Learning the Business

The Art of Kneeling

We met like this often over the next few weeks. I would ride my bike down to WaWa and he would pick me up. I spent the first few weekends at his place as well, though I’d told my parents I was staying over at a friend's. But my friends were starting to give me flak, and question why I wasn’t around. They teased me that they thought I had a girlfriend and wanted details. I needed a better alibi. I was afraid it would come out where I was really going…. and doing. My friends wouldn’t have understood. I was going down a road they never would. My parents were very conservative and of course the age difference between Matt and myself wasn't small. I wasn't quite 18 yet and he was in his 30s, almost double my age. It didn’t seem like a big deal to me, but I knew others might not view it that way.

He was always unpredictable… bold! and I loved that. Once while I was pedaling to meet up, I looked over and saw a jeep driving beside me, it slowed down. When I looked over I was surprised to see Matt. He gave me a salacious look. I turned my head again and saw that he was buck naked with a boner sticking straight up. I almost fell off my bike.

“You want a riiiiiide… Boooy?” he sneered. He nodded toward the passenger seat and then down at his stiffness. His left hand was on the steering wheel, while the right was stroking his meat. Of course I immediately threw my bike in the back and climbed aboard. That was Matt, not afraid of anything. Of course I gave him a nice long blow job as he drove us to his home. ( I thought of climbing on top of him and riding it… but I am not that brave and I was afraid we'd arouse too much attention. It would have been really difficult for him to drive like that, though I bet he would have been game for it. Anyway, he had enough trouble trying to drive while I was sucking him off)

Matt bought me several jockstraps and tight low rise briefs early on.He hated the white boxers I wore. His philosophy was that “your guys'' needed to be held snuggly in their place so that you knew where “everyone” was at all times. They were bright colors with socks that matched. No whites in the bunch. He had a real underwear fetish (and socks too). Matt himself mostly wore jocks. He often sported a cockring as well to accentuate his bulge. Later he bought me a couple too, but I found them uncomfortable and could only tolerate having one on for a short period of time.

Generally he didn’t care what else I wore as long as I was wearing tight underwear and socks. Usually he had me strip down to those essentials once I arrived anyway. He would strip down to his jock too and that’s how we would hang out. Oh and I always needed to be smooth down there. My crotch and balls were always to be silky smooth, he never wanted to see even a hint of stubble there. He’d be mad if there was. (That’s another story)

The uncertainties were always part of the excitement of going over there. I. never knew what was going to happen. Some days it was just cuddles and kisses, watching some Netflix or playing X Box. Other days he was a bit gruff and rather bossy. Of course there was always sex, and that varied too. Sometimes gentle, playful, prolonged. At other times he was a bit rough, domineering… shouting commands like “On your fucking hands and knees Kevin! Show me that hole!” Both sides were fun, but I grew to like the latter side of Matt better. I discovered that I liked the power and confidence he projected. I respected and trusted in it. Oddly the more dominant he was, the safer I felt. I could never get enough of him.

At work he talked my Dad into putting me on his crew. That was not an easy feat. My Dad thought I should be more at his side. He wanted me to learn from him all the aspects of the company. Matt argued that I would understand the business more if I worked with the guys in the field first. He thought I would gain more from having a “hands on” experience. He argued that once I understood the core of the business, I would appreciate the reasons behind my Dad’s decisions more. The oversight and inner workings of the company. He said that he was impressed with what he had seen from me so far, that he found me observant; that I picked up skills fairly fast. He felt that I had a lot of “aptitude” for this. He assured my father that I would receive a more thorough training under his supervision, than with the other crews. Truth is that he wanted me close by. He wanted to always know where I was and what I was doing. My father was convinced and I was assigned to work with him and his crew. He made sure I worked with everyone,.. carpenters, plumbers, electricians. He didn’t go any easier on me than anyone else. He was a tough boss, but in a good way. I learned how to do a lot of shit.

One of my first jobs as an official member of his crew was an office conversion. I was learning how to frame. The rest of the crew was out back on a break. I was still inside, sorting some lumber and building materials that had just arrived. Matt walked inside, having just come back from some meeting. He strode up to me and looked around to make sure no one else was there. He pulled the front of the waistband of my jeans and looked down. He nodded in approval that I was wearing a jock. The bright blue one to be precise. He slipped his hand down the front, cupped my equipment and gave it a big squeeze. Matt whispered that he wanted me to come over that night. He teased that he had something he wanted to give me. I rolled my eyes, thinking that he meant his cock. He must have known where my mind was going because he said “No, it’s not that.” lt was something useful and he was anxious to give it to me. I was intrigued and said I’d be over after dinner. He gave me a quick kiss, then rudely kicked everything I had just sorted. The supplies scattered everywhere. I was a bit irritated by that. “Looks like shit Kevin. Fix it” he chuckled as he left. I didn’t get my break that day.

Despite this insolent treatment of me, I was still excited to go over. I tried to figure out what he was going to give me. I have to say I had rather unrealistic expectations as to what the gift was going to be. My phone was really beat up and I thought... no hoped it might be a new one. My mind went all over…. possibly a new X box game, a watch, sneakers (mine were falling apart). I hoped it wouldn’t be more underwear that would have sucked. I just couldn’t imagine what it could be.

Usually I ride back with the crew to the office where I would wait around until Dad was ready to go home. That day I didn’t want to have to wait on him, so I begged Jared, one of our crew to drop me off at my house instead. I showered and decided that I didn’t want to wait on dinner. I told mom that I had plans for that night. Hastily I made myself a PB&J sandwich and texted Matt that I was on my way to our meetup spot.

Matt arrived smiling, in a good mood. I, on the other hand, was a bit annoyed. I had been impatiently waiting for over 30 minutes on him. (I thought he did that on purpose.) We went straight to his house. He wouldn’t reveal any clues about the present, despite my persistent questioning. He didn’t say much at all during the whole drive with the exception that I was being a pain in the ass.

When we arrived I jumped out of the jeep and to the patio out back. Matt came up behind me and reached down the back of my shorts. He pulled up on the waistband of my jockstrap and let it snap back hard, stinging me. He told me that today he wanted me completely naked. So I ripped off my T-shirt, kicked off my sneaks and socks. And in one deft move I slipped off my jock and shorts together, leaving it all scattered across the patio

We entered the kitchen. Normally we would have gone into the living room or downstairs to his gameroom, but he stopped here and turned. He grabbed a bag off the kitchen table and threw it at me, commanding me to open it. I opened the bag and pulled out two stringy oblong black objects. Trimmed in blue, they had some cushion and rubber on one side and straps at either end. I was a bit confused as to what the hell they were. Maybe even a bit disappointed. His demeanor changed. He gave me a disgusted look and said. “They’re fucking knee pads Kevin”. He said it in a way that made me feel like a moron. He added that they’d be useful at work.. and now. I was still a little puzzled, thinking “useful how?”. (Sometimes I could be a bit slow) He commanded me to put them on. It took me a moment to figure them out. I could tell he was getting impatient. I was definitely dealing with a brusque version of him tonight. I put each one on and adjusted the straps. He stood for a moment and seemed to study how I looked in them. He nodded in satisfaction and issued an order... “Drop to your knees boy and do your duty”. I fell to my knees and scooted up to him. I placed my hand on the crotch of his khakis and felt for his dick, which really was never hard to find. I licked around the area and moved my mouth along what seemed to be the shaft. I was rewarded by the feel of his member beginning to puff up. I undid his belt and slowly pulled down his zipper. I pulled the fly apart and forced my tongue inside. To my surprise he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I found my prize immediately and started gliding my tongue up and down the shaft. He undid the button himself, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.

I grabbed for his tool, but he smacked my hands away hard. “No, not like that,” he said. “You don’t get it that easy tonight.” He told me to get up and turn around, facing away from him. When I turned, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Next he grabbed a zip tie from I don’t know where and secured my wrists together. They were rather tight. He spun me around and pushed down hard on my shoulders, forcing me back down on my knees. In a stern voice he told me to get busy.

I thought for a moment about where I wanted to start. His dick? It was only slightly inflated at this point, but still big. It hung temptingly down over the front of his big balls, extending down a little past them. I decided to go for the jewels instead. I tried to position myself and my mouth to start sucking them. I had never been tied before and staying on balance was awkward. I moved my head up and forward meaning to take them in.. He abruptly took a couple steps back and I fell face forward on the floor. He laughed and called me clumsy. He let me struggle on the floor a bit before he reached down and pulled me back up on my knees. Only he pulled up a little too hard and I went careening on my back, thunking my head on the floor again. Rather hard,.. my head hurt. He called me a dolt and made a show of impatience. He bent down and grabbed me by my ears, pulled me back up and rammed my head into his crotch. Pushing hard he rubbed my face all around his groin, grinding his balls and dick into me. He grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back a little, so that it tilted up and I was looking directly in his eyes. Next thing I knew, he jammed his fingers in my mouth and moved them all around. Under my tongue, over it, roughly against the inside of my cheeks and finally jamming them as far back in my throat as he could. Matt tried to work in his whole hand as well. I sputtered and gagged. He kept them there. Pushing down on my tongue, and forcing his fingers down my throat. I was choking, starting to feel a little woozy when he pulled them out and told me to breathe.

This was clearly exciting him. I was only able to gulp down a breath or two before he pushed my forehead down, and opened my mouth again. He leaned a bit forward and lowered a ball into it. “Suck it Kev!” Oh and I did too. Sucking his balls was one of my favorite things to do. I loved the feel of those big orbs; they were much bigger than mine. How smooth they were. I gently rolled it around in my mouth, sucking on it, and working my tongue all around it. I wanted more and tried to slip the other globe inside. A little difficult, considering my predicament. I got them in there though and maintained my balance. Matt was moaning a lot. Clearly he was in ecstasy. I loved the feeling of no control, of being tied up. My own cock had swelled by this point. I don’t think it had ever been more swollen. I could feel it throbbing. He commented on it. I think it aroused him even more.

I released his balls and he proceeded to slap his dick roughly against my face. He whacked his stiff member against my nose, cheek, jaw, even my eye. He placed the tip or his penis just at the edge of my lips and made circles around them. He was precumming profusely. I darted my tongue out to taste it. Tonguing the head, sucking it to get every drop. Heaven! Tonight it had a slightly sweet taste. It was driving me crazy. He was breathing heavily. He seemed almost in another world. His tone got harsher. “You want this you little bitch don’t you” he shouted. “Tell Daddy you want to feel his giant cock down your throat”. I was taken aback for a second. Matt had never called me a bitch before, nor had he ever referred to himself as Daddy. This was fucking hot. I liked this. I replied earnestly and went along. “ Stick your dick in my mouth Dad. Pleeeeaaaassse let me have it Daddy '', I begged. And he gave it to me all right...I parted my lips and he jammed it all the way in. No mercy! Over my tongue and banging against the back of my throat. Not stopping until my face banged against his groin and I felt his blond pubes against my nose and upper lip. I was turned on.

“That’s it Kev, take it all the way in. See what a real man’s dick feels like”, he shouted. His musk was intoxicating. I started to gag. “That’s it bitch, choke on it. Tell daddy how big he is!” I tried to respond, but I couldn’t

He withdrew and rammed it in again. Repeatedly, forcibly. Drool began to leak out of my mouth. His shaft felt good sliding through my lips, yet at the same time, the girth of it was a lot to take in…. and his rhythm was quite fast.

There was a pause and he slammed it in again, though this time he kept it there. He pulled my head so hard into him that my nose and face was smashed up against him, and he kept pushing harder. His dick going further down my throat. “Oh baby that feels sooooo good” he said as I started to choke, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to shake my head and push him out. But he was so strong, insistent. There was just too much of him. He kept pushing his cock into me harder. My vision was getting blurry. He pulled out finally, to let me take a breath and then repeated the process again and again. Vomit was coming up in my mouth. He enjoyed feeling the warmth of it. Lines of spittle were hanging down from the corners of my mouth. He called me a Wuss and told me that I needed more of this in my life…. a mouth full of cock.

He pulled out once again and wiped the drool off his tool on my cheek. He wanted me to suck his balls again and lick his taint. I complied. There was sweat on it and it tasted sublime. His balls were tightening up into a nice big perfectly round sack. He asked me again what I wanted. I said I wanted to suck his dick. He smacked me and said that he didn’t believe me. I pleaded with him for it. He said that I didn’t deserve it. He said that I was a slut who would suck any cock put in front of me. I denied it vigorously and insisted that his was the only one I wanted. He commanded me to prove it and stuck it in my mouth again.. “Suck it Lil Kev” he shouted. I sucked as hard as I could, running my tongue under the shaft and around the tip. Another smack, I almost toppled over. “You can do better boy. Show me you really love it”. He grabbed my head again and started skullfucking it. Gathering speed, I felt him tensing up. “Tell me you want my cum you little slut”.

You bet I did and told him I wanted all of it. I needed his seed. He pulled out his manhood. I opened my mouth, waiting for it. Only seconds later it started spewing out. I could tell he was really amped up because it shot out in forceful jets. He waved his dick back and forth as he came, spraying all around my face with the first few waves, then directed the rest straight into my eager mouth.

He told me to hold it and not to move. He picked up his phone and took a few quick shots of me kneeling there naked, cum streaked over my face, forehead, chin. My mouth full of his pearly white seed. After a few shots he slapped me again, knocking me off balance, and demanded that I swallow it. I did, and made a big show of it. I opened my mouth wide to reveal it was empty. He looked pleased with me and himself. The mighty Matt had conquered his boy. He wrinkled his face, “Now what do you say boy?” To which I profusely thanked him for the privilege of servicing his cock and the honor of receiving his seed. “Well said, boy!” he declared. He cut my hands free and told me to jack off. He videoed it, although It only took a couple strokes for me to heave my load.

We went to shower. His mood transitioned back into the gentler Matt. He soaped me up, cleaned me up. He kissed me passionately. Telling me repeatedly that he loved me more than he had ever loved anyone. He asked if he had been too rough. Had it been too much for me? He worried that he had gotten too carried away. Were the zip ties too tight? No, I replied. I had really enjoyed that, more than I would have imagined. Having no control during sex proved exhilarating to me. Though I explained that the “daddy” and “bitch” thing took me by surprise, but I liked it. I wanted him to be more verbal like that during sex, although not so much outside the bedroom. He agreed with that.

We dried off and got dressed and went to the basement to play some pool. I was getting better at it, but I knew I’d lose and I would be on my back on that table with my legs in the air. The evening was just beginning.