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THE SHY INTERN DILLON GOT AN EDUCATION AND A HALF.
I met Dillon, the new intern, a week or two into his internship. The scraggly-looking lad wasn't mother's nicest. Dillon is a very bashful and timid guy, in his late teens. The lad always dressed like a vagabond. And had a scruffy hair-do with thick outdated plastic glasses. No, compared to the other interns we had, he came from the bottom of the barrel.
We sat in the cafeteria when I first laid my eyes on the ugly bastard. Dillon sat way in the back corner. Eating a banana like he was sucking on a big fat cock. He was probably not even aware he was doing that. Dillon regularly gave off the wrong signals. The mostly male workers in our factory had seen him do it though. Hence the nickname Dildo was born. From that point on the men teased him no end. And Dillon got really defensive about it. Even going to the woman from the HR-department to complain. I was called to her office to talk about the brat. She asked me if I could take Dillon under my wing. Teaching him in my unique way. She had winked dirty at me when she said it. Asking me to mentor him gently for the rest of his internship. Knowing that I could sometimes be a bit too rough.
The people at our plant were a rowdy bunch of fuckers. But even the best of them sometimes got problems they could not work out for themselves. That's when I try to help them out. Either the men came to me or were sent by the HR department. If I saw that something was going wrong in our factory, I usually stepped in. I don't know why I was chosen to do this. But it worked. The men and women had great respect for me. And those that did not, quickly got to learn about my nasty side.
My name is Bobbie. A bad-ass MoFo that does not take no for an answer. A very manly dude, but queer as fuck. 28 years of age and arms like ships-cables. I loved my mean muscled look. And worked hard to keep me in shape. Trained 3 times a week and worked out with a lot of the guys from work. Coaching them in more ways than one. Ripping them a second hole if one of them stepped out of line. My well-hung cock usually got a solid workout as well. No end of married man, or women, wanted me. Therefore I did some stripping- and escort-work on the side. Earning me a pretty penny. Much more then the hairdresser jobs I had before. So to say I am everything Dillon wasn't. I am outgoing, open, direct, honest, good-looking, and ... Gay.
As foreman, I had my own office at the back of our aluminum factory. Out of sight and at a prime location. Overlooking the main plant and with a balcony on the outside. I got a lot of leeway from my bosses and the union reps. Heck, they were sort of regulars of mine. Either giving me the inside scoop. Or begging me to rail their married cunts if their wives had denied them pussy again. Every guy knew being told to go to my office was serious. He was either in severe trouble or in for a treat. Either way, they always came running. But I usually just had a quick word with them, and things got sorted.
I had not seen Dillon in a couple of days. He lay low after the incident at the cafeteria. Around 3 PM, I was taking a leak at the urinals of the melting shop. Dillon walked in on me and stood there looking at me in awe from a distance. Adjusting his package, he finally stepped up and stood beside me. Unaware that I saw him looking at me the whole time via the mirror. Dillon pulled his dick out and took a sneaky glance at mine. His eyes widened in fright. My 10" dong was fully erect. He saw my wad of cum dripping off the urinal wall. Before his gaze turned back to his own. Dillon tried to piss, but his stiffening prick prevented him from doing so.
"Bit of stage fright, Dillon?", I joked gleefully.
He got a real scare. Frightened that I knew his name, and even dared to talk to him. Dillon had never thought that would happen. He had always looked at me with sort of a dreamy look in his eyes. Dillon packed his meat back in his coveralls and ran out without washing his hands. I laughed my head off. Realizing that the ring on his finger was just there for show. The brat is into cock, I thought to myself.
At the end of my shift, I walked to the communal changing room. Pulled the chain my gear hang on off the wall. And let the clothes rack fly down from the ceiling. Nearly hitting Dillon in the head. He stopped just shy of being hit by it. In anger, he looked around. But when he saw it was my clothes rack, he got all red in the face. Instead of walking to his own, Dillon stared at my biker gear. Involuntarily rubbing the hardening bulge in his coveralls again. I walked over to my clothes and stood right behind Dillon. Looked over his shoulder, down at his hand.
"Need a hand with that, boy?", I whispered hotly in his ear.
The boy saw water burning. Got weak in the knees and started to tremble.
"Oh, God ... No! ... I can't ... I ... I ..." he stammered with a breaking voice. "Sorry ... ".
He walked away, feeling utterly humiliated. I just smiled and pulled off my work boots, ripped off my overall, and walked nude to the showers. Willy was leaking pre-cum on my thigh as he swung happily from side to side.
Dillon got a long look at me. Feeling faint, looking at my muscular body. I proudly let him see every muscle group. Even flexing my arms as I walked past him. He let out a barely audible high pitched sigh and a soft moan. When I came back from the shower, Willy was fully erect. And I caught Dillon staring at my ass. He saw me putting on my biker gear. As Dillon walked to the exit of the communal dressing room, he looked over one last time. As I put on my cowboy boots. I quickly pulled my clothes rack back up and caught up with Dillon.
I put an arm around his neck. Grabbing a shoulder tightly. "Boy. I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow!". I said sternly. Punching out, then making some chit chat remarks at Dillon: "What kind of car do you drive? Do you have long to go?".
Shyly he answered: "I get here by bus. But it won't come by again for another 50 minutes. I live with my parents in the next town over.".
"Ah, bummer ... Where do you need to go? Maybe I can drop you off?" I said as if it was normal for me to do so. "Come on, Dillon. Don't be so shy. I don't ask twice!" I handed him my spare helmet and maneuvered my motorcycle out the parking space.
Dillon reluctantly put the helmet on and sheepishly sat on the back of my bike. Not knowing where to put his hands. So I looked over my shoulder and grabbed an arm. "Hold on close boy!" I ordered. As I put his hand into my leather jacket. Dillon was shaking. He could not believe he sat on the back of my bike. And much less he was told to touch my body. He heard me speak on the headset I had built into my helmets: "What's your address, Dillon. I'll drop you off at your front door. Or do you want to come by my place first? I'll let you look at my cock again ... " I said jokingly and laughed hard. We drove off, and I waved at a couple of mates. They were stunned to see Dillon on the back of my ass. He had crawled on close and hung on for dear life.
I heard Dillon whisper to himself: "Oh hell ... What is happening? ... I must be dreaming ... God, what a feeling!"
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, Dillon. Now, what shall it be? A beer at my place or dinner at your mom's?" I asked him through the headset.
"Really? ... I ... I ... I am not gay!" he stammered. Feeling caught realizing he was talking out loud.
"Who are you fooling, boy? ... But hey, if you say so ... A beer with a friend doesn't make you gay, you know. I just want to get to know you a bit better." I said openly.
"Maybe even give you a few pointers. You seem a bit on edge working with all the guys ... Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen to you. I promise ... But you better tell me what it is that you want, cause I have seen you looking at me all day. And you act as if all you really want is getting roughly gangbanged at the factory."
It went quiet for a while. "Bobbie ... Can I really come over for a beer with you? ... I heard the guys talking about you ... Telling what a nice big ... " Dillon stopped suddenly and sighed, upset.
"You can say it, boy ... " I laughed. "Nothing I haven't heard before. Rubbing his leg. But it remained quiet. I stopped in front of my garage, and we drove in straight off the street. I had opened my garage door remotely. It closed behind us when we came to a stop. "Time to get off, Dillon. Let's grab that beer and have a chat."
Dillon remained seated. So I had to wriggle off my bike first. Then I saw why the boy stopped talking. He had creamed his tatty cotton pants, thinking about my 10" in the showers. I unfastened the helmet. Pulled off the boys' thick glasses before removing it. Dillon was openly crying in shame. Grabbing the lad under his arms, I lifted him clear of the bike. The dude weight next to nothing. Hugged him, telling him it was okay. "I just have that effect on people ... " I said with a smile. "Come on upstairs." Dillon followed me up sluggishly.
I sat him on the couch in the living room and went to the kitchen for a couple of beers. The wide-eyed Dillon looked around in amazement. My living room in my loft was much bigger than his entire house. He saw all my leather furniture and gay art on the wall. Dillon's jaw dropped to the ground when he saw my sling and barber chair with stirrups. And the sex toys proudly on display in a cabinet beside it. He noticed the leather hides as carpet on the floor. And he managed a smile when I came back with the beers and some snacks.
"Wow, ... what a fucking amazing place you got here Bobbie. How the hell are you able to afford this?" Dillon asked in wonder.
"Hard work and good looks got me this far. And having a few good jobs doesn't hurt either. Besides working at the factory, I also do some escort work. The men are going crazy for my cum gun. And I used to be a barber before I got this job." I said, rubbing my hand over the bulge in my pants. "Are you into that kind of thing too? Or do you still want me to believe you rather eat pussy ..." I said, looking naughtily at Dillon. I opened the bottle of beer with my teeth and handed it to him. Giving him an excuse not to have to answer me.
"Hey, Dillon. Would you like to grab a bite to eat later? I could go for some Chinees. If you do, then you may want to call home to tell them you'll be back late." Dillon looked shy up at me again. "Don't worry, boy ... Nothing is going to happen if you don't want it!" I said, calming him down. "On the other hand ... Anything goes around here." I grinned as I told him that. "And I really mean anything ... "
Dillon's breathing got a little faster. Looking at me as if to scream; Yes, please, take me!
"Sure ... " said Dillon, after processing all the impressions I had bombarded him with. "I would love to eat you... " his breath stocked in his throat. Did he actually just say that out loud?
I laughed my ass off. "Well, now we are getting somewhere ... What part of me would you like to eat first?" I grinned at Dillon. And put an arm around him taking a sip of my beer.
At first, he laughed with me. But he squinted his eyes after a while. "I already told you I am not gay!" he snarled.
"That's cool two, Dillon ... Do you care to explain that dripping wet cock of yours to me then?" I said equally harshly. Pointing to his wet pants.
Dillon lost control over his emotions again. "Dil ... I can't help you if I don't know what's going on. Try to explain what you're feeling. I am not trying to hurt you. I just want to help you!" I said, very calmly. Giving Dillon time and space to find the right words.
"Bobbie ... hmm ... I don't know man ... " said Dillon sobbingly. "I don't know if I am gay or not. I certainly never had a girlfriend. Fuck, I never had sex. I just, ... well, you know, ... I help my self ... When I saw you, I so wanted to be you! ... But look at me, man ... How the fuck do I do that? You are more than twice the man I will ever be! ... Even the guys at the plant think so! ... I am nothing but a Dildo to them." He got angrier the longer he talked openly about his feelings. This was the longest coherent sentence I had ever heard him string together. "Hell, I wished I would have you as my bigger brother ... To guide me ... Fuck, I would even let you ... ", Dillon stopped when he felt his prick twitch again.
I said nothing for a while. Sat back on my couch and lay a hand behind Dillon's back. Even inviting him to rest his head on my arm. And to my surprise, he did. Not long after that, I pulled him onto my broad chest. We sat there for a long time, sampling our beers and eating some snacks. "Call your folks Dil. I want to take you to dinner. Or do you prefer we dine here?" I asked softly. "Let's eat here. There is so much I want to learn from you. I am much more comfortable doing that in private. Hell, maybe you can give me a floor show?", he smiled dirty at me.
I grabbed the phone and asked Dillon what he wanted to eat and ordered out. Afterward, I handed the phone to Dillon, who called his folks. "I am sleeping over at a friends home ... " he said decisively. I looked at the dude and smiled. "Are you sure, Dil? Aren't you going a bit fast?" I asked him after he hung up the phone.
You said you are a mentor, and you were a hairdresser. Can you turn me into a good looking guy like ... ", he stopped. This time not because he was dreaming out loud. But because I had put my hand down the front of his pants. Jerking off the rock hard boy-toy. He looked up at me, then back down at his crotch. Loosened his belt and undid the cord that held his cotton pants closed. Giving me full access. I pushed him on his back and pulled his penis from his drenched pants. Looked at him a second and bent forward to suck him clean.
Dillon looked down at the muscle god between his legs. Gobbling up his 6" nicely shaped cock. I looked up at him and told him to grab hold of my head and to fuck my face. His eyes squinted again as he fucked himself between my lips. I made sopping and gurgling noises. Egging the guy on. I pushed myself off him to lay on top of the dude. He hugged me closely. But could not help to feel disappointed. Not allowing him to cum in my mouth. We kissed for a while. Until the doorbell rang. I got up and came back with the Chinese takeaway we had ordered. Dillon nearly had forgotten all about it.
Over dinner, we discussed the mixed signals he unknowingly gave off nearly all the time. I had to give him examples. And when he heard them, the light in his eyes started to shine bright. Fully understanding what he had been doing wrong for years now. Even realizing how gay he actually came across to others. He felt totally relaxed with me. Talking openly about his feelings. Coming to the conclusion that he might actually have been gay all along.
He asked me what it felt like the first time I got butt fucked by a guy. It surprised me he even used those words. The shy and timid little brat was anything but. Dillon also wanted to know where I trained and who cut my hair. He playfully rubbed a hand through my half-long hair. Sighing that he needed a hair cut of his own.
Laughingly I said that I agreed. And that Dillon was badly in need of a make-over. Telling him to lose the marmalade-jar glasses and to get some contact lenses. Suddenly I said with a commanding voice, and before dessert: "Dil, ... Strip! ... I am going to give you a make-over ... Even your own mother won't recognize you!"
He looked at me stupefied. Not really knowing what to do. But after processing the command, he complied. I took the ugly swan and sat him in the barber fuck-chair. Hoisted his legs onto the stirrups and tied his arms to it. Pulled his head back and gave him a crew cut. Dillon's nearly matted locks fell to the ground and onto him. I also shaved his cock and balls. The thick, scraggly bush of pubes also got a make-over. When even his butt cheeks where shaved bold I sucked the dude off for real. Forcing him to unload deep into my mouth. Letting myself enjoy this dessert. Lubing his back door and gently playing with it. Penetrating it ever so slightly.
Dillon struggled with the feeling of being tied up. He really wanted to caress my head and stroke my muscular arms. Dillon needed to show me he loved me! So badly, in fact, that he screamed it down at me. I still was fully clothed and had no intention to change that either.
I pulled up a mobile washbasin behind his head and proceeded to finish the make-over. Washing his hair, combing it and then bleaching some very blond locks into it. When I was done, I showed the anxious Dillon his new look. He was still tied into the chair. Dillon had his legs apart. His cock rock-hard and twitching wildly. And his arms still wanting to hug someone. Anyone. His ass hole even gaping open. Very much wanting to be filled with man-meat.
When Dillon finally calmed down and looked at his new hair-do, he grinned from ear to ear. "Thank you, Bobbie!" he said happily gazing at his reflection. "Please, fuck me already!" Dillon's breath quickened. His cock started leaking again.
With a finger, I fed Dillon his own pre-cum. The rest I smeared over his butt hole and fingered his boy pussy with it. Dillon rolled with his eyes and pulled his head in his neck. Moaning loudly at that feeling and breathing very heavy.
I slowly pulled out, caressing his balls a bit. Bringing him down from cloud nine. Unfastened his arms and picked the lad up in both my strong arms. His hands finally got to stroke my big pecks. He even dared to pinch a nipple. In the other, I wore a piercing. The boy was really smitten with me. Worshiping my muscled look. Drinking in the look, the feel, and my sweaty musk. I dropped him rudely onto my leather-covered bed.
Dillon spread his arms to feel it all. The smell, the coolness, even the texture he took in with all the senses he could muster. Sending himself into sensory overload. He was totally gone. I could have had my way with him. Ripping his boy cunt in two until he bled. Using him nastily as I saw fit.
I did not. The ugly brat had grown on me. Dillon's new look made him even look cool. I pulled an old pair of jeans from my closet as well as a leather denim-look jacket. Gave him one of my baseball caps and put on a spiked wrist band on his right arm. Signaling Dillon was a bottom. Before he dressed, I put a metal-studded leather cockstrap around his cock and balls.
We drank a few more beers together before I send him home.
"I had fun Dil ... But now it's time to get to bed. We have to go to work tomorrow.", I said as I handed him his glasses.
When he walked into the hallway, Dillon saw his own reflection in the mirror. "Damn, I really have to get me some different glasses.", he sighed at his new look.
"Thanks, Bobbie ... I will try to remember everything you taught me! ... You are so fucking good it hurts." he sighed with a big grin on his face. I kissed the lad and wished him a good night. He looked long, far too long, and way too lovingly into my eyes. We kissed some more in the open doorway. The folks outside stared weirdly at us. "Dildo, you really need to go, boy!" I said meanly to him. Kicking him out the door. Outside he walked home. His head held high. As if he owned the place. The street whores wanted the lad to spend some time with them. Before they would have looked straight through him. Not even acknowledging his existence. The new-look changed his whole outlook on life. And all he could do was enjoy the feeling.
The next day the HR-department woman called telling me that Dildo took half the day off. And that his meeting with me would have to be rescheduled. I told her off. Not to call him by his nickname EVER again. She apologized immediately. Not something she usually did.
Around lunch-time, Dillon walked into the cafeteria. The usually bustling place all of a sudden fell silent for a moment. The man whooped and hollered as Dillon strutted his stuff. The cafeteria lady even gave him some extra protein to eat. Dillon wore a vintage biker jacket over his coveralls. Nothing underneath and the overall top left unbuttoned. He had his face cleaned from all the nasty blackheads. His five-o'clock shadow was neatly trimmed. He even had bought himself some contacts. He walked straight over to my table. And set himself down directly next to me. He pulled up the arms of his leather jacket. Revealing a new leather armband on his right wrist. On his feet, he had a pair of well-polished black boots. His coveralls were tugged into his socks.
The guys started chanting: "Dildo, ... Dildo, ... Dildo!"
But as soon as I snapped my fingers that stopped. It stopped forever.
Dillon commanded respect. After lunch, at the urinals, I saw Dil standing between a few other men. Taking a leak. I walked in, cleaned my hands, and looked in the mirror. "Dil... Present your ass!" I called harshly. He ripped his overall open, arched his back, and placed his hands on the wall. I did the boy cunt extremely roughly and without any lube. The rest of the men were watching us in awe. Dillon screamed his head off in pleasure. Once the pig-pussy was fully loaded with cum, I washed my hands and asked: "Who's next?" That afternoon he got a proper education from the men. Filling his every desire. Teaching him to take cock like a power bottom on steroids. Making him eat cum and drink piss. Straight out of the thick straws provided to him. Even the boss made use of the boys newly found abilities.
We did not see Dillon again until it was time to go home. He walked straight over to my bike. Snatching my spare helmet from my motorcycle. Dillon drove in his new torn jeans and leather chaps with me to my place. That weekend I made him serve me, like the bitch he had always been. Showing him what real discipline felt like. Humbling him, making Dillon worship my body as only a real sub could have done. We screwed all weekend long. Went shopping and clubbing, where I made him serve my buddies and good-paying customers. He took it all in his stride. Knowing he was mine to do with as I saw fit. And that was all he had ever wanted out of life. He was just too bashful and shy to really go for it.
< THE END >
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I met Dillon, the new intern, a week or two into his internship. The scraggly-looking lad wasn't mother's nicest. Dillon is a very bashful and timid guy, in his late teens. The lad always dressed like a vagabond. And had a scruffy hair-do with thick outdated plastic glasses. No, compared to the other interns we had, he came from the bottom of the barrel.
We sat in the cafeteria when I first laid my eyes on the ugly bastard. Dillon sat way in the back corner. Eating a banana like he was sucking on a big fat cock. He was probably not even aware he was doing that. Dillon regularly gave off the wrong signals. The mostly male workers in our factory had seen him do it though. Hence the nickname Dildo was born. From that point on the men teased him no end. And Dillon got really defensive about it. Even going to the woman from the HR-department to complain. I was called to her office to talk about the brat. She asked me if I could take Dillon under my wing. Teaching him in my unique way. She had winked dirty at me when she said it. Asking me to mentor him gently for the rest of his internship. Knowing that I could sometimes be a bit too rough.
The people at our plant were a rowdy bunch of fuckers. But even the best of them sometimes got problems they could not work out for themselves. That's when I try to help them out. Either the men came to me or were sent by the HR department. If I saw that something was going wrong in our factory, I usually stepped in. I don't know why I was chosen to do this. But it worked. The men and women had great respect for me. And those that did not, quickly got to learn about my nasty side.
My name is Bobbie. A bad-ass MoFo that does not take no for an answer. A very manly dude, but queer as fuck. 28 years of age and arms like ships-cables. I loved my mean muscled look. And worked hard to keep me in shape. Trained 3 times a week and worked out with a lot of the guys from work. Coaching them in more ways than one. Ripping them a second hole if one of them stepped out of line. My well-hung cock usually got a solid workout as well. No end of married man, or women, wanted me. Therefore I did some stripping- and escort-work on the side. Earning me a pretty penny. Much more then the hairdresser jobs I had before. So to say I am everything Dillon wasn't. I am outgoing, open, direct, honest, good-looking, and ... Gay.
As foreman, I had my own office at the back of our aluminum factory. Out of sight and at a prime location. Overlooking the main plant and with a balcony on the outside. I got a lot of leeway from my bosses and the union reps. Heck, they were sort of regulars of mine. Either giving me the inside scoop. Or begging me to rail their married cunts if their wives had denied them pussy again. Every guy knew being told to go to my office was serious. He was either in severe trouble or in for a treat. Either way, they always came running. But I usually just had a quick word with them, and things got sorted.
I had not seen Dillon in a couple of days. He lay low after the incident at the cafeteria. Around 3 PM, I was taking a leak at the urinals of the melting shop. Dillon walked in on me and stood there looking at me in awe from a distance. Adjusting his package, he finally stepped up and stood beside me. Unaware that I saw him looking at me the whole time via the mirror. Dillon pulled his dick out and took a sneaky glance at mine. His eyes widened in fright. My 10" dong was fully erect. He saw my wad of cum dripping off the urinal wall. Before his gaze turned back to his own. Dillon tried to piss, but his stiffening prick prevented him from doing so.
"Bit of stage fright, Dillon?", I joked gleefully.
He got a real scare. Frightened that I knew his name, and even dared to talk to him. Dillon had never thought that would happen. He had always looked at me with sort of a dreamy look in his eyes. Dillon packed his meat back in his coveralls and ran out without washing his hands. I laughed my head off. Realizing that the ring on his finger was just there for show. The brat is into cock, I thought to myself.
At the end of my shift, I walked to the communal changing room. Pulled the chain my gear hang on off the wall. And let the clothes rack fly down from the ceiling. Nearly hitting Dillon in the head. He stopped just shy of being hit by it. In anger, he looked around. But when he saw it was my clothes rack, he got all red in the face. Instead of walking to his own, Dillon stared at my biker gear. Involuntarily rubbing the hardening bulge in his coveralls again. I walked over to my clothes and stood right behind Dillon. Looked over his shoulder, down at his hand.
"Need a hand with that, boy?", I whispered hotly in his ear.
The boy saw water burning. Got weak in the knees and started to tremble.
"Oh, God ... No! ... I can't ... I ... I ..." he stammered with a breaking voice. "Sorry ... ".
He walked away, feeling utterly humiliated. I just smiled and pulled off my work boots, ripped off my overall, and walked nude to the showers. Willy was leaking pre-cum on my thigh as he swung happily from side to side.
Dillon got a long look at me. Feeling faint, looking at my muscular body. I proudly let him see every muscle group. Even flexing my arms as I walked past him. He let out a barely audible high pitched sigh and a soft moan. When I came back from the shower, Willy was fully erect. And I caught Dillon staring at my ass. He saw me putting on my biker gear. As Dillon walked to the exit of the communal dressing room, he looked over one last time. As I put on my cowboy boots. I quickly pulled my clothes rack back up and caught up with Dillon.
I put an arm around his neck. Grabbing a shoulder tightly. "Boy. I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow!". I said sternly. Punching out, then making some chit chat remarks at Dillon: "What kind of car do you drive? Do you have long to go?".
Shyly he answered: "I get here by bus. But it won't come by again for another 50 minutes. I live with my parents in the next town over.".
"Ah, bummer ... Where do you need to go? Maybe I can drop you off?" I said as if it was normal for me to do so. "Come on, Dillon. Don't be so shy. I don't ask twice!" I handed him my spare helmet and maneuvered my motorcycle out the parking space.
Dillon reluctantly put the helmet on and sheepishly sat on the back of my bike. Not knowing where to put his hands. So I looked over my shoulder and grabbed an arm. "Hold on close boy!" I ordered. As I put his hand into my leather jacket. Dillon was shaking. He could not believe he sat on the back of my bike. And much less he was told to touch my body. He heard me speak on the headset I had built into my helmets: "What's your address, Dillon. I'll drop you off at your front door. Or do you want to come by my place first? I'll let you look at my cock again ... " I said jokingly and laughed hard. We drove off, and I waved at a couple of mates. They were stunned to see Dillon on the back of my ass. He had crawled on close and hung on for dear life.
I heard Dillon whisper to himself: "Oh hell ... What is happening? ... I must be dreaming ... God, what a feeling!"
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, Dillon. Now, what shall it be? A beer at my place or dinner at your mom's?" I asked him through the headset.
"Really? ... I ... I ... I am not gay!" he stammered. Feeling caught realizing he was talking out loud.
"Who are you fooling, boy? ... But hey, if you say so ... A beer with a friend doesn't make you gay, you know. I just want to get to know you a bit better." I said openly.
"Maybe even give you a few pointers. You seem a bit on edge working with all the guys ... Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen to you. I promise ... But you better tell me what it is that you want, cause I have seen you looking at me all day. And you act as if all you really want is getting roughly gangbanged at the factory."
It went quiet for a while. "Bobbie ... Can I really come over for a beer with you? ... I heard the guys talking about you ... Telling what a nice big ... " Dillon stopped suddenly and sighed, upset.
"You can say it, boy ... " I laughed. "Nothing I haven't heard before. Rubbing his leg. But it remained quiet. I stopped in front of my garage, and we drove in straight off the street. I had opened my garage door remotely. It closed behind us when we came to a stop. "Time to get off, Dillon. Let's grab that beer and have a chat."
Dillon remained seated. So I had to wriggle off my bike first. Then I saw why the boy stopped talking. He had creamed his tatty cotton pants, thinking about my 10" in the showers. I unfastened the helmet. Pulled off the boys' thick glasses before removing it. Dillon was openly crying in shame. Grabbing the lad under his arms, I lifted him clear of the bike. The dude weight next to nothing. Hugged him, telling him it was okay. "I just have that effect on people ... " I said with a smile. "Come on upstairs." Dillon followed me up sluggishly.
I sat him on the couch in the living room and went to the kitchen for a couple of beers. The wide-eyed Dillon looked around in amazement. My living room in my loft was much bigger than his entire house. He saw all my leather furniture and gay art on the wall. Dillon's jaw dropped to the ground when he saw my sling and barber chair with stirrups. And the sex toys proudly on display in a cabinet beside it. He noticed the leather hides as carpet on the floor. And he managed a smile when I came back with the beers and some snacks.
"Wow, ... what a fucking amazing place you got here Bobbie. How the hell are you able to afford this?" Dillon asked in wonder.
"Hard work and good looks got me this far. And having a few good jobs doesn't hurt either. Besides working at the factory, I also do some escort work. The men are going crazy for my cum gun. And I used to be a barber before I got this job." I said, rubbing my hand over the bulge in my pants. "Are you into that kind of thing too? Or do you still want me to believe you rather eat pussy ..." I said, looking naughtily at Dillon. I opened the bottle of beer with my teeth and handed it to him. Giving him an excuse not to have to answer me.
"Hey, Dillon. Would you like to grab a bite to eat later? I could go for some Chinees. If you do, then you may want to call home to tell them you'll be back late." Dillon looked shy up at me again. "Don't worry, boy ... Nothing is going to happen if you don't want it!" I said, calming him down. "On the other hand ... Anything goes around here." I grinned as I told him that. "And I really mean anything ... "
Dillon's breathing got a little faster. Looking at me as if to scream; Yes, please, take me!
"Sure ... " said Dillon, after processing all the impressions I had bombarded him with. "I would love to eat you... " his breath stocked in his throat. Did he actually just say that out loud?
I laughed my ass off. "Well, now we are getting somewhere ... What part of me would you like to eat first?" I grinned at Dillon. And put an arm around him taking a sip of my beer.
At first, he laughed with me. But he squinted his eyes after a while. "I already told you I am not gay!" he snarled.
"That's cool two, Dillon ... Do you care to explain that dripping wet cock of yours to me then?" I said equally harshly. Pointing to his wet pants.
Dillon lost control over his emotions again. "Dil ... I can't help you if I don't know what's going on. Try to explain what you're feeling. I am not trying to hurt you. I just want to help you!" I said, very calmly. Giving Dillon time and space to find the right words.
"Bobbie ... hmm ... I don't know man ... " said Dillon sobbingly. "I don't know if I am gay or not. I certainly never had a girlfriend. Fuck, I never had sex. I just, ... well, you know, ... I help my self ... When I saw you, I so wanted to be you! ... But look at me, man ... How the fuck do I do that? You are more than twice the man I will ever be! ... Even the guys at the plant think so! ... I am nothing but a Dildo to them." He got angrier the longer he talked openly about his feelings. This was the longest coherent sentence I had ever heard him string together. "Hell, I wished I would have you as my bigger brother ... To guide me ... Fuck, I would even let you ... ", Dillon stopped when he felt his prick twitch again.
I said nothing for a while. Sat back on my couch and lay a hand behind Dillon's back. Even inviting him to rest his head on my arm. And to my surprise, he did. Not long after that, I pulled him onto my broad chest. We sat there for a long time, sampling our beers and eating some snacks. "Call your folks Dil. I want to take you to dinner. Or do you prefer we dine here?" I asked softly. "Let's eat here. There is so much I want to learn from you. I am much more comfortable doing that in private. Hell, maybe you can give me a floor show?", he smiled dirty at me.
I grabbed the phone and asked Dillon what he wanted to eat and ordered out. Afterward, I handed the phone to Dillon, who called his folks. "I am sleeping over at a friends home ... " he said decisively. I looked at the dude and smiled. "Are you sure, Dil? Aren't you going a bit fast?" I asked him after he hung up the phone.
You said you are a mentor, and you were a hairdresser. Can you turn me into a good looking guy like ... ", he stopped. This time not because he was dreaming out loud. But because I had put my hand down the front of his pants. Jerking off the rock hard boy-toy. He looked up at me, then back down at his crotch. Loosened his belt and undid the cord that held his cotton pants closed. Giving me full access. I pushed him on his back and pulled his penis from his drenched pants. Looked at him a second and bent forward to suck him clean.
Dillon looked down at the muscle god between his legs. Gobbling up his 6" nicely shaped cock. I looked up at him and told him to grab hold of my head and to fuck my face. His eyes squinted again as he fucked himself between my lips. I made sopping and gurgling noises. Egging the guy on. I pushed myself off him to lay on top of the dude. He hugged me closely. But could not help to feel disappointed. Not allowing him to cum in my mouth. We kissed for a while. Until the doorbell rang. I got up and came back with the Chinese takeaway we had ordered. Dillon nearly had forgotten all about it.
Over dinner, we discussed the mixed signals he unknowingly gave off nearly all the time. I had to give him examples. And when he heard them, the light in his eyes started to shine bright. Fully understanding what he had been doing wrong for years now. Even realizing how gay he actually came across to others. He felt totally relaxed with me. Talking openly about his feelings. Coming to the conclusion that he might actually have been gay all along.
He asked me what it felt like the first time I got butt fucked by a guy. It surprised me he even used those words. The shy and timid little brat was anything but. Dillon also wanted to know where I trained and who cut my hair. He playfully rubbed a hand through my half-long hair. Sighing that he needed a hair cut of his own.
Laughingly I said that I agreed. And that Dillon was badly in need of a make-over. Telling him to lose the marmalade-jar glasses and to get some contact lenses. Suddenly I said with a commanding voice, and before dessert: "Dil, ... Strip! ... I am going to give you a make-over ... Even your own mother won't recognize you!"
He looked at me stupefied. Not really knowing what to do. But after processing the command, he complied. I took the ugly swan and sat him in the barber fuck-chair. Hoisted his legs onto the stirrups and tied his arms to it. Pulled his head back and gave him a crew cut. Dillon's nearly matted locks fell to the ground and onto him. I also shaved his cock and balls. The thick, scraggly bush of pubes also got a make-over. When even his butt cheeks where shaved bold I sucked the dude off for real. Forcing him to unload deep into my mouth. Letting myself enjoy this dessert. Lubing his back door and gently playing with it. Penetrating it ever so slightly.
Dillon struggled with the feeling of being tied up. He really wanted to caress my head and stroke my muscular arms. Dillon needed to show me he loved me! So badly, in fact, that he screamed it down at me. I still was fully clothed and had no intention to change that either.
I pulled up a mobile washbasin behind his head and proceeded to finish the make-over. Washing his hair, combing it and then bleaching some very blond locks into it. When I was done, I showed the anxious Dillon his new look. He was still tied into the chair. Dillon had his legs apart. His cock rock-hard and twitching wildly. And his arms still wanting to hug someone. Anyone. His ass hole even gaping open. Very much wanting to be filled with man-meat.
When Dillon finally calmed down and looked at his new hair-do, he grinned from ear to ear. "Thank you, Bobbie!" he said happily gazing at his reflection. "Please, fuck me already!" Dillon's breath quickened. His cock started leaking again.
With a finger, I fed Dillon his own pre-cum. The rest I smeared over his butt hole and fingered his boy pussy with it. Dillon rolled with his eyes and pulled his head in his neck. Moaning loudly at that feeling and breathing very heavy.
I slowly pulled out, caressing his balls a bit. Bringing him down from cloud nine. Unfastened his arms and picked the lad up in both my strong arms. His hands finally got to stroke my big pecks. He even dared to pinch a nipple. In the other, I wore a piercing. The boy was really smitten with me. Worshiping my muscled look. Drinking in the look, the feel, and my sweaty musk. I dropped him rudely onto my leather-covered bed.
Dillon spread his arms to feel it all. The smell, the coolness, even the texture he took in with all the senses he could muster. Sending himself into sensory overload. He was totally gone. I could have had my way with him. Ripping his boy cunt in two until he bled. Using him nastily as I saw fit.
I did not. The ugly brat had grown on me. Dillon's new look made him even look cool. I pulled an old pair of jeans from my closet as well as a leather denim-look jacket. Gave him one of my baseball caps and put on a spiked wrist band on his right arm. Signaling Dillon was a bottom. Before he dressed, I put a metal-studded leather cockstrap around his cock and balls.
We drank a few more beers together before I send him home.
"I had fun Dil ... But now it's time to get to bed. We have to go to work tomorrow.", I said as I handed him his glasses.
When he walked into the hallway, Dillon saw his own reflection in the mirror. "Damn, I really have to get me some different glasses.", he sighed at his new look.
"Thanks, Bobbie ... I will try to remember everything you taught me! ... You are so fucking good it hurts." he sighed with a big grin on his face. I kissed the lad and wished him a good night. He looked long, far too long, and way too lovingly into my eyes. We kissed some more in the open doorway. The folks outside stared weirdly at us. "Dildo, you really need to go, boy!" I said meanly to him. Kicking him out the door. Outside he walked home. His head held high. As if he owned the place. The street whores wanted the lad to spend some time with them. Before they would have looked straight through him. Not even acknowledging his existence. The new-look changed his whole outlook on life. And all he could do was enjoy the feeling.
The next day the HR-department woman called telling me that Dildo took half the day off. And that his meeting with me would have to be rescheduled. I told her off. Not to call him by his nickname EVER again. She apologized immediately. Not something she usually did.
Around lunch-time, Dillon walked into the cafeteria. The usually bustling place all of a sudden fell silent for a moment. The man whooped and hollered as Dillon strutted his stuff. The cafeteria lady even gave him some extra protein to eat. Dillon wore a vintage biker jacket over his coveralls. Nothing underneath and the overall top left unbuttoned. He had his face cleaned from all the nasty blackheads. His five-o'clock shadow was neatly trimmed. He even had bought himself some contacts. He walked straight over to my table. And set himself down directly next to me. He pulled up the arms of his leather jacket. Revealing a new leather armband on his right wrist. On his feet, he had a pair of well-polished black boots. His coveralls were tugged into his socks.
The guys started chanting: "Dildo, ... Dildo, ... Dildo!"
But as soon as I snapped my fingers that stopped. It stopped forever.
Dillon commanded respect. After lunch, at the urinals, I saw Dil standing between a few other men. Taking a leak. I walked in, cleaned my hands, and looked in the mirror. "Dil... Present your ass!" I called harshly. He ripped his overall open, arched his back, and placed his hands on the wall. I did the boy cunt extremely roughly and without any lube. The rest of the men were watching us in awe. Dillon screamed his head off in pleasure. Once the pig-pussy was fully loaded with cum, I washed my hands and asked: "Who's next?" That afternoon he got a proper education from the men. Filling his every desire. Teaching him to take cock like a power bottom on steroids. Making him eat cum and drink piss. Straight out of the thick straws provided to him. Even the boss made use of the boys newly found abilities.
We did not see Dillon again until it was time to go home. He walked straight over to my bike. Snatching my spare helmet from my motorcycle. Dillon drove in his new torn jeans and leather chaps with me to my place. That weekend I made him serve me, like the bitch he had always been. Showing him what real discipline felt like. Humbling him, making Dillon worship my body as only a real sub could have done. We screwed all weekend long. Went shopping and clubbing, where I made him serve my buddies and good-paying customers. He took it all in his stride. Knowing he was mine to do with as I saw fit. And that was all he had ever wanted out of life. He was just too bashful and shy to really go for it.
< THE END >
Thank you for reading this story. Give it a like if you feel so inclined. And if your hands are not to dirty from all your spunk. ;-)
Mckenna
- 08.02.2022
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