LOGINI dropped my boss's dry cleaning off and hopped on the 'L'. God, I was so happy to be getting off work early, and on a Monday at that. When my boss told me to take off early, I was shocked. I was not so shocked when he told me to drop his dry cleaning off on the way.It's hard to believe that I've been working for him for two years. I still hadn't gotten my CPA. I don't know where the time went. I took the job for experience and to bring money in, but two years later, I was still there doing menial grunt work and going nowhere. Sometimes I felt like such a failure, but Bart would tell me that it was okay. I didn't need a stressful job like he had and he made plenty of money to take care of us.In contrast, Bart was very successful at his job. In the two years he's been with the company, he's been promoted twice. He makes nearly four times the amount of money I do.I sighed and got off the train and walked down the steps. It was cold and windy and I shivered and zipped my jacket up.As
He soon pulled out and turned me around and pushed me down to my knees. He pulled the condom off and furiously stroked his cock with his right hand. His left hand grabbed my hair and held my head in place. I watched as the first blast of ropey come flew out and splatter across my forehead and into my hair. "Look at me!" he growled as he kept stroking. I looked up at him as gripped my hair tighter. He let out a roar as he shot load after load of hot come onto my face. His cock finally softened and he held it in his hand panting. I closed my eyes and hung my head down in shame and exhaustion. Bart's left hand tightened its grip on my hair and I felt something warm running down my head. He jerked my head back and his dick was streaming clear warm piss onto my chest. I tried to move away, but he held me tight and pulled me closer. "Take it!" I violently shook my head 'no'. He aimed the stream onto my head again and I closed my eyes and mouth and tried to pull away again when I fel
On Thursday, Bart took me to my first gay bar. He wore a white wife beater, leather pants and black boots. He had me put on a tight wife beater and a tight pair of jeans. The bar was not what I expected. It was dark and seedy and a little scary. Many of the guys there were wearing leather and they were all big and rough looking. I clung to Bart's side, though I didn't need to. He told me not to go off anywhere without him and he had his arm around my neck or shoulders most of the time. He got both of us drinks from the bar and we made our way to a back corner. Bart took me to the dance floor and we danced very close, with Bart grinding into me and kissing me as we danced. After 20 minutes, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the floor. He led me through the bar to a back room. It was dimly lit, but I could see that there were other guys in there. They were grunting, groaning, groping, kneeling, moving against each other. Someone brushed up against me and I grabbed onto Bart's arm.
I got my bag and got into the truck with Bart. As Bart backed out of the driveway, I was crying. "Don't start with that fucking crying shit," he growled. "You hear me? Act like a man." I wiped my face and sniffled and tried to 'man up'. "Fucking cry baby," he muttered. I turned my head and looked out the window as we drove away from home. *** I returned to school with Bart. It was nice living with Bart most of the time. The rent he charged me was really cheap. To make up for it, I did most of the chores: the laundry, cooking, cleaning. Since we were now living together, we had sex a lot more often, almost every night. He was usually very rough and in charge, but sometimes, he would show me such love and tenderness. Those were the moments I craved. After I left home, Dad and Mom called me repeatedly and I ignored their calls. They would leave voice mails for me to leave Bart or beg me call them. Dad continued to pay for school and send me checks, but the phone calls eve
Bart slapped my ass again. He held still inside my ass until my crying turned to whimpers. He grabbed my hips and started moving in and out of me, quickly building up speed and intensity. "Take my cock! Whose bitch are you? Who does this hole belong to?" "You, Bart," I grunted. "It's... yours..." He grunted and groaned and used me for his pleasure. "I'm gonna come, boy! Here it comes! Yeah, you little fucker! Take my come!" Bart howled and thrust into me hard and blasted his load into the condom. I whimpered in pain as he pulled out of me. I collapsed onto the bed and rolled over onto my stomach. Bart emptied the condom onto my semi-erect cock. "Get yourself off," he commanded. I reached down began stroking my dick, using Bart's come as lube. I came hard after a couple of minutes. Bart pulled me out of the bed and I followed him to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and I stepped in. He pulled a condom out of the vanity drawer and ripped the package open, then stepped
After working another summer with Dad, I returned to school for my junior year. Ben and I moved into one of the nicer dorms on campus. The rooms were slightly bigger here and we were closer to our classes. I met Bart Bronson the first week in my business management class, which was my last class of the day on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The prof divided us into groups for projects and discussions. Bart chose himself as the team leader of our group of five. We went around the group and introduced ourselves. Bart said he was a junior, and one of the girls in the group asked how old he was and he said he was 28. He joined the Army when he graduated high school and was in for eight years and even served multiple tours in Iraq. We were all impressed and he took charge of the group right away. Bart was tall with a muscular build. He had a ruggedly handsome face. He had dark brown hair cut in a high and tight military style. He had a full, but neatly trimmed goatee and moustache, an







