1. A Submissive little boy


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Gay Male, Author: alexkoko, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    after his booth looked to be a little bit bigger and I wanted to check them out so I stepped off down the hall past his booth. These last booths didn't seem to be girl booths either. They were larger and in addition to having a screen they had a little bench that you could sit on. There was always the other side and if nothing down that way I would probably just jump in a booth and check out a video. Turning to go back, I noticed that the light was on over the booth the blue-collar man had entered, but as I got close to where you would enter, it was apparent that the door wasn't actually shut. Curiosity it seems got the best of me at that moment. I think I told myself that maybe I would catch a peek of what was on the screen. As it turned out the screen was the last thing that caught my eye. The movie was on giving off a faint light, but the man was standing in front of the screen thus blocking most of the direct illumination. He was standing with his pants around his ankles, facing not towards the moaning girl on the film, but facing the hallway and therefore, me. His hand was on his cock, which was semi hard and he was slowly stroking it. We just stood there like that for a few seconds, me staring at his crotch and then slowly raising my head our eyes met. I instinctively bit my lip. It was easy to see it was clear to him that he was the superior specimen of man, and that he could take what he wanted. So he did. While I paused a second the man simply reached out with his ...
    right hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards him into the booth. I started to protest but, before I could get very far he put his left hand on top of my head and pushed down. Now I could easily have resisted if I wanted to, but the wasn't time for it to even register. One second it seems I was standing in the hallway the next I was squatting down in front of the man with his cock bobbing up and down just six inches from my face. Then he spoke in a soft stern voice. &#034Kneel.&#034 It was a request, but at the same time it wasn't, but the f***e of his words acted as if the synapses of my brain had fired on their own. First my one knee and then the other touched the ground. I knew at that moment that any chance of me becoming a real man had passed as he moved his right hand to my head as well and pulled my lips ever slowly to his cock. &#034You do this before boy?&#034 The same soft-stern voice commanded my answer. &#034No.&#034 my voice was weak and of a higher timber than I ever remember it being before. The voice came back again. &#034No teeth.&#034 It was only seconds until my first taste of man, but I had so many thoughts flash through my mind. The man jerking to the television, the girl sucking a cock with a devilish knowing look in her eye, even Bollman saying &#034have fun.&#034 The boy on his knees was me The smell of his manhood was so strong now that I was so close. I looked down cross-eyed at the tip of his penis as he pulled forward and my lips touched for the ...