After a long and exhaustive search, I have finally found the perfect boy to make my wife.
He is as pretty as any girl I've seen, with unblemished, milky-white flesh, pouty lips, and a round, little bubble-butt that gets me hard whenever I picture bending him over and ramming home my seven-incher. I just know he'll take to my cock like a fish to water.
He is painfully shy to the extent he has difficulties meeting girls his age. He lives alone, rarely dates, and has a mild, submissive temperament. I am positive that once properly trained, he will bring me years of companionship and an infinite number of orgasms.
At the moment, he is unaware he is gay and of course, if he knew of my plans for him, he would most certainly flee this city and state, perhaps even the country, and hide somewhere I could never find him.
Ronnie works for me, and with only ten other employees, we have frequent contact. We speak every day, and I have gained his full trust and respect.
Most of my workers sit at desks all day staring at computer screens, and are accustomed to me standing behind them, giving them shoulder and neck massages to keep them relaxed, and focused on their jobs.
Ronnie, at first, was tense when I placed my hands on him; he was self-conscious of my attention. But when he observed me performing the same service for everyone else, he readily accepted my daily massages as part of his job.
Of course, what he doesn't know is that everyone he works with is gay, and they are required to not only acquiesce to my massages but to also perform 'extra-curricular activities' with me as a routine part of their employment contracts.
Which makes me happy Ronnie came along when he did; I have grown tired and bored of casual sex with a number of young men. I am fond of Ronnie, and have developed an emotional attachment to him. In a few short days, he will have one with me, too.
I am currently finalizing plans for his two-weeks of what I like to call 'Conversion Therapy,' and immediately thereafter we will be married and he will forever belong to me.
You may ask: "How can you be so confident of taking a completely straight boy, and turning him gay?" and I would respond:
"Over the years, I have perfected my training methods and have had great success with several boys and young men...Johnny, Tommy, Timmy, Freddy-just to name a few...none of them understood their true sexuality until they went on a fishing trip with me to my cabin in the woods."
Those boys took less than a week to turn, which will be true this time, as well, but since I have chosen Ronnie to be my bride, I will go into more detail and train him in the subtleties and nuances of becoming the best wife he can be.
Bradley returned from his assignment Thursday afternoon and assured me everything at the cabin was the way I had requested.
He is my second-in-command, and has been with the company longest of anyone. He is capable and deserving of taking over the reins when I leave.
"I've never seen you like this," he said. "You really like this boy, don't you?"
I laughed and said, "Yes...we will live happily ever after!"
"I'm a little nervous about becoming the boss here," he said.
"Don't be silly-you do more work around here than me," I said. "The employees respect you-they will work hard for you...besides, you know how to reach me if you have any questions."
I approached Bradley, smiled, and slowly ran my fingertip over his lips. He dropped to his knees and worked on opening my slacks.
"I can't believe I won't be doing this for you anymore," he said as he pulled down my slacks and boxers, exposing my erection and balls to his view.
I chuckled and said, "Don't worry-you'll be coming over to the house for briefings and meetings...you'll certainly be on your knees many, many times...maybe, I'll even have my wife reciprocate for you."
"That would be nice-he does have a pretty mouth," said Bradley just before he slid his lips over my cockhead.
I slowly backed-up so I could rest against the desk and enjoy Bradley's lips and tongue. He shuffled forward on his knees never losing my hardness from his mouth.
"By the way," I said, "have you any applicants for his job?"
"Mmm-huh," he mumbled.
"And don't forget to move everything out of his apartment-he won't be returning there," I said before his sucking caused me to close my eyes and give in to his wonderful mouth.
"Mmm—huh," he responded.
"M-M-Mister Harwood, you want ME to go on a fishing trip with YOU?" the cute boy asked with wide-eyed amazement.
"I feel bad about missing your birthday celebration last week..." I lied. "Turning twenty-one is a big day and I'm sorry I wasn't there!"
"B-But you don't have to do this for me, I mean, a whole week? You're an important man-they'll miss you around here!" he said in all seriousness.
"Bradley is more than competent to run this place when I'm not here...besides, I haven't had a vacation in over a year, and I would consider it a personal favor if you joined me!" I said trying to sound as sincere as possible.
When I saw the redness flush over his face my heart melted. I wanted him more than ever. My penis became semi-erect inside my boxers.
"Tonight, pack a bag with whatever you'll need, and bring it with you tomorrow-okay?" I said forcefully. I wanted him to understand that a request from his boss was more than a request.
"OH...uh, yeah, okay," he said. "OH, thanks...uh, fishing with you will be fun-thank you for the invitation!"
I smiled at him and nodded and thought: the only fishing you'll be doing son will be with your hand inside my pants!
When the boy left to return to work I briefly entertained the notion of either using Bradley's mouth again, or have him drop his trousers and bend over, but decided I better preserve my strength for what was to come.
Ronnie has a strong work ethic, and is very predictable. I was waiting in my car at 7:45 the next morning, and true to form, he was 15 minutes early for work.
"Oh-uh, Hi Mister Harwood," he said when he saw me.
"It's such a beautiful day let's leave now," I said to him.
He blushed and said," Are you sure-won't they miss me inside?"
"They'll have to make do without you-you're all mine now!" I said, meaning every word of it.
I helped him load his bag in the trunk then took his keys and cell phone from him.
"We'll keep these here," I said. "We wouldn't want to lose them in the lake, would we?"
"Uh, no...I guess not," he replied.
On cue, Bradley came out the entrance and I gave him the keys and cell phone.
"Have fun," he winked at me.
In a voice only he could hear, I said, "The next time you see me I'll be a married man!"
He giggled and a broad smile spread across his face as he watched us drive away.
I always try to schedule my 'fishing trips' in the middle of July. The weather is hot, and the humidity is oppressive. It rains every day and to make matters worse, the air is thick with gnats and mosquitos. It is the perfect combination of NOT wanting to go outside.
