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co-conspirators
SUMMARY: Although he maintained he wasn't gay,19 year old Egan liked young
boys, as did his dad. The young entrepeneur soon learns that many men
liked their chicken on the tender side, especially the all
american home grown white-meat kind over the usual Asian
sex-vacation offerings and were quite willing to pay
handsomely to feast on it in their own back yards. Join Egan and his
father in their trials and tribulations as they recruit and train
assets to meet the supply & demand of the ever luctrative
illicit 'boy-running' trade.
STORY CODES: b, m, M, ped, inc, reluc, con
CONTACT: [email protected]
boys, as did his dad. The young entrepeneur soon learns that many men
liked their chicken on the tender side, especially the all
american home grown white-meat kind over the usual Asian
sex-vacation offerings and were quite willing to pay
handsomely to feast on it in their own back yards. Join Egan and his
father in their trials and tribulations as they recruit and train
assets to meet the supply & demand of the ever luctrative
illicit 'boy-running' trade.
STORY CODES: b, m, M, ped, inc, reluc, con
CONTACT: [email protected]
chapter 1
Nineteen year-old Egan picked up Aaron, 14, from Milton
Junior High and they sat in the front seat of Egan’s van totally naked playing
with themselves across the street from St. Vincent’s elementary school as they
had done often watching the young boys dismiss. Aaron would inevitably give his
older friend and mentor a blowjob after the last of the young boys dispersed. Or
sometimes Egan wanted to fuck his more than willing to please young buddy.
Their sex play started when Aaron was seven. Twelve year old Egan was sitting
for the younger boy after school at the time. In the midst of puberty and a need
for an afternoon jerk off didn’t stop Egan from doing so in front of Aaron; the
older boy was quite frankly, turned on by exposing himself .
Bright eyed Aaron would watch his little league baseball hero -baby sitter-
beat his impressive meat until the white stuff squirted out. He would jump up
and down and clap in excitement of the main event. Not long afterward, Egan had
the more than eager Aaron doing the chore for him.
Egan liked to eat his own cum off his hand finding the sweet taste not
unappetizing. Convincing Aaron to do the same was easy, including licking the
goop off his chest and belly and virtually hairless groin, making cleanup a
snap. The afterschool ritual continued with each boy eagerly anticipating the
event.
For some reason Egan found it thrilling to strip completely naked, not even
did he keep his socks on. When he told Aaron to do the same, the youngster was
only too obliging. The older boy pumped the smallish uncut dick until his hand
would ache. He began using saliva as a lubricant when the boy complained of
evident friction burns.
Egan was not naive to sexual acts, he’d found his dad’s stash of porn videos
when he was eight and was enthralled with them. He knew when his parents were
making love and had his ear to the wall imagining his dad’s big dong slamming
into his mother. Yes, Egan saw his dad naked many times when they would shower
together, always curious about the adult’s genitalia. One time he reached out to
touch his dad’s big cock. The man didn’t seem to mind at first, however moments
later, Egan got severely reprimanded. Years later, he heard the drunken man tell
his poker buddies that his old lady didn’t suck cock. His loss. Thought Egan.
How foolish his dad was for not taking advantage of the young curious boy and
how he missed out on having his cock sucked regularly.
Aaron was performing oral sex on Egan after a few weeks. The illicit movies
Egan saw were very educational indeed. Anal sex followed, causing Aaron severe
pain as he tried to penetrate the seemingly impossible hole, enough to make the
boy cry. The one flick with two men and a woman where one man just seemed to
slide into the other man was somewhat deceiving. Egan wasn’t a dumb kid; the jar
of vaseline in the bathroom medicine cupboard could only improve the unexpected
setback.
Egan’s appetite for young boys only increased as he got older. So did
Aaron’s, if only following the lead of his older friend to please him. They got
lucky once when they picked up a 13 year old at the arcade and convinced him to
come and smoke some weed in 17 year old Egan’s van.
Egan kept some porno mags in the van, and the three were soon absorbed in
looking at them making silly juvenile comments about the scenes. When Egan took
down his jeans and told Aaron to come suck his cock, the 12 year old didn’t
hesitate. Offering Aaron’s services was easy. One thing led to another and a
three way soon evolved including Egan fucking the very resistant third party.
This exciting act gave him a taste for rape.
Other boys from the arcade soon followed. Egan and Aaron had their strategy
down to an exact science. However Egan began to crave younger boys than the 13
or fourteen year olds. He found himself yearning for 10 and eleven year old
boys, their non-willing participation only excited him more. He fantasized about
it, even going to far as to shave Aarons proud, newly grown pubis in order to
role play raping a young boy. A battered and bruised Aaron, 14, played the role
well for his nineteen year old idol.
The younger teen had developed his own technique using his tongue on all the
sensitive parts including dipping into Egan’s anus that drove him wild with
unsolicited pleasure.
For several weeks they sat naked in the van watching and commenting on boys
that past by so close that Egan, growing more confident and daring by the day,
could have grabbed them by the neck and hauled them inside the van so quickly
that no one would notice. He dreamed about it, going through different
contingency plans in his mind. That’s all he thought about while Aaron sucked
his cock and he came in blissful torrents.
He had potential victims narrowed down to three blonde, blue eyed Adonis’
who, in Egan’s mind, screamed to be fucked, saying, "Boys that wear their pants
halfway down their ass do so for a reason, whether they are aware of it or not.
Cock teasers, deserving to be raped!"
Aaron wasn’t so sure of his buddy’s perspective on the latest fashion trend,
but he agreed as always.
Egan and Aaron must have got careless. Perhaps it was the regular presence of
the grey van with no one getting in or out and the two shirtless boys. Egan was
startled when the rap came on his window. The elderly crossing guard peering in
the window couldn’t help but notice that the two boys were naked. Egan put the
van into gear and screeched away. They would have to be more careful, find
another school and park a safe distance away.
It meant starting the search all over. Just when Egan was ready to make his
move, the fucking old crossing guard ruined everything! Egan even considered
going back one day and running over the old fart standing in the middle of the
street. If one time Aaron was listened to, Egan’s anger subsided as he got his
raised ass spread wide and tongue reamed.
St. Jude’s elementary was their next target. Egan rather preferred cut cock,
anyway. The Jewish boys, although not blonde or blue eyed, they were hot dressed
in cute little uniforms that fed his new libido. Monday they would stake out the
school, however, from a safer distance made easy since the school was situated
in a cul-de-sac.
Aaron enjoyed it when Egan took him to the aquatic centre every Saturday. The
wave pool was his favourite. Egan’s favourite part was all the young cocks
covered up by saran-wrap-like Speedo bathing suits leaving very little to the
imagination. Cock teasers were the lads that wore those, Egan told Aaron. He saw
the older men almost drooling over the sights. "It takes one to know one."
claimed the teen.
He and Aaron had shoplifted their suits from Sears. Aaron looked so sexy in
his, Egan commented, his junk was prominently displayed for the old men to gawk
at. Even Egan got lots of attention from men and, god forbid, girls! Egan often
joked that anything that bleeds that much every month oughta be dead and he
wasn’t sticking his cock into anything that should be dead!
Egan always wanted Aaron to give him a hand job in the wave pool. The fast
flowing, swirling water shielded the goings on, except once. The pool was on
some kind of timer and suddenly the water was clear. A 16 year-old male
lifeguard happened to be standing poolside close and above enough to see Egan’s
bathing suit down to his thighs and Aaron standing behind him pumping away.
Most guys caught in such a predicament would cower in embarrassment, not
Egan. The lifeguard’s smirk and developing bulge in his baggy trunks said it
all. They had a three way in the van two hours later on Kyle’s lunch break. For
the second time, Aaron had a cock in his mouth and another up his ass; he loved
every minute of it.
Egan loved the showers. Naked in front of little boys he would get semi hard
if no adults were around. Seven and eight year-olds would stare, some, more than
others. Those were the ones he enjoyed peacocking for. Too young for sex play,
although a blowjob in a bathroom stall might have been coerced easily enough,
but Egan got off on being an exhibitionist, ego boosting nonetheless.
Disappointing was the 10 and eleven year-old boys who had been taught not to
stare at another male. However Egan couldn’t help but notice the fleeting
glances, especially when he got a full blown hardon. Pissing him off as well
were the boys who did the modest towel-wrap changes. "When the fuck did guys
become so shy among other guys?" he would say. "Like they have something other
guy’s don’t?"
"Maybe they don’t have what other guys have?" Aaron joked.
Aaron also showered naked on Egan’s insistence. It was no secret between them
that Aaron preferred older teens, -especially men. Naked men, who like Egan,
didn’t have a care about modesty either in the showers or the steam room after
their workout in the well equipped gym or a round of squash at the courts. Manly
men, not the old pervs sitting around the wave pool gawking at little girls and
boys. In the showers he found their grey matted pubic hair and prune dicks
barely visible under their big bellies literally disgusting, not to mention
their saggy balls.
Aaron always wondered what a man’s cock would taste like. Would a man’s cum
taste different than Egan’s salty sweetness, and be more voluminous? Egan often
talked about taking him to a park he knew about where men got together for sex.
He claimed that young Aaron would be a huge hit with his choice of dicks to
suck, -or fuck him, -or take him both ways!
One day Aaron lived up to his promise. When they drove into the parking lot a
familiar Audi was pulling into a stall. Egan watched his old man get out and
walk, avoiding the public pathway onto a beaten path instead. The teen was
flabbergasted to say the least. His own father enjoyed guys? He couldn’t fathom
his father on his knees, or bent over a fallen tree. It was all too much for
Egan to comprehend and once his father was out of sight, he raced out the
parking lot at warp speed.
People always talked about the two teen’s relationship. Why would a 19
year-old have a friend five years his junior, and for such a long time span.
Egan's mother often made comments on the fact, disapproving of the frequent
sleepovers. His dad always defended Egan, saying, "At least he isn’t running
with a bad crowd his age, Maggie!" Perhaps he knew their relationship was
sexual? It takes one to know one? It didn't matter anyway, the boys usually
snuck into each other’s bedrooms through a window.
Aaron’s mom once walked in to see the unexpected sleeping 15 year-old Egan’s
white ass exposed. She didn’t have to wonder if her son was naked as well, his
PJs were on the floor. When she confronted Aaron that very morning after Egan
had left, quick thinking Aaron was caught off guard, but replied, "Ma, -we’re
both boys, ya know? -Guys sleep naked, . . . DAH!" She never told her husband
about it, much to Aaron's relief. Egan had been a fixture in their home since
his of babysitting days; however, even they started questioning the unusual
friendship, especially the continued clandestine sleepovers that neither parent
condoned once Egan was in his early teens.
On one other uncomfortable occasion, Egan’s dad, probably hearing the
bedsprings complain, walked into his son's room to witness a very intimate
coupling with Aaron’s legs in the air being fucked hard by his son who was also
masturbating the younger boy. Egan told his father to fuck off to the gay park,
--yes, he knew dad’s secret, --or join them. Mother was out of town at the time
and dear old dad took a turn fucking Aaron, First, getting head from Aaron while
Egan had his way up his ass. Aaron’s first man and three-way turned out to be
his best friend’s father.
Mr. Miller’s cock wasn’t much longer than Egan’s, but much thicker, meatier.
They later moved to the larger marital bed and continued. Egan finally got to
touch his dad’s cock after all those years, however that was the extent of sex
play when Egan simply directed his old man’s cock into Aaron's well stretched
and lubed hole. He woke up to find his father blowing young Aaron, who was
grasping the bed sheets in total ecstasy. Egan, unable to resist, fucked the
boy. As well, he jerked off his dad in the heat of the excited three way
passion. Ironic that twelve years later, his father finally allowed his son’s
touch.
Aaron loved the man’s taste and especially his musky scent. Every time he
blew the man in the garage, if Mrs. Miller was home, he would nuzzle his nose
between his balls and thigh and savour the sweaty manly aroma that stuck in his
sinuses long afterward. His cum was more on the bitter side, not as sweet as
Egan’s, and his blowjobs were much more enjoyable than his best friend’s
wavering lack of enthusiasm lately. Aaron knew he was getting too old for Egan’s
taste. He was committed to finding a younger boy for Egan’s pleasure. Then Aaron
wouldn’t feel so guilty having sex with his friend’s father.
The two teens sat naked in the van pointing out certain young boys walking
home from school. Egan was exceptionally excited, his cock somehow appeared
bigger than usual and leaked a tremendous amount of precum that covered it and
caused a slimy coating from the tip to its base smeared by Egan’s hand.
Aaron became afraid. Although he’d known him forever, he didn’t know what his
older friend was capable of doing. The day before he’d set his sights on a hunky
12 year-old. Egan drove from a distance and followed the boy home. He became
angry, punching the steering wheel when the boy never broke off from the company
of his buddies who waved goodbye to the twelve year-old, with the long brunette
hair and his pants riding well below his waist exposing his Calvin Klein boxer
shorts.
"Fuckin’ cock teaser!" Egan spat more than once, getting angrier when the
friends dropped off but a few still accompanied the boy home. Aaron felt
compelled to agree, although he wasn’t feeling good about things. Egan was
obsessed. Day after day he followed the kid the whole week. Even on over the
weekend Aaron found themselves outside the kid’s house for hours and not
catching sight of him.
Sunday afternoon they went back. Aaron knew that his friend was in a weird
mood that day when they finally caught sight of the Adonis object of his desire
mowing his lawn wearing only sneakers and a pair of tissue thin, white gym
shorts, his junk bounced with every step as he pushed the mower back and
forth.
Even Aaron couldn't dispute the boy was delicious looking. Tanned, muscular
in a way, perhaps an avid swimmer. They were parked directly in front of the
boy's house, close enough to see his hairless armpits when he paused from his
chores and stretched. Egan even claimed that he could see a hint of skin from
the kid’s sweaty junk dampening the material of his white shorts. As hard as he
looked, Aaron never saw that, convinced that it was his friend’s overactive
imagination.
"Fuckin’ cock teaser doesn’t even wear underwear!" Egan exclaimed. "That SLUT
needs a cock down his throat and one up his ass; --I just know it, Ari!"
Aaron wasn't surprised, on the contrary, he well expected it when Egan pulled
the drawstring of his track-pants and shimmied them to just below his ass. The
younger teen didn’t have to be told to crawl over the centre console and
uncomfortably squat on the driver’s side floor with the steering wheel pressing
into his shoulders. He had done it many times recently while Egan scouted out
boys.
Afterwards, they went to the aquatic centre for a swim. Egan sported a boner
in the shower that attracted the attention of many young boys. Some pointed and
laughed as they moved on, a few lingered and stared in awe. Aaron had no idea
what Egan, kneeling on one knee, said to the 7 or eight year-old blond boy, the
next thing he saw was the pair going into the private handicapped shower stall,
Egan turned to look at Aaron and winked before pulling the curtain behind him.
Aaron grew very jealous not only of the boy in the private shower stall, but
the hunky 12 year-old that was the latest object of Egan’s eye. When Aaron
couldn’t hold back and confront his 19 year-old boyfriend, the young adult
confided that he merely sucked the kid off and got a lousy hand job in return.
Sensing his young buddy’s animosity, he took Aaron to the van and sucked him
off. All was well with Aaron after that, he felt wanted again and it put him in
a good mood anticipating the following weekend when Egan’s mom was going to
visit her sick mother once again.
The MDMA-drug, otherwise known as ecstasy, was introduced to Aaron and Egan
when they’d attended a rave-concert two months earlier. The blissful experience
found them both in Egan's van having sex with two 23 year-old guys who had
befriended and supplied them the ‘X’. It became very apparent that having the
much younger, cuter, 14 year old Aaron was their objective once they were all
naked. Egan didn’t seem to be concerned, he jerked off watching the two men have
fun with his little buddy who appeared to be enjoying himself getting it tandem
up the ass and in his mouth for the third time in the span of a few weeks.
The splendid, carefree and horny-high of the affordable drug became a main
staple after that. The three-way with Mr. Miller was hotter than ever. Egan
shared in sucking his father’s cock with Aaron while dad, lying on his back paid
equal attention to the two cocks at either side of his face. The stack fuck was
the best with the man’s cock in Aaron’s ass and Egan on top of his dad all in a
unified fuck. The whole weekend was a fuck fest with Aaron mostly at the centre
of attention. Mr. Miller funded most of the MDMA after that weekend.
After the amazing sex, each having had a wonderful orgasm, the three sat
naked with their backs against the headboard, Aaron between the father and son
playing with their junk hoping to entice another round of group sex play, or in
the very least, give each a blowjob as they intimately conversed. He thought it
was sad that the two had not managed a together many years ago, although the
thought of sex with his own father was appalling. Egan’s dad was super macho,
virile and handsome, whereas his own was scrawny and geeky, the typical
accountant stereotype.
Mr. Miller admitted that he had been bi-sexual all his life. At age 11, he
had a thing going on with his uncle James, 32, that not long afterwards it
included the man’s wife. He never regretted it, claiming his early sexual
education opened his eyes to the virtues of both sexes, his uncle teaching him
everything a boy needed to know about guy sex; his aunt, of course, how to
pleasure a woman.
At age 14, Mr. Miller’s aunt and uncle brought their eleven year-old twin
sons into bed for a sexual education at which time he broke-in both boys taking
their other virginity with his smaller cock, readying them for their dad’s much
larger family member. Over several sessions, the older cousin watched each of
his young cousins fuck their mother for the first time, learn how to suck cock,
and fuck each other. The ménage-et-cinq experience went on until he was sixteen
when his uncle got transferred across the country.
Mr. Miller told his wife all about his incestuous juvenile secrets, and
relayed how he tried in vain to talk her into taking the theoretical ‘birds and
bees’ discussion a few steps further when Egan was at the age of discovery.
"She watched me like a hawk around you after that!" he laughed aloud. "And
when I told her that for your thirteenth birthday I was going to take you
downtown and get you a whore, she threw a frying pan at me!"
Egan was appalled at the thought of ever having sex with his mother, --or a
whore for that matter. "That's disgusting, you fucking pervert!" he ranted in a
humorous manner, punching his father in the shoulder.
His dad chuckled. "I had a feeling a long time ago you were dicking young
Aaron. I was envious, quite frankly. --When your mother was concerned about the
age difference and the sleepovers, and clueless of the strange noises coming
from your room, I defended you, claiming that you boys were merely wrestling.
But I knew you were fucking the kid, those nights yer mom got a hell of a
fucking, herself!" Mr Miller boasted.
Both teens listened intently as Mr. Miller, an insurance appraiser for a
major firm who travelled the world, confided that in his travels he enjoyed many
nights in the company of boys as young as eight years-old, sometimes two or
three of varying ages at the same time. Girls were also available for a dearer
higher price from the underground brokers; however, boys of all ages came cheap
regardless of the customer’s age preference.
Third world countries were recently bowing to the pressure of first world
financial aid countries to clean up their notorious worldwide child-sex-vacation
trade where anything could be had for a very low price. Young girls were the
focus of attention from the do-gooders, however the lesser, "low profile" boy
trade remains almost invisible to this day, the countries tourist trade dollars
have suffered enough and a blind eye is turned to it by the local governments
who have better things to worry about as long as the do-gooders stay naive and
kept in the dark.
Egan was visibly shocked at his father’s revelation, his jaw hung down as the
man confided his faults. Or were they faults? His old-man hadn't done anything
that he, himself, had not been doing for many years. His dad also confided that
he remembered the day Egan groped him in the shower and what could have been the
beginning of a greater father - son relationship. However, he feared his wife
would somehow find out, and fought off his carnal urges. That is what caused him
to once again breach the subject to his open minded wife, who when confronted
months earlier, admitted to having the hots for their 14 year-old neighbour who
cut their lawn every week wearing nothing but a Speedo bathing-suit.
"Green Foot Freddy?" asked Egan in amazement.
"The one and only." confirmed Mr. Miller, then looking at Aaron, explained,
"Freddy never wore shoes gutting the grass, claiming he didn’t want to stain his
runners."
"Don’t tell me mom fucked Freddy!" Egan exclaimed, banging his head back with
a thud and rolling his eyes.
"Nope. --But I certainly did!" the man giggled, "I had a feeling the kid
could be had. One day when he was mowing the backyard lawn, I walked out of the
house nude with a towel draped over my shoulders, waved at Freddy, and got into
the patio sunken hot-tub that I took my time uncovering making sure he got a
good, long view. I saw him from the corner of my eye, . . . thought he would cut
off a foot if he didn’t concentrate on what he was doing."
A curious Egan piped up, "And then what happened?" after a silence as if Mr.
Miller wasn’t going to continue.
"There was no way the red-faced kid could hide a boner in that speedo as much
as he tried to awkwardly use the mower handle to push it up into his belly, it
was still very noticeable. Not only that, but the material had bunched up
leaving little doubt about his large balls under his five-or-so inch cock!" Mr.
Miller laughed
"It was much too warm a day for a hot-tub, after a short time, I sat on the
edge with my legs spread making it look like I was nonchalantly flipping through
a garden magazine. My cock was semi erect by then and I played with my balls
once in awhile.
"He said goodbye and went into the garage to put the mower away. Sure enough,
when I walked in behind him he was beating his meat. We played with each other
for a while, then I gently urged him to his knees and he blew me. After I came,
I blew him although he had already jizzed without touching himself, he was still
eagerly hard and came again.
"I told your mother that if she was serious about having Freddy, I could
arrange it. I never told her I had him, but I lied and said we had a talk and he
thought she was hot."
Even Aaron thought Mrs. Miller was a nice looking lady for her age. Petite
and slender and was a knockout in a bikini. He always thought of her as a Barbie
doll, not that he was interested in that way.
Mr. Miller looked off into space as if no one else was present, and
continued. "I thought Maggie was convinced to take the plunge. We talked about
every night when we made love, she was obviously sexually stimulated more than
usual, but when Saturday rolled around and Green-foot was cutting the grass,
well, --she got cold feet.
"I was furious with her, went out and followed him into the garage and fucked
him bent over the workbench. Freddy didn’t like that much, screamed his bloody
lungs out, but I wasn’t giving in to the little cock teaser in his revealing
white speedo who turned on my wife and me!"
"You raped him? Asked Egan with a smile on his face.
"You can’t rape the willing, son. They know that they want it, but won’t
admit it to themselves. If you really think about it, --Freddy used me! Never
saw him again after that wake-up call I gave him." he bragged.
Young Aaron was confused by the logic, but didn’t want to look like an idiot,
especially after Egan was more than agreeable and voiced, "Fucking little cock
teaser -green-foot- was trying to tease my fucking mom! He deserved to get what
was coming to him from you, dad!"
Egan suddenly had the need to reveal his own secrets, including his present
stalking of the 12 year-old cock-teaser that he and, -naming Aaron-, were
preparing to abduct and rape in the very near future. Aaron wanted to pipe up
and clarify his position on involvement in that plan, but shut his mouth.
Aaron was literally beside himself when Mr. Miller shrugged his shoulders and
told Egan to go for it! At first, he was so happy when Egan revealed everything
expecting the man would talk some sense into his son. Far from the opposite, he
straightened up and hugged his knees quite interested and asked Egan his plan.
Egan, looking embarrassed, revealed that he really didn’t have a master plan,
per se.
Aaron couldn’t believe his ears when Mr. Miller offered his advice. "Ya gotta
keep the kid under surveillance longer. Find out what he does and where he goes
every day of the week, for a few weeks until you establish a pattern. You’ll
soon find out where he’s alone and vulnerable to be snatched and tossed into
your van. It’ll take both of you to subdue him once he’s in the van. He’ll be
caught off guard at first, then adrenalin will kick in and he’ll fight tooth and
nail." Mr Miller went on, "Noise will be your biggest worry, he’ll scream and
yell, so before anything else, duct-tape his mouth, then tie him up. Then drive
somewhere far away and desolate, like your grandpa's cabin. He’s not using it
much anymore."
Surely Mr. Miller wasn’t seriously condoning the kidnapping and rape of a 12
year-old boy! Aaron felt his stomach churning and tasted the bile rise in his
throat. Aaron noticed Egan’s cock come alive. He tried to ignore his mentor’s
subtle motioning request to go down on him. Egan began to stare him down with a
scornful look and pointed his dick at Aaron for emphasis. The boy reluctantly
crawled between the muscular thighs and obediently did as he was told.
Mr. Miller continued. "Take all his clothes off, even if ya have to cut them
off because he’ll still be hog-tied. It’s an old military intelligence tactic
used when interrogating a prisoner; it will weaken his spirit, --make him feel
even more vulnerable than he already is. You can safely remove the mouth gag, no
one will hear his screams for help, anyway.
"Tell him what’s expected of him as your sex slave and that if he cooperates
you won’t hurt him. Even untie him when he settles down, but just in case, keep
a long rope tied around his neck to prevent him from darting out the door. That
way you won’t have to constantly monitor his movements. He can use the bathroom
or shower without an escort. Grandpa’s bathroom window is very small, so he
won’t slip out that way.
"There is a psychological term called the "Stockholm-Syndrome." A phenomenon
in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward
their captors. Sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are
generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the
victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act
of kindness. Be good to him sexually; make him feel that he has an active
role."
Egan couldn’t hold back his built up state of sexual euphoria hearing his
dad’s scheme unfold. His orgasm was quick and intense catching Aaron off guard.
Not since he was seven had he gagged and choked and literally puked up the bile
already gathered in his throat when Egan suddenly forced his head down. Aaron
managed to swallow the combined mixture of semen and puke, burning his throat on
the way down, however saving himself from the humiliation of actually spitting
up all over Egan.
If things couldn’t get worse at the moment, Mr. Miller was staring at Aaron
holding his own excited manhood in a suggestive manner. Aaron performed the
second expected deed while Egan took his turn to talk of the conspiracy. The
refresher MBDA pill offered was kicking in and he couldn’t care less about
anything except blowing Mr. Miller with every ounce of zeal he had.
"Aaron and I can’t wait to get into the kid’s pants, dad. You have to see
this kid, --he’s fucking gorgeous! AND, --a fucking cockteaser just like Freddy
was, judging by the stuff he wears, . . . right, Ari?"
Aaron, with his mouth full, looked up at Mr. Miller and nodded his head in
agreement. He began to think that perhaps the short shorts had been a tad too
revealing and maybe his pants did ride precariously low showing his designer
underwear that rode up the crack of his ass. Didn't they once see him grope
himself in a lewd gesture as if offering his cock to a friend? Sure, his pals
all laughed, but why would a kid do such a thing if he didn’t really mean it
deep down inside? Egan always said that guys who kidded around like that were
actually expressing their secret homo tendencies, much as the bullies who picked
on kids they assumed were queer.
He couldn’t care less at the moment. The man’s shaved balls were silky smooth
to the touch of his fingers and lips. Daring to venture lower into the man’s
thighs with his nose and extended tongue, he became fervent discovering what had
to be Egan’s cum oozing from the hairy hole, the funky smell down there far
surpassed the scent on his sweat laced inner thighs, the man grasped his legs to
his chest to allow the boy full access to lick and suck the juices from his
asshole. When Aaron was satisfied and lifted his head to finish his blowjob,
both Egan and Mr. Miller laughed at his "glazed donut" appearance. Aaron didn’t
care and delved back onto the man-cock, pumping and sucking until the man tensed
up and he could taste the bitter sour cream jettison into his hungry mouth as
his own jism soiled the bed sheets.
to be continued . . .
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Junior High and they sat in the front seat of Egan’s van totally naked playing
with themselves across the street from St. Vincent’s elementary school as they
had done often watching the young boys dismiss. Aaron would inevitably give his
older friend and mentor a blowjob after the last of the young boys dispersed. Or
sometimes Egan wanted to fuck his more than willing to please young buddy.
Their sex play started when Aaron was seven. Twelve year old Egan was sitting
for the younger boy after school at the time. In the midst of puberty and a need
for an afternoon jerk off didn’t stop Egan from doing so in front of Aaron; the
older boy was quite frankly, turned on by exposing himself .
Bright eyed Aaron would watch his little league baseball hero -baby sitter-
beat his impressive meat until the white stuff squirted out. He would jump up
and down and clap in excitement of the main event. Not long afterward, Egan had
the more than eager Aaron doing the chore for him.
Egan liked to eat his own cum off his hand finding the sweet taste not
unappetizing. Convincing Aaron to do the same was easy, including licking the
goop off his chest and belly and virtually hairless groin, making cleanup a
snap. The afterschool ritual continued with each boy eagerly anticipating the
event.
For some reason Egan found it thrilling to strip completely naked, not even
did he keep his socks on. When he told Aaron to do the same, the youngster was
only too obliging. The older boy pumped the smallish uncut dick until his hand
would ache. He began using saliva as a lubricant when the boy complained of
evident friction burns.
Egan was not naive to sexual acts, he’d found his dad’s stash of porn videos
when he was eight and was enthralled with them. He knew when his parents were
making love and had his ear to the wall imagining his dad’s big dong slamming
into his mother. Yes, Egan saw his dad naked many times when they would shower
together, always curious about the adult’s genitalia. One time he reached out to
touch his dad’s big cock. The man didn’t seem to mind at first, however moments
later, Egan got severely reprimanded. Years later, he heard the drunken man tell
his poker buddies that his old lady didn’t suck cock. His loss. Thought Egan.
How foolish his dad was for not taking advantage of the young curious boy and
how he missed out on having his cock sucked regularly.
Aaron was performing oral sex on Egan after a few weeks. The illicit movies
Egan saw were very educational indeed. Anal sex followed, causing Aaron severe
pain as he tried to penetrate the seemingly impossible hole, enough to make the
boy cry. The one flick with two men and a woman where one man just seemed to
slide into the other man was somewhat deceiving. Egan wasn’t a dumb kid; the jar
of vaseline in the bathroom medicine cupboard could only improve the unexpected
setback.
Egan’s appetite for young boys only increased as he got older. So did
Aaron’s, if only following the lead of his older friend to please him. They got
lucky once when they picked up a 13 year old at the arcade and convinced him to
come and smoke some weed in 17 year old Egan’s van.
Egan kept some porno mags in the van, and the three were soon absorbed in
looking at them making silly juvenile comments about the scenes. When Egan took
down his jeans and told Aaron to come suck his cock, the 12 year old didn’t
hesitate. Offering Aaron’s services was easy. One thing led to another and a
three way soon evolved including Egan fucking the very resistant third party.
This exciting act gave him a taste for rape.
Other boys from the arcade soon followed. Egan and Aaron had their strategy
down to an exact science. However Egan began to crave younger boys than the 13
or fourteen year olds. He found himself yearning for 10 and eleven year old
boys, their non-willing participation only excited him more. He fantasized about
it, even going to far as to shave Aarons proud, newly grown pubis in order to
role play raping a young boy. A battered and bruised Aaron, 14, played the role
well for his nineteen year old idol.
The younger teen had developed his own technique using his tongue on all the
sensitive parts including dipping into Egan’s anus that drove him wild with
unsolicited pleasure.
For several weeks they sat naked in the van watching and commenting on boys
that past by so close that Egan, growing more confident and daring by the day,
could have grabbed them by the neck and hauled them inside the van so quickly
that no one would notice. He dreamed about it, going through different
contingency plans in his mind. That’s all he thought about while Aaron sucked
his cock and he came in blissful torrents.
He had potential victims narrowed down to three blonde, blue eyed Adonis’
who, in Egan’s mind, screamed to be fucked, saying, "Boys that wear their pants
halfway down their ass do so for a reason, whether they are aware of it or not.
Cock teasers, deserving to be raped!"
Aaron wasn’t so sure of his buddy’s perspective on the latest fashion trend,
but he agreed as always.
Egan and Aaron must have got careless. Perhaps it was the regular presence of
the grey van with no one getting in or out and the two shirtless boys. Egan was
startled when the rap came on his window. The elderly crossing guard peering in
the window couldn’t help but notice that the two boys were naked. Egan put the
van into gear and screeched away. They would have to be more careful, find
another school and park a safe distance away.
It meant starting the search all over. Just when Egan was ready to make his
move, the fucking old crossing guard ruined everything! Egan even considered
going back one day and running over the old fart standing in the middle of the
street. If one time Aaron was listened to, Egan’s anger subsided as he got his
raised ass spread wide and tongue reamed.
St. Jude’s elementary was their next target. Egan rather preferred cut cock,
anyway. The Jewish boys, although not blonde or blue eyed, they were hot dressed
in cute little uniforms that fed his new libido. Monday they would stake out the
school, however, from a safer distance made easy since the school was situated
in a cul-de-sac.
Aaron enjoyed it when Egan took him to the aquatic centre every Saturday. The
wave pool was his favourite. Egan’s favourite part was all the young cocks
covered up by saran-wrap-like Speedo bathing suits leaving very little to the
imagination. Cock teasers were the lads that wore those, Egan told Aaron. He saw
the older men almost drooling over the sights. "It takes one to know one."
claimed the teen.
He and Aaron had shoplifted their suits from Sears. Aaron looked so sexy in
his, Egan commented, his junk was prominently displayed for the old men to gawk
at. Even Egan got lots of attention from men and, god forbid, girls! Egan often
joked that anything that bleeds that much every month oughta be dead and he
wasn’t sticking his cock into anything that should be dead!
Egan always wanted Aaron to give him a hand job in the wave pool. The fast
flowing, swirling water shielded the goings on, except once. The pool was on
some kind of timer and suddenly the water was clear. A 16 year-old male
lifeguard happened to be standing poolside close and above enough to see Egan’s
bathing suit down to his thighs and Aaron standing behind him pumping away.
Most guys caught in such a predicament would cower in embarrassment, not
Egan. The lifeguard’s smirk and developing bulge in his baggy trunks said it
all. They had a three way in the van two hours later on Kyle’s lunch break. For
the second time, Aaron had a cock in his mouth and another up his ass; he loved
every minute of it.
Egan loved the showers. Naked in front of little boys he would get semi hard
if no adults were around. Seven and eight year-olds would stare, some, more than
others. Those were the ones he enjoyed peacocking for. Too young for sex play,
although a blowjob in a bathroom stall might have been coerced easily enough,
but Egan got off on being an exhibitionist, ego boosting nonetheless.
Disappointing was the 10 and eleven year-old boys who had been taught not to
stare at another male. However Egan couldn’t help but notice the fleeting
glances, especially when he got a full blown hardon. Pissing him off as well
were the boys who did the modest towel-wrap changes. "When the fuck did guys
become so shy among other guys?" he would say. "Like they have something other
guy’s don’t?"
"Maybe they don’t have what other guys have?" Aaron joked.
Aaron also showered naked on Egan’s insistence. It was no secret between them
that Aaron preferred older teens, -especially men. Naked men, who like Egan,
didn’t have a care about modesty either in the showers or the steam room after
their workout in the well equipped gym or a round of squash at the courts. Manly
men, not the old pervs sitting around the wave pool gawking at little girls and
boys. In the showers he found their grey matted pubic hair and prune dicks
barely visible under their big bellies literally disgusting, not to mention
their saggy balls.
Aaron always wondered what a man’s cock would taste like. Would a man’s cum
taste different than Egan’s salty sweetness, and be more voluminous? Egan often
talked about taking him to a park he knew about where men got together for sex.
He claimed that young Aaron would be a huge hit with his choice of dicks to
suck, -or fuck him, -or take him both ways!
One day Aaron lived up to his promise. When they drove into the parking lot a
familiar Audi was pulling into a stall. Egan watched his old man get out and
walk, avoiding the public pathway onto a beaten path instead. The teen was
flabbergasted to say the least. His own father enjoyed guys? He couldn’t fathom
his father on his knees, or bent over a fallen tree. It was all too much for
Egan to comprehend and once his father was out of sight, he raced out the
parking lot at warp speed.
People always talked about the two teen’s relationship. Why would a 19
year-old have a friend five years his junior, and for such a long time span.
Egan's mother often made comments on the fact, disapproving of the frequent
sleepovers. His dad always defended Egan, saying, "At least he isn’t running
with a bad crowd his age, Maggie!" Perhaps he knew their relationship was
sexual? It takes one to know one? It didn't matter anyway, the boys usually
snuck into each other’s bedrooms through a window.
Aaron’s mom once walked in to see the unexpected sleeping 15 year-old Egan’s
white ass exposed. She didn’t have to wonder if her son was naked as well, his
PJs were on the floor. When she confronted Aaron that very morning after Egan
had left, quick thinking Aaron was caught off guard, but replied, "Ma, -we’re
both boys, ya know? -Guys sleep naked, . . . DAH!" She never told her husband
about it, much to Aaron's relief. Egan had been a fixture in their home since
his of babysitting days; however, even they started questioning the unusual
friendship, especially the continued clandestine sleepovers that neither parent
condoned once Egan was in his early teens.
On one other uncomfortable occasion, Egan’s dad, probably hearing the
bedsprings complain, walked into his son's room to witness a very intimate
coupling with Aaron’s legs in the air being fucked hard by his son who was also
masturbating the younger boy. Egan told his father to fuck off to the gay park,
--yes, he knew dad’s secret, --or join them. Mother was out of town at the time
and dear old dad took a turn fucking Aaron, First, getting head from Aaron while
Egan had his way up his ass. Aaron’s first man and three-way turned out to be
his best friend’s father.
Mr. Miller’s cock wasn’t much longer than Egan’s, but much thicker, meatier.
They later moved to the larger marital bed and continued. Egan finally got to
touch his dad’s cock after all those years, however that was the extent of sex
play when Egan simply directed his old man’s cock into Aaron's well stretched
and lubed hole. He woke up to find his father blowing young Aaron, who was
grasping the bed sheets in total ecstasy. Egan, unable to resist, fucked the
boy. As well, he jerked off his dad in the heat of the excited three way
passion. Ironic that twelve years later, his father finally allowed his son’s
touch.
Aaron loved the man’s taste and especially his musky scent. Every time he
blew the man in the garage, if Mrs. Miller was home, he would nuzzle his nose
between his balls and thigh and savour the sweaty manly aroma that stuck in his
sinuses long afterward. His cum was more on the bitter side, not as sweet as
Egan’s, and his blowjobs were much more enjoyable than his best friend’s
wavering lack of enthusiasm lately. Aaron knew he was getting too old for Egan’s
taste. He was committed to finding a younger boy for Egan’s pleasure. Then Aaron
wouldn’t feel so guilty having sex with his friend’s father.
The two teens sat naked in the van pointing out certain young boys walking
home from school. Egan was exceptionally excited, his cock somehow appeared
bigger than usual and leaked a tremendous amount of precum that covered it and
caused a slimy coating from the tip to its base smeared by Egan’s hand.
Aaron became afraid. Although he’d known him forever, he didn’t know what his
older friend was capable of doing. The day before he’d set his sights on a hunky
12 year-old. Egan drove from a distance and followed the boy home. He became
angry, punching the steering wheel when the boy never broke off from the company
of his buddies who waved goodbye to the twelve year-old, with the long brunette
hair and his pants riding well below his waist exposing his Calvin Klein boxer
shorts.
"Fuckin’ cock teaser!" Egan spat more than once, getting angrier when the
friends dropped off but a few still accompanied the boy home. Aaron felt
compelled to agree, although he wasn’t feeling good about things. Egan was
obsessed. Day after day he followed the kid the whole week. Even on over the
weekend Aaron found themselves outside the kid’s house for hours and not
catching sight of him.
Sunday afternoon they went back. Aaron knew that his friend was in a weird
mood that day when they finally caught sight of the Adonis object of his desire
mowing his lawn wearing only sneakers and a pair of tissue thin, white gym
shorts, his junk bounced with every step as he pushed the mower back and
forth.
Even Aaron couldn't dispute the boy was delicious looking. Tanned, muscular
in a way, perhaps an avid swimmer. They were parked directly in front of the
boy's house, close enough to see his hairless armpits when he paused from his
chores and stretched. Egan even claimed that he could see a hint of skin from
the kid’s sweaty junk dampening the material of his white shorts. As hard as he
looked, Aaron never saw that, convinced that it was his friend’s overactive
imagination.
"Fuckin’ cock teaser doesn’t even wear underwear!" Egan exclaimed. "That SLUT
needs a cock down his throat and one up his ass; --I just know it, Ari!"
Aaron wasn't surprised, on the contrary, he well expected it when Egan pulled
the drawstring of his track-pants and shimmied them to just below his ass. The
younger teen didn’t have to be told to crawl over the centre console and
uncomfortably squat on the driver’s side floor with the steering wheel pressing
into his shoulders. He had done it many times recently while Egan scouted out
boys.
Afterwards, they went to the aquatic centre for a swim. Egan sported a boner
in the shower that attracted the attention of many young boys. Some pointed and
laughed as they moved on, a few lingered and stared in awe. Aaron had no idea
what Egan, kneeling on one knee, said to the 7 or eight year-old blond boy, the
next thing he saw was the pair going into the private handicapped shower stall,
Egan turned to look at Aaron and winked before pulling the curtain behind him.
Aaron grew very jealous not only of the boy in the private shower stall, but
the hunky 12 year-old that was the latest object of Egan’s eye. When Aaron
couldn’t hold back and confront his 19 year-old boyfriend, the young adult
confided that he merely sucked the kid off and got a lousy hand job in return.
Sensing his young buddy’s animosity, he took Aaron to the van and sucked him
off. All was well with Aaron after that, he felt wanted again and it put him in
a good mood anticipating the following weekend when Egan’s mom was going to
visit her sick mother once again.
The MDMA-drug, otherwise known as ecstasy, was introduced to Aaron and Egan
when they’d attended a rave-concert two months earlier. The blissful experience
found them both in Egan's van having sex with two 23 year-old guys who had
befriended and supplied them the ‘X’. It became very apparent that having the
much younger, cuter, 14 year old Aaron was their objective once they were all
naked. Egan didn’t seem to be concerned, he jerked off watching the two men have
fun with his little buddy who appeared to be enjoying himself getting it tandem
up the ass and in his mouth for the third time in the span of a few weeks.
The splendid, carefree and horny-high of the affordable drug became a main
staple after that. The three-way with Mr. Miller was hotter than ever. Egan
shared in sucking his father’s cock with Aaron while dad, lying on his back paid
equal attention to the two cocks at either side of his face. The stack fuck was
the best with the man’s cock in Aaron’s ass and Egan on top of his dad all in a
unified fuck. The whole weekend was a fuck fest with Aaron mostly at the centre
of attention. Mr. Miller funded most of the MDMA after that weekend.
After the amazing sex, each having had a wonderful orgasm, the three sat
naked with their backs against the headboard, Aaron between the father and son
playing with their junk hoping to entice another round of group sex play, or in
the very least, give each a blowjob as they intimately conversed. He thought it
was sad that the two had not managed a together many years ago, although the
thought of sex with his own father was appalling. Egan’s dad was super macho,
virile and handsome, whereas his own was scrawny and geeky, the typical
accountant stereotype.
Mr. Miller admitted that he had been bi-sexual all his life. At age 11, he
had a thing going on with his uncle James, 32, that not long afterwards it
included the man’s wife. He never regretted it, claiming his early sexual
education opened his eyes to the virtues of both sexes, his uncle teaching him
everything a boy needed to know about guy sex; his aunt, of course, how to
pleasure a woman.
At age 14, Mr. Miller’s aunt and uncle brought their eleven year-old twin
sons into bed for a sexual education at which time he broke-in both boys taking
their other virginity with his smaller cock, readying them for their dad’s much
larger family member. Over several sessions, the older cousin watched each of
his young cousins fuck their mother for the first time, learn how to suck cock,
and fuck each other. The ménage-et-cinq experience went on until he was sixteen
when his uncle got transferred across the country.
Mr. Miller told his wife all about his incestuous juvenile secrets, and
relayed how he tried in vain to talk her into taking the theoretical ‘birds and
bees’ discussion a few steps further when Egan was at the age of discovery.
"She watched me like a hawk around you after that!" he laughed aloud. "And
when I told her that for your thirteenth birthday I was going to take you
downtown and get you a whore, she threw a frying pan at me!"
Egan was appalled at the thought of ever having sex with his mother, --or a
whore for that matter. "That's disgusting, you fucking pervert!" he ranted in a
humorous manner, punching his father in the shoulder.
His dad chuckled. "I had a feeling a long time ago you were dicking young
Aaron. I was envious, quite frankly. --When your mother was concerned about the
age difference and the sleepovers, and clueless of the strange noises coming
from your room, I defended you, claiming that you boys were merely wrestling.
But I knew you were fucking the kid, those nights yer mom got a hell of a
fucking, herself!" Mr Miller boasted.
Both teens listened intently as Mr. Miller, an insurance appraiser for a
major firm who travelled the world, confided that in his travels he enjoyed many
nights in the company of boys as young as eight years-old, sometimes two or
three of varying ages at the same time. Girls were also available for a dearer
higher price from the underground brokers; however, boys of all ages came cheap
regardless of the customer’s age preference.
Third world countries were recently bowing to the pressure of first world
financial aid countries to clean up their notorious worldwide child-sex-vacation
trade where anything could be had for a very low price. Young girls were the
focus of attention from the do-gooders, however the lesser, "low profile" boy
trade remains almost invisible to this day, the countries tourist trade dollars
have suffered enough and a blind eye is turned to it by the local governments
who have better things to worry about as long as the do-gooders stay naive and
kept in the dark.
Egan was visibly shocked at his father’s revelation, his jaw hung down as the
man confided his faults. Or were they faults? His old-man hadn't done anything
that he, himself, had not been doing for many years. His dad also confided that
he remembered the day Egan groped him in the shower and what could have been the
beginning of a greater father - son relationship. However, he feared his wife
would somehow find out, and fought off his carnal urges. That is what caused him
to once again breach the subject to his open minded wife, who when confronted
months earlier, admitted to having the hots for their 14 year-old neighbour who
cut their lawn every week wearing nothing but a Speedo bathing-suit.
"Green Foot Freddy?" asked Egan in amazement.
"The one and only." confirmed Mr. Miller, then looking at Aaron, explained,
"Freddy never wore shoes gutting the grass, claiming he didn’t want to stain his
runners."
"Don’t tell me mom fucked Freddy!" Egan exclaimed, banging his head back with
a thud and rolling his eyes.
"Nope. --But I certainly did!" the man giggled, "I had a feeling the kid
could be had. One day when he was mowing the backyard lawn, I walked out of the
house nude with a towel draped over my shoulders, waved at Freddy, and got into
the patio sunken hot-tub that I took my time uncovering making sure he got a
good, long view. I saw him from the corner of my eye, . . . thought he would cut
off a foot if he didn’t concentrate on what he was doing."
A curious Egan piped up, "And then what happened?" after a silence as if Mr.
Miller wasn’t going to continue.
"There was no way the red-faced kid could hide a boner in that speedo as much
as he tried to awkwardly use the mower handle to push it up into his belly, it
was still very noticeable. Not only that, but the material had bunched up
leaving little doubt about his large balls under his five-or-so inch cock!" Mr.
Miller laughed
"It was much too warm a day for a hot-tub, after a short time, I sat on the
edge with my legs spread making it look like I was nonchalantly flipping through
a garden magazine. My cock was semi erect by then and I played with my balls
once in awhile.
"He said goodbye and went into the garage to put the mower away. Sure enough,
when I walked in behind him he was beating his meat. We played with each other
for a while, then I gently urged him to his knees and he blew me. After I came,
I blew him although he had already jizzed without touching himself, he was still
eagerly hard and came again.
"I told your mother that if she was serious about having Freddy, I could
arrange it. I never told her I had him, but I lied and said we had a talk and he
thought she was hot."
Even Aaron thought Mrs. Miller was a nice looking lady for her age. Petite
and slender and was a knockout in a bikini. He always thought of her as a Barbie
doll, not that he was interested in that way.
Mr. Miller looked off into space as if no one else was present, and
continued. "I thought Maggie was convinced to take the plunge. We talked about
every night when we made love, she was obviously sexually stimulated more than
usual, but when Saturday rolled around and Green-foot was cutting the grass,
well, --she got cold feet.
"I was furious with her, went out and followed him into the garage and fucked
him bent over the workbench. Freddy didn’t like that much, screamed his bloody
lungs out, but I wasn’t giving in to the little cock teaser in his revealing
white speedo who turned on my wife and me!"
"You raped him? Asked Egan with a smile on his face.
"You can’t rape the willing, son. They know that they want it, but won’t
admit it to themselves. If you really think about it, --Freddy used me! Never
saw him again after that wake-up call I gave him." he bragged.
Young Aaron was confused by the logic, but didn’t want to look like an idiot,
especially after Egan was more than agreeable and voiced, "Fucking little cock
teaser -green-foot- was trying to tease my fucking mom! He deserved to get what
was coming to him from you, dad!"
Egan suddenly had the need to reveal his own secrets, including his present
stalking of the 12 year-old cock-teaser that he and, -naming Aaron-, were
preparing to abduct and rape in the very near future. Aaron wanted to pipe up
and clarify his position on involvement in that plan, but shut his mouth.
Aaron was literally beside himself when Mr. Miller shrugged his shoulders and
told Egan to go for it! At first, he was so happy when Egan revealed everything
expecting the man would talk some sense into his son. Far from the opposite, he
straightened up and hugged his knees quite interested and asked Egan his plan.
Egan, looking embarrassed, revealed that he really didn’t have a master plan,
per se.
Aaron couldn’t believe his ears when Mr. Miller offered his advice. "Ya gotta
keep the kid under surveillance longer. Find out what he does and where he goes
every day of the week, for a few weeks until you establish a pattern. You’ll
soon find out where he’s alone and vulnerable to be snatched and tossed into
your van. It’ll take both of you to subdue him once he’s in the van. He’ll be
caught off guard at first, then adrenalin will kick in and he’ll fight tooth and
nail." Mr Miller went on, "Noise will be your biggest worry, he’ll scream and
yell, so before anything else, duct-tape his mouth, then tie him up. Then drive
somewhere far away and desolate, like your grandpa's cabin. He’s not using it
much anymore."
Surely Mr. Miller wasn’t seriously condoning the kidnapping and rape of a 12
year-old boy! Aaron felt his stomach churning and tasted the bile rise in his
throat. Aaron noticed Egan’s cock come alive. He tried to ignore his mentor’s
subtle motioning request to go down on him. Egan began to stare him down with a
scornful look and pointed his dick at Aaron for emphasis. The boy reluctantly
crawled between the muscular thighs and obediently did as he was told.
Mr. Miller continued. "Take all his clothes off, even if ya have to cut them
off because he’ll still be hog-tied. It’s an old military intelligence tactic
used when interrogating a prisoner; it will weaken his spirit, --make him feel
even more vulnerable than he already is. You can safely remove the mouth gag, no
one will hear his screams for help, anyway.
"Tell him what’s expected of him as your sex slave and that if he cooperates
you won’t hurt him. Even untie him when he settles down, but just in case, keep
a long rope tied around his neck to prevent him from darting out the door. That
way you won’t have to constantly monitor his movements. He can use the bathroom
or shower without an escort. Grandpa’s bathroom window is very small, so he
won’t slip out that way.
"There is a psychological term called the "Stockholm-Syndrome." A phenomenon
in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward
their captors. Sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are
generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the
victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act
of kindness. Be good to him sexually; make him feel that he has an active
role."
Egan couldn’t hold back his built up state of sexual euphoria hearing his
dad’s scheme unfold. His orgasm was quick and intense catching Aaron off guard.
Not since he was seven had he gagged and choked and literally puked up the bile
already gathered in his throat when Egan suddenly forced his head down. Aaron
managed to swallow the combined mixture of semen and puke, burning his throat on
the way down, however saving himself from the humiliation of actually spitting
up all over Egan.
If things couldn’t get worse at the moment, Mr. Miller was staring at Aaron
holding his own excited manhood in a suggestive manner. Aaron performed the
second expected deed while Egan took his turn to talk of the conspiracy. The
refresher MBDA pill offered was kicking in and he couldn’t care less about
anything except blowing Mr. Miller with every ounce of zeal he had.
"Aaron and I can’t wait to get into the kid’s pants, dad. You have to see
this kid, --he’s fucking gorgeous! AND, --a fucking cockteaser just like Freddy
was, judging by the stuff he wears, . . . right, Ari?"
Aaron, with his mouth full, looked up at Mr. Miller and nodded his head in
agreement. He began to think that perhaps the short shorts had been a tad too
revealing and maybe his pants did ride precariously low showing his designer
underwear that rode up the crack of his ass. Didn't they once see him grope
himself in a lewd gesture as if offering his cock to a friend? Sure, his pals
all laughed, but why would a kid do such a thing if he didn’t really mean it
deep down inside? Egan always said that guys who kidded around like that were
actually expressing their secret homo tendencies, much as the bullies who picked
on kids they assumed were queer.
He couldn’t care less at the moment. The man’s shaved balls were silky smooth
to the touch of his fingers and lips. Daring to venture lower into the man’s
thighs with his nose and extended tongue, he became fervent discovering what had
to be Egan’s cum oozing from the hairy hole, the funky smell down there far
surpassed the scent on his sweat laced inner thighs, the man grasped his legs to
his chest to allow the boy full access to lick and suck the juices from his
asshole. When Aaron was satisfied and lifted his head to finish his blowjob,
both Egan and Mr. Miller laughed at his "glazed donut" appearance. Aaron didn’t
care and delved back onto the man-cock, pumping and sucking until the man tensed
up and he could taste the bitter sour cream jettison into his hungry mouth as
his own jism soiled the bed sheets.
to be continued . . .
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chapter 2
Over the next several weeks, Egan and Aaron had the blond Jewish boy’s
itinerary down to the minute, even seeing his parents, and as Mr. Miller
speculated, one of the oddly blond Jew’s parents was not born into the Judaism
faith. It was the mother. A stout blonde woman with a heavy accent that again
Mr. Miller suggested was either German or Swedish. The Father was an average
looking man with the distinct long-hooked nose typical of the trait of his
ancestors.
"Thank god the half-breed kid got most of his mother’s genes!" Egan once
commented.
The family of three went to the synagogue every Friday night; the boy also
went to the Synagogue riding his bike the fair distance. Egan had found the
opening he was looking for; it would be a Sunday morning ‘pre-bar-mitzvah’
education-classes day undertaking.
That established, the next hurdle was how to intercept the kid on his bike.
During another weekend fuck-fest, Mr. Miller suggested flattening the kid’s
tires while he was preoccupied at Synagogue therefore, he would have to walk his
bike home and most probably jump at the generous offer of a ride home with his
bike safely stored in the van.
Aaron found it mind settling to stay stoned and horny servicing the father
and son, their voices drowned out to that of a dull hum while they pillow-talked
tactical incidentals and contingency plans for the big day. It was on one of
those weekend-nights sans Mrs. Miller when the man introduced Aaron to fisting.
He loved it. He could feel every thick hair of the burly man’s arm almost to
the elbow tickle his rectum. Egan complained that his old man was spoiling the
kid for a tight fucking. However, Mr. Miller assured his boy that the anus was
very pliable and would pucker-up to its usual consistency after a short
while.
Gross as it was when Mr. Miller up and carried him like a ventriloquist’s
puppet before extracting his arm and setting him on the toilet to let the boy’s
bowel drain as he washed himself off in the sink. Past experience with young
Asian boys taught him to be cautious of a soiled bed, he claimed. Egan voiced
that he was now dying to do that to the little Jewish slut. Mr. Miller warned
him to keep his fingernails short, and if he was squeamish, invest in an
extra-large Trojan condom and most certainly a bottle of lubricant.
"As a matter of fact," Mr. Miller generously offered, "I’ll buy the
duct-tape, cord and rope, condoms and lube. I’ll even give you a hundred-bucks
to buy plenty of MDMA to relax him and keep the two of you happy."
Egan was ecstatic; he had a part time job at the car wash during the day that
paid for his gas mostly. He was going to attend technical college next fall to
learn the auto-mechanics trade, financed by his parent’s wise contributions into
an educational fund. Egan loved tinkering with his van as well as his mom and
dad’s cars. Aaron knew that his idol would make a great grease-monkey one
day.
One Sunday morning they almost got caught when Mrs. Miller came home from her
mother’s place much earlier than usual. The water jet timer had expired and no
one bothered to reset it. Father, son, and young boy were all naked in the
hot-tub. Had she been a few minutes earlier, she would have seen her husband
giving it to Aaron straddled over the tub’s edge and her son behind his old man
in another very telling act of anal sex.
Mrs. Miller stood above them with her hands on her hips, her jaw agape at the
sight of the three sitting rather close to each other considering the eight-man
hot-tub had plenty of other places to sit. She saw the look of shock on all
three of their faces. Mostly, she read guilt.
"Maggie, --I, I, you’re home early!" Mr. Miller said for lack of anything
better to say.
"What the hell is going on here?" she asked harshly.
"Mom, we’re all guys here," Egan interjected, quoting Aarons words when his
mom caught them naked. "DAH! --No big deal; . . . you're the only one who
shouldn’t be here gawking."
Aaron noticed the bottle of lube floating in the water. As stoned as he was,
quick thinking overcame adversity and closest to the power button, the water
swirled and bubbled drowning the four-ounce plastic bottle.
Mr. Miller wasn’t out of hot water yet, no pun intended. With every bit of
callous inquisition, she asked, "Why are all the boy’s and your clothes
scattered about the bedroom, a pair of underwear hanging from the ceiling fan
and a sock draped over the dresser mirror, and another on the lampshade? –The sheets look disgusting, . . . like, . . .like a litter of piglets rolled around in them for a couple of days!"
There could not be any grasping at straws excuse. The three males were each
well aware of the shit and cum stains. The clothing was a fact as well, and
items hanging from strange places was a fun-spirited strip-tease act by Egan and
Aaron standing on the bed, randomly tossing their clothing around the room while
humming the famous stripper tune to humour Mr. Miller already naked and sitting
against the headboard laughing his head off.
Nope. Mrs Miller would not see the humour in that. Her worst fears of many
years were realized. Her husband and son were having sex, and what she sensed
all along, Egan had been molesting Aaron. How could she have been so stupid as
to not have put a stop to that many years ago. The answer was very clear. Her
husband knew all along that Egan was molesting the young boy making excuses to
defend Egan’s peculiar involvement with Aaron. He was probably sexually abusing
the boy as well.
It wouldn’t have made a difference if she learned that her husband had only
recently indulged in the sordid mess. Her mind was made up, his past spoke
volumes, once again she cursed herself for not making him seek counseling about
his traumatic youth. She turned and stormed back into the house.
Lying down trying to sort things out in her mind, strangely, it occurred to
her that she would never have grandchildren. Perhaps her husband had been right
all along; she should have bedded her son if only to keep his sexual options
open for the future. It worked for the great lover she had married; masculine
and sexually virile in every way. She was well aware that he had no hang-ups
about going either way.
She thought about her own emotional turmoil lusting after green-foot Freddy.
He was gorgeous, a body to die for; and yes, she had to admit, other
attributions smothered in thin nylon that left little to imagination about his
manly endowment. All of him right at her fingertips if she hadn’t
of vetoed the plan to seduce him at the last minute. She began
to relate to her husband’s attraction to young boys; unfathomable was his own
son, but Aaron WAS adorable. However, like her very handsome Egan, Aaron was a
fixture around the house, like a second son, she had no sexual desire for either
boy.
Maggie had some soul searching to do about her life partner’s sexual
deviations, however she couldn’t think about that, she only came home early to
pack more clothing as her mother’s cancer condition worsened and she had to be
hospitalized. Maggie wanted to spend the final days at her mother’s side.
When Mr. Miller built the courage to confront his wife to face the music, the
nature of his nudity probably didn’t add to his cause. Scared by the sight of
his old lady packing a suitcase, he was relieved to learn why. Maggie was
surprisingly cordial telling him of the frozen meals she had prepared weeks
earlier. She even kissed him goodbye with a cold peck on his cheek. He was left
confused and in fear about their future together.
When Mrs. Miller went outside to say goodbye to her son, her timing couldn’t
have been worse, the boys were just getting out of the hot-tub. Both stood
startled and embarrassed covering their genitals with their hands, but not
before she got a clear mental picture of their male beauty. Her nineteen
year-old baby had indeed become a perfect specimen of a man; and Aaron, the
object of her son and husband’s desire, in her eyes still remained the sad
little boy he’d always had been.
Maggie felt a need to put the boys at ease and used the old motherly adage,
"Don’t worry, boys I used to change both your diapers."
When she went to Egan and hugged him explaining about grandma, she could feel
her son’s manhood against her midriff below her halter-top when he briefly
relented from protecting his modesty and hugged her in return.
Egan had the need to say something, anything to protect his dad. "It’s not
what yer thinking, ma."
Maggie smiled and put her finger to his lips and lovingly replied, "Shush,
you’ve never lied to me before that I know of, . . . don’t start now." She gave
Aaron a kiss on his head and quickly left before she broke down in tears.
"I can’t believe yer ma saw me naked!" Aaron groaned.
"Don’t worry about it. She used to change yer diapers, remember? --nothing
much has changed since!" Egan teased, getting a shot in the shoulder for the
insult.
Mr. Miller came out dressed in tennis whites suggesting the boys join him for
a round at the aquatic centre courts. Aaron ran home to get his gear, reminded
half way out of the fence to get dressed first. All had a good belly-laugh at
the kid’s oversight.
As if fate had its own agenda, ‘bar mitzvah boy after all in training’ was
playing a round of tennis with another boy on the next court. Egan was beside
himself with excitement, pointing out to his father the exact subject of their
many discrete plotting conversations. Mr. Miller agreed, the half-Jewish kid was
exceptionally attractive, and he could easily understand why the two boys were
attracted to him.
The pervert gods were on their side when his partner tripped and obviously
had twisted his ankle. Mr. Miller, a qualified first-aid attendant, ran over to
the boy in distress, pulled off his shoe and sock and began examining his foot
ordering Egan to go find the facility nurse. He knew that it wasn’t broken, a
bad sprain, some ice would take down the swelling and he would have to stay off
it for a few days.
Once the nurse took over and hauled the boy off in a wheelchair, Mr. Miller
invited the Adonis to play doubles. His name was Mark, they learned. Partnered
with Egan, Mr. Miller and Aaron as the opponents. No score was kept, it was
simply a practice session, Mr. Miller kept it fun for a reason. Let the boys
bond a little, perhaps rope and duct-tape wouldn’t be necessary after all.
He invited Mark to join them and relax in the steam room in the hopes of
getting him out of his clothes, a towel wrapped around his waist in the very
least, the common attire for modest men who somehow lost their basic primal
instinct of being comfortably naked around their peers while bathing or
frolicking in the communal bath house spas or participating in the Olympics!
Hell, he even remembered going to the YMCA in his younger days where all the men
and boys swam nude. It was exactly that, a young men’s Christian association, no
females, a gay, bisexual, and boy lovers paradise.
Mark thanked them for the rounds of tennis, but his mother was picking him up
at 3pm and he had best be on his way. However he agreed to meet them next
Saturday, same time. Perfect, thought Egan, next Saturday was D-day, -DO or DIE
day! He was so excited that when the three stripped off their clothes in the
locker room, he had problems controlling his erection that he would get Aaron to
take care of by means of a hand job once they were seated in the steam room.
Neither teen had really been interested in the visiting the steam room before
. It was like walking into a cloud. One could sense the presence of other guys
in the 20x30 foot floor to ceiling ceramic tile room with red overhead lighting,
and sometimes catch a ghostly image of someone sitting or standing
nearby. Fuck the handjob, thought Egan, the place was designed for
blowjobs! He could swear that he heard faint slurping noises and wet skin
against skin slapping sounds.
Aaron quickly figured out why his friend held the nape of his neck and was
urging him down. He had seen and teased Egan about his boner at the lockers he
had to keep his towel in front of him to walk the short distance to the steam
room in the surprisingly heavy populated change room. Aaron feasted his eyes on
all the naked men about. He made a mental note to return on late Sunday
afternoons.
To Egan’s ear, Aaron only added soprano to the chorus of babies sucking and
other soothing sounds. To his right, he could vaguely see his father’s left hand
resting on his thigh, and his other left hand pumping his cock. Dear old dad was
getting a hand job from somebody, and when Egan could only barely see the man's
back, he knew his dad was going down on a new friend. What a well kept secret
the discreetly silent steam room was after all his years patronizing the aquatic
centre. Maybe it was the sign that read: "Nobody under the age of 16
permitted without an adult." The place was off limits for many of his
early years, and he could see why! At least in his perverted mind.
On the drive home, Mr. Miller caved in to Egan’s pressure and admitted that
he sucked off what he presumed was an eighteen year-old. He also confided that
he often went there after work or weekends, and usually got lucky. "It isn’t the
wrapper that counts, it’s the candy inside." he said. "If a guy wasn't too
fussy, ya take the good with the not so good and you’ll never go without
sex."
That night, Aaron had gone home because it was a school night. Egan usually
drove him to school; a blow was much better that jerking himself off in the
morning. He slept with his dad alone for the very first time. He also took it up
the ass for the first time vowing to be kinder and less aggressive on entry with
Aaron or anyone he ever fucked again. He only then imagined the pain he caused
seven year-old Aaron back then. Lying on his stomach with his dad on top, the
man fucked him hard and he squealed like a pig, glad that Aaron wasn’t there to
witness it, which he thought would lower his status with the boy. Egan didn’t
get fucked, --HE did the fucking!
It was the role playing that he and his dad did. Egan was Mark, and his dad
was Egan. Hog-tied and stripped, Egan was forced to suck his dad’s cock, It was
a huge turn on for him to play the submissive role, and getting fucked for the
first time completed the theatrics as painful as it was. Egan concluded that
where there was pain, erotic pleasure could also be derived from it. He finally
understood Ari’s enjoyment getting fisted that night.
The night began with Egan and his dad discussing Mark’s abduction, and how
much easier is was going to be if the boy trusted him. They went into great
detail from beginning to end, rehashing the ‘what ifs’ including possible
conversations that may arise and the physical force necessary if need be.
"You WERE planning on doing him ‘in’ after you had yer fun with him, Right?"
Mr Miller asked cold as ice. "Of course then tie some weights and toss him in
the middle of the lake, --no one would ever find the body.
Egan hadn’t thought about that yet… or --he didn’t want to cross that bridge
in his mind quite yet. He remained silent looking at his lap.
"Well ya better start thinking about that. Otherwise he’ll identify you and
rat you out in a heartbeat once you let him go. --Ten to twenty my dear boy!" He
said bluntly.
His dad then did a 360 and suggested that Egan delay the following weekend’s
abduction plans. "Why don’t you use Aaron to befriend him, they’re close enough
in age. Then you get to know him as Aaron's much older best buddy, . . . 17,
with wheels! You can easily pass for sixteen even.
"School is almost out for the summer, you can then invite him on a fishing
trip to grandpa’s cabin and mess with him there. Even if ya have to rape him, so
be it if you can’t seduce him into it, at least that way nobody will be missing
him back home, . . . and no amber alerts! Most boys never tell anyone they’ve
been molested, you’ll have a whole week to convince him that he likes it, -or-
he goes home never talking to you again. The risks are a lot less if you go with
that plan and quit thinking with the wrong head."
"I guess you’re right. I hadn’t thought things out completely." Egan meekly
agreed, perhaps he was in fact thinking with the wrong head, however the
excitement of it all was still too overwhelming to dismiss completely, he would
have to think about it.
Earlier that night, Egan had received a phone call. It was Jason from the
rave inviting him and his boyfriend to a party at his place next Friday. .Egan
had forgotten that he gave him his phone number when he was asked for it. Jason
never even wrote it down giving Egan the impression that he would never hear
from the 23 year old and his friend Chad again. He liked both guys a lot, they
were cool. He wasn’t sure if he liked Jason referring to Ari as his boyfriend,
he had never thought about that, but loved the ring to it, making him feel
older, more mature. He copied down Jason’s apartment address and phone number
and assured him they would be there.
When he told Aaron about the invite, the younger teen was all for going to
the party. Both boys liked the idea of having some older friends to socialize
with. Egan never had friends, really, Jason and Chad were the type of guys Egan
could relate too, not gay, but open minded like himself. A party at their place
could lead to a great friendship, maybe even a chance to infiltrate their circle
of older chums and finally have people to hang out with and have a few beers on
weekends and shit. Yes, the idea was very appealing the more he thought about
it.
Egan and Aaron looked forward to their big night at a real party with older
people. They didn’t have a need to follow Mark around any longer, Egan and Aaron
knew the boy’s schedule better that his own parents, and besides, they had a
tennis date on Saturday to get to know him better. Egan conceded that he would
postpone D-day for a while to see how things went, telling Ari his possible new
plan and his role in it.
"You become his pal, his best buddy, older than him. He’ll suck that up. I’ll
give you money to treat him to shit, --like burgers and shakes and stuff, and
play games at the arcade. And . . ." Egan went on with a list of ideas for the
introverted, shy boy. "Then we don’t have to worry how we’re going to get him
into the van to take him up to the cabin. We’ll still have to tie him up, maybe
use handcuffs instead because he’ll freak when he finds out we ain’t taking him
home." Egan never told Aaron about his father’s long drawn out, time consuming
suggestion, only a mini-version to avoid the initial abduction. Egan even came
up with new ideas, like getting Aaron to strip the boy naked on route to the
cabin, the military intelligence way of making prisoners submissive, maybe Aaron
could even give Mark a blowjob to loosen the kid up. If he was thinking about
his dad’s safer alternative plan, he didn’t show it.
Friday night Egan parked his van in front of the address Aaron had written
down. They had shoplifted some cool Hilfiger duds during the week and looked
pretty preppy. They didn’t really shoplift the goods as they first intended to
do, the boutique was empty except for the very obvious faggot clerk. Egan had
come up with a more devious plan that he explained to Aaron as they took off
their underwear and in the mall washroom.
They smiled at the early 30s something geeky clerk and explained that it was
his friend, Aaron’s, 14th birthday and his mom had given him money to to buy
some new clothes and that Egan had saved his allowance to buy something
fashionable for school. The man was more than helpful following the boys around
the store holding up shirts to their torsos and claiming they would look
marvellous in them. He even bent the rules and let the boys take off their
t-shirts and try them on. Bare-chested they wandered around the small store
checking out the underwear section, where Egan commented to Aaron that he never
wore those anyway, so why waste his money.
When they came to the jeans section, both boys could have won an academy
award for their performance of gay boy’s excitement holding up the trousers
undecided which pair was cooler than the other. When Egan asked if they could
try them on, the stuttering clerk was more than willing to not only escort them
to the change room, but come inside for a proper fitting when Egan told him that
Aaron’s mom, who they had to fight off from coming to the store, insisted that
they have the tailor measure him thoroughly for a proper fit, both boys rolling
their eyes for emphasis.
"Um, yes, yes --of course she would." He looked around to make sure no other
customers had entered the store and led them to the change room, pulled the
curtain behind him and watched the two shirtless boys kick off their shoes,
barefoot, and then strip off their jeans absolutely carefree that they were
totally naked. in front of him.
They had several pairs and styles to try on, stripping naked time after time
and modelling themselves in the full mirror asking what Jody thought,
do the man’s name tag read. Jody obviously thought both boys
were gorgeous in the raw, but never commented on that aspect, the bulge in his
501’s said it all, he merely got down on his knees and stared at their crotches
while checking length and waist measurements, sweating profusely. He stayed on
his knees as the boys tried on other pairs.
When Egan bluntly stood in front of the man with his jeans half way up, he
pushed his crotch into the man’s face and told him to blow him. Jody didn’t
waste a second gobbling up the flaccid meat, Egan giving naked Aaron the eye to
move closer.
Jody thought that he died and went to paedophile heaven. Two hunky boy cocks
offered on a silver platter growing bigger by the second as he went from one to
the other with warp speed slobbering like a St-Bernard. He had already cum in
his Calvin Klein boxers briefs when he first saw the boys naked and only
fantasizing, but his erection never subsided.
Egan wanted to speed things up and jerked off and spewed in Jordy’s mouth at
the right second when the ape-shit cock sucker had another go on his cock. Aaron
followed his friend’s lead and did the same taking longer than Egan, but
eventually surrendered his nut to Jody’s wanton mouth. When Egan told him that
Aaron would blow him, much to Aaron’s shock, his pants were down and his slimy
hard five-inch cock was at the ready for the event of his lifetime. Moments
later, Jody looked like he was having an epileptic seizure cumming in Aaron’s
mouth.
When they all got dressed and left the change room, Egan picked out a few
pairs of expensive underwear, two shirts and two pairs of jeans for each he and
Aaron, placing them in his backpack he told Jody, standing at the cash register,
"Me and my buddy don’t come cheap!" and walked out the store
this Aaron in tow without paying for anything. They had a great
laugh about it all driving home.
Looking like two vogue magazine models, they walked into the dilapidated two
story walk-up that smelt like yesterdays dinner and to the
sound of babies crying until they reached the top floor they heard music blaring
and the distinct odour of pot. Not having to bother double checking the
apartment number, they banged several times on the door until Chad answered
stark naked. That should have been their cue to split when it was apparent that
it was no ordinary party. At least thirty guys, aged 13 to sixty, the younger
ones were nude or very close to it. Wearing thongs or g-strings dancing in the
dimly lit room with a strobe light giving off an eerie slo-mo atmosphere, and
shockingly, many were having sex.
Jason was soon on the scene wearing a thong and welcomed the two guests with
a warm hug and kiss to the lips complete with a slip of the tongue. Egan was
dead wrong on his speculation that Jason and Chad were like-minded guys willing
to have a little fun with their own gender. He didn’t like being kissed like
that but reluctantly allowed Jason’s tongue to explore his almost closed mouth.
Although apprehensive, Aaron was more open to the intimate welcome and rolled
his tongue over Jason’s when he figured it out.
So much for their fashion statement impression, Aaron and Egan were stripped
down to their Calvin Klein boxers and their duds tossed into a small
mountain of other guys things and led into the throng of partiers and introduced
during a brief pause in the music. Guys waved, other gawked making absence
gestures and comments. Even the guys sucking cock or fucking in orgies took a
timeout to acknowledge the new arrivals with a smile.
Egan’s misgivings about the sex party were somewhat eased when he saw the
four boys no older than thirteen by a day, dressed only in crisp white briefs
accentuated under the strobe lighting kneeling around the coffee table with
straws up their noses snorting what was obviously cocaine scattered the length
of the table, which Egan and Aaron were immediately offered to partake in. Men
hung over the boys’ shoulders, their hands groping the youngsters as they were
showing them how to get high.
Egan noticed there was also a bowl full of ecstasy tablets laid out for the
taking. When Aaron snorted up both nostrils and then went for the bowl, Jason
was quick to intervene warning him not to mix the two drugs so quickly, there
would be plenty of time for that. He then took Aaron by the hand and led him
into the dance crowd. Egan later caught a glimpse of his young friend lifted off
his feet and sucking face with some much older man around thirty.
Chad made a special introduction of one of the young boy to Egan. Kyle had
auburn hair to his shoulders and the most beautiful blue eyes -which would have
been even prettier if he wasn’t so stoned and squinting. He learned that Kyle
would be turning 14 the next day. Big deal, thought Egan, so is my
cat.
The more his eyes had adjusted, the more younger teens and older men he
noticed. Egan could partially see into a red-lit, marijuana hazed bedroom where
still many more silhouettes of people were on the floor or standing engaged in
what was obviously sex. A big screen plasma TV was playing bisexual porn. Young
boys and girls of all ages with adult men and women doing everything imaginable
to each other around an indoor swimming pool in what appeared to be a mansion
setting. He wondered if there were any girls in the bedroom, he could fuck a
pre-teen-girl and finally lose his one remaining virginity in
that way. He even found himself excited at the thought. Perhaps he and Ari could
find a female kid next and lose their virginity together after they’ve had Mark.
In introspect, that would set his conscience at ease that he wasn’t gay,
something that had been eating at him for a while.
to be continued . . .
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chapter 3
Kyle was cute, but not as cute as Mark. The naked Chad knelt behind Kyle
licking the boy’s ears and kissing his neck sporting a moderate size cut
erection that Egan had already seen once before, gliding up and down the kid’s
back leaving a trail of shiny slime.
Egan wasn’t foolish enough to think that sex wouldn't be on the agenda for
that night, however he envisioned a bunch of guys sucking back beers talking
sports and pussy, and afterward, Jason and Chad having sex with Ari while he
watched. Never in his wildest imagination did he think they were going to attend
a paedophile picnic! He hoped once again that there were girls in the bedroom to
keep things on an even keel; -bisexual, and not a gay soiree, even if most of
the guys had homo sex, that would be okay.
Aaron was having the time of his life. He was fed some ecstasy despite
Jason’s warning. So many men paying him attention while he danced and was kissed
by many. His chin and cheeks were a little sore from whisker-burn, even his
balls ached from being groped so many times; some of the men not being very
gentle. Several times he had three men kissing his ears and mouth, their hard
cocks pressed against his belly and sides, some naked, others skimpily clad. His
underwear was removed at some point, fingers went into his ass
When Egan caught another glance of Ari, he was on his knees pulling train to
any cock placed near his face. He didn’t see the gang bang when Aaron had been
bent over the dining room table, as he was preoccupied taking up Chad’s offer of
a private three-way in a bedroom off limits to other guests after he said that
Kyle was fresh meat, new to their scene, brought along by an older cousin with
an insatiable appetite for coke who supplied many of the boys all wanting to
feed their drug habit and willing to do anything to achieve that.
Each man invited, his age preference assured, was required to bring at least
$100 worth of cocaine or ecstasy or pot, which the boys were permitted to take
the leftovers home the next day or two, depending on how long the sex party went
on for. Egan was disappointed when he asked, there were no girls, "Much too
dangerous, --boys of all ages were much easier to acquire than girls, and they
kept their mouths shut." Chad relayed, "Besides, what can a girl provide that a
boy can’t? And they don’t get knocked-up?"
Egan thought that made sense. He never considered a girl getting knocked-up,
however, the age he was going to go for, it was doubtful if they could get
pregnant. And even if they did, who gave a fuck! He thought about the middle of
the lake, like his dad suggested, and quickly put the thought out of his mind
and set his sights on the task at hand.
Chad was not gentle when he tore off Kyle’s tighty-whities in one quick
swipe, he could hear a tearing sound as they got hung up at his lower thighs. He
held them up to Egan and laughed saying they had dozens of pairs, the required
dress code of all boys, and tossed them over his shoulder and went down on the
flaccid, three inch, uncut cock and not too unimpressive balls that hung
remarkably low and full that Chad was manhandling roughly causing the boy to
wince. It took one to know one, Egan was beginning to like Chad even more.
Egan took off his own underwear and straddled the boy’s chest , lifting his
head to force his cock into Kyle’s mouth. Unfortunately, the kid knew what was
going to be expected of him that night and took the meat without complaint. Egan
would have preferred the opposite, like he looked forward to fucking Mark’s
mouth for the first time. Kyle allowed Egan to fuck his face, enjoying shoving
it too far once in awhile and hearing the kid gag, spittle forming at the sides
of his mouth.
He looked back to see Carl lubing up, raise the kid’s legs and plunge. Egan
had the foresight to remove his cock before it was bitten off and let the kid
scream bloody hell. He watched Kyle’s nice five-inch woody shrivel like a prune
in a matter of seconds. He knew from experience over the week of his dad fucking
him in role plays that suddenly a numbness cancelled the pain. That’s when he
would finish getting his blowjob and give Kyle his first taste of man-cum, if he
hadn’t already scored with some dope, but he doubted that, the kid was a newbie,
rest assured.
Aaron had taken his fifth cock up his sore bum and preparing for the next
when he felt his rectum expel the gathered warm fluid as it poured over his
balls. He wished that he was ambidextrous and could lick it up. Many men had
come in his mouth and he still craved more. He looked around to see if Egan was
watching, but couldn’t find him in the increasingly busy room. He could see the
hallway illuminate every time the front door was opened and the form of someone
coming in or leaving. His knew his ass was going to be very red and tender by
morning. Jason came by every once in awhile and checked on him, fed him another
inspirational tablet and was gone again.
Egan and Chad switched places without either one indicting to the other a
change of venue. It was like they’d read each other’s minds. Egan didn’t bother
with lubricant, his much larger cock would be a whole new experience re-lived by
the boy cleaning off Chad’s dick while blowing him. Chad would be the one to
christen the boy orally while Egan did the same anally, a minor deviation but
with the same end result, nonetheless. If that wasn’t enough, when Chad grew
soft in Kyle’s mouth, he let go a stream of piss, -most of which spilled out the
near drowning boy’s mouth onto the bed.
Just then, Jason barged into the room without even knocking with the bowl of
goodies, looked at his friend and laughed, "Hey, it’s your bed, --you have to
sleep in it, pal!" and left after dropping a few onto the nightstand.
Egan had a good feeling that he and Chad were going to get on famously. As
they lay looking at the ceiling with Kyle between them, he dared tell the young
man about his plans for Mark in great detail. Chad’s interest piqued enough to
stir his cock back to life and made Kyle nestle between his thighs and suck him
off again. Egan went as far as to bashfully tell him about his wish to lose his
virginity by finding a young girl to fuck in much the same manner.
Carl looked at Egan and said, "I can get you a thirteen year-old, no
problem."
Egan built up all his courage and confided shyly, "I mean a really young
girl, . . . ya know, . . .ten or so?"
Stoned Kyle must have missed the gender clause when he lifted his head from
Chad’s cock, said, "I have a nine year old brother I can bring over next time, .
. . he’s almost ten!" Out of the mouths of stoners, thought Chad, willing to
whore out anyone they can to assure a stoned weekend.
Chad laughed, and countered,, "Sure dude, sounds hot! I'd love to see you
suck off your little brother while I fuck him, man!"
Kyle thought about it a moment, shrugged his shoulders, and sheepishly
replied, "Okay, --maybe next weekend?"
"Fucking ‘A’ dude! Ya gotta deal."
Chad sealed the generous offer with a macho fist-to-fist tap, and Kyle went
back down to business blowing him. Egan was rock hard at the prospect of being
invited and participating in that, and used the unscrupulous cokehead’s bum
again with a little more vigour and force trying to impress Chad.
Aaron vaguely recalled being moved from the table to the unfurnished,
gym-matt spread, red-room and laid over what appeared to be a long, huge roll of
carpet with several other young teens upon it being used at both ends by young
and old alike. Another teen about 15, hung in a sling, while others knelt or lay
in 69 or getting fucked. Many simply sat against the walls smoking pot or
cigarettes contentedly watching the action. Despite the heavy tobacco smoke, the
stifling hot room smelled of body odour and shit.
Aaron had had enough. He wanted to go home. His stoned state no longer gave
him courage. His whole body felt limp. It was all he could do to keep his mouth
secured over cock after cock and let them fuck his face. Aaron didn’t even know
if he had one up his ass anymore except for the rocking motion that indicated he
was getting fucked again. He knew that he pissed as well as lost a bowel. He was
cleaned up with a wet towel by someone, only to endure the rocking all over
again. He wanted his lifetime hero to rescue him; like a Knight in shining
armour, scoop him up and take him away on his white horse.
His ‘Knight’ was preoccupied in the next room sucking up to Chad trying to
weasel his way into an invite to fuck Kyle’s little brother. Suddenly it dawned
on him why he needed Chad’s consent, anyway? Befriend Kyle! Which meant be nicer
to him. He gave the boy his full attention, rarely applied, blowjob until the
kid was pulling at the bed sheet with his fingers and blowing his load that
Egan, rarely again, gagged, but swallowed, and like Ari always did, sucked until
the last drop was coaxed until the cock went dead. Chad had fallen asleep by
then and Egan used the opportunity to his advantage.
"We should get together, Kyle. --You’re a pretty cool guy, I like you. I have
tons of Ex at home, my dad buys it for me and my friends, . . . we could party
together at my place instead of this fucking dump. I mean the homo shit is okay
when a guy is between girlfriends, nothing wrong with that, right?" Egan
chuckled, initiating the manly comradery tapping of fists.
"I think yer pretty cool too." he smiled. "I like girls best, too!"
"Ya ever had one, --I mean a girl?"
"Nope, still a virgin." he sadly replied.
"Well, --maybe we could fix that real soon. Find one and fuck her together.
--Like around 10 or twelve? . . . My favourite ages, I guess. --Would ya do
something that young?"
Kyle didn’t hesitate for a second. "Fuckin ya! I would fuck that! I’d fuck
anything with a cunt right now! --"Ya, ya mean you’ve had little girls?"
"Dude, they might not have tits yet, but their pussy’s are FUCKING tight!
You'll see when I get you one." Egan went for the kill then, "I kinda like guys
that way, too, ya know? --I like them young. Like yer little brother, dude! --I
never had a guy that young yet!" Egan laughed facetiously, "Maybe we could get
good and stoned one day and do him together, . . . until I can get us a girl, ya
know? Maybe even watch HIM fuck her, too!"
Hook, line and sinker, Kyle fell into Egan’s web of deceit as he expected the
boy would. After all, he was willing to blow his brother while Chad fucked the
kid all for the cause of getting high, perhaps forgetting that he had already
made the same deal with Chad, or more likely, doubling his good fortune.
There was no doubt in Egan’s mind that Kyle’s cousin had brought him to the
party for the same reasons, trading anyone’s ass for drugs, the paedophile ring
proprietors, Jason and Chad, depended on it. He was convinced that’s what it was
in fact a paedophile ring. Men of all ages were probably paying substantial
dollars for the luxury of fucking young teenage boys, Jason and Chad supplied
the stimulant drugs, the rest paid cash! It all made so much fucking sense.
Egan had unwittingly donated Aaron’s ass to the cause and then the carrot was
dangled and Egan was lured away to a private bedroom for good reason, so his
friend could be used. He laughed at the big charade, already hard from the hot
talk about fucking little girls and Kyle’s little brother, he urged Kyle back
between his legs after finalizing a Sunday, 1pm rendezvous with the kid and his
brother.
Aaron had passed out on a few occasions, waking up from his stupors by his
head being lifted by the hair and a cock at his lips. The bitter taste of cum
very potent, along with the acidic taste of last pill inserted and dissolving
under his tongue. The rocking behind him never ceased its rhythm back and forth,
. . . or wa it that other boys spread eagle over the roll of carpet causing the
seasick motion?
Egan knew that he would take a long while to cum again, however, he was in no
rush. Kyle was actually getting better at it, using his hand at the base gently
stroking for added stimulation and pleasure. He had noticed the joint on the
night table earlier, lit it and lay back wrapping his legs around Kyle’s back
and enjoyed both as sensations took their blissful course.
Egan caught himself looking at sleeping Chad’s nakedness, admiring the young
man’s body lying prone with one knee bent upward and to the right. His moderate
sized cock slumped over his left thigh while his smallish sack of acorn plump,
hairless balls lay hung beneath. Oddly, he thought that if Michelangelo had
painted his David in the same position, the two would be remarkably alike. Even
his bush was perfect, perhaps manicured. Egan justified his gaze, and they were
numerous, as not a sexual attraction, god forbid, but more of an artistic
appreciation. Yes, that was it, artistic. He was no queer. No fucking way!
However, he thought it would be fun, just for the hell of it, to have Kyle
fondle the goods and hopefully watch Chad come alive, even if it meant losing
one hand of Kyle’s unsolicited, added bonus, flirtation of his balls. The boy
was a natural man-pleaser, not unlike Ari.
To Egan’s astonishment, Chad’s purplish head peeked through its pink
encasement and the bunched, wrinkled skin of his shaft soon stretched to form a
sleek bullet shape as his testicles receded closer to his groin. Egan was in awe
watching nature’s progress, having to remind himself that he wasn’t gay, simply
amused. After all, who wouldn’t be? Chad eventually rolled over onto his right
side, but it was cool while it lasted. Egan came.
Aaron came to life once again. It was the warm water over his bent over body
and someone behind holding him up by his hips. He was in a shower, his rectum
unmistakably stretched and full. The profile of a face pressed against his was
Jason’s. Aaron tried to plead for mercy, but no words came out. He was thankful
for the cascading water over his body and that was all that mattered, if only he
be permitted to lie down in the tub and rest, then men could use him all over
again if they wanted. He was the one who wanted it at first and blamed himself.
It was daybreak when like a rag doll, Egan carried and loaded Aaron into the
van not bothering to find his friend’s clothes. Getting the kid through the
bedroom window wasn’t easy, nonetheless, he managed to place Aaron in his own
bed and made a hasty retreat. He had a date with Kyle who he had dropped off
first and would return to gather him and his younger brother. Egan had decided
that there was no time like the present and convinced Kyle to push their
schedule ahead with the promise of more drugs.
Kyle had not disappointed. Egan became excited when he saw the two figures
standing on the sidewalk, nor was he disappointed with 10 year-old Nicky. Blond,
shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, a pug nose and one of those wide mouths with
full lips that Egan thought was designed for sucking cock!
Introductions were made and Egan drove as quickly as legally possible to a
secluded lakeside spot that he and Aaron discovered one day on their bicycles
and often swam naked in the warm water. However, he had no plans of
skinny-dipping that particular morning; naked, yes, but in the back of his
van.
Egan was nervous and hard as rock when he moved to the cargo area and sat
between Nicky and Kyle on the foam mattress making small talk as he rolled a
joint. Nicky was wearing a t-shirt and loose shorts that exposed his upper thigh
and a hint of underpants beneath his bent legs that he hugged probably wondering
why he was there.
When his older brother told him to toke the joint he gagged and coughed but
as it was passed around a few more times he was taking it without much
difficulty. Nicky became more relaxed and chatty. An ecstasy tablet soon
followed washed down by warm beer that Egan had stashed away and almost
forgotten about.
The heat in the van was intense with the morning sun beating down on it. Egan
peeled off his shirt encouraging the brothers to do the same. Taking off his
shoes and socks, it was as if Nicky wanted to be in groove of the older boys and
followed Egan and his brothers lead.
Egan couldn’t resist putting his hand up the boy’s shorts. Nicky froze in
shock as he felt his balls being touched through his underwear. Egan only had to
make eye gesture for Kyle to insert a hand and feel up his brother as well. Egan
slid his fingers under the briefs and toyed with the soft, uncut cocktail wiener
size dick.
"Take his shorts off!" he ordered Kyle. The older brother hesitated but
complied.
Nicky began to freak and squirm grasping to keep his shorts on. Kyle told him
to quit fighting and relax, which much to Egan’s surprise, the kid gave up and
allowed his brother to strip him naked. Meanwhile, Egan lifted his ass and
swiped off his jeans spreading his legs wide to allow the boy a full view of his
erection and low hanging balls. He was surprised to see that Kyle was also
boned-up when he stripped off his own jeans, obviously helping in the rape of
his little brother was a turn on for him.
Egan went down taking in Nicky’s cock and balls in his mouth rolling his
tongue over the smooth goods that he hadn’t had a taste of since Aaron was
prepubescent. Experience taught him how to get a young boy aroused and sure
enough, Nicky sprouted and maxed at a good 3 ½ slender, finger-like inches. His
balls receded close to disappearing completely into his cavity.
Egan had never even licked Aaron’s hole, the thought of it was revolting, he
wasn’t queer, yet that strange urge came over him. He let his tongue slide down
what was left of Nicky’s nuts and found the folds. Gingerly at first, he dabbed
with the tip of his tongue. Not smelling or tasting anything foul, he swiped,
then swiped again, finally sliding the sitting boy down to a reclined position
and burying his face.
Egan wasn’t going to allow Kyle the advantage of watching and not being
humiliated himself, Egan told him to suck his brother’s dick. Kyle appeared
perplexed, but didn’t have to be told a second time, Egan’s glare said it all.
Like a baby on a dummy, Egan watched from a matter of a few inches as Kyle
obediently complied while he was preoccupied in sudden kink of stuffing his
tongue up Nicky’s boygina; --where his cock was soon going to spread the pink
flesh wider and penetrate deeper than his tongue, but not before introducing it
to Nicky’s large lips and made-to-measure, man pleaser mouth.
The ten year-old didn’t openly say one way or the other if he was enjoying
the sexual attention, however, how could he not. The boy was probably nervous as
hell and would relax soon enough. Tensing up when the thickly lubed finger pried
its way inside him followed by a second, Nicky had to be restrained when he
tried to escape what Egan was preparing for the older brother’s cock to violate
and take his virginity as well as the purpose of loosening him up for Egan’s
much larger one.
Egan also had another motive in mind; ensuring that the 14 year-old shared in
the rape of his brother would quell any possible future repercussions of the kid
ratting them out, Kyle’s participation would ensure that his little brother
remained silent. Egan laughed to himself at the thought of the two of them
getting it on together regularly once Kyle got a taste of it. Just like himself
with Aaron, Kyle would not have to resort to years of jerking himself off
considering his brother was accessible in the next bed anytime he wanted to get
off. He would plant that seed in Kyle’s mind later, in the meantime, he would
set the stage.
Egan lubed Kyle’s dick and held Nicky’s legs in the air. The ecstasy had
kicked in and Kyle was eager to fuck his brother as he had been fucked many
times himself for drugs or money. The drug had also caused Nicky to be somewhat
docile, although he squirmed when his overzealous brother entered him not-so
gently, he gave up the futile attempt realizing he was going nowhere with Egan
pinning him down. His begging and pleading fell on the deaf ears of his older
brother who was intent on having his way and enjoying every second of it.
Egan thought it the perfect time to fill the boy’s mouth with man-meat.
Sitting on his chest with a hand supporting Nicky’s head upright, he held his
manhood to the luscious lips with clear instructions and warnings as to what to
do and not do. Nicky gave in and let the cock fill his mouth. After a little
more instruction, Kyle was once again reminded how naturally instinctive guys
adapted to cock-sucking, even when forced to do so.
Egan heard the tell-tale vocals of Kyle’s imminent orgasm and looked over his
shoulder to see the teen’s face red and contorted as he shuddered and shook
unloading into Nicky’s ass. It was a sight to behold and Egan was soon giving
Nicky his first taste of cum.
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chapter 4
Nicky was none too pleased with his two aggressors who rolled
off his body to lie on their sides. Egan held his nose and made him swallow the
thick sour goop, however a filmy remnant of it lingered that he spat on the
blanket as Egan and Kyle laughed at him.
"Fuck off!" he sneered at them, "I wanna go home now, --take me home."
"Take you home?" replied Egan. "Ya haven’t even had the main event yet!" he
laughed grasping his withering cock that the young boy couldn’t help but notice
the pus leaking from the tip of, the same stuff that he was forced to ingest and
could still taste.
Nicky knew exactly what Egan had in mind, the thought of that monster up his
bum made his scramble on all fours for the sliding door. Egan hardly moved
except to grab the kid’s ankle and haul him back until his head was directly in
front of Egan’s crotch. "Clean it off with yer tongue like a good boy and I may
not make you clean your brother’s dirty cock."
Nicky looked at Kyle’s still erect, grease laden dick amazed that it didn’t
appear dirty considering where it had been, but the thought still made him
nauseous and he opted for the man’s big schlong, the sharp painful pinch to his
Achilles tendon sped up his thought process. Like a big lollipop, he licked up
and down the sides and over the top until no more juice was seeping from the
slit.
Nicky wasn’t entirely innocent. He liked to watch the men in the showers at
the YMCA, always curious about their genitals that he discovered came in all
shapes and sizes, even wondering how big some of them would grow during an
erection. However, never in his wildest imagination did he wish to be so
intimately close to one, it was simply a natural boyhood amusement. Nicky also
knew about sperm, the same shit he had just swallowed which was again sensed by
his tastebuds.
He knew about jerking off and blowjobs from other kids who talked
of about it at school, even surmising that the strange sounds
coming from the bed next to his was his brother doing the "nasty" under his
covers every night and morning. He had to admit that when Kyle sucked him
earlier, it felt exciting, as well as the strange sensations when Egan
disgustingly licked his hole. The man’s fingers hurt like hell, and his
brother's cock even more so. He feared the larger one in his hand would rip him
apart and almost cried knowing his fate, but crying was for sissies, and he was
no sissy! Once, the locally bully, Jamie Fullerton, put his arm behind his back
with such force that he broke it. Nicky never cried at the excruciating pain
which caused Jamie to take things further until an audible snap was heard.
He didn’t cry even then, winning his friends over by his bravery. They all
signed his cast; even other kids looked up to him wanting to befriend him. Nicky
had gained the notoriety of being a bully himself, lunch monies and personal
property was handed over for the asking without violence. At ten years-old, he
was the leader of the rather docile ‘Panther’ gang, ten boys strong, who
he made steal candy, comic books and dirty magazines from stores. Once, when he
wanted a certain bike on display outside a sporting goods store, he ordered two
boys armed with bolt cutters to secure it for him.
The three drank more warm beer. Egan made Kyle lick and suck Nicky’s
genitals, giving into his own strange temptation to do the same. Egan let it be
known that he wasn’t a fag like Kyle was, reminding the slut boy of the many men
he serviced at Jason and Chad’s sex party the night before, belittling him would
make him all the more submissive, Egan thought.
Egan then realized the potential of a gold mine in drugs he could obtain by
providing Nicky’s ass to the paedophile ring. His enterprising brain also
thought about supplying both brothers for ‘private’ sessions in hotels and
motels if he did his homework and found a client base, small at first, but ever
growing by word of mouth that he was sure the like-minded men shared over the
internet. Hell, he could even rent Aaron’s ass if supply and demand was
enough.
Egan was bone hard as he watched the two brothers fellate each other; Nicky
on top with his ass in the air was part of his master plan when he later
orchestrated the incestuous sixty-nine for his viewing pleasure. Kyle caved in
to another dose of ecstasy, Nicky had to be coerced by the gospel of a double
dare imposed that Kyle knew would be irresistibly challenged by the ten
year-old.
Egan lubed his cock and settled on his knees behind Nicky. With one arm in a
vice-like grip under the boy’s hips, he forced himself into the tight confines.
Little did he know that Nicky had mentally prepared himself for the onslaught,
determined to not show cowardice. He reared his head back vocalizing profanity,
but never resisted or tried to get away.
Egan felt his hanging balls rest on Kyle’s forehead, who would be staring up
at the scene of the man’s cock forging deeper into his brother. Damn, the kid
was tight.
With his rectal muscles clamped as a subconscious preventive measure. Egan
equated it to trying to stuff his cock into the opening of a juice bottle,
except only for the fact that the hole was surrendering precious space. Egan
would push, then retract, and push again. It was a slow process, nonetheless,
utopia was reached when he felt his pubic hair mashed against the kid’s ass
cheeks.
He forgave Nicky’s lapse in blowing his brother, but insisted that he
masturbate Kyle while he adjusted to the impalement, having to be reminded many
times becoming forgetful. He heard Kyle’s slurps, knowing full well that Nicky
had gone flaccid and no amount of stimulation could override the pain in keeping
his erection.
Once Egan felt Nicky was calm enough, remembering back the many years
ago when Aaron claimed a sense of numbness superseded the
threshold of pain to a dull ache, he instructed the boy to resume blowing his
brother. A slap to the side of his faced was needed to bring him back to
reality; the boy might have even passed out temporarily.
Egan took longer strides back and forth increasing the tempo rapidly not
caring as to the boys welfare any longer. He had only two things in mind,
fucking the kid senseless and watching him do his brother, a hand full of
Nicky’s long hair thrusting his head up and down to impatiently remind him once
again what was expected. When Kyle heard the gurgling and gasp sounds, he knew
that Kyle had cum catching Nicky off guard, yet the boy quickly regained his
composure and milked his brother with a hand, and an inch or two remaining in
his sucking mouth.
Egan held off as long as he could allowing Kyle to blissfully orgasm before
he pulled out and rolled Nicky onto his back using his knees to push him up the
boy’s torso and force his cock where he wanted to enjoy his final moment. Egan
didn’t have to pinch the kid’s nose; in two loud gulps he swallowed both
combined loads with a look of distaste.
It was his turn to be the aggressor when Egan had him fuck his older brother,
much to Kyle’s dismay. He needed no encouragement to get even and pounded away
while Kyle held his knees to his chest. He was used to much bigger cocks, and
had long got over the humility of that, however, his little brother using him
was demeaning, to say the least, but he was very surprised when Nicky spasmed,
Egan’s finger up the kid’s bum found its mark causing a dry, but intense
orgasm.
Egan ruffled the boy’s hair and congratulated him on a job well done. Nicky
smiled, not sure if he was pleased with himself, or not. However, he had already
established in his own mind that a few of his ‘gang’ members were going to be
subjected to sexually pleasing him among other things.
* * *
After dropping the boys off at home and getting their phone number, assuring
inquisitive Kyle that he was definitely going to get him laid by a girl as
promised, he drove to Aarons place and climbed in the window to find him fast
asleep. He stripped naked and got into bed holding his young friend close to his
chest and fell deep into his own slumber.
They had been avoiding Aaron’s place, preferring the assured privacy of
Egan’s room where his mother respected his privacy. Aaron would lie to his
parents about whose house he was sleeping overnight at. It was mid afternoon
when Mrs. Smyth was concerned enough to barge into her son’s room stopping dead
in her tracks taking in the scene of the much older teen cuddling young Aaron,
both fast asleep. She tried to resist her temptation, but it became
overwhelming. Justified was her baby boy’s well-being at the hands of the
legally adult man/boy in her son’s bed. She knew they had maintained a close
relationship well after Kyle should have moved on to friends his own age. Moving
forward to the edge of the bed, she held her breath hoping she would not find
what she had found years earlier. She slowly lifted the covers exposing both
naked bodies, Kyle’s leg over Aaron’s left hip, their groins against each
others. The sight was no ordinary boy thing as Aaron once professed innocently
the last time she found them in bed together naked "No big deal, Mom; --we’re
both boys, DAH!"
Mrs. Smyth couldn’t help but notice her son’s flaming-red bum cheeks and the
small dark bruises on his back. She was no dumb lady, she confirmed what she had
suspected all along, her son was being sexually abused by Kyle Miller! Grabbing
the only weapon she found close by, she forced the bed lamp from the electrical
socket and began to beat Egan with it screaming like the mad-lady she was.
Egan awoke to the harsh reality and covered his head screaming in pain as the
lamp stuck him elsewhere. He scrambled out of bed and held his arms and hands in
front of him pleading Mrs. Smyth to back off. His full nudity only caused her
more fury and she raced around the bed to beat him, the shade had fallen off and
bulb had long since burst leaving shards of glass that cut into Kyle wherever it
struck him.
Aaron awoke to the commotion, still very groggy from the drug overdose to see
his naked friend being assaulted by his mother. Notwithstanding his own nudity,
it took every ounce of energy to crawl out of bed and position himself between
the two. Mrs. Smyth took one look at Aaron’s crimson red, sore looking genitals
with obvious hickies applied to his groin and thighs and went ballistic all over
again shoving Aaron aside. Egan had no choice but to jump out the bedroom window
naked and run hearing Mrs. Smyth saying she was calling the cops.
Thankfully, Egan had stored a key under the left front wheel-well of the van,
if Mrs. Smyth hadn’t called the police, his nudity in the street kneeling while
trying to locate the magnetic box would most assuredly raise the alarm among the
neighbours. He had never been more humiliated in his life. Finally he located
the device, opened the door and sped off shaking like a leaf. He was more
frightened than he’d ever been in his life envisioning going to jail on
molestation charges. Egan didn’t go home although he had no
clothes he needed to hide out somewhere secluded, his grandfather’s cabin would
serve as a safe house until he could figure things out. It occurred to him that
kept his Speedo bathing suit in the van, enough to wear to pump gas at his Uncle
John’s gas station and put the charges on his dad’s standing account.
Meanwhile, Aaron was having it out with his mom and dad.
"So what if we were naked together!" he screamed, "I was really cold and Egan
was trying to warm me up and we fell asleep. YES, he came in through the window,
only because you don’t want him around, --MOM! He’s my friend and would never
hurt me. These bruises are from gym class playing floor hockey, and the rash I
got was from peeing myself and walking around in it all day at school too
embarrassed to be excused to go home and change." he lied, letting the tears
flow for emphasis.
Mr Smyth turned to his wife, threw his hands up in the air in an "I told ya
so" sort of way, said exactly that and walked away from the situation to enjoy
his televised football game mumbling something about boys naturally sleeping
naked after a certain age outgrowing pyjamas no different than he slept. He
paused and turned for the last word, "You had best hope that the kid doesn’t
press charges against YOU for assault, causing bodily harm using that lamp on
him!"
His wife screamed back at him, "Normal boys don’t sleep naked with each
other, Frank! They wear something out of decency!" she then screamed even louder
when he was getting out of earshot. "Especially when one is nineteen and the
other fourteen, it’s not natural, Frank!"
The frustrated man wanting the issue dropped, turned on more time to address
his drama wife, "I slept naked with my older brother until the day he got
married, Joyce! He was twenty-three, I was sixteen. --So put that in your pipe
and smoke it, ya stupid bitch." and for an encore he said, "Egan used to be like
a son until you started getting on his case. He’s been like a big brother to
Aaron all these years, ya oughta be thankful to him for keeping Aaron on the
straight and narrow all these years. --Now, I don’t want to hear another word
about it, GOT IT?"
Aaron had never seen his dad stand up to his wife before then. Perhaps he was
avoiding the truth that his son might be a fag, Mr. Smyth did give that a
fleeting thought at the time, but quickly dismissed it as ridiculous. The
polite, decent boy had been nothing but a fine mentor and role model for Aaron,
so what if they chose to sleep in the buff with each other. Case closed.
Egan was halfway to his grandfather’s cabin when his cell phone rang. It was
Aaron, and he hoped it wasn’t a trick by the police to track him via GPS, he
answered. Breathing a deep sigh of relief just when thoughts of suicide entered
his mind rather than face the public humiliation as Aaron told him the details
that that followed his mother’s rampage.
Egan turned around and went home for clothes and his gym bag for his
appointment to join Aaron and his dad for a game of tennis, hopefully Mark would
be there as invited the week earlier. Egan forgot all about his near brush with
the law and began fantasising about Mark. Seeing the boys expensive, golden
coloured BMX locked in the bike rack, he looked around and used his van key to
let the air out of the front tire.
He met Aaron and Mr. Smyth in the locker room. The man was all apologetic as
to his wife’s behaviour, hugging the boy standing in his underwear a little
longer than would be expected, the man’s hand on his left butt cheek. Egan
wondered if the heavy set man wasn’t coming on to him in a quasi kind of
way.
Sure enough, they ran into Mark bouncing balls off the wall with his racket
outside the court. He was wearing the same small shorts that revealed his buried
treasures for nicely, Egan’s manhood stirred at the sight of the cock teaser’s
crotch. Mark was pleased to see the group who had invited him for a foursome.
Switching off every ten minutes playing doubles, Egan was happy when the flip of
a coin matched him and Mark, quality time spent getting to know each other
better as they sat out awaiting their next round talking everything from sports
and girls during their intervals. Twelve-year old Mark was visibly embarrassed
discussing girls, he pawed the ground with his foot as he admitted to liking one
particular girl in his class.
Egan was blunt in commenting, "I bet you would like to fuck her silly and ya
beat yer meat morning and night thinking about her."
Mark turned red, giggled an insecure giggle staring at his feet, the
conversation evolving in an uncomfortable mode. After the next set, Egan talked
about blowjobs.
"They’re the best, dude. Better than sticking your dick in a pussy any day!"
When they sat out awaiting their next round, Egan elaborated on the pleasures of
a blowjob and how girls, sadly, don’t like doing that for guys. Seconds before
their next round, he left Mark wondering if he heard right, "Guys give much
better head, anyway!" Egan left the cliff hanger unexplained as he ran onto the
court, Mark trailing behind. Egan called Mark over to the net, and in a joking
way, suggested that that round winner would get a BJ from the loser.
Losing concentration, Mark’s skills on the court suffered as he reconciled
what Egan had said. Egan’s game was intentionally thrown off, wanting to be the
loser and paying his debt later in the van driving Mark home with his disabled
bike. When they met at the net to shake hands, Egan leaned in and said, "Guess I
owe ya one, dude!" and turned to run off the court leaving Mark in a state of
bewilderment, not believing his ears, surely Egan hadn’t been serious in his
foolish bet.
After the tennis match, Egan told Aaron to catch a ride home with his dad,
that he had errands to run and would catch up to him later. He sat in his van
and waited for Mark to leave the club. His plan worked like a charm, he had Mark
and his bicycle loaded in the van to drive him home.
Except Egan didn’t drive directly home, instead he drove to the secluded
beach at the lake and parked. Mark questioned the detour from his directions
home; Egan replied that he wanted to show him his secret place first.
Parked a few yards from the lake, Egan asked, "Ya ever smoked weed?" as he
began to roll a joint.
"No, -- well, ya, kind of. My cousin gave me a puff once and I choked my head
off." he laughed.
"Well, this stuff is smooth, buddy. Not that cheap harsh stuff they grow
locally. This is 100% pure Columbian Gold. Fresh off the boat."
Mark didn’t want to smoke pot; however he was torn between right and wrong in
wanting to impress his new older friend. "Great!" he said.
Egan ushered Mark into the back and sat on the floor. Mark sat across from
him, his legs crossed like a bowtie. Egan could see a hint of darker skin up the
kid’s left leg of his shorts where his smooth, tanned thigh ended and a tan line
began. Just as he guessed, Marky wasn’t a big fan of underwear, Egan was certain
that it was Mark’s left testicle peeking out. He boned up inside his own loose
sweat shorts and didn’t try and hide his long testis hanging out the right side
which Mark would have to have been blind not to notice.
Mark was impressed that he hardly coughed smoking the pot. A warm, fuzzy
feeling came over him and he knew he was stoned for the first time and commented
on it to Egan.
"Wanna try something even better?" He reached into a drawer and pulled out a
bag of pills. "Ecstasy! Now, this shit will blow yer mind."
Mark was no fool, he knew what ecstasy was, his cousin raved about it.
However he wasn’t sure that he wanted to try it until Egan pushed it between his
lips. The decision was made for him.
"Wanna go for a swim?" asked Egan.
"I don’t have my trunks."
"Who said anything about trunks, --this place is secluded, buddy. Aaron and
I come here all the time to skinny dip."
Once again, Mark’s decision was made for him when Egan grabbed his arm and
hauled him to his feet and out the van. The older teen then ran peeling off his
clothes and dove into the lake. Mark stood in place, too embarrassed to take off
his clothes in front of anyone.
"Come on, chicken. The water is nice. Or do I have to come over there and
strip ya naked?" he laughed.
Somehow Mark believed that wasn’t a joke. Egan would strip him, so he slowly
took off his shirt, shoes and socks and with every ounce of courage, dropped his
shorts and ran into the water covering his junk with both hands.
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off his body to lie on their sides. Egan held his nose and made him swallow the
thick sour goop, however a filmy remnant of it lingered that he spat on the
blanket as Egan and Kyle laughed at him.
"Fuck off!" he sneered at them, "I wanna go home now, --take me home."
"Take you home?" replied Egan. "Ya haven’t even had the main event yet!" he
laughed grasping his withering cock that the young boy couldn’t help but notice
the pus leaking from the tip of, the same stuff that he was forced to ingest and
could still taste.
Nicky knew exactly what Egan had in mind, the thought of that monster up his
bum made his scramble on all fours for the sliding door. Egan hardly moved
except to grab the kid’s ankle and haul him back until his head was directly in
front of Egan’s crotch. "Clean it off with yer tongue like a good boy and I may
not make you clean your brother’s dirty cock."
Nicky looked at Kyle’s still erect, grease laden dick amazed that it didn’t
appear dirty considering where it had been, but the thought still made him
nauseous and he opted for the man’s big schlong, the sharp painful pinch to his
Achilles tendon sped up his thought process. Like a big lollipop, he licked up
and down the sides and over the top until no more juice was seeping from the
slit.
Nicky wasn’t entirely innocent. He liked to watch the men in the showers at
the YMCA, always curious about their genitals that he discovered came in all
shapes and sizes, even wondering how big some of them would grow during an
erection. However, never in his wildest imagination did he wish to be so
intimately close to one, it was simply a natural boyhood amusement. Nicky also
knew about sperm, the same shit he had just swallowed which was again sensed by
his tastebuds.
He knew about jerking off and blowjobs from other kids who talked
of about it at school, even surmising that the strange sounds
coming from the bed next to his was his brother doing the "nasty" under his
covers every night and morning. He had to admit that when Kyle sucked him
earlier, it felt exciting, as well as the strange sensations when Egan
disgustingly licked his hole. The man’s fingers hurt like hell, and his
brother's cock even more so. He feared the larger one in his hand would rip him
apart and almost cried knowing his fate, but crying was for sissies, and he was
no sissy! Once, the locally bully, Jamie Fullerton, put his arm behind his back
with such force that he broke it. Nicky never cried at the excruciating pain
which caused Jamie to take things further until an audible snap was heard.
He didn’t cry even then, winning his friends over by his bravery. They all
signed his cast; even other kids looked up to him wanting to befriend him. Nicky
had gained the notoriety of being a bully himself, lunch monies and personal
property was handed over for the asking without violence. At ten years-old, he
was the leader of the rather docile ‘Panther’ gang, ten boys strong, who
he made steal candy, comic books and dirty magazines from stores. Once, when he
wanted a certain bike on display outside a sporting goods store, he ordered two
boys armed with bolt cutters to secure it for him.
The three drank more warm beer. Egan made Kyle lick and suck Nicky’s
genitals, giving into his own strange temptation to do the same. Egan let it be
known that he wasn’t a fag like Kyle was, reminding the slut boy of the many men
he serviced at Jason and Chad’s sex party the night before, belittling him would
make him all the more submissive, Egan thought.
Egan then realized the potential of a gold mine in drugs he could obtain by
providing Nicky’s ass to the paedophile ring. His enterprising brain also
thought about supplying both brothers for ‘private’ sessions in hotels and
motels if he did his homework and found a client base, small at first, but ever
growing by word of mouth that he was sure the like-minded men shared over the
internet. Hell, he could even rent Aaron’s ass if supply and demand was
enough.
Egan was bone hard as he watched the two brothers fellate each other; Nicky
on top with his ass in the air was part of his master plan when he later
orchestrated the incestuous sixty-nine for his viewing pleasure. Kyle caved in
to another dose of ecstasy, Nicky had to be coerced by the gospel of a double
dare imposed that Kyle knew would be irresistibly challenged by the ten
year-old.
Egan lubed his cock and settled on his knees behind Nicky. With one arm in a
vice-like grip under the boy’s hips, he forced himself into the tight confines.
Little did he know that Nicky had mentally prepared himself for the onslaught,
determined to not show cowardice. He reared his head back vocalizing profanity,
but never resisted or tried to get away.
Egan felt his hanging balls rest on Kyle’s forehead, who would be staring up
at the scene of the man’s cock forging deeper into his brother. Damn, the kid
was tight.
With his rectal muscles clamped as a subconscious preventive measure. Egan
equated it to trying to stuff his cock into the opening of a juice bottle,
except only for the fact that the hole was surrendering precious space. Egan
would push, then retract, and push again. It was a slow process, nonetheless,
utopia was reached when he felt his pubic hair mashed against the kid’s ass
cheeks.
He forgave Nicky’s lapse in blowing his brother, but insisted that he
masturbate Kyle while he adjusted to the impalement, having to be reminded many
times becoming forgetful. He heard Kyle’s slurps, knowing full well that Nicky
had gone flaccid and no amount of stimulation could override the pain in keeping
his erection.
Once Egan felt Nicky was calm enough, remembering back the many years
ago when Aaron claimed a sense of numbness superseded the
threshold of pain to a dull ache, he instructed the boy to resume blowing his
brother. A slap to the side of his faced was needed to bring him back to
reality; the boy might have even passed out temporarily.
Egan took longer strides back and forth increasing the tempo rapidly not
caring as to the boys welfare any longer. He had only two things in mind,
fucking the kid senseless and watching him do his brother, a hand full of
Nicky’s long hair thrusting his head up and down to impatiently remind him once
again what was expected. When Kyle heard the gurgling and gasp sounds, he knew
that Kyle had cum catching Nicky off guard, yet the boy quickly regained his
composure and milked his brother with a hand, and an inch or two remaining in
his sucking mouth.
Egan held off as long as he could allowing Kyle to blissfully orgasm before
he pulled out and rolled Nicky onto his back using his knees to push him up the
boy’s torso and force his cock where he wanted to enjoy his final moment. Egan
didn’t have to pinch the kid’s nose; in two loud gulps he swallowed both
combined loads with a look of distaste.
It was his turn to be the aggressor when Egan had him fuck his older brother,
much to Kyle’s dismay. He needed no encouragement to get even and pounded away
while Kyle held his knees to his chest. He was used to much bigger cocks, and
had long got over the humility of that, however, his little brother using him
was demeaning, to say the least, but he was very surprised when Nicky spasmed,
Egan’s finger up the kid’s bum found its mark causing a dry, but intense
orgasm.
Egan ruffled the boy’s hair and congratulated him on a job well done. Nicky
smiled, not sure if he was pleased with himself, or not. However, he had already
established in his own mind that a few of his ‘gang’ members were going to be
subjected to sexually pleasing him among other things.
* * *
After dropping the boys off at home and getting their phone number, assuring
inquisitive Kyle that he was definitely going to get him laid by a girl as
promised, he drove to Aarons place and climbed in the window to find him fast
asleep. He stripped naked and got into bed holding his young friend close to his
chest and fell deep into his own slumber.
They had been avoiding Aaron’s place, preferring the assured privacy of
Egan’s room where his mother respected his privacy. Aaron would lie to his
parents about whose house he was sleeping overnight at. It was mid afternoon
when Mrs. Smyth was concerned enough to barge into her son’s room stopping dead
in her tracks taking in the scene of the much older teen cuddling young Aaron,
both fast asleep. She tried to resist her temptation, but it became
overwhelming. Justified was her baby boy’s well-being at the hands of the
legally adult man/boy in her son’s bed. She knew they had maintained a close
relationship well after Kyle should have moved on to friends his own age. Moving
forward to the edge of the bed, she held her breath hoping she would not find
what she had found years earlier. She slowly lifted the covers exposing both
naked bodies, Kyle’s leg over Aaron’s left hip, their groins against each
others. The sight was no ordinary boy thing as Aaron once professed innocently
the last time she found them in bed together naked "No big deal, Mom; --we’re
both boys, DAH!"
Mrs. Smyth couldn’t help but notice her son’s flaming-red bum cheeks and the
small dark bruises on his back. She was no dumb lady, she confirmed what she had
suspected all along, her son was being sexually abused by Kyle Miller! Grabbing
the only weapon she found close by, she forced the bed lamp from the electrical
socket and began to beat Egan with it screaming like the mad-lady she was.
Egan awoke to the harsh reality and covered his head screaming in pain as the
lamp stuck him elsewhere. He scrambled out of bed and held his arms and hands in
front of him pleading Mrs. Smyth to back off. His full nudity only caused her
more fury and she raced around the bed to beat him, the shade had fallen off and
bulb had long since burst leaving shards of glass that cut into Kyle wherever it
struck him.
Aaron awoke to the commotion, still very groggy from the drug overdose to see
his naked friend being assaulted by his mother. Notwithstanding his own nudity,
it took every ounce of energy to crawl out of bed and position himself between
the two. Mrs. Smyth took one look at Aaron’s crimson red, sore looking genitals
with obvious hickies applied to his groin and thighs and went ballistic all over
again shoving Aaron aside. Egan had no choice but to jump out the bedroom window
naked and run hearing Mrs. Smyth saying she was calling the cops.
Thankfully, Egan had stored a key under the left front wheel-well of the van,
if Mrs. Smyth hadn’t called the police, his nudity in the street kneeling while
trying to locate the magnetic box would most assuredly raise the alarm among the
neighbours. He had never been more humiliated in his life. Finally he located
the device, opened the door and sped off shaking like a leaf. He was more
frightened than he’d ever been in his life envisioning going to jail on
molestation charges. Egan didn’t go home although he had no
clothes he needed to hide out somewhere secluded, his grandfather’s cabin would
serve as a safe house until he could figure things out. It occurred to him that
kept his Speedo bathing suit in the van, enough to wear to pump gas at his Uncle
John’s gas station and put the charges on his dad’s standing account.
Meanwhile, Aaron was having it out with his mom and dad.
"So what if we were naked together!" he screamed, "I was really cold and Egan
was trying to warm me up and we fell asleep. YES, he came in through the window,
only because you don’t want him around, --MOM! He’s my friend and would never
hurt me. These bruises are from gym class playing floor hockey, and the rash I
got was from peeing myself and walking around in it all day at school too
embarrassed to be excused to go home and change." he lied, letting the tears
flow for emphasis.
Mr Smyth turned to his wife, threw his hands up in the air in an "I told ya
so" sort of way, said exactly that and walked away from the situation to enjoy
his televised football game mumbling something about boys naturally sleeping
naked after a certain age outgrowing pyjamas no different than he slept. He
paused and turned for the last word, "You had best hope that the kid doesn’t
press charges against YOU for assault, causing bodily harm using that lamp on
him!"
His wife screamed back at him, "Normal boys don’t sleep naked with each
other, Frank! They wear something out of decency!" she then screamed even louder
when he was getting out of earshot. "Especially when one is nineteen and the
other fourteen, it’s not natural, Frank!"
The frustrated man wanting the issue dropped, turned on more time to address
his drama wife, "I slept naked with my older brother until the day he got
married, Joyce! He was twenty-three, I was sixteen. --So put that in your pipe
and smoke it, ya stupid bitch." and for an encore he said, "Egan used to be like
a son until you started getting on his case. He’s been like a big brother to
Aaron all these years, ya oughta be thankful to him for keeping Aaron on the
straight and narrow all these years. --Now, I don’t want to hear another word
about it, GOT IT?"
Aaron had never seen his dad stand up to his wife before then. Perhaps he was
avoiding the truth that his son might be a fag, Mr. Smyth did give that a
fleeting thought at the time, but quickly dismissed it as ridiculous. The
polite, decent boy had been nothing but a fine mentor and role model for Aaron,
so what if they chose to sleep in the buff with each other. Case closed.
Egan was halfway to his grandfather’s cabin when his cell phone rang. It was
Aaron, and he hoped it wasn’t a trick by the police to track him via GPS, he
answered. Breathing a deep sigh of relief just when thoughts of suicide entered
his mind rather than face the public humiliation as Aaron told him the details
that that followed his mother’s rampage.
Egan turned around and went home for clothes and his gym bag for his
appointment to join Aaron and his dad for a game of tennis, hopefully Mark would
be there as invited the week earlier. Egan forgot all about his near brush with
the law and began fantasising about Mark. Seeing the boys expensive, golden
coloured BMX locked in the bike rack, he looked around and used his van key to
let the air out of the front tire.
He met Aaron and Mr. Smyth in the locker room. The man was all apologetic as
to his wife’s behaviour, hugging the boy standing in his underwear a little
longer than would be expected, the man’s hand on his left butt cheek. Egan
wondered if the heavy set man wasn’t coming on to him in a quasi kind of
way.
Sure enough, they ran into Mark bouncing balls off the wall with his racket
outside the court. He was wearing the same small shorts that revealed his buried
treasures for nicely, Egan’s manhood stirred at the sight of the cock teaser’s
crotch. Mark was pleased to see the group who had invited him for a foursome.
Switching off every ten minutes playing doubles, Egan was happy when the flip of
a coin matched him and Mark, quality time spent getting to know each other
better as they sat out awaiting their next round talking everything from sports
and girls during their intervals. Twelve-year old Mark was visibly embarrassed
discussing girls, he pawed the ground with his foot as he admitted to liking one
particular girl in his class.
Egan was blunt in commenting, "I bet you would like to fuck her silly and ya
beat yer meat morning and night thinking about her."
Mark turned red, giggled an insecure giggle staring at his feet, the
conversation evolving in an uncomfortable mode. After the next set, Egan talked
about blowjobs.
"They’re the best, dude. Better than sticking your dick in a pussy any day!"
When they sat out awaiting their next round, Egan elaborated on the pleasures of
a blowjob and how girls, sadly, don’t like doing that for guys. Seconds before
their next round, he left Mark wondering if he heard right, "Guys give much
better head, anyway!" Egan left the cliff hanger unexplained as he ran onto the
court, Mark trailing behind. Egan called Mark over to the net, and in a joking
way, suggested that that round winner would get a BJ from the loser.
Losing concentration, Mark’s skills on the court suffered as he reconciled
what Egan had said. Egan’s game was intentionally thrown off, wanting to be the
loser and paying his debt later in the van driving Mark home with his disabled
bike. When they met at the net to shake hands, Egan leaned in and said, "Guess I
owe ya one, dude!" and turned to run off the court leaving Mark in a state of
bewilderment, not believing his ears, surely Egan hadn’t been serious in his
foolish bet.
After the tennis match, Egan told Aaron to catch a ride home with his dad,
that he had errands to run and would catch up to him later. He sat in his van
and waited for Mark to leave the club. His plan worked like a charm, he had Mark
and his bicycle loaded in the van to drive him home.
Except Egan didn’t drive directly home, instead he drove to the secluded
beach at the lake and parked. Mark questioned the detour from his directions
home; Egan replied that he wanted to show him his secret place first.
Parked a few yards from the lake, Egan asked, "Ya ever smoked weed?" as he
began to roll a joint.
"No, -- well, ya, kind of. My cousin gave me a puff once and I choked my head
off." he laughed.
"Well, this stuff is smooth, buddy. Not that cheap harsh stuff they grow
locally. This is 100% pure Columbian Gold. Fresh off the boat."
Mark didn’t want to smoke pot; however he was torn between right and wrong in
wanting to impress his new older friend. "Great!" he said.
Egan ushered Mark into the back and sat on the floor. Mark sat across from
him, his legs crossed like a bowtie. Egan could see a hint of darker skin up the
kid’s left leg of his shorts where his smooth, tanned thigh ended and a tan line
began. Just as he guessed, Marky wasn’t a big fan of underwear, Egan was certain
that it was Mark’s left testicle peeking out. He boned up inside his own loose
sweat shorts and didn’t try and hide his long testis hanging out the right side
which Mark would have to have been blind not to notice.
Mark was impressed that he hardly coughed smoking the pot. A warm, fuzzy
feeling came over him and he knew he was stoned for the first time and commented
on it to Egan.
"Wanna try something even better?" He reached into a drawer and pulled out a
bag of pills. "Ecstasy! Now, this shit will blow yer mind."
Mark was no fool, he knew what ecstasy was, his cousin raved about it.
However he wasn’t sure that he wanted to try it until Egan pushed it between his
lips. The decision was made for him.
"Wanna go for a swim?" asked Egan.
"I don’t have my trunks."
"Who said anything about trunks, --this place is secluded, buddy. Aaron and
I come here all the time to skinny dip."
Once again, Mark’s decision was made for him when Egan grabbed his arm and
hauled him to his feet and out the van. The older teen then ran peeling off his
clothes and dove into the lake. Mark stood in place, too embarrassed to take off
his clothes in front of anyone.
"Come on, chicken. The water is nice. Or do I have to come over there and
strip ya naked?" he laughed.
Somehow Mark believed that wasn’t a joke. Egan would strip him, so he slowly
took off his shirt, shoes and socks and with every ounce of courage, dropped his
shorts and ran into the water covering his junk with both hands.
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chapter 5
Egan was pleased that his plan was going well. Get him stoned, get him naked,
then go for the kill, . . . have sex with him. "Attaboy, Marky! Told ya the
water was nice."
Egan was indeed happy he was skinny dipping for the first time in his life.
He liked the free feeling on his genitals bobbing around. He felt invigorated;
so natural that he felt as one-with-nature.’ He heard the birds chirping and
crickets clicking. A wonderful aura surrounded him, and he was getting a boner
for some strange reason. When Egan stood waist deep, Mark couldn’t help but
admire the man’s body. His long cock floated, and seemed quite large. Mark let
his inhibitions go, also stood waist deep, thankful that his erection had waned
to only a semi state. The water added a touch of privacy, but nonetheless,
he found it so cool to be carefree hanging naked with another dude chatting
idly about nothing in particular. He felt older than his age of almost thirteen.
Egan feasted his eyes on the boy’s lower extremities. The water marred a
clear view, but he could certainly tell the kid was circumcised, no surprise,
considering he was part Jewish. The length was about 4 inches. If Mark had any
pubic hair was an uncertainty. He was blond and surely were any his pubes that
he had might have blend into his pale crotch. Egan took Mark’s hand and led him
out of the water not bothering to stop and gather their clothes. Mark was
somewhat surprised at that, they should get dressed before going into the
van to smoke another joint.
Mark’s inhibitions returned sitting on the floor watching Egan roll a toke.
He let left a hand hang nonchalantly over his goods as they smoked.
"Well, guess this is a good a time as any to give ya that blowjob I owe ya!"
Egan snickered
Mark was perplexed; surely Egan wasn’t serious when he made that bet. "Nah,
that’s okay. I won’t hold ya to it." he laughed.
"I always pay my debts, --we made a bet and I lost. If you had of lost I
would have expected ya to own up to it. A deals a deal!"
Mark never sealed any such deal, and he was glad that he wasn’t the loser
after all. He saw Egan play with his big cock, watching it grow before his eyes.
He didn't know what to think, but the expanding cock was truly remarkable as it
peaked at about seven inches and almost as thick as his wrist. Mark’s own cock
reacted, as much as he tried to look away and think about strangling puppies and
slitting kitten’s throats, he couldn’t help but look at the teen/man stroking his meat.
Egan didn’t wait for Mark’s approval. He moved closer, removed the guarding
hand with effort and bend bent down to take the five-inch,
dill-pickle thick erection in his mouth. His first close up was not
disappointing, he knew that the boy was blessed with a nice cock and
large balls just by the way they showed prominently in his shorts. Mark did
have hair, blond, but was growing sparsely at the base of his dick in
variable lengths, another phase of puberty that far exceeded the young
Nicky that he had earlier and his brother who was well into a later phase
of manhood. He remembered Aaron’s ever changing body blooming before his
eyes, and had to laugh that he had ‘all four seasons’ in in different boys
in a matter of less than 24 hours.
Mark was taken off guard by Egan’s direct approach in paying off his debt. He
was nervous as hell, but had to admit the man’s mouth felt nice as did his hand
manipulating his balls. Mark had been jerking off for about a year, only cumming
about four months ago. although he enjoyed the self pleasure; dreaming of doing
nasty things to chesty Marcie Zimmerman from school, when Egan pushed him
to lay down, he began to think about Marcie sucking his cock, a fantasy he had yet
to have about the pretty brunette.
Mark was in seventh heaven, Egan not only sucked his cock that beat the hell
out of masturbation, he also sucked and licked his tender nuts ever so gently.
When he felt the tongue bath going lower, he almost screamed aloud when it
prodded his bum hole. Mark grasped the sheets and groaned which encouraged Egan
to give the boy one hell of a trip besides the ecstasy that he knew full well
was adding to the kid’s horny state of mind.
Egan decided to forego convincing Mark to blow him and move his agenda ahead.
He flipped Mark onto his tummy and placed a rolled sleeping bag under his torso.
He continued to drive the kid wild with his tongue as he lubed up his cock for a
surprise attack. The very relaxed Mark never suspected a thing until he felt the
sting. By then Egan had gained a few inches, his arms under the boy’s hips
slamming him to meet his cock drilling deeper with every thrust. He ignored
Mark’s protest, said something about the boy wearing his pants down his ass
begging to be fucked like the cock teaser he was.
None of it made sense to Mark, all he knew is that he was being ripped apart
and it hurt like hell. He struggled, but had nowhere to go, Egan’s arms already
hurt his hips and the more he squirmed, the more painful they were. He started
to cry.
Egan laughed, even little Nicky didn’t cry and took it like a man. It turned
him on; he was truly raping a boy at last and showed no mercy, even squeezing
Mark’s nuts to make him howl louder, music to his ears. Mark’s body went limp as
a rag doll giving up his fight which caused Egan to pound him relentlessly, his
own nuts hurt slapping Mark’s underside.
Egan had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, his balls ached from
the demand to produce more semen it seemed. He collapsed atop
on the sulky boy when the last of countless ejaculates tapered to a slight
pulsation still squeezing out fluid with a mind of its own.
"Damn, that was hot, buddy! You’re a great fuck, the best I’ve ever had."
"Get off me now." he whimpered, "Please?"
Egan obliged the request, pulled out and watched his cum drool from Mark’s
asshole. He wished Aaron was there, he would make him suck it out. The boy
claimed that he loved his cum, never wasted a drop when he blew him.
Egan wasn’t all that merciless; Mark deserved a decent blowjob for being such
a good sport. He rolled the boy onto his back and orally stimulated him to
erection after a long while. Once Mark got over things, he became a willing
player once again. His cream was delightful, sweet as watermelon, thought Egan.
His orgasm was also intense; Egan didn’t mind the kid grasping his hair with
both hands as he came a surprising load for his age. Even Aaron didn’t come
nearly as much.
Egan had a need to qualify that he wasn’t a fag. He asked Mark if he would
like to find a girl to fuck with him someday. Mark needed a little mind boost
that neither was he a fag, he told Mark about his dream girl, Marcie Zimmerman.
"Maybe we could pick her up and fuck her together, --ya know, rape her."
"Fuck yeah! That stuck up bitch deserves to be raped. She won’t give me the
time of day."
Egan rolled another joint and they smoked it lying on their sides. He admired
Mark’s body once again, his cock and balls hung over his left leg. By then Mark
couldn’t care less about his nudity, and suggested another swim as the van
was stifling hot. They horsed around, groped each other numerous times.
Back in the van, Egan was hard.
"Going to do a buddy a favour?" he asked, wagging his big cock.
Mark was very apprehensive. That pissed Egan off enough to grab the kid’s
neck and lower him to his crotch placing his erection at Mark’s lips. "Suck it,
--you owe me one!"
Mark’s neck hurt terribly, the teen was becoming mean again and he had no
choice but to open his mouth for fear of a beating. Egan released his hold, and
lay back and savoured the sight of Mark’s mouth full. Egan took Mark’s hand and
showed him what he wanted done, a simultaneous hand job in sync with his bobbing
mouth. Mark caught on quickly. Coming up for air, he vigorously masturbated Egan
and then went back down on him.
On one of his air intakes, he asked Egan not to cum in his mouth.
"Sure, pal. I promise." he lied, holding Mark’s head in place as he unloaded.
Egan bolted up and covered Mark’s mouth with his hand and told him to swallow.
"If yer going to suck a guy off, ya have to do it right. Cumming in your mouth
is non-negotiable, . . . got it?"
Mark shook nodded his head and swallowed.
When all was said and done, Mark asked to be taken home.
"Sure, buddy. --How would you like to make a lot of money?"
Mark’s interest perked, although he felt ashamed of himself. "How much? And
what do I have to do?"
"Sucking my cock wasn’t all that bad, right?"
"I, I guess not."
"And ya liked getting a blowjob, right?"
"Yeah, so what are ya getting at?"
"I know some men that are willing to pay a lot of money for a cute kid like
you." Egan was putting his cart before his horse; he didn’t quite have a client
base yet.
"No fucking way, dude!" he blasted, humiliated knowing what Egan was
insinuating. "I ain’t no fag, okay?"
"I never said you were, buddy. But a hundred bucks to let some old dude suck
your cock, or you suck his, . . . well, --talk about easy money."
"No way, dude! My parents buy me whatever I want. I ain’t sucking anyone’s
cock ever again!"
"Do you know Marty Stevens from school? Egan
asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah, the school bully, who doesn’t know him!"
"Well, what if he found out that you take cock up yer ass and suck them, too?"
"I don’t!" he spat, "You’re the only one, . . . you’re the only guy I did that with."
"If I told Marty that you did that with me, well, really doesn’t matter how
many guys ya did, the point is that ya did it. And trust me, Marty is my
neighbour and he'll believe every word I tell him about you."
Mark was so scared that he visibly shook. "You wouldn’t, that would be a lie,
you forced me to do those things!"
"Ya didn’t have to do anything, you agreed to everything, if memory serves me
right." Egan lied through his teeth. "You fagged me off, even Marty could
understand that a blowjob is a blowjob, and to cornhole some guy who allows ya,
well, --ya take it where ya can get it. Right?"
Mark was on the verge of tears. You wouldn’t start that rumour about me,
would ya?"
"Not if you attend a party next Friday. I’ll pick you up around seven. Be
clean. Oh, and wear something sexy, like those tiny white shorts you wear
cutting yer lawn."
Mark thought about that, he wore those old shorts rather than his designer
stuff, and how the fuck would Egan know?
"So do I tell Marty that yer a fag, or are you willing to come to that party
with me?"
"What do I have to do there, exactly?"
"Whatever the men want, --usually. The price goes up accordingly.
But I just want to show you off. Get their attention. I promise no one will
touch you. Consider yourself as window dressing for a business I want to start
up. Not to say that you won’t be having sex with men eventually, but it will be
private, not like the orgy party, no worries."
"I, I, I, can’t believe this!"
"Well little buddy, believe it. I’ll cut you in as a partner, open you a bank
account so that you don’t have a lot of cash at home for your parents to find
and question. You’ll have plenty of money to take Marcie out on a date, even
buy her nice gifts. You’ll get into her panties before ya know it!" he laughed.
"In the meantime, I’ll get ya laid by a chick, she'll teach ya how to treat a
woman so when the time is right, you lay Marcie, or any other girl ya set
your eyes on. Ya gotta trust me, though."
Egan had no idea how he was going to fulfil that promise; however, he would
work that out later. Kidnapping and raping that Marcie girl was out of the
question, she could identify Marky. He'd find another one for both him and Egan,
someone older, as he said, to show the boys the ropes on woman pleasing. Hell,
he himself could stand to lose his other virginity at his ripe old age of almost
twenty.
"Guess I have no choice, do I"
"Not really, dude! --I own you now, get used to it. Matter of fact, your
first customer waits you, . . . a very important one to me, --my father."
Mark looked at Egan like he had a scary eye in the middle of his forehead. "What?"
"I want you to have sex with my father. It will be good experience for you.
You’ll have to learn how to be a man-pleaser, and I can’t think of a better way
than with my dad. He’ll be gentle on you, show you what men want from ya."
Egan hadn’t even discussed his business prospect with his dad yet. The whole
concept of it was less than 12 hours old, but a lot of thought process went into
it and Egan thought it well thought out. Getting his dad a young boy to play
with would be a welcome surprise.
Egan didn’t give Mark a chance to deliberate; the van was on the road in the
direction of his house. He Mark complained that he had to get
home and cut the grass, Egan ignored it. He would have to learn to tell a few
fibs about his whereabouts, might as well start fresh. Egan promised to have him
home by supper time.
Mr. Miller was watching a recorded hockey game that he’d missed. The man was
a sports fanatic when it came to hockey, football and baseball. Even though he
knew the end result, he watched the recorded game play. Egan never shared his
father's passion, other than hockey, he liked hockey. The two would hoot and
holler, jump up and down at good plays and goals of their favourite teams.
Egan introduced Mark. Mr. Miller was already familiar with the object of his
son’s desire. Egan talked of the Adonis boy, and his description was not far off
the mark. The kid was gorgeous!
Mark asked to use the bathroom and Egan took the opportunity to fill his dad
in on his afternoon with the boy, and he reason for bringing him home. Dave, Mr.
Miller, was hard in an instant at the gift his son brought home to him. He
couldn’t wait to unwrap it like a xmas present, knowing what’s inside, but not
the make and model left for surprise.
Egan wasted no time. He unzipped his dad’s pants and hauled out his eight
inch meat and went down on it. When Mark walked back into the room, Egan grabbed
his arm and brought him down to his knees forcing his head down onto the large
cock. Egan began to strip Mark. Once the kid was naked, he left the two alone
and went to lie down. He was exhausted, having only two hours sleep before
Aaron’s mother put a started beating on him. The ecstasy that he consumed
all night and day keeping him alert had worn off.
Egan woke up at 8pm, found his dad naked in his chair watching a football
game. Naked himself, he plopped down on his dad’slap like a five-year old and
cuddled him. Egan never grew out of that warmth and secure feeling. He wasn’t a
fag, what he and his dad did together was manly shit, so was curling up with the
man, he knew he was too old for that, but he loved it.
"Your little friend was a lot of fun, hot looking boy!"
"Ya had him, obviously."
"Yup, got a blowjob and blew him. I drove him home in your van because his
bike was in there. --Good job, by way, you took your old man’s advice and
disabled his bike." Dave laughed snuggling his boy closer.
"Ya didn't fuck him?"
"Nah, he was scared enough when I took him into my bedroom. We just blew each
other. The kid sure can cum!"
Egan laughed, "Don’t I know it! --Listen, dad. I have a business idea that I
want to talk to you about."
to be continued . . .
then go for the kill, . . . have sex with him. "Attaboy, Marky! Told ya the
water was nice."
Egan was indeed happy he was skinny dipping for the first time in his life.
He liked the free feeling on his genitals bobbing around. He felt invigorated;
so natural that he felt as one-with-nature.’ He heard the birds chirping and
crickets clicking. A wonderful aura surrounded him, and he was getting a boner
for some strange reason. When Egan stood waist deep, Mark couldn’t help but
admire the man’s body. His long cock floated, and seemed quite large. Mark let
his inhibitions go, also stood waist deep, thankful that his erection had waned
to only a semi state. The water added a touch of privacy, but nonetheless,
he found it so cool to be carefree hanging naked with another dude chatting
idly about nothing in particular. He felt older than his age of almost thirteen.
Egan feasted his eyes on the boy’s lower extremities. The water marred a
clear view, but he could certainly tell the kid was circumcised, no surprise,
considering he was part Jewish. The length was about 4 inches. If Mark had any
pubic hair was an uncertainty. He was blond and surely were any his pubes that
he had might have blend into his pale crotch. Egan took Mark’s hand and led him
out of the water not bothering to stop and gather their clothes. Mark was
somewhat surprised at that, they should get dressed before going into the
van to smoke another joint.
Mark’s inhibitions returned sitting on the floor watching Egan roll a toke.
He let left a hand hang nonchalantly over his goods as they smoked.
"Well, guess this is a good a time as any to give ya that blowjob I owe ya!"
Egan snickered
Mark was perplexed; surely Egan wasn’t serious when he made that bet. "Nah,
that’s okay. I won’t hold ya to it." he laughed.
"I always pay my debts, --we made a bet and I lost. If you had of lost I
would have expected ya to own up to it. A deals a deal!"
Mark never sealed any such deal, and he was glad that he wasn’t the loser
after all. He saw Egan play with his big cock, watching it grow before his eyes.
He didn't know what to think, but the expanding cock was truly remarkable as it
peaked at about seven inches and almost as thick as his wrist. Mark’s own cock
reacted, as much as he tried to look away and think about strangling puppies and
slitting kitten’s throats, he couldn’t help but look at the teen/man stroking his meat.
Egan didn’t wait for Mark’s approval. He moved closer, removed the guarding
hand with effort and bend bent down to take the five-inch,
dill-pickle thick erection in his mouth. His first close up was not
disappointing, he knew that the boy was blessed with a nice cock and
large balls just by the way they showed prominently in his shorts. Mark did
have hair, blond, but was growing sparsely at the base of his dick in
variable lengths, another phase of puberty that far exceeded the young
Nicky that he had earlier and his brother who was well into a later phase
of manhood. He remembered Aaron’s ever changing body blooming before his
eyes, and had to laugh that he had ‘all four seasons’ in in different boys
in a matter of less than 24 hours.
Mark was taken off guard by Egan’s direct approach in paying off his debt. He
was nervous as hell, but had to admit the man’s mouth felt nice as did his hand
manipulating his balls. Mark had been jerking off for about a year, only cumming
about four months ago. although he enjoyed the self pleasure; dreaming of doing
nasty things to chesty Marcie Zimmerman from school, when Egan pushed him
to lay down, he began to think about Marcie sucking his cock, a fantasy he had yet
to have about the pretty brunette.
Mark was in seventh heaven, Egan not only sucked his cock that beat the hell
out of masturbation, he also sucked and licked his tender nuts ever so gently.
When he felt the tongue bath going lower, he almost screamed aloud when it
prodded his bum hole. Mark grasped the sheets and groaned which encouraged Egan
to give the boy one hell of a trip besides the ecstasy that he knew full well
was adding to the kid’s horny state of mind.
Egan decided to forego convincing Mark to blow him and move his agenda ahead.
He flipped Mark onto his tummy and placed a rolled sleeping bag under his torso.
He continued to drive the kid wild with his tongue as he lubed up his cock for a
surprise attack. The very relaxed Mark never suspected a thing until he felt the
sting. By then Egan had gained a few inches, his arms under the boy’s hips
slamming him to meet his cock drilling deeper with every thrust. He ignored
Mark’s protest, said something about the boy wearing his pants down his ass
begging to be fucked like the cock teaser he was.
None of it made sense to Mark, all he knew is that he was being ripped apart
and it hurt like hell. He struggled, but had nowhere to go, Egan’s arms already
hurt his hips and the more he squirmed, the more painful they were. He started
to cry.
Egan laughed, even little Nicky didn’t cry and took it like a man. It turned
him on; he was truly raping a boy at last and showed no mercy, even squeezing
Mark’s nuts to make him howl louder, music to his ears. Mark’s body went limp as
a rag doll giving up his fight which caused Egan to pound him relentlessly, his
own nuts hurt slapping Mark’s underside.
Egan had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, his balls ached from
the demand to produce more semen it seemed. He collapsed atop
on the sulky boy when the last of countless ejaculates tapered to a slight
pulsation still squeezing out fluid with a mind of its own.
"Damn, that was hot, buddy! You’re a great fuck, the best I’ve ever had."
"Get off me now." he whimpered, "Please?"
Egan obliged the request, pulled out and watched his cum drool from Mark’s
asshole. He wished Aaron was there, he would make him suck it out. The boy
claimed that he loved his cum, never wasted a drop when he blew him.
Egan wasn’t all that merciless; Mark deserved a decent blowjob for being such
a good sport. He rolled the boy onto his back and orally stimulated him to
erection after a long while. Once Mark got over things, he became a willing
player once again. His cream was delightful, sweet as watermelon, thought Egan.
His orgasm was also intense; Egan didn’t mind the kid grasping his hair with
both hands as he came a surprising load for his age. Even Aaron didn’t come
nearly as much.
Egan had a need to qualify that he wasn’t a fag. He asked Mark if he would
like to find a girl to fuck with him someday. Mark needed a little mind boost
that neither was he a fag, he told Mark about his dream girl, Marcie Zimmerman.
"Maybe we could pick her up and fuck her together, --ya know, rape her."
"Fuck yeah! That stuck up bitch deserves to be raped. She won’t give me the
time of day."
Egan rolled another joint and they smoked it lying on their sides. He admired
Mark’s body once again, his cock and balls hung over his left leg. By then Mark
couldn’t care less about his nudity, and suggested another swim as the van
was stifling hot. They horsed around, groped each other numerous times.
Back in the van, Egan was hard.
"Going to do a buddy a favour?" he asked, wagging his big cock.
Mark was very apprehensive. That pissed Egan off enough to grab the kid’s
neck and lower him to his crotch placing his erection at Mark’s lips. "Suck it,
--you owe me one!"
Mark’s neck hurt terribly, the teen was becoming mean again and he had no
choice but to open his mouth for fear of a beating. Egan released his hold, and
lay back and savoured the sight of Mark’s mouth full. Egan took Mark’s hand and
showed him what he wanted done, a simultaneous hand job in sync with his bobbing
mouth. Mark caught on quickly. Coming up for air, he vigorously masturbated Egan
and then went back down on him.
On one of his air intakes, he asked Egan not to cum in his mouth.
"Sure, pal. I promise." he lied, holding Mark’s head in place as he unloaded.
Egan bolted up and covered Mark’s mouth with his hand and told him to swallow.
"If yer going to suck a guy off, ya have to do it right. Cumming in your mouth
is non-negotiable, . . . got it?"
Mark shook nodded his head and swallowed.
When all was said and done, Mark asked to be taken home.
"Sure, buddy. --How would you like to make a lot of money?"
Mark’s interest perked, although he felt ashamed of himself. "How much? And
what do I have to do?"
"Sucking my cock wasn’t all that bad, right?"
"I, I guess not."
"And ya liked getting a blowjob, right?"
"Yeah, so what are ya getting at?"
"I know some men that are willing to pay a lot of money for a cute kid like
you." Egan was putting his cart before his horse; he didn’t quite have a client
base yet.
"No fucking way, dude!" he blasted, humiliated knowing what Egan was
insinuating. "I ain’t no fag, okay?"
"I never said you were, buddy. But a hundred bucks to let some old dude suck
your cock, or you suck his, . . . well, --talk about easy money."
"No way, dude! My parents buy me whatever I want. I ain’t sucking anyone’s
cock ever again!"
"Do you know Marty Stevens from school? Egan
asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah, the school bully, who doesn’t know him!"
"Well, what if he found out that you take cock up yer ass and suck them, too?"
"I don’t!" he spat, "You’re the only one, . . . you’re the only guy I did that with."
"If I told Marty that you did that with me, well, really doesn’t matter how
many guys ya did, the point is that ya did it. And trust me, Marty is my
neighbour and he'll believe every word I tell him about you."
Mark was so scared that he visibly shook. "You wouldn’t, that would be a lie,
you forced me to do those things!"
"Ya didn’t have to do anything, you agreed to everything, if memory serves me
right." Egan lied through his teeth. "You fagged me off, even Marty could
understand that a blowjob is a blowjob, and to cornhole some guy who allows ya,
well, --ya take it where ya can get it. Right?"
Mark was on the verge of tears. You wouldn’t start that rumour about me,
would ya?"
"Not if you attend a party next Friday. I’ll pick you up around seven. Be
clean. Oh, and wear something sexy, like those tiny white shorts you wear
cutting yer lawn."
Mark thought about that, he wore those old shorts rather than his designer
stuff, and how the fuck would Egan know?
"So do I tell Marty that yer a fag, or are you willing to come to that party
with me?"
"What do I have to do there, exactly?"
"Whatever the men want, --usually. The price goes up accordingly.
But I just want to show you off. Get their attention. I promise no one will
touch you. Consider yourself as window dressing for a business I want to start
up. Not to say that you won’t be having sex with men eventually, but it will be
private, not like the orgy party, no worries."
"I, I, I, can’t believe this!"
"Well little buddy, believe it. I’ll cut you in as a partner, open you a bank
account so that you don’t have a lot of cash at home for your parents to find
and question. You’ll have plenty of money to take Marcie out on a date, even
buy her nice gifts. You’ll get into her panties before ya know it!" he laughed.
"In the meantime, I’ll get ya laid by a chick, she'll teach ya how to treat a
woman so when the time is right, you lay Marcie, or any other girl ya set
your eyes on. Ya gotta trust me, though."
Egan had no idea how he was going to fulfil that promise; however, he would
work that out later. Kidnapping and raping that Marcie girl was out of the
question, she could identify Marky. He'd find another one for both him and Egan,
someone older, as he said, to show the boys the ropes on woman pleasing. Hell,
he himself could stand to lose his other virginity at his ripe old age of almost
twenty.
"Guess I have no choice, do I"
"Not really, dude! --I own you now, get used to it. Matter of fact, your
first customer waits you, . . . a very important one to me, --my father."
Mark looked at Egan like he had a scary eye in the middle of his forehead. "What?"
"I want you to have sex with my father. It will be good experience for you.
You’ll have to learn how to be a man-pleaser, and I can’t think of a better way
than with my dad. He’ll be gentle on you, show you what men want from ya."
Egan hadn’t even discussed his business prospect with his dad yet. The whole
concept of it was less than 12 hours old, but a lot of thought process went into
it and Egan thought it well thought out. Getting his dad a young boy to play
with would be a welcome surprise.
Egan didn’t give Mark a chance to deliberate; the van was on the road in the
direction of his house. He Mark complained that he had to get
home and cut the grass, Egan ignored it. He would have to learn to tell a few
fibs about his whereabouts, might as well start fresh. Egan promised to have him
home by supper time.
Mr. Miller was watching a recorded hockey game that he’d missed. The man was
a sports fanatic when it came to hockey, football and baseball. Even though he
knew the end result, he watched the recorded game play. Egan never shared his
father's passion, other than hockey, he liked hockey. The two would hoot and
holler, jump up and down at good plays and goals of their favourite teams.
Egan introduced Mark. Mr. Miller was already familiar with the object of his
son’s desire. Egan talked of the Adonis boy, and his description was not far off
the mark. The kid was gorgeous!
Mark asked to use the bathroom and Egan took the opportunity to fill his dad
in on his afternoon with the boy, and he reason for bringing him home. Dave, Mr.
Miller, was hard in an instant at the gift his son brought home to him. He
couldn’t wait to unwrap it like a xmas present, knowing what’s inside, but not
the make and model left for surprise.
Egan wasted no time. He unzipped his dad’s pants and hauled out his eight
inch meat and went down on it. When Mark walked back into the room, Egan grabbed
his arm and brought him down to his knees forcing his head down onto the large
cock. Egan began to strip Mark. Once the kid was naked, he left the two alone
and went to lie down. He was exhausted, having only two hours sleep before
Aaron’s mother put a started beating on him. The ecstasy that he consumed
all night and day keeping him alert had worn off.
Egan woke up at 8pm, found his dad naked in his chair watching a football
game. Naked himself, he plopped down on his dad’slap like a five-year old and
cuddled him. Egan never grew out of that warmth and secure feeling. He wasn’t a
fag, what he and his dad did together was manly shit, so was curling up with the
man, he knew he was too old for that, but he loved it.
"Your little friend was a lot of fun, hot looking boy!"
"Ya had him, obviously."
"Yup, got a blowjob and blew him. I drove him home in your van because his
bike was in there. --Good job, by way, you took your old man’s advice and
disabled his bike." Dave laughed snuggling his boy closer.
"Ya didn't fuck him?"
"Nah, he was scared enough when I took him into my bedroom. We just blew each
other. The kid sure can cum!"
Egan laughed, "Don’t I know it! --Listen, dad. I have a business idea that I
want to talk to you about."
to be continued . . .
CHAPTER 6
Egan had told him that Egan lay in his father’s arms in bed. The only man that
would ever fuck him took him once again to oblivion. He loved his dad’s cock, in
his mouth or up his bum. He never tired of the man. He was his dad’s fag, no one
else’s.
The events of the day before, and his business plan. Dave was
all for it. Until then, Egan never knew that his father was a member of a
boy-love site on the internet, not just anyone could tap into the very
clandestine website with well over 40,000 members worldwide. If you were
travelling anywhere in the world, you could hook up with a little girl or boy
through those same connections. David always thought that North America
lacked in providing the same supply and demand.
His son’s business plan made total sense. Breaking into the market would be
the problem. Dave knew that there were thousands of men that craved anonymous
sex with not only young girls, but boys, as well. Many didn’t care about gender,
per se. He would do his part and advertise boys-for-rent.
The following Friday, he took along Aaron, Kyle, Nicky and Mark to the
apartment. In the hallway he had them strip down to their g-strings that his
father bought. Mr Miller taught his son about accounting, the man’s purchase was
a loan on paper, a debt on the ledger. The other side of the page was profits,
yet blank.
The boys had strict instructions to mingle amongst the men, but no sex
allowed. He, himself did sales work with the perverts, handed them a business
card, another expense listed on the P&L report as an expense paid for by his
father. The cards read, "Boys-R-Us" with Egan’s new cell phone number
provided by dear old dad.
All was going well with solicitation until Chad and Jason caught on to what
he was doing. All five were escorted out by a very large man that Egan had not
seen before. The boys retrieved their stashed clothes from the tiny garbage
chute room and they were on their way still pulling on clothes.
Egan took all four home for an orgy with his father. Each had told a fib to
their parents of where they were crashing that night. Mr. Miller was in his
glory like a kid in a candy store. Every age of pubescent development, starting
with hairless Nicky, sprouting Mark, blossoming Aaron and Kyle. It was more of a
classroom environment, an employee training seminar on the likes and dislikes of
men. Mr. Miller put them all through a round of scenarios, from licking ass to
sucking cock and balls, to nibbling nipples, all things men enjoy.
They practiced on each other under the watchful eye of Mr Miller. Each were
told they would get $50 cash for their efforts, and a promise of a whole lot
more down the road if they played their cards right. Dave also threw in a $200
finder’s fee for anyone who brought new boys aboard their private enterprise;
each was going to be set up with a bank account and a debit card and a maximum
daily withdrawal limit as precautionary measure. Nosy mothers might stumble upon
large amounts of cash and all hell would break loose with a lot of
explaining.
The training went on all night long. Mr. Miller taught each, whether they
were seasoned or not, the fine art of pleasing a man. He fucked each one, not
cumming, just to feel a man’s cock up their ass, although his son had had them
all that way. He was very proud of Egan for scoring so many good looking
boys.
* * *
Mr. Miller’s efforts on the internet paid off almost immediately. An Arab
Diplomat wanted a boy around twelve. He would be in town on business the
following week. The man agreed on $500 for a blow job. Giving a boy a BJ would
cost an additional $100, and if the man was so inclined, a fuck would cost
between $800, and $1,000 to do whatever he wanted and keep the kid
overnight.
Egan and his dad were overwhelmed at the emails coming in throughout the week
from men wanting a boy. Most didn’t care about age, under 14 would do for most.
Many also went so far as asking for prepubescent boys, seven or eight years-old.
Perhaps Mr. Miller and son would expand the business one day to include tailor
made orders.
The Arab was staying at the Sheraton Hotel. Egan chose Kyle for their first
sex rendezvous with a client. The man had upgraded his request to an all nighter
with a boy. Kyle was outfitted in a in a baseball uniform complete with cap. Mr.
Miller’s idea, promote the innocent boy image. They had also shaved off his few
pubes as the man requested he be hairless if possible. Kyle wasn’t too happy
about that, but business was business.
Suite 2701 took up almost the whole floor. Egan wouldn’t get to see
the inside the suite, he would only drop off Kyle, collect the
money cash on delivery. To say he and Kyle weren’t nervous knocking on the door
would be an understatement. The man was nice looking, around 35. He was clad in
only a white satin robe and slippers. Egan was sure the man was naked under the
robe, that thought was reinforced when the man eyed Kyle up and down and his
cock got hard and peeked out of the folds. He wasn’t large, perhaps average, and
cut, The Arab handed an envelope to Egan who beat a hasty retreat only saying
that he would return for the boy at 8am.
Egan had never seen a thousand dollars in cash and counted it as soon as he
got back to his van. Kyle would get two hundred of it deposited in his bank
account, a fortune to a twelve year-old. The boys would never know the prices
paid by clients, only their cut of the deal, which varied depending on services
performed.
Kyle was dead tired the next morning when Egan collected him. He had been
awake all night snorting coke doing everything imaginable with the Arab. The man
even had Kyle fuck him. Viagra ensured the night long activity for both. To
Egan’s surprise, the man had given Kyle a $100 tip. The kid was then hooked,
three-hundred bucks for a night of sucking and fucking and all the cocaine he
could want.
A businessman from Chicago was next. An all nighter with a boy as young as
possible. Nicky was outfitted in a cub-scout uniform for that encounter at the
Radisson Hotel Saturday night. The man was in his 50s, short and chubby.
According to Nicky, the man had a "horse" cock that hurt like hell and his jaw
ached from sucking it numerous times, as well, the man used Viagra to get his
money's worth. He didn’t tip, however.
Egan had a nice $1,600 in his account for doing very little in one weekend.
The orders for boys were coming in droves. School nights were a problem,
restricted to quickies as he didn’t want the boys sneaking out of their homes
for an overnighter and end up falling asleep in class. That was Mr. Miller’s
advice to his son. "Don’t get greedy at the boys’ expense."
Aaron had his first trick that week. A Wednesday night blowjob given to a man
in his 70’s at his home. Egan had decided on a soccer uniform, the shorts much
too small. The wardrobes came from his own closet, the boys all contributed old
clothing that now hung in Egan’s closet, including Barney and
Spiderman underpants worn mostly by Nicky.
Mark’s first date was a man in his 30s. A movie star that both he and Egan
recognized from ‘Star Planet’ when the man opened the door. He was very
nice, even invited Egan into his suite for a cocktail which evolved into a
three-way, the man getting more for his buck than normal, but who could resist
having sex with Tye Jenkins! Mark was late getting home that Tuesday night, but
getting in shit was worth it.
Business was booming. Egan needed more boys if he was going to fill all the
orders for the next month. Kyle was the obvious choice for recruiting. He and
Nicky led a life in the projects housing bordering downtown. Two-hundred dollar
finder’s fee for every boy he brought into the operation. His eight year old
cousin, Jeff, would be a money maker for sure. Egan would have to shop for a
little cowboy get-up for him.
Egan and his dad immensely enjoyed breaking in the newbie’s, usually Kyle
participated giving the boys a certain comfort level. Each were given a $200
signup bonus to pique their interest. Six were added; almost all were twelve and
each in various phases of puberty. Adding to their training, clients got two
boys for the price of one so as Kyle could show them the ropes first hand. The
advantage of those boys was that they would hardly be missed at home; all were
from single mom, welfare families with many siblings. Two were twin brothers,
another bonus selling feature. They had been touching each other since toddlers
and over the last several months admitted to sucking each other off most every
night in their shared bed. Five inch cut cocks made them especially marketable.
Fucking each other was the only real training needed. At their request, they
would be made available only as a pair.
Artistic, erotic nude photos were taken of each boy for the web site, not
explicit, mostly; their genitals were covered by a toy, or the way they were
posed. Mr. Miller claimed that they had to leave something to the imagination of
clients, nor did he want the photos to be pornographic, that would only be made
available live and in person with the client. He also stipulated strict rules of
conduct on the net. NO bondage, S&M, fisting, water sports or sex toys to be
used on the boys without prior consent and at an additional charge.
Safety was Dave’s priority and he went so far as invest in panic bracelets
like senior citizens wore in case of emergency, placed on a boy’s wrist before
delivery and programmed to ring Kyle’s cell phone. Hopefully they would never
have to be used. Dave was no fool and being in the private investigation field,
did thorough background checks on new clients, and if he was the least bit
suspicious, they were denied. Almost all were word of mouth recommendations from
clients becoming regulars There would be no other way of finding the web site
unless someone stumbled upon it, and the chances of that were very slim, but a
threat nonetheless.
Egan really didn’t want to whore out Aaron, he was special and always had
been. Only in a pinch did he supply the kid to clients. Mark was the biggest
problem of availability with his strict parents monitoring him. However, he was
useful for daytime weekend trysts. Over nighters only if scheduled well in
advance that he could fib and say he was staying over at a friend’s place.
Namely Aaron’s home with the phone number provided to parents and posted on the
fridge was actually that of Mr. Miller’s home. That became customary with any
boy that might be missed needing an excuse to stay out for the night.
One weekend Egan ran his ass off delivering and picking up boys at all hours
of the day and night. He supplied boys to princes, politicians, movie and rock
stars, powerful executives and plain hard working men who saved up for the
experience of finally making their dreams come true in some seedy motel. Egan’s
bank account after two months in business was exceeding $30,000. His father
advised him to open accounts at various banks as regular large cash deposits
might draw unwanted attention. He bought himself a new used van, fully
camperized compete with the extended roof that a person could stand up in.
One day Egan wanted to treat his father for his fiftieth birthday. He didn’t
schedule any boys for that particular Saturday night special occasion. Ten naked
boys in a mass orgy doing dad and him as well as each other was the ultimate
gift the man had ever received. Egan paid each one accordingly.
Egan still had an outstanding debt to Mark and Kyle. Getting them laid by a
girl was long overdue and would be a morale booster. One night he loaded the
boys, including Aaron, into the van and they went on the prowl for a young girl.
Getting cold feet on snatching one off the street, Egan drove to the hooker
stroll and circled the block several times until he spotted a whore of about
seventeen.
Crystal was a pretty, petite blond girl with large tits. She looked at her
perspective, exceptionally young, eager clients huddled gawking at her over the
back of Egan’s driver seat and laughed.
"I ain’t no daycare teacher, sunshine!" she remarked. "However you look
handsome and fuckable. At least you would have a dick worth fucking!" she
laughed snidely.
Money does talk, in no time Egan had negotiated an exorbitant price and she
was sitting in the passenger seat shaking her head at the young ages she was
going to fuck. Egan drove to behind the Safeway store and parked. He was finally
going to lose his virginity, --if he could get it up. Egan remained in his
seat.
In the back of the van, a very amused Crystal kicked off her high heels and
peeled off her skimpy halter top. All three boys sitting side by side on the
bench seat dropped their jaws when she began to playfully mash each one’s red
face in her bosom and shake the large jello-like tits that slapped their heads.
Next, she removed her black leather mini skirt exposing her manicured muff. She
danced very suggestively, fingering herself and massaging her boobs.
Crystal hauled Kyle to his feet to dance with her. The embarrassed boy made a
few awkward dance steps and became even more red-faced when she started to
undress him on her knees but still dancing. She kissed him full on the lips, her
tongue deep in his mouth as she opened his jeans and put her hand inside.
"My, my, you are a big boy." she gasped, Kyle’s beaming smile said it all.
Crystal lowered his pants and licked her way down his chest and belly finally
taking his cock in her mouth. Egan got hard, much to his relief, and moved to
sit with the mesmerized boys. Kyle came prematurely, Crystal spat it out and
laughed. She then set her sights on Egan. She wasted no time pulling down his
pants and engulfing his erection.
"Now that’s a man cock!" she paused to complement. Moments later she sat on
Egan’s manhood and fucked him in a seated position. He couldn’t help but think
that boys were a tighter, nicer fuck. He was losing his erection and cursed
himself. He had an image to uphold, he wasn’t a fag. He needed stimulation and
told the boys to strip naked and Kyle to suck off the two very erect boys.
That seemed to turn Crystal on as it did Egan who boned up from a semi and
met the girl’s thrusts like a man should, even sucked her tits for good measure.
He knew that he wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, her pussy had very little grip
enough to stimulate him to orgasm. He faked it. Crystal didn’t seem to question
it and lay on the floor where the three boys took turns fucking her even though
they came in her mouth being sucked awaiting their turn. Egan always jokingly
maintained that boys didn’t have balls, they were actually Duracell battery
packs that kept them going and going like the commercials with the mechanical
bunny rabbit.
Egan had done his part. Got the boys laid as promised and played his part as
a bisexual well. The kids were proud of themselves, high-fiving each other on
losing their virginity to an older woman. Egan was horney and initiated a orgy
where each boy sat on his cock and rode him one by one, a hard cock in his
mouth, totally uncharacteristic for him in public, he wasn’t a fag, even daring
to have Kyle fuck him from behind as he fucked Mark at the same time. It was a
little awkward at first, but they got into a heated rhythm.
The other boys were working and Egan had to collect a few of them who were
spending the night with their trick. His dad insisted that Egan speak to each
man afterward to ensure customer satisfaction had been met, he would have
preferred to have the boys stand outside the hotel or motel waiting for him. So
far, all were very pleased and would be seeking further encounters with the same
boy, or try others.
The twelve year old twins were a huge success, $2,500 dollars a night, no
quickies, as was eight year-old Jeff, $1.200 for a night, no short term
sessions. Jeff was an amazing kid, very likable, always jovial who giggled a
lot. He could take the largest of cock up his ass and still keep on giggling.
Egan swore that that kid has no nerves in his rectum. He turned out to be a true
man-pleaser and had the intuition on how to suck cock. Egan scored well
recruiting him. He and dad had taken many boys to for a test ride and rejected
many that they felt just wouldn’t fit the organization due to attitude problems.
However, the two had a blast interviewing the many boys Kyle brought around, his
finder’s fee paramount as motivation.
Business boomed. Word of mouth and internet advertising in the right discrete
places had more clientele than they could supply boys for. One man wanted five
boys for a whole week aboard his yacht to entertain his guests. Mr. Miller
managed to push the man’s itinerary a few weeks ahead when school would be out
for the summer. The man couldn't have been more sympathetic for the reasons and
agreed to the last week in June. He tossed in another boy for the man’s
convenience. All the boys told parents or guardians that they were going on a
camping trip with an underprivileged youth organization. The Reverend David
Miller was used as a contact should any adult need verification: --not one
did.
$50,000 in cash for six boys was a basement bargain deal, however a boat load
of paedophiles could only bring in future customers, Egan reasoned. Kyle, Nicky,
Aaron and the twins as well as one of the promising new boys, Kevin, were going
on a sex cruise and were excited about it. Egan was going as well. His dad told
the man in charge that the boys needed a chaperone to ensure their safety and
keep them in line. The man accepted the deal.
"WOW!" the boys exclaimed in unison seeing the yacht tied to pier 31. Mr.
Miller was envious of the kids going on a cruise aboard the luxurious yacht and
watched as his son led his pack of whores, aged between 10 - thirteen up the
gangway like goslings following the mother goose. Each had a small matching
Elmo backpack that Egan had purchased containing personal items, but he
doubted the change of underwear and socks would be necessary. Nor would their
cute little sailor suits before long, come to think of it. He had to hand it to
his son, he never failed to come up with appropriate costumes to accentuate
youth.
Dave couldn’t wait around any longer, he had two boys to pick up and deliver
to the Radisson Hotel for the night where a man from Greece was treating his
sixteen year old nephew for his birthday. Both boys looked foolish barefoot and
dressed in togas passing through the lobby, but Egan had insisted upon it.
* * *
Egan and the boys were met shipboard by a butler and directed to a stateroom
to await orders. They were fed hot-dogs and burgers, a vat of pop and beer
chilled in the corner. The beer was a nice nerve calmer, although he didn’t
allow the boys to over indulge. He corrected shirt-tails hanging out, sagging
white socks and re-tied shoelaces. A dusting of blush on their cheeks brought
out their youthful appearance.
The owner of the mini ‘Queen Mary.’ christened, "Urchin of the Sea,"
and host for the week stopped by for a visit and welcomed them aboard the ship.
Egan recognized the handsome man immediately, none other than the famous
football star, Peter Graves! Egan was gaga, the big man laughed and ruffled his
hair knowing that he was recognized, put his finger to his lips good naturedly
indicating anonymity.
"Hot damn! You are a cute one, Egor!"
"E, Egan, sir."
"Egor, Aden, Egan, --whatever! I’ll be seeing a lot of you this week." the
man said suggestively and walked out of the room.
Egan was astounded; Peter Graves thought he was nice looking. Out of the six
younger boys in the room, he flirted with Egan. Egan had a gut feeling about
where he was going to spend his nights. He even resigned himself that he would
be a fag for the week and do whatever Mr. Graves wanted him to do. Even Aaron
noticed the undertones and punched his big buddy in the arm.
Two hours later, they felt the ship get under way and the shoreline passing
by the porthole. Although none of the boys ever had to make a quick exit from a
hotel if things went sour, thankfully that never happened, they knew they would
be trapped with nowhere to go aboard ship. They had yet to even meet their
tricks aside from Mr. Graves, who appeared as a nice man smitten on Egan. They
kept their thoughts to themselves.
What seemed like forever, and no land in sight, the butler appeared and led
the troop of sailor boys down the long gangway into a grand salon of oak and
smoked mirrors and fine furniture. Egan noticed the bar, four shelves stocked
with every conceivable brand of liquor. Twenty men fell silent when the boys
were paraded in, then a round of applause ensued and the boys were whisked away
to sit at tables with groups of four of five men and the din of conversation
started once again as if the lads weren’t even present.
Egan sat at the bar, the shepherd watching his flock. He heard men talk of
acquisitions, hostile takeovers, puppet governments and politics. He knew
without a doubt that the men were movers and shakers in a global economy. He
recognized two senators from TV, a very popular lawyer who defended JJ Sampson,
the famous ball player who was accused of murdering his wife, and an actor who
played in a weekly series, ‘Destination Mars’. Peter Graves sat down next
to him and Egan forgot about picking out any more famous people.
"You look like a fish out of water." Graves giggled. "Don’t worry, your boys
are safe with these men." He swiped a hand around the room, "See, --they are so
preoccupied with business each trying to impress the other that the gorgeous
cherubs in their midst are only secondary at the moment."
"Are they all your friends?" Egan asked.
Peter laughed and leaned into Egan’s face, "Let’s just say that they are all
powerful men best kept on your good side who have a certain . . . fetish for
children, --girls and boys alike."
Egan dared ask, "And how did you know these men had . . . those
tendencies?"
"In order to survive in this world, especially when your career as an athlete
is in its final stage, and you will retire a millionaire, a man needs to invest
his money wisely. And finding trustworthy men to invest with is a challenge. I
decided to test the waters and dangle a carrot. Any man is vulnerable to the
allurement of youth if dropped on their lap. You do your homework. Some like
girls, others like boys, or some like both. Either way, I know their most
intimate secrets and they would never screw me around. Knowledge is power, young
man, --keep your friends close and your enemy even closer."
"So you don’t get off on boys, yourself?"
"I get off on boys, as well as young men your age. I don’t think many of the
men here would pass up an opportunity to bed you, either. You’re very hot
looking. I’ve bought and paid for every one of them, but I would be more than
willing to pay an additional price for a go with you, too!"
Egan was blown away. One of his biggest idols was coming on to him in no
uncertain terms. Other than his dad, Egan had never been interested in older
men, until then. "No -no charge necessary sir." he managed to say looking down
at his feet. "Hell, I’d be honoured!"
Peter Graves stateroom was huge, above deck with picture windows. Egan wasn’t
a big fan on kissing guys; after all, he wasn’t a fag. However, Peter’s tongue
rapture of his mouth, he found himself returning the intimacy as he was being
stripped by the hunky man. Peter tossed him onto the bed to remove the downed
jeans, shoes and socks and began to strip himself naked.
Egan had a preconceived image of his sports hero being very well endowed to
match his macho image. When the man pulled down his boxers and stepped out of
them exposing his fully nude muscular body, he was somewhat disillusioned seeing
the man’s genitalia. A slender four-inch erect cut dick and tiny balls
inconsistently deceived his masculine aura,some of the boys had bigger dicks
than that. However the manly man didn’t seem concerned that he was well below
average.
Egan was shaking his head in disbelief watching as the super hero went down
on him with a gusto reserved for cock lovers, and Peter was certainly one of
those, and very pleased with what Egan had to offer. A short while later, not
bothering to lube Egan’s large cock, Graves impaled himself on it and rode him,
his tiny cock bouncing to and fro like a spring door-stop and began to spurt cum
over Egan’s chest and belly without the man even touching himself. When Egan
told him he was ready to cum, as requested by Peter, he was back down on him in
an instant milking the teenager’s hefty load with his mouth.
The two chatted afterward, "Egan asked, "Are you gay Mr. Graves?"
Peter advised Egan that there were plenty of sports celebrities into kinky
sex with guys. "When ya spend ¾ of yer life with the guys on the road, --well,
nights get lonely sometimes and roommates get it on. It’s all very discrete. Sex
is a great stress reliever. Coaches and owners are very strict on players
fucking around with women on road trips, but turn a blind eye to the guys
getting it on together." he paused and chuckled, "Ya oughta see some of our
rookie hazing tactics! --But to answer your question, I guess I like cock more
than pussy, and I’ve had my fair share of each."
Egan learned that Graves didn’t own the ship, that the team owners did and
made it available to players and their guests complete with a discrete skeleton
crew and a chef.
"When in international waters, there are no laws about sex with kids. No
-one- particular country has legal jurisdiction. The key is discretion on home
soil, compete secrecy; even their wives and secretaries don’t know where they
are. Strict rules are: --no sex until open waters and all sex play beneath deck
for fear of spy satellites. We don’t worry much about nudity around the swimming
pool, though."
"Are there many sex cruises going on?"
"Mostly, the entertainment is adult whores, however, last year I was invited
for a sex cruise with girls as young as twelve supplied by a guy in Thailand
who’s in the business just like you. --Except I hate wearing rubbers, at least
boys don’t get pregnant!" he laughed. "That’s where I got the idea for a boy
cruise, and having home grown, all American boys, --or girls, is very unique, if
not unheard of. Asian countries are notorious suppliers in the child-sex market.
Play your cards right and stay under the radar with boys, and you’ll be a very
wealthy young man, Egan."
Egan had absolutely no plans of adding girls to his growing enterprise,
anyway. Not only that he wouldn’t know where to begin recruiting them, but as
Gravers confirmed, girls were much riskier than boys and would be very high
maintenance, as well.
It was getting late in the afternoon and Egan had a strip and sex show to put
on and then auction off the boys, the highest bidder got a night with his boy.
That was the deal Peter Graves struck with his dad to offset his own expenses.
They would split anything in excess of the $50,000 already paid. Every day they
would hold a new auction. It was also agreed that after displaying the boys
fully naked, they would remain that way the entire time as eye candy. Nooners
could be arranged for a fee, as well. Each man would have a boy{s} based on his
affordability.
to be continued . . .
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chapter 5
Chapter Five
Egan was pleased that his plan was going well. Get him stoned, get him naked,
then go for the kill, . . . have sex with him. "Attaboy, Marky! Told ya the
water was nice."
Egan was indeed happy he was skinny dipping for the first time in his life.
He liked the free feeling on his genitals bobbing around. He felt invigorated;
so natural that he felt as ‘one-with-nature.’ He heard the birds chirping and
crickets clicking. A wonderful aura surrounded him, and he was getting a boner
for some strange reason. When Egan stood waist deep, Mark couldn’t help but
admire the man’s body. His long cock floated, and seemed quite large. Mark let
his inhibitions go, also stood waist deep, thankful that his erection had waned
to only a semi state. The water added a touch of privacy, but
nonetheless, he found it so cool to be carefree hanging naked with another dude
chatting idly about nothing in particular. He felt older than his age of almost
thirteen.
Egan feasted his eyes on the boy’s lower extremities. The water marred a
clear view, but he could certainly tell the kid was circumcised, no surprise,
considering he was part Jewish. The length was about 4 inches. If Mark had any
pubic hair was an uncertainty. He was blond and surely were any
his pubes that he had might have blend into
his pale crotch. Egan took Mark’s hand and led him out of the water not
bothering to stop and gather their clothes. Mark was somewhat surprised at that,
they should get dressed before going into the van to smoke another joint.
Mark’s inhibitions returned sitting on the floor watching Egan roll a toke.
He let left a hand hang nonchalantly over his goods as they
smoked.
"Well, guess this is a good a time as any to give ya that blowjob I owe ya!"
Egan snickered
Mark was perplexed; surely Egan wasn’t serious when he made that bet. "Nah,
that’s okay. I won’t hold ya to it." he laughed.
"I always pay my debts, --we made a bet and I lost. If you had of lost I
would have expected ya to own up to it. A deals a deal!"
Mark never sealed any such deal, and he was glad that he wasn’t the loser
after all. He saw Egan play with his big cock, watching it grow before his eyes.
He didn't know what to think, but the expanding cock was truly remarkable as it
peaked at about seven inches and almost as thick as his wrist. Mark’s own cock
reacted, as much as he tried to look away and think about strangling puppies and
slitting kitten’s throats, he couldn’t help but look at the teen/man stroking
his meat.
Egan didn’t wait for Mark’s approval. He moved closer, removed the guarding
hand with effort and bend bent down to take the five-inch,
dill-pickle thick erection in his mouth. His first close up was not
disappointing, he knew that the boy was blessed with a nice cock and large balls
just by the way they showed prominently in his shorts. Mark did have hair,
blond, but was growing sparsely at the base of his dick in variable lengths,
another phase of puberty that far exceeded the young Nicky that he had earlier
and his brother who was well into a later phase of manhood. He remembered
Aaron’s ever changing body blooming before his eyes, and had to laugh that he
had ‘all four seasons’ in in different boys in a matter
of less than 24 hours.
Mark was taken off guard by Egan’s direct approach in paying off his debt. He
was nervous as hell, but had to admit the man’s mouth felt nice as did his hand
manipulating his balls. Mark had been jerking off for about a year, only cumming
about four months ago. although he enjoyed the self pleasure; dreaming of doing
nasty things to chesty Marcie Zimmerman from school, when Egan pushed him
to lay down, he began to think about Marcie sucking his cock, a
fantasy he had yet to have about the pretty brunette.
Mark was in seventh heaven, Egan not only sucked his cock that beat the hell
out of masturbation, he also sucked and licked his tender nuts ever so gently.
When he felt the tongue bath going lower, he almost screamed aloud when it
prodded his bum hole. Mark grasped the sheets and groaned which encouraged Egan
to give the boy one hell of a trip besides the ecstasy that he knew full well
was adding to the kid’s horny state of mind.
Egan decided to forego convincing Mark to blow him and move his agenda ahead.
He flipped Mark onto his tummy and placed a rolled sleeping bag under his torso.
He continued to drive the kid wild with his tongue as he lubed up his cock for a
surprise attack. The very relaxed Mark never suspected a thing until he felt the
sting. By then Egan had gained a few inches, his arms under the boy’s hips
slamming him to meet his cock drilling deeper with every thrust. He ignored
Mark’s protest, said something about the boy wearing his pants down his ass
begging to be fucked like the cock teaser he was.
None of it made sense to Mark, all he knew is that he was being ripped apart
and it hurt like hell. He struggled, but had nowhere to go, Egan’s arms already
hurt his hips and the more he squirmed, the more painful they were. He started
to cry.
Egan laughed, even little Nicky didn’t cry and took it like a man. It turned
him on; he was truly raping a boy at last and showed no mercy, even squeezing
Mark’s nuts to make him howl louder, music to his ears. Mark’s body went limp as
a rag doll giving up his fight which caused Egan to pound him relentlessly, his
own nuts hurt slapping Mark’s underside.
Egan had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, his balls ached from
the demand to produce more semen it seemed. He collapsed atop
on the sulky boy when the last of countless ejaculates tapered to a slight
pulsation still squeezing out fluid with a mind of its own.
"Damn, that was hot, buddy! You’re a great fuck, the best I’ve ever had."
"Get off me now." he whimpered. "Please?"
Egan obliged the request, pulled out and watched his cum drool from Mark’s
asshole. He wished Aaron was there, he would make him suck it out. The boy
claimed that he loved his cum, never wasted a drop when he blew him.
Egan wasn’t all that merciless; Mark deserved a decent blowjob for being such
a good sport. He rolled the boy onto his back and orally stimulated him to
erection after a long while. Once Mark got over things, he became a willing
player once again. His cream was delightful, sweet as watermelon, thought Egan.
His orgasm was also intense; Egan didn’t mind the kid grasping his hair with
both hands as he came a surprising load for his age. Even Aaron didn’t come
nearly as much.
Egan had a need to qualify that he wasn’t a fag. He asked Mark if he would
like to find a girl to fuck with him someday. Mark needed a little mind boost
that neither was he a fag, he told Mark about his dream girl, Marcie
Zimmerman.
"Maybe we could pick her up and fuck her together, --ya know, rape her."
"Fuck yeah! That stuck up bitch deserves to be raped. She won’t give me the
time of day."
Egan rolled another joint and they smoked it lying on their sides. He admired
Mark’s body once again, his cock and balls hung over his left leg. By then Mark
couldn’t care less about his nudity, and suggested another swim as the van was
stifling hot. They horsed around, groped each other numerous times. Back in the
van, Egan was hard.
"Going to do a buddy a favour?" he asked, wagging his big cock.
Mark was very apprehensive. That pissed Egan off enough to grab the kid’s
neck and lower him to his crotch placing his erection at Mark’s lips. "Suck it,
--you owe me one!"
Mark’s neck hurt terribly, the teen was becoming mean again and he had no
choice but to open his mouth for fear of a beating. Egan released his hold, and
lay back and savoured the sight of Mark’s mouth full. Egan took Mark’s hand and
showed him what he wanted done, a simultaneous hand job in sync with his bobbing
mouth. Mark caught on quickly. Coming up for air, he vigorously masturbated Egan
and then went back down on him.
On one of his air intakes, he asked Egan not to cum in his mouth.
"Sure, pal. I promise." he lied, holding Mark’s head in place as he unloaded.
Egan bolted up and covered Mark’s mouth with his hand and told him to swallow.
"If yer going to suck a guy off, ya have to do it right. Cumming in your mouth
is non-negotiable, . . . got it?"
Mark shook nodded his head and swallowed.
When all was said and done, Mark asked to be taken home.
"Sure, buddy. --How would you like to make a lot of money?"
Mark’s interest perked, although he felt ashamed of himself. "How much? And
what do I have to do?"
"Sucking my cock wasn’t all that bad, right?"
"I, I guess not."
"And ya liked getting a blowjob, right?"
"Yeah, so what are ya getting at?"
"I know some men that are willing to pay a lot of money for a cute kid like
you." Egan was putting his cart before his horse; he didn’t quite have a client
base yet.
"No fucking way, dude!" he blasted, humiliated knowing what Egan was
insinuating. "I ain’t no fag, okay?"
"I never said you were, buddy. But a hundred bucks to let some old dude suck
your cock, or you suck his, . . . well, --talk about easy money."
"No way, dude! My parents buy me whatever I want. I ain’t sucking anyone’s
cock ever again!"
"Do you know Marty Stevens from school? Egan asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah, the school bully, who doesn’t know him!"
"Well, what if he found out that you take cock up yer ass and suck them,
too?"
"I don’t!" he spat, "You’re the only one, . . . you’re the only guy I did
that with."
"If I told Marty that you did that with me, well, really doesn’t matter how
many guys ya did, the point is that ya did it. And trust me, Marty is my
neighbour and he'll believe every word I tell him about you."
Mark was so scared that he visibly shook. "You wouldn’t, that would be a lie,
you forced me to do those things!"
"Ya didn’t have to do anything, you agreed to everything, if memory serves me
right." Egan lied through his teeth. "You fagged me off, even Marty could
understand that a blowjob is a blowjob, and to cornhole some guy who allows ya,
well, --ya take it where ya can get it. Right?"
Mark was on the verge of tears. You wouldn’t start that rumour about me,
would ya?"
"Not if you attend a party next Friday. I’ll pick you up around seven. Be
clean. Oh, and wear something sexy, like those tiny white shorts you wear
cutting yer lawn."
Mark thought about that, he wore those old shorts rather than his designer
stuff, and how the fuck would Egan know?
"So do I tell Marty that yer a fag, or are you willing to come to that party
with me?"
"What do I have to do there, exactly?"
"Whatever the men want, --usually. The price goes up accordingly.
But I just want to show you off. Get their attention. I promise no one will
touch you. Consider yourself as window dressing for a business I want to start
up. Not to say that you won’t be having sex with men eventually, but it will be
private, not like the orgy party, no worries."
"I, I, I, can’t believe this!"
"Well little buddy, believe it. I’ll cut you in as a partner, open you a bank
account so that you don’t have a lot of cash at home for your parents to find
and question. You’ll have plenty of money to tale take Marcie
out on a date, even buy her nice gifts. You’ll get into her panties before ya
know it!" he laughed. "In the meantime, I’ll get ya laid by a chick, she'll
teach ya how to treat a woman so when the time is right, you lay Marcie, or any
other girl ya set your eyes on. Ya gotta trust me, though."
Egan had no idea how he was going to fulfil that promise; however, he would
work that out later. Kidnapping and raping that Marcie girl was out of the
question, she could identify Marky. He'd find another one for both him and Egan,
someone older, as he said, to show the boys the ropes on woman pleasing. Hell,
he himself could stand to lose his other virginity at his ripe old age of almost
twenty.
"Guess I have no choice, do I"
"Not really, dude! --I own you now, get used to it. Matter of fact, your
first customer waits you, . . . a very important one to me, --my father."
Mark looked at Egan like he had a scary eye in the middle of his forehead.
"What?"
"I want you to have sex with my father. It will be good experience for you.
You’ll have to learn how to be a man-pleaser, and I can’t think of a better way
than with my dad. He’ll be gentle on you, show you what men want from ya."
Egan hadn’t even discussed his business prospect with his dad yet. The whole
concept of it was less than 12 hours old, but a lot of thought process went into
it and Egan thought it well thought out. Getting his dad a young boy to play
with would be a welcome surprise.
Egan didn’t give Mark a chance to deliberate; the van was on the road in the
direction of his house. He Mark complained that he had to get
home and cut the grass, Egan ignored it. He would have to learn to tell a few
fibs about his whereabouts, might as well start fresh. Egan promised to have him
home by supper time.
Mr. Miller was watching a recorded hockey game that he’d missed. The man was
a sports fanatic when it came to hockey, football and baseball. Even though he
knew the end result, he watched the recorded game play. Egan never shared his
father's passion, other than hockey, he liked hockey. The two would hoot and
holler, jump up and down at good plays and goals of their favourite teams.
Egan introduced Mark. Mr. Miller was already familiar with the object of his
son’s desire. Egan talked of the Adonis boy, and his description was not far off
the mark. The kid was gorgeous!
Mark asked to use the bathroom and Egan took the opportunity to fill his dad
in on his afternoon with the boy, and he reason for bringing him home. Dave, Mr.
Miller, was hard in an instant at the gift his son brought home to him. He
couldn’t wait to unwrap it like a xmas present, knowing what’s inside, but not
the make and model left for surprise.
Egan wasted no time. He unzipped his dad’s pants and hauled out his eight
inch meat and went down on it. When Mark walked back into the room, Egan grabbed
his arm and brought him down to his knees forcing his head down onto the large
cock. Egan began to strip Mark. Once the kid was naked, he left the two alone
and went to lie down. He was exhausted, having only two hours sleep before
Aaron’s mother put a started beating on him. The ecstasy that
he consumed all night and day keeping him alert had worn off.
Egan woke up at 8pm, found his dad naked in his chair watching a football
game. Naked himself, he plopped down on his dad’s lap like a five-year old and
cuddled him. Egan never grew out of that warmth and secure feeling. He wasn’t a
fag, what he and his dad did together was manly shit, so was curling up with the
man, he knew he was too old for that, but he loved it.
"Your little friend was a lot of fun, hot looking boy!"
"Ya had him, obviously."
"Yup, got a blowjob and blew him. I drove him home in your van because his
bike was in there. --Good job, by way, you took your old man’s advice and
disabled his bike." Dave laughed snuggling his boy closer.
"Ya didn't fuck him?"
"Nah, he was scared enough when I took him into my bedroom. We just blew each
other. The kid sure can cum!"
Egan laughed, "Don’t I know it! --Listen, dad. I have a business idea that I
want to talk to you about."
to be continued . . .
Egan was pleased that his plan was going well. Get him stoned, get him naked,
then go for the kill, . . . have sex with him. "Attaboy, Marky! Told ya the
water was nice."
Egan was indeed happy he was skinny dipping for the first time in his life.
He liked the free feeling on his genitals bobbing around. He felt invigorated;
so natural that he felt as ‘one-with-nature.’ He heard the birds chirping and
crickets clicking. A wonderful aura surrounded him, and he was getting a boner
for some strange reason. When Egan stood waist deep, Mark couldn’t help but
admire the man’s body. His long cock floated, and seemed quite large. Mark let
his inhibitions go, also stood waist deep, thankful that his erection had waned
to only a semi state. The water added a touch of privacy, but
nonetheless, he found it so cool to be carefree hanging naked with another dude
chatting idly about nothing in particular. He felt older than his age of almost
thirteen.
Egan feasted his eyes on the boy’s lower extremities. The water marred a
clear view, but he could certainly tell the kid was circumcised, no surprise,
considering he was part Jewish. The length was about 4 inches. If Mark had any
pubic hair was an uncertainty. He was blond and surely were any
his pubes that he had might have blend into
his pale crotch. Egan took Mark’s hand and led him out of the water not
bothering to stop and gather their clothes. Mark was somewhat surprised at that,
they should get dressed before going into the van to smoke another joint.
Mark’s inhibitions returned sitting on the floor watching Egan roll a toke.
He let left a hand hang nonchalantly over his goods as they
smoked.
"Well, guess this is a good a time as any to give ya that blowjob I owe ya!"
Egan snickered
Mark was perplexed; surely Egan wasn’t serious when he made that bet. "Nah,
that’s okay. I won’t hold ya to it." he laughed.
"I always pay my debts, --we made a bet and I lost. If you had of lost I
would have expected ya to own up to it. A deals a deal!"
Mark never sealed any such deal, and he was glad that he wasn’t the loser
after all. He saw Egan play with his big cock, watching it grow before his eyes.
He didn't know what to think, but the expanding cock was truly remarkable as it
peaked at about seven inches and almost as thick as his wrist. Mark’s own cock
reacted, as much as he tried to look away and think about strangling puppies and
slitting kitten’s throats, he couldn’t help but look at the teen/man stroking
his meat.
Egan didn’t wait for Mark’s approval. He moved closer, removed the guarding
hand with effort and bend bent down to take the five-inch,
dill-pickle thick erection in his mouth. His first close up was not
disappointing, he knew that the boy was blessed with a nice cock and large balls
just by the way they showed prominently in his shorts. Mark did have hair,
blond, but was growing sparsely at the base of his dick in variable lengths,
another phase of puberty that far exceeded the young Nicky that he had earlier
and his brother who was well into a later phase of manhood. He remembered
Aaron’s ever changing body blooming before his eyes, and had to laugh that he
had ‘all four seasons’ in in different boys in a matter
of less than 24 hours.
Mark was taken off guard by Egan’s direct approach in paying off his debt. He
was nervous as hell, but had to admit the man’s mouth felt nice as did his hand
manipulating his balls. Mark had been jerking off for about a year, only cumming
about four months ago. although he enjoyed the self pleasure; dreaming of doing
nasty things to chesty Marcie Zimmerman from school, when Egan pushed him
to lay down, he began to think about Marcie sucking his cock, a
fantasy he had yet to have about the pretty brunette.
Mark was in seventh heaven, Egan not only sucked his cock that beat the hell
out of masturbation, he also sucked and licked his tender nuts ever so gently.
When he felt the tongue bath going lower, he almost screamed aloud when it
prodded his bum hole. Mark grasped the sheets and groaned which encouraged Egan
to give the boy one hell of a trip besides the ecstasy that he knew full well
was adding to the kid’s horny state of mind.
Egan decided to forego convincing Mark to blow him and move his agenda ahead.
He flipped Mark onto his tummy and placed a rolled sleeping bag under his torso.
He continued to drive the kid wild with his tongue as he lubed up his cock for a
surprise attack. The very relaxed Mark never suspected a thing until he felt the
sting. By then Egan had gained a few inches, his arms under the boy’s hips
slamming him to meet his cock drilling deeper with every thrust. He ignored
Mark’s protest, said something about the boy wearing his pants down his ass
begging to be fucked like the cock teaser he was.
None of it made sense to Mark, all he knew is that he was being ripped apart
and it hurt like hell. He struggled, but had nowhere to go, Egan’s arms already
hurt his hips and the more he squirmed, the more painful they were. He started
to cry.
Egan laughed, even little Nicky didn’t cry and took it like a man. It turned
him on; he was truly raping a boy at last and showed no mercy, even squeezing
Mark’s nuts to make him howl louder, music to his ears. Mark’s body went limp as
a rag doll giving up his fight which caused Egan to pound him relentlessly, his
own nuts hurt slapping Mark’s underside.
Egan had one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, his balls ached from
the demand to produce more semen it seemed. He collapsed atop
on the sulky boy when the last of countless ejaculates tapered to a slight
pulsation still squeezing out fluid with a mind of its own.
"Damn, that was hot, buddy! You’re a great fuck, the best I’ve ever had."
"Get off me now." he whimpered. "Please?"
Egan obliged the request, pulled out and watched his cum drool from Mark’s
asshole. He wished Aaron was there, he would make him suck it out. The boy
claimed that he loved his cum, never wasted a drop when he blew him.
Egan wasn’t all that merciless; Mark deserved a decent blowjob for being such
a good sport. He rolled the boy onto his back and orally stimulated him to
erection after a long while. Once Mark got over things, he became a willing
player once again. His cream was delightful, sweet as watermelon, thought Egan.
His orgasm was also intense; Egan didn’t mind the kid grasping his hair with
both hands as he came a surprising load for his age. Even Aaron didn’t come
nearly as much.
Egan had a need to qualify that he wasn’t a fag. He asked Mark if he would
like to find a girl to fuck with him someday. Mark needed a little mind boost
that neither was he a fag, he told Mark about his dream girl, Marcie
Zimmerman.
"Maybe we could pick her up and fuck her together, --ya know, rape her."
"Fuck yeah! That stuck up bitch deserves to be raped. She won’t give me the
time of day."
Egan rolled another joint and they smoked it lying on their sides. He admired
Mark’s body once again, his cock and balls hung over his left leg. By then Mark
couldn’t care less about his nudity, and suggested another swim as the van was
stifling hot. They horsed around, groped each other numerous times. Back in the
van, Egan was hard.
"Going to do a buddy a favour?" he asked, wagging his big cock.
Mark was very apprehensive. That pissed Egan off enough to grab the kid’s
neck and lower him to his crotch placing his erection at Mark’s lips. "Suck it,
--you owe me one!"
Mark’s neck hurt terribly, the teen was becoming mean again and he had no
choice but to open his mouth for fear of a beating. Egan released his hold, and
lay back and savoured the sight of Mark’s mouth full. Egan took Mark’s hand and
showed him what he wanted done, a simultaneous hand job in sync with his bobbing
mouth. Mark caught on quickly. Coming up for air, he vigorously masturbated Egan
and then went back down on him.
On one of his air intakes, he asked Egan not to cum in his mouth.
"Sure, pal. I promise." he lied, holding Mark’s head in place as he unloaded.
Egan bolted up and covered Mark’s mouth with his hand and told him to swallow.
"If yer going to suck a guy off, ya have to do it right. Cumming in your mouth
is non-negotiable, . . . got it?"
Mark shook nodded his head and swallowed.
When all was said and done, Mark asked to be taken home.
"Sure, buddy. --How would you like to make a lot of money?"
Mark’s interest perked, although he felt ashamed of himself. "How much? And
what do I have to do?"
"Sucking my cock wasn’t all that bad, right?"
"I, I guess not."
"And ya liked getting a blowjob, right?"
"Yeah, so what are ya getting at?"
"I know some men that are willing to pay a lot of money for a cute kid like
you." Egan was putting his cart before his horse; he didn’t quite have a client
base yet.
"No fucking way, dude!" he blasted, humiliated knowing what Egan was
insinuating. "I ain’t no fag, okay?"
"I never said you were, buddy. But a hundred bucks to let some old dude suck
your cock, or you suck his, . . . well, --talk about easy money."
"No way, dude! My parents buy me whatever I want. I ain’t sucking anyone’s
cock ever again!"
"Do you know Marty Stevens from school? Egan asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah, the school bully, who doesn’t know him!"
"Well, what if he found out that you take cock up yer ass and suck them,
too?"
"I don’t!" he spat, "You’re the only one, . . . you’re the only guy I did
that with."
"If I told Marty that you did that with me, well, really doesn’t matter how
many guys ya did, the point is that ya did it. And trust me, Marty is my
neighbour and he'll believe every word I tell him about you."
Mark was so scared that he visibly shook. "You wouldn’t, that would be a lie,
you forced me to do those things!"
"Ya didn’t have to do anything, you agreed to everything, if memory serves me
right." Egan lied through his teeth. "You fagged me off, even Marty could
understand that a blowjob is a blowjob, and to cornhole some guy who allows ya,
well, --ya take it where ya can get it. Right?"
Mark was on the verge of tears. You wouldn’t start that rumour about me,
would ya?"
"Not if you attend a party next Friday. I’ll pick you up around seven. Be
clean. Oh, and wear something sexy, like those tiny white shorts you wear
cutting yer lawn."
Mark thought about that, he wore those old shorts rather than his designer
stuff, and how the fuck would Egan know?
"So do I tell Marty that yer a fag, or are you willing to come to that party
with me?"
"What do I have to do there, exactly?"
"Whatever the men want, --usually. The price goes up accordingly.
But I just want to show you off. Get their attention. I promise no one will
touch you. Consider yourself as window dressing for a business I want to start
up. Not to say that you won’t be having sex with men eventually, but it will be
private, not like the orgy party, no worries."
"I, I, I, can’t believe this!"
"Well little buddy, believe it. I’ll cut you in as a partner, open you a bank
account so that you don’t have a lot of cash at home for your parents to find
and question. You’ll have plenty of money to tale take Marcie
out on a date, even buy her nice gifts. You’ll get into her panties before ya
know it!" he laughed. "In the meantime, I’ll get ya laid by a chick, she'll
teach ya how to treat a woman so when the time is right, you lay Marcie, or any
other girl ya set your eyes on. Ya gotta trust me, though."
Egan had no idea how he was going to fulfil that promise; however, he would
work that out later. Kidnapping and raping that Marcie girl was out of the
question, she could identify Marky. He'd find another one for both him and Egan,
someone older, as he said, to show the boys the ropes on woman pleasing. Hell,
he himself could stand to lose his other virginity at his ripe old age of almost
twenty.
"Guess I have no choice, do I"
"Not really, dude! --I own you now, get used to it. Matter of fact, your
first customer waits you, . . . a very important one to me, --my father."
Mark looked at Egan like he had a scary eye in the middle of his forehead.
"What?"
"I want you to have sex with my father. It will be good experience for you.
You’ll have to learn how to be a man-pleaser, and I can’t think of a better way
than with my dad. He’ll be gentle on you, show you what men want from ya."
Egan hadn’t even discussed his business prospect with his dad yet. The whole
concept of it was less than 12 hours old, but a lot of thought process went into
it and Egan thought it well thought out. Getting his dad a young boy to play
with would be a welcome surprise.
Egan didn’t give Mark a chance to deliberate; the van was on the road in the
direction of his house. He Mark complained that he had to get
home and cut the grass, Egan ignored it. He would have to learn to tell a few
fibs about his whereabouts, might as well start fresh. Egan promised to have him
home by supper time.
Mr. Miller was watching a recorded hockey game that he’d missed. The man was
a sports fanatic when it came to hockey, football and baseball. Even though he
knew the end result, he watched the recorded game play. Egan never shared his
father's passion, other than hockey, he liked hockey. The two would hoot and
holler, jump up and down at good plays and goals of their favourite teams.
Egan introduced Mark. Mr. Miller was already familiar with the object of his
son’s desire. Egan talked of the Adonis boy, and his description was not far off
the mark. The kid was gorgeous!
Mark asked to use the bathroom and Egan took the opportunity to fill his dad
in on his afternoon with the boy, and he reason for bringing him home. Dave, Mr.
Miller, was hard in an instant at the gift his son brought home to him. He
couldn’t wait to unwrap it like a xmas present, knowing what’s inside, but not
the make and model left for surprise.
Egan wasted no time. He unzipped his dad’s pants and hauled out his eight
inch meat and went down on it. When Mark walked back into the room, Egan grabbed
his arm and brought him down to his knees forcing his head down onto the large
cock. Egan began to strip Mark. Once the kid was naked, he left the two alone
and went to lie down. He was exhausted, having only two hours sleep before
Aaron’s mother put a started beating on him. The ecstasy that
he consumed all night and day keeping him alert had worn off.
Egan woke up at 8pm, found his dad naked in his chair watching a football
game. Naked himself, he plopped down on his dad’s lap like a five-year old and
cuddled him. Egan never grew out of that warmth and secure feeling. He wasn’t a
fag, what he and his dad did together was manly shit, so was curling up with the
man, he knew he was too old for that, but he loved it.
"Your little friend was a lot of fun, hot looking boy!"
"Ya had him, obviously."
"Yup, got a blowjob and blew him. I drove him home in your van because his
bike was in there. --Good job, by way, you took your old man’s advice and
disabled his bike." Dave laughed snuggling his boy closer.
"Ya didn't fuck him?"
"Nah, he was scared enough when I took him into my bedroom. We just blew each
other. The kid sure can cum!"
Egan laughed, "Don’t I know it! --Listen, dad. I have a business idea that I
want to talk to you about."
to be continued . . .
chapter 7
Egan had put the boys through a few dress rehearsals choreographing his own
created dance moves to the famous ‘Stripper’ tune by David Rose. He wanted,
but couldn’t locate any tear-away sailor suits in boy sizes for his ‘Chickendales’ revue, the
barefooted boys undressing each other dancing suggestively in a
synchronized motion worked nicely. Mr Miller thought it was hot as hell
when he got to view the routine, especially the final sexy stripping of
tightie-whities. One dance partner dropped to his knees mouthing the crotch
material of the other as he slowly thumbed the underwear down to mid thigh
engulfed the boy’s dick in his mouth before lowering them to the ankles.
The aggressor on his knees then swiped down his own briefs and masturbated
himself. Erections weren’t necessary, the logistics behind ensuring that
added bonus were next to impossible, the erotic visual effect by the audience would suffice.
The live performance on the small, blue and red lit stage didn’t quite go according
to plan. Stage fright, stubborn shirt buttons and sticky zippers threw off their
synchronization, however the men whistled and cheered despite the performance
flaws, the blowjobs followed by the finale of three sets of boys on the floor
engaged in a sixty-nine brought the house down.
Afterward, the naked, crimson faced boys were lined up on stage to take a bow.
The pairs were introduced by Egan in preparation for that day’s auction, and as
expected, applause for the twins was the loudest. A man closed bidding at $4,100
for the first night with the twelve year-old boys, another followed by a final
bid of $2,700 for ten year old, prepubescent Nickey. The other three’s combined
selling price was $5,000. Almost twelve-grand in one night was more than
Egan dreamed of. He was no fool, however, the biddings would weaken as the
days went on and the clientele's appetite waned along with their cheque books,
although the twins would probably hold their value.
A late BBQ dinner was enjoyed top deck and the nude boys got to burn off
some energy in the swimming pool before his owner became restless and
each hauled his illicit purchase to a cabin for the night. The fifteen others
would patiently await their turn in due course or pay for nooners the
following day. It became very obvious that some more frugal men preferred
the option of a quickie to sample all six boys over the week than blow a
fortune on one for the night. Egan was also hit on more times than, expected
especially when he stripped to join the kids in the pool. He would think
about that financial opportunity later.
Egan was elated that Mr. Graves had offered to share his stateroom
with him rather than bunk in with the crew for the week. After all,
he would be having more sex with his all-time (boyhood) football
hero, what huge fan could resist that? It beat the fuck out of an
autograph, but without the bragging rights. Egan couldn't wait to
tell his dad who he had slept with. He made a mental note of
withholding Aaron from the next auction so as he too could
spend a night in the company of their mutual idol.
* * *
Aaron’s company was bought for that night by the movie star, Larry Rivera,
a nice looking man in his 40’s with the thickest cock he’d ever seen and fuelled
by Viagra. The blue enhancer pills were readily available in a candy dish on the bar.
Aaron got the man off rather quickly. No sooner had the door closed when
the pressure to his shoulders suggested he get on his knees, open the man’s
pants and extract ‘beer-can’ Larry’s cock. He prayed that the man wasn’t a top.
He wasn’t. The actor was into getting his cock sucked while getting fisted up
to a disgusted Aaron’s elbow. Hours of it. The teen’s jaw never ached more
in his cock-sucking life. Rivera blew him twice while he rested, and thankfully,
only finger-fucked Aaron’s hole during those two rather long sessions kindly
intent on getting Aaron off.
Mr. Rivera was a very nice man, Aaron thought. Perhaps a bit vain and egotistical talking of
his career, strangely, while Aaron was doing him. He learned that the man had been
married four times and had four children, two boys Aaron’s age, in fact, who
attended a boarding school in England where he was sure they were getting it on
with other boys as he, himself, had attended the same school where he learned to
love taking it up the ass or down his throat by students and, --a few professors
alike. It was one of those men who introduced him to the fisting fetish.
Rivera laughed, “It spoiled me because I could never find a cock big enough to
please me as much as that man’s arm did. None of the other boys were into it, --that
I knew about, anyway.
“I always had a thing for young boys. As I got older with desire for it, --
and wealthy enough to pay for it, I turned to boys like you to satisfy my
itch. But I had to be very cautious. When I was invited onto the
‘Good-Ship-Lollipop’ by my dear friend and ally, Mr. Graves, I jumped at
the opportunity of an assured venue for privacy away from the paparazzi,
and in the company of allies of men who had the same need for discretion
out of the public eye.”
Aaron wasn't sure why the famous man was telling him all that personal
stuff, especially his hopes that his son’s were getting laid regularly, his
obvious reason of choice of private school for them. Aaron thought that
most fathers would avoid such environment, having lived through it
themselves. Aaron had to question that.
Blatantly, he asked, “Why would you, . . . like, want yer kids fucking
around with other guys? --And didn’t the school know what was going on?”
Rivera chuckled, and replied, “Because when you are a teenager with
raging hormones in an all boy’s school with very little contact, if any,
with girls, and would be locked away in frustration for many years to
come, the alternatives become very apparent, especially when
everyone else is doing it around you. The tradition had manifested
itself over many decades at many all-boys schools. It became part
of the school’s culture, older boys setting the example for younger
freshman; --or ‘“fresh-meat” as they were punningly referred to.” he laughed.
“That, my boy, is where today’s slang-term “Fag” derived.
A fag was a non insulting word, it simply implied a younger lad taken into
an older boy’s employ for domestic chores, errands, and of course, by
many, sexual favours. The hierarchy would eventually evolve where a fag
would become the aggressor and choose his own fag. However, that being
the theory, it went far beyond that. Friendships were forged and those close
bonds were often taken well beyond primary school and continued to be
practiced in all-male universities, less the fags. A quasi alumni who into
adulthood, homosexuality long forgotten, relied on each other for a much
different reason, --the business world. Trusted allies sharing their diverse fields
of expertise, even joining in mutual enterprises. The closeness went as far
as if one needed a job, look no further than the guy who attended the same
institution, or you had sex with before the reality of adulthood, socially
acceptable, heterosexuality set in.
“And as far as Hogwarts Academy’s administrations turning a blind eye?
They would rather have the boys having sex with each other than fighting
each other. It’s rather unusual to beat up a boy whose cock was in your
mouth the night before, or shared fags with in an orgy. --There was a
distinct harmony among the boys.”
It was as if the man was reliving a grand memory of his youth, eyes closed,
cock being serviced and getting fisted ever so slowly, the way he liked it
unless Aaron was told to pick up the pace when the man was nearing
orgasm, which in his experience with Egan, his father and others had
long ago learned the tell tale signs of imminent ejaculation and when
to give his utmost attention to it.
The quivering and sometimes spastic body movement followed by an
almost momentary, animated state of constricted muscles, breathing
heavily and balls constricting in his palm before the cock pulsed, once,
twice three times, while a minor epileptic fit followed when they all
grasped his head as if he was going to suddenly vacate his duty, their dick’s jettisoning
gobs of jism to the back of his throat and tongue. Aaron had learned to swallow
as he continued to piston suck, always amused when erection quickly deflated.
The celebrity wasn’t
near the point of his third orgasm as he continued. “Sex was as popular as rugby
with some. Not everyone had a fag at their disposal, but most had been fags at
some point, and they simply did each other for the sheer mutual pleasure
of it. We shared four to a room in the dormitory, and casual sex was had
every night and morning mutual masturbation in the communal dorm floor
showers was a given, --two handed hand jobs, twenty or thirty guys going at
it all bunched together getting our morning woody’s serviced just for the hell of it.”
Aaron was very turned on hearing the high points of the man’s juvenile life,
somewhat miffed with himself for wishing that he wasn’t attending a private
boy’s
school. He was Egan’s boy, enjoying his mentor’s attention even when he introduced sex
into their relationship, the older boy’s desire always fulfilled without question. Then,
many years later, sharing him with his father, and recently added to the rent-boy harem.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Egan.
* * *
The twins put on another 69 show for the fat, bald senator who sat naked in a chair
jerking off watching the action. His blubber belly jiggled like jello to the beating of
his cock along with his plump breasts. The man was covered in salt & pepper
wiry hair front and back. When he first took off his clothes his genitals were hidden
under the massive stomach, the man’s stubby dick and hairy balls were only
noticeable when he sat down.
He had the boys fuck each other in various positions as he masturbated the bottom
kid and played with the balls of both, later, bobbing frantically on the kids beautiful
sleek cock until he was rewarded with the finest tasting boy semen he’d ever had.
The senator had had many young boys over the years, 15 and sixteen year-old
whores in the Ukraine while on infrequent business trips but never the sweet
tender age of twelve. When he first saw the twins he knew that he had to have
them at any expense.
Another blowjob to the exact replica cock despite where he had extracted it
from with urgency earned him a quick blast of liquid gold as the twin was
already close to orgasm. The old man wasn’t sure if his heart could stand
anymore excitement, nonetheless, the twins servicing his cock and balls was
worth having another heart attack over. If that didn’t kill him, getting fucked
by the boys would.
* * *
Ten year old Nicky’s date with the famous lawyer whom he knew nothing
of the man’s notoriety, but he did know the man had a big cock and it hurt
like hell the way the rough bastard was using it. Most men wanted a blowjob
for starters however, the barrister skipped the appetizer and went for the
main course and was a very impatient man forcing his manhood into
Nicky’s tight, little rectum. To date the kid had only been fucked by his brother,
Egan and Mr. Miller and none had been so unkind as to not take him gently.
Adding to matters was the man’s large frame pinning and crushing him. His
face was mashed into the mattress unable to breath.
“Be a good little boy for Uncle Jim and don’t fucking fight me. You’ll love my big
cock inside of you fucking you silly. Uncle Jim has never had a boy to fuck before
and he’s been waiting a long time for it. I paid a king's fortune for you and I’m
going to get my money's worth whether you cooperate or not. Don’t make me
have to slap ya around, okay?” he threatened, pushing even harder.
Nicky was losing his tough guy, gang leader persona and began to cry. The
pain was excruciating. He passed out. When he came to moments later the
cock was all the way up him and he could feel the adult’s bristly pubic hair
on his cheeks, but at least he had taken the pressure off his body and was
kneeling behind holding him around his waist, Nicky slumped over like a rag doll.
The attorney was in his glory. Finally, after so many years of craving a young
ass he had his cock deep inside one. He was getting regular blowjobs from his
eight year old nephew, near asphyxiated the boy one time getting a little carried
away fucking his mouth, and another time teaching him to deep throat. Jim took
him camping one weekend where he introduced the kid to pleasuring a man
with his hands and mouth. Little Jarrod had lost his father to in a car accident,
and Jim kinda became his surrogate dad. Lusting and dreaming about him
became unbearable and he decided to make a move on the kid. Sometimes
he’d sleep over at the confirmed bachelors place, Jim would lie back and make
Jarrod suck cock and lick his balls for hours holding off orgasm. Other times
taking him home from an outing he’d pull over and get one.
He wanted desperately to fuck Peter; however he could barely even get a
finger up the boy’s ass and was afraid of damaging him enough that his
mother would discover that her son had been sodomized. Jim’s career
would be shattered. He would wait a couple more years, let him grow
some more.
Jim caught his second wind and began fucking Nicky faster and faster,
harder and harder. He was back spread eagle on top of the delirious
boy. All Nicky could do was grasp the bed sheets and whimper hoping
it would be over soon. Little did Nicky know that the man had visited
the candy dish and would be getting fucked several more times that
that night and sucking the man’s cock for long periods of time in
between. As with his nephew, Jim had no interest in sucking Nicky’s
little dick.
* * *
Kyle was enjoying his stay with the youngest of the men, 27 year-old
David, a geeky looking man who inherited his grandfather and father’s
wealth from a large pharmaceutical company that he became president of.
David had never been with a boy before and was rather nervous. Kyle was
a great teacher even taking the young man’s virginity. David loved his first
taste of cock and the softness of Kyle’s testicles. When the boy came, David
commented on how much better the twelve year olds cum tasted compared
to his own.
Kyle rode the top executive’s average size cock as the man squirmed in bliss
experiencing the joy of intercourse. He’d had a female hooker a few times,
but found the boy’s ass so much tighter and pleasurable. He was hooked on
boys from that moment on and would later become Kyle’s regular trick; David
often visited the city on business planning his trips around spending the
weekends. He would buy him nice gifts of clothing and jewelry, cash, a
computer and a cell phone. When he discovered Kyle’s single mom was
working two jobs to make ends meet, he anonymously prepaid six-months
rent in hopes that she could get back on her feet. Little did David know that
Kyle had a bank account with over $1,000 dollars. He never questioned Kyle
turning tricks; he felt that the boy was doing what he had to do for his family.
* * *
Kevin was having about as much fun as Nicky, probably less. He was still very
inexperienced with men and the thirteen year-old had had only one trick to his
credit, a very old man who only wanted blow and finger him during a two hour
rendezvous at a motel. His master for the night was a very handsome, muscular
man of around fifty, completely void of hair on his body, with seven or so inches
that curved like a banana, but not too thick. Frank owned one of the largest
sporting goods manufacturing firms in the world.
As he blew Kevin, he inserted a finger up his rectum, then two, then three
roughly reaming the anus and squeezing Kevin’s nuts with his other hand
so hard that the boy yelped his ass rose three feet in the air.
“Get used to it, kid. I like it a little rough and you're a whore so suck it up.
It’s what whore boys do, --got it?” he said, biting Kevin’s knob causing him
to scream in pain again.
The man’s blowjob was like sticking his cock in a meat grinder, all teeth
chewing his way up and down the shaft. His attention to Kevin’s balls
wasn’t much better. He sucked in a testis and chomped on it, then the
other before going back to the boy’s red looking cock.
When Kevin tried escape, the man slapped his face and grabbed his arm
with a jolt that Kevin thought it was pulled from its socket. Kevin wanted
to repay the pain when the man made him blow and lick his balls. Frank
used the boy’s hair to propel his head up and down calling him names
and a barrage of insults.
“You filthy slut, you disgust me. How many men’s cocks have ya sucked
and ate their cum cuz you like doing it? I bet that you’ve sucked your
own daddy’s cock a few times, swallowed yer little baby brothers and
sisters, even. --Now I want you to suck this daddy’s cock down yer
throat and show me how much you love it.”
The man let go of Kevin’s hair and lay back against the headboard. The
rookie made himself comfortable between the thick thighs and went
down on the veiny banana like he was taught by Mr. Miller and Egan.
“No fucking hands, shit face. Use your mouth only to get me off. I’m
wise that you little cock suckers jerk a guy off to speed up time. Well,
sweet lips, we have all night. --Take it deeper, no hand guard.”
That was exactly how he was shown to give blowjobs. The hand served
a dual purpose; to prevent having too much shoved into his throat by
an overly excited trick, and a hand job to add pressure above the base,
adding or removing fingers according to length; the ‘two-thirds in your
mouth’ rule to stimulate a man to orgasm quickly.
Kevin did his best taking at least five inches until he felt his gag reflex
react. The sharp curvature upward posed some difficulty, the head
grazed his upper palate and when it struck his throat instead of
following a downward path, he choked. Kevin wanted to reverse his
position, take the cock from another angle by lying on the man, however,
in a seated position and fear of asking him to lie down to assume the
reverse position, he endured with clenched mouth and sucked up and
down until his sunken cheeks ached and he was out of air. Pausing for
replenishment, maintaining the phallus intact, licking and sucking balls as
he was taught. If Kevin was too long servicing the gonads, a sharp slap to
his head indicated his tardiness.
On the next much needed air intake; he remembered something Mr. Miller
did while licking his balls. He spread Kevin’s bum and his tongue travelled
lower finding his butt hole and toying with it. Kevin loved getting his ass eaten
by Mr. Miller who would do that for a long time while Kevin had his ass in the
air. He thought it gross then, and even grosser doing it himself, but it might
bide some time to allow his sore jaw and cheeks a longer reprieve.
He closed his eyes, placed his hands under the man’s upper most thighs and
spread the firm cheeks. His tongue found the only hairy spot on the lawyer’s
body and tongue toyed the slight crevasse knowing that he had found it.
“Holy fuck, kid!” Frank laughed; Kevin took that as a good sign, “Yer getting way
ahead of me. He rolled onto his belly with his bum in the air. “Eat it slut boy, you
obviously want it!”
Kevin gazed to his left and closed his eyes. The puckered pink hole surrounded
by black hair was even grosser than he imagined. He felt his stomach churn at
what he was about to do, swallowing the bile and spread the man’s hole even
wider. Gingerly, he dipped the tip of his tongue in the folds and flicked the
raw wound looking slit. Frank groaned, reared his ass into Kevin’s face, his
whole mouth suddenly on the man’s most private place. He licked deeper
thankful that it appeared and smelled clean.
“OH, whore boy, --you ARE good! Bury that tongue in my man hole and suck it.”
Kevin began to think he had won the man over and did exactly as instructed. He
lapped and sucked, saliva was running down his chin. Frank told him to reach
under and jerk him off, spreading his own cheeks for easier access. Kevin knew
without a doubt that he was performing to satisfaction hearing the man’s guttural
purring and under breath curses. He pumped the cock as fast as his hand could
muster and getting so sore that he changed hands. He delved as far as he could,
each time making Frank squeal.
Ten minutes later, he felt the cock throb in his palm, Frank sighed, his
cock swelled slightly thicker and Kevin didn’t have to be told to flip onto
his back and pull the cock down between Frank’s legs, and suck him to
orgasm. Kevin squeezed the last dribble of cum into his mouth from the
shriveling dick; another taught lesson as a gratis finale to a blowjob for clients.
When Frank told him to keep his cock in his mouth, that he needed a piss and
Kevin was to gulp it down and not let it flow out of his mouth and soil the sheets,
he became forlorn in that he had not scored any points with the man. He’d
reached his limit, dropping the soft cock from his mouth and scrambled to rise.
Frank dragged him to the shower forcing him down to his knees and commenced
to pee on his head. Normally a happy-go-lucky, joking boy saw hate for the first time.
Frank grabbed him by the hair, lifted his head in order to piss on his face, Kevin’s
lips and eyes closed tight. Once he was finished, Frank turned on the cold shower
over Kevin’s body telling him to clean himself up and come back to bed.
Kevin continued to kneel letting the ice cold water engulf him, he was numb,
without feeling. He heard Frank call for him several times but ignored him.
It wasn’t too much later the man pulled back the shower curtain and hauled
Kevin to his feet dragging him to slump him over the table where he fucked him violently.
* * *
Egan had a nice time in bed with Peter Graves. The man was gentle and caring and
certainly knew his way around another man’s body. He had a small dick, but he knew
how to use it. Egan was amazed, and very satisfied how Graves used his bubble head
to graze his love button; gentle, easy strides concentrating on a man’s most vulnerable
g-spot, his own pleasure secondary. Egan held his legs and stared up at his hero
hovering a few feet above him supported by his muscular arms watching Egan’s blissful
state. Peter knew how to please both men and women with his cock, both sexes had
the same feel-good button, it was only a matter of finding it by careful study of his sex
partners, as he was doing with Egan. His satisfaction came from that alone; he could
cum watching their faces and their body movements. He might have been a hard ass
looking man, but deep down he had a tender soul.
Peter Graves was well aware that he didn't measure up to standard, --hell, he was
reminded of it every day in the school gym showers and even into adulthood including
locker rooms of the various teams he played for over the years. He had a favourite
uncle and at age thirteen the man seduced him in to bed and never made fun of him.
On the contrary, Uncle Will taught him how to use his shortcomings, even going as far
as to hire a very patient female prostitute to show him how to please a woman. Peter
had many girls in high school, the envy of other boys who weren’t getting anything.
He had a few women who he sensed were disappointed at first sight, some even
laughed at him. However, they weren’t laughing when all was said and done.
His uncle taught him how to suck cock and take it up the ass, claiming that one day
he may have to use that skill to get ahead in the sports world. Peter thought his
uncle daft at the time, but when at seventeen, a scout for an underdog professional
football team came onto him in an interview in the man’s hotel room with his parents
waiting in the lobby; Peter realized that his uncle wasn’t full of shit. Over the years
that followed, he had sex with football club owners and coaches alike but being drafted
by one of the finest teams in the league due to his skills, not sleeping with anyone, his
career took off. However he never lost sight of the fact that he slept his way to the top.
Egan came without touching himself, Peter kept pulling his eager hand away as he
slowly fucked him, soon pinning his arms to prevent the urge and smiling down on
him. “Let me take care of that. --No need for you to do a thing but lie there and
enjoy, okay?”
Egan gave Peter a blowjob the next morning. Still star struck not believing that he
had ‘The’ Peter Graves cock and balls in his mouth, the same man that he fucked and
got fucked by in return, and certainly the best fuck he’d ever had.
to be continued . . .
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