Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2006 16:37:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shannon <swimfan_777@yahoo.com>
Subject: Model Me Chapter 25

Disclaimer: Anything mentioned in this story is complete fiction. The
sexuality of anyone in the story is not necessarily true, but just written
to entertain. If you are underage or if it is illegal to read pornographic
material where you live, please leave now. Also, if you are uncomfortable
with gay relationships, you should not read any further. For everyone else,
enjoy the show....

*Season 2*

The bedroom door opened slowly splashing white light across the stained
light green carpet. It squeaked as it was pushed opened the rest of the
way, the light flowing over the thin sheet on the bed and the little boy
tucked tightly underneath it. The boy's eyes suddenly opened and although
he couldn't see the face of the shadowy figure looming in the doorway he
knew who was there. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut again willing himself
to fall back to sleep in the next few seconds. In the back of his mind he
knew that wasn't possible but he was only five years old and still had that
kind of hope in his heart that made Santa Clause seem just as real as the
sheet he had in a vice grip around him. Sometimes, if he was sleeping
nothing would happen to him. He wouldn't feel anything or see anything it
was all darkness. He longed for that darkness. That quiet warm heavy
darkness that came over him on most nights.

As the seconds ticked by and he heard the familiar sound of the door
closing behind the intruder he knew that the darkness would not come to him
in time. He heard the squeak of the floor just by the foot of his
bed. Three more steps, he thought. Three more steps until it happens
again. He felt the heavy sag of the mattress near his curled up legs. He
had instinctively squeezed himself into the tightest ball humanly possible
when he heard the door open. His tiny hands were going cold as he clasped
his shins to his chest and the sheet tightly over his eyes. He could feel
the cold sweat starting to drip down his back, rolling so slowly that it
tickled his spine, causing his race car pajamas to cling to his clammy
skin. His black hair was matted to his forehead and the muscles in his
little arms and legs ached so bad he thought he would cry. He knew he
wouldn't be able to hold his position much longer before he passed
out. That was another kind of darkness that he welcomed anytime it came
over him, but for some reason he didn't want it to happen. He didn't want
to be awake either but it was just too eerie to have your body used and
touched while you were passed out. Plus he would just be slapped out of his
unconsciousness state anyway until he was fully alert.

A heavy hand rested on the top of his head. He thought it was going to
crush his skull, he prayed it would. The pressure was soon replaced by
fingers running through his wet disheveled hair. The feeling of those rough
callused fingers on his scalp made him shiver. The hand moved down below
the safety of the sheet to his forehead and then his cheek. The sheet was
pushed from his face but he dared not open his eyes. His lips quivered as
though he would scream out or bolt from the bed at any second, but he dared
not do either. He could feel heat radiating off of the lips as they kissed
his cheek, the beard scratching his soft skin roughly. The smell of alcohol
was overwhelming in the small space between their faces but he refused to
open his eyes. It was rare that he did so lately.

"Why don't you open those pretty green eyes for me?" said a rough low voice
in his ear.

He wanted to shake his head, he wanted to push and claw at the man and run
far away but he couldn't. He was too scared. Each time it happened he just
got more frightened. He finally opened his eyes slowly after a little soft
prodding from the man. That was always how it started out, soft and sweet
almost loving. But then...then it turned into something he had no words
for.

He blinked a few times to clear the red and yellow circles that blurred his
vision and stared at his entwined fingers, which were still clasping the
top of the sheet. There was an unnatural glow about the room, courtesy of
the superman night-light he found in the dumpster at the end of the
alley. He didn't want that stupid light anymore, tomorrow he would break it
against the wall in a million pieces and bury it in the woods when he went
on his exploring trip the next day.

The man's hand drifted up from the bulge in his dirty blue jeans to the
boy's face again. He leaned in, his lips getting closer and closer. The
beard scrapping against his face and making him want to scream as the man
pushed his tongue into his mouth.

Craig looked up at the swirls of purple, blue, and orange all mixed
together like a paint sample gone horribly wrong as he listened to the
small raspy voice of his brother telling sharing such a horrible story.

It was haunting as the darkening sky caused the forest around them to come
to life. Craig could hear birds settling in for a peaceful night as owls
started to stir and crickets began tuning up. He had been holding his
brother for hours, listening to every sick and sorted detail of his life
with his uncle Rick. He didn't want to hear it. He wanted to clamp his hand
over the boy's mouth every time it opened again, spilling out more accounts
of sexual and physical abuse. But instead he just held him. He listened as
hard as he could. He knew that was something Jeremy had never experienced
before, someone truly listening to what he had to say.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" Craig asked resting his cheek on the boy's
forehead. He was holding the sixteen-year-old like he was a baby, cradling
him in his arms as he sat cross-legged on the dusty ground.

"You," he said quietly sniffling.

Craig instinctively kissed his forehead. He wasn't sure that was okay but
Jeremy didn't object.

"I want to take you away," Craig said suddenly. This wasn't the way they
had planned it. Justin and he had talked about what they would do if Jeremy
really did turn out to be his brother, how they would let him visit if he
wanted. But, they had never discussed having him move in forever and
actually raising the boy. Hell, Craig hadn't even thought about getting a
blood test. There was no way he was going to leave any kid, blood relative
or not, with a man like that.

"I can't," he said shaking his head and clinging to the Craig again.

"You don't want to?"

"I do. But he'll find us. He'll kill you. He'll do things to me. You have
no idea."

The scary thing was now that Craig had heard just a few of the gory details
of Jeremy's young life; he actually did have an idea, a good one. He wasn't
sure how dangerous the man would be towards adults, but he did know he had
to be pretty mentally unstable to get off the way he did.

"I promise you," Craig said tilting the boy's puffy red face up towards
him, "he will never touch you again."

The boy nodded his head and started to cry again, "I want to."

Craig rocked him, kissing his forehead again as he wondered how Justin was
going to react to the news of their new arrival.

***

"Oh my God," Justin said grabbing the man and hugging him, "I've been
worried sick. I didn't know who to call or where you went." He grabbed
Craig's face in his hands. "Are you okay?"

Craig smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. "I have to talk to you," he
whispered.

"What's wrong?" he asked frowning. "Is Jeremy okay?"

"Kind of," he said squeezing Justin's forearm tightly. He stepped away from
the hotel room door and motioned for Jeremy to enter.

The boy did so, his eyes downcast and head hung low. He shuffled his feet
slightly as he stood in front of Justin like he was being auctioned off.

Craig wrapped his arms around him to reassure the boy.

"Jeremy this is Justin," he said running his hand up and down the boy's
arm.

"Hi," Jeremy said in a slight whisper, still not meeting the man's eyes.

"Hi," Justin said holding Craig's eyes. He wasn't sure what happened but he
knew it was bad.

"Let's all sit down," Craig said leading Jeremy to the couch.

Justin closed the door and joined them, sitting in a chair near Craig.

"Are you hungry?" Craig asked smoothing the side of Jeremy's hair.

Justin watched the boy shake his head as he continued to stare down at his
hands.

"I want Jeremy to come live with us," Craig blurted out. He figured this
was no time to sugar coat anything.

"Can I talk to you in the other room?" Justin asked standing.

"No," Craig said simply. "We're not going to pretend that he's not here. He
has just as much say in this conversation as either one of us, Justin."

"Fine," Justin said sitting again. "You're positive you want him here for
this?"

"Yes."

"Okay then how do you know he's even your brother? Sure, your dad might
have had an idea but how do you know without a blood test?" he asked
leaning forward.

"I know Justin," he said, his eyes pleading with the man to
understand. "You never had to have a blood test to prove Stace or Bobby or
Tucker were related to you. And it's so much more then that," he
paused. "His uncle is not the nicest guy in the world."

"Okay, if we're even going to discuss this there has to be more then just
not a nice guy. I wasn't fond of him either but we can't steal his kid
alright? Without having legal proof that he's your brother this is
kidnapping."

"We'll get proof when we get home."

"Baby, you're not thinking straight," Justin said grabbing his hand.

Craig shook his head, "He's leaving with us Justin. I'm not going to
discuss that anymore. If you don't want us in your house, that's fine. Let
me know and I'll make other arrangements."

"You know I don't want that. I love you. It's not my house, it's ours and
you can have whoever you want stay with us. I just don't think this is the
way to go about doing it."

"You just don't understand," Craig said quietly.

"He hits me," Jeremy said finally meeting Justin's eyes. "And he, he does
other stuff. Bad stuff."

Justin was speechless. He stared at the boy who suddenly looked so much
smaller. His eyes were red and glassy with new tears brimming at the edges
of his lids.

"It wasn't my place to tell you," Craig said holding Jeremy as he tried to
fight back a fit of tears again.

Justin sat back in his chair knowing there was no way this was going to end
well. It was kidnapping. It was kidnapping over state lines which had to be
a federal offense. They were going to have the FBI knocking, or kicking
down, their door in less then 48-hours. Someone had to have recognized
him. They stuck out like sore thumbs in that town. He knew money could buy
good lawyers but there were some things even the best attorneys couldn't
combat. Not to mention the fact that if Jeremy was really Craig's brother
and if they one the court case and dodged any legal charges they were still
going to have to raise the kid. Not just for the weekend like when his
parents dropped off his brothers and sister but full time, forever. He
would turn eighteen in two years but even after that parenting didn't just
all of a sudden end. And if the claims he was making against his uncle were
accurate, he was going to need some serious therapy. The boy sitting in
front of him was just a shell of the young man he had met earlier. He
hadn't spent that much time with him but he could tell Jeremy had been
drained of every ounce of his dignity and strength in the last few
hours. It was going to take years to rebuild him into a man that could deal
with the things that had been done to him. Craig was going to have to give
up any traveling plans for his clothing line in the near future. And
touring? Yeah right. With the band or not there was no way Justin would
leave Craig by himself with to take care of this kid. Suddenly he realized
this was going to change absolutely every aspect of their lives. It was
possible that his career would never be the same.

He looked at Craig who was holding the boy and wiping his tears
away. Justin didn't want to do it. He didn't want to leave but he had no
choice.

He stood and cleared his throat, "We'll leave first thing in the morning."

***

"Fuck!" JC yelled tossing the cordless phone towards the end of the couch.

"Something wrong sunshine?" Wade asked walking out of the kitchen as he
wiped his hands on a red and white checkered dish towel.

"Just this whole band thing," he said tossing his hand over his forehead
dramatically as he lay on the couch. "Justin isn't answering his phone and
I really need to talk to him before he gets some sort of official lawyer
paper."

"Lawyer papers?" he asked standing over him.

"I don't have the energy to be articulate," JC said running his hand over
the man's bare stomach.

"What do you have the energy for?" Wade asked smiling down at him.

"Nothing, well, maybe one thing," he said looking at the man's crotch.

Wade laughed, "I wish I could babe but I have to finish getting dressed."

"Where are you going this time?" he asked sitting up.

"I have a meeting."

"What kind of meeting?" JC asked pulling Wade down to his lap.

"NA," he said running his fingers over the buttons of JC's shirt.

"You're really going?"

"I told you I would."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Maybe next time. I'd like to see how it works first."

JC nodded, "I'm proud of you."

"Really?" Wade asked smiling.

"Very proud," he said kissing the man's lips lightly.

"That didn't feel very proud."

"It didn't? How about this?" he asked tilting the man's head back to kiss
his neck and Adam's apple.

"Getting closer."

"This?" he asked sucking and biting the side of his neck as he pinched one
of his nipples.

"Mmm, closer."

JC ran his hand down Wade's body and slipped it into his shorts. "Now?"

"Jackpot," he said pushing his tongue into the man's mouth.

JC pushed the shorts down around Wade's hips, the man's cock popping out
and slapping against his stomach immediately. He began running his fingers
over the tip of the man's dick spreading the precum that started to ooze
out as he kissed him deeply.

Wade broke the kiss panting as JC wrapped his fist around his cock and
started to squeeze it at the base.

"I really don't have time," Wade said breathlessly.

"Even for this?" JC asked pushing Wade down on the couch so he was on his
back. In one motion JC had the man's shorts off and was deep throating his
cock.

Wade moaned, running his fingers through his dark silky hair.

JC pushed the man's legs up, spreading open his ass without letting the
cock fall from his mouth. He ran his fingers over the pool of precum that
had collected on Wade's stomach and then moved them down to his ass. He
hovered over the hole rubbing it slowly as he pulled and pushed Wade's cock
into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Wade yelled as he felt the two fingers enter him. He started to
move his ass in the air to meet the fingers as well as JC's mouth
surrounding his cock.

JC eased a third finger inside of him, pushing them in as far as
possible. He twisted and turned the fingers making sure he touched every
inch of the inside of Wade's ass. Before he could even think about doing
anything else, JC felt thick hot spurts of cum hit the back of his
throat. He continued to suck as he swallowed the sweet semen that continued
to drip out of Wade's dick.

"That was awesome babe," Wade said kissing him on the forehead. "But I'm
going to be ridiculously late if I don't leave in the next five minutes."

"I know," JC said laying his head on the man's bare chest. "Just come home
to me soon." He kissed his collar bone and stood.

"I promise I will," Wade said kissing his lips lightly. "I'll bring you
home something special."

"Like what?"

"Like a surprise," Wade said following JC upstairs.

"Like what kind of surprise?"

"You know," Wade said pinning him against the wall in the hallway, "if you
weren't such a hot little cocksucker you'd be pretty damn annoying."

***

Justin always knew Craig would make a great dad but he was surprised he was
getting to see it so soon. The way he talked to and held Jeremy, it seemed
like he had been doing it for the boy's entire life.

Jeremy had in no way told Justin even a fraction of what he had confessed
to Craig earlier that day, but the few words he had said about his uncle
spoke volumes. Justin didn't think there was anyway he could be half as
calm and attentive as Craig was being.

He sat back in his chair and watched as Craig ran his fingers through the
boy's mess of badly died peroxide blonde hair. He smiled as Craig kissed
his cheeks and forehead to reassure him at different times through their
quite conversation on the couch. Personally, Justin was scared to even sit
too close to the boy. He would have never thought that so much physical
contact would be good for someone who had been through the things Jeremy
had. Apparently, he would have been wrong.

"I know you think you're not hungry," Craig said holding the boy's hand,
"but you have to try and eat something."

Jeremy shrugged and then nodded, obviously deciding it wasn't worth putting
up a fight.

"Why don't you go take a shower and I'll order dinner for us," Craig said
patting his knee as he reached for the phone.

"I don't have anything to wear," he said finally realizing all of his
stuff, no matter how little of it there was, wasn't at the hotel.

"I'll get you some of my clothes. They'll work until we're able to buy you
some new things."

Jeremy nodded and stood, stretching his arms up to the ceiling and yawning
slightly.

Justin watched silently as he bent down and kissed Craig on the cheek and
then scurried off to the bathroom.

"What do you feel like?" Craig asked flipping through the room service
menu, phone in hand.

"Talking," Justin said slipping onto the couch next to him.

Craig put the phone receiver back on the cradle. "About what?"

"You're really going to ask that?"

"I know you're upset."

"I'm not upset. A little worried sure. But I'm not mad."

"Then what do we have to talk about?" Craig asked standing and walking into
the bedroom.

"Everything," Justin said following him. He could hear the shower water
running through the bathroom door he was standing by and he backed away a
little. "Look," he said quietly, "I don't mind him staying with us for a
while until we get this thing straightened out, but then what?"

"There is no then," Craig said flipping open his suitcase.

"So he's really going to live with us forever?"

"He's my brother. How could you even ask a question like that?"

"I'm sorry. But I just think there are so many things you're not thinking
about rationally."

"The only thing I need to be thinking about right now is how to get him out
of this goddamn town."

"And the whole kidnapping thing doesn't phase you a bit?"

"I doubt his uncle will report him missing."

"What if he does?"

"Then he does and we'll deal with it," he said tossing a t-shirt and a pair
of shorts onto the bed. "First thing in the morning I'm calling
Mr. Scheer. He'll be able to do whatever legal stuff that needs to be done
for me to gain full custody. It shouldn't be that hard."

"You need a blood test."

"I don't need one," Craig said shaking his head. "But I'm sure the courts
will make us take one."

"How do you even know he's telling the truth about this whole thing?"

Craig looked at him shocked. "If you had heard the things he told me today
you wouldn't even think about asking that question."

"I'm sure you're right, but I didn't. And I think that's a good thing. At
least one of us needs to think logically without getting wrapped up in
emotion."

"Well I'm so happy it's you Justin. Tell me how that works out."

"I don't want to fight with you. This isn't about us."

"It is about us. It's about you, me, and now Jeremy. This is our new
family. If you don't like it tell me now and Jeremy and I will leave."

"You would really throw away all we've had over this?"

"I can't even believe you could say it like that? Like this situation is
some insignificant thing. Like we're discussing washing dishes or
something. Jeremy is a human being. Besides that he is my brother and he is
in trouble."

"But how do you know he's really in trouble? What if he's making up the
whole thing just so he can get out of town? Or even take advantage of you
for your money."

"Because I trust him. And if that means I get taken advantage of so what?
It's only money. The thing I wouldn't be able to sleep with is if I left
him here, if I did absolutely nothing because there was a chance he was
lying to me."

"Okay," Justin said softly.

"Justin if you want us to leave just tell me and we'll go."

"No," he said walking towards the man. "I never want you to leave me. We're
in this together."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Justin said wrapping his arms around him. "I love you. And I stand
behind you no matter what decision you make. You're a very smart guy and I
trust your judgment. Plus, he's your brother right? You'd know if he was
lying."

Craig smiled and kissed his lips. "I think I'm just going to run out and
grab us a pizza. Will you be okay here?"

"Yes I'll be fine. It'll give me some time to get to know him better."

"I love you," he said kissing him again. "You have no idea how much."

Justin smiled and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. It shows me how much you care that you would ask
questions like that. And I promise they will all get answered as soon as we
get back. I could just never forgive myself if I left him here and
something terrible happened to him."

"I know," Justin said kissing his forehead. "You won't have to worry about
that."

Craig kissed his lips lightly. "Will you give him those clothes for me?" he
asked motioning towards the bed. "I'll be back in a little while."

"Be careful babe," Justin called after him.

Craig blew him a kiss as he left the room.

Justin looked towards the door to the bathroom and noticed it was slightly
cracked and the shower had stopped running. He grabbed the clothes and
knocked on it lightly.

Jeremy jumped back from the door he had been eavesdropping at and turned
towards the mirror. "Yeah?" he called out running his fingers through his
wet hair.

"Craig left these clothes for you," Justin said averting his eyes from the
half naked boy, only covered in a towel around his waist. He had no idea
what would make him feel uncomfortable. At this point he felt like he was
walking on egg shells when he even happened to glace at him, let alone look
at him with practically no clothes on.

"Thanks," he said looking at Justin through the foggy mirror.

Justin glanced up at him almost dropping the clothes when he saw the boy's
body. Jeremy's entire back was covered with long jagged red scars. There
had to be at least ten marks from his right shoulder to his left side ride
above his hip. It was hard to count exactly how many wounds there were
because large areas of his back were covered in black, blue, and yellow
tinted bruises.

Jeremy put his arms down to his sides as he watched Justin's reaction in
the mirror. There were cigarette burn marks from right above his elbow to
his shoulder on his left arm.

Justin was speechless. How could he doubt that a boy that age would make up
stories like that? Justin was normally a great believer in the unknown. But
he had to admit, in this case seeing really was believing.

***

"I was on my back with this big guy on top of me, fucking me as his friend
video taped it, teasing me with promises of more heroine. That's when I
knew I had hit rock bottom."

"Thank you for sharing," everyone said in unison.

Wade rolled his eyes as the woman who had just spoke sniffled, bit her
bottom lip, and embraced the councilor. Mike something he thought his name
was. Well he guessed they were all Mike something's since no one used last
names and in some cases didn't even use their first name.

Wade knew that coming to narcotics anonymous meetings was not going to be
easy. But honestly he thought it wouldn't for different reasons then having
to sit through a bunch of boring people's boring stories about drugs, sex,
and rock 'n roll. He thought he would really work through his issues with
using coke and come to some conclusions about why the drug was so appealing
to him. Instead he sat there on a hard metal chair as person after person
got up and told some sad sob story about their breaking point.

The only thing this was really teaching him was that he didn't really
belong there. He didn't have a story like that. He couldn't even think of
one time his taking coke had really affected anything. So what, he was late
a couple of times and partied too much. Who doesn't do that stuff? There
really is a thing as recreational drug use and he finally realized that he
was one of those people that was not addicted to the drug itself but
addicted to having fun. What was wrong with that?

He looked towards the door wanting to bolt for it just as a tall guy
strutted in and plopped into a seat behind him. Wade didn't really pay much
attention to him. Sure the guy was hot, light brown hair, blue eyes, and a
broad smile that was very out of place in their current surroundings. But
he really just wanted to get out of there without anyone paying much
attention.

Wade glanced back again trying to determine exactly how far he would have
to crawl on his belly to make it out of there undetected. The guy smiled at
him and winked. Wade instinctively smiled back but turned back around in
his chair dreading having to pay attention to "Carl," if that was his real
name, and his admittance to running a Meth lab out of his apartment.

He knew he shouldn't, but Wade glanced back one more time, not at all at
the door this time, but at the guy. He figured it wouldn't be so bad if he
just got an eye full before skipping out on the rest of the meeting. After
all he should get something for being there. Unfortunately the seat the
guy's hot ass had occupied was now empty. Maybe he was just hallucinating
hot guys that day, it happened from time to time. Wade wondered if there
had been something in the coffee he had choked down before the meeting
began. He sat back in his chair and sighed.

"Hi," the guy said slipping into the seat next to him.

"Hi," Wade said smiling at him. He glanced down at the cup of coffee he was
holding. "You may not want to drink that."

"Why?" he whispered looking at the steaming brown liquid.

"I think it's laced," he said laughing quietly.

"Then I definitely want to drink it," he said taking a sip. "I'm Tim."

"Wade."

"I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm new, I guess. I think this will be my last meeting."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "It's just not for me. I don't think I have a problem like all
these other people. Sorry, no offense."

"It's cool. I'm only here to pick up guys," he said winking one clear blue
eye at him again.

"Funny."

"Really think so?"

"Sure."

"Want to get out of here? I have something to show you."

Wade laughed, "Like what?"

Tim pulled a small vial of white powder out of his jacket and flashed it at
Wade. "Interested?"

Wade shrugged not really sure what to do. He looked back down at Tim's lap
where the cup of coffee had been but it was gone. Instead, a huge bulge in
the man's jeans replaced it. Wade could see the outline of his cock running
down his thigh.

Tim squeezed it and smiled at him. "So?" he whispered.

"I'll go but you have to promise to show me something else too."

"Deal."

They were able to leave the room without getting stoned or hissed at like
Wade was sure would happen. Once outside, Tim stopped at the corner of the
building in the alley.

"Here," he said offering Wade the first line off the back of his hand.

Wade held one side of his nose closed and sniffed the line up feeling light
headed before he was even halfway finished.

"Wow," he said closing his eyes and leaning against the brick building. He
ran his finger over his nose and sniffed up the remaining powder left near
his top lip.

"Another?" Tim asked after sniffing some himself.

"Hell yeah." Wade did another line and rubbed the remaining powder on his
gums. His mouth began to tingle and his head was spinning as he felt Tim
pulling up his t-shirt.

"You have a really hot body," Tim said in his ear.

Wade smiled as he unbuttoned the man's pants to peek at the monster cock
that resided there. He reached his hand in and gasped when he felt the huge
throbbing member spasm in his hand.

Tim pushed his hand down Wade's pants as well pulling on his cock to get it
completely hard.

Wade moaned squirming around a bit to make his jeans fall down his
legs. They went to right below his ass when Tim pushed them down. He ran
his fingers along the crack of Wade's ass feeling his smooth tight
asshole. He pushed his finger inside fucking him with it. He added a second
and then a third finger.

Wade panted over his shoulder, still keeping his hand firmly grasped around
the man's gigantic cock.

Tim turned Wade around, pushing him against the side of the building in the
alley and positioned himself behind him. He fingered his ass a little more,
Wade riding and fucking against his fingers with every thrust.

"Fuck me," he said groaning.

Tim placed his cock in his hand and started to push it into Wade's ass. Tim
moaned and strained with every thrust, driving his huge pole deeper into
the man's ass.

"Do you want to take it all slut?" he asked fucking him harder.

"Yes," Wade whimpered loving the feeling of practically being split in half
by the man's cock.

"Oh fuck!" Tim yelled burying his entire cock up into Wade's ass. He fucked
him harder, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming his eleven
inches all the way up his ass. "You like that?" he asked as he continued to
thrust in and out slapping his ass.

"Fuck yeah!"

"You like being my little cock slut don't you?" Tim asked pulling Wade's
head back by his hair. He turned the man's face roughly towards him and
pushed his tongue in his mouth.

Wade's cries were muffled by Tim's mouth as he began to cum. He shot long
ropes of white cum against the side of the building.

When Tim broke the kiss, still panting, he pushed deep inside of Wade's ass
letting his cock explode with shot after shot of cum.

Wade could fill his ass being filled up. He could feel the hot cum shooting
so deep inside him. He felt Tim pull out and kiss the side of his neck.

"You're a good fuck," he said pulling up his jeans.

Wade did the same, knowing he would have to drive across town to his
apartment to clean up before going home to JC. Good thing he had left the
meeting early.

"Call me if you ever want to get fucked out of your mind again," Tim said,
slipping his card into the back pocket of Wade's jeans as he kissed him
again and slapped his ass one last time.

Wade closed his eyes as the kiss ended and when he opened them Tim was
gone. He was almost positive he had fantasized the whole scenario. He would
have been one hundred percent positive if he didn't feel the warm cum
running out of his ass and down his leg.

**Hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter. The next one should be up in about
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