Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2009 05:23:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: yd09871@yahoo.com
Subject: Travis' Adventures - Travis meets Justin

Travis' Adventures - Part IX
Travis and Justin
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Three days after Miguel's gangbang, the Mexican teen returned to the
bookstore.  It was almost 2:30 a.m. and the bookstore was almost deserted.
A few customers were in the movie arcade, but the main store was empty
except for Corey who was sitting behind the counter reading a book.

Miguel was horny, looking for somebody to relieve his hard cock.  Miguel
saw Corey sitting behind the cash register reading as he closed the door
behind himself.  The Mexican teen was hoping he would find the
freckle-faced blonde girl with the big tits who he had fucked in the
parking lot.  Miguel stroked himself through his tight jeans as he
remembered that night.

Corey saw the Mexican teen enter and smiled to himself.  The effeminate
young man put down his book and waved at Miguel.

"Hi, honey," Corey said.  "What brings you here tonight?"  Miguel smiled at
the young man and sauntered over to the counter.

"Looking for some pussy," the Mexican teen answered, still rubbing the hard
lump in his jeans.

"Oh, I thought maybe you were looking for Yoshi," Corey teased.  "I thought
maybe you fell in love."  The young man remembered Miguel naked and tied
down on the office desk as the Asian teen rooted his ass and Jamie fucked
his mouth.  The memory made Corey's cock stir.

"Real funny, faggot," Miguel answered, not in the least embarrassed.  "You
faggots fucked me good, but next time I'm going to get me some Jap pussy."
Actually, the memory of being tied down naked, helpless and getting
ass-fucked by the dominant Asian teen made him just as hard as thinking
about the big-titted blonde girl.  Still, Miguel had to keep up his macho
image.  "If you faggots hadn't tied me up I would have fucked you all."
The Mexican teen paused as he saw Corey smile.

"You seen that blonde bitch with the big tits?"  he asked.  "You know, the
one I..."

"I know who you mean, honey," Corey interrupted.  "She was here a few hours
ago.  Some black guy banged her..."  The young man saw the crestfallen
Mexican teen's jaw drop and he grinned.  "No, honey, I'm just teasing.  I
haven't seen her."  Corey liked teasing Miguel.

"Don't do that, faggot," Miguel replied.  "It's not funny.  Maybe I'll fuck
you later."

"Maybe," Corey said, tossing his head and looking into Miguel's black eyes.
"Or maybe not."  The young man opened the cash register and extracted a
handful of movie tokens.  He pushed them across the counter toward the
Mexican teen.  "Here.  Go watch a movie.  There's a guy in number five who
might help you out."

"Thanks, baby."  Miguel scooped up the tokens and disappeared into the
movie arcade.  Thirty minutes later Corey heard the door open and looked up
from his book.  The young man recognized the gay teen hustler who entered
the store.  Corey waved the teen over to the counter and greeted him
warmly.  He was glad to see his young friend.

* * *

Justin was a week away from his seventeenth birthday and he had been living
on his own for a little over a year.  He was five feet, ten inches tall,
lean with well-defined muscles.  He had collar length, dirty-blonde hair
that he wore combed straight back from his forehead.  He was quite
handsome, in a teenage way, with an unblemished complexion and a wide smile
that revealed large, pearly-white teeth, which, together with his blue eyes
revealed his Scandinavian heritage.  Tonight he wore a tight blue tee-shirt
and even tighter faded blue jeans.  Justin never wore underwear or socks
when he went out hustling, always expecting to strip naked at a moment's
notice.

Justin had grown up in rural Minnesota, the youngest child in a
poverty-stricken family of six.  His parents were alcoholic and often
abusive.  Sometimes when his parents had been drinking heavily, his father
beat his mother.  Justin's siblings were unusually protective of him, and
shielded him from his father's rages.  Justin had learned to cook at an
early age, and he usually cooked the family meals, something he enjoyed.
In school, Justin excelled in history, science and mathematics.  He loved
learning, reading, and often dreamed of traveling to far-away lands.

He enrolled in the school's Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps.  By his
junior year, Justin was promoted to cadet-sergeant.  On training days, his
uniform was impeccable; he washed, starched and ironed his greens at home.
He loved the discipline and physical training, and he excelled at
marksmanship.  The retired Army sergeant-major who ran the JROTC program
pronounced Justin as his best cadet.  He treated Justin to his first beer
and regaled the youngster with war stories from his experiences in Europe
and Korea.  Justin liked the old infantry sergeant-major and laughed at his
humorous stories, but he decided he didn't like beer.  He hoped for an ROTC
scholarship.  He would gladly exchange military service for an education.

After school, Justin worked at a drive-in hamburger stand and saved his
money for the college he hoped to attend.

Justin had always known he was gay.  During his freshman year of high
school, Justin had been seduced by an upperclassman.  His seducer was a
jock, and for the next year and a half Justin got passed around among a
small group of horny jocks who used him for sex when their girlfriends
wouldn't put out.  Justin didn't mind.  He liked giving blowjobs.  A few of
the jocks reciprocated, Justin liked the sex and companionship, and the
jocks never mistreated him.  Until his junior year in high school, Justin's
secret had remained hidden.  Then a substitute teacher caught him
half-naked and blowing another boy in an empty classroom.  The teacher
called the police.

That night Justin's drunken father beat him to a bloody pulp, blackening
his eyes and splitting his lip.  With his secret now revealed the torment
at school began.  Suddenly he had no friends.  Even the small group of
jocks he had thought were his friends now shunned him.  The other students
and some of the teachers teased him mercilessly, even the jocks.  He was
kicked out of JROTC for "moral turpitude."  His once-beloved English
teacher, who had assigned him so many books to read and had openly praised
his book reports in class, called him a queer.  The boys shoved him in the
halls and picked fights with him while the girls giggled and jeered.
Justin fought back as best he could, but the young teenager was
overwhelmed.

It seemed like even his own family had turned against him.  His two older
brothers called him a faggot.  His older sister, a senior at the same high
school, publicly addressed him as "Justine."  His father remained openly
hostile and often slapped him around.  Justin's mother was heart-broken.
She retreated further into the bottle and seldom spoke to her youngest son.
Every night, young Justin cried himself to sleep.

One day at school, when Justin had to urinate he observed the boys' room to
ensure it was empty before he entered.  Upon entry, he discovered his chief
JROTC instructor zipping up his fly.  The old sergeant-major faced the boy.

"Listen up,," the old infantryman softly said., in contrast to his usual
parade-ground bellowing "There's no such thing as a faggot in a foxhole.
If I ever go into combat again, I want you around me.  You`d make a good
officer."  The sergeant-major hesitated He gripped Justin's upper arm for a
moment.  The sergeant-major was blunt.  "There's nothing I can do.  I wish
I could.  You're fucked."  He tossed off a sloppy field-salute and marched
out of the boys' room.  Justin locked himself in a stall and silently wept.
The young boy felt himself completely abandoned.

After just two months, Justin could take no more.  He stole some money from
the drive-in where he worked after school, emptied his savings account and
ran away, first to Minneapolis, then Chicago, then to Nashville when the
weather became too cold up north.

During his time on the street, Justin had discovered there were men who
would pay for sex with handsome teenage boys.  At first Justin trolled the
adult theaters and bookstores offering his young body for money.  In
Chicago, he had worked for an older man who had a stable of six other
teenage runaways.  At night they worked a stretch of city street known as
"Chickenhawk Drive" because of the dozens of male hustlers who prowled for
tricks.  Sometimes the men took him to a motel, but usually Justin simply
had sex in their cars while parked in a vacant lot.  Justin received ten
dollars for a blowjob and twenty for an ass-fuck.  He usually turned three
or four tricks every night.

The man who pimped him out every night took most of the money Justin earned
in return for the right to sleep in a dirty two-bedroom apartment with the
other six teens.  Most of them had drug problems, personality disorders, or
both.  Justin hated the place and he hated working the cold streets.  Some
of the men were abusive.  On a snowy night in early February, a
half-drunken man had taken him into an alley and stripped him naked.  The
man reeked of beer and body odor.  As Justin knelt naked in the snow, the
man fucked the shivering teenager's mouth as he gripped two handfuls
Justin's blond hair.

"Are you cold, queer-boy?"  the man asked after he had ejaculated into
Justin's mouth.

"Hell yes," Justin replied, wiping the man's sperm from his lips with the
back of his hand.

"Well, this will warm you up," the man said.  He proceeded to piss all over
the naked teenager kneeling in the snowy alley, hosing him down from his
blond head to his crotch with a steady stream of hot, smelly urine.
Despite the cold and the humiliation of being pissed on, Justin's young
cock remained erect, and the naked teenager beat his meat as man sprayed
his hot piss over Justin's face and bare chest.  Justin was afraid the man
would beat him, but the drunk tossed him a five-dollar bill.

"Here's a tip, faggot," the man said, and walked away laughing.

That night, in the crowded apartment, surrounded by smelly, snoring
boy-hustlers, Justin again cried himself to sleep.  But he was determined
to escape and he formulated a plan.  He had heard some of the other
hustlers say that Florida was much better than Chicago.  One Friday night,
Justin secretly packed up his meager belongings and sneaked his bag past
the pimp.  In the early morning hours, instead of returning to the pimp's
apartment with his earnings, Justin bought a Greyhound ticket and caught a
bus for Miami.

He got as far as Nashville.  It was shortly after midnight when the bus
pulled into the downtown station.  Justin went to the rest room where a
group of young toughs beat him up, took his money, his bag and left him
laying on the pissy rest room floor.  It was the worst night of Justin's
life.  Beaten, broke and alone in a strange city, he wanted to cry.
Instead, Justin walked the streets until he found an adult bookstore.  He
needed some money and he knew only one way to earn it in a hurry.

It was also the night Justin met Corey.  They young man saw Justin walk in,
his nose bloody, face bruised and lower lip swollen.  He locked the cash
register and quickly ushered the teenager into the office.  Corey cleaned
him up as Justin told the young man what had happened to him and confessed
his plight.  Corey held Justin when the teenager suddenly broke into tears
and let him cry on his shoulder for a few minutes.  They young man heard a
customer demanding service, so he told Justin to stay in the office and
went back to the cash register.

At 4:00 a.m. Corey locked up the bookstore, went to the office and found
Justin sleeping on the sofa, curled up in the fetal position, his knees
tucked up under his chin.  The young man made an instant decision, and when
his shift ended he took Justin to his apartment.

Like Justin's father, Corey's father flew into a rage when he discovered
his son's sexual orientation.  Corey's sexuality was revealed when an
anonymously-mailed package containing one of Corey's gay porn movies
arrived at his father's office.  Corey came from a prominent old-money
family in southern Alabama, and his sexuality, especially his acting in gay
porn films, would have provoked a huge scandal and devastated his family.
But Corey's parents genuinely loved him.  His father had demanded he leave
home immediately, but secretly provided his son with financial support on
the condition that the young man stop making gay porn and stay out of
Alabama.  He paid Corey's tuition at the University campus where they young
man was studying art history and also provided a small stipend that allowed
Corey to live in a nice, two-bedroom apartment in a better part of town.

At his apartment, Corey cooked breakfast for himself and Justin.  They
talked and exchanged their personal stories.  Corey put Justin up in the
spare bedroom and told the teenager he was welcome to stay until he got
himself together.  At first Justin resisted, but Corey insisted.  That
night Justin accompanied Corey to work.  Although he felt compassion for
him the young man didn't yet fully trust the teenager and didn't want to
leave him alone in the apartment.  But by Monday, Corey realized the
teenager didn't have a drug problem so he left him in the apartment when he
went to class.  When the young man returned, he discovered Justin had
cooked dinner for the both of them.  That night, Corey didn't work and he
and Justin had sex.

* * *

That was in February and it was now late August.  Justin had stayed at
Corey's apartment for almost two weeks.  At the time, Corey had a
boyfriend, an older professor who taught at the University the young man
attended, and he was becoming increasingly jealous of the young teen who
was sharing his lover's apartment.  The situation between Corey and the
professor deteriorated until Corey obtained a fake ID for the teenager and
found Justin a job at a "modeling agency" where the young man had worked
before he started school.  Corey knew the management was fair and treated
the "models" well.

The agency employed mostly females, but had a few young males.  Justin did
some modeling, but mostly he provided sexual services to men who had a
penchant for teenage males and had the money to indulge their proclivities.
The agency was fairly discriminate and quickly dropped abusive clients.
Justin kept half of his fees and all of his tips.  He was good at providing
sexual services, always clean, sober and well groomed.  His lithe, smooth
body, coupled with his handsome young face and seeming enthusiasm soon
ensured that clients often asked for him when they called the agency.  The
agency charged a client a hundred dollars for a session with Justin, and
the teenager usually saw four or five clients each week.

The teenager from Minnesota now shared a room in a dingy motel with another
hustler named Ricky.  Like Justin, Ricky was a runaway.  Ricky, a thin,
pimply nineteen-year old with reddish hair and a long, limp cock, wasn't
gay and didn't particularly like having sex with men, but he had a serious
drug addiction and always needed money.  Justin didn't trust Ricky and
always made sure he deposited his earnings at the bank before he returned
to the room they shared.

Soon Justin developed a small, regular clientele, mostly older men who
liked a little kink with their boy-sex.  Most wanted to be dominated, and
the teenage hustler found he was quite talented at satisfying their
desires.  Justin could be submissive, too, and he would allow his supple
young body to be used by a select few dominant men.  He found that
submitting to an older, dominant man excited him tremendously, and that he
liked a little pain with sex.

One client, a muscular leather-stud businessman in his mid-forties, tied up
the young hustler.  The agency had referred him to a dominatrix.  In her
dungeon, Justin submitted to the leather stud and the dominatrix.  Dressed
in a leather chest harness and black leather cock and ball pouch, the
dominant man attached clothespins to the naked teenage hustler's throbbing
cock and nipples as Justin dangled helplessly from his leather wrist
restraints, then whipped and verbally abused him before he fucked the
teenager and masturbated him to an explosive orgasm.  Justin was well-paid
for this session, and with his earnings he bought some bondage equipment
and leather garments.  He often masturbated recalling that three-hour
session and he hoped the dominatrix would request his services again.

* * *

Corey and Justin stood at the counter and talked.  Justin sometimes stopped
by the bookstore at night to talk.  The young man and the teenage hustler
had become very good friends since the night Corey had first befriended
him.  They sometimes had sex at Corey's apartment, but both tended to be
more of a bottom.  The teen hustler had perfected his deep-throat technique
by frequent practice on Corey's enormous cock.  Although Justin was
comfortable servicing older men, he was primarily attracted to young
teenagers his own age and he liked guys who were assertive and confident.

Justin was unhappy with his room mate.  He had come to the store tonight
because Ricky had a client in the room.

"I don't like him and I don't trust him," the teenager confided in his
friend.  "He's working off the books now.  The agency doesn't know he's
stealing clients."

"Well, why don't you move out, honey?"  Corey asked.  "Get an apartment."

"I couldn't afford it," Justin replied.

"How much do you make?"  Corey asked.

"Maybe three or four hundred a week," the teenager answered.  "Sometimes
more, sometimes less."

"That's plenty," Corey told Justin.  "I know a nice, furnished one-bedroom
that would be perfect for you.  The rent is $225.00 a month.  I can take
you there as soon as I get off work."

The door opened and a man walked into the bookstore.  He looked around,
then approached the counter and asked Corey for five dollar's worth of
tokens.  As the young man opened the cash register and counted out the
tokens, Justin saw the man looking at him.  The teenage hustler smiled and
struck a suggestive pose.  The man appeared to be in his early 40's,
muscular with thick black hair and a moustache.  He was wearing khaki
shorts and a loose button-down shirt with a floral pattern.  The man
accepted the tokens, smiled at Justin and went to the movie arcade, pausing
to look over his shoulder at the teenager before disappearing into the
arcade.  Justin looked at Corey, who shook his head and smiled.  The
teenager seldom trolled the bookstores since he had landed the job at the
modeling agency, but tonight he was feeling horny.

"Twenty bucks is twenty bucks," Justin said as he turned to follow the man
into the arcade.  "Besides, I'm feeling a little horny tonight."

"You're always horny, sweetie," Corey laughed and returned to his book.

Inside the dimly-lit arcade, Justin approached the man and pulled off his
white tee-shirt.

"I'll suck you off for twenty dollars," Justin said as he struck a
provocative, slutty pose.  The man gave Justin a twenty-dollar bill and the
blond teenager put the bill in his pocket, then pulled off his white
tee-shirt.  He stood bare-chested in the arcade, with his hands clasped
behind his head, his chest thrust out as the man felt him up.  Justin liked
exposing his body and he liked it when a client touched him.  He brazenly
groped the man's crotch and felt the man's stiff cock.  Justin felt his own
cock hardening.  The half-naked teenage hustler pulled the man into a booth
and closed the door.

The man put some tokens into the coin box and the television came to life.
The man sat in the plastic chair and opened his shorts, revealing a thick,
meaty cock that was only half-hard.

"Get naked, kid," the man whispered, stroking his cock.  "I like my bitches
nude'" Justin smiled and silently unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall
in a pool around his ankles.  He never wore underwear when he visited the
bookstore, always expecting some action.

The teenager's eight-inch, uncircumcised cock was fully hard and pointed up
obscenely at a forty-five degree angle above a smooth, tight white scrotum.
The man tentatively touched Justin's cock as he admired the teenager's
young body.  Justin's smooth body was completely hairless.  He had
well-developed pectorals with quarter-sized brown nipples and a perfectly
flat stomach.  Over the summer, Justin had a developed a deep, rich tan
while sunbathing at the motel pool.  The teenager's arms, torso and smooth,
shapely legs were a uniform shade of brown, but his bubble ass and shaved
crotch were his natural creamy white.

Justin caressed his naked chest and played with his own hard nipples for a
few minutes as the man looked him over.  The man's cock was now fully erect
and he was stroking himself as the naked teenager silently knelt between
his legs and tugged the man's shorts down to his ankles.  Justin removed
the man's hand from his cock, then leaned forward to unbutton the man's
shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered with a thick mat of black hair.
His fingers found the man's nipples, and he gently manipulated the hard
nubs until the man closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure.  Justin saw the
man's gold wedding band on his left ring finger, and it turned the teenager
on even more.  There was always something exciting about servicing a
married client.  Justin always wondered what the wife would say if she knew
a teenage hustler was stealing her man's ball-juice.

Miguel was sitting in a movie booth flipping through the channels and idly
stroking his half-hard cock.  The guy in number five, who Corey had
suggested might take care of his needs, had turned out to be a muscular
middle-aged black man who had angrily threatened to beat Miguel's skinny
spic ass when the Mexican teen had knocked on the door and rudely
interrupted his jack-off session.  Frightened and humiliated, Miguel had
beat a hasty retreat to the booth furthest from number five and locked the
door, hoping the enraged black man didn't follow him.  That fucking faggot
is gonna pay for his little joke with his stinking ass, the Mexican teen
said to himself, thinking of Corey.

Miguel was still hoping the blonde girl would show up.  Every time he heard
sounds in the arcade hallway, the Mexican teen cracked his door open and
peeked out, hoping to see her.  Miguel heard voices in the hallway, and he
peeked out the door again.  Instead of the girl, the Mexican teen saw a
handsome blond teenager standing next to an older man.  The two were
talking in low whispers and Miguel couldn't make out their conversation.
He thought the teenager was beautiful, tanned, his dirty blonde hair combed
straight back from his forehead and reaching down to the collar of his
tee-shirt.  The teenager was wearing a white tee-shirt and tight jeans
showed off his tight ass.  Miguel detected a sizeable bulge in the
teenager's crotch.  Suddenly the blond teenager pulled off his tee-shirt
and let the man explore his naked chest with his hands.  Miguel boned up
instantly.  The man and the hot-looking teenager stepped into a booth and
closed the door.

The Mexican teen forgot all about the blonde girl.  He hurried to a booth
adjoining the one the man and the teenager had entered.  He found a small
hole drilled in the wall and peered through it into the next booth.  The
teenager was now naked, his hard prick displayed proudly.  Miguel watched
as the teenager played with the man's hairy chest and nipples, then work
his way down to the man's crotch.  The blond teenager licked the man's hard
shaft, then took the golf-ball sized cockhead into his mouth.  Miguel beat
his meat as he watched the young blond service the older man's prick.

Justin was savoring the taste and texture of the cock in his mouth.  The
naked teenage hustler loved sucking off a client.  It gave him a feeling of
power and control knowing he could coax the cum from a man's balls using
just his mouth and throat.  The man was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum,
and Justin knew that man wouldn't last much longer.  The teenager heard a
noise from the adjacent booth.  He spied the small hole in the wall and
realized he had an audience.  It was fairly common to attract an anonymous
observer when Justin worked a booth and it always gave him a special thrill
knowing that a man was beating off as he watched the teenage hustler
perform.  He decided to give the voyeur a show.

The naked teenage hustler turned slightly so the voyeur would have an
unobstructed as he sucked the man's meat-pole.  Justin licked the man's
cock-shaft and tongued his piss-slit.  He slurped and sucked as he fondled
the man's hairy scrotum.  With his other hand, Justin rubbed the man's
hairy chest and played with his erect nipples.  The man was moaning in
pleasure as the teenage hustler serviced his prick, oblivious to the
presence of an observer in the adjacent booth.  Justin twisted and turned
as he sucked, giving the voyeur a clear view of his naked body.  The man
whispered a warning that he was going to cum.  The teenager gripped the
man's throbbing cock and rapidly bobbed his head until he felt the man
stiffen, groan and fill his mouth with a load of hot, salty man-cum.  The
man stood and buttoned his shirt as the kneeling, naked teenager licked his
deflating cock, capturing the last drops of sperm that dribbled from his
piss-slit.  The man finished re-arranging his clothes, smiled at the
teenage cocksucker and silently left the booth.

The Mexican teen pressed his eye to the peep-hole and peered into the
adjacent booth.  He avidly watched as the naked blond teenager sucked the
seated man's cock.  The spectacle turned him on tremendously, and he fisted
his dark brown fuck-meat as he watched.  Miguel admired both the teenager's
cocksucking skills and his lean, lithe body.  The contrast between the
teenager's lily-white ass and his tanned torso and limbs especially excited
the Mexican teen, and Miguel longed to stick his prick between those pale
white buns.  He saw the man cum, and saw the teenager swallow the man's
load.  When the man was gone, Miguel hurried to the other booth, not
bothering to put his hard cock back in his pants, determined to fuck the
blond teenager.

Justin was stepping into his jeans, trying to tuck in his still-erect cock,
when he noticed a shadow cross doorway of the booth.  Looking up, the
teenager saw a Hispanic youth, perhaps a few years older than himself,
dressed in black jeans and a lightweight dark pullover shirt, standing in
the door.  Justin thought the Hispanic teen was quite good-looking, with a
slim body, thick black hair, and black eyes that were burning with lust.
The fly of his black jeans was open and the youth was stroking a sizeable
cock as he stared at the teenage hustler.  The taste of the man's sperm
still fresh in his mouth, Justin decided to see where this would go, so he
let his jeans drop again to the floor and turned to face the Hispanic
youth, naked and willing.

"Do you see something you like?"  Justin boldly asked, taking a step toward
the Hispanic youth, his erect eight-inch white prick leading the way.

"Fuck yeah!"  the Hispanic teen said.  He was very worked-up after
witnessing the teenager suck off the older man.  Miguel quickly embraced
the naked blond teenager, not even bothering to close the door, pulling
Justin tight against him, caressing his back and thrusting his tongue into
his mouth.  The blond teenager returned the embrace and wrapped his arms
around Miguel's waist.  Justin was growing hornier by the second.  He could
feel the other teen's hard cock hot against his bare flesh.  The Hispanic
youth was squeezing his ass with one hand and caressing his back with the
other.  Justin worked his hands under the Hispanic teen's shirt and briefly
thumbed the teen's nipples before he pulled the shirt up over the other
teen's head.


Miguel briefly broke the kiss as the blond teenager stripped off his
pullover shirt.  The Hispanic teen quickly pulled off his jeans and kicked
off his shoes. But for his socks, Miguel was now just as naked as the other
teen.  The two teens resumed their kiss, embracing each other, rubbing
their hot, naked bodies together.  Miguel gripped the teenager's ass and
kneaded the bare white flesh as he pushed against Justin until the horny
teenage hustler was sandwiched between the wall and the aggressive Hispanic
teen.  Miguel pressed Justin against the wall, the two teens humped their
wet cocks against each other as they kissed.

Justin was incredibly turned on.  He could still taste the man's cum in his
mouth and the aggressive Hispanic teen who had him pinned against the wall
was making him hornier by the minute.  The teenager felt the Hispanic
youth's fingers probing his ass crack, so he lifted his right leg and
wrapped it around the other teen's ass, giving him easier access to his
hole.  Balancing himself on one foot, Justin broke the kiss and tilted his
head back, eyes closed.  Miguel began licking his neck, and then thrust his
wet tongue into the teenager's ear.

"Oh, baby," the Hispanic teen whispered.  "You're so fucking beautiful...I
want to fuck you so bad..."

Justin felt the Hispanic teen fingering his hole, and the other teen's
dirty talk stimulated him even more.  He was desperate for a cock in his
ass.  Justin pushed Miguel away and began kissing his chest as he reached
for the Hispanic teen's cock.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Miguel panted.  "Suck my tits."  He grabbed two handfuls
of the teenager's blond hair and guided Justin's hot mouth to his dark,
silver dollar-sized nipples.  Justin worked over the Hispanic teen's big
nipples, sucking and biting the hard nubs as he jacked the other teen's
dripping meat-stick for a few minutes and Miguel moaned in pleasure.

"Goddamn, you're fucking good," Miguel panted.  He pushed the eager
teenager to his knees, his fingers still entwined in Justin's blond hair.
He moved his hips from side to side, slapping the teenager's face with his
engorged, leaking prick.  "Let's see what you can do with my big cock,
baby."

Justin opened his mouth and caught Miguel's dark brown prick between his
lips while he skinned back the thick foreskin with his fingers.  He sucked
hard on the Hispanic teen's sensitive cock-knob, making him gasp with
pleasure.  Miguel held Justin's head by the hair and face-fucked him for a
few minutes while the kneeling teenage cocksucker beat his meat.

"Time to fuck, baby."  Miguel growled as he pulled Justin to his feet and
spun him around so the teenager faced the wall.  Justin braced himself
against the wall with his hands, stuck his ass in the air and offered his
hole to the Hispanic teen.  Miguel stuck two fingers into Justin's mouth.
"Get 'me wet.  Suck 'em like a cock, bitch."  Justin closed his eyes and
sucked on the Mexican teen's fingers.

Miguel withdrew his fingers from Justin's mouth and worked his spit-soaked
digits into the teenager's willing ass.  Justin was panting with
anticipation as Miguel twisted his fingers and stretched his tight teen
asshole.  The teenage hustler was hornier than he had been since leaving
Minnesota and wanted a good, hard ass-fuck.  He heard Miguel hawk up a wad
of phlegm as the Mexican teen removed his fingers from ass and spread his
cheeks.  The Mexican teen spit and Justin felt the wad of snot hit his
asshole.  The teenage hustler felt the wet, spongy head of Miguel's big
prick against his hot hole.  Miguel gripped Justin's hips and thrust his
cock up the teenager's willing hole.  Justin emitted a stifled cry of pain
and pleasure as the Mexican teen penetrated him.

"Fuck me!"  Justin shouted as the Mexican teen shoved his cock into the
blond teenager's anal cavity.  "Fuck me hard!"  Those were the first, and
only, words Justin spoke to the Hispanic youth whose hard meat was invading
his hole, but they were enough to inspire the hard fuck that the young
teenage hustler desperately needed.

It was a short, brutal fuck and both teens enjoyed every minute.  Braced
against the wall, Justin felt Miguel's hands all over his naked body as the
sweaty Mexican teen plundered his teen hole, pinching his nipples, spanking
his ass, pulling his hair, squeezing his bloated balls.  Miguel continued
his obscene talk as he roughly fucked the teenager, calling him a hot
cocksucker, a bitch, a whore.  Justin was panting with lust as Miguel
pounded his tight, teen asshole.  With his left hand, the Mexican teen
grabbed a handful of Justin's long blond hair while he grabbed the
teenager's rock-hard prick with his right hand.  After only a few strokes,
Miguel felt the teenage hustler's cock throb and heard him cry out in
pleasure.  Several thick ribbons of hot teen spunk shot from Justin's
pulsing prick and streaked the wall of the movie booth, but the teenager's
cock remained stiff and throbbing.  A few minutes later, Miguel dumped his
load of boiling teen cream into Justin's clinging ass.

"Yeah, bitch," the Mexican teen shouted, spanking the teenager's ass.  "I
just knocked you up, baby."

When his balls were completely drained, Miguel withdrew his slimy prick
from Justin's hole, and the teenager collapsed on the floor.  He rolled
over on his back, spread his legs wide and began shamelessly masturbating
himself.

Standing over the prone teenager, Miguel squeezed his cock and wrung out
the last of his sperm, the droplets landing on Justin's bare chest.  He
wanted to fuck the horny teenager again, but it was late and Justin had
exhausted him.  The Mexican teen dressed as he watched the naked teenager
furiously jack his joint.  Just as the Mexican teen zipped up his black
jeans, Justin shot a second load of spunk all over his chest.  As he left
the booth, Miguel watched the teenager use both hands to spread the hot cum
all over his chest and nipples.

After the man Justin serviced left the bookstore, Corey had locked the
door.  Only Justin, Miguel and the young man were left in the store, and
Corey had a pretty good idea of what Miguel and Justin were doing in the
movie arcade.  A few minutes after he had locked the door, Corey had heard
a lusty shout of "Fuck me!" emanate from deep in the arcade, he knew for
certain.  Twenty minutes later, the young man saw the Mexican teen exit the
arcade, a cocky smirk on his face.  Corey went to unlock the door as the
Miguel approached.

"Sorry, faggot," Miguel said in mock disappointment.  "No cock for you
tonight."

"Oh?"  Corey responded, arching his eyebrows.

"Yeah," the Mexican teen said as Corey unlocked the door.  "I just fucked
the shit out of some other faggot," Miguel said proudly, jerking his head
toward the arcade, his arrogant machismo restored.  "He's still back there
jacking off and begging for more.  Maybe you can help him out."  Corey
opened the door, but Miguel paused before exiting.

"You tell that Jap cocksucker to come back here sometime," Miguel said in
his usual arrogant tone.  "You tell him I'll fuck his Jap pussy and fuck
his faggot boyfriend"

"I'll be sure to deliver the message, honey," Corey replied.  The Mexican
teen offered the young man a wolfish grin before he swaggered out the door
and into the breaking dawn twilight.

Corey re-locked the door and went to the movie arcade.  The young man
looked into the dimly-lit booth and peered down at his naked, well-fucked
teenage friend laying on the floor.  Justin's eyes were closed, and he wore
a smile of contentment on his slightly parted lips.  The prone teenager was
still playing with the thick cum on his chest.

"Well, honey," Corey said smiling.  "You look happy."  Justin opened his
eyes and looked up at his friend.  "You made Miguel very happy, too."

"Miguel?"  Justin asked quizzically.  "Was that his name?"

* * *

A week later, Justin celebrated his seventeenth birthday by signing the
lease on a comfortable one-bedroom apartment in a new apartment complex.
The complex had sixty units, most still empty, a pool, laundry and a
recreation room.  The four apartment buildings in the complex were arranged
around the pool and the adjacent recreation building.

Justin's apartment was on the third floor of a three-story unit.  From his
front window, he had a view of the pool area and from the private balcony
of his bedroom Justin had a view of a heavily-wooded city park across the
street.  The balcony was secluded from the adjacent apartments and often
Justin spread a beach towel on the balcony floor and sun-bathed in the
nude.  Sometimes he masturbated under the hot summer sun.

The apartment was furnished with cheap but comfortable furniture.  The
young teenager loved the kitchen because he loved to cook.  The kitchen was
as large as his bedroom and had double sink, a four-burner gas stove, a
radar range, and a wooden cutting board inset into the tiled counter.  A
breakfast counter separated the kitchen from the living room.  Justin had
bought some decorations and Corey had given the young teenager a boxy, used
television set and a bag of new sex toys as housewarming presents.

The apartment complex was planned to be a "singles-only" affair that
catered to young, unmarried tenants of both sexes.  The manager was a
muscular thirty-year old man named Mike.  Mike was gay, but not openly.
When Justin had applied for an apartment, Mike realized the young teenager
was also gay, and not very shy about it.  He also didn't believe the phony
identification card Justin presented, which gave his age as twenty-one.
Still, Mike rented Justin the apartment and on the day after the young
teenager moved in, Mike visited his apartment.  He easily seduced young
Justin, and then offered him a part-time job cleaning the grounds and
performing odd-jobs in exchange for a reduction in his rent.  One of
Justin's odd-jobs was servicing Mike's cock.

The teenager was very happy with his new apartment, and very happy to be on
his own.  In the week since he had moved in, Justin had established a
routine.  He rose at 6:00 a.m. when Mike unlocked the gate to the pool and
swam for thirty minutes.  The water was a bit cool, but the teenager liked
it that way.  Justin loved to swim.  Sometimes as he swam, Justin
fantasized that he had a boyfriend who would fuck him in the pool.

Afterward his morning swim, Justin made breakfast for himself.  Around 8:00
a.m. he called the agency and told them when he would be available that
day.  He then went to apartment complex's office to see if Mike had any
chores for him, then spent the rest of the morning doing whatever work Mike
assigned to him.  In the afternoon, Justin usually went to the library and
read or studied for the GED test he planned to take.  In the evenings,
Justin sometimes watched television but more frequently went to see a
movie.

Justin telephoned Corey at the bookstore almost every night, and sometimes
the two talked for an hour or more.  Corey told Justin that Miguel came by
every night and asked about him, arrogantly bragging about how he had
fucked the young teenager, and obviously horny for another shot at Justin's
young ass.  The young teenager's asshole still twitched from the raw
fucking the Mexican teen had delivered, but Justin decided that Miguel was
good for a hard-fuck one night stand and nothing else.  The young teenage
hustler wanted something more, and Corey agreed.

On this particular morning, Justin returned to his apartment from the pool.
Instead of making breakfast, the teenager planned to go shopping at the
supermarket a few blocks away.  He showered, dressed in jeans and a
tee-shirt, made a pot of coffee, and walked to the supermarket.  Justin
loved to cook and he wanted to stock up his refrigerator and cabinets.  He
had gone shopping yesterday also, but since he didn't have a car he could
only carry two shopping bags.  The teenager planned to visit the
supermarket every morning until his shopping list was filled.  On his visit
yesterday, Justin had arrived at the supermarket shortly before 8:00 a.m.
As he shopped, Justin had seen a blond teenager about his own age dressed
in a stock boy's apron.  Justin thought the store employee was very
handsome and he hoped he would see him again today.

It was a little after 7:00 a.m. when Justin pushed his shopping cart into
the produce department and spied the handsome blond teenager again,
arranging a lettuce display.  Justin pretended to inspect apples from a few
feet away as he watched the teenager work.  The teenage stock boy was
slender, a little taller than Justin, and had shaggy blond hair that came
down just below his ears.  The teenage hustler thought the blond stock boy
was a living dream, and he felt his cock begin to harden.  He put his hand
in his pocket and played with himself as he watched the stock boy work,
imagining him naked.  Justin was admiring his ass and wondering about his
cock when the teenager turned and saw Justin looking at him.  He quickly
pulled his hand out of his pocket.  Justin felt his face become hot and he
knew he was blushing, although his prick remained hard.

"Can I help you?"  the teenaged store employee asked as he approached
Justin.

"Uh...yeah," Justin stammered, trying to conceal his erection by stepping
behind the shopping cart.  "Can you tell me where to find the pancake mix?"
He flashed the teenager his most winning smile.

"Sure," the store employee replied, returning Justin's smile.  "Follow me."
Justin noticed the name plate on the teen's apron.  He followed Travis
several aisles over and found the pancake mix.

"Here you are," Travis said.  "Is there anything else you need?"  Travis
looked at the teenager standing in front of him.  Travis thought he was
very good looking, with a lean body, blue eyes and collar-length
dirty-blond hair combed straight back from his forehead.  But it was his
smile that impressed Travis the most.  The teenager had a wide mouth, full
cheeks, sensual lips, straight, even white teeth, and when he smiled his
entire face brightened.

"No," the teenager replied, flashing his bright smile again.  "I'm fine for
now."  Travis turned to walk away.  "Thank you, Travis," the teenager said.
Travis stopped and looked at him again.

"How did you know my name?"  Travis asked, surprised.  The teenager grinned
and pointed at the name plate affixed to his apron.

"Oh...yeah," Travis said in response, suddenly feeling very silly.

"I'm Justin," the teenager introduced himself, offering his hand.  Travis
detected a distinct Northern accent in the other teenager's speech and knew
he wasn't native to Nashville.  Minnesota, Travis guessed, maybe Wisconsin.
When Travis was younger, he had gone with his Boy Scout troop to a two-week
summer camp in Michigan's Upper Peninsula where the Tennessee boys had met
other scouts from several Northern states.

"It's nice to meet you, Justin," Travis said, shaking the teenager's hand.
Justin's hand felt hot in his own.  Travis felt himself attracted to the
teenager and he let the handshake linger.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Travis," Justin replied, still holding Travis'
hand.  Now Travis felt himself blush.  He released Justin's hand, excused
himself and returned to his work in the produce department.

Over the next thirty minutes Justin returned several times to ask Travis
questions about various products.  Travis helped Justin select a few pounds
of lean ground meat, and a couple of fresh steaks from the meat cooler.
Travis explained Southern fat-back smoked bacon to the younger teenager and
Justin put a package into his shopping cart.  Each time Justin returned to
ask another question, he flashed his toothsome smile at Travis and stood a
little bit closer to the teenage stock boy.  Travis suddenly realized
Justin was gay and flirting with him.  Travis was extremely flattered and
felt his cock stir.  Later, he saw Justin paying for his groceries at the
checkout counter.

Travis approached to see if he needed some help.  Justin pushed his
shopping cart to the checkout counter and unloaded his purchases.  As the
cashier bagged his groceries, Justin thought about Travis.  He had done his
best to send the stock boy every possible signal that he was interested in
him and the stock boy seemed to respond.  He planned to ask him when he got
off work and if he wanted to go out for some coffee.  He paid the cashier
and suddenly realized he had bought far more groceries than he could carry
home.  Justin saw Travis approaching and suddenly worried that the stock
boy would think he was an idiot.

"Need any help with that?"  Travis asked, indicating the five bags of
groceries in the shopping cart.

"Well, I..."  Justin answered, trying to think of something other than
admitting his mistake.  Instead he gave up and admitted the truth.  "Can I
borrow your shopping cart?"  he asked nervously.  "I don't have a car, and
I live just a few blocks away and I promise I'll bring it right back..."

"Look," Travis suggested.  "I get off in about ten minutes.  If you want I
can give you a ride."

"OK," the teenager said, again flashing his smile.  Maybe buying more
groceries than he could carry wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"My car is parked in back," Travis told Justin.  "It's a red Ford pick up.
You can take this stuff out there and I'll meet you in a few minutes."
Justin thanked the stock boy and pushed the cart out of the supermarket.

Twenty minutes later, the two teenagers were in the kitchen of Justin's
apartment.  Travis was sitting at the breakfast counter drinking a cup of
coffee as Justin put away the groceries.  The younger teenager clearly
wasn't from Tennessee and Travis was curious about him.  He learned the
younger was seventeen years old and originally from Minnesota.  But Justin
was oddly evasive when answering personal questions.  The younger teen
finished putting away the groceries, poured himself a cup of coffee and
joined Travis at the breakfast counter.  Travis decided to change the
subject.

"You're lucky you've got air conditioning," Travis told his new friend.
"It's going to get hot as hell today."

"It's a nice place," Justin responded, sipping his coffee and looking
around the apartment.  "I really like it.  It's new and there are only a
few other people living here now.  The manager said the place will start to
fill up in September."

The two teens continued to chat as they sipped their coffee.  Now Justin
was asking questions about Travis, trying to learn as much about the
handsome stock boy as possible.  Justin was impressed by the older
teenager's polite and easy-going manner.  He had originally been taken with
Travis' good looks, but now he was learning that there was some substance
to the handsome teenager.  Justin hoped to seduce the older teenager.
Suddenly he had an idea.

"Travis, do you like to swim?"  Justin asked.  "This place has a great
swimming pool."

"Sure," Travis replied.  "Swimming was my sport in high school.  But I'll
have to go home to get my swimming trunks."

"I've got an extra pair," Justin said.  "I think they'll fit you.  It looks
like we're about the same size."  He saw Travis hesitate.  "I'll get them
for you."  Without waiting for an answer Justin got up and went to his
bedroom.  He returned a minute later with a neatly folded pair of black and
white swimming trunks and offered them to the older teenager.

"They might be a little tight, but not much," Justin said.  The tighter the
better, Justin thought to himself as Travis accepted the swimming trunks.
Justin began to quickly remove his clothes in front of the older teenager.
In a few seconds he was naked and reaching for his own swimming trunks.

Travis was shocked that the younger was so uninhibited as to strip
bare-assed naked in front of him.  He admired Justin`s lean, smooth and
tanned body.  When the younger teen shucked off his jeans, Travis saw that
his pubic area was shaved completely hairless.  He felt his cock begin to
harden.  Somehow the lack of pubic hair made Justin`s dormant white prick
look bigger.  Justin sensed Travis` discomfort.

"You can put them on in the bathroom, if you want," Justin suggested,
stepping into his own red swimming trunks.

Travis went to the bathroom.  He closed the door and changed into the
swimming trunks.  The trunks were a bit tight, but still comfortable.
Meanwhile, Justin called the agency and told them he wouldn't be available
today.  The agency told him a client wanted to book him for a two-hour
session the following evening, and Justin agreed.

When Travis stepped out of the bathroom, he found Justin waiting for him.
The younger teenager was wearing a pair of red swimming trunks, held a
cloth beach bag, and had a large patterned beach towel around his neck.  He
offered an identical towel to Travis.

"Wow," Travis said as he looked over the lean, tanned teenager, detecting a
sizeable bulge in the crotch of Justin's swimming trunks.  "You've got a
great tan."

"Thanks," Justin replied.  He looked at Travis' slender, pale body and
decided he definitely liked what he saw.  "What about you?  You look like
you don't get much sun."

"I can't," Travis replied.  "I don't tan.  I burn."

"I've got some lotion," Justin said as he held up the beach bag.  "I put in
a couple of sodas, too.  I've only got some Coke and Seven-Up."

The two teens went to the pool and dove in.  The pool was otherwise empty
and the two teenagers splashed around, laughing and playing in the water.
Travis went to the diving board and showed off some of his diving
techniques.  Justin admired the older teen's grace and speed in the water
as Travis swam laps.  He was very sexually attracted to the older teen, and
Justin felt his cock grow to a full erection as he watched his nearly-naked
new friend swim.

After about thirty minutes, Travis swam to the deep end of the pool, pulled
himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool, his legs still
dangling in the water.  As he shook the water out of his hair, Justin swam
over to join him.  The younger teen stayed in the water to conceal his
erection, but crossed his arms on the edge of the pool and leaned his head
against his arms, looking up at Travis.

"You're really good," Justin said admiringly.  "I wish I could dive like
you."

"Thanks," Travis replied.  "I'll coach you if you want."

"I'd like that if it isn't too much trouble," the younger teen said.
Travis looked down at the younger teen and was again impressed with his
boyish good looks.  His tanned face emphasized his bright blue eyes, and
the water glistened on his flawless skin.  Justin flashed his smile at
Travis, and the older teen felt his cock begin to harden.

"Travis," Justin asked innocently, still smiling, "do you have a
girlfriend?"

"No," Travis replied.  "Nothing steady."

"Really?"  Justin said, expressing surprise.  "I would have thought a
good-looking guy like you would have lots of girls."

"Justin," Travis asked as he looked down at the younger teen leaning on the
edge of the pool.  "Are you flirting with me?"

"Maybe," Justin replied coyly.  He pushed himself away from the wall of the
pool and splashed water at the older teen with both hands, dousing Travis'
face.  Travis sputtered, wiped the chlorinated water from his eyes and
launched himself into the pool.  He quickly swam after the younger teen and
dunked him.  Under the hot sun, the two teens splashed and tried to dunk
each other for a few minutes, laughing and enjoying the cool water.  Justin
swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool and beckoned to Travis.

"Come on, Travis," he called.  "You better put on some lotion before you
get a sunburn."  Travis followed Justin to a shaded spot next to the
recreation building where there were a dozen deck chairs.  They spread out
their beach blankets on a pair of deck chairs and sat down.  The area was
fairly secluded.  The recreation building shielded them from view from
three of the apartment buildings.  Justin rummaged in his beach bag and
extracted a bottle of sun lotion.  He offered it to Travis.

"This stuff has some really strong sun-block," the younger teen said as
Travis accepted the plastic bottle.  "It should keep you from burning."
Travis squirted some of the sun-block into his palm and applied the oily
lotion to his chest as Justin pulled out a similar bottle and oiled
himself.


"Roll over," Justin told Travis as he knelt on the left side of the pale
teenager's deck chair.  "I'll do your back."  The older teenager complied.
Justin adjusted the chair so it was fully reclined and Travis could lay
flat on the beach towel.  The younger teen Justin squirted a generous
amount of lotion across Travis' shoulders and on the small of his back.  He
replaced the cap on the bottle and started to smear the lotion across
Travis' back.

"That feels good," Travis murmured as he felt Justin working the lotion
into his skin with his hands.

"Your muscles are really tight," the younger teenager said.  He started to
massage Travis' shoulders, kneading the taut muscles with his fingers.
Travis closed his eyes and felt himself relaxing as Justin massaged his
back.  The younger teenager worked his way down Travis' back, gently
squeezing the older teenager's supple flesh.  He then went to massage
Travis' legs, starting with his calves and working his way up.

Travis laid on the deck chair, his head resting on his arms.  He was
thoroughly relaxed as he enjoyed the sensations of Justin's oily hands on
his bare flesh.  He was almost asleep when Justin started to massage the
insides of his thighs.  Travis unconsciously spread his legs a bit to give
Justin better access, and then he felt the younger teenager's fingers brush
lightly against his testicles.  Travis felt himself begin to harden.

"Roll over," Justin said.  Travis turned onto his back, hands behind his
head, and watched as Justin reached into his beach bag and extract a bottle
of baby oil.  He squirted a generous amount on Travis chest, put down the
bottle and began to massage the older teenager's pectorals.  As the younger
teenager massaged his chest, Travis' eyes locked with Justin's.  Justin's
finger-tips were now tracing lazy circles around the older teenager's erect
pink nipples.  Travis gasped with pleasure when he saw Justin flash his
smile and felt the younger teenager roll his erect nipples between his oily
fingers.

Travis' big cock was now fully hard and Justin could see the massive organ
laying sideways against the older teenager's hip, straining at the fabric
of the swimming trunks.  Justin slid his left hand down Travis' flat, oily
abdomen and into the older teenager's swimming trunks, still rolling
Travis' left nipple with his other hand.  As Justin gently gripped the
older teenager's nine-inch prick in his oily hand, he saw a brief flash of
anxiety in Travis' eyes.

"Don't worry," Justin whispered.  "That building is still empty.  And
everybody else is at work" He indicated the apartment building in front of
the pool.  The younger teen pulled down Travis' swimming trunks, exposing
the older teenager's long, curving cock and his big balls.  Still
maintaining eye contact, Justin began slowly masturbating Travis with his
right hand and cupped the other teenager's hefty balls with his other hand.

"Do you like that?"  Justin asked softly as he slow-stroked the older
teenager's throbbing fuck-meat, twisting his oily hand around the sensitive
cock-knob.  Travis was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as
Justin masturbated him.  Justin looked at the probe teenager and thought he
was very handsome, the oil glistening on his bare, pale chest, and his wet,
blond hair plastered to the sides of his face.  He really liked Travis and
wanted to please him.

"Oh, yeah," Travis panted, his blue eyes bright with lust.  "It's great."

"Then you'll love this," Justin said.  "Close your eyes."  When Travis eyes
were closed, Justin picked up the bottle of baby oil and took some into his
mouth.  He held the oil in his mouth until his lips touched the head of
Travis' cock.  He then parted his lips and resealed them around the older
teen's prick, still keeping the oil in his mouth.  Slowly, Justin slid his
slick lips down Travis' cock shaft until the older teenager's meat was
lodged in his throat and Justin's nose was touching Travis' abdomen.  He
heard Travis gasp with pleasure.

It was a trick Corey had taught him, and he knew it would quickly bring
Travis off.  Justin began slowly deep-throating the older teenager,
repeatedly swallowing his meat from piss-slit to cock-root as he gently
massaged Travis' big nuts.  After only a few minutes, he felt Travis' body
stiffen and his balls contract.  The older teen groaned and shot his thick,
hot spunk down Justin's throat.  The younger teen didn't miss a drop.  When
Travis finally stopped shooting, Justin let his cock slide from his mouth.
He looked at Travis, and flashed his smile.  Justin pulled up the older
teenager's swimming trunks and gently tucked Travis' softening cock inside
the fabric.

"God damn," Travis panted, "That was great."  He reached for Justin.  The
two teens embraced and kissed for a few seconds.  Justin broke the kiss and
stood up.

"Let's go back in the pool," the younger teen said.  Travis could see
Justin was fully erect, his eight-inch prick stretching the fabric of his
red swimming trunks.  Justin ran to the pool and dived into the water.
Travis followed a few seconds later, and the horny two teens splashed each
other again, chest deep in the cool water.  They moved closer to each other
as they splashed until the stood inches away from each other.  Justin
stopped splashing the older teen, then fondled Travis' cock under the
water.  He was pleased to discover the older teenager was erect again.
With his other hand, Justin thumbed Travis' pointy pink nipple as he felt
the older teen gently squeeze his own hard cock and play with his nipple.
The two teenagers fondled each others cocks and nipples in the pool for a
few minutes, becoming increasingly horny.

"Do you want to come up to my apartment and play?"  Justin asked throatily
as he toyed with Travis' nipple.  The older teen had slipped his hand into
Justin's swimming trunks, and the gentle stroking was making the younger
teen tremble with lust.

"Hell, yes," Travis replied.  "Let's go."

The two teenagers quickly gathered up their beach blankets and Justin's
beach bag before they hurried to Justin's apartment.  It seemed like the
door wasn't even shut before Justin and Travis were out of their swimming
trunks, naked and embracing, erect cocks grinding against each other,
tongues thrusting into each others mouths.  Travis broke the kiss, and
kissed his way down Justin's smooth, tanned chest, eager to pay oral homage
to the younger teenager's prick.  He paused at Justin's quarter-sized
nipples, sucking hard on the hardened nubs, going from one to the other,
tasting the younger teenager's flesh and the chlorine of the pool, making
the younger teenager gasp with pleasure.  Leaving Justin's throbbing
nipples, Travis licked his way down the younger teenager's taut abdomen
until he knelt on the carpeted floor, Justin's drooling prick inches away
from his pink, bee-stung lips.

Travis took Justin's cock in his hand and stroked it as he looked at the
long clear streamer of cock-snot that oozed from the younger teenager's
piss-slit.  Travis licked the pre-cum from Justin's cock, skinned back the
thick foreskin and exposed the younger teenager's big, red cockhead.  He
took Justin's cock in his hot mouth and began sucking, his blond head
bobbing, massaging Justin's hairless ball bag with one hand and squeezing
his firm, white buns with the other.

After a few minutes of sucking on Justin's cock, Travis released the hard
prick and spun the younger teenager around.  He kissed Justin's creamy
white ass and gently spread the younger teenager's buns apart to gain
access to Justin's asshole.  Travis licked the younger teen's hairless
ass-crack before he began rimming him, the older teenager's wet tongue
tracing little circles around Justin's puckered asshole.  Meanwhile, Travis
had taken control of Justin's cock and balls with his hands.  He
masturbated the younger teenager and squeezed his nuts as he tongue fucked
Justin's young asshole.

Justin closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot tongue probing his hole and the
hands manipulating his pulsing prick.  He liked the confident and
aggressive manner in which Travis had taken control of his young body.  The
older teen spun him around again and recaptured his cock with his mouth.
Travis ran one hand up Justin's chest and caressed his nipples, while he
started working a finger of his other hand into the younger teenager's
spit-slick asshole.  Justin looked down at the older blond teenager sucking
his cock and decided he wanted Travis to fuck him.  He pulled the older
teenager to his feet.  Justin and Travis again locked themselves into a
tight embrace before Justin took Travis by the hand and led him into the
bedroom, their hard, dripping pricks pointing the way.

Travis watched as Justin went to the nightstand and extracted a tube of
lubricant.  The younger teenager opened the tube and then laid it on the
large, queen-sized bed.  Wordlessly, Justin climbed onto the bed, knelt
with his creamy, unblemished ass in the air and his face on a pillow.  He
reached behind himself and spread his ass cheeks, submissively offering
Travis his teen hole.  Justin looked over his shoulder and flashed his
dazzling smile at the older teenager as Travis lubricated his hard meat.

Travis got on the bed and knelt behind Justin.  He put more lubricant on
his fingers and worked them into Justin's willing ass, twisting and turning
his digits as he stretched out the younger teenager's tight anal ring.
Travis withdrew his fingers from Justin's ass and positioned his
well-lubricated cockhead at the entrance to the younger teenager's hot fuck
hole.  He gave a gentle push and his prick penetrated Justin's puckered
hole.  Travis continued to push until he bottomed out deep in Justin's ass.
Justin groaned and clutched his pillow.

"God, that feels good," the younger teenager said, looking over his
shoulder at Travis, who was starting to gently pump his hard teen meat into
Justin's slippery asshole.  "Give it to me good, Travis."

The older teenager was extremely aroused and sexually attracted to the
younger teenager who was now fully impaled on his big cock.  Travis
withdrew his big prick until only the head was still lodged in the younger
teenager's hole, then drove himself back in in one powerful thrust, making
Justin's ass cheeks quiver.

"Like that?"  Travis asked as he began to jack-hammer his cock into
Justin's ass.

"Yeah," Justin panted as he closed his eyes and clutched his pillow
tighter.  "Fuck me hard.  Spank me.  Cum in my ass."

For the next hour, Travis fucked the younger teenager in several different
positions, tossing Justin around in his bed like a rag doll.  The younger
teenager loved the way Travis used his asshole and eagerly accepted the
older teenager's punishing prick in any way Travis wanted.

Travis flipped Justin on his back, threw the younger teenager's legs over
his shoulders and rolled Justin into a ball beneath him.  Travis pounded
the younger teenager relentlessly, his big meat-pole deep in Justin's guts
as their eyes locked, gleaming with pure fuck-lust.  The younger teenager
caressed Travis' chest and tweaked his pointy pink nipples as Travis
grabbed Justin's throbbing cock as the hard slab of teenage meat slapped
against his tanned belly.  The older teenager gave Justin's cock only a few
strokes before the younger teenager sprayed his fresh sperm over his own
chest and face.  Travis bent down, still fucking Justin's ass, and licked
the hot jizz from the younger teenager's face.  A few moments later, Justin
heard Travis shout out his own orgasm as he flooded Justin's slick hole
with his ball-juice.  Travis rolled on his back, his cock still hard.
Justin knelt above him and stroked the older teenager's shaft.

"Let me ride you," Justin said.  Without waiting for an answer, the younger
teenager straddled Travis and squatted as he lowered his cock-loosened,
spunk-filled asshole onto the older teenager's rampant fuck-meat.  For the
next fifteen minutes, Justin bounced on Travis' cock, alternately beating
his meat and tweaking Travis' tits.  The older teenager spanked his ass and
twisted his nipples and Justin rode his cock.  Despite the
air-conditioning, both teenagers had worked up quite a sweat as they
fucked, and their bodies were covered with a film of perspiration.  Justin
looked down at Travis and admired the handsome older teenager who was
plundering his ass.  He sensed that Travis was close to another orgasm.
Justin stopped masturbating himself and leaned over the older teenager.

"Cum in my ass, Travis," Justin whispered, the passion in his low voice
quite evident.  "Fill me up."

As Justin rode his cock, Travis dumped a second load of teen spunk deep in
the younger teenager's well-fucked ass.  As the older teenager groaned out
the last of his orgasm, Justin resumed masturbating.  He was extremely
turned on and close to cumming, but his legs were starting to cramp, so he
knelt forward, straddling Travis' chest, his cock inches from the older
teenager's cute, bee-stung lips.  Travis cupped Justin's smooth ball-sack
and gave the younger teenager's tender nuts a gentle squeeze.

"I'm gonna cum," Justin announced as he pounded his meat.

"Cum in my mouth," Travis said, opening his mouth to accept Justin's cock.
As his lips closed around the younger teenager's sensitive cock-head,
Justin ejaculated, filling Travis' mouth with hot teen nut-syrup.  Travis
swallowed it all as Justin collapsed onto his chest.  The two teenagers,
their lust finally spent, embraced and kissed for several minutes, enjoying
the feel of their hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.  Finally,
Justin broke the kiss.

"Thank you, Travis," he said, his hand caressing the older teenager's
chest.  "Let's take a shower."

A few minutes later, the two teenagers were standing under the hot spray of
water in Justin's shower.  Justin gently washed Travis, admiring his lithe
body.  After toweling each other off, they returned to Justin's bedroom.
Travis sat on the bed and reached for his clothes.

"Justin, you wore me out," Travis said, grinning at the younger teenager.
"I've got to go home and get some sleep."

"Sleep?"  Justin asked, surprised.  "But it's only eleven o'clock!"

"I worked a graveyard shift last night," Travis responded.  "I've been up
all night."  Justin didn't want Travis to leave.  He liked the older teen
and wanted to spend some time getting to know him and developing a
friendship.

"You can sleep here," Justin offered.  "I'll cook you something to eat when
you wake up."  He saw Travis hesitate.  "Please..."  Justin flashed his
smile and Travis accepted.  Travis realized he liked the younger teenager,
and he too wanted to develop a friendship.  Justin turned down the bed
covers and Travis slid naked between the sheets.  The younger teen closed
the curtains and in a few minutes Travis was asleep.

Justin quickly dressed in blue jeans and a white tee-shirt.  He drank
another cup of coffee before he went to the apartment complex office to see
if Mike had any work for him today, leaving a note on the kitchen table in
case Travis awakened before he returned.  He found a note of the door
telling him to meet Mike at D-building, the still-vacant apartment building
overlooking the pool.  When Justin arrived, he discovered several furniture
vans parked in front of the building.  Workmen were carrying in furniture,
and Mike was standing near the vans with a clipboard, inventorying the
furniture.  He saw Justin and waved him over.

"Hi, Justin," Mike greeted the teenager.  "We're finally moving in the last
of the furniture.  I need you to pick up all the packing materials and take
them to the dumpster.  You can use the cart," the muscular manager said,
indicating a small electric utility cart.

For the next four hours, Justin took the discarded packing materials to the
dumpster.  It was now very hot outside, over ninety degrees, and the work
was hard despite the convenience of the cart.  By the time Justin finished
and the last of the moving vans had departed, the teenager was soaked with
sweat.  He went to the office where he found Mike seated at his desk doing
paperwork.

"Do you need me for anything else?"  Justin asked Mike.

"No, not today," Mike replied.  He looked up at the teenager standing in
front of his desk.  Justin's nipples were clearly visible through his damp
white tee-shirt and the muscular man felt his cock stir.  As Justin turned
to leave, Mike asked, "Who's your boyfriend?"  Justin looked again at Mike,
surprised.

"His name is Travis," Justin replied.  "He's just a friend."

"Looked like more than a friend when you two were in the pool this
morning," Mike grinned and Justin blushed.  "I was in D-building this
morning getting ready for the furniture delivery when I saw you."

Justin was embarrassed, more for Travis than himself.  Worse, the teenager
was now afraid that the manager was going to evict him, and Mike saw the
anxiety on Justin's young face.

"Justin," Mike said gently, "I don't mind you having fun, but you've got to
be discreet."

"Okay, Mike," Justin said.  "I'll be discreet....Anything else?"

"No," the manager replied.  "D-building will be empty for another week.  If
you and you friend want to fool around in the pool, do it late at night."
He tossed Justin a key on a leather key-fob.  "Here's the key to the gate.
You can start opening the pool in the morning since you're always the first
one there.  I'll sleep in."

Justin muttered his thanks and returned to his apartment.  He peeked into
his bedroom door and saw Travis curled up and sound asleep under the
covers, his face partially obscured by his shaggy blond hair.  Justin
closed the door, put on his swimming trunks and went back to the pool.

Two other tenants were sunning themselves on the deck chairs, both young
women in their late twenties.  They waved at the teenager and Justin
returned the greeting before he dove into the pool.  He swam a few laps and
then selected a deck chair.  Justin sunned himself for half an hour as he
thought about Travis.  He was very happy that he had met the older
teenager, happier than he had been since leaving Minnesota.  Justin was
impressed with Travis' polite but confident manner.

As he thought about his new friend, Justin felt himself nodding off in the
bright, hot sun, so he again returned to his apartment.  Justin again
peeked into the bedroom.  Travis was still asleep, but now laying on his
back, his head turned sideways on the pillow.  The sleeping teenager had
kicked off the covers, and he was now bare-chested.  Justin silently
entered the bedroom, intending to adjust the covers because the
air-conditioned apartment seemed cold.  Instead, the younger teenager
decided to take a nap with Travis.  He stripped off his wet swimming trunks
and tossed them in the laundry basket before he crawled into the large bed
next to the older teenager.  As Justin adjusted the covers, he felt Travis
drape his arm over his shoulder.  For a moment, Justin was afraid he had
awakened the older teenager, but then realized Travis was still sound
asleep.  Justin laid his head on the crook of Travis' shoulder, and was
soon asleep, too.

Several hours later, Travis awoke with a start.  Disoriented for a few
moments, he didn't remember where he was until he felt Justin's head
resting on his left shoulder.  In the dim light, Travis looked down at the
younger teenager.  Justin's eyes were closed, his left arm was laying
across Travis' chest, and he was gently snoring, his lips slightly parted.
Travis had never slept with anybody before and he was pleasantly surprised
by the soft warmth generated by their naked bodies.  Travis caressed
Justin's forehead, and the younger teen slowly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, Justin," Travis said softly, still caressing the younger
teenager's forehead.  Like Travis, Justin had never before slept in another
boy's arms, despite his vast sexual experience.  Still half-asleep, the
younger teenager snuggled closer to the older teenager until his cheek was
resting on Travis' bare chest, basking in the warmth of his new friend's
embrace and blinking the sleep out of his eyes.  As Justin opened his eyes
he saw Travis' pink nipple just in front of his lips.  He extended his
tongue and licked the tempting morsel of teenage flesh before he rolled
himself onto Travis' chest and kissed the older teenager.  Justin could
feel Travis' cock begin to harden and his own prick stiffened in response.

"My God," Justin said softly, breaking their kiss.  "What a beautiful way
to wake up."  Travis looked into Justin's eyes and suddenly realized that
the younger teenager's were a striking deep blue, a shade of blue Travis
had never seen before but which he found quite pleasing.  Travis pulled the
covers up over Justin's shoulders and cupped the younger teenager's full
cheeks in his hands.

"You're beautiful," Travis said, kissing the tip of Justin's nose.  The
younger teenager blushed and flashed his smile as his eyes locked again
with Travis' eyes.

"Are you hungry?"  Justin asked.  He could feel Travis' fully-erect cock
pressing against his abdomen but he also heard the older teenager's empty
stomach growling.

"Does a hobby-horse have a hickory dick?" Travis asked in reply,
exaggerating his natural Tennessee drawl.  It took Justin a moment catch
the joke, and then he threw back his head emitted a full-throated
belly-laugh that filled the bedroom.  Travis laughed, too.  Justin briefly
ducked under bed-covers and kissed Travis' hard cock before he re-emerged.

"You've got a hickory dick," Justin said, still laughing.  "What do you
want to eat?"

"You," Travis replied, giggling.

"Later," Justin responded, slipping out of the bed and pulling on his
jeans.  "First we eat.  I'm hungry too," Standing up, the younger teenager
tucked his cock into his jeans and buttoned his fly.  "Do you want some
pancakes?"

"No pancakes," Travis replied, wrinkling his nose.  "How about a hamburger?
That was some damn fine ground beef you bought."

"Hamburgers are one of my specialties," Justin said proudly, slipping on
his faded jeans and a clean white tee-shirt.  The younger teenager
hesitated.  "But I didn't buy any buns.  Or lettuce.  Or tomatoes."  He
looked at Travis.  "Can you run down to the store and pick up a few things
for me?  A 'burger isn't a burger without lettuce, onions, and tomatoes."
Travis agreed, and Justin went to the kitchen and wrote out a small
shopping list.

"Here," Justin said, giving Travis the list as the older teenager emerged
from the bedroom buttoning up his shirt.  "Potato salad.  A red onion.
Swiss cheese.  Real Swiss cheese.  None of that processed shit.  Go to the
deli counter.  And mushrooms.  Fresh mushrooms."

"I know where to find the cheese, asshole," Travis replied.  "I work
there."

When Travis returned from the supermarket, he noticed it was almost
seven-thirty. Justin was standing near the stove, cooking two large
hamburger patties in a skillet.  Several strips of fat-back bacon simmered
d in a second skillet.  Justin quickly washed and sliced the vegetables,
and peeled off a few leaves of lettuce.  He added Swiss cheese, bacon and
mushrooms to each burger as Travis prepared the buns.  As the two teenagers
ate, Justin teased the older teenager about his Southern accent.  Travis
realized the younger teenager was flirting with him again, and he was
secretly pleased.  Although he had known Justin for less than a day, he
liked the younger teenager and thought they probably had quite a bit in
common.  Travis finished his burger and spooned up the last of his potato
salad.

"That was delicious," Travis said, wiping his lips with a paper napkin.
"I've never had Swiss cheese on a burger.  And the bacon and mushrooms..."
The older teenager rubbed his belly in appreciation.

"It's my own recipe," Justin said proudly.  "Do you want some more?"

"God, no," Travis replied, pushing away his plate.  "I'm stuffed.  Thanks,
Justin."

"Why don't you watch some television while I clean up?"  Justin suggested,
picking up Travis' plate.  Travis offered to help, but the younger teenager
declined the offer.

Travis turned on the television, found a movie on the Nashville ABC
affiliate, and sat on the sofa.  It was a long British war movie about the
Royal Navy in the North Atlantic during the Second World War, and it was
quite interesting.  Justin sat next to Travis on the sofa and the older
teenager put his arm around his shoulder.  The younger teenager rested his
head against Travis' shoulder as they watched the movie.  After the movie,
they watched the eleven o'clock news.

"Do you have to work tonight?"  Justin asked as Travis switched off the
television.

"No, I'm off," Travis replied.  "Do you want to go for a walk?"  Travis was
determined to learn more about Justin.  Despite the late hour, it was still
quite warm outside.  They walked in silence for a few minutes, then turned
into the park.

"So, I guess you're gay like me," Justin said, breaking the silence.

"Not really," Travis responded.  "I guess I'm bisexual.  I like boys and
girls both."  Travis quickly changed the subject.

"Justin," the older teenager asked.  "What kind of work do you do?  I mean,
how can a seventeen year-old afford that apartment?  I make a decent salary
at the supermarket, but I could never afford an apartment like yours.  I
still live in my parents' basement."

It was the question Justin had feared Travis would ask, and the reasons he
had evaded the other teenager's questions earlier.  He was afraid he would
lose his new friend if he told the truth, but then decided if that
happened, Travis wouldn't be much of a friend worth having anyway.  Justin
looked down before answering.

"I'm a hustler," Justin replied solemnly.  Travis was confused.

"A hustler?"  the older teenager asked.  "You mean you shoot pool for a
living?"  Justin almost laughed at the question.  He sat on park bench and
looked up at Travis.  Their eyes locked.  Justin took a deep breath before
he answered.

"No, Travis," Justin said calmly.  "I'm a male prostitute."  He saw the
older teenager's jaw drop and observed the shocked look on his face.  "Sit
down.  I'll tell you all about myself...If you want to hear it, that is."

Travis sat.  For the next half hour, Justin told Travis the story of his
life, speaking in a low monotone.  He told the older teenager about his
family, his school, his first sexual experiences, and his eventual
unmasking as a gay teenager in a very intolerant community.  Travis
listened silently as Justin described his life on the streets, the abusive
pimp in Chicago, his new life in Nashville and his only friend Cory.  He
described his job with the modeling agency and the clients he serviced.
The older teenager's shock wore off as Justin told his tale.  As Justin
spoke, Travis silently reached out and grasped his new friend's hand.  It
felt hot and trembling.  Travis could tell that some parts Justin's
narrative were quite painful for the younger teenager to relate.  A few
times, Justin hesitated, and Travis saw tears well up in his eyes before
the younger teenager composed himself and continued.  Travis put aside his
shock and wondered what he would do if he found himself in the same
circumstances.  He squeezed the younger teenager's hand and felt a gentle
squeeze in return.

"Okay," Justin said as he finished.  He looked into Travis` blue eyes.
"That's me.  Do you still want to be my friend?"

Travis silently embraced the younger teenager and gave him a tender hug.
Justin put his arms around Travis and the two teenagers embraced for a few
minutes before the older teenager broke away.

"Justin," Travis said, resting his hands on the younger teenager's
shoulders and looking into his eyes.  "I'll always be your friend.  You've
really had it rough."  Travis hesitated.  "But you can't do this forever."

"Oh, I won't," Justin said.  "I'll do this for maybe another year or two."
The two teenagers arose from the park bench and continued their walk
through the deserted park.  "I'm saving my money.  When I've got enough
saved, I'm going to enroll in college."

As they walked, Travis listened as the younger teenager revealed his plans
for the future.  Justin seemed to have given his future considerable
thought and his plans were quite detailed, although he confessed that he
couldn't decide whether he wanted to history or mathematics.  The older
teenager was impressed with the seventeen year-old.  Travis was almost
three years older than Justin and he still didn't know what he wanted to do
with his life.  His attraction to Justin deepened.  By now it was almost
two o'clock in the morning and they were just a block away from the
supermarket.

"Justin," Travis asked, "do you want to meet a friend of mine?"

"Sure," Justin replied.

The two teenagers found Jerome sitting at the table in the break room
reading a newspaper and listening to the radio.  Travis made the
introductions, and the three teenagers sat and talked.  As they chatted,
Jerome noticed that Travis seemed more animated than he had ever seen his
white friend.  Suddenly, the black teenager realized that Travis had found
a lover.  Jerome carefully examined the younger teenager, worried that his
friend might get his feelings hurt.  Justin seemed nice enough, and was
apparently just as attracted to Travis.  Satisfied, Jerome relaxed.

Justin was surprised that Travis had a black friend.  The younger teenager
had assumed all Southerners were bigoted, and he was glad to see the easy
friendship that existed between the black and white teenagers.  Justin had
never known any blacks until he ran away from home, and even then all his
clients and sexual partners had been white, except for Miguel.  The younger
white teenager wondered if Travis and Jerome had sex.  The thought of his
new friend having sex with the diminutive black teenager excited Justin,
and he felt his cock harden.

Travis and Jerome talked about Brenda and Jerome's new apartment.  Brenda
had taken a new job at the local veteran's hospital as a nurse's aide and
now worked a graveyard shift like Jerome and Travis.  She had also enrolled
in classes at a community college, intending to study nursing.  Brenda
supplemented her income by occasionally assisting the dominatrix Lana with
her clients.  In return, Lana helped the young black teenager improve her
domination skills.  Jerome was happy with this arrangement, because it
improved the young couple's sex life.  Sometimes Travis participated with
Jerome and Brenda in a hot, kinky threesome, but the boys had not returned
to Lana's dungeon.

Travis and Jerome tried to include Justin in their conversation, but the
younger teenager mostly listened.  Eventually, their discussion turned to
workplace gossip.

"Travis," Jerome said to his friend.  "Sherri hired a new stock clerk."

"Who is he?"  Travis asked.

"'Her,'" Jerome corrected his friend.  "Her name is Tammy.  She started
tonight."  From his tone of voice, Travis could plainly tell that Jerome
wasn't too pleased with the new employee. Travis considered his shy,
easy-going friend as he digested this information.  Two hours on the job
and she has already pissed Jerome off, the older white teenager thought to
himself.  It's pretty hard to piss off Jerome.  She must be either a bitch
or a racist.  Maybe both.  The telephone rang and the black teenager
answered it.  He spoke briefly and then turned to Travis and Justin.

"Sherri wants me to help Tammy with a product display," the black teenager
explained.  "It was nice to meet you, Justin," Jerome said, extending his
hand.

"Nice to meet you, too, Jerome," Justin replied, shaking the black
teenager's hand.  Jerome went to work and Travis and Justin walked back to
the younger teenager's apartment.  Although they talked of other things,
both teenagers were thinking about sex.

When the two teenagers entered the apartment complex, Justin noticed all
the apartments were dark, the tenants asleep.  Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Travis," Justin said, flashing his toothsome smile and pointing towards
the pool area.  "Let's go skinny-dipping!"

"What?"  Travis exclaimed.  He looked at the pool, and suddenly he felt
himself becoming horny at the idea.  "The gate's locked."  Justin pulled
they key Mike had given him from his pocket and dangled it in front of the
older teenager, grinning.  The two teenagers entered the pool area and
Justin locked the gate behind them.  Justin went to the electrical box
mounted on the wall of the recreation building and turned off the exterior
lights.  Now the pool area was illuminated only by underwater lights
mounted in the sides of the pool.

The teenagers quickly stripped each other naked and embraced, their cocks
already hard.  As they kissed, Justin wrapped his arms around Travis' neck
while the older teenager gripped his friend's ass and pulled him closer,
humping his rigid meat against Justin's prick.  Justin broke the embrace
and kissed his way down the older teenager's bare chest until he knelt if
front of Travis' long, curving cock.  The younger teenager silently
worshipped Travis' prick and scrotum with his hot mouth and talented
tongue.  He lapped at the older teenager's big balls and licked his
quivering cock.

Travis stood and looked down at the teenager worshipping his cock.
Justin's eyes were closed, and he wore an expression of contentment as he
gently rubbed Travis' cock against his face.  The only sounds the older
teenager could hear were the water circulating through the pool's
chlorination system and the distant sounds of traffic.  Travis was
extremely aroused to be standing naked in the open night air while Justin
sucked on his cock.  By now Justin had taken the older teenager's nine-inch
prick into his mouth while he gripped Travis' buns and pulled him into his
throat.  Travis gently ran his fingers through Justin's dirty-blond hair as
the younger teenager fucked him with his mouth.  After about five minutes,
Justin released Travis' cock and looked up at the older teenager.  Their
eyes locked.

"Travis," Justin said softly, his voice hoarse with lust.  "I want you to
fuck me in the pool."

The two naked teenagers slipped into the shallow end of the pool, careful
to make as little noise as possible.  The water was surprisingly warm,
still retaining some of the heat of the day's sun.  Travis and Justin swam
to the deep end and kissed as they treaded water and took turns slipping
under the surface to suck each others cocks, balls and assholes.  Soon,
they found themselves in shallower water again.  Travis pressed Justin
against the side of the pool as they kissed, their bare cocks rubbing
together under the warm, hip-deep water.  Justin spread out his arms and
gripped the run-off trough on the side of the pool as he wrapped his legs
around the older teenager's hips.

"Please, Travis," the younger teenager panted.  "I want your cock up my
ass."

Travis reached under the water with his left hand and found Justin's
asshole with his middle finger.  He worked his finger into the younger
teenager's twitching hole, then placed the spongy head of his erect prick
at the entrance to Justin's hot hole.  Travis' cock slipped in easily,
lubricated by the warm water of the pool.  The older teenager gripped
Justin's thighs and plunged his cock balls-deep into the younger teenager.

Justin gripped the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched, as he looked at
Travis.  Their eyes locked.  He thought the older teenager looked
incredibly sexy in the dim light.  Justin could feel the older teenager's
sizeable cock pumping in and out of his tight ass as Travis slowly fucked
him.  The sensation of floating while the warm water washed over his chest
stimulated him even further.  Sometimes, Travis paused and caressed
Justin's chest, tweaking and pinching his quarter-sized nipples.  The
younger teenager's cock was fully erect and twitching.

"Travis," Justin panted.  "Have you and Jerome ever...?"

"Yeah," Travis answered.  "Lots of times.  He's got a thing for white
cock."  Justin closed his eyes and imagined Jerome sucking on the older
teenager's big white cock.

"Tell me more," the younger teenager begged, his voice almost a whisper.
Travis could see that his revelation about Jerome had excited the younger
teenager, so he told Justin about Jerome's cock and making the black
teenager his bitch, his threesomes with the black teenager and Brenda,
their visit to Lana's dungeon, of he and Jerome dominating and fucking
Yoshi, all the while slowly pumping his fuck pole in and out of Justin'
young ass.  As Travis described each experience, using explicit and
detailed language, images of raw sex streamed through the younger
teenager's fevered mind.  Justin's imagination ran wild as he imagined the
older teenager in a threesome with himself and Jerome, Travis and the black
teenager dominating him.  Justin opened his eyes and looked at the handsome
older teenager who was slowly sliding his prick in and out of his hole.

"Travis," Justin interrupted.  "Jack me off.  Please.  I'm so fucking
close.  Finish me off."  Travis looked into Justin's pleading eyes and saw
pure lust.  He jammed his cock up the younger teenager's hot asshole,
Justin wrapped his legs tighter around the older teenager's waist, and
Travis began to stroke Justin's throbbing teenage meat.  After only a dozen
quick strokes, the younger teenager came hard, twisting and turning his
hips on the cock impaled in his ass.  A geyser of hot spunk shot from his
pulsing prick, some streaking across Travis' face, most decorating the
older teenager's chest.  Travis bent low, caught Justin's still-shooting
cock in his mouth and sucked the sperm from the younger teenager's balls.
As Travis sucked him dry, his cock slipped out of Justin's asshole, and the
younger teenager suddenly felt empty.  He laid his head back in the run-off
trough and closed his eyes, his arms still outstretched and hands gripping
the side of the pool.

For a moment, Justin thought he might pass out.  It was the most intense
orgasm he had ever experienced.  The sensations of the water washing over
him, a big cock in his ass and the older teenager stroking his meat,
coupled with the sheer thrill of being fucked in the pool and Travis
relating his hot sex stories had overwhelmed the young teenager.  Although
he was still recovering from his intense orgasm, he felt hornier than ever.
Justin opened his eyes and looked at the handsome blond teenager who was
still sucking on his tingling cockmeat and knew he wanted more.

Travis released Justin's cock and the two teenagers briefly embraced and
kissed in the shallow, hip-deep water, feeling each other up and grinding
their hard cocks together before they swam out to deeper water.  Justin
dipped beneath the surface of the pool and sucked on Travis' cock as the
older teen treaded water.  When the younger teen could no longer hold his
breath, he resurfaced and faced Travis, treading water and breathing hard.

"Travis," Justin panted, looking into the older teenager's eyes.  "Did you
really do all those things you told me about?"  He saw that the older
teenager was just as horned up as he was.  The two teenagers were still
treading water.  Travis reached under the surface and gripped the younger
teenager's pulsing prick.

"Yes," the older teenager replied.  "All that and more."  Talking about his
sexual experiences had aroused Travis tremendously.  "What about you?  Do
you like girls or only boys?"

"The only girls I've ever been with were clients or other escorts."  the
younger teenager confessed.  Travis was surprised.

"You mean women hire you, too?"  he asked, as the younger teenager stroked
his big cock and played with his nipples.

"No, not women," the boy replied.  "Sometimes couples who want a young guy
hire me.  Sometimes a client wants a boy and a girl so the agency sends me
out with one of the female escorts..."  Justin hesitated for a moment.
"You mentioned Lana.  I know her, too."

"You do?"  Travis asked, surprised again.  "How?"

"She hired me from the agency for a threesome with an older guy who wanted
to dominate a young guy like me," Justin explained.  "We met at her
dungeon.  She dressed me up like a slave.  They tied me up and whipped me.
Then he fucked me as I ate her pussy."  Travis' cock was throbbing and he
was becoming more aroused with each new revelation.

"Did you like it?"  Travis asked.

"I came three times," Justin said with a suggestive smile.  The younger
teenager's next words brought out Travis' dominant side.

"I'll be your slave, too" Justin said evenly.  "Tie me up and fuck me.
I'll do anything you want," Justin said, his cock throbbing in Travis'
hand.

"Are you sure?"  Travis asked, still stroking the younger teenager's
erection.

"Let's go back up to the apartment," Justin whispered, his chest heaving as
he sucked in the fresh night air.  The two teenagers quickly exited the
pool.  Travis pulled on just his jeans.

"Leave those off, slave," the older teenager snapped, as he saw Justin
stepping into his jeans.  "I want you naked."  Travis picked up the younger
teenager's jeans, pulled out his belt and looped around Justin's wrists.
He extracted the gate and apartment keys from Justin's pocket and slipped
them into his own.  Travis then scooped up the rest of their clothing and
put them into the younger teenager's hands.

After locking the gate, Travis took hold of the belt binding Justin's
wrists and ran to the younger teenager's apartment.  The naked, bound and
hairless Justin clutched their clothing to his bare chest and hurried
behind the older teenager with his erect teen meat swinging in the breeze.

Travis closed the apartment door, quickly shucked off his jeans and turned
to face Justin.  He slapped the clothing out of the younger teenager's arms
and tightened the belt that bound Justin's wrists.  Justin could see that
the older teenager was fully aroused, his big cock jutting up at a
45-degree angle from his pale body.

"You still want to be my slave?"  Travis growled, seizing a handful of the
younger teenager's blond hair and guiding Justin's lips to his left nipple.

"Suck," the older teenager demanded.  "Bite 'em."  For several minutes,
Travis guided the younger teenager's lips from one pointy pink nipple to
the other before he forced Justin to his knees.  Still clutching a handful
of the younger teenager's wet hair, Travis masterfully cock-whipped
Justin's face, smacking his cheeks, chin and forehead with his angry prick.
Justin submissively opened his mouth and offered his tongue for the older
teenager's cock-slaps before Travis rudely shoved his cock into Justin's
mouth.  He grabbed a second handful of the younger teenager's hair and
proceeded to mouth-fuck him.

Justin was terribly excited as Travis fucked his face.  He had often
fantasized about being dominated by another teenager, and although his
older leather-stud client gave him satisfaction it was still business.
Miguel had fucked him good at the bookstore but he had still felt somewhat
disappointed because it had been just a simple fuck.  With Travis, he felt
a relationship, a bond that he had never felt before.  Justin loved the way
the older teenager had taken control of him, and he was now ready to submit
completely.

Travis looked down at the kneeling teenager swinging on his big cock and
thought about when he had first seen him in the supermarket.  He would have
never guessed that the innocent-looking, fresh-faced teenager was such a
cock-hungry slut.  He withdrew his prick from Justin's sucking mouth and
cock-slapped him a few more times before he pulled the younger teenager to
his feet by his hair.

"What are you?"  Travis demanded, stepping closer to the younger teenager
and pulling his hair so that his head tilted back.

"I'm your cocksucking slave, Master," Justin answered, feeling more
submissive and excited by the minute.  Travis decided to fuck the younger
teenager.  He removed the belt from the younger teenager's wrists and
started to bend Justin over the bed, but then he looked out the balcony
door.  It was still dark, but Travis could see the sky beginning to lighten
in the distance.  Pulling on Justin's hair, he led the younger teenager
toward the balcony door and opened it.

"Wait!"  Justin exclaimed, and Travis released his hair.  At first, the
older teenager thought Justin had developed a case of cold feet, but the
younger teenager hurried to the dresser and pulled out a box which he
placed on the bed and opened.  Travis saw a small collection of sex toys in
the box.  Justin extracted a pair of black-plastic clothespin-style nipple
clamps and presented them to the older teenager.

"Put these on my tits," Justin said, thrusting out his chest and placing
his hands behind his head.  "I like a little pain sometimes."

He winced slightly as Travis pinched his quarter-sized nipples and affixed
the clothespins, flicking them to make sure they were firmly attached.
Justin had used the clamps with his clients and wore them often when he
masturbated, but it excited him even more to have the sexy older teenager
apply the clamps to his erect nipples.  His erect, leaking cock twitched as
Travis flicked the clamps with his fingers.  When the tit-clamps were in
place, Travis picked up the box, grabbed Justin's hair again and propelled
the younger teenager out the balcony door.

The balcony was quite secluded, with masonry walls that prevented
observation form the adjacent apartments.  There were two small outdoor
chairs that flanked a deck table, where Travis deposited the box of sex
toys.  The two naked teenagers faced each other and silently masturbated
for a few minutes as they admired each other.  Travis looked in the box.
He saw it contained a life-like seven-inch, flesh colored dildo, a slightly
large black dildo, a paddle, a black leather slave collar with matching
wrist and ankle restraints, a bottle of lubricant and several thin black
strips of leather thongs, each about eighteen inches long.  There was also
a leather whip similar to Lana's cat-of-nine-tails, and black leather cock
and ball harness.  Travis picked up the wrist and ankle restraints, and the
cock strap.

"Put these on, bitch," Travis told the younger teenager, handing him the
wrist and ankle restraints.  Travis put the cock and ball strap on himself
and stood before the young blond teenage slave with his hands on his hips.
The black leather cock and ball harness contrasted against his pale skin
and trimmed blond pubic hair, and made Travis' big ball bag and erect
nine-inch prick jut out even more obscenely.  Justin masturbated his own
cock as he drank in the sight of his dominant young master.

"God, you look so fucking good," the younger teen whispered as his eyes
locked with Travis' blue eyes.

"Get your hands off your dick," Travis growled.  "Put them behind your
head.  Spread your legs.  And call me 'Master' you fucking slut."

"Yes, Master," Justin replied as he assumed the requested position.  He
spun the young hustler around so he faced the park.  Travis buckled the
black leather slave collar around Justin's neck and turned him around again
so the two teens faced each other, both cocks fully aroused and leaking.

Travis stepped closer to him.  He squeezed the young slave's shaved balls
as he flicked Justin's nipple clamps.  Eyes closed, hands still behind his
head, Justin emitted a sharp intake of breath and arched his groin forward,
grinding his testicles into Travis' tight grip.  Travis now knew the boy
truly wanted to be dominated.  He pulled on Justin's tight nipple clamp and
squeezed the boy's nuts even harder.  As he pulled on the young slave's
hairless, cum-filled scrotum, Travis reached into the toy-box and extracted
a leather thong.  Squatting, the older teenager pulled on the boy's nuts
and quickly tied the thong tightly around Justin's ball bag with a
slip-knot.  Justin moaned and arched his back, thrusting his clamped
nipples forward.  Travis stood and resumed squeezing Justin's balls and
flicking the nipple clamps.

"Aah, yes, Master," the boy moaned as he humped his balls into Travis'
squeezing palm.  "Twist my tits."  After a few more minutes of ball and
nipple torture Travis put his hands on his slave's shoulders and pushed him
down.  Justin dropped to his knees and submissively offered his open mouth
to his teenage master.

"Lick my nuts, slave," Travis demanded.  Hands still clasped behind his
head, the kneeling, naked and thoroughly aroused boy-slave complied.  As
the older teen gripped his nine-inch cock and prick-slapped his flushed
face, Justin tongue-lashed his balls, tasting the both salty flavor of teen
sex-sweat and the remaining residue of chlorinated pool water.  Travis
stuffed his rigid teen meat into the younger boy's mouth.  Justin opened
his talented throat and accepted his young master's thrusting cock.  With
his right hand, Travis grabbed the young blond slave's head.  His fingers
interlocked with Justin's fingers, still woven behind his head.

Justin's entire oral cavity was now his master's private fuck-machine.
Travis didn't even bother to fuck the boy's mouth; he just pulled Justin's
willing head back and forth, enjoying the pleasure of his submissive
slave's oral talents.  With one hand he caressed his own pointy pink
nipples and with the other flicked the boy's tit clamps.  Justin groaned
with pleasure and pain.

"Suck my cock, you nasty cocksucking slut," Travis hissed.  At that moment,
with his master's thick stalk of pulsing flesh fucking his eager gullet,
feeling Travis' loose and swinging ball bag slapping his chin, Justin
realized for the first time that he was truly a slut, a nasty cocksucking
slut..  He loved being dominated, naked, on his knees, his teenage cock
fully erect and leaking, his boiling balls tightly tied and his sensitive
nipples clamped.  Drool dripped from his lips as he eagerly suctioned the
thick tube of hard meat pistoning in and out of his mouth.  Justin wanted
more.

Travis grabbed a handful of Justin's blond hair and pulled the submissive
young cocksucker to his feet.  He embraced and deeply kissed the boy, who
kept his hands obediently behind his head.  Justin felt his nipple clamps
chafe his tits as Travis rubbed his bare chest against him.  Both
teenagers, master and slave, humped their hips, their hard pricks grinding
together.

 Travis broke the kiss and roughly pushed his young slave forward.

"Bend over and grab the railing, you slut," Travis demanded.  Justin
complied, almost losing his balance, as his master took two more leather
thongs and tied his naked slave's wrist cuffs to the railing.  He stepped
behind the boy and caressed his smooth ass and cum-swollen balls.  He
kicked the boy's ankles.

"Spread `em wider, bitch," Travis growled.  He pulled the young slave's
aching cock back between legs and roughly palmed the sensitive head of the
boy's leaking prick.  Justin gasped in pleasure at the painful sensations
shooting from his tortured cock-glans directly into his sex-fevered brain.

"Oh, yes, master," the boy panted in submissive lust.  "Polish my apple.
Don`t be gentle.  I can take it!"

Travis squatted and milked some of Justin's slimy per-cum into his palm.
He gave the boy's cockhead a brief but hard suck before he stood and
offered his wet palm to the young slave's mouth.

"Lick up your scum, slave," Travis demanded.  The boy eagerly lapped up the
copious pre-com on his master's palm.  Travis stepped back and removed the
nipple clamps from the younger teenager's tits.  Justin hissed in a deep
breath as his blood flowed back into his tortured nubs.

"I'm going to fuck you now, whore," Travis announced.  Justin looked over
his shoulders and saw his teenage master slowly masturbating his red,
bloated prick.  He locked eyes with Travis.

"Whip me before you fuck me, Master," the boy begged.  "Please...whip
me...please."

"Have you been a bad boy, slut?"  Travis demanded as he plucked the short
black leather cat-of-nine-tails out of Justin's box of toys.  The older
teen flexed the whip and made a slash through the air.  "Tell me."

"Yes, Master," Justin, looking over his shoulder and locking his eyes with
Travis.  "I've been a real bad boy.  I've been sucking cock all over town.
I love sucking cock.  Punish me, master."  The slave was panting in
anticipation of being whipped.

Travis applied the lash.  Lana had trained him well.  He flogged the boy's
tanned back and his smooth, lilly-white ass.  He maneuvered the whip so the
lashes curled around Justin's chest and snapped against his pulsing
nipples.  He paused between strokes, flexing the whip before he next lash.
Travis whipped his slave hard, but was careful not to leave any lasting
marks.  He looked down at the submissive slave boy bent over before him,
his outstretched wrists tied to the railing, his long blond hair dangling
around his boyish face.  Travis listened as the young hustler begged for
more abuse.  Occasionally, he caressed Justin's bound balls, massaged his
rigid prick and gently finger-teased the slave's twitching young asshole.
Travis tugged hard on the leather thong tied around Justin's bloated ball
bag, stretching the younger teenager's testicles and causing him to moan in
pleasure and pain.

Justin was in ecstasy.  His cock and nipples throbbed as he felt the fall
of the lash on his naked flesh.  He looked over his shoulder and watched
the older teenager as he erotically abused Justin's willing body.  The
teenage slave watched with growing desire as Travis' fully erect nine-inch
prick swayed from side to side as the older teenager flogged him.  He
closed his eyes and panted with lust when he felt Travis all apply the lash
between his spread legs, the tails of the leather cat curling around his
tightly bound balls and his sensitive, rock-hard cock.  Suddenly, he felt a
cool liquid squirted into his open ass crack and then felt Travis' finger
worming into his hot fuck hole.  Excess cool, slick lubricant dripped from
his hot ball sack as the older teenager's fingers gently probed and opened
his ass.  Justin knew what was coming and he welcomed the impending
invasion of his tight little boy pussy.

"Yes, master," Justin softly hissed.  "I'm ready.  Fuck me.  Fuck your
slave.  I need it so bad..."  The young submissive slave continued to beg
for Travis' cock.

Travis listened to Justin's pleas as he lubricated his big prick.  It had
aroused him tremendously to flog the young hustler, and the younger
teenager`s lewd pleas only aroused him further.  He slapped Justin's pale
ass and then adjusted the well-whipped boy's position, maneuvering his
pliant body for the perfect power-fuck.

"What do you want, slut?"  Travis demanded, beating his cock masterfully
against Justin's milky-white ass.

"Your big cock in my asshole," the submissive boy begged.

Travis grabbed the younger teenager's hips and aimed the angry, red head of
his fully-primed ass missile at Justin's eager pink rosebud.  He eased his
lubricated, nine-inch prick into the boy's silky ass and heard his young
slave squeal with delight.  Travis started slowly, but gradually increased
his fuck-tempo until he was rabbit fucking the submissive boy whore.  He
felt his low-hanging balls slapping against Justin's bound nuts.  Travis
leaned over Justin's sweaty back reached under the boy's chest and gave his
nipples a hard twist.

Justin's hard, eight-inch cock bounced and slapped his firm abdomen in
perfect rhythm with his master's pounding thrusts.  The boy-whore closed
his eyes and imagined himself.  Here he was, a submissive, blond seventeen
year-old boy whore wearing only a slave collar and restraints, his
throbbing balls tightly bound with a leather thong bent over on his own
balcony with arms outstretched and his wrists tied to the railing and
having his hot hole pummeled by the dominant, naked teenager who was
spanking his bare ass.  He looked down and saw the headlights of a few cars
passing on the street three floors below.  Under the streetlights he could
see a jogger and a man walking his dog.  It thrilled him to have a
potential audience.

The young hustler suddenly had a flashing thought of Travis stripping and
fucking him in public, with a real audience who could witness his total
submission and degradation.  He fanaticized himself kneeling naked in
Corey's bookstore, sucking on Travis' big prick while a group of men
watched and masturbated.  He had other nasty thoughts of performing in
front of Jerome, Miguel, the leather stud, Corey and countless others as
they watched and masturbated.  He imagined himself as the center of a
circle suck as Travis watched his debauched behavior and simultaneously
plundered his tight little ass. Justin welcomed the idea of public
humiliation at the pleasure of his teenage master.  His depraved fantasies,
coupled with the big teen cock fucking his ass brought him to the brink of
orgasm.

"Fuck me, Master," the teenage slave gasped.  "Harder!  Make me cum.
Please!  I'll do anything for you.  I'm your slut.  I'll suck you off in
public.  I'll lick your asshole.  Whore me out.  I'll suck off your
friends.  I'll suck Jerome's big black cock.  You can watch!  I'll swallow
his jizz.  You can tie me up and beat my balls.  You can piss all over
me..."  Justin was panting out his obscene promises.  His head was now
hanging over the balcony railing as Travis' merciless, pounding cock drove
him farther forward.  "Please, Master make me cum!"

Travis reached under the pleading slave, swiftly pulled off the
slip-knotted thong binding his aching nuts and expertly milked his
twitching prick.  It only took a few strokes.  The boy's orgasm was
spectacular.  Released from the tight ball-bondage, multiple thick streams
of hot, milky teenage sperm spewed like a cum-geyser from Justin's gaping
piss-slit, arcing through the railing into the morning twilight before
drifting in graceful loops onto the green grass three floors below.  Justin
came so hard his young nuts ached.  Spent and exhausted, the teenage slave
slowly fell to the balcony deck.

Travis' uncorked his big cock from Justin's juicy, dilated and well-fucked
asshole.  He untied the young slave's wrists from the wrought-iron raining
and the younger teen collapsed on the balcony floor, sprawling onto his
back with his arms outstretched.  He looked up at his teenage master,
Travis' shaggy blond hair wet with perspiration, pointy pink nipples erect
and rapidly fisting his big, oily prick.  Their eyes locked.

"Cum for me, master," Justin begged.  "Spunk on my face."  He submissively
opened his mouth and extended his tongue, eager to taste his master's
spunk.

Travis straddled the spread-eagled teenager and looked down at him as he
pounded his big teen prick.  He had whipped, sucked, and fucked young
Justin into complete, utter, and abject submission.  The younger teen had
aroused him to the brink with his raunchy fantasies of public humiliation.
He imagined himself pissing on the boy while Justin sucked on some other
guy's meat.  It was too much for Travis.  He clutched his balls, jacked his
joint and aimed his cock-head at Justin's face.

"You want my cum, slave?"  Travis demanded.  Justin silently sat up and
placed his open mouth less than an inch from the head of Travis' angry red
prick, his pink tongue still fully extended.  With his right hand, Justin
reached upwards and roughly tweaked his master's left nipple.

Travis exploded.  The first jet of hot, steaming ball juice shot directly
into Justin's mouth.  The teen hustler savored the taste of his master's
spunk, as the rest of Travis' sperm painted his face and chest.  Completely
spent from his intense orgasm, Travis collapsed onto one of the balcony
chairs, panting, head thrown back, and legs splayed open.

Justin leaped forward and greedily devoured Travis' wilting cock,
determined to extract the last drop of delicious fuck-sauce from his
master's balls.  Both boys were exhausted.  The sun broke over the eastern
horizon, fully illuminating the two naked teenagers on the third-floor
balcony.

* * *

Justin awoke first, and rubbed his eyes.  Both exhausted teenagers had
slept away the day in Justin's wide bed after their long night of debauched
sex.  With the shades closed, it was dark in the bedroom although the
digital clock on Justin's desk indicated it was a little after three
o'clock in the afternoon.  The two teenagers had slept together for almost
nine hours.

Justin silently slipped out of bed and looked at his sleeping lover.  The
air conditioner hummed and the room felt a bit chilly.  He gently pulled up
the crisp cotton bed-sheet over Travis' shoulder and silently padded out of
the bedroom.

The naked teenager turned on the shower and adjusted the water.  He picked
up a bar of soap and stepped under the spray.  As he washed himself and
shampooed his long blond hair, Justin thought about the past few days.  He
felt himself very attracted to Travis, not just sexually, but as a friend.
He hoped his new friend would not reject him.  He had been rejected so many
times before.  The jocks he had sucked in high school, his father and
sisters, even his own mother.  He remembered the night he had arrived in
Nashville, when he had been beaten and robbed, and he remembered the night
the drunken man had pissed on his naked, abused body in the cold Chicago
snow.

Justin turned off the shower and toweled himself dry.  He brushed his teeth
and gargled.  Justin was still thinking about Travis.  As he brushed his
long blond hair, Justin realized that he didn't know what love truly was,
but he was determined not to lose the friendship of the older teenager
sleeping in his bed.  Naked, he cracked open the bedroom door and peeked
in.  Travis was still fast asleep.

Justin went to the kitchen and prepared a pot of strong breakfast tea.  He
next peeled and chopped a pair of potatoes and put them in a skillet with
some chopped onions.  In another skillet he put in several strips of
fatback bacon.  As the bacon began to crackle, Justin whipped a few eggs
and prepared two Swiss cheese omelets.

In the bedroom, Travis awoke to the smell of bacon cooking.  As he arose
from the bed, Justin stepped into the bedroom.  Travis sat on the edge of
the bed, stretching and yawning.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Justin gently announced.  He opened the window
shades and looked at the older, shaggy-haired teenager.  "He looks so
sexy," Justin thought to himself.

"God, I stink," Travis said, wrinkling his nose.  He looked at Justin.
"You wore me out last night."

"You wore me out too," Justin replied. "And yes, you stink.  Go take a
shower and wash your smelly ass.  I put some towels and a robe in the
bathroom for you."  Justin opened the bedroom window.  "I`ve got to air
this room out.  It reeks of ass, farts, and your stinky feet in here."
Both teenagers laughed.

After his shower, Travis put on the fluffy white robe and walked into the
kitchen.  Justin had put on his blue cotton pajamas and was pouring out two
mugs of steaming tea.  He offered Travis a mug motioned for Travis to sit
at the kitchen table.

"Breakfast is served," the younger teenager announced proudly.

The two teenagers ate and made small talk.  Travis was quite taken with the
teen hustler sitting across the table from him.  Although Justin sometimes
seemed a bit unsure of and vulnerable, the young teen appeared to have high
ambitions and a determination to achieve.  As they ate and talked, both
teenagers frequently locked eyes.  Travis loved the younger teenager's
easy, toothsome smile.

Travis glanced at the small pile of library books stacked on the kitchen
counter, their pages neatly marked with small pieces of colored paper.  He
noted a geometry book, recognized something by Dickens he had read in high
school, a history of modern Turkey and a travelogue of the same country.
He admired Justin's personal drive and sense of direction.  Travis was
impressed with the younger teen and hoped their friendship would develop
further.

"I can't eat any more," Travis announced, pushing away his plate.

"Do you have to work tonight?"  Justin asked, nibbling on the last piece of
fatback bacon.

"Yeah," Travis replied, standing and picking up the plates and flatware.
"My shift starts at midnight, but Jerome said we've got a new stock-girl so
I should go in early."  He scraped off the plates and filled the sink with
hot water.  Justin rose from the table and extracted a dishtowel from a
kitchen drawer.

"You wash," Justin said.  "I'll dry."  The two teenagers quickly finished
washing the dishes and skillets.  They dried their hands, turned on the
television, and sat on the couch.  Travis put his arm around Justin's
shoulder and pulled the younger teen close.  Justin nestled his head
against Travis' chest.

"I've got to work tonight, too," Justin whispered.  "The agency has me
booked for an appointment at nine o'clock."  He paused has he felt Travis'
strong young chest rise and fall.  "You can stay here if you want.  I've
got an extra key."

Travis had temporarily forgotten that Justin was a male prostitute.  It
bothered Travis because it seemed that Justin was so vulnerable, and the
older teen felt an instinctive need to be protective.  Travis thought for a
few seconds and then pulled the younger teen closer.

"Justin," he said in his soft Tennessee drawl.  "I don't want to tell you
how to live your life.  But I'm going to worry about you."

"Don't worry," Justin replied, snuggling closer to Travis.  "I know this
client.  He's harmless.  All he wants is a strip-tease and a blowjob."  The
younger teen paused.  "I hope that doesn't make you jealous.  The client
means nothing.  It's just business."

"You know I'm going to worry about you, anyway" Travis said as he stroked
Justin's long blond hair.  Justin was touched with the older teenager's
genuine concern.  He gently pulled open Travis' robe so he could rest his
head against his teenage master's bare chest.

"Travis," Justin spoke softly.  "Lana called me a few days ago.  She wants
to book me for another session.  She asked if I could bring a friend.  Are
you interested?"

Under the robe, Travis felt his cock stir.  He was interested.