Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 14:53:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong  Turn, Chapter 9

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sex between males is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This is a fictional story that takes place in a world where
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characters would take precautions. Please respect yourself and others
enough to always play safe.

If you have read any of my previous stories you will know that I tend to be
a romantic with a bent toward happy endings. This story starts out as a
potential romance but is one that takes a wrong turn, or so it seems. And
as for the ending, you'll just have to read on, but be forewarned that this
is a darker and more sexual story than my usual. The author retains all
rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the
author's consent. Comments are appreciated at NJRimzu@aol.com.

Chapter 9

I was surprised my ass wasn't worse when I woke up Saturday morning. It was
sore, but not even as bad as it had been the day after the first time
Carlos had fucked me. Of course, I'd been fucked many, many times since
then, including a few times by Jose's huge member, so the night before
wasn't something totally new, just a matter of degree. Of course I didn't
let on to either Carlos or Jose that I was feeling all right. When Carlos
offered to apply the cream again after our morning shower I took him up on
it. And I made a point of sitting very gingerly. If I played my cards right
I figured I might be able to keep Jose and his tool away from my hole the
rest of the weekend.

We picked up a large sack of greasy-cholesterol-to-go at a nearby
McDonald's and were on the road by ten. Both of the guys were pretty quiet
as I drove through the industrial urban part of north Jersey. Jose pigged
out on the fast food breakfast in the back seat while Carlos just nibbled
on his. By the time we crossed the huge bridge over the Raritan River they
had both come back to life and seemed more like themselves. Jose was
especially pleased when Carlos announced we'd be spending the afternoon at
Sandy Hook.

Jose was even more impressed with the house than Carlos had been. We stayed
only long enough for the guys to bring in their stuff and get changed for
the beach. Carlos decided that he and I would sleep in the master bedroom
and Jose would take one of the guest rooms. Jose wasn't happy with those
arrangements.

"But that bed is huge! I'm sure all three of us could fit just fine on it."

"I'm not talking about sexual arrangements, amigo, just sleeping. We'll all
sleep better if we're comfortable. We can have sex anywhere, anytime."

Our trip to the beach was uneventful. It was a hot sunny day and we cooled
off by going in the chilly water a couple of times. Jose behaved himself
although he ogled about half the guys on the beach. I couldn't complain
about that since I was doing quite a bit of looking myself. I'd never
allowed myself to openly cruise men before since I knew I had no intention
of ever following up on it. I still wasn't going to do anything about it
but it was fun to look.

It was after four when my skin began to tingle so we left the beach and
headed back to the house. Carlos had already decided we'd eat somewhere in
Asbury Park again before going to Paradise, but that was hours away so he
had me stop at the drive-thru of a Taco Bell's to pick up something to tide
us over. We ate our faux-Mexican food washed down by beer on the deck at
home. In the nude, of course. Afterward I took the trash into the house and
brought out three more beers. The guys were talking about sex when I
returned so I sat very carefully.

"I think we'd better wait until later tonight, Jose."

"His hole should be fine by now, bro. No need to wait."

Carlos sighed and turned to me. "Bend over and spread 'em. Let's see what
it looks like."

I got up and did what he said, pulling my cheeks apart so they could both
inspect my hole.

"Yeah, it looks pretty bruised and swollen."

"Nah, it looks just like any other hole that's recently been fucked. He's
ready to go again."

"Maybe, but we'll give it a little more time to recover. We'll do him
later," Carlos said forcefully, putting an end to the discussion.

Carlos then suggested a nap before our night out. We hadn't had a whole lot
of sleep the night before so we were all tired, but Jose grumbled when
Carlos pointed him toward his room. For myself, I was happy to cuddle and
sleep with just Carlos.

The restaurant where we'd eaten the week before was nice, too nice for Jose
in my opinion, so I was pleased when Carlos pointed out a seafood
restaurant on the way to Asbury Park. We all ordered the seafood combo,
mine broiled, theirs fried. Carlos surprised me by splitting a bottle of
Chardonnay with me. Jose stuck to beer.

It was another fun night at the club. Even Jose seemed to have a good
time. Carlos and I danced some and he also danced with Jose. Jose kept
ordering shots, which I paid for but wouldn't drink. I was driving and had
to limit my alcohol intake. He saw several guys he lewdly commented on.

"Man, I'd love to bring that hottie back to the house and fuck his brains
out," he said, pointing to a cute little blond.

"No way, Jose. We have to be careful what we do around Ryan's house. That's
one limitation we have to honor."

"You're not any fun at all this weekend, bro."

"If you find a local hottie who invites you back to his place, Ryan and I
can pick you up in the morning. You just can't bring anyone back to the
house. You can understand that, I'm sure."

"Yeah, but I think I'd rather share your pussy boy with you."

By the time we left Carlos was swaying and barely able to stay on his
feet. He'd had a lot to drink and I had to help him to the car. Jose had
had just as much but he didn't seem to have a problem. Of course, he had
more weight to soak up the booze. When we got back to the house the guys
had another disagreement. Jose wanted to fuck me; Carlos wanted to sleep.

"We've got all day tomorrow to fuck. I probably couldn't even get it up at
this point."

"Maybe you can't but I sure can. And I'm sure you'd get turned on watching
me plow his ass."

"I just wanna sleep, Jose. I had too much to drink and can barely keep my
eyes open. Tomorrow, bro."

I wasn't happy that Carlos was so wasted but it seemed to be working out in
my favor. Jose grumbled a bit more but finally went to his room, slamming
the door. I helped Carlos to my room and got him undressed and into bed. He
was out cold as soon as his head hit the pillow. I watched him sleep as I
got undressed. That small dark body was so beautiful. It wasn't just the
long thick organ between his legs. Everything about him appealed to me and
turned me on. He was definitely my idea of heaven, especially when he was
asleep. I carefully crawled into bed next to him, pulled the sheet up over
us and snuggled against his hot body. I knew I could get used to that.

Sunday morning I awoke to the sound of retching. I opened my eyes and saw
that I was alone in bed. The sound was coming from the bathroom, where the
door was pushed halfway closed. I opened it and there was Carlos, naked and
bent over the toilet, heaving. I rushed over, squatted down and put my arm
around him. He was trembling and covered with sweat.

"What happened, babe?"

He flushed the toilet and then ran the back of his hand over his mouth. I
reached up and grabbed a towel and handed it to him. He mopped the sweat
off his face and his hands.

"I woke up feeling like I was gonna puke. And I did, but I was lucky I made
it here in time."

"This just happened?"

"No, this was the second time. I tried to hold back the first time and then
laid down here on the floor, hoping it would pass. It didn't."

"It's usually better to get it all out of your system."

"Yeah, well I hate to throw up so I didn't want to, but I think I'm empty
now."

"Feel like going back to bed then?"

"I guess so. I feel totally exhausted."

I stood and helped him get to his feet, then put an arm around him and led
him back to the bedroom. He lay down and I covered him with the sheet
only. He gave me a very weak version of his little smile.

"Thanks. I guess I haven't been talking very good care of my stomach
lately."

"Maybe you picked up a bug somewhere. Or maybe it was something you ate?"

"We all had the same thing last night, remember? Nah, I've just been eating
crap and drinking too much the last week or so. Too much beer is rough
enough on my stomach but I had wine with dinner and then I did those shots
with Jose at Paradise. Hard liquor does a number on my stomach." He yawned.

"Go back to sleep and get some rest. It's still way too early to get up."

He dozed off and I looked at the clock. Only seven-thirty, much later than
I slept during the week but early for the weekend. I was fully awake though
so I took a shower and went to the kitchen to see what I could fix for
breakfast. Carlos would need something in his stomach, something
bland. There was almost nothing to eat in the house. I hadn't done much
food shopping since Anne had left so I was low on everything. I knew toast
and tea were good for an upset stomach, but I only had three pieces of
bread and the tea I found in the cabinet was spiced. The only breakfast
food I found was frozen French toast, which probably wouldn't be a good
idea. I decided to run out to the supermarket and pick something up. On my
way to the bedroom to check on Carlos I noticed that Jose was up and in the
hall bathroom.

Carlos opened his eyes as I sat on the side of the bed.

"How're you feeling?"

"Like crap, but at least I don't think I'm gonna be sick again."

"I'm going to go out to the store to get something for breakfast. What do
you think would be good?"

"You don't have to do that. I can eat whatever you've got here."

"Believe me, there's not much here. What do you want?"

"Maybe some cold cereal, something bland like Cheerios."

"You got it. Are you gonna be okay for a while?"

"Yeah, I think maybe I'll sleep some more."

When I went back to the kitchen Jose was rummaging around. He grunted at
me.

"Carlos is sick, too much to drink last night. I'm going to the store to
get something he can eat."

He nodded. "Yeah, his stomach gets a little sensitive now and then. I'll go
with you."

I hesitated. I didn't want to leave Carlos alone, but then I didn't like
the idea of Jose poking around the house while Carlos slept either. Jose
seemed to sense at least a part of what I was thinking.

"Carlos will be fine. That boy can sleep all day if he isn't disturbed."

So he accompanied me to the supermarket. I bought a loaf of bread, some
mild tea, the Cheerios, of course, and milk. I also got some cold cuts and
rolls for lunch later on. Jose wanted frozen waffles and sausage
patties. He was quiet and remarkably pleasant. On the way back we were
passing a local park when Jose perked up.

"Turn in here!"

"What? Why?"

"I wanna see what's in here. Turn in!" I turned into the entrance and
pulled into a parking spot.

"It's just a park. A picnic grove, softball and soccer fields and a jogging
trail."

"C'mon, let's see." He leapt out of the car and slammed the door. I got out
as well.

"Where are you going? We have food in the car."

"It can keep for a minute. C'mon."

He headed down the trail into the woods. I tagged along as he walked for a
few minutes. Then he stopped, looked around, grabbed my arm and dragged me
toward some dense brush.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he stopped in a tiny clear spot a couple
of dozen feet from the trail.

"I've been waiting all weekend to get into that hole of yours again and
something keeps coming up. If we go back to the house Carlos is gonna put
it off again 'cause he's not feeling good. I'm not waiting any longer. I
want it now."

"Here? In the woods? Are you crazy? Somebody will see us."

"Nah. There weren't any other cars out there and you can't even see the
trail from here. Let's go."

"No way! I'm not doing it with you here."

"Look, if you cooperate I'll go easy, but I guarantee that if you make me
force it you won't like it. Your hole is sore as it is. It'll be a lot
worse when I'm done."

Jose looked very angry and threatening. I was maybe an inch taller than him
but he had a good thirty pounds of muscle on me. I could probably beat him
in a dash to the car but then there would be a public scene that I didn't
want to face.

"If I do this now, that's it for the rest of the weekend. I'm not your sex
toy, you know."

"Sure, the weekend's nearly over and it's not like I'm gonna get anything
later anyway. Just drop your pants and bend over. I'll try to be as gentle
as I can."

I gritted my teeth as I unfastened my shorts and let them drop to the
ground. I spread my feet apart as much as the shorts around my ankles would
let me and bent forward with my hands on my knees. Jose pushed his pants
down around his thighs and stroked his massive meat. I wasn't sure he knew
the meaning of the word gentle and I knew I wasn't going to enjoy it. He
must have planned this all along because he pulled a tube of lube from his
pocket, greased up his cock and then began to work on my ass. He surprised
me by taking his time, working his fingers into me one after another,
stretching and opening me up until he had four of them most of the way in.

"One of these days I'm gonna get my hand into you. I know Carlos wants to
do that and I'm gonna be right there with him, helping him out when it
happens." I made up my mind right then and there that that would never
happen, even if Carlos insisted.

He removed his fingers from my stretched hole and placed his head up to it
and pushed. While I had to stretch some more to take it, it wasn't painful,
just uncomfortable. My hole had apparently recovered from Friday night's
workout. Jose began to slowly pump in and out of me. I closed my eyes and
tried to pretend it was Carlos. He'd only been fucking a few minutes when I
heard a snapping sound. I opened my eyes and looked to my right. There was
a teenage kid about ten feet away, looking like a high school runner in his
shorts and tank top. Except he had the waistband of his shorts down under
his balls and he was stroking a hardon that would have made any man proud.

"Hey kid, looks like you're enjoying the show." Apparently Jose had been so
into his fucking that he hadn't noticed the kid's arrival either. The boy
just grinned and nodded. He was a cutie, with shaggy blond hair and a slim
body, but I wasn't really paying much attention to his looks. I was
mortified at being caught like this in public.

"Damn, your rod is really huge. I can't believe it fits in him like that."
The kid didn't seem to be at all embarrassed, just fascinated.

"Yeah, this pussy just loves to get fucked." He'd stopped pumping into me
and I'd tried to stand up and move away, but he kept one hand on my back
and the other on my shoulder, holding me to him. "How'd you like a piece of
this tail?"

"Jose! He's just a kid!"

"Looks man enough to me. How about it, kid? You legal?"

"Oh yeah, no prob."

Jose backed off, pulling out of me.

"Then go to it. Knock yourself out."

He handed the lube to the kid who'd moved up alongside me. Once again I
tried to straighten up and move away but now Jose was in a better position
to hold me in place. He grabbed both of my shoulders as the kid lubed
himself up and got into position behind me. He very tentatively entered me
and slowly slid all the way in. The first few pumps were very careful but
once he was sure he wasn't going to hurt me he began slamming into me much
harder. While he didn't seem to know much about what he was doing it felt
pretty good. He was so much smaller than Jose but he was hitting my nut
quite a bit. I figured someone his age probably wouldn't be able to hold
out long so I just gave in and waited. Jose let go of me when he sensed I
wasn't going to fight it.

"Man, that is so hot, you getting plowed by a kid. How low is that?"

I looked over at Jose and he had his cell phone out, aimed at me. When I
saw the little light flash I realized he was taking pictures. Fuck! Just
then the kid slammed all the way into me and froze. I felt his dick throb
in my hole as he shot his load into me. In no time he'd pulled out, put his
dick back into his shorts and disappeared into the woods.

"Okay, now that he's got you warmed up let me get my rocks off."

"That was crazy, Jose! I could get into a lot of trouble, even if he is
legal. Don't forget I live right down the road with my wife."

"Chill, man. The kid didn't seem to recognize you. And I doubt if even your
wife would know you from the rear like that."

He resumed his fucking and this time it didn't take long until he was
shooting into me. I didn't come close to getting off myself and didn't want
to. I just wanted to get the hell out of the park before someone saw
us. There were still no other cars in the parking lot when we left. It was
only mid-morning so we'd been lucky. Maybe Jose had taken the time into
account when he thought up the whole thing. More likely he hadn't even
thought about it.

Back at the house I turned on the coffeemaker, put on the water for tea and
went to check on Carlos. He was still sleeping but woke up when he heard me
come into the room.

"How ya feeling, babe?" I smiled at him. I didn't want to show how shook up
I was over the episode in the park.

"Better, I think. Still a little weak."

"No wonder. You had a rough morning and you need some nutrition. I'm making
tea and toast and got you some Cheerios if you're feeling up to it."

"Maybe the tea and toast to start. I don't want to overdo it."

I went back to the kitchen. Jose had fixed his waffles and sausage and
taken them out onto the deck to eat. I brought Carlos' meager breakfast to
him on a tray. He ate slowly and sipped his tea. Then I stripped my clothes
off, led him to the bathroom and we took a shower together. He didn't do
much besides stand there while I gently washed him. I dried us both off and
then he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me. It felt more like he
was just trying to hold on and stay on his feet than actually hug me. His
head was pressed against my chest and I bent my head down and kissed the
top of it.

"Aww, isn't that sweet?" I looked up and Jose was standing in the doorway.

Carlos also looked toward him. "Go away, bro. Leave us alone."

Jose disappeared and I got one of my robes out for Carlos. I got another
robe for myself and we went to the kitchen where he poured a bowl of
cereal. I sat at the counter and sipped a mug of coffee, watching him
eat. He looked a little more like his normal self by the time he
finished. We took refills of our coffee and tea out onto the deck where
Jose was sunning himself.

I'd made up my mind not to say anything about what had happened in the
park. I was still very upset about it but I didn't want to bother
Carlos. Maybe another day I'd mention it to him, but not while he was still
obviously feeling under the weather. Jose, on the other hand, didn't seem
to think it would bother Carlos. We weren't out on the deck five minutes
when he launched into a very detailed, very enthusiastic narrative of the
whole thing. He even brought out the cell phone with the pictures he'd
taken. I could see the anger in Carlos' face when Jose was finished.

"Damn it, bro, I told you we had to be careful about things around here! We
can't take any chances about someone from the rest of Ryan's life finding
out what's going on. We've all been having fun this summer but if any of
this gets back to his wife it'll all blow up and be over."

"Chill! You two are both so paranoid. Nobody saw us except the kid and he
obviously didn't recognize Ryan, so where's the harm?"

"It's just too dangerous, Jose. Besides, I've told you before, you don't
get to decide things when it comes to Ryan. He's mine and I make the
decisions."

I wasn't crazy about Carlos talking about me as if he owned me but I was
glad he was standing up to Jose and being firm. He was quiet a minute and
then turned to me.

"When's the next train back to the city?"

"I don't think you're up to traveling, Carlos. Besides, I thought you were
staying the night like last week. "

"You're right, I feel drained, like I should go back to bed again
already. But I think Jose should go home."

"What, you're gonna send me home 'cause I was a bad boy?" Jose sneered.

"No, Jose," Carlos sighed. "But I'm not feeling up to doing anything at all
today and I don't think you're gonna have any more fun here. If you leave
now you can party all afternoon and night in the city. That'll be more fun
than watching me sleep here."

Jose glowered at both of us for a few minutes. "Maybe you're right. I know
you're not feeling well bro, but I don't know what's gotten into you as far
as this asshole is concerned. You started out using him good but lately
you're way too considerate of him. You're just not fun anymore."

He got up and stormed into the house.

"Why didn't you tell me you did that with him?" Now Carlos sounded mad at
me. "Maybe you enjoyed it as much as he did and didn't want me to know. Is
that it? You prefer his thick beer can?"

"No Carlos, that's not it at all. You know I don't even like him. I'm sorry
I didn't tell you but I know you're not feeling well and didn't want you to
get upset."

"Well, he knows he's not supposed to do things like that with you if I'm
not around. And you're not supposed to either."

"Believe me, I didn't want to. I tried to talk him out of it but finally
decided it would be over quicker if I just went along. Then when that kid
showed up I nearly had a heart attack. My whole life would be fucked if
that kid knew who I was."

"I'm sorry, Ry.  Like I said, Jose should know better. I'd never do
anything around here that might get you in trouble."

"I know. You do some crazy things and I don't like some of them but overall
I'm starting to trust your judgment."

"I'm going in to talk to Jose. I really do want him to leave now so why
don't you check the train schedule?"

We went into the house and I went to my office while Carlos joined Jose in
his room. The next train into the city was in thirty minutes and it would
take half that time to drive to the station. I threw some clothes on in my
room and then waited impatiently in the kitchen, not wanting to interrupt
them but aware we didn't have much time. Fortunately they came out in just
a few minutes. Neither one looked happy.

"We'll talk more tomorrow, Jose."

Jose just scowled and carried his bag out the front door. I gave Carlos a
quick kiss on the cheek, an oddly natural-feeling thing to do, and went
after him. He didn't say a word in the car all the way to the station but
when we got there and he got out, he bent down and leaned in toward me.

"I don't know what you're doin' to my buddy's head, but I don't like it."

"I'm not doing anything to him, Jose. You know exactly what the deal is
between Carlos and me."

"I know what it's supposed to be." He paused. "I'm keeping my eye on you so
you'd better watch your back."

He slammed the door shut and headed toward the platform. I drove off
quickly before he had second thoughts.

When I got back to the house Carlos was still in his robe, sitting in a
lounge chair at the end of the deck that was still in the shade. At first I
thought he was asleep, but he opened his eyes as soon as I came out the
door.

"Did he make the train?"

"Easily. No problem."

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair. "I'm sorry
for what Jose made you do in the park." He opened his eyes again and looked
at me. "And I want to apologize for partially blaming you. I realize you've
come to enjoy having your ass plugged but I also know you're still at the
point where you don't want to admit it, so you'd never start a scene like
that. You're still a bit in denial and need to be pushed into it."

I sat down on the foot of another lounge chair. "I guess I am having a
little trouble coming to terms with how much I enjoy getting fucked. Since
I'd always been with women in the past, I'd thought of myself as the man,
the aggressor, in sexual encounters. I just assumed it would be that way if
I were ever with another man as well. And I do love to fuck you and wish
you'd let me do that again sometime. But I'm no longer in denial about how
much I love having you fuck me. As you said, I like having my ass plugged,
but having it filled by you is what really turns me on. I only do the
others because you want me to."

"You've been pretty good about starting to trust me lately, Ry. I guess I
should trust you, too."

We didn't leave the house the rest of the day. Carlos was still feeling a
little off so we just lay around, first on the deck and then inside when it
got too hot and sunny. We watched a couple of movies, ate bland food,
napped and cuddled a lot. Considering how the day had started out, it was
one of the most relaxing afternoons I'd had in years.

Since we had to catch a very early train in the morning (Carlos had to go
back to his apartment to get ready for work), we turned in early. He'd been
acting more like his usual self in the evening so I was surprised when he
made no move to have sex. He turned on his side and pulled me in close
behind him. I put my arms around him and held him close to my body. In no
time his rhythmic breathing told me he was asleep but I forced myself to
stay awake a while, listening to him breathe, inhaling his faint scent. I
finally allowed myself to drift off to sleep, but before I did I whispered
in his ear, "I love you, Carlos."

To Be Continued.