From: jtmichcock@yahoo.com (JT Michcock)
Subject: "All-American Rent Boys" Part 2 (M/t, Interracial, Voy, Oral, Anal)
Date: Tue, 05 May 1998 05:28:00 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com

This is part two of an ongoing story.  It involves explicit
descriptions of male/male sex, including a teenaged boy.  If you are
under 18, go away.  If M/M sex, acts of prostitution, voyeurism,
inter- racial sex or borderline non-consensual sex are not for you,
download something else.  

Otherwise, sit back and enjoy yourselves...


ALL-AMERICAN RENT BOYS
By JT Michcock

Part Two  (1/2)

       Jon ambled with the flow down the hall.  There were a couple of
the dark round domes, one on the wall and another on the ceiling. 
Although all of the boys had towels, none of them had covered
themselves up as they walked along.  Jon fought his embarrassment of
being videotaped in the locker room and shower.  Ultimately, he
dismissed the urge to wrap the towel around himself.  This would call
to much attention to his embarrassment.

       Tony, the guy who brought him here, was following close behind
him, and attempted to direct him forward.  Some help he was, thought
Jon.  He didn't even warn him about the cameras.  Or the two fucking
kids in the shower.  Little kids.  Kids who should never have been
there.

       The line ended at a small dressing room area.  Mirrors covered
the walls and reflected multiple images of the nudity.  Toiletries
were located on counters in front of the mirrored walls.   At least
twenty or so small sinks were built into the counters.  The guys
appeared to drift randomly to counter spaces, talking and laughing
amongst themselves and acting at ease with the whole situation.  For
Jon, the situation was otherwise.  What the hell had he gotten himself
into?

       Jon noticed that all around the room were camera domes, at
least a half-dozen or so.  Whoever was watching these guys before must
still be interested.

       As he looked around the room, Jon felt a hand on the small of
his back and jumped slightly.  "This way," whispered Tony as he guided
Jon to a counter space next to him.

       Jon noticed that the two little kids, Mikey and Davey, were on
the side opposite from him and Tony.   Jon looked over at the youths,
the oldest of whom could not have been more than eleven or twelve, and
again fought off nervousness.  The muscular blond guy who had been
guarding the two in the showers was now taking up position at the
dressing room door, keeping his eyes tightly locked on the youths. 
The blond guy had a completely serious look on his face.  This was
business, pure and simple.  Seeing these kids in the shower was even
more of a shock to Jon than finding out that his every move was being
watched.  

       Jon looked over and saw that Leon, the extremely tall,
well-built black law student Tony had introduced him to, was standing
next to him.  On Leon's other side was the cute blond teen he had been
making out with in the shower.  Jon's gaze went down to Leon's
equipment.  He had never seen a tool that big before.  Even though it
had softened since exiting the shower, it was still huge.  Mentally,
Jon's thoughts went to his throat and he wondered if he could take
that monster.

       Jon looked at the mirror in front of him and saw his own face
in the reflection.  Nervous looking face, he thought.  His jaw was
tightly clenched, unable to speak.  Eyes opened fully, anticipating
the next insult to his privacy.  Hell, he had just gotten his driver's
license.  He was still a kid.  What the hell was he doing here?

       "Brush your teeth," whispered Tony.  Jon looked down at the
sink and saw that a fresh toothbrush and a small container of
toothpaste were there, along with combs, brushes, a  deodorant roller,
and various other items.  No razors, thought Jon, not that too many of
these people shaved that often, if ever.

       He unwrapped the toothbrush, coated it with paste and stuck it
into his mouth.  Looking at the counter, Jon noticed a protrusion in
front of the sink.  A camera lens?  A shudder went through Jon as the
discomfort of being watched was renewed.  Every sink appeared to have
a device for watching the naked youths.  As he brushed, Jon wondered
just how many people were watching him.  He was the "new meat," as
Tony described it, at this party. And he was likely to be the object
of a lot of attention.

       What could he do?  He thought about leaving.  He knew the route
back to the doorway, he memorized it.  But then what?  Would he stand
outside and wait for Tony to take him back home?  Yeah, right.  Like
Tony would ever take him back after this.  Jon wouldn't have anywhere
to go to.  He had been kicked out of his house and he couldn't go there.

       Another thought struck Jon that was even more terrifying. 
Would the people who owned this place ever let him leave?  He saw too
much, knew too much about this place already.  Underage boys being
paid to have sex.  Whoever owned this place probably wouldn't want
people to know about this.  Maybe they'd kill him, thought Jon as he
spat out the last of the toothpaste.  That thought really scared him
as he filled a dixie cup with water and rinsed, looking intently at
what appeared to be the camera lens in front of him.

       Slowly, Jon picked up a comb and ran it through his short red
hair.  Still wet from the shower, he was able to style it somewhat to
his liking.  Again, his attention turned to the camera as he wondered
if anyone was getting off watching him comb his hair.

       Jon looked over to Tony, who was now applying the deodorant
under his arms.  Tony smiled at him confidently.  Relax, the smile
said, you're going to be okay.  Jon smiled back grimly, not at all
sure what to think.

       As the boys in the room finished primping themselves for the
customers, Tony gestured to Jon to join him as they exited the room. 
Davey and Michael were the first to leave, the bodyguard taking the
kids off to God-knows-where.  The assembled group turned again in the
hallway.  



       As they reached the doorway leading off to another area, Tony
went over to see Frank.  Apparently there were some "special
instructions" to be followed, as Jon was later told.  When he was done
talking, Tony walked over to Jon, took hold of his arm and brought him
to a quiet area.  

       "You're not afraid of heights?" asked Tony.  Jon shook his head
no.

       "Good, because we have to ride in on the balcony," said Tony, a
shit-eating grin covering his face.

       "Balcony?" whispered Jon, confused.  Jon realized that this was
the first thing he had said in a long time.

       "C'mere," said Tony, as he led his charge through a doorway.

       Inside the closet-sized room were two black poles rising out of
an oval-shaped padded area.  A border surrounded the padded area, a
short plastic wall of no more than three or four inches.  It was no
more than six feet at its longest and about three feet wide.  Nothing
that looked like cameras on the wall.

       Tony hopped onto the padded area and sat down with his legs
crossed, gesturing for Jon to follow him.  Jon did so, and sat across
from his roommate, their legs touching.  The padded surface was
extremely soft, must be pure silk.  The color was bright.  Scarlet
red.  The color of whores.

       "Okay," continued Tony, "here's the deal.  In a few minutes,
they're going to drop us down onto the floor."  Floor?  What floor,
thought Jon.  The confused expression on his face prompted an
explanation from Tony.

       "Right below us is the main party room," said Tony.  "See these
poles?" he said, patting the black rods to the rear.  "These are parts
of a hydraulic system.  They lower us to the floor, it's about a
thirty foot drop from here."

       "As we're going down, you and I will be necking," said Tony,
smiling.  With this, Tony unwrapped his legs and moved over to Jon,
positioning the two so they were near the center of the padded area
and grinding his crotch against his companion.

       "Once the thing stops near the bottom, we go into a 69,"
continued Tony, still smiling, his mouth now inches away from Jon. 
"You'll know when we stop."

       "We're going to be the centerpiece of the party.  The guys
who're down there will becoming by and looking and touching us all
over.   Get ready for that."

       "They can finger-fuck your asshole, really gently though, but
that's as far as any penetration goes," said Tony.  "Plus, you can
expect that you're going to be rimmed a lot.  And there's one guy down
there who likes toe sucking, so your feet'll probably end up in his
mouth, sometime tonight."

       Jon shook his head, the thought of his foot in someone's mouth
left him cold.  "Tony," whispered Jon, "I don't want to do this."

       A nasty look crossed Tony's face.  Jon had never seen him angry
before.

       "You're doing this asshole," said Tony, the threat clear in his
voice.  "Or they're gonna fucking kill you."  A lump rose up in Jon's
throat and he couldn't swallow.  Sweat was breaking out on his brow as
the danger he was in was finally being realized.  He could either be a
sex toy for the night or die.  It was his choice.

       Tony grabbed Jon's chin with his hand.

       "Do you understand?" asked Tony, in a menacing voice.  John
shook his head up and down.  He understood too well.

       "Now," continued Tony, still with a threatening tone, "after a
few hours or so, they're going to let us off of there.  And then this
gets real easy."

       "I have a client here who I'm expecting to meet up with.  You
and I are going into a private room with him."  Jon finally swallowed.

       "I picked this guy," continued Tony, his voice more relaxed,
"because he doesn't like to touch or be touched.  He just wants to
watch."

       "After we're done with him, then we can do some new tricks or,
if you want, you can just hang around until the party wears down. 
Your choice."

       Jon closed his eyes and shook his head.  It didn't sound as
scary anymore.

       "Now," said Tony, a smile finally emerging.  "I have to show
you how we 69 here."

       Jon was familiar with the position, having only done it with
Tony the night before while one of Tony's customers took turns fucking
both of the boys up the ass.  Tony laid down onto the padding and
prompted Jon to lay on his side.  When he reached Jon's package, Tony
lifted Jon's top leg and inserted it under his own arm.

       "This is so everyone gets a good look at your asshole and can
watch me work on you," said Tony, his breath covering Tony's package. 
Tony lifted up his own leg and inserted it under Jon's arm.  "Got it?"

       "I think so," said Jon, his voice still nervous as hell. 

       "If I do this," continued Tony, taking his hand and tapping Jon
on the belly, "that means to slow down 'cause you're bringing me too
close to cumming.  You do the same thing to me." 

       "Got it," whispered Jon, as he tapped his partner lightly on
the belly.

       "Good," said Tony, "now remember there's going to be people
watching us while were down there to make sure no one gets out of
line.  I don't want you fucking this up.  You're my golden ticket to
this balcony and I need your ass to work with me."

       "Okay," said Jon, not sure what he could say anymore.  Tony
arose from the 69 position and pulled Jon up to face him.  Soon, they
were again joined at the crotch.  Tony bent over to push a green
button on the wall.

       "That's to tell them we're ready," explained Tony as he moved
his mouth closer to Jon.  "We're going to be going down soon.  Try to
keep your eyes shut on the way down.  And if you do open them, don't
look down.  There's sort of a padded area below up, but I don't want
to find out if it's going to break anyone's fall."

       Great, thought Jon, not only was he going to be put on display
like some fucking zoo animal, but he was also going to be risking his
life to get there.

       After a couple of minutes, a muffled bell rang six times.  At
the same time, the green button that Tony pushed lit up.  Over his
head, Jon could hear the sounds of machinery, like an elevator noise. 
He realized that the contraption he was on was nothing more than a
hanging elevator.

       The floor shook as Tony's attentions again turned to Jon,
grabbing him around the waist and moving Jon's arms around his
shoulder.  A slight throb went through Jon's stomach as he realized
that they were in motion.

       "Here we go," said Tony as he pressed his mouth against Jon's. 
Jon closed his eyes and, momentarily stopped breathing as they began
their descent into the game room.



       All around them was the sound of music blaring.  Latin music,
thought Jon.  Party music.  Spotlights were flashing on Tony and him
as they moved down into the crowd.  Even though his eyes were closed,
Jon could sense the lights flashing.

       Jon kept his mouth attached to Tony and his arms wrapped around
his partner.  And his eyes shut.  Their smooth chests pressed against
each other.  Nipples rubbing against each other.

       Jon could feel getting lower and lower, but it didn't seem to
stop.  The descent just continued.  And it seemed to go on forever as
he nervously counted the seconds all the while taking turns inserting
his tongue into Tony's mouth and grinding his package against his
companion's jock.

       Jon felt the device stop.  As he opened his eyes, he was
greeted with Tony's smiling face.  Time for the next phase, as he
lowered himself into a 69.  Jon kept his attentions focused on Tony. 
Someone (Tony?) placed a pillow underneath the portion of his leg that
hung over the side of the balcony.  Jon knew there were people around
him, he could hear them talking, walking around.

       As he swallowed Tony's cock, Jon was thankful that everything
had gone without incident.  So far no one had touched him, but that
didn't last long.

       The first thing Jon felt was the finger making contact with his
back.  Touching him.  When it first came, he was totally unprepared
and his body shuddered slightly at the contact.  Whoever it was ran
his finger gently over Jon's back, outlining the curves of the
shoulders and spinal cord.  Softly.  Checking him out.  The finger was
removed for a brief instant and it returned moist this time.  Someone
had tasted Jon's sixteen-year-old body.

       Jon continued to work Tony's eight-inch tool in and out of his
mouth as his own nine-inch cock went down his friend's throat. 
Despite his fear, Jon was hard as a rock.  He had Tony's expert
manipulations to thank for that.  He was so fucking hot.  And he knew
how to keep John turned on.  The scent of Tony filled his nose.  The
taste of Tony's cock, leaking preseminal fluid, filled his mouth and
enhanced the smell.  The combination was the scent and taste that he
had grown intimately familiar with over the past week since moving in
with Tony.  And he wanted more.

       The moistened finger continued to trace its way over Jon's
back.   As Jon finally got comfortable enough to open his eyes, he saw
with some amazement that his partner Tony's asshole had someone's
finger on it.  Jon watched as the person's finger (he dare not look
into his face) ran idly over the surface of the well-worn hole.  From
his vantage point, Jon was able to get a good view of what was
happening.  The finger was drifting lazily over the pucker, feeling
the ridges, examining the contours of Tony's hole.  Tony's hole
quivered with the intimate contact.  Jon could see it seeming to
beckon the finger to enter him.

       From behind him, Jon felt the moistened finger make contact
with his ass crack.  A gentle line of spittle could be felt all along
his back and leading into the crease.  His asshole totally exposed,
Jon felt the intimate contact of the stranger's finger.  Probing him,
examining his opening, becoming intimately familiar with his body. 
His  nervousness was gone; Jon was getting turned on by the
experience.   The intimacy of letting this strange person play so
intimately with his body.  He could feel the nail on the finger toy
with him, playing with his opening.  Jon moaned softly as he orally
worshiped Tony's hardened tool.  He was coming close.  Too close.

       Lifting one hand up, Jon patted Tony on the belly.  Tony slowed
his sucking as requested. The scene was just so fucking hot.  Jon
opened his eyes again and saw that the stranger's finger had now
worked its way into Tony's ass.  Up to the knuckle.  Digging around. 
His finger caressed and enveloped by the folds of Tony's ass.

       From behind him, Jon felt the moist finger enter him.  Jon
wanted the finger inside him.  More than anything.  He wanted the man
to put his finger inside his asshole, to impale him, to violate his
body.  To put his moistened digit inside of him and, after removing
it, to taste him.  Jon shut his eyes once again and moaned, lips
quivering in anticipation of being taken.

       Tony returned his attentions to Jon's cock after the brief
respite.  Delicately, Tony circled his tongue around the uncircumcized
Jon's cockhead, delicately lapping between the folds and stimulating
his companion's desire.  As he did so, Jon could feel the finger in
his hole move deeper inside him.  Penetrating the sphincter.

       As Tony focused his attention on his cockhead, Jon felt a hand
rest on his foot.  Holding his toes.  Now caressing them.  Another
hand was now on Jon's head, running his fingers through his hair.  He
didn't know if it was the same guy who had his fingers in his asshole
or a third person attending to him.  He didn't care.  Jon reveled in
the touching, the intimacy of the eyes and hands upon his body,
checking him out, feeling him up, having their way with him.  It was
beyond any sensation he had ever had felt before.  Jon wanted everyone
in the whole fucking world to see him like this.

       Jon jumped slightly as he felt a mouth embrace his big toe. 
Tickling.  Exciting nerves in his feet that resounded up his leg and
then throughout his body.  Shivering.

       As the initial sensation wore off, Jon took pleasure in the
attention being paid to his digit as the man's mouth enveloped the
toe.  Tasting it, using his tongue to outline the nail.  Coating it
with saliva and allowing it to piston in and out of his mouth.

       Tony lunged down onto Jon's tool, his nose resting in the
pillory texture of the youth's low- hanging testicles.  His saliva
filled oral cavity providing Jon's cock with a smooth ride.  

       As his body was being caressed and invaded, Jon opened his eyes
once again.  In front of him, he saw the face of a man.  Bent over. 
His face mere inches from Jon's.  His pink tongue delicately licking
and lapping at Tony's hole.  A coating of saliva covering the surface.
 Glistening, the pink of Tony's anus seemed more alive than ever as
the lips fluttered with each stroke of the tongue.  A line of spittle
from the man's tongue still connected to Tony's asshole.  The visual
presented was the hottest thing that Jon had ever seen.

       The sensations were too much for Jon as he quickly raised his
hand to indicate caution to his companion.  But his hand reached there
too late.  The sensation in his balls and in the back of his throat
told him what was coming.  Arching his back, Jon dumped a load of
cream into his partner's mouth, grunting as he unloaded.

       Jon could sense a slowing on the hands and mouths on his own as
the men around him watched him release into Tony.  Watching Tony's
mouth take him all the way in.  Watching his adam's apple bob up and
down as the cream flowed into his belly.  Watching Jon's smooth and
slender body connected at both ends to Tony's muscled frame.  Watching
two boys in the throes of passion and the orgasm that signaled a
release from one to another.  Jon was soon back to full hardness as he
felt the eyes in the room look admiringly at his body.  A body that
had performed for them.

       Tony place his hand between their torsos and gave Jon a quick
slap to the belly.  Still, he kept his mouth attached to Jon's tool
and sucked the red-headed teen dry of all his juices.  Gulping him
down greedily, all while their bodies were being caressed and tasted
by the assembled crowd.

       The attentions of the entire room were focused upon the boys,
their mouths locked at each other's groins.  Their bodies wrapped
together, exploring each other, coating their packages with saliva,
smelling each other's maleness  and serving as a receptacles for each
other's hardened tools.  Licking and lapping at one another.  Making
love in front of the world.



       As Tony drained the last of Jon into him, he summoned Frank
over to get him some water.  The orgasm was just what Jon needed to
get himself in tune with the rest of the room.  It took the edge off
as he was now able to get a better idea of what else was happening.

       Frank came by with some water and a straw and let Tony sip on
it, washing the taste of Jon's load down his throat.  As the straw was
offered to him, Jon released his own attentions from Tony's cock to
look around the room at what else was going on.

       He was in a huge room.  Wood paneling and fixtures everywhere.
Some enormous statues in their own portals.  Nude guys, of course. 
Spotlights waving, noises flowing over the crowd and....

        Slings.  Hanging from the ceiling.  Naked guys in them, one of
whom he recognized as the blond teen that was with Leon.  The blond
teen was sitting there and he had his legs pinned so his asshole was
spread.  And there was Leon.  The huge black guy's cock was fully
erect and he was pointing it at the ass of the blond dude.  Ready to
enter him.  Putting on his own show for the guys in the room.

       Then he saw them.  Shock.  That was the only way to describe
his feeling.  Davey and Mikey, dog collars around their throats being
led around on leashes.  Wearing what looked to be diapers.  The blonde
guy in the muscle shirt was holding the leads as he paraded them around.

       A sense of lightheadedness filled Jon.  Those poor kids.  What
the hell was he getting into?

       John arose, saying he had to go to the bathroom.  Frank pointed
the way.  Jon looked briefly at Tony.  Annoyance and fear covered
Tony's face.  He better get his ass back here.  It was too late to run
away now.


ALL-AMERICAN RENT BOYS
By JT Michcock

Part Two (2/2)

       As Jon reached the bathroom, he nearly ran into one of the
"customers" exiting.  He went to the urinal and relieved himself as
quickly as he could.  The part about him having to go to the bathroom
was pretty much true.  He usually had to relieve himself after he shot.

       The bathroom was cold.  And Jon wasn't wearing any clothes. 
Shivering, he let the last of the urine stream flow out before shaking
his cock.  

       He went over to the sink and began running a stream of hot
water from the tap.  Looked like gold plating.  All around, Jon could
see marble and gold.  Expensive.

       In the mirror, he bent over to look at himself.  His blue eyes
were piercing, said Tony.  Right now they were piercing into his own
soul.

       God, how did he let himself get into this?  Here he was,
standing around buck naked, in a room full of hustlers and their
tricks.  Letting himself get felt up and put on display.

       The worst part was that he liked it.  He liked getting the
attention.  The stares, the fingers rubbing sensuously on his body,
the finger gently fucking away at his asshole, his toe in someone's
mouth being suckled.  The whole scene.

       As he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw a line of drool
emerging from the side of his mouth.  Hunger.  He wanted more.

       The kids.  That was the one part of all this he couldn't
understand.  How could anyone do anything to those kids.

       Jon had no choice, no voice in the matter.  Either he performed
or he didn't.

       He looked at himself in the mirror again.  The directive was
made.  Do what you have to do and get out of there alive.  Gripping
the counter top, he steeled himself as he heard someone enter the
bathroom.  It was Tony.

       "You okay?" asked Tony, more than a bit of concern on his face.

       "I'm fine," responded Jon, now as collected as he could be
under the circumstances.

       "Little change in plans," said Tony, a grin on his face.  "You
get to be paired up with Leon on the balcony." 

       Someone different?  Jon thought.  A tremble went through him. 
He was supposed to be with Tony tonight.  All night.  That was the deal.

       But, Leon.  Dear God, since he saw him, he wanted his cock in
his mouth.  To see if he could take it, if nothing more.

       "Okay, here's the new deal," continued Tony.  "They want to see
you and Leon in a 69.  And they want to watch Leon frost your face."

       Jon's face was covered with puzzlement.  Tony picked this up
right away.

       "Cum on your face," explained Tony.  A shiver again went
through Jon.  Jesus, that sounded hot.

       "Leon and I are both getting extra for this, so don't screw it
up," continued Tony.  "You game?"

       Jon nodded his head up and down.  A smile finally appeared on
Tony's face.  No doubt, he had caught Jon's eyes roaming over Leon's
body in the locker room.

       "I'm sorry for cumming into your mouth," blurted Jon, a look of
repentance now on his face.

       Tony grinned.  "No problem, man," he laughed.  "You weren't 
the first one to dump a load of cream into me on the balcony. 
Besides," he continued, pressing his nude body against Jon's and
kissing him lightly, "I was getting a little hungry out there anyway."
 Tony lifted his hand up to Jon's package and toyed with it, his own
saliva moistening his touches.  The look in Jon's eyes, closed partly
from the stimulation he was feeling, told Tony he was ready.

       "Let's go," said Tony as he opened the door.  Back into the
party room they went.



       As the pair strode back to the center, Jon managed to ignore
most everything around him.  The stares, the lips being bitten in
anticipation, the guys in the slings and the boys in the customers'
laps.  His attention was focused on the big black dude standing next
to the balcony.

       Leon's body was glistening.  And he was hard.  As Jon
approached he could smell the oils that had been applied to his
muscular frame.  The smell of the oil and sweat got Jon hard again.

       Leon smiled as Jon came closer.  He took the boy into his arms
and kissed him lightly on the mouth.  The crowd, more than a dozen
older guys and their naked hustlers, were silent in anticipation. 
Leon grabbed Jon around the waist and picked the boy up easily.  He
gently placed him on the balcony and laid him down.  Leon soon joined
Jon and positioned their bodies into a 69, legs wrapped around arms,
packages inches from faces.  Ready to connect.

       Jon took his time absorbing Leon into his mouth.  Putting out
his tongue, he lipped delicately at the head of the dark, cut tool in
his face.  Delicious, thought Jon as a bit of precum was tapped off
with his tongue and taken into his mouth.

       Jon opened wide to allow Leon's head to be absorbed.  The
entire head in his mouth, Jon's tongue licked sensuously around the
crown, absorbing the taste and texture into him.  Jon had never been
with a black guy before, but it was something he thought about a lot. 
And here he was, taking in the biggest cock he ever had in his young
life.

       Leon was mimicking Jon's movements as he paid close attention
to the red-headed teen's cockhead.  Swirling his tongue around the
head, squeezing it in his mouth and letting the preseminal fluids
float in his mouth.  Tasting the teen.  Smelling his aroma.  Hearing
him moan softly as his tool was being orally stimulated.  Seeing his
reddened cockhead expand to its fullest, engorged with blood and
anticipation.  Touching him with his mouth.  Souls and bodies ready to
join in a sexual ballet.  All while the audience stood by breathlessly
awaiting the entertainment obtained from watching their sexual union
consummated.

       Jon's attentions were now focused on absorbing Leon's massive
tool into him.  He opened wider, his tongue slurping along the
underside of the tool.  Eating more and more of the black dude as his
saliva-filled mouth lubricated the fucktool further down his throat. 
The back of his mouth was readying itself as Jon began to mentally
take control of his gag reflex.  Nothing was going to prevent his from
absorbing as much of Leon's cock as he could.  He wanted all of it in
his mouth.  Leon's head resting against his tonsils, dark meat filling
his mouth to overflowing, the aroma of Leon's testicles as the sacs
pressed against his nose.  Taking him all the way down.

       Jon felt Leon's nose on his ball sacs now as his companion
finished absorbing the teen's cock into his mouth.  Jon was only
halfway down the huge shaft and he refocused his efforts.  Inch by
enormous inch, Jon let Leon feed his mouth.  Until he felt the
sensation of Leon's testicles in his nose, the feel of Leon's dark
pubic hair on his chin, the smell of the black man filling his
nostrils.  The scent of a man in heat.

       Jon paused as he had reached his destination.  Air hissing from
his nostrils as he attempted to breathe.  An idle hand stroking the
black man's body.  Fingers caressing his nipple.  Muscles in his hips
and torso being massaged sensuously.  A state of erotic bliss filled
Jon as the sense of the intimacy filled his thoughts.

       And it was an intimacy that was being shared by those watching
their uninhibited lovemaking.  Jon felt their mouths on his body, at
least six or seven.  Licking him.  Both his feet now being orally
serviced.  The taste of the teen's body being shared by the crowd. 
His body.

       Slowly at first, Jon began to piston up and down on Leon's
tool, eliciting excited groans from the black man.  As his tool was
being serviced, Leon's head was filled with erotic thoughts as the
red-headed teen continuously impaled his fucktool down his throat. 
Adams apples bobbed up and down as they swallowed, servicing each
other, taking cocks down throats while being licked and lapped by the
crowd.

       A pat to Jon's belly indicated that the climax was near.  He
removed the massive fucktool from his mouth and began jacking it, his
own saliva lubricating the strokes.  The heat of the tool filled his
hands.  Leon's moans became louder as he loosened his mouth from Jon's
tool, biting his lower lip in anticipation as his balls began to boil.
 His spit soaked shaft in the red-headed teen's fingers was being
pistoned furiously as lust overcame the teen who wanted to see him
explode.  The crowd attending to the nude figures on the balcony
halted their tongue baths, anticipating what was going to happen. 
Wanting to watch the explosion as it happened.

       Leon came.  Arching his back, he shot several long strings of
cream from his cock and onto the face of the red-headed teen who was
servicing him.  Jon had his mouth wide open as he desperately sought
to get some of Leon's juices to rocket directly into his mouth.  To
savor his taste, to allow his tongue to feel the cream over and under
his teeth, to let his taste buds engorge themselves on his maleness. 
To put on the best possible show for the crowd.  To be the best
possible whore he could be.

       As the explosion from Leon's jock subsided, Jon found his
tongue trailing over his face.  Attempting to lick off as much of
Leon's spunk as he could.  His mouth was soon attached to Leon's cock.
 Suckling on the ebony head.  His efforts were soon rewarded with a
huge gob of cream that arrived into his mouth.  Delicious.  Beyond
words.  In the background, Jon could hear the crowd murmuring his
approval from the show provided.  He had satisfied his audience.  He
had pleasured the man in front of him to orgasm.  He had been an
excellent whore.

       As he milked the fucktool of his juices, Jon looked over to the
smiling Leon.  The black man's face was covered by a mixture of his
own saliva and Jon's sweat.  Jon's face was a mess, coated with
streams of spunk, swat and saliva.  Leon arose and brought Jon's face
into his.  They would share the bounty, tasting and savoring the
flavor of each other, moist pink tongues over hot flesh, cum tasted
and swallowed.  Two felines grooming each other.  The sweet aroma of
sexual release filling their nostrils.  Drifting into sweet and soft
kisses.

To be continued....

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