Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2000 07:17:55 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: BFH - chapter 10 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com. * * * * * * * * Boy For Hire - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories Chapter 10 - Ironing out the wrinkles. February 2000 A few days later there was a knock on my door. I was hoping that it was Jeremy when I opened it, but it wasn't. "Hello." "Hi, Trevor. Do you remember me?" "Scott, right?" "Yeah, you remember me from the birthday party. I'm impressed." "Come on in, Scott. What's up?" "I wanted to come over and talk to you." "Yeah, about what?" "About how you helped me out." "I helped you out?" "Yes, and you probably didn't even know it. Actually, you helped two of us out." "I did, did I? I guess I don't remember that. And just how did I do it?" "At the party. You helped Carlos and me realize that gay guys aren't so bad after all. I know that you don't understand, so let me explain." I was completely puzzled by Scott's statement, but I had to find out what he was talking about. I led him in, got him a drink, and we sat down to discuss this. I couldn't help but admire his beautiful face and features. His skin was the color of chocolate milk, and it was just so damned attractive and it looked so smooth. I wanted to reach out and stroke it right then and there, but I wanted to hear his story more. "That night, when Kirk and his brothers told us about what they had planned, Carlos and I were shocked and we wanted no part of it. At least, at first we didn't. We had always hated gays. We made fun of them whenever we saw them and we joked about the kind of things that they do. When we heard that some guy was willing to let us do things with him, we didn't know what to think. We talked about it for a while and we decided that if we could get our rocks off, why not? We didn't have to do anything but enjoy it and then later we could make fun of what happened. We weren't going to get fucked; we were going to be doing the fucking. "So my being a joke to you, helped you?" "Let me finish, Trevor, please." "Sorry." "Well, Carlos went up first. When he came back down, he told me that you were a nice guy and pretty cool. He said that you let him fuck you in the ass, but it wasn't like he thought it was going to be. He said you were real nice and helpful, and that he actually liked you. I still wasn't sure until I came up and spent time with you, myself. Besides giving me one of the best fucks that I've ever had, you also made me realize that you weren't a bad guy. I enjoyed talking with you and I began to feel guilty about my preconceptions of you. When I went back downstairs and heard some of the stories about how you had run away from home because you had been mistreated, and how you sold your body to survive, I really began to feel bad. I guess that we all realized that what happened to you could have happened to any of us. We were just lucky enough to be born slightly better off and we had a better start in life. We all really liked you, Trevor, and that just didn't fit in with our views about gays. After that night, we had to rethink how we felt about gays. "The more we hung around you, like at the movies and at Derrick's, the more we thought you were a pretty neat guy. We began to think that maybe you weren't gay, but that you just did that to survive. Then we found out that you really were gay, but we still couldn't hate you, not like we did all the others. You made us realize that gays were people, not just something we could hate. I wish everyone who hated gays and made fun of them could meet someone like you. I think all of them would change their minds, like we did. You're special, Trevor, and I had to come over and tell you. I had to tell you that and I wanted to let you know that I'm happy that I'm one of your friends." He stood up and, instinctively, I stood up as well. He walked over to me and gave me a hug. I was all choked up and I couldn't speak. That was about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. After what seemed like an eternity, I regained my senses, hugged Scott back, and I thanked him. I also told him that I would be honored to be his friend. We sat back down and we finished our drinks. We were just sitting there talking when there came another knock on the door. Stunned, because I never had a great deal of company, I went to see who it could be. I had a surprise when I opened the door. "Jeremy? Please...please...come in." I led Jeremy into the apartment. He looked around and spotted Scott. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you had company." I doubted that, as Jeremy seemed to notice everything that went on around there, especially lately, so I assumed that he came here to see what we were doing. To be more exact, I thought that he was there to see if I was turning tricks with Scott. Now that he had seen we were only visiting, maybe I had my chance to get him to trust me. "Don't worry about it. Scott and I were just having a nice chat. Do you two know each other?" "I think we both know who the other one is," Jeremy answered, "but we don't hang with the same crowd. He's a little younger than me." "I know," I responded, "he's my age." Jeremy looked at me, thought for a minute, and then he responded to what I had said. "Yeah, I guess that you're right. That shouldn't have made a difference. Hi, Scott, I'm sorry we haven't had the chance to know each other better. I hope we can correct that oversight." We all sat down and visited for a while and then Scott said he had to go. I thanked him for coming by and told him that he was welcome to come back any time he wished. He left and I turned my attention to Jeremy. "I'm glad you came over, Jeremy. I hope this means you've forgiven me." "Maybe. I just thought we could talk a little." "I'd love that. You start." "Okay. So you're making a lot of friends, now?" "Not a lot of friends, but some of the twins' friends have also become my friends. The twins are my friends too." "Are you real close to any of them?" "Not like you're thinking, but I'm closer to some than to the others." "I guess that I didn't have the right to ask that question. I'm sorry." "No, Jeremy, don't be sorry. If we're going to be close, you have to be able to ask me whatever is on your mind. It's just that I hope you learn to trust me again, so you don't feel that you have to ask those types of questions. We've got to be comfortable with each other and not afraid to move or speak. I love you, Jeremy, and I want us to be close again. "Then you don't just love me because of what I have and what I can do for you?" "No, Jeremy, but I could see why you might think that. If that were the case, almost any of these new friends that I've made could do the same for me. Their families seem to be as well off as yours. I like them as friends, but I don't love them like I do you. Can you understand that?" "I think so." He paused. "And I think that I love you." "I'm glad to hear that." I know that a huge smile must have spread across my face when he said that. "Have you really stopped doing...you know what?" "Yes, Jeremy, I've stopped turning tricks. As long as I don't need to try to support myself, I have no reason to do it any more. I hated having to do those things with just anyone, but I didn't know any other way to make the kind of money I needed to survive, especially at my age." "Well, you can live here and my parents will provide everything else. I told them about you and they said whatever I decided would be fine by them. I think that they're a little relieved that I'll have someone here to keep me company while they're gone so much. You know, it sort of relieves their guilt a little, with you living here." "I guess that's one way to look at it." I paused for a minute to gather my thoughts. "Jeremy, we both brought a lot of baggage with us into this relationship. Mine was from the physical abuse that my father loved to give me and from the lifestyle that I adopted in order to survive. You've suffered through all of the emotional neglect and having to live with the feelings that your parents abandoned you and that they didn't love you. We've both got to work through those feelings before we can truly love each other. I would be happy to help you, if you'd be willing to help me. There are going to be a lot of bumps along this road but, if you want this as much as I do, I know that we can get past all of this." "Trevor, I do want it and we'll do this together. I'm going to put all this behind us, because I've learned that I can't be happy without you." Jeremy's words seemed to wash the hurt of the past away. I knew that I wanted him more now than ever before. I knew just the way to tell him how I felt. "Jeremy, would you kiss me?" He was slightly surprised by the suddenness of my request, seeing it came out of nowhere, but he got over the shock quickly. "I'd love to," he replied. Jeremy moved over and let his lips brush across mine, giving me little angel kisses of love. It's a kiss as delicate as an angel landing on the head of a pin. Soft, sweet, and tender, mixed with just the right amount of passion. "So, are you moving in with me?" I prodded. "Not just yet. I'm not sure how my parents would react to that, although I'm not sure how they'd ever find out. I will visit a lot, though." "I'm definitely glad to hear that. Am I going to get to meet your parents some time?" "Yeah, sure, if I can ever pin them down long enough to make the introductions. They know about you, so the next logical step would be to have all of you meet." "I guess I'll have to introduce you to my family then." "Your family? I thought that you only had a father and that you didn't want to have anything to do with him any more." "That part is true, but I've made some family here. I've got a little brother named Derrick, a couple of twin brothers, and I think you've just met my brother Scott." "I get the idea and I'd love to meet them. If you love them that much to consider them as family, then I guess I will too. Why don't we plan a party where I can get to meet them? I'll invite some of my friends, too. We'll make all of the introductions and we'll let everyone know that we're an item now. Does that meet with your approval?" "Not only does it meet with my approval, it exceeds my expectations. I love you, Jeremy, and I'm going to show you, using any and every way I can. Are you busy for the next hour or so?" "No, love. What did you have in mind?" "Come into my web and I'll show you." I took Jeremy over to my bed and I pushed him down onto it. I crawled on top of him and I began to passionately kiss every square inch of his face. Even though we were still fully clothed, we began to grind our hips into one another. We were both hard now and we both tried to adjust our erections within the confines of our pants, but it just wasn't comfortable. Slowly, I began to undress my lover. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, only breaking our kissing briefly, then I began to remove the rest of his clothing. When I had Jeremy completely naked, I quickly shed my own clothing and then I crawled back on top of him. We resumed our kissing and then Jeremy began to thrust his pelvis into mine. "Are you ready, big fella?" I asked him, knowing that I wanted him as much as he seemed to be wanting me. "You don't have to do this, Trevor, and I don't want you to feel that you ever have to do that again, for any reason." "I know that I don't have to, you big dummy. I want to because I love you and I want you to make love to me." "Are you sure?" "I'm positive, so let's get going." I rolled off his body and I rested beside him on the bed. I pulled my legs up to my chest, signaling him what I wanted him to do. He moved quickly and he was soon poised below me, ready to commence with the lovemaking. He quickly spread some of his saliva on his tool and he pushed it steadily through my gate. It took him only a minute before he was fully seated inside of me and then he began the act of lovemaking. Slowly, he slid mostly out of my boy cunt and then he eased his cock all the way back in. He continued this steady rhythm, using long, full strokes, gently brushing my prostate and scratching that itch that began to flare up in my bowels. I tried to concentrate on tightening my anal muscles each time his penis tried to make its partial escape, and soon his pace was quickening and his passion was growing more fevered. His eyes were beginning to glaze over, his breathing was becoming more rapid, and his heart was pounding within his chest. My hands were roaming freely around his upper body while he was ramming my butt. I rubbed his chest, his sides, and his back, and I rubbed my thumbs all around his nipples before I tweaked them gently. I knew that he was getting close to blowing his wad and the perspiration from his efforts was beginning to drip from him and onto me. He was humping my ass in short, rapid strokes now, and he was panting heavily. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to entice him to go faster, when he made his final thrust and spewed his juices all over my insides. There were several hot volleys of his thick cream and I could feel it oozing around deep within me. Jeremy remained that way, his dick buried to the hilt in my love channel, and he began to kiss me as he recovered. "I love you, Trevor. I really do," he whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry for all the bad times that I've put you through, but I won't ever do that again. I love you so very, very much, Trevor, and I hope that you love me just as much." "I do, Jeremy. Oh God, I do." We hugged and kissed and he stayed inside me, never making any attempt to withdraw. After a few more minutes he looked down at me. "Trevor, I want you to make love to me now." "I know that you don't like that, Jeremy. You don't have to do that for me." "Like you said earlier, I know that I don't have to do it, but I want to do it with you and for you. Please, do this for me." "If you're sure." "I am." With that, Jeremy pulled out of me and he spread out on the bed next to me. I got up and got the lube quickly from my bedside table, knowing that Jeremy would need it, where I could get away without having to depend on it all of the time. Tenderly I began to grease up his tight boy hole, applying lots of KY and gradually inserting one, then two, and finally three fingers into his anal passage. I pushed them in and pulled them out, twisting them around as I did so to loosen him up for my penetration. When I thought that he was finally ready, I eased into position, lifted his calves to my shoulders, and I pushed the tip of my dick against his sphincter. His muscle put up some minor resistance at first, but once the head of my dick popped past the guardian, Jeremy relaxed and I slid completely into him. The lining of Jeremy's intestinal walls was extremely hot and his chute was satiny smooth. I slid in easily until my pubic hairs were rubbing on those two full mounds that surrounded his boy pussy. I began my assault on his rectum as soon I felt sure that he was ready, and I tried to adjust the angle of my entry so I would be sure to stimulate his prostrate as I made love to him. Eagerly I pumped my hips back and forth, taking long strokes at a medium pace, working my way to the relief that I so desperately needed. I could feel the tightness building within my gut as I neared ejaculation, but I willingly did not increase my pace, so that I could make this last as long as possible. When I began to realize that I could hold off no longer, I began my quick bunny thrusts into his ass until my love custard gushed from my penis and filled my lover. I gave a couple of final lunges, draining the last of my seed from my balls, then I kissed and caressed Jeremy with all of the love and passion that I possessed. Several minutes later we broke our embrace and we lay there for a while longer, until we cleaned up for the night. Jeremy spent the evening with me and, I can honestly say, I've never been happier in my entire life. The next day we started to plan our little party. It was very similar to the first party he held for me, but this time it included both sets of our friends. It went over wonderfully and we had a great time. We had tons of fun, lots of activities for everyone to do together, and we just talked a lot and got to know each other better. I think that little Derrick was disappointed at first. I think that he had hoped to have more time for just the two of us. I explained to him that he would now have two big brothers and we would all be able to spend a great deal of time together. He thought about it for a while and then he seemed to accept the fact that this would be a good thing. He did make me promise him that I would still make some time for us to be by ourselves, though. I think he finally understood exactly what it meant to be part of this new family when the three of us spent the end of the night together, alone. When the party ended, Jeremy, Derrick, and I went over to my place for the rest of the evening. Derrick put on a movie (what else?) and we all sat on the sofa, Jeremy on my left with his arm around me and Derrick on my lap. While we sat there together, I noticed something that I had missed before. Derrick was almost a miniature copy of Jeremy. He had the same color hair, same color eyes, same skin coloring, and the same insecure nature. He was just a smaller version of my lover. That might explain part of my initial attraction to him. Derrick stayed over with us that night, at Jeremy's insistence. We all slept together in my bed, Derrick cuddling up to me on my right and Jeremy cuddled up to me on the left. It may sound weird, but sex wasn't an issue, at least not that night. What was the issue was our love for each other, all three of us. I could even tell that Jeremy was beginning to take to Derrick in much the same way that I had when I first met him. It was a wonderful evening, especially our time alone. I never felt more loved in my life and, if I read things correctly, neither did they. THE END. * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.