Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:11:17 EDT From: adama1416@aol.com Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy part 11 Clubhouse Towel Boy (My first Summer Job) Part 11 By L. Ray All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be filed to drawer 13. Preface; When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on those journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever found them and read them! Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt? Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom! Part 11 The camping trip had been fun, and from the time that Mark and the boys had dropped me off, until I got upstairs to let my dad know I was home, I was already starting to miss them, and all of the fun we had had. My older sister had fixed dinner for the family, spaghetti with meatballs, which was one of my favorites, and she, my dad, and my little brother were just sitting down to eat, so I went straight to the bathroom, washed my hands, and sat down to eat. Once dinner was over with, I washed the dishes and then went to my room to count the money in my can and write about the events of the weekend in my journal. I must not have realized how tired I really was, because I woke up when my sister brought my little brother up to put him to bed. I put my journal away and got undressed, then climbed back into the double bed, falling back to sleep before I even knew what was happening. Wednesday morning I got to the club a little early and Mike stopped me as I headed toward the Caddie's locker room. "Red, how was your camping trip?" "It was way cool Mike. We had a great time, and I caught a couple of fish, but threw them back cause they were too small, and we went skinny dipping in the river too." "That's great, do you think you could do me a big favor this afternoon?" "Sure Mike, just name it!" "One of the owners, Mr. Gallo, will be here this afternoon and he heard about you from our friends from Chicago that were here a while back. Apparently, Mr. Varelli was very impressed with you and let Mr. Gallo know what an asset you are here. Anyway, Mr. Gallo wants to meet you for a private session this afternoon, if you can arrange it." "That would be cool, Mike, but I don't know yet what my towel situation is like, so that might be a problem." "Well, I've already spoken to Joseph about filling in for you from noon until about three, and he agreed so I think you can be available, it's just a matter of if you want to take this or not." "I'm your man Mike!" "Good, then you can join us for lunch in the main dining room at 12:15." "Cool, I'll be there!" I turned toward the door and headed for the Caddie's lockers, when Mike stopped me again. "By the way, have you got any plans for Friday night?" "Nope." I smiled, eager to hear what Mike had on his mind. "Tom needs an extra boy for a special client if you're available. It pays $1000 for the night." "I'll tell my mom that I'm spending the night with Jerry or Randy, and I'll do it." "Cool, I'll let Tom know, now you had better get moving." I almost ran to the locker room and quickly changed into my uniform, then headed into the main locker room. Joseph had done a good job of stocking everything before he left the day before, because I didn't have anything to do for the first two hours of the morning, so I went to the laundry to see if he and Simon needed any help. All of the clean carts were full and none of the big washers was running, so I headed for Simon's office. The blinds were down, but I could hear the sounds of sex coming from inside, and decided that Joseph and his uncle were having some fun before things got busy. Rather than disturb them, I headed to the massage room to see if I could be of any help there. In the massage room, Paul told me that Ronnie had gotten everything stocked up the previous afternoon, and wouldn't be in until around 10:00, but that he had a client scheduled for an 8:30 massage, and really didn't need any help so I headed for the pool to see if there was anything there that I could do. There wasn't a soul around the pool anywhere, I checked the snack bar, and the pool office, and even went to the pump shed to see if maybe they were in there working on the pumps, but couldn't find anyone. "Fuck!" I said, as I sat down on one of the benches along the fence next to the gate. "Where the hell is everybody?" I was beginning to feel like I was on an episode of that new TV show, "THE TWILIGHT ZONE!" I got up and headed toward the caddy shack, in the hopes that there would be someone there, and at that point, I didn't care who it was, as long as it was someone to talk to. When I got to the shack, it was like a convention was going on. There must have been fifteen caddies in there, cheering and carrying on like viewers at a wrestling match. When I got into the room, I pushed my way to the middle, where I saw Ron, the pool manager, laying on his back on one of the big tables, with Phillip stretched out over him, and the two of them were hungrily feeding on one another's cocks, while a caddy named Teddy was fucking Ron in the ass, and another caddy, Tommy, was fucking Phillip. I saw Randy on the other side of the room, and decided to make my way around to where he was standing. As I moved around the circle, different caddies would poke and grab at the four guys on the table, sticking fingers up one or the other of the available ass holes, or pulling at their own hard, exposed cocks. Tommy stiffened and stopped moving in and out of Phillip's ass, then climbed down off the table, only to be replaced by another of the caddies standing around the room. When Tommy started to pull on his shorts, another caddy stopped him, pushing him across the end of one of the other tables and began shoving his own cock into him. Tommy didn't object at all, as the boy began driving into him with abandon. I finally made my way around to Randy, and leaned in, nearly yelling into his ear, "What's going on? How come nobody's working?" "We don't have any golfers until 10:00, so everybody ended up in here and things just started happening. This has been going on for over a half hour." All at once, I saw another caddy, one of the oldest and biggest boys, push a much smaller boy, one of the newer caddies, across the opposite end of the other table, roughly pulling the boy's shorts to his ankles and begin shoving his hard eight inch cock at the smaller boy's hole. At the same time, another caddy was taking Teddy's place at Ron's hole, as still another got onto his knees in front of Teddy, sucking his deflating cock into his mouth, and working it back to a full erection. Teddy twisted his fingers into the boy's Beatle's style haircut and began pulling the boy's face into his crotch. Within minutes, there were six pairs of boys either fucking or sucking one another, besides the four on the main table, but the number standing and cheering didn't seem to get any smaller. All at once, I felt Randy grabbing my arm and turned just as two of the caddies were pulling him to the middle of the floor, between the two long tables. They pulled his shorts off him and roughly brought him to the floor, as one began shoving his cock into Randy's mouth and the other began raising Randy's legs into the air, placed his cock at Randy's hole and pushed forward. I could see Randy squirm as the boy's cock sank deep into him, without any form of lubrication, and the mere thought of the dry fuck made me wince. From the look on Randy's face, he didn't seem to mind the dry cock going into him, because he never even missed a stroke on the cock going deeper and deeper into his throat. The smell of sex was so strong in the room, I was beginning to think it was clinging to my clothes. I could smell cum and ass juice, and sweat so strongly that I was convinced that the golfers coming in later would surely be able to tell what we had all been up to this morning. I felt the front of my own shorts being pulled down, and looked down, just in time to see Peter, one of my friends, pulling my cock into his mouth. I decided that there was no sense in fighting it, so I just pushed my cock all the way to my sparse pubes, into the boy's throat, reveling in the feel of his skilled tongue and the moist warmth that surrounded my already aching member. Peter had worked some of the parties with me, and I knew that he was pretty good, but he was taking me to the high point very rapidly, and just when I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, he backed off, pressed on some point on my cock, and it was like starting all over again. I made up my mind to ask him how he did that, and went back to enjoying what he was doing to my senses as he continued to suck furiously. By the fifth or sixth time he had brought me to the edge and back down, I was so hot to get my nut that someone could have driven a golf cart up my ass and I wouldn't have objected. I didn't even notice when my shorts and jock were pulled to the floor and off of one foot, or the hands spreading my legs apart, nor did I notice the fingers working something wet into my hole, and when the cock began to slide into my hot, wanting ass hole, I simply leaned back against the person behind me to enjoy the ride. I was suddenly being floated to a level of euphoria that I had only experienced a few times before that point. I lost track of time, and wasn't even aware of the hot scene in front of and around me, just the wonderful feelings that Peter and my mystery fucker were imparting to me. I felt the large hands slowly push me forward so that my upper body was over Peter's head, then they moved downward to my hips, as the long, heavy weapon began to piston into me. The large cock in my ass was scraping my prostate with every thrust, as it continued to move rapidly in and out of my sucking hole. I began, instinctively, flexing my sphincter muscles with each new orgasm that Peter brought me to, without allowing me to climax, and remember hearing the person behind me moan loudly with each flex of those tiny muscles. Suddenly, the person behind me moved his hands up my back, under my shirt, and pulled me back hard into his groin, holding me there as he filled my hole with his hot cum. I felt my whole body shudder as my own cock began to spew the contents of my balls into Peter's hot sucking mouth and throat, and I felt my legs begin to buckle beneath me. When I finally became aware of my surroundings again, two of the caddies were shoving empty coke bottles in and out of Ron's and Phillip's ravenous asses, eliciting deep moans of pleasure from both of them, as well as mumbled praises from the surrounding crowd. When I finally turned to see who my assailant was, I was looking into the face of the green's keeper, Henry. I had never actually met him before, but I knew who he was from what some of the other caddies had told me, including the fact that he had a cock as big around as a beer bottle, and just about as long. I looked down slowly, apprehensive of what I might find there, to find a semi flaccid cock, still as big around as my own wrist, and nearly eight inches in length in it's present state, and was sure that, fully erect, the descriptions were accurate. Henry lifted my face to his, and without saying a word, placed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue inside. When he broke the kiss, he handed me a piece of folded up paper, pulled up his pants, and turned to leave. I called to him, but he continued walking to the door and out. By that time, Randy was back at my side. "He can't hear you. He's a total mute." Randy said, placing his hand on my shoulder. "What's a total mute?" "That means he can't hear or speak. But it doesn't effect his fucking though, and that's for sure!" I walked to the door, following the man with my eyes as he got onto his service cart and began to back away from the building, turning it around and driving away. When I opened the piece of paper he had handed me it read, "You're the best, thank you!" I refolded the paper and tucked it into the top of my sock as I turned back into the room. "You know, " Randy said, "He has only fucked four of the boys here, including you." I looked at him confused. "But the others.I mean, they've told me several times about how big he is, how would they know if." I didn't finish the question. "Just talk. The only times he has ever fucked any of us have been in situations like this morning. Some of the older guys say that he gets it all started by mind control when he wants to have sex with one of us, but I don't know about that. I mean, this all started about the same time that I got out here, and he wasn`t even here then." "Do do do do, do do do do!" I said, imitating the theme song from the Twilight Zone, which caused Randy to laugh. Once we had all gotten the caddy shack back in order, we all went wherever we needed to go. By the time I got to the main locker room, there were six or seven men in there changing into their golf clothes. The towels were all in good shape so I went back out to the shack to drink a coke, in hopes that there would at least be someone out there to talk to. Randy and Jerry were sitting there sipping cokes when I walked in and we talked about what had happened earlier, while the three of us drank our cokes. Jerry kept saying that he wished he had gotten to work a little earlier than he did, because he would have enjoyed the festivities. We finished our cokes and I headed back into the building to see if I could help Simon and Joseph with the towels. Noon finally rolled around, and I went to the caddie's lockers and took a quick shower, then headed for the main dining room. As I got to the door, Mike and another man were sitting in the Lobby. "Red, this is Mr. Gallo. He's the gentleman I talked to you about this morning." "Pleased to meet you sir!" I said as I stuck out my hand. The man wasn't as good looking as Mike was, but he wasn't ugly either. He stood about six feet tall, and was somewhat muscular, although he seemed to have a little bit of a gut, what my dad called a beer gut. He was wearing a shark skin suit, with a blue shirt and tie, and when he took my hand to shake it, I could feel the strength in his hand, which was also a lot softer than I expected it to be. As I shook his hand, I couldn't help but notice the ring on his pinky finger. It had a diamond about as big as the end of a pencil's eraser in the center, and four rubies, two on each side of the diamond, which were about a fourth the size of the diamond. "And I'm very pleased to meet you too, Mr. Red. My associates have told me a great deal about you young man, and Mike here has been singing your praises since I talked to him yesterday on the phone. Apparently you are a very special young man." Mr. Gallo said as he shook my hand. "Well gentlemen," Mike interjected, "Shall we go eat some lunch?" He gestured toward the door of the dining room with his right hand as we entered. The hostess must have recognized Mr. Gallo, because she led us straight to the "Private" dining room, next to the bar. Once we were seated, she informed us that our waiter would be right in and then left, closing the door behind her. In a few minutes, a young waiter came into the room carrying a tray with three glasses of water on it, and set them in front of us, then took out a pad and began to take our orders. Mr. Gallo ordered prime rib au jus, glazed carrots and baked potatoes for all of us, then he and Mike gave him their drink orders. Suddenly, all three of them were looking at me in silence waiting for me to tell the waiter what I wanted to drink. "Coke" I said, without hesitation. "Red, you're in the private dining room, you can order anything you want to drink!" Mike said. I smiled broadly and Mike looked at the waiter and smiled. "He'll have a Pina Colada, and don't forget to put a cherry and an umbrella on it!" Mike said. The waiter wrote it down on his pad and left the room. Only to return in a few minutes with the drinks. Setting the drinks on the table he smiled as he set the Pina Colada in front of me saying, "Complete with cherry and umbrella!" To my surprise, the waiter didn't leave the room, but instead, stood in one corner. I wasn't sure how he would know when to bring our food when it was ready, and then a small light in one corner of the room came on and he left, then returned with a tray with the plates on it. Once we had been served, he returned to the corner and stood silently while we ate. Mr. Gallo raised his finger, the one with the ring on it, into the air and the waiter walked over. Mr. Gallo then leaned toward him and whispered something into his ear and the young man nodded his head and left the room. "So, Mr. Red, has Mike been treating you good here?" "Oh, yes sir, very good. And I love my job too!" I said excitedly. "Well, I'll give you my personal phone number before I leave today, and if he gives you any trouble, you call me." he laughed. "I. I couldn't do anything like that, Mike's the best!" They both laughed heartily at my statement, though I didn't really see what was funny at the time, and the waiter came back into the room with a large bowl of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream. There were also three small bowls, and a number of small angel food cakes on the tray. The waiter put the tray on a stand and proceeded to make strawberry short cakes for each of us. He didn't put any of the whipped cream on Mike's or Mr. Gallo's deserts, but he turned to me and held up the can as if to ask if I wanted some. I nodded my head vigorously as he shook the can then turned it up and squirted a good sized amount of the creamy white foam onto my dish. A small amount splattered from the tip of the can, landing on my chin and I started to stick out my tongue to try and lick it off, but my tongue wouldn't quite reach it. Mr. Gallo nodded at the waiter who leaned down and licked the dollop of whipped cream from my chin, then touched his tongue to my lips. I simply opened my mouth slightly and allowed him to insert his tongue as our lips met in a brief but sensual kiss. While the waiter and I were kissing, Mr. Gallo stood up and reached around the waiter's waist, unfastening his belt, and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He then hooked his thumbs into the waist band of the teen's briefs and pulled them down as well. When the waiter stood up, Mr. Gallo picked up the can of whipped cream and coated the boy's limp cock with it, then made a motion with his hand, indicating that it was ok for me to lick it off, which I did without hesitation, then sucked the cock into my mouth to complete the job of cleaning it. As I pulled my mouth off of the now swollen cock, Mr. Gallo coated it again and again, I licked the sweet concoction clean. I didn't remove my mouth from the cock this time though, as I began to suck it deeper and deeper into my throat, until I had the whole seven inches firmly implanted. I repeatedly swallowed, causing my throat muscles to flex around the sensitive head as the boy began to moan loudly. Mr. Gallo was still standing behind the boy, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed that he had dropped his pants and was now coating his cock with the whipped cream, then moving closer behind him, he began to shove his cock into the boy which inched his cock a little further into my throat. The motion of Mr. Gallo fucking into the boy, caused his cock to fuck my throat, which allowed me to relax a little as I sucked the boy. He must have been hitting the boy's prostate a lot, because in only a few minutes, the boy was firing load after load of his sweet teen cum down my throat. I kept sucking him though, until the head got too sensitive and he forced my mouth away from his crotch as Mr. Gallo continued to fuck him. The boy leaned further toward me and our mouths locked together as we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing about one another until Mr. Gallo suddenly slammed forward, and filled the boy's ass with his cum. The boy broke off our kiss just as Mr. Gallo pulled his cock from his ass, and then turned and sucked in the slimy cock, cleaning the combination of Mr. Gallo's cum, the whipped cream, and the boy's own ass juices from the large tool. Once he had finished, he got up, redressed and began to clear the table. Once Mr. Gallo was dressed again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out several hundred dollar bills, then handed one to the young waiter. Mr. Gallo turned to Mike. "So, Mr. Red here is free for the day?" "Yes, I've made arrangements for one of the other boys to cover his duties here for the rest of the afternoon." Mike said. "Good, I have a car waiting out front, to take us to the airport, and I'll have the driver return him here a bit later." Mr. Gallo said as he reached out his hand to help me up from my chair. "I'll probably be gone home before you get back Red, so I'll see you in the morning." I ran over and hugged Mike around the waist, looked up at his face and said, "Thanks Mike!" then turned to follow Mr. Gallo out of the room. In the parking lot sat a great big black stretch limo, a man in a black suit standing beside the open back door of the car. Mr. Gallo stepped aside and allowed me to get in first, then he got in beside me and the driver closed the door and pulled away. After about a twenty minute ride the car stopped moving and the door opened. Next to the car sat a very large airplane with the steps beside it and the door open. Mr. Gallo led me onto the plane where a man in a white coat pulled the door shut. Inside the plane it didn't look like any airplane I had ever seen before. Instead, it was furnished like a living room in a house, with chairs, a couch, and end tables with lamps. There was a small hallway which led to two doors. Mr. Gallo told me that the first door was a bathroom, and if I needed to go to feel free. I did have to pee so I went in and closed the door. There was a toilet and a sink, and a shower that didn't look large enough for one adult to stand in, but I was thinking how cool it all was. When I came out of the bathroom, the man in the white coat was standing there holding out a blue silk robe as if he was waiting for someone to put it on. "If you would care to disrobe sir, you can step into the robe." He said with a sort of funny accent. I couldn't think of why I would need a robe, but I undressed and turned with my back to the man who slid the arms of the robe up my arms, then reached around me and tied the belt of the robe without even looking to see what he was doing. "Mr. Gallo is waiting for you in the master suite, right through that door sir." The man said again. I opened the second door on the short hallway and entered a big bedroom. It had a giant bed in the center and soft music was playing from somewhere, but I couldn't see a radio anywhere and it made me think of the movie theatre in my town. Mr. Gallo was standing beside a wood and glass cart on one side of the room, wearing a gold colored silk robe that clung somewhat to his body. "Care for a drink? Let's see, a Pina Colada wasn't it?" He asked. I nodded my head, smiling as he made the drink, then poured himself a brown drink over some ice cubes. As he walked over to me, he handed me the drink. "Sorry, I don't have any little umbrellas, but I did remember to put a cherry on top." I giggled as I began to sip the cool beverage and Mr. Gallo sat down on the side of the bed, patting the spread beside him. "Do you like the robe Red?" "Yes sir, I've never felt anything like it. It feels so fine and soft." "It's silk son, from China. I had my tailor make it specially for you. Mike gave me your size information. And when you leave, you may take it with you." I couldn't believe that he was giving me this awesome robe to keep, but I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you Mr. Gallo." I said. "Please Red, call me Tony, and there are some other things you can take with you when you leave as well, but we'll get to them in a little while. Now, let's see, you get off work at the club at 5:00, is that right?" "Yes sir, but I usually take a shower and change my clothes before I go home from work, so I usually stop working around 4:30, but it's ok, as long as I get home before 6:30." "Well, I think we can arrange for you to be home on time, even if I have to have my driver take you and your bike home in the limo. Now, they tell me that you like to dance. Is that true?" I blushed a little, "Yeah, Tony, I like to dance. But I'm not very good at it because of my feet." "Well why don't you dance for me, and let me be the judge of how good you are?" "I can't dance to the music that's playing, but maybe I can think of some music that I like in my head." "Just tell me what kind of music you like, and I'll see what I can arrange." "I really like that new group from England, the Beatles. They are so cool!" Tony picked up a phone and didn't even dial it before he said, "Captain, could you find us some Beatle's music please." The music coming from the walls suddenly changed and got a little louder as I heard the familiar call letters of WSAI radio and then a top 40 rock song started playing. It was Elvis Presley singing Blue Suede Shoes. "Thank you Captain." Tony said as he hung up the phone then turned to me, "Will that do?" I laughed out loud as I jumped up on the bed without thinking and began to dance, noticing how the silk fabric of the robe swayed wildly with my gyrations. The first song ended and another one started as I continued to dance about on the bed. I got an idea and began to untie the belt of the robe, then grabbing the lapel edges with my hands began to fan the robe from side to side, exposing one side of my body and then the other as I danced about. When the song was about half over pulled the robe off completely and twirled it above my head, then turned it loose, causing to sail through the air and flutter to the floor. Tony cheered and applauded as I danced totally naked on the bed until the end of the song, then collapsed, panting for air and giggling hysterically. As my breathing slowed back to normal, Tony placed one of his large hands, open, across my chest. His hand nearly covered my whole chest as he began to move his fingers, teasing my nipples into their own little erections. His hand slowly began to descend my body until he reached my navel, where he dipped his finger in and made lazy circles before moving just the finger tips further downward. As his fingers brushed my cock, it sprang to life, rapidly standing straight up, and he moved the finger tips further south to my small nut sac. "They told me that I would be surprised at how much of a contrast there was between the size of your body and the size of your equipment, but I didn't believe them." Tony nearly whispered. "I must say that I am impressed!" "Thank you, I'm glad you like what you see." I said. "Oh, I like it very much. And I know just exactly what to do with it too." Tony replied as he leaned down over my midsection and began teasing the tip of my cock with his tongue. He took hold of the base of my cock to steady it as he licked down one side and back up the other, then moved back downward, flicking his tongue back and forth, before he opened his mouth and engulfed the whole thing in one swallow. Before I knew what was happening, he had me at the edge, but then quickly slowed his sucking and allowed me to calm back down. I felt his meaty finger prodding at the entrance to my ass as he began to work over my balls with his tongue, then raised my hips with his free hand, and licked down the scrotal ridge until his tongue was at the entrance along with his finger. He added a second finger and using both of them, spread my cheeks apart just enough to work his tongue passed the sphincter, which sent me into orbit as his tongue darted in and out relentlessly. I was squirming around on the bed like a goldfish out of the water when he moved his other hand to one cheek, then used both hands to ply my ass cheeks apart widely, giving him greater access. His tongue felt like a soft squishy cock as it worked it's way deeper and deeper into my colon, wriggling from side to side and I was loving every inch of it. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the climax point, and Tony must have sensed it as well, because he suddenly pulled his tongue out and raised up until he was sitting on his knees, between my outstretched legs. I watched intently as he untied the belt of his robe and allowed it to fall from his shoulders and onto the floor, then leaned across my body to reach into a drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. He pulled out a small silver tube that looked like an inhaler and a jar of Vaseline, closed the drawer and moved back to a sitting position between my legs. He unscrewed the lid from the Vaseline jar and reached in with a finger, scooping out a generous amount, then reached down and began to work it into my hole, occasionally sinking his fingers full length into me before pulling them back out. After several minutes of this, he took another large scoop of the Vaseline and began coating his cock, then wiped his fingers on the bedspread and took the silver inhaler thing and pulled the cover off it then reached up and stuck it into one side of my nose. "Put your finger on the open side of your nose and breath in deeply!" He ordered. When I had taken in as much as my lungs could hold, he pulled the tube from my nose. "Now let me know when you're head starts to feel like it's spinning." As I let the air back out slowly, my head began to swim as though I had been turning in circles, so I nodded my head, "Now!" I said. At that moment, he lifted my hips upward and shoved his cock into me in one long fast push. I could feel the length of his cock enter me all the way to his balls, and as soon as he hit bottom, he pulled back out only to repeat the whole process. I couldn't believe how it felt for him to slam in, pull all the way back out and slam in again. Each time he slammed into me, my mind reeled with sensation as it felt like a hundred tiny fingers tickling the lining of my tunnel. As my head started to stop spinning, he again stuck the tube into my nose, and I instinctively closed the open side and breathed deeply again, but instead of releasing the air this time, I held it in until I thought my lungs would burst. As soon as I expelled the air he stuck the tube into the other side of my nose and we repeated the whole process. When I let the second breath out, I felt like I had been on a really fast spinning ride at Coney Island. Without saying a word, Tony lifted my entire lower body into the air and stood between my outstretched legs, one of his massive legs on the front side of my body and the other on the back, then with me nearly standing on my head, he shoved his cock downward into my upturned hole and began to drive up and down into me. He suddenly stopped, his cock all the way inside me, and unloaded his cum into me. Once he had stopped cumming, he began pumping again, only this time he was pumping my cock at the same speed. I could feel my climax approaching, as my balls tightened up to the base of my cock. The tighter my balls got, the tighter he gripped my cock until it felt like he was trying to pinch it off. I could feel the cum trying to shoot out, but he was pinching it tightly enough that it couldn't come out of my cock. He stopped moving again and as he released his second load into my bowels, he released his grip on my cock. I looked up just in time to see my own cum leaving my cock head and without thinking I opened my mouth, catching most of the load squarely on my outstretched tongue. Tony looked down at me and commanded me not to swallow it, but not to let it drain off my tongue either. He quickly pulled his cock out of my ass and dropped me down onto the bed as he fell onto me, closing his mouth onto my outstretched, cum covered tongue and sucked deeply on my tongue. Once he was sure that he had all of the cum off my tongue, he lapped the few stray droplets from my nose, cheeks and neck, then collapsed onto his back beside me. We lay there for at least twenty minutes before Tony turned onto his side facing me. "Do you think you have another load in your young balls?" I thought for a moment, then nodded my head yes. "Good, because I want that healthy young cock in my ass!" He reached down beside the bed and picked up the Vaseline jar and began to coat his ass as he bent down and sucked my cock back to a full erection, then coated it with the Vaseline as well. He raised his knees toward his chest and said "Fuck me Red, fuck my big Italian ass!" I lined my cock up with his hole and pushed forward as Tony moaned and shuddered with my entry. Once I was in, I began fucking in classic style, as he began to thrust his ass into me with each of my inward strokes. Unable to resist the opportunity to examine that beautiful long cock of his, I reached for it and began to stroke it in time to my fucking movements. Using my free hand, I pulled at his bull sized ball sac, hefting them on my fingertips from time to time, then reaching upward to pinch and tweak his firm nipples. In spite of the cool air circulating in the room, I could feel the sweat pouring out of my body and running down my back, then down into my own crack. Tony looked like he was totally enjoying the fucking, his tongue hanging limply out to the side and his eyes closed tightly as he moaned with each of my inward thrusts and tweaks of his nipples. I looked down and saw the silver tube and picked it up, placing it up to Tony's nose. He closed the open side and took a deep breath, and I removed the tube then stuck it to my own nose. I inhaled deeply, and as soon as my head began to spin, I began fucking him with total abandon. It felt like my whole body was being sucked into him through his ass hole, and I wanted to be totally inside him. I couldn't help myself as I began to slam into him almost viciously, hearing a loud slapping sound as my pelvis made contact with his ass cheeks. I was driving into him faster and harder than I had ever fucked anyone, and Tony was encouraging me to fuck him harder and faster the whole time. As my climax began to build, I could feel my cock tingling, sort of like the feeling you get in your legs when you've been sitting on them and I wanted to fuck him just that much harder. I suddenly remembered how he had pulled all the way out of me and then slammed back in, and began doing the same thing to Tony. The first time I pulled all the way out and drove my cock back in, Tony yelled out, "Oh hell yes, fuck that ass, make me beg for more!" By the fourth or fifth time, he was literally screaming at me to fuck him harder. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you little bastard!" Tony screamed at me, spurring me on as I continued to drive in and out of him. I looked down at his cock as I continued to fuck into him, noticing that his balls were tight against the base of his cock. I knew that he was about to cum again, and I was almost ready myself. That's when I realized that his cock wasn't very far from my mouth, so I bent down and took in the big flared head, circling my tongue under the corona as I began to apply firm sucking pressure to the whole head. Tony screamed, "Oh holy Christ you little cocksucker, I'm cumming!!!!!" I felt two blasts from his cock and began shooting my own load deep into his bowels. By the time his cock quit throbbing, he had shot six healthy volleys into my mouth at the same time as I was filling him with my own. As I slumped over his body, my cock pulled out of his ass with a loud, wet popping sound. Tony continued to claw at the bed covers as I lay sprawled on top of his chest, both of us totally spent and breathing hard. With my ear pressed against his heaving chest, I could hear his heart pounding as though it wanted to break out of his chest. Once we had come down from our sex high, Tony lifted me, rolling me onto my back beside him. He moved his hand over to my chest and gently trailed his fingers around my nipples and down to my navel causing me to giggle from the tickling sensation. "Boy, I would love to take you back to Chicago with me, but if I did, I'd be dead in a week. The way you like sex, and the way you fuck, you'd give me a heart attack. Where in the hell did you learn to take cock and give cock the way you do?" "Just instinct I guess Tony." "Well, you sure know how to use your body to your advantage, and you know how to make your partner feel like he has definitely been fucked out!" "Thanks Tony. Can I ask you something?" "Sure Red, I`ve just had the best sex of my life, you can ask me for anything I've got and it's yours! "What was that tube, the stuff that made me dizzy?" "That's amyl nitrite, it does something to the brain to make the blood go faster!" "I would love to have some of that next time I fuck my friend Randy. He would go wild for that stuff!" "That's no problem. I'll set you up with some." He said as he raised up on his side. "But it's almost 4:00 so you need to get cleaned up to go. You know where the shower is right?" I nodded my head as I got up off the bed and started toward the door. "When you're showered and dry, come into the other room and I'll have some things ready for you to take with you." I hurried into the bathroom and adjusted the water, then climbed into the shower. It looked small from the outside, but was surprisingly roomy once inside. Once I finished my shower, I stepped out to find a large fluffy towel laying on the edge of the sink and began to dry off with it. When I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my slim waist, I found my clothes neatly folded and laying on the seat of one of the big chairs in the room. I still couldn't believe that this was an airplane. I sat down to dress and as I was tying my shoes, Tony and the Englishman came into the room from the bedroom. Tony was carrying a small suitcase and the Englishman was carrying a shopping bag. Tony sat on the couch and opened the smaller case and took out a little box, then closed the case back and called me over to him. "I noticed that you didn't have a wristwatch Red, so this is for you. If it's too big, just give it to Mike and he will take it to be adjusted for you." Tony said as he opened the small box. There in the box was a really neat looking gold and silver wristwatch. I saw the name on the face "Giovanni" and I knew it was made in Italy. It had roman numerals instead of regular numbers on it, and where the twelve and six should be there were diamonds. Tony then returned the watch to the small suitcase and closed it back. "Now, your robe is in there, along with some other things, two custom made silk shirts and some sweaters, and a pair of slacks just like the ones I'm wearing, except in your size. Mike tells me you are going to be doing some escort work for his brother, so there are two nice gold chains in there for you too." Tony then reached into his pocket and handed me a silver tube like the one we had used in the bedroom, and a small brown glass bottle and eyedropper. "This doesn't have anything in it yet except a wool pad. A couple of days before you use it the first time, take the dropper and put six drops into the opening on top and put the cover back on. The stuff will evaporate, so you'll have to put a few drops in it about once a week, but don't over use it because it can hurt someone. When the bottle starts to get low, tell Mike and he'll get you some more." He stuck his hand back into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. "And I know that you will have to have Mike take this to a jeweler to get it adjusted." he said as he opened the box. Inside was a ring, a mans ring, with a single diamond in the middle. He took it out of the box and handed it to me. I tried it on my ring finger but it was too big so I put it on my thumb and it fit there. "Edgar is going to put your things into the shopping bag, and no one will know that you haven't been shopping." Tony stood up and walked across the room with me, toward the door of the plane. At the door he reached into his inside jacket pocket and handed me an envelope. "Put this in your pocket until you get home. Your bike is in the trunk of the limo, and the driver has been instructed to take you home instead of back to the club." Tony said as he hugged me to him. "You can tell Mike that I said he'd be a fool to let you get away!" he said and kissed me on the forehead. I climbed down the stairs from the plane and turned to wave bye to Tony then got into the car with the bag in hand. As we drove away the driver lowered the privacy window and looked at me in the rearview mirror. "That's 428 Linden Street sir?" "Yes." I said as I looked at the ring on my thumb. "You must be very special," he said, "Mr. Gallo never brings boys to the plane. He must really like you a lot!" "Do you work for Tony, I mean Mr. Gallo all the time?" "Yes sir I do, in fact, as soon as I drop you off, I'm coming back to the airport to load the car into the plane, we're due in Las Vegas in the morning." "Wow!" I said, as I sat back into the seat. "There are sodas in the refrigerator between the front seats if you'd like one sir!" He said, as he put the privacy window back up. I got a soda from the small refrigerator and opened it, taking a long cold pull from it. So Tony thinks I'm special? I thought to myself as my chest puffed up and I watched the scenery pass as we drove along route 8 from the airport to my little town on the Ohio River. As the limo turned onto my street, I was wondering how many of my friends were thinking someone special was in our little sleepy town. We pulled up in front of my house and the chauffer opened the door for me to get out of the car, then moved to the back and opened the trunk, pulling my bike out. Attached to the bike was my chain and a brand new padlock with the keys attached. He must have seen my puzzled look because the chauffer spoke up, "Oh, by the way, I had to cut your old lock off to get your bike from the rack, so I bought you a new one. Can I be of any further service sir?" "No thanks, what was your name?" "Gino sir." "No thanks Gino, but you drive safely back out to the airport." I said as I glanced around to see if anyone could see, then reached forward and gently grasped Gino's cock through his slacks, massaging it briefly. I heard him moan as his body shuddered under my touch. "Too bad we don't have more time!" "Yes sir, well, I do have some relatives who live in Newport, " He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white card. "This is my card, call me collect the first of next week. I'm coming back to visit my aunt and uncle the end of the week." "Thanks Gino, I'll do that." I waved at him as I pushed my bike into my yard, the shopping bag carefully tucked under my arm. He pulled away as my friend Alan came through my side yard toward me. "That was a cool car, how did you get to ride in that?" "Oh that, that's my friend Gino, he works for my boss' boss." "So what's in the bag?" I looked around to see that my dad wasn't home from work yet. "Come up to my room and suck my cock, and I might just show you!" I said with a grin. "Well, I'll come upstairs, and I'll suck your cock, but only if you suck mine too!" Alan responded. "You know I will Al. After all, isn't that what friends are for?" We put my bike into the garage and locked it up, then hurried up to my bedroom. My little brother was at the neighbors and we had at least forty five minutes. Knowing Alan, I could suck him and fuck him in that length of time and maybe even get him to fuck me before he had to be home.