Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 13:23:44 EDT
From: R656600@aol.com
Subject: Jeremy part 5 - The stories of Robert Cole

JEREMY

PART 5

THE BOY'S CLUB REVISITED


Mark's three-a-week wet dreams suddenly stopped and there was certainly no
need for him to be following Jeremy any more.  They would meet on the
subway platform and chat as they waited for the # 6 and more often than not
would make a date for that evening or some other convenient time.  Mark was
falling in love all over again!

However, he was really disturbed and upset by Jeremy's remark about Devon.
When they got together again for sex Mark asked Jeremy about it.

"Well, I guess, you two must have been close since you have his picture in
your living room.  Devon was close to a lot of people."

"What do you mean, Jeremy?"  Mark was almost afraid to ask.  "You mean
sexually?"

"Yeah, he had lots of boyfriends, if you know what I mean. He was getting
his little cock sucked at least five times a week, by my count.  I was
doing him at least one of those times!

Mark was stunned.  "I don't believe that, Jeremy, where are you getting
that from?"

"Sounds like Devon played some head games with you too.  He was good at
that.  I'm sorry if what I said hurt you.  But that little prick could
seduce anyone and everyone, and he did.  If you thought you were seducing
him, you were dead wrong.  He was seducing you.  He even seduced straight
guys.  He would talk them in giving him a blowjob then ask for money to
keep quiet about it!  Oh, yeah he was a devious little fucker!"

Mark was incredulous.  He didn't know how to respond.  His head was
spinning.

He heard Jeremy say, "Did Devon ever tell you about the `Boy's Club?'"

Mark was distracted. "Yeah," he stammered

"What did he tell you about it?" Jeremy asked with a sly smile.

"He told me that when he was a youngster he took an older school mate down
to the family storage bin in his building for a little sex play.  Then
little by little other boys joined in for regular fun."

Jeremy laughed, "Devon told you that! That's total bullshit!  Devon had a
little whorehouse going for himself down there.  He knew he was cute and
that he turned people on.  If he were walking around outside, or sitting on
a bench and noticed that a guy was watching him or eyeing his ass, he would
do stuff to get the guy worked up.  After a while, the guy would be so
horny he would approach Devon and ask if he were interested in getting his
cock sucked.  Devon would smile that smile of his, ask the chump for money
up front, then, take him down to the bin where he would let him suck his
dick. When the guy was done and he wanted to jerk himself off, Devon would
lay back and let the guy watch him play with himself as he pounded off.  If
the guy had become a "regular customer" and Devon liked him, he would offer
to jerk the guy off himself. Once, I heard, that Devon got this customer so
horny that the guy practically got on his knees begging Devon to fuck him.
But I don't know if that's an exaggeration or not."

Mark was staring, wide eyed, at Jeremy. "How do you know all this, did
Devon actually tell you?"

"Oh, sure, we were close friends.  One time Devon asked if I wanted to
watch him set somebody up.  I thought that would be fun.  He told me to
follow him to the little park we have here.  You know, the place I mean."

Mark nodded.

"Devon told me to sit on the bench across the way from the drinking
fountain.
 He had his skateboard and was going to do some fancy jumps and turns.  He
had these tight shorts on and a skimpy shirt that lifted up when he jumped.
Sure enough, pretty soon, a young, good looking guy came by and sat on the
bench near the drinking fountain to watch.  Devon saw him, turned around
and smiled at him.  The guy waved and smiled back. Devon knew the guy was
hooked!

"Devon made sure that his ass was practically in the guy's face as he
skated by.  After doing a couple of jumps and turns that made his tee shirt
practically ride up to his nipples, he picked up his board and went over to
the fountain for a drink.  He stuck his ass way out as he slurped down the
water.  He even wiggled it a little.  The guy's eyes were glued to Devon's
butt.  I swear he was drooling.  When Devon was finished drinking he turned
around and, right in front of the guy, adjusted his dick, he even tweeked
it a little! And of course, smiled that big smile.

The guy must have had a boner by then.  Devon walked over to him and said
"hi" and sat down next to him, making sure that their legs were touching..
I could see the guy leaning toward him and it looked like he was whispering
in Devon's ear.  Sure enough, the guy took out his wallet and before you
knew it, they were both walking toward Devon's building."

Mark got up, walked across the room to a cabinet and did something that he
rarely did: he poured himself a drink.  He offered Jeremy a cola and sat
back down.

Jeremy continued. "Devon told me that if he picked up a blow job, I should
run ahead and hide in the bin to see the rest of it.  It would be fun.
Devon gave me his extra key and I got there well before they did.  I let
myself in and hid behind a stack of boxes, at the back of the bin.  I
adjusted the boxes so that I could get a good view of the show.  I made
myself comfortable and waited.  In about five minutes I heard the bin door
open and the pair walked in."

"Let's go over here," " Devon said to the guy." I heard the guy tell Devon
how beautiful he was and how horny he was.  The guy was rubbing his crotch.
Devon took down his shorts, he didn't have anything on underneath, and sat
on a crate.  His cock was soft at that point.  The guy was staring at it
with his mouth open."

Devon looked up at the guy and said, `If you're going to suck it sometime
this week, you'll have to get it hard!'"

"Oh!" the guy said, clearing his throat.  He then knelt down between
Devon's legs and started to masturbate him. When he was up all the way and
the guy was getting ready to lower his mouth onto it, Devon yelled, `Wait
just a second!'  The guy, whose eyes were practically bulging out of his
head, his mouth open and ready, stopped short and looked at Devon. `No deal
unless I cum in your mouth.  No spitting it out.  You swallow it.'  The guy
nodded.  `And after, if you want to jerk off, you can right here.'  The man
nodded again.  `OK, go ahead.'"

"The guy practically pounced on Devon's hardon.  I could hear him sucking
and making slurping noises.  Devon was putting on a really good show.  He
was wriggling his ass and moaning.  Telling the guy, `Suck that cock,' and
other stuff, like that, you hear in porn flicks.  Suddenly, I saw Devon
close his eyes and stick his tongue out.  I knew he was gonna cum.  He
yelled out, `Yeah.Ah.Ah..' And came in the guy's mouth.  He swallowed the
load and kept on sucking.  `OK, OK,' Devon yelled.  You can stop now.

"The guy lifted his head off of Devon's shrinking cock.  He was all sweaty
and his face was red.  Tell the truth, I had a hardon myself watching all
this.  The guy stood up, faced away from Devon and undid his belt and
zipper.
 His pants fell to his knees.  He pulled down his boxers and a pretty
good-sized boner sprung out.  Devon got up, went around and stood in front
of him.  He had removed his shorts completely and started wanking himself
as the man masturbated.  The guy was making all kinds of noises, his eyes
fixed on Devon.  When Devon thought the guy was ready to shoot his wad, he
turned around and bent over.  He reached behind himself and spread his ass
cheeks so the guy could get a good look at his ass hole. Then he stuck a
finger in his ass and pushed it in and out. Of course, this brought the guy
over the edge.  He let out a loud moan and shot his wad all over the
concrete floor.

"Devon gave him a couple of minutes to calm down, then opened the bin door
and the guy took off.  Devon closed the door and followed after him. I took
out my raging boner and wacked off behind the boxes."


Mark was flabbergasted.  He couldn't put this picture together with the
tender, loving boy he had made love to for almost three years.  To whom he
had been completely and entirely devoted.  He gulped down the rest of what
was in his glass.

"Why don't you get yourself another drink," Jeremy said. "I'll be right
back.
 I have something you might want to see."

Mark was just staring into space, completely overwhelmed.  Jeremy was back
in five or six minutes, carrying a small, black briefcase with a shoulder
strap, the kind you can carry your laptop in.  There was a small padlock
through the two zipper-handles.  Jeremy unlocked the case and brought out a
CD.  "Where's your computer," Jeremy asked.

Mark was still in a daze, not helped by the amount of alcohol he had
consumed.  He got up and led Jeremy in to the den and switched on the PC.
Jeremy inserted the disc.

"Bring up your photo program."

Mark clicked on it and still pictures of Devon with a "customer" in the bin
appeared on the screen. Devon was sitting on a box, leaning back on his
hands, head thrown back, eyes shut, while this guy, with his pants down
around his ankles and his boner pointing straight out, was sucking Devon's
cock.  Jeremy continued to click through the album as Mark stared in
disbelief. The last in the series showed Devon masturbating a customer, his
finger up the guy's ass.

"OK, OK! that's about as much as I want to see," Mark insisted.

Jeremy closed the program and took the CD out.

"How did those happen?" Mark asked.

"We set up a small digital, camera near the ceiling of the bin and pointed
it straight at the box that Devon always sat on when he got his cock
sucked.  It was practically invisible unless you knew exactly where to
look. The guys in these pictures are mostly straight and Devon wanted a
picture of them "doing it" in case he needed to protect himself.  He never
asked me for the disc when he moved.  He either forgot about it or didn't
care."

"Hard to believe." Mark murmured. They both walked into the living room and
sat down on the sofa.

Mark was almost afraid to ask the question that had been dogging him since
these revelations had begun but now decided that he needed to know one way
or another.  "Did Devon ever mention me to you?" He asked Jeremy with
hesitation in his voice.

"I don't know.  He talked about a lot of guys."

"C'mon, Jeremy!"

"OK, well, OK, are you the guy with the trains or with the three cats?"

Mark, again, shook his head in disbelief.  "The trains!" Mark spat out.

"Yeah, he did talk about his 'train' chump.  "Excuse me," Jeremy said,"
casting his eyes to the floor, "he called all his guys chumps.  He told me
that the train guy was so crazy about him that he would do anything for
him, and spent a lot of money on him, a lot more than his other `chumps,'
`So I keep him well fed on my cock,' Devon would say with a laugh."

"It's funny," Mark replied, "Devon keeps in touch with me.  He writes a
card every once in a while." Mark reached over to the end table, opened the
drawer and retrieved an envelope.  He opened it and took out a birthday
card that Devon had sent him.  There was a very loving note inside.

"Yeah, he sends a lot of those out."  `It's worthwhile,' he would
say. "These ass holes send money back for my birthday and for Christmas.'"

Mark threw the card on the floor and he and Jeremy walked into the bedroom.