Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2016 23:20:19 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Rainbow Cabaret A BOY IN THE RAINBOW CABARET A Bathhouse Series Story: Rainbow Cabaret, Tampa By Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, M Div, D Min Copyright 2016. Disclaimer: This story is fiction, inspired by a real location. This story depicts consensual homosexual activity between adults, including bareback sex, multiple partners and a underage teen male. If this sort of story appeals to you, read on. If not, then don't. It was still early for a Friday and I wanted to party some. Well, some more. Of course, I always want to party more. I had taken some 2 CB, so I am jazzed and the world is grand. But I do what Eddie says amd this is what he wanted. He's my master and I'm his boy. He just wants me to run off some of my sexual energy. We've done this before, plenty. The place is this huge barn-like building, like a hangar or some prefab industrial thing. The front is a porn theatre. I've never been in there. The side is where we go, the Rainbow Cabaret. It is a shit hole, dingy and disgusting, about to fall down but it is near to heaven for people like us. I just hope there is a good crowd. The sandy parking area was full, but some of it is because of the cab company across the street. The guy at the front desk is new. I've come up and it makes me paranoid that he is new, that I've never seen him before. He could make trouble. Eddie is in front. "How old's your friend?" the guy asked. "Old enough," Eddie answered, pulling out three 20's and sliding it under the metal bars that gaurd the front desk. It is too much money. "We just need a couple of lockers" The guy looked at the money and then looked at Eddie. He's 42 but in really good shape. The guy separated two of the twenties and put in the register and pulled out some change but didn't hand it back to Eddie. The third twenty sat there as the guy thought about it. Then he decided and asked for ID. I pulled out my wallet and handed him a driver's license. It's fake but very high quality. He stared at it briefly. "So, you're 19, huh?" Suddenly I found the whole thing absolutely fucking comical. I just laughed. It was the psychedelics, I'm sure. "Yeah," I answered. Actually, I'm 16 and look it. "What year were you born?" "97" I answered quickly. It's an old trick. If the ID is fake, you hesitate, doing the math. He shrugged, pocketed the money and buzzed us in, giving me back the ID. We each get a towel and head in. The place is like a fucking cavern. The place is about to fall down. It's only being held up by habit and 25 years of cum. There are a couple of lounge areas in the dim space that opens up from the front area with some old couches but the TV's are playing gay porn. We go up some steps to the locker room, the maze/dark room off to the right. One possibility for the evening is that I get gang fucked on the sling in there. There were a pair of Mexican guys in the locker room, still in their underwear, short and round faced from their Mayan genes. They watch us enter and stare as I undress. I laugh some and make it a show. Blond haired, blue eyed and lean. I slowly strip off my shirt, hoping that I've grown some muscles in the last 5 minutes. I am skinny, flat bellied and big dicked. A twink. Eddie strips too and he doesn't have to hope about muscle. He's fucking got that. He is rock hard, broad shouldered, narrow hipped and all man, tattoed right down to a tribal pattern on his dick. I drop my cargo shorts, let them look at my ass in tartan plaid, lycra boxer briefs that are skin tight. I'm hard, knowing that they are looking. I peel off the underwear and cram everything into a locker. I am all douched up and lubed thoroughly, waiting to be violated. Eddie is naked too and he is hard. Mine sticks up at 45 degree angle, his sticks straight out and he has a leather cock ring. He has a dog collar and a leash that he puts around my neck. He doesn't have to tell me what to do. This is our game. First, we will parade around and let the men see me. We go through the 3 parallel hallways housing the private rooms, some doors open with men laying on the dingy, thin cushions that pass for a bed, slowly jacking themselves. We go slowly past those rooms to give them a good look. Some older guys like young guys but a lot don't. Either way, they look, at me or at Eddie. I stay hard as we parade around. I would anyway but the drugs help. I feel wired but open and peaceful. I can smell each individual smell of the place separately: the sweat, the semen, the sex, all of it. The shadows in the dim light play tricks on me as we go along. We go into the theatre. Two older men sit in the back, naked, talking but not touching. On the middle row of couches at the far end of the room, I see Roland, skin like chocolate milk with a shaved head and a goatee. He is stocky but strong. I smile because I'm glad to see him. He's played our game before. "Sammy" he says with a smile. His cock is hard, stubby but fat. He tugs on it once or twice. "What are you waiting for?" Eddie asks me, putting his hands on my ass and pushing me forward. I get between his legs, open wide my mouth and take him all in without gagging and without my lips touching his dick. I have to push my shoulder length hair back to keep it out of my face. Fully down, I clamp my lips shut and slowly slide it up his shaft. He moans. He likes it and I am good at it. I've had plenty of practice. I go for his balls, which are big, and take one and then the other in my mouth, sucking on it. Eddie is standing over me, watching as I minister to Roland. I can't tell if he is stroking himself but he probably is. Roland is uncut, a real bonus for me because I like black men and I like uncut men, and his dick is thick around but I can take it. I nibble at his foreskin and then run my tongue underneath the skin around his cherry red head. He pants appreciatively as I do that. I feel a pair of hands massaging my ass. It could be Eddie but it doesn't have to be. He would protect me from anybody he thinks I wouldn't want but he won't stop anybody he thinks I would. I trust him. I concentrate on what I am doing. I lick his shaft, lick his balls, lick his taint. I put it in my mouth, jam it down deep, using my tongue to massage his head, one hand tugging on his big, ripe balls. Then I feel a finger go in my ass, roughly. I stop and turn around to see. It's a Mexican guy, older than the ones in the locker room, but not in bad shape. I've never seen him before. I must have shot him a dirty look because backed off. "You can finger my hole, I don't care. I like it but get some fucking lube, asshole" I tell him before getting back to what I was doing. Roland face fucked me. He fed me his swollen prick. I was just trying to keep up, trying to keep from gagging. I was stroking myself to stay hard. That's part of the game. I have to stay hard. Roland is enjoying it, maybe too much. He stops, pulls his dick out of my mouth and slaps my face with it. "I'm going to have to take a break," he said. "I was about to cum" I smiled. I was proud of myself. "Not yet, you gotta fuck me later" I said. "Sam the man" Roland said, leaning over and kissing me."One sweet piece of ass." We leave the theatre area and cut through where the rooms are, to see if there are any men wandering about. There was, a with gray hair and hairy chest, wrapped in his towel. I am naked and hard. He looks and smiles. Eddie pats my ass, like he wants me to come on to the guy but I don't. I can't give Eddie everything he wants and I sense that there is something better in here. Of course, later on, when I am sweaty and my legs are spread, if he wants to fuck me that would be cool. We go back to the open area in the front of the locker room and maze and camp out in one of the chill spaces, the TV playing gay porn. Eddie sinks onto the couch and I climb on his lap, facing him, our erect penis's touching. I can just see over the small wall into the locker room. There is a guy undressing, a bit chubby and pale. He seems familiar from the side but, fucked up and my head floating, I can't quite place him. Then he turns toward me, either for an instant or an hour, my sense of time is fucked completely. I know him now. He is my English teacher, Mr. Smith. "You sure you are going to be ready to play?" Eddie asks, sweetly, gently stroking my swollen prick. I should tell him. I know I should. We should leave. That would be the smart thing to do. He deserves to know. After all, it would be Eddie that would be in trouble, not me so much. He's 42 and I'm 16 and that's statutory rape, not to mention that we've been together 4 years, which only makes it worse. He's an unregistered sex offender and a drug dealer. He has a lot to hide and his freedom to lose. But I don't tell him. I want to see how it plays out. "I'm ready right now" I say, holding our hard dicks together and stroking. "I'm always ready. You gonna be the first load or the last or both?" He shrugs and smiles. "Maybe I won't fuck you at all" I lean back and look him in the eye. "Yeah, you will." "Yeah, I will" he says. Satisfied, I grin and lean forward and kiss my lover, running my hands on his hard chest. My own dick twitches in anticipation. I want to get started. I struggle up from his lap. I tell him to wait there. I'm not doing it in the sling. I'm doing it right here, on the couch, in the open. I have my reasons. Just as I stood up, a man rounded the corner and stopped short. He was older than Eddie, had a bit of a belly but broad shoulders and hairy chest. He was wrapped in a towel. "You." I say to him to get his attention. "You wanna fuck me?" He looked around, bewildered. "Right now?" "Right now, right here," I say, reaching in under his towel. He's not hard. I move to remedy that. My mouth opened wide encases his manhood. I suck him hard. He's not that hung but I don't care. I just want to get started. My goal is to get Mr Smith in my ass. That would be too funny. I lay back on the couch and stick my legs in the air, my pink asshole shining. He tries to squat down and I see that isn't going to work, so I roll over and get on my knees for him to enter me doggy. I smile as he pushes past my ring, look over at Eddie, who is masturbating himself. I love to see him getting off. And I know that he does cum, it'll be in my ass. This guy can't satisfy me, he's too small but he is just an appetizer. He slides it in and out kind of slowly. I push backwards against him, trying to get it in deep. I arch my back. The drugs have taken hold and I am fully fucking horny. I'm horny all the time anyway, but every nerve ending is alive with the promise of pleasure but I need him to just go for it and fuck me. But he is not aggressive and it is pissing me off. I am slamming backwards trying to amp it up. He grabs my hips to stop me, fucks me a bit harder. I feel his hot cum inside me. "Thanks" he says. I just nod. I'm ready for the next one. Eddie notices that. "You have a wild look, Sam" he says. "Come on, I have an idea." He puts the leash on me again and leads me through the locker room. I am hard and excited, barely able to contain myself. There is a silver fox standing in the locker area with a chubby. "Do me favor? Mind fucking my boy?" Eddie asks him. He laughs. "Sure. Where?" Eddie nods his head and we step through the locker room into the next room, where the hot tubs is. Eddie tells me to spread my legs and bend over the edge of the jacuzzi. There is a guy in the jacuzzi, which is only blows a couple of weak jets. BUt I do it. I bend over the edge and the silver fox, who is a little shorter than me, rams a couple of fingers in my ass. I am plenty lubed up. Then his raw dick slides up my chute. "Ah, fuck" I pant. "That's it." It feels fucking amazing, all full and hard. He's fucked a guy before. He knows what he is doing. I just let him go to town on my ass. The guy in the jacuzzi is getting turned on. He makes his way over to me and I take his hard dick in my mouth. I am being spit roasted. I am aware that there are a couple of guys that pass by, going to the steam room or coming from it. They stop and watch for a minute mostly and then move on. I don't care. I like it. The silver fox doesn't seem to care either because he is going to town. He pounds my ass, hard and savage. It feels great. I feel alive and incredibly sexual. Hard savage strokes fills my asshole even as I suck away on the jacuzzi guy's stiff dick. I love it. There's nothing about sex, with guys anyway, that I don't love. I want him to fucking pound me. And he does. I squirm around a bit, trying to get his dick to love my hole some more. But I must have spent too much time doing that because jacuzzi guy grabs my head and guides it back to his swollen cock. I suck away as the silver fox leans over me, his sweaty skin against mine, his hips going back and forth, driving himself into me. "Fuck him hard," I head Eddie say. "He likes it." I do. Fucking goddamn, I do. As hard as he is going, I want it harder and faster. I am completely caught up in my own sexual energy, drawing off the masculinity of the men I am with. Jacuzzi guy face fucks me. Eddie is in the tub with him, rubbing his ass and watching the silver fox plow away. I am as hard a fucking rock, turned on, "Oh, fuck!" Silver fox cries out. "Oh, fuck yeah" His dick is twitching in my ass. He unloads in me. Then slowly he pulls out. I feel all slick as some of his juice oozes out. He pats me on the ass. He may be done, but I'm not. Eddie tells jacuzzi man to go fuck me. I stay where I am as he gets out and goes around. He finds my hole and rams it in roughly. He is horned up from the sucking and not gentle at all. I am past caring. "Is that what you want, you fucking slut?" Eddie says, hunched over in the tub and looking straight at me. His voice is low and I think only I can hear him. "You want to be gangbanged by a bunch of men that you don't even know? Barebacked and breeded?" "Yeah," I whisper. "Whore," he says. "Faggot" I smile. I stick out my tongue, inviting him. He leans over and kisses me. "Goddamn, that feels good" I say out loud. Jacuzzi man is going to town. He's not trying to last, he's just fucking going for it. In and out, he bangs me. I feel it, every inch of it. I lap at Eddie's dick but he pushes me away. I know when my time comes, he will do me right. But I am feeling right just now, on my third load of the night and juices are flowing. I stroke my own dick, hard as steel but the sensation is almost too much. I am hard, my balls pulled up tight to my body and I am close. Jacuzzi man is grunting as he bangs me. I feel the sweat rolling off his body. And with each stroke, he hits my button. I am beginning to lose it. I began to stroke myself furiously, even as he speeds up. I can't stop it now even if I wanted too and I don't. I am going to orgasm. Jacuzzi is grunting loudly. He is close too. Then a wave of pure pleasure surrounds me, takes my breath away, causes me to leave this plane of existence. I explode. Cum drips off my hand. Then a final stoke and I feel my ass fill up. "You cum?" Eddie asks. I nod as jacuzzi guy pulls out and gathers up his shit to go. Eddie just looks at him. "You're not done yet." "I know" I tell him. Just on a regular day, I cum two or three times. That's every day. The whole reason to come here is so I can get spent. The leash goes back on. I supposed that he would lead me to the maze and put me in the sling, but he doesn't. We go back to the theatre. Mr Smith is sitting there, his towel open, his hard dick in his hand. It's only been a couple of minutes, but I am excited again. Of course I have a short fuse. I don't get hard immediately but my tool does come to life. I strain at the leash. I want to get over there and get his dick in my ass before he can react. Eddie, of course, doesn't get it but he lets me go. Mr Smith is staring at the screen, masturbating himself a little bit shyly and not looking at us. He reacts with a start when I get there and immediately climb on his lap. He is too surprised to say anything. I am hard now. I grab behind me, get his dick, position it and then sit on it. His manhood slides easily into my asshole. His eyes get big and he looks scared. I lean down and try to kiss him. He doesn't react. So, I lean back, wiggle my hips a bit and begin to rock back and forth. That did the trick He liked that. I ride his cock, rocking back and forth. He stays hard and looks less shocked and more aggressive. I rest my hands on his firm belly and continue to ride him good. He bucks his hips a little too, just out of deep seeded need. There are several other men watching but I don't care. I like an audience and Mr Smith is too in the moment to object. He's not bad looking and not in bad shape and his dick is a good size. All that's good but the taboo is better. I am fucking my teacher. "Fuck him hard" Eddie whisper to Mr Smith, not knowing who he is. I smile. I think it's funny. Mr. Smith gasps, breathes in and out heavily, nearing ecstasy. I am not going that hard or fast but he is unused to fucking ass. He has a wedding ring on and my guess is he doesn't even get that much pussy. He's a man that has been needing to fuck for a while. And he is getting too. His face is contorted, all twisted up. I try to figue out how much of that is real and how much is the drugs but it doesn't matter. He starts trying to drive himself into me. He begins to take over and do the work. The other men make their way over, to watch, to masturbate, to try to get in. One of them, a real bear with a hairy chest, a harness, a goatee and a mohawk is close enough I can reach out and jack him. Eddie is jacking himself off watching me go at it. Mr Smith is getting close. "Uhh, shit. Ohh, my God" Mr smith murmurs as he looks to be in pain. Then sucked in a lung full of air and exploded in my ass. I roll off of him and onto the couch, length wise. pushing Eddie aside as I fall. I don't see Mr Smith leave. The bear with the Mohawk steps over the couch and gets between my legs. He pushes those aside and pulls me toward him like a rag doll and impales me. He fucks me furiously, hard and savage. It's what I want. But he isn't the last. When he cums, he pats me on the belly and moves on. A fit guy with a shaved head enters me immediately. About a minute into it, I come again for the second time but he doesn't stop. He fucks me hard and drops a sixth load in my ass. His friend, a clone except for a shaggy beard is the seventh. Roland is the eighth. He's bigger than the rest and a little more gentle. "I'm not your fucking lover," I tell him. "Fucking rape me" He does. I love it. I am hard as a rock again. I close my eyes and stroke my dick, feeling my ass being pounded. It goes on for some time and I am lost in a sea of pure sexual energy, floating along in the jizz and testosterone. Time has no meaning now, it is just pure pleasure. The sensation in my ass changes. It isn't as big, not quite. I open my eyes. Mr Smith has come back for round two. I smile. That is perfect. "Harder" I tell him. "I need it hard" He just looks mean, intent, focused on his own pleasure. That is the way it should be. I don't know what he is thinking but I know he came back for more. That is a turn on. He lasts for quite a while but every time he slowed up and reached out for his ass and pulled him in, telling him to fuck hard. Eddie is the last to enter me. My one true love. He doesn't fuck me hard. He is soft and gentle, caressing me. He turns me onto my side and enters from behind, stroking my whole body. He is slow and sensual, kissing my neck, massaging my whole body as his dick, tattoed and fat, slides in and out of my overstuffed and greased up hole. The crowd filters away, I guess. They were gone when we were done. I came a third time, spent and tired. I slept on the way home and Eddie carried me in his arms inside the mobile home we share. He put me to bed, climbed in and held me as I slept. But, when I told him, he was pissed. He lives in a dream world where nobody knows that we are lovers. There are people that know but they are all the kind that aren't going to say anything about it. Most of them want to stay on Eddie's good side so they can get his high quality pot. "He's a married teacher. There is no way he's going to say anything. Just being there in the first place would probably get him fucking fired, just that. Fucking a student? No fucking way he says fucking shit to nobody, except maybe me." I said. "That isn't the point. You should have told me." I shrug. I think he is making a big deal out of nothing. "He came back for seconds. That means he is as fucking immoral as we are." Eddie bit his tongue. I know that he wanted to say as immoral as I am but he is the one that likes to fuck little boys. He doesn't want me to throw that in his face even though both of us know that I am far and away the more evil of the two of us. Mr. Smith didn't say anything that Monday. We are doing Romeo and Juliet in 10th grade English and he was definitely off his game that day. I sat in the back as usual, said nothing and left without him looking up at me as I passed by. I didn't say anything to my friends, what few of them there are. They're mostly the few openly gay boys and fag hags and the stoners. The stoners just use me to get drugs. I can move some product. I pay my way in my relationship with Eddie. Tuesday was different. He worked up the courage and told me he needed to see me after class. The room emptied and he closed the door. His next period class would have to wait. "We need to talk about what happened." "You barebacked me in the ass twice" I said with a smile. "That's what happened." He was terror stricken. "You're not going to tell anybody that, are you?" "Of course not" "You can't. No matter what, you can't." "I won't," I tell him. He is still scared, not really believing me. He wants to offer me anything, an A in his class maybe, but he doesn't want to push his luck. I don't care if I get an A or not. I stay in school because that is where my customer base is. When I turn 18 for real, I am going to do porn. My future is in sex work. I like money, I like fucking and I like getting fucked up. That's it. "You shouldn't go there" he says "Nobody should but I like that kind of sex" "You're too young. What, 15? What about HIV, STD's?" "16 and all the equipment works," I remind him. "And I am a Truvada whore." On Friday, I handed in my essay. On the top of the second page I wrote that I would be at the Rainbow Cabaret at 9 pm on Saturday. I'm not that turned on by him, he has a belly, but I like that he is married and that he is my teacher. It's the secret that turns me on. He was waiting in his car as he pulled up. He got out when he saw us. It's a pretty good crowd and I am happy enough. Eddie is pissed when he sees Mr Smith because I neglected to tell him about it. I laugh. My fucked up sense of humor is part of the price he has to pay. I take care of what he wants. "What the fuck are you doing?" Eddie says, grabbing my arm. "Get a room." I told him. "We'll need it for a little while" We got room 21 and it is a dingy piece of shit. The small TV, that only has one channel of porn, is above the wooden locker that doesn't close completely. The bed, such as it is, is a truly thin piece of padding and the sheet doesn't fit it. All three of us go in. Eddie is staring at Mr Smith, who is standing there silent. There is real tension there. I laugh at it and strip off my shirt and undo my shorts. I am wearing pink and gray striped Underarmour underwear. I grab my crotch and then peel them off, my dick all ready semi hard. "Eddie, my English teacher, Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith, my boyfriend Eddie." "Clay" Mr Smith said, sticking out his hand. Eddie shook it but his expression, hard and mean, didn't change. "How long have you been together." "None of your fucking business" Eddie answered. "Since I was 12. He was gone for the weekend and I broke into his place. Found his porn and so I let him know that I was available. I seduced him." "Oh," Mr Smith said "He wasn't a virgin" Eddie said. He is defensive about it. He likes young boys but knows that is looked down on, even for a criminal. "I've never been a virgin," I said. "Never fucked a girl, though. That's gross. I was all ready a slut at 12." Mr Smith nodded, and looked down. Eddie sank down and sat on the edge of the bed. It is crowded with three of us in here. "I like teenage boys too. And it's hard when you are around them all day. I can't even get caught looking. I'm impressed that you actually have gotten to do what I wish I could do, Eddie. You get to fuck a hot boy whenever you want. BUt I thought you were pretty active with the gay boys at school. That's the rumor, at least." Eddie looked up. "He is. It doesn't bother me. We fuck every day, every fucking day. And it is not enough for him. He can fuck whoever else he wants because he needs to cum 3,4 times a day. I can't keep up. We come here every 2 or 3 weeks so that he can get his freak on, get some horniness worked out of him. Before we came here, he would wear me out." "So, you're a teenage slut," Mr. Smith said with a rueful smile on his face. "Eddie is a pedophile and I would desperately like to be a part of your world but I am chickenshit and don't want anybody to find out." Eddie leaned back against the wall, spread his legs, pulled down his jeans, freeing up his semi hard dick. "That's the beauty of this. Nobody is asking no questions. If little Sammy wants us to be friends, then we are going to be friends. I don't argue with Sam about sex. He's the boss of me." I climb on the platform and wedge myself between Eddie's legs, take one of his thick hairy balls in my mouth. My bare ass is in the air. I feel Mr Smith's hands massaging my ass checks. It won't take long for them to be turned on, either of them. My plan is for them to double penetrate me. That would be fucking cool. I grab Eddie's stiff prick. He looks tough, muscular and mean, because the kind of man that would tattoo his own dick has to be tough. But I own him. He does what I say. I gobble up his prick. I take him all the way down. Mr. Smith must have found the lube because he slides a finger in my ass. It makes me hard. "Is that good?" Mr smith asks, suddenly pulling his finger out. That annoys me. "Dude, just finger bang him if that's what you want to do." Eddie tells him. "Eat his ass, then fuck him when you're ready. Be as hard as you want, he can take it. Fuck, that's what he wants." Then I feel two fingers in my ass. That's better. Then a third. That's even better still. Eddie likes what I am doing. I've sucked this dick a thousand times. I know what he wants. He likes his balls played with. He likes the head kissed and sucked on. He likes an underage boy to do it. I am sucking him hard, licking up and down the shaft of his prick. He moans with appreciation. Then I feel the wet warmth of Mr. Smith tongue darting in and around my asshole. That really does feel good. I let that go for a while because I like getting my ass played with. It's not the best rim job I've ever had but it is nice. Eddie has my head in his hands, ramming me down on his prick. I gag a bit with it and pull off, then go back on him. I really am getting hot by now. I arrange the scene. Eddie is laying on the bed, his back propped against the wall. I line myself up, reverse cowboy, grab his prick and guide it in, filling my chute. Mr Smith is kneeling in front of me, between Eddie's legs so I can blow him as Eddie fucks me. I had made Mr. Smith open the door so anybody that passes by can watch. Him and Eddie would prefer not but they don't get to say. They do what I want. I wiggle around on Eddie's dick, enjoying the fullness of it. as I take Mr. Smith's manhood in my mouth. He pumps it in, greedy. I take it. I've been sucking cock for years. He's horny though and he is face fucking me. I don't want Mr. Smith to blow, not just yet and not in my mouth. I back off him and begin to bob up and down on Eddie's dick. My own hard on flops up and down. Mr. Smith strokes himself a little, my spit as lube, as he watches me get fucked. I look up and see that there is a tall, skinny man with balding hair and an enormous cock standing leaned up against the door jam watching. I smile. Good, an audience. Mr. Smith gets back in my face, presenting himself to me. I take it back in.He's a litle more patient this time. Another man has come up and is watching, a silver fox. I am sucking and getting fucked and they are stroking watching. The silver fox is a bit bolder. He steps in and grabs my erection as I go up and down on Eddie, jacking me as I get my holes stuffed. Mr. Smith looks down and seems a little pissed that this guy horned in. He's going to have change that if he going to want to fuck me after this. If anybody is going to possess me, it would be Eddie and not him anyway but he's fucking nuts if he doesn't realize that dirty, nasty, public sex turns me on. Besides, the silver fox gives a good hand job. Then a third man comes up and stands in the doorway, bald with a salt and pepper goatee. I have Eddie slide down so that he is flat on his back. I am laying on his belly, my feet in the air and his dick in my ass. I tell Mr Smith to lube up and fuck me. He hesitates for a second. "Hey, bitch," I say to him, kicking at him with my leg, "get your fucking dick in my fucking ass right fucking now." "This is wild" the Silver fox says as he stands right next to us. "Fuck him, dude" the goatee man pipes in Mr. Smith is on his knees between Eddie's leg and he stabs me with his hard on. Not gently either. Not by a fucking long shot. He rams it in and nearly fucking came right then. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking shit," I cry out. God, it feels fucking wonderful. I've never been double penetrated before and it is a goddamn shame too because this is fucking incredible. It feels too good, to intense. Eddie is bucking his hips, pushing himself inside me and Mr. Smith is moving too, their dicks sliding against each other in the cavity of my anus. I feel more full than ever. The sensation is intense, way too fucking intense. The silver fox reaches for my dick and he barely touches it when I think I am going to die. A graze against my shaft and I can't stop it. I explode. It lasts for hours, days, forever, spurt after spurt, ropes of cum coating my torso as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me. Mr Smith stops for a second. "No, no, no" I cry out, "don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Oh, fucking goddamn, fuck me" He pounds me and I want the orgasm to last forever but it doesn't. It gradually fades away but pricks are still stabbing at my youthful prostate sending knife like sensations of pure pleasure to my brain. Mr. Smith grunts hard, stabs one time hard and I feel the stickiness in my ass. A second later, Eddie comes. They pull out and I fall onto the bed beside Eddie, sweaty and covered in jizz. "I guess the show's over" the goatee says. "Ain't fucking shit over with, asshole." I snap back at him. "I'm a fucking teenager. I can go all fucking night, bust 5 nuts. I ain't been fucked nearly enough. You want some ass, then get your fucking dick over here." "I like a bottom who knows what he wants. But you look like jailbait, little boy" I get off the bed, stand up and lean over, my ass toward him. "You talking or you fucking?" He was fucking. His dick was fat. I was stretched out from the DP so I was glad he was big. It filled me up better. Eddie and Mr. Smith just leaned back against the wall, still naked but both of them soft, watching me get fucked by some random guy. Shit, I like an audience, I thought to myself. It was enough to begin to get me hard again. Then a crack filled the room. The goatee was slapping my ass as he plowed me. "Fuck our little boy hard, guy. Wear that ass out." Eddie said. "You like this, you little slut?" the goatee said to me. "You like this fat dick fucking you?" I was hard as a fucking rock now and was pushing back against his dick, trying to drive it deeper. That should have told him. "Yeah, I like fucking dick, asshole. Just shut the fuck up and plow my ass." Mr. Smith laughed. "You better do what the kid wants." That was when he got savage. He started fucking me rough and hard. I loved it. I could feel the heat of his body, the sweat dripping off of him, hitting my back as he tore me up. Oh God, it felt great. He wiggled his hips and I got the whole fullness of him. I practically came right then. I was panting. "Goddamn, that's good." Goatee bent over me, wrapped his arms around my waist and went to town, fucking me like a piston. He went harder and harder, faster and faster. Then in a grunt, he filled me hole with his juice. I didn't move and felt another dick enter me. It had to be the silver fox because the skinny guy was bigger. I didn't care. Bring it on. Unfortunately, he didn't last long but the skinny guy came up to the plate and that schlong was big. Big and juicy. "Oh, shit!" I cried out as he entered me. "Fuckin' A." I must have startled him because he pulled out instinctively. "Oh, no. No, no." I said. "That felt great!. Would you mind fucking me missionary. I want to see that big dick go in and out of me." "sure" The bed platform was big enough that me and the skinny guy could lay on it and Eddie and Mr Smith could stay where they were as long as they sat indian style. Indian guy was hard still and I rested my legs on his shoulders as he impaled me. "Oh, yeah," I panted. It really did feel good. Eddie jacked me as the skinny guy drove inside me. The door to the room was still open but for some reason nobody passed by. I still had my audience of Eddie and Mr Smith and that was cool. Not only did it feel good, but I was turned on by the sight of his big dick sliding in and out of my asshole, skin on skin. Eddie touching me was driving me crazy, too. I didn't know if I could control it or not. The skinny guy looked hard and intense, sweat beginning to make his skin shine. He didn't give a shit that I had a pair of lovers in the room watching us. He just wanted his pleasure. I wanted him to take it, too. "Fuck me as hard as you fucking can" I told him. He did. It really filled me up. He fucked me so hard I could barely groan, just whimper a little. It felt goddamn amazing too. I was going to lose it, so I stopped Eddie was masturbating me. I wanted this sensation to last. The skinny guy was pumping for all he was worth, going to town on my butt. He would grunt with each stroke, driving himself in my, his fat, long prick massaging my prostate. The precum was flowing. I was close. Then, without even touching myself, I came. Spurt after spurt, ropes of it, as pure pleasure washed over me, all my cares and tension flowing away. It was almost religious. The skinny guy pulled out, cum dripping off his dick. He grabbed his towel, wrapped himself in it and walked out without saying anything. We sat there for a minute, just the three of us. "I think my stepson may be gay" Mr smith said. Well, fuck. It would be really stupid, incredibly dangerous to go after him. Fuck up the seduction and a lot of bad shit would go down. Even if it is done right, there is the potential for bad shit. "How old is he?" I asked. "Twelve" Perfect. "Well, we gotta figure it out" I said. Eddie and I are going to have a new playmate. Totally cool.