Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 16:34:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Logan Bre <icelake.melune@yahoo.com>
Subject: CROSSROADS AT PASSION HILL part 3

CROSSROADS AT PASSION HILL part 3

By Logan Bre

Disclaimer: This is totally a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual
people, persons or events, living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains graphic images of adult male homosexuality, rough
unprotected sex, and extreme sex fetishes. If you find this offensive, or
if it is illegal for you to read or possess such material, please do not
read any further.

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---Jon's voice-The flashback---

I had been standing at that door post, overcome by an avalanche of
emotions. They were more like mixed feelings, although I couldn't make them
out individually. It sure didn't have rage in there, maybe a little shock
and amazement. I'd like to think there wasn't any form of jealousy either;
but if there was, to whom was that jealousy targeted?-To Armando for having
my boyfriend worship his entirety or to Kyle for having the opportunity to
be at the feet of such a God?

For the last few minutes till Kyle discovered my presence, I felt numb and
frozen. I just couldn't help keeping my jaws dropped. The room fell as
silent as a snowy cemetery at night after that mundane comment of
Armando's. The expression on Kyle's face was one worth a million dollars. I
couldn't tell if it was one of regret, pain, humiliation, shame, or
cluelessness. To be frank, my mind wasn't in its best of states at the
moment so I wasn't surprised at all.

I saw him try to move in my direction but I thought it wise to go meet him
on the bed. That obviously took all of my mental strength. I went to sit
directly opposite to Kyle, who had then moved a knee out of Armando's
widely spread legs. While doing this, I didn't move my gaze from Kyle's. I
saw Kyle's eyes moisten and mouth move without sound as I sat. I moved my
forefinger to his lips and whispered a long "sssshhhhhh..." and he stared
at me surprised at my reactions. I then turned to Armando who was lying on
his back, his head resting in his palms with an evil smirk spread on his
face. "So I was right after all", I said to him.

He responded with what seemed like a victory-flaunting laughter, "You're
damn right, you were". He continued with, "and you sure have trained him
well in the art of cock sucking. Are you sure you were his first cock
sucking experience as you told me? It seems a little weird to me that a
fine cock sucker like this one here has become stellar at his skills by
sucking on only one cock. Won't you agree?"  I looked back at Kyle to
discover disbelief and disgust written all over his face.

I answered Armando without turning from Kyle. "He's a natural" I smiled
slightly to lighten Kyle's mood. Armando still didn't seem to care about
the tension between my boyfriend and me so I decided to ignore him and
concentrate on fixing things with my Kyle. "Kyle, are you okay?" I said
reaching for his hand but he shoved it away almost immediately. One could
ask why he was the one who was offended by all of this. After all, I did
catch him cheating on me with another man.

"You knew about all of this?" came Kyle's first sentence since I stepped
into the room. His eyes were now fuming with anger but his words were low
and held a hint of repulsion.

"I know you have a lot of questions and I am ready to answer all of
them. You have to admit that you wanted all of this and no one held a gun
to your head to do what you just did. You enjoy being dominated just like I
do. There isn't any point in denying it any longer if it brings you
pleasure and happiness. You don't have to pretend around me any longer" I
replied.

"What are you even talking about?" added Kyle.

Then I continued, "It's quite a long and intriguing story, depending on how
you choose to see it. I don't want you to give it more meaning than it
already has. It just is what it is. It happened and made me discover more
about myself than I already had about my sexuality. Three weeks after we
started dating, I suspected you had such similar feelings, but I dismissed
them. It was during one of my regular IM chats with Armando here that I
mentioned you as my boyfriend and he asked if you had similar feelings as I
do. I told him I strongly suspected it to be so and that I wasn't sure,
since you hadn't told it to me yet. He then promised to help me confirm my
suspicions if they were true. I asked him how and he said it was supposed
to be a surprise. It didn't take a genius to help me figure out why Armando
had decided to ask my father if he could visit America this week. I had
told him that you and I were spending the spring break together here. I can
see it didn't take long for him to complete that task"

"I don't understand what the hell you're talking about" screamed
Kyle. "What feelings are you talking about and what does Armando have to do
with those feelings?" I asked Kyle to calm down, unless he wanted my
parents as audiences to this conversation. I told him that I would tell him
everything that I thought he needed to know. Armando got up from the bed
and headed for the bathroom. He winked back at us and said he would be
cleaning himself up while we two lovebirds solved our marital issues.

I started to unfold my story to Kyle. "It was in the summer of my junior
year in college when my dad and Armando's dad started doing business
together. His dad exports cocoa beans from his farm to my dad's cocoa
factory for processing and refinement for further sales to other cocoa
product industries. As such, my dad was invited to Armando's dad's in
Ecuador so that he could have a look at the plantation and other conditions
that needed to be settled. My mom decided that it would be good for my dad
and me to embark on the trip together to enhance some father-son bonding
away from home. I was excited to go as well, since I hadn't ever been to
South America. My dad had no further option than to agree with both my mum
and I.

We, I mean my dad and I, arrived in Quito a week after the trip was planned
and we were welcomed at the airport by Mr. Reyes. I did not notice the tall
enchanting figure standing next to him at first, but as he stretched out
his hand to shake my dad and me vigorously, I realized that he was with
Mr. Reyes. He was introduced to us as Armando, Mr. Reyes' son. That was
when I started to notice every inch of his gorgeousness. The hair on his
head was nicely cut and styled then and he stood with every confidence in
his masculinity. His smile got a little wider while he and our parents
conversed, showing a bit of his perfectly white jewels that he called
teeth. His height and prominent muscles need not be mentioned as you can
attest to that yourself. Well the long and short of our first meeting is
that, Armando's gaze met mine and the soul I found behind that window
mellowed my own. Their farm was about fifty miles out of the city and as
long as the trip to their farm was, our parents never got out of
conversation. Armando and I just kept quiet in the backseat, trying our
best to avoid eye contact. Occasionally, I would shift myself in the seat
deliberately to get my hands to brush on the big firm thighs of Armando
that were outlined in his faded jeans. I felt as though he knew what I was
doing, but he never said a word till we reached the farm.

It was late when we arrived so my dad and I joined their family for dinner
and we were showed into our rooms and assured of a wonderful stay. Indeed,
to say the visit was a wonderful one is an understatement; at least for
me. I mean, I already knew that I was attracted to guys and was already out
to my family before that visit. Yet, it was during that visit that I got
the opportunity to explore and experiment most of the feelings that I had
towards men"

Kyle seemed to be so engrossed in what I was saying now and just kept quiet
as he listened intently and without flinching. I knew from then that he was
really ready now to hear the whole story. Part of it might be a little
difficult to roll off my tongue, considering I was telling it to my
boyfriend whom I loved deeply, but I had to gather up the courage to tell
everything to him in earnest and without holding any detail back. I
arranged myself into a more comfortable position, still facing Kyle. His
silence and outlook never changed for a moment.

"Well," I continued "My dad and I were given a tour of the farm in the
morning by one of the farmhands. I assumed he was the foreman in charge of
the whole farm. It was then that we discovered that the Reyes' didn't just
own a nine acre cocoa plantation, but about five acres of land also for
other farm produce plantations. They also owned some farm animals including
cattle, pigs, goats, and even horses. Farm dogs were also present. It was a
very huge property that, I can't even describe it as accurately as I would
like.

After that first day with my father on the farm tour, most of my remaining
mornings, afternoons, and sometimes evenings were spent without my dad. He
was always away on something business-like with Mr. Reyes. I always
wondered if the main purpose of my trip with my dad was accomplished in the
end.

Hence, I spent a lot of time with Armando for company and to get me
acquainted with the place. I thought he didn't like the task assigned to
him at first, but later on, I am sure he came to love it as much as I
did. We talked a lot about anything and everything, but sexual stuff never
seemed to cross any of our discussions. Armando's intimidating grip on my
feelings still lingered without reprieve. In fact, it became stronger as I
became quite acquainted with him. Everything about his life seemed to
command some form of respect and conviction.

The significant part started when Armando invited me somewhere on their
property that he said was hardly visited by many people. We went about half
a mile behind the farthest stables on the farm to find what looked like a
narrow stream of some sort. The water was very clean and I assumed it was
because the stream was hidden by rows of tall heavy trees. We had barely
arrived when Armando stripped to his birthday suit and stepped into the
fast flowing stream. After lowering himself into the cool water, he invited
me to shed my clothes as well and join him.

The weather was averagely warm and a cool relief would have been great
under the sun. So it was something else that kept me from doing as Armando
told me-not the cool water. He kept insisting and coaxing me to join him
but I was still hesitant. I realized that the full maleness in perfection
before me was what was keeping me from getting any closer to the water
body. I had seen him fully clothed and I was amazed, but seeing him naked
was another thing altogether. I was certain that my naked body in the same
pool of water with this perfection would be an embarrassment to natural
laws. It could even be called an abomination of nature. Armando kept on
insisting though. He had now resorted to calling me demeaning names because
I was shy to take off my clothes in front of another man. That immediately
did the trick. I started to pull my T-shirt off my head before I noticed
the erection that was building in my pants. `Too late', I thought to myself
and quickly whipped my pants off, stumbling into the water as quickly as I
could so that my man bulge would not be noticed.

Armando started waddling towards me saying that it wasn't fair that I had
my underwear on. I needed to be totally naked to join him in the stream, he
said. As he came closer with his entire figure towering over me, I had no
gut power to stop him. He just moved to me and removed my underwear without
me saying a word. I just watched in obedience and moved my legs when he had
to get the underwear off my ankles. He smiled at my erect dick and
continued back to his spot without a comment. He then brought up some
conversation that I can't even remember at the moment. All I know is that,
it lessened my tension, yet my mind was still fixated on my hard manhood
under the waters. We played in the water for a bit, even splashing the
water on each other. It felt good as we laughed and enjoyed the moment.

To my surprise, Armando brought up a rather awkward question about my
sexuality during one of those good laughs. I didn't see the point in lying
to him so I told him that I was gay. He didn't hesitate to tell me that he
was bisexual himself and that, one of his favorite clubs in the city was
actually a gay one. I confessed to him that I had never been in a gay club
and would have loved to go to this one if I were of age. He then answered
that he could get me into this one if I really wanted to go. Well, I was
excited that I would have the opportunity to see what a gay club was like
for the first time so I accepted. We agreed to go the following night since
that night, Wednesday night, was their special events' nights. The small
talk continued while we didn't make any more talks about sexual
stuff. Armando seemed comfortable to be in the position we were in and I
tried to mimic his relaxed state but I seemed to be failing. So after about
an hour and a half of skinny dipping and playing around in the cool waters,
I suggested we head back to the house.

The next day started a little brighter than usual as I was looking forward
to the activities of the evening. By 5pm, my dad and Armando's dad arrived
in the house and Armando informed them that we had an engagement out of the
house that evening. When my dad asked what kind of engagement, he simply
said we'd been invited to a party. I didn't know how to dress since it was
my first time to go to a gay club. I did a lot of mind samplings and
decided on a pair of tight jeans, a Lacoste T-shirt with a pair of leather
boots. I was relieved to see Armando dressed in a similar fashion when he
met me at my door-not to mention how well defined his abs and biceps looked
in his tight grey T-shirt.

We were in the city after about an hour and entered into a part that seemed
like a dark alley. There were people scattered around in the dark in pairs
mostly. At first, I thought the place looked seedy. I couldn't really make
out what they were doing, but it looked like they were all men. Armando
stopped at the end of the alley where many vehicles had been parked. The
place was lighted enough to see clearly. Just behind our car was a sign lit
in neon colors. It read, `AFRODISIACO'. My Spanish wasn't as good then, but
I managed to find the meaning as `aphrodisiac' from the sound of the word.

The doorman at the entrance only had a pair of leather pants on with small
nipple rings. His bare chest showed how big and hairy he was. I later came
to find out that such guys were called bears. Armando said something to him
in Spanish and showed him a card. They continued their conversation through
short laughter and heightening voices. Eventually, Armando shook the man's
hand to hide the rolls of cash he was handing to him in the process. This
was definitely his way of getting a minor into a gay club. It seemed wrong,
but my desire to experience my first gay night out overshadowed my sense of
right and wrong. When we got inside, we walked through a long dark hallway
where we could hear the sound of disco music and drunken men. The large
room we entered held these drunken men and boys, grooving to the music and
screaming on top of their voices. Armando shouted into my ear to have
whatever I wanted at the bar. `There are no age limits to any of the drinks
at the bar, once you are inside', He said. I quickly went to the bar for a
beer, but I realized that I needed Armando to translate my request to
Spanish for the bartender. As he stood there talking to the bartender, a
stout skinhead with a heavy set body and dressed like a leather cop
approached him and started a conversation with him. The `skinhead cop' kept
looking at me while chatting with Armando. Both men walked to me minutes
later as Armando handed me my beer and continued his conversation. I was
beginning to feel a little uneasy now since the `skinhead cop' still had
his attention on me. I decided to look away from them and see what was
going on around.

There were black leather sofas behind the dance floor with characteristic
guys in only leather jockstraps, kneeling between the legs of the guys'
sitting in the sofas. It was obvious that they were giving blowjobs. I also
noticed the same kind of guys kneeling in front of some of the guys on the
dance floor while delivering their special mouth services. They all looked
alike to me-twinky looking with what looked like dog collars attached to a
leash around their necks. I was still wondering why they were giving
blowjobs in public, dressed like puppies, when Armando tapped my
shoulder. I looked back to see that he was alone. He told me to come with
him if I was ready for the real party. So I took a long drink of my beer
and left it on the bar counter. I then followed him through a back door,
where he handed a card to another doorman, into a well-padded room.

I was stunned, to say the least, at what I saw inside. The room was a
little smaller and a lot warmer than the first one, it was barely lit to
permit vision, and there were many of the `leather puppies' kneeling in
rows in front of half-naked men who were only dressed in leather. The room
was filled with moans, screams, commanding voices, and the sound of leather
on skin. I am pretty sure that was why the room was padded-to muffle the
escaping sounds. The boys were doing all sorts of things for the men and to
the men while the men were also doing same to the boys. There were all
forms of extreme sexual fetishes going on, including the more somber
ones. Cock sucking, feet and armpit licking, nipple play, ass licking and
even ass fucking were the norms of the room. From the look of things, it
was the men in front who were leading the `twinky leather puppies' through
the acts. More like the ones in charge.

Armando turned to me smiling and asked what I thought. I told him the
truth. I was amazed beyond my fantasies, since that was my first sight of
that caliber. The boys appeared to be enjoying being controlled and told
what to do and the men had the evil look of satisfaction on their faces. We
walked behind the performers while we watched what was going on. Armando
explained to me that it was a sub-dom night and this was what goes on
during such nights. That was why I had seen the `twinky leather puppies'
early on in the first room, offering the more traditional services to the
clubbers. He told me that the `skin head leather cop', who was actually
called Damien, had come to ask him if I were participating in the night's
activities with him. He had told Damien that we were just there to be
onlookers for that night's events. No later had we started talking about
him than I spotted Damien behind one of our `little leather puppies' with
his left forearm entering and exiting the guy's arse hole easily. Just
then, Armando told me that Damien was an expert at fisting his subs. We
watched on as the `kinkfest' went on for the next hour and we headed back
to the main dance room for another round of beers.

For the rest of the night, we only watched and discussed what was going on
and what we had seen. After 3:00am and when we were both half drunk, we
stepped out of the club and started heading back to the farm. Our drive
back was almost a silent one until Armando blurted out that, Damien thought
I would be a good sub. He said the guy also thought that Armando would be
the right person to help me discover that side of me. I brushed him off and
told him that he was crazy if he thought that I would allow him do the
things they were doing to those boys to me. Nevertheless, I knew deep down
that I would love to try submitting my will to Armando's charm. He just
stared back at me with that taunting smirk of his in silence till we got
back.

Thankfully, everyone was in bed when we reached the house. Armando followed
me to my room without a word and locked the door behind him. The smirk was
once again painted on his face but deeper this time. Scared of what he
might say or do next, I headed for the bathroom to take a piss, but he
stopped me in my tracks and asked me to kneel, unzip his jeans, and take
his cock in my mouth so he could use me as his urinal. I froze in shock at
what he had just asked me to do. Yet I managed to mumble a few words to
stress how I thought he was perverted and sick in the head. He grabbed me
up by the front of my shirt collar, pulled me to him, and threatened to gag
me with his sweaty shirt and beat me up till I decided to do as he told
me. I could now smell his rage, his sweat, and his superiority as his nose
flared and his eyes narrowed in anger. I quickly surrendered. I said I
would do as I was told and there wasn't any need for violence.

`Good', he responded. I was on my knees gulping down spurts of urine before
I knew it. He let it flow slowly at the start but kept increasing the speed
of the flow. It tasted bitter in my mouth with every drop but the musky
scent I was drawing from his crotch into my nostrils was intoxicating
enough to keep me high. As the flow reduced to drops, I felt his cock
harden in mouth. He allowed me to go dispose of all our wastes and return
for the final task. I hurried to the bathroom and relieved my aching
bladder while taking advantage of the freedom to rinse my mouth with water
from the sink. The awful taste in my mouth reduced to a minimum after
that. Then looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I felt my own dick
erect to the thought of how a decent good looking boy like me, had been
reduced to a urinal for real men."

Kyle swallowed after a long jaw drop with a stare. I felt how astounded he
was and I must admit that I wasn't expecting any other reaction. I had hit
him with a side of me that he had never imagined existed. "Kyle," I finally
had the courage to let out "I know how you're feeling right now because I
felt that the first time myself. Nonetheless, am going to ask you...beg you
not to judge me until you've heard the whole story. I have been meaning to
tell you the whole truth but haven't found the courage to do so until
now. Partly because I assume you're having similar feelings. I love you and
it will mean a lot to me if I have your understanding."

Kyle still didn't flinch. All he said was "Go on."

So I continued. "Well, the next thing I knew, Armando was in the bathroom
pulling me by my shirt into the bedroom and into the bed. Without as much
as a word, he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulled
my underwear and jeans to my ankles, and turned me over. I couldn't resist
any of those under his strong motions. I just laid there blank
minded. Armando spread my arse cheeks apart and spat several times onto my
anal hole. I twitched and moaned as he started fingering my arse hole. I am
not going to lie to you; it felt awesome. At least, it was until he
unexpectedly shoved his spit-moistened rock hard cock into my anus like a
thunder bullet. I opened my mouth to scream in pain, but his broad palms
were already over my mouth to dampen the awakening sounds that were
emanating from my throat. He worked himself into me like it didn't matter
if he hurt me. My pain was not of this earth, I tell you. Soon he was all
the way inside me and he paused for me to catch my breath. Thirty seconds
passed and the pain was still searing through me. So we had to wait an
extra minute for me to get myself back under control. He slowly removed his
palm from my mouth and supported himself on his clenched fists. Oh, and
have I mentioned he was still fully clothed with only his cock out through
his opened zip.

He began thrusting his hips into me like a grinding machine, in slow
controlled motion. This time, I was immersing into pleasure with each
thrust. His moist cock head had found my `throne of lust' and I was melting
under him as his cock grazed over it. His pace didn't change even as I felt
him get close to his orgasm. Then seconds later, he was convulsing over me
while shooting his sperm into me, spurt after spurt. I actually felt his
release inside me. He slipped out of me almost immediately and asked me to
clean his slimy cock with my mouth. I obliged without hesitation, fearing
what might follow if I disobeyed.

The guy simply tucked his now clean dick back into his pants and zipped up,
leaving me cum dripping and alone in bed. My thoughts were running wild and
I was wallowing in the arousing thoughts of my recent rape. I was left with
no other option than to stroke myself to ecstasy. I used my hand to swab
some of the cum dripping from my backside and tugged on my cock for a
rewarding jerk off session. I gripped onto my shaft and begun stroking
away. My mind fantasized about being in the position of the `leather
puppies' as my pre cum flowed in rivers. I was becoming conscious of my
moaning and so had to stifle them slightly but the feeling was so swollen
that I couldn't help it. Man, was I spent after spewing ropes of my spunk
all over myself. That was the day I had my first taste of man seed. I
scooped a bit of my own spunk from my lower belly and put it in my mouth.
The taste was overpowering and was like nothing I had ever tasted. I lay in
my own pool of cum, reminiscing about the events of the night until I fell
asleep.

Ever since that night, I have been discovering certain submissive sides of
me that I've grown to enjoy so much and like Damien said, Armando has been
great in helping me adjust to each and every one of those feelings."

"and it's now your turn to start the learning and discovery of your own
submissive side, Kyle" said a naked Armando, who was now standing in the
doorway to the bathroom and basking in his pomposity and inflated ego.

...to be continued