GAY MALE; 'LIFE
WITH JOEY: Reunion #6: Transition' {Bud_83@hotmail.com}
Date: 8/10/2001
( MM, very brief sex) [ 6 | ? ]
WARNING: This is
a work of fiction. Any similarity to individuals, living or dead,
is purely coincidencidental. Do not read this story if you are
offended by man-to-man sex, abusive/offensive language. Do not
read if you are underage or it is prohibited according to the
laws governing the geographical location wherein you dwell. There
is brief sex between males; however, this episode will focus on
male-male relationships. There are degrading words and erotic
situations. There is unsafe sex practiced, and it is not adviced
to attempt this in real life. Stories are fun because there are
no real ramifications . . . Life isn't as forgiving. All
participants are consenting, even if they are fictitious. This
isn't in the same vein as the others episodes, but it follows my
plot notes. I did explain that there would be times when I would
switch genres and tone. This is one of them. Enjoy!
Copyright 2001 by Chet English. Permission is granted to Nifty
Archives to post one copy. No part may be copied, reproduced,
republished, or reposted without written permission from the
author.
LIFE WITH JOEY
REUNION #6: Transition
"Joey *?" Moses finally spat out my name. "You
mean Finch's little crack whore is Joey?"
As one, our heads swung to look in his direction. It was clear
that our heated sex had gotten Finch and Moses worked up as well.
Finch was pumping away at Moses' ass even as he cast disparaging
words at me.
"Fuck you! Moses. I don't do that shit!" It was a lame
rejoinder, I know, but I was tired.
Cole looked backward over his shoulder at Moses and said,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, PUSSY! JUST STAND THERE AND TAKE IT UP
THE ASS!"
That was all it took for Moses to muzzle himself.
As I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, my eyes heavy-lidded, I
watched Finch finish his fucking of Moses. Moses was getting red
splotches from the exersion and excitement of getting his ass
fucked. I started thinking that it was odd that he had such a
love-hate relationship with Finch, then I stopped myself when I
realized that people in glass houses shouldn't throw bricks.
Finch, for lack of any better descriptors, is a fuck machine. If
ever there were a person who was the embodiment of sex, it is
Finch. Every movement of his well muscled body is grace and
power. Every thrust of his hip proves his virility. Even now, in
the early Saturday morning hours, having had no sleep in about
twenty-four hours, having been sexually active or in a state of
arousal for much of the last eight hours, and having both used
another and been used as a sex object in that same eight hours,
Finch was going strong. He never missed a stroke as he pistoned
into Moses Riggs' bubblebutt. His bright red-gold hair lay damp
on his forehead. His eyes stabbed into mine as forcefully as he
stabbed his cock into Moses' ass. Once again, Finch grinned that
damned grin of his and then licked his lips as the pleasure of
his sex became more intense. He began to punctuate his jabs with
grunts to mark his rhythm. The cadence was erotic and, had I not
experienced my own orgasm just moments ago, I would find my penis
responding to the sight before me.
While Finch is sex personified, Moses is manly perfection. His
body is sculpted iron. From an early age, his father, Coach
Riggs, trained him to be the perfect jock. And, while I thanked
him for that particular bit of foresight, I had to wonder at what
it was that the coach had been striving for. While his son was a
virtual feast for the eyes, he didn't have his shit together in
the personality side. To pinpoint it further, Moses was one mixed
up muther. Evidently, a long-time closet sitter, Moses has been
engaging in homosexual activities since he was a teenager (by his
own admissionsort ofin episode 3). Yet, his projected
lifestyle is that of a macho-pussy-hound. Now, since Finch and I
had fallen into his clutches, I've come to discover that he has
been using his position as a city police officer to bring male
suspects/detainees out to this old barn to coerce them into
having sex with him. Since they were too embarassed by the acts
they performed (or enjoyed them too much) no one formal charges
had been brought against him. Moses had set up a little sex-den
out in the country where he could live out his dual life. And,
so, I am here, watching as Moses is being fucked by Finch. Having
had that pleasure once this evening, I know exactly what Moses is
feeling at this point. His eyes are downcast, not daring to look
into anyone else's face. (Out of fear of seeing his desires
reflected maybe?) His grunts of pleasure are nearly pushed from
him every time Finch sheaths his cock to the hilt in Moses'
chute. I think it highly erotic to hear their grunts of pleasure
expell in unison as they fuck.
It doesn't take long for Finch and Moses to reach their climaxes.
It seems that Cole's and my performance inspired their current
session. I hadn't noticed or even thought of their existance
while Cole and I were occupied, but now, it was evident that we
had sparked off this new fuck. The last I had seen, Moses had
been cuffed with his hands behind Finch so that he had his back
and ass pressed against Finch's chest and crotch. Finch had been
strung up so that his hands were above his head. So, I don't know
how he managed it, but he had somehow manuvered his cock into
position and slid it home in Moses' more than willing hole.
Seeing them in this position sparked another intense pang of
jealousy. I know I shouldn't be feeling this for Finch,
especially after all the shit he had put me through in school,
but as I have stated on many occations, I am a headcase. Even so,
the spectacle before me was drawing to its own inevitable climax.
Finch fucked and Moses returned the thrusts. The were a, please
forgive the pun, well-oiled machine. Add the facts they are
physically perfect and oh-too-easy-on-the-eyes handsome to behold
with their position and state of captivity (which exposed both
vulnerablity and masculinity) and I was deep in the throes of
lust!
Their primordal thrusts concluded as Moses ejaculated both a
stream of semen and an emense cry of sexual release. Quickly
followed by Finch's internal release up Moses' ass and his own
exclamations of delivery. A state of sexual satiation suffused
the silence of the old barn as the four of us slowly decended
from our libidinous highs. Breathing and pulse rates returned to
normal; blood flow resumed its normal course; bodys began to feel
the post-coital lethargy imposed by nature. One of the first laws
of physics learned is that for every action, there is an equal
and opposite reaction. We had climbed to the pinnacle of pleasure
through intimate physical activity, now we had to pay for it by
sinking to the depths of propitiated physical inactivity.
Cole lay beside me, gently stroking my body with his strong hands
for fifteen minutes. Then, breaking the "golden
moment", he announced that he and Moses had to get back to
their respective stations. Their shifts were nearing their ends.
Moses merely lifted his head from where he had been leaning back
against Finch's shoulder. Finch was looking over at Cole and I on
the cot, his face an unreadable mask.
Not moving from my position, I grabbed Cole's hand as it rubbed
my stomach and asked, "What are Finch and I going to do
about clothes?"
Cole looked over at Moses who had a sudden sheepish look on his
face. "You brought them out here naked? What the fuck were
you think . . . ." Cole's voice trailed off before he
finished the obvious statement. "Where did he pick you two
up?" Cole directed his question to me.
"We were still in the 4-H building, . . . uhm . . . ."
I trailed off, not knowing how to proceed.
Cole just looked at me and then nodded. "Alright, so your
clothes are there?"
"Yeah, . . . ," I began.
"But . . . ?" Cole lead me on when it appeared I was
withholding something.
"Well, my clothes were sort of torn up . . . ," again,
I trailed off.
"Torn up?" Cole stared intently at me, then,
thankfully, offered his own answer. "I guess it would have
been with all of us grabbing at the stuff you were
throwing."
I let the "all of us" slide and remained slient, hoping
that Cole would accept that as agreement with him. It seemed to
work.
"Oh," I interjected, "Ray was going home to get me
some of his clothes to wear. He was going to meet me back at the
building around 4 or so. He's either going to be worried or
really pissed."
"Or both," Finch supplied.
Cole looked over at Finch at that point.
"What about you, where are your clothes? You weren't
stripping . . . ." Cole left his statement unfinished.
"Finch was buck-naked and fucking Joey's ass is where his
clothes are!" Moses supplied. "I caught them fucking on
the floor in the john!"
Cole's head swung to look at Moses, then quickly over to me. Not
wanting to meet his gaze, I looked at the floor.
Cole's stare never left me as he continued, "You caught them
fucking in the restroom?"
"Yeah! Funniest damned thing you ever saw! Finch was
standing and had Joey on his . . . ," Moses rambled.
"I don't want to hear it!" Cole cut him off. "I
guess it's a stupid question to ask if you called it in."
Moses' mouth hung, suspended and open, "Uhh, . . . ."
Cole just shook his head. "So, What we've got here is a situation.
I take it no one here is going to go anywhere with any of this,
are you?"
He continued staring at me and then directed his attention to
Finch. We each shook our heads to show the negative.
"You fucked up, Moses!" Cole continued. "Damn, if
any of this got out, it would mean our badges, our reputations, .
. . Fuck! Near-abouts every damned thing we've got would be
ruined! Ray isn't stupid. If he got anxious, he might have called
this in. We could be fucked!"
I could see where Cole was thinking this out. Ray was a witness,
of sorts. Cole didn't know the whole story, yet. I had to spill
the story so that things wouldn't escalate.
"Cole," I got his attention, "there's more . . .
." I told him what had happened. I explained the events as
best as I could. I assured him that no one was going to talk
about any of this. He still didn't look pleased when I had
finished.
"So, you were assaulted . . . raped . . . by four men, then
had consensual sex with one of the assailants, were caught in the
act by an officer of the law, abducted by said officer and
brought here, where I found you . . . ." he ended, shaking
his head. "Un-fucking-believable!"
I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Cole put his hand
beneath my chin and forced me to face him.
"Are you alright? Are you sure you don't want to press
charges?" I was taken-aback by his concern.
"No, how could I? It would drag way too many people down.
Besides, I did go along with it after it started. As they say, you
can't rape the willing."
Cole looked at me, the concern still there. He got up and began
dressing.
"Hey, Cole, untie me so I can get dressed too." Moses
said.
Cole turned slightly, keeping his head down as he buttoned his
shirt, then turned back, ignoring Moses.
"C'm-on! You gotta let me loose!" Moses began to panic.
Cole just let him lose it. When he finished dressing, he walked
over to where Finch and Moses were strung up and without any
warning, punched one and then the other in the face. They were
clearly dazed and blood sprouted from Finch's split lip. Moses
would have a shiner for certain. Neither man dared say anything.
Cole stormed over to me and I thought about drawing up my arms to
protect my face, but decided against it. Cole reached me and put
out his hand to help me stand. I accepted and was lifted to my
feet more than anything of my own doing.
"Joey, I can't tell you what to do, but I think you're
making a mistake."
"Thanks for your concern, but think about this logically. If
I say anything, it would ruin you AND ME, along with the others,
as well as seriously fuck with our families' reputations, and all
of that. I'm not going to put everybody through that just because
things got out of hand for a while."
"'GOT OUT OF HAND FOR A WHILE'! Joey, you've got a flare for
understatement." Cole's surprise still had him in its grip.
"Cole, it started out bad, but got better. Look, I was a
willing participant, as you fully know." I let the obvious
sink in.
Slowly, Cole's temper began to fade. He realized that what I was
saying was true. If anything came out, it wouldn't just ruin the
seven men, it would destroy our families as well.
"Cole, I could have put a stop to a lot of what went on
tonight. I didn't. You, Moses, Finch, me, we all made decisions
here tonight that sort of make us un-easy allies. You can't
report Moses without incriminating yourself. Moses definately
isn't going to say anything, as it appears he's been doing this
for a while. Finch can't say anything because of how this all
began. And, I'm not going to say a word about it. There is no
way."
Cole continued to look at me, but released my chin from where he
had been holding it. He sighed, "You're sure about this
then?"
I nodded. I could tell he was struggling with some inner demon,
but that is a battle he has to fight.
Cole turned back to Moses and Finch at that point, "We all
owe Joey our fucking lives! You assholes had better remember
that!" He proceeded to release Moses and then Finch. They
remained cowed and Finch moved over toward me. As he did, Cole
moved to block him. Not about to pass this mountain of a man,
Finch looked around him at me.
"Joey, I'm sorry about all of this . . . . I . . . I . . . .
Thanks for . . . ." He couldn't go on, but it was clear that
he was working through something as well. Shit was definately
changing.
Moses, I noticed, kept his head down and quickly dressed. When he
had finished, he turned off the lantern and moved over toward the
doors to leave.
"HOLD IT!" Cole's voice was unavoidable, his intent
unmistakable. "YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY AS WELL!"
Moses stopped as if someone had nailed his shoe to the floor. He
turned slowly to look at Cole then over at me.
"Thanks, Joey."
His words came out like those of a child forced to make an
apology, but clearly not apologetic. Cole didn't let it slide.
"YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD! JOEY COULD NAIL YOUR SPINELESS ASS
TO THE WALL AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS "thanks, joey" LIKE
SOME FUCKING THREE-YEAR-OLD! YOU ARE FUCKING PATHETIC! NOW, GET
YOUR ASS OVER THERE AND APOLOGIZE LIKE A MAN AND SHOW SOME
FUCKING RESPECT!"
Moses clearly didn't like being talked to in this manner, but he
did as he was told.
"Thank you, Joey. I'm sorry that I did anything to hurt you,
and you're a great guy for taking it so well; I owe you."
Well, what did I expect? It wasn't exactly something one can
really set right with words. Cole looked at me and I half-smiled
at him, grateful for his efforts. He nodded at me and then said,
"THAT'S BETTER! NOW, YOU HAD BETTER REMEMBER THIS FOR A LONG
FUCKING TIME, ASSFUCK!" He readjusted his tone and spoke
once more to me, "Joey, you and Finch (he didn't hide his
anger when he said Finch) stay here and I'll get some clothes for
you and bring them back. There'd be no way to take you to town
without risking someone seeing you and asking way too many
questions."
"Okay, we'll stay here and wait; I mean, what else can we
do?"
He accepted that and with a wave, pushed Moses toward the door,
"LET'S GO, FUCKER!"
They left the barn, and I realized that Finch and I were alone
again. The silence was harsh in my ears. Finch had not moved from
where Cole had stopped him. I stared at him as he stood in the
now shadow-filled barn. The little light that there was was
streaming through the cracks between some of the planks of wood
which formed the sides of the barn. In the grayness broken
occationally by golden dust motes, Finch still caused my stomach
to tighten. I was standing beside the cot, Finch was ten feet
away and still looking at the door where Moses and Cole had made
there exit. I guess he felt me staring at him again, or else his
own thoughts returned to the notion that we were here alone.
He didn't make a move, he only stared. I wasn't comfortable with
his gaze, so I broke contact and looked down.
"Don't . . . ," he began, "don't look away."
I moved my eyes back to his. I couldn't make out his features as
clearly, but it seemed that his stare was even more intense.
"I . . . I want to look at you." I had never heard this
tone from Finch. He seemed unsure, it was not a tone either of us
seemed comfortable with. "I want you to look at me when I
look at you. Will you?"
I went goosebumps at his request. This was a definate turning
point. Whistles, buzzers, flares, nitroglycerin . . . any one
could have gone off and I wouldn't have noticed. That electric
jolt was back, leaping between our eyes. It only ceased when
Finch broke contact to caress my body with his eyes. I kept my
eyes on him, watching him look at me. He made his way from my
face, down my neck and shoulders, over my chest and abdomen,
lingering at my crotch, then again moving lower down my legs to
my feet.
"Turn around for me." It was a husky whisper, filled
with emotions I couldn't begin to decipher.
I slowly turned my back to him. I felt totally exposed and
vulnerable in that moment. I imagined several scenarios in my
mind of what was going on behind me: Finch being turned on; Finch
setting me up for some new fall; Finch and Finch and Finch and
Finch . . . each idea passing quickly from desire to paranoia and
back again. I jumped slightly when I heard the floorboard creak
behind me and felt his rough finger tips sliding up my arms. Then
he was there against me, breathing heavily in my ear. Running his
fingers gently up and down my arms, whispering . . . .
"I meant what I said . . . ."
I waited.
"I meant what I said about being sorry . . . ," again
he paused.
Again, I waited in silence.
"And, about having made plans . . . permanantly," he
finished.
I must have taken a deep inhalation because he drew stiff against
me and then started to push away. I quickly reached behind me and
pulled him back.
"Don't . . . ," it was my turn to pause.
He drew me hard against him and his arms encircled me. I turned
to face him.
Before I was completely chest to chest, his lips were on mine. He
squeezed me so tightly it forced the air from me. I returned the
embrace and gripped him as strongly. Our mouths began to slowly
open to one another as our kiss grew deeper until it was hopeless
and we had to release to catch our breaths.
We stood mutely staring into each other's eyes, still holding the
other tightly. Although intensely erotic, we remained flaccid.
Finch rotated us and began to sit, pulling medown on the cot with
him. We didn't stop at a seated position, however, and continued
until we were lying entwineda mass of arms and legs.
I'm not sure when we fell asleep, nor what caused me to awaken,
but when I awoke, Finch and I were still wrapped in one another's
arms. He looked angelic in repose (yes, a cliché, but true
nonetheless.) I was so caught up in the sight and feel of him
that it only slowly dawned on me that he has watching me watch
him. I gave a sheepish grin at being caught. He laughed a rich
laugh that shook us both. Then, although I knew it would end the
moment, I said that I needed to releave myself. He released me,
reluctantly, and I moved to get up. Suddenly, he bolted up-right
and said he had to go too. So, together, we made our way to the
door of the barn. I peeked outside and saw that it was definately
later in the day, mid-afternoon or later. I wondered what had
happened to Cole and our clothes. I briefly thought that Cole
might be in trouble, but discounted that because there would
probably have been someone sent to get Finch and me were there
any problem. The road was deserted; and, if you have ever been
out in the country on a gravel road, you would know that you can
hear any cars or trucks coming long before its driver could see
you. Emboldened by this knowledge, I grabbed Finch's hand pulled
him toward a row of tall bushes so we could piss. He dropped my
hand and put his arm around my shoulder instead, so I put mine
around his as well. It seemed "right" as we walked this
way. It was masculine and easy and full of cameraderie.
However, I must admit to being somewhat taken-aback when Finch
suggested, "Let's hold each other's cocks as we piss."
Actually, I was a bit more than surprised. It was such a juvenile
thing to suggest, but I laughingly agreed to the idea. So, there
we were, naked as the day we were born, pissing and holding each
other's dicks while doing so.
Finch finished first and I shook him to make certain the last
drops fell to the ground.
"You're playing with it," Finch grinned his grin at me.
"What?" I stammered.
"My dick, you shook it more than twice. You're playing with
it."
At that point, I finished my own piss and he began shaking my
penis. We laughed, but neither of us stopped shaking the other's
dick. The inevitable was occuring, our dicks began filling with
blood. We continued our handjobs for a few more minutes until we
heard the distinct sound of gravel being displaced by an
approaching vehicle. We looked at one another and Finch said,
"I'll race you!" No sooner had he said it than he let
go of my stiff prick, bumped me with his hip to throw me off
balance, and began a dash for the barn.
"You shit!" I exclaimed and shot after him. We laughed
like a couple of kids as we hit the barn doors together. I ran
track as a sprinter/hurdler and field man (high jump, long jump,
and pole vault); Finch was a miler and also a field man (long
jump and high jump), so it was no problem for me to catch him. We
barely got inside before the truck zoomed by, kicking up dust.
We made our way back to the cot, whereupon I noticed that there
were two sets of clothes neatly piled on top of a plastic box
beside the cot.
"Fuck!" I thought I had only thought it, but,
evidently, it got passed the censors.
"What?" Came Finch's question to my explative.
He followed my gaze, but didn't seem to see anything out of the
ordinary.
"The clothes are here," I said.
"So?"
"So, that means that Cole was here . . . ," I
continued, lamely.
"So, . . . ?" Finch wasn't seeing my point.
"So, . . . ? So it means that he saw us. You know, . . .
together."
Finch stared at me like I had another head growing from my
shoulders. "So what." He shrugged and, again, pulled me
toward the cot.
Not to be deturred, I continued, "So, he SAW us
TOGETHER!" I repeated.
Finch was getting a bit annoyed at this point, "SO WHAT!
Cole has already SEEN us naked!" He looked at me steadily,
then added as an after-thought, "AND HAVING SEX! Granted, it
wasn't with each other, but . . . . Damn, Joey, he made you suck
his dick and then he fucked you, among other things!"
I thought I detected an note of bitterness in his voice at that
last statement. "Yeah," I said meekly, "but, that
was different."
"Different? How different?" I had confused him.
"Well, that was sex. He saw us, you know," I struggled
on how best to say it.
"No, . . . Tell me."
"He saw us lying together on the cot . . . ." Finch
just looked at me and nodded.
"He saw us all wrapped up together and NAKED ON THE
COT!" I managed to say as I freaked out.
"So? So Cole saw us sleeping naked on the cot. So,
what!" Finch shrugged again.
"So, he'll . . . ," I stopped myself before I said it,
luckily.
Finch's expression said I should go on.
"Never mind," I tried to get out of it gracefully.
"No! Say it. He'll . . . ?"
"I was going to say, 'He'll think we're fags,' but
then I realized how lame that is. Thanks for making me say it out
loud!" I said rather petulantly.
I could tell that Finch was enjoying my discomforture. His grin
widened and he suddenly burst out laughing at me. I couldn't help
but join in. He wrapped his arms around me and wrestled me about
as we laughed. Finally, he pulled me to the cot and there were no
more objections, no more recriminations, no more inhibitions as
we began exploring one another in earnest.
Okay, this sort of flew out, so NOW, I'm going to take a brief
hiatus from writing. Rest assured there are at least three more
installments coming as soon as I can get them out.
WHAT WENT ON BEFORE . . . "Joey *, you're too fucking much,
man."