Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 14:28:03 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: ROAD TRIP Cash'n'Dash The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life. "ROAD TRIP: Cash'n'Dash" wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "At least one of us is happy." "Give me a break, Roberto. You mean to tell me, swallowing Adam's protein drink, plus working him up to parting with it, didn't give you a thrill?" "Yeah, okay. I admit it. He was hot." "Hot is not the word. More like steamy." "Is that how your cock felt, up his ass?" "Jealous, Roberto?" I knew he would make that face, looking like a kid, being served up a platter of broccoli. "I can't see how you find it so repulsive," I rendered to him, then gloated, "Yep, felt really awesome having my cock up Adam's chute!" "Um, better than my chute?" I stopped my tapping of fingers, on the steering wheel, to the tune I whistled, non-audible, it disguised as my thinking. "Get serious, will you?" I then offered. "I am being serious, Anthony." "And I'm being serious back, okay?" Looking at me, with those puppy dog eyes, catching as much glancing at them, with keeping my eyes on the road, well... I just had to pull over. "What's the matter Anthony?" "This!" Not even keying the ignition off, only setting the brake, I keeled over, catching Roberto's head in my hand, forcing my lips on his. "Nice," he commented, but still had his point to make, "but doesn't convince me." "Um, there's no bushes around, so I can't prove that to you, til we get to the Hyatt." For the next ten minutes, all I heard is how Roberto's ass was aching for me to be in it. "Hey! Wait a minute." "What?" I asked Roberto. "Back up. I think some hot guy was thumbing for a ride." "He was. Only one problem," I mentioned. "What?" "He's on the other side of the road?" "Oh yeah. Hee heee... I guess that does make a difference." However, as I continued, I caught his cute ass in the mirror. "I can't believe it." "What?" Roberto asked me. "Um, nothing... nothing." "Don't think that I didn't snag `you' looking, Anthony." I smiled over at him. "Well, this being all new to me, it's like I'm really taking notice." "Oh really, Anthony? Like you never read a gay magazine?" "So, we're back to that are we?" He had to reopen the issue, along with the glove compartment. "Let's see what else interested you in here?" "Come off it. Put it back." I tried grabbing the Genre away from his hands. "Will you watch where you're going?" For now he called the shots. The traffic had picked up, two on-coming cars whizzing by us, which meant we had returned to civilization. For now I let him stick his nose into the magazine. "Hey, this is interesting." "What is?" "They have this big story on shaving." "Oh? What do they have to say about it?" "Anthony, didn't you read it?" "Nah," I joked. "I just looked at the pictures!" "Oh? You talking about the hot ChokerZ guy?" "Where?" I bent a little out of my seat to get a look, but he shut the magazine. "Watch the traffic, Anthony!" "Oh. Sorry." I got a sly grin back, along with him opening the Genre back up. "Wow! They want two hundred and fifty bucks for a nickel-plated razor. What's the difference?" "Between that and what?" "A disposable?" I had to laugh. "You're kidding me, right?" "Why? Do you use a nickel-plated razor?" "No, but I do shave with a double-edged." "And?" "It's different." "In what way?" "You have to experience it. It's different." "Hmm." "What?" "It doesn't say anything in here about shaving your balls." "Do they show a guy shaving his balls?" "Nope. Only a guy gliding the razor down his cheek." "Face or ass?" Okay, so I `asked' for the sucker punch to the arm. "I think when we get to your place, we should check out this website, artofshaving.com." "My place? It's yours now too, pal." Silence prevailed. "What are you thinking about, Roberto?" His mind wasn't on the Genre magazine. "I just thought of something." "Oh? What's that?" "I'm going to have to get a job, only..." "Only what?" "Anthony, is it alright if I don't get a job fixing cars?" "Sure. What else can you do?" "Um," he gave me a weird smirk, "nothing?" "You can't not know anything else, Roberto. There's got to be something else you are good at doing or at least interest you?" So, I led myself into this next one. "Um, I can give great blow jobs!" I pulled over. This time, instead of a cow pasture, it was a small convenience store. "Look, we're a couple now. That life is behind you now." "What about what we did for Adam?" I grew curious. "Now that you mention it, just exactly why did you encourage him and I?" "Me? It wasn't only me Anthony." "You instigated it. Like your brother, you put on this dominant act, making Adam surrender." "And you're not glad of that, Anthony. You can't possibly tell me now, that you regret taking Adam's virgin ass." "Um, no, but there is one thing that irks me." "What's that?" "Why did you even encourage it in the first place? We're a couple, lovers... lovers, meaning two. Not three." "You object to Adam, you and I having sex together." "I'm not singling out you, Adam or myself. Yeah, sure it felt good fucking him, knowing I was driving his cock deeper down your throat." "Cool!" "I didn't say that, for your benefit." "But you did it for me, right? You know how much I love taking a man's cock down my throat, taking his seed right into my stomach?" I thought about it. Roberto is turning into a cum-guzzler. But that wasn't the point I was making. "You know what was cool, too?" "What?" I let Roberto speak his mind. I can't say that all this wasn't making my balls churn. "Adam's balls." "You like the taste of his balls more than mine?" I couldn't let the opportunity pass. I know it was a get-even tactic, for Roberto comparing Adam's ass chute to his. "No. I mean, Adam's balls smelled good. I wanted to suck them, but like him, I was too busy working on his stiff cock." "Oh, so then you really can't compare." "Not really, Anthony. Well, not with Adam's balls at least." I knew Roberto `could' comment. After all, Adam's balls were `right-there', his meaty crotch right in his face. How could he miss his balls? No, he was playing it safe, being sweet, so he didn't have to confess that Adam's balls, by comparison, had been bigger.I thought of another way of putting it. "Oh then, are his balls bigger than some other guy's balls that you `earned' sucking?" "That was a cheap shot, Anthony. I did what I had to do. You don't think I wanted to stay pent up in that one dog town the rest of my life, do you?" "Well, I..." "Besides, I thought `you' were the one that mentioned for me to put this behind me." "Yes, but..." "Did you or did you not say, we're a couple now?" "I did say we are, but..." "Then why did you bring up the past, if you want me to forget about it?" I could see where this was going. Our first spat, leading up to the big one. So I backed off. With his arms folded across his chest, he looked out the window, at nothing in particular. I could see I really had him pissed off at me. Rubbing his dark, hairy forearm, I replied, "Look, I'm sorry." Not a flinch. "You're right. I did say you should put your past behind you." Unresponsive. With the steering wheel once again tearing at my torso, I continued my surrendering, "I'm happy that I could be the one to take you away from all that." Gaining composure of himself, he asks, "Anthony, I hope you forgive me for what I did to you?" "Let's not get hooked on that subject again. I've already communicated to you Roberto.." He unfolded his arms, allowing me to take the left in my embrace. I picked up his chin from sagging to his tee shirted chest, "Remember what I said about things not happening without a reason?" "I remember, but you went through all that torture and..." "And every bit of it was worth it." By the look on his face, I knew he thought I was crazy. "Really? Which part? With Miguel or the two thugs?" "All of it." Once again, I softly caressed his lips with mine. "Thanks. I'm so lucky to have you Anthony." I smiled. "And I'll try not to bring up the past anymore. How about a slurpie?" He looked at my crotch. "Not `that' kind!" We both laughed at Roberto's joke. Our laughter died, as we entered the Cash'n'Dash. "Strawberry or Coconut?" Not hearing a response from Roberto, I turned to look behind me. I shook my head, grinning. His head turned, down the aisle, watched some young guy quickly tag a dozen jars of spaghetti sauce, with his ticket gun. I mentioned, nudging Roberto's arm, "He's fast!" "Sure is," Roberto answered back Not looking at me, but instead at the guy, I'm sure, the small crack of ass showing, his pants hiking down over his butt, when he squatted, had been the focal point of his stare. "I thought you found ass `repulsive'?" Catching his attention, he turned his attention towards me, stole the cup out of my hand and engaged the slurpie machine. When he had finished, he accused me of being the guilty one! Taking our drinks over to the cash desk, we waited. And waited. Finally, Roberto yelled out, "Anyone here?" Of course, we both knew only one person tended the shop. "Be right with you!" we heard bellow out from the spaghetti sauce aisle. Roberto and I looked at each other, smiling. The frontal assault was entirely different than the rear. "Will there be anything else?" He asked. I had a dirty thought on my mind, but kept it to myself. "Um, yeah," Roberto replied. I wondered if he wanted one of the Otis Spunkmeyer muffins, sitting in front of us, on the little plastic rack. "Um, you're button's undone." The young man looked to the same place I did, where Roberto already had been looking and reported it to him, an inch above his beltline. Good thing we stood on opposite sides of the counter. My cock started pusating, upon seeing his bellyhole, dark hair swirling around it. "Um, thanks," He told Roberto. "You're welcome." Perhaps Roberto knew more about these `head games', which helped decipher from which side of the fence a guy was from and which way his gate swung. "You sell condoms here?" "Sure. Um, what size?" "What size you have in stock?" "Well, there's small, medium, large and extra large." We didn't need any condums, but I suppose it had been Roberto's means by which to get someone into conversation. "Is there really a big difference bertween medium and small?" I laughed my ass off, when the guy asks, "Are they for you or him?" I could see Roberto, the gears in his head turning, trying to fabricate the means by which to get even with the clerk, who incidentally, couldn't possibly be older than us. He had to be a coupla years younger, at least. Though, I thought Roberto two or three years older. I'd be in the poorhouse, if I had the job as a guy at the carnival, guessing ages. "Why don't you `show him' Anthony, so he can tell you what size!" I stopped laughing. I know I turned red. My face felt hot. Here, my lanky lover had embarrassed the pants off me. Well, not yet at least, but his joke had that intention. Behind the counter, the guy gulped, his adam's apple showing it, before he replied, "Um... I could do that. It's not like... um... I haven't done that before... you know?" Roberto smiled at him, as if he realized they communicated silently, on the same wavelength. He smirked back, shrugging his shoulders. "Only a suggestion, but hey," he relaxed, "if you guys aren't that way, then I guess I owe you an apology." "Well, are you going to embarrass the guy, Anthony?" He's doing it to me again, acting like his dominating brother, prodding me on with his vocal attitude and like a dummy, I'm picking up on all his leads! "Um, you've done this before you say?" "Sure. One time this high school kid comes in here. Before he says two words, he has his pants split down the middle, his cock fished out and asks me, point blank, `What size do you think I need?'." Roberto and I look at each other and smile, more from the way the guy said it, as if springing a joke on us. "And so?" Roberto wanted to know. I did too! "Um, ah, well... y'see..." We realized then, that our inquiring minds had forced the issue, more about our curiosity with which way his gate swung, as he turned beet red, stuttering. "I think we get the picture." Maybe Roberto did, but I wanted to hear the full story from his lips. Right now my cock begged to hear the next chapter! "Yeah, you don't have to clue us in," I assured him, lying through my teeth. Then we looked at each other again, as if the clerk showed disappointment.That `Miguel-attitude' suddenly kicked in. Though this time, it wasn't Roberto projecting it! "Okay. Out with it!" The guy wouldn't shut up. Did we mind? "Okay, you see, he has his pants unbuckled, unzipped, down to his ankles. Damn the guy was so excited!" Who's excited? "Yeah, and?" I prod. "Oh yeah, so I'm like staring at his crotch, wanting to see what he's got pent up inside his briefs. I mean, this is a high school kid I'm talking about... a seventeen year old." This time, Roberto jabbed him, "Want to get to the point?" "Oh yeah, so he's got this big wad of meat bulging," the guy used his hands to describing the high schooler's crotch, as if talking about a wad of pizza dough. "Bulging?" Roberto asks, as he licks his lips. "You want to get to your point?" Both Roberto and the clerk offered me a `sorry'. "Oh yeah, so I tell him I need to see it, in order to gage what size condom. So, you know what he asks?" "What?" both of us respond. "The nerve of the guy. He tells me.. I mean really tells me, like directs, no more like `orders' me to pull his briefs down. Did you ever hear of such bullshit?" `Oh yes', I respond, if only in my mind. "So, did you do it?" The clerk remained silent, as if trying to decide on how to answer Roberto's question. "Sort of." "Sort of?" I question. "Yeah, well not before um... damn it! Forget it! I don't believe I'm standing here, telling two strangers about this. Sorry guys, if I sound like I'm from outer space!" How could he do this to me? Here, my cock is swelling in my pants, my balls churning and he has the nerve to break off his story at the climax! I didn't question my feelings at the time. More than anxious, more than annoyed, more than anygry... I was pissed! The attitude consumed my being. I didn't think why. I only wanted to hear the rest of the story... well, not me personally, but the shaft-driven emotion, making me want to know the outcome. "Oh yeah? Well if you don't get talking, boy, you'll be on your knees, your tongue gaging how big my cock is!" "Wow!" Roberto replied, backing away from me. The clerk's eyes bulged, the whites of them, showing like saucers. He had two palms placed on the counter, leaning over, his eyes gaging up my bulging crotch already. As if fully aware, Roberto states, "He wants your cock, Anthony." Wasn't it only an hour ago, we chatted in the car, about devotion, two guys devoted to each other and nixing the third, at the time, Adam Steel? Now here we are again, Roberto goading me on. "No!" I flatly responded. "Oooooh," the clerk whimpered. "Now you've gone and done it, Anthony!" I was flustered. What was I to think? The statement I made about him getting on his knees and `gaging up the size of my cock', well it was a joke. Apparently not to all. Roberto began interrogating him, questioning, "Is that what the high school jock did? Had you get on your knees and look at his cock?" "Un-huh," the clerk responded. Not taking his eyes off of my crotch, his hands still partially suspending his chest over the counter, abling him to take in the view. "He make you pull down his briefs?" "Un-huh," the clerk replied. As if hypnotized, he answered Roberto, with no guff. "And did you find out the size by taking his teen cock in your mouth and sucking on it?" He didn't verbally answer, but nodded up and down. By now, everybody's chips were out on the table. "Um, yeah and....." "Let me guess," Roberto began talking, as if he knew all about the subject, lending his expertise. Both of our attention spans were seized by his summing up the situation, "you sunk to your knees, took hold of his briefs, parked them under his balls, then gulped down his cock?" "Yeah. That's exactly what I did. How did you know?" I ventured to say, "Takes one to know one?" To take up the lull in our conversation, two guys entered the store, joggers. They looked sweatily delicious. One pulled two Gatorades from the fridge. The three of us looked, as he lifted his shirt up, reached for the strap around his chest, unzipped it and pulled out a five. "Looks like more than your five interests them, John." The one, whom we knew as John now, looks at his friend. "More than my five, Jake?" His friend, that's whom we assumed he was, stood there at 6'2, wide shouldered, tank top clinging to his washboard abs. Walking to the counter, he says to the clerk, "I had a feeling about you boy." Taking a book of matches, he writes something down, pushing it across the counter, purposefully nudging it against him, just under his belt buckle. "Yeah," he remarked again, affirming his notion, as he felt something hard against his knuckles, "got a real good feeling about you boy. You call this number tonight, at nine o'clock sharp." "But I'm going to the movies with my friends." I don't know why, but watching this big, muscled guy talk down to the clerk, was making my balls churn like crazy. Good thing the magazine rack was there in front of me. "Yeah? Cancelled!" He said, as if his parent. The clerk gulped. "What's yer name, boy?" "Alvin," he gulped, then added, "Sir". "Alvin? A fuckin' sissy's name. Tonight when you show up at the dungeon party, you'll answer to `boy'. you got that?" "Um," he gulped, eating up the apparent dominant top's words, "sure." "What'd you say, boy?" "I mean. Ya-yes Sir." "You'll be punished for that boy." "Yes, Sir." "Um, excuse me, but do you have these dungeon parties often?" I was standing there, only about a foot away from this `tall sir'. If I had been in a position of being more discreet with Roberto, I would have leaned in and asked, `What the fuck you doing?' But no, the wall of muscle separated us. I wondered what recourse would follow, as he turned his back to me, his face towards my lover. He stood there, eyeing Roberto up and down. I started to get nervous for him, even though he kept his cool. As I said before, sometimes Roberto will talk like his brother, regardless of the outcome. "Um, excuse me Mr. Sir, but he didn't mean anything by that," I finally butted in. As quickly as he turned towards Roberto, his front was facing me. I looked him up, taking in the full view of his bod, the yellow tank top, soaked with sweat, the manscent it gave off, wreaking of manliness. My balls uncontrollably churning away, manufacturing manseed, caused my cock to swell in it's boundaries. I dropped the magazine, it making a loud thud, as it hit the floor of the `Cash'n'Dash'. "And what's this?" He read me loud and clear. "Ooooooooohhhhh!" Sighing out loud, his big hand grasped my jewels. "Hey, what are you doing? That's not fuckin' polite!" `Oh my!' I thought. He's gone and done it again! Miguel's attitudes, instilled in little brother, was getting him in trouble again. With Jake's hand still clutching my balls, he turned his head, to look upon my lanky lover. Roberto had his hand on big John's hairy forearm. "You better get your hand off, boy," John, his jogging partner cautioned Roberto. My mind deviated, for a split second, to see Alvin, Sean, the clerk, his hand massaging the pouch between his legs. "Do what he says, Roberto," I directed him. "Not until you let go of `his' balls," Roberto nodded in my direction. Oh, he let go of my balls alright, then turned, giving Roberto his full attention. As has happened before, not more than half a day ago, my mind pictured the `ganging up' on my lover, sensing danger, caution, I responded more aggressively. What with being almost the same height and girth, I took hold of Jake's arm, swinging his whole bod around. "Lay off him!" "You shouldn't have gone and done that," John informed me. I think he was ready to back down. "Go ahead. You can take him, Anthony!" Take him? I was ready to take my lover by the.... "So, you think you can take me, eh?" Pandora's box had already been opened. "You're no tougher than I am." "Gonna be in town long?" I chocked it up to being a samll town. "Tonight." "How about we get together a little later at my place and `sort this out'?" "At your little dungeon get together?" I asked. "Sure. I think you and I could provide some hot entertainment." "You? Me? Us, entertainment?" "Unless you're chicken?" I could have thought of a thousand and one reasons why Roberto and I shouldn't be taking him up on his offer, however my cock still bulged, to the beat of my balls, drumming into my brain, to accept. Of course, Roberto helped it along, "You can take him, Anthony!" At least my lover made Jake smile. "You're on!" "Gentleman's handshake?" I tried squeezing as hard as he did, but definitely there was more muscle packed into his fist. Immediately I wondered what I was getting myself into. After the two left, we confronted Alvin. "Now where did we leave off?" "I was just about to test you for what size condom you needed? Um, look, we can go in the back, if you want... let me lock up, okay?" "You own the Cash'n'Dash?" "My uncle does. Won't matter if I close early. It's been dead in here all day. Typical for a Saturday afternoon, around here. I've closed early before." I asked, joking, "Sell a lot of condoms, do you?" Roberto nudged me. "What?" "I'll suck him while he sucks you. Let's go." I decided to completely ignore our conversation of an hour and a half ago, as we followed Alvin to the back room. "Let me clean off the desk. You two can.. um.. get comfortable?" "Why not just throw your ass over these sacks of rice?" "Cool! You're gonna fuck me?" "Cool! You gonna, Anthony?" I gave Roberto a look. "Anthony?" Alvin asked. "Yeah. He's Anthony and I'm Roberto." "I'm Alvin." "Yeah, we know that." "Oh right. Hey, are you guys coming to the dungeon party tonight?" Roberto volunteered, "Sure. You don't think Anthony's going to welch out on John, do you?" He left me with my mouth open, as I was going to answer for myself, though more towards the possiblity of getting out of town! "I've only heard things about his dungeon parties. Guys at the college tell me things can get kinky and wild. I didn't know they talked about this guy that was in here now. But since I've put two and two together, well he's the one they've told me about." Something I didn't need to be shared. However, Roberto, all ears, asked, "Yeah? What kind of kinky and wild stuff?" "Like my frat bud, George said, they take guys, strip them, tied them up, like eagle-spread." Alvin who has stripped down to nothingness, holds his arms out, stretching lengthways and up slightly. He steps both feet outwards from his crotch. His cock and balls hang down, very noticibly. "Then they tie guys like this and play with them." "How?" I don't know why, as I began stripping down, my crotch pulsed from the conversation Roberto had with Alvin. Already, even though I didn't dare mention it to Roberto, his frat bod turned me on. "George showed me." "He showed you?" I had a curiosity. "Hell yeah. He told me how this one guy, Hans, that's the guy in charge of George for the night, put some clamps on his nips, with weights." "Ouch!" I said, more out of description. "That's what George told me, but in a bigger way." The three of us smiled, at Alvin's little `joke'. "But George than told me when Hans added weights, his nips seemed to ignite his torch, making his cock leak. Hans saw that he was enjoying it so much that..." "Wait a minute. You say he liked his nips getting squeezed and stretched?" "Like somebody I know?" I had wished for once Roberto would shut up. But then again my cock and balls already forgave him for saying so. I gently smiled. "You have sensitive nips?" "Does he ever." As if it wasn't enough to say, my Latino lover comes over and starts handling my pec nubs. "Oooooooooooh!" Of course, Alvin's eyes shoot down to the pleasure center between my legs. At the same time, his hand is wrestling with his own meat. I dared to exercise my parental rights, "Hands off, boy!" I didn't understand it myself, as I kept slipping in and out of the top and bottom positions. At times, I'd ahere to the manner in which Roberto turned top on me and other times, fell to my knees, in the bottom position, mentally. "What?" He said, looking up. His hand froze on his hard shaft. Feeling kind of proud of myself, I decided to uphold the charade, saying, "Get those lips over here on me, boy!" I joked, yet inside I was gloating over the fact that this twenty-something year old college frat obeyed me. However, I sank into double heaven, as Roberto likened to the knee-sitting position as well. "Ooooooooooh shiiiiiiiiit!" I shouted out. Immediately, two tongues began vying for the licking action. My right hand rested on Roberto's head, as my left kept Alvin's tongue in play. Two pairs of lips slid up and down both sides of my 9.5c, sending me deep into la-la-land. Roberto slid off long enough to ask, "Feel good Anthony?" "Don't ask me such stoopid questions!" With that, he stood, leaving Alvin all alone to work my hard shaft. Right now, Alvin had at his disposal, my hard shaft, as Roberto's lips aligned with mine. "OOoooooooh shit!" We both called it out at once. Our arms around each other's shoulders, we opened a gap between our bodies, as if opening the Joy of Gay Sex book. "I fuckin' don't believe it!" There, Alvin knelt, his hands holding both our cocks side by side, both engulfed in his mouth. "Now that's gotta have taken some practice!" "I bet," Roberto replied. I could see that, as my twenty-nine year old lover licked his lips, he felt he was getting gyped. "Well, you going to let Alvin get in on all the action?" After a quick peck to my cheek, Roberto sank to his knees, depriving Alvin of his 7c and vying for my manseed. "Can I suck you off, Roberto?" Slapping Alvin down, well in his haste to feel the pleasure, he humped the pallet of rice on his own accord. "Hold it a sec!" "But hold it, Anthony... you don't have...." I thought I heard Roberto calling me, as I dashed out to the counter, grabbing up a 3-pack of large condoms. "Did you say something sweetheart?" Alvin comments, "Man, you are a tight couple." "Yeah. I wanted to tell you that you ran out there, in the buff!" "Oh shit!" "Don't worry, man," Alvin tried his best to calm me. Yet, nothing could be more calming than tearing a condom open with my teeth, with the anticipation of feeling a hot ass chamber torturing my cock with pleasure. "Here, allow me." Roberto knelt down and peeled the condom down my cucumber. Looking, seeing Alvin already arched over the rice, I whispered to Roberto, "I wish it was your ass." Patting my cheek, my lover responded, "Later." Then, "C'mon, Anthony. This is going to be so hot. Fuck him hard." "Oh I will!" Slipping into Alvin's ass wasn't the chore I had with Roberto. Only, last time, it was Roberto's saliva that had lubed up. Looking around, I grinned. My hand could reach the can of Crisco. Taking the plastic lid off, I ripped off the roil back. "Um, I owe you a couple of bucks, Alvin." "Forget it man. Just get in my ass?" I had set the can on his back. For his insolence, I slapped his ass. "Owwwch! Man!" I still wasn't satisfied with his attitude. "Owwwwwwwwwch!" "What'd you say boy?" Replicating John. As I got a `sorry, Sir' from Alvin, I look up. Who's standing there, his back towards me, bent over, ass cheeks looking at me? "Can you try that on me?" I rolled my eyes. I knew, like a little kid, Roberto's thirst for a whack had to be quenched, knowing he wouldn't shutup his whimpering, until he received his due. "Owwwwch!" "So?" "It hurt." I went back to scooping the Crisco out of the can with my finger and buttering up my battering ram. "You liked it." "I what?" Roberto replies to Alvin. "Like me. The spanking on your ass." I let the boys carry on their converation while I readied myself for penetration. "It hurt, Alvin. Didn't it hurt you?" "Sure it did and also like you," he referred back to my Latin lover, "the pain shot right to my cock." As if Roberto didn't believe Alwin, he reached under him. On his face, I could see the answer. "You're as hard as a rock and..." Roberto rubbed the semen between his fingers and thumb. "Tastes good too." "Hey get over here." "What?" Roberto questions, as he moves his thighs up to Alvin's face. "That's what. You're wasting all your precum sauce, man." I had to laugh. Two cumdumps. More worried about wasteful man-protein than gasoline. My Roberto sighed right away, his hands on his torso, arching his back, head dropping backwards, squinting his eyes. I knew the feeling. Though I know it wasn't Roberto's first blow job. I didn't last very long. Sinking in, Alvin didn't have the clenching power my lover exhibited. In fact, I knew I wasn't building up to a huge climax, as with Roberto. My love's tight hole seemed to propel me into a frenzy, which Alvin's loose ass failed to build me up to. Still, it was pleasant. "I'm done. How about you?" Stepping out of his sexual reverie, Roberto states, "Oh hot! Now I can take your load, Alvin." Then, hesitant asks, "You didn't cum yet did you?" Alvin, exercising his jaw, after sucking for fifteen minutes, replies, "Not yet." I had cleaned up, started dressing, latched my belt, but then felt a stirring, watching the two bottoms go at it, in their `69' position. Even though Roberto was nine years older, he moved as lithely as his twenty year old counterpart. With Roberto stretched out on his back, on the desk, Alvin over him, Alvin seemed to know the routine. His crotch hung low, forcing his cock lower, occasionally lifting upwards. But his head bobbed regularly, grooming Roberto's stick. Suddenly the phone, in the office rang. Popping off, Alvin says, "Get that man?" As quick as he came off, he engulfed the seven inches. "Hello?... um, Alvin's busy right now.... who is this? Oh yeah, John.. this is Anthony... Anthony... remember?" I decided to throw him a curve. "Anthony; the guy's who's gonna take your ass later!" I had to hold the phone away from my ear. I hoped I didn't rile him up too much. Then, with a last minute note for his `boy', he hung up. "Geesh! Didn't even say goodbye!" I laughed, mainly for humiliating him, but then at my own joke. As I turned back to the two, each began to moan wildly. Alvin crashed onto Roberto. I hope he hadn't broken anything. He wasn't as boney as my man. Maybe all that protein would help! At first they lay there, breathing heavy. Then Alvin turned over onto his back. "Hot.. very hot," Alvin said, in between winded breaths. "You taste real good too." "Likewise, Alvin. Nice piece of meat." "Thanks... who was that on the phone, Anthony?" "John." "John? He's not cancelling, is he?" I laughed. "What's so funny," the two bottoms asked at the same time. They turned and smiled at each other. "A message from John, which states something I detect from you already, Alvin." "Oh? How's that go?" "That you are really looking forward to this dungeon party." "You are?" Roberto inquires of Alvin. "Yeah. I got off on being tied up, having my body played with. Probably George told him." "You've had it done to you before?" "Not in a dungeon, but in a motel room. This guy tied me to his bed. Feels so awesome to have your freedom taken away." "Well, Jaohn says if you don't show up with two of your college buds, don't come." It sure put a downer in Alvin's dungeon experience. I began to drawn on my own, with Miguel.I could relate to how good it can feel. Then it dawned on me. I had `thought' it. I finally came to grips with myself and what I felt with Miguel and his buds. I enjoyed being beaten, being tied, my freedom taken away, being manhandled by the ruffians. Maybe that's why I didn't blame Miguel for anything, didn't get angry, vengeful. It felt good. "Oh wow!" "What's the matter, Anthony?" Roberto asked, doing a situp. "Nothing. I'll explain later. C'mon. We better check into our hotel.. get something to eat." "Hotel? Why don't you come stay with me?" "No, we couldn't put you out." In reality, I thought of all the amenities the Hyatt could offer; sauna, exercise room, the lavish service, not a one bedroom apartment. "I live with my uncle, but he's cool with me bringing guys home." So, after getting back in our clothes, we hopped in my Lexus and followed Alvin home, to his uncle's place. "Oh my!" "What's Alvin doing working in a Cash'n'Dash?" I had the same question on the tip of my tongue, as Roberto and I followed Alvin through the wrought iron gates, past the little entry booth, the guard saluting us. "Hot looking guy." "Yes. Very!" Roberto agreed. % Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection without prior written permission, by the author.