Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 00:04:34 EST
From: BearKattz@aol.com
Subject: Gay Beginnings: TRIO 1 0F 7 M/M/M

           TRI, TRIO, TRES  M/M/M
                      Part 1 of 7	
                 By Bearkattz@aol.com

WARNINGS:  This story depicts loving, consensual sex adult males
of legal age.  If you are offended by such or if reading such material
is illegal under the local laws, or if you are under the age of 18 or under
the age of consent in your area, please stop reading now.

Comments, critical or complimentary, welcome at
Bearkattz@aol.com

They entered the gay bar in high spirits - it was a Friday night,
payday, there was a cool breeze blowing in off the water - what
could be better?  Max and Ian, best friends since they met at the
parts plants 5 years ago where they both worked, garnered quite a
few appraising looks the moment they stepped into the lively,
crowded place.  A hard rock beat  reverberated throughout as they
squeezed up to the bar and managed to grab the attention of a
passing bartender.  Holding their beers precariously over their heads,
they managed to find room to stand by the dance floor.  Max
grinned as Ian began ineffectively mopping up his beer soaked shirt -
an incident which occurred when the handsome man's ass  was
groped.  A steely glare in the direction of the suspects revealed only
innocent expressions and turned heads.  

The night was early, so both men were content to sip their beer and
take stock of the prey and competition that the place held for them. 
The roommates were tall, blond, muscular, moved with easy
strength and power and were looking for action in the form of good
looking bottom men .  Max, 24, had a powerful. well muscled body,
light blue eyes and a sandy mustache that tended to come and go on
a whim while Ian who was 26, had a swimmers physique with deep
brown eyes and was smooth shaven.  They saw many of the same
men that frequented the bar before and glasses were raised in
recognition and some in invitation.  

They were just finishing their beer, nodding their heads to the beat of
the music when they finally managed to snag a couple of chairs as
soon as they were vacated.  Max mimed drinking since the loud
music made talking difficult, volunteering to head back to the bar for
seconds and left Ian to hold their spot.  Ian grabbed the beer when
Max returned and tugged on his shirt sleeve, pulling him down to his
chair before yelling in his ear, "Max, look over there." 

 Ian pointed to the crowd on the dance floor and Max scanned the
gyrating throng in an effort to see why Ian was so excited.  Max
shrugged his incomprehension and turned a questioning look 
toward Ian.  Ian got up and placed his hands on each side of his
friend's head and moved it a couple of degrees to the left of where
he'd been looking.  Dawning hit as he finally saw why Ian was so
eager.  A beautiful young man, his arms raised above his head, was
dancing with a partner off to one side of the dance floor.  The long
hair which flowed past his shoulders was almost black and set off the
perfect, slim body it brushed against.  He was small, easily 6 inches
shorter than his taller partner, but slender and fine boned.  But it was
the graceful rhythm and captivating motion of the slim hips that
caught their attention until his dancing partner turned him so that the
compact ass ground against his swollen groin.  Then they saw a pale
face with green eyes that seemed to glow even from a distance and
were framed by long, dark lashes.  Unspoken agreement flashed
between the two sitting men.  This was their prey for the night.  The
man himself would choose which one, if any, he wanted, no hard
feelings.  It evened out in the long run and if both men were lucky,
sometimes their bottom man agreed to take both men at the same
time.

"He's new!" Ian yelled.  Max just nodded, unwilling to take his eyes
off their target.  The object of their attention had changed partners
much to the chagrin of the former one.  Apparently they weren't
together.  Max and Ian exchanged grins, quickly downed their beers
and headed toward the floor just as a new song began.  They quickly
reached their goal and with a careful placing of both men,
surrounded the dancing lithe figure, their own bodies picking up the
rocking rhythm.  

Ian made eye contact with the startling green eyes and raised his
eyebrows in question, "Ok?"  

The man gave a shy smile and nodded and glanced behind him to
Max who moved in closer to the tight gyrating ass.  The smile was
absolutely captivating and Ian was lost. His cock pulsed it's need but
Ian's heart was moved as well.  The smaller man turned to face Max,
wiggling his ass to Ian in a seductive manner and Max grinned.   He
knew exactly what Ian was feeling because his own engorged cock
missed the warmth of that tight jean clad butt.  The song ended and
a new one immediately followed with a somewhat softer beat.  The
two men moved closer until the black haired man had to look up into
Max's face, Ian was humping gently into the compact ass and Max
ground his groin against him.  Sweat was pouring freely off both
men due as much to the sexual tension as the exertion and heat.
Suddenly, the smaller man's arm was jerked and he was pulled off
balance.  A large, red faced man motioned toward the back of the
bar but the other man shook his head.  But the big guy wasn't about
to take no for an answer, and grabbed him by the back of the neck
and started shoving him off the dance floor.  Max and Ian moved to
interfere when a deep voice spoke next to them as the band
announced a short break

"I wouldn't if I were you."  

"Jake!  You know what's goin' on?" Max asked still poised to
follow the departing men.

"Yeah, buy me a beer and I'll tell you."  Max and Ian nodded and
reluctantly left the dance floor.

The three men made their way back to the bar.  Beers in hand, Ian
spoke up, "Well c'mon, man, give.  What's up with beauty and the
beast back there?"

"Those two showed up about a month ago.  "Beauty" is Kelly and
"Beast" is his cousin, Bernard.  Bernard is the jealous type.  Only
allows Kelly to a select few - that pay well."

"What?  The bastard is stringin' his own cousin?" Max asked in
disbelief.  

"Yup.  Someone tried to step in last week.  You guys aren't the only
ones that found Kelly attractive and try to play hero.  The guy is still
in the hospital. Bernard is an ex-golden glove contender." Jake held
up his empty beer glass.  Ian sighed and headed for the bar.  The
conversation resumed with the renewed refreshments.

"Why's Kelly let him do it?" 

"The kids only 20.  Apparently had a rough life." Jake paused to sip
his beer dramatically.  "His parents died in a car crash when he was
10 and was in an orphanage till he was 16 and basically been on the
streets since then.  His only living relative was a distant cousin and
an aunt that was crippled in the same accident that killed his parents. 
She helped whenever she could but since she was wheelchair bound
for years, could never take care of young Kelly.  The cousin,
Bernard, is almost 40, got a hold of Kelly when the aunt took a turn
for the worse.  Neither of them have any money, but she wanted to
know that he was okay before she died.  Bernard persuaded Kelly to
move in with them until the aunt dies.  I don't think he knew what a
goldmine the kid would be but he quickly found out.  He's been
sellin' the boys ass for the last couple of weeks.  Told him he'd tell
the little old lady what a fag her nephew was if he didn't cooperate." 
Jake shook his head and drained his beer.  "I tried to buy him but the
price was too rich for my blood."

"How much?"

"500 bucks."

"$500!!  Jesus!" Ian whistled.

"Yeah and the kid is looking like death warmed over lately. 
Sometimes Bernard sells him 6 times a night.  Doesn't always come
back lookin' healthy, if you know what I mean."

"Jake, where'd you get the inside dope on the kid?" Ian's curiosity
was piqued. 

"'Member Ryan?  Too much money for his own good?"  The two
roommates nodded.  Ryan Masters was a local who wasn't much
bigger than Kelly but had inherited his father's money and had a
good time spending it.

"Ryan paid for the kid last week.  Fucked 'im and the poppers went
straight to the kids head.  Apparently hadn't eaten all day and threw
up all over Ryan.  Started apologizin' and cryin' and pourin' his
heart out to the guy.  Ryan bought him some food and cleaned 'im
up.  Said it looked like someone had beatin' the kid up, too.  Was
willin' to talk to Bernard but the kid freaked.  Said it was okay,
didn't want anyone to know.  Couldn't face his dyin' aunt, y'see?" 
Bernard shrugged, "Said he was the best fuck he'd had in a long
time, too."

"Well, I gotta go, boys. Nice seein' you.  Hope you find the ass
you're lookin' for.  But don't go for that Kelly kid.  He'll be no
good to you if you can't walk."  Jake sauntered away leaving Max
and Ian alone with their contemplative thoughts.

The two men didn't speak for several long minutes but looked into
their amber filled glasses.  Ian drew a finger in the ring of water left
by the sweating glass.  

"Twenty."

"Yeah."

"Do you think...." Both men started to speak at the same time.  They
grinned at each other.  

"I've got the rent money with me," Ian said with a smile.

"We could put in some overtime next week before it's due." Max
replied.

"Yeah, and I could sell those antique hubcaps to Monty.  He's been
droolin' over them for months now."  

"And I could help Mrs. Bentingham with those shelves she's been
wanting to put up."  Nodding in agreement, the two men stood and
headed toward the back room in search of Bernard.  They found him
on the phone and could just make out his end of the conversation
above the band who started up once again.  

"Yeah, like I said. $500.  Tightest ass this side of the Boulevard. 
He'll do anything." 

Bernard nodded in reply to the voice on the phone.  "Tomorrow? 
Ok.  I've got a 11:00 open tomorrow night.  Right.  Payment in
advance.  Cash.  Deal, then?"  The phone was hung up and Bernard
turned to see two tall men behind him.

"What do you want?" he asked belligerently, eying the worn clothes
the men wore.

"We want to rent your boy," Ian replied smoothly.  "$500, right?"  

Bernard's mood changed rapidly.  "Yup, that's right.  Cash.  In
advance."  He held out a moist palm.

End part one
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