Date: Mon, 8 May 2000 17:21:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: Call-Boy Journal

Call-Boy Journal

5-25-98

	Well, today's my 20th birthday, so I'm not a teenager any more.
Ha, ha.  I don't feel any older, though.  In fact, that's why I decided to
start keeping this journal.  Because it's my birthday, I mean.  In a year,
I'll be able to get rid of my fake ID and use my real one.
	Anyway, I got up around nine and my roommate Bobby was taking a
shower.  I had a gigantic piss hard-on and knew I wouldn't be able to aim
it at the toilet.  I just pulled back the shower door and got in with him.
He hadn't heard me, and I think I scared him a little.  I went ahead and
pissed in the shower, which is what I usually do in the morning, anyway.  I
was in a playful mood, so I aimed some of the piss at Bobby.  He didn't
mind, though.  I knew he wouldn't.
	He told me happy birthday, and then he reached over for my cock
with a big wad of soap on his hands.  He started playing with it after I
finished pissing, and that turned me on.  It took a while, but eventually
he made me cum.
	I had an 11 o'clock class.  I hate summer school because it's so
fucking hot walking around on campus, but I had a chance to get a required
course out of the way with a professor who is supposed to be easier than
the guy who usually teaches it.  It's an accounting class, and it's boring
as shit.
	I ate lunch at the Union, and my pager went off.  It was Jack, the
guy I work for.  I called him right back because it pisses him off if I
don't.  Sometimes dates come up quick, and he wants me ready whenever I'm
needed.
	I'm glad I called him, too.  He had a guy who wanted to see me this
afternoon at two.  Jack told me to wear blue jeans and a tank top.  No
underwear, of course.  I went home and changed into the clothes he wanted
me to wear.  I did a few pushups and chin-ups to pump up my arms and
shoulders.  I like to do that whenever I wear a tank top.
	When I went up to the guy's room, he was already naked, waiting for
me.  I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to watch me
jerk off.
	"That's all," I asked.
	"Yep.  That'll be enough.  Don't worry."
	I wasn't hard or anything.
	"You want to help me out," I asked him.  He didn't.  He just wanted
to watch.  I took off my shirt and started playing with my nipples.  I've
got a little gold ring in the left one, and he started getting hard when I
played with it.  I started getting hard, too, which was the whole point of
what I was doing.  Then I rubbed my crotch through my jeans.  They were
faded 501's, and you could really see my bulge through them.  I kept that
up until I got a wet spot in front.  Then I unbuttoned them and let my cock
spring out.  I've got an 8-inch cut cock with this really big head on it,
and the guy kind of gasped when he saw it.
	There was some baby oil on the table, so I used some of that to
lube myself up.
	"Get all the way naked," he told me, so I did.  I walked around a
little, letting my cock bounce up and down.  It was leaking pretty good,
and a string of precum dripped down and hit the floor.  The guy's cock
twitched when that happened.  He must have liked that, I guess.
	Well, I went ahead and started stroking, rubbing my balls with one
hand and stroking the shaft with the other.  I could have kept that up for
an hour or more, if I had wanted to, but the guy said he wanted to see me
cum, and he wanted it on his chest.  I concentrated, and I shot my load in,
like, ten minutes.  The guy popped off right at the same time, so we came
together. He rubbed it all over his chest.
	That was really about it.  He thanked me, gave me a $20 tip, and
told me to have a nice day.  Shit, so far it was turning out great.  That
had only taken 45 minutes, but the guy had to pay for an hour, which was
$125--$50 for me and $75 for Jack, plus my twenty dollar tip.
	I was back in my car by 3 o'clock.  I got another call from Jack.
He said a guy wanted me to show him around town tonight.  I told him it was
my birthday, and Jack said, good, wear your birthday suit.  The fucker.
	He gave me the guy's number for me to call to make plans.  I went
ahead and called from my car phone.  The guy said he had paid for six
hours, which was $750, of which I would make $300, plus whatever tip he
gave me.  He said he wanted me at his place at 6 o'clock, so that meant I'd
be done by midnight.  That was kewl with me.  He said to dress casual but
sexy.
	I went home and did school work for about an hour.  Then I took a
nap for another hour.  I got up at five, showered, shaved, dressed, and
left by 5:30.  I wanted to be prompt.
	The guy's name was Rory.  He was about thirty, pretty nice looking,
and, as he was quick to point out, married.  He lived in Montgomery,
Alabama, and he said he always enjoyed male company on business trips.  "My
wife's great, and I love her dearly, but I have some needs she can't meet."
He said that with a kind of wink.
	He offered me a drink, which I accepted.  I figured he wanted to
get acquainted, and the drink would help loosen things up.  All he had was
stuff to make martinis, so that's what I drank, too.  We chatted about this
and that, sports, politics, nothing important.  Then he asked me to stand
up so he could check me out.
	"You're a handsome son of a bitch," he said.  I said thanks, and he
grinned.  "I bet you're packing something nice in those jeans."
	"You want to see," I asked, knowing he did.
	"Yeah, I wouldn't mind.  Why don't we both get these clothes off
and get a little more comfortable.  That way you can evaluate my
attributes, as well."  He had a real Southern accent, and I almost laughed
at the way he put that.
	He was nicely built, but his cock was kinda small.  It was already
starting to put on weight, too.
	"Come over here," he said, and I did.  He took my cock into his
hand and examined it closely, like he was checking me for disease or
something.  Then he reached up for my nipple ring.  "This feel good," he
asked, as he played with it.  I nodded and started getting hard.  "I love
your tattoo," he said.  I have one of those primitive/celtic ones on my
left bicep.  It's high enough that a tee shirt covers it.
	"You think you could get this monster up my tight ass," he asked,
referring to my cock, of course.  I told him I thought I could if he didn't
mind a little pain and stretching.
	He got on the bed on his back.  I went down between his legs and
worked on his hole a little.  I licked it, and he shuddered.  I got a jar
of vaseline he had out and lubed it up for him.  Then I put some on my
cock.
	"You ready for me," I asked.  He said he was, so I didn't waste any
time.  His ass wasn't as tight as I thought it would be, and I went in with
very little effort.  He grunted when I got all the way in, but that was
all.  I guess it didn't hurt him any.  I started fucking slow, like I
usually do, and then I started doing it faster and harder.  He squirmed and
moaned, and I knew I was right on his prostate.  I reached for his cock,
but he brushed my hand away, indicating he didn't need help, I guess.
	It didn't take long for him to reach the point of no return, and,
pretty soon, he was coming all over his chest.  I fucked in and out a
couple of more times, and I shot my load inside him.  I lowered his legs
and got on the bed beside him.  He was still breathing heavy.  "Damn,
you're good," he said.  I licked some of the cum off his chest and kissed
him with plenty of tongue.  He liked that and wanted more, so I did it
again.
	When he got up, he washed the cum residue off his chest and got
himself a cigarette.  The rule is that if the client smokes, you can smoke.
If he doesn't, you can't.  I pulled my Marlboros out of my pants pocket and
lit up.  He made us another drink.
	We didn't hang around the room long, though.  He was staying at the
Sheraton, so we took my car into the French Quarter.  I parked at the
Jackson Brewery, and we went in there to get something to eat.
	After we ate, we did the rounds of the bars on Decatur Street.
There are several gay places, including a leather bar, and Rory seemed to
enjoy checking out the guys.  Guys checked us out, too, and he seemed
pleased to be with me.
	We bar-hopped from 8 till around 10:45 when Rory said he thought we
might like to go back to his room.  Once there, we repeated the scene from
earlier, only this time he sucked my cock before I fucked him.  Promptly at
midnight, I said goodbye and thanked him for the hundred dollar tip.
Altogether I had made $470 that day, which wasn't bad for a week night.

5-26-98

	I just got up and wrote the entry for yesterday.  It's time for
class.

1:30 PM

	I just got home from spending the evening with Rory again.  I
figured he'd want to get with me when he asked for my number.  I was
tempted to give it to him and keep all the money for myself, but I knew if
I did that and Jack found out, my ass wouldn't be worth fucking when he got
through with me.
	This time I met Rory at 2 o'clock.  He had had a successful
business meeting and wanted to try lunch at a really nice restaurant.  I
had worn a dress shirt and tie, despite the heat, so we were able to get
into Galatoire's.  The lunch was very good, and I was surprised as hell at
how many people were there for lunch that late.  We started with drinks and
finally finished around 4:30.
	We went back to Rory's room, and this time he was a little more
adventurous than he had been the night before.  He sucked me off and even
swallowed my cum.  He let me suck him off, too, and I think that might have
been his first blowjob.  We lounged in bed for awhile, rubbing and kissing
and cuddling.  Then we went at it again, and, again, he wanted to be
fucked.  Since he had already come once, we were able to make it last
longer that time.  I'm a real good cocksman, or so I've been told, and I
put everything I had into it.  He came once but didn't get soft, so I kept
fucking him until he came a second time.  You would have thought I was some
kind of sex god the way he praised me.
	Neither one of us was hungry after the huge lunch we had eaten, and
Rory said he had seen all of the Quarter he wanted to see.  So, I took him
out to West End to some of the gay places there.  One place had a bar show
with guy strippers.  They all got down to bare skin and jerked off for the
customers.  Rory took my cock out of my pants and jerked me off under the
table.  I tried to reciprocate, but he didn't want me to.  We made it back
to his hotel around ten, and I fucked him again.  This time he gave me a
$200 tip.  I made $650 today, which ain't hay.

5-29-98

	Since I usually get home so late, I decided not to have an entry
dated the day stuff happens.  In this case, I skipped the 27th or the 28th.
Instead, I'll just tell today the stuff that happened yesterday and the day
before.  It's about 12:30 PM on a Friday.
	Yesterday Jack lined me up with a guy who really wanted me for his
son.  It was the kid's birthday, and he had just come out to his dad a week
or so before, so the old man decided to give him his first sex for his 18th
birthday.  It was a little weird, but I ended up having a pretty good time.
	The kid was named Andy, and I was supposed to go to his house to
meet him.  I guess he wanted to be on familiar territory.  I got there
about 3 o'clock in the afternoon.  They live in a big fucking house in
Metairie, and nobody was home but us.  The guy met me at the door, and I
could tell he was pretty nervous.  I told him who I was, but he already
knew all about it.  This wasn't a surprise gift.  He invited me in and
asked me if I wanted something to drink.  I didn't, but he said he "needed"
a beer, so I had one with him.
	We talked about school and who he knows that I might know (it
turned out we didn't know anybody in common) and small-talk of that type.
We finished our beers and started a second one.  He saw the cigarettes in
my pocket and asked for one, so I lit up with him.
	After we smoked, he asked me if I'd like to go for a swim.  I told
him sure, but I'd have to be naked, if that was all right.  His eyes got
kind of big, and he grinned.  We went outside.  The pool was beautiful,
just like the house, and we both shucked our clothes.  I saw him sneaking
peeks at me.
	"Hey, man.  Look all you want to," I said.  "You can touch me
anywhere you want to, too."
	Well, he took a long, hard look at me, up and down.  I looked at
him, too.  His cock was about half hard, and I knew he was hornier than
hell.  I walked over to him and put my hands on his hips.  I moved in close
so that my cock touched his, and his shot up like it was spring loaded.
	"Touch my cock," I said, quietly.  He stuck out his hand very
tentatively.  I could tell he wanted to touch me, but I could also see a
slight tremble in his hand.  I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock.
"Rub it around a little," I whispered.  He did, and I popped a boner, too.
"Mmmmmm," I said, and I could tell he liked that.
	Without asking permission, I took his cock in hand and started
playing with it.  I put a hand on his chest and started gently rubbing his
nipple.  In a few seconds, he started leaking precum in a major way.  I
moved him over to the grass and got down on my knees.  I took the head of
his cock into my mouth and sucked it gently.  I figured he wouldn't last
very long, and I was dead right.  In less than two minutes, he came in my
mouth, and I swallowed all of his cum.  With that initial pressure off, I
figured we could get down to some serious sex.  I knew I was this boy's
first sex of any kind with another person, and I wanted him to remember it
till the day he died.
	There were some extra-wide lounge chairs by the pool, so I led him
over to one of those.  I knew we could both fit, and that would be a good
place to make out and, eventually, go further.  I started kissing him
gently on his lips.  He must have done some kissing before because he knew
how to do it pretty good.  In no time, we were rubbing tongues and sucking
face.  I started exploring his body with my hands.  He got hard again in no
time at all, and we spent the next twenty minutes kissing and cuddling and
caressing each other.  I moved the lounge chair into the flat position, and
I got down to suck his cock again.  This put my cock in his face, and, to
my surprise, he took it into his mouth like he was supposed to.  We
sixty-nined for a while, and he got real worked up again.  Before he could
blow another load, though, I worked his balls for him.  Then I moved
farther down and licked his asshole.  It was spotlessly clean, and I could
tell from his reaction on my cock he really liked my doing that.
	"I want you to cum in my mouth," he said.  No problem, I thought.
I went back to work on his cock right then, and, in a couple of minutes, we
came at more or less the same time.  He was smart enough to only take part
of me into his mouth, so he didn't choke when I blasted.  His cum wasn't as
much as the first time, and I got it all down.  He swallowed about half of
mine, which I thought was pretty good for a first-time cocksucker.
	We smoked another cigarette and then finally got into the pool.  We
horsed around, and I showed off on the diving board.  My cock was about 75%
limp, and I made a big deal of jumping up and down so it slapped against my
stomach as I got ready to dive.
	We wrestled and generally had a pretty good time in the water.  I
made it a point of rubbing against his cock every chance I got.  He was
hard again, and I even rubbed against his leg to make myself hard.  After
an hour or so of horseplay, we got out to smoke and have another beer.  We
settled back into the same lounge chair, and, before long, we were back to
kissing and hugging and playing with each other.  He loved my nipple ring
and tattoo.  I played with his cock, squeezing it and getting him so hot he
was getting ready for more action.
	"I want you to fuck me," I told him.  He grinned.  I explained how
I wanted it (on my back), and I got him into position.  I used suntan oil
to lube his cock, and he entered me with no pain and very little
resistance.  "I like it slow and easy at first, okay?"  He nodded and
started thrusting in and out.  I started moving with him to establish a
rhythm, and I don't think he realized that was part of fucking.  Anyway, he
picked up speed after a little while and started pumping into me pretty
good.  I wanted to cum so he could see what that feels like, so I started
stroking my cock as he fucked me.  I did a lot of moaning and groaning, in
part to make him think he was really giving me pleasure and, in part,
because he really was.
	"Tell me when you're close," I said.  He said he was real close
right then.  I pumped my cock harder and faster, and he pumped in and out
faster and harder.  In a minute or less, I felt his contraction start, and
I was only seconds behind.  I don't think he was ready for what was
happening in my ass, but he sure looked like it felt good to him.  It was
over in just a few seconds, of course, and I held him in me until he
started to soften up.
	"Was it good," he asked.
	"Hell, it was fabulous," I said, exaggerating quite a bit.  "How
about for you?"
	"This has been the greatest experience of my life," he said, and I
think I believed him.
	After another cigarette, I asked him if he knew what time it was.
Jack had been real vague about how much time they had paid for, so I
thought I'd better call him and make sure I wasn't putting out more than we
were getting paid for.  We went into the house, still naked, for me to call
Jack.  Jack was still rather vague.  He basically said they had a blank
check and that I was to spend as much time as he wanted me to spend with
him, all night, if necessary.
	I knew Andy's old man had money just from what the house looked
like, but an all-nighter, plus an afternoon, can run as high as $2,000.  I
told Jack what we had done so far, and he congratulated me.  Duh!
	Andy said his dad was out of town and wouldn't be home until
tomorrow night.  His parents were divorced, he was an only child, and his
mother lived in Houston, where she had remarried.
	I asked him about his dad's reaction to his coming out and all, and
he replied that he thought his dad was bisexual and had a boyfriend.  "In
fact, I know he has one," Andy said.  He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and
I fibbed and said I do.  Actually, my roommate Bobby and I have been
fuck-buddies since the tenth grade, but we don't consider ourselves
"boyfriends."  I didn't want Andy falling in love with me, which can easily
happen with your first lay.
	He showed me around the house, and we ended up in his room.  He
showed me his computer and his incredible collection of gay porn that he'd
downloaded from the Internet.  He even had some pictures of me that I had
posed for when I was eighteen, pre-nipple ring and pre-tattoo.
	We fooled around a while longer in his room.  I noticed it was
close to six o'clock, and my stomach was telling me it was time for a
fueling.  I asked Andy if he was hungry, and he was.  We decided to order a
couple of pizzas so we wouldn't have to dress.
	"Will you spend the night with me," he asked.  I could tell he
really wanted me to.
	"Sure," I said, and that was settled.  I made a quick mental
calculation and realized I would earn like nine hundred bucks for this gig,
plus whatever tip might be forthcoming.  On top of it all, I actually liked
the guy.
	The pizzas got there around seven.  Andy slipped on a pair of
Umbros and went down to pay the guy.  I went down when I heard the pizza
boy leave, and we ate out on the patio.  It was hot as hell during the day,
but it cooled off pretty nicely at night.
	After we ate and smoked and drank more beer, I asked Andy what more
he wanted to do.  He said he wanted me to fuck him.  I made sure he
understood that my cock was pretty big and that it might hurt.  He knew all
of that, but he said he wanted me in him more than anything else.  We
agreed to wait a while, though, to let our dinner go down.
	We went for another dip in the pool, played around some more on the
lounge chair, and generally just had fun together.  He had a great sense of
humor, and I could tell he was smart as hell.  He went to a private,
all-boys school that was considered first rate, even nationally, and he had
travelled in Europe twice.  But he wasn't the least bit stuck up or high on
himself.  I honestly believe if I had told him to get on all fours and bark
like a dog, he would have done it.  I guess I'm what a lot of gay guys
consider "rough trade," and this guy was just the opposite of me.  He
wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't the tough, macho type, either.
	Around ten o'clock I suggested we go back inside.  He grinned
broadly when I said that.  He wanted us to spend the night in his dad's
room, not his.  It had a great king-size bed, and the room looked like it
had been decorated by an artist.  Andy went around the room lighting
candles.  I wondered if those were there just for tonight or if they were
always there.
	We got in bed and did the usual foreplay stuff.  I found a tube of
KY, and I knew it would come in handy.  We kissed and licked and sucked and
cuddled and fondled.  Then I went to work on his ass.  I spent a good ten
minutes licking and kissing his hole.  Then I tongue-fucked him.  Finally,
I put a generous amount of KY on my middle finger and shoved it in gently.
He obviously had never done that to himself because he reacted to the
finger like it was an electric charge.  I spent a whole lot of time getting
him ready.  I found his prostate and rubbed it.  When he almost melted from
the sensation, I explained what it was I was rubbing.  He said he knew, but
I don't think he really _knew_.  After another twenty minutes of ass work,
I got on my back and positioned him on top of me.  I explained that he was
in control and that he should take it as slow as he wanted to.  I told him
there might be a little pain but that it wouldn't last, and I explained
about pushing out like he was taking a shit to relax his asshole.
	Andy got on top of me, and I aligned my cock with his hole.  I had
evidently done a good job of loosening him up because the head of my cock
slid past the sphincter with only a minor grimmace of pain on his face.  In
less than a minute, he was impaled on my cock, and I could tell he was
loving it.  After he pumped up and down a few times, I suggested we change
positions and let him get on his back so I could really fuck him.  He
agreed that that's what he wanted, so he slipped off me to rearrange
ourselves.  When I entered him with his legs against my shoulders and me
standing on the floor, I saw the look of exquisite pleasure on his face.  I
knew I was ready to really fuck this kid.
	We both lasted a good while.  Finally, Andy came from the pressure
of me inside him, and his ass contractions made me come.  I stayed inside
him a long time, kissing and sucking his neck and nipples.  It was real
love-making, even if there was no love.
	We both slept for a little while after that, and, before too long,
we were at it again.  Andy liked being fucked more than fucking, so I had
him twice more that night before we finally crashed.  I remember thinking
just before I went to sleep how lucky I was to have the kind of job I did.

Saturday, May 30, 1998
	I spent the rest of the day Saturday with Andy, swimming and
playing and fucking and sucking.  His dad came home around six.  Andy
introduced us, and the guy was really pretty kewl.  He asked if we had had
fun while he was gone, and Andy almost busted a gut grinning and saying
what a fabulous weekend we had had.
	The dad asked me if I could join them for dinner.
	"I'd love to, but my own birthday was earlier this week, and some
friends are taking me out tonight.  This has been planned for a while."
	He understood.  When he walked me to my car, he gave me a thousand
bucks as a tip!!!  That was the biggest tip I had ever gotten, and I
thanked him profusely.
	I went home to clean up and dress to go out with James and Adam.
We had a good time and got pretty drunk.  Those guys are the best.  We've
been friends since freshman year of high school, and, even though they're
straight, they accept me for what I am.  I love those guys.

Monday, June 1, 1998
	Since I was pretty wasted when I got home Saturday night, I slept
late Sunday morning.  In fact, I didn't get up till noon.  Bobby had been
up for a while, and he offered to cook me some breakfast when I finally
rolled downstairs.  I passed, settling for coffee, instead.
	Bobby and I went outside to our patio and just kind of hung around
for a couple of hours.  I read the paper, drank coffee, and smoked
cigarettes.  Lucky for me, Bobby wasn't interested in talking, and I
certainly didn't start any conversations.
	Around two o'clock Jack called to see if I was interested in
working.  By then I was feeling pretty good, so I told him I was.  He said
he had a Japanese guy who wanted some ass.  I asked when and where, and he
told me La Pavillion Hotel, a real nice place on Poydras Street, around
five.
	I had plenty of time, of course, but I also had some school work to
do.  I got my book and my calculator, and I spent about an hour pouring
over my accounting.  At three o'clock I went inside to shower and shave and
dress for the evening.
	I had a bunch of money, so I wrote out a deposit slip and went to
the night deposit window at my bank to put it in.  I kept a couple of
hundred in cash for necessities and emergencies and the like, but,
altogether, I deposited close to $2,000.00.  I put most of it in savings,
and that put me right at the 40K mark.  Not bad for a dumb kid, I thought.
	I met the Japanese guy right on time.  I expected somebody from
Japan, but this guy was from Los Angeles, and his English was better than
mine.  In fact, he was like third generation American.  He had an MBA from
UCLA, and his software business was booming.
	We had drinks in his room.  Then he wanted me to fuck him, which I
did cheerfully.  We went out to dinner, and he wanted me to show him the
French Quarter.  No problem there.  We went back to his room around eleven,
and I fucked him again.  He ended up giving me a $200 tip.  Hats off to
Californians.

June 3, 1998
	I stayed home Monday night and did school work, and was I ever glad
I did.  My bastard teacher gave us a fucking quiz yesterday.  I did okay on
it, though.  I hate that surprise shit.
	After class I went to work out at my gym.  I hadn't been in a few
days, so I took a long time to stretch and warm up.  It felt good to sweat
and pump some iron.  I just wore shoes and a pair of lycra shorts, and I
got a lot of looks from the other guys there.  It's an all-male gym, and
the swimming pool is suit-optional.  I went in naked, of course, and swam
twenty-five laps.  I did some chin-ups on a diving board, and that felt
good, too.  When I left, I was really pumped.
	Jack called me on my car phone.  He said he had a guy who was
interested in some "fetish" stuff.  I wasn't real sure what he meant, so I
asked him.  He said the guy was into tying people up and shit like that.
He asked me was I interested.  We talked about the price, and he said he'd
give me double the usual amount.  Evidently, he charged double for that
kind of stuff.  When he said those magic words, I said "yes" immediately.
I mean, I enjoy the sex, but I can get that anytime, any where.  I couldn't
get paid for it except through Jack.
	The guy was a local, and I went to his house around eight.  He met
me at the door in tight black leather pants and a real tight white tee
shirt.  He was pretty handsome, and he had a thick moustache.  He was
probably around thirty.  He didn't tell me his name.  Instead, he said I
had to call him Sir when I addressed him.  That was fine with me.  Hell, I
didn't give a shit what he wanted me to do.  He said he would refer to me
as "Boy."  Whatever.
	He told me to take off my clothes in the living room.  I did, and
he asked me if that miserable little thing between my legs was what I
called a penis.  At first I didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
I mean, I'm built pretty good, and soft, I'm like five-and-a-half or six
inches.  Then I realized this was all part of his fantasy.  I said Yes,
Sir.  I'm sorry, Sir, and he told me he could make do.  Then he said,
You're a virgin, aren't you, Boy.  I must have looked at him like he was
nuts, but I covered it pretty quick and said Yes, Sir.
	Good, he said.  I like my boys to be virgins.  I like to train them
right.  Whatever, I thought.
	He took me through a hall into a room that was dark except for a
few candles burning.  Then he had me stand in the middle of the room and
put my hands up over my head.  He put cuffs on my wrists from some chains
hanging from the ceiling.  They weren't handcuffs like cops use.  They were
leather cuffs closed with velcro.  Duh.  Anyway, he had me stand there with
my arms in the air.  Then he started working on me.  He seemed to really
get off in my nipple ring, and he played with it and sucked it for a while.
My cock got hard, and he said that's just what he wanted.
	He teased me for a good while.  My cock started leaking precum, and
a long strand of it hit the floor.  He really liked that.  He kept asking
me if his torture was effective.  I kept saying Yes, Sir.  I could see the
bulge in his leather pants growing, so it must have been turning him on.
Eventually, he took off his shirt and started rubbing his chest on mine.
He licked my ears and neck.  Then he unzipped the fly of his pants and took
his cock out.  He was hard, but he wasn't nearly as big as me.  He must
have had about five inches of hard meat on him.
	He rubbed his cock against mine, and he kept saying he was gonna
make me cum.  He told me he had total control over me and that I would cum
when he said so.  I had no problem with that.  I had been hard and dripping
precum for about thirty minutes by that point, and I could pretty much cum
on cue.  And that's exactly what happened.  He stood right in front of me,
his cock rubbing mine, and screamed, "Come, goddamnit."  And I came.  It
splashed all over his pants, and he seemed to love that.  He came, too,
squirting all over my cock.  That felt pretty good.
	Then he left the room.  Shit, I thought, what am I supposed to do
now?  I just stood there, figuring he'd let me know what to do next.
	He came back in in about ten minutes dressed in just a leather
harness-like thing that ended with a metal ring around his cock and balls.
He undid the cuffs on my wrist and told me to get on my knees.  I did, and
then he had me suck his cock.  The whole thing fit into my mouth, and I
worked it and his balls for a while until he was hard again.  When he was
fully hard, he made me lean over a kind of leather-covered thing that
reminded me of a pommel horse, only lower.  He cuffed my wrists to my
ankles.  My ass was in the air, so I figured he was going to fuck me.  And,
sure enough, that's what was next.
	Before he stuck it in me, he greased my ass with some kind of lube,
probably Vaseline.  He kept talking about how he was going to take my
cherry and fuck my virgin cunt, and shit like that.  It didn't really turn
me on, but I guess it turned him on.  Whatever.  When he finally stuck it
in me, it went in without any trouble.  He kept saying how tight I was and
how he loved to fuck virgins.  My cock got hard from the pressure inside
and against the horse, and pretty soon he was fucking me pretty good.  It
didn't take him too long to come, though, and I came just about when he
did.  I'd had better orgasms, but I'd had worse ones, too.
	After he pulled out, he turned me loose.  Then he put his arm
around my shoulders and walked me to a bathroom and told me to clean up.
After I did, I went out into the living room.  He was dressed by then in
jeans and a regular tee shirt, and he was sitting on the sofa smoking a
cigarette.  He introduced himself as Stan Stewart and asked me my name.  I
told him.  Then he offered me a drink.  He complimented my body and my
face, and told me to get dressed if I wanted to.
	I thought the guy was a split personality or something.  Now he was
acting completely different than from before.  Now he was like an ordinary
guy.  He brought me a bourbon and coke, and we talked for a while.  He was
a computer programmer for the telephone company.  He asked all about me,
and I mostly made up shit.  I didn't want this guy to know my personal
life.  When I finished my drink, I told him I had to go.  He asked me if I
had had as much fun as he had, and I said, "Sure."  Right.  Anyway, I
thought the whole thing was a little creepy, but he gave me a real good
tip.
	When I got home, Bobby was still up, so I told him about my
evening's adventure.  He said he thought he might like to try doing
something like that someday.

June 4, 1998
	I talked to Jack today about last night.  I told him what the guy
had done, and he asked me if I had liked it.  I told the truth and said it
wasn't bad.  He told me the guy had called him earlier that day to say how
wonderful it all was.  I hadn't thought he had enjoyed it all that much,
but apparently he had.  Jack had a quick blowjob lined up for me that
afternoon with a businessman visiting the city.  Then he asked me if I
would consider a weekend with Stan and some of his friends.
	"What is this going to entail," I asked.
	"Well, it's at a place across the lake.  He wants you as his 'boy'
for the weekend.  Apparently all his friends have 'boys,' and he really
liked you.  You up for that?"
	"How much am I gonna make," I asked.
	He told me two thousand, plus tip, for the weekend.  I immediately
said yes.

June 8, 1998
	Whoa!  What a fucking weekend!
	I met Stan at his place around five in the afternoon.  He had just
gotten home and was still dressed for work.  He invited me into his bedroom
while he changed.
	"I want to talk to you about this weekend," he said.  I was all
ears.
	"I've got these three friends, and we like to get together now and
then for a weekend of sex.  It's really a 'daddy-boy' weekend.  Do you know
what that means?"
	"I'm not sure.  Why don't you explain."
	"Well, each of us older guys will have a younger guy with us as our
'boy.'  The boys' job is to please the daddies in whatever way the daddies
want to be pleased."
	"Is this gonna involve, like, torture, or anything like that?"  I
didn't mind the odd swat on my ass now and then, but I wasn't interested in
leaving there hurting or with any broken bones.
	"Only pleasure-torture.  In other words, somebody might keep you
hard for a couple of hours without letting you cum.  Or they might tie you
up like I did the other night and fool around with you that way.  We're not
into S and M in any way, and nobody will hurt you.  For one thing, you know
where I live, and I'm not interested in your getting pissed off at me and
working my ass over."  He grinned a little when he said that, but the
thought of having to fuck him up good if he hurt me had crossed my mind.
"How does that sound to you?"
	"I can handle that," I said.  "I might even enjoy it."  Then I
grinned my boyish grin, which I knew most older guys loved.  "Do I call you
Sir, or Stan, or what?"
	"You call me Sir or Daddy.  You call the other dads either Sir or
Mister and then their first name, like Mr. Richard or Mr. Bill or
Mr. David."
	"Okay, Dad," I said.  He grinned back at me.
	Stan stripped out of his business clothes and put on a leather jock
strap that had a zipper fly.  Then he put on a pair or really tight leather
shorts and a leather vest.  I though he was going to be hot as hell in that
get-up in the summer heat, but I didn't comment.  Then he told me to take
off my pants and underwear.  I had on a pair of tight 501's and no
underwear, a fact he seemed to like.
	"I want to trim your bush a little, if you don't mind."
	I must have had a look of reservation on my face because he
immediately said, "Or you can do it.  Either way, I want you to wear a
cockring, and all that hair will just get in the way and pull and be
uncomfortable."
	"Okay.  You do it, Dad."  Again, he grinned.
	He got down in front of me and carefully trimmed my pubic hair with
a pair of scissors.  He didn't take off a whole lot, but it was definitely
shorter and neater looking when he finished.
	"You're going to have a fucking ball this weekend," he said.
	"Great.  I'm looking forward to it."

	Stan wanted me to ride over with him, but I insisted on taking my
own car.  I had no idea what to expect, and I wanted to be able to get the
hell out of there if I had to.  My car has one of those cypher locks on the
door, so I left my keys in the car, just to make sure I would have them if
I needed them.  I also had a pair of shorts in the back seat in case I
needed them to ride home.
	When we got to the place, there was only one car parked in front.
I parked next to Stan, locked up, and followed him around back.  When I got
there, we found a guy who was introduced to me as Mr. Dave and a young guy
named Jordan.  Jordan was naked, and his cock was about half hard.  He was
pretty cute looking, but his equipment was only average.
	"Get undressed," Stan said to me.  I said, "Yes, sir," and
immediately complied.  Mr. Dave and Jordan both looked me over pretty good,
and Dave took my cock in his hand.  I started to back away, but he said
"stay still" in a real authoritarian voice, so I did.  He played with my
dick, rubbing it up and down.  I started getting a little hard when he did
that, and the veins on my cock swelled and stood out from the skin.
	"See what I mean," Stan said to Dave.
	"Yeah."
	Dave told Jordan to get us all beers, and he complied in a second.
The two dads sat in patio chairs, but they told us to sit on the ground.
Dave and Stan lit up cigarettes, and Stan offered one to me.  Dave didn't
offer Jordan one, so I figured he didn't smoke.
	"Sir, may I have a cigarette, too," Jordan ask in a rather pathetic
sounding voice.
	"Not now.  Maybe later," Dave said.  Whoooa, I thought, these two
must really be into the dominance thing.
	Jordan didn't ask again.  I felt kind of guilty smoking in front of
a guy who obviously wanted one real bad, but it didn't stop me.
	Stan and Dave talked about work and sports and shit like that.
Jordan and I didn't say anything for a while.  Finally, I broke the silence
between us.
	"What do you do for a living, man," I asked Jordan.
	"Shut the fuck up," Dave said loudly.
	"Sorry, dude," I said without thinking.  Dave reared back to slap
me, but I moved back out of the way.  This was getting heavy.
	"I'll handle his discipline," Stan said to Dave.  Then to me he
said, "Think about what you just said, and say you're sorry again, but
politely."
	"Sorry, sir," I said.  That seemed to be the right response.
	"If you boys listen, you might learn something," Dave said to both
of us.  Yeah, I thought, I might learn just how psycho you are, but, of
course, I said nothing.
	In a little while another car pulled up.  In a few seconds, two men
in their 30's and a fucking awesome set of identical twins walked around
the house to where we were.  I followed Jordan's lead and jumped to my feet
when they walked up.  The two dads were Mr. Richard, a bald-headed guy with
a close-cropped beard, and Mr. Bill, a short guy with dark hair and long,
bushy eyebrows.  Their "sons" were Reid and Derek, respectively.
Fortunately, Reid had a gold stud in his left ear, and Derek didn't.  That
way I'd be able to tell them apart.  I shook hands with all of them.  The
boys immediately undressed without having to be told to do so.
	Twins have always fascinated me, and these two were stunning in
their appearance.  They were dirty blonds, with blue eyes, smooth bodies,
and pretty nice muscle development.  Their faces were gorgeous.  Their
dicks were no more than two or two-and-a-half inches long, but, of course,
they were completely soft.  Without being told, Jordan got the newcomers
beers.  He also got a second round for the four of us who had been there.
	There was more small talk.  I smoked another cigarette, but once
again Jordan was denied one when he asked.  The twins didn't ask, so I
assumed they didn't smoke.
	After a while, Jordan got more beers for everybody.  I was starting
to feel my bladder getting full, but it wasn't uncomfortable, and I could
wait.  The twins kept looking at my cock, and they both studied my nipple
ring and tattoo pretty carefully, too.  I was the only one of the eight of
us who had any body decoration at all, at least as far as I could see.  The
other three dads might have had tats and piercings all over their bodies,
but I couldn't see them through their clothes.
	Slowly but surely, the twins started getting hard.  Jordan noticed,
and his cock started putting on weight, too.  Never one to be left out of a
crowd scene, I started getting erect, as well.
	Mr. Bill noticed us first.
	"Y'all, look at our boys.  It seems they're getting horny on us."
	The other men looked at us and laughed.
	"Stand up, Reid," Mr. Richard said.  "Let us see what you've got
there, son."
	Reid stood up, and I could tell he was kind of embarrassed.  But
instead of softening up, his cock got harder.  It was a respectable six
inches, at least, and I assumed Derek's was about the same.
	Everybody admired Reid's erection, and Stan said he thought it was
pretty nice.  Duh.  After a while, they let poor Reid sit down again.
Again, Jordan got more beers for everybody.
	"Dad, I really have to piss," Derek said.
	"That's too damn bad.  You should have pissed before the trip
over."
	"I did.  You made me drink two bottles of water, though, and that,
plus the beers, has me really needing to go."
	"Don't be such a wimp, Derek.  You'll piss later."  Whooa, I
thought.  This Mr. Bill was a hard-ass.
	After more small talk, Mr. Dave said the dads were going inside to
make plans for the weekend.
	"I don't think we can trust you guys out here by yourselves without
supervision," Mr. Dave said.  "Y'all are going to have to be restrained."
	Oh, fuck, I thought.  What the hell does that mean?
	What it meant was they put handcuffs, real steel ones, around my
balls and cock and the balls and cock of Reid.  Then they put our hands
behind each other and cuffed us again.  We were facing each other, and the
fronts of our bodies were in total contact with each other.  Reid's hard-on
was curved up against my belly, and my cock was nestled between his balls.
They put a rope around our waists and tied us to a wall that had eye hooks
in it.  No doubt, the eye hooks were there for that purpose.  Reid was next
to the wall, and I was on the outside.  We were as linked together as two
guys could be without fucking.  They did the same thing to Jordan and Derek
a few feet down from us.
	"You guys can really get to know each other now," Dave said.  Then
the four dads went inside.
	After they were gone, I asked Reid if he liked this.
	"Can't you feel my hard-on?  Of course, I like it."
	"You and Derek are twins, right?"
	"What do you think?"
	"Duh," was all I said.
	Reid and I talked.  He and Derek were both college students, and
they lived with Richard and Bill, who were lovers.  He and Derek had been
fucking each other since they were thirteen, so it was no problem for them
when their dads made them have sex with each other.  Their real parents
lived in Florida and had no idea of the kind of lives they led.  They were
twenty-two.
	"Jason,"--that's the name I told them instead of Kevin--"I really
have to piss, man.  We had to drink two quarts of water on the way over,
and that, plus the beer, has me about to pop.  I hope you don't mind, but
I'm just going to let it run."
	Having said that, I started feeling a hot stream splashing onto my
stomach and then running down my leg.  Reid was pissing on me.  Instead of
disgusting me, as I might have otherwise thought it would, I found it a
real turn-on.  I had to go, too, so I let my own urine loose.  After a few
minutes, maybe three, maybe four, we were emptied, but our cocks were rock
hard.
	I decided to make something of the situation.  I started rocking
against Reid, rubbing my cock against his belly.  He responded, and, before
too long, we both came.  Our cum splashed against our stomachs.
	"Jason," Reid said in a minute.  "Can I kiss you?"
	I didn't answer.  Instead, I planted my lips firmly on his, and our
tongues played with each others' in our mouths.  I glanced over at the
other boys, and they were watching us kiss, and they were rubbing against
one another as we had done.  While we were still kissing, Reid started
rubbing my butt.  Then he got a finger up into my hole.  I followed his
lead as best I could with him up against the wall.  We started humping
again, only this time it took us longer to come.  When we did, though, I
jerked uncontrollably like I usually do when I jerk off.  It was really
powerful.
	I leaned up against Reid for a few minutes.  We were both softening
a little, and I felt Reid unload another bladder-full of piss.  I couldn't
get over how good that felt.

	After maybe forty-five minutes of being tied together, the dads
came back outside.
	"I see these boys are as big pigs as we are," Mr. Bill grinned.
"Stand up straight so we can see how nasty y'all are."
	We stood there drenched in cum and piss, and it was perfectly
obvious what had happened.  I thought we'd be punished or something.
Instead, they announced the first game we'd play.  It was to be one-on-one
basketball.  The guy who finally won would make the loser do anything
sexual he wanted him to, and everybody else would watch.  Each game would
go to ten points, and there wouldn't be any free throws allowed.  We would
be allowed to wear shoes but no clothes.
	I played Reid in the first game and won by two points.  My cock
flopped all around the place, and the dads commented on that fact several
times.  The next game was between Derek and Jordan.  Neither guy was very
good, but Derek finally beat him.  Then it was Reid against Derek, and
Derek won again.  Next, I played Jordan and beat his ass by four points.
Then Jordan played Reid and won.  Last, it was me against Derek.  He played
better this time than he had before, but I still beat him by two points.
	This took the better part of an hour, and all of us were sweaty and
nasty.  They let us rest up and drink a beer.  I was allowed to smoke, but
the others weren't.  After a ten minute break, it was time for me to claim
my prize as the winner and for Reid to do whatever I wanted him to do.  I
really wanted to fuck his ass, but I thought I'd give him the choice.
	"Whatever you want, man," he said.
	"He wants to fuck you," Mr. Richard said.  "He's probably afraid of
that horse cock of yours."
	"Cool," I said.  "I want you to fuck me, Reid."
	The other six guys made a circle around us on the grass.  I was a
little self-conscious about this, but, hell, I was making a mint on the
weekend.
	"You guys really make love to one another," Stan said.  "And don't
be surprised if you see one or two of us jerking off."  All the others
laughed.
	Reid and I got down on the ground and started kissing.  I went for
his nipple, as I ordinarily would, and the taste was a combination of
sweat, piss, and cum that was an unbelievable turn on.  He stroked me all
over, and, in no time, we were both rock hard.  I went down to his cock and
took it into my mouth.  I sucked it a little, but he pulled back.  He got
over me with his legs on either side of my chest, and I thought he wanted
me to suck him that way.  Instead, to my surprise and ultimate delight, he
let loose a dribble of piss that splashed all over my chest.  I pushed him
back so he was sitting on the ground between my open legs, and his piss
came splashing down on my cock and balls.  I started pissing then, too, and
it shot up onto his chest.  The crowd went wild.
	We did that until we were each pissed out.  Then I got my legs up
over his shoulders and moved him into position to fuck me.  He entered me
easily, and I groaned with the pleasure of having him in me.  His cock
wasn't more than six inches long and about four inches around, but he used
it with superb skill.  He knew right where my prostate was, and he was on
it like flies on shit.  He drew in and out of me slowly, and I matched his
rhythm easily.  I felt like I could fuck all night, and the two or three
orgasms I had had earlier, plus the beer, made it easy for me to fuck long
without coming.  Reid must have been the same because he eased in and out
of me with no hurry or urgency.  We were both just enjoying the act of
fucking, and the other guys were enjoying it, too.
	I don't have any idea how long we pumped, but it seemed like a very
long time.  We brought each other to the edge several times and eased back,
like experienced fuck-boys know how to do.  Finally, by mutual consent, we
gave into our bodies' need for orgasm, and we climaxed with skull-numbing
intensity.  As usual, I didn't have to touch myself to come, and Reid,
sensing I wanted to be left along, didn't touch me, either.  When the final
wave of pleasure had ebbed, he slumped onto me and kissed me.
	The other guys applauded when we came, and, I think, all six of
them came at just about the same time.  Some of their cum splashed onto
Reid and me.
	No sooner than Reid had pulled out of me and I had sprawled in the
grass did Richard jump him and Stan jump me.  They had our cocks in their
mouths and were sucking hard in an instant.  I wasn't fully soft, by any
means, and neither was Reid.  We both got hard again from the stimulation
of the older guys' mouths, and, in ten minutes or less, we both had
earth-moving orgasms.  Our dads were right behind us, and they shot their
loads on our filthy bodies.
	When that was done, I was truly exhausted.  Stan gave me a smoke,
and I noticed Richard gave one to Reid.  We lay propped up on our elbows,
smoking and basking in the incredible afterglow of wonderful sex.
	"You two are nastier than even I like it," Richard said.  "Go hit
the showers."
	Reid and I took off into the pool house.  I wasn't sure where we
were going, but he had obviously been there before and knew the way.
	We got into a double shower stall and turned the water on.  It was
cold at first, so we stood in the corner away from the spray to protect
ourselves.  It was a hot, humid night, but the water was even colder than
we needed it to be.
	Once the water temperature was right, we stood under the gigantic
showerhead together.
	"That was fucking awesome," Reid said.  "Thank you."
	"Thank you, man," I said.  "I can't remember when I came so hard.
And you've introduced me to something new."
	"What," he asked, in all sincerity.
	"The whole piss thing.  I've never done that before."
	He grinned when I said that.  "I was hoping you'd like it," he
said.  "Our dads made us drink a whole bunch of water on the way over here
so we'd have to piss like racehorses, and I'm now glad they did."
	We squirted shampoo onto our hands and washed each other's hair.
Then we lathered up our hands and went to work on each other's bodies.  It
really felt good having that hot stud rubbing all over me.  He was real
careful around my nipple ring, but I told him he didn't have to be so
gentle.
	"Of course, you may have to deal with the consequences," I said.  I
had no idea if I had a hard-on left in me that night after so much sex, but
I was willing to try.  He looked at me a little puzzled, and then he
grinned.  He started playing with it in good earnest, then, and, sure
enough, my cock got hard.
	He started getting a little hard, too, of course.  I decided to do
something I wasn't sure he'd ever done before.  I took his cock in my hand
and slid my foreskin over the head of it.  Then I started jerking us both
off inside my skin.  At first Reid was confused and surprised, but it
didn't take him long to get into it.  I was able to get my skin down to
about the half-way point on his cock, and we were like Siamese twins joined
at the cock.  I leaned over and shoved my tongue into his mouth and a
finger up his ass.  He did the same to me, and I stroked us for all I was
worth.  In five minutes or less, we both came in stupendous climaxes.  The
little cum we had left made a kind of balloon under my foreskin, and I held
it there for a few seconds.
	"Whooooa!" he said, obviously impressed.  "What the hell was that?"
	"That was docking.  I guess you've never done that before."
	"Never even heard of it, man.  That was awesome."
	"That's just something a guy with an uncut cock can do that a cut
guy can't.  No biggie."
	"Well, maybe not to you, but it was fucking awesome.  I can't wait
to tell Derek about it."
	We finished our shower and got out of the stall.  There were towels
handy, and we used them.  We went back outside, hair uncombed and skin
still a little moist.  The only one outside was Stan, and he was cooking
steaks.  It was probably close to eight o'clock, and my stomach was needing
some food.  The steaks smelled wonderful.
	"You boys were about as hot as anybody I've ever seen," Stan said.
	"Thanks, Dad," I said.  He smiled.
	"Make yourselves drinks and help yourselves to cigarettes, if you
want 'em," he said.  I made myself a scotch on the rocks and fired up a
Marlboro.  Reid poured some gin and tonic in his glass and took a
cigarette, too.
	"Can we help you," Reid asked.
	"Naw.  There's nothing to this.  Richard and Bill are inside making
salad and shit, and I think Dave is inside showering with Derek and Jordan.
I can only imagine what that must be like."  He gave an evil grin, and we
both chuckled.
	"Stan, er, Dad, help me to understand what the fuck's going on
here," I said.  Reid looked a little surprised at my use of his first name
and at my profanity.
	"Well, we four dads have been friends since high school, and I've
known Reid and Derek since they were--what? eighteen?"
	Reid nodded.
	"We get together about four times a year for a dad-son weekend.
Jordan lives with Dave, and Reid and Derek live with Richard and Bill, but
not on the same terms.  Jordan is a full-time son.  These guys have lives
of their own and just do the 'son' thing occasionally, am I right?"
	"Yes, sir.  That's right," Reid said.
	"Richard and Bill have been lovers since they were eighteen, and
they're now thirty-six.  In fact, we're all thirty-six, give or take a few
months.  This is all an act.  We all love young boys, and we like to
pretend we're your fathers.  Not that we're into incest or anything.  I
don't think any of us has ever done anything with our own dads, but it's
just a fetish, a game."
	"Well, so far it's been a hell of a lot of fun.  I thought I was
gonna have to deck Dave when he went to hit me earlier this afternoon,
though."
	"Yeah, I know.  And you could have easily done it.  That's why I
stepped in.  He and Jordan have a different kind of relationship than
everyone else.  They're more into the discipline thing.  Don't worry,
though.  He got the message."
	"Good, cause I'd hate to have to punch his fucking lights out, but
I will if he touches me," I said.
	"It won't happen.  Don't worry."
	Jordan came out just then with a tray full of cheese, crackers,
nuts, and some hot munchies.  He put them down, poured himself a drink, and
lit a cigarette.  I dove into the snacks, and so did Reid.
	Dinner was served in a little while, and the conversation at table
was among equals.  We still called the "men" "sir" or "dad," but everybody
got wine and all the rest of the stuff.  We weren't treated like kids.
After the meal, everybody, including Derek, lit up cigarettes.
	"So what's next, Dad," Jordan asked Dave.
	"I think we're gonna play a little sexual roulette.  How does that
sound?"
	Jordan and the twins grinned.  I wasn't sure what it meant, but I
grinned, too.
	It turned out to be a game where every son drew a sex act from one
set of cards and a person's name from another.  I got Dave's name, and the
sex act was for me to fuck him.  It was all to be done in public, of
course, in the pool house game room.
	Well, Derek had to suck off Stan, and Jordan had to let Richard
fuck him.  I fucked Dave with him on all fours, and, frankly, my heart
wasn't in it.  We both came and had a pretty good time, but I didn't like
the guy, and I think I communicated that.  Reid had to let his own "dad,"
Richard, fuck him, and they did it pretty well.
	After that it was time for bed.  Stan and I slept together, but we
were both too tired to do anything.  Hell, I had come like six times or
more already that night, and I was tired.  Stan was, too, so we just went
to sleep.  The next morning, we woke up around ten, and I plowed his ass
for all I was worth.  That seemed to satisfy him.
	On Saturday we played more games, all sexual, of course.  One game
was called "cock duel," and it involved two sons rubbing their cocks
together until one of them came.  The dads bet money on who would come
first, and the first one to come was the loser.  I guess it was some kind
of macho endurance test.  The first pair were Derek and Reid, and you could
really tell they knew each other's bodies as well as they knew their own.
It took a good while, but finally Derek made Reid come, so Reid was the
loser.  Then it was my turn against Jordan.  Cut guys are supposed to be
less sensitive than uncut guys, but I had Jordan spouting sperm in ten
minutes.  They gave me a few minutes to cool down and lose my erection, so
Derek and I would start on an even field.  We got up to start, and I stared
Derek deeply in the eyes.  He didn't turn away, but he did smile at me.  We
squirmed together until we got hard, and then we went to town rubbing each
other with just our cocks.  That was supposed to be the only point of
contact.  So far, nobody had used any verbal stimulation, but I decided to
give it a try.
	"Come on, baby.  Shoot for me," I said.  "Let me see that big thick
cock spurting.  I want your cum all over me.  Oh, soooooo hot.  Let me see
you come.  Come, man.  Come."  I actually said a good bit more than that,
and everyone else got hard and started jerking off.  That hadn't happened
in the other bouts, so I figure I must have turned everyone on.
	Derek didn't show nearly the control with me that he had with his
own twin.  After no more than fifteen minutes of direct stimulation, his
whole body stiffened, and he shot his load onto me.  Cool.  I was the
winner.  Stan was proud and collected on his bets.
	During lunch Reid told everybody about docking, and, of course,
they wanted a demonstration.  I could pick my partner, so, naturally, I
chose Stan.  We went back outside, and Stan got naked.  We started the way
most sex sessions do with kissing and cuddling and stroking each other.
When we were both hard, I stretched my skin over Stan's cock and went to
town.  Stan moaned a good bit, and pretty soon we both shot our loads.
There was more cum this time than there had been with Reid, but I managed
to hold on tight enough for most of it to stay in the little balloon my
foreskin made.  Everybody loved it.
	When we were finished, Dave made Jordan clean our cocks for us with
his mouth.  He was a damn good cocksucker, and he worked his tongue up
under my skin like he had done that before.  I asked him about it later,
and he said it was pure instinct.  Pretty damn good instinct, I thought.
	After our docking demo, we all went to our rooms for a "nap."  Stan
wanted to fuck me.  Fine with me, I thought.  We lay in the bed with me on
my side and one leg crooked at the knee to give him a good shot at my hole.
Stan was a pretty good fuck, and he made me come pretty intensely.  He
really did want to take a nap, so he pulled me to him without removing his
dick from my ass.  We both dozed.  When I woke up, Stan was hard, so he
fucked me again.  With his cum from earlier still inside me, it was a nice,
smooth event, and he lasted much longer than he had the first time.
	We cleaned up with a towel, and Stan didn't bother putting his
clothes on.  We joined the others on the patio for more fun.  The next game
was a kind of race in which everyone participated.  The boys got down on
our hands and knees, and our dads stuck their cocks in our asses.  A finish
line was established, and the first pair across the line won.  That seemed
simple enough, but the hitch was that both dad and son had to come before
they crossed the line to be the winners.  Each team could use whatever
strategy they chose.  I suggested to Stan that we get as close to the line
as possible before we did any serious fucking, and he agreed that was a
good idea.
	As soon as we heard "GO!" we crawled toward the line, stopping only
inches before it.  Then the serious fucking began.  I grabbed hold of my
cock with my left hand, and Stan started humping me fast and hard.  I've
got great control over my orgasms, and I came in less than two dozen
strokes.  When I did, the spasms in my ass set Stan off, and he loaded my
ass full.  I put my hand over the finish line and announced we had won.
This had to be verified, of course.  Everyone stopped fucking and came to
check.  I showed them the wad of fresh cum on the grass, and that satisfied
them I had come.  Stan's orgasm was another matter.  They had to do a taste
check of my ass to make sure there was cum up in it.
	Whooa!  What an experience.  First, each dad had to satisfy himself
that Stan had shot his load.  Then each son had to do the same.  I've
always loved being rimmed, and I got a full bate of it that afternoon.
When that was over, we rested with beers and smokes.
	After another great dinner, we settled in for our evening games.  I
didn't know who had thought up all this shit, but, whoever it was, he had a
hell of a good imagination.  The first game that night was a kissing game
among just the boys.  We had to kiss another boy until one of us came.  I
got Reid as my partner.  You could rub each other everywhere but on the
cock, but that was all.  It was like making out without going all the way.
Derek and Jordan went first and put on a wonderful demonstration of how hot
kissing can be.  Jordan came after twenty minutes of intense lip action.
Reid and I got on the floor together and went at it.  Reid knew how
sensitive my nipple with the ring in it was, and he used that to full
advantage.  In less than half the time it had taken the other two, I shot
my load high into the air.  That left the brothers to work on each other.
That was really something hot to see.  After thirty minutes, Reid finally
got Derek to come, so he was declared the winner.
	The usual bets had been made on that game, but nothing had been
said about a prize.  It turned out Reid had the sexual act of his choice
with the person of his choice.  Of course, he chose docking with me.  So
for the second time that day, I docked with a guy.  Everyone cheered, and I
had another stupendous orgasm.
	The last activity of the night was a kind of free-form orgy.  We
could do anything with anybody, as long as we did it on the mat that was
set out in the middle of the room.  Dave, whose place we were using, asked
if anyone minded if he taped the show.  Nobody objected, so he set up four
video cameras around the room and turned them on.  The orgy was pretty much
fun, and I was popular.  I docked with Dave and Richard, Stan let me fuck
him, and we spent a lot of time jerking each others' cocks.  When it was
over, everyone was pretty exhausted.  That night we drew names to see who
we slept with, and I got Reid.
	When we went to bed, I assumed he would want to fuck me, but the
opposite was the case.
	"I've never had one as big as yours," he said.  "Take it slow,
okay?"
	"Sure, buddy."
	I lubed his asshole up really well, and I lubed my cock, too.  I
entered him slowly, but there was really no resistance to speak of.  He
took me all the way up to my pubes, and I fucked him in long, slow strokes.
We changed positions several times, and we ended up with him on his back.
I didn't want him to come on the sheets and have to sleep on a wet spot all
night.
	Old Reid was a good fuck, and we both lasted a long, long time.
When we finally came, it was an earth-mover.  After we caught our breath
and lit cigarettes, Reid wanted to talk.
	"You're a pro, aren't you," he asked.
	"Yeah, but don't let on.  I think Stan might be embarrassed he had
to hire a son."
	"Oh, he does that every time," Reid said.  "That's how we knew."
	"Does everyone know," I asked.
	"Yeah.  I think so."
	I didn't say anything to that, but Reid had another question right
away.
	"Do you have, like, a boyfriend?"
	I wasn't sure where this would lead, so I took my standard evasive
route.  "I have someone," I said, meaning Bobby.
	"What about you," I asked Reid.
	"Naw.  I really like this one guy, but I think he's spoken for."
	"Who is it?  Maybe I know him," I said, innocently.
	"It's you, man.  I think you're just about the cutest thing I've
ever seen.  I could very easily fall in love with you."
	I was truly flattered because I had been thinking pretty much the
same thing about him.
	"The fact is, I really don't have a boyfriend, as such.  Just my
roommate, and he's just a fuck-buddy.  He dates all the time."
	"So is there anyway you and I could see one another?"
	I thought about it.  "I'll tell you what.  Give me your number
tomorrow.  Okay?"
	"Okay," he said with a wide grin.  We kissed and went to sleep.

	Reid and I woke up around noon on Sunday, and I fucked him again.
Then we took a shower together and we docked for the third time.
	It was one o'clock by the time we joined the others.  Richard and
Bill were fishing; Dave, Derek, and Jordan were in the pool; and Stan was
reading the newspaper.  There was coffee, danish, and a pitcher of bloody
Marys on the table.  I got some coffee and lit a cigarette.  After my
smoke, I ate four pastries and had more coffee.  Then I had a bloody Mary.
Reid did about the same, only he ate before he smoked his first cigarette
of the day.
	"Did you boys have fun last night," Stan asked with a sheepish grin
on his face.
	"Yes, sir," Reid responded.  "We sure did."
	"It sounded like it," Stan replied, chuckling.  Reid and I both
grinned.
	Just about then Stan's cell phone went off, and he answered it.  I
could tell by the tone of his voice it wasn't good news.  When he hung up,
he called to Dave to get out and come talk to him.
	Stan and Dave worked together in the telephone company's data
center.  In fact, Stan was the head of it and, therefore, Dave's boss.
Stan explained there had been a major breakdown of some kind and that both
of them had to be there ASAP.
	"I hate to break this up, fellas," he said to me and Reid, "but
duty calls."
	We said we understood.
	Stan asked me to come with him to our room.  I figured he wanted me
to pack my meager belongings and haul ass when he did.  Instead, he told me
I had been wonderful and that he had had nothing but compliments about me
since we had gotten there.  He gave me a big, wet kiss and grabbed my cock.
	"I wish I had time to put this to use one more time, but I really
do have to go.  You know, if I had a son, I'd want him to be you."
	That really touched me, and I told him as much.
	"Oh, and here's a little something for you," he said.  "It's the
money you won for me this weekend."  When I counted it later, it was
$650.00, the second biggest tip I had ever gotten.  I thanked him, of
course, kissed him again, and said goodbye.  I had a feeling that wouldn't
be the last time I saw Stan.
	Dave and Jordan left after saying goodbye, and Stan was right
behind them.  Bill and Richard were off fishing, so that just left me and
the twins.
	"You're not going to leave, are you," Reid asked imploringly.
	"Not unless you want me to," I replied.
	"Fuck, no.  Stay."  This time Derek spoke.
	We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know one another.
Both guys were smart as hell, and they confided that they only did this
stuff with Bill and Richard because it gave them room, board, and spending
money.  They were both accounting majors and planned on opening a CPA
practice together someday.  I told them about my accounting course and how
much I disliked it.  They grinned but didn't otherwise comment.
	We played a little basketball, swam, soaked up sun, and, oh yeah,
fucked each other that afternoon.  Actually, we did a three-stack fuck,
with me in the middle.  That was fun.  Reid also asked me if I would dock
with Derek, and I did.  He was just as taken with it as Reid was.  Around
five Richard and Bill came up from fishing.  We packed up, and I was home
by 6:30.  Before we left, Reid made sure I had both his phone and pager
numbers.
	Phew!  What a weekend.


June 10, 1998
	Jack called me last night after I had written my entry and asked me
about the weekend.  I told him it was great.  He asked me to lunch today.
I've got like thirty minutes to make it to class, and then I'm supposed to
meet Jack an hour later.  More tomorrow.

June 12, 1998
	Jack and I had lunch on Tuesday, and I told him about the weekend.
He seemed pleased that I had a good time.  He gave me a check and $500
hundred in cash as a tip from the whole group.  Apparently, I was a bigger
hit than I thought I was.  Altogether, I made more than $3,100.00 for
having a wonderful time.
	We discussed all sorts of possibilties.  Jack said I was his most
valuable "property," a term I found a little offensive, but what the hell.
He said there were possible movie deals and still modeling in my future.
Yeah, yeah.  Anyway, I left that lunch happy to be a Callboy and happy to
know Jack.  I realize he doesn't give a rat's ass for me personally,
anymore than I do for him, but it's a good business.  I think I'll stay
with it a while.

The End