Date: Wed, 16 Sep 2015 13:15:43 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: BBC on Campus - Chapter Eighteen

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BBC ON CAMPUS

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON


Following our day skiing and snowboarding, Toshi scheduled dinner at the
University Club in the Westcliffe Hotel.  A meal with the Japanese stud and
his college-aged, fuck-toy son had disaster potential amply written all
over it.  A couple of glasses of wine and a loose tongue might clue Toshi
in about the late afternoon liaison in the snow Koichi and I enjoyed.  It
wasn't clear if revealing that uncomfortable fact would be more awkward for
me or for Koichi.  The two of us fucking within hours of being introduced
for the first time might not go over well with the tall, bookish academic.

I was mostly worried about Koichi inadvertently revealing something.  I had
learned the hard way to be cautious in delicate situations.  During a party
when I was high school in Chicago, I let it slip that I was fucking two
different lawyers.  Unfortunately they were both at the party and married
to each other.  Of course that meant they had both been cheating.  They
buried their differences by deciding to have me bury my cock in both of
their asses during a three way.  What could have been a disastrous incident
instead turned into a series of wild, fuck-train threesomes.  But having
dodged that bullet, I made certain to be more circumspect afterwards.

I showered and changed before meeting Toshi for a drink before dinner.  The
repurposed gas station below my room was quiet, as it had been since
Christmas break started for the resident college boys.  Compared to the
usual beehive of activity, the place was eerily deserted.  Max was the only
rock climber in residence during Christmas break, and he wasn't around,
perhaps taking advantage of the bluebird day to run or perhaps get in an
hour of climbing.  I found I missed the activity.  To a point.

I met Toshi at the Cruise Room, a bar wedged into a corner of the
Westcliffe Hotel.  While the hotel was a classic western Victorian, down to
stained glass windows and elaborate wooden details, the Cruise Room came
from an art deco era renovation.  The bar mimicked a 1920s or 1930s cruise
ship with deco finishes that would have been at home on South Beach.

Westcliffe's bars were either `town' bars or `gown' bars.  The handful of
`gown' bars catered to college students, those already 21 and those with
passable fake IDs.  In other words, every student in town, given the
tendency of the town police to believe they had bigger issues than
attacking the time-honored tradition of underage college drinking.  The
`town' bars were filled with local residents, although given its location,
Marco's Supper Club might better be characterized as a `ranch' bar.  The
Cruise Room was firmly in the town category.  Although plenty of the
University's faculty and staff frequented it, the college boys and girls
found it too quiet and staid.

In the dim light of the Cruise Room, Toshi looked hot.  Hell, in the
blinding sunlight on the ski slopes earlier in the day the tall Japanese
man looked hot, too.  He was wearing a black mock turtleneck, which draped
across his broad shoulders in a way that highlighted his chest and pecs.
Once again, Toshi's age-defying appearance was on display.  From across the
room, he could have been 20, rather than 45.  From five feet away he could
have been 20, rather than 45.  The gray wolf in me stirred, sensing prey.

I didn't think too much about Koichi not joining us for drinks.  He was a
senior at Cal Poly, so there was an outside change he might not be 21.
Perhaps Toshi wanted some time to talk with me alone before dinner.  When
we finished our cocktails and the maξtre de at the University Club
showed us to a table for two, it was apparent that Toshi and I were dining
alone.

"Koichi isn't joining us?" I asked as I sat down.

Toshi shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh.  "He spent the drive
from the ski area texting and surfing the web – no surprise there –
but before we got to the hotel he announced he discovered a friend was in
town and they were going to hook up.  Small world, I guess."  I wondered if
Toshi understood the meaning of `hook-up' among today's college students.
I also wondered if Koichi's absence was cautionary, his way to avoid
revealing something that might cause his dad to suspect Kochi and I had
done more than just snowboard earlier in the day.  Or had Toshi, perhaps,
steered his son away so he could have a dinner alone with me?

"He seems like a nice kid," I replied.  `Kid' was an odd term for me to use
for Koichi, given we were likely the same age, or within a year or two at
most.  But I wanted to subtly suggest to Toshi that I was older than I was,
and, in particular, that I was older than his son.  Some 40-something men
like the idea of bedding a man 20 years younger, but others don't,
particularly if the man's potential sex partner is the same age as the
man's children.  I placed Toshi in the latter category, although it was
hard to know.  Toshi might have worked out my age by investigating my
background, but he might not have looked, or if he looked, he might not
have discovered the details.

"He's turned out okay," Toshi said with a fatherly smile.  "Hell," he
chuckled, casting away his Asian reserve.  "He turned out great.  I love
the kid like nobody's business."

Dinner was pleasant and I enjoyed talking to Toshi.  He was smart and
engaging, his interests wide ranging.  His soft brown eyes glittered in the
candlelight, making him look enticing.

As the night wore on, Toshi steered the conversation toward more personal
things.  We were finishing our entrees when Toshi leaned over the table and
said, "I think Koichi might be gay."  Judging from how rabidly the kid had
gone after my cock and planted his ass on it on the ski slopes, Toshi was
late to the party.  I was surprised Toshi didn't know his son was gay,
given how forward Koichi had been about male-male sex.  But if his father
didn't know, I was absolutely not going to out the kid.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, curious about what Toshi knew and
didn't know.

He sighed.  "All the usual signs.  He dated infrequently in high school,
and doesn't talk about women now that he is in college, other than women
that I know are only friends.  Little things, here and there."

Toshi looked directly at me and added, "I see a lot of myself in him."

Was Toshi about to come out and declare he was gay?  He was.

After a pause, Toshi said, "I'm gay," looking for my reaction.  I had
little doubt of that fact as far back as Thanksgiving dinner, but I was
glad Toshi put the issue behind us.  Some older men can't bring themselves
to cross the line.  I gave him a warm smile and stared directly into his
eyes, and he relaxed.

"So I understand the signs better than most," Toshi continued.  "Koichi
knows I'm gay, too; has known his entire life.  Of all people, he should
feel comfortable talking to me about his sexual orientation."

Being a hungry cumslut might be something you wouldn't discuss with your
father, even if your father was gay.  Exactly how do you go about telling
your dad that you are a power bottom?  I stifled a grin, envisioning
Toshi's face after Koichi said to him, "Uh, dad, I just wanted you to know
that I'm gay and I'm a total bottom.  I've taken it up the ass from just
about every gay college boy at Cal Poly, and I spend weekends down the road
in Lompoc getting butt fucked by a line of fly boys at Vandenberg Air Force
Base that want to get off and don't mind fucking an ass rather than a
vagina."

Kids didn't want their parents knowing about their sex life, gay or
straight.  "How much detail do you go into with Koichi about your sex
life?" I asked.

Surprised by my question, Toshi frowned and said, "None.  He's just a kid."

I smiled.  "If I asked him how much detail he goes into with you about his
sex life, Koichi might say, `none, he's my father!'"  Thinking about what I
said, Toshi grinned and nodded.

I was speaking partially from personal experience.  My parents knew I was
gay, but I went out of my way to ensure they didn't know the details of my
sex life.  Probably a wise decision, because while they were open minded
and pretty liberal, it was hard to know whether they would be scandalized
if they knew everything.  I had sowed untold quantities of wild oats in a
parade of men's asses.  Someone once said that you only regret the things
in life you haven't done, and if that were true, I could have no regrets on
my sex life.

"You'll always be his father and he'll always be your son," I continued.
"Parents are the best friends of their children rarely, and almost never
when the kids are teenaged or college-aged.  Kids talk to their friends
about stuff they would never dream about discussing with their parents.
And most parents don't talk to their kids about certain things.  Like their
sex life.  Give him time.  If he's gay he won't be embarrassed about
telling you, but he'll do it in his own way and in his own time."
Presumably Koichi would come out to Toshi by leading with something other
than, `I'm a power bottom, dad.'  But, who knew?

Toshi smiled, his grin making him look twenty-something again rather than
forty-something.  "You're right, of course," he said.  "I'm Koichi's father
first and a gay man second.  The father-son relationship trumps everything
else."

Toshi leaned back after taking a sip of wine, and an outline beneath his
shirt caught my attention.  He was wearing a leather harness.  It was only
visible when the material of his shirt pressed against the harness, and
then only a faint outline of straps and rings appeared.  That outline,
however, was unmistakable to anyone familiar with men in leather.  More
than a few leather boys were attracted to my 6'5" frame and long
dreadlocks.  That and my big black cock.  I hadn't assumed Toshi was into
leather, but I learned long ago that you can't read a book by its cover.

I nodded, letting the conversation pause slightly before taking the
opportunity to transition away from talking about Koichi.  I asked, "So, do
you have a husband or a boyfriend waiting for you in LA?"

"Not currently," Toshi said.  His dark brown eyes fixed on my pale,
greenish-brown wolf eyes.  We both knew where this was headed.  Well, Toshi
might not have as clear an image as I did, because he might not see himself
bottoming for me.  But I knew with certainty that his long legs would be in
the air as my fuck rod split his slender ass.

"Good," I said.  "I'm not a homewrecker."  Toshi chuckled, happy that, with
a single comment, I set the stage for us to fuck later.

"You've had your opportunities, if I'm not mistaken," Toshi replied with a
knowing smile.  I shrugged.  If only he knew.  I maintained I wasn't a
homewrecker, and I steadfastly avoided playing that role, but sometimes
guys didn't tell me they were in relationships until after they cheated
with me.  Like the two married lawyers.  By then, the damage to the
relationship might already be done.  If I had relegated myself to high
school and college boys while growing up, it wouldn't have happened as
frequently, but my affinity for older men meant more than a few guys had
become attached to my big black cock before I knew they were cheating on
their husband or boyfriend.

Toshi's comment about home wrecking made me wonder whether Toshi had been
there.  I asked, "What about you?  I can see you sweeping a man off his
feet.  Anyone accuse you of being a homewrecker?"

Toshi's eyes froze for a second, showing me that I was correct.  He sighed.
"To this day I feel awful about it, but when Koichi was a baby, I managed
to wreck not only my own marriage but another one, too.  I got involved
with my brother-in-law, of all people.  Not only my brother-in-law, but my
ex-wife's identical twin.  I'm not certain who my ex was more furious with
– her twin brother or her husband.  I probably fell for Seiji because he
was so similar to my ex.  Virtually the only differences between the two
were my ex's tits and vagina and Seiji's cock and balls.  I found I liked
his equipment better than hers.

"Seiji and I both got divorced and we moved in together.  I was ready to
spend the rest of my life with him, but Seiji had a wandering eye.  My ex
warned me, but when you're in love you ignore that type of caution, and
even resent it.  Seiji and I lasted a couple of years.  I've had a
boyfriend or two over that time, but I stayed single and never settled down
with anyone else."

"What happened to Seiji?" I asked.

Toshi gave me a wistful smile and sighed.  "I was in my early 20s when
Seiji and I got together, and I believe I hold the record for the oldest
man that has graced his bed.  That tells you pretty much everything you
need to know.  Seiji left me for a 17-year-old boy.  The kid was stunningly
beautiful, but his brain didn't have enough watts to turn on a nightlight
even if he had an army of frantic hamsters to help him.  And I don't say
that merely out of resentment."

I smiled at Toshi's humor.  He continued.  "Sammy was literally the boy
next door.  He lived with his mother, who was divorced and claimed to be
happy her sons had two successful male role models next door.  Seiji
started hiring Sammy under the pretense that the kid would do odd jobs
around the house.  Sammy's real job was to look pretty and fuck, about the
only skills he had.

"Unknown to me, Seiji started fucking Sammy when the kid was 16.  On the
night of his 16th birthday party, Sammy spotted Seiji alone at our pool,
and left his own party, climbing the fence to our yard and stripping off
his clothes.  Sammy was drunk and high, and he skinny dipped while Seiji
watched.  The kid crawled out of the water and plopped himself on top of
Seiji.  He wiggled his ass, rubbed his cock against Seiji's, and told Seiji
that he was a virgin, but two of his older brother's friends were going to
fuck his ass after the birthday party.  Sammy told Seiji he had been
dreaming of having sex with Seiji and he would much rather lose his cherry
to Seiji than his brother's friends.

"Sammy was a dream come true for Seiji.  The boy was hardly the virgin he
claimed to be, because Sammy's older brother, who recognized Sammy's sole
talent, had been pimping him out for a year, starting with the
aforementioned friends.  Seiji fell for the story, gave Sammy the fuck he
claimed he wanted so badly, and the rest was history.

"By the time Sammy was 17, Seiji confessed he wanted to do three ways with
the kid.  I concede to being oblivious to what had been going on, and that
was my first hint about Seiji's fixation with teenaged boys.  I rejected
the threesome for months, sensing my relationship with Seiji going south
the entire time.  In a futile attempt to save it, and against my better
judgment, I let the two of them talk me into the three way.  I felt like a
stranger in my own bed, watching Sammy cuddle up to Seiji and seeing the
look of rapture in Seiji's eyes, something I had not seen since Seiji and I
first became lovers.  I gave Seiji an ultimatum – no more three ways.
Seiji gave me the keys to the house and moved into a love nest with Sammy.

"The breakup bugged me, making me wonder what had gone wrong with my
relationship with Seiji.  I blamed myself, and couldn't see what Seiji saw
in Sammy.  The kid looked like a model, but beneath his shaggy blond hair,
he was an airhead whose idea of a fun weekend was playing video games,
getting drunk and stoned, and having sex.  Within a couple of years, Sammy
was out, and Seiji had another teenaged lover.  By the time a third
teenager took up residence in Seiji's bed, it was obvious Seiji had an age
fetish.

"As time went by, Seiji stopped the pretense of treating his catamites as
husbands.  Now he just hires houseboys fresh out of high school, 17 or
18-year-olds.  Seiji keeps them shoeless and shirtless and their tenure
lasts a few years, until they are too old for Seiji's tastes or until a
younger boy hits the stage.  At the latest, it's time for Seiji's houseboys
to move on when they are old enough to buy a drink.  God forbid they get
hair on their chest before then.  To his credit, Seiji has put several kids
through school.  Not Sammy, but college was never in that boy's future.
The severance package for Seiji's former houseboys is usually paid tuition
for four years of college, so it works out well for the kids.  Fortunately,
as a famous architect, Seiji can afford it."

Toshi was pensive after he finished the story.  He took a big drink of wine
and said, "I'm sorry.  That was way too much detail.  It isn't something
I've talked about with many people before.  I guess I wanted to get it off
my chest more than I knew."

"No problem," I smiled.  "I like hearing about college scholarship
programs."  Toshi chuckled, shaking his head.

Toshi's story about Seiji was sad and cast a brief pall over dinner, so I
decided to route things in a different direction.  "Koichi told me his
mother was in Colorado," I said.

Toshi chuckled.  "Yes.  We're still on good terms, at least passably good
terms, given what happened.  Our breakup was inevitable, given that I'm gay
and she shares her twin brother's lust for younger men.  Her latest husband
is a kid that Koichi snowboarded with in high school, if you can believe
that.  Koichi is almost a year older than his stepfather!  Koichi will need
to get used to it, because, just like Seiji, I imagine she'll divorce this
kid in a few years and find a horny, younger stud to bed and wed."

When Koichi told me the story of getting fucked by his stepfather, I
wondered if it was manufactured, created for shock value.  But Toshi had
collaborated Koichi's story without meaning to.  One of the snowboarding
dudes that hooked up regularly with Koichi had later married Koichi's
mother.  I had a brief image of a holiday celebration at Koichi's
grandparents, with Toshi's ex and Seiji both showing off their latest
trophy teenage studs and Koichi plotting ways to get both boys to fuck him.
The image veered completely off course when I rolled the clock back a few
years and juxtaposed Seiji's uncontrolled desire for boys and Koichi's
unbridled lust to bottom.  Koichi told me earlier in the day that an older
man trained him to bottom and had used his ass throughout high school.
Surely not...

I had enough stories of youth-crazed 40 year-olds and incestuous families
for one night.  Well, for one lifetime.  I redirected the conversation to
something innocuous and we made small talk until the bill arrived and we
split it.

"Join me upstairs, Dillinger," Toshi said with a faint smile as we finished
an after dinner drink.  It was halfway a question and halfway a statement.
Far different than Akili Brooks, who had chickened out in the same
situation in the same restaurant two months ago.  I hadn't let that deter
me, inviting myself to Akili's suite and fucking his ass for hours.  With
Toshi, I intended to force him to change his comment until it was neither a
question nor a statement, but a desperate plea.

"Perhaps," I said, smiling.  I reached forward and touched Toshi's chest,
tweaking a nipple and confirming my suspicion that he was wearing a leather
harness.  "What's the night's entertainment?"

Toshi stared into my eyes.  He liked the game of cat and mouse we were
playing, and he desperately wanted me.  My question put the ball in his
court, and he kicked it back to me.  "I proposed skiing earlier in the
day," he replied, opening his mouth slightly and licking his lips.  "And
dinner.  That means that the next two moves are yours."

"With two moves the match is over," I replied, shaking my head.
"Checkmate.  And to the victor belong the spoils."

"And what does the victor claim as the spoils?" Toshi smiled.

"It's not complicated," said quietly.  "You.  For the night.  You're going
to pleasure me in every way.  When I release you tomorrow morning, you will
never quite be the same."  Toshi was silent, his big eyes betraying
excitement.

"Just tell me that that is what you want, and leave the rest to me," I
said.

"I've been thinking about this ever since Thanksgiving," Toshi said.  His
look betrayed his lust and he added, "Let's get to it, then."

The elevators in the Westcliffe Hotel were ancient wire cages that took
forever to reach the top floors and were open for everyone to see as they
passed from floor to floor.  As soon as the gate closed, I shoved Toshi
against the wall and rammed my tongue down his throat.  Toshi glanced
furtively as the elevator slowly chugged past floors of the hotel.  He
wasn't used to taking chances with sex in public places.  But I was.

I unbuttoned Toshi's shirt, running my hands over his slender, harnessed
torso.  Toshi's pants fell to the ground, revealing a red jock strap.  The
bright color was at odds with Toshi's serene personality.  Maybe the Asian
stud wasn't quite so laid back when the lights were out.  I pressed Toshi
against the wall of the elevator, grinding my body against his.

I unbuttoned my jeans far enough to shove Toshi's hand inside.  His long,
slender fingers closed around my shaft.  "My God," Toshi exclaimed, "you're
huge."

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," I snarled.

"I've... never taken anything that big," Toshi said, suddenly cautious.  At
least Toshi understood who would be fucking and who would be getting
fucked.

"You're in for a treat," I said.  "Pain and pleasure mix well together.
But you know that."  Toshi's nipples were pierced, and I twisted the metal
in both, making Toshi moan as my tongue continued to rape his mouth.

"I don't know if I can take it," Toshi mumbled.

I was on verge of being annoyed with Toshi's worries. "You seem to think
you have a choice," I said, clamping a finger in his mouth.  "Which you
don't.  Your destiny has been determined.  The big fuck rod in your hand
owns your pussy.  I'm going to shove my black pole into your mouth and
you'll deep throat it, and when I'm hard and wet, I'm going to breed you
like a cheap whore.  And you're not going to get fucked only once, either.
No, your ass is going to take my cock over and over again.  I'm going to
pummel your cunt and seed it repeatedly.  Once I'm done, you won't be able
to forget having a big black cock deep inside you.  You'll crave it and beg
me to fuck your ass again."

The elevator finally stopped, and Toshi moaned, "Oh, God, do it!"

Toshi fumbled with the room key, taking forever to get the door open.
Before we entered, I shoved him to his knees and guided his mouth to my
cock.  "Suck it, bitch," I hissed.

Toshi was terrified to be sucking my cock in the hallway, where anyone
getting off the elevator on that floor would have a full view of him on his
knees, his shirt open, his leather harness exposed, his pants at his
ankles, and his throat wrapped around my black python.  But it excited him,
too.

He struggled – but finally succeeded – in getting my black fuck stick
down his throat.  I was always dominant, but, for some reason, tonight I
was in the mood to take it an extra step.  I would turn Toshi into a cum
dump.

I face-fucked Toshi, the back of his head pressed against the doorway as he
gasped and gagged, spit running down his chin.  When my cock was stiff and
hard, and I dragged him into his room and ordered him onto his hands and
knees, telling him to spread his pussy and prepare to be boarded.

Like most Asian men, Toshi had almost no body hair.  The exception was a
few wispy black hairs in his armpits and around his asshole.  As I bent
down and aimed my fuck stick at his defenseless hole, Toshi moaned, begging
me to fuck his ass.  I granted his wish, powering into his fuck chute
relentlessly until my cock was completely buried.  I pulled out and began
thrusting into him, pumping his ass.  This was raw sex, two men rutting,
concentrating on nothing but their primal urges.

As I rode Toshi, watching my black prick puncture his smooth ass cheeks, I
thought about fucking Koichi earlier in the afternoon.  For some reason, I
realized I now had something in common with Koichi's new stepfather.  We
both had fucked Koichi before fucking one of his parents.  I found the
sexual predilections of Koichi's family to be bizarre, but here I was
adding to the tangled web by fucking the son and then the father, on the
same day, only hours apart.

I was the only person that knew Koichi and Toshi had both bottomed for me.
But what would happen when Koichi inevitably came out to Toshi?  Would they
compare notes and experiences?  Would they realize they had given it up to
the same man?

Yeah, of course they would.  I had an uneasy premonition that Koichi and
Toshi would have that conversation sooner rather than later.  Toshi might
be pissed as hell that I had fucked his son, although if Toshi understood
what a horn dog Koichi was, he would know that it wasn't totally my doing.
I might as well prepare myself for the inevitable.  If a confrontation with
Toshi never happened, great.  But if it did, I would be ready.

I kept comparing two fucks.  Toshi's and Koichi's asses were
indistinguishable; wet, warm fuck tubes massaging my black rod.  Koichi was
by far the more vocal of the two.  If you ignored the massive tattoo that
graced Koichi's back, father and son looked the same with their Asian asses
impaled on my black dick.

It all felt surreal, but not enough to deter me from the task at hand.  I
rammed Toshi's hole, anticipating my nut and plotting how many times I was
going to seed him until dawn broke.  I pumped faster and faster, finally
blowing my load, my cum powering into Toshi's dark hole.  I caught my
breath, but within minutes, I was ready to ride the Japanese hunk again.
And again.

Still on the floor of the hotel room, I turned Toshi over, raising his legs
to my shoulders and circling my cock around his cummy hole.  My cock had
softened slightly after my first load, but it was still hard enough to
plunder Toshi's ass.  I powered back inside him, feeling his hole close
around me.  "Oh, God, yes," Toshi moaned.

Toshi had a nice looking cock, slender and straight.  He grabbed it and
started to stroke, but I ripped his hand off his tool, forcing both of his
arms above his head and holding them down.

"No!" I growled.  Toshi's surprised eyes gazed at me as I ground my cock
deep inside his hole.  "You're not getting off tonight.  Touch your dick
and I'll break your arm."

It sounded harsher than I planned, but I had a hunch about Toshi.  Staring
into his dark eyes, I said, "Your job, your only job tonight, is to use
your holes to get me off.  Work your ass, work your mouth, and work `em
good.  The only thing you'll focus on is my big bull cock.  How full it
makes you feel when it's inside you, how empty you feel when it's not.
Your cock doesn't exist.  My cock will be inside you all night long,
dumping cum until it drips out of your ass and out of your mouth.  I want
you as horny and sex crazed at dawn as you are now.  More.  And... if you
service me well, at dawn I'll permit you cum.  But don't even think about
it until then."

Toshi gasped, but his fevered look showed I was right about him.  Fucking
his son earlier in the day had been a short sprint.  Fucking Toshi would be
a long marathon.

					* * *

It was close to 7:00 a.m. the next morning when I left Toshi's room, having
deposited more loads of cum in his amazing ass than I had counted.  I've
never needed much sleep, but I was going to want an afternoon nap.  With
Westcliffe not in session, that wouldn't be a problem.

I kept my promise to Toshi, not letting him touch his cock and climax until
shortly before I left his room.  He was riding me for the second or third
time, his pre-cum dripping cock bouncing up and down as, despite his
exhaustion, he gamely raised and lowered his sore and raw ass on my fuck
pole.  As I got close, I whispered to him, "It's time Toshi.  Touch
yourself.  Jerk yourself off.  You're gonna climax.  You'll cum knowing
that you've never had an orgasm as intense, all because my big black cock
has been inside you all night long, breeding you like a slut."  Toshi
moaned in relief, fisting his cock furiously for several minutes before his
balls exploded and filled the air with rockets of thick, white cum.  Toshi
gurgled, and his stretched ass spasmed as he climaxed, bringing off my nut
as well.  Drained, the tall Asian panted and stared at me with dead eyes.

As I waited for the ancient elevator outside Toshi's room, the door to the
next room opened.  To my astonishment, Max stepped out.  He was wearing a
thin tank top that he wore when he ran, but I didn't remember seeing him in
it since the weather turned cold in October.  I couldn't tell who was
inside the room until Koichi's tattooed arm reached out and gripped Max's
head, pulling Max into a passionate kiss.  Only the side of Koichi's face
and his bare shoulder was visible as the two boys snogged.  Max broke away
and said, "Thanks a lot for the tip.  I'm really glad you contacted me.
And California sounds good."  Koichi's hand drifted to Max's package and
squeezed.  Koichi said something, but I couldn't make it out.

Max turned to head for the elevator, pulling on his jacket as Koichi's door
closed.  Koichi hadn't looked down the hall to where I stood.  Max took a
couple steps before looking up and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw
me.  He looked like he had seen a ghost.  With a faint smile, I
nonchalantly said, "Morning."

Max blushed, glanced back at Koichi's door, and rushed to explain.  "I, uh,
I got contacted on the website late yesterday afternoon.  You weren't
around, but I accepted the gig anyway.  Overnight.  I made sure he paid
through the web app."

I now understood what Koichi was checking out yesterday during his trip
from the ski area to Westcliffe.  He had accessed my Harvard buddies Austin
and Benny's web app and its pictures of Max's naked, greased body.  Max was
the `friend' in town Koichi discovered on the way to Westcliffe.

Koichi didn't fit the profile of a guy that had paid to get his ass seeded.
He could get laid with minimal effort.  Instead paying, the kid was in the
sweet spot for the app's rent boys – guys who got paid to give it up.
With my supervisor credentials on the web app, I might find out who used
the app to trick at Cal Poly and the central coast.  Maybe Koichi had
gotten an education as a power bottom and financed his tuition at the same
time.  If he wasn't tricking on the app, he would be a perfect recruit as a
rent boy.

I nodded nonchalantly, and, as the elevator arrived, asked, "Good tip?"

"Yeah," Max replied as we stepped inside the elevator and it began its
tortured descent to the lobby.  Max's blond hair was still damp from the
shower.  He pulled a hundred dollar bill from his jeans, presenting it to
me the same way he always did with his tips.  I pushed his hand back toward
him, and Max stuffed the bill into his pocket.

"How was it?" I asked.  "Did you enjoy topping for a night?"

Max frowned, wondering how I knew he topped.  He quickly assumed I accessed
the web app and had seen Koichi's message inquiring how much Max charged
for an overnight of continuous butt fucking.  "Um, yeah," Max replied.
"Was okay," he shrugged.

I gave Max a raised eyebrow and a quizzical look, and he continued.  "He
was quite a bottom.  Odd dude, though.  Bizarre, really.  He told me he was
in love with his father."

"Stepfather," I said, recalling Koichi's story of getting fucked for two
years by his future-stepfather-to-be.

"No," Max said. "But's that's totally wild, too.  He slept with his
stepfather for like, two years, before his stepfather married his mom.
But, no, it's his birth father he's in love with."

It was my turn to be befuddled.  Seeing my puzzled look, Max went on.
"Koichi's father is gay, but Koichi is afraid to tell his dad that he's gay
because he thinks after that, one thing might lead to another and he would
end up making a pass at his dad."  I now had the explanation of why Koichi
hadn't come out to his father.

Just when I thought Koichi's situation couldn't get any weirder, another
chapter of the Twilight Zone opened.  Part of me felt a sense of relief
that my contribution to the weirdness – fucking both Toshi and his son –
was mild compared with the rest of the soap opera.  Perhaps I should have
been more careful, although my afternoon and night of ramming my cock into
hungry Asian asses had been hot.  Both men had wanted it, bad.

"Another thing," Max mused.  "He wore a jock strap the entire night and
wouldn't let me get him off.  This morning I found out he was wearing a
weird metal chastity cage underneath the jock.  It was really intricate and
had a tiny lock on it.  He said it drove him crazy to get fucked and not be
able to get hard or cum."  My surprise turned from Koichi's sexual
fantasies to the detail of Max's report.  Not the chastity cage – that
made sense after Koichi made no effort to get off during our romp in the
snow earlier in the day.  But Max seldom talked this much and out of the
blue he had volunteered a detail of information about chastity cage.  Why
did he want me know?

A chastity cage was exactly what I should have used on Toshi.  Toshi had
periodic trips to Westcliffe in the spring and had already offered to plan
them around my schedule, although who knew whether I would be sleeping with
Toshi if he found out I had balled his son.  But if that inconvenient fact
didn't deter the tall Japanese man, maybe I would lock his junk up on one
trip and keep the key so he was caged until the second trip.  Like father,
like son...

"What did you think of the cage?" I asked.

"It was... interesting," Max said, his clear blue eyes eager.

"Really?" I replied.  "Do you want to try one?"

Max gazed at me, thinking for a moment before saying, "If you would like me
in one, sir."  He was the perfect sub, not having a real opinion but
committed to doing whatever I wanted him to do.

"Hmmm," I said, contemplating the possibility.  Probably not, I thought,
but it could be interesting to lock Max's cock up for a week or two to see
how it affected him.  Maybe it would help his race times on the track.
Some guys claimed that not cumming for a couple of weeks did.  Supposedly
the buildup of testosterone helped your physical performance.

"Was your boy's ass nice and juicy?" I asked, changing the subject.

Max frowned again.  "Sloppy," he replied, as if he had only now realized
it.  "I'd swear he'd been fucked minutes before I arrived last night."

"Well, why would he hire you if that had happened?" I queried.

"Yeah, you're right," Max said.  He didn't understand power bottoms the way
I did.  A power bottom never gets enough.  One load just whets the bottom's
appetite.

The vision of Max plowing Koichi's juiced ass gave me pause.  Max and I
should have reversed roles.  Fucking Koichi after Max seeded him a couple
of times would have been amazing.  Maybe I should use Max for tag teaming.
Bottom boys would love Max's cock, and I could send him in to prepare the
way for me.  A good session with Max's stiff ramrod would loosen up any
hole, and Max's big balls could splash all the cum-lube necessary to
welcome my fuck rod.  Max was showing more potential every day.

We were silent for a while before Max said, "He said he would hire me if
I'm ever in in San Luis Obispo.  Wherever that is."

"That's good," I replied.  "Nothing beats a happy client.  Good for
business.  You did great last night."

My compliment made Max glow.  He was quiet again, par for the course for
the rock climbing runner.  As the elevator door opened and made our way
through the sparse early morning crowd in the hotel lobby, I pointed to
Max's tank top and asked, "What's with the getup?"

"Koichi wanted me to wear a running top so he could see my biceps and
shoulders," Max shrugged.  "I don't know why.  He pulled it off not long
after I arrived."  Max didn't understand that sometimes revealing clothes
are sexier than a fully naked body, and stripping a man can be hotter than
having him totally nude.

As we trudged through the blustery December day back to the old gas
station, Max said, "I didn't take any loads in my ass last night, so it
isn't sloppy, but would you fuck me anyway when we get home, sir?"

I laughed and replied, "My cock needs a day to recover."

Disappointed, Max shrugged and said, "Mine too."

Normally, I would have been annoyed by a guy begging to get fucked.  I made
those decisions, not the men I fucked, and Max should know that by now.
But for some reason it didn't bother me.  I smiled at Max and said, "At
least your asshole won't be sore.  You know, for tomorrow..."  The ripped
blond twink gave me a conspiratorial grin.

If he needed another clue, my admission that my balls were in a
replenishing mode gave Max the roadmap he needed to deduce why I was
leaving the Westcliffe Hotel at 7:00 a.m.  He just didn't know we had both
been enjoying Japanese ass all night long.  Between Max and me, the Asian
father-son duo would be importing plenty of cum into California from the
Montana mountains.


TO BE CONTINUED...

Email me and let me know if you like the story, the characters, the sex, or
whatever.  Coltonaalto@gmail.com

Chapter Nineteen will hopefully appear in a week or two.  It begins the
home stretch of the story.

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