Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2011 14:15:58 -0400
From: Jase Jason <jase-jason@hotmail.com>
Subject: Christian's Induction IV  -  Part Two

CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION IV

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Part Two.


After supper that night Chris made his way along the sea-front until he
reached "the strip", about three of four blocks of restaurants, fast food
outlets and shops catering to tourists, and of course had no problem in
finding McDonalds. Along the way he passed two or three arcades
chock-a-block full of teenagers and he resolved to check them out in due
course. He took up a position outside McDonalds as had been arranged but at
eight there was no sign of the guy he had spoken to earlier. He had half
expected to be stood up but after about ten minutes, his "date" did put in
an appearance. He merely said "hi" and made no effort to apologize for
being late. He continued: "I'm fuckin starvin man. Could do with a
cheeseburger and a shake."  Chris said OK and they entered McDonalds and
grabbed a table near the rear. They introduced each other; the guy's name
was Steve.

Chris, having already eaten, merely ordered a coke for himself and, when
the food arrived, watched Steve as he scarfed down the cheeseburger and
fries. Looking the guy over, it was clear he had not changed since they had
spoken earlier, but Chris rationalized that everyone here was on vacation,
so what the hell!

When Steve had finished eating he leaned back and stretched out his legs,
commenting "Jesus, I needed that! It's bound to put some extra lead in my
pencil too." He laughed at his own witticism.

He wanted to know from where Chris came and when Chris demurred saying
"Just some small town you ain't never heard of." he looked a bit pissed and
said "Jesus, dude, it's a simple enough question!"

Chris then told him.

Steve sat up and said "No shit! Me too." Chris thought to himself Yeah!
Yeah! so decided to ask him a couple of questions which might validate his
claim.

It turned out that the guy did in fact emanate from the same town and had
attended a school in the same school district as Chris's school. Jesus,
thought Chris, there ain't no escaping it, even here!

Steve informed Chris that he had dropped out of school after Grade Ten, and
had made his way to Florida. He had lived with his father, who didn't give
a fuck, but still went back home for a few months in the Summer. "Florida
is just too fuckin hot n humid man!"

When Steve suggested that they leave, he let Chris pick up the
check. Outside again, he informed Chris that just ten minutes away there
was a deserted rest room and that they could go there. By now Chris was
having second thoughts about the whole deal but Steve appeared to be a
combustible type of guy so he decided to go through with things.

As Steve had said the rest room was truly deserted at this time of night
and when they entered, he made directly for a "handicapped" stall. "Bit
more room." he explained. They entered and Steve slid the bolt in order to
lock the door.

Chris looked around and made as if to sit on the toilet seat. He had done
this many times previously, having the other guy stand in front of him.

Steve gave him a dismissive look and said: "I don't think so dude. I figure
you've sucked plenty dick before now and you should know that a
cocksucker's place is on his knees. In any case, that's where I want you,
so do it."

Chris by now was keen to avoid any confrontation with this guy, so got down
on his knees on the dirty piss-strewn floor. Fortunately he was wearing his
shorts so would avoid fucking up his good jeans.

"OK bitch," said Steve, "let's see what the Mid-West cocksuckers are made
of. Take out my dick and get to work on it."

Chris unbuttoned the front of Steve's bathing suit and slid his dick out
into the open. "Take it in your mouth fucker, and get it hard." Steve
instructed him.

Chris had caught just a glimpse of Steve's dick earlier but was now
surprised at the length and girth of it. He had a thick 7.5 incher on
him. Chris took it in his mouth and could taste the dried remains of piss
and cum. He swirled his tongue around the head and stuck his tongue into
Steve's generous-sized piss slit. Steve encouraged him: "That's it man. I
want that slit nice and clean. Now go down on it all the way. Keep your
lips nice and tight around it as you suck."  Chris was having difficulty in
swallowing the full length of it, so Steve grabbed his hair and forced him
down on it all the way until his face was in his pubes. "Keep it there
fucker until I say you can come up for air. Then I wanna feel lotsa tongue
as you lick back to the head."  Chris was allowed to work slowly on Steve's
dick at his own pace, making sure he kept giving it tongue. He felt Steve's
dick start to stiffen more and more until it was rock hard; suddenly it was
pulled from his mouth and Steve blew a huge wad of cum all over his face
and in his mouth. Steve visibly relaxed and Chris took his dick back into
his mouth and sucked it clean.

Steve slipped his dick back in his bathing suit and said: "OK fucker, clean
yourself up and let's make a move."

On the way back, Steve asked Chris where he was staying and for how long
and Chris, not knowing how to avoid the question, told him. Steve asked him
the number of the condo and again Chris complied.

When they reached one of the arcades, Steve said: "I'm gonna leave you here
dude. Can you perhaps spare me a ten-spot?" Chris gave him the money and
made his way back to the condo.  He reflected that the kid was hot, but
there was a menacing undertone to the encounter which he would have
preferred to avoid. Perhaps it would be better not to see him again.

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The following morning Chris thought back on the events of the previous
evening and chastised himself mentally for what had happened. He knew that
Florida was a magnet for hustlers, runaways and drifters and he should have
exercised more care. This was their turf after all. He decided to put it
behind him and to enjoy the sun and surf.

He spent some time on the beach in order to work on the obligatory tan and
after lunch decided to check out one of the arcades he had seen the day
before. As he entered no one paid the slightest attention to him (unlike
the arcade at home) and he soon felt comfortable in his surroundings. As
was to be expected the place was full of teenagers of all ages and they
seemed to be engrossed in playing the machines. Most of them wore only
long-legged swim suits and sandals or flip flops, and it really was a feast
for the eyes.

He had been there about half an hour when to his dismay he saw Steve
enter. He was with two other guys about the same age as himself and they
were laughing their asses off at something or other. Chris sat at one of
the tables and tried to appear as inconspicuous as possible. After about
ten minutes Steve spotted him and with a huge grin on his face wandered
over to his table.

"Well, well, well. If it ain't my friend from up north. How you doin dude?"

"Oh, pretty good." replied Chris. "Been workin on my tan."

"Didn't you see me enter?" asked Steve.

"Yea, I did, but I didn't want to intrude as you were with those friends of
yours."

"Ahhh. I see." replied Steve. "I thought for a moment you might have been
wantin to avoid me. That wouldn't have been cool. Anyway I'm sure they
would like to meet you too. Lemme give em a call."

Steve walked over to the other two and said something to them. They looked
over towards Chris and shared a joke among themselves. All three then
walked over to Chris's table, the two strangers all smiles, and Steve
introduced them. At close quarters Chris could see that one was about
Steve's age, or slightly older, and the other one slightly younger. They
were clearly Latinos. They were introduced as Carlos and Ramone and were
brothers.

"Guys would you believe that Chris here is from the same hick town as me?"
Steve laughed and the others joined in. "I told you we got some hot tail in
that town!"  They all laughed again. "Anyway, Chris here is gonna be around
for two more weeks, workin on his tan, and I figure we'll get to know each
other better during that time. Not so, Chris?"

"Yeah, I guess so." replied Chris.

Steve assured Chris: "No doubt about it dude."

"Anyway," Steve continued, "we gonna meet up later tonite, maybe smoke a
little weed. You are invited to join us Chris."

Chris demurred: "Not sure if I can make it Steve. The folks said sumthin
about goin out to dinner some place."

Steve replied: "No ifs and buts dude. You are invited and that means you
will join us. Capiche? Be outside here at about eight, OK?"

They started to leave and Chris called Steve back. "Listen, Steve, I gotta
tell you I don't have bucks apart from a little spending dough."

Steve looked insulted: "Who said anything about money dude? We ain't
interested in your fuckin money. Just be here, or we may come lookin for
you."  With that he turned on his heel and walked out.

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That night Chris made sure that he arrived before the arranged time. The
last thing he wanted was for these guys to come knocking at the door of the
condo. Soon after eight a clunker pulled up outside the arcade and he heard
his name being called. He saw that it was his Steve and his two buddies and
he went over to it and was told to climb in the back. Carlos, the older guy
was at the wheel, with Steve in the passenger seat, and Ramone in the rear
next to Chris. They had all changed although they were still wearing
shorts. Chris had to admit they looked pretty hot.

Carlos drove slowly along the road running along the edge of the beach and
whenever they passed any girls, they would hang out of the windows of the
car whistling and making lewd comments. All the while they would laugh
their asses off.

Steve suggested to Carlos that he look for the track that ran from the road
down to the sand dunes, where they had obviously parked previously. Once
they had found a deserted spot Carlos parked the car and everyone relaxed
and, checking out the scene, waited for about ten minutes before Steve
produced a bag of weed. He started to roll a couple of joints and meanwhile
they each had a beer from a six-pack that Ramone produced. The joints were
passed around from one to the other, Chris included, and it wasn't long
before they had a buzz on. The conversation became sillier and Ramone, in
particular, was having fits of giggling.

"Dunno what it is guys," said Ramone giggling, "but after a few drags of
weed I immediately pop a boner."

"Well," said Steve, "I figure you may just be in luck tonite. What you
think Chris?" Chris just nodded, knowing what was now expected of him.

"Cool." continued Steve. "Why not take his dick out and give him one of
your expert blowjobs then."

Ramone slid forward in the seat stretching out and opening his legs, giving
Chris the silent go-ahead. Chris bent over and rubbed Ramone's crotch
discovering that he did indeed have an erection. He undid the buttons of
Ramone's shorts, slipped his hand inside them and lowering the waistband of
his briefs took in hand Ramone's hard throbbing five-incher. The other two
were looking on from over the backrests of the front seats.

Steve instructed Chris: "Well, dude, don't just look at it. Take it in your
mouth and start suckin it."  Steve clearly intended to run the show.

Chris did as he was told and, giving Ramone's dick plenty of tongue, went
down all the way on it and started to suck it, keeping his lips tight
around the shaft. He heard Steve say to Carlos: "Told you he wasn't your
average cocksucker dude."

Slowly but surely Ramone's dick started to stiffen and Chris knew he was
getting close. Steve instructed Ramone: "When you ready to cum, make sure
it's in his mouth dude. He's gonna swallow all three of us tonite."

Almost immediately Ramone lifted his ass and, holding Chris's head tightly,
shot his load into his mouth. Chris, who by now was high on the weed, was
completely into it and sucked on the kid's dick until he had squeezed the
last drops of his cum on to his tongue and swallowed it.

"Fuckin awesome!" said Ramone. "Can't wait until tomorrow for a repeat."
The other two laughed.

Steve and Ramone traded places and, as soon as Steve was settled in the
seat, he grabbed Chris's head and forced it down on to his engorged
dick. If anything, it looked longer and thicker than yesterday, Chris
thought. He started to gag slightly as Steve forced his dick into his
throat and Steve instructed him: "Open up bitch, you gonna take it all the
way." With much effort Chris managed to control his gag reflex and when he
had his face in Steve's pubes, Steve started to slowly fuck his face. Chris
was battling for air but Steve kept his head in position until finally he
blew his load into Chris's throat. He released his hold and Chris came up
gasping for air. "Not bad." Steve informed Chris, "you are learning
fast. But you still got a way to go to match some of the expert cocksuckers
we have in this part of the world."

Chris proceeded to blow Carlos in turn and he proved to be quite gentle in
comparison. Steve told him: "No need to hold back dude. These fuckers like
it a bit rough. And if they don't, that's tough."

After smoking another joint they drove back and Chris was let out at the
entrance to "Casa Vista". Steve informed him: "Lookin forward to seeing you
soon bitch." and Carlos drove off.

Chris was beginning to wonder what he had got himself into.


To be continued........