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The Pastel Cowboy
by Carl Holiday
Chapter
4 – Surprises
Zach and Steven
stood out in
front of Steven’s apartment building waiting for Charlie to show up.
Summer was
still two weeks away, yet it was a warm, clear evening. The clouds that
brought
early morning showers were now far to the east beyond the mountains.
Zach was
done up in his tight jeans, clearly advertising his seven inch pleasure
tool,
and a blue, black, and white Western-style shirt with shiny chrome
buttons with
mother of pearl insets. With his Stetson and snakeskin boots, he was
about as
cowboy as anyone can get in Seattle.
He was so nervous he had to keep daubing the tears out of his eyes. His
ass was
still throbbing from the three enemas Steven insisted he needed.
Steven, on the
other hand,
was dressed in his usual pajama bottoms and t-shirt. This time the
pajamas were
navy blue flannel with white pinstripes and the t-shirt had a faded
picture of
Kenny Chesney. He seemed excited, yet somewhat subdued. After all,
twenty-five
thousand dollars is an awful lot of money, especially just for a fuck.
“I still can’t
believe
Charlie is willing to part with twenty-five thousand just to fuck your
virgin
ass,” Steven said in a loud whisper. There wasn’t anyone else out on
the
sidewalk, but one never knew how far a voice could travel in the
shallow canyons
between apartment buildings. “He’s never impressed me as being that
much of a
fool for sex. He’s got to be smart. Aren’t rich people smart?”
“Not if they’re
second
generation,” Zach said, not really thinking about anything more than
having a
cock stuffing his ass in a few hours. “If it was daddy who earned the
money and
he’s just living off an inheritance, he doesn’t have to be smart at
all, which
may explain his willingness to part with so much money just for my
tight ass.”
“I don’t know,”
Steven said,
“Charlie’s never impressed me as being dumb.”
“You don’t have to
be dumb to
be a fool,” Zach said. He certainly wasn’t looking forward to being
fucked by a
fool. Far back in his mind a warning light was blinking madly, but Zach
was too
focused on the traffic passing the apartment building to notice. What
kind of
man would spend that much money just do deflower a virgin? Zach hadn’t
a clue
and wasn’t all that interested in pursuing that train of thought.
A black, Lincoln
Town Car
with dark tinted windows turned the corner coming down from Eastlake
and headed their way. Steven had been in a
lot of
those, being ferried to various rendezvous. Zach paid little attention.
He was
expecting a hot Mercedes sports car or, at least, a Jag or Beamer. The
Town Car
pulled into the empty loading area and a uniformed chauffeur got out.
“Is your name
Billy?” he
asked.
“Yes.”
“If you would be so
kind,”
the chauffeur said, opening the back door.
“Well, I guess this
is it,”
Zach said, turning to Steven. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Give him a good
show,”
Steven said. “And, relax, it’s as natural as pissing your name in snow.”
“I’ve never done
that,
either.”
Zach got in the
empty back
seat and flinched when the door shut. He was alone. The privacy screen
between
him and the driver was closed making him more nervous about what was to
occur
shortly. He tried to sit back, but there was something in the seat.
When he moved
over to the other side, he saw he’d been sitting on what looked like a
white,
terrycloth bathrobe and a matching pair of slippers. The madly blinking
warning
light was still being ignored, as Zach was too unsure of anything to be
concerned about what dangers might affect his life at that moment.
After the car
turned left on Eastlake and headed north toward the Ship Canal, the
chauffeur
said, “Mr. McDonald wants you to disrobe completely, including
underwear and socks,
and put on the robe and slippers. You can put your clothes on the seat
and
change on your way home tomorrow.”
“What?”
“Mr. McDonald isn’t
looking
for a cowboy. Disrobe or I’ll return you and the deal is off.”
“Okay, I’ll do it
your way,”
Zach said as he started to unbutton his shirt. A queasy feeling turned
his
stomach in knots. The warning light transformed itself into an image of
Zach
standing naked in the foyer of a fancy penthouse after the butler
removed the
robe from him. This wasn’t what he pictured in his mind when he first
agreed to
this deal. Something was up, but he didn’t have the foggiest idea what.
His only clue was
the
chauffeur implying Charlie’s last name was McDonald, the same as
Sara’s. He
thought of little Suzy the other night when he sucked Bud and an image
of Sara
taking his robe when entered the penthouse flashed into his mind. He
shook off
the thought as he began to wonder if he was walking into something not
dangerous, but possibly unlikable or undesired, something that might
make this
an unpleasant experience he’d remember forever.
He felt a bit of an
exhibitionist disrobing in the limo, but knew no one could see him
through the
tinted windows. It was still unnerving to slip off his briefs and sit
there
naked as he neatly folded his clothes before putting on the robe. Then
he
noticed they weren’t going downtown, but were heading east across one
of the
floating bridges toward the east side of Lake Washington. He knew Bill
Gates had his mansion on the
lake, but
wasn’t certain which, of the many, huge houses along the shore belonged
to the
billionaire. The limo left the freeway at the first exit and turned
right.
After a short while there was another right turn and Zach saw the lake
below
them. They turned into a gated drive and stopped in the porte cochere.
The house was
simply massive.
The style suggested something French with an Italianate influence with
a heavy
Wagnerian inspiration. Zach halfway expected to hear an operatic aria
fill the
air when the chauffeur opened the door. Zach carefully—the slippers
were a bit
big—walked up the four granite steps to double oak doors straight out
of the
set of a horror flick. They opened before Zach could figure out where
the
doorbell button was hidden.
“Ah, yes, the guest
of
honor,” a tall, slender man in a tux said with an obvious tinge of
disdain in
his voice. “You will follow me.”
The foyer was more
kitschy,
movie set oversell with a sweeping staircase reminiscent of something
Fred
Astaire and Ginger Rogers might use in a dance number, a polished tile
floor of
light and dark granite in a pattern of dizzying incongruity, and an art
deco
wallpaper only a blind person could enjoy, but it was the painting that
caught
Zach’s eye. It had to be eight feet tall and at least six feet wide and
was
multi-colored splashes on a brilliant white canvas. It definitely
clashed with
its surroundings, but it also said, “I am owned by someone who doesn’t
understand me and has hung me here to show me off to others who have
little
knowledge of my true worth.”
Zach followed the
tux down a
carpeted side hall full of closed doors. About halfway down, the man
inserted a
key in a deadbolt and opened one of the doors.
“You shall wait
here,” he
said walking into the room. “There are sandwiches in the fridge and
various
sodas. If we don’t have what you like, I suggest you improvise. The
remote
control for the television is on the nightstand. There is a toilet and
shower
through that door. Now, I you would be so kind, I’ll take the robe.”
Zach took off the
robe and
handed it to the man. Strangely, he didn’t feel the least bit
uncomfortable
being naked. It was all so unreal. He looked about the room, well, more
of a
guest room, but the lock on the door was a little strange. The door
clicked
shut and Zach heard the deadbolt slide in. Then he noticed a keyhole on
his
side of the door; not only could you lock someone in, but you could
also keep someone
out.
Zach began to feel
very
vulnerable being alone and naked. If it was meant to unnerve him, it
was doing
a very good job. He couldn’t figure out what all of this meant. He’d,
and even
Steven, expected Charlie to pick him up, but when the limo arrived,
Steven
didn’t seem all that concerned. And, now, standing in this room without
clothes
only added to the mystery.
Then there was a
quick rap on
the door. It swung open and a middle-aged man, of more than forty, came
in. He
as wearing pleated, green Dockers and a long sleeved, white dress
shirt. He an
air about him that said, “I’m rich, but I still buy my clothes off the
rack.”
He looked at Zach for a brief moment then walked up to him and
unexpectedly
slapped Zach hard on his face.
“Let’s get one
thing straight,
whore,” the man said. “I fully intend to get my twenty-five thousand
out of
your ass tonight. This is the gig. My son, who I fully believe is gay,
is
having a birthday party right now in the dining room. You’re my special
gift to
him, or rather your ass is the gift. In an hour or so, I will bring him
in
along with his friends. You will pleasure him until he fully satisfied,
then
his best friend Derek will have a go. After that, there are ten other
boys who
will want to plug you. Then we’ll see if someone wants another go.
After they
all leave, it will be my turn. As I see it, you should be fucked at
least
twenty-six times, but probably a lot more. I fully expect you will be
bleeding
and will need hospitalization. They’ll probably have to sew up your
asshole and
give you a plastic baggy to shit in from a hole in front. But, you see
I don’t
really care what happens to you because you’re nothing, absolutely
nothing.
You’re a whore, nothing more. A rather expensive whore, but just a
whore who
can be used as we see fit. Oh, and that delicious dick of yours? Well,
I don’t
think it’ll see much action tonight. Sorry.”
While he was saying
this,
Zach moved back to the bed, sat down cross-legged and began to study
this
strange man. He was almost as tall as Zach, but fuller around the torso
and
legs. His face was splotchy and needed a shave. He may have been rich,
but he
didn’t look or act like anything other than a common street criminal,
or a
middle management type who is angry he will never rise above his level
of
incompetence.
He left as abruptly
as he
arrived and Zach began to look for some kind of weapon. He hadn’t a
clue what
or how he would use it, but a weapon sounded like a good idea,
something sharp,
to stab or slash, knife or knife-like. Only, looking around the room he
couldn’t see anything obvious, so he started opening drawers, cabinets,
doors.
He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but suspected when he
found it,
it would be the right tool for the moment. He felt a tear dribble down
his cheek.
Steven was going to
pay for
this. This was all his fault. Only, Zach had gotten into the limo on
his own.
The limo was the first clue something was amiss, or maybe it was the
second
clue. Steven’s interest in selling his virginity might have been the
first
clue, to what, Zach wasn’t certain. At that moment he wasn’t certain of
anything other than his situation looked hopeless. He felt another tear
dribble
down his other cheek. He sat down on the bed and softly wept.
He was utterly
defeated once
again. First his family broke him and now, on the verge of some unknown
horror,
he felt completely and hopelessly alone. There was nothing he could do
except
hope some miracle might occur, something to save him even though he
knew deep
down in his heart he was only a whore, an inexperienced whore, and had
no right
to expect anything so special as a miracle.
A faint knock on
the door
broke into his thoughts of doom. He wondered why they knocked. This was
their
house, after all. They could come and go as they pleased, he was the
prisoner,
locked in a cell of relative comfort. There was another faint knock and
the
door opened. It was a young boy, early teens maybe or on the cusp,
still more
child than young adult, baby fat puffing him up into a beautiful child
of unknown
innocence. He was wearing a black sweatshirt with Oregon State Beavers
in
orange letters and faded blue jeans on the verge of being sent to a
thrift
store.
“Can I come in?”
the boy
asked. His voice was still had the high tonality of childhood, puberty
still
seemed a hidden beast bidding its time till a fateful day of reckoning
when
hormones would flood his body and all innocence would be thrown to the
winds.
“It’s your house,
it’s not
like I have a choice,” Zach said. He wasn’t in the mood for childish
logic.
“You’re crying, I’m
Paul,”
the boy said. He sat down beside Zach. His dark brown hair was pulled
back into
a ponytail held by a blue rubber band. Nearly black eyebrows looked
like a pair
of caterpillars on a marble statue. They were so big they were
distracting.
“Come to check out
your
birthday present?” Zach asked. He didn’t want to sound bitter, but how
could
one talk decently in such a situation.
“It’s not my
birthday, it’s
Jeremy’s,” Paul said. Zach jumped when Paul placed a hand on his thigh.
Zach
brushed it away. “I’m gay, too.”
“You’re a little
kid. How can
you be gay?”
“I don’t know, but
I am. I’ve
never met another queer, or at least I don’t think I have.”
Zach thought about
the kid’s
father. What was Charlie? Was a man who liked to fuck young boys, but
had a
wife and kids, gay? It didn’t sound gay to Zach, but what did he know.
Of
course, there had been Bud, too.
“Can I suck your
cock?”
“No! You’re too
young to do
that,” Zach said, then Steven came to mind. He said he was nine when he
started. Paul definitely wasn’t nine, but he was still too young for
Zach.
Another bout of weeping started. It was all so confusing.
“What’s wrong? Why
are you so
sad?”
“Look at me. I’m
naked. I’m
locked in a room. Twelve boys are going to fuck me tonight until they
can’t
fuck anymore. Then your father is going to come in here. He said it’ll
be so
bad I’ll have to go in the hospital. And, you wonder why I’m crying?”
“But it won’t be
like that.”
“What?”
“We know all about
this.
Jeremy is going to fix it so you only have to stay with him. I don’t
think he’s
gay. Daddy is certain, but I don’t think so. He looks at girls the same
way I
look at guys.”
“Can I ask you a
question? On
the way over the chauffeur said Mr. McDonald wanted me to be naked.”
“That stupid
Reginald! He can
be so dumb sometimes, I don’t know why Daddy keeps him.”
“So, your last name
is
McDonald.”
“Yeah.”
“There’s a girl in
my English
Comp class at North
Park. Her name is
Sara McDonald and I’m supposed to take
her to a movie tomorrow night.”
“Jeez! You’re Zach!
Oh,
shit!”
Two boys, one
naked, one
fully clothed, sit on the carpeted floor, their backs leaning against
the bed.
A plate full of various meat and cheese sandwiches between them and a
can of
cheap store brand soda on the other side, cola for Zach, root beer for
Paul. On
the television, Wiley Coyote, Genius, esq., is doing his best to get
Bugs
Bunny. Except for Zach’s lack of clothes and the lock on the door, this
might
have been any bedroom in any home in America.
Paul is giggling.
Zach is
more pensive, his immediate future is not something to laugh about.
What
surprises him the most is that Sara, Jeremy, and Paul all know what is
about to
happen. There seem to be few secrets in this house, including the fact
that
Daddy is only slightly brighter than Reginald, the chauffeur. The kids
know
about the condo in Seattle where Daddy usually takes his boys. They
know about
his affair with Jeremy’s best friend Derek, who had the idea of bidding
for
Zach. And, they know their mother, dear sweet Mummy, who is now living
in Switzerland, has her own problems with teen boys,
although she
prefers them closer to twenty.
Zach suspects
they’re sitting
here with the sandwiches, drinks, and the television on solely for
show. This
was all part of the plan to outwit Daddy and Derek. Zach being Zach
hasn’t so
much thrown a monkey wrench in the game, as turned it upside down into
a
ludicrous farce to be played out as soon as the door opens. Zach fully
realizes
he isn’t going to get fifteen thousand for his virginity, but then he
thought
it was a silly idea to begin with. He hopes Jeremy is cute and not as
straight
as Paul thinks he is. The thought of a sixteen year old dick
deflowering him is
worth a lot more than fifteen thousand.
Two quick raps on
the door
set the scene. The players, those who’ve read the script, and those who
haven’t, are in their places, some more ready than others. Daddy,
playing the
fool, has been given the opening line.
“And, in here, my
dear
Jeremy, is my special gift to you on your sixteenth birthday.”
The door opens and
Daddy,
Jeremy, Derek, and ten other boys crowd in through the door.
Three beats
“What the fuck!”
Roger,
Jeremy’s totally straight second best friend, exclaims.
“Well, Daddy?
Where’s my
gift?” Jeremy asks.
“Paul! What are you
doing in
here?” Daddy asks.
“Eating a bologna
and
provolone on rye sandwich, drinking root beer, and watching Bugs Bunny
cartoons. Why? Oh, the whore. You’re wondering why I’m in here with the
whore.”
“Daddy? Did you get
me a
whore for my birthday?” Jeremy asks. He moves in front of his father to
block
his father’s view of the twenty-five thousand dollar boy toy. “Why did
you do
that? I like girls. Every boy in here likes girls, except for Derek,
but then
he is your girl right? Isn’t that what you call him when you fuck him?
Girly
boy, isn’t that it? ‘Give me your girly boy cunt!’ Isn’t that what you
say?”
“Aw shit!” Derek
exclaims
before running. A scared rabbit runs, barely thinking where it goes,
sometimes
directly at the source of its fear. Only, Derek runs to Daddy’s
bedroom. It’s
the only room in the house where he feels totally safe. Run to those
you love.
The other boys take
in the
scene, unsure of the purpose of their presence, but suspecting they
were
supposed to do something most find disgusting and those who do not have
little
inclination to admit such to their friends.
“I think we’d
better go,”
Roger says. “Sorry, Jeremy, but I don’t think this is for us. See you
tomorrow.
Come on guys, we’d better get out of here.”
Roger leads his
flock out to
their cars, leaving Daddy, Jeremy, Paul, and Zach to sort out the
situation.
“Uh, could I have
my robe
back?” Zach asks no one in particular. “I think my nakedness isn’t
needed right
now.”
“I’ll get it,” Paul
says.
“Don’t anyone say anything ’til I get back, okay? Remember, Jeremy, I
get him
after you.”
“Get who?” Daddy
asks, but
Paul is no longer in the room.
“I’m sorry you were
put
through this, but I’m sure Paul has told you just about everything,”
Jeremy
says to Zach. “You’re a good looking, uh, boy, uh . . .”
“That’s alright, I
don’t know
quite what to say either,” Zach says. He wants to take Jeremy in his
arms and
madly kiss him. Few boys are given the task to be cuter than a button,
and
Jeremy is cuter than that. Zach doesn’t care if Jeremy fucks him or
not. Just being
in his presence is enough. “But, I might offer what I said to Paul.”
“What was that?”
Jeremy asks.
His eyes were all over Zach, but mostly looking down at something long,
hanging
between navel and knees.
“Uh, I know who you
guys
are,” Zach says. Mr. McDonald’s countenance goes from mild shock to
horror.
“You see your chauffeur, who I guess is a couple bulbs short of a
string of
Christmas lights, let on that your last name is McDonald. And, well,
you see,
there’s this girl in my English Comp class at North Park; and, well,
you see, I’m supposed to be
taking her to a movie tomorrow
night.”
“Oh my god! You’re
Zach?” Mr.
McDonald says as he suddenly sits on the bed. “Oh, fuck!”
“Yeah, and the
twenty-five
thousand never existed,” Zach says. “It was never my idea to begin
with. I
guess I should get going myself.”
“No wait,” Jeremy
says. “Can
I talk with you for a little bit first? I’ve got a few questions I
think only
you can answer. Or, at least I hope so. Daddy? Daddy?”
“Uh? Oh, yes,”
Daddy says.
He’s been defeated, utterly, irrevocably defeated. A figurehead of
authority,
that’s all he’ll ever be from now on, unless he has the brains to do
some major
damage control. “I guess I’d better leave. I’m sorry. I am, really.”
Zach watches Mr.
McDonald
leave, shoulders sagging more than normal. Definitely a middle manager
in
charge of nothing more than a room full of minions who need little
supervision
to go about their meaningless tasks. He is vital to the organization,
so vital
he’ll never be promoted. Only, Mr. McDonald is no longer a middle
manager.
Cashed in his stock options, made millions. Now, all he has to fail at
is being
a father, something he seems to be perfectly suited.
“He’s okay, just
horribly dumb,”
Jeremy says. “But, he had to be put in his place. And, of course, there
is
Derek. I’ve known him since first grade. We’ll never be friends, again,
but
we’ll have to let him come over to be with Daddy. They’re good for each
other
in a way. Derek needs love, too.”
“Are you sure
you’re only
sixteen?” Zach asks. He wants to get close to Jeremy, but is uncertain
of how
to approach someone so perfect.
“Can I ask you
something?”
Jeremy asks as he begins to unbutton his light green, short sleeved,
dress shirt.
“What is it like to do it with another guy?”
“I’m not certain, I
don’t
have that much experience, but I’m certain we can find out.”
“Here’s your robe,”
Paul
says, walking into the room.
“Thank you, I guess
I’ll see
you later,” Zach says.
“Oh shit! You guys
are going
to do it, aren’t you?”
“We’re going to do
something,” Jeremy says. “Thank you, Paul, for tonight. You were great.”
“It was Zach who
made it
happen. We might not have pulled it off without him. Will you bring him
up when
you’re through?”
“Sure.”
“Then you are, uh . . . ”
“I don’t know, but
I think
we’ll find out soon enough. I just don’t want to have to look back on
this
moment and think I let something pass, something I’ll regret.”
“Yeah, I know the
feeling. See
you later big brother. And, Zach, be good to him. He’s a virgin.”
“So am I.”
Zach knelt down to
remove the
boy’s shoes as Jeremy finished unbuttoning his shirt. Zach purposely
kept his
attention on Jeremy’s feet as he waited for the t-shirt to follow the
shirt to
the floor. He’d heard about people who have a foot fetish, and Zach
could
imagine falling in love with the feet before him. The nails were neatly
trimmed. The skin was tanned. They were exquisite. He bent down and
began to
kiss and lick the left one.
When he leaned back
and
looked up into Jeremy’s soulful brown eyes Zach couldn’t help but
smile. The
stomach rippled up to perfectly shaped pecs, each highlighted with an
erect,
fleshy nubbin sitting in a near perfect circle of darkened flesh. A
faint trail
of dark hair led seductively from a shallow navel downward until
disappearing
under Jeremy’s pants. Zach smiled as he undid the belt, slipped the
button
through its hole, and slowly, ever so slowly pulled the zipper down,
loosening
Jeremy’s khakis. Blue and green plaid boxers were the only garments
keeping the
boy from being as naked as Zach. He pulled the pants down and helped
Jeremy
step out of them.
Standing, Zach
leaned in
lightly pressed his lips against Jeremy’s, luxuriating in their
inviting
tenderness. Their tongues met at the gap gracefully inviting the other
into its
realm. Zach hands began to lightly move over Jeremy’s smooth skin while
he felt
a hand tentatively take hold of his half-hard cock. He felt himself
respond to
the increased grip as fingers began to explore its length. Finally, one
of his
own fingers found a hard bit of boy flesh sitting atop a mass of muscle
on
Jeremy’s chest. Zach pressed firmly then brought his thumb into play
and
lightly pinched eliciting a soft moan from Jeremy and a growing
presence
between them.
Zach knew it was
time for the
boxers to join the other members of Jeremy’s ensemble. Careful for
their hidden
treasure, Zach slowly drew the boxers down allowing Jeremy’s stiffened
dick the
freedom it desired. It sprang up out of its nest of nearly black hair.
Although
he didn’t want to wait, Zach took time to remove the shorts from around
the
boy’s feet before pressing his moist tongue against the soft crinkly
skin of
the boy’s ball sack seeking the two orbs held within.
As sexual curiosity
slowly
grew, Zach became aware of Jeremy’s scent. Being inexperienced in
oral-genital
contact and having only a brief contact with Bud and two encounters
with
Steven, Zach wasn’t certain what the smell was or where it came from.
All he
knew for certain was that the sweetly tart musk was lustfully exciting
him as
Amy never did. His cock was harder than it had ever been. It
practically hurt
as more of Jeremy’s pheromones triggered synapses down in primal areas
of his brain.
Zach knew only one thing. His focus was directed to one goal. He was
going to
fuck Jeremy and he was going to do it right now.
Savoring the scent
one more
time, Zach began to slowly stand up as his tongue ran across the teen’s
tender,
youthful skin, following the trail of hair toward that small
indentation where
he lingered a moment before continuing upward. He passed the nipples
and
pressed his mouth over Jeremy’s forcing his tongue in without
invitation, but
immediately being welcomed. His hands found the nipples and he squeezed
both
hard enough to cause the boy to wince slightly then come back and press
his
erection between them.
“Love me,” Jeremy
whispered.
“I have to know what it feels like before I can love you. I want you.”
That was all Zach
wanted to
hear. This wasn’t business. This wasn’t for money. This was being gayer
than he
ever thought possible. This was what he thought he had with Steven;
only that
was always about business, about preparing Zach to lower himself to
Steven’s
level of disgust. He was going to enjoy this more than he ever imagined
enjoying anything with Steven; and, then he would give himself to the
other,
relishing the loss of his own virginity.
“Lie down on your
stomach,”
Zach whispered and watched the fresh sixteen year old willingly comply.
As Jeremy
settled himself, Zach went to the nightstand and opened the drawer
finding an
assortment of condoms and lube. The thought of safe sex briefly came to
mind
before Zach started spreading some lube along the length of his cock.
Taking a
dollop on his fingers, he climbed onto the bed and knelt between
Jeremy’s
knees; and, then Zach saw it, the broad, muscled shoulders, the smooth
skin of
the boy’s back covering the lumpy line of his spine leading the eye to
twin
mounds of muscled flesh between which Zach knew he’d find the object of
his
lustful desire. He spread the lube over the muscled gate.
“Relax, I’ll go
slow,” Zach
whispered, pressing his cockhead against Jeremy’s resistance, which
gave way
with the boy’s own desire for this one defining moment in his young
life. You
can have only one first time. It has to be given, not taken, and Jeremy
was
giving.
Jeremy let out a
deep
guttural moan, almost a gasp, as Zach felt the release allowing him to
slip in.
The hot envelope wrapped tightly around him as he sank further into the
boy.
The progress was painfully slow, but unheeded by any sign of
resistance. He
looked down and saw himself imbedded into the boy as he was intended.
This was
what he was born to do. This was the most natural feeling he could
imagine.
Soon he would be fucking the boy beneath him, but the sight of his cock
slowly
disappearing into Jeremy was more than enough to convince him that he
really was
gay. This was how he was meant to be.
When he could push
no more of
himself in, Zach paused allowing Jeremy’s body to become comfortable
with
nearly ten inches of erect boy lust. After what seemed to be forever,
he pulled
back no more than an inch then thrust slowly back in where he paused a
moment
before pulling back. It took a long while to get the full length of his
dick
slowly sliding in and out of Jeremy, but when he saw the grimace on the
boy’s
face soften he knew it was time to get into some serious fucking.
Jeremy’s groans and
moans
urged him on toward their mutual desire for relief. Zach pounded the
boy,
pressing himself against those two hillocks of soft boy flesh before
almost
completely extracting himself, pulling the ridge of his glans against
the
loosened gate, then thrusting back in reveling in the tightness around
the
length of his cock. It took less time than either wanted before Zach
felt his
balls tighten and the tip of his cock burn with the approaching orgasm.
As much
as he desired this to go on forever, he couldn’t stop himself from
trying to
thrust deeper into the boy as he felt his cock erupt, spewing his
essence into
Jeremy.
He practically fell
down,
covering the boy under him with his spasming body. Tears filled his
eyes as he
slowly came down from unbelievable heights. He kissed Jeremy’s neck,
ear, and then
found the boy’s welcoming lips. Extracting his still hard cock, he
rolled
Jeremy over and sank back down as their kissing increased as the other
boy’s
desire for relief grew.
Soon Zach felt
himself being
forced onto his back. He watched Jeremy fumble with the lube, then shut
his
eyes in anticipation of whatever was coming. He feared little other
than
embarrassing himself in being unable to bear what was soon to be
pushing into
him. He concentrated on all he knew to lessen the assault. Allowing his
legs to
be bent back so his knees were practically pressing against his
shoulders, he still
flinched slightly when the cold lube was gently spread across his
tightly
closed hole. Then he felt the pressure of Jeremy’s intent.
Zach pushed against
the
presence at his gate and was somewhat relieved when he felt himself
relax
enough to permit Jeremy’s admission. An involuntary groan came out
nearly
startling Zach as he felt seven inches of anxious cock imbed itself in
him.
Zach opened his eyes and watched Jeremy above him concentrating on
pushing
himself in. When there was nothing more that Jeremy could give he
smiled and
Zach smiled back. There eyes met and Zach reached up and tweaked both
nipples.
Jeremy’s rhythm was
more
intense, more urgent. The speed increased rapidly, but Zach relished
the
sensations coming from the length of the cock passing the tightness of
his
gate. There was no doubt, there couldn’t be any doubt. He was giving
himself to
another boy. There was no assault here. He was willingly doing this and
he
loved everything he was feeling. And, then, quite suddenly, he wanted
this to
be Steven. He couldn’t shake the feeling that the cock fucking him
right now
should be Steven’s. Tears came to his eyes as he thought of his sweet
Stevie
doing this to him and he would do this to him tomorrow when he went
back to
Steven’s apartment. He wanted Steven to do this to him. It would never
be about
business anymore. This was the ultimate gift he could give anyone and
he wanted
at that moment to give it to the man he loved.
And, then, Zach was
brought
back as he felt Jeremy’s cock swelling inside him and the thrusts
becoming
shorter and more insistent. The warmth spread within him as the boy
above him
shuddered with his orgasm. Then Zach felt something he never expected,
never
anticipated. His own body was being forced over some unknown ledge and
he felt
himself falling, falling as come spewed from his cock splattering onto
his
neck, chest, and, as the jets lessened, his stomach. He’d come from
being
fucked. Tears filled his eyes and he welcomed them.
“I suppose this
means I’m
gay,” Jeremy said as he lay down on top of Zach. There wasn’t a hint of
sadness
in his voice.
“Do girls still
turn you on?”
“Yeah, a little,
well, maybe
more than a little.”
“Then you’re
probably more in
the middle. You get to have it both ways, if you want.”
“Is that good?”
“I don’t know.
Girls don’t do
anything for me. Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Don’t give up on
Derek.
Don’t throw your love away. Take him in your arms and love him.”
“But, he’s Daddy’s.”
“No, he belongs to
you. Love
him. He needs your love more than he needs your father’s dick up his
ass.
Right?”
“Yeah, I guess I
see your
point. Come on, let’s take a shower.”
The sensation was
warm and
wet, not quite like peeing in a swimming pool, but close. It invaded a
dream of
Stevie and him lying close to each other on Stevie’s hide-a-bed. They
were
naked and kissing. Their cocks were rubbing each other until his began
to be
surrounded by a warm wetness, not quite unlike peeing the bed.
Zach’s eye snapped
open. He
was on his back and a boy’s head was bobbing up and down on Zach’s
cock. Then
he remembered where he was.
“Good morning,
sunshine,”
Zach whispered.
Paul looked up for
a moment
then sank his mouth back over Zach’s hard-on and went back to work in
earnest
seeking his crème surprise.
“You’d better keep
it hard
because I got to pee real bad,” Zach said.
Paul looked up,
eyes wide.
“Sorry, but that
happens in
the morning,” Zach said. “If you point me in the right direction, I can
be back
in a minute or two. Unless, you’re into golden showers.”
“It’s through that
door,”
Paul said, sitting back on his ankles, his own cock bobbing in anxious
anticipation.
Zach was amazed at
the size
of the bathroom. It was practically the size of his dorm room, plus a
few extra
square feet. The shower had room for a crowd and the whirlpool tub was
practically a small swimming pool. In a small alcove was the toilet. It
took
him a moment to soften enough to make a decent stream. Then he began to
remember the previous night’s events.
Paul was asleep
when Jeremy
dropped him off at his younger brother’s door. Seeing the sleeping form
in the
bed, they began to kiss, Jeremy seeming to be more earnest than Zach.
The
younger boy’s hands were all over Zach’s body, but especially down
between his
legs caressing the length of his nearly tumescent member; while Zach
concentrated on the boy’s sensitive nipples, which seemed to elicit
more
excitement than the hard rod between them.
“Come on, my
bedroom is down
here,” Jeremy whispered.
Jeremy lay back on
his bed
and welcomed Zach on top of him. Their partially open lips met as
tongues
parried in an exciting bout of sensuality. Neither wished dominance in
this
game, they simply wanted their bodies in full contact, their engorged
cocks
between them jostling for optimum sensation. Zach rolled onto his side,
pulling
the slightly younger boy with him, not wanting to separate for a
moment. He
emptied his mind, focusing only on the lips and tongue at his mouth and
the
incredible feelings emanating from his groin as his cock rubbed against
Jeremy’s.
Nearly as quickly
as it
began, the end came sooner than either boy wished. Jeremy began to
quickly
thrust his hips into Zach lower abdomen using the older boy’s body as
an erotic
rub board. As he shuddered in orgasm, Zach felt his cock swell between
them;
and, as the younger boy’s hot seed began to warm his body, he dropped
over the
edge and began to ecstatically pump his own love offering between them.
They held each
other tightly,
not wanting to break away, not wanting the night to end, but each knew
Zach had
to go to Paul’s bed for the night.
When Zach left the
bathroom,
Paul hadn’t moved. He still knelt on the bed while his young five inch
boy cock
throbbed in anticipation of some yet unknown release. Zach smiled when
he saw
the small tube of lubricant on Paul’s nightstand. He picked it up and
handed it
to Paul, who looked questioningly at the offering.
“Would you like to
fuck me?”
Zach asked, as he lay down on his back and pulled his knees back toward
his
head, fully exposing himself to the younger boy. “Come on, big boy,
lube it up
and stick it to me. I know you want it. Come on, shove that big thing
in where
it belongs.”
Paul smiled and
squirted a
large dollop on the swollen head of his boy cock. He spread it around
and down
the length then wiped the excess on Zach’s hole. After quickly
positioning
himself at the offering, Paul pressed the swollen glans at the gate.
Zach
concentrated on relaxing and pushed against the pressure of the
invading rod of
excited boy flesh, while paying close attention to the younger boy’s
face
watching as the sensations of the quickly disappearing cock reached
Paul’s
awareness.
When the younger
boy gave all
he could, Zach whispered, “Wait a moment, let me get used to you,
you’re a lot
bigger than I thought.”
Paul half smiled at
the
compliment as if he wasn’t certain whether Zach was just trying to be
nice or
whether he really was big enough for the task ahead.
“Okay, big boy,
start slow, a
little bit a time,” Zach whispered. “You are a big boy, aren’t you?”
“Uh, huh,” Paul
breathed
heavily.
Zach felt the boy
cock rub
against his prostate fully inflating his own cock. He reached up with
both
hands and lightly tweaked the top boy’s nipples eliciting a more
forceful
thrust and quick withdrawal. He quickly became fully hard as he
continued
exciting the boy, reveling in the added pressure on each thrust and
withdrawal.
“Come on, big boy,
give me
all you’ve got,” Zach whispered. “If you don’t hurry, I’ll come before
you.
Come on, Paul, give it to me.”
The increasing
speed and
force of the swollen boy cock thrusting into him brought Zach right to
the
edge, then pushed him over. Come spewed from his cock splattering the
headboard
behind him. As he involuntarily tightened against the invading cock,
Paul was
forced over his own barrier. The thrusts shortened and quickened as
Zach felt
hot boy juice filling him. Each cock continued throbbing as the boys’
orgasms
slowly subsided.
Zach pulled Paul
down on top of
him, forcing his tongue between the other boy’s lips. Their kiss,
tentative at
first, lingered as each boy came down from unknown heights punctuated
by
lingering pulses of orgasmic energy. Zach felt the virginal cock
embedded in
him slowly soften until it slipped from him satiated far beyond the
dreams of
the boy who claimed ownership. Unknown to him, this was the goal of
every
possessor of the right to give their body to others. Whether he wanted
it or
not, he was now a full member of the secret society of givers of sexual
pleasure. For he gave freely, what should have been given only for
money, he
initiated the virgin into the insatiable desire for sexual relief. From
this
day forward Paul would only know complete, total satiation when he was
embedded
in another boy. His soul was claimed by the older boy and every sexual
encounter from this day forward would be gauged against this moment of
ultimate
orgasmic pleasure.
A couple hours
later, Zach
was down in the kitchen whipping up a batch of pancakes, while Paul
anxiously
waited on one of the tall stools next to the island. Zach was wearing
the robe,
but left the slippers in the guest room as they were too big and he
didn’t mind
walking around without them. The griddle was getting hot and in a six
inch frying
pan butter was beginning to sizzle.
“What are you doing
in my
kitchen?” the man, who last night was wearing a tux and Zach assumed
was the
butler or some such servant, asked. This morning he was wearing
something a lot
less formal, blue jeans and a tie-dyed t-shirt with black leather
sandals.
“He’s making
pancakes and
fried eggs, Chambers,” Paul said. “Sit down and you can have some, too.”
“Not in my kitchen,
you
don’t,” Chambers said. “Now, get away from my stove and why aren’t you
wearing
clothes?”
“We can’t find the
limo or
Reginald,” Paul said. “Do you where he’s gotten off to?”
“Not my day to
watch out for
him. Go ask your father.”
“I’ll do it,” Zach
said,
somewhat relieved he didn’t have to cook breakfast. “Uh, where do I
look?”
“I’ll show you the
way,” Paul
said. “I’ll be right back, Chambers, and thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not saying
anything
nasty about Zach.”
“Zach? Not Miss
Sara’s Zach.”
“Yeah.”
“But, you were . . .”
“Yeah, I was,” Zach
said. “I
think it comes under the heading, Confused Teen, or some such drivel.
It’s not
a long story, at least, just a bit confusing. Let’s just say it worked
out for
the best, but I do think I need to speak with Mr. McDonald.”
“Come on, Zach,
pancakes will
be done before I get back,” Paul said.
“That’s why you
have syrup
with pancakes,” Zach said. “It makes the coldest pancakes taste good
and a
little hot sauce does wonders for cold eggs.”
Zach followed Paul
up a
flight of stairs behind the kitchen then down a short hall to a pair of
light
oak French doors with frosted glass panes obscuring the view into the
room
beyond. Paul opened the right door and they walked into a sitting room
with a
gas fireplace, white leather sofa, matching side chair, and a big
screen
television. There weren’t any windows, but two skylights brightened the
room.
Another set of French doors opposite were open.
“In there,” Paul
whispered.
“Good luck. I’ll be in the kitchen. Don’t be too long or you’ll be
testing your
theory about hot sauce and syrup.”
“It’s not a theory.”
“Who’s out there?”
a voice
asked from beyond the French doors.
“Gotta go,” Paul
whispered.
“Good luck.”
“It’s me, sir,
Zach,” he
said, as he walked into the bedroom. Mr. McDonald sat on the side of
the bed in
white and yellow striped pajama bottoms. His gut lacked definition, but
wasn’t
so fat it might be considered obscene. He was just out of shape, but
six months
in the gym might do wonders, if he had a little incentive to do it.
“Ah, yes, I was
wondering
when you were going to come in here looking for payment.”
“No payment is
necessary sir,”
Zach said as he looked around the room for a chair or something to sit
on. “I
was wondering where my clothes have gone.”
“Call me Charlie.
It doesn’t
make me feel so old.”
“Okay, Charlie,”
Zach said.
He went to the bed and sat down a couple feet from the older man. “And,
I was
just wondering if you needed anything.”
“Probably a good
thrashing
for how I acted last night. I can’t imagine why I let Derek talk me
into it doing
that to Jeremy.”
“Where is Derek?”
“Jeremy came and
got him last
night. Did you, uh, well, with my son?”
“He’s not as gay as
you
thought, but then he’s not that straight, either. Kind of in the
middle. Gets
to have fun with everyone.”
“I see, but if you
didn’t
sleep with him?”
“Paul wanted
company.”
“Did you, uh?”
“You’ll have to
have a good
old fashioned father-son talk. He’s going to need a lot of support.”
“So, if you don’t
want any
money, what do you want?”
“I was just
wondering if you
might want to get together sometime. I could meet you at your condo in
town.
Maybe we can get to know each other a little better.”
“Then you really
are?”
“I don’t think so,
more of a
friend I think. I know Jeremy will be with Derek a lot more, a lot
more. You
might get a little lonely for a while. Unless you know someone else. I
wouldn’t
be interested in anything rough, I don’t think I’d be into that sort of
thing,
but we could be friends for a while. If you want.”
“How much will this
cost?”
“I think you’ve
spent enough
on this already. You’ve lost a lot of respect with your kids and you’re
going
to have to work real hard to be their dad, again. I’d just like to get
to know
you, sort of in the Biblical sense, if you know what I mean. Nothing
special,
I’m too new at this to do anything out of the ordinary.”
“You know, Zach,
you’re a
good kid. You don’t deserve to be doing this.”
“I’d like to say
why I want
to, but let’s just say I found out something about myself last night
that I
didn’t expect and, well, I don’t think you’re that bad of a guy. Of
course, I
don’t think we should say anything to Sara about this. I don’t think
she’ll
understand guy stuff.”
“Is that what this
is? Guy
stuff?”
“I don’t know, but
I’d be
interested in finding out.”
“How about this
Tuesday
evening, say six o’clock.”
“I can give you an
hour.”
“Is that all?”
“I’ve got a lot of
homework.
I’m taking four classes this summer.”
“Four classes?”
“I know, I know!
What was I
thinking?”
“You know, Zach,
you are a
good kid.”
“Who likes a dick
up his
ass.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”