Date: Fri, 6 Jan 2012 22:50:43 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 11 The Trap Chapter 11 There was a tumultuous knock at the door. "Rider, it's me, bro," said a deep voice. "It's Colby. Let me in, man." Colby looked up when he heard the sound of a window opening. He could hear a voice coming from within ask: "Who the Hell is that? It's four in the morning!" "Colby, man, is that you?" asked a voice familiar to Colby. It was Rider. Colby recognized a shaggy head of brown hair peek out the second story window of a clapboard house on the seaside in Jersey. "Yeah, it's me, Rider. It's Colby. Um... can I come in?" There was not even a second's pause before Rider said: "Of course, man. I can't... Well, I can't believe you're here, but hell yeah you can come in! I'll come down now and open the door. Just hang on, alright? What the heck is Colby doing here..." Colby heaved a heavy sigh, of exhaustion mostly, but he was comforted by the sight of Rider's face and the sound of his voice. He dropped his bag on the wet grass and sat on the low concrete steps that led up to the door. Something about his Princeton chum had always made Colby feel like everything would always be alright: it was just that "Rider feeling." When Colby stood next to him, Rider gave off the scent of freshly-dryed laundry and your average drug store aftershave. He had a smile that took Colby back to Monday Night Football, apple pie, flannel, and sports clips on Sportscenter. He was more of yesterday than of today. In Colby's mind, he could still see Rider's head peering out from the window of the house, but it was not long before Colby saw a light come on inside the house, followed by a door flying open. And there was Rider, his 6'5 form draped in what looked like his granddad's tartan style red flannel pajamas. "Man, I can't believe you're here," said Rider, breathless. He seemed to have run down the stairs to get the door. "Well, I am," whispered Colby, pushing Rider aside and walking inside the house. Rider blushed with the touch of Colby's hands on his ribs. It had been raining and Colby's black t-shirt and cargo shorts were wet with the with rain. "Are you seriously wearing an Empire Strikes Back t-shirt, Colby?" "Um... are you seriously wearing your dad's pajamas?" "No," replied Rider, curtly. "What's wrong with my..." "Nevermind," Colby interrupted. "Rider," Colby began, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I have so much to tell you, my man. I don't even know where to start." "Well," said Rider, grabbing Colby by the arm and pulling him toward the stairwell, "you can start at the beginning." "The beginning..." "As in what the Hell are you doing at my sister's beach house at 4 in the morning...?" "Oh yeah... The beginning... Well, can we talk about it in the morning?" "It is the morning," said Rider. "I'm beat, man," said Colby, trudging slowly up the stairs. "Can we talk about it in the um... afternoon... or...?" "You wanna sleep?" "Yes," said Colby. "I'm so tired. I spent two hours at the airport waiting for a fucking cab." "Alright, Colby," said Rider, "but you're gonna have to share a bed with me." "No way, bro!" said Colby. "I'll take the floor. There's no way I'm evicting you from your bed." "Dude, your my guest. By the way, how did you even know that I was gonna be at my sister's house?" "You texted me after your band played in Portland. Something about heading over to Jersey until your apartment in NY was ready. I guess you were pretty smashed." "Yeah, I was... Well, you're definitely sleeping with me in the bed. No worries. We can to do top to toe..." "Top to toe?" asked Colby, suddenly finding himself in front of the room that Rider indicated was theirs. "Dude, that's so gay. That's even gayer than sleeping side by..." "Colby, shut up and take off your wet clothes. I'm not getting a pneumonia because you decided to run away from home in the middle of a rainy night. I have some t-shirts that you can put on..." Rider gave Colby a friendly slap on the ass and they walked into the room. The room was homey, more homey than rich kid Colby had ever known: it had low ceilings; the walls that were not covered with geeky posters had old, tacky wallpaper, and there was even a lava lamp on the desk in the corner. "Dude, a lava lamp..." "Shut up, Colby," and Rider began peeling Colby's wet clothes off of his muscular, knotted body. "All I need is a warm bed," said Colby, stepping out of the soaked shorts that Rider pulled down. Rider gazed in wonder at Colby soaking wet standing in front of him. Droplets of water coarsed from Colby's wet hair down his forehead, and, from there, down his abs to his crotch and legs. Strong, hair-covered pecs protruded forward from a powerful frame made even stronger from rugby playing. Colby had hairy legs, too, and his boxers were knotted up over his beefy thighs, showing off a very full crotch. Rider noted that Colby had that rare combination of the youthful face of a 20-year old, with the mature body of a man. He exuded youth and strength in equal measure. "Um..." Rider mumbled. "Well, um... you're not... ahem... you're not getting a warm bed... until you, um... tell me what happened... first." "No, problem," said Colby, plopping into the bed and spreading his arms out comfortably. He had hairy pits, too, and Rider had to look away for a few seconds to coax his hard-on into dying down. "Basically, I'm homeless and my life is ruined." "What?" asked Rider, laughing and slapping Colby on the leg. "Don't play around. What really happened?" "I'm serious. The trustees have seized control of the Fitzpatrick estate. I'm what you might call a working stiff now, my dude." "Wait..." said Rider, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Begin at the beginning..." "Welcome, gentlemen," Gruder began, entering the boardroom and walking toward the front. As the chairman walked, a hush passed over the room; heads turned to gaze at the Chairman, clearly more confident than ever and looking the very picture of success, power, and prosperity. Even Mr. Matsumoto, recovering from a hospital stay and medical leave, looked bewildered to see the Chairman like this after what had happened. "What's going on?" whispered one boardmember to another. "Gruder called this emergency meeting, but no one seems to know what for." "I don't think it has to do with that Norwegian," said Mr. Collier. By now, Gruder's failed attempt to get Colby ousted from the company by luring him with the supposedly irresistible Scandinavian model was old news. "We all heard how that failed. I haven't heard anything." Collier leaned in closer to the boardmember to whom he spoke. "I am very curious." In a corner sat Colby, trying to get Arun's attention with head gestures, but the intern, who stood on the other side of the room, never looked his way and his face seemed more serious than usual. "I called this emergency meeting to discuss a very important matter..." Gruder began. "Hopefully this meeting won't be anything like the last one," said a more-disgruntled-than-usual boardmember. "No, Dr. Jones," the chairman replied. "I assure you that today's meeting will be quite different. Quite different..." "Get to the point, Gruder..." said Collier, leaning back in his chair. "None of us are entertained by your antics." "Fine," said Gruder. "I won't hold you all in suspense any longer than necessary. Arun, roll the tape." Colby watched in growing alarm as Arun picked up the projector remote from the boardroom table and pressed play. The seconds it took for the projector screen to move down from the pole were excrutiatingly long for Colby and it seemed the others felt the same when Colby looked around to gauge their feeling. The projector screen reached its lowest point with a "click" and suddenly the black screen turned blue and then night-vision green. "Holy shit," Colby whispered, recognizing Arun's room. A muscular form was visible lowering themself down on someone lying face down on the bed. In spite of the darkness, with the night vision it was clear that there were two nude individuals in the shot and the scene appeared to be the last moments, or the moments immediatel after, a prolonged encounter of a sexual nature. The muscular man positioned himself over the man lying on the bed and rubbed his hard cock against the firm, beefy ass on the bed. He slapped the beautiful behind and his cock seemed to throb either in anticipation or in the excitement after cumming. After dry-humping for a time, the man moved off of the person on the bed and turned toward the screen. He grabbed his ten-inch dick and jerked it a few times. He appeared to be squeezing out the last drops of cum from his bottle-thick cock. The camera zoomed in and a face was visible. "Holy mother of Jesus," whispered Collier. "That's... that's..." mumbled Mr. Matsumoto, unable to get the words out. "Is that Colby Fitzpatrick?" asked one of the boardmembers, their eyes zoomed into the muscular, hairy young man holding tightly to a throbbing cock as he sat Indian-style on the bed. "That... is that..." Mr. Matsumoto continued to mumble. "Is... is..." "Yes, colleagues," said Gruder. "That is our heir, Colby Fitzpatrick, that you see before you on the screen. That is his throbbing, erect penis captured by the wide-angle lens." The video continued to play and the firm, handsome body lying on the bed suddenly sat up; his body turned toward the camera, revealing not only a hard cock, but a familiar face. "Goodness gracious great balls of fire!" yelled Collier. "That's Aaron, the intern!" "It's... it's..." mumbled Mr. Matsumoto. "My name is Arun," remarked the intern, unabashedly, his face fixed in a harsh expression as if carved out of stone. Colby stood up and, casting a defeated look back at Arun, staggered toward the boardroom door. "Wait!" yelled Gruder. "You will want to hear this, young man." Colby stopped in his tracks. He loosened the collar of the tailored shirt that he wore. "In light of this video, which we have all seen, I have something I would like to say to you, Colby." Colby let out a sigh. His shirt was already drenched in sweat. Ice-cold blood ran through his veins. "What we have seen is compelling proof, for all of us gathered here, of the sort of person that you are, Colby, and the sort of nature that expects to one day lead Fitzpatrick Chemical, the corporation that most of us here have devoted our lives to." "Here it comes," whispered Mr. Collier. "Certainly, all of this means little to a privileged young man like yourself," Gruder continued. "The long hours. The sacrifice. I cannot imagine that you would be capable of understanding any of it. Perhaps you can understand this... As this video is evidence of a shameful character and the absence of the sort of discretion required to lead the future Fitzpatrick-McNamara Industrial Corporation, I, the chairman of this corporation, believe that you, Colby Fitzpatrick, have proven yourself unworthy of the great patrimony you are to inherit, of the company which bears your family name. The welfare of the employees, their families, and the shareholders of this company... this family... would be endangered by being entrusted into your care and after discussion with my legal team and your family trustees, we have determined that you shall not inherit your father's and your own shares in this company. "You appear surprised, young man, but you should not be. While you globe trot from one place to another, to sleep with men and women of every tongue, walk of life, and color, people whose names are quickly forgotten, I'm sure, the rest of us are away from our families, here at the company, doing our best to ensure its survival. While you are placing your pulsating penis into another young man's throbbing asshole, we are breaking our backs to make Fitzpatrick Chemical into what we all know it can be! While you are squeezing the asscheeks of the fresh-faced jock lying underneath you..." "Oh my..." whispered Mr. Matsumoto, looking around him in shock. "But I digress," said Gruder, with a shrug. "As I said, in light of this video, the trustees of your estate, under my guidance, have decided to deprive you of the shares that should be yours. Like many a prince before you, you, Colby Fitzpatrick, have tossed away the great advantages that you were privileged to have, shrugged off the position of leadership that you might have ascended to, not only in this company, but in our great nation: you have thrown it all away for a few lascivious moments with someone below you in station, someone helpless and at your whim. For a few tablespoons worth of cum, you have thrown away your place as the natural leader of this company..." "Oh... Oh my..." said Mr. Matsumoto. "Your shares in Fitzpatrick Chemical," Gruder continued, "shall be taken over permanently by the trustees of your estate until we can determine what to do with them. Furthermore, you are to lose your allowance, and the other rewards of being heir to the Fitzpatrick Corporation. If you would like to continue to study at Princeton, you shall have to come up with the money yourself as your trustees shall not pay the way of someone as debauched as you... Someone who certainly shall never make use of a world class education. Now you may leave the room and contemplate the extent to which you have disgraced yourself, your family, and this corporation. Naturally, this video shall be made available to the media, as proof of your character." "I can't... I can't believe this is happening..." Colby managed to get out. "Arun... how... how could you do this? I... I thought I meant something to you... How..." "I am disgusted by the very sight of you," Gruder interrupted, "as I am sure many of us in this room are. Many of us have known you from childhood and could little have imagined the sort of man that you would show yourself to be. I do not want to be associated with you, and I ask that you leave, immediately." Later, Colby would not understand how he managed to get out of the room, after what happened, but somehow be placed one foot in front of the other, though the room spinned around him. As he walked through the boardroom door, he heard a crash. "What was that?" asked Collier. "It's... it's Mr. Matsumoto! I think he's had another stroke!" "So, that's what happened," said Colby. He lay on Rider's bed, a place of rest that seemed far too small for the 6'5 Princeton basketball player. Colby was curled up in the fetal position, with his head resting on a pillow. It seemed strange to Rider to see a man so strong appear so weak, at this moment. "Stand up, Colby," Rider said. "What? No, man. I'm tired. You got what you wanted. I told you everything. Are you happy, now? Just let me sleep." "Why would I be happy, Colby?" Rider asked, standing up beside the bed. "Stand up." Colby stood up, a look of shame and defeat on his face. But only moments later, he felt the warmth of big strong arms around him. He felt the pressure of a head rested on his shoulder. "It's alright, buddy," Rider said, in his strong, calm tenor. Just the sound of Rider's voice at that moment put Colby at ease. "It's alright. It's all bullshit, everything that Gruder said. I know you, man. I've known you for three years and you are the most admirable man I ever met. You'd break your back to help anyone that needed help. Fuck that company! If they want to go to the gutter under Gruder's leadership: let them." "But, I can't go back to Princeton, Rider," said Colby. Rider, holding Colby tight, felt the first drop of a tear on his shoulder. He hugged Colby's strong frame even tighter. "The estate won't pay for it any more. I used..." Colby's words were broken by sniffling. "I used the last money I had to get here. To come to you... I didn't know what else to do." Rider turned his face away from Colby's for a moment: he didn't want his friend to see that he had begun to cry, too. "It's alright, Colby," said Rider, his voice taking a chipper tone. "You came to the right place! We'll figure it out. If anyone could figure out what to do, it's me!" Colby began to sob and Rider held on to him, rubbing his back. Rider said nothing, but the warmth of his body against Colby's soothed the rugby player, though his entire world had collapsed in a matter of minutes all for, as the chairman put it, "a few tablespoons of cum"! Soon after, Rider felt a hand travel down his back. It was Colby's warm hand, reaching into the back of Rider's pajama pants, and tracing a path back upward: up Rider's muscular, striated back. Colby had never seen Rider out of his clothes and was shocked at the evidence of how strong and muscular he was. "Colby, wait," Rider began. "You're emotional. You don't want to do this." Rider wanted to pull away, but he could not. Colby broke free from the embrace and looked up into Rider's kind and deep-set brown eyes. Rider had the look of a young Rock Hudson: tall, dark, and strongly handsome. "Colby, stop... I can't... I can't let you do this." "I want it," said Colby, hugging Rider again. "You don't understand, man. I need it." "You need..." "I need to get fucked." "Colby..." "Shhh," said Colby, hushing Rider. Colby slowly got down to his knees, pulling Rider's pajamas to the floor along the way. Seeing his handsome friend down on his knees was almost enough to make Rider cum then and there. His cock throbbed in his underwear. With Rider's pajamas down, Colby reached up for the elastic of Rider's calvins. His heart beat hard in his chest in anticipation. Given Rider's height, Colby knew that his friend probably had an enormous cock. "Holy shit!" Colby yelled, when Rider's cock was revealed. The pulsating, veiny dick slapped up against Rider's cut abs when the calvins were pulled down. "Too big?" "Yeah, too big..." Colby said, shaking his head. "No, dumbass! It's fucking perfect." "Colby, do you really think..." Rider was a good guy and, horny as he was, he just wanted to hug his friend. He wanted him to know that everything would be alright. But, clearly, Colby wanted something else. Colby reached up for Rider's dick with his hand. He licked his lips as he jerked the wide dick. There was a drop of precum on the tip, hanging off a beautiful pink cockhead. Colby reached out with his tongue and licked the precum off the tip of Rider's dick. "Oh my god," Rider moaned, tossing his head back. Before Rider knew what was happening, Colby had opened his mouth wide and taken Rider's dick into his mouth. Colby was not a beginner when it came to fucking and, with Rider's cock stretching out his mouth, he managed to snake his tongue around and lick the underside of Rider's cock head and shaft. "Oh yeah," Rider said: head back, eyes closed. Colby looked up as he hoovered Rider's dick and the look of ecstasy on Rider's face was all the encouragement he needed. Down on his knees, Colby could see the cut of Rider's strong jaw line, his dark hair, his Adam's apple. "That's the way I like it," Rider said, running his fingers through Colby's curly brown-blond hair. "You're... you're doing a great job, buddy." Colby pulled Rider's cock out of his mouth with a loud "plop." "You like it?" he asked. "I love it," Rider said. He bent down low and pointed Colby's face up toward his. He kissed him. It was brief, but it was the most passionate kiss that Colby had ever experienced. Maybe it was the moment, maybe it was the place, maybe it was the guy: but that kiss was like a jolt of electricity coursing down Colby's body. Without even having to touch his dick, Colby was already leaking precum. Colby opened his mouth again and let in Rider's dick. He steadily worked his way down until most of the footlong dick was down his throat. Rider's balls slapped against Colby's chin. Rider opened his eyes and the sight of Colby's beefy, hairy pecs bouncing as he sucked his 12-inch dick was more than he could handle. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck, Colby, I'm gonna cum..." "No, don't cum yet, man," Colby said, pulling Rider's cock out of his mouth. The precum that Rider leaked in Colby's mouth dribbled down his chin. Colby stood up and grabbed onto one of Rider's arms. He pulled him over to the bed. Colby hopped in, pulling off what was left of his clothes and tossing them in a heap over to a corner of the room. He pulled his knees close to his body, with his feet on the mattress, giving Rider a view of his thick, hairy legs and tight pink hole. Colby had never been fucked before. Rider, holding on to his dick with one hand, crawled over to Colby. Soon, Rider's body was hovering only a few inches over Colby's. Colby reached up and rubbed Rider's pecs. He kissed and licked Rider's large pink nipples. "Oh god," Rider cooed. "Shit, man, that feels so good. No one's ever done anything like that to me before." "You've never been with me before, man," Colby said. "I guess I wasted my years at Princeton," Rider said, closing his eyes again in the throws of extraordinary masculine pleasure. "I guess so." Afterward, Colby reached up and pulled Rider's body closer to his. "Fuck me," he said. "What?" "Fuck me. I want you fuck me so bad." Rider, his dick still in his hand, positioned his cock at Colby's hole. He pushed in a little, just to get a feel. Colby closed his eyes tight. "Shit, your hole is so fucking tight," Rider said. "I know," Colby said. "I can take it, man." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." Colby reached forward and grabbed Rider's 12-inch dick, guiding it toward his hole. "Oh, fuck yeah," Colby said when Rider pushed in. Inch by inch, Rider worked his cock into Colby's ass. Rider watched as Colby tightened his abs as he took his cock deeper and deeper inside. Rider knew that he had never seen anything as amazing as the sight of this built, hairy rugby player on his back taking his 12-inch cock. His cock almost fully in, Rider bent forward and kissed Colby on the neck. When Rider was completely inside of him, Colby opened his eyes. "Oh, you son of a bitch!" he said. "That's a big, fucking dick." "I know, man," said Rider. "Sorry, Colby." "It's alright, buddy," said Colby. Rider had begun to work his thrusts into a steady rhythm. As he fucked Colby, Rider pulled his body close in a bear hug, their twenty-something hairy chests and abs grating against each each other. "Who knew you were a bottom?" Rider asked, with a killer grin, the kind that the old school movie stars, with the same rugged good looks, used to throw at the enraptured leading ladies acting alongside them. "Shut up, asshole," said Colby. As Rider fucked him, Colby rubbed Rider's strong biceps, his back, and his abs. "I'm close," Rider said. "Already..." Colby wondered. "Dude, I'm not a pro," said Rider. "You're too fucking hot for me to hold it in." "Alright, man," said Colby. He shifted back and Rider's dick slowly slid out of him. Colby got up, reached forward, and grabbed on to Rider's cock with his right hand. He began to jerk the huge dick furiously. He used his other hand to slap Rider's firm ass. Rider rubbed that ass after he slapped it. It felt good. Real good. It should not have been a surprise that a tall guy like Rider, with big strong legs, would have a hot ass, but Colby was not expecting it. Colby began to work his way back to Rider's tight hole, buried between beefy and powerful ass cheeks. Colby slid a finger in, as he continued to jerk Rider's dick. "What are you doin'?" Rider managed to ask. "Um... I think I'm fingering your hole, my dude." "It feels good," Rider admitted. "It feels so fucking good." Colby could do naught but laugh. Before Rider knew what was happening, Colby had slid another finger in, stretching out his tight, virgin hole. "God," Rider said. "Oh, shit. I... I'm gonna cum. Fuck... Fuckity fuck! Ah! Son of a whore! FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK! AAAHHHHHH!" Rider's face turned red as the first shot of cum jumped out of his dick. With a spurt, a thick jet of cum landed on Colby's chest, getting caught in his chest hair. The next shot of cum hit Colby on the chin. Colby continued to jerk Rider's dick and shot after shot pulsated out. As the last shots of cum came out, Colby opened his mouth wide again and took Rider's cock into his mouth. The sensation of Colby's lips on his cockhead as the cum spurted out sent Rider over the edge until he could not say which way was up. "Oh my god, man," Rider said, as Colby sucked his dick as hard as he could, draining the last drops of cum from his cock and balls. When he was done cumming, Rider collapsed in Colby's arms. Colby hugged him back. "I've never cum so hard before," Rider said, heart pounding. Colby laughed. "I need to get you off now," Rider added. "Too late," Colby said and he pointed at the pool of jizz that he had squirted all over Rider's bed when he was draining his dick. Minutes later, Rider lay with his head on Colby's chest. "I love you, man," Rider said. "I know," Colby replied. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Alright, guys, it seems like very few of you are still reading this storyline and those that are seem to be VERY dissatisfied, but have I ever let you guys down before (Wrestlers Love The Kamikaze Shack, Screwing the President, Ben Leaves Bareacres Ranch, etc.)? Alright, don't answer that, but hope springs enternal and good things come to those who wait, etc. So untangle your panties and be patient, my dudes, alright? I will manage to pull this series together... somehow... E-mail comments, bitching, etc. to the address above!] [COPYRIGHT 2012]