Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:42:58 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 6 The Trap Chapter 6 The light that shone in through the blinds was dark. It was afternoon light. Colby awoke, in his own bed, with the sense that something significant had happened, but he could not recollect what it was. Colby felt hot and he noted that his body was covered in sweat. He looked up at the mirror on the ceiling above his bed and he could see that his naked body was only half-covered by the thin bed sheet and that droplets of sweat dripped down and between his six-pack. A friend from Princeton has sent them the mirror to be be screwed in over the bed as a prank. As Colby banged a wet California pussy, he could look up in the mirror and watch his own muscular ass slamming into her, this anonymous whore, as she moaned in pleasure. Looking at the mirror made him miss college, but he would be back soon. What Colby noticed most of all, as he gazed up into the mirror, was the huge hard-on making a tent in the bed sheet. He was so hard that the outline of his cock head could be clearly made out in the mirror's reflection. He was so horny that the bed sheet moved up and down as his cock pulsated underneath it, casting small shadows hither and thither. Across from the bed, hanging on the wall, was Colby's very first rugby uniform, sullied with dirt and blood, from when his Princeton Intramural Team won their first match against Cornell when he was a freshman. The Cornell team was expected to sweep the preliminary games and win the championship, but when the Princeton Hungry Yuppies rugby team smashed Cornell to smithereens, it felt to Colby like the best day of his life. After this first big game, one of the team's sponsors, a wealthy corporate type, bought the members all new uniforms so that they could keep this victory uniform intact; an event so memorable should never be forgotten, thought the man, a fixture at the rugby games of these virile young college freshmen. And Colby never did forget that day. Seeing the uniform, Colby recollected his crush on Chad Robertson, one of his rugby mates. Robertson was a brown-haired Canadian with big brown eyes, a baby face, and the biggest, beefiest ass on the team. After every game, nay, after every game and practice session, Colby would immediately head to his room and jerk off picturing James's ass. He could see the stud on all fours, spreading his meaty ass cheeks apart as if he were in front of him in real life. Spreading those cheeks, James cast a look back at Colby, licked his lips. He winked at him. "I know you want some," he seemed to say. Colby imagined James turning over in the bed and crawling over to him. James took his cock into his mouth and then they maneuvered around until they were able to get into a 69. Colby's massive cock plopped into James's wet mouth and James's long pole tickled the back of Colby's throat. It was not long before there was something wet staining the bed sheet. Colby looked up and saw that his throbbing cock had squirted out a thick, drop of precum, without him even needing to touch himself. And that was not it. Colby continued to imagine James taking his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, and the precum stain grew larger and larger. As Colby imagined 69ing his old rugby mate, it occurred to him that something wasn't quite right. Colby was in his own bed. He wondered: "Wait, how did I get here?" Last he remembered, he was at Arun's place. He reached for his cell phone to call Arun. He wanted to know how he had gotten home. Had Arun called a cab? But then Colby saw the date. It was two days later than when he thought it was. "You have some splaining to do, kiddo," said a woman's voice, coming from the threshold of an open door. Colby rolled over, covering his raging hard-on with his hands; he did not recognize the voice right away. He thought it was Pam, his Mom's Alcoholic's Anonymous sponsor, at first. It would not be unlike her to show up unexpected and roam the mansion unattended. "Oh, it's you," said Colby, when he realized whom it was. "No need to cover your boner," said a seasoned voice of wisdom. "I'm your mother, and I've seen lots of erections in my life, besides." Colby shook his head. "You? You've seen lots of boners? That can't be true! Who's spewing these lies?" "Don't be sardonic, Colby," said his mother, feeling no need to cover up her red leather bustier. "Everyone knows I'm the town slut." Colby sighed. He did not want to be reminded. "Wait, did you see me... um..." "No," replied Mrs. Fitzpatrick, with haste. "I did not see the lusty prelude to that large drop of cum in your bed sheet." Colby sighed again. "What do you want?" he managed to get out, through yawns. "As I said, you have some explaining to do," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick. "What did I do this time?" asked Colby. "Let me guess. We both managed to fuck the same pitcher from the Boston Red Sox?" "Something like that." "Wait, what?" asked Colby, sitting up. "This Thorsten person," Colby's Mom resumed. "Thor, I think he goes by. He's rather delicious. Why didn't you tell me about him?" "Why are you bringing him up?" asked Colby. "As I said, we fucked and he was delightful and delicious!" "Mom, you slept with Thor?!" "Yes, and he did not even charge me. I found him in your room naked. He already had an erection and he was clearly feeling randy, so I just sort of sat down on it..." "Mom, Mom, too much information!" shouted Colby. "How could you?" "How could I 'what'? Oh, you mean sleep with your friend in your bed? I didn't mean to. It just sort of happened. Don't look so surprised. You've known me all of your life. You should know how I am by now. I was feeling hormonal and there was an unrelated hard dick in the house, so I..." "Mom, get out." "This is my house, Colby," replied Colby's Mom, calmly. "Actually, it's mine," Colby remarked. "After Dad was put away, all of his assets were transferred to me. You knew that, didn't you?" "No need to get so legal, Colby. I just wanted to know why you had not told me about this Thor person." "What makes you bring it up now?" "He was here yesterday," Colby's Mom remarked. "You must remember." "Actually, I don't remember a thing..." After banishing his Mom, her red leather bustier, and her enhanced mammaries, Colby sat up in bed (boner much reduced) and found the Norwegian's phone number on his mobile's speed dial. "Did you sleep with my mother?" asked Colby, right after the Norwegian's heavily-accented "Hello". "You already know the answer to that, my friend. Remember you found me handcuffed to the bed? You did not want to know how I had gotten there." "But I had no idea that my Mom 'sat on your dick', literally right before I showed up." "Not right before you showed up..." There was a pause of almost a minute. "Something else is bothering you," said the Norwegian, tenderly. "Tell me what it is." "Why didn't you go back to Chairman Gruder with the evidence of... you know? I just don't get it. He must be paying you. Why would you back out like that?" "Fuck, Gruder," said Thor, immediately. "He doesn't own me. I am my own man, Colby. You don't know many Norwegians, my friend. We don't take shit from anybody. Once I met you, I realized that I liked you and I could not do that to something I thought was cool." "I understand. I think." "Did you have fun yesterday?" the Norwegian asked. "Yeah, that's the other thing. What actually happened yesterday? I can't remember anything, my dude." "Well," said the Norwegian. This was followed by a deep chuckle. "I sat on your face. You sucked my dick. I sucked your dick. You fucked me..." "Alright, alright, I get the idea," said Colby, timidly. "Why can't I remember any of that?" "Probably the ecstasy." "You gave me ecstasy?" "Yeah, you were up to try it," said the Norwegian. "You were really stressed out. I think the ecstasy and the fucking really calmed you." "Um... alright." "So... when do you want to meet up, Colby? I'm horny again, my friend. As usual. I'm down by the Golden Gate Bridge Park. Do you want to pick me up? I have to go back to Norway..." "I don't need this right now," thought Colby to himself. He hung up. There were twinges of guilt involved, but it had to be done. Part of him still didn't trust the Norwegian and there was too much going on in his life for him to risk meeting with Thor again. Thus, the hung up phone. Next thing he knew, Colby was walking out of the front door to his house as a red Mustang pulled up to the front. A car door opened and a blond guy in shades stepped out, arms spread open in a happy and gregarious greeting. "Colby!" shouted Troy, face plastered with a white, toothy smile. "So good to see you, my dude! What have you been up to?" "What have I been up to?" Colby asked, incredulous. "What have YOU been up to? How can you be so calm after what happened?" "What happened?" "Um... the video of us fucking was shown to the Board of Directors of Fitzpatrick Chemical. Mr. Matsumoto nearly had a stroke. Chairman Gruder was almost voted off the board for showing the video in the first place. I got off Scot-free, but everyone in a leadership role at the company knows you like to swallow..." "Oh that," said Troy. "No big deal! Life goes on!" "Life goes on... Wow, buddy, I wish I had your... um... 'roll with the punches' attitude." "Yup! Life is a lot easier that way. I mean, look at it like this. So I like a little dick once in a while... So I like bobbing for apples at The Manhole. I'm still rich. I already have access to my trust fund and I never really wanted to run that stupid fucking corporation anyway. Good riddance." "Honestly, Troy," said Colby, embracing his friend. "I think you have the right idea. I don't know why I get so upset when it comes to Fitzpatrick Chemical. Somehow, I feel responsible for the company. I wish I could just say 'Fuck it!', but for some reason I can't. I could learn a lot from you. I've had a lot of fucked up days recently and it all boils down to this stupid fucking company." "You're wasting your youth, bro," said Troy, patting the passenger seat, indicating that Colby should take it. "We're young and we'll never be young again. This is it. This is fucking it!" "Dude, you're right," said Colby. "I know you're right." He looked over at Troy. This very handsome guy, who had barely graduated from boarding school but had "somehow" made it to Harvard, was wearing a black wife beater and a pair of camouflage cargo shorts. Troy always looked like the world was his oyster and that there was not reason why a rich young guy like him should not do "whatever the fuck I want!" He looked awfully good today, but Troy was like a piece of double fudge chocolate cake topped with two scoops of French Vanilla ice cream: in the moment, you want nothing else and when you partake of it, you experience a few moments of Heaven, but the next day, not only are you filled with regret, but you wonder why you wanted it in the first place. "Listen, my dude," said Troy. "I have an idea." "Here it comes," thought Colby. "I have access to the corporate jet... My Dad is in Switzerland and he hasn't cut off my access to the perks yet... Why don't we fly somewhere? Anywhere in the world you wanna go, my dude. We could fuck on a black sand beach in Hawaii. We could do it doggy style on top of a roulette table in Monte Carlo. We could fuck between the slots at Foxwoods Casino. Hell, we could even sneak into the Queen's private apartments in Buckingham Palace and bump assholes there. "Anything you want, Colby," said Troy. He started up the car. "You mean a lot to me, my dude. I mean, we've been through a lot together already and we'll get through this, too." Troy put an arm around Colby and roughly turned his face toward his. They kissed. Although Troy could be a douchebag and although he had probably never had a serious thought in his life that had lasted more than three milliseconds, in a sense, Colby loved Troy. Troy was his first time and no matter what was going on, Colby knew that he could go to Troy. Troy's advice would naturally be horrible and Colby would certainly be inclined to do the exact opposite of what Troy suggested, but it was rare in life to meet someone like Troy, Colby thought. "I have an idea," said Colby, a wide grin forming on his face, the first glimmer of a twinkle beginning in his eye. "Let's go back to where it all began." "Where it all began..." Troy whispered. "You mean the unit of the hospital where the babies come out? No wait, you mean, like back to Africa, Mount Kilimanjaro and shit, right? Back to our roots." "Our roots? Um... we're white, Troy." "Yeah, but everyone comes from Africa right?" asked a very confused Troy. "At least that's what the archaeologist I fucked yesterday said. Dude, he was kinky! All he wanted to do was suck my toes! He sucked my toes all fucking night, bro!" Colby sighed and then he snapped his fingers. "Troy, pay attention! Pay attention, my dude, okay? I'm not talking about Africa. Where did we first meet?" "Um... boarding school! You wanna go back to boarding school?" Colby said nothing but his grin continued to grow. "You wanna fuck in the headmaster's office, don't you?" asked Troy. "Fuck yeah! I thought that archaeologist was kinky, but you... You the man!" [To Be Continued] [Thanks for the support, guys. 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