Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 11:52:26 -0400
From: Sammie G <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rain on me, Chapter 13

Disclaimer: This is a FICTIONAL story describing the love triangle of a
teenage boy. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type
of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then
refrain from reading it. The story consists of lust, incest, passion,
teenage romance, interracial, love and all the rest of the good stuff in
that order... Prepare to be rained on.

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Definition of Rain \ r-an\ v 2: To bestow abundantly

				RAIN ON ME


We arrived at the Syndicate late into the night. Downtown was a busy place,
with a certain smell of success, competition and opportunity in the
air. The street that the late night club belonged to was a long dark
street, with only one source of light and that came from the Syndicate
club. The club stood there like the star of Jerusalem, calling 'downlow'
men from everywhere to come. And the men were coming, cars were everywhere
lining up the blocks until nothing at all was seen.  There were two large
bouncers standing at some kinda red carpet, right in front of the entrance.
They were twins. I had never seen two men that equaled one another in size
and intimidation.  There large muscles guarded the door to the club like it
was some kinda fortress.

Men were gathering everywhere. I saw them lining up in great lines trying
to get past the large bouncers. They were all kinda men. The sneaky looking
rednecks, the flaming feminine men, the rough masculine men and even the
kinda men that lived next door were all lining up here, waiting to get into
this star club. There were a few women, but few enough to understand that
this club wasn't meant for them. There was a cold wind as I caught eyes
with men that I had known from around the block. I saw Mr. Gentles, the
nervous old man that everyone thought was crazy. I saw boys from school,
even the jocks that played football.

Byron seemed to be familiar with this place, because he wasn't looking
around as much as Robbie and I were. My step-brother's best friend led us
around the block and into a dark alleyway. The alleyway was a long lane
that seemed to be around the club and into a back lot that read, "EMPLOYEE
PARKING". I looked cautious as we took our parking spot and Robbie quickly
jumped out of the car.

"This is going to be great," I could hear him mumble under his breath as he
picked his leather pant legs so that they wouldn't be dragging on the
floor, the way they were currently doing.

Byron was the second to get out of the car and I soon after him. Robbie
seemed to be waiting for Byron, who was clearly the most experienced with
doing a lot of things in their friendship. We walked past an quiet parking
lot that had the echo of all the nosie that came from the front. We walked
down the street and into a backdoor to the club. Byron stood on the back of
the door and gave Robbie a questioning look. Robbie nodded as if knowing
exactly what Byron meant by the look. Byron knocked hard on the door three
times and then the third time he knocked soft on it. I could hear the large
grinding of the door as it begun to open and Robbie taking a quick step
closer to me, so close that our bodies almost merged together. He was never
the one to act protective like Eric did, but he seemed to be doing so
now. I knew that he thought I was nervous, but he was the one who really
seemed nervous.

Another bouncer opened this door for us. He didn't seem as intimidating as
the front door bouncers. He let us off with a homely smile.

"You guys the ones Mr. Knight told us about?"

"Yeah," Byron answered.

"Can you wait one quick second?"

The man closed the door again and there was a long silence, in which I
exchanged glances with both Robbie and Byron. There was another long grind
at the door and when it opened we saw an even more nicer smile. The smile
came from a boy, not quite my age, but more like Byron's age.  He was a
latino boy, with tanned skin and pink lips. His hair was greased down and
he had a real twinkle in his eye as he gave us an interesting smile that
reminded me of Robbie's smile. He looked so clean... which was hard to
explain because I never could tell if people were clean or not. He just has
a clean cut presence in him that came from the warm smell of cologne that
filled our noses. It was immediate attraction as I looked at the boy,
dressed in tight jeans and no t-shirt.  His chest wasn't big like Byron's
was, but was rippled filled with abs and all the rest. His facial hair was
extremely trimmed so that he had long fancy sideburn. He gave us a long
look.

"Wow, what do we have here? Two beautiful Ganymedes," he said giving a
gesture to Robbie and I, then looking at Byron's football build added, "And
their Hercules."

Ganymede, Ganymede...I remembered that Ganymede was a young mortal that was
adored by Zeus for his extreme beauty in Greek mythology. I could see why
he would give such a name to Robbie, but I was just a plain looking boy. I
didn't have Robbie's model like looks and dame sure couldn't be called
Ganymede...or could I?

"We are here for our first day of work," Byron said quickly.

"Are you now?" The man said and smiled, "but first I must test how far you
all are willing to go for this club. How far? Why don't you two Ganymedes
tongue each other down?"  I immediately like this Latino sculpture in front
of me. Robbie seemed to look kinda confused staring at the Latino with a
blank look. I knew what the Latino meant. He wanted to see how gay or
bisexual we were to be open to what goes on inside the club. I grabbed
Robbie by the side of his face, making him give a little squirm of
surprise, but when he saw what I was doing, he stopped fighting. I brought
his head closer to mine, until his nose rubbed against mine and I could
feel his presence all around me. Our lips barely touched before I let my
touch out and began to search through his mouth. We caressed his warm
tongue finally colliding with mine and doing that thing he did that was
sort of like vibrating his tongue. He went all around me, wrapping his
tongue around mine pressing up against my lips just the way I liked it.

     I released, half because I needed air and the other half because I
knew that I was beginning to moan from getting a hard-on while being so
close to him. His dick was rubbing against mine and I knew that we were
beginning to go to far.

     "Wow!" The Latino laughed and opened the door wide enough for all of
us to walk in.

     I gave Robbie a look as though complimenting him on kissing so well,
he gave a flirtatious smile back. As we walked into the door, I brushed
past Robbie, rubbing my hand on his dick. I could see him looking at me,
probably surprised at how horny I'd become.

     He stood at the middle of the doorway and leaned into my ear so close
that only I could hear him, "You should have this attitude more when we are
alone."

     The Latino boy led us through a noisy background, saying nothing as he
led us. I followed close by until we made our way to the end of the
hallway. I could see him walking thoroughly as though he was sure of every
move he made. We walked through the door and I could immediately see the
flashing bright blue light. The club scene was beautiful. The loud music
made it almost impossible to hear what the Latino boy was saying by the
time he started talking but as we made our way to the balcony I began to
clearly make out what he was saying.

     "My name is Manuel, I am Mr. Knight's assistant," he suddenly said and
then rose out, "This is the dance floor...your not supposed to be
associating in the crowd, but I don't think I'll find you in the crowd if
you chose to anyway."

     He gave a warm smile, making him even more likeable in my opinion as a
boss. He seemed to be so well kept for a boy his age. It seemed as though
he had been fortunate throughout his life or somehow gotten a long string
of luck. He always looked happy with warm smiles and a likeable
personality. I looked at the dance floor noticing the bit of dancers
crowding around it. From the balcony I could make out faces and hear the
faint sound of music that was in the air.

Manuel pointed to the bar, "See that...stay away from there. Mr. Knight
would blow up if he found out that his employees are mixing with the
liquor. If you get caught by the feds, we can get closed down. To the right
is the second bar, it mostly serves soft drinks and water."

Manuel took us down a long winding staircase, the loud crowd began to swarm
around us as suddenly I got lost inside of it. I could see everyone going
ahead of me, slowly leaving me. There was a lot of noise and excitement
going around. I could see the rippled bodies colliding with each other on
the dance floor. There was a strong scent, the kind of scent that came from
cologne, beer and sweat mixed together into one big blend of hormones. I
could feel the vivaciousness in the club and then feel people rubbing all
around me. There was a presence in the room, something that was so familiar
and so close. I could feel the emotional barrier coming up while a physical
one was taking place. There was a hard bump against my shoulder. Then all
of a sudden I was being grabbed, scooped up in the middle of the club! My
heart raced as I tried to twist my body and see who was leading me. Whoever
it was had to be quick and strong. Yes, really strong! I felt the hand
leading me throughout the crowd as I was hypnotized by the loud music and
bright lights that was surrounding me everywhere. WHAT WAS HAPPENING! Where
had Byron and Robbie gone? Where was Manuel? I could feel by legs go out as
I tripped over someone's foot from being pulled. I plummeted to the floor
and was quickly scooped up as soon as I went near it.  The arms wrapped
around me and carried me, lifted me in my state of confusion and fear.
DIDN'T ANYONE IN THIS CLUB SEE I WAS BEING TAKEN AGAINST MY WILL?

I was thrown inside a empty booth, that was located on the side of the bar.
The booths were lined up and from the booth sliding doors I can could hear
loud noises. They were muffled a little but I could still make them out as
moans of pleasure and some moans of pain. I lifted up my head, noticing
this booth wasn't as empty as I though it was. On the walls were golden
whips and chains. I looked at the boy now who kept me here...he was dressed
in real baggy pants and a straight ironed New York Jersey. I looked up and
saw him.

Terrence.

I wondered if I was relieved to see him because I wasn't breathing as hard.
Then soon I realized that nothing had changed. The way he looked at me,
with that look of hard lust I his eyes. I saw him unbuttoning his pants
quickly, loosening his belt and taking out his long dick with his hand.  I
saw the dick come out, already fully erect.

"Terrence, what are you doing? I'm supposed to be working..."

"This 'is' your job baby boy," I saw Terrence quickly jumping in front of
me. He swung his dick near my mouth, patting it on my lip. I looked up and
saw his lips getting wet with anticipation. I was confused.

"Terrence stop."

"Stop what? Suck it..."

I looked up at Terrence. He was dead serious. His features were darker
today then in the club. He wasn't the same boy that I didn't mind flirting
from time to time with. I could smell the liquor all over his clothes and
breath. I turned my face, trying to show him I had no intention of touching
him.  "What so now you can't suck my dick?"

I was surprised at the question, "I can but I chose not to."

"Oh, you want it rough..."

He started to giggle immediately as he took me by the back of my head and
began to force my mouth towards his dick. I punched him in the stomach in
an attempt to get away and quickly I dove for the door. The older, stronger
boy grabbed my ankles and I heard a loud clank. I tried to pull away but
nothing, but a strong resistance at my foot. I looked down and saw the
ankle bracelets tied around my feet. Terrence took this opportunity to lift
me up quickly and he put me against the wall, pinning down my arms then
locking them with even more bonds. I saw the smile come up across his face
as he looked at me, with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Ummmm, you look tasty tonight."

"I'm not in the mood right now Terrence."

"How bout I put you in the mood?"

He came closer to me, liking my wrists where I had been tied. His body was
all over mine against the wall, grinding on me through clothes. I could
smell his rough liquor breath as it pushed up against my lips, forcing a
rugged kiss. As he saw I didn't return the kiss, I could hear him give a
long sigh. He turned around and took a whip off the wall.

"What the hell are you gonna do with that?!"

"Relax..."

He took a long handkerchief and tied it gagged my mouth with it. I mumbled
but even they could not show the intense anger and surprise I felt at this
time. I knew the guy was always horny but now he had gone into a whole
different level. He began gently set the whip on across my stomach, sliding
it back and forth as he looked me in my eyes. He leaned over and began to
suck my neck, licking my earlobe and all the meanwhile I could feel his
whip going around my body.  It went up my pants, through my legs and up the
rest of my thigh. I gasped for breath trying to keep my composure. I could
feel his wet tongue go through my earlobe as he began to grind his long
stick against my bottom thigh. I could feel the whip running up my leg and
as he lift up my shirt I could see him exploring my chest with his
hands. His rugged body rubbing across my lower leg, and his tongue still
trying to explore the inner reaches of my ear. He had managed to lift my
shirt and tie it around my neck. I looked down and saw my red nipples, then
saw my pubic hair sticking out from my pants. He had begun to play with
them, wrapping his fingers in them and curling them up. Before I knew it he
had managed to get my pants off and I remained only in my boxer-briefs. He
started to slowly slide his hands up the sides of my thighs. I could feel
the rough man hands massaging my upper thighs and between them, making me
hard in a matter of seconds. He had a lot of practice doing it...

All of a sudden I saw him step back.

"Relax..." he repeated.

I stopped talking and watch him step back for a moment to whip the long
wire SM cords against my chest. I began to moan, half because that was the
only successful song that I could make when gagged and half because there
was a short sensation right before the pain came in from the whip. He
whipped the side of me and I began to moan more in excitement, as the long
slashes led to my feet and then up again, wrapping around my thighs like a
snake. I was beginning to pour pre-cum! I had stopped fighting what so ever
and just given into Terrence's little fetish to have me bonded.

"UghHHHHHHHHHH!" I moaned.

"You like that baby boy, you like being tied up like a little slave?"

I said nothing but couldn't stop myself from moaning as I saw him take a
dildo off the wall. The dildo seemed to be made from glass. It sparkled as
I looked at it and it was rimmed with short little bumps. I could feel him
grabbing onto the chains that caught me off the wall. I didn't want to know
what he was about to do. He put me flat on my stomach against the wall,
twisting the chains like a little child would do with the chains from a
swing. My face was lain flat against the wall and my hard on had to deal
with the pressure of the hard walls of the Syndicate. He had gone for a
second and then all a sudden he was back, standing there like he was
before, putting my face next to his as he sucked on my neck, no not just
sucked, he bruised my neck with a hicky.  I let out a little spark of moan
as he pressed up against me, moving his body and pinning me down with his
weight. I didn't know what was going on.

I could feel his weight pressing up against my thighs as he pinned me there
so I didn't squirm. I could feel him touch my right ass cheek and all of a
sudden I saw what he was doing. He put his finger into my ass and it was
wet with a warm lube. I moaned louder this time, louder then I had moaned
in a long time. I felt him going deep with his middle finger, finger
popping my ass in and out with loud sounds that came out of my ass. SQUISH
SQUISH. The sounds were getting louder, wetter. I could hear him breathing
on the back of my neck as he explored my insides.

"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I moaned again.

"Yeah, you like that?" he asked teasing me, "You want more? Yeah, of course
you do, you fucking dumb faggot! As long as someone plays with you, you
don't complain do you? You want more don't you? Yeah, you want more. All
you are is a dumb piece of trash!"

I could feel him slide two fingers out and my erected cock pressing against
the wall with more pressure then I liked to have. I squirmed a bit,
surprised at my response to this. I could feel the excessive lube he added
sliding down my ass cheeks every time he brought his finger out. It all
felt so warm and so real as he put the two fingers out and began to bend
the tip of his fingers inside my ass, hitting a spot that seemed to have
been itching this whole time for being touches.  He went through my tight
ass, trying to stretch it out and move it separate.

"You like this shit? Yeah, but you want more. The dildo dame sure isn't
gonna be enough for you is it? Your tight little ass wants more. You
know...I told Greg, Harrison and T.J that you were just another dumb slut
in the making...just like our old friend Timothy Grains. They thought your
ass was golden! Nope, the shit is just a piece of cheap copper!  Ha, you
just another piece of ass!"

I began to growl at him, trying so hard to spit the gag out of my mouth
with my tongue but it wasn't budging. I couldn't see how he could
disrespect me so constantly. I knew that day in the club had given him all
he needed to feel like he could forever own my interest. He now had
leverage over Robbie and over me. Now everyone knew that I had sucked his
dick and he was only trying to push it further. He was only trying to prove
that my image meant nothing to him and that he was the shit.

His insults were pushing me further than I could go but even then as he
leaned back and inserted his fingers deeper, I could do nothing more but
moan. He was testing me and I knew that I was failing! I couldn't help
myself. The way they went into me, was making me crumble.

"You like this don't you. You want more? You don't want no glass dildo do
you? You want the real thing in your little virgin hole. I'll give you what
you want..."

I squirmed, trying to set myself free one last time. I wanted to tell him
that I had given my ass to Eric already and that he wouldn't be the
first. He was the first to do this though. Was it rape?  Then why did it
feel so good? Why come when he put his fingers inside of my ass and made
the tip vibrate and dig through me, why did I like it?

"Fuck! I got no condom," I heard him say when he pulled back away from me a
little, "Your `Lil horny ass! You don't even want me to wear a condom. I
know you don't! All that moaning you been doing. You wish you were a bitch
so that my sperm could get you pregnant don't you. You wanna see how its
like to have someone's sperm filling up your asshole? You don't want me to
wear a condom. I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed! Dumb bitch! I'm gonna
send you back to Robbie walking bowlegged!"

What was he doing! I raged a little beginning to all of a sudden
panic. What was he gonna do to me! I could feel him pulling up to my rear,
then I could hear the loud zipper going down. He was too big! Eric was a
lot smaller then him. Eric was perfect for my ass.  This guy had gotten so
big from fucking all those dumb ass girls and Timothy Grains whose asshole
was probably about the size of the black hole.  I could see it through my
peripheral vision. The black python was out and it was threatening me from
a distance. I had begun to squirm. This was what I was so afraid of.  He
was coming up from behind me again. I could feel it against my cheek,
moving slowly up toward me. I squirmed again, my whole body shaking knowing
that this was probably going to be too much for me to handle. The feeling
as it climbed up on me, as Terrence moved closer, without anything to hold
him back. His touch had become a hard one, a bruising one. I cried out but
my words were stuffled, then I could feel his dick finally going to reach
my hole...

     "Ey! Crap Terrence get out here!"

     The voice had sounded identical to Terrence and I knew that it must
have been his twin Greg. Greg was banging at the door, trying to get into
it. I could see Terrence quickly star to shuffle and giving me enough
leisure to turn my head and see what was going on. Terrence's face was
still the same, he was drunk but not drunk enough to pull his pants up
before he went to the hole of the door to talk to his twin brother. I saw
him pull his dick back into his pants and saw the look he gave me when he
saw me looking at it. I knew he could tell I was afraid, but I knew he
liked the idea that I may be afraid.

     "Greg I'm fucking busy!" Terrence answered through the key hole.
Terrence looked irritated, almost mad that he had been disturbed when he
was so close to entering me.

     "Terrence, get out here! Robbie is looking for us. He works here
now. I heard him complaining to Knight that he saw you dragging Damien off
with you! He' s crazy. He's trying to get back at us for before. We gotta
get out of here. Knight is gonna pop a hole in both of us if he catches
us!"

     "Stall them!"

     I saw Terrence run to me and finally took the gag off of me. He began
to unbuckle me, while trying to gather his stuff together. He tried not to
look at me with the face of sudden nervousness and insecurity.

     "Bastard," I said sort of calm after the whole thing as I could feel
him loosening the buckles just enough for me to work at them enough and get
out myself.

     "Shut up, baby boy."

     "Ha, I hope Mr. Knight shoots you. I work for him now, you know? He
protects the people who work for him. I can't wait to see his face when I
tell him what happened."

     "You better not say anything!" Terrence said and in that second I saw
him trying to run out of the room. I pulled up my pants and broke the
buckles around me, meaning to chase him and probably drag him around like
he did me before, when he caught me off-guard. I didn't have to chase him
far. As soon as I had gotten out the door I could see him standing there
and so was his brother Greg. Across from them were Mr. Knight, Manuel, two
bouncers, Robbie and Byron.  Greg stood off the side as though abandoning
his brother and making it clear that he wasn't Terrence.

     "Is this your boy?" Mr. Knight asked pointing his cane dead at the
head of him.

     "I been looking for you, you little piece of crap!" Robbie said
suddenly. I saw him lunge at Terrence but was quickly snatched by the
bigger Byron, who seemed twice as strong.

     "Relax!" I heard Terrence say quickly, as he jumped back giving them
all a smile. His tough guy image had almost seemed to be fading while a
more childlike defense was beginning to kick in.

     Robbie came to me and touched my face, "Did he touch you?"

     He was beginning to act like Eric. I looked at Terrence and his little
confused face. He was praying I wouldn't say all the stuff he said to me
and the things that he did. I looked at Mr.  Knight, who seemed irritated
with the whole situation. None of them really wanted this night to be
escaladed into something more than it had become.

     "No."

     "Yes I did!" I heard Terrence suddenly cry out, surprising everyone
even me, "I touched him all over. He was moaning. He liked it. If you guys
hadn't disturbed, I would have done even more!"

Robbie was about to lunge up again but I saw Mr. Knight step forward.
Terrence's tough guy look seemed to be coming back probably stronger then
it was before. He pointed his cane at Robbie completely now, putting it
right on his forehead as he talked. I knew that he was mad now, probably
really angry and then all of a sudden he began to talk.

"You see, young man. I been friends with Robbie for a long time,"
Mr. Knight said, "Through meeting Robbie, I got to know this boy who is
quite dear to Robbie. Now, you got this boy tense.  And that got Robbie
tense and now I am gonna be tense. Do you want me to get tense, boy?"

"I don't give a fuck how tense you get. Robbie's just mad cause his little
boyfriend wants me to fuck him!"

I could see Mr. Knight's bouncers beginning to tense up just like
Mr. Knight promised.

"Hmm. I see. Robbie, why don't you take your friends home? I just wanna
have a little 'talk' with this young man. You boys have a good night."

                                   ~

We didn't say anything to him. We just left, in silence not even turning
back to look and see what was going on. I had a rugged feeling about it,
almost like I didn't trust it. Still, Byron just took us home and left us
at our house without even saying goodnight. The awkwardness was so black
that it seemed to blend into the night and leave us all like mummies
stalking as we walked.  Robbie and I had went home to an empty house, I
wasn't even too sure where everyone had gone and truly didn't care. It was
just Robbie and I. I looked at him in a cold look as we went and sat
together in the kitchen.

"What is going to happen to him?" I asked Robbie finally.  "I dunno, but
whatever happens to him, he deserves it. I wish I could be there to watch."

There was another long silence and there was hardly a long silence between
Robbie and I. We had gotten too comfortable with each other for a long
silence. Suddenly I could feel my body going next to Robbie. We wrapped up
together, almost hugging and then I embraced him with a long tender
kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth and wrapped around me. I was horny,
still sexually stimulated from all of stuff that Terrence had done to
me. Suddenly I felt Robbie move away. Robbie! I never expected him to be
the first to break a kiss. He seemed to have the sex drive of a boy that
was his age...that looked just as good as he did! He was the sex machine
and now he was pulling away?

"I'm hungry," he complained and gave me a little teasing smile. He was
gonna make this hard for me. I knew he could see the yearning in my eyes
though. It would have been impossible not to see it.

He went to the fridge and got some ice cream out. His favorite type. Summer
hadn't begun too long ago but it was already hot. I had seen him many days
just sitting around and eating ice cream. Yet still he didn't lose his
older-looking body physique.

"You want some?" he asked.

I shook my head, wondering if it was possible that he really didn't know
how horny I was. He got a spoon and began to eat the ice cream right out of
the jar like he always did. No one else in the house ate ice cream so I
guess no one really gave mind to it. Still I could see the way he licked
the ice cream before he sent it in his mouth and then licked the spoon
almost completely clean with his red tongue.

"Damien, did he really touch you?"

"Who?"

"Terrence."

I shrugged my shoulders as I watched him getting more ice cream from the
spoon and putting it in his mouth. This time he sucked on it a little
longer, nonchalant that I had become so sexually aroused from just watching
him eat ice cream. A little had gotten on his bottom lip. It was just what
I needed to make my move.

"You got a little on your lip," I told him, "I'll get it."

I reached forward with first intentions of brushing the ice cream off with
my hand but then deciding to take of off with my mouth. I went across the
kitchen table leaning off my stool as though to kiss him. I kissed his
lower lips sucking every last trace of the buttery ice cream into my
mouth. I licked his lower lip, grabbing it in my teeth and giving it a long
stretch before I let go.

He laughed a little, "Wow. What's up with you today?"

There was something up with me today. I didn't know what but it had started
even before I went to the Syndicate. I stopped Robbie from talking and took
his spoon, dipping it in the ice cream. I fed him the ice cream and saw the
glitter of laughter in his eye as he found my sexiness to be amusing as
well as appealing. As the ice cream went in his mouth, I followed up, my
mouth wrapping around his as we shared the ice cream. I could see him
pushing the ice cream into my mouth with his tongue, pushing it so far that
his tongue had almost made me gag from being so far down my throat. The ice
cream seemed to taste better coming from Robbie.

"Remember that yesterday when Byron was here...now its my turn."

I turned on the radio that was in the kitchen. I sort of expected some
kinda slow song but instead got a fast long beat that kept going. It was
funny almost and surely sent Robbie into silly laughter. I went around the
table until I was on his side and he had his hands open, biting his lip
with arousal. I turned him around and lifted him onto the table. I laid him
back and just stared at him. He looked up at the light his stomach abs
showing as I lifted up his shirt. I began to massage his hard abdomen,
feeling all over it. I scooped up some ice cream soon enough and put it on
his stomach.

"Ahh, its cold," he laughed.

I giggled, probably too much like a horny little school girl. Then broke
out into a laugh as Robbie tried to keep his cool and balance the ice cream
so it didn't make a mess on the kitchen counter.  The ice cream began to
melt and fill up his belly button. We both laughed even harder as I put my
tongue in his belly button tickling him and making him squirm with
pleasure. He moaned as I licked all the ice cream off of him and began to
unbutton his pants. His dick was standing on end, looking at me almost like
an eye.

"Wow, calm down young boy!"

"Are you joking?" he laughed, "You get me all hard and now your teasing it?
Ha, can you 'please' take care of that?"

I picked up ice cream up in my fist and then put in on his dick. I saw him
moan loudly from having the ice cream being spread up and down his warm
dick. My mouth went around the head of Robbie's quite erected penis. His
red top was being swallowed within seconds giving off the strong scent of
his male perspiration as well as the sweet taste of slow churned ice
cream. My mouth straddled the dick, making him squirm as I always did when
sucking his dick. I had heavy lips that could do as much suction as I
thought was possible. He moaned, grabbing my back as he guided me to give
him head. He began to swagger his hips moving his dick around my mouth the
way he wanted. His pubic hair was in my face now and I could smell the
sweat, that had probably come from all the awkwardness in the club.

"O shit! UGhhh, Damien suck my cock! Yeah just like that."

"Ughh, am I good to you!"

"O hell yea!"

There was suddenly a long pause as there was loud bang of a glass dropping.
I got off Robbie's dick and looked at the door. It was happening again, but
this time worse then before. This time it wasn't in Eric's house. My
father, Dana and Eric were standing at the kitchen door, looking up at me
handling Robbie's dick like a pro. I was surprised as I looked up at them
not knowing what was going to happen next.

One night of passion had brought so many consequences...