Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 21:02:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan Hinshaw <rymax2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cold Chains 3

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	Previously on Cold Chains: My brother and I sighed breaths of
relief.  If my mom knew what we were going to do for the next couple of
years she would freak.  Almost two weeks later I started getting excited
and I called Michael.  We had a three day weekend to plan...

	The phone was ringing in my ear and I kept getting more and more
excited with each ring.

	"Hello?" a voice answered.

	"Hey Michael.  It's Danny.  As you know, we have a three day
weekend this weekend and I'm keeping my promise."

	"Great!" said Michael.  "My parents have a summer cabin by the
lake.  Just think of an excuse and get there for the weekend."

	My brother and I talked about it for a little bit, and we decided
that we would tell our mom that we were going camping together for the
weekend at the lake.  Upon arriving at the lake, my brother would drop me
off at the cabin and drive to the other side of the lake and spend the
weekend with some of his gay buds.  Finally Friday morning came.  We left
at about 5:30 a.m. and drove the 90 minutes to the lake non-stop.  I slept
and awoke at 7 to an orgasm I was having.  My brother had been jerking me
off in my sleep.

	We turned down some dirt roads and finally came in sight of the
lake.

	"Water looks cold," I said.

	"Oh it's freezing."

	We pulled up outside of the cabin and Michael was waiting with a
grin and a boner.  My bro dropped me off, said goodbye, and drove off to
his weekend.  I looked at Michael and my cock grew.  He grinned.

	"Welcome.  Let the festivities begin right away.  Follow me."

	He led me down to the water's edge.  I was sort of nervous,
wondering what he was going to do to me.  However, it was Mike the hottest
boy in school, so I dealt with my fears.  He told me to change into my
swimming trunks so I did and immediately got a huge boner.  Then he told me
to enter the water.  I really didn't want to but I had made a promise and
Mike now was my boss.  So I entered the water trying to ignore the cold.

	Unfortunately the cold made my boner drop to nothing.  When Mike
entered though, his cock stayed just as hard as ever.  There was a rock
about five feet away from the shore.  There must have been a drop off
because already neither of us could touch.  He guided me over to the rock
and pushed me against it.  Then he pulled off our swimming suits and poised
his cock at my asshole's edge.  I tensed up.  I knew from showers that
water makes your hole really tight.  Mike pushed and unbelievably entered
me.  He slid all the way in.  Pain turned to pleasure as he began to ride
me up and down and in and out.  I was loving the sensations although my
cock never got hard again.

	After a few moment I felt his giant load slip into my ass.  He
grabbed out suits and swam me back to shore, not even withdrawing.  He did
withdraw on shore.  I couldn't stand it anymore.

	"How did you keep your erection," I asked.

	"Practice.  Going to the rock is something we'll do each morning."

	He walked up next to me and turned me around.  He explained how I
was his for that weekend and I would do whatever he said when ever.  I
agreed.  Then, without warning, I felt him pushing on my shoulder and I
remembered no more...

	When I awoke I was on the couch in the cabin butt naked.  Mike was
nowhere around.  I was sporting a huge boner and couldn't help but stroke
it.  I almost came to a climax when the front door burst open and Mike
stormed in.  It turned out, he had been watching me from the window and he
was pissed.

	"DID I SAY YOU COULD STROKE, FAGGOT?  DID I?"

	"No.  I'm sorry.  It won't happen again."

	"Damn right it won't fag," he said as he slapped me.

	"With all due respect, you're a fag too," I regrettably said.

	SMACK.  "THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT!"

	Other than that time the weekend went great.  We went out to the
rock each morning and then throughout the rest of the day I was fucked,
sucked, and pushed around.  On Sunday night (we were driving back very
early Monday for school) I was watching TV when the door opened and in
walked Mike.

	"Fag, on your back.  Now!"

	I obliged and laid down.  He came over and stripped me and himself.
Dang he look so hot.  He pulled out two pills and shoved them down my
throat.  I later found out that one was Viagra and the other was a dizzy
pill.  It didn't put me to sleep but it made my head spin.  Mike climbed on
top of me and inserted his 9 inch cock in me.  Then he began riding me like
a raging bull.

	"I want to be your master forever."

	"Sure," I said (under the influence of the pill of course).
Unfortunately, he got that on tape to use it against me.

	I loved feeling his cock going in and out of me.  The Gay Rent Boy
life was the greatest life ever right then.  Then his load blew and I felt
empty when he withdrew.  Everything was starting to become blurry.  Mike
got off of me and walked away.  A few minutes later several of his friends,
including my brother, we gathered around me.  They loved staring at the hot
naked body of a 16 year old on a couch.  Then my brother climbed onto me
and began to fuck me.

	In a few minutes his load blew and he got off, only to be replaced
by another kid who I didn't even know.  Mike was taking advantage of me!
This kid withdrew and another kid began to fuck me.  I couldn't do anything
about because of the pill (and even if I could I wouldn't because I loved
it).  I just stared up at them with a smile.  The last kid cummed and got
off of me.

	The next day my brother and I were driving home.  I looked at him.

	"Thanks," I said.

	"No problem.  You realize your ass is Mike's now, right?"

	"I know."

	We drove the rest of the way in silence.  Everything went fine for
a few day when I suddenly kept feeling sick.  I didn't think about it.  A
few days later though we were studying STD's in P.E.  I got really scared.
What if I had AIDS?  I had to be sure I didn't.  I went to the doctor who
offered to test me for free confidentially (confidentiality would be
cancelled if I tested positive).  I waited a few days during which I
checked the mail first.  Finally one day the brown envelope came.  I opened
it carefully and almost collapsed.  AIDS TEST RESULT: POSITIVE.

	I started to cry.  I didn't know what to do.  My mom heard me
crying and rushed out.

	"What's wrong?"

	Without answering I handed here the envelope.  She screamed and
began to cry and hugged me.  She asked me all of these questions until
finally I cracked and told here everything (except about my brother).  She
kept crying.  Word spread until Mike and his cronies found out.  They
almost found out too late.

	One night I got really sick and was in the hospital puking my guts
out.  My whole family was there.  All my friends had sent me flowers and
cards (I had finally came out) and notes.  I was so happy that people cared
about me.  But the thing I'll remember most about that is not the cards or
flowers.  It's that Mike walked in the room with a pained look on his face.
He looked as if he'd been crying.  He walked over to my bed and looked me
straight in the eye.

	"Danny," he said, "I'm sorry."

				 THE END