Date: Mon, 06 Feb 2006 00:24:19 -0500
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guys' Stuff

Guys' Stuff
By: A. Cheshire Catt
February 5, 2006

Chad met Kyle at the party on Friday night. They were at a club in the
Market and they had a really good time together. It wasn't really like they
were at a gay club and hooked up and went back to sleep with each other.
This was the sort of club more about being in love with the music. They both
loved Electronic music, the DJ was pretty good that night, they both had
some cash so they were thinking of taking some pills or G or something and
staying up all morning. They went to some after-party on the West Side of
downtown and then with a couple of people, around noon, went out for
breakfast, but then afterwards, at about one on Saturday afternoon they said
good-bye to those people and were left with each other outside the diner on
Elgin Street. They didn't have anything to do.

Kyle was a sort of bad-ass. Shaved head, a tattoo up his left arm, a jagged
image scrawled in dark ink along a lean bicep, no piercings to make him look
punk or anything: but he was wearing a white wife-beater under a black
button-up shirt with new jeans, he looked pretty hot. At first glance you
wouldn't have thought he had gay tendencies, but you could tell he was cool
enough to be even a bit bi-. He had the pills, a lot of pills, that's why he
liked Chad.

Chad had some money. He was a sweet kid, bit of a rough past and not really
the sort of kid that stood out all his life. He blended in and learned how
to be cool, teaching himself everything he needs to know in order to hang
out with the cool people of the city's underground music scene. He was a bit
wiry, flexible. Everyone knew Chad was gay, but there was something less
sexual about him than most gays. He wasn't all about going home and sleeping
with anyone that came along. He was just out having a good time.

"What do you want to do," he asked Kyle, whom was all leaning against the
threshold of the door. Chad chewed on the Bazooka Joe gum they gave with the
receipt. It was cherry flavor but already it was losing it's sweet taste so
he reached for a cigarette.

"You got one of those I could have?"

"Sure," he reached back into the pack and handed Kyle one. Chad didn't mind
it really, it had been obvious for a while Kyle had been mooching off him.
"I kind of what to do more pills," Chad finally admitted. There's nothing
quite like being high on a Saturday afternoon, especially with a good
friend.

"What to do some blow? Maybe smoke some joints and just hang out somewhere?"

Kyle put on his sun glasses, the broad kind that cover almost the whole top
of the face. He was really hot, the sun gave him a brazen, bronze look even
though it was February and this sun was a rarity.

"Sure."

"You got some money, we could go by a friend's of mine, I know he'll have
some good shit. You live near here?"

Chad pointed as he belched up breakfast. Eggs and sausage and rye toast with
jam. "Just up there a few blocks, where's your friend's place?"

"Just over there, a few blocks that way."

Before any sort of indecision started they headed in the direction of his
friend's place. Chad wanted to comment on how nice the weather was but it
seemed a bit corny. Now that he was sobering up a bit he couldn't believe he
had this guy hanging out with him for so long. He figured if he played his
cards right he might convince him to let get a blow job. Chad's mouth
quivered with anticipation. He pulled on the end of the cigarette so gently,
imagining the cock in Kyle's jeans. He imagined it swaddled in some sort of
boxers. Kyle was so cool, he'd never been too long alone with someone of
this level of swarthiness.

They turned off Elgin and started crossing town on just an average street.

"Been partying long," Kyle asked Chad.

"Ya, a couple of years now."

"Really, I've only been in town about a year and I just found the scene."

"I thought you were in it longer, seeing as you're all set up with
connections."

"Just the sort of person I am." He shoved his hands in his pockets, a cool
wind blew up his shirt likely causing him some pimply skin. He was trying to
be all tough even though it was really kind of cold out and he was wearing a
flimsy jacket, like an athletes jacket, really light. Chad was wearing a
black wool thing with a long scarf, like an art student, something from the
beat generation.

"You do a lot of blow," Kyle asked, his voice getting real monotone since he
was coming down off a lot of pills.

"Ahh, I did it last summer a bit. Promised myself I wouldn't do it again."

"Oh well. Shit. You can't blame yourself. Take what you get. Plus I find
doing pills makes it hard to get hard, you know what I'm saying."

"Definitely."

"Now, don't be going and getting any ideas, you hear?"

"What's that supposed to mean," Chad said. He took an ominous drag from his
cigarette. It was obvious that comment had made him nervous, he blushed and
everything.

"I just like relieving myself after a long party, if you know what I mean."

"Sure, sure." Of course he did, what guy doesn't really.

Sometimes after partying, if his dad's cool with it, he'll go out on the
town and sneack into the bath house. See, it's not that he's not of age or
anything, he is 26, it's just sometimes his dad gets moody about those sorts
of places and doesn't want his family being associated with nasty, filthy
places like that.

Chad's Dad is the coolest dad, he knows Chad's gay and it's said that his
Dad's gay too. But no one ever talks about the family when you're in the
Scene, you're what you are at the bar, and that's as far as the reputation
goes. That's why people like Kyle, who seem so cool and so above everyone
else, can sometimes only come across as a beginner and someone as scrawny
and flaming as Chad can become quite popular. Kyle's about selling, which is
dangerous: Chad's about buying and socializing, which is what it's all about
anyway.

"You live alone," Kyle asked.

"No, I live with my Dad. He's super cool, don't worry about him."

"My friend's place is right up there," he pointed to an Edwardian monster of
a place, one of those old homes that are all cut up into apartments. As they
approached it Chad got a little bit nervous. He didn't know what sort of
situation he was walking into, in broad day light, so he paused to smoke a
bit more of his cigarette before walking in.

"Don't worry about these guys, you'll fit right in."

That was a shot at Chad's being gay.

"How do you know them, do they go out much?"

"I met them when I moved here, they go to the gay bars sometimes."

"I won't know them then, I'm sure." Chad doesn't really go to all that many
gay bars so he deduced these people were something lower than what he was.
Chad's a bit of an elitist, he thinks because he hangs out with straight
people and does well for himself among them he doesn't have to associate
with gay people. All this does is isolates him.

They started into the building and Kyle approached a buzzer.

After only two rings of the phone there was the sound of commotion on the
other end and then the person demanded to know who it was.

"Yo man it's Kyle. I came to get my stuff."

"Yo bitch -- what's up?" The door clicked and the two of them walked into the
building. They walked up three flights of stairs in a spiral, Kyle going
first. Chad fixed his hair in the rear, making sure his scarf was hanging
straight.

Right as they reached the top of the stairs Chad suddenly asked, "Are they,
you know, cool with gay people."

Kyle snorted.

He opened the door and all that could be heard was this really cool beat. It
was something pretty dirty alright, and a wave of pot smoke wafted out into
the hall way. Someone yelled out, a grown man's voice, "Hurry up, you thing
we're smoking the whole damn neighborhood. Fuckin' Jesus Christ Maryes."

As Chad walked in the door the place seemed like the sort of place he could
have found himself all on his own. Kyle bringing him here was just one of
those things. There were posters all over the walls from parties that had
been of some significance. These were people that knew people that Chad
knew. It was like being with a distant relative, the beat on the stereo was
the blood in their veins. The one that had yelled came out of some back room
rubbing his nose. He was hot, that's all Chad could think.

He was standing with his shoulder driven into the doorframe. The house had
been standing since the early 20th century, the door he leaned had been the
entrance and exit for many scenes in the last hundred years. Having a
soft-spot for history he thought this guy was kind of cool for continuing
the history of downtown Ottawa that way. He smiled at Chad, "Who's your
friend Kyle?"

"Cool kid, his name's -- Brad?"

"Chad actually, nice to meet you," Chad nodded from across the room, he
would have shaken his hand had they been standing any closer but they
weren't so he left it was a subtle nod.

"You boys been partying much? You look like shit?"

"Well, we just ate." Whatever that meant, Chad wasn't sure if that was for
the better or for the worse with these people, sometimes people just don't
see eye to eye with those who choose to eat as oppose to doing another drug
as quickly as possible. The whole mentality of "Hurry up and take another
pill, getting hungry" was a bit old for him. As much as he liked to party he
was starting to choose to take care of his body too.

Sounds pretty stupid considering he was here to get some blow.

The guy at the door was smoking a cigarette, it just hung out of his mouth
and needed to be ashed pretty badly. He had longer hair, it was totally in
need of a good shampooing, a brush too. But there was a certain appeal to
its grime. This guy had a tattoo too, it was on his right pec. It was a sun,
with a Chinese symbol inside. He probably got it a couple years ago when it
was so cool to get Chinese symbols. It meant Dragon. That's all. Some sort
of Dragon. This guy used to be muscular, maybe in prison or something, but
his belly was hanging out a bit and his muscles on his arms were a bit fat.

"Take off your coat, we're just about to roll up a spliff."

It was pretty warm in there too. The radiator in the room was cranking out
heat, it made tapping noises every once in a while as the metal stretched
and softened. Suddenly the second person entered the room. Chad was wearing
a pin-stripe button-up shirt with a pair of black cords, he kind of smelled
a bit like the party.

"Did you even tell the new guy your name?"

"Oh sorry dude," he said, the one with the dragon symbol on his chest. He
hadn't taken his eyes of Chad since they'd walked in. Chad figured the guy
was just making sure he hadn't brought a narc in. Chad's not a narc. He's a
customer. "Name's Riff. That's what my friends call me."

"Nice ta meetya."

This time Riff came over and they shook hands. He had a firm handshake. Chad
didn't really try to look, he wasn't looking for anything, but he did notice
something about the way Riff looked a little longer and then grinned. Chad
now thinks Riff is gay.

Chad stays standing though, he shakes hands with the other guy that just
walked into the room. The new guy, with a friendly chuckle, said hi to Kyle.
Kyle nodded, the music was stealing away his attention.

Kyle asked over the music, "What's this track?"

The younger one piped up, "Oh I just downloaded it, isn't it hot?" The
younger one was wearing nurse scrubs, they were stolen from the hospital
back when he had a bit of a breakdown. Story is, after spending a few days
in the scrubs he felt so relaxed and decided all he really needed was a new
pair of pjs, so he stole them and came home. He hasn't even had a glimmer of
a breakdown since. He was just a bit shorter than Chad, definitely a bit
more effeminate, but he was sweet, like a home-maker, and Chad could tell he
loved doting on Riff. Suddenly it all made sense, the two were a couple. The
younger one was a pretty-boy. Short, gelled hair, a cigarette hanging from
his mouth too, you could tell he'd just freshened up after partying. A clean
complexion, and smooth torso: the pretty boy was nicely ripped with tight
little muscles, no tattoos or anything. He was probably part of the
candy-raving generation and now went around like a jaded princess. "It's the
new Erick Morillo track, I love it so much, I've got three hours' worth."

Suddenly they all began having a brief conversation about when the DJ they
were talking about had come to town in the middle of the autumn. It was a
great night. Apparently they'd all been there but none of them knew each
other then, but Kyle was about to get to know Riff. Apparently the young one
is new to this place, they seem to get along well.

The young came over to Chad and smiled. "I'm sorry, I almost forgot to
introduce myself. My name's Rob."

"Hi Rob."

Chad sat back down and spied Kyle digging the tracks on the computer screen.
Chad wanted something, he didn't know how to bring it up but then at that
moment Rob said, "Weren't you going to roll us a joint Riff?"

"Oh ya, sure sure, make me roll it," he huffed like it was some big deal but
then came over and sat on the couch next to Chad. Chad suddenly realized he
hadn't showered so he thought he should stand up for the way he smelled.

"We've been out all night, just on our way back to our place."

Didn't seem to mean much to Riff.

"I hope I don't stink."

"Can't smell much so I wouldn't worry about it."

He tapped his nose, insinuating the blow had clogged his nostrils.

True enough.

The weed came out and smelled so good.

Rob took a seat in one of the chairs to the end of the couch, he was real
fidgety though so he jumped up again quickly and walked to the other end of
the rectangular coffee table where the ashtray was to ash his cigarette. He
offered one to Chad, "Want a cigarette?"

"No, no, it's alright. I have my own."

"Want some blow," Riff asked without taking his eyes off the pot in the
rolling paper as he trapped it in, and then licked it to seal it.

"Sure, actually, we came by to get some, we were headed back to my place."

Riff yelled, "Rob, get us some for our friends." Rob was standing right
there, Riff didn't need to yell.

"Yeesh, I'm right here bitch. Relax."

Rob said, "Actually, why don't you come in here." He pointed into the darker
room where the two of them had been when their guests arrived. Chad looked
at Kyle who said he'd be in in a minute and then went in after Rob into that
darker room.

It was a bedroom but there was a huge desk at one end, a couple computers
were there, likely hot, there was stuff downloading on both monitors. There
was a different beat playing in here. It was a slightly softer beat. Chad
commented on it.

"You like partying?" Rob seemed so young, he was probably just barely 20,
but he was sort of rough around the edges. He smelled like deodorant He sat
at the desk and pulled out some vials and then tapped them here and there.
Chad took advantage of this time to look around. The room had dark curtains
over the windows. There was a smell lingering, it was definitely the
lingering stench of man-sex, musky and sweaty and like the smell of an ass
on a summer day. Chad told him his history, it wasn't that long of a history
and he didn't play it up like it was something fantastic, this won the
respect of the young guy who was cutting up some lines on a cd cover, a
blank cd, he burned his own.

Rob pushed the cover over and told him, "Here ya go, it's good shit so don't
worry about the amount I gave you, you'll be fucked."

With a swift snort he picked the powder up in his nose, threw his head back
quickly, held it there for a moment. His face went red. Then he said,
"Thanks." He just sort of stood there for a minute.

Next thing you know he feels this hand at his waist line, tugging on his
belt. He looked down and saw the young guy looking up at him, his face was
right in line with Chad's dick. Chad didn't know what to make of it so he
scowled a bit like it was a bad idea.

"Don't worry about it, Riff and I play around enough. We don't care as long
as we tell each other."

Chad whispered, "Ya, but he's right over there." True, Riff was standing
only a few feet away. Chad's head started spinning. He grinned at the
curious face in his crotch. He'd never felt so dirty-minded before.

Rob stood up and looked him, as best he could, in the eye. Without looking
down he put one hand on Chad's hip and his cold thumb tickled the sensitive
skin at Chad's brown leather belt. It sent a chill all over Chad's body.
Looking into each other's eyes Chad could for a moment see right into the
lad's pupils and see himself, for some reason he found this exciting. He
started to breathe heavily as he rushed. Rob came a step closer and felt the
heat of Chad's breath on his lips and puckered a bit to feel tenderly the
affection of this fresh face.

"What's going on in here?" Kyle came in the room, he didn't say anything
else but that even though he knew what was going on. This flustered Chad and
he fled the room.

He heard his name as he left, Rob was telling Kyle he thought his friend was
cute. Chad blushed and went back to the couch where Riff was finished
rolling the spliff. "How was that?"

"What?" Chad jumped a bit. He smiled as he calmed down again, trying to
avoid being too sketchy. He lit a cigarette, after his first breath he said
it had been pretty good.

The joint was lit and Riff turned on the couch to comfortably face Chad,
this made him nervous. Kyle seemed to be taking forever in the other room,
Chad was getting higher by the minute, he didn't really know what to make of
himself or this place so he just let himself get talked to for a while.

Riff was telling him about this place where they were. Apparently someone
had died in the building a few weeks before he moved in and everyone was
acting all strange because they expected it had been a murder. Riff was a
believer that everyone just wants some big scandal to be happening, but
nothing's happening. Nothing ever happens.

"You gay or something?"

"What?"

Riff made this funny face as if he'd caught Chad lying, but he just didn't
hear Riff so well. "You a fag, you look like one? I don't have anything
against them." He said it so nonchalantly. Chad was confused.

"Are you two like seeing each other," Chad pointed at the other room
suggesting Rob.

"Who, me and Kyle?"

He shook his head, taking his haul from the joint without any suggestion of
coughing and then handing it to Chad. Kyle and I just sort of met at a party
once, no big deal. Guys' stuff: you know how it is?"

Chad didn't really though. He'd seen some straight-guy porn before, the cool
guys like Riff and Kyle getting it on because they started a long time and
things just got a bit more intense as time went on. He's friends with gay
guys who take straight guys home, the so-called straight guys. He always
associated being with those guys as being a toy, too much of an object of
the straight world's need for pleasure. He needs something to matter a
little more.

They continued to smoke the joint but then Chad remembered, "No, I meant you
and Rob, aren't you a couple."

Riff laughed and blew smoke out, starting to cough he suddenly turned away
and coughed like mad, his face turned red and he started to drool a bit.
There was something rather neat about it Chad thought. This guy was pretty
cool.

"Rob's -- you know," but he was cut off.

"Rob's a what? Rob's a what?" The two guys came back in the room and made
joined us. They were now, all four of them, sitting there in the living room
like old friends. The joint was passed to Kyle.

"Rob's a bitch."

Rob was mooching though, it was clear. If the joint had been passed to Rob
it would have been sufficed to say they were in some sort of relationship.
Riff would have been passing it on to his `better half': but he passed it to
Kyle. There are people in the Scene who meet someone who give them things: a
bump here, a joint there, a computer to download shit on for a while. They
try to thank them, you know, they do the dishes, they clean up a bit, they
act as butler when guests arrive. Really all they're there for is the drugs
and the place to crash. One had to wonder where Rob lived, maybe it was here
or the street and seeing as how it's February who wants to be a mean bastard
and throw him to the curb? Riff was cool. As long as Rob didn't expect
anything Riff would be there for him. Besides, Riff kind of liked the
attention. The kid did better than any woman he's had.

Rob was sitting there watching the joint in Kyle's fingers. He watched Kyle
too. Kyle was hot. Quiet, a bit intimidating: hot.

"Let's do another one." Riff announced.

"Another line?" Chad blurted it out.

"Ya. It's pretty dead here and I just got a shipment in, what else are you
doing today?"

"I don't know, I just kind of wanted to take some home and chill at my
place."

"What's so different about here and there?"

It was just Riff and Chad talking. Chad felt like it was obvious he was
trying to be alone with Kyle so he let off it a bit and agreed there was no
difference and they may as well hang out in this place. Rob was sent to get
more.

Rob came back in the room with the CD cover and the VISA, he cut up some
lines in a hurry, with a grin on his face. He held the rolled up bill in his
hand and offered it to Riff who then offered it to Chad. Kyle just grinned
and nodded his consent. Chad ripped the line of the cover and threw his head
back onto the cushion of the overly-soft brown sofa. The next line after
Chad's was for Kyle and then Riff got his and then Rob got the small one
everyone left. There was a sense of camaraderie now that the role was
defined. Rob was the one they could pick on it seemed.

"How old are you?" Rob asked Chad like it was kid's table question, Kyle and
Rob were like adults faraway. Chad didn't want to play this game. He said he
was 26 and the kid sort of blushed realizing the social error. Chad asked,
now that he'd defined himself a bit, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

Kyle and Chad both gasped. "Shit!"

It was obviously a lie. The kid suddenly seemed to be no more 16, you could
tell. The blow was aging him faster than he realized. You could suddenly
tell he had a smooth body, not because he was naturally smooth but because
puberty really hadn't taken hold of him yet.

Chad adjusted himself in the seat.

Riff said, "Kid's gonna get himself killed, you know, if I don't watch out
for him for a bit."

"Shit!" Chad looked at the kid and admired him for his strength, to be so
young and living with a guy who'd probably an ex-con, selling blow in a
sketchy turn-of-the-century apartment with blow up his nose and cum up his
ass. No wonder there were dark lines under his young eyes. The boy hadn't
known youth since the last time he had a good night's sleep.

Kyle was getting uncomfortable. You could tell something was making him
shift in his seat. Chad wondered if it wasn't because the kid was making him
horny.

Was it that he was making the guys horny though, or was it just tempting to
think they could take advantage of the kid because the kid himself had
almost resolved to playing that role. Almost as if Riff had been reading
Chad's mind he blurted out, "The night I met the kid I asked him how he
didn't know I wasn't goin' to rape him and leave him in the ditch and he
told me, `It weren't rape if I like it, and if I'm left in the ditch and I'm
no better off than where I started, no worse neither.'" All eyes went over
the boy. He didn't realize that story would be told like this again. He kind
of got shy.

"Want to show off for the guests Rob?"

The boy stood, he was standing on the other side of the coffee table. He let
his scrubs fall and he revealed a bony figure, pale like marble, smooth, not
shaved but bald, and a little boner sticking out. He was horny, no doubt
with three guys sitting there with their laps warmly waiting his attention.

Chad shifted in his seat, he wasn't sure about this.

Riff sat up and pulled his dirty jeans down, the smell of his crotch
lingered in the air, it snuffed out the smell of the pot even, as strong as
it was. Chad wrinkled up his nose but ogled the cock Riff pulled out. It was
massive. It was fat and uncut. I mean, it was probably only about seven
inches long but man it was fat. Riff said, "I've got the little guy
trained." He shook his cock at the boy, "Come show them what I taught you."

"Ah come on," Rob suddenly seemed not too sure about all this. He looked at
Kyle who may as well have been made of stone behind those glasses. The only
response he got was Kyle shaking his head to the beat. Kyle was mean, you
could tell he'd sit by and watch you get cut if he didn't see much of a
reason to get involved. He was going to let this kid take what he bargained
for, just . . . because.

The boy went over and started to kneel down in front of his charge, and
grabbed the cock in his hand. He closed his eyes and started sucking on it.
Riff shifted in the couch to get a better angle at it. "Oh ya, little lad.
Suck it, put it all the way in. That's it. Lick it clean for me."

Chad was shifting too. He was getting hard but he couldn't believe he was
watching this. The kid wasn't really into it, he was just living up to the
promise he'd made. He was just singing for his supper. He knew when he got
himself into this mess that he'd have to do it again eventually, even if
while he bobbed up and down he was hoping to find a fairy tale at the end,
but fairies never come at the end of this tale.

"That's it kid, lick the shaft, let me rub it on your face." Riff sort of
mocked the kid, as a man on drugs would, objectifying the whore of a kid.
Chad grimaced to watch it happen. The boy struggled and gagged on the cock
as Riff shoved it in, each time with a bit more ferocity. He grabbed the
kid's head and held it steady while he rhythmically threw his body at the
boy's face. The kid had blow and snot running down his prepubescent nose. It
wasn't that attractive, it was rather gross, but it made us happy in some
weird way.

Rob looked up at Chad then, "Want to suck his cock too?"

"No, it's alright?" Chad protested.

"Let him suck it," Kyle said, "it might make him happy."

When he released the boy Rob came over to Chad's lap with a bit of a hurry,
it made Riff laugh the way the kid was so excited about this. Made him
laugh like a crazy drunk man, he may as well have had a stick to poke the
kid with.

Chad wasn't sure at all what to do. He finally undid his belt and pulled out
his cock. It wasn't as thick as Riff's but it was long and cut, it poked up
straight. Chad's cock wasn't all that gross smelling. It tingled from having
done pills all night but the blow made it want to stand at attention. Chad
looked to see what Kyle thought but he remained emotionless behind the
glasses. Suddenly, in the high of it, Chad wanted to impress Kyle so he made
it to be a bit rough on the boy.

Kyle said, "The kid likes you, be nice."

Chad picked up the kid's face and held his chin in his fingers. The cocaine
snot was still running down his cheek a bit. Chad leaned forward and licked
it off making Riff laugh a bit at the vulgarity. Chad knew how to be dirty,
he's had a long history of it and he played on it for the entertainment of
the guys and the pleasure of the kid.

When the kid went down on Chad it started out to be nothing too incredible.
Just a blow job from a minor: but a blow job from a minor isn't all that
different than any other, just a little amateur if anything. Riff asked
Chad, "What are you wanting to do with him?"

"Fuck his face."

"Oh yah, why don't you sit him on the couch and you can pound him into the
cushion?"

He suddenly directed Rob to stop sucking on Chad's cock and Chad moved so he
could let the boy sit on the couch where he'd been. Then Chad straddled the
young boy's shoulders and grabbed his head with both hands before sliding
his cock into the young boy's mouth. Then, to the beat of the music, he
started fucking the kid's face. It was so hot it almost made him cum
immediately.

Riff laughed, "Ahh ya man, you really know how to fuck."

"Come on kid, don't stop, I'm almost done."

The kid grabbed tight onto the flesh on Chad's thighs, his pants were
falling around his ankles. The kid squirmed though and had to get some air.

"Let him breathe man, he's a good kid, I need him around." Riff joked and
patted the kid on the head.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away there."

Riff laughed, "Don't apologize, there's nothing to be sorry about."

Riff turned to Kyle and asked him if he wanted some. The kid shrugged,
didn't matter to him much, he sort of shut up a bit now, not so smart-ass
chatty.

Kyle stood up and rubbed his head. He told the kid to get up on the coffee
table. The best part about it all was that we didn't really have to move too
much, it was really lazy sex. The kid hopped onto the table and placed his
feet on either side of an ashtray and put his hands in the spaces around
some used glasses from three weeks ago. He was sprawled out, his ass up
high, Kyle pulled out a big dark cock, uncut, oozing juice, he spit on it
and rubbed it around and then walked over shoved it slowly into the kids
tight ass. The kid put his hand up to tell Kyle to slow down a bit. Kyle
did, which was nice, but he only slowed down for about a minute before he
shoved it in a bit more.

The kid started to breathe real heavy, it was a bit much for his young ass
to carry. His face turned red and you could tell he wanted to put his face
down but since the coffee table was real dirty there was nothing to do. Chad
moved a glass that had red stuff dried like paint in it, the kid put his
drooling mouth to rest on a magazine that had ashes all over it.

Kyle, with the smooth thrust of a dancer from after-hour parties of
legendary sexual status, pound the kid's ass. The kid moaned and breathed
and his gasps shot dust and ashes flying.

"Oh ya, you like that boy, you like Uncle Kyle's cock up your wee bum?" Riff
jerked on his cock a bit while he taunted the boy.

The boy was bucking back; though squirming with discomfort on the table, and
maybe even crying a bit, he was saying, "Yes, it feels so good." Kyle rubbed
the kid's back, drawing a line along the spine: affectionate for just that
moment.

Chad was aghast, he hadn't even sat down since he'd been shoving his cock in
the boy's face and he was standing there pulling on the softening cock.

Riff invited him to shove his cock in the boy's mouth while he was being
fucked. It made Chad super hot so he told the boy to lift up his face. There
were ashes and some stale juice smeared across his cheek, the kid was all
dirty, Chad aimed the kid's face with his cock and then shoved himself
inside the kid's mouth. Riff thought this was very hot. He stood up and
started yelling he was going to cum. The music was going really hard too,
the moment was so intense, all three of them were nearly about to cum.

Riff shot his load on Kyle's cock as it slid in and out of the boy, then
quickly threw more of the same load on Chad's cock as it went in and out of
the boy's mouth. The boy tasted the bitterness of Riff's cum and then tastes
the hot blast of Chad's in a fury he wasn't used to. He pulled off and Chad
splashed some cum on the kid's face. At the same time Kyle tensed up and
pinched the kid's thighs in his cigarette-stained fingers. His hot body
flexed as the kid was filled from the ass-end with the hot spunk of the
pill-dealer.

Riff laughed and was already looking for the cigarettes he'd lost when the
kid pulled off the guys, got off the table even without saying a word, just
standing there for a moment to get a grip on himself: the kid was high too
after all.

There was nothing said about the matter really.

Two minutes later Riff was like, "Where's my cigarettes Rob?"

"You probably left them in the bedroom. Let me get them."

"Bring out the stuff, I think that's why these guys came by here in the
first place."

"Ya ya, sure," the kid yammered as he went into the bedroom to get the
stuff.

Chad was floored. That was pretty cool, "Nice to meet you Riff, and your
friend."

"Nice to have you over. If you need some blow, or something blown, just come
by -- the kid's going to be around a while I just don't like to tell him,
don't want it going to his head."

Kyle went off to the washroom to fix himself up, adjusting the glasses on
his nose, making sure he was still as hot as ever. He was.

Chad paid for the shit and they headed out into the February Saturday
afternoon, this time headed back to Chad's place.

Kyle was like, "What are we going to do at your place?"

"I'm sure there's something."