New Orleans Syndicate: Chapter 1
© 2011 by Lootah Akecheta

Warning! This story may contain physical violence, strong language, and bloodshed. Read at your own risk

Disclaimer: This is an erotic tale between underage teens and adult men. It includes incest, seduction, and some forced sexual play. If you are offended by this type of material then please do not read further. If you are under the age of eighteen (18), then read with parental permissions only. It is strictly intended for mature audiences who enjoy reading material of this content. This is a purely fictional story and any resemblance to any persons is strictly coincidental. It is not my intention in the writing of this material to shed an unsavory light on any person by the use of any names in this material. This material is copyrighted by me and may not be used in part or in whole for group entertainment or education, including class rooms, without first obtaining written permission from me. I would appreciate any constructive criticism, complements, or suggestions my readers may have to share with me, however I will flatly ignore flaming out at my material. You may write to me via: akecheta@live.com.

 

Chapter One

Introduction

The meeting didn’t take long. The waiting did. I tried relaxing in the back of my Roles Limo while rain pelted down in torrents between the buildings forming this narrow alleyway not five blocks from the French Quarter. My contact was late, no doubt because of the weather. It was the end of hurricane season and Bianca wafted off the coast trying to make up her mind where she would make landfall. As a result monsoons plagued the Southern Coastal States for the last two weeks causing extensive flooding. Finally I saw a man wearing a trench coat walking through a circle of light at the end of the alley briefly illuminating his face before plunging back into darkness as he moved beyond the street lamp’s glow. As he approached the side of my car I rolled down the window allowing rain to soak my face. “Go around and get in.” I said. He nodded and obeyed.

The passenger back door opened allowing Mr. Christianson Private Eye to fold his considerable height onto the seat beside me. My driver left the car when we arrived and stood in the miserable combined shelter of a small overhang and his umbrella until the meeting concluded. I wanted no witnesses to our conversation. I pressed a button on a center console designed to create electronic feedback that would jamb any listening device which may have escaped the “bug extermination” of all of my equipment. It’s not that I didn’t trust my employees, but in my position, one cannot be too cautious. Christianson handed me a thick and heavy manila envelope without saying a word. “Is this it?” I asked.

“Yes, 48 glossies and a typed report of my findings. You now hold the only copies.” He handed me two small black film canisters. “Here are the negatives. You are not going to like it. I cannot think of any morally conscious man who would.” I didn’t comment as I pocketed the film and opened the package removing its contents. My face drew a hard line when the image of the first eight by ten glossy met my eyes. It was of a man in his mid forties sucking the dick of a very young teenager. It would surprise me if the child was over the age of fourteen or fifteen years old. As I flipped through the photos studying each one in turn I noticed around eight photos were allotted to each subject and then the next eight were of a different boy with the same men. Eight photos for each teenager capturing different sexual situations with the two adult men. As I made my way through the stack Mr. Christianson became increasingly nervous. “Mr. Renfrow, the last eight you are really not going to like. Please, I know who you are and your reputation. I do not want to die.”

“Mr. Christianson, I hired you because of your reputation. No matter what these photos contain, I expect your discretion. So long as you honor your code of silence, then you have nothing to worry about.” I came across the photos that made him anxious and realized immediately why he was frightened. These last eight photos were most definitely of a nature that curdled my blood. The subject matter did not bother me. I’m the King Pin of more human debauchery than one can wrap his mind around. It was the people in the photo that made me see red. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a thick white envelope handing it to the man sitting next to me. “This information goes no further than this car, do you understand Mr. Christianson?” I waited for an answer.

“I understand perfectly Mr. Renfrow.”

“Is there any other information you have for me?”

“Only that it took a while to track down his other victims. They are very loyal to him and few were willing to talk, but I managed to get some to tell me things. He’s been doing this a long time: at least fifteen years or more.”

“Where did he work before he came here?”

“Carrollton High in Missouri: He worked there for five years before he quit under questionable circumstances and moved to New Orleans. Rumor has it that he had to leave or be fired but no one could prove a thing. None of his alleged victims would admit to anything about him and so they dropped the case.

“And Mr. Madison?” I asked.

“It would appear that Mr. Madison has not done anything like this until he came here. This is his first job since he graduated from LSU. I tend to believe that Mr. Thompson mentored the man in his corruption. Either that or Mr. Madison never got caught before now.”

I slid the photos back into the manila envelope and placed them in my briefcase. “You did well Mr. Christianson. I’ll call you if I need your services further. There is more than we agreed on in the envelope. It is both to remind you to keep quiet about this and as a retainer incase I need you to continue this investigation. Never disclose any of this to persons living or dead. I do not want or need the authorities involved and I certainly do not need the media frenzy that this would cause. Do I make myself clear?”

The private detective nodded to me before opening his door and stepping back out into the pouring rain closing the door behind him. My driver simultaneously slipped behind the wheel. “Where too Boss?”

“Home.” I said and closed my eyes thinking about what I’d learned trying to press down the bile that threatened to come up. The car sliced through the standing water in the alley and turned left onto Canal Street. Soon we’d be in the Garden District and home. 

*          *          *

I stood in my home office looking out the window into the sun filled garden that made up my back yard. Dinnings, the gardener, busied himself with a flowerbed that he prepared to plant pansies in to bring a bit of color to the late autumn garden. Bianca made landfall a few days ago and now the weather was stunning. A car drove up and park in front of the house. I’d gotten all the information I needed to confront Mr. Steve Thompson, my son’s high school football coach and this was him. I waited at the window not looking at the door or bothering to turn around. I’d called him and requested this meeting for right after football practice was over. I didn’t let on about anything that may frighten him away. I wanted this confrontation and it concerned me that he might make a run for it if he even had any inkling of what my interest was really about. I told him I wanted to discuss Eric’s practices and his grades but my schedule would not allow me to come to his office. There is something to be said about being the most powerful man in a city the size of New Orleans. When you make a “request” of someone like Coach Thompson, they can’t brown nose you enough. After all, I’d donated a sizable sum of money to my son’s high school and to the football team in particular. I wanted my son’s team to have the best gear and equipment. A few moments later my butler opened the office door to announce Coach Thompson’s arrival. “Please show him in Manning.” I said without so much as a flinch as I gazed out at my backyard garden. I heard footsteps approach on the marble tiles outside my office and then nearly an in-audible whoosh as feet pressed onto the plush carpeting. Then a click as Manning closed and locked the office door.

“Hello Mr. Renfrow.” Thompson’s base voice boomed in the confines of my inner sanctum.

I didn’t say a word for a moment but continued standing looking out the window. After a moment I heard Thompson clear his throat preparing to say something but I cut him off. “Coach Thompson, I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Cleatus, the man to your left. He’s my personal body guard.” I indicated the large black man standing to the south side of the office with a wave of my hand. Max Cleatus is a very large man in his thirties with muscles to spare and he knows how to handle himself being a retired Special Forces operative. “And Mr. Bobano, to your right is a private contractor of mine. He’s is very talented in what he does Mr. Thompson.” Mark Bobano was a slender man of about six feet in his mid twenties. His muscles, sinewy but powerful, displayed nicely in the tight white t-shirt he wore. I didn’t turn around when I heard the coach nervously clear his throat again, but remained looking out the window. “Please have a seat Mr. Thompson.” When I heard him sit I turned around and studied my son’s coach for the first time. I’d seen him at games in the sidelines shouting orders to his team and I’ve met him once or twice after these games, but I’ve never really sized him up until now. A handsome man in his mid forties, my age in fact, and he had a large build lending him a somewhat imposing air. Some might call him a muscle stud if you’re into such things. Apparently Mr. Thompson enjoyed working out to maintain a powerful physique: again not much unlike me. In fact we had nearly identical builds. His dark auburn hair was cropped military short and he boasted a Semper Fi Tattoo on the bulge of his left bicep half covered by his shirt sleeve. The man was retired USMC. I stood over him in my black pinstriped business suit and studied him quietly from across the desk for nearly three or four minutes before I spoke again. “How is my son doing in practice Mr. Thompson?”

The coach considered me for a moment before answering. His voice shook a bit. Apparently I made him nervous, good. From the sour look on his face it was something he was not accustomed to. I smiled trying and ease some of the tension I’d built. Except for the men standing behind him I think he may have tried bolting. “He… He’s doing very well Mr. Renfrow. You should be proud of him. He’s… He’s our star player you know?” He chuckled trying to cover his nerves. “He’s the quarter back and captain of his team.” He stammered.

I smiled. “Yes, yes, I know all of that and I am very proud of Eric coach, but how is he doing. Is he keeping his grades up? Is he getting along with the other team members, that sort of thing? I’ve not had the opportunity to see his report cards lately and my job keeps me from spending the time I’d like to with my son.” I lied.

“I can understand you are a very busy man Mr. Renfrow. Your son’s grades are stellar. As for getting along with the other students and team members, he’s never had a problem there. He’s a very popular guy.”

“I see, I see…” I said giving a half smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “That is always a good thing, to get along with others.” I looked at him and my smile faded. “How are you and my son getting along Mr. Thompson?” I asked with a deadpan look that could have a number of menacing implications.

“We… get along fine. Why?”

“Get along as in friends, best palls, suck a cock; fuck a butt, that sort of thing?” I asked.

The color briefly drained from his face before he recovered. It was only a second where he’d lost his composure but long enough for me to detect it. Then he became indignant. “I… I don’t know what you mean and I really don’t like the inference you are making Mr. Renfrow. I’d never do anything like that to anyone. I’m no queer.” He started to get up but Max pressed him back down into his seat, hard making it perfectly clear he wasn’t going anyplace until I decided it. I picked up a manila envelope sitting on my desk. This one was white and not nearly as thick or heavy as the one Mr. Christianson gave me a few days earlier. It only had five photos in it. “What’s this?” Coach Thompson stammered looking at the white envelope as I tossed it to him.

“Open it.” I said. He gingerly complied and much to my amusement the photos were upside down prolonging the moment. Thompson didn’t say a word as he flipped them over and looked at the first incriminating photo. It showed a man, younger than Coach Thompson, holding a boy by his arms from behind. Thompson was sucking the kid’s dick and from the look on the boy’s face he was being fucked by the man holding him. “Go on and look at the next one coach. I think you’ll like it.” I said.

He looked up at me, his face red either from embarrassment, anger, or both. “I don’t need to look at them.” He said. “What do I have to do to make this go away?”

I glared at him while enunciating my words very clearly. “I said look at the next one. In fact look at them very closely and study each photo Mr. Thompson. This is not a request. You will look at them, NOW!” I growled.  He flinched and slowly moved the first photo from the stack and looked at the next. This one was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen sucking coach’s cock by the school’s equipment shed surrounded by woods. The image of an alligator, the school’s mascot was painted on the side of the building and clearly visible in the photo. He started to flip through the photos quickly and I stopped him. “Study each photo closely Steve.” I said as I picked up a tumbler and dropped a couple of ice cubes into it before pouring a bit of brandy. “Go back to the ones you skipped through and look at them.” I turned back as he complied. Max stood very close to Thompson’s chair with his hand on the butt of his Glock. Each photo was one I personally chose out of the 48 pictures my private investigator gave me and each depicted a similar scene with one or more young teen boys in them. Some were of Mr. Thompson alone with the boys while others were of him and Coach Madison with them. In each photo a different boy’s face was clearly visible – five boys in all. When coach arrived at the last photo he stopped and swallowed hard.

He reluctantly looked up at me and swallowed again, sweat popping out on his forehead even though the air conditioner was set on about 68 degrees. “What do I need to do Mr. Renfrow to make this all disappear? None of this involves your son, so why are you even interested in it?” He breathed.

“Does not involve my son,” I mused. I opened my desk drawer and looked down in it at three remaining photos paper clipped together. “The boy’s in those photos are close friends of my son Mr. Thompson, but you already know that since they are all members of your football team. That alone makes it my concern and it also involves my son at least to some degree. However that is not all I have to show you.” I said as I picked up the three photos from my desk drawer looking at them and trying my best to keep tears from leaking out of my eyes. “Do you know who I am Coach Thompson? I mean, do you know who I really am?” I tossed the remaining photos at him which he caught in mid flight, taking a look before dropping them to the floor. “I’m a dead man.” He whispered. My son’s face was visible on the floor at Thompson’s feet from the three discarded photos. The most incriminating photo fell on top. It was a picture taken from the front and showed my son bent over at the waist with a look of pain mixed with intense pleasure etched on his face. Coach Thompson stood behind Eric with sunlight glistening off beads of sweat caught in the coach’s red chest hairs and off his forehead. Clearly my son was getting butt fucked by his coach.

“No you’re not, not just yet anyway. That all depends on how you answer a few more questions and it also depends a lot on my son. But at any rate I ask again, do you know who I really am Mr. Thompson?”

“You are Alex Renfrow, successful businessman, entrepreneur, and…” His voice faltered.

“And?” I coaxed him.

“And the local MOB Boss.” He said quietly.

“Hmmm, yes, that’s close enough. Since you do know who I am and what I’m capable of, I cannot help but wonder why in the world you would risk something like this with my son. Please enlighten me. But understand Mr. Thompson that I can tell when a person is lying to me about most anything. It’s a sixth sense I have and it is why I’m where I am today, so if you lie to me, I can assure you that you will not see the sun rise in the morning.”

Steve Thompson chuckled nervously to keep from losing all of his composure. He was on the verge of crying. I could tell I’d broken him. Of course confronted with this sort of evidence by one of the most dangerous men in the country, there wasn’t much he could do but cry. “I don’t know.” He said softly. “I wasn’t really thinking about that. You’re son is…” He closed his mouth and stared blankly at the dropped photos. I didn’t say a word but continued drilling holes into his head with my eyes. “Eric is a very handsome and sexy young man…” His voice cracked.

“Hmmm, I see. So, it is your addiction to sex with teens that drove you. Tell me, do you seduce your victims or force them into compliance?”

“They are not victims!” He cried out. “They enjoy what we do.”

“Just answer the question.” I said quietly, dangerously.

“That depended on the individual young man. Some I can tell are more than willing while others needed a bit of persuasion.” He said in barely more than a whisper looking at the photos on the floor. All three of them landed face up.

“Mr. Thompson, you are a sexual predator and your history proves this out. My investigations tell me you’ve been doing this for at least fifteen years. As such they are victims regardless if they comply willingly or not. You seek them out and seduce them in order to get what you want.” I paused.  “I’m going to tell you something coach and you will understand that it will go no further than this office. There is not a man in this room who has not experienced man to man sex. Isn’t that right Max?” I asked my bodyguard.

“Sure boss.” He didn’t elaborate.

“Tell us Max do you identify as gay, straight, or bi?”

“I like to think of myself as straight boss.” He chuckled. “My wife does too.”

“When were you introduced to man sex?”

“I was about your son’s age sir. My friends started it, seduced me into some games and it built from there.”

“And now?” I asked.

“I still like a nice tight man pussy once in a while sir.”

“I see. And you Mr. Bobano?”

“Oh sure thing boss.” Bobano’s reedy voice cut through the silence with an edge of eagerness. “I really like me some man cunt once in a while. Like it real good.”

“And when did it start for you?” I asked.

“Oh I was nine years old when my older brother started playing around with me. He’s five years older than me. By the time I was twelve he’d been raping my butt for nearly a year.”

“Do either of you still like it anal, that is taking it anal?” I asked. They both confirmed they did.

“You see coach; I know and understand that once a man has sex long enough with other men for them to began liking it, they are marked for life – in here.” I said pointing to my own head. “My best friend Carl and I started fooling around when we were teenagers and I enjoyed it, a lot. Still do. Sex between men is so intense that there is no way to reproduce those feelings with a woman. From that point on, a young man who has experienced this sort of pleasure is doomed to continue having sex with men or live a life full of cravings that cannot be quenched. This is not something I wanted for my son unless he discovered it on his own and not by someone like you who is supposed to be looking out for his best interest, instead of raping him.” Thompson winced at the phrase and I paused before continuing to let my words soak in. “I have one last question for you: Did you seduce Eric, or force it on him?”

He looked up pleading for mercy with his eyes but answered. “Most of it was seduction sir.”

“Explain.” I demanded and Coach Thompson’s shoulders slouched down lending him a defeated look as he told me how he seduced my son and the other young men in his “Inner Circle”. When he’d finished I studied him hard not giving anything of what I was thinking away. After he’d squirmed in his chair several times I concluded the interview. “Coach Thompson, for the most part you didn’t really harm any of these boys and I really don’t want to kill you. However I’m not happy about this. So far there are very few people who know anything about it and they know to keep their mouths shut, but this bit of gossip is far too juicy and I cannot be certain things will not get out. You’ve placed me in a very awkward position here. The last thing I want to do is bring harm to my boy and I don’t think a police investigation and the media frenzy to follow would be good for him, so you’re lucky there – no cops. I love Eric more than life and I really don’t want to drive a wedge between him and me. However a man in my position has limited options in a situation of this nature.” I pressed a black button on my desk and spoke softly. “Mr. Manning, would you please send Clark in here.” I looked at both gentlemen standing behind Coach Thompson and nodded. “You see Steve, I have many enemies. To let you go unpunished is not an option. Unfortunately because my son thinks the world of you, killing you is not an option either and this makes my life very difficult. On the one hand I look weak in front of my enemies; on the other I alienate my son.”

About that time Clark opened the door and stepped in. Coach looked over his shoulder at the man. “Shit!” He breathed. Clark was the spitting image of Thompson, well almost. No one would be able to tell him apart from the coach at a distance.

“Clark is going to drive your car out of here and deposit it someplace safe. Max and Bobano will escort you to a holding facility until further notice.” Seeing the pained expression on the coach’s face I felt a bit of sympathy for him. “Relax Thompson, you are not dead yet and if I can manage it, you will not die. It really does depend on my son. You will know before morning what your fate will be.” I nodded to the men and they dragged a lethargic Thompson from my office. 

*          *          *

I sat behind my desk as night fell. Thoughts of what Coach Thompson told me were giving me a headache and much to my chagrin a boner. I sent the entire staff home except for Max and Manning. Max returned about an hour ago. I’d instructed both men they were to escort my son to my office as soon as he came home and then they were both to leave. I didn’t care where they went so long as they were not on our property. I even arranged for my wife and two daughters to be in Paris this week to prevent them from seeing or hearing anything I’d regret. A little after dark I heard Eric’s motorcycle zoom into the garage on the side of our drive. “Hay, hay, hay, what gives?” He winced as Max deposited him roughly into my office before slipping out, locking the door behind him.

“Hi son.” I said.

“Hi. What’s with all the rough handling? I didn’t do anything.”

I smiled at my boy but it was a forced smile. “Where have you been all afternoon?”

“At Bryans: we went over there after school and hung out.” He said. He wasn’t lying.

“Well, I’m afraid something came up son that’s been brought to my attention and has to be handled rather decisively. Near the beginning of this school year you were acting very strange and especially when your coach’s name was mentioned. Do you remember this?

“No.” He said a little bit too defensively.

“I do. At any rate it concerned me enough to hire a private detective to find out more about your coach and why you may have been acting that way. I got the results of that investigation a few days ago.” Eric looked uncomfortable but said nothing. “Son, I’m not angry with you and you’re not in trouble, but this has to be addressed immediately before things spin out of control. At any rate I want you to know that I love you and I always will.” I pulled another white envelope like the one that held the photos I showed Steve earlier only this one held the eight photos of my son with his coaches Thompson and Madison. “Would you please explain these?” I asked. Yea, looking back I probably could have handled it better, but I was hurt and pissed and I wasn’t thinking clearly. The door was locked and I knew my son couldn’t leave the office until I let him out, so whatever would happen, would happen.

He pulled the photos out looking at them and his face went white as paste. “Dad… Oh God, dad… I… don’t really know…”

“I’ve already removed you from the team son.” I held up my hands to hold off my son’s barrage before it began. He is more like me than I like to admit sometimes. “It’s not a permanent decision, yet, but that entirely depends upon you. I also have Thompson and Madison in custody, both of them. You know what I am, and you know what I’m capable of. The lives of your coaches sit in the balance depending on you and what you tell me tonight.”

“Dad, please NO! Don’t do this. It’s not their fault.”

“Son, how much do you know about your coach? I have learned enough about him to know it is his fault regardless of what you believe. But please, tell me about it. Explain to me why you would let someone seduce you into this?”

Eric looked defeated and sat down in the plush chair across from my desk. “What do you want know?”

“I want you to tell me everything son. How it started, who was involved, all of it. Coach Thompson told me he mostly seduced you into it. I want to hear your side.”

Eric closed his eyes for a long time and began talking without opening them. “It all started a few months ago during summer break when Bryan made a comment about how hot Coach Thompson and Coach Madison are. He said, “Don’t you think so?” He asked. I said yea, not really thinking about it. Dad I’m sorry, please don’t do this. I… Bryan and I had already started messing around with each other before coach got involved, so it really isn’t coach’s fault.”

“Well, you have to convince me of that son. I know for a fact that Coach Thompson has been seducing young teen men for over fifteen years, so he is at fault regardless of what you and Bryan did with each other.” I sighed. “Son, please, I need to know and I need to know everything in detail. I love you very much and I will protect you but in order to do so I have to understand every facet of what went on. I’m not talking about the law here but the more sinister elements of our society. Our enemies would devour us if word of this gets out. Do you want the whole family killed?” I asked. Yea, I know it was harsh, but it was reality.

“Of course not! God NO!” He said.

“Then tell me all of it. As far as what happened in and of itself son, that does not bother me. You are not the first man to experiment with gay sex. I’ve had my rounds with it too.” There I said it. It was out and in the open.

He looked confused. “You…?”

“Yea, me. I know what it’s like Eric. I’ve had sex with my high school buddies and with other members of the corps before I left the Marines. It started with Carl, my best friend and believe me I know the type of intense sex men can have with each other and I have no problems with it. But I want you to tell me your story, all of it in full detail. Leave nothing out. It’s very important son. If you’d been hurt by any of this it would be a different matter entirely, but as it is I may be able to prevent a train wreck and devise a way to keep your football coaches alive and well.” I let my words filter through my son’s understanding of the situation.

“If you’re not angry about it, why are you making such a big deal about it?”

“Son I’ve already told you, in my business reputation is everything. I hold power in the political arena because society as a whole sees me as an upstanding citizen of the community. I hold the underworld of New Orleans together because my rivals see me as ruthless and they fear me. If I look weak to them, they’d be all over us like vultures and our entire family would be lucky to survive it. I don’t have a choice but to take is seriously son.”

He nodded in understanding. “Where do you want me to start? I can tell you everything Bryan and I did before I was inducted into the circle, or only how that came to be.”

“Start from the beginning son.” Eric slouched back into his chair and covered his eyes with his hands before beginning his story. I sat back and listened. Before he came home I’d changed into little more than a silk smoking robe and boxers and was much more comfortable and less imposing then I would be in my suit. I watched my son’s face as he began his tale.

*          *          *

 Eric’s Story

Part One

About half way through summer break Bryan and I were lounging about in his room. We were board out of our skulls and started to get agitated with each other. Over the previous few weeks Bryan kept hinting about wanting to do things. At first I thought he meant drugs and shit, but it soon became clear that he was just a horny kid. I really didn’t want to do any of it at first. Over time he started wearing me down but it was still getting on my nerves and I started snapping at him about stupid shit. Just about anything would set me off. His jokes, insinuations, and his flirting were getting to me and it took me a while to realize the reason it pissed me off so bad was because it turned me on. This frightened me. Anyway, here we were lying across his bed arguing when his dad stepped into the room and ordered us to take it outside if we couldn’t shut up. We got up and went into their back yard.

We ambled around until we made our way to the Venus Grotto. It’s where Mr. Collins built a little enclosed fountain garden with a statue of Venus as the center of attraction. Venus on the half shell they call it since she’s standing in the bottom half of a clam shell. Anyway, the garden is completely private since it’s surrounded by a thick stand of shrubs. I’ve always like being back there because the statue is of a beautiful naked woman carved out of pure white marble. “Kind of hot isn’t she?” Bryan asked.

I looked at him and smiled. “Yea, she is. I used to perve over her even when we were little.”

“No shit!” Exclaimed Bryan. “I remember her being the center of my early jack off fantasies.”

“You too?”

“Yea.” He stood there looking at the smooth white stone flesh of the woman standing over the fountain water. “Come on man, just once, please.”

He was asking me to jack off with him again. “No.” I said.

“Why not, no one has to know about it. Besides, you cannot get any more private than this grotto.  I used to sit out here and jack off all the time and never once got caught. Come on Eric. You’re bigger than all of us on the team man. For once I’d just like to see that puppy hard and spurting man.”

I blushed but smiled at the offhanded complement. “You really think it’s larger than the rest of you. There are some pretty large dicks swinging around the locker room dude.”

“Well duh, of course it’s larger bro. None of ours hang as long as yours does or as thick. Come on, please.”

“OK, what about the gardener? He’s bound to come out here occasionally. And your dad’s home, what if he came out here?” I said.

“It’s Monday Eric, the gardener takes Mondays off. As for mom and my younger brother, well they left this morning for grandmas.”

“Your dad?” I insisted.

“What about him?”

“He could come out here and catch us.”

“So what if he does?” Bryan said with a silly grin on his face.

“What do you mean, so what if he does? Have you lost it?” I said.

“Eric, who do you think taught me to jack off? I sure as hell didn’t learn it from you.” I was dumbfounded. There are not many times I get tongue tied, but I didn’t have anything to say to that. “Honestly dude, if dad did ‘catch’ us as you say it, he’d consider it a god sent blessing.”

“You’re crazy. Why would he like it?”

“Oh come on Eric. You cannot tell me your dad has never copped glances at you. I’d be willing to bet he’d jump at the idea of jacking off with you. Dad and I beat off about twice a week man. Trust me, dad won’t care at all. In fact…” Bryan shut up as though he all of a sudden realized he’d said too much.

“What?” I insisted.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t start to say something this interesting and then shut up man. That ain’t cool.” He stammered a moment in indecision. “Come on Bryan, spit it out.”

“Dad’s said on several occasions that he’d like to see you and I jack each other off.”

“Fuck!”

“Yea, that’s what I thought too at first, but…”

“No way dude. I’m not jacking you off.”

“I’m not asking you too.” Bryan looked a little disappointed but quickly recovered by grinning. “Come on man. All I’m asking is to jack off with me – nothing else dude.”

I thought about it for a little while and then decided what could it hurt. I was curious about him too. “Alright, but if you breathe a word of this to anyone, anyone at all, I’ll kick your ass.” I said giving into him.

He laughed. “Kick my ass, yea that’ll be the day.” Before I could make a retort or chicken out of it he dropped his shorts and grabbed his already hard cock and began stroking it. “Come on Eric. It’ll be fun.” I reluctantly dropped my shorts and then my jock letting my quickly expanding bone escape. Seeing Bryan stroking his prick turned me on more than I thought it would and my dick got hard faster than I can even remember. “Holy fuck dude!” Bryan guffawed. “Damn, that has to be the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” I blushed but said nothing. It was feeling good jacking in front of him, but I didn’t want to talk about it. I guess I was afraid he’d realize how much I was really enjoying it. “Shit man, I’m getting close.”

“Yea, me too.” I said. He squared off in front of me and continued stroking like a mad dog. The next thing I knew Bryan busted his nuts spraying me with his spunk. At first I was surprised and then I got mad, but it was too late to stop because I grunted, my knees got weak, and then I shot at least five long spurts all over Bryan. One even landed on his face and got in his mouth. For some reason I thought that was hysterical. I really thought Bryan would be pissed that I shot off in his mouth, but he shocked the hell out of me by swallowing it before wiping off more of my sperm and sucked it off his fingers.

“Damn, that was good.” He said. I just looked at him not believing he ate my spunk.

“Uh, yea. Look man, I gotta go.” I said pulling up my shorts and grabbing my shirt to wipe his load off my chest and stomach.

Bryan stepped over to me taking my shirt from my hand. “No. You’re not leaving Eric. I know you’re weirding out right now, but don’t leave – please.” He was so close I thought he was going to kiss me – not more than an inch separated his lips from mine. He took my shirt and wiped his cum off my chest and then used both his and my shirts to wipe my cum off him. “Besides, would you rather go home in a shirt full of cum or wash them first? Come on Eric, we can go to the house and wash up. Then if you still want to go, I won’t argue. I promise.”

“OK, I’ll agree to that.” I said after thinking about it for a moment. I really didn’t want to ride my bike back here with my shirt full of spunk. After the shirts came out of the dryer I’d calmed down and spent the rest of the afternoon at Bryans. I’m glad he talked me into staying. Anyway, this happened off and on for a couple of weeks and after that we were jacking off every day, sometimes several times a day with each other. About three weeks after that first day he talked me into buddy jacking, you know, he jacked me off and I jacked him off. It was incredible. I liked the feel of his hand on my cock and I really didn’t mind the idea of his dick in my hand. In fact I kind of liked touching it. Bryan surprised me though because when he felt I was getting close he bent over and swallowed my entire cock. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve had a few girls suck me off before, but none of them took me down like that. I could feel his throat open up for me and he didn’t even gag.

We were in his room and I couldn’t hold back my moans. “Shush bro, you’re going to make someone catch us.” Bryan said when he came up for air before plunging back down on my cock. The next thing I knew I blew. I couldn’t hold back. It felt so fucking good as I felt my dick swell and then fire off as the orgasm took over. I watched in amazement as Bryan swallowed my load as fast as I shot it out. Only a little bit seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

“Oh fuck man! You swallowed it!” I was dazed.

A couple more weeks passed and summer football practice had started by then. It pissed me off that Bryan was in Coach’s inner circle and I wasn’t, but I focused on practice and then came home after coach called ‘his boys’ into his office. Bryan would look at me like he wished I could join them, but he never said anything. One day, maybe the third or fourth after summer practice started Bryan called me and asked me to come by his house after he got home. I was still pissed but I decided to go. By now I’d sucked Bryan off once, that was the day before summer practice started and I’d not had a chance to do it again although I wanted to.

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“Son, how long has Bryan been in Thompson’s inner circle?” I interrupted my son’s narrative.

“I don’t know exactly, but since last year. He started hanging out with the other members of coach’s special pick sometime around October last year. Why” Eric asked.

“Just curious, that’s all. So, what else happened?” I bid him to continue his story. 

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I went over to Bryan’s house and he met me out at the drive and told me to turn off my bike. I shut off the engine and looked at him. “What is it dude, why did you meet me out here?”

“Hide your bike in there and follow me.” He said indicating the bushes next to his drive where the bike would be hidden from both the road and his driveway. He didn’t wait long for me to hide the bike and immediately started walking up the drive and then cut off through the edge of the side garden. We circled around the house and since it was dusk I guess no one noticed us. We weren’t interrupted at any rate. Soon we emerged into the back garden and made our way to the Venus Grotto.

“What is it man?” I asked, but he shushed me and before I could say anything else he kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek or lips but a real French kiss. I was taken aback by it, but I didn’t object. When he pulled back to look into my eyes I closed the distance and kissed him back, passionately, very passionately. We kissed for, I don’t know, maybe five minutes or so when he broke the kiss again. My dick was so hard it hurt and I nearly cried out when I felt his hand rub my crotch.

“I need you Eric.” He said. “I need you like I’ve never needed anybody before.” He kissed me again and this time it only lasted about one or two minutes before he pulled back and looked down as he unbuckled my belt. “I want you bro, now. Please don’t turn me down or get pissed, but I can’t help it. I need to feel you inside me.” He fumbled with my pants and then I felt him pushing my pants and shorts down in one move. My cock sprang out hitting him squarely in the face making him laugh. He was almost giddy. “God, I’ve missed you man.” He said before swallowing my cock. A long moan of pure pleasure escaped my lips. After the many times he’s sucked my cock over the last few weeks, I couldn’t imagine why he thought I’d be pissed at him for wanting to suck me. God I was in heaven. After all, it seemed like forever since I had any action other than my own hand.

“Oh God, Bryan. Damn I’ve missed this.” He grunted and then pulled off my prick. “Oh man, don’t stop bro. You were just beginning to make me feel real good.”

He rose kissing his way back up my body to my lips. After we shared another long kiss, he breathed a long sigh. “Eric, you don’t understand man. I need you inside me, you know, INSIDE me. I need you to fuck me.” We were silent for a moment and my mind was reeling. “Please don’t be mad man and please don’t freak out. I don’t know what I’d do if you reject me man. You mean so much to me Eric.” Again, I was dumfounded – something that seemed to be happening a lot around Bryan lately.

I stood there with him stroking my cock and all of a sudden I realized that I wanted to do this. I guess the idea has been smoldering in the back of my mind for a long time. I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him again. “OK.” I said. Just that, not ‘Yea, man let’s do it’, or ‘Fuck no man’. Just ‘OK’.

“OK?” He asked hopefully.

I laughed. “Yea, OK.” He kissed me again, passionately driving his tongue into my mouth like he wanted to suck my tonsils out. He pulled away from me looking me in the eyes. We were both breathing hard. Opening a small tube, he spread something very slippery over my cock and continued stroking it for a little bit. I had to stop him because it felt so good I thought I was going to blow. He handed the tube to me and pulled his shorts off in record time, turned his back to me leaning over the marble bench in front of the goddess fountain, and pushed his ass towards me. I could see the two light moons of his cheeks separated by his dark crack in the almost total darkness of the grotto. I stepped up behind him and rubbed my cock in his crack. It felt wonderful. I don’t know if you know this dad but Bryan has a very hairy crack and legs and the hair felt so inviting.

“Spread the lobe in my hole, man. I don’t think I can take you without it.” I squeezed lube on my fingers and gently worked them into his crack finding his pucker and slid them into him. He groaned as two of my fingers worked his hole. Damn, it was tight as all shit man. “Deeper Eric, fuck me with your fingers deeper.” He begged. I did as he said and I felt a little bit of resistance at one point and when I pushed my fingers past it he let out another loud groan pushing his ass back onto my fingers. My cock was hurting with need as I continued to finger fuck him. “OK, man, mount me bro.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I stepped up to the plate and got ready to fuck him bat shit crazy. I cannot describe the way it felt dad. I’ve never felt anything like it. His ass was so tight and warm and seemed to massage my cock all on its own. Also, his ass hair scratched my dick just enough to nearly drive me nuts. I slowly slid into him but he wasn’t having anything of that shit. Next thing I knew he pushed back against me driving me all the way, balls deep into his hole. “I said fuck me man. You don’t need to be so gentle. I like it rough.” At the time I didn’t realize he’d been fucked a number of time with some pretty large cocks, but after he did that my instincts took over and I battered his hole. It was fucking wild and I was so overwhelmed with the sensations of it all that I fucking shot my wad like I never knew I could. Man I thought my nads were going to blast right out my dick like cannon balls. I collapsed on top of him and after a while I realized I was still in him and rock hard. “Don’t pull out man. Keep fucking me. Slower this time if you want – you know, make it last this time.” I pulled back out of him until just my dome was in his ass and then slowly thrust back in reveling in the gentle caress of his ass on my cock. God it felt good.

I fucked him for quite a long time this time, maybe thirty or forty minutes or so and I felt I was getting close. I started picking up the pace driving into him harder when all of a sudden I felt someone’s hands caress my shoulder and ass at the same time. I jumped driving my cock deeper into Bryan and nearly screamed, but a hand clamped over my mouth and I heard Mr. Collins’s voice whisper into my ear. “Easy Eric, it’s alright. Keep fucking him.” Man I was embarrassed and scared. I didn’t move until I felt his hand pull back on my hips drawing my cock from Bryan’s ass. Then he pushed on my butt forcing me back into my friend. God I cannot tell you dad how that felt either. Here I was fucking Mr. Collins’s son and he was helping me do it. Soon my own boggled mind gave up trying to make sense out of it and I started humping on my own driving my cock in and out of Bryan’s hole. When Mr. Collins realized I wasn’t resisting any more he began rubbing his hands all over my body and into my crack rubbing my hole. It drove me crazy. I didn’t realized he was naked until he leaned in and kissed the back of my neck at which time I felt his hard cock rub against my ass cheek before it slipped down between my legs and pushed into my nuts. It drove me wild and I started yet another mind blowing orgasm. It felt like I shot gallons into Bryan’s ass. “He feels good doesn’t he son?” I thought Mr. Collins was talking to me since he quite often calls me son.

“Yes sir.” I said.

“Oh god dad, he feels awesome.” My friend said. I hadn’t even realized Bryan knew his dad was there. “You gotta try him. He feels incredible.” Mr. Collins pulled me back until my cock slipped from his son’s ass with an audible pop and wrapped his hand around my dick stroking the last spurt out coating his son’s ass cheek. I was so sensitive that my whole body jerked when his hand touched the head.

“Maybe you ought to fuck me first son and let Eric recuperate. Then I’d love to feel this inside me. What do you say Eric?”

I mumbled incoherently. My mind was having trouble wrapping around this new information. Bryan fucking his dad? No way! But damn! “I heard my voice say: “OK.” I sat down on the bench while I watched Mr. Collin’s position himself over the bench where his son was only moments before. My mouth dropped open when I saw Bryan squat behind his father and tongue wash his hole. The way both they took too it made it clear they’ve done this before. Soon Bryan stood up and slowly shoved his cock into his dad’s ass. I stared and Bryan reached over and closed my mouth. I didn’t even realize it was open.

“It’s OK Eric, we’ve done this before. Watch and enjoy but get ready. After the fucking you just gave me, I’m about ready to shoot.” He said while driving his cock in and out of his dad’s hole. He was right. It only took him about five minutes before he blasted his load whitewashing Mr. Collins’s colon with his sperm. After he stopped jerking and I was pretty sure his orgasm concluded he smiled at me. “Your turn,” and gave me a wink pulling his cock from his father’s hairy ass.

He had to pull me up and guide my hard cock to his dad’s hole and my mind clicked when I felt the soft moist ring open for me. His dad’s hole felt as incredible as Bryan’s did. I grunted as I drove my cock deep into Mr. Collins. “Oh FUCK!” Mr. Collin yelled out. For a moment I was sure he’d alerted the whole household but no one came investigating. “Oh god yes. Fuck me Eric. Shit I’ve wanted you’re cock for so long.” That spurred me on and before long I was pile driving Mr. Collins’s hole like it was my own personal cum bank.

After about twenty or thirty minutes I felt that familiar tingle in my groin and knew I was about to blast. “Oh fuck Mr. Collins! I’m about to cum.”

“Fuck yes, cum inside me. I want your teen spunk son.” He said and so I thrust into him a couple of more times and then drove in deep blasting inside him adding my load to Bryan’s. “Oh fuck yes!” He screamed out and I knew he was cumming from the contractions in his hole. It was all over after a few moments except for the after orgasm bliss. I pulled out of him and sat heavily on the marble bench looking down at my wilting cock. I never knew sex was this good. I’ve never fucked a girl before and that night I fucked my first two men – father and son no less.

Mr. Collins mused up my hair and kissed me on my temple. “God Eric, thank you man. I’ve wanted to see if you were like your old man for some time now. Thanks.” I didn’t know what he meant by that, not exactly. The implication is that you’ve fucked him dad, but I can’t wrap my mind around that. Anyway, the next question he asked also threw me for a loop. “Have you joined Coach Thompson’s inner circle yet?”

“No sir. You have to be invited to join and he’s not asked me.” I said. I didn’t think much of it right then, but later – a few days later – I found out why.

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I sat there looking at my son for some time before I spoke. “Carl and I used to have sex when we were your age son. It’s been a while since we’ve done anything but I guess he is as fond of it as I was, or rather as I am. I’ll admit that I miss it. He’s one very good lay.” Eric looked at me like I spoke a foreign language.

“You and Mr. Collins really did have sex?” He asked.

I laughed. “Yes. I told you son, you are not the first one to experiment with gay sex. I rather enjoy it actually. I do find it interesting that he’s fucking his son though. I wouldn’t have thought he’d do that. Not that it really matters so long as they both like it. Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m starved.” He said. “Are you mad that I fucked Mr. Collins?”

“No Eric. I’ve known Carl all my life and I trust him not to hurt you. He’s about the only man I’d be alright with him fucking you, at least until you know what you want. Let’s take a break, get something to eat, and then you can finish your story. I’ve got to hear it all before the night gets very old.” I didn’t explain that if my men didn’t hear from me before sunrise, Coaches Thompson and Madison would disappear not much unlike Hoffa. I had to know my mind before the sun rose so I could either let it happen or call them off.

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