New Orleans Syndicate: Chapter 3
© 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 3

Carl sat in my office. I said nothing after we entered until I took my seat behind my desk during which time I locked the door securing our privacy. “What is this about Alex? You and I have known each other far too long for you to throw threats at me. All you had to do was ask and I’d be here.”

“Oh I assure you I meant no threat Carl, but if I sounded less than affable, it is because I am a bit pissed with you. At any rate, if it had been a threat you would not be sitting in my office. This conversation would take place in a swamp somewhere instead. But that is neither here nor there. I would like to know why you didn’t tell me about Coach Thompson’s Pigskin Fraternity before my son got involved.”

“Shit.” Carl breathed. “Alex, your son and mine are too close of friends for Eric not to want to join the fraternity eventually. Had I told you, you would have taken your son out of school at the very least, or you would simply make the coaches disappear, turned them into gator bate, or something like that. Am I wrong?”

“No you know me well enough to know what my reactions might have been. But that does not excuse you from taking my son’s future into your own hands. That is not something a friend does. So, why did you choose not to discuss this with me before making the decision to involve Eric?”

“Do you really want to know? I mean, there’s a lot that you’ve missed out on my friend. Things you could have been doing with either of your sons, if not both of them, had you only been willing to open up a little.” I waited for him to continue without interrupting trying my best not to look intimidating. “When did you first realize your sons had started masturbating?”

The question threw me. “I… Well, I… I’m not sure when I realized it.” I finally admitted.

“I taught Bryan how to masturbate. We jacked off together like you and I used to do. It was fun as hell and it took me back to those days so long ago. It allowed me to relive my first ejaculation through my son’s eyes. He was so excited and his orgasm was so intense Alex. You should have seen him. Hell you should have seen your own sons when they first experienced it. Bryan was sitting on his bed playing with himself when I walked in on him. He was so embarrassed. I smiled, went over, sat down on the edge of his bed, and gently pulled the sheet off of him from where he’d thrown it over to cover up when I came in. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself there, son. It’s fun to jack off isn’t it?” He was shocked but sheepishly admitted he’d never jacked off before. The guys at school were talking about it and he was trying it out. I asked if he’d like me to show him how. At first he hesitated, but then smiled and nodded his head. I got naked, sat on the bed beside him, and showed him how to stroke it giving him pointers on how to make it feel better. He was so nervous he couldn’t cum until after I shot my load all over both of us and the bed too. Almost immediately he shot off painting his chest and stomach. Some of it even went over his head and plastered the headboard. It was awesome Alex. He was so excited after it was over that he jumped over and threw his arms around my neck thanking me. Neither of us cared that we were both covered in cum. I feel sorry for you Alex because that is something you will never experience. You were always too busy to take a little time to loosen up and allow you and your son’s to express yourselves. I cannot tell you how close of a bond developed between Bryan and me because I taught him how to jack off.”

Carl’s confession shocked me. Not so much because he taught his son to masturbate but because of how easily he talked about it. I felt a certain amount of envy of his experiences with Bryan. “I guess it would bring you closer – a sort of male bonding.” I said looking past him, distracted. I shook my head and focused on my friend’s face. “Eric said you let Bryan and him fuck you right before school started.”

He mistook my interest as being reproachful. “Alex, you of all people have little room to pass judgment on someone else for doing things that society frowns upon.”

I smiled. “I’m not judging you Carl. I am envious as hell though. Not only did you introduce your son to sex, but you also introduced mine to it – at least to man on man sex.” I sat there shaking my head. “I’m still having trouble believing it, but I really am envious of it all. However, time is of the essence. Please tell me how you found out what Coach Thompson was doing before Bryan joined the fraternity.”

Carl took a deep breath preparing to tell what he thought may be incriminating for him and certainly for Steve, but he resolved to do it tightening his jaws before relaxing. “Where do I begin? It all started the night I met Steve for the first time, officially met him that is.”

Carl’s Story

Coach Thompson and I frequent the same bar over in Algiers. The Wharf is a quaint little dive pretty much overlooked by passerby. A friend introduced me to it some years ago and this is where I initially met Steve.

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I interrupted Carl’s narrative: “Carl, hold on a minute. Why in the hell do you and Steve frequent The Wharf? This is not a place I would expect either of you to step foot in, much less actually be patrons of.”

“It’s not that bad of a place Alex. You’d like it if you ever went there. I like the atmosphere and the people are nice, even if they are a bit rough around the edges.”

“I know what sort of place it is Carl and I’ve been there plenty of times. I own it for fuck’s sake. It’s an excellent place if you’re looking to pickup second bit hookers, cheep male escorts, drug dealers, and the like. It’s not a place where self respecting people go Carl.”

“You own The Wharf?” He looked amused. “You really do have your paws into just about everything around here don’t you?”

“What the fuck do you think? I am the Lord of Crime in this flee bitten city.”

“True.” He mused. “I know what sort of people hang out at The Wharf though. The primary reason I went there was to find a male escort, a man I met some time ago. I’ll admit I like his company. Any way after I visited the place several times, I got to know Bubba who runs it and the rest of his crew. I like it there. I can’t explain it Alex, I just do.”

“Very well Carl. We’ll discuss this later. Please continue your story.” I said. I would talk him out of going to The Wharf from now on. I don’t need people finding out Carl goes to such places. He is my primary attorney and I don’t want to have to deal with the scandal if he were seen going to that sort of place. If he needs male escorts, I know of better ways to provide him with them.

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Anyway, I recognized the man as Bryan’s football coach, though I’d only seen him at games before. Sandy takes care of all of the school business. When a teacher needs to see one of us, she takes care of it, so I never met the guy. It was rainy that day and Sandy went to visit her sister in Lafayette. She took Kelly with her. With my wife and daughter out of the way, I decided to stay late at The Wharf. I didn’t notice Steve when I sat down at the bar, but before I finished my first drink I felt a large paw of a hand slap my back as he stepped up beside me. I almost told him off before I recognized who it was. “Mr. Collins, Steve Thompson here, Bryan’s coach. Fancy seeing you in here.”

“Ah, hello: Coach Thompson, eh?” I looked him up and down. I’d never gotten anywhere near this close to him before and I was duly impressed. He’s a powerfully built man, but I guess you’ve noticed that too Alex.

“Would you care to join me? I have a table over in the corner.” He pointed back across the bar. Since it wasn’t crowded yet, no one stole the unoccupied booth littered with napkins and an empty plate. I nodded and followed him winding our way around other tables and support columns. I watched Steve sit in the position of power in the little dark grungy hole and I sat across from him with my back to the door. It really didn’t matter since the booth sported high backs forcing someone to come pretty far into the joint before they’d see either of us. “Now what is an outstanding citizen like you doing in here?” He asked.

“I could ask the same of you.” I stated rather dryly. I wasn’t sure I liked this situation and I’d already decided to make some excuse to leave pretty soon.

“I’m here to find a hookup.” He said as casually as though it was a comfortable chat about Bible studies in Jackson Square on a bright hot Sunday. This was not Jackson Square though and it wasn’t a sunny day. I continued to feel uneasy. “Relax Mr. Collins. I won’t tell anyone I saw you here.”

“Mr. Thompson, I really don’t care if people know I come here. I wouldn’t have parked my pickup outside if that bothered me. What I cannot understand is why you would be here. If you wanted a prostitute, there are plenty much closer to where you live then this place.” I said.

“Oh to be sure, but I’m not looking for a prostitute. I’m looking for a particular young man who comes here pretty regularly. I’ve not seen him in a long while and I’m getting a bit worried over it. His name is Jessie, or at least that’s what he tells me.” He studied me. “You think I’m here to hook up with Jessie to go fuck, aren’t you?” Only then did I realize Steve was pretty drunk already. It was only six thirty in the evening and he was already well on his way to being plastered.

“The thought did cross my mind.” I said with a slight smile on my face. “Are you?”

“Yes.” He didn’t bat an eye when he answered me. “Yes, that is exactly why I’m looking for him. I like the fellow and to do this sort of thing close to home would not be good.” He swallowed the remainder of his drink and slammed the glass hard on the end of the table. Soon a server girl came over and took the glass but looked at me.

“You want your usual Mr. Collins?” She asked. I like her. She’s dark as the ace of spades and absolutely beautiful.

“Yes please Yolanda,” I said handing her my glass.

She disappeared into the dark smoky bar sashaying in a most suggestive way. We waited for her return before we continued and soon she sauntered back with two full glasses held in each hand. She served me first sitting my Martini down on the table’s greasy surface atop of a new clean napkin. Then she handed Steve’s drink directly to him. He was drinking some sort of dark liquid in a tumbler. I couldn’t tell what his choice of poison was. “Anything else gentlemen?” She asked. We both shook our heads and she left calling back over her shoulder. “Let me know if you change your minds.”

Steve watched Yolanda go and swallowed hard. “I’ve done her, you know?” He said.

“I have too, she’s a nice woman and a good lay.” I said. He chuckled darkly. I continued. “Why are you telling me this Mr. Thompson? I mean, it could compromise you.”

“When I saw you look right at me when you came in, I figured I was already compromised. After all, how often does a coach see the father of one of his team members in a joint like this?”

“I hadn’t seen you until you slapped my back.”

“Well, I couldn’t have known that. I decided to say hello and at least try and explain myself before you jumped to conclusions.” He studied his glass. “I don’t expect you to understand Carl. I love women. I completely enjoy having sex with them, but sometimes it’s not enough. There is times when my appetite requires more, something no woman can provide. I met Jessie right after I got into town several years back and we’ve enjoyed each other on occasion since that time.” He took another swallow downing his drink and slapped the empty on the end of the table again. “For a long time he was the only person I really knew in this town – the only person I felt was a friend, even if a paid friend. He’s the only reason I stayed and why I’m alive today. I was so depressed when I first moved here I almost did myself in. I owe him a lot. Anyway, I’ve been unsuccessfully looking for him for several months now. It worries me because I’ve grown quite fond of the man. To be honest I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Have you ever been with a man before Carl?”

I had to believe it was the alcohol talking for Coach Thompson because I was pretty certain he wouldn’t have confessed any of this had he been sober. I decided to be honest about it though. “Yes, I’ve been with men before and I do understand what you’ve said.”

His eyes lit up when I told him that. “Really, you’ve…” He looked me over and gave me a very hard appraising stare for a while. I’d only finished about half my second drink when Yolanda stepped up to the table again taking Steve’s glass. She didn’t ask if I wanted another yet. When she left he continued. “Yes, I guess you would understand.” He said softly. We reverted back to small talk for a while and before I knew it, it was getting late, I was pretty much plastered, and Steve and I were becoming very friendly with each other. “I’m too drunk to drive.” He admitted.

“Yea me too, but thank god I drove my old beat up truck because I think I’m going to have to call a cab to come get me.” I agreed.

He studied me for a little while, almost to the point I started to get uncomfortable again. “You want to stay with me? I wouldn’t mind your company for the night if you’re interested.”

“You suggesting we get a hotel or something?” I asked trying to clarify his meaning. He simply nodded yes and eyed me while I pondered the idea. “I think I would like that.”

Rather than calling a cab we got into my truck and drove across the bridge to the French Quarter. I know of a little bed and breakfast that I’ve used before. The place is owned by a couple of gay men and they always had a room unless it was a holiday or Mardi Grass. The place is clean, bug free, and discreet, so it seemed the perfect place to me. I really was too drunk to drive but not nearly as drunk as Steve. This was the first time I brought a man to the bed and breakfast and Mr. Hewett’s smile broadened like a kid’s on Christmas morning when he saw me at the door with Steve.  Hewett and his lover own the guest house. “Well hello Mr. Collins. It’s a bit early for you to be out and about, isn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes sir, but we partied too hard tonight and neither of us can drive home. Do you have an empty room we can crash in for the rest of the night?”

Mr. Hewett laughed softly. “You surprise me Carl. It’s only eleven-thirty, but yes, we have a vacancy for you. Come in, come in.” He led us up the stairs to the upper level of the villa. “Would you like separate rooms or would you prefer to share the same one?”

“I don’t mind sharing a room with you if you don’t.” Steve said draping his arm over my shoulder. His hand dangled over my chest bringing a giggle from me when I felt his fingers play absentmindedly with my nipple. Mr. Hewett appraised us with a small amused smile and led us to the end of the hall. He’s not a masculine man but he’s not really effeminate either. However he couldn’t hide the fact he’s gay even if he tried. Opening a door he ushered us into a very spacious room with one, single, queen sized bed in it. “I know why you’re here Carl, and no one but Bobby and I will ever know you two shared a bed unless you tell them. Your secret is safe with us.” He gave us another smile as he left the room. “Enjoy,” and winked before adding: “You are our only guest tonight so you don’t have to be quiet if you’d rather not.” I swallowed hard as he closed the door. I wasn’t sure I wanted this older gay couple knowing my business this well, but it was too late now.

Once we were alone Steve sat on the bed and let his eyes roam over my body. “You are one very handsome man Carl. I like big burly men who keep in shape. I’d appreciate it if you’d help me get out of these clothes. I think I’m too drunk to do it on my own. If I pass out go ahead and fuck me all you want. I don’t mind.”

I liked that idea but preferred the thought of him staying awake and actively participating in the night’s activities. He didn’t disappoint me. “I don’t think you’re that drunk Steve. At least I hope you aren’t.” I smiled as I pulled his Polo over his shoulders and ran my hands through the thick ginger pelt covering his chest. His shoulders were bare of hair and so was the first half of his arms, but his forearms were as thickly covered as his pecks. The red hair trailed down over his chest and abs suggesting a petting direction. If I moved my hand in any other way than down, I’d be petting him against the grain. In the center of his torso was a thick darker red path that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. His large nipples stood erect begging to be sucked and nursed like a baby at his mother’s tit. “God you are a beautiful man Steve.” I pulled his face into my chest and wrapped my arms around his head and then rubbed my left hand down his back.

“Mmmm, you smell good.” His muffled voice wafted up to me. Slipping his hands under my shirt, he ran them up my chest until he found my nipples and tweaked each one – not hard, but enough to bring a sharp breath from me. I unbuttoned my dress shirt and let it slip from my shoulders allowing him the room he wanted to explore.

I’m just as hairy as Steve, but my hair is dark and I love the contrast between our bodies. Both are built almost exactly alike, but he’s red haired and fair skinned while I’m a dark brunet and tan easily. The freckles on his face and shoulders stand out against his almost paste white skin and my body doesn’t know what a freckle is.

He unbuckled my belt and then unfastening my slacks. I felt the soft light material of my dress pants slip down my legs tickling them as they fell. He eyed my jock covered crotch and growled, literally growled, as he buried his face in my raunchy pouch. Sometimes I’ll go several days between showers just to smell my own funk and it’s been at least three days since I last bathed. My crotch scent wafted up from my hot loins and made me dizzy Only then did I realize exactly how strong it’d become. He growled again as he rutted his face deep between my legs and balls. “Oh fuck Carl! Man I love a bear’s skank. How long has it been since you showered?” I told him. “Oh God all fucking mighty!” He swore as he rutted his face in my sack again digging deeper between my legs. I was getting hard and my cock pressed painfully against the mesh material of my jock pouch. My butthole twitched at the feeling of his thick and rough fingers rubbing it as he pulled my cheeks apart drawing my crotch hard into his face.

He started chewing roughly on my cock through the material of my jockeys – a lot rougher than I was used to but I loved what this man was doing to me. I’ve never had anyone manhandle me this roughly before and I began to understand sex with him might be a lesson in dominance and submission that I wasn’t sure I was ready for – yet… Not knowing who would be the dom and who would sub, I figured I’d better set the tone before he did. “Chew my fucking cock you faggot cocksucker.” I commanded. My words seemed to drive him wild. He grabbed the waistband of my jockeys and began pulling them down. I grabbed his wrist hard and growled: Did I tell you to take off my jockey?”

“No sir, you didn’t.” He said looking up begging me with his eyes.

I shoved his face back into my crotch and gripped his auburn hair in my hand. “Chew on it bitch!” He immediately complied bringing a long loud moan out of me. I pulled his head from my crotch and turned around presenting my bare ass to his servicing face. “Clean it!” I demanded. He hesitantly sniffed my crack. “What did I tell you bitch?”

“You told me to clean it sir.” He said resigned and then decided to get on with it because he plunged his face into my butt and began lapping my ass with the gusto of a dog who’d found something stinky to wallow and rut in rubbing his whole face up and down my crack. I could feel his beard stubble scratching my tender spots and it nearly drove me over the edge. I’ve never dominated anyone before and I found it to be incredibly arousing.

“Yes, lick it all over and then drive that tongue deep in my shitter!” I growled. Fuck my dick was so hard I feared I’d fire off before I could get my cock up his ass, but this felt so good I almost didn’t care. He gripped my ass cheeks in both hands prying them apart before driving his tongue deep inside me. My funk had to be strong in there, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to wash me really good with his tongue. He started sucking on my pucker and again I almost lost it. This time I decided to pull away from him before he forced me into orgasmic oblivion. “Stand and face me, NOW!” I commanded glaring at him. I couldn’t help it, I had to taste my funk on his mouth and I grabbed him behind the neck pulling his mouth hard against mine. I drove my tongue into his mouth and swirled it around tasting my ass there. It was strong and his breath stank with my pong. Man it was driving me nuts and I realized I wanted to fuck him more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. Asserting my power over this muscle stud football coach drove my adrenaline to new heights fueling my lust. Every time Steve touched me it burned my skin with desire. Every time he breathed on me it was like a blacksmith’s bellows stoking my fires. “I’m going to fuck you Steve. I’m going to fuck you like the grizzly bitch you are.” I said before I chewed on his nipple bringing a small yelp from the muscle bound Kodiak standing in front of me. “You want my cock up your ass don’t you Steve. You want me to fuck you?” I asked.

“Yes sir, I want you to fuck me sir.” He said.

“How badly do you want it Steve? How horny are you?”

“I’m so fucking horny for your cock up my ass. I’ll do anything for your hard hot cock. God I need it bad.” He said breathless as he began chewing on my nipples changing form one to the other. They were both bright red from the rough mauling he gave them.

“Get on your knees and worship my cock. Show me how hot you are for my cock Steve.” I said so quietly I was afraid he hadn’t heard but he immediately obeyed. Again he started pulling my jockeys down and again I stopped him. “No! Pull my cock out of the side of the pouch. Leave the jock strap where it is.” I demanded quietly.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.” He said as he pulled my cock and balls from the side of the pouch. I hadn’t told him to take my balls out but I chose to overlook it since I wanted them out now that they hung free. He swallowed my cock sucking me down into his throat. He didn’t gag once and this impressed me. I may not be as hung as Steve, but my cock is anything but small. I’ve gagged plenty of men and women during my sexual adventures.

“Oh fuck yes!” I said. “You like sucking my skanky cock don’t you faggot?” He nodded his head not breaking his stride as he bobbed back and forth on my prick. I had trouble seeing when he took a breath because he did it so smoothly. Obviously mine was not his first cock to suck. He worked me like a pro and before I knew it I almost spewed in his mouth. I pulled out and smacked his face with my dick. “You ready to get fucked?”

“Oh yes sir, I really want to feel you pound my ass with your meat sir.”

I smiled and stepped back from him. “Stand up and grab the bedpost with both your hands. Don’t even think of removing your hands from that post. If you do, I’ll stop everything and leave your ass here.” I ordered. I slapped his ass crack hard enough to force a grunt out of him when he complied followed by a lustful moan. His ass was so hairy it was difficult to see the crack because of his fur. The bright auburn crevice of hair was the only evidence of its presence. I rubbed his crack with the side of my hand letting my fingers trail deep enough to brush his pucker. He moaned lustfully as my fingers grazed over it. I squatted behind him and spread his cheeks to get my first good look before pulling his hips back until he arms were stretched out making it difficult for him to maintain his grip on the bedpost. I watched his fingers clutch tighter to make sure he didn’t let them slip off by accident. Like on his chest, the hair on his ass traveled a pattern from top to bottom and swirled clockwise around his pink pucker which winked maddeningly – inviting me in.

I leaned into him pressing my nose against his shitter and inhaled deeply. His tart odor radiating out from his hot ass assaulted me. God, I loved it. I could smell soap, but his sour scent and the fragrance of sweat overpowered his most recent shower. Using my hands I spread his ass cheeks further apart until his hole gaped open. No anus has ever looked sexier than his did at that moment. It gaped open allowing me to drive my tongue past his sphincter where I swirled it around to get a good taste of him. God he tasted marvelous. I sucked and licked his hole for a long time because I’d cum if I tried to fuck him right away. This made him hotter for a hard fuck and he begged and begged me to pound his ass. Eventually I stood up driving my cock deep into his spit slicked hole. “Fuck Steve! Your ass feels fan-fuckin-tastic bitch!”

I drove my cock in and out of him like a man possessed. Apparently his ass has been dicked plenty often enough because he didn’t whimper once, but begged me to fuck him harder. “God-dammit sir, fuck me. Please fuck me hard Sir!” He yelled loud enough to wake the dead in the Lafayette Cemeteries. “Oh Goddamn man, fuck me, yes, fuck me harder – please Sir!”

The sight of his muscled hands and arms gripping the bedpost while stretching his back out causing his muscles to flex and move under his skin drove me to new heights of fuck-delirium. I’ve never even thought of fucking a woman this heard and few men I’ve fucked could take this kind of pounding. God it was great! I knew I couldn’t take much more because it simply felt too good. “Fuck me man, I’m about to blow dude. You want my cum, bitch?” I asked.

“Hell fuckin yea, give it to me Sir. Impregnate me deep, so fuckin deep. SHIT!” He cried out panting hard. “Oh FUCK!” I felt his sphincter grip my cock and began pulsing rhythmically as he busted his nuts all over the floor below him.

This drove me over into that deep dark void of orgasmic bliss. I blasted into him, seeding him deep, oh so fucking deep. God it felt wonderful: as right as rain. “Oh fucking shit Steve, I’m cumming goddamn it!” I fell over his back and had to tippy toe in order to keep from pulling out of him as I wrapped him tightly in my arms holding on viselike. While I did this I pulled my legs up and wrapped my feet around the back of his thighs so that I lay completely on his back while convulsing my body driving my cock in and out of his ass while I sprayed my spunk inside him. I spasmed over and over inside him, painting his colon with my sperm. “Ah fuck, I’ve not cum like that in years.” I said softly, mumbling into his taught back muscles.

“May I get up sir?” He asked tentatively. I couldn’t believe he’d held up both up that long with his arms extended as far as they were.

“Sure man. You don’t have to call me sir anymore Steve unless you want to.”  I said. I didn’t know if I was breaking a Dominance and Submission rule by saying this but I really didn’t care anymore. I’d gotten what I wanted and as tired as we were I really didn’t think we’d last much longer before we both passed out. Boy was I wrong.

He stood up and turned to face me. “Thanks man. I’ve not been dominated in so long I forgot how intoxicating it can be.”

“No problem.” I said. “I’ve never dominated anyone before, so I may not have been very good at it.” I admitted.

He laughed. “Never admit that to a dominant unless you want to be dominated.” He said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Shit! I thought. “No worries man. I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t ask for.” He soothed as he slipped his hands around my sides pulling me into him. “Want to shower?” He asked quietly kissing me gently.

“With you, anytime!” I said laughing around our lips. We stumbled into the bathroom where Steve reluctantly broke our embrace to start the shower adjusting the water. “You know, they have a Jacuzzi down stairs in the courtyard, if you’d rather that is.” I suggested. “Since we are the only guest we could probably get away with fucking again down there.”

“What about the owners?” Steve asked innocently.

“Are you kidding, they’d love it. I can see them now standing in an out of the way place watching everything with rapt attention.” I smiled devilishly.

He shut off the shower. “Sure, why not? Should we shower first?”

“Naw, let’s just wipe off and go on down there.” He smiled and nodded his head. I took a towel and wiped my dick with it before handing it to him. He took it and did the same thing before wrapping the towel around his waist and waited for me to do the same with another one. “Ready?” I asked.

“Yep, lead the way.” I did and we had a good two hours in the hot tub and he managed to fuck me. I won’t go into detail now about it, but I’ll tell you later if you like. Since you want to find out how Bryan became involved I’ll get on with that story.

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“No please, I’d like to hear it. We still have time.” I said to Carl. His story about fucking Steve just about undid me making me crazy lust. I really wanted to hear the rest of his story.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “It’s going on four o’clock.”

“Yes, please tell me. I want to hear it.” I figured what the hell. I was already so horny I felt like an eighteen year old again. It felt good.

“OK,” he said.

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We were acting like two school children instead of adults in our forties: giggling, and slapping each other’s asses, goosing each other, and chatting up a storm. We met Mr. Hewett and his lover in the dining room just as we opened the door to the courtyard. “If you boys want to use the Jacuzzi I’ll need to turn it on for you.” Mr. Hewett said affably.

“Oh man, will it be trouble?” Steve asked innocently. I began wondering how much he knew about technology and other things that some of us take for granted. At home I have a Jacuzzi, a steam bath, a sauna, and an exercise room. Of course you’ve seen what we have at home Alex, but Steve was shocked when he first saw our gym.

“Not at all young man, it’s already to temperature. I only need to turn the jets on.” Mr. Hewett walked out to the hot tub and flipped a couple of switches in a side panel. “There you go, give it just a minute or two and it’ll be ready to slip in. Would either of you like a drink?”

We both giggled some more. “Na, I think we may have had too much already. I’m still pretty plastered.” I said.

“OK, well, let me bring some water out to you. We don’t want you to get dehydrated after all the alcohol you’ve had. The hot water will zap even more fluids from you.” He said with another knowing smile. He disappeared through the French glass doors into the little villa.

I slipped into the hot water and sighed as I felt it caress my legs. “Oh man, this is wonderful.” Steve exclaimed as he slipped in beside me. “Now where were we?” He smiled leaning into me giving me a gentle kiss. I pushed him back onto the molded seat in the Jacuzzi and straddled him kissing his mouth, viciously sucking on his lower lip. I couldn’t get enough of this man. I’m not sure I’ve felt like that with anyone before, certainly not Sandy. Hell not even with you Alex, no offense intended. Steve’s taste, his scent, his very presence is intoxicating to me.

We heard someone clear his throat and looked up to see Mr. Hewett standing over the hot tub with a silver tray with a large glass pitcher of water with two glasses. He sat it down on a small table beside the Jacuzzi. “Here’s water for you gentlemen just in case you get thirsty. Bobby and I are going to bed. Just leave the tray and pitcher here and well collect it in the morning.” He smiled as Steve and I looked at him. “No need to be embarrassed guys. What you’re doing is nothing Bobby and I haven’t seen already. Enjoy and good night. Our bedroom is on the front side of the building, so you won’t bother us.” He gave us a long, and I’d almost bet, longing look.

Mr. Hewett is a nice man, but he’s a short, overweight, and balding man in his late sixties. Not my type. His lover Bobby however is only in his early fifties and keeps in pretty good shape. I’ve eyed Bobby more than once, but he’s still not my type since he’s about as flamboyant as a man can get. I don’t have a problem with effeminate men. I’m simply not sexually attracted to them. “Thanks Orrin. We appreciate it.” I said to the older man. He nodded his head and slipped back into the house. I had little doubt that if we were to pay attention to some of the darkened rooms overlooking the courtyard, we’d see the ghost images of Orrin and Bobby watching us. I really didn’t care. I was far too horny to worry about it. I could feel Steve’s cock rubbing against my balls. He was hard as steel and felt oh so wonderful as I returned my attention to his lips kissing him deeply. After a minute of kissing this Irish brute I realized exactly how thirsty I was. Thank god Orrin thinks of things like this. I broke the kiss and reached for the pitcher and glasses. “Want some water?” I asked Steve.

“Sure.” He said.

“Hello, what’s this?” I asked as I picked up a jar of petroleum jelly and a note. Sitting back next to Steve I handed him the Vaseline and opened the note:

Mr. Collins and friend,

I noticed you didn’t bring any condoms and since they don’t work well in the Jacuzzi anyway I thought I’d provide you with a bit of lubrication in the event you need it. If you get to feeling a bit frisky and don’t mind bearbacking, feel free to use this Vaseline. You may use it in the hot tub. We have cleaners specifically for such occasions so don’t feel like you’ll mess things up.

Orrin and Bobby

PS: If I overstepped my bounds here, I sincerely apologize.

Steve and I burst out laughing simultaneously. I was a bit embarrassed now, but not so much to stop what we’d began. I poured a glass of water taking a few swallows before handing the rest to Steve. “I think we need to put this to good use.” Steve suggested with a come here grin. He still held the jar of petroleum jelly only he’d removed the lid. I noticed it was an unused jar. How considerate. I thought.

I slipped onto his lap holding the glass up to his lips letting him drink as he grabbed my ass pulling me closer. Unfortunately this upset the water glass sending an arctic wash down our stomachs and below. I yelled and jerked back, but he pulled me tight. The cold water had an opposite effect on Steve. His cock was harder than earlier. I giggled and reached down to stroke his massive tool. “I do believe you’d like to put that jar to use.” When I saw the lustful look in his eyes I swallowed hard realizing what I’d just said. “If you promise to take it easy, I promise to at least try.” Scooping out a good sized glob of the grease, Steve reached down between my legs and lubed my hole. I felt his thick fingers probe my anus slipping inside me. I thought it would hurt but I’ll have to say, it felt great. I groaned and pulled myself closer to him kissing him passionately again. With his free hand he took the glass from me and set it back on the table before I dropped it.

“I want you Carl. I need to fuck you, but only if you’re OK with it. I won’t force you.” He said between kisses.

“Steve, I’ve been fucked before, but not by a cock like yours. You’re huge. I want to see what it feels like, to be as full as only a cock like that can make me, but you’ve got to promise to take it slow.”

“I’ll take it slow and easy Carl. Popsicle, use that if it gets to be too much for you. It’s your safety word. I won’t stop to words like ‘no’, ‘stop’, ‘pull out’, or ‘quit’. That way you won’t stop me just because you’re scared. If you say ‘Popsicle’, everything stops until you’re ready again. Understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes.”

By now he’d worked three fingers into my hole. “Lean over the edge. I want to see your cunt.” He said in a tone that clearly indicated this was not a request. I did as he instructed and as soon as I got comfortable I felt him slip something large into my hole, but I was certain it was not his cock. Only then did I feel my hole being stretched out slowly as he pulled two fingers of both hands slowly apart pulling my anus open. He’d stretch my hole for a while and then he slide three or four fingers in and twist them around before going back to spreading my hole with both hands again. He continued this for a while and I was completely in heat by the time he greased up his cock. “I think you can take me like this now if you’d like to try it. I swear I’ll go slowly.” I nodded my head to indicate I was ready. “Tell me you want my cock Carl. I won’t fuck you until you ask for it.”

“Yes Steve, fuck me Sir.” I said. He smacked my ass cheek hard and then thrust into me driving about a third of his cock in all at once. My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets and I grunted. It hurt so bad I couldn’t even scream. I’d forgotten all about the safety word. “Oh God Steve,” I grunted out between thrust as he drove in and out of me. He was still only moving the outer third of his cock. “Please…” I begged. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

He smacked my ass again hard and drove more of himself into me. I grunted again barely able to catch my breath. “Keep relaxed Puppet. It won’t hurt as badly.” He smacked my ass hard again as he drove the last third into me and I felt his pubes against my cheeks. “I’m sorry Puppet, but if I’d gone slowly, we’d never get it in.”

He held still allowing me to catch my breath. “God damn Steve that hurts.” I screamed out between sobs. I’ve never felt anything that painful before in my life. He slowly pulled out and I felt his hand moving between us and then he slid back into me and it went smoother. Apparently he’d spread more Vaseline onto his prong. He pulled out again and began a slow fuck using most of his length. After a few moments he changed his position and I felt his cock strike my prostate and the feeling of his large cock rubbing against it made me see stars. Not in a bad way, but it was the most incredible sensation I’ve ever felt. It still hurt but now my mind was distracted from the pain as my prostate was stimulated into bliss. It didn’t take long before I fired off an anal orgasm spraying cum all over the sides of the Jacuzzi and into the water. “Oh fucking god, that feels so incredible Steve.” I said between grunts as he drove in and out of me.

“God damn Puppet, you feel wonderful.” Steve grunted as he thrust into me. He still moved slowly but with the size of his cock it was just about sensory overload for me. My eyes rolled up into my scull and my breathing quickened to the point I thought I’d pass out. About this time he picked up speed and I was moaning so loudly I figured someone would call the police for disturbing the peace. In a matter of about five more thrust he slammed his cock deep into my hole and I felt it expand inside me as he shot off his hot juice deep in my bowels. “Oh fuck Puppet…” was all he said as he collapsed on top of my back as he finished breading me. I felt too exhausted and exhilarated from my orgasm to be angry with him right then, but I had little doubt I’d be pissed later. We got out of the hot tub and I flipped the switches to turn off the jets before we headed back up to the room. “Thank you Carl. I really needed that.” He said. I didn’t answer but continued to walk slightly in front of Steve back up to the room. When we entered I sent straight to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to void myself of his sperm. It was a little pink, which indicated some bleeding but nothing immediately dangerous. After I shit his spunk out of me I started the shower. A knock sounded on the door. “Puppet, you OK?” Steve asked in a concerned voice.

“Yes,” I lied.

“May I come in?”

“It’s not locked.” I said and my voice sounded a little miffed.

The door opened and Steve walked in still naked. His large horse dick swung heavily over his full taught balls. He leaned against the doorframe and studied me. “What’s wrong Carl?” He asked.

I glared at him. “You promised you’d take it easy, go slowly, and then you rammed the fucker into me. You ripped me. I’m bleeding. I hope to god you don’t have HIV or anything else I need to be concerned about.” Yea I know it, a bit too late to be thinking along those lines, but I felt a little violated, a bit miffed, and not at all rational.

He nodded his head and swallowed. “Why didn’t you use the safety word we agreed on.”

“Damn it Steve, I had a hard enough time remembering simple words like ‘stop’, ‘pull out’, and ‘get the fuck off me’. How the hell do you expect me to remember ‘Popsicle’ with that monster cock of yours splitting me open?”

“I’m sorry Carl.” He said. I looked up and saw tears slipping down his cheeks. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you, but you seemed to be enjoying it.” He said.

“I did enjoy it once you get in me and started fucking my prostate, but before that it hurt Steve, a lot!” The water temperature finally reached the right temperature and I slipped into the tub.

“Can I join you?” He asked tentatively. I didn’t answer in so many words but only opened the curtain, gripped his arm and pulled him to me. He stumbled stepping over the lip of the tub, but between us we caught his balance before he fell. He leaned into me and kissed me gently on my lips. “I really am sorry Puppet.” He breathed against my lips and I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. I liked his strength, a gentle powerful strength like the tide or the slow persistent movements of Plate Tectonics: slow, steady, and unstoppable. Since then Steve and I have become lovers. I spend as much time as I possibly can with him. Anyway, later that night after we went to bed we lay there and talked for a while before sleep took us over. “You said it’s been a long time since you’ve been dominated Steve, who was your master?” I asked looking at his beautiful body shining in the moonlight. 

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Steve’s Story

Abridged

“My dad and older brother started dominating me when I turned thirteen. They forced me to do all sorts of things and when my younger brother turned thirteen they made me dominate him. At first I hated it. I was mad at them for months over it, but they didn’t give me a choice. It hurt like hell the first time Stewart fucked me – he’s my older brother. His dick is smaller than dad’s, or at least it was when he was sixteen so he broke me in. Dad fucked me right after he got through. I’ll admit that it felt good after a bit, but I still hated them for it. I considered it a betrayal of my trust and love. Only later did I realize how much they loved me. For a while I thought they hated me and that is why they ‘raped’ me, as I viewed it. But then there were those times when one or the other and sometimes both would make tender passionate love to me and so it kept me in a state of confusion about where I stood with them.

Many times I wanted to tell mom, or the police, or someone, but I kept quiet about it. After all, they were my brother and father. I didn’t want them to get in trouble with mom or the law. After a few months dad came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. He didn’t say anything at first, but after a moment he whispered my name. It was late and I thought he’d come to sneak me out to the barn to fuck me like he had at least once a week since all of this started. Since he’d done it just the night before, I found myself confused once again. “Son, come with me.” He said when I looked at him. He got up and I followed him out the house and down to the barn. I started crying the closer we got to the barn. “Silence.” He said in a stern voice and so I shut up. I still cried but I didn’t make another sound. When we got inside he led me over to the feed room. This was different because he normally took me into the loft. When he closed the door behind us he motioned to a stool. “Sit down son. We need to talk.” I sat still crying.

“Son, ever since we started training you you’ve acted like we hate you or something. Why would you think such a thing?” It was clear he’d divined my thoughts about the whole thing. I took a deep breath and asked him why he and Mark did such bad things to me. “Son, we do it to make you stronger. Life is not easy son. There are a lot of things you are going to have to deal with that you are not going to like. It is best you learn it now, from us, people who love you and will protect you. We chose sex as the medium to teach you this because it is by far the most fun way to learn it. Aside from the first time we fucked you, have we done anything to you that has really harmed you, made you feel pain?” He asked and I told him no.

“It hurt really badly when you first fucked me dad, but I kind of like it now.” I admitted.

“When Kaleb turns thirteen it will fall upon you to train him son. That will be in less than two years and so you have to learn it before that time. I taught Mark and now he is teaching you. When you learn both sides of this, you will truly know how to show compassion and be stern at the same time. You will learn just how far to take things without hurting the other person and without completely breaking him too. The goal is to break him just enough to make him obey without breaking his spirit. We love you son. I love you son, more than I can ever express.” He then took me into his arms and held me tight as I cried. I don’t know how I got back in bed but I woke the next morning in my own room under my own blankets. I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he held me and he carried me back into the house and put me to bed. I taught Kaleb when he turned thirteen and only then did I realize exactly what dad told me was true and I took on a whole new understanding of what he was doing for me, for us.

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I lay there next to Steve thinking about what he’d told me before I brought up me teaching Bryan how to masturbate. “I would love to take it further, but I don’t know how to do it. I’m not sure if he would be receptive to it or not.” I confessed. “I don’t think I want to do what your father and brother did to you, but I would love to be able to make love to him occasionally.”

“I think I may be able to help you out there.” Steve said a bit hesitantly.

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“I have a little fraternity with several members of the football team. I only choose those I think would be good candidates, those who show a bit of promise and an interest in other boys. I’ve thought about asking Bryan to join.” He said.

“What kind of fraternity?” I asked because he’d peaked my curiosity now.

“It’s mostly about sex: sex between the boys and me. No one is forced to do anything they don’t want to, but even those who are most reluctant do eventually join in completely. But it’s not all about sex either because we also go camping, boating, fishing, and we have BBQ’s, and other types of cookouts like fish fries. It allows the boys to unwind after the grueling workout I have them do in practice.” At this point he omitted Coach Madison’s involvement, but he went on to tell me about the induction ceremony and what I should expect when Bryan came home afterwards. “I think Bryan would really like it and because he would be having sex with me, it would make broaching the subject for you a bit easier.”

“I don’t know Steve. After the way you fucked me, I’m not sure I want Bryan exposed to your cock. Also, this is a bit new, I’m just not sure. I’ll have to think about it.” I said falling silent. After a bit I asked: “You know, I should have asked you this before we had sex since we didn’t use a condom, but what is your STD and HIV status?”

“I get tested every three months Puppet and it always comes back negative. I always use a condom when I’m doing it with someone like Jessie and I should have even with you since I don’t know you, but with the boys, we seldom use them – only when one of the boys insist on it really.”  He lay there thinking. “How about your status?”

“I’ve been tested recently and it was negative for all STD’s including HIV and I seldom have sex aside from my wife and when I do I always use a condom… except tonight. I don’t know what came over me.”

“We were drunk.” He said simply and he was right. Had I been sober, I would not have done this without a condom.

We lay there for a while before I heard his breathing change indicating he was falling asleep. “Steve?” I asked softly.

“Hmmm,” he answered only half conscious.

“You have my permission to ask Bryan to join your fraternity, but don’t hound him if he says no.” I said as I snuggled in close to him and drifted off into unconsciousness. That’s how Bryan got involved with the Pigskins. He asked my son to join and Bryan jumped at the chance.

After Bryan joined Eric noticed him staying after practice and that he was not at home as often as usual. He’d hang around and watch and realized Coach had a special group of boys that Bryan had joined. Bryan said it pissed him off quite a bit to see him going into coach’s office after practice without Eric being invited. This went on for some time and Bryan said it really drew to a head when Eric made captain of the team and still had not been invited to join. Bryan and coach devised a plan to induct Eric into the Pigskins without frightening him off. It took time to seduce him and condition his mind to accept what all went on in the fraternity, but eventually with my help they succeeded. It was planned in advance that I’d keep Eric at my house after his induction ceremony if at all possible and Eric himself made it possible by insisting on coming home with Bryan instead of coming here. I nursed Eric during his recovery and held him while he drifted off to sleep. He told me that he wished he could have the same type of relationship with you that Bryan and I enjoy, so if you have ideas that you would like to have sex with him Alex, Eric is more than willing. I waited for Alex to say something but he sat in his chair watching me intently, almost in a trance or something. I waited.

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I sat there watching Carl after he’d finished his narrative. I really didn’t know what to say, or think for that matter. Most of my attention was battling with what I’ve learned tonight and the raging hard on between my legs. I’d only thought Eric’s story was hot. Lord have mercy. Listening to Carl talk about the rather mild D&S scene between him and Coach Thompson was enough to drive most anyone to distraction. My shorts were soaked and I had little doubt the moisture shown through to my slacks. “Well, say something for fuck’s sake.” Carl blurted out.

“Sorry, I was thinking. Damn!” I looked at him and smiled. “Do you know that I am so fucking horny right now I can’t think straight?” I laughed nervously. Carl and I have not done anything sexually in a very long time but there was still that shared bit of knowledge and experiences with each other that nothing will ever erase. “First I found out what was happening between Eric and his coaches, then I confronted Thompson with the evidence and came face to face with his aura of pure sexual magnetism – it’s almost palatable you know. Then I listened to Eric tell his story of what all happened and now your story on top of it all. I’m so horned up I’m almost jittery.” I confessed. “I thought Coaches Thompson and Madison were lovers.” I said.

“No, they fuck around a bit, mostly within the fraternity, but they are not lovers.” Carl said. “Concerning your problem…” he said pointedly looking down towards my cock hidden by the desk. “Want a blowjob? I take it we don’t have time for a full fuck fest, but I’d love to suck you off again bro.”

I studied him. Or rather I looked at him while I studied myself, my emotions, and the intense feelings emanating from my crotch. “Yes.” He didn’t say a word but walked around my desk as I pushed my chair back watching his muscular body navigate the soft carpet to my side of the mahogany barrier. He dropped to his knees in front of me and proceeded to unbuckle my belt. Our eyes stayed locked the whole time while I felt my zipper vibrate as he slowly pulled it down – almost teasingly. I felt the fabric of my slacks pull apart and then tug down as he gently urged me to let him strip my lower body. I eased my hips up allowing the soft material the room it needed to slide down and fall to my ankles. My cock felt cold when the outside air hit the wet head and I sucked in a breath. I sucked in a sharper breath when I felt him grasp my cock in his hand and stroke it a little before he looked down at my prong sucking it into his mouth. I gasped at the intense feeling of his soft lips and wet, hot tongue as they caressed my cock. First he only sucked on my uncut knob bunching the foreskin over the tip and slipping his tongue between my cock head and my skin. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he gently nursed my skin over his tongue. The sensation was almost too much and I feared I’d blow way too soon. The stories I’d listened to all night had me so hot it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge I’d been dancing along for more than nine hours. It’s been years since I’ve experienced edging and this was a massive reminder of just how intense it can be. “Oh God, suck it Carl. Suck my cock bro.” I cooed. “Fuck it’s been such a long time.”

He gently swallowed my cock in one gulp and I felt my knob slip into his throat. I hissed an intake of breath and held on tight trying to prevent my orgasm and just barely succeeded. My god this was driving me insane but I really didn’t want to cum only moments after my best friend took my cock into his mouth after such a long time. This man gave me my first blowjob and he’s only gotten more talented over time. I felt his tongue slipping up and down the length of my cock caressing my urethra and that tender spot where the foreskin attaches to the Glans penis before he plunged back down sinking my cock back into his throat. Considering how horned up I was it surprised me it took as long as it did to but my nuts, but after about fifteen minutes of his brilliant mouth sucking me, I flooded his throat and then his tongue and mouth with my hot sperm. Jet after jet shot into his mouth so quickly he couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep it from drooling down his cheeks and drip off his chin. It was a beautiful sight to look down into my lap and see my best friend sucking my cock again and I realized for the first time how much I wanted to share this sort of moment with my sons, not just Eric, but Alex also. When I finished blasting his tonsils with my spunk I leaned back and took a much needed sigh of relief. “God Carl, you don’t know how I’ve missed that. Thanks buddy.” I smiled at the ecstatic expression dressing his face. 

“No, thank you bro. I’ve wanted to do this for so long I feared it would never happen again.” He stood and pulled me to my feet steadying me with his hands before dropping to his knees in front of me. At first I thought he was going to suck me off again, but instead he grasped my shorts in his fist and pulled them slowly up stopping just before pulling them over my crotch. “God I’ve missed this.” He sighed and kissed my skin covered knob before pulling my shorts the rest of the way up. After arraigning my cock in my shorts to assure the best comfort he pulled my slacks up and fastened everything back to a presentable state.

“I think we need to call everyone in here and figure out a way to save face and keep Coaches Madison and Thompson alive and well, what do you think?” I asked.

“I think I have a plan that might work.” Carl said. That’s what I like about him, what I’ve always liked about him and why he was my primary and personal attorney. He always had ideas that worked all the kinks out of any wrinkle.

We discussed the ideas we both had for a while trying to formulate a plan before I pressed the black button on my desk and spoke softly. The intercom I had installed when the house was remodeled earlier this year is sensitive. Enough so that speaking loudly is no longer necessary. “Max, please bring everyone in here.” Releasing the button I sat in my chair and waited for my guard to comply. It didn’t take long before the door opened and six men filed into my office: Max followed by Steve Thompson, Fred Madison, Bobano, Eric, and Bryan, the last two slipped in looking uneasy as though they shouldn’t be there but they took a seat next to each other on the couch near the back of the office. The others sat where they could with Steve and Fred taking the chairs directly in front of my desk. “Carl and I have some ideas about how to handle this situation, but if anyone else has comments or suggestions now is the time to voice them. First I’d like you to hear what Carl and I have to say and after that you may share your thoughts. However, regardless of what action we choose one thing is perfectly clear: everyone has to be on the same page or it will not work. I’m not willing for this to fail because to do so could cost us all our lives. Does everyone understand the gravity of the situation?” I asked. Everyone nodded their heads not saying a word. Eric and Bryan looked down like they used to do when they were little after committing one of their capers knowing full well they’d get in trouble. I had to smile at the thought. They were so cute back when they were both towheaded little boys getting into trouble. 

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