Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:27:17 -0500 From: Sean Josh Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 8 Josh was tired as he finished the morning shift. He'd worked until eleven the previous evening, and the manager had offered him four more hours the following morning. He caught a ride into town with Mom, and locked his bike onto the wrack that they'd bought for her rear bumper. As the noon hour rang he glided down Main Street toward his favorite haunt. "You're thirty cents short J-boy." Jerry said working the counter at the coffee house. The lanky youth searched deep in his baggy pants for more errant coins. Long flaxen hair hung over his eyes and he tossed it back as he perused the contents of this pocket. Josh watched and yawned. He opened his wallet and tossed a five on the counter. "Give him a pop Jerry." Josh instructed. "Thanks." Beamed the boy turning to acknowledge Josh's kindness. "No big deal." Josh replied. They made a little awkward banter while Jerry poured the pop and made change. Josh couldn't help feeling he'd seen the boy before. When he picked up his pop from the counter he also retrieved a skateboard. The logo adorning the bottom jogged Josh's memory, and he smiled watching the skater walk away. He'd been Sean's first encounter at the park. "I know what you want." Jerry said breaking Josh's revelry. "You what...?" Josh panicked wondering if he'd been that obvious. "Iced Mocha, double shot and bit of macadamia." Jerry chanted as he began brewing the espresso. "Yeah, you know what I want." Josh chuckled watching the skater's ass as he walked toward the back room. Josh excused himself to the men's room. When he returned he took his drink and headed to the back room. The area housed a small stage for performances. On stage a young man played acoustic guitar. It wasn't a performance, more a practice session. Long deft fingers ran the length of the fret board. The guitar responded to fill the room with mellow sounds. The skater had flopped onto one of the couches that crowded the back wall of the space. Josh picked a table with a clean sight line to the couch. He slouched in his chair and splayed his legs wide. He was wearing baggy black slacks, part of the uniform for work. Josh watched the skater and listened to the music. The guitarist was very talented, and played a variety of songs some rock some guitar classics others from more contemporary artists. He was slightly embarrassed by the sudden appearance of an audience. He leaned over his instrument allowing his light brown bangs to hide his hazel eyes. He worked hard to stay focused on playing rather than allow his stage fright to inhibit his ability. The skater couldn't help notice Josh's attention. Each time he looked up it was to see the young blonde smiling at him. He liked what he saw; blonde, tall, fine features, warm smile and a long frame with big feet and hands. He couldn't tell at this distance, but he was sure he remembered blue eyes. As he made his appraisal his hand moved mindlessly over his abdomen. Josh watched attentively, and aped the movement. When the skater realized what Josh was doing his attention became riveted. Josh repeated the motion. This time his hand roamed from his belly to his crotch. He'd removed his boxers while in the bathroom, and now fisted his lengthening cock through the thin material of the baggy chinos. The skater watched intently. His baggy plaid shorts were beginning to tent. The public display was arousing him and his fevered mind searched for a place where he as the blonde might have some modicum of privacy. There were only two restrooms in the coffeehouse and they were in plain view of the front counter. His eyes scanned the room. The guitarist made a transition between songs and looked up to scan his small audience. The tension in the room seemed palpable. He noticed he'd lost their attention. Rather than watching him, or being busy with their own business, they seemed to be intently watching each other. He began to strum a tune he knew by heart as he continued to assay the scene. The blonde at the table was grinning. His hands were out of sight. The boy on the couch watched him intently. The skater noticed the guitarist gazing in his direction and shifted nervously trying to hide his growing excitement. The action focused attention on his discomfort, and momentarily highlighted his erection as the baggy material drew tight as he shifted. The guitarist nearly missed his chord change, and diverted his attention to the fret board. He focused on the song until he felt his composure returning, and then looked up at the blonde. The boy seemed to be moving in time with music. The thought soothed the guitarist. He noticed that the rhythm the boy was keeping was entirely based on the motion of his right arm. The arm, which disappeared beneath the lip of the table under which he slouched. Josh noticed his attention and smiled broadly at him. He slouched a little further and exaggerated his motion subtly. The guitarist once more studied his fret board intently focusing on his song. His heart raced and he could feel his own groin pressing against the wooden body of the vibrating guitar. It was a feeling he often found erotic, and now, with the situation unfolding before him, he was glad for the cover. The skater watched the tableau unfold. He wasn't sure if the blonde was teasing him, or actually coming on to the guitarist as well. He knew the guy on stage. His name was Danny. He played backup for a number of folksy types that performed at the coffee house on weekends. For the first time he looked at Danny and wondered. He was a little older, maybe twenty-five. He was tall and thin. Long legs stretched to the floor from the stool he perched on. His forearms showed flexing tendons and veins in bold relief. Clever fingers shifted through a complex dance on the polished ebony fret board. Josh cleared his throat. The skater's eyes shot back to find him glaring in his direction. His fist was clutching what had to be a very ample erection. Josh raised his eyebrows in query. The skater once more surveyed the room. He noticed the door to the cellar stair was ajar. Grabbing his backpack and board he headed to the door, and waiting to be sure Josh saw his egress and slipped through the door. Josh waited a moment. When the guitarist looked back his way he stood. Danny's playing slowed. Josh held his gaze for a long moment then looked toward the tabletop. He used his weight on the table's edge to draw the material of his slacks taught. The effect was to sandwich the length of his erect meat against his left thigh. When Josh was certain of the guitarist's notice he strolled to the cellar door. Looked once more toward the stage then stepped through. Originally the building had been a department store. The cellar had once been just another retail floor. It had long since been relegated to storage. But the stair still reflected the grandeur of the Victorian era that had created it. Broad steps of dark hardwood, smooth risers once a gleaming white, were bordered with richly detailed balusters. Now they were hung with the dust and cobwebs of neglect, and time had etched the polished wood to aged rustic beauty. To the left of the base of the stair was an ancient disused elevator; its sizzored gate partially off its track, and its ample brass work tarnished to a rich patina. The skater leaned in the elevator's open doorway. He'd shucked his shirt to reveal a slender well-defined torso. "I'm..." "J-boy." Josh replied. "I like that name." Josh moved slowly off the stairs. Looking deep into J-boy's eyes as he padded closer. J-boy was sure they were about to kiss, when Josh's hand grasped his erection hard. "Nice." Josh hissed bringing up his free hand to clutch at the boy's sack as well. He squeezed just hard enough to make him wince then released the pulsing prize. Josh demurred slightly, lowering his eyes. Then gently kissed the boy's lips. His fingertips fluttered up J-boy's sides then down his back to take possession of his ass. He squeezed the mounds and jammed their groins together, grinding on the boy as he snaked his tongue into J-boy's mouth. With practiced dexterity he popped the button on J-boys shorts, and in a deft moved lowered the zipper. The pants fell revealing tented boxers. Josh fished in the trap and drew out the dripping erection. He spread the liquid across the head and brought some to his lips sucking his middle finger clean and smearing the spooge from his index across J-boys lips. "You like to suck cock don't cha J-boy?" "Sure do," he panted in Josh's ear. Josh slipped his hands in J-boys boxers and grasped his firm buns. He ran a finger into the sweaty crack between them and began burrowing into the hot moist rosebud he found there. Josh bit his neck and then licked his way to the boy's ear. "We'll get to that, but I want to breed your fine ass." Josh whispered. J-boy froze. He experimented anally. A finger was exciting. He even had a few toys that he'd occasionally employed in explorations of his ass. But the equipment he'd seen Josh display didn't match anything he'd ever imagined entering him. "You scared J-boy? Afraid of what I showed ya?" Josh wondered. "Yes." The boy admitted. "You don't have to worry baby." Josh said guiding his hand to the hardness in his slacks. "Its long, but its not too thick." J-boy explored the pole he found. It was long. Longer than any cock he'd ever handled. The head was plump, but the shaft long and relatively slender. There was an old display table beside the elevator. Josh hopped up to sit on it. J-boy lowered his pants and the erect monster sprang up to slap Josh's belly. "Go ahead baby. You do what you want, and we'll see where we end up." J-boy took the long pole in both hand and stroked. There was nearly room for a third hand on the length. He squeezed the length and milked up gobs of precum. He leaned in capped the bulbous head with his lips, licking and slurping the bubbling ooze. He tugged Josh's pants off and groped his dangling balls. Then allowed his fingers to delve lower and massage the lump beneath his sack. Josh rewarded him with low moans and thrust to meet J-boy's sucking mouth. "You give great head J-boy." Josh raved. J-boy prided himself on the ability, and wanted to demonstrate his ability for this new stud. He pulled Josh's erection away from his body and began bobbing on it. Lower and lower he drove himself. The knob lodged into his gullet, and with practiced skill he relaxed and swallowed. The head and shaft slid deeper. Josh sighed and thrust gently. His hands came to rest on J-boy's head and his hips pushed back and forth reaming the talented undulating esophagus. With a grunt he pressed again and felt his balls slap J-boys smooth chin. He jammed himself homeward and flattened the boy's nose against his hard abs. After several short hard strokes deep in his throat Josh pulled free with a lewd slurping noise. He slapped the boy's pretty face hard with his saliva-coated erection. "You are a fine faggot!" Danny heard as he eased his way down the steps. He'd seen the two of them leave and been nearly overwhelmed by the blonde's obvious offer. After a few moments of attempting to continue practicing his curiosity had gotten the better of him. As he crept closer he could hear slurping and moaning clearly. He peered over the rail and nearly cried out at the sight. The skater was on his knees between the blonde's legs. The blonde had shed his pants. His long cock was bobbing against other boy's face, as the skater either sucked his balls or, maybe even his ass. Josh lay back against the table and pulled his knees to his chest. There was little doubt now as Danny watched the skater's tongue lap at the blonde's exposed asshole. Danny looked up the stairway but could see nothing but darkness at the head of the stairs. He was wearing sweat pants and groped himself as he continued to watch the two boys below him. "You want that hole J-boy? It's a fine piece of ass. C'mon studly show me how you use that motor." J-boy got to his feet. He pulled Josh's ass off the edge of the table and lifted Josh's knees to his shoulders. He fit the head of his cock to the blonde's hole and shoved. Josh growled. J-boy quivered. Danny bit his hand to stop from moaning. He'd lowered his sweats to release his aching cock. Six stout inches popped in and out of his fist in time with J-boy's thrusting hips. "Too close," J-boy moaned, "too much, noooo..." Jerry was making a customary sweep of the coffee house; picking up empties. Making sure things were in order. As he moved toward the back room he noticed the music had stopped. Danny had been practicing for hours. He peeked in and was surprised to find the room empty. He was sure Josh had come back here, and hadn't the skater as well? The amp was still on, and Danny's guitar was in the stand. He looked into the smoker's room and finding no one there. He tried the cellar door, which was unlocked. "Do it baby. You're hot for it, fill me up." Josh grunted loudly as J-boy's hips blurred and his cock exploded into the rippling channel. The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoed through the cellar. J-boy cried out with the onset of orgasm and then grunted with each wave that followed. Danny stroked furiously watching the event caught between his lust and the need to remain hidden. From the top of the stair Jerry could just make out Danny standing at the left hand rail. He called his name but Danny didn't hear him. He started down the stair when he noticed something that made his cock lurch. Danny's sweats were down exposing his ass. An ass Jerry had dreamed about. "Too quick. I came too damn quick." J-boy moaned into Josh's shoulder. "No such thing." Josh said hugging him hard. "You come when you come. The only shame is not getting your nut when you need it. But a hot thing like you shouldn't have any problems there." Jerry recognized Josh's voice. He knew about Josh. He'd seen him and Derrick being frisky on too many occasions not to know. It wasn't that they weren't of interest; it was that they were too young, and he wasn't willing to be incarcerated or ostracized to satisfy his needs. Danny however was another story. He moved to the right side of the broad stair and continued to descend. Even at twenty-five Danny's ass was nearly smooth. He was panting visibly, but had released his dripping cock as the action below had momentarily quieted. "You didn't get yours yet." J-boy realized gingerly touching Josh's hard cock. "Nah I didn't, but you almost got it for me." Josh said flexing his hole on the half hard cock still lodged in it. J-boy shuddered and sighed. The sensation brought a new burst of rigidity to his flagging meat. He pressed gently forward and slid deeper. "Oh yeah studly. You ready to go again?" Josh wondered. Josh flexed his anus again. J-boy hips responded reflexively. Josh rolled his hips and grasped again. "Can't!" J-boy protested pulling free. "Too much." Josh hopped to his feet and kissed the boy deep. They wrapped one another in a fevered embrace as tongues dueled and bodies thrashed. Slowly Josh guided them to the concrete floor. Once atop J-boy he straddled the boy's middle and took hold of his hard cock. With an evil grin he guided it to his hole and sat back on the object of his desire. J-boy shuddered. Josh rolled his hips. The cock slid deeper. Danny moved back to the rail to watch the proceedings. Jerry moved closer. Danny began to stroke anew as the grunts and moans once more arose from the floor beneath him. The two teens were fucking again, only minutes after just having come to an explosive orgasm. There was a touch at Danny's side. He jumped as it came again this time gently groping his balls. Jerry quieted him kneeling beside him and quickly beginning to stroke his stout cock. Danny tried to resist, but the combination of the feeling and action taking place below him stole what little will he had to resist. He watched Jerry move around him. Jerry was short. Maybe five-five, but for his size he had a magnificent build, blue black hair with a natural wave, ebony eyes, and handsome features. He licked the tip of Danny's cock before taking the head and then most of the shaft between his lips. The sensation was electrifying and Danny continued to watch the two boys on the floor below as Jerry serviced him. J-boy whimpered and moaned. He felt like orgasm had never ended. His body arched and thrusted of it own accord. Josh growled and ground his ass on the cock in his bowel with evident glee. His own prodigious meat slapped against J-boy's belly with each thrust and roll of their bodies. The leakage puddled in J-boy's navel and dripped off his sides to the floor. "Oh yeah." Josh growled. "You're gonna make me shoot." He grasped J-boy around the shoulders and together they rolled bring Josh to his back with J-boy atop him. Josh lifted his legs. He brought them high over his head. "C'mon J-boy. Be my stud. My pussy wants it bad." Josh upturned butt was splayed wide open. The crack was dripping with cum and sweat, and hole itself gapped and pulsed visibly. "Please." Josh begged rolling his ass up higher. J-boy staggered to his feet. He needed to stand over Josh to access the hole. He fit himself to the gaping orifice and thrust. Josh grunted his appreciation. Taking hold of his own knees he pulled his hips downward. J-boy unknowingly assisted as his thrust pressed Josh's cock into his own mouth. Danny gasped at the sight. J-boy fucked the blonde fiercely as the boy sucked himself. He grunted long and loud shooting huge load into Jerry's sucking mouth. Josh was gulping down his own rich cum. The power of the boy above him jammed his cock in and out of his mouth as the flood filled him. The orgasm caused Josh's ass to clutch and flutter around the invader pummeling its depth. The new ministrations brought J-boy into his heat and he shivered and moaned filling Josh's ass with a second momentous cum. He staggered back from the boy; the last few spurts jetting to the concrete floor. Once more he rested against the elevator doorway. Now wearing nothing but his sneakers. "Not a bad start." Josh said licking the cum from his lips. "Start?" J-boy marveled. "Oh yeah." I told you I want to breed that fine ass." J-boy smiled, thinking that with this boy it might be possible. Danny was sitting on the stairs catching his breath as Jerry licked the last of his discharges from his mustache. He nodded toward the top of the stairs and pressed a finger to his lips as he began to creep upward. The stairs creaked ominously as Danny rose. "You two don't want to stay and watch the rest of the show?" Josh wondered. Jerry and Danny looked at one other not sure if they should run or laugh. Josh just shrugged pulling J-boy close. He wondered if they should introduce themselves, but decided it might just spoil the mood.