Date: Thu, 25 May 2023 19:58:59 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: "Wrong Side of the Tracks" Part 19 Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I lose interest when you lose interest. Let me know how I'm doing! Love it when you guys tell me your cocks are dripping while you're reading the stories. Smelling your own funk from your pits or finger banging your holes. Keeps me writing! If any of my valued readers live in the Palm Springs area please let me know how it's changed. I heard from another reader that the Warm Sands area is merely a shell of what it used to be. That is sad to me. I had some really good times in that neighborhood. studbluecollar@gmail.com. Thanks for the continued support. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Nothing more. Live life how you wish on your own terms and do not judge others. Life is too short. Where we left them: "No you won't and that's an order. I need your cock inside of me. Just don't grab onto my thigh. Just my hip. I want you to be where Shay has been. Where my brother also left multiple loads in me. I need you to claim it. Make it yours." Boady said. "Fuck babe. The way you're talking..." Gabe started. "Too fucked up for you?" Boady asked. "Fuck no! Just makes me hotter for you." Gabe said as he got off the bed and got onto Boady's other side. Boady laid on his good side. His bandaged side pointing up to the ceiling. "I didn't prepare. If it gets too gross..." Boady started to say. "I'll keep going then I'll give you a bath." Gabe said. "Nothing bothers you." Boady noted. "The only thing that would bother me is if I hurt you while fucking you. So let's be careful if we're going to do this." Gabe said. "Sir yes sir" Boady laughed. "Now make me yours." "I don't have to do something that is already done. But I don't mind solidifying it." Gabe said as he moved behind Boady. "Wrong Side of the Tracks" Part 19:: Rory laid in bed looking over at Philip. Philip was laying nude on his back with one arm behind his head and the other on the bed. His ample tanned chest raised up and down as he breathed deeply. His biceps were still swollen from the workout the night before. He loved Philip more than anyone. Philip had it all. Looks, strength and brains. But their backgrounds were so different. Rory could afford to step back and take a break. Philip had a drive because of his rough upbringing. Philip needed to get things done. Even with the assistance from Pat and Rory, Philip didn't want to stay idle. Rory, not so much. They were in their small two bedroom apartment. The other bedroom belonged to Sean (Billy's son). Not that they kept the boundaries of the bedrooms clear. The three guys were thick as thieves and were as intimate as three college boys could be. They were family just as much as they were lovers. But Rory and Philip were a couple whose union had been tested time and time again. Philip even had a relationship with Pat for a while, Rory's dad. But somehow it always ended up being Rory and Philip. Just as Pat always found his way back to Shay. And Casey. Rory was leaving for the summer now that their spring semester was up. He was going back home. He felt a little lost as far as school was concerned. He thought he had it all locked down when they started last fall but doubts clouded his mind. Philip, however, was where he wanted to be and relished in it. Remembering his hard upbringing Philip was thankful everyday for his opportunities and made the best of them. Philip was going to stay and work through the summer and then he had football practice that started in July. He planned on being home for a couple of long weekends but that was it. He was otherwise committed throughout the summer. Rory was on the wrestling team but didn't have any commitments until August. By then he hoped to have his shit together about a major. Right now he changed his mind so often his coaches were concerned about his grades. So, he figured a good couple of months at home would get his head on straight. He planned on having long conversations with Shay and Jason. They were the most level headed out of the whole bunch. Shay may have the crazy gene but deep down he was really smart. And Jason was everyone's mentor. He often wished Jason and Patrick lived with them but the main house was already crowded. Philip opened his eyes and looked over at Rory, "Babe? Are you overthinking again?" Philip asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I'm trying not to. How do you have it so together? Everytime I think about school I get dizzy." Rory said. Philip was signed up for pre-law classes and had a good advisor that helped him steer through the courses. Rory wished he was as decisive as Philip. "Come here." Philip took Rory into his arms. He loved Rory more than anyone he has ever loved in his life. Everything they have gone through in the past couple of years made their bond even tighter. "Your grades are good, great in fact. And you will figure this out. You have all summer. And you have till August first to change your schedule. A lot of people go through this Rory. Thinking they are set on one thing until they actually get to college. Then they actually start talking to others and find out that wasn't really what they wanted. It's normal." "It didn't happen to you." Rory pointed out. "And that's normal too. Everyone finds their own path. But you know, if it wasn't for you and your dad my path would have been awful muddy. I owe you both my life. And I'm here for you. Tell me what you need from me and I will make it happen." Philip said. "I wish it was that easy. But you saying it helps a lot." Then Rory sighed, " I'm going to leave in the morning. But don't let dad know. I'm going to take a detour to Brentwood. I haven't been there since dad and I left. Maybe I'll find some answers by going through my mom and step dad's things." "I can't believe you left everything the way it was. What does Pat say about that?" Philip asked. "I don't even know if he thinks about it. We never have discussed it. At first I was going to have the lawyer clean out the house and then sell it. But after we got to the desert I told the lawyer to hold off. That I may want to go through things. I never told dad. Never really thought about it again." Rory said as he stared at a blank wall. "It must be costing you a lot." Philip said. "Dr. Phillip was flush. I never knew till I got the first statement of the estate." Then Rory looked at Philip. "I never realized that you have the same first name. But he spelled it with two L's. How did I not notice that?" "Does it make you feel weird?" Philip asked. "No, just wondering why I never thought of it. Oh well." Rory said as he got out of bed, "I'm going to get ready to go tomorrow. And then we can spend the rest of the day together." "I'll miss you next to me." Philip said. "I'm sure Sean will keep my spot warm." Rory giggled. "It won't be the same and you know it. But he does have a rocking ass." Philip jokes. "Asshole," Rory said before throwing a pillow at Philip. "That is still my cock." He said as he pointed towards Philip's cock that was heavily laying across his balls. More thickness than usual but not hard. Philip pointed at Rory's bubble butt and said, "Still my cunt!" "Duh. Now get up. We have shit to do then we have to get to bed early so you can show me how much you're going to miss me." Rory ordered. Philip and Rory spent the whole day together. And then they had an incredible night together, just the two of them. Philip loaded him up three times. In the morning Rory loaded up his jeep and headed to LA. Once Rory left Philip kept his promise and didn't call Pat. But he did call Shay at the motel. He asked Shay not to say anything to Pat but he was concerned about Rory spending time alone in his mom's old house. He asked what he should do. "Don't worry, stud. I'll handle it. If I go it will raise suspicions with Pat. I don't want him to worry yet. But I'll see if Casey can go." Shay said, "And don't worry. I won't tell Pat anything until there is something to tell him. Right now all Rory is doing is taking a detour home." Philip sighed with relief and said, "Thank you Shay. Keep me posted. I love that little shit." "You and I both, brother. Don't worry about anything. We have this. Miss you boy." Shay added. "Miss all of you too!" Philip said before they hung up. Shay went over to the house and found Casey. He had just gotten home from the windmill farm. "Hey brother, can we talk?" "Sure stud, what's up?" Casey said as he stripped down his jeans while sitting on the king size bed he shared with Shay and Pat. Casey did take a pause however. It was unusual for Shay to ask if they could talk. Usually they just did. As they became more of a truple they became much more casual with each other in all aspects of their lives. "Well, if this wasn't important, I would be. You stink ripe, brother. I want to eat you alive." Shay said looking at Casey like he was a T-bone. "Nothing stopping you." Casey chuckled. "Well, yeah there is. It's Rory." Shay said. His demeanor is getting serious. Casey stood up with his jeans around his ankles, "What's wrong?" His face betrayed a bit of fear and a lot of questions. They all took the welfare of the boys very seriously. Bash, his own son. Rory, Pat's son. Philip, of course. And the rest of the boys from their extended family in the desert. "Hold on, brother. Nothing yet. Philip called with concern though. Doesn't want Pat to know, yet." He took a deep breath and put his hand on Casey's ample shoulder. He caressed the man's skin fondly. "Philip said that Rory decided to take a detour to LA. To Brentwood. To stop at his old house. He thought he might be going through his parents' stuff, papers, and was worried about him being alone." Casey looked at the floor and said, "Why did he keep that place?" Then he looked at Shay, "I'll go right now. Ask Gabe to go with me. Boady is off training for the FBI." Casey said, quickly relieving himself of his jeans and looking for a pair of shorts. "Gabe is free?" Shay asked. Shay knew that Casey and Gabe were becoming fast friends. And, ever since Gabe hooked up with Boady the couple have been a regular fixture around here. But Gabe worked full time as an Indio Police Officer. "Took some PTO before he lost it. He has five days off with nothing to do. Badly timed since Boady is out of town." Casey said. Patrick Murphy had taken Boady under his wing as well and got him into the FBI as a field agent. He thought his talents were being wasted as a prison transport guard. Gabe, of course, supported him all the way. He was totally in love with Boady. And Boady with him. That didn't stop them from enjoying their friends whenever the opportunity came up, however. The training was for 20 weeks. "Gabe is going crazy without Boady around. So this will be a good diversion for him." Casey continued. "Perfect. Do you mind?" Shay asked. "Hell no, brother. This is family. I'm sure Gabe will feel the same way. I'll call in for the next few days. It's fucking hot out there anyway. Could use a few days off. I'll call Gabe." Casey fished his phone out of his discarded jeans and pushed Gabe's contact. "Hey man, up for a road trip?" Then Casey went ahead and explained. Gabe was all in. Shay and Casey agreed that all Shay would say to Pat was that Gabe had a few days off so he and Casey went to the coast. He wouldn't elaborate. Casey took a backpack with hardly anything in it and put on his old board shorts and flips. He carried a tee shirt with him. After saying goodbye to Shay and calling Bash to let him know he and Gabe were taking a road trip. He didn't tell Bash the whole story either. He loved his son but he would talk. Casey was soon on his way to pick up Gabe. When he arrived at Gabe's place Gabe was standing out in front with almost the same outfit on except he was actually wearing a tee shirt. But the tee shirt had the sides cut down to the bottom hem. There was hardly any material left in the front or the back. Both his nipples showing on a thick muscular chest with huge arms on display. Casey momentarily had some nasty thoughts. They were becoming good friends but Casey couldn't help about thinking of Gabe being inside of him now and then. Not many he would bottom for but Gabe was at the top of the list. "Rory's not going to be able to control himself around you, brother. I'm not sure I can." Casey said as Gabe opened up the passenger door to the truck and climbed in. The four wheel drive was a bit taller than most trucks. Casey caught the man's scent just then. Clean but beginning to ripen. Like he took a shower but stood out in the sun too long or worked out a little. Whatever it was was making Casey twitch in his shorts. "Oh yeah? Wanna roll around with old Gabe?" Gabe asked while grinning. "You know it, brother. You know it." Casey smirked and headed down the road. He had already put the Brentwood address into his GPS. The trip was over three hours. After about twenty minutes Casey said, after some small talk, "Sit back and relax man. It's a long haul." Gabe kicked off his flips and took off his shirt and then unbuttoned his board shorts and pulled the Velcro apart. Then he slid his shorts onto the floor board. "Don't mind if I do." Gabe usually dropped his clothes if it was even hinted that it was alright to do so. A natural exhibitionist. "Fuck man. Want me to wreck?" Casey was almost as naked. He had long ago kicked off his flips and he had never put on his shirt. But his board shorts were securely on. "No. But can we turn off the air and put the windows down? I want to feel the hot air on my balls." Gabe grinned back at him. "Fuckers going to get us arrested. Fine. But before this trip is over it's you and me bud. I want my mouth all over you." Casey said. "Like you even have to ask. A big guy like you usually isn't my type but I'm growing really fond of you. Could make you my side piece." Gabe joked. Casey laughed and said, "You wanna fuck me or something?" "No doubt, brother. But I want to chow down on that muscle ass first." Gabe said, "Then I want to leave a nice big load inside of you so you don't forget how fond of you I am." "Fuck!" Casey said as he took the 79 highway exit past Beaumont. "What the fuck you doing?" Gabe asked in surprise. "I want that load now fucker!" Casey said as he drove to the road for Lamb Canyon Trailhead. At the fork in the dirt road he went left and drove to the end of it. He pulled in between a couple of trees off the dirt road. It was in the middle of nowhere. Once the dust settled no one would know they were there. He shut off the truck, pulled down his shorts and got out. His bare feet hitting the hot desert dirt/sand mixture. Casey was keeping the look out for thorns and rocks. "Get out!", he ordered. Gabe, still naked, climbed out of his side as Casey came around the truck. As soon as Casey got to the passenger side he leaned over the passenger seat and spread his legs as far as he could. His feet are still burning in the dirt. "What are you waiting for?", asked impatiently. "You sure about this fucker? Once I fuck you I'll want it again." Gabe said as he felt the outline of Casey's muscular right butt cheek. Casey looked back at him and asked, "Did you think I would say no? Take my ass anytime you want, brother. I love Pat and Shay but my ass and cock are available anytime for you." "Right back at you, brother." Gabe said. Surprised Casey asked, "I can fuck you too?" "Having you on top of me is one of my fantasies too bro." Gabe said as he squatted down to gnaw on Casey's hole. Then he pulled back just a bit. "My heart belongs to Boady but you have wormed your way into it as well. Like I said, I'm fond of you, very fond." Then he dove back into Casey's hole. "Ugggh, me too fucker. Fuck! You know how to eat a hole." Casey yelled out as he felt Gabe's tongue deep inside of him. Casey felt Gabe move away and then stand up behind him. He heard Gabe spit on his own cock and then felt the head at his hole. "I know how to fuck too. You got any lube in this vehicle?" "Glovebox", was all Casey said. And then he opened the glove box and took out a travel size tube of lube and a bottle of poppers. He was always prepared. But usually he was the top. Gabe slathered his cock in lube and then, before he fingered some into Casey he squatted down again and ate some more ass. He couldn't get enough of the sweaty, tangy hole. He wasn't only smitten with Casey but he was falling in love with the man's cunt. He was pleased to hear Casey's grunts of approval while Casey was getting poppered up. Soon Gabe stood up again and prepared Casey a bit more with some lube. Then he put the head of his cock at the man's hole and eased it in. "Going to make you my slut. A stand in for Boady. Keep you naked and well fucked." "You're one of the few that could get away with it. Uggh, fucker! So big!" Casey yelled out when Gabe pushed in. "That's only the head fucker. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. The heat inside of you is intense. This is definitely not the only time." Gabe said, taking his time sliding into Casey. "I may learn to like big guys more than I thought." "Awwe fuck! I may like getting fucked more than I thought. I already like you inside of me." Casey said. "I'm barely halfway in. But don't worry. Going to bury it deep." Gabe said. "Fuck dude? Halfway? That old saying, it feels like a baseball bat already, applies." Then Casey stood up a bit and looked back, "You can at least kiss a brother." Gabe leaned down as he slid in further and put his hand on Casey's cheek and pulled his face towards his own. "I don't mind if I do, fucker. You make me crazy, brother." "Right back at you," Casey said before their lips touched. It wasn't an ideal position to be in but they made it work. After a few moments Gabe pulled back and held Casey's mouth open with his thumb. Then he spit into Casey's mouth. Casey actually moaned. Gabe was pleasantly surprised that Casey was into it. "Fuck yeah. My bitch." Gabe said with a smirk. "Fuck you!" Casey said, but without much force. He was almost grinning. He couldn't deny he was into being used by Gabe. The fucker was hot. At the same time that Gabe was fucking Casey out in the desert Rory was pulling into the driveway of his Mother and Phillip's house. Well, his, now. He had rolled out of his old bed this morning and knew the first thing on his list was to go to the grocery store. There was not even a crumb left in the house since it had been cleaned out over two years ago. He couldn't believe it had only been two years. As he pulled into the driveway he looked over at Old Dr. Washington's driveway and saw a really well built, tall, and handsome black man washing his Mercedes SUV with short athletic shorts on. His hair was really short. Almost buzzed all the way off. But his body was hairless. Just muscle. He knew Dr. Washington had a son that was in the NFL but he had never seen him before. He wondered if it was him. Dr. Washington's wife had died several years ago. And where was Dr. Washington? Rory got out of the Jeep in his board shorts, tee shirt that was cut down the sides to the hem, much like Gabe was wearing, and flips. He had almost taken off the shirt on the way home but still had PTSD from the way his parents said he should dress in Brentwood. But the neighbor didn't seem to care about the Brentwood dress code. All he had on was those short athletic shorts with not even shoes. With a bulge that Rory couldn't help to notice. He was surprised, but Dr. Washington was never as prudish as Rory's parents were. So his son probably wasn't either. Rory went to the back of the Jeep and grabbed the two bags of groceries. Just as he lifted them up he heard, "Hey there!" Rory turned towards the voice and said, "Hi" "Are you Rory?" The man asked. "Yes, I am. Are you Dr. Washington's son?" Rory asked. "Yeah, but dad died about 7 months ago. I've been living here since then. It's my home base now." The neighbor said. Rory was trying to remember if Dr. Washington had ever said his son's name. "I'm sorry for your loss. Your dad was a really cool guy. I hadn't heard anything. I'm sorry." Rory really didn't know what to say. "I should be saying the same to you and then some. What happened to your parents was insane. I couldn't imagine what you must have gone through." The neighbor started to walk towards him after he turned off the hose. His bare feet splashing through the water. Rory couldn't help but notice the sheen of sweat on the man's ebony skin. "Thanks. Um, I'm having the hardest time remembering your name. I'm sorry." Rory said. "Well, we've never met in person, so it's understandable. And I only knew yours because dad couldn't get over what happened to your parents. He was shocked until the day he died. I'm Kenny." Kenny said. "Hi Kenny. You play for the Chargers, right?" Rory asked. He couldn't help looking at the man's chest and arms. He didn't know what position Kenny played but he knew what position he wanted him in. And it had to do with Rory being underneath him. "I got traded this year to the Raiders. I'm headed to Vegas for training next week. I'll be back on most weekends until preseason. Then off and on. Are you going to live here now?" Kenny asked as he got to within a couple of feet of Rory. "Um, no, I, um, just a few days. Then I'm going back to the desert to my dad's. Not sure after that. College is kicking my ass." Rory said. Kenny looked confused for a moment and then it was like a light bulb went off, "Oh yeah, Phillip wasn't your real dad. I forgot about that. So are you and your real dad close?" "We are now. After mom died he really came through for me. We've been tight ever since." Rory was happy to talk about his dad and be distracted away from Kenny's chest. "He lives in Palm Springs. Well, I did too, till I went to college. I really miss the desert." "Cool. Are you going to keep the house? It would be a shame to sell it. I like knowing who my neighbors are." Kenny said. He was standing a lot closer. Then he said, before Rory had a chance to answer, "Why don't you get the groceries put away. We can take a dip in my pool. I know yours has been closed the past couple of years. We can talk." "I really don't have anything to swim in..." Rory started. Not that Rory cared. But the stud in front of him might. "Neither do I, just come on over when you're done. I'll be out back. Don't be shy." Kenny said with a grin as he walked back towards his car to put the cleaning supplies away. "I'll even grill hamburgers for you." Rory just stood there in shock, sort of. Did Kenny just suggest they would be skinny dipping? He hoped so. He would really like to see that meat up close and personal. But the guy was an NFL player. He doubted it would be anymore than that. Would it? "Is an hour alright?" he asked. He would at least be prepared just in case. "Perfect. The sun will be in the perfect position by then." Kenny said, "I'm looking forward to your company, Rory. We could become good neighbors and fast friends." Kenny said as he walked into the garage. Then Rory heard the garage door close as he headed into his own house. He quickly put away the groceries. Both houses were 4 bedroom ranch style houses built in the early sixties. Back when Brentwood was much more cookie cutter. But both homes had also been renovated. New windows, new doors/garage doors, new stucco and modern trim treatments. Neither home looked dull. And they both lived on Westridge Terrace. The houses backed up to a hill, overlooking Horse Trail, and no one could build behind them. Rory knew he had prime property. But he didn't need the money and wasn't in any hurry to sell. Besides, whoever bought it would tear it down and build something twice or three times the size like many other properties in the neighborhood had done. The lawyer, Brad, Philip's friend, had told him in the last year his house was worth about three million the way it was. He figured Kenny's was about the same. He knew they both had a pool in the backyard. But Phillip had opted for a complete concrete terrace around the pool with planters. He remembered that Dr. Washington had decided on minimal terraces with lots of tropical foliage. As Rory went into the bathroom to clean out he wondered how much it would cost to tear out some of the terrace and put more foliage. Maybe he could get some bids. He wasn't sure why he was thinking this way. It was almost like he wanted to move back in here. But start a clean slate. Brad already had a liquidation service take care of all the furniture and belongings in every room except Rory's and Philip's office. It was at Rory's request. The only thing left was a desk and chair and photo albums and papers in Philip's office. The house was vacant but very clean. Brad also had a service come in once a month. After Rory was done with the "Dance of the Seven Waterfalls" (Philip always teased him and came up with the name because of how long Rory took to clean out. But Rory defended himself by saying it was best to be sure) he put back on his board shorts. He thought about a shirt but somehow thought that it wasn't necessary. Afterall Kenny seemed like a showoff. Might as well join him. Rory neglected shoes too. There was a sidewalk at the street and between the two houses. There was no reason. Hell, Rory could be naked the way the sidewalk between the two houses was situated. Back by their gates with large bushes in front of them. Rory's parents were friends of Dr. Washington's and they often had dinners together or one or the other would throw a cocktail party. Rory made sure the front of the house was locked up and went out through the back. Then he went out his side gate and then went into Kenny's side gate. It only took moments. As he walked back through the foliage he came upon Kenny's covered patio where Kenny was laying on a chaise lounge nude. There was a pitcher of margaritas next to him with two glasses. Kenny noticed him right away. "You're overdressed." Kenny said with a grin. "I wasn't sure....I..." Rory wasn't sure about a lot of things at this point. But he was becoming more sure that he was glad he cleaned out. "The way our gates are situated you never have to worry about it again. Now be a good guest and drop those drawers." Kenny said. "Yes sir" Rory said, all of a sudden a lot calmer. Lord knows he likes to be naked in front of sexy men. And this guy Kenny was sexy as hell. The way his thick piece of meat laid across his balls was giving Rory goosebumps. Rory opened up the Velcro and let his shorts fall right where he was and then stepped out of them. "I planned on staying naked while I was home anyway. Nice to know I have options on which yard I do it in." "I'm not shy, bro. And neither should you be. Look at that ass. Fuck!" Kenny said, still grinning. "So I guess we're on the same page? Because I feel the same way about your cock." Rory said. "Oh yeah baby, we're on the same page. Believe me. In public I have a girl on each arm. But at home I want a muscle cub like you hanging off my cock every chance I get." Kenny explained while rubbing on his own meat a bit. Part Twenty? 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