Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2014 15:14:37 -0500
From: Marcus Fabius <marcfab42@gmail.com>
Subject: Life With Bryce: Zach Bums a Ride

Life With Bryce: Zach Bums a Ride
By Marc Fab

    It's 9pm Friday, and I'm driving down the highway with Bryce in the
seat next to me, heading to pick up a friend of his.  My name is Conner.
I'm 27 with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body kept fit but not
over-buffed by 3 trips to the gym a week.  Bryce is about 8 years my
junior.  He has blonde hair, light brown eyes, and a body kept trim by
youthful energy and whatever he does while I'm at work.  We met at a club a
year or so ago and chatted.  I enjoyed a laugh with him and thought he was
cute, but as we were both with other people at the time, didn't think much
of the encounter.  Over the next few weeks I saw him a few other times at
the same spot, our similarly dark senses of humor led to a friendship and
our shared tastes in the bedroom led to a relationship.  A couple of months
ago Bryce moved in with me.  My condo is large enough for two, and in a
much nicer area than he'd be able to afford on his wages and tips from
waiting tables.

    Our current trip to meet Bryce's friend, Zach, was brought on by a
conversation we'd had the previous week.  Zach is about Bryce's age.  They
met online when they were 15 (Bryce meets a lot of people online, and has a
multitude of stories about them, many involving him), talking out the parts
of their lives they found difficult to share with family or friends from
school.  They went on a few dates over the next couple of years, but as
neither of them drove they couldn't get together much.  According to Bryce,
they had sex just once, on a friend's couch, while said friend peeped from
the kitchen.  Bryce still speaks to Zach occasionally.  Apparently Zach is
now employed at Flavor, a small clothing store that caters to teens and the
college-aged, about a 20 minute drive from where we live.  He is living at
home with his mother and younger siblings, and still does not drive.  Since
bus service near his job is minimal, and cabs when used eat up too much of
his paycheck, Zach bums rides from friends and acquaintances as often as
possible.  Bryce was eager to relate a tale of a recent ride from a guy
Zach had met on one of his phone apps.

    Apparently, Zach and this guy (I don't know his name, let's call him
Tony) had been chatting and exchanging pictures for about 2 weeks.  They
had not actually met in person until Tony (responding to a request from
Zach) picked Zach up from work one night.  They had made out a little in
the car outside the store, and Tony was trying to talk Zach into coming
home with him.  Zach, apparently not all that into it now that they had met
face-to-face, made excuses about being tired and tonight not being a good
night.  He asked Zach to take him home and they'd go out another evening.
As Bryce tells it, they got about half way to Zach's house, and Tony pulled
off into a dark corner of a parking lot by a closed grocery store.  He
looked Zach in the eyes and told him they weren't going anywhere until Zach
blew him.  When Zach told the story to Bryce, he said that at the time he
was a little angry, a little scared, and mostly just at a loss about what
to do.  So, he blew the guy.  He said that he was embarrassed and annoyed,
but also found himself getting turned on by Tony's successful domination
(something Bryce could easily relate to).  By the time Tony came, Zach was
hard as a rock himself, though in his confusion he did what he could to
hide this from Tony.  As Bryce was telling me the story, I could see that
he was turned on.  We started making up our own, "what if this had
happened" variations on the event, and wound up in a sweaty pile on the
couch before long.

    Tonight, Bryce has volunteered us to be Zach's ride home.  He didn't
tell Zach that we have plans beyond just that short trip.  Tonight we'll
make one of our imagined scenarios a reality.  We pulled up in front of
Flavor about 45 minutes before closing.  Zach is the only employee working
at that hour.  He is in the midst of clean-up and keeping an eye on 2
late-shoppers when we enter.  As Bryce greets his friend and introduces us,
I size Zach up.  He has light brown hair, dark eyes, and is a little
shorter than Bryce.  From what I can see, combined with what Bryce had told
me, I can tell that Zach is not my usual physical type (of course there's
much more to attraction and arousal than just a person's body).  He is
slender, with low muscle tone and almost no body hair.  He is dressed in a
trendy, layered, ever-so-slightly feminine combination of clothes assembled
from that season's stock at Flavor.  Eventually, the last customer leaves,
closing time comes, and Zach locks the doors and begins his closing routine
behind the counter.

    "Check out the cash he moves through the place," I said, nudging
Bryce.  "Is that how he pays for all these rides home?"

    "Oh, he never pays for them, just tips," Bryce countered.  Zach laughed
a little, shooting Bryce what was probably intended as a stern look.
Meanwhile, we were moving closer to Zach's position behind the counter as
we spoke.

    "Everyone pays, I'm sure I can find something he has that we want."
I'm standing directly behind Zach now, and move my hand down to caress his
hip.  "What have you got, Zach?"

    "I don't . . . I mean . . . ."  Zach's face colors as he searches for a
response, I cut off his stammering before he can build up any verbal
momentum.

    "I think we can start by finding a better use for those lips."  I use
the hand on his hip to turn Zach 90 degrees, so he's facing Bryce.  I slide
my hand up to his shoulder, and gently urge him to his knees.  Bryce
already has an anticipatory bulge pushing out the front of his jeans, and
steps forward to present this directly to his friend's face.  For a moment,
neither of them moves, Bryce apparently waiting for Zach to make the move,
and Zach still somewhat dazed.  I reach around Zach's head to unbutton
Bryce's pants.  As I shift them down around his hips, his erection springs
proudly to, inches from Zach's face.  My hands guide the two together,
Zach's mouth opening at the last moment as Bryce gives a relieved moan.  I
use my hand to urge Zach's head up and down Bryce's length, until I'm
confident in his rhythm.  Then I step back to surreptitiously snap a
picture with my cell phone.

    "That's a good beginning Zach; I like what you're doing there.  I
think, though, that a good cocksucker shouldn't be wearing more clothes
than we are."  I kneel behind him, sliding the open button-down he's
wearing off of his arms and tossing is aside.  Then I pull his t-shirt out
of his pants.  My hand slides up his stomach as I move the cotton slowly up
his torso.  I have to push his arms up before finally removing it over his
head.  Bryce's spit-shined erection is visible now, and I manage to get
another quick picture of the two of them: Bryce with both hands on Zach's
head ( he'd topless now, but for a necklace on a thin band of black
leather), pulling him back to work.  Zach's exposed torso is very thin and
pale.  As I mentioned before, he's a bit too boyish for my taste, though I
can see what others are attracted to.  The only visible hair, outside of
his head, is beneath his arms.  While he's definitely not fat, there is a
slight swell to his belly, showing obviously that he doesn't work out.  His
nipples are small, and I reached around to play with them, as I moved to
press against Zach's back.

    A strangled grunt comes from Zach's throat as I pinch his nipples.
Whether this is from pleasure or pain is difficult to tell, as Bryce keeps
his mouth too busy for coherence.  Still, they harden beneath my touch and
the heat radiating from his skin reveals his excitement to my hands, as
they roam his torso.

    "You're liking this, Zachie-boy.  Bryce has a sweet cock, I know.  But
you're in for a double treat tonight."  Bryce has shed his own tee shirt,
and is looking down on his friend with a lust tinged with growing
anticipation.  I stood up and moved in for a kiss with Bryce.   The feel of
his sleekly toned slightly-sweaty torso against my shirt makes my
fully-clothed state seem unbearable.  My shirt quickly joins theirs on the
floor, and I open my pants, pulling my trunks down below my balls.

    "My turn; let's see if you're worth the drive."  I take Zach's head in
my hand once more, urging him off Bryce and onto my own eager erection.
Bryce pauses our make-out session to flash me a disappointed look,
caressing his smooth balls and trimmed pubic hair with one hand, as the
other pushes his pants to the floor.  Coming in even closer to me, Bryce
brings his dick nearly in line with my own.  Zach's eyes flick up to my own
in what I interpret as a silent request for instruction.  I tighten my
hand's hold on his head for a moment, shoving in a deep as I can go.  He
momentarily chokes, but adjusts, as I hold his gaze.  I free his head after
a count of five.

    "Pull back, cocksucker," I tell him.

    Zach obeys with haste and starts to speak, "what . . . ."  Before he
can get any further in the thought, Bryce has his lips occupied with the
head of his dick once more.  I angle my own against his shaft, moving the
heads next to each other and into the slobbering mouth of Bryce's friend.

    "His head isn't as good as yours, Bryce, are you sure he's worth the
trip?"

    "We can train him to do better.  If not, I'm sure he has other assets
to offer up."

    I notice that one of Zach's hands has moved to his lap, massaging his
denim-clad groin.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing, slut?" I ask.
"If you have free hands, I'll tell you what you can do with them.  Your job
is to make us happy."  Pulling away from his mouth, I take hold of Zach's
shoulders, lifting him to his feet.

    "I just want . . . ."

    "I know what you want," I interrupt Zach.  "That bulge in your pants
tells me all about it.  You want what cocksuckers always want, dick and
lots of it.  Well, we'll let you have ours tonight, but you're going to do
what you're told."  Zach's expression was still somewhat conflicted, but
his heaving chest and hard dick showed how turned on he was.  "Now, do you
understand, slut?"

    "I . . . yes, I . . . guess, I . . . ."

    "Yes, what?"

    "Yes . . . Conner, I . . . ."

    "Conner?" Zach cuts him off, "oh, no, that won't do.  You'd better
teach the little whore his manners."  I push Zach over to a low table
covered with small stacks of folded jeans.

    "What did I do?" he asks, confused.  I swiftly undo his pants, and
shove them and his wet-spotted red cotton bikini briefs down to his
ankles.  My hand is on his back, pushing him to bend over the table.
Bryce, already naked himself, removes the last vestiges of Zach's clothing
from their tangled state round his feet.  I use my phone to snap a pic:
Zach, completely bare but for that leather necklace, bend over the table.
His dick, surrounded by short-brown hairs, was rock hard, leaking pre-cum
onto the top of a pile of denim.  He trembled slightly with the
anticipation of his next contact with Bryce and I.

    *Slap!*

    "Ow, what the hell?"

    *Slap!*

    My hand rose again, swatting Zach's bare ass with a firm, swift
movement.  I hit each cheek 3 times, just enough to get the point across,
and bring up a nice warm pink tone (of course, I grabbed another pic).

    "Now, do you understand?" I ask Zach again.

    "You'd better get it right this time," Bryce adds, "I don't think he'll
be as easy-going after the first time."

    "Yes . . . sir?  Yes, sir!" Zach, twists around to look at my face,
answering hesitantly at first, then with confidence, catching on to the
game.

    "Good boy," I smile, rubbing Zach's cheeks with my hand.  I make sure
that my middle finger trails up and down his crack, lightly caressing from
the base of his dangling balls to just above his hole, and back again.
Zach unconsciously pushes slightly back against my hand, even as he shivers
from the touch.  "Feel the heat coming off this boy-pussy, Bryce.  He wants
to be filled up with man-meat.  Don't you boy?"

    Zach blushes deeply, but answers with a low-voiced, "yes, sir."

    "What was that, I didn't quite hear you?" I give his ass a warning slap.

    "Yes, sir," he answers louder, and I'm sure his his dick is throbbing
with excitement.

    This fact becomes obviously as I grasp Zach's thighs and roll him over
onto his back, pushing him at an angle along the short table until I have
him where I want him.  His head hangs off one side, and his ass is at the
edge of the other.  I shift some of the jeans under him, using them to
raise his butt up a bit higher.  I look to Bryce, who knows what to do,
moving around the other side of the table.  Meanwhile, I hold Zach's eyes
with my own, finally lowering the last of my clothing to the floor, and
kicking it aside.  I make no secret of using my camera phone this time, and
am thrilled to see Zach turn an even deeper pink as I snap pics of the
eager young slut prone before us.

    "Time to get back to work, cocksucker," Bryce tears Zach's gaze away,
tilting the other boy's head and filling his mouth with Bryce's smooth sac.

    "Yeah, there's nothing like a hot pair of sweaty balls to get a whore
in mood for a good pounding, isn't that right, boy?" I ask, running my
hands along the outside of Zach's thighs.  He moans something through a
mouthful of Bryce that might have been a 'yes, sir.'  "That's good, really
get in there."  My hands continue to explore the smooth body before me.  I
take my time, touching everywhere.  His waist, his stomach, his chest,
under his arms, his neck, and on and on.  I want him to know that for this
moment, every inch of that body is mine.  Mine to use.

    Bryce has pulled back a bit, "stick out your tongue," he tells Zach.
He then starts running his cock over the boy's face and mouth.  I pinch
Zach's nipples erect, bringing a moan to his lips.  This sound gets much
louder a moment later when I take hold of the erection that until that
moment had been hanging free in the air, beating with Zach's racing pulse.
I slowly move my hand up and down the shaft, noting the steady flow of
pre-cum shining the head.

    "Enjoying yourself, boy?" I ask.

    "Unnnggggmmmmmmmmm," comes the response.

    "I think that's a yes," Bryce smiles wickedly.

    "Let's see that pussy.  Lift your legs!" I push Zach's thighs up,
lifting his knees above his waist.  "Hold them there."  I use the hand on
Zach's dick to gather up some of his copious natural lubricant.  Bringing
this down past his thighs, I slowly begin to rub in circle round the pink
hole I'll soon claim.  I look to Bryce, and nod slightly.  Without warning
to Zach, I push my finger in, reaching past both knuckles in one plunging
motion.  This brings a sharp gasp from Zach, who stops devouring Bryce for
a moment to look up at me.

    "Startle you, cocksucker?  We don't want to go too slow, do we?  I know
you like it a bit rough."  As I speak, I'm moving inside him.  My finger
works in and out to loosen him a bit, brushing slightly against the button
of his prostate as I do.

    "Ah, yes, sir." He could hardly disagree with the proof of his still
hard penis rising between us.

    "Besides, we don't want to make you wait too long.  A hungry boy-pussy
like this should be fed."  I remove my finger to rub his shaft once more,
gathering more pre-cum, and returning to his hole.  "Speaking of which,
those lips are looking far too empty.  Feed the boy, Bryce."  Bryce smiles
and tilts Zach's head back down.  He moves the head of his cock between the
boys lips, slowly feeding him about half the length, before moving back
out.  He sets a steady but lazy rhythm, clearly in no hurry to cum.
Meanwhile, I've moved up to two fingers in Zach's wet little hole, and am
thoroughly enjoying the little moans that come to his lips with each thrust
of my invading digits.

    "I think it's time we see if you're worth the ride, boy."  I grab my
own thick cock and make sure it's clearly in Zach's line of vision.  Bryce
pulls out of his throat, so that we can enjoy his reactions.  "Do you want
this?"

    Zach licks his lips, "yes, sir."

    "I'm not sure I believe that.  Look me in the eye, boy, and tell me
what you want."

    Zach's eyes lift from my groin to my eyes and he turns red again.
Still, he doesn't hesitate but answers clearly, "I want you to fuck me.
Please, sir, fill me up with your cock."

    "That's better."  I line myself up with his slick opening, savoring the
moment.  Bryce has my phone now, and is taking pictures.  I push forward,
breaking through hot, fleshy resistance, with a moan from my lips (or maybe
it was Zach's, or maybe both).  I push steadily, moving slowly but without
pause until I'm balls-deep in the virtual-stranger beneath me.  I hope
Bryce got at least one shot of the face Zach was making during this time.
The mixed pleasure/pain anticipatory hunger/dread gets me every time.  I
feel myself throb inside Zach as I revel in it, enjoying the moment before
I start any withdrawal from his warm depths.  Finally, I slowly pull back,
and Bryce puts his friend's mouth back to its now-familiar job of
pleasuring his fleshy length.

    My inward thrusts become sharp, charging into the boy's hole to hear my
balls slap against his flesh.  My withdrawals I keep slow, teasing along
his sensitive areas as I pull out for each new attack.  The gasps and moans
escaping his usually full mouth mix with my own and Bryce's; I lean forward
to make out with my boy as we spit his friend between us.

    "Come on, baby, I want a turn in that pussy too.  Quit playing around.
I want to see you really give it to him." Bryce pleads.

    "You want me to show him how you like it?  Are you sure you won't get
jealous?"

    "Maybe, but If I do, I'll just ride him that much harder."  Zach's
always-throbbing dick gave a distinct leap at this claim.

    "He's a little too hungry for it, I'd love to tease him more.  But . .
. just for you."  I give Bryce a deep promise-filled kiss and pulled out of
Zach completely.  A disappointed whimper came from his lips.  I slapped the
side of his thigh.  "Get ready!"  With that cry, and a loud exhalation from
him, I dove all the way back into Zach's depths.  I set up a new, speedy
rhythm, giving it to the boy hard and fast.

    "Oh god, that is so fucking hot," Bryce muttered, his eyes glazed with
lust.  He'd pulled back from Zach to enjoy the sight (and, if I know him,
the yelps coming from his friend's throat).  One hand slowly stroked his
own dick, while the other moved towards Zach's.  We kept at this a while,
slick with sweat and warm with the pleasure's we invoked.

    Bryce was doing his best to keep Zach on the brink of cumming,
alternating the rhythms of his hand and slowing if he felt he was close.
The time inevitably came, however, when the boy beneath us arched his back
and cried out, thick white streams exploding up as high as his shoulder.
When I felt his ring clamp down on me, I gave into my own orgasm.  With a
final push, I rammed deep into his hot chute.  "Aaaaah!  Finally got what
you want, your boy-pussy's filled now."  I finished, both of us gasping for
breath, my dick buried in Zach's sated hole.

    "Come on, he'd not done yet," Bryce urges me away from his friend.  I
withdraw and move to the side.

    "Wait, I . . . " Zach gets no further and indeed makes no real move to
stop his friend as Bryce quickly positions himself between his thighs and
thrusts into his moist depths.  Knowing everything has been loosened for
him, Bryce makes no effort to go slow, immediately beginning a swift
pistoning.

    "Oh, god," Zach breathes.  His dick beginning to tumesce once more.  I
run two fingers through the cum on his torso, bringing them to his mouth as
my other hand gives one of his nipples a firm squeeze.

    "Suck," I tell him.  My fingers are obediently cleaned, and go back for
more to feed to him, as I shift to give his other nipple attention.  Soon,
he is clear of cum (except that once more leaking from his dick) though
Bryce is still giving his ass a hard workout.  I decide to give Bryce a
little push.  Moving behind him as he thrusts in and out of his friend, I
rub and kiss his shoulder, my hand trailing down his sweat-slick back to
his gorgeous bubble-butt.  Bryce knows what I'm going for, and moans his
permission, arching back slightly and opening his hole up for the finger
that I slide into its familiar home.  As expected, my my manipulation takes
him over the top.  A few more thrusts and Bryce screams out with pleasure.
His ring spasms round my finger as he pulls from his friend, aiming thick
ropes of his boy-cream across the prone body before him.  By accident or
design (I suspect the latter), most of them landed on or around his
friend's own dick.

    "What do you think?" Bryce asks, giving me a sloppy kiss.

    "Mmmm, you're a sexy beast as always," I answer.  Then I give his ass a
playful slap, "but you need to clean up your mess."

    Bryce grins widely, before diving onto Zach's dick with eager (and
believe me, very skilled) lips.

    "Well, boy," I say, gathering Zach's gaze, "I guess that ride home is
paid for.  Unless you'd like to come up to our place for the weekend?"


The End.

I think I'd like to explore more of Bryce and Conner's relationship, if
there's any interest.  Feedback is welcome at: marcfab42@gmail.com