Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 14:38:19 EST
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Clubhouse Towelboy part 3

			    Clubhouse Towelboy

			   (My First Summer Job)

				 By L. Ray


				  Part 3


All of the usual disclaimers apply.  If it's illegal in your neck of the
woods to read this type of story, or stories containing graphic
depictions of gay sex offend you, leave now.  If you're under legal age,
you shouldn't be here in the first place.  This story contains graphic
depictions of sexual acts between teenaged boys as well as boys and men.
If you enjoy this story, please let me know. You can write me at
adama1416@aol.com.  I will answer all, except flamers, who will be
summarily dissmissed.


Preface;
When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a
journal of the things that I did from day to day.  I look back on those
journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was
younger amaze even me.  But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever
kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt.  I am
glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever
found them and read them!

Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much
earlier age than they do now.  What ever child labor laws there were,
were seldom, if ever enforced.  Some of the things that might happen to a
young boy in the workplace back then were definitely against the law, but
if the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt?

Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot
since then.  Please play safe!  Always wear a condom!


Part 3

When I woke up on Friday morning, I put my journal back on the shelf, got
some shorts and a T-shirt from my drawers, and headed downstairs to take
a bath.  After I got out of the tub, got dressed and ate a bowl of corn
flakes with a banana sliced up in it, I suddenly realized that my bike
was still at the clubhouse.

Now, I was not in the habit of leaving my bike just any old place.  I had
gotten it for Christmas, and that was after begging my Mom and Dad for it
for a whole summer.  It was the biggest, shiniest, most special Christmas
present I had ever gotten in my whole life.  The 1962 Huffy Torpedo
Sports Bike.  As far as I was concerned, it was the greatest bike in the
whole world, with it's Jet Black finish and chrome trim, and the
headlight that was mounted on the front fender, that actually looked like
a torpedo, as far as the pictures that I had seen of them any way.  I
never left the bike in the weather, it was always locked in our garage,
and when I got off of it for the day, I took a rag and wiped it from
front to back with tender loving care, then made sure that the chain had
just the right amount of tension and just the right amount of oil.  I
never just laid my bike down when I got off of it either.  I made sure
that the kick stand was always down and the bike was standing firm before
walking away from it.  My dad had even run the chain, that I used to
lock  it up with, through a length of garden hose to make sure that it
didn't scratch the paint or the chrome.  In short, that bike was my most
prized possession!

My bike being at the clubhouse meant a long sweaty walk, because it was
already past the 70 degree mark, and still climbing.  I went back
upstairs to put on my shoes and grab a pair of swimming shorts from my
drawer for tonight, and as I got back down, the phone rang.  It was Mike,
telling me that he would be by in about fifteen minutes to pick me up.

Since my Mom was out grocery shopping, and my Dad was already at work, I
left this note on the kitchen table;

 Dear Mom and Dad,

Some of the guys from the club and I are going to swim at the club's pool
tonight after work.  I should be home around 9:00.  The light on my bike
works, and I will stay on the back streets and out of traffic, so don't
worry.

Love,

Red

P.S. Kisses and hugs!

Then I hurried down the steps to our front yard to wait for Mike, who was
pulling up just as I got out there.  Ten minutes later we were at the
clubhouse.   As soon as I made sure that my bike was still locked
securely in the rack out front, we went in, and headed down the hallway
toward his office, but instead of stopping at Mike's door we went around
the corner into the door marked "Employees Only".  Roy was standing there
smiling as he saw us enter.

"Gut Morgan, mien kinder!  I tink I have something for you, Ja!"

He stepped  into a small room at the side and came out holding a brightly
wrapped box, and handed it to me.  I tore it open to find five pairs of
white cotton shorts, two jock straps and five white cotton golf shirts
with my name embroidered directly under the name of the club.  Under all
of that was a small bag which I opened up to find a really cool pair of
red Speedo swim briefs, in just my size with my name embroidered on the
side in white.  To say that I was ecstatic, would have been an
understatement.

I looked up at Mike, who said, "Try them on for size."  So without
hesitation, I began stripping out of my clothes and once completely naked
except for my shoes and socks, I put the jock on first, then a pair of
the shorts, followed by one of the shirts.  I beamed as I smoothed the
fabric down with my hands.

"Holy shit, now I really look like I  work here!" I exclaimed.

Mike and Roy couldn't contain their laughter, as Mike said, "Yep, now
you're officially official!  Now, let`s go put the other things in your
locker along with your regular clothes."

I ran to Roy, throwing my arms around him and squeezed tightly, as I
looked up at him and said, "Thank You, they're great!"  He patted me on
the back and I ran to join Mike in the hallway to go to the caddie's
Locker Room.

When we walked into the locker room, Jerry, Randy, and the rest of the
caddies were inside, and began clapping and cheering, as I walked in.
Everyone was patting me on the back and calling me the "Clubhouse Champ",
which caused my face to turn bright red.  It must have really looked
bright, because of the white shirt and shorts.

Jerry handed me a shoe box, telling me to open it, and inside was a pair
of bright white McGregor golf shoes, trimmed in black, just like the ones
that he and Randy wore.  I couldn't wait to put them on so I sat right
down in the floor and pulled off my keds, slipping my feet into the glove
soft insides of the shoes, pulled the lacings tight and tied the best
bows anyone possibly could have.  As I stood back up, Mike picked me off
the floor and sat me on Jerry's shoulders, as all of the guys gathered in
close and began patting me on my legs, butt, and lower back, while Jerry
danced around.

Once I was finally seated on the bench, Mike said that I was now a part
of the "Pro Staff" and didn't have to take any crap from anybody, except
maybe him and Mr. Hall.  All of the caddies, except Jerry and Randy got
down on their knees and started bowing with their arms out and their
hands flat forward.  I was laughing so hard that I thought I would pee in
my new shorts and jock.

Mike suddenly said, "OK guys, let's get to work and show these golfers a
good time!" then added with a wink, "But only as good as they pay for!"
He then turned and headed for his office.

I got up to put my things in my locker and remembered that I had to get
my cart keys and my money for lunch from the pocket of my shorts, then
tucked the money down into the top of my right sock and put the keys
around my neck.

Once Randy had given the caddies the list of caddy reservations for the
morning and sent them on their way, he and Jerry sat down on the bench
with me.

"You know, every caddy here knows about last night, and most of them said
it couldn't be true, but we finally convinced them that it was.  I still
can't believe that you got Mike's whole ten and a half inches up inside
you!"   Randy said, "You know, no one here has ever been able to take the
whole thing in them."

I looked over at Jerry and grinned, then said, "Well, I did have a hell
of an incentive!  I`ve been wanting to get into that ass since the first
day I got here!"  and we all broke out laughing.

The morning went pretty much routine, stocking towels, taking soiled ones
to the Laundry, and a whole lot of just hanging around for me.  If Jerry
and Randy hadn't been with me, I would have been hunting for things to
do.  For a Friday, it seemed that the clubhouse was really slow.  There
was a trickle of men in and out of the lockers, and the majority just
came in, changed clothes, and headed to the course, while others went to
the sauna or to the massage room.

We nearly ran into a woman, who had four little kids with her, while we
were taking the clean towels to the pool.  The oldest one of her kids
looked to be about three.  Jerry helped her carry one of the littlest
ones, and Randy another, while I pushed the cart along the concrete
walk.  From there, we headed back out to the caddy shack to chill out and
drink a soda.

When we got to the shack, there were only five of the seven caddies in
the shack.  Tom and Steve were already out on the course with a twosome.
Mark, Glenn, Pete, Phillip, and Gary were sitting in the shack, and when
we walked in, Glenn was the first to say anything.

"How in the hell did you do it?  I've been trying to take that beast all
the way for two years and haven't made it yet?"

"I don't know, I just made up my mind that it was all going in, and it
did!"

"Yeah, but didn't it hurt like hell?" asked Mark.

"Na, it only hurt a little bit, and that was at the beginning.  After
that, it was just a really full feeling."

"Not even David has ever got the whole thing in, and he's the oldest of
all of us." added Gary.  "By the way, has anybody seen him, he was
supposed to work today?"

"Don't worry about David, he and Mike are having a talk." said Randy.  "I
think Mike said something about the punisher!"

The whole room got deathly quiet.  Being new, I was of course curious, so
I spoke up.  "What's the punisher?"  Suddenly, every eye in the room was
on me.  I felt like I had asked the wrong question, but at the same time,
I really wanted to know the answer.  The other guys all looked at one
another, and then back at me, as Jerry spoke, "You don't ever want to do
anything to get the punisher!  That's the one thing in the club that none
of us wants anything to do with.  It's out in the work shed, and it stays
covered up, and I don't know anyone who has ever had to go out there.
I've heard lots of stories about it, like, you can't walk normal for two
or three days afterward, but that's about it.  I don't know, and I don't
want to know any more about it!"

The conversation in the room quickly turned to other things, the schedule
for the rest of the day being the most important.  Apparently, the
foursome that was scheduled for 10:30 was a no show.  There were seven
more caddies due in at noon, with four more due at 2:00 and everybody was
booked for the rest of the day.


It was getting close to noon, and Jerry asked if I was getting hungry.  I
said yes, and he asked what I thought about going to the snack bar at the
pool.  I was all in favor of that, so he, Randy and I headed for the
pool.

We talked while we waited for our burgers and fries to be finished, and
then ate them greedily, cleaned up our mess and started back toward the
building.

Once back in the clubhouse, I set about checking the towels, pulling the
soiled carts from the showers and the sauna, and bringing in fresh towels
and empty soiled carts to replenish the supplies.  Jerry went to check
the towels for the massage room, then returned with a full soiled cart
and replaced it.  When we took the empty towel carts back to the laundry,
Simon told Jerry that he was wanted in Mike's office, and Randy needed to
go take care of a problem at the shack.  He then turned to me and said
that I was supposed to go help Paul in the massage room.

We all three headed in the directions that we were told to go.  When I
walked into the massage room, Paul was just finishing wiping down the
table, getting it ready for the next client, who was in the dressing area
removing his clothes.

"Hi Red, do me a favor and take these bottles to the back there, and
refill them.  The large bottles are on the shelf, and they are labeled
just like these two are."  Paul said as he handed me the two plastic
bottles.  I took them and headed back to the back room.  Finding the
bottles, I removed first one, and then the other from the shelf and began
to pump the oils into the proper plastic bottles.  Once I had the lids
securely on the smaller bottles, I replaced the larger ones on the shelf
and went out to the massage area.  The person from the dressing area was
just coming out , a young guy who looked to be about 17 or so.  He had
blonde hair, fashionably long, blue eyes, and a golden tan, with a tan
line that started just above the top of the towel he had wrapped around
his waist.  Because of the towel, I couldn't see where the tan line
stopped.  He looked a few inches taller than me, and had a strong
athletic build for a boy his age.

"This is Red."  Paul told the boy, "He's going to be assisting me this
afternoon for a while."

The boy looked a bit apprehensive as he slowly unfastened his towel and
let it drop, then climbed up onto the table.  Paul looked at me, saying,
"I think you should remove your shirt Red.  We don't want to get any oil
on your uniform."  He then pulled his tight T-shirt over his own head,
and quickly followed that by removing his tight shorts, leaving only his
snug jock and his shoes and socks.  Seeing Paul's actions, I followed his
lead, and removed my shorts as well.

Paul pulled a metal stool up to one side of the table and had me step up
onto it, then took a bottle of oil from the warmer and squirted a
generous amount into my hands, telling me to apply it to the boy's
shoulders and work it in good.  He then moved around to the other side of
the table and applied more oil to the boy's mid and lower back and began
to rub it in as well.  The boy had his face laying in an opening on the
end of the table, so that the only thing he could see was the floor, and
Paul's feet.

I had to lean almost on top of the boy to reach the other side of his
upper back, and when my young stomach made contact with his warm skin, I
thought I heard him moan softly.  Paul told me to move down the table and
work on the boy's gluts, and he must have seen the look of question on my
face, as he pointed at the boy's ass cheeks.  I climbed down from my
stool, and pushed it down to the middle of the table, climbed back up
onto it, and began to work some oil into the boy's butt.  This time, I
definitely heard the boy moan, as did Paul, and he looked up at me
smiling.  He just nodded his head as if to tell me that I was doing a
good job, so I continued working, first one cheek, then the other.  The
moans from the boy got louder and louder, as I rubbed his butt, and when
my hand accidentally slipped down into the crack and my fingertips
brushed his hole, his moans were suddenly very loud, and his butt cheeks
seemed to quiver.  I could feel my cock beginning to strain at the fabric
of my jock, when Paul stepped up behind me, and lifted me up off the
stool.  He put me on my knees, between the boys out stretched legs, as he
moved  up to the end where the boy's head was.  I watched with
fascination as Paul pulled down the front of his jock, and his huge cock
came into view.  It wasn't really as big as it had looked the previous
day, but it was still quite long and thick too.  He moved up as close to
the table as he could and I heard slurping noises, and knew that the boy
was sucking at Paul's huge cock, while Paul manipulated the skin on the
boy's upper back and shoulders.  I thought for just a second and suddenly
decided that I knew what I was supposed to do.

I pulled my jock down and off one foot, leaving it dangle off the other,
and applied a generous amount of the massage oil to my already stiff
cock, then placed the head against the boy's hole and allowed my weight
to carry me into him as I dropped to his back, propping my upper half up
on my hands.  I heard the boy moan loudly around the thick cock that was
filling his mouth, as I sank in to my balls.  Taking my right hand, I
reached under the boy to take hold of his stiff young cock as well, and
began to massage it as I worked my own cock in and out of his ass hole.
I could feel his ass muscles flex around my cock as it moved inside of
him.

Paul had the boy turn over onto his back, causing me to have to pull out
of him, and then he climbed up over the table, using the stool that I had
previously used, then stuffed his huge cock back into the boys mouth.
The boy quickly raised his legs up and held them at the knees, pulling
his ass up and off of the table.  I quickly got the idea and pushed my
already wet cock back into him, and began fucking him as I took his cock
back into my hand and jerked to the same tempo that I was fucking him.  I
glanced up to see that the boy had Paul's cock all the way down his
throat, and I could see the head bobbing up and down just above the boy's
Adam's apple.  I suddenly got a mental image that my own throat must have
looked something like that yesterday, when I had almost all of Mike's
monster cock in my throat.  I could suddenly feel my climax beginning to
build in my balls, but tried hard to suppress, it because I wanted to cum
as close to the other two as I could.
I felt the boy's balls begin to draw up next to my hand, and knew that he
was about to blow, and based on Paul's groans and hisses, I could tell
that he was getting pretty close too.  In an instant, Paul pulled his
monster cock back until only the head was inside the boy's mouth, threw
back his head and his face twisted into a grimace, as he unloaded shot
after shot of cum into the boy's  sucking mouth.  There was so much cum
that I could see it leaking out of the corners of the boy's mouth,
running down toward his ears, as he struggled to swallow as much of the
huge load as he could.  I felt the first shot of hot cum from the boy hit
my chest, as his ass muscles clamped down onto my cock which started
exploding into his hot tight hole.  I rammed my cock as far into the boy
as it would go, sending waves of pleasure through both of us, as he
continued to shoot out onto his own chest and stomach.  I pulled out of
the boy, falling forward onto him, as Paul sprawled over my back,
trapping me between him and the boy below me.  My face was in, almost,
direct contact with Paul's arm pit, as his scent assailed my nostrils,
causing me to take in a deep breath.  It was a mixture of perspiration
and old spice, and it smelled good.

After a short time, Paul raised up and helped me down from the table,
then took one of the clean towels, and began to wipe the boy's chest and
stomach.  I got a towel and cleaned myself as well, then pulled my jock
back up and adjusted myself in it.  As Paul helped the boy to a sitting
position on the table, he told him that his services were free today, but
that the "little guy" needed a good tip.

"Little guy, my ass!" the boy retorted as he rubbed his ass, "He's not so
little, at least not where it counts!"

The boy, got down off the table, picked up his towel and wrapped it
around his waist, then went to the dressing area.  Returning with his
clothes in hand, he handed me a fifty dollar bill, saying, "I'm going to
the sauna for a little while, and then to take a shower."  He then looked
at me and said, "If you can pull away from here for a little while, you
could join me in the sauna.."

I looked at Paul who just nodded his head, then quickly pulled my shorts
and shirt on  as Paul told us to take the shortcut.  Once we were in the
sauna area, the boy quickly looked inside and said, "I'll see you
inside."  He rolled his clothes into a ball and placed them on a shelf
beside the sauna and went in.

I stripped out of my clothes and put them on a shelf in the corner, then
went into the sauna to join the boy.

As the steam cleared, I saw him sitting on the bottom row, towel spread
under him, with his right leg raised so that his foot was flat on the
bench.  There was another man inside, who was sitting on the next level
up, and had his towel open as well.  I walked over to the boy, sat next
to him, with his raised leg behind me, and began to play with his cock.
He gently pulled me up, over his slender body and kissed me full on the
mouth, using his tongue to rub across my teeth.  I parted them and felt
his tongue slip inside, then our tongues dueled for supremacy.  As he
broke the kiss, he asked if I did anything besides fuck ass.

"Sure, I suck, get sucked, get fucked, rim, just about anything you want,
as long as I get tipped!"

"Oh, you will definitely get another good tip.!  That's for sure!"

I could hear movement behind us as the man on the upper level was
beginning to move about.

"By the way, my name's Jeff." the boy said as he stuck out his hand.  I
released his cock and took his hand.

"I don't think I've ever seen you here before, when did you start working
here?"

"Wednesday was my first day.  This is the most fun job in the world!"

"I'll bet it is." the boy said as he reached over and took my flaccid
cock in hand, and began to massage it back to life.  "My dad, my older
brother, and I, come here every Friday to play golf.  They left already,
because they had to go to work, but I decided to hang around for one of
Paul's famous massages, and I'm really glad I did."

Jeff put his hands on my shoulders, as he pushed me backwards, laying me
down on my back on the bench, then leaned forward and took my half erect
cock into his mouth.  After only one or two sucks it was, once again,
fully hard as I watched it going in and out of his mouth.  He sure seemed
to know how to suck a cock, because I was feeling my cock begin to throb
as it seemed to get bigger and bigger.  He was now up on his knees,
bending forward, and really going at it, when the man from the upper
level, came down and got behind Jeff, and started rimming him.

"Whose cum is in your hole, boy?" asked the man.

"His is.  It's young and it's fresh!" Jeff answered as he pulled his
mouth off my cock.

"Ummm!" the man said as he stuck his face back into Jeff's butt.

Jeff immediately resumed sucking my cock, as he raised my legs up onto
his shoulders.  Every now and then, he would pull off my cock, lick
around my balls, then down the ridge to my hole, and lick and probe my it
with his tongue for a bit, then return to my cock.

Jeff raised up and lifted my butt up, off the bench.  I could feel his
cock head against my hole, as he spat into his hand several times, then
rubbed it into my hole, sticking first one, then two fingers into me.
He pulled his fingers out and spat again, then inserted three fingers and
worked them around for a little bit, then pulled them out and spat into
his hand a third time.  This time, he coated his cock with the spit and
pushed it gently into me.  Once he was inside, he held perfectly still,
as I saw his expression change from smiling to a painful grimace.  I knew
then that the older man had stuck his own cock into Jeff's hole, and
probably didn't use any spit because of my cum being in there.

The man fucked Jeff hard and fast, forcing Jeff to fuck me the same way.
I could feel Jeff's cock going deep into me, as the other man pushed him
forward, but it didn't feel all that bad really.  Suddenly, the man
pulled Jeff back against his chest, forcing his cock to pop out of my
butt, and told me to get on my knees and turn around.  When I did, I saw
that he had Jeff's legs way up by his head, and Jeff was almost laying on
top of the man, his head on the man's shoulder.  Jeff was moaning, so I
knew that he was enjoying it.

"Get up real close to him boy, and spit on your cock.  It has to be real
wet!" the man said.

I did as I was told, and spat on my hand, working the spit onto my cock,
then spat again and repeated it.

"Now, slide that cock of yours into his hole along with my big cock!"

I put my  cock up against the mans cock, as he reached down and stuck his
finger into Jeff's hole, sort of making an opening for the tip of my
cock.  When it started in, Jeff yelled out, as he reached for my hips,
pulling me forward into him.

My cock slowly inched into the boy, as his hole opened up to accept it,
but I could tell by the tears streaming down Jeff's face that it must
have hurt some.

"You want me to stop Jeff?"

Jeff exclaimed, "Oh God no, don't take it out, push it all the way in.
It feels so damn good!"

I did exactly what Jeff told me to do, and pushed my cock in as far as it
would go.  It felt weird against the other man's cock, but it also felt
good.  Jeff was so tight, I thought his hole was going to bite my cock
off.

"Now, you fuck in and out, and that will work my cock as well!" said the
man.

I began fucking in and out of Jeff as his hole seemed to open more with
each forward stroke, but it was still very tight and I knew that I
couldn't last much longer.  I felt my balls tighten against the other
man's balls, and then I shot just as big a load as I had shot earlier,
into Jeff.  It startled me when I felt the man's cock pulsing inside Jeff
as he shot his cum deeper into him, because his cock was longer.  Jeff
moaned and thrashed about as the man held him firmly against him.  I
guess it was because of the other cock, but as soon as my cock began to
deflate, it slid out of Jeff with a loud pop, and was soon followed by
the man's cock as well.  The man stood up and picked me up as Jeff lay
back onto the bench, still panting, then he positioned me over Jeff so
that my cock was in his face, and his cock was in mine.  Jeff opened his
mouth and sucked my cock inside, as I did the same.  The man then got
around behind Jeff and put his mouth against Jeff's hole and began to
suck the cum out of it, making loud slurping noises.  I didn't suck Jeff
long before he was exploding his hot teen cum into my mouth.  It tasted
really sweet, and I swallowed it all greedily.

Once we had all recovered, we left the sauna to go take a shower.  I was
completely dressed, when Jeff and the man came over to me.  Each of them
handed me a fifty, and Jeff said that he would see me again soon.

I had learned something new today, that it was possible for a boy to take
two cocks in his ass at the same time.  I would never have believed it,
if I hadn't done it!  I stuck the two fifties, along with the other one
that Jeff had given me earlier, into my sock, and headed back to the
massage room.

The room was empty, so I began cleaning things up in there while I waited
for Paul to return.  By the time I had wiped down the table, refilled all
of the oil bottles, and put all the soiled towels into the bin, it was
5:00, so I headed to the caddie's locker to change into my trunks.

Jerry was putting on his street clothes when I walked in and I asked if
he wasn't going to stay and swim?

"No one is.  There's a private party in the pool tonight so I guess we'll
have to put it off until one day next week.  Tomorrow the pool will be
crowded because it's Saturday, and there's a dance tomorrow night."

"Oh!" I said, "Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning then!"

"Well, if you want to, you can come over to my house for a while."

"That would be cool, but what do I do with my bike?"

"Not a problem, I've got my dad's pickup truck, we can put it in the back
end, and then I can take you home later.  They're not expecting you home
soon are they?"

"Not really.  I left a note saying that I would be home around nine."

"Cool.  We'll stop at the chili parlor and grab a sandwhich, and head for
my house.  No one will be home until midnight so we won't have any
interruptions."  he said smiling.

We went to the parking lot and I unlocked my bike from the rack, then we
pushed it over to Jerry's truck.  He lifted it into the back, then went
around to the passenger side, unlocked the door, and I got in, reaching
across to unlock the door for him.  We drove to the chili parlor, ate a
couple of sub sandwiches, then headed for his house.  As it turned out,
he only lived a few blocks from my house.  We went in, stopped in the
kitchen and he grabbed two cokes, and we headed to the basement which is
where his bedroom was.

As soon as we were in his room, Jerry started taking off his clothes.  He
looked at me, saying, "What are you waiting for?"  so I started taking
off my clothes too.  Jerry jumped onto his bed, which was unmade, and
patted the bed next to him, indicating for me to join him, which I did.

He raised himself up on one elbow and began dragging the fingers of his
other hand along my ribs, causing a slight chill to course through me.  I
felt my flaccid cock begin to respond to his touches on my ribs.

"So, did you get to do any specials today?"

"I sure did." I said and began to fill him in on the details.

"Yeah, I know Jeff.  He goes to school with me at Latin.  We're in some
of the same classes."

"Wow!  You go to Latin?  You must be pretty smart then!"

"Well, don't make a big deal out of it, I wanted to go to Saint James,
but dad said no."

"I go to G. W.  I'm in the middle school there. And I'm in band too."

"Really, so you like music?  What kind?  Have you heard the Beatles yet?"

"Yeah, they're groovy!"

"Oh my God, he's a hippie!"

We both started rolling with laughter.  Jerry got up and put several
records on his record player, then lit a candle that flickered a little
as he lit an incense from it, sticking it into a flower pot, then turned
off the light, and climbed back onto the bed.  As we lay there next to
each other in the glow of the candle, Jerry began to fondle my cock.
Before long, he was between my legs sucking gently up and down it's
length, making it completely hard.  Once he had my cock good and hard, he
dropped down and pulled a jar from under the bed, twisting off the lid he
stuck his finger into it and pulled a large glob of grease from it, which
he smeared into his hole.  He got a second glob, and covered my cock with
it, working it from the tip to the base.  He then flopped onto the bed,
on his back and lifted his legs high.

"OK, fuck me, and don't be slow about it.  I want it rough, and I want it
hard, and I don't want you to cum until I'm ready!"

I got between his legs and positioned my cock at his hole, as he lowered
his legs to my shoulders, then grabbed my hips and pulled me forward into
him.  "Now fuck me!"

I didn't have to be told twice, and began fucking him, just as he had
told me too, rough and hard.

"Slap my ass, hard!  Make it sting, I want to really feel it turning
red!"

I slapped his ass, first with my left hand and then with my right, then
repeating it.   He then had me stop slapping his ass and told me to pull
all the way out and shove back in, and if I didn't hit the hole, it was
ok, cause it would.  He just wanted it to be as rough as I could make
it.  Then he shocked me, by telling me to grab his balls and twist them,
and don't let go no matter how much he yelled.  I didn't want to hurt
him, but at the same time, if this made him happy, if it was what he
wanted, I would do it.  I twisted his nuts for a bit, until the got all
red and angry looking, then slapped his ass some more.

After a while, he had me lean forward and twist his nipples, as I fucked
deep into him.  I could feel the sweat rolling off me and onto him, as
our bodies began to really slide against one another.  My cum was boiling
in my nuts, and I didn't think I would hold out much longer when Jerry
said, between pants, "Now, fill me up with your cum, NOW!"

I turned loose and exploded into him, and it seemed like I wasn't ever
going to stop.  Jerry was cumming too, sending great globs of the hot
white liquid into the air, the first three shots almost as high as my
head.  I could actually hear them splatter onto his abdomen and chest as
they fell back down onto him, the last few shots landing in his belly
button, where they made a little pool.  After I calmed down a bit I
leaned down and licked the little puddle from his navel, while he smeared
the rest of his cum into his soft, hairless skin.

After a few minutes, we faced each other on our sides and, each propped
up on and elbow, we began talking.
"Red, can I tell you something, something really personal?"

"Sure Jerry, you can tell me anything."

"Well, you have to promise not to tell anyone else, and never talk to me
about it in front of anybody else either!  You've got to swear!"

"Jerry, man, I promise!  Hell, what can be all that bad!  But yeah, man,
I swear!"

He had tears forming at the corners of his eyes, that glistened in the
light of the candle as he began telling me his great secret.

"I think that I am really queer!  I don't think that I can ever have a
relationship with a girl!"

"Well, Jerry, think about it.  You suck cock, you get fucked, you get
your cock sucked, you fuck other guys, hell man, I don't think it can get
more queer than that.  And that goes for most of the boys who work at the
club, myself included!"

"Yeah, but my mom and dad, well, I'm their only son, they expect me to
get married someday, and give them grandkids, and I just don't know if I
can do it!"

"Jerry, I'm not the person you should be talking to about all of this.  I
mean, hell, I'm only 13 and I sure don't have all of the answers!  Maybe
you should talk to somebody older, like a priest or something."

"I already tried that, all the priest told me, was, "Go home and do ten
Hail Mary's and ten Our Father's, and don't repeat the sin!  I can't do
that, I love sex with you guys too much!"

"Does Mike know about any of this?"

"No, and I don't want him to!  You're the only person I have ever told
this to.

I didn't know what to say.  I just looked at Jerry, tears streaming down
his face, and brushed my fingers through his hair as I pulled him closer
to me. I leaned in and kissed Jerry on the mouth, warmly at first, and
then more and more passionately, as we began to roll around on the bed,
groping one another.  As our cocks began to stiffen again, I turned on my
back and raising my legs high into the air said, "Your turn!"

"But that wasn't part of the deal."

"So, I won, that means I can change the rules if I want to!  And I say
it's your turn, so get to work, and I don't mind a little rough, but no
slapping, and don't you dare twist my nuts or I'll tear your cock off!"

Jerry got the jar of grease and started working it into my ass.