Chapter Two

Over the next several weeks, Egan and Aaron had the blond Jewish boy’s itinerary down to the minute, even seeing his parents, and as Mr. Miller speculated, one of the oddly blond Jew’s parents was not born into the Judaism faith. It was the mother. A stout blonde woman with a heavy accent that again Mr. Miller suggested was either German or Swedish. The Father was an average looking man with the distinct long-hooked nose typical of the trait of his ancestors.

“Thank god the half-breed kid got most of his mother’s genes!” Egan once commented.

The family of three went to the synagogue every Friday night; the boy also went to the Synagogue riding his bike the fair distance. Egan had found the opening he was looking for; it would be a Sunday morning ‘pre-bar-mitzvah’ education-classes day undertaking.

That established, the next hurdle was how to intercept the kid on his bike. During another weekend fuck-fest, Mr. Miller suggested flattening the kid’s tires while he was preoccupied at Synagogue therefore, he would have to walk his bike home and most probably jump at the generous offer of a ride home with his bike safely stored in the van.

Aaron found it mind settling to stay stoned and horny servicing the father and son, their voices drowned out to that of a dull hum while they pillow-talked tactical incidentals and contingency plans for the big day. It was on one of those weekend-nights sans Mrs. Miller when the man introduced Aaron to fisting.

He loved it. He could feel every thick hair of the burly man’s arm almost to the elbow tickle his rectum. Egan complained that his old man was spoiling the kid for a tight fucking. However, Mr. Miller assured his boy that the anus was very pliable and would pucker-up to its usual consistency after a short while.

Gross as it was when Mr. Miller up and carried him like a ventriloquist’s puppet before extracting his arm and setting him on the toilet to let the boy’s bowel drain as he washed himself off in the sink. Past experience with young Asian boys taught him to be cautious of a soiled bed, he claimed. Egan voiced that he was now dying to do that to the little Jewish slut. Mr. Miller warned him to keep his fingernails short, and if he was squeamish, invest in an extra-large Trojan condom and most certainly a bottle of lubricant.

“As a matter of fact,” Mr. Miller generously offered, “I’ll buy the duct-tape, cord and rope, condoms and lube. I’ll even give you a hundred-bucks to buy plenty of MDMA to relax him and keep the two of you happy.”

Egan was ecstatic; he had a part time job at the car wash during the day that paid for his gas mostly. He was going to attend technical college next fall to learn the auto-mechanics trade, financed by his parent’s wise contributions into an educational fund. Egan loved tinkering with his van as well as his mom and dad’s cars. Aaron knew that his idol would make a great grease-monkey one day.

One Sunday morning they almost got caught when Mrs. Miller came home from her mother’s place much earlier than usual. The water jet timer had expired and no one bothered to reset it. Father, son, and young boy were all naked in the hot-tub. Had she been a few minutes earlier, she would have seen her husband giving it to Aaron straddled over the tub’s edge and her son behind his old man in another very telling act of anal sex.

Mrs. Miller stood above them with her hands on her hips, her jaw agape at the sight of the three sitting rather close to each other considering the eight-man hot-tub had plenty of other places to sit. She saw the look of shock on all three of their faces. Mostly, she read guilt.

“Maggie, --I, I, you’re home early!” Mr. Miller said for lack of anything better to say.

“What the hell is going on here?” she asked harshly.

“Mom, we’re all guys here,” Egan interjected, quoting Aarons words when his mom caught them naked. “DAH! --No big deal; . . . you're the only one who shouldn’t be here gawking.”

Aaron noticed the bottle of lube floating in the water. As stoned as he was, quick thinking overcame adversity and closest to the power button, the water swirled and bubbled drowning the four-ounce plastic bottle.

Mr. Miller wasn’t out of hot water yet, no pun intended. With every bit of callous inquisition, she asked, “Why are all the boy’s and your clothes scattered about the bedroom, a pair of underwear hanging from the ceiling fan and a sock draped over the dresser mirror, and another on the lampshade? –The sheets look disgusting, . . . like, . . .like a litter of piglets rolled around in them for a couple of days!”

There could not be any grasping at straws excuse. The three males were each well aware of the shit and cum stains. The clothing was a fact as well, and items hanging from strange places was a fun-spirited strip-tease act by Egan and Aaron standing on the bed, randomly tossing their clothing around the room while humming the famous stripper tune to humour Mr. Miller already naked and sitting against the headboard laughing his head off.

Nope. Mrs Miller would not see the humour in that. Her worst fears of many years were realized. Her husband and son were having sex, and what she sensed all along, Egan had been molesting Aaron. How could she have been so stupid as to not have put a stop to that many years ago. The answer was very clear. Her husband knew all along that Egan was molesting the young boy making excuses to defend Egan’s peculiar involvement with Aaron. He was probably sexually abusing the boy as well.

It wouldn’t have made a difference if she learned that her husband had only recently indulged in the sordid mess. Her mind was made up, his past spoke volumes, once again she cursed herself for not making him seek counselling about his traumatic youth. She turned and stormed back into the house.

Lying down trying to sort things out in her mind, strangely, it occurred to her that she would never have grandchildren. Perhaps her husband had been right all along; she should have bedded her son if only to keep his sexual options open for the future. It worked for the great lover she had married; masculine and sexually virile in every way. She was well aware that he had no hang-ups about going either way.

She thought about her own emotional turmoil lusting after green-foot Freddy. He was gorgeous, a body to die for; and yes, she had to admit, other attributions smothered in thin nylon that left little to imagination about his manly endowment. All of him right at her fingertips if she hadn’t of vetoed the plan to seduce him at the last minute. She began to relate to her husband’s attraction to young boys; unfathomable was his own son, but Aaron WAS adorable. However, like her very handsome Egan, Aaron was a fixture around the house, like a second son, she had no sexual desire for either boy.

Maggie had some soul searching to do about her life partner’s sexual deviations, however she couldn’t think about that, she only came home early to pack more clothing as her mother’s cancer condition worsened and she had to be hospitalized. Maggie wanted to spend the final days at her mother’s side.

When Mr. Miller built the courage to confront his wife to face the music, the nature of his nudity probably didn’t add to his cause. Scared by the sight of his old lady packing a suitcase, he was relieved to learn why. Maggie was surprisingly cordial telling him of the frozen meals she had prepared weeks earlier. She even kissed him goodbye with a cold peck on his cheek. He was left confused and in fear about their future together.

When Mrs. Miller went outside to say goodbye to her son, her timing couldn’t have been worse, the boys were just getting out of the hot-tub. Both stood startled and embarrassed covering their genitals with their hands, but not before she got a clear mental picture of their male beauty. Her nineteen year-old baby had indeed become a perfect specimen of a man; and Aaron, the object of her son and husband’s desire, in her eyes still remained the sad little boy he’d always had been.

Maggie felt a need to put the boys at ease and used the old motherly adage, “Don’t worry, boys I used to change both your diapers.”

When she went to Egan and hugged him explaining about grandma, she could feel her son’s manhood against her midriff below her halter-top when he briefly relented from protecting his modesty and hugged her in return.

Egan had the need to say something, anything to protect his dad. “It’s not what yer thinking, ma.”

Maggie smiled and put her finger to his lips and lovingly replied, “Shush, you’ve never lied to me before that I know of, . . . don’t start now.” She gave Aaron a kiss on his head and quickly left before she broke down in tears.

“I can’t believe yer ma saw me naked!” Aaron groaned.

“Don’t worry about it. She used to change yer diapers, remember? --nothing much has changed since!” Egan teased, getting a shot in the shoulder for the insult.

Mr. Miller came out dressed in tennis whites suggesting the boys join him for a round at the aquatic centre courts. Aaron ran home to get his gear, reminded half way out of the fence to get dressed first. All had a good belly-laugh at the kid’s oversight.

As if fate had its own agenda, ‘bar mitzvah boy after all in training’ was playing a round of tennis with another boy on the next court. Egan was beside himself with excitement, pointing out to his father the exact subject of their many discrete plotting conversations. Mr. Miller agreed, the half-Jewish kid was exceptionally attractive, and he could easily understand why the two boys were attracted to him.

The pervert gods were on their side when his partner tripped and obviously had twisted his ankle. Mr. Miller, a qualified first-aid attendant, ran over to the boy in distress, pulled off his shoe and sock and began examining his foot ordering Egan to go find the facility nurse. He knew that it wasn’t broken, a bad sprain, some ice would take down the swelling and he would have to stay off it for a few days.

Once the nurse took over and hauled the boy off in a wheelchair, Mr. Miller invited the Adonis to play doubles. His name was Mark, they learned. Partnered with Egan, Mr. Miller and Aaron as the opponents. No score was kept, it was simply a practice session, Mr. Miller kept it fun for a reason. Let the boys bond a little, perhaps rope and duct-tape wouldn’t be necessary after all.

He invited Mark to join them and relax in the steam room in the hopes of getting him out of his clothes, a towel wrapped around his waist in the very least, the common attire for modest men who somehow lost their basic primal instinct of being comfortably naked around their peers while bathing or frolicking in the communal bath house spas or participating in the Olympics! Hell, he even remembered going to the YMCA in his younger days where all the men and boys swam nude. It was exactly that, a young men’s Christian association, no females, a gay, bisexual, and boylovers paradise.

Mark thanked them for the rounds of tennis, but his mother was picking him up at 3pm and he had best be on his way. However he agreed to meet them next Saturday, same time. Perfect, thought Egan, next Saturday was D-day, -DO or DIE day! He was so excited that when the three stripped off their clothes in the locker room, he had problems controlling his erection that he would get Aaron to take care of by means of a hand job once they were seated in the steam room.

Neither teen had really been interested in the visiting the steam room before . It was like walking into a cloud. One could sense the presence of other guys in the 20x30 foot floor to ceiling ceramic tile room with red overhead lighting, and sometimes catch a ghostly image of someone sitting or standing nearby. Fuck the handjob, thought Egan, the place was designed for blowjobs! He could swear that he heard faint slurping noises and wet skin against skin slapping sounds.

Aaron quickly figured out why his friend held the nape of his neck and was urging him down. He had seen and teased Egan about his boner at the lockers he had to keep his towel in front of him to walk the short distance to the steam room in the surprisingly heavy populated change room. Aaron feasted his eyes on all the naked men about. He made a mental note to return on late Sunday afternoons.

To Egan’s ear, Aaron only added soprano to the chorus of babies sucking  and other soothing sounds. To his right, he could vaguely see his father’s left hand resting on his thigh, and his other left hand pumping his cock. Dear old dad was getting a hand job from somebody, and when Egan could only barely see the man's back, he knew his dad was going down on a new friend. What a well kept secret the discreetly silent steam room was after all his years patronizing the aquatic centre. Maybe it was the sign that read: “Nobody under the age of 16 permitted without an adult.” The place was off limits for many of his early years, and he could see why! At least in his perverted mind.

On the drive home, Mr. Miller caved in to Egan’s pressure and admitted that he sucked off what he presumed was an eighteen year-old. He also confided that he often went there after work or weekends, and usually got lucky. “It isn’t the wrapper that counts, it’s the candy inside.” he said. “If a guy wasn't too fussy, ya take the good with the not so good and you’ll never go without sex.”

That night, Aaron had gone home because it was a school night. Egan usually drove him to school; a blow was much better that jerking himself off in the morning. He slept with his dad alone for the very first time. He also took it up the ass for the first time vowing to be kinder and less aggressive on entry with Aaron or anyone he ever fucked again. He only then imagined the pain he caused seven year-old Aaron back then. Lying on his stomach with his dad on top, the man fucked him hard and he squealed like a pig, glad that Aaron wasn’t there to witness it, which he thought would lower his status with the boy. Egan didn’t get fucked, --HE did the fucking!

It was the role playing that he and his dad did. Egan was Mark, and his dad was Egan. Hog-tied and stripped, Egan was forced to suck his dad’s cock, It was a huge turn on for him to play the submissive role, and getting fucked for the first time completed the theatrics as painful as it was. Egan concluded that where there was pain, erotic pleasure could also be derived from it. He finally understood Ari’s enjoyment getting fisted that night.

The night began with Egan and his dad discussing Mark’s abduction, and how much easier is was going to be if the boy trusted him. They went into great detail from beginning to end, rehashing the ‘what ifs’ including possible conversations that may arise and the physical force necessary if need be.

“You WERE planning on doing him ‘in’ after you had yer fun with him, Right?” Mr Miller asked cold as ice. “Of course then tie some weights and toss him in the middle of the lake, --no one would ever find the body.

Egan hadn’t thought about that yet… or --he didn’t want to cross that bridge in his mind quite yet. He remained silent looking at his lap.

“Well ya better start thinking about that. Otherwise he’ll identify you and rat you out in a heartbeat once you let him go. --Ten to twenty my dear boy!” He said bluntly.

His dad then did a 360 and suggested that Egan delay the following weekend’s abduction plans. “Why don’t you use Aaron to befriend him, they’re close enough in age. Then you get to know him as Aaron's much older best buddy, . . . 17, with wheels! You can easily pass for sixteen even.

“School is almost out for the summer, you can then invite him on a fishing trip to grandpa’s cabin and mess with him there. Even if ya have to rape him, so be it if you can’t seduce him into it, at least that way nobody will be missing him back home, . . . and no amber alerts! Most boys never tell anyone they’ve been molested, you’ll have a whole week to convince him that he likes it, -or- he goes home never talking to you again. The risks are a lot less if you go with that plan and quit thinking with the wrong head.”

“I guess you’re right. I hadn’t thought things out completely.” Egan meekly agreed, perhaps he was in fact thinking with the wrong head, however the excitement of it all was still too overwhelming to dismiss completely, he would have to think about it.

Earlier that night, Egan had received a phone call. It was Jason from the rave inviting him and his boyfriend to a party at his place next Friday. .Egan had forgotten that he gave him his phone number when he was asked for it. Jason never even wrote it down giving Egan the impression that he would never hear from the 23 year old and his friend Chad again. He liked both guys a lot, they were cool. He wasn’t sure if he liked Jason referring to Ari as his boyfriend, he had never thought about that, but loved the ring to it, making him feel older, more mature. He copied down Jason’s apartment address and phone number and assured him they would be there.

When he told Aaron about the invite, the younger teen was all for going to the party. Both boys liked the idea of having some older friends to socialize with. Egan never had friends, really, Jason and Chad were the type of guys Egan could relate too, not gay, but open minded like himself. A party at their place could lead to a great friendship, maybe even a chance to infiltrate their circle of older chums and finally have people to hang out with and have a few beers on weekends and shit. Yes, the idea was very appealing the more he thought about it.

Egan and Aaron looked forward to their big night at a real party with older people. They didn’t have a need to follow Mark around any longer, Egan and Aaron knew the boy’s schedule better that his own parents, and besides, they had a tennis date on Saturday to get to know him better. Egan conceded that he would postpone D-day for a while to see how things went, telling Ari his possible new plan and his role in it.

“You become his pal, his best buddy, older than him. He’ll suck that up. I’ll give you money to treat him to shit, --like burgers and shakes and stuff, and play games at the arcade. And . . .” Egan went on with a list of ideas for the introverted, shy boy. “Then we don’t have to worry how we’re going to get him into the van to take him up to the cabin. We’ll still have to tie him up, maybe use handcuffs instead because he’ll freak when he finds out we ain’t taking him home.” Egan never told Aaron about his father’s long drawn out, time consuming suggestion, only a mini-version to avoid the initial abduction. Egan even came up with new ideas, like getting Aaron to strip the boy naked on route to the cabin, the military intelligence way of making prisoners submissive, maybe Aaron could even give Mark a blowjob to loosen the kid up. If he was thinking about his dad’s safer alternative plan, he didn’t show it.

Friday night Egan parked his van in front of the address Aaron had written down. They had shoplifted some cool Hilfiger duds during the week and looked pretty preppy. They didn’t really shoplift the goods as they first intended to do, the boutique was empty except for the very obvious faggot clerk. Egan had come up with a more devious plan that he explained to Aaron as they took off their underwear and in the mall washroom.

They smiled at the early 30s something geeky clerk and explained that it was his friend, Aaron’s, 14th birthday and his mom had given him money to to buy some new clothes and that Egan had saved his allowance to buy something fashionable for school. The man was more than helpful following the boys around the store holding up shirts to their torsos and claiming they would look marvellous in them. He even bent the rules and let the boys take off their t-shirts and try them on. Bare-chested they wandered around the small store checking out the underwear section, where Egan commented to Aaron that he never wore those anyway, so why waste his money.

When they came to the jeans section, both boys could have won an academy award for their performance of gay boy’s excitement holding up the trousers undecided which pair was cooler than the other. When Egan asked if they could try them on, the stuttering clerk was more than willing to not only escort them to the change room, but come inside for a proper fitting when Egan told him that Aaron’s mom, who they had to fight off from coming to the store, insisted that they have the tailor measure him thoroughly for a proper fit, both boys rolling their eyes for emphasis.

“Um, yes, yes --of course she would.” He looked around to make sure no other customers had entered the store and led them to the change room, pulled the curtain behind him and watched the two shirtless boys kick off their shoes, barefoot, and then strip off their jeans absolutely carefree that they were totally naked. in front of him.

They had several pairs and styles to try on, stripping naked time after time and modelling themselves in the full mirror asking what Jody thought, do the man’s name tag read. Jody obviously thought both boys were gorgeous in the raw, but never commented on that aspect, the bulge in his 501’s said it all, he merely got down on his knees and stared at their crotches while checking length and waist measurements, sweating profusely. He stayed on his knees as the boys tried on other pairs.

When Egan bluntly stood in front of the man with his jeans half way up, he pushed his crotch into the man’s face and told him to blow him. Jody didn’t waste a second gobbling up the flaccid meat, Egan giving naked Aaron the eye to move closer.

Jody thought that he died and went to paedophile heaven. Two hunky boy cocks offered on a silver platter growing bigger by the second as he went from one to the other with warp speed slobbering like a St-Bernard. He had already cum in his Calvin Klein boxers briefs when he first saw the boys naked and only fantasizing, but his erection never subsided.

Egan wanted to speed things up and jerked off and spewed in Jordy’s mouth at the right second when the ape-shit cock sucker had another go on his cock. Aaron followed his friend’s lead and did the same taking longer than Egan, but eventually surrendered his nut to Jody’s wanton mouth. When Egan told him that Aaron would blow him, much to Aaron’s shock, his pants were down and his slimy hard five-inch cock was at the ready for the event of his lifetime. Moments later, Jody looked like he was having an epileptic seizure cumming in Aaron’s mouth.

When they all got dressed and left the change room, Egan picked out a few pairs of expensive underwear, two shirts and two pairs of jeans for each he and Aaron, placing them in his backpack he told Jody, standing at the cash register, “Me and my buddy don’t come cheap!” and walked out the store this Aaron in tow without paying for anything. They had a great laugh about it all driving home.

Looking like two vogue magazine models, they walked into the dilapidated two story walk-up that smelt like yesterdays dinner and to the sound of babies crying until they reached the top floor they heard music blaring and the distinct odour of pot. Not having to bother double checking the apartment number, they banged several times on the door until Chad answered stark naked. That should have been their cue to split when it was apparent that it was no ordinary party. At least thirty guys, aged 13 to sixty, the younger ones were nude or very close to it. Wearing thongs or g-strings dancing in the dimly lit room with a strobe light giving off an eerie slo-mo atmosphere, and shockingly, many were having sex.

Jason was soon on the scene wearing a thong and welcomed the two guests with a warm hug and kiss to the lips complete with a slip of the tongue. Egan was dead wrong on his speculation that Jason and Chad were like-minded guys willing to have a little fun with their own gender. He didn’t like being kissed like that but reluctantly allowed Jason’s tongue to explore his almost closed mouth. Although apprehensive, Aaron was more open to the intimate welcome and rolled his tongue over Jason’s when he figured it out.

So much for their fashion statement impression, Aaron and Egan were stripped down to their Calvin Klein boxers and their duds tossed into a small mountain of other guys things and led into the throng of partiers and introduced during a brief pause in the music. Guys waved, other gawked making absence gestures and comments. Even the guys sucking cock or fucking in orgies took a timeout to acknowledge the new arrivals with a smile.

Egan’s misgivings about the sex party were somewhat eased when he saw the four boys no older than thirteen by a day, dressed only in crisp white briefs accentuated under the strobe lighting kneeling around the coffee table with straws up their noses snorting what was obviously cocaine scattered the length of the table, which Egan and Aaron were immediately offered to partake in. Men hung over the boys’ shoulders, their hands groping the youngsters as they were showing them how to get high.

Egan noticed there was also a bowl full of ecstasy tablets laid out for the taking. When Aaron snorted up both nostrils and then went for the bowl, Jason was quick to intervene warning him not to mix the two drugs so quickly, there would be plenty of time for that. He then took Aaron by the hand and led him into the dance crowd. Egan later caught a glimpse of his young friend lifted off his feet and sucking face with some much older man around thirty.

Chad made a special introduction of one of the young boy to Egan. Kyle had auburn hair to his shoulders and the most beautiful blue eyes -which would have been even prettier if he wasn’t so stoned and squinting. He learned that Kyle would be turning 14 the next day. Big deal, thought Egan, so is my cat.

The more his eyes had adjusted, the more younger teens and older men he noticed. Egan could partially see into a red-lit, marijuana hazed bedroom where still many more silhouettes of people were on the floor or standing engaged in what was obviously sex. A big screen plasma TV was playing bisexual porn. Young boys and girls of all ages with adult men and women doing everything imaginable to each other around an indoor swimming pool in what appeared to be a mansion setting. He wondered if there were any girls in the bedroom, he could fuck a pre-teen-girl and finally lose his one remaining virginity in that way. He even found himself excited at the thought. Perhaps he and Ari could find a female kid next and lose their virginity together after they’ve had Mark. In introspect, that would set his conscience at ease that he wasn’t gay, something that had been eating at him for a while.

to be continued . . .

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