Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2016 12:27:37 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triangle Boys TRIANGLE BOYS By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: THis story is fiction. It involves male prostitution with both of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex. If you find this objectionable, please do not read. If you find this erotic, please enjoy Complaints, compliments, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming ONE Joe stood on the balcony of the condo looking out over the beach, letting the sea breeze hit him in the late afternoon. Now, late in the day, there is the merest hint of a nip in the air. It's Indian summer and the beach is crowded, mostly locals, trying to get in one last weekend before it turns off cool. Joe can feel the heat of the grill with its red hot coals. He's in board shorts and a tee shirt, not because he's ashamed of his body but because his fair skin burns so easily, even with sunscreen on. His body is perfection, like a statue of a Greek god. The kind of body that women and men stare at. And he is proud of it. He had spent more hours than he could count working on it. He's watching Adam down on the beach, sitting next to some man, talking. Joe didn't recognize him and is pretty sure that the man wasn't a client. He flopped down in the chair, mildly irritated. They have a client up here and he's supposed to be working, Joe thought. Martin stepped out on the balcony with a plate full of steaks. Joe stroked his leg as he walked past. Martin is his best client, a frequent visitor. Joe liked him and respected him even if he wasn't attracted to him. In his mid-forties, Martin is hairier and chubbier than Joe liked. "What's he doing?" Martin asked. "Talking to some guy." "That guy's doing us a favor. He's probably wearing him out." Martin said, giving voice to a tiny thought in Joe's mind too. Adam would talk to anybody. And it was so hard to hold a conversation because it was all over the place. Joe wasn't like that. He would work methodically through the points, going from A to B to C. Adam zigzagged everywhere. Only sex could keep him focused. "We really only need him for the fucking, right?" "I guess" Joe thought that was unfair. But he was pretty sure that Martin didn't mean it. He had used Adam plenty of times in the past. "How do you think he wants his steak?" "You can ask him. He's coming up" Joe replied, watching him walk across the sand. He actually knew the answer. Five years ago, when Adam first started, he had helped train him. The sex part of the training didn't take long. He was only 11, not even old enough to ejaculate, but he all ready had a bag of sexual tricks that was impressive. He wouldn't bottom at first and Sam decreed that he didn't have to until he was ready, which took more than a year. But other than that, he really didn't have much to learn in bed. Most of their time was spent getting the trailer park trash out of him and turning him into the kind of boy that rich men could want to spend time with. Adam burst into the condo, still drying himself off, mostly his dark curly hair. He flipped the towel onto the couch which annoyed Joe enough that he got up to put it in the laundry basket. Adam smiled wickedly as Joe hustled past. It was done knowingly because Joe is a neat freak. "How do you want the meat?" Martin called out. "Hard and in my ass" Adam answered. "I meant the steak" "Bloody" "Joe, how do you want the steak" Martin called out. "Medium" he answered. "Joe wants his steak medium. That's Joe's motto: medium" Adam said, taking Joe's chair from him. "Is that bleu cheese on the counter?" "Gorgonzola" Martin replied. He loved it crumbled on steak. "Which is bleu cheese. You know that stuff isn't sanitary. You know why it's blue? Mold." "Penicillin" Martin corrected him. "Which is mold. I might be allergic to penicillin." "That's simple. Don't eat the cheese." Martin suggested. "Are you allergic to penicillin?" Joe asked, coming back onto the balcony. "I don't know. I don't eat bleu cheese." Adam replied. "I bet you picked a wine to pair with the cheese. Bet I can guess." "What's the bet?" Martin egged him on. "Beaujolais" "Wrong. A Cote du Rhone. Crozes Hermitage to be exact. Now what do I win?" Adam considered it coyly. "Well, I might let you fuck me." "I think Martin was expecting that" Joe told him. "Oh, yeah. I guess the money does improve his odds of getting laid exponentially. I learned about that in math. So, you'll be happy to know that the school is teaching us something. You can even bring it up at the next trustees meeting. So, why didn't you take us on your boat? You bought a new boat right?" "It's too small. It's a Beneteau First 345 and it isn't new. I bought it used." Martin answered, flipping the steaks. "Benetaeu. Is that the funny looking one?" Adam asked. "It's sleek and stream lined." "Yeah, funny looking, like I said. One day, I'm going to get a boat and sail around the world. A Contessa 32. That would be cool. Do we have to eat first or could we, like, fuck first and then eat. Cause I really want to fuck. Be naked at a minimum" "You're on the balcony" Martin said "You like me naked." "Yes," Martin said. "Joe too. But later." "The steaks are on the grill, anyway" Joe said. "Yeah" Adam admitted. "Another thing about the stinky cheese. I bet it makes your cum tastes bad." "Can we move on from the cheese?" Joe asked, plopping down in chair with a loud thud. Adam had a way of beating something to death, he thought. "It's his fucking cheese," Adam said. "Look, call me when it's time to eat or suck dick, whichever comes first." By the time that dinner was served, it was dusk and the sea breeze had a little chill to it. They ate on the balcony where you could see the ocean between another building and a large beach house. It wasn't a premium location but the mortgage was steep anyway. For some perverse reason, this was Joe's home base even though he didn't really like the beach that much. Still the golden hue of the evening was nice and the conversation was pleasant. Joe guessed that Adam had quietly smoked some pot because now he was relatively mellow, even though he was grilling Martin about the various virtues of different sailboats. Obviously, the kid had done some research because as nearly as Joe could figure the questions were intelligent ones. Joe himself couldn't keep up with the conversation because he had no interest in sailboats but he wasn't surprised that Adam could, his interests being wide-ranging and ever changing. As dusk turned to night, they retired to the master bedroom which was just off the balcony. Adam was the first to undress as he only had to peel off his board shorts before jumping on the bed enthusiastically. He did have a nice body, solidly built but not overly muscular. His abs, though, were a work of art. The skin was the color of honey and the tan line was hard to notice. He was a mutt, mixed parts Asian, Latin and white, it all added up to beauty, dark hair but green eyes. perfect bone structure. He was working himself hard, a longer than average uncut penis sticking out from trimmed pubes. Joe, open faced, boyish, blond and muscular, slid into bed on the other side while Martin undressed. A little overweight and hairy, he got in between them. Both boys were professionals and turned their attention immediately to their client. Adam kissed him while Joe slid his hard body next to Martin's softer one, his erection mashed up against the older man's thigh. They traded kisses with Martin. Martin went from one to another, the blond god of 18 and the exotic boy of 16, kissing one and then another. Everything about both boys was well put together. Their breath, sweet. Their looks, exquisite. Their bodies, young and firm. Their dicks, hard. Martin was stirring to life himself. Both of them together was a luxury, an expensive one at that, but he felt he deserved it. His wife was away and he had been looking forward to having both boys together. Joe continued to kiss him, playing with his nipples as Adam went down and got between his legs. He played with him, toying with it, stroking it gently to full hardness as he licked underneath Martin's balls, his taint. Then he took one of Martin's balls in his mouth and then the other. The man just had to sigh. It was turning his on but he just desperately wanted Adam to take him in his mouth. It was killing him. Then Adam slid his tongue gently up the underside of his shaft along the piss, gently the first and then roughly the next. Martin sighed again. He was so horned up, yearning for it so bad. THen, Adam's warm wet mouth enveloped his swollen prick. And it felt all the more wonderful for the wait. "Yeah, suck it" Martin said softly. Joe went back to kissing him, nibbling at his ear, playing with his nipples. All the while, Adam was doing a number on Martin's dick. The boy could suck dic. That's for sure. His tongue, his hands, his lips, the technique was perfect. Martin began to breath heavily, it felt so good. Without being told, Adam came off of it, went back to his balls, licking and sucking, letting him cool off but still be pleasured, before going back to his prick. "Let me suck you" Martin said to Joe. Straddling the older man's chest, Martin took Joe's tool in his mouth. He was blowing one and being blown by the other. It was delicious. He ran his hands up along Joes firm hard ass, up his muscled back. His cut dick was hard and he had full, shaved balls. Everything trimmed and neat. Even Adam, the wild child, was perfectly groomed. By now, Martin was definitely into it, definitely feeling it. They switched. Joe took over sucking him, even if he wasn't quite as skilled as Adam he was still pretty skilled. Adam straddled his chest, his rock hard dick in Martin's face. As much as he lusted after Adam, thinking him beautiful, he preferred circumsized boys, which Adam wasn't, but the boy pulled his foreskin back and carefully but discreetly kept a hand on the base of his dick. Martin used his mouth on it. "I like that Martin" Adam said. "I like it when you blow me. Makes me feel special." Martin looked up at him and then went back to the dick. Somehow he liked that the boy enjoyed it, that he made him feel special. He had no idea how a 16 year old male whore would feel but neither boy had ever seemed anything less than happy. Perhaps they were good actors. It wasn't that he begrudged them the money, and it was a lot of money, because there was no way otherwise a 50 year old man would ever be able to fuck a 16 year old and a 19 year old without money changing hands. After a while of changing back and too, Adam whispered into Martin's ear, "Time for Joe to fuck you" Martin was hot and he was horny and he wanted it. Adam was spreadeagle at the top of the bed, his dick sticking up like a flagpole as Martin on all fours with his ass in the air. He gobbled up Adam's dick as he felt Joe's fingers in his ass. That felt good. Then a bit of pain and the awful fullness of it. Joe went all the way in, slowly, and martin had to suck in some air. Then he stopped and Martin quickly got used to the fullness of it. Slowly, Joe started fucking him. "The wife's away and Daddy'll get fucked, huh?" Adam said with a laugh, his hands on Martin's head, pushing him down on his dick. "You like it, huh? Fuck him, Joe." Martin didn't answer. He didn't have too. He just continued sucking Adam's beautiful dick. Joe wiggled around and sent waves of pleasure through Martin's body. Slowly, in and out he went. The fullness was incredible. The hardness of their bodies intermingled with his kept the older man hard throughout it all. Slowly, in and out. Then, almost imperceptibly, faster and harder. Ever so slowly, he ramped it up, a little faster and a little harder. It felt good and his dick was hard as he sucked Adam. "You do like it, right?" Adam whispered in his ear. "He's doing it right?" Martin pulled off his dick and said, "Yeah, God, it's good" Adam smiled. He very subtly keep Martin away from his dick, not overtly. Martin noticed it, figured that Adam was nearly ready to cum and needed to cool off some. He knew the younger lusted after the older and he was drinking in the site of Joe's muscular body fucking Martin. The older man had to admire the grace of it. He had said anything and hadn't refused Martin anything but he was getting the cool down he needed. Joe, though, was beginning to just fuck him and it was feeling increasingly wonderful. Martin resolved to last as long as Joe did but he couldn't touch his dick right now, the sensation down there was too strong. "Oh fuck" Joe panted. "Oh, fuck" Martin just groaned. Moaned, really. He was incapable of speech. He was just a collection of pleasurable sensations right now. Joe was fucking him harder, harder and faster. He was breathing heavily. Martin was sure he was covered in sweat. As for himself, the older man wasn't so much breathing as snorting. "Oh, yes, just fuck me" Martin called out. "That's the way, that's the way" Joe pounded him. Fucked him hard. Then he screwed his face, grimaced, eyes closed tight and stabbed him once, twice, three times more, hard and deep and then threw his head back. The movement slowed and ceased. He came. Martin wasn't done. He stared at Adam, wild eyed. "Time to get fucked" he said, hard and mean. Adam smiled, scooted down a bit, carrying a pillow under his ass. He stuck his legs up in the air and his ass, his beautiful perfect ass, up in the air. Joe rolled a condom onto Martin's hard dick. The older man scooted up, Adam rested his knees on Martin's shoulder. A slather of lube and in he went. Unlike Joe, he didn't start slow, he just pounded him. Hard and fast and savage and rough. Adam stayed hard. He stroked himself even. Martin was wild eyed, he didn't care. He was ravishing the boy, fucking the shit out of him. "Hard as you want" Adam said, "fuck me hard, I can take it. Pound my ass" "Ohhh, fuck" Martin said through clenched teeth. He wouldn't last, he couldn't. He wanted too but knew he couldn't. Just had to be in the moment. The sound of bodies slapping together filled the room. Martin moaned and would grunt with each stroke. It was building. The boy was far tighter than he ought be, Martin knew. And he clenched his ass muscles around Martin's dick and that only made it better. He fucked hard. It was buiding. The pleasure was more and more, more even than he could manage. He snorted and grunted and just went faster. "Ohh fuck," Martin cried out as he came. It was dark outside. Two boys lay next to him, both beautiful. "You need to take me on your boat" Adam said. "I will for a freebie" Martin said. Adam laughed. "That's not the way it works. I'm trying to hustle up some business." "You get plenty of business" Martin said. He hadn't noticed that Adam had not gotten off. He had been hard when Martin came but he went soft and didn't press or demand relief. When the client was done, the boy was done. But in the end, Joe was staying, it was his base of operation after all, and Adam wasn't. Martin hadn't paid for both overnight. Goodbyes were said, Adam did it gracefully but he was out the door nonetheless. He drove a Mazda 6, fast enough to be fast enough but not flashy. Because of traffic, it took a good 30 minutes to clear off the island and be on the straightaway back to town. By then Sam was texting him every few minutes. The texts were cryptic but Adam knew the code. There was somebody at the club that wanted him for some fun. A second date today. He sped down Victory and turned on Montgomery. He decided to park next to Sam's Audi in the space between Club Hellfire and the fashion store next door. Sam might be pissed but business is business. He went inside the back entrance of the club. Sam came back from the service bar. "Your ass sore?" Sam asked Adam smiled. "Not really. It was Martin. What's up?" "We hired a lawyer for the website. Austin brought him up from Tampa." One of Triangle's investments was a gay porn site, Gaymotion.com. Austin, Sam's cousin and the first boy he ever recruited, runs it. "To handle first amendment stuff, copyright, stuff like that. He wants to meet you" Adam shrugged. "This a freebie or is he paying?" "He's paying." "Okay then, I'll be charming" Adam said, grinning, before bounding up the stairs.