Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2017 13:27:52 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triangle boys chapter 10 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 TEN Gil was an out call. He insisted on that so as to reduce his exposure. Actually, the locals were often outcalls, mostly at a condo in a large complex at Tybee, but Gil came from old money and had his own place there. Adam regarded the trip out there and back a pain in the ass, particularly since he favored boys who couldn't drive meaning that two of them were tied up for the evening, and only one was earning. But with Gil, the date wasn't an overnighter so it could be worse. As they turned on to East President's street leaving Greene Square behind, Adam still hadn't said much to Ian. For the next 20 miles it was just a bleak industrial zone and then stretches of marsh over which ran a two lane road after Wilmington Island. It was just before 6 on a weekday and the traffic was moderately bad. Adam was tense and pissed at the traffic and Ian could feel the bad vibes. It was his first solo date and he was mildly resentful that Adam was being a dick. He thought that for his first that Adam would be more supportive. Instead, he was just being sullen and mean, hurting the boy's feelings. Ian wasn't even sure what he had done wrong. "This is a freebie, you know. " Adam said to him as they sat backed up at the drawbridge. "He gets 5 free for sending you to us. But it counts toward profit-sharing. Cost of doing business." "Yeah, I know. Ben told me." Ian replied. "There's something I want you to know. Before you go getting all fucking gooey and having little kid romantic shit ideas. There are three reasons to fuck: for fun, for money and for love. I fuck for fun and I fuck for money. I don't fuck for love. For fun, I fuck who I want when I want. We'll work out better if you're the same way, got it?" "Yeah, I know. " Ian answered a little forcefully. He was hurt by the cavalier way that Adam was treating him. "I'm not Max and I'm not fucking AJ. I'm not looking for a fucking boyfriend. I'm shit boyfriend material. For one thing, monogamy sounds a like a fucking death sentence. There is no fucking way that I'm going to settling down to some middle class, white picket fence, gay version of respectable hetero life. Don't want it. Not interested. And if that's want you want, then you picked the wrong fucking life, kid." "Got it." "Pissed?" Adam challenged him. "Yeah, you asshole. I thought you liked me. I thought you cared. But you're just like everybody else, just another liar." Ian screamed back at him, red face with rage. Adam stayed silent as they crossed over the bridge and sped up down the causeway toward the island. "I never lied to you. I've never told you one untrue thing. And I'm telling you the truth now. Because it was the same way with Ben. Just like Ben, I could fall in love with you so fucking easy. It would take nothing and I'd even mean it for a while. And you would too. But it would be a lie because a cute boy would come along and I'd trail after him like a dog in heat. Think about yourself. Because you feel about Ben almost as much as you do about me, right? Same as I do. So what do we have: a three way relationship? Because odd numbers don't work, kid. Besides, you don't care for either one of us as much as you do Ethan." "Don't call me kid and you leave Ethan out of this." Ian answered resentfully. "Sorry. Ian. But it's true. We're whores, Ian. We don't have the luxury of romantic fairy tales. We are the bullshitters not the bullshitted. You can't have illusions about shit. I don't blame you for how you feel about him. If I had a little brother and we went through the same shit, I'd probably feel the same way. But you are setting yourself up to be hurt. There a thousand reasons why it won't work out the way you've got it your head. A thousand fucking reasons. He's too young and Sam will never take him, even if we got a chance, which we won't. And he's probably not even gay, or won't be when he grows up a little." Ian didn't respond for few minutes. It was only when they made the big, 90 degree turn for the road to run parallel with the ocean that he answered. "You're wrong," he said. "No, I'm not," Adam replied. "And I do like you and I do care." "You're still a dick." Adam let that be the last word because it, too, was true. He had treated him badly and knew it. The kid was only 13 and the full throes of puberty. He was entitled, under ordinary circumstances, to have a crush or even more, but the life they were in didn't allow for it, at least not easily. Max and AJ, with nearly a lifetime of mutual devotion under their belts, struggle combining love and fidelity with the need to sell their bodies. It could be a hard life and no one should wish it on another unless that person was suited for it. Adam knew that Ian was but the kid might be a different story. He turned onto a dirt lane that headed toward the beach. It had a street sign and a name but was little more than a well rutted path to the water edge running between beach houses of varying age. Gil's was a ramshackle affair that had seen its better day but had the advantage of being right on the ocean. Adam walked him to the door across a wooden walkway and Gil met them at the door before they could even knock, dressed casually in a Polo shirt and chinos, scotch in hand. He invited Adam to join in the fun but was turned down. Adam told him he had homework to do. He had worked the previous night and had two consecutive nights coming up with dates. Adam wasn't about to waste a perfectly good load on a Gil freebie. With a nod, Gil escorted Ian to the bedroom, gently closing the door. "You're a delicious boy, you know that don't you?" Ian smiled shyly, stepped toward him and kissed him. Gil was momentarily taken aback but kissed him anyway and began to run his hands down the boy's thin torso. Ian stepped back from him. "I want you to do me a favor. You do me a favor and I'll do you one," Ian said, pulling off his jacket. "It depends on the favor" Gil answered softly, moving toward him again. Ian stepped back again one step, and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his flat belly and smooth chest. "I'm going to let you bareback me." "Now baby, that's against the house rules," Gil replied as Ian took off his shirt. He watched with growing lust as Ian undid the top button of his jeans. "Sam doesn't allow that." Ian sat on the bed and pulled off his jeans. When he stood again, he was dressed only in a pair of blue and red briefs, a larger than average dick clearly outlined and beginning to engorge. "Sam isn't here and neither of us are going to tell him." "You must want a pretty big favor from me. Something about a brother, probably?" "When Spell calls you wanting to bring him in, you're going to let me know first." "You're pretty sure that's going to happen. Okay, deal. I would have done it anyway, just for the asking." Gil said, pulling him closer to him. Ian took the man's hand and laid it on top of his bulge. Despite what Adam thought, he had no illusions. He knew Gil wanted to fuck Ethan most of all. He had seen the disappointment that day in the office that Gil had so carefully tried to hide. He knew from the first second that Gil lusted after both of them but the younger boy more. Each would see the other as an ally to get what they wanted but Ian wanted to make sure the deal was sealed. The older man began to kiss him tenderly on the neck as he began to explore his body with his hands. He tugged at the boy's balls roughly and Ian felt himself grow fully hard. He has happy that he wasn't embarrassed or self-conscious in any way. The fact that Adam was in the next room, knowing what has going on, didn't bother him. Ian knew that he was a pro, that he was meant to be a pro. And he knew that Ethan was meant to be one too. Nobody knew that like he did. Ian helped Gil pull off his shirt. He had a paunch and a hairy chest but he wasn't gross or anything. Surprisingly, Ian wasn't turned off at all. He had all ready made a distinction in his mind. When he fucked a boy, he wanted them to be lean and sexy. But when he fucked a man, he wanted them to be a man, not an aging boy. Pulling off Gil's pants, he was surprised that he wasn't fully hard yet. He made a mental note that old guys took a while to do what happened to him with great ease. It wasn't hard but it was plump and on its way. Sinking to his knees, Ian took it in his mouth. Gil breathed in hard with delight. Soon he grew erect as the boy's lips and tongue did their duty. For his part, Gil was happy that the boy was hard and stayed hard while servicing him. It is an enviable trait of youth, he thought, the speed at which they grow excited and how casual they are about it. Ian pushed all the right buttons, giving him just enough teasing to get his blood boiling and then backing off. He took it deep into his throat and slowly pulled back, his lips touching every cell of the shaft. Gil pulled him up and kissed him hard. His tongue probed the boy's mouth with unbridled lust. Ian reached down and stroked Gil's stiff member as he kissed him sloppily. Instinctively, he knew to keep working the man's dick so that he would maintain focus. Gil broke off the kiss and looked him in eye. "On the bed, boy," he commanded. Ian climbed on the four poster bed, laid on his back and spread out spread eagle. He knew that Gil wanted his turn at some young dick. But Gil was slow to get there, slower than Ian would have been. The man began to suck on his toes as he ran his hands through the hair on Ian's legs. It was white blonde and fine, extending only to his knees. But he was proud of his hairy legs. It marked him as not being a little boy anymore but an emerging man. And he could tell that the signs of his ongoing puberty were turning Gil on. By the time that Gil reached his full balls, which Ian kept shaved on Adam's instruction, the man was masturbating himself. Lovingly, he sucked Ian's testicles. In response to the pleasure of it, the kid stroked himself but Gil stopped him, knowing how quick a boy can go off. But he couldn't leave that prick alone. "You have a beautiful dick, kid. A real winner." Gil murmured before taking it in. Ian arched his back. The man had been sucking dick for decades and was better than Ian had thought he would be. He had real technique and it felt great. He felt himself growing hot and beads of sweat beginning to bubble up on his forehead. He began to tense his belly in response to the tremendous sensation, outlining his abdominal muscles that were packed on to his tight frame. Gil threw his hands up and roughly massaged his chest and torso, feeling the wiry hardness of it. "You ready to get fucked, boy?" Gil snarled, hungry with lust. "Fuck me raw," Ian answered. Greased up, Gil penetrated him missionary style after sliding a pillow under his ass. Ian wasn't completely comfortable in that position but seeing the animal look in the man's eyes turned him on. Gil threw Ian's knees on his shoulders and plowed his ass hard. For the first time, his brain knew how to interpret the signals. Before when fucked, he didn't know whether to shit, piss or cum. This time, it just felt good. Skin on skin, Gil violated him. Grunting hard, his face contorted with concentration, Gil banged in to him. Ian groaned and pulled him downward to kiss him. Gil kissed him but it was rough, almost savage but Ian felt the same way. He didn't want it to be tender, not right then. He wanted it all just harder, faster and stronger. Then Gil pulled his arms away and pinned them down over Ian's head. His fuck stick rode up into the boy's ass with a piston like stroke. Ian desperately wanted to get his hands free, to start stroking himself. He felt a compulsion to do so. His ass and his prostate were telling his brain that was vital that he cum. And Gil was close to. He wasn't fucking him gently or tenderly, it was pile driving. Ian could see that his face was red and hair matted down with sweat as the man was breathing hard. But the sensations from his groin were growing and he knew, jerking or not, that he would cum. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, Ian exploded, sending the first jet of semen over his shoulder and the next few spurts onto chest. Gil's eyes grew wide as the boy came just from being fucked. With one great heave, he dumped his load in the boy's ass. Gil rolled away, huffing and puffing, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat. "It's been 25 years since I did it all natural. I forgot how good it felt. You might have ruined me for life." Ian cuddled up next to him, in child-like fashion. "Remember our deal," he whispered. "I will," Gil answered, rubbing the perspiration off his forehead. "But I'm sorry I took advantage of you. It won't make any difference. Sam won't agree to it. He made it very clear that he wants your kid brother to stay right where he is. He doesn't want him to have any part of this. He wasn't going to take you except he had no choice." Ian sat up in bed, staring at Gil. "What do I have to do with it?" he demanded. "Sam's got his reasons. He can be very stubborn and surprisingly sentimental, all things considered." "Why? Is it because he's too young? Adam wasn't any older." "Yeah. And that's the heart of the matter, right there," Gil replied. Ian recognized the wistful tone. It was a man that wanted to say more but wouldn't or couldn't. Then Gil turned sly. "I knew you slightly when you were very young. Which is to say that I knew your mother and her boyfriend, Ethan's father. An incredible piece of ass I hear. I ever was with him as he was a bit older, in his early 20's. But he had a loyal following. Sam was obsessed with him and didn't care that he was gay for pay, the only one ever at Triangle." Ian listened intently. It was beginning to really dawn on him that all these men knew something about him and were hiding it from him. "Sam said he didn't know him" "Really, I remember him being intensely jeolous" Gil said. "That's the way it is though. In Savannah, appearances matter and you have keep the secrets well-hidden. You can go far in this town if you can hide the truth well enough," Gil lectured him. He got up and went to closet in the bedroom and began rummaging around on his hands and knees, bare ass in the air. With a small shout of triumph, he pulled out a videocassette. "I knew I had this somewhere. It's not my personal favorite so I give it to you as a gift. I think both you and Adam will be interested in it. The third scene particularly." Ian looked at the VCR tape. It was labeled "Spring Break Fun: Daytona Fuck and Suck."