Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 01:04:16 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triangle Boys, chapter 11 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 ELEVEN en years before, a downtown developer was about to default on a loan to renovate a large house on Oglethorpe Square which he planned to turn into 8 condominiums. The location was perfect and he was on the good side of the impending real estate boom. The developer was a true visionary. But the whole thing was highly leveraged and the developer had a taste for cocaine. As construction neared finishing, the cost of his party aid was going up too, forcing him to dig into his corporate bank account for funds. He ran out of money just as he finished and couldn't afford to hold them on the market because the debt costs were just too much. Fortunately, for him, there were bankers and businessmen ready to step in and help him restructure everything. They did it partly because it was good business but also because Sam had asked them to. And Sam came out the winner in the deal because he got the condo's for a great deal less than what they were worth. Javoris made a nice dime on it too, both from the highly inflated cocaine that he controlled and from what Sam paid him to ruin the man. Six of the units were sold at a considerable profit. Two were reserved for other purposes. There were two in the back, part of the old carriage house. The one on top became Sam's private apartment, the place he could live apart from the boys and have something approaching a private life away from the adolescent gang life that he was slowly tiring of. The one on bottom became the civilian apartment. It was the place the boys could bring a civilian that they wanted to fuck or just party with so that they wouldn't have to expose them to any aspect of the operation on Broughton Street. Of course, it was configured in such a way that he could keep tabs on who and what was being done. It wasn't that he didn't trust them. He did. He trusted them to make bad decisions from time to time, occasionally exercise poor judgment and try to push the boundaries if they could. He just needed to be able to maintain some measure of control and be readily available quickly to clean up a mess should that be necessary. They never hosted clients in that apartment. Sam didn't believe in mixed use spaces. It made things complicated and made it more likely that the word would get around to the wrong people. This time would be an exception. AJ would host Javoris. He had chosen carefully. He didn't want Javoris in his main business place, in part because of the objections that Carlos and Brandon would make to it. They had done business together in a limited way once. But that had come to a halt 8 years before. They had a strict agreement between them up until now. Javoris actually walked away with the better end, money wise. He got the street prostitution, at least control of the girls. Sam had exclusive rights to any street hustling by males but didn't exercise it. For one thing, street boys rarely had pimps and for another, it just wasn't his business. The boys that sold themselves on the street were usually desperate runaways or throwaways and needed the money. Sam had his honor. He would not be physically abusing young gay boys for small change on 25 dollar blow jobs. Javoris had whatever control he could exercise over marijuana, cocaine and heroin. Nobody had control of the meth market. Sam had the market for club drugs: Ecstasy, GHB, Ketamine. The kind of drugs that gay men used. His market was stable and profitable. Javoris had high overhead, particularly in muscle, and lately heavy competition from the Latino gangs that were moving in. As it happened, the Latinos didn't care about Sam's market either. So, as far as Sam was concerned, if something bad happened to Javoris, it was no more than he deserved. But Javoris had the army to destroy everything Sam had built and to destroy it with ease. So, he had to be placated, however much he disliked having to do it. So, AJ would be his date. AJ was the most expendable of his boys. In the 18 months that he and Max had been on the payroll, he had never earned up to his potential. He was pretty enough and he got the first dates. It was the repeat business he lacked. He wasn't a very good fuck. So blindly in love with Max, he found any other man distasteful and it showed. It didn't help that AJ thought himself above it all anyway. The shame of it was that Max, on his own, could have been a star but he was saddled with AJ. They had become instant best friends at the age of six when they met the first time. AJ's family had just moved in next door and they played together happily in the mud until they were covered from head to toe. From that day on, they couldn't be separated with dynamite. All through elementary school there had a constant round of sleep overs and daily play dates. Sam wasn't sure when it first became sexual but it was a gradual process over years. By the time they were thirteen, the two boys were full-fledged lovers. Even though Max was by far the more straight acting, both boys were totally gay. If anything, AJ was the one less repulsed by women than Max was, who actually couldn't achieve an erection in his one and only attempt with a girl, which had been only the year before and only because the client insisted. But if it was going to be a bad scene with Javoris, a possibility that Sam couldn't dismiss, AJ would be the one. He was replaceable. There would be the chance that Max might actually stay one. He had few choices. The two of them had left home because Mr. and Mrs. Halloran could not square homosexuality in their son with the love of God as expressed through the one true and Catholic church. They didn't care if he left or died if he didn't want pussy. AJ had left with him because he couldn't bear being separated from Max, even though his parents weren't nearly so dogmatic. They had made their way to Savannah and were turning desperation tricks outside one of the few gay clubs downtown when Adam spotted them. He fell in lust instantly with Max and brought them into the fold, primarily as a means of getting into Max's pants. AJ waited for Javoris at the civilian apartment after getting his usual assistance from the little blue Viagra. When Javoris got there, AJ was impressed. Often his clients were older men that almost physically repulsed him but Javoris didn't. He was by no means beautiful, with a large flat and misshapen nose and lips that were far too full. He had an almost Cro-Magnon look of primitiveness and hard, savage eyes. But he was impossibly fit. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. "Which one are you?" "My name is AJ" Javoris shook his head. "Damn boy, you get any browner you'll be a nigger. Sam couldn't set me up with one of them pale white boys?" AJ wasn't insulted. He was used to being a second choice and it didn't bother him. "If you want, I can see if we can get another boy." "What I want is for you to get on your knees and start sucking my black dick." Right there in the living room, AJ suck to his knees in front of him and undid his low hanging work pants. Then he snatched down the boxers, freeing a large, long, thick, uncut penis that flopped over a pair of oversized, low hanging testicles. He had an impressive manhood. He couldn't help but smell his earthy aroma, which he found distasteful. Still he wrapped his lips around the fuck stick and cupped his balls, massaging his taint with one finger. After he sucked it semi hard, AJ backed off and pulled the foreskin down, exposing the bright pink head. He had never quite gotten the hang of sucking an intact cock but knew the head was abnormally sensitive. He used his tongue to lightly play with it for a time, both the head and the shaft but Javoris put his hand behind the boy's head and forced him back down on it. Soon he had stiffened up. Stripping off his tight wife beater shirt, he stood there with the body of a carved ebony god. Javoris stood there, one hand on his hip and the other tweaking a nipple. Javoris pulled his dick out and began to slap AJ's face with it. "Take your fucking clothes off." AJ stripped off his clothes. He was bronzed, lean and physically perfect. But he had to stroke himself to stay hard. Javoris, though, didn't notice that and forced AJ back onto his dick, gagging the boy as he shoved it down his throat. When AJ tried to pull back and slow things down by nibbling playfully on the foreskin, Javoris just took it from his lips and again began using his tool to slap him on the cheek. "Suck it, bitch. Suck some big, black dick." Since he seemed to actually preferred bad blow jobs, AJ figured he could be the one to give it. So what if he came fast and it didn't feel as good as it could. The sooner he came, the sooner AJ was finished. So he just bobbed his head back and forth, going up and down on the dick. Then, as his blood got warmer, Javoris began to face fuck him which was more than AJ could handle. He began to gag again. He was just too big. What AJ couldn't know was that it was actually the best oral sex Javoris had ever received. He was so used to bad cock sucking, he didn't know the difference. "I gotta use a rubber, yo? It's time for me to rip your asshole out, bitch." It was the moment that AJ dreaded. He was a bottom and didn't mind big dicks but Javoris was huge. Worse, he wasn't a very considerate lover. AJ just had to steel himself for it and hope that it would last too long or be too bad. Sheathed and greased, Javoris pushed him over the back of the couch, kicked his legs apart and penetrated AJ from behind standing up. It was a sensation of searing, tearing pain as the oversized member was rammed in hard. Involuntarily, he yelped in pain. Javoris ground himself in until his balls were slapping on AJ's ass. "Not so hard." AJ begged but it only spurred him on. He just slammed it again and again. He laughed a little knowing the pain he was causing. AJ tried to struggle away but Javoris wrapped a powerful arm around his waist and kept going. "Stop. Just stop. It hurts." "Shut your fucking bitching, bitch. You know you want this big dick. You've been waiting for a real man, pussy." "Oh God, please stop. It's fucking killing me. Fuck. Goddamn it, stop." AJ cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then suddenly, Javoris stopped. AJ felt his dick come out of his and the hold on him loosen. Whimpering, he scurried away, tripped and began to crawl away. There were streaks of blood on the carpet as he scooted along. Looking up through his tears, he saw Sam standing in behind Javoris with a gun touching the back of the black man's neck. Behind Sam was Carlos, who was also armed. "What the fuck?" Javoris demanded as he spun around to face Sam. "You're done." "I'm fucking done when I say so, you fag assed bitch. I gave you a handful of Benjamin's and I'll fuck his sorry white ass the way I want." "You'll be dead before then or you can take your money and leave." Sam told him. Carlos stepped forward with 10 one hundred dollar bills. Javoris snatched the bills from his hand and picked up his jeans. Sam never put the gun down. "This ain't over, fuck ass. I own this town. I do what I want. I'll take your ass down, yo. You better remember who the fuck you're dealing with, mother fucker. I dropped your prize boy, what was his fucking name – Justin? He fucked with the wrong nigger and so have you, mother fucker." "I'll take the chance" Sam said. "Time for you to leave" When he was gone, Sam went to AJ, who was struggling to get back in his pants. "Come on, let me help," Sam said soothingly. The worst he had feared would happen did. AJ didn't deserve it. "We'll take you back to the loft and I'll Daniel to check everything out, make sure there's no permanent injury, maybe something to help you sleep, okay?" AJ looked at him. "Did you know he would do that?" "No" Sam said."Don't worry. You're the last person he'll ever do that to. I promise." Carlos was less foregiving. He helped get AJ back to the lofts and said nothing as Daniel checked him over and then gave him a sleeper. They left AJ cuddled in Max's arms. Adam, Ben, Karl and Ian were gathered outside, wanting to know the story. which Sam only said was a date gone bad. Adam was unhappy about that explanation and wanted details but Sam was able to put him off. Carlos and Brandon were a different story and even Danny too when he finished with AJ. They took Sam down to the bar in the basement to grill him, Carlos in the lead. "Why the fuck are we messing around with that guy? He's evil. He shot Justin in cold fucking blood and you let that slide." Carlos said "There wasn't anything I could do about it, not then" Sam said. "Well this is fucked up, Sam. Fucked up. And you know it." "Sam," Brandon said evenly, the usual voice of reason and calm, "Something's got to give. We all get that Adam had to be brought in. We all love the kid, he's great at it. A natural. But this shit is beginning to stack up." Sam looked around at them, all of them his oldest friends. He debated whether to put into words what he planned. "You loved Justin" Daniel said. "I know that. YOu love me too but he was the one that got away. The straight boy, the beautiful straight boy, that you could pay for sex if you wanted but never have for love. He loved your sister. It was one thing to bring in Adam, but Ian ... there had to be a better solution." "I couldn't think of one," Sam admitted. "Adam is like him. Look, I know there are a couple of issues. One is if Ian and Adam compare notes and figure out that Adam and the little brother Ethan have the same father by different mothers. Ian figuring out my connection to him. But that is all manageable. Adam figuring out the Javoris killed his father, that's a different story. That's actually dangerous. But, Javoris is going to be dead within the week." A week later, the Savannah News had a story about a local drug dealer being found dead in a house in Southside, his throat cut. It had been easy. What the boys didn't know was that the civilian apartment was wired for close circuit TV. The whole encounter was recorded. Sam knew who to pick. Dontrell was his name. The top lieutenant. The disk was free. All Sam wanted was the same deal with Dontrell he had with Javoris, this time though the deal was made from a position of strength. DOntrell accepted. The others watched it and decided to act. Javoris was found dead a day later. Dontrell was true to his word.