Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2016 18:21:59 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triangle Boys chapter 2

			       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



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						TWO


	Once his flight landed, John Hudson retrieved his bags and wandered
out into the terminal area, looking for the person that had been sent to
drive him in.  A tall man, about 30 with long hair in a pony tail, stood
there with a sign bearing his name.  It was all perfectly normal, of
course, and Hudson was accustomed to the exact same thing happening for him
in any airport in the world.  It was a routine occurrence, which is why it
was so annoying.  This was not a routine trip.  Hudson had paid quite a bit
of money and the driver long distinctly older than he should given the
price and the promise of young, handsome boys.  He was beginning to feel
that he had been had.  It wasn't so much the money, although he wasn't keen
to just give it away, or even the time away from his life, so much as the
disappointment.  He had been looking forward to this for weeks.

	They chitchatted about nothing in particular as they drove into
town. How his flight was, whether he had ever been here before.  That sort
of thing.  Once they got into downtown, Hudson did have to admit that it
was a beautiful city, with the fall colors and the outstanding architecture
of a bygone age.  With a professional's eye, he could name the styles.
But, of course, he wasn't here for a history of architecture tour

	They turned of East Broad onto a quiet tree lined street and pulled
up in front of a modest clapboard house that Hudson judged to have been
built soon after the Civil War.  The man with the ponytail, Sam, grabbed
his bags and led him inside.  Inside was a boy dressed in khaki's and gray
tee shirt curled up on the couch reading a book.  He put it down and stood
up when they walked in.

	"John, this is Adam.  He'll be your host while you're here."  Sam
told him before taking his bags upstairs.

	"Well, you're more like it" Hudson said.  The boy was spectacularly
handsome.  Honey colored skin with a big toothy smile and bright green
eyes.  He sported the artfully askew hairstyle that boys like.  Based on
the width of shoulders, Hudson could only imagine and salivate what kind of
body he had under his clothes.  "I have the money.  2 nights, six thousand
dollars."

	"We can talk about money later" Adam dismissed it.  "Would you like
a drink?"

	"Scotch, if you got it"

	Adam moved over to the bar.  "Glenfiddich?"

	"How old?"

	Adam stared at the bottle.  "21"

	"Good.  On the rocks, please" Hudson agreed, impressed.  Perhaps
not 5 star quality but very, very good scotch.  "Don't want one yourself?"
he asked as Adam handed him the drink.

	"Trying to corrupt a minor" Adam said with a smile as he poured the
drink.  "I'm not much of a drinker. Not really.  Can't get served out
because I'm underage.  I'd have to stay home and drink and there's so much
of it around, I'd be a drunk if I were. "

	"How old are you?"

	Adam paused half a second before answering, "sixteen"

	"Most sixteen boys are looking to get trashed every chance they
get.  Trashed and laid"

	Adam smiled.  "Getting laid definitely.  And I'll party.  I smoke
pot some and will take some E if I'm going dancing.  I just don't drink a
lot.  And not scotch.  I think they age their whiskey in barrels of old
socks so they don't forget their sad history.  I like things like
margaritas. Festive and ... well, green.  Like pus, I guess.  I am kind of
fag that way."

	"A fag in any other way?"

	"Well" Adam said leaning directly toward him.  "I fuck men and
boys.  Faggot enough?"

	"Women?"

	"If the money's right." Adam said and then shrugged. "Women don't
pay for sex usually and not usually with boys. If they do its with men.
And, honestly, I'd much rather fuck a man than a woman any day of the
week."

	"You know, Prince Abdullah recommended you" John said as he sat
down on the couch next to Adam.  "You personally."

	Adam stared up at the crown molding on the ceiling and didn't
respond.

	John broke the silence.  "What he told me was that you were
outstanding in bed and that you were interesting to talk to out of bed."

	Adam was silent for a second, formulating a response.  Then he
leaned over and said quietly, "John, I am not going to talk about him to
you or talk about you to him"

	"Good policy.  Now, does my money buy a chance to look at you with
your shirt off?"

	Adam smiled and peeled off his T shirt.  Lean and smooth with 8
pack abs.  He had a nice amount of hair in his arm pits, not too much and
he didn't shave them thankfully.  His muscles were well defined and there
were thick veins in his arms.  Perfection as promised, John thought.

	"Now the pants" he commanded.

	Silently, Adam undid his belt and undid the khaki's, which slid to
the floor.  He kicked them aside and stood there in brown and turquoise
briefs.  He had a more than modest bulge.

	"I'll take off the underwear in a minute.  But first, I am going to
tell you how it's going to be and don't tell me about how it's your money
because you haven't paid me yet. "

	"Go on" John told him.

	"You've had a long flight and you're tired. So, we're going to go
upstairs and I am going to give you a massage. If you want, we can have
sex.  Then we order in some food.  Italian, maybe?"

	"Not pizza" John responded.

	"No, not pizza.  Veal for you, I think.  A young animal, milk fed"
Adam said as he straddled John's lap, rubbing his ass into the man's
crotch.

	"Sounds delicious" John panted.

	"Probably ought to get started.  I'm beginning to get a little
hungry."

	Adam took him by the hand and led him upstairs. He told him that
they would do it both naked.  Naked would be best.  John stripped off his
clothes, watching Adam undress too.  He had to admit the boy was gorgeous.
His muscles defined without being overly built, pects and abs perfect.  His
skin perfectly clear. He stripped off a pair of trendy boxer briefs,
exposing his dick, all ready semi-hard.  The pubic hair was trimmed but
fortunately not shaved.

	"You're uncut" John said. He supposed that American boys were
universally circumsized.

	Adam shrugged.  "Yeah, never got around to getting that done.  Lay
down."

	John lay down on the bed face first.  Adam straddled him and began
to rub him down.  He pushed hard against the muscles of his back and John
could feel the tension leaving him.  The boy was good at massage.  By the
second he was feeling more and more relaxed.  At first, a naked boy sitting
on his ass had made John hard but that ebbed as the stress flowed away.  He
was relaxed and calm, almost sleepy.

	"Turn over" Adam said quietly.

	John did.  Adam, naked and semi hard, straddled his lap.  John
responded to that.  Running his hand through the chest hair, he leaned over
and took a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting and sucking.  John felt
himself growing harder.  Then he leaned in and began to kiss him.  Their
mouths met and tongues were rammed in as Adam slid a hand down to cup
John's balls. Spreading his legs apart, Adam scooted in between and took
his hairy ball in his mouth and sucked gently.

	John exhaled slowly as Adam slowly made his way down John's dick,
his wet lips moving down a millimeter at a time, his tongue swirling around
the head as he went down.  All the way to the root.  His nose was buried in
John's pubes, smelling his musk as Adam stayed there, using his tongue to
massage the shaft.  Then he pulled off quickly, letting the dick slide out
of his mouth.  He licked one side of piss slit with roughness of his
tongue, then the other side and then center.  He used his spit for lube as
he jerked him while sucking on his balls and licking at his taint.  Then,
careful not to be away from the dick too long, he went down on John again.

	"Yeah, baby. You're good at that"

	Adam knew that he was good at it.  He had sucked his first dick at
nine and since then, a thousand time more.  Fifteen hundred times maybe.
He was well practiced and an artist, a craftsman who loved his work.  He
ministered to the man;s dick with his mouth and his hand.  He kept the head
just inside his lips and let his tongue go to town, licking a swirling
every part as sucked hard.  John shivered with pure pleasure.

	"Stick a finger up my ass" John pleaded.  Adam turned and opened a
drawer in the coffee table and grabbed a bottle of Wet.  As John felt his
balls being sucked again, he felt the familiar and delicious sensation of a
finger sliding up inside him.  Adam began to lick his shaft, with a hand at
the base gently tugging.  He moved his tongue upward and licked circles
around the sensitive pink head.  All the while, he gently flicked his
middle finger in John's rectum.

	"Oh, Jesus" John moaned.  "For God's sake, don't stop"

	Licking his lips, Adam dived onto his pole.  John thrust it in as
Adam's finger, first one and then two, found his prostate and began to
massage it.  Suddenly, he knew that there was no stopping it.

	"Oh, shit" John cried as he exploded into the boy's mouth.  Adam
stayed on his dick and drank every drop of semen.

	Adam pulled up and lick his lips.  "A nice sperm appetizer.  Why
don't I order dinner?  You'll want the entrée while its still hot."

	John sat there, suffused in relief.  Adam dialed a number and gave
an order.  When, he hung up, John said, "You are an outstanding cocksucker.
I doubt I could compete with you but I figure I ought to return the favor.
You're still hard."

	Adam chuckled.  "Don't worry, I'm going to come plenty.  You're a
bottom, right?"

	"Yes."

	"There's some douche in the bathroom.  If you don't mind, while we
wait.  `Cause I'm thinking that I want to get my tongue all the way up in
there."

	While he was upstairs, John heard Adam answer the door and talk to
the delivery boy.  The conversation actually seemed to be taking longer
than it should and John got the impression that they were exchanging
telephone numbers.  In a way that he couldn't explain, he was almost hurt
that Adam was trying to pick up another boy while he was getting himself
ready to get fucked.  Eventually, though, the door closed and John slipped
on a robe to go downstairs.

	"You got his number?"  John asked pointedly.

	Adam was unfazed.  "Yeah.  He's cute.  And he seemed to like my
underwear."  He had answered the door clad only in his briefs.  "You're
hurt?"

	"No," John lied.  "This is just business for you, I understand."

	"Just because its work doesn't mean I don't enjoy it. Doesn't mean
I don't like you.  In a couple of days, you'll be gone and I'll be horny
again.  And he's cute.  Might be dumb as an ox but I don't want him to do
fucking heart surgery, just, you know, sodomize me. So, veal marsala for
you, eggplant parmesan for me. "  Adam replied as he put the food onto
plates.  "Not Michelin 4 star but what the fuck."

	"Vegetarian?"  John asked as he took the plate.

	"Hell, no.  Cows exist to be eaten.  They're just another part of
the food chain" Adam answered as he sat on the couch cross-legged next to
John.  "Think about it.  Cows and pigs and chickens made a sweet
evolutionary deal with humans.  We breed `em. We feed `em.  We take care of
them and, at a certain point, we kill `em and eat `em.  But the species
lives on.  If cows had to make it on their own, they'd be fucking extinct
by now.  Sucks for the individual cow but it's good for all cow-kind."

	"True enough but, in India, cows do very well and they are not
eaten."

	"Yeah, well" Adam stumbled for a second.  "Certain Hindu sects
think the rats are sacred.  Problem is they'reactually pests and breed
disease.  So, we can acknowledge the sensitivities of hundreds of millions
of Hindu's and then still eat the fucking cheeseburger.  See, actually that
would piss of two religions wouldn't it.  Jews don't mix dairy and meat.
Bacon cheeseburger gets the Muslims in. That's three religions"

	"You make a good argument"

	"Thank you. "  Adam said graciously.  "Do you mind if we talk about
the rules now?"

	"There are rules?"  John asked, playfully.

	"Yeah.  What we're doing is illegal.  Neither of us wants to go to
jail.  And if either of us gets pissed off, it's not like you can go to the
police and let them sort it out."  Adam replied seriously.  "First rule and
most important is that any anal sex is with a condom.  Bareback is not
available at any price.  I get an HIV test every six weeks and get checked
for other STD's four times a year.  I have the paperwork if you
want. Second, you're free to do any drug at anytime you want, but we will
not be joining in if you're doing crack, heroin or meth.  We won't help you
get it and we won't do it.  Not ever, not even once.  Third, no means no.
If you want to do something and the boy doesn't he'll tell and it's final,
for that boy.  One of the rest of us would probably be happy to do it but
that boy gets to say what he will and will not do.  I don't do rape
fantasies.  I was raped and it's no fucking fantasy for me.  Pretty much
anything else, I'm cool with.  Not a big fan of B&D but as long as it's not
too much, ok.  If you force a boy to do something he doesn't want to do, we
will decide what the punishment will be.  If you physically force him, if
you actually rape a boy, we will fucking kill you. And a boy has the right
not to have you as a client.  Those are the rules."

	"I can live with that" John said.  "I am sorry you were raped.  Are
you okay?"

	Adam nodded.  "It was a long time ago, when I was 10 and it was a
different life from what I have now.  But thanks for saying so"

	John wanted to know what happened but bit his tongue and didn't
ask.  Adam offered no details.

	"Good" Adam smiled. "Sam'll tell you the rest tomorrow. Tonight,
we'll just have a good time."

	"Well, it's been fun so far"

	"You want to hear about the other boys?"

	"Sure" John said bewildered.  "I would have thought that, you know,
you get paid more if I stick with just you.  There might be a jealousy
factor."

	Adam laughed.  "We get paid the same.  And men are pigs, let's face
it.  You're going to test drive them all.  It's cool.  And you'll be back
for the best."

	"You're cocky"

	"I'm good in bed.  I have natural talent."  Adam shrugged, reaching
for his lap top.  "So there are 7 of us.  There's Thomas.  He's 19."

	"Cute."  John said looking at a picture of mixed race black boy
with a swimmers build.

	"No offense, but you need to work up to Thomas.  He's a wild man.
Of course, you'll come 5 times in a night if you don't die of heart attack
first. Then there's Joe. He's 19 too."

	John saw a blond, shaggy haired boy with a baby face and the body
of a Greek god.

	"Joe's a sweetie.  And there's me.  And AJ, there's Max." Adam said
scrolling through the next pictures.

	"There's a story, I assume?"

	"They're boyfriends.  They work separately, mostly.  But they've
been together forever"

	"Forever in teen age years?"  John mocked.

	"They've been together since they were 6.  I mean they've been best
buds, super tight, since they were six.  And they're both gay, so I am
pretty sure they started playing pretty young. AJ is a totally hot bottom.
Max is a ...  Max is a fucking stud.  You want to make me happy, pay for a
three way. You, me and Max.  He is too fucking sexy. I'd let him fuck me
anywhere, anytime."

	"Max is the muscular one?  He is good looking.  The freckles keep
him from looking mean.  I think you have crush on him."

	"No.  I just want his body.  AJ loves him, that's different.  You
got to respect that.  If there's money involved, that's one thing.  The
other way is just kind of mean."  Adam said quickly.

	"You know, as the customer, I don't know what to think about that.
It seems cold hearted to, I don't know, rent one of them if they're that
committed.  And I know from your end, that's just money and it shouldn't
matter.  But people have a way of being funny when it comes to sex."

	Adam leaned over and slowly but passionately kissed the older man.
"You know, it's not just fuck and suck and be done, okay," he said after a
long half minute of kissing.  "It does mean something.  Maybe not a lot but
something. I want to be friends with my clients.  I want to be a part your
life and you part of mine. I want to be happy when I see you and you to be
happy when you see me.  You're paying me for my time, o.k.?  But, I'm in
the moment with you because I want to.  Understand?"

	"I think so. "  John replied.  He didn't know what to do with a
prostitute with a work ethic.

	"Okay.  Karl.  We have a lot of blond boys.  He's my bud, so I
won't say anything bad.  But, I'm better than he is.  And last, but not
least, Ben.  Killer bod but he's only 14, so he's got some growing to do.
Ignore the bad haircut. It's different now.  He's a good lay.  Oh, he's
uncut too."

	A little too young, John thought.

	"Okay, you're through eating" Adam announced.

	"I am?"

	"Yeah.  I'm horny, Let's fuck"

	" I thought the customer was always right.  What if the customer
wants to eat his entire meal first?"  John played with him.


	"Bullshit" Adam shot back.  "Eat up if you got to but I think the
customer wants to nibble on my fucking foreskin and then get his ass eaten.
That's what the customer really wants."

	John laughed despite himself.  "Not much for subtlety, are you?"

	"Sometimes.  Witty repartee is fun for a while but we both know
you're not picking crappy, take-out Italian food over being fucked like a
banshee.  I'm horny.  You're getting an erection.  I want to fuck
you. Let's go."

	Upstairs, Adam practically threw him on the bed before climbing on
top.  Roughly, the robe was pushed aside and John's erection flopped over
to the side.  Adam began to kiss him urgently.  John threw his hands up
massaging the boy's face and neck as their mouths melded in increasingly
wetter kisses.  Adam's own wood strained against the cotton holding it in
as rubbed into John's crotch.  As they kissed, John began to feel himself
being devoured by lust, by a hungry young man.  And he was a man in every
way that mattered right then.  And John was intensely relieved to be so
completely dominated.

	He lifted his legs up and locked his feet behind Adam's back.  Adam
shifted his weight a little and began to faux fuck him, his briefs still
on, even as he continued to passionately kiss him.  John had no option but
to continue to kiss him and massage what part of Adam's body his hands
could reach. Finally, he let his head hang off the side of the bed and
Adam, still on top, began to lick and nibble on his neck.  The boy's weight
on him felt good and he could feel the throbbing in his groin.  Adam began
to slowly work his way southward, licking in broad swipes on his torso.  He
settled on a nipple and began to suck and lick it.

	John just had to give in to the worship.  Adam licked on one nipple
and then the other and then moved down his torso.  By now, his dick was
raging hard.  Adam took one long tongue swipe and then a half a second in
his mouth before falling on John again.  They kissed, even more burning
this time.  Only for a minute, though.  Adam moved downward and again took
John in his mouth.  A quick suck of the balls, back in the mouth and a
twist of a nipple made John groan loudly.

	He was too good at it.  John had to stop him.  He sat up and leaned
forward, grabbing Adam forcing him down to the bed.  Completely naked, John
got between the boy's legs and began to kiss him.  It was slower, more
tender, less urgent.  John could see his young partner's eyes and realized
that there was no malice, no hesitation there.  Unlike any other boy he had
ever paid for, this one was not a pro forma fuck to get the client off and
pocket the money.  Adam, he could tell, was going to suck the last drop of
pleasure out of it.

	John wanted his dick.  He pulled off the underwear.  He worshipped
the teens splendid torso with his mouth and hands.  Then he took the boy's
hard dick in his mouth.

	"Play with the foreskin," Adam told him.  John pulled it tight over
the head of the penis with his lips, grabbed it with finger and gently
twisted it.  "Mmm. That's it" Adam encouraged him.

	Again, he took it his mouth.  He knew it was inexpert in comparison
but it was a beautiful dick and he had to do it.  He could only take it
half way in before he gagged a little.  But Adam simply groaned a little in
pleasure.  But then Adam stopped him and snapped up to a seated position.

	Adam grabbed him by the dick and led him over.  The sat spread
eagle facing each other, kissing, as Adam masturbated both dicks at the
same time.  As Adam tugged, John could feel the heat growing.  The kissing
became harder and more urgent.  Then he reached down and took over the
stroking duties.  But John could see his face and didn't see kindness this
time but hunger.

	"Enough" Adam said."Lay down on the bed"

	He did and spread his legs.  He felt his ass cheeks being pulled
apart and the warm, wet roughness of Adam's tongue invading his hole.

	"Oh, God" John panted as Adam rimmed him.

	He worked his hole with his tongue.  It felt good.  Then he slide a
finger in even as he continued to tongue him.  But after a few delicious
minutes, it stopped.  He could hear and feel the rustling as Adam was
getting ready.  Then he felt the coldness of the lube being applied.
Slowly but constantly, Adam's fat dick slid up his ass.  John remembered to
breath but it was a labor.  He groaned at the incredible fullness of it and
bit the comforter on the bed.  Adam rested on his outstretched arms and
drove into him.  He continued to grunt involuntarily.  It was perfection, a
little bit of pain spicing up the intensity of the pleasure.  John slowly
began to try rock himself backwards against each thrust, trying to get more
of it in him.  Harder and harder he rocked back because he wanted more and
more.  Then, he flung his arms by his side and grabbed Adam's muscular
thighs, trying to push him in.  Adam responded.  He fucked him harder and
faster.

	John turned his torso upwards to see the boys face.  Then he threw
an arm around Adam's shoulder to pull him downwards.  Adam fell gently on
him.  It felt right having his whole weight on him.  Adam's dick never
stopped working.  With variable strokes, he pounded John's ass.

	Then, laying on top of him, John felt himself be enveloped by
Adam's strong arms.  He found himself being pulled onto side, Adam's dick
never left his hole.  In a spoon position, Adam held John's top leg up and
fucked him.  At first, it was gentle and Adam kissed his neck and face.
The strokes were long and slow.  But then, increasingly there weren't.  The
kissing fell away and the strokes got harder and faster.  John didn't think
he could take it.  Reaching down, he stroked himself but instantly knew he
couldn't.  He could hear Adam grunting like an animal.  He could hear
himself do the same.  It was all too much but he couldn't keep his hands
off his dick.  With white hot intensity, John came.  Four long spurts and
all the tension in his body and mind left.  Three more hard strokes and
Adam pulled out.  He ripped off the condom, tugged at his penis hard two or
three times and pointed it at John's chest.  Thick ropes of come shot out,
the first missing him entirely, overshooting him and landing on the bed.
Then he was slathered in sauce.

	John could see the satisfied look on Adam's face.  Then Adam took
his finger and slid it along John's body, gathering up a sticky wad of
semen, both of theirs.  He stuck it in his mouth and pulled it out with a
smack.

	"I like come.  I'm a fag that way."  Adam said smugly.

	"You did it like a porn star.  Pulling out to shoot.


	Adam looked crestfallen as if he had made a wrong move.  "I thought
you'd want to see me come" he pouted.
	John couldn't leave it like that.  It had been the best sex he had
had in years.  "No, it was beautiful, baby.  Perfect."

	"Did I earn my money?"

	"Yes, you did" John admitted.  At three grand a night, the kid was
expensive but the Prince was right.  He was worth it.  "You may be
underpaid.  A real artist."

	"Yeah" Adam said quietly, neither proud nor sad.  It was a fact and
he knew it was fact.

	They snuggled and fell asleep in each other's arms.  Adam fell
asleep quickly and hard, sleeping untroubled.  John was awake, marveling at
his young body, his even respirations.  Marveling more at the boy's lack of
guilt or regret.  He gave and took pleasure without shame or fear, but did
take compensation for it.  Eventually, he too fell asleep.

	His dreams were oddly non-sexual but more about beauty.  At one
point, he was wandering the Louvre and, in his dream, alone before the Mona
Lisa.  He dreamt about light and warmth.  When he awoke, there was a hint
of fall air, a faint scent of autumn.  But he was alone in bed.  Sleepily,
he woke up and sat up in bed.  Adam was in chair, nude, with a hard back
book on his lap and a composition book perched precariously on top.  Hard
in concentration, he was scribbling furiously.

	"What are you doing?" John asked.

	"Hey" Adam said brightly.  "Math homework.  I suck at it, too.
Probably going to fail"

	"You go to school?"  John asked, surprised at this turn of events.
He hadn't really thought of him as an actual schoolboy.

	"Yeah, of course.  I'm only a sophomore though" Adam said.  "Do you
know anything about trig?"

	"I'm an architect"

	In about two bounds, Adam landed on the bed.  "OK.  Explain this
shit to me and I'll give you a blowjob before school. "

	"Your blowjobs are outstanding, but don't you have a teacher."

	"She's a fucking woman.  I used to be pretty good at eating pussy,
actually.  But it's kind of revolting, you know?"  Adam said.  Then he
tapped the book, "Sine and fucking cosine.  Explain.  Or no oral sex for
big, bad John"

	So he did and got the second best blowjob of his life.  It might
have been the best but he was still spent from last night.  And there was
more to come.  When he finally boarded his flight the following day, John
Hudson was a very happy man.