Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2017 18:02:21 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triangle Boys chapter 4 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 FOUR For generations, Broughton Street was the main shopping street. All the big stores – Sears, Kress, Woolworth's – were there as were all the small businesses a thriving city needed. But then, the stores started moving away and the malls were built so that downtown became a derelict ghost town. They were saving the fine old homes but the commercial buildings were boarded up and abandoned. By the early nineties, new life was just beginning to start and the old Sears building was an early example. A group of fairly prominent men banded together to buy the old building, which they got for a song, and renovate it. Even though they were celebrated for their efforts, the real driving force was a 23 year kid named Sam Wisenbaker, who stayed carefully in the shadows. The prominent men had provided the access to credit but the capital was his, the money for the payments on the bank loan came from him and he controlled every square inch of the building. Even though all the businesses he installed would make money, he was wise to avoid every scrap of publicity because his financial empire, at its base, was founded on prostitution. When Adam Barfield parked in the State Street garage, he and Ian had a bit of a hike to get to that building, no longer the focal point of redevelopment but just another renovated building in a bustling downtown. They walked past the Federal Courthouse on Wright Square, across Whitaker – the busy main artery out of downtown, past the IRS building which is constructed seemingly out of bathroom tiles. At Telfair Square, Adam, hauling a book bag full of pot and files, led Ian, burdened with a duffel bag holding all his earthly possessions, down Barnard Street to the alley behind the Sears Building. He punched in a code in the security system and a door in the back of the building buzzed and unlocked. Trading the book bag for the duffel because the younger boy was beginning to sag a little, they stepped into a corridor right at the foot of some stairs. Adam motioned him up and they bounded up to the third floor. Across from the stairs was another key pad and Adam quickly punched in a code and again the door buzzed. Inside was a loft condo where the door opened into a long corridor. Adam headed down it toward the front windows and Ian fell in behind. Up at the front, past a kitchen area, was the living room packed with young men and boys, sprawled on a pair of couches and a love seat. A cute boy about Ian's age with striking green eyes sat on the floor along with an older teen boy, slender with spiked bottle blond hair. There was a black guy, another older blond boy who was well built, a slim olive skinned boy Adam's age and a freckled boy too. Ian noticed instantly that they were all good looking but his attention was drawn to man standing by the window looking out. He was tall, with sandy blond hair tied back in a pony tail and was smoking a cigarette. "Home safe and sound, bearing gifts and a friend" Adam announced, dropping Ian's duffel to the ground. "We got any fucking food? I'm starving." The man with the cigarette turned around. "Any trouble?" "Nope" Adam said, turning back to the kitchen. He yanked open the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. "Ian, this is Sam." "Are you the boss?" Ian asked. Sam smiled and a few of the boys laughed a little. He took some cold comfort that the boy didn't know who he was. "I suppose. I thought you might want to meet most of your new family. That is, if you decide to stay with us. If you don't, it's okay. We can still help you find something better than here you were staying. But we would really like for you to become one of us. Has Adam told you much about what goes on?" Ian glanced back at Adam and noticed that he was unconcerned by the question. Still, he wanted to protect him in case Adam had said something that he shouldn't. "No, not really." "Do you know anything about the book, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil?" Several of the boys shifted uncomfortably where they sat and there were a few barely audible groans. Adam, waving a water bottle, complained, "Fuck, Sam. He doesn't need a whole long speech. The kid is pretty smart. He just about has it figured out already. Doncha bro?" "You want me to have sex for money" Ian answered softly as he stared at Sam. "Nothing but net. Got it in the first shot" Adam said as he pulled the pot out of the book bag. He tossed it toward a gorgeous light skin black guy. "It's the purple, hairy kind. He sold it at cost too. We got something going with Javoris?" Sam looked irritated. "One thing at a time. There are some things that I thought that he might want to know. But, yes. That's how we make our money: gay prostitution, high end , with rich men. There are a couple of things that are pretty important for us to know for sure. One is that the boy is gay or bisexual and not straight. The other is that he is choosing to go with us freely because it's something that you want to do. We'd like some proof." " So, like a test? You want me to have sex with somebody, right?" "Yeah, it's a test," Adam answered. " You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do. We're not going to force you or even be mad if you hold back. But if you hold back, it won't work and we'll find you something else to do, somewhere else." "Do I get to pick?" Ian looked around the room at the males sitting on the couches and on the floor. There were 7 of them, the oldest two looked like they were college age and the youngest looked about Ian's age. All were very good looking, fit and sexy. "Because if I get to pick, I want Adam and ... him," Ian said indicating the youngest boy, who had black hair and vivid blue eyes. "Okay, if that's who you want. Ben, you're up" Sam answered with a slight shrug, turning back toward the window. Some part of him was disappointed that he choose Adam but he had to expect that. All too often, he was the flame that attracted the moths. Then he passed it off. It was inevitable that he would eventually find himself in Adam's embrace. Adam, being Adam, wouldn't let a conquest pass. "How much?" Ian asked, looking at Sam. There was some soft laughter from the boys on the couch and Sam jerked his head back in surprise. "I'm sorry?" "How much do I make, if I work for you?" Sam smiled. "Salary is forty thousand. We also share the profits, well half of the profits, based on productivity. The other half goes back into the business. How much did you make last year Adam?" "90 thousand" "Thomas?" The black boy had just loaded a pipe. "95" "Joe?" Joe was a round faced muscular guy, college aged, with sandy blond hair that fell over his face and ears, curly at the ends. "75" he answered. "Karl?" Karl was younger, between Ian and Adam's age, and had an ethereal beauty. Slender, blond haired, blue eyed, he was quiet and serious. "70" "Plus, you live here rent free. When you get a driver's license, you get a car. Clothes, tuition, a certain amount of party favors." Sam continued. "We can do it here, if you want me to. I don't mind." Ian answered. "If it's okay with Ben and Adam, it's okay with me." Sam said with resignation. Adam just shrugged and undid his pants. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and pulled off his shirt. He had an impressive body for 16. His pects were a little underdeveloped but that was the worst thing you could say about him. He had six pack abs, thick toned legs, a neatly trimmed bush and an impressive tool even though he was still soft. It was the penis that got Ian's attention. It was larger than anything he had sucked before and uncircumcised, another novelty. The other boy, Ben, had stripped down too. He too had an uncut dick and even though his body was toned and defined, he had less pubic hair than Ian did, growing most thickly on either side of his penis. Unlike Adam, he was already hard. They were about the same height. At that moment, Ian thought himself the luckiest boy in the world. He couldn't decide which one turned him the most but he was harder than he had ever been before. The other boys were crowding around the watch, which did make Ian nervous but neither Adam nor Ben seemed to care. He dropped to his knees to suck Adam, when the older boy pulled him up. "You're going to need to be naked for this bit here. They want to see your body." Ian cut his eyes nervously. "I've got a stiffy already" "Now that would be a plus in this situation" Adam replied. He stood and stripped. His dick was sticking practically straight up and had a glisten of pre-cum leaking. By now, Adam, who had been playing with himself, was nearly erect. He guided Ian down in front of him. The boy was excited. He had had sex with a man before and with his younger brother but never with a superhot guy in his prime, not mention two guys. Still, he was aware of the eyes watching him and aware of his own inexperience. Tentatively, he put his lips around Adams swollen dick. As pulled back, the foreskin slipped forward which he wasn't expecting. Trying again, he was able to get half of him inside without gagging. Just giving head was making Ian hotter. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ben stroking himself and realized that he wanted that dick too. Moving over to the other boy, he began to suck him. Ben's penis was smaller and not as thick but in a weird way that was better. He moved from one to the other, trying to remember to use a hand to stroke the shaft at the base and to play with the balls. Ian knew that he liked his balls tugged on so he did it too. Suddenly, he had the idea to stroke the one boy while sucking the other. Ian was amazed that he didn't think of it earlier. With Adam in his mouth, the steel hardness of Ben was great. Both boys moaned with appreciation. Then Ian felt a presence behind him and then Sam's voice in his ear, "I'd like for you to get fucked, if that's okay." He pulled off of Adam's dick, "Ben first" "Once is enough" Sam said. Ian looked up at Adam, fearful of having hurt his feelings. It was just that Adam was bigger. But that didn't mean that he wanted Ben more. In fact, deep down inside, Ian really wanted to get Adam off. "I can suck you while he fucks me. Please." "Cool." Adam agreed. Someone tossed Ben a condom and then some lube. On all fours, he felt the cold gel on his ass and then a finger shoved up inside him. Ian shivered a little because it felt good. Adam positioned himself on his knees in front and Ian dived onto his rod. Ben spread his legs a little further apart and then came the moment of penetration. It hurt. Ian's head came up and he gasped. Then just as quickly, the pain passed. He had only been fucked a few times but he knew that sensation. It wasn't comfortable exactly but it wasn't painful either. It was like his body didn't know whether he felt good or not. It definitely felt intense. Ben's strokes and his heavy breathing brought him back just to the edge of reality and Ian went back down on Adam's swollen prick. He felt great, incredibly sensual. The people watching had passed off into the distance and he was no longer aware them. His whole mind was occupied by the dick in his ass and the one in his mouth and to the hard bodies they were attached to. He heard someone urge Ben to fuck him hard and Ian thought that was right. He wanted to be fucked harder. By now, he had lost all hesitancy with Adam's dick and was going to town on it. His hands were massaging all over the older boy's hard, lean body. His own breathing was growing jagged as the pleasure inside of him built. Adam gently pushed his head up and backed away. By now, Ian had lost the power of speech it felt so great. He buried his face in the carpet and bit his lip. Wave after wave of sensation washed over him with each stroke as Ben was fucking him faster, harder and with more urgency. He felt like he was either going to die or explode. He knew Ben was close to. He felt himself forgetting to breathe as he put one hand on his head, pulling his hair and the other was furiously stroking his cock. Then came the explosion. It built to a peak and then a wave of extreme ecstasy as he came. A few seconds later, the pounding of his ass stopped and Ian collapsed with Ben's weight on top of him. Both boys were subsumed with peace and relief. Then he heard the clapping and cheering. Ben rolled off him and Ian sat up, still hard. Guys came up to him and jostled him and rubbed his hair. Ian felt happy and proud. He felt welcome. He looked around at the sea of unfamiliar faces and knew that they were his new family. Then, he saw a woman that hadn't been there before. Suddenly scared, Ian grabbed his jeans to cover himself. Adam laughed. "Don't worry, bro. That's Miss Melinda. She does the cleaning, the cooking, the laundry and the spying for Sam." Ian looked at her closely and decided that it wasn't a woman after all, but a man dressed as a woman. She seemed to read his thoughts and said, "Sweetie, the tits are a miracle of science. The dick I was born with. And I've seen plenty of naked boys, particularly around her. I brought pizza. Figured you would be hungry." He noticed that neither Ben nor Adam were making any efforts to dress as the herd moved lustily toward the pizza cartons. Hands were pulling at the cartons and slices were being shoved into hungry mouths. "And salad boy gets a salad," Miss Melinda said, handing a container to a slender, olive skin boy with brown curly hair and thick, sensous lips. "Come on, honey, you better get in here while there's still some left." "You can have some of my salad" the curly haired boy offered. "Raw foods are good for you." "Oh, bullshit AJ." Adam said after roughly swallowing. "You think you're doing the animals a fucking favor by not eating them. Cows and pigs are meant to be eaten. They made a survival deal with people: we look after them until we eat them. It sucks for the individual cow or pig but it's good for all cowkind." "It's an old argument" the blond haired guy named Karl said to him. "Even Max is eating pizza." Adam interjected. "I like pizza," Max said. He was a solidly built boy about Adam's age with touseled brown hair. He looked at AJ standing beside him. "I'm going to have salad too, A" "Keep it up Max. You're not getting laid tonight." Karl said. AJ ignored him. "Sam, he's going to need new clothes. What he brought is shit." "We'll go down to the store in a little while" Sam answered from the couch area where he was smoking another cigarette. "The fashion nazi has spoken," the black guy Thomas said over his shoulder at Ian. "You have some jizz on your chin by the way." hen the pizza was demolished, the boys headed downstairs en masse. At the head of the stairs, Sam stopped Adam. "I'd like to have his file." "It's in my bookbag, I think. What do you want it for? It's just the usual bullshit, just like mine." "Adam, when I want you to know something, I'll tell you. Until then, you don't need to worry about it. Against my better judgment, you'll be training him. He's going to need a fair bit of training. Enthusiasm he has, technique he doesn't. Am I right?" "Yeah, I'd give him an A for effort. " Adam answered. "But his technique isn't all that bad. No teeth marks. Not as good as Karl when he started, about like Ben. I don't think he's been fucked as much as Ben was. But he's going to be great, a real earner. Of course, he won't ever be as good as me." "I'm sure he'll take to it like he was born to it." Sam replied in a far away sort of tone. That lasted only a second though. Then he stared into Adam's eyes. "Changing the subject: the kid that you broke his nose, the one at Javoris's place, do you have a history with him?" Adam shook his head in disbelief. He actually backed up to the first stair going down, putting himself at a lower level than Sam, who at 6'1" was a few inches taller in any event. It was like he was subconsciously putting himself in a weaker and more vulnerable position. "How did you know about that?" "I know everything, Adam. Do you have a history with him?" "He was at Union when I was. I blew him once and instead of paying me, he beat the crap out of me. I paid him back for the ass kicking. He still owes me the ten bucks." "Well, don't count on collecting." Sam said, with a dismissive sneer. "Turns out he's been stealing from Javoris, which is a pretty stupid thing to do. Javoris has made me an offer as a way to make back some of the money." "What kind of offer?" "Now you're into the subject of things that are my business, not yours. I haven't decided what to do yet. I was just curious, that's all." Sam said as he began to go down the stairs. "Why don't we go down and make sure our newest boy is decked out for his life as an underage sex worker?" "You can count me in, Sam. For whatever it is with Josh. I fucking hate his guts." Sam turned around on the stairs and looked up at Adam. "I don't think so. You're too soft hearted for this kind of thing." "I might surprise you, Sam." "You surprise me constantly, Adam. It is one of the reasons why you are so good at what you do. But the most surprising thing is that you're not really capable of hating, not really hating. I'll bet that you hadn't thought about that kid in years and probably would have just let it go if he hadn't been a homophobic asshole. Anger you're capable of, God knows we've seen that plenty of times, but sustained hatred is beyond you. You're tough without being mean. And that's the way we're going to leave it. You can use your excess energy making sure that Ian is the best whore he can be, okay? And, Adam, wild partying until dawn is not part of training, got it?" Adam knew that Josh now faced a death sentence without even getting a trial and he knew that Sam was likely going to be involved, for reasons that he couldn't even guess at. He actually felt sorry for Josh, which meant that Sam was right about him. It just reinforced what he all ready knew about Sam, that he had made millions mostly by being shrewd about people. And he knew that the wild partying until dawn, with or without Ian, wouldn't be held against him. "What's the point of breaking the law if you can't have fun while you're doing it?" Adam said as he bounced past Sam on the stairs. After twenty-five long years in the business, Sam had learned a lot. The boys came in three categories. The first, which included Joe, AJ and perhaps Max, lacked better options. They were sexually appealing, or they wouldn't be Triangle boys, and they were gay, again a requirement but they had joined because it was the best thing going and stayed with it reluctantly. Unfortunately, they weren't the best at it and their earnings showed it. Clients would use them just for their looks but they didn't generate loyal repeat business. The second included Sam himself but the best example was Karl. Money was the driving force, their bodies merely medium to wealth. These boys did fine, steady earners because they worked at it. But the best ones were the ones who embraced it as a lifestyle.All three of the best earners – Corey, Thomas and Adam – were this way, and Ben was shaping up to be too. Sam wondered where Ian would fall, a steady earner or a super star. He had the DNA for either, after all. Two thirds of the ground floor was occupied by a fashion store that catered to young men. When they got downstairs to the closed store, the buzz of boys was audible. It was AJ and Joe mostly who were leading the charge, holding up pants and shirt combinations for the others to comment on. Sam sat back and watched them in action. There was a fundamental argument as to whether they should emphasize his thinness or advertise it. AJ argued that they should pick clothes that showed him off as a thin waif of a boy. Surprisingly, Adam agreed. That decision made, he was sent back to try clothes on. Ben was with him, laughing at some joke between the two of them like instant best friends. After they picked out a dozen pants and twice as many shirts, AJ started accessorizing. Joe meanwhile decided that he should try on jackets. "That'll be your signature look, jacket and t shirt. You'll be bitching hot." Joe told him to Ian's evident pleasure. As AJ was picking out various things and several others were arguing over what kind of underwear would be best, Sam noticed that he was eyeing a necklace in the jewelry case. It had silver links with amethysts, a very pretty piece of jewelry. "Do you want it?" Sam asked. "I can't. It's too expensive. It's almost $300" Ian answered ruefully. Sam went behind the counter and unlocked the case. He handed the necklace to him. "We own the store." Ian grinned broadly. "Thanks". The boy felt like a king, felt special for the first time in his life. They actually rang up the merchandise and Sam put almost 3000 dollars in the till. They had to things like that sometimes in order to launder the money they made illegally. That done, the boys roared back upstairs to dress for Ian's big night. By now, he was dizzy with the sudden turn that his life had taken and was just going with the flow, enjoying it. At the top of the stairs, Adam explained the living arrangements, while Ben listened in. On the third floor, the main loft itself took up a little more than half of the total space. On the other side of a load bearing wall was essentially another loft. "Okay, in the main one, AJ and Max have the big bedroom up front since they're a couple. Ben used to have the other bedroom but he's moving to the spare over on the other side. His old one will be yours eventually. The kitchen, the living room and the office are over there. On this side is the work-out space and the game area. Max has one of the front bedrooms and I have the back. For now, you're going to share with me at least until everything gets sorted out. Everybody else lives other places, around. The Under 18's live here." Adam told him as the stood in the small corridor outside of the second, slightly smaller loft. There were two doors in that corridor but Ian didn't really notice the other one. "Is that cool, having to share?" "Yeah, because I don't sleep there that much. With clients, you stay on the second floor and that's two, three, four times a week, sometimes more. I spend some time at Thomas and Joe's place. But, here's the thing. If you're tired or whatever and just want to be left the fuck alone, you have a place that you can close the door and be left alone. Or if you want to fuck. But up here is just us. No clients and no civilians. We have a place on Oglethorpe Square that we take civilians. The rule with a civilian is that it's cool sometimes but not all the time. For one thing, you're going to be a lot better in bed than they are and another is that you're never going to be boyfriend material. We're whores. We fuck for fun or we fuck for money. Fucking for love, that shit don't work. We can figure out the closet space tomorrow anyway. We all got shit stashed in various places anyway. Some on the second floor, some in the office, you name it." "Wow, okay. This is a lot coming at me at once." Ian said. "Where does Sam sleep?" "He's got a place a few blocks away. We have his place and another one over there. That one is where we take civilians. We actually own a bit of real estate if you want to know the truth." "So there's no adults, not even Miss ..." "Melinda. She leaves after dinner. At night, it's just us." "It's gay boy heaven." Ben added. A thought went through Ian's mind: yesterday he slept at a place where they didn't even want a boy to jack off. They made it so that it was hard to do because there was no privacy. And there were a lot of rules. Tonight, he would be sleeping some place where he would be doing a lot more than jacking off. Plus, it was a place where pot and booze were out in the open and it seemed like if he wanted it, he could have it. He probably wouldn't have any more privacy here than there but he was more free. They had a lot of rules too, but their rules made sense. Ben was right: this was gay boy heaven. Only one thing would make it perfect and that was if Ethan was with him. As great as everything was, he missed his brother. They took Ian down to the bar in the basement, where the weeknight rush was just beginning. Once again, they entered through the back entrance, though a door secured with a keypad. The lighting was subdued and air shook with the sounds of disco music. Up on a raised dance floor, there were a couple of men dancing with each other. Ian looked around in some awe, drinking in the experience. For the first time in his young life, he was in a real life bar. Adam dragged him toward the bar, past grown men flirting and college students cruising. At the bar, Adam signaled for a tall Latino man dressed in a wife beater. "Carlos, this is Ian. He's the new boy. Carlos is one of us, back in the day. Can you make him something fruity, a real fag drink. Like a strawberry daiquiri. I just want a coke." "I can take a coke, too." "No, little man. This is your celebration," Carlos told him. "A night for forbidden fruit. One daiquiri coming up. And one coca-cola for the pussy." "Fuck you." Adam said, holding up his middle finger, but without menace. Retrieving their drinks, they went back to a large booth at the far end of the bar near where they came in. It was a vantage point where they could see everything that happened in nearly the entire bar but was about the most private place there. As they went, Ian passed behind a man talking with Sam. The man seemed upset and wanted to know from Sam if he thought that whatever was a good idea. Sam had just told him that the boys had decided. The man didn't like that answer, snapping back that they didn't know the whole story. In a few minutes, the boys came back one or two at a time with drinks. They crowded in the booth and started talking, mostly joking around with each other with mild insults. Sam brought the man he had been talking to over and the boys all greeted him as Brandon or Brand. "Ian, this is Brandon. He takes care of things on the second floor," Sam said. "You'll be seeing a lot of him." "And a man who has seen it all and done it all" blonde haired Joe said, with a tip of his glass. "It's been a few years. Welcome to the gang. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." Brandon said as he sat down. "If Ben is still the scut monkey for one more night, then he can get off his cute little ass and get me a beer." "Scut monkey?" Ian asked. He didn't get the reference and was suddenly aware that there was a lot of things that he didn't know anything about. He was like a kid starting a new school, not knowing anything. It was scary but exciting. "The youngest and newest boy is the scut monkey and gets the shittiest jobs. It's been Ben for the last year, now he gets to move up the food chain." "I think the less that young boys are at the bar, the better." Sam announced. "I think we ought to move the party back upstairs. " "Yeah, besides we can't baptize him down here. " Thomas said, punching his roommate Joe in the arm playfully. "Baptize?" Ian asked as Adam groaned loudly. "We don't have to go there." Sam said quickly. Thomas ignored him. "This is a funny story. Sam brought me back from Cali five years ago. So, I thought, you know, fourteen is pretty young. But there is Adam all ready living there. He's this short little kid, high pitched voice, hairless little fucker. He was like, 11." "Almost 12," Adam corrected him. "So, yeah almost twelve. And he's all ready working. But he won't do anal, just blowjobs." "He'd gotten raped before. That's why." Joe piped in defending him. Thomas ignored the interruption. "So we aren't charging the full fare, only like $250 a pop. But the kid has got them lined up. It was like come home from school and blow a couple of guys. Then have dinner, do his homework, blow a couple more. It was an assembly line. It was every fucking day. I bet Gil was dropping a grand a week by himself." "Gil is the judge from today. He's a regular client" Adam explained. "But he didn't do anything with anybody else, except that he had this huge crush on Joe." "And who wouldn't?" Adam interjected. "Except Joe was a scrawny, geeky little shit back then." Brandon added. "Not the filled out piece of man meat that he is now." "So, like a year passed and little Adam begins to grow. Things begin to happen down there. Getting taller. So, he comes home one day, puts down his books and announces that he thinks that he might be gay. Which is, you know, shocking news considering that he's basically got standing dates with half of the Oglethorpe Club. And the thing that brought this brilliant insight is that he saw some eighth grader's willy in PE class and got turned on." "Actually just his pubes but he was hotter than fucking hell," Adam said, leaned back in the booth, enjoying being the center of attention. Just then another brown haired guy in his early twenties came up the booth. The guys lustily called out his name, Corey. "I'm working, so I can't hang with you little man. But welcome. You telling him the baptism story? It's too cool. `I think I might be gay.' I was like what gave you first fucking clue, dude? Was it the hundredth blow job or the ten thousandth?" Sam scanned the room. "There's a client cruising the civilians." Corey shrugged. "Hey, gotta go. Just let me know when you're ready to do it with the best. I'll teach all my tricks." Thomas snorted in disgust. "Anyway, it turns out that he's been keeping his gayness a secret now for a couple of weeks. In the meantime, he's started fooling around with another kid, a seventh grader who was a total flamer, so he's decided to come out of the closet. So, he wants Joe to fuck him, to take his cherry. Well, not exactly his cherry but, I don't know, he wanted Joe to fuck him." "The only guy I'd pay to have sex with" Adam said. "You'd pay Max." AJ chimed in. Max just smiled and nodded. "That's because he won't do it for free. For free, he's a one dick man." "Don't forget it, either." AJ said, snuggling up a little with his boyfriend. " So, after that, he decides that there should be this ceremony, a baptism, as he enters his new life as a fag," Thomas continued. " But he wants to be baptized in cum. So he's in the middle of the floor. We all take turns- we fuck him, he sucks us, we all cum on him. He's the happiest little queer you ever saw. So, it kind of became a tradition for the new guy to get baptized. Shit, even Max and AJ did it." "And you don't have to." Sam said. " It's my celebration, right? I get to decide?" Ian asked and the boys all agreed that it was. "Well, I'd like another daiquiri, and maybe some of that pot and then get covered in cum. It sounds like fun." The daiquiri went into a to go cup and the bong hits upstairs took a few minutes but before long the couches had been moved back and plastic put on the floor, at the insistence of Miss Melinda who declared that she would not be cleaning up otherwise. Ian was kneeling on the floor surrounded by boys, ranging from 14 to 21, all naked and erect. Sam had left them at it. Like Adam and Ben, Thomas was uncut. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist and big, thick tool. He shoved the black sausage into the boy's throat, choking him. Max and AJ stood off to the side together, stroking themselves and watching. Ian coughed but gamely took the big black cock in deep. Karl swatted his ass hard. "Face fuck him, Thomas," Karl sneered, massaging his ass cheeks. "I'm going for the hole" Ian was on his hands and knees. Karl split open his ass checks and rammed his tongue in his hole. Ian gasped, pulled off of Thomas's dick. NObody had ever done that before. It felt so amazing. BUt there was a big beautiful hot dick in his face and Ian jumped back on it. Karl rimmed him and Ian definitely loved it but he concentrated on the dick in front of him. Thomas shoved it into his throat, making Ian gag just a little bit but Thomas didn;t care. He kept feeding him and Ian kept taking it. Then the sensation in his ass stopped. He heard a condom pack being opened and Ian instinctively stuck his ass up in the air to take it. Karl rolled out the condom onto his hard prick, down to the blonde pubes. greased his pole, slid on a condom and then mounted the boy up. He slid his prick slowly all the way in. Ian gasped. It felt good. He knew at that moment that he was a natural bottom, one that loved being penetrated. The fullness of it felt good. But he had to remember to keep sucking on Thomas's beautiful dick -- mostly the boy was the color of chocolate milk but his dick was darker, like a candy bar, but the head was flaming cherry red. He sucked it as good as he could, gagging more than he wanted, even almost throwing up. Thomas pulled out, still hard, and waved his dick at Adam. "Wanna taste?" Adam laughed. "Sure" As Adam serviced Thomas, Joe stepped in to take Thomas's place. Joe, blonde, blue eyed, muscled, was hard on producing for any gay boy but his dick wasn't as big as Thomas's and Ian handled it better, even as Karl continued to plow him. It was great, just being able to be sexual freely, to be queer freely, to do with all these hot guys, it was a dream come true. Better than a dream, better than he could have hoped for. He didn't want to disappoint. He wanted to be a good lay. Karl seemed to like it, he was grunting hard enough. Ian liked it too. He was hard and felt incredibly tingly down there, waves of pleasure with each stroke. The strokes were coming faster and faster. Then Karl pulled out, ripped off his condom, jerked himself hard and unloaded on Ian's back. He continued to suck Joe. Joe was patient, gently massaging his younger lover head and shoulders and back as he fellated the older boy. Then Ian felt another dick slide up his ass. It had to be Ben. AJ and Max were making out together and Adam was servicing Thomas. Ben, his new friend, was violating him. Somewhere in his mind, it seemed like Ben was boyfriend material, trim and compact and gorgeous with bright blue eyes and light brown hair, nearly his age while Adam like an older god like figure, the one he dreamed of being like. He was glad Ben was fucking him. He wanted Ben to fuck him many, many more times. And he seemed to know how. Thomas was in front of his face. "I got a load for ya" he said as he jerked. Ian came off of Joe's dick and stuck out his tongue. Thomas masturbated himself a bit, jerked out the last little bit, sending out a big plop of white cream that hit him squarely on the face and then a steady dribble that hit him on the tongue. It was slightly salty and slightly acrid tasting. Joe put his dick back in Ian's mouth. Ian wiggled his ass, wanting as much pleasure from Ben as he could get. Joe was beginning to feel it a bit too. He was breathing heavily, ramming it in, face fucking him. Then he pulled out and jacked off on him. Ian's face and hair caught most of it.