Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:15:57 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-18

Texas reminded them to go into the medicine chest and take the blue pills
that are already cut in half. "Gotta look like yer a couple a horny toads
till he can't git it up any more and ya all wear him out, -- not that ya
ain't a couple a horny toads already, mind ya!"

I didn't need to ask about the blue pills!

Sean came back out dressed in a little white sailor suit way to small for
him, and sailor's cap. The shirt was unbuttoned, and the taut broken zipper
of his shorts exposed his genitals. Kyle was outfitted like a cowboy,
wearing only a vest and chaps with his ass as well as his little boy junk in
plain view, and of course a cowboy hat with a whistle!

"Visual stimulation fer my clientele!" is all Texas said before herding the
boys out the door for their appointed rendezvous. I had to wonder where they
were headed because sure as hell it wasn't a very public place!

Jill took the liberty of showing me around Texas' place. It was a bungalow
style house and tastefully decorated for a man, I thought. I had to question
one bedroom in particular that was immaculate! It was a definite boy's
bedroom with every toy and video game imaginable!

A large screen TV took up half the wall space at the foot of the replica
racing car bed with matching bed clothes.The wall paper depicted several
super heroes and from the cieling hung numerous model airplanes while model
cars lined the shelves where action figure dolls shared the space in frozen
battle form.

 A large toy box in the shape of a building block with letters of the
alphabet on all sides filled one corner and contained Dinky toy cars and
trucks as well as larger, Tonka toy vehicles. It was a boy's dream bed room
however, where no boy lived!

"I know Texas told ya things about me;... he told me he did." Jill said with
his head down in shame, "This room was all an illusion; where I'd bring boys
to groom them, ya know, after I'd befriend them at one of the Aquatic
Centres and... knew they were, ya know... game for it .-- I'd convince them
to do anything over a few weeks till I was sure that they would become...
a man-pleaser." he paused and took a seat on the bed where I joined him.

"They would get real envious of my things and I'd brag to them and show them
wads of money to peek their interest. I would boast about my Uncle Tex and
how wonderful he was and eventually tell them about my special relationship
with him. Ya know, doing things with him... like I was doing with them and
how it was no big deal...  cuz, like just look around!

"I told them that they could have nice things too... if they had a man
friend, and Uncle Tex knew lots of men like that. Then Texas and me would
seduce them into a three way. Texas would take over the grooming from then
on to get them used to being with a man.

"I recruited dozens boys of all ages but not all of them were brought here
to be man-pleasers because Texas had a strict criteria that we followed.
Mostly the boys home life had to be like my own... suck... and he had to be
available and easily get out of his house to entertain men at night. -- I
had to gather all that intel before Texas ever came into the picture. I was
like a secret agent, I guess!" he giggled to himself not wanting to look me
in the eye.

"He only wanted boys over eleven back then. But he had another business
and... well, there are seven hidden cameras in this room and wired for sound
too! Its basically a sound-stage. He'd sit in his recording studio in the
next room and video record everything, ya know... sexual stuff that me and
the boys did. So even if a boy wasn't going to cut it as a man-pleaser for
whatever reason, we still made money from the movies that Texas sold
somewhere.-- No one knew it but me, of course."

I had to ask him, it was crucial to me at the time, "Jillian... are ya
grooming me to be a man-pleaser, cuz I don't think I could do that!"

"Hell no, Jacky!" he sat up straight and looked me in the eye, "I was out of
the business long before I met you and... well... I love you! Not... not
like those other boys... I promise, Jacky!" he sniffled with clear sincerity
his voice.

I've still been doin' stuff sometimes...  like that man ya saw before the
rave -- Charles! He's been good to me and still is. I know I'm getting too
old for him now cuz he isn't wanting me like he used too." he sadly said.

"He asked me if you would be willing and I shut him down on that
possibility... honest!" he claimed emphatically and I believed him.

"So what happened...  I mean with the boy business?" I asked, unsure if that
was the right descriptive terminology.

"Texas had another side line that he got busted for and sent to prison for
almost a year! Stolen goods or something... I'm not real sure. Anyways,
there I was back to square one. Lost most of my man friend contacts cuz I
was busy doin' other things for Texas. I was broke and living back with the
bitch full time. She'd gotten pretty comfortable by then, rent free and all.
It was hell all over again!" he punched the bed in anger.

"So I might as well tell ya how I ended up in Juvie Hall! -- School started
in September and I had this real mean Gym Teacher, Mr. Garret. He hated me
and the only reason I could think of was because he knew about Carl, thanks
to the bitch for broadcastin' it at school! The very fist day in his class
he called me a queer, then a faggot; telling the other boys to watch out for
me in the showers!

"Anyway, he would always give me shit cuz I didn't have the proper gym
clothes... ya know, white t-shirt and shorts; white socks; white soled
runners cuz anything else scuffs the freakin' hardwood floor! -- I asked my
mother every day to get them for me but she never did.

"So he makes me take off my runners and socks for class, which was okay by
me, and tells me that I'd better have all the right stuff by next class. So
I cut up a pair of jeans and made cutoffs but they weren't white and
neither did I have a white t-shirt; only colored ones!" he threw his hands
up in frustration.

"Next class he made me take off my black t-shirt and cut offs too, and makes
me run around in just my white underwear, again telling me that I'd better
get the mandatory gym stuff by next class or I would have to run around
naked!" Jill began to laugh so hard he had tears in his eyes. Or maybe it
was the pain he was masking and secretly crying, I wondered.

"Next class rolls around and I knew that he wasn't serious about making me
go naked; just trying to humiliate me was all. So I stripped naked in the
locker room and ran into the gym and streaked round and round the floor
naked!" he roared, arms around his belly.

"There was a girls class sharing the gym and they were fucking screaming and
the boys were laughing at me having a great time of it! -- Old man Garret
and the lady gym teacher were chasing me around... It was so funny, Jacky;
ya had to be there, I swear!" he roared.

"Mr. Garret finally grabs me by the waist and up over his shoulder and runs
to his office. He slammed the door so hard the window broke into a million
pieces... fuck, was he pissed off at me! He grabs me by the balls real tight
and asks me what the fuck I was doin' and called me a faggot. So I told him
that I thought he must be a faggot cuz who was the one holdin' whose junk
anyway...so I plowed him right in the fucking nose and broke it; I guess,
cuz blood was pouring out of it; I sprained my wrist too, I hit him so
hard!"

Jill was on the floor rolling around and I was close behind unable to
breathe with laughter! He regained some composure and continued, "So I got
expelled; charged with assaulting him, then lewd behaviour and sexual
assault of a girl who happened to be in my way and I grabbed her around the
waist and carried her a bit to prevent hurting her. I guess I touched her
tittie or something, so she said. Nobody believed me about the girl or the
fact that Mr. Garret touched me inappropriately because he denied it and he
also denied that he threatened to make me do gym naked to begin with. -- But
I showed him, didn't I?" he chuckled anew.

"Ya sure did, but look where it got ya!" I joked knowing that what he told
me was the honest truth because it was all so like him to do something
crazy like that..

I pulled him close to me, my hands wandered his naked back and bum, he did
the same in kind. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue and felt his
manhood swelling against my thighs. Nothing mattered anymore other than him
holding me so tight and mashing his face into mine. What a fool I'd been to
jeopardize our love earlier that night!

He was even more naked to me then than the physical state. He bore all his
shame to me that night, opening up his soul. I didn't condone his exploits,
but only then did I fully understood why he was the way he was.

Jill broke our kiss and asked, "Wanna get into the race car bed where it's
more comfortable?"

"No fucking way!" I teased, "I don't wanna star in no porn flick in this
room!"

"Who said you'd be the star?" he quipped with egotistical humor, "You're
only an extra, or even a prop... I'm the star 'round here!"

"Yeah right... you're a fucking washed up has-been boy toy!" I said with
playful scorn, "So get over it!"

"Oh, really now!" he laughed, "Who's on top of who right now, top billing
I'd say!  My name in lights, yours as my understudy buried somewhere in the
credits... speaking of burying!"

Jill lifted my legs up and apart. I held my knees tight to my chest and
gritted my teeth. He drooled on his hand and with his ever flow of man made
lubricant, positioned himself to take me.

Inch by painfully wonderful inch he slid into me. I didn't just want him, I
craved him inside of me. He rode me hard and merciless the way he likes it
without complaint. My screams were of pleasure, not agony as I encouraged
him on. He ram-rodded, just the tip of  his crown millimeters from exit
followed by a full deep thrust. It would be a long fuck, he had just
recently gotten off! Hard as I was beating my meat, there wasn't a chance in
hell that I was going to cum any time quick either!

Exhaustion, not orgasm played itself out. He collapsed with his chest
smothering my face. I tasted his salty sweat, took in his manly smell from
his pits, and lay there under his hefty mass, my legs ached spread like a
wish bone wrapped  around his waist.

"I love you Jillian," my voice cracked.

"I love ya too, Jacky," he panted, "I' so lucky to have you!"

Clap, clap, clap, reverberated the room. "Holy horse paddies, weren't that a
sight ta see!" Texas announced his presence.

Jill lifted his torso and peered around and I had a full view of Texas
standing at the door, a wide grin caused his mustache to do the same.

"Darn it all, couldn't ya all have waited fer me ta film that! -- Worth a
fortune to the distributors and... why the hell is ya all on the floor
anyway?

Jill laughed, "Cuz Jacky thinks the bed is the only place in view of the
cameras."

"Ha! Every square inch of this room is, 'cept the ceiling. Purdy hard to
fuck up there, though!" Texas chuckled. "Bought some fried chicken and
french fries; ya all come to the kitchen and fill yer bellies."

Both Jill's and my clothes were still in the dryer, I could here the loud
tumbling sound of our shoes from a room off the kitchen. Jill bore no
modesty but I wrapped the towel around myself and devoured the chicken and
chips. I don't think I'd ever been as hungry.

"Sure ain't the fried chicken my mama used to make. No sirree bob would she
serve anythin' as greasy as this shit! And corn fritters too, all plump and
crispy golden brown. she used ta also make...

Texas went on about his mother's cooking and I told him about my grandma's
culinary skills. We made small talk until the bucket of chicken was empty.

"So, Hoover," Texas said all serious, "Senator Scott is having a party next
week; remember him, don't ya? Hundred bucks cash upfront and whatever ya
earn in tips. The brothers are cummin' and a couple of other boys I rounded
up. -- Interstid?"

Jill looked at me meekly as if searching for words. "I uh... I don't know,
Tex. Sure need the money and all, but --"

I interrupted and asked, "What do ya have to do... ya know, to earn it?"

Texas smiled his big friendly smile and replied, "What ever ya feel
comfortable doin' after ya all put on a strip tease and sex show for the
gentlemen attending the party. A purdy boy like yourself could earn three or
four hundred in tips, easy!"

"No way, Texas!" Jill yelled, "He's not like that, he's not a rent-boy! I
won't allow him to be one either!"

"Kay Hoove, don't git yer balls in a wringer! Just thought maybe he could
dance and maybe suck yer cock, is all. He can keep his undies on afterwards
and just be nice and tease the men by sittin' on their laps and stuff. No
orgy or goin' up to a room with anyone if ya don't want him ta!"

They were discussing my fate like I wasn't in the room. Texas upped the ante
another hundred dollars for my participation.

"All I have to do is a strip show and dance?" I queried.

"Well... ya gotta have sex with Hoover, not like ya haven't been doin' that
already!"

Jillian looked at me astonished, "You're not thinking... no fucking way,
Jacky! I'm not having you exposed to that shit."

"We could maybe buy the new TV we want with the..."

"When I want a fucking TV, I'll steel one! So shut up... you're not going,
and that's all there is to it!" he roared, his face red in anger.

"So does that mean you're going?" I spat back. "And since when do ya tell me
what to do? You don't own me, Jillian!"

I regretted those words as soon as they left my lips. He cared about me and
I was making him out to be a dominating asshole. Texas leaned back in his
chair and folded his arms with an amused look on his face listening to the
banter.

Jill was furious with me. That look of anger uglied his otherwise handsome
face. I expected him to lunge forward and braced myself for it wondering if
Texas would intervene at the last moment.

"Fine then," he glared at me then looked at Texas, "count us in, I guess!"
he said peeved.

He rose from his chair so abruptly that it tumbled backward as he made his
way to the laundry room. He returned fully dressed with my clothes in a pile
and threw then onto the floor at my feet.

Texas drove us home, our bikes secured and stored in his van. Jill was
subdued, his mood unchanged and un-talkative during the thankful ride
home. Even after we'd crawled through the bedroom window and undressed for
bed, he remained aloof turning on his side away from me. I turned out the
light and we slept!
 *Author's note:*

 *This chapter id dedicated to my biggest fan ever. Without his ongoing
support and encouragement when I thought I'd bombed on a story I truly loved
writing, I persevered.   Happy 21st birthday today, Albert;  I love ya!*

 ...to be continued