Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2023 17:32:16 +0000 From: Sam Tudor Subject: Rent Boys Revisited 24 Chris' Story -- Part 4 I met up with Lex once in a while at school, usually at lunch time in the college cafeteria, we talked, and promised to get together again, but we didn't until Thanksgiving weekend. Although we were facing the pressure of term papers and final exams before the Christmas break, we were going to take Thanksgiving Day off. B.J.'s was closed on Thanksgiving, except for the motel part. I was alone again, my parents had gone to Cancun with another couple, with whom I suspected they traded partners, good for them, said me, me being about the most promiscuous guy I knew. I had told Lex of my situation a few days before, and on Monday he called and invited me over to their house for Thanksgiving dinner. Lex's whole family would be there, including his three siblings, his mother who was in charge of the cooking the turkey, her boyfriend, a few of Jason's friends, some gay, some not, some male, some female, one of Jason's high school teachers, female who was also a favorite of Lex's, and probably a Lesbian, but alone, and, if I had someone I wanted to bring, I could. I called Zeke and he, too, was facing a Thanksgiving alone, and so invited him. He wanted to bring pies, and Lex, who was the organizing force, was great with it. The day came, guys like me who were not especially good cooks brought beverages. It was a great meal, everyone was comfortable with each other, it took Lex's mother's boyfriend a little longer than most, but by the time the turkey was done, plus some beer, he was fine. Dinner, football on TV for some, turkey sandwiches at 6, and gradually people left. Zeke and I were the last to leave. I invited Zeke to stop by my house on the way home. We both knew why. We had known each other since June, he knew the kind of guys I liked, older ones, and vice versa, younger ones. He trusted me to run the bar and the motel when he had other things to do -- like bookkeeping, or fucking an old buddy -- but we had not ever even seen each other's upper bodies, let alone junk, let alone fucked. "I've wanted to try sex with you for months now," I said, as I guided him in the door. "Likewise." I led him up to my room, "Very nice house," he said, "I see why you are so generous with your money, yes, Bette told me how you have given some of your earnings to those who you perceived as needed them." "Well, I told her to keep it on the DL, I didn't want to be pestered by some of the customers who can't get off their asses to help themselves, but on the other hand, some of your regulars are really on hard times." He kissed me. I don't usually kiss clients, and I have not enjoyed kissing most of the guys I have kissed, let alone the women. But this was like, wow! I kissed him back. I had never kissed a guy the way he did, it is hard to describe, but it was gentle, but firm, slow, but intense, it was erotic, I was hard, my cock pressed against his, it went on forever, but maybe just two minutes. "Fuck," I said, "that was awesome. Do it again." We did. And I say "we" because I was an active participant. "I like how you kiss," he said, when we parted again. "Let us see how well you do the rest." He took off my shirt, I took off his. He took down my trousers, I took down his. He lifted off my T shirt, and felt my pecs, and nipples. I took off his dress shirt and his wife beater, and felt his pecs, hairy, very hairy, and his nips, big, brown, with eraser tips, and a bar through the left one. We had kicked off our shoes at the door, and I pushed him back on the bed, gently and took off his socks. He did the same for me, and sucked on my big toe, left foot, no one had ever done that for me, it was amazing, my toes were wired to my cock, who knew? He did. His cock was out through the slit in his boxers, with biplanes on them, no less, I worked them down over it. His cock was longer than mine, not as long as Lex's, but very thin. Some might call it a pencil dick. He was uncut, the foreskin was half pulled back, from being hard, unlike Jason's which was covered even hard. His balls were big, and hairy, matching the hair on his chest, his belly, his ass, legs, and back. The only place it was missing was his head. Really bald. We laid down on the bed, and just laid there. He held me, like a little kid, my head on his chest, God, it felt good. "Just hold me a minute," I said, "this is so nice." Eventually, the hormones kicked in, and I grabbed his cock, and he grabbed mine. I explored him, as though I had never had a guy available to explore before, and he took his time with me. We got into 69 position and explored some more, side by side, upper leg up, asshole exposed. "You have stuff to clean out with?" Zeke asked. "Best yet, my parents' bedroom's bathroom has a high powered bidet that flushes. C'mon, I will show you." We went into the classy bathroom, big shower, twin sinks, bidet and toilet. First, I tried to take a shit, but, my system is geared to shit in the morning, and nothing came out but gas. The I ran some water directly into the bidet to get it warm, and pissed in it, Zeke held my cock for me, but it got hard and I could not piss. He could and did. I squatted over the bidet, and aimed the jet at my hole, relaxed my hole, and the stream went in, filled me up, and I let it out, a little shitty, but not much, and did it twice more. Hard as a rock the whole time. Zeke took his turn, same result. Then into the shower, plenty of room for both, a rain shower head in the ceiling, and four streams, all able to be pointed, on the sides, and a shower head on a hose for washing underneath. We washed each other. We fingered each other's holes with soap and water. "Won't your parents be upset that you used their shower?" he asked. "No, they won't be back for a week, the cleaning lady will be here before that, and, they will just think I got a woman in bed with me, one of their goals, not mine!" We went back to bed, 69 position, me over him, and I licked his asshole. I had never done that. It was just too gross an idea for me. But, I knew he was clean, and, I just had to do it. It was fine, it was erotic, it was just a great thing. Meanwhile he was rimming me. I had had it done to me several times, and it felt good, but I could not bring myself to do it to another guy, or a woman for that matter. "I could cum just from doing this," I said. "OK with me if you do, I know you are good for three rounds anyway, your clients talk sometimes." "Sounds good to me, keep on doing it, and see what happens." He stuck his tongue up my chute, it felt even better, he used his fingers to rim my hole, I came, sort of, it was like a wet dream cum, not quite satisfactory, and grabbed my cock to finish off, making the cum complete. "Fuck me," he demanded, I was still hard, I put on a condom, he pulled up his legs, put a cushion under his ass, and I went in. Just slipped in. No problem, and leaned down and kissed him again. I hardly moved at all, he did most of the work, he came, and I so did I. We rested a bit, side by side, talked, "confessed", to what we wanted out of life, like companionship, he fucked me, I came again, he didn't, but it was OK. We talked some more, drank water, lots of salt in the turkey, etc., we guessed. Dozed off, I woke up, having to piss, his cock, hard, in my ass crack, back in bed, on my back, he got up and pissed, got back in, he put his head on my chest, I held him. "You don't know how much I needed this," he said, "even if it is only for the night." "I don't know if it is just everything going on in my life right now, or how I will feel tomorrow, but I am so happy right now, I wish this could go on forever." "Let us enjoy what we have, as long as we can," and he went to sleep, head on my chest, my arm over him, legs entwined, cocks soft. I woke up at about 3 am, my cock was in his ass crack, hard, I reached around, he was hard again as well, we woke, new condom, we fucked a while, but neither of us came, I softened up, we both went back to sleep. We spent more and more time together as the weeks and months went on, him sleeping at my house when my parents were gone, and me at his house much of the rest of the time. The rest of our story fits more the romance type gay saga, maybe that will get written in time, but unlike Jason and Lex, who we were best friends, sometimes with sex, but as time went by, mostly without, the two of us managed to stay as best friends and lovers. Despite the "opening of sexuality" in American society, or maybe because of it, the raunchy part of B.J.'s gradually slowed down to a nothing. And what came in was wholesome, and paid better -- Trivial Pursuit night, Karaoke night, Bingo night with proceeds to local kids' sports teams, Got Talent night, dinner specials, and, finally, tearing down the old motel part and building a bigger "event " space for weddings, memorial services for the atheists, graduation parties, retirement parties, all sorts of events. Bette ran the events, Zeke still tended bar, and I ran the business with my MBA. My parents were happy that I finished college, they liked Zeke, and were fine with my lifestyle, eventually they retired to Florida and deeded the house to me, where Zeke and I now live. We have had our ups and downs, enough for a couple dozen more chapters, and maybe I will write them, bye and bye. The end, for now.