Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:37:51 -0600 From: Sean Josh Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 10 If you shouldn't be reading this...don't. If you're sexually active, play safe and use protection. I truly appreciate the comments and encouragement so many of your have sent. If you have comments or critique please feel free to email sandjlikeboyz@live.com ...Thanks 10>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "What are we doing tonight?" Derrick wondered setting another full bag into the cart before him. "Sean said he was meeting Al at the coffee house." Josh reported. "Anything special?" "A folksy kinda blue grass band. Sean knows some of the guys in it." "Sounds okay." Derrick nodded. Josh finished bagging for the customer on his aisle and moved to help Derrick. As he did he noticed their coworker Chris wrestling the carts he had just collected from the parking lot into lines in the grocery store's entry. The effort stretched Chris' black chinos over his bubble butt and set Josh's mind to wandering. Chris was nineteen, but still retained very boyish looks; not yet needing to shave. He had light brown hair and mischievous blue eyes. He was just over six foot with a long frame that had yet to begin filling out. His face was the most handsome Josh had ever seen, containing a beauty that was heightened by devilish smile. Chris was one of the boy's Derrick counted among the seven. That select cadre of young men with whom he regularly had sex. He'd slipped in telling Josh about them. Since that time Josh had made it his business to figure out who they were. He'd noticed Chris and Derrick returning from break that afternoon. Derrick was looking content and satisfied. Chris displaying the same swagger Josh felt following a hot encounter. Later in the day Josh tested his suspicions as he and Derrick were fronting the dairy case. "You should have put a box down or somethin' you got dirt all over the knees of those slacks" Josh said. "I did put a...Oh you shit," Derrick flustered. Josh smiled remembering Derrick frustration at being caught and slowly ticked off the count to himself. He knew four for sure. Chris was the forth, then Sean and Al and of course himself. He pondered other possible candidates but couldn't be certain. Then set his mind to devise a way to seduce the appetizing guy wrestling with the carts. "Chris done at nine?" Josh wondered aloud. "Why?' Derrick followed Josh's gaze to its source in the entryway. "Thought we might ask him to join us." Josh grinned. "I should never tell you anything." Derrick said shaking his head. "What? I didn't say anything about that. Besides you didn't really tell me..." "You can lie to yourself, but I know why you want him to join us." Derrick interrupted not wishing to be reminded of his faux pas. "Alright, alright I wouldn't mind if things turned out that way." "Hey Derrick, what you doing after work?" Chris asked striding toward them. "We're headed to the coffee house and you're welcome to come with us." Josh beamed as he exagerated the key words. "Sound's....good," Chris said voicing the uncertainty he felt in the invitation. "No really," Derrick assured him, "we're going to meet Josh's brother. There's a pretty good band playing. I think the cover is two bucks." "Sean'll be there. Cool haven't seen him in a while. You two gettin' out at nine?" "We are, but we have to pedal out asses downtown." Josh explained. "I've got the sin bin. It's got a bike rack. We could stow your bikes and I'd drive." Chris offered. "Sin bin?" Josh wondered aloud. "His brother's van." Derrick explained. "Yeah he customized it himself very posh, but he leaves it with me when he's out of town." Chris continued. "Sounds perfect," Josh chuckled. Chris looked from Derrick to Josh before returning to the office for his next assignment. An hour later they were punching out together. Josh and Derrick headed back to the locker room in order to change. Chris tagged along. Josh stripped off the red polo shirt all the baggers and stock clerks wore, to expose his slim but developing torso. He scratched absent mindedly at the treasure trail that led from his navel into the boxers bloused above his low slung black slacks. At the sink he washed his upper body then dried himself with the discarded shirt. As usual Derrick remembered to bring soap and a towel. He wished the long disused showers were in better condition, but opted to wash at the sink considering their disgusting condition. Chris watched as Josh stripped to the waist. He was better defined than Chris expected. He hadn't intended to wash up, but decided to follow their lead after a long day on the job. Like them he had a change of clothes with him, but they were still in the van. Both Josh and Derrick had returned to their lockers by the time Chris finished washing. Derrick had quickly slipped out of his uniform slacks and into a clean pair of jeans. Josh had shucked his pants but was fiddling with items in his pack as Chris joined them at the lockers. "This van like a camping conversion?" Josh asked turning to address Chris. Josh hitched up his boxers lifting them from where they rode low on his hips and stepping into the cargo shorts he'd brought to wear that evening. As he did the head of his limp dick fell below the hem of the boxers and swung against his thigh. Chris was so flustered he couldn't reply. His eyes were riveted to the appendage. Surprised at its sudden appearance and the fact that, even limp, it hung nearly half way to Josh's knee. "He did the work himself." Derrick said coming to Chris' rescue. "lighting, flooring, sound system, its really quite an excellent job, extremely functional, without sacrificing comfort or style." "And now back to you Chris," Josh said teasing Derrick for his nearly broadcast quality critique. "Its pretty cool," Chris laughed feeling a little relieved by Josh's levity. "You'll see it in a few minutes." Josh had pulled up his cargo shorts but had yet to button them. He pulled on a sleeveless tee that fell short of covering his midriff and topped it with a colorful Hawaiian shirt he left open. He reached into his underwear and adjusted himself before blousing his boxers and belting the shorts so they hung from the saddle of his hips. Derrick remained icily silent as they retrieved their bikes from the store room and pedaled around to the employee parking area. The Van was a midnight blue Ford Econoline with an extended body. Other than the nearly flawless paint it seemed to be a plain delivery van. Chris helped them secure their bikes to the rack mounted to the hitch assembly and ushered them inside via the sliding side door. He flipped a switch and the entire compartment was lit in a warm inviting glow from unseen sources around the edge of the roofline. "Sweet," Josh exclaimed claiming the captain's chair closest to the side cargo door. The van had been modified from its standard appointments in every aspect of its interior excepting the dash board. The driver's cockpit had overhead compartments that housed the stereo, lighting, some sort of control console as well as storage for the driver and passenger. The driver's chair looked suspiciously like the air ride variety found in long distance rigs. Behind it a pair of captain's chairs were mounted in place of the standard bench seat. The van's floor had been covered in what looked like parqueted flooring. The walls were a mixture of materials and paneling interspersed with some cleverly devised storage. Josh took notice of the curtains that could separate the forward area of the van and swiveled his seat rearward. Chris hadn't claimed the driver's seat but sat on a bench seat toward the rear amid what would be the cargo space. The bench was upholstered in what appeared to be leather. "This floor actually wood?" Josh wonder reaching down to run his fingers along the grain. "Actually not. Some kind of textured kitchen flooring. My brother salvaged a remnant of from a job he was on." Chris said dragging a bag out from behind the seat he was occupying. "This is very cool." Josh said taking it all in. "The only things missing are a kitchen and bedroom." "They're here," Chris boasted. "The stovetop, grill and microwave are all under the back of this platform. I'm sitting over the fridge and cooler." "That bench seat isn't much of a bed though." Josh frowned. Chris beamed and pulled the lever at the far right of the bench. The back of the bench dropped back to complete a richly padded platform over six feet wide and nearly eight feet long. "Okay, I can see why you call it the sin bin," Josh grinned. "It's sure beats the back seat of my Toyota," Chris chuckled pulling off his polo shirt. "Let me get the curtain," Derrick offered drawing the heavy material closed. "Didn't have my change of clothes in the store," Chris explained unzipping his slacks. "If it's a problem I'll wait till we get to the coffee house?" "No problem at all," Josh nodded slouching in his chair. As he did he tugged at the left leg of his baggy shorts pulling it slightly higher on his thigh. His ample cock flopped into that pant leg as he did. It was going to be a very good evening if this was any indication of the direction things were taking. Chris kicked off his sneakers and peeled down his slacks. Josh gave Derrick a smile and Derrick raised his eyebrows appreciatively as Chris revealed the nylon bikinis he was wearing. The black material was transparent, and Chris' goods were on display to Josh's delight. Josh turned his chair slightly to the right and aiming his left knee toward Chris as he leaned on the right arm rest of the chair. The well practiced move caused the baggy material of his shorts to gape wide along the inside of his left thigh. He made no pretense of directing his attention away from Chris and studied the young man with obvious intent. A pair of plump balls sat snugly held by the transparent nylon material. A moderately long tube of limp flesh lay trapped along the crease leading to his right hip. Chris shook out a pair of jeans that had been rolled up in his backpack. The action temporarily blocked Josh's view. Chris leaned back to slip the jeans up one of his shapely legs. As he did he saw Josh's cock clearly displayed in the leg of his shorts. He paused for a moment thinking it moved, and quickly pulled up his jeans as his own equipment threatened to grow in response. He hurried with the second leg and raised his hips from the seat to slide them over this muscled ass. The motion raised his groin into prominence revealing the tumescent state of his penis. "You like those?" Josh wondered. "What?" Chris said dragging his belt from the loops of his discarded slacks. "The bikinis?" Josh said wetting his lips. "They're comfortable and cool, and they keep you from falling out unexpectedly." Chris said snapping the taut waist band and nodding toward the leg of Josh's gaping shorts. "Oh sorry," Josh said sitting up and pulling himself into a more orderly appearance. Chris and Derrick fell out laughing. Josh was somewhat unnerved as the truth slowly came to light. "You said he was incorrigible." Chris said lying on the platform and holding his sides. "About as subtle as a hammer," Derrick giggled chucking Josh in the shoulder. "You two..." "Yeah us two," Chris said rolling to his side and smiling at Josh. "It was a hot show though." "I was wondering how long it was gonna last," Derrick said falling into another fit of laughter. "How long have you known?" Josh demanded. "Long enough to be jealous." Chris said looking directly into Josh's eyes. "Of me?" Josh balked. "Of both of you, best friends and buddies. That would have been a sweet set up in High School." "You must have had a bud?" Josh wondered. "Last year of junior high, but his family moved away as we entered High School. It was hell. Didn't get anything but rosy here for two years." He smiled kissing his palm. "With looks like yours you'd think the offers would come a little more often that that." Josh chuckled. Chris bit his lip and smiled shyly. "Franks at work tonight." Derrick warned understanding that look. "Frank?" Josh marveled. "You're right," Chris agreed. With practiced dexterity he slipped between Josh and Derrick and flopped into the driver's seat. The van was underway in short order heading downtown. "Frank among the seven?" Josh queried. "No." Josh averred. "Frank is....what then?" Josh puzzled. "Infatuated with my ass and very pushy," Chris answered parting the curtains and joining the conversation. "And he thinks you're interested?" Josh wondered. "Well, actually, I am, or was, but not every moment of every day, if you get what I mean." Chris tried to explain. "So what's the problem?" "He caught us in the act." Derrick explained. "At work?" Josh laughed. "Like you've never..." Derrick began. "Been caught, no, well, not at work at least." Josh admitted. "Did he hold you up with it?" "Actually he was pretty cool about it." Chris admitted. "Told us to be careful, then let's me know he's interested. He's not bad looking. He has a really nice body. I figured cool, let's go for it. We do the deed. Take an afternoon tour in the bin. Park out at Eagle Rock. The next day he's calling me about going out again. I was busy, work, school, chores, stuff ya know. Three times he calls that day. I'm like, oh no, don't call again. We'll talk at work." "Now he's hurt?" Josh suggested. "I don't think it's an emotional issue." Derrick interjected. "I'm not so sure D," Chris argued, "you haven't seen his eyes when he's pleading." "Pleading!" Josh marveled. "but I have seen him when he's asking for you, or pumping me for information," Derrick countered. "Pumpin' you, yeahhhhh." Josh grinned. "This is serious." Derrick said trying to counter Josh's levity. "This is serious," Josh said fisting the erection that still lifted the leg of his shorts. "Really Josh, we're talking about the kind of behavior you see in a stalker." Derrick warned. "I gotta agree with Josh," Chris chimed in, "that is a very serious length of dick." Derrick rolled his eyes as the other two dissolved into laughter. They were headed down main street and nearing the coffee house. "Thought maybe we'd spend some quality time before we headed in," Josh mentioned noticing their location. "Ah my lad, the things we learn, once we begin to drive," Chris smiled. The coffee house was located on a corner of lower Main Street. Chris turned at the intersection and again into the alley behind the building. The buildings that constituted the block were adjoining excepting one. That shop occupied the middle of the block. The unused space behind the building had been paved and was used as parking for the first floor business which had a rear entry. To the left of the building was a side alley that led to back toward Main Street. In the limited lighting the side alley was nearly invisible. Chris backed into the narrow space with surprising ease. "Back in a moment." He said exiting via the cargo door. A large white wooden gate lay flat against the adjacent building. It blended into the whitewashed brick wall to which it was hinged. Josh watched Chris swing it shut. It was solidly constructed of planks and as tall as the van; which disappeared from view as Chris latched it shut. "You've done this before," Josh accused jokingly as Chris rejoined them and pulled the curtain shut. "Once or twice," Chris shrugged returning to the platform bed, "and the other end of the alley was bricked over years ago." "That's convenient." Josh nodded realizing Chris had never finished dressing. "Now you were asking about these bikinis," Chris said slithering out of his jeans. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "What can I get you?" Jerry asked the stocky brunette that sauntered up to the counter. "I want one of those Mocha Madness things. Sean what do you want?" Alan called to the red head just arriving from the entryway. "Coffee," Sean replied, "and two of those cinnamon rolls if he's got `em." Jerry put a cup on the counter for Sean, and then began preparing Al's Mocha. "You look beat." Al bantered as Sean joined him at the counter to collect his cup. "You want those rolls heated up?" Jerry asked from the espresso machine. "Sure, could I pay for them both now and pick one up later?" Sean wondered. "No problem, I'll set one aside." Jerry shot back. "Yeah, long day at work, and some pretty intense effort afterward," Sean said finally catching up with Al's question. Alan smiled at the code words. Sean moved to the bank of vacuum pots that stored the varieties of coffee being offered this evening. For a vacant moment he stood before the array. "Roll's up." Jerry called. The announcement shook Sean from his momentary daze and he filled his cup and collected his sweet roll. "No one's set up to take the cover yet, so I'll take it out with your order if that's okay," Jerry suggested. Sean paid and sauntered off toward the performance area. Jerry made Alan's change then finished the mocha while greeting another group of arrivals from behind the espresso machine. The band was busily setting up. Sean watched them for a moment then selected a table at the far side of room. He was finishing his cinnamon roll as Al joined him with a soup bowl sized coffee cup brimming with whipped cream. "That shit's not coffee." Sean said nodding toward the Al's steaming drink. "`Bout the same as what you have, only mines all liquid." Al reasoned. "Maybe." Sean allowed. "I know anyone involved in this `intense' effort." Al asked sipping his drink. "Yeah, I was there," Sean grinned. "Fuck you!" Al roared good naturedly. "If it's all a big secret keep it to yourself and don't tease me about it." "Not like I didn't save you some." Sean said continuing his taunt. "Not like you don't have plenty to share." Al quipped. "Hey," Sean said leaning his chair back against the wall and none too subtly spreading his legs, "talent will tell." "That ain't talent, that's a gift, this," Al said licking the tip of his nose, "is talent." Danny was kneeling at the edge of the stage running cable for the monitors and couldn't help but catch the gist of their conversation. He could feel his groin stir as the one boy licked his own nose. He busied himself with the task at hand and moved on as the two boys fell into raucous laughter. Out front Jerry was seeing to the cue of customers when his attention was caught by the figures that strode through the door; three young men, buff and handsome: a blond, a brunette, and one raven black. "The scoring machine, on and off the field," Jerry thought watching the athletes approach the counter. "Bloodied my nose." Conrad chuckled, "and Richie walked in and saw us at it." "No shit?" Mickey marveled. "No shit," Conrad testified one hand raised. "That's the second time in as many weeks." Tim worried. "We better be more careful." "All worked out for the same reason too." Conrad replied. "Sean?" Mick and Tim said in unison. "Sean." Conrad repeated. "The boy's a lucky charm," Tim mused. "That too," Mickey laughed. "It's got to do with charm alright, but I don't think luck plays into the equation." Conrad added. "What can I do for ya fellas?" Jerry offered. Tim stretched and leaned into the counter as his radar pinged loud and clear. He flicked his gaze from the counter top to Jerry's eyes with laser like precision and held it for a moment too long. "I'll take an iced latte," he said slowly, "for now." Mickey smiled as he realized what was happening. "A bottle of water," Conrad ordered. "The blender working?" Mickey wondered. "You know it won't break down till it gets busy," Jerry smiled. "Frappe a mocha then," Mickey replied. "You got it." Jerry said taking one long last look at the trio before starting the order. "You thinkin' that Jerry here's interested?" Mickey asked Tim discretely. "You wanna find out?" Tim wondered. Mickey shrugged. "What's happenin'?" Conrad fretted having missed the beginning of the conversation. Mickey rested his butt on the service counter and leaned back to scope Jerry's ass he filled the blender. "You guys are nuts." Conrad marveled. "Maybe," Mickey said admiring the view, "crazy from the heat." A skater boy loped into the shop, board in hand and bag in tow. He stopped short at the sight before the counter; then smiled as he recognized Mickey. "`sup J boi,?" Mick said. J boi dropped his board and tapped knuckles with Mickey. "Ain't a thing goin' on. Tried to carve it up at the bank. They have sweeeet walks and rails but got rousted by some suit. Then hangin' wit' some of the boys hackin' on the sidewalk and buster says no way, so here I am." "Chill little man, gettin' late anyway. Hang with us." Tim offered. "Everything okay here? He's not bothering you is he?" Jerry said setting part of their order on the counter and looking suspiciously toward J boi. "Just fine!" Tim said bristling at the counter man's condescension. He winked at the scruffily costumed boy then turned to the counter to make eye contact with Jerry once more. This time the connection was anything but friendly. His nostrils flared and eyes burned as he held Jerry's gaze. "Here's for our order and hook up J boi with anything he wants as well." Tim continued tossing a crisp fifty to the counter. "I got it." J boi protested yanking the chain anchored to the wallet in his baggies. "Don't sweat it little man." Tim commanded. "Your money's no good tonight." Tim strode away from the counter with Mickey and Conrad in tow. Jerry and J boi looked confusedly at one another for moment. "So, what's it to be?" Jerry shrugged. "A coke." J boi replied still not really sure what had just happened. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The cold can felt good in his hand, and he wiped it across his sweating brow. Looking toward Derrick's naked frame he grinned and used it to prod the boy's exposed and glistening genitalia. Derrick yelled and jumped away from the unexpected sensation. He banged into the upholstered wall before turning on Josh and punching him in the chest. Chris exploded in mirth having watched the entire process unfold. They'd just completed what Josh jokingly called the cubed root; seeing sixty-nine didn't have a clever name for its three way variant. They'd changed direction in the midst of their oral extravaganza in order to satisfy an earlier dispute. Josh wanted to service Chris, and Chris wanted to service Josh. Derrick, in turn, was displeased at being left out from being among the wanted. As such, he was quick to point out that he did not intend to watch them sixty-nine. It was agreed that the first man to get close would call for them to reverse partners. It hadn't worked exactly as planned. Josh was too busy trying to watch Chris service him to apply his usual oral talents to Derrick. However, Josh was close watching the remarkably handsome boy swinging on his cock, when Derrick, becoming frustrated by the lack of attention, called for them to shift. Now Josh held his chest surprised at Derrick's fury while Chris slowly regained his composure. "C'mon D," Chris said still chuckling. "New boys, all boned, like you've ever broke in a new partner in a three way? It's bound to be awkward." "Actually, we did." Josh said still rubbing his chest. "Sean walked in on us and that was his first time outing with the fellas!" Both Derrick and Chris looked at him in disbelief. "What?" Josh gawked. "Sean!" Chris marveled. "You are such a thoughtless asshole." Derrick scolded. "You're older brother Sean?" Chris repeated confirming the statement to himself. "What did I do?" Josh asked honestly. "You just punked your brother to a stranger." Derrick informed him. "I wouldn't exactly call him a stranger. I mean we have been sucking cock and all." Josh reasoned. "He doesn't get it does he." Derrick said as much to himself as to Chris. "It's not as bad as all that." Chris mediated. "What? Not you too? He has a responsibility to be discrete with the names of his partners, doesn't he? You wouldn't want him divulging your name to everyone he has sex with?" "I don't know." Chris admitted. "Exactly," Derrick said making his point. "You don't know who satyr boy's going to be blabbing to next." "Not like I'm as sexually prolific as you are." Josh accused. "What?" Derrick raved. "I don't go telling..." "Actually that's not true D." Chris interjected. Josh grinned ear to ear remembering that Derrick had blabbed to Chris about him. Derrick sat wide eyed guiltily covering his mouth gaping mouth with his hand. "I know why you're all prissy tonight." Josh reasoned. "I haven't fucked you in days." "What!" Derrick blurted. Chris' face froze between laughter and disbelief. "That's it. We've been busy with work and all the rest. Sean and Al got added to the mix and have diverted both of our attention. Amid all that I haven't been available to give you the regular attention you're used to. Then I press you to include Chris here when you think we're going to have some time to ourselves and you think I'm being a pig and using you to get other boys..." Derrick's look was somewhere between horror and disbelief as Josh finished his analysis and began crawling toward him. Chris was smiling wryly. "...and I'm sorry Derrick. I never meant to for you feel unwanted or ignored." Josh said drawing nose to nose with him. "Cut it out Joshua I'm not falling for this crap, and you are a pig." Derrick averred. Josh leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Derrick was puzzled. Chris laughed uncertainly. "What are you doing Josh?" Derrick wondered. "Don't you know." Josh said planting a second peck on Derrick's lips. "You're all about doing Chris here." Derrick said testily trying to push him away. "No, well yeah, I mean he's beautiful, and yes, I'm hot to take him for a test ride. But to be honest I don't give a shit about him." "I'm beautiful, that's something," Chris laughed nervously. "But Derrick you're my best friend, you showed me all this, showed me how incredible it could be, after I'd been...well..." Josh had never been good with words and now they failed him completely. He fell into a sudden silence, looked Derrick deep in the eyes and kissed him. Not a peck, but a kiss; soft and firm and slowly deepening until they were swapping spit and tightly entwined. After a long minute Derrick pulled back and their lips parted. Josh lay atop him panting. "I thought kissing made you such a fag?" Derrick accused sarcastically. "What?" Chris marveled, "he doesn't like to kiss?" "Shut up," Josh hissed. "Don't you get it." "Yeah you think a good fuck will shut me up, and...." Josh planted him with another kiss to stop his diatribe. This time when their lips parted Derrick felt less certain. He could feel Josh tremble in his grasp. "Josh what's wrong?" Derrick asked holding him close. "I always thought you knew." Josh cleared his throat and swallowed hard. "Knew what?" "That I love you." Josh whispered. Derrick was dumbstruck. Josh's eyes glistened. On closer inspection Derrick noticed the tears that rolled across his face. He'd never seen Josh cry; not when he'd broken his leg, not when the dog died, not in ten years of unbroken friendship. Silence hung thick in the van. Josh relinquished his hold on Derrick and sat up. "I know I'm not all the things you want." Josh sniffled trying desperately to regain control. "I'm not refined. I'm crude, too many things you don't like, but we've been so close for so long, I just thought you knew..." Their changing positions reminded Derrick they weren't alone. He looked to Chris and found him smiling sheepishly and brushing at his eyes. "...but it's okay. I'm still one of the seven right?" Josh said locating his boxers. "I'm a good lay, not beautiful, or tender hearted or anything else you'll ever need, but I can fuck." "Oh Josh." Derrick cried out cut as accusation cut him to the quick. "I'm sorry man," Josh apologized searching for his clothes, "I'm fuckin' things up. It's suppose to be party. I'll go see if Sean's here and you two catch up when you're ready..." "Josh." Derrick repeated slightly louder. Josh's head bowed and shoulders shook as he rummaged through the pile of clothing on the van's floor. "Joshua David." Derrick growled channeling Josh's mother. "What?" Josh barked in response. "How long have you known?" "The day I had to start sharing you I realized I'd felt this way since I punched out that little boy for teasing you about crying." The day they'd met; since kindergarten. Josh had always been the clown, the hero, the villain, the rock; anything needed to support and protect Derrick "but we've never been exclusive." "I was until two weeks ago." Derrick gasped, realizing it was two weeks ago Sean had discovered them. Derrick's mind raced through the years of their friendship. Through the myriad of experiences they'd shared. Despite the frivolous nature Josh displayed to the world, Derrick couldn't remember a time or a place Josh hadn't done what Derrick had requested or acted in his best interest. For the first time he understood the young man who was his best friend. His pure intentions, his lack of guile, had always assured Derrick that Josh would be a tenacious love once his heart matured. He'd just never imagined the object of that love as himself. Now this magnificent boy was laying his burning heart at Derrick's feet, and having done so was willing to let him go. The thought of loosing Josh, of causing him pain, seemed unimaginable. In coming to understand Josh, he finally understood himself. The realization broke over him like a wave inundating his senses. He marveled as the feeling spread through him like wildfire. "How's your brother going to take this?" Derrick wondered. "Take what?" "Loosing his pet stud to a younger man." Derrick beamed. Josh drew a ragged breath as he took in what he had just heard. The boxers dropped from his fingertips and he cocked his head toward Derrick sporting a quizzical look. Derrick grinned foolishly through his tears and held out his arms, toward the unsuspected man of his dreams. Slowly the smile spread across Josh's lips and room seemed to grow lighter as his mood shifted from dread to elation. He shot into Derrick's arms and pinned him against the wall as they shared a jubilant kiss. "I suppose this rules out that test ride." Chris laughed half heartedly. Derrick gave Josh a questioning look. Josh raised an eyebrow. "Could you bear with us just a moment longer." Derrick sniffled holding up a finger and turning to Josh. "How long have you felt this way?" "Years," Josh repliede, "I just didn't understand what I was feeling until recently." "Even when we were doing the others, when you knew I saw other guys?" "Until Sean I never had another guy, not without you there." "So if we play together..." Derrick posited. A wicked grin spread across Josh's face. "Look you two need a little private time to..." Chris began. "Do something we haven't done before." Derrick chuckled. "We've never fucked Chris before." Josh offered. "Hang on there. I'm a top." Chris reminded them. "Really?" Josh mused fisting his growing need. "Let's see if we can't find a lock this key fits." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.. The band had finished their first set. Danny was at the counter refilling his cup, when Jerry noticed him. "Sounds great back there." He admitted stepping out from behind the counter to check which of the vacuum pots needed refilling. "Bands hittin' on all cylinders." Danny smiled. "You have plans for after the show?" Jerry said letting his gaze course up the young studs legs. "What cha have in mind." Danny asked becoming ill at ease. "Some more of the same, if you're up for it." Jerry offered. "Did'ja see that skater kid is in again?" Danny grinned. "Sure did, talk to ya later okay," Jerry said excusing himself a customer approached the counter. Danny topped off his cup and started back for the stage. The rest of the band was scattered about the room chatting with members of the audience. He took the opportunity to tune his guitar and peruse the room. The skater was sitting with three other boys. From the bulging arms and swelling chests they displayed Danny assumed they were High School jocks. The skater seemed out of place among them, but they included him in their conversation and even their horseplay. Across the room two of the band members were sitting with the boy who'd licked his own nose. They were involved in an animated discussion that dissolved in occasional fits of hilarity. The E was giving Danny a bit of trouble and he bent his head toward the fret board to hear it more clearly in the busy room. As he did he noticed the skater staring at him. He continued watching as he feigned attention to his guitar. J boi noticed the attention after a moment and smiled at being caught. He made sure Danny noticed him and turned his sight toward the door which led to the cellar stair, and then slowly back to Danny. "What you got goin' here?" Mickey wondered noticing the look on J boi's face. "Teasin' a hottie." J boi reported. "Quite a few of `em here about." Mickey said scanning the room. "There certainly are," J boi agreed. "Don't I have what `cha need?" Mickey asked reaching beneath the table to squeeze his thigh. "You looked a little busy, and with all this beef at the table i didn't think you'd want chicken." J boi teased. "So why choose from the salad bar when you're plate's already full?" Laughter erupted from the far side of the room. Mickey and J boi craned to locate it source across the crowded room. The band was making its way back to the stage. Mickey watched Sean slap one of the members on the back and return to his table. "Hungry for some strawberry dick?" he whispered to Conrad. "I like mine plain thanks. Usually comes in its own gravy." Conrad grinned. "Who we talkin' about eatin'" Tim said joining the conversation. "Sean's sitting across the room." Mickey reported. "Think I'll go offer our regard." Tim said rising to display a tightly packed body and a tight package in his jeans. The band was tuning and bantering with the crowd as Tim's shadow fell over Sean's shoulder. Al looked up appreciatively at the stud. Sean turned to find himself eye to crotch with the beefy boy. "Didn't figure to see you here," Sean beamed. "Grab a seat." "Mickey wanted to see these guys." Tim explained. "He here as well," Sean said looking the room over. Alan cleared his throat. "Oh yeah, Al this is Tim. Tim, Al." "A buddy?" Tim wondered. "My best bud," Sean admitted. "Honored," Tim said extending a hand. Alan watched the muscled forearm and bicep flex ad they shook hands. Sean found the table that Mickey was sitting at and spied Conrad and skater as well. They acknowledged one another silently from across the room. "You know that guy?" J boi asked Mickey. "We know him." Conrad replied for both of them. "Met him the same place I met you Mick." J boi confessed. "That right?" Mickey grinned. "So you've had the pleasure." "He's got a fearsome big dick." The skater remembered. "Got that right." Conrad agreed. "Oh man this pile's gettin' bigger by the moment." Mickey said. "Were we gonna hold this wrestling meet? Too many cars at the field house will draw the cops this late." Across the room Tim was leaning across Sean in conversation with Al. From the attitude and body language it was obvious to his team mates he was interested in more than their conversation. "So you're the one keeps the big man here happy." Tim said casually slapping Sean's denim clad thigh. "Do what I can." Al said blushing deeply. "You must be a regular athlete to be workin' with such big weights on a regular basis." Tim teased. It was Sean's turn to blush, as Alan tried to disabused Tim of any such idea. "It takes talent to keep a big stud happy, even more so when he's versatile." Tim grinned and raised an eyebrow to emphasize his point. "We were discussing the difference between talents and gifts earlier." Alan said licking the tip of his nose. Tim balked then grinned and looked back toward his teammates. From the look on his face they knew it was going to be very long night. "Not as long as his little bro's, but a fatty, made my jaw ache and my throat sore." continued J boi dreamily no longer taking any notice of the happenings across the room. "Did you say his little brother has a bigger dick than him!" Mickey said shaken from his reconnaissance by the J boi's report. "Not so fat, but longer, quite a bit longer." J boi drawled matter of factly. "And you know this because...?" Conrad queried. "Cause we took turns boning each other in the cellar here last week." J boi grinned. "A cellar you say." Mickey said latching on to the idea. "Yeah, the whole place used to be some kind of department store. The basement's filled with junk; old furniture and storage for the apartments upstairs." "And our captain, who is seldom wrong, thinks the counter man is interested." Conrad reminded him. "Who Jerry? Yeah, he don't like me much, `cause I hustle here sometimes, but he's into dick." J boi added. "Seven is a very lucky number." Mickey smiled. "Now we need to coerce the proprietor into allowing us to use the venue." "Dude, what did you just say?" J boi marveled. "We gotta talk Jerry into joining the orgy, so we could have it downstairs." Conrad interpreted. "Damn," J boi said surveying the talent around the room. "I'm seriously boned just thinkin' on it." "Been chubbed all night J boi, surprised I don't have a stain in these jeans." Mick admitted. Tim made his way back as the band began. Al watched him closely as he waded through the crowd. "And he calls you the big man. Was that serious?" Al marveled questioning Sean. "Very, very serious." "Do you know any of his friends?" "The brunette was the beginning of the intense work this afternoon, and all three of them were at the field house last week." "So you've done everyone at that table." Al said in disbelief. "`cause the skater boy was your first encounter at the park." "You're kidding!" "Nope, that's him. I think his names Justin, but he goes by something else."