Date: Thu, 18 Mar 1999 22:32:53 EST
From: Paggan@aol.com
Subject: JB's Tale

				J B's Tale

     Friday night, my favorite time of the week!  I had gone to the cheap
"sundown" movie, idled my way once around the shopping center, and was home
pretty early for a week-end.  I looked at the dinner dishes from the
previous night with disdain, finally loaded the dishwasher, and was
contemplating bed, when the phone rang.

     "Hello?"

     "Is this Deep Throat?" asked an unfamiliar voice.  Damn!  Billy had
told me that he had scratched my number off the wall at the Be-Lo Market,
but what else could this be?  Must be someone who had seen it before he got
there to remove it.  My heart was pounding, and a ripple of lust mixed with
paranoia welled up in my gut.  Still, I was cautious.

     "Who's this?"

     Long pause, then: "Do you suck?  Your number was up in a john I saw."
Very nervous, almost squeaky, and very young, almost a kid's voice.  This
was further cause for caution, but also piqued my interest.

     "Yea, my number was up there.  A friend of mine put it up, like a
joke.  What do you want, anyway?"  Noncommittal enough, I thought.

     "Me 'n' Wayne wanna get sucked!"  Nervous giggles, urgent whispers in
the background, more giggles.  It came to me that the kid was drunk.  "His
name isn't really Wayne.  Do you suck or not?"

     If he was a kid, he was a damned aggressive one!  The whole scene was
very dangerous, but still, I could feel the excitement building down behind
my balls, and I was reluctant to drop the chance of a hot suck.

     "What if I did suck, you wouldn't know what to do!"  I don't know what
I thought taunting him would accomplish, but I was anxious to keep him on
the line without yet committing myself.

     "You just open your mouth 'n' let me shove it in, you'll see what I
can do!  Goddamn it!"

     More whispers in the background.  The kid was being coached, which was
a bad sign, I guessed, but he definitely seemed drunk, and I couldn't
imagine the cops getting a kid drunk in order to set someone up.  On the
other hand, high school toughs out to beat up some queers probably would
get drunk first.  But then so might a couple of horny guys trying to
negotiate a blow job from a number found on a john wall!

     "Put Wayne on, if you really want to get sucked off."  This, I
thought, would encourage them, without committing me to anything, and maybe
I could get a line on whoever was doing the coaching.

     More whispers, the rasp of cloth on the receiver, then a loud clunk as
the receiver was dropped.

     "Hello?"  A second voice, older and not so nervous; also, I noted,
apparently not drunk. It triggered some memory, but one too elusive to
place.

     "Your number was on the wall at Be-lo.  We're not looking for any
trouble, just a blow job, thought you might like to mess around a little."

     A sudden image leapt into my mind: a name tag.  His name WAS Wayne,
and I KNEW who Wayne was!  Wayne was the evening assistant manager at
Be-lo, the one who got all the shit jobs like mopping up spills and helping
out the stock boys in a crunch.  He was a very sexy, slightly built young
man in his early twenties; short, but long legged, with wavy, honey blonde
hair; big green eyes; a pale complexion slightly scarred from old acne, and
a thin moustache over a tiny but full lipped and very sensual mouth.  He
seemed to have a perpetually sour look of displeasure on his small, sullen,
pretty face.

     I had actually forced him to smile at me a few times, by sheer force
of charm and will, but these were transient victories over the endless
catalogue of his woes, for he would never return my casual, passing smile
unless I stopped and launched a full scale attack.  I had, however, more
than once noticed his eyes following me up or down the aisle as I
negotiated my way around the boxes or broken glass which he was attending
to, and it had occurred to me before that he could quite possibly be had,
but that he probably wouldn't be worth the trouble of seducing.  And now,
this pretty little bird had flown right into my hand!  Well, well, well.

     "Hey Wayne, I'd love to suck you off.  In fact, I've wanted to get
into your pants since the first time I saw you!"  I paused to let this sink
in; for the first time in this conversation, I felt like I was getting an
equal, if not upper, hand.  "How about your little friend though, is he ok?
He sounds drunk."

     There was a very long pause, so long I was about to say something into
the phone to see if anyone was still there, when Wayne spoke up again.
"JB's ok.  He's had a few beers, but he's ok.  Look, can you meet us
somewhere?"

     "Where?  You got any ideas?"

     "Well, we're at the store, closing up.  Why don't you meet us at the
loading dock, say in half an hour?"

     My mind was already made up.  "Ok, see ya' then. Just keep it hard for
me!"  This last was for encouragement.

     By the time I got to town, the half hour was almost up.  I drove
slowly around the block to make sure I wasn't early.  The Be-lo lot was
dark and empty except for a few cars at the far edges.  I rolled into the
alley beside the store and back to the loading dock behind the building.
Sure enough, two figures were standing there near the rolled down freight
port.  The space behind the store was clear enough to see that there were
no cop cars or attending thugs intent on mayhem; I cruised over nearer to
the door and braked.  Two figures emerged into the dim light: one was
indeed Assistant Manager Wayne; the other, JB, I recognized as a stock and
bag boy who occasionally manned the cash registers.

     JB had attracted my gaze often before: he was a high school kid, I had
always figured, slender and somewhat above medium height.  He had
exceptionally smooth, fine, olive skin; soft looking, light brown hair in a
short buzz cut following the contours of his shapely head; large, liquid
brown eyes; and hands, fingers and sneaker clad feet of a size that had
always given me pause.  His trim figure in tight jeans never had an obvious
basket, but I was sure he was packing a load in there somewhere, and of his
fine, tight butt there could be no doubt at all whenever he bent over the
counter, packing groceries into a sack.  His face was rather nondescript,
neither pretty nor ugly, but nicely set off by his fine large eyes and the
fine large skull under its fuzzy crop.  So JB wanted to get sucked off,
huh?  I would be happy to oblige.

     Wayne and he approached the passenger side of my car, and Wayne leaned
through the window.  I illuminated the dome light, briefly, so he could see
me: I saw the immediate flash of recognition in his eyes.  JB was beside
him, swaying a little but not bent over; I don't think he could see into
the car.

     Wayne said softly, after I had turned the light back off: "So, it's
you."

     "Yep, it's me.  You and JB wanna go for a drive, or what?"

     "I guess we could go cruisin' a while, what d'ya think, JB?"

     "Ok."  JB seemed much more subdued than when he had been on the phone
with me; either the beer was wearing off, or he was getting more nervous,
or both.  Wayne and JB both got into the front seat, country fashion.

     "Where to, gentlemen?"

     Wayne said: "Let's go out along the river."  I put the car into gear,
and we took off.  I had decided to let Wayne take the lead, and just leave
everything up to him, as I sensed that he was the real ringleader.  JB's
presence made me distinctly nervous; not only was I pretty sure that he was
under age, but I had never had the slightest intimation before that he was
interested in men; he had always impressed me as just a straight, average,
if attractive, teen-ager.  So, if Wayne was confident enough to get him
into this situation, I was going to let Wayne do all the talking.  In any
case, I certainly had no hesitation about getting my mouth around the boy's
dick, if that was a possibility, and I didn't want to scare him away by
springing anything on him too fast.

     We drove through the darkness in a rather tense silence.  There were
few cars about the darkened streets: street lighting was not an expense
upon which the East Point town fathers felt inclined to splurge.  Under the
cover of this darkness, which was intensified, of course, inside the car,
Wayne quietly slid his hand onto my thigh and began softly rubbing it,
working his way up into my crotch, finding and gently rubbing the outline
of my cock in my jeans.  My dick began to swell under the pressure of his
fingers, and I replied in kind with my free hand, fondling his small, firm
thigh rather covertly, glancing over at JB to see if he had picked up on
this action.  JB was looking out the window.

     I drove to the state highway, crossed it and the railroad tracks, and
turned into the dark, poorly paved road that ran along the river.  On one
side was a row of abandoned commercial buildings, the old black elementary
school, now disused, and a few darkened houses.  On the other rose the tall
waving grasses which grew luxuriantly along the river's marshy edge.

     "Glass Island" said JB suddenly, making me jump.

     "Good idea" said Wayne, removing his hand from my box.  I nodded, and
a few hundred yards further on I steered the car into a narrow lane which
led to the right, between the marsh grasses, and over a low bridge.  We
passed the dimly lit oil company dock and depot, then the lane swung
sharply to the left and entered a dark wood.

     "Take the next left" said JB.  I could hardly see the rough track
leading into the trees as the main road swung right.  I pulled into the
track, bumping along uncertainly, and emerged a short time later into a
clearing, roughly graveled and completely enclosed by an undulating wall of
whispering stems.

     "Here we are" said JB, turning and looking at me and Wayne.

     "Here we are," said Wayne, turning to me with a nervous solemnity.

     "Here we are" I said, killing the engine and looking back at them in
turn, my questioning look lost, no doubt, in the dark.

     There was a long ensuing silence, then Wayne said, "Sure is a pretty
night, isn't it?"  Well, he was right about that.  The almost-full moon
came out as we sat there, the warm air stirred the reeds, birds softly
called.  It was too early in the year yet for the marsh to stink, but late
enough for the air to be balmy and soft.

     "It's awful pretty out.  I think I'm gonna get out and enjoy it" I
said.  I opened the door and went to lean against the hood.  Wayne and JB
followed me out.  Wayne hopped up and perched beside me on the hood; JB
began pacing aimlessly in circles.  A bird flew over our marshy room, and a
stiff breeze picked up, ruffled our hair and the grasses, died away.  Wayne
didn't seem to be taking much of a lead, but I was still reluctant to
spring anything on JB, who seemed almost to be distancing himself from
Wayne and me, as if he knew that we shared something in which he could not
fully participate.  Was he just shy, or did he already regret what he had
gotten himself into?

     JB's circling had taken him further away from us, over near the edge
of the wall of reeds.  Wayne was leaning towards me; I could smell his
body, his hair, see his eyes shining in the moonlight.  I reached out and
placed my arm around his thin shoulders, pulling him tight against me; he
turned his face towards me and tilted it up, so obviously expecting a kiss
that I gave him one without hesitating.  I placed my mouth over his, and
gently pushed my tongue into it.  His lips were very soft and warm, his
little moustache tickled mine.  His mouth was sweet and inviting; I pushed
my tongue in harder and deeper, pulling him tighter with the arm I had
around him, and reaching up with the other to stroke his hair.  He moaned
very low in his throat, but after a moment reached his hand up to push my
hand away from his head, and broke off the kiss.

     "What's JB up to?" he murmured softly.

     "That's just what I've been wondering all evening," I replied.

     Wayne giggled quietly and looked around.  "Jesus!"  he said suddenly,
still low and quiet.  I followed his gaze.  There was JB, a little ways
distant from the car, standing stark naked in the moonlight, jerking
himself off.  He had both hands around a large, very long, beautifully
formed cock, pumping it in a steady, powerful, but measured stroke, one
that had his balls swinging back and forth enticingly in the soft light.
His chest and stomach were hairless and smooth, finely muscled, his tits
high, firm and small, his nipples tiny and dark.  His beautiful long legs
were spread somewhat apart, and slightly bent; his shoulders were hunched
over and his head was bent down, all of his attention seemingly focused on
the action of his hands upon his dick.

     Without looking up, he said, in a low but carrying voice: "Are you
gonna come suck on this or what?"

     "Jesus," repeated Wayne, louder this time; he was staring at JB and
blinking at intervals.

     "I sure thought we came out here to get sucked off" said JB, looking
up this time and meeting my gaze.

     "Hold on to your horses, now" I said, relishing the spectacle of his
masturbatory stance as I walked over to where he stood.  I fell to my
knees, pried his hands off of his rod, and speared it down my throat in one
easy motion.  The tool was nicely long, but not too thick, and it slid down
like a dream.  It was warm and soft, and exuded a heady smell of clean skin
and adolescent musk.  I ran my hands up and down his firm, almost hairless
thighs, cupping my hands at the base of his butt to steady him as he swayed
on the balls of his feet, delighting in the smooth, firm warmth of his
skin.  My nose was soon buried in his small, dense patch of curly pubic
hairs.  With one hand I grabbed his loose, swinging balls; they were large
and low hung, cool to the touch.

     "Fuckin' goddamn it!" said JB.  He placed both hands on my shoulders,
drew his hips back until just the head of his cock was in my mouth, and
then rammed it back in.  He started pumping his hips, fucking his rod in
and out of my mouth.  He was rougher than he had to be, but I had had time
to get a good breath, and I could take it.

     "I told you I knew what to do!" he said under his breath.  He wasn't
pushing it in too far, but he was going too fast and too rough; I couldn't
breath, and I knew my throat wouldn't be able to take this for long without
sorry consequences on the morrow.  I shifted my weight from my knees to my
ankles, pulled my head off of the thrusting tool, and rose to my feet.  JB
fell against me as his hips tried to fuck a throat that was no longer
there.

     "What the hell!" he cried.

     "Easy baby" I said, "Let's go over here where you can sit down and
relax."  I put an arm around his shoulder, partly to help him to the car,
but mostly just from a desire to feel more of the flawless young flesh
which was glowing in the moonlight.  He accepted my assistance, and we went
over to the car, my hand over his shoulder, caressing his breast.  JB said
nothing but pressed tighter against me and gasped when I pinched his nipple
gently.  Now that the ice was broken, I was riding on a wave of excitement.
Two young, pretty boys ready to put their loads down my throat: this
promised to be quite an evening!

     JB was stumbling; he was more in need of my assistance than I had
anticipated.  I got him over to the hood of the car and leaned him up
against it next to Wayne, who was still sitting on his perch watching us.
"Has he had more beer?" I asked.

     "Yea, he had most of another six pack after we hung up talkin' to
you", said Wayne, grinning.  "I couldn't stop him."

     "Well, I think he's good and drunk now."

     "I sure as hell am good and drunk and I wanna get good and sucked
off!" said JB.

     "Don't worry, you're gonna get sucked off" I said.  He was pulling on
his dick again, leaning back over the hood, supporting himself with one
hand.  Wayne reached over and cupped JB's balls in one hand.

     "Very, VERY nice" he commented.

     "You want a crack at him?" I asked.

     "I guess so" Wayne said, jumping off of the hood.  He stood over JB,
who was now laying flat on his back on the hood of the car, his heels
resting on the bumper, his legs spread wide, one hand whacking away at his
hard young tool.  Placing a hand upon each upraised knee, Wayne bent down
and took JB's dick into his mouth somewhat tentatively.  He sucked on just
the head of it, pulled off of it, nuzzled his cheek against JB's flanking
thigh, then put his mouth back over JB's dick.  JB started pumping his hips
a little, then raised his head to watch.

     "Wayne, you can't suck worth shit, let the other guy do it" he said.
Wayne withdrew his head from the boy's groin.

     I had been standing next to the two of them, stroking JB's thigh, his
chest, any part of his fine young body which I could reach, watching these
events with great interest.  Now I pulled Wayne out from between JB's legs,
hugged him hard and quick and whispered "Don't worry, you'll get plenty
later" and took his place on JB's tool.

     Soon I was giving that cock the hard, deep stroking that it wanted;
now that he was recumbent and more relaxed, I could control the speed and
the force of the action, with more pleasure for both of us.  This time, I
could really feast on JB's prime young meat, getting my tongue well into
the slit as I sucked on the firm cockhead, sucking that big hot rod of his
all the way down as I pumped its entire length with my throat muscles,
squeezing it with my lips up and down, even pausing to lick those big loose
balls, sparsely arrayed with fine, long hairs, and indescribably aromatic.
After an ecstatic few minutes of this, I could sense the young man's
approaching orgasm, and quickly pulled off of his throbbing tool.  I wanted
to draw this out a little, if possible.

     "Wayne's turn" I called out.

     "Oh, shit" said JB, giggling and waving his knees back and forth.

     Wayne gave me a grin, and squatted back down between those beautiful
long legs.  I watched for awhile as Wayne's head bobbed up and down, then
said: "I meant, Wayne's turn to get sucked!"

     Wayne straightened up and turned to me, as JB let out a curse:
"Fuckin' shit!  Somebody suck on my dick!"

     I said: "Hold your horses JB, everybody gets their turn.  If you're
lucky, maybe Wayne'll suck on you while I suck on him!"

     "Oh, boy" said JB drunkenly, "this I gotta see!"  Wayne was standing
between JB's knees, his back to the boy.  I put my arms around him and put
my tongue into his mouth for a brief, hard kiss.  Then I started undoing
the waistband of his pants. I pulled his pants and his underwear down
around his ankles, and out sprang a hard, pulsing dick just on the large
side of average, nicely built, uncut, nestled in an unexpectedly thick and
extensive bush.

     I placed my mouth over it and began to gently pull on the foreskin
with my lips, then used them to push the hood back, revealing a knobby
dickhead which I started sucking hard, like a piece of candy.  After a
while, I plunged to the root of Wayne's rod, burying my nose in his musky
groin.  He must have jerked off during the day, for his cock sheath and his
abundant bush both had a definitely stale, funky quality.

     JB scooted off of the hood, and stood beside Wayne watching; Wayne
reached over and began pulling on JB's thrusting cock. I pulled off of
Wayne's tool after a few good, deep strokes had brought it to a full
pulsating hard, and replaced it with JB's fine fresh sausage, giving him a
few hard, deep ones too, before switching back to Wayne.  I repeated this
several times, grabbing each boy's balls firmly, one gorgeous set in each
hand, and using them to gently pull myself back and forth from one
thrusting cock to the other.  It was heaven.

     Unexpectedly, from JB: "I want to put it in Wayne's mouth again while
you suck on him!"

     "Oh, Jeez" said Wayne.

     "Ok" I said, "but it's going to be kind of complicated.  JB, you get
back up on the car, sit right on the hood, there you go, no -- hunch down
and let your dick dangle over -- great!  Now, Wayne, you suck on that for a
while, there you go, don't that taste fine?  Now, I'll just get down here
like this and suck on Wayne's ol' boner."  I was on my haunches, back
against the car, in between the car and Wayne's legs; Wayne was bent over
JB's love box, which was poised on the edge of the hood like an unusually
fine hood ornament.  The whole thing was damned awkward, but JB, by craning
his head a little, could take his pick of watching his own dick go in and
out of Wayne's pretty little mouth, or of (less clearly) watching Wayne's
dick go in and out of my mouth.

     This satisfied him for a few minutes, but fortunately he was soon
tired of it: the light was insufficient and JB was too drunk to securely
keep his perch on the edge of the hood anyway.

     "Ok, I wanna get sucked by HIM again.  What's your name, anyway?"

     "Name's Mark."

     "Well, Mark, I want YOU to suck me off!"

     I switched places with Wayne; JB fell back onto the hood like he had
been before, feet on the bumper and knees in the air.  I went down on him
hard and fast, deep and steady, faster and harder.  His cock was silky
smooth and warm, slick with our spit.  Soon it was throbbing and pulsing
harder and bigger than ever.  After a few minutes JB was grunting and
shaking; seconds later, he said: "Shit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."  He
grabbed my head and held it down on his tool while it jerked in my throat.
He came a lot; I could feel the hot jism spurting out of his dick and into
my throat.  I managed to pull back, and tongue his slit a little as the
last savory gobs issued forth.

     "Damn!" mumbled JB, his hips giving a mighty twitch as I did so.  He
sighed loudly and passed right out.

     I stood up and looked down at the unconscious young man.  His dick was
shrinking rapidly, drooling a thread of cum, silver in the moonlight.  His
beautiful body had the inherent allure of warm, healthy youth; his fine
skinned, muscular frame lay open to view in the pale flooding light.  Wayne
and I watched as he lay there, breathing noisily.

     "He's so pretty!  That is one fine body" I exclaimed.

     "Yea, but he's a little shit."

     "You ever done him before?" I asked.

     "Yea, I've sucked him off two or three times.  He saw your number last
week or whenever, and he started ragging on me about us getting whoever it
was to suck us off, said he wanted to watch me get sucked.  Then when it
got scratched out, he REALLY started on it, said we might forget the number
if we waited any longer.  Shit!  Ever since I sucked him off the first time
he's been trying to take advantage of it, sayin' he'll get me fired if I
don't go easy on him."

     "Sounds like trouble" I said uncertainly.  I was beginning to feel
careless, wondering if I ought to regret the pleasure I had just had.
"Isn't he under age?"

     "What's under age?" asked Wayne.  "It's just as illegal to fool around
with me as it is with him, even though I'm twenty-two and he's just
sixteen.  It doesn't matter how old you are, it's all against the law in
this fuckin' state."

     "Yea, but aren't you afraid he might raise a ruckus and get us into
trouble?"

     "Naw, he's not going to do anything.  He's just trying to take
advantage.  In fact, I told him last time he said somethin' to go ahead and
tell, 'cause I knew he wouldn't, and he didn't.  He never will, he's too
scared of getting his own self into trouble, but he's still a pain in the
ass."

     Wayne turned to me.  "Let me suck you off" he said softly, "I want
your dick."  I undid my belt and waistband and fly, pulled my pants down
around my thighs.

     "Is it really safe here, or is JB just too drunk to know the
difference?" I asked.

     "Oh, it's safe, I think.  I've been here quite a few times, never been
bothered."

     "Good" I said, and toed my shoes off, one after the other, and stepped
out of my pants.  Wayne did the same, and pulled his shirt off over his
head.  I followed suit, and we embraced, naked, body pressed against body,
in the soft breeze.  Then Wayne fell to his knees and started mouthing my
cock.

     JB was right -- he wasn't a very good cocksucker.  He didn't get it
deep enough; his strokes were too short, his pressure was too soft, his
rhythm too inconsistent to bring it off.  I was good and hard at first, but
before long it was all I could do to keep it up.  Finally, I broke it off,
pulled Wayne to his feet and gave him a long, soft, juicy kiss.  I ran my
hands up and down his back, squeezing his ass cheeks, which were small,
very hairy and rather soft.  Feeling them made me think again of JB's fine
young butt bent over the sacks of groceries.  This, in turn, gave me an
idea.

     "Help me turn JB over, I wanna good look at that ass."  I wondered if
Wayne would show any qualms about taking advantage of a drunk, but he
didn't hesitate at my request.

     "Ok."  My worries were laid firmly to rest when Wayne said, almost as
soon as we had exposed JB's small, tight, lusciously white orbs to the
moonlight's searching rays: "Let's fuck him."

     I had been thinking the exact same thing, but would never have dared
say it out loud. "Do you think we should?  He sure wouldn't like it, would
he?"

     "I don't care; he's got a fantastic butt, and I've been wanting to
fuck it for months.  Anyway, his brother's been fucking him off and on for
a long time."

     "How do ya know that?"

     "Cause his damn brother's always complaining that my ass ain't as
tight as his little brother's!  He should just be glad he's gettin' any and
not complain about the merchandise!"  The old Be-lo Market was turning out
to be a virtual sex show!  "Anyway, he'll never know.  He'll just wake up
with a sore asshole."

     "What if he wakes up while we're doing him?"

     "Hell, we'll just tell him he was begging for it.  He's so drunk he'd
have to believe us.  Anyway, I'm not so sure he would mind -- Ronnie swears
he can't get enough!"

     The idea was irresistibly attractive.  JB's ass was indeed
magnificent: small, perfectly formed, firm, round buns, separated by a
debonair, deeply shadowed crack, the whole array flawlessly smooth,
completely hairless, and set on a pair of hips that couldn't possibly
exceed seven or eight inches in width.  In the moonlight the whiteness of
those perfect cheeks contrasted alluringly with his tan everywhere else.

     "Let's play with him awhile" I suggested, not wanting to give in to an
idea which I knew to be wrong, but reluctant to let the opportunity pass
unexploited.  We began fondling his long, shapely backside, running our
hands from his nape to his knees.  I leaned over the hood beside him,
turned his head further to the side, and stuck my tongue gently into his
mouth, flicking it against his teeth, licking his lips, his chin, his neck.
Wayne began squeezing his buns, opening up the pale crack of his ass and
fingering the rosebud there revealed.  I scooted back down and joined him
in this game, then, on a sudden urge, I bent over and began tonguing JB's
asshole.  Like his front side, his hole was clean as a whistle, tasting
only of soap and sweet boy musk.

     "Me too!" said Wayne softly, pushing me aside and replacing my probing
tongue with his own.  After a few minutes Wayne in turn gave way to me, and
we traded places for some time, eating out that box with increasing
fervour.  JB was breathing loudly in an evident deep, drunken sleep;
despite this, however, his pelvis squirmed and his hips actually humped
from time to time gently against our devouring faces.  I stood up, and
placed my fore finger against the boy's hole.  It was wet and open from our
lingual assault: I easily pushed my finger all the way into its hot, slick
depths.  I fingered the heavenly cavity for a few seconds, then withdrew,
and reinserted two fingers, then three.  The tiny, tight hole accepted them
all, clamping strongly around them but giving way to their advance easily
and smoothly.

     "I've got some lube in the glove compartment, why don't you run fetch
it?" I asked Wayne.  He hurried to comply.  I was still telling myself that
the lube would just make our mouth and finger game easier, but my hard,
straining cock had other ideas.  I placed one hand over JB's shoulder and
pulled him back until his legs were hanging over the edge of the car and he
was bent at the waist over the hood.  I straddled his leg, and reached down
to place my dick up along it, between my stomach and the back of his smooth
young thigh, the sensitive underside of my cock head rubbing at the very
base of one firm cheek, while my fingers continued their probing of the
tight, slick boy pussy.

     Wayne came back with the KY. I squeezed a blob onto the puckered
rosebud, and began working it into the hole with my fingers.  The feel of
this added slipperiness made my dick throb even harder.  I needed to shift
my position only slightly to slip between the boy's legs; with one easy,
gentle push up, my dick entered JB's back door.

     "AWRIGHT!" said Wayne.  He was leaning against the hood next to JB and
me, pulling at one thigh to open up JB's legs for my move, rubbing my back
briskly with the other.  I leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of
JB's neck so I could grab his shoulders if he started to get away from me,
and thrust in all the way.

     "Jesus Christ in the morning, that is one fine ass!" I let out.  It
was indeed: hot, grasping, tight, but offering only a soft, emollient
resistance to my advancing rod.  The soft, warm tissues invited me in
without either hindering my progress or ever letting loose their hold on my
cock.  When I was buried to the hilt, I leaned even further forward so I
could rub my nipples against the smooth, firm back spread out before me,
and nibble at the neck surmounting it: my dick felt so good I was afraid to
move lest I explode.  Wayne reached around, slipped his hands between my
legs, and pulled gently at my balls.

     Slowly, I withdrew until just the head of my cock remained inside JB,
then, just as slowly, I readvanced.  After a few more of these slow
thrusts, the crisis had passed.  My cock became more accustomed to the
intensity of its situation, and I dared a more vigorous approach, burying
my dick all the way inside that luscious butt and rocking it deep and hard,
then pulling back and fucking just my cockhead in and out of the hole.  The
way my cock felt was beyond words, beyond compare.  I gradually increased
the speed, the depth, the force of my fucking, grabbing JB's shoulders to
provide the leverage necessary.  Wayne made encouraging and admiring
remarks, rubbing my back, fondling my balls, squeezing JB's tender buns.

     "Fuck that hole man, fuck it!  Look at that dick go, man!  Jeez, give
it to him, stick it to the little shit!  What a wonderful sight!"

     JB continued to sleep the sleep of the dead, only stirring slightly
from time to time.  His ass continued to occasionally hump back gently
against my thrusts, but he gave no sign either of pain, nor of returning
consciousness.  I decided to go for my nut before he woke up or we slipped
off of the car, and quickened my thrusts even more.  I pinned JB to the
hood as well as I could with one arm, and started to really pound his boy
butt, giving it the fullest, hardest fuck strokes I could.  Let him wake up
if it came to that -- my cock was loving it!

     Waves of ecstasy broke over my body; gasping, I plunged my dick in
hard, as far as it would go, and let loose my load.  "Unnhh, unnhh,
uunnnnnhhh!"  I was grunting like a pig, shuddering with passion and the
sheer pleasure of cumming inside such a beautiful young body.  I fell
forward onto the smooth back; JB and I started to slide off of the hood,
and I had to rouse myself to catch the boy before we fell to the ground,
wrapping my arms around him and hoisting him back onto the car.  Wayne
helped.

     I stepped back, panting, my deflating dick pulling free with a loud
pop.  JB was just as asleep as ever.

     "All yours" I panted, turning to Wayne.  He was standing close by,
pumping his dick and grinning.  He approached our supine victim, I in turn
helping to separate those gorgeous thighs so he could reach his goal.  We
had to pull JB even further down the side of the hood, though, before Wayne
could comfortably dick that fine hole.  I was amazed that JB hadn't been
roused by any of this.

     Wayne slipped his dick in slowly, and pushed it all the way up into
the boy's ass in one slow, steady stroke.  He gasped loudly.  "That is a
hot hole, isn't it?"  he said, and started fucking slowly.  He was
virtually on his tip toes, straining to reach his hips up to JB's pendant
ass. I leaned on the hood next to the fucking pair, and put an arm under
JB, hooking my hand under his armpit, so he wouldn't slide any further
down. I was a little afraid of disturbing him in this awkward posture, but
it was clear that otherwise Wayne wouldn't be able to have a decent fuck.

     And a decent fuck he was having, to judge from the grunts and groans
he was making, and the increasing tempo and force of his shoving hips.  I
leaned towards him, his beautiful green eyes wide and glittering brightly
in the moonlight.  He grinned, and leaned forward also; our mouths met in a
sloppy, breathy kiss.  Wayne shortly began panting and broke off the kiss
to grunt out his passion.

     "Jeeezus, Jeeezus, unnhh!"  His motions stopped abruptly.  He fell
against JB; I had to stand up and grab BOTH of them now!  I pressed them
against the car to keep them from slipping down, a wonderful armful of warm
flesh, my dick snuggly ensconced in the satiny crack of Wayne's furry ass.
Wayne recovered quickly, and helped me lever JB back onto the hood.

     "Well, shit, that was fun!" he said.

     "I have to admit it was VERY fun, even though we really shouldn't have
done it" I replied.

     "Oh, hell, he loved it" said Wayne.

     "That's as may be" I said, "but now we've got to get him dressed.  And
how're we gonna get him home? "

     "I'm givin' him a ride."

     "Well, you can't take him home dead drunk, stark naked, and dripping
cum out of his ass!"  We both looked down at the abundant cum which was,
indeed, draining out of that sweet boytoy hole and running down the inside
of JB's thigh.

     "Jeez, I wish I had a camera!" said Wayne.

     I leaned down between JB's legs and started cleaning up our mess with
my tongue, while Wayne scouted around for JB's clothes.  With great effort,
we got these back onto him.  He looked rather disheveled but we hadn't left
anything out.  Then Wayne and I got dressed, staggering around in the dim
light of the moon sinking behind the trees.  As we were accomplishing this,
JB finally began to stir, groaned, and sat up.

     "What the hell is going on?" he said groggily.

     "We got sucked off, remember?" said Wayne.

     "Oh, yea" said JB, a little uncertainly.

     "You had a little too much to drink." I said, "We're gonna go by the
7-11 so you can have some coffee."  JB nodded, still uncertain and
confused, still drunk, in fact.

     "You're the guy who sucked me off, right?"  I nodded.  "Well, I sure
want some more of that..." he paused, hiccuped, " some time."  He stood up,
staggered a few steps away from the car, and reached back to rub the crack
of his ass.

     "Did somebody fuck me?"  he asked.  Wayne and I looked at each other
in uncertain guilt in the fading moonlight. "Who fucked me?  Somebody
fucked me, I can tell!" repeated JB.  He didn't sound badly indignant, or
even surprised, just matter of fact and maybe slightly pissed off.

     "We both did" said Wayne.

     "Oh" said JB in a tone of complete indifference.  He took a few more
steps forward, unzipped his fly, pulled out his gorgeous big dick and let
loose a torrent of piss into the reeds.

     "Well hell, you could at least have woken me up so I could enjoy it!"
he said.  Wayne and I exchanged looks again, Wayne shrugging.

     "Next time we will" I said.

     "Come over here and suck me off again, 'fore I hafta go home!" JB
burst out, swaying and shaking the last drops of piss off of his dick.
"I'm horny again."  Well, I myself WASN'T right at that moment, and
furthermore I was tired, and I wanted to go home to bed, but the boy had
taken the news of his rape so well that I thought he deserved a treat; all
the same, I was hoping that he wouldn't be able to get it up again.  I had
failed to take into account the buoyancy of the adolescent dick.  By the
time I got over to him his piece was good and hard again.  I squatted down
and took it into my mouth, the last few drops of piss tasting bitter on my
tongue.

     I started a deep steady suck, the tight, long, way-down-your-throat
strokes that will make a married man on a short string cum in 45 seconds.
I sucked that cock hard, deep and steady, for as long as I could take it,
but it remained unyielding and rock hard.  This time JB stood quietly,
still swaying a little, hands on his hips, breath rasping loudly, as I
pumped away on his dick.  Finally I had to stop for more breath than I
could get by pausing at the top of the stroke, and took the opportunity to
call out: "Wayne, come take a turn."  Wayne had been standing nearby, and
now he fell to his knees in front of the young tool and began to work it
over in my stead.  I pulled myself up and watched.

     JB's eyes were closed, his mouth curled with passion as he stood being
sucked.  Wayne was trying a little harder than he had been earlier, sharing
with me, I think, a desire to get this young man to unload as quickly as
possible so we could all get home.  But JB was impassive, motionless, and
seemingly far from cumming.

     "Ok, turn around and bend over."

     "What?" cried Wayne, pulling off the hot young rod.

     "You heard me, I'm gonna fuck you.  Everybody gets their turn, that's
what you said."  Wayne looked at me in appeal, but I wasn't about to get JB
riled up at this juncture, so I just shrugged my shoulders.

     "Shit" said Wayne, "I don't wanna get fucked right now.  I just came."

     "Too bad" said JB, "You should have thought of that before ya'll
fucked ME!"  Wayne glared at both of us as he undid his pants, let them
fall to the ground, and stepped out of them. "Your shirt too" said JB, "I
want you buck naked."  Wayne snorted, complied, turned his back to the boy
and bent back over.

     JB advanced mercilessly, one hand squeezing Wayne's hairy ass, the
other clamping firmly onto Wayne's shoulder as he bent over.  He stuck a
finger into Wayne's cleft, searching for the hole. "Bend over more, goddamn
it!" JB cried in frustration, failing to find the opening.  I stepped over
to them.

     "Just a minute now" I said.  I slid my hand gently into Wayne's furry
crack, pushing JB's hand out of the way.  "You've got to take it easy and
open him up slow, or it won't work."

     "You do it, then. You fuck him first, 'n' I'll watch."

     "I just had it up your own tight little butt, JB, and I don't think I
can get it up again so soon.  I'm not as young as you!"

     "Well try, goddamn it!": this from Wayne, still bent over and now the
subject of a nice finger exercise as, having found his bunghole, I slowly
worked my forefinger into it.  "Better you than JB.  At least you'll get me
going ok."  My dick apparently agreed with the two boys; somewhat to my
surprise, it had taken off as soon as my hand touched Wayne's velvety butt,
and was now straining in my jeans.  I stepped back, undid my belt and my
pants, and pushed them down around my ankles.  From this bent over
position, I leaned forward, and began tonguing the crack of Wayne's ass.
It was pretty funky, and I had no desire to feast here as I had on JB's
hole.  I worked up a gob of spit and let it drool into Wayne's crack, then
stood up and started gently working my finger back into the hole.

     "JB, go get that tube of lube over on the hood, ok?" He turned and
immediately staggered and fell right down, letting out a loud curse.  He
got up, disentangled his feet from his pants and drawers, pulled off his
shirt, and walked over to the car, beautifully naked once more.  He handed
me the lube, and I applied it liberally as I continued working on Wayne's
hole.  He was nervous and tight; even after I got his pretty little crack
greased up, his sphincter was resisting and stiff.

     After a minute or two, JB said: "Shit, you gonna fuck him or not?"  He
had been watching my finger fucking with no apparent interest.

     "You just put your dick in his mouth and be patient!" I said. He moved
smartly around Wayne's head, and muffled an incipient protest with his
throbbing dick, taking Wayne's head in both hands and pulling it right over
his hard teen-aged rod.  Wayne tried to back away from JB's cock, but this
just impaled him the rest of the way onto my finger.

     His sphincter closed hard on my finger at first, but then suddenly
opened wide.  I got another finger in, then three, partly anyway, and
started working them around.  Putting some more lube on Wayne's hole and
some on my rod, I removed my fingers from the now nicely relaxed bung and
slipped my straining cock inside it in their place.  I decided that the
quick-get-it-over method was the only practical one in this particular
situation, so I got a firm hold on the assistant manager's hips, and thrust
my dick quickly and firmly all the way in.  Wayne started forward, spearing
himself on JB's tool, and choking ferociously.

     "Well let him breath, you idiot" I said, stifling a laugh.  JB did
laugh, and withdrew his dick, to Wayne's sobbing gasps.

     "Jesus, you asshole!"  I didn't know to which of his assailants this
was addressed, so I ignored it and began slowly pumping into Wayne's love
canal.

     This hole was a lot looser than the one I had been in earlier; despite
its initial resistance, I was quite sure it wasn't cherry.  "Doncha like to
fuck, baby?" I asked, gently rubbing Wayne's narrow back and trying to
encourage him to get into it.

     "A lot!" said JB.  "My big brother used to fuck him all the time!"

     Wayne, bent double, hands on his knees, said nothing.  He was meeting
my slow, long thrusts with thrusts of his own, grinding his hips backwards
against my pelvis; his breath was back, and he was grunting softly in time
with my fuck.  I hooked one hand over his shoulder, reaching up with the
other to fondle his head, tousling his hair, squeezing his neck.  He arched
his back, and turned his head to lick my hand: I pushed a finger into his
mouth as I fucked away at his ass.

     His rectum was warm and soft, but not too soft, and ruled by talented
muscles.  I leaned over further and really got going, pushing hard and
deep, my knees bent to maximize my angle of penetration, my thighs
straddling his narrow hips.  The unexpected furriness of his soft butt
cheeks felt wonderful against my skin as I rubbed against them with each
stroke of my hips.

     "Awright!" said JB, "Fuck that ass!"  He was unknowingly reprising
Wayne's role during his own deflowering.  He stood beside me, grabbing at
my swinging balls, reaching under to pull on Wayne's cock, rubbing his
still throbbing tool on Wayne's downy ass next to my own thrusting dick,
then stepping behind me and rubbing it against my own smooth hard cheek in
turn.  It seemed he was more than ready to begin his own deferred enjoyment
of Wayne's hairy hole.

     "You ready to fuck, JB?" I asked, unsure of whether I could cum again,
and ready to cede Wayne's now very pleasurably slippery hole to him.

     "Yea, man" he replied; and before I realized what was happening, he
had pushed his rod hard and fast into my totally unprepared asshole.  It
felt like a flaming log had been shoved into my gut.  I let out a yell that
I instantly feared would bring the cops.  Even so, I knew that I hadn't had
all of its length, for the angle was wrong, and I was too much taller than
JB for his penetration to have been more than partial.  Now it was Wayne's
turn to laugh.

     "Can't take it, huh?" he giggled.  For an answer I just shoved my dick
harder into his ass, knocking the breath out of him and dislodging JB from
my own butt.

     "Come on JB, come fuck this boy."  I said, pulling out and stepping
aside.  JB took my place with only a slight misstep, and immediately began
pumping into Wayne's ass with his usual hard, rough strokes.  The sight of
his dick disappearing into those two sweet hairy buns was fantastic.  Wayne
let out a series of loud gasps, but took it well; soon enough the gasps had
turned to deep grunts of pleasure.

     I stood beside the fucking boys, enjoying the sight of the two trim
young bodies grinding against each other, as the puffing sounds of Wayne's
enjoyment kept time to the tight white flashes of JB's heaving butt.  I ran
my hands up and down JB's back and flanks, fondling his firm buns and
reaching between his legs to tickle his now tight balls.  I worked my hand
up into the trim little crack of his ass, and slowly inserted a finger into
the hole between those pumping cheeks, pushing with him into his fuck
strokes, my hand riding those beautiful buns back on the return.

     "Oh, yea, oh yea!  Fuck me again, fuck me while I fuck Wayne" he said.
I needed little encouragement; I took up a position behind his pumping ass
and eased my rod into the hole I had opened up, which was still sexy slick
with cum and lube from its previous reaming.  I dicked him smoothly, and
just like before, his boy hole was a dream to fuck, tight and silky,
grasping and giving way at the same time.  It took only a few good, deep
thrusts of my rod against his buzz button to bring JB to a loud and
shuddering climax: the spasms of his sphincter as he came provoked the same
response in me.  Wayne was pumping his tool as hard as he could, and came
at the same instant.  The air was filled with our grunts and cries of
ecstasy.

     We all collapsed into a heap against the side of the car, panting,
giggling, hanging on to each other.  I ended up leaning on Wayne, and we
fell into an embrace, our kiss battling against our gasping breath; to my
surprise, JB joined in, and we swayed in a huddle, our arms intertwined,
our tongues engaged in a juicy, three-way kiss.  Then suddenly, as if time
had reassumed some hitherto unrecognized meaning, we stopped, took a few
deep, panting breaths, and hurriedly found our scattered clothes.  We
dressed -- for the second time that night-- and piled into the car.  I
drove my sex mates back to the Be-lo Market.  Wayne pointed out his car,
and I pulled up beside it.

     "Anytime you boys want a repeat performance, just give me a call" I
said.

     JB, who had been silent during our drive, burst out: "I got your
number memorized. I'm gonna call you up and get sucked off again."

     Wayne shushed him.  "You want the whole damn town to hear?"

     "I don't give a fuck what the whole damn town hears!"

     JB was still drunk, but that was Wayne's problem, I figured.  I said
good night, waved good-by to the pair of dark figures swaying next to
Wayne's car, and drove away into the dark, looking forward to what I felt
sure was a well deserved morning's sleep.