Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:11:17 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy part 11

                              Clubhouse Towel Boy

                             (My first Summer Job)

                                    Part 11

                                   By L. Ray



All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as
well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is
illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't
read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't
be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please
feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email
is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be
filed to drawer 13. Preface;

When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a
journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on those
journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was
younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever
kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am
glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever
found them and read them!

Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much
earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were
seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young
boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if
the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt?
Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot
since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom!

Part 11

The camping trip had been fun, and from the time that Mark and the boys
had dropped me off, until I got upstairs to let my dad know I was home, I
was already starting to miss them, and all of the fun we had had.  My
older sister had fixed dinner for the family, spaghetti with meatballs,
which was one of my favorites, and she, my dad, and my little brother
were just sitting down to eat, so I went straight to the bathroom, washed
my hands, and sat down to eat.

Once dinner was over with, I washed the dishes and then went to my room
to count the money in my can and write about the events of the weekend in
my journal.  I must not have realized how tired I really was, because I
woke up when my sister brought my little brother up to put him to bed.  I
put my journal away and got undressed, then climbed back into the double
bed, falling back to sleep before I even knew what was happening.

Wednesday morning I got to the club a little early and Mike stopped me as
I headed toward the Caddie's locker room.

"Red, how was your camping trip?"

"It was way cool Mike.  We had a great time, and I caught a couple of
fish, but threw them back cause they were too small, and we went skinny
dipping in the river too."

"That's great, do you think you could do me a big favor this afternoon?"

"Sure Mike, just name it!"

"One of the owners, Mr. Gallo, will be here this afternoon and he heard
about you from our friends from Chicago that were here a while back.
Apparently, Mr. Varelli was very impressed with you and let Mr. Gallo
know what an asset you are here.  Anyway, Mr. Gallo wants to meet you for
a private session this afternoon, if you can arrange it."

"That would be cool, Mike, but I don't know yet what my towel situation
is like, so that might be a problem."

"Well, I've already spoken to Joseph about filling in for you from noon
until about three, and he agreed so I think you can be available, it's
just a matter of if you want to take this or not."

"I'm your man Mike!"

"Good, then you can join us for lunch in the main dining room at 12:15."

"Cool, I'll be there!"

I turned toward the door and headed for the Caddie's lockers, when Mike
stopped me again.

"By the way, have you got any plans for Friday night?"

"Nope."  I smiled, eager to hear what Mike had on his mind.

"Tom needs an extra boy for a special client if you're available.  It
pays $1000 for the night."

"I'll tell my mom that I'm spending the night with Jerry or Randy,  and
I'll do it."
"Cool, I'll let  Tom know, now you had better get moving."

I almost ran to the locker room and quickly changed into my uniform, then
headed into the main locker room.  Joseph had done a good job of stocking
everything before he left the day before, because I didn't have anything
to do for the first two hours of the morning, so I went to the laundry to
see if he and Simon needed any help.  All of the clean carts were full
and none of the big washers was running, so I headed for Simon's office.
The blinds were down, but I could hear the sounds of sex coming from
inside, and decided that Joseph and his uncle were having some fun before
things got busy.  Rather than disturb them, I headed to the massage room
to see if I could be of any help there.

In the massage room, Paul told me that Ronnie had gotten everything
stocked up the previous afternoon, and wouldn't be in until around 10:00,
but that he had a client scheduled for an 8:30 massage, and really didn't
need any help so I headed for the pool to see if there was anything there
that I could do.

There wasn't a soul around the  pool anywhere, I checked the snack bar,
and the pool office, and even went to the pump shed to see if maybe they
were in there working on the pumps, but couldn't find anyone.

"Fuck!" I said, as I sat down on one of the benches along the fence next
to the gate.  "Where the hell is everybody?"

I was beginning to feel like I was on an episode of that new TV show,
"THE TWILIGHT ZONE!"  I got up and headed toward the caddy shack, in the
hopes that there would be someone there, and at that point, I didn't care
who it was, as long as it was someone to talk to.

When I got to the shack, it was like a convention was going on.  There
must have been fifteen caddies in there, cheering and carrying on like
viewers at a wrestling match.  When I got into the room, I pushed my way
to the middle, where I saw Ron, the pool manager, laying on his back on
one of the big tables, with Phillip stretched out over him, and the two
of them were hungrily feeding on one another's cocks, while a caddy named
Teddy was fucking Ron in the ass, and another caddy, Tommy, was fucking
Phillip.  I saw Randy on the other side of the room, and decided to make
my way around to where he was standing.

As I moved around the circle, different caddies would poke and grab at
the four guys on the table, sticking fingers up one or the other of the
available ass holes, or pulling at their own hard, exposed cocks.  Tommy
stiffened and stopped moving in and out of Phillip's ass, then climbed
down off the table, only to be replaced by another of the caddies
standing around the room.  When Tommy started to pull on his shorts,
another caddy stopped him, pushing him across the end of one of the other
tables and began shoving his own cock into him.  Tommy didn't object at
all, as the boy began driving into him with abandon.

I finally made my way around to Randy, and leaned in, nearly yelling into
his ear, "What's going on?  How come nobody's working?"

"We don't have any golfers until 10:00, so everybody ended up in here and
things just started happening.  This has been going on for over a half
hour."

All at once, I saw another caddy, one of the oldest and biggest boys,
push a much smaller boy, one of the newer caddies, across the opposite
end of the other table, roughly pulling the boy's shorts to his ankles
and begin shoving his hard eight inch cock at the smaller boy's hole.  At
the same time, another caddy was taking Teddy's place at Ron's hole, as
still another got onto his knees in front of Teddy, sucking his deflating
cock into his mouth, and working it back to a full erection.  Teddy
twisted his fingers into the boy's Beatle's style haircut and began
pulling the boy's face into his crotch.

Within minutes, there were six pairs of boys either fucking or sucking
one another, besides the four on the main table, but the number standing
and cheering didn't seem to get any smaller.  All at once, I felt Randy
grabbing my arm and turned just as two of the caddies were pulling him to
the middle of the floor, between the two long tables.  They pulled his
shorts off him and roughly brought him to the floor, as one began shoving
his cock into Randy's mouth and the other began raising Randy's legs into
the air, placed his cock at Randy's hole and pushed forward.  I could see
Randy squirm as the boy's cock sank deep into him, without any form of
lubrication, and the mere thought of the dry fuck made me wince.  From
the look on Randy's face, he didn't seem to mind the dry cock going into
him, because he never even missed a stroke on the cock going deeper and
deeper into his throat.

The smell of sex was so strong in the room, I was beginning to think it
was clinging to my clothes.  I could smell cum and ass juice, and sweat
so strongly that I was convinced that the golfers coming in later would
surely be able to tell what we had all been up to this morning.

I felt the front of my own shorts being pulled down, and looked down,
just in time to see Peter, one of my friends, pulling my cock into his
mouth.  I decided that there was no sense in fighting it, so I just
pushed my cock all the way to my sparse pubes, into the boy's throat,
reveling in the feel of his skilled tongue and the moist warmth that
surrounded my already aching member.

Peter had worked some of the parties with me, and I knew that he was
pretty good, but he was taking me to the high point very rapidly, and
just when I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, he backed off,
pressed on some point on my cock, and it was like starting all over
again.  I made up my mind to ask him how he did that, and went back to
enjoying what he was doing to my senses as he continued to suck
furiously.  By the fifth or sixth time he had brought me to the edge and
back down, I was so hot to get my nut that someone could have driven a
golf cart up my ass and I wouldn't have objected.  I didn't even notice
when my shorts and jock were pulled to the floor and off of one foot, or
the hands spreading my legs apart, nor did I notice the fingers working
something wet into my hole, and when the cock began to slide into my hot,
wanting ass hole, I simply leaned back against the person behind me to
enjoy the ride.  I was suddenly being floated to a level of euphoria that
I had only experienced a few times before that point.  I lost track of
time, and wasn't even aware of the hot scene in front of and around me,
just the wonderful feelings that Peter and my mystery fucker were
imparting to me.  I felt the large hands slowly push me forward so that
my upper body was over Peter's head, then they moved downward to my hips,
as the long, heavy weapon began to piston into me.  The large cock in my
ass was scraping my prostate with every thrust, as it continued to move
rapidly in and out of my sucking hole.  I began, instinctively, flexing
my sphincter muscles with each new orgasm that Peter brought me to,
without allowing me to climax, and remember hearing the person behind me
moan loudly with each flex of those tiny muscles.  Suddenly, the person
behind me moved his hands up my back, under my shirt, and pulled me back
hard into his groin, holding me there as he filled my hole with his hot
cum.  I felt my whole body shudder as my own cock began to spew the
contents of my balls into Peter's hot sucking mouth and throat, and I
felt my legs begin to buckle beneath me.

When I finally became aware of my surroundings again, two of the caddies
were shoving empty coke bottles in and out of Ron's and Phillip's
ravenous asses, eliciting deep moans of pleasure from both of them, as
well as mumbled praises from the surrounding crowd.  When I finally
turned to see who my assailant was, I was looking into the face of the
green's keeper, Henry.  I had never actually met him before, but I knew
who he was from what some of the other caddies had told  me, including
the fact that he had a cock as big around as a beer bottle, and just
about as long.  I looked down slowly, apprehensive of what I might find
there, to find a semi flaccid cock, still as big around as my own wrist,
and nearly eight inches in  length in it's present state, and was sure
that, fully erect, the descriptions were accurate.

Henry lifted my face to his, and without saying a word, placed his lips
against mine, shoving his tongue inside.  When he broke the kiss, he
handed me a piece of folded up paper, pulled up his pants, and turned to
leave.  I called to him, but he continued walking to the door and out.
By that time, Randy was back at my side.

"He can't hear you.  He's a total mute." Randy said, placing his hand on
my shoulder.

"What's a total mute?"
"That means he can't hear or speak.  But it doesn't effect his fucking
though, and that's for sure!"

I walked to the door, following the man with my eyes as he got onto his
service cart and began to back away from the building, turning it around
and driving away.  When I opened the piece of paper he had handed me it
read, "You're the best, thank you!"  I refolded the paper and tucked it
into the top of my sock as I turned back into the room.

"You know, " Randy said, "He has only fucked four of the boys here,
including you."

I looked at him confused.  "But the others.I mean, they've told me
several times about how big he is, how would they  know if."  I didn't
finish the question.

"Just talk.  The only times he has ever fucked any of us have been in
situations like this morning.  Some of the older guys say that he gets it
all started by mind control when he wants to have sex with one of us, but
I don't know about that.  I mean, this all started about the same time
that I got out here, and he wasn`t even here then."

"Do do do do, do do do do!" I said, imitating the theme song from the
Twilight Zone, which caused Randy to laugh.

Once we had all gotten the caddy shack back in order, we all went
wherever we needed to go.  By the time I got to the main locker room,
there were six or seven men in there changing into their golf clothes.
The towels were all in good shape so I went back out to the shack to
drink a coke, in hopes that there would at least be someone out there to
talk to.  Randy and Jerry were sitting there sipping cokes when I walked
in and we talked about what had happened earlier, while the three of us
drank our cokes.  Jerry kept saying that he wished he had gotten to work
a little earlier than he did, because he would have enjoyed the
festivities.  We finished our cokes and I headed back into the building
to see if I could help Simon and Joseph with the towels.

Noon finally rolled around, and I went to the caddie's lockers and took a
quick shower, then headed for the main dining room.  As I got to the
door, Mike and another man were sitting in the Lobby.

"Red, this is Mr. Gallo.  He's the gentleman I talked to you about this
morning."

"Pleased to meet you sir!"  I said as I stuck out my hand.

The man wasn't as good looking as Mike was, but he wasn't ugly either.
He stood about six feet tall, and was somewhat muscular, although he
seemed to have a little bit of a gut, what my dad called a beer gut.  He
was wearing a shark skin suit, with a blue shirt and tie, and when he
took my hand to shake it, I could feel the strength in his hand, which
was also a lot softer than I expected it to be.  As I shook his hand, I
couldn't help but notice the ring on his pinky finger.  It had a diamond
about as big as the end of a pencil's eraser in the center, and four
rubies, two on each side of the diamond, which were about a fourth the
size of the diamond.

"And I'm very pleased to meet you too, Mr. Red.  My associates have told
me a great deal about you young man, and Mike here has been singing your
praises since I talked  to him yesterday on the phone.  Apparently you
are a very special young man."  Mr. Gallo said as he shook my hand.

"Well gentlemen," Mike interjected, "Shall we go eat some lunch?"

He gestured toward the door of the dining room with his right hand as we
entered.  The hostess must have recognized Mr. Gallo, because she led us
straight to the "Private" dining room, next to the bar.  Once we were
seated, she informed us that our waiter would be right in and then left,
closing the door behind her.  In a few minutes, a young waiter came into
the room  carrying a tray with three glasses of water on it, and set them
in front of us, then took out a pad and began to take our orders.  Mr.
Gallo ordered prime rib au jus, glazed carrots and baked potatoes for all
of us, then he and Mike gave him their drink orders.  Suddenly, all three
of them were looking at me in silence waiting for me to tell the waiter
what I wanted to drink.

"Coke" I said, without hesitation.

"Red, you're in the private dining room, you can order anything you want
to drink!" Mike said.

I smiled broadly and Mike looked at the waiter and smiled.  "He'll have a
Pina Colada, and don't forget to put a cherry and an umbrella on it!"
Mike said.  The waiter wrote it down on his pad and left the room.  Only
to return in a few minutes with the drinks.  Setting the drinks on the
table he smiled as he set the Pina Colada in front of me saying,
"Complete with cherry and umbrella!"

To my surprise, the waiter didn't leave the room, but instead, stood in
one corner.  I wasn't sure how he would know when to bring our food when
it was ready, and then a small light in one corner of the room came on
and he left, then returned with a tray with the plates on it.  Once we
had been served, he returned to the corner and stood silently while we
ate.  Mr. Gallo raised his finger, the one with the ring on it, into the
air and the waiter walked over.  Mr. Gallo then leaned toward him and
whispered something into his ear and the young man nodded his head and
left the room.

"So, Mr. Red, has Mike been treating you good here?"

"Oh, yes sir, very good.  And I love my job too!" I said excitedly.

"Well, I'll give you my personal phone number before I leave today, and
if he gives you any trouble, you call me."  he laughed.

"I. I couldn't do anything like that, Mike's the best!"

They both laughed heartily at my statement, though I didn't really see
what was funny at the time, and the waiter came back into the room with a
large bowl of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream.  There were
also three small bowls, and a number of small angel food cakes on the
tray.  The waiter put the tray on a stand and proceeded to make
strawberry short cakes for each of us.  He didn't put any of the whipped
cream on Mike's or Mr. Gallo's deserts, but he turned to me and held up
the can as if to ask if I wanted some.  I nodded my head vigorously as he
shook the can then turned it up and squirted a good sized amount of the
creamy white foam onto my dish.  A small amount splattered from the tip
of the can, landing on my chin and I started to stick out my tongue to
try and lick it off, but my tongue wouldn't quite reach it.
Mr. Gallo nodded at the waiter who leaned down and licked the dollop of
whipped cream from my chin, then touched his tongue to my lips.  I simply
opened my mouth slightly and allowed him to insert his tongue as our lips
met in a brief but sensual kiss.

While the waiter and I were kissing, Mr. Gallo stood up and reached
around the waiter's waist, unfastening his belt, and allowed his pants to
fall to his ankles.  He then hooked his thumbs into the waist band of the
teen's briefs and pulled them down as well.  When the waiter stood up,
Mr. Gallo picked up the can of whipped cream and coated the boy's limp
cock with it, then made a motion with his hand, indicating that it was ok
for me to lick it off, which I did without hesitation, then sucked the
cock into my mouth to complete the job of cleaning it.  As I pulled my
mouth off of the now swollen cock, Mr. Gallo coated it again and again, I
licked the sweet concoction clean.  I didn't remove my mouth from the
cock this time though, as I began to suck it deeper and deeper into my
throat, until I had the whole seven inches firmly implanted.  I
repeatedly swallowed, causing my throat muscles to flex around the
sensitive head as the boy began to moan loudly.  Mr. Gallo was still
standing behind the boy, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed that he
had dropped his pants and was now coating his cock with the whipped
cream, then moving closer behind him, he began to shove his cock into the
boy which inched his cock a little further into my throat.  The motion of
Mr. Gallo fucking into the boy, caused his cock to fuck my throat, which
allowed me to relax a little as I sucked the boy.  He must have been
hitting the boy's prostate a lot, because in only a few minutes, the boy
was firing load after load of his sweet teen cum down my throat.  I kept
sucking him though, until the head got too sensitive and he forced my
mouth away from his crotch as Mr. Gallo continued to fuck him.  The boy
leaned further toward me and our mouths locked together as we kissed
deeply, our tongues dancing about one another until Mr. Gallo suddenly
slammed forward, and filled the boy's ass with his cum.

The boy broke off our kiss just as Mr. Gallo pulled his cock from his
ass, and then turned and sucked in the slimy cock, cleaning the
combination of Mr. Gallo's cum, the whipped cream, and the boy's own ass
juices from the large tool.  Once he had finished, he got up, redressed
and began to clear the table.  Once Mr. Gallo was dressed again, he
reached into his pocket and pulled out several hundred dollar bills, then
handed one to the young waiter.

Mr. Gallo turned to Mike.  "So, Mr. Red here is free for the day?"

"Yes, I've made arrangements for one of the other boys to cover his
duties here for the rest of the afternoon." Mike said.

"Good, I have a car waiting out front, to take us to the airport, and
I'll have the driver return him here a bit later." Mr. Gallo said as he
reached out his hand to help me up from my chair.

"I'll probably be gone home before you get back Red, so I'll see you in
the morning."

I ran over and hugged Mike around the waist, looked up at his face and
said, "Thanks Mike!" then turned to follow Mr. Gallo out of the room.

In the parking lot sat a great big black stretch limo,  a man in a black
suit standing beside the open back door of the car.  Mr. Gallo stepped
aside and allowed me to get in first, then he got in beside me and the
driver closed the door and pulled away.  After about a twenty minute ride
the car stopped moving and the door opened.  Next to the car sat a very
large airplane with the steps beside it and the door open.  Mr. Gallo led
me onto the plane where a man in a white coat pulled the door shut.

Inside the plane it didn't look like any airplane I had ever seen
before.  Instead, it was furnished like a living room in a house, with
chairs, a couch, and end tables with lamps.  There was a small hallway
which led to two doors.  Mr. Gallo told me that the first door was a
bathroom, and if I needed to go to feel free.  I did have to pee so I
went in and closed the door.  There was a toilet and a sink, and a shower
that didn't look large enough for one adult to stand in,  but I was
thinking how cool it all was.

When I came out of the bathroom, the man in the white coat was standing
there holding out a blue silk robe as if he was waiting for someone to
put it on.

"If you would care to disrobe sir, you can step into the robe."  He said
with a sort of funny accent.

I couldn't think of why I would need a robe, but I undressed and turned
with my back to the man who slid the arms of the robe up my arms, then
reached around me and tied the belt of the robe without even looking to
see what he was doing.

"Mr. Gallo is waiting for you in the master suite, right through that
door sir."  The man said again.

I opened the second door on the short hallway and entered a big bedroom.
It had a giant bed in the center and soft music was playing from
somewhere, but I couldn't see a radio anywhere and it made me think of
the movie theatre in my town.  Mr. Gallo was standing beside a wood and
glass cart on one side of the room, wearing a gold colored silk robe that
clung somewhat to his body.

"Care for a drink? Let's see, a Pina Colada wasn't it?"  He asked.
I nodded my head, smiling as he made the drink, then poured himself a
brown drink over some ice cubes.  As he walked over to me, he handed me
the drink.

"Sorry, I don't have any little  umbrellas, but I did remember to put a
cherry on top."

I giggled as I began to sip the cool beverage and Mr. Gallo sat down on
the side of the bed, patting the spread beside him.

"Do you like the robe Red?"

"Yes sir, I've never felt anything like it.  It feels so fine and soft."

"It's silk son, from China.  I had my tailor make it specially for you.
Mike gave me your size information.  And when you leave, you may take it
with you."

I couldn't believe that he was giving me this awesome robe to keep, but I
looked up at him and smiled.  "Thank you Mr. Gallo."  I said.

"Please Red, call me Tony, and there are some other things you can take
with you when you leave as well, but we'll get to them in a little
while.  Now, let's see, you get off work at the club at 5:00, is that
right?"

"Yes sir, but I usually take a shower and change my clothes before I go
home from work, so I usually stop working around 4:30, but it's ok, as
long as I get home before 6:30."

"Well, I think we can arrange for you to be home on time, even if I have
to have my driver take you and your bike home in the limo.  Now, they
tell me that you like to dance.  Is that true?"

I blushed a little, "Yeah, Tony, I like to dance.  But I'm not very good
at it because of my feet."

"Well why don't you dance for me, and let me be the judge of how good you
are?"

"I can't dance to the music that's playing, but maybe I can think of some
music that I like in my head."

"Just tell me what kind of music you like, and I'll see what I can
arrange."

"I really like that new group from England, the Beatles.  They are so
cool!"

Tony picked up a phone and didn't even dial it before he said, "Captain,
could you find us some Beatle's music please."

The music coming from the walls suddenly changed and got a little louder
as I heard the familiar call letters of WSAI radio and then a top 40 rock
song started playing.  It was Elvis Presley singing Blue Suede Shoes.

"Thank you Captain." Tony said as he hung up the phone then turned to me,
"Will that do?"

I laughed out loud as I jumped up on the bed without thinking and began
to dance, noticing how the silk fabric of the robe swayed wildly with my
gyrations.  The first song ended and another one started as I continued
to dance about on the bed.  I got an idea and began to untie the belt of
the robe, then grabbing the lapel edges with my hands began to fan the
robe from side to side, exposing one side of my body and then the other
as I danced about.  When the song was about half over pulled the robe off
completely and twirled it above my head, then turned it loose, causing to
sail through the air and flutter to the floor.  Tony cheered and
applauded as I danced totally naked on the bed until the end of the song,
then collapsed, panting for air and giggling hysterically.

As my breathing slowed back to normal, Tony placed one of his large
hands, open, across my chest.  His hand nearly covered my whole chest as
he began to move his fingers, teasing my nipples into their own little
erections.  His hand slowly began to descend my body until he reached my
navel, where he dipped his finger in and made lazy circles before moving
just the finger tips further downward.  As his fingers brushed my cock,
it sprang to life, rapidly standing straight up, and he moved the finger
tips further south to my small nut sac.

"They told me that I would be surprised at how much of a contrast there
was between the size of your body and the size of your equipment, but I
didn't believe them." Tony nearly whispered.  "I must say that I am
impressed!"

"Thank you, I'm glad you like what you see." I said.

"Oh, I like it very much.  And I know just exactly what to do with it
too."  Tony replied as he leaned down over my midsection and began
teasing the tip of my cock with his tongue.  He took hold of the base of
my cock to steady it as he licked down one side and back up the other,
then moved back downward, flicking his tongue back and forth, before he
opened his mouth and engulfed the whole thing in one swallow.  Before I
knew what was happening, he had me at the edge, but then quickly slowed
his sucking and allowed me to calm back down.  I felt his meaty finger
prodding at the entrance to my ass as he began to work over my balls with
his tongue, then raised my hips with his free hand, and licked down the
scrotal ridge until his tongue was at the entrance along with his
finger.  He added a second finger and using both of them, spread my
cheeks apart just enough to work his tongue passed the sphincter, which
sent me into orbit as his tongue darted in and out relentlessly.

I was squirming around on the bed like a goldfish out of the water when
he moved his other hand to one cheek, then used both hands to ply my ass
cheeks apart widely, giving him greater access.  His tongue felt like a
soft squishy cock as it worked it's way deeper and deeper into my colon,
wriggling from side to side and I was loving every inch of it.  I felt
myself getting closer and closer to the climax point, and Tony must have
sensed it as well, because he suddenly pulled his tongue out and raised
up until he was sitting on his knees, between my outstretched legs.

I watched intently as he untied the belt of his robe and allowed it to
fall from his shoulders and onto the floor, then leaned across my body to
reach into a drawer of the nightstand beside the bed.  He pulled out a
small silver tube that looked like an inhaler and a jar of Vaseline,
closed the drawer and moved back to a sitting position between my legs.
He unscrewed the lid from the Vaseline jar and reached in with a finger,
scooping out a generous amount, then reached down and began to work it
into my hole, occasionally sinking his fingers full length into me before
pulling them back out.  After several minutes of this, he took another
large scoop of the Vaseline and began coating his cock, then wiped his
fingers on the bedspread and took the silver inhaler thing and pulled the
cover off it then reached up and stuck it into one side of my nose.

"Put your finger on the open side of your nose and breath in deeply!"  He
ordered.  When I had taken in as much as my lungs could hold, he pulled
the tube from my nose.  "Now let me know when you're head starts to feel
like it's spinning."

As I let the air back out slowly, my head began to swim  as though I had
been turning in circles, so I nodded my head, "Now!"  I said.

At that moment, he lifted my hips upward and shoved his cock into me in
one long fast push.  I could feel the length of his cock enter me all the
way to his balls, and as soon as he hit bottom, he pulled back out only
to repeat the whole process.  I couldn't believe how it felt for him to
slam in, pull all the way back out and slam in again.  Each time he
slammed into me, my mind reeled with sensation as it felt like a hundred
tiny fingers tickling the lining of my tunnel.  As my head started to
stop spinning, he again stuck the tube into my nose, and I instinctively
closed the open side and breathed deeply again, but instead of releasing
the air this time, I held it in until I thought my lungs would burst.  As
soon as I expelled the air he stuck the tube into the other side of my
nose and we repeated the whole process.  When I let the second breath
out, I felt like I had been on a really fast spinning ride at Coney
Island.

Without saying a word, Tony lifted my entire lower body into the air and
stood between my outstretched legs, one of his massive legs on the front
side of my body and the other on the back, then with me nearly standing
on my head, he shoved his cock downward into my upturned hole and began
to drive up and down into me.  He suddenly stopped, his cock all the way
inside me, and unloaded his cum into me.  Once he had stopped cumming, he
began pumping again, only this time he was pumping my cock at the same
speed.  I could feel my climax approaching, as my balls tightened up to
the base of my cock.  The tighter my balls got, the tighter he gripped my
cock until it felt like he was trying to pinch it off.

I could feel the cum trying to shoot out, but he was pinching it tightly
enough that it couldn't come out of my cock.  He stopped moving again and
as he released his second load into my bowels, he released his grip on my
cock.  I looked up just in time to see my own cum leaving my cock head
and without thinking I opened my mouth, catching most of the load
squarely on my outstretched tongue.  Tony looked down at me and commanded
me not to swallow it, but not to  let it drain off my tongue either.  He
quickly pulled his cock out of my ass and dropped me down onto the bed as
he fell onto me, closing his mouth onto my outstretched, cum covered
tongue and sucked deeply on my tongue.  Once he was sure that he had all
of the cum off my tongue, he lapped the few stray droplets from my nose,
cheeks and neck, then collapsed onto his back beside me.

We lay there for at least twenty minutes before Tony turned onto his side
facing me.  "Do you think you have another load in your young balls?"

I thought for a moment, then nodded my head yes.

"Good, because I want that healthy young cock in my ass!"

He reached down beside the bed and picked up the Vaseline jar and began
to coat his ass as he bent down and sucked my cock back to a full
erection, then coated it with the Vaseline as well.  He raised his knees
toward his chest and said "Fuck me Red, fuck my big Italian ass!"

I lined my cock up with his hole and pushed forward as Tony moaned and
shuddered with my entry.  Once I was in, I began fucking in classic
style, as he began to thrust his ass into me with each of my inward
strokes.

Unable to resist the opportunity to examine that beautiful long cock of
his, I reached for it and began to stroke it in time to my fucking
movements.  Using my free hand, I pulled at his bull sized ball sac,
hefting them on my fingertips from time to time, then reaching upward  to
pinch and tweak his firm nipples.  In spite of the cool air circulating
in the room, I could feel the sweat pouring out of my body and running
down my back, then down into my own crack.  Tony looked like he was
totally enjoying the fucking, his tongue hanging limply out to the side
and his eyes closed tightly as he moaned with each of my inward thrusts
and tweaks of his nipples.

I looked down and saw the silver tube and picked it up, placing it up to
Tony's nose.  He closed the open side and took a deep breath, and I
removed the tube then stuck it to my own nose.  I inhaled deeply, and as
soon as my head began to spin, I began fucking him with total abandon.
It felt like my whole body was being sucked into him through his ass
hole, and I wanted to be totally inside him.  I couldn't help myself as I
began to slam into him almost viciously, hearing a loud slapping sound as
my pelvis made contact with his ass cheeks.  I was driving into him
faster and harder than I had ever fucked anyone, and Tony was encouraging
me to fuck him harder and faster the whole time.  As my climax began to
build, I could feel my cock tingling, sort of like the feeling you get in
your legs when you've been sitting on them and I wanted to fuck him just
that much harder.  I suddenly remembered how he had pulled all the way
out of me and then slammed back in, and began doing the same thing to
Tony.  The first time I pulled all the way out and drove my cock back in,
Tony yelled out, "Oh hell yes, fuck that ass, make me beg for more!"  By
the fourth or fifth time, he was literally screaming at me to fuck him
harder.

"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me you little bastard!" Tony screamed at
me, spurring me on as I continued to drive in and out of him.

I looked down at his cock as I continued to fuck into him, noticing that
his balls were tight against the base of his cock.  I knew that he was
about to cum again, and I was almost ready myself.  That's when I
realized that his cock wasn't very far from my mouth, so I bent down and
took in the big flared head, circling my tongue under the corona as I
began to apply firm sucking pressure to the whole head.

Tony screamed, "Oh holy Christ you little cocksucker, I'm cumming!!!!!"

I felt two blasts from his cock and began shooting my own load deep into
his bowels.  By the time his cock quit throbbing, he had shot six healthy
volleys into my mouth at the same time as I was filling him with my own.
As I slumped over his body, my cock pulled out of his ass with a loud,
wet popping sound.  Tony continued to claw at the bed covers as I lay
sprawled on top of his chest, both of us totally spent and breathing
hard.  With my ear pressed against his heaving chest, I could hear his
heart pounding as though it wanted to break out of his chest.

Once we had come down from our sex high, Tony lifted me, rolling me onto
my back beside him.  He moved his hand over to my chest and gently
trailed his fingers around my nipples and down to my navel causing me to
giggle from the tickling sensation.

"Boy, I would love to take you back to Chicago with me, but if I did, I'd
be dead in a week.  The way you like sex, and the way you fuck, you'd
give me a heart attack.  Where in the hell did you learn to take cock and
give cock the way you do?"

"Just instinct I guess Tony."

"Well, you sure know how to use your body to your advantage, and you know
how to make your partner feel like he has definitely been fucked out!"

"Thanks Tony.  Can I ask you something?"

"Sure Red, I`ve just had the best sex of my life, you can ask me for
anything I've got and it's yours!

"What was that tube, the stuff that made me dizzy?"

"That's amyl nitrite,  it does something to the brain to make the blood
go faster!"

"I  would love to have some of that next time I fuck my friend Randy.  He
would go wild for that stuff!"

"That's no problem.  I'll set you up with some." He said as he raised up
on his side.  "But it's almost 4:00 so you need to get cleaned up to go.
You know where the shower is right?"

I nodded my head as I got up off the bed and started toward the door.

"When you're showered and dry, come into the other room and I'll have
some things ready for you to take with you."

I hurried into the bathroom and adjusted the water, then climbed into the
shower.  It looked small from the outside, but was surprisingly roomy
once inside.  Once I finished my shower, I stepped out to find a large
fluffy towel laying on the edge of the sink and began to dry off with
it.  When I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around my slim
waist, I found my clothes neatly folded and laying on the seat of one of
the big chairs in the room.  I still couldn't believe that this was an
airplane.

I sat down to dress and as I was tying my shoes, Tony and the Englishman
came into the room from the bedroom.  Tony was carrying a small suitcase
and the Englishman was carrying a shopping bag.  Tony sat on  the couch
and opened the smaller case and took out a little box, then closed the
case back and called me over to him.

"I noticed that you didn't have a wristwatch Red, so this is for you.  If
it's too big, just give it to Mike and he will take it to be adjusted for
you."  Tony said as he opened the small box.  There in the box was a
really neat looking gold and silver wristwatch.  I saw the name on the
face "Giovanni" and I knew it was made in Italy.  It had roman numerals
instead of regular numbers on it, and where the twelve and six should be
there were diamonds.  Tony then returned the watch to the small suitcase
and closed it back.

"Now, your robe is in there, along with some other things, two custom
made silk shirts and some sweaters, and a pair of slacks just like the
ones I'm wearing, except in your size.  Mike tells me you are going to be
doing some escort work for his brother, so there are two nice gold chains
in there for you too."

Tony then reached into his pocket and handed me a silver tube like the
one we had used in the bedroom, and a small brown glass bottle and
eyedropper.  "This doesn't have anything in it yet except a wool pad.  A
couple of days before you use it the first time, take the dropper and put
six drops into the opening on top and put the cover back on.  The stuff
will evaporate, so you'll have to put a few drops in it about once a
week, but don't over use it because it can hurt someone.  When the bottle
starts to get low, tell Mike and he'll get you some more."

He stuck his hand back into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet
box.  "And I know that you will have to have Mike take this to a jeweler
to get it adjusted."  he said as he opened the box.  Inside was a ring, a
mans ring, with a single diamond in the middle.  He took it out of the
box and handed it to me.  I tried it on my ring finger but it was too big
so I put it on my thumb and it fit there.  "Edgar is going to put your
things into the shopping bag, and no one will know that you haven't been
shopping."

Tony stood up and walked across the room with me, toward the door of the
plane.  At the door he reached into his inside jacket pocket and handed
me an envelope.  "Put this in your pocket until you get home.  Your bike
is in the trunk of the limo, and the driver has been instructed to take
you home instead of back to the club."  Tony said as he hugged me to
him.  "You can tell Mike that I said he'd be a fool to let you get
away!"  he said and kissed me on the forehead.  I climbed down the stairs
from the plane and turned to wave bye to Tony then got into the car with
the bag in hand.

As we drove away the driver lowered the privacy window and looked at me
in the rearview mirror.  "That's 428 Linden Street sir?"

"Yes." I said as I looked at the ring on my thumb.

"You must be very special," he said, "Mr. Gallo never brings boys to the
plane.  He must really like you a lot!"

"Do you work for Tony, I mean Mr. Gallo all the time?"

"Yes sir I do, in fact, as soon as I drop you off, I'm coming back to the
airport to load the car into the plane, we're due in Las Vegas in the
morning."

"Wow!" I said, as I sat back into the seat.

"There are sodas in the refrigerator between the front seats if you'd
like one sir!"  He said, as he put the privacy window back up.

I got a soda from the small refrigerator and opened it, taking a long
cold pull from it.  So Tony thinks I'm special?  I thought to myself as
my chest puffed up and I watched the scenery pass as we drove along route
8 from the airport to my little town on the Ohio River.

As the limo turned onto my street, I was wondering how many of my friends
were thinking someone special was in our little sleepy town.  We pulled
up in front of my house and the chauffer opened the door for me to get
out of the car, then moved to the back and opened the trunk, pulling my
bike out.  Attached to the bike was my chain and a brand new padlock with
the keys attached.  He must have seen my puzzled look because the
chauffer spoke up, "Oh, by the way, I had to cut your old lock off to get
your bike from the rack, so I bought you a  new one.  Can I be of any
further service sir?"

"No thanks, what was your name?"

"Gino sir."

"No thanks Gino, but you drive safely back out to the airport."  I said
as I glanced around to see if anyone could see, then reached forward and
gently grasped Gino's cock through his slacks, massaging it briefly.  I
heard him  moan as his body shuddered under my touch.  "Too bad we don't
have more time!"

"Yes sir, well, I do have some relatives who live in Newport, "  He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white card.  "This is my
card, call me collect the first of next week.  I'm coming back to visit
my aunt and uncle the end of the week."

"Thanks Gino, I'll do that."

I waved at him as I pushed my bike into my yard, the shopping bag
carefully tucked under my arm.  He pulled away as my friend Alan came
through my side yard toward me.

"That was a cool car, how did you get to ride in that?"

"Oh that, that's my friend Gino, he works for my boss' boss."

"So what's in the bag?"

I looked around to see that my dad wasn't home from work yet.  "Come up
to my room and suck my cock, and I might just show you!"  I said with a
grin.

"Well, I'll come upstairs, and I'll suck your cock, but only if you  suck
mine too!"  Alan responded.

"You know I will Al.  After all, isn't that what friends are for?"

We put my bike into the garage and locked it up, then hurried up to my
bedroom.  My little brother was at the neighbors and we had at least
forty five minutes.  Knowing Alan, I could suck him and fuck him in that
length of time and maybe even get him to fuck me before he had to be
home.