Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 18:28:52 EDT
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy (My First Summer Job) part 12

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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
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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!


                              Club House Towel Boy
                             (My First Summer Job)

                                   By L. Ray




Part 12

The week dragged out slowly, but I managed to make quite a few good tips
on Thursday and Friday mornings.  After my fun with Tony in his big
airplane, I couldn't wait to do the escort thing for Mike's brother Tom
on Friday.  Of course the thought of earning $1000 for an evening of sex
fun wasn't exactly doing anything to quell my enthusiasm either.  As I
headed for the caddie's locker room, Mike called me into his office.

"I have your ring and watch, and I know that Mr. Gallo gave you  some
clothes appropriate for this evening, but I have something else for you
that he said for me to get."

Mike handed me a shoe box that said "Fiorini" on the end.  I opened the
box to find the shiniest pair of shoes I had ever seen, except on
soldiers and police officers, and they had a cool square toe that looked
like a pair of cowboy boots that I saw in a store once.  There was also a
pair of silk socks in the box.

"Those are hand made patent leather.  They come from Italy.  I just hope
they fit, because I had to use the size in your Keds to give them."

I sat down on the chair and took off my golf shoes and socks, then pulled
on one of the silk socks and slipped the shoe on that foot.  It felt like
I was putting my foot inside a soft glove.  When I put my foot down on
the floor and stood up, I could feel the shoe taking the shape of my
foot.  They were wonderful!

Mike told me that I should leave the shoes, my ring, and the watch in his
office until I got done with my shower, because he didn't want anything
to happen to them, and besides, Tom and Nick would be here soon to take
me to meet my date for the evening.  I hugged Mike around the waist and
held him for what seemed like a long time before I let go and started for
the door.  I was still barefoot, and had started stripping off my shirt
as I entered the caddie's locker room.  There were a couple of cadies
inside dressing when I entered the locker area and neither of them were
even phased as I stripped out of my shorts and jock, tossed them and my
shirt into the locker and grabbed my soap and shampoo.  Once under the
hot shower spray, I began washing my hair, and was soon oblivious to the
presence of any one else in the locker room as I started singing at the
top of my lungs.

"Oh, you ain't nothing but a hound dog, crying all the time,  you ain't
nothing but a hound dog, crying all the time, you ain't never caught a
rabbit, and you  ain't no friend of mine!"

I was snapped from my revelry by a voice that I immediately recognized.

"Keep wiggling like that and I'll be shoving this cock up that cute
little ass!"  Randy said as he moved to the shower head next to mine.

I nearly fell as I spun around to see the face of my friend.

"You wiggle that little ass of your so sexily when you dance naked like
that!  Look, you've done given me a boner!"

I looked down and sure enough, Randy was hard as a rock, his cock
sticking straight up toward his belly.  I reached out with my shampoo
covered hand and stroked it a couple of times, causing him to moan
loudly.

"Come on Red, don't tease a guy like that!"

"I'll give you a quick head if you want?"

"I would, but I promised Jerry that we'd go to a movie tonight, and then
we're going to my house to fuck afterward.  I want to save it to shoot up
his hot ass after the movie.  We're going to the Madison to see THE
CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON.  I hear it's pretty scary, and who knows,
if the balcony isn't too full, we may not wait till we get to my house to
fuck!"

"Sounds cool."  I said.

"So what are you doing tonight?  You know, you could come with us to the
movies."

"I have a job tonight, but my mom thinks I'm spending the night at your
house."

"A job?  I didn't know Mike had a party tonight."

"It's not Mike, I'm doing escort for Tom."

"Oh wow, you'll make a lot of bread for that.  Do you know who the client
is?"

"No clue, but it pays $1000."

"Oh man, it must be a movie star, or a baseball star.  They are the ones
that pay that kind of bucks."

"Well, as long as he doesn't want to pee on me, I guess it's ok."  I
said, remembering the last baseball player I had been with.  Randy and I
both laughed out loud at that.

I finished my shower and got out, grabbing a towel off the shelf as I
headed to my locker.  By the time I had the sharkskin pants on, Randy was
standing next to me.  As I put the light blue silk shirt on, he whistled,
but when I reached into my locker and pulled out the gold chain and put
it around my neck, his eyes got big.

"Damn boy, either you've been awfully busy, or you've been spending some
serious cash!  Those threads are screaming sex, and that chain is flat
out beautiful!"  he said as he felt my silk shirt.

"It didn't cost me anything but a little time, and good fun time at
that!"

"Well, whoever your date is tonight, he's gonna want to eat you up!"

I ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing up my curls, as I closed my
locker.

"No shoes?"

"Oh, they're in Mike's office, along with the rest of my jewelry."  I
said, as I hugged Randy around the neck.  "I'll see you tomorrow
morning."

"Wait, the rest of your jewelry?  What Jewelry?"

"My watch and ring.  I got them as gifts from a client.  Actually the
same one who gave me the clothes and necklace."

"Don't tell me, you had a date with Mr. Gallo!"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Well, gold, silk, the fancy skin tight pants, only the big boss treats
his boys that well.  He's got lots of money and likes to throw it
around!"

"I gotta get moving.  See you tomorrow!"

"Yeah, just be careful, you never know what kind of crazies you're gonna
get doing escort!"

I headed out of the locker room and up the hall to Mike's office.  When I
walked in, Mike was on the phone so I sat in the chair and put on the
silk socks and the new shoes.  Mike hung up the phone and turned to look
at me.  He slipped my watch onto my wrist and fastened it, then held up
the ring for me to slip onto my finger.  He reached to my waist and
pulled the shirt out of the top of my pants then moved back a bit and
looked me up and down.

"You look like a movie star!  If I wasn't busy tonight, I would take you
out myself!  Turn around, let me get the full view!" Mike said as I began
to turn slowly.

"And he's not wearing any underwear either!  The boy is totally sexy!"  I
heard Tom say from the office door as Mike and I both turned to look at
him.

Nick walked in behind his dad, looking like he had just stepped out of a
clothes catalog as well.

"You boys stand together and let me get a picture of this."  Mike said,
as he opened the drawer of his desk, pulling out the Polaroid camera.

Nick and I struck a pose, with his elbow on my shoulder and my right hand
on my hip, as Mike snapped the picture.  Before Mike could take the next
picture, Nick got down on one knee and put his hand on my butt, then when
Mike asked if we were ready, he stuck his face into my crotch.  We all
laughed as we looked at the pictures.  The second picture looked like
Nick was giving me a blow job.

Tom filled us in on who the client was and what was expected of us, then
took us to downtown Cincinnati to the Gibson hotel to meet the client.
We were sitting in the lobby when the client and another man came off the
elevator.  I knew him as soon as I saw him, having seen him in several
movies.  He was a very big man, wearing  very tight, black pants, a black
t shirt, and a black leather jacket, with a gold chain around his neck.
His bald head intrigued me, because I had never seen anyone totally bald
before, and besides, the light reflected off it as though it was polished
or something.  The man with him was also a well known actor, but several
years younger than the bald man was.  He was almost as tall but a smaller
frame to his body, and a full head of dark, wavy brown hair.  They walked
up to Tom gave him a slip of paper and said for us to go to the dining
room and get a table and he would join us briefly.

In the restaurant, the guy at the door took the piece of paper and showed
us to a table in a very dark corner of the room.  A few minutes later the
two men came from the service entrance and sat down at the table with us.

When Tom introduced us, he used my real name instead of Red, and called
Nick, Nicholas.  The bald man told us to order whatever we wanted, but
not to get too full, because he had a surprise for us later.  He handed
Tom an envelope and told him that he would see him in the morning, and
Tom left the four of us in the restaurant.

"I'm Dale and this is my friend John."  The bald man said to us after Tom
had left.  "You boys know what is expected of you tonight, correct?"

"Yes sir." we both answered simultaneously.

"We're filming part of a movie here, and thought it would be nice to have
some fun tonight, so what do you boys think would be some fun things to
do?"

"Well, we could go down to the hotel pool in the basement, and swim, but
I don't think either of us brought suits." Nick said with a sheepish grin
on his face.

"How about the track?  Do you boys like horses?" Dale asked.

We both nodded our heads.

"Well then, I have a horses running at Latonia, and I think we could get
you boys down to the paddock to meet the jockey's and see the horses up
close.  How does that sound?"

Nick and I both agreed.  When the waiter finally arrived, he took our
orders, then returned shortly with our drinks.  Our food arrived shortly
after that and the bald man told the waiter to bring him a phone.

He dialed a couple of numbers and told whoever answered that he needed a
limo out front in 30 minutes.

We ate and left the dining room through the service entrance, out through
the lobby and into the waiting limo in front of the building.

On the way to the track, the talk was mostly centered around the two
adults, discussing this movie and that movie, and a new TV series that
Dale was shooting a pilot for in the fall.  It was a cop show, and from
what I gathered from the conversation, Dale was playing the lead as a
detective who used suckers instead of smoking or something like that.
Nicky and I just sat listening as the lights of the city passed the car
windows.  When we arrived at the track in Latonia, the man at the gate
directed the driver to a parking area over by the Paddock, whatever that
was, and the driver drove around to some buildings that looked like long
barns.  Once he stopped the car, we all got out and began walking toward
the barns.

Dale introduced us to several of the Jockeys, including one that I had
heard of before when my family watched the Kentucky Derby on TV.  He
seemed to be trying to get this jockey he called "Shoe" to ride for him,
but the man seemed to be happy riding for whoever it was he was currently
riding for.  They  parted, with Dale still laughing as he said "That's
the best damned jockey in the world, I wish I could get him to ride one
of my horses."

We finally arrived at a cluster of stables with three jockeys and a
handler sitting in front of the stalls.  Upon noticing Dale, they
immediately jumped to their feet and began asking him how he was doing.

"Are you boys finished for the evening?"

"Yes sir."  one of the jockeys said, "Well, all of us except for Mick
over there, he still has a ride in the ninth."

"Well this is my friend John, and these two youngsters are our friends
Nick and Larry.  And these young men are Bill, my trainer for my horses,
Mick, Pete, and Bobby who all ride for me.  Bobby, why don't you and Pete
show Larry and Nick around and introduce them to the horses while I chat
with Bill and Mick for a few minutes?"

Bobby stood just a few inches taller than me, and Pete wasn't much
taller.  They motioned for us to follow them and we went into the first
stall with a big red horse inside.  "This here is the Baron.  Be careful
boys, he's a bit jumpy at times, especially around strangers.  I think
Mr. S is gonna be putting him in a claimer before long.  He hasn't won a
race in eleven starts."

"What's a claimer?" Nick asked.

"That's a race where someone can claim the horse and purchase it for a
lot less than what it's worth."  Bobby answered.  "You boys ever watch
races?"

"I do sometimes." I answered.  "My grand dad has a couple of work horses,
and my family watches the derby every May.  We even have a betting pool
where everybody puts in a dollar and draws a horses name, then what ever
horse wins, the person with that name gets the money in the pool."

"Do they let you in on it?"

"They did last year and this year,  I won this year.  It was cool, but it
upset my dad a little, cause the youngest person in the pool won."  I
said as we all laughed.

"Let's go next door and I'll introduce you to Slate, if he's in a good
mood, he might even let you boys sit his back."  Pete said as we left the
stall and entered the next one to find a large gray horse.

As we approached the horse, he turned his head to look at us.  Bobby led
me by the hand to the side of the horse and moved my hand toward the
horses neck.  I took the hint, and began rubbing his neck on my own,
which elicited a whinny from him.

"Sounds like he likes you, want to sit his back?" Pete asked.

I nodded my head as he placed his hands for me to step into and lift
myself up onto the big horse.  I grabbed a handful of mane and threw my
left leg over the wide back of the horse.  He  flinched between my legs
and moved forward a step, but never made any effort to get me off his
back.

"Now there's a horseman boys!  If you stay the size you are now, you'll
make a good jock someday!"

Nicky moved forward and patted the horse on the neck as I jumped down
from the high back of the animal.  When I moved out of the way, Pete
helped Nicky up onto the horses back.  Nicky didn't look too comfortable
up there, but he bravely sat there for a few seconds  before getting
down.

"You don't ride much do you Nick?"  I asked.

"Never been on a horse in my life before now!" he exclaimed as the two
jockeys laughed.

About that time, Dale stuck his head into the stall and asked if we
wanted to go to his box and watch the next race.  We hurried out of the
stall to join him and John as they walked toward the track.  As we
climbed the stairs into seats, we passed a group of windows that had a
sign over them that said BETTING, and Dale stopped.  He handed Nick and
me both a hundred dollar bill and said, "Here, go place a bet on the
number 6 horse in the ninth race."  We took the money and headed for the
window.  The guy started to say something then looked past us to see
Dale, who nodded that it was ok, and the man took our money and gave us
thee tickets.  The box was open, but we were the only people in it, and a
guy dressed in a white shirt and tuxedo pants came and asked for our
drink orders.  Dale ordered Bourbon for himself and John, and ordered
Bourbon with heavy coke for Nick and me.  The waiter looked a little
puzzled, but left to get the drinks. When he returned, Dale gave him a
fifty dollar bill and sent him on his way.  We sipped our drinks as the
horses walked the track in front of the grand stands and were loaded into
the starting gate.  The whole crowd got extremely quiet as all eyes were
on the starting gate.  The bell clanged and the nine horses sprang from
the gate as the crowd came to their feet cheering and yelling.

I watched the number six horse as he left the gate behind the rest of the
horses, but he quickly made up some ground.  He was still at the back
when they rounded the clubhouse turn and started for the back stretch.
As they came into the far turn he was moving up in the pack and leading
as they turned into the home stretch.  The jockey, Mick, had never used
the whip the whole time, and it didn't appear that he was pulling on the
reins at all, but letting the horse do it all himself.  As they crossed
the finish line, a flag went up over the big sign board, which according
to Dale meant there was a disqualification.  We waited for a long few
minutes when an announcement was made that the number three horse had
been disqualified.  There were a lot of moans and groans from the crowd
as Dale clapped Nicky and me on the back and said, "Let's go collect your
winnings boys!"

We headed for the ticket window and Nicky and I walked boldly up to the
window with our tickets.  The man at the window looked over our shoulders
toward Dale and then began to count the money out to us.  The horse paid
thirty to one, and he counted out two piles and handed them to us.  Money
in hand, we turned and ran to Dale and John, waving the money around
madly.  We tried to hand the money to Dale who told us to put it in our
pockets.

"But it's your money!"  I insisted.

"You boys made the bet didn't you?"  Dale asked.

"Yeah, but you gave us the money to bet with." Nicky insisted.

"Well, let's just consider the hundred for the bet a tip on the rest of
the evening, so the winnings are all yours!  Now put it away, ok!" Dale
said.  "Besides, I will get a whole lot more than that from winning the
race.  Now, what say we head back to the car and the hotel.  I think it's
time to get this party started."

We got into the limo and headed back across the river to downtown and the
Gibson hotel.  Once in the hotel, we got on a special elevator and headed
for the very top floor to one of the penthouse suites.  The suite was
awesome.  There was a huge room with all sorts of fancy furniture all
over the place, a bar and a stereo system.  You could look out the window
and see the river and a whole lot of the Kentucky side of the river.

Dale took us and showed us the bedrooms which were both furnished just
alike.  One gigantic bed, two nightstands, a dresser, and a TV set in
each one.  The bathroom was between the two bedrooms and had a huge tub,
a shower, a double sink and a commode.  The bathroom floor was black and
white marble with little gold streaks running through it.  The sink top
was all black marble and the walls were covered with black marble tile
half way up.  There was a great big mirror over the sinks, with gold
candle like lamps on each side.  We went back out to the sitting room and
Dale adjusted the sound on the stereo system, then moved to the bar and
made four drinks.  He handed Nicky and me our drinks, then went back to
the bar for his and John's drinks.  As he passed the light switches, he
flipped one switch up and the other one down, which made the lighting in
the room very dim.

Dale and John talked quietly for a few seconds, then came over and sat
down, John beside Nicky, and Dale sat next to me.

"Why don't you boys get out of those clothes?" Dale asked as he rubbed
his hand down my leg.

Nicky and I both stood up and began removing our shirts.  I let the silk
shirt slide off my shoulders and drop to the floor.  Nicky pulled his
shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor as well.  We slipped off
our shoes and began unfastening our pants, then slid them down our legs
and off, leaving both of us standing only in our socks.  John reached out
and cupped both our cocks and balls in his hands, then looked at Dale and
growled as he removed his hands and pulled Nicky to him.  Dale reached
out and took me by the hips, then pulled me to him as well.

He began running his hands up and down my torso, pausing now and then to
tweak my nipples or heft my cock or balls. His hands were a lot smoother
than I thought they would be, as he smoothed them across my ass cheeks,
and down the backs of my thighs.  Dale stood up in front of me and told
me to undress him.

I removed his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it down the front, then sliding
it back off his hairy chest and off his shoulders.  He wasn't wearing an
undershirt, so I got to look at his broad chest, covered with a dense
carpet of black hair which thinned somewhat as it made it's way down his
stomach and into the waist of his pants.

I unfastened his belt, pulling it slowly from the loops of the waist and
dropping it onto his shirt on the floor, then unzipped and unfastened the
pants, opening them into a v, which revealed an even thicker patch of
dark black hair.  His pubes weren't curly like most men I had seen, but
almost straight.  As I pulled the pants downward, I revealed his long,
thick cock and tennis ball sized balls.  His cock hung nearly six inches
in it's soft state, and was nearly as big around as my wrist.  His uncut
head had a long waddle of flesh hanging off the end, which was already
glistening at the tip.  As his pants continued down his legs, they looked
almost black in the dim light, because of the thick wiry hair that
covered them.  I knelt down to remove his shoes and pull the pants off
over his feet, one foot at a time, leaving him in a pair of calf high
black socks, with a pair of garters around his calves, holding his socks
up.  As I stood upright, I moved in to him, running my hands down his
back and over the cheeks of his ass, which I found were nearly as hairy
as his chest.  The cheeks of his ass felt as though he was wearing a pair
of fur underwear.  I felt his cock begin to grow as it rubbed against my
abdomen, becoming much longer and fatter as it grew.  All the while,
Nicky had been undressing John at the same time as I was undressing Dale.

"John, why don't you go into my bedroom and bring that black case in
here? Let's see what we can get these boys into." Dale said as he ran his
hands down my back.

John went into the bedroom and came back carrying a large black case.  He
sat it on the floor then cleared everything from the coffee table and
laid the case on it's side on the table.  As he opened the case, I looked
inside to see several various sized dildos and other things that I wasn't
sure what they were.  John lifted the tray that the dildos were in and
set it over onto the table, revealing another compartment which contained
a lot of leather items and straps, handcuffs, and ropes.  John took out a
pair of the handcuffs and pulled Nicky's right hand behind his back,
placing the cuffs on that hand as he reached for his left hand.  Once he
had Nicky's hands secured behind his back, he pulled out a leather hood
and began to pull it down over Nicky's head, making sure to place the
nose holes over Nicky's nose, and then began to adjust it on the sides
and back.  When he turned Nicky to face Dale and me, I saw a large hole
where Nicky's mouth was, but there were no eye holes.  As John pushed
Nicky downward onto his knees, he picked up one of the small dildos and
shoved it into the hole, filling Nicky's mouth.  I saw him gag a couple
of times before he got used to the  object which obviously filled his
mouth to capacity.  Watching what John was doing to my friend, I didn't
notice that Dale had gotten a length of rope and was securely tying my
hands behind my back.  When he pulled the rope tight, it startled me back
to the moment, and I began to panic a little, when Dale pulled a ball
that had leather straps attached to it from the case.  He shoved the ball
into my open mouth and proceeded to fasten a buckle on the straps behind
my head.

While I had a slight advantage over Nicky, because I could see, I was
starting to worry  about what was about to happen.  I was obviously
showing my nervousness because Dale leaned forward and whispered into my
ear,

"Don't worry, it won't hurt too much, and I promise we won't leave any
marks."

That really didn't quell my fears a whole lot, because I was used to
having at least a little control over the situations that I allowed
myself to get into.  Unable to speak because of the gag, I nervously
nodded my head as Dale began to push downward on my shoulders, forcing me
to my knees as well.  As I looked up, Dale's cock was sticking out in
front of him, the head looked like a medium sized plum on a big stalk.
It was at least two and a half inches across the end, and the sticking
out of it's foreskin about half way.  The shaft looked to be at least
nine inches long and curved up about half way down the length.  The vein
running down the underside looked as big around as a pencil, and pulsed
with each beat of his heart.

The two men began to lay Nicky and me back onto the floor, our heads
resting on one another's shoulders, and ran leather straps under our arm
pits, connecting us securely to one another.  Dale raised my left leg and
tied it securely at the ankle to Nicky's which John had raised as well,
then they repeated the action with our other legs.  Because of our
positions, this forced our asses into the air, and wouldn't allow us to
lower our legs.  Then they fastened a bar between our ankles forcing our
legs to stay up and spread apart.  John and Dale now stood over us and I
couldn't help but see that both of their cocks were nearly the same size,
but John's was just a little fatter than Dales.

Dale got onto his knees, behind my ass as John got into the same position
behind Nicky.  I felt something greasy being worked into my hole then
felt the end of Dales cock press against my opening, and heard him tell
John now, as he rammed his fat cock deep into my hole, stretching me
forcefully.  I felt myself scream but couldn't hear it as everything was
suddenly black except for the flashes of light that crossed my eyes.  The
next thing that I felt was Dale's heavy balls slapping my ass as he began
driving in and out of me, his face looking down on my own, grinning from
ear to ear.  He was saying something about whores and cunts, but it
really wasn't registering at that moment because of the intense burning
feeling I had in my over stretched ass hole.

Dale's hands were planted on either side of me,  firmly on the floor, as
he continued to drive into me, periodically rotating his cock deep inside
my bowels.  I assumed that Nicky was going through pretty much the same
thing as me, which really didn't serve to make me feel any better.  I
could feel the leather of the hood he was wearing, as it rubbed against
my cheek with each stroke of either of the two men pummeling our young
asses.  I also felt my eyes begin to burn as the tears streamed down my
cheeks, and imagined that Nicky too, was crying inside the hood that he
was wearing.

Dale was still driving his cock into me, and it seemed like several hours
had passed since this violent fuck had begun, but in fact, it had only
been around an hour or so.  The sweat from Dale's body was dripping on me
everywhere, and I knew that I had cum at least twice, and could feel a
third climax building in my young nuts as he continued to drive in and
out of my now tender hole.  I was sure at that point that my hole would
be nothing but mush and everything would just leak out of me from now
on.  I couldn't imagine ever being able to hold anything inside again.
It felt like it was opened up enough for someone to drive a car into.

Suddenly, Dale began to shudder as he drove his cock all the way into me
and held it there.  With a loud bellowing groan, I felt him flooding my
insides with his white hot cum, which seemed like it would never stop
flowing.  It was shooting into me so hard and fast that I couldn't count
the number of blasts that I felt.  Dale didn't wait for his cock to go
down any before he abruptly pulled the monster from my hole, making a
very loud plopping sound.  I felt his cum begin to leak out of me and run
down the crack of my ass toward my lower back.

The next thing I knew, our legs were untied from each other and lowered
to the floor, and our hips were being massaged roughly by John.

"This will get the blood circulating again!" John said as he rubbed hard
on first Nicky, and then me.  Once they had released the straps that kept
our shoulders together, Dale rolled me over onto my belly and helped me
up to my knees, then began to untie my hands.  I rubbed my wrists to get
the blood flowing back into my fingers as he unfastened the ball gag from
behind my head.  My jaws hurt as I worked them from side to side, and
Dale picked me up from the floor, sat me onto his lap on the couch and
began to cuddle me, saying soothing comments and calling me his fuck
baby.  He looked at John who was now holding Nicky in much the same
fashion.   John handed him a bottle as Dale picked me up and carried me
into the bathroom and lay me in the large tub, then turned on the water
and adjusted the temperature until it was quite warm.   He poured some of
the contents from the bottle, which smelled like musty leaves in the
fall, and turned the water off.  Shortly, John carried Nicky into the
bathroom and lay him in the tub as well.

"You boys just lay there and soak for a little while until we come back."

I hugged Nicky to me and we lay our heads on each other as we closed our
eyes and tried to relax some.  We lay there soaking in the warm water for
a long time, our nostrils filling with the bitter aroma as we languished
in the soothing warmth of the water.    Dale came in and handed us two
big towels as we stepped out of the tub.

"How do you boys feel now?"  Dale asked.

"I feel a lot better, my legs aren't sore any more, and neither are my
arms."  I said

"Yeah, me too." Nicky added.

"Well, that's all well and good, but how about the bottoms?  Turn around
and bend over and let's take a look." Dale said as Nicky and I both
turned around, bending forward at the waist.

I felt him poke his finger at my hole, and I could actually feel
pressure.

"Good!"  Dale said, "They've closed up nicely, almost back to normal
again."

"Dale, what was that stuff that you poured into the tub?"  I asked.

"I really don't know what is in it, I got it from a Monk that I met in
Tibet.  He assured me that it was a combination of sacred herbs that
speeds up the healing process."  Dale replied.  "Now you boys get dried
off and dressed and we'll get you back across the river to Tom's office."

"But, I thought we were supposed to stay the whole night?"  Nicky asked.

"Oh?  Well, John and I have to be on the set in the morning, and if you
two lovelies stayed the night, we wouldn't get any sleep at all!  No,
we'll take you back to Tom's office and he'll have to take care of you
tonight.  But you boys have done very well.  Very well indeed.  The last
two boys we had didn't do so well.  They cried and begged us to stop, and
we had to get a little rough with them."  Dale said, causing Nicky and I
to look at one another.

"In fact, they should be getting out of the hospital soon."  John added
with a smile and a wink.

Nicky and I hurried and got dressed as Dale called the front desk to have
the limo waiting.

When we got to Tom's office on Madison Avenue, he was sitting in his big
car waiting for us.  We got into the back seat and Tom turned around.

"How'd it go boys?"

"It was pretty cool.  We went to the Latonia race track, met some
jockeys, sat on race horses, and made a bet and won a whole lot of
money."  I said excitedly.

"Nicky, you sat on a horse?"

"Yeah, dad, it was a really big one too!"  Nicky said.  "It was sort of
cool."

"Well, let's get you boys to the house and get you settled for the
night.  I have to pick up little Tom in the morning, so I need some
sleep."

When we got to Tom's house, Nicky and I went to his bedroom and got
undressed, then climbed into the bed together.  We lay there for a few
minutes when Nicky turned to face me.

"You  too  tired to play around for a while?"  Nicky asked me, his face
only inches from my own.

"No, as long as we don't have to fuck.  I don't think I could feel it
inside me anyway.  Dale stretched me out like a pot hole."  I laughed.

"Yeah," Nicky replied, "That John was huge too, and a long way from being
easy on the old hole."  he giggled as he rubbed his bottom.

Nicky quickly changed his position and we began to suck each other in a
classic sixty nine.  We sucked long and slow, trying our best to make it
last a long time.  As I was about to shoot my load down Nicky's throat,
Tom opened the door.

"You boys need to quit dicking one another and get to sleep!  Red has to
work in the morning, and Nick, you have a your karate class in the
morning too, so get your nut's and get to sleep."

As Tom closed the door, Nicky and I rolled on the bed laughing, but
quickly returned our attention to our stiff young cocks, sucking each
other to climax.

All too soon, Tom was yelling at us to get up and dress.  They dropped me
at the club and Tom handed me an envelope with my money from the date the
previous night.  Nicky and I waved at each other as they pulled out of
the parking lot.

I went straight to the caddie's locker room and began to change clothes.
Once I was dressed I locked my locker and headed for the laundry.

The main locker room was empty as I passed through, but I could tell that
the towels were well stocked in there as well as in the sauna and shower
areas, so I made a side trip to the massage room to check there.  Neither
Ronnie or Paul were in yet, but the towels were well stocked there as
well, so I headed on out to the laundry.

The bins were all full and where they belonged so I decided to see if I
could find Simon and Joseph.  No one was in the laundry office so I went
to look over by the big machines.  Joseph was loading a washer, wearing
nothing but his jock, shoes and socks, but I still didn't see Simon
anywhere.  I walked up behind Joseph and stuck my finger into his hole as
he bent over to put the last towels into the big machine.  It must have
really caught him off guard, because he squealed and jumped, hitting his
head on the edge of the opening.

"You fuck wad!"  He yelled as he turned to see me standing behind him,
then we both grabbed onto one another and fell to the floor laughing
hysterically.  "You know, you could give a guy some warning before you do
things like that."  Joseph said as we regained our composure somewhat.

"Where's Simon?"  I asked.

"He had to go someplace.  Said he'd be back in a couple of hours and for
me to get the last two loads done.  That was the last one I just put in."

"How long has he been gone?"

"Maybe twenty minutes."

"Cool, and he left the office open too.  Get that load running and let's
go grab a coke, I know he's got some in that fridge in there."

Joseph smiled as we got to our feet.  He shut the door and set the washer
for auto run and we headed off to the office.

"So, how come you're dressed like that?"

"I figured with Simon gone, I could do what I wanted.  Didn't expect
anyone to come in and goose me!"

We got to the office and I sat in Simon's chair as Joseph went to the
fridge, pulled out two cokes and handed me one.  I leaned back in the
chair as I popped the lid off with the bottle opener and handed it to
Joseph, who opened his.  He looked around the room, then sat down on my
lap, his bare ass cheek meeting the exposed skin on my leg.

"So, you want to fuck me, it ain't like we don't have plenty of time, and
besides, I think you owe me for filling in for you yesterday afternoon!"
"Oh, you do, do you?  Well, why don't you just lay your cute ass across
the top of that desk and I'll see if I can't pay off that debt!"

Joseph got up and laid down on his back on the top of the desk, throwing
his legs up into the air.  I got a wild idea and took a big swig of my
cold coke, then got down between his legs and put my mouth up against his
tight hole, spreading his cheeks apart,  put my mouth over his hole and
pushed the coke into him, causing him to squeal gleefully.

"Oh FUCK, that tingles, but it feels awesome!"  he exclaimed.

Without any hesitation, I pulled my shorts and jock down, and shoved my
already hard cock into his hole, before any of the coke had a chance to
leak back out.

Joseph moaned lewdly, as I began fucking in and out of him.  He was
right, the coke was making my cock tingle as well, and it felt cool as
hell.

"Oh yeah.fuck me Red, fuck me hard!"  Joseph said, panting.

I fucked into him, feeling the coke squish around my cock, and feeling
him contract his ass ring around my cock.  I changed from fast and hard
to slow and deep, then back to fast and hard again.  I reached into the
pouch of his jock and grabbed his cock, and began jacking it, trying to
match the tempo of my thrusts into his ass.

"Oh Red, you know how to make me beg you for more.  Fuck me, fuck me,
Red.  Drill me deeper!"  Joseph yelled at me.

I had my cock as deep in him as I could get it, and was driving him
across the top of the desk, his own sweat providing the lubrication to
move him across the glass surface.  I pulled him back to me by his
thighs, causing a loud squeak from his sweat slick skin rubbing the glass
as I drove myself balls deep into him.  I had to let go of his cock in
order to keep him from sliding again, and held him tight against me as I
continued to fuck into his sucking ass.  Joseph reached up and began
twisting my tits as I drove into him several more times, then shoved as
far forward as I could, filling his hole full of my cum.  The more he
twisted my tits, the more it seemed I shot into him.  He dropped his
hands onto his belly and lay beneath me, both of us panting, until my
cock plopped from his hole on it's own.  I raised up, spread his legs
apart, and dived onto his cock, sucking it deeply into my throat.  I
nibbled, licked, and swirled my tongue around his cock head, then
engulfed it all the way down to the  base, only to raise up to the end
and start over again.  I loved the taste of Joseph's cock and was doing
everything I could to prove it to him.  When I began twisting my head as
I went down his length again, he twisted his fingers into my hair and
began driving my head as far down as he could get it.  I felt the head
slipping into my throat and swallowed repeatedly, making the muscles of
my throat work the sensitive head.  I felt his body tremble beneath me as
I pulled my mouth all the way back up to the head, and held it, licking
into his piss slit.  He jerked a few times and began to fill my mouth
full of his sweet tasting teenaged cum, but I didn't swallow any of it.
When he quit cumming, I pulled my mouth off his spent cock, put my arms
under his shoulders and lifted him up, then planted my lips firmly
against his, and began to use my tongue to shove some of his delicious
cum from my mouth to his.  We both moaned as we savored the taste of our
combined saliva, and his sweet cum.  Once we had both swallowed the last
of his cum, I pulled back and looked at him.  His hair was soaked and
plastered to his head, making him look even more angelic than usual, and
I leaned in and kissed him again.

"Great show boys!"  Simon said from the open door of the office, "Only
next time, you might want to close the door, you never know who might
come through here to get something."

Joseph and I both jumped like we had been shot at.  I quickly pulled my
shorts and jock up as Joseph got down off of the desk.  Simon tossed us a
towel to wipe the sweat off the desk with and went back out into the main
laundry area.  As we walked out to where he was, he turned to Joseph.

"Well, at least you didn't neglect your work.  Is that the last load?"

"Yeah." Joseph said.

"Good, you boys put them into the dryer as soon as it stops spinning.
I'll be back in a few minutes and then it's my turn to pop that little
ass of yours Joey boy, so don't bother putting your clothes back on yet."

I watched Simon adjust his big cock as he turned and left the laundry.