Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2014 18:38:11 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: He Was Hard v.2

He Was Hard v. 2
by Jon Hold
 Copyright ©2014 by the author


He was hard and Tomi was on his knees sucking him. "He" was Sharp. His ass
was still red from where the coach had busted his ass with a ping-pong
paddle. He was giving the new kid one hell of a face-fucking anyway, or
maybe, because of. He didn't care which. He'd never had head this
good. There wasn't a bitch he knew that could give head like this new
student. The kid had filled out papers for the coach while the coach was
tearing up Sharp's ass for backtalking the English teacher. The boys were
sent to the showers together.

Tomi asked if Sharp's ass hurt. Sharp just gave Tomi a dirty look and said,
"Suck my dick!" He heard the new kid walk up behind him and twirled to
defend himself. When the kid dropped to his knees and deepthroated Sharp's
dick right down to the pubes, the older boy just stood there dumbstruck as
the kid started sucking him.

Sharp suddenly woke up and realized that he was standing naked in the
school gym with a guy sucking on his dick. Grabbing the kids hair, Sharp
exploded, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, faggot?"

Tomi looked confused, "I was sucking your dick like you told me. Wasn't I
doing a good job?"

Sharp shook his head and blinked, "You're doing a fantastic job. I've never
had head that good. But guys don't suck other guys dicks. You want someone
to think you're a faggot or something?"

Tomi shrugged, "Why not? I am a faggot, Sharp. I like sucking guys
dicks. That's what I do."

"OK. But what about me? I don't want nobody thinking I'm a faggot!"

"You think having someone suck your dick makes you a faggot? I figure that
it made you some sort of stud. Besides, what do you care what other people
think? Or is that just for your tough-guy act? Aren't you man enough to do
what YOU want to do instead of what everyone thinks you should do?"

"Yeah! You're right. I do what I want to do. Here..." jamming his cock back
into Tomi's mouth, "... suck this until I crack a nut down your throat."

The coach walked off shaking his head. "Damn," he thought, "the kid really
is good. Here less than a day and he's already sucked me off twice and now
he's sucking the school's bad boy, just like he said he would. I wonder who
else's pants he's gotten into." For an answer, Coach should have checked
with the school bus driver, the assistant principal for discipline, and
Mr. Forbes, the prissy English teacher who didn't like anyone. Tomi had
also introduced himself to the janitor, but that had just been a quickie.

Somehow Tomi managed to talk the leather-clad bad-boy into following him
home. "Home" being the entire penthouse level of a very exclusive
hotel. Tomi was on his back with the somewhat bemused Sharp fucking the
holy bejezes out of his ass when his dad walked into the room.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Son. I didn't know that you had company."

"That's OK, Dad. Sharp is a friend from school."

"Sharp?"

"It's his nickname. Dad."

"Oh. OK! Hi, Sharp. Excuse us for a second if you would be so kind. Tomi,
It's Thursday. Do you want to eat here or go out somewhere?"

"I'd like to eat in tonight, Dad. And could Sharp join us?"

"I thought we agreed that Thursdays would be reserved as a father-son
evening, Son."

"I know, Dad. But I think you'll really like meeting Sharp. Please, Dad?
I'll dance for you if you say yes, Daddy?"

The man laughed and shook his head at how thick his son was laying it on
and the way he was batting his eyes, trying to look innocent. "OK, I have
no problem with a dinner guest. You want hotel food, or should I have
Gerald do one of his things?"

"Ooh! Ask Gerald if he'd pretty please make us some steaks?
Plllllllleaseeeeee. And, can Gerald join us for dinner too?"

Laughing, the older man agreed to ask Gerald to dinner. "Would you like me
to ask Ralph, the doorman, up to dinner as well."

"No, Dad. He's still having trouble with his wife and has to get straight
home after work. But you could close the door as you leave so that Sharp
can finish fucking me. He fucks really good, Dad. You'll have to ask him if
you can watch sometime. Maybe you'll learn something for a change."

Laughing, the man started to leave. "Be careful of him Sharp. He starts
getting to be too much to handle, just put him across your knee and spank
his naked butt until he apologizes and agrees to be a good boy. It's the
only thing that works for me."

"Thanks, Dad! I really needed that help!"

"No problem, Son. Glad to be of assistance." Laughing happily, Tomi's dad
closed the door.

Tomi pinched Sharp's cock with his butt muscles. The nice sized organ had
gone limp, but was still up Tomi's butt.

Sharp blinked. "I can't believe that! Your Dad caught us fucking. Don't you
have a problem with that?"

"No. If you remember, he did apologize for walking in on us. But Thursdays
are usually our father/son days so he didn't think anyone would be here but
me."

"You're weird!"

Not ME! You're kinda strange, but...

"You're the one that's weird! Your Dad catches you getting fucked by
another guy and you don't care?"

"Hang around after dinner and you'll probably see Dad and Gerald fuck me
too. Dad's seen you fucking me, and he's a perfect gentleman, so I'm sure
he won't have a problem letting you watch him. And Gerald does whatever
Daddy says to do. And you're the one who's weird. You've got your cock up
the best piece of ass you'll ever have and all you want to do is talk about
my Dad. You want me to call him back so you can play around with him?"

Sharp swatted Tomi's ass, the crack of the sound filling the room. "You
ready for your spanking?"

Tomi pouted. "You might as well! Your dick sure isn't doing my ass any
good!"

CRACK!!! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! Crack!!!

Sharp held Tomi up by the legs over his shoulders as both of his hands
slapped Tomi's ass really hard, one after the other, pinking up both of
Tomi's asscheeks.

Tomi threw his arms around Sharp's neck and French kissed him madly. Sharp
grabbed him hard and drove his tongue down the boy's sucking throat, his
suddenly resurgent cock plunging just as deeply into the thrashing boys
tight ass. Half a dozen swats later both boys were dripping sweat and
fucking with total abandon. Sharp had never had a piece of ass that turned
him on so much. The fact that it was a guys ass sorta bothered him, but he
was honest enough with himself to admit that no girl had ever given herself
to him as openly and totally as this younger boy was, or as well! Sharp was
a total top. Always in charge of any sexual adventure he embarked upon. But
this kid had been the initiator from the start. Sharp had learned at his
drunken fathers knee that faggots were bad, and yet... This guy wasn't
bad. Just different. His tits were hard and resilient. Not all squishy and
fragile. This guy loved having Sharp work his tits over, not like the girls
who always complained that he was being too rough. His nips, rubbery points
that seemed to love being chewed and mauled, seemed like they just couldn't
get enough action, the kid urging Sharp on instead of demanding that he
stop.

And as far as pussy went, this kid was tighter, hotter and fucked back at
him like never-stop. The kid had a little bitty dink, only about four stiff
inches, but it made Sharp think of a great big clit. One that he could
pinch and twist as hard as he wanted and all that happened was that the kid
under him would scream and get even more wild on his dick, begging ever
louder for Sharp to fuck his brains out. The proud owner of a thick nine
inches of pussy stuffer, for the first time in his life he was really using
the thing to its full potential. The harder he fucked this boy the more the
boy begged to be fucked even harder. Kissing the kid, fingering the kid,
pulling, twisting, stroking, fondling, pinching, spanking. It all had the
same result. The kid responded to his every touch and instruction fully,
happily, completely and with great energy. Sharp had never fucked anyone so
eager to let Sharp prove just how good a stud he really was. Sharp knew he
was being challenged and was doing his very best to prove himself. Tomi was
just going out of his mind and simply didn't care. As long as Sharp wanted
to fuck him like this, the kid was willing to be fucked like this. "You Go,
Sharp!" was his last rational sentence.

Sharp discovered that if he fucked really slow and steady, all the way out,
pause, touch, enter slowly, feeling the quivering ass ring pulse and suck
at his cockhead, feeling the pulling/squeezing/throbbing on his shaft,
feeling the hot liquid guts surging around his fat cockhead, feeling the
boys whole body straining to take him, to accept him, to draw him as deeply
inside as he could reach, his pubic hair crushed into the boys tender ass
and the sensitive corona being grabbed and pulled at by something deep up
inside of the hot boy. Pause, pull back, just as slowly as he had entered,
feeling the ass-ring and the flesh around the kids ass squeezing his cock
shaft, trying to keep him from escaping, trying to keep him in the hot
sheath, trying to feel him, trying to entice his essence. The last
desperate clutching of the boys tight pucker, trying to keep from loosing
the last of the gently rounded nose of his quivering stud-cock. His nine
inches of inflamed ass-punisher. His thick muscle stretcher. His
essence. His manhood. Well, he discovered what it was like to FUCK, instead
of just playing around and having a good time. His small-dicked new buddy
taught Sharp a truth that very few men ever had a chance to learn. How to
let go and BE!

Pause. Touch. Enter Slowly...

Tomi and Sharp got to the point where they were wildly slamming against
each other. Bouncing all over the bed and tearing the sheets up. Each
trying to outdo the other while, contradictory as it might have been,
trying help each other fuck their very best and experience the best fuck of
their lives.

With loud shouts and screams both boys started to orgasm. Sharp had Tomi
down on his shoulders, his ass sticking up in the air with Sharp slam
fucking down into him from above. Tomi was cumming and shooting into his
own mouth while Sharp did his best to ream him a new asshole and fill it
with bubbling hot cum at the same time. Both boys shot like they had never
shot before. Their quivering, sweaty bodies sliding over each others funky
smelling effusions as they collapsed and curled up, clinging together in
the middle of the once neat bed, totally exhausted,
smiling. Dozzzzzzzzzzzzzzing

The boys were woken by Gerald, a fifty's something gentleman who's short
hair was blonde all over his body, which both boys could see and verify for
themselves.

"If you two young gentlemen would please bestir yourselves, dinner is in
twenty minutes, which leaves you time to shower --- but NOT too play
around!"

"Awwww, Gerald!" Tomi said, pulling Sharp closer.

"Twenty minutes, Master Tomi, any later and I throw it to the pigs. Oh, and
your father asked me to remind you that it will be white tie this
evening. Can you outfit your friend?" Gerald asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No problem, Gerald. Now skedaddle so that your bettors can dress without
your blighted assistance."

"Yes, Sir. And a good morrow to you also young sir."

"God! Is he for real?" Sharp asked after Gerald had left.

"Who? Gerald? He's Daddy's bodyguard. That's his main job. But he takes
care of Daddy and me. I love him to pieces. Quite a hunk, isn't he!" Tomi
smiled at Sharp's blush of embarrassment. "He's got two or three black
belts and was the golden gloves champion of the US Navy. You ought to see
him pump iron. He's got muscles to die for. And he can fuck your ass harder
than anyone and loves to suck dick!"

Sharp gave Tomi an, "Should you be saying all this," look and Tomi just
grinned and shrugged before leading Sharp into the huge shower room. "I
don't know about that, and I don't care. But I do know that if we're as
much as a minute late to Gerald's table, all we'll get for dinner will be
scraps and left-overs from last week. He wasn't joking about throwing it to
the pigs."

The boys quickly washed and dried each other and then Tomi had to deal with
a rebellion at his idea of white tie formal attire for dinner. Sharp
refused to believe that a white snap-on towel and a white bowtie on an
elastic band constituted anything that could remotely be called "white-tie
attire". Tomi finally gave him a choice between tie and towel or going nude
and Sharp reluctantly put on the towel and tie.

Sharp felt better though when they entered the dining room and the men were
waiting for them wearing nothing more than white jocks and the same sort of
white bowtie that he and Tomi were wearing.

"Aren't you boys a little overdressed?" Tomi's dad asked.

"No, Daddy. None of my jocks are big enough for Sharp, so instead of having
him hanging out the sides of one of mine I decided to go a little more
dressy." He swirled around. "Cute. Huh?"

Dinner was fun. Gerald and Tomi's dad were great to talk to. They knew the
inside story on most of the things Sharp saw on the TV news reports or read
in the newspapers and Gerald knew a million jokes and limericks, each one
dirtier than the one before, and both boys were still boy enough to be
pleasantly scandalized by a good dirty joke at the dinner table. Tomi had a
coke and Sharp received the beer he asked for, even if he didn't know that
the smooth German Affphelbier had about three times the alcohol any
American beer had.

Sharp woke up VERY hung over in Tomi's bed. Tomi was bright as a cricket
and wanted to know if Sharp wanted to fuck before going to school. Sharp
just mumbled and gave Tomi a dirty look before heading for the bathroom. He
was still trying to wash the nasty taste out of his mouth when Gerald
entered the room and gave him two aspirins, a vitamin B capsule and a glass
of something called "The hair of the dog that bit you." That and a shower
seemed to bring him back to life, at least until he started remembering
stuff about being naked in the living room with Tomi, his dad and
Gerald. He spent all day blocking the memory out and resisted going home
with Tomi until he found out that the men were not likely to be home. His
dick wanted another shot at Tomi, even if Sharp was a sissy, and
insisted. So Sharp ended up spending the night and fucking Tomi's lights
out. Sharp couldn't believe how much better sex was with a guy than it was
with a girl. But he had to admit to himself that Tomi had something that no
girl he'd ever known had. He ENJOYED sex and wanted it just as badly as
Sharp did.

Saturday morning the boys were eating cold cereal when the men came into
the dining room, their dicks glistening wet. "Well. It looks like you boys
are settling into a bit of a love affair. Do your parents know where you're
at Sharp?"

Sharp blushed. "There's just my Dad, Sir. And he's a drunk. He wouldn't
know if I was missing until the cops asked him to come down and identify
the body.

"Well, I don't know about that. But you're welcome in our house
anytime. Ralph knows you by now and I'll get you a key to the elevator
later today.

Sharp settled right in as Tomi's full-time lover. The boys got along great
and Sharp's grades took a sharp upswing. Some guys started to hassle Tomi
one day and Sharp confronted them. "Leave the kid alone Scarface!"

"Aw, he's just a faggot, Sharp!"

"Well, he happens to be the faggot who's dick I'm sucking. You got a
problem with that?"

Scarface was no fool. He'd seen Sharp fighting before. He backed
down. Sharp was surprised at how everyone at school took the news. Some
people gave him dirty looks, sure. But lots of people gave him the high
sign and lots wanted to be his friend. Especially girls! Girls who would
have never talked to him before. Class girls. Good looking girls, not the
sluts he'd been stuck with before. It seemed like every good-looking girl
at school wanted a chance at being the girl that got Sharp to turn straight
again. Sharp and Tomi got in the habit of double dating. Neither minded
doing it with a girl, doing it with a girl could be really, really
good. But getting off together after their date was even better.

One night Sharp admitted to Tomi that Gerald really turned him on. Tomi
just took his hand and lead him to Gerald's room and knocked on the door. A
blurry-eyed old man opened the door. "What?" he asked gruffly.

"Sharp's hot for your bod, Gerald. And he want's to know if he can sleep
with you."

Gerald raised one eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, you know I'm not a bottom
like Tomi, don't you son?"

Suddenly timid, Sharp dropped his head and said, "Yes, Sir. I know."

Gerald though it over and then said. "OK. Let's give it a try." He took
Sharp's hand and then closed the door in Tomi's face. Tomi grinned and ran
down the hallway to his father's room.

The next morning Tomi and his dad met Gerald and Sharp in the dining
room. Sharp was obviously uncomfortable sitting on the hard chair.

Tomi and his dad started laughing and then his dad said, "Tomi. Have some
pity. Go and get Sharp a pillow. You remember what your ass felt like the
first time your grandfather tore it up, don't you?"

Tomi winked at Sharp. Before he ran for a pillow he said, "That's right
Sharp. Gerald's my grandpa. He bet Daddy and me that we couldn't find him a
boy that would love him just for him and not for his money. So, is he your
Daddy now, Sharp?

Sharp just blushed bright red and bowed his head. Gerald cleared his throat
and said, "Yes. He's my boy now and I don't want to hear any shit from
either one of you. You win your bet and I'll give each of you a blowjob
when _I_ feel like it! So don't push your luck."

Tomi hugged Sharp and kissed his cheek. "That's so cool! Now we're
brothers, Sharp!" He ran off to get Sharp a pillow. When he came back the
three men were standing, looking at him. Three dicks looked up, raising
their heads and pointing their single eyes right at him.

"Oh, he's not your brother, Tomi!" said Grandpa Gerald.

"That's right, Tomi. Sharp is MY brother. He's your UNCLE!"

Tomi looked from on big dick to the other and the other. As he turned and
ran to his bedroom just ahead of the three lusty dicks he whined, "THAT'S
NOT FAIR!"

"Daaaaaddd!"

Drop curtain. End of scene. Sounds of three hands hitting a youthful ass
and male laughter going off stage to join the larger world outside.


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