Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 19:27:14 -0600 From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com> Subject: Rascal Part 15 Rascal Part Fifteen Guilt and Guile (M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest) This is a continuing story. Constructive criticism is welcome, at zestful@myexcel.com. Please mention the title in the Subject line or I might delete it by accident, thinking it's spam. Hearing from you and NEW readers will help keep alive the desire to continue this tale. --Dick Hickey. If you're not old enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence. Rascal Part Fifteen Guilt and Guile When I awoke the next morning, Rascal's new friend Jamie from Disount Drugs, wasn't in bed. Ryan was on his back--hard-on in hand-- but still asleep. A glance at the closed bathroom door caused me to think Jamie was in there. A quick check of the clock let me know it was far too early to be awake on my day off. Even so, I was eager to check on my other guests, Jason and Tyler, too, so I got out of bed. I walked across the hall to piss, opting to brush my teeth after Jamie got done. As I finished pissing, I figured I'd check on Jason and Tyler in the living room. Jason was on his right side with his left leg stretched out along the back of the sofa. His right leg was angled at his hip and bent at the knee to form a protective lagoon around the sleeping Tyler --kind of like a backward lower case 'h.' A peaceful smile, like he was enjoying a good dream, made Jason look angelic. The sheet I so carefully covered them with the night before was in a heap on the floor. Both bodies, in repose, were totally nude. Tyler was on his left side facing the back of the sofa with his back snuggled along Jason's calf. Jason's right heel nudged Tyler's tailbone like it was trying to deter him from rolling off the sofa cushion. Tyler was using Jason's thigh for a pillow and had his dad's soft dick in his mouth. I thought, 'What a great pacifier that makes for an adolescent boy.' I started to bone up just looking at the tableau of serenity before me. I jumped when I heard a whisper in my right ear. "Beautiful, aren't they?" Then Jamie casually wrapped his arms around my waist and fondled my nuts with his left hand and my cock with his right. "Any chance I'm gonna get this up my ass anytime today?" "If Rascal's willing to share. He seemed to have a monopoly on it last night." "Well," Jamie said, nuzzling his hard-on upward to lodge between my butt cheeks, "I gotta admit, he has a way of making his partner feel like the only other one in the room--even with five of us in the room." "More like, five of us in the bed," I whispered. "Let's go check on Ryan and let these two sleep. Whaddya say?" Releasing my nuts but keeping a firm grip on my cock, Jamie silently led me back to the bedroom. "I've gotta brush my teeth before we do anything," I said. Jamie led me, by my cock, into the bathroom and stood behind me while I brushed. Again, he had his hard-on pressed against me. This time, it wormed its way through my thighs to poke at the back of my balls. I always liked the feel of a cock head gently rubbing that soft tissue there. Every once in a while, his cock rim tantalizingly brushed across my asshole. "I have guest toothbrushes in the other bathroom, if you want." "Yeah, that would be nice. I think my breath could wake Ryan up from across the room." I followed Jamie to the other bathroom--once he let go of my cock --and admired his butt along the way. My hard-on jerked at the thought of fucking him. I removed the cellophane from a new toothbrush and handed it to Jamie. As he brushed his teeth, I asked. "Want to suck Ryan awake while I fuck you?" "Mmm hmmm," Jamie said, around a mouthful of toothbrush and toothpaste. His eyes brightened at the thought. "I hope we don't run out of condoms. I'm not used to five guys at one time draining my supply. Hey, do you suppose your pharmacy would deliver?" After spitting and rinsing, Jamie said, "I'd rather not find out on a day I phoned in sick. But I thought we got that settled last night. I know all you guys must be safe, since you all fuck around together. But, even though I know I'm clean, you guys can't be sure about me." "Ryan's dad insists." "Me, too!" Jamie said. "That's why I'm okay with only me using rubbers. I'm guessing that would be okay. Right?" "You sure?" "I know you and Jason would never do anything to endanger Tyler and Ryan. You're just to careful around them--always watching to see what they're doing and what's being done to them." "Wouldn't you?" "Ryan just has a way of making you WANT to protect him, doesn't he?" Jamie said. "I just wonder about his dad. I mean ... does his dad know about all the stuff he's doin'?" "Sometimes he knows beforehand but Ryan always talks to his dad afterwards." "Really? Oh my god! He doesn't mention names or ... what we did or anything, does he?" Jamie's reflection in the mirror allowed me to watch his cock deflate suddenly. "By this time tomorrow, Ryan's dad will know what your elementary school grades were ... and everything else since." I grabbed his crank and said, "Don't worry. I'll put in a good word for you--if your ass is as good as Ryan says it is. Let's go wake up Rascal." Because Ryan was in the middle of the bed, I positioned Jamie, doggy-style, over Ryan's crotch so I could stand at the end of the bed and fuck Jamie. "How about if I ease in before you start sucking. I don't want you to bite him by mistake." "Just take it easy. Like I say, I'm not usually a bottom, but Ryan was pretty persuasive last night." "He's that way all the time. But if you're really a top, how come you want me to fuck you?" "Every guy I've been with has been my size or smaller--cock wise. When I saw Ryan taking yours up the ass last night, I wondered if I could accommodate one that size, too." "Trying to say you want to prove you're as much of a man as Ryan?" "That ... and your cock just looks so ... like I ... oh, just fuck me with it. I'll figure all this out later." I eased in. Once I was all the way in, Jamie leaned down and, after easing Ryan's hand away, began sucking his morning woody. Shortly after that, Ryan began to squirm lazily. "Ummm," he said sleepily. Opening his eyes, he saw me standing behind Jamie. He looked down at Jamie sucking his cock and said, "God! He's good at both ends." "Now that I've had a chance to find out for myself, I'd have to agree." "Hey, Jamie, what would you say to serving me breakfast in bed?" Before Jamie could interrupt his cocksucking to answer, I said, "Ryan wants to 69." From deep in his throat, an "Ummm" of approval moaned from Jamie's cock-filled mouth. Ryan squirmed around, keeping his pecker in Jamie's mouth the whole time, until he was positioned under Jamie's crotch. I heard Ryan begin sucking Jamie. Then I felt Ryan's fingertips apply a featherlike touch on my balls as they swung back and forth between Jamie's thighs. Just about then, Jamie gagged slightly as Ryan's hips arched upward. I recognized it as an involuntary reaction to getting a superb knobjob, not a deliberate move. "Sorry about that," I said. "It's Ryan's way of saying you're doing a great job. He accidentally does that to me, too." "Ummm," Jamie moaned. "Sowwy," Ryan said, reluctant to remove Jamie's cock from his mouth. Once the two of them got into a comfortable rhythm, I was able to enjoy the warm recesses of Jamie's ass tunnel. From what he'd said, I was sure the head of my cock was exploring uncharted territory--and it felt like it. If I didn't know better, I'd swear his intestines were sending out tentacles to explore its foreign invader. I know it was tighter than most guys I'd fucked--Ryan being the exception. Every once in a while, probably when Ryan's tongue was teasing an especially sensitive part of Jamie's cock, Jamie's asshole would clench even tighter. Otherwise, I used smooth in and out motions, occasionally stabbing his butt nutt. Each time I'd strike it, his asshole would grip my cock momentarily and then I'd hear Ryan moan. I figured I was forcing Jamie to flex his cock in Ryan's mouth and possibly leak another droplet of pre-cum. I was using long lazy strokes, wanting to make the fuck last as long as I could but I heard Ryan start to grunt. I knew that sound all too well. "Jamie, Ryan's getting close. If you don't want to take his blow, let it squirt on your chest and I'll lick it off later." "Not if I get there first," Jason said. I turned to see Jason waddle in, holding an inverted Tyler around the waist. Tyler still had his dad's pecker in his mouth--only now, it was hard. Then, Jason sucked his son's cock into his mouth and sat on the end of the bed to watch me fuck Jamie. "Awwwh!" Ryan wailed around Jamie's cock as he began to spurt. Several "unnghs" and "ahhhs" later, Ryan collapsed from exhaustion. Even so, his mouth kept milking Jamie's cock. "Hey, Rascal, I don't want Jamie to cum yet. Is that okay with you?" I asked. "Why not?" Jamie groaned. "I have big plans for you." Ryan slid out from under Jamie. "Me, too?" Ryan asked. "Especially you. But it's a surprise. Go brush your teeth and as soon as you can get that monster of yours up again, I'll tell you all about it." "Hey, Tyler," Jason said, "I don't think I can fit under there. You want to suck Jamie for a while?" Tyler still upside down in his dad's lap, said, "I want your cum, Dad." "Later. But for now, why don't you help out Spunky and suck Jamie for him," Jason said. "It always feels better when you're getting fucked if you're being sucked, too," Jamie said breathily. "Especially when you're being fucked by something that big, I bet," Tyler said. "You promise I can have your first cum load, Dad?" "Cross my heart, son," Jason said. Once Tyler was in the 69 position with Jamie, Jason stood on the bed and offered me his cock. "Thought you could keep breakfast warm for Tyler until Ryan gets back." I sucked Jason willingly. Ever since that afternoon at the Country Club, I'd thought about it often. There's just something about a grown man's cock that I find so satisfying. Jamie, at nineteen or twenty, was okay but Lyle and Jason offered something else--maturity, maybe. It's exciting and I suppose, flattering to fuck around with young teens like Ryan and even Tyler--something I never thought I'd admit to--but age has its benefits, too--not better, necessarily, just different. "I'm ready!" Ryan shouted, bounding into the room, erection pointing skyward. "Did you pee?" "While I was brushing my teeth." "That's not a piss hard-on?" I asked accusingly. "NO! You know I get excited about surprises. Hey, Jason, let me have some." Jason twisted his hips in Ryan's direction but continued to straddle Jamie and Tyler who were laid out underneath him. As Ryan deep-throated Jason on the first plunge, I said, "Rascal, how would you like to fuck Jamie while I'm fuckin' him, too." "What!" Jamie sputtered, spitting Tyler's dick out. "Wait a minute. I didn't agree to any gangbang." "I thought you wanted to prove to Ryan how manly you are." "Getting fucked by you is manly enough for now," Jamie said. "I'll do it," Tyler said, scooting out from under Jamie. "Only it's gotta be Dad and me." "You guys are startin' to scare me," Jamie said. "Calm down," I said, reassuringly. "We're not gonna rape you. I just thought you'd like to give Ryan something to jack off to on those long lonely nights when you can't be with him." "That's okay, Uncle Dickey. Yesterday, I thought I had him pegged as a player but I can't be right ALL the time. I can see he's not as turned on about ME as much as I am about him." "Hey, that's not fair! I think you're terrific. I even told Dick that this morning." "Yeah, sure, that's why you couldn't wait to get his much-bigger dick up your ass," Ryan said sullenly. "I guess mine's just a toy to guys like you. I'm sorry I wasted your time." Without Jamie seeing, Ryan smiled and winked at me as he headed out. "C'mon Tyler, let's go in the living room and play in the sandbox." "What sandbox?" Tyler asked, bewildered. With a stern look and a jerk of my head toward the bedroom door, I encouraged Tyler to follow Ryan. "Uh, maybe I should go, too," Jason said. "No, let him sulk. He's got to learn he's not God's gift to every man. "It's not that!" Jamie said, squeezing his asshole muscle around my dick. "It's just ... well, you've got me stretched pretty tight right now, as it is." "You'd be amazed at what the body can endure, but you're right, Ryan's got to understand he can't have his way ALL the time." I started a sensuous in and out motion again, reminding Jamie of how good it felt to be fucked by a big dick. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have even suggested it without talking it over with you first." Our little group is so open to new suggestions, sometimes I forget I can't expect other to be so willing. I deliberately knocked at Jamie's prostate on every second or third thrust to keep giving him the feeling like he needed to cum. Jamie's body quivered each time I struck his butt nutt. He hung his head like he had no energy left to support it. "Oh, God, that feels good. Seriously, I never knew being fucked could feel this great." "Yeah, it does have its benefits, huh?" "I know I love it," Jason said. "I really think I like being fucked more than I like fucking--another guy, I mean. I can fuck my wife and I love that. Last night was my first time but I've already realized that getting fucked is like, I don't know, a part of my life I was missing out on for a long time." "I like it, too," Jamie sighed. "Especially fucking. And I gotta admit, being fucked by you, Spunky, is ... well, more enjoyable than I thought it would be. But both of you. I don't know. That's just too damn scary." I pulled my cock out slowly until just the head was inside. I didn't shove it back in. "I guess I should go apologize to Ryan. He's a good kid. He'll understand. In the meantime, uh ... Jason, would you and Jamie want to rustle up some breakfast?" "Sure. I know where everything is." I pulled out and started to leave. Then I stopped and said, "Uh, want me to send Tyler in to jack you off or ...?" "I can help him out," Jason said. "No, that's okay," Jamie said, flopping his soft but pre-cum dripping cock. "I'm kinda out of the mood right now, anyway." "Didn't mean to spoil the mood," I said. "Let's eat. Once our bellies are full, maybe we'll all feel better." "The one nice thing about Ryan is, he doesn't hold a grudge. He reasons things out and he's willing to admit he has some faulty logic once in a while," Jason said. "That's true," I said. "C'mon." "I'll be right there. I just need to ... uh, freshen up," Jamie said, trying to look over his shoulder at his butt. Jason followed me into the living room. "Ryan explained," Tyler said devilishly. Looking past me to scope out the empty hall, Ryan asked, "Do you think it worked?" "The guilt trip, you mean? We'll see. Let's let him think about it during breakfast. Besides, it's not like we can't have fun in other ways, right?" "Right," Ryan said, "but both of us fuckin' a guy up the butt would be way kewl, wouldn't it?" "There's always Dad," Tyler said. "Hey!" Jason said, "I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet." "You always tell me you'll never know until you try," Tyler said. "You've been hanging around Rascal too long. You're beginning to think just like him." The two teens high-fived as we all headed to the kitchen. When Jamie walked in, Ryan said as if nothing had happened, "Hey, Jamie, scrambled okay? I don't have much luck when it comes to egg yolks." "Sure, that's fine." By the time Ryan was done, he had two dozen eggs cooking in the electric skillet. "Juice or milk--or both?" Tyler asked. "Uh, milk, I guess." "We've got Orange or Tomato. Don't be shy," I said. "I'm having Tomato juice and milk," Jason said. "Hey, Jamie, could you come over here for a second?" Ryan asked. When Jamie got close, Ryan said, "Thanks for the wake-up suck. It was great. And I haven't forgotten you haven't cum yet but Uncle Dickey thinks breakfast is more important. I'll suck you as soon as we get done." "That's okay," Jamie said shyly. "I'm serious. I gotta get you off so you can start building up for the rest of the day. You phoned in sick, remember?" "How could I forget with that little trick you played on me." "That wasn't a trick. Honest. But at least when you told her you had the runnin' shits, you weren't telling a lie." We all ate breakfast like we hadn't eaten in a week. Ryan even toasted another half-loaf of bread and made a scrambled egg sandwich for each of us. Naturally, it was messy to eat but we all chuckled and giggled watching each other as we tried to consume the impossible creation. When he saw it wasn't going to work, Tyler jumped up, grabbed the ketchup out of the fridge, lifted the top slice of toast and squirted the ketchup over the eggs. It helped hold the sandwich filling together long enough to eat it, so we all fixed ours that way, too. Looking at the kitchen clock, Jason said, "Oh, shit! I better phone Sherita." He grabbed his cell phone off the end table in the living room and sat in the chair as he pressed speed-dial. "Hi, honey, how's Taylor?" Of course, we couldn't hear what Sherita was telling him but from the time it took, it must have been a minute-by-minute description. Jason was very patient as he listened. "I gotta pee," Tyler said. We all waved a silent acknowledgment. "How did you make out? Did you get any sleep?" Jason asked. Again we listened to a period of silence. We knew we'd get a greatly abbreviated version of everything once Jason got off the phone. Tyler returned, knelt in front of his dad, forced Jason's knees apart and began sucking him. Jason's eyes rolled back in his head from the wonderful feeling. "I'm fine. I called Dick after I left the hospital and he said Tyler was worried about Taylor." Jason ran his hand gently through Tyler's hair, but did nothing to stop his son from sucking him. "Dick suggested I stop by to reassure Tyler and I ended up staying here last night." There was another brief pause while Sherita said something. "Yeah, it was for the best. Tyler and I slept on the couch because Ryan had a friend over." As Sherita said something, Jason began to deluge Tyler's mouth with cum. With a quick glance in our direction, Tyler opened his mouth so we could watch Jason's splooge spurt into it. "Yeah," Jason said, breathily. "I can do that. But first, Tyler wants to talk to you." Tyler just about choked when he tried to quickly swallow the mouthful of cum sticking to his tongue. Gasping, he said, "Mom? Is Taylor gonna be okay?" His concern for his own safety made it sound like he was truly concerned for Taylor's health. He stood up, probably hoping gravity would help drain the cum down his throat so he could talk. Jason smiled evilly at his son as if to say, 'Paybacks, for sucking me while I'm talking to your mother on the phone, are a bitch,' or, more simply, 'Gotcha!' "Spunky says he'll let me stay here today. That way, you can stay home by yourself and get some sleep." Tyler smiled at his own ingenious scheme of deception, just before his jaw dropped from surprise. Jason began sucking his son. "Dad ... uuuhhh uuuhhh uuhhhh," Tyler stuttered deep in his throat, "phoned in sick because he didn't know if he'd be needed at the hospital today." Tyler's body jerked and trembled as he listened to his mom while his dad continued to suck him. "So, Taylor has to stay another day? How come?" While Sherita talked, Tyler held his dad's head close to his groin with one hand and humped his hips as fast as he could. Jason gagged, probably because Tyler's indiscriminate thrusts poked the soft palate in Jason's mouth. A silent wail tried to escape Tyler's throat as he unloaded his first blowjob-induced load--EVER--into his father's mouth. I saw tears of joy trail from both Jason's and Tyler's eyes. "Okay, I'll tell him ... huuungggh," Tyler said as another tremor shuddered through his body. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said brightly. "'Bye." He flipped the cell phone closed and said, "You're gonna get it, big guy." "Ungh uh," Jason said with a mouthful of his son's cum. "Ooo awhr." They kissed passionately, while Tyler tongued his dad's mouth greedily. From the looks of the two, Jason tongued some of it back into his own mouth so he got a good taste of his son's jism. "Oh, man, that's the best!" Tyler moaned. "Cum in your dad's mouth and then kiss it out. Wow!" He gave his dad a quick kiss out of appreciation. "Tell me what?" Jason asked. "Mom said, 'Since you already got some sleep, all you'd do is toss and turn and keep her awake, so you could come back over here and stay with me after you drop her off at home." Then with a sneer, he added, "She probably just wants to pray." "Well, for Taylor's sake, let's hope it works. In fact, maybe you could pray for her while I go take your mom home. How about that?" "Yeah, that would be okay. I don't want anything bad to happen to Taylor." "I know you don't. You're a good brother." "None of us do," I said. "I shouldn't be gone more than an hour," Jason said. "I'll be waiting," Tyler said, flopping his cock salaciously. "Me, too," Ryan said, stroking his ever-present hard-on. "Me, too," Jamie said, shyly. "Uh, I'd like to get another taste of that cock myself ... if Tyler doesn't mind." Then I said, "What can I say? You know I've got the hots for ya, Jason." "I'll make it a half-hour." "I'd rather you drive safely. I wouldn't want you to get in an accident and get back here with important pieces missing." I gripped his cock and a thick pearl of post-orgasm cum oozed out on my palm. I lifted the drop to my tongue. "Ummm." "I don't want any of you to cum until I get back," Jason warned as he headed to the bedroom to get dressed. While he was gone, Ryan, Jamie, Tyler and I took our showers. I insisted they do it separately and as quickly as possible so we wouldn't run out of hot water. Before I got in the shower, I told them to each sit at least six feet apart and to stay there. I even left the water running when I was done so I could go spy on them. They were sitting apart. Dripping wet, I hurried back to turn off the water and grab a towel. As I walked down the hall toweling off, I said, "Okay, let's rinse these dishes and I'll run the dishwasher later, after the water heater recovers. I don't feel like hand washing 'em today." The job was done quickly and the four of us engaged in small talk until Jason returned. After getting undressed and showering, Jason joined us in the living room. Tyler sat in his dad's lap. It was like a bond had formed that made them want to be together all the time. Ryan kept the conversation hopping from one topic to another until Tyler got a thoughtful look on his face. "Dad, would you ever do this sort of thing with Taylor? You know, the stuff that wouldn't cause uh ..." "Pregnancy?" "Yeah." "You'll only find out if SHE tells you. I'll never tell you." After another thoughtful moment, Tyler said, "Oh, I get it. You're not gonna tell her about us, either." "If I were you," Ryan said, "before I told her ANYthing, I'd think long and hard about what could happen if she found out." "Whaddya mean?" "I don't know her that well, yet, but ... if she's like most people, as soon as she gets mad at you, she'll threaten to reveal your secrets if you don't do what she asks." "Or demands," I said, recalling some situations Kevin had put me in after I got out of prison. "All the more reason for the 'Don't kiss and tell' rule," Jason said. "I'll second that," Jamie said. "I mean, fuckin' around with you guys has been great but you're jailbait and I don't want to go to jail." "We wouldn't turn you in," Tyler said. "No but if you piss your sister off sometime in the future, SHE could " Jamie said. "Oh, yeah," Tyler said thoughtfully. The look on his face made me think he was going to think long and hard before revealing any secrets to his sister, anymore. "Your secret's safe with us," Ryan said. "Right, Ty?" "Yeah, safe," Tyler said authoritatively. "That's what those priests in the news the other day thought. But twenty years later, the kids they had sex with turned 'em in." "Yeah, what's up with that?" Ryan asked. "I bet they enjoyed it when it was happening. I realize SOME of the guys didn't want to do it but I bet the ones who are complaining the loudest are the ones who enjoyed it the most." "I know one of the guys who talked to the press," I said. "In the article, he swears he was molested but when he and I were gettin' it on, he sure as hell didn't have any emotions of guilt. He was willing to do anything and everything--even a three-way. But when I read the newspaper article, he said he'd been suffering for years from the psychological devastation inflicted on him. I was all alone when I read it but I laughed out loud anyway. What a con artist! I'm thinkin' he only 'came forth' hoping to cash in on some monetary settlement." "That's kinda what I was saying," Ryan said. "It's my understanding that all the money you read about in the papers actually goes to shrinks and counselors to help the 'victims,' not actual pay-outs to them--you know, that they could spend to buy a car or a boat or something." "There was another guy I met in a bar," I said. "I took him home, and just after he cummed, he started crying. I tried to comfort him but he put on his pants, grabbed his other clothes and ran out, still crying. Hell, I'm the one who should have been crying. I hadn't cum yet. But he's the kind of unsuspecting guy who could be scarred for life by a pedophile priest or a camp counselor." "Mine was a Boy Scout leader," Jamie said. "Did you approach him or did he approach you?" I asked. "I think it was kinda mutual. We were talkin' about how to tie knots and build fires and stuff and the next thing I knew, we were makin' out. It was a couple of weeks later before we got around to suckin' but, again, I think we both wanted it." "Were there any other scouts you knew of who played around with him?" I asked. "None. In fact, a couple of years later, I asked my best friend Tony if he knew whether the scoutmaster was gay or not. By then, Tony knew about me being gay. He said, 'The scout master is straight, so don't EVEN try to convert him.' I had to smile when he said it, 'cuz he was so positive the guy was straight." "Maybe he was--except around you," I said. "I guess I was lucky," Ryan said with a devilish grin. "I got my education at school." "A teacher?" Tyler yelped. Then looking at his dad, he said, "How come I can't go to a progressive school like that?" "Tyler," I said, "You go to a Catholic school! Priests ... altar boys ..." "I'm an altar boy," Tyler said defensively. "Then quit looking at your hymnal and make eye contact with the priests. The ones that are interested will let you know," Ryan said. "My math teacher did. Then once I knew what I was doing, I was able to seduce my uncle." Everyone looked at me. "No, it was another uncle," I said. "But I thought HE was the first." "Nope, the other way around." "Does your dad know this?" "Yep. Mom doesn't but Daddy does. She'd have pulled me out of school if she'd have known and had me home-schooled somewhere. I never would have gotten an education." Speaking of which, school starts the end of the month, doesn't it?" "Yeah," Ryan and Tyler said gloomily and at the same time. "Y'know what?" Ryan said with more enthusiasm, "I've been thinkin' and ..." Jason, Tyler and I groaned which elicited a smile from Jamie. Undaunted, Ryan continued. "I want to try takin' Jason and Tyler up the ass at the same time. "Let's go to the bedroom," I said, knowing Ryan would have his way--no matter what--once he'd set his mind to it. "Why not here?" Ryan asked. "It's easier on the back and the knees if you're on a mattress. And before you ask, I know what I'm talking about." Ryan had that expression on his face that he gets when he's ashamed about bringing up my prison past. "Let's go," he said. Then turning to Jamie, he said, "You can watch and take notes." I had Jason lie on his back and had Ryan sit on his cock, facing his feet. "Oh, yeah, that's good," Ryan crooned as he slid Jason's cock up his ass. "Now I lean back, right?" "Yeah, now, Tyler ..." "This ain't rocket surgery," Tyler said deliberately mixing his metaphors like he enjoys doing. "I got this figured out." "Just go slow. I know Ryan's the biggest asshole you'll ever meet but even assholes deserve respect." The humor helped relax the tension a little and Tyler slipped in with a minimal amount of resistence. "Good boy," I encouraged. "Keep going. You're almost there." Then, just to fuck with Ryan's mind, I said, "Just four more inches." "WHAT!" Ryan shouted, his stomach jerking spasmotically. It was only about a half-inch but I could see Ryan was getting that 'full' feeling. His jaw was clenching and relaxing as he breathed in and out through his teeth. "You okay?" I asked sincerely. "You know the rules." "Yeah," Tyler said, "you gotta tell me if it hurts." "Aaahhh, shit that feels good, Keep going, Ty. I'm fine. It's just so fuckin' ... ungh ... move in and out. Yeah, like that." I saw Ryan relax as his sphincter accommodated the push and pull movements. "Kiss me, you sexy fucker," Ryan said. Tyler kissed Ryan and, when Jason lifted his head around Ryan's neck for a kiss, Tyler leaned in further to kiss his dad. That shoved the rest of Tyler's cock into Ryan's hole. "Oh, yeah! That's it!" Ryan groaned, wide-eyed. "That's what I needed. Oh my god, man! Your cock is so tight against my prostate ... oh fuck! No! Don't fuck! Keep your cock right where it is. Jason, can you move at all?" Jason humped his hips and was successful in getting a three- or four-inch stroke going. Glassy-eyed, Ryan said, "Uncle Dicky, did you REALLY get screwed by two adult-sized cocks?" "Yep," I bragged as Jamie moved in front of me and, still standing, placed my hard-on at the entrance of his love canal. With a simple thrust, I was in. "I can't imagine how it felt," Ryan said. "I mean, this feels great. Full but tight. Two man-sized cocks, though. I don't know. Don't get me wrong, Ty. Your cock, right now, feels like a man-sized cock. Can you feel your dad's cock sliding along your cum tube? Hey! Dude! You've fucked me a lot once you learned how, but you're gonna cum up my ass for the first time! You know, actually CUM!" "You always said your first fuck should be special--and mine was! Now my first load up your ass is gonna be all over my dad's big boner, too!" As Jason continued thrusting, I saw Ryan's cock was leaking pre-cum--something he didn't do easily. I was sure it was from Tyler's cock putting so much pressure on Ryan's prostate. "You're leaking, Ryan," I said. Again, with a look of surprise, Ryan looked at his own cock. Quite often, guys go soft when they're being fucked but Ryan wasn't one of them. "I'm gonna cum ..." Tyler whined. He wasn't able to keep his hips still and Tyler fucked IN as his dad was pulling OUT and vice- versa until Tyler shot his load up Ryan's butt. Jamie was humping back at me as I humped forward into him. His butt muscles were gnawing on my dick like his ass had the munchies. I reached around in front and grabbed his boner. It was leaking profusely. When Tyler's shudders ceased, I pulled out of Jamie, handing him a condom. I helped lift Tyler's almost lifeless body off Ryan, easing the weight burden Jason was having to endure. "Oh, man, that's some slick juice, son," Jason moaned. "I felt every spurt of it. I'm so proud of you." Tyler smiled weakly but proudly. "Ryan?" I asked. "Yeah." Ryan groaned erotically. "Did you forget you've got a guest you're supposed to be hosting?" Through half-closed eyelids, Ryan looked at Jamie. "Oh, yeah, hi, dude." "Don't you think you should offer HIM a fuck, too? After all, we've use HIS ass ever since he got here." "You don't mean ..." Ryan said, suddenly wide-eyed. "Step right up, Jamie," I said. "Tyler's got him loosened up for you and well-lubricated, too, it appears." "Are you sure? I don't want ..." "Go on. He won't break," I assured him. Ryan had enough time to think about it and welcomed Jamie with sultry eyes. "Go slow, Dude, but I really want this." "Really!" Jamie asked surprised. "Let's do it before Jason loses his hard-on." "No chance of that," Jason said. "Just thinking about what I'm doin' is keeping me harder'n a brick." Between the lubricated condom and Tyler's cum load, Jamie slid in with surprising ease. "This is the tightest fuckin' hole I've ever been in." "Tell me about it," Jason grunted. "Your cock sliding up my cum tube is just about to make me cum." "Stop!" Ryan shouted. "I don't want Jason to cum yet." "Jeeze, Dude! You scared the crap out of me! I thought I hurt you." "Okay, go ahead," Jason said. "I'm okay, now." "Okay?" Jamie asked Ryan. I swatted Jamie's ass causing him to lurch forward. "Asshole!" Ryan shouted at me. "Get used to the pain, 'cuz I'm next." Even Tyler roused from his post-orgam stupor to shout, "What!" right along with everyone else. "Your dad SAID you've got to experience everything," I said, defensively. Trying to coordinate the two fucking motions caused Jamie to keep falling out. Although Ryan seemed to enjoy each re-insertion, I knew he was going to need to rest shortly, so I suggested Jamie and Jason take turns staying in place. I knew that while one moved, the other one would feel like he was getting jacked off. It wasn't long after they started this assault that Jason shot his load. Feeling the warm sperm gushing around his sensitive cock head caused Jamie to cum shorty thereafter. "I've NEVER had an experience like that before," Jamie said. "Me, either!" Ryan shouted. "You think I'm some kind of slut?" "Let's see ..." Jamie said, counting on his fingers, "... Jason, Tyler, me ... and Dick standing in the wings ... no, I wouldn't say you're a slut. Of course, I wouldn't say you were sex-starved, either." "Or sex-deprived for that matter," Jason said. "Which one's gonna make room for Uncle Dickey?" Ryan asked. "Not tonight, Rascal," I said. Even with two cocks sretching him, I could seeing his butt hole was getting puffy. "I've decided to make it special for you." Warily, Ryan asked, "Special, how?" "It'll be me ... and ... your dad." "Yeah! Okay ... I'll GLADLY wait for that!" Ryan said. "But I really do have to cum. Right now." He grabbed his cock and within three strokes, he was shooting all over himself. As Jamie and Tyler began licking it off, Jason scooped his portion up with his fingers. Jamie eased out of Ryan and then Ryan rolled off Jason, allowing his cock to slowly pop out. "I'll take mine the traditional way," I said. Ryan rolled over, got up on his knees and I rimmed his batterd hole. I used gentle tongue strokes to help pamper the puffy tissue. Once I got a taste of Jason's and Tyler's combined mixture, I said, "As soon as we get you tested, Jamie, I wanna taste your young spunk, too." "I'll be at the health clinc first thing in the morning." "Don't bother. Lyle keeps a lab on retainer." "Jeeze, Ryan, you have to have that many guys tested?" Jamie asked. "No," I said in Ryan's defense, "but in Lyle's line of work, HE does." "Oh, good. There for a second, I thought I was just another notch in the ol' bedpost. I thought I might have been defending a ..." "A slut?" Ryan asked. "If it makes you feel any better, there are times I feel like a slut." "Really?" Jamie said with genuine concern for having hurt Ryan's feelings. "Yeah," Ryan said, sprightly, "then I cum and I get over it." Jamie rolled his eyes at having been HAD by a fifteen-year-old. We rested quietly for a while before Jason decided it was time to check in on Taylor at the hospital. Tyler insisted on going to see his sister, so they left. Jamie thanked Ryan for choosing him as a sexual conquest and said he needed to get home, too. I let Ryan drive as we dropped his new friend off, both promising to get together again. I even told Jamie it was okay to visit if he wanted and gave him my phone number. On the drive home after dropping Rascal off, I realized he'd be back in school by the time I saw him again. School began before we winterized and closed the cabin up north. The strength and flexibility training classes Lyle enrolled Ryan in, bulked him up just enough that he decided to try out for wrestling. Of course, that was only after Jamie convinced Ryan that football was too brutal for him. Lyle and I, together, spoke to the coach who promised to keep Ryan safe from injury until he learned the basic wrestling holds. A couple of weeks later, as I was driving in the parking lot of the supermarket, I saw Coach coming out of the store. Throwing caution to the wind, I called him over to my car. "Hi, Mr. Hickey. How's things?" "It's Dick." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Coach said, almost blushing from embarrassment for having asked. "No. My NAME is Dick, not my life. Although sometimes ..." "I'm so sorry," Coach apologized. "Hey, with a name like Dick Hickey, I get a lot of ribbing." Then I sucked on my arm like I was giving myself a hickey. "Yeah, I can imagine." "Coach," I said, "I've got a rather unconventional request. I have a theory and I was wondering if you'd consider performing an experiment with some of your athletes." "I won't consider anything that involves drugs, alcohol, or getting them in trouble with the law in any way." "It's not that kind of request. You know, Ryan is ..." "Unlike most other boys? Yes. But I don't make judgments about people's ..." "People's what?" I asked, casting the hook, trying to find out if he knew Ryan was gay. "Lifestyles ... uh, personal choices." "And you know I'm ..." "Uh, more than just an uncle? Yeah. Ryan made that ... perfectly clear." "The reason I'm dancing around this issue is because we've--his dad and I--we've taught him not to ... get other people in trouble by revealing ..." "Well, let me just say, Ryan and I have similar interests. When I first met him, I knew he was special and it took me almost a year to get him to open up to me." "Are we talking about the same Ryan?" I asked. With a chuckle, Coach said, "You met Ryan right about the time I made my breakthrough--well, HE made the breakthrough." "That was the being-nude-in-front-of-others thing?" "Yeah, that and the fear-of-heights thing." "Did he ever ... you and he ...?" "Once or twice," Coach said. "It would have been more if he'd had HIS way but luckily for me, you came along. So what's this theory?" "It's my belief that high school boys spend so much time thinking about sex that their grades suffer." "I've thought that for years. That's why I push them to their physical limits during gym class so they're too tired to get ..." "...it up?" Coach winked and made a clicking sound. "If these guys, the athletes...were sexually gratified before going to class, I think they would be able to focus better on what's being taught." "They'd have to be ... gratified three times a day ... or more," Coach chuckled. "To begin with, probably, but that's the beauty of this theory. Once they know they can get their problem taken care of just about any time they want, then they'll be more willing to think about learning and less about ..." "Gettin' laid?" "Exactly." "So how do you propose we test this theory of yours?" "First of all, I don't want you to reveal any names or anything to me ... stuff that would get anyone in trouble. But ... if you know of a couple of athletes who would actually benefit from the process AND you know a couple of guys like Ryan ... well, we could test the theory." "I'm not sure the guys who could benefit from it would be willing to ... uh ... switch hit, so to speak," Coach said. "They don't have to know. In fact, it would be best if neither participant knew who the other one was. That way, there wouldn't be any ... blackmail potential or the chance of one student getting special attention over another or anything like that." "I see what you mean. But usually, in these kinds of tests, there's always one who gets the placebo, the fake pill." "For my theory to work, all we have to show is marked improvement in the athletes' grades. Basically, the one not getting his rocks off is the placebo patient." "Yeah, Right now, the guys that first come to mind are C students. If the students getting special treatment bring their grades up, then the test is a success." "There are, of course, variables. Some athletes won't be able to improve their math or science skills but they might improve their history or English grades," I said. "and there might be a student whose home life isn't conducive to studying, so his grades might not improve, but we can evaluate that on an individual basis." "It's an exciting concept," Coach said. "I don't want you to do anything that will get you in trouble," I said. "You'd have to be one-hundred percent sure about the students' willingness to participate." "That's not a problem. I've already got several in mind. It's the venues I'm more concerned about. It's got to be a place that is not only accessible but also secure." "Absolutely," I said. "Both ... participants need to know they won't get caught." "Let me think about it," Coach said. "Talk it over with Ryan, too. He might be able to give you some suggestions." "I don't doubt that in the least," Coach said with a smile. "Of course, everyone will have to wear condoms," I said. "I pass 'em out right and left as it is, anyway. But now that you mention it, there's a couple of guys who I know like to just jack off--not that most boys don't. But these guys consider it their preferred form of ... gratification. All I'll have to do is provide a time and place for them." "Great!" "You've heard that athletes aren't supposed to have sex before a big game?" "Yeah, but ..." "Well, I've wanted to test THAT theory for a long time but I could never really bring myself to do it. Since some of the jocks won't be getting sexual relief, I can document the physical effects on the playing field of those practicing abstinence in relationship to the intellectual effects in the classroom of those gettin' sex as needed." "Hey, what can I say. Get two great minds like ours together and you've got a goldmine of potential experiments." "Am I to presume that by you coming to ME, you're willing to help in whatever way you can?" Coach asked. "I'd love to, but I work. My only days off are Thursdays and Saturdays." "What about Ryan?" "You'll have to ask him but I'm gonna guess he'll be glad to help." "Yeah, I think so, too," Coach said. "I'll let you know if I come up with anything but I've gotta get going. See you when I have some news on this discussion." "See you then." By the second or third week, about the same time I was talking to Coach, Ryan invited me over one Saturday to keep him company. "Got my homework done and I was bored so I thought of you," Ryan said. "Gee, thanks," I said. "No, not that way!" Ryan said impishly. "Actually, I want to tell you all about this guy I met." "Oh, dear," I said seriously, "Is this the 'Dear John' speech?" Ignoring my attempt at humor, Ryan said, "Remember Brad, the salesclerk at Corbett's Sporting Goods?" "Yeah," I said, remembering our jockstrap excursion that turned into Jason, Tyler and me putting a willing submissive through his paces. "Well, he told me to contact his brother Jeremy and he'd protect me from the class bullies." "I recall something about that." "Well, I just thought I mention Brad's offer and that would be the end of it. But it wasn't!" Ryan was so excited it looked like he wanted to bounce around the room. "He and I eat lunch together and hang before classes. Of course, his girlfriend's there, too. She's kinda cool. I think she's a flirt. She's always huggin' on me." "In front of ... what's his name?" "Jeremy. Yeah, like all the time." "Well," I said, "I've heard you're a loveable guy." "Yeah, I am," Ryan said dismissing the comment as unimportant to his story. "Did you know they were orphans? Well, not really orphans, their folks are alive but the two of them live with foster parents. Isn't that just sad? Jeremy said he's lived with two different sets of foster parents, the last one for eight years. But his brother Brad has had like six or eight. He said the older the kid is when they're placed, the less likely they'll fare as well as younger placements." "They don't live together?" "No! That makes it all the sadder, dontcha think? When Brad said I should talk to Jeremy, I thought they were best buds but I guess Jeremy hasn't seen him in a couple of years. They exchange birthday and Christmas cards and stuff but that's about it." "But Jeremy's gonna put out the word to leave you alone?" "Yeah, yeah, but did I tell you, Coach put me on the wrestling squad? Well, I'm not really on the squad but I get to sit in on competitive practice. He said I'm already better at wrestling than some of the second year students. I can get out of just about any hold my opponent gets me in. All I have to work on is my takedown techniques." "So all that flexibility training your dad's been forcing you to practice at the gym and, I might add, you've been complaining about so much, is now paying off?" "In more ways than one. I get to spend more time with Daddy at the gym." "In the locker room ..." I added, knowing where Ryan was heading. "Yeah, especially there, but it's nice just to be with him. You know, when he's not being as much a parent as a friend. Of course, we can't DO anything there, but it's quality time with him nonetheless. I wish he could arrange it so you could work out with us. He's got some hot guys he works out with, too." "I hope you're not doing anything that will jeopardize your dad's job, if you know what I mean." "Of course not. I know the rules." Then Ryan chanted, "'Look but don't stare. Look but don't touch. Look but don't proposition.'" "Wise words to live by." "That's okay, 'cuz I get some stares, too, and not just the 'What's a kid doing in here?' kinda stares. I'm talkin' about boner- raising stares. And it's THEIR boners that are doing the rising." "Discretion at all times," I warned. "Speaking of time," Ryan said, "Crossover Day is coming up. It was designated by the student council of Eastern High as the third Thursday in October." "Isn't the next day Homecoming?" "Yeah. It's kinda like an unofficial pep rally thing." "Oh." "There weren't enough teachers and counselors to watch the tables during classes and the school wants us to provide coverage by inviting family or friends to watch 'em." "And since Thursday is my day off ..." "You could bring a Ninetendo to play or a book to read ... or something. It could even be porno," Ryan said excitedly. "I could print out a fake cover on the computer and the school would never know." "What am I supposed to be guarding?" "Cookies." "Cookies?" "Yeah. The group that sells the most cookies automatically gets their Spring class trips paid for." "I don't think Lyle will have trouble scraping together the money for your class trip," I said warily, knowing Ryan usually had an ulterior motive for "donating" or "volunteering." "It's not for me!" Ryan said indignantly. "Jeremy's folks-- foster folks, actually--can't afford to pay for his class trip and I know he'd never accept the money as a gift. He'd think it was like charity or something." "Jeremy?" "Jeremy Wheatly, the quarterback. "So he's the proud type, huh?" "Yeah." "What happens if YOUR team doesn't sell the most cookies? How will Jeremy pay for his class trip?" "Oh, we'll win," Ryan said with confidence. "But to answer your question, all proceeds are pooled to help pay the way for those who truly can't afford to go, but the classmates who have the winning table get their trips paid for automatically. I'm gonna donate my ticket to someone who can't afford to pay for the trip. In fact, I've got this guy in mind..." "Why do I have an uneasy feeling about this, all of a sudden?" "I don't know. Jeremy and I came up with an idea and his girlfriend said she'd help." "His girlfriend? So this isn't some ... uh ... something Rascal has concocted?" "You mean gay? No. It's strictly on the up-and-up." Ryan's giggle didn't ease my discomfort any. "Besides," he said, "If you help, your participation will make it possible for another student to get his trip paid for." Then with bright eyes and an excited smile he said, "Unless you go on the trip with us as a chaperone!" "Let's keep all this in the realm of reality," I said. "The school would never allow an ex-con to chaperone a class full of sophomores, especially one convicted of a sexual offense." "All I can say is don't worry about it," Ryan said. "Why?" "Let's just say I'm workin' on it." "First things first, then. What will I be expected to do at the cookie table?" "Well, we have to be in class fifty minutes out of each hour, so basically, you'd just sit there. Juanita has study hall third period, just before lunch. I have study hall immediately following lunch and Jeremy's is during the next period." "And that means what?" I asked, clueless as to where all this was leading. "Oh! Yeah, you don't know. Anyone who has study hall will be allowed to roam the corridors to buy cookies from their favorite team. We hope Juanita will be able to attract the girls to buy--and even some of the guys because she's so hot." "But she's dating Jeremy." "Well, yeah, but there's a lot of guys who'd like to dethrone him." "Star quarterback? Not likely." "Well, when they have their quarrel in the lunchroom the Friday before Crossover Day, the guys will THINK they have a chance." "What are you gonna do to make them have a ... love spat?" "They've already agreed to it." Ryan said smugly. "That way, the girls will think they have a chance at Jeremy, too." "So this quarrel is just a marketing tool?" I asked. "One of the best, if you ask me." "What do you offer to the team? It sounds to me like those two have all the sales tied up." "Band members, Computer Science students and all those school activity clubs that are otherwise considered 'outcasts' by all the other students." "Oh. So, if you've got the table covered during lunch and all those study halls, why do you need me?" "It's a cutthroat sale. Some teams, in other years, have been known to steal from other teams and we have to account for all our boxes of cookies. That means if ten boxes get stolen, we have to pay for them out of our own pocket. I could do it but I don't think Jeremy could come up with his share of the money. And like I say, I don't think he would even let Juanita pay his share." "Wouldn't the other students see the cookies being stolen and report them?" "You know how Eastern's building is in the shape of a giant E?" "Yeah. The 'spine' of the E is the administrative offices and each of the three corridors are for the three different grade levels." "Well, the teams will be separated into each hall. There'll be one at each end of each hall. That's six teams. Then, there will be one in each of the four corners of the cafeteria and four more in the gymnasium." "Where's your table gonna be?" "That's what's so sweet. Since Jeremy's a junior, we'll be in the middle corridor. AND, since he's the star quarterback, we get the intersection--not the one at the dead-end spot at the other end of the hall AND it's right outside the cafeteria entrance." "So you should get lots of traffic," Jason said. "And lots of sales. Jeremy really needs this, Uncle Dickey," Ryan said, not quite pleadingly but damn close. Because he was so sincere, I said in a begrudging tone, "Okay, I'll give up my day off to help." "You're the best, Daddy Two." "No, son, you're the best ... for putting other people's needs ahead of your own." Ryan smiled bashfully. Then with an impish smile, he said, "You could sleep over and take me to school. Mom would never suspect we were doin' it right across the hall." "No, but I'll bet your dad would." "Hey, maybe it'll give HIM an opportunity to spy on me instead of me spying on him." To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. 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