Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 09:01:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Sleepy Snoozer <sleepytales@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Placebo Effect

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The Placebo Effect
By Sleepy


"What's wrong with him?"  I asked Danny.

"He's being a drama queen." my young friend replied, glowering at the boy.

That produced immediate storm clouds in his eyes.  "Fuck you!  I'm no
queen, and you're the fucker into all this shit, not me!"

So let me explain a bit.  Danny is 16, and the foster son of my
across-the-street neighbors.  The Browns were God-fearing, Church going,
Bible believing Baptists.  Which means that we didn't have much to say to
each other.  My disapproval of them had begun to fade a bit when I saw the
social worker drop Danny off that first day, though!  He was gorgeous, in a
dark and brooding sort of way.  Shining black hair, flashing black eyes,
and pale skin that worked well against the invariably black clothes he
wore.

Danny told me later that he was about to blow the Browns off big time and
head back to the streets until he saw me eyeing him up so outrageously.  I
still contend that I was being extremely discreet.  But that's how good the
gaydar was that Danny had developed from his previous eighteen months on
the street.  He'd learned to earn his daily bread from daily paid
encounters with guys like me.  And none of them complained at all, he
assures me!

Even though Danny didn't need the money any more, he still had other basic
needs.  He and I got together once or twice a week to meet each other's
mutual needs, actually.  Nothing about true love or undying romance.  This
was lust and proximity.  I thanked my lucky stars that I was Danny's type,
cuz he sure as shit was mine.  We liked each other fine, and it was an
incredibly convenient arrangement.  It was the stuff of Internet porn
fantasy, but it was real.  Go figure.

Every once in a while, Danny would come across somebody else he fancied,
and got me to help out.  Sometimes I just provided the private bedroom
space he needed for his tricks.  Other times, he would invite me to join
him.  This was one of those.  Or so I'd thought.

I looked at the boy, slumped in a chair. His sun dappled, peach brown skin
radiant beneath the soft light. He had kind of a ruddy golden glow.  He was
definately a looker, but he was also sullen, his chin resting on his fist,
a scowl on his face.

Danny shot him the bird, which was returned heartily.  But the Golden Boy
didn't get up and leave, either, I noticed.

Danny said, "At school, he's all like, yeah man, let's got for it.  Now, he
says he wants to get paid for it."

"You know I don't do that.  Don't mess me around," I replied. "So what do
we...?"

"I know, it's a pain in the tuckus." Danny said. "Leave him alone for a
bit." Then in my ear he whispered, "Just give it a few."

Give it a few? This wasn't according to the usual deal. Sounded chancey and
a bit dangerous.  What if Mr. Attitude got really turned off and turned me
in?  The legal age in this state is 18.

But I looked at the glowering the boy again. Damn, and he was god awful
cute, those cherry red lips of his just begging for me to kiss them!  Well,
in a manner of speaking.

One of the things about Danny is that he is always and endlessly horny.
His randy dick was tireless. He'd no sooner spunk off a healthy load and
he'd want another go at it. He didn't care if there was somebody watching.
He didn't even really care if he didn't get into the other kid's pants, as
long as he got laid today by somebody.  And that somebody was me. He
started licking my ear and mumbling sexy stuff.  Mr. Cuteness dropped his
head, his scowl increasing. This wasn't what I had in mind. Danny may not
have minded an audiance, but I do!

One of the things Danny whispered to me was that the fat lady had not yet
sung regarding our guest.  Danny had had his eye on him for weeks, and had
definately caught him looking.  Told me it reminded him of me checking him
out last year.  I thought, "Hmmph.  Where's all that interest gone now?"
But my dick convinced the rest of me to go with Danny's flow and see what
happened.  So sue me!  We're all human, right?

One thing that Danny and I shared in common was the ultimate fantasy: to
"turn" a straight boy.  I mean, come on!  Haven't you ever fantasized about
convincing some straight boy to try a walk on the wild side, and be the
first guy they ever played with?  Danny liked to conquer them.  I must
confess that he got me into it, too.  And Mr. Huffy here was a prime
example.  Unavailable except for money.  Which I had already vetoed.  He
had an attitude.  But he hadn't left.

I got everybody beers. Beer might help smooth the way, who knew?

We sat around watching the Playboy Channel, hoping that would help things
along too, while downing a steady flow of beer.  Danny was being saucy and
naughty with me the whole time, the two of us on the couch, and the "Third
Wheel" in the Lazy Boy. Not reclining, either.


To hear Danny describe the how the boy boasted, it was hard to believe he'd
let a man anywhere near his dick.  This kid played team sports (basketball
and football), supposedly had a girlfriend and a sported a huge ego that
made him cocky. Imagining him butt naked, his dick slammed down Danny's
throat was the ultimate stimulus. There was nothing more exciting to me
than than watch Danny being another boy's first. Especially one so unlikely
to do anything with guys as this one.

"Let's go to the room," I suggested, hoping it would get Mr. Sullen in the
mood.

Young Master "I want cash" clung to his seat in the living room for a
minute,, still sullen as Danny and I left the room.  But it wasn't long
before he came to the bedroom, that scowl still on his face. Plopping down
in the love seat, he huffed loudly and looked exasperated, but said "It's
boring as ape shit in there alone.  But I'm still not doing anything
without money."  He then rested his head on the back of the chair and
closed his eyes.

Facing me, Danny shook his head, obviously a bit frustrated but with an
evil gleam as well.  Maybe we should just pay him, I thought, standing idly
beside the bed.

Directing things now, Danny kicked his shoes off, then dropped his pants
and shorts, jumping up on the bed. Within seconds, he'd gotten me out of my
clothes as well and was on top of me, softly nibbling on my neck. I
certainly offered no protest, and my eyes fluttered shut as Danny
worked. Fuck it, I thought, giving up on visions of threesomes with the
other kid.

Have I mentioned that one of Danny's favorite pastimes was eating ass?
Well, it almost made me believe in both God and the Tooth Fairy, but it's
true!

No sooner were we naked on the bed then Danny got between my legs, his head
bobbing as he feasted.  I moaned and found my toes wiggling immediately in
response.

Danny poked me and I flipped over on demand, the room heating up as he
jammed his head between my cheeks.  I must admit that I am in good shape
for my middle-middle age.  Smacks ringing out, he lapped and licked at my
tight hole.

I really needed to do more than lay there and moan in appreciation.  I am a
good cocksucker.  I also pay particular attention to the balls.  Which
Danny approves of.  He loves his balls licked as much as I love my asshole
to get his special attention.  So I wriggled myself around so we could each
do what we love best, in the classic 69 position.  We were also moaning in
unison, too.

When I was positioning myself, of course I checked out Mr. Hard-to-Get.  He
was still being aloof, but he was watching for sure.


Danny whined, raising up on his elbows to watch me work on his
crotch. Spreading his legs wider, he threw his head back when I ventured to
blow on his wet balls. Diving below them, I was lifting his legs to get at
his spit lubed hole when I noticed movement, just below the side of the
bed. Trying not to be obvious, I cut my eye to my right to
observe. Mr. Aloof was now singing another tune!  He was on his knees,
stealthily crawling toward the bed. My heart leaping in my throat, I
suppressed my excitement. Actually, it was kind of funny watching him
slowly crawl across the floor, trying to go unnoticed as he
approached. Then his eyes coyly peeped over the side.  Danny was so busy
devouring my dick, he never noticed him. I reached my foot up and subtly
tapped him on the leg, motioning with my head at our third wheel, who
promptly ducked down to the carpeted floor again when he saw us both
looking at him.

Sometimes, straight boys can be so stupid.

He stayed there for what seemed an eternity, his head just high enough to
see.  When Danny would cry out in ecstasy, he'd dart his eyes toward him
then fasten them back on what I was doing. What's he waiting for, I thought
and why doesn't Danny make a move? I didn't want to blow it so I just
ignored him, continuing as if he wasn't there.

The next thing I knew, our guest raised himself up, slowing edging across
the bed and I just about exploded supposing he was about to join
in. Instead he moved his mouth to Danny's ear and whispered something,
retreating to the side of the bed immediately after. To my great
disappointment, he lingered a while longer then, returned to his chair. I
looked up at Danny for an explanation.  He shrugged and murmured, "He wants
to get high."

I looked at Danny in frustration. What the hell were we supposed to get for
this boy to get high? I thought, the time flying.  "Don't you still got
some of them pain pills from when you had that toothache?"  Danny
inquired. I nodded.

"Give `em one of them, then."

Oh great, now we're going to add drug charges to this whole fiasco, I
thought.

"You want some of that ass?" Danny countered, observing my reluctance. I
nodded again.

"Give him a pill then." And simply started to jack himself off until I
could return to the scene of the action after my drug run to the medicine
cabinet in the bathroom.

I got up, glancing at the boy as I left. He was slumped in his chair again,
head down, that practiced scowl returning. I went to the bathroom, scanning
the medicine cabinet for the pain pills and got another idea. Picking up a
bottle of aspirin, I dumped one in my hand instead of the stronger stuff
and returned the bottle to the shelf. Re-entering the bedroom, I checked
out our guest again.  Danny was doing his best, trying to keep him
entertained with the solo jack-off show, but the attention was all on my
hand and the presumed drug hit it contained.

I presented him the aspirin and he gulped it down, sans water, returning to
his slump.  Crawling back up on the bed, I straddled Danny's face, dangling
my dick over his mouth. He looked up and took it down his throat, his
now-puffy lips hugging it deliciously. A couple of minutes passed and as we
changed positions.  Mr. Glower was glowering no more!  His head was lolling
about, apparently he felt "high".

Smothering a snicker, I watched in amazement as the boy put on an amazing
performance, his eyes lazily drooping, his arms going limp, his head
slumping off his shoulders.  Danny looked up to see what I was looking at
and when he caught site of the performance, bounded off the bed and
approached him.

Positioning himself on his knees between the boy's wide gapped legs, he
gently ran his hands up his friend's thighs. He blinked hard and looked
hazily at Danny, attempting to focus but failed, his head rolling backwards
again. In his supposed state of intoxication, it was OK for Danny to fondle
him. OK for Danny to do what he pleased. So he offered no protest as Danny
unfastened his pants. It was all quite amazing to me and I could scarcely
contain my amusement.

Danny was pulling the boy's shorts back now, about to reveal the forbidden
fruit when, through his feigned confusion, our guest raised a hand to bat
him away.  Perturbed, Danny stared at him, but complied, slithering away to
return to the bed. My heart sinking, I also stared at the boy, sorely
disappointed.  We might be evil pervs, but we really weren't into forcing
the TRULY unwilling.  Damn it all to Hell.

But Danny indicated with wiggled eyebrows that he wasn't letting it phase
him.  He wasn't about to let another 15 year old get the best of
him. Returning to my ass for the moment, he turned me onto my stomach and
dove between my upturned spheres.  As it turned out, I was bait.  Cool,
huh?

We were losing ourselves in the revelry again when I noticed re-newed
movement at the side of the bed. Like a lost puppy, returning to his
master, he was beside the bed again. By mutual agreement telegraphed
between us as we played, Danny and I ignored him as long as possible. Until
he evidently couldn't stand any more of being outside the action, and let
out a dramatic moan, falling in a grand sweep on the bed as if he'd passed
out. Danny took that as his cue, jumping down beside him. Without
hesitation, he yanked the "high boy's"shorts down, exposing the boy's
sweet, plump ass.  His upper body strewn dramatically across the bed, he
was still on his knees, his luscious melons thus vulnerable.

Danny dove between them, finding his hole and locking on it with his
tongue. What could Mr. Hard-to-Get (now just Mr. Hard!) say?  of course, he
said nothing coherant; his eyes were closed as Danny lapped. It was a
spectacle too fantastic to ignore and soon I was on the floor with Danny,
shaking my head in amazement.

Turning his head this way and that, Danny painted the boy's asshole with
his tongue, ferociously devouring his sweet wares. I stared, fascinated,
then joined in, pushing my face down beside Danny's to taste that delicious
ass. God, what an ass this boy had!  He still said nothing, insisting
thereby that he was unconscious. In the shadowed darkness of the room, it
was hard to see details but one thing was obvious: hw wasn't doing a good
job of being unconscious, that's for damn sure.

Pulling his tender cheeks wide, Danny started on his balls, licking upward,
only to be followed by yours truly, repeating the trip. It was a sight to
behold, the fine hairs about Barry's hole laid flat by our wet tongues.
Grunting and smacking like a rutting pig, Danny was practically pushing his
head up the boy's asshole now. Mr. Hard's body was being literally pushed
forward, every time Danny licked upwards. Over and over he lapped, his head
turning to and fro. I couldn't take any more and before I knew it, I'd
nudged him out of the way, ramming my tongue up the ass all on my own.
There continued to be no objections.  But I did notice that our sleeping
friend had a mean case of goose-bumps.  Cool!

Danny snatched the boy's pants entirely off, removing his lower clothing in
a matter of seconds, eventually leaving him with just his undershirt pulled
over his head. Climbing up on the bed, he pulled the boy up with him until
he sprawled across it. Still feigning intoxication, he was dead weight as
Danny struggled to flip him over. In time we repositioned him, laying him
on his back, his legs spread as wide as they'd go.  Then Danny jumped him,
positioning his dick pointing toward the presumably winking hole.  Then he
nodded for me to prepare the way.

I was so overcome with excitement, I could barely lift the boy's legs.
Luckily we could work together, and between us we managed. Diving between
his legs, I found his tight buttonhole, laying my tongue across it. It was
something of a struggle holding his limp legs up as I licked, but well
worth it.  My head bobbing about, I painted the boy's hairy hole, laying
the fine hairs about it flat with my spittle. His eyes still closed, the
swooning boy offered no protest as we worked him. And then, ever so
slightly at first, his legs moved of their own volition, tentatively
lifting.

The weight gradually lessening on our arms, we felt his legs raise upwards
until they were high and spread-eagled, all on their own.

Enthralled, I pushed my tongue further up his asshole, sensing the
resistance lessening with each passing moment. The tongue-bath was getting
to him and to my delight, I could tell he was getting off.  We watched
excitedly as Mr. Hard-to-get's hard on twitched between his up-thrust
thighs, and he began to let out tiny whimpers. Danny couldn't take it.
Moaning softly, he pushed me out of the way and positioned himself to go
for the gold.  His hard dick pushed against the "unconscious" boy's
asshole.  Without any preparation at all other than my spit, he used his
entire weight to push himself down to the pubes all in one go.  And then he
just humped the dazed boy like a piston.  Before there was much chance of
protest, Danny was thrusting like there was no tomorrow, a grimace on his
face as he howled and squirted deep in "Golden Boy's" guts.

I was highly stimulated by the sight also and felt my dick about to release
beneath me as I lay across the bed. Ever the protagonist, I couldn't
resist.  I elbowed Danny out of the way, and his still-hard dick exited the
now-gaping hole with an audible plop. Without letting those legs fall back
down to the bed, I slipped two fingers inside the boy's hole. They met some
initial resistance after all it had recently been through, but then
accepted my questing digits within his still-tight tunnel, eliciting a
noticeable shudder. Licking his balls at the same time, while Danny panted
and recovered next to us, I shoved my fingers further in.  Then I found his
protruding prostate and massaged it hard.

Our visiting friend let out a long moan, his entire body shaking, his balls
spasming.  When Danny saw that, he rolled over and his mouth slammed down
on the boy's pulsing dick, so all that was visible was the boy's drum tight
balls. With several more shudders, the boy let out more audible groans and
gasps, sending me over the top. Humping the bed, I erupted, spurting round
after round of hot cum onto the sheets beneath me as I continued to wiggle
my fingers in the ass before me. Danny then let out a loud groan, his eyes
signalling to me as he gobbled the "high" boy's dick.

"What?" I said, exhausted. With an air of drama, Danny turned and faced me,
opening his mouth to reveal a tongue full of sweet boy cream.

I was curious to see what our now-presumably-willing friend would do now.
After all, it was only about 9 PM.  But he just lay there, trying to
breathe more easily as he recovered himself.  I'm guessing here, but that's
how it looked.  Danny and I looked at each other and we shrugged in unison.

So we left him on the bed and showered together.  Then he called the
Brown's, telling them that I was helping him study for an exam and that he
was sleeping over.  This was a semi-common occurance, so we wereset for the
night.  After a bite to eat and guzzling another beer, Danny and I retired
to the bedroom once more.  We sandwiched "Sleeping Beauty" between us.
After well-deserved naps, we buggered him again...twice each.

He never protested.  In fact, he came again himself every time we fucked
him, although by the last two, his dick was feebly producing a mere dribble
of thin cum.

And what happened the next morning?

You guessed it.

He staggered to the bathroom, took an amazingly noisy dump while getting
rid of all our deposits, and showered for quite a while.  His comment as he
dressed prior to leaving was a classic.  "What was that great shit you gave
me last night?  I can't remember a thing after I took it!"

Danny chuckled evilly, and I replied that there was plenty more where that
came from.  And, since he was a friend, we could let him have a hit or two
once in a while free of charge.  Imagine that!!

We're waiting for him to come back over for some more.

Danny predicts he'll show up inside a week.