Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2017 13:27:52 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triangle boys chapter 10

			       TRIANGLE BOYS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


DISCLAIMER: THis story is fiction.  It involves male prostitution with both
of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex.  If
you find this objectionable, please do not read.  If you find this erotic,
please enjoy



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						TEN



	Gil was an out call.  He insisted on that so as to reduce his
exposure.  Actually, the locals were often outcalls, mostly at a condo in a
large complex at Tybee, but Gil came from old money and had his own place
there.  Adam regarded the trip out there and back a pain in the ass,
particularly since he favored boys who couldn't drive meaning that two of
them were tied up for the evening, and only one was earning.  But with Gil,
the date wasn't an overnighter so it could be worse.

	As they turned on to East President's street leaving Greene Square
behind, Adam still hadn't said much to Ian.  For the next 20 miles it was
just a bleak industrial zone and then stretches of marsh over which ran a
two lane road after Wilmington Island.  It was just before 6 on a weekday
and the traffic was moderately bad.  Adam was tense and pissed at the
traffic and Ian could feel the bad vibes.  It was his first solo date and
he was mildly resentful that Adam was being a dick.  He thought that for
his first that Adam would be more supportive.  Instead, he was just being
sullen and mean, hurting the boy's feelings.  Ian wasn't even sure what he
had done wrong.

	"This is a freebie, you know. "  Adam said to him as they sat
backed up at the drawbridge.  "He gets 5 free for sending you to us.  But
it counts toward profit-sharing.  Cost of doing business."

	"Yeah, I know.  Ben told me."  Ian replied.

	"There's something I want you to know.  Before you go getting all
fucking gooey and having little kid romantic shit ideas.  There are three
reasons to fuck: for fun, for money and for love.  I fuck for fun and I
fuck for money.  I don't fuck for love.  For fun, I fuck who I want when I
want.  We'll work out better if you're the same way, got it?"

	"Yeah, I know. "  Ian answered a little forcefully.  He was hurt by
the cavalier way that Adam was treating him.

	"I'm not Max and I'm not fucking AJ.  I'm not looking for a fucking
boyfriend.  I'm shit boyfriend material.  For one thing, monogamy sounds a
like a fucking death sentence.  There is no fucking way that I'm going to
settling down to some middle class, white picket fence, gay version of
respectable hetero life.  Don't want it.  Not interested.  And if that's
want you want, then you picked the wrong fucking life, kid."

	"Got it."

	"Pissed?"  Adam challenged him.

	"Yeah, you asshole.  I thought you liked me.  I thought you cared.
But you're just like everybody else, just another liar."  Ian screamed back
at him, red face with rage.

	Adam stayed silent as they crossed over the bridge and sped up down
the causeway toward the island.  "I never lied to you.  I've never told you
one untrue thing.  And I'm telling you the truth now.  Because it was the
same way with Ben.  Just like Ben, I could fall in love with you so fucking
easy.  It would take nothing and I'd even mean it for a while.  And you
would too.  But it would be a lie because a cute boy would come along and
I'd trail after him like a dog in heat.  Think about yourself.  Because you
feel about Ben almost as much as you do about me, right?  Same as I do.  So
what do we have: a three way relationship?  Because odd numbers don't work,
kid.  Besides, you don't care for either one of us as much as you do
Ethan."

	"Don't call me kid and you leave Ethan out of this."  Ian answered
resentfully.

	"Sorry. Ian.  But it's true.  We're whores, Ian.  We don't have the
luxury of romantic fairy tales.  We are the bullshitters not the
bullshitted.  You can't have illusions about shit.  I don't blame you for
how you feel about him.  If I had a little brother and we went through the
same shit, I'd probably feel the same way.  But you are setting yourself up
to be hurt.  There a thousand reasons why it won't work out the way you've
got it your head.  A thousand fucking reasons.  He's too young and Sam will
never take him, even if we got a chance, which we won't.  And he's probably
not even gay, or won't be when he grows up a little."

	Ian didn't respond for few minutes.  It was only when they made the
big, 90 degree turn for the road to run parallel with the ocean that he
answered.  "You're wrong," he said.

	"No, I'm not," Adam replied.  "And I do like you and I do care."

	"You're still a dick."

	Adam let that be the last word because it, too, was true.  He had
treated him badly and knew it.  The kid was only 13 and the full throes of
puberty.  He was entitled, under ordinary circumstances, to have a crush or
even more, but the life they were in didn't allow for it, at least not
easily.  Max and AJ, with nearly a lifetime of mutual devotion under their
belts, struggle combining love and fidelity with the need to sell their
bodies.  It could be a hard life and no one should wish it on another
unless that person was suited for it.  Adam knew that Ian was but the kid
might be a different story.

	He turned onto a dirt lane that headed toward the beach.  It had a
street sign and a name but was little more than a well rutted path to the
water edge running between beach houses of varying age.  Gil's was a
ramshackle affair that had seen its better day but had the advantage of
being right on the ocean.  Adam walked him to the door across a wooden
walkway and Gil met them at the door before they could even knock, dressed
casually in a Polo shirt and chinos, scotch in hand.  He invited Adam to
join in the fun but was turned down.  Adam told him he had homework to do.
He had worked the previous night and had two consecutive nights coming up
with dates.  Adam wasn't about to waste a perfectly good load on a Gil
freebie.

	With a nod, Gil escorted Ian to the bedroom, gently closing the
door.  "You're a delicious boy, you know that don't you?"

	Ian smiled shyly, stepped toward him and kissed him.  Gil was
momentarily taken aback but kissed him anyway and began to run his hands
down the boy's thin torso.  Ian stepped back from him.  "I want you to do
me a favor. You do me a favor and I'll do you one," Ian said, pulling off
his jacket.

	"It depends on the favor" Gil answered softly, moving toward him
again.

	Ian stepped back again one step, and unbuttoned his shirt,
revealing his flat belly and smooth chest.  "I'm going to let you bareback
me."

	"Now baby, that's against the house rules," Gil replied as Ian took
off his shirt.  He watched with growing lust as Ian undid the top button of
his jeans.  "Sam doesn't allow that."

	Ian sat on the bed and pulled off his jeans.  When he stood again,
he was dressed only in a pair of blue and red briefs, a larger than average
dick clearly outlined and beginning to engorge.  "Sam isn't here and
neither of us are going to tell him."

	"You must want a pretty big favor from me.  Something about a
brother, probably?"

	"When Spell calls you wanting to bring him in, you're going to let
me know first."
	"You're pretty sure that's going to happen. Okay, deal.  I would
have done it anyway, just for the asking."  Gil said, pulling him closer to
him.

	Ian took the man's hand and laid it on top of his bulge. Despite
what Adam thought, he had no illusions.  He knew Gil wanted to fuck Ethan
most of all.  He had seen the disappointment that day in the office that
Gil had so carefully tried to hide.  He knew from the first second that Gil
lusted after both of them but the younger boy more.  Each would see the
other as an ally to get what they wanted but Ian wanted to make sure the
deal was sealed.

	The older man began to kiss him tenderly on the neck as he began to
explore his body with his hands.  He tugged at the boy's balls roughly and
Ian felt himself grow fully hard.  He has happy that he wasn't embarrassed
or self-conscious in any way. The fact that Adam was in the next room,
knowing what has going on, didn't bother him.  Ian knew that he was a pro,
that he was meant to be a pro.  And he knew that Ethan was meant to be one
too.  Nobody knew that like he did.

	Ian helped Gil pull off his shirt.  He had a paunch and a hairy
chest but he wasn't gross or anything.  Surprisingly, Ian wasn't turned off
at all.  He had all ready made a distinction in his mind.  When he fucked a
boy, he wanted them to be lean and sexy.  But when he fucked a man, he
wanted them to be a man, not an aging boy.  Pulling off Gil's pants, he was
surprised that he wasn't fully hard yet.  He made a mental note that old
guys took a while to do what happened to him with great ease.  It wasn't
hard but it was plump and on its way.  Sinking to his knees, Ian took it in
his mouth.

	Gil breathed in hard with delight.  Soon he grew erect as the boy's
lips and tongue did their duty.  For his part, Gil was happy that the boy
was hard and stayed hard while servicing him.  It is an enviable trait of
youth, he thought, the speed at which they grow excited and how casual they
are about it.  Ian pushed all the right buttons, giving him just enough
teasing to get his blood boiling and then backing off.  He took it deep
into his throat and slowly pulled back, his lips touching every cell of the
shaft.

	Gil pulled him up and kissed him hard.  His tongue probed the boy's
mouth with unbridled lust. Ian reached down and stroked Gil's stiff member
as he kissed him sloppily.  Instinctively, he knew to keep working the
man's dick so that he would maintain focus.  Gil broke off the kiss and
looked him in eye.

	"On the bed, boy," he commanded.

	Ian climbed on the four poster bed, laid on his back and spread out
spread eagle.  He knew that Gil wanted his turn at some young dick.  But
Gil was slow to get there, slower than Ian would have been.  The man began
to suck on his toes as he ran his hands through the hair on Ian's legs.  It
was white blonde and fine, extending only to his knees.  But he was proud
of his hairy legs.  It marked him as not being a little boy anymore but an
emerging man.  And he could tell that the signs of his ongoing puberty were
turning Gil on.  By the time that Gil reached his full balls, which Ian
kept shaved on Adam's instruction, the man was masturbating himself.
Lovingly, he sucked Ian's testicles.  In response to the pleasure of it,
the kid stroked himself but Gil stopped him, knowing how quick a boy can go
off.  But he couldn't leave that prick alone.

	"You have a beautiful dick, kid.  A real winner."  Gil murmured
before taking it in.

	Ian arched his back.  The man had been sucking dick for decades and
was better than Ian had thought he would be.  He had real technique and it
felt great.  He felt himself growing hot and beads of sweat beginning to
bubble up on his forehead.  He began to tense his belly in response to the
tremendous sensation, outlining his abdominal muscles that were packed on
to his tight frame.  Gil threw his hands up and roughly massaged his chest
and torso, feeling the wiry hardness of it.

	"You ready to get fucked, boy?"  Gil snarled, hungry with lust.

	"Fuck me raw," Ian answered.

	Greased up, Gil penetrated him missionary style after sliding a
pillow under his ass.  Ian wasn't completely comfortable in that position
but seeing the animal look in the man's eyes turned him on.  Gil threw
Ian's knees on his shoulders and plowed his ass hard.  For the first time,
his brain knew how to interpret the signals.  Before when fucked, he didn't
know whether to shit, piss or cum.  This time, it just felt good.  Skin on
skin, Gil violated him.  Grunting hard, his face contorted with
concentration, Gil banged in to him.  Ian groaned and pulled him downward
to kiss him.  Gil kissed him but it was rough, almost savage but Ian felt
the same way.  He didn't want it to be tender, not right then.  He wanted
it all just harder, faster and stronger.

	Then Gil pulled his arms away and pinned them down over Ian's head.
His fuck stick rode up into the boy's ass with a piston like stroke.  Ian
desperately wanted to get his hands free, to start stroking himself.  He
felt a compulsion to do so.  His ass and his prostate were telling his
brain that was vital that he cum.  And Gil was close to.  He wasn't fucking
him gently or tenderly, it was pile driving.  Ian could see that his face
was red and hair matted down with sweat as the man was breathing hard.  But
the sensations from his groin were growing and he knew, jerking or not,
that he would cum.  Just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, Ian
exploded, sending the first jet of semen over his shoulder and the next few
spurts onto chest.  Gil's eyes grew wide as the boy came just from being
fucked.  With one great heave, he dumped his load in the boy's ass.

	Gil rolled away, huffing and puffing, his skin covered in a sheen
of sweat.  "It's been 25 years since I did it all natural.  I forgot how
good it felt.  You might have ruined me for life."

	Ian cuddled up next to him, in child-like fashion.  "Remember our
deal," he whispered.

	"I will," Gil answered, rubbing the perspiration off his forehead.
"But I'm sorry I took advantage of you.  It won't make any difference.  Sam
won't agree to it.  He made it very clear that he wants your kid brother to
stay right where he is.  He doesn't want him to have any part of this.  He
wasn't going to take you except he had no choice."

	Ian sat up in bed, staring at Gil.  "What do I have to do with it?"
he demanded.

	"Sam's got his reasons.  He can be very stubborn and surprisingly
sentimental, all things considered."

	"Why?  Is it because he's too young?  Adam wasn't any older."

	"Yeah.  And that's the heart of the matter, right there," Gil
replied.  Ian recognized the wistful tone.  It was a man that wanted to say
more but wouldn't or couldn't.  Then Gil turned sly.  "I knew you slightly
when you were very young.  Which is to say that I knew your mother and her
boyfriend, Ethan's father.  An incredible piece of ass I hear.  I ever was
with him as he was a bit older, in his early 20's.  But he had a loyal
following. Sam was obsessed with him and didn't care that he was gay for
pay, the only one ever at Triangle."

	Ian listened intently.  It was beginning to really dawn on him that
all these men knew something about him and were hiding it from him.  "Sam
said he didn't know him"

	"Really, I remember him being intensely jeolous" Gil said.  "That's
the way it is though.  In Savannah, appearances matter and you have keep
the secrets well-hidden.  You can go far in this town if you can hide the
truth well enough,"

	Gil lectured him.  He got up and went to closet in the bedroom and
began rummaging around on his hands and knees, bare ass in the air. With a
small shout of triumph, he pulled out a videocassette.  "I knew I had this
somewhere.  It's not my personal favorite so I give it to you as a gift.  I
think both you and Adam will be interested in it. The third scene
particularly."

	Ian looked at the VCR tape.  It was labeled "Spring Break Fun:
Daytona Fuck and Suck."