Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2017 18:02:21 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triangle Boys chapter 4

			       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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				   FOUR

	For generations, Broughton Street was the main shopping street.
All the big stores – Sears, Kress, Woolworth's – were there as were
all the small businesses a thriving city needed.  But then, the stores
started moving away and the malls were built so that downtown became a
derelict ghost town.  They were saving the fine old homes but the
commercial buildings were boarded up and abandoned.  By the early nineties,
new life was just beginning to start and the old Sears building was an
early example.  A group of fairly prominent men banded together to buy the
old building, which they got for a song, and renovate it.  Even though they
were celebrated for their efforts, the real driving force was a 23 year kid
named Sam Wisenbaker, who stayed carefully in the shadows.  The prominent
men had provided the access to credit but the capital was his, the money
for the payments on the bank loan came from him and he controlled every
square inch of the building.  Even though all the businesses he installed
would make money, he was wise to avoid every scrap of publicity because his
financial empire, at its base, was founded on prostitution.

	When Adam Barfield parked in the State Street garage, he and Ian
had a bit of a hike to get to that building, no longer the focal point of
redevelopment but just another renovated building in a bustling downtown.
They walked past the Federal Courthouse on Wright Square, across Whitaker
– the busy main artery out of downtown, past the IRS building which is
constructed seemingly out of bathroom tiles.  At Telfair Square, Adam,
hauling a book bag full of pot and files, led Ian, burdened with a duffel
bag holding all his earthly possessions, down Barnard Street to the alley
behind the Sears Building.  He punched in a code in the security system and
a door in the back of the building buzzed and unlocked.  Trading the book
bag for the duffel because the younger boy was beginning to sag a little,
they stepped into a corridor right at the foot of some stairs.  Adam
motioned him up and they bounded up to the third floor.

	Across from the stairs was another key pad and Adam quickly punched
in a code and again the door buzzed.  Inside was a loft condo where the
door opened into a long corridor. Adam headed down it toward the front
windows and Ian fell in behind.  Up at the front, past a kitchen area, was
the living room packed with young men and boys, sprawled on a pair of
couches and a love seat.  A cute boy about Ian's age with striking green
eyes sat on the floor along with an older teen boy, slender with spiked
bottle blond hair.  There was a black guy, another older blond boy who was
well built, a slim olive skinned boy Adam's age and a freckled boy too.
Ian noticed instantly that they were all good looking but his attention was
drawn to man standing by the window looking out.  He was tall, with sandy
blond hair tied back in a pony tail and was smoking a cigarette.

	"Home safe and sound, bearing gifts and a friend" Adam announced,
dropping Ian's duffel to the ground.  "We got any fucking food? I'm
starving."

	The man with the cigarette turned around.  "Any trouble?"

	"Nope" Adam said, turning back to the kitchen.  He yanked open the
refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.  "Ian, this is Sam."

	"Are you the boss?"  Ian asked.

	Sam smiled and a few of the boys laughed a little.  He took some
cold comfort that the boy didn't know who he was.  "I suppose.  I thought
you might want to meet most of your new family.  That is, if you decide to
stay with us.  If you don't, it's okay.  We can still help you find
something better than here you were staying.  But we would really like for
you to become one of us.  Has Adam told you much about what goes on?"

	Ian glanced back at Adam and noticed that he was unconcerned by the
question.  Still, he wanted to protect him in case Adam had said something
that he shouldn't.  "No, not really."

	"Do you know anything about the book, Midnight in the Garden of
Good and Evil?"

	Several of the boys shifted uncomfortably where they sat and there
were a few barely audible groans.  Adam, waving a water bottle, complained,
"Fuck, Sam.  He doesn't need a whole long speech.  The kid is pretty smart.
He just about has it figured out already. Doncha bro?"

	"You want me to have sex for money" Ian answered softly as he
stared at Sam.

	"Nothing but net.  Got it in the first shot" Adam said as he pulled
the pot out of the book bag.  He tossed it toward a gorgeous light skin
black guy.  "It's the purple, hairy kind.  He sold it at cost too. We got
something going with Javoris?"

	Sam looked irritated.  "One thing at a time.  There are some things
that I thought that he might want to know.  But, yes.  That's how we make
our money: gay prostitution, high end , with rich men.  There are a couple
of things that are pretty important for us to know for sure.  One is that
the boy is gay or bisexual and not straight.  The other is that he is
choosing to go with us freely because it's something that you want to do.
We'd like some proof."

	" So, like a test?  You want me to have sex with somebody, right?"

	"Yeah, it's a test," Adam answered. " You don't have to do anything
that you don't want to do.  We're not going to force you or even be mad if
you hold back.  But if you hold back, it won't work and we'll find you
something else to do, somewhere else."

	"Do I get to pick?"  Ian looked around the room at the males
sitting on the couches and on the floor.  There were 7 of them, the oldest
two looked like they were college age and the youngest looked about Ian's
age.  All were very good looking, fit and sexy.  "Because if I get to pick,
I want Adam and ... him," Ian said indicating the youngest boy, who had
black hair and vivid blue eyes.

	"Okay, if that's who you want.  Ben, you're up" Sam answered with a
slight shrug, turning back toward the window.  Some part of him was
disappointed that he choose Adam but he had to expect that.  All too often,
he was the flame that attracted the moths.  Then he passed it off.  It was
inevitable that he would eventually find himself in Adam's embrace. Adam,
being Adam, wouldn't let a conquest pass.

	"How much?"  Ian asked, looking at Sam.

	There was some soft laughter from the boys on the couch and Sam
jerked his head back in surprise.  "I'm sorry?"

	"How much do I make, if I work for you?"

	Sam smiled.  "Salary is forty thousand.  We also share the profits,
well half of the profits, based on productivity.  The other half goes back
into the business.  How much did you make last year Adam?"

	"90 thousand"

	"Thomas?"

	The black boy had just loaded a pipe.  "95"

	"Joe?"

	Joe was a round faced muscular guy, college aged, with sandy blond
hair that fell over his face and ears, curly at the ends.  "75" he
answered.

	"Karl?"

	Karl was younger, between Ian and Adam's age, and had an ethereal
beauty.  Slender, blond haired, blue eyed, he was quiet and serious.  "70"

	"Plus, you live here rent free.  When you get a driver's license,
you get a car.  Clothes, tuition, a certain amount of party favors."  Sam
continued.

	"We can do it here, if you want me to.  I don't mind."  Ian
answered.

	"If it's okay with Ben and Adam, it's okay with me."  Sam said with
resignation.

	Adam just shrugged and undid his pants.  He stepped out of his
boxer briefs and pulled off his shirt.  He had an impressive body for 16.
His pects were a little underdeveloped but that was the worst thing you
could say about him.  He had six pack abs, thick toned legs, a neatly
trimmed bush and an impressive tool even though he was still soft.  It was
the penis that got Ian's attention.  It was larger than anything he had
sucked before and uncircumcised, another novelty.  The other boy, Ben, had
stripped down too.  He too had an uncut dick and even though his body was
toned and defined, he had less pubic hair than Ian did, growing most
thickly on either side of his penis. Unlike Adam, he was already hard.
They were about the same height.  At that moment, Ian thought himself the
luckiest boy in the world.  He couldn't decide which one turned him the
most but he was harder than he had ever been before.  The other boys were
crowding around the watch, which did make Ian nervous but neither Adam nor
Ben seemed to care.

	He dropped to his knees to suck Adam, when the older boy pulled him
up.  "You're going to need to be naked for this bit here.  They want to see
your body."

	Ian cut his eyes nervously.  "I've got a stiffy already"

	"Now that would be a plus in this situation" Adam replied.

	He stood and stripped.  His dick was sticking practically straight
up and had a glisten of pre-cum leaking.  By now, Adam, who had been
playing with himself, was nearly erect.  He guided Ian down in front of
him. The boy was excited.  He had had sex with a man before and with his
younger brother but never with a superhot guy in his prime, not mention two
guys.  Still, he was aware of the eyes watching him and aware of his own
inexperience.  Tentatively, he put his lips around Adams swollen dick.  As
pulled back, the foreskin slipped forward which he wasn't expecting.
Trying again, he was able to get half of him inside without gagging. Just
giving head was making Ian hotter.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
Ben stroking himself and realized that he wanted that dick too.  Moving
over to the other boy, he began to suck him.  Ben's penis was smaller and
not as thick but in a weird way that was better.

	He moved from one to the other, trying to remember to use a hand to
stroke the shaft at the base and to play with the balls.  Ian knew that he
liked his balls tugged on so he did it too.  Suddenly, he had the idea to
stroke the one boy while sucking the other.  Ian was amazed that he didn't
think of it earlier.  With Adam in his mouth, the steel hardness of Ben was
great.  Both boys moaned with appreciation.

 	Then Ian felt a presence behind him and then Sam's voice in his
ear, "I'd like for you to get fucked, if that's okay."

	He pulled off of Adam's dick, "Ben first"

	"Once is enough" Sam said.

	Ian looked up at Adam, fearful of having hurt his feelings.  It was
just that Adam was bigger.  But that didn't mean that he wanted Ben
more. In fact, deep down inside, Ian really wanted to get Adam off.  "I can
suck you while he fucks me.  Please."

	"Cool."  Adam agreed.

	Someone tossed Ben a condom and then some lube.  On all fours, he
felt the cold gel on his ass and then a finger shoved up inside him.  Ian
shivered a little because it felt good.  Adam positioned himself on his
knees in front and Ian dived onto his rod.  Ben spread his legs a little
further apart and then came the moment of penetration.  It hurt.  Ian's
head came up and he gasped.  Then just as quickly, the pain passed.  He had
only been fucked a few times but he knew that sensation.  It wasn't
comfortable exactly but it wasn't painful either.  It was like his body
didn't know whether he felt good or not.  It definitely felt intense.

	Ben's strokes and his heavy breathing brought him back just to the
edge of reality and Ian went back down on Adam's swollen prick.  He felt
great, incredibly sensual.  The people watching had passed off into the
distance and he was no longer aware them.  His whole mind was occupied by
the dick in his ass and the one in his mouth and to the hard bodies they
were attached to.  He heard someone urge Ben to fuck him hard and Ian
thought that was right.  He wanted to be fucked harder.  By now, he had
lost all hesitancy with Adam's dick and was going to town on it.  His hands
were massaging all over the older boy's hard, lean body.

	His own breathing was growing jagged as the pleasure inside of him
built.  Adam gently pushed his head up and backed away.  By now, Ian had
lost the power of speech it felt so great.  He buried his face in the
carpet and bit his lip.  Wave after wave of sensation washed over him with
each stroke as Ben was fucking him faster, harder and with more urgency.
He felt like he was either going to die or explode.  He knew Ben was close
to.  He felt himself forgetting to breathe as he put one hand on his head,
pulling his hair and the other was furiously stroking his cock.  Then came
the explosion.  It built to a peak and then a wave of extreme ecstasy as he
came.  A few seconds later, the pounding of his ass stopped and Ian
collapsed with Ben's weight on top of him.  Both boys were subsumed with
peace and relief.

	Then he heard the clapping and cheering.  Ben rolled off him and
Ian sat up, still hard.  Guys came up to him and jostled him and rubbed his
hair.  Ian felt happy and proud.  He felt welcome.  He looked around at the
sea of unfamiliar faces and knew that they were his new family.  Then, he
saw a woman that hadn't been there before.  Suddenly scared, Ian grabbed
his jeans to cover himself.

	Adam laughed.  "Don't worry, bro.  That's Miss Melinda.  She does
the cleaning, the cooking, the laundry and the spying for Sam."

	Ian looked at her closely and decided that it wasn't a woman after
all, but a man dressed as a woman.  She seemed to read his thoughts and
said, "Sweetie, the tits are a miracle of science.  The dick I was born
with.  And I've seen plenty of naked boys, particularly around her.  I
brought pizza.  Figured you would be hungry."

	He noticed that neither Ben nor Adam were making any efforts to
dress as the herd moved lustily toward the pizza cartons.  Hands were
pulling at the cartons and slices were being shoved into hungry mouths.

	"And salad boy gets a salad," Miss Melinda said, handing a
container to a slender, olive skin boy with brown curly hair and thick,
sensous lips.  "Come on, honey, you better get in here while there's still
some left."

	"You can have some of my salad" the curly haired boy offered.  "Raw
foods are good for you."

	"Oh, bullshit AJ." Adam said after roughly swallowing.  "You think
you're doing the animals a fucking favor by not eating them.  Cows and pigs
are meant to be eaten.  They made a survival deal with people: we look
after them until we eat them. It sucks for the individual cow or pig but
it's good for all cowkind."

	"It's an old argument" the blond haired guy named Karl said to him.

	"Even Max is eating pizza." Adam interjected.

	"I like pizza," Max said.  He was a solidly built boy about Adam's
age with touseled brown hair. He looked at AJ standing beside him.  "I'm
going to have salad too, A"

	"Keep it up Max.  You're not getting laid tonight."  Karl said.

	AJ ignored him.  "Sam, he's going to need new clothes.  What he
brought is shit."

	"We'll go down to the store in a little while" Sam answered from
the couch area where he was smoking another cigarette.

	"The fashion nazi has spoken," the black guy Thomas said over his
shoulder at Ian.  "You have some jizz on your chin by the way."

	hen the pizza was demolished, the boys headed downstairs en masse.
At the head of the stairs, Sam stopped Adam.

	"I'd like to have his file."

	"It's in my bookbag, I think.  What do you want it for?  It's just
the usual bullshit, just like mine."

	"Adam, when I want you to know something, I'll tell you.  Until
then, you don't need to worry about it. Against my better judgment, you'll
be training him. He's going to need a fair bit of training.  Enthusiasm he
has, technique he doesn't.  Am I right?"

	"Yeah, I'd give him an A for effort. "  Adam answered.  "But his
technique isn't all that bad.  No teeth marks.  Not as good as Karl when he
started, about like Ben.  I don't think he's been fucked as much as Ben
was.  But he's going to be great, a real earner.  Of course, he won't ever
be as good as me."

	"I'm sure he'll take to it like he was born to it."  Sam replied in
a far away sort of tone.  That lasted only a second though.  Then he stared
into Adam's eyes.  "Changing the subject: the kid that you broke his nose,
the one at Javoris's place, do you have a history with him?"

	Adam shook his head in disbelief.  He actually backed up to the
first stair going down, putting himself at a lower level than Sam, who at
6'1" was a few inches taller in any event.  It was like he was
subconsciously putting himself in a weaker and more vulnerable position.
"How did you know about that?"

	"I know everything, Adam.  Do you have a history with him?"

	"He was at Union when I was.  I blew him once and instead of paying
me, he beat the crap out of me.  I paid him back for the ass kicking.  He
still owes me the ten bucks."

	"Well, don't count on collecting."  Sam said, with a dismissive
sneer.  "Turns out he's been stealing from Javoris, which is a pretty
stupid thing to do.  Javoris has made me an offer as a way to make back
some of the money."

	"What kind of offer?"

	"Now you're into the subject of things that are my business, not
yours.  I haven't decided what to do yet.  I was just curious, that's all."
Sam said as he began to go down the stairs.  "Why don't we go down and make
sure our newest boy is decked out for his life as an underage sex worker?"

	"You can count me in, Sam. For whatever it is with Josh.  I fucking
hate his guts."

	Sam turned around on the stairs and looked up at Adam.  "I don't
think so.  You're too soft hearted for this kind of thing."

	"I might surprise you, Sam."

	"You surprise me constantly, Adam.  It is one of the reasons why
you are so good at what you do.  But the most surprising thing is that
you're not really capable of hating, not really hating.  I'll bet that you
hadn't thought about that kid in years and probably would have just let it
go if he hadn't been a homophobic asshole.  Anger you're capable of, God
knows we've seen that plenty of times, but sustained hatred is beyond you.
You're tough without being mean.  And that's the way we're going to leave
it.  You can use your excess energy making sure that Ian is the best whore
he can be, okay?  And, Adam, wild partying until dawn is not part of
training, got it?"

	Adam knew that Josh now faced a death sentence without even getting
a trial and he knew that Sam was likely going to be involved, for reasons
that he couldn't even guess at.  He actually felt sorry for Josh, which
meant that Sam was right about him.  It just reinforced what he all ready
knew about Sam, that he had made millions mostly by being shrewd about
people.  And he knew that the wild partying until dawn, with or without
Ian, wouldn't be held against him.  "What's the point of breaking the law
if you can't have fun while you're doing it?"  Adam said as he bounced past
Sam on the stairs.

	After twenty-five long years in the business, Sam had learned a
lot.  The boys came in three categories.  The first, which included Joe, AJ
and perhaps Max, lacked better options.  They were sexually appealing, or
they wouldn't be Triangle boys, and they were gay, again a requirement but
they had joined because it was the best thing going and stayed with it
reluctantly.  Unfortunately, they weren't the best at it and their earnings
showed it.  Clients would use them just for their looks but they didn't
generate loyal repeat business.  The second included Sam himself but the
best example was Karl.  Money was the driving force, their bodies merely
medium to wealth.  These boys did fine, steady earners because they worked
at it.  But the best ones were the ones who embraced it as a lifestyle.All
three of the best earners – Corey, Thomas and Adam – were this way,
and Ben was shaping up to be too.  Sam wondered where Ian would fall, a
steady earner or a super star.  He had the DNA for either, after all.

	Two thirds of the ground floor was occupied by a fashion store that
catered to young men.  When they got downstairs to the closed store, the
buzz of boys was audible.  It was AJ and Joe mostly who were leading the
charge, holding up pants and shirt combinations for the others to comment
on.  Sam sat back and watched them in action.  There was a fundamental
argument as to whether they should emphasize his thinness or advertise it.
AJ argued that they should pick clothes that showed him off as a thin waif
of a boy.  Surprisingly, Adam agreed.  That decision made, he was sent back
to try clothes on.  Ben was with him, laughing at some joke between the two
of them like instant best friends.

	After they picked out a dozen pants and twice as many shirts, AJ
started accessorizing.  Joe meanwhile decided that he should try on
jackets.

	"That'll be your signature look, jacket and t shirt.  You'll be
bitching hot."  Joe told him to Ian's evident pleasure.

	As AJ was picking out various things and several others were
arguing over what kind of underwear would be best, Sam noticed that he was
eyeing a necklace in the jewelry case.  It had silver links with amethysts,
a very pretty piece of jewelry.

	"Do you want it?"  Sam asked.

	"I can't.  It's too expensive. It's almost $300" Ian answered
ruefully.

	Sam went behind the counter and unlocked the case.  He handed the
necklace to him.  "We own the store."

	Ian grinned broadly.  "Thanks".  The boy felt like a king, felt
special for the first time in his life.

	They actually rang up the merchandise and Sam put almost 3000
dollars in the till.  They had to things like that sometimes in order to
launder the money they made illegally.  That done, the boys roared back
upstairs to dress for Ian's big night.  By now, he was dizzy with the
sudden turn that his life had taken and was just going with the flow,
enjoying it.  At the top of the stairs, Adam explained the living
arrangements, while Ben listened in.  On the third floor, the main loft
itself took up a little more than half of the total space.  On the other
side of a load bearing wall was essentially another loft.

	"Okay, in the main one, AJ and Max have the big bedroom up front
since they're a couple.  Ben used to have the other bedroom but he's moving
to the spare over on the other side.  His old one will be yours eventually.
The kitchen, the living room and the office are over there.  On this side
is the work-out space and the game area.  Max has one of the front bedrooms
and I have the back.  For now, you're going to share with me at least until
everything gets sorted out.  Everybody else lives other places, around.
The Under 18's live here."  Adam told him as the stood in the small
corridor outside of the second, slightly smaller loft.  There were two
doors in that corridor but Ian didn't really notice the other one.

	"Is that cool, having to share?"

	"Yeah, because I don't sleep there that much.  With clients, you
stay on the second floor and that's two, three, four times a week,
sometimes more.  I spend some time at Thomas and Joe's place.  But, here's
the thing.  If you're tired or whatever and just want to be left the fuck
alone, you have a place that you can close the door and be left alone.  Or
if you want to fuck.  But up here is just us.  No clients and no
civilians. We have a place on Oglethorpe Square that we take civilians.
The rule with a civilian is that it's cool sometimes but not all the time.
For one thing, you're going to be a lot better in bed than they are and
another is that you're never going to be boyfriend material.  We're whores.
We fuck for fun or we fuck for money.  Fucking for love, that shit don't
work.  We can figure out the closet space tomorrow anyway.  We all got shit
stashed in various places anyway. Some on the second floor, some in the
office, you name it."

	"Wow, okay.  This is a lot coming at me at once."  Ian said.
"Where does Sam sleep?"

	"He's got a place a few blocks away.  We have his place and another
one over there.  That one is where we take civilians. We actually own a bit
of real estate if you want to know the truth."

	"So there's no adults, not even Miss ..."

	"Melinda.  She leaves after dinner.  At night, it's just us."

	 "It's gay boy heaven." Ben added.

	A thought went through Ian's mind: yesterday he slept at a place
where they didn't even want a boy to jack off.  They made it so that it was
hard to do because there was no privacy.  And there were a lot of rules.
Tonight, he would be sleeping some place where he would be doing a lot more
than jacking off. Plus, it was a place where pot and booze were out in the
open and it seemed like if he wanted it, he could have it.  He probably
wouldn't have any more privacy here than there but he was more free.  They
had a lot of rules too, but their rules made sense.  Ben was right: this
was gay boy heaven.  Only one thing would make it perfect and that was if
Ethan was with him.  As great as everything was, he missed his brother.

	They took Ian down to the bar in the basement, where the weeknight
rush was just beginning.  Once again, they entered through the back
entrance, though a door secured with a keypad.  The lighting was subdued
and air shook with the sounds of disco music.  Up on a raised dance floor,
there were a couple of men dancing with each other.  Ian looked around in
some awe, drinking in the experience.  For the first time in his young
life, he was in a real life bar.  Adam dragged him toward the bar, past
grown men flirting and college students cruising.  At the bar, Adam
signaled for a tall Latino man dressed in a wife beater.

	"Carlos, this is Ian.  He's the new boy.  Carlos is one of us, back
in the day.  Can you make him something fruity, a real fag drink.  Like a
strawberry daiquiri.  I just want a coke."

	"I can take a coke, too."

	"No, little man.  This is your celebration," Carlos told him.  "A
night for forbidden fruit.  One daiquiri coming up.  And one coca-cola for
the pussy."

	"Fuck you."  Adam said, holding up his middle finger, but without
menace.

	Retrieving their drinks, they went back to a large booth at the far
end of the bar near where they came in. It was a vantage point where they
could see everything that happened in nearly the entire bar but was about
the most private place there. As they went, Ian passed behind a man talking
with Sam.  The man seemed upset and wanted to know from Sam if he thought
that whatever was a good idea.  Sam had just told him that the boys had
decided.  The man didn't like that answer, snapping back that they didn't
know the whole story.  In a few minutes, the boys came back one or two at a
time with drinks.  They crowded in the booth and started talking, mostly
joking around with each other with mild insults.  Sam brought the man he
had been talking to over and the boys all greeted him as Brandon or Brand.

	"Ian, this is Brandon.  He takes care of things on the second
floor," Sam said. "You'll be seeing a lot of him."

	"And a man who has seen it all and done it all" blonde haired Joe
said, with a tip of his glass.

	"It's been a few years.  Welcome to the gang. I'm sure you'll get
the hang of it."  Brandon said as he sat down.  "If Ben is still the scut
monkey for one more night, then he can get off his cute little ass and get
me a beer."

	"Scut monkey?"  Ian asked.  He didn't get the reference and was
suddenly aware that there was a lot of things that he didn't know anything
about.  He was like a kid starting a new school, not knowing anything.  It
was scary but exciting.

	"The youngest and newest boy is the scut monkey and gets the
shittiest jobs.  It's been Ben for the last year, now he gets to move up
the food chain."

	"I think the less that young boys are at the bar, the better."  Sam
announced.  "I think we ought to move the party back upstairs. "

	"Yeah, besides we can't baptize him down here. "  Thomas said,
punching his roommate Joe in the arm playfully.

	"Baptize?"  Ian asked as Adam groaned loudly.

	"We don't have to go there."  Sam said quickly.

	Thomas ignored him.  "This is a funny story.  Sam brought me back
from Cali five years ago.  So, I thought, you know, fourteen is pretty
young.  But there is Adam all ready living there.  He's this short little
kid, high pitched voice, hairless little fucker.  He was like, 11."

	"Almost 12," Adam corrected him.

	"So, yeah almost twelve.  And he's all ready working.  But he won't
do anal, just blowjobs."

	"He'd gotten raped before.  That's why."  Joe piped in defending
him.

	Thomas ignored the interruption. "So we aren't charging the full
fare, only like $250 a pop.  But the kid has got them lined up.  It was
like come home from school and blow a couple of guys. Then have dinner, do
his homework, blow a couple more. It was an assembly line.  It was every
fucking day.  I bet Gil was dropping a grand a week by himself."

	"Gil is the judge from today.  He's a regular client" Adam
explained.

	"But he didn't do anything with anybody else, except that he had
this huge crush on Joe."

	"And who wouldn't?"  Adam interjected.

	"Except Joe was a scrawny, geeky little shit back then." Brandon
added.  "Not the filled out piece of man meat that he is now."

	"So, like a year passed and little Adam begins to grow.  Things
begin to happen down there. Getting taller.  So, he comes home one day,
puts down his books and announces that he thinks that he might be gay.
Which is, you know, shocking news considering that he's basically got
standing dates with half of the Oglethorpe Club.  And the thing that
brought this brilliant insight is that he saw some eighth grader's willy in
PE class and got turned on."

	"Actually just his pubes but he was hotter than fucking hell," Adam
said, leaned back in the booth, enjoying being the center of attention.

	Just then another brown haired guy in his early twenties came up
the booth.  The guys lustily called out his name, Corey.  "I'm working, so
I can't hang with you little man.  But welcome.  You telling him the
baptism story?  It's too cool.  `I think I might be gay.'  I was like what
gave you first fucking clue, dude?  Was it the hundredth blow job or the
ten thousandth?"

	Sam scanned the room.  "There's a client cruising the civilians."

	Corey shrugged. "Hey, gotta go.  Just let me know when you're ready
to do it with the best.  I'll teach all my tricks."

	Thomas snorted in disgust. "Anyway, it turns out that he's been
keeping his gayness a secret now for a couple of weeks.  In the meantime,
he's started fooling around with another kid, a seventh grader who was a
total flamer, so he's decided to come out of the closet.  So, he wants Joe
to fuck him, to take his cherry. Well, not exactly his cherry but, I don't
know, he wanted Joe to fuck him."

	"The only guy I'd pay to have sex with" Adam said.

	"You'd pay Max."  AJ chimed in.  Max just smiled and nodded.

	"That's because he won't do it for free.  For free, he's a one dick
man."

	"Don't forget it, either."  AJ said, snuggling up a little with his
boyfriend.

	" So, after that, he decides that there should be this ceremony, a
baptism, as he enters his new life as a fag," Thomas continued.  " But he
wants to be baptized in cum.  So he's in the middle of the floor.  We all
take turns- we fuck him, he sucks us, we all cum on him.  He's the happiest
little queer you ever saw.  So, it kind of became a tradition for the new
guy to get baptized.  Shit, even Max and AJ did it."

	"And you don't have to."  Sam said.

	" It's my celebration, right?  I get to decide?"  Ian asked and the
boys all agreed that it was.  "Well, I'd like another daiquiri, and maybe
some of that pot and then get covered in cum.  It sounds like fun."

	The daiquiri went into a to go cup and the bong hits upstairs took
a few minutes but before long the couches had been moved back and plastic
put on the floor, at the insistence of Miss Melinda who declared that she
would not be cleaning up otherwise.  Ian was kneeling on the floor
surrounded by boys, ranging from 14 to 21, all naked and erect.  Sam had
left them at it.

	Like Adam and Ben, Thomas was uncut.  He had broad shoulders, a
narrow waist and big, thick tool.  He shoved the black sausage into the
boy's throat, choking him.  Max and AJ stood off to the side together,
stroking themselves and watching.  Ian coughed but gamely took the big
black cock in deep.  Karl swatted his ass hard.

	"Face fuck him, Thomas," Karl sneered, massaging his ass cheeks.
"I'm going for the hole"

	Ian was on his hands and knees.  Karl split open his ass checks and
rammed his tongue in his hole. Ian gasped, pulled off of Thomas's dick.
NObody had ever done that before.  It felt so amazing. BUt there was a big
beautiful hot dick in his face and Ian jumped back on it.  Karl rimmed him
and Ian definitely loved it but he concentrated on the dick in front of
him.  Thomas shoved it into his throat, making Ian gag just a little bit
but Thomas didn;t care.  He kept feeding him and Ian kept taking it.  Then
the sensation in his ass stopped.  He heard a condom pack being opened and
Ian instinctively stuck his ass up in the air to take it. Karl rolled out
the condom onto his hard prick, down to the blonde pubes. greased his pole,
slid on a condom and then mounted the boy up.  He slid his prick slowly all
the way in.

	Ian gasped.  It felt good.  He knew at that moment that he was a
natural bottom, one that loved being penetrated.  The fullness of it felt
good.  But he had to remember to keep sucking on Thomas's beautiful dick --
mostly the boy was the color of chocolate milk but his dick was darker,
like a candy bar, but the head was flaming cherry red. He sucked it as good
as he could, gagging more than he wanted, even almost throwing up.

	Thomas pulled out, still hard, and waved his dick at Adam.  "Wanna
taste?"

	Adam laughed.  "Sure"

	As Adam serviced Thomas, Joe stepped in to take Thomas's
place. Joe, blonde, blue eyed, muscled, was hard on producing for any gay
boy but his dick wasn't as big as Thomas's and Ian handled it better, even
as Karl continued to plow him.  It was great, just being able to be sexual
freely, to be queer freely, to do with all these hot guys, it was a dream
come true. Better than a dream, better than he could have hoped for.  He
didn't want to disappoint.  He wanted to be a good lay.  Karl seemed to
like it, he was grunting hard enough.  Ian liked it too.  He was hard and
felt incredibly tingly down there, waves of pleasure with each stroke.  The
strokes were coming faster and faster.  Then Karl pulled out, ripped off
his condom, jerked himself hard and unloaded on Ian's back.

	He continued to suck Joe. Joe was patient, gently massaging his
younger lover head and shoulders and back as he fellated the older boy.
Then Ian felt another dick slide up his ass.  It had to be Ben.  AJ and Max
were making out together and Adam was servicing Thomas.  Ben, his new
friend, was violating him.  Somewhere in his mind, it seemed like Ben was
boyfriend material, trim and compact and gorgeous with bright blue eyes and
light brown hair, nearly his age while Adam like an older god like figure,
the one he dreamed of being like.  He was glad Ben was fucking him.  He
wanted Ben to fuck him many, many more times.  And he seemed to know how.

	Thomas was in front of his face. "I got a load for ya" he said as
he jerked.

	Ian came off of Joe's dick and stuck out his tongue.  Thomas
masturbated himself a bit, jerked out the last little bit, sending out a
big plop of white cream that hit him squarely on the face and then a steady
dribble that hit him on the tongue.  It was slightly salty and slightly
acrid tasting.  Joe put his dick back in Ian's mouth.  Ian wiggled his ass,
wanting as much pleasure from Ben as he could get.

	Joe was beginning to feel it a bit too.  He was breathing heavily,
ramming it in, face fucking him.  Then he pulled out and jacked off on him.
Ian's face and hair caught most of it.