Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2017 12:38:41 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triangle Boys Chapter 7

			       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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						SEVEN



	The second floor was arranged much as the third was.  There was a
larger loft on the right hand side.  On the third floor this contained
three bedrooms, an office, the kitchen, and a large dormitory style
bathroom and a smaller bathroom.  On the second, there were 4 bedrooms, no
kitchen and each bedroom had its own small bath.  The smaller loft on the
left had two bedrooms up front and a work out area on both floors.
However, on the second floor the area taken up by the game area and Adam's
bedroom on the third floor was a large kitchen.  There Brandon held court.
After retiring from the life, he had used his earnings to pay for culinary
school.  But then, he came back after a stint as a line cook in New York to
run the hotel portion of their business and cook the meals.  He ran it
well, like a five star hotel.  It was immaculately clean and tastefully,
even expensively appointed.

	Adam and Ian went into the larger loft which had the spacious
sitting space.  Sitting on the couches were two men, one in his forties and
the other in his fifties.  Adam greeted the younger man familiarly, but Ian
knew this man, named Davis, was here to see Thomas.  Ian also noticed that
Davis was checking him out closely.  Adam, though, turned his attention to
the older man.

	"Jean-Claude, welcome back," Adam said, kissing him on the cheeks
in the European way.

	"My dear Adam.  I have a gift for you."

	"You know I like presents.  But I have a favor to ask you."

	"May I hope that it involves the young man you have with you? Or am
I luckless?" Jean-Claude bantered.

	"Jean-Claude, this is Ian.  He's new and we're still training him
but he needs a trial run before we turn him loose.  I was hoping he could
join us, free of charge of course.  It's part of his education."

	Jean-Claude smiled.  "Buy one, get one free as you would say.
Well, he is a beautiful boy and you know that I am partial to beautiful
boys.  Particularly if I can assist in their sexual education. But there is
the matter of the gift.  Fortunately, I brought two bottles of absinthe.
You had mentioned on my last visit how you wanted to try it."

	"Now that was nice of you, very thoughtful."  Adam replied,
genuinely pleased.  He turned to explain to Ian.  "Absinthe was huge in the
late 1800's.  All of the big French artists drank it regularly – Degas,
Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec.  Poets too, like Rimbaud.  Supposedly it was
psychoactive and make you go crazy.  So they made it illegal because they
don't want you to have any fun at all.  Still is illegal in the US but you
can get it in Europe.  Did you bring the glasses and everything?"

	Adam went excitedly to get sugar cubes and cold bottled water.  Ian
stayed behind and just stood there awkwardly, not having anything to say.
He knew he should be charming and witty but he just tongue-tied and shy.
Soon, Adam came rushing back and his enthusiasm was infectious, removing
any strain from Ian's shyness.

	"You have to louche it with water," Adam explained, taking the
glasses and a small, slotted spoon away from the older, more experienced
man, who just shrugged and enjoyed the boyish enthusiasm.  Adam poured the
pale green liquor in the glass and put the spoon carefully across the top
with a sugar cube on it.  Then he poured the water over the spoon and
sugar.  Instantly, the liquid turned a very pale and quite milky color.  He
gave that one to Jean-Claude and made one for him and Ian.  After taking a
nice sip and then grinning broadly, he handed the glass to Ian.  Ian wasn't
so sure he wanted to drink it mostly because of the going crazy part of
Adam's explanation.  Figuring out a way around it, he softly mentioned
Adam's talk about not drinking with clients.

	"There are exceptions to every rule.  I am the exception to most
rules.  Go on.  It tastes a lot like ouzo.  Like licorice.  Hey, did they
use absinthe as an aperitif like ouzo is?"

	"I don't know.  But I am hungry.  I wonder what delights Brandon
has concocted?"

	"He didn't make anything for you," Adam said bluntly, taking the
glass back from Ian and taking another sip.  "I know how you like all
things American, so I figured we would get ...barbecue."

	"Barbecue?" Jean-Claude asked.  Ian was a little surprised too.  He
was told that Brandon made the dinners.  It didn't occur to him that the
boy could change the routine.

	"The great American food.  If you wanted French food, you would
have stayed in Paris.  There is nothing quite like barbecue.  Actually,
we're in kind of cross-roads for two great barbecue traditions.  Anything
north of here, they have a mustard based sauce and hash over rice. until
you get to eastern North Carolina and that is vinegar based.  Anything
south, they have a tomato sauce and Brunswick stew.  You can get the
mustard sauce at like Johnny Harris, and it's good, but I am going to take
you to the best barbecue in town, probably the best in the southeast."

	He had parked his Mazda about half a block from the building on
Broughton.  Jean Claude got in back, Ian holding the door, as if he were in
limousine and then Ian jumped in front.  He roared off down Broughton and
took a quick right onto Whitaker.  Ian asked if they were going to
Southside to get it, since Whitaker was the quick way out of downtown.
Adam was aghast and told him that they were going to Wall's but Ian didn't
know where that was.  As they past the back of the main post office, Adam
turned onto narrow York street.  A block later, they were passing on the
south side of Wright Square with its large rock monument to the Indian
chief Tomochichi.  Adam began to regale Jean-Claude in a story about him
and Thomas getting drunk at a party nearby where they had too much Chatham
Artillery Punch and ended up pissing on Tomochichi's rock.  They were
passing by Oglethorpe Square when Adam began explaining the recipe for the
punch.  Jean-Claude just listened with bemusement and asked the occasional
question to keep the verbal waterfall flowing.  They were passing Greene
Square as Adam was instructing the Frenchman on the virtues of sweet iced
tea versus unsweetened.  At Greene Square, they turned onto Houston and
then down an alley, parking in front of a little shack.

	Walls BBQ was small, with a tiny service window and a small, dining
room that wasn't air conditioned.  The three of them stood there
contemplating their choices, or more accurately their choice of sides.
Adam had decided on pulled pork for the meat.  Just then, a very petite
elderly black woman came into the open kitchen and began to upbraid one of
the black males cooking.  He was apparently cutting the cornbread squares
to large.  With the general hullabaloo, a fat black woman who had been
fanning herself in the dining room bestirred and waddled in the kitchen to
referee.  Unbelievably the small woman was her mother and had a lightening
tongue.  There was a three sided round robin on the subject of who had told
whom to do what and how to do it, which ended with the black man getting
swatted on the hands with a spatula. Then the old lady turned to the girl
trying to dish out the to go containers around the melee.

	"Taquanda, you've got to give the skinny white boy more than that.
Boys that age eat their weight in food every meal.  That little bit and
he'll be pestering his poor daddy there for more.  And give them a piece of
pie.  One for the pretty white boy and one for the skinny one too, because
you know how little brother's can be jealous."

	Getting their dinners, they headed back outside.  "You could sell
tickets" Adam said grinning.

	Ian was wiggling into the back seat.  "I'm not as skinny as she
made out."

	"Yeah, you are."  Adam answered, cranking the car and roaring down
the alley.  "You're what – 120 pounds?  Everything he eats goes to dick.
Wait until you see that mother fucker, it's a monster.  Jean-Claude, I
don't care if you both fuck me but you've got to go first.  I'll need some
stretching out. "

	"I look forward to doing more than looking at it."  Jean-Claude
turned slightly in his seat.  "You're not a virgin, I take it."

	"No"

	"Ah, pity.  One so seldom gets the privilege of taking a young
man's innocence from him.  Still, it is understandable.  There is no
particular reason a boy of 13 should remain pure in body since they are
clearly not pure of heart.  One can only imagine the sordid thoughts that
go through your mind."

	Ian leaned forward.  "I'm wondering if you're uncircumcised too.
Probably are and I'm wanting uncut dick a lot lately.  And I'm thinking
about how this all plays out.  Do I get to top? Do I get to bottom?  Either
way is cool.  Basically, I can't wait to get started."

	"I believe the pupil may yet outstrip the master. "

	After dinner, they found themselves in the bedroom.  It wasn't the
urgent sort of lovemaking that Ian had known but much more languid.
Jean-Claude wanted to admire the boys at each stage of undressing.  By the
time, the boys were naked Ian was hard, his pride pointing nearly skyward.

	"It is impressive but I think mostly because of his smaller frame,
Adam.  I would judge you to be nearly the same size but your younger friend
likely has more growing to do.  Come, lay on the bed.  I believe that you
require a bit of servicing."

	Ian jumped on the bed.  Truthfully, he was more turned on by Adam
than Jean-Claude who was fairly fit for a man his age but the hair on his
chest had grayed and his skin had leathered.  But he was beginning to
stiffen, the bright pink head beginning to push out past the foreskin.
Jean-Claude was experienced in the arts of pleasuring boys and men, which
showed as he teased Ian with his tongue.  He didn't dive right for it, but
tickled the shaft with short swipes of tongue and soft, playful bites.  Ian
had always been told to look out for his teeth, so he was surprised when he
felt Jean-Claude's teeth lightly touch the skin. One hand gently rubbed the
hair on his legs.  As Jean-Claude tended his prick, Adam got between his
legs and took care of his balls.  He sighed at the perfect pleasure of it.

	Ian looked down and saw the Frenchman to be fully erect.  Stopping
him from his work, Ian rolled over and began to suck the older man.  Adam
crawled over him and lay next to Jean-Claude, kissing him and then sucking
on his nipples.  Ian thought to himself that he probably should have rolled
into his arms and kissed him before journeying southward but Jean-Claude
didn't push him off either.  Instead, he pushed his hips forward, pushing
his dick further into Ian's mouth.  Ian was surprised to find himself
growing very horny just by sucking off an older man.  Suddenly he realized
the power that he had, to give or withhold the pleasure that this man had
come all the way from Europe to get and was spending lots of money for.
That was when he understood what Ben had told him a few days before.  Ian
had asked several people, including Adam, how they dealt with sleeping with
a client that they were attracted to.  Karl had said that he just closed
his eyes and thought about the money.  Adam had given a long answer about
trying to find something about the client that attracted him, if not
physically then something else.  But Ben had said that being desired turned
him on, seeing the lust in the eyes when they touched him.  Now it made
since.

	The oral session lasted much longer that Ian thought it would.
Several times, he and Adam had switched places, Ian going up to kiss and be
masturbated.  Several times, too, they had just laid together, the three of
them, kissing and touching, almost taking a break.  Usually, Ian was so
horny that he just wanted to get to the fucking but Jean-Claude was content
to spend a long time at a lower level of pleasure, milking it.  Finally,
Ian found himself hot and sweaty, smelling his own musky odor, intermingled
with the other two.  He gasped in a big lungful of air to cool down.

	"It appears our young friend is beginning to feel a nearly
uncontrollable urge," Jean-Claude said, looking at Adam.  "I hope that you
will not be insulted if I bugger him first?"

	"If I were you, I wouldn't be gentle.  He's going to cum pretty
soon."  Adam answered.

	Ian got on his knees and stuck his ass in the air, burying his face
in the bed.  By now he was horny beyond almost all belief.  Silently, he
was almost begging for the relief of orgasm.  The sensation was
indescribable as Jean-Claude penetrated him.  In that split seconds of pain
and joy, he was sure he would die of unexploded passion in a second more.
He put his hands in hair, rubbing madly and then pulling on his hair, in a
wild gesture.  He gasped for air and groaned, unable to speak or even to
think about anything beyond overwhelming sensation down there.  He sensed
himself unable to breath and then, suddenly, glorious relief as he shot
ropes of cum in spurt after spurt.  He sank to the bed, spent and
exhausted.

	Adam reached over and rubbed the crown of his head.  Then he softly
kissed him on the cheek.  Whether approval or pride or love, Ian didn't
know.  He rolled over and saw Jean-Claude putting a fresh condom, still
hard.  He smiled and nodded at the boy, who was feeling pride and
satisfaction in himself.  Then he laid next to Adam and penetrated him from
behind in the spoon position.  The man had not been gentle with him.  With
the wisdom of age, he knew that the boy just needed to get off and so he
had almost roughly jabbed at his prostate.  But with Adam, he fucked him
slowly and gently, caressing his smooth hard body as he did it.  It was
almost loving.  Ian realized that his hero was in his preferred element and
he sat on bed watching him get ravished.  He had a radiant beauty at that
moment, a look of pure satisfaction.

	Adam put a hand on Jean-Claude's ass to push him in harder.  But
the man gave him long slow strokes.  As he fucked, Jean-Claude had one hand
on Adam swollen dick, stroking him.  Adam twitched his head, closed his
eyes tightly and sighed, "Fuck me harder."

	By now, Ian had recovered and again was hard.  He began to rub
himself.  When Adam opened his eyes, he reached out to stop him.  "No,
baby.  Don't be selfish" he whispered.  Ian realized that as hot as seeing
Adam get fucked was, they were there for the client's pleasure not their
own, at least not their own only.

	Jean-Claude was surrendering to his own passion and it was steadily
becoming less gentle and tender.  The man had a look of intense
concentration on his face as his strokes got shorter and harder, as he
shoved further into Adam's ass.  Putting his hand on the boy's hip, Adam
took over jacking himself hard.  It was beginning to get animalistic,
primitive.  Ian looked at Adam's almost contorted face as he threw his head
back onto Jean-Claude's shoulder.  He was gasping now as his lover was
grunting with each stab inward.  Adam was swiveling his hips, trying
desperately to get Jean-Claude even further into him.  The response was
even harder and faster.  Then Adam cried out as a big gob of jizz flew from
his penis, splattering his chest.  Jean-Claude exhaled and fucked him
harder.  Adam looked wild-eyed and was exhaling in little puffs, muttering
"oh my God."  Then, with a loud grunt, Jean-Claude held him tightly, the
muscles in arms in stark relief, as he filled the condom.  Pulling out,
they kissed and touched, held each other as they tried to catch their
breathes.

	"It was lovely, as always."  Jean-Claude murmured.

	"Thank you."  Adam replied.

	Ian awoke to the aroma of coffee.  Groggy, he turned over in bed to
stretch and yawn before realizing that he was alone.  Jean-Claude was
standing over him with a steaming cup.  Sitting up, Ian pulled the
comforter over him, covering his nakedness.  He knew it was a silly gesture
of modesty since they had slept together but he did it anyway.  "Where's
Adam?"  he asked sleepily.

	"He went running.  Like a master craftsman, he keeps his tools
well-maintained.  He told me to let you sleep since it is Saturday.
According to him, you are a championship sleeper."

	Ian drank the hot coffee slowly even though he didn't really like
the bitter taste of it.  Jean-Claude sat beside him and lightly rubbed his
leg as he continued, "I think you did well on your final exam.  Passed with
distinction.  But I am wondering: do you get a graduation ceremony?  That
would be a pleasure to attend."

	"You know, I don't know.  They'll probably just tell me to go to
work.  But it was the most fun I ever had taking a test.  That's for damn
sure."  Ian yawned and stretched out the cobwebs some more.  The coffee
seemed to be helping get him awake.  "Are you staying here again tonight?"

	"Yes.  I had given careful thought and decided that for my three
nights, I would start with Adam, who is the most skillful of the boys in
the age range I prefer.  Then tonight with Karl and finish with the boy I
desire the most, Ben.  I am afraid that I am partial to very young boys.
You were a welcome surprise.  Next time around, I shall have to change the
bill of fare to include you.  Sadly, Adam shares the fate of all boys in
that he really is no longer a boy.  You, on the other hand, are a very
lovely boy.  Ben, of course, is at that most delicious stage of ripeness."

	"He's way hot," Ian agreed.  "But Adam is too.  And he's really
good."

	"Ah, a magician.  Very sensual.  But a man must pursue the prey
that really interests him, no?  It has been that way before.  Thomas was a
favorite before him, for instance.  He is like a wild, uncaged animal in
bed.  Very inventive.  But, alas, he has outgrown me.  I have been coming
here nearly 17 years and there have been many boys, perhaps not quite as
lovely as you, and they have all been good in their own way.  Austin was
the first, Brandon, Daniel, Carlos, Justin.  He was older but there was
something about him, very much like Adam in fact.  An irrepressible
sexuality. And Joe, of course.  Max and AJ too."

	Ian's ears pricked up with the name Justin.  It had been his
mother's boyfriend's name, the boy she was living with that had been
killed.  Her grief over his death probably lead to her suicide.  "I don't
know Justin."

	"Hmm, no.  I don't know what happened, he stopped working 10 years
ago or more even.  As I say, he was older and I prefer boys that are just
reaching their prime."