Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 19:34:20 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triangle Boys Chapter 9

			       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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				   NINE


	Ian had mentioned what Jean-Claude had said about a boy named
Justin to both Adam and Ben but neither one of them thought it was
interesting that he had a sort of stepfather by that name.  Both had
thought that Justin was a pretty common name.  Ian, though, thought
differently.  He thought the Justin that had worked for Triangle was the
same one that had been his mother's boyfriend and Ethan's father.  For
Ethan's sake, he wanted to find out for sure and learn about this guy.

	The truth was that he was thinking about Ethan more and more.  He
missed him more and more.  Since they were very young, since his mother had
killed herself when he was in the fourth grade, Ethan had been the one true
love of his life, the one indispensable person in his life.  The fact that
they had been physically intimate may cause other people to be disgusted
but for them it was right.  It wasn't that he was unhappy where he was, far
from it.  He had never been happier.  He was free to be who he was, at
least on the third floor.  Having sex with men for money was nothing.  He
couldn't even say it was a small price to pay because he didn't think he
was having to pay a price.  What made it better was that neither Adam nor
Ben seemed to have a problem with him having a physical relationship with
his brother.  They just accepted it and welcomed him in.  Sometimes,
oftentimes in fact, Ian would go to sleep with the fantasy in his head that
he and Ethan would join Adam and Ben in some sort of four way, group
relationship.

	Ian was getting changed for a promised Saturday night, welcome to
work world celebration when Adam busted in, grabbed him from behind and put
his hands over Ian's eyes.  "It's Saturday night.  Do you know where your
prostitutes are?"  Adam joked.

	 Ben busted him behind him and jumped on the bed as Adam pushed Ian
that way.  Ben had a shit eating grin on his face.

	 "You, little fucker, are about to have your whole world turned
inside out.  Benjamin and I are going to be your guides for a walk on the
weird side.  And as the wise man said: when the going gets weird, the weird
turn pro."

	"I don't think he knows what you're talking about," Ben said
helpfully.  "We have some Molly with your name on it."

	"Do I want to do that?"

	"Definitely.  It's awesome.  Beyond awesome."  Ben said.  "Life
changing.  And all three of us together."

	"Should I be scared?"

	"Fear is just another word for ignorance," Adam exclaimed.  "We're
going to the civilian apartment. Nice setting with your two best friends."

	The civilian apartment was on Abercorn at Oglethorpe square. It was
in the back, facing Abercorn and not the square itself, where the carriage
house would have been.  They walked there instead of driving since it was
only about 4 blocks down and a couple up, across the square and past the
Owens-Thomas house.  Interior was more like the third floor lofts than any
of the client spaces, like 2nd floor or the house on Hall Street or the
condo on Tybee, more like a frat house than a page from Architectural
Digest.  Adam sank into the sofa and pulled out three small baggies of
brownish crystals and a small baggie with 3 blue football shaped pills.

	"Well, Baby Boy, time to dose" Adam said with a wicked grin.  "But
you are going to want to take some of the little blue pill too because the
Molly makes your dick soft"

	"Are we having sex with it?" Ian asked

	"Yeah, sure" Ben said.  "Why not?"

	Adam swallowed both the crystal and the Viagra.  "Baby, I want to
cum every single day.  I want to fuck every day.  Tonight, I'm doing it
with a pair of hot boys instead of old men.  Do you trust me?"

	"Yeah" Ian said.  He did.  He didn't think Adam would hurt him.

	Adam patted his lap and Ian, smiling, climbed on his lap, facing
him.  Adam gave him the Viagra first, which Ian swallowed with his spit and
then the molly.  Then Ben took his.

	"YOu may come up hard but it's cool," Adam said.

	It actually didn't take long for it to seem that the colors and
shapes of things were more vibrant and he felt a little surge of energy.
Adam gave him a bottle of water and told him it was important to stay
hydrated.  But then, very quickly, Ian began to know that it was working,
no denying it.  He was super aware of everything around him, every color,
every smell, every shape, every texture.  He felt wired and energetic,
wanting desperately to move and to talk and to just ... do.  In fact, it
was a bit harsh and abrupt how fast he came up and Ian worried that it
would get worse.

	"It's all good, baby brother" Adam said rubbing his hands under
Ian's shirt, his hands on the bare skin, as Ian sat on his lap.  "All will
be right with the world.  It'll smooth out"

	Ben was chattering away, talking about clients and school.  Adam,
surprisingly, was quiet, listening. Ian wanted to talk but didn't have
anything to add and he didn't want to stop Ben.  He felt so in love with
both of them that he wanted them to love him and he wanted the connection.
He wanted to tell them that but didn't know how.

	"We meed to go dancing" Adam said, suddenly.  He stood up and Ian
slide off his lap. "Club Hellfire.  Whatta you think?"

	"Sam might get pissed" Ben said.

	"Nah" Adam shrugged it off. "Let's walk"

	It is a grid pattern downtown but nothing is easy, between the
lanes and the streets and the squares.  They headed out, the night sky
shielded by the thick oaks of Oglethorpe east down Presidents Street to
Wright square.  The old Courhouse is across from the southwest corner,
facing Tomochichi's rock.  They sprinted into the square, laughing and
joking, through the trees and then down Bull Street.  They crossed
Broughton just down from the lofts headed toward Johnson Square.  The big
fountain they dye green on St Patty's is there.  Then down St Julian to
Ellis Square, broad and open, they did virtually jumping on top of each
other, pushing and laughing.  Beyond that is City Market, crowded with
shoppers and diners.  The boys were young and making themselves a nuisance
as they flowed through the crowds.  Club Hellfire, rainbow flags flying, is
on the edge of Franklin Square in an old building from before the Civil
War.  They couldn't get in the front -- 13, 14 and 16 is too young -- but
they could the back.  Triangle owned it.  Sam and Carlos ran it, just like
the smaller bar downstairs from the loft.  They have the code.

	Sam was in the service bar area.  All three came up short and
stopped when they saw him, briefly tried to act sober and then broke out in
laughter.

	"Molly or something else?"

	Adam laughed.  "MOlly"

	"What's the plan?"

	"Dance a little, go back to York St and fuck a little"

	"Water, no booze.  When you're ready, text me and I will take back
or Brand will, okay"

	Adam nodded.  Ian looked from one to the other.  "You're not
pissed?" Ian asked.

	Sam shook his head.  "I just don't want you arrested.  Everybody
parties some."

	The crowd wasn't huge but it was young, mostly art students and a
few tourists checking out a gay dance club.  Shirtless boys on the dance
floor, moving and gyrating to an insistent electronic beat as the light
show swirled around them. Ian was momentarily transfixed by that but was
pulled into the action on the dance floor by Adam and Ben. For as long as
the music held out, they danced, crushed up against each other, getting
sweaty as they did it.  They groped each other and got groped and they
laughed and moved.  It was the right thing to do. Ian had so much energy,
so much life that it was pouring out of his very pores.  The song ended and
another, very similar to the first, started and they danced to that.

	Adam made them drink water.  They humored him but Ian didn't really
feel thirsty.  He did feel open and warm and at peace.  Plus he wanted to
dance.  So he drug Adam back out.

	After a while, the trio of them together on the dance floor,
sweating, Adam whispered something to Ben and then whispered to Ian, "Wanna
fuck?"

	Suddenly, Ian did. He desperately wanted to be touched by them.  He
wanted it more than anything.  Adam took out his phone and tapped out a
text.  They wanted for the ride outside in Franklin Square, laughing and
pointing out the tourists coming and going at City Market late on a
Friday. A gray crew cab truck came down Montgomery around the square.  Adam
waved him on and it stopped on the other side, heading back up Montgomery.
Ben won the race and rode shotgun, Adam and Ian in the back.

	"Hey Brand" Adam said

	"Fuckhead. Having a good time?"

	"Yeah" Ben said eagerly.

	"Okay" Brandon said as he took off, past the Civic Center and onto
Liberty.

	It was a short drive, hardly worth the trouble but Adam knew Sam
meant it.  No arrests. No awkward questions. Ian was snuggling up against
Adam as they drove.

	"I love you" Ian said

	"It's the Molly"

	"No, I mean it" Ian said, searching into his eyes.  "You and Ben.
I love being with you.  I wish it were like this all the time.  I miss
Ethan, I miss my brother. It would be perfect if he were here but I love
being with you guys. It's the best"

	Adam looked at him.  "It's the molly"

	"YOu think I don't love you but I do, just like I do Ethan."

	Adam lay on the bed in the civilian apartment, naked and erect as
both Ian and Ben, still in their underwear, snuggled and rubbed against him
on either side. It wasn't vanity.  He was their hero.  The model of a boy
in the life.  Physically perfect in every way, jaw droppingly beautiful and
effortlessly cool.  Ben, green eyed, tanned with brown hair and flawless
skin, nustled from the right and Adam had his hand on his firm ass.  Ian,
big dicked and almost skinny with hands and feet too big but blue eyed and
blonde and the bone structure for spectacular looks when he grew into them,
nustled on the left.  Ian put his hand on Adam's dick. It was hard and
almost slick as the foreskin gave way.  Ben scooted up and began to kiss
him.  He was hard too.

	Ian sucked him.  His technique was improved.  Adam gently rubbed
his hair as he ministered with his tongue and mouth.  Ben pulled off his
underwear, liberating his own uncut cock, his pubes not fully filled in but
more man than boy down tehre, hard too.  Even as he and Adam kissed, Adam
stroked him.

	It was all leisurely and slow.  All three boys, influenced by the
molly, wanted to touch and caress and kiss and weren't goal directed to
just cum.  It felt good to just touch each other.  Ian was between Adams
legs, licking at his shaft and taking the balls in his mouth as Ben sat on
his chest so that Adam could suck him off. Ian ran his hands up Adam's
hairy legs and then reached up to massage Ben's ass.

	Falling into a knot of body parts, Adam said, "What could be
better?  The three of us partying naked?"

	Ben laughed.  "We fuck a lot as it is"

	"Yeah but fucking for fun is different" Adam said.

	Ian was on top of Adam, his thick long cock pressed against Adams
beautiful tool as they kissed. Ben fingered and rimmed Ian as he did.
Rimming had been a revelation to Ian: that he liked it done to him and that
he liked doing it.  Who would have thought that putting your tongue in
someone's ass hole would be fun.  Ben's own dick twitched as he did.  He
wasn't jealous and didn't feel left out as Ian and Adam exchanged spit. He
felt totally open and at peace. He continued to rim the younger boy. Ben
fished around for the lube.  The cold viscous liquid glopped into his hand
and he greased up his rigid pole. Another glop, silicon Astroglide, greased
Ian's chute, which he did not complain about.  Stradling Adam's legs, Ian's
upturned ass in the air, Ben guided himself in, smooth and easy.  Ian came
off of Adam's dick and sighed, smiling. That wonderful feeling of being
penetrated. Then he went back to sucking with abandon.

	All three boys were lean and their muscles defined when flexed.
The sight of Ben, his back muscles strained as his perfect firm little ass
moved back and forward as his prick violated Ian, was a beautiful
sight. And Ian loved it, a natural born bottom.

	They rearranged themselves.  His head resting down, on all fours,
Adam penetrated him this time, his prick sliding along freely.  Even as he
fucked, Ben stood over Ian's ass so that Adam could take him in his mouth.
His dick had the taste of honey, slightly salty honey, from the precum
leaking out.  Adam had an expert tongue and knew how to pleasure another.
Ben appreciated it.  Each of them thought it perfect.  Ian did for sure.
He was bucking back on Adam's dick to drive it deeper.

	As midnight approached, they were coming down.  They had touched
each other, caressed, kissed and held each other for 2 hours, none of them
cumming once.  Finally, lined up in a row, Ben in the middle, Adam slide
his greased pole into Ben as teh boy began to fuck Ian.  Ben was lucky
Pierre.  They held each other around the torso, heads on shoulders and arms
wrapped around, as hips gyrated, dicks in and out.  Ian thought he was in
heaven, warm and loved and accepted, really for the first time in his, or
at least the first time by someone other than Ethan.  He was turned on too,
just as he was with Ethan, hard and his dick twitching Ben set the rhythm.
As he fucked Ian, he got fucked.  He was breathing hard and Ian was feeling
it too.  Ben began to make low whimpering noises, little staccato grunts.
He wouldn't last.  He took and he gave.  Then he couldn;t give anymore.
With a forceful exhale, he unloaded in Ian's ass.

	They separated.  Ben bowed out, sat on the floor and watched.  Ian
shoved a pillow under ass and threw his legs on Adam's shoulder.  The older
boy penetrated him in one smooth motion.  All the way in.  Adam leaned
forward and kissed him as he drove himself into him.  Ian was still hard
but his balls were tightening up.  Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Adam sped
up.  The strokes were harder and faster.  THen harder and faster still.
Soon, he was fucking the shit out of Ian and the boy wanted nothing more
than that.  He pounded on that ass, hard and fast.  Ian grunted.  He was no
longer able to kiss or caress but he was lost in the joy of unbridled lust.
THe growing sense of pure pleasure, the impending orgasm.

	Then he blew.

	Jets of semen flew out of his dick, a glob hitting him just above
the left eye and dripping down, another hitting the backboard of the bed.

	"Goddamn" Adam said. "Fuck.  That's a lot of cum"

	But he kept fucking him, now almost viciously.  Faster and harder.
His breathing got ragged too.  THen Adam's muscles tensed, he threw his
head back.  Ian got a second load in his.