Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2010 10:50:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Bert Carley <bert_carley@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Abducted at the Turk Street Baths" - Chapter 2

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events
between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live
where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story,
the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself
from disease in the real world by always using a condom. Send comments and
suggestions to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com


Abducted at the Turk Street Baths -- Ch 2

Here is just a bit of bio about Mikie and me to help clarify our rolls in
this story.

Mikie and his parents moved in next door to my family the beginning of our
eighth-grade year. He was two years younger than I, but we both entered the
eighth-grade together when school started that term, as I stayed back a
couple of times before reaching the eighth grade, being more interested in
physical exercise and building muscles than exercising my brain. I matured
physically early and by this time I already had a good crop of blond pubic,
pit, arm and leg hair and the good start of a treasure trail up the center
of my stomach to my naval, all matching the blond hair on my head. I
already was shooting real bullets and masturbated constantly once I entered
the seventh grade. My dick became the center of my universe, constantly
demanding attention, getting hard and dripping cock-snot in my underwear
and leaking through causing me much sexual frustration and embarrassment
until my balls were milked.

Every afternoon after school I did my garden, lawn and garbage chores
around the house in my shorts and tennis shoes before stripping nude out in
the back yard, jumping under the outside shower off to the side of the
lanai to remove the sweat and dirt, and then diving into our pool doing at
least 10 laps. After a cool down I'd get out and go directly into a large
storage shed and lift weights dad and I had set up and I used religiously
every day. The double doors on the metal storage shed faced the pool and
back of our house.  When it would get too hot in the shed, even with the
windows and doors propped open, I would jump back in the pool for a cool
down, then go back and work out some more. Our back yard was totally fenced
and private except for one second story window of Mikie's house next door
where a diseased tree had been removed recently that once also obstructed
the view from that window into our back yard. One afternoon while I was
working out lifting weights in the shed I happened to catch a flash of
light coming from that one second story windows next door. Being curious
but not outright gawking up, I soon realized that Michael was standing back
a bit from the window looking at me through a pair of binoculars, not
realizing the sun was shining in through his window and reflecting like a
lighthouse beacon down right at me.

I put on a show for him that was sure to lure the pretty little somewhat
effeminate green eyed strawberry blond redhead into my web so I could turn
him into my queer-boy cock-sucker. I displayed my cock at full mast
dripping cock-snot as I lifted weights, swam and laid stretched out basking
in the afternoon sun each day constantly stroking and fondling myself
knowing he was always up there watching my every move.  Knowing how queer
boys can't help themselves and always come forward when a juicy big cock is
near, sure enough, before two days had gone by he was outside getting my
attention as I worked in my shorts in the open non-fenced front yard
portion of our yard. He made small talk nervously fidgeting about like
tinker-bell as he followed me around the yard talking with his hands with
limp wrists and accentuating each syllable that escaped his lips. That very
afternoon I invited him to come over and have a swim in the pool.  He
smiled and accepted my invitation.

He was back after I had finished with my outdoor yard chores. I had
showered and about to jump into the pool. It took my breath away when he
walked through the side gate and approached me wearing a tight stretch
nylon skimpy light green bathing suit, flip flops and sunglasses, carrying
a striped rainbow colored beach towel and sun lotion. There wasn't a single
blemish on his pale white skin, but he was covered in little pinkish
freckles giving verification that he was a true strawberry blond
redhead. He was absolutely the prettiest little thing I had ever seen as he
slithered up and stood next to my lounge, smiled, sat on the padded lounge
next to me, and watched intently as my dick went from flaccid to semi-hard
before his very eyes. It had a mind of its own as it started to drip
pre-cum, pulsate with my heartbeat and spike right up to full mast. He let
out a couple of little moans and his little nylon green bathing suit began
to tent as a wet spot soaked a spot near the waste band. He looked up into
my eyes with those pleading green eyes and licked his lips. I just spun my
ass sideways on the lounge cushion dropped my feet to the concrete, spread
my legs out wide and grabbed him with both hands, one round his neck, the
other on the top of his soft red locks. I pulled him forward and pushed his
head down between my legs onto his knees. He offered no physical resistance
to this bold move on my part. I rubbed the head of my cock spreading the
cock-snot back and forth across his lips until he kissed and licked the
oozing pre-cum into his mouth. He let out a low moan and sunk his lips over
the entire head. In a flash he took the entire shaft down his throat
without a single gag reflex kicking in. He just moaned as his head and lips
traveled up and down over the full shaft until he had it moist and
pulsating with pleasures beyond my fondest expectations. He buried his nose
in my blond pubes, inhaled my scent deeply and rubbed his nose back and
forth in the bush. He slowly returned up and off completely, licking his
lips. He took one hand and worked the moist glands, leaning forward and
licking it each time copious amounts of sweet cock-snot emerged from the
slit. He then put just his lips over the glands and ran his tongue around
and around the coronal ring, giving special attention on my frenulum, that
underside portion of the head where it is the most sensitive. He worked his
tongue from side to side on that spot until my toes were curled up and I
was shaking with lust and ready to pop my nut. Never had anything felt so
terrific. This kid was talented and obviously experienced. He realized I
was about to nut, so stopped the tongue action and squeezed the shaft
around the root until the urge to nut passed. He did this over three times
until I was helplessly at the mercy of the little faggot begging him to let
me nut. He just smiled up at me and began to hum and the vibrations against
the frenulum began to tingle even more for release. He eased his grip on
the root and finally let me erupt feeding him the largest cum- shake I had
ever experienced to date. After that, pretty little Mikie was Johnny on the
Spot every afternoon feeding on my joy-stick taking at least three good
feedings of my nut before he had me completely drained and fighting him off
to let me recharge.

Mikie turned out to be by far the best cocksucker of my three young
queer-boys or homo's, as I considered them. Since Mikie lived right next
door, I kept him busy enough sucking me before and after school, even
during the lunch hour periodically at school to expect him to be dedicated
to serving me exclusively. I had my driver's license the summer of my
freshman year and was able to buy an old Ford van with the money I saved
doing yard work around the neighborhood. If that old van could have talked,
your ears would be red and burning listening to some of my sexual
encounters in the back of that old van with my harem of three very talented
cock-suckers. Mikie was the best, lived right next door and was already in
high school and close to my own age, plus he was sexually active. Brian and
Todd however were much younger, still in grammar school, pre-pubescent and
hard to locate and not as eager to please me as my classmate Mikie. I
eventually gave up on Brian and Todd and directed all my training efforts
to Mikie so he would do anything I wanted in order to get another shot of
my juicers. I used that kid and turned him into a real live cock-sucking
addict. He soon couldn't get enough of my jizz.

I happened to walk into the gym one afternoon mid term during our sophomore
year after school on a Friday to pick up my dirty gym cloths to take home
to be laundered, as I had forgotten to take them with me after gym class.
I was almost 15 and Mikie was still only 13. It was going on to 5:00pm and
the varsity football team members, mostly seniors and a few juniors were
still in the gym following their afternoon practice. I could hear them all
in the separate equipment room out back, off the far end of the main locker
room and showers. It sounded like they were having a party by all the noise
that was coming from that area.

Naturally I had to know what all the excitement was about, so I cracked the
door open and peeked in. The coast was clear and I was undetected, so I
sneaked in behind a section of shelves stacked with athletic equipment and
took a position where I had full view of what was causing all the
excitement. There in the middle of the crowded room was my Mikie. He was
nude lying on his back on a stack of wrestling mats.  His head was draped
over the edge and one of the senior boys was holding Mikie's head pumping
his cock down his throat. The guy's long loose ball meat and balls were
bouncing off Mikie's nose and forehead.  Another senior was working Mikie's
other end. He had Mikie's legs raised up on his shoulders and he was
feeding his dick in and out of his shit-shoot corn-holing his ass. A couple
of guys were pinching, squeezing and twisting on Mikie's nipples. Mikie's
dick was at full mast and dripping pre-cum forming a pool of juice on his
stomach. The entire varsity team was present and nude lined up to take
their turn at getting their nuts drained by Mikie, each slowly stroking his
woody dripping with cock-snot, all voicing loud verbal encouragement and
sexual innuendo to the four working over Mikie’s beautiful smooth body.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Here he was only 13+ at that time and he
was servicing 16 to 18 year old guys like he was the team's personal whore,
all treating him like a total slut, calling him Sweet Mikie, Pretty Boy,
Cock-Sucker, Pussy-Boy and Bitch. I dared not show myself or make any
attempt to try and confront this pack of lustful upperclassmen wolves, and
stayed hidden watching as they all unloaded, some two times either in
Mikie's mouth or all over his soft skin, his face and beautiful red
locks. I couldn't help but get turned on big time watching, but managed to
control myself enough to not be heard or get noticed jacking off in total
awe of the proceedings going on before my eyes. It was porno at its
best. After they took him into the showers with them and cleaned him up
rubbing their hands and frotting their soapy bodies all over him they made
him get on his knees and jack-off for them as they each paraded past for
him to lean forward, kiss the head of each cock as he looked up and
chanted, "Thank you Sir," before each left the shower room to dry and
dress. I was lucky to not get caught observing this obvious regular ritual
using Mikie as their sex slave or they would have most likely found some
way of punishing me, possibly even trying to turn me on and into another
bitch for them to exploit.

I waited for Mikie outside, grabbed him by his arm and the nap of his neck
and confronted him with what I had observed. He had little choice, so
admitted he had been doing it ever since he foolishly got caught by Jake
Bass, the star player and best looking senior guy in the school months
earlier, standing at Jake's open locker, his jock in hand with it pressed
to his nose inhaling the jock's scent while he thought Jake was still in
the shower. Jake grabbed Mikie by his long red hair and ushered him into
the privacy of the equipment room, locked the door from the inside and
pushed Mikie down on his knees and fed him his dick. The very next day he
popped Mikie's cherry ass. A month later after he had Mikie well trained to
suck and fuck to his standards, he turned Mikie out to the entire varsity
team and the games began. Mikie was forced to service the entire varsity
team. The team talked the coach into making Mikie the water boy and crib
attendant. Mikie was told to stay around after every football practice and
service the entire varsity team every afternoon after practice in the
equipment room as they took turns keeping the coach busy in his office
talking football stuff when he didn't leave immediately after practices. As
their official water boy, he was required to travel to all out of town
games in the bus with the team and was always passed from one guy to the
other coming home in the back of the bus arriving back home tired,
sometimes even bruised and full at both ends with the varsity team's
cum. Since the junior varsity players traveled in the same bus, the varsity
teammates would let them have a go at Mikie too, provided the JV's won
their game that evening, but were restricted to only getting
blowjobs. Mikie's boy-pussy was strictly reserved for the big boys, the
varsity team members only!

It really pissed me off that Jake Bass had been the first to fuck Mikie and
the entire varsity team were ahead of me too. I had been working toward
that goal myself with Mikie, but had not taken that plunge yet thinking he
was too small to handle my long fat cock yet. That very afternoon I
corrected that mistake by dropping three loads up Mikie's ass, fucking his
brains out roughly in the back of my old van before I dropped him off at
his home sore and exhausted. I started fucking Mikie regularly after that
day, dropping two and three loads almost every afternoon up his hot
boy-pussy, except when he was off to an out of area game on Friday's and
performing his bus ritual on the return trip. The team had turned him into
a full time pussy-boy at their disposal, but I too shared that hot sweet
ass after they got through with him every afternoon. He came to me well
lubed and dilated when they finished with him, so much so that he had no
trouble what-so-ever taking my long fat cock all the way without a whimper,
until I really started pounding his ass full of dick. He would moan and
throw his sweet tight ass back at me until sometimes I came three times in
a row. Damn that kid had a hot pussy that milked my nuts dry every weekday
and many times over the weekends.

By the beginning of my sophomore year I had become somewhat of an idol to
the entire student body at our small high school. It was discovered that I
was the proud owner of the largest white cock in the school and everyone
soon knew it after it was broadcasted through the grapevine by one of the
junior girls that had a reputation for putting out that I asked out to the
drive-in for the specific purpose of getting my first piece of juicy female
pussy. I worked on her, kissing, getting her breasts exposed and in my
mouth and finger fucking the bitch until she was dripping and spreading her
legs making little encouraging noises. That night I went commando so I only
had to open four buttons on my Levi's and flop my dick and balls out and
place one of her hands around my hard pulsating shaft to get her really
turned on to the idea of getting real friendly wanting some of my fat cock
to slip into her dripping pussy. After she stroked my dick up to full size,
she leaned over I thought to put he mouth on it or give it a big sloppy
kiss or something. Nothing going, when she got a good look at the fat
monster she nearly screamed as I held her hand on my dick and forced the
bitch to lick and suck on the head as she jacked it until I forced it in
and out of her mouth again and again until I shot my nut all over her face
and into her mouth. She choked, spit and gagged as I forced her to eat
every drop I could gather on my fingers from her cum drenched face, off the
fake leather upholstery and off the dash of my van, finger fucking her
through multiple orgasms. She rode my fingers like she was in a saddle
enjoying the steed she had mounted, but she fought me each time I tried to
put my engorged dick in her pussy until I just gave up and pushed my dick
back down her throat for another juicer.

Believe it or not, she must have loved the rough treatment as she was back
for more within the week, this time with a tape measure to measure my
dick. That's how the word got spread that I had such a big dick and it
turned out that I had the biggest white dick in school after she gathered
proper stats within the student body for comparison and posted the stats on
the bulletin board like batting scores. After that, we went to the drive-in
on a regular basis and she eventually learned to suck, swallow and eat my
juicers properly as I kept her spiked on my middle finger rocking her
little man in the boat through multiple orgasms. I eventually got her in
the back of the van, made her roll a magnum rubber on my dick and slowly
worked it up into her pussy and fucked her. Once she got a good feel of my
Whopper rocking her boat she wanted it day and night and started with the
possessive shit. I would have none of that and it drove me away very
quickly. I immediately went back to pretty little Mikie for a piece of hot
ass without all the hassles of courting a girl to get a piece of ass. Mikie
was tighter, hotter and I didn't have to put plastic between my dick and
his sweet ass. It was a win-win situation for both of us. He worshiped the
ground I walked upon and kept my balls well drained. He became so very
addicted to my sauce on his taste buds that he would do anything I ordered
him to do, even my homework. I did have to train him to never jack-off or
cum without my permission when he was with me, so as to keep him constantly
horny and enthusiastically lusting and on the make for my Big Juicy
Whopper, as I was capable of climaxing three, sometimes four times, back to
back, and wouldn't settle for any less once I had his tender loins wrapped
around my juicer.

By the time we were both seniors and he was working weekends at the local
theatre, he had a reputation for being the best cock-sucker in town by
every potent man that frequented the theatre. Though he claimed not, I
firmly believe he was giving more than blow-jobs in that old theatre for
special adult patrons with fat wallets, as Mikie always had the very best
clothing and jewelry working for the poor wages he made weekends in that
dark old theatre and his parents certainly didn't have money to burn on
such luxury items for their obviously gay and somewhat flamboyant son.

After high school I joined the Marines and became a Jarhead, but eventually
became bored with the lifestyle and didn’t reenlist. I learned that Mikie
had moved to San Francisco, some 118 miles from our hometown. I had learned
to be a diesel mechanic in the Marines and found a job with the Muni
Transit System in the East Bay city of San Mateo. It was during that period
that I looked up Mikie and found myself on his doorstep every weekend
putting the meat to him and his two equally effeminate roommates.  The
three had become real screamers and it made it absolutely a dream come true
for me when I was able to transfer to a diesel mechanic job opening in
South San Francisco with the same company. I moved in with the three fagots
and had all three of them working me over regularly, taking me with them on
their many escapades throughout the cities gay scene. Once I had enough
liquor in me I got use to the gay bars and even danced with guys and
entered some of the many special muscle contests sponsored by some of the
leather bars. Posing in full leathers, showing off my muscles and
masculinity gave me a real rush, especially when the audience would shout,
holler and encourage me to remove more and more clothing.  After I was well
sauced at these events it began to give me a terrific rush to be admired
and encouraged to strip to nothing but a g-string or leather pouch covering
my equipment.  I would mix with the crowd and they couldn’t keep their
hands off my nearly nude body. It made me feel important, powerful and
definitely sexually stimulated. My dick was constantly engorged and ready
for a warm mouth or a tight round set of buns. I could pick and choose any
pretty leather beauty I wanted and it became addictive as hell. Some
weekends after these special events and competitions I got so drunk I would
find myself being led to the back rooms and treated to just about any form
of sexual activity I desired, but I always played the Top dominant roll. I
never allowed another Top to exercise his masculinity on me no matter how
drunk I became. Some of these leather tops were very persistent in trying
to turn me into their bitch, but I had a quick temper and threw a few
punches when necessary to protect my anal virginity. My ass was strictly
off limits after I turned the tables on a couple of tops and made them into
my bitch after a scuffle or two. The word got around that I was strictly a
dominant top and the others of my kind soon learned I was not to be
converted into a submissive for their pleasure.