Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2011 13:02:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric - Part 17

		Chapter Seventeen  -  Just Between Friends

(It's now Saturday afternoon of Eric's last weekend before leaving for
Riverton and a new job.  He, Yancy, and Patrick have just finished their
first ever three-way and now lie exhausted on Eric's bed.)


We lay there for a while coming down from our sexual highs.  Our bodies
were close together and it felt really good.  Suddenly Patrick started
sitting up.  He shook his head like he was getting the cobwebs out.

"Damn, Eric.  That thing of yours has made me need to take a crap."

"Go ahead," I said, "it'll probably do you a world of good."

Yancy giggled.

Patrick was up now, standing beside the bed.  His dick was right in line
with my face.  "Eric, that thing of yours was a monster.  I swear, I don't
know how you even manage to walk around with that."

"I get lots of exercise, that's how."

"Whew.  I never had anything like that before.  It even seemed to grow more
once you were inside me."  He shook himself and I watched his dick move.  I
don't know why I was suddenly fascinated with it.  He turned and made his
way to the bathroom.

"Well I'll work on getting you opened up better.  You'll enjoy it even more
next time."  I looked over at Yancy and grinned.  "That was pretty good,
wasn't it?"

He nodded happily, like a little kid.

Then from the bathroom we heard Patrick.  "DAMN!  You should see the size
of the thing that just came out of me!  I don't know what you did, but
taking a dump now is going to feel very different than it ever has."

Yancy giggled and called to him, "Cheer up, Patrick.  We all learn to do
hard things.  I had to learn how to blow you, and I never objected."

"But Yancy, you liked doing that.  I don't know if I like being fucked or
not."

"Maybe it's an acquired taste.  But the more you try it the more you'll
like it."

Yancy snuggled close and whispered, "Maybe we could have orgies in your
apartment over in Riverton."

"You'll move in with me, right?"

"But I don't have a job there."

"But you can find a job, right?"

"I'll sure try."

That made me think of Max Bockstrop, and I needed to know for sure Yancy
was not going to get involved with that job offer there.

We heard the toilet flush, and Patrick came back in, his dick swinging long
between his legs.

"Looks like you enjoyed that dump after all" I said.

He flushed, then mumbled something about it being just a natural reaction.
He crawled back on the bed beside us, then rolled on his side next to
Yancy.  Looking across at me he said, "Since you'll be looking for a place
to stay in Riverton, would you like to stay at my house in Cottonwood while
you're looking?  I know my folks won't mind.  I'm only about 15 minutes
away."

That was really nice of him.  "Thanks, Patrick."

"You'd have to share my bed, if you think you could contain yourself being
that close to me.  I wouldn't want a repeat of what we did just now, with
my folks in the house."  He snickered.

"Careful there, Patrick" I said, reaching over and slapping him on the
butt.  "I bet you'd really need some servicing if you had me beside you all
night."

"Hey I ain't the one here who's gay."

"Really?" Yancy asked.  "You could have fooled me.  Just remember you're
the one who wanted me to blow you.  I mean wanted it really bad.  Man, I
made you beg for it.  And some days you couldn't get enough."

"I'm in a mood right now to get blown, and so get your sweet lips over here
and show me what you've got."

"You know what I've got, and you ain't getting any until you start acting
right.  So show Eric if your butt has recovered from what we did a little
earlier."

He just frowned at Yancy.  I could sense a certain tension between them, a
sort of tug of war to show who was the stronger.

"Go on, Patrick.  Pull those butt cheeks apart so Eric can see your hole."

Actually since he had just taken a dump, I wasn't anxious to get that up
close and personal with his butt at the moment, but Patrick reluctantly and
with some grumbling did what Yancy told him.  I took a cursory look, and to
be truthful I found it interesting.  His hole was red, obviously from where
my bone had plundered him.  I felt kind of proud of myself, although I
probably couldn't have told anyone why.  I took my hand and patted him on
the cheeks, then slid it toward his hole.

"Nuh huh" he said shaking his head and turning over on his back.  I saw
that his dick was getting erect.

"You ready for another round?" I asked him.

Yancy giggled.  "He's always ready. Right, Patrick?"

I realized there could be a back story on this.  I asked them, "How long
have you two known each other?"

Both started to answer, but Yancy got in first.  "Since maybe the 6th
grade.  But it seems like we've always been friends."

With Yancy planning to move in with me, I wondered how that would affect
their relationship.  If Patrick had had his own place, would Yancy have
preferred to move in with him instead of me?

I was pondering this relationship and wondered where it was leading, but I
was interrupted by my cell phone.

The voice on the other end was so upset I couldn't be sure who the caller
was.  I rolled off the bed and sat in a chair, trying to concentrate.
Finally I realized it was Reynolds.

"Reynolds, what's happened?"

"It's Vicky.  Bockstrop came by and showed her pictures of me and the stuff
he has me do in the office.  The pictures were actually of him and me, but
he cropped them so it's just me with some guy you can't exactly see very
well.  I was still at the pharmacy when he did it.  So she called and told
me to pack my things, that she didn't ever want to see me again.  She said
she wouldn't be able to stand for me to touch her after knowing I did that
stuff."

"Maybe she'll calm down."

"I'm sure the nights when he made me take pills to prevent getting hard,
she thought I was losing interest in her.  So the pictures made sense to
her."

I was stunned.  I felt like he needed someone to talk to.  It took me a
minute to think what to say in reply.  Finally I asked "Are you still down
at the pharmacy?"

"Yes.  Bockstrop left.  That's when he went and told Vicky.  He hasn't come
back."

"Look, give me a little while and I'll come down.  Maybe we can figure
something out."

After I hung up I told the others, "Listen, guys, I need to go out.
Something's come up.  First though, I need to shower.  You two want to see
if we can all three fit in there?"

That turned out pretty well.  Actually we were all over each other, and
sometimes in a nice kind of way.  By the time we were drying off, I think
all of us were halfway hard.  To be honest, I don't think Patrick ever lost
that semi he had come back with after taking a crap.

Yancy seemed to enjoy our group shower the most.  I think he got an equal
amount of fun from running his hands over me as he did with Patrick.

"I'll be gone for awhile.  Want me to drop you two somewhere?  Or you can
stay here if you like."  We were getting dressed.

They decided to just hang around my place, so I took off for Bockstrop's
Pharmacy.

Driving over alone gave me time to think.  I knew Bockstrop had pictures
and video of me as well as Reynolds, but somehow he had never used them on
me.  I smiled to myself, thinking maybe I just wasn't his type.

When I got to the pharmacy, Reynolds met me at the door and hurried me back
outside.

"Let's sit in your car.  I just have to get out of this place."

He really looked bad.  His face was pale and drawn; his hands clenched and
unclenched.

Once we were seated in my car, I asked him "Why would Bockstrop do
something like that?"

He started rubbing his hands together like they were cold.  "I don't know.
Maybe I caused some of it.  He came in this morning with this really young
guy and told me he would begin to take my place.  Well you know what that
means, and I didn't want that kid to get caught in the trap I was caught
in, so after the kid left I told Bockstrop I was going to tell the kid the
truth about my job so he wouldn't take it."

"Was this kid named Yancy?"

"Yeah.  How did you know?"

"I know him and I told him to not take the job."

"Well anyhow Bockstrop was furious.  He got busy in his office and then
stormed out.  He must have gone straight to my house and told Vicky
everything, and showed her the pictures.  I was just working here and out
of the blue she called.  Eric, I could tell from her voice that something
was terribly wrong."

"How did you and she leave things?"

"She wants me out of the house and she says she'll file for divorce.  She
says she never wants me to touch her again."

I felt so sorry for him.  "That's terrible, Reynolds."

I put my hand on his shoulder.  He cringed away.

"I was just..."  I tried to explain.

"I know what you were doing.  Don't you think I know what guys want when
they start doing that?"  The look in his eyes was almost one of terror.

"Reynolds, calm down.  You wanted to talk to me.  I thought I could help
you."

He caught his breath, then looked down into his hands and seemed to be
calmer.

"You're right.  Sorry, Eric.  He has forced me into so much stuff, and when
Vicky started acting cold to me, I think I got things all mixed up in my
head.  It was like I didn't know what I enjoyed and what I hated."

I could certainly understand that.  Although I was moving sexually in a
different direction, I understand how feelings can change.

"Are you going to quit your job?"

"That's the problem, Eric.  I can't quit.  He really pays me well, and if
Vicky wants a divorce I'll have to pay alimony."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Listen.  He's big around here.  He has more pull, and he could make sure
nobody else ever hired me.  Plus based on that stag dinner club he belongs
to, he's got pull with a bunch of judges.  That could go bad for me when
Vicky sues for divorce."

"I'm sorry, Reynolds.  You seem to be such a nice guy.  That's too bad
about your marriage."

"At least thankfully we didn't have any kids.  But, now that I think about
it, maybe we didn't because he was draining my balls so constantly I didn't
have time to build up much of a sperm count."

He sort of sighed.

"But won't it be hell to go in every day knowing he broke up your
marriage?"

He considered that for a second.  "Well if he's going to continue draining
me, maybe I'll actually rest better not having a wife who expects some
sexual attention from me."

I wouldn't want anybody to know this, but I actually began to bone up,
thinking of Bockstrop draining him dry all the time.  I mean I couldn't
ever do something like that to Yancy because I really care for him, but
suddenly I could picture doing to Reynolds what Bockstrop did, having him
sit in my lap while I made him ride up and down on my bone until he shot
off in all directions. And then to start jacking him and not letting him
get away.  I let out a suspiciously sexual sigh.  He shot me a quick
glance.

"What's getting you so boned?"  He was frowning.

I moved away slightly, but that just exposed my bone that much more.  I had
never put my jock back on, so the head of my bone was fully outlined
against my trouser leg.

"Sorry."

He sighed.  "That's ok.  Stuff like that happens to me too.  And now
without Vicky, I guess things will bone me up a lot more, at least on days
where Bockstrop leaves me alone."

"You think he'll do that?"  I wondered what could make him change his
pattern.

"Well...you know... the new guy.  He'll be using him for some of that.  I'd
like to have a day where I could feel like it's me boning up and not his
medicine in me that's doing it.  Also, quite frankly, sometimes my dick
really does need a rest.  I mean when he starts repeatedly jacking me, I
almost lose some skin, and end up with sore places.  At least I won't have
to hide that from Vicky any more."

The images in my mind were making me even harder.

But before we could go any further, I saw Max Bockstrop coming up to my
car.  I couldn't tell if he was mad or just determined.  He came up to my
window and leaned in.

"Reynolds, you're supposed to be on duty.  Get back in the stored and start
working."  His voice was like a whip, and Reynolds winced.

Then turning to me, he said "I understand you had something to do with your
young friend declining my job offer.  Well, I just want to let you know he
will be working here now.  The contract has been signed."

"That can't be.  He said he hadn't signed it."

"That's true, but just now I went to his mother.  When she had the chance
to meet me in person and hear what a good salary the boy will be making,
she signed for him.  Although he's just turned 18, she still is his legal
guardian until he turns 21.  So her name on the dotted line was all it
took.  He starts here Monday."  He waved a piece of paper in front of me.

Reynolds started to get out, but I threw the back of my arm across his
chest to keep him there a moment longer.

"Wait!  Listen Mr. Bockstrop, what can I do to make you void the contract?"

"Nothing.  I have absolutely no intention of voiding it.  Now Reynolds, get
back inside, get naked and be on your hands and knees on the center table
in my office when I get in there."

Reynolds jumped out of the car and hurried in.  Bockstrop had a smug smile
on his face watching him disappear inside.  Then he turned to me, leaning
in with his face close to mine.

"You will learn never to mess with me, got it?"

Then he pulled out, and headed into the pharmacy as I started the engine.




The ride home gave me a chance to think.  I hated to be the one to tell
Yancy what his mother had done, but I figured he needed to know since we
were all making plans for the future.  However when I got home, I got the
surprise of my life when I opened the front door.  There on my sofa sat
Gordon and Isaac, chatting away with Patrick and Yancy.

I glared at Gordon and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yancy realized it was a mistake.  He hurriedly said "They knocked on the
door and I opened it and they came in."

Isaac grinned mischievously.  "Well you showed us where you lived when you
let us park out front this morning."

"Ah yes" Gordon added, "our little threesome has paid big dividends."

Yancy frowned at me like I had done a bad thing.  "Yeah" he asked, "what
about that?"

"What can I say?" I admitted, "Gordon gives good blow jobs.  Want him to
give you a sample?"

"Yes" Gordon said enthusiastically. "Yes indeed.  In fact let me show you
now."

"He'll pay you" Isaac chimed in eagerly.  "He pays me for mine."  He looked
so anxious to tell us about this.  It was like he had found a new job.
Well for him I guess he had.  He went on, "And if I jack off when he's not
around, I keep it in a small plastic bottle in the refrigerator until I see
him again.  We've got it all worked out."  He had his hand now squeezing
his crotch.  I thought to myself that Gordon was really going to love
having him around.

"No thanks" Yancy said, and gave me a meaningful look.  "I don't let
strangers blow me, or go in for threesomes with people I've only met."

"But I saw you last night at the stag dinner.  I feel like we're old
friends."  Gordon was really warming to the occasion.

Yancy declined.  I told them, "I need to talk to Yancy alone.  Something's
come up.  We'll go in the back.  This won't take long."

Gordon turned to Patrick.  "I'll gladly pay you for yours, too, if you
could provide it on a regular basis."

"I'm not from around here" he said.  "I'm just visiting this weekend.  In
fact I have to go back in the morning.'

Yancy looked up hurriedly.  "In the morning?  You can't wait until tomorrow
night?"

"No, I have a job interview on Monday morning, and I want to be ready for
it.  It's important."

"Well I wish I'd known that before now."

"If you had been here last night, or if we could have reached you, you'd
have known."

I hated to see them starting to get riled up.  "Come on in the back,
Yancy."  Turning to the others, I said "Catch you in a minute."

As I closed the bedroom door behind us, I could hear Gordon saying, "Sperm
from a red head...a tall red head with large feet...that would be a new
experience."

Before I could start telling Yancy the bad news, he lit into me saying "A
threesome?  I thought you and me and Patrick was a threesome.  Why did you
go do that, Eric?"

"I'm sorry, Yancy.  Once we're really together I'll make sure it never
happens again. I promise."

He seemed to more or less accept that.  I was flattered he thought of us as
a couple, a couple with Patrick who wouldn't share with outsiders.  But
then I had to tell him what Bockstrop had done by getting his mother to
sign the contract.  Yancy looked like all the color was draining out of his
face.  He sat down suddenly on the bed, and I sat beside him, putting my
arm around him.  He shivered.

"I want to go with you, Eric.  I don't want to have to stay here.  And now
that I know what he's like, I don't want to work for that man.  Please
don't leave me behind."

"I won't leave you, Yancy."  My hand touched his shoulder and he leaned in
close to me.  "We'll come up with something.  There's bound to be some way
to get out of that contract."

He stood up.  "I want to go home.  Maybe I can talk to my mother and she
can help me think of a way out."

I nodded.  For now I guess that was all we could do.  We went back up
front.  Patrick could tell right away something was wrong.  Gordon seemed
to be in his own little world, looking at Patrick with undisguised lust.
Isaac was just playing with his crotch for the moment.  I guess he was
hoping to milk out one more load for Gordon this afternoon.

Yancy said "I have to go home.  I need to talk to my mother about something
really important."

"And I need to ask you two to go now."  I indicated Gordon and Isaac.
"I'll need to take him home."

"What's up?" Patrick asked.

"I'll tell you about it later" I said.

Gordon roused himself from his reverie.  "Oh?  Well Isaac and I can take
him home, can't we Isaac?"  Then he turned to Patrick.  "We can take you
along, too.  My proposition still stands if you'd like to carry a bottle
along to collect your stuff in."

"I don't do that" Patrick said.

"And I think Patrick should stay here.  There'll be less confusion if Yancy
sees his mother by himself."

They left shortly.  The room seemed awfully empty with just Patrick and me
in it.  We both sat down on the sofa.  I decided to try something.

"How about I help you open your hole, now that we're alone.  It'll make the
sex easier for you."

Patrick frowned.  "Why don't I open your hole instead?  I've got something
that can plow its way through concrete, so your hole wouldn't stand a
chance."

"Come on, Patrick.  You know you like it.  You know it turned you on.  That
pole of yours practically danced while I was plowing you."

"I'm not gay."

"Right.  You beg Yancy to suck your dick, but you're not gay."

"I don't suck dicks."

"But you sucked mine just a little while ago."

"Not all the way.  That doesn't count.  It only counts if you go all the
way."

"Let's go back in the bedroom.  I want to open your butt up some more."

I was surprised when he got up and followed me there.  I got him to slip
out of his clothes, then got out of mine as well.  It felt good.  I was
hanging long, but not truly boned yet.  His was responding well.

"You said last night you were an enema expert.  You want to go in there and
give yourself one now before we start?"

"Why, do I have to?"

I bent over, touched his dick, and slipped it in my mouth.  My tongue ran
over the head and I gave a strong suck, and he was totally hard.  I pulled
off and looked at him with a smile.

"Yes, Patrick, you have to."

He was totally boned.  I knew I had him.  I followed him into the bathroom
and watched as he prepared the soapy water.  It was funny watching him try
to connect the nozzle into his butt.  He kept missing the spot.

"Once I get you opened up good, you won't have any trouble finding the
spot" I said.  He gave me a dirty look.  His hard dick just started at me.
I reached out and grasped it.  He drew in his breath suddenly, still
working to get the nozzle inside.

"Don't" he said quietly.  "I don't want my bone jerked."

I leaned down again and took it back in my mouth.  I used my tongue to
press the underside of the head, and found the spot that sent electricity
from his dick all the way to his nuts.

He gasped and shuddered, then said "I got it in me now."

I stepped back and watched as he let the liquid flow into his body.  When
he was full he sat down on the toilet seat.  He gave me an embarrassed
look.

"Nobody ever watched you taking a crap before?" I asked.

He was really embarrassed, but I figured it was better to let him
understand I was in charge.  He shook his head ruefully, moving his lips in
a `no'.

"Keep looking at me, Patrick" I said.  "Don't shield your eyes.  Look right
into mine."

I could hear the sound of the liquid going into the bowl.  I knew he was
totally under my command now.  Making somebody take a crap while you watch
is the final victory over the other guy.  He's got no pride left after that
-- in fact you can then do pretty much whatever you want to him and he'll
take it.  Deep down inside he might not like it, but his pride's gone and
he'll take it.

When he was clean, we went back into the bedroom.  Before I put him down on
the bed, I made him face me. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked
directly into his face.

"I'm going to suck that head of yours, just the tip, and then face you down
with your legs spread. I'll pull that hard dick of yours back to me, and
while I'm opening your hole, I'll play with the tip of the head and with
your balls.  But don't get your hopes up about shooting off.  The next time
you shoot it'll either be me fucking you and Yancy blowing you.  OK?"

He nodded.  His eyes looked into mine.  I knew I had reached him.  Sex has
a way of doing that with guys.

Once he was flat on his stomach with his legs spread wide, I slipped a
small pillow under his pelvis to give me better access to his hole.  His
hard dick looked great pointing back, pushing against the bed covers
wanting to be able to pop back up against his stomach.  But I was going to
keep it facing my way for a good while.

I lubed my fingers, then leaned close to his dick and licked the tip.  He
gasped.  I took his balls in my mouth, sucking them together at first and
then one at a time.  He was really getting turned on.

"Now Patrick, here comes the hard part.  I'm going to start with one finger
and then move up slowly until we find your limit."  I touched his puckered
hole with lube.  He squeezed his cheeks together.

"If you do that, it only makes it harder on you.  I'll get in that hole, so
you can't really win."  I looked at his hole and had an idea.  "You need to
keep that hole shaved.  It'll look a lot better with no hairs around it."

He didn't say anything.  I figured I'd wait until I was at his house to
take the time to do that.  He'd cooperate better if he didn't want his
folks to know what we were up to.

The first finger went in fine. I wiggled it around inside him, enjoying the
warmth as well as the tightness of the hole.  Then I pulled it out, licked
his head again, and started in with two.  It wasn't until the third finger
that he began to really resist.

"It's sore back thee.  Those fingers hurt.  It stretches me and it burns."

I smiled.  "Well I could just ram my dick up there if you'd rather."

Patrick backed down quickly.  I rubbed his ass cheeks.  "You've got a great
ass, Patrick."

"Thanks."

"Have you ever noticed how smooth Yancy's butt is?"

"Yeah.  Even when we were younger and would go skinny dipping in the creek,
I'd come up behind him and spank my hands across those smooth cheeks and
he'd holler."

My conversation distracted him and I was able to get the three fingers in.
I coned my hand to try for four.  But before that, I went back in with one
finger and felt around inside him.  There's something fascinating about
being inside a guy.  He gave little gulps and sounds as I scoped around in
there, finally hitting the prostate I guess.  It was a small mushy thing
but his dick spit some precum when I did that.  He let out a sensuous moan.

My cell phone rang abruptly.  I pulled my finger out and picked it up.
Patrick rolled onto his back, his bone now rigid and achingly hard.

"Hello?"

It was Bockstrop.  "I have a proposition for you.  Do you want me to void
Yancy's contract?"

"Of course."

"Then be here at 7.  If you do what I want, you can leave with the contract
in your hand.  You can burn it, tear it up, give it to your buddy,
whatever."

"But what do I have to do?"

"I've got two cameramen here and we are making a special kind of movie.  I
want to do a scene with you and Reynolds.  That's all you need to know.  Do
you agree?"

Of course I did. I wanted to save Yancy.  I would do anything for him.



Between then and seven o'clock, I got myself busy.  First off, I called
Reynolds at work.  Fortunately whatever might be going on with him and
Bockstrop, he was able to answer his cell.

"Reynolds, I'll be moving to Riverton.  Would you like to take over my
apartment for me?"

"That'd be great.  I'm staying tonight with some kindly neighbors.  But
after that..."

"I'll talk to the apartment manager tomorrow.  It shouldn't be a problem.
I think I'll leave tomorrow so Sunday night you should be able to sleep
here.  I'll leave my furniture since I have to find a place over there
first."

He was very appreciative.  That prompted me to ask about the filming for
tonight.  He was quiet for a minute, which indicated he was not alone.

"I'll have to talk to you about that when you get here."

"Ok, until seven..."  and I hung up.

Then I took Patrick over the Yancy's.  They planned to go to a movie or
something and he said he'd get back to my place on his own, so not to
worry.

"I don't know how long this deal with Bockstrop will last" I explained.

Patrick just grinned.  "Don't sweat it.  If you're not here I'll do what I
did last night and hunker down by your door until you arrive."

There was a twinkle in his eye.  I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but
I could tell we were feeling a lot closer to each other with everything
that happened.

I grabbed myself a snack at the Subway near Bockstrop's Pharmacy, and
waited for seven o'clock to arrive.  The sun was setting across the square,
so I looked out the picture window as I finished my sub.

The courthouse clock was striking the hour as I went into Bockstrop's
place.  A clerk behind the counter looked up.  I said I was looking for
Mr. Bockstrop, and he said "In the back.  Way back in the annex."

I wasn't sure where that was, so he led me back to a spot near Bockstrop's
office, and unlocked a door which led into a long narrow hall.  As I headed
down the hall, I heard him locking the door behind me.  Whatever was going
to happen, there was no way back now without a key.

I came to a large, heavy door.  Pushing against it, I realized it seemed to
have heavy padding on the other side, which made it difficultg to open.
When I got it pushed far enough to step through, I was in a room with
blinding lights.  It was like a movie studio, with lights on stands,
tripods, and frames.  In the center was a long padded table, and on it lay
Reynolds.  He was naked.

"Here you are" Bockstrop's voice boomed.  He came over.  There was always
something intimidating about that man.  It wasn't just his size or his
voice, it seemed like he projected a personality that could steamroller its
way to whatever he wanted.

"The first thing you need to do is get out of those clothes."

He directed me to a corner that had a makeup table with a mirror and some
face cloths. Beside it was a clothes rack to hang my stuff on.  Some guy
around 30 came up and started looking at me.  He watched me undress, which
was sort of weird since he didn't say anything.

When I hung up my clothes he finally said "Wipe yourself good with those
cloths.  You'll sweat under the lights, and we don't want you looking oily.
You're supposed to be giving the other guy a massage.  He's supposed to
look oily, not you."

Then he reached out and took my face in his hands.  "Nice features.  You'll
do fine in this."  Then he turned to Bockstrop.  "He'll do better than that
last one."

I looked puzzled.

"My nephew just isn't cut out for films" Bockstrop said.

So he had been trying Kevin out in the role I now had inherited.  I knew I
was better endowed than he was, but it's good the guy liked my features
better too.  I automatically stood a little taller and held my shoulders a
little straighter.

The two of them outlined what I was supposed to do.  But Bockstrop wanted
some things done in a particular way.  The camera was supposed to start out
with Reynolds' face, looking down his body, and I was working with his
butt.  But the camera wouldn't show my hands at first, wouldn't show what
was going on back there.

"We want you with a towel wrapped around your waist" the other guy said.
He put a silver six inch dildo on a tray beside Reynolds.

"You'll alternate using your fingers and using this.  All the audience will
see are your hands reaching into the tray for the dildo, and then replacing
it in the tray.  The camera looks over Reynolds' head and down his body,
but stays up here in front.  Can you get yourself hard before we start?
One of Max's aides can help you get hard if you need it."

I didn't want some stranger getting me hard.  I went over by Reynolds and
spoke to him, then stroked myself hard right where he could watch me.
Reynolds appreciated that, I think.

Then the filming started.  But it would start and then stop, they'd change
the lighting, they'd wipe my face and use some makeup on Reynolds' face,
and we'd try again.  My poor dick.  It would be up and then go down and
then when filming resumed I'd get it hard again.

It wasn't until time to start showing more of me that things got
interesting.  Reynolds was to get on all fours, and the camera would look
under him to where my hands would be working his dick and thrusting the
dildo in him.  This wasn't fake by this point.  I really had to get the
thing inserted, and make it all look smooth.

Then my towel was to fall off (they had a thin string attached so they
could pull it off but it looked natural) and then my erection stood long
and proud.  One of the camera guys zoomed in close while the other one
concentrated on my hand movements with Reynolds' nipples and the dildo
movement.

Poor Reynolds.  He seemed to be exhausted.  That's understandable.  If they
had tried it with Kevin in my part earlier, then his butt and his dick must
be worn out.  During one break I told him he had my sympathy.

"That's ok, just as long as I've got your apartment when you go."

"So you're staying on here with Bockstrop?"

"I don't have much choice.  And hey, it's not all that bad.  Now that he's
into movies, maybe he'll treat me a lot better.  After all, I'm his star
property now."

I hoped for his sake that he was right.

Anyhow we finally got to the big climax.  Typical Bockstrop, I was to
bounce Reynolds up and down off my bone while he sat in my lap, and then as
he built up speed I was to jack him like crazy.  Bockstrop had some notion
we could work it so I'd cum as I lifted him off my pole and people could
see me shooting just before Reynolds came too.  Naturally that proved
impossible.

By ten thirty we had gotten the final shot -- in more ways than one.  But I
was exhausted and Reynolds was too.  Bockstrop came over to congratulate
us.  He handed me the contract Yancy's mother had signed.

"Here, Eric.  And let me say that with your endowment, you could make a
fortune in films.  Seeing that thing fire off is truly an experience."

Reynolds gave an appreciative laugh.  "I thought I was ready for anything,
but when you plowed that bone up me I thought I was going to jump off your
lap and sit down in a bucket of water just to get some relief.  Have you
ever thought of downsizing that thing?"

"Never" Bockstrop said.  "It could be his way to fame and fortune."

They both laughed and Bockstrop patted me on the butt.  That would have
felt good except it was Bockstrop doing it and I wanted to leave that man
behind for good.

I thanked Bockstrop for giving me Yancy's contract, and shook hands with
Reynolds, telling him I'd talk to him in the morning after I had talked to
the apartment manager.  Then I headed home.



Just as I thought, Patrick was sitting on his heels in the darkness beside
my doorway.  It felt good seeing him there.  I realized I was attracted to
him, but not the way I was with Yancy.

"Been waiting long?"

"Not really," he said.  That meant it had been a while but that it was ok
with him.

As we went inside, he asked "How was the movie business?"

I tried to tell him that porn isn't really very sexy if you're the one
doing it.  Everything was stop and start, nothing like it looks in the
finished product.  Then I asked, "Isn't Yancy coming over?"

"He decided to wait until tomorrow."

"And you decided not to go back until I can take you tomorrow night?"

He nodded.  Then he looked at me in an odd way.  "I got him to service me
tonight.  At the movies.  On the back row.  That was exciting.  I don't
know what I would have done if we'd been caught."

That was a surprise, but he seemed anxious to tell me.

"The best part was that we had to be very secret about it. So he couldn't
make me do the usual crap he does before he relieves me of my load.  No
making me strip, no standing around naked by an open window, no enema, none
of that.  Just him down there between my legs, that hot little mouth doing
its job, sucking that pole of mine for all he was worth."

"And you're telling me this because?"

Patrick gave a sneaky sort of grin.  "Well...you'll be living at my house,
in my room with me.  I think I should get something in return for that."

"And that something is?"

"You know what I mean.  When I need to blow my load, I need a mouth nearby.
Like say at night when Yancy's far away."

"And if I do, do I get unlimited access to your ass?"

"You're not the one providing the room.  I am."

I started to get undressed.  He did the same thing.  Finally the two of us
were standing there in the bedroom, buck naked, facing each other.  There
was like an animal feeling going on.  I could tell it and he could too.

I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, and then going backwards I
pulled him across my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed.  He started to
struggle, but I grabbed his balls from the back side, and he quieted down.

"What do you say about that now?" I asked.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body.  With my tight grip on his
nuts, he didn't move.

"What do you say, Patrick?  If I get your butt, I can make that thing of
yours fire off while I'm fucking the shit out of you.  You know that'll
give you relief."

At first he didn't answer.  Then I increased pressure on his nuts, and he
replied.

"Hey -- ok ok I'll agree.  But I still want some mouth action on my dick.
Man, I live for that stuff.  And I don't really enjoy getting it up the ass
that much."

"That's because it's still new to you.  By the time I find a place to live,
you'll be so used to it you'll never remember you didn't like it at first."

He sighed and I let him go.  He sat back beside me, shaking his head.

"Eric, you're something."

I pushed him down and got on beside him.  We looked across at each other.
Then I climbed on him, getting my body between his legs and on his chest.
There was no dick action going on, just two guys in a sexual position.  I
looked down into his face.

"You're great, Patrick, you know that?"

He grinned, and licked his lips.  That was all it took.  I opened my mouth
and suddenly we were kissing.  I mean real kissing with lots if tongue.  We
were slobbering all over each other, but gravity was pulling mine down into
him.  He seemed to be loving every minute of it.

I realized I was getting hard.  I reached down between us and found he was
too.  We were still tonguing each other.

That was when I made a decision.  I pulled off him and rolled him over on
his stomach.  I parted his cheeks and took my tongue and began rimming him.
I did it slowly at first, but when he started to moan I began to pull his
cheeks wider apart so I could lick around in that bright pink area that was
the entrance to untold pleasure.

He was writhing with ecstasy.  I told him I was going in.  I pulled on a
rubber while still rimming him.

"Blow me first" Patrick pleaded.  I could tell he was rock hard.

"Patrick if you haven't shot by the time I cum inside you, I'll certainly
see what I can do."

"Please before you begin, at least kiss it.  At least suck it like you did
this afternoon.  Roll the head around on your tongue.  Man that was so
awesome."

"I'm all prepared to go in and I can't stop now Patrick.  Get ready for
another big encounter."

We both rutted like animals, fast and hot and sweaty.  Even though I had
already cum a bunch of times today, I didn't last long inside that tight
hole of his.  And he shot too.  He tried humping the bed as he shot,
getting the most action out of his dick that he could.

Afterward we lay beside each other, both of us just looking up at the
ceiling.  Then a thought hit me.

"Patrick, did you tell me about you and Yancy and the movie just to make me
jealous?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I wanted some attention out of you, and I figured if you knew what we did,
it would sort of spur you on in my direction."

I realized I would have to keep my eye on him.  He could be tricky.

"I did it for another reason, too."

"What was that?"

"When you sucked on my dick this afternoon, it was the best feeling I ever
had.  You're a natural."

"You mean I'm just naturally a cock sucker?"

"I meant it in a nice way."

I got up.  "I'm going to get a shower.  I don't know about you, but I'm
ready for bed."

"Am I sleeping with you tonight?"

"If you want to.  But I don't want to wake up and find your dick in my
mouth."

"Naw, I'll wait until you're at my house for that."  But he was grinning.

Later we lay side by side in my bed.  It was a nice feeling.  I knew
tomorrow would be a big day with a lot to do.  And I knew I would really
have to work to make this three-way relationship successful.

A great sense of peace flowed over me.  My journey of the last week was
finally over.  Maybe all the stuff I had been through had led finally to
here.  As I drifted off to sleep, I was thinking of Yancy...and Patrick.


                      (End of Chapter Seventeen)

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