Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2014 06:41:13 -0700
From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Started At The Vid Booth - Part 8 (Final Chapter)

It Started At the Vid Booth – Part 8

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I was never so happy to be going to a car. They gave Kenny his clothes
back, but mine were in ashes at Riley's house. As we were getting in the
car I said, "You got a blanket or something I can put on?".  "Nah, but
here...you can wear my underwear."  I put on his grey UnderArmor
compression shorts, we got in the car and drove off. He asked me if I
wanted a ride to my car or home.  I told him home, since I didn't feel like
fuckin around trying to find my keys at Riley's house.  "Hope it's not too
far out of the way."  "It is. But I don't feel like going home right now
anyways."

My house was a solid 45 min from there.  The first 5 minutes or so were
silent. I kinda think we were in shock.  I asked him if he was ok.  He
nodded and asked me the same thing.  I nodded too.  Then he asked me, "you
even get to cum?".  I never even thought about it.  "Nah.  You?".  As soon
as the words left my mouth I realized how stupid the question was.  Before
I had a chance to take it back, Kenny said, "You mean besides the spooge I
shot in your ass?".  We both smiled and kinda laughed for the first time in
what seemed like a week.  Partly cuz of everything we'd been thru.  Partly
cuz we're two straight guys having a conversation about our cum with
someone we'd only known for about 3 hours. Kenny cautiously asked,
"Um...did they bone you in the ass?".  "Nah."  "Whaaaaaat?  What they do to
you?".  I told them about the German Kiddie Corp.  "Oh...ya...I figured
they might do something like that."  "Why's that?".  "Dude, I heard them
talking about you.  How you're like this well trained cocksucker.  How'd
you get so good at it."  I told him about Colby and his buddies and the
stuff that went on in the weeks before this.  Then as my night is reaching
some sense of normalcy, Kenny goes, "Hey, how bout you blow me."  WHAT???
Is he fuckin serious?  "Dude c'mon you already got off tonight. If anyone
should be sucking it should be you giving me head."  He went on to explain
how after he got gang banged, he was told he'd be wrestling me, and if he
won and made me do everything that was done to him, they'd let us both
go. I said, "Ya, Ok.  But you still blew a load and I got shit."  "Ya, but
that was a spooge under duress.  I need a good relaxing one."  I thought
about it.  He did get us out of that hell hole.  And he'd been used like a
pin cushion on his cherry ass.  "Ok.  When we get back to my apartment
I'll...".  He interrupted me mid-sentence.  "No. Here. Now." "Kenny man no
way."  "C'mon man", as he started to unbutton his jeans and pull them open,
"it's 4 in the morning. No one on the road. And if I didn't do what I did
your ass would still be there."  WTF.  Why not.  As I leaned into him I
realized this was my first guy on guy experience that wasn't forced.  He
had one hand on the wheel and one on my head. We had washed off at the
mansion, but his dick sorta still smelled like baby oil and my ass.  But I
felt safe. And that was a really, really good feeling.  It occurred to me
that after wrestling on the mats he didn't make me suck him.  So it was
weird when I was face to cake with his cock that an hour ago that thing was
all the way up my ass.  But the more I thought about it, he got us out of
there and had to pay a pretty big price for it. And he was a good guy. With
a great body.  And actually a really nice dick. And ya know what? I gave
him a helluva blow job.

When we got back to my place he asked if he could crash at my place.  No
problem.  I took off his underwear I was wearing, he took off his clothes,
and we crashed like 2 wounded puppies in my twin bed.  As we were lying in
bed, before we fell asleep, Kenny said to me, "You smell like cum
hahahahahaha".  I said, "Ya, but it's yours, so just fuckin deal with it
hahahahahaha".

Over the next few months Kenny and I got to be really good friends. Isn't
there some rule that says if 2 people survive something terrible it brings
you closer together?  I think that's what happened to me and Kenny.  Just
got really close. I mean not `gay close'.  We continued our quest for
pussy. But sometimes when we got drunk I'd tease him about having a little
dick, and he'd tease me about being a champion cocksucker.  Once in a while
we'd get drunk and horny and suck each other off. But hey, at least we
never had to go back to the vid booth.