Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 13:00:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steve Buys A Slave, Part Eighteen

STEVE BUYS A SLAVE
A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

PART EIGHTEEN

Jake and I had a great night.  It was as if Jake was trying to be
especially nice to me after the cruel things he'd said.  And as I dropped
him at work the next morning I eagerly made arrangements to meet him after
his shift.

I was so elated that I didn't even remember most of the trouble the
previous night, so when I saw Reb and Greg in the kitchen, and when they
leapt to their feet as if they were feeling guilty, I didn't make any
remarks about them eating breakfast, and even sat there and had some
myself.

After breakfast I knew Greg needed exercising in the new trap, but I had
stuff to do, so I told Reb what was needed.  "Look, it's tough for you,
Reb, I understand that - but Greg needs to get back into shape, needs to
re-learn how to run when that belly strap is affecting his posture... So I
want you to 'drive' him for a few miles.  And make sue you go along Seven
Hills Road - he needs to run not only on the flat, but up and down inclines
as well to properly condition himself."

Reb didn't look very happy when I added "And don't hit him too hard with
the carriage whip - it's only meant to be to 'encourage' him on..."

"I'm not going to whip him at all!"

"Reb, why can't you simply try to do what I tell you, instead of arguing
with me all the time?  You're a slave, and..."

"It's not right!  Whipping guys!  And I'm not going to do it.  You can whip
me if you like, but there's no way I'm going to whip anyone, especially not
a young guy like Greg."

"Listen, you stupid fucker!  If you had let me finish earlier, I'd have
told you that it's in Greg's own best interests.  All ponies know that the
carriage whip isn't really designed to hurt them permanently - it's more
that the stinging bite on their butts 'encourages' them, gives them that
extra spurt when they're in difficulties.  Along Seven Hills Road Greg will
find the going uphill very tough - especially with a big heavy guy like you
as a driver, so a little sting to his butt will actually help him.  And if
you'd stopped to think - no, you didn't need to do that, actually, all you
needed to do was to trust me - you'd know that Greg wants to be a good
pony, wants to have a good owner, and so do you think that's more or less
likely if he's in absolutely peak condition?  Your stupid arrogance, not
trusting your owner to act in the overall best interests of his slaves,
might well mean that Greg gets another brute who doesn't think he can
perform, and
 who therefore whips him properly!"

Reb stood there glowering, as if he didn't quite believe me - or perhaps
didn't want to believe me.  So I snapped "In any case, what you think
doesn't matter much anyway, as I've given you an order.  So go and drive
Greg his morning, and use the carriage whip when it's appropriate.  And
later today I will ask Greg how it all went, and if I find you've not been
performing properly, I'll punish you."

"I'm not afraid of that...."

"Not of the pain, Reb.  But suppose I decide to use the paddle on you,
across my knee, in front of Greg?  Would you like an obedient slave like
him to see you humiliated like that?  Or perhaps I should harness you into
the trap - that belly strap would stretch to go around you, I reckon - and
drive you in to town. That would be a practical demonstration to you of how
the carriage whip only stings and doesn't do permanent damage - a few
flicks of it across that butt of yours, which would of course have to be
bare for the proper effect.... In fact provided we don't go right into the
centre but stay in the business district you could go totally naked - I'd
like to show you off, I think..."

Reb was still scowling, but I could see I'd won.  "So get the fuck out of
here and do as I say and take Greg for the exercise he needs."

I mooched around for the rest of the morning updating my social contacts
and stuff like that, then I saw Greg and Reb coming back up the drive, and
went down to the back of the house to view progress.  As I came out of the
rear entrance I saw Reb towelling down Greg, who evidently had been really
sweating - and I felt a pang of jealousy as I saw how Reb was doing it:
tenderly, almost caressing Greg's body with the towel, and gently running
it all over Greg's body in a way that Reb never did to me when I ordered
him to help me after a shower.

I strode over to them, and Greg at once dropped into the proper pony rest
position, with his head down, feet nicely apart, and hands clasped behind
his back.  I went over and ran my hands over his butt - it felt nicely warm
- then took a closer look to see if there was any evidence that my orders
had been obeyed.  Both cheeks looked distinctly redder than the rest of his
tanned body.  I put my finger under Greg's chin to signal to him that he
could raise his head and relax.  "So, Greg, how was the exercise?  Was
Seven Hills Road OK?"

He grinned back at me.  "Yes, master.  It was tough as usual - my old owner
used to take me that way quite often - but Reb's a good driver, master - he
really knows how to lay into a pony with the whip.  It really stung and I
cried out sometimes as he didn't just flick at me casually as my first lady
owner did, but kept on and got harder and harder as the slope increased, to
force me to keep up an even pace."

I looked at Reb, who was now looking faintly embarrassed.  "So, Reb, an
expert driver, eh?  You kept using the whip..."

"You told me it was good for Greg...."

"I think you found it was exciting to have another man under your control,
Reb!  You only needed a small flick across Greg's butt to 'encourage' him,
but he says you 'kept on and got harder and harder...'.  It sounds to me as
if your desire to control another man got the better of you, you were
carried away with the exhilaration of having another guy having to perform
for you."

Reb just stood there, and because he didn't make any effort to respond as
he usually did, I assumed that I'd struck a chord somehow and he knew I was
right, even though he couldn't bring himself to admit it.

"No matter, anyway.  Greg's been really worked out, and that's what counts.
You two can use the gym for the rest of the day."  I smiled now as I said
"And Greg.... You and Reb race on the running machines, I know.  But I
don't want to strain you too much today as you've already been for a run,
so 'weight's only, build up your upper body a bit.  But Reb has been
sitting there all morning, so he needs a real run - and without you to
race, I don't think he'll really push himself.  You're an expert runner, so
keep an eye on Reb for me, will you?  Make sure he's got a good 'style',
and that he's really pushing himself - he needs to do at least six miles -
and I think you'd better take the carriage whip with you: stand behind him
and if he shows any sin of slacking, 'encourage' him a little, just a few
light strokes across his butt, as he's been doing to you all morning, to
keep him focussed and concentrated."

I walked off before either of them could say anything.  I had enough
confidence in Greg's training and desire to be a 'good' slave that he would
do as I said.  And Reb would have to go along with it - he'd hate it, not
because of the pain, but because he'd feel utterly dominated by a young guy
and know he was powerless to change things.  That in itself would be good
for Reb's development - he was too much used to being the dominant one, and
maybe he would learn something from this experience.

At lunch time I deliberately left the two of them alone, but I watched out
of the window as they had big thick sandwiches that Reb must have made.  It
amused me to see that although Greg sprawled on one of the chairs by the
pool, Reb stood there as he wolfed down his - could it be that his butt was
a little tender after his morning's workout?

I wanted to be ready for anything when I picked up Jake later, so I
showered and shaved, and managed to stop myself from the reflex of spraying
deodorant into my pits and putting on my expensive aftershave - I loved the
scent of Jake, and I wanted him to have the joy of mine, too.  I didn't
want to have him experience that awful sour taste from the chemicals when
he nuzzled my pits It was only after I'd finished and was pulling on fresh,
crisp neatly-ironed boxer shorts that I realised I hadn't used Reb!  I'd
been so wrapped up with thoughts of Jake that I'd been sort of on
autopilot, and had gone through my usual routine, learned for so many
years, totally forgetting the added abilities I now had to have my slave
help me.

The excitement of the thought of having another night with Jake was so
overwhelming that I set out really early to collect him - I'd rather sit in
the parking lot at S & D so that I could catch a glimpse of Jake the moment
he came out than risk being even thirty seconds late if there was traffic.
So there I was, in a prime position, opposite the employee entrance, when
my phone rang.  I glanced down at it, intending to cancel the call, but saw
it was dad's number so of course I took it.  It wasn't dad, though - it was
his PA, telling me dad had come back form Washington that morning and
therefore expected to be home tonight.  He was looking forward to seeing me
on the platform for the 19:22 arrival - and the PA then laughed and said
that of course if Mr Masters got held up as he often did, they'd call and
give me the new arrival time.  Mrs Williams was on her way, so that dinner
would be prepared, I was told.

My mood of excitement and elation vanished as a bubble does if it's
pricked.  I sat there wondering what the fuck I could do.  There was no way
I could take Jake home - how could I introduce him to dad?  I had the wild
thought of taking him home and then asking him to stay in my room until
after dinner - after all there was all the entertainment he'd ever want so
it wouldn't be boring - but then how would he eat?  I couldn't ask Mrs
Williams to send up a tray, or anything.  Or perhaps he could stay in the
gym complex and work out - I knew he used a gym in town, and our facilities
were much better - I could tell Mrs Williams to prepare a meal to go out
there for Reb, and to make sure there was plenty... So Jake could share
that.  Or....  No!  I stopped myself.  None of this would work - well, it
might work, but the risks would be enormous.  And what about the morning?
Jake needed to go to work, and I might need to take dad to the early train
at about the
 same time - Jake might object to having to walk in.  The whole thing
looked as if it was gong to be a fucking disaster.

I was stopped in my pondering as Jake emerged, waved at me, and strode
across the parking lot.  He flung open the door, slid into the seat with
that lovely athletic ability he has, leaned over, pulled my head close to
his, and kissed me.  I pulled away.

"Steve, still ashamed of me?  Still worried some of your buddies might see?
How many of your buddies do you think there are likely to be in the parking
lot here?"

"No, it's not that."  I hesitated, and Jake reached over and kissed me
again, and this time I let him go on for some time before it seemed
'natural' to stop.  I slumped back in my seat.

"So, what's the matter?"

"Jake, I'm sorry, but I can't see you tonight... I'll take you back to your
place..."

Jake moved away from me, as far as he could in the confines of the car, and
looked at me.  "Why?"

"Something's come up...."

"Something that isn't that dick of yours, obviously!  What's the matter?
Tired of me already?  Or has that buddy Bobby you keep telling me about
come back to town and you're off for a night of passion with him?"

"No.  Bobby and me aren't like that.  He's not a fag..."

"So what are you doing that's more important than us two?  Or have you just
had your fun, Steve has learned a bit more about real life, and now you're
finished with me?"

Oh fuck me! That's the first time Jake had referred to 'us'.  "Jake, it's
difficult... I've got to meet dad off the train tonight..."

"Well that's OK, then.  I'll come with you.  There's just about room in the
back of this car if I sit crossways on the way back."

"No...  I mean, it would be a shock to dad...."

"OK, so I'll stay and spend some time with our slave, maybe take him for a
run in our trap, and then we can all have dinner together..."

It was getting worse!  'Our slave... Our trap...'.  "Jake, I need to find
the right time, approach dad in the right way..."

Jake stared at me now.  "What you mean, Steve, is that you're so fucking
worried about your dad's opinion that you're afraid to introduce us.
You're ashamed of me, aren't you, Steve?"

"No, of course not.  How could I be ashamed of you?  You're a great guy,
you know that, you know I love being with you..."

"Love being with me when dad's not around, you mean.  I get the message,
Steve: I'm fun, a nice guy, OK for Steve to play with, but as soon as dad's
back, as soon as you think he might not approve, that's it."

"Yes... No.... I don't know..."

"Is it that your dad wouldn't like you having a working guy like me as a
lover?  Or is it that you're ashamed of liking another guy?"

"No... Yes... I don't know..."

"Make up your mind, Steve!  Do you want to spend time with me today?"

"Yes, but...."

"But what?"

"Well we could spend time together - go to your place... Then I could go to
the station...."

"So you'd like to fuck.  Then you'd like to meet dad."

"Yes."

"Well that's OK.  We'll fuck, then we'll both go to the station..."

"No..."

Jake opened the door, got out, leaned down and said firmly but with an
angry tone in his voice "See you around, Steve, sometime, perhaps.  I
thought you could turn into a real regular guy, but I was wrong.  Hurry on
to daddy, then."

I shouted "Jake...", but he'd slammed the door and was striding away
towards the exit.  I wanted to run after him, wanted to beg him, plead with
him, tell him he was wrong... But something stopped me.  There were other
people around.  I couldn't make a scene in public.  What would they think
if they saw me and Jake arguing and shouting?  So I sat there, then wiped
at my eyes to stop the dampness turning into tears, and drove home.

Mrs Williams had arrived and was bustling around preparing dinner as "Mr
Masters would want some proper food after all that time in hotels", and her
chattering away about her visit to her sister and all that crap instead of
being welcome and fun as it usually was simply added to my misery.  I
turned, told her that Reb would need a lot of food (he'd need to share it
with Greg) and would eat out at the pool, and went up to my room.

I sat there fiddling with my stuff.  Turned on some of my very favourite
porn.  But it was useless.  I was in despair - all this stuff didn't matter
- it was Jake I wanted.  And I'd really fucked it up.  But how could I
introduce Jake to dad?  All sorts of wild ideas went through my head - I'd
hired him to help me work out in our gym.  I'd hired him to train
Reb... Yes, that might work.  But then Jake would never do it - he'd tell
dad about us.  There didn't seem to be any way out of this.

The only thing that pulled me out of my torpor and worry was the fact that
I had to leave for the station.  How different the drive and the wait for
the train was now compared to how it had been only a few days ago when the
world seemed so different.  Indeed, how very different from how it had been
only this morning.

Dad got off and the his arms around me and we hugged.  But then I saw Ray,
who gave a small wave and called "Hi, Steve..."

I did my best to ignore him, but dad asked "How does he know you, Steve?"

"Oh, uh, I don't know... Does it matter?"

"He's a notorious homosexual!  It's a pity really as he's a suburb
litigator, but he'll never get to the top."

"Why not?"

"Because he's a notorious homosexual!"

"That sounds very prejudicial, dad!  Try replacing 'homosexual' with
'black' or 'Jew' or 'woman'...  I thought lawyers were not prejudiced."

"Of course we're not!  It's illegal.  But there's a difference between
employing homosexuals - there are probably several in my own firm - and
letting them in to the partners' meetings.  Anyway, you're avoiding the
question.  How does he know you?"

"Oh, um, well..."  I simply couldn't tell dad the truth.  "It was at
Scabbard & Drass, when I was buying Reb.  He was in there buying a slave,
and we got talking."

"See!  Notorious!  I suppose he was buying another slave for those vile
practices he indulges in, and he saw an opportunity to chat up a nice young
guy like you.  Be very careful of men like that, Steve."

I felt even worse now, as there seemed to be no way I could admit to
knowing Ray and Stu, but I was saved from having to invent anything else
because dad wanted to tell me - tell me in detail - of his 'triumphs' in
Washington for his clients.  And it continued all the way through dinner,
too, and dad didn't even seem to notice that Reb was not there.  It was
only after dinner when he was going to watch TV that he asked about Reb,
and I said - truthfully - that I had decided he should sleep in the gym.

"I thought you wanted to train him as a personal slave, for when you're in
the frat house."

"I do, dad.  But he's kind of.... Well, being punished."

"I'm glad to see you're making progress, Steve.  Slaves need proper
discipline."

Dad then turned on the TV and I tried to watch, but I wasn't interested and
asked dad if I could go out.  "But I like you here to watch with me...." He
said, not very convincingly.

"Sure - but it's almost time for your calls to begin, and I'd like to go
now as I want to catch up with a buddy."

"I didn't think Bobby was back..."

"I've got more than one buddy, dad!"  Another lie.  And I got out as
quickly as I could.

I'd decided to drive to Jake's and try to reason with him, although it was
very difficult - I was so tense I made a lot of stupid mistakes in driving,
and could easily have caused accidents had there been much other traffic
around.  And I could hardly see as my eyes kept brimming with tears, which
I had to stop from running down my face, as I was so emotional about seeing
Jake, and about having to lie to dad.

In spite of my desperation I climbed the stairs to Jake's apartment very
slowly - it was as if I needed to postpone seeing him, and yet I truly
wanted him, or perhaps it's because I didn't know what I was going to say,
or perhaps it was because I thought I'd be too emotional and that might
turn Jake off, or.... Well, I don't know: I was so confused.  But then I
was there, standing outside, trying to muster the courage to knock.  One
half of me wanted him not to be there so I could avoid having to do
anything, the other half of me was longing to see him, to feel his body
against mine.

Jake opened the door, and all my doubts were resolved.  He must have been
having a shower as he wore only a towel draped very low around him - his
hard belly and the top of his pubes were emphasised by it, and as he moved
the towel swung a little and one muscular thigh was revealed.  "Jake....",
I began, but then stopped abruptly.  Beyond Jake, across the tiny hall was
the open door to his bedroom - and there lying on his bed was a naked guy,
about Jake's age, with a great body: he was lying face down, his head
buried in his arms, his butt thrusting upwards and his legs casually
splayed.  Jake must have been about to fuck him, which is why they were
both naked - Jake had only put the towel on to answer the door!  The
bastard had wasted absolutely no time in finding another guy.

I couldn't make myself say anything.  I wanted to call him all the vile
names under the sun.  I wanted to throw myself at him and start beating him
to a pulp for betraying me.  But most of all I wanted to be away, away from
seeing Jake betraying me, away from knowing I'd lost him because of my
stupidity.  I turned, and fled down the stairs, now blinded by the tears
which I couldn't stop.  And in the background all I could hear was "Steve!
Steve, stop...."

I managed to make it into the car in spite of fumbling with the keys as I
was shaking almost uncontrollably, then sat there, slumped over the wheel,
crying and sobbing as if I was a baby. There was a knocking on the window,
a desperate urgent knocking, and there was Jake outside: he'd pulled on a
pair of jeans but his torso was bare.  I couldn't bare it.  I couldn't
listen to his excuses and lies.  I turned on the engine, and drove off
leaving him standing in the road waving at me.

If the journey in had been hazardous, that home was positively dangerous as
my anger and tears clouded my vision, and in my misery and frustration I
drove far too quickly.  My phone kept going, and the irritating voice on it
kept saying "Incoming call from Jake" and that only added to my frustration
and loss, and I screamed at it "Refuse" and finally "Block".

When I got home I threw myself onto my bed and lay there, pulling the
pillow over my head in some futile attempt to block out the world.  I
didn't even have Reb - in my arrogance and desire to have Jake exclusively
I'd banished him to the gym, and I knew that if I turned on the TV to the
security channel I'd see him and Greg enjoying each other.  I knew I wasn't
going to sleep, and even though I flicked through all the porn channels it
was tawdry and pathetic: just bodies doing physical things, not like how I
could have been with Jake, where the emotional impact of him was even
greater than the sensation of his body interlocked with mine.

But I did sleep, of course, eventually.  And it was lucky my alarm was set
as I wouldn't have woken in time to take dad to the station - as you know I
usually wake easily and swiftly, but today it was like dragging myself
through mud.  And the worse thing was that the moment I did wake I knew it
was late, but that everything else was 'normal' - until the dreadful
realisation hit me that I'd lost Jake, he'd gone, found someone else.

Dad didn't seem to notice, though, although I could hardly speak on the way
to the station, just answering his questions in a gruff monosyllable.  As
he got out he ruffled my hair affectionately and said "You're eighteen in
two days, and we're going to celebrate.  I'll get my PA to book a table at
'Le Cigare Volante' - it will have to be after eight, as I have a business
meeting - but you can come into town, and we'll splash out on a seat in the
executive coach even though you'll be alone.  But go to that A&F or
wherever you like to go, and buy yourself something really smart to wear -
I really want to be proud of you."

I did as dad said, but I hardly noticed the chiselled bodies of the slaves
in A&F, and there seemed no pleasure in my life at all - I'd usually have
relished trying on different jackets, different pants, selecting a bright
cravat to go with them, but now all was dull, all was flat.  I went home
and simply threw the packages on to the bed - not even being interested in
the excitement of undoing them and pulling my purchases out from the layers
of tissue paper, which is generally such a thrill.

Reb and Greg hardly interested me either when I went out to the gym, and as
I didn't want to have to make conversation with dad tat night I told Reb to
come n and join us for dinner so at least he and dad could watch the sport
together.  "What about Greg?" he demanded "I don't like leaving him out
here all by himself".

"Just do as you're told".  I was too exhausted even to bother to remind him
that that's what slaves were supposed to do.

"But it's not fair...."

"Reb, life's not fair.  It's not fair that you're a slave.  It's not fair
that I...." And then I stopped, as I was trying hard not to think about
Jake, and certainly didn't want to tell Reb about what had happened.  But
it's useless, isn't it?  The more you try not to think about something, the
more you do.

Dinner was torture that night.  Dad kept asking me questions, and I had to
reply, but I didn't feel like it.  And all the time I could see dad
listening to me, and was clearly worried that something was wrong.  Well, I
suppose he thought something was wrong physically, and he even asked me
that, and I told him I was fine.  Reb was watching, too, and I could almost
feel his eyes boring into me as we sat there - was it just possible that he
was actually concerned about me?

Once Reb and dad were settled in front of the TV I went up to my room.  I
thought about trying to call Jake, but what would I say?  And would he take
my call anyway - my phone was rejecting his, after all.  The porn didn't
interest me - or, rather, I somehow couldn't seem to get an erection
watching it, and that made me feel even worse.  I put my pyjamas on and
turned out the lights, and tossed and turned for what seemed like hours.

Suddenly I was aware that my door had opened, and at first I thought it was
dad.  Then I heard the rustle of clothing, and the next moment Reb's hard,
warm body pressing against mine.

"I thought you didn't want to leave Greg all alone."  I was in such a bad
mood I was determined to make life difficult for everyone else.

Reb pulled me close to him.  "I didn't.  I've brought him, too."

I sat bolt upright.  "Reb, what the fuck are you doing, bringing Greg in?
And what are you doing in anyway...."

"Your dad thought it was natural for me to come up here after the game - I
guess he thought I was sleeping in here anyway as I'm supposed to be your
personal slave.  But I couldn't leave Greg alone all night, so I sneaked
out and got him, and here he is...."

Greg's body pressed against me from the other side now, and I shivered as
he was cold, unlike the warm hardness of Reb.

Reb evidently felt it as he muttered "Yes' he's cold, isn't he?  It is out
there in the gym - couldn't you leave the heating on?"

"I didn't think...."  Even as I said this, it made me feel worse.  It was
not thinking that had got me into the mess of losing Jake.

Reb pulled me closer and whispered in my ear "But we could soon warm him
up, couldn't we, Steve?  Young Greg likes to play, and I know you do,
too..."

"No, I'm not in the mood."

"A young guy like you not in the mood?  I was never like that, I can tell
you.  And neither were any of the young marines - they were always up for
it.  What's wrong with you, Steve?  Have you lost your balls?  What guy
doesn't want to play when there's a nice ass like Greg's around?"

I was annoyed now that he was suggesting I wasn't a proper man. "I told you
not to call me Steve!  I'm your owner!"

Reb pushed his body against mine, and I could feel his erect dick stabbing
at my stomach. "Aw come on, Steve!  All that owner stuff is OK during the
day, but everyone's equal in bed, you know.  Even the officers in the corps
didn't want me to call them 'sir' when I was reaming their ass..."

"I thought you were meant to be straight - all those rumours about you
being a cocksman, fucking a lot of women."

"Not rumours, all true.  But when you're out in the field, after a battle,
you take what's available, don't you?  And you know there's not a whole lot
of difference between a guy's ass and a bitch's!  And I always 'top', I
always do the fucking, so it's just as good - no, better in a lot of ways
as you can relate more to another guy afterwards."

"You didn't relate all that well to me after the first time I had sex with
you..."

"Because you raped me, you bastard!  I told you, I always 'top'."

I wanted to say that I felt certain he'd let Greg fuck him too, as I'd seen
on the security camera, but I decided to keep this secret.

"You're not fucking me, Reb!"

"I could - you know that, don't you?  If I decided to fuck you now, when
you haven't got the prod and all that stuff out, or that friend of yours to
help you, I could.  Could easily."

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Steve, hasn't your dad ever told you not to get into something you can't
finish?  You started that betting without thinking through to the end what
might happen to you.  Now it sounds as if you're challenging me - perhaps I
would dare.  Perhaps your saying that I wouldn't is just what's necessary
to tip the balance, to make me show you that I would."

I lay there, silent.  Actually, the way I felt, I don't think I'd have
cared all that much, one way or the other, if Reb fucked me or not.

"But perhaps it's your lucky night, Steve.  I'm looking for a buddy to show
Greg a few new tricks - and you're the only thing around that even vaguely
matches that description.  So get out of those silly pyjama thing - didn't
anyone ever tell you real men sleep in the nude?"

I lay there, perfectly still, and Reb sounded almost cheerful as he
whispered "OK, Steve have it your way....", and reached out and began to
pull my pyjama top up.  I resisted, but probably not very seriously as I
didn't much care.  And that made Reb pull harder... And before you know it,
we were wrestling - not very seriously - to try to get me stripped.
There's no way I could win in such a match of course as Reb was much
heavier than me, and even if you've done a lot of college wrestling as I
have you need to have two guys of approximately equal physique if the match
is going to be in any way fair.  But it was a lot of fun and I began to
shout and complain about 'unfair tactics' as Reb grabbed for my dick, and
pretended to be hurt when he triumphantly slapped my butt to show he'd
succeeded and I was naked.

All that physical stuff had distracted me - I hadn't thought about Jake as
we were doing it - and now as all three of us lay there naked, with me
panting a lot from my exertions, I found I was erect.

"OK, Steve, I guess you've never double fucked a guy have you?"

"You mean one fucking his ass, the other his throat?"

"No.  That's spit roasting.  Anyone can do that.  Double fucking is where
two guys go up his ass simultaneously - it needs two guy with quite long
dicks to actually make it possible - so that's me, and you, I suppose..."
Reb nipped at my ear lobe as he said this, so I knew he was kind of joking
about not being sure about my dick.

"If you doubt my dick is long enough, perhaps I should fuck you again: you
complained enough the first time about it" I hissed back at him.

Reb ignored me.  Then he was almost laughing as he lowered his voice to a
conspiratorial whisper "Anyway, you lie there, and Greg will lower his ass
down onto your dick.  And then when you're right in, he'll lie forward on
you, and I'll come up behind and put my dick in as well.  It'll be tough
for Greg as his asshole has to really stretch - but a lot of fun for us:
when I've done it before with a really good buddy, it was fantastic to feel
his dick all along mine as we both enjoyed the grip of the other guy's
ass...."

Well, what can I say?  We did.  It took a few attempts, as my dick tended
to slip out of Greg as he leaned forward on me.  But once we'd practised -
which was in itself a lot of fun - we managed it, and Reb was right: I've
never felt so close, so totally intimate with another guy, as I did when
Reb's dick was almost like a Siamese twin to mine.  And afterwards all
three of us slept together in a tangle of arms and legs, and it felt
utterly right.

Of course it only helped me to forget Jake until the next morning, when I
woke up to find that dreadful emptiness still inside me.

End Of Part Eighteen