Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 12:50:15 -0500
From: blm33@kc.rr.com
Subject: Serviving Danger       MM     5459 word count

SURVIVING DANGER

by Bill Moretini


"What do we have here? Aren't you a pretty thing? Got a name? Pussy Boy?
Cock Sucker?"

"You've got it wrong, friend. Name's Todd."

"Friend? You call me friend? I don't have fucking friends. Friends are
weak, and this ain't no place to be weak! One glance tells me you don't
belong here. Nice coat. I could use a coat like that. Slip it off, pretty
boy scum."

"Please! It's all I've got against the winter cold!" pleaded Todd.

"Got a hearing problem? No one refuses Star?no one!"

Todd looked past the filthy, un-kept, bearded man who called himself
'Star'. As far as the eye could see, it was more of the same; bums, drug
dealers, prostitutes and who knows what, were sitting on whatever they
could find including broken down corrugated boxes. Some huddled around a
rusty makeshift warming caldron fashioned from a fifty gallon steel barrel
that produced more smoke than fire or heat. Newspapers and other trash blew
around like confetti in the cold November chill.

"Give me tha fuck'n coat!" demanded the crude man as he crept up to Todd
like a stalking panther.

Todd's heart thumped. He was in immediate danger, and he knew it. He
gathered as much strength as his body, weak from hunger, could conjure, and
made a dash. Fourteen feet is as far as he got before the larger man
grabbed hold of his coattail and stopped him cold. It took little for the
middle age man to wrestle the eighteen year old to the snow covered
alley. They landed together with a thud.

"Please, sir! Can't you see I have nothing else to wear? What you see is
all I have. Stop twisting my arm! You're hurting me! Somebody help me!"
Todd pleaded as he frantically looked around for help.

No one moved. The three men around the caldron and two others leaning side
by side against the brick wall of a building just stared, seemingly
disinterested. The assailant grabbed hold of the coat collar and tugged it
off of Todd's shoulders and pushed Todd's head toward the cobble stone
street, face downward, barely catching himself with his hands. The coat
didn't come off completely, and the assailant put his knee in Todd's back
and kept tugging at it.

"Get your hands off him, Star!" demanded a deep, masculine voice from a man
Todd couldn't see.

"Keep your goddamn nose out of this!" yelled Star.

Todd felt the weight of the assailant lift off of him. He twisted around to
see who his helper was. A fist flew through the air and landed on Star's
nose. Blood squirted through the air and made red dots in the thin layer of
dirty snow. Todd's assailant stumbled backwards, but kept upright.

"I won't forget this, Deacon!" Star said as he stood there brushing blood
from his whiskered face with the sleeve of his filthy threadbare denim
coat.

"It's wise of you if you don't, you piece of bullying shit!"

"Who in the goddamn hell are you to talk? You ain't no better than me?,
else you wouldn't be here!" said the man called Star.

"Want some more, Star?"

Star defensively held his hand up in front of his face as he backed
away. The man he called Deacon reached a hand down to Todd. Todd's hand,
stiff from the cold, grabbed hold as best he could. Deacon hauled him to
his feet, and Todd tugged his coat back over his shoulders.

"You alright?" Deacon asked Todd.

"Yeah, thanks to you. Will you come with me to find a safer place?" asked
Todd.


"Around here? That's a joke. You don't look like you belong here, so why
are you? Oh, my name is Dan?, Dan Deacon. My street name."

"I'm Todd De Marco. I can't say why I'm here."

"There are a thousand and one stories here. How could yours be any worse?
Come now, Todd. I mean you no harm."

"What's your story?" asked Todd. "I mean, you don't look quite as bad as
the rest of the bums. I mean, people. Sorry, Dan?sir."

"This is no place to have a loose tongue if you want to keep living, so
watch it! These out of their luck men have nothing to loose and everything
to gain by striping a man naked and leaving him to freeze to death. So, you
didn't tell me why you're here," insisted Dan.

"And have you beat the crap out of me instead of that jerk doing it? No
thanks. I haven't eaten in nearly four days, and that was the remains of a
burger someone in the fast food place didn't like, that ended up in the
dumpster. I'm starved."

"You don't look starved to me. Those are damn nice threads you got on your
back. Something doesn't fit," Dan said, and stopped and let Todd walk on
ahead.

But Todd stopped and turned to face Dan. Dan had a scowl on his face that
would otherwise be quite handsome if it were shaven. As it was, the big man
looked intimidating.

"Are you a fucking cop in street cloths looking for drugs among the, as you
call us, bums?" Dan asked, frowning. "If not, I want to know exactly who
you are right fucking now!"

"Do I look like a cop? I'm eighteen years old! I am no physical match for
you, and you would beat the shit out of me if I told you the truth. Thanks,
and goodbye."

"Not so fast, Todd. You are right, you are no match for me. So why would I
hit someone who offers me no threat? I just want to know who I'm standing
up for. Okay? What the fuck is your story?"

Todd took pause at the "standing up" comment. He wondered why, in this
environment, anyone would stand up for him. He decided that it was worth
the chance to admit to the man that he was gay in exchange for the
protection he so needed. He readied himself to run if necessary.

"I'm a goddamn fag!" Todd blurted out angrily. "You probably don't want to
protect a fag, do you? Just leave me tha fuck alone and go your own way and
let me go on mine!"

A small grin on Dan's face morphed into a broad smile. He closed the gap
between himself and Todd and put a strong hand on wary Todd's shoulder.

"That's something you should never admit around here. Some of these punks
would beat you up just to hear you beg them to stop, or just to see a queer
shed blood. But I'm not one of them."

"Why aren't you? I mean, why did you come to my aid back there? What is
your story, Dan?"

Dan smirked and rolled his eyes. With the hand that was still on Todd's
shoulder, he turned Todd around and urged him forward. Being controlled
like that did not set well with Todd.

"Let's get you something to eat," Dan said.

"Out of another dumpster, I suppose," said Todd. "I can do that myself."

"Look, Todd, if you don't trust me, I can't help you!"

"Help me what? And why do you think you can help me? I can't possibly go
back home to that hell hole. It's worse than this, even if it is clean!"

"Sounds like the age old story?, Dad finds out that son is queer. He tells
son to get out and don't look back. Am I right?"

"Pretty much like that, yes. So you see, you can't really help me. There's
a Dunkin Donut dumpster a block from here."

"There's a Steak house two blocks from here. Forget the dumpster, Todd."

"Well why don't we take your Rolls Royce so we won't have to walk in the
snow, huh Dan?"

"Don't be such a smart ass. When we sit down to eat, I'll explain
everything. So button your lip. How old are you, really?"

"I'm eighteen, you know, the age where a father is no longer responsible
for his kid. So if they hate who you are, they just toss you out like
spoiled food. Now you know the crux of my story, but I know nothing about
you. Are you going to rape me now that you know I'm a queer?" asked Todd.

"Not until you get a good meal down you. Of course I'm not going to rape
you! You're a feisty queer if I ever saw one. See if you can keep a civil
tongue with less than one more block to go."

"And how do you expect a restaurant to let us in, looking the way shabby
way that we, uh?you do?"

"I've got pull. Here we are, so shut up."

Todd expected to see a finger jabbing the air as it pointed on down the
street when they tried to enter, but quite the contrary happened. The
seater, a hefty finely dressed man, lead them to a secluded corner
table. Then a tall, thin young man dressed in a white shirt, a black suit
and a bow tie, smiled when he saw Dan, and came to the table.

"Nice to see you again, Andre," said Dan.

"Wee, Mister Connagan, nice to see you too. dinning for two?"

"Yes, Andre. And my usual bottle of white Zinfandel."

Todd was stunned. He looked around. His face had turned crimson.

"This, uh? I've eaten in here with my parents when I was about ten. Damn
nice place in a bad neighborhood. This is expensive! What were you
thinking, Dan? Can you pay for this? I only have four dollars."

"Relax, Todd. I'll explain things over wine, after we order food."

Todd's head filled with questions. He wanted to hide under the table where
he couldn't be seen. The wine came surprisingly fast. Andre saw Todd's
tension, and smiled warmly as he opened the bottle and poured the glasses
half full.

"I think we'll sip wine and chat a while before ordering," said Dan. Andre
nodded and left.

"Are we going to end up washing the damn dishes?" Todd whispered through
clenched teeth?

"Do you think you're too precious to wash dishes? No Todd, I have a tab,"
said Dan.

Todd's jaw dropped and he stared at Dan in disbelief. Then he glanced
around to see if people were staring at them. Dan held up his glass for a
toast. Todd refused to. Feeling the warmth on his cheeks made his blush
deepen. He looked at his napkin while fidgeting with the fork.

Once again, common conversations in the restaurant returned, and people
stopped gawking at them. Todd angrily frowned at Dan.

"Don't be like that, Todd," coaxed Dan. "Everything in your life will be
okay. Maybe not as plush as you had it at home, but far more real. Now tap
your glass on mine and take a sip. If you don't, I won't buy you a
meal. Understand?"

"No! Andrea called you Connagan. Star called you Deacon! What the hell is
your real name?"

"Daniel Connagan. Like I said, Deacon is my street name. Sounds
authoritative. Anything helps in that environment."

"Got it. But why are you doing this! What do I mean to you?" asked Todd.

"Are you hungry?"

"Alright! Alright! I give up. Here's to you?us! Whatever! Can we eat now?
?please?" pleaded Todd.

"That's more like it," Dan said. He looked at Andre and motioned for him to
come over. "We're ready to order, Andre. Porterhouse steaks for both. Mine,
medium rare. Todd, how would you like yours?"

"I'm good with that," Todd said without looking at Andre or Dan.

"Would you like an appetizer, gentlemen?"

"We'll pass," said Dan.

Andre nodded and left to put in the orders. Dan took a sip of wine and
stared at Todd while softly smirking and looking totally confident.

"Once more, why are you doing this?" asked Todd. "I have nothing to give
back. Just what are your intentions with me?"

"We'll not talk about that here. Don't worry. You're lucky that I came
along when I did. That's all I'll say about that for now." Dan leaned over
the table and quietly said? "When we are through eating, you can either
trust me, or you can go back to the alley and fin for yourself. Believe me,
you won't last long on you own. Trust me, Todd."

"I guess I'd rather trust the devil I know?somewhat, than the devil I don't
know at all. So I have no choice, do I?"

"I don't think you'll regret your choice," said Dan. "You haven't touched
your wine."

Todd lifted his glass and sipped once, and then began to gulp it down. Dan
poured more wine.

"If you haven't eaten in days, Todd, drinking wine down like that on an
empty stomach might cause you to upchuck your meal after you eat. Don't
embarrass both of us."

"Don't worry, I won't do that. This is all too much. I have nothing more to
say till we are finished and back on the street. Nothing!"

"As you wish," said Dan.

************

When back on the sidewalk, gunfire competed with the overhead sound of the
elevated train and car's horns. Dan urged Todd to come with him. As they
walked briskly in the direction that Dan dictated, Todd belched from eating
his meal too fast.

"Thanks for that nice meal, Dan," said Todd. "You said you would explain
your interest in me after we left the restaurant. I'm all ears."

"Okay. I've been working that area for about four months now, and I pretty
much know a person in trouble who won't be able to handle what goes on
amongst the bums and ruthless drug dealers. You, in your still nice cloths,
stood out like a sore thumb. So you became my project, so to speak. You'll
just have to trust that I have your best interest at heart."

"Your project? I don't like the sound of that! Just what is your intent?"

"To keep you safe until you find work and become self reliant. Is that so
bad?" asked Dan.

"Too damn good to be true. But what do you get out of it?" Todd asked,
looking at Dan with suspicion.  "Everyone has an axe to grind."

"Let's just say that I know where you're coming from. I've been there
myself and want to help others like I was and you are."

"How do you know where the fuck I came from? Just because I still have some
nice threads. You look like a bum, so how could you identify with who you
think that I am?"

"I had nice cloths. I got kicked out too?, and for the same reason, if
you're telling the truth, that is. Are you, Todd?"

"You? Queer? I'd never have guessed. But that doesn't explain much."

"We turn here. Now keep your cool. We're about to enter my building. It
ain't as bad in my apartment as it appears outside."

"I'm glad to hear that," said Todd.

"You sound like a spoiled brat. Maybe I should just dump you now and let
you learn the hard way."

A chill made Todd shudder. The thought of living dangerously like he had
been doing for the last few days was frightening. He said nothing more.

The building was barely a wrung above the warehouses in the area where Dan
had found Todd. Paper and trash was strewn and tossed by the breeze around
the steps that led to a heavy front door. The hall was very little
cleaner. Todd had twice slept in such a hall as a poor defense against the
outside cold.

Instead of entering an apartment on the main floor, they took the clunky
freight elevator to the basement. There were two doors down there. Dan
explained that one went to the boiler room. He put a key in the other door
and entered first.

"Welcome to paradise lost," Dan said, and managed a chuckle. "Ain't much,
but it's warm and better than the street."

"It doesn't look bad to me, Dan. Lots of books is not a sign of a bum. The
furnishings are decent too. I still don't get it. I don't know what you do
for a living. I don't know why you took up with me. I may be crazy to just
be here with you. Would you please finally explain some things?"

"Take your coat off and relax," said Dan as he took off his own coat.

Todd could see the stress on Dan's face. Dan motioned for Todd to take a
seat on the couch, and Dan sat in an armchair across from him. Todd scanned
the apartment while he waited for Dan to say something.

"Todd?, you might as well know that I can't tell you everything. But I can
tell you that I am working for the city. And I can tell you that I try to
save guys like you who have fallen on hard times. I hate to see good guys
sink to the depths of hell through no fault of their own. Why should I
care? I've been there myself. I was taken in by?, well, someone like
myself. I can't say who. And through him, I got this special job that
allows me to do the same for others?like yourself now, and I once was
then."

"You're only making yourself more mysterious," said Todd. "So what the hell
is going to happen to me? Dan, I need to know!"

"To tell the truth, I don't know yet. Okay, that sounds stupid. You know
our waiter? Andrea? I was able to get him that job because of my
connections. I expect to do the same for you. By the way, in case your
gadar didn't kick in, Andrea is gay too. In fact he lived here with me as I
hope you will. Actually, I liked him a lot, but he found love after he got
on his feet, and moved out with his lover."

"You loved him?" asked Todd.

"No, not really. He isn't quite my type. You would be more my type. Maybe
we should get off that subject. How about some coffee. It'll only take a
few minutes to brew."

"That sounds real good, Dan. So, Andrea lived here? Where did he sleep?"
asked Todd.

"That's a roll-out couch your sitting on. Nothing special, but damn
comfortable sleeping."

"Does that mean that I'll be sleeping on it? With you?"

"Would you rather sleep in a dumpster in the cold? I won't bite."

"Are you, uh?are we going to?"

"Have sex? Do I look that unattractive? Forget you!"

"I didn't say that, Dan! In fact, if you didn't have that ten o'clock
shadow and wore some nice cloths, you'd probably be darn good looking."

"Gee! Would I meet your fucking approval then?" snapped Dan.

"Now that's not fair. I really did mean it that way," Todd said
apologetically. "But since you have a job with the city, why don't you live
in a nice place, and why do you wear such?ratty cloths? And shave?"

"I don't have too! You just don't get the picture, do you? It's all my
freakin disguise! Saving guys like you is not my fucking job! I rat out
drug dealers to my fellow?I mean? I?, I've nearly said too much. Damn! I'll
make that goddamn coffee now."

Todd stared warily at Dan's back as he stood at the small kitchenette and
fixed coffee. The broad shoulders and narrow hips were the hallmark of
masculinity. Todd's head swam with questions about Dan; About what was
going to happen next; About what his relationship with Dan would come to;
About how he would make a living. Fear was creeping back in. He wondered if
he should run out of there right then and take his chances on his own.

"What kind of work would you like to do, Todd?" Dan asked without turning
to face the young man.

"Uh?don't really know. With your connections, maybe something with the
city."

"When I know you better, I can help you better too. Think about it. This
shit is instant coffee, so it's almost done. Sugar? I don't have cream."

"Sugar. One rounded spoonful, please. Can we watch TV?"

"I wish. It's on the blink. Just how plush did you have it? Was your father
rich?" Dan asked as he turned around with two coffees.

"Buick Car dealership. Upper middle class, I guess you'd say. What about
you, or is your entire life a mystery?"

"Cut the sarcasm. My parents split when I was seven. Dad couldn't deal with
my alcoholic mom, and he just fucking disappeared without a trace. My
mother really loved me, sort of, at least. But she had no coping skills. I
ran wild. Into trouble most of the time. I got caught stealing at age
thirteen and was sent to juvenile. Eighteen months I wasted away, learning
how to get into more trouble than I already knew about. Scoot over."

Dan set the two coffees on the mosaic coffee table in front of the couch
and sat down, almost touching knees with Todd. That did not go unnoticed by
Todd, and he moved his knee a couple of inches away.

"I'll drink coffee with you, but then I'll have to leave," said Dan. "It'll
soon be dark, and I have some things to check out?business, you know. I got
a lead on some shit that's going down?incoming coke."

"Is that dangerous, Dan?"

"Damn right it is! You stay your ass indoors after dark, understand?"

"I suppose," said Todd.

"You suppose hell! I won't be around to rescue you. I'll try to make it
back by two AM. Is that clear?"

"Fuck! I had a curfew when I lived at home! You're not my parent! How old
are you?" Todd asked, looking Dan square on.

"Twenty-eight?only ten years your senior."

"Say, back there this afternoon when you rescued me, you asked me if I was
a cop. If you are an undercover cop, you would have known that I wasn't one
too. Explain that, Dan."

"Part of the disguise. I didn't want you to know I was at that time. Can't
be too careful, doing what I do."

"Do you carry a gun?" asked Todd.

"Drink your coffee before it gets cold," said Dan. "I'm leaving. I'm taking
a chance with you. You'd better not steal from me while I'm gone."

"You've done good by me. Of course I won't!"

Dan stood and looked down at Todd. Todd returned the look warily. Then Dan
bent over, put a hand on Todd's shoulder, and kissed the side of Todd's
neck. With Dan's soft lips sensually brushing the side of Todd's neck, a
highly erotic sensation raced down Todd's spine, suddenly changing the
dynamics of their short relationship from incidental to emotional, personal
and sexually arousing. Todd was taken back. He wanted an explanation, but
Dan quickly left his apartment, closing the door softly behind him. He
opened it again and told Todd to lock it behind him. Todd did, and then sat
down again.

"What tha fuck?" Todd said to the air.

Okay?so he's gay, and I'm gay, thought Todd. Is he really interested in me
for sex? he wondered. Then he realized fully that he was sitting alone in a
stranger's apartment with nothing to do and no direction. He sipped some
coffee and began looking around. Some movement caught his eye. He looked up
to see a shoe disappear past the small basement window which was heavily
barred, making him feel imprisoned.

He had to pee, so he looked around for a bathroom door. He saw two doors
and rose and headed for them. One had a heavy combination lock on it, and
the other was part way open. He pushed it open and felt for a light
switch. The bare overhead bulb glared and disclosed the condition of the
small room. A plain semi-transparent shower curtain was pulled across a
porcelain tub. He stepped up to the stool and started peeing. The odder
reminded him that he badly needed a shower.

When Todd finished, he turned around and saw a huge, life-size colored
poster of a strikingly well built naked man, taped to the inside of the
door. The image was sporting an exceptionally large erection. Todd now
thought that Dan truly was gay. He decided to undress and shower.

As he showered, the poster image was arousing him. He lathered good and
began a slow, methodical ejaculation. He imagined Dan standing and looking
at the poster while jacking his meat. Todd was getting close to climaxing
when he heard a thumping noise. He turned off the shower and listened. The
noise was muffled, and Todd finally realized that someone might be trying
to get into the apartment.

Todd's heartbeat rocketed. Fear rushed over him. He yanked back the shower
curtain and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and started rapidly
drying himself while the banging kept getting louder. He wrapped the towel
around himself and rushed to the kitchen, looking for a large knife to
defend himself with. Then he heard groaning and less banging. It was then
that he thought it might be Dan at the door. But why didn't he just come
in? Was he in some kind of trouble? What if it wasn't Dan? What if it was a
break-in? He timidly went to the door and listened.

"Todd. If you're?in there?please?open the door. Todd? Todd! Help me, Todd!"

There was no doubt now that it was Dan's voice. Todd quickly unlocked the
door and stepped back as he opened it. Dan was slumped over and his face
was a bloody mess. He laboriously staggered a few steps in, and Todd
slammed the door shut.

"Dan! Jesus! What happened?"

"Help me to?the couch. Can barely?walk," Dan pleaded in a strained voice.

Todd gasped, and shock raced through him when he got a glimpse of a knife
handle protruding from Dan's back.

"Oh fuck," Todd said, his words stumbling out of his lips. "Here?let me
help you. What should I do? Easy now. Oh shit! That's it. A little
more. Just a few more feet, Dan. I'll call the police. Okay, now ease on
down on the couch."

"Not the?police?Todd. An ambulance? Fast."

"Oh shit. Oh shit. The phone. Yes, there it is. An ambulance," Todd mumbled
frantically. "Nine one, one. Hello. Hello! Answer the fucking ph?hello?
Yes. I need an ambulance?now! Fast! Huh? Oh! The address. The address."
Todd turned to Dan. "Dan! What's the fucking address?!"

Dan was glassy eyed and slumped over. He looked like he might pass out any
moment. Todd would not get an address from him.

"Trace the call! Gotta go. Gotta help my friend. Hurry! Please hurry!"


****************

"Mister Daniel Connagan? Yes, he's able to have guests now," said the
receptionist. "I'll have a vase with water sent to his room for those
roses. He's in room three eighteen."

"Thanks, miss," Todd said, and headed for the elevators.

Todd felt awkward and out of place. He wondered if family members would be
in Dan's room. If so, how would he explain his interest in Dan. The
elevator stopped and he got off. The room was easily found. When he entered
he saw Dan lying in a bed that was ramped up. Dan's eyes were closed. Todd
stood by the bed, wondering if he should wake Dan. His eye caught someone
entering the room.

"A vase with water, sir, for those lovely flowers," said a young man in
hospital scrubs.

Todd thanked him, and he left. When Todd turned back around, Dan was
looking at him and smiling.

"Flowers for me? No one has ever done that before," said Dan.

"I ordered poison ivy and thistles, but they sent roses," joked Todd. "I
hope you feel better than you look."

"Good enough to beat the crap out of you. How are you, Todd?"

"Still upset. I'll never forget the sight of you staggering through the
door, your face looking like hamburger? and that damn knife in your
back. Do you know when they'll release you?"

"In two days, they think. Where did you get the money for the roses?"

"I'll never tell. Do you like them?"

"I want to know where you got the money!"

"If you must know, my ass bought them for you. Seems I'm worth one hundred
from just one? person."

"You crazy fool! Did you use protection?"

"I'm not stupid. Of course I did!"

"That's a relief. I remember seeing you standing in only that towel, your
hair still wet, when I staggered through the door. I wanted you then."

"Only then, Dan?"

"Do I look like I can handle it now? Can you hold off for a week?"

"I'm a uh? you know, a factory. Twice a day is not enough. I can assure you
I'll be ready when you are. Who did this to you, Dan?"

"He had a woven ski mask on, but I'm thinking it was Star, the one who
tried to steal your coat. I'll get him for this."

"I hope so. What did they say about your face?"

"Just surface abrasions," said Dan. "I'll be as good as new in about two
weeks. The stitches in my back will take a little longer. There is food in
the frig and canned food on the shelf. Are you eating good?"

"Sure. Don't worry about me. Just get well soon."

"Sir?, our patient needs to rest now," said a short Latino nurse.

"Okay. I'll only be a minute or two more."

The nurse nodded and left. Todd quickly stepped up against he bed and bent
forward to kiss Dan.

"Save that for later, Todd. My lips still feel like chopped liver."

"Sorry, Dan. I'll make up for it when you're out of here. I think that
needs no explanation. See ya soon."

*****************

Not a day passed without Todd visiting Dan. Through all of it, Dan managed
to maintain relatively good spirits when Todd came to visit. And now, with
little more than half an hour before Dan's release, Todd was impatiently
waiting for Dan to arrive home.

"I hope he likes the beef stew I made," Todd mumbled to himself. Todd heard
a key turning the front door lock. He bolted to attention. He's not due
home yet! Todd thought with alarm. Did the creeps find out where he lives?
Todd went near to the door and stopped. "Who is it?" the door opened and in
stepped Dan.

"Who were you expecting?" asked Dan. "Shall I go away? Is your hot secret
lover coming? It's me, Todd. I got released an hour early.

"That's great! I guess my hot lover has arrived. I've been expecting to
have dinner ready when you walked in the door. Give it another twenty
minutes."

"Turn the stove off, Todd. I see my dinner standing right before me. Come
here, you beautiful man. Just go easy on my back where I was stitched up."

The two embraced. They kissed long and wet. Both quickly became aroused and
stone hard. Todd broke free and undid the waist of Dan's jeans and
frantically lowered the zipper. Dan had prepared for fast sex by going
commando. With no underwear, his thick eight inches sprung to attention
with a vengeance.  Todd stared wide-eyed at the throbbing cock while
getting his own jeans off down to his ankles.

"I really want this!" said Todd.

"Me too, Todd. But let's get our cloths off and hit the couch now. Oh?, I
see you've already made it into a bed! Great!"

Cloths flew through the air in any direction. Lube was on the floor beside
the bed. They hopped in bed and soon were a tangle of arms and legs. In
heated lust, they ground their bodies together until they were wet with
sweat.

"Aw fuck, man. Take me!" Todd demanded. "This body is yours to do with
whatever in the hell pleases you. Suck me dry. Fuck me raw!" Todd was
trembling with desire. "Shove your big club dick down my throat and up my
ass. I'm your fuck bitch. Breed me, Dan! Sow your seeds deep in my
gut. Show my ass who's boss!"

"Your wish will be granted, my pretty slut lover. Start with my nipples and
work your way down to my cock and balls and around to my hairy, sweaty
asshole. I want to be rimmed good too. Now, Todd! Do it!"

"Yes sir! Whatever you say, sir! Whatever you want. Make me obey!"



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