Date: Fri, 19 Feb 1999 00:04:37 EST
From: BearKattz@aol.com
Subject: Gay Beginnings: TRIO 2 of 7 M/M/M

TRI, TRIO, TRES  M/M/M
                        Part 2 of 7	
                  By Bearkattz@aol.com

WARNINGS:  This story depicts loving, consensual sex adult males
of legal age.  If you are offended by such or if reading such material
is illegal under the local laws, or if you are under the age of 18 or under
the age of consent in your area, please stop reading now.

Comments, critical or complimentary, welcome at
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Ian pulled out his wallet and counted out the money and handed it to
Bernard.  "We up next?"

"You're next.  Two healthy young fellas like you gonna enjoy that
boy.  Just don't put him in the hospital, ok?  Have a seat out there,"
he nodded toward the main room, "and I'll come get you when it's
time."  

Max and Ian nodded and waited almost an hour before Bernard
motioned for them to follow him.  They followed him down a dimly
lit corridor where the scent of urine and sex permeated the hallway.
He opened a door without knocking and held it open for the two
men.  "Enjoy him, fellas," he smirked and closed the door.  It took
several seconds for the roommates eyes to grow accustomed to the
dim lighting.  Kelly was sitting slumped on the bed, his back to them. 


"Kelly?" Ian called softly.  

The small figure on the bed, clad only in worn jeans, sighed and
stood up to face his customers.  He swayed for a moment before
putting a hand out to steady himself.  His face brightened for a
moment when he recognized his two partners from the dance floor
earlier.  "Hi," he croaked.  "I...I didn't know it was you two."

Max frowned at the weary voice and stepped up to the trembling
man.  He placed a finger under the chin and turned it toward the dim
light.  He peered into the dilated eyes and shook his head.  "Kelly,
you been usin'?"

"Last customer needed some help and said I should have some, too."
Kelly murmured, turning away, his eyes hurting even from the low
light.  "I didn't want any but...he didn't give me much choice."

"Can we just get on with it?" Kelly squinted at them.  "I'm not sure
how much good I'll be if we wait much longer.  I want to make sure
you guys get your money's worth," he shrugged listlessly. 
"Normally, I wouldn't care but you guys seem nice."

Ian almost choked.  They'd just forked over money to fuck this
guy's ass and mouth and the kid thought they were nice.  Suddenly,
he knew he couldn't do it.  He began to think of telling Max he was
on his own but he saw the doubt flit across his roommates face as
well.  

"Sit down, kid.  We'll be right with you," Ian said and motioned
with his head for Max to follow him.  When Max joined him in the
bathroom he said, "What are we going to do, Max?"

"I don't know, man!" Max pinched his nose in exasperation.  "We
can't...we can't just leave him like this, Ian.  He'll be dead in a
month."

"Well, you heard Jake.  The guy who tried to help him before is still
in the hospital.  And Kelly doesn't want his aunt to know what he's
been doing.  Bernard's got him in the cross hairs,"  Ian spoke
quickly.

Max raised himself up to his full, impressive height and stuck his
massive chest out.  "Yeah?  Well, I count one of Bernard and two of
us.  And even if he is ex-golden glove - he's too outta shape to take
on both of us.  He'd probably die of a heart attack or something."  

Ian chuckled and put his arm around his best friend.  "Y'know, Max,
I always liked you for your subtleness."  

Max grinned in reply.  "But what do we do with the kid?"  

"Well, first we have to convince him to leave with us and that we'll
take care of him."  

"We will, will we?"  Max asked eyebrows raised.

"We can't just take care of Bernard.  Kelly's got to have a place to
stay, get his strength back, get some food in him, make sure he's
clean drugwise.  We can't do this half ass, Max.  It's all or nothin'."

"Oh, I agree.  I just wanted to make sure we're talkin' the same talk
here, pal."  

They stared at each other for moment.  When did this kid change
from an expensive fuck to a expensive project?

They both took a deep breath, very much aware of the magnitude of
what they were doing, and headed back to the bedroom.  Max
bumped into Ian who had stopped abruptly.  Any lingering doubts
they had, vanished.  On the bed, sound asleep and stark naked, lie
their project.  The small figure was thin but beautiful even though
the body was marred with bruises and welts.  The pale body was
hairless except for a trimmed bush around the lax cock and looked
much younger than twenty.  

Ian felt Max's cock twitch at his backside.  "C'mon, Max, get a hold
of yourself."  Ian moved till he stood at the side of the bed and
looked down at kid.  He leaned over and brushed the dull, limp hair
off the forehead.  "What are we going to do with you, eh?"

He toed off his shoes and then laid down beside the still figure. 
Max, his erection still prominent, sighed and did the same on the
other side.  "Let's just take this nice and easy, ok, Max?" 

"Isn't it a kiss that's supposed to wake up "Beauty?" Max asked
with impudent grin as he bent down and kissed the soft, dry lips.

"I don't know man.  All I've got is 4 brothers." Ian murmured as he
licked his own lips and watched the sleeping figure intently.  "Y'sure
that it's not Cinderella?"

"How about Cinderfella?" Max shot back as he Kelly stirred.  

The green eyes shot open in panic, "Oh, god, I'm sorry, guys. I must
have fallen asleep.  I'm sorry.  Please don't' tell Bernard.  He'll kill
me.  I'll make it up to you, I promise."  Ian and Max were taken
aback at the almost frantic words and motions.  Kelly reached for
the zipper on Max's jeans, still apologizing and promising to make it
good for them.  

Ian watched Max struggle in quandary about letting the kid free his
swollen cock.  "Max!" Ian finally prompted.

Max sighed and put a large hand on the smaller shaking one stilling
its efforts.  "No, Kelly, listen to us."  Kelly's large eyes looked up
into Max's face and frowned.  Max continued, "My name is Max
and this is Ian."

Kelly looked toward Ian and back to Max.  "We'd like to help you,
kid." 

Confusion shown on the tired face.  "I don't do drugs.  I...I..mean I
have but I didn't want to.  I don't need help.  Honest. I can do you
both just fine."  Kelly turned back to Ian.  "Honest, I can.  I've done
three guys at once before.  No problem.  Please don't make me take
stuff.  My head gets all fuzzy and...."  

Ian held up a finger to quiet the trembling lips. "Shhhh, kid.  Listen
to us.  We're not going to give you drugs.  What Max meant was
that we'd like to help you get out of the.....situation you're in.  We'll
help you and stop Bernard from hurting you or telling your aunt
about this."

Instead of reassuring Kelly, the words seemed to send him into a
panic.  "No!  No! Please no!  Go away!"  The smaller man started
backing himself up on the bed until he hit the headboard.  He
brought his knees up to his chest, exposing himself.  Max, at the
sight of the red, swollen and abused puckered opening, groaned in
both lust and horror.

 "No, go away, please go away."  The thin arms wrapped themselves
around his knees, with his head bowed, and Kelly began rocking
back and forth.  

"Kelly, it's okay. Shhhhh," Ian whispered quietly trying to reach the
place Kelly seemed to have fled to.  "We won't do anything you
don't want us to do, Kelly.  But we're trying to help you." 

It was almost 5 minutes before the words that Ian kept repeating
finally penetrated into the young man's head.

"Help me?" the head came up and the red rimmed eyes sparkled with
tears. "Why?"

"Because nobody should have to do what you're doing," Max said
firmly.  "At least not if they don't want to."

"But Bernard...." Kelly began between hiccups.

"We'll take care of Bernard," Max said with some force.

"You don't understand.  He...he... hurt somebody else who tried to
help."

"Kelly, I promise..WE promise," Ian spoke up and pointed to his
roommate and himself, "to take care of Bernard.  And then, we'll
take care of you."

For the first time, a ray of hope seemed to permeate the young
man's air of gloom.  

Ian continued, "Now you have to understand, Max and I aren't rich. 
We work full time but you're more than welcome to move in with
us.  We can work things out between us and you're free to leave
whenever you want.  But the decision is yours, Kelly."

For an answer, Kelly literally threw himself at Ian, his head buried in
his shoulder, sobs wracking his body.  

"Does that mean yes?" Max asked with a wink to Ian.

Kelly's head nodded vigorously against the solid shoulder before Ian
pulled him into his lap and Max walked around and hugged the two
men.  When Kelly calmed down long enough to listen carefully to
what they had to say, a plan was outlined and fleshed out.  Max
dressed Kelly whose exhaustion, lack of food and drugs finally
caught up with him while Ian departed in search of reinforcements. 
Kelly's head lolled on his shoulders and Max felt like he was
dressing a raggedy ann doll.  He laid the semiconscious man on the
bed and pulled up the covers.  A quiet knock on the door revealed
Ian and three other extremely large men - all friends of Max from his
health club.  A quick look to make sure Kelly was asleep, or
unconscious, the men went looking for Bernard.  A quick half hour
later, found the five men back in the bedroom, drinking quietly to
success in deference to the sleeping figure.  Bernard wasn't happy
but the threats of broken limbs as well as reminding the man he was
several thousands richer before he met Kelly appeased him. The
three backup men slipped Max some money over his protests and
complimented them for what they were doing with firm avowals to
make sure Bernard left them alone and said nothing to the dying
aunt.

When they were gone, Max and Ian turned toward Kelly who slept
on oblivious.  "Should we let him sleep or get him outta here?" Max
asked his best friend.

"Let's take him home."

End Part Two
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