Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 21:20:32 -0500
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Valley of the Gay Dolls
This is the beginning of serialized story set in the sometimes-glamorous
world of the entertainment industry. Although the names of certain
fictitious celebrities used throughout this text may seem familiar, any
similarity between them and a living (or dead) person is purely
coincidental. You must be of legal age to view this material. Copyright
is retained by the author.
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
You've got to grovel in the gutter to reach the Valley of the Gay Dolls.
It doesn't take much to reach those depths of depravity. Only the fierce
determination to succeed in a world of fame and fortune---regardless of the
cost. You begin in wide-eyed innocence, eager to please those who praise
your achievements, accepting the advice of embittered veterans in a world
you know so little about. Adoration is thrown upon you and you bask in the
glory of your sudden notoriety. But all too soon you learn that everything
has a price and your hard-earned success has not come cheaply. You have
foresaken your values and dignity and suspect that you have even sold your
soul, along with your body, for a piece of the pie. And when the fame is
gone, when the offers fail to come, when your name (even though it never
really was yours) is merely a plaque along a much-traveled sidewalk, you
burn with the desire to be part of that inner sanctum one more time.
Nothing in your petty previous mundane life can ever match the pure
decadent excitement you knew in the Valley of the Gay Dolls.
Dan Wells began his journey into the valley at a very young age. In fact,
he had no idea that his life was preparing him for the very moment when his
star would shine brightly upon the scene. But like all stars, eventually
their spark fizzles and they become a distant memory. By the time Dan came
to realize how desperately he desired to be an ever-lasting star, the die
had already been cast.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dan Wells peeled out of the paved driveway of the elegant mansion secreted
away in the hillside of Los Angeles in his shiny red sports car. That
rotten sonofabitch Jew bastard David Griffin had given him the proverbial
boot. Twenty-four year old Dan had gone to the estate of his ex-lover who
was, not coincidentally, the joint head of one of the most successful movie
studios in Hollywood. He had charmed the balding fiftyish playboy with
smiles, seduced him with his near-perfect body, reminding Griffin of their
explosive former sex life and offered an enticing trip down memory lane.
They had fucked; Griffin on top, as always. The former boy wonder record
company executive who had parlayed his intelligence into a billion dollar
empire was now an older man, yet he still maintained much of his youthful
attractiveness and ardor. Dan enjoyed being banged by David; he always
had. He could have kicked himself in the ass for breaking one of Griffin's
cardinal rules by sampling a little cocaine at a Hollywood party. That,
and the ensuing gang bang which took place in the host's grand bathroom,
had resulted in David ousting him from the mansion and seemed to signal
Dan's own downward spiral. His last picture had failed miserably at the
box office and suddenly he was no longer the toast of the town. The offers
for good pictures with such talents as Brad Zitts and Tom Bruize ceased to
come. Instead, he was relegated to accepting a less than prestigious role
in a low-budget slasher flick scheduled to start shooting in a month.
Contracts hadn't yet been signed and Dan knew he had to make one last ditch
effort to gain David Griffin's good graces before his career went entirely
into the toilet.
But David wasn't interested in resurrecting Dan Wells' faltering career.
Dan had come uninvited to his home, flashing his gorgeous body around
seductively. So David had done what any hot-blooded gay American male
would do. He fucked the dickins out of the former matinee idol. The true
reason for Dan's visit became apparant soon afterwards. Cozying up to the
sexually satisfied eligible billionaire, Dan began asking pointed questions
about Dreamscape Studios' next film and not so subtly inquired if there
might be a role for him.
David openly laughed, his unlined face taking on an almost boyish look.
There was no place for Dan in this, or any other, picture produced by
Dreamscape. The young man had bombed in his last over-budgeted film.
There had been reports of numerous delays on the set caused by Dan's
repeated tardiness. Behind the scenes, backstage whispers alluded to Dan's
increasing cocaine dependency and his recent involvement with that
thirty-something abusive rock-and-roller Axel Blowes.
Dan insisted that he was through with Axel and drugs, but David was no
longer interested. There was a new up-and-coming young actor David now had
his eye on for the role Dan coveted---both on-stage and off. He got up and
padded on bare-feet across the spacious bedroom towards the bath, his body
still firm and trim at nearly fifty years of age. He was taking a quick
shower before the young aspiring actor came over for his "appointment".
Thanking Dan for warming him up for the anticipated main event, he
suggested the olive-skinned actor be off the premises by the time he'd
finished his shower.
Dan brushed back tears of frustration as he carelessly maneuvered the car,
a gift from Griffin, along the winding Hollywood hills. His tires screamed
around hairpin turns as his bruised ego turned to rage. The Jew bastard
had used him to get his rocks off. But for Dan there had been no return to
the investment. He'd been caught in Griffin's revolving door. There was
something sweeter, tastier, younger and less problematic to now serve the
industry kingpin. Dan's ascent to the peak of Hollywood fame, fortune, sex
and parties under the guidance of Griffin had come to an end. He'd fallen
out of favor with the movie mogul. Now began his swift descent into the
lonely and dark valley of the bruised and abused gay dolls.
"BASTARDS!" he shouted at no one. "ALL OF YOU---BASTARDS!" From the very
beginning, he'd used men to get what he wanted and had often succeeded.
How could everything have gone so awfully wrong at this particular juncture
in his life? Just when he'd achieved all that he'd worked so hard
for---just when he'd reached the pinnacle of success---it was being
ruthlessly snatched away from him. There was no where for him to go. Any
trace of family had long ago dispersed and the extended artificial family
he'd adopted within the business would soon consider him an outcast. There
was nothing for him now---absolutely nothing!
On the straightaway he accelerated, knowing full well that a particularly
dangerous curve lay just ahead. His tires roared over the pavement,
zig-zagging across the center line and scattering oncoming traffic. He was
high up on the cliffs along the Pacific---king of the mountain again!
Fighting back tears of despair and frustration, he valiantly stared
straight ahead as he purposely missed the turn. The shiny sports car shot
across the other lane and left the pavement at speeds exceeding ninety
miles per hour. The guard rail might have stopped the charging vehicle,
but when its tires struck a deep crevice in the dirt and sand the expensive
vehicle was sent airborne. It sailed over the sturdy railing and seemed to
hang, suspended in the air over the rocky cliffs and raging ocean. Dan had
a euphoric feeling---almost like the one he'd had when winning the Oscar.
His breath caught in his throat and he felt as though he was lifted on
angel's wings.
And then came the drop...
And then...
blackness...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He was born in the wagon of a traveling show. His folks were carnival
people living a nomadic lifestyle. What they couldn't earn from the small
local hamlets they played, they stole. By the time the town realized
they'd been had, the troupe was long gone and off to the next stop. They
bathed infrequently but engaged in sex regularly. What else was there to
do when the final midway light was extinguished and the next show didn't
start until the following evening?
It was into this seedy little life that Dan, or Dani as he was actually
named, arrived on a pleasant spring evening. A midwife who traveled with
the carnies delivered the bouncing baby boy, who barely uttered a whimper
as his bottom was soundly whacked. The baby was placed into his mother's
arms and a clean blanket wrapped around the child. The not-so-proud papa
was off in another trailer engaged in a game of cards while he received yet
another tattoo on his mural-covered body.
Young Dani loved growing up as part of the carnival. It was a child's
paradise! Helonka, his mother, true to her Romanian heritage, told
fortunes to paying customers while his Neanderthal father, Sandor, played
the part of the tattooed strongman. Dani marveled at the way his father's
massive muscles rippled as he convincingly played his role and determined
that he, too, would grow up to the carnival's future strongman. They could
have a father and son act! Daily he began dropping to the dirt to punch
out as many push-ups as his young body would allow.
When Dani was twelve an event occured which forever changed his life. The
carnival was on its final night of a week's stay outside of the District of
Columbia. In the morning, they would be departing for the more lucrative
north-eastern states. Dani was bored on that particular evening and
wandered through the crowded walkways with his head hung low. The eldest
of eight siblings, he was often neglected and left to entertain himself.
During this recent jaunt, he had made friends with some of the local boys
and was reluctant to leave. The nomadic gypsy lifestyle had begun to wear
on the pubescent youth and he now longed for something more permanent.
Wanting to escape all the noise and confusion, Dani shuffled back to the
darkened area of the lot where the carnys pitched their tents and made home
for the duration of the job. He was about to round the corner of one tent
when he spotted his father only a few feet away. There was another man
with his father; a local man Dani recognized as a nightly visitor to the
strongman show. He was always dressed in a smart suit, shaking hands with
the locals. There were whispers amongst the Gypsies about him being
something called a "senator", which the boy surmised was something very
important. Dani remained hidden in the shadows while the moonlight
illuminated the two men whispering there. Dani's eyes widened as he saw a
bankroll of money pressed into his father's hand and his father stood there
with legs spread, counting every bill. Satisfied, he stuffed the money
into this pant's pocket and stood facing the fortyish man with arms crossed
over his bulging pectorals.
The man suddenly dropped to his knees on the ground in front of the big
Gypsy and reached up to run his spread hands over the powerful tattooed
torso. Dani stood there, scarcely daring to breathe, as the Senator
unzipped the fly of his father's pants and released his penis. And what a
penis it was! Even in the dim light, Dani could see that his father was
very well-endowed---a fact which also seemed to delight the older man
practically salivating at his feet. His mouth opened wide, the man leaned
in to Sandor's groin and hungrily swallowed the hanging fleshpole.
Sandor merely stood there disinterested, a tall, hulking, muscular giant as
the older man hungrily feasted on his gypsy cock. The man's pooched-out
lips worked back and forth along the split-slickened hard shaft as his
hands searched for Sandor's huge, dangling balls. He kneaded the enormous
sac, forcing the agitated nuts to strain against their sheath. The thick
cock jounced around in his orifice and, when the Senator strove for his
money's worth and swallowed every long, thick inch of it down his throat,
he thought he saw a glimmer of pleasure from the traveling show muscle man.
The twelve year old boy standing in the shadows detected that one moment,
also. In fact, he couldn't understand how his father maintained such a
stoic expression when Dani, himself, was rubbing at the burning erection in
his own pants. The manner in which the Senator was sucking away on his
daddy's peeps sure looked good, although it seemed as though the Senator
was the far more interested participant. His mouth worked away on that
jutting prick like he had rediscovered a long-lost love. The passion with
which he serviced big Sandor was intoxicating, and had captured young Dani
in its forbidden throes.
The young lad observed in amazement as the Senator worked on his father's
huge prick in earnest, taking it all the way down until he was practically
gagging and then sliding back off the big meat. His sloppy lips kissed
hungrily at the angry purple head of Sandor's fuckpole before he impaled
his face on the thick flesh once again. Sandor began to move now, slowly
at first, grinding his hips back and forth, fucking the man's face with
increasing rapidity. His thick corded arms remained crossed over his
tattooed chest, but Dani could see how swollen his father's
half-dollar-sized nipples had become. They jutted out like twin pin-points
on the muscular pec-shelf above his washboard stomach. Dani reached up
under his own shirt and tweaked his boy nipples, bringing them to hardness,
and felt an incredible longing surge through his boy-loins!
The Senator's throat squeezed and sucked at the pistoning Gypsy rod,
fulfilling all his deepest desires! When he'd first seen the hunky,
tattooed strong man on opening night of the carnival, the Senator had known
he would ultimately have the beast for his own personal pleasures! These
carnival people were whores for money, and the correct amount had secured
him stolen time with the mighty Sandor. As the large purple elephant-like
trunk prodded his sucking lips, the Senator believed he had gotten off
cheap! Sandor was much more man than he could have hoped for!!
Working his jaws wider apart, he enveloped the meaty skin as it slid over
his palate. The big Gypsy was oozing pre-cum now, and the taste filling
his mouth was utterly divine! He sucked and swallowed the huge dickhead,
savoring the feel of it back deep in his throat. His face was plugged with
cock, his nose burired time and again in the thick, sweaty, musky mass of
Sandor's dark pubic bush. The Gypsy's bull's balls slammed against his
fleshy chin and bounced off his protruding adam's apple. The Senator was
taking handfuls of Sandor's hairy ass cheeks, pulling the Gypsy's hunky
body in closer to him so he could swallow the entire length of the meaty
organ down his greedy throat every time Sandor pumped into him.
Dani watched the lusty encounter with avid interest. The Senator was swine
for cock; his lips were slobbering all over Sandor's big tool. Drool was
freely leaking from the corners of his stuffed mouth and wetting the breast
of his suit jacket. The older man was moaning and snorting like a pig as
Sandor drove his cock---again and again---into the sucker's mouth. Big
Sandor's muscular, tattooed chest was heaving more rapidly and his
breathing sounded deeper and shorter to young Dani's ears. The pre-teen
reached into the front of his drawstring pants and fondled his rigid
boycock, secretly pleased that his young unit was comparable in size with
the handsome rod of his father.
Sandor suddenly became animated and got into the action. With big,
calloused hands he grasped the Senator by the sides of his head and thrust
his loins more forcefully into the bald-headed man's face. The Senator was
panting and groaning like crazy and looked to Dani like he might have a
heart attack, but Sandor seemed to be in no better shape. His eyes were
tightly shut, lips pulled back in a grimace revealing his even, clenched
teeth. With a long, deep grunt his entire body quivered as though icy
fingers had suddenly traveled up his spine. He held the Senator tightly
against him, no longer sawing his big weapon into the man's throat. From
his vantage point, Dani could see the older man swallowing over and over
and over. Beginning to choke, he backed off the angry, pulsing prong and
was hit square in the face with the last two healthy shots of Sandor-semen.
Dani nearly fell over the tent posts! His hardened dick was bobbing like
mad in the palm of his hand! He wanted to shoot all that juice out of his
balls the way his father had! But, more importantly, he didn't want to be
caught by the big man. Sandor was already pulling up his gypsy pants while
the Senator busily wiped cum from his face and licked it off his fingers.
Dani hurriedly stuffed himself back into his slacks, tied the string and
scurried off into the darkness back in the direction of the carnival. His
calculating gypsy mind was racing with dozens of thoughts as he neared the
midway and, by the time he reached the core of activity, young Dani had
already arrived at the first major decision of his life.
Sandor reclaimed his post at the strongman station long before the Senator
ambled into view. Tucking a stained handerchief into the pocket of his
jacket, the man hoped he had cleaned every drop of Sandor's spectacular
semen from his person. He shook hands with several more carnival goers,
conscious that those same hands had just held on to a marvelous specimin of
gypsy cock. Passing by Sandor's stand, he nodded at the big Gypsy and
continued on through the crowd in the direction of the parking area. That
tattooed gypsy had been worth every greenback he'd given up, much more
worthwhile than the anonymous pricks he paid to service at his favorite
rest station or the pimpled hustlers he occasionally procured. The Senator
had a hunger for dick and an unquenchable thirst for sperm, a weakness
which was privy to only a few up on "the hill". Thus far he had managed to
hide his latent homosexual tendencies from the constituency and planned to
remain hidden in his closet, just so long as he could enjoy an occasional
taste of his favorite nectar.
The parking area was crowded on this, the final eve of the roving carnival
and the Senator had a bit of trouble locating his vehicle. He had come
alone to the event, carelessly leaving his entourage behind, knowing full
well what he intended to do there. It was a dangerous thing for a man in
his high-profile public position to do, but when it came to cock there was
no sense of reason for the middle-aged dick-lapper. Twice in the past
month he'd narrowly averted exposure while eating dick in a semi-crowded
public restroom in Virginia. And then there was that time he'd had to pay
one especially wise-assed, but extremely well-hung, male whore triple the
normal fee to keep his mouth shut. While he feared seeing his name
splashed across the papers, the Senator had no self-control. His addiction
to dick was even stronger than his morning caffeine rush.
Spotting his freshly polished car in the poorly lit lot, he hastened to get
away from the area. Clicking off the alarm, he was surprised to discover
he had not even activated the device. Had he been in such haste to get at
the humpy gypsy stud that he hadn't taken precaution to secure his vehicle?
Shaking his head in silent chastisement, the Senator realized he had to
come to terms with his addictions and stop taking chances. Unlocking the
door, he pressed himself into the masculine scented leather-clad darkness
and sparked the ignition. Carefully zig-zagging through the crowded lot,
he made his way to the main street and watched the midway lights gradually
diminish behind him.
A pleasant, relaxing jazz tune issued from surround speakers when he
flicked on the compact disc player. The Senator lit up a cigarette,
another of his vices, and enjoyed the moment as he turned onto the beltway.
Now all he needed was a nightcap, which would be prepared once he arrived
home, and his pleasant evening would be complete. Marlboros, martinis and
mancock---what else could a grown stud ask for? If it were still the
sixties, he thought, he might even go for a little hashish. But those days
were done. Well, at least he'd given up something!
Something---he wasn't sure exactly what---made him look into his rear view
mirror. And what he saw there caused the Senator to nearly drive his
automobile off the freeway! Seated, entirely nude, on the back seat of his
Jaguar was the most gorgeous young teen he had ever seen in his fifty-odd
years! The Senator blinked, then blinked again, just to be sure he wasn't
hallucinating. The kid was absolutely breathtaking with dark, olive skin,
shiny shoulder-length raven hair, wide impressive eyes bordered by long
curly lashes and the biggest, hardest dick he'd ever seen on a boy so
young! The boy just looked back at him, almost innocently, through the
reflecting mirror.
"Wh-Wha-Who?" he Senator mumbled as he tried to regain control of the
powerful car.
"I'm Dani," the boy spoke in a surprisingly deep voice, "with the
carnival."
"How did you---," the Senator swallowed hard; this couldn't be happening.
"How did you get in here?"
The beautiful boy smiled mischeviously. "We gypsies have our ways. I was
hiding behind your seat until certain you had left the gypsy camp."
Recalling the deactivated alarm, the Senator now clearly remembered having
set it upon his arrival at the carnival. The cunning gypsy-child had
tripped the alarm, broken into his car and was now taking a naked joy ride
with a hefty hard-on arcing up and out from between his legs. If he'd run
the car off the road and the police had been summoned, how could he have
possibly explained away this predicament, the Senator wondered. He'd have
been exposed!
The young boy seemed to have read his mind, for he broke the silence by
revealing, "I saw you and my father, the great Sandor, back out behind the
tents. You enjoyed gypsy penis, did you not, Mr. Senator? I could tell
that you did. You drank every last drop of my father's gypsy seed."
Blackmail, that was it! The kid was part of some blackmail plot! Damn it
all to hell, that muscle-brained tattooed gypsy was going to cost him more
than he'd originally bargained for.
"How much?" the Senator asked. As much as he did not want it to show, he
was beginning to perspire.
"Oh no, I don't want your money!" the boy exclaimed.
"Then---what?"
The kid settled back in the seat and smiled, his even white teeth
positively gleaming in the night. "You are going to take me home with you.
You are going to give Dani an education like other boys. The gypsies will
never miss me; it will be one less mouth for them to feed. Dani needs more
than the gypsy life and you, Mr. Senator, will give it to me."
The Senator listened, incredulous. "And what if I don't?"
A sly look came over the boy's dark, handsome face. "Oh, I'm sure you
would not want the newspapers to hear about what the respected Senator buys
from gypsy men in the darkened shadows of the midway."
"This is crazy!" the Senator blurted out. "This is the lamest blackmail
plot I've ever heard of! You've got to be joking! You're just a kid! Who
will believe the word of a smart-ass gypsy vagrant over a revered
politician?"
The boy merely cocked his head to the side, all confidence. "Shall we find
out, Mr. Senator?"
The Senator was silent for a moment, pondering his predicament. As
outlandish as his request sounded, the kid actually seemed sincere. "What
do I get out of all this---other than your silence?"
The gypsy boy's long lashes lowered seductively and he pressed his hardness
out towards the Senator with the back of his fist. "You get this,
Mr. Senator, whenever you want it."
The Senator could hardly believe his ears---or eyes! This gorgeous gypsy
kid with the cock of a grown man was offering himself as a personal sex
slave in return for room and board! The Senator feasted his eyes on the
kid's tight, lightly muscled body and felt his cock, which had been hard
from the moment he'd seen the boy, jump excitedly in his pants. He'd been
wanting someone permanent, to save him the embarrassment of hustlers and
public johns. If he were to take on this fantastic looking studmuffin as
houseboy he would never have to leave home to quench his lustful desires.
The chances of being unmasked would be minimized! Could it work? Should
he take the risk? It only took the Senator a moment's thought to reach his
decision.
Parking in the garage of his large, modern home, the Senator whisked naked,
young Dani inside. Fixing himself an extra dry martini, and preparing the
boy a light meal, he listened as Dani recounted his dreams and aspirations
and soon found himself falling in love with the handsome youth. Later,
taking the lad into his bed, he caressed Dani's smooth skin, kissed his
tender lips, sucked on his pert nipples and devoured his man-boy cock. He
sucked him on and off throughout the night, drinking load after load of
sweet boy cream. Dani enjoyed each and every one of his first orgasms.
When he confessed to the Senator that he'd been a virgin up until the past
few hours, the older man practically blew his own nut. Determined to break
the lad in all in one night, he turned the boy over on his belly and dove
in between his taut melons, nibbling on the trim, tight ass. His tongue
ran up and down the hairless crevice, slurping away at the insides of
Dani's boy cheeks. When the tip of the Senator's tongue stabbed at his ass
ring, Dani was in seventh heaven! It felt so good to have the man tickling
his hole!! Soon the Senator's entire mouth was covering his hole and his
tongue was worming its way inside. Dani writhed around on the bed, his big
cock digging into the mattress and leaking pre-cum. The Senator repeatedly
forced his tongue into young Dani's boy butt and literally bathed the area
with slippery saliva. Soon the wriggling tongue was replaced by the older
man's index finger. Dani moaned when the thick digit slid between his firm
cheeks and invaded his virgin hole. The Senator expertly worked him open
and soon had two fingers buried up inside the boy's overheated pussy. He
fingerfucked him slowly and methodically, carefully twisting around to open
the handsome stud muffin even wider. Finally satisfied the boy could take
him, the Senator kicked off his boxers and slid up on top of the perfect
body, his knob pressed up against the kid's crack. Dani whimpered softly
as the bigger man entered him. Even though his prick wasn't especially
large, it felt as if he were being skewered by the hot, hard beast. The
Senator pumped him, slowly at first, feeding inch after inch of mandick
into his oh-so-tight asshole. He didn't stop until he'd bottomed out.
Dani roughly bit into the bedcovers as the Senator had his way with him.
It hurt, but it hurt in a good way, he thought as the older man's exertions
became more deliberate. He was cooing words of love and everlasting
loyalty into Dani's ears, but couldn't see the self-satisfied smile that
played over the young gypsy's lips. Dani knew at that moment he could
attain whatever he desired from the Senator, so long as he continued to
give up his boy-pussy. Determined to make this first fuck memorable for
the old geezer, Dani bucked back against the man, egging him on. The
Senator took the bait and starting plowing into him with renewed vigor.
Dani's insides gripped his prong like a vice, adding to the pleasure of the
virgin fuck. His assring was so tight on the throbbing member, but the
Senator continued to ram and screw himself into the tiny boyhole. Sparks
of pleasure shot throughout young Dani's body as the man's knob massaged
his flaming prostate.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Senator!" he moaned sexily. "Your big dick feels so good in
my nice, deep hole. Please don't stop! Please do this to me all
night---every night! I will be your toy whenever you want me! Oh, yes,
Mr. Senator!"
Believing that the boy really craved an old fart like him was more than the
Senator could bear on the first time out. With a pained cry, he shuddered
and unloaded a ball-bag full of cum way up inside the gypsy boy's guts.
Dani felt the hot, wet liquid splashing away deep within him. The Senator
collapsed on top of him and, for the second time that night, Dani feared
he'd had a massive coronary! But when the man's hands began caressing his
body and his lips nibbled at the nape of his neck, Dani realized his new
"daddy" was far more virile than he appeared!
The Senator swung by the campgrounds the following day to satisfy himself
that the traveling gypsy show had departed. True to Dani's word they were
gone, seemingly without a second's thought to the missing youth. Any fears
he'd harbored about gypsy retaliation diminished as the weeks went by.
Dani was the perfect little houseboy, cleaning the big home during the day
and making feeble, but well-intentioned, attempts at cooking meals. He
learned how to make an excellent martini and had one waiting for the
Senator every day, greeting the horny man at the door wearing not a stitch
of clothing. Sometimes they didn't make it out of the foyer before Dani
was down on all fours getting plugged like a dog. The Senator taught Dani
the fine art of cocksucking, and soon had the boy's beautiful lips wrapped
around his swollen knob. Dani learned to suck like a professional; the
Senator marveled at his natural born talent! At first he found mancum to
be distasteful, but after awhile he was swallowing it as his favorite
milkshake.
The Senator used his contacts within the government to obtain a birth
certificate and social security identity for his "nephew". There were many
who owed Senator Wells a favor and granted his requests without question.
Dani the gypsy boy became Dan Wells. He kept every promise to Dan,
providing him with everything the lad desired. And Dan paid him in turn
with every devilishly delicious curve of his maturing body. When eyebrows
began to raise up on Capitol Hill over the handsome young thing at Senator
Wells' side, he was sent off to an elite boarding school in Switzerland
where Dan revealed himself to be a bright young man. Above all else, he
had wanted to receive an education; Dani had no intention of being an
ignorant gypsy boy forever. Once a month, the Senator flew up to spend a
weekend with his "nephew" and every waking moment they shared in the
prestigious hotel's large bed, fucking and sucking to their heart's
content. Dani purposefully failed to convey the shocking news that halfway
through the semester he had become the old headmaster's fuck-hole, a fact
which didn't hurt his steadily rising grade average.
When Dan reached the age of sixteen he requested Senator Wells bring him
back home to DC, where he could finish his education. Wells was
dumbfounded, as Dani had seemingly enjoyed his years at the school, but
complied with the boy's request. Only a few hours after his plane had
departed, police were summoned to a private chateau where the foreign wife
of a famous American singer had shot her handsome Swiss ski instructor
boyfriend dead. The undisclosed report indicated that the distraught woman
had recently learned her stud was throwing the socks to one of the teenaged
boys from out at the private school.
The identity of the mystery-boy lover was never discovered.
Some time later, on an impromptu trip to Vail, Colorodo, Dani impressed the
Senator with expert moves he'd learned on the ski slopes of Switzerland.
A private screening of Tom Bruize's latest film was what ignited the acting
bug within Dan Wells, but it took a misfortune to make it become a reality.
Invited out to the Kennerling compound, Senator Wells took Dan along.
Senator Ted Kennerling, a bit of a rogue himself, knew of Wells'
relationship with the good-looking youth and secretly planned to get a
piece of his gypsy ass while they partied the night away. Within a few
months, Dan would be seventeen and had certainly grown into a strikingly
handsome young man. His face, forever tanned, was sculpted into angular
perfection with heavy arched brows, deep liquid brown eyes, classic
Romanian nose and full, succulent lips. He wore his silky, jet-black hair
at medium length, barely covering his ears but cascading over his collar in
the back. Senator Wells noticed the obvious appraising looks his "nephew"
got and wondered how long it would be before the little stud decided he
didn't need him anymore. Although the hunky youth swore his undying
devotion to Wells, the Senator was far from convinced. All gypsy trash
were sneaky and manipulative, and Dani was certainly no exception.
Spending a sex-soaked evening out at the Kennerling compound was a way, he
thought, of keeping Dani's fine flesh in the "family" for a bit longer.
There were five other middle-aged male acquaintances of Senators Kennerling
and Wells in attendance at the party but, not so oddly, no women were
present. As it turned out, Dani was not the youngest guest---the cute,
blond, son of the "Judge" was one year his junior. The two boys had very
little in common and seemed to be disinterested in one another during the
early part of the evening. Dani remained faithfully at Wells' side,
supplying him with martini after martini, laughing at the other men's
unfunny jokes, smiling at the appropriate time and generally charming the
entire room---all, that is, except for Chipper, the Judge's son. Chip had
come to the party expecting to be the main entertainment, as he always had,
and this Dan Wells slut appeared to be posing a threat to young Chip's
position.
By the time they gathered in the screening room for the high-budget Bruize
pseudo-gay vampire flick, most of the adult men were pleasantly
intoxicated. Kennerling passed around a tray of neatly arranged rows of a
white, powdery substance from which most of the men were encouraged to
partake. Wells declined for himself and Dan, but the elderly Judge allowed
Chipper to snort a line up his snooty nose. The lights went down and the
screen came to life with an array of images which Dan found instantly
addictive. Bruize was paired with the other American hearthrob, Brad Zitts
and they sure looked like they were into each other. It wasn't until years
later, when Dan was privy to Hollywood's underbelly, that he learned the
behind-the-scenes scoop regarding the filming of "Chat with the
Bloodsuckers". Bruize, as it turned out, wasn't interested in former
hustler Zitts at all---he preferred his "bottoms" much younger. Zitts, on
the other hand, spent a great deal of his off-screen time in the trailer of
hunky Spanish co-star Antonio Bandolero, where they rocked the thing off
its wheels during lunch break.
Dan absorbed every frame of the film, imagining himself in the pivotal
Zitts role. He fantasized being the one up there on the silver screen with
Bruize and Bandolero, pretending for all the world to be someone other than
he really was. The credits rolled by and his investigative eyes scanned
each name, committing some to memory and discarding others. Executive
producing credit went to one David Griffin, who Dan assumed must be an
important man. His knowledge of the film industry was minimal at best, but
in the short space of two hours Dan had suddenly seen a purpose to his life
which went far beyond playing housepup to the aging Senator Wells. The
wheels of his gypsy mind had already begun turning and plotting how he
would achieve that goal.
The film ended and the large screen silently slipped up to its encasement
in the ceiling. The partygoers indulged in another round of cocktails and
all appeared to be having a swell time. Except for Dani, who was quite
bored with all the older men and entertained himself with visions of movie
moguls and marquees bearing his name. Evidently, young Chipper was equally
unenthused with his father's friends and their older generation
conversations. The cute boy fidgeted openly and finally rose from his seat
on the wrap-around lounging sofa to wander about, inspecting Kennerling's
collection of trinkets and memorobilia displayed throughout the large,
comfortable room. Dani's eyes carefully followed the younger boy as he
non-chalantly made his way to the sidebar and helped himself to another
line of cocaine. Quickly glancing over at the Judge, Dani saw the man was
far too engrossed in conversation with some bespectacled old fart to have
noticed his son's private partying. Curiously, he watched the soothing
effect the drug seemed to have on the sixteen year old. Chipper's eyes
closed and his body began swaying to the sweet jazz melody quietly coming
from the expensive surround stereo system. Slowly the boy sashayed his
slender, youthful body to the center of the room and quickly had everyone's
attention with his semi-erotic floor show.
The supercute slim boy lifted his loose-fitting jersey up and over his
head, revealing a lean, lithe upper body, and allowed it to fall carelessly
to the floor as he continued to move to the music. Reaching for his fly,
he unzipped his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. Kicking off
his shoes, Chipper slipped out of silk socks and stood before them with
thumbs tucked into the elastic waistband of tight, white cotton briefs.
The rising bulge in the front of his shorts was unmistakeable. Grinding
his hips slowly and erotically, the boy pulled the last remaining article
of clothing from his taut frame. There was practically no hair on his body
anywhere, only a small nest around his semi-hard, slightly-better-than-
average-sized boymeat.
"Your boy is looking as good as ever," Kennerling commented to the Judge as
he passed around a box of rare Cuban cigars to the ogling men. "Just hope
you have been keeping his sweet little boy ass nice and loose for us."
The old Judge nodded in response, his drooling lips smacking together
expectantly as he watched the torrid show his pride and joy was putting on.
The sixty-two year old, white-haired pedophile had been playing with young
Chipper since shortly after the death of his wife, when the boy was seven
years old. Over the years he shared the lad with his close circle of
horndog friends, who found Chip's cocksucking techniques almost as
unforgettable as his talented boy-pussy. The Judge confessed to Kennerling
one drunken evening that a thick butt plug inserted in his son's rectum
each night at bedtime kept Chip horny and ready for a fierce fucking.
Kennerling was surprised that the sex-crazed change-of-life kid hadn't
killed his old man by now! Or that the old man's antics hadn't been
discovered and another Capitol Hill scandal swept under the rug!!
Mesmerized by the sight, Dan's hands moved under the material of his shirt
and stroked the smooth surface of his pecs and abdominals with one hand
while he squeezed the growing mound in his crotch with the other.
Chipper's blue eyes suddenly opened and looked directly into those of the
gorgeous teen-meat fondling himself on the sofa. Turning away from the
group, he took a wider stance and reached down to grasp the outside of his
thin ankles. The smooth, hairless cheeks of his butt split open, revealing
the boy's sweet, tight hole---ready and able for all comers. He looked
back over his shoulder at Dani, a lustful stare beckoning the other boy to
come join him. He'd been had by these old farts time and again over the
years; tonight Chipper wanted to be fucked by someone young, handsome and
virile. Dan Wells fit the order quite nicely.
The strain in his pants more than he could handle, Dan stood and quickly
stripped off his clothes. The older men were silenced by the absolute
beauty of the seventeen-year-old youth. Unlike Chipper, Dan's body was
perfectly toned. All traces of babyfat had disappeared from his gorgeous
body, leaving light muscular definition in its wake. The youth had
impressive biceps accompanied by a full curve of pectoral development
prominently displaying large, darkened nipples which screamed to be sucked.
His torso was flawlessly smooth and tight, flaring down to an almost tiny
waist; runner's muscles were deliciously pronounced in his thighs and
calves. But it was the huge piece of dripping horsemeat jutting up from
the manicured blue-black patch covering his groin which made the men gasp
with a mixture of astonishment and jealousy. None of the mature group
could come near to the proportions of the young buck's ample appendage!
Dan advanced on Chipper, who turned to face the other boy with wide-eyed
astonishment. The lusty blond dropped to his knees in front of the
olive-skinned youth and curiously looked the huge weapon right in its
pulsing eye. The fleshy cock lips pulsed open and released a hefty dose of
clear, young pre-cum which Chipper scooped up onto his panting tongue. He
swiped his tongue around the flared ridge of Dan's perfect cock head, and
then swallowed the entire fat knob between his greedy lips, sucking on it
as though it was his dead mama's tit. Dan held onto the boy's head and
treated him to more tasty ball juice. Slowly his hips began working
against Chipper's face, fucking more of his big tool into the gaping mouth
and working the head down into the tightness of the youngster's throat.
Chipper slurped and sucked, moaned and groaned and kneaded Dan's tight,
dimpled butt cheeks, pulling him closer into him. He wouldn't be satisfied
until he'd swallowed every inch of that huge, delicious youthful prick---a
delightful change from the aged cocks he was usually forced to eat.
Earlier in the evening Chipster had felt threatened by Dan's presence; now
he was pleased as fucking punch that the fellow teenager had come---and
would cum---again and again and again.
Dani lowered himself to the floor so that he and Chip lay alongside each
other in a sexy sixty-nine position. Wrapping his lips around the blond's
flexing six-and-a-half incher he swallowed it all down in one fast gulp,
immediately establishing himself as a veteran cocksucker. The boys
animalistically feasted on each other's meat, stuffing their faces whole
and toying with ball sacs and assholes. Shifting again, Dan rearranged
Chip flat on his back while he did long-dicked push-ups into the Judge's
son's mouth as he bobbed up and down on the kid's tasty joy stick.
"Damn you, Wells," Kennerling muttered as he yanked his short, fat member
out of his slacks and began fisting it. "You've been holding out on us.
Your "nephew" is one hot piece of boy ass!" The other men quickly followed
suit, ripping open their drawers and releasing excited, rigid tools into
masturbatory pleasures.
The boys were really going to town on each other on the carpeted floor.
Dani had Chip's legs tucked under his big biceps while his tongue dove in
and out of the kid's hairless asshole. Chipper had Dan's thick schlong
embedded all the way down to the root in his mouthhole. They sucked,
licked and chewed at each other, new horny lovers enjoying their first time
out. Dani plunged his weapon over Chip's messy lips, the kid's fingertips
lightly caressing the exposed length of his thick meat. The teen's asslips
fluttered open for Dan's oral assault, allowing his tongue deep access into
the steamy pit.
Kennerling, the over-sexed Senator, couldn't stand being odd man out in his
own family's compound. Shucking his pants and boxers, the fiftyish
salt-and-pepper haired man crawled up behind Dani and pressed his purple
cock-knob against the gypsy boy's tight young ass. Taking time out from
Chip's hot box, Dani looked back and fixed his dark eyes on the sex-crazed
Senator. Kennerling lunged and sunk his bulk up inside of the lean,
well-defined boy. His eyes rolled up in his head as Dani's ass muscles
constricted around his shaft and began pumping him from within. It felt as
though a thousand little tongues lined the handsome gypsy boy's hot and wet
pussy walls, working in unison to massage his aching prick. Getting over
the initial shock of diving into such a fevered honey pot, Kennerling began
to move his shaft in and out of the steamy hole, fucking Dani like stud
he'd been in his younger days. The friction in his asshole was causing
Dani's big, leaking cock to wedge itself dangerously deep in Chipper's
straining throat as the smaller framed boy struggled beneath him on the
plush carpeting.
They changed fucking positions often. Kennerling fell over on his back;
Dani pulled himself out of Chipper's loving mouth and proceeded to straddle
the Senator's groin---jouncing up and down on the thick, rigid cock like a
bucking bronco rider. The old, wrinkled Judge hobbled over to stand in
front of the dark boy and feed him his ancient pecker. Chipper, meanwhile,
wasn't lonely for a moment. Five seconds after his mouth had been
abandoned by Dani's awesome rod, another was shoved into his gullet by one
of the guests. Sen. Wells wasted no time in scooting in between Chipper's
spread thighs and burying his prick in the saliva-soaked boyhole. The
other four men joined the orgy, standing alongside the boys beating their
meat and waiting in turn for some oral satisfaction.
Kennerling couldn't believe how damned fine it felt inside of Dan Wells'
asshole! He'd fucked lots of pussy in his day, he'd torn up more boy-ass
than he cared to remember, but this one had the most fantastic tunnel of
love he'd ever probed! The kid's channel was part pussy, part asshole! No
single asshole could make love to his rod the way Dani's continued to do,
milking that shaft with warm, wet embraces. Wells' nephew (if that's what
he really was) was born to be fucked, screwed and hammered. And he was.
By each of the men in the room. They fucked him on into the daylight, long
after Chipper had passed out from sheer exhaustion and lay spent and
crusted with cum. By the time the morning rooster crowed, Dani's raw,
abused hole was liberally flooded with cum juice from the hornys studs--and
Kennerling, the old stud, was having yet another go at him. Dani lay flat
on his back, running his hands all over the Senator's heaving body and
stared longingly into his eyes as the other man plowed him, knowing full
well he now held the man securely by the balls. His life with Wells had
ended this night; from now on Kennerling would be his sugar daddy.
Dani had no idea at that moment how accurate his assumption would soon turn
out to be. Just as Kennerling began to pant loudly, pumping shorter and
faster as he neared orgasm, the Senator absently looked up at the sofa and
saw Wells' face etched into a painful grimace as he clutched his chest and
fell back against the cushions. There was a part of him which wanted to go
to his fellow colleague's aid---the man was having a heart attack, for
God's sake---but the onslaught of orgasm outweighed the other Senator's
predicament. Kennerling's head thrashed from side to side as he screamed
out a loud barrage of obscenities and unloaded his ball sauce into the
gorgeous lad's greedy, clutching boy-pussy. He couldn't remember cumming
so completely and forcefully in the past twenty years of his life and
wanted to savor each mind-blowing moment. By the time he managed to
disentangle himself from delectable Dani and attend to the ailing Senator,
Wells was dead.
The events that followed were a blur to Dani. Kennerling took charge as
easily as he commanded the Senate floor, whisking both boys out of the
compound along with the Judge. Two other men helped him stuff Wells into
his car and drove it off the compound and out to the main road. Certain
there was no other car in sight, they moved. Placing Wells' dead body
behind the wheel, Kennerling steered the car toward a rickety old bridge
which crossed the raging river, and jumped from the vehicle. In a matter
of seconds the car had missed the bridge and tottered over the embankment
into the deep, murky water. The Senator knew their quick actions would
cover any time discrepency and Wells' heart attack would conveniently
explain the "accident". No one would ever have to know about another night
of debauchery out at the Kennerling compound; there'd been enough scandal
there already. Teddy was very experienced at concealing these sorts of
things.
Dani remained secreted away at the Judge's estate. He showed absolutely no
remorse over the Senator's untimely death; he'd used the older man to
escape the gypsy caravan and attain an all-important education. In his
cold mind's eye, Wells had outlived his usefulness months prior to his
death; a separation had been inevitable anway. On the other hand,
Sen. Wells' passing had a sobering effect on the Judge, who barely
acknowledged the two teens in the days leading up to, and following, the
funeral. Every time he passed a newstand, the old man imagined the
potential headlines blaring out "Supreme Court Judge Involved in Sex and
Death Scandal"! He resolved to send Chipper away and work on mending his
evil ways...one day...soon...
The boys amused themselves in the big old house by finding out how many
rooms they could fuck in without being discovered by the Judge's staff.
They banged each other from attic to basement and back again. In fact, on
the day the mourners gathered to lay Sen. Wells to rest, Dani had Chipper
laid out flat on his back in the Judge's spacious bed, pounding his ass to
kingdom come! Ultimately, Chipper became jealous when Dani easily seduced
the Italian chef, the Hispanic housekeeper and the hot, hunky gardener,
bragging to the younger boy of his conquests. The blond boy had been
trying for months to get into the muscle-clad, hairy-chested gardener's
overalls and sex-crazy Dani had accomplished the deed in a few short hours.
Chipper became sullen and morose, refusing to dine with Dani or remain in
his company. Dani didn't care. He knew every nook and cranny up Chip's
ass by now and the boy wasn't doing much for him with only over six inches.
Dani was used to having a MAN and seemed to have very little trouble
finding one during his prolonged visit. He was lounging poolside clad in a
form-fitting spandex bikini, just about to make a move on the
twenty-something straight and buffed pool guy, when he was summoned into
the house.
Chipper's depression had alarmed the old Judge, who convinced Kennerling to
find other accomodations for Dani. With only a few hours to pack before
the Senator's car came for him, Dan made haste. In a way, he was glad to
be getting out of the depressing Victorian house and away from the
grandfatherly old man and his young, sniveling son. Removing some clothing
from his dresser drawer he happened to glance out the window and observed
the hunky straight dude attending to the pool clad only in a pair of short
denim jeans. He'd missed out on that one, Dani thought, but then
again---perhaps not! Quickly tossing armloads of personal belongings into
two bags, he scampered down the back stairs unseen by the Judge, and
re-entered the pool area. Within ten minutes he had Mr. Straight in the
shed, shorts around his ankles, while he slobbered around the hunk's eight,
fat inches. When the guy later admonished, after he'd shot his impressive
load up Dani's scorchingly hot ass, that---honestly, he'd never been with a
guy before---Dani was reassured of his power over men.
The boy was spirited away to a five star hotel in downtown DC where he was
later joined by Kennerling himself. The Senator explained how there had
been no provision in Wells' last will and testament for Dani; there was no
money with which to support him. Dan smiled to himself. No one knew that
Wells had been giving the boy a substantial monthly allowance which had
grown over the years in excess of ten thousand dollars. He had secreted
the money away into a safety desposit box at the local bank, where he also
regularly sucked off the fortyish bank officer in the vault. Dani
half-listened to Kennerling's speech---something about noticing Dani's
interest in movies....contacts in the movie industry... a New York City
friend of his deceased brother who owed him a favor....you know, the
brother who was linked with that mixed-up suicide-victim sex god Marlon
Munroe....an interview with a Broadway producer....booked on a flight
tomorrow afternoon, first class...
So even Kennerling, the dog, had come through for him. Broadway wasn't
quite the movies, but it would be another stepping-stone toward his
success. The poor Gypsy boy would make good; one day his father and the
other gypsies would see him up on the silver screen and be proud of Dani.
He planned how he would slip out of the hotel in the morning and empty his
safety deposit box, after he'd emptied the bankers balls, of course. It
would give him wide berth to be back in the room by the time Kennerling's
car came to escort him to the airport where Dani would start a new life.
New York City! Broadway! The Empire State Building! Twin Towers! Times
Square!
Young Dani was so filled with excitement that he dropped his drawers,
tossed himself across the bed, hiked his legs up to the ceiling and allowed
Kennerling a gratitude fuck.
He only hoped this one wouldn't drop dead on him yet....at least, not until
he was airbourne and out of the political "life"... Hollywood
awaited....and Dan Wells, with his equally talented foxhole, was more than
ready for his shot at stardom....