Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2001 01:46:10 -0400
From: Jon Royale <JRoyale@msn.com>
Subject: Valley Of The Gay Dolls 2
While this serialized story is set in the glamorous world of the
entertainment industry and the names of certain fictitious celebrities
might seem familiar, any similarity between them and a living (or dead)
person is purely coincidental. You must be of legal age to read this
sexually explicit material. Copyright is retained by the author.
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
LAST TIME IN THE VALLEY OF THE GAY DOLLS: Gypsy studmuffin Dani escaped
from his nomadic tribe by bribing a state senator after observing the
important dignitary performing oral sex on his father, the midway's strong
man. Senator Wells provided the underage gypsy boy with a new identity and
enrolled him in an elite Swiss finishing school. Dani, now known as Dan
Wells, received passing grades flat on his back over the old headmaster's
desk. Things heated up for the sixteen-year-old when his affair with a
handsome ski instructor was discovered by the hunk's married girlfriend,
who shot and killed the philandering lothario in a rage of jealous passion.
Returning to the States, Dan attended an orgy at the compound of Senator
Ted Kennerling. During the evening of debauchery, Senator Wells suffered a
fatal heart attack. To thwart any threat of scandal for the Supreme Court
Judge and his other politically important guests, Kennerling masterminded a
"cover-up". Dan was secreted away at the old manor house of the incestuous
Judge, whose young son Chipper became Dani's playmate. Chipper soon grew
jealous of darkly handsome Dan, who was fucking all the hired help,
prompting the Judge to force Kennerling to find other accomodations for the
lusty lad. Aware of the boy's budding interest in the movie business,
Kennerling arranged for an interview with a Broadway producer and booked
him on a flight to New York City. Packing up the nearly ten thousand
dollar nestegg he'd managed to spirit away from Wells over their years
together, Dani excitedly looked forward to his future.
AND NOW......
"SUCK!! FUCK!! SUCK!! FUCK!! The assembly of homeless whinos chanted in
the filthy alleyway, illuminated only by the fire blazing from a nearby
battered garbage can. There was an early autumn chill to the air in this
mostly desolate area of Manhattan, but the young man spread-eagled on his
back amidst rags and garbage barely felt it. One by one the putrid,
foul-smelling bums stepped up to him, unloading their swollen dicks from
pissy-scented ragged pants and offering themselves to the cock slut. The
nude man greedily gobbled each smegma-caked prick right down to the
unwashed mass of itchy, infested pubic hair and sloppily sucked away on it
like it was the dick of that sexy Latin pop singer with the jumping-bean
hips he'd done almost a year ago---just before everything in his life had
hit the proverbial skids.
The more virile, and not-as-rotgut-infested of the grimy group got up
between his milky-white thighs and stuffed their filthy cocks into his
cum-oozing, gaping fuckhole. He'd lost track of how many diseased loads
had flooded his ass---nor, for that matter, could he attest to the quantity
of rancid, raunchy-tasting semen he'd ingested. In his drug and
alcohol-induced state all he knew was that he was getting cock---lots of
cock---in a succession of varied length, width and color.
They loved him...
had always loved him...
they were his adoring fans!!!!
The uncircumcised cockhead in his slobbering mouth pulsed and drooled a
small load of watery cum. As the street urchin quickly extricated himself
from the slut's face-hole another fat knob pressed between his wet lips.
The deep cock-slit parted and a stream of strong, rank and deep yellow piss
flooded his oral cavity, washing down the previous occupant's load. It
seemed as if the bum would never stop pissing---urine was steadily flowing
down the freckle-faced white man's throat and leaking from the corners of
his mouth. Filthy vagrant cock slowly began to harden and soon the nasty
bum was pumping all of his eight inches far down the young whore's gullet.
At the same time, dirty fingernails pried his ass lips apart, releasing a
wave of spent semen. An older man with long, thinning, greasy hair, face
weathered and worn, and a look of madness in his eyes grabbed his leaking
cock, aimed it at the beautiful distended hole and slammed his fat rod
home. He fucked brutally hard and fast, tearing up the bottom's guts and
churning up the gallon of sticky cum deposited within his wet, dark hole.
It didn't take the crazed cardboard box dweller long to unload his nut,
just about the same time as the cocktube down the white man's throat let
loose. They both released near tidal wave blasts of ball juice---the best
he'd had so far tonight---causing his own meaty prick to convulse of its
own accord and blast ribbons of hot white sex sauce all over his prone
torso.
As soon as their nuts were drained two more night creatures took their
place...and so on and so on late into the night. Word spread through the
city's underbelly about the uptown freckled redhead cock slut servicing all
comers. By the time dawn began to pierce the night sky he had taken on no
less than one forty anonymous dirty cocks!
At some point he knew he must have blacked out, because suddenly he found
himself wandering down another deserted alley. Rats scampered over his
bare feet as the naked man drunkenly stumbled through the narrow alleyway,
grasping at the crumbling brick walls and overturned garbage cans for
support. He was confused, disoriented and frightened. Where was he? How
did he get here? WHAT IN THE HELL HAD HAPPENED?!?
Touching a trembling hand to his temple, he tried to remember...
YES, THAT WAS IT! Opening night...his comeback Broadway performance...back
to the Great White Way after all the Hollywood years...LA had jaded him,
turning him from a talented aspiring vocalist into a...a what? What was he
now? Heroin addict...alcoholic...pill-popping sex-crazed freak! They had
convinced him to get help...spent six months in that fucking clinic...they
told him it was too soon to start work again, but he craved the missed
adulation. Dozens of gold records...a Tony award...he had to taste success
again. The new musical...strenuous rehearsals...arguments with the
director...raw nerves...could he be as good as he was before or would he
suffer one final, miserable failure...the addict hairdresser...a hypodermic
needle..."horse"...stage hands finding him huddled in a corner at curtain
call...the understudy stepping on stage in his place...creeping out the
stage door and finding the nearest dive watering hole...gin, vodka,
tequila, who cared?...finished...washed up...no one loved him
anymore...walking the lonely streets...finding the "love" of street
people...
"DANI?" he cried out to the shadows in the narrow back alley. "DANI, ARE
YOU HERE?" No, Dani wouldn't be here in his time of need; Dani wasn't his
friend. He'd thought the handsome actor was his friend, but no, Dani had
used him just like he used all the other men in his life.
The shadows changed, taking on new formations. "JONATHAN? OH, DEAR, SWEET
JONATHAN!" Tears ran down his soiled cheeks for poor Jonathan, who never
could act but who set the world aflame with his chiseled coverboy looks and
his breathtakingly full crotch, only to have his charmed life end too soon.
If not Dani or Jonathan, then who awaited him in the shadows of the
alley---his knight in shining armour come to rescue him from his own
private hell? His eyes widened. The one true love of his life, the one he
had senselessly tossed aside in a stupid moment of selfishness. "DEL? IS
THAT YOU, DEL? CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHERE ARE YOU? YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, DEL!
NOT NOW! I NEED YOU, DEL!"
Realization suddenly crashed down upon him with a pounding force. Big
green bloodshot eyes widened in horror as he ran his hands over his
cum-caked body, dipping lower to touch the free-flowing wetness between his
legs. Dropping to his knees he gagged in repulsion---and then the
floodgate of self-pitying tears was released. Beating his fists against
the cobblestone pavement he shrieked like a banshee.
"OH, KIEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? BAD, BAD!! SO BAD, KIELY!!!!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KIELLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY!! KIELLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
O'MARA!!!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"FUCK YOU, YOU NO-GOOD SONOFABITCH!!! THIS IS MY SHOW AND WHO THE FUCK DO
YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME I'M NOT GOING ON? FUCK YOU!!!" The loud
outburst reverberated throughout the backstage of the old theatre,
enunciated by a three-quarter's empty bottle of Dewars being tossed through
the open doorway and smashing into pieces against the opposite wall. The
door bearing a golden star logo etched with the name "Allan Lawson" was
swiftly slammed shut, as if that could prevent the rest of the company from
hearing the heated verbal exchange.
The young director looked toward Stanley, the star's longtime assistant,
for support but the tired man merely rolled his eyes heavenward and shook
his graying head sadly. He'd seen it all during his tenure and recognized
that Lawson's latest descent into self-loathing might surely be his
last---yet he was powerless to do anything to stop the raging locomotive
steering a non-stop course toward destruction. Such a great star....such a
terrible waste!
Allan Lawson, at fifty-three years of age, had maintained enough of his
youthful good looks which, combined with his still-strong baritone vocal
chords, kept him employed in the entertainment industry for over forty-four
years! Lawson was discovered at age nine by an unwitting talent scout
attending his nephew's annual grade school holiday "extravaganza". The man
had made an appearance at the amateur play, not because he needed to sit
through yet another adaption of the birth of Christ on that long ago
Christmas Eve, but because his bitch of a sister would have disowned him if
he didn't witness little Timmy's (or was it Jimmy, he wondered) budding
theatrical genius. Not even a quarter of the way into the tedious ordeal
Sam Carson determined his nephew's talents were not unique from any other
average fourth grader. He still managed to flash perfectly phony Hollywood
smiles his sister's way every time Timmy (yes, he was reasonably certain
the little brat's name was Timmy) uttered a few too-loudly-spoken words.
By the time the event had plodded onward into the second act, Sam managed
to inconspicuously slouch comfortably low in his auditorium seat and was
just nodding off when the sweetly innocent voice of a young boy jolted him
from his doze. The kid was center stage, a little redhead with a Dutch Boy
haircut, costumed as an angel and beautifully performing "O Holy Night" as
no other nine year old could. The song was one of Carson's few holiday
favorites, yet he had never before heard it done with such unintentional
heart and soul. Captivated, Carson didn't dare scan his program for the
child's identity until the lad's final note was sung. Master Alan
O'Laughlin, it said.
Less than six months later, with his name only slightly altered, little
Allan Lawson opened on Broadway as the child lead in a brand new big budget
musical about a gang of loveable vagabond orphans. He debuted to
thunderous applause, rave reviews and instant child stardom. An orphan
himself, Allan's alcoholic adoptive aunt and uncle readily agreed to all
the talent agent's proposals and practically signed young Allan's life away
for a piece of the profit. The show actually continued on for another full
decade even when Allan departed after a two-year run. He was immediately
thrown into another lavish Broadway production, headlining the show. In
the brief hiatus between shows he managed to record his first album, a set
of show tunes, which sold well over a million copies. And by age fifteen
he'd appeared on the silver screen in no less than four top-grossing
Hollywood musicals. There was no one who wasn't familiar with the name of
Allan Lawson.
On his twenty-first birthday, Allan proposed marriage to Jeanette Kelley, a
dancer he'd met on the set of his latest Hollywood film. Figuring he had
an Oscar, a Tony and a Grammy under his belt, he'd might as well add a Wife
to the mix. He wasn't "in love" with the pretty Irish lass, but they were
fantastic in bed together. If passion could ever make a marriage survive,
the newlywed Lawsons were the ideal laboratory subjects. It was sometime
into their second year that Allan realized he had, indeed, stronger
feelings for Jeanette then when they'd entered the union. He craved her
kisses, her touch, her scent...even just the nearby presence of her. She
became his entire reason for being. When Jeanette announced she was "with
child", there was no happier man than Allan. He set about making plans for
a grandiose nursery in their west coast mansion and committed the
unthinkable crime of signing onto a television (yuck!) variety series, only
because the schedule would keep him close to home and allow him more time
with his future family.
But the baby was stillborn in the fifth month of pregnancy...and shortly
afterward Jeanette was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Less than a year
later she was dead. Allan went into a long period of deep mourning,
refusing to see any friends or associates. Turning his back on Hollywood,
television and recording, Allan discovered momentary solace in bottle after
bottle of liquor. It was on one of these drunken binges that Lawson's
young assistant managed to gain access inside the mansion and took matters
firmly into his hands. He made a strong pot of coffee, poured any
remaining booze down the drain and sat up all night with his pained
employer. Words came surprisingly easy for Allan; soon he was tearfully
expressing his grief with another caring person for the first time since
the tragedy. The two men remained locked inside the mansion for two full
days while Allan released his pent-up anguish without the aid of alcohol.
Less than two months later he debuted in his long-delayed mid-season
replacement variety series to rave reviews and astronomical ratings. Allan
Lawson appeared to be back on top again!
The series went on for seven successful seasons before Allan bowed out of
the project to take over the leading role in an established Broadway show
back on the east coast. His much-heralded return to the theater sparked
unaccustomed anxiety in Allan, who steeled his nerves with a tumbler of
vodka before the performance. His voice was near-perfect that night and
the reviews were excellent, so Allan decided that a nightly snort would
become ritualistic. But when one drink became two, two lead to three,
which was just enough to alert his ever-present assistant to Allan's
alcoholic setback. They had a heated argument, during which the faithful
employee proffered his immediate resignation if Allan didn't get himself
back on track. But Allan knew the younger man had become his crutch---his
lifeline---so he consented to the logical demands.
There were a number of setbacks over the years that followed. When the
musical began to fade after nearly five years, Allan stayed with the show
until the bitter end---against the advice of his managers. He didn't care
that the audience was no longer there. It was a safe haven for him; he
knew the production by heart, the company was like his extended family.
But as attendance dwindled and the threat of closure loomed, Allan took to
the bottle again. By the time the show closed for good, Allan was barely
able to maintain himself on stage. He went on a three-week drinking binge
which landed him in the hospital after a nasty fall. Listening to reason,
Allan checked himself into a detoxification center---his first of several
visits carefully hidden from the press.
Despite his fame and never-faltering talent, Allan Lawson was a lonely,
reclusive man. He kept himself secluded in the Hollywood Hills mansion
he'd shared with his beloved Jeanette, leaving everything as it has been
when she was alive. When the elderly housekeeper would come calling twice
a week, Allan locked himself up in the master bedroom until after she had
gone. His only contact with the outside world---in fact, the only person
resembling a friend---was his ever-present assistant, Stan.
Allan had long ago vowed to remain faithful to the memory of Jeanette and
to never, ever touch another woman. Yet, he was still a virile man and
sometimes sexual frustration became overpowering. He valiantly fought
those urges until he could control himself no further---and then he ordered
a bottle of cognac delivered to the house---to steel his resolve, he
reasoned. Stanley, ten years Allan's junior, was a sharp-witted man who
easily figured out the reason for his boss' duress and devised a plan to
alleviate Allan's anguish without the dangers of alcohol.
At the first sight of Allan's duress, Stanley placed a strategic telephone
call and within half an hour Sven, the Nordic "masseur", arrived---narrowly
beating the liquor delivery. Allan balked at the idea, but finally
relented to Stan's wishes and allowed the muscle-clad blond to torture his
aging body. Face down on the king-sized bed with a towel draped over his
lower body, Allan soon found himself relaxing under the big man's
therapeutic hands as they worked out the many knots in his neck, back and
shoulders. He didn't even argue when Sven reached under the terry-cloth
towel and began expertly kneading his fleshy buttocks. Allan was somewhat
alarmed to realize Sven's ministrations were aroused his sleeping prick
into erection, which now painfully pressed into the mattress beneath his
body.
And then, all at once, the strong Swede flipped him over on his back, thick
lips curling into a smile as he observed the roaring hard-on rising from
the matinee idol's loins. Before Allan even realized what was happening,
Sven leaned down, spread his jaws wide and engulfed the bulging tumescence
with his wet, slick throat. Allan grasped the other man's thick shoulders
in a feeble attempt to push him away, but soon found his fingers
intertwined in Sven's wavy blond hair, forcing his head down closer to his
groin. Sven's velvety tongue, succulent lips and throbbing throat massaged
Allan's main muscle, causing wickedly pleasurable sensations to course
through his writhing body. All too soon, with hips bucking wildly, his big
balls swelled and strong ropes of semen erupted into the sexy Swede's
sucking mouth. Sven didn't stop there: he kept drawing on the hefty tool
until every seed had been spent and then went to task licking up every
stray droplet of cum from Allan's sweat-drenched groin. Sven was known in
the secret inner circles of Hollywood as "sucker to the stars", revered not
only for his obvious talents but also his tight-lipped discretion. On that
particular evening, his first of many between the thighs of Allan Lawson,
he hastily departed the mansion and just barely made his appointment at
another Hollywood mansion where screen star, now television personality in
a husband-and-wife detective drama, Block Hutson awaited him poolside
wearing nothing but a smile and a thick mustache.
Lawson's career became a series of highs and lows, yet he remained always
active within the business. He still cut an occasional album, although
there was little market for his type of vocal talent anymore. The kids
today craved the deafening beats of rock and roll or the insistent pounding
of disco music. Hollywood musicals had become a thing of the past, so he
was often forced to take supporting roles in second-rate films just to keep
his name on the marquee. Every now and then one of the movies would gain
critical notice and interest would stir anew in the former child star.
Years of "b" movies eventually led to a strong part in a Sam Peckenridge
film which garnered Lawson an Oscar nomination. Although he failed to walk
home with the award, new doors opened for Allan and he went on to make a
series of noteworthy dramatic films before once again sinking into virtual
obscurity.
As Allan became accustomed to procuring the services of the many hustlers
along Santa Monica Boulevard (after Sven left "the business" to marry a
wealthy elderly matriarch), he found himself requiring Stan's company less
and less. Stan feared that without his guidance Allan would slip once
again into the blackness of alcoholism, but Allan merely shrugged off the
other man's worries. He'd survived a long career of exhilarating highs and
devastating lows and was still standing, whereas many of his contemporaries
had fallen to the wayside. Now in his early fifties, he was about to
return to Broadway for the first time in many, many years to headline a new
show directed by a fresh, young talent whose name was on the lips of
everyone in the business. He was determined to return to his roots in New
York and leave behind the cut-throat world of Hollywood. Once established
there, he would sell off his old mansion stuffed with its painful memories
and lease a penthouse apartment in Central Park West where he would live
out the rest of his days. There was certainly more than enough
sex-for-hire in the naked city to keep him occupied on the occasional
lonely night, but Allan Lawson was determined to build a life for himself
there with the movers and shakers of Manhattan.
And if Stan couldn't share in his enthusiasm, then he was welcome to remain
behind and seek other employment.
Allan's words all sounded good, but Stan remained skeptical. Many were the
times he had seen the man jubilantly excited before, only to have it all
come crashing down around him. Still, Stan doggedly remained at Allan's
side. The younger man had visibly aged over these many long years so that
he now appeared even older than Lawson! But his loyalty was intense, even
if his resolve had weakened.
Just as Stan predicted, things did not go according to Allan's rosy plan.
The show opened to mixed reviews; attendance was far less than expected.
Allan took the blame on himself for what he considered to be a failure.
Although the talented director reworked parts of the musical, reviving
interest and increasing attendance, Allan was already in a downward spiral.
One of the moves to improve the show had involved cutting one of Lawson's
numbers, which didn't sit well with him and resulted in an angry shouting
match between star and director. Allan continued to press the fact that,
whereas he was a seasoned veteran, the young director was a mere babe in
the woods. Other members of the company whispered that Allan Lawson was a
washed-up old war horse, further adding fuel to the fire. The crusher came
when Lawson learned the good-looking director was fucking Dan Wells, the
handsome young actor who had suddenly gone from a one-line speaking part to
a full-fledged dramatic role in the production. It wasn't that Lawson
minded Wells' advancement---the kid had indeed proved himself to be quite
talented---but Allan had had visions of Dan's full, moist lips wrapped
around his own manmeat. That's when the drinking began---again!
"I'M THE STAR OF THIS STINKIN' SHOW, YOU HEAR ME?" he bellowed drunkenly.
"ME AND NOFUCKINBODY ELSE! IF I DON'T GO ON, NOBODY GOES THE FUCK ON!"
Allan sluggishly got up from his chair in front of the dressing mirror to
go for his pack of cigarettes, another vice he'd recently taken up, and
stumbled. The director instinctively reached out to break his fall and sat
Allan down on the single bed, one of the perks he'd received in his
dressing room. Allan stretched his body out on the comfortable lounge, his
back turned on the other two men as he mumbled incoherently in his
alcohol-induced state.
"He's finished here. We've put up with more than enough of his theatrics
and I've been given authority to axe him," the director pointedly addressed
Stan in a hushed tone. Moving toward the door, he turned to look over his
shoulder at the pathetic form of the once-great legend. "Get him some
help...he need its big time."
Stan leaned heavily against the door and let out a painful sigh as he
pondered his next course of action. He wouldn't---couldn't---abandon
Allan. Despite the fact that it was dragging him down, he would stand by
the man's side and see it through to the end. As he was about to move
toward the telephone to call the doctor, who would authorize yet another
visit to a detoxification clinic, Stan clearly heard the director's
authoritative voice from the other side of the door:
"The show goes on. Where's the understudy? The red-head kid, you know.
What's his name? O'Mara, that's it. Kiely O'Mara."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Young newcomer Kiel O'Mara was a smashing success as he stepped into the
vacated shoes of superstar Allan Lawson. His voice was surprisingly strong
and he managed to pull off the dramatic dialogue quite well. The trades
literally buzzed with kudos for the unknown discovery while they whispered
about the reason for Lawson's sudden departure from the show. With each
performance, Kiel brought a new and exciting edge to his role, which was
hastily rewritten to explain the character's age difference. The box
office was swarming with requests for tickets; the musical was suddenly
booked weeks in advance. Kiel O'Mara was the toast of the
town---everyone's sweetheart. Columnists wanted exclusive interviews with
the eighteen-year-old, magazines vied for photographic layouts of the perky
Irish lad, recording industry bigwigs were desperate to sign him to an
exclusive contract. Kiel was in awe of the attentions being lavished upon
him, a small town boy from the midwest. Wisely, he stayed out of any
business discussions and concentrated on his art, leaving the decision
making to his trusted manager, Del Sanderson.
Del Sanderson was a friend of the O'Mara family, who was appointed executor
of the estate and guardian to the boy when Kiel's parents were killed in an
airplane crash six years prior. He was an attractive strawberry-blond
haired gent in his late thirties, who had secretly harbored a physical
attraction toward Kiel ever since he was a young lad. Kiel's parents,
fairly well off at the time of their demise, left Del an ample sum of money
which allowed him to remain close by the boy. When Kiel left their small
town to attend an academy of the arts in another city, Del took an
apartment in that city just to be nearby. Never once had he made an
advance on the cute kid, although the fantasizes which ran through his mind
as he lay in his bed in the next room of their modest New York apartment
were more than enough to soil his sheets. He marveled at the many changes
in the boy as he matured over the years, always certain that on his
twenty-first birthday, when Kiely came into his inheritance, he would also
succumb to Del's long-felt desires.
Kiely may have been too naive to realize Del's attraction, but the obvious
facts were not lost on Dan Wells. Dani had observed the adoring looks Del
gave his ward, the way his eyes ran over Kiel's body when his back was
turned to the older man, and his ever-present closeness to the boy. Dani,
of all people, knew only too well about the libido of mature men and how
appetizing young meat appeared to them. He'd spread his buffed thighs
enough times for older dudes to know how much they desired the taboo
pleasures of youth.
Early on in the musical, with only one line in the second act, Dan had a
great deal of time on his hands. He had absolutely no theatrical
background and had only been cast in the part due to a favor owed by a
mutual acquaintance. A bit part was not exactly what he'd expected when he
was spirited away from a bit of scandal in Washington, D.C. Dan was smart
enough to realize the door had been opened a mere crack; he had to grab
hold and control his destiny. He spent his down time carefully observing
all the other trained professionals around him, absorbing their talent for
his own future use. Quick to pick up on their director's attraction to
him, it wasn't long before Dan was flat on his back in the man's bed.
Shortly thereafter, his role was significantly expanded and, surprisingly
enough, gypsy slut Dan Wells turned out to give as good a performance on
stage as he did between the sheets.
There was no rivalry between Dan and Kiel. Dan realized the other boy had
a natural vocal talent, whereas his own talents seemed to rest in the
acting field. Although close in age, they were from opposite ends of the
social spectrum and appeared to have little in common. Dan was one of the
first to offer Kiel a congratulatory embrace following his awesome debut
stepping into the starring role after that drunk, Allan Lawson, was canned.
Observing the disintegration of the supposed "great star" was another
lesson for the newcomer. Dani decided it wouldn't hurt to befriend Kiel
O'Mara and ride his coattails to success, and gaining favor with his
dedicated manager might also be beneficial. How better to achieve his
goals than to deliver Kiel's ripe young ass to lusty Del on a silver
platter.
Kiel was grateful for Dan's company in the weeks that followed. It helped
to have someone his own age to spend time with when they weren't
rehearsing. Kiel and Dan spent a great deal of time investigating the
island of Manhattan, both of them virtual strangers to the "big apple".
They toured museums and galleries, rode to the tops of the Empire State
Building and the Towers, sunned in Central Park, shopped in trendy Soho and
dined at sidewalk bistros in Little Italy watching the rest of the world go
by.
Three months into their newfound friendship, Dan broached the subject.
They were seated side by side up in the balcony watching rehearsal on stage
as the flamboyantly gay choreographer led the dancers through a revised
routine. Dani could see the back of their director's curly brown haired
head as he carefully observed the new moves from his vantage point in the
orchestra seats.
Speaking low, as if to himself, Dan said, "He's a pretty decent fuck, that
director of ours."
Kiel's big green eyes widened in shock and he nearly choked on the bottle
of spring water he was sipping from.
Dan chuckled. "Come on, surely you had to have heard. He's been banging
me almost from the first week we started doing this thing. How do you
think I got out of that nothing walk on part and into something more
substantial. I don't have the training and background like you."
"B-But you are good!" Kiel stammered, incredulous.
Dan smiled again, his dark eyes twinkling. "That's what he says. All I
know is, a boy has got to do what a boy has got to do to get ahead in this
business, and sometimes it's a pleasurable sacrifice." And then, looking
directly at the startled redhead, he went for broke. "So, tell me the
truth, how is Del? He looks like a good, strong fucker."
Kiel was flabbergasted, speechless for a moment. "Del is a friend of the
family, my guardian and my manager. That's all!"
"Guardian?" Dan snickered. "Sometimes I would swear you'd just fallen off
the turnip truck! You're eighteen years old, Kiely. You don't require a
guardian any longer."
"But my family entrusted him to----" Kiel stammered onwards, shocked at
Dan's lurid suggestion.
"He wants you, Kiel," Dan pressed onward. "It's so obvious. Sure, he's
probably a great guy who stepped into the responsibility of taking care of
you after your folks died, but believe me when I say he's crazy about
you---in a sexual way. If it was me, I'd go for it. You could do a whole
heck of a lot worse---and probably will."
"But.....I've....never....I mean.....I wouldn't know how......"
"Wait a minute!" Dan shot forward in his chair, his sexy mouth hanging
open in astonishment. "Are you a virgin?"
Kiel's hesitation was all the confirmation that teen-of-the-world Dan Wells
needed. Actually, he'd figured weeks ago that Kiel had yet to pop a nut in
the traditional sense, but he needed to hear the other boy speak the words.
Kiel had blushed a deep shade of crimson, making his abundant freckles
appear even darker over his creamy complexion.
"Don't you ever jerk off?" Dan pressed on. "I mean---you must get horny
sometime!"
Kiel swallowed hard and shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the
subject. "S-Sure. Once in a while." In actuality, he'd been horrified
with his first "wet dream", although each subsequent one had begun to feel
better and better.
"Liar!" Dan chided him. "You don't even know to pleasure yourself. Guess
you've really never had anybody to each you. And---let me guess---you were
too afraid to ask old Del-man what was going on when you wet your jockey
shorts. Am I right?"
Kiel merely nodded in the semi-darkness of the heavily-curtained balcony.
He was amazed that Dan knew him so well.
"And him just waiting for you to give even the tiniest little indication.
Such a waste of time when you could be having a lot of fun screwing! I've
been fucking since I was twelve years old, when I caught my father giving
his dick to an important political figure for money," he announced.
Kiel's eyes widened again and he felt a stirring in his loins. "You did it
with your father!"
"Nah," Dan replied in mock disappointment. "Although his cock sure looked
fat and juicy! Almost as good as mine! Want to feel it?"
Kiel swallowed hard, "I....don't.....know...."
"Come on, stop being such a wimp. Give me your hand." Kiel was hesitant,
but Dan took charge. Taking hold of the trembling hand closest to him, Dan
brought it to his crotch. Kiel felt his heart pounding in his chest as Dan
covered his hand with his own and pressed it against the mound in the front
of his jeans. "Don't me afraid. Rub it around, squeeze it." To emphasize
his words he took a firmer grip on Kiel's milky white hand and moved it
over the expanding growth. With his free hand, Dan reached over and firmly
grasped Kiel's basket. The first-timer was already rock hard and appeared
to be packing a nicely sized piece.
They fondled each other through denim jeans in the darkness of the balcony
while rehearsals continued on the stage below them, the entire company
oblivious to what they were doing. Certain now that the other boy needed
no further guidance, Dani released his hold on Kiel's hand and tugged at
the young singer's zipper. He peeled the redhead's jeans and briefs down
to mid-thigh, exposing Kiely's throbbing teen-meat. The boy had a nicely
sized tool, although not nearly as mammoth as Dani's formidable weapon,
which rose from a thatch of auburn hair and pulsed with expectation.
Kiel's lithe young body jumped a little when Dani wrapped his fingers
around the pulsating member and gave it a few tender strokes.
Leaning his entire body in closer to the excited little virgin, Dani
nibbled on one dangling lobe and breathed hotly into his ear. "Feels good,
doesn't it, my friend?"
"Oh, yes!" Kiely sighed heavily and sunk lower in the seat, thighs spread
wide. Dani unfastened the buttons of his own fly and let his super-sized
dick out into the open, then took Keli's hand in his and molded it around
his fucktool. Keily audibly gasped at the intense heat and immense size of
the awesomely beautiful dick.
"Come on," Dani whispered hotly. "Jerk me like I'm jerking you!"
Gingerly, Kiel began to glide his hand along the thick, veiny length of the
other boy's blood-engorged erection. His fist traveled up to the rim of
the large, mushroom cap and then slowly down to the neatly manicured pubic
patch at its base. It seemed an incredibly long journey because Dani's
cock was so unbelievably huge, bigger than any grown man's could possibly
be! It jerked and bobbed with a life of it's own, seemingly reassuring the
young novice that he was bringing it much pleasure. Kiel wondered if he
was making Dani feel even half as good as the exotically handsome darker
boy was making him feel. Dani wasn't just stroking his cock, he was making
love to it with the palm of his hand and teasing the thick cord running
down its underside with the tips of his talented fingers. Suddenly and
unexpectedly grazing a thick thumb over the boy's sensitive cock head, Dan
caused Kiel to wriggle in his seat and moan even more loudly. Dan half
expected the troupe on stage below them to look up into the balcony for the
source of the grunts and groans, but the music and dancing adequately
muffled their love cries.
Reaching low between Kiel's spread thighs, Dan took hold of the boy's silky
ball sac and gently squeezed the tender orbs as he continued to jerk him
with the other hand. A self-satisfied smile crossed his darkly handsome
face as a huge gob of pre-cum pulsed from Kiel's yawning cock-lips.
Unhanding the boy, he came up off his seat and crouched into a kneeling
position between Kiely's legs. Yanking jeans down to the boy's ankles, he
spread those tender thighs with their light dusting of rust-colored hair,
took hold of the dangling ball sac and swiped his tongue up the underside
of the sweet young prick from base to tip. Swirling his tongue around the
head, he lapped up draining dick-goo and then devoured the entire length of
the prick with one hungry gulp.
Kiel's body stiffened as though every nerve ending was raw and exposed.
Never in his life had he felt such wondrous sensations. Dani was making
his cock all sloppy and wet, sloshing it around in his mouth and sucking
the life out of it. It felt so good when the head was embedded all the way
down in the dark-haired youth's throat, those inner muscles squeezing and
caressing the entire length lovingly. At the same time, Dani was milking
those balls in his sweaty hands, making the cum boil hotly inside his
tightening sac. Never in his young life had he felt so good; he wondered
why he had waited so long to experience the pure bliss of sexual
experimentation!
And then, abruptly, Dani came up off him. Sitting back on his haunches
with a smile on his face, those dark eyes twinking, the dance troupe
visible a distance behind and below him, he licked his lips sexily as one
hand toyed with Kiell's overly excited dick while the other stroked his own
leaking wand.
"Tonight, after the show, you come back to my place and I'll take you
places you've never even dreamed of," he challenged.
Kiely hesitated for one beat before he gushed in one breathless sigh, "YES!
OH YES!" He didn't know how he would explain it to Del, but somehow he
would sneak away from his trusted guardian and spend the night learning the
pleasures of sex from his obviously experienced friend.
Later, Del watched from the wings as Kiely flawlessly performed one of his
numbers, even though rehearsal wasn't actually necessary. The kid's vast
vocal range never ceased to amaze him...or anyone else, for that matter.
There was absolutely nothing about his young charge which didn't arouse
tender feelings in the older man. He loved Kiely, totally and completely,
and was certain one day that love would be returned. He just had to be
careful not to rush it and risk losing everything. Although jealous of the
inordinate amount of time Kiely seemed to be spending with that Wells kid,
Del was careful not to voice his objections. It was natural for Kiel to
gravitate towards someone his age. Just so long as Wells didn't exert
undue influence upon the impressionable boy.
Almost as if on cue, Dan Wells stepped into Del's line of vision and
shocked the older man by deliberating reaching out and grabbing a handful
of his crotch.
Dark eyes flashing, he spoke seductively. "Forget about him for one night
and come over to my place. Tonight, an hour after we close."
At first taken aback by Dan's blunt flirtation, Del appreciated for the
first time just how handsome the dark-haired boy was. Kiel had always been
the apple of his eye, there was room for none other. But here in front of
him, offering himself to him, was a marvelous specimen of blossoming
boyhood. His features were classic, almost sculpted to perfection. Medium
length, blue-black hair framed richly dark skin, thick arched eyebrows, a
perfect nose, and full, erotically succulent lips. His even teeth were
bone white, almost sparkling when revealed; his eyes were of an
ever-changing brown hue, bordered with long curling lashes. Tightly
compacted teen muscles corded his arms and strained against the thin fabric
of the tank top tucked into the low-waisted, body-clinging jeans he wore.
There was a scent of sex about him, oozing from his pores and upon his
breath as it washed over Del's face. He had all the signs of developing
manhood, but for all intents and purposes he was still a boy, and Del found
himself becoming overwhelmingly aroused.
Dan felt Del's cock stiffen under the thin material of his slacks and knew
he had won. A tiny, almost indiscernible smile turned up one corner of his
mouth before he gave the growing bulge a final deliberate squeeze, slipped
the spare key to his room into Del's pants pocket and then moved away into
the shadows of the backstage area. Del stuffed his hands deep into his
pockets and grasped his rock hard-on, already imagining how it was going to
feel buried balls deep in Dan Wells' hot, juicy boy pussy.
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That evening's sold-out performance received a rousing ovation from the
audience and the new production number was received especially well. Their
jubilant director took cast and crew to a local dining establishment to
celebrate their continued success. Dan begged off, complaining of a
nagging headache. Del was relieved when Kiel declined on the grounds that
he was overly exhausted. With Kiely tucked safely away in their apartment
he would make an appearance at the restaurant and then slip out in time to
keep his much anticipated rendezvous with Dani.
The old theatre had barely emptied when Kiel and Dani slipped out the stage
door, dodged autograph seekers, and hailed a cab, which brought them to
Dan's tiny apartment on the west side. The postage stamp sized living room
had enough space for a love seat and television set with a rigged-up
clothes hanger for reception and the bedroom was of equal size, allowing
only a queen-sized bed and small dresser. There was no kitchen, only a hot
plate in one corner of the room, and the tiny bathroom left barely enough
room to maneuver.
Dan planted his hands on Kiel's shoulders and gave him a shove, pushing the
other boy back onto the unmade bed and then crawled atop him, stretching
his body over the cute redhead's. Their mouths made contact as their hands
started tearing at each other's clothes. Dan ground his pelvis against
Kiel's, both their dicks instantaneously thickening beneath the fabric of
their jeans. Kiel had never before experienced another tongue invading his
mouth and found that he liked it very, very much. He decided that Dan was
an excellent kisser and obediently followed his cue, sucking on Dan's long
tongue and probing the insides of the other boy's hot mouth.
Before long they were both buck naked, Dani's bronzed gypsy skin a striking
contrast to Kiel's pale, freckled complexion. Kiel lay flat on his back,
head resting on the pillows while Dan was belly down between his spread
thighs, his own legs dangling off the edge of the bed as he went to work
sucking on Kiel's stiffie. His mouth traversed the shaft in long, hungry
strokes, driving the boy to writhe about in the sheets. Dan's soft, hot
tongue slid over the sensitive surface of the swollen cock head and teased
the fleshy piss slit with its blunt tip. All the while, his hands busily
kneaded Kiel's heavy, dangling ball bag. His lips continually sucked at
the length of the never-before-touched prick, devouring it far down into
his throat until Kiel's auburn bush tickled his fine Roman nose before
drawing back with slushy, slurping sounds. After some sloppy cocksucking,
he allowed the cute prick to pop from his mouth and snap back against
Kiel's flat belly. Taking it in one hand, he massaged the hot length in
his loving palm as he buried his handsome face in the young superstar's
nutsac and chewed on those sweet-smelling, cum-filled balls.
Kiel's hands were roaming all over his tight chest as his head rolled from
side to side on the fluffy pillow, pink tongue constantly working itself
over the surface of his wet lips. He couldn't believe how good it all felt
and wondered why he'd never done any of this before. If it was true what
Dani had told him earlier about Del, he now wished the man had long ago
done to him what Dani was now so expertly doing. He imagined Del, with
those mature blond looks, engulfing his engorged pole, sucking molten cum
from his boy-balls and then feeding Kiel his own man rod. He hadn't been
able to look at Del all day without imagining him nude and sporting a
massive erection. Dani's revelation had forever changed the way Kiely
would think of his trusted friend and guardian.
Dan came out from between Kiel's legs and hoisted himself up to the head of
the bed, trading places with the other boy. He sat with his back resting
against the headboard, muscular legs splayed lazily open and massive cock
arching upward. His huge ballsac looked like it contained dinosaur eggs as
it say nestled between his legs, resting on the mattress.
"Your turn," Dan announced. "Come on and show me what you've learned."
Swallowing hard, Kiel hesitated only momentarily before crawling on all
fours, like an obedient dog, into the V formed by Dan's husky outstretched
legs. This was the closest he had ever come to another guy's cock---the
big, beautiful python was mere inches from his face. It must have been
every bit of nine large, thick inches with heavy, gorged veins networking
just under the surface of its tan sheath. Dan's plum-sized mushroom-shaped
helmet was molded into perfection, its fleshy lips being pulled apart by
the sheer weight of the thing and revealing a deep, dank piss hole. Kiel's
eyes traveled down the solid pulsing surface of the handsome tool to the
dark nest of curls encircling the thick base and the bulging sac hanging
lazily below. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the intoxicatingly rich,
musky male scent emanating from the steamy crotch. The awestruck teen was
hardly aware that his jaw had dropped and his pretty pink tongue was
practically hanging out of his mouth. He wanted to taste that handsome
slab of horsemeat!
"Lick it...start right down there at the base...right before the place
where my balls start...that's right," Dan coached the newbie-cocksucker,
using all the dialogue he had so often heard spoken to him, one watchful
eye glancing over every now and then at the clock on the dresser. "Use the
tip of your tongue, just like that.....work your way up....up that thick
cord that goes all the way to the head....come on, use more of your tongue
now....swipe up with the surface of your tongue....all the way....ooh,
yeah....then flip your tongue and go back down....down....down.....up
again....come on, boy, you're doing great...feels real fucking
good....you're gonna make a great cocksucker....hold it steady at the
base...just like that....can't get your whole hand around it, can
you?...hold it still and lick around the head....there, right around the
ridge...come on, swirl your hot little tongue clear around that fat
head....oh, fuck, yeah....now curl your tongue and dip it into my pee
hole....flick it around....OH FUCK....you're makin' me fuckin' leak....hot
damn....lap up that pre-cum....tastes hot, doesn't it?....you like the
taste of my boy cream?...yeah, I can tell you do....lick it up,
Kiely....keep this up and I'm going to feed you a whole load before
long....now lick all over the top of that cockhead....all over.....fast,
faster....spitshine that fat knob, boy...make it all wet....fuck, you're
good....now pouch out those lips, open wide and swallow the head....you can
take it....watch your teeth....that's it, Kiely, wrap your lips under the
ridge and start sucking....use your tongue....lots of spit....hot damn it
feels good....you like sucking cock, Kiely?....don't answer now....use your
hands....let all that saliva running down make it all slippery....jerk my
rod while you suck that tasty head....both hands, Kiely, you need both
hands to go around it....AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, FUCKKKKKKKK.....yank on my
nuts....harder.....OHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....suck me, baby.....suck me
off....."
Kiely was thoroughly enjoying his first taste of cock. Kneeling between
the darker haired boy's strong, firm thighs with his hands planted on the
mattress to either side of Dan's slim hips, Kiel slurped away on the hot
joint like it was his favorite flavor of lollipop. His eyelids fluttered
shut dreamily as he groaned around the man-sized piece of meat, trying with
great effort to swallow as much of it as he possibly could. The
impressively hung gypsy stud ran his fingers through his eager apprentice's
red hair, showing his appreciation and coaxing him onward.
Dan couldn't have timed things any better. Just as Kiely's jaws stretched
inhumanly wide and swallowed half of his big, fat club, Dani heard the
unmistakable sound of a key turning in the door's lock, then the footsteps
as his guest crossed the small expanse of the living room, approaching the
open bedroom door. There was a deep male gasp, then:
"KIELY!!!!"
Shocked, Kiely quickly came up off the tasty shaft and turned to look over
his shoulder, past the mounds of his upturned little ass, and into the
astonished face of his manager/guardian. The boy tried to stammer
something inaudible, but Dan quickly grabbed a fistful of his hair and
forcibly turned Kiel's attentions back to his leaking prick. Holding the
velvet-throated songbird down on his huge staff, Dan started humping the
other boy's face while his eyes remained riveted on the attractive older
man, who clutched at both sides of the doorway for support. There was a
self-satisfying, almost smirking, look etched across his breathtakingly
handsome gypsy face.
"How nice of you to stop by, Mr. Sanderson," the dark haired teen teased
with a flash of his sparkling white teeth. "Why don't you join us?"
Leaning forward over the other boy's bobbing head, he ran his hands slowly
down Kiel's naked back, not stopping until he had two handfuls of firm,
milky buttocks. Kneading them seductively, his fingers worked into Kiel's
hairless crack and pulled his cheeks apart, unveilling the boy's wrinkled
pucker. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he added, "He's still virgin
here; I've saved it just for you, Del."
Heart pounding in his chest, Del swiped at the beads of sweat which had
formed on his brow and stepped closer to the edge of the bed. Swallowing
hard, his pale blue eyes fixed on his young ward's sweet little
asshole---the very same asshole he'd dreamed about for many years. Del
began to remove his clothing. Smiling crookedly, Dan unhanded the boy's
ass and relaxed his body back against the headboard, enjoying both
striptease and blowjob. Undaunted, Kiel was lapping away at his mushroomed
knob and soaking the bulk of Dani's cock as he sucked it in and out of his
mouth, although he was indeed curious as to what his mentor intended to do.
He hoped against hope that Del would take Dani's cue and bust his cherry;
he wanted the man every bit as much as Del wanted him.
Del's cock had started to grow the moment he walked into the titillating
scene. Now, buck naked, it stood straight up from his groin. Dani licked
his lips as his slutty eyes appraised the older man. Although not heavily
muscled, Del cut a fine figure from the expanse of his broad freckled
shoulders to his wide, impressive chest covered with a fine spray of
strawberry-blond fuzz matching the shade of his short, stylish hair. A
treasure trail of that hair cut straight down through the slight curve of
his abdomen, danced around the indented navel and then continued on to fan
out in the V of his crotch. His hard cock was of average size---Dan's
expertise placed it at six inches---but it was thicker, fuller than most
others. It was capped with a nicely shaped, fat helmet that was already
beginning to form man-dew at its slit. Dan would liked to have kicked Kiel
out of the bed and gone to town on the man himself, but he knew Del's main
interest lay with the other boy.
Del knelt down on the bed behind Kiely and gingerly reached out to touch
the creamy softness of his pale, white buttocks. Once he'd made contact it
was as if the floodgates had been opened. Sighing deeply, he caressed the
full curve of the teenaged boy's ass, running his open palms over every
inch of the warm, desirable flesh. His hands traveled down the outside of
Kiel's spread legs as the boy knelt there, his face stuffed with Dan's
wickedly throbbing cock, then glided them back up through the redhead's
inner thighs. At the juncture of the boy's legs, he slid one hand through
the hard channel separating ass from genitalia and took hold of the sweaty
ballsac dangling there invitingly. Lovingly kneading the furry mass, he
reached even farther forward with his other hand and grasped the full
hardness of Kiel's boycock. Kiel's appreciative moans were muffled by the
donkey dick plugging his face hole as Del began to slowly stroke his pretty
pink prick.
Becoming intoxicated by the arousing aroma of fresh boy ass, Del leaned in
and planted a series of long, wet kisses across the surface of both
beautiful freckled buttocks. Kiel excitedly wiggled his ass as the other
man's hot breath washed over him and the stubble of his late evening
whiskers deliciously tickled the tender skin. Easing himself between the
folds of the boy's smooth ass crack, Del glided his tongue along the
secret, forbidden trench, tasting the tangy sweetness of his young charge.
Continuing to jerk the hard teen rod, he slithered his tongue back and
forth through the deep crevice, heavily lathing it with saliva. Finally,
Del zeroed in on the wrinkled little bull's eye, gnawing at it with the
blunt tip of his tongue. Coming up from Dani's cock for air, Kiel
practically squealed his delight when Del worked his wriggling tongue
through the tight sphincter and started licking him from within. Releasing
cock and balls, Del held the quivering mounds of Kiel's tight little ass
widely apart and licked deeply inside the kid's fresh, young asshole. Kiel
was thrusting his butt back against the good-looking stud, fucking himself
on Del's slithering tongue while the older man thirstily devoured his
sweet, tasty ass juices.
With his cock throbbing wildly, Del knew he just had to fuck this boy very
soon or he might nut on his own. Reluctantly tearing his face away from
Kiely's ass, he once again reached under to grab the kid's dick and fist
it, hardly surprised that the boy was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.
Momentarily bringing hand to mouth, Del licked the sweet tasting boy nectar
from his fingers before taking hold of Kiely's cock again. It only served
to incense him to slam his rod into the tight young ass and take his
cherry, but Del wanted to be certain Kiely was ready.
Slipping a middle finger into his mouth, Del liberally coated the fat digit
with man spit and placed it directly on Kiel's tight, twitching pucker.
His strong finger probed at the wrinkled folds of skin, gradually working
the boy's virgin ass mouth open. Kiel tensed and gasped when the man's
finger popped his bud and entered his asshole. Dan countered by thrusting
his hips against Kiel's mouth, wedging more of his plump-headed cock down
the redhead's throat. Kiely was both shocked and elated to release he'd
managed to accommodate more than three-quarters of Dan's swollen nine
incher and hoped like hell the huge club wouldn't damage his precious vocal
chords.
Del pressed his wet finger in and out of the boy's body while he jerked the
kid's rod with his other hand. When it seemed that Kiely's sphincter had
sufficiently relaxed, he eased a second finger inside the steamy channel.
Sweet little Kiely, the apple of his lusty eye, was riding his hand,
pushing his cute dimpled boy ass back against Del. Horny beyond belief,
Del inched the two wriggling digits as far as possible inside the warm body
and began rhythmically finger fucking the teen. He released Kiely's sweet,
fresh cock and grasped his own pulsing rod. Ever-thoughtful Dan passed him
a tube of clear liquid lube from his trusty ever-ready supply housed in a
compartment along the bed's headboard. Squeezing an ample amount onto his
fat cock, Del stroked it along the full length of the rigid meat and then
smeared more of the slippery gel over Kiely's boyhole.
Just as he was about to mount the boy, Dan surprised them both. Yanking
his cock from the boy, he grasped Kiely under the armpits and easily
flipped him onto his back. Kiely scarcely had a chance to react before the
big, hot prick crudely plugged his mouth from this new angle. Dan's hands
grasped him behind the knees and lifted his legs, splaying them widely
open, exposing his naked asshole to the good looking blondish man fisting
his excited meat. Dani wanted to lean over, take that man dick into his
mouth and show Del what a desirable cocksucker he really was. But,
acknowledging this as Kiely's night of deflowering, he reluctantly
refrained.
Del scooted in closer and pressed the head of his trembling tool against
the quivering hole. The big head stretched Kiel's ass lips open as the
warm beast breached his virgin hole. There was a roar from deep in Kiely's
throat as the fat tool inched its way inside of him, stretching his rectum
to new dimensions. Del continued on, slowly and relentlessly, feeding the
redhead his fuck rod until the last few inches were sunk deep into his ass.
He stayed that way for a few moments, allowing Kiely some time to get used
to the anal invasion. Kiely's ass ring clamped around the base of Del's
prick as his ass trench tightened and pulsed against the stiff pecker.
"OH, YES!!!!!!!!!!" Del bellowed as his head fell back on his shoulders and
his eyes rolled up in his head. "SO GOOD...FEELS SO GOOD, JUST LIKE I KNEW
IT WOULD!! OH KIELY...KIELY, BABY!!!"
Del began to pull back and thrust, slowly at first, building up steam as
the boy gradually relaxed and yielded his ass to the hot stud. Kiely was
dumbfounded at how quickly the initial jolts of pain had become
pleasurable. The fat cock inside of him had awakened his body to the joys
of man love. He sucked even more feverishly on the bulbous cockhead lodged
in his mouth as he ran his hands along Dani's strong, muscular thighs.
Dani had a bird's eye view of the nice man dick bobbing in and out of the
teen star's boy hole. Licking his lips hungrily, he watched intently as
the fat shaft withdrew, pulling Kiely's clinging ass lips with it and then
plunged balls deep back into the velvety recesses of the boy's rectum. His
own ass was twitching and he craved a hot cock of his own. Realizing
Kiely's dick was right there in front of him, he opened his mouth and
greedily gobbled it right down.
Kiely rocked his pelvis up to meet each of Del's thrusts, which were coming
faster and harder. Del's breath caught in his throat as his misty eyes
wandered over the two beautiful boys 69ing in front of him while his pink,
throbbing shaft made love for the very first time to little Kiely. He
could feel the boy's sphincter muscles contracting around his beefstick as
he plunged in and out of the awesomely tight young ass. Running his hands
along the milky white flesh of Kiely's painfully spread thighs, he began to
fuck harder and deeper still. Grinding his teeth, he hunched over Dan's
body and forcefully slapped the dark haired boy's tight, chiseled butt
cheeks. Dan moaned appreciatively and sucked on Kiel's nice prick with a
renewed vigor.
Del slammed his fat dick all the way in the virgin ass, ripped it out, then
plugged it back in again, battering the cute boy again and again. His
steely prick was consumed to the balls each time. He realized he was
sweating profusely and his breathing was increasingly rapid, but he didn't
care. He'd waited so long for this and now that he had it, he couldn't
control his raging libido. The usually quiet, mild man had become maniacal
with lust. His hairs stood on end as he continued to fuck the young
asshole clasping around his dick. Kiely was groaning like a dog in heat
around the fat dick in his mouth, but Del no longer cared about the boy's
feelings. His only concern was with his own pleasure, and he was getting
more of it than he'd had in his thirty-eight years. When he was done with
this hole---fuck it---he was going to bang the living shit out of Dan's
bright pink hole, too. He wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck tender young
boy meat until he couldn't fuck anymore!
Kiely was the first to nut, as big bad Del banged against his prostate once
too often. His body tried to arch against the weight holding him down as
his prick started squirting dick honey down Dan's rapidly sucking throat.
He gasped and groaned, his ass twitching wildly around the battering ram
beating away inside him as load after load blasted from his balls until
they were spent. When Dan came up from his loins, licking his tasty chops,
Del grasped him firmly by the back of his neck and hungrily pressed his
lips to Dani's. His swollen tongue filled the exotically handsome teen's
mouth as he tasted Kiely's warm cum along the insides of Dani's
cocksuckingly perfect mouth.
And then Dani's firm, lightly muscled body began heaving. Shaking his head
wildly from side to side and gnashing his pearly white teeth, the gypsy boy
slammed all nine inches of his huge torpedo down Kiel's throat and blasted
a load straight to the other boy's belly. Pulling almost all the way out,
he flooded Kiely's mouth with surging waves of tangy ball juice, which the
redhead valiantly attempted to swallow. The boy learned a great many
things that evening, one of which was that he quite enjoyed the taste of
spent semen.
The sight of hot cum trickling from the corners of Kiely's sweet, virginal
mouth was more than Del could bear. With ears ringing, breath raging and
heart pounding in his chest he shuddered violently and blasted Kiely's
insides with his long pent-up man cum. It was the best orgasm he could
remember and seemed to last forever. As he unloaded an unprecedented eight
huge loads inside the boy's steamy, well-fucked ass he felt as young and
vital as the two boys lying there on the sweat-soiled sheets basking in the
afterglow of their thunderous orgasms.
Del fell down beside Keily and drew him close in his arms. The redhead
cuddled into the heat of the older man's body, a satisfied smile on his
freckled face as Del nuzzled his ear and showered him with little kisses.
Now completely together, they would make it to the top, Del beside Kiel
every step of the way. When Kiel accepted his Oscars, his Grammys and
Tonys he would shock the nation by thanking Del---his manager, mentor and
lover.
Dan looked over at the two of them, so lovey-dovey together. Love meant
nothing to him; men were meant to be used as stepping stones in the running
of his life. He'd used men to get where he was now, and would continue to
do so in the future. And if ever he needed to use Del's expertise, he
would, regardless of the cost---or loss---to Keily O'Mara.....