Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 21:13:38 0100
From: Stephan  Raven <stephan_raven@gay-mail.net>
Subject: Sex in Dangerous Places, Part One

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SEX IN DANGEROUS PLACES, PART ONE


Guys, apologies to anyone who's been waiting for this. THIS time, I'll try to
post a continuation a bit more promptly!

- Stephan

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"I can't believe", Josh muttered plaintively to Sean, as they crouched down
outside the school fence,  "That you managed to talk me into this..."

Sean grinned evilly as his long fingers traced the outline of Josh's cock
through the tight black jeans. "As I recall, I didn't exactly _talk_ you into
this. I persuaded you to join us by using my mouth in... other ways."

"Are you sure we can get past the security guard?"

"Hey, relax", Nick soothed from Josh's other side. "Stealthy movement is an
ancient art practiced by my people. Just follow my lead, and the spirits will be
with us."

As loudly as he dared, Sean gave a derisive groan. "Put a sock in it,
Poke-a-hot-ass. You needed me to tell you that `Navaho' isn't pronounced with a
`j'.

"Sure, but the point is, I  _look_ authentic. I can satisfy people's spiritual
yearnings the way you can't."

Sean made a faint choking noise as he desperately tried to drown his laughter.
"You? Spiritual yearnings? Which `people' were you thinking of, exactly?"

"The tourists, Sean. All those simple, good-hearted people walking around out
there like rather badly dressed ambulatory cash dispensers. How can anyone with
a heart look at their respect for the ancient ways, their longing for harmony
with nature and spiritual enlightenment, without wanting to financially exploit
the poor dorks?"

Josh snickered. Nickolai Petrov had inherited his mother's Native American
looks, but she'd split with his father when he'd been two. Nick had grown up
with his father's family, first- and second-generation Russian immigrants, and
actually knew next to nothing about his mother's culture. But his cheerfully
mercenary nature hadn't allowed a little thing like that to stand in his way.
His first success was at the age of twelve, when he gotton fifty bucks from a
Canadian woman in exchange for a "blessing ritual", which consisted of "Mary had
a Little Lamb", recited backwards over a design copied from an old Dungeons &
Dragons book. It was only after he'd been caught, however, that his true genius
had shone through. With simulated tears trickling down his cheeks, he'd sobbed
that he was only trying to prove his loyalty to the capitalist way of life, and
that he wasn't a "damned commie" just because he was Russian, whatever the older
boys at school who bullied him kept saying...

The tourist had let him keep the original fifty bucks, and added another twenty
for good measure.

Good-looking, charming, and more-or-less completely untrustworthy, Josh
reflected. And, oh yeah -- a terrific fuck. His dick pushed its way down the leg
of his tight jeans as he recalled the previous night. He and Sean had strolled
into the downstairs lounge, planning to shoot some pool before going out for a
pizza. They'd found Nick lying flat on his back on the pool table, with KK's
monster cock buried to the hilt in his ass. The sight had been unbelievable.
Nick's tight brown anal ring had looked stretched beyond endurance as the vast
marble column ploughed into it, but his own slim cock had been twitching and
throbbing wildly in the grip of KK's calloused fingers. Nick's head had been
thrown back, his eyes rolled up to the pure whites as long, gasping moans
escaped from his slack jaws. Josh had stood rooted to the spot, his eyes
hungrily eating up the sight of KK's dick, only vaguely aware that Sean's nimble
fingers were lowering his shorts and boxers.

Becoming aware of their presence, KK had flashed them a grin -- somewhat
contorted with desire as Nick's ass clamped around him like a vice -- and pulled
open his own muscular buns invitingly. Despite his enormous cock -- or perhaps
because of it -- the bisexual German boy really enjoyed being a bottom.

The blonde-furred circle had flexed before Josh's lustful gaze as though winking
at him. Sean leaned over to whisper in his ear, trailing a wisp of his dark-red
hair over his shoulder.
"Want to be the meat in the sandwich?"

 Josh could only nod. Speech seemed to have deserted him. Moving like an
automaton, he'd kicked away the jeans and underwear, and let Sean manoeuvre him
across to the rutting pair laid out across the pool table. The latex felt cold
against his cock as Sean unrolled it and lubed him up. Then he'd felt the gentle
pressure of Sean's dick, pressing into his hole, pushing him forward into KK's
welcoming embrace...

He was drawn back to the present by the touch of Nick's fingers against his
crotch. "Nice", the other boy whispered softly into his ear. "I can understand
how you converted Sean from being a top man."

"I can help you understand it even better."

"No kidding", a hoarse whisper floated through the night air. KK dropped to his
haunches in front of them. Balancing on the balls of his feet, his legs splayed
wide apart, he flashed them a conspiratorial grin as he displayed his enormous
bulge for their inspection. His hand stroked across it almost unconsciously as
he continued. "The guard's doing his rounds on the other side of the building.
One quick dash and we'll be inside the gym block."

Slightly impeded by their constricting jeans, they dashed.

***

Silver moonlight flooded through the high windows of the locker room as KK
picked the lock and slipped them all inside. The familiar surroundings looked
bleached out, ghostly, and Josh shivered, remembering the strange waking dream
in the haunted clearing.

Materialistic as ever, Nick remained resolutely unfazed. Casually, he shucked
his dark sweatshirt, exposing his taut nipples to their inspection. "Anyone for
a shower?"

Josh blinked "I thought we were going to fuck in the Principal's office?"

Nick shrugged. "If there's time. I think this could be hotter, though. Has there
been one single time when you've taken a shower in here without wishing the
other guys were gay?" He slid his zipper down, slowly, pulling the fabric apart
to reveal his sparse, wiry pubes and the thick root of his masculinity, snaking
down into the leg of the tight jeans. "Without wishing that you could just pop a
hard-on and run your hands all over those glistening, wet bodies. He peeled away
the jeans, enjoying the mesmeric effect that the sight of his slowly emerging
meat was having on the other three. "To find yourself in the middle of a press
of slippery bodies... all those guys with one thing on their minds..."

Sean swooped down like a hunting hawk and yanked Nick's jeans the rest of the
way down. "Somebody turn on the fucking shower", he mumbled around mouthfuls of
the Indian boy's erection.

KK and Josh exchanged grins. While KK took a nonchalant (if bowlegged) stroll
across to the faucet wheel, Josh started to shuck his own clothes. When the
ancient spray nozzles finally spluttered into life, he was nude and ready.

The water felt surprisingly good against his skin, and he was startled to
realise how badly his muscles had tensed up from the tension of breaking in
here. He jerked as he felt KK's rough fingers dig sharply into his shoulder
blades, but the other boy's brutal manipulations swiftly eased the stiffness
from every muscle except one.

"You like?"

"I love. Where'd you learn to do this?"

"Met a physiotherapist at a leather bar." KK's manipulations were becoming more
intimate now, his hands squeezing and pummelling Josh's ass-cheeks. Josh closed
his eyes and let himself drink up the sensations; the warm, soporific water
gently stroking and caressing his skin, KK's hard, demanding hands moulding his
willing flesh like clay, the slightly spongy pressure of the other boy's
cockhead, pressing against his tailbone. "Guy was some kind of acrobat or
contortionist. He could hold the most amazing positions. He had a kinda cross
between a gym and a dungeon set up in his basement -- all bars and ropes and
rings to swing on. I must have fucked him in every position in the Karma Sutra
and then some. What that guy could do with his ass-muscles you would not
believe... anyway, he filled in the time between fuck sessions by showing
me a few things."

Two more pairs of hands joined them. Totally naked now, Nick and Sean had
stepped into the shower and completed the circle around Josh's body.

Oh, yes, yes, yes! Nick had been right, Josh thought. This was a classic
jack-off fantasy -- in the locker room shower with a bunch of beautiful, horny,
naked guys. He relaxed even further, allowing the others to support his weight,
and reached out both hands to explore their bodies. Cocks, nipples, asses -- it
didn't matter. Any kind of naked male flesh would...

There was a sudden glare against his eyelids. The hall light had snapped on.

For a fraction of a second Josh thought his heart might stop. He froze, numb,
vaguely aware of being yanked out of the warm water in a scrambling press of
bodies. Someone turned off the shower -- he'd no idea who -- and the four of them
wound up huddled together behind a corner locker, shivering as the chill air
knifed against their wet skin.

There was a creak, terrifyingly loud and sinister as the door pushed open, and a
flashlight played across the room.

Josh's cock started to wilt as his heart began to hammer wildly in his chest and
his mouth dried up. The rest of his body more than made up what his cock lacked
in rigidity, though. His breath sounded unbearably loud in his own ears as a
thin sheen of sweat dried on his skin, chilling him.

In disbelief, horror and mounting rage, he felt Sean's fingers take hold of his
cock. He wanted to hiss in outrage, to push the other boy away, but he dared not
move or speak.

Even more unbelievably, he felt his own cock starting to respond to the caress.
The adrenaline high caused by his fear was sending his sexual urges into
overload. His senses seemed to sharpen.  He'd never been more aware of his own
body than he was at this moment. It felt as though he were consciously aware of
every inch of skin, every pulse of blood -- oh FUCK, he was getting perilously
close to cumming, and he couldn't alert Sean to the danger! -- every passage of
air through his lungs.

The light clicked on, painful against his dark-adapted eyes, and footfalls
sounded as the guard walked into the room. The extra jolt of fear sent him over
the edge, and his cock spurted wildly. He struggled frantically to suppress his
moans, but failed. The footsteps moved closer...

TO BE CONTINUED...