Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2016 20:27:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jon Royale <jon_royale@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baldwin & Sons 6

BALDWIN & SONS 6: SHARING RYAN'S PRIVATES
by Jon Royale
October 2016

The BALDWIN & SONS series is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic
sexual situations.  Any similiarity between actual persons, living or
deceased, is purely coincidental.  As with all the author's stories this is
for entertainment purposes only and not intended to encourage or promote
any activities deemed unlawful in your jurisdiction.  Please respect the
author's copyright and refrain from distributing this material.


High school jock Trey Baldwin sat behind the steering wheel of his snappy
red convertible in an old, deserted park impatiently awaiting the arrival
of another.  It wasn't the same place most teens congregated to do some
necking and, hopefully, more; that was the hot spot on the other side of
town.  Instead, this was the place his parents, possibly even his
grandparents, may have done their teenage groping.  It had long since been
neglected and was now overgrown with brush and weeds.  The entrance to the
small bath house at the back of the lot, now grown over with strangling
ivy, had once been padlocked but inquisitive kids made short order of that.
Electricity to the place had been shut off, lending it an ominous presence
in equally foreboding surroundings on this crisp autumn evening.

Glancing at the dashboard clock the teen realized it was only a couple
minutes past the appointed time.  He was confident he hadn't been stood up.
His ego wouldn't allow it.  He was Trey Baldwin, coveted superstar
quarterback.  All the school girls wanted him, all the guys wanted to be
him.  He was cover boy handsome with a strong, athletic body and a healthy
pedigree.  The Baldwin's were worth hundreds of millions, all thanks to
great-great granddaddy Coolidge, who'd founded a gold mine with his
pharmaceutical company.  The boy, like his brothers, was born into the lap
of privilege.  And he knew it.  Life was sweet for Trey Baldwin.

Was.

Senior year at high school began badly.  A summer of excess left Trey
lackadaisical about his studies and affected his performance on the playing
field.  Declining grades didn't concern him too much at first.  He had
already been accepted by a prestigious college in nearby Pennsylvania.  But
losing his status as home-town football hero was a crushing blow.  To make
matters worse, his own brother was the one to take his position.  Suddenly
Ryan was Coach Kowalski's go-to quarterback while Trey sat on the
sidelines.  The teen seethed with rage at the affront.  He simply had to
reassume his place as top dog.

Hope and discovery, laced with a healthy dose of scandal, came in the form
of younger brother, Lucas.  The socially awkward, geeky fifteen-year-old
unburdened his worries on his trusted older brother only a couple of weeks
ago.  Trey was aware how freaked out the kid had been about the ex-con
handyman living on the estate but had no clue young tech-savvy Lucas went
so far as to set up spy cameras.  Trey was delightfully surprised to watch
live footage of Ryan engaging in homo sex with Lombardo and his black
buddy.  The muscular boy usurping his place on the field sucked cock and
took it up the ass like he'd been doing it for a while.  Although he tried
to conceal it from Lucas, Trey was nevertheless thrilled with this newfound
leverage.

It took some subtle prompting to get the rest of the story from Lucas, who
eventually made full disclosure of the kinky activities taking place under
their very roof.  Picking up on a subtle mention the younger boy had made
earlier, Trey pressed and soon learned their father was equally involved in
the sex scandal.  Until sun-up Lucas unveiled screen captures and video
footage of them getting nailed by super stud Lombardo.  Dad was as
accomplished a bottom as his son.  There were also scenes of Ryan with the
three Mexican landscapers and quite a few more with just the sloppy, ugly
one who, from the way the teen's ass gobbled up his cock, was Ryan's
personal favorite.  But the icing on the cake was the father/son scenarios.
Trey had to stifle excited giggles while observing his butch, macho dad
breeding his jock son's fuck hole.

Lucas was reluctant to print out stills at Trey's request, but the older
boy somehow convinced him it was the only way to handle Lombardo.  Against
his better judgment Lucas made several 8 X 10 glossies, one from each
different encounter, and handed them off to his trusted older brother.
Trey suppressed a simpering smile when the potentially damaging material
was in his hot hands.  He wasn't sure yet what he planned to do with it but
he figured Ryan's reputation would be ruined if the pictures were placed in
the right hands.  With Ryan effectively out of the way he would be back on
top, where he'd always belonged.

The boy was smart enough to realize he had to make some other real changes
in order to facilitate a comeback.  Grueling daily sessions in the family
gym located on the same floor Lombardo inhabited worked towards rebuilding
lost muscle tone and getting him back in fighting shape.  Sometimes
Lombardo came in and joined him in weight lifting, offering to spot the
younger man with bench presses.  Whereas before he'd mostly ignored the
hired help, now Trey had a special reason to bond with the ex-con.  Instead
of his usual air of superiority Trey treated the man with a newfound
respect.  He even got the stirrings of a hard on observing the dude pumping
up his muscles, figuring he was training for another night of rough sex
with Ryan.

Things became even more interesting over the past week when Lombardo began
moonlighting at the high school.  It was his parole officer's idea, seeing
as how Lombardo was doing so well since his release.  Trey wasn't exactly
sure how they'd managed to pull it off, employing an ex-con in the everyday
presence of impressionable teens, but knew his mother had a hand in
it. With all her Coolidge money allowing her much free time she spent most
of it overseeing charitable organizations, and rehabilitation of parolees
was one of her many projects.  Probably reminded the school board of all
that nice money she'd donated to them over the years.  Trey amusedly
wondered if she'd be so quick to go to bat for Lombardo if she knew he was
fucking her husband and one of her sons.

Placing his partying on hold until he'd re-established himself with the
team Trey tackled the task of bringing his grades up to par.  Although it
was a little difficult to look at his father without thinking about the
handsome man's private activities, Trey easily convinced him to pay for
some tutoring.  Placing an ad on the school website Trey was quickly
rewarded with several responses.  He settled on Chuck Bauer, cheerleader
Carrie's identical twin brother.  Trey and Carrie were no strangers.  The
randy teen had her in the back of his car two or three times a week up
until he committed a cardinal sin and blew off in her mouth.  Now she was
playing school girl games and giving him the cold shoulder.  Trey didn't
really care.  There were lots of others who wanted to be his girl.  What
really irked him was seeing her suddenly cozying up to Ryan.  Ryan the
cocksucker.  Taking his quarterback position and taking one of his girls.

Chuck was an above-average student and a good athlete in his own right.
Trey wasn't the hugest fan of basketball but he'd caught a few of Chuck's
games.  The boy had all his sister's looks, but in a masculine way.  It was
hard to believe he only played on the home team.  Carrie casually mentioned
it once, as if it didn't matter.  Her brother was into guys, not girls.
Although the good-looking senior didn't exactly advertise it, just about
everyone in their class knew.  And nobody cared.  Chuck was a cool kid,
just another one of the guys.

After watching all the hot family action going on right under his nose Trey
had become curious. It wasn't as if he was turning queer or something.
Heck, no way; not him!  But if his father, who Trey had always considered a
manly man, and the handyman, a rugged brute, were that much into it then
Trey needed to discover what he was missing out on.  He had zero interest
in becoming a pussy boy like his brother.  Nobody was going to dick him.
But dominating another dude, like Lombardo did?  Now, that intrigued him.

Their first tutoring session took place at the Baldwin house but Trey, ever
mindful of Lucas' hidden cams, suggested he'd be less distracted at Chuck's
place.  The Bauer's were an upper middle-class family who lived in a neat,
two-story home in a rural, nearby neighborhood.  Carrie wasn't too thrilled
with the arrangement, lifting her chin and completely ignoring Trey when he
arrived at the house.  Trey snickered, knowing full well her tune would
change once she desired his tongue on her clit again.  That is, if Ryan
wasn't a switch-hitter who had usurped him in that position also.

Flirting with a guy quickly proved to be much different than Trey's easy
experiences with girls.  Nervous and uncomfortable, new feelings to an
overly-confident seducer like himself, Trey was nevertheless aroused by the
prospects.  Purposely brushing his forearm against Chuck's while they
studied side by side, pressing his leg up alongside the other teen's, every
now and then resting his hand on his tutor's thigh, soon sent the desired
signals.  While Chuck dutifully reviewed some equation Trey gazed back at
him with a lean, hungry look in his blue eyes.  As the sessions went by
Trey became more self-assured about his seduction while Chuck was the one
to grow skittish.  Last evening when Trey glided his tongue across his
upper lip, his eyes gleaming with predatory interest, Chuck melted.  His
hand slid down and squeezed Trey's basket which, to his utter surprise, was
undeniably rigid.  Trey gave a startled little jump at the other boy's
first touch but quickly parted his thighs as far as possible, inviting the
other boy to access his privates.

Hardly believing he was groping the team's quarterback, Chuck's lusty mouth
was agape while his fingers traced the husky teen's cock under the material
of his shorts.  They were looking each other in the eye, Chuck being
certain at any moment Trey would call a halt to his fondling. His jack off
fantasies about the Baldwin boy were plentiful.  Each time Carrie went off
with the coveted athlete Chuck felt a slight twinge of jealousy.  But right
now, with his cheerleader sister right downstairs, he held the handsome
jock in his hand---well, almost.  Trey had a dreamy look on his smooth,
handsome face, as if he was really enjoying the frottage.  After all the
girls the player had reportedly been with, Chuck couldn't believe he was
the one Trey wanted to fool around with.  It wasn't by chance Trey selected
him as tutor; the kid had an ulterior motive all along.

Chuck leaned in and brushed his soft lips against Trey's but the other boy
quickly turned his head away.  Disappointed, Chuck recoiled.

"Sorry, dude, I don't kiss."  Then, with a wink, "Not on the first date, at
least."  It was a good save; Chuck relaxed.  "If you want, you can suck my
dick.  But only if you want."

Chuck swallowed hard, his grip tight on Trey's piece.  "I can't.  Not here.
My parents are downstairs."

Trey grinned, tempting the boy.  "That would be so hot, dude.  You sucking
me off up here while they're right down there watching CNN or whatever."

"I-I want to," Chuck stammered.  "But-but I just couldn't!"

"You'd be the first guy to ever suck me off, Chuck," Trey admitted.  "I
chose you, dude.  'Cos I like you.  C'mon, can't you feel how hard I am?
You're gonna make me shoot in my pants by just strokin' me like that.
Don't you want it in your mouth?  Down your throat?  Maybe, just maybe, up
your ass?"

Chuck's lower lip quivered and beads of perspiration popped out on his
brow.  "Fuck, yeah, Trey!  I want to suck you off.  Been wanting to for a
long time.  Hot athlete, just like me."

"Then what are you waiting for?  Why should your sister be the only one to
feast on my joint?" Trey teased.

Chuck thought for a moment, his hand gliding up and down the form throbbing
under his palm.  His fingers reached for the zipper.  Then stopped.  "No!
Not here!  No way!  We can't! Someplace else."

Trey sighed heavily and sat upright, pushing Chuck's hand away.  "Okay,
okay, you pussy.  I guess I'll have blue balls until tomorrow night.  How
about, say, the old park?  Nobody ever goes there anymore.  Can you get
your dad's car?"

Chuck bobbed his head excitedly.  "Yeah. I'm sure I can."

"Okay, then."  Gathering his study books Trey said, "We're done with this
study shit for tonight.  Tomorrow, dude.  Eight sharp.  The old park.  Be
there."  Then, lewdly massaging his protrusion, "By then I'm gonna have one
hell of a load for you to swallow."

Chuck positively whimpered when the handsome high school jock turned and
walked out of his room, suddenly aware for the first time that his own boy
cock was tenting the front of his shorts.  Unable to contain himself Chuck
unbuttoned his fly and, dropping shorts and briefs to the floor, fell back
on the bed and wanked his meat to an outrageous climax.



Headlights bobbed in the darkness as a vehicle ambled through the overgrown
lane leading into the deserted park.  With adrenaline suddenly pumping Trey
propelled himself out of his car and rested butt up against the forward
panel with arms crossed over his athletic chest.  Light flashed over his
face, rendering him temporarily night blind, causing him to raise a hand to
shield his eyes.  The other car came to a stop a few feet away, lights were
extinguished, motor turned off and Chuck stepped out into the night.
Thrusting his hands deeply into the pockets of his jeans he sheepishly
advanced on the impatient teen.

"Was beginning to think you didn't want me, dude," Trey said sexily.  "What
held you up?"

"Sorry Trey," the other boy replied, standing now directly before him.  "
Dad needed to run out with the car for a little while.  I didn't think he
was ever gonna get back."

The corner of Trey's mouth turned up in a smirk as he toyed with the lapel
of Chuck's team jacket, similar to the one he was currently wearing.  "What
excuse did you use to get him to give you the car?"

"I told him the truth," Chuck responded with a knowing smile of his own,
"that I was going to meet you."

Trey grinned widely.  "Did you tell him you were coming to suck my cock?"

Chuck's big brown eyes widened.  "Course not.  I told him you needed a
little extra tutoring tonight.  But I can't be out too long."

Placing a hand on his hefty basket and squeezing his mound, Trey said,
"This here is what needs some tutoring, Chuckie boy.  And I'm so fucking
horny it won't take all that long for me to unload."

Chuck's tongue fluttered over his lips.  Reaching out, he replaced Trey's
hand with his own, cupping the other teen's package in his palm.  The thin
material of those knee-length polyester athletic shorts the blond
quarterback wore gave him a real feel of Trey's admirable equipment.  The
darker haired teen could already detect it rising and swelling at his
touch.

"Are-are you really sure you want to do this, Trey?"  His sweet warm breath
washed over the Baldwin boy's face.

"Fuck, yeah, Chuck!  I'm sure!  Just so long as this stays between us."
Trey really was as certain as he would ever be.  An adventurer, always
eager to try anything once, he truly wanted to experience a blow job from
another guy.  All those dudes he'd lecherously watched the competition, his
brother, suck off sure appeared to enjoy it.  And Dad swallowed that huge
fucker of Lombardo's like a crack whore for cock.  Since his discovery Trey
had often considered raping both their cock sucking throats.  And perhaps,
one day, he would.  For now he'd concentrate on breaking his dick in on
Chuck, if only to determine if a dude gave any better head than a girl.

Chuck fumbled with the tie string at the front of Trey's shorts before
peeling them from his hips.  He took a sharp intake of breath when he saw
that the athlete was wearing one of his team jock straps.  Dragging the
shorts down so that Trey could kick them off he ran his hands up and down
the football hero's muscular legs while admiring the bulging crotch mound.
Trey's package was quite a sight under the moonlight, standing right out
there for Chuck's rigorous inspection.  With a little excited whimper he
attacked it with his mouth, sucking on the straining mesh and gnawing on
the thick throbbing shaft buried underneath.

"Yeah, that's it, Chuckie!  Suck my sports jock!" Trey snorted, his hands
gripping the car behind him for support as he thrust his crotch out at the
other boy.  "Been wearing that one through three practices now so it's nice
and ripe for you!"

Chuck chewed on the very full jockstrap, thrilled with the combined flavors
of another sportsman's sweat, piss and pre-cum.  His thumbs worked around
and under the straps framing Trey's tight ass cheeks while he piggishly
rubbed both sides of his face against the big pouch.  Unable to contain his
desire any longer he lifted the elastic of the jock away from Trey's
smooth, taut belly and released the handsome cock from confinement.  His
hand encircled the rigid dick and gave it a few long, deliberate strokes.
Trey's prick complimented the rest of his jock beauty, a smooth column of
young man flesh which rose up at a good seven inches, possibly more, from
his dark-blond bush.  The gorgeous slab of fuck meat had only the slightest
arc, standing nearly straight at a 60 degree angle.  The cap of his prick
was a perfectly formed mushroom, pleasingly plump and juicy.  A nice pair
of Baldwin family jewels dangled provocatively between the spread of his
husky thighs.  Snapping the jock just beneath those succulent, cum-filled
nuts Chuck proceeded to give them a sloppy tongue bath.

"Ah, that's it, Chuck," Trey encouraged, "Lick my fuckin' nuts!"

Chuck teased Trey's downy sac with the surface of his tongue before
tenderly sucking on one sperm-laden ball, then the other.  While he rolled
them around in his mouth Trey's upthrust cock was tapping against the
middle of his forehead.  Chuck could hardly believe his good fortune, to be
worshipping one of the most sought-after studs at school.  Truth be told,
if he had his druthers it would be the younger Baldwin brother's dick he'd
most like to suck.  Whereas Trey was arrogant and cocky, Ryan seemed like
an all-around, down-to-earth guy.  And although Trey had a hard, toned body
Ryan looked like he stepped out of the pages of one of those junior muscle
mags.  Still, Trey was a lonely school girl's fantasy and the
sometimes-boyfriend of his cunt sister.  He wondered if Carrie would
practice some of the things he'd like to do to Trey.

Deciding there was no time like the present to find out he spat out Trey's
wet sac and stroked the jock's stud sex as he provocatively inquired, "Does
my sister lick your ball bag?"

"Fuck, no!" Trey snorted.  "Lucky if I get her to give me a hand job."

Chucky smiled slyly.  "Bet she wouldn't think about eating your asshole."

"You kidding?  If I even get a blow job once a month, that's a lot."

Chuck's smile widened as his hand slowly, provocatively, slid up and down
the full length of Trey's beauty.  "Looks like you've been fooling around
with the wrong Bauer, superstar.  Turn around and let me turn you on."

Back at home, when Trey was coming on to him, Chuck had seemed nervous and
skittish.  But out here in the park he showed all confidence.  Swallowing
hard, heart suddenly beating harder in his chest, Trey relinquished his
always-dominant role and followed the other boy's instruction.  With his
back turned on him, Trey inquisitively craned his neck to peer down over
one shoulder as Chuck moved in on his ass.

Not nearly as huge and round as those curved muscular recesses which
bubbled out from the seat of Ryan's uniform, Trey's backseat was
none-the-less equally appealing.  His cheeks were pear-shaped and firm,
jutting out just enough from his hips, nicely smooth with a hint of blond
down tracing the inward slopes of his alluring cleft.  Trey grunted when
Chuck hooked his thumbs under the straps of the jock and planted his hands
on the twin orbs to openly massage them.  Working his way over to the
crack, Chuck pried the tight straight boy's cheeks apart.  Cool autumn air
washed over Trey's pucker, causing it to pulse before Chuck's wondrous
eyes.  Unable to contain himself any longer Chuck moved in for the kill,
swiping his tongue up and down the exposed ass ditch.

"Aw, fuck, Chuck.  You're really licking my ass!"  Trey groaned in
astonishment.  No one had ever done that to him before.  Heck, he had never
even considered the possibility!  Chuck's wicked tongue repeatedly glided
along his trench while his winning b-ball hands squeezed and kneaded his
quivering buns.  Trey went down on his thick forearms over the hood of the
car, spread his legs wider and pushed his jock ass back against the other
boy's face.  "Dayum, that feels so fuckin' good!"

Zeroing in on the target, Chuck tickled Trey's virgin pucker with the tip
of his wet tongue.  Trey's asshole reflexively clenched, then quivered from
the touch of the other boy's unit.  Chuck pointedly licked around the tiny
wrinkled mouth, grinning contentedly when the flavorful hole began to
dilate.  He measured the timing of its pulsing, choosing just the right
moment to slip his tongue between the blossoming folds.

"Ah, Jeez," Trey sighed.  Coming up on his hands with the small of his back
concave and his tail undulating in Chuck's face, he incredulously declared,
"Fuck, dude, you've really got your tongue in my fuckin' ass!"  At the
initial intrusion Trey's hole had instinctively clamped down, resulting in
Chuck's tongue being sucked deep into his startled anus.  Chuck responded
by swirling his tongue around Trey's inner ass, jabbing it in and out of
his hole and noisily sucking on his quivering lips.

Trey's jock hole was tough and tight but with unrelenting persistence Chuck
got it relaxed enough so that we was more easily able to really eat out the
teen's hot, hungry hole.  He thrust deeply as possible into the steamy
recesses of Trey's boy butt, lapping at the tangy ass walls.  For Trey it
was even better than the first time he had his cock sucked by Darla Hodges.
At twelve years old neither one had really known what in fuck they were
doing, but to Trey it had been the greatest thing.  But Chuck licking,
sucking and tongue fucking his butt hole was a hundred times better!

Chuck took a hold of Trey's equipment while he tongued the hole, not at all
surprised to discover that the superstar athlete was steely hard and
liberally dripping pre-cum.  Smiling contentedly he grasped Trey by the
hips and spun him around.  Trey's backside made contact with the hood of
his car; his groin was thrust out toward Chuck's face.  Wasting no time
Chuck gobbled up the hard teen meat, spearing it straight down his throat
with one hungry swallow.  Good thing he was propped up by the car because
Trey's knees instantly went weak. His jaw dropped and his eyes shot wide
open as Chuck's wet lips locked around the root of his prick.

"Ohhhhhhh!  Ohhhhh, Chuuuuuuuuck!" he moaned, coherent speech eluding him
for the moment.  Chuck ran his hands over Trey's thighs and reached behind
to man handle his buttocks, feeling the muscles rhythimically flex at his
touch.  His hazel eyes raked over the macho football player's alluring
physique while his throat muscles caressed the throbbing shaft. His sister
would be a fool to let a hot jock like Trey Baldwin from her hands.  He was
handsome, rich and obviously sexually adventurous, with a really nice cock
to lead him in his forays.

Chuck concentrated on that ramrod stiff dick, slowly and sensuously
releasing it from the tight confines of his clutching throat.  His warm
lips captured the beauteous cock head just under the corona's pronounced
flange and suckled on it while his hand ran up and down the spit-shined
shaft.  Hot blood pumped up into Trey's dick head, making it bulge larger
than before in Chuck's working mouth.  The dark haired boy nibbled at the
knob, tongued the leaking slit and reveled in the powerful flavor of Trey's
succulent pre-cum.

"Fuck, yeah, Chuck!" the Baldwin boy moaned hoarsely.  "Suck my cock,
dude!"  Chuck willingly obliged, sucking the other boy's rod into his
vacuum until it reached the back of his throat.  He pulled away only to
hastily plunge down on the young throbber, amping up the suction and
swishing his saliva over its heated surface.  Picking up the pace he
continued moving back and forth, fucking his face with the trembling dick.
He cork screwed around on it, noisily taking the sweet cock from a variety
of angles, fucking it against the insides of his cheeks, over the roof of
his mouth, along the surface of his tongue.  Every few strokes he crammed
it down his throat again, savoring every tasty inch and making Trey's toes
curl in his kicks.

The recipient of a fair amount of blow jobs in his short seventeen years,
Trey had never before experienced such a ravenous cocksucker.  The other
boy's technique was successfully making him hotter than ever before.  Even
the hairs on his arms were standing on end, and it wasn't just because of
the night air.  His proud prick in Chuck's mouth was a beautiful thing,
indeed.  Interestedly observing the basketball jock glorify his teen cock
Trey couldn't help but notice how much the boy resembled his gorgeous
sister.  Under the light of the moon Chuck could almost be Carrie with her
long, silky hair pulled back.  Trey considered himself quite a stud having
both Bauer twins to service his meat.  But Carrie could have taken some
pointers from Chuck, who was a whole lot better at it than his sister.
Perhaps, Trey pondered, guys were a cut above girls in knowing what a guy
liked having done with his cock.  It made sense; after all, they had one of
their own hanging between their legs.  Further, he now understood why a
butch, macho dude like Lombardo would feed his dick to Ryan and his father.
It didn't excuse those two for being such gluttonous cock hounds.  Trey
would never do that.  But he totally "got" why a straight guy, like
himself, would keep a dick loving dude on the side.

Trey's hands went to the sides of Chuck's bobbing hand, his fingers
spreading through the boy's short, dark hair.  Taking over the driver's
seat Trey thrust his meat deep inside the wet, warm mouth and began
frantically face fucking him.  He pumped to the back of the other boy's
throat with each determined thrust, making Chuck choke.  The darker haired
teen's jaws were stretched wide, allowing Trey easy entry.  His angular
cheeks bulged, then hollowed, as the stiff cock aggressively pumped in and
out of his mouth.  He licked and sucked on it as it coursed through his
maw, desirous of giving Trey the full treatment.

Wet slurping sounds emanated from Chuck's glistening lips as Trey used him
like pussy, doing all the things he'd wanted to do to Carrie and others,
but couldn't.  On his knees between Trey's athletic thighs Chuck hastily
released his own tumescent member and began rabidly fisting it in time to
the other boy's thrusts.  With his other hand he took hold of the Baldwin
boy's swinging nutsac, squeezing and pulling to Trey's obvious delight.
The blond stud quickly amped up the action, bruising Chuck's lips as he
pounded his meat into him, skull-fucking like he'd always imagined doing.
His fingers twisted in Chuck's hair, threatening to pull it out the root,
as he gave a rough and tumble face fuck.

Trey's breathing quickly became labored, every muscle in his lean body
tensed and his standing legs quivered.  Throwing back his head and howling
at the moon his teen prick erupted in Chuck's mouth.  White hot cum burst
in a torrent from his sweaty jock balls, filling Chuck to overflowing.  The
other boy valiantly attempted to keep up with him, voraciously sucking on
the exploding erection and gulping down the fruit of his labor as quickly
as he could.  At the same time Chuck's dick jumped in his fist and blasted
a creamy cum load into the night.

With his strength abated Trey fell back on the hood of the car while his
chest rose and fell mightily from his mind-fuck of a climax.  Chuck moved
with him, licking the dick clean and devouring the last drop of sweet,
salty cum.

"Fuck, Chuck," Trey finally said, managing to come up on his elbows.  "You
suck a dick better'n you toss a ball."

Chuck smiled crookedly, stroking Trey's slowly deflating penis in his hand.
"Lots of practice---at both."

Trey ruffled the kid's hair.  "All's I know is next time I need a blow job
it won't be your sister I'll be looking to.  Maybe you could coach her a
little, show her how she's supposed to treat a dude."  Visions of a
three-way with Chuck and Carrie both sharing his dick flashed before Trey's
lusty eyes.

"I'll show my sister how to give a decent blow job when you get your muscle
brother to give up his dick to me," Chuck replied teasingly, hopefully.

Trey's face clouded and his dick softened.  "Ryan?"

"Fuck, yeah!  He's hot!" Chuck gushed.

Trey angrily kicked Chuck away, sending the boy sprawling on his back in
the weeds.  "You're sucking my dick and you want fuckin' Ryan?  What the
fuck!"  He yanked up his jock strap, reassembled himself in the pouch and
reached for his shorts.

"Don't get so pisssed," Chuck struggled to his feet.  "You're both hot
guys.  C'mon dude, don't be that way.  We just had an awesome time."

"Yeah, until you ruined it," Trey poked him in the center of the chest with
one finger.  "You want Ryan so bad?  Well, you can have him.  Easily."
Angrily he reached into the pocket of his shorts for his wallet and
extracted a folded paper which he thrust out at Chuck.  "Here.  Just about
anybody can have that hot shot.  Now for your end of the bargain Chuck, you
fuck.  you're gonna teach your sister how to give major head."  With that
he stormed off to his car, threw himself behind the wheel and peeled off
into the night, but not before shouting out the window, "Get her to
practice on you, you queer bastard."

Chuck stood there dumbfounded.  He knew there must be rivalry between the
brothers, but nothing this major.  Trey really felt overshadowed by Ryan,
the rising football star.  And he'd just unwittingly stoked the competitive
flames.

It wasn't until he was in his father's car that Chuck thought about the
paper in his shaking hand. Switching on the dome light he carefully opened
and took a look at the dog eared snapshot, gasping when he saw the content.
It was a picture of hunky Ryan.  With a big adult dick lodged between his
widely parted lips!  Chuck got hard all over again.





Alone in his bedroom fat boy Oliver Harris watched, for the third time,
this afternoon's recorded antics of super jock Ryan Baldwin in his family's
pool house.  The awesomely attractive muscular teen made his appearance
directly after school, tossing his book bag aside and stripping down.
Naked, and looking decidedly better than the day he was born, he threw
himself on the couch, lifted his hunky thighs and attacked his hungry
asshole.  Fingers, liberally coated with saliva, flew in and out of his
jock hole.  There was a desperate look on his handsome face which showed a
glimmer of hope when the first of the landscapers came up upon him.  It was
the rugged, good-looking one.  Ollie didn't know his name.  The swarthy
Mexican dropped trou to floor and effortlessly sunk his man pole into
Ryan's starved pussy.  He fucked Ryan rough.  He fucked Ryan hard.  The
football jock was clawing at the cushions and jerking his head from side to
side.  And then Ryan was cumming, shooting a rich load of Baldwin jizz high
up in the air.  Soon after the Mex showed signs of reaching his climax,
depositing his load in the rich boy's cunt.

Oliver came too.

The Mexican retreated, followed quickly by another, the short Mayan-looking
one.  This one didn't have as much of a dick as the other but he used it to
full advantage, fucking Ryan with short, quick jabs.  This one wasn't
nearly as aggressive so Ryan was able to lay back, enjoy and stroke his
teen dick to the beat of the fuck.  It wasn't long before the wetback
shivered and added his deposit to Ryan's sperm bank, spurring the blond
hunk to his second orgasm.

Oliver shot again, too.

Mayan left the premises, presumably to rejoin his co-worker in whatever
task they were performing in the Baldwin yard.  And the third of the group
entered.  Ryan grew instantly excited.  From past experiences, Oliver knew
this one was the stud's favorite.  Over the course of the summer, and now
fall, this greasy Mex had been getting a lot more action from the boy than
the other two.  Oliver wondered if they even knew of the assignations
between Ryan and their fellow countryman.  Oliver couldn't figure it out,
but it was the one which had always given him hope.  The man was butt-ugly,
his heavy-lidded eyes rheumy, hair looking greasy, unwashed and in need of
a cut.  His arms were big and strong as the other two, but the rest of him
had gone to pot.  His ass was big and his belly bigger, always making
whatever t-shirt he wore rise above the swell and expose his hairy midriff.
He reminded Ollie of the lazy, drunken Mex in sombrero, poncho and sandals
in all those old spaghetti westerns his father liked to watch.  Only thing
was, instead of a handlebar mustache, this Mex had a thin mustache, sorry
tuft of a goatee on his chubby chin and a day's growth of stubble on his
meaty jowls.

But Ryan was on him like a fly to shit, chewing on his huge sow's nipples,
lapping under his sweaty armpits, pulling his fat cheeks apart to eat his
hairy ass and sucking his uncircumcised dick.  The attraction for the lusty
jock had to be the unsavory man's meat, not especially long but horse-thick
with a set of huge bull's balls dangling beneath.  Ryan displayed true
athletic skills by swallowing the massive sex tool down to the hairy base
and then taking it up his greedy asshole.  The muscle-clad teen loved
Jose's hard fuck; it was evident from the sex-hazed look on his handsome
face after the Mex unloaded his immigrant babies deep inside the rich boy's
cunt and he, Ryan, had cum again.

Oliver's third orgasm was the fiercest of all, especially when the good
looking jock clamped his mouth on those soup coolers of the repulsive
Mexican and wildly sucked face.  Jose kissed back wild and hard.  Ollie
could imagine his blunt, wet tongue engaging with Ryan's, probing deep and
tickling his tonsils.  If the teen idol was so obviously aroused by such a
repugnant character then certainly Ollie stood a good chance.

Or so he thought.  Until today.

The tenth-grader spent study hall in the school library every day, usually
occupying one of the carrels.  This turned out to be a special day, indeed,
when Ollie trudged into the resource center and spied the object of his
affections taking up one table off to the side of the room.  He was alone,
a rarity for popular Ryan, diligently working on some paper for class.
Ollie couldn't tear his fleshy eyes away from the handsome athlete with the
white blond buzz-cut and dreamy blue eyes.  He seemed like every other high
school jock, his brow furrowed as he seemingly had a problem with the paper
he was writing.  But Ollie knew there was another side to Ryan none of his
team mates or girlfriends were aware of.  Staring at him sitting there it
hardly seemed possible this same boy was a voracious cock slut, sucking
dick and getting his ass wrecked by some fairly disreputable types.

Deciding it was now or never Ollie steeled all his courage, hefted his bulk
up from the seat and waddled over to the Baldwin boy's table.  Without a
word he sat directly opposite his heart throb.  Ryan looked up over the top
of his book, surprise registering on his wholesome face.

"Ollie!  Wh-what are you doing?  Was there something you wanted?"  His eyes
furtively glanced from one side to the other, hoping no one noticed the fat
boy in his company.

Wrapped up in his own hopeless fantasy Ollie hardly recognized the other
boy's discomfort.  "I saw you sitting here and wanted to say hello."  Ollie
hoped he wasn't stuttering, prayed he hadn't broken into a sweat.  Ryan was
so beautiful it was hard not to swoon.

"O-kay, Ollie.  Hi."  Gesturing to his papers, he went on, "Now I've got to
get back to work."

Now that he'd gone this far Ollie wasn't about to turn back.  He might
never have the courage again.  "I was thinking, hoping, maybe some night
you and me could, you know, hang out."

Ryan looked out from under his brows, his mouth slack with astonishment.
Oliver watched those thick, sensual lips move, those same full pink
beauties which took in Lombardo and all those others.  "You're Lucas'
friend, Ollie," Ryan was saying, the very thought incredulous to him.

"Not like that."  Lowering his voice Ollie ventured onward.  "I mean you
and me.  Together.  You know."  His pudgy finger tips touched Ryan's.  "I
love you."

Ryan shot back in his chair.  "Whoa!"  Several heads turned to look over at
them.  Spreading his hands wide in front of him he said, "You've got the
wrong guy, Ollie.  I'm not gay.  And I didn't know you were either.  Does
Lucas know?  No, don't even tell me.  I don't want to know."

Not gay?  After all the dirty sexual acts Ollie had watched him perform on
other men, including his own father?  He certainly didn't appear to be in
denial about his sexuality when flat on his back or on all fours getting
buggered by the Mexicans or that outrageous black giant the other night.

Ollie leaned forward conspiratorially.  "Don't worry.  I can be discrete.
No one would ever know.  Not even Luke."

Ryan's handsome face showed anger and astonishment.  Gritting his teeth and
noisily collecting his books he firmly told Ollie, "Look, I told you I'm
not gay.  Get me out of your head, Ollie.  The idea of you and me, that's
disgusting!  You're disgusting!"  Agitated, he got up from the table,
moving so quickly that the chair overturned behind him.  A cold fear washed
over Oliver Harris.

At that same moment Carrie Bauer appeared at Ryan's side, seemingly out of
nowhere.  Whether or not she'd been in the library the entire time, Ollie
didn't know.  Just seeing her there next to the blond hunk was enough to
make Oliver's rage boil.

"What's the matter, Ry?  You look pissed."  Gesturing toward Ollie, "Who's
this?"

"Some geek friend of my brother's," Ryan spat out, his blue eyes flashing
outrage.  "Come on, babe, let's get out of here."  He made a show of
putting his arm around Carrie's trim waist.

Just then the Librarian, alerted to the skirmish going on the quiet zone,
appeared at the table.  Before she opened her mouth Ryan announced, "Sorry,
Mrs. Saunders, but this kid came over here disturbing my study.  We're
going over to cafeteria study hall."  With a final angry glance at Ollie he
turned and left with his bitch, who giggled as they departed.

Oliver had never felt so humiliated in all his life.  He'd been rejected,
brutally.  Ryan had called him disgusting.  Disgusting!  And they'd
laughed, at him, as they left.  Oliver tried to hold himself together,
suddenly aware of the many eyes upon him, and managed to make it to the
lavatory before breaking down into wracking sobs.  He would never have Ryan
now.  The jock had made that perfectly clear.  All his dreams and fantasies
were quashed.  He'd never hold that Adonis-like body in his arms, never
make love to his perfect dick and muscular pussy, never press his lips to
those of the coveted athlete and share mutual intimacy and lust.  He'd
opened himself up, taken the plunge and lost.

And then Oliver really began to seethe with anger.  How dare Ryan laugh at
him, call him despicable names, after all the things he had done?  Was
still doing.  How dare he ridicule the younger boy's sexuality when he was
spreading his own beefy thighs on the sly?  The more Oliver raged over it
the more Ryan's halo became tarnished.  Until all the fat boy could think
of was revenge.

The popular boy at school, exactly the opposite of Ollie, Ryan had his
clique of jock buddies and admiring high school sweethearts.  All the
students and faculty liked Ryan.  He was tantamount to many a school
victory on the football and baseball fields, even recently usurping his
brother Trey as the most valued athlete.  But all the while he was
concealing a deep, dark secret from them all.

Ryan's rejection hurt---no, crushed----Ollie.  And hell hath no fury like a
fat boy scorned.  So Ryan wanted to play coy, pretend that he wasn't a
power bottom for thugs, wetbacks and day laborers?  Prefer them over Ollie?
And why, just because he was overweight and geeky?  Well, Ollie would give
him a tough lesson in repudiation.  Just how would his team mates and perky
cheerleaders react when they learned what Ryan Baldwin was really like off
the playing field?  His reputation would be ruined, his team status
damaged.  Maybe then, after he'd lost his best friend, was groveling in
disgrace, he'd recognize the error of his ways and seek Ollie's
forgiveness.

With these thoughts in mind Oliver perused the cache of screen captures
he'd "stolen" from Lucas' hacked account.  This particular file was one of
Ryan's many sessions with the nefarious Lombardo.  Careful to select images
with Lombardo's face out of the frame, Oliver began printing one after
another onto professional, high-gloss photo paper.  The printer shot out
damning pictures of Ryan sucking the landscaper's cock, rimming his hole
and taking his dick up the ass from a variety of differing positions.  An
almost insane gleam was in Oliver's excited eyes as he rubbed his meaty
hands together excitedly while plotting Ryan Baldwin's demise.



Thirteen year old Devyn was out much later than he should have been.  Not
that it much mattered to him.  He had a way of getting in and out of the
house, could spend the entire night unmissed.  The parents trusted their
sweet little blue-eyed angel and never thought to check up on him.  Good
night meant "lights out", under the covers and sleep tight.  At least it
did to them. They never saw him slipping out the window, scaling the
trellis and making his late night assignations with his horde of admirers.

Usually the pig he plundered was Mr. McCabe, Red, an adult he could
humiliate and abuse to his evil little heart's content.  Lately he'd
brought the red headed man's son, Terrence, into their perverted games.  It
gave him a special thrill to witness Terrence coming more and more out of
his shell and being increasingly sexually aggressive with his father.  The
kid might one day rival him in debauchery.  It was just a couple weeks ago
that Terrence experienced his first wet orgasm.  They'd spent over an hour
in the McCabe's basement shooting their combined loads into Red's mouth and
up his hairy adult ass as a form of deviant celebration while Dr. Nola was
upstairs doing research in her office.

The McCabe homestead became "hot" shortly afterwards.  While the family was
out to dinner one evening they became the victims of a robbery.  The
perpetrators gained entry by breaking a window at the rear of the house and
absconded with some electronics, jewelry and the small bit of cash the
family had in the house.  It was the latest in a recent string of
burglaries plaguing the college town.  Devyn figured it wise to avoid the
scene for a time, much to Redmond's chagrin.  But, with Terrence there to
dominate him, Devyn figured he'd get his expected dose of boy meat.

Devyn's mark this evening had been Philip Anderson, the fifty-two year old
manager of the prestigious Inn located centrally in the old town square.
The Inn dated back to the Revolutionary War days, a historic landmark only
a short walk from the Ivy League University.  Anderson had run the place
for the past nine years.  Devyn's first encounter with the bespeckled,
balding man was at a family dinner last Spring.  It was the last place he
wanted to be, but ever-deceptive Devyn feigned enthusiasm for a night in
town.  Things became interesting when the manager visited their table.  The
man appeared instantly mesmerized by young, cute Devyn.  Well aware of
their stature, he spoke good-naturedly with Miles and Delia Baldwin, but
his eyes always settled on the youngest of the group.

During the main course Devyn excused himself to use the Inn's facilities.
It wasn't as if he actually had to use the lavatory, but it was his
favorite place to visit in a public establishment.  Many interesting things
took place in any given rest room, especially for a good-looking innocent
with long white-blond bangs and full pink lips.  Devyn checked out the
area, disappointed that it was pristine clean.  He much preferred the
sleazy, pissing-smelling johns like the one down at the supermarket strip
mall.  Still, he stepped up to the urinal and fondled his cocklet a bit
until a weak stream of urine flowed.

The door opened.  Looking over his shoulder Devyn noted the manager
standing there.  Much later the boy learned Anderson had seen him leave his
family to visit the men's room and, after a moment of indecision, followed
him.  Appearing a bit nervous the adult smiled at him, then stepped up to
the neighboring urinal and hauled out his cock.  Amused by the game Devyn
nevertheless played all innocence, making a show of casting his baby blues
down to view the man's genitals.  Anderson moved a hand aside and shifted
to give the kid a better view.  Devyn dramatically widened his orbs when he
saw the man's unit, then seductively moistened his lips.  Anderson's lower
lip quivered and his dick began to fill out.  Devyn turned toward the man,
moved his hands aside and revealed his randy six inch hard on.  Anderson
began to sweat.

"It's okay if you want to touch it," Devyn said in his sweetest little boy
voice.

Anderson's knees nearly buckled.  Throwing a hasty look at the door,
through which any patron might appear, he reached out and grasped Devyn's
smooth prick.  Devyn returned the favor by wrapping his smaller hand around
Anderson's ever-growing meat.

"You can kiss it, Mr. Anderson.  I won't mind," the boy encouraged.

Oh, how Philip wanted to.  But, "Not here.  Not now.  We couldn't.
Ohhhhh!"  And with that the man began spewing his seed.  Devyn jerked the
big, hairy seven inch daddy dick maniacally, giggling as the heavy cum
blasted from the man's gaping piss slit.  After Anderson was spent Devyn
zipped himself up, casually went to the sink to wash his hands and left the
man there to contend with the mess he'd created.

The crafty boy waited several days, allowing the man to simmer in his
desire, before calling the Inn to suggest a rendezvous.  It was
late-morning, nearly lunch hour, but Anderson's yearning was intense.
Devyn biked it into town and used the back entrance, as the manager had
suggested.  In an unoccupied upstairs guest room Philip Anderson soon
learned that there was nothing demure about Devyn Baldwin but was, by then,
shamelessly bewitched by the boy.

Devyn was just returning home from a particularly dirty trust with
Anderson.  The man had one particular fetish which fascinated the young
teen.  He enjoyed lying nude in one of the Inn's guest room tubs while
Devyn urinated all over his adult body.  The sick sonofabitch jerked
himself off while yellow urine rained down on him, splashing against his
adult cock and balls.  Only when Devyn's bladder was empty would he draw
the kid to him and hungrily suck his boy cock to orgasm, greedily devouring
every precious drop of fresh teen cum.

Although his bike was equipped with reflectors, the night was dark and
treacherous.  Only the moonlight allowed him to see the roadway leading
back to the Baldwin compound.  As he pulled off the road onto the long
paved driveway leading back to his home he snickered to himself, thinking
about all the seemingly respectable men who were his obedient playthings.
If only their wives and children knew about their private idiosyncrasies!

He was coming around a particularly troublesome bend when he observed head
lights from up ahead.  Quickly he veered off the drive and scrambled behind
some brush to avoid detection.  In a few moments the silver BMW, his
father's car, meandered past and continued on out the drive.  When he was
certain the coast was clear Devyn came out of hiding, grateful he hadn't
been discovered and wondering where the old man was headed so late in the
evening.

He easily made it back into the house through the lower level, careful not
to arouse the handyman who now occupied a room there.  His late night
excursions had been a lot easier before Lombardo came along.  But so far
he'd been able to elude that one, too.  He crept up the two flights of
stairs at the back of the house and was on his way to his room when a door
up ahead opened.  A flash of light broke the darkness of the quiet hallway.
Devyn pressed himself against the wall, scarcely daring to breath, as his
brother Lucas came out of his room and trotted off down to the bathroom.
Without a second's thought Devyn scurried on and slipped into Lucas' room.

The dweeb's room was like his sanctuary, totally off limits to most
everyone else, except maybe for their eldest brother, Trey.  Trey seemed to
"get" Lucas; Devyn thought he was a freak.  Mindful of the time element his
eyes hastily scanned the room.  Apparently Lucas had been doing something
on his laptop.  Maybe playing some video game he'd downloaded.  Next to the
laptop was a plastic container filled with a horde of USB flash drives.
Figuring his brother wouldn't miss one, and curious to see what kind of
games he had available, Devyn hurried forward and randomly selected one,
slipping it into his pocket and making his escape only seconds before Lucas
returned.



Expectant exhilaration loomed for Miles Baldwin as he turned his car off
the town roads and onto the northbound highway.  Already his lusty cock,
midway between seven and eight inches, was throbbing against the front of
his sweat pants.  Daringly, he'd donned no underwear, allowing easier
access.  Slipping a hand under the waist band he took hold of himself and
squeezed his unit while maneuvering the car with the other.  According to
his research it was a half hour drive so he figured he could pass the time
priming his desperate dick.

Things had been getting entirely out of hand on the home front.  Fucking
his sixteen-year-old quarterback son Ryan, and being buggered by the
super-hung handyman Lombardo, had become an almost daily thing.  Even when
he exercised restraint and avoided the two sex hounds they were still going
at it together.  Lombardo delighted in detailing for Miles all the things
he'd done with Ryan, causing the father's cock to betray him and force him
to submit to the ex-con.  There was no real affection between the two men,
rather an intense primal need.  Delia, his wealthy wife, hadn't shown any
real interest in intimacy in years.  In the past few months their sex life
was non-existent.  They shared the same bed but the passion seemed to have
dissipated.  Had it been his fault, Miles often wondered?  Since the
rebirth of a long forgotten passion for other men had he been the one to
appear less amorous?

Damn Lombardo for awakening this lasciviousness in him.  He'd been content
with his life as the husband of one of the wealthiest women on the eastern
seaboard.  Their sex was rare even then, but it somehow had not seemed
important at the time.  Since Lombardo invaded their home it was all he
could think about.  He now realized what he'd been missing out on; only
another man could give him what he truly needed.  It was thrilling and
dangerous all at the same time.  The repercussions if Delia ever learned of
his infidelity, especially with another man.  Most especially with their
second born son!

To continue these dalliances under their family roof was certainly
ill-advised.  He had become far too aroused by the torrid sex they all
shared and must break the hold Lombardo---and Ryan---had over him.  He was
still dumbfounded over his butch jock son's unrelenting desire to get
fucked.  Reasonably certain Lombardo hadn't forced the teen, just took
advantage of the situation, Miles nevertheless knew he would have to break
the bond between them.  There was something almost desperate about Ryan's
craving for cock, as if he was a junkie who needed his fix.  Otherwise he
was a perfectly normal, well-adjusted high school athlete, with similar
friends and a revolving door of admiring girls.

But with Lombardo the muscular boy was an untamed, unbridled cock slut.
Miles knew about the landscaping crew; he'd observed it through a live feed
from the pool house.  He was also aware of the gigantic, intimidating black
parolee who'd recently visited; Lombardo had delighted in telling him.
Lombardo had a knack for detailing Ryan's experiences like an erotic writer
penning a short story, arousing Miles so thoroughly that he was easy prey
for the crafty felon.  Even when he was riding Miles hard and rough, like
the men they were, accounts of Ryan's degeneracy were hotly whispered into
his ear.  Lately he'd even been hinting that son should mount father.  So
far Miles had managed to hold that action at bay but he knew if Lombardo
persisted his handsome son's cock would be sailing in and out of his
asshole.  Privately the thought titillated him; realistically he knew
Lombardo already had enough damaging information on them.  Getting fucked
by his own son would surely lead to doom.

He wasn't yet sure how he would extricate Lombardo from their lives without
suffering collateral damage, but knew he somehow had to break the sexual
hold the sneaky ex-con had over them.  In recent days he'd done his best to
avoid the scalawag, although not always successfully.  Finding the sneaky
felon in his upstairs study, which the man knew was off limits, had been
Lombardo's latest offense.  Miles was certain the sultry convict retrieved
something from his printer upon being discovered but, as usual, Lombardo
managed to seduce him into overlooking the violation.

He knew when the swarthy Sicilian wasn't fucking him he was fucking his
son.  But, for the moment, Ryan had to serve as sacrifice.  He could only
save them one at a time, starting with himself.  In the meantime, he was
compelled to satisfy the urges which ran rampant in his loins. That's when
he did a bit of research on his laptop and learned of a nearby adult book
store with active glory hole action.  For days he procrastinated over
visiting the establishment.  Much as he tried to convince himself he
shouldn't he couldn't deny that the thought titillated him.

So on this night, with Delia and the boys sound asleep, he steeled himself
to creep out of the house and indulge in a bit of anonymous sex.  Nervous,
but extra horny, he eagerly anticipated having his Baldwin cock serviced.
Reviews of the place were stellar.  It was clean, attracted a decent
following and rarely had trouble with the law.  Miles initially harbored
some worry about recognition. As the husband of Delia Coolidge Baldwin he'd
been frequently photographed for the society pages.  Assuming the lighting
in the place would be dim, along with his day's growth of beard and the
baseball cap atop his blond hair as flimsy disguise, he reassured himself
that he wouldn't be readily identified.  Still, it was risky venture.  But
if he wanted to extricate himself from the clutches of Lombardo while
continuing to enjoy thrilling man sex he had to find another source.

The navigational system signaled a turn which led Miles off the main
highway.  A little over a mile down the road came a sharp left, then a
right which put him into the softly lit parking lot of the place.  There
were only about half a dozen cars parked there, making Miles suddenly
conscious of the fact that his BMW would draw attention.  He sat there
behind the wheel with the engine idling, convincing himself this was
something he wanted---needed---to do.  The joint was nondescript, a white
cement structure with blackened windows, one bearing a neon sign bearing
the insignia XxX.  Another sign above the door read "Adult Books/Movies."
Taking a deep breath Miles stepped out of the car, thrust his hands in the
pocket of his zippered sweatshirt and approached the building.  "Adults
Only!" screamed out in lettering on the single door.  Trembling with a
combination of excitement and nervousness, Miles reached for the handle and
pulled the door open.

A small vestibule sported more warning signage: "Must be over 18 to enter."
Miles pushed himself through another doorway and found himself in the body
of the place.  The lighting wasn't harsh, nor was it as subdued as he might
have thought.  There were two other patrons, both men, perusing the array
of sexual toys, lingerie and magazines.  They both looked up at the new
arrival, then went back to their browsing.  Miles shuffled around, taking
it all in, and pretended to leisurely survey the goods.  At the back of the
shop were two swinging doors, like the kind one would envision in an old
west Saloon, with another neon declaring "Viewing Booths."

Miles was a step away from entering the area when the proprietor of the
place, a middle-aged man seated behind a raised counter, spoke.  "If you
need quarters, buddy, you purchase them here."

Nothing like alerting the other two to his intentions, Miles thought as he
went over to the counter, peeling a ten from his wallet.  The guy could
easily have been the member of a school board; he looked nothing like
Miles' image of a porn entrepreneur.  As he pocketed his roll of quarters
he was aware that the other two had once again glanced in his direction.
Attempting to appear unfettered Miles purposefully crossed to the swinging
doors and passed through.

Here the lighting was more conducive to nefarious activities.  A single
dull bulb smack dab center in the ceiling of a narrow hallway showed a
series of doors along one side.  Miles noticed an indicator on each,
similar to the one on rest room doors aboard a plane, indicating "occupied"
or "unoccupied."  The second and third were in use; Miles could hear the
sighs and groans of some porn starlet coming from the video screens.
Passing the fourth cubicle, Miles let himself into the next one, sliding
the bolt behind him.

The area was small but surprisingly clean.  An uncomfortable looking
plastic chair sat against a wall facing the video screen.  The only other
article was a waste basket tucked into one corner.  Receptacles on the wall
contained paper towels, lube, condoms for purchase, and anti-bacterial hand
wash.  The place smelled faintly of sanitizer, making Miles feel more at
ease with his surroundings.  On each adjoining wall a hole was cut at
crotch level, the oval perfectly lined with easy-to-clean rubber.  Miles'
adrenaline was at a high as he pumped a few quarters into the appropriate
slot, made his selection and watched the video fill the screen.  He'd
appropriately selected a bisexual film, something about a switch hitting
baseball team.  The whole premise of the thing made him instantly think of
his son, Ryan.

The hot action had barely begun when he heard a rustling from previously
unoccupied booth four.  To his wondrous eyes a hand appeared in the glory
hole, two tan fingers beckoning him forward.  Miles swallowed hard and
stood there staring.  Soon a mouth filled out the oval, pink lips opening
wide and serpentine tongue flicking enticingly.  Overcome with lust Miles
stripped off his sweat shirt, tossed it onto the chair, and approached the
glory hole.  This was, after all, what he had come here for.  Dropping his
pants around his ankles he stepped up to the opening and laid the flared,
dripping head of his prick onto the cock sucker's pink, beckoning tongue.
The anonymous man on the other side of the partition swiped his satiny
licker over and around the cock knob before drawing it into the warm cavity
of his mouth and excitedly sucking on it.  Miles' legs instantly became
wobbly and he quickly found himself leaning on raised forearms against the
separating wall for support.  Some hot tongue action had Miles groaning and
sighing in short order as the talented sucker's wet tongue slithered around
his mushroom like a slippery eel and dug into his cock slit.

Obviously desirous of more the other man began working his way down Miles'
dick, swallowing more and more with each gulp and moaning appreciatively as
the inches grew impressive.  He failed to stop until Miles' head was lodged
somewhere in his throat.  His face and Miles' pubes were pressed together
at the gory hole opening.  Lost in his frenzy of lust, Miles threw back his
head and emitted a husky sigh.  The muscles of the throat tightened around
him and slavishly massaged his buried man tool.  Miles formed a picture in
his mind of another frustrated bisexual husband like himself squatting
behind that concealing partition delightedly stuffing himself with a
more-than-adequate amount of cock meat.

The other slowly withdrew from the cock, lapped and gnawed at the head a
bit, then took Miles down his throat again.  Taking the hint Miles began
bucking his hips against the hole, fucking his unit in and out of the wet
mouth.  The other held his mouth wide open for Miles' pleasure, his tongue
working against the underside of the pummeling fuck rod and his hole
creating a nice suctioning vacuum.  Miles grew more aggressive,
face-fucking the man with full savage thrusts.  He didn't know him.  What
did he care about the discomfort of the cock sucker?  All that concerned
him was getting his rocks off in a nice, warm accommodating hole.

Miles pumped down the other man's throat, gritting his teeth as he slammed
his groin against the wall.  The cock sucker kept up with him, seemed to
like the aggressive action, reinforcing Miles' belief that the guy was much
like himself.  He seemed to have no gag reflex, a fuck channel open,
willing and able.  Fleetingly Miles considered inviting him into the same
cubicle, then decided the anonymity of it all heightened the daring of the
experience.  Besides, it might have the opposite effect and scare the guy
off.  And right now Miles certainly did not want that to happen.  He was
only moments away from getting his nut and drowning the guy in his rich
Baldwin cum load.

Just then the other man backed off Miles' cock.  There were some sounds
from the other side, as if he had risen from his kneeling position and was
making a move.  Could it be possible that he'd had enough and was exiting
the cubicle already?  Disappointed, Miles backed up from the hole, his big
dick throbbing and dripping saliva onto the floor at his feet.  Wrapping
his fist around his pole he stroked himself, waiting and hoping the man, or
someone else, would appear.

He was about to give up hope when the glory hole was filled again, but this
time not by a succulent mouth.  The occupant on the other side must have
doffed his clothing and was now pressing his ass up against the portal.  It
was a smooth and taut backside, the firm cheeks a natural tan color,
reinforcing Miles' suspicion that his playmate was of ethnic persusasion.
This was no man's ass; its owner was obviously younger.  While Miles
feasted his eyes on the nice butt presented to him, the young man's light
brown fingers reached around and pried his tight cheeks apart, displaying
his tight little asshole.  This one wanted to get fucked!

Wasting nary a moment Miles reached for the lube dispenser, deposited a
healthy amount into the palm of his hand and coated himself.  The stuff was
nice and slippery, made for a good hearty screwing.  Deciding to make
closer inspection Miles sunk down on his haunches before the g-hole and
admired the young guy's butt pussy.  The smooth brown asshole winked at him
when Miles lightly blew upon it.  Knowing how much Ryan enjoyed it when he
ate his son's ass Miles figured he might as well afford this stranger the
same luxury.  Miles' tongue lolled out and swiped up the delicately
hair-lined trench.  The guy on the other side cooed and ground his
sweet-tasting ass against Miles' face so that it was protruding through the
rubber-lined hole.  Miles sucked on the quivering ass lips to loosen then
up, then worked his tongue through the ring of the other's anus.  The sharp
intake of breath from the other side pleased Miles, who went to work
lashing his tongue about in the warm, steamy pussy.  He drove in as deeply
as possible, fucking his tongue in and out and enjoying the tart, flavorful
taste of the young buck's hole.

Ready for some real action Miles rose, doused himself with a bit more lube
and pointed his daddy dick straight at the now wet and sloppy male cunt.
Caring little for the comfort of the other he shoved his cock head into the
spit-lubed asshole.  The young man let out a long sigh and tightened up,
but Miles hammered right through until he was buried deeply inside. Wasting
nary a moment he pulled back, then plunged back in to the slickly hot
socket.  The darker ass spread over his pistoning erection, tighter than
anything Miles had fucked before.  Continually hammering into the young
stud's rear end with all his might Miles appreciated the loud moaning from
the other side.  Surely others in the establishment had to hear it also and
must have much respect for a man so forcibly fucking his plaything.

Miles shagged the pretty ass with fat, haphazard strokes, battering the
slimy walls and drilling his fat head up into the deepest recesses of the
other's bowels.  His manly body shuddered with each deep-driving lunge.
With big arms stretched out to either side of him, hands plastered to the
wall he thrust his hips to and fro, the dimples in his buttocks deepening
with each forward movement.  His head was cocked to one side, cheek against
the wall with a savage look on his usually docile face.  It had become hot
and humid in the tiny cubicle, causing the sweat to liberally pour from his
hefty athletic body.  With lips drawn back from his teeth he appeared more
like a reckless barbarian than the usually mild-mannered husband and father
of four.  It occurred to him that he had become Lombardo.  If nothing else,
the ex-con handyman had taught him well.

As his breathing became more and more strained Miles was well aware he
would be unable to stall the inevitable.  And when the asshole started
spasming wildly around his battering ram, complimented by almost-painful
sighs, Miles knew he'd fucked his partner into orgasm.  Straining, shaking
and groaning loud enough to rattle the windows Miles erupted inside the
sizzling, clutching pussy.  Gobs of hot cum gushed from his throbbing cock
head, flooding the younger man's anal cavity.  Miles clung to the wall long
after his final surge, allowing the other to massage his tool with his
abused ass muscles.

Finally extricating himself from the tender, enchanting bung hole Miles
mopped his brow with the available paper towels and wiped his prick clean
before dressing.  The smooth, taut backside disappeared from the hole and
Miles assumed the other was doing the same.  Or was he a cock slut who
spent all night here getting his ass fucked again and again?  Perhaps he'd
turned to the hole on the opposite side and was already getting his guts
pummeled.  It perversely aroused Miles to imagine another man fucking into
his spooge.

Exiting the booth Miles was aware that another door opened behind him as he
passed through those swinging doors into the main body of the shop.  A
nearby patron looked up from his dirty magazine to give Miles a wink and a
smile.  With a smirk on his own face, the proprietor of the place gave him
a celebratory thumbs up.  So they had heard him!  Unsure whether to feel
victorious or embarrassed Miles hastily made his way out of the
establishment into the cool autumn night.

"Mr. Davidson?"  The young voice made him stop in his tracks.  Turning, he
saw the other just leaving the sex shop behind him.

"I thought that was you," the good looking boy went on, gingerly stepping
closer to Miles.  "Not in the back, you know.  I mean, how could I?  But
your profile in the mirrors on the shop wall."

Miles frowned.  "Do-do I know you?"

A wide smile broke across the teen's dark, tan face.  "If you didn't
before, you certainly do now.  You're a fabulous lover!"

So this was the one, Miles thought.  Cripes, the boy didn't look much older
than his sons!

The teen creased a brow.  "Still don't remember?  It's Bahir!"

Bahir!  The eighteen-year-old Arab boy who lived right next door!  One of
Trey's friends!  Of course he remembered.  The teen had attended many of
Trey's pool party's right there in the Baldwin's back yard.

"Bahir!" he said it.  "What are you---?"

The boy's grin showed even white teeth.  "Doing here?  Same as you, I
guess."  Sheepishly he looked to the ground and toed a pebble.  "Please
don't mention seeing me here to Trey."

'Are you fucking kidding me?' Miles wanted to say.  Instead, "Likewise."

The kid smiled again.  "Well, hope to see you again.  I've got to get home
before my parents realize I'm gone."  The boy dug his hands in his pockets
and, with a coy look, turned to his car, a gift, Miles recalled, from his
family.

"Bahir!" he said, catching the departing boy's attention.  With a twinkle
in his blue eyes, he went on, "Remember, I'm only next door."

Bahir flashed those pearly whites again, so sexy against his darker skin,
and nodded agreeably.  Miles got behind the wheel of his BMW and headed
home feeling content with the night's events, his new fuck buddy's
headlights in his rear view mirror for the duration of the drive.



That weekend was the much anticipated game with undefeated Brunswick High.
Delia Baldwin insisted they make it a family day.  Even Lucas was persuaded
to leave his room and join the others in watching his brothers and the home
team take on the champs.  He was joined on the bleachers by best friend
Ollie, who had seemed somewhat distracted of late.  Young Devyn separated
from the family early on and wasn't seen again until the game was
practically over.

Trey had been delighted to see his name on the team roster, had a great
first quarter, then threw several incomplete passes in the second.  During
the second half of the game he was replaced by his younger brother, Ryan.
Seething on the sidelines he watched as the other Baldwin made all the
right moves.  The crowd cheered his efforts.  All but forgotten by the fans
Trey scanned their faces, seeing their obvious delight in the new winning
quarterback.  Unable to stand another moment of it he requested bathroom
leave from Assistant Coach Washington.  With tail tucked between his legs
he trotted off to the gymnasium, fighting back the tears of frustration
forming in his eyes.

Action under the bleachers turned out to be equally as exciting as on the
playing field for the mischievous Devyn until a big hand grabbed him by the
scruff of the neck and yanked him away from Mr. Pritchard's sucking maw.
The black man practically turned white when he saw the forbidding looking
school janitor and fell over himself fleeing the area.  Devyn struggled
against him angrily but Lombardo, on duty for the event, had him in a firm
grasp.  The ex-con handyman, now part-time maintenance worker at the high
school, had chanced upon Devyn's action entirely by coincidence.  While
attending to garbage detail he'd spied the young Baldwin scion scurrying
under the bleachers at the crowded sports event.  After the tawdry scene
he'd witnessed at the McCabe home late this summer Lombardo had a fairly
good idea of what the boy was up to.

Keeping watch Lombardo saw one nervous-looking adult male after another
slip into the shadows.  Some of them he recognized as faculty.  The ex-con
smiled crookedly and shook his head when Principal Dawson, the fat fucker
who hadn't been thrilled to have Lombardo working at the school, joined the
nasty boy for a short one.  None of them were there long, five minutes
tops, and all exited looking afraid they'd been caught raiding the cookie
jar, most of them swiping a hand across their mouth and brushing off their
knees.  When it came time for Pritchard, the African-American grade-school
science teacher, Lombardo decided the kid had had enough.  Ever since the
McCabe incident the calculating Sicilian had been considering ways of
reining the brat in and now seemed as good a time as any.

At first Devyn was mad as a hornet at having his procession of cock suckers
interrupted.  Then the realization set in that his game had been uncovered.
And by the family's handyman, no less.  He was a fighter, though, and gave
Lombardo a run for his money.  Although all attention was on the playing
field any spectator from the top row could have turned their head and seen
the young boy and hunky janitor scuffling behind them.  Grabbing a fistful
of Devyn's silky blond hair Lombardo forcibly shoved him back under the
bleachers and out of sight.  Pressing the squirming teen tightly against
his strong body Lombardo's hairy forearm held him in a head lock while his
other hand was clamped over the boy's mouth.  Devyn's smaller hands clawed
at Lombardo's stronghold, seeking release, but he was no match for the man.

"I could snap your scrawny little neck right here and now," Lombardo hissed
into his ear.  "So you better stop fightin' me and calm the fuck down right
now, little Baldwin."

Hearing his words Devyn slowly gave up the fight.

Still holding him firmly Lombardo went on.  "Now I'm gonna take my hand
from your mouth but you're saying nothing.  Got it?  I'm the one doing the
talking.  And if you think about shouting for help do you really think
anybody's gonna hear you anyways?"

Already violating Lombardo's orders, the boy shot out, ""I'm gonna tell my
father and he's gonna fire you!"

Lombardo chuckled evilly.  "You go and ahead and do that, boy.  Then I tell
them what I "rescued" you from down here."

"They forced me!" Dylan lied.  "Bunch of pervs forced me down here so they
could molest me!"

"Bullshit!" Lombardo retorted.  "When you go and tell your mommy and daddy
and they report it to the school board what do you think all those
cocksuckers are going to say?  Maybe the board wouldn't believe one.  But
two, three, more?"

"They forced me, I tell ya!"  The kid began struggling again.

Lombardo dropped him onto his back and pinned the boy down with his
muscular man's body.  Holding his flailing arms out to the sides he said,
"I suppose old man McCabe forced you, too?"  Seeing the look of
apprehension in the boy's blue eyes he went on, "That's right, boy.  I know
all about that.  I guess you and his son got him so worked up he forgot I
was right outside workin' in his back yard.  I got me a real eyeful of what
went on between you three.  Gotta admit, kid, you're a real piece of work.
But I don't think the others will see it that way.  You'll be lucky not to
end up in reform school."

"You can't tell anybody!"  Devyn knew he'd been had.  Now was the time to
placate the wicked handyman.

A self-satisfied smile illuminated the features of the ruggedly handsome
Sicilian.  "You and me are gonna reach an understanding right here and now.
And when I want something from you, you're gonna give it."

Real fear showed in Devyn's eyes.  "Fuck no!" he replied, beginning his
fruitless struggle anew. "I don't get fucked!  No way!"

Lombardo chuckled.  "Wrong, little Baldwin.  I'm not like your perverted
friends; I don't mess around with little kids."

Devyn wasn't sure he liked being referred to as a "little kid", but he
ceased struggling.  Searching Lombardo's face, he asked, "Well, what the
fuck do you want?"

"Let's get somethin' straight right off.  I won't get into your action, and
you don't get into mine. You can play with all the married daddies you want
and it'll be our little secret.  But when I need you to do something for me
you do it.  Without question.  Got it, kid?"

Devyn slowly shook his head affirmatively, causing Lombardo to smile his
satisfaction.  Loosening his grip on the boy he came up on his haunches
while Devyn sat up on the ground below the bleachers and brushed himself
off.

"Matter of fact," Lombardo went on, rising from the ground and offering the
flustered blond boy his big calloused hand, "payback starts right now.
I've got a task for you to perform......"



A lone figure made his way into the home team's locker room.  Certain the
area was empty he stealthily walked past rows of lockers and benches, the
open shower area, and stopped before the door to the Coach's office at the
far end.  Trying the door he found it locked, just as he'd expected.
Crouching low he placed the envelope he'd been carrying on the floor and,
after just a moment's hesitation, shoved it through the space below the
door.  Rising, he looked through the door's window and saw the manila
envelope face up dead center in the office, the words "Coach Kowalski"
etched in black sharpie on its surface.  All at once there came the sound
of someone entering the locker room from the field side.  Quickly the
intruder retraced his steps and rejoined the festivities, watching as Ryan
Baldwin helped bring the home team to a resounding win.