Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2016 22:34:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: kevin Donovan <letsgonaked2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ruined," Chapter 2, gay male incest
RUINED
By Kevin Donovan
This is a gay, erotic fiction. It includes graphic accounts of sex
between fictional consenting males who are of legal age to have sex with
one another where they fictionally live. If you don't want to read
that, don't. If you are too young to read it, don't. You know very
well this is just a fantasy that could not and should not take place in
real life, so don't try it.
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CHAPTER TWO
The crisis came suddenly, and completely out of the
blue. I was a senior in high school, still seventeen by a couple of
months. I had applied to a very prestigious university, and had hopes
not only of admission, but of getting a scholarship sufficient to make it
possible for me to attend. We had that settlement money, after all. I
came home from a football game on a Friday night, around 11:00, to find
my dad curled up in a fetal position, naked, in his bathroom floor, in a
pool of vomit and tears. An empty fifth of George Dickel whisky sat on
his bedside table. His phone lay beside it, showing three missed calls
from Mike and one, later, from Will. I cleaned him up as best I could,
and dragged his 185 pounds (about twenty more than me) back onto the
bed. All I could get out of him then was, "Oh, Joey. Oh, Joey. It's
gone, Joey. All gone." Then he was gone, into unconsciousness where he
remained until noon the next day.
It got worse. While he waited for his Alka-seltzer to
kick in, Dad filled me in on the basics. He, Will, and Mike were all
ruined, wiped out, in a mega investment disaster. Their timing was
impeccably awful. Three months earlier, it would've worked. They'd left
themselves terribly exposed, financially, but only for a couple of
months, while the remainder of the financing for the huge multi-purpose
development complex came through. It never came through. Every penny
they had, plus some they would never have, went to cover the start-up
costs, and the whole enterprise would remain a gaping wound on the
landscape for years to come.
"I have to sell the house, Joey. I won't be able to
cover payments. Real estate has collapsed here. There's nothing for me
to sell, and no buyers, that means no commissions. And Joey--your
college funds were in that scheme. I thought I could double them, in
case the scholarship did not come through. You know, sometimes they
penalize you for having some money, even if it's not enough. But
instead, I lost it. I lost it all."
Before I had time to digest this revelation, Will showed
up, looking like the very angel of death. His eyes were dark and
reddened with crying, his hair was a fright, and his knuckles were purple
from being in some kind of fight (with a gypsum wall, it turned out.)
He came in without knocking, like always.
"Jack, listen up. It's Mike."
"What, Mike?"
"He's at the hospital, in ER right now. He might not
make it, Jack." Will burst into tears afresh. So did Jack. So did I.
"Jack, he took pills. Lots and lots of them. I don't
know what all, he cleaned out the medicine cabinet. I mean, he really
meant to do it. "
"Connie?"
"Connie had taken the kids and left. She's gone to her
folks in Gainesville. He called me, all distraught. He said he'd called
you, but you wouldn't answer--he knew you must be here. When I got over
to his house, he was already unconscious. They pumped him, but I don't
know-- a lot must have already dissolved. It's touch and go, they say,
fifty-fifty at best."
Dad stood up like an old man, like it was all he could
manage. "Joey, help me get dressed, would you? We've got to get over
there."
I got Will into the shower to wash off some of the
despair, while I put fresh clothes on Dad, and then got myself dressed.
I found Will fastening on some of Dad's jeans (they wore the same size),
and in twenty minutes, we were on the road to the hospital, me driving.
It was unpleasant, all around. Mike's parents were
there, all torn up. They had called Connie, but she felt inclined to
stay away. Among the whole gang, I was the only one who, apparently, did
not take full responsibility for the whole debacle upon himself. Mike's
parents had introduced him to the lead investor, Mike drew Will and Dad
in, Will suggested putting in the settlement money "just for a couple of
months), and Dad somehow failed to know what nobody knew, that the market
was about to implode due to other people's greed than his own.
Apparently, Mike was all too willing to believe Dad blamed him, because
he also was blaming himself. Connie actually did blame the whole bunch
of them! And so it went, not a party to which you'd want to be invited,
but there I was.
Mike was the lucky one, unconscious, where I would like
to have been, much of the time. He made it through the day, and then the
night, though. Then, the worry was that he might live, but with few
brain cells to make life worthwhile. We all kept vigil, for three days,
rotating in and out of intensive care by their schedule.
I had called my friend Carlos early on, to let him know
what was going on and where I was. He called back in an hour to say that
I should tell my dad not to worry, because he thought his dad would be
able to help out with a part-time job at good money. He was about to
start working himself, as soon as he turned eighteen. I asked for
details, but he just said, "Later, Dude. Just tell him, OK? I don't
want nobody else gobbling pills. 'Talk to my dad,' tell him."
I couldn't imagine any hotel job paying that good money,
and part-time? Why would you have to be eighteen? Liquor required age
twenty-one, not eighteen. But I told my dad. He listened, and looked
pensive. But he said nothing. Nothing at all. Later, I saw him
speaking quietly to his brother. Will's eyebrows shot up. He looked
shocked. Then, he laughed, and poked Dad on the shoulder. They both
glanced over my way, and cheesed it quick when they saw me looking.
Something was up, but I knew not what.
Mike spoke on the third day. Dad and I were both with
him.
"See that pillow on that chair, Jack? Lay it over my
face, and press. Please. Won't take a minute. I'll go easy, I
promise."
"Shut the fuck up. You think talk like that is going to
get you out of here? Not hardly. You still have rehab to do, partner.
Thirty days, IF you behave yourself. So start behaving, now."
There was a long pause.
"Why are you here, anyway? I know you must hate me."
"And why, pray tell, would I hate you?"
"I'm a record-setting fuck-up, Jack. I ruined your life,
and about fifteen others', including young Joey here."
Dad just scoffed. He was getting ready to say something,
but deciding how to put it.
"You thought so that night, whenever. I knew you did,
when you wouldn't take my calls. It's OK, though, I just wanted to tell
you I understood, and I would take the fall, you know, bear the blame for
it. I'm the one most culpable."
Dad was about to cry again, the first time that day. I
spoke up. "Mike," I said gently, "Dad could not take your calls. He was
passed out on the bathroom floor puking up George Dickel whiskey, which
you know he hates. He never knew you called. Will called, too, but he
missed that one also. I saw the calls, but I had my hands full and did
not ring you to tell you this."
There was more silence.
"Back to your original question: Why am I here? I'm
here because I love you, Mike. I have for, I don't even know how long, a
long time."
"You do? You love me? I mean, like, love? Why did I
not know this?"
"Because you're stupid, Mike. Beautiful, charming, sexy,
funny, delightful, and your momma's slow child. And because at the
crucial moment, you married Connie, so I kept my mouth shut. Why did you
think I took you home with me periodically and fucked your lights out?"
"I thought you were horny. And I couldn't get pregnant
on you, like happened that last time."
"If I thought I could get you pregnant, Mike Watson, I
would do it in a heartbeat. Can you imagine what a fantastic child we
would make together, Man? Just like you, only smart?"
"And with a gi-normous cock, the Dick of Doom. Ouch!"
We all laughed heartily, Mike wincing at his tubes.
"Should we be having this conversation, you know,
with....?"
"He knows all about it. His only regret is we don't let
him watch."
"DAD! I never said...!"
Dad guffawed. "See there? I was right.... Don't worry,
Buck-O, maybe you'll get lucky one day, and we WILL leave the door open
for you."
"Jack.... If you'll have me, after this--you know, Connie
is gone, the kids are gone, everything the fuck is gone..., well I'll do
it with you on the front lawn if you want. Call the neighbors over, what
the fuck. I have nothing more to lose, except you, and I almost fucked
that up, too." Tears began to roll down his pale cheeks.
"This breaks the record for the most times anybody over
thirty has ever said 'fuck' in my presence, guys." I offered, glad the
mood was lightening. But Dad was not ready for that.
"On second thought, I think I will smother you, after
all." Dad moved over to the bed, leaned down, and kissed his lover
gently on the mouth, bypassing the nasal tubes adroitly. "Get well,
Mike. And then, come home with me. Wherever that is. But we'll be
together."
Mike dozed off after that. Our time was about up. Dad
turned to me, and said, "Joey, I do love you so much." And he kissed me,
too, right on the mouth.
"I love you, too."
The nurse came in to run us out and do her check-ups.
"I think we're ready to go home and get some sleep," said
Dad.
* *
* *
* *
Back at home, but with Mike just starting his stint at
rehab, I awoke the third morning to the feeling of someone slipping into
bed with me. It was Carlos. I was naked, and from the feel of it, he
was, too.
"What's up, Dude? Where's Dad?"
"He's with my dad, talking about that job offer. They
sent me over here, to explain it to you. He'll be back in a few hours, to
talk to you, too, but they thought it might be best if you heard about it
first from me."
I thought so, too, after what Carlos told me.
It turned out that, though they lived unostentatiously,
as a hotel manager and his son, in actuality, Roberto was loaded. He
owned that hotel. He had gotten his start in Las Vegas, and he ran his
own hotel much like the lodging aspect of that one, but within the
context of our more restrictive state laws--meaning, on the down-low. He
had discovered that there was as much money to be had in providing
wealthy guests with fantasy experiences as there was in renting them a
room, even a very nice, pricey room. He offered, very discretely, to
select clients, sexual services, both male and female. Most guests had
no idea, as I had not, that this was going on. But for those who asked,
or who Carlos thought would be interested, his sex-for-rent staff
delivered their wares right there in the guest's own room or suite. They
paid top dollar for their services, which meant that Roberto could insist
on maintaining the very highest standards for his clients. There was
security on the premises, so both sides felt safe. Roberto took half off
the top, and still, his workers did very well for themselves, since
Roberto also strongly recommended 25% as a minimum tip for them.
"So here's what your dad wants you to know, before he
gets back: he is over there at the hotel now, auditioning with my dad
for this job. There's no doubt my dad will offer it. There's no doubt
that your dad will accept. You need to think about how you are going to
deal with that. It's mostly just job training and orientation, I guess."
"Isn't Dad a little old for that? I mean, I thought only
really young guys were in demand."
"Dude, only to you does he seem old. Your dad is hot.
Even I think so, and I'm not even gay." Carlos' protests on that score
were starting to sound hollow. "Actually," he went on, "Dad says he has
to keep both barely legal and more mature men around, because the
requests are very specific as to age. With girls, they all just have to
be young. No one asks for an older woman whore. But lots of younger men
want a "daddy," and lots of women want an older man, too. Successful
professional women don't want to date their grandchild the way men do.
He thinks he can keep your dad very busy. All he has to do is get past
this so-called audition, and he's ready to roll. That's what they are
doing now."
"My dad is over at your place, auditioning
with...with..."
"With my dad, yes. And your Uncle Will is there, too."
"I'm pretty sure my dad is just a top. Or I assumed
that, at least. I don't know about Will, this is the first I've heard
about him... So do they both have to, er, fuck your dad for this
audition?"
"My dad is a top, too, and he services clients in a
pinch. But in this business, they have to be prepared to do whatever the
client asks for. That means, they will all fuck and be fucked, by one
another.?
"Holy shit."
"Maybe not all the way, this time. But enough so Dad can
see how they do. He can't afford customer complaints, Joey. Not only
would he have to return the money, but unhappy customers don't come back
for another round, or recommend the service to their friends."
"This freaks me out."
"You want your college fund back, don't you? And to keep
this house?"
"I was going to flip burgers."
"Flip-fuck instead. You'll make more money. You'd take
fifty years to graduate college flipping burgers. And with you working,
in a few months, along with your dad, your uncle, and your dad's partner
Mike all in the business, believe me, you'll make money for college, and
you'll keep this house. We're talking about good pay, here."
"Did your dad say he wants me, too?"
Carlos nodded. "And me. I start next month. You have
to wait until October."
"That freaks me out, too. But it's better if I'm in
also. I can live with that. Especially if you're in, too."
"Then you're in. Your dad is going to be a while. We
need to start practicing for our auditions, you know. Let's sixty-nine,
'til they come back. This time, I don't even give a shit if he walks in
on us."
He did, along with Will. We had been trying to edge
ourselves, but I was on my third ejaculation and Carlos was on his
second. Oddly, in our years of jacking off together, we had never tasted
one another's sperm before that day. I liked the taste of Carlos', but
it was a kind of deeper flavor than either mine or Dad's. Carlos didn't
like sperm at all, and he said that, as escorts, we were not supposed to
take it in our mouths. We also had to be scrupulous using condoms
anally, both ways. His dad supplied them, regular and extra large, which
Dad, Will, and I all required. Carlos and Mike were on the border,
size-wise, with seven-and-a-half inchers. Carlos and I had agreed that
later on, once we got over this hump with Dad and Will, we would start
fucking for practice also.
Dad stopped at the door, with Will behind him, still in
the hallway.
"OK to come in?"
Carlos' dick popped out of my mouth wetly. "Sure, come
in. We were just practicing, for...well, you know."
"Nice of you to help Carlos practice." I noticed his
re-wording of the activity. He sat on the edge of the bed, and Carlos
swung his legs around and crawled across me to the other side, where he
sat up, dick rampant, not caring.
"I guess you know where we've been. It's a go, Joey.
Actually, we start work tonight, Roberto needs both of us. He had just
gotten kind of short-staffed in this department, and he thinks it's great
that both of us are available so soon. We'll work extra hard for a few
weeks until Mike gets out of rehab. Then he can start in a month, and
Carlos around that time. Maybe Roberto won't have to sub so much."
"And me, in October. That's the only way this can
happen, Dad. I'm not going to be left out of the plan to save my tuition
and home."
Dad looked resolute. "No, Joey. This is in that special
parental category, called 'No Child of Mine will Ever.' I can't let you
do that."
I hoped I looked equally resolute. "I'll be eighteen,
Dad. You can kick me out, but you can't stop me. Let's just go with
this. It's not ideal for either of us, but together, we can deal with
it."
Dad looked defeated and very sad. I let the subject
drop, and he did, too.
We talked about the situation more, though. It came out
that, when I had told Dad about Roberto's offer, he knew right away what
it was. He and Mike had occasionally arranged for some of Roberto's
"Special Reserve" services to be available to their select clients in
town for some real estate deal. That's what Roberto called the
department--"Special Reserve." It had its own number on the phone
system--6969--and calls went straight to the suite right next door to
Roberto's apartment, where guys could relax and even sleep between
clients. The next suite down was for the women likewise, and their
extension was 9696. And two doors across the hall were suites for
clients, if they didn't have their own room, or if they wanted a bigger
place for a discreet party. Much of the whole third floor, where I had
been many times, was actually a sex trade floor, and I hadn't noticed a
thing.
Roberto had advanced Dad and Will $10,000, which he would
get back by charging them extra for his commission, until it was paid
off. This would enable Dad to pay his mortgage and utilities, while Will
moved into our guest room and disposed of his own condo, for cents on the
dollar. They had both already posed for publicity stills of themselves,
shirtless, bearing a tray with high-end liquors on it. That's what the
clients ordered when they wanted sex. The waiter who delivered the booze
stayed to help the client enjoy it. In a weird side effect of state
liquor laws, when Carlos or I would be the escort, one of the
over-twenty-one men or women would have to deliver the liquor, and us, to
the room. But that was OK, there was a $50 surcharge for that service.
The men spent the remainder of the afternoon getting
ready. Carlos and I prepped every inch of their bodies like sacrificial
virgins, which is kind of how I viewed the situation. While they took a
nap, Carlos and I made a run to the Body Shop and the pharmacy, and we
came back equipped with sensuous but masculine body products. We
lotioned them stem to stern, and we used a new body groomer to trim their
hair neatly. We gave them manicures and pedicures. By six o'clock, they
looked delectable, and they dressed in their hottest resort-casual
outfits for their first night at their new job. Neither looked the least
bit whorish, but both looked hot as blazes.
I wanted to come along, too, just to stay in the suite
with them while they awaited calls, but Dad said, "Gimme a break, Joe,
it's my first night," and so I agreed to stay home, alone. Carlos
volunteered to stay with me. I needed him, too. Even as it was, I
called Dad's cell-phone every hour, to see how he was doing. Finally, at
11:30, Will answered to say Dad was out on a room visit, and not to call
anymore. Carlos held me the rest of the night, and I slept some, wrapped
in his strong arms (and with his hard dick poking me in the behind).
When Dad and Will came in around 4:00 and went straight
to bed for some rest, Carlos and I were sound asleep. Dad commented
later on how cute we looked when he checked on us. Around noon, I cooked
breakfast for Carlos and me, since he had been so nice and all, and I
made extra for the working men. I loaded up a tray for Will first, and
took it to the guest room, which was now his room. His bed was
un-slept-in. 'Oh, so he must've stayed on at the suite,' I thought, and
I moved on down the hall to Dad's room. There they both were, cuddled up
and sleeping. I went to Dad's side, set down the tray, and kissed Dad on
the cheek to rouse him. His eyes opened.
"I have breakfast for you, if you're ready. If you want
to sleep, I'll warm it later."
He struggled to sit up, and Will stirred beside him. The
sheet pulled away, and Will's erection popped out. Damn. It was as big
as Dad's--and mine.
He squinted at me. "What time is it? Not time to go back
over there, is it?"
"I don't guess so. But what time do you go back?"
"Me at two this fuckin' afternoon. Apparently, there are
some dudes who like a little afternoon nap nookie. Jack not until 8:00
tonight, unless we get real busy and have to call him in. We alternate."
They got up to have their breakfast with Carlos and me,
moving out onto the patio. It was downright domestic, except that we
were all still butt naked. They filled us in on, apparently, a
run-of-the-mill, routine night at work.
Will had taken the first call at 8:30. He went to the
eighth floor to visit an out-of-shape executive type who liked to have a
big dick up his butt. The man wore black sheer stockings and a garter,
over crotch-less panties. Pink. It was nothing glamorous or fancy, just
a simple butt-fuck and out, with a $100 tip (on top of the $250 fee), but
Will tried to make it seem like he found it not at all unusual or
off-putting. He flattered the guy and tried to help him have fun with
it. In an hour, he was back in the suite with Dad. Dad went next,
around 11:00, when I called for him that time. He got lucky, he said, and
got an attractive mid-forties guy, a family man who didn't want to fuck
up his life with a mistress, but who needed a good blow job and a nice
ass fuck to tide him over until his next out-of-town trip. Apparently,
he wasn't getting those at home.
"Ass fuck, huh?"
"Yeah. He wasn't very big, no big deal. He came pretty
quick. On my face."
We all laughed.
"You make it sound so romantic," I jibed.
"It was every bit as romantic as it sounds."
But that was another $250 earned, and a $75 tip in the
pocket.
When Dad got back to the suite, Will was out on another
trick. A man brought his college freshman son, who had told the dad he
was gay. The man refused to believe it unless the son proved it to him
by fucking a man in front of him. We all agreed, the guy himself had
homo urges, and was just tormenting his son for live porn out of his own
fucked up issues.
Anyway, the boy (who was eighteen) fucked Will, which
took about three minutes, he said, and then Will fucked the boy, directed
by the dad, featuring half a dozen positions and over half an hour, with
the boy in tears much of the time, except he came twice more just from
the prodding. Then, the guy phoned in a request to keep Will for another
hour, getting it added to his card, and he fucked Will himself, with the
boy watching. When Will left, having earned a $500 fee and a one-fifty
tip, the man was fucking his son on the leather sofa, doggie style, and
the kid was no longer crying.
"So far, Will, you're in the lead for both cash and
kink."
Dad's next, and last call came soon after. It was a guy
he knew in high school, a year ahead of his class, now a physician in
another city. He looked startled when he recognized Dad, standing there
in his waiter uniform with a fifth of aged single-malt on his tray.
"I knew this was going to happen eventually, but on the
first night! I'm glad I got it over with. He was more embarrassed than
I was, but he later admitted he had craved my body even back in high
school, but your Mom got to me instead. He had asked for me as a bottom,
but he took one look at my dick and changed that to having me fuck his
ass. He put me through my paces pretty good. I think he'll be back for
more. And it was actually kind of a fun date. Another $250 plus a
C-note tip."
Both men were up-beat, mostly about the money they were
earning, (even though 75% of the base fee, for the present, went to
Roberto), but also, I think, they were turned on by being sex objects,
something any man likes, if he'll admit to it.
After the leisurely breakfast, Will went back over to the
hotel for another long shift. He could order later meals from room
service, he could exercise in the fitness center, swim in the pool, and
he could nap whenever there was slack time, as long as someone was on
phone duty to take reservations. Later in the afternoon, another man
would come in to take some of the appointments, and then Dad, too, in the
evening. Will took a suitcase containing three changes of clothing, plus
he had the uniform there for the room service act. After he left, Dad
told me and Carlos that Roberto had said he and Will should expect to
work together some, at triple pay, of course. Once the word got out that
Roberto had a pair of hot brothers in his stable, there would be
people--male and female-- who just wanted to see the two of them get it
on together, whether or not the client got involved. Client involvement,
of course, brought an even bigger payoff.
But that was nothing, Carlos reported, compared to a
father-son gig, which he and Roberto would be doing together soon. There
would be an audience of six or eight, or even more, to watch that, and it
would involve a two-hour minimum booking at triple the regular hourly
rate--more for the initial deflowering--each. That could build some
serious tuition money.
Money, it seemed, was no object for the people who served
as Roberto's clients. However, they expected quality goods for their
investment. Roberto and his son Carlos were strikingly good-looking
men. I'd known all along that my dad Jack and his brother Will, as well
as Dad's (now) boy-friend Mike, were, too--and the mirror told me that I
was right up there with them, and getting more so almost daily. To
satisfy our customers, Carlos and I realized that just being barely legal
would only work for us a time or two, even with our looks. After that,
we had to deliver with quality, which meant toned bodies, perfect
grooming, and graceful, adept, and very stimulating sexual services. We
needed to get busy.
Carlos pretty much moved in with me, just as Dad and Will
were pretty much moving over to the hotel, where Roberto needed them
nearly all the time, and there seemed to be always work for them, except
in the morning hours, between about 3:00 a. m. and noon. We swam laps in
my pool, because we could do it nude there. Ditto for my free weight
set, which I moved to the gazebo near the pool. For early-morning
running, we had to wear onion-skin shorts and running shoes, because we
did that on the road of the subdivision, but we were totally comfortable
together nude, and that's the way we went at home, nearly all the time.
We'd broken the ice with oral sex that first day, while
Dad and Will were auditioning. From that point on, we were constantly
sucking one another's dick, not just sixty-nine, but solo as well--on the
bed, in the rec room while watching TV, or at poolside. Being the gay
one of the pair, I got pretty attached to Carlos' delectable dick, but he
was coming along really well as a cock-sucker, too, and he seemed to
enjoy it, except for the sperm-swallowing at the end.
Fucking was another matter. A week into Dad's new work
routine, it still hadn't happened. We were having lunch over at the
hotel in Carlos' suite, when his dad breezed in unexpectedly, as he
sometimes did, looking very handsome in his dark suit and tie. The
Rodriguez men were of Cuban ancestry, and they had been, before Castro,
Cuban aristocracy. They had coal-black hair and amazing green eyes, but
very light skin color and very little body hair, making a striking
combination of coloring.
"Why aren't you boys fucking?" he asked abruptly.
"We have time. We will," Carlos defended.
"Three weeks. That isn't long to become totally
comfortable and blasé about it, Carlos. You need to get serious. Once
you start, I'll never be able to get you to stop, but for now, you need
to be practicing." He looked at his watch. "OK, be naked in the bedroom
at 4:30. We'll get this over with before dinner time." And he was off
again briskly, out the door.
Carlos rolled his eyes. "Typical father-son
conversation, eh? 'Why aren't you fucking your friend? Get busy!'" We
laughed.
"Well, why aren't you?"
"I guess I will be--at 4:30."
We finished our burgers and played some video games, but
I was distracted. At last, I was scheduled to lose my cherry, not
spontaneously, as I'd always expected, and not by my dad, as I'd always
hoped, but by appointment, with Roberto supervising and choreographing.
I felt a little thrill at the thought. No doubt about it, Roberto was a
hot dude. I wished (ha!) all my future clients would be so sexy, though
if they were, why would they have to pay me for it? I glanced over at
Carlos, who was idly twisting his pubic hair with one hand as he
manipulated the game remote with the other. When he was with girls, I'd
seen him switch on the charm like an electric light, flirting. But he
had no idea how sexy he was to the right men. At 5' 9", he was shorter
than the rest of us, but I was only 5'11" myself, and Roberto in
between. Carlos had muscular legs, proportional to his height, sporting
a light cover of feathery black hairs. His 33" waist was smooth and
strong, his chest muscular, shoulders wide, biceps rounded. He had
graceful, size 8 1/2 feet, a handsome face with an easy smile, and great
teeth. That this guy liked to run around naked with me, and would just
come up and suck me off almost daily without even a word about it (and
accept the same from me, happily), and was now planning to fuck me and
get fucked by me that very afternoon--how amazing was that? But I don't
think he thought of it as sex. It felt good, it was naughty fun, and was
practice for business, but real sex? No, not for Carlos. And his dad
was the same way. He wasn't coaching us in sex, he was teaching us
business technique.
4:00 came, and we showered together. We didn't know what
to do about our asses, so we sort of fingered ourselves down there. We
didn't need to worry, though. Roberto came in promptly, finding us
reclining on the bed. I was licking on Carlos' hairy balls, just to
start warming him up. Roberto ignored that, and said, "OK, how clean are
your asses?"
We told him we'd done our best with a finger-douche.
"Not good enough. You're fired. Yes, if either of you
ever goes in to a client, even if you expect to top him, without a clean
ass, you'll be fired. That's your first, most important job."
He had a small plastic shopping bag with him, and he
tossed it to me. "Here, open these up. Lesson one: the douche." He
went into the bathroom, emerging with two fresh towels, as we ripped open
the packaging on two identical enema bulbs. The bag also contained a
large tube of silicone lube gel and a carton of a dozen regular and a
dozen Magnum condoms. Without comment, I set the Magnums down on my side
of the bed and tossed the regulars over to Carlos' side.
Roberto directed us to spread the towels under us and
assume doggie position with our feet hanging off the side of the bed. He
began to caress both our backs and backsides gently. It felt great. He
found the lube tube, and then a wet finger stroked our buttholes. It was
cold!. The finger darted inside, just one knuckle, while his other hand
continued to caress and stroke. He moved back and forth, to Carlos, to
me. Carlos looked over at me and grinned, a little self-consciously. He
was enjoying this, but feeling a little guilty about it, I could tell.
After all, that was his dad's finger. The finger went in to the second
knuckle. In a moment, after more caressing, it went in to the third.
Roberto went into the bathroom again, taking the bulbs
with him. We heard water running. He returned.
"Now boys, the thing is, you want your rectum
scrupulously clean, which will last about three hours. After that, you
have to expel any waste and do it again. But use only 1/3 cup of warm
water, no more. You want it to rinse the outer room, but not go up the
pipe any further. If it goes up into your colon, you'll be dripping for
hours, and that is way too messy. Instead of putting in lots of water,
you put in a little bit three or more times, until it's clear."
He inserted a bulb and squeezed. I felt the warm water
enter me. Carlos was getting the same treatment beside me.
"Hold it as long as you can, then go squirt it out."
Carlos, laughing, ran for the toilet almost immediately.
Fortunately, he only took a few seconds to expel his water, and I was
able to take his place on the john, adding my water and a few little
flecks of shit to his. I flushed that.
We returned to the bed, where Roberto was ready with a
second application. This time, I beat Carlos to the hopper. He ran in
and sat on my lap. I spread my thighs, and he shot crappy water between
them into the john. We were cracking up as if shitting together was the
most fun we'd had in months. Roberto watched us, smiling.
"As juvenile as you guys are, I do like to see you having
fun. The sex trade needs to be fun, or else it's just depressing. Too
many of the women never catch on to that, and some of the men, too. If
you can play at your work, you'll be happier, and you'll last a lot
longer at it. Now, Joey, wash your dick, and then come on back."
He squirted us two more times, though we were already
clear by the third. "Be sure you're completely clean," he warned.
"You'll see why in a minute."
We did see. Back in doggie position, I felt a wet tongue
on my asshole. Carlos' dad was rimming me! We had never yet done that
to one another, but I knew it was coming. After a couple of minutes, he
moved over to his son and caught him up on the experience. I heard
Carlos catch his breath, but he said nothing. It had to be weird--and
exciting-- to have his own dad do these things to him.
Back to me. The tongue went even deeper. I felt my eyes
roll back in their sockets, and I let out a long sigh. My cock was a
rock. Roberto's gentle fingers stroked and caressed my ass globes and my
testicles, dangling loosely in their sack. One hand found my dick,
pointing straight out, and began to massage it. I felt he sap start
rising, and I wanted to warn Roberto off, but I also wanted to have that
cum more than anything in the world at that moment, except for him to
keep slurping on my hole.
Suddenly, he stopped, and moved back over to Carlos. The
red alert for me was ended, just in the nick of time. I heard Carlos
wheezing and panting. He seemed to be having trouble staying balanced on
his hands and knees. His dad was stroking his cock under his belly,
while imbedding his tongue as far up Carlos' ass as it would reach.
Carlos had an expression of complete bliss, and his jaw hung slack.
I felt a breeze on my asshole. Roberto was blowing onto
it, directing an exhalation directly onto my anus. That also felt
sublime, but I wanted the tongue back, or something, anything stuck up my
ass! With the blowing, I was aware that my anal ring was slowly relaxing
itself, without my willing it.
"OK, boys, who goes on top first?"
I didn't really care, just so I got fucked, so I stayed
quiet.
Carlos jibed, "How 'bout me first, last, and always on
top?"
His dad laughed. I think he was actually proud of how
macho-hetero his son was claiming to be, hustler or not. But he said,
"Just for that, 'ho, you get fucked first. By one of the biggest cocks
in town. After you've had this tree stuck up your ass, Hijo, you'll be
ready for anything!"
He moved over and started blowing on Carlos' hole, as he
had done mine.
"You're getting there, Caro, you're getting there." I
turned my head to watch. Roberto was tapping Carlos' asshole with three
fingers of his right hand, held tightly together. He didn't push, he
just tapped, more and more insistently. Carlos' hole opened magically,
wider and wider as he tapped.
"You see this, Joey? Easy way to get a man to relax his
hole for you and open up. Just tap on it, he'll let you in. Now watch."
He took the lube tube, which had a long applicator tip,
and squirted a gob right into the middle of Carlos' relaxed hole, and he
smoothed it around with his digit. Then, he placed the applicator onto
that spot, and slowly pushed it in the inch or so it would fit. He
squeezed the tube from the bottom. When lube began to overflow, he
stopped, and pulled out the applicator. He put his middle finger in all
the way. Carlos made a kind of mmm.
"That's nothing, Caro, just my finger. You wait. You're
gonna have a good time."
He pushed the digit in all the way, and twisted it
around. Carlos' whole body flinched, but he said nothing. Roberto gave
it several finger-whirls. He pulled out the finger, but he put two
together and inserted both. Carlos let his lower back arch down a bit,
thrusting his buttocks out and up a tad more. He was leaning INTO the
fingers. Roberto chuckled.
Roberto finger fucked his son gently but firmly for a
moment. Then, he pulled out and put a third finger into place. Slowly,
he inserted the bundle. Carlos made another Mmmm sound. With his spare
hand, Roberto massaged Carlos' tailbone and the edges of his crack.
"Step down and come over," he instructed me. He took
hold of my cock, which was 95% hard, and gave it a few slippery jacks. I
reached for the Magnums, but Roberto took them from my hand.
"I know I said you always wear these, but for now, no.
You and Carlos are both virgins, you never fucked anybody. As long as it
stays that way, just you two together, you can fuck bareback. Have some
fun. As soon as he goes to work, or you begin to fuck with your daddy or
uncle, then you use the condoms from then on. OK? I'll be sure you know
how to put them on by then."
I nodded.
"Come up behind. Put it right on the hole."
Roberto took hold of my cock and pressed the fleshy head
of it against his son's anus.
"Lean in." He guided my cock head into the slickened
opening.
Carlos shouted.
"Easy, Hijo. Easy." The head popped into the ring, and
we stopped there.
"He's in, Caro. How's it now?"
"Oh, Papa, it hurts, man! It's killing me!"
"No, no, it's not killing. There's no blood, even. You
will like it in a minute. Just be still. When it gets better, push
back a little."
Carlos did push back gingerly, in just a moment. Roberto
nodded to me, and I gave a slow push. An inch of my dick went in.
"Ow,ow,ow,ow," said Carlos. "Mercy, Chico. Slow!"
I held back for a moment, then pushed in another inch.
Again, there was the protest. I held still for thirty seconds, and then
Carlos pushed back again, taking another half inch. Then another.
"Take a breath," I said.
He did, and while he was doing it, I pushed in another
inch.
"Oh, that hurts so bad."
"You're a wimp. It feels really, really good. Better
than your mouth. No teeth."
Carlos laughed and I took the opportunity to push in
further.
"Now in and out, slowly," coached Roberto. "He's almost
there, Caro."
I hunched deeper on every thrust, and pulled out nearly
all the way. Carlos panted vigorously, his head down. I pulled out, and
Roberto squirted more lube on my dick. I slid back inside the tube.
"Oh, yeah, that's better. Cooler, too."
I pressed in all the way to my pubes. My balls dangled
against Carlos' taint, just above his own set.
"OK, mi Caro, he's in all the way. You're fucked, Hijo.
You're not a virgin no more." As refined and proper as Roberto's English
always was, he reverted to a family version during sex, it seemed.
"Fuck him, Joey. Fuck this boy's ass good. Breed his
butt."
I fucked. Carlos was making a moaning sound,
accentuating the deep thrusts into his gut. I was poling him as deeply
as I could, and still meeting no real resistance in his colon. On first
entrance, it had been merely tight, but loosened up, it became a long,
wet sleeve for my cock to slide in and out of.
I felt a tightening in my balls. The end of my dick
began to become very tense, almost electrified. My nerve cells were in
full tingle. An eruption of sperm began below my balls and swept up my
cock and out into my lover's rectum. I filled him with burst after burst
of semen, until my thrusting became more and more erratic and jerky, and
finally slowed to a pulse rate, with my dick head becoming more and more
sensitive until I could no longer bear to thrust.
Carlos slid slowly to the mattress, his feet extended out
from the knees. I joined him, cock still embedded to the hilt, and chest
resting atop his sweaty back.
"Oh, that was good. so good," he moaned, blissfully.
'Well, that's sure a change of tune,' I thought, but did
not say out loud. You'd have thought I was killing him earlier, death by
dick.
"Don't go to sleep. You have more work to do, " Roberto
cautioned.
"K," said Carlos, but not too convincingly.
Roberto got me up off of Carlos, sliding my dick out of
his butt with a wet pop. Carlos sat up, and Roberto pulled him to his
feet, sending him to the john to expel semen from his ass. He
complimented me on my expert swordsmanship, and patted my rump
approvingly.
"That dick is going to make us some money," he said.
"And this ass."
Carlos returned, kind of walking funny, but looking
happy.
"You liked it, then, eh, Hijo?"
Carlos grinned. "The last half was great. The first
half--I thought I was gonna die."
"This, you'll like all the way. Open him up, and I'll
just watch. Do just as I did to you."
Carlos went to work on my backside, following the pattern
Roberto had used on his own butt. He started by making out with my hole,
without a single complaint. His tongue was long and firm. Then, he did
the tapping thing, as his dad made approving comments.
"Look at that beautiful hole, Carlos. You're about to go
where no man has gone before you. It is an honor to be able to tap a
hole like that, for the first time."
I felt the tip of the lube applicator being inserted into
my ass. Cool wetness poured into me. Then, the fingering continued.
One finger. Two fingers. My ass felt full, but the fingers were bony,
and I longed for something more supple. Three fingers. They twisted.
My anal ring was getting stretched, and it didn't feel great. Carlos
thrust the fingers as deep as they would go, and I felt a pang of stretch
pain. He widened his fingers and pulled my muscle wider than I thought
nature must have intended for it, ever. I felt Roberto's hands on my
buttocks, smoothing, massaging, distracting me from the sharpness of the
anal intrusion. Then, the fingers came out, and I sensed Carlos back
there applying lube to his cock.
"Slow and easy," Roberto cautioned.
The blunt, spongy head pressed against my slick hole.
The hole stretched, and the head slipped smoothly inside. This was OK,
it hurt less than the fingers. I just grunted.
"Hold it."
Carlos paused to let my ass become acclimated to its new,
open position. Then he leaned in.
The inner part of my rectum was not stretched out yet,
and it protested a bit, but gave way to the pressure of the fuck-stick
pressing into it. Carlos hit bottom, and his pubes pressed against my
butt.
"Hold it there. He's in, Joey, all the way. How do you
feel? You OK?"
"Yeah. It's great. Weird and full."
"OK, then, just a few thrusts, to make sure it's all
opened up. Then, we try some positions."
Carlos hunched languidly, and my ass expanded to
accommodate his movements. It was feeling strange, full, amazing,
totally unfamiliar--but I liked it.
Roberto directed me to lie on my back, and Carlos crawled
up between my upraised feet. Roberto placed a pillow under my rump to
raise my pelvis to a better angle, and then Carlos reinserted his turkey
baster. He leaned forward and began hunching. I was surprised when he
leaned down and kissed me, with his father watching, but I received the
kiss gratefully, and responded in kind. Carlos hunched, and his father
stepped back to watch appreciatively.
"You two are quite a couple. Makes me wish I was filming
this. There would be money in that, too." Carlos hunched and Roberto
watched.
"Don't cum yet. There are more good positions."
Carlos pulled out with a pop. "I got to take a break.
Whew! That is amazing, but I was about to lose it."
Roberto rolled me over onto my side and, after a moment,
directed his son to reinsert from behind and above me. We did three or
four other positions after that: my legs rolled over my head, and Carlos
hammering me from above; my feet tucked into the top of the headboard,
and Carlos reversed; Carlos laid out on his back, with me riding him,
forward and backward; then back to doggie. For the finale, Carlos wanted
missionary again, and he bred my gut straightforwardly, with his tongue
deep in my mouth. When I was able to look toward Roberto, our coach was
smiling big.
"Good job, boys, both of you. You almost make me believe
you enjoyed that."
"Dad, I'm not through. Can I go again?"
Roberto cackled.
"That's between you two. You won't need me for this, I
have other work to do. I wouldn't have missed this, though. Practice
all you want, and have fun."
He left, with Carlos still lying atop me, his dick fully
inserted and drooling. He began to thrust again.
"You still OK?"
"Yeah, stud. Keep fucking."
We didn't order dinner that night until ten. Carlos
fucked me to completion three times. Then, he let me fuck him again,
this time without all the complaining. We also made out passionately for
at least an hour in between, and we slept a bit. When the waiter, Jorge,
a skinny guy just older than we were, delivered our burgers, we were
still naked. Jorge looked us over lustfully, but said nothing. It was
great to have official parental sanction for our activities. When Roberto
came back in about eleven, he found me fucking his son's ass for the
third time. He laughed and went to his own room.