Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:37:51 -0600
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 12

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12>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lucky Thirteen

The set was half over when Justin returned to the table.  Two girls had
joined them.  Justin thought he recognized them from school.  They fawned
and fretted over the boys, with special attention towards Tim.  Mickey
seemed well suited to the situation and flirted shamelessly with both of
them.  Conrad played along, but often found himself tongue tied by the
subtle banter.  Tim was out of his element.  He felt ill at ease, and
flushed.  As the encounter continued he actually began to perspire. The
girls misinterpreted these signs for innocence and inexperience.

They ignored Justin refusing to acknowledge his presence.  He didn't mind.
He sipped his pop, and retrieved some candy from his backpack.  Jerry had
proved a very capable cocksucker.  Justin closed his eyes and relived the
experience as he chewed slowly on the confection.

At first Jerry had ravaged his adolescent meat taking him quickly toward
the peak.  Once he'd felt Justin begin to stiffen and quake he eased off,
teasing and exploring, keeping him close to ecstatic bliss.  The process
seemed endless.  Justin leaned back on the wall and allowed the man every
liberty.  Jerry caressed his frame, explored his flanks and legs; even
reached between his mounds in the quest to heighten Justin's pleasure.  At
long last Justin needed release.  He bit his lip and opened his eyes.  His
hand slid behind Jerry's head.  He looked down and recognized the longing
in the man's eyes.  A longing he understood.  With a gasp he began to swing
his hips, feeding the hungry cocksucker worshiping at his groin.  Jerry
took hold of the boy's tightening sack and squeezed.  Justin froze.  His
body ached.  His frame stiffened.  Jerry's eyes bulged as the monumental
load erupted.  Justin came.  Four steely blasts painted Jerry's throat.  A
fifth filled his mouth and leaked from his lips.  The discharge that
followed did not come in blasts but in a long continuous flow.  Jerry
prided himself on being an accomplished cocksucker.  He'd been sexually
active since he was fourteen.  In the ten years since he'd had countless
buddies and random encounters but nothing had prepared him for this load.
He gulped and swallowed and still the gooey stuff rolled forth.  Justin's
body spasmed and quaked.  He slammed and slapped against the wall and bar
back as each tremor wracked his lithe frame.  His eye lids fluttered and
his breath came in small hard snatches.  With a guttural grunt a last burst
of spunk splattered Jerry's gullet.

"Damn J boi, you been savin' that up or what?"  Jerry said cleaning up
after they'd finished.

"Yeah it's been a while." Justin admitted timidly.  "Don't usually let
anyone...ya know, take care of me."

"Isn't that what you just told Tim?"  Jerry smiled.

Justin opened his eyes to find Tim smiling at him from across the table.
He smiled back and offered Tim one of the turtles he'd been enjoying.

"If they're that good I better try one."  Tim chuckled fishing one from the
bag the boy held out.

Justin blushed, and Tim laughed as he bit into the rich confection.

"Are those from Cronin's?"  The vacuous brunette asked reaching toward the
bag.

Justin stopped her with a sharp glance.  There was an uncomfortable moment,
which led to the girls departure.

"The girls say there's gonna be a party tomorrow night."  Mickey reported
as the young ladies left.

"We'll see."  Tim said obviously mulling something over as he spoke.

"What's up cap'n?"  Conrad wondered seeing Tim's concentration.

"Just thinking about this big shindig we're planning.  Don't know how Sean
or his friends will react to the offer.

"If they think like him, we're going to need to keep a fire extinguisher
handy!"  Mickey laughed.

"Don't know.  Suppose we should let him in on the plan once we clear the
way with the counter man huh?"  Tim mused.

"All set with Jerry." Justin reported.

"It is?"  Mick marveled.  "Who took care of that?"

"I did," Justin beamed, "just before I took care of him."

"J boi you....," Mick began his laud.

"It's Justin isn't it?"  Tim interjected.

"It is."  Justin demurred.

"Hope it'll be worth the effort."  Conrad grinned.

"Already was," Justin blushed.

"You didn't just..."  Mick laughed.

"He did, "Tim said taking quiet pride in his new protégé'.  "So who's to
play ambassador?"

"I'll do it."  Conrad said.

Sean watched him approach.

"Have a moment?"  He asked.

Sean followed him out into the front of the shop.

"You're here with quite crowd this evening."  Conrad began.  "Any of them
open minded?"

"Minded, mouthed, legged," Sean laughed.  "You have hit the mother...well
brother load."

"Think they'd be interested?"

"Tim and Mickey in on this?"

"Oh yeah, would never make a move like this without the big man's
approval."

"Shit, that's four, eight, and Mark Wayne and Chris eleven!"

"An even dozen with the counter man."

"Jerry!  No wonder.  Where?  At the field house?"

"Too many for there, Jerry said we could do it here."

"Boggles the mind."  Sean said shaking his head.  "I'll have to ask them,
but I'm sure most of `em 'll be hot for it."

"Hope you're on that list."

"Thought you'd have had enough of that already?"  Sean teased.

"How wrong you are, only had a taste.  Been looking forward to a ride."

Despite the efforts and exertions of the day Sean could feel his body
respond.

"See you after the last set."  He assured Conrad heading back to the table.

He consulted with Al first.  Al marveled at the news.  He'd been thinking
on the guitarist all night, but looking over the table in question his
mouth began to water.  There was a heap of beefcake around that table, and
he could already imagine the muscled ass he was about to behold.

Derrick was sitting to Sean's left.  Sean whispered the news to him.  His
eyes widened and he grinned expectantly.  Sean asked him to make the offer
to Chris and inform Josh.  Sean then stood up and went around the table to
join Wayne and Mark.  Wayne was immediately enthused by the idea.  Mark
seemed reluctant.  Sean didn't press the issue and left them to decide
amongst themselves.

From their vantage point across the room Tim and his colleagues were highly
amused as they watched the news spread around Sean's table.  They were
pleased to see the word slowly make it to all the boys.  Then watched the
growing excitement as the troupe responded in a variety of manners.  Some
were subtle, other open.  Some grew quiet; with their persistent gaze
signaling their intentions.  Others seemed jubilant and ratcheted into high
spirits.

"Looks like a unanimous decision."  Mickey reported.

"That tall brunette looks hot, extremely hot.  I got a peek at him earlier;
he's definitely a high performance model."  Conrad assayed.

"The tall blonde, who's he?"  Tim wondered.

"The one in between Derrick and Chris?"  Justin asked.

"I don't know many of them by name."  Tim admitted chuckling.

Sean couldn't help but notice that the energy that'd been flowing between
Josh and Derrick suddenly seemed diminished.  Derrick was jabbering
excitedly with Chris.  Their conversation didn't have a thing to do with
the upcoming encounter, but Sean was sure their excitement was fueled by
anticipation.  No, the change was all centered on Josh.  He seemed to have
suddenly quieted after a night of exuberance.

Sean wondered what could have effected such a sudden change.  He looked
toward the other table to find Tim watching him thoughtfully.  He smiled at
the attention, and after a few moments under that steady gaze wanted very
much to feel the big guy's arms around him once more.

Even at this distance Tim read the softening in Sean's expression and
nodded toward the door which led into the front of the coffee house.  Tim
waited for him just beyond the door and directed him to the section in
which he'd recently conversed with Justin.

"Looks like all you're boys are up for a little adventure."  Tim jibbed.

"I'm not so sure."  Sean pondered.  "Seemed like Mark agreed to please
Wayne and...."

"I don't know anybody by name."  Tim chuckled.

"Well then, I'm Sean."  He began to emphasize Tim's oversight.

Tim grabbed him by the waist, remembering Sean was ticklish, and reduced
him to gasping uncontrolled spasms of laughter.

"Alright, alright," Sean gasped.

Tim relented.  Sean slowly regained control.

"You know Derrick and I introduced you to Al.  The blond next to Derrick
was my little brother Josh."

"Not so little brother as I hear it told."

"Where'd you pick that one up?"  Sean puzzled.

"The skater at my table, Justin.  Seems he and your brother were involved
in a little mutual action in the basement here last week.  That's how we
knew to entice Jerry.  Seems he got an eyeful of the two of them and Justin
went out during the beginning of this set and aaaa convinced him."

"Yeah well satyr boy is an animal.  Next to him the face model's name is
Chris, he's a friend of Derrick's, and across the table were Wayne and
Mark.  Mark's the dark haired stud."

"Where'd you meet them?"

"At the beach."

"You pick up alot of talent at the beach don't cha?"  Tim challenged.

"Didn't ever happen that way till some big football stud swept me off my
feet."  Sean joked.

"Yeah literally."  Tim said joining in the laughter.

"That too."  Sean thought aloud.

"Huh?"  Tim questioned missing the response amid their laughter.

"Sounds like the band is winding up."  Sean said changing the subject as he
got to his feet.

"I'm not in a hurry."  Tim said catching Sean by the belt and dragging him
back to the couch.

Sean was unprepared and the strong grasp had him falling backward.  Tim saw
him topple and caught Sean in his ample arms.  They found themselves face
to face with Tim's arms wrapped protectively about Sean's slim frame.  The
laughter and sudden fall had Sean breathless.  The embrace was disarming.
He looked nervously about the room.  Tim pulled him closer.

"No one's here but us."  He whispered in Sean's ear.

"And the room full of hot boys waiting for us."  Sean reminded him.

"If you wanna skip the party, I'd be just as happy to spend the time with
you."  Tim offered.

Josh strode out of the performance area.  He spied Sean and Tim and was
about to roust them from their nest when Jerry appeared from the adjoining
alcove and warned him off with a wave and a stern look.  He took a step
back and studied his brother for a moment.  Something in Sean's look, in
his eye's and his expression caused the heat that had energized Josh all
evening to flare anew in his breast.  Taking one last look he went to find
Derrick.

"I think we'll disappoint our public if we don't make an appearance."  Sean
argued feeling awkward with the sudden intimacy of the moment.

"Perhaps I'm just being greedy, not wanting to share you with all those
fine looking boys."  Tim countered.

"You can't be jealous of me."  Sean marveled.

"Why not?

"I mean I'm just..."

"A hero?"  Tim offered filling in the blank.  "A stud?  An open hearted
lover?  Honest, noble, giving?  Shall I go on?"

"You can't mean..." Sean began to protest blushing deeply.

Tim silenced him with a kiss.  Not a deep slobbering affair, but a simple
kiss on the lips that shocked Sean because of their public exposure.

"I don't care who knows?"  Tim grinned answering Sean's obvious distress.

He lifted Sean effortlessly and set him on his feet.

"If we're going to do this, we should lend Jerry a hand so he doesn't think
twice about hosting this affair.  Get your crew together and I'll find out
what's to be done."  Tim said standing and heading back to his table.

The sound of the final chord was already dying away as he did.  The
audience was headed out.  Jerry had set up to go cups and was taking final
orders at the counter.  As the last of the evenings customers wandered off
and the band packed. Tim appeared at the counter.  Jerry saw him and
produced his tab.

"Not what I'm here for," Tim explained.  "Justin set things up with you?"

"Did indeed."

"Things improving between you two?"  Tim asked.

"I think so, but time will tell for sure."

"Good enough.  So how can we help you clean up?  Get things ready for the
second show?"  Tim grinned.

"Tables need to be cleared and wiped and the floor of the performance area
needs sweeping.  I'll make up a little bucket and give you some rags for
the tables, the brooms are in that closet."  Jerry instructed overjoyed at
the offer.

Tim retrieved the brooms and other offered equipment from Jerry and then
returned to the performance area.  A number of Sean's crew had already
begun bussing tables.  Justin and Conrad were assisting the band to break
down their equipment and carry it out the back door to waiting vehicles.

Danny was alone on stage packing up his guitar when Justin joined him.

"You still horny?"  Justin asked.

"Not so loud!"  Danny warned.

"Everybody in this room is here for the same reason."  Justin explained.

"Helpin' out so Jerry can close up?"

"Well yeah that's the first step.  Then ya know, they're all gonna get
naked!"

Danny looked out over the room.  He couldn't believe his eyes, and found
himself having a little trouble breathing.

"Everybody!"  Danny squeaked far louder than he expected.

Josh had been stacking tables and chairs to facilitate sweeping.  When
Danny looked his way he pantomimed sucking a cock; bobbing his head and
bulging his cheek with his tongue in response.

"If it's too much for you, I could just help you get your nut again.  I
mean we wouldn't have to rush this time."  Justin offered.

Danny sat down on the edge of the stage trying to assimilate what he'd just
been told.  He'd been enticed into watching these two hot young bucks at
play.  In the process he'd been serviced by Jerry.  Then this evening the
skater had once again drawn him to the stairs.  What had happened then was
so intense and occurred so quickly Danny was still felling its effects.

Justin sat by his side.  He waited quietly watching the young man.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Just a little confused," Danny admitted.

"You never done this before?"

"Never before the other day, and that was well, unexpected to say the
least."

"Didn't you like it?"  Justin wondered.

"Liked it alot.  I think that's the problem, I never expected..."

"You like girls huh?"

"I have a...girlfriend," Danny replied.

"Do you love her?"  Justin asked.

"I used to think so."

"Does she love you?"

"Hang on Doctor," Josh interrupted.  I don't think the patient is
responding as expected."

"What?"  They both responded simultaneously.

"You never had sex like this, not that it's a guy, but this intense, this
wild and unrestricted."  Josh titillated.

Danny sat listening as the argument between his head and body raged.

"The smoking room is done."  Chris reported as he emerged from the room.
He was wearing Josh's midriff tee and his jeans were slung low on his hips.
A sculpted waist was in plain view and he glowed with the efforts in which
he'd recently been involved.

Josh waved him closer, and without a word looped an arm around his waist,
dragged him against his body, and kissed him deeply.  Chris responded
instantly molding himself to Josh's body and returning the kiss.  As their
tongues dueled, Josh's hands were busy exploring Chris frame; groping his
basket and massaging his ample muscled ass.

"Thanks Chris."  Josh said breaking the kiss.

"Anytime."  Chris panted starting to walk away before questioning what had
just happened.

"That made you hot right?"  Josh smiled after seeing Danny and J boi slack
jawed at the sight.

Danny nodded his affirmation unable to summon the words.

"Then stick around cause there's gonna be alot more of that."  Josh assured
him.

Derrick giggled from across the room.  Josh turned to him shrugged and
smiled.

"You're a pig."  Derrick accused joining him to begin resetting the room as
the sweepers were finishing their passes along the broad floor.

"I wasn't trying to get anything from Chris."  Josh began.

"Stop," Derrick cautioned.  "I know what you were doing, I saw.  Besides
Danny wasn't the only one that was awestruck at sight of my satyr boy
ravaging Chris.  The whole room stopped and watched."

"What?"

 "That's right.  The football studs nearly combusted spontaneously."
Derrick continued.

"No that's not the `what' I was meaning.  Your satyr boy?"  Josh said
feeling the glow in his chest flare into a conflagration.

"Yeah my satyr boy."  Derrick smiled.

Sean had been straightening the front areas.  Mickey stood in the doorway
to the performance area leaning on a broom.

"You done?"  He asked.

"Yep."  Mickey replied attention fixed on some point beyond the doorway.

"Something interesting?'  Sean wondered.

"You could say that."  Mickey said pulling Sean to his side.

Josh had Derrick pinned to a table top.  He rode atop the boy grinding and
kissing him wildly.

"Second one he's ravaged in as many minutes."  Mick reported.  "This is
gonna be intense."

"That's my little brother."  Sean sighed.  "Got my start in all this
catching those two at it."

"I can see why you joined in."  Conrad sighed moving up behind Sean.

 "Looks like thing are about ready."  Tim said returning to the counter.
"I suppose we should move this to the basement now."

"Why?  The couches and carpet out here would be alot more comfortable."
Jerry nodded toward the area Tim had used as his counsel chambers all
evening.

"You sure.

"Yes I'm sure I'd rather not end up on a cold concrete floor."  Jerry
chuckled.

"Looks like something's drawing an audience," Tim noticed.

He and Jerry joined the small group at the performance area door.  They
were unable to see what held the groups attention.

"You ready to get this thing under way?"  Tim asked.

"Missed the starters gun cap'." Conrad reported.

"What's he sayin'?"  Jerry wondered.

"That right?  No matter, plenty of heats in this track meet."  Tim laughed.

He dragged Sean from the doorway making a space into which Jerry
immediately stepped.  Both the boys on the table had lost their shirts.
Josh's shorts were slowly working their way down his legs.  After watching
the incredible sight for some time, he realized he was sandwiched between
two high school jocks.  He turned his attention to them running his hands
over their muscled flanks and beginning an exploration of what was sure to
be textbook musculatures.

Justin and Danny were still on the stage.  Danny's attention was fixed on
the tall blond who was devouring his second boy on the table before him.
The sight cause him to throb visibly in his jeans.  Justin's mouth watered
watching Josh and thinking of Danny's perfect dick so near at hand.  He
reached out and made contact with Danny's bulge.  Danny jumped at the
contact.  His eyes scanned the room frantically as the gentle nudge turned
into an urgent caress.  Justin noticed his distress and led him from the
stage.  The audience at the front door still blocked that egress.  The
smoking room seemed a likely alternative.  As Justin opened the door to the
room, they could hear the sounds of pleasure.

Wayne was balanced over the back of a low backed upholstered chair.  Chris
stood behind him.  His smooth shapely ass driving to and fro as he fucked
viciously into the willing receptacle.  Wayne grunted his approval from
around Mark's cock.  Over his back the two studs were necking.  The sight
was enough to bring Danny as close as he had been prior to his last
encounter with the skater.

"What's your name?"  Danny asked the boy who had his hand.

"J ba...Justin.  May name is Justin."

"Hello Justin.  I'm Danny."

They smiled at the each other not really sure why.

Danny placed a hand on Justin's shoulder.  Justin seemed to stiffen beneath
his touch.

"Are you okay?"  Danny inquired.

"A little nervous."  Justin admitted.

"You're nervous?"  Danny exclaimed.  "I'm the virgin here."

"It's not usually like this."  Justin explained.  "Usually more like
before."

"Like before, you mean like when we met earlier tonight?"

"Yeah."

Danny scanned the room quickly.  He pulled a love seat from its place
against the wall and turned it away from the ménage a trois and toward the
door.  He pulled Justin down into the plush old couch and continued his
inquiry.

"And that's what you like?"  Danny asked not understanding.

"I've always felt...well safe, in control, when it was like that."

"But you don't get any attention, or pleasure, how can that be?"

"It makes me hot servicing another guy.  Watching him get there, knowing
I'm making him so excited, and well, I love cum."

"That's pretty evident."  Danny said running a finger over Justin's lips.
"You were doing other stuff with...Josh is it?"

"Yeah sometimes, not too often, when the other guy takes the lead, ya know,
is in charge, like Josh tonight, I do other stuff."  Justin said feeling
self conscious.

"Well I'm not sure I can be like that," Danny admitted.  "Think you can
show me some of the other things?"

"I can try," Justin offered, "but there are studs out there, guys that no
how to..."

"I don't want to be consumed."  Danny assured him.  "I want a thoughtful
teacher that's gentle and goes slow.  And I want it to be you, if you're
okay with that."

"Me, why me?"

"Because twice now you've been the fuse that's blown my world apart, and I
want to repay that debt.  Besides I don't think there's a better looking
guy in the place."  Danny cooed.

He brushed the hair from Justin's eyes and leaned slowly closer.  Their
lips brushed.  Justin's pop sweet breath and sex inspired aroma filled
Danny's senses.  He moved in again holding the kiss longer.  Justin was
slow in responding to the attention.  Danny's hands lingered on his
shoulders; then slowly enfolded him in an embrace.  His tongue gently
pressed between Justin's lips to find his teeth clenched behind them.  Not
dissuaded by the resistance he began nipping at those lips and slowly
kissing his way across the handsome boy's face.  It was no different than
any reluctant girl he had ever made out with and he employed those lessons
in his seduction.  Tender kisses, gentle explorations of the nape and ear,
sweeping caresses of the back caused Justin to melt slowly into the crux of
the sofa's arm and back.  He drew Danny with him accepting his weight, and
slowly exploring the man's back with his deft fingers.

As Danny lay upon him the difference between this and his repertoire of
sexual experience poked throbbing into his stomach.  He raised himself
slightly from the boy and lifted Justin's shirt over his head.  The expanse
of creamy flesh that came into view fired his imagination.  He ran his
guitar callused fingertips over the boy's skin.  He closed his eyes and
judged the feeling; warm satin over stone.  He opened his denim shirt and
pulled Justin to his chest.  His lips returned to the boy's neck as the
feel of skin on skin inspired his rising heat.  Justin's breath rattled in
his ear.  His hand sought Danny's groin, and found it hard, hot and damp.

"No," Danny demanded.  "not now, not yet, you first."

Justin shivered as the man swabbed his ear with a practiced tongue.  He
followed the line of Justin's collar onto the expanse of his chest.  The
flesh was smooth salty and warm.  Trembling Justin guided him to a nipple.
Danny nursed there until directed slowly across to its twin.  His fingers
twined with Danny's.  The act of holding the man's hand and the mutual
exchange of pleasure was unnerving.  Justin wasn't sure he'd ever been this
intimate with anyone, but the waves of pleasure that wracked his adolescent
frame smashed every roadblock his mind placed in their way.

He drew Danny's hand to his aching crotch.  Danny was absorbed in his oral
ministrations.  He didn't realize where his hand was until Justin pressed
it to the throbbing pole in his shorts.  After a momentary misgiving
Danny's fist closed around the stiff cotton clad dick.  He looked into
Justin's eyes and stroked the erect flesh through the layers that swathed
it.  He watched the boy's entire body quiver as he teased and stroked the
hardness beneath his fingers.  His own manhood quivered and leaked, and he
marveled at the power giving pleasure had over his libido.  Fumbling hands
struggled with Justin's belt and zipper.  The cock that slapped against the
boy's flat belly surprised him with its length and heat.  He paused looking
down at the pale meat and its pulsing blue veins.

"I'm going to suck a cock."  He said to himself.  The image it projected in
his mind made him balk.

"Please," Justin whispered.  His voice trembling with need.

Danny looked to the boy's face.  His eyes implored, his lips quivered.
Danny understood this as well, the desperate need he'd felt on the stairs
this evening; the very need that Justin had served so well.  He took hold
of the stiff meat that throbbed against the boy's belly and lifted it
skyward.  He wet his lips and experimentally swiped at the head with the
tip of his tongue.  The taste was similar to the rest of the boy's flesh,
but warmer, saltier, richer.  He pressed his lips to the arrow shaped knob,
closed his eyes and slowly allowed the hot hard flesh to penetrate his
lips.  The sensation was not unpleasant.  Slowly he worked at the pole that
pulsed against his tongue.  He employed all the best of his experiences,
licking, sucking, stroking the length.  He experimented with his tongue; on
the shaft, around the flaring glands, and over the fleshy sack draw up
beneath the boy's meat.

Justin expected that orgasm would be long in coming having so recently
discharged at Jerry's talented urging.  Yet Danny's attention was having a
profound effect that threatened to drive him back into the abyss.  He
attempted to forestall the event with all the tricks that had ever worked
for him, but Danny's technique, though untried, was becoming overwhelming.
Strangely enough it was for a reason that Justin understood all too well.
The man laboring on his distended tool was hungry, hungry to provide
pleasure for his partner.

The sensation grew.  Withholding the outcome no longer seemed prudent.
With a grunt he took hold of the back of his partners head, and gave in to
lust's demands.  His hips flailed.  The wet gurgling they produced from the
throat ready to accept his load multiplied the building need to ejaculate.
The first jolt rocked them both.  Sean began to gag and pulled back to
accept the second bolt of spunk in his mouth.  He nursed on Tim's wildly
pulsing cock holding the load in his mouth until he felt capable of
swallowing; then stroked the shaft to milk out the rest of the hot syrup.

Tim lay back on the couch aglow in sweat.  He grabbed Sean under the arms
and pulled him to his chest like one would pull up a favorite blanket.
Sean snuggled against the smooth slabs of the hunk's chest as the beefy
arms held him tight.  This was the feeling he'd longed for, safe and
content in Tim's arms.  His own need pulsed against the stud's thigh, but
he was in no hurry to find relief.

"Didn't tell me you could do that?"  Tim panted in his ear.

"Give head?"  Sean chuckled.  "No trick to suckin' on it."

"Aren't many stud's that enjoy it like you do, and that makes a
difference."  Tim assured him.

"Who wouldn't be hot to get of piece of you."  Sean sighed.  "So handsome,
well built."

There was a sudden change in Tim's demeanor.  At first Sean could feel it,
as Tim stiffened and grew distant.  The energy that flowed from him seemed
to dissipate.  Sean pushed himself to arms length but Tim avoided eye
contact.  He felt Sean's hardness drag across his hip and sought to grasp
the stiff column.

"C'mon stud," Tim urged a new timbre in his voice.  "Fuck me senseless with
that fat cock."

Sean wished to comply, but noting the sudden change in Tim paused.  He
stroked Tim's face gently turning it toward him.

"You want to fuck my face instead?"  Tim offered.

Sean could see something in his eyes, something strange yet familiar.  He
pondered the look, sifting it through the matrix of his own experience.
The one emotion this mask fit was fear.  Sean had known the feeling.
Before his father had left, before it was just the three of them.

Sean was eleven, Josh seven, the fights between his parents had become
violent.  The police had been called on several occasions.  Mom was working
that night.  There hadn't been much for dinner.  It was pancake week.  The
week at the end of the month when the food stamps were gone, and pancakes
and cheep hotdogs were all that was left in the cupboard and fridge.  Mom
had told him to save a plate for their father, but Josh had been hungry.
Dad came home drunk, he always came home drunk.  He roared and slammed
about the kitchen finding no beer and no dinner.  Josh was playing beneath
the dinning room table; usually a safe haven in these uncertain times.  On
the table above lay the plate strewn with the remnants of dinner and a
covering of plastic wrap that was labeled: Dad.  The sound of his father's
ranting and crash of heavy furniture drew Sean from his room.  The dining
room table lay on its side.  Josh had backed into the underside of the
upturned tabletop trying to avoid his father's grasping hand and swinging
fist.

Sean screamed and jumped on the man's back.  The beating he received as
recompense for saving his little brother had broken his nose, two ribs and
lost him a tooth.  The positive outcome was that Mom, had the brute
arrested, and they'd never saw him again.  Josh had night terrors until he
was nearly twelve; waking dreams that would send him running in the middle
of the night.  Sean learned to adapt his sleep patterns in response.
Staying up until Josh had fallen deeply asleep or intercepting him as he'd
bolt from bed.  He'd felt it necessary to assure Josh's safety and his
Mother's rest.  The outcome for Sean was lower grades and an aversion,
though slight, to eating.  She'd never learned of this, and Josh had no
memory of the events.

"Why are you frightened?"  Sean asked.

Tim looked at him wide eyed.

"I know what fear looks like.  I know what it feels like too."  He said
offering his arms.

Tim hugged him tight.  He shivered.  Sean remembered an afghan draped over
a nearby chair and covered them with it despite the warmth of the room.

"Nothing and no one's going to harm you."  Sean said stroking his hair.
"If you're not comfortable we can leave."

"I'm...okay."

"You're not, and this isn't the first time I've seen this happen to you."
Sean said.  "If we're going to be...friends, you need to trust me, you need
to tell me, so I can avoid making you feel this way."

Tim's eyes reminded him so much of little Josh, he had to shake the image
from his head in order to exorcize the ghosts of his past.

"Did you drive?"  Sean asked.

"No Con drove us."  Tim said sounding a stronger.

"Get dressed."  Sean ordered.

He found Al around the corner.  Tongue buried in the rump of a league
leading running back.  Mickey in turn was busily plowing Jerry hard and
fast.  Jerry was laid atop a table with his legs draped over Mickey's
shoulders.  His face was hidden beneath Conrad's squatting ass.

"Al....Al where are you keys?"  Sean asked.

Al indicated a nearby pile of assorted clothing barely emerging from
between Mickey's muscled mounds.  Sean found the familiar ring snapped to
the belt hook of Al's jeans.

"Thought I was getting ready for a ride from you?"  Conrad panted from his
obscene perch.

"It'll happen, just not tonight."  Sean explained.  "I'm going to get Tim
out of here.  He's acting like he did the other night, and I don't think
any of this is doing him any good."

Conrad and Mickey became alert like praetorians being informed of their
emperor's need.  It was comic and endearing to see the two boys deep in
their heat, suddenly wrench themselves to attention.

"I don't think it's a problem, but I'm taking him to my house.  Al can show
you where if you want to come by later, or he can catch a ride with Josh
when they head out."  Sean reasoned.

"The back door," came a muffled direction.

"What?"  Sean asked wondering who had spoken.

"Use the back door," Jerry said more clearly having extricated himself from
Conrad's butt.  "It'll lock behind you."

"Got it."  Sean assured the man.

He retrieved Tim and headed out into the performance area.

Derrick was face down against a round table.  His legs were too short to
reach the floor from his perch.  Josh stood behind him hammering his
upturned ass with a steady rhythm.

"C'mon Josh," Derrick ranted, "thought you were a good fuck."

Josh growled and reared back.  Slowly he drew the length of his monumental
endowment from Derrick's ass.  Tim stopped and watched the two of them.
When the sphincter caught under his flared head and was drawn outward he
slammed forward into the boy.  The effort caused both of them to grunt and
the table to skitter noisily across the floor.  The table's movement made
Josh's outward stroke unnecessary.  Taking a half step he jammed inward
again.  As he repeated the process they made slow progress across the room
until the table was wedged into a corner.  Feeling the table come to its
berth, Josh increased his tempo without diminishing the power of his
thrusts.

Derrick cried out as Josh's length pummeled his gut.  He came for the
second time.  His first deposit had been in Josh's mouth.  The second was
sandwiched between him and the tabletop.  His gut tightened around Josh
with each spasm.  Josh slowed his pace and eased his punishing intensity.
With a slurping pop he pulled free of the sopping hole and rolled Derrick
to his back.  He pulled the boy to the edge of the table and fitted himself
to the gaping orifice.  With a slow determined push he slid in.  Derrick
legs locked around his waist.  Josh leaned forward and rested his weight
against Derrick's body.  He kissed Derrick deeply and slid his arms under
Derrick's legs.  He hooked his arms beneath Derrick's knees and drew them
up until he could grasp the boy's backside.

"Hold my shoulders," Josh instructed and hefted Derrick from the tabletop
once he had a firm grasp.

Josh shivered and Derrick moaned as the cock in his ass slithered deeper
propelled by Derrick's body weight.  Josh stepped to the wall and rested
Derrick against it.  His weight was pinioned between Josh's frame and wall.
Josh cock was firmly in his ass.  Josh grunted hefting Derrick upward and
finding the proper elevation and angle began to fuck once more.

"Say it."  Josh demanded fucking the boy deep and hard.

Derrick panted and trembled violently at the renewed stimulation in his
anus.

Say it," Josh growled as he pinned Derrick to the wall and ground hard on
his exposed tail.

"You're a good fuck, a hot fuck, the best fuck," Derrick raved feeling the
sensation of orgasm return sans the emission.

Josh hammered into him a dozen times reducing him to a drooling raving
mania.

"That's not what I want to hear."  He whispered in Derrick's ear.  "Please,
please tell me."

Derrick clung to Josh's neck.  He wracked his fevered brain for what Josh
wanted to hear.  He could feel him begin to tremble as his muscles tired
and his body strained.  The tremors spurred his memory.

"I love you," Derrick avowed.  "With all my heart, I love you Josh."

The words were like a trigger.  Derrick could feel the rockets of hot spunk
bursting in his gut.  Josh's mouth clamped shut over his, he sucked the
breath from Derrick's lungs.  They shared the breath and lost in erotic
bliss until they lay panting in a sweat sodden heap on the floor.

Sean looked evocatively at Tim, who in turn was still staring at the steamy
heap of boys puddled on the floor.

"I'm fucking the wrong brother."  Tim teased with one eye on Sean's
reaction.

"You bitch."  Sean said shoving him.

Tim chuckled and took possession of Sean bodily.  With little effort he
heaved him over a shoulder and started toward the door.

"Where you headed?"  Josh croaked slowly arising from the ashes of his
passion.

"I'm taking him home."  Sean called as they moved toward the back
door. "Tim's feeling a little off."

"You're taking him?"  Derrick mused watching Sean be carried off.

The back door shut firmly in place behind them.

"Wonder what he's like when he feels okay?"  Josh chuckled.

A rhythmic grunting issued from the open door of the smoking room.  Josh
crawled across the floor to determine its source.  Danny sat, long legs
stretched out before him, with J boi riding in this lap.  He clung
tenaciously to the man's shoulders and propelled himself up and down what
seemed a respectable length of hard cock.  The grunts issued from both of
them, and blended into a single expression of bestial delight.

"Gonna go, gonna go real soon J."  Danny panted.

"Almost there, c'mon, do it for me, make me go too."  Justin wheezed in
response.

Danny gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold off the inevitable.
Justin ground down on the dick in his ass searching for the perfect
combination of moves that would finish him.  Pressing down and in as he
clenched provided the perfect stimulus.  A dozen such cycles had him at the
brink.

"Breed me.  Fill my ass noooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww."  he wailed.

Their combined effort nearly upset the love seat.  As their moment passed a
shrill high pitch pierced the rooms.

"Testing, testing 1, 2.  Is this thing on."  Josh said in his best Bill
Murray impression.  "Who's here from Jersey.  Okay Okay, anyone interested
in the 2 am group grope and pizza party please make your way to the front
area of the coffee house."

As Jerry appeared at the door to the performance area his anger melted
away. Josh smiled goofily from the stage wearing nothing but socks and
sneakers, and five equally naked souls stumbled from the smoking room.

"Hold on," Conrad said as the group congregated and Jerry rolled out a cart
of cookies and drinks for their refreshment.  "With the guitarist its
thirteen."

"Name's Danny."  he said sipping a hot cocoa.

"Lucky thirteen," Justin said munching happily on a cookie.