Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2008 14:56:36 -0500
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 7

If you're too young to be reading this please don't.  If you're sexually
active practice safe sex

Sorry if the last chapter disappointed.  I think you'll enjoy what's
coming.  This may be the last chapter...it depends on well...you among
other things.  Thanks for reading and all the feedback and commentary.  If
you have comments or critique feel free to write to sandjlikeboyz@live.com

Now back to the story...

It had been a near perfect day and Sean felt tired as Alan pulled into the
gravel drive leading up to the house.

"You're Mom's home."  Alan said noticing the car.

Sean nodded and they offloaded the gear and dragged it back inside.

"Hey honey!  You guys have a good day at the beach?"

"Yeah, perfect day."  Sean admitted.

"Do I smell chow?" Alan wondered peaking into the kitchen.

"Yes Al, dinner will be on in five minutes then I've got to get out the
door."

"I wasn't inviting myself Mrs. McDermott."  Al said apologetically.

"Shut up and grab the dishes Al."  Sean laughed.

Sean showered and before they sat to dinner. He ate sparingly.  Al attacked
dinner with his usual gusto.

"I'll be done around eleven so I'll swing by and pick up Josh and Derrick."
Mrs. McDermott said grabbing her purse and keys.

Sean was washing the dishes when Al snuck up behind him and grabbed his
ass.

"What you have in mind?"  Sean said turning to face him.

Al blushed deeply.

"What?  What could bring on that reaction after the stuff we've done?"
Sean wondered.

"You're gonna think I'm such a fag."  Al assured him.

"All you have to do is ask."  Sean said intoning the magic words Josh and
Derrick had taught him.

"Can we...never mind."

"Now I gotta know.  You wanna fuck me?  Is that it?"

"Can't say I haven't dreamt of it, but that's not what I had in mind."

"Then what Al?  You're my best friend. Worst thing that can happen is I'd
say no, and considering what's gone on this past week, that's a very
unlikely response."

"Alright, alright, could we make out?"

"You are such a fag!"  Sean whined in a perfect imitation of his little
brother Josh.

"Ya see.  I told ya. Told ya you'd..."

Sean pulled Al close and planted his best kiss square on his lips.  Al
stood frozen; so shocked that Sean couldn't snake his tongue into Al's
mouth. He backed Al into the living room doorway hugging him tight and
grinding into his hip as he sucked and bit Al's unyielding lips.  He and
Ruthie had learned a number of things in the month they'd experimented
together.  How to neck was definitely one of those things.

"You didn't think I'd want to kiss you."  Sean whispered into Al's ear
before biting the earlobe and then Al's neck.  "You didn't think I'd gladly
swap some spit with my best friend after swallowing his sperm and breeding
his hot ass.  Just because Josh thinks kissing is gay, doesn't mean I do."

He licked his way across Al's jaw and kissed him again.  This time Al was
ready.  Their mouths parted, and tongues dueled.  Al's body quivered as
Sean sucked his tongue and drew the breath from Al's lungs.  They stumbled
from the kitchen into the living room, and fell to the couch.  Their bodies
writhed, teeth clicked, hands explored lip to lip, crotch to crotch,
grinding and moaning. Rolling to the floor, Sean's legs came up the clutch
at Al's waist.  Sean clamped his mouth the soft flesh that joined Alan's
neck and collar bone.  He sucked their voraciously marking the boy as his.
He reached between them and unsnapped Al's jeans.  In turn Al stripped the
cargo shorts and boxer from Sean's muscled legs.  Al's dick was awash in
lust.  Sean guided it to his hole.  He locked his legs around Al waist and
grabbed hold of his muscled ass.

"I want it."  Sean moaned in his ear. "C'mon Al that magic tongue turned it
from asshole to pussy, now fuck me."  Al smothered Sean's lips with his own
as his hips pushed ever so gently forward.  The head popped past the anal
knot and Al moaned into Sean's mouth.  He pressed ahead carefully and
tenderly kissed Sean's cheek and brow.  Then he began a gentle rocking
rhythm.  Sean swung his hips and clenched his hole with each of Al's
thrusts.

"C'mon stud. Make me your boy."

Al's entire body shook.  His breath came in such heaving gasps he could no
longer kiss Sean. He clenched desperately at Sean's hips and focused on
maintaining his steady thrusting.

"You're makin' me so hot." Sean groaned in his ear. "Don't make me beg.
C'mon big Al fuck me."

Sean was rising to meet each thrust; using his interlocked legs to pull Al
deeper and his sultry voice to inspire their building lust.

Al cried out and his body stiffened.  Wave after wave of orgasm crashed
over his frame.  Sean rode the pulsing cock spewing in his gut; milking it
with his ass till Al grew quiet.

Slowly Al raised himself on his extended arms.  Sweat dripped from his
features.

"That something like what you were hoping for?"  Sean smiled.

Al smiled back and kissed him once more deep and long.  Then seeing the
time gave a groan and pushed himself to his feet.

"I've gotta roll," he said straightening his clothes as he made for the
door."Promised Mom I'd be in early tonight."

As he stumbled out the door a car entered the drive.  A man stepped out and
headed toward the house.  They passed each other and Al stopped to look
after the familiar figure.

"Uncle Bradley?"

"Wha...huh?  Alan how are you?"  Brad said recognizing his nephew.

"Doing great. You working tonight?"  Alan wondered noticing the cablevision
logo on his shirt.

"Sure am.  You know the folks here?"

"Oh yeah, my buddy Sean."

"Really?"  Brad said nervously turning away from his nephew.

Sean stretched out on the floor as Alan departed.  As he pulled on his
boxers and shorts he noticed something glinting from beneath the skirts of
the couch.  A quick exploration revealed the cable guy's name tag.  He got
to his feet wondering what to do with it, when he noticed Al talking to
someone in the driveway.

"Hey I gotta scoot, but I'll see you this weekend right?"  Alan asked
getting in the truck.

"Wouldn't miss your graduation party, see ya."

Alan started the truck as he watched his Uncle ring the doorbell and be
ushered in. The tumblers slowly clicked into place and Alan stared at the
house in disbelief.  The cable guy, the Brad that had nearly chewed off
Sean's cutoffs...

"Looking for this?"  Sean said producing the name tag.

"Oh yes."  Brad said accepting the name plate with relief.

"No need to be worried."  Sean assured him taking a perch on the arm of the
chair. "Worst possible scenario, was I'd throw it away."

"You home alone?"  Brad wondered as his eyes ran over Sean's scantily clad
body.

"Offering another service deal Brad?"

"If you're in the mood?"

Sean chuckled considering if he should.

"That's strange.  Why is Al still here?"  Sean said noticing Al's truck
over Brad's shoulder.

"Still here."  Brad said turning to the window. "My nephew is still here!"

"Nephew?"

"Yeah, Mom's younger brother."  Alan said from the kitchen doorway.

Brad turned deathly white.  Sean nearly laughed.  Alan looked amused.

"Relax Brad." Sean said settling back to the arm of the chair.

"No really Uncle Brad, Sean's right, you should relax."  Alan said
unbuttoning his shirt.

"You're my nephew."

"You don't like it?" Al asked running a hand over his tight torso.

Brad gasped and Sean chuckled.

His gaze passed quickly between the two boys.

"Sean tells me you suck some mean dick." Alan said cupping his basket.

"I don't know what..."

"Yeah ya do.  You swallowed that fat hog between Sean's legs, and then you
let a sixteen year old suck you off."

"I didn't know." Brad protested.

"Doesn't matter." Alan said unbuckling his belt.  "I don't mind.  I've done
the same thing."

"You did what?  What will your mom..."

"She won't think a thing, cause you're not going to tell her are you Brad?"
Sean said moving to Brad's side and pressing his crotch into Brad's face.
Brad fought momentarily but Sean's strong grasp and muscled thighs mastered
every attempt Brad made to elude him.  The scent of the boy and the package
being mashed in his face brought him to an instant erection.  His hands
came up to claim Sean's bubble butt as he surrendered to the temptation so
wantonly offered.  He buried himself in the boys groin trying to devour
Sean through the material of his shorts.

Alan shed the remainder of his clothing and stood beside Sean watching for
a moment.  Sean noticed and pressed Brad's head toward his nephew's hard
cock.  Brad hesitated.  He was breathing hard and his gaze jumped from boy
to boy, crotch to crotch, eye to eye.

"You know you wanna."  Sean taunted.

Al squeezed the shaft of his meat till the head darkened and throbbed.
Sean knelt beside the couch and kissed Al's balls.  He looked Brad in the
eye and smiled, before turning back to Al and engulfing his best friend's
hard cock.  Al nearly lost his balance as Sean's tongue slithered beneath
his erect tool.  He grabbed Sean's head for balance and pressed himself
deep into the voraciously sucking mouth.  Sean withdrew, kissed the head of
Al's dripping dick and used his tongue to mine momentarily at the slit for
more of the boy's nectar.

"Tell me you don't want some?"  Sean said turning to Brad as he gripped
Alan's steely member.

Sweat dripped from Brad's brow.

Sean turned his friend to expose his sleek muscled ass.  He stood and
lowered his shorts to reveal his fat throbbing cock.  Brad reached out to
claim it and Sean slapped his hand away.  Then parting Alan's cheeks; moved
his erection between them.  He arched his back and pressed Alan's mounds
together around his aching cock.  Alan's sweat and Sean's leakage were more
than enough to lubricate the cleft.  Their moans filled the room as Sean
worked up and down his best friends crack with the thick pole.

"Could be all yours Brad." Sean said his voice aquiver. "Could be your man
meat in this hot ass."

There was a stain already showing in the man's jeans.  He turned Al toward
his uncle. The shaft of Al's cock glistened in oozing lust.  Sean reached
around his friend and stroked the stiff rod.  With sticky fingers he
reached out and glossed Brad's lips with his nephew's precum.  Brad
captured one of Sean's fingers in his mouth.  He closed his eyes and
savored the taste as he cleaned the digit of the dripping goo then sought
another.  Sean smiled and used the man's hunger to lead him toward Alan's
straining member.  Alan quaked as the transfer was accomplished.  Sean
stepped back and watched as Brad's inhibitions collapsed and he serviced
his nephew.

"You fuckin' tease." Al complained as Sean pulled up his shorts.

"I gotta get back to town."  Sean explained.  "Can I use your truck?"

"Keys are in my jeans."  Al groaned

"Mom'll be on the way home by eleven...ya know eleven."  Sean said slapping
Alan's ass to get his attention.

"Yeah...Oh your mom yeah okay, eleven."  Alan said momentarily refocusing.

"I'll swing by your place later to drop the truck off."  Sean said not sure
they understood as Alan was once again approaching the throws of passion.

The evening was cooling as the sun set.  Sean headed back into town, but
was still unsure if he wanted to accept Tim's invitation.  He cruised
through the park eyeing the restrooms.  He swung by the grocery store and
spied Josh collecting carts in the parking lot.  There was a light burning
at the field house and several cars parked in various nearby locations.
Sean parked the truck behind the bleachers at the baseball diamond.  He
crossed the soccer pitch.  As he approached the field house he could see an
open door at one end of the facility.  He slipped out of his sandals and
padded softly into the building.  A groan drew his attention.

"Again," sounded a demanding voice.

The concrete hall echoed with a metallic clang and a soft groan.

"Two more."

"Can't"

"You better not, you better not put those damn things down."

Sean peered around the corner.  The room was filled with weight training
apparatus.  A young man lay half reclined on one of the benches; a sizeable
dumbbell in each hand as he did flies.  Tim straddled the bench sitting in
his lap.

"Please, please I gotta nut Tim."

"Two more."  Tim demanded slapping the young stud's right pec sharply.

The stud strained and pulled the two weights together over his chest with a
clang; then slowly brought them back to his sides.  His hair was matted
flat with dripping sweat.  The soggy ringlets framed a handsome face
strained with sexual and physical determination.  What must have been
blonde hair looked nearly khaki in the torrents of sweat and the dim
lighting.

Tim took one of the boy's nipples between his thumb and forefinger and
twisted.

"One more."  Tim whispered repeating the action and making the stud groan
deep and low.  "One more rep and I'll let you cum."

The young man roared and brought the weights together with a clang.  As he
did Tim's ass came to life.  Tim's eye's fluttered and his body flushed.
He set his jaw in a determined grimace and rotated his hips in slow
grinding circles.

The lifter's body strained, arching against the bench, and lifting Tim to
tip toe as he straddled the bench.  Tim groaned deep and long as the cock
in his ass pinioned him in mid air.  The spasms reoccurred at irregular
intervals and seemed to last beyond the limits of reason.  Each like the
first caused the athlete's body to arc upward from the bench. Each
propelled Tim to his toes and beyond as his ass was impaled.  They faded
slowly, becoming less pronounced, and less violent, until the boy whimpered
and grunted as Tim continued to grind his hips.  Sean reached into his
cargo shorts and fisted his cotton clad erection only to find the front of
his boxer saturated with precum.

"Might as well loose em."  Tim said acknowledging Sean's presence.

"Thought I was invisible."  Sean chuckled.

"Nah, can't miss a pretty boy like you." Tim said dismounting from the
bench.

He strode to Sean's side and stooped as he lowered Sean's shorts and
saturated boxers in a single practiced move.

"I'm happy you decided to accept my invite."  Tim said inhaling deeply and
sampling Sean's musk.

Tim threw the boxers to the boy on the bench who considered them
thoughtfully before bring them to his mouth.  Sean's balls lurched at the
sight.  He realized that despite the highly charged day, and the sexual
encounters he'd been a part of, he'd yet to cum today.

"Waddya think Conrad?" Tim said nodding toward Sean.

"Hot," the boy admitted, "gonna make you happy with what he's packin'."

"Could be."  Tim admitted.  "Where's Mickey?"

"Here," said a disembodied voice.

From the darkness at the end of the room emerged a dark haired boy that
might have doubled for Michelangelo's David, being just as defined and just
as naked. His eyes raked over Sean's body with an almost perceptible touch.

"What you into?"  Mickey wondered wandering to Sean's side and ogling his
ass.

"Into?" Sean wondered.

"Sexually?"  Tim explained.

"I think I'm bi." Sean offered.

"Ain't no girls in here."  Conrad chuckled.

"I wouldn't think..." Sean began.

"Top or bottom?"  Mickey asked running a hand over Sean's flank.

"What?"  Sean was becoming confused and somewhat intimidated.

"Easy there, easy." Tim said leaning back against the wall.  "No need to
make our guest uncomfortable.  You two go play for a bit."

"And you get first crack at the fresh meat?"  Conrad jeered.

"Think I might have a say in who gets a crack at what."  Sean asserted.

"He's a top." Mickey smiled walking back into the shadow.

Conrad rose from the bench and followed still in possession of Sean's
boxers.

"Sorry about that. Male egos can be very tender when on such obvious
display.  And you have so much displayed."  Tim said nodding to Sean's
erection.

"Like anyone had control over what they got."  Sean quipped.

"So, do you like to fuck, or be fucked?"  Tim asked point blank.

"Done both." Sean admitted. "Depends on the mood I suppose."

"So you're versatile, get it?  Top, bottom, versatile."

"Ohhhhhh."

"Yeah, I suppose oral is okay as well?"

"Oral sex, like sucking cock?  Actually like both getting and giving that."

"Cool.  Ever get your ass eaten?"  Tim asked moving closer.

"Oh yeah, makes me go wild.  I've done some of that too, it's okay."

"Certainly an acquired taste." Tim laughed.

"I'll say."

"What about intimacy?  How do you feel about that?" Tim said stroking
Sean's shoulder.

"How much more intimate can we get?" Sean wondered.

"There's a big difference between banging some bottom boy's ass and making
out with a lover."  Tim explained.

"I've never been in love."  Sean admitted. "But I understand what you mean.
I've done both, real raw full on let's get our nut sex, and a more
passionate and tender kind of sex."

"My my." Tim sighed.  "This is gonna be fun."

"I hope so."  Sean smiled touching Tim's chest.

"Into anything kinky?"

"Define kink."

"A feather is erotic.  Kinky is the whole chicken."

They both laughed.

"No animals," Sean said.

"No, no animals.  How about pain?"

"Pain?"

"Yeah, ya know.  A little S & M or maybe some getting tied up.  Seems like
you were into watching it just a little while ago."  Tim said nodding to
the bench.

"That was pretty hot."  Sean admitted, "But I've never done anything like
that before, well, perhaps, like some domination, but not like you were
doing."

"One last question."  Tim said twisting Sean's nipple for effect.

"Yuh."  Sean said exhaling sharply as his aching cock throbbed anew at the
stimulation.

"Do you like to kiss?"  Tim whispered in his ear.

Sean turned to him and kissed him tenderly on the lips, then opening his
mouth to accept the tongue Tim offered. They caressed and made out leaning
against the wall for some time.  Then Tim reached down and stroked Sean's
slick cock.

"I'm too close."  Sean warned.

"Don't wanna cum?"  Tim offered.

"I guess."  Sean panted.  "Been building all day, just haven't had the big
release."

"Teasin' the dragon are we." Tim chuckled.

"What?"

"Had sex, or been teasin' it all day without lettin' it go.  We call it
teasin' the dragon."  Tim explained.  "So you wanna end the drought, or
keep buildin' the storm?"

"I'm so ready."  Sean groaned.

"How you wanna cum: lips, hips or fingertips?"  Tim asked grinding Sean's
slick cock head with his thumb.

"Wrap those pretty jock lips around my fat cock and suck me off."  Sean
commanded.

"Told ya so," came a voice from the darkness.

Tim pulled Sean toward the bench Conrad had recently occupied and sat down.
Sean swung his hips and slapped his dripping dick into Tim's face.  Tim
opened his mouth trying the capture the swinging dick.

"Can you take it?  It's a big fat dick.  Can you take it all?" Sean
challenged punctuating each statement by slapping Tim's handsome face with
his dripping cock.

He grabbed his erect pole and smeared the shaft and head across Tim's face.
Tim moaned and tried to capture the oozing head, only be disappointed as
Sean leaned in and licked his own precum from Tim's face.

"You said I looked good enough to eat."  Sean taunted.  "So stop teasin' me
and eat me!"  Tim opened his mouth wide in offer.  Sean used both hands and
stroked up a long string of hot syrup and let it drip onto Tim's tongue.
Taking hold of Tim's ears Sean plunged his fat cock into the gaping mouth.
His abdomen mashed Tim's nose flat, and his balls slapped hard against
Tim's chin.  He pulled free of Tim's mouth just as fast leaving the
football stud watery eyed and trying to restrain his gag reflex.

"Tell me what you want?"  Sean demanded.

Tim reached for his cock, and Sean slapped his hand away viciously.

Tim's eyes dropped to the floor.  His broad shoulders drooped.

"Tell me!"

"I want you to use me."  Tim whispered.  "Use me any way you want.  I'm
just a fag...and..I want..to please you."

Sean was stunned.  To this point everything had been a game.  Josh's
dominance, Al's hunger, Derrick's thoughtfulness, all had been hot sexy
games to make the one another's blood boil.  But something in Tim's
demeanor, his posture, his voice, all belied the brutal truth of his
admission.  The thought burrowed into Sean's mind, body and heart.  He
ached for the young man's want; for the vulnerability laid bare, the
submissive nature of his need, and the lack of self worth it exposed.

He lifted Tim's chin.  Tears coursed down his cheeks.  Sean licked the
tears away.  Tim looked to him unsure.  Sean kissed him, a chaste and
pristine kiss lip to lip, then smiled.  He stepped over the bench and lay
back against the inclined section and held out his arms.  Tim looked
uncertain, but Sean smiled and nodded; beckoning him closer.  He moved
tentatively, settling slowly against Sean.  Sean folded him in his embrace.

"Never gonna make you do anything you don't want."  Sean whispered
remembering Josh's first rule, then continued with the promise.  "All you
ever have to do is ask for what you need."

Tim trembled in his grasp.  Over Tim's shoulder Sean could see two unmoving
forms watching from the shadows.  Tim's muscled form nearly hid Sean.  He
held tightly to Sean's thin torso and sobbed gently into his shoulder.
Sean found himself rocking him gently.  The combination of the movement and
Tim's breathe ground Sean's hard slick cock against the smooth skinned
ridges of Tim's abs.

Tim slowly regained his composure. As he did he could feel the hardness of
Sean's cock and slick trail it was making on his belly.  He looked into
Sean's eyes and smiled to see the lust growing there.  Gently he kissed his
was along Sean's face and neck.  Sean found it rather strange as he
pondered the process.  Only Al had spent time pleasuring him in this way.
In the week since he'd walked in on Josh and Derrick sex had been available
nearly constantly.  Every encounter had been a desperate and determined
effort to achieve orgasm.  This was different and in a profound way.  Sean
relaxed into the bench and allowed Tim the time and space necessary to
pleasure and explore.

His nipples grew tender and his tension grew as Tim nursed on them.  Tim
traced each line of Sean's sleek torso, counted each rib with his tongue,
and memorized the tight curl of Sean's navel as he drank the pool of
leakage that collected there.  He gently moved Sean's visibly pulsing
member aside and took both his balls into his mouth.  Sean's hands groped
and wandered, massaging Tim's head and shoulders, attempting to direct his
travels.  As Tim took the balls in his mouth, Sean reached for his own
cock.  Tim stopped him, gently interlacing his fingers in Sean's and
guiding his hands to the steel frame of the bench.

"Do you need to cum?"  Tim asked kissing the sweat for Sean's brow.

"Soon," Sean whispered breath aquiver with the electric tension coursing
through his body.

Once more Tim cleaned the puddle forming on Sean's abs, savoring the silky
texture and rich flavor of this hot boy.  He reclaimed Sean's balls and
drew them down gently till they once more hung loose against the bench.
Then he lifted Sean's erection so that it stood at a right angle to his
quivering belly.  He measured it against his hand.  It was longer and
thicker than his own equipment.  He gently circled the base with his thumb
and forefinger to find his grasp barely long enough to gird the
circumference.  His free hand weighed Sean's balls and delved beneath them.
The leakage and sweat from their activity had drained into the crevices of
Sean's groin and ass.  The track was slick and Tim's fingers found the warm
and mysterious passages inviting.  Sean hitched up as Tim's fingertips
found his pucker.  Tim marveled as the cock he held swelled and leaked anew
glazing the head and shaft. Tim pushed gently at the aperture.  It
resisted.  Tim stiffened his finger and rotated the tip seeking the center
of the convolution.  Sean quaked and his breathe turned ragged as the digit
slowly entered him.  Gently Tim moved deeper trying to gauge Sean's
imminent eruption.  The fat cock he held echoed Sean's racing heartbeat
clearly, and the lustful leakage was slowly coating Tim's hand.  Tim
reached his goal.  His finger tenderly caressed the swollen lump he found
in the passage at the base of Sean's cock.  He opened his mouth wide and
slowly engulfing the boy's swollen pride.  Carefully he descended; trying
not to actually touch Sean's flesh with his mouth till the glands reached
the narrowing passage at the back of his mouth.  When he felt the head
nudge his palate, he gently closed his mouth around the thick dick and
breathed slowly through his nose.  Tim flattened his tongue against the
underside of Sean's cock pressing gently into the swollen tube through
which his prize would rise. His taste buds were already awash with Sean's
leakage, but he craved a meal, not a snack.  With a determined grunt he
pressed himself firmly downward and swallowed hard.  Sean gasped and his
hips bucked involuntarily.  Tim's released his thumb and forefinger.  His
nose mashed flat against Sean's heaving belly.  The finger buried in Sean's
ass ground hard into his prostate, as Tim's head began to rise and fall on
the length of Sean's meat.  As he rose his tongue danced and swirled.  As
he descended it pressed hard into the underside of the pulsing monster.
Sean's gasped and moaned.  His balls drew quickly up.  His hips rose and he
delivered a flood of cum.  Tim choked and coughed, but continued pumping up
and down the spasming tool.  Both boys marveled at the duration and
quantity of the discharge.  Six, eight, ten surges were followed by a river
of continuously flowing spunk.  The echo of Sean's cries died away in the
concrete facility.  Tim made one last pass, sucking out the latent remains
of the discharge and cleaning the length of the slowly deflating tool.  He
rose from his feast.  Cum streaked his handsome features.  He licked his
lips and smiled at Sean.

"Any good?" Tim wondered licking his fingers.

Sean was coated in sweat and shivered violently.  Tim pulled him up off the
bench and into his arms.  He rubbed Sean's arms and back briskly.

"Mickey, Conrad" he thundered.

Mickey seemed to appear at their side.

"Get him under some warm water." Tim ordered.  "Conrad grab some clean
towels."

Sean barely touched the ground as Mickey whisked him to the shower.  The
hot water cascaded over them as Mickey continued the therapy; holding and
massaging Sean as the tremors ebbed.  Once Sean relaxed beneath the
steaming spray Mickey released him.  Then with a reverence Sean had never
experienced he began soaping his body.

"I can do it."  Sean said reaching for the sponge.

"I don't mind helping."  Mickey smiled.  "Especially after what you just
did for the QB."

"Did for who?"

"Tim, our quarterback, our captain."  Mickey said rising to scrub Sean's
back.

"I didn't do anything..."

"Yeah you did."  Mickey interrupted.  "People see the jock.  The leader.
The guy in charge.  They don't know about the guy you saw tonight."

"But..."

"No you saw him, and when you did instead of taking advantage and tearing
him down, you built him up."  Mickey stood behind Sean and wrapped him in a
warm embrace.  They stood quietly like that for a long while.  The warm
spray and clouds of steam enveloped them.  Sean could feel Mickey's hard
form pressed into him, yet it wasn't really just sexual.  The combination
of events and the arms encircling him made him feel warm, safe and
contented.

"You two gonna moon in there all night?" Conrad asked from behind them.

"Can't blame a guy for wanting to hold a hottie like this one."  Mickey
said slapping Sean's ass as he released him.

"No ya can't." Conrad admitted handing them towels.

"Were're my clothes?"  Sean wondered.

"You don't think festivities are over do ya?" Conrad asked.

"I didn't...well, know."  Sean stuttered to silence.

"Shit no."  Conrad grinned.  "Just cause someone's gone and pumped out your
puddin' doesn't mean you can't play some more...does it?"  Mickey rolled
his eyes and began to towel his hair.

"Sides, you gagged him, and that's no small feat."  Conrad continued.
"Your stuff is on that bench there with the towels.  We just started
fillin' the whirlpools if you're interested."

"Sounds great."  Sean agreed.  "Be right with ya."

Sean headed into a toilet stall on the far side of the room for a much
needed pit stop.  Conrad went in search of some Epsom salts, as Mickey
joined Tim in preparing the whirlpools.

"You okay."  Mickey said kneading Tim's broad shoulders.

"Doin' fine buddy."

"Sean's a pretty hot."  Mickey admitted.

"Not what you'd expect in a pretty boy."  Tim admitted.  "Ya see that twink
bod that hot ass and that freckled face, and then the monster rears up and
takes control."

"Monster aye," Mickey said continuing to relieve Tim's tension.  "It's a
big one."

"Not that," Tim whispered.

"He wasn't like that now was he?"  Mickey said.  "He was all boy, and hot
for my favorite stud to service him."

"Ya think?"

"I know.  I watched."

Mickey ran a strong hand down Tim's arm, then traced across his rippled
stomach and cupped the slabs into which his chest was divided.

"I never get tired of this body."  Mickey admitted pinching Tim's nipples.
"Or the beautiful boy that lives in it."

Tim blushed and turned to face him.

"Ya mean that?"  He asked obviously uncertain of himself.

Mickey kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I'm not sure what happened to you.  I wish I'd been there, to know you, to
help you, when it happened; but I wasn't.  I'm here now, and you're not a
helpless little boy any more.  You heard Sean?  You don't have to do
anything you don't want to.  No one can make you, not unless you let them."

"It was never about being made to do it."  Tim admitted no longer wishing
to meet Mickey's eyes.

"Are you ashamed of who you are?"  Mickey asked lifting Tim's chin.

"Who the fuck is he?" responded a voice from behind them.

Mickey was instantly on the defensive.  Tim looked frightened as the figure
emerged from the darkness at the end of the room.

"Aren't you two a fucking pretty picture!"  sneered the broad shouldered
boy.

"What the fuck Bill!"  Mickey challenged.

"You tell me Mick.  I a few cars, the place is open.  I'm thinkin'
somebody's liftin' maybe I can join `em, and I find the quarterback and his
star running back naked and makin' out in the middle of the field house."

"Look Bill..." Tim began.

"Look nothin' faggot.  I know what I'm lookin' at, and maybe coach should
know what's goin' on here as well?"  Bill threatened.  Sean heard a raised
voice.  Unlike that he heard earlier it bore a note of anger, and he peered
through gap of the stall partition in an attempt to see what was happening.

"What would that do Bill?  Ruin the season of your senior year if we get
dropped."  Mickey reasoned.  "Cut your chances of getting a shot as a
scholarship at a great school."

From his vantage point Sean could just see through the doorway into the
adjacent room where the whirlpools were located.  A figured filled the door
and Sean knew he had recently arrived, for he was still clothed.  The tile
and concrete of the facility made for terrible acoustics and it was
difficult to make out exactly what was being said.

 "Always were smart weren't ya Mick?" Bill pondered.  "But maybe you fags
can earn my silence.  `Sides coach ain't the only one that'd be interested,
your folks, your friends..."

"What you have in mind Bill?"  Tim asked not looking up.

"No damn way."  Mickey yelled jumping between them.

"Whatcha gonna do about it pretty boy?"  Bill said shoving Mickey
ferociously into the doorway. "You think you can take me?  Do ya?  Or are
ya just gonna get that pretty face busted?"

The clothed boy was approximately the same height as Mickey, but bore a
broader torso and a heavier musculature.  With seeming little effort he
held Mickey off his feet as he roared at him. Between the anger in their
voices and the action Sean witnessed he understood what was happening.
"It's okay Mick, it's okay."  Tim said turning toward Bill.  "I'll give him
what he wants."

"Ya hear that."  Bill said letting Mickey drop.  "Timmy here's willin' to
be a good fag, and so will you won't ya mick?"

"You won't need to bother him."  Tim offered.  "Whatever you want I'll take
care of it."

"Oh no, no fuckin' way, the two of you pansies are gonna be my toys or ya
both pay for it."  Bill promised.

He pulled off his tee shirt.  Broad muscled shoulders topped a shirtless
back that tapered into a tight waist and muscled butt.  He lowered the
waist band of his shorts to access his cock.  The straining waist band
revealed a jock.  He was young looking, with short stylish spiky brown
hair.  Turning toward Tim he revealed a half hard cock which he slowly
stroked.

Sean gasped.  The sound was lost against the gurgling waters of the
whirlpools.  Sean spied his shorts sitting on atop the pile of towels.
They were on a bench against the wall just this side of the doorway.  He
deftly slid beneath the partition into the adjacent stall and then again
into the open space between the stalls and the entry to the showers.  From
here Bill's back was to him.  He held his breath and eased up to the wall
before attempting to move closer.

"On your knees boys, got some work for ya."  Bill sneered.

Sean snatched up his shorts and fished the cell phone from his pocket.  He
crouched low beside the bench well out of sight as he opened the phone and
searched the memory.  Finding the number he pressed call.  The cell in
Bill's pocket rang.  Bill ignored it as he fisted his cock and gloated over
Tim.

"You should answer your phone."  Sean said stepping into the light behind
Bill.

"Another of your boy toy's faggot?" Bill said unnerved by Sean's sudden
appearance.

"You should answer your phone."  Sean repeated stepping around Bill and
holding out the note that Bill had given him following their encounter in
the park restroom.

Bill seemed confused.  He looked at the note then at Sean.

"You said I should call if I was ever interested in doing it again."  "Well
here it is."  Sean said hefting his limp dick.  Don't you want to swallow
another load?"

Mickey laughed deep and rich.  Tim looked up at Sean amazed at the sudden
turn about.  Bill stared angrily at Sean.

"You, you...no fuckin' way."

"Yeah me, you sucked my cock in the men's room. And it wasn't like your
first time either.  You knew exactly what you were doin'." Sean informed
him.

"What? No way."  Bill said desperately looking for an way to deny Sean's
accusation.

"I'm not the only one that knows." Sean continued.  "I had two friends
waitin' in the parking lot.  I was in there with another guy before you,
and you waited your fuckin' turn didn't you cocksucker?"  Sean said
spitting out the words like physical assault.

"Metzner you're such an asshole," Conrad said emerging from the shadows.
Bill's anger melted to a look of disbelief.  He took the note from Sean's
outstretched hand.

"Now what?"  Mickey wondered.

"Say we treat him to his own medicine." Conrad suggested cupping his rising
package.

Sean took Tim by the elbow and helped him to his feet.

Bill's cock had shriveled in his embarrassment.  He stood silent and
bewildered.

Sean noticed Tim smile to himself, then reach out and took Bill's hand.

"C'mon." Tim beckoned gently leading Tim toward the showers.

"What?"  Bill said pulling his hand free unable to fathom what was
happening.

"It's okay."  Tim assured him once again taking his hand and leading him
off.

Conrad's brow furrowed and he followed at a distance nodding to Sean and
Mick as he moved off.

"That was more excitement than I needed."  Mickey said once again embracing
Sean from behind.

"I was pretty scared too."  Sean admitted as much to himself as to Mickey.

"And you still pulled it off."

"Without getting my ass kicked."  Sean chuckled.

"And it's such a fine ass."  Mickey said grinding against it.

"I noticed you've been sneakin' up behind me all evening."  Sean beamed
turning to face Mick.

"Well, with a top like you, I figured it needed to be a clever seduction."
Mickey reasoned.

"Top like me?"  Sean marveled.

"Yeah, a hot brave sexy boy like you." Mickey said kissing Sean's nose and
smiling wryly.

Sean raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Very hot, very brave, and very sexy."  Mick repeated.

"All ya gotta do is ask."  Sean smiled, "that's all ya gotta do."