Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:27:17 -0500
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 8

Josh was tired as he finished the morning shift.  He'd worked until eleven
the previous evening, and the manager had offered him four more hours the
following morning.  He caught a ride into town with Mom, and locked his
bike onto the wrack that they'd bought for her rear bumper.  As the noon
hour rang he glided down Main Street toward his favorite haunt.

"You're thirty cents short J-boy."  Jerry said working the counter at the
coffee house.

The lanky youth searched deep in his baggy pants for more errant coins.
Long flaxen hair hung over his eyes and he tossed it back as he perused the
contents of this pocket.  Josh watched and yawned.  He opened his wallet
and tossed a five on the counter.

"Give him a pop Jerry."  Josh instructed.

"Thanks."  Beamed the boy turning to acknowledge Josh's kindness.

"No big deal."  Josh replied.

They made a little awkward banter while Jerry poured the pop and made
change.  Josh couldn't help feeling he'd seen the boy before.  When he
picked up his pop from the counter he also retrieved a skateboard.  The
logo adorning the bottom jogged Josh's memory, and he smiled watching the
skater walk away.  He'd been Sean's first encounter at the park.

"I know what you want."  Jerry said breaking Josh's revelry.

"You what...?" Josh panicked wondering if he'd been that obvious.

"Iced Mocha, double shot and bit of macadamia."  Jerry chanted as he began
brewing the espresso.

"Yeah, you know what I want." Josh chuckled watching the skater's ass as he
walked toward the back room.

Josh excused himself to the men's room. When he returned he took his drink
and headed to the back room.  The area housed a small stage for
performances.  On stage a young man played acoustic guitar.  It wasn't a
performance, more a practice session.  Long deft fingers ran the length of
the fret board.  The guitar responded to fill the room with mellow sounds.

The skater had flopped onto one of the couches that crowded the back wall
of the space.  Josh picked a table with a clean sight line to the couch.
He slouched in his chair and splayed his legs wide.  He was wearing baggy
black slacks, part of the uniform for work.

Josh watched the skater and listened to the music.  The guitarist was very
talented, and played a variety of songs some rock some guitar classics
others from more contemporary artists.  He was slightly embarrassed by the
sudden appearance of an audience.  He leaned over his instrument allowing
his light brown bangs to hide his hazel eyes.  He worked hard to stay
focused on playing rather than allow his stage fright to inhibit his
ability.

The skater couldn't help notice Josh's attention.  Each time he looked up
it was to see the young blonde smiling at him.  He liked what he saw;
blonde, tall, fine features, warm smile and a long frame with big feet and
hands.  He couldn't tell at this distance, but he was sure he remembered
blue eyes.  As he made his appraisal his hand moved mindlessly over his
abdomen.

Josh watched attentively, and aped the movement.  When the skater realized
what Josh was doing his attention became riveted.  Josh repeated the
motion.  This time his hand roamed from his belly to his crotch.  He'd
removed his boxers while in the bathroom, and now fisted his lengthening
cock through the thin material of the baggy chinos.

The skater watched intently.  His baggy plaid shorts were beginning to
tent.  The public display was arousing him and his fevered mind searched
for a place where he as the blonde might have some modicum of privacy.
There were only two restrooms in the coffeehouse and they were in plain
view of the front counter.  His eyes scanned the room.

The guitarist made a transition between songs and looked up to scan his
small audience.  The tension in the room seemed palpable.  He noticed he'd
lost their attention.  Rather than watching him, or being busy with their
own business, they seemed to be intently watching each other.  He began to
strum a tune he knew by heart as he continued to assay the scene.  The
blonde at the table was grinning.  His hands were out of sight.  The boy on
the couch watched him intently.

The skater noticed the guitarist gazing in his direction and shifted
nervously trying to hide his growing excitement.  The action focused
attention on his discomfort, and momentarily highlighted his erection as
the baggy material drew tight as he shifted.

The guitarist nearly missed his chord change, and diverted his attention to
the fret board.  He focused on the song until he felt his composure
returning, and then looked up at the blonde.  The boy seemed to be moving
in time with music.  The thought soothed the guitarist.  He noticed that
the rhythm the boy was keeping was entirely based on the motion of his
right arm.  The arm, which disappeared beneath the lip of the table under
which he slouched.

Josh noticed his attention and smiled broadly at him.  He slouched a little
further and exaggerated his motion subtly.  The guitarist once more studied
his fret board intently focusing on his song.  His heart raced and he could
feel his own groin pressing against the wooden body of the vibrating
guitar.  It was a feeling he often found erotic, and now, with the
situation unfolding before him, he was glad for the cover.

The skater watched the tableau unfold.  He wasn't sure if the blonde was
teasing him, or actually coming on to the guitarist as well.  He knew the
guy on stage.  His name was Danny.  He played backup for a number of folksy
types that performed at the coffee house on weekends.  For the first time
he looked at Danny and wondered.  He was a little older, maybe twenty-five.
He was tall and thin.  Long legs stretched to the floor from the stool he
perched on.  His forearms showed flexing tendons and veins in bold
relief. Clever fingers shifted through a complex dance on the polished
ebony fret board.

Josh cleared his throat.  The skater's eyes shot back to find him glaring
in his direction.  His fist was clutching what had to be a very ample
erection.  Josh raised his eyebrows in query.  The skater once more
surveyed the room.  He noticed the door to the cellar stair was ajar.
Grabbing his backpack and board he headed to the door, and waiting to be
sure Josh saw his egress and slipped through the door.

Josh waited a moment.  When the guitarist looked back his way he stood.
Danny's playing slowed.  Josh held his gaze for a long moment then looked
toward the tabletop. He used his weight on the table's edge to draw the
material of his slacks taught. The effect was to sandwich the length of his
erect meat against his left thigh.  When Josh was certain of the
guitarist's notice he strolled to the cellar door.  Looked once more toward
the stage then stepped through.

Originally the building had been a department store.  The cellar had once
been just another retail floor.  It had long since been relegated to
storage.  But the stair still reflected the grandeur of the Victorian era
that had created it.  Broad steps of dark hardwood, smooth risers once a
gleaming white, were bordered with richly detailed balusters.  Now they
were hung with the dust and cobwebs of neglect, and time had etched the
polished wood to aged rustic beauty.  To the left of the base of the stair
was an ancient disused elevator; its sizzored gate partially off its track,
and its ample brass work tarnished to a rich patina.

The skater leaned in the elevator's open doorway.  He'd shucked his shirt
to reveal a slender well-defined torso.

"I'm..."

"J-boy." Josh replied.  "I like that name."

Josh moved slowly off the stairs.  Looking deep into J-boy's eyes as he
padded closer.  J-boy was sure they were about to kiss, when Josh's hand
grasped his erection hard.

"Nice."  Josh hissed bringing up his free hand to clutch at the boy's sack
as well.  He squeezed just hard enough to make him wince then released the
pulsing prize.

Josh demurred slightly, lowering his eyes.  Then gently kissed the boy's
lips.  His fingertips fluttered up J-boy's sides then down his back to take
possession of his ass.  He squeezed the mounds and jammed their groins
together, grinding on the boy as he snaked his tongue into J-boy's mouth.

With practiced dexterity he popped the button on J-boys shorts, and in a
deft moved lowered the zipper.  The pants fell revealing tented boxers.
Josh fished in the trap and drew out the dripping erection.  He spread the
liquid across the head and brought some to his lips sucking his middle
finger clean and smearing the spooge from his index across J-boys lips.

"You like to suck cock don't cha J-boy?"

"Sure do," he panted in Josh's ear.

Josh slipped his hands in J-boys boxers and grasped his firm buns.  He ran
a finger into the sweaty crack between them and began burrowing into the
hot moist rosebud he found there.  Josh bit his neck and then licked his
way to the boy's ear.

"We'll get to that, but I want to breed your fine ass." Josh whispered.

J-boy froze.  He experimented anally.  A finger was exciting.  He even had
a few toys that he'd occasionally employed in explorations of his ass.  But
the equipment he'd seen Josh display didn't match anything he'd ever
imagined entering him.

"You scared J-boy?  Afraid of what I showed ya?"  Josh wondered.

"Yes." The boy admitted.

"You don't have to worry baby."  Josh said guiding his hand to the hardness
in his slacks. "Its long, but its not too thick."

J-boy explored the pole he found.  It was long.  Longer than any cock he'd
ever handled.  The head was plump, but the shaft long and relatively
slender.  There was an old display table beside the elevator.  Josh hopped
up to sit on it.  J-boy lowered his pants and the erect monster sprang up
to slap Josh's belly.

"Go ahead baby.  You do what you want, and we'll see where we end up."

J-boy took the long pole in both hand and stroked.  There was nearly room
for a third hand on the length.  He squeezed the length and milked up gobs
of precum.  He leaned in capped the bulbous head with his lips, licking and
slurping the bubbling ooze.  He tugged Josh's pants off and groped his
dangling balls.  Then allowed his fingers to delve lower and massage the
lump beneath his sack.  Josh rewarded him with low moans and thrust to meet
J-boy's sucking mouth.

"You give great head J-boy."  Josh raved.

J-boy prided himself on the ability, and wanted to demonstrate his ability
for this new stud.  He pulled Josh's erection away from his body and began
bobbing on it.  Lower and lower he drove himself.  The knob lodged into his
gullet, and with practiced skill he relaxed and swallowed.  The head and
shaft slid deeper.  Josh sighed and thrust gently.  His hands came to rest
on J-boy's head and his hips pushed back and forth reaming the talented
undulating esophagus.  With a grunt he pressed again and felt his balls
slap J-boys smooth chin.  He jammed himself homeward and flattened the
boy's nose against his hard abs. After several short hard strokes deep in
his throat Josh pulled free with a lewd slurping noise.  He slapped the
boy's pretty face hard with his saliva-coated erection.

"You are a fine faggot!"  Danny heard as he eased his way down the steps.

He'd seen the two of them leave and been nearly overwhelmed by the blonde's
obvious offer.  After a few moments of attempting to continue practicing
his curiosity had gotten the better of him.  As he crept closer he could
hear slurping and moaning clearly.  He peered over the rail and nearly
cried out at the sight.

The skater was on his knees between the blonde's legs.  The blonde had shed
his pants.  His long cock was bobbing against other boy's face, as the
skater either sucked his balls or, maybe even his ass.

Josh lay back against the table and pulled his knees to his chest.  There
was little doubt now as Danny watched the skater's tongue lap at the
blonde's exposed asshole.  Danny looked up the stairway but could see
nothing but darkness at the head of the stairs.  He was wearing sweat pants
and groped himself as he continued to watch the two boys below him.

"You want that hole J-boy?  It's a fine piece of ass.  C'mon studly show me
how you use that motor."

J-boy got to his feet.  He pulled Josh's ass off the edge of the table and
lifted Josh's knees to his shoulders. He fit the head of his cock to the
blonde's hole and shoved.  Josh growled.  J-boy quivered.  Danny bit his
hand to stop from moaning.  He'd lowered his sweats to release his aching
cock.  Six stout inches popped in and out of his fist in time with J-boy's
thrusting hips.

"Too close," J-boy moaned, "too much, noooo..."

Jerry was making a customary sweep of the coffee house; picking up empties.
Making sure things were in order.  As he moved toward the back room he
noticed the music had stopped.  Danny had been practicing for hours. He
peeked in and was surprised to find the room empty.  He was sure Josh had
come back here, and hadn't the skater as well?  The amp was still on, and
Danny's guitar was in the stand.  He looked into the smoker's room and
finding no one there.  He tried the cellar door, which was unlocked.

"Do it baby.  You're hot for it, fill me up."  Josh grunted loudly as
J-boy's hips blurred and his cock exploded into the rippling channel.

The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoed through the cellar.  J-boy cried
out with the onset of orgasm and then grunted with each wave that
followed. Danny stroked furiously watching the event caught between his
lust and the need to remain hidden.

From the top of the stair Jerry could just make out Danny standing at the
left hand rail.  He called his name but Danny didn't hear him.  He started
down the stair when he noticed something that made his cock lurch.  Danny's
sweats were down exposing his ass.  An ass Jerry had dreamed about.

"Too quick.  I came too damn quick." J-boy moaned into Josh's shoulder.


"No such thing."  Josh said hugging him hard. "You come when you come.  The
only shame is not getting your nut when you need it.  But a hot thing like
you shouldn't have any problems there."

Jerry recognized Josh's voice.  He knew about Josh.  He'd seen him and
Derrick being frisky on too many occasions not to know.  It wasn't that
they weren't of interest; it was that they were too young, and he wasn't
willing to be incarcerated or ostracized to satisfy his needs.

Danny however was another story.  He moved to the right side of the broad
stair and continued to descend.  Even at twenty-five Danny's ass was nearly
smooth.  He was panting visibly, but had released his dripping cock as the
action below had momentarily quieted.

"You didn't get yours yet." J-boy realized gingerly touching Josh's hard
cock.

"Nah I didn't, but you almost got it for me."  Josh said flexing his hole
on the half hard cock still lodged in it.

J-boy shuddered and sighed.  The sensation brought a new burst of rigidity
to his flagging meat.  He pressed gently forward and slid deeper.

"Oh yeah studly. You ready to go again?"  Josh wondered.

Josh flexed his anus again.  J-boy hips responded reflexively.  Josh rolled
his hips and grasped again.

"Can't!" J-boy protested pulling free.  "Too much."

Josh hopped to his feet and kissed the boy deep.  They wrapped one another
in a fevered embrace as tongues dueled and bodies thrashed.  Slowly Josh
guided them to the concrete floor.  Once atop J-boy he straddled the boy's
middle and took hold of his hard cock.  With an evil grin he guided it to
his hole and sat back on the object of his desire.  J-boy shuddered. Josh
rolled his hips.  The cock slid deeper.

Danny moved back to the rail to watch the proceedings.  Jerry moved closer.
Danny began to stroke anew as the grunts and moans once more arose from the
floor beneath him.  The two teens were fucking again, only minutes after
just having come to an explosive orgasm.  There was a touch at Danny's
side.  He jumped as it came again this time gently groping his balls.
Jerry quieted him kneeling beside him and quickly beginning to stroke his
stout cock.  Danny tried to resist, but the combination of the feeling and
action taking place below him stole what little will he had to resist.  He
watched Jerry move around him.  Jerry was short.  Maybe five-five, but for
his size he had a magnificent build, blue black hair with a natural wave,
ebony eyes, and handsome features.  He licked the tip of Danny's cock
before taking the head and then most of the shaft between his lips.  The
sensation was electrifying and Danny continued to watch the two boys on the
floor below as Jerry serviced him.

J-boy whimpered and moaned.  He felt like orgasm had never ended.  His body
arched and thrusted of it own accord.  Josh growled and ground his ass on
the cock in his bowel with evident glee.  His own prodigious meat slapped
against J-boy's belly with each thrust and roll of their bodies. The
leakage puddled in J-boy's navel and dripped off his sides to the floor.

"Oh yeah."  Josh growled.  "You're gonna make me shoot."

He grasped J-boy around the shoulders and together they rolled bring Josh
to his back with J-boy atop him.  Josh lifted his legs.  He brought them
high over his head.

"C'mon J-boy.  Be my stud.  My pussy wants it bad."

Josh upturned butt was splayed wide open.  The crack was dripping with cum
and sweat, and hole itself gapped and pulsed visibly.

"Please."  Josh begged rolling his ass up higher.


J-boy staggered to his feet.  He needed to stand over Josh to access the
hole.  He fit himself to the gaping orifice and thrust. Josh grunted his
appreciation.  Taking hold of his own knees he pulled his hips downward.
J-boy unknowingly assisted as his thrust pressed Josh's cock into his own
mouth.  Danny gasped at the sight.  J-boy fucked the blonde fiercely as the
boy sucked himself.  He grunted long and loud shooting huge load into
Jerry's sucking mouth.

Josh was gulping down his own rich cum.  The power of the boy above him
jammed his cock in and out of his mouth as the flood filled him.  The
orgasm caused Josh's ass to clutch and flutter around the invader pummeling
its depth.  The new ministrations brought J-boy into his heat and he
shivered and moaned filling Josh's ass with a second momentous cum.  He
staggered back from the boy; the last few spurts jetting to the concrete
floor.  Once more he rested against the elevator doorway.  Now wearing
nothing but his sneakers.

"Not a bad start." Josh said licking the cum from his lips.

"Start?"  J-boy marveled.

"Oh yeah."  I told you I want to breed that fine ass."

J-boy smiled, thinking that with this boy it might be possible.

Danny was sitting on the stairs catching his breath as Jerry licked the
last of his discharges from his mustache.  He nodded toward the top of the
stairs and pressed a finger to his lips as he began to creep upward.  The
stairs creaked ominously as Danny rose.

"You two don't want to stay and watch the rest of the show?"  Josh
wondered.

Jerry and Danny looked at one other not sure if they should run or laugh.

Josh just shrugged pulling J-boy close.  He wondered if they should
introduce themselves, but decided it might just spoil the mood.