Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2004 10:59:20 -0700
From: Wade Wright <wadewright@att.net>
Subject: Chpt 2 for-- Doing Some New Stuff

			   Doing Some New Stuff

		       Chapter Two: I need that Ass!

			      By Wade Wright

	As Ron and Kyle slowly walked beside Butch, as he shuffled across
the floor with his ankles chained together, more comments were made by the
20 or 25 other patrons that were now simply the envious audience.
	"I have wanted to be with either one of those guys for years now,
and I guess I just don't have what it takes!  Damn man, I wish like fuck I
was that kid tonight!  I'd take either one of them, and he gets both!
Shit!"
	Another comment slightly stated, yet very quietly and yet very
enviously stated was, "I've seen that Kyle's rod one night when Ron made
him take it out so he could suck on it in here, and ever since then, the
only thing I ever dream of is, getting my chance.  I hope like hell that
kid knows how to swallow big dicks if he's going to go for that big black
one!  It'll choke the hell out of him!"
	"A friend of mine got to go home with them and visit their basement
once.  I've hated him ever since!  No, really he's a nice guy, but I've
always wondered just why he got to, and I'm the one that knew 'em first!
He's not that damn hot!  Not fair, man not fair!"
	"That kid is not going to be the same guy tomorrow, or whenever
they let him go!  He's sure looking young and timid tonight, but I'll bet
after they have their fun with him, and teach him a few things, I'll bet he
don't look so timid any more!"
	"I wonder just how long it's going to be before we see either one
of them or that kid again.  I don't know if it's really true or not, but I
heard they had one guy down in their basement for five days.  He told them
that he was on vacation that week, and they just kept him tied up and caged
up for the entire five days!  I've always wondered if that was true or not,
but everybody that seems to know anything about it, claims that it was
true.  They said it was some young kid out here from Boston."
	"I'm fifty years old.  I've been in the leather scene for twenty
three years, and during all of that time, I've never gotten to have the
time with two hot leather guys like that kid is headed for tonight!  Damn
man!  Why some little kid that's not even wearing any leather?  Shit man,
----not fair!"
	Another comment made by a number of guys that were up closer to the
action commented, "Hey did you see the front of that kid?  Did you see his
briefs?  Looked like there was more than just a little kid's dick in there,
and I don't think if was even hard yet!"
	Suddenly the entire bar's attention was switched, as the loud
speaker came on, and Kenny said, "OK guys!  Time for us to all quit crying
in our spilled milk.  The kid scored tonight, and we're still here.  Let's
all cheer up.  Cocksucker Shots are on the house!"
	
	After getting Butch out to the side of their truck, Ron questioned
the advisability of leaving Butch's car sitting in the parking lot over
night and during the next day, and with Butch's agreement, they decided to
have Kyle take it out to the farm.  They decided that Butch would ride with
Ron, in the truck, and Kyle would follow in Butch's car.
	Butch was still wrist bound with the leather wrist restraints and
their chain, but the two hot hunks had taken his ankle chain loose so that
he could step up in the truck. After driving around the corner and to the
parking lot, Butch pointed out which car was his, Kyle retrieved the car
keys from the canvas bag and Butch's pants pocket and got out of the truck.
"I'll see you guys at the house!"  Kyle stated as he closed the truck door.
	Before moving the truck, and while waiting for Kyle to get Butch's
car unlocked, Ron removed his snap-on cod piece that was hiding his cock,
and he told Butch, "OK Butch, now that we have a little more room here on
the truck seat, you lay your head down right here in the middle of my
crotch and you start licking on me while we head for the house."
	The drive out to the farm house was only about a 10 or 15 minute
drive, and during that time, Butch had been totally successful in getting
Ron excited enough with his tonguing and his licking, that when they pulled
into the driveway, Ron was now supporting a full 8" boner, and Butch was
letting him know that he was an experienced cock sucker.
	Ron parked the truck and turned the lights off.  Kyle pulled up
behind the truck in Butch's car, got out locked it up, and walked up to the
driver's side of the truck.  Ron had rolled the window down.  Looking out
at Kyle, he said, "Well look at this man!  We definitely did bring home a
real cock sucker.  He is taking that thing like he is a true pro.  I told
him to lay down on it when you got out and got into his car, and he knew
immediately how to get it hard and stiff.  He might have been playing with
what he calls, the wrong kind of guys, but he sure has learned from them of
how to suck a cock!  Let's get him inside and start having some fun."
	With that statement, Ron indicated to Butch to pull off and get
ready to get out of the truck.
	As Butch sat up, Kyle, still standing at the driver's side window,
remarked, well almost screamed, "Shit man!  Ron look at that boner of his
sticking out there!  Crap man, he must have one hell of a real dick in
there!"
	Butch had gotten a major hard-on while licking and sucking on Ron,
and although he did still have his black briefs on, he was now supporting a
major, major tent!
	"Crap man!"  Ron exclaimed as he turned and saw what Kyle was
referring to.  "Shit man, how damn big is that?"  Ron immediately reached
over and grabbed hold of Butch's cock and continued, "Crap man, let's get
this guy in the house!  I've got to see this thing!"
	Kyle immediately went around to the passenger side of the truck and
opened the door so that Butch could get out.  This being the first time
that Butch had actually had his head up above the window level, he was
relieved to see that the house was definitely out in the country, and
knowing that he only had some rather skimpy briefs on, well plus his
leather restraints, he was relieved to know that nobody else would be
seeing him.  Not that it really mattered to him too much though.  Nobody
around there knew him, and his thinking was, if they were walking him into
the house shackled and almost naked, he assumed he probably was not the
first one.
	Ron came around to the passenger side of the truck, and after Butch
got his feet on the ground, Kyle refastened the ankle chains, and both men
then slowly escorted Butch toward the house.  Both men kept looking down at
Butch's crotch in amassment at how pronounced the front of Butch's briefs
was standing out!  Kyle simply could not stand the suspense any longer.  He
reached over with his left hand and slid it down and into Butch's briefs.
With a slight tug, he pulled the briefs off of Butch's hard-on, and a nine
inch cock, about an inch and a half wide came flying out!
	"Shit man, holy shit man!"  Ron exclaimed as Butch's manhood became
available and visible.  Crap man, his fucking dick is bigger than mine!
Butch you SOB, you are hung like a fucking horse!"
	Butch simply got that much more excited and horny as he now had
absolutely one of the hottest men he had ever talked to, exclaiming how his
cock, was bigger than his own, and how it was like a horse's cock.  This
language was definitely turning Butch on, and in a big way!
	Kyle continued to grab it and slap it back and forth, realizing
that Butch was getting really turned on with what was now happening
outside, even before they got into the house!  "Look at that damn thing
man!  Ron he might look like some young kid, but he is hangin bigger than
most of the guys that hang out at the Leather Man."
	Then looking at Butch, Kyle asked.  "Hey kid, we never did ask.
Just how old are you?  You are legal age, I hope!  I mean, you were buying
beer, I do assume you are at least 21 right?"
	"I'm 22 right now, but will be 23 in about a month."
	"Oh OK.  Just wondering.  We knew you were pretty young, but after
we started talking to you, I guess maybe you started getting us all excited
about how you were wanting to do some new stuff with some guys like us, and
hell,-we just never got back to finding out too much else about you!  I
know you did tell us that you don't get fucked too much, and now I sure as
the hell know why!  Anytime some guy is with you, I'm sure he's a hell of a
lot more interested in getting your dick up his ass, than he is of fucking
your ass."
	Once again another photo op for any gay mag, if and only if, they
had been there!  A sight any man of even a slight leather interest would
have paid big money for!  The two hot muscular leather men, still fully
dressed in their extremely tight, shinny, leather chaps, ---hugging their
muscular legs like the shrink wrap on a package of meat in the meat
department, ---Ron's rod flying free since he removed his cod piece so that
Butch could lick and suck on it, their bare asses hanging out, one, a
beautiful dark skinned white ass, just almost outlined in an ever so
slightly visible fur, and the other firm, muscular, beautiful dark
mahogany, fully exposed and so damn kissable.  And then of course the
back-hugging vests, on each man, one on each side that were carefully
escorting the smaller, younger man, with his wrist restrained, his ankles
restrained and attempting to walk with the chains on his ankles, his briefs
pulled down, and of course his bare butt completely out and now sucking
wind!  The three made it carefully to the base of the front porch steps,
and on the count of three, the two muscle men lifted and carried Butch to
the top of the stairs, and re-sat him down there.  All three men went into
the house.
	Letting Butch just stand there for a moment, Kyle and Ron turned
some lights on, petted two German Shepherds and let them out the door, and
then Ron turned to Butch and asked him when the last time was that he had
eaten.  Butch explained that he had eaten just before he had gone into the
Leather Man bar, which was about 7:30.  With the time now being about 9:30,
Ron asked, "I assume, you're not too hungry right now then, right?"
	"No I'm not really!  Thank you though Sir!"  Butch replied.
	Kyle looked at Ron, Ron looked at Kyle and Kyle was the one that
finally made a positive comment about how that young man does recognize and
remember his place and his proper roll of how to address them.  Ron and
Kyle were both very pleased that Butch had included the "Sir"!
	Ron guided Butch to a kitchen chair and had him sit down.  Once he
was seated, Ron then unfastened the ankle chain and finished removing
Butch's briefs.  "God man!  Kyle his dick is still as stiff and as hard as
a fucking railroad track!"
	Immediately after making that statement, Ron then suddenly took
advantage of the young, oversized, dick that was staring him in the face.
With one very smooth, yet forceful, movement, Ron completely took the
entire length of Butch's dick and as he pulled back off, he simply said,
with enthusiasm, "Damn man, what a fucking dick!  My God man!  With a dick
that size I'm surprised nobody has gotten you into making porn films.  Hell
man, some young kid like you with a dick like that, that's got to be a hit
in the porno industry!  Don't you think Kyle?"
	"Yea--I agree!  Not too many young kids like him out there running
around with a dick that size!  Shit man, he's bad stuff for us black guys!
I'm not so sure we need to let everybody around here know that some little
white kid has got a dick hanging on him that is bigger than most of the
black ones.  That's bad for our reputation, you know!"
	"Yes----like you've got anything to worry about man!
	After the joking around about the size of Butch's meat as compared
to the size of the normal black ones, Butch looked at Kyle and did ask,
"Sir, I would like to see your dick!  May I see it?"
	With that comment and question, Kyle very obligingly removed his
snap-on cod piece and let the entire thing fall forward.  Even soft, it
measured more than five inches long.
	"Oh shit man,-Oh shit!'  Butch exclaimed as he took a very deep
breath!  "Oh god man, how big does it get?"
	Standing rather proudly, as a man such as Kyle should, he replied,
"Just slightly over eleven inches when I've got it good and hard, and just
a little more than six and a half inches around.  I'm referred to in our
little group as the fister, that doesn't use a fist, but rather his dick."
	"Oh my god, I'd guess so!  I suppose it's kind of stupid for me to
ask if you are planning on fucking me with that, right?"
	"Yea right!  You told us that you wanted to do some new stuff, and
that is one of the new stuff! OK?"
	"Yes Sir, yes Sir!  Sir, I know damn well it is going to rip my ass
when you use that on me, but I decided when I came to town that I had to
try and be man enough to take whatever happens to me.  It's taken me a long
time to finally do this, and I know I might be getting into some stuff that
I did not count on, but you guys promised that you wouldn't hurt me any
right?"
	"Hey, -remember back,-we promised that we would not harm you any,
but we didn't promise that we wouldn't hurt you any.  We told you that
yes-- you are going to feel some hurt, but the kind that you are glad for.
Remember?"
	"Oh yes Sir, I do!  I didn't say that right!  I assume that one of
the times when I am going to hurt is when you fuck me with that dick,
right?"
	"Right!  Right you are man!  I'll go slow and easy getting it up in
you at first, so that you know it fits alright, but still and yet, it will
hurt.  When the head of that goes up in you, you are going to feel like you
are shitting out some big Idaho potato."
	"Hey Butch, " Ron rather interrupted as he had a question.  "A
minute ago you referred to, coming to town.  Where do you live, and what do
you do?"
	"Oh I live up in Middleberg, and I just finished my first year of
teaching in the Junior High.  I grew up there, and after I graduated, I got
a teaching job there.  So anyway, I'm kind of back home again.  I'm not
living with my parents though.  I found an apartment over a guy's garage."
	"Over a guy's garage?  Married guy?  Single guy?"
	"He's a single guy.  Truck driver.  He drives big 18 wheelers
across country, so when he's gone out of town, I kind of take care of the
place for him."
	"How old of a guy is he?"
	"He's 41, why?"
	"What does he look like?  Is he tall and maybe about 6 foot two,
with a real receding hair line?"
	"Yea, I'd say at least that tall, why do you think you know him, or
something?"
	"Yea---is his name, by any chance, Stan?
	"Yea, it's Stan Underwood.  You know him?"
	With Ron looking at Kyle, and Kyle looking back at Ron, Ron then
answered, "Yea, yea we know Stan, don't we Kyle?!"
	Kyle definitely grinned and replied, "Yea we do!  What a fucking
funny world!"
	 "Butch, how well do you know Stan?"  Ron asked.
	"Well, just,-kind of a little, I guess!  He bought the old Smaller
family place while I was at State U, and then when I went back home, that's
when he had that apartment all fixed up and ready to rent.  So anyway,
that's when I met him, but he's on the road so much, I don't see him too
often.  Why?  How do you guys know him?"
	"He's one of our old tricks, or maybe I should say playmates.  He
used to live here, and we heard he moved to Middleberg, but we didn't know
for sure.  We lost track of him.  Damn man, what a weird coincidence!  Hey
tell me,--does he wear his leather around Middleberg?  He's hot in
leather!"
	"No, I guess not.  He's usually just got Levi's on when he's around
there.  Wait-hey wait---!  I was in his house once, just before he was
headed out on the road for a ten day out, and he had leather laying there
on his chair.  I didn't think anything about it at the time, it was
starting to get cold out, so I figured, hey a winter coat, but you know I
think there was more there than just a coat.  Does he wear chaps?"
	"Oh yes he does!  He is hot as hell in his chaps!  Well Butch, I
guess when you get home, you will have some deciding to do, if you want to
tell him or not that you met us!  That will turn out to be interesting
won't it?"
	"Uhh------yea!  I rather have to assume that you are telling me
that he is gay?  I mean, uhhhh, if he used to be one of your playmates,
than I guess he is gay, right?"
	"Well Butch, all I can say is, if he's straight, he sure can suck a
cock very well, for a straight guy!  Definitely knows how to suck a cock!"
	Kyle was still standing there, dick fully out, during this rather
interesting interchange of information, and even though his hands were
chained together, Butch had managed to reach up and with both hands, rub it
and start getting it excited.  He looked up at Kyle as if to look for
approval, ---did receive it with a big grin, and Butch then bent over and
sucked it into his mouth.  Almost immediately it became enormous!  Butch
sucked on as much of it as he could manage to get into his mouth, and Kyle
did encourage any and all actions on it by taking Butch's head in his hands
and guiding it backwards and forwards so that he could enjoy the warmth of
Butch's mouth surrounding it, and the sucking action that Butch was
displaying to his new, exciting, muscular and butch leather buddy!
	After allowing Butch to enjoy the emotions of having that enormous
big black dick down into his throat as far as possible, Ron said, "Hey
Kyle.  Everything up he is pretty well taken care of for now.  I think it
is time to let Butch see what the basement has in store for him.  Don't you
think?"
	Stepping back and pulling about nine inches of his dick out of
Butch's mouth, Kyle agreed that getting Butch down to the basement was
definitely the thing to do!
	"The way he is sucking on me up here, just sitting there at the
table is enough to make me want to see just what he can do if he's in the
right position where he can really get to it.  And, --that ass-yea that
ass!  I need that ass!  Yea come on guys, lets go to the basement!"