Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1998 18:20:22 EST
From: TheoNorth@aol.com
Subject: LeaDR House 12
WARNING: The following is a work of fiction containing
(hopefully) graphic descriptions of sex between any number of
willing men. If this sort of material offends you, you shouldn't
be reading it. If you are too young to read this sort of
material, you shouldn't be reading it. If however, you are of age
and you're sitting in your dorm room and no one else is around
and you can't figure out why you get a hard-on every time your
best buddy drops his shorts and heads to the shower...read on my
friend.
This story is fictional. Any similarities between the men in this
story and the men that you know are purely coincidental, although
the author wouldn't mind hearing about them himself.
Comments may be sent to TheoNorth@aol.com
Constructive criticism will be accepted. Praise will be absorbed.
Flames will be ignored.
Now, without further ado . . .
LeaDR HOUSE
by Theo North
Chapter 12
in which Kent and David
finally meat again
It was just like old times . . . David bent forward, grasping the
counter by the sink, gasping and moaning as the giant cock glided
in and out of his tight boyhole. Before him in the mirror, he
could see Kent's reflection: the broad, hairy torso, the strong
shoulders and bulging biceps, the deep, brown tan, the look of
utter bliss as he slowly fucked the boy in front of him. Their
eyes met in the mirror and Kent smiled at David.
"I love you, kid," his deep voice growled.
"I love you, too," David moaned. Kent wrapped his strong arms
around the boy and pressed his muscled chest to the young man's
back. David sighed as his body yielded; for the first time in
months he felt safe, at ease, like he belonged.
Getting to that point, though, the two men had spent a night
putting each other through hell.
***********
Still wearing his jockstrap, David sat awkwardly in Kent's pickup
truck on the ride to the hotel. The gloomy silence in the truck's
cab didn't help ease the tension.
"So . . . how you doin'?" David attempted to make conversation.
Kent just grunted.
"I was kinda surprised to see you here, tonight."
"Yeah, I just bet you were," the driver snarled. "I bet you
thought you'd never see me again."
"Well, no, I figured I'd see you when I came home for Christmas,"
David started.
"Oh? So I could fuck you again when you come home, huh?"
"Well, if you wanted . . ."
"You're a fuckin' piece of work, kid. You know that? What the
fuck do you think I am, anyway? Some goddamn . . . piece of . . .
CHRIST!" the man pounded his fist on the dashboard. "Just shut
the hell up till we get to the hotel."
David sat, naked and scared, by the passenger door, trying to
figure out what had set Kent off. The big man was mad and had
been since he took David out of LeaDR House. Though he didn't
know why Kent was mad, he knew HE was at the root of it . . . and
Kent was not the kind of guy you wanted to have mad at you. He
was large, and strong, and just rough enough around the edges
that he might be capable of anything.
The truck tires screeched as Kent pulled into the parking lot of
the hotel. Yanking open the passenger door, he grabbed the
fratboy by the arm and pulled him out of the truck. David blushed
as he was led, in a jockstrap, into a side door of the hotel and
down the carpeted hallway to Kent's room.
Once inside, Kent slammed the door shut and threw David onto the
big, king-sized bed. He locked the door and set the deadbolt - not
that there was much need: his large, menacing figure blocked the
only exit as he approached the boy on the bed.
"So, David thinks his dad's servants are just his personal fuck
toys, huh?" he growled.
"Wha?"
"Course, I guess you don't need servants, now, huh? You got a
whole fucking campus of rich fuck buddies, huh? Plus all those
guys from the auction -- cops, coaches, professors, rich daddies.
Is that who you're fucking now, huh?"
"NO!" David protested.
"No?? What? You still saving it for working guys? Flaunting your
rich ass in front of groundskeepers and janitors? Is that it? You
like doing it with servants so you can tell 'em what to do and
then leave when you're done?"
"No! You were the only one . . . I mean . . . I'm not doing it
with anyone," David sputtered, trying to find the right answers
to a question he didn't understand.
"I bet . . . I just bet . . . well, tonight we'll see who tells
who what to do . . . and who leaves when he's done."
"WHAT THE . . . ?" David cried out as the big man grabbed him and
flipped him over on the bed. "Damn it, Kent! What the hell is the
matter with you, you big stupid motherfucker? What is this all
about?"
"WHAT'S THIS ABOUT??!!! WHAT'S THIS ABOUT??" The big man roared
in his ear. "This is about boys who say good-bye without showing
any respect. This is about rich shitheads who fuck around with
people's . . . never mind. This is about how I'M the one who says
when something is over and how I'M the one who gives the good-bye
fuck."
A jockstrap is not much protection when you're lying under 230
pounds of solid muscle determined to shove 9 " of cock up your
ass, so when Kent released his steel-hard meat and put it against
the boy's hole, David could do nothing but scream in protest.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" he yelled "Not like this, please."
"SHUT UP" the gardener growled and brutally shoved his cock deep
into the boy's hole.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW AAAAUUUUUGGHHHH UUUUUNNNGGGHH" David
screamed
as the massive cock invaded his dry, clenched ass. "OOOOWWWWW OH
FUCK ... FUCK YOU, KENT!!!"
"You already did that boy," the man said quietly. "Now it's my
turn." He churned his hips, driving his spear in and out of the
boy's hole.
"OOOOH! NOOOOO! GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SHIT THAT HURTS YOU
BASTARD!!!" David yelled. His head thrashed back and forth as the
giant cock fed his asshole, filling him up and stretching his
chute. He grunted and groaned, biting the sheets of the bed and
clenching them in his fists as he flexed every muscle. He twisted
and writhed, rocking back and forth, trying to escape the fuck or
ease the pain.
"YEAH, KID! You take that hard manfuck . . . you want to know
what it feels like to get fucked hard, I'll goddamn SHOW you what
it feels like to take a man's fuck. You won't forget ol' Kent so
easy after this, huh?"
"STOP! PLEASE STOP! Oh god . . . oh, owwww . . . what are you
talking about? . . . please, stop . . . please . . ."
"NO! You're gonna remember Kent now, huh? Bet you'll think twice
before you walk off and leave a guy feeling like shit, won't you?
YEAH! TAKE that big mancock and think about how it feels to get
FUCKED OVER."
"Kent, please . . . please . . . oh, my ass . . . sore . . .
please" David was sobbing now, burying his head in the mattress
and crying as the big man continued to pound his tortured ass.
The big man froze as David lay before him. "No . . . oooh . . .
please stop . . . please . . ." David cried.
Kent almost convinced himself he would feel better after he took
his revenge. Now, though, hearing David cry, he felt sick. His
stomach lurched, his heart stopped and his mind raced: "Shit!
The kid's crying. Is this what I wanted? Does this help? No! This
isn't why I came, here. GOD, everything's fucked up!"
He quickly pulled out and attempted to draw the sobbing young man
into his arms. "Oh christ . . . oh christ . . . I'm sorry . . .
I'm so sorry . . . Baby, I'm sorry. I . . ."
David pushed himself away from the big man.
"You fuckin' bastard!" David spat the words through clenched
teeth. His eyes flashed a hatred that made Kent feel even more
miserable. "What the hell's the matter with you? Why did you . .
. do this?"
Then the hate-filled eyes began to swim with tears. As they
washed down the boy's face, they took away the contempt and
replaced it with a look of pain and anguish that made Kent feel
even worse.
"I thought I was LUCKY you bought me tonight. I was afraid those
others guys would hurt me. And now I get hear and you fucking
rape me, tear my ass open . . . god . . . you're a fucking prick
. . bastard animal . . . you didn't have to do this."
"I'm sorry kid, please. I'm sorry. I just . . . I don't know . .
. I wanted to make YOU sorry."
"Sorry I met you?"
"No, sorry, you left . . . I guess I wanted to hurt you."
"Well congratulations." David curled into a fetal position,
sitting in a corner of the bed.
"No, I . . . I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me," Kent said,
suddenly defiant.
"What?"
"Well, you treated me like shit, David!"
"What? When?"
"Last summer."
"You're insane. I never did anything to you last summer. YOU did
everything to ME. You fucked my ass, you fucked my face.
Everytime we were together, you were the one in control," David
said.
"But you were the one who left," Kent said sadly.
"I WENT TO COLLEGE! You KNEW I was going to go to college, you
dumbfuck! I talked about it all summer!"
"YEAH BUT . . . You just LEFT . . . I mean, you barely said good-
bye. You didn't give me a chance to say good-bye to you. You
didn't even tell me when you were leaving until the day before
you were gone."
"Well, if this is how you say good-bye, no wonder I took a pass
on it," David said. "Besides, I didn't think I had to give you a
lot of warning. We weren't dating, you know."
"I know, but . . ."
"It was just sex."
"Not for me . . ."
"What do you mean, not for you?"
"I . . . liked you. I looked forward to seeing you."
"Bullshit. You were shanking someone at each house on your
schedule."
"NO."
"You were fucking Mrs. Rathburn on Soleo Drive. You fucked
Mackenzie's daughter on Palm. You were pounding it into Mr.
Sargent on a regular basis and, at least once, he paid you extra
to fuck his pool boy while he watched and jacked off."
"WHA?? How the hell do you know all that?"
"People talk," David said. "So don't give me shit about how I was
special. I was one more rich piece of ass on your route."
"No, that's not true."
"It's ok. I mean, I'm not upset. It was great up until now, and
you were my first and you taught me a lot. But let's not pretend
it was something it wasn't. Hell, I didn't even think you really
liked me."
"What do you mean? Of course, I liked you."
"You always snarled at me. You were so condescending, making me
beg to suck your cock or get fucked by you. You always made me
wait until YOU were ready. You never seemed anxious to be with me
. . . more like it was just something you had to do."
"I was just playing a role, guy. Honest. I thought that was how
you wanted me to be. I was trying to be the 'rough-guy" you know?
The whole 'Lady Chatterly' thing? That's what most of my
customers wanted."
"So you WERE fucking those others."
"Yeah," Kent admitted. "But you WERE special. And I'm sorry if I
didn't show it. David, I loved being with you. You were so much
fun, and, I don't know. I'm not good at this, but there was
something real special about you. You grew up so much last
summer, you know, and I felt like maybe I was a part of that. Do
you even realize how much you changed?
"I'm not just talking about sex," Kent said. "Though you got
GREAT at that, too. But you grew so much more confident. I mean,
a lot of the guys I see your age don't even talk they just give
me this whole sullen-attitutude-thing like they're too cool to be
bothered, but I know it means they're just scared to death to
talk. But, man, you started opening up and talking to me and you
were actually interesting! And I watched you, you know, and you
talked with other people at the house and some of your dad's
business partners and stuff. And your friends! Man, at the start
of summer, you just sort of hung out with your friends and they
kind of led things, but by the end of the summer, you were the
leader of that pack of kids. You were the one with the ideas of
what to do or where to go.
"And, I swear, as you got more confident, you got better looking.
Maybe it was just because it was summer, but you got leaner, your
muscles got bigger, you got tan. WOOF!"
"You noticed all that?" David interrupted.
"Damn straight I did! . . . David, you're right. I was a prick
tonight. I don't know how to tell you I'm sorry. I don't know
what the hell I was thinking. I mean . . . oh man, you'll laugh
at me . . . I actually thought I'd come up here and win you
back." Kent chuckled, but there was no humor in it.
"Go ahead, look in my suitcase," Kent said. "I've got all these
candles and a bottle of wine. I brought a CD player and I was
gonna play this disc of . . . fuck, this is so stupid . . . I was
gonna play this disk of garden sounds. You know, birds chirping,
and stuff, so it would remind you of last summer. It was stupid.
I'm an asshole."
"And then I got here and I went to that auction, and I saw you
walk out on that stage and, goddamn you looked so hot. Your
fraternity brothers were all howling and guys were cheering. And
I saw those other guys bidding for you, and they really wanted
you, I could tell. I realized you were really popular here. I
figured you've probably got a lot of guys, and women too, who
want to be with you, and I thought, 'Kent, you jerk. That kid
doesn't need some dumbass gardener.' You'd moved on with your
life, you know? And then . . . then I remembered last summer, and
how you left . . . and I felt like such and asshole for coming
here. I was so mad. I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to feel
some of the pain I felt. I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry."
The big man hung his head. He just sat there on the edge of the
bed, silently cursing himself and wishing he were dead.
"I - I don't have anyone else," David said.
"What?"
"I'm not seeing anyone else, at all. Those other guys bidding for
me were doing it because they wanted to torture me."
"WHY?"
"Long story," David said. "I haven't had sex with anyone for a
couple of months. I . . . I'm . . . oh, fuck. Nothing ever goes
like its supposed to, does it, Kent?"
"No, it doesn't, kid."
The two stared at the other, each with tears welling in his eyes
for the pain he felt inside. Slowly they moved across the bed and
into an embrace. It was not a sexual union, rather, one of
comfort and friendship. David buried his head on the big man's
chest and let go with the frustration and grief inside him. Why
was it every friendship or relationship he had with a male wound
up causing someone pain? He never knew how to act or what to say
around his father anymore, and it seemed every conversation they
had left David feeling more alone and confused than before. He
had tortured his coaches, insulted his fraternity brothers . . .
and now Kent had repaid last summer's emotional wounds with
physical ones. It was wrong. All of it was wrong, he thought, as
he cried against Kent's warm, solid chest.
Holding the young man against him, Kent cradled David's head and
stroked his hair. "It's OK, son. It's OK," he murmured over and
over. He tried to convince himself of the same thing, but he
wasn't sure. Inside, he knew he loved David. The emotion took him
totally by surprise. At the age of 28, Kent's cock was in no
danger of suffering from neglect. Though he was an excellent
landscaper, he knew that his successful business was due in part
to word-of-mouth regarding his sexual talents. After work, Kent's
nights were filled with parties, dancing, bars, baths, and lots
of hot-looking men. In the morning's he'd roll out of whatever
bed he was in and head to work, and his heart never felt the
slightest twinge as he walked out the door. For some reason,
David was different. During the long, quiet hours working in
other families' lawns, he would think of David and once or twice
was tempted to call him and see if they could get together over
lunch. He would look forward to the days he would work at the
James' house and he could see the kid again. By the end of the
summer, he even fantasized about David while he was fucking other
guys. No doubt about it, he was hooked on a guy for the first
time in his life . . . and look at how it had ended.
Kent carefully cupped the young man's face between his strong
hands. Pulling David's head away from his chest, he looked into
the boy's tear-filled eyes. "Sometimes," he said, "sometimes,
when things don't go the way they're supposed to, sometimes, you
just have to start over, you know?"
David looked up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He leaned down to kiss the boy curled against him. "Can
we start over, please?"
"Yeah, I think I'd like that," David said.
The two came together in a kiss, tongues lashing together, their
hot breath moving back and forth between them. As the duo
realized the kiss was something they both wanted, both needed,
they grew more insistent, more passionate, more fevered.
Kent laid back on the bed, David tumbling over on top of him. His
hands explored the big man's strong body. He ripped open Kent's
shirt revealing the forest of black, course hair that had first
attracted him to this stud last summer. In his excitement, Kent's
nipples rose above the hair like two brown peaks; David's mouth
watered as he lowered his face to one of the nubs and began to
suck on it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm" Kent moaned as the boy sucked and licked his
chest. "Yes, son. Yes."
Meanwhile, David continued to explore the man's hairy, hard body.
He had never had this much freedom to explore Kent last summer
and he found himself getting harder and more excited as he
rediscovered the hunk's muscled frame. Shucking the big man's
jeans, David traced his tongue over the tan lines caused by the
tight denim shorts he remembered so well.
"Yes, oh god, yes! More . . . take my cock! Please!" Kent wailed.
His large, muscular body lay spread out on the bed, his tan skin
providing a sharp contrast to the white sheets. The muscles in
his shoulders and arms rolled like waves as he flexed and relaxed
his arms, pulling his left hand up behind his head to reveal a
hairy armpit, stretching out his tongue to taste his own sweaty
excitement. His legs spread slightly to let his swollen balls
fall down against the cool sheets as his heavily veined cock rose
high, dropping pearls of precum onto the flat, hairy ripples of
his abdomen.
David remembered that cock well. He remembered how good it felt
in his mouth, how warm and full, and he could delay no longer. He
swooped above the giant dick and took it deep into his throat.
"YESSSSssssssssssssssssssssss!" Kent hissed as David slid the
meat deeper inside him. "You were always so good . . . soooo
goood!" Kent moaned.
David stretched his mouth wide, opened his throat and relaxed as
the stud's meat slid inside him. Kneeling and bent over, David's
muscular body glowed in the moonlight coming in from the window.
His broad back, still holding onto the remnants of last summer's
tan, flowed up and down as he bobbed his head. The twin melons of
his ass were so white they practically glowed in the pale light.
Kent glanced down at that ass and remembered the tight, velvety
heat inside. He reached down to try to slide a finger into that
delicious hole, but couldn't reach from his present angle. No
matter, he thought, there would be plenty of time to do
everything they wanted. He was sure of that.
Sucking the giant cock, David exhaled through his nose and
relaxed his muscles. The young mas was lost in a moment of
absoulte bliss. Suddenly, there were no problems, no worries, no
hang-ups or self-recriminations. Now, it was only David and Kent.
This is good, he thought. This is right.
He slurped up the length of Kent's cock and let it slip from
between his lips.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssss," Kent sighed. "My balls, David. Suck my
balls, please."
David took the heavy orbs into his mouth one at a time. The giant
eggs felt so full and warm. Running his tongue around the hairy
nuts, he could feel them dance and bob on their cords.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he hummed against them and Kent moaned louder.
The big stud spread his legs wider, giving David further access
to his nuts . . . and beyond. David licked behind the giant
balls, their weight resting on his cheek as he darted his tongue
into Kent's hairy trench.
"OOOOH YEAH!" Kent cried out as his legs opened wider and rolled
back. David happily continued to slurp away, tonguing Kent's
crack, licking closer and closer to his pink hole. Though Kent
had often rimmed David last summer, the boy had never returned
the favor. Seeing Kent's reaction now, though, David couldn't
imagine what took him so long. He shoved his head forwarded and
targeted the tight pucker before him. As his wet tongue thrust
inside, Kent threw his head back and howled. The man's cries were
loud and deep like the call of a wild animal at night but more
joyous. "FUUUUUCKK! YESSSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH SUCK MY ASS,
KID!!!!! OOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSS!! SOO FUCKING GOOD!"
David drove his tongue onward and inward, shoving his face deep
into Kent's hairy ass. His lips locked around the man's hole as
his tongue pushed deeper and deeper inside. He moaned against the
hole and the vibrations only increased Kent's pleasure.
Kent was now laying back, his legs folded against his chest and
spread wide as his head thrashed back and forth. His eyes
squeezed shut and his moans and grunts increased as his ecstasy
grew. "More . . . more . . . please, David, more . . . oh yes,"
he pleaded.
"MORE?" thought David. His tongue had reached the end of its
limits. What more could he do to this big stud's ass? Kent had
been a strict top all summer and David wasn't sure how far the
man was willing to go with this. Things were going so well now,
he didn't want to screw up and ruin everything. He continued to
rim the hot ass in front of him, increasing his speed and
reaching as deep as he could.
"Mooore! Oh god more! Please! YES!" Kent moaned.
David tentatively brought a finger to the edge of Kent's
glistening hole. Slowly, he shoved it inside, expecting to be
ordered to stop. Instead, the big hunk beneath him sighed and
whispered a quiet, "Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss."
Delightfully startled, David shoved the finger in deeper and
began to pump it in and out of Kent's tight ass.
"YEAH!" Kent growled as he began to wiggle his hips up and down
on David's finger.
"You into this? Is this OK?" the young stud asked.
"Yeah, I'm real into this. This is GREAT!" Kent moaned.
"Holy shit, this is hot!" David gushed as he shoved a second
finger into the hairy ass.
"Mmmmmmm yeah. That's hot. Open my ass up, David. Get me ready,
kid."
"Ready?" David asked.
"For you cock, dude. You want to fuck me, don't you? Come on
dude, you gotta do it now. You got me all hot."
"FUCK!" David exclaimed. "YOU like to get fucked?"
"With the right guy, yeah," Kent moaned, relaxing his ass around
a third finger. "I just don't meet the right guy too often . . .
mmmmm . . . But you've got me too hot to turn back. Now climb on
and stuff me with your hard cock."
David's cock WAS hard. In fact, it was harder than he had ever
seen it in his life. As David got into position, he was
pleasantly surprised when Kent threw his strong legs over the
kids shoulders and locked his ankles behind his head. The move
pulled David closer to Kent's achingly beautiful face and thickly
muscled chest. "Now fuck me boy," he growled into David's ear.
David did just that, sinking his cock into the tight, warmth of
Kent's hard man-ass. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh CHRIST!" he
yelled out as he felt hair and muscle wrap around his bloated
dick.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, shit, kid. You're so
big," Kent moaned.
"That's cause I don't think I've ever been this excited," David
gushed. Then, realizing that maybe Kent was saying he was in
pain, asked, "Should I pull out?"
"NO! No, just . . . ease it in there . . . yeah. Mmmmmmmmm. I'm
not really used to getting fucked."
"I'm no really used to being the one doing the fucking," David
said.
"Well, I guess we're both learning some new things tonight," Kent
grinned.
"Guess so," David laughed.
"Time to see if you learned anything from me last summer," Kent
said. "Show me how a stud fucks another stud."
"YES SIR!" David whooped and lurched back to drive his cock deep
into Kent's bowels. The kid pistoned in and out of Kent's hunky
ass with the excitement and strength that only a young man can
muster. Kent would have cursed himself for forgetting the non-
stop stamina of youth, except the fuck felt SO good. Soon both
men were sweating and grunting as David drove his cock full-
length in and out of Kent's ass over and over and over. David's
young balls beat out a rhythm, slapping against the hard muscle
of the bottom stud's rear. Both men were growling and cursing,
grunting and gasping, sighing and moaning as they drove each
other onward.
Just when Kent thought he would have to cum or die from the
sensations sweeping over his body, David pulled out.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" the older stud screamed.
David said nothing but grinned wickedly as he flipped his hunky
partner onto his hands and knees. Newly positioned with his ass
thrust upward, Kent felt David grab hold of his hips and then
that thick, young cock was back inside him.
"YESssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," he sighed. He shoved back on
each of the kid's inward thrusts, pulled forward as the kid
pulled out. Once the rhythm was established, Kent began to work
the muscles in his ass, milking the young stud's hot cock.
"JESUS!" David gasped. "I thought you said you weren't used to
doing this?? Where'd you learn to do THAT?"
"I'm a quick study," Kent chuckled as he continued to work his
ass on the kid's meat.
"Ooooooooooooh, Kent! . . . Damn . . . I'm gonna . . .
Oooooooooooh"
"Me toooo!!!!!!!" Kent moaned, fisting his own heavy cock in time
with the thrusts his ass was receiving.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOH! FUCK FUCK
FUCK!!!! KENT!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" David cried out as
the single greatest orgasm of his young life erupted from deep
inside him.
Kent's orgasm was only a beat behind David's.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!" he screamed as his heavy balls
unloaded a thick, creamy load that pooled on the sheets beneath
him.
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Later, cuddled on the bed, the two talked honestly with each
other.
"So how come those two guys wanted to torture you?" Kent asked.
"Oh, man. I don't know if I should tell you that." David
chuckled.
"Come on . . . tell me . . . tell me," Kent said. Then he reached
beneath the blankets taking David's balls in his meaty paw and
giving them a playful twist. "Tell me!"
"OW! OK," David laughed. He related the whole story of catching
the coaches in the steam room and of how he had intimidated the
two of them. He told Kent about the steam jets and the wet towels
and leaving the two men bound together as he left.
"YOU did THAT??" Kent was truly astounded. It didn't sound like
the David he knew.
"Yeah," David said sheepishly.
"Damn! Remind me not to go to the gym with you."
"Just don't piss me off," David grinned.
"What did those guys do to piss you off?"
"Oh they didn't. They just . . . they were in the wrong place at
the wrong time. I was going through a lot of shit . . . I . . .
I'm sorry, I'd love to tell you, but I can't," David said.
"Can't or won't?"
"I don't know."
"Have you talked to anybody about it?" Kent asked.
"Well, sort of."
"Sort of?"
"It's not something I can talk about, OK? I can't tell anybody.
Just trust me, OK?" David said.
Kent sighed. "David, everybody needs someone to trust. Someone
who they can tell EVERYTHING to. Now, I'm not saying you have to
tell me, but you do have to tell somebody a counselor or
therapist or a friend or your dad . . ."
"NO!"
The strength of David's refusal at the mention of his Dad was
shocking. Kent thought the two got along well. "Is it your dad?"
he asked.
David refused to answer.
"David, I want you to know you can tell me ANYTHING. David, I
love you. I fucked up earlier, bu I'm not gonna lose you now. If
I can do anything to help you, I will."
"You love me?"
"Yeah."
Tears welled in David's eyes.
"Talk to me, David. What's going on?"
The young man took a deep breath. "It's my dad. I, uh . . . well,
I . . . I've been having these dreams."
"Uh-huh."
"Well, in these dreams, I . . . god, this is embarrassing . . .
I'm having sex with this guy. I've been having the dreams for a
couple of years now and I never saw the guy's face, but then I
got to school and one night he had a face and . . ." his voice
trailed off.
"And it was your dad?"
"Yeah," said David quietly.
"Well, your dad is pretty fucking hot," Kent grinned.
"Yeah but he's my DAD!!! That's SICK!" David said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa . . . Let's not go overboard here. It's a
dream, right?"
"Yeah."
"Are you attracted to your dad sexually?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't WANT to be. I never really thought
about it. I mean, I love my dad. And I know I like guys, but . .
. wanting your dad, that's wrong . . . only, now, since the
dreams, I can't stop thinking about it. What do you think it
means?"
"I don't know. Does it have to mean something? David, you're a
teenage guy. Teenagers are horny. That's a given. That's fact.
They think about sex all the time and they'll fuck just about
anything. Add to that the fact that this year you've been coming
to grips with the idea that you're hot for guys . . . I mean,
there are so many issues going on here that a dream with you and
your dad is almost natural."
"Natural?"
"Look, it doesn't have to mean you want to suck your dad's cock.
Or maybe it does, but like I said, you're a teenager. And you're
realizing you're gay. And you've been raised by a single dad who
you love a lot and who is, as I said earlier, one very hot man."
"I guess."
"Let me ask you a question. You told your dad you're gay, yet?"
"NO!"
"I didn't think so. What do you think he'll do when you tell
him?"
"I'm not gonna tell him."
"David, you HAVE to tell him."
"Kent, I'm his only kid. He wants me to be just like him. He
thinks I'm this big, popular, fraternity jockhound, just like
him. I can't tell him I'm gay. It'll crush him. And I couldn't
stand to disappoint him."
"He won't be disappointed. Look, I'm sure he's pleased that you
have so many interests in common with him, but I promise you that
what he wants more than anything is for you to be happy. And I'm
sure he wants to be a part of your life for the rest of your
lives. That can't happen if you have to always hide your
boyfriends and partners from him. Tell him. Trust me, he'll still
love you."
"Right. Easy for you to be so confident of that. He's not your
dad."
Kent took a deep breath. "David? Who do you think told me about
the auction tonight?"
You could have knocked David over with a feather.
**********
The next morning, David woke up, eased himself out of bed and
padded over to the bathroom. After finishing, he walked to the
sink in front of the mirror and turned on the cold water. He was
leaning over to wash his face when he felt the heat of another
body behind him and a razor-stubbled chin against his ear.
"Mmmmmm. Good morning, stud" Kent whispered.
"Good morning to you," David said, feeling his lover's lengthy
cock rising against his ass.
It was just like old times . . . David bent forward, grasping the
counter by the sink, gasping and moaning as the giant cock glided
in and out of his tight boyhole. Before him in the mirror, he
could see Kent's reflection: the broad, hairy torso, the strong
shoulders and bulging biceps, the deep, brown tan, the look of
utter bliss as he slowly fucked the boy in front of him. Their
eyes met in the mirror and Kent smiled at David.
"I love you, kid," his deep voice growled.
"I love you, too," David moaned. Kent wrapped his strong arms
around the boy and pressed his muscled chest to the young man's
back. David sighed as his body yielded; for the first time in
months he felt safe, at ease, like he belonged.
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There'll be more LeaDR fun in Chapter 13.
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