From: mouse@psci.net
Subject: The Boys (M/m, adult/teen)
Date: Sat, 07 Oct 95 11:04:51 PDT
Organization: Perry Spencer Telco

	At last, it was Friday.  It had been a long week for Chris, trouble
after trouble had arisen at work and it seemed as though all he had done
was put out "forest fires" all week.  Every day he had gone to work at 5:30
a.m, and come dragging home to his empty house after 10 pm.  It felt good
to get off work early, even beating the afternoon rush.  He was home by 5.
As he sank wearily into his chair, he moaned, remembering that there was a
party that night.  He didn't want to go.  But it was the "political" thing
to do, if he wanted to get ahead.  So he trudged up the stairs and slid out
of his clothes.  Stepping into the shower, he let the steaming water sooth
his sore muscles relaxing him.  Later, while dressing, the doorbell rang.
	"Shit!  What now?" he groaned, and pulled a pair of jeans on as he
hurried down the stairs.  "Yes?" he asked, opening the door.  There on the
stoop stood Steve, a 14 year old boy who frequented the neighborhood.
Chris groaned inwardly.  Steve's mother frequently locked him out of the
house on Fridays, cautioning him not to return until Sunday evening.
Weekends were her busy times, and she didn't want her son getting in the
way of her "business."
	"Hi, Chris.  Mom's got another busy weekend."  He didn't need to
elaborate, Christ knew what that meant.  He opened the door wider and let
Steve into the house.
	"I've got to got out in a while, Steve.  Make yourself at home
while I finish getting dressed."
	Steve plopped down before the TV, and was soon absorbed in some
program.  Chris sighed then walked back upstairs.  How the hell did I ever
get involved with looking after this kid? He wondered.  When the local
parents had knocked on his door asking him to take the boy in on weekends,
Chris had been wary.  But it was December, and the ladies showed him where
Steve had been sleeping in some nearby woods, a large piece of cardboard
his only protection from the wet ground.  Christ had agreed.  The various
families agreed to feed him most meals, but he needed a place to sleep, and
they were tired of being surrogate parents to Steve, who was not the best
mannered boy around.
	That had changed when Steve began staying with Chris.  Chris had
laid down very strenuous rules, and Steve had meekly obeyed them all.  The
parents were all surprised by his new behavior, and Chris's estimation had
gone up in their opinions.
	Chris adjusted his tie then walked back downstairs.  Steve was
still watching TV, a coke in his hand.
	"OK, Steve, I'm going out.  I should be back around midnight.
Remember the rules.  What are they?"
	"No visitors are allowed in the house, if I make a mess I clean it
up, and I stay out of your liquor cabinet."
	"Yep.  OK, see ya."  Chris closed the door behind him, then got in
his car and headed for the local restaurant where the party was being held.
He wasn't the first to arrive, but he was definitely not the last.  He made
his rounds, shaking all the right hands, then settled down to talk with one
of his friends.
	As usual, the talk always ended up circling around one of the
problems that had arisen that week at work.  About an hour and a half into
the party, the bosses wife began looking pale.  A few minutes later, the
boss stood up and excused himself and his wife, citing illness.  The
standard rule was when the boss leaves, anyone else can go, no questions
asked.  Soon, there were only a few other at the table with Chris.
	"Well, I guess I'll run along as well.  See you all on Monday!"
Chris exclaimed, then headed for the door.  As he drove home again he
sighed, thinking he'd get a night to relax after all.
	It was only nine when Chris walked back in his front door.
Immediately he sensed something was wrong.  Steve was lying on the sofa,
moaning.  His skin was positively green.  He'd removed his shirt and was
sweating profusely.
	"Hey, man, you OK?" Chris asked.  "What's wrong?"
	Steve didn't reply, just moaned.  Chris looked around the room, and
his eyes settled on the decanter he displayed on the shelf.  It was a
decanter of very expensive brandy, and it had been full when Chris left.
Now, nearly a third of it was missing.
	"Damn it, Steve.  I told you to stay out of the liquor!"  Steve
knew that violation of that rule meant that he would no longer have a place
to stay, but at the moment he was too sick to think about it.
	Chris sat down beside Steve and helped him to sit up, then pulled
him down to lean against his shoulder.  Running a hand through the boy's
coal black hair, now damp with perspiration, Chris attempted to sooth
Steve's tense body.  Suddenly the boy tensed.
	"I'm gonna puke!" Steve mumbled.
	Chris helped him to his feet and rushed him into the bathroom.
Just as they crossed from the carpeted living room into the tiled bathroom,
Steve heaved, the vomit running down his chest onto his jeans.  Chris got
him to the sink in time for the next upheaval, holding his stomach and
forehead as his mother had for him when he was a boy.  When the ordeal was
finally over, Steve turned to face Chris.  Looking Steve over, Chris
realized he'd have to get him cleaned up.
	"Well, let's get you out of those jeans and upstairs to the
shower."  Steve merely grasped the towel bar for support, looking very much
as though he were going to pass out.  Chris stepped forward and unbuttoned
the front of Steve's jeans, then slid them to the ground.  Putting a hand
on Chris's shoulder for support, Steve stepped out of them, then let Chris
lead him upstairs to the upstairs guest bath.
	After he had turned the water on and got the temperature right,
Chris turned to Steve.  "You get in and get cleaned up.  I'm going back
downstairs to put your jeans in the washer and clean up the bathroom."  He
turned and walked back downstairs, throwing his sport coat and tie over the
back of hi s chair as he passed it.  Picking up the jeans he threw them in
the washer, but refrained from turning on the machine so that it wouldn't
pull any hot water from Steve's shower.  Then he cleaned up the floor of
his bathroom.  Finished, he threw the towels he had used in with Steve's
jeans, then we nt to check on the boy.  He found Steve still sitting on the
toilet, unable to stand up and get in the shower.
	"If you wait much longer there won't be any hot water left, Steve."
Chris told him.  The boy still didn't move.  Sighing, Chris kicked his
shoes off, then pulled Steve to his feet and helped him into the shower.
Propping the boy against the shower wall, he turned the faucet to sluice
across him.  Then, taking the wash cloth and a bar of soap he began to wash
Steve's body.  His underwear had also been stained by his vomit, so Chris
pulled the boys underwear down and washed the boy's private parts as well.
	Chris wasn't really into young boys, though he had often admired
Steve's body when Steve had undressed before him while getting ready for
bed.  He had never seen anything more of the boy than his bare chest,
because the boy always slept in his jeans.  Even though this was about the
least arousing situation Chris could imagine, he couldn't help but admire
the boys naked form.  His pubic hair, what little there was of it, was as
black as the hair on his head, and course, a nice contrast to his milky
white skin.  Still in puberty, Steve's chest was completely smooth, and his
waist was nearly anorexically thin from being underfed at home.  His tough
life had caused him to become more muscular than most of the local boys his
age.  But what really caught Chris's attention was the boy's cock and
balls.  For a fourteen year old youth, Steve was extremely well hung, his
cock fully five inc hes even limp.  His hairless balls hung hugely like
tennis balls below his cock.
	Finished with his shower, he wrapped one of his big towels around
the boys body, drying him off.  By now, the boy was sobering up, so he
quickly took over the drying for Chris.  Chris stepped into his room,
removed his sodden pants and underwear, then pulled on a pair of loose
cotton flannel shor ts.  Then the two went back downstairs to the sofa, and
Chris deposited the underwear with the jeans and the other towels and
turned on the washer.  When he returned to the sofa, Steve was still
sitting there, with only the towel around his waist.  Chris sat down beside
him.
	"How do you feel, Steve?"
	"Like shit."
	Chris laughed, then pulled the boy down beside him.
	"I'm really sorry Chris.  I totally fucked up, I know.  When my
clothes are dry, I'll leave."
	"Well, that is the consequence of your disobeying my rules.  But
stay here tonight.  We'll talk about this in the morning."
	As they sat, Chris ran his hand through Steve's damp hair, pulling
the boys head to his chest.  As Chris began to run his hand down the boy's
shoulder and side, he was surprised when Steve put his hand on his thigh,
just up from his knee.
	"I need to lie down, Chris.  I'm still feeling a little yucky."  As
he said this, he turned on the sofa, then lay down with his head in Chris's
lap.  For a moment, he looked trustingly up into Chris's face, then closed
his eyes.
	Chris ran one hand through the boy's hair, and rested the other on
Steve's smooth, tight chest.  Absentmindedly, Steve placed his hand on his
belly just above the towel, then moved it down over the towel and lightly
brushed against his cock.  As he moved his hand back to his belly, the
towel slip ped off a little, revealing his left hip and a little of his
cock.  Trying to act nonchalant, Steve squirmed a little, and the towel
fell completely off his body, fully revealing his soft cock and his balls.
Chris tried to avoid looking at the beautiful sight, but his eyes kept
roaming back to re vel in the sight.
	Slowly, Chris began to stroke the youthful chest and belly, each
stroke coming closer and closer to the little mound of pubic hair.  Now and
then, Steve would sigh contentedly, and smile, his eyes still closed as
though he were sleeping.  Finally, Chris moved his hand onto the soft mound
of black hair, resting it their.  Steve sighed happily, and lifted his hips
into Chris's hand.  His cock was slowly beginning to stir.  He opened his
eyes and looked up at Chris.
	"Please?" Steve whispered quietly.  Chris smiled and moved his hand
lower, finally cupping Steve's budding manhood in his warm hand.  Steve
rolled his eyes back in his head, then sighed again.
	As Chris fondled Steve's cock, and rolled his balls in his fingers,
Steve's cock began to swell.  Steve turned his head to the side and kissed
Chris's hard belly.  Chris continued to rub the youth's cock gently with
his hand, pausing now and then to tug lightly on his smooth, silky balls or
to st roke his thigh.  By now, Steve's cock was rock hard, pulsing with
excitement.  Chris could feel that his own cock was hard, pressing into the
back of the boy's head.  Suddenly, the boy rolled into a sitting position,
and grinned sheepishly at Chris.
	"Lie down, Chris, make yourself a little more comfortable!"
	So Chris eased down on the sofa, his back leaning into the corner
between the arm and the back, with one foot on the floor, the other up on
the couch.  Then Steve lay back down, this time on his stomach, his cock
pressing against Chris's cotton clad cock, his chest against Chris's, and
nestled hi s face in Chris's neck.
	Chris smiled, and looked down at the boy's two smooth butt cheeks.
There was a little triangular indentation just where the crack began,
causing the cleft between the cheeks to look deeper than it was.  His
cheeks were dimpled cutely.  He ran his hand down the boy's back, then
cupped his ass in his hand, kneading it gently while firmly holding the
boy's shoulders with his other arm.  He felt Steve kiss his neck then nip
him playfully with his teeth.  He smiled again, then began to run his
finger down the boy's crack until the tip of his finger came in contact
with the top edge of his hol e.
	The youth groaned with delight, first grinding his hips into
Chris's then lifting his ass invitingly.  He pressed his finger slowly
against the sphincter until it was finally through, up to the first
knuckle.  Again Steve moaned lightly, trying to burrow his face deeper into
Chris's neck.  Lightl y at first, so lightly that Chris wasn't sure he was
doing it, the boy began to rock his hips, first into Chris then back.  But
his tempo picked up until there could be no doubt for Chris that the boy
was really enjoying having a finger inserted in his ass.  Carefully, he
pressed his finger in fur ther eliciting still more moans from Steve.
	Without warning, the boy pulled himself up so that Chris had to
pull his finger out.  He looked down at Chris with sleepy eyes, and a big
grin, then began to move forward on his knees until he straddled Chris's
chest.  His pulsing hard cock was now less than an inch from Chris's mouth.
Chris smi led, then opened his mouth and leaned his head forward, taking
the boy's cock head into his mouth.  Steve thrust his hips forward until
Chris could get no more cock into his mouth.  With Chris's head pinned
against the arm of the sofa, the boy arched his back, leaning backwards
until he was almost parallel with the sofa.  In this position, the skin of
his belly and chest was pulled taught.  Chris was amazed at the youth's
agility, and began to rub the taught belly and chest with one hand while
supporting the boy's buttocks with the other.  In his current position, the
boy was not able to r ock his hips, so Chris was left doing all the work
while the boy strained to support himself with his arms.  He inserted his
middle finger into the youth's ass, pressing it in as far as he could get
it.
	The boy's groans and moans became louder and louder until with one
last effort he shoved his hips forward into Chris's mouth and let out a
wild shout.  Chris felt the boy's youthful semen shoot into the back of his
throat, and quickly fill his mouth.  Then the boy could no longer hold his
position and fell back onto the sofa, panting and sighing.  Chris
extricated himself from beneath the boy, and stood up.
	"Please, Chris.  I want you to put your cock in my ass," Steve
whispered.  Then he reached up and yanked Chris's shorts off of him.  When
he saw the man's cock exposed to his view a momentary hesitation crossed
his eyes, then he smiled, reached up and grasped the cock in his hand,
stroking it a few times.  Releasing the cock, he weighed Chris's balls in
his hands.
	That was all that Chris was waiting for.  Stepping into the
bathroom, he returned a moment later with a tube of KY jelly in his hand.
Steve had moved so that he was lying on his back with his buttocks hanging
just a little off of the sofa.  Chris quickly lubed his cock, then reached
between the boy's legs and greased his youthful ass.  Grabbing the boy's
knees, he pulled them up, pressing until the youth's knees were against his
chest, then moved his cock into position.
	"Have you done this before?" The boy shook his head. "Then just
relax.  I'll go slow, so it won't hurt as much.  But I warn you, it will
hurt a bit!"  Then pushing against the boy's eager ass, he felt the
sphincter muscle tighten in resistance, then relax a little, just enough
for him to insert t he head of his organ.  The boy's eyes widened, then he
smiled.

	At this sign of readiness, Chris pushed further until nearly two
inches of his cock were imbedded in the young teen's ass.  The youth
grimaced, but his face relaxed when Chris stopped.
	"Go all the way, man."  Encouraged by the boy's bravery, Chris
pushed against the boy until all seven and a half inches of his thick cock
was inserted.
	"Oh, fuck, man.  That hurts... but I love it!  It feels so good to
have a dude's cock stuck all the way up my ass.  Fuck me, Chris!"
	Chris smiled at the ridiculous line, but obliged, pulling his cock
out until just his cock head was still in place, then pressing his cock in
again, a little faster this time.
	"Come on, man, faster!!"
	Chris shrugged, then pulled out and thrust in again with more
gusto.  Steve screamed a little in pain, then smiled.  "Yeah!  Like that!
Do it like that!"  Giving in to the eager youth, Chris began to shove his
cock in, pulling it out again, then slapping it home.  He felt his balls
slapping against the smooth young ass cheeks.  Each time he slammed home,
the boy would gasp, sometimes crying out, then moan "Yes!!"
	At last, Chris felt the familiar tension in his balls, pulling out
one last time, he drove himself for all he was worth into the young man's
eager ass, eliciting a loud shout of pleasure and of pain.  Then he felt
himself spew out his cum.
	"Wow, man!  I actually felt you cum inside me!  Fuckin' great!"
Steve shoved himself up and grabbed Chris around the neck, wrapping his
legs around the man's waist, and pulled himself up tight against his chest.
Then he planted his lips firmly against Chris's.  Chris merely stood there,
holding the boy to his body and eagerly kissed him back, his cock still
planted up the boy's chute.  When he felt himself soften, he gently pulled
himself out, then set the boy on the sofa.  He returned to the bathroom to
wash off his cock.
	When he returned to the living room, he saw the clock.  Nearly
midnight.  Taking the boy's hand, he headed for the stairs.
	"No sleeping bag for you, young man, you're gonna hafta sleep with
me tonight!"
	The boy smiled up at him.  "I've been wanting to for months now!"

	The next morning, Chris slept late.  When at last he awoke, Steve
was no longer in the bed with him.  He smiled as he remembered the boy
falling asleep in his arms.  Getting out of bed, he scratched the base of
his cock, then pulled on a pair of faded, Levi cutoffs. The side of the
jeans was torn nearly up to the waist band and the crotch was nearly
threadbare.  Walking down the stairs, he heard the sound of the television.
Steve was watching the Saturday morning cartoons.  Another neighborhood boy
was sitting with him on the couch.  David was a nice boy, the same age as
Steve, and had actually been the first of the neighborhood boys to visit
Chris when he moved in.  It was David who had helped him move in, and it
was David who had recommended that Steve stay with Chris on those weekends
when he was locked out of his house. Chris tousled the boys hair as he
walked into the kitch en to fix coffee.  The pot was already perking for
him, and he looked around amazed at the clean kitchen.  Steve had been busy
this morning.  He poured a cup of coffee then turned to walk back to the
living room.  Steve stood in the doorway watching him.
	"I cleaned up this morning."
	"So I see, thank you.  It looks very nice."
	"I'll fix you breakfast if you want, then I'll be going."
	"Let's talk about that, why don't we.  How do you feel this
morning?"
	"Not too bad, really.  I expected to have a really bad hangover,
but I don't."
	"OK, Steve, shut the door and sit down.  I'm pretty unhappy that
you broke my rules.  Have you told David what you did?  I thought I could
trust you, David vouched for you.  I told you the consequences if you
disobeyed."
	"Yes, I told David.  That's why he's here.  He's pretty mad at me,
right now.  I know the consequences, Chris.  I'll leave right now."  Steve
looked as though he were about to cry.
	"I've thought about this, though, son.  I've decided not to kick
you out.  But I do have to punish you somehow.  What do you think would be
fair."
	As soon as Chris had called him `son' Steve had smiled.  He
liked Chris, kind of thought of him as a father.  Knowing that he would not
have to leave, he grinned broadly.
	"I could come over here every night after school and cook for you.
You like my cooking!"
	"That would be a start, but I don't think it fits the crime.  I
need to give you a punishment that fits the seriousness of your offense."
	"I don't know, sir.  I'll settle for any punishment as long as I
know I don't have to leave."
	"Well, if you were my own son, I'd give you a real tanning."
	The boy's face fell, then he smiled tentatively.  "If that is what
you would do to your own son, then do it to me."
	"I'm not talking about a little swat, Steve.  I mean ten hard
whack's on your ass.  Let's go into the living room.  I think David should
have a say in your punishment, too.  You let him down, as well as me.  He
gave me his word that you would obey any rules I set."  As Chris stood up
to follow th e boy he took off his belt.  It was a heavy leather belt,
about an inch and a half wide, and thick, pliable from being worn a lot.
He folded it in half, then in half again, until it was about a foot long.
He tested it against his hand.  It smarted.
	When he got to the living room, Steve was waiting for him, looking
nervous.
	"David, you know Steve broke a rule here last night.  I've decided
he can continue to stay here, but that I'm going to punish him.  I've
decided to give him a whipping he'll remember the next time he thinks about
drinking in my home.  What do you think?"
	David looked a little embarrassed to be included in the decision.
"If that's what you think, Chris, than okay.  I'll wait in the kitchen."
	 "Huh uh," Chris said.  "You'll watch this.  He didn't just disobey
me, he caused your promise to me to be broken as well.  I won't have you
hit him, but I think it is fair that you see the punishment.  Steve, remove
your clothes.  Then come over here to the sofa and lie across my knees."
	Steve removed his jeans and his t-shirt.  He was only wearing a
jock.  Chris had intended to have him take off his underwear too, but when
he saw the jock, he decided that would be OK.  It wouldn't do to completely
humiliate him in front of David.  David stood by, looking embarrassed, but
Chris could see that he also was turned on by seeing his friend almost
naked.  The front of his sweat pants began to push out as his cock
hardened.
	Chris held the belt firmly in his hand, as Steve bent over his
knees.  He liked the feel of the boys well filled out jock against the bare
skin of his legs.  Taking careful aim, he swung the folded belt hard across
the boy's bare ass cheeks.  Steve cried out loudly.  Again, he took aim,
this blow landing just below the other.  His next blow landed just above
the first.  Now there were three bright red welts on the boy's bottom.
Steve sobbed quietly, crying out each time the belt fell.  Finally, with
the tenth blow, Chris put the belt down.  He looked over at David to see
the youth's eyes filled with tears.  "I think that's enough, don't you?"
	"Yes, sir."  He sniffled then walked over to where Steve still lay
across Chris's knees.  Laying his hand softly against his friend's back, he
asked, "Is there anything I can do, Steve?"
	Through his sobs, Steve shook his head.
	"David, upstairs in my bathroom is a jar of cold cream.  Go up and
get it for me."
	"Why, Chris?"

	"It'll make the pain go away sooner, and sooth the welts."
	David ran upstairs.  He returned a moment later with the jar and
handed it to Chris.  Chris removed the lid and started to dip his finger
into it.
	"Can I do it, Chris?  I feel like I need to do something."
	"Well, if you don't mind touching another boy's bottom, go ahead."
	David dipped his fingers into the ointment, then carefully touched
the cream to Steve's bright red ass.  The boy flinched, then relaxed as the
cool ointment began to sooth his raw bottom.  Chris watched David gently
rubbing the Steve's buttocks, massaging the cold cream gently into the
skin.  He could see that David was aroused, and he could feel Steve's cock
hardening against his leg.  His own cock was growing hard in his shorts.
Looking down, he saw that his shorts had ridden up his thigh, and his
testicles were hanging out in plain sight.  The bulge of his cock pressed
hard against the thin material of the crotch.  When he looked back up,
David was still rubbing Steve's ass, but his eyes were on Chris's balls.
He was smiling.
	When David had finally finished his chore, he stood up.  Steve got
to his feet then looked at Chris.  His eyes were still red from crying, and
there were tears on his cheeks.  Chris, too, stood up.
	"I love you... Dad.  I'll never disobey you again!"
	Chris smiled when the boy called him dad.  "Do what?  Now that is
over, I've put it out of my mind.  It's in the past, best to be forgotten."
Steve stepped forward, hugging Chris.  Chris put his arm around the boy's
shoulder, his other arm on the small of his back, and held him tight.  He
looked at David, then beckoned him over.  Removing his arm from Steve's
back he pulled David close to him, embracing the two boys.  Each embraced
him back.
	Finally he pulled away.  "Well, I've got to go for a run.  You two
stay here.  I'll be back in a while."

	An hour later, when he returned sweating from his run, Steve lay on
the floor, still wearing only his jock.  David lay beside him, carefully
running his hand down his friend's back and caressing his sore buns.  Chris
stood watching them for a while, a little jealous.  How he wanted to be the
one soothing Steve.  He also wouldn't mind caressing David's ass, for he
had always admired the boy's butt.  It had always seemed so pert.  Tearing
himself away from the scene in his living room, he headed upstairs to
shower.
	As he stood in the shower, he carefully lathered his crotch,
thinking of the boys downstairs.  He smiled, then rinsed off, and turned
off the water.
 Wrapping a towel around his waist, he combed his hair and shaved, then
stepped into his bed room.  He pulled on a pair of 501's, his favorite
pair.  The knees had long ago ripped out on both legs, and the material on
the right thigh was threadbare, torn in several places.  The crotch too was
torn, exposing his white briefs beneath.  Pulling on a sweater he walked
downstairs.  David was sitting on the sofa and Steve was still lying on the
floor with only his jock strap on.  They were listening to the stereo.
	"Still haven't dressed yet, huh, Steve?"
	"No sir.  My but hurts too much to put my jeans on."
	"That's okay.  I don't mind if David doesn't."
	He looked at David and the boy shook his head, averting his eyes.
Chris was sure the boy had been looking at Steve's ass which was not as red
as it had been earlier.  He got down on his knees beside Steve and rubbed
his hand across the boy's back, gently petting him.
	Steve rolled over on his side, and he looked into Chris's eyes,
then his eyes played across Chris's body, stopping when he saw the white
material of his briefs through the hole in his jeans.  Without thinking
about David's presence, he put his hand on Chris's knee, then ran it up his
leg, brushing lightly against Chris's cock.  He almost stopped, but then
remembered David and removed his hand and rolled back onto his stomach.
	Chris looked over at David who looked a little embarrassed, and
smiled.  Then he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.  He stopped at
the door, looked to check that neither youth was watching, and turned the
knob on the thermostat a little higher.  A half hour later he returned to
the living r oom.  The room was much warmer now.
	"Sure is getting warm," he said as he handed each boy a soda.  Then
he sat down beside David on the sofa.  Setting his Coke on the end table,
he pulled his sweater off, revealing his smooth chest.  He looked at David
again, and saw a little perspiration on the young man's forehead.  "If you
want to get comfortable, David, go ahead.  It's all right if you want to
take your sweatshirt off."
	The boy looked a little nervous, then leaned forward and pulled his
sweatshirt over his head.  Chris looked at the young boy's chest and
stomach, washboard hard, and smooth as silk, with no body hair yet, just a
little tuft under his arms.  He had two cute little nipples, smaller than
dimes, and hard as stone.
	The temperature in the room continued to climb, and soon
perspiration was running down Chris and David's chests.  Chris leaned back
on the sofa and closed his eyes, the rubbed a hand on his crotch, he was
sure that David was watching his little show.  Opening his eyes, he saw
David quickly turn his head away.  By now Steve was carefully watching the
two on the sofa.  He wanted to join them, but stayed away, not wanting to
anger Chris, and at the same time trusting that Chris would include him
soon enough.
	Acting as nonchalantly as possible, Chris put his hand on David's
knee.  The boy jumped, but Chris could see that the youth's cock was
beginning to push against the material of his sweatpants.  David leaned
back, imitating Chris.
	"I wonder why it's so hot in here?" Chris asked, then stood up and
unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to his feet and stepping out of
them.  Then he walked over to the thermostat.  "Damn, it's almost 90 in
here!  I wonder how this got turned up."  He turned it back down to a
reasonable setting and returned to his seat on the sofa.
	"You might as well get comfortable, David.  It's going to take a
while for it to cool off in here."
	David looked at Steve, who smiled up at him and nodded, then looked
at Chris who smiled.  "I... I can't.  I'm not wearing any underwear!"
	"Oh.  That's okay, David, we don't mind!  If it will make you more
comfortable, I'll take mine off too!"  Then Chris grabbed his shorts and
slid them to the ground.  His soft cock hung between his legs.  "Actually,
I usually am nude around here when you boys aren't around."
	David gawked at Chris for a moment, then looked back at Steve.
Finally, he shrugged, and slowly pulled his sweats down to the floor, then
sat down again.  Chris looked over at the boy's naked body.  He had the
smallest tuft of sandy blond pubic hair above his cock.  Chris was
surprised at the si ze of this youth's manhood.  He remembered back to when
he was 14.  He had always been embarrassed that his cock was small.  But
both Steve and David had quite well developed pricks.  Both of them were as
big as Chris now was.  But the skin of their cocks was smooth, childlike
still.  David's balls were nicely formed, though not as big as Steve's.
Like Steve's they were hairless.
	For a while the three listened to the stereo.  Finally, the CD
ended.  David stood up and went to put in another CD, and while he did,
Steve got up and sat down close beside Chris so that their bodies were
touching.  David turned around and saw the two and smiled.
	"Hey, Steve.  Why don't you take off that Jock?" David asked.  "I
mean, the two of us are naked.  What are you afraid of?"
	With that taunt, Steve stripped his jock off and flung it in
David's face.  The boy caught it, then held it to his nose for a second,
and smiled broadly.  He walked over to sit down beside Steve, as close as
he could.  As soon as he sat down, Steve put his hand on his friend's
thigh, then ran his hand up until it was nearly in the boy's groin.  As the
three listened to the music, he reached out his fingers and began to tickle
and play with David's balls.
	Chris stood up.  "I'll get us a couple more cokes, okay, kids?"
Then he walked into the kitchen.  David whispered something in Steve's
ears.  As Chris returned to the room, Steve stood up and walked into the
bathroom.  Chris handed David his coke, then sat down.  As Steve returned
from the bathroom, his hand brushed David's back.  When he got behind
Chris, he reached down and grabbed the man from behind, pinning him to the
sofa.
	"Hey!  What the..."
	David scooted over on the sofa and cupped his hand around Chris's
soft cock, and bent down and took one of his nipples in his mouth.  Chris
freed himself from Steve's grip and jumped to his feet.
	"So you boys want to play, do you?  And it seems you like it
rough!"  The two boys grinned back at him.  "Well then.  We play by my
rules, then, okay?"  The two boys grinned even wider and nodded their
heads.
	"Okay!!!"
	"All right.  Who's gonna be first?"
	"For what?" David asked.
	"You'll see!  And since you spoke first, I'll let you go first!"
	He opened the closet and rummaged around, finally coming out with a
length of rope and a first aid kit.  He took David by the shoulders and
walked him around to stand in front of the sofa, then sat down.  Reaching
for the youth's hands, he wrapped each wrist with gauze from the first aid
kit.  Next he took the rope and tied the boy's wrists together.  He could
see that David was getting nervous.  "Don't be nervous, David.  At any
time, if you want me to stop, just say so, and we will.  But you did say
you wanted to play rough!"
	Finally he had the boy sit on the sofa, then pulled the boys arms
up over his head and back behind the sofa.  He pulled the rope down to the
floor, tying it around the foot of the couch.  This forced the boy to rise
up out of the sitting position, his back against the top of the back of the
sofa, and his feet still on the ground.  It pulled his skin taught, as he
arched over backwards.  His head hung back over the edge of the sofa.
	"Now Steve, I think you know what to do!"
	Steve walked up to his friends face and wriggled his soft cock in
front of the boy, slapping his cheeks with it.  David opened his mouth, and
Steve slid his cock in, and slowly rocked his hips forward and back.  His
soft cock quickly swelled to become fully erect in his friend's hot mouth.
By now, David too, was hard as rock.  Chris knelt beside him on the sofa,
one foot on the ground.  He began to stroke the taught skin of the youth's
belly and chest, closing his mouth around one pert, hard nipple.  He felt
David trying to squirm beneath him, but in his position, he could not move
much.  As he took turns sucking on one nipple then the other, he ran his
hands softly through the boy's armpits.
	Meanwhile, Steve was slowly rocking back and forth, enjoying the
feeling of his friend's hot mouth slowly moving on his cock.  He reached
out one hand and gently stroked David's cheek and throat, then Chris's
back.
	Chris, finished exciting David's cute, pert nipples, slowly and
lightly kissed his way down David's belly, fondling the boy's hairless
balls in his hand.  He mouthed the mound of light pubic hair, scraping his
teeth along the soft flesh underneath the hair.  David tried arching his
back further t o press his hips up into Chris's face.
	At last, Chris came to what he hungered for.  Closing his mouth
around David's hard shaft, he quickly moved his head up and down, twisting
from side to side as he did.  He could hear David moaning as he worked the
boy's cock.
	David's moans aroused Steve even more, and he began to pump his
friend's mouth faster and faster.  He felt the tension rising within him.
He looked down at Chris who looked up at him.  Chris stopped sucking on
David long enough to tell Steve not to come in his friend's mouth, then
went back to his tasty meal.  He could feel David growing tenser beneath
him, and knew the young stallion was getting close.  Just as he tasted the
first sweet spray of teenage cum in his mouth, Steve pulled from David's
mouth, then moved his ass over David nose and shot his load down the
prisoner's chest and belly.  His first shot hit Chris in the side of the
face just beside his mouth.  As he began to back off of David, he was
shocked to feel the boy's tongue on his ass.  He stopped long enough to
work the last drop of cum from his cock as his friend tentatively licked
his hole.  Then he pulled back.  David took his soft cock for one last
moment in his mouth, then Steve stood up.
	By now Chris had sucked the last drop of cum from David's young
cock.  He was surprised to see that the boy didn't not fully soften,
staying partially erect.
	"Time to let you up, Davey!  You must be getting more than a little
sore!"  Quickly, he loosened the rope around the sofa, leaving David's hand
tied.
	"Well, now.  What shall we do with you, Steve?  Any ideas David?"
David shook his head.
	"How's your ass, Steve?  Too sore?"  Steve smiled then shook his
head.
	"I think I could handle that, Chris!"
	Protecting Steve's wrists like he had David's, Chris soon had the
youth tied up.  Instead of arching his back over the sofa, he had Steve
stand behind the sofa and bend down over it.  Then he tied Steve's hands to
the front of the sofa.
	"Here's what you are going to do, David.  You see Steve's little
butt?  I think he needs to have you fuck him!"
	Getting his lubricant, he greased David's cock and then Steve's
ass.  Then he positioned David in front of his friend's ass and pushed him
forward until the tip of David's cock was touching the boy's hole.  "I
think you know what to do from here."
	Then Chris walked around in front of the imprisoned boy, and
grabbed his hair.  He pulled his head up until he was looking at Chris's
cock, but kept his cock just out of the youth's reach.  "Go ahead, David!
But go real slow at first, until you're in.  We don't want to hurt him."
	David began to press against his friend's ass.  At first he felt
resistance, then the head of his prick passed between the walls of Steve's
ass.  Slowly, he pushed himself in, until he could push no further.  When
Chris could see that Steve was no longer grimacing in pain, he pushed his
cock into the boy's mouth.  As David began to fuck Steve's ass, Chris
fucked his mouth.
	David had never had sex with anyone before.  He had thought that
getting his cock sucked by Chris was the hottest experience he'd ever have,
but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Steve's tight ass squeezing
against his prick.  The heat of the boy's ass combined with the pressure of
the sphincter muscle quickly brought the tension in his loins to fever
pitch.
	Meanwhile, Chris was busy working on his own tensions.  As he
fucked his young roomie's mouth, he watched the other young boy fucking
Steve's ass.  David had closed his eyes, a rapt, ecstatic look on his face.
The muscles on his chest rippled with the effort of plowing the immobilized
youth.  The combined view of youthful ecstasy and young, rippling muscles
brought Chris's passion to a height.  Shoving his cock forward into Steve's
mouth as far as he could, his balls clinched and moments later he shot his
load deep into the boy's throat.
	Steve worked valiantly to swallow all the cum that filled his
throat, but his position made it difficult to swallow.  Cum leaked out the
side of his mouth and ran down his throat until it dropped onto the carpet.
Finally, spent from his efforts, Chris pulled out.  He fell to his knees
and placed his hands on each side of Steve's face then kissed him.  Above
their head, David thrust forward one last time, burying his cock deep in
his friend's hole, his balls tight between his thighs and Steve's buns.
When he had shot the last drop of his cum, he fell forward onto Steve's
back, exhausted.  His cock quickly grew limp in his friend's ass.

	Later, the three sat together watching television.  A couple of
times, the boys asked Chris to untie their wrists, but he merely shook his
head and smiled.  During their play, they had missed the first half of the
football game.  When the game was over, Chris stood up.
	"I'm ready for a little more play, how about you boys?"
	The two youths looked at each other and grinned.  Together they
nodded.
	"Okay, then.  Stand up."  He quickly untied their wrists, then tied
them again behind their backs.  Then he tied them together, chest to chest,
with the remainder of the rope.  He forced the two to their knees.
	Standing in front of the two boys, he shook his soft cock in their
faces.  Steve leaned forward and kissed the older man's cock at it's base.
David followed suit.  Soon, Chris's cock began to rise as it filled with
blood.  David moved his mouth and took Chris's cock between his lips.
Steve dropped his head and reached out his tongue to lap at Chris's balls.
Then, as David sucked on the head of the older man's cock, Steve wrapped
his lips around the side of the shaft.  As Steve moved his face out towards
the head, David relinquished his place, and moved down the opposite side,
while Steve took his place sucking on the head.  Chris felt himself quickly
becoming more excited.
	The two boys took turns sucking on his cock and balls.  At last,
Chris felt himself ready to cum.  Pulling himself away fromt the two eager
young mouths, the two boys vied with each other to drink his cum.  Chris
reached down and jerked his cock.  Finally, his balls tensed.
	The first string of cum shot out of his cock, hitting Steve fully
in the face.  The second struck David.  Then the two boys turned to lick
each other's faces.  They finished by kissing each other as they fell
forward on their face.  They remained tied to each other as they
experienced the pleasures of kissing each other.  Chris sat down, feeling
turned on by the sight of the two boys' lips locked together.
	The two youths began to rub their crotches together.  The sounds of
their humping rose in intensity.  Steve opened his mouth, and David quickly
pressed his tongue into the open cavity.  As they continued rubbing, Chris
stroked his limp cock.  Soon, the two boys were groaning loudly.  "Ohh,
ummmm.  . unnnngggghhhh!!!!!."
	As quickly as they had begun humping, their movement ceased, their
energy spent as they came on each other's belly.  When Chris untied the two
boys, they wrapped their arms around each other, hugging each other closely
and kissed each other hungrily.
	"David, why don't you call your folks and ask to see if you can
stay for dinner, and spend the night?"