Getting Eric

Chapter Seventeen - Just Between Friends

(It's now Saturday afternoon of Eric's last weekend before leaving for Riverton and a new job. He, Yancy, and Patrick have just finished their first ever three-way and now lie exhausted on Eric's bed.)

We lay there for a while coming down from our sexual highs. Our bodies were close together and it felt really good. Suddenly Patrick started sitting up. He shook his head like he was getting the cobwebs out.

"Damn, Eric. That thing of yours has made me need to take a crap."

"Go ahead," I said, "it'll probably do you a world of good."

Yancy giggled.

Patrick was up now, standing beside the bed. His dick was right in line with my face. "Eric, that thing of yours was a monster. I swear, I don't know how you even manage to walk around with that."

"I get lots of exercise, that's how."

"Whew. I never had anything like that before. It even seemed to grow more once you were inside me." He shook himself and I watched his dick move. I don't know why I was suddenly fascinated with it. He turned and made his way to the bathroom.

"Well I'll work on getting you opened up better. You'll enjoy it even more next time." I looked over at Yancy and grinned. "That was pretty good, wasn't it?"

He nodded happily, like a little kid.

Then from the bathroom we heard Patrick. "DAMN! You should see the size of the thing that just came out of me! I don't know what you did, but taking a dump now is going to feel very different than it ever has."

Yancy giggled and called to him, "Cheer up, Patrick. We all learn to do hard things. I had to learn how to blow you, and I never objected."

"But Yancy, you liked doing that. I don't know if I like being fucked or not."

"Maybe it's an acquired taste. But the more you try it the more you'll like it."

Yancy snuggled close and whispered, "Maybe we could have orgies in your apartment over in Riverton."

"You'll move in with me, right?"

"But I don't have a job there."

"But you can find a job, right?"

"I'll sure try."

That made me think of Max Bockstrop, and I needed to know for sure Yancy was not going to get involved with that job offer there.

We heard the toilet flush, and Patrick came back in, his dick swinging long between his legs.

"Looks like you enjoyed that dump after all" I said.

He flushed, then mumbled something about it being just a natural reaction. He crawled back on the bed beside us, then rolled on his side next to Yancy. Looking across at me he said, "Since you'll be looking for a place to stay in Riverton, would you like to stay at my house in Cottonwood while you're looking? I know my folks won't mind. I'm only about 15 minutes away."

That was really nice of him. "Thanks, Patrick."

"You'd have to share my bed, if you think you could contain yourself being that close to me. I wouldn't want a repeat of what we did just now, with my folks in the house." He snickered.

"Careful there, Patrick" I said, reaching over and slapping him on the butt. "I bet you'd really need some servicing if you had me beside you all night."

"Hey I ain't the one here who's gay."

"Really?" Yancy asked. "You could have fooled me. Just remember you're the one who wanted me to blow you. I mean wanted it really bad. Man, I made you beg for it. And some days you couldn't get enough."

"I'm in a mood right now to get blown, and so get your sweet lips over here and show me what you've got."

"You know what I've got, and you ain't getting any until you start acting right. So show Eric if your butt has recovered from what we did a little earlier."

He just frowned at Yancy. I could sense a certain tension between them, a sort of tug of war to show who was the stronger.

"Go on, Patrick. Pull those butt cheeks apart so Eric can see your hole."

Actually since he had just taken a dump, I wasn't anxious to get that up close and personal with his butt at the moment, but Patrick reluctantly and with some grumbling did what Yancy told him. I took a cursory look, and to be truthful I found it interesting. His hole was red, obviously from where my bone had plundered him. I felt kind of proud of myself, although I probably couldn't have told anyone why. I took my hand and patted him on the cheeks, then slid it toward his hole.

"Nuh huh" he said shaking his head and turning over on his back. I saw that his dick was getting erect.

"You ready for another round?" I asked him.

Yancy giggled. "He's always ready. Right, Patrick?"

I realized there could be a back story on this. I asked them, "How long have you two known each other?"

Both started to answer, but Yancy got in first. "Since maybe the 6th grade. But it seems like we've always been friends."

With Yancy planning to move in with me, I wondered how that would affect their relationship. If Patrick had had his own place, would Yancy have preferred to move in with him instead of me?

I was pondering this relationship and wondered where it was leading, but I was interrupted by my cell phone.

The voice on the other end was so upset I couldn't be sure who the caller was. I rolled off the bed and sat in a chair, trying to concentrate. Finally I realized it was Reynolds.

"Reynolds, what's happened?"

"It's Vicky. Bockstrop came by and showed her pictures of me and the stuff he has me do in the office. The pictures were actually of him and me, but he cropped them so it's just me with some guy you can't exactly see very well. I was still at the pharmacy when he did it. So she called and told me to pack my things, that she didn't ever want to see me again. She said she wouldn't be able to stand for me to touch her after knowing I did that stuff."

"Maybe she'll calm down."

"I'm sure the nights when he made me take pills to prevent getting hard, she thought I was losing interest in her. So the pictures made sense to her."

I was stunned. I felt like he needed someone to talk to. It took me a minute to think what to say in reply. Finally I asked "Are you still down at the pharmacy?"

"Yes. Bockstrop left. That's when he went and told Vicky. He hasn't come back."

"Look, give me a little while and I'll come down. Maybe we can figure something out."

After I hung up I told the others, "Listen, guys, I need to go out. Something's come up. First though, I need to shower. You two want to see if we can all three fit in there?"

That turned out pretty well. Actually we were all over each other, and sometimes in a nice kind of way. By the time we were drying off, I think all of us were halfway hard. To be honest, I don't think Patrick ever lost that semi he had come back with after taking a crap.

Yancy seemed to enjoy our group shower the most. I think he got an equal amount of fun from running his hands over me as he did with Patrick.

"I'll be gone for awhile. Want me to drop you two somewhere? Or you can stay here if you like." We were getting dressed.

They decided to just hang around my place, so I took off for Bockstrop's Pharmacy.

Driving over alone gave me time to think. I knew Bockstrop had pictures and video of me as well as Reynolds, but somehow he had never used them on me. I smiled to myself, thinking maybe I just wasn't his type.

When I got to the pharmacy, Reynolds met me at the door and hurried me back outside.

"Let's sit in your car. I just have to get out of this place."

He really looked bad. His face was pale and drawn; his hands clenched and unclenched.

Once we were seated in my car, I asked him "Why would Bockstrop do something like that?"

He started rubbing his hands together like they were cold. "I don't know. Maybe I caused some of it. He came in this morning with this really young guy and told me he would begin to take my place. Well you know what that means, and I didn't want that kid to get caught in the trap I was caught in, so after the kid left I told Bockstrop I was going to tell the kid the truth about my job so he wouldn't take it."

"Was this kid named Yancy?"

"Yeah. How did you know?"

"I know him and I told him to not take the job."

"Well anyhow Bockstrop was furious. He got busy in his office and then stormed out. He must have gone straight to my house and told Vicky everything, and showed her the pictures. I was just working here and out of the blue she called. Eric, I could tell from her voice that something was terribly wrong."

"How did you and she leave things?"

"She wants me out of the house and she says she'll file for divorce. She says she never wants me to touch her again."

I felt so sorry for him. "That's terrible, Reynolds."

I put my hand on his shoulder. He cringed away.

"I was just..." I tried to explain.

"I know what you were doing. Don't you think I know what guys want when they start doing that?" The look in his eyes was almost one of terror.

"Reynolds, calm down. You wanted to talk to me. I thought I could help you."

He caught his breath, then looked down into his hands and seemed to be calmer.

"You're right. Sorry, Eric. He has forced me into so much stuff, and when Vicky started acting cold to me, I think I got things all mixed up in my head. It was like I didn't know what I enjoyed and what I hated."

I could certainly understand that. Although I was moving sexually in a different direction, I understand how feelings can change.

"Are you going to quit your job?"

"That's the problem, Eric. I can't quit. He really pays me well, and if Vicky wants a divorce I'll have to pay alimony."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Listen. He's big around here. He has more pull, and he could make sure nobody else ever hired me. Plus based on that stag dinner club he belongs to, he's got pull with a bunch of judges. That could go bad for me when Vicky sues for divorce."

"I'm sorry, Reynolds. You seem to be such a nice guy. That's too bad about your marriage."

"At least thankfully we didn't have any kids. But, now that I think about it, maybe we didn't because he was draining my balls so constantly I didn't have time to build up much of a sperm count."

He sort of sighed.

"But won't it be hell to go in every day knowing he broke up your marriage?"

He considered that for a second. "Well if he's going to continue draining me, maybe I'll actually rest better not having a wife who expects some sexual attention from me."

I wouldn't want anybody to know this, but I actually began to bone up, thinking of Bockstrop draining him dry all the time. I mean I couldn't ever do something like that to Yancy because I really care for him, but suddenly I could picture doing to Reynolds what Bockstrop did, having him sit in my lap while I made him ride up and down on my bone until he shot off in all directions. And then to start jacking him and not letting him get away. I let out a suspiciously sexual sigh. He shot me a quick glance.

"What's getting you so boned?" He was frowning.

I moved away slightly, but that just exposed my bone that much more. I had never put my jock back on, so the head of my bone was fully outlined against my trouser leg.

"Sorry."

He sighed. "That's ok. Stuff like that happens to me too. And now without Vicky, I guess things will bone me up a lot more, at least on days where Bockstrop leaves me alone."

"You think he'll do that?" I wondered what could make him change his pattern.

"Well...you know... the new guy. He'll be using him for some of that. I'd like to have a day where I could feel like it's me boning up and not his medicine in me that's doing it. Also, quite frankly, sometimes my dick really does need a rest. I mean when he starts repeatedly jacking me, I almost lose some skin, and end up with sore places. At least I won't have to hide that from Vicky any more."

The images in my mind were making me even harder.

But before we could go any further, I saw Max Bockstrop coming up to my car. I couldn't tell if he was mad or just determined. He came up to my window and leaned in.

"Reynolds, you're supposed to be on duty. Get back in the stored and start working." His voice was like a whip, and Reynolds winced.

Then turning to me, he said "I understand you had something to do with your young friend declining my job offer. Well, I just want to let you know he will be working here now. The contract has been signed."

"That can't be. He said he hadn't signed it."

"That's true, but just now I went to his mother. When she had the chance to meet me in person and hear what a good salary the boy will be making, she signed for him. Although he's just turned 18, she still is his legal guardian until he turns 21. So her name on the dotted line was all it took. He starts here Monday." He waved a piece of paper in front of me.

Reynolds started to get out, but I threw the back of my arm across his chest to keep him there a moment longer.

"Wait! Listen Mr. Bockstrop, what can I do to make you void the contract?"

"Nothing. I have absolutely no intention of voiding it. Now Reynolds, get back inside, get naked and be on your hands and knees on the center table in my office when I get in there."

Reynolds jumped out of the car and hurried in. Bockstrop had a smug smile on his face watching him disappear inside. Then he turned to me, leaning in with his face close to mine.

"You will learn never to mess with me, got it?"

Then he pulled out, and headed into the pharmacy as I started the engine.

The ride home gave me a chance to think. I hated to be the one to tell Yancy what his mother had done, but I figured he needed to know since we were all making plans for the future. However when I got home, I got the surprise of my life when I opened the front door. There on my sofa sat Gordon and Isaac, chatting away with Patrick and Yancy.

I glared at Gordon and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yancy realized it was a mistake. He hurriedly said "They knocked on the door and I opened it and they came in."

Isaac grinned mischievously. "Well you showed us where you lived when you let us park out front this morning."

"Ah yes" Gordon added, "our little threesome has paid big dividends."

Yancy frowned at me like I had done a bad thing. "Yeah" he asked, "what about that?"

"What can I say?" I admitted, "Gordon gives good blow jobs. Want him to give you a sample?"

"Yes" Gordon said enthusiastically. "Yes indeed. In fact let me show you now."

"He'll pay you" Isaac chimed in eagerly. "He pays me for mine." He looked so anxious to tell us about this. It was like he had found a new job. Well for him I guess he had. He went on, "And if I jack off when he's not around, I keep it in a small plastic bottle in the refrigerator until I see him again. We've got it all worked out." He had his hand now squeezing his crotch. I thought to myself that Gordon was really going to love having him around.

"No thanks" Yancy said, and gave me a meaningful look. "I don't let strangers blow me, or go in for threesomes with people I've only met."

"But I saw you last night at the stag dinner. I feel like we're old friends." Gordon was really warming to the occasion.

Yancy declined. I told them, "I need to talk to Yancy alone. Something's come up. We'll go in the back. This won't take long."

Gordon turned to Patrick. "I'll gladly pay you for yours, too, if you could provide it on a regular basis."

"I'm not from around here" he said. "I'm just visiting this weekend. In fact I have to go back in the morning.'

Yancy looked up hurriedly. "In the morning? You can't wait until tomorrow night?"

"No, I have a job interview on Monday morning, and I want to be ready for it. It's important."

"Well I wish I'd known that before now."

"If you had been here last night, or if we could have reached you, you'd have known."

I hated to see them starting to get riled up. "Come on in the back, Yancy." Turning to the others, I said "Catch you in a minute."

As I closed the bedroom door behind us, I could hear Gordon saying, "Sperm from a red head...a tall red head with large feet...that would be a new experience."

Before I could start telling Yancy the bad news, he lit into me saying "A threesome? I thought you and me and Patrick was a threesome. Why did you go do that, Eric?"

"I'm sorry, Yancy. Once we're really together I'll make sure it never happens again. I promise."

He seemed to more or less accept that. I was flattered he thought of us as a couple, a couple with Patrick who wouldn't share with outsiders. But then I had to tell him what Bockstrop had done by getting his mother to sign the contract. Yancy looked like all the color was draining out of his face. He sat down suddenly on the bed, and I sat beside him, putting my arm around him. He shivered.

"I want to go with you, Eric. I don't want to have to stay here. And now that I know what he's like, I don't want to work for that man. Please don't leave me behind."

"I won't leave you, Yancy." My hand touched his shoulder and he leaned in close to me. "We'll come up with something. There's bound to be some way to get out of that contract."

He stood up. "I want to go home. Maybe I can talk to my mother and she can help me think of a way out."

I nodded. For now I guess that was all we could do. We went back up front. Patrick could tell right away something was wrong. Gordon seemed to be in his own little world, looking at Patrick with undisguised lust. Isaac was just playing with his crotch for the moment. I guess he was hoping to milk out one more load for Gordon this afternoon.

Yancy said "I have to go home. I need to talk to my mother about something really important."

"And I need to ask you two to go now." I indicated Gordon and Isaac. "I'll need to take him home."

"What's up?" Patrick asked.

"I'll tell you about it later" I said.

Gordon roused himself from his reverie. "Oh? Well Isaac and I can take him home, can't we Isaac?" Then he turned to Patrick. "We can take you along, too. My proposition still stands if you'd like to carry a bottle along to collect your stuff in."

"I don't do that" Patrick said.

"And I think Patrick should stay here. There'll be less confusion if Yancy sees his mother by himself."

They left shortly. The room seemed awfully empty with just Patrick and me in it. We both sat down on the sofa. I decided to try something.

"How about I help you open your hole, now that we're alone. It'll make the sex easier for you."

Patrick frowned. "Why don't I open your hole instead? I've got something that can plow its way through concrete, so your hole wouldn't stand a chance."

"Come on, Patrick. You know you like it. You know it turned you on. That pole of yours practically danced while I was plowing you."

"I'm not gay."

"Right. You beg Yancy to suck your dick, but you're not gay."

"I don't suck dicks."

"But you sucked mine just a little while ago."

"Not all the way. That doesn't count. It only counts if you go all the way."

"Let's go back in the bedroom. I want to open your butt up some more."

I was surprised when he got up and followed me there. I got him to slip out of his clothes, then got out of mine as well. It felt good. I was hanging long, but not truly boned yet. His was responding well.

"You said last night you were an enema expert. You want to go in there and give yourself one now before we start?"

"Why, do I have to?"

I bent over, touched his dick, and slipped it in my mouth. My tongue ran over the head and I gave a strong suck, and he was totally hard. I pulled off and looked at him with a smile.

"Yes, Patrick, you have to."

He was totally boned. I knew I had him. I followed him into the bathroom and watched as he prepared the soapy water. It was funny watching him try to connect the nozzle into his butt. He kept missing the spot.

"Once I get you opened up good, you won't have any trouble finding the spot" I said. He gave me a dirty look. His hard dick just started at me. I reached out and grasped it. He drew in his breath suddenly, still working to get the nozzle inside.

"Don't" he said quietly. "I don't want my bone jerked."

I leaned down again and took it back in my mouth. I used my tongue to press the underside of the head, and found the spot that sent electricity from his dick all the way to his nuts.

He gasped and shuddered, then said "I got it in me now."

I stepped back and watched as he let the liquid flow into his body. When he was full he sat down on the toilet seat. He gave me an embarrassed look.

"Nobody ever watched you taking a crap before?" I asked.

He was really embarrassed, but I figured it was better to let him understand I was in charge. He shook his head ruefully, moving his lips in a `no'.

"Keep looking at me, Patrick" I said. "Don't shield your eyes. Look right into mine."

I could hear the sound of the liquid going into the bowl. I knew he was totally under my command now. Making somebody take a crap while you watch is the final victory over the other guy. He's got no pride left after that -- in fact you can then do pretty much whatever you want to him and he'll take it. Deep down inside he might not like it, but his pride's gone and he'll take it.

When he was clean, we went back into the bedroom. Before I put him down on the bed, I made him face me. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked directly into his face.

"I'm going to suck that head of yours, just the tip, and then face you down with your legs spread. I'll pull that hard dick of yours back to me, and while I'm opening your hole, I'll play with the tip of the head and with your balls. But don't get your hopes up about shooting off. The next time you shoot it'll either be me fucking you and Yancy blowing you. OK?"

He nodded. His eyes looked into mine. I knew I had reached him. Sex has a way of doing that with guys.

Once he was flat on his stomach with his legs spread wide, I slipped a small pillow under his pelvis to give me better access to his hole. His hard dick looked great pointing back, pushing against the bed covers wanting to be able to pop back up against his stomach. But I was going to keep it facing my way for a good while.

I lubed my fingers, then leaned close to his dick and licked the tip. He gasped. I took his balls in my mouth, sucking them together at first and then one at a time. He was really getting turned on.

"Now Patrick, here comes the hard part. I'm going to start with one finger and then move up slowly until we find your limit." I touched his puckered hole with lube. He squeezed his cheeks together.

"If you do that, it only makes it harder on you. I'll get in that hole, so you can't really win." I looked at his hole and had an idea. "You need to keep that hole shaved. It'll look a lot better with no hairs around it."

He didn't say anything. I figured I'd wait until I was at his house to take the time to do that. He'd cooperate better if he didn't want his folks to know what we were up to.

The first finger went in fine. I wiggled it around inside him, enjoying the warmth as well as the tightness of the hole. Then I pulled it out, licked his head again, and started in with two. It wasn't until the third finger that he began to really resist.

"It's sore back thee. Those fingers hurt. It stretches me and it burns."

I smiled. "Well I could just ram my dick up there if you'd rather."

Patrick backed down quickly. I rubbed his ass cheeks. "You've got a great ass, Patrick."

"Thanks."

"Have you ever noticed how smooth Yancy's butt is?"

"Yeah. Even when we were younger and would go skinny dipping in the creek, I'd come up behind him and spank my hands across those smooth cheeks and he'd holler."

My conversation distracted him and I was able to get the three fingers in. I coned my hand to try for four. But before that, I went back in with one finger and felt around inside him. There's something fascinating about being inside a guy. He gave little gulps and sounds as I scoped around in there, finally hitting the prostate I guess. It was a small mushy thing but his dick spit some precum when I did that. He let out a sensuous moan.

My cell phone rang abruptly. I pulled my finger out and picked it up. Patrick rolled onto his back, his bone now rigid and achingly hard.

"Hello?"

It was Bockstrop. "I have a proposition for you. Do you want me to void Yancy's contract?"

"Of course."

"Then be here at 7. If you do what I want, you can leave with the contract in your hand. You can burn it, tear it up, give it to your buddy, whatever."

"But what do I have to do?"

"I've got two cameramen here and we are making a special kind of movie. I want to do a scene with you and Reynolds. That's all you need to know. Do you agree?"

Of course I did. I wanted to save Yancy. I would do anything for him.

Between then and seven o'clock, I got myself busy. First off, I called Reynolds at work. Fortunately whatever might be going on with him and Bockstrop, he was able to answer his cell.

"Reynolds, I'll be moving to Riverton. Would you like to take over my apartment for me?"

"That'd be great. I'm staying tonight with some kindly neighbors. But after that..."

"I'll talk to the apartment manager tomorrow. It shouldn't be a problem. I think I'll leave tomorrow so Sunday night you should be able to sleep here. I'll leave my furniture since I have to find a place over there first."

He was very appreciative. That prompted me to ask about the filming for tonight. He was quiet for a minute, which indicated he was not alone.

"I'll have to talk to you about that when you get here."

"Ok, until seven..." and I hung up.

Then I took Patrick over the Yancy's. They planned to go to a movie or something and he said he'd get back to my place on his own, so not to worry.

"I don't know how long this deal with Bockstrop will last" I explained.

Patrick just grinned. "Don't sweat it. If you're not here I'll do what I did last night and hunker down by your door until you arrive."

There was a twinkle in his eye. I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but I could tell we were feeling a lot closer to each other with everything that happened.

I grabbed myself a snack at the Subway near Bockstrop's Pharmacy, and waited for seven o'clock to arrive. The sun was setting across the square, so I looked out the picture window as I finished my sub.

The courthouse clock was striking the hour as I went into Bockstrop's place. A clerk behind the counter looked up. I said I was looking for Mr. Bockstrop, and he said "In the back. Way back in the annex."

I wasn't sure where that was, so he led me back to a spot near Bockstrop's office, and unlocked a door which led into a long narrow hall. As I headed down the hall, I heard him locking the door behind me. Whatever was going to happen, there was no way back now without a key.

I came to a large, heavy door. Pushing against it, I realized it seemed to have heavy padding on the other side, which made it difficultg to open. When I got it pushed far enough to step through, I was in a room with blinding lights. It was like a movie studio, with lights on stands, tripods, and frames. In the center was a long padded table, and on it lay Reynolds. He was naked.

"Here you are" Bockstrop's voice boomed. He came over. There was always something intimidating about that man. It wasn't just his size or his voice, it seemed like he projected a personality that could steamroller its way to whatever he wanted.

"The first thing you need to do is get out of those clothes."

He directed me to a corner that had a makeup table with a mirror and some face cloths. Beside it was a clothes rack to hang my stuff on. Some guy around 30 came up and started looking at me. He watched me undress, which was sort of weird since he didn't say anything.

When I hung up my clothes he finally said "Wipe yourself good with those cloths. You'll sweat under the lights, and we don't want you looking oily. You're supposed to be giving the other guy a massage. He's supposed to look oily, not you."

Then he reached out and took my face in his hands. "Nice features. You'll do fine in this." Then he turned to Bockstrop. "He'll do better than that last one."

I looked puzzled.

"My nephew just isn't cut out for films" Bockstrop said.

So he had been trying Kevin out in the role I now had inherited. I knew I was better endowed than he was, but it's good the guy liked my features better too. I automatically stood a little taller and held my shoulders a little straighter.

The two of them outlined what I was supposed to do. But Bockstrop wanted some things done in a particular way. The camera was supposed to start out with Reynolds' face, looking down his body, and I was working with his butt. But the camera wouldn't show my hands at first, wouldn't show what was going on back there.

"We want you with a towel wrapped around your waist" the other guy said. He put a silver six inch dildo on a tray beside Reynolds.

"You'll alternate using your fingers and using this. All the audience will see are your hands reaching into the tray for the dildo, and then replacing it in the tray. The camera looks over Reynolds' head and down his body, but stays up here in front. Can you get yourself hard before we start? One of Max's aides can help you get hard if you need it."

I didn't want some stranger getting me hard. I went over by Reynolds and spoke to him, then stroked myself hard right where he could watch me. Reynolds appreciated that, I think.

Then the filming started. But it would start and then stop, they'd change the lighting, they'd wipe my face and use some makeup on Reynolds' face, and we'd try again. My poor dick. It would be up and then go down and then when filming resumed I'd get it hard again.

It wasn't until time to start showing more of me that things got interesting. Reynolds was to get on all fours, and the camera would look under him to where my hands would be working his dick and thrusting the dildo in him. This wasn't fake by this point. I really had to get the thing inserted, and make it all look smooth.

Then my towel was to fall off (they had a thin string attached so they could pull it off but it looked natural) and then my erection stood long and proud. One of the camera guys zoomed in close while the other one concentrated on my hand movements with Reynolds' nipples and the dildo movement.

Poor Reynolds. He seemed to be exhausted. That's understandable. If they had tried it with Kevin in my part earlier, then his butt and his dick must be worn out. During one break I told him he had my sympathy.

"That's ok, just as long as I've got your apartment when you go."

"So you're staying on here with Bockstrop?"

"I don't have much choice. And hey, it's not all that bad. Now that he's into movies, maybe he'll treat me a lot better. After all, I'm his star property now."

I hoped for his sake that he was right.

Anyhow we finally got to the big climax. Typical Bockstrop, I was to bounce Reynolds up and down off my bone while he sat in my lap, and then as he built up speed I was to jack him like crazy. Bockstrop had some notion we could work it so I'd cum as I lifted him off my pole and people could see me shooting just before Reynolds came too. Naturally that proved impossible.

By ten thirty we had gotten the final shot -- in more ways than one. But I was exhausted and Reynolds was too. Bockstrop came over to congratulate us. He handed me the contract Yancy's mother had signed.

"Here, Eric. And let me say that with your endowment, you could make a fortune in films. Seeing that thing fire off is truly an experience."

Reynolds gave an appreciative laugh. "I thought I was ready for anything, but when you plowed that bone up me I thought I was going to jump off your lap and sit down in a bucket of water just to get some relief. Have you ever thought of downsizing that thing?"

"Never" Bockstrop said. "It could be his way to fame and fortune."

They both laughed and Bockstrop patted me on the butt. That would have felt good except it was Bockstrop doing it and I wanted to leave that man behind for good.

I thanked Bockstrop for giving me Yancy's contract, and shook hands with Reynolds, telling him I'd talk to him in the morning after I had talked to the apartment manager. Then I headed home.

Just as I thought, Patrick was sitting on his heels in the darkness beside my doorway. It felt good seeing him there. I realized I was attracted to him, but not the way I was with Yancy.

"Been waiting long?"

"Not really," he said. That meant it had been a while but that it was ok with him.

As we went inside, he asked "How was the movie business?"

I tried to tell him that porn isn't really very sexy if you're the one doing it. Everything was stop and start, nothing like it looks in the finished product. Then I asked, "Isn't Yancy coming over?"

"He decided to wait until tomorrow."

"And you decided not to go back until I can take you tomorrow night?"

He nodded. Then he looked at me in an odd way. "I got him to service me tonight. At the movies. On the back row. That was exciting. I don't know what I would have done if we'd been caught."

That was a surprise, but he seemed anxious to tell me.

"The best part was that we had to be very secret about it. So he couldn't make me do the usual crap he does before he relieves me of my load. No making me strip, no standing around naked by an open window, no enema, none of that. Just him down there between my legs, that hot little mouth doing its job, sucking that pole of mine for all he was worth."

"And you're telling me this because?"

Patrick gave a sneaky sort of grin. "Well...you'll be living at my house, in my room with me. I think I should get something in return for that."

"And that something is?"

"You know what I mean. When I need to blow my load, I need a mouth nearby. Like say at night when Yancy's far away."

"And if I do, do I get unlimited access to your ass?"

"You're not the one providing the room. I am."

I started to get undressed. He did the same thing. Finally the two of us were standing there in the bedroom, buck naked, facing each other. There was like an animal feeling going on. I could tell it and he could too.

I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, and then going backwards I pulled him across my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed. He started to struggle, but I grabbed his balls from the back side, and he quieted down.

"What do you say about that now?" I asked.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body. With my tight grip on his nuts, he didn't move.

"What do you say, Patrick? If I get your butt, I can make that thing of yours fire off while I'm fucking the shit out of you. You know that'll give you relief."

At first he didn't answer. Then I increased pressure on his nuts, and he replied.

"Hey -- ok ok I'll agree. But I still want some mouth action on my dick. Man, I live for that stuff. And I don't really enjoy getting it up the ass that much."

"That's because it's still new to you. By the time I find a place to live, you'll be so used to it you'll never remember you didn't like it at first."

He sighed and I let him go. He sat back beside me, shaking his head.

"Eric, you're something."

I pushed him down and got on beside him. We looked across at each other. Then I climbed on him, getting my body between his legs and on his chest. There was no dick action going on, just two guys in a sexual position. I looked down into his face.

"You're great, Patrick, you know that?"

He grinned, and licked his lips. That was all it took. I opened my mouth and suddenly we were kissing. I mean real kissing with lots if tongue. We were slobbering all over each other, but gravity was pulling mine down into him. He seemed to be loving every minute of it.

I realized I was getting hard. I reached down between us and found he was too. We were still tonguing each other.

That was when I made a decision. I pulled off him and rolled him over on his stomach. I parted his cheeks and took my tongue and began rimming him. I did it slowly at first, but when he started to moan I began to pull his cheeks wider apart so I could lick around in that bright pink area that was the entrance to untold pleasure.

He was writhing with ecstasy. I told him I was going in. I pulled on a rubber while still rimming him.

"Blow me first" Patrick pleaded. I could tell he was rock hard.

"Patrick if you haven't shot by the time I cum inside you, I'll certainly see what I can do."

"Please before you begin, at least kiss it. At least suck it like you did this afternoon. Roll the head around on your tongue. Man that was so awesome."

"I'm all prepared to go in and I can't stop now Patrick. Get ready for another big encounter."

We both rutted like animals, fast and hot and sweaty. Even though I had already cum a bunch of times today, I didn't last long inside that tight hole of his. And he shot too. He tried humping the bed as he shot, getting the most action out of his dick that he could.

Afterward we lay beside each other, both of us just looking up at the ceiling. Then a thought hit me.

"Patrick, did you tell me about you and Yancy and the movie just to make me jealous?"

"Maybe."

"Why?"

"I wanted some attention out of you, and I figured if you knew what we did, it would sort of spur you on in my direction."

I realized I would have to keep my eye on him. He could be tricky.

"I did it for another reason, too."

"What was that?"

"When you sucked on my dick this afternoon, it was the best feeling I ever had. You're a natural."

"You mean I'm just naturally a cock sucker?"

"I meant it in a nice way."

I got up. "I'm going to get a shower. I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed."

"Am I sleeping with you tonight?"

"If you want to. But I don't want to wake up and find your dick in my mouth."

"Naw, I'll wait until you're at my house for that." But he was grinning.

Later we lay side by side in my bed. It was a nice feeling. I knew tomorrow would be a big day with a lot to do. And I knew I would really have to work to make this three-way relationship successful.

A great sense of peace flowed over me. My journey of the last week was finally over. Maybe all the stuff I had been through had led finally to here. As I drifted off to sleep, I was thinking of Yancy...and Patrick.

(End of Chapter Seventeen)

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