Glory Hole Sagas

THE GLORY HOLE SAGAS Chapter Eighteen

Is My Date Tonight My Brother? Who Gives A Fuck? He's The Handsomest Man I Know! -~-~-~-~-

CHAPTER 18

I was very busy all day long on Wednesday, starting with an accidental meeting with Gus Williams in the Phys. Ed. Building while looking for my new fencing coach. We'd worked each other up in anticipation for our dinner date that night. Gus was one of the top men on the list to take my ass cherry, which had come to mean that I was seriously considering him as my first gay lover. Although I'd had a long time crush on my English teacher Jeff Hamilton, the man who had suggested I save my ass for a special man, I was a bit intimidated by him in a number of ways.

The former sailor was extremely wealthy, seemed to prefer older men, and I'd watched him dominate a man in a very rough scene through the glory hole. On the other hand, Jeff was kind and generous, creating a bogus scholarship so that my buddy Nick could stop hustling to support himself at college, and his body was a thing of beauty. His thirteen inch cock scared me a bit, but I suspected that if I DID ask him to deflower me, he would be gentle, at least during my first time.

Although Gus was thirty nine, he looked like he was under thirty: very well built and hairy as hell. He was always so well dressed whenever I met him in the T-room that I though he was a businessman from town and had been surprised to learn that he is a Phys. Ed. Instructor here at Williams' College. His seven cut inches is very fat, and he seemed to really like me, and the way I'd fucked his tight ass. He wasn't intimidated by my search for a boyfriend and had told me that he'd been in a relationship with a man in the past.

The main thing he has going for him was his looks: although I planned to be a writer, he was so fucking handsome that I could not think of a strong enough word for his looks. I though that he looked like a movie star, although he is totally masculine. He smoked a pipe with the same tobacco that my late father had used, which helped me relax with him.

Which brings me to my one worry: that we might be related. In fact, he might be my half brother, since we both have the most common last name in this part of the county, Williams. This fact had not worried me until I got back to my room to dress for our date, to find my very kinky gay roommate Matt brutally pounding the ass of a man with a leather mask on his head and his arms cuffed to the headboard and tit clamps making his nipples red. I was surprised to discover that his victim was not his newly initiated "slave", Harvey, but another Williams, Ralph, a neighbor in our dorm who looked eerily like my twin. I'd thought that Ralph was "Mister Vanilla", so was surprised that he was engaged in kinky shit, apparently enjoying his bondage and torture.

Ralph had seemed upset when I told them I was spending the night with Gus. He finally revealed that he and his brother and roommate Pete, who I'd never met, were illegitimate, not a big deal with Williams in our county, since the founder of the dynasty, my many great-grandfather Jeremiah had produced quite a few and openly recognized them, as had his eldest legitimate son, Jeremiah Junior, and many of his descendants. Jeremiah had been my late father's name and was my middle name. Simply put: in Williams County, the word "bastard" wasn't an insult so much as a description of one's ancestors.

Why my date with Gus had caused Ralph to react was that he knew that Gus was another "bastard Williams", and his half-brother. Gus had already told me that he was a "recognized bastard". Their dad was dead, and also named Jeremiah!

Although I had trouble imagining my father cheating on my mother, I began to wonder because Ralph and I looked so much alike. I got upset, thinking that my father being unfaithful to my mother.

Ralph pointed out: "He's probably not the same man, Ike. If YOUR father was our father, too, big shit. You weren't part of our family growing up, so it's not like Gus would see you as a sibling. Hell, he barely sees me as a brother, although Pop introduced us years ago. So calm down and enjoy your date, stud."

Matt asked me, "So, what does this paragon of Williams' manhood look like?"

"You saw him this morning on our way to the T-room." I answered. He shrugged. "That handsome stud who I waited for?"

"Wow! You're spending a night with that gorgeous man? And he's YOUR brother, Ralph? Hey, remember that you promised to set us up if it doesn't work out, Ike."

Ralph laughed. "I think that Matt has made a goal to have sex with every man named Williams on campus." He gave a playful punch to my roommate when he smirked. "Which happens to be next to impossible. There are so many of us that the effort would kill you,"

"Yeah, but I'd die a happy man!" joked Matt, his hands on his heart. Then he picked up a whip and I retreated.

I walked down to my car, so eager to get the restaurant that I dropped my car keys twice. I gave a wry grin: I'd never been this nervous before a date with a woman, and there was no doubt that I'd be in bed with Gus soon enough, fucking his talented ass and drinking his cum. I had stopped thinking about meeting a woman to spend my life with, but really wanted a man with whom to share my forever. I realized that if I WAS bisexual, I was more gay than straight.

I drove to Lucy's Hideaway, which proved to be a small, warm and intimate café a half mile from the campus. I stood in the front, looking for my date, feeling crushed when I couldn't find him. At least half of the patrons were male couples obviously on a date, and a quarter of the tables were occupied by all male groups enjoying themselves. There were quite a few female couples and groups, and only a couple of heterosexual couples. Obviously, this place had a reputation among the gay population in town.

A pretty woman of about 50 walked up to me, "You must be Ike. I'm Gus's cousin Lucy Spavin, and you're as handsome as he said you'd be, although he failed to mention that you're a lot younger than the men he's been with in the past. You're an improvement over his last man, but then I never liked Jeff. Gus called; He's had an emergency, but should be here any minute. Would you like to have some wine while you wait?" She escorted me to a corner table set for two with flowers and candles.

I smiled at her as I shook her hand. "I'll wait for Gus to get here, thanks." I sat down, only having to wait for a few minutes until Gus arrived.

Lucy followed as he rushed up to me looking a bit disheveled. "Sorry, handsome. I had an emergency to deal with. Otherwise I`d have changed, and bought flowers for you."

"Are you OK?" I asked in concern.

He shrugged. "One of the penalties of being a single father is having to take care of your sons. Buddy fell at school, and I had to go to the Emergency Room, but it turned out to be a minor injury."

"Is he OK?' asked Lucy as I sat there in shock.

" He`s fine. The good thing about teenagers is I don't have to worry about baby sitters." He noticed the look on my face. "Damn, Ike. I meant to break this to you tonight, not have me announce being a father at the start of our first date. Talk about an awkward topic for starters."

"Before you two get into this, should I bring you a menu, or do you want me to bring you an assortment of... starters?" she grinned, winking broadly as we laughed.

I'd noticed that most of the tables had ordered the "Special Selection" of appetizers: "Lucy, please bring us a tray." I smiled.

"Good choice." Gus said. giving Lucy a kiss on the cheek, then kissing me on the lips before sitting. "Ike, maybe I should get rid of all the awkward stuff first..."

Nervously, I lit a cigarette, "Gus, we have some other stuff to talk about, too, which might be awkward. Do I remind you of anyone in your life?" He shook his head as he poured wine for us. "How about Ralph Williams? He lives in my dorm and is dating my roommate. I found out earlier this evening that Ralph..."

He nodded. "Ralph is my half-brother. Ike, I've seen him and Petey only two or three times since they came to college, so I missed the resemblance to you. Your new mustache actually does make you look more like Ralph, now that you mention it, but you`re better built and have more spunk. His mustache may be fuller, but I like the fu-Manchu look on you. Why is this upsetting you? I already told you that I was a Williams bastard, but it wasn't my place to tell you about my half-siblings on campus."

I took a deep breath. "Gus, my late father's name was Jeremiah, as was yours." I held his hand tightly. "Are we brothers, Gus?"

"Do you know if he had bastards, Ike? Because our father told all of his kids about each other when they hit puberty. I know that he had a kid younger than me with his wife, but I never met him. If the kid is still alive he must be in his twenties by now, so if you're him, you'd know. I lost contact with my father after I got married myself at seventeen, and only found out he was dead when his widow traced me down through her lawyer to tell me about it. I never asked about her son during our periodic phone conversations because if he had died, too, I didn't want to upset her even more than dealing with the obvious evidence of her late husband`s numerous infidelities."

"My dad was by best buddy, and we were pretty open about sex, so I guess he would have told me if he had other kids before he died when I was already in high school," I leaned over to kiss him slowly as Lucy placed a large tray on the table, giggling. "Good. I prefer you as a potential boyfriend to a sibling." Lucy gave us a startled look as she left. "So you got married at seventeen? Was it a shotgun wedding?" I teased.

He nodded. "Sort of. I was already pretty sure by the time I was 16 that I liked men instead of girls, I but was going through a bisexual phase, then a rubber broke and I won the lottery. I refused to let my kid grow up fatherless like I had, so I convinced her to marry me even if we weren't in love. I jokingly say that I held the shotgun at the wedding." We both laughed at the image. "After we had three sons, she met a man who she fell in love with and left me" He looked down. "She left us. HE wasn't too keen on raising another man's brats, so I got compete custody. I raised my sons with the help of my mother and step-dad. My eldest son, Andrew, is a senior here at Williams' College, who decided to live in the dorms. Buddy and Bart are twins, and seniors in high school. They live with me, but have no problem with the men in my life." He grinned. "Does it bother you to date a man old enough to be a grandfather, Ike?"

"There are men in here who look more like a grandfather than you do, Gus." I began to point to a chubby grey haired gentleman with a guy in a football team jacket, and gasped. "That's my freshman history teacher with that jock there!"

"And I'm with a young jock too. So what? I know Tom Carlson. He's actually a few years younger than me. If he worked out he`d look a lot younger. So it DOES bother you..."

"No! I was just surprised to see him with a guy. All three men that I'm seriously dating right now are about your age. I told you that all I was looking for was a single, openly gay man into having a boyfriend, so divorced with kids around my age should be fine. Most guys my age aren't interested in the relationship part, or are too inexperienced for my tastes. I just need some time to adjust to the idea of adult stepsons at my age." We had begun to nibble on the tasty treats, and he put one in my mouth. I sucked his fingers in return. "Really, you're the handsomest man I know, and I'm seriously considering you for that...um... job I mentioned in the hallway this morning."

"Hmmm..." He whispered, "I love the benefits of being your boyfriend. Breaking in that cute ass of yours." He seemed nervous.

"What's wrong, Gus?"

He smiled, then shrugged. "My own adjustment issues, I guess. I'm still getting used to the idea of such a young stud actually seeking me out as a possible boyfriend. All of my previous relationships were with guys who were older than me. However, later the day that I met you, I had a fantasy of us together as a couple after that first great time together, so I was a bit freaked by our little talk this morning about your quest. I guess I feel like we're moving sort of fast, since I already feel something special towards you." He blushed.

I giggled, then told him about my epiphany at my car. "Gus, I'm very fond of you, but I'm also very fond of Jeff and Dan and a few other men. Although I'm pretty sure now that I prefer men, I'm not abandoning the idea of fatherhood, and would prefer it to be within a marriage, hopefully with an understanding or even bisexual wife..."

"Whoa, buddy! I'm not suggesting an exclusive relationship, but I can see how my wording panicked you. Hey, I'm just a lifelong dumb jock; you're the wordsmith. So excuse my clumsy words." He blushed and shrugged.

"It sounded like you were a bit panicked, buster." I grinned, then nodded. "You WERE making me feel a bit rushed, combined with all the new information, but it`s nice to know that we both really like each other." I held his hand. "So like you said, we're moving a bit fast but that's not terrible. But why aren't you interested in an exclusive relationship?"

Just then Lucy brought us our entrees, grilled fresh river trout, her specialty. She smirked, "Because he's afraid of getting hurt again," and left, laughing at his scowl. When my date said nothing, I dropped the subject and enjoyed the meal.

Gus may have called himself "a lifelong dumb jock", but I found him intelligent, witty and charming. I had such a good time chatting with him that I forgot to be intimidated by his fantastic good looks and maturity. When that dawned on me, somewhere around a home-baked pie for dessert, I realized that I had also been nervous about spending the night with him. I was aware that he was strong enough to take my virginity if he became too aggressive, but I also feared being turned off if he was too passive. OK, I admit it: I was new enough to gay sex to be confused abut what I wanted from our night together, other than hot sex.

Over excellent coffee, Gus lit his pipe as I lit a cigarette. The football jock on a date with Professor Carlson passed us on his way back from the toilet. Stopping, he stared at me for a second, then grabbed my hand. "It IS you! Man, Daddy Tommy and I were impressed with you at the Rusty Nail that night. The way you renamed old Prickly Pete and turned him into your 'Cum Dump', making that arrogant bastard eating out of your hand, begging for more abuse was... hell, it was HOT! Listen, I'm sorry that I wasn't around to help him out when those assholes were working him over, but I gotta say, he's usually such a bully that he earned that beating, and I hear that your slave-boy gave back as good as he got, if not better." He let go of my hand, lowering his head. "Sir, Daddy Tommy order me to ask you something."

I looked over at Gus, thinking that the kid was addressing him. There was a twinkle in my date's eye as he smirked, "I think that he's talking to you, Ike. Or should I call you Sir, also?"

I rolled my eyes. "Cum-dump was another awkward discussion I was avoiding." I looked at the hot football player. "Who is Daddy Tommy?"

He pointed at Professor Carlson. "He's my Master and my Daddy. I've been living with him all year, although technically I rent the room over his garage. Fortunately, that room open right into our private playroom. I only use it to study, or when I have a guest who is unaware that we're lovers."

I nodded. "What did your boyfriend want you to ask me?"

He grinned at me. "If you would like to spend a weekend putting me through some discipline like you did your boi Cum-dump. We'd both like to get into that, but don't know how."

He looked startled as I began to laugh, so I pulled a chair over from the empty table next to us and pointed to it. "It just takes imagination, buddy. I've only been having sex with guys for a short time, but that Cum-dump had pissed me off on Campus by making a crack about trying to steal one of my girlfriends from me." The jock's eyes grew wide at that. "When I saw him at the Rusty Spike, I'd just had a fistfight with a buddy, and my blood was still boiling. So when he tried to fuck me, I forced him on his knees to get back at him. When he crumbled to me down there, it turned me on, but to be honest, I never thought that he'd keep up the game once we left the basement. I actually don't like the guy, but since I made a deal with him, I'm stuck with him." I turned to Gus. "This Cum-dump idiot is that semi-obligation for tonight I mentioned earlier."

The young jock was looking at his "daddy" speculatively. "Excuse me, Sir, but are you telling me that all you had to do was push to take the lead in some rough sex?"

"Well, a buddy who is into that stuff had explained some of the basics of it, but it was really my first time playing that sort of game. And that's all it is, buddy, a game." I grinned at him. "You want to take control of Professor Carlson, don't you?" He looked startled. "It seems I have a talent for sizing people up, at least other men. Women are still a total mystery to me. You were looking at him like a hungry dog at a big piece of beef."

He laughed as he ran a hand over his jaw. "I think Daddy Tom has a surprise in store for tonight. I HAVE always wanted to get him in the restraints. I mean, when we make love regularly, it's a pretty equal thing, although he does fuck me more often than I fuck him, but I think tonight Daddy is going to be reminded that I'm a good deal stronger than him. And horny to try some domination myself. Thanks, Sir." He shook my hand, and left, shaking a head to Professor Carlson.

"The little bastard!" Gus chuckled. "Tom is in for a surprise, and he's already setting him up."

"Do you think that Professor Carlson will like that action?"

Gus shrugged. "I had sex in a three-way with him and my ex a lot of years ago, but it was pretty tame stuff. My ex was a bit on the bossy side, but it sounds like you would teach Jeff a thing or two."

I realized that his ex had been called Jeff twice. "Jeff who? Not Jeff Hamilton, was it?"

"The hunky bodybuilding English instructor? No. I know him, but only casually. Is he gay?" I nodded. "How the fuck did I miss that?"

"Don't ask me! I discovered him in the t-room, which if you failed to notice is across from his office. Um..." I blushed. "Well, he's one of my... other... candidates."

He grinned at me. "Just how many competitors do I have right now for that... piece of cherry pie with the pit still in it?"

"Three major ones, and since I just started looking, others may show up. The third one is someone you may know; Dan Taylor from Security."

"Dan, `the I'm-the-man, boi, so take it' security man? The original Mr. Rough Trade? The domineering ass-pounder?" I nodded. "Wait. You've been dating him and you're still a virgin?"

"Well, I had one session with him in the t-room, and impressed him enough to.. well, let's just say it was an unusual experience for him, and he decided he'd like to try to become a bit more human."

"The same man who I hear beat the crap out of another security guard?" He gasped.

I nodded. "Who attacked him after Dan came out as gay to his department. So when he asked me out, I agreed."

Gus gave a low whistle as he stood up from the table. He said in a low voice. "I didn't know that. I'm impressed. That took a lot of balls. And Dan has big ones - he's trapped me in a stall a few times and ripped me a new asshole."

I stood, grinning. "Are you bragging or complaining?"

He whispered in my ear, "A bit of both. You know I like getting fucked, but I like getting taken care of, too, even if my stud has an off limits butt, like my date tonight. I don't mind waiting for it, Ike, since you have other talents and are so hot."

"Maybe I'll convert Dan to doing that, too." I chuckled as we headed to the door. During dinner he'd explained that his cousin wouldn't allow him to pay for dinner, but he'd left a large tip for the young man who had served us on the table. Lucy came over to wish us a goodnight, and gave me a kiss on the cheek when I complimented her cooking.

Gus's house was just a few blocks from the restaurant, and so he'd walked. As we got into my car to drive to his place, I told him the history, and my growing crew of volunteers to help finish it. "I know nothing about cars, but my older twin, Buddy, is a fanatic about them. So you may end up with a volunteer."

I stiffened at the reminder that I'd be meeting his kids within minutes. He put a hand on mine on the steering wheel. "Did I forget to mention that my mother and step-dad live next door, and the boys are staying with them tonight?"

"Yes, you did. But thanks for that. I'm not sure I was up to meeting the step-kids yet." I teased back.

He had me pull into a driveway in front of a garage. He turned to give me a deep kiss before we got out, and I was instantly on fire. I was touched that he held my hand as we walked to the door; and deflated to find a young man watching TV in just gym shorts in the living room.

"Andy, what are you doing here?" Gus asked. The young man stood up, and I gasped because he looked just like an old picture of my dad dressed in a bathing suit when he'd been in his 20's. He was clean shaven with short hair, with a well-built, hairy body. His shorts left nothing to the imagination; he was his father's son, with a very fat soft cock swinging inside them. He was almost as hot looking as his father.

"Dad, I didn't know that you were on a date. Sorry, I stopped by to see how Buddy was, but Gran didn't mention why the boys were spending the night over there. My roommate has a date tonight, so I was hanging out to give him time to get laid." He had an infectious grin. "But it looks like I'm messing up your chances of that, so I guess I'll hit a bar for a few hours. Maybe I'll get lucky and meet a horny girl with her own place."

I laughed as I held out my hand "I'm Ike Williams, and you don't have to instantly flee. Just get lost in the next... oh, twenty minutes or so." We grinned as we did the handshake battle, which we decided was a draw.

Andy's eyebrow went up. "Dad, I like your improved taste. Jeff would have had me out the door in my shorts when he was horny." He glanced at my crotch. "And Ike, you look very horny."

I realized that if I was going to end up in a relationship with Gus, I had to get along with his sons, and the one in front of me would probably be the one who'd be the hardest to please. "Andy, why don't you go get some beer for you and me and your dad?" I winked at him, and he winked back, knowing that I wanted a second to talk to Gus.

Gus laughed as the kitchen door hit Andy's perk ass. "That was about as subtle as a sledgehammer, Ike. What's up?"

"Do we have to send Andy out into the night? It's his house; I'm just your date. If things do work out with us, I'd hate for the guy to resent me."

Gus moved in and gave me a deep kiss, massaging my ass erotically as he held me tightly. "That's one of the reason's I like you, and one for the reasons I'm a bit nervous. You're so smart and courteous, and I could see myself falling in love with you. Lucy was right; I've had my hear broken, so I'm a bit over-protective of it. Maybe we should both relax and just let things happen. My bedroom is on this floor; the boys have rooms upstairs, and Andy has a TV in his room. We'll have plenty of privacy."

I called out, "It's safe to come back in, Andy!", although Gus and I kept our embrace.

He giggled as he approached us with three cans of beer. "Ike, are you planning on giving me a demonstration of man-love?"

I laughed. "No, tonight I plan to make love to your dad in private. But if you want, you can stay for the night. Your dad and I still have a few things to talk about before we hit the sheets." Gus and I sat on the sofa, while his son took a chair.

I couldn't help staring at Andy, and he noticed. "Is there something on my face, Ike?"

I stammered, "No, um, it's just that you look so much like old pictures of my dad, who died when I was in high school."

"And I bet the fact that you look so much like my Uncle Ralph freaks you out, too."

Gus sprayed beer on us both. "How the fuck do you know Ralph, and that he's my half-brother?"

"He's in one of my classes, and we were assigned to work together on a project. I mentioned being your son, and after acting all weird about it, he finally told me he was your half-brother. I saw Ike and his brother Pete talking on campus, and so I figured that he knew Ralph."

"I know Ralph; he's dating my roommate. But I've never met Pete."

He shrugged. "You were having a pretty intense conversation, but maybe it was just a casual, chance meeting." He took a pull from his beer. "So how did you hook up with my dad, Ike?"

I grinned. At least the beginning of the story was innocent enough. "I was lighting a cigarette in front of the Administration Building, and Gus walked over to bum one, and we began to talk and flirt."

I saw an evil smirk form on Andy's lips. "Were you on your way to or from the t-room with the glory-holes?"

"I thought you were straight?"

"I am, but my freshman roommate introduced me to guilt-free blowjobs from partners you can't accidentally knock-up, so whenever I'm between girlfriends who put out, I go down and put out as trade. I told my father about it after the first time I went. So which was it, dad? Going in or out?"

I laughed. "Both, actually. I had just left, but after a few minutes of flirting with your dad, I was ready for a round with him." I lit a cigarette. "So, do you ever do anything back down there, Andy?"

He blushed. "Rarely Mostly just hand-jobs for a guy who's nice and really good."

I smirked. "And the other times?"

Andy looked at me. "What do you mean, the other times?"

"You said `mostly hand jobs', so what else do you do with guys? I may know some men who might like to play with you."

Andy slowly smiled. "Are they really masculine?" Gus looked startled.

"Depends on what you're looking for, but yeah, I'm not attracted to feminine men."

"Sometimes, when the mood hits me, and the man is very masculine and a bit rough around the edges, I let him think he's seduced me or even sort of forced me to suck him off. I do it infrequently, so I'm just good enough to be hot, and just bad enough to look like I have no experience. I really do prefer fucking chicks, but I'm afraid of getting burned again."

"Burned?"

"When I was a senior in high school, I was... OK, I was a porker with a face full of zits. I guess it was my way of rebelling against a jock father and a beautiful mother who showed up once a month to try to bribe us to love her. I was seventeen and a virgin. Suddenly, this really pretty girl who I barely knew asked ME out on a date. On out first date, she practically raped me, providing rubbers, since I was unprepared. I banged that babe for four hours, and most of the rubbers leaked or broke..."

"And two weeks later she told you she was late, or that the rabbit died?"

"You got it. I was thrilled, but dad was suspicious and asked some old college buddy who taught at my school about Susan, and discovered that she's been in trouble with her family for dating a real hood in his twenties who had ended up arrested and was currently serving time in jail. It was HIS brat, not mine, so she'd decided to pick some pathetic loser who rarely dated as the man to give her kid a name."

"Then what did you do?"

He smiled. "I grew a pair of balls after dad's friend called me in and showed me the reports about Susan. She came up to me all lovey-dovey in the cafeteria during lunch, gushing about how exciting it was to be having a child with me. The she asked, very loudly: When are we going to get married, Andy?'. I looked her in the eye and said: Why would I want to marry you? That delinquent Andy Zuccotti knocked you up just before he went to jail, so you gave your not-too-pure body to me for four solid hours like some harlot to trick me into thinking it's my brat. Get lost, sister. Find another sucker.' Then everyone began to applaud! It seems that Susan was not too popular, but I only knew she was a pretty chick out of my class."

"Um... not to be nosy, but how did you change so much, physically? "

"Well, after that, I began to appreciate my dad more, and we spent more time together with the twins after that. I became more active, and found a sport I liked, and lost weight. I ate better to diet, and my skin cleared up. Actually, five months after my scene in the cafeteria, I was dating three nice girls, and balling two of them regularly, but I was careful to pull out before I shot my wad. The one thing I like about sex with a guy is that I can relax with him and not worry about a broken rubber."

We laughed. Gus said, "By the way, Ike, you should ask Andy what team he's on."

I looked at my date, and then his son. Then the light bulb blinked on in my brain. "Let me guess: fencing?"

"How did you guess?" Andy wondered. Then he had his own moment of realization. "Wait. Are you the Williams who just joined the team?"

"Yes, but I didn't see you at practice today."

"I had an important interview to get into grad school, so coach excused me. " His eyes clouded over. "I heard that you had a big fistfight with some football player over fucking rights of a girl. Was that a show, or is my dad gonna get hurt?" he growled.

"I'd never hurt Gus, Andy, but it was a real fight, however with a member of the track team, a smaller guy who'd almost started the fight in our math class. I'm bisexual, but more gay than straight." I looked at Gus and smiled. "His girl decided to give me a try as a birthday gift. Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

"I fucked Tom after that fight, and then we spent the night together. He's bisexual, too." Andy's eyes grew wider. "Gus, about now I guess I should explain my strange little situation with that guy Cum-dump who the kid in the restaurant mentioned."

"Cum-dump?" gasped Andy. "This sounds interesting." His eyes grew round as I described the scene at the Rusty Nail that had resulted in my having an unwanted slave boy. "You're shitting me, right? Dad, is there such a place?"

Gus chuckled as he lit his pipe. "I've never been there, but I have heard of it. It's supposed to be a fairly rough and dangerous place." He turned to me. "What were you saying about having some sort of date with him tonight?"

I explained the scene on campus, and how I had felt pity for the guy and made a date while leaving him open to enjoy the t-room if I didn't show up.

Gus thought a minute. "Ike, perhaps we should keep that date later, together. You're right; you owe this boy some attention, even if it is some sort of humiliation which allows him to be happy. I admit that I don't understand what it is you guys see in that sort of sex..."

"Actually, I'm not really into it, HE is. I admit that the power games we were paying in the bar was a bit of a turn on, and it got exciting as he became more submissive, but I can't see myself enjoying that on a regular basis. Gus, I'd rather spend the night in your bed."

He smiled. "Oh, you will. We'll hit the t-room and use this boy together, then come back here."

Andy started to get dressed. "Where are you going, Andy?" I asked.

"All this talk of sex has gotten me horny as hell, and it's been three weeks since I've had any action. I'm headed to the t-room to get my rocks off a few times. Maybe I'll see you guys at one." He kissed his dad and gave me a hug before leaving the house, whistling.

I looked at Gus. "Is it just me, or has this turned into the oddest date in history? Im having a great time, but everything from your announcement of fatherhood to the jock at Lucys to Andy`s story has me feeling off center."

Gus drew me in his arms to give me a deep kiss. "Yes, it has been rather strange, but why don't we go to the bedroom and get back on course. My son was right; all this talk about sex has me horny as hell."

"Hmm, sound good to me." I murmured as he lead me to the door on the far side of the room.

His bedroom was pleasant. Like the living room, it was casual furnished to a man's taste. The house seemed like a frat house I'd visited at another college, which made sense, since two adult males and two adolescent males lived there without a female. It was a house I could imagine feeling comfortable living in.

I stopped Gus as he began to undress. "I want to unwrap my gift, Gus. I want to examine every inch of you, and make love to each piece I expose." I pushed him on the bed to sit, sinking to my knees to take off his shoes and socks. I'd never made love to a man's foot, but I'd had a girlfriend in high school whose favorite form of foreplay was licking her feet. So I began to kiss and lick his foot, and he went wild. I sucked his toes like miniature dicks. I pulled him to his feet as I stood, pulling his sweater off, then his t-shirt. I sucked a nipple, making him growl, then lightly chewed the other, making Gus howl. I moved my tongue over his powerful chest as I pushed his arms behind his head, then licked out his pits as I unbuckled his belt. I was really on fire to please the man.

I sank to my knees, pulling his slacks down as I went, licking my way down his hairy torso. His underwear had a big wet spot over his big erection. I sucked the pre-cum from the cloth, chewing the cockhead through the cloth. This made Gus lean on my shoulders as he whimpered. I eased him back on the bed to make him naked.

After pulling off all of Gus's clothing, I stood to admire his beautiful body. Although we'd had sex once before, this was the first time that I had the luxury and time to really look at him. The full sight took my breath away. His extremely fat cut seven inches stood up like an armed rocket, drooling precum down the shaft. I had not realized how big his balls were, and now they were in front of my nose. I licked the sweat off of the big orbs as both of us moaned. In no time at all, I was demonstrating my developing deep-throating skills on that fat cock, my nose in his pubic bush and my chin rubbing his wet nuts. Gus was thrashing on the bed, "Oh, baby, if you don't stop, you're gonna get a mouth full of spooge in about a minute."

I chuckled as I pulled off. "Well, now, much as I am looking forward to drinking quite a bit of your spooge tonight, I suspect you warned me because you're not ready to shoot yet." For some reason, I found his consistent use of that unusual word cute. I opened my mouth to continue, then choked over my words, blushing, since even a man my age might find what I was about to say insulting.

Gus chuckled, "Let me guess, sweetheart. You were going to ask me if my feeding you my spooge right now would end things before they started." He laughed as I stammered. "Hey, I would have asked the same question, buddy! And the answer is..." His big hand reached to my neck, pulling my mouth to his pulsing dick, "Hell, no! I'm a rare mature man who shoots his spooge a half dozen times a night, and I've been saving it up for you since yesterday. So enjoy a hot protein drink, man!"

I didn't need a second invitation! I attacked that man-bone like a starving puppy, pushing on his hips to encourage him to thrust into my throat. "Holy, shit, Ike. You're a brilliant cocksucker. I can't believe you haven't been doing it for years!" He began to grunt every time the fat cockhead popped through my throat-ring. I massaged his balls, and soon felt them jumping in their hairy sack. Gus hollered "Drink! My! Fucking! Spooge!"; since he almost drowned me with the flow, I had to believe that he'd been saving his load for me. I remembered that the one time we'd been together in the toilet stall, Gus had shot two big loads in a row.

Since then, I'd developed some new sexual skills and tastes. I lifted his muscular legs to his chest and dived down to lick his furry ass-crack. I chuckled into the muscular crack as Gus began a string of curses and endearments triggered by his surprise. We spread his legs wider, allowing deeper access for my probing tongue. Soon Gus was begging for me to fuck him and fill him with my "spooge".

I licked his thighs, then worked my way up his abs and chest with my tongue until my cockhead was teasing his ass-lisp. With a grunt, my partner snapped his strong hips, as his hole swallowed half of my dick eagerly. We both sighed in contentment. He whispered, "Screw me good, baby!"

So I did!

I pulled out so that just my cockhead was in the tight ring, than rammed in balls deep as he shouted. Remembering that he was fond of a strong fucking, I started a hard pounding as my teeth clamped on his left nipple. Gus went wild, his ass spasming in joy as I screwed him with abandon. I fucked him hard and fast, then switched to a slow, gentle motion when I was too close to orgasm, causing him to curse at me.

When my balls calmed down, I returning to the sort of rough fuck we both enjoyed. Within fifteen minutes, I could feel his ass begin to tighten and loosen convulsively as his bull-balls jumped about. He spewed forth another load on our chests, triggering my orgasm, which I rammed in deep to his guts, staying in him until I grew soft and slid out.

We kissed for a long time as Gus covered us, drifting off to sleep in each other's arms while our lips still touched.

I woke up with lips eagerly kissing me. I grinned as I wrapped a hand around Gus's thick erection, but was surprised when he gently pushed it away. "It's past midnight, handsome, so I woke you up to keep your date with that Cum-dump fellow."

I stretched, looking at him, puzzled. "Why the hell do you care if I keep a date for rough sex with a man I don't like and you don't know?"

"Because I feel sorry for the poor fellow. If he has feelings for you, even with those strange desires I don't really understand, then I can understand why he won't drop this weird relationship he has with you. In fact, it's the only thing that explains what you`ve told me of him."

I sighed dramatically, grinning. "I hate it when you're right, buddy. Perhaps if I actually talk to the fucking idiot, I can understand what he needs to negotiate an end to this ridiculous situation."

We got dressed, then shared a snack and reviving coffee before heading to my car to drive back to campus. As I drove, Gus asked, "Where are you meeting him?"

"I told him to wait for me in the doorway to Jeff's office, across the hall from the T-room, so he wouldn't have to fend off unwanted advances. I told him that if I didn't show up, he was free to play as he wishes, any sort of mansex."

"Perhaps it's not a good idea for us both to pop up together, since he's expecting just you, Ike. I'll wait at the last turn, then you can lead him further down the hall, around the next cross-corridor and when I hear you footsteps turn there, I'll wait at Hamilton's doorway for the two of you to return. You can warn him that you have someone with you before returning."

"Sounds like a plan."

I found Cum-dump slumped in the doorway, sitting on the floor. From where I'd turned the corner, he appeared to be asleep, but he stood up instantly at my footsteps. "Hello, Master Ike. Too many men made passes at me standing her, so I was faking being passed out. I'd had a few drinks, so I guess I smelled drunk."

I smiled at him. He really was handsome and masculine when I stopped being angry at him. "Good boy. Very smart move. Follow me." I walked around the far corner with him eagerly following, holding out a chain dog's leash which I ignored. Lighting a cigarette, I offered him one, which he accepted with some surprise. "Cum-dump, I have a confession to make. I really don't understand what it is you want from me, or why you've selected me as the object of your perversions. So I though we'd have this chat first to straighten us out. I should start by telling you that I almost didn't come tonight because I'm on a date with a man who I like. But he convinced me that I owed you a chance to explain these things to me, and perhaps work out a way in which I could give you some of what you needed. So we're here."

"We?"

"My date will be waiting where you were sitting when we go back. He's never tried out rough-sex, but is willing to give it a go to see it he might like it." He nodded. "Now, let's start with my first question: why me?"

He took a long pull on the cigarette, "I discovered in my senior year in high school that I liked my sex on the rough side, and got off when I was suddenly dominated. I discovered that with a girlfriend I was fucking who tied me up one night, then did things to me. That summer, before I came here, she introduced me to a college guy, a stud who was on the football team\ here also and would be a junior my freshman year. We had a three-way, a fairly conservative two guys doing one girl sort of thing. The next time we got together, however, he turned all dominant, and raped my ass. Well, not really raped, since she'd been using a dildo on me since our first rough-sex session and had demonstrated it to him before he decided to show me the real thing. He made me beg for it, so it was definitely not rape. Just a very firm seduction to something I never knew I wanted."

"When I got to school in the fall, he informed me that I was his boy. He used me regularly, and shared me with a few seniors on the team, while they let me be a top with them when they dominated younger guys. At the some time, I kept screwing chicks, since I didn't consider myself gay; I didn`t admit to being bisexual until the next fall when my gay.." He took another nervous drag on the cigarette, "Um.. roommate came out to me. Then I confessed to swinging both ways but he doesn't know about the rough-stuff." I nodded my understanding.

"But why are you focused on me? To be honest, I'd never tried rough stuff until we met, so I really was just inventing it as I went along. I'd only got dominant with you for two reasons."

"I know that one of them was my crack about your girlfriend, sir. May I ask the other reason, Master?"

I laughed. "You tried to fuck me." He nodded. "You don't understand, Cum-dump. I just started having sex with guys recently. I'm a virgin when it comes to that. So you just pissed me off more when you tried to mount me like a whore."

"I'm sorry, Master. But to answer your question: I'd found you attractive since you moved into the dorm building this fall, but I thought you were totally straight. Watching you fuck that girl at the drive-in just about drove me crazy. I'm sorry about my crude crack, but I was... well, I was trying to find a way to get to know you better. To maybe we'd become buddies, get drunk together and then I'd do you as trade. Then I found you in The Rusty Spike, of all place! I felt like we were meant to be... well, what we are."

"What are we? Until tonight, I didn't even want to be around you, and I still don't know what it is you want from me, or if I'm willing to give it to you."

Falling to his knees, he grabbed my leg. "Please, Master Ike. Use me any way you that want. Just don't dump me!"

I sighed. Deciding I needed more information, I pointed at the chain in is hand. "What the fuck is that, boy?" I barked.

He grinned his thanks at my sharp tone and willingness to learn his needs. "Master, this is a slave collar and leash that my first Master used on me until he graduated last spring. I was hoping that you would put it on me and make me your property."

Okay, I was aware of that from watching Matt turn Harvey into his slave. "You haven't earned that yet, scumbag. Why do you want a man who is inexperienced and not sure that he wants to be involved in an ongoing rough-sex relationship when there are loads of dominant men out there willing to own your sorry ass?"

He hung his head, "Master, I've never sought a dominant man before, although I have tried to find a mistress a few times during trips to New York. None of these ever lasted longer than a weekend. Just before I finally talked to you, I'd realized that although I DO enjoy balling chicks, when it comes to being dominated, I need a masculine guy."

I looked at the man in confusion. In some ways, he was a typical college jock. Had they been allowed at our school, he'd have been the perfect beer guzzling, chick-scoring frat-boy. He was a crude "pussy hunter". But there he was on his knees begging to be my fuck-slave.

"What would you like to happen tonight, Cum-dump?"

"Master, I beg you to collar me, take me into that toilet, bend me over the urinal to spank my ass until it's red, then screw me until I bleed. Then force me to service anyone you want."

"First of all, I am not collaring you. I know that would make you my real slave. I want to remind you what happened to you the last time you were treated as a slave in that toilet. You still have a bit of a shiner from the fight with your teammates." He nodded glumly. "So here's what's going to happen: I'm putting the leash on your neck to lead you to meet my date, your other master tonight. Then we will take you into one of the shitters with only one hole, so we can block the view while we take turns spanking your butt, then screwing you. When we've both nutted up your useless ass, we'll go back to our date, and you'll be free to fuck ass or get fucked. Then one night next week, I'll take you back to The Rusty Spike with some other men, and we'll find you a man or men who actually want to own you, as long as I can use you whenever I want you."

He looked like he was about to argue. "It's not open to discussion, boy. I do NOT want a slave, and you want a master. We'll end up driving each other nuts. This way we can stay fuck-buddies and I'll know that you're taken care of, sexually." I leaned over, looping the chain around his neck. "Stand up! Put your hands behind your back; eyes down!" He obeyed and I led him around the corner.

I grinned to see Gus leaning against the doorway, smoking his pipe and looking away from us. As he turned at the sound of our steps, Cum-dump stopped so quickly that I almost strangled him with the leash. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?", he gasped at my date.

Gus chuckled. "My son was right, Ike. You do know him."

"I know whom?" I asked, confused.

"Ralph's brother, Petey. Where`s this Cum-dump fellow, Ike?"

"This IS Cum-dump, not... Wait! He's your half-brother Pete?"

"Master, this pile of shit is the big brother who has ignored me and my kid brother since we arrived here at college, even though he controls our trust funds."

Gus turned red, "Bullshit, punk. I told both of you guys when you first got here to call me if you really needed something. I don't control Pop's money. I'm the unpaid executor of the funds. So when you asked for extra money, I had to say no."

Two men were staring at us from the short hallway leading to the Men's Room. I grabbed Gus by his shirt and dragged both men back around the corner. "Shut up and sit!" I barked at Pete. To my surprise, Gus meekly obeyed with my so-called slave. As I ran a hand over his handsome cheek, I chuckled at him, "I didn't mean you, hot stuff."

"Wait! GUS is your boyfriend?" fumed Pete.

"No, this is our first date, brother." Gus answered quietly. "I'm glad now that I made Ike keep his promise to you tonight."

"Why?" a startled Pete asked.

My date gently took his chin, "Because you're already angry enough at me, even if it's because you choose to misunderstand the situation. If you'd had a real emergency, Petey, I'd have given you money from my own pocket, because we share a father. But since you have Ralph, you have less need of me as a brother than some of the others, and with three kids of my own, there is only so much attention I can give to the other kids."

"How many are there?" I asked.

"There are eight of us." answered Pete. "Ralph and I are the only full siblings."

Gus interrupted, "No, Pete. Remember that there are nine and the two youngest are also full siblings. The baby, Hiroki, just turned three, and his sister, Mika, is six." He turned to me, "Their mother is Japanese, and Hiroki was born after our Pop died."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about him. I've never met them. Have you?"

Sitting on the floor opposite the siblings as they began to chat instead of argue, I lit a cigarette. With a smile, Pete leaned towards Gus, who put an arm around his shoulder. "Yes, I was with Sakura when Hiroki was born, and I visited them this past summer." He turned to me "Pop was in bed with Sakura when he died, out in California. I always felt sorry for her."

"My father died in a hotel room in California while on a business trip." I whispered, tears in my eyes. "He died alone, and the maid found him the next day. I've never told a friend that before."

Pete leaned over to grab my foot, a look of sympathy on his face. "That fucking sucks, Ike. At least our Pop had that broad with him." He turned to Gus, "He was banging her when he kicked the bucket, right?" The tear that ran down his cheek was at odds with his crudity.

Puzzled, I joked as I kicked his hand lightly, "How can you be so fucking insensitive, Cum-dump? You have to be the most vulgar, foul-mouthed asshole in the world."

Gus chortled. "Ike, I'm surprised that you don't understand. You're usually so astute. It's the kid's way of dealing with his sensitive feelings. He had to be the man of the house pretty young, because of his baby brother and Pop not being around too often after breaking up with his mother. She never married, did she, Petey?"

He shook his head, "No, she come close a few times, but Ralph and I were deal-breakers to those assholes." His voice was gruff with anger. "I had to learn to be tough and act hard when I was really young, because Ralph was born premature and very fragile until puberty hit him and he got a bit beefier. We got fucking bullied a lot for being bastards, and Ralph always has been a bit... well, light in the loafers is the expression in our town. It was only the one year in high-school without me to protect him that taught him to act more manly. Luckily, I'd taught him how to fight, so the first bully to go after him after I left for college ended up with a broken nose." His voice was filled with pride.

"You sound like you love your brother." I said.

"Of course I do. I'll kill your roommate Matt if he hurts him."

"I'm confused. Why do you treat him like shit? I've heard that from a few guys. And while I'm asking questions: Gus, why was Ralph so upset when he heard I had a date with you?"

"Damned if I know. " Gus said.

Pete smirked. "I can tell you why. Ralph and I were introduced to Gus and a few other siblings at the same time, since he hit puberty early and I was a bit late. We both developed crushes that day, and felt guilty about wanting to have sex with a sibling. Ralph's crush is on Gus, and he sneaks around campus trying to catch looks at him."

"Who do you have a crush on, punk?" Gus grunted. He looked troubled.

Pete blushed, "Willy."

I stared as Gus broke into laughter. "Which one is that? Is he on campus?"

Pete gulped. "SHE is named Willa Williams, and she's almost 30. She's an actress in new York City, and SO beautiful. Her mom is half black and half Indian - from India."

Gus grinned. "Are you busy this weekend, punk-boy?" he asked in evident affection.

"No. We don't have a game this week."

"Willa is opening on Broadway, and she sent me some tickets. Buddy doesn't really want to go. He's got a serious girlfriend he'll be able to screw silly if I'm not around, and since he's old enough to know to be careful, I won't be a hypocrite and stand in his way. Would you like to come with us? Share a hotel room with your nephews?"

Pete gulped. "Hell, yes. I may have finally admitted I'm a gay bottom tonight to Ike, but I'd walk over flames to see Willy." He smiled at Gus. "Thanks. I'm sorry that I was such a shit to you before."

"Speaking of that, why are you such a shit to your brother?" I asked, getting up from the floor.

"That will stop now. I was trying to get him to avoid me so that he wouldn't discover my.. tastes in sex. He's so conservative, even if he's gay. He'd never understand." I decided to let Ralph shock his big brother. "Now what? Our original plan is down the crapper. I am NOT getting it on with Gus." He stood up.

I looked at my date. "What was that plan?" he asked. He got up from the floor as I explained it to him. "How about this? I wanted to understand rough sex better, but I have no desire to slide my dick in your ass, punk-boy. So what if we start with the plan, I tan your ass and then watch Ike fuck a load out of your balls. I only ask that you guys take me along to that Rusty Nail when you go - I'd like to see it for myself."

"I like the idea - borderline incest, but no real sex." Pete grinned.

With a laugh, the three of us headed back to the T-room, my arms around both their waists.

The place was relatively quiet. A cop was getting a blowjob from a student while he smoked a cigar, leaning against the short wall that blocked a view into the room from the hall. The last, biggest stall was empty, and slurps of blow jobs came from the other two stalls. A man was roughly fucking a man in his thirties over the, pulling on his hair with one hand as he pounded his ass and slapped his butt with his other hand. The bottom was grunting like a pig, begging for more. Pete pulled us over to watch closer, and I was surprised to see that the top-man was my ex-john Nicky, who had changed to different clothes since I'd last seen him. He certainly had changed from a man who had never fucked another stud to an ass-ripping top. The fumes of booze came from both men: the bottom guy was sharing a flask with Nicky.

Nicky caught sight of Pete staring at his cock ramming into that hot looking ass as he spanked it. He grinned drunkenly at my new buddy, letting go of his boy's hair to reach for the flask. He took a swig, then handed it to Pete, reaching under Pete's shirt to twist a nipple as Pete took a swig. "Look at the hot jock!" Nicky cried out. Then he saw me, "Hi, Ike. Look at me. I've learned a few things about myself today." He handed the flask back to the boy as he kissed Pete.

"Are you okay, Nicky? You look a bit stoned."

"Feeling no pain, and a enjoying my new freedom, buddy-boy." he snorted. "I'm so glad my wife left me."

"She LEFT you?" I gasped. "You didn't tell me that before."

"I didn't quite accept it at the time. The funny thing is, I never got the chance to tell her I'm gay. She left me for another guy, the bitch. Took the kids to my mother's house in Selbyville."

I slapped his hand as he groped Pete, laughing. "One boy at a time, buddy. Right now, I have plans for Petey-boy`s ass."

I dragged an obviously smitten Pete and Gus into the stall, where Gus positioned himself to block off the glory-hole. "Strip!" I growled at Pete, who hurried to obey. As he did, I said to Gus, "I'm worried about Nicky. I'm afraid that he might try to drive in that condition."

"Master, may I escort him to his home after we're done?"

"You little fucker. You like him?"

"He's hot, and eagerly learning to dominate men. Hell, yes. You may have solved your problem." Naked, he bent over and grabbed the toilet talk top. "Now, big-brother, wallop my ass red for my master. Please?"

Gus chewed his lip, then lifted a hand. It landed on Pete's bubble-butt with force, drawing a small cry from the jock. Gus must have liked it, because he proceeded to spank that ass hard and fast, until it glowed bright pink.

"Enough, sirs." grunted Pete.

I had opened my fly and pulled out my cock during this scene, and was hard and dripping. I stuck a finger in the hot ass, to find it well-greased. "Were you a boy-scout, Cum-dump?"

"What?"

"You know their slogan: Be Prepared." We chuckled as I aimed at his hole. He cried out as I rammed into him.

"Thank you, Master!" He sighed as my balls slammed against his. Gus fished his fat cock out to jerk off as I fucked Pete, so I motioned him around to suck him as I reamed Pete's hole.

The action had us all very aroused. Pete's ass suddenly began to spasm as his orgasm approached. "Fuck, Pete, I'm gonna turn you into a cum-dump real fast. Shoot that fucking load, boy!"

As he whimpered and began to shoot, I wrapped my lips back around Gus's pulsing erection. He wheezed, "Drink my spooge, handsome." as he filled my mouth with his hot load, causing me to dump my load in Pete's hot ass.

We got dressed, and exited the stall to find Nicky leaning against the wall, his spent dick hanging out. He looked like he was going to cry. "Are you alright, buddy?" I asked. "Do you want my pal Pete here to drive you home?"

"Yes. I don't think I can stand spending the night alone. I tried to before, and just came back here to escape the empty house." He handed his keys to Pete. "You sure are hot looking."

Pete chuckled. "So are you, buddy."

The three of us wrangled Nicky to the parking lot, and he showed us his new Cadillac. I realized that he had to be wealthy to have afforded the money he spent on me in the Inn. After they drove off, I dove Gus home.

We went back to his bedroom when we got there, and before I knew it, he had me hard and back in his ass. This time, I fucked him good and hard for at least a half hour before I felt his ass tighten up as his balls prepared to empty. We shot at the same moment, his load going over my shoulder and onto my back as I filled his hot hole. Then we cuddled together to go back to sleep.

As I drifted off to slumber, I wondered when I'd meet his other kids.

But that is another story.

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