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I'm sorry about the slight delay in sending out a new chapter. If you have any suggestions about future chapters, please send them to me at knack6@hotmail.com, because I'm not sure what to do next and what new faces to involve in the stories. Should I continue with this story, should I focus on new pairings (Edmund/Richard, Tony/Shayne, etc.)? What?
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When Danny finally readied himself to watch the unlabeled tape which he'd found dumped next to the kitchen door a few hours earlier, he was alone for the night. Dealing with her brother Rick's wedding, her father Ed's return, and Robbie's toddler urges had exhausted her into an early bedtime. Ed was even more exhausted, only having been back from Africa for a few days.
Danny liked the quiet time. He'd always felt out of place in the Bauer home, moreso now than ever with their patriarch back. Popping the tape in the VCR, he sat back, legs open, settling into the expanse of the couch.
If he'd been eating popcorn, he would've choked to death at that moment.
Danny saw himself on the screen, legs spread as lewdly as they were at the moment, only without the benefit of pants. A manicured-but-masculine hand traced his dancer-like thighs, poked at his nuts, then settled into jerking his long, slender cock. Danny stared at the image open-mouthed, asking himself who would do this, what they wanted in return for the copies and original.
As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he was also drinking in his own body. He had never quite realized how sexy his body was, how his hairless, toned chest matched his trimmed pubic area perfectly. Someone flipped him so that his erection would poke the chair seat, his ass in the air, and as he watched his supple cheeks being smoothed over, his hands took on a mind of their own. Cool, centralized air breezed by his nipples, making them erect nubs easily pinched between his satiny, sleek, fingers. Unbuttoning further, he grunted as the man on the television screen spread the video Danny's cheeks, cruelly exposing his puckering rosebud. When a finger began digging into the ring, Danny let his head loll against the back of the couch for a moment as a wave of heat ran through him. His tight cheeks clenched in imitation of the buttocks onscreen, his impatient hands planing across his flat, sensitive belly, tracing up and down his near-invisible treasure trail as he lowered his slacks.
His bell end stuck like glue against his black bikini briefs, leaving slimy trails of precum which Danny rubbed his thumb into. Sliding up and down his entire shaft, he left his snake trapped, the friction, the tease driving him further and further to the edge. Knowing how dirty this was, jacking off as his limp mirror image was now being jacked off, knowing Michelle or Ed could walk in at any minute...sent Danny into danger pleasure zones he hadn't experienced since his hushed, post-lights-out circle jerk sessions with a few roommates in boarding school.
Bucking his hips, mouth painstakingly shut to block his moans, he ripped open his briefs as both versions of himself were dripping continuous pools of early seed. Finally, Danny watched himself erupt, and when a volley coated the lens, Danny lost all control of his own erection. Clamping down on the base of his beet-red shaft, load after load exploded from his rigid meat, coating his hands, thighs, the couch cover, his chest, even the coffee table.
Sighing deeply at the hottest session he'd had in several years, he shook his head to clear out the cobwebs, coating his fingers and palms in the gooey cum piles surrounding him, then licking away the residue as a slightly sweet late-night snack.
Just as he was about to hit the stop button and figure out what to do next, very familiar voices and faces began occupying the tape.
"Fuckin' pretty boy ain't ever gonna know what hit him. Those drugs sure did the trick."
"Yes, well, shall we move on to more pressing business?"
Romeo Jones and Edmund Winslow. Of course. Only Romeo would be stupid enough to not even bother to check the tape.
Danny remained on the couch to hear any more incriminating words, but the talk ended pretty fast. The only sound was of garments rustling and falling like leaves. Laying back, Danny began tickling exploratory fingers against his quivering, hair-lined hole and stroking his flaccid organ. Hardness returned to his eager crotch when Edmund lowered his trousers and patterned boxers to show off the shapely, lush mounds Danny had dreamed of plunging his mobster meat between. As Edmund deep-throated Romeo's thick girth and Romeo began digging his toe into Edmund's sweat-drenched anus, encouraging his "royal cockslut", Danny was half-hard and pumping away. By the time Edmund had plunged deep into Romeo, tight balls slapping against Romeo's taint, Romeo spilling all over the bare desktop, Danny had three fingers up his virgin ass and was filling the room with a second geyser. Exhausted, he kept his mind closed long enough to watch Edmund erupting into the manhole of Romeo Jones, Romeo and Edmund swallowing each other's tongues, then licking each other clean. As Romeo began dressing, the tape cut off.
Danny shook his sore limbs and stood on unsteady feet, planning to wash the couch cover and his clothes, then himself. He could use that time to formulate his next move: how to pay Edmund and Romeo back in just the right way.