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From Chapter 3:
"Mikey, you are gonna love this. There's just one problem."
"What's that?"
"Since we both love taking it up the ass, who's gonna be the top?"
Chapter 4
[JK = Jason Kinsey; SW = Seth Watkins; MC = Mike Cronin]
JK:
Mike gave me an embarrassed grin and said, "You better take the lead, here, Jase. This stuff is all new to me."
I thought of everything Seth had put him through in the previous two days and thought that it wasn't ALL new to him, but I knew what he meant. And it was important not to spook him. "Mike, we'll do whatever you want to do. If it isn't comfortable, we don't have to do it. You're the newbie, so you call the shots."
"That's just it, Jase. I'm not sure what shots to call."
"Okay, how's about this? Let's get back to that kiss and just see what happens."
Mike just sort of stood there, so I grabbed him, put my hands down his shorts, and squeezed his tight buns. Then he kind of got with the program, and we attacked each other's mouths. At least he knew how to kiss, but I was pretty sure I was the first dude he'd ever kissed. Didn't matter. It was great. And I could feel my cock getting harder and pressing against his cock, which I could feel growing through both our shorts.
Soon we were humping against each other, feeling each other's bodies all over with our hands, and I was getting out of breath.
I pulled back a little.
"Mike, let's get the rest of our clothes off."
He took a deep breath and said, "Sounds like a plan."
We helped each other undress. I had seen him naked on the two previous days, but it was still exciting to see him that way, with his six inches of beautiful cut meat pointing toward the ceiling.
I was a little embarrassed that I only had five inches, but Mike looked at it. Then he nervously looked away.
"It's okay to look, Mike. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Ya like what ya see?"
He cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, Jase, it's, uh, nice."
"It's not very big."
"It's perfect. Just in proportion for a dude your size."
"Okay, enough comparison shopping," I chuckled, and pushed him down on his bed. I fell on top of him, and we began kissing and humping again. Before things went too far, though, I was determined to give him what I knew he wanted. So I got off of him and asked him to roll over. He had to adjust his hard cock as he turned onto his stomach, or it would probably have broken off.
I asked him to stick his butt in the air, and he quickly did that. "Got any lube?"
He looked a little embarrassed and said, "Yeah, there's some hand lotion in the bedside table."
I took that and slicked up my middle finger. Then I put some on his pucker. He jumped a little because it felt cold, I imagine. As I slowly began to work the finger up his hole, he began to wiggle. The man was a born bottom. "Oh, yeah, Jase. That's so cool! Who ever would have thought . . . ?"
Then he just moaned, because I found his nut and began to stroke it. It was pretty obvious that he liked it when he began to move his hips back toward me, and then fuck himself on my finger. And I thought I was an eager bottom!
"Okay, Mikey, patience, babe! I took more of the lotion and slathered up my hot, throbbing cock. Hey, I may like being a bottom, but looking at that butt, who wouldn't get hard and willing? I didn't even try the second and third fingers. I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed gently. Mike yelped, but then he must have remembered to push back, and before I knew what had happened, my pubes were against his nice, smooth ass. I did notice that, although Seth had told him to shave himself, he hadn't done his crack. We'd take care of that soon.
I just waited, fully into his chute. He almost whined, "That's great, dude, but aren't you supposed to be doing something now?"
I giggled. "Oh, well, if you insist." And I began to pull out, very slowly. He growled and gripped my tool with his ass muscles, as if he didn't want to let me go. It was fabulous! I long-dicked him slowly, wanting him to enjoy this as much as I was. And he seemed to be. He kept up a constant comment, "Yeah, Jase! Oh, yeah! That's sooo good! Aw, fuck! It's so much better when you do it than when Seth did it!" and stuff like that.
I wanted to keep going forever, but being just eighteen, after all, I couldn't hold back very long. Soon, I exploded into his gut.
"Oh, cool," he said, "I could feel it coming. That's so great!"
I collapsed onto his back. We were both sweating, despite the A/C, but when I licked the base of his neck, it tasted wonderful. Then I began to suck on the place where his neck joins his shoulder, and I gave him a hickey. He'd have to explain that to his dad, I supposed, but that was his problem. I couldn't resist marking him as mine, for the moment at least, and, I hoped, for a lot longer than that.
I lay there until my dick shrank and plopped out. Then I rolled off of him, and he turned over. His dick was still throbbing and leaking precum.
"Sheesh, Jason, that was fantastic, man!"
"Yeah, for me, too. But we're not through!" I reached for the lotion and smeared it all over his hot cock. He arched his back and stuck his hips up as high as he could get them. "Oh, yeah, I need to cum!"
"Then just hang on, babe."
I climbed up, squatted over him, facing his head, and lowered myself slowly onto his tool. My sphincter resisted for a moment, and then I found myself sitting on his pubes and hipbones. "Ohmygod!" he screamed. "Your ass is so hot! I fuckin' can't believe this!"
I began to move up and down, watching the variety of expressions that paraded across his face as I did. I don't know how much experience Mike had had fucking women, but this was obviously not only new but beyond anything he'd done before. He couldn't articulate. He just moaned and thrashed under me, bucking his hips up to meet my downward thrusts.
He didn't last long. Before either of us wanted him to, he unloaded inside my chute. As he came, he yelled out "Fuck!" so loud the neighbors would have heard if the windows had been open. Well, come to think of it, in this neighborhood, the houses were pretty far apart. But it could have been heard for a long way. I grinned because it was good to see him enjoying what we were doing. And there was now no doubt in either my mind or his that he was thoroughly gay. He might have been into girls, but he was sure as hell into man-sex, too.
After his orgasm, I waited for his dick to deflate and then rolled off. This time we lay on our sides and kissed each other for a long time. Finally, he pulled back and said, "Jase, we stink. Let's get a shower."
We went into the big en suite bathroom and played like a couple of kids in the shower, washing each other very carefully and thoroughly, giggling when we did each other's genitals.
As we were dressing afterward, I began to think of Seth. I was convinced from what I saw that he was gay. Maybe his feud with Mike was the excuse for what he was doing, but I was pretty sure he really got off on doing stuff with Mike. If he'd not been so stupid, he might have been where I was right then. I almost felt sorry for him, until I remembered how nasty he'd been to Mike.
MC:
Dad was helping me load the dishwasher after our dinner.
"Dad, can we talk?"
"Sure, Mike. Wanna come into the family room?"
"Yeah."
We both went and sat down. I was in shorts and a tee, and dad was wearing khakis, a tee, and his Docksiders. He kicked off the shoes and wiggled his toes.
"So, "Mike, what's going on?"
"Well, I, uh, . . . ."
"Got a problem, son?"
I was embarrassed. What guy my age wants to talk about sex with his dad? But I had asked him to talk, so I decided to push on. "Dad, when did you first think you were gay?"
Jim didn't answer right away, as if he were deciding how to answer the question. "First of all, I think I should say that I'm bi, if anything, not gay."
"'Bi' means `bisexual,' doesn't it?"
"Right."
"Okay, then when did you first know you were attracted to guys?"
"Sheesh, Mike! This is not easy to talk about."
"Maybe not, but, look Dad, you are the one who was kissing that dude in the picture. You said you were lovers. And I'm not just being nosy. I have a reason for asking."
"Yeah, well, I suppose you have a right to ask. So, okay, let's see. I guess when I was going through puberty I found that I was attracted to guys and girls both. But I knew back then, even though the 70's were supposedly enlightened and liberated, that being queer was asking for a lot of grief. So I just went with the dating routine. I had a couple of girlfriends in high school, and I dated in college. But, to tell the truth, I had a lot of fantasies about guys, and got hard sometimes when I'd see a great looking guy."
"So you knew from your teen years that guys attracted you."
"Along with women, yes. Now, what's all this about?"
"Well, look, Dad, I've just found out that you had a male lover. I've just seen a picture of you and him kissing. I think I have a right to know what went on."
Dad thought about that for a while. "I suppose you do. I'm sorry, Mike. Do you have more questions?"
"Did you really like sex with what's his name as well as with women?"
"Darren."
"Huh?"
"His name is Darren."
"Oh, yeah, right. So, was it really as good with Darren as it is with Mom?"
"Mike, I absolutely refuse to talk about your mother's and my sexual relations."
"Okay, let's make it hypothetical. How do you feel about man-to-man sex as compared with heterosexual sex? Do you ever get hard over a guy?"
"Damn, you just won't let up, will you? But I suppose I owe you this." He took a deep breath. "I need a scotch. Can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm cool."
Dad went to the kitchen and came back with his Talisker.
"Okay. As I told you, I adore your mother. I don't ever expect to have sex with any other person as long as we're both alive. But, yes, I become aroused sometimes when I see a great-looking guy."
"Did you ever take it up the ass with Darren?"
He almost choked on a swallow of his whisky. "Mike, where is this coming from? Are you trying to make me squirm? If so, you're doing a damn good job of it."
I began to feel sorry for him. I guess I had been pushing pretty hard. "Look, Dad, this isn't easy to say. I'm not asking all this just to get back at you for finding out you're, uh, bisexual. The fact is, I, uh, well, uh . . . ."
"What is it, son?"
"Well, I think I am, too."
He set his glass down and looked at me intently. "You're . . . what?"
"Bisexual."
He picked the glass back up and took a good swallow. "What on earth makes you think that? I thought you and Marcy were pretty close."
"Hey, Dad, I've dated several girls, and I'm not a virgin."
He grinned. "Well, I would never have asked. But given the mores these days, and given your looks, I didn't imagine you were. I hope you are always careful."
"Yeah, I know all about safe sex and condoms and all that."
"But what's this about being bisexual?"
"I've had experiences with a couple of guys lately, and I think I like sex with guys at least as much as with women."
"And you had the nerve to be disapproving with me the other day?"
"Well, duh! I'm not committed to anyone. You are married, in case you've forgotten."
"Point well taken. As I explained, though, there is nothing left between Darren and me but fondness. I LOVE your mother. Now, what's this about you and this `couple of guys'"?
"Look, I don't particularly want to give you the details, but I've learned lately just how great sex with men can be. So I guess I'm bi."
"Who are these guys?"
"You don't seriously think I'm going to tell you that, do you?"
He sighed. "Well, I suppose not. But, look, you know you're letting yourself in for a world of shit if you are openly gay."
"Yeah, as if I didn't know that."
"Well, Mike, all I can say is to proceed cautiously. Be careful. Keep your options open. It isn't easy, even in these supposedly enlightened times, to be out. Besides that, whether you are giving yourself to a woman or a man, protect your heart. When you care for someone, you give them the power to hurt you."
"I'm not talking about love here, Dad, just sex."
"Well, there are obvious precautions you need to take there, too, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Hey, you know what?"
"What, Mike?"
"You haven't said anything about how me being bi might affect your career."
"Mike, dammit, you're my son and I love you. The general public doesn't need to know. Sexual orientation is nobody's business, after all. And if our family and friends find out, your mother and I will stand beside you. I also trust you. Notice I haven't asked you how you handled that thing with the picture, though I've been nervous as a cat about it."
I hadn't thought about that. "Yeah, I forgot to tell you. The thing with the picture of you and Darren is taken care of, I think. Someday I'll tell you what happened, but I don't think I'm up for that just yet."
He stood up. "Come here!" He held his arms out. I stood, and we hugged. And I experienced something totally new. Dad had a boner.
SW:
I didn't know whether I fucked up or I just got fucked by fate. I thought I could turn Mike out, make him my bitch, and instead he turned the tables on me. When he showed me those pictures of me, it looked as if we had played to a draw, and I was okay. But I still wanted him. I'd wanted him for too long to give up so soon. Now I was going to do more than make him my boy, I was going to make him into a real bitch boy. So I was cool. I played for time.
First I had to find out who had taken those pics of me, and how they had set me up. No way could that have been coincidental. We were at a standoff for the moment, but those pics he had of me weren't the end of the world. I had two advantages. I had money and I didn't fight fair. Besides, I could tell that Cronin wasn't hating what I was doing to him as much as he wanted to. He'd always thought he was straight. He probably just squelched those feelings in his cock when he saw guys in the shower. So he was degraded when I did those things to him. He despised me for making him do queer things. And he probably got a sick feeling when he found that he actually liked some of that gay stuff. He may have hated me, but I think he even liked being abused. He was a born bitch. I was sure of that. But he wasn't my bitch. Not yet.
MC:
Our summer jobs started. Jason was working in a camera shop at the mall. Dad had insisted that I take a community service job, so I was working at a local community center. We had a food bank, we took in used but usable furniture, we had before and after school programs for latchkey kids, we had tutoring and mentoring programs for disadvantaged kids. I enjoyed it. I was never sure what they'd have me doing, since I was just a summer volunteer, but it was interesting work. One of the things I enjoyed most was tutoring Willie Daniels in math. Willie was a nice eleven-year-old black kid. He wasn't stupid. He was doing well in his other subjects at school, but he just didn't get math. I'm no whiz, but I knew enough to help him. And we made enough progress the first week that I figured by the end of the summer he'd be up to grade level.
Jason and I managed to spend some time together either at his house or mine most evenings and on weekends. When I introduced Jason to him, Dad was pleasant enough, but he really gave Jase the once over. But then, I'd told him I was having gay feelings, so it stands to reason the next guy I brought home, especially when I brought him home a lot, would get some scrutiny. I think Dad must have figured out what was going on, but he didn't say anything. Then I had an awful thought. What if Dad was looking at Jason and enjoying what he saw? Well, why not? He said he could get hard looking at good-looking guys, and Jason sure had the looks. But it bothered me somehow thinking of my dad getting a boner looking at my boyfriend. My boyfriend? Where did that come from? God,' I said to myself, Mike you really are learning things about yourself!'
Mom got back, and she was really sweet to Jason. Poor innocent Mom. It never occurred to her that we were having sex every way we could think of to do it.
My roommate at the university my freshman year, Ian Shaw, was from our town, but he was transferring to a university downstate to be with his girlfriend, so I need someone to share my apartment with at State. I suggested that Jason might want to share it with me, and he seemed pleased that I'd asked him. It was a mark of how well I felt I was getting to know him and how much I liked him that I suggested that on such short acquaintance.
Jason's father was a CPA at a well-known firm downtown. His mother didn't work. He didn't have any brothers or sisters. So we could spend time in his room. His dad often worked late and was out of town a lot. His mother belonged to the garden club and some sort of ladies group at her church and played bridge, so she was gone a lot, too, though it was mostly in the daytime. Anyway, when Jason introduced me to his folks, they were pleasant but sort of vague. When Jason said we might be roommates at State in the fall, his mother said something like, "Oh, that's nice, dear."
The next time Jase and I got to have any sex, he begged me to fuck him. He talked me through it very patiently. He said he wanted to be on his back so he could watch my face. We were at his house one evening when both his parents were out for the evening. He had lube, not just hand lotion like I'd been using. I don't know whether he always had it, or whether he'd bought it for the occasion. Though I hadn't asked, I suspected Jason had had some experience with guys before.
Anyway, he pulled his knees up against his chest and told me to lube up my middle finger and then stick it up his ass. Somehow that seemed too clinical, so I pushed his legs apart and lay in between them, licking and sucking his nipples. He must have liked that, because soon he was wiggling and moaning. I discovered that I liked that, too. I was just doing it to make him feel good, but there was something totally natural about it. I'd sucked on Marcy's tits and I liked to nuzzle between them, but I couldn't imagine liking to suck a guy's nips. I did it because I wanted to make Jason feel good. Something about his flat pecs and hard nips got to me, though, and I began to enjoy it.
I sort of followed my nose and my instincts, and eventually wound up with his cock in my mouth. It was a lot better than sucking Seth because, as I said, I wanted to give Jase pleasure. Again, there was something just right about having his dick in my mouth. I gagged a little at first, but I soon learned how to please him. Then he surprised me by pushing me away.
"Mike, that's great, stud, but I really want you inside me. Fuck me, please."
So I lubed up my finger as he had asked me to do before all the kissing and licking started, and gradually worked it into his hole. His chute was so warm, and he clamped down on my finger with a vise grip
"Oooh, yeah, Mikey. Wiggle it around until you find my nut."
I explored, and soon I found this hard bump, which I began to stroke with the end of my finger. I thought he was going to come up off the bed!
"Ohmygod, yes, that's it! That's my magic button! Oh, hurry, I want your nice cock inside me stroking that."
So, I lubed up my cock. I was leaking some, despite my nervousness. My finger wasn't shitty or anything when I pulled it out, so that helped, too. I didn't see how my tool was going to fit into that little hole, but it had the previous night when he sat on it, so I pushed in.
It wasn't working at first because it was so tight, but Jason pushed like he was taking a dump. I took it slow because I didn't want to hurt him, but eventually, I was all the way in.
"Oh, Mike, that feels so good. There's nothing like the feeling of having a nice cock up your ass. Now, you remember what to do next, don't you?"
I slapped his ass. "Well, duh! Of course I know. I've fucked women before, and I've had you and Watkins both up my hole."
He giggled. "Then for God's sake, DO IT!"
So I began to move in and out, slowly at first, but gradually building up speed.
"Smack my ass, Mike!"
`Whatever turns you on,' I thought, and slapped his ass. When I did, he clamped down on my dick and I thought I'd come on the spot.
"Do it again!" I did. And again, that incredible feeling that he was milking me with his ass muscles.
So, I kept slapping and he kept constricting, and soon we were into a vigorous, sweaty, noisy fuck. It's a good thing his parents weren't home. At one point he reached up and pulled on my still super-sensitive nipples. That did it. I began to shoot my load. When I started, that triggered him. His cum arced from his hard cock and landed on his face and chest. After the last spasm of my dick, I collapsed onto him, spent. He took his hand and scraped off some of his cum and swallowed it. Then he got some more on his hand and offered it to me.
"You want me to eat your cum?"
"Yeah. Haven't you tasted your own?"
"No, just Seth's."
"Well, okay, but it's good stuff."
Now he had me curious, so I licked his fingers. Not bad. Sweet, bland, not much taste. I licked some off his forehead that he'd missed.
About then my cock came out of him with a sort of a slurping noise, and with both chuckled.
"Here, let me clean you up." He pushed me off him and onto my back. Before I knew what had happened, he had my cock in his mouth. I was pretty grossed out by that, knowing where it had just been, but he didn't seem to mind. I was really startled when he then grabbed me by the ears and kissed me, practically raping me with his tongue. I expected to gag, but it wasn't bad. I could taste my cum and something vaguely funky, but not as disgusting as I'd expected.
He laughed. "Oh, Mikey, you're going to be a regular pig before you know it. This is going to be a fantastic summer!"
SW:
"So it was Jason Kinsey who took those pictures," I exclaimed to myself as I read the report of my detective. As soon as I left Mike's house the morning he showed me the pictures of the two of us on his patio, I called Spade, the `tec, and explained that Cronin must have had a friend who was helping him with some things. I sure didn't want to tell Spade what went on at Cronin's house. Spade was a scruffy looking character. He reminded me of that old movie actor, Humphrey Bogart. But he had a good reputation, and he had produced good results for me, so who gave a shit what he looked like?
It only took Spade a couple of days of digging to find out what I wanted to know. He said that Mike and Jason had been together several times, both at the Kinseys' and the Cronins' houses. I remembered that Jason was a photographer at our high school, and that the little chink was always getting pictures in the school newspaper and the yearbook. So he and Mike were buddies? Very interesting.
I told Spade to keep tabs on what they were doing and report back.
I wondered if Mike and Jason were more than friends. Mike's reactions to what I made him do confused me at first, when I thought he really hated it. For real, he looked at me like he wanted to rip my balls off. But he did seem to get off on having my dick up his ass, and he did give to all the stuff I did to him in without too much resistance. I mean, surer, I had that pic of his old man, but a lot of guys would have just gone ballistic. Mike caved almost from the beginning.
All through high school I never figured Cronin was gay. I didn't see him much at State last year. But now I think he is. If I had known that earlier, maybe I'd just have tried to become his friend and then find out what happened. We might have been fuckbuddies. Who knows, even lovers? But now he was with the little chink who had helped him screw up my plans.
Okay, Cronin,' I thought, if you and Kinsey are getting it on, I'll know about it. And I'll get you both. I'll make you sorry you chose him when you could have had me!' Then I began to think some more about the two of them. Kinsey was a cute little guy. I was going to make them both into my slave boys, and worse. They couldn't even imagine the humiliations I had in mind for them.
[To be continued. Happy Holidays!]