Tall Ships

The Tall Ships Part 6

As I leaned against Olaf in my bedroom while he slowly undressed me, my mind was filled with multiple confusions. I had taken a sex filled walk (and done some shopping) to try to sort my feelings about the fact that the handsome, hung Swedish Naval officer who was related to their Royal Family might get a changed assignment that would leave him in New York or Washington, DC. This left us with the confusing possibility of a relationship between an uneducated gay trucker and a nobleman who was a Naval officer. I had made some decisions but had not had the chance to tell him about them yet, since he was power fucking my redheaded ex-navy Chief Petty Officer buddy Ricky in an successful attempt to make that man-slut scream his lung out when I got home. I had to give Olaf a deep kiss to make him cum and save the poor Chief, who had been having dry orgasms and was begging for mercy.

Then my jarhead whore cousin Rob, Junior confused me further by telling that his hustler twin brothers had told him that my fucking brother was PROUD of me. Jimmy had not spoken to me since I came out, refusing a series of phone calls right afterwards. I knew when I wasn't wanted, and gave up. I had kept up limited contact with the rest of my family after that. I was deeply hurt by his rejection, since we had once been best buddies, although he's three years older than me.

In the middle of all this insanity, the twins arrived to a two room former tenement apartment with one toilet and a small kitchen to join in an orgy that already included, at my last count, seven men: two slaves, a bossy bottom who liked to take the top at times, and four tops who all liked a dick in their ass when attached to the right man. The entire thing was already topsy-turvy: when I arrived home from my "walk" I watched the most dedicated of the slaves happily fucking the shit out of one of the most dedicated tops, who was fucking that slave's Master. Who I was sure was as in love with his new slave as that slave was with him.

As Junior went to let his brothers in, I muttered to myself: "Great! Just what we need! Two more horny studs in this dump. WHY did I allow this fucking family reunion?"

Olaf hugged me from behind. "Perhaps it is time for it? And perhaps there is a language problem with your brother to repair?"

I leaned back against him. Rick was dead to the world, a big grin plastered on his handsome face. "Perhaps. Or maybe those idiot boy-whores got it all mixed up." I had no idea why I was so angry at the twins, who I had not seen in a few years. I had been close to them when they were pre-teens.

Olaf licked my ear as he pulled the last of my clothes off "Perhaps.." he breathed in my ear. "Perhaps. We see soon enough, my love."

Suddenly, I forgot about my brother, and the pain his rejection had caused me. I had Olaf's love. For the time, that was enough. Now I prayed that he got that new assignment... Or did I? I still worried: would things work out of he did? We were SO passionate now, but how would things be if he WAS really HERE? If this wasn't just an exciting, holiday affair? I realized that I had never had a real relationship with a person before, female or male. It had always been about sex, or hiding my being gay. COULD I be in a long term relationship? I wanted it, especially with Olaf... but...?

I sighed. He was holding me tight, and making love to my neck. His new erection was poking me in the ass. Well, there was evidence of his fondness for my body, at least. I was surprised the man could get hard after fucking Ricky for almost two solid hours. Hell, I was surprised he could STAND!

Olaf breathed in my ear something I had muttered minutes before: "Let tomorrow solve itself, Ike." then hugged me tighter as he hissed in my ear "Yessss. Is very good idea."

I heard the twins greeting Junior in the living room, and I realized that I had to take care of something else, first. I reached out with my foot and slammed my bedroom door shut with a loud bang. Olaf, confused, let go of me.

"That was a favorite saying of my grandfather. Another one was `Deal with one problem at a time.', and I intend to do that right now, Olaf."

He looked at me warily. "Is good saying, but why do I have feeling I not going to like what you have to say."

Smiling, I put my hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm tired, and annoyed, and confused. And totally in love with Olaf. But I need to talk to you about my walk. Help me push Rick over so we can sit on the bed." I had a king sized bed that took up the entire corner of the room, except for a tiny end-table. We shoved the big man against the wall.

We sat, holding hands. "It smells to me like you had a very good walk, Ike." Olaf smirked.

"Well, as that punk Junior pointed out, neither of us have brought up being an exclusive couple... not yet. And you may get to meet the British bloke who deposited that hot load in me."

He grinned. "And then you deposited one in him, am I right?"

"If I didn't have a worn out witness sleeping right next to us that you were right here screwing Rick's butt better than he's ever had it in his life, I'd swear you followed me. How the HELL did you know that?"

"We two are very alike, my love. A man who fucked you would be very manly, so I am eager to meet him, yes. But you would not let him get away without at least forcing a load in his mouth, but probably his ass, since I would not do that. To let this manly stud know he had not beaten me."

I laughed, since it was exactly what happened. "That wasn't the important part of my walk, sweetheart. I decided that for my own sanity, we have to play a game. You and I and all the men here. A simple little game."

"May I guess what your sanity game is?"

"Uh, sure."

"If it was me, the unsure of our situation would be painful very much. In fact, it is, Ike, very painful. I wish that Lars never told me what uncle from UN told him. So I would like to play game: we all pretend that Lars and Olaf still leave at end of week with sailing ship, and Lars never spoke with uncle. "

Suddenly Rick spoke. "Sounds like a good plan to me. Why put yourselves through the pain of believing in a fairy-tale ending that may or may not come true when y'all can play this game and go through this week the way it was supposed to be. If things work out different, then it's a very pleasant surprise."

"I'm sorry. Did we wake you up?" I said with concern.

"Y'all banged my head against the wall when you moved me, but I figured out you two wanted to be alone, so I played `possum. He's right, though Ike, isn't he? He's so much like you, that I bet that was your idea, too."

"Am I that simple to read, Ricky?" I was only mildly surprised that Olaf, who loved me as much as I loved him, had the same thoughts that I did. But Rick and I had only spent one fabulous night together...

"Rick is in love with you, too, Ike." Olaf stated simply. I stared from one to the other. I had to admit that I wasn't totally shocked; his sudden decision to leave the Navy after his night with me had made me suspect that it was ME that had been the main factor in his decision to retire. What surprised me was that OLAF was aware of this; I had asked Rick to keep things light until Olaf left.

Olaf laughed. "How can I fuck Rick for so long on your bed and not find his feelings for you? He cried out your name when he shoots hios first load; so I ask him. We have interesting talk while I drill his hot ass." I must have had a strange look on my face, because the two of them cracked up. Olaf gave me a passionate kiss. "Olaf is not surprised. You are so easy to love, Ike. Not just to sex with, but to love."

Rick grinned. "You had it right when I showed up. I WAS hoping that you might be interested in more than just that one night with me. It wasn't the hot sex. I'll be honest, baby; I've had better, although very, very few. What I HAVEN'T found was a man willing to give me whatever I needed. I could smell those other men on you, but you decided to give me the night I needed, and I was afraid even a young stud like you would have a stroke making the effort. THAT was what made me realize I was being an asshole to go back to sea and be miserable. Leroy, the only sailor I'd ever considered having an affair with, had finished his hitch and left the ship. So I got logical; there was a man in New York who had made me feel special during what he knew was a one night stand. You weren't trying to impress me to create a relationship. Y'all knew there was no future for us, but went all out to please me. THAT was what lead me to resign. Now, let me make myself clear: I'm not trying to make you feel obligated to a relationship with me. What I'm saying is that for the first time I realized that it would be possible to have what I wanted: a man of my own who would be a partner as well as a hot fucker. It would have been nice if it was you, but as soon as I got here, I knew that was impossible."

"But you knew that Olaf is probably was going back to Sweden..."

He put a hand on my cheek, a sad smile on his face. "And taking your heart with him, Ike. If I pushed after he left, yeah, we'd become lovers. You'd enjoyed our sex enough to want to keep it going. But I'm not sure I want to be the consolation prize. When I get a man, I want to be in the first place in his heart, not the hot and eager asshole who happens to be available while the man he loves is getting married on the other side of the Atlantic. So no, Ike, I`m NOT making a play for you, now. Even if Olaf DOES go home and get married. Now, go talk to your relatives and figure out if your brother hates you or not. Yeah, I heard it all."

I turned around, surprised to find that Olaf had left the room. Rick smirked. "Want to bet $100 that he' telling everyone about your `sanity game'?"

I laughed. "No bet. It's what you would do. And you're just like the two of us." I grabbed his hand. "I'm sorry, Ricky."

"Why? That I didn't move fast enough? Would things have been different if I called you the next day and told you I was resigning?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. I was home all that night. You wore me out. I didn't meet Lars and Olaf until the night after that. A phone call from you THAT night might have even made a difference..."

He laughed. "No it wouldn't. God love you for a liar, Ike, but you are NOT in love with me, not even a little. Y'all have the hots for my talented ass, but I saw the look on your face when I came up the stairs. You were happy, but also horrified. You tried not to show it. But you were, buddy, especially when I told you I'd resigned. You were terrified I'd say something to let Olaf know how I felt about you. That was a waste of time, by the way. He knew it, just as soon as he saw the look on my face when I started to tell you what happened. You fell in love with a real special guy, Ike. Hell, if I wasn't in love with y'all, I'd fall for him myself. Now, GO, and let me get some sleep. I got me a feeling y`all will be wanting this here bed soon enough. And save me a chicken breast."

With a laugh, I left the room. And found bedlam in the living room and kitchen.

I hadn't seen Junior's kid bothers, who the family always just called "the twins", in over two years, due to my estrangement with my own family since coming out, mostly with my brother Jim. Robbie had told me that the pair had been working out and had become hustlers in the last few years. They'd always been handsome jocks in their early teens. Seeing the two of them naked and hard was now impressive.

They were identical twins and had grown up to be very hot hunks. I'm 6' tall; their jarhead big brother is 6'1". They're 6'3" of well pumped muscle, and at a few weeks short of 20, the two of them were as hairy as I was, and more than their brother. While Ron and I had black hair, they had inherited unusual reddish-brown hair from their beautiful mother. The effect was pretty interesting; hell, it was downright hot! Rose must have had some really well hung men in her family, too. Cal and Al swung almost an inch more than Rob and I did, although our almost identical uncut dicks were a lot fatter than their cut hoses. No wonder they loved being hustlers! They were probably VERY successful with those big pricks, beautiful bodies, and versatile sexuality.

My roommate Johnny was on his knees sucking Cal. Cocksucking was not Johnny's strongest skill, and over the last few days, his new "Master", the short black muscle stud Leroy, had been "forcing" him to deep throat as many hung studs as possible. It had been funny to watch. The recently retired sailor, who I had invited to move in with us when I saw how much Johnny liked him, was obviously falling in love with his "slave" in return. Their relationship during the few days when we had all these men in the house was developing in interesting ways, but the bond seemed to be stronger every time I saw the two of them.

Leroy's smile as Johnny gagged on Cal's monster dick (still smaller than Olafs and Leroys, but pretty daunting) was very fond. Cal was casually drinking a beer while the "slave-boy" who was almost as old as his father swallowed his magnificent dick. I could see saliva dripping off Al's equally massive and hard dick. Johnny had been a busy "boi".

I grinned at the twins as I walked in the room. Most of the men were eating the chicken I had brought home, and Olaf had joined them. Both twins stared at him lustfully, and looked back at me. Obviously they had been told about the situation. Al looked at me with wide eyes.

"So, my choice in Swedish sailors impresses you, huh, Al?"

He looked surprised. "Why is it, Ike, that you can always tell us apart? Only Mom and Rob can do that. The old Jarhead Asshole sure never could."

I laughed. "Cal, do you remember when you guys were.. I guess 12... I had to rush you to the Emergency room when I was babysitting the three of you? You'd gashed open your head?" Cal grunted in answer. "I guess Johnny's cocksucking is improving." Cal grinned as he shoved his dick all the way down, banging his balls on my roommate's chin. We all applauded when he took it without gagging. "You had stitches on our head, near the hairline. You still have a faint scar. If you didn't have such short hair, I`d be as lost as everyone else." I walked over and gave both young men deep hot kisses to let them know I was accepting them there as sexually mature men, having just reminded them of an embarrassing incident from childhood. That gash had been made by a girl beating both boys up. They had been skinny, weak kids. Not any more. I felt up their hot asses, too. I wanted them to remember who was the boss here. Cal thrust his hairy ass back on my hand with a moan. "I'll remember that, Cal. But I still owe your jarhead asshole big brother a hard fuck first."

He grinned. "I'll give you a hand. It's been awhile since we double dicked the hungry-cunt, but he loves that, Ike. And has the hungriest ass in the Marines, Army and Navy combined." Robbie, who was riding Lars' long cock while they shared chicken gave him a friendly finger. "Look at him, Ike. He can't even eat dinner without a Swedish dick up his ass. He had a trail of cum leaking out of him when we got here, and sat on that long pole with no grease. Hungry whore." He ginned affectionately at his brother.

Leroy came over and hugged me. "We're ALL playing some interesting games, buddy. Everything is OK." I slapped his ass and walked over to get his present for him. I handed him a paper bag. He pulled out the house keys on the sort of clip gay men like to use to clip their keys on their belt loops to signify "Top" or "Bottom". He looked at me, then took a deep breath. "Well, I guess this REALLY makes it official. I'm Johnny's... boyfriend." I looked surprised. John gurgled and pulled up from sucking Cal to stare at the muscle stud. Leroy looked down at him. "Who are we kidding, John? We enjoy our Master and Slave games, but I've already told you a half dozen times that I love you."

Johnny beamed. "And I love you too, Leroy. Although thanks for making it official and public, MASTER!" We all laughed.

I lit a cigar, and leaned against the wall. Al walked up to me, eyes gleaming. "Robbie told me that he told you that his first jerk off fantasy was about you." I nodded. "Well, mine was, too. Right after I saw you smoking a cigar for the first time." He bent over and sucked on a nipple as I smoked the cigar. "You were shirtless, and had your hands behind your head, and I drooled over your muscles and your hairy pits..." his tongue got my tits hard, and he bit them, then he licked out my pits as I took the pose he mentioned. He licked down my body and swallowed my hardness like the pro he was. In one swallow, my balls hit his chin, and he used those throat muscles to massage my cockhead. I thrust up as I held the pose for him, his eyes looking up at me in adoration. I knew that I could have a sex slave with one word, so I just let him have his sex fantasy without making any demands. His fingers spread my ass-cheeks, so he found Clyde's cum drooling from my ass, making him moan around my dick. So I said quietly. "Robbie ate one load of jism out of my ass. Would you like to eat another, Al?" He silently turned me around, bent me over, and a skilled tongue snaked into me, licking up the British sperm. He hummed in pleasure as I blew cigar smoke through my legs at him. I could see his cock bobbing as it drooled precum.

When he was done, he bent over the back of the easy chair, wiggling his ass at me. He looked over his shoulder with a sexy grin. "The next part of my jerk off fantasy, Ike. Your spit wet dick pounding my hungry ass." I obliged, and was not surprised to find a load in there. He had not been in the apartment long enough for any of the men to have fucked that load in him, so I assumed it was a john's load. Somehow, that made it even hotter.

I wrapped my arms around him, cigar in my teeth, and fucked him hard as he grunted in pleasure. I said softly "Who's load is that sloshing around in there, whore-boy?"

Cal gave out a cry as he fed a load to Johnny, then strutted over to join us.

He moaned. "We had a date with one of our regular johns, our muscle worshipper. He had some guests. One of them paid $100 to fuck me after I made a big fuss about being straight rough trade. I gave him a good ride, and he shot off in three minutes. What made it really hot is that our john knew it wasn`t true, but played along to get his buddy to pay me big bucks. Although the john has never tried to fuck us, I think I owe him a surprise next week, Cal." I slapped his ass hard. "I hear you turn tricks, too, Ike. Seems to be the family business."

"Yeah, all four of us," I chuckled as I thrust in harder.

He moaned "Man, this is what I've dreamed of for almost seven years. You're fucking great, Ike!" Since I wasn't paying him, I knew this wasn't the hustler talking, but the boy with a crush on me. I kissed his neck and I felt his ass begin to spasm "No, it's more then us four. And that's all you get out of me right now, because I'm about to fucking.. SHOOT!" Olaf knelt and wrapped his lips around the young man's big cock, swallowing his load as I felt the strong spasms overtaking his talented ass. Being closer to 30 than 20, I regretfully pulled out, saving my load for the hours to come. There were seven other men in the apartment with us. And one of them was my Olaf.

I slapped his ass hard. "What do you mean, Al?"

Olaf said "Even I understood that. Other members of your family sell their dicks and asses."

Al who was recovering from the orgasm, ruffled his hair and laughed. "Handsome, hot as hell and smart. And from those few seconds, I'd bet a great cocksucker." Olaf grinned. "And he's right. There is at least one other guy in my generation who hustles a little as rough trade, and at least one in YOUR generation who hustles. Present tense."

I turned him around "Who?"

Cal shouted "Yeah, who? Since when do you keep secrets from ME?" Junior asked the same question, then groaned in pleasure as an orgasm approached for him. Olaf wandered over to drink that one, too.

Al stood up. "Since the men asked me to keep quiet. I found out by accident about both of them." He got a stubborn look on his face. "It's my business, and I agreed. They both used the only weapon that would work on us."

Cal said "They threatened to tell mom that we're still hustling?" Al nodded. "Well, since they're our relatives, I can say without fear of mistake: they're fucking bastards. I thought they were leaving her alone."

Rob was cumming in Olaf sucking mouth, and making quite a bit of noise. I knew why. I could hear a bit of humming from my... Damn, I had to be honest: from my FUCKING boyfriend! Why the hell did Olaf have to be so damned spectacular?! Lars was twisting my jarhead cousin's nipples as Olaf finished him off orally. I knew how impressed he'd be by a few seconds of the Humming. Just as long as My Man didn't treat him to the entire ritual. I planned on keeping THAT pleasure exclusively for myself... At least until he went home..? Damn, I was more confused than ever.

Rob kissed Olaf and shared his load with him. Then he looked over. "Can we get any hints?"

Al shook his head. "I made a promise. And at least I can be a whore who keeps my word."

Well, he was right. When Rob and Cal tried to bully him, I stopped them. "He made a promise. Grandpa always taught us to keep our word. We may not be gentlemen, but we ARE honorable. Except for your motherfucker dad and his brother. Especially your dad."

Olaf interrupted. "If you are truly honorable men, then you are more gentlemen than many men I know with titles. So you are gentlemen. And very sexy ones." Lars agreed.

The phone rang. John walked over to answer it. "Ike, it's for you." I went over to get it, and to my surprise, he gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek, then went into his room. Suddenly only Olaf and I were in the room. And he looked as confused as me.

"Hey, kiddo, I finally get to talk to you. The jarhead tells me that we have a communications problem, and it's my fucking fault."

"Jimmy??"

"Is there someone else in the world who calls you `kiddo" since grandpa died besides your big brother?"

"Why...? How...? What the fuck...?"

"Let me do the talking, kid. I was angry when you came out, but not because you're gay, you idiot. Because you kept it from me. I thought we were more than brothers, but best buddies, and you really hurt my feelings by keeping that big secret from me, and then not telling me first. I was wrong to act like an asshole, and wrong to hang up on you when you tied to call me. But then you have some responsibility, too. Well, that, and the fact that out family has a bad temper that bears a grudge for a long time. Look how grandpa kept that feud going against his cousin for FORTY years."

I sat down on the floor, flabbergasted. "You don't hate me?" Tears were flowing down my cheeks. Olaf knelt, and was holding me in his arms. Stroking my hair. I leaned against his chest.

"Hell, no. I love you, and I'm proud that you had the balls to stand up and be honest to our fucking redneck family. It took me six months to stop being pissed at you, and another three to get off my high horse, and I've been TRYING to get a hold of you since than, but YOU made that hard, by changing jobs so no one knew the number of your dispatcher. Mom decided to protect you and wouldn't give me your home number, since she didn't believe me when I told her how I really felt. And she forced dad to do the same."

Suddenly, I began to bawl, happy that the weight of my anger was lifted from me. I could hear Jimmy's concerned voice, and Olaf took the phone from me. "This is Olaf, a friend of Ike's and he is so happy to hear you love him, he is crying for happy. I'm sorry, but I'm from Sweden and my English is not perfect." I heard Jimmy talking. Olaf chuckled. "Yes. I am THAT Swedish sailor. How do you..? Oh, the Marine boy told you of us." I hugged Olaf's body as I calmed down, and he chatted in his broken English with my brother.

Olaf handed me the phone. "That's some man you go there, baby brother. I hear there are complications. I hope it work out for your two."

"Really Jimmy?"

He laughed. "All I ever wanted for you was for you to be happy, kiddo. I suspected something was wrong, the way you went through women like Kleenex. I just never imagined that you were gay, because you put on such a good act. Tell me, do you have any bastards out there?"

"What?"

"You were so busy screwing any woman who would stand still, I was always afraid that on your trip across country... Damn, I'm stupid. When you were away from New York, you were screwing men, weren't you? THAT`S why you kept that damned long haul job."

I laughed. "Yeah, you got me. Although I kept up the tough guy routine even then. I did some stuff you might not bee too proud off, Jimmy."

He grunted. "I might shock you, kiddo. In spite of my asshole act two years ago, I'm not QUITE as closed minded as you think. Who do you think has been making sure those two boy-whores when to the VD clinic every month ever since their hustler brother joined the Marine Corps? Without an adult to force them, those idiots would never go."

I stared at the phone for a second "Wait. You KNOW about the three of them? Are YOU the other member of the family besides us who hustles?"

He laughed. "There are other ones besides those three, and you're one of them? I'm not surprised, after what you said about not being proud of some of the things you've done, and the rough boy act."

"I couldn't help it. I teased him like the old days, "Hey, Jerk Off, I notice you manage to evade my question. ARE you the other member of the family in our generation who currently hustles?" I giggled at the idea. Jim was such a successful seducer of girls as a teenager, that when my parents weren't home, he could talk some to come and fuck in our bedroom, even if I was still in the room. I had learned the technique of oral sex to warm up a reluctant broad by watching Jim in action when I was 13 and he was almost 17. I had used it to great success.

Then I noticed his silence, and heavy breathing. He only breathed asthmatically when nervous, which was rare. Jim always was the coolest, calmest man I knew. "Shit, Jim. Forget the question. I was just joking and it's none of my fucking business..."

He gave a short laugh. "No, you have a right to know. You made a difficult confession to me, so I'll make one back. No, not currently. Which of course means I hustled as rough trade when I was a lot younger. You know how it is. Easy money to get your rocks off. It started in high school, in that old dollar movie theater. I'd go there in the afternoons if I cut out of school early. Some man offered me $20 to give me head, right there at my seat, and I agreed. From the way he worded the request I realized he thought I was a real tough, and wanted to be treated rough, and I did. I made the cocksucker gag, and when he stopped to catch his breath, he muttered the things I SHOULDN'T call him, so of course I did. I guess I have good instincts for this kind of work. He gave me a second $20 after I fed him my load for the roughness and name calling. It became a weekly date, although after the first month, I began to go to his apartment in the evenings. Then he had me screw his ass for $40, and I got a $20 tip again for hurting him a little and calling him foul names. One night he introduced me to a friend, and I had a second client. In my senior year, I had six regulars and was making $250 a week on the average, and mostly socking it away, other than buying some pot. Sometimes they'd introduce me to friends from out of town who needed a tough kid at their hotel in the City - I got $100 plus cab-fare. That's how I ACTUALLY made the money to buy my motorcycle, not by doing odd jobs at the garage. That was for the experience: I didn't plan to spend my life as a boy-whore."

I laughed. "I started the same way - but was never as much of a success as you seemed to be. And you were never the muscular guy I am, big brother. I guess I wasn't as good an actor as you are. I could never use those disgusting names, although rough came easy. When was the last time you hustled." Olaf looked at me in surprise, and I winked. He went and got two beers, and a pack of cigarettes. Those cigars never really filled my nicotine cravings very well, and I thanked him as I shared a cigarette with him.

"A few times in my 20's when I needed some quick cash, and then.. Well, I need a lot of money fast, so I've been doing it some through a service for the last few months. But the Twins don't know anything about that. Just the teen stuff. I was honest with Junior, and later with them, after I happened to catch Rob, Junior cruising the West Side Highway in the Village as I drive past about four years ago."

I was concerned. "WHY do you need a lot of money fast, big brother? Are you in trouble?"

"The kind of trouble I've been looking for all my life. I'm in love. She loves me. But she's very rich, and although she doesn't give a shit that I'm a college student working my way though college, but I knew I'd better come up with a decent diamond to make it easier on her family to accept us. So I've been selling my dick a lot. Seems there's a market for tough looking men in their 30's with muscles."

"Muscles? College? What...?"

He laughed. "The twins got me started at working out, and I have a good buddy, who happens to be gay, who has been taking me to a fancy gym. I was sort of hoping that you two might hit it off."

"Why?"

"He's my future brother-in-law, my boss, and just about my best friend since you dumped me, asswipe." His teasing tone made me feel better. "The rest I can tell you when we see each other. I was sort of hoping I'd get a hold of you soon. I'd like to propose on July 4th, and I'd like my Best Man next to me when I did it. I don't have much to impress her with, but her brother is on my side."

Olaf had been listening closely and asked for the phone. "I think we can arrange to an impressive dinner for her to meet your brother, me and my cousin Lars. His uncle is Swedish ambassador for UN. Are you doing anything tomorrow night?"

"No, we're supposed to have dinner and then... um,"

"And then do what any couple in love do. Fuck. Give Ike your phone numbers, and let me get my cousin to call his uncle. Two relatives of the Royal Family of Sweden, the Ambassador, Ike in his nice suit, Junior in his dress Marine uniform, and maybe those twins if they have decent clothes will do a lot to impress her."

While I ended my phone call with my brother, Olaf called for his cousin. Lars spoke in Swedish to his uncle for a long time. I heard my name in there. Often. A couple of times, Olaf blushed; once he looked angry., but this was Lars' show. The Ambassador obviously had staff to run around making arrangements. He then talked to Olaf for awhile, who was stiff at first, but relaxed as they chatted in Swedish.

Olaf grinned at me as he handed the phone back to Lars, who laughed. I could figure out the end of the conversation "Thanks, Uncle. I owe you big time. See you tomorrow night."

Lars took Jimmy's phone number out of my hand, and dialed. "Hello, Jimmy? I'm Lars, Olaf's cousin. I spoke with my Uncle. Everything is set. A private dinner at seven in a suite at The Plaza, paid for by my cousin and me, who can afford it. Suite number 1000, on the tenth floor facing the Park. The Ambassador will join us for drinks, then leave. I can call The Plaza any time tomorrow with the number of guests." He chuckled. "There is a luxury bed suite attached, so bring the ring. If she accepts your proposal, you can spend the night there, until noon. It would be a good way to celebrate. I`ll arrange for a midnight snack of champagne and strawberries with melted chocolate. More melted chocolate than strawberries; you will find OTHER, more fun places for it."

I grabbed the phone from him to apologize, but Jimmy was giving his laugh which I knew signaled sexual arousal. "I'm hope you're happy, Lars. You have him all horny now!"

"Kiddo, when it comes to the woman I love, I am ALWAYS horny. It's like I'm sixteen again. I can't keep a picture of her on my desk. I tried, and ended up jerking off in the toilet three times in one day."

"Desk? We do have a lot of catching up to do, Mr. Auto Mechanic Supervisor. Meet you at six at the bar at The Plaza? Alone, just us?"

"Yes, but bring Olaf and Lars. I'd love to meet them before the dinner, but then we leave them at the bar and sit at a table. See you at six, little brother."

When we hung up, I began to cry again. The cousins held me, and soon every man in the place was comforting me, except the sleeping Ricky. When I called down, I looked at Lars. "Why are you two willing to pay for all of this? I know you're rich, but we`re basically strangers."

They looked at each other. Olaf nodded, and lit a cigarette. Lars answered. "WE two had a misunderstanding once that kept us apart for almost a year. Friends tricked us into a dinner together in the most elegant restaurant in Stockholm, knowing we would not make a scene there, and helped us work out our mistake. So we are simply repaying a debt. Also, Uncle Ambassador brings much business to The Plaza, so he is getting a... how do you say it? A discount."

Olaf smirked. "Also, we both love you, and cannot wait a few days to meet your hot brother." He said something in Swedish to Lars, who gave a deep laugh.

"He's retired from that, wiseass!" I said to Olaf, punching him fondly in the arm. The other men looked curiously at us, but we three remained silent. Finally I said "Jimmy told me something in confidence which Olaf overheard and blabbed to Lars. If he wants you guys to know, it's JIM'S business, not yours or mine. And no, he is NOT the family member currently a hustler. I asked him point blank. I just have one question. How did Jimmy become responsible for making sure the junior whore-twins get their VD check ups regularly? I know that he discovered Junior hustling along the highway by accident a few years back, but that was all he told me. And do you two own a really nice suits? Nice enough for dinner at the Plaza to impress Jimmy's.. intended."

That was a big bomb. After I explained that, and the plan for dinner, the twins assured me that they rented a small two bedroom apartment just five blocks from mine where they could escape dad, take tricks and johns, and had an extensive wardrobe from fantasy costumes for johns to tuxedos when they escorted women to fancy events. Preferring men, they would still sexually service these older women - if the price was right. And they got to go to some elegant affairs as arm-candy, or to make ex-husbands jealous. So they had designer suits. Not matching ones. They actually had differing tastes in high male fashion.

"How did my brother become your baby-sitter?"

Rob answered. "When he caught me street cruising, he found out I had never been tested in the two years I'd been hustling, and dragged me to a public health clinic. Tuned out I had oral gonorrhea, which I'd never HEARD of. So I became dedicated to a monthly exam after I was cured. When these two clowns started to sell themselves, I would drag them screaming and yelling with me to a doctor I'd discovered who would take his fees in trade. He loves fucking tough looking young studs and always pops his nut in less than two minutes with the muscle boys here. But I knew that without me there, they'd stop going, so I got Jimmy to take over. I have him permission to tell Mom that they were back hustling if they didn't obey."

"Wait, that's twice that one of you said tell Rose they were BACK hustling..."

Cal blushed. "She caught us at it three years ago, with her girlfriend, and insisted we stop. We never actually promised her. I guess you can say that we were sullenly silent, but let her THINK we had agreed, to make her happy. Actually we both shrugged at her."

I had not been aware that Rick was standing on the kitchen doorway, chewing a chicken breast, until he began laughing. "You two have the makings of fine lawyers. Or con men. The line between them is often very fine." Neither young man had seen the redheaded stud before, since he had been occupied in the bedroom, and then dead to the world, since their arrival. They were drooling before I finished my introductions.

Al looked at me "Sorry Ike. I decided I'm in love with Rick, instead. Damn, look at those tattoos and muscles and that beautiful red fur! Have you ever considered a slave boy who happens to be a whore?"

"It depends. Can you top as well as bottom?" Al walked up to Rick, grabbed his body, gave him a deep kiss while swatting his ass, then almost twisted his nipple off.

"That answer you question, asshole?" Al barked at him. Then in a softer voice, added with a grin. "Sir?"

"Let's audition you, kid. I like a tough young man who can dish it out and take it." And without a word, they disappeared back in my bedroom. The next sounds we heard was the flesh on flesh of a hard spanking; nothing else for quite some time, until Al begged to be fucked.

As the disappeared, a general orgy began. Unlike before, where it had basically been couples and trios, this was a free for all. I went after Junior's ass right away, feeling I had a promise to keep. With all the fucking he had taken, he managed to give me a great ride. To be honest, I had no idea who began to at my ass, or who mounted me. It wasn't any of the three who had been in there before. I was stretched differently and I made a guess it was Cal, but Jimmy could have decided to go for it. Lars was fucking Junior's face while I ate his ass, so I really had limited vision.

Whoever was fucking me shot his load, and was replaced. This time I recognized Leroy's dick. I howled and dumped in Junior's ass, and Jimmy climbed under to suck me hard again.

After that, things got VERY confused. Someone rolled a few joints, and the more stoned I got, the hornier and more relaxed I got. Hell, as far as I knew, EVERYONE fucked me.

I only knew when Olaf was in me, towards the end. I was on my back, and he was facing me, and going slow. I shot a blank load because my balls were empty. He leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, and a thin load dribbled into me. I had gotten the last drop out of My MAN!

We got up and went into my bedroom. Rick was asleep, still handcuffed behind his neck, with a snoring Al balls deep in him. Both men were grinning. Al's as looked raw, and a load of cum dribbled from it. They were rolled against eh wall, which gave us room to climb into the bed with them, also to spoon. Both of us, although depleted, were hard. Olaf eased into Al's well fucked ass, and I rammed into Olaf. I kissed his neck, and we fell asleep with my arm over the man I loved and my dick I him.

I was the happiest motherfucking trucker on the face of the Earth!

to be continued.....

Let me know how you like this series, and if you have any suggestions for it. Remember, it takes place in 1976.

Copyright:

Copyright 2010 "Ike"

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