Jake was already in my dorm room waiting for Shane. "Ya think he'll show? We're ready for him, both of us in our shorts."
"'Course he'll be here. That $400 is a figure dancing in his head. Nothing makes a guy more open to sex than money, believe me."
"Gee, you're such a sentimentalist."
"I gotta keep a clear head to have a good seduction."
"I thought he needed $600 and you and I put that much together."
Jake looked at me as if I was the dope of the world. "Always hold back a little. Don't you know poker?"
I was about to answer when the door pushed open. We had purposely left it slightly open by a crack. Mr. Shane strode in. He was putting on the Mr. Cool with enough attitude to supply the whole uni. He was dressed for action, wife beater, very short shorts (oh those blond fuzzy legs) and rubber sandals. We also both noticed that he was carrying a big black plastic bag.
He said nothing. He walked to the bed and unzipped the bag and pulled out the disassembled parts of a bong. Then he turned to us and said, "The rules are that I don't want to have conversation with you pixies. Do the deed. Stay below my belly button and do your best for about fifteen minutes. Then give me my money whether or not I spew, and I'll be on my way. I got a date with a real live cunt at nine o'clock. I guess you're wondering, why the bong?"
Jake said, "No I understand. It's like those cowboy movies where they have to remove a bullet and the handsome kid drinks a whole bottle of booze as an anesthetic."
Shane nodded. He was finished talking, I guess.
He dropped his shorts and they landed at his ankles. "Okay, start the action. If I don't nut, I still get paid."
I nodded, now worried that this whole evening would be a fiasco.
Jake said, "Jesse, get your lighter." And to Shane, "You want me to pack it?"
Shane shrugged. Jake turned his back on us and packed the bong, and handed it back to cutie.
Shane lit it like an expert and drew a heavy quantity of smoke. He looked up me. His eyes seemed suddenly droopy. He must have brought some powerful shit, but later Jake told me that he packed the bong with his own magic weed, the one that is salted with a bit of Viagra and Roofie. That must have accounted for Shane's reaction.
He had a gorgeous cock. Not the biggest, but that awning of curly blond pubes and the smooth tan color. I admired the perfection of the shaft, no veins showed and his cover just met the end of his pale pink cock head. The slit. was big. Underneath his generous ball sac held his plums. His junk was great, but uninterested in the proceedings. His phallus lay bored on the kid's thigh.
I studied his face. He just looked a bit sleepy and dopey, not breathing hard or anything. This was a bust!
Jake was smiling. I guess he had more confidence that I did. He came over to the relaxed, slightly zonked boy who watched him warily. Jake got down on his knees. Shane's lips curled slightly in amusement. He knew this gesture and slightly widened his legs. I checkes his penis. It was totally uninvolved. This was going to be a hard sell.
Jake looked up from his on the knees position and handed the bong to baby. "Have one more drag before we get started. He beamed at Shane. Shane nodded and reached for it and took a mighty draw. Wow, this stuff was potent, his eyes whirled a bit and he smiled stupidly. I could have crossed the room, pushed Jake aside and kissed that smirky, cheeky honey right then.
Jake leaned forward and blew several warm breaths at the sleeping cock. What was that all about? Did he take the blow in blowjob too seriously, but the kid knew what he was doing. A serious look came over Shane. He must have sensed that this was the real business now.
I checked out the passive cock. Whoa, little Shane was showing some interest. It was a little fuller and it was moving from its hip resting place to a more center position on the top of Shane's balls. I think he's going to lose the game.
I moved over and kneeled next to Jake. Shane looked down and broke into a big smile, (Shit he had teeth like a model). He spoke in a rough voice. "It looked like it's going to take two gay boys to do it."
"Shane, babe," I said recklessly. " I'm thinking that we have embarrassed you enough, maybe we ought to give you the envelop on the desk with the money and let you go."
Jake looked at me as thought he could kill me, but I was a gambler. Shane looked perplexed. "It's okay if you want to do it."
Gotcha!!!
I looked innocent, "Well, if you really want us to suck you off, take off your undershirt."
He looked at me as if to say, "Why?" But he did it.
Jake whispered to me. "You're a genius." I was. That chest was too perfect for a mortal man. Totally smooth as if it was burnished with the finishing sandpaper. His pecs were like you'd find in "Men's Health". You know the kind. The nipples are not centered but off to the side, kinda wall eyed.
Then his stomach area was totally tubular with only a faint treasure trail. His navel was lickable.
Jake realized what I had done and he wasted no time to get busy. He got up a bit higher and reached his hand out to Shane's tits. I think Shane knew he was super sensitive there and he said, "Hey fairy boy, leave my chest alone. I told you only below the belly button."
But Jake had already reached out his insolent finger and he wiped it back and forth over Shane's pretty pink nipple. The nipple erected; really erected into a hard miniature penis and it's owner moaned slightly, saying, in spite of his tough exterior, "That's nice."
"Sure it is," said Jake. "Let's change the rules. You'll like this even more."
Jake had a l-o-o-n-g tongue. It snaked out like that guy in the Kiss group and it swiped across that erected nipple. Shane's mouth twitched. He scrunched his face up and breathed a happy, "Yeah!"
Our boy was like a piece of clay that we were molding to our needs. Jake pointed at Shane's prick. It was stiff and sticking up in the air. Shane widened his legs to allow more space for his balls. Jake took that as a sign that the boy liked attention to them. He gently stroked those balls and that sac thickened and the balls moved up to each side of the erected penis. It was a nice picture. The picture of a young guy in heat. I bet that all Shane was thinking about, hopig for, was a great pulsating, shooting, spewing discharge.
Now came the moment that we were planning for. Jake opened his mouth and Shane saw it. His breath was suspended as that mouth slowly descended toward his jumping prick. As Jake got closer, he noticed that the cover was drawing back and a delicious odor of male excitement was filling the room. He licked the head. Shane's mouth pursed in a silent kiss.
Then Jake did nothing. Shane looked down at him. "What kinda queer are you. Don't you want my cock?"
"I do," said Jake. "Ask me to suck you."
Shane looked annoyed. "What kinda shit is this. Do it."
"How bad do you want it?" I asked, getting into the act.
"Bad," he groaned.
Jake laughed and said to me, "How can I withhold pleasure from the boy. He might just die here if I don't" He took Shane's cock head into his mouth and Shane released his worried, held breath. He believed he was on his way to getting a nice brisk suck. He'll nut and go, but we had other ideas. We wanted our money's worth in full measure and more.
"Lay on your stomach," I ordered. He looked at me with eyes of a fawn about to be shot.
"If you have plans for my ass, forget it. My ass is private property. I'll just leave. I'm no fudge packer."
"Of course you're not," said Jake soothingly and stroked Shane's smooth cheek. Shane shook him off, but he did get on his stomach. Wow, that perky, dimpled, smooth ass was exposed to us. I found I was dripping saliva. What a pig I was. But this was the boy I had fantasied over for so long. Now he was in my dorm room, half in the sex bag, dizzy with desire.
"Now Shane," Jake said, "We have no intention of trying to fuck you, so relax, but you do have a fine ass. We just want to be nice to it."
That didn't assure poor Shane. His ass was so pulled tight that it looked as hard as marble. If we really thought of fucking him, it would have been impossible, nothing could penetrate that hole.
I put my hand on his hard ass cheek. I petted it, even gently pinched it. He liked that. I believe he is proud of his ass. Look he always wore pants that were tight in back. I also think that he likes others to admire and bed nice to it.
I stroked that magic valley between his perfect ass checks. It was sweaty and emitted a sweet very intimate odor. My head was swimming. I took my two hands and firmly grasped his ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He half reared up in alarm.
Jake whispered in his ear. "No Shane baby relax, Jesse just wants to make you feel good."
The boy's ass cheeks noticeably sagged in relaxation, or was it an invitation? I decided to risk it all. I pushed all my chips out into the center of the table. Well, no more poker, I mean I leaned down and swiped my wet, hot tongue over his lovely pucker. He moaned, a real boy in heat moan. I noticed that he had unconsciously lifted his ass. Slightly physically, even more mentally he was offering his ass to me.
I continue my slurpy licking and his ass rose like an elevator. I heard Jake in the background breathing hard sending hot breaths on my back. He whispered, "Jesse, you are so hot. You the man."
I don't think that Shane was fully present in the world of now. I am no psychologist but I bet he has always suppressed his desire to be fucked in the ass. I think many straight guys will do it, look at prisoners. He has always been a top dog, it will be a relief to stop trying to master everyone and to give it up.
Soon his ass was half up in the air and he was resting on his forearms. Jake could hardly get the words out. He asked a clever question that assumed the boy before him, the boy whose ass hole was moving in and out in a sexual pout was needing it. In a strained voice he asked close to Shane's ear. "Which one of us do you want to fuck you."
I was sure the kid would quit the game and leave. Instead, Jake's bolder than bold request won the day. Shane turned his face toward Jake and said in a small plaintive voice, "Maybe you could take turns."
I first I thought this was a cruel joke and he would laugh at us as he got up, but no, he gradually pushed his middle up until his ass was up in the air and he rested his upper body on his elbows. Here he was in the classic fuck me position. He had totally given in. He was bitching it.
Jake and I stood stunned. Finally I realized that Shane was shaking his ass impatiently and breathing with rasping breaths. I motioned, like a polite boi for Jake to take firstees. Jake nodded. He moved toward Shane's ass as if it contained a powerful magnet. Jake's cock was so stiff the head was shiny and flipping up and down. He put the head against the pucker and said, "Shane, push back." He was forcing the proud pretty boy to commit beyond turning back.
With a small yelp, Shane pushed his powerful buttocks back to self impale himself on the stiff prick that held bliss for him. His was sweating internally in his ass track and Jake's cock with the small head slipped into the virgin hole and onward in a blast furnace of heat.
I was half drunk with the sight. I went over and looked at Shane's face. It was a Shane I had never seen. His mouth was slack, his tongue was partly out, dripping spit. His eyes were tightly crunched in passion and yet a small smile of pleasure managed to express itself.
Jake was really fucking now. His big hands were at the Shane's small waist holding him steady. He was grunting like a pig, alternately with Shane's litany of encouragement. "Yeah, fuck me. be a man. Do it." These words came out as a sort of drunken muttering and it spurred Jake to move his hips into a speedy blur. Suddenly he screamed. "I'm cumming. I can't hold on. I...."
Shane urged him to shoot it and in a moment Jake stopping moving as his cock drown the former straight boy's chute.
I could see that Shane almost came. He was doing everything to hold on. I pushed Jake away and in one swoop I was deep inside him. What a hot passage he had. It seemed to grip my thick cock with the strength like one of those Chinese fingers. What with the scene I had just witnessed and the capitulation of the gym boy I was near cumming immediately. It made me mad. I wanted to have a long fuck. Somehow this anger was turned toward the compliant kid under me.
I delivered a painful slap on his rump. I could see the imprint of my hand on his silky skin. He roared out a sound of pain, but then he said "Yeah fucker. Is that all the strength you have?"
This was getting crazy. We had converted this guy into a sex tool. Okay, I thought, he wants it. I gave his other ass cheek a heavier blow and he sort of gagged out that he was almost there. What? >From my slap? But I quickened my fucking and in a minute half of my mind was gone as I slid into my orgasm, air pulsing loudly in my ears. I felt like a dam had burst as I helplessly spewed load after load into his hole.
Jake said in my ear. "He's shooting like a fire hose on your sheets."
Shane was slowly sliding down to a full flat position and my cock, still pulsing the last few drops, slid out.
Now was the crucial moment. Would he curse us out. Maybe he'll get physical. Jake helped me up and we stood together for protection.
Shane slowly got up. He shook his head. "Was that bitch me? Was I that ladyboy begging for cock?"
We kept quiet, not sure how to answer.
He began reaching for his clothes. When he was dressed he crossed the room and took the money envelop off the desk, shoved it into his pocket.
With one hand on the door he turned to us. "Same time tomorrow, bring money again."
When he was gone, Jake said, "See the money always helps these straights to give it up. They have an excuse to let loose. Ya think?"
"I don't know, but even if I go to the poor house, I gotta have more of Shane."
End of chapter, stay tuned when Shane becomes their agent.