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ACTION - Part 2
By Jack Smithson
Wasn't much action at the bar, so I was just watching. I saw Nick see the blonde kid, and I knew he'd be going into action. Sure enough, he went over to him, started chatting. Nick's a looker, got a good body, works at it. Also got a big dick, and I knew he was achin' for some blonde boy ass.
But they were lookin' over at me, and I wasn't surprised when Nick came struttin' up. I saw the kid watching Nick, watching me, so I spread my legs some, rubbed my thigh, and smiled at the kid, then at Nick.
"Kid wants you Lon."
"Looks young. He know what he's in for?"
"Doubt it. You care?" I smiled at Nick, and watched him watch the kid.
"Could be worth it," I said. "Not much else goin' on."
"I told him we were friends, I'd put in a good word."
"Done, and done. Let the games begin," I said.
I sauntered over to the kid. If I saw someone walking, acting like I was, I would laugh. But the kid was green, didn't know, didn't care that I was putting on a show. Hell, I even pushed out my pelvis. I didn't take my eyes off the kid's eyes, but he didn't know where to look, up, down, all over. He was hungry. I like that in a kid.
"Lon," I said, putting out my hand. He looked at it, put his hand in mine, looked up at me.
"J-Jeremy," he stuttered. I didn't care what his name was. I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"My pal tells me you like leather."
"I like it on you," he blurted, and I gave a low laugh. I'm not really a leather guy, but when I get goin', a guy will forget what I'm wearing, or not.
"Got some tight muscles on you kid," as I looked him up and down. He was in good shape, wiry, defined. I liked seeing muscles like that when they're workin' hard. No fat on him either, that was good.
He blushed pretty, too. "Wish I were solid like you," he said.
"You keep workin', you will be," I said. I ran my hand up and down his arm, feeling the bicep, tricep, delt. Not roughly, just enough to get the electricity going. Worked, too, just like I knew it would. I saw his dick get hard, the bike shorts didn't hide it.
But he tried to. Moved his hand to cover is dick. I let out a low laugh, put my arm around him, held him solidly, not that he was trying to get away. I took his hand closest to me and moved it down in between my legs. Just let it rest there. I wasn't hard, but I pulsed my dick a little. He gasped, like I knew he would. It's a lot even when it's soft, and this kid probably never saw anything like it. Well, he wouldn't be able to say that after tonight. I started towards the backroom, my arm still around the kid's shoulder. He didn't fight, they never do.
"You're gonna make me happy boy," I said, and moved my hand down to squeeze his ass. He jumped, looked up at me, like he was scared. "Can I just blow you? Please?" he said. Yeah, he was real scared.
"Sure kid." He relaxed some. Hell, I didn't care what he wanted. When I smell fear, I get hard.
The kid put his hands under my jacket, feeling the leather, and me. I had time, let him worship, let him touch me. He started kissing my chest too, even bit on my nips a little. Didn't feel bad, so I let him have his fun. I just stood there.
I knew he couldn't stay away from what he wanted, so I let him open my belt, open the buttons over my dick. He felt me up in my jock - I wear a black one, some reason makes guys want my cock even more, makes it dirty or something. My cock was stirring, I wanted him to see it while he could. I reached down, pulled the jock down and let it rest under my balls. The kid practically cried when he saw what I was showing. He was shaking. I helped him by putting my dickhead at his lips.
"Open up kid," I said, and nudged it in. He opened, and gobbled my mostly soft dick. He probably thought he was doing this on his own, but wasn't the case. Never is. I get guys to swallow my dick while it's soft so they can take most of it, and they think they're kings. They ain't kings, they're pussies. I just hold the head that thinks it's working me, and I will myself to get hard. No trick, it's just something I can do. 'Course, having a kid at my feet helps.
And seeing Nick helped too. He's a fine man, grew into his muscles and his cock just like I knew he would when we first met all those years ago. Must be ten years ago now. And I knew he wanted this kid, wanted him bad. And he didn't take kindly to rejection. I didn't mind doing anything to help out my pal - and from his look he was gonna make sure I enjoyed myself too.
I held the kid's head in place, and like always, when my cock started getting hard down his throat he started to push away. Well, that ain't on the program, so I held on and let my cock do what it was meant to do - own this boy's gullet. Hell, I let him breathe, but I got a good sense of when to do it, when not to. And there's nothing like a panicked boy with my cock in him to make my cock stay hard. He even reminded me of a kid I took home, whose cherry I busted a couple weeks ago. He was a live wire, screamed even with my cock blocking his throat. Didn't matter, he cried when I threw him out afterward. Anyway, this kid wouldn't be going anywhere.
So I just held onto his head with one hand, and pushed down his shorts with the other. Slapped his ass once or twice. Damn, I love the feel of pushing a kid onto my cock - not just holding his head and fucking his mouth, but really pushing him onto it from the back. I saw Nick undo his pants and I laughed softly. Nick's got the greatest cock on him. Not much soft, but damn, when he's hard, stand back man. First time I saw it even I was surprised, and nothing surprises me. Cocks are cocks, boys are boys. And if one don't fit in the other, make it fit. That's my motto.
Nick was getting off on seeing me plug this kid, and I started playing with the kid's hole. One finger, two fingers. Real tight. And I held on tight too because this pussy wasn't liking it. Too bad, kid. We all gotta grow up sometime. I liked seeing the kid's muscles strain. My cock was feeling real good, and I was too.
And I felt even better when Nick slammed his cock home. I looked at him and smiled just before he made his move. He pulls back, then damn I don't know how he does it, maybe some exercise he does, and he rams home, hard. The kid took even more of my cock in, had to, it was forced into him cause I didn't move. I looked down, saw my pubes were wet. Shit yeah. You cry kid. You try to get away. You make believe this ain't what you want. Lots of tears, yeah. Even if he couldn't taste it, my cockhead was way past his tongue, I gave the kid his first cum - it just comes outta me when I see tears.
I was holding the kid's arms now, no point in letting him think he's got a choice. He was gagging on me, was getting fucked hard by Nick, and Nick reached down to feel the kid's dick. I didn't even have to look - I knew it would be hard. Nick's nice that way - he'll help a kid feel good. Not my style, but his was Nick's show. In fact, he leaned over the kid, and whispered in his ear. I didn't hear what he said, didn't have to. I just gave the kid more precum.
Nick started kissing my stomach - we got this joke, I say it's a beer gut, he puts his hand on it and feels how solid it is and whistles. Then he raised his head for me to kiss him, and I did. Hard. He's a good kisser, tastes good, kisses back. I gave him my tongue, and heard a moan. Didn't know whose it was. Didn't think I'd last much longer, didn't have to.
I don't shoot hard, never won a contest for distance. But I win for quantity, 'cause when I cum it's like someone left the faucet open. Stuff just pours outta me. Never run out. So there I was, kissing Nick, and I cum. I'm feeding the kid more than he knows, won't know until he shits cum tomorrow. Nick puts his hand on the kid's throat - says he can feel my cock shooting. Don't know if that's true, don't matter. And Nick chokes back a cry as he begins to unload too - his cock breeding the kid with grade A cum. And he even lets the kid cum - to be nice, but also 'cause he loves how a tight hole squeezes down on him when it's shooting. Makes everybody happy.
Well I was done, so I helped the kid let go of my cock. Nick let his cock slip out of the kid's ass, and I saw some spots - blood? shit? Hell, I didn't care, the kid was gonna clean it off. I turned the kid around, and sure enough he took in Nick's cock like the little pussy boy he was. Nick started to sigh, and I knew he wanted to wash my cum down with a load of his piss. I didn't think that was a good idea, this kid was wiped out. Didn't want to send him over the edge.
Nick pushed the kid's head back, and I heard the kid whimper. I sat him down on a bench, next to Kurt, who was getting' a blowjob from some kid I never saw before. Kurt looked at me, at the kid I was finished with, and he smiled. Nick had pulled up his pants and gone out into the bar, and I did the same.
"Nice, thanks," I said, putting my arm around him. He's a real straight friend, Nick is. Wouldn't trade him. I squeezed his ass, just to make him laugh. He did, and put his hand on my dick and kissed me. I saw him watch some guy go into the toilet, and I remembered he had to piss. "Later," I said but I don't know if he heard. I sat at the bar, had a drink. I wasn't really paying attention to anyone, but when I looked up I saw a kid watching me in the mirror. He licked his lips. I smiled, he started to come over. Looked like he thought he knew what he was doing, but I'd set him straight on that. Hadn't fucked ass yet that night. Kid looked like he'd like getting' broken. Whether he knew it or not.
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