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A matter of proper behavior was to worship superior bodies if you stumble upon them. Faced with Scott Chandler's lithe, immacutely cut upper torso, his taut, sharply defined thighs, and that awe-inspiring sabre bobbing between his legs, Ben Shepherd felt truly obliged to drop to his knees and pay his respects. Gently suckling the dripping crown into his eager mouth, his tongue and slight hint of teeth provoked enough responses in the sensitive area that Scott gave up all hints of refusal and began gently stroking Ben's short brown hair. As Ben's jaw stretched to inhale 2, 3, 4, inches, over half of Scott's hardened endowment, Scott gave up on tenderness and roughly grasped at Ben's ears to urge him forward. He ripped at the transparent white dress shirt, scratching at Ben's eraser-sized nipples as Ben stroked his own erection through his stained suit pants.
Scott stared down at Ben, whom he had met not even an hour earlier, in amazement. He felt so dirty, but he had never had such a good blow job. Every vein was nurtured and suckled to supreme excitement. Nimble fingers circled his marble cheeks, the thumb sliding up and down his yearning, sweaty crack in an eternal tease until two digits finally slid home. Grunting, his entire body tremored, and he became his dick, became the white hot torrents of lava gushing from his hose into Ben's waiting mouth. As Scott panted out a thank you while Ben greedily cleaned every last drop from his still-bloated cock, they realized they weren't alone.
"I shoulda known! Holy shit, I shoulda known! Such a pretty boy, aren't ya Trey?"
Ben/Trey quickly got off his knees, trying to put on his unflappable mask. Not very easy to do with a gob of cum dripping down beside his lip.
"Stamp? When did I give you a key?"
Chris Stamp laughed with his usual condescending chuckle. Although in a grey area between his late 40's and early 50's, his years fighting on street corners and for the feds had left him with a body that men half his age would envy. He had been trying to figure out who burned down his fiance, town diva Erica Kane's, home last spring, and Trey was looking to be the best culprit. Now he had the perfect excuse to search Trey's home, and to shake him up.
Turning red once again under the scrunity of Stamp's dancing brown eyes, Scott pulled a pillow off the nearby couch, covering himself as best he could.
"C'mon, we're all friends here. Names don't matter much, right?"
Smirking, he yanked the pillow away from Scott, raising his eyebrows as Scott hurriedly placed his hands over his half-hard crotch.
Ben had had enough and pushed Chris towards the door. As he did, Chris grabbed his hand, fishing for his handcuffs in his back pocket.
"Don't EVER touch me. I'm gonna run you and your fuck buddy here in on sodomy charges. Then I'm gonna find the proof I need to keep you in jail for almost killin' Erica."
Both younger men panicked as they thought of jail. Scott, gathering up his courage, spoke out.
"What did I do? What laws are we breaking?"
Stamp's trademark sneer faded briefly, as he realized Scott was actually an innocent party in these various mind games. But sometimes you had to push the sheep onto the mine fields, and Chris couldn't soften up when he was so close to getting what he wanted.
"Sorry, kid. You found the wrong mouth. This guy is bad news. Now ya gotta pay the consequences. It's not like you're goin' to jail for the rest of your life."
Scott almost felt nauseous at what him being in prison would do to Stuart, how ashamed Stuart would be. Ben sensed the blind fear in his eyes, and saw a way out. Ben slumped his shoulders and feigned resignation.
"OK Stamp, let's get this over with."
Just as Chris Stamp's arrogance got the better of him, and his grip relaxed, Ben sucker punched him in the gut with his free hand.
"Scott, put him in a chokehold! Anything!"
Thanks to a few creative dates with a member of USC's wrestling team, Scott knew enough about sleeper holds to trap an out-of-breath, writhing Chris in place for a few moments. The squirming denim was doing a horrible number on his cock, and soon he was fully hard. Trying to relieve himself, he began thrusting his sharp spear between the blue-jeaned cheeks. Chris cursed at him, but wasn't moving away.
Ben ran back into the room a few minutes later, video camera in hand. After setting the camera on the stove, he and Scott dragged a bellowing Chris to the bedroom. Chris swore a blue streak as, against his will, the two determined young men handcuffed him to the headboard.
"Keep him busy."
Working on adrenaline, Scott sat on Stamp's swinging legs to stop his wild kicks. He blindly fished in Stamp's pocket for the handcuff key. Most of his hand was greeted with a flesh nightstick, and he couldn't resist the urge to squeeze the shaft a few times, much to Stamp's pain and pleasure. Finally, he found the key, and put it far away from Stamp's possible reach. As he raced back to the bed, his penis rose rigidly between his legs, and he realized how excited this situation was getting him. After being so helpless earlier that day, he was turning the tables now, in a way. Stamp's red, flustered, shamefully aroused features mirrored his own when he was in the park, stripped and driven to wild orgasm against his will.
"Kid, you don't wanna get mixed up in this. Get me the key. I swear I'll clear outta here. Not a word to anyone, I promise."
Scott was tired of being a victim, tired of being a patsy the way he'd been a patsy for so much of his life. He wanted to take control. He did just that by shutting Chris Stamp up with a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into Stamp's hot trap. Chris struggled, but every cry opened his mouth for further invasion. After the third swipe against his gums, Chris gave up fighting his instincts and began stabbing his own tongue underneath Scott's, both men groaning and bucking their hips in rhythm.
A hand squeezed Stamp's thigh, breaking his attention.
Ben had returned, with a video camera placed on a tripod. Grinning maniacally, Ben slowly stripped off his clothes, to the appreciative and guilt-ridden glances of Scott and Chris, respectively. When he got down to his cum-soaked boxers, he draped them over Stamp's face, burying Stamp's nostrils in his musky, masculine scent. He then took Scott's hand in his, and they squeezed the ample bulge of the desperate man under their control.
"Let's make movies!" Ben shouted.
This was going to be fun.
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Hours had passed, but they felt like moments. JR was insatiable. Aidan had shown him what to do with his mouth, every vulnerable body part, how to kiss, how to truly make love to another man. He had even spread his expansive mounds and allowed JR to indulge in his very first rim job and anal sex.
Sweaty and slightly fatigued, their nude, sticky frames intertwined, JR panted out a simple word for Aidan's waiting ears.
"Y...Yes."
Affectionately rubbing JR's flat belly, Aidan towered over him, licking a question into his ear.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you want me to take your arse?"
JR gasped at the tongue massaging his much-bitten lobe.
"Oh God, yes."
Aidan flashed his unbearbly sexy shark's smile at JR, before tenderly placing the boy's legs on his broad shoulders. Suckling the toes briefly, swiping his tongue alone the soles, he kissed up JR's legs, those hips, those thighs until he reached the virgin rosebud. Gently teasing and flicking with his tongue, he waited for the twitching hole to open to him. JR writhed against the cum-drenched sheets as his rectum was tickled and invaded all at once. He tried to grab at his again-stiff penis, but Aidan smacked his hands away. The blissful stimulations in his ass continued until Aidan broke away, grinning very broadly and licking his lips. JR snickered.
"Now I know what shit-eating grin means."
Aidan dropped all of his usual reserve and guffawed loudly.
"You really are a teenager, aren't you? Well, you shall be a man after this."
JR threw his head back as he was scooted forward, the covered wagon sliding into him very tentatively. Only the head at first, which felt like more than enough, but was joined by several inches with Aidan's whispery words of encouragement and rough hands massaging JR's quaking thighs. JR wanted to close his eyes, but also wanted to remember this workman's face, his love and his passion.
Soon, they were fully joined, connected by the shaft of life. JR was astonished he had taken so much, that he could exist with such girth inside him. Aidan began thrusting now, achingly slow in the initial moments, his prick massaged by the snug, warm velvet glove that was JR's ass.
"I'm taking your cherry...all the rest of your life, you'll remember my dick was the first. The one that broke you innnnnnngggggghhhh....Christ this is good...."
JR whimpered in agreement. Perspiration blinding his vision, he massaged Aidan's massive pecs with his curious hands, tugging at the thin layer of chest hair. Aidan grimaced and grunted as he masturbated JR's erection in his callused hand, half-roughly, half-benevolently. He leaned over and licked the sweat clouding JR's innocent brown eyes. They started kissing, sharing their various fluids, as Aidan's hips pumped into a stronger, even more commanding motion, now fucking the tight buns for all they were worth.
"Ohhhhh Aid...shitttt I-I feel it's...pulling..."
Both men moaned as their tongues bonded together. Aidan's foreskin was receding, exposing the large burgundy head, causing a very unique sensation in each of their bodies. The noise level increased, the cheap motel room bed shaking and vibrating under their combined weight and force. JR's cries of pure ecstasy multiplied as Aidan dominated his entire being, as his tight balls were bruised by Aidan's swinging babymakers, as that huge horse cock jabbed into him mercilessly. Aidan bit at his lip as the droplets from his forehead dripped onto JR's nose and pouty mouth. He wanted to hear JR only, wanted to memorize the sounds of this young stud he was breaking in, who he was fucking the innocence from. JR was now becoming delirious from the simultaneous thrusts in the milking of his penis and the ravaging of his insides.
"Oh Aidan I lovvve yoooo....oh fuck FUCK ME TAD....oh no, noooo...."
The words shocked both men, JR especially. They were further turned on, if that was possible. Aidan was so close, so close...
"C'mon son, spread your legs for Daddy. This is Daddy's dick. Come for Daddy."
JR screamed at those forbidden words. With a hoarse, choked cry, JR ejaculated into Aidan's brutal grip, gallons of spunk pouring from him; he thought he would never stop. The clenching of his buttocks cut off Aidan's last reserve of resistance, and he filled JR's virgin body with an ocean of cum. His fuck toy convulsed, the feeling of another man's juices being inside him for the first time causing JR to pump out a final, painful load.
Truly exhausted now, Aidan laid his head against JR's smooth chest, licking at his hardened, sore left nipple. He began to remove himself from the warmth enveloping him.
"Please, do-don't. I'll feel so empty."
Aidan nodded.
"OK, just for a while though."
Laying beside JR on the soaked pillow, he rubbed the boy's pale shoulder, massaging him, trying to comfort him.
"You were bloody fantastic."
After a few moments he realized he was talking to himself. JR's face was buried in the pillow. Faint sobs could be heard. Aidan sighed and pulled JR's head towards him. His eyes were glistening with tears.
"He's my father. Not by blood, but he practically raised me. He was married to my mother THREE times. I can't do that to her memory. How can I feel this way? I'm sick. I'm sick and..."
Aidan cut him off with a deep, soulful kiss, bringing their limp bodies together for a hug. He stressed every syllable, trying to convince his new lover of how natural his feelings were.
"There's nothing wrong with what you want. He's a very charming, sexy man. You've been alone with him for...what...months now? What's the harm in you feeling this way? You don't have to act on it. Even if you do, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. That big dick he must be packing, I bet it shoots up every time you walk in the room."
JR blinked, still not fully convinced.
"I can't. I just can't. But it's getting worse Aidan, my feelings. Maybe I could come live with you. I'm almost 18 anyway, and I could help pay the rent."
Aidan inhaled a sharp breath. What JR wanted wasn't the best idea, but he couldn't say that right now. Instead, he cradled JR in his arms, kissing his wide forehead with a loud smack. JR laughed, a much-needed release. Feeling safe in Aidan's arms, with Aidan inside him, JR drifted off to sleep. Smiling down at this perplexing, gorgeous creature he shared a bed with, Aidan did the same.