CHRISTIAN'S INDUCTION III
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Part Eighteen.
Since it now appeared that all participants in the convoluted arrangements that had been agreed upon for the Labor Day weekend, were now committed, Randy proceeded to attend to the details to ensure their successful implementation. He knew that the whole edifice would come tumbling down if Chris bailed and so he cornered him at school for a final "consultation".
"Hi Chris, how you doin dude?" he greeted him.
"Pretty good Randy. How about you?"
"I'm just fine babe. I believe Matt put you in the picture about what the plans are for the holiday weekend huh?"
"Yeah." Chris replied. "It seems like he's pretty keen on accompanying Cindy and her folks to the lake and that he wants to tell our folks that we are both goin campin with you right?"
"Yeah, that's part of it. But Nate and I figured that he and I together with you might have a bit of fun ourselves. You remember Nate right?"
"Sure." acknowledged Chris.
"Anyway, to cut to the chase dude," continued Randy, "the idea is that the three of us would spend the weekend at Nate's place. There'll be plenty of booze and stuff and I just wanted to make sure that that ain't a problem as far as you are concerned. It would be like a continuation of the scenes you had with me and Mark Nesbit and later with Nate. If I recall, you were very much a willing participant, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." offered Chris.
"So then, you are definitely up for it?" Chris nodded yeah.
"I don't wanna make no threats babe but now that you have agreed, you must understand that there can be no goin back on your word. No fucking up the arrangements OK?"
"Have I ever done so before Randy?"
"Not to my knowledge dude but I just wanted you to appreciate that, particularly with Nate, the consequences would be unpleasant. Comprende?" Chris nodded.
After school that day, Chris waited for Andy in the carpark in order to give him a ride home. On the way, Andy wanted to know what Chris's plans were for the holiday weekend. Chris told him that Randy had invited Matt and himself to go camping. Andy looked a bit crestfallen.
"I didn't know that you and Matt were that tight with that Randy dude. He's a real fucking loudmouth if you ask me." He hastened to add that Chris shouldn't mention that he had said so.
Chris replied: "Yeah well, it goes back a bit. Kinda a while before we met."
Andy confided: "Well, I guess I don't need to tell you that our family is staying put right here. What the fuck my old man does with his dough I don't know, but he sure don't spread it around." Although Chris was being extorted by Andy, he felt a little sympathy for the guy. He had seen that the three brothers between them never had much to show and, on thinking about it, he realized they seldom had new clothes and stuff.
Andy continued: "It's such a pity you ain't gonna be here Chris. I thought we might have had a little fun. You and me and Pauly." He gave Chris a knowing wink. "Maybe we coulda also spent a little time down at the Arcade and maybe scoped out the action at the skatepark. Joey called me and apparently he's also gonna be stuck at home."
Chris was beginning to regret having agreed to spend time with Randy and Nate. The three younger boys were so damn sexy; he sprang a boner whenever he thought about them. And he had to admit he found the overall atmosphere down at the Arcade intoxicating. The sexual undertones simmering beneath the surface in that place were a major turnon for him.
He promised Andy that they could get together the following weekend if he wished and that he would try to get some beer and weed for the occasion. Andy's smile split his face and he said: "Promise dude?" Chris nodded.
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On the Friday afternoon before Labor Day Matt and Chris's parents made an early start and were on the road by two. Cindy had also told Matt to be at her place by four o'clock as her father wanted to be at the lake before dark. Chris called Randy and asked him if he would pick him up; he intended to park his car in the house's garage as he did not want Andy to see it in the driveway.
He packed a few clothes in a duffel bag and waited for Randy to arrive. Randy, as usual, was twenty minutes late but offered no apology. Randy asked him what he had in the duffel bag, and on being told it was a spare shirt and some clean underwear, offered the opinion with a smirk that Chris would probably not be needing those.
On arrival at Nate's place, Randy rang the bell at the gate and Nate opened up and led the way down to his cottage. Once inside, Nate made a point of looking Chris up and down: "Looking good dude." he offered. "Maybe just a little overdressed huh Randy?"
Once settled Nate suggested to Chris that he get the three of them a beer; he and Randy were stretched out in the easy chairs. Chris noted that the fridge was packed to the rafters with beer and a few cokes, and that a few surplus cases of beer were stacked at the side. No food. Nate and Randy were drinking beer at a rate of knots and soon were getting a little high. Nate told Chris to go easy on the beer; he didn't want no drunk boy slobbering over his dick.
Nate called a pizza joint and once they had eaten he suggested that they strip down some. They stripped to the waist with Randy keeping on his tight faded jeans, while Nate had on shorts. It was easy to see that he was going commando. Addressing Chris he said: "Strip down to your briefs boy. That'll do for the moment."
Chris, without being told to, got down on his knees and shuffled over to Nate's chair. Nate opened his legs wide and Chris fondled his crotch. He started to rub and squeeze Nate's dick and it soon was erect and lying to one side within his shorts. He lifted his ass and Chris quickly unzipped him and slid his shorts down over his sneaks and socks. His hard not inconsiderable dick plopped against his stomach.
"Take them shoes and socks off first boy." Nate instructed Chris. "I bet you been wanting to do that ever since you arrived." Chris slipped them off and the familiar odour of well worn sneaks and sweaty socks assailed his nostrils. He had after all been around Matt for years. "Like that dude?" asked Nate and Chris nodded as Nate chuckled.
Nate told Randy to light up a joint and then instructed Chris to get to work on his dick. Nate took his stiff dick in his hand and slapped Chris back and forth across the face with it before rubbing the head across Chris's mouth leaving a trail of precum.
"OK bitchboy," Nate continued, "let's see you chow down on that piece of meat. I want you to take it all the way down and I don't wanna feel no teeth hear?"
Chris, who by now was no mean cocksucker, started to suck hard on Nate"s dick using his tongue to good effect on the head. He had to admit it tasted good and he applied himself assiduously as any dedicated cocksucker would, in order to obtain the prize of a good load. It took no more than about five minutes before Nate grabbed Chris's head from behind and forced it down on his dick bucking and grunting as he shot his load into Chris's waiting mouth.
Nate visibly relaxed as Chris sucked his cock clean squeezing out the last drops of cum on to his tongue. Nate then pushed Chris away and instructed him to fetch another beer.
Nate addressed Randy: "Your boy certainly knows how to please a man's dick dude. You ready to go?" Randy replied that he would shortly be ready once the joint he was sharing with the others was finished. They were encouraging Chris to partake of the joint to keep him in the mood.
Meanwhile Randy instructed Chris to take off his sneaks and socks. Having done so, Chris started to lick and suck on Randy's toes. Randy purred contentedly and offered that Chris had learned a thing or two since he had originally pleasured Randy together with Mark Nesbit.
Randy lifted his ass and Chris automatically unzipped his jeans and slid them off over his feet. "Get to work cocksucker." Randy instructed him. Chris started to suck Randy off with the same enthusiasm as he had Nate, but inadvertently let his teeth graze Randy's dick. Randy, by now a little high, shouted "No teeth asshole!" and administered a stinging slap across Chris's face, bringing tears to his eyes. "You gonna suck cock, asshole, then learn to do it properly." Nate laughed appreciatively.
For the next hour or so, the boys drank a couple beers and smoked another joint. Nate and Randy still occupied the easy chairs and Chris was told to sit between them on the floor. Chris noticed that Nate had started to grope himself and soon he asked Chris: "Ever had a facial dude?" Chris answered in the negative, whereupon Nate told him to follow him into the bedroom.
"Lose the briefs dude and lie on the bed." instructed Nate, who himself slipped off his shorts and straddled Chris's chest in such a way that his dick was touching Chris's face. He proceeded to jack himself off slowly and each time some precum emerged from his dick he rubbed it over Chris's lips. When he was close to shooting he instructed Chris to open his mouth and shot his load as best he could into it. Of course much of his load landed on Chris's face and he then used his dick to smear it around. Chris was instructed to suck Nate's dick clean and to leave the cum on his face. "You look real hot wearing my load dude." Nate informed him.
When they emerged from the bedroom Randy burst out laughing and decided that Chris would look even better wearing a second load on his face. He pushed Chris back into the bedroom and gave him his second facial of the evening. He was told to leave it on his face at the risk of receiving a few more slaps. Despite the humiliation of it all, Chris felt kinda exhilarated, fuelled no doubt by the weed he had smoked.
Early that evening Randy produced a tablet of Ecstasy and offered it to Chris. "Take this dude. It's a feel-good pill and it'll keep you going. You gonna love the effect." Obediently Chris swallowed the pill and he had to admit it made him feel great. If Randy and Nate were feeling the effects of already having had two orgasms, Chris was more than ready for more. He sidled up to Nate and said: "Listen dude. You wanna fuck? I ain't had a dick up my ass since I was here last." Nate looked amazed at Randy: "For fuck sake dude, what did you give this faggot? He's askin for more." Randy, who knew the effects of E, just laughed and said "Let's go through to the bedroom and give him what he needs."
Chris was instructed to get on all fours on the bed and Nate proceeded to don a condom. He proceeded to mount Chris from behind and at first had trouble inserting his dick in Chris's ass. He said to Randy: "Jesus dude, this is really a tight fit. Maybe you should stuff his mouth with your dick in case he starts to yell." Randy did just that and, while Nate fucked him hard from behind, Chris sucked like his life depended on it on Randy's by now swollen dick. It wasn't too long before both boys were close to cumming and they did their best to syncronize that event. Chris, feeling elated, said: "That's the first time tonite guys. We gonna do a repeat OK? Only next time you guys gotta trade places OK?"
Chris was looking a mess and Randy decided that he needed to be cleaned up. He was told to lie down in the bath and the other two proceeded to piss all over him. "That oughta do it." laughed Randy. When they had finished Nate said to Chris: "Jesus dude you stink to high heaven. Ain't you got no pride? Get in the fucking shower and scrub yourself clean. You ain't getting in the bed like that."
The weekend proceeded in like fashion with the boys existing on a diet of beer, pizzas, weed, and in Chris's case, Ecstasy. It was hard going for all three of them and at the conclusion, they were like drained out rags. When Randy ultimately dropped Chris off at his house, he went up to his room and literally collapsed on his bed. He wondered to himself how he had coped with it all.
When Randy got home, he called Nate. "Dude, that little cocksucker is ripe for the picking, don'tcha think?" Nate was so exhausted, all he could say was "Seems so Randy. We'll chat about it OK?"
Chris was already in bed when the phone rang. It was Andy sounding all chirpy. "Hope you had a cool weekend Chris. Just wanted to remind you about next weekend OK?"
To be continued (if there is sufficient interest).
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