Texas reminded them to go into the medicine chest and take the blue pills that are already cut in half. "Gotta look like yer a couple a horny toads till he can't git it up any more and ya all wear him out, -- not that ya ain't a couple a horny toads already, mind ya!"
I didn't need to ask about the blue pills!
Sean came back out dressed in a little white sailor suit way to small for him, and sailor's cap. The shirt was unbuttoned, and the taut broken zipper of his shorts exposed his genitals. Kyle was outfitted like a cowboy, wearing only a vest and chaps with his ass as well as his little boy junk in plain view, and of course a cowboy hat with a whistle!
"Visual stimulation fer my clientele!" is all Texas said before herding the boys out the door for their appointed rendezvous. I had to wonder where they were headed because sure as hell it wasn't a very public place!
Jill took the liberty of showing me around Texas' place. It was a bungalow style house and tastefully decorated for a man, I thought. I had to question one bedroom in particular that was immaculate! It was a definite boy's bedroom with every toy and video game imaginable!
A large screen TV took up half the wall space at the foot of the replica racing car bed with matching bed clothes.The wall paper depicted several super heroes and from the cieling hung numerous model airplanes while model cars lined the shelves where action figure dolls shared the space in frozen battle form.
A large toy box in the shape of a building block with letters of the alphabet on all sides filled one corner and contained Dinky toy cars and trucks as well as larger, Tonka toy vehicles. It was a boy's dream bed room however, where no boy lived!
"I know Texas told ya things about me;... he told me he did." Jill said with his head down in shame, "This room was all an illusion; where I'd bring boys to groom them, ya know, after I'd befriend them at one of the Aquatic Centres and... knew they were, ya know... game for it .-- I'd convince them to do anything over a few weeks till I was sure that they would become... a man-pleaser." he paused and took a seat on the bed where I joined him.
"They would get real envious of my things and I'd brag to them and show them wads of money to peek their interest. I would boast about my Uncle Tex and how wonderful he was and eventually tell them about my special relationship with him. Ya know, doing things with him... like I was doing with them and how it was no big deal... cuz, like just look around!
"I told them that they could have nice things too... if they had a man friend, and Uncle Tex knew lots of men like that. Then Texas and me would seduce them into a three way. Texas would take over the grooming from then on to get them used to being with a man.
"I recruited dozens boys of all ages but not all of them were brought here to be man-pleasers because Texas had a strict criteria that we followed. Mostly the boys home life had to be like my own... suck... and he had to be available and easily get out of his house to entertain men at night. -- I had to gather all that intel before Texas ever came into the picture. I was like a secret agent, I guess!" he giggled to himself not wanting to look me in the eye.
"He only wanted boys over eleven back then. But he had another business and... well, there are seven hidden cameras in this room and wired for sound too! Its basically a sound-stage. He'd sit in his recording studio in the next room and video record everything, ya know... sexual stuff that me and the boys did. So even if a boy wasn't going to cut it as a man-pleaser for whatever reason, we still made money from the movies that Texas sold somewhere.-- No one knew it but me, of course."
I had to ask him, it was crucial to me at the time, "Jillian... are ya grooming me to be a man-pleaser, cuz I don't think I could do that!"
"Hell no, Jacky!" he sat up straight and looked me in the eye, "I was out of the business long before I met you and... well... I love you! Not... not like those other boys... I promise, Jacky!" he sniffled with clear sincerity his voice.
I've still been doin' stuff sometimes... like that man ya saw before the rave -- Charles! He's been good to me and still is. I know I'm getting too old for him now cuz he isn't wanting me like he used too." he sadly said.
"He asked me if you would be willing and I shut him down on that possibility... honest!" he claimed emphatically and I believed him.
"So what happened... I mean with the boy business?" I asked, unsure if that was the right descriptive terminology.
"Texas had another side line that he got busted for and sent to prison for almost a year! Stolen goods or something... I'm not real sure. Anyways, there I was back to square one. Lost most of my man friend contacts cuz I was busy doin' other things for Texas. I was broke and living back with the bitch full time. She'd gotten pretty comfortable by then, rent free and all. It was hell all over again!" he punched the bed in anger.
"So I might as well tell ya how I ended up in Juvie Hall! -- School started in September and I had this real mean Gym Teacher, Mr. Garret. He hated me and the only reason I could think of was because he knew about Carl, thanks to the bitch for broadcastin' it at school! The very fist day in his class he called me a queer, then a faggot; telling the other boys to watch out for me in the showers!
"Anyway, he would always give me shit cuz I didn't have the proper gym clothes... ya know, white t-shirt and shorts; white socks; white soled runners cuz anything else scuffs the freakin' hardwood floor! -- I asked my mother every day to get them for me but she never did.
"So he makes me take off my runners and socks for class, which was okay by me, and tells me that I'd better have all the right stuff by next class. So I cut up a pair of jeans and made cutoffs but they weren't white and neither did I have a white t-shirt; only colored ones!" he threw his hands up in frustration.
"Next class he made me take off my black t-shirt and cut offs too, and makes me run around in just my white underwear, again telling me that I'd better get the mandatory gym stuff by next class or I would have to run around naked!" Jill began to laugh so hard he had tears in his eyes. Or maybe it was the pain he was masking and secretly crying, I wondered.
"Next class rolls around and I knew that he wasn't serious about making me go naked; just trying to humiliate me was all. So I stripped naked in the locker room and ran into the gym and streaked round and round the floor naked!" he roared, arms around his belly.
"There was a girls class sharing the gym and they were fucking screaming and the boys were laughing at me having a great time of it! -- Old man Garret and the lady gym teacher were chasing me around... It was so funny, Jacky; ya had to be there, I swear!" he roared.
"Mr. Garret finally grabs me by the waist and up over his shoulder and runs to his office. He slammed the door so hard the window broke into a million pieces... fuck, was he pissed off at me! He grabs me by the balls real tight and asks me what the fuck I was doin' and called me a faggot. So I told him that I thought he must be a faggot cuz who was the one holdin' whose junk anyway...so I plowed him right in the fucking nose and broke it; I guess, cuz blood was pouring out of it; I sprained my wrist too, I hit him so hard!"
Jill was on the floor rolling around and I was close behind unable to breathe with laughter! He regained some composure and continued, "So I got expelled; charged with assaulting him, then lewd behaviour and sexual assault of a girl who happened to be in my way and I grabbed her around the waist and carried her a bit to prevent hurting her. I guess I touched her tittie or something, so she said. Nobody believed me about the girl or the fact that Mr. Garret touched me inappropriately because he denied it and he also denied that he threatened to make me do gym naked to begin with. -- But I showed him, didn't I?" he chuckled anew.
"Ya sure did, but look where it got ya!" I joked knowing that what he told me was the honest truth because it was all so like him to do something crazy like that..
I pulled him close to me, my hands wandered his naked back and bum, he did the same in kind. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue and felt his manhood swelling against my thighs. Nothing mattered anymore other than him holding me so tight and mashing his face into mine. What a fool I'd been to jeopardize our love earlier that night!
He was even more naked to me then than the physical state. He bore all his shame to me that night, opening up his soul. I didn't condone his exploits, but only then did I fully understood why he was the way he was.
Jill broke our kiss and asked, "Wanna get into the race car bed where it's more comfortable?"
"No fucking way!" I teased, "I don't wanna star in no porn flick in this room!"
"Who said you'd be the star?" he quipped with egotistical humor, "You're only an extra, or even a prop... I'm the star 'round here!"
"Yeah right... you're a fucking washed up has-been boy toy!" I said with playful scorn, "So get over it!"
"Oh, really now!" he laughed, "Who's on top of who right now, top billing I'd say! My name in lights, yours as my understudy buried somewhere in the credits... speaking of burying!"
Jill lifted my legs up and apart. I held my knees tight to my chest and gritted my teeth. He drooled on his hand and with his ever flow of man made lubricant, positioned himself to take me.
Inch by painfully wonderful inch he slid into me. I didn't just want him, I craved him inside of me. He rode me hard and merciless the way he likes it without complaint. My screams were of pleasure, not agony as I encouraged him on. He ram-rodded, just the tip of his crown millimeters from exit followed by a full deep thrust. It would be a long fuck, he had just recently gotten off! Hard as I was beating my meat, there wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to cum any time quick either!
Exhaustion, not orgasm played itself out. He collapsed with his chest smothering my face. I tasted his salty sweat, took in his manly smell from his pits, and lay there under his hefty mass, my legs ached spread like a wish bone wrapped around his waist.
"I love you Jillian," my voice cracked.
"I love ya too, Jacky," he panted, "I' so lucky to have you!"
Clap, clap, clap, reverberated the room. "Holy horse paddies, weren't that a sight ta see!" Texas announced his presence.
Jill lifted his torso and peered around and I had a full view of Texas standing at the door, a wide grin caused his mustache to do the same.
"Darn it all, couldn't ya all have waited fer me ta film that! -- Worth a fortune to the distributors and... why the hell is ya all on the floor anyway?
Jill laughed, "Cuz Jacky thinks the bed is the only place in view of the cameras."
"Ha! Every square inch of this room is, 'cept the ceiling. Purdy hard to fuck up there, though!" Texas chuckled. "Bought some fried chicken and french fries; ya all come to the kitchen and fill yer bellies."
Both Jill's and my clothes were still in the dryer, I could here the loud tumbling sound of our shoes from a room off the kitchen. Jill bore no modesty but I wrapped the towel around myself and devoured the chicken and chips. I don't think I'd ever been as hungry.
"Sure ain't the fried chicken my mama used to make. No sirree bob would she serve anythin' as greasy as this shit! And corn fritters too, all plump and crispy golden brown. she used ta also make...
Texas went on about his mother's cooking and I told him about my grandma's culinary skills. We made small talk until the bucket of chicken was empty.
"So, Hoover," Texas said all serious, "Senator Scott is having a party next week; remember him, don't ya? Hundred bucks cash upfront and whatever ya earn in tips. The brothers are cummin' and a couple of other boys I rounded up. -- Interstid?"
Jill looked at me meekly as if searching for words. "I uh... I don't know, Tex. Sure need the money and all, but --"
I interrupted and asked, "What do ya have to do... ya know, to earn it?"
Texas smiled his big friendly smile and replied, "What ever ya feel comfortable doin' after ya all put on a strip tease and sex show for the gentlemen attending the party. A purdy boy like yourself could earn three or four hundred in tips, easy!"
"No way, Texas!" Jill yelled, "He's not like that, he's not a rent-boy! I won't allow him to be one either!"
"Kay Hoove, don't git yer balls in a wringer! Just thought maybe he could dance and maybe suck yer cock, is all. He can keep his undies on afterwards and just be nice and tease the men by sittin' on their laps and stuff. No orgy or goin' up to a room with anyone if ya don't want him ta!"
They were discussing my fate like I wasn't in the room. Texas upped the ante another hundred dollars for my participation.
"All I have to do is a strip show and dance?" I queried.
"Well... ya gotta have sex with Hoover, not like ya haven't been doin' that already!"
Jillian looked at me astonished, "You're not thinking... no fucking way, Jacky! I'm not having you exposed to that shit."
"We could maybe buy the new TV we want with the..."
"When I want a fucking TV, I'll steel one! So shut up... you're not going, and that's all there is to it!" he roared, his face red in anger.
"So does that mean you're going?" I spat back. "And since when do ya tell me what to do? You don't own me, Jillian!"
I regretted those words as soon as they left my lips. He cared about me and I was making him out to be a dominating asshole. Texas leaned back in his chair and folded his arms with an amused look on his face listening to the banter.
Jill was furious with me. That look of anger uglied his otherwise handsome face. I expected him to lunge forward and braced myself for it wondering if Texas would intervene at the last moment.
"Fine then," he glared at me then looked at Texas, "count us in, I guess!" he said peeved.
He rose from his chair so abruptly that it tumbled backward as he made his way to the laundry room. He returned fully dressed with my clothes in a pile and threw then onto the floor at my feet.
Texas drove us home, our bikes secured and stored in his van. Jill was subdued, his mood unchanged and un-talkative during the thankful ride home. Even after we'd crawled through the bedroom window and undressed for bed, he remained aloof turning on his side away from me. I turned out the light and we slept!
Author's note:
This chapter id dedicated to my biggest fan ever. Without his ongoing support and encouragement when I thought I'd bombed on a story I truly loved writing, I persevered. Happy 21st birthday today, Albert; I love ya!
...to be continued