The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This is a short story presented in serial form of 4 sections and you'll be reading background, before you get to any mind-blowing sex scenes.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series.
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Joe's Dilemma
Chapter 2
Joe usually tried to sleep in a bit on Saturday mornings. Not today. He was laying there, comfortable and warm in his big king sized bed, the first treat he had purchased for himself when he had started to work.
"Look Mickey." a young whisperer said. "He's got a stiffy, just like we get in the morning."
That had been enough to open his eyes. Beside his bed was a line of boys. Three in all, in order of height. And the voice had been correct. He was flat on his back and a morning erection tented his covers.
"Morning, guys." Joe said, turning onto his side. "Everyone sleep okay ?" They looked amusing standing there with their varied sizes, each draped in one of his tee shirts. "I suppose everyone's hungry."
"Joey says he's cold." Mickey reported. "He wants to know if he can get in with you and warm up."
"Well, I don't have anything on right now," Joe admitted, "so I don't know if that's a very good idea." The two younger boys each whispered something into Mickey's ear.
"We don't care." Mickey said and all three of them jumped on the bed and scooted quickly under the covers before Joe could do or say anything.. Joey backed himself up tight against Joe's chest and Johnny took the same position with Mickey, the boys laying on their sides facing Joe.
After they were settled and still, they all talked for awhile. Joe learned that the boys were 11, 8 and 6. They didn't remember their father, but Joe suspected from the close resemblance of one to the other, they likely all have had the same father. Mickey said his mother had told him their Dad was dead and there were no other relatives left from either family. They had started moving around from place to place before Joey was born. He also said he thought his Mom had started to drink about then as well. Joe asked them about school and what they liked to do. He gathered quite a lot of information from Mickey and Johnny. Joey never once made a sound.
Joe suggest the boys go and get dressed. He had left their cleaned clothing on the couch in the living room area. They all popped out of his bed and ran for the living room. Joey stopped at the bedroom door and turned around to stare at Joe. He went charging back to the bed and climbing onto it, gave Joe a big hug, clinging tightly to his neck. Joe returned the hug, wrapping the little guy in his big arms. When they let go of each other, Joey turned to climb off the bed and Joe reached over and tickled him on his sides. The boy let out a gleeful cackle and quickly pulled out of the big man's reach, climbing down and running out of the room. It was the first sound Joe had heard from the child's lips.
Pancakes were called for on a cold, crisp February morning like this. Everyone was given a task to do. Everyone did their task cooperatively and in no time at all Joe was placing a stack of hot disks in the centre of the table. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Joe did not think he had looked away long enough for the boys to put them on their plates, yet they were gone. He had a second set already underway and decided to start a third batch right then. By the time Joe sat down to eat he had made five batches of pancakes, his was the sixth and like last night there was not a morsel left. He made sure everyone had a glass of orange juice and one of milk as well.
After all was cleaned up and put away, Joe advised the boys he was going to go to the grocery store. He suggested they check in with their Mom and then come with him, so they could get what they needed. All three returned in a very few minutes. Mom was not at home, a situation that did not appear to surprise or bother any of them. Joe noted in getting ready to go out into the cold and snow the boys had only jackets and their runners to wear. All the boys were excited about going out with Joe. It was not often anyone took them anywhere, even a place they might have gone themselves anyway.
Joe had a very deliberate route in his mind when they left the apartment building on Hill Street. He went to the left and turned left again onto Oxford Street. They walked over two blocks and Joe spotted the little shop which he already knew was there. Tony was uncharacteristically not busy this Saturday morning. It was the weather, he complained to all the customers who did make their way into his barber chair. When Joe arrived with his pack in tow, Tony knew he would have about an hour's work. And all that gorgeous red hair would certainly brighten up the floor of his tiny shop. He greeted Joe, having been in charge of keeping the big man neat and shorn for these several years past.
"You have brought me a whole group of new customers, Joe." Tony trumpeted loudly.
"Starting at their age, Tony," Joe told him, "you could end up servicing these boys far longer than most of your other customers." Joe was glad no one else was in the shop. He felt much freer to interact with Tony and the boys with nobody looking on. Joey was the first lifted into the chair. He sat up tall on the board across the arms of the chair Tony had placed to help lift him higher. In short order, a crop of hair had been separated from its owner and a little boy with a big smile could now be plainly seen. After he was done, Joey went over and climbed into Joe's lap where he stayed until both his brothers had been similarly shorn.
The change was amazing. The group had become a presentable family of red headed young boys out on a Saturday with their red headed brother or Dad. Joe thanked Tony and paid for the job, receiving a discount for bringing the boys in as a group. They all walked from Tony's shop a couple more blocks to the business area where a string of retail stores lined the sidewalks. Joe steered his crew to one store which bore the sign "DISCOUNT CLEARANCE" pasted in the windows. When a clerk approached, he told her he wanted some help with runners and boots. The next half hour was spent sorting out what fit who, which colours didn't suit which boy, what it actually was which made someone's shoes look `girlie', the benefits of Velcro over tie ups and whether imitation name brands really had status over no-name shoes. All that having been settled, prized footwear was clutched tightly by each boy as they transposed their positions to the boot racks. The process began again.
"Just under an hour." Joe mused to himself as they exited the store. Not bad for three acceptable pair of runners and three pair of waterproofed winter boots out of at least a million which he had looked at. The old, soaked runners and socks had been placed in a separate bag and three new pair of socks and the new boots had replace them on the boy's feet. Thanks abound had been offered and Joey had unexpectedly wrapped his arms tightly around Joe's upper legs and banged his head tightly into Joe's lap causing an unexpected moment of sever pain. The phrase, "It's the thought that counts.", took on a totally new meaning for Joe. The trail next took them to the super market.
Joe watched the boys do their shopping. Crackers, cookies, ready made puddings, pop tarts, sugared cereal, cheese slices, loaf of bread, bag of candy, quart of milk, potato chips, cheese flavoured popcorn and two bottles of pop.
"Does your Mom eat this stuff ?" Joe asked.
"No." Johnny answered. "She usually drinks everything she wants or goes out." Joe saw the sharp look that Mickey gave his younger brother.
"We are still sharing the truth, aren't we Mickey ?" Joe asked. Mickey looked over to Joe and after a moment gave him an affirming nod. "I think you guys need to learn to eat better than what you have there. I don't see how you can make either chili or pancakes with any of those kinds of food."
"We don't know how to make that stuff, Joe," Mickey told him, "or anything else for that matter."
"Why don't you get a few different items and I will show you how to make some things." Joe suggested. The boys had a brief council among themselves and then agreed. Another loaf of bread, a dozen eggs, a pound of ground beef, a bag of noodles and a couple cans of soup were added to the boys cart.
Joe made some extra purchases today himself. He added some extra fruits and vegetables, three times the milk he normally kept on hand, an extra bag of potatoes, some luncheon meats, extra bread and a dozen frozen TV dinners for emergencies. Joe also took the boys to meet Mr. Banks, the store Manager and arranged for them to use the Social Service Vouchers when they were required. Loading their grocery bags carefully, they distributed the items so each of them could carry two bags appropriate to their size. Joe was unanimously given the potatoes.
When the group finally trudged their way up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment building, they saw the door to apartment 5 was ajar, so the boys took their purchases into the apartment. Joe took his things and went down to his own door. The slurred words of a woman could be heard from apartment 5 out into the hall as Joe was unlocking his door.
"You tell him I'm sick and can't meet no one right now," the woman's voice shouted out, "and I'm not payin' for no haircuts I didn't ask for either." Joe went in and set his packages on the kitchen counters. When he turned around, the three boys were standing just inside his doorway.
"Mom's sick. She can't meet you today." Mickey told him with a sad look on his face.
"She's drunk." Johnny said. "She's gone to pass out in her room." Mickey didn't even bother this time to try to stop him.
"About the haircuts, Joe, and the things you got us." Mickey started to say.
"Those are from me to you guys." Joe told them. "I believe I was already given my hugs for them. That's all I needed." The boys stood where they were not knowing what to say. "Go and put your groceries away so nothing will spoil. By the time you get back, lunch will be ready." Smiles broke out all over as the three youngsters sped off to do as Joe had told them.
Sweat poured off his forehead, over the narrow white sweat band and into his eyes making it impossible to look at himself in the mirror.
"Just two more reps." he thought to himself. His biceps and triceps bulged and strained as he curled the free weight once..........then again. "Enough for today I'm pumped enough that all these horny fuckers are going to be showering hard this afternoon."
He looked in the mirror again as he examined his body from various poses and angles. He saw from the reflection that at least half a dozen pair of eyes were following his moves, caressing his body with their gazes. It always made him horny, but then there were few things that didn't. He could feel his weapon trying to rise, pushing at the jock strap which was holding it in place. It was getting so hard it was starting to hurt, but it felt like a good hurt to him.
Staring at his body in the mirror again he took stock. Great fore and upper arms. Shoulders smooth and solid. Pecs so defined you could identify the individual muscle groupings. Six pack abs over which pro musclemen would drool. That bushy, blonde treasure trail running from his navel into his very tight shorts. These shorts showed an ass shaped like two solid melons and strong enough to crack walnuts between them. His legs were muscular, defined and covered with thick blonde hair. And what everyone wondered about, he already knew. There was 8" of thick, cut cock wound up in that straining jock and two meaty balls in a loose sac in there with them. He was 25, he was hot, he was horny and he was ready to fuck anything with a hole.
After finishing admiring himself in the mirror he decided to go down to the steam room for a quick sweat and see if he could find any action he could really work up a sweat over. Stopping at his locker, he stripped off his shorts and jock, finally letting his struggling monster free. It was stiff enough to lengthen out impressively, but had not yet started to rise, so it swung back and forth, sweeping the air aside as he strolled over to the door of the steam room and entered.
"Just chicken." he thought to himself after he looked around in the steam room and found only a younger guy sitting up on one of the benches with his towel wrapped round his waist. He walked over to the corner and plopped himself down on the bench, drawing one of his knees up so his foot was on the bench and the kid could have the full view. He leaned back with his arms stretched out on the bench behind him and exposed himself completely. After a couple minutes, he reached between his legs and started to stroke himself, bringing the rigid lance up to maximum size and strength. He slowly opened his eyes and looked over at the boy on the bench. The boy's hand was under his towel and he was busy stroking while watching the muscled man.
"Why don't you come over here and use some of the hand action on me ?" he posed to the younger man. It was hard to tell how old this guy was, but he estimated about 20. He was pretty average, no definition, but a nice little body and a cute face. Slowly the younger guy stopped what he had been doing and slid down off his bench. He came over and sat next to the stiff instrument, reaching out and taking over the stroking duties. He ran his hand up and down the inflexible shaft twisting the knob at the end skillfully. Its owner started to breath more rapidly.
"How be you suck on it for awhile." the muscular stud suggested. The young guy licked his lips and stared at the solid spike. Leaning forward he licked the head and ran his tongue back and forth using the rough surface with skill to provide maximum stimulation. "This guy's done this before." our horny lifter thought. "Often."
Raising up from the bench the muscled man stepped up onto the bench so his steely shaft was even with his new partner's drooling mouth. He leaned forward and his tool slowly disappeared into the mouth and throat of this willing receptacle. Anxious hands grabbed his hard butt and pulled him farther into the open and stretched cavity. Together they established a smooth even rhythm back and forth which had the sturdy muscleman starting to feel the rumblings of a climax stirring in his swinging balls.
Both participants were far too busy to hear the door to the steam room open. The only sounds in the room were the hissing of the steam valve, the slurping of the little human vacuum machine and the groans and moans heralding the approach of a stupendous climax. The first indication anything was amiss was the widening of the eyes of the busy sucker as he saw the approaching trouble. Without any warning, hands grabbed the lusty, muscled stud and pulling him away from the extra moist warmth of the hole he was using, then knocking him onto the floor.
"Who the hell are you and what do you think your doin' to my baby brother ?" the massive football type bellowed at the fallen muscleman. His equally large friend was standing just to the right of the enraged sibling.
"He made me suck on his little dink." the youngster whined, suddenly no longer an avid participant of their lascivious activities. "Lucky he ain't hung like you, Jim, or I might have choked."
"Well, well." big brother Jim smiled to his companion. "Guess we're gonna have ourselves an interesting afternoon with the little muscle fag, unless our new butt boy here wants to talk to the police about what he was doing to my 15 year old brother."
That afternoon Jerry Wilder discovered that a conceited son of a bitch, who was ready to let his dick run his life would eventually find his ass on the line. Willing or not, that ass could end up being the only way out of one too many holes he opened for himself.