Ron's eyes rolled to the back of his head, not so much from boredom but from having to listen to the same old bullshit diatribe from the preacher in church. He was tired of the hatred and fear this reverend threw at the congregation week after week. Since he had finally dealt with his own gay issues, it pissed him off even more. Where was the love? Where was the understanding? He looked around at the crowd in the warm church. His siblings were not the only ones nodding off. There were still too many mindless people agreeing with the fear and loathing coming from the pulpit. His eyes connected momentarily with the good-looking man who had face fucked him in the men's room a couple of weeks prior. All he could think of was what a fucking asshole he was. He took a deep breath and pulled his jacket across his lap, making sure that nothing fell out of the pockets.
The sermon of hate finally ended and people began to file out. His brother and sister ran off to see an aunt as he whispered to his mother that he needed to use the restroom. She smiled and told him she was going to talk with the reverend. He headed down the empty hallway back toward the secluded restroom near the social hall. He hesitated a moment thinking about what had happened but decided the need to pee was too great to forego. A minute after he had begun peeing the door slowly opened. He heard the inside latch click and waited for the footsteps to approach the next urinal.
It was the asshole creep. Bingo. "Good morning young man. I must say I am glad to see you again. It's been awhile."
"Has it?"
The man smugly smiled and stood at the urinal obviously stroking his big dick into full erection. Ron shook his own penis and waited. "Surely, you aren't upset about our last encounter. I thought it was mutually satisfying and find you quite exciting."
Ron took a deep breath and stepped back. "You did? You do? Gee, I thought it was rather one-sided. But I guess you like things being one-sided? The man turned around and grinned lecherously at the thick stiff cock sticking out of Ron's pants. "This what you want?"
"Well, it is a nice big one but I hate to disappoint you."
"Why? You afraid of it?"
The man chuckled and shot Ron a look of someone who held all the cards, a bit too sure of himself. "It is tempting, I agree." He reached for Ron's cock and lightly stroked it. Ron grinned broadly, quickly grabbed the man's wrist, spun him around, pulled his arm tightly up behind him and slapped a set of handcuffs over the surprised man. Before the man could react, Ron had cuffed his second wrist, kicked his feet out from under him and sent him crashing to the floor. Even with the wind slightly knocked out of him, he tried to yell. Ron stuffed an old jock into his open mouth and kneed a kidney.
"Fucker. You played the wrong guy for a fool. I ain't as innocent as you think...bro." The man groaned and struggled to get to his knees. "You're just like that asshole reverend. Spewing hatred against gay men, as you play around behind everybody's back. Does your pretty wife know you like men? Or haven't' you been able to accept the fact you're as much a fucking faggot as I am. Asshole, you're too much of a coward to be half the man I've become or even a fourth of a man compared to the guys I've come to call friends." The man tried to yell and scream but the jock in his mouth did more than an adequate job. His cock flopped from the front of his open pants, as full and erect as one might expect from someone needing a little humiliation.
"Hmm, you seem to like this. Works for me too, get your face up here." The man turned away but Ron spun him on his knees and backhanded him. He went sprawling across the cold floor. "On your knees in front of your master scumbag." The man looked at Ron with fear in his eyes as he watched Ron stroke his big dick back to full erection. "One of the perks of being a teenager, I got me an endless supply of spunk to share." The man struggled to get up but Ron just pushed him back then placed his foot on the man's fat nuts. Horror shot across the man's face as Ron pressed just hard enough to cause pain. Ron's shot thick ropes of hot cum across the man's face and down the front of his expensive silk shirt. The man trembled in fear and hatred.
Ron rolled his dick back into his underwear, zipped up and stood above the angry man. "Don't bother, fool." The man's eyes opened wider as Ron pulled the small digital camera he had borrowed from Dave out of his pocket. He tried to turn away but Ron got a couple of good incriminating shots. The man fell over sobbing as Ron reached into his inside suit pocket and fished out the scumbag's wallet. He pulled out the man's driver's license and took a couple of close up shots. "A little more insurance never hurts."
He threw the man's wallet on the sink, checked his clothes in the mirror and unlatched the door. "Don't worry. I'm sure someone will find you. Oh and here's the key for the cuffs." He perched it precariously on the edge of the sink. One wrong move and it would fall down the drain. "And buddy. I wouldn't sweat these pics. But, they will make a nice addition to the other ones I found of you on the Internet. It's pretty damned fucking amazing what you can find when you dig deep enough." The man was a sobbing ball in the middle of the men's room floor as Ron walked back to the front of the church.
His mother was still talking to the reverend as Ron approached. She excused herself to find his aunt. "So, young man, I hear you've landed a healthy football scholarship and will be leaving us this fall. We know a very nice church that you will enjoy up there."
"No disrespect rev, but I don't want anything to do with the kind of hatred filled shit church that you have here."
"I beg your pardon, do you know who you're tal....'
"Oh fuck off. The pictures I saw, I guess you're the one who likes to beg. By the way, you're asswipe deacon is cuffed on the floor of the men's room down the hallway. I shared a little of my hot cum with him so he shouldn't be hungry."
"What're you talking about?"
"Go find out. Sooner or later someone has to rescue him. It's either you or the cleaning lady. And we know how she likes to gossip."
"Son you don't know what you're doing or with whom you're dealing?"
Ron turned to walk away. "I don't? Sorry, rev, but you ain't got a fucking clue in hell with whom you're dealing, chump." He headed toward the door. He heard the man take several steps toward him. Ron turned and faced the man eye to eye. "It wouldn't look good bro." He smiled, patted the man on his check and walked away.
His mother was taking his brother and sister to his aunt's for lunch but he decided to pass. He had more important things to do, some Internet research for school. She kissed him and smiled. "I think we need to find us a new church. I don't think I like the attitude of the reverend and his people here." He looked at her face closely. "I'm not dumb son. I love you no matter what, this world is too small and life too short for their hatred.
He kissed her on the check and watched as she drove off with family. He hopped in his car and sped home. The thrill of posting the pics of the church deacon somewhere where everyone could see them had him stiff and dripping. He quickly changed into sweats, groped his stiff pole a few strokes and sat down at his computer. The computer sprung to life and announced new email. He browsed through the list but stopped on one that triggered a response. It seemed familiar but was not one he recognized right away. Two clicks and it opened in front of him.
"Hey Ron, this is Gary from the team. I know you know about me from the clues you've dropped. Also read between the lines in your online profile. I need help and I need to talk with you. Give me a call. Please, I don't know who else to turn to."
Ron picked up the phone, saw he had a message from Dave but dialed Gary's number instead. His email was too off the wall and weird to ignore.
"Hey Gary, this is Ron. I got your message, what's up?"
He heard Gary take a deep breath, then he heard crying. "Ron, I met up with some guy who I chatted with online. He seemed like a nice guy but it all went downhill when I got there. An older man."
"Where's there?"
"Turned out to be some other guy's apartment in Oakland. They tried to get me drunk but I wouldn't drink much and then they forced me. Told me they'd tell my father and screw up any hope I had for college."
"They? How many were there? Do they know your father?"
"Three, a white guy, maybe in his 50's and two black guys, one in his 30's and the older guy, 60, I don't know for sure. The younger black guy was really strong and slapped me a couple of times. They know my dad through some community group."
"When did this happen?"
"Thursday after school. I met the one guy in Monroeville, then we drove back into Oakland. They made me suck them off then they fucked me." All Ron could hear were out of control sobs.
"It's OK Gary, you want me to stop by, pick you up and we go somewhere to talk?"
"Yeah. I really need to talk with someone. I don't know what to do."
"OK, buddy, I need to change. I'll be at your place in 20." Ron heard Gary quietly say thanks and hang up. He punched Dave's number into the phone. Dave surprised him by answering in half a ring. Dave told him about Matt. Ron stripped, pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt, and headed out the door. He tried calling his mother's cell phone but got voice mail. Silly woman seldom turned on the stupid thing. Gary was waiting on his porch when Ron drove up. He explained about his friend Matt and asked if they could talk at the hospital. Gary seemed reluctant but when Ron explained that Matt was one of his gay friends, Gary agreed. The idea of being in the middle of some supportive gay men seemed to calm him. He got a bit nervous when Ron stopped for Dave but Ron reassured him Dave was cool with all of it.
The three boys walked into the hospital and found Steve sitting in a waiting room with Matt's son. Steve hugged Ron and Dave and introduced himself to Gary. There wasn't much of an update on Matt. His family was all away for the holiday and hadn't yet returned. His ex had to go get something to eat and to work but hopefully would be back later. Dave sat with Steve to chat while Ron went off to the side with Gary.
"So these two guys are your friends, gay friends?" Ron nodded.
"Yeah, I met them through Dave's uncle Sam. Oh, except Dave. He and his father are both boringly straight. No, I know, he actually has an uncle Sam, weird huh? Anyway, Sam is this big biker leather daddy type only he's a university professor and he has this hot bodybuilder lover, Joe, who works for these two really hot guys, Bruce and Steve who live up in Beaver County. And well, I met this cool black dude, Scott, through them and well, he and I have well, you know and...."
"Stop. I got lost after Joe. These guys all like, hang out together?" And no one you know does what happened to me. I mean take advantage of kids?"
"No. Well, Joe had a bad time just recently, something happened on a business trip to Chicago. I'm not sure what. But, in fact Gary, these are some of the most loving, caring people I ever met. There all like big gym guys, lots of muscle, you'd never know them for faggots. No one is a creep like these guys you met. They hug. They share. They love. Are you, you know physically OK?"
"I don't know. They fucked me probably each one twice and didn't use anything and shot off in my mouth. I'm scared. The one black guy had a big fucking cock and really hurt me. I bled. What if, you know, they gave me some disease, or worse? I've known for a long time I was gay and fantasized about losing my virginity but not being fucked relentlessly." He looked at the floor and sobbed.
Ron looked at Gary's face. The guy was lucky to be 16, and a sophomore. "Did you go to a doctor?" Gary shook his head no. "Let me talk with these guys. They'll help. And they'll protect you." Gary hugged him and sobbed. Ron rocked him in his arms quietly. The door at the end of the hall opened and in walked Bruce and Steve. They walked over to console Steve. Ron went to say hello. Gary sat quietly and watched as the two big men embraced him in their arms and kissed him lovingly. He was more floored when they ditched their coats. He couldn't believe these two heavily muscled bodies in jeans and flannel was gay.
The men all took turns hugging Matt's son and reassured him his father would be all right. Despite his ordeal, Gary felt better just being close to these men. His attention was pulled back to the door when another even bigger man ambled in. He had an air of self-assurance and carried himself with confidence. He heard one of the guys call him Officer John and his heart skipped a beat. The big man hugged all of the other men and Matt's son. Lucky boy. Gary felt his head spin when Ron brought the big man over to meet him.
"Gary. This is Officer John Sullivan, a cop where Sam and Steve live. I think you need to tell him your story and get his opinion on what you should do." Gary looked up at the big blond beefcake. His head spun. He took the man's offered hand and felt heat race through his body.
"Hi, Gary, call me John. Ron here tells me you had a rather unfortunate experience with three fucking creeps. Want to tell me about it?" He sat down next to Gary and looked him hard in the eyes. Before he could answer, the door opened again and all talking ceased. A very good-looking man with a shaved head, swollen lip and a black eye walked in and shyly smiled, then grimaced.
Steve shot across the room and pulled the man into his arms. "Joe, oh thank god." Joe winced in pain from the tight hug. Gary watched the men all hug again. He felt himself being pulled over to the group by Officer John.
"Joe, this young man is Gary. He had a similar experience with three older men who took advantage of him. I think you two could help each other a lot right now." Steve, Bruce and Steve all looked at Gary, then at Joe.
"How old are you Gary?"
"Sixteen. Just turned sixteen." The air audibly whooshed from Joe's chest as tears streamed down his face. He took two steps to Gary and held him in his arms.
"Let's talk." Joe sat in the corner with Gary and John but the rest soon joined them. Steve sat on the edge of the group with Matt's son in his lap. The men reinforced everything Joe said and pulled as much information from Gary as he could tell them. Dave and Ron stood to one side, their arms around each other. A few months ago, they were playing football and worrying about schoolwork, now they were watching one of their teammates pour out his heart about being forced into sex, abused and threatened by three older men.
He pulled Dave aside and told him what he had done to the self-righteous holy men and Dave roared. His mouth dropped open when Ron told him he posted the pics to the web, in a community room where he knew members from the church would see. "Dude, that took major big balls to do that to that creep. Not that you don't have them."
"Yes he does." Ron turned to find Scott right behind him. Everyone was so engrossed in Gary's story and Dave in Ron's they didn't see Scot enter. Scott was introduced all round and brought somewhat up to date on what was happening when the air in the room changed again. All heads turned toward the door hoping it would be the doctor with an update on Matt.
Gary's mouth dropped. "Holy shit."
Sam stood at the end of the hall, full beard, dressed in biker boots, tight jeans and full leather jacket and cap. He walked across the room, hugged Matt's son and kissed Steve. "Any change?" Steve shook his head no. Sam let out a long sigh. Joe had been sitting on a bench against the wall with Gary. Everyone turned to watch as he slowly stood, walked over and dropped to his knees in front of Sam.
"Sam, I'm sorry for what happened in Chicago, I wish I could change things but talking with this young man made me realize, I can't. I can only hope you still love me in your heart." He looked up to see tears slide down Sam's face. The big man reached up to remove his biker cap and revealed his shaved head.
"It's going to take a helluva lot more to make me stop loving you, not even death."
"Sam, your hair?"
"It's the least gesture I could do besides this." He reached down, pulled Joe to his feet and carefully planted a big kiss on his split lip. "Please come home." Joe shook his head yes and all the men crowded around in a large group hug. John pulled Gary into the hug as the young man cried again, only this time in joy over his new found friendships.
"Ahem." Attention was once again turned to the end of the hall. The confused doctor stood scratching his head. "Steve, Matt would like to see you now. And you can sneak his son in for a few minutes. Just a few! The man has a pretty nasty concussion and is really, really groggy from the pain killers. NO HUGGING. Way too many bruises and broken bones for that. Please let him get some rest. I'm not going to kid you. He's stable now but the body needs a lot of rest to recover from an accident like that. We weren't sure he would make it but something seems to be pulling him through." Steve thanked him and hurried off with his son. "Remember, he's really groggy so he may say some things that don't make sense."
The doctor turned and looked at the group of gym rats. His eyes settled on Sam's large leather-clad frame. "Holy fuck." He handed Sam a card. "I'll make an exception if you ever need a house call. Or even if you don't." The doctor looked at the men again and smiled. "Your friend is going to need some help. He's got quite a few weeks ahead as bones knit, his head's going to be ringing for a while, and above all he needs your love and patience."
Bruce stepped forward and shook the man's hand then hugged him. "Jeff, I didn't know you were Matt's doctor, what a surprise. Uh, could I ask you a favour? Could you talk to our young friend Gary here?"
"Sure." He hugged Bruce again and walked over to Gary but not without stopping in front of Sam. "You know, if you tell me you have your bike parked out side, I'll strip and you can do whatever you want to me now."
Sam shook his head. "Nope, sorry, just my pickup." Jeff sighed and shrugged. He turned back to Gary. Sam added, "The bike wouldn't start."
Jeff shook his head and looked down at the floor. "You couldn't have just stopped at the truck?" He motioned toward Joe and Sam. "You two lovers?" They smiled. "Wow." He took Joe's chin in his hand and turned his face. "What happened to you?"
"The same as happened to this young man, more or less." Jeff turned to look at Gary then back at Joe. He sat down next to Gary.
"Son, you need to tell me everything, every fucking detail."
A few minutes later Steve returned with Matt's son. His mother had called and couldn't get away from work. She asked if it would be OK if he stayed with Steve. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to see Matt and run into all the gay friends waiting around. Steve shrugged. He looked beat. Jeff assured him they would call him if anything changed in Matt's condition. Steve walked out with Bruce and the other Steve with Matt's son happily in tow. All he wanted to do was get home and rest, with his trusty dog by his side. The dog would be great company for the boy.
Sam took Jeff aside and told him he would pay for whatever needed to be done to assure that Gary was in perfect health. Jeff made Gary promise he would return on Monday for a complete physical and tell his parents. At first Gary looked like he would pass out, then looking at the faces of all his new friends, he knew he could get through this. Since he had been molested more than 48 hours ago, and showered and cleaned himself, there was not much Jeff could do to gather any DNA evidence. The blood tests became the highest thing on the list to do. Dave and Ron told Gary they would be with him. Scott hugged Ron.
"You are such a damn good kid. Now, you want to tell me why you're carrying around this laptop."
"Oh, I wanted to show you my project from this morning." Ron fired up the machine and showed them the pictures of his bathroom escapade. Gary's face went white as a ghost.
"That the guy who cornered you in the men's room Ron? Wow, you got him back good. You're my hero."
Officer John scowled. "Ron, you took a big risk. Ya gotta be careful with scumbags like this. I have to get to work. Someone call me and update me on Matt. Later guys." He walked toward the door then turned to Ron. "The cuffs were a nice touch. Gary, I'll be talking to ya real soon."
Gary felt better having had a group of men in which to confide. Ron and Dave took him home and promised they would stick by him no matter what. He couldn't begin to explain to his parents the kind of afternoon he had had, so just told them he hung out with Ron and Dave. It took him an hour to work up the courage to go to them and tell them about his ordeal. As worried as they were, they were more amazed at the support he received from people he had just met. And more by the fast action in which they were responding.
The men had all said their goodbyes in the parking garage and left Joe and Sam standing alone. Joe still had the deer in the headlights look. Sam took his hand. "Joey, there is nothing that happened in that room to you in Chicago that I in anyway hold you to blame, or whatever, I need to say that. I love you beyond all this. It hurts me that these shitheads hurt you. Please come home and let me help you."
"Yes sir. I realized with what happened to Matt, and this poor kid Gary, no matter that I am still lucky. I'll follow you home. It feels so good to say that." Sam took the steps three at a time to get to the floor where his truck was parked. It took them 30 long minutes to get home in traffic. Sam helped Joe bring his stuff in from the car, sort through his laundry and unpack. He let Joe set the pace and when he thought he was ready, he pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"I know there are some bruises but I need to hold you. And kiss your forehead. That lip looks pretty sore. My heart breaks to see your black eye."
"Well, there's more. I appreciate you shaving your head to reflect mine...no pun intended. Actually, it's sorta hot but I so liked your high and tight, very daddyish."
"I shaved everything." He popped the snaps on his flannel shirt to reveal his smooth hairless chest. Joe ran his hands over the tight muscle and licked his lips.
"Ohmigod, that's making me hot." Then he stepped back and turned away. As he pulled up his sweatshirt, Sam saw the bruises across his back and gasped. Joe turned back to reveal both nipples had been pierced.
"Fuck, they pierced your tits? And they look like they did a god job. Damn."
"They did do a good job, weird as that sounds. That was the blood in the room that scared Steve, Bruce and Quin. I just always thought if I was to get my nips pierced, it would be something we agreed upon and you would be there with me. They robbed me of that moment. Are you upset?"
Sam carefully ran his fingers over the large rings. "Well, as much as I admit I miss having us make that decision together, it is hot. I am a little sorry to have missed your tit piercing but as long as you are all right and there isn't any infection? That's my first concern, what they used to do this was safe. We can always be together to have something else pierced." Joe looked up with a confused shrug. "Um, maybe a PA?"
"You'd want me to do that?"
"I've done it. Why would I not want you to, although, it doesn't work as well on everybody. I'll have to study the body part. Finish getting undressed." Joe pulled off the rest of his clothes to reveal his smooth, perfectly hairless body to his lover. Sam tenderly ran his hands over the smooth tight skin. Joe shivered in response. The bruises all over his lover made him angry but he was determined not to show that side to Joe. He knelt down and took Joe's semi-erect cock in his mouth and sucked it to its full proud hard state. "Mmm, that still works. Turn around." Joe did as he was told. "Bend forward." He tenderly kissed Joe's brutally raped butthole, hugged him close and slowly rimmed him.
Joe groaned. "I knew if anyone could make me feel better, it would be you. I was just so scared you would never want me again."
"Dobe thingkt dab."
He smiled, reached around and held Sam's face between his butt cheeks. "You have to take your tongue out of my ass for me to understand you. But don't." Sam worked at the swollen hole about 20-minutes until Joe trembled. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna shoot."
"Don't. We need that."
"Sam, I don't know if I can handle your big dick right now. I might need a couple more days to heal. I wish I could remember everything that happened but it might scare me more."
Sam turned Joe back around and kissed the head of his dick and both big cum-filled balls. "Well, son you're not the only one here who could be fucked."
"But that's my responsibility."
"Not when I tell you as your dad to fuck me." Sam stood up, pulled Joe into his arms and kissed his forehead, then licked his head. "We're gonna keep the shaved head thing for awhile. It's hot. And definitely the tit rings." Sam pulled him tighter. "Hold me son." Joe felt Sam's strength flowing into him and with it a renewed sexual desire. He stood back and held his arms out from his sides. Joe knelt down and helped him off with his biker boots. His hands felt the outline of all the tight hard leg muscle as he ran his hands over Sam's legs. His trembling fingers undid the top button on his dad's jeans and pulled down the zipper to reveal the smooth hairless cock and balls. He licked around the smooth base and kissed the big dripping head. They looked even larger, if that was, possible shaved.
As he spread his lips to suck the thick shaft he mumbled `ow' several times. He nuzzled the big shaft in frustration. "Damn. That shaved monster just begs to be sucked."
"Um, maybe we need to wait a couple more days for your lip to heal before you try that again. But your dick's intact and so is my ass." Sam pulled off his jeans, walked around to the nightstand, got the lube and rolled onto his back on the bed. "Fuck me son." *****
Gary's parents were more than concerned about what had happened to their son. His father did a quick check on the doctor who had given his son a card. His insurance included the doctor and gave him a high rating. He breathed a sigh of relief. They reassured Gary they had no problem with his being gay but they didn't think he should be doing anything of a dangerous sexual nature until he was eighteen. They just weren't quite sure what that was. The frank discussion he had with them just about knocked him out. He realized he didn't need to doubt his parents love or trust. They had just finished dinner when the doorbell rang about 7 PM. Gary opened the door to find Officer John in full uniform on his doorstep with an equally hot state trooper. His cock started to stiffen.
"Hi Gary, sorry to interrupt your evening, but this is Trooper Mahoney. He needs to get a statement from you. I know this isn't easy but Gary, we need your help. I'm hoping you've talked with your parents by now, if not, I'll come back. But, I can't stress the importance of this enough." Gary motioned them in as his father came into the living room. John whispered in Gary's ear. "You may need to get your rocket under control. Mahoney's straight." He introduced himself and the trooper to Gary's parents and explained how important Gary had become in a case on which they were working. Trooper Mahoney pulled out a folder and showed him several pictures.
"Son, do you recognize any of these men?" Gary looked them over. Two of the men were from the group of pictures he had seen on Ron's computer that afternoon.
"Yes sir, three of them."
The Trooper let out a sad sigh and looked at Officer Sullivan. "John we have our case." He looked back at Gary. "I have a son, also 16, goes to school in the south hills. People like these men don't care if you're straight or gay, they just, well, you know. Gary, we really need your help." *****
Joe held his hand out to Sam. "Could we go downstairs to the playroom?"
"Sling time?" Joe nodded and Sam hopped up off the bed. "Whoooo doggies." He flipped Joe up over his shoulder and carried him like a sack of potatoes to the basement playroom. The room was a bit chilly since it had been closed up for over a week but the two men soon had it hot and steamy. Sam settled back into the sling, lifted his booted legs up to the straps and watched as Joe secured his feet in place. He then got down and buried his nose deep between Sam's butt cheeks.
"Ah, damn, I needed that. That whole week in Chicago I needed you by me. I took one of your sweaty gym T-shirts along just to have your smell with me."
"I wondered where that went."
"It's not the same as the real thing. I guess I need to wash it cause I dumped several loads of my cum in it." Sam looked quizzically at his boy. "But this is a rush better than any drug I could imagine." He slowly tongued his way around Sam's fat balls and thick cock. His master was rock hard and oozing a steady stream of pre-cum, the big shaft throbbing in veiny splendour. Then Joe began his slow assault on his asshole, driving his tongue deep into his love until Sam's was moaning non-stop.
"Damn son. Where'd you learn to do that?"
Joe smiled. "Hour after hour of memorizing everything you do to me. You like that sir?"
"Oh fuck yeah, making me hurt from the need to have you stiff dick up my ass. Time to fuck me son. And don't take me gently. Pay me back some of the anger you have for the guys who beat you." Joe stopped for a moment to think what Sam meant then took one last long swipe with his tongue.
He stood up, lubed his straining prick and positioned himself at Sam's door. He pushed hard and buried is big dick in Sam's hungry ass in one thrust. Sam grunted.
"Damn, glad I'm not afraid of a little pain. You've grown some I think since the last time you fucked me."
"You make me workout like a slave in the gym to build my body and other things get inspired."
"Yeah right, holy shit, you feel good."
Joe pushed and let Sam's body adjust then slowly pulled back. He gave Sam's ass a slow languid fucking before the gears in his brains slipped into place and he felt the heat from Sam's body emanate from his cock into his balls. He looked deep into Sam's haunting eyes.
"Ride me son." Joe increased his assault until he was slamming Sam's meaty ass full force. His balls were bounced off the man's round butt. He reached up and wrapped his hands in a set of straps near the eyebolts and slammed even harder. Sam reached up at the bouncing tit rings and began some playful tugging, slowly increasing the pressure until Joe's thrusts matched the intensity with which he work the swollen nips.
He studied Joe's thick muscular body. Every muscle flexed in response to the heavy fucking movements. The meaty biceps swelled with energy providing more leverage for the pole buried deep in Sam. Tight abs crunched in multiple layers with each deep drive. Sam could only imagine what the butt must look like. He tried to raise his head to see thee wall-mounted mirror but Joe's energetic fucking keep his head bobbing like giveaway night at he stadium.
Joe dropped one hand to grab Sam's swollen purple cock and frantically began to stroke his dad. "Oh fuck, I don't remember ever wanting to fuck a man more. Damn Sam, what're you doing to me?"
"Unleashing your demons.'
"You ass is like working my dick. Biting down on it." Sweat dripped from Joe's shiny shaved head. He reached up again to grab the strap and slammed his dick deeper. "Holy fucking shit, I gotta let go."
"Give it to me boy. Fill me with your heat." Sam felt Joe convulse and hot cum shoot deep into his body. Joe's body shook with the release. He grabbed Sam's dick again. "Finish me son, bring me home." He thrust his hips forward, fired off another volley of hot spunk and stroked the massive cock in his hand. His head dropped forward and he covered the big purple knob as best he could with his swollen lip, only losing a couple of drops of Sam's precious manjuice. He dropped the still hard shaft, fell forward across Sam and pressed their mouths together. He fed Sam his own cum until both men were licking feverishly.
Sam shifted and shot more jizz between the two of them. The two men hung in the sling gasping for air and sweating.
Joe panted. "Fuck, that's the hottest sex we've had in a long time. It's like an electric charge going through my tits when you play with them, they don't hurt. It's like a direct jolt to my dick." Sam just raised his eyebrows.
"You like fucking your old man, don't you?"
Joe shot him an evil grin. "I could get used to that."
"You promise to eat my ass like that every time and we just might do that more often."
"So, you must'a been saving your juice for me. That was quite an impressive load." He helped Sam out of the sling. The two men hugged pressing their cum soaked bodies together.
"Mostly, I did get off one load. Look, Joe, I have to tell you, that night I was waiting to hear again if you would come home on Saturday, well, there was this young guy from the university...."
"You fucked someone else." Sam studied his eyes.
"Yeah. I met him when we crossed paths with him and this Bill, another student, at the grill when I got the call about you. He came over here with everybody else and when he told me he wasn't `getting what he needed from this other guy, Bill, my heart was breaking. So he stayed the night. It wasn't until the next morning when he told me more about his sort of relationship, that, well, we fucked. He's the beefy...."
"Bill?" Joe looked around the room. "This wasn't some beefy little football jock? Shoulders and chest as wide as he is tall?"
"Um, yeah."
"Buzz?"
"Yeah, you know him?" Joe laughed.
"Yep, I do. One of the few guys I've fucked. Bill screws him over, not to be mean, but Buzz wants so much more and he sure as hell ain't getting any more than a stiff prick from Bill."
"You don't seem upset."
Joe hugged Sam close and rubbed their sticky chest together again. "I'm not. If there was ever anyone who I thought we needed to befriend, it's Buzz. He's a good man but somewhat lost in that whole jock world. So he knows about us?"
"I think. He saw the pictures but never mentioned knowing you."
"That's Buzz. He's not about gossip. He'd rather die than gossip." Joe sighed. "Well, I'm glad. I hope he gets better acquainted with out friends."
"He certainly seemed eager to get to know Officer John."
Joe stood back and smiled until he thought he would split his lip again. "He met Sullivan? Oh, he's dead meat. The man is a sucker for a man in uniform, he told me that."
"Do you think he wants to get into leather or be in a slave kind of relationship?"
"Big time. In fact, I think we might just need to work on that. However, it's cold down here again, if we aren't fucking, so can we got have a hot shower? I really missed our showers together. And, you know, I'm hungry."
"We can order take out from that little Italian place in Wilkins and go pick it up."
"Ahhhhhhhhh, I know why I love you." Joe turned to leave the playroom. "Your dick's still hard."
"It needs a hot shower to cool off." Their food was almost cold by time they finished another round of jacking each other off and playing in the shower. They were eating late as it was. Any later it would be breakfast. Sam was so happy to have Joe home he could have burst. It was all he could do to keep his eyes on the road in the truck on the drive to pick up their dinner. Joe sprawled in the passenger seat of the big Ford seemingly content to have most of his ordeal behind him. Bruce and Steve had told him to take Monday off from work but he felt he needed to keep his mind occupied. Sam talked him into only working a half-day. They planned to hit the gym hard together Monday afternoon. The smell of the food in the containers drove them crazy on the short trip back home.
They had to slow down as they turned into their development. There were half a dozen state trooper cars and two of the local police cruisers on the second street. *****
It was a fairly routine Sunday evening -- 60 minutes, some cable show and that silly housewife series when the doorbell rang. The front porch of the suburban split-level house was covered with uniformed state troopers. The door slowly opened.
Trooper Mahoney focused his gaze downward on the man in the doorway. "Mr. Dale Toomey, you're under arrest."
Toomey almost fell over. He looked around at the stern faces. His eyes came to rest on the hate-filled glare of Officer John Sullivan standing at the back of the group. "Sullivan, what is this?"
Sullivan just smiled. "It's not nice to play sex games with underage boys."
Toomey's wife had come out of the kitchen just in time to see her husband being cuffed. She had heard Sullivan's comment and dropped the dishtowel in her hand. He was led off to a cruiser as Mahoney shook Sullivan's hand.
"Good work officer." He squeezed the thick shoulder of the young cop and motioned to two other troopers. "You men be sure to go through anything you think might be related to this case. Be sure to gat every bit of computer equipment here. Here's all the paper you need to search."
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