Travis Adventure

Travis' Adventures - Part IX Travis and Justin _______________________________________________________________________________

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Three days after Miguel's gangbang, the Mexican teen returned to the bookstore. It was almost 2:30 a.m. and the bookstore was almost deserted. A few customers were in the movie arcade, but the main store was empty except for Corey who was sitting behind the counter reading a book.

Miguel was horny, looking for somebody to relieve his hard cock. Miguel saw Corey sitting behind the cash register reading as he closed the door behind himself. The Mexican teen was hoping he would find the freckle-faced blonde girl with the big tits who he had fucked in the parking lot. Miguel stroked himself through his tight jeans as he remembered that night.

Corey saw the Mexican teen enter and smiled to himself. The effeminate young man put down his book and waved at Miguel.

"Hi, honey," Corey said. "What brings you here tonight?" Miguel smiled at the young man and sauntered over to the counter.

"Looking for some pussy," the Mexican teen answered, still rubbing the hard lump in his jeans.

"Oh, I thought maybe you were looking for Yoshi," Corey teased. "I thought maybe you fell in love." The young man remembered Miguel naked and tied down on the office desk as the Asian teen rooted his ass and Jamie fucked his mouth. The memory made Corey's cock stir.

"Real funny, faggot," Miguel answered, not in the least embarrassed. "You faggots fucked me good, but next time I'm going to get me some Jap pussy." Actually, the memory of being tied down naked, helpless and getting ass-fucked by the dominant Asian teen made him just as hard as thinking about the big-titted blonde girl. Still, Miguel had to keep up his macho image. "If you faggots hadn't tied me up I would have fucked you all." The Mexican teen paused as he saw Corey smile.

"You seen that blonde bitch with the big tits?" he asked. "You know, the one I..."

"I know who you mean, honey," Corey interrupted. "She was here a few hours ago. Some black guy banged her..." The young man saw the crestfallen Mexican teen's jaw drop and he grinned. "No, honey, I'm just teasing. I haven't seen her." Corey liked teasing Miguel.

"Don't do that, faggot," Miguel replied. "It's not funny. Maybe I'll fuck you later."

"Maybe," Corey said, tossing his head and looking into Miguel's black eyes. "Or maybe not." The young man opened the cash register and extracted a handful of movie tokens. He pushed them across the counter toward the Mexican teen. "Here. Go watch a movie. There's a guy in number five who might help you out."

"Thanks, baby." Miguel scooped up the tokens and disappeared into the movie arcade. Thirty minutes later Corey heard the door open and looked up from his book. The young man recognized the gay teen hustler who entered the store. Corey waved the teen over to the counter and greeted him warmly. He was glad to see his young friend.

Justin was a week away from his seventeenth birthday and he had been living on his own for a little over a year. He was five feet, ten inches tall, lean with well-defined muscles. He had collar length, dirty-blonde hair that he wore combed straight back from his forehead. He was quite handsome, in a teenage way, with an unblemished complexion and a wide smile that revealed large, pearly-white teeth, which, together with his blue eyes revealed his Scandinavian heritage. Tonight he wore a tight blue tee-shirt and even tighter faded blue jeans. Justin never wore underwear or socks when he went out hustling, always expecting to strip naked at a moment's notice.

Justin had grown up in rural Minnesota, the youngest child in a poverty-stricken family of six. His parents were alcoholic and often abusive. Sometimes when his parents had been drinking heavily, his father beat his mother. Justin's siblings were unusually protective of him, and shielded him from his father's rages. Justin had learned to cook at an early age, and he usually cooked the family meals, something he enjoyed. In school, Justin excelled in history, science and mathematics. He loved learning, reading, and often dreamed of traveling to far-away lands.

He enrolled in the school's Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps. By his junior year, Justin was promoted to cadet-sergeant. On training days, his uniform was impeccable; he washed, starched and ironed his greens at home. He loved the discipline and physical training, and he excelled at marksmanship. The retired Army sergeant-major who ran the JROTC program pronounced Justin as his best cadet. He treated Justin to his first beer and regaled the youngster with war stories from his experiences in Europe and Korea. Justin liked the old infantry sergeant-major and laughed at his humorous stories, but he decided he didn't like beer. He hoped for an ROTC scholarship. He would gladly exchange military service for an education.

After school, Justin worked at a drive-in hamburger stand and saved his money for the college he hoped to attend.

Justin had always known he was gay. During his freshman year of high school, Justin had been seduced by an upperclassman. His seducer was a jock, and for the next year and a half Justin got passed around among a small group of horny jocks who used him for sex when their girlfriends wouldn't put out. Justin didn't mind. He liked giving blowjobs. A few of the jocks reciprocated, Justin liked the sex and companionship, and the jocks never mistreated him. Until his junior year in high school, Justin's secret had remained hidden. Then a substitute teacher caught him half-naked and blowing another boy in an empty classroom. The teacher called the police.

That night Justin's drunken father beat him to a bloody pulp, blackening his eyes and splitting his lip. With his secret now revealed the torment at school began. Suddenly he had no friends. Even the small group of jocks he had thought were his friends now shunned him. The other students and some of the teachers teased him mercilessly, even the jocks. He was kicked out of JROTC for "moral turpitude." His once-beloved English teacher, who had assigned him so many books to read and had openly praised his book reports in class, called him a queer. The boys shoved him in the halls and picked fights with him while the girls giggled and jeered. Justin fought back as best he could, but the young teenager was overwhelmed.

It seemed like even his own family had turned against him. His two older brothers called him a faggot. His older sister, a senior at the same high school, publicly addressed him as "Justine." His father remained openly hostile and often slapped him around. Justin's mother was heart-broken. She retreated further into the bottle and seldom spoke to her youngest son. Every night, young Justin cried himself to sleep.

One day at school, when Justin had to urinate he observed the boys' room to ensure it was empty before he entered. Upon entry, he discovered his chief JROTC instructor zipping up his fly. The old sergeant-major faced the boy.

"Listen up,," the old infantryman softly said., in contrast to his usual parade-ground bellowing "There's no such thing as a faggot in a foxhole. If I ever go into combat again, I want you around me. You`d make a good officer." The sergeant-major hesitated He gripped Justin's upper arm for a moment. The sergeant-major was blunt. "There's nothing I can do. I wish I could. You're fucked." He tossed off a sloppy field-salute and marched out of the boys' room. Justin locked himself in a stall and silently wept. The young boy felt himself completely abandoned.

After just two months, Justin could take no more. He stole some money from the drive-in where he worked after school, emptied his savings account and ran away, first to Minneapolis, then Chicago, then to Nashville when the weather became too cold up north.

During his time on the street, Justin had discovered there were men who would pay for sex with handsome teenage boys. At first Justin trolled the adult theaters and bookstores offering his young body for money. In Chicago, he had worked for an older man who had a stable of six other teenage runaways. At night they worked a stretch of city street known as "Chickenhawk Drive" because of the dozens of male hustlers who prowled for tricks. Sometimes the men took him to a motel, but usually Justin simply had sex in their cars while parked in a vacant lot. Justin received ten dollars for a blowjob and twenty for an ass-fuck. He usually turned three or four tricks every night.

The man who pimped him out every night took most of the money Justin earned in return for the right to sleep in a dirty two-bedroom apartment with the other six teens. Most of them had drug problems, personality disorders, or both. Justin hated the place and he hated working the cold streets. Some of the men were abusive. On a snowy night in early February, a half-drunken man had taken him into an alley and stripped him naked. The man reeked of beer and body odor. As Justin knelt naked in the snow, the man fucked the shivering teenager's mouth as he gripped two handfuls Justin's blond hair.

"Are you cold, queer-boy?" the man asked after he had ejaculated into Justin's mouth.

"Hell yes," Justin replied, wiping the man's sperm from his lips with the back of his hand.

"Well, this will warm you up," the man said. He proceeded to piss all over the naked teenager kneeling in the snowy alley, hosing him down from his blond head to his crotch with a steady stream of hot, smelly urine. Despite the cold and the humiliation of being pissed on, Justin's young cock remained erect, and the naked teenager beat his meat as man sprayed his hot piss over Justin's face and bare chest. Justin was afraid the man would beat him, but the drunk tossed him a five-dollar bill.

"Here's a tip, faggot," the man said, and walked away laughing.

That night, in the crowded apartment, surrounded by smelly, snoring boy-hustlers, Justin again cried himself to sleep. But he was determined to escape and he formulated a plan. He had heard some of the other hustlers say that Florida was much better than Chicago. One Friday night, Justin secretly packed up his meager belongings and sneaked his bag past the pimp. In the early morning hours, instead of returning to the pimp's apartment with his earnings, Justin bought a Greyhound ticket and caught a bus for Miami.

He got as far as Nashville. It was shortly after midnight when the bus pulled into the downtown station. Justin went to the rest room where a group of young toughs beat him up, took his money, his bag and left him laying on the pissy rest room floor. It was the worst night of Justin's life. Beaten, broke and alone in a strange city, he wanted to cry. Instead, Justin walked the streets until he found an adult bookstore. He needed some money and he knew only one way to earn it in a hurry.

It was also the night Justin met Corey. They young man saw Justin walk in, his nose bloody, face bruised and lower lip swollen. He locked the cash register and quickly ushered the teenager into the office. Corey cleaned him up as Justin told the young man what had happened to him and confessed his plight. Corey held Justin when the teenager suddenly broke into tears and let him cry on his shoulder for a few minutes. They young man heard a customer demanding service, so he told Justin to stay in the office and went back to the cash register.

At 4:00 a.m. Corey locked up the bookstore, went to the office and found Justin sleeping on the sofa, curled up in the fetal position, his knees tucked up under his chin. The young man made an instant decision, and when his shift ended he took Justin to his apartment.

Like Justin's father, Corey's father flew into a rage when he discovered his son's sexual orientation. Corey's sexuality was revealed when an anonymously-mailed package containing one of Corey's gay porn movies arrived at his father's office. Corey came from a prominent old-money family in southern Alabama, and his sexuality, especially his acting in gay porn films, would have provoked a huge scandal and devastated his family. But Corey's parents genuinely loved him. His father had demanded he leave home immediately, but secretly provided his son with financial support on the condition that the young man stop making gay porn and stay out of Alabama. He paid Corey's tuition at the University campus where they young man was studying art history and also provided a small stipend that allowed Corey to live in a nice, two-bedroom apartment in a better part of town.

At his apartment, Corey cooked breakfast for himself and Justin. They talked and exchanged their personal stories. Corey put Justin up in the spare bedroom and told the teenager he was welcome to stay until he got himself together. At first Justin resisted, but Corey insisted. That night Justin accompanied Corey to work. Although he felt compassion for him the young man didn't yet fully trust the teenager and didn't want to leave him alone in the apartment. But by Monday, Corey realized the teenager didn't have a drug problem so he left him in the apartment when he went to class. When the young man returned, he discovered Justin had cooked dinner for the both of them. That night, Corey didn't work and he and Justin had sex.

That was in February and it was now late August. Justin had stayed at Corey's apartment for almost two weeks. At the time, Corey had a boyfriend, an older professor who taught at the University the young man attended, and he was becoming increasingly jealous of the young teen who was sharing his lover's apartment. The situation between Corey and the professor deteriorated until Corey obtained a fake ID for the teenager and found Justin a job at a "modeling agency" where the young man had worked before he started school. Corey knew the management was fair and treated the "models" well.

The agency employed mostly females, but had a few young males. Justin did some modeling, but mostly he provided sexual services to men who had a penchant for teenage males and had the money to indulge their proclivities. The agency was fairly discriminate and quickly dropped abusive clients. Justin kept half of his fees and all of his tips. He was good at providing sexual services, always clean, sober and well groomed. His lithe, smooth body, coupled with his handsome young face and seeming enthusiasm soon ensured that clients often asked for him when they called the agency. The agency charged a client a hundred dollars for a session with Justin, and the teenager usually saw four or five clients each week.

The teenager from Minnesota now shared a room in a dingy motel with another hustler named Ricky. Like Justin, Ricky was a runaway. Ricky, a thin, pimply nineteen-year old with reddish hair and a long, limp cock, wasn't gay and didn't particularly like having sex with men, but he had a serious drug addiction and always needed money. Justin didn't trust Ricky and always made sure he deposited his earnings at the bank before he returned to the room they shared.

Soon Justin developed a small, regular clientele, mostly older men who liked a little kink with their boy-sex. Most wanted to be dominated, and the teenage hustler found he was quite talented at satisfying their desires. Justin could be submissive, too, and he would allow his supple young body to be used by a select few dominant men. He found that submitting to an older, dominant man excited him tremendously, and that he liked a little pain with sex.

One client, a muscular leather-stud businessman in his mid-forties, tied up the young hustler. The agency had referred him to a dominatrix. In her dungeon, Justin submitted to the leather stud and the dominatrix. Dressed in a leather chest harness and black leather cock and ball pouch, the dominant man attached clothespins to the naked teenage hustler's throbbing cock and nipples as Justin dangled helplessly from his leather wrist restraints, then whipped and verbally abused him before he fucked the teenager and masturbated him to an explosive orgasm. Justin was well-paid for this session, and with his earnings he bought some bondage equipment and leather garments. He often masturbated recalling that three-hour session and he hoped the dominatrix would request his services again.

Corey and Justin stood at the counter and talked. Justin sometimes stopped by the bookstore at night to talk. The young man and the teenage hustler had become very good friends since the night Corey had first befriended him. They sometimes had sex at Corey's apartment, but both tended to be more of a bottom. The teen hustler had perfected his deep-throat technique by frequent practice on Corey's enormous cock. Although Justin was comfortable servicing older men, he was primarily attracted to young teenagers his own age and he liked guys who were assertive and confident.

Justin was unhappy with his room mate. He had come to the store tonight because Ricky had a client in the room.

"I don't like him and I don't trust him," the teenager confided in his friend. "He's working off the books now. The agency doesn't know he's stealing clients."

"Well, why don't you move out, honey?" Corey asked. "Get an apartment."

"I couldn't afford it," Justin replied.

"How much do you make?" Corey asked.

"Maybe three or four hundred a week," the teenager answered. "Sometimes more, sometimes less."

"That's plenty," Corey told Justin. "I know a nice, furnished one-bedroom that would be perfect for you. The rent is $225.00 a month. I can take you there as soon as I get off work."

The door opened and a man walked into the bookstore. He looked around, then approached the counter and asked Corey for five dollar's worth of tokens. As the young man opened the cash register and counted out the tokens, Justin saw the man looking at him. The teenage hustler smiled and struck a suggestive pose. The man appeared to be in his early 40's, muscular with thick black hair and a moustache. He was wearing khaki shorts and a loose button-down shirt with a floral pattern. The man accepted the tokens, smiled at Justin and went to the movie arcade, pausing to look over his shoulder at the teenager before disappearing into the arcade. Justin looked at Corey, who shook his head and smiled. The teenager seldom trolled the bookstores since he had landed the job at the modeling agency, but tonight he was feeling horny.

"Twenty bucks is twenty bucks," Justin said as he turned to follow the man into the arcade. "Besides, I'm feeling a little horny tonight."

"You're always horny, sweetie," Corey laughed and returned to his book.

Inside the dimly-lit arcade, Justin approached the man and pulled off his white tee-shirt.

"I'll suck you off for twenty dollars," Justin said as he struck a provocative, slutty pose. The man gave Justin a twenty-dollar bill and the blond teenager put the bill in his pocket, then pulled off his white tee-shirt. He stood bare-chested in the arcade, with his hands clasped behind his head, his chest thrust out as the man felt him up. Justin liked exposing his body and he liked it when a client touched him. He brazenly groped the man's crotch and felt the man's stiff cock. Justin felt his own cock hardening. The half-naked teenage hustler pulled the man into a booth and closed the door.

The man put some tokens into the coin box and the television came to life. The man sat in the plastic chair and opened his shorts, revealing a thick, meaty cock that was only half-hard.

"Get naked, kid," the man whispered, stroking his cock. "I like my bitches nude'" Justin smiled and silently unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall in a pool around his ankles. He never wore underwear when he visited the bookstore, always expecting some action.

The teenager's eight-inch, uncircumcised cock was fully hard and pointed up obscenely at a forty-five degree angle above a smooth, tight white scrotum. The man tentatively touched Justin's cock as he admired the teenager's young body. Justin's smooth body was completely hairless. He had well-developed pectorals with quarter-sized brown nipples and a perfectly flat stomach. Over the summer, Justin had a developed a deep, rich tan while sunbathing at the motel pool. The teenager's arms, torso and smooth, shapely legs were a uniform shade of brown, but his bubble ass and shaved crotch were his natural creamy white.

Justin caressed his naked chest and played with his own hard nipples for a few minutes as the man looked him over. The man's cock was now fully erect and he was stroking himself as the naked teenager silently knelt between his legs and tugged the man's shorts down to his ankles. Justin removed the man's hand from his cock, then leaned forward to unbutton the man's shirt, revealing a muscular chest covered with a thick mat of black hair. His fingers found the man's nipples, and he gently manipulated the hard nubs until the man closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. Justin saw the man's gold wedding band on his left ring finger, and it turned the teenager on even more. There was always something exciting about servicing a married client. Justin always wondered what the wife would say if she knew a teenage hustler was stealing her man's ball-juice.

Miguel was sitting in a movie booth flipping through the channels and idly stroking his half-hard cock. The guy in number five, who Corey had suggested might take care of his needs, had turned out to be a muscular middle-aged black man who had angrily threatened to beat Miguel's skinny spic ass when the Mexican teen had knocked on the door and rudely interrupted his jack-off session. Frightened and humiliated, Miguel had beat a hasty retreat to the booth furthest from number five and locked the door, hoping the enraged black man didn't follow him. That fucking faggot is gonna pay for his little joke with his stinking ass, the Mexican teen said to himself, thinking of Corey.

Miguel was still hoping the blonde girl would show up. Every time he heard sounds in the arcade hallway, the Mexican teen cracked his door open and peeked out, hoping to see her. Miguel heard voices in the hallway, and he peeked out the door again. Instead of the girl, the Mexican teen saw a handsome blond teenager standing next to an older man. The two were talking in low whispers and Miguel couldn't make out their conversation. He thought the teenager was beautiful, tanned, his dirty blonde hair combed straight back from his forehead and reaching down to the collar of his tee-shirt. The teenager was wearing a white tee-shirt and tight jeans showed off his tight ass. Miguel detected a sizeable bulge in the teenager's crotch. Suddenly the blond teenager pulled off his tee-shirt and let the man explore his naked chest with his hands. Miguel boned up instantly. The man and the hot-looking teenager stepped into a booth and closed the door.

The Mexican teen forgot all about the blonde girl. He hurried to a booth adjoining the one the man and the teenager had entered. He found a small hole drilled in the wall and peered through it into the next booth. The teenager was now naked, his hard prick displayed proudly. Miguel watched as the teenager played with the man's hairy chest and nipples, then work his way down to the man's crotch. The blond teenager licked the man's hard shaft, then took the golf-ball sized cockhead into his mouth. Miguel beat his meat as he watched the young blond service the older man's prick.

Justin was savoring the taste and texture of the cock in his mouth. The naked teenage hustler loved sucking off a client. It gave him a feeling of power and control knowing he could coax the cum from a man's balls using just his mouth and throat. The man was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, and Justin knew that man wouldn't last much longer. The teenager heard a noise from the adjacent booth. He spied the small hole in the wall and realized he had an audience. It was fairly common to attract an anonymous observer when Justin worked a booth and it always gave him a special thrill knowing that a man was beating off as he watched the teenage hustler perform. He decided to give the voyeur a show.

The naked teenage hustler turned slightly so the voyeur would have an unobstructed as he sucked the man's meat-pole. Justin licked the man's cock-shaft and tongued his piss-slit. He slurped and sucked as he fondled the man's hairy scrotum. With his other hand, Justin rubbed the man's hairy chest and played with his erect nipples. The man was moaning in pleasure as the teenage hustler serviced his prick, oblivious to the presence of an observer in the adjacent booth. Justin twisted and turned as he sucked, giving the voyeur a clear view of his naked body. The man whispered a warning that he was going to cum. The teenager gripped the man's throbbing cock and rapidly bobbed his head until he felt the man stiffen, groan and fill his mouth with a load of hot, salty man-cum. The man stood and buttoned his shirt as the kneeling, naked teenager licked his deflating cock, capturing the last drops of sperm that dribbled from his piss-slit. The man finished re-arranging his clothes, smiled at the teenage cocksucker and silently left the booth.

The Mexican teen pressed his eye to the peep-hole and peered into the adjacent booth. He avidly watched as the naked blond teenager sucked the seated man's cock. The spectacle turned him on tremendously, and he fisted his dark brown fuck-meat as he watched. Miguel admired both the teenager's cocksucking skills and his lean, lithe body. The contrast between the teenager's lily-white ass and his tanned torso and limbs especially excited the Mexican teen, and Miguel longed to stick his prick between those pale white buns. He saw the man cum, and saw the teenager swallow the man's load. When the man was gone, Miguel hurried to the other booth, not bothering to put his hard cock back in his pants, determined to fuck the blond teenager.

Justin was stepping into his jeans, trying to tuck in his still-erect cock, when he noticed a shadow cross doorway of the booth. Looking up, the teenager saw a Hispanic youth, perhaps a few years older than himself, dressed in black jeans and a lightweight dark pullover shirt, standing in the door. Justin thought the Hispanic teen was quite good-looking, with a slim body, thick black hair, and black eyes that were burning with lust. The fly of his black jeans was open and the youth was stroking a sizeable cock as he stared at the teenage hustler. The taste of the man's sperm still fresh in his mouth, Justin decided to see where this would go, so he let his jeans drop again to the floor and turned to face the Hispanic youth, naked and willing.

"Do you see something you like?" Justin boldly asked, taking a step toward the Hispanic youth, his erect eight-inch white prick leading the way.

"Fuck yeah!" the Hispanic teen said. He was very worked-up after witnessing the teenager suck off the older man. Miguel quickly embraced the naked blond teenager, not even bothering to close the door, pulling Justin tight against him, caressing his back and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. The blond teenager returned the embrace and wrapped his arms around Miguel's waist. Justin was growing hornier by the second. He could feel the other teen's hard cock hot against his bare flesh. The Hispanic youth was squeezing his ass with one hand and caressing his back with the other. Justin worked his hands under the Hispanic teen's shirt and briefly thumbed the teen's nipples before he pulled the shirt up over the other teen's head.

Miguel briefly broke the kiss as the blond teenager stripped off his pullover shirt. The Hispanic teen quickly pulled off his jeans and kicked off his shoes. But for his socks, Miguel was now just as naked as the other teen. The two teens resumed their kiss, embracing each other, rubbing their hot, naked bodies together. Miguel gripped the teenager's ass and kneaded the bare white flesh as he pushed against Justin until the horny teenage hustler was sandwiched between the wall and the aggressive Hispanic teen. Miguel pressed Justin against the wall, the two teens humped their wet cocks against each other as they kissed.

Justin was incredibly turned on. He could still taste the man's cum in his mouth and the aggressive Hispanic teen who had him pinned against the wall was making him hornier by the minute. The teenager felt the Hispanic youth's fingers probing his ass crack, so he lifted his right leg and wrapped it around the other teen's ass, giving him easier access to his hole. Balancing himself on one foot, Justin broke the kiss and tilted his head back, eyes closed. Miguel began licking his neck, and then thrust his wet tongue into the teenager's ear.

"Oh, baby," the Hispanic teen whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful...I want to fuck you so bad..."

Justin felt the Hispanic teen fingering his hole, and the other teen's dirty talk stimulated him even more. He was desperate for a cock in his ass. Justin pushed Miguel away and began kissing his chest as he reached for the Hispanic teen's cock.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Miguel panted. "Suck my tits." He grabbed two handfuls of the teenager's blond hair and guided Justin's hot mouth to his dark, silver dollar-sized nipples. Justin worked over the Hispanic teen's big nipples, sucking and biting the hard nubs as he jacked the other teen's dripping meat-stick for a few minutes and Miguel moaned in pleasure.

"Goddamn, you're fucking good," Miguel panted. He pushed the eager teenager to his knees, his fingers still entwined in Justin's blond hair. He moved his hips from side to side, slapping the teenager's face with his engorged, leaking prick. "Let's see what you can do with my big cock, baby."

Justin opened his mouth and caught Miguel's dark brown prick between his lips while he skinned back the thick foreskin with his fingers. He sucked hard on the Hispanic teen's sensitive cock-knob, making him gasp with pleasure. Miguel held Justin's head by the hair and face-fucked him for a few minutes while the kneeling teenage cocksucker beat his meat.

"Time to fuck, baby." Miguel growled as he pulled Justin to his feet and spun him around so the teenager faced the wall. Justin braced himself against the wall with his hands, stuck his ass in the air and offered his hole to the Hispanic teen. Miguel stuck two fingers into Justin's mouth. "Get 'me wet. Suck 'em like a cock, bitch." Justin closed his eyes and sucked on the Mexican teen's fingers.

Miguel withdrew his fingers from Justin's mouth and worked his spit-soaked digits into the teenager's willing ass. Justin was panting with anticipation as Miguel twisted his fingers and stretched his tight teen asshole. The teenage hustler was hornier than he had been since leaving Minnesota and wanted a good, hard ass-fuck. He heard Miguel hawk up a wad of phlegm as the Mexican teen removed his fingers from ass and spread his cheeks. The Mexican teen spit and Justin felt the wad of snot hit his asshole. The teenage hustler felt the wet, spongy head of Miguel's big prick against his hot hole. Miguel gripped Justin's hips and thrust his cock up the teenager's willing hole. Justin emitted a stifled cry of pain and pleasure as the Mexican teen penetrated him.

"Fuck me!" Justin shouted as the Mexican teen shoved his cock into the blond teenager's anal cavity. "Fuck me hard!" Those were the first, and only, words Justin spoke to the Hispanic youth whose hard meat was invading his hole, but they were enough to inspire the hard fuck that the young teenage hustler desperately needed.

It was a short, brutal fuck and both teens enjoyed every minute. Braced against the wall, Justin felt Miguel's hands all over his naked body as the sweaty Mexican teen plundered his teen hole, pinching his nipples, spanking his ass, pulling his hair, squeezing his bloated balls. Miguel continued his obscene talk as he roughly fucked the teenager, calling him a hot cocksucker, a bitch, a whore. Justin was panting with lust as Miguel pounded his tight, teen asshole. With his left hand, the Mexican teen grabbed a handful of Justin's long blond hair while he grabbed the teenager's rock-hard prick with his right hand. After only a few strokes, Miguel felt the teenage hustler's cock throb and heard him cry out in pleasure. Several thick ribbons of hot teen spunk shot from Justin's pulsing prick and streaked the wall of the movie booth, but the teenager's cock remained stiff and throbbing. A few minutes later, Miguel dumped his load of boiling teen cream into Justin's clinging ass.

"Yeah, bitch," the Mexican teen shouted, spanking the teenager's ass. "I just knocked you up, baby."

When his balls were completely drained, Miguel withdrew his slimy prick from Justin's hole, and the teenager collapsed on the floor. He rolled over on his back, spread his legs wide and began shamelessly masturbating himself.

Standing over the prone teenager, Miguel squeezed his cock and wrung out the last of his sperm, the droplets landing on Justin's bare chest. He wanted to fuck the horny teenager again, but it was late and Justin had exhausted him. The Mexican teen dressed as he watched the naked teenager furiously jack his joint. Just as the Mexican teen zipped up his black jeans, Justin shot a second load of spunk all over his chest. As he left the booth, Miguel watched the teenager use both hands to spread the hot cum all over his chest and nipples.

After the man Justin serviced left the bookstore, Corey had locked the door. Only Justin, Miguel and the young man were left in the store, and Corey had a pretty good idea of what Miguel and Justin were doing in the movie arcade. A few minutes after he had locked the door, Corey had heard a lusty shout of "Fuck me!" emanate from deep in the arcade, he knew for certain. Twenty minutes later, the young man saw the Mexican teen exit the arcade, a cocky smirk on his face. Corey went to unlock the door as the Miguel approached.

"Sorry, faggot," Miguel said in mock disappointment. "No cock for you tonight."

"Oh?" Corey responded, arching his eyebrows.

"Yeah," the Mexican teen said as Corey unlocked the door. "I just fucked the shit out of some other faggot," Miguel said proudly, jerking his head toward the arcade, his arrogant machismo restored. "He's still back there jacking off and begging for more. Maybe you can help him out." Corey opened the door, but Miguel paused before exiting.

"You tell that Jap cocksucker to come back here sometime," Miguel said in his usual arrogant tone. "You tell him I'll fuck his Jap pussy and fuck his faggot boyfriend"

"I'll be sure to deliver the message, honey," Corey replied. The Mexican teen offered the young man a wolfish grin before he swaggered out the door and into the breaking dawn twilight.

Corey re-locked the door and went to the movie arcade. The young man looked into the dimly-lit booth and peered down at his naked, well-fucked teenage friend laying on the floor. Justin's eyes were closed, and he wore a smile of contentment on his slightly parted lips. The prone teenager was still playing with the thick cum on his chest.

"Well, honey," Corey said smiling. "You look happy." Justin opened his eyes and looked up at his friend. "You made Miguel very happy, too."

"Miguel?" Justin asked quizzically. "Was that his name?"

A week later, Justin celebrated his seventeenth birthday by signing the lease on a comfortable one-bedroom apartment in a new apartment complex. The complex had sixty units, most still empty, a pool, laundry and a recreation room. The four apartment buildings in the complex were arranged around the pool and the adjacent recreation building.

Justin's apartment was on the third floor of a three-story unit. From his front window, he had a view of the pool area and from the private balcony of his bedroom Justin had a view of a heavily-wooded city park across the street. The balcony was secluded from the adjacent apartments and often Justin spread a beach towel on the balcony floor and sun-bathed in the nude. Sometimes he masturbated under the hot summer sun.

The apartment was furnished with cheap but comfortable furniture. The young teenager loved the kitchen because he loved to cook. The kitchen was as large as his bedroom and had double sink, a four-burner gas stove, a radar range, and a wooden cutting board inset into the tiled counter. A breakfast counter separated the kitchen from the living room. Justin had bought some decorations and Corey had given the young teenager a boxy, used television set and a bag of new sex toys as housewarming presents.

The apartment complex was planned to be a "singles-only" affair that catered to young, unmarried tenants of both sexes. The manager was a muscular thirty-year old man named Mike. Mike was gay, but not openly. When Justin had applied for an apartment, Mike realized the young teenager was also gay, and not very shy about it. He also didn't believe the phony identification card Justin presented, which gave his age as twenty-one. Still, Mike rented Justin the apartment and on the day after the young teenager moved in, Mike visited his apartment. He easily seduced young Justin, and then offered him a part-time job cleaning the grounds and performing odd-jobs in exchange for a reduction in his rent. One of Justin's odd-jobs was servicing Mike's cock.

The teenager was very happy with his new apartment, and very happy to be on his own. In the week since he had moved in, Justin had established a routine. He rose at 6:00 a.m. when Mike unlocked the gate to the pool and swam for thirty minutes. The water was a bit cool, but the teenager liked it that way. Justin loved to swim. Sometimes as he swam, Justin fantasized that he had a boyfriend who would fuck him in the pool.

Afterward his morning swim, Justin made breakfast for himself. Around 8:00 a.m. he called the agency and told them when he would be available that day. He then went to apartment complex's office to see if Mike had any chores for him, then spent the rest of the morning doing whatever work Mike assigned to him. In the afternoon, Justin usually went to the library and read or studied for the GED test he planned to take. In the evenings, Justin sometimes watched television but more frequently went to see a movie.

Justin telephoned Corey at the bookstore almost every night, and sometimes the two talked for an hour or more. Corey told Justin that Miguel came by every night and asked about him, arrogantly bragging about how he had fucked the young teenager, and obviously horny for another shot at Justin's young ass. The young teenager's asshole still twitched from the raw fucking the Mexican teen had delivered, but Justin decided that Miguel was good for a hard-fuck one night stand and nothing else. The young teenage hustler wanted something more, and Corey agreed.

On this particular morning, Justin returned to his apartment from the pool. Instead of making breakfast, the teenager planned to go shopping at the supermarket a few blocks away. He showered, dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, made a pot of coffee, and walked to the supermarket. Justin loved to cook and he wanted to stock up his refrigerator and cabinets. He had gone shopping yesterday also, but since he didn't have a car he could only carry two shopping bags. The teenager planned to visit the supermarket every morning until his shopping list was filled. On his visit yesterday, Justin had arrived at the supermarket shortly before 8:00 a.m. As he shopped, Justin had seen a blond teenager about his own age dressed in a stock boy's apron. Justin thought the store employee was very handsome and he hoped he would see him again today.

It was a little after 7:00 a.m. when Justin pushed his shopping cart into the produce department and spied the handsome blond teenager again, arranging a lettuce display. Justin pretended to inspect apples from a few feet away as he watched the teenager work. The teenage stock boy was slender, a little taller than Justin, and had shaggy blond hair that came down just below his ears. The teenage hustler thought the blond stock boy was a living dream, and he felt his cock begin to harden. He put his hand in his pocket and played with himself as he watched the stock boy work, imagining him naked. Justin was admiring his ass and wondering about his cock when the teenager turned and saw Justin looking at him. He quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket. Justin felt his face become hot and he knew he was blushing, although his prick remained hard.

"Can I help you?" the teenaged store employee asked as he approached Justin.

"Uh...yeah," Justin stammered, trying to conceal his erection by stepping behind the shopping cart. "Can you tell me where to find the pancake mix?" He flashed the teenager his most winning smile.

"Sure," the store employee replied, returning Justin's smile. "Follow me." Justin noticed the name plate on the teen's apron. He followed Travis several aisles over and found the pancake mix.

"Here you are," Travis said. "Is there anything else you need?" Travis looked at the teenager standing in front of him. Travis thought he was very good looking, with a lean body, blue eyes and collar-length dirty-blond hair combed straight back from his forehead. But it was his smile that impressed Travis the most. The teenager had a wide mouth, full cheeks, sensual lips, straight, even white teeth, and when he smiled his entire face brightened.

"No," the teenager replied, flashing his bright smile again. "I'm fine for now." Travis turned to walk away. "Thank you, Travis," the teenager said. Travis stopped and looked at him again.

"How did you know my name?" Travis asked, surprised. The teenager grinned and pointed at the name plate affixed to his apron.

"Oh...yeah," Travis said in response, suddenly feeling very silly.

"I'm Justin," the teenager introduced himself, offering his hand. Travis detected a distinct Northern accent in the other teenager's speech and knew he wasn't native to Nashville. Minnesota, Travis guessed, maybe Wisconsin. When Travis was younger, he had gone with his Boy Scout troop to a two-week summer camp in Michigan's Upper Peninsula where the Tennessee boys had met other scouts from several Northern states.

"It's nice to meet you, Justin," Travis said, shaking the teenager's hand. Justin's hand felt hot in his own. Travis felt himself attracted to the teenager and he let the handshake linger.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Travis," Justin replied, still holding Travis' hand. Now Travis felt himself blush. He released Justin's hand, excused himself and returned to his work in the produce department.

Over the next thirty minutes Justin returned several times to ask Travis questions about various products. Travis helped Justin select a few pounds of lean ground meat, and a couple of fresh steaks from the meat cooler. Travis explained Southern fat-back smoked bacon to the younger teenager and Justin put a package into his shopping cart. Each time Justin returned to ask another question, he flashed his toothsome smile at Travis and stood a little bit closer to the teenage stock boy. Travis suddenly realized Justin was gay and flirting with him. Travis was extremely flattered and felt his cock stir. Later, he saw Justin paying for his groceries at the checkout counter.

Travis approached to see if he needed some help. Justin pushed his shopping cart to the checkout counter and unloaded his purchases. As the cashier bagged his groceries, Justin thought about Travis. He had done his best to send the stock boy every possible signal that he was interested in him and the stock boy seemed to respond. He planned to ask him when he got off work and if he wanted to go out for some coffee. He paid the cashier and suddenly realized he had bought far more groceries than he could carry home. Justin saw Travis approaching and suddenly worried that the stock boy would think he was an idiot.

"Need any help with that?" Travis asked, indicating the five bags of groceries in the shopping cart.

"Well, I..." Justin answered, trying to think of something other than admitting his mistake. Instead he gave up and admitted the truth. "Can I borrow your shopping cart?" he asked nervously. "I don't have a car, and I live just a few blocks away and I promise I'll bring it right back..."

"Look," Travis suggested. "I get off in about ten minutes. If you want I can give you a ride."

"OK," the teenager said, again flashing his smile. Maybe buying more groceries than he could carry wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"My car is parked in back," Travis told Justin. "It's a red Ford pick up. You can take this stuff out there and I'll meet you in a few minutes." Justin thanked the stock boy and pushed the cart out of the supermarket.

Twenty minutes later, the two teenagers were in the kitchen of Justin's apartment. Travis was sitting at the breakfast counter drinking a cup of coffee as Justin put away the groceries. The younger teenager clearly wasn't from Tennessee and Travis was curious about him. He learned the younger was seventeen years old and originally from Minnesota. But Justin was oddly evasive when answering personal questions. The younger teen finished putting away the groceries, poured himself a cup of coffee and joined Travis at the breakfast counter. Travis decided to change the subject.

"You're lucky you've got air conditioning," Travis told his new friend. "It's going to get hot as hell today."

"It's a nice place," Justin responded, sipping his coffee and looking around the apartment. "I really like it. It's new and there are only a few other people living here now. The manager said the place will start to fill up in September."

The two teens continued to chat as they sipped their coffee. Now Justin was asking questions about Travis, trying to learn as much about the handsome stock boy as possible. Justin was impressed by the older teenager's polite and easy-going manner. He had originally been taken with Travis' good looks, but now he was learning that there was some substance to the handsome teenager. Justin hoped to seduce the older teenager. Suddenly he had an idea.

"Travis, do you like to swim?" Justin asked. "This place has a great swimming pool."

"Sure," Travis replied. "Swimming was my sport in high school. But I'll have to go home to get my swimming trunks."

"I've got an extra pair," Justin said. "I think they'll fit you. It looks like we're about the same size." He saw Travis hesitate. "I'll get them for you." Without waiting for an answer Justin got up and went to his bedroom. He returned a minute later with a neatly folded pair of black and white swimming trunks and offered them to the older teenager.

"They might be a little tight, but not much," Justin said. The tighter the better, Justin thought to himself as Travis accepted the swimming trunks. Justin began to quickly remove his clothes in front of the older teenager. In a few seconds he was naked and reaching for his own swimming trunks.

Travis was shocked that the younger was so uninhibited as to strip bare-assed naked in front of him. He admired Justins lean, smooth and tanned body. When the younger teen shucked off his jeans, Travis saw that his pubic area was shaved completely hairless. He felt his cock begin to harden. Somehow the lack of pubic hair made Justins dormant white prick look bigger. Justin sensed Travis` discomfort.

"You can put them on in the bathroom, if you want," Justin suggested, stepping into his own red swimming trunks.

Travis went to the bathroom. He closed the door and changed into the swimming trunks. The trunks were a bit tight, but still comfortable. Meanwhile, Justin called the agency and told them he wouldn't be available today. The agency told him a client wanted to book him for a two-hour session the following evening, and Justin agreed.

When Travis stepped out of the bathroom, he found Justin waiting for him. The younger teenager was wearing a pair of red swimming trunks, held a cloth beach bag, and had a large patterned beach towel around his neck. He offered an identical towel to Travis.

"Wow," Travis said as he looked over the lean, tanned teenager, detecting a sizeable bulge in the crotch of Justin's swimming trunks. "You've got a great tan."

"Thanks," Justin replied. He looked at Travis' slender, pale body and decided he definitely liked what he saw. "What about you? You look like you don't get much sun."

"I can't," Travis replied. "I don't tan. I burn."

"I've got some lotion," Justin said as he held up the beach bag. "I put in a couple of sodas, too. I've only got some Coke and Seven-Up."

The two teens went to the pool and dove in. The pool was otherwise empty and the two teenagers splashed around, laughing and playing in the water. Travis went to the diving board and showed off some of his diving techniques. Justin admired the older teen's grace and speed in the water as Travis swam laps. He was very sexually attracted to the older teen, and Justin felt his cock grow to a full erection as he watched his nearly-naked new friend swim.

After about thirty minutes, Travis swam to the deep end of the pool, pulled himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool, his legs still dangling in the water. As he shook the water out of his hair, Justin swam over to join him. The younger teen stayed in the water to conceal his erection, but crossed his arms on the edge of the pool and leaned his head against his arms, looking up at Travis.

"You're really good," Justin said admiringly. "I wish I could dive like you."

"Thanks," Travis replied. "I'll coach you if you want."

"I'd like that if it isn't too much trouble," the younger teen said. Travis looked down at the younger teen and was again impressed with his boyish good looks. His tanned face emphasized his bright blue eyes, and the water glistened on his flawless skin. Justin flashed his smile at Travis, and the older teen felt his cock begin to harden.

"Travis," Justin asked innocently, still smiling, "do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," Travis replied. "Nothing steady."

"Really?" Justin said, expressing surprise. "I would have thought a good-looking guy like you would have lots of girls."

"Justin," Travis asked as he looked down at the younger teen leaning on the edge of the pool. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Maybe," Justin replied coyly. He pushed himself away from the wall of the pool and splashed water at the older teen with both hands, dousing Travis' face. Travis sputtered, wiped the chlorinated water from his eyes and launched himself into the pool. He quickly swam after the younger teen and dunked him. Under the hot sun, the two teens splashed and tried to dunk each other for a few minutes, laughing and enjoying the cool water. Justin swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool and beckoned to Travis.

"Come on, Travis," he called. "You better put on some lotion before you get a sunburn." Travis followed Justin to a shaded spot next to the recreation building where there were a dozen deck chairs. They spread out their beach blankets on a pair of deck chairs and sat down. The area was fairly secluded. The recreation building shielded them from view from three of the apartment buildings. Justin rummaged in his beach bag and extracted a bottle of sun lotion. He offered it to Travis.

"This stuff has some really strong sun-block," the younger teen said as Travis accepted the plastic bottle. "It should keep you from burning." Travis squirted some of the sun-block into his palm and applied the oily lotion to his chest as Justin pulled out a similar bottle and oiled himself.

"Roll over," Justin told Travis as he knelt on the left side of the pale teenager's deck chair. "I'll do your back." The older teenager complied. Justin adjusted the chair so it was fully reclined and Travis could lay flat on the beach towel. The younger teen Justin squirted a generous amount of lotion across Travis' shoulders and on the small of his back. He replaced the cap on the bottle and started to smear the lotion across Travis' back.

"That feels good," Travis murmured as he felt Justin working the lotion into his skin with his hands.

"Your muscles are really tight," the younger teenager said. He started to massage Travis' shoulders, kneading the taut muscles with his fingers. Travis closed his eyes and felt himself relaxing as Justin massaged his back. The younger teenager worked his way down Travis' back, gently squeezing the older teenager's supple flesh. He then went to massage Travis' legs, starting with his calves and working his way up.

Travis laid on the deck chair, his head resting on his arms. He was thoroughly relaxed as he enjoyed the sensations of Justin's oily hands on his bare flesh. He was almost asleep when Justin started to massage the insides of his thighs. Travis unconsciously spread his legs a bit to give Justin better access, and then he felt the younger teenager's fingers brush lightly against his testicles. Travis felt himself begin to harden.

"Roll over," Justin said. Travis turned onto his back, hands behind his head, and watched as Justin reached into his beach bag and extract a bottle of baby oil. He squirted a generous amount on Travis chest, put down the bottle and began to massage the older teenager's pectorals. As the younger teenager massaged his chest, Travis' eyes locked with Justin's. Justin's finger-tips were now tracing lazy circles around the older teenager's erect pink nipples. Travis gasped with pleasure when he saw Justin flash his smile and felt the younger teenager roll his erect nipples between his oily fingers.

Travis' big cock was now fully hard and Justin could see the massive organ laying sideways against the older teenager's hip, straining at the fabric of the swimming trunks. Justin slid his left hand down Travis' flat, oily abdomen and into the older teenager's swimming trunks, still rolling Travis' left nipple with his other hand. As Justin gently gripped the older teenager's nine-inch prick in his oily hand, he saw a brief flash of anxiety in Travis' eyes.

"Don't worry," Justin whispered. "That building is still empty. And everybody else is at work" He indicated the apartment building in front of the pool. The younger teen pulled down Travis' swimming trunks, exposing the older teenager's long, curving cock and his big balls. Still maintaining eye contact, Justin began slowly masturbating Travis with his right hand and cupped the other teenager's hefty balls with his other hand.

"Do you like that?" Justin asked softly as he slow-stroked the older teenager's throbbing fuck-meat, twisting his oily hand around the sensitive cock-knob. Travis was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as Justin masturbated him. Justin looked at the probe teenager and thought he was very handsome, the oil glistening on his bare, pale chest, and his wet, blond hair plastered to the sides of his face. He really liked Travis and wanted to please him.

"Oh, yeah," Travis panted, his blue eyes bright with lust. "It's great."

"Then you'll love this," Justin said. "Close your eyes." When Travis eyes were closed, Justin picked up the bottle of baby oil and took some into his mouth. He held the oil in his mouth until his lips touched the head of Travis' cock. He then parted his lips and resealed them around the older teen's prick, still keeping the oil in his mouth. Slowly, Justin slid his slick lips down Travis' cock shaft until the older teenager's meat was lodged in his throat and Justin's nose was touching Travis' abdomen. He heard Travis gasp with pleasure.

It was a trick Corey had taught him, and he knew it would quickly bring Travis off. Justin began slowly deep-throating the older teenager, repeatedly swallowing his meat from piss-slit to cock-root as he gently massaged Travis' big nuts. After only a few minutes, he felt Travis' body stiffen and his balls contract. The older teen groaned and shot his thick, hot spunk down Justin's throat. The younger teen didn't miss a drop. When Travis finally stopped shooting, Justin let his cock slide from his mouth. He looked at Travis, and flashed his smile. Justin pulled up the older teenager's swimming trunks and gently tucked Travis' softening cock inside the fabric.

"God damn," Travis panted, "That was great." He reached for Justin. The two teens embraced and kissed for a few seconds. Justin broke the kiss and stood up.

"Let's go back in the pool," the younger teen said. Travis could see Justin was fully erect, his eight-inch prick stretching the fabric of his red swimming trunks. Justin ran to the pool and dived into the water. Travis followed a few seconds later, and the horny two teens splashed each other again, chest deep in the cool water. They moved closer to each other as they splashed until the stood inches away from each other. Justin stopped splashing the older teen, then fondled Travis' cock under the water. He was pleased to discover the older teenager was erect again. With his other hand, Justin thumbed Travis' pointy pink nipple as he felt the older teen gently squeeze his own hard cock and play with his nipple. The two teenagers fondled each others cocks and nipples in the pool for a few minutes, becoming increasingly horny.

"Do you want to come up to my apartment and play?" Justin asked throatily as he toyed with Travis' nipple. The older teen had slipped his hand into Justin's swimming trunks, and the gentle stroking was making the younger teen tremble with lust.

"Hell, yes," Travis replied. "Let's go."

The two teenagers quickly gathered up their beach blankets and Justin's beach bag before they hurried to Justin's apartment. It seemed like the door wasn't even shut before Justin and Travis were out of their swimming trunks, naked and embracing, erect cocks grinding against each other, tongues thrusting into each others mouths. Travis broke the kiss, and kissed his way down Justin's smooth, tanned chest, eager to pay oral homage to the younger teenager's prick. He paused at Justin's quarter-sized nipples, sucking hard on the hardened nubs, going from one to the other, tasting the younger teenager's flesh and the chlorine of the pool, making the younger teenager gasp with pleasure. Leaving Justin's throbbing nipples, Travis licked his way down the younger teenager's taut abdomen until he knelt on the carpeted floor, Justin's drooling prick inches away from his pink, bee-stung lips.

Travis took Justin's cock in his hand and stroked it as he looked at the long clear streamer of cock-snot that oozed from the younger teenager's piss-slit. Travis licked the pre-cum from Justin's cock, skinned back the thick foreskin and exposed the younger teenager's big, red cockhead. He took Justin's cock in his hot mouth and began sucking, his blond head bobbing, massaging Justin's hairless ball bag with one hand and squeezing his firm, white buns with the other.

After a few minutes of sucking on Justin's cock, Travis released the hard prick and spun the younger teenager around. He kissed Justin's creamy white ass and gently spread the younger teenager's buns apart to gain access to Justin's asshole. Travis licked the younger teen's hairless ass-crack before he began rimming him, the older teenager's wet tongue tracing little circles around Justin's puckered asshole. Meanwhile, Travis had taken control of Justin's cock and balls with his hands. He masturbated the younger teenager and squeezed his nuts as he tongue fucked Justin's young asshole.

Justin closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot tongue probing his hole and the hands manipulating his pulsing prick. He liked the confident and aggressive manner in which Travis had taken control of his young body. The older teen spun him around again and recaptured his cock with his mouth. Travis ran one hand up Justin's chest and caressed his nipples, while he started working a finger of his other hand into the younger teenager's spit-slick asshole. Justin looked down at the older blond teenager sucking his cock and decided he wanted Travis to fuck him. He pulled the older teenager to his feet. Justin and Travis again locked themselves into a tight embrace before Justin took Travis by the hand and led him into the bedroom, their hard, dripping pricks pointing the way.

Travis watched as Justin went to the nightstand and extracted a tube of lubricant. The younger teenager opened the tube and then laid it on the large, queen-sized bed. Wordlessly, Justin climbed onto the bed, knelt with his creamy, unblemished ass in the air and his face on a pillow. He reached behind himself and spread his ass cheeks, submissively offering Travis his teen hole. Justin looked over his shoulder and flashed his dazzling smile at the older teenager as Travis lubricated his hard meat.

Travis got on the bed and knelt behind Justin. He put more lubricant on his fingers and worked them into Justin's willing ass, twisting and turning his digits as he stretched out the younger teenager's tight anal ring. Travis withdrew his fingers from Justin's ass and positioned his well-lubricated cockhead at the entrance to the younger teenager's hot fuck hole. He gave a gentle push and his prick penetrated Justin's puckered hole. Travis continued to push until he bottomed out deep in Justin's ass. Justin groaned and clutched his pillow.

"God, that feels good," the younger teenager said, looking over his shoulder at Travis, who was starting to gently pump his hard teen meat into Justin's slippery asshole. "Give it to me good, Travis."

The older teenager was extremely aroused and sexually attracted to the younger teenager who was now fully impaled on his big cock. Travis withdrew his big prick until only the head was still lodged in the younger teenager's hole, then drove himself back in in one powerful thrust, making Justin's ass cheeks quiver.

"Like that?" Travis asked as he began to jack-hammer his cock into Justin's ass.

"Yeah," Justin panted as he closed his eyes and clutched his pillow tighter. "Fuck me hard. Spank me. Cum in my ass."

For the next hour, Travis fucked the younger teenager in several different positions, tossing Justin around in his bed like a rag doll. The younger teenager loved the way Travis used his asshole and eagerly accepted the older teenager's punishing prick in any way Travis wanted.

Travis flipped Justin on his back, threw the younger teenager's legs over his shoulders and rolled Justin into a ball beneath him. Travis pounded the younger teenager relentlessly, his big meat-pole deep in Justin's guts as their eyes locked, gleaming with pure fuck-lust. The younger teenager caressed Travis' chest and tweaked his pointy pink nipples as Travis grabbed Justin's throbbing cock as the hard slab of teenage meat slapped against his tanned belly. The older teenager gave Justin's cock only a few strokes before the younger teenager sprayed his fresh sperm over his own chest and face. Travis bent down, still fucking Justin's ass, and licked the hot jizz from the younger teenager's face. A few moments later, Justin heard Travis shout out his own orgasm as he flooded Justin's slick hole with his ball-juice. Travis rolled on his back, his cock still hard. Justin knelt above him and stroked the older teenager's shaft.

"Let me ride you," Justin said. Without waiting for an answer, the younger teenager straddled Travis and squatted as he lowered his cock-loosened, spunk-filled asshole onto the older teenager's rampant fuck-meat. For the next fifteen minutes, Justin bounced on Travis' cock, alternately beating his meat and tweaking Travis' tits. The older teenager spanked his ass and twisted his nipples and Justin rode his cock. Despite the air-conditioning, both teenagers had worked up quite a sweat as they fucked, and their bodies were covered with a film of perspiration. Justin looked down at Travis and admired the handsome older teenager who was plundering his ass. He sensed that Travis was close to another orgasm. Justin stopped masturbating himself and leaned over the older teenager.

"Cum in my ass, Travis," Justin whispered, the passion in his low voice quite evident. "Fill me up."

As Justin rode his cock, Travis dumped a second load of teen spunk deep in the younger teenager's well-fucked ass. As the older teenager groaned out the last of his orgasm, Justin resumed masturbating. He was extremely turned on and close to cumming, but his legs were starting to cramp, so he knelt forward, straddling Travis' chest, his cock inches from the older teenager's cute, bee-stung lips. Travis cupped Justin's smooth ball-sack and gave the younger teenager's tender nuts a gentle squeeze.

"I'm gonna cum," Justin announced as he pounded his meat.

"Cum in my mouth," Travis said, opening his mouth to accept Justin's cock. As his lips closed around the younger teenager's sensitive cock-head, Justin ejaculated, filling Travis' mouth with hot teen nut-syrup. Travis swallowed it all as Justin collapsed onto his chest. The two teenagers, their lust finally spent, embraced and kissed for several minutes, enjoying the feel of their hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. Finally, Justin broke the kiss.

"Thank you, Travis," he said, his hand caressing the older teenager's chest. "Let's take a shower."

A few minutes later, the two teenagers were standing under the hot spray of water in Justin's shower. Justin gently washed Travis, admiring his lithe body. After toweling each other off, they returned to Justin's bedroom. Travis sat on the bed and reached for his clothes.

"Justin, you wore me out," Travis said, grinning at the younger teenager. "I've got to go home and get some sleep."

"Sleep?" Justin asked, surprised. "But it's only eleven o'clock!"

"I worked a graveyard shift last night," Travis responded. "I've been up all night." Justin didn't want Travis to leave. He liked the older teen and wanted to spend some time getting to know him and developing a friendship.

"You can sleep here," Justin offered. "I'll cook you something to eat when you wake up." He saw Travis hesitate. "Please..." Justin flashed his smile and Travis accepted. Travis realized he liked the younger teenager, and he too wanted to develop a friendship. Justin turned down the bed covers and Travis slid naked between the sheets. The younger teen closed the curtains and in a few minutes Travis was asleep.

Justin quickly dressed in blue jeans and a white tee-shirt. He drank another cup of coffee before he went to the apartment complex office to see if Mike had any work for him today, leaving a note on the kitchen table in case Travis awakened before he returned. He found a note of the door telling him to meet Mike at D-building, the still-vacant apartment building overlooking the pool. When Justin arrived, he discovered several furniture vans parked in front of the building. Workmen were carrying in furniture, and Mike was standing near the vans with a clipboard, inventorying the furniture. He saw Justin and waved him over.

"Hi, Justin," Mike greeted the teenager. "We're finally moving in the last of the furniture. I need you to pick up all the packing materials and take them to the dumpster. You can use the cart," the muscular manager said, indicating a small electric utility cart.

For the next four hours, Justin took the discarded packing materials to the dumpster. It was now very hot outside, over ninety degrees, and the work was hard despite the convenience of the cart. By the time Justin finished and the last of the moving vans had departed, the teenager was soaked with sweat. He went to the office where he found Mike seated at his desk doing paperwork.

"Do you need me for anything else?" Justin asked Mike.

"No, not today," Mike replied. He looked up at the teenager standing in front of his desk. Justin's nipples were clearly visible through his damp white tee-shirt and the muscular man felt his cock stir. As Justin turned to leave, Mike asked, "Who's your boyfriend?" Justin looked again at Mike, surprised.

"His name is Travis," Justin replied. "He's just a friend."

"Looked like more than a friend when you two were in the pool this morning," Mike grinned and Justin blushed. "I was in D-building this morning getting ready for the furniture delivery when I saw you."

Justin was embarrassed, more for Travis than himself. Worse, the teenager was now afraid that the manager was going to evict him, and Mike saw the anxiety on Justin's young face.

"Justin," Mike said gently, "I don't mind you having fun, but you've got to be discreet."

"Okay, Mike," Justin said. "I'll be discreet....Anything else?"

"No," the manager replied. "D-building will be empty for another week. If you and you friend want to fool around in the pool, do it late at night." He tossed Justin a key on a leather key-fob. "Here's the key to the gate. You can start opening the pool in the morning since you're always the first one there. I'll sleep in."

Justin muttered his thanks and returned to his apartment. He peeked into his bedroom door and saw Travis curled up and sound asleep under the covers, his face partially obscured by his shaggy blond hair. Justin closed the door, put on his swimming trunks and went back to the pool.

Two other tenants were sunning themselves on the deck chairs, both young women in their late twenties. They waved at the teenager and Justin returned the greeting before he dove into the pool. He swam a few laps and then selected a deck chair. Justin sunned himself for half an hour as he thought about Travis. He was very happy that he had met the older teenager, happier than he had been since leaving Minnesota. Justin was impressed with Travis' polite but confident manner.

As he thought about his new friend, Justin felt himself nodding off in the bright, hot sun, so he again returned to his apartment. Justin again peeked into the bedroom. Travis was still asleep, but now laying on his back, his head turned sideways on the pillow. The sleeping teenager had kicked off the covers, and he was now bare-chested. Justin silently entered the bedroom, intending to adjust the covers because the air-conditioned apartment seemed cold. Instead, the younger teenager decided to take a nap with Travis. He stripped off his wet swimming trunks and tossed them in the laundry basket before he crawled into the large bed next to the older teenager. As Justin adjusted the covers, he felt Travis drape his arm over his shoulder. For a moment, Justin was afraid he had awakened the older teenager, but then realized Travis was still sound asleep. Justin laid his head on the crook of Travis' shoulder, and was soon asleep, too.

Several hours later, Travis awoke with a start. Disoriented for a few moments, he didn't remember where he was until he felt Justin's head resting on his left shoulder. In the dim light, Travis looked down at the younger teenager. Justin's eyes were closed, his left arm was laying across Travis' chest, and he was gently snoring, his lips slightly parted. Travis had never slept with anybody before and he was pleasantly surprised by the soft warmth generated by their naked bodies. Travis caressed Justin's forehead, and the younger teen slowly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, Justin," Travis said softly, still caressing the younger teenager's forehead. Like Travis, Justin had never before slept in another boy's arms, despite his vast sexual experience. Still half-asleep, the younger teenager snuggled closer to the older teenager until his cheek was resting on Travis' bare chest, basking in the warmth of his new friend's embrace and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. As Justin opened his eyes he saw Travis' pink nipple just in front of his lips. He extended his tongue and licked the tempting morsel of teenage flesh before he rolled himself onto Travis' chest and kissed the older teenager. Justin could feel Travis' cock begin to harden and his own prick stiffened in response.

"My God," Justin said softly, breaking their kiss. "What a beautiful way to wake up." Travis looked into Justin's eyes and suddenly realized that the younger teenager's were a striking deep blue, a shade of blue Travis had never seen before but which he found quite pleasing. Travis pulled the covers up over Justin's shoulders and cupped the younger teenager's full cheeks in his hands.

"You're beautiful," Travis said, kissing the tip of Justin's nose. The younger teenager blushed and flashed his smile as his eyes locked again with Travis' eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Justin asked. He could feel Travis' fully-erect cock pressing against his abdomen but he also heard the older teenager's empty stomach growling.

"Does a hobby-horse have a hickory dick?" Travis asked in reply, exaggerating his natural Tennessee drawl. It took Justin a moment catch the joke, and then he threw back his head emitted a full-throated belly-laugh that filled the bedroom. Travis laughed, too. Justin briefly ducked under bed-covers and kissed Travis' hard cock before he re-emerged.

"You've got a hickory dick," Justin said, still laughing. "What do you want to eat?"

"You," Travis replied, giggling.

"Later," Justin responded, slipping out of the bed and pulling on his jeans. "First we eat. I'm hungry too," Standing up, the younger teenager tucked his cock into his jeans and buttoned his fly. "Do you want some pancakes?"

"No pancakes," Travis replied, wrinkling his nose. "How about a hamburger? That was some damn fine ground beef you bought."

"Hamburgers are one of my specialties," Justin said proudly, slipping on his faded jeans and a clean white tee-shirt. The younger teenager hesitated. "But I didn't buy any buns. Or lettuce. Or tomatoes." He looked at Travis. "Can you run down to the store and pick up a few things for me? A 'burger isn't a burger without lettuce, onions, and tomatoes." Travis agreed, and Justin went to the kitchen and wrote out a small shopping list.

"Here," Justin said, giving Travis the list as the older teenager emerged from the bedroom buttoning up his shirt. "Potato salad. A red onion. Swiss cheese. Real Swiss cheese. None of that processed shit. Go to the deli counter. And mushrooms. Fresh mushrooms."

"I know where to find the cheese, asshole," Travis replied. "I work there."

When Travis returned from the supermarket, he noticed it was almost seven-thirty. Justin was standing near the stove, cooking two large hamburger patties in a skillet. Several strips of fat-back bacon simmered d in a second skillet. Justin quickly washed and sliced the vegetables, and peeled off a few leaves of lettuce. He added Swiss cheese, bacon and mushrooms to each burger as Travis prepared the buns. As the two teenagers ate, Justin teased the older teenager about his Southern accent. Travis realized the younger teenager was flirting with him again, and he was secretly pleased. Although he had known Justin for less than a day, he liked the younger teenager and thought they probably had quite a bit in common. Travis finished his burger and spooned up the last of his potato salad.

"That was delicious," Travis said, wiping his lips with a paper napkin. "I've never had Swiss cheese on a burger. And the bacon and mushrooms..." The older teenager rubbed his belly in appreciation.

"It's my own recipe," Justin said proudly. "Do you want some more?"

"God, no," Travis replied, pushing away his plate. "I'm stuffed. Thanks, Justin."

"Why don't you watch some television while I clean up?" Justin suggested, picking up Travis' plate. Travis offered to help, but the younger teenager declined the offer.

Travis turned on the television, found a movie on the Nashville ABC affiliate, and sat on the sofa. It was a long British war movie about the Royal Navy in the North Atlantic during the Second World War, and it was quite interesting. Justin sat next to Travis on the sofa and the older teenager put his arm around his shoulder. The younger teenager rested his head against Travis' shoulder as they watched the movie. After the movie, they watched the eleven o'clock news.

"Do you have to work tonight?" Justin asked as Travis switched off the television.

"No, I'm off," Travis replied. "Do you want to go for a walk?" Travis was determined to learn more about Justin. Despite the late hour, it was still quite warm outside. They walked in silence for a few minutes, then turned into the park.

"So, I guess you're gay like me," Justin said, breaking the silence.

"Not really," Travis responded. "I guess I'm bisexual. I like boys and girls both." Travis quickly changed the subject.

"Justin," the older teenager asked. "What kind of work do you do? I mean, how can a seventeen year-old afford that apartment? I make a decent salary at the supermarket, but I could never afford an apartment like yours. I still live in my parents' basement."

It was the question Justin had feared Travis would ask, and the reasons he had evaded the other teenager's questions earlier. He was afraid he would lose his new friend if he told the truth, but then decided if that happened, Travis wouldn't be much of a friend worth having anyway. Justin looked down before answering.

"I'm a hustler," Justin replied solemnly. Travis was confused.

"A hustler?" the older teenager asked. "You mean you shoot pool for a living?" Justin almost laughed at the question. He sat on park bench and looked up at Travis. Their eyes locked. Justin took a deep breath before he answered.

"No, Travis," Justin said calmly. "I'm a male prostitute." He saw the older teenager's jaw drop and observed the shocked look on his face. "Sit down. I'll tell you all about myself...If you want to hear it, that is."

Travis sat. For the next half hour, Justin told Travis the story of his life, speaking in a low monotone. He told the older teenager about his family, his school, his first sexual experiences, and his eventual unmasking as a gay teenager in a very intolerant community. Travis listened silently as Justin described his life on the streets, the abusive pimp in Chicago, his new life in Nashville and his only friend Cory. He described his job with the modeling agency and the clients he serviced. The older teenager's shock wore off as Justin told his tale. As Justin spoke, Travis silently reached out and grasped his new friend's hand. It felt hot and trembling. Travis could tell that some parts Justin's narrative were quite painful for the younger teenager to relate. A few times, Justin hesitated, and Travis saw tears well up in his eyes before the younger teenager composed himself and continued. Travis put aside his shock and wondered what he would do if he found himself in the same circumstances. He squeezed the younger teenager's hand and felt a gentle squeeze in return.

"Okay," Justin said as he finished. He looked into Travis` blue eyes. "That's me. Do you still want to be my friend?"

Travis silently embraced the younger teenager and gave him a tender hug. Justin put his arms around Travis and the two teenagers embraced for a few minutes before the older teenager broke away.

"Justin," Travis said, resting his hands on the younger teenager's shoulders and looking into his eyes. "I'll always be your friend. You've really had it rough." Travis hesitated. "But you can't do this forever."

"Oh, I won't," Justin said. "I'll do this for maybe another year or two." The two teenagers arose from the park bench and continued their walk through the deserted park. "I'm saving my money. When I've got enough saved, I'm going to enroll in college."

As they walked, Travis listened as the younger teenager revealed his plans for the future. Justin seemed to have given his future considerable thought and his plans were quite detailed, although he confessed that he couldn't decide whether he wanted to history or mathematics. The older teenager was impressed with the seventeen year-old. Travis was almost three years older than Justin and he still didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. His attraction to Justin deepened. By now it was almost two o'clock in the morning and they were just a block away from the supermarket.

"Justin," Travis asked, "do you want to meet a friend of mine?"

"Sure," Justin replied.

The two teenagers found Jerome sitting at the table in the break room reading a newspaper and listening to the radio. Travis made the introductions, and the three teenagers sat and talked. As they chatted, Jerome noticed that Travis seemed more animated than he had ever seen his white friend. Suddenly, the black teenager realized that Travis had found a lover. Jerome carefully examined the younger teenager, worried that his friend might get his feelings hurt. Justin seemed nice enough, and was apparently just as attracted to Travis. Satisfied, Jerome relaxed.

Justin was surprised that Travis had a black friend. The younger teenager had assumed all Southerners were bigoted, and he was glad to see the easy friendship that existed between the black and white teenagers. Justin had never known any blacks until he ran away from home, and even then all his clients and sexual partners had been white, except for Miguel. The younger white teenager wondered if Travis and Jerome had sex. The thought of his new friend having sex with the diminutive black teenager excited Justin, and he felt his cock harden.

Travis and Jerome talked about Brenda and Jerome's new apartment. Brenda had taken a new job at the local veteran's hospital as a nurse's aide and now worked a graveyard shift like Jerome and Travis. She had also enrolled in classes at a community college, intending to study nursing. Brenda supplemented her income by occasionally assisting the dominatrix Lana with her clients. In return, Lana helped the young black teenager improve her domination skills. Jerome was happy with this arrangement, because it improved the young couple's sex life. Sometimes Travis participated with Jerome and Brenda in a hot, kinky threesome, but the boys had not returned to Lana's dungeon.

Travis and Jerome tried to include Justin in their conversation, but the younger teenager mostly listened. Eventually, their discussion turned to workplace gossip.

"Travis," Jerome said to his friend. "Sherri hired a new stock clerk."

"Who is he?" Travis asked.

"'Her,'" Jerome corrected his friend. "Her name is Tammy. She started tonight." From his tone of voice, Travis could plainly tell that Jerome wasn't too pleased with the new employee. Travis considered his shy, easy-going friend as he digested this information. Two hours on the job and she has already pissed Jerome off, the older white teenager thought to himself. It's pretty hard to piss off Jerome. She must be either a bitch or a racist. Maybe both. The telephone rang and the black teenager answered it. He spoke briefly and then turned to Travis and Justin.

"Sherri wants me to help Tammy with a product display," the black teenager explained. "It was nice to meet you, Justin," Jerome said, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you, too, Jerome," Justin replied, shaking the black teenager's hand. Jerome went to work and Travis and Justin walked back to the younger teenager's apartment. Although they talked of other things, both teenagers were thinking about sex.

When the two teenagers entered the apartment complex, Justin noticed all the apartments were dark, the tenants asleep. Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Travis," Justin said, flashing his toothsome smile and pointing towards the pool area. "Let's go skinny-dipping!"

"What?" Travis exclaimed. He looked at the pool, and suddenly he felt himself becoming horny at the idea. "The gate's locked." Justin pulled they key Mike had given him from his pocket and dangled it in front of the older teenager, grinning. The two teenagers entered the pool area and Justin locked the gate behind them. Justin went to the electrical box mounted on the wall of the recreation building and turned off the exterior lights. Now the pool area was illuminated only by underwater lights mounted in the sides of the pool.

The teenagers quickly stripped each other naked and embraced, their cocks already hard. As they kissed, Justin wrapped his arms around Travis' neck while the older teenager gripped his friend's ass and pulled him closer, humping his rigid meat against Justin's prick. Justin broke the embrace and kissed his way down the older teenager's bare chest until he knelt if front of Travis' long, curving cock. The younger teenager silently worshipped Travis' prick and scrotum with his hot mouth and talented tongue. He lapped at the older teenager's big balls and licked his quivering cock.

Travis stood and looked down at the teenager worshipping his cock. Justin's eyes were closed, and he wore an expression of contentment as he gently rubbed Travis' cock against his face. The only sounds the older teenager could hear were the water circulating through the pool's chlorination system and the distant sounds of traffic. Travis was extremely aroused to be standing naked in the open night air while Justin sucked on his cock. By now Justin had taken the older teenager's nine-inch prick into his mouth while he gripped Travis' buns and pulled him into his throat. Travis gently ran his fingers through Justin's dirty-blond hair as the younger teenager fucked him with his mouth. After about five minutes, Justin released Travis' cock and looked up at the older teenager. Their eyes locked.

"Travis," Justin said softly, his voice hoarse with lust. "I want you to fuck me in the pool."

The two naked teenagers slipped into the shallow end of the pool, careful to make as little noise as possible. The water was surprisingly warm, still retaining some of the heat of the day's sun. Travis and Justin swam to the deep end and kissed as they treaded water and took turns slipping under the surface to suck each others cocks, balls and assholes. Soon, they found themselves in shallower water again. Travis pressed Justin against the side of the pool as they kissed, their bare cocks rubbing together under the warm, hip-deep water. Justin spread out his arms and gripped the run-off trough on the side of the pool as he wrapped his legs around the older teenager's hips.

"Please, Travis," the younger teenager panted. "I want your cock up my ass."

Travis reached under the water with his left hand and found Justin's asshole with his middle finger. He worked his finger into the younger teenager's twitching hole, then placed the spongy head of his erect prick at the entrance to Justin's hot hole. Travis' cock slipped in easily, lubricated by the warm water of the pool. The older teenager gripped Justin's thighs and plunged his cock balls-deep into the younger teenager.

Justin gripped the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched, as he looked at Travis. Their eyes locked. He thought the older teenager looked incredibly sexy in the dim light. Justin could feel the older teenager's sizeable cock pumping in and out of his tight ass as Travis slowly fucked him. The sensation of floating while the warm water washed over his chest stimulated him even further. Sometimes, Travis paused and caressed Justin's chest, tweaking and pinching his quarter-sized nipples. The younger teenager's cock was fully erect and twitching.

"Travis," Justin panted. "Have you and Jerome ever...?"

"Yeah," Travis answered. "Lots of times. He's got a thing for white cock." Justin closed his eyes and imagined Jerome sucking on the older teenager's big white cock.

"Tell me more," the younger teenager begged, his voice almost a whisper. Travis could see that his revelation about Jerome had excited the younger teenager, so he told Justin about Jerome's cock and making the black teenager his bitch, his threesomes with the black teenager and Brenda, their visit to Lana's dungeon, of he and Jerome dominating and fucking Yoshi, all the while slowly pumping his fuck pole in and out of Justin' young ass. As Travis described each experience, using explicit and detailed language, images of raw sex streamed through the younger teenager's fevered mind. Justin's imagination ran wild as he imagined the older teenager in a threesome with himself and Jerome, Travis and the black teenager dominating him. Justin opened his eyes and looked at the handsome older teenager who was slowly sliding his prick in and out of his hole.

"Travis," Justin interrupted. "Jack me off. Please. I'm so fucking close. Finish me off." Travis looked into Justin's pleading eyes and saw pure lust. He jammed his cock up the younger teenager's hot asshole, Justin wrapped his legs tighter around the older teenager's waist, and Travis began to stroke Justin's throbbing teenage meat. After only a dozen quick strokes, the younger teenager came hard, twisting and turning his hips on the cock impaled in his ass. A geyser of hot spunk shot from his pulsing prick, some streaking across Travis' face, most decorating the older teenager's chest. Travis bent low, caught Justin's still-shooting cock in his mouth and sucked the sperm from the younger teenager's balls. As Travis sucked him dry, his cock slipped out of Justin's asshole, and the younger teenager suddenly felt empty. He laid his head back in the run-off trough and closed his eyes, his arms still outstretched and hands gripping the side of the pool.

For a moment, Justin thought he might pass out. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. The sensations of the water washing over him, a big cock in his ass and the older teenager stroking his meat, coupled with the sheer thrill of being fucked in the pool and Travis relating his hot sex stories had overwhelmed the young teenager. Although he was still recovering from his intense orgasm, he felt hornier than ever. Justin opened his eyes and looked at the handsome blond teenager who was still sucking on his tingling cockmeat and knew he wanted more.

Travis released Justin's cock and the two teenagers briefly embraced and kissed in the shallow, hip-deep water, feeling each other up and grinding their hard cocks together before they swam out to deeper water. Justin dipped beneath the surface of the pool and sucked on Travis' cock as the older teen treaded water. When the younger teen could no longer hold his breath, he resurfaced and faced Travis, treading water and breathing hard.

"Travis," Justin panted, looking into the older teenager's eyes. "Did you really do all those things you told me about?" He saw that the older teenager was just as horned up as he was. The two teenagers were still treading water. Travis reached under the surface and gripped the younger teenager's pulsing prick.

"Yes," the older teenager replied. "All that and more." Talking about his sexual experiences had aroused Travis tremendously. "What about you? Do you like girls or only boys?"

"The only girls I've ever been with were clients or other escorts." the younger teenager confessed. Travis was surprised.

"You mean women hire you, too?" he asked, as the younger teenager stroked his big cock and played with his nipples.

"No, not women," the boy replied. "Sometimes couples who want a young guy hire me. Sometimes a client wants a boy and a girl so the agency sends me out with one of the female escorts..." Justin hesitated for a moment. "You mentioned Lana. I know her, too."

"You do?" Travis asked, surprised again. "How?"

"She hired me from the agency for a threesome with an older guy who wanted to dominate a young guy like me," Justin explained. "We met at her dungeon. She dressed me up like a slave. They tied me up and whipped me. Then he fucked me as I ate her pussy." Travis' cock was throbbing and he was becoming more aroused with each new revelation.

"Did you like it?" Travis asked.

"I came three times," Justin said with a suggestive smile. The younger teenager's next words brought out Travis' dominant side.

"I'll be your slave, too" Justin said evenly. "Tie me up and fuck me. I'll do anything you want," Justin said, his cock throbbing in Travis' hand.

"Are you sure?" Travis asked, still stroking the younger teenager's erection.

"Let's go back up to the apartment," Justin whispered, his chest heaving as he sucked in the fresh night air. The two teenagers quickly exited the pool. Travis pulled on just his jeans.

"Leave those off, slave," the older teenager snapped, as he saw Justin stepping into his jeans. "I want you naked." Travis picked up the younger teenager's jeans, pulled out his belt and looped around Justin's wrists. He extracted the gate and apartment keys from Justin's pocket and slipped them into his own. Travis then scooped up the rest of their clothing and put them into the younger teenager's hands.

After locking the gate, Travis took hold of the belt binding Justin's wrists and ran to the younger teenager's apartment. The naked, bound and hairless Justin clutched their clothing to his bare chest and hurried behind the older teenager with his erect teen meat swinging in the breeze.

Travis closed the apartment door, quickly shucked off his jeans and turned to face Justin. He slapped the clothing out of the younger teenager's arms and tightened the belt that bound Justin's wrists. Justin could see that the older teenager was fully aroused, his big cock jutting up at a 45-degree angle from his pale body.

"You still want to be my slave?" Travis growled, seizing a handful of the younger teenager's blond hair and guiding Justin's lips to his left nipple.

"Suck," the older teenager demanded. "Bite 'em." For several minutes, Travis guided the younger teenager's lips from one pointy pink nipple to the other before he forced Justin to his knees. Still clutching a handful of the younger teenager's wet hair, Travis masterfully cock-whipped Justin's face, smacking his cheeks, chin and forehead with his angry prick. Justin submissively opened his mouth and offered his tongue for the older teenager's cock-slaps before Travis rudely shoved his cock into Justin's mouth. He grabbed a second handful of the younger teenager's hair and proceeded to mouth-fuck him.

Justin was terribly excited as Travis fucked his face. He had often fantasized about being dominated by another teenager, and although his older leather-stud client gave him satisfaction it was still business. Miguel had fucked him good at the bookstore but he had still felt somewhat disappointed because it had been just a simple fuck. With Travis, he felt a relationship, a bond that he had never felt before. Justin loved the way the older teenager had taken control of him, and he was now ready to submit completely.

Travis looked down at the kneeling teenager swinging on his big cock and thought about when he had first seen him in the supermarket. He would have never guessed that the innocent-looking, fresh-faced teenager was such a cock-hungry slut. He withdrew his prick from Justin's sucking mouth and cock-slapped him a few more times before he pulled the younger teenager to his feet by his hair.

"What are you?" Travis demanded, stepping closer to the younger teenager and pulling his hair so that his head tilted back.

"I'm your cocksucking slave, Master," Justin answered, feeling more submissive and excited by the minute. Travis decided to fuck the younger teenager. He removed the belt from the younger teenager's wrists and started to bend Justin over the bed, but then he looked out the balcony door. It was still dark, but Travis could see the sky beginning to lighten in the distance. Pulling on Justin's hair, he led the younger teenager toward the balcony door and opened it.

"Wait!" Justin exclaimed, and Travis released his hair. At first, the older teenager thought Justin had developed a case of cold feet, but the younger teenager hurried to the dresser and pulled out a box which he placed on the bed and opened. Travis saw a small collection of sex toys in the box. Justin extracted a pair of black-plastic clothespin-style nipple clamps and presented them to the older teenager.

"Put these on my tits," Justin said, thrusting out his chest and placing his hands behind his head. "I like a little pain sometimes."

He winced slightly as Travis pinched his quarter-sized nipples and affixed the clothespins, flicking them to make sure they were firmly attached. Justin had used the clamps with his clients and wore them often when he masturbated, but it excited him even more to have the sexy older teenager apply the clamps to his erect nipples. His erect, leaking cock twitched as Travis flicked the clamps with his fingers. When the tit-clamps were in place, Travis picked up the box, grabbed Justin's hair again and propelled the younger teenager out the balcony door.

The balcony was quite secluded, with masonry walls that prevented observation form the adjacent apartments. There were two small outdoor chairs that flanked a deck table, where Travis deposited the box of sex toys. The two naked teenagers faced each other and silently masturbated for a few minutes as they admired each other. Travis looked in the box. He saw it contained a life-like seven-inch, flesh colored dildo, a slightly large black dildo, a paddle, a black leather slave collar with matching wrist and ankle restraints, a bottle of lubricant and several thin black strips of leather thongs, each about eighteen inches long. There was also a leather whip similar to Lana's cat-of-nine-tails, and black leather cock and ball harness. Travis picked up the wrist and ankle restraints, and the cock strap.

"Put these on, bitch," Travis told the younger teenager, handing him the wrist and ankle restraints. Travis put the cock and ball strap on himself and stood before the young blond teenage slave with his hands on his hips. The black leather cock and ball harness contrasted against his pale skin and trimmed blond pubic hair, and made Travis' big ball bag and erect nine-inch prick jut out even more obscenely. Justin masturbated his own cock as he drank in the sight of his dominant young master.

"God, you look so fucking good," the younger teen whispered as his eyes locked with Travis' blue eyes.

"Get your hands off your dick," Travis growled. "Put them behind your head. Spread your legs. And call me 'Master' you fucking slut."

"Yes, Master," Justin replied as he assumed the requested position. He spun the young hustler around so he faced the park. Travis buckled the black leather slave collar around Justin's neck and turned him around again so the two teens faced each other, both cocks fully aroused and leaking.

Travis stepped closer to him. He squeezed the young slave's shaved balls as he flicked Justin's nipple clamps. Eyes closed, hands still behind his head, Justin emitted a sharp intake of breath and arched his groin forward, grinding his testicles into Travis' tight grip. Travis now knew the boy truly wanted to be dominated. He pulled on Justin's tight nipple clamp and squeezed the boy's nuts even harder. As he pulled on the young slave's hairless, cum-filled scrotum, Travis reached into the toy-box and extracted a leather thong. Squatting, the older teenager pulled on the boy's nuts and quickly tied the thong tightly around Justin's ball bag with a slip-knot. Justin moaned and arched his back, thrusting his clamped nipples forward. Travis stood and resumed squeezing Justin's balls and flicking the nipple clamps.

"Aah, yes, Master," the boy moaned as he humped his balls into Travis' squeezing palm. "Twist my tits." After a few more minutes of ball and nipple torture Travis put his hands on his slave's shoulders and pushed him down. Justin dropped to his knees and submissively offered his open mouth to his teenage master.

"Lick my nuts, slave," Travis demanded. Hands still clasped behind his head, the kneeling, naked and thoroughly aroused boy-slave complied. As the older teen gripped his nine-inch cock and prick-slapped his flushed face, Justin tongue-lashed his balls, tasting the both salty flavor of teen sex-sweat and the remaining residue of chlorinated pool water. Travis stuffed his rigid teen meat into the younger boy's mouth. Justin opened his talented throat and accepted his young master's thrusting cock. With his right hand, Travis grabbed the young blond slave's head. His fingers interlocked with Justin's fingers, still woven behind his head.

Justin's entire oral cavity was now his master's private fuck-machine. Travis didn't even bother to fuck the boy's mouth; he just pulled Justin's willing head back and forth, enjoying the pleasure of his submissive slave's oral talents. With one hand he caressed his own pointy pink nipples and with the other flicked the boy's tit clamps. Justin groaned with pleasure and pain.

"Suck my cock, you nasty cocksucking slut," Travis hissed. At that moment, with his master's thick stalk of pulsing flesh fucking his eager gullet, feeling Travis' loose and swinging ball bag slapping his chin, Justin realized for the first time that he was truly a slut, a nasty cocksucking slut.. He loved being dominated, naked, on his knees, his teenage cock fully erect and leaking, his boiling balls tightly tied and his sensitive nipples clamped. Drool dripped from his lips as he eagerly suctioned the thick tube of hard meat pistoning in and out of his mouth. Justin wanted more.

Travis grabbed a handful of Justin's blond hair and pulled the submissive young cocksucker to his feet. He embraced and deeply kissed the boy, who kept his hands obediently behind his head. Justin felt his nipple clamps chafe his tits as Travis rubbed his bare chest against him. Both teenagers, master and slave, humped their hips, their hard pricks grinding together.

Travis broke the kiss and roughly pushed his young slave forward.

"Bend over and grab the railing, you slut," Travis demanded. Justin complied, almost losing his balance, as his master took two more leather thongs and tied his naked slave's wrist cuffs to the railing. He stepped behind the boy and caressed his smooth ass and cum-swollen balls. He kicked the boy's ankles.

"Spread `em wider, bitch," Travis growled. He pulled the young slave's aching cock back between legs and roughly palmed the sensitive head of the boy's leaking prick. Justin gasped in pleasure at the painful sensations shooting from his tortured cock-glans directly into his sex-fevered brain.

"Oh, yes, master," the boy panted in submissive lust. "Polish my apple. Don`t be gentle. I can take it!"

Travis squatted and milked some of Justin's slimy per-cum into his palm. He gave the boy's cockhead a brief but hard suck before he stood and offered his wet palm to the young slave's mouth.

"Lick up your scum, slave," Travis demanded. The boy eagerly lapped up the copious pre-com on his master's palm. Travis stepped back and removed the nipple clamps from the younger teenager's tits. Justin hissed in a deep breath as his blood flowed back into his tortured nubs.

"I'm going to fuck you now, whore," Travis announced. Justin looked over his shoulders and saw his teenage master slowly masturbating his red, bloated prick. He locked eyes with Travis.

"Whip me before you fuck me, Master," the boy begged. "Please...whip me...please."

"Have you been a bad boy, slut?" Travis demanded as he plucked the short black leather cat-of-nine-tails out of Justin's box of toys. The older teen flexed the whip and made a slash through the air. "Tell me."

"Yes, Master," Justin, looking over his shoulder and locking his eyes with Travis. "I've been a real bad boy. I've been sucking cock all over town. I love sucking cock. Punish me, master." The slave was panting in anticipation of being whipped.

Travis applied the lash. Lana had trained him well. He flogged the boy's tanned back and his smooth, lilly-white ass. He maneuvered the whip so the lashes curled around Justin's chest and snapped against his pulsing nipples. He paused between strokes, flexing the whip before he next lash. Travis whipped his slave hard, but was careful not to leave any lasting marks. He looked down at the submissive slave boy bent over before him, his outstretched wrists tied to the railing, his long blond hair dangling around his boyish face. Travis listened as the young hustler begged for more abuse. Occasionally, he caressed Justin's bound balls, massaged his rigid prick and gently finger-teased the slave's twitching young asshole. Travis tugged hard on the leather thong tied around Justin's bloated ball bag, stretching the younger teenager's testicles and causing him to moan in pleasure and pain.

Justin was in ecstasy. His cock and nipples throbbed as he felt the fall of the lash on his naked flesh. He looked over his shoulder and watched the older teenager as he erotically abused Justin's willing body. The teenage slave watched with growing desire as Travis' fully erect nine-inch prick swayed from side to side as the older teenager flogged him. He closed his eyes and panted with lust when he felt Travis all apply the lash between his spread legs, the tails of the leather cat curling around his tightly bound balls and his sensitive, rock-hard cock. Suddenly, he felt a cool liquid squirted into his open ass crack and then felt Travis' finger worming into his hot fuck hole. Excess cool, slick lubricant dripped from his hot ball sack as the older teenager's fingers gently probed and opened his ass. Justin knew what was coming and he welcomed the impending invasion of his tight little boy pussy.

"Yes, master," Justin softly hissed. "I'm ready. Fuck me. Fuck your slave. I need it so bad..." The young submissive slave continued to beg for Travis' cock.

Travis listened to Justin's pleas as he lubricated his big prick. It had aroused him tremendously to flog the young hustler, and the younger teenager`s lewd pleas only aroused him further. He slapped Justin's pale ass and then adjusted the well-whipped boy's position, maneuvering his pliant body for the perfect power-fuck.

"What do you want, slut?" Travis demanded, beating his cock masterfully against Justin's milky-white ass.

"Your big cock in my asshole," the submissive boy begged.

Travis grabbed the younger teenager's hips and aimed the angry, red head of his fully-primed ass missile at Justin's eager pink rosebud. He eased his lubricated, nine-inch prick into the boy's silky ass and heard his young slave squeal with delight. Travis started slowly, but gradually increased his fuck-tempo until he was rabbit fucking the submissive boy whore. He felt his low-hanging balls slapping against Justin's bound nuts. Travis leaned over Justin's sweaty back reached under the boy's chest and gave his nipples a hard twist.

Justin's hard, eight-inch cock bounced and slapped his firm abdomen in perfect rhythm with his master's pounding thrusts. The boy-whore closed his eyes and imagined himself. Here he was, a submissive, blond seventeen year-old boy whore wearing only a slave collar and restraints, his throbbing balls tightly bound with a leather thong bent over on his own balcony with arms outstretched and his wrists tied to the railing and having his hot hole pummeled by the dominant, naked teenager who was spanking his bare ass. He looked down and saw the headlights of a few cars passing on the street three floors below. Under the streetlights he could see a jogger and a man walking his dog. It thrilled him to have a potential audience.

The young hustler suddenly had a flashing thought of Travis stripping and fucking him in public, with a real audience who could witness his total submission and degradation. He fanaticized himself kneeling naked in Corey's bookstore, sucking on Travis' big prick while a group of men watched and masturbated. He had other nasty thoughts of performing in front of Jerome, Miguel, the leather stud, Corey and countless others as they watched and masturbated. He imagined himself as the center of a circle suck as Travis watched his debauched behavior and simultaneously plundered his tight little ass. Justin welcomed the idea of public humiliation at the pleasure of his teenage master. His depraved fantasies, coupled with the big teen cock fucking his ass brought him to the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck me, Master," the teenage slave gasped. "Harder! Make me cum. Please! I'll do anything for you. I'm your slut. I'll suck you off in public. I'll lick your asshole. Whore me out. I'll suck off your friends. I'll suck Jerome's big black cock. You can watch! I'll swallow his jizz. You can tie me up and beat my balls. You can piss all over me..." Justin was panting out his obscene promises. His head was now hanging over the balcony railing as Travis' merciless, pounding cock drove him farther forward. "Please, Master make me cum!"

Travis reached under the pleading slave, swiftly pulled off the slip-knotted thong binding his aching nuts and expertly milked his twitching prick. It only took a few strokes. The boy's orgasm was spectacular. Released from the tight ball-bondage, multiple thick streams of hot, milky teenage sperm spewed like a cum-geyser from Justin's gaping piss-slit, arcing through the railing into the morning twilight before drifting in graceful loops onto the green grass three floors below. Justin came so hard his young nuts ached. Spent and exhausted, the teenage slave slowly fell to the balcony deck.

Travis' uncorked his big cock from Justin's juicy, dilated and well-fucked asshole. He untied the young slave's wrists from the wrought-iron raining and the younger teen collapsed on the balcony floor, sprawling onto his back with his arms outstretched. He looked up at his teenage master, Travis' shaggy blond hair wet with perspiration, pointy pink nipples erect and rapidly fisting his big, oily prick. Their eyes locked.

"Cum for me, master," Justin begged. "Spunk on my face." He submissively opened his mouth and extended his tongue, eager to taste his master's spunk.

Travis straddled the spread-eagled teenager and looked down at him as he pounded his big teen prick. He had whipped, sucked, and fucked young Justin into complete, utter, and abject submission. The younger teen had aroused him to the brink with his raunchy fantasies of public humiliation. He imagined himself pissing on the boy while Justin sucked on some other guy's meat. It was too much for Travis. He clutched his balls, jacked his joint and aimed his cock-head at Justin's face.

"You want my cum, slave?" Travis demanded. Justin silently sat up and placed his open mouth less than an inch from the head of Travis' angry red prick, his pink tongue still fully extended. With his right hand, Justin reached upwards and roughly tweaked his master's left nipple.

Travis exploded. The first jet of hot, steaming ball juice shot directly into Justin's mouth. The teen hustler savored the taste of his master's spunk, as the rest of Travis' sperm painted his face and chest. Completely spent from his intense orgasm, Travis collapsed onto one of the balcony chairs, panting, head thrown back, and legs splayed open.

Justin leaped forward and greedily devoured Travis' wilting cock, determined to extract the last drop of delicious fuck-sauce from his master's balls. Both boys were exhausted. The sun broke over the eastern horizon, fully illuminating the two naked teenagers on the third-floor balcony.

Justin awoke first, and rubbed his eyes. Both exhausted teenagers had slept away the day in Justin's wide bed after their long night of debauched sex. With the shades closed, it was dark in the bedroom although the digital clock on Justin's desk indicated it was a little after three o'clock in the afternoon. The two teenagers had slept together for almost nine hours.

Justin silently slipped out of bed and looked at his sleeping lover. The air conditioner hummed and the room felt a bit chilly. He gently pulled up the crisp cotton bed-sheet over Travis' shoulder and silently padded out of the bedroom.

The naked teenager turned on the shower and adjusted the water. He picked up a bar of soap and stepped under the spray. As he washed himself and shampooed his long blond hair, Justin thought about the past few days. He felt himself very attracted to Travis, not just sexually, but as a friend. He hoped his new friend would not reject him. He had been rejected so many times before. The jocks he had sucked in high school, his father and sisters, even his own mother. He remembered the night he had arrived in Nashville, when he had been beaten and robbed, and he remembered the night the drunken man had pissed on his naked, abused body in the cold Chicago snow.

Justin turned off the shower and toweled himself dry. He brushed his teeth and gargled. Justin was still thinking about Travis. As he brushed his long blond hair, Justin realized that he didn't know what love truly was, but he was determined not to lose the friendship of the older teenager sleeping in his bed. Naked, he cracked open the bedroom door and peeked in. Travis was still fast asleep.

Justin went to the kitchen and prepared a pot of strong breakfast tea. He next peeled and chopped a pair of potatoes and put them in a skillet with some chopped onions. In another skillet he put in several strips of fatback bacon. As the bacon began to crackle, Justin whipped a few eggs and prepared two Swiss cheese omelets.

In the bedroom, Travis awoke to the smell of bacon cooking. As he arose from the bed, Justin stepped into the bedroom. Travis sat on the edge of the bed, stretching and yawning.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Justin gently announced. He opened the window shades and looked at the older, shaggy-haired teenager. "He looks so sexy," Justin thought to himself.

"God, I stink," Travis said, wrinkling his nose. He looked at Justin. "You wore me out last night."

"You wore me out too," Justin replied. "And yes, you stink. Go take a shower and wash your smelly ass. I put some towels and a robe in the bathroom for you." Justin opened the bedroom window. "I`ve got to air this room out. It reeks of ass, farts, and your stinky feet in here." Both teenagers laughed.

After his shower, Travis put on the fluffy white robe and walked into the kitchen. Justin had put on his blue cotton pajamas and was pouring out two mugs of steaming tea. He offered Travis a mug motioned for Travis to sit at the kitchen table.

"Breakfast is served," the younger teenager announced proudly.

The two teenagers ate and made small talk. Travis was quite taken with the teen hustler sitting across the table from him. Although Justin sometimes seemed a bit unsure of and vulnerable, the young teen appeared to have high ambitions and a determination to achieve. As they ate and talked, both teenagers frequently locked eyes. Travis loved the younger teenager's easy, toothsome smile.

Travis glanced at the small pile of library books stacked on the kitchen counter, their pages neatly marked with small pieces of colored paper. He noted a geometry book, recognized something by Dickens he had read in high school, a history of modern Turkey and a travelogue of the same country. He admired Justin's personal drive and sense of direction. Travis was impressed with the younger teen and hoped their friendship would develop further.

"I can't eat any more," Travis announced, pushing away his plate.

"Do you have to work tonight?" Justin asked, nibbling on the last piece of fatback bacon.

"Yeah," Travis replied, standing and picking up the plates and flatware. "My shift starts at midnight, but Jerome said we've got a new stock-girl so I should go in early." He scraped off the plates and filled the sink with hot water. Justin rose from the table and extracted a dishtowel from a kitchen drawer.

"You wash," Justin said. "I'll dry." The two teenagers quickly finished washing the dishes and skillets. They dried their hands, turned on the television, and sat on the couch. Travis put his arm around Justin's shoulder and pulled the younger teen close. Justin nestled his head against Travis' chest.

"I've got to work tonight, too," Justin whispered. "The agency has me booked for an appointment at nine o'clock." He paused has he felt Travis' strong young chest rise and fall. "You can stay here if you want. I've got an extra key."

Travis had temporarily forgotten that Justin was a male prostitute. It bothered Travis because it seemed that Justin was so vulnerable, and the older teen felt an instinctive need to be protective. Travis thought for a few seconds and then pulled the younger teen closer.

"Justin," he said in his soft Tennessee drawl. "I don't want to tell you how to live your life. But I'm going to worry about you."

"Don't worry," Justin replied, snuggling closer to Travis. "I know this client. He's harmless. All he wants is a strip-tease and a blowjob." The younger teen paused. "I hope that doesn't make you jealous. The client means nothing. It's just business."

"You know I'm going to worry about you, anyway" Travis said as he stroked Justin's long blond hair. Justin was touched with the older teenager's genuine concern. He gently pulled open Travis' robe so he could rest his head against his teenage master's bare chest.

"Travis," Justin spoke softly. "Lana called me a few days ago. She wants to book me for another session. She asked if I could bring a friend. Are you interested?"

Under the robe, Travis felt his cock stir. He was interested.