While this serialized story is set in the glamorous world of the entertainment industry and the names of certain fictitious celebrities might seem familiar, any similarity between them and a living (or dead) person is purely coincidental. You must be of legal age to read this sexually explicit material. Copyright is retained by the author.
copyright (c) 2001 JRoyale
LAST TIME IN THE VALLEY OF THE GAY DOLLS: Gypsy studmuffin Dani escaped from his nomadic tribe by bribing a state senator after observing the important dignitary performing oral sex on his father, the midway's strong man. Senator Wells provided the underage gypsy boy with a new identity and enrolled him in an elite Swiss finishing school. Dani, now known as Dan Wells, received passing grades flat on his back over the old headmaster's desk. Things heated up for the sixteen-year-old when his affair with a handsome ski instructor was discovered by the hunk's married girlfriend, who shot and killed the philandering lothario in a rage of jealous passion. Returning to the States, Dan attended an orgy at the compound of Senator Ted Kennerling. During the evening of debauchery, Senator Wells suffered a fatal heart attack. To thwart any threat of scandal for the Supreme Court Judge and his other politically important guests, Kennerling masterminded a "cover-up". Dan was secreted away at the old manor house of the incestuous Judge, whose young son Chipper became Dani's playmate. Chipper soon grew jealous of darkly handsome Dan, who was fucking all the hired help, prompting the Judge to force Kennerling to find other accomodations for the lusty lad. Aware of the boy's budding interest in the movie business, Kennerling arranged for an interview with a Broadway producer and booked him on a flight to New York City. Packing up the nearly ten thousand dollar nestegg he'd managed to spirit away from Wells over their years together, Dani excitedly looked forward to his future.
AND NOW......
"SUCK!! FUCK!! SUCK!! FUCK!! The assembly of homeless whinos chanted in the filthy alleyway, illuminated only by the fire blazing from a nearby battered garbage can. There was an early autumn chill to the air in this mostly desolate area of Manhattan, but the young man spread-eagled on his back amidst rags and garbage barely felt it. One by one the putrid, foul-smelling bums stepped up to him, unloading their swollen dicks from pissy-scented ragged pants and offering themselves to the cock slut. The nude man greedily gobbled each smegma-caked prick right down to the unwashed mass of itchy, infested pubic hair and sloppily sucked away on it like it was the dick of that sexy Latin pop singer with the jumping-bean hips he'd done almost a year ago---just before everything in his life had hit the proverbial skids.
The more virile, and not-as-rotgut-infested of the grimy group got up between his milky-white thighs and stuffed their filthy cocks into his cum-oozing, gaping fuckhole. He'd lost track of how many diseased loads had flooded his ass---nor, for that matter, could he attest to the quantity of rancid, raunchy-tasting semen he'd ingested. In his drug and alcohol-induced state all he knew was that he was getting cock---lots of cock---in a succession of varied length, width and color.
They loved him...
had always loved him...
they were his adoring fans!!!!
The uncircumcised cockhead in his slobbering mouth pulsed and drooled a small load of watery cum. As the street urchin quickly extricated himself from the slut's face-hole another fat knob pressed between his wet lips. The deep cock-slit parted and a stream of strong, rank and deep yellow piss flooded his oral cavity, washing down the previous occupant's load. It seemed as if the bum would never stop pissing---urine was steadily flowing down the freckle-faced white man's throat and leaking from the corners of his mouth. Filthy vagrant cock slowly began to harden and soon the nasty bum was pumping all of his eight inches far down the young whore's gullet. At the same time, dirty fingernails pried his ass lips apart, releasing a wave of spent semen. An older man with long, thinning, greasy hair, face weathered and worn, and a look of madness in his eyes grabbed his leaking cock, aimed it at the beautiful distended hole and slammed his fat rod home. He fucked brutally hard and fast, tearing up the bottom's guts and churning up the gallon of sticky cum deposited within his wet, dark hole. It didn't take the crazed cardboard box dweller long to unload his nut, just about the same time as the cocktube down the white man's throat let loose. They both released near tidal wave blasts of ball juice---the best he'd had so far tonight---causing his own meaty prick to convulse of its own accord and blast ribbons of hot white sex sauce all over his prone torso.
As soon as their nuts were drained two more night creatures took their place...and so on and so on late into the night. Word spread through the city's underbelly about the uptown freckled redhead cock slut servicing all comers. By the time dawn began to pierce the night sky he had taken on no less than one forty anonymous dirty cocks!
At some point he knew he must have blacked out, because suddenly he found himself wandering down another deserted alley. Rats scampered over his bare feet as the naked man drunkenly stumbled through the narrow alleyway, grasping at the crumbling brick walls and overturned garbage cans for support. He was confused, disoriented and frightened. Where was he? How did he get here? WHAT IN THE HELL HAD HAPPENED?!?
Touching a trembling hand to his temple, he tried to remember...
YES, THAT WAS IT! Opening night...his comeback Broadway performance...back to the Great White Way after all the Hollywood years...LA had jaded him, turning him from a talented aspiring vocalist into a...a what? What was he now? Heroin addict...alcoholic...pill-popping sex-crazed freak! They had convinced him to get help...spent six months in that fucking clinic...they told him it was too soon to start work again, but he craved the missed adulation. Dozens of gold records...a Tony award...he had to taste success again. The new musical...strenuous rehearsals...arguments with the director...raw nerves...could he be as good as he was before or would he suffer one final, miserable failure...the addict hairdresser...a hypodermic needle..."horse"...stage hands finding him huddled in a corner at curtain call...the understudy stepping on stage in his place...creeping out the stage door and finding the nearest dive watering hole...gin, vodka, tequila, who cared?...finished...washed up...no one loved him anymore...walking the lonely streets...finding the "love" of street people...
"DANI?" he cried out to the shadows in the narrow back alley. "DANI, ARE YOU HERE?" No, Dani wouldn't be here in his time of need; Dani wasn't his friend. He'd thought the handsome actor was his friend, but no, Dani had used him just like he used all the other men in his life.
The shadows changed, taking on new formations. "JONATHAN? OH, DEAR, SWEET JONATHAN!" Tears ran down his soiled cheeks for poor Jonathan, who never could act but who set the world aflame with his chiseled coverboy looks and his breathtakingly full crotch, only to have his charmed life end too soon.
If not Dani or Jonathan, then who awaited him in the shadows of the alley---his knight in shining armour come to rescue him from his own private hell? His eyes widened. The one true love of his life, the one he had senselessly tossed aside in a stupid moment of selfishness. "DEL? IS THAT YOU, DEL? CAN YOU HEAR ME? WHERE ARE YOU? YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, DEL! NOT NOW! I NEED YOU, DEL!"
Realization suddenly crashed down upon him with a pounding force. Big green bloodshot eyes widened in horror as he ran his hands over his cum-caked body, dipping lower to touch the free-flowing wetness between his legs. Dropping to his knees he gagged in repulsion---and then the floodgate of self-pitying tears was released. Beating his fists against the cobblestone pavement he shrieked like a banshee.
"OH, KIEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? BAD, BAD!! SO BAD, KIELY!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KIELLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYY!! KIELLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY O'MARA!!!"
"FUCK YOU, YOU NO-GOOD SONOFABITCH!!! THIS IS MY SHOW AND WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME I'M NOT GOING ON? FUCK YOU!!!" The loud outburst reverberated throughout the backstage of the old theatre, enunciated by a three-quarter's empty bottle of Dewars being tossed through the open doorway and smashing into pieces against the opposite wall. The door bearing a golden star logo etched with the name "Allan Lawson" was swiftly slammed shut, as if that could prevent the rest of the company from hearing the heated verbal exchange.
The young director looked toward Stanley, the star's longtime assistant, for support but the tired man merely rolled his eyes heavenward and shook his graying head sadly. He'd seen it all during his tenure and recognized that Lawson's latest descent into self-loathing might surely be his last---yet he was powerless to do anything to stop the raging locomotive steering a non-stop course toward destruction. Such a great star....such a terrible waste!
Allan Lawson, at fifty-three years of age, had maintained enough of his youthful good looks which, combined with his still-strong baritone vocal chords, kept him employed in the entertainment industry for over forty-four years! Lawson was discovered at age nine by an unwitting talent scout attending his nephew's annual grade school holiday "extravaganza". The man had made an appearance at the amateur play, not because he needed to sit through yet another adaption of the birth of Christ on that long ago Christmas Eve, but because his bitch of a sister would have disowned him if he didn't witness little Timmy's (or was it Jimmy, he wondered) budding theatrical genius. Not even a quarter of the way into the tedious ordeal Sam Carson determined his nephew's talents were not unique from any other average fourth grader. He still managed to flash perfectly phony Hollywood smiles his sister's way every time Timmy (yes, he was reasonably certain the little brat's name was Timmy) uttered a few too-loudly-spoken words.
By the time the event had plodded onward into the second act, Sam managed to inconspicuously slouch comfortably low in his auditorium seat and was just nodding off when the sweetly innocent voice of a young boy jolted him from his doze. The kid was center stage, a little redhead with a Dutch Boy haircut, costumed as an angel and beautifully performing "O Holy Night" as no other nine year old could. The song was one of Carson's few holiday favorites, yet he had never before heard it done with such unintentional heart and soul. Captivated, Carson didn't dare scan his program for the child's identity until the lad's final note was sung. Master Alan O'Laughlin, it said.
Less than six months later, with his name only slightly altered, little Allan Lawson opened on Broadway as the child lead in a brand new big budget musical about a gang of loveable vagabond orphans. He debuted to thunderous applause, rave reviews and instant child stardom. An orphan himself, Allan's alcoholic adoptive aunt and uncle readily agreed to all the talent agent's proposals and practically signed young Allan's life away for a piece of the profit. The show actually continued on for another full decade even when Allan departed after a two-year run. He was immediately thrown into another lavish Broadway production, headlining the show. In the brief hiatus between shows he managed to record his first album, a set of show tunes, which sold well over a million copies. And by age fifteen he'd appeared on the silver screen in no less than four top-grossing Hollywood musicals. There was no one who wasn't familiar with the name of Allan Lawson.
On his twenty-first birthday, Allan proposed marriage to Jeanette Kelley, a dancer he'd met on the set of his latest Hollywood film. Figuring he had an Oscar, a Tony and a Grammy under his belt, he'd might as well add a Wife to the mix. He wasn't "in love" with the pretty Irish lass, but they were fantastic in bed together. If passion could ever make a marriage survive, the newlywed Lawsons were the ideal laboratory subjects. It was sometime into their second year that Allan realized he had, indeed, stronger feelings for Jeanette then when they'd entered the union. He craved her kisses, her touch, her scent...even just the nearby presence of her. She became his entire reason for being. When Jeanette announced she was "with child", there was no happier man than Allan. He set about making plans for a grandiose nursery in their west coast mansion and committed the unthinkable crime of signing onto a television (yuck!) variety series, only because the schedule would keep him close to home and allow him more time with his future family.
But the baby was stillborn in the fifth month of pregnancy...and shortly afterward Jeanette was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Less than a year later she was dead. Allan went into a long period of deep mourning, refusing to see any friends or associates. Turning his back on Hollywood, television and recording, Allan discovered momentary solace in bottle after bottle of liquor. It was on one of these drunken binges that Lawson's young assistant managed to gain access inside the mansion and took matters firmly into his hands. He made a strong pot of coffee, poured any remaining booze down the drain and sat up all night with his pained employer. Words came surprisingly easy for Allan; soon he was tearfully expressing his grief with another caring person for the first time since the tragedy. The two men remained locked inside the mansion for two full days while Allan released his pent-up anguish without the aid of alcohol. Less than two months later he debuted in his long-delayed mid-season replacement variety series to rave reviews and astronomical ratings. Allan Lawson appeared to be back on top again!
The series went on for seven successful seasons before Allan bowed out of the project to take over the leading role in an established Broadway show back on the east coast. His much-heralded return to the theater sparked unaccustomed anxiety in Allan, who steeled his nerves with a tumbler of vodka before the performance. His voice was near-perfect that night and the reviews were excellent, so Allan decided that a nightly snort would become ritualistic. But when one drink became two, two lead to three, which was just enough to alert his ever-present assistant to Allan's alcoholic setback. They had a heated argument, during which the faithful employee proffered his immediate resignation if Allan didn't get himself back on track. But Allan knew the younger man had become his crutch---his lifeline---so he consented to the logical demands.
There were a number of setbacks over the years that followed. When the musical began to fade after nearly five years, Allan stayed with the show until the bitter end---against the advice of his managers. He didn't care that the audience was no longer there. It was a safe haven for him; he knew the production by heart, the company was like his extended family. But as attendance dwindled and the threat of closure loomed, Allan took to the bottle again. By the time the show closed for good, Allan was barely able to maintain himself on stage. He went on a three-week drinking binge which landed him in the hospital after a nasty fall. Listening to reason, Allan checked himself into a detoxification center---his first of several visits carefully hidden from the press.
Despite his fame and never-faltering talent, Allan Lawson was a lonely, reclusive man. He kept himself secluded in the Hollywood Hills mansion he'd shared with his beloved Jeanette, leaving everything as it has been when she was alive. When the elderly housekeeper would come calling twice a week, Allan locked himself up in the master bedroom until after she had gone. His only contact with the outside world---in fact, the only person resembling a friend---was his ever-present assistant, Stan.
Allan had long ago vowed to remain faithful to the memory of Jeanette and to never, ever touch another woman. Yet, he was still a virile man and sometimes sexual frustration became overpowering. He valiantly fought those urges until he could control himself no further---and then he ordered a bottle of cognac delivered to the house---to steel his resolve, he reasoned. Stanley, ten years Allan's junior, was a sharp-witted man who easily figured out the reason for his boss' duress and devised a plan to alleviate Allan's anguish without the dangers of alcohol.
At the first sight of Allan's duress, Stanley placed a strategic telephone call and within half an hour Sven, the Nordic "masseur", arrived---narrowly beating the liquor delivery. Allan balked at the idea, but finally relented to Stan's wishes and allowed the muscle-clad blond to torture his aging body. Face down on the king-sized bed with a towel draped over his lower body, Allan soon found himself relaxing under the big man's therapeutic hands as they worked out the many knots in his neck, back and shoulders. He didn't even argue when Sven reached under the terry-cloth towel and began expertly kneading his fleshy buttocks. Allan was somewhat alarmed to realize Sven's ministrations were aroused his sleeping prick into erection, which now painfully pressed into the mattress beneath his body.
And then, all at once, the strong Swede flipped him over on his back, thick lips curling into a smile as he observed the roaring hard-on rising from the matinee idol's loins. Before Allan even realized what was happening, Sven leaned down, spread his jaws wide and engulfed the bulging tumescence with his wet, slick throat. Allan grasped the other man's thick shoulders in a feeble attempt to push him away, but soon found his fingers intertwined in Sven's wavy blond hair, forcing his head down closer to his groin. Sven's velvety tongue, succulent lips and throbbing throat massaged Allan's main muscle, causing wickedly pleasurable sensations to course through his writhing body. All too soon, with hips bucking wildly, his big balls swelled and strong ropes of semen erupted into the sexy Swede's sucking mouth. Sven didn't stop there: he kept drawing on the hefty tool until every seed had been spent and then went to task licking up every stray droplet of cum from Allan's sweat-drenched groin. Sven was known in the secret inner circles of Hollywood as "sucker to the stars", revered not only for his obvious talents but also his tight-lipped discretion. On that particular evening, his first of many between the thighs of Allan Lawson, he hastily departed the mansion and just barely made his appointment at another Hollywood mansion where screen star, now television personality in a husband-and-wife detective drama, Block Hutson awaited him poolside wearing nothing but a smile and a thick mustache.
Lawson's career became a series of highs and lows, yet he remained always active within the business. He still cut an occasional album, although there was little market for his type of vocal talent anymore. The kids today craved the deafening beats of rock and roll or the insistent pounding of disco music. Hollywood musicals had become a thing of the past, so he was often forced to take supporting roles in second-rate films just to keep his name on the marquee. Every now and then one of the movies would gain critical notice and interest would stir anew in the former child star. Years of "b" movies eventually led to a strong part in a Sam Peckenridge film which garnered Lawson an Oscar nomination. Although he failed to walk home with the award, new doors opened for Allan and he went on to make a series of noteworthy dramatic films before once again sinking into virtual obscurity.
As Allan became accustomed to procuring the services of the many hustlers along Santa Monica Boulevard (after Sven left "the business" to marry a wealthy elderly matriarch), he found himself requiring Stan's company less and less. Stan feared that without his guidance Allan would slip once again into the blackness of alcoholism, but Allan merely shrugged off the other man's worries. He'd survived a long career of exhilarating highs and devastating lows and was still standing, whereas many of his contemporaries had fallen to the wayside. Now in his early fifties, he was about to return to Broadway for the first time in many, many years to headline a new show directed by a fresh, young talent whose name was on the lips of everyone in the business. He was determined to return to his roots in New York and leave behind the cut-throat world of Hollywood. Once established there, he would sell off his old mansion stuffed with its painful memories and lease a penthouse apartment in Central Park West where he would live out the rest of his days. There was certainly more than enough sex-for-hire in the naked city to keep him occupied on the occasional lonely night, but Allan Lawson was determined to build a life for himself there with the movers and shakers of Manhattan.
And if Stan couldn't share in his enthusiasm, then he was welcome to remain behind and seek other employment.
Allan's words all sounded good, but Stan remained skeptical. Many were the times he had seen the man jubilantly excited before, only to have it all come crashing down around him. Still, Stan doggedly remained at Allan's side. The younger man had visibly aged over these many long years so that he now appeared even older than Lawson! But his loyalty was intense, even if his resolve had weakened.
Just as Stan predicted, things did not go according to Allan's rosy plan. The show opened to mixed reviews; attendance was far less than expected. Allan took the blame on himself for what he considered to be a failure. Although the talented director reworked parts of the musical, reviving interest and increasing attendance, Allan was already in a downward spiral. One of the moves to improve the show had involved cutting one of Lawson's numbers, which didn't sit well with him and resulted in an angry shouting match between star and director. Allan continued to press the fact that, whereas he was a seasoned veteran, the young director was a mere babe in the woods. Other members of the company whispered that Allan Lawson was a washed-up old war horse, further adding fuel to the fire. The crusher came when Lawson learned the good-looking director was fucking Dan Wells, the handsome young actor who had suddenly gone from a one-line speaking part to a full-fledged dramatic role in the production. It wasn't that Lawson minded Wells' advancement---the kid had indeed proved himself to be quite talented---but Allan had had visions of Dan's full, moist lips wrapped around his own manmeat. That's when the drinking began---again!
"I'M THE STAR OF THIS STINKIN' SHOW, YOU HEAR ME?" he bellowed drunkenly. "ME AND NOFUCKINBODY ELSE! IF I DON'T GO ON, NOBODY GOES THE FUCK ON!" Allan sluggishly got up from his chair in front of the dressing mirror to go for his pack of cigarettes, another vice he'd recently taken up, and stumbled. The director instinctively reached out to break his fall and sat Allan down on the single bed, one of the perks he'd received in his dressing room. Allan stretched his body out on the comfortable lounge, his back turned on the other two men as he mumbled incoherently in his alcohol-induced state.
"He's finished here. We've put up with more than enough of his theatrics and I've been given authority to axe him," the director pointedly addressed Stan in a hushed tone. Moving toward the door, he turned to look over his shoulder at the pathetic form of the once-great legend. "Get him some help...he need its big time."
Stan leaned heavily against the door and let out a painful sigh as he pondered his next course of action. He wouldn't---couldn't---abandon Allan. Despite the fact that it was dragging him down, he would stand by the man's side and see it through to the end. As he was about to move toward the telephone to call the doctor, who would authorize yet another visit to a detoxification clinic, Stan clearly heard the director's authoritative voice from the other side of the door:
"The show goes on. Where's the understudy? The red-head kid, you know. What's his name? O'Mara, that's it. Kiely O'Mara."
Young newcomer Kiel O'Mara was a smashing success as he stepped into the vacated shoes of superstar Allan Lawson. His voice was surprisingly strong and he managed to pull off the dramatic dialogue quite well. The trades literally buzzed with kudos for the unknown discovery while they whispered about the reason for Lawson's sudden departure from the show. With each performance, Kiel brought a new and exciting edge to his role, which was hastily rewritten to explain the character's age difference. The box office was swarming with requests for tickets; the musical was suddenly booked weeks in advance. Kiel O'Mara was the toast of the town---everyone's sweetheart. Columnists wanted exclusive interviews with the eighteen-year-old, magazines vied for photographic layouts of the perky Irish lad, recording industry bigwigs were desperate to sign him to an exclusive contract. Kiel was in awe of the attentions being lavished upon him, a small town boy from the midwest. Wisely, he stayed out of any business discussions and concentrated on his art, leaving the decision making to his trusted manager, Del Sanderson. Del Sanderson was a friend of the O'Mara family, who was appointed executor of the estate and guardian to the boy when Kiel's parents were killed in an airplane crash six years prior. He was an attractive strawberry-blond haired gent in his late thirties, who had secretly harbored a physical attraction toward Kiel ever since he was a young lad. Kiel's parents, fairly well off at the time of their demise, left Del an ample sum of money which allowed him to remain close by the boy. When Kiel left their small town to attend an academy of the arts in another city, Del took an apartment in that city just to be nearby. Never once had he made an advance on the cute kid, although the fantasizes which ran through his mind as he lay in his bed in the next room of their modest New York apartment were more than enough to soil his sheets. He marveled at the many changes in the boy as he matured over the years, always certain that on his twenty-first birthday, when Kiely came into his inheritance, he would also succumb to Del's long-felt desires. Kiely may have been too naive to realize Del's attraction, but the obvious facts were not lost on Dan Wells. Dani had observed the adoring looks Del gave his ward, the way his eyes ran over Kiel's body when his back was turned to the older man, and his ever-present closeness to the boy. Dani, of all people, knew only too well about the libido of mature men and how appetizing young meat appeared to them. He'd spread his buffed thighs enough times for older dudes to know how much they desired the taboo pleasures of youth. Early on in the musical, with only one line in the second act, Dan had a great deal of time on his hands. He had absolutely no theatrical background and had only been cast in the part due to a favor owed by a mutual acquaintance. A bit part was not exactly what he'd expected when he was spirited away from a bit of scandal in Washington, D.C. Dan was smart enough to realize the door had been opened a mere crack; he had to grab hold and control his destiny. He spent his down time carefully observing all the other trained professionals around him, absorbing their talent for his own future use. Quick to pick up on their director's attraction to him, it wasn't long before Dan was flat on his back in the man's bed. Shortly thereafter, his role was significantly expanded and, surprisingly enough, gypsy slut Dan Wells turned out to give as good a performance on stage as he did between the sheets. There was no rivalry between Dan and Kiel. Dan realized the other boy had a natural vocal talent, whereas his own talents seemed to rest in the acting field. Although close in age, they were from opposite ends of the social spectrum and appeared to have little in common. Dan was one of the first to offer Kiel a congratulatory embrace following his awesome debut stepping into the starring role after that drunk, Allan Lawson, was canned. Observing the disintegration of the supposed "great star" was another lesson for the newcomer. Dani decided it wouldn't hurt to befriend Kiel O'Mara and ride his coattails to success, and gaining favor with his dedicated manager might also be beneficial. How better to achieve his goals than to deliver Kiel's ripe young ass to lusty Del on a silver platter. Kiel was grateful for Dan's company in the weeks that followed. It helped to have someone his own age to spend time with when they weren't rehearsing. Kiel and Dan spent a great deal of time investigating the island of Manhattan, both of them virtual strangers to the "big apple". They toured museums and galleries, rode to the tops of the Empire State Building and the Towers, sunned in Central Park, shopped in trendy Soho and dined at sidewalk bistros in Little Italy watching the rest of the world go by. Three months into their newfound friendship, Dan broached the subject. They were seated side by side up in the balcony watching rehearsal on stage as the flamboyantly gay choreographer led the dancers through a revised routine. Dani could see the back of their director's curly brown haired head as he carefully observed the new moves from his vantage point in the orchestra seats. Speaking low, as if to himself, Dan said, "He's a pretty decent fuck, that director of ours." Kiel's big green eyes widened in shock and he nearly choked on the bottle of spring water he was sipping from. Dan chuckled. "Come on, surely you had to have heard. He's been banging me almost from the first week we started doing this thing. How do you think I got out of that nothing walk on part and into something more substantial. I don't have the training and background like you." "B-But you are good!" Kiel stammered, incredulous. Dan smiled again, his dark eyes twinkling. "That's what he says. All I know is, a boy has got to do what a boy has got to do to get ahead in this business, and sometimes it's a pleasurable sacrifice." And then, looking directly at the startled redhead, he went for broke. "So, tell me the truth, how is Del? He looks like a good, strong fucker." Kiel was flabbergasted, speechless for a moment. "Del is a friend of the family, my guardian and my manager. That's all!" "Guardian?" Dan snickered. "Sometimes I would swear you'd just fallen off the turnip truck! You're eighteen years old, Kiely. You don't require a guardian any longer." "But my family entrusted him to----" Kiel stammered onwards, shocked at Dan's lurid suggestion. "He wants you, Kiel," Dan pressed onward. "It's so obvious. Sure, he's probably a great guy who stepped into the responsibility of taking care of you after your folks died, but believe me when I say he's crazy about you---in a sexual way. If it was me, I'd go for it. You could do a whole heck of a lot worse---and probably will." "But.....I've....never....I mean.....I wouldn't know how......" "Wait a minute!" Dan shot forward in his chair, his sexy mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Are you a virgin?" Kiel's hesitation was all the confirmation that teen-of-the-world Dan Wells needed. Actually, he'd figured weeks ago that Kiel had yet to pop a nut in the traditional sense, but he needed to hear the other boy speak the words. Kiel had blushed a deep shade of crimson, making his abundant freckles appear even darker over his creamy complexion. "Don't you ever jerk off?" Dan pressed on. "I mean---you must get horny sometime!" Kiel swallowed hard and shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the subject. "S-Sure. Once in a while." In actuality, he'd been horrified with his first "wet dream", although each subsequent one had begun to feel better and better. "Liar!" Dan chided him. "You don't even know to pleasure yourself. Guess you've really never had anybody to each you. And---let me guess---you were too afraid to ask old Del-man what was going on when you wet your jockey shorts. Am I right?" Kiel merely nodded in the semi-darkness of the heavily-curtained balcony. He was amazed that Dan knew him so well. "And him just waiting for you to give even the tiniest little indication. Such a waste of time when you could be having a lot of fun screwing! I've been fucking since I was twelve years old, when I caught my father giving his dick to an important political figure for money," he announced. Kiel's eyes widened again and he felt a stirring in his loins. "You did it with your father!" "Nah," Dan replied in mock disappointment. "Although his cock sure looked fat and juicy! Almost as good as mine! Want to feel it?" Kiel swallowed hard, "I....don't.....know...." "Come on, stop being such a wimp. Give me your hand." Kiel was hesitant, but Dan took charge. Taking hold of the trembling hand closest to him, Dan brought it to his crotch. Kiel felt his heart pounding in his chest as Dan covered his hand with his own and pressed it against the mound in the front of his jeans. "Don't me afraid. Rub it around, squeeze it." To emphasize his words he took a firmer grip on Kiel's milky white hand and moved it over the expanding growth. With his free hand, Dan reached over and firmly grasped Kiel's basket. The first-timer was already rock hard and appeared to be packing a nicely sized piece. They fondled each other through denim jeans in the darkness of the balcony while rehearsals continued on the stage below them, the entire company oblivious to what they were doing. Certain now that the other boy needed no further guidance, Dani released his hold on Kiel's hand and tugged at the young singer's zipper. He peeled the redhead's jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh, exposing Kiely's throbbing teen-meat. The boy had a nicely sized tool, although not nearly as mammoth as Dani's formidable weapon, which rose from a thatch of auburn hair and pulsed with expectation. Kiel's lithe young body jumped a little when Dani wrapped his fingers around the pulsating member and gave it a few tender strokes. Leaning his entire body in closer to the excited little virgin, Dani nibbled on one dangling lobe and breathed hotly into his ear. "Feels good, doesn't it, my friend?" "Oh, yes!" Kiely sighed heavily and sunk lower in the seat, thighs spread wide. Dani unfastened the buttons of his own fly and let his super-sized dick out into the open, then took Keli's hand in his and molded it around his fucktool. Keily audibly gasped at the intense heat and immense size of the awesomely beautiful dick. "Come on," Dani whispered hotly. "Jerk me like I'm jerking you!" Gingerly, Kiel began to glide his hand along the thick, veiny length of the other boy's blood-engorged erection. His fist traveled up to the rim of the large, mushroom cap and then slowly down to the neatly manicured pubic patch at its base. It seemed an incredibly long journey because Dani's cock was so unbelievably huge, bigger than any grown man's could possibly be! It jerked and bobbed with a life of it's own, seemingly reassuring the young novice that he was bringing it much pleasure. Kiel wondered if he was making Dani feel even half as good as the exotically handsome darker boy was making him feel. Dani wasn't just stroking his cock, he was making love to it with the palm of his hand and teasing the thick cord running down its underside with the tips of his talented fingers. Suddenly and unexpectedly grazing a thick thumb over the boy's sensitive cock head, Dan caused Kiel to wriggle in his seat and moan even more loudly. Dan half expected the troupe on stage below them to look up into the balcony for the source of the grunts and groans, but the music and dancing adequately muffled their love cries. Reaching low between Kiel's spread thighs, Dan took hold of the boy's silky ball sac and gently squeezed the tender orbs as he continued to jerk him with the other hand. A self-satisfied smile crossed his darkly handsome face as a huge gob of pre-cum pulsed from Kiel's yawning cock-lips. Unhanding the boy, he came up off his seat and crouched into a kneeling position between Kiely's legs. Yanking jeans down to the boy's ankles, he spread those tender thighs with their light dusting of rust-colored hair, took hold of the dangling ball sac and swiped his tongue up the underside of the sweet young prick from base to tip. Swirling his tongue around the head, he lapped up draining dick-goo and then devoured the entire length of the prick with one hungry gulp. Kiel's body stiffened as though every nerve ending was raw and exposed. Never in his life had he felt such wondrous sensations. Dani was making his cock all sloppy and wet, sloshing it around in his mouth and sucking the life out of it. It felt so good when the head was embedded all the way down in the dark-haired youth's throat, those inner muscles squeezing and caressing the entire length lovingly. At the same time, Dani was milking those balls in his sweaty hands, making the cum boil hotly inside his tightening sac. Never in his young life had he felt so good; he wondered why he had waited so long to experience the pure bliss of sexual experimentation! And then, abruptly, Dani came up off him. Sitting back on his haunches with a smile on his face, those dark eyes twinking, the dance troupe visible a distance behind and below him, he licked his lips sexily as one hand toyed with Kiell's overly excited dick while the other stroked his own leaking wand. "Tonight, after the show, you come back to my place and I'll take you places you've never even dreamed of," he challenged. Kiely hesitated for one beat before he gushed in one breathless sigh, "YES! OH YES!" He didn't know how he would explain it to Del, but somehow he would sneak away from his trusted guardian and spend the night learning the pleasures of sex from his obviously experienced friend. Later, Del watched from the wings as Kiely flawlessly performed one of his numbers, even though rehearsal wasn't actually necessary. The kid's vast vocal range never ceased to amaze him...or anyone else, for that matter. There was absolutely nothing about his young charge which didn't arouse tender feelings in the older man. He loved Kiely, totally and completely, and was certain one day that love would be returned. He just had to be careful not to rush it and risk losing everything. Although jealous of the inordinate amount of time Kiely seemed to be spending with that Wells kid, Del was careful not to voice his objections. It was natural for Kiel to gravitate towards someone his age. Just so long as Wells didn't exert undue influence upon the impressionable boy. Almost as if on cue, Dan Wells stepped into Del's line of vision and shocked the older man by deliberating reaching out and grabbing a handful of his crotch. Dark eyes flashing, he spoke seductively. "Forget about him for one night and come over to my place. Tonight, an hour after we close." At first taken aback by Dan's blunt flirtation, Del appreciated for the first time just how handsome the dark-haired boy was. Kiel had always been the apple of his eye, there was room for none other. But here in front of him, offering himself to him, was a marvelous specimen of blossoming boyhood. His features were classic, almost sculpted to perfection. Medium length, blue-black hair framed richly dark skin, thick arched eyebrows, a perfect nose, and full, erotically succulent lips. His even teeth were bone white, almost sparkling when revealed; his eyes were of an ever-changing brown hue, bordered with long curling lashes. Tightly compacted teen muscles corded his arms and strained against the thin fabric of the tank top tucked into the low-waisted, body-clinging jeans he wore. There was a scent of sex about him, oozing from his pores and upon his breath as it washed over Del's face. He had all the signs of developing manhood, but for all intents and purposes he was still a boy, and Del found himself becoming overwhelmingly aroused. Dan felt Del's cock stiffen under the thin material of his slacks and knew he had won. A tiny, almost indiscernible smile turned up one corner of his mouth before he gave the growing bulge a final deliberate squeeze, slipped the spare key to his room into Del's pants pocket and then moved away into the shadows of the backstage area. Del stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and grasped his rock hard-on, already imagining how it was going to feel buried balls deep in Dan Wells' hot, juicy boy pussy.That evening's sold-out performance received a rousing ovation from the audience and the new production number was received especially well. Their jubilant director took cast and crew to a local dining establishment to celebrate their continued success. Dan begged off, complaining of a nagging headache. Del was relieved when Kiel declined on the grounds that he was overly exhausted. With Kiely tucked safely away in their apartment he would make an appearance at the restaurant and then slip out in time to keep his much anticipated rendezvous with Dani.
The old theatre had barely emptied when Kiel and Dani slipped out the stage door, dodged autograph seekers, and hailed a cab, which brought them to Dan's tiny apartment on the west side. The postage stamp sized living room had enough space for a love seat and television set with a rigged-up clothes hanger for reception and the bedroom was of equal size, allowing only a queen-sized bed and small dresser. There was no kitchen, only a hot plate in one corner of the room, and the tiny bathroom left barely enough room to maneuver.
Dan planted his hands on Kiel's shoulders and gave him a shove, pushing the other boy back onto the unmade bed and then crawled atop him, stretching his body over the cute redhead's. Their mouths made contact as their hands started tearing at each other's clothes. Dan ground his pelvis against Kiel's, both their dicks instantaneously thickening beneath the fabric of their jeans. Kiel had never before experienced another tongue invading his mouth and found that he liked it very, very much. He decided that Dan was an excellent kisser and obediently followed his cue, sucking on Dan's long tongue and probing the insides of the other boy's hot mouth.
Before long they were both buck naked, Dani's bronzed gypsy skin a striking contrast to Kiel's pale, freckled complexion. Kiel lay flat on his back, head resting on the pillows while Dan was belly down between his spread thighs, his own legs dangling off the edge of the bed as he went to work sucking on Kiel's stiffie. His mouth traversed the shaft in long, hungry strokes, driving the boy to writhe about in the sheets. Dan's soft, hot tongue slid over the sensitive surface of the swollen cock head and teased the fleshy piss slit with its blunt tip. All the while, his hands busily kneaded Kiel's heavy, dangling ball bag. His lips continually sucked at the length of the never-before-touched prick, devouring it far down into his throat until Kiel's auburn bush tickled his fine Roman nose before drawing back with slushy, slurping sounds. After some sloppy cocksucking, he allowed the cute prick to pop from his mouth and snap back against Kiel's flat belly. Taking it in one hand, he massaged the hot length in his loving palm as he buried his handsome face in the young superstar's nutsac and chewed on those sweet-smelling, cum-filled balls.
Kiel's hands were roaming all over his tight chest as his head rolled from side to side on the fluffy pillow, pink tongue constantly working itself over the surface of his wet lips. He couldn't believe how good it all felt and wondered why he'd never done any of this before. If it was true what Dani had told him earlier about Del, he now wished the man had long ago done to him what Dani was now so expertly doing. He imagined Del, with those mature blond looks, engulfing his engorged pole, sucking molten cum from his boy-balls and then feeding Kiel his own man rod. He hadn't been able to look at Del all day without imagining him nude and sporting a massive erection. Dani's revelation had forever changed the way Kiely would think of his trusted friend and guardian.
Dan came out from between Kiel's legs and hoisted himself up to the head of the bed, trading places with the other boy. He sat with his back resting against the headboard, muscular legs splayed lazily open and massive cock arching upward. His huge ballsac looked like it contained dinosaur eggs as it say nestled between his legs, resting on the mattress.
"Your turn," Dan announced. "Come on and show me what you've learned."
Swallowing hard, Kiel hesitated only momentarily before crawling on all fours, like an obedient dog, into the V formed by Dan's husky outstretched legs. This was the closest he had ever come to another guy's cock---the big, beautiful python was mere inches from his face. It must have been every bit of nine large, thick inches with heavy, gorged veins networking just under the surface of its tan sheath. Dan's plum-sized mushroom-shaped helmet was molded into perfection, its fleshy lips being pulled apart by the sheer weight of the thing and revealing a deep, dank piss hole. Kiel's eyes traveled down the solid pulsing surface of the handsome tool to the dark nest of curls encircling the thick base and the bulging sac hanging lazily below. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the intoxicatingly rich, musky male scent emanating from the steamy crotch. The awestruck teen was hardly aware that his jaw had dropped and his pretty pink tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth. He wanted to taste that handsome slab of horsemeat!
"Lick it...start right down there at the base...right before the place where my balls start...that's right," Dan coached the newbie-cocksucker, using all the dialogue he had so often heard spoken to him, one watchful eye glancing over every now and then at the clock on the dresser. "Use the tip of your tongue, just like that.....work your way up....up that thick cord that goes all the way to the head....come on, use more of your tongue now....swipe up with the surface of your tongue....all the way....ooh, yeah....then flip your tongue and go back down....down....down.....up again....come on, boy, you're doing great...feels real fucking good....you're gonna make a great cocksucker....hold it steady at the base...just like that....can't get your whole hand around it, can you?...hold it still and lick around the head....there, right around the ridge...come on, swirl your hot little tongue clear around that fat head....oh, fuck, yeah....now curl your tongue and dip it into my pee hole....flick it around....OH FUCK....you're makin' me fuckin' leak....hot damn....lap up that pre-cum....tastes hot, doesn't it?....you like the taste of my boy cream?...yeah, I can tell you do....lick it up, Kiely....keep this up and I'm going to feed you a whole load before long....now lick all over the top of that cockhead....all over.....fast, faster....spitshine that fat knob, boy...make it all wet....fuck, you're good....now pouch out those lips, open wide and swallow the head....you can take it....watch your teeth....that's it, Kiely, wrap your lips under the ridge and start sucking....use your tongue....lots of spit....hot damn it feels good....you like sucking cock, Kiely?....don't answer now....use your hands....let all that saliva running down make it all slippery....jerk my rod while you suck that tasty head....both hands, Kiely, you need both hands to go around it....AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, FUCKKKKKKKK.....yank on my nuts....harder.....OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....suck me, baby.....suck me off....."
Kiely was thoroughly enjoying his first taste of cock. Kneeling between the darker haired boy's strong, firm thighs with his hands planted on the mattress to either side of Dan's slim hips, Kiel slurped away on the hot joint like it was his favorite flavor of lollipop. His eyelids fluttered shut dreamily as he groaned around the man-sized piece of meat, trying with great effort to swallow as much of it as he possibly could. The impressively hung gypsy stud ran his fingers through his eager apprentice's red hair, showing his appreciation and coaxing him onward.
Dan couldn't have timed things any better. Just as Kiely's jaws stretched inhumanly wide and swallowed half of his big, fat club, Dani heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the door's lock, then the footsteps as his guest crossed the small expanse of the living room, approaching the open bedroom door. There was a deep male gasp, then:
"KIELY!!!!"
Shocked, Kiely quickly came up off the tasty shaft and turned to look over his shoulder, past the mounds of his upturned little ass, and into the astonished face of his manager/guardian. The boy tried to stammer something inaudible, but Dan quickly grabbed a fistful of his hair and forcibly turned Kiel's attentions back to his leaking prick. Holding the velvet-throated songbird down on his huge staff, Dan started humping the other boy's face while his eyes remained riveted on the attractive older man, who clutched at both sides of the doorway for support. There was a self-satisfying, almost smirking, look etched across his breathtakingly handsome gypsy face.
"How nice of you to stop by, Mr. Sanderson," the dark haired teen teased with a flash of his sparkling white teeth. "Why don't you join us?" Leaning forward over the other boy's bobbing head, he ran his hands slowly down Kiel's naked back, not stopping until he had two handfuls of firm, milky buttocks. Kneading them seductively, his fingers worked into Kiel's hairless crack and pulled his cheeks apart, unveilling the boy's wrinkled pucker. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he added, "He's still virgin here; I've saved it just for you, Del."
Heart pounding in his chest, Del swiped at the beads of sweat which had formed on his brow and stepped closer to the edge of the bed. Swallowing hard, his pale blue eyes fixed on his young ward's sweet little asshole---the very same asshole he'd dreamed about for many years. Del began to remove his clothing. Smiling crookedly, Dan unhanded the boy's ass and relaxed his body back against the headboard, enjoying both striptease and blowjob. Undaunted, Kiel was lapping away at his mushroomed knob and soaking the bulk of Dani's cock as he sucked it in and out of his mouth, although he was indeed curious as to what his mentor intended to do. He hoped against hope that Del would take Dani's cue and bust his cherry; he wanted the man every bit as much as Del wanted him.
Del's cock had started to grow the moment he walked into the titillating scene. Now, buck naked, it stood straight up from his groin. Dani licked his lips as his slutty eyes appraised the older man. Although not heavily muscled, Del cut a fine figure from the expanse of his broad freckled shoulders to his wide, impressive chest covered with a fine spray of strawberry-blond fuzz matching the shade of his short, stylish hair. A treasure trail of that hair cut straight down through the slight curve of his abdomen, danced around the indented navel and then continued on to fan out in the V of his crotch. His hard cock was of average size---Dan's expertise placed it at six inches---but it was thicker, fuller than most others. It was capped with a nicely shaped, fat helmet that was already beginning to form man-dew at its slit. Dan would liked to have kicked Kiel out of the bed and gone to town on the man himself, but he knew Del's main interest lay with the other boy.
Del knelt down on the bed behind Kiely and gingerly reached out to touch the creamy softness of his pale, white buttocks. Once he'd made contact it was as if the floodgates had been opened. Sighing deeply, he caressed the full curve of the teenaged boy's ass, running his open palms over every inch of the warm, desirable flesh. His hands traveled down the outside of Kiel's spread legs as the boy knelt there, his face stuffed with Dan's wickedly throbbing cock, then glided them back up through the redhead's inner thighs. At the juncture of the boy's legs, he slid one hand through the hard channel separating ass from genitalia and took hold of the sweaty ballsac dangling there invitingly. Lovingly kneading the furry mass, he reached even farther forward with his other hand and grasped the full hardness of Kiel's boycock. Kiel's appreciative moans were muffled by the donkey dick plugging his face hole as Del began to slowly stroke his pretty pink prick.
Becoming intoxicated by the arousing aroma of fresh boy ass, Del leaned in and planted a series of long, wet kisses across the surface of both beautiful freckled buttocks. Kiel excitedly wiggled his ass as the other man's hot breath washed over him and the stubble of his late evening whiskers deliciously tickled the tender skin. Easing himself between the folds of the boy's smooth ass crack, Del glided his tongue along the secret, forbidden trench, tasting the tangy sweetness of his young charge. Continuing to jerk the hard teen rod, he slithered his tongue back and forth through the deep crevice, heavily lathing it with saliva. Finally, Del zeroed in on the wrinkled little bull's eye, gnawing at it with the blunt tip of his tongue. Coming up from Dani's cock for air, Kiel practically squealed his delight when Del worked his wriggling tongue through the tight sphincter and started licking him from within. Releasing cock and balls, Del held the quivering mounds of Kiel's tight little ass widely apart and licked deeply inside the kid's fresh, young asshole. Kiel was thrusting his butt back against the good-looking stud, fucking himself on Del's slithering tongue while the older man thirstily devoured his sweet, tasty ass juices.
With his cock throbbing wildly, Del knew he just had to fuck this boy very soon or he might nut on his own. Reluctantly tearing his face away from Kiely's ass, he once again reached under to grab the kid's dick and fist it, hardly surprised that the boy was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Momentarily bringing hand to mouth, Del licked the sweet tasting boy nectar from his fingers before taking hold of Kiely's cock again. It only served to incense him to slam his rod into the tight young ass and take his cherry, but Del wanted to be certain Kiely was ready.
Slipping a middle finger into his mouth, Del liberally coated the fat digit with man spit and placed it directly on Kiel's tight, twitching pucker. His strong finger probed at the wrinkled folds of skin, gradually working the boy's virgin ass mouth open. Kiel tensed and gasped when the man's finger popped his bud and entered his asshole. Dan countered by thrusting his hips against Kiel's mouth, wedging more of his plump-headed cock down the redhead's throat. Kiely was both shocked and elated to release he'd managed to accommodate more than three-quarters of Dan's swollen nine incher and hoped like hell the huge club wouldn't damage his precious vocal chords.
Del pressed his wet finger in and out of the boy's body while he jerked the kid's rod with his other hand. When it seemed that Kiely's sphincter had sufficiently relaxed, he eased a second finger inside the steamy channel. Sweet little Kiely, the apple of his lusty eye, was riding his hand, pushing his cute dimpled boy ass back against Del. Horny beyond belief, Del inched the two wriggling digits as far as possible inside the warm body and began rhythmically finger fucking the teen. He released Kiely's sweet, fresh cock and grasped his own pulsing rod. Ever-thoughtful Dan passed him a tube of clear liquid lube from his trusty ever-ready supply housed in a compartment along the bed's headboard. Squeezing an ample amount onto his fat cock, Del stroked it along the full length of the rigid meat and then smeared more of the slippery gel over Kiely's boyhole.
Just as he was about to mount the boy, Dan surprised them both. Yanking his cock from the boy, he grasped Kiely under the armpits and easily flipped him onto his back. Kiely scarcely had a chance to react before the big, hot prick crudely plugged his mouth from this new angle. Dan's hands grasped him behind the knees and lifted his legs, splaying them widely open, exposing his naked asshole to the good looking blondish man fisting his excited meat. Dani wanted to lean over, take that man dick into his mouth and show Del what a desirable cocksucker he really was. But, acknowledging this as Kiely's night of deflowering, he reluctantly refrained.
Del scooted in closer and pressed the head of his trembling tool against the quivering hole. The big head stretched Kiel's ass lips open as the warm beast breached his virgin hole. There was a roar from deep in Kiely's throat as the fat tool inched its way inside of him, stretching his rectum to new dimensions. Del continued on, slowly and relentlessly, feeding the redhead his fuck rod until the last few inches were sunk deep into his ass. He stayed that way for a few moments, allowing Kiely some time to get used to the anal invasion. Kiely's ass ring clamped around the base of Del's prick as his ass trench tightened and pulsed against the stiff pecker.
"OH, YES!!!!!!!!!!" Del bellowed as his head fell back on his shoulders and his eyes rolled up in his head. "SO GOOD...FEELS SO GOOD, JUST LIKE I KNEW IT WOULD!! OH KIELY...KIELY, BABY!!!"
Del began to pull back and thrust, slowly at first, building up steam as the boy gradually relaxed and yielded his ass to the hot stud. Kiely was dumbfounded at how quickly the initial jolts of pain had become pleasurable. The fat cock inside of him had awakened his body to the joys of man love. He sucked even more feverishly on the bulbous cockhead lodged in his mouth as he ran his hands along Dani's strong, muscular thighs. Dani had a bird's eye view of the nice man dick bobbing in and out of the teen star's boy hole. Licking his lips hungrily, he watched intently as the fat shaft withdrew, pulling Kiely's clinging ass lips with it and then plunged balls deep back into the velvety recesses of the boy's rectum. His own ass was twitching and he craved a hot cock of his own. Realizing Kiely's dick was right there in front of him, he opened his mouth and greedily gobbled it right down.
Kiely rocked his pelvis up to meet each of Del's thrusts, which were coming faster and harder. Del's breath caught in his throat as his misty eyes wandered over the two beautiful boys 69ing in front of him while his pink, throbbing shaft made love for the very first time to little Kiely. He could feel the boy's sphincter muscles contracting around his beefstick as he plunged in and out of the awesomely tight young ass. Running his hands along the milky white flesh of Kiely's painfully spread thighs, he began to fuck harder and deeper still. Grinding his teeth, he hunched over Dan's body and forcefully slapped the dark haired boy's tight, chiseled butt cheeks. Dan moaned appreciatively and sucked on Kiel's nice prick with a renewed vigor.
Del slammed his fat dick all the way in the virgin ass, ripped it out, then plugged it back in again, battering the cute boy again and again. His steely prick was consumed to the balls each time. He realized he was sweating profusely and his breathing was increasingly rapid, but he didn't care. He'd waited so long for this and now that he had it, he couldn't control his raging libido. The usually quiet, mild man had become maniacal with lust. His hairs stood on end as he continued to fuck the young asshole clasping around his dick. Kiely was groaning like a dog in heat around the fat dick in his mouth, but Del no longer cared about the boy's feelings. His only concern was with his own pleasure, and he was getting more of it than he'd had in his thirty-eight years. When he was done with this hole---fuck it---he was going to bang the living shit out of Dan's bright pink hole, too. He wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck tender young boy meat until he couldn't fuck anymore!
Kiely was the first to nut, as big bad Del banged against his prostate once too often. His body tried to arch against the weight holding him down as his prick started squirting dick honey down Dan's rapidly sucking throat. He gasped and groaned, his ass twitching wildly around the battering ram beating away inside him as load after load blasted from his balls until they were spent. When Dan came up from his loins, licking his tasty chops, Del grasped him firmly by the back of his neck and hungrily pressed his lips to Dani's. His swollen tongue filled the exotically handsome teen's mouth as he tasted Kiely's warm cum along the insides of Dani's cocksuckingly perfect mouth.
And then Dani's firm, lightly muscled body began heaving. Shaking his head wildly from side to side and gnashing his pearly white teeth, the gypsy boy slammed all nine inches of his huge torpedo down Kiel's throat and blasted a load straight to the other boy's belly. Pulling almost all the way out, he flooded Kiely's mouth with surging waves of tangy ball juice, which the redhead valiantly attempted to swallow. The boy learned a great many things that evening, one of which was that he quite enjoyed the taste of spent semen.
The sight of hot cum trickling from the corners of Kiely's sweet, virginal mouth was more than Del could bear. With ears ringing, breath raging and heart pounding in his chest he shuddered violently and blasted Kiely's insides with his long pent-up man cum. It was the best orgasm he could remember and seemed to last forever. As he unloaded an unprecedented eight huge loads inside the boy's steamy, well-fucked ass he felt as young and vital as the two boys lying there on the sweat-soiled sheets basking in the afterglow of their thunderous orgasms.
Del fell down beside Keily and drew him close in his arms. The redhead cuddled into the heat of the older man's body, a satisfied smile on his freckled face as Del nuzzled his ear and showered him with little kisses. Now completely together, they would make it to the top, Del beside Kiel every step of the way. When Kiel accepted his Oscars, his Grammys and Tonys he would shock the nation by thanking Del---his manager, mentor and lover.
Dan looked over at the two of them, so lovey-dovey together. Love meant nothing to him; men were meant to be used as stepping stones in the running of his life. He'd used men to get where he was now, and would continue to do so in the future. And if ever he needed to use Del's expertise, he would, regardless of the cost---or loss---to Keily O'Mara.....