Chapter 7

It was strange to sit there and watch people coming and going. It also was weird knowing that Terry was at some guy’s place naked and having sex. He hadn’t really thought about it like he said, but he had been honest, he had no idea how he would feel, and sitting there, surrounded by so many people all looking for a night’s fun, he felt nervous and scared.

Rob “Uh, Ash, the guy over by the shooter bar, he wants to buy you a drink, interested?”

Typical fucking joint, see a good looking guy sitting alone and right away they pounce, shit Terry has only been gone less than 15 minutes and already they are circling.

Ashley “huh? What guy? Why would he want to buy me a drink?”

Oh shit, now what do I do? I don’t know who to ask, should I take the drink, or does it mean, fuck, Terry didn’t tell me about this part, I don’t know what to do, what is Rob going to say?

Rob “His name is Nigel I think, and I would say cause he finds you attractive and he probably figures you are a working boy”

Don’t know how naïve he is, but I don’t wanna see him get hurt either, maybe he works just like Terry?

Ashley “Working boy? Not yet, you know I don’t have a job, you think he, I mean… shit, I don’t know… 

Christ I am such a hick, Rob didn’t mean working in the same sense, fuck I am so stupid, do I look that type though? Is it cause I am alone here, or did he see me with Terry and so figured, or…

Rob “Why don’t I just tell him you aren’t interested, okay?”

He really does have the looks, wouldn’t mind doing him myself if I was into guys, wish I knew what I really did want though, would sure make life simpler.

Ashley “Yeah? Would you, I mean I really am not, you know, besides I don’t think I could that”

Ashley watched Rob walk back to the guy, Nigel, and he could tell that the guy was less than pleasant. Christ he sure hoped he didn’t get Rob into any trouble, the guy was being nice to him. Shit, he wished Terry were here to tell him how to handle all this. It really was new to him and he hadn’t ever been sought after, but to think they figured he was a prostitute, which kind of was upsetting. Was there some look or way a person acted that made them think he was one? Maybe he should really talk to Terry about it.

He could see Rob leave the guy with a sort of dismissal gesture and the guy was scowling, he could see it clear across the room and he could feel beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks as he averted his eyes. It really was an uncomfortable feeling, to have that guy staring at him, and he knew he was, he could feel his eyes boring into his back but he refused to turn and look, thinking it would only encourage the guy.

His head was bent down as he stared at the brown liquid in the glass. Every few seconds he would lift his eyes up to find where Rob and he watched as he took the guy, Nigel, a large drink and then he went away, talking to one or two people and as he went by Ashley, he smiled.

There was no real reason for it, but he felt a sort of hollowness at the pit of his stomach, and it wasn’t from lack of food or even the booze but more like a sense of foreboding that was trying to overpower him. It really did feel strange and the constant feel of the Nigel’s eyes on his back was creepy too. 

Terry lay back on the bed and watched as Jason started to undress. The guy was non-stop talking tonight which always meant that it was not going to be one of those normal dates.

Generally, he didn’t mind it when Jason was in this type of mood, because it always meant at least 2 c notes and there was no denying that he needed that kind of money now, after all, he did have a wife to support.

Just thinking about it made him smile and made his groin ache a little, which also was good for business as he could tell that Jason had noticed the way his dick was swaying. He may have thought it was due to him and Terry wasn’t about to let him think differently.

Ashley saw Rob talking with Carl who kept glancing over at him and then down the bar to where that Nigel guy was. Shit, they had to be talking about him and what was he going to do if he was kicked out, wait outside for Terry? Go back to the apartment and wait outside there? Fuck, why couldn’t that guy have just left him alone, now look at all the damn trouble he was in.

His stomach was doing flip-flops again and he could feel the bile rising in his throat as he struggled with his thoughts. There should be some course, some book to warn people about what to expect but then again, he sort of knew, after all the magazine stories were full of bar encounters, how this one send that one a drink and they fucked all night long, so he should have known, but he still was stunned by the whole thing.

Jason was smiling directly at Terry, and he could feel the guy’s desire just filling up his spacious bedroom. There was no doubt that to Jason his bedroom was the major room of his home.

As he bent over to take his shoes and socks off, Terry could see the way he kept his eyes on him. He rather liked that attention and he reached down with his one hand, slowly moving it down his short body towards his groin. He moved his legs apart a little at a time, gradually letting them spread apart so that he could keep Jason’s attention.

Terry almost laughed, as Jason stumbled while taking his last sock off, his eyes so busy devouring Terry’s every movement that he lost track of what he was doing. It was a heady experience to know he had that kind of effect on someone, and yet tonight, it just didn’t feel quite the same, not the same intensity or warmth that normally that idea gave him.

His heart was pounding as he watched Carl and Rob talk and when Rob left, he still felt like he was under a microscope. He could feel eyes on him no matter which way he turned and he grew even warmer, sweat began to simply run unheeded down his face as he found the only safe place was to stare at his drink.

Christ, this was how people spend their evenings? Staring into a glass of booze or at young guys and making them stare into their glasses? Fuck it sucked and he could feel a touch of anger growing, as the drinks were finally kicking in.

For his age, Jason wasn’t that bad looking. He stood at about just under 5foot 10inches and he had a full head of rather short-cropped brown hair. The touch of grey around the temples were actually kind of nice, and Terry thought it added a bit of class to Jason’s features. It made the 50-year-old insurance man look distinguished.

Looking at him as he finally managed to get his clothes off, Terry didn’t really feel any desire for the man, but then he never did for his tricks, but he did have to admit that Jason at least took care of himself unlike some others.

As Jason moved over to stand next to him, Terry could see that he was definitely in a good mood, his dick was already full masted, and so that would mean less work for Terry. He really didn’t mind all that much, as Jason was only about 6 ½ inches long and about an inch thick, so it really was no big deal to get him up if he needed to.

Funny though, rarely did he have to get a client worked up, usually by the time he had undressed the guy was rock hard, but there were times and he hated those times. It always took him longer and worse, he rarely got any extra for his troubles.

It really was like one magazine had put it, a meat market. Ashley managed to climb out of the glass and take a more real look at the bar and all the people in it.

Sure, some looked like they were with friends, but as he watched, he could see how they would always run their eyes over strangers who would pass or were sitting elsewhere. Then the leaning over to whisper comments and usually the laughter would follow.

He watched and felt sort of like he was dirty or something, the way he could see most of the older men staring at him, and if his eyes made contact he could almost see their lust for him. Ashley shivered as he wondered how Terry could even handle those looks, never mind actually go somewhere with them.

Ashley leaned back in his chair and stared out at the crowd. He could see the hungry look in so many faces and wondered if that was how he too looked. It really was a whole new experience for him, to realize that people actually did desire him and felt a small glow inside at that idea, and then his mind turned to Terry and his smile grew wider and brighter.

Jason “Looks like I got you on a good night sport”

Terry “Don’t you always Jason?”

Jason “Well some are better than others”

Terry “How true, so you going to just stand there? Or you going to climb in next to me and see just how nice of a night it is?”

Terry felt a bit queasy as he spoke to Jason and for maybe the first time since he started turning tricks, he started to feel like he wanted to throw up. God, he hadn’t felt this way for years.

He managed to quell the rising contents of his stomach and turn his mind back to Ashley and how he was doing. Bet all the bar fly’s would be buzzing and he smiled, his teeth gleaming in the darkened room and Jason reached down with his hand, to gently run it along the silky smooth chest, to let his fingers brush across the tiny hairs that were sprouting up down Terry’s chest cavity and he sighed, feeling the adrenalin rush that only being with youth could give him.

 

The place became rather noisy as time marched onwards and slowly Ashley felt more relaxed. The realization that people found him attractive enough to send him drinks or offer to buy him drinks was nice, but it was what they expected in return that would sour the moment for him. Was sex all that everyone here was thinking about? Didn’t it matter to them what the person thought about things, or how he felt about issues? Why did it just come down to what size cock he had and how good did he use it? Shit, this wasn’t what he thought gay life would be in the city but it seemed that it was and that made him sad. It also made him wonder if maybe all Terry was thinking about was sex too, but then, that didn’t feel right, even though Terry dealt in that stuff, he didn’t act like it was all he was into.

Maybe he had thrown himself too hard at Terry, maybe he should have given Terry time to think and then he would know if all he was, was a sex toy or something like that. Christ, sitting in a bar alone was not exactly making him feel loved or cherished, and the attention was actually becoming a royal pain. What was really pissing him off was that these guys didn’t know him, they had never laid eyes on him before and yet all they thought was that he was an easy score, an easy lay if they lavished enough drinks and money on him. Fuck, if he was desperate he might consider it, but he had Terry and…

SHIT! The thought bolted in his head as he sat there and he realized that in some ways he was exactly as these guys were picturing him. Wasn’t he letting some guy look after him and wasn’t that in a way selling himself because all he had to offer Terry was his body, which he had done and now they were boyfriends except for one thing. Terry was footing the bills and in order for him to pay the bills, he had to go out with guys like that Jason fellow or worse, maybe guys who were like that creep Nigel.

Fucking hell, he really was a whore too, and no wonder he was feeling all icky inside, like he was in some septic tank or field up to his bloody armpits in shit. The smile on his face rapidly was disappearing as his mind turned to thoughts of being nothing but a slab of meat, and that he had used his virginity to attract some guy, to get some nice guy to pay his way instead of him actually having to survive on his own. Was he any different than what these guys here thought of him?

His stomach was hurting now and pushed the half empty glass to one side and stared out across the bar room. He watched the old men as they would signal the waiters and then whisper into their ears and he knew they were sending someone a drink and an offer. Looking at Rob, he watched how he moved, the way he swung his hips and yet when he had watched him walking out of the apartment, there was no sway, no wild swinging of hips. It was an act too, one designed to get the old guys smiling, and to dig into their pockets for more drinks and more tips.

And what about the old guys themselves? They were alone and old, and to be alone facing dwindling days had to be scary so why shouldn’t they want to spend some time with someone younger or even be surrounded by younger guys? Would he feel any different if he was their age? Shit there was so much to think about and what was worse was that he knew that deep inside; he really wasn’t any different than Rob or Terry. Maybe in some ways he was worse because he really did want to be loved, he did want to feel that when Terry had his arms around him it was because he wanted him, and yes that did mean sexually, but there was more to it, wasn’t there?

Jason climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to Terry’s prone body. He raised himself up on one elbow while his other hand slowly massaged Terry’s taut stomach. He could feel the muscles rippling under his hand and it made him breath in deeply with a rising sense of excitement. There was something about Terry that always excited him, always seemed to move him into fanciful thoughts about a life spend with Terry at his side. 

He knew that was unrealistic, and besides everyone knew that a whore didn’t make for a good boyfriend or lover in the true sense. Sure, they could please you in bed and Terry certainly did that for him, but they just weren’t reliable or trustworthy, yet still Jason had his dreams, his fantasies and it did make for good sex. Jason beamed as he slowly moved his hand down to lightly brush up against Terry’s pubic bush, and he could feel the heat coming up from the boy’s body and it made his own body itch a little. He really did like Terry, and Terry never rushed him, never forced him to get on with things or if he did, it was done in such a way as to actually feel okay.

With a slight hesitation, Jason moved his hand down even further, letting his short stubby fingers play for a second longer with the dark thick bushy hairs and then they began to tremble a little as they reached out for the base of Terry’s rigid 7 ½ inch long cock. The warmth was inviting and Jason began to feel a little light headed as his imagination took over and his hearts dreams began to intrude on his reasoning thoughts. Ideas of Terry being unequal to the task of lover slowly fell away as images of him and Terry laying on a blanket over an endless bed of golden sand, a deep blue ocean stretching out at their feet and the warm soul touching rays of a tropical sun bathing their naked bodies formed in his mind.

Slowly he bent his head down and over Terry’s face and with unusual tenderness, he kissed those soft pale lips, feeling the dryness and yet sensing the hidden treasures of the boy’s body at the same time. His hand now started to gently poke and caress the hot cock shaft, his fingers moving slowly up the hard cock, feeling the blood pumping through the taut flesh and his mind once more conjured up its visions of tropical beaches and far off lands.

Terry had his eyes closed and yet he could still see Jason’s face looming over his own. He wanted to see Ashley’s face instead but his mind refused his request, showing him the older face instead. He could see the wrinkles on the forehead, the deep bags under the eyes from late night parties or business meeting and he sighed a little, wondering what he would like when he was 50. Would he still have his figure, would his looks have evaporated into wrinkled skin and dark spots on his arms from all that time spent out in the sun, tanning instead of being in an office working at some dead end job? 

He could feel his cock softening and he panicked a little, struggling to control the raging emotions inside and attempting to force more pleasant thoughts into his mind, but he wasn’t having much success. He wanted Ashley, wanted to feel him next to him and to feel his lips against his mouth not some bourbon breathed old man’s. Instead, he could barely see Ashley’s grin or the twinkle that seemed to always be in his eyes. He tried to recall how Ashley looked when he woke up and saw him cooking or how sweet he looked when they were looking over the new apartment. All of it should have been easy to bring up and yet here he was, struggling to even recall the soft lines of Ashley’s face.

Terry could feel Jason’s hand as it moved around his semi hard cock and he grimaced inside, feeling like he was dirty or something and yet somehow he managed to push aside the rising panic and raging doubts and at last he was able to bring up images of Ashley. They weren’t the one’s he had hoped for but still they were of Ashley and he could feel his body once more growing excited, once more being fooled by the thoughts and dreams of his heart or was it his mind?

No, it was his heart, because he knew that he really did love Ashley, that even when he had refused to fuck him, that Ashley was doing it not from fear of what he might get, but of what he might pass on. To think, he was worrying about all that, and yet he was a true virgin, so he had nothing to pass on but still he was worried for him. That had to be love, and that realization made his 7-½ inches feel like they were 10 inches. The ache in his groin was suddenly boiling up and he could feel his chest starting to heave as he felt the love Ashley had for him, slowly wrap itself around his pounding heart.

Terry let his dream take charge and the tip of his tongue shot out and lightly licked at the full lips pressed up against his mouth and he felt his arms wrapping around lightly, holding the cool skin of the older man and his legs opened a little wider as he started to push Jason’s head down to let his lips and tongue play under the hollow of his neck. He sighed and felt the waves of pleasure starting to flash thru his body but they were waves from the past, from when Ashley had leaned into his body, his fresh breath blowing softly across Terry’s warm pulsating torso.

Jason’s hand moved down past the shaking balls and he felt his palm resting under the pair of full balls. Tiny hairs pricked the softness of his flesh as he pushed up, pressing the full organs into the hot swaying pole above and he could hear Terry sigh, feel his chest heave a little more with the touch and he smiled to himself, his own fantasy roaring across his minds vision and he too began to sigh. A soft low moan every few seconds parted from his lips as he gently swung the balls around and up and his mouth eagerly began to press at the warm flesh of Terry’s neck and then at the hollow just under it.

He had one leg over Terry’s leg and he could feel the small hairs, as they seemed to sway under his touch. He could feel his own body perspiring as he could really see the two of them stretched out on a beach, nothing but a box of condoms and an ice chest of cold beer next to them. No one was in sight and nothing but clear soft blue skies lay above them as they just breathed in the smog free air of their own private island paradise. It was all he wanted as his lips now moved down and across the heaving chest, slowly inching their way to the thin firm nipples that jutted out from Terry’s young pecs.

His hand now let the full sac dangle below and he pushed up against the 1 ½ inch thick cock shaft, the palm resting firmly underneath the hot pole and he was sure he could feel the blood racing in and out from the thick pulsing organ. Every nerve in his body was on edge as he started to wrap his hand around the trembling pole and for a second he was sure he could hear Terry’s soul crying out to him, just as he imagined it would on their own tropical get away. Nothing else mattered to him as he continued to kiss at the firm pink nipple, his tongue swirling around the firm flesh and his teeth lightly biting at the tip, gently but still enough to let it know they were there.

With the image of a blinding tropical sun beating down onto his face, Jason moved his body to rest it on top of Terry’s own young lithe body. His hands now moved quickly up and down the warm fleshy sides and he could feel the body beneath quivering a little, and once more, he sensed a wave of excitement and desire coming from Terry that made his heart beat even faster. His body perspired freely now and made him sticky and clammy as he slid his short body down Terry’s own frame. His eyes were clouded by streams of sweat that poured down from his forehead and short-cropped hair into the wells of his eyes. Blinking didn’t help any and he didn’t care as he could hold onto his vision better this way anyhow.

Climbing down, his mouth moved all across and up and down the heaving chest of Terry. His lips caressed and kissed the warm young flesh, tasting the salt of his own perspiration as well as Terry’s, and it made him ache hard in his groin for something else that had a salty taste to it. His mind grew more clouded as his mouth moved across the soft belly, his tongue flicking out to circle and then fill Terry’s small belly button. He licked it hard, digging the tip of his tongue into the small opening and then as he heard a soft moan come from above; he reached down to run his hands down close inside.

His hands pushed aside the two legs, each hand running down between the thighs and groin and he could feel the heat now, like a door opening on a steel blast furnace, and he started to sway a little, his control weakening as his passion and lust began to rise. The desire to have Terry was becoming an obsession and his mind grew more desirous of holding the young body and tasting all it had to offer him.

With increasing speed, his mouth moved down the rippling belly and into the wiry hairs of Terry’s pubic region. Jason’s tongue was full out, licking and salivitating all over the warm wet flesh of Terry’s body and he stuck the harsh raspy tongue down each side of the hot groin. He tasted the warm flesh between the groin and thigh, enjoying the soft sighs coming from Terry and he loved the feel of the muscles shifting to his tongues touch. His mounting desire made him push up on the two legs, forcing them from their prone state to rise up and rest close to his face, the hot groin fully exposed along with the firm buttocks. His eyes never saw them, only imaging them on a background of golden beach.

Terry could feel Jason’s hot breath against his groin and in between but all he could think of was how Ashley looked earlier in the shower, when he couldn’t find any condoms and for some reason this vision, this image, made Terry feel an overpowering sense of love and compassion for the tall blond boy that had stolen his heart. He could think of nothing else but of how to please him and deep inside of his soul he knew that what was happening in reality to him was not the way to please Ashley in the long run. He could sense the impending doom to their relationship if he didn’t make some choices soon but the sight of Ashley’s face, the way his nose curled when he was about to cry or the way his shoulders would square off when he tried to control his breaking heart. It all combined to drive him wild and he could feel his legs lifting up, his body aching for the touch of the one who had his heart in his hand, for Ashley.

Jason could feel the way Terry’s body was enjoying his actions, which only made him go further. He reached down with his hands to rest both of them on the trembling rear calf muscles of Terry’s upper thighs. His fingers spread out towards each other, reaching for the soft flesh of Terry’s buttocks. The tapered fingers dug into the soft hot flesh, and he could feel the muscles, the way they shook and rolled under his pressing hands. His palms grew sweaty as he licked down and past the cock, past its waving invitation and even past the full balls that swung from the rolling tremors that were passing thru Terry’s young body.

He moved himself in more, his shoulders now digging into the backside of Terry’s legs, while his hands cradled and dug into the warm fleshy cheeks, his mouth quickly washed the full balls and for a second he sucked one of the hot full balls, letting it roll in his mouth and letting his tongue lick at it and around it before once more letting it free, to cool in the rooms air. His nostrils flared as he breathed in Terry’s man scent, feeling it fill his body with its intoxicating aroma and he could feel his whole body shake as the pungent odour filled him. He shook hard as he slowly started to lick just under the full sacs, the warm pink flesh tasted so salty and the perfume of the boy was strongest there as he let his eyes flutter, the vision of a setting sun over a Pacific Ocean filled his mind, the white fleshy cheeks glistening in the final rays of the sun.

Jason’s mouth moved down, his lips giving one final kiss to the throbbing root of Terry’s hard cock and he began to lightly lick the warm pink trail. Soft blond hairs wrapped around his swirling tongue but he pushed them aside, coated with his own saliva as he continued to move his face down. His hands now pressed hard into the soft cheeks, his shoulders angled upwards even more as he brought the boy’s ass up and off the bed itself, his legs hiked up over Jason’s skinny shoulders.

His nose pressed hard against the top of Terry’s rectum as his tongue was moving further and further along the valley of delight. Jason’s legs were trembling now, twitching in an uncontrollable spasm as his mind was in sensory overload. He could smell Terry, feel him and taste him all at the same time and his hard cock was starting to ache harder than he could ever remember and still his tongue moved slowly down the warm trail. 

He groaned as the tip of his tongue hit the soft pink muscle, the tiny hole that was Terry’s entry to nirvana, and he could feel every muscle in Terry tighten up in eager anticipation of what was to come. The muscles in his own body were already beyond tight; they felt instead like they were strangling his insides with their power and desire for release. Every part of his body was on tender hooks as he continued to circle the small puckering hole with the tip of his rolled tongue. He wanted to dive in, to press aside the thin muscle but he also wanted to enjoy the feeling, to savour the moment so he surrendered to his wishes and let his tongue slowly circle, never pressing in, just circling and making the body beneath him squirm and shudder with each flick, each touch.

With each flick of Jason’s tongue, he could feel a completely new set of waves come rushing up through his rectum towards his beating heart. His whole body was shaking and yet all he could see was Ashley’s soft face, the way he wasn’t sure if he should stay at the bar or go home, but all he did know was that he wanted to please him, Terry the slut. God what was wrong with him, why could having someone licking his ass make his body shiver when all he wanted was to be wrapped in Ashley’s legs? Was he that sick or that deprived?

Jason inched his fingers inwards from both sides, slowly and a little at a time, he moved his fingers closer to the walls of Terry’s valley of delight. His hands pushed the mounds of flesh and pressed downwards, pulling at the soft warm tissue until finally his fingers were at the edge and then carefully he filtered them out, spreading them as wide as they could go and once more he began to inch them forward, down the steep slope of Terry’s walls until the tips touched the hot centre of the valley itself.

With the tips of his fingers touching the sacred ground of Terry’s valley, Jason pulled them backwards to him, letting the fingers slide along the soft pink flesh floor until they began to dig into the sides. He stretched his hands and he could feel the tendons inside protesting but he ignored their screams, as he wanted it all. He pulled back slowly, feeling the warm air rising up to greet his nose, and could feel the trembling of his tongue as it stopped its motion, waiting for the unveiling of what it had been desiring all along. His heart was pounding deep inside of his chest and he could feel the blood rushing from his brain as his body jerked and he knew that his cock was dripping pre cum by the barrel. He ignored that too, concentrating on the slow steady pull of his fingers against the warm flesh of Terry’s cheeks.

The rapid breathing sounds of Terry managed to find their way past the wild beat of his heart that filled his ears and he heard his own answering groan, as he could smell the warm perfume scent of Terry filling his nostrils. His eyes watered as steady streams of sweat rolled off his face and everywhere else. He had never experienced such a deep powerful feeling as the one that was racing to and fro inside of him now and he felt his tongue quiver, his nostrils flare and flare again as he sucked it all in.

He withdrew his tongue back into his mouth and pressed his face full in between the cheeks, his hands holding back as much of the soft squirming flesh as possible and he felt his lips touching the hot shaking pink hole that was Terry’s sphincter muscle. He could feel the silky softness of it and the hot warm taste filled his brain and he felt his legs going numb as blood raced from them towards the throbbing ache in his loins. His balls slung upwards as he curled his tongue up inside of his mouth, waiting as his lips pressed hard and kissed the shuddering pink hole. Then with surprising speed, as the lips parted in their kiss, his tongue came snaking out with a fury and power he had never known.

The curled tip of the tongue sailed past the protesting pink muscle and dove deep inside of the hot steamy tunnel of love. It shot inwards, stretching the muscle until it no longer could feel and he heard the soft groan hiss out from between Terry’s lips. His mind felt encouraged by the obvious pleasure sounds and made the tongue now twist and turn as it continued to push deeper inside. He could taste the full body flavour of the young hustler and it was a taste he hadn’t ever truly experienced before. His head was swimming and he felt slightly feint as he pushed hard up into the soft cheeks. His chin was buried deep into Terry’s buttocks, his nose pressing just as hard at the top and he could feel Terry’s body surrendering to his invasion.

Jason pulled back slightly as he struggled for air and then with a minute amount of oxygen replenished in his lungs, he struck inwards again, harder and deeper he went, the curl no longer being able to be held and his widened tongue pressed hard against the silky lining, stretching the velvety muscles to their capacity. He circled his tongue, twisting it as far one way as possible, then back to twist it as far as possible the other way and each time he pressed his body inwards, forcing his face into Terry’s rectum, almost as if he was trying to work his whole mouth inside. He sucked hard too, drinking deeply of that strong scent of Terry’s body.

His fingers dug hard into the mounds of flesh, the blood drained from the sides and long pink streaks stretched on either side as he tried to pry open even wider the precious cheeks, to give him even more of the hidden valley and its wonders. The pain in his hands started to throb and he could feel his mind protesting at the nerves, willing them to ignore the pain and concentrate on all the new strange wonderful feelings that were coming up through his tongue and mouth and nose.

The long thick tongue was whirling away like a power mad drill at high speed and Terry’s body continued to buck and sway to each assault of the hot weapon. Jason could feel the body above, the way it was moving and swaying that he was really turning the boy on which only made him want to do more, to drive his tongue even faster and deeper into the warm sanctuary of Terry’s rectum. His tongue curled and uncurled, stretching the velvet lining to its maximum and then suddenly let it uncoil and then just as suddenly force it back again. On and on it went as Jason’s whole body began to vibrate to the spasms of his own taut muscles. The strength was slowly leaving and he could feel the flesh of Terry’s cheeks slowly pushing back his fingers, his grip slowly letting go as he struggled to press in even further.

Jason felt Terry’s hands reaching down for him, and when they could, they would grip him tightly as his body thrashed around with Jason’s tongue buried deep inside of him. It was totally awesome the way he was feeling and all he could think of was how much better it would be if Terry were his and his alone. He wanted that above all else and it drove him even wilder as he could feel the body bucking, feel the waves of love washing into the boy from him and from the boy back to him. He didn’t know anything about Ashley, just that he wanted Terry for himself, to spend their lives together on a lost forgotten island in the Pacific Ocean where he could taste this wonderful taste every hour of every day.

His tongue was sore and the hands on his shoulders were fresh and digging into him as he struggled to continue, but he could sense the power leaving him and he could feel the urgency in the grip on his shoulders. He knew that grip, he knew that it was telling him that it was time and he wished for more time, more time to dig deeper and harder into the warm inviting tunnel of love that was Terry but he just couldn’t, his body was failing him as now the pain in his hands started to take over and the dull throb in his groin became louder too. He could feel the tears in his eyes as he slowly started to surrender to the call of his blood gorged cock.

Ashley sat there watching the games everyone was playing. He could see how the room was actually divided, the young on one side and the older types off around the edges, as if they had staked out their spots so they could easily gaze at the younger guys in the room. He hadn’t noticed it before but it was like most of the older patrons were all circling and it was sort of how he was feeling too. Just like how many settlers must have felt when attacked by hostiles in those days, stuck in the centre while all around them raged the attaching forces.

He considered trying his hand at playing pool but as he looked over, he saw the same thing there. Young guys would be playing, when the women weren’t hogging the table, and a ton of older guys were sitting all around and he watched as they would point and grin as a particularly good looking one would bend over to make a shot. Some of the young guys he noticed seemed to sure take a long time in making their shots and he stared closer.

Pool wasn’t exactly his game but he wasn’t bad either and he would have liked to have a chance but as he watched, he could see that the pool table was more of a showpiece. It was where some of the young guys strutted their stuff, showing off their bodies to the gallery and he watched at how many of the better looking one’s always had a beer near at hand and yet he never saw them reach for a penny to pay.  Looking over the gathered older men he could almost feel their hunger as the devoured every move, every motion of some of the guys and he felt like it was a stage.

The same feeling of being dirty washed thru him as he watched the current pool game. The guy had at least three full beers lined up and he was never in any hurry to take his shot, no matter how easy it looked. He made it a point to slowly walk around the table; his back twisting and turning so everyone could get a good long hard look at his tight butt and full package. Ashley had to admit, the guy worked the room well and he wasn’t bad looking either which obviously helped. He wondered if that was what Terry did? Did he play pool to display that wonderfully firm and well-developed butt?

Shit, just thinking that Terry might lower himself to that level for free drinks irked him and he shook his head a little, trying to clear the image of his Terry parading around the pool table like some model on display. Why did Terry have to do this kind of stuff, after all he was good looking and he seemed smart, couldn’t he work at something less, well less sleazy?

Ashley stared at the hot guy playing and he jerked back in his seat as the guy was looking at him, smiling too and he was sure the guy knew what he was thinking, or did he? Did he maybe think that Ashley was looking for something from him? Christ, he had to be careful, first it was that creep earlier and now here he was being as slimy as the rest, staring and enjoying the sight of some guy he didn’t know. He glanced at his watch; seeing the time and he wondered how much longer it would be before Terry would get back.

Nigel “So what’s the deal man? You think you deserve special attention or what?”

 The voice so close to his ear startled him and he jumped back into his chair, scraping it and making the table wobble a little as his knee banged up underneath. His eyes were bulging wide as he turned his face to confront the snarling voice and find out just whom it was. For a second he almost was sure he would find his stepmother staring into his face but as he turned he realized it was the creep from earlier, the one who had spent most of the night scowling at his back.

Nigel “Hey! I asked you a question, your mammy never teach you manners?”

Ashley “Huh? Look, uh, I don’t know…”

Nigel “Shit quit your stuttering, what is with you man? You think I am not good enough for you? My money not good or what?”

Ashley “Uh, I think, uh, look, I don’t want any trouble, uh…”

Nigel “No trouble? Well you should have thought about that before, so what is it? My money is just as good as anyone else’s, you think just cause you don’t feel like it you can snub people like me, is that it?”

Ashley “Uh, really, that isn’t, I mean I didn’t snub you, I just don’t, uh, I don’t do that, that is all, I didn’t mean to…”

Nigel “Oh yeah right, that’s the trouble with all you street punks, you sit around on your fucking asses, letting us real people do all the work, protect your asses from the world’s scum while you live off welfare, well let me tell you a thing or two, I work damn hard and I deserve my rewards, so you owe me, you got that?”

Ashley “Uh, no, look I don’t owe you nothing, and I am not on welfare, so uh, why don’t you, uh, well, just leave me alone, okay? I don’t want any trouble”

Nigel “Christ, you must really think I am stupid or something, listen here street boy, I know your type, you fuck all night for whoever has the right amount of cash, sleep all day long and moan about how your welfare cheque don’t cover your drug bills, so don’t give me any of that shit, you hustlers are all on welfare, ripping us off in bed and in our tax dollars too”

Ashley “Look, I am not a street kid, a hustler or anything, okay? Now, look, just leave me alone, really, just leave me alone”

Nigel “Leave you alone? Fuck you you little puke, I don’t give a shit what you like or don’t, I have my needs and I expect service, even from a snot nose street puke like you”

Rob “Uh, Sir, please, you are bothering the customer and really I would hate to have to ask such a good customer as you to leave, but you can’t force a guy to be something he isn’t, now how about you go back to your table there and I’ll bring you a drink, on the house, okay?”

Rob had seen Nigel walking towards the exit and he had breathed a sigh of relief and had turned his back to fill an order. When he turned back, he almost dropped his tray as he saw the creep leaning over Ashley’s table. He just knew that it would mean nothing but trouble and he had left his tray and walked over, signaling Carl as he tried to defuse a situation before it got totally out of hand.

Damn fucking drunks, always it was the mean one’s who caused shit and on top of that, this one was mean before he got drunk. He was an ugly prick too but Rob could tell that the guy thought he was something special and from his own experience, he knew exactly what kind of trouble that always brought about.

Nigel “Fuck off, you bet I am a good customer, I spend a lot of dough in this dive, so unless you want to take Blondie’s place outside in the alley sucking on my dick, back off”

Ashley “I ain’t sucking your dick, look man, I am not a whore, so fucking leave me alone”

Fuck, everyone stands up for me when it is my job, my responsibility and not Rob’s or even Terry’s really. Shit, I am not that much of a wusse; I can take care of myself.

Nigel “Bull Shit, I saw you come in with that prissy thing, that cheap slut, so…”

The words were like a red flag to Ashley. He didn’t even realize really even, where he was. All of a sudden, all he could feel was this sudden rush of his blood to his brain and the sudden pounding deep in his chest as anger took hold over his whole body. The feeling of rage was blinding him, as all he could see was the smug ugly face of the jerk in front, the one calling Terry a slut and calling him one too. He had already insulted Rob, a friend, and now he was going to call Terry down? No fucking way, he thought, was this guy going to get away with that. The adrenalin was cursing thru his whole body now and the anger had completely blinded him to all reason, all sanity.

Ashley pushed his chair back and rose up from the table. His hands were balled tightly into fists and he could see Rob backing away, and he could feel his heart pounding as he started to turn around and confront the drunken pig that was calling his Terry a slut. The anger was raging inside of him and he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, and he tried to shake it off but he couldn’t. The fingers were like steel as they dug into his flesh and he winced from the pain, which forced his mind out of its blind rage.

Carl “I think you need some coffee Nigel, or maybe some fresh air, now why don’t you either go sit down and Rob will bring you a coffee or else, maybe call a cab to take you back to the base, which will it be?”

Carl loomed over Nigel and his face was set in granite. His eyes were hard and the way he held his hand on top of Nigel’s shoulders showed that he had no qualms about using force to get his point across. Ashley’s breathing was still a bit shallow and the adrenalin was slowly subsiding inside when he felt the fingers relax on his shoulder and he turned to find Rob standing next to him, and he realized it had been Rob who had held him back.

Nigel’s body was tense and you could see him flexing his muscles as his mind weighed his options. The eyes, however, never left Ashley’s face and he could feel the absolute hatred the man had for him as it hit him like a brick wall. His heart paled, as he could see that no matter what happened here, it wasn’t over and he couldn’t understand why. He hadn’t done anything, he was sure of that, and yet this guy would like to hurt him for no reason other than he had refused his offer.

Nigel “Stay out of this, I don’t need some dufus trying to tell me what I need or don’t, and I don’t really care what you think either”

Carl “Yes well if you ever want to get back into this bar, you really should care, now you don’t have much choice now, I think we can either call you a cab or we can call the Shore Patrol boys, so Nigel, you are running out of pleasant options, now you make the call, cab or Shore Patrol?”

His face was set hard, but deep inside he felt a sort of sadness at how people always seemed to forget that you got more with kindness than with bitterness and anger. Carl could feel Ashley’s anger and he understood it, but he also understood the bitterness that Nigel had. It wasn’t fair to either of them, but then booze had a way of making things just go that more whacko. Nigel needed help, he was too angry and one day it would lead to something tragic and Carl felt sorry for him, knowing that when it did happen, it would be too late to help him. Ashley on the other hand, was different and maybe if he had a long talk with Terry they could find a way to make it easier for both Ashley and Terry. At least, that was his hope as he waited for Nigel’s decision, knowing he would opt for the cab ride. No matter how pissed he was, he wasn’t about to let the Shore Patrol boys find him in a gay bar.

Nigel stared at Ashley and he could see the terror in the blonde’s face, which made him feel better, and he relaxed his body some. He didn’t want a fight in the bar, it wouldn’t look good if the Shore Patrol got involved either and besides, he had his own plan on how to get even with them all. He would show that ex monk a thing or two later, when he had the opportunity but for now, all he wanted was to show smug ass blondie just who he was fucking with. 

He couldn’t understand it, he was a pretty hot looking guy on his own, he could really have anyone so why the fuck was blondie being such a snob? Nigel knew that he could give him a good time, after all he was pretty fucking hot in bed, and all his dates told him that, so really, blondie was the one missing out, after all it was pretty obvious to anyone that he was the better equipped of the two.

Fucking street trash, always thinking they can just wiggle their cute little Asses or flash that toothy smile of theirs and everyone will kneel before them. Fuck that crap, if anyone is going to kneel it is going to be street trash here, and he’ll be damned if he’ll let him suck it easy, no fucking way but that will have to wait. He really can’t afford to have the SP boys around, besides the Navy really didn’t like their men in gay bars, but then maybe he could, and he suddenly smiled.

Rob felt a chill run up his spine as he saw Nigel suddenly go limp and smile. God what an evil looking smile it was and he could feel the goose bumps rising up on his arms and legs as Nigel just suddenly became all charm and niceness.

Nigel “Sorry Carl, guess I got carried away there for a second, the hormones, you know? I think you are right, I need some fresh air and then I guess I’ll get myself a cab and head back, sorry for the commotion, should have known that even hookers take time off. Another time blondie”

Okay Mr. Bouncer boy, I’ll not fight here, but one of these days you’ll get yours and I’ll be happy to be there leading the cheers and as for you blondie, well I am sure you will change your tune next time, that I can almost guarantee if I work this right, and I always work these things right, after all I am damn smarter than some street trash hooker, that you can bank on

Nigel turned and started to head towards the front area. Carl was right behind him to gently make certain that Nigel was leaving and Ashley felt his body shaking a little as the words knifed into his heart. He wasn’t a goddamn hooker, he wasn’t someone’s meat that he could dismiss so easily and he felt outraged at the comment and his fists were still balled up and yet he could feel the relief from not having to go further. Ashley never really did enjoy fighting, but he knew how if pushed. Fuck, why the hell did Terry have to go, why couldn’t they have just stayed home and made love?

He wanted to yell out ‘Fat Chance Asshole’ but he was still too confused and angry to take the opportunity. Besides that, it would only cause more problems and maybe even make the situation become violent and he didn’t want to start a fight, especially after one was just prevented. Christ, why the fuck were some people always walking around with a grudge? Just what did he owe a creep like that anyways? 

As Nigel walked out of his line of sight, he slowly felt his body relaxing and he started to sink down back towards his chair. His heart was slowly returning to normal but he could feel an anger inside, one that for some reason wasn’t subsiding but growing. He was mad that he couldn’t sit in a public bar without someone offering him money for his body, and he was starting to resent Terry not being there, not being able to help him deal with this shit and yet how was this Terry’s fault? Fuck, the guy was off making money to support him, as well as himself but still, it was for him that Terry had gone tonight. 

Man maybe the creep was right, maybe he was no better than any street trash, and after all, he was sitting here drinking while his boyfriend was on his back letting some old fart touch him. He should have been the one to earn the money, and yeah, even if that meant letting some other old guy touch him, least he would have been the one earning the money that would be spent on him.

Rob “You okay? Want another drink or maybe a cup of coffee?”

Terry is one fucking lucky guy, it must be nice to have someone that you care so much about you would be willing to fight for their honour. Maybe one day he would find someone like that, but then again, he wasn’t worth shit so why would anyone, guy or girl, ever want to defend him?

Ashley “Huh? Oh, yeah I guess so, uh, coffee if I can, fuck… I am sorry for all that, I…”

Rob “You are sorry? Christ’s sake, for what? Shit Ashley you didn’t do anything wrong, the guy is a creep, put it out of your mind, he ain’t worth the trouble. I’ll be right back with your coffee, cream and sugar?”

Ashley “Sugar, three lumps please, uh, thanks Rob”

Rob was nice, but he was wrong, it was partly his fault if not mostly. He shouldn’t have let Terry take off, and he should have handled himself better or at least known better. You didn’t argue with drunks and you sure as fuck didn’t do it in a public place. That was his mistake, he didn’t think before acting, and maybe if he would just fucking think first, he might avoid all this shit.

Rob “No sweat, be right back”

Ashley could feel himself trembling as he sat down and just tried to put it all out of his mind but he knew he couldn’t do that. He had been wrong when he said it didn’t bother him that Terry was a male prostitute, that at least was obvious now. Question was, what the fuck was he going to do about all this? Shit, never mind what was he going to do, what would Terry say or do when he told him about all this?

As he waited for the coffee, he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t tell Terry about this? After all, it wasn’t like there was much he could do about it now and all it would do would be to make Terry feel bad. He didn’t want that, but then again, it really wasn’t right to keep any secrets either. Terry didn’t have to tell him about what he did, and that was a lot more important than this, so maybe he would tell him but not right away, maybe after or in the morning. That would be best, because really, all he wanted was to snuggle up into Terry’s arms and just enjoy that feeling of belonging. Was that so wrong?

Jason had trouble catching his breath as he finally surrendered and let his hands relax. The hot cheeks pressed in on his own face and he breathed hard, trying to capture every scent, every particle of that special aroma that was Terry and yet his lips were dry and cracked, his tongue was sore and dry too and he slowly pulled his face from between the quivering flesh.

Pulling back he could see the hard cock waving in the air and his eyes glistened as he stared at the hard throbbing organ, knowing what he wanted next and knowing that it would be his too. His heart quickened again as he leaned over the trembling body and his hand reached for the condom on the night table. His fingers were excited and they fumbled for a bit but finally they managed to grab hold of one of the packages, Terry’s hot breath blowing across his sweat body, cooling it in a fashion, fanning the flames in another.

He sat back, resting on his haunches as Terry slowly slid his own legs down, the flesh shaking from the aftermath of his rim job and Jason smiled down at the young man, enjoying once more the beauty of his body. He loved the sweat-covered flesh, the way each drop or stream of sweat seemed to move in different paths. Each path determined by the rolls of skin or the trembling muscles underneath. Terry didn’t have much fat and his body was so golden and lovely, it would be perfect lying on his beach, off at that tropical island Jason was always dreaming about.

Jason moved closer, his tongue licking at his dry lips as he stared at the wavering penis standing rigid in front of his eyes. His hands were sweaty once more and the dried skin of his forehead suddenly once more sprouted water as he took a deep breath. He glanced upwards, along the shimmering golden flesh of Terry’s body to look into the warm blue eyes of Terry. He shivered as he stared into the soft blue clouds that swirled and floated before him and his hand trembled even more, the thin plastic condom package crackling a little as the fingers shook.

He couldn’t see past the blue swirling mist that filled Terry’s eyes but his heart started to pound harder none the less. His breathing became even more ragged as he struggled to fill his lungs with air and yet his soul was still dancing, feeling happy and excited just as was the rest of his body. Nothing was amiss in his mind as he took the swirling blue for Terry’s acceptance of his place with Jason, of his special place off on a tropical island, with no one but Jason to satisfy and please.

Terry heard the rustle of plastic and he knew that Jason had his condom in hand. He knew what was coming next and he shifted himself a little, letting his legs slide down to make it easier. For a brief instant he thought it would be nice to have something different, to feel something other than impatience and his heart turned once more to thinking about Ashley. He couldn’t get him out of his thoughts and it was like every breath he took was an empty hollow gesture because he was here and Ashley was at the bar. The ache in his cock wasn’t from the hot tongue that had only moments earlier filled his ass, but was from his need to hold and touch Ashley, not Jason.

As his eyes left the warm face of the young man, Jason caught a glimpse of Terry’s tongue as it lightly licked the lower lip and he could feel the raging force of his heart as it took it for a special sign that Terry was as excited as he was. His mind could find no other explanation and he fumbled now, his fingers sore and aching from the unbelievable desire that was welling up inside of him and he dropped the condom on Terry’s leg. He reached down to pick it up and he could feel the fire inside of Terry and it only made his own desire grow hotter and fan his flames of passion even more.

Quickly Jason ripped open the condom package and with his fingers, he reached out to grab hold of the still rigid cock. His one hand shook a little as it came close to the quivering pole of flesh and he coughed, the excitement making his throat dry and raspy. With a building excitement in his groin and a throbbing ache in his rectum, Jason grabbed hold of the swaying mound of hard boy flesh and he held it still while with his other hand he brought the lubricated plastic over to the top. Small drops of white sticky pre cum had managed to ooze out and Jason thought for a second. His stomach was eager and so was his mouth but the urgent cries coming from his rectum was too much and instead of licking up the sweet nectar, he placed the unrolled condom over the warm milk.

His fingers trembled and shook as he touched the blood gorged cock head and smeared the pre cum onto the condom. Slowly he started to unroll the plastic, watching it as it slowly covered the pink throbbing flesh. The sight of his hand moving so slowly down the hard cock shaft mesmerized Jason. He felt his lips drying and brittle and the pang in his heart was something he had never really felt before as he continued to unroll the condom and cover the hard cock.

Every nerve in his body was screaming at him as he finally managed to cover the steaming penis that still swayed in front of his eyes. He could feel the desire inside of him rising up, bursting through his outer shell and covering him just as the condom had covered Terry’s hard 7 ½ inch cock. He moved up the young body now, his legs resting on either outer side of Terry’s and he felt himself sliding up the groin, feeling the hard cock rubbing up against his sweaty flesh and he groaned. 

His face came upwards, ever closer and his eyes moved their gaze upwards as well. They watched the closing gap between them and Terry’s face come and soon his face was almost level, and he could feel the drool on the corners of his mouth as he stared at the handsome face. For a second he locked eyes with Terry but his desire was too much and his hand was reaching backwards even as he started to raise his body up. Instead of his chest against Terry’s chest, he now let his knees dig into the soft fleshy sides and he felt his buttocks lift up a little, his hand reaching past to grab hold of the hard cock he had just slithered past.

Jason’s face grew hard as he concentrated of fulfilling his own needs. Thoughts of what Terry might like or need never entered his mind as all he could think of was of relieving that itch that was growing more painful by the second. The muscles in his cheeks were coiled and ready and he could feel the warm cockhead as he shoved it between his own cheeks, letting the head rest snugly between the iron grips of his own twin peaks of flesh. He shifted his position a little and then he reached back one more time, to guide the hot throbbing pole down his own valley towards his own tunnel entrance.

The throb of his blood rushing to his cock filled his ears so he missed the small wince of pain that escaped Terry’s lip but even if he had heard he would have ignored it. All he wanted was about to come true as he pushed the hard cock down his valley and towards his own sacred opening. He felt the sweat dropping form his forehead onto Terry’s upper body and it made him smile as he shifted his position a little. Now he could feel the press of the 1-½ inch thick cock against his tiny hole and he sucked in air as rapidly as he could and then with a final glance downwards at Terry, he shoved his upraised hips down onto the waiting thick cock.

Pain lanced up his spine as the thick throbbing cock was quickly planted into his rectum and the downward thrust of his hips continued to press down, continued to force the shaking cock deep inside of his own body. He groaned loudly as he took the whole 7 ½ inches in one motion. The huge cock burst into his rectum and his muscles had no chance to struggle as the power of his hips drove the huge cock inside. 

The pain felt so damn good and yet he wanted more. He struggled as he raised his hips again, letting the huge cock slide partly out and then with even more force he drove himself down onto the hard cock. He felt his muscles protesting even harder and tears rolled down his face to join the stream of sweat that was pouring from every pore in his body. His chest was heaving with the strain and the race of his heart threatened to let it burst right out and still he struggled to drive his body even harder onto the cock.

Terry’s body bounced on the bed with the first push and he groaned, taken by surprise as Jason ground his bottom onto his groin. He felt his crotch sink into the hot flesh and he sighed a little wishing it were Ashley’s body and not Jason’s. His mind was too fogged and cloudy to tell, but all he wanted was to just hold him, to cradle him and his hands reached out to rest on the trembling legs that were over him again and again and again.

Each time he felt the legs slide from out of his grasp, and each time his whole body was crushed deep into the old mattress, the springs protesting louder each time, the sharp bite of metal reaching up to pinch as his own buttocks and yet all he could think of was that Ashley deserved more, that he needed to do more, t