A New Family Tradition

Author's notes: I've asked the Bjorns not to put 'long read' in the description hoping that some would at least get to this and give the continuing story of a father and son, both who stand at stud for money, a chance. Pat, the son, finds himself more attached to a con who is the bouncer at the bar, his Dad and the guy have a fight over him, he makes decides to make some physical changes and continues to realize he just plain likes to fuck.

Now for length. It's 7,500 words long which equates to about 15 pages. I enjoyed writing them, like my guys and hope the reader will find the story as interesting to read as it is for me to write. PJ

“You look used up”. Burp, working behind his own bar that day at the ‘Far and Away’ saloon, laughed as I yawned, stretched, shook off a late night which was now being backed up with an early morning. “Sammy’s quite the stallion….”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t there, this was a regular...nice guy, just a little too anxious last night….Something about getting home to his wife.”

“Hope she wasn’t expecting much….”

“Uhm….yeah, well, if she had any good questions, he better have had some great answers...shit, I didn’t get showered, in bed until...close to two….”

“So, Sammy?”

I almost laughed. “He, Dad, Tim went to a ball game…..”

“And after that? Anyone try an’ kick the extra point?”

I hadn’t thought about that. Who might have done what to whom was an interesting idea….if anyone did anything….they’d all slept at Dad’s so...just a matter of who bunked where….my guess? Sammy took the guest room...but I could be wrong. Surprised would be more like it. Given that likelihood, Tim probably went off to check on dead people with a smile on his face but walking...carefully; I knew what my Dad could do when...motivated. And, if Sammy had played audience, motivation to the max.

“Ask him, he should be around any time now….Tim was gonna give him a ride on his way to his first dead body….”

“There’s a job you couldn’t give me...”

“Well, he finds it….interesting.”

I thought about Tim’s job in Homicide. “We...don’t encourage him to talk about work…..Dad says they have a deal, before he shows up, if he’s been handling his….uh, clients...get showered also change his shoes…..Dad’s sensitive about bloody footprints...”

“Hard to disagree…..”

I really liked Tim, My Dad’s man, felt some reason to defend what he did…

“Well, no Homicide, think of the murder rate….”

Burp looked at me. “Pat, that’s just full of shit...”

Was, too, but I’d tried.

Sammy wandered down the hallway from the back, patted my ass, took up his usual spot by the end of the bar.

“Who won? Better, who was playing?”

“Guess you weren’t outside last night, called on account of rain.”

“Get rain checks?”

“Naw, Tim got us in on some cop deal….knew the security guy.”

“Must be nice to be around Tim... when there’s nothing dead….”

Sammy popped my ass again, this time harder. “He’s a good man, he and your Dad….”

“Sorry.”

“Well, that left the night to fill...”

“Yeah, went over to ‘Pockets’, shot some pool...”

“Didn’t know pools were in season, what’s the bag limit?”

That was too far.

Sammy usually liked my smarting off but this wasn’t one of those moments. Grabbed my belt, bent me over, pulled my pants down, I could hear him getting unzipped,…. “You know, KID, sometimes you’re just too much a wise ass.”

Didn’t even bother to finger fuck me while he got hard; When I was his target, sometimes seemed like he just stayed hard.

One straight shot and he was all the way up. He leaned over, took my neck in his teeth while he gave me what he thought I deserved, straight, hard strokes, no pause, just going for filling me up with Sammy cock. Always liked that.

Guess we’d stayed away from each other too long-must have been 18? 24? hours...as I gave in to my man fucking ….didn’t take him long until I felt his good warm sperm ooze into me. Pulled out, slid me back, down to the floor, no need to tell me what to do; Got him good and clean. Then up and kissed me.

“Good morning.” And smiled into my face while he fingered my neck where what he knew would be his mark. “May have that inked on you….there or take a hunk out of your tail, put it there….”

Burp applauded. “Shit, if I had that on film…..”

As we got our pants back up. Sammy got that ‘I remember something’ look.

“Hey, Tim gave me a number for the guy who wants you for fuck films, told me I might be interested in doing them with you. Said I looked like a real fucker.”

Burp stuck his two cents in. “Well, you should know….”

We both tried to stare him down.

“Thought Dad was….”

Sammy suddenly was serious. “Pat, what you do , have done, will do with your Dad privately is...one thing but….Tim said there could be some legal issues, maybe get charged with incest….”

We were all real quiet….thought about that.

“Fuck, you can marry a guy….all those fuckin’ videos, ‘bout dad and lad….”

“Yeah...but if you read careful, it says something like all the models are over 18 or ?Stepdad and son….doesn’t sound like the real thing.”

Burp turned the glass washer in the sink on too hard, water spewed up…. “Well, I’d rather watch you and that con fuck...” Sammy shot him a look “….more interesting….your Dads a good man but for porn...you want, well, what Sammy’s got, tough motherfucker ready to stuffed any ass he wants…..”

Thought about what Burp was laying out, he had a point. I saw Sammy as my man, a good guy, always protected me, only punched out those that needed punching out. That’s how I saw him. Walk in the bar, see him slouched over, mug in front of him, tats, the occasional heavy link bracelet, more tats…..the sign above him which didn’t say, it screamed, “Bad Ass Dude” followed by, “Don’t Fuck With Me”. Typical, truckers wallet in his back pocket with a chain looping round to attach to a loop up front, heavy leather belt, face that had been in more than one fight, probably won ….heavy boots...that’s what you saw. That’s what you were supposed to see. Sammy drifting over to a ‘situation’ that looked like it was about to get nasty, pretty much stopped it. No? Well, he worked there as the ‘bouncer’ although when whoever he bounced hit the cement, they didn’t bounce….didn’t move at all. Back inside, Sammy was calmly holding up his end of the bar, maybe dealing a hand of solitaire….and with the other hand feeling my balls…..while he winked at me.

I loved him because he was both those men, the hard nose fighter who didn’t give a shit what you thought, he got the last word. Then there was the Sammy laying beside me in his, well, apartment seems too generous a word, closet too small...the place he lived that had a bed. In the dark, one of his arms over me, pulling me close, rubbing my nipples, licking my neck, whispering so low almost as if he didn’t want me to hear him telling me that... he loved me….but I did, oh, yes, I certainly did. Good thing ….I loved him.

“Okay, what did Tim tell you about money for movies?”

“Gave me a name, number, said to call if anyone was interested.”

“Anyone?”

“Well, may have meant you an’ me.”

Which was exactly who he did mean.

Tim had to swallow a lot knowing that his man, my father, and me as well, hustled for money. Stood at stud, Fucked, sucked whatever you had in mind; Just pay us. Had done it for...a very long time and….this probably bothered him more than he’d admit….he was a cop, his man was a whore...he had a good job, didn’t need to sell himself….Me? Probably wished I could stay out of other men’s beds as well. Without asking or being told, keeping Dad off the screen screwing anyone was probably what he’d really like. What Sammy and I might do in the flicks….well, as his ‘kid’, he wouldn’t be thrilled but it was better than a father and son duet….

What I could never explain to Tim, something Sammy didn’t need to be told, I liked to fuck, liked sex, liked all kinds of it. For that, so did Sammy so objecting to what I wanted to do didn’t fly. He didn’t whore but, he told me this, there was a place I took guys, from the room next door, he could watch. And did. Ask him if he got off on that? Legit question. His answer was sure, sitting there, stroking it down, watching me take it up the ass, suck the dude…. but….this was kinda hard for him….”I’m there to make sure you’re okay, don’t need to see you...I know”. That’s when he’d turn away a little… “Anything happen to you…..” I got the idea which was another reason I loved him.

“Tim give you any details? I kinda remember he told Dad this was someone he’d hauled in way back, before he moved over to Homicide.”

“Yeah, one thing….said he’d worked with you before….that one was still selling real well not to mention what he’d got on a private sale….”

A bell, hell, everything in the steeple rang. Back when I’d just graduated high school, one of the football coaches said he’s be glad to relieve me of my cherry. That it was already mashed in a pie wasn’t something he needed to know….Stupid ass, even then I set him up without quite knowing how I did it. (I learned how….not too long after that. ?Convenient thing to know how to do.) We hit him for a gang of money then, through a hole in the wall, filmed my supposed being pronged to help me out of my virginity. (Had trouble spelling that one. LOL) Seems I wasn’t the only former team member he’d messed around with which made putting him on film and in a helluva mess even better. Beyond what he’d shelled out to me, the photographer dropped around the coaching staff office with an offer of silence also to do some concealing work on the picture…..anyway, that was the photographer. Okay by me, knowing he was already making dirty pictures, if you saw them like that, just meant he’d know how to do it, I’d get a fair deal and Sammy….I smirked to myself when I thought about his ‘screen test’.

“Who calls him? Me? Dad? You?….Tim?-just to keep it nice and illegal….” I’d already answered that question, least as far as I was concerned, but...before I did that, wanted to have a talk with Tim; If anyone was in a position to answer all the questions, and there weren’t many, I had, he was the man. After the lunch rush I dialed his private number and….got the recording that told me he was ‘unavailable’, leave a number etc. One thing I did not want to know was what-or who-was interfering with his availability….pretty much was sure I knew. Or there was the six o’clock news to confirm precisely what he’d been doing….

That afternoon we got our usual barrels of beer but delivered by a new man. Since Jerry had been arrested on a murder charge, not quite breaking my heart, there’d been a series of guys which also meant, on a couple of occasions, Burp was hollering at the distributor wanting to know where the hell our delivery was? The moral, if there needs to be one, is that...you don’t hire someone to do deliveries just because they’re strong, being new to the place causes problems as it had that day. Guess someone made a note about that so when the latest new guy showed up, he stopped to officially introduce himself, name was Cal, also to guarantee that he was a local boy, if it was around here, he knew where it was. Fine, encouraging….we did the Howdy’s gave him our names but after he left, Sammy seemed to not quite be himself….I asked. Didn’t look at me just mumbled something about hoping my taste for beer had disappeared.

Time to reverse courses. Sammy being jealous was...hard to even imagine but he was showing signs. Part of his protecting me, unfortunately, also included not being happy when some guy seemed too friendly not to mention he knew I sometimes had spare time that could be purchased. I’d been selling myself long enough to be able to size up the potential client, first whether he could afford me and then….did I want to do him? If you put up a line of pictures of guys I’d screwed then tried to find something, anything that suggested what they had in common-other than having a cock, balls and money-couldn’t do it. One thing my Dad had accidentally taught me was not to want too much; Early on we’d lived carefully, something I still did. Always had what I wanted, or knew how to get it but when it came to guys I was going to fuck, there had to be something to each one that interested me. Can’t say what...too different from man to man but just... different from the last guy ; No one wants peanut butter and jelly for every meal.

Cal finished his delivery, Sammy was moving toward sulking, an unusual mood for him, while I was just pissed off. One thing you don’t do with jealousy is ‘let it work itself out’ cuz it won’t; What it will do is get worse. Almost by accident I caught him in the back hall, head down, not quite annoyed at me but looking for a reason to be; That wasn’t going to happen. He was surprised when I whirled him around, pushed him against the wall, took a hand full of his nuts, gave them a hard squeeze while elsewhere I initiated the sort of kiss that means….. “I’m serious and that pain down there…..”

I was too close to him, his mouth was involved, and, to the hand clutching his balls, I added a knee. When I turned him slightly loose I looked right into his brown eyes….

“Down there, that’s how much it hurts me that you’re being this dumb shit about some guy delivering beer.” Kissed him again, this time his arms came up, held me and I knew whatever the problem might have been...wasn’t.

“Make ‘em hurt some more….Jesus, Pat, I love you…..remind me of that.” So I did. He almost bent double as I shoved my knee higher and harder but the point was made.

Finally we were just two guys holding each other, my knee was gone...but the lesson I hoped it taught stuck around.

“Need to call some picture taker to see a man about a graduation photos….”

“Tell me, I ain’t gonna shave anything more down there....”

Just to be mean…. “…..unless it’s in the script...I can see you, tied down, spread...me with a shaving mug, brush, straight razor….” He shuddered. Kissed him again, gave him a nasty smile, ran one finger over where his meat was.

“Ya know, that sounds real…..interesting.” Left him there just, I hoped, a little puzzled…

One thing I knew was that when Tim didn’t answer right away...he probably wasn’t going to call back any time soon. Best thing to do was get a hold of Dad, leave a message with him to have Tim get in touch….tell him it was about the movies...said he would if he saw him anytime soon. Once he was on a case, the next time he’d see him might be…? I understood, told him I loved him, hung up. In one way I was frustrated; I wanted to get started on the picture deal but….something told me I needed to hear what Tim had to tell me. Specifically, what had the picture taker done that got him sent off to do five to ten? Drugs? That was the end of that. Other things? I could overlook something with guns, fuck, I carried one myself, it was how it might have been used..Sammy, as a graduate of the penitentiary school of learning, couldn’t carry any weapon but….if he was standing beside me, he knew where to put his hand to get whatever might be needed then replace it; We’d worked that out on several occasions.

I knocked off early as I had what Burp called a ‘fare’ but was a paid for date. Guy I kinda liked, was all for the usual but preferred to be used as if he’d been a bad man who needed to be punished. Okay. Start with a spanking then go from there. Kinda depended on how bad he felt he’d been. Not only was he good sex but...made it almost fun. He’d been a client since almost before I was hooking full time; He’d like that I was young but already, as he put it, well seasoned. Also, I had a real good arm for spanking not to mention wearing the sort of belt that delivered the walloping that he liked.

We’d finished what might, or might not, be round one, were stretched out, relaxing when he brought up one of his sidelines; Body piercing.

“YOU were made for a bull ring in that nose. Not some little light weight half loop that you can stick up when you don’t want it seen but a good, thick ring; You’re a bull, stand at stud, show it.”

With which he slid down, stuck a finger under my nuts while his mouth greedily ate up my cock. He knew how to suck so I just relaxed, waited for the first spasm...hoped this might lead to an edging. And thought about what he suggested; That ring in my nose. Forgot it as soon as I got ready to blast off then realized that, yep, we were going for number two….

He’d taken a pause between what had been two and looked like number three. “Damn, Pat, you gotta get a smaller cock for this sorta thing.”

“Get on it, Cowboy, or I’ll put on my spurs…..”

He ducked down, started sucking, reached up, pinched my nips, first one side then the other, finally a good handful of both while his tongue worked into my piss slit.

I moan just before I thrash when I’m edged; Something he well knew but, this time, hadn’t tied me down, decided to go for the whole rodeo….and got it.

Sweat usually means you’re into what you’re doing or is being done to you. Both of us were moist, his back from where he’d been blowing me, down the fur on my chest from the great feeling of agony trying to force another gob of goo out my dick into his mouth. Seemed like three was going to max me out, felt kinda bad cuz that last shot was closer to soda water than full flavored jizz.

Don rolled over, lay beside me, still holding my now limp cock. “Shit, Pat, I wish we could do this every day.”

“Wouldn’t be any fun…..hell, we’re not through tonight and you’re worried about what you’d like tomorrow?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, tonight”. I reached down beside the bed fumbled around, my hand looking for what I knew was there. He turned his head toward me, big smile as he heard the clank of metal….

“Palms out or in?”

“Uh uh, gonna chain your wrists to your ankles then whale the shit outta your ass…..”

He raised his leg and arm getting ready for the cuffing, first one side then the other.

“Shame I’m all empty, looks real appetizing for a fuck...guess you’ll have to take what I’m thinking to use down your ass.” I finished getting him secured.

“Not that you got a choice but….whaddya think? Candy Apple or Blood Red?”

He started to say something which made it easier for me to slip a gag in his mouth.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be that hard…..” I finished closing the strap that held it in. “Hey, you gave me an idea….the nose thing….that’s a maybe but….like to get some bars in my nips….nod if you think that’d look good.”

He did, tried to mumble something; I guessed what it was. “Had you in mind to do it...make a real event some night, now...Oh…..”

If I’m spanking using my hand, sometimes I do it so that one finger goes up in ass on the down stroke but I knew his taste for pain so my hands would be busy….

“Uh…..How bout a nice fat fake metal cock shoved up there...maybe smear it with...” I pretended to think. “….Icy Hot or Mexican pepper sauce…..?”

Left him as he was while I went for the toys I needed for this. Found the cock dildo as well as, from the fridge, the hot sauce that even made Sammy’s eyes water; I put on latex gloves to apply it but, first, a spoonful dumped in Don’s Ass then a coating on the insert.

Stood where he could see me holding what was going in him….

“Too late, you’ve already paid me, no refunds.” With which I shoved it in. His eyes were already streaming tears….hadn’t even picked out which paddle.

No point in confusing him as to which hurt the worst; Just for the sake of experimentation I’d tried the hot sauce. Once. Holy Sheit. Never again. Which meant that I gave him a good spanking, sort of what you’d do to a teenager as opposed to an adult who was already paying the price.

Turned out to be Candy Apple Red when I finished. Fun watching him buck, try and avoid me, roll in pain with the pepper sauce….tears, full blown bawling...in short he’d had a helluva a good time.

Gave him a moment then oh so slowly plucked out the fake cock, noting that it dropped seed from sauce as it came. “Want me to pull the gag and let you take a blow on this?”

Even with the tears, his violent shaking his head was easy to read in any language. “Got a treat for you.” He didn’t look pleased.

Back to the kitchen, pulled out the special ice trays, took out one or two dick shaped pieces, headed back to the bed.

“This outta cool you down.”

Interesting contrast between the heat and the cold-both hurt but in very different ways. One thing, I knew the icicles would melt quickly and take away some of the burn from his innards. Not all, but enough so he could lay there, legs and arms in the air, his hole dribbling pepper sauce colored water…..

Hope he’ll like the picture I took.

I had him in the shower, my best body scrub, shampoo, even tossed in a shave. (Don was a good customer, never tipped but….for what he paid, didn’t need to.) There on the stool was one pounded, peppered, person. Never admit it but that’s what he’d wanted, that’s what he got.

“I think, if I still can, I heard you mention getting you tits pierced.”

“Bars, good sized, straight across.”

“Best for a guy. I don’t wear my metal when I, uh, spend time with you but, call me, set a time an’ well get your holes in you. Thought about the nose?”

“Ya know, great idea but, and I’m not saying no just not now...save one for me though.”

“Anytime, just let me know.

“Hope your tail hurts as long as you want….I can always put more into it.”

“Kinda like the guys who get some of my piercings...start off here, go to there and eventually, to Wow!.”

I let him sleep for a couple of hours, part of the service, gave him a late, late midnight snack, smacked him, lightly, on the ass as he left then gathered up my stuff….it was late but I was clean, wondered what Sammy had seen? So headed off towards his place. It was dark in the parking lot behind the motel...hadn’t walked ten feet before I knew I had a shadow, slowed down…..waited for it to put his arms around me, kiss my neck.

“Hope you were headed for my place.”

“Matter of fact, that’s just what I had in mind…..I’m a tired little teddy bear, that takes more out of you than some might think.”

“Yeah but that hot sauce….made me shudder.”

“Enjoy the view?”

“One of the things you do I enjoy...better ‘n fuck, suck an’ out the door. Seems like a nice guy.”

He had one arm around me, my head was drooping onto his shoulder.

“Sometimes, like this guy tonight, I think you’re almost a public utility. Gave him something he couldn’t get anywhere else, professional, what he wanted….”

“Uhm, some might say that I’m from the sewer….just a working whore, giving the customer what they want.”

He stopped, turned me so we faced each other, drew me to him, his arms around me.

“Pat, that’s shit and you know it. Like I said, you’re a utility, you sell what some men need. That guy left satisfied, may have hurt like hell but he expected to, just like flicking on the light switch, you expect light.” We stood there, two shadows that blended into one cuz they were kissing. “I wanna wake up next to you in the morning….an you’re gonna sleep in and late.”

I thought….yeah, that’s what I’ll do...sleep in, late, by my man. And then hope he’s feeling like he needs to be fucked cuz that’s what I plan on doing.

We got in his pick up, I leaned back. “Remember when you were a kid and couldn’t wait to drive? Then after you have to drive, Jesus S. is it nice to have someone else take the wheel.” And it was.

The next morning we not only slept in but just stayed in. His place was so small that having two men standing up at the same time was almost impossible particularly in the kitchen/bathroom. One thing Sammy had done that Dad always talked about getting was an automatic coffee maker. Wasn’t room in the kitchen so it sat by the bed which was really more convenient. He’d hung a couple of mugs from pegs underneath a shelf on which he kept coffee, salt, pepper and a goose-neck lamp. I kept meaning to figure out how many square feet- inches might have been better-the whole place had, never did.

No closet, his clothes all were on hangers which hung from a long piece of rope tautly strung across one wall. He’d elevated his bed for more storage, the back of his door was for coats...it was almost impossible to keep more than the number of spare rolls of toilet paper that would slide down the handle of a plungers. For all that, he was always clean, but having seen the place he came from, I often wondered.

I slept with him which meant we had to go the saloon to use the shower there, which was actually better as I’d added sprays and various gadgets to make the water come at you from everywhere. Also, we had bath sheets not towels plus, when we finished, we were already at work. But this morning we just quietly stayed by one another. Word here, there, nothing important. Kiss, he’d fondle my balls, I’d fondle his….

Ball fondling should be an Olympic sport, a guy can fuck or suck, all the other shit but...you can fondle balls, even your own which doesn’t feel bad, almost anywhere-you’ve always got all you need. Convenient and feels good. Also, it’s the sort of thing that can either go on to first base or just stay in the warm up pen.

Burp passed us. “You wanna play croquet? go outside….harder balls there.”

We broke, followed him into the bar ready to begin the day. Hoping that it was still early enough that a dead body wouldn’t have been brought to Tim’s attention I called and, great! got him. What I wanted from him, even though this guy had taken a video of me before, that was different, what he wanted was me to make porn flicks. I had no objection, just wanted to know, naturally, the pay scale and, if that was okay, just what was involved?

He was as informative as he could be...considering he was an officer of the law. This was a former ‘collar’ of his, I knew him, who was now making ‘extra money’ by making dirty gay movies; He’d remembered me, asked if he could put us in touch...we’d discuss the pay scale then. The one thing he did expand on was that before he was arrested a long time ago, he was a really good photographer, whatever he did, I should like. What I cared about was what I’d get paid to look good….his only response was that I could work it out with him, he planned on being real fair…..

I hoped his day would bring something he didn’t usually get-like….something living then hung up.

Since I was motivated I called the guy with the camera who I vaguely remembered. We’d had a certain kind of fun screwing over the coach who wanted to screw me so I knew we could work together. Little doubt he’d be pleased I was now a bit older, more...filled out not to mention far more experienced. (Whether he was aware of my other job? I’d find out.)

He called himself “Ace” which was fine-hell, I didn’t care if he called himself ‘John Doe’.

We didn’t need to go through much, we’d met, he’d seen me only thing to lay on him was...I had a partner I thought he’d like. He asked why...I said, well, how about a tattooed, muscled up ex con. That worked for him; we picked out a date when Sammy and I could drop by and we’d see what we could all agree on. One thing, having Sammy with me when we negotiated money might be...helpful. Since Ace had a legit photo job during the week, most of my weekends could be full….it was gonna be a couple of weeks until we could set up a date...which we finally did.

Went back in the bar, told my guy he was gonna be in pictures. I thought I saw the hint of a real dirty smile. Only had one comment.

“We’ve done it enough….I’d kinda like to see what we looked like doing it….”. Helpful attitude.

One thing. I’d seen enough porn to not want to make some fuck ‘n suck picture. Sure, that probably happened but….there needed to be something more, something that wasn’t in every flick, something…...I’d have to think up. One thing, when the camera turned on, I’d have something I didn’t have then; Pierced nipples. Maybe even some ink...after all, Sammy and Dad had fought about whether they thought I could, Sammy winning meaning that, yep, I could get inked. Guess both of them forget I was well over the age where what they wanted didn’t matter but, gotta tell you, it was nice to know they cared enough about me to get into it to settle the issue. That I’d already decided didn’t make much difference, still it was a warm feeling to know my man and my Dad were that interested. Just hoped they’d like what I did. When I did it.

One other call, Don, my piercing buddy. Had in mind a trade-why spend money when you can get what you want for nothing? There’s a saying, “Fair trade is no malice” and we were going to find a fair trade. I had a free Thursday, worked for him, said he’d bring along his ‘tools’. And, just in case, the bull ring…..I laughed, said sure and asked him how scorched he wanted his ass? His answer, which I liked, was that since this was a trade, we could each pick what we wanted….

That night, only way to do it, told Sammy that after Thursday I might have to avoid magnets; There’d be some steel in my chest.

Didn’t say much, just pulled off my shirt, got a tight grip on each tit, looked at me, smiled…. “Good thing we’ve been working on toughening these up.” Leaned down, gave each one as suck then took me in his arms, kissed me, looked at me…. “You’re more the man I want every day….guess it’s time to talk about ink.”

Based on that I fucked him silly, my way of saying, ‘thanks for agreeing..I want ‘em to look good for you…..’

“I got a guy I was in with who does primo work, only kind I’d let you get….tomorrow afternoon….tell Burp we’re busy, go see him.”

It was a good night; We were both happy being together.

Anyone who’s ever seen a tattoo parlor has a fairly good idea as to what they look like; Bright colors, the word ‘tattoo’ in about ten places, “walk ins welcome”. Illustrations of what must have been ‘after’-the ‘before’ wouldn’t mean much. Okay, so when Sammy headed into suburbia I assumed he had a errand to run before we found the guy with the ink in his guns. Wrong. Pulled into the drive of a very nice home, the sort built ten years before I was born, Ward and June probably lived there with Wally and the ‘Beav’.

As we got out Sammy looked around, said, “Ole Kyle’s done real good for himself, proves there is money in screwing the Feds.”

What looked like an animated billboard almost ran from the house, fell on Sammy, the two slapped each other to the point I feared for their lungs; Clearly they knew each other real well. Finally broke, both smiling, Sammy made it a trio by putting one arm around me.

“Hey, Kyle, this is him, the one I been telling you about, this is Pat.”

Another arm, Kyle’s I guess, went around me. “Thank the Lord he don’t look like no angel, hate workin’ on them, keep crying about their fuckin’ looks while they want more an more. Said he was a stud?”

“All day ‘n all night, comes from a line of ‘em-you should see his Dad, they’re almost duplicates….I’ll be bringing him your way if he ever can get off work.”

“He’s got a job?” Kyle whistled through his teeth. “Wow, and Mutherfuck, honest to gawd workin’ man….bet this kid...”

“Uh, Kyle, he don’t take to bein’ called a ‘kid’”.

Put on hand on my crotch. “Well, hell, I can see why he wouldn’t, that’s man meat there...but I guess you know that.” Gave Sammy a big smile.

“Well, hell, come on in, cain’t get nothin’ done out here ‘cept mow the lawn.”

In side….still made me think of Ward and June. Kyle solved that questions by waving his hand at the Sears Catalog living room saying, “Fuck, I bought the place furnished. Come on back to where I live.”

One turn into the kitchen and I knew we were approaching ‘where I live’. Dad or I would have at least rinsed the rising mound of eating stuff as well as cooking crap that rose from both halves of the double sink.

“Hey, wanta beer? I don’t when I’m workin’ but some clients, well, fuck, almost need to hit ‘em with a beer bottle, keep ‘em still.” He paused, looked at me. “...Not this one no sirree...I bet I could do the sinking of the Titanic on his nuts with rose thorns and he wouldn’t even yawn….”

Sammy just smiled.

“Okay ki….Pat, strip, lets see what we’re gonna do and where we’re gonna do it. I know you pro’bly got some ideas, your guy does and sure as fuck I will but I gotta see the canvas first. Lay up on that table when you’re nekkid, face down.”

He looked at Sammy. “Don’t worry none, I’m clean….you know I always fuck ‘em before I ink ‘em. Best way to know a guy is from the inside out. ‘Sides, I bet, whoever he’s done, never took it in the ass with a colored cock.”

Kyle was a testament to his own work. Lotta guys who get tats end up looking like nothing so much as someone cut out parts of the funny pages then pasted them on wherever there was a bare spot. Kyle, although he certainly had a great many subjects, each one was, based on what I’d seen, great work. Some were all in color, some were black and gray, some were black only but...whatever they were, I’d never seen better work. Sammy, tho he’d never mentioned Kyle specifically, had said he knew a guy who he wished had done all his work. Now, having seen the man and his work, could see what he meant, I understood completely. Just looking at Sammy, you could see the work, prison ink he called some of it, then there was what Kyle had either done or ‘corrected’.

He’d also stripped, was on his knees between mine on the table, his hands working my ass cheeks. Doing a good job, hard to massage back there to get it warm but he knew how….

“Hey, there’s a camera or two over there, wanta take some pictures of your guy gettin’ it? When I roll him, he’s gonna suck me off...always work better after I been drained. Fuck, have him do you, I think I’d like a shot or two of that….like the ones we have some place.”

I looked at Sammy then realized there was something I didn’t know but this wasn’t the moment to ask.

My guy just smiled, found a chair, leaned way back like someone who’s real good at leaning chairs without ending up on their ass. “I’ll just enjoy round one...have a good time, he’ll give you a good ride.”

Though he hadn’t said, I knew what he meant was this was no five and dime deal, what I was to do was the best I had, this was a true friend of his that he wanted the best for. Way back there were lots of stories that I might or might not hear one day but for right then as Kyle leaned down, ran his hands under my chest, took the nub of a tit between a thumb and fore finger, I could feel the hot head of his cock start in. He whispered…

“Thanks for making my Sammy happy….never thought it would happen...now, lets you and me enjoy the ride, I’m guessing I don’t need no stick shift to get you up to overdrive now do I?” I squeezed his descending pole as an answer… “Didn’t think so….No I Did Not.”

“Slow and steady wins the race” is a real dumb saying or would be ‘cept in certain cases, it was absolutely true. Kyle knew how to fuck-no question he knew how to do it, had been doing it, liked doing it but right now, really wanted me. Wanted to stick his schlong into me, feel me, realize that I was enjoying him, we were working together and the longer he worked me, the better it got. I am not one who groans but this time, oh yeah, that low, soft sound that says I am feeling it, give it to me, right there, oh yeah, just push it in. In my ear he was saying exactly the right things, the good things, the words that made me feel like I was doing him just right. Guess it’s something you learn in prison, I could feel his teeth clamp onto my neck, not too hard but tomorrow and the day after anyone looking there would know, look at me and smile.

In his so inviting voice. “Want him to join us? I bet he can take two….done it, know you have.” Behind us I could hear clothes dropping, pressure on the padded table, a little moving this way and that until….what I knew to be Sammy’s Cock slide down Kyle’s like it was made to be there. Got me used to the new size then….one went in while the other went out, slow, oh my God, slow and felt so good. From the feeling on my back, Sammy had reached around and was doing to Kyle’s tits what he was doing to mine. One of those moments, everyone wants it to just pause in mid air...felt that good.

“Damn, I gotta pull out, your stallion’s working me ‘an I wanta be full to feed him. You wanta take over? He’s primed and doesn’t have a gear left to pick up. Just let me pull….yeah, just like that.” He kissed my cheek. “Hope you’ll come back….this was….”

With one hand off to the side, I gave him a thumbs up….meant it, too.

Sammy was just enjoying the contact with me, occasionally moving in, around, just so I’d respond, make those sphincter muscles grab him, give him their own feeling….I could hear a click then another; Wanted them, wanted to be able to be alone and see him on me, loving me with his body, was grateful to Kyle who seemed to …. understand.

“Gotta call time, Pat, slide yourself toward the end of the table, you’ll find something waiting for you….good and stiff, full of tattoo ink milk, come on, you’ll like this one.”

And I did.

His body was bent forward thrusting a good looking piece of tube steak at me, just what I was hungry for. He expected me to take it all then just let it lay in there, the veins on the underside pulsing strongly, my tongue could feel them, tried to wrap around what he was feeding me, we were agreed on what to do, just did it. Only thing he said was….

“Do you want me to shoot down your throat or drink it up front?” I wanted to feel the slick silver come into me, let it slide down toward my gullet, slurp me like the best drink, grab him, suck him, make him give me all he had in him then refuse to give up...until Sammy batted him away then replaced him. He was ready, told me to stick it out, covered it with cum, lots of it….they both tasted rich and savory, just like men should taste.

I was exhausted, we all were, but Kyle had a sauna/shower which we sat in for...some long time. I leaned against Sammy, we rubbed each other, somehow I knew….this man was something more than a friend. Yes, he was going to be my artist but he was also going to be a man I wanted to be with, sleep with, let him fuck me just, I realized, as Sammy wanted it to be. They had been partners before now…..they would in a good way share me. There in the steam I got down again and just put my head on their laps. My reward was to have my face lifted, kissed….whatever it was, I was now part of it.

An hour later, rested, all of us, it was time for my first ink. I’d thought I’d known but after the experience, of my men, I was lost. Looked at Kyle… “You’re the artist...you know best.”

He silently kissed me, looked at Sammy. “I know you gotta have ideas for him, he’s yours….”.

We looked at each other, something had changed, I was more him, more his past, more his present then into his future…. “Lets start with something for a con…...”

“I got just the one.” He lifted his needle, plunged it in black ink then started it toward my face…. “Left or right?”

“Left….just don’t fill ‘em in…..”

I knew what getting tattooed feels like…..took Sammy’s hand, put it on my balls….looked at him. “I love you.”