We finished off the meal, and crawled back up the bed to rest. Both of us assuming similar positions (laying on our backs, one arm up and over our respective heads, or our left hands inside our robes stroking our full tummies, and both of us with our feet crossed at the ankle.) watching television.
I glanced at the clock and it read 3:30 in the afternoon.
"So what's next?" I asked Geoff.
"I'm supposed to call Corey at six o'clock to come and pick us up."
"Who is Corey?"
"He's a friend of mine who is studying Psychology at Chicago University."
News to me. This entire trip has been an experiment in my book.
"His dad has a boat down in one of the marinas and he is having some friends on it for drinks tonight. Then I thought we might hit a couple clubs downtown."
"Neither you nor I are old enough to get into clubs."
"Don't worry, I have a few ideas up my sleeve." as he raised his arm and pulled down the sleeve on his robe.
"I can only imagine." I said as I rolled onto my right side and looked out the window again. I closed my eyes, wondering what might happen next.
Geoff rolled over and cuddled up next to me, resting his head on his right hand while he reached over me and placed his left hand inside my rob. His fingers found my navel and started tracing circles around it.
"What's the matter?" he asked boyishly.
I let out a little sigh, "nothing" I replied, "I'm just tired, thats all."
"It has been a pretty hectic day so far hasn't it? Maybe you should take a nap before Corey gets here."
"Okay..." I said as I yawned.
Geoff kissed me behind the ear, and then got up on the other side of the bed and went into the bathroom. The last thing I remember was hearing the shower turn on, and then I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke some time later to something warm and soft touching my face. My senses had not had a chance to awaken, but I could easily smell urine. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to find an uncircumcised dick surrounded by reddish blond pubic hair, framed in a pair of plaid shorts rubbing up against my face.
I punched out with my left hand, making contact with the dick and screaming out, "WHAT THE FUCK!" my feet followed as I reared up and kicked out at the guy. He fell back against the glass window and I stood up on the bed. My rob open as I raised my fists ready to defend myself.
"Whoa Whoa Whoa buddy! Relax!" I heard Geoffrey say from behind me. I turned around and Geoff was standing in the hallway with his hands up. I looked back at the guy on the floor and he had fallen over on his side and was clutching his junk.
"What the fuck Geoff!?!" I hollered at him.
"Holy Fuck, my nuts!" moaned the guy on the floor.
Geoff walked around the bed towards the windows, "Corey are you okay bro?" he said with a slight laugh.
I was still standing in the middle of the bed. "This is Corey?"
"Yes dude, calm the fuck down, okay? He was just fucking with you." Geoff said, as he kneeled down to see if Corey was okay. He helped him sit up. Corey spread his legs apart, and cupped his balls inside his shorts.
"Fucking A!" he said.
"Shit man - I'm sorry." as I started to laugh.
"I guess I deserved that."
"Man, no guy deserves to be punched in the nuts." Geoff said.
I got down off the bed and help Geoff lift Corey off the floor and into the suede chair next to the bed.
"Do you want some ice or something?"
"Funny." Corey replied, "No, I'll be fine."
I sat back on the bed, and Geoff sat next to me. Corey opened his eyes, a few tears trickling down his cheek.
"So you're Christian."
"Yeah man, sorry about that. I'm just not use to having a dick in my face when I wake up."
"No, I suppose not. My fault bro - totally."
"No worries man. Are you sure you are okay?" He still looked like he was in a lot of pain. I must have totally nailed him.
"I'll be good as new in a few minutes. But I could use a drink."
Geoff perked up and went to the mini-bar.
"Sure man - is vodka okay?" Geoff said, looking through the little bottles.
"Don't you have any Jack?"
"Uh, all I've got is Crown."
Geoff grabbed the bottle, a few cubes of ice from the little freezer, and poured.
"Thanks" Corey said as Geoff handed him the glass.
It was then that I noticed Geoff was dressed.
"Where did you get the clothes?"
"Corey took me over to Macy's and we went shopping."
Geoff was wearing a white Ralph Lauren polo shirt with an orange logo, navy blue twill shorts with a flat front, and a new pair of light brown Marc Jacobs leather sandals. He looked sharp. His hair was cut and styled, and he was cleanly shaven. He smelled fantastic. I recognized it right away. It was a fragrance that I wore, Tommy by Tommy Hilfiger.
"How did you get to Macy's with no clothes?"
"I wore the robe and my shoes."
"Sure, why not" he replied. He didn't look the least bit concerned - but then again, why should he. He would look great in a garbage bag.
"We got you some clothes too..." said Corey after taking a drink from his glass. "Why don't you go put them on." he motioned with the whiskey glass in hand. "They're in there." indicating the bathroom.
"Really? Okay." I said, and jumped up from the bed and ran into the bathroom. Behind me I heard Corey say to Geoff, "He is cute."
"I know - right?"
"Nice cock on him too."
"Yeah..." said Geoff.
I forgot that my rob had been open, but I didn't care.
In the bathroom I found a white Macy's bag with a black Claiborne t-shirt, khaki twill shorts, and a pair of flip flops with a black leather strap. On the bottom they said, "Burberry". I put the clothes on and everything this fit perfectly. In fact, everything was almost a little snug, but I looked great. It was as if they clothes had been tailored to my body. I found some gel in the bag and styled my hair in my usual manner, brushed my teeth, and spritzed on some of the Tommy cologne that was on the counter. When I came out of the bathroom, I was greeted by their cat-calls and clapping.
I smiled and flipped them both off.
"Nice! Very nice!" said Corey
"Christian - you look great! Are you ready to go?"
"Sure - but where are we going?"
"Down to the marina, remember?"
"Yeah, my dad has a slip that he keeps the boat in and I'm having some people over for drinks."
"Sure - let's do it." and the three of us walked to the door. Geoff leading the way with me following and Corey behind me. As we got to the door, Corey bumped into the back of me, causing me to bump into Geoff.
"Easy boys, let me get the door open, okay?"
"Sorry" said Corey in a whispered breath.
I turned to look at him.
Corey was an attractive young man. He had light brown hair that was short on the sides, but with long bangs that hung down over his hazel eyes. He had a light complexion and a medium build. He was my height, 5'10", and probably weighed about 140lbs. I would have compared him to a tousled River Phoenix (before he started drugs).
"No problem" I smiled back.
We made our way to the elevator and down to the lobby. Geoff and Corey spoke of their friends in Chicago and how Geoff was a pussy for staying in Iowa and going to community college. Apparently, Geoff's estranged dad had offered to pay for him to go to school in Chicago but Geoff had turned him down. Geoff reaffirmed his desire to pay for college on his own and Corey told him again, "that's what parents are for!"
"No, not for my old man. It comes with to high a price."
I wondered what he meant by that. Was Geoff's dad a real asshole? We really hadn't had the chance to talk much about our families yet, but I suppose it was presumptive to ask such inquisitive questions after only knowing him for a few days.
Once we got outside, Corey gave the Valet his ticket and we waited for Corey's car to be brought up from the garage. Corey lit a cigarette and handed it to Geoff to took a pull off it.
"I didn't know you smoked." I asked looking at Geoff.
"Only when I drink." he replied.
"...and after sex." quipped Corey with a little laughter.
Geoff looked at me as if I disapproved, but I took the cigarette from his fingertips, put it in my mouth, and took a drag also - "me too." Smiling, I handed it back to him.
"Smooth" said Corey with a look of intrigue, "tonight is gonna be fun."
It was then, that I heard a car approaching from behind me.
"Ah, here's my baby!" Corey cried out.
It was a black Porsche 911 Cabriolet with black leather interior - and it was beautiful. Corey walked around to the driver's side, handed the valet a tip and got in. Geoff opened the door and I climbed into the backseat.
"Sorry, she's not really made for more than two people." Corey told me.
I hunkered down, and Geoff moved his seat up so that I could sit behind him.
"Are you boys ready?" Corey asked with gusto.
And as he punched the gas, we spun out into traffic, heading north up Michigan Avenue taking a sharp right on Balboa towards Lakeshore Drive, and then another right as we headed south to the Chicago Yacht Club. The evening was sultry, and the wind coming off the lake was cool. In the distance, downtown Chicago was lit up like a Christmas Tree, and on the radio Corey had slipped in a CD that blasted away techno-club music as he zoomed in between cars along the express way.
I felt like I was in a movie.
Geoff reached his right hand back between the seat and the door and poked at my right hip. I reached down to grasp his hand and he squeezed it. He wanted to make sure I was okay. I squeezed it back, and then he let go.
Over the roar of the wind I asked Corey how long he had had his car.
"Only a few months. It was a graduation present from my dad." he yelled. "What do you think?"
"It's nice... a little small."
"Yeah, like I said - its really meant for two people." and then he nudged Geoff with his elbow.
I looked at Geoff who looked at Corey, shook his head "no" and then looked out the passenger side of the car. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of past they had had together. Something was there, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know what it was.
Thirty minutes later we turned off Lake Shore Drive into the entrance to the Chicago Yacht Club. The gate had a card key access, which Corey inserted and the gate opened. Inside the gate was a main building that was relatively quiet for a Sunday evening, and beyond the building was the marina.
Corey parked the car in a spot with a signed that read, "RESERVED - Latham, D".
"Who is D. Latham?" I asked.
"Daniel Latham, that's my father. My parents have been members here for years. He is also on the board of directors for the club."
As we got out of the car, Geoff told me that Corey's dad was in real estate and that his mother was an interior designer. Corey had an older brother, Marcus, and two younger sisters, Chloe and Marisa.
"Marcus is a complete asshole and Chloe is a total princess. Marisa is the nicest one of the bunch."
"How long have you known them?" I ask Geoff.
"Corey and I met at Summer Camp a long time ago" and then he looked down at his shoes figuring I might come to some of my own conclusions about the two of them based on what Geoff had already shared with me about "summer camp". Corey must have noticed Geoff's shy candor when speaking about camp.
"Ah, did you already share our sorted past with him?" Corey mocked.
"Fuck you Corey, just get the keys alright?" Geoff rebutted.
Corey lit another cigarette, flipped Geoff off and went into the main building. Geoff and I waited by the car.
"Listen, Corey and I go way back, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about being here, okay?"
"Yeah, I promise. Just as long as you tell me about it later."
"Well, its not really something that we talk about, we just kind of try to keep it moving forward so neither of us has to think about it."
"Did you and Corey have a 'thing'?"
"I wouldn't call it a 'thing' necessarily. But we have been involved in a lot of intense situations together over the years."
"What kind of 'intense situations'?"
"Nothing I want to talk about now, but let me just say that you should be careful tonight. I don't want you to get caught up in anything that you are not comfortable with, okay?"
"Uh, okay. But you are making me a little nervous."
"No - don't be. Just stick next to me, okay?"
Corey came back to the car, keys in hand, and we made our way over to the pier. Corey unlocked the gate and we all walked down the platform onto slip.
Most of the boats were sailboats, but there were a few large trollers and power boats. At the end of the slip was a large white troller that had a dark navy or black bottom. On the back I read the name "Gypsy Rose Lee". There was a guy standing inside wearing all white. Corey walked across the gang way onto the boat, Geoff and I followed.
"Good evening Mr. Latham."
"Good evening Antonio. These are my friends Geoffrey and Christian."
"Good evening gentlemen."
Geoff and I said our 'hellos' and Corey introduced Antonio as the steward. Apparently Antonio had been preparing the boat for the gathering this evening. All the lights were on inside the cabin, a fully stocked bar was off to the right and there were sofas and chairs arranged geometrically inside the cabin.
"Would you like a tour?" Corey asked.
"I've already seen it." replied Geoff. "But I'm sure Christian is up for it."
Corey placed his hand on my shoulder and directed me towards the stairway on the left that led to the lower deck.
"Antonio, can you fix Geoffrey a drink please?"
"Yes Mister Latham."
I saw Geoff walk over to the bar and sit in one of the white leather chairs. He looked at me, smiled, and winked - as if not to worry.
I descended the stairs to the lower deck which had very narrow halls. The stairway was curved and at the bottom the hall branched out into three directions. I felt Corey's hand on my back as he guided me up to the intersection.
"This boat has five staterooms, two aft, two midship, and one in the bow upstairs. Each stateroom has its own private bath. Around this corner is the galley, and the engine room is down there (indicating a smaller stairway that lead down to perhaps another level.)"
"This is a yacht!"
"I suppose it is. I've been on bigger ships, but its not bad."
"Not bad? This is amazing!" I exclaimed as I looked around.
"You think so?"
"Yeah." I started walking down the hallway and opened one of the doors to a staterooms. Inside, the entire room was decorated in white and navy blue. Each item in pristine condition, and not a wrinkle in the bed linens. The bath was small, consisting of a small chemical toilet and a shower head. The toilet could be used as a seat while you were in the shower. Outside the bath compartment was a sink, mirror, and cabinets that contained various personal items.
While I was looking around the room, Corey came up behind me.
"So what exactly is the nature of your relationship with my friend Geoffrey?"
"He is my roommate at school."
"Oh, but surely there is more."
I turned around to look him in the eye.
"I see the way he looks at you."
"The way he looks at me?"
"Have you fucked him yet?" Corey asked rather bluntly.
I was surprised by his candor, but pulled it together. Geoff had told me to be prepared and to be careful.
"Why do you want to know?" I replied.
"Let's just say that I have a vested interest in Geoffrey's well being. I wouldn't want to see him be taken advantage of."
"Oh don't worry, he is perfectly safe. I think it is you that he needs to be worried about." As I said this, I patted Corey on the arm and walked past him back into the hallway.
Corey quickly came up behind me, spun me around and pushed me into the wall.
"You should mind your manners, FARM BOY. You are being rude."
His nose was millimeters from mine and I could smell the acrid tinge of tobacco on his breath.
"Why are you concerned about him?"
"Listen, Geoffrey and I have been through a lot together. I'm sure he probably hasn't shared all the little intricacies, but let me tell you that I know him better than anyone ever has."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Corey pulled back a little and had a look of surprise on his face.
"You really don't know do you?"
"Oh boy, are you gonna be in for a shock." Corey laughed, took another drag off his cigarette and walked towards the curved staircase. He turned to look back at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked again.
"Don't worry little Christian - all good things come to those who wait." he chuckled, and then he walked back upstairs.
What was he talking about? A vested interest in Geoffrey's well-being? What had the two of them been through? It made me nervous I made my way back up to the main deck where I found several other gentlemen had arrived. Geoff was still seated at the bar working on a drink, so I joined him.
"Hey, do you want to leave?" I asked him.
"Well, I just had a little encounter with Corey downstairs and I didn't like what he had to say."
Geoff perked up and looked me in the eye, "What did he tell you?"
"He didn't tell me anything, except that he has this 'vested interest' in your well being."
"Oh." and he looked back at his drink.
"Geoff, what does that mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything."
"It didn't seem like that."
"No, its fine, everything is fine." he looked up at Antonio, "can you make him one of these?" shaking his almost empty glass.
"Yes mister Geoffrey."
I sat down next to Geoff, my back to the bar, and looked around the main cabin.
Several older men, probably in their late forties to late fifties were standing about chatting, smoking cigars, laughing. I also noticed several young men our age fringing the group. A few were outside where we had boarded the ship, and a couple were along side the gangway just on the other side of the windows.
The music was low, something slow jazzy, and then Corey came forward from a hallway that had lead to the front of the ship. He walked up to one of the older gentlemen and whispered something in his ear. The gentlemen nodded and started walking towards us. As he did so, he made eye contact with me, gave me the once over, winked, and walked past me from where Corey had just come from.
"Here you are mister Christian." said Antonio, handing me my drink.
"Cheers buddy" said Geoff.
I turned to see him with raised glass. We clinked, and then he downed his drink again. I took a sip of mine - it was very strong and bitter.
"No - bottoms up bro!" and Geoff grabbed my glass lifting it to my lips.
I finished off my drink and felt it burn all the way down.
"Another one Antonio." Geoff proclaimed.
"Yes, Mister Geoffrey"
I found Corey outside talking to a young man quite intently.
I nudged Geoff, "who is that guy Corey is talking to?"
Geoff looked around and then locked in on them, "Um, I think that is Tyler Sheldon."
"You know him?"
"Yeah, he goes to school with Corey. Their parents are friends or something."
Corey and Tyler seemed to be having a rather heated discussion until Corey slapped Tyler in the face and pointed inside the cabin where the majority of people were. Corey turned and left him standing there. A few moments later Tyler came into the cabin and sat on one of the sofas. Antonio brought him a drink and Tyler slammed it.
One of the older men sat down next to Tyler and started talking to him. Tyler didn't seem interested until the older man grabbed Tyler by the chin and turned him towards him. The older man brushed the hair out of Tyler's eyes, leaned in, and kissed him.
What the fuck was going on here?
I looked around and realized that several of the older men that I had noticed only a few moments before, were breaking off and find younger men to talk and sit with.
"Are you two having fun?" I heard Corey say from behind us. I turned around and saw him pouring two more drinks for Geoff and I. Geoff didn't say anything.
"What kind of party are you having Corey?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what kind of party is this?"
"Its just a gathering of some of my dads friends from his Country Club, some business associates, and Yacht Club board members. We usually all get together at least once a month on a Sunday evening from some fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"Does it really matter?" he handed Geoff and I our drinks. Geoff slammed his again, and I sipped at mine. Geoff seemed to be getting hammered and I was feeling a little light myself.
"I think I want to go back to the hotel." I told him.
"Well, that could a little difficult." Corey informed me.
"Why?" I responded firmly.
"Because we are almost out of the break heading out to the open water."
"We are at sea!?!" I exclaimed, and got up to go to the window. As I stood up, my head was swimming. I reach out and grabbed on to Geoff and his chair and made my way to the window on Geoff's right side. Sure enough, the boat was moving. Off in the distance, I could see the lights from downtown.
Corey came up behind me holding my drink. "Here, why don't you finish this off. It will help you relax."
"I don't want anything more to drink." I found my words slurring and my vision was getting blurry. Surely I hadn't drank that much.
Corey pushed the glass to my lips and poured it into my mouth, I swallowed some, but then resisted. I felt Corey's hand grab the back of my neck and force the drink in my mouth.
"Just drink it - trust me - okay" he said in a harsh voice. I finished the glass, the burning continued in my throat and stomach. I looked at Geoff who had turned in his chair and was talking to a grey haired gentlemen in a sweater vest and khaki pants.
I called out Geoff's name but he didn't turn.
"Don't worry about Geoffrey, he is doing what he always does."
"Being a good little boy. Now why don't you sit down before you fall down." Corey helped me into one of the bar chairs. He then lightly slapped me on the face to wake me up. My head was spinning. I could hear what was going on, but my vision was blurred and I had a hard time focusing on Corey standing in front of me.
"Listen, I'm gonna need you to do me a favor, okay Christian? Can you hear me?" he slapped me lightly again.
"Ou, stop that! Yes, I can hear you." I said in an intoxicated voice. Then I felt a rush of warmth wash over me. I felt good. Almost to good - and relaxed. Oh man, what was happening to me.
"I need you to stay with Geoff okay? I don't want you to leave him alone. Just promise me you will stay by his side, alright?"
"Alright, I promise." and I couldn't help but giggle a little.
"Good." and he patted me on the cheek. I saw Corey turn to the man talking with Geoff and say something to him, then they both looked at me. Corey pointed off to somewhere in the back of the cabin, and then left.
The man talking with Geoff came up to me and said, "Good evening, my name is Mr. Boswell. Your name is Christian isn't it?"
"Yep, that's my name." I said rather happily.
"Well, with a name like Christian, you must be a good boy then aren't you." he asked.
"You have no idea how good I am mister."
"Well, maybe I can find out?" he asked me very politely. Then he gripped the side of my neck with one hand, while his other hand gently caressed my cheek.
"Well, maybe I don't think so much."
He laughed a little and then I felt him put his hand on my knee and slide his fingers under the seam of my shorts. Slowly he slid his hand up until I felt his fingers touch my dick. He felt around and then leaned in and whispered, "Oh, you ARE going to be a good boy."
My eyes were half closed, when another gentlemen came and helped Geoff up out of his seat.
"Hey, I'm with him." I slurred aloud.
"Yes, we know. Don't worry, you will be together I promise. Here, let me help you." and he put my arm around his neck and help me to stand. Then he led me down the hallway that I had seen Corey come out of earlier. Geoff was walking on his own, the older gentlemen holding his hand. This dude was helping me a little more than I needed, but I was in no position to put up a fight with him. Besides, he seemed very friendly.
At the end of the hall, the man with Geoff opened the door and went in. As the Mister and I entered, there was a strong smell of human sweat and shit. It smelled like a musty jockstrap and was dimly lit.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was Tyler. Geoff walked in and sat next to him. Mister helped me to the edge of the bed where I sat next to Geoff. I leaned over and rested my head on Geoff's shoulder. He reached up and touched my face, turned his head, and kissed me on the forehead.
"Oh, isn't that sweet?" said Mister.
"It looks like we have quite the couple here, doesn't it Samuel?" said one of the gentlemen. Then I saw the door close behind them.
"It certainly does." said Mister. I grasped ahold of that factoid - his first name was Samuel. Mister Samuel Boswell.
Tyler was the first of us to speak up after that.
"So what is it going to be gentlemen?" I heard him ask in a rather irritated tone of voice.
The other man backhanded Tyler hard across the face, and Tyler fell to the floor.
"Who said you could speak you arrogant little bastard! I've always told your father that he needed to be more strict with you and look what you've turned into Tyler - a pathetic little cocksucker - just like your brother! Your father has no fucking idea how truly fucking pathetic you are!" and then he kicked at Tyler and I heard Tyler yelp in tears.
"What do you want to do with these two Ed?" asked Mister.
"I don't know Sam, they look awful cute together. I think maybe they already have something going on together judging by the look on this ones face." he said pointing at Geoff.
"You might be right, Danny's kid said we should keep the two of them together; that it would really be something."
"Fuck what Corey said, he's a tool, just like his father." said Ed. He moved over in front of me and took a hold of my chin. "No, I want to see what this pretty one can do." Then he pushed both Geoff and I backwards onto the bed.
My eyes were closed, but I felt Geoff squeeze my hand and lean into me.
"Come on Christian, I need you to wake up - just a little - okay?" I heard Geoff say.
"Okay, but whats gonna happen." I asked him softly.
"Just kiss me, okay - and don't stop no matter what." he told me. And I did.
Geoff took his shirt off, and then my own. I felt his arms fall over me as he leaned in and kissed me softly. He whispered to me, "Everything is going to be okay - trust me."
"okay..." I said without hesitation. I felt very warm and happy. I was so relaxed, but when Geoff touched me, it felt so intensely good. Geoff lay on top of me kissing me, I could feel him grinding and pumping at my leg.
Geoff had his hands on either side of my face holding me, looking me in the eye all the while whispering "I'm so sorry" over and over again. Suddenly it felt like someone tugged at Geoff, and then I felt his bare skin against my leg. Someone had pulled his shorts off and he was naked.
Geoff started kissing at my chest and nipples very gently and it felt so good, he kept kissing softly down my stomach until he reached my navel where he circled it with his tongue. I remember running my hands through his hair.
His breath was hot, his lips moist and full.
I felt him unbutton my shorts and open them.
His lips continuing to softly kiss away at me. I felt safe for a moment. What was there to worry about, Geoff was here and he was making love to me again, just the two of us.
I didn't hear the voices of those men anymore so we must be alone.
I exhaled deeply, and then I felt a jostle and someone lay next to me. I opened my eyes a little and looked over to see Tyler's face next to mine. He was lying on his stomach with a pained look.
"Oh fuck!" he grunted under a whispered breath.
"What the matter?" I asked him.
"Shut the fuck up." he uttered, and then I saw his mouth open wide and his eyes roll up into his head. He exhaled heavily and started lunging at me. He was breathing heavier now. I tried to see what was happening behind him, but then I felt Geoff's lips take me into his mouth. The hot wetness engulfed me, and I felt tethered to him as he sucked and drew back off me.
"Oh, that's good."
"You like that?" I heard someone say.
"Oh yeah - that's real good."
Geoff continued to work on me slowly for quite some time. It was the pleasure I had quickly become accustomed to from him and I felt whole again. I smiled in approval and gratitude, when I felt a slap to my face.
"Why don't you suck on this" said a voice, and I felt the head of a dick press into my lips and fall into my mouth. A hand grabbed the back of my head and turned it towards the left. It was then that I felt it push further into my mouth and felt the tickling of pubic hair against my nose. The dick was soft.
I opened my eyes and followed the torso up until I saw Mr. Boswell looking down at me. He was completely naked.
"Come on boy, suck it!" he commanded. He pressed himself even harder into my face. I felt the head of cock pressing against my tongue, but it easily collapsed since it wasn't hard.
Then I felt heavy breathing on my cheek and felt someone slide up next to my head. It was Tyler, his chin was resting on my cheek, he opened his mouth. I felt Mr. Boswell pull out, and saw Tyler take him in.
I heard a hard slap, and I saw Tyler's eyes wince in pain.
It was a skin on skin slap, but I didn't feel anything. Tyler was shaken, and then I heard another slap. Tyler winced again and I heard Mr. Boswell moan.
My head was trapped under Tyler's, but I knew someone was hitting him. I had completely forgotten that Geoff was continue to suck my dick. Or was he?
Then another slap, and I heard Tyler moan around the cock that was stuffed in his mouth. He rose up enough that I was able to turn my head the other direction and saw the other man, Ed, giving Tyler an ass pounding. I could easily see Tyler's semi hard cock dancing and flapping against his abdomen with each thrust that Ed gave him.
Someone pushed on the back of my head, "get over there and take care of this little bitch." and they pushed my head again towards Tyler. It was then that I noticed he was starting to get hard.
I moved under Tyler, feeling his sweaty chest slide across mine, until I was able to take Tyler in my mouth. His cock wasn't very long, but really thick. It was difficult to move at all since Ed's thrusting was pushing Tyler's dick into my mouth with a regular forceful rhythm.
SLAP! and Tyler moaned out even again. His dick was definitely getting bigger now as the pressure against my tongue was getting stronger. It was like he was unfolding in my mouth. I used my left hand to try and move Tyler back a little, but it was useless. There was no where for me to go.
SLAP! "Oh god!" I heard Tyler cry out, all the while his cock was pumping into me.
I could barely see or feel anything other than pressure. Tyler's cock felt big and it was trying to go down my throat. It was then that I felt pressure against my asshole.
SLAP! Mr. Boswell pull his dick out of Tyler's mouth just long enough for Tyler to shout out "Do it again sir - please?"
SLAP! "Oh yeah..." I heard Tyler say.
SLAP! "Oh god, that's it - don't stop!"
SLAP! and Tyler moaned around his mouthful of cock.
SLAP! Tyler's cock started to push against the back of my throat and I couldn't hold him back any longer, I relaxed and he slid in past my tonsils. I could barely breath around the head of his dick, so I took as deep of breath as I could, and I swallowed him whole up to his hilt.
"FUCK YEAH!" I heard Ed call out.
"Did you see that Ed, he finally took all of him."
Tyler began to pump my mouth with incredible force. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out.
"You like this big dick up your ass Tyler? Huh?" exclaimed Ed, pounding forcefully into Tyler's ass. His thrusting was so hard that Tyler dick continue to fuck my mouth without any effort of my own.
"Yeah, FUCK HIM!" should Mr. Boswell.
Tyler let out a long guttural moan around the cock in his mouth as Ed continued to slap his ass.
And then it happened. Tyler exploded with one last final slap to his bare ass and dumped his seed into me. I choked and gagged, and in doing so further stimulated the head of his cock causing him to convulse and shake on top of me. He collapsed on top of me, driving his cock deeper into my throat.
Ed was still pounding away at his ass, and then I heard Mr. Boswell blow too.
"FUCK YEAH TYLER!"
The thrusting stopped, and I heard Ed violently jerking off for a few seconds before I heard him shout out, "OH... FUCK... FUCK...".
Tyler shuddered on top of me, his dick still firmly in my mouth. I could barely breath, and then I felt my stomach wretch, and with a tremendous heave, I vomited all over Kyle and myself.
Kyle pulled out, leapt off me, and I felt someone turn my head to the side as I continued to throw-up on the bed.
"I think it was to much for him Sam."
"I think that little fucker Corey gave him to much" Mister slapped at my face as I continued to heave "you alright boy? You gonna make it?"
I shook my head yes and was able to catch my breath, spitting and coughing all the while.
"Nah, I think Tyler here gave him a little to much." replied Ed.
I couldn't see Tyler, nor could I feel Geoff anymore. All I heard was the two men talking.
"I think we broke him in well enough."
It was then that I felt Geoff sidle up next to me and begin stroking my hair.
"Are you alright?" he asked me.
All I could do was nod "yes". He kissed my cheek and held on to me tightly.
"Let's give these two a break, I could use some fresh air - it really fucking stinks in here." said Ed. I heard the door open and then close.
"Are you okay man?" I heard Tyler ask me. I continued to spit and clear my mouth onto the bed.
"He's going to be fine Tyler."
"Geoff, what are you doing back here? I thought you were done with all this shit."
"I was, but Corey said he needed me one more time."
I continued to lay there on my side listening to their conversation - trying my best not to pass out. I just kept focusing on my breathing. They spoke of the parties and how a couple other boys were able to break away from Corey and his little side business, but that some of the older guys had made requests for certain boys and were willing to pay more.
"Am I supposed to be flattered or something?" I heard Geoff as Tyler.
"Man, I don't know. I just can't believe your here."
What the fuck was happening here? What kind of life did Geoff have before I met him.
"Go lock the door, we've got to get Christian up and out of this bed." I felt Geoff pull me up. I opened my eyes and saw Tyler lock the door.
"Christian - I need you to stand up, okay?" I heard Geoff say.
"I think Corey gave him to much 'X'. Look at him."
X? As in ecstasy? They fucking drugged me? Tyler and Geoff pulled me up and took me into the bathroom where they sat my naked body on the toilet and started the water. It was cold, brought me around quickly.
"How could you do this to me Geoff?" I asked him.
"I'm sorry, okay. I needed help and I didn't think you would be willing to go this far."
"You didn't tell him what this little cruise was about?" asked Tyler.
I saw Geoff shoot him a nasty glare and then Tyler shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm sorry if I choked you man." Tyler said to me. Geoff continued to run the water over my back. "You do give a mean blow job though."
"Thanks" I said under a shuddering voice. I was getting really cold. "Is there any hot water?"
"Sure buddy." and Geoff turned on the warm water.
I was starting to feel better.
Then we all heard a knock at the door.