“It’s time you little shits learned a couple of things,” I purred. “First off...never tease a madman.”
Liam moaned and whined, “We didn’t know...know you...thought you knew...we’re straight. An’...an’...you were cool...”
“There’s no such thing as gay or straight,” I said. “There’s only a connection between two people. Doesn’t matter what gender they are. Doesn’t matter what sexual orientation they claim to be. It’s all bullshit. I’ve fucked fathers and fathers have fucked me. I’ve even fucked women.”
Which was not entirely true. There was this an actress I’d met at a writing workshop and she was wanting it and I was thinking Why not because she had something extra. So after the workshop, one night, we snuck into a back area of this old theater we were using and were getting close and hard and ready to go before she got a text then pushed me back and said, “Shit, Garrett, I thought you were queer.” And rushed off.
Of course, later I learned she was using me to piss off her gym-rat actor boyfriend because he didn’t believe her when she said she could get any guy she wanted. She’d decided to show him...only he’d gone off to do karaoke with some of the other people and wasn’t there to rush in and beat the shit out of me for going after his girl.
Which was really fucked up, on her part.
So just to be an asshole, I got said boyfriend drunk, sucked him into a nice enough erection (if not the greatest dick ever) and plopped my ass onto him. Then I got him off by making him fuck me. And I made sure it looked like he was having a lot of fun doing it. Recorded it all, up close and personal, then inadvertently left my phone out for her to see.
She exploded and actually threatened to kill me. Stupid bitch. I’d thought she was better than that...but like many straight girls, when push comes to shove they retreat to being straight cunts. So just to be an asshole, not only did I suck him off a half dozen times, I got him to fuck me on four occasions...relatively sober...and I fucked him twice. Neither of which he really liked; just tolerated.
I doubt she knew about any of that, because she got him to marry her and they had triplets. They live in Seattle, now, and we exchange Christmas cards.
But back to Ben and his lovely eyes...that were wide open with worry and more than a little fear. This was going to be perfect.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I said, kneeling before him. “I’m not going to make you suck me off. Liam took everything I had in me. And I’m sure you saw him cum. Twice.”
“No, motherfucker,” Liam snarled at me. “No fuckin’ way...”
I glanced around at him to see he had managed to roll back to a sitting position on the couch...and looked quite lovely with his shorts half down and his dick showing outside his briefs.
“Fatherfucker, bitch,” I shot back at him. “And I recorded it, so shut the fuck up. My jaw is tired from how completely I worked your dick.”
I turned back to Ben. “So he’s spent. But you...” I caressed up his thighs, tickling them as best I could through the jeans. “You’ve got plenty in you. And I want it. But I’ve already sucked you off, once. Already cum in your face, once.” Then I chuckled as I added, “And Liam still says you’re both straight. Jesus...”
Ben didn’t move or try to say anything. He was smart, letting me keep talking. Hoping I’d talk myself out of what I planned for him. But no such luck, buddy. My memory of that bitch had given me the perfect idea to mess with Ben.
“This time, I’m going to prove to you what I said,” I said. “This time, you will fuck me.”
He shook his head, completely confused.
“Oh, but you will,” I said to him. “You will cum up inside my ass and I will record it. Once you have, I’ll let you go. Both of you. Because I know neither of you will even consider trying to do anything to me, in return. Not after that.”
I turned my phone to face Ben, and God, the picture he made...bound in the chair, full frontal shot, his elegant thighs slightly parted and his crotch bunched between them. His chest heaving. And even better? The tape was wrapped around him just above his tits, so no need to tear anything to get to them.
I stood up and removed my pants and CKs then pulled off my shirt. I was now completely naked...and semi-erect. And I know I looked good, doing it. I don’t have the biggest dick in the world, but it’s still damned impressive.
I circled Ben, trailing my left hand up over his left pec and across his shoulders. Bumped my dick against him, over and over.
He shook his head, several times, but he could not free himself. All he might do is tumble over, chair and all, which would achieve nothing.
I knelt to his right, making sure the phone had a clear view of his crotch, then unbuttoned his jeans and worked them down his hips. Not a lot, just enough to matter. That also shifted him along in the chair. I found he was wearing his tight boxers. This would be perfect.
I moved his shirt up to reveal his nips, both soft and brown and inviting, and tucked it behind the tape to keep it out of the way. That wasn’t as easy as it sounds. But soon I was able to lean in and lick and kiss and suck on one tit as I pinched and tickled the other. He squirmed and growled some angry words, but could not stop me.
Then I licked my way down his treasure trail to the top of his boxers. I slipped my fingers into their fly, decided the opening was too small for my purposes, so dug both hands into it and tore it wider.
Ben yelped as I exposed his gorgeous dick. It was at that midway point between soft and semi-hard. I saw the phone was getting a perfectly framed shot of it, so I began stroking him. Swirling motions with my fingers. Thumb gliding from its base to his dick’s helmet. Tickling his pubes and inner thighs. Making his dick bounce in anticipation of a joyous ride.
I cast Liam a look, saying, “This is what you two did for each other, isn’t it? Hand jobs. Didn’t mean anything but a little relief. No kissing. No caressing. Just stroking up and down.”
Which I continued doing to Ben. Nice and easy and steady. He kept squirming, but he was also beginning to fill in. Veins grew and pulsed.
“I bet you sat side by side when you did it. Ben using his right hand; you using your left. You seem more ambidextrous.”
“You’re full of shit,” Liam snarled. “Real asshole.”
“Yeah, Liam. All the clips I saw of you and Ben jacking off for Georgie. Getting bound and gagged by Georgie. Him running his hands all over you. Pulling on your dicks. Sure. Nothing more than that. Never.”
“He paid us for that! It was a job!”
Hmmm...that made me wonder. “How much?”
“Huh?”
“What’d he pay you? For putting his hands on you? For bringing him some of your sk8ter buddies to get molested? What’s your price, Liam?”
He just looked away, suddenly realizing he’d said too much..
“Y’know, I researched a script about a serial killer in Houston, back in the Seventies. Raped and murdered dozens of boys. Boys who looked like those kids down at the skate park. The younger ones. He paid two guys like you to bring him fresh victims. Couple hundred bucks each. A car. Drugs. All the good stuff. Sometimes they even helped him fuck and kill those kids. Like what you did with Smoke.”
“We didn’t kill nobody! An’ they all knew what was gonna happen. Signed off on it. Shit, what the fuck you think we are?”
“I think you’re a couple of cute guys who got drawn into something you don’t really understand,” I said, my eyes focused on Ben’s dick. It was so pretty, the way it jutted up from his torn boxers. The way it was anchored to his groin by two lovely balls just begging to be milked. The way he was close to being hard enough to use.
But I was in no rush. I loved the way it felt in my hands. Stroking up and down, my fingers light and easy on it. Tickling its head. Making Ben grimace and twitch and clench his legs and ass as the erotic feelings overwhelmed him. The sensuality of it. How in control I was, edging him.
I continued with, “How much did Georgie pay you for Smoke? You are the ones who brought him into Georgie’s lair, aren’t you?”
“I...I...I don’t remember. It was years ago.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I growled.
“I’m not. He was pushing to make some cash, Smoke was, and...and I don’t think Georgie paid me anything...”
I bolted up, grabbed Liam by the neck and yanked him over to Ben. I twisted my fingers around his throat, from behind, forced his mouth close to Ben’s dick as I snarled, “Suck on it.”
“Fuck! Shit! No!”
I tightened my grip on his throat, choking him. “Put him in your mouth, you lying little fuck!”
Ben’s dick bounced against Liam’s face, hard and ready.
“How fucking much did fucking Georgie fucking pay you to bring him guys to fuck?”
Liam tried to twist away but I wouldn’t let him, so he gargled, “Five hundred bucks!”
I released him, my voice still low and dangerous. “How many times?”
“First...first time, only. After that, it’s him and Smoke. Didn’t get nothin’ more.”
“How many others?”
He was close to crying. “Fifteen. Sixteen. Somethin’ like that.”
“There’s more guys than that in the clips.”
“Some come back. Brought buddies. Word got around. Georgie’s a good guy. Fun.”
“Cash. Drugs. Get your rocks off. No judgement.”
Liam just nodded, shaking, fighting to regain control.
Ben was glaring at me, his dick soft, again.
And all of a sudden, I was sad. And felt hollow. Like I’d just seen a truth I didn’t want to know about.
There was nothing unusual about what they’d done. Nothing scary. You could find something like it in any town, any state, any country. Just some younger guys letting an older gay man buy some pleasure from them. Fill a life he felt was empty. Maybe build a business to live off of, in the best way he could. No one would be hurt or killed...
Well...not always.
Not this time, anyway.
This time was just a situation that, by being so commonplace was actually pretty natural. It had been happening for thousands of years. Yet too fucking many people in the world were demanding it be seen as wrong.
And Ben and Liam had bought into that mentality, so were ashamed of being part of it. Fought to convince themselves they weren’t part of it...even as they used it for their own ends...
Which made me even more determined to show them they were a part of this world.
I lifted Liam up and put him back on the couch. His shirt was still shoved up above his tits with his dick still lolling out of his briefs. He looked so young and vulnerable, I began to think he was underage, again.
I touched his nips then pulled his shirt down his abs to trail my fingers along his treasure trail to his dick. I fondled him, for a moment, then slipped his dick back into his briefs. It was only the ass of them I’d torn. His cum was still drying on him, as was mine. I rubbed it. Spread it thinner. Then let my fingers drift down to tickle his basket, making him squirm.
“Why is having sex with a man instead of a woman so bad?” I asked. “It’s just a connection between two people. Why do you think it’s okay to get other guys to offer themselves up to an older man, even help get them off...then act like you’re not that way?”
“What you talkin’ about?”
“The way you and Ben played me. Thought I was just some stupid, desperate faggot who’d do anything to have a pretty boy’s dick in my mouth. Joking like it’s a game. Getting pissy because I didn’t go along with it, in full. Thinking of me as a queer there for you to use.”
“Rett...dude...you go it all wrong...”
“Do I? So tell me, Liam, if I offered you six-fifty to help me get Ben off, would you say no?”
“Don’t understand.”
“I’m talking six-hundred and fifty dollars to just kiss Ben’s shoulders and neck, from behind, and pinch his tits. Like you did on Smoke’s video. Help me get him hard, again, so I can sit on his dick and get fucked. Isn’t that what you want me to do? Get fucked?”
“That...that don’t make sense.”
“You want the money, or not?”
He shifted his gaze between me and Ben, and I could just see the gears whirling in his head. Thinking he might be able to get the upper hand if I got lost in being fucked by Ben.
Except...why would he want to? I was offering him decent money to just play around with Ben as I fucked myself on him. Like his best buddy was a blow-up doll with a cool dildo. Split the cash with Ben. Not even, of course. He’d been fucked, so he was worthy of more. But it’s still a decent payout...and what if...
“Make it a thousand?” he asked. His eyes sharp and cool.
I had to chuckle, then I smacked his thighs and rose, my dick even with his face.
“Seven-fifty,” I said.
“Nine.”
“Eight.”
“Eight-fifty.”
“Okay,” I said. Then I positioned my dick near his mouth. “Now kiss it.”
He hesitated, cast me a cool glare, then did. Just a light touch of his lips to the head of my dick, but sufficient.
I cut the tape off him. He rose and stretched and put himself back together, neatly tucking his briefs back behind his shorts as I sauntered into the kitchen.
“Where’s the money?” he asked.
I laughed. “I don’t carry that much cash. You got PayPal or Venmo?”
“Last one.”
“I’ll transfer it to you.”
“Before we start.”
I came back in the room with some olive oil and grabbed my phone. “Three-fifty, now? Five hundred, after?”
He nodded and gave me his info.
Ben watched us the whole time, scowling...but I caught a flash of al wink from Liam to him in my peripheral vision, and sighed. They still thought they could beat me at this.
I motioned for Liam to move to behind Ben, who started struggling, again, but less vehemently.
“Just kiss his neck and shoulders?” he asked. “Play with his tits?”
I nodded. “I’ll do the rest.”
So he did. I watched him bend down and run his lips up the nape of Ben’s neck as his hands reached over his shoulders to toy with the guy’s nips.
I took Ben’s now-flaccid dick in hand and got back to stroking. Pulling at him with more vigor, this time. Working him up and down and around and even rolling his balls, and in less than a minute he was growing hard, again. Not raging, but good enough.
I rubbed some olive oil on his shaft, working him into something even harder. He didn’t like it...but he couldn’t stop me. Before long, he was ready. I straddled him, my dick bumping into his face, and I guided him to my hole and let him slide into me.
And I nearly died from how perfect it felt.
How beautifully he fit me.
Deeper and deeper I let him in until my ass was tickled by his pubes. I clenched my hole and sphincter and everything else I could think of, making Ben gulp and jolt. Then I began to pump up and down on him, pulling at him every muscle my ass had, as hard as I could.
Ben groaned and shook his head and tried to shift away from me, but Liam kept him in place and continued to pinch and pull at his elegant nips.
My own dick was as hard as rock, by this point, but I let it just lie against Ben’s belly as I rode him...and rode him...and rode him...and rode him...
After a couple minutes, he began pushing back.
Which Liam noticed. An odd expression crossed his face, almost like he was thinking I knew it. And he began twisting Ben’s nips, his eyes locked on my dick as it rubbed up and down Ben’s abs. He didn’t even try to touch it. Just kept his fingers busy with Ben’s nips.
We worked at that rhythm for a few more minutes before Ben grunted and shoved hard at me. He came inside me, then I stood and stepped off him in time to see him fire another stream of cum straight into the air. Not a lot, but noticeable. Followed by another. As he gasped and groaned and leaned back to almost lay his head on Liam’s shoulder.
And Laim twisted around to fucking kiss his ear!
Bit at it.
And Ben turned his head closer to Liam’s.
So I let myself shoot, as well, and aimed it on their faces. A nice ling stream.
They sputtered and yelped, but there it was...like a string of pearls lying across their cheeks and noses and eyelids.
And my phone got it all.
And I chuckled, low and deep, because now Ben and Liam and I were brothers in cum.
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