Chapter 8

“I think the questions is, are you ready for the next round?….  what do you think Mike?”

“Oh I think so…  at least he looks ready to me.”

“Aren’t you two the funny ones tonight…..”

“Well quit your damn talking and get that scrawny body of yours up here boy..”

“Aren’t we the macho man all of a sudden…”

“Yeah, well doing it with a dream date has that effect on me Randy….  so come on…. get your bod up here between us and we’ll see what we can do about making you a part of this team…”

Scott had lain there, enjoying the banter flowing around him. His whole body felt drained, and he didn’t know how he could go another round, Mike was so damn sexy though, he didn’t think he’d really have a problem.

He listened with one ear, throwing his two cents in now and then, yet when Mike had made the comment about dream date, his heart seemed to skip a beat. He gazed over to Mike, to see that he was staring right back at him. Damn it, Mike had that smile on his face and for some reason, it seemed to make Scott very excited and hard.  He didn’t think he would ever be able to get another hard-on after just a few minutes earlier, and yet he could feel his cock rising solidly between his legs.

Randy crawled onto the bed, not sure if he should go further, but Mike’s smile and gentle prodding to get up there was too much for him. How could he refuse to be between these two hot men?

“Come on Randy…. slide in between us here…” Scott said, patting the small space that had developed between his and Mike’s bodies.

They didn’t make much room for him, even though he didn’t need much, it still was a tight fit. He crawled up the bed, his legs brushing against two very hot sweaty men. He could feel his pulse quicken as his body scraped upwards, feeling Mike’s rather hairy legs on one side, and the smooth blonde hairs of Scott’s legs on the other side. It really was a unique feeling for him.

Finally he made it up to the head of the bed and twisted himself to be on his back. He had little room for his hands, so he wound up putting one around each of the two men, and in unison they managed to lift their heads to let his arms rest underneath.

“So guys, what’s on your minds?”

“Well Randy.. seeing as how you are the cause of all this, why don’t you just sit back there and maybe Scott and I can come up with something to ….. I don’t know… shall we say …. thank you?”

“Yeah Randy…. I think Mike has a good idea…. you just lay there and see if maybe us older types can come up with something to, uh… shall we say.. entertain you?”

Randy turned his face from one to the other and saw a strange sparkle in both sets of eyes. He also noticed the way they mostly looked at each other, even while talking to him.

His heart felt a twinge at that, and he knew that Scott was indeed more than just attracted to Mike. He had seen Mike’s desire for Scott earlier, but now it just seemed to ooze out of him, from every pore of his body and Scott was drinking it all in.

Randy had seen confusion in Scott’s face earlier has he had sensed Mike’s attraction for him. Now, well now all he could see in Scott’s face was total rapture of Mike. He sighed, thinking of how he would never have that feeling, at least not that it would ever amount to much. Briefly he had thought he and Scott could get past his background, but not now, not with Mike in the picture.

Mike could sense Randy’s unease, least he thought that was it and he glanced down to see the young prostitute that had brought him together with a man who had captivated his heart. He felt a small pang as he saw the clouded eyes and he realized that Randy had a bit of a crush on Scott.  He saw Randy glance up to him, and he smiled, the same smile that had turned Scott’s heart into a molten mass of liquid, trying to reassure Randy. It had the effect he hoped for.

Randy could feel a sense of warmth as that damn smile of Mike’s seemed to just flow through his whole body. He could sense and almost feel the kind nature of Mike, as they looked at each other.

Scott watched as Mike seemed to reassure Randy. He felt good about that, the way Mike seemed to care for Randy, and his feelings. Maybe Randy was right, maybe this really was more than just a physical thing. He was happy, as he felt he owed Randy more than a pat on the head, thank you and then show him the door. There was still something about Randy that made his heart groan a little.

He could see the way Mike was mesmerizing Randy, and it made him feel happy. He reached across to touch Mike’s hand and he could feel Randy’s body jump to his touch. The young skin felt hot and it was almost as if he could feel Randy’s blood flowing along underneath.

Mike turned his head slightly to see Scott’s blue eyes peering into his own. His heart did one of those flip flops and his hand moved off his own leg to reach across Randy’s prone body.

The touch of Randy’s young flesh against his hand sent a small jolt into his body. He could feel a small tremor running through his body and as his finger’s reached those of Scott, he knew that he was about to open a whole new area of his life. He smiled even wider, and both Randy and Scott seemed to hold their breathes.

Scott’s heart skipped a beat as his fingers touched Mike’s. He turned to his side now, forcing his own muscular body tight into the side of Randy. A strange feeling started to course its way through him and he pulled his one leg up and laid it across Randy’s one leg, pulling it slightly apart from the other. His knee rested upwards, aimed more towards Randy’s groin than anywhere else. His hand was playing with Mike’s but on top of Randy’s stomach. Scott could feel the strong young stomach muscles rippling as he played with Mike’s fingertips.

Mike could feel something was happening deep inside his body. The mere touch of Scott’s finger tips made his penis jerk and he rolled over to his side to face both Scott and Randy.

He pushed himself up against the young body, feeling Randy’s ribcage under his own chest. Slowly he rubbed his leg over Randy’s and was amazed at the feel of the soft white skin, and then he pushed his leg up and over so it rested on top of Randy’s own leg. He felt the fine hairs of Scott’s own leg on the other side and now they were touching in two places.

Randy was turning his head from one to the other, watching the way the two men were slowly joining themselves together through his own body. He felt light headed all of a sudden as he could see sparks flying between the two hot men. His breathing became shallow as he felt his legs pinned to the bed by the weight of two different legs.

He could feel the way Scott and Mike were playing with each other’s fingers that he was in for an interesting ride. There was something exciting that he had never felt before. His stomach muscles were doing weird things, as they felt the two very powerful hands resting on them. It was something he couldn’t put his finger on, but damn it felt hot and good.

The two bodies pressed against his side and could feel two very powerful penis’ pressing against his hips and he wondered who was going to be the one to enter his relatively virgin ass. He hadn’t let too many people do that to him, but somehow, he ached there now and he hoped that one of them would do him that way.

He closed his eyes briefly, thinking of what it would feel like to have one of them entering his young tight ass while the other was in front of him doing god knew what. His penis jerked in the air, standing straight up and his heart started to beat faster.

Randy jumped as he felt the moist tenderness of a kiss on either side of his face. Blinking, he saw the tousled blond hair of Scott brushing over one of his eyes as his mouth was pressed against the lower part of his cheek. He could tell that Mike was kissing him on the same part of the cheek, but on the other side.

A small groan escaped his lips as he felt them kissing him, both of them moving down his face to the side of his neck, their hands now gently rubbing his stomach and then briefly touching each other. He couldn’t believe this, the way they were taking their time, making every part of his body come alive to their touch.

His legs twitched and his toes arced outwards under the ministrations of the two men. Mike was now kissing his shoulder and his hand was now delving deeper downwards, playing near his belly button and the small tuft of his pubic hair. Scott was kissing the hollow of his neck and licking him while his hand moved along his lower chest, gently pushing at his pecs.

Every now and then the two hands would slide either down or up so that the fingers would briefly touch the other’s. It was a totally amazing feeling, as the two men kept in touch, as if to signal to the other the next step in movement along Randy’s body.

He was breathing hard now as Mike was kissing his arm then back to his cheek, then he would lick him around his ear lobe, gently flicking his rough tongue for a brief entrance to his ear. A soft echoing roar seemed to be all he could hear as Mike’s hand was stretching down, down toward his aching groin.

Scott could feel the tremors running through Randy and even through his own body as he licked the hollow of Randy’s chest, then slowly started to reach over to the pink shaking nipple.

Scott’s hand had gently pushed and prodded the pecs, making them tender and ready for his mouth. Slowly he advanced his lips and tongue towards them, gently flicking the tongue along the perfectly smooth young skin. He could taste Randy’s body, the saltiness of his flesh as he moved towards the pink erect nipple. His hands playing carefully along the chest, reaching all over, lightly playing over the vibrating body.  His leg pushed down harder as his mouth came closer to the nipple.

Randy groaned loudly as Scott’s tongue jabbed at his nipple. He felt so alive at that second and just as the tip of the tongue touched his nipple, Mike’s fingers touched the base of his fully erect penis. His whole body seemed to tremble and he knew that he was never going to forget this night. His own arms flexed under the two men and he seemed to pull them into his body even more as they worked their magic on him.

He could feel Scott’s hand on his head and felt the fingers playing with his hair. He could feel the other hand now reaching downwards, towards mike’s hand and yet his mouth was gently over his nipple, the tongue licking all around it one second, then flicking at the tip of the hard nipple the next second. Every now and then his teeth would grate against the hard sensitive nipple and he would moan and squirm.

Mike no longer was kissing his arm as he moved his mouth to meet the other nipple. His hand was playing with Randy’s pubic hairs and every now and then his fingers would caress the base of the very hard penis. He could feel Scott’s face as he slid down to lick at the unattended pec. Scott’s breath was becoming hard now as he sensed the close presence of Mike.

Suddenly Randy felt the two hot mouths raise themselves off his aching body and he glanced down to see Scott and Mike locked in a deep passionate kiss just between each of his saliva coated nipples. His body seemed to revel in the sight and he tossed his head back onto the bed, closing his eyes and feeling like round one had just ended. His body seemed to gather itself awaiting the beginning of round two and he didn’t have long to wait.

Scott could feel Mike’s face next to his and he glanced over to stare into Mike’s dark eyes and suddenly he found himself kissing Mike’s lips. Their hands had met at the base of Randy’s cock and the fingers were splayed all around the thick throbbing cock base, entwined with each other and pressing down on Randy’s crotch, the penis in-between.

They kissed hard, almost taking each other’s breath away with the intensity of the kiss. Just as suddenly as they had joined, they broke apart, staring off into each other’s sparkling eyes. Images of flying doves and trees blowing in a wind seemed to pass between them, and a strange calm came over their hearts. The rapid pounding of both organs seemed to quieted down and they just looked at each other.

Scott could feel Mike’s desire for him in the look, and he knew that Mike could see his own desire. They slowly moved apart, and started to return their attention to the wriggling Randy.

Mike moved his head down to kiss the hollow of Randy’s sweating chest. As he did he moved his hand upwards towards Scott.

Randy felt Scott kissing his nipple then moving back, up along the shoulder then the side of his chest. He could feel Scott’s hands on his side and now he could feel Scott’s leg slowly sliding off his. His heart seemed to quicken it’s tempo and the blood was flowing faster inside his body as Scott seemed to adjust his position and that of Randy.

Chapter 7

Randy had the bedspread off and he lay in the center of the bed and as he heard the two approach he made sure he was still hard. His breathing was slightly labored but his hard on was still there. He had been getting nervous, worrying that maybe he had gambled wrong, but a smile started to cross his face as he heard the approaching footsteps.

“Well professor… we are here.”

“Hehe… so I see Mike”

“Yeah, well now what?”

“Well…. I guess maybe the best thing is for you two to get nekkid.. hehe….. so why don’t you undress Scott, then he can get you all ready….”

“Hmm, well I suppose…  that okay with you Scott?”

“Uh… yeah sure I guess…    fuck this is weird ya know.”

“Tell me… okay uh… guess we should kind of get out of our shoes though so this is easier.”

“Well you two quit chatting and get on with it, I got a hard dick waiting here… and judging by the way your jeans are both sticking out…. you have a couple of cocks that are getting awfully tired of being cooped up inside those levis.”

“Impatient kid… shut up already… we get the idea,  …fuck you’d think we were rank amateurs.”

Scott laughed at mike’s nervous outburst and Randy smiled. Randy reached down and grasped his hard penis as Mike’s eyes followed his every movement. Randy just smiled at him, shaking the hard thick member at him and finally Mike turned to face Scott.

“Well….  uh… maybe we are amateurs… hehe”

Scott could see Mike’s nervousness and he took a step closer, and together they stood there, staring at each other. Randy’s naked body and outstretched frame no longer in their vision.

Mike slowly reached across the narrow gap, gently moving towards the top shirt button. As his hand touched Scott’s neck, he felt a shudder roll through his entire body and he saw Scott take a quick grasp of air, and he knew that he too had felt the same jolt.

Carefully he tried to undo the top shirt button and for the life him he kept fumbling with it. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead when he looked up into Scott’s face and saw him smile. He felt Scott raise his own hand to place it on top of his and then Scott reached across to gently run the back of his hand down Mike’s cheek, feeling the growth of evening beard forming.

The touch of his hand on Mike’s face made Scott shiver and he could feel his one leg tremble, as if a nervous twitch had developed. He could see Randy sitting up on the bed, out of the corner of his eye. The white glow of Randy’s body seemed to trigger something in Scott, and he closed his eyes and leaned forward, his face now brushed up against Mike’s and before he knew it, his mouth has found Mike’s, and now they wrapped their arms around each other, their lips crushing hard against each other’s. The space between the two rapidly disappeared and they could both feel each other’s heart beats, pounding away.

Just as suddenly they pulled apart and stared into each other’s eyes. It was like bolts of lightning, passing through the clouds. Mike felt slightly dizzy and Scott could feel his heart pounding so hard that he was sure it would burst.

Mike’s hands no longer shook or fumbled, and he quickly had the shirt open and stared at Scott’s chest. He stood back slightly, marveling at the small tufts of hair curled around the center, reaching down to his belly and disappearing down the front of the Levi’s.

While Mike undid his shirt, Scott kept both of his hands on Mike’s waist, feeling the strange surge of power run through his body. With each button the power seemed to grow and he could feel his heart quickening. A strange warm feeling seemed to be creeping into his body, and Scott swayed briefly, but felt Mike’s strong hands hold onto his waist and he opened his eyes to see Mike’s. They were sparkling with a strange twinkle that only made Scott’s heart beat faster.

Scott reached upwards and now he too undid Mike’s shirt, exposing a more muscular build. There was darker hair curling around the navel, but less as his eyes worked they way up to Mike’s chest, where he saw rather large pink nipples jutting out of Mike’s bosom.

Scott reached up and pushed the shirt back and Mike’s hands dropped to his side to let the shirt fall off his body. He then returned the favor and finally they stood there, both of them bare chested, both chests heaving as if they had just run a grueling 30 mile marathon.

Randy watched the two men slowly lose themselves into the moment. His heart ached but it also was feeling good. He was doing good, bringing these two together and while it was costing him, at least he could take this first moment with him. His hand was wrapped around his own thick hard penis, and he knew that the only attention it would get would be from his own hand, it just didn’t seem to matter. He was slowly rubbing it, feeling the thick vein pulsing as his eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him.

Scott moved inwards slightly, a bit unsteady on his feet from the constant surge of power that kept traversing up his arms from holding onto Mike. Mike could feel it and seemed to brace himself to hold onto Scott. For some reason, he just felt that he couldn’t let him fall, couldn’t let him break contact.

Mike reached down, his fingers gently running down the front of Scott’s firm chest, down the crevice towards his belly button and then his index finger played and poked around the soft belly button, gently running around the uneven shaped hole, then playfully jabbing it.

Mike could feel Scott’s body shiver with his touch, and every motion of his hand seemed to make Scott quiver in anticipation. Slowly his hand moved down towards the waist, playing with the small tufts of blond hair, gently feeling the thin strands of curled hair, pulling them, then patting them down until finally he reached the waist band of Scott’s jeans.

Slowly his hand moved around the front of the jeans, one finger barely inside the waist band, just between the skin and the top of Scott’s underwear band. Mike ran the hand around and as he did he pulled Scott closer into his own body and once again their mouths met.

Mike kissed Scott’s full lips lightly, just brushing them with his own lips, then he opened his own mouth slightly so the tip of his tongue barely was able to edge out, and once again he brushed his mouth up against Scott’s.

His moist tongue ran along the lips, and then it pushed outwards further, trying to lick the underside of the lips, and spreading them apart ever so slightly. Scott could feel a sudden rush of heat and he opened his mouth to take Mike’s tongue.

The slight change was all that was needed and now Mike’s tongue was pushing hard inside Scott’s eager mouth. It licked the underside of the lips, pushing the skin outwards and ran all along the inside between the warm moist lining and Scott’s teeth.

As mike’s tongue was exploring the inside of Scott’s mouth, Scott’s hands had found the jeans button on Mike’s pants and struggled briefly to pop it open. The sound of the zipper being forced down barely registered in either of their heads as they locked lips and explored each other mouths fully now. A strong urge of intensity seemed to take hold and now while they kissed deeply of each other, their hands roamed freely over open skin, feeling the stronger tufts of hair along the thighs, feeling the heat from the crotch and feeling the hard raw power of the contained cocks.

Both of them could feel the pressure of a hard penis. Their two bodies were now pressed hard against each other, their pants lay down around their knees, and they ground their crotches into each other, pressing hard as if to enter the other’s groin, or to take the other’s hard penis.

The kiss went on and on, and their breathing became very shallow and difficult. Finally they had to break apart, simply to catch their breath. As they parted, the air seemed to rush into the small opening, and both of them shivered from the sudden cool breeze the flowed across their sweaty bodies.

Mike could feel tiny drops of his sweat drip off his forehead onto his nose and pass his eyelids. He had never felt this way before. Sure he had thought he had been in love, and had a few long relationships, but nothing compared to the way he felt right now. His whole body seemed to be aching with a desire to hold and caress the man standing before him.

Scott was no rookie to man sex, mostly though it had involved young working boys, like Randy, but still, the raw passion that seemed to be awaiting him was a new feeling. His mind was confused. Somewhere in the dark recess of his mind he knew that there was more than just Mike in the room, but all he could see or desire was this dark hair stranger, standing inches from him, jeans dangling at his knees, and a solid hot penis poking into his crotch.

It was like the break between rounds of a heavyweight fight, each fighter gasping for air, slowly regaining their strength just as the bell sounded for another round.

Mike shook himself, trying to rid himself of his pants and he could feel Scott doing the same thing but it didn’t seem important now. Once more he leaned inwards, but this time he was met by Scott’s open mouth and hard tongue. His own tongue was too slow this time out and was pushed back into his mouth as Scott’s tongue took charge, carefully but forcefully pushing Mike’s lips apart.

Scott could feel the heat around Mike’s waist as his hands held onto the body before him. His fingers gently playing with the tight elastic band of Mike’s boxer shorts, and his tongue met Mike’s mouth, the fingers pulled on the boxer’s waist, forcing Mike to stagger forward back into Scott’s younger frame.

They stood there, kissing and slowly Scott seemed to be edging Mike to the side until their legs seemed to run up against a solid immovable object, which was the side of the queen size bed.

As their legs touched the bed, they both seemed to sense the urgent need to get off their feet. Both of them raised their leg, kneeling now on the bed itself, not hearing the squeak as their full weight rested on the edge of the mattress.

Gradually they were resting on the bed, and with surprising speed they found themselves now stretched out on the edge of the bed, laying on the mattress fully prone, their legs off to one side, their jeans still on their bodies, but around their ankles.

Mike was rubbing Scott’s back, feeling the strong muscles there, feeling the smooth skin stretched tight by the muscles of a younger man. Every time his hand moved, he could feel his own body squirm and he knew that he was entering into a whole new life.

Scott felt a prickling feeling along his back as Mike’s hand rubbed him, ever so gently. He could feel the tenderness in the touch but he felt something else. Scott could sense Mike’s desire for him, and it was something he had rarely ever felt before in another person.

His eyes were shut tight, and yet his brain kept seeing brief flashes of blue lights as his mouth was clamped tightly onto Mikes. His one hand was pinned under Mike’s body and their was no longer any feeling in it, and yet there was a strange warmth running up his arm.

For the first time in his entire adult life, Mike was out of control. His brain no longer controlled his body or his thoughts and he felt scared and yet, at the same time, completely enthralled. Every part of his body seemed to simply be doing what it wanted, no thought behind his motions and it send strange signals to his brain. He barely was able to decipher one message before another was pushing into his conscious brain.

Mike could feel a sudden scraping along his legs, but was too lost in the strange glow and warmth he felt from kissing and touching Scott to comprehend that his jeans were slowly being pulled from his legs. As they fell off his body, and his feet were freed by the constraints of the pants, it registered and he briefly opened his eyes to see a shadowy figure by his and Scott’s feet.

Suddenly his feet were free of the constraints of the jeans, and Scott could easily move his legs to and fro. He managed to quickly, without thought, wrap one of his long legs over Mike’s lower leg, Mike had somehow managed to wedge his body inwards and was now grinding his hips into Scott’s groin.

Scott’s legs twitched and he brought his one leg upwards, to push hard into Mike’s groin, feeling the full balls as his knee pushed up. He felt the large full balls slowly push aside and separate and his tongue seemed to take it as a signal to push deep down Mike’s throat. He could taste the inside of Mike’s mouth and his breathing was becoming difficult and rapid as he struggled for air. Despite his breathing trouble his body refused to pull apart, and instead seemed to increase its pressure on Mike’s body, attempting to carve itself into the warm flesh beside his own sweating skin.

The surge of Scott’s body against his own threw Mike almost onto his back. He strained to keep himself level but the force of Scott’s thrusts and strength against his own was almost too much. Mike had never felt such an urgency against his body and while his mind grappled with the thought, his own body started to react too. He could feel his own limbs starting to push back, with increasing vigor, and his breathing was getting hard. He swallowed with increasing difficulty as Scott’s tongue was wedged firmly inside his mouth, running all around it, tasting every inch of the inside of his mouth. He could smell Scott’s scent and it seemed to be getting stronger with each passing second.

The limits of their bodies took over and just as the pressure was intensifying, they broke apart, to lay side by side, gasping for air. Their loud gulps and gasps for air bounced around the darkened bedroom and yet Mike could still see Scott. He saw him laying there, shimmering as if in a pool of water with a glow from a bright moon reflecting on him. It was an eerie sight for him and yet it also heightened his desire for this man.

Scott could barely gurgle out each gasp as his lungs felt like they had expended every molecule of oxygen. He had a burning sensation in his lungs and he struggled to drink in the dark night air. With each lung full that he took in he could also taste the wonderful man scent that was Mike and it only made him try to gulp in more, faster.

They lay there, as if they had spent hours thrashing around, when it had only been minutes. Their bodies lay there, glistening with their sweat and Randy stared at the two lanky men, a twinge of regret and lost chances washing over him. Small tears were around the corners of his eyes as he stood at the foot of the bed.

He watched as slowly the harsh heaving motion of the two defined chests started to ease, and the running rivulets of sweat seemed to slow down.  Silently he moved forward now, and he reached out to Scott, carefully running his hand up the moistened legs, feeling the matted leg hairs as his hands reached up towards Scott’s waist.

Scott jumped at the sudden touch and Mike felt the movement. Simultaneously they both glanced downwards to their feet and saw Randy kneeling at the bottom of the bed, his hand outstretched as he ran it slowly up Scott’s leg towards the waist.  Scott stared at the pale figure, his eyes moistened now with small tears as images of Randy in the hotel room flashed across his mind.

Mike could sense the emotions running through Scott and he placed his own arm gently across Scott’s side. He could feel the small tremors of emotion running through Scott as Randy’s hands continued their travel upwards to Scott’s waist.

Scott turned his head from the surreal scene at the foot of the bed to gaze into Mike’s eyes. He saw the compassion and understanding in those eyes and his heart seemed to leap forward, to engulf Mike in its embrace.

Their eyes were locked together and Scott was slowly falling into their magical hold. His brain was slowly surrendering once more to the passion of the moment when he felt the soft caress against his buttocks. Scott felt the soft gentle rub against each of his ass cheeks, and then the sudden tug on his waist as his underwear was slowly and lovingly being lowered. His penis was itching inside their confines and he could feel his heart skip a beat, then skip another as the pressure continued and he felt the soft cotton fabric sliding off his crotch.

His pubic hairs were free to feel the rush of the night air, and he could feel his hard penis stretching the fabric, stuck in the tightness of the waist band when a gently touch of a hand seemed to caress the fiery member, holding it still while the elastic was pulled over it, and then suddenly, his hard thick cock was free.

In seconds the underwear was off his body and his legs were totally free and Scott lay there, next to Mike, now totally nude, ready for the next round of their prize battle.

Mike noticed the slight movements and twitches in Scott’s body and a quick glance told his brain all it needed to know. Scott was being readied for him, and then he too felt a soft strange hand run along his own muscular legs. He could feel the hand taking its time, gently exploring the muscles and the dark hair that curled around his legs.

The hand moved up Mikes leg, gently pushing inside the boxer’s leg openings. It gently reached up the side of his leg, and then down, then around, to gently push at the raging hard penis inside. The touch seemed to make his penis jerk and mike let out a small moan.

That seemed to signal the hand to pull out of the leg opening and now Mike could feel the finger’s wrapping themselves around the waistband, and then they were slowly but firmly pulling at the material, forcing it downwards, forcing it towards his feet, forcing it to release its hold and cover over his body and he raised his hips slightly, to help ease its passage. As he raised his hips, the fingers pulled faster now and suddenly his penis jerked hard, striking the warm moistened flesh of Scott’s thigh.

The touch seemed to ignite once more the fires within both men. His boxer’s not yet off his legs, didn’t seem to matter to Mike as he lunged forward with his body to crush his weight into Scott’s waiting body.

Scott could feel the fires starting once again deep inside his body. He sensed the urgency rising in Mike, and he waited for the storm to explode onto him.

Mike’s body pushed hard against Scott, and he felt his legs rise up as the boxer’s were yanked off his body. He pushed forward now, wedging both of his legs between Scott’s legs, spreading them apart and his whole body seemed to force Scott backwards, turning him off his side onto his back.

Mike’s force was relentless as he drove his body into Scott’s. He legs were firmly between Scott’s hot legs. His flesh seemed to meld into Scott’s and he could feel his hard penis digging into Scott’s lower groin, pushing hard into the full balls that dangled below Scott’s hot pulsing penis.

He ground his hips hard into Scott’s body, and he crushed his mouth full onto the firm lips in front of him. They kissed hard, this time it was Mike’s tongue winning the battle at the gate, and it roared fast into the open mouth, tasting some of the salty sweat that had once more found its way around Scott’s lips.

The assault lasted briefly as Mike pulled back and then he reached down, kissing hard and fast on Scott’s chin, then his cheeks, tasting all of him. Scott’s hands were clenching and unclenching against Mike’s upper back, and his knees were locked tight around Mike’s own legs. IT was like they were trying to force their flesh to unite into one. Both of them were grunting and groaning from the force of their desire for each other.

Mike continued his kissing assault on Scott. He was now forcing Scott’s chin up and his head back as he dove down to lick and kiss the underneath of Scott’s neck. He pressed his lips hard against the soft warm skin, tasting the salt of the sweat and smelling deeply the scent that he knew was Scott.

They embraced each other, Mike’s hands were racing all along Scott’s side and back up to his shoulder’s. Scott was running his hands against the back, feeling the hard muscles as they tightened and flexed under the strain.

Suddenly Mike felt Scott’s legs being pushed apart, pushed away from his and he knew that it was time. He pushed his face down, licking the small sunken cavity in Scott’s neck, tasting the hot flesh, and still he moved down, tasting the tiny blond hairs that were between his bosom.  As he moved down he slid his own body down, his crotch no longer crushing into Scott’s groin. He could feel the heat of Scott’s penis against his own belly now, he could feel the tremors of the hard penis as blood rushed into the pulsing organ that lay against his stomach. Mike was feeling his brain losing control once again, and his chest started to heave as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. This time, there would be no stopping.

Scott felt his legs pushed apart, he resisted, he didn’t want to have any part of his body not touching Mike’s hot flesh, but the pressure was relentless and forceful. He had no choice and reluctantly his body gave in to the pressure and then he felt his legs being forced upwards. Suddenly his brain was able to register the motion and he started to co operate with the strange force on his legs.

Scott’s heart was racing now, and he started to gasp for air. He realized what was about to happen and his anticipation and anxiety rose. He struggled to regain his composer and slowly he managed to regain slight control over his body. He drank deeply of the night air, bringing Mike’s full body scent deep into his own body now and to fill his lungs with the needed oxygen.

His legs were up now, and Mike’s face was pushing up against his chest. Scott could feel the rough edge of Mike’s tongue against his nipple and it was sending wave after wave of electricity through his body. He could feel his muscles twitch under the assault and he groaned even louder with each flick of Mike’s tongue against his hot burning flesh.

Mike could barely contain himself. Each time he touched the hot white flesh of Scott’s body, his own body seemed to jerk and tremble. He knew he couldn’t spend much more time up here, but he couldn’t stop. The taste and pleasure he was getting was over powering. He could feel the hard erect nipple growing with each flick of his tongue.

Mike’s hands now were down around Scott’s waist, and they were eagerly touching the warm flesh that was Scott. He could feel every part of that silky smooth body under his fingers, and each touch made his heart skip a beat and then roar faster. Rivers of sweat poured down his face as he kissed the left nipple, then drag his tongue along the chest to the right nipple, where he kissed it, tasting it, feeling it harden further, then back to dragging his tongue towards the left nipple where he would be further surprised to find it even harder than seconds earlier. The body beneath him was starting to squirm from side to side under his weight and his hands could feel the fiery furnace against his own stomach.

Scott’s penis was wedged hard against him, and it felt like a steel blast furnace. The heat was intense but no less than that of his own thick pulsing cock.

Mike’s hands now moved inside of Scott’s legs, and slowly brought Mike’s shoulder’s under them. His hands were firmly wrapped around the upper thighs and around. They had Scott covered, and with one quick motion, Scott found his legs high up in the air and over, leaning back towards Scott’s own head.

As Scott’s legs rose and pushed back, Mike’s hands moved up and with the force of his arms he now held Scott’s legs up and over. He rested his whole body weight onto Scott’s legs and his hard penis was pushing up against Scott’s upraised buttocks.

The movement forced them apart and now mike gazed down towards Scott. He stared into the blue eyes and he saw the desire and need burning inside. His own eyes reflected a similar state to Scott and they seemed to finally connect together. It was as if both of them had suddenly found the key to the other’s soul.

Mike could feel a hand grip his hard throbbing penis and he stayed perfectly still, his attention still locked onto Scott’s wonderful angular face, the long eye lashes, the well defined nose, its nostrils flaring slightly with each breath that Scott took.

He could feel the hand pushing against his penis, and then a sudden sensation of something foreign on it, and somehow, despite it all, his brain registered what was happening. Mike waited now, waiting for the hand to finish stroking his hard penis. His body shivered with the strain as the hand pulled and pushed and then forced the thick hard cock down. He could feel the touch of Scott’s skin as the hand guided his penis down and to the right, then a bit to the left and then suddenly he knew he was there.

The fingers that were wrapped around his penis now slid downwards and found the hot buttocks of Scott. They slowly caressed the hot flesh, as the penis lay on top, quivering with excitement, waiting its chance to penetrate this hot white flesh.

The hand seemed to be all knowing and all seeing. It slowly and softly seemed to spread apart the tightly held cheeks, letting Mike’s hot hard penis wedge itself even further into the opening. Scott groaned as he felt the touch of Mike’s hard penis against his asshole. HE groaned more as the hands seemed to knead the flesh of his cheeks, gently loosening them, gently pulling them apart even more.

Everything felt like it was in slow motion, and Scott and Mike were both softly moaning in the night. Mike’s body was swaying slightly as Scott’s ass was being readied for his entrance. Scott was nervous about taking the solid object that was poised above his asshole but the gentle caress of the hand seemed to make it all feel right. The anxiety left him and instead he could feel nothing but a sudden burning desire for the huge cock to enter his body and for his whole being to join with Mike. He started to squirm and push up a little as he felt the weight of Mike’s penis pushing against his tight sphincter muscle.

Mike didn’t know how much longer he could hold this position, his body was aching with desire to enter the warm pink hole, and his head was swaying back and forth, his eyes shut tight but still seeing Scott’s beautiful face in front of him. He groaned loudly as he felt a warm wetness around his penis. There was a slight roughness to the wetness and he realized that a tongue was quickly licking at his penis and at Scott’s anus. He couldn’t believe it, and it was a feeling he had never ever felt before. The roughness of the tongue against the bulging head of his cock was almost too much, he could feel his balls tightening even more under his cock, and then to feel that same tongue licking at the tight pink hole beneath his cock head was too much. He couldn’t stand it and he found his body starting to push forward and down.

The tongue vanished and his moistened cock head split open Scott’s readied anus. The pink sphincter muscle gave under the pressure and Mike let out a loud yell as he found his penis pushing deep inside of Scott’s body.

Scott screamed out as the hot penis plowed deep into his rectum, pushing aside the tight pink muscle that guarded his anus. It had surrendered before the first volley and he felt his whole body shake to the invasion of Mike’s battering ram.

The screams and shouts seemed to be lost into the dark of the night as Mike’s body pushed onwards. He was grinding his hips hard into Scott’s upraised ass cheeks. They slapped against his groin and he could feel his own balls striking Scott’s buttocks. The sounds meant nothing to either of them. They were locked in a silent battle of union. Together they groaned and moaned as the huge cock pushed inside, feeling the hot silky smoothness of Scott’s chute. The inner muscles gave little resistance to the pulsing penis as it pushed past them but as the penis hit deep inside of Scott, and its plunging motion slowed, the sinewy muscles inside now wrapped themselves around the thick hard cock. It surrounded the throbbing man meat and started to squeeze it, as if to make it cum right then and there.

Mike let out a yell at the harsh pressure on his cock took him by surprise and then he pulled back a little , feeling his cock slowly pull backwards, tearing itself free of the tight grip. He lunged forward now, and still the grip of the sinewy muscles held.

Mike had his hands firmly planted above Scott’s head, one on either side as he struggled to free his penis from Scott’s death grip. He could feel the battle run through his body, making his whole body start to shake and shudder.

Scott could feel the gigantic war raging inside his rectum and he felt so warm and wonderful as his body became a battle ground for passion. He felt his legs tremble with each onslaught of Mike’s battering ram, each pull out to gather strength to strike again made his legs quiver like jelly and he tossed his head back and forth, striking his face against Mike’s sweating arms.

His own arms flayed about, pounding the bed with each downward thrust of Mike’s penis into his rectum. He could feel his muscles tighten then loosen, and the ache in his ass slowly was growing. It was spreading throughout his body and he could feel his knees grinding at the joint, his hips twisting under the weight of Mike’s weight. His toes were curled and cramping up as he fought to make this the most memorable battle of lust and love that Mike had experienced. He willed his muscles to hold their ground, to keep that pulsing throbbing penis inside  him, to force it in deeper and to force it to give up its energy to him.

On the battle raged and the night was filled with the grunts and groans of the two warriors as they battled for supremacy of the field. Mike’s thrusts were coming faster with each passing second as he struggled to batter his way into Scott’s sacred inner sanctum. Rivers of sweat ran down his back and his legs. Waves of sweat poured down his face onto Scott’s soaked skin and still he waged his battle, getting more and more desperate with each passing second, with each giant thrust.

Scott could feel himself losing the battle, his inner muscles were gradually losing their strength to hold the plunging weapon, loosening their grip on the thick pulsing penis. Suddenly he felt a strange sensation and he could feel his own penis finally enter into the battle.  His brain seemed shocked as his penis was suddenly gripped hard and he found his penis being pulled up and down. The skin was like fire, and it slapped hard against his own stomach and he started to squirm under this new attack.

Mike could feel himself winning, his penis was pushing deeper and deeper and the pressure was lessening when suddenly he was struck by a sudden spasm of strength deep inside Scott. The tiring inner muscles, had found a second wind and they gripped his plunging penis even harder than at the beginning and he let out a loud primal scream as the pressure had succeeded.

Mike’s balls couldn’t hold back now. The sudden motion and grip on his thick throbbing penis had surprised him and his brain had released his reserves. Blood was draining from every part of his body, rushing for one last defense of his passion and his heart. He could feel the numbness starting in his hands, working their way up his arms. His legs were like rubber and he could barely keep his body up.

Scott couldn’t believe it, the sudden strength inside him as he struggled to fight the new assault on his soul and his love. His body reacted quickly, it sent his muscles into a death spasm and he could feel the strong fibers of his insides wrap themselves firmly around the hot burning flesh that was Mike’s penis. He could feel his ass cheeks tighten to grip the whole cock shaft that was buried inside him and his body was fighting with everything in its power. His brain released his reserves and his blood went pouring out to add its weight to the struggle.

Scott’s arms were a blur as they pounded repeatedly the bed, the fingers no longer feeling anything, his hands white from the strain and his arms flapping in the night air, no longer with any power or strength as everything was concentrated at his groin. His legs were stretched out, even his toes as his lungs squeezed every drop of oxygen out of the sacs. His heart was in the red, and the blood was being pumped out faster than it could be brought back for replenishment.

Scott cried out as it was only seconds left. His balls had flung themselves upwards and were still being crushed by Mike’s body. The hand gripped his penis harder, and moved along its pulsing length even faster now, pulling it, pushing it, stretching it and Scott could no longer hold on. He was losing and the sudden spurt of strength left him as his whole body arched upwards.

The back of Mike’s legs were taught and wound up like a spring. You could bounce an anvil off of them as he felt his penis struggle deep inside the warmth of Scott’s rectum. With one last valiant effort he had managed to bring his penis upwards, to where just his cock head lay buried into the hot flesh. With a final deep breath, he pushed down, sending his pulsing penis down into the silky smooth tunnel, sending it deep towards the inner reaches of Scott’s body, desperately reaching deep inside for that final resting spot. As he plunged his body forward, his strength was finally gone and his whole body collapsed on top of Scott. At the same time he felt a sudden spasm beneath him and a hot splash reached out from between the two bodies to hit him in the chin, then again another hot splash hit him, on his neck and he knew he had won.

As the second hot splash of Scott’s cum hit his chest, Mike’s throbbing penis seemed to stop suddenly, the inner muscles were confused and released their hold, and before they could tighten once more, the huge throbbing penis was pushing down again, faster than ever, pushing aside the surprised muscles, burring itself deep into Scott’s rectum. Scott screamed loud and long as the huge cock entered him where no other object had ever been before and as it reached his soul, the huge cock started to jerk from side to side.

The hard jerking motion forced Scott’s’ body into a wave of convulsions and before he knew it, he could feel a strong warmth start to flood his insides. Scott’s screams died in his throat as he found one last surge of strength and tightened his buttock muscles around the throbbing cock inside him.

Wave after wave of hot cum came flooding out of the bulging cock head and it filled Scott’s insides. The first wave of cum was shot out so far that Scott was sure he could taste it at the back of his throat, then he felt the huge cock head shudder and jerk again, and this time a second hot load of white cream came shooting out and he was definite this time, he could taste the cum in his throat.

Scott’s body shook with each jerk of Mike’s cock inside him, and his own penis was still firing off its’ own milky white loads, coating both of their stomachs with its stickiness.

Just as suddenly as the battle had been waged, it ended. Mike’s whole body was shaking as the last drops of his milk dribbled out of his now exhausted penis. Scott’s cock had begun to slowly soften, coated in sweat and the drying flakes of cum.

They lay there, both of them gasping. Their voices no longer shouting, barely able to even whisper as their hearts were trying to regain control from their sonic pace. Neither of them had the strength to move, and they were like two dead corpses, spread eagled on the bed. Only the final spasms of their muscles to show that they had lived through the war.

Gradually feeling returned to their limbs as blood once again flowed slowly and evenly through their bodies. Mike was finally able to muster enough strength to pull himself out of Scott’s grip and roll off to one side, his eyes glazed still but the smile on his face was enough to tell anyone that he was content.

Scott couldn’t believe it. He still was prone to the occasional twitch, as his muscles slowly regained their flexibility. He managed to turn his face to see Mike’s look of contentment and of love. His own eyes returned the feeling, and he felt a strange glow.

Several minutes had passed before either of them could speak, and then slowly Scott managed to raise himself on one arm to thank Mike. Mike merely nodded his head as he was still weak from his struggles. He finally managed to gain control back over his own body and as the heaving of his chest subsided he found his voice.

The room was bathed in a flickering light and Mike glanced over to his night table to see that one of his candles was lit. So that is where the light was coming from he thought.

“So… guess you guys ready for the next round?” a voice asked from the foot of the bed.

Scott and Mike both glanced down, to see Randy standing at their feet. He was fully erect, his long thick penis sticking out from his young lithe body was aimed right between the two of them.

Chapter 06

The silence was deafening. It felt like a huge anvil was hanging over the room, waiting for the right moment to fall. It was strange, Scott thought, as he kept looking at the young man fidgeting on the couch. He could see the clouds in the eyes, and the pain. Every time his eyes stopped their desperate attempt to look elsewhere, he could see the pain and nervousness in Randy, well Chase that is.

Randy (Chase) was nervous. He hadn’t expected Scott to show up, never mind bail him out and get everything squared away. He had a record, minor shit, but he still had a fear for the jail system. The night in the cells wasn’t something he wanted to make a career out of. He glanced furtively at Scott, saw the long blond hair, and he could see the blue of the bruise along the cheek bone, and the puffiness of the fine white skin, now tinged with a red purple color.

Scott could feel Randy’s (Chase) eyes on his and he turned his attention from the careful study of Mike’s living room rug to glance up to the strained face of a young man in pain. His heart seemed to rip open as he looked into the frightened eyes, seeing the uncertainty, the fear, the hopelessness that was reflected there.

“You wanna talk?” Scott asked quietly.

“I guess… I just…. well, …. I dunno know, ….. I mean … well, it is ….”

“Look Randy.. or should I call you Chase?”

Randy (Chase) almost jumped as Scott used his real name. He was surprised but then he calmed down quickly, realizing that if he had the charges dropped against him, he would most likely have to have gotten his real name. Still, it was a shock, and one more defense shield gone. Funny, how all of his protective shells seemed to vanish when he was with this guy.

“Don’t matter… whatever suits you”

“Okay, well Ran… I mean Chase….I guess I owe you an apology…”

“What? You owe me ?  uh…. ”

“Yeah… for the way I left you…. if I had any sense none of this would of happened….. so yeah I owe you an apology.”

“But how do you figure that Scott?  Shit…. this is….”

“Randy…. shit this name stuff is confusing… look, if I hadn’t been such a jerk about the money…. I could of told you I didn’t want you to leave…. I could of…”

“wait a second Scott… you really think… what? You didn’t want me to leave? Why not?”

“I don’t know… I still don’t know…. but I know that I handled it wrong…. I should”

“You handled it wrong?   Look man I am not some piece of baggage or some….”

“I know… fuck this isn’t what I meant… look Randy… just hear me out…. then you can tell me to go fuck myself, okay?”

“I am sorry…. it is just that…. well it hasn’t been a great night…. but Scott I mean… aaah fuck… go ahead.”

Scott looked into Randy’s (Chase) eyes and he saw the confusion and the despair that seemed to envelop the young youth’s body. His shoulders seemed to sink and Scott thought he could hear the pain and anguish with each breath that Randy took. Scott wanted to just reach out and hold the young boy and before he knew what was happening, he was out of the chair and sitting next to Randy, his hands holding the boys trembling hand in his.

He pulled across and Randy fell into his arms, burying his head into Scott’s shoulder and he could feel the body shake and tremble from the pain within. Randy’s arms encircled Scott’s body and he seemed to burrow his whole young body into Scott’s older more developed one. Scott could feel the ribs and bones of Randy’s slight frame, something he never really noticed before. The thinness of the boy and the lack of muscle and fat on him. He was surprised by the sudden pressure, but it felt good, felt like he was being needed and he could feel a sudden warmth spreading through his body.

The harsh metallic sound of keys seemed to penetrate his brain and as the Scott looked up towards the door, Mike opened his apartment door. Randy pulled himself up to sit upright on the couch, his hair messed and tear streaks clearly visible on his cheeks as he too glanced at Mike standing in the doorway, bags of groceries laying outside the doorway.

Scott rose from the couch to go and help, and Randy got up, asking for directions to the bathroom.  Mike watched the young figure hustle off quickly and he then looked into Scott’s eyes to see a slight mistiness there. His own heart sank a bit.

Together Scott and Mike carried the groceries into the small kitchen and Scott helped Mike put away the myriad of goodies.

“Hope you guys are hungry.. figured we’d have steak for dinner… if that’s okay with you?”

“Yeah… that’s fine Mike… uh mike?”

“Yes?”

“Why you doing all this?”

The soft sound of the question seemed to catch Mike off guard. He was in the midst of putting some canned goods in a shelf, and he just stood there. His hand with the can resting up on the shelf.

“I don’t really know how to explain it….”

“I mean …. well you have to admit Mike that it is rather strange…. you don’t know me or Randy and yet here we are, in your place and you are fixing us dinner and even letting Randy stay here…. why?”

It was a good question and Mike wished he had an answer, he really did as he had been asking himself the same question over and over again since he first decided to even go to the hospital to visit Scott. Why was he so suddenly involving himself with some guy and his paid escort?

“I really am not sure Scott… except, well…. I don’t know, … guess it goes back to when we arrived at the bar.”

“Yeah? ”

“Yeah… I don’t know, it was just that when I touched your arm, to check your pulse…. I don’t know… it isn’t something I can put into words….  but there was something, I … fuck I am not good with words… just that… well somehow I seemed to connect with you and…. well something inside me kind of took over… you see I haven’t really had much to do with people…. on a personal level…. and fuck….. I …….”

“I think I know what you mean Mike…. sort of, ….. I don’t know.. am I a fool for doing this?”

“How. … I mean there…. shit Scott I dont know…. I got enough trying to figure out why I am doing this… never mind if you are right or wrong in what you are doing…”

“Anyone want to ask me?”

Mike and Scott turned around at the sudden voice and found Randy standing in the alcove towards the tiny kitchen. Mike looked at Scott and saw the eyes mist over once again. He glanced towards Randy and saw the way the boy stood there, his body not erect but attempting to be straight and tall. Well, this is what you get for getting involved Mike thought and was stunned by the next comment from Randy.

“Mike’s doing all this cause he wants you Scott, not me… you”

The can in Mike’s hand fell to the floor and rolled under a cabinet. The loud noise made Scott jump but the look on his face was only a mirror of the one on Mike’s face. Total shock and disbelief was clearly etched in both faces, as the can ceased its clamor and stopped it roll at the door strip by Randy’s feet.

“Uh… Randy… I…..”

“It’s true Scott….. I may only be a cheap hooker… but I can see it in his eyes… and yours too…. just turn and look.”

Scott could feel his heart beating, and his breathing was rather labored. He could feel Mike’s eyes on his back and for a strange reason, he could feel his penis jerk up to a semi erect state inside his pants. He glanced up to see a thin smile on Randy’s face, and he looked into the eyes to see a faint glimmer in them. He sighed and knew that what Randy had said, was true.

Mike had almost fallen over backwards as Randy had said what he knew was in his heart. From that first touch of Scott’s wrist, he had known that he wanted Scott, not just to bed, but to spend his life with. He had never felt that way before, never felt that type of electricity and it took a young hooker to point it out to him. Now what? He thought, where did this lead to now?   Slowly, he walked up to stand next to Scott, who he could see was breathing in short gasps, as if on the edge of a cliff, peering down into a deep abyss.

“Well?  You two going to say anything?”

“Randy… you really don’t….”

“Yes I do Scott…. look I guess that you are so used to being alone and dealing with guys like me that you can’t see it… but I can… and mike knows it’s true too…. there isn’t any other explanation is there ?”

“How the fuck does a 18 year old know so much?” Mike asked softly.

“18?…. what… you are older than that… you told me you where in your 20′s….”

” I lied…. surprise Scott…… no look I am sorry man… that wasn’t called for… fuck…. can we go sit down ?”

“Yeah I think we should, before I fucking fall down.. Mike?”

“Yeah.”

Silently they all moved into the living room, each one careful not to make eye contact as they wrestled with their own personal emotions. Mike moved slowly, his heart skipping a beat every two seconds, his eyes carefully watching Scott’s movements, seeing the way his butt filled the jeans. Damn, this wasn’t a sex thing.. but it sure did make him hard every time he looked at Scott’s youthful figure.

Scott could feel Mike’s eyes on him, and he wanted to turn around and stare back, but he didn’t have the guts to do it. Damn Randy.. he sure knew how to fuck with his heart. One minute he thought he was in love with Randy, then he would catch himself wondering what it would be like to be taken by Mike, and now it was all out in the open. What was he going to do? He felt responsible for Randy and yet, well Randy was right, he did desire Mike, and not just for a romp in the sack.

Randy walked ahead of the two… carefully heading for one of hte chairs, rather than the couch. His heart ached because he really did like Scott. No one had ever made him feel so wanted and needed and safe as Scott had. Yeah he had kind of screwed up with the money and all, but then he was too damn sensitive. He wanted to be loved, and he knew that Scott didn’t love him, at least not the way he needed. Scott would never be able to come to terms with him having been a prostitute so there really was no future for them as lover’s.

It seemed like time had stood still. Darkness had fallen on the Atlanta night, and you could hear the sounds of night through the open patio door. Scott didn’t know what to do or say, and judging by everyone else’s downcast eyes, no one else did either.

Suddenly there was a low rumble, sort of like a truck changing gears and all eyes turned towards Mike. His stomach had signaled it’s displeasure at not eating.

Randy burst out laughing and so did Scott. Mike had a wide grin on his face and suddenly the room filled with their laughter and voices.

“Okay, well that’s the dinner gong… who’s up for some pizza?”

“Me”

“Yeah me too Mike.. but let me get it.”

“Okay Scott.. never refuse a guy willing to pay for food.”

With the last piece of pizza lying alone in the large box, everyone sat back. They had all moved closer to together to reach into the box and Mike sat on the couch next to Scott, Randy was beside Scott but on the floor.

“Well thanks Scott.. I guess we’ll have the steaks another night.”

“It was good.”

“Yeah, thanks Guys, so guess maybe now someone can kind of tell me why I am here and what happens next?”

“Well Randy, Scott got the charges dropped but you are in my custody, I guess is the way to put it.”

“And that means?”

“It means you got a place to stay for the rest of the month, as long as you keep out of trouble and don’t go back to that bar.”

“Yeah well that’s not a problem….. but uh… that isn’t exactly what I wanted to know…. like what if I want to take off, ….. say go to Savannah?”

“No one can stop you Randy, but why would you want to?”

“Well, … look I am not gonna make trouble… you guys have been great, and well Scott, you have really been nice to me, more than you’ll ever realize, but well, you know the saying,  two’s company, three’s a crowd…..”

“Uh Randy… look I …. fuck this isn’t what I want.. well yes it is… shit you have me all confused again.”

“I do?  No I don’t…. you know that it wouldn’t work with us… and besides you know you want Mike.”

“Hey.. don’t I have something to say about all this?”

“Well Mike, you do have a lot to say on this, and so do I… so Randy, just how do you come up with all this all of a sudden?”

“Look guys, just the way you look at each other, or should I say, try not to look at each other… and besides, I am the pro, remember?”

“Randy you know nothing about me… how can you be so certain that I have a think for Scott?”

“Well, to be crude, by that hard dick of yours poking out of your jeans.”

Scott stole a quick glance at Mike and did notice the large bulge around his crotch. A smile crossed his face and he realized that his own crotch was certainly aching and no doubt showing as much.

“Hehe…. well Mike he’s got you there… or should I say, he’s got good eyes? Hehe”

“hehe, yeah okay… I give….. yeah I do have a thing for Scott… and no I don’t know why or any of that… so where does that leave us?    Scott has a thing for you Randy… and maybe for me… so now what?”

“Yeah Randy…. now what?….   Mike is right.. and yeah I do have a strange desire for Mike, and we don’t really know each other….. and on the other hand you have gotten to me too… so where does that leave us?”

Randy looked towards Scott, then back to Mike and they could both see his face, see the strain. They watched as he struggled with his own thoughts and emotions, patiently waiting for his words, each of them wondering what was going to come of this wild and weird discussion. Scott could tell that Randy had feelings for him, and he also knew that he had a strange bond growing with Mike, and that it was much more than a physical attraction, to either of them.

“We could always sleep together.”

“What?”

“Uh… yeah, like uh.. what?”

“All three of us…. we could sleep together… you know, get it on together…. have a threesome…”

“Yeah I figured that out…. but come on Randy… how in hell is that going to solve this?”

“Well… I don’t know if it will solve anything… but it will kind of push things ahead…. won’t it?”

“What…. I don’t follow that reasoning, do you Scott?”

“no… I don’t and well… it doesn’t seem like much of an answer to me.”

“Look guys, I have been around…. and well when three people get together… your feelings can come out… you say Scott wants me Mike, right?”

“yeah”

“and you are sort of hesitant of getting into that, right?”

“yeah, so?”

“Okay, and you Scott… you say you care for me and I say you really want Mike, right?”

“Yeah right… but as mike says, so?”

“so…. if we all do it, we all get down and have sex, you guys will find that if I am right, that you both really belong with each other… you are going to well… I guess the word is ignore me?”

“Huh?”

“I think I see what you mean Randy.”

“Well then tell me Mike, cause I sure as hell don’t.”

” I think what he means is that our real feelings will take over and that we’ll find ourselves trying to satisfy each other rather than say me trying to please you Scott, and you working on him…. is that what you mean Randy?”

“Yeah it is Mike… sort of… I can’t really explain it… but I know that if we all decide to have sex, that if I am right, you two will more or less concentrate on each other.. I’ll just be there …. sort of… shit I wish I could explain this better.”

“Fuck, this is weird… Mike you got anything to drink? And I don’t mean lemonade.”

“Hehe yeah there are some beer in the fridge… hang on I’ll get us each one… Randy? You want one too?”

“Oh yeah… please.”

Scott watched Mike get up and go to the kitchen area he saw that the bulge was even more pronounced than earlier. He also liked the way Mike’s ass filled out the jeans and he instinctively passed his hand down his own crotch, before realizing that Randy was watching his every movement. He turned his head to stare into Randy’s eyes, seeing a small sparkle there and a grin on his face.

“Still think I am wrong Scott?”

There was no answer to that one, and he couldn’t for the life of him explain it, but the idea of all three of them naked, together, side by side definitely had his own dick trying to push out of his jeans.

“Wrong about what Randy?… here’s your beer Scott.”

“Nothing Mike.. Randy was teasing me, I think…”

“nooo…. not teasing him…. I just caught him checking you out with a real deep look in those blue eyes of his… and it looks to me like you two are trying to see who has the harder dick…. come on Scott.. admit it… you are as much interested in Mike as he is in you…”

“okay… I surrender… yeah I am interested and yeah I am sporting a major hard on…. but that isn’t meaning… fuck, all this talk of doing it and being naked… what do you expect to happen?”

“Look, I gotta take a piss… you guys talk it over but I really think I am right… and Scott you know …. deep down… you know.”

With that Randy got up slowly, and stretched… showing he too had a nice bulge in his jeans. As he walked past the couch to the bathroom, he looked down at the two men, and his heart gave a slight twinge, as it could tell that shortly he would be moving on. These two belonged together, and there was no room for a third. His shoulder’s sagged slightly as he entered the bathroom and he could hear the two of them discussing his idea.

Randy took his time, and it wasn’t easy. He never did like taking a piss with a hard on and it was hard to get his dick to soften. The idea of being with Scott again was very much on his mind, and he owed that guy big time. He knew he cared deeply for Scott and that maybe under other circumstances they could have made a go of it.

Well that was wishful thinking, and as he looked in the mirror, he saw the lines around his eyes. His reflection seemed to waver, and he knew he was feeling like he was about to lose his best friend. In a sense he was, but he owed Scott. Scott had treated him right, treated him fair, and so he owed him. There wasn’t any other way he could make it up to Scott, so he slowly took his shirt off, exposing that milky white skin to the light.

Randy could see his heart beating as he hung his shirt up on the hook on the door. He glanced at his reflection one more time, and his eyes stared back at him.  ‘Smile bastard’ he thought, ‘you should be happy… you ain’t in jail and you are at least gonna have something to remember him by.’

With those thoughts, he kicked his runner’s off and bend down and took his socks off, stuffing them into the runners. He then undid his jeans button, and pulled the zipper down, then pushed his jeans down and pulled them off his body, hanging them over his shirt.

Randy stood at the mirror now, only his jockey shorts on, a pair of pale blue one’s. He could see the outline of his penis, the way it was pushing at the fabric and he could see the edge of his full balls pushing out the leg openings. He was excited by the prospect of once more being in Scott’s arms, but he was also sad, knowing it wouldn’t be the same as in the hotel room, and knowing that it most likely would be for the last time. With a twinge and a slight reluctance he slowly pushed his shorts down to his ankles, and stood naked, his penis sticking right out, hard and eager, even though his heart was heavy.

Scott and Mike were busy talking, discussing the absolute absurdity of Randy’s ideas and conclusions. Yes they were attracted to each other, and yes they certainly were aroused, but that was merely a physical reaction to all of the talk of a threesome with a young hustler, or so they tried to convince themselves.

Mike was trying to press a point when he noticed that Scott’s jaw had fallen open, and his eyes had seemed to pop out of his head. He turned his head to see Randy standing at the entrance to the living room. His own jaw fell too and his eyes seemed to widen and threatened to pop out of his head as he took in the tall figure.

Randy stood there, a small towel wrapped around his thin waist. His hair was neatly combed and fell nicely around his ears. His legs showed thin blond hairs along the lower calf and a few small curls of thin blond chest hairs curled down the center of his chest.  Bright pink nipples stood erect, clearly defined and the two men clearly showed their surprise and their desire for him. A small smile curled around his mouth, showing just a touch of his white teeth.

“When you guys are ready…. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting.” Randy softly said. He then turned and let the towel drop to the floor. The creamy whiteness of his buttocks clearly showed up in the darkness of the hallway, and he walked slowly into the bedroom.

Mike couldn’t believe his eyes, but his dick sure did. It was pressed hard against the zipper of his jeans and he felt a strange ache in his groin, something he hadn’t felt too many times. Slowly he turned his head back towards Scott and instinctively he glanced down at Scott’s crotch to see that the jeans were pushed up hard.

Scott could feel Mike’s eyes on his crotch, and he could feel them move up to his face. Slowly he turned his head towards mike and he saw a knowing smile on Mike’s face.

“Well… guess the matter is out of our hands Mike.”

“Looks that way Scott… so, we gonna see if Randy is right?”

“I don’t know… I guess part of me wants to…..but”

“but the other part is scared?”

“yeah…”

“me too… so I guess he’s put it where we have no choice, do we?”

“guess not…”

“well you could go in there alone…. I suppose…”

Scott looked into Mike’s eyes, and he knew that it had cost Mike a great deal to make that offer. He was bending over backwards to be the perfect gentlemen, but the idea of Mike bending over…. well that enticed him too… maybe Randy was right… maybe this was the way to find out.

“No Mike, if I go in there… so do you.”

Mike’s heart leapt at those words. He was so anxious not to push Scott and while he knew he had to make the offer, he was relieved that it was refused. Well, maybe Randy really was right… maybe he did have a chance after all.

Mike rose off the couch. “Well, shall we then?”

“Yeah.. man this is fucking weird…. I…. uh, well I have never been with two guys at once…..”

“Me neither Scott….. uh… should we undress here do you think?”

“Shit, I don’t know… guess maybe we should just go in and let our expert guide us… hehe”

“hehe…. yeah… pretty smart for an 18 year old…. I guess we should just go in.”

Neither one seemed anxious to head to the bedroom and the naked Randy, but eventually they both slowly rose up off the couch and walked towards the bedroom. Together they stood in the door way, staring down at the lanky body laying exposed on Mike’s queen size bed.

Chapter 05

Scott opened his eyes, sweat running down his face and the feel of his heart pounding inside his chest. He struggled to sit up but couldn’t move, his arms refused to push back and his whole body sent a wave of pain through to his brain as he struggled to command it to move. He opened his mouth to swear and yet he couldn’t hear anything, as he lay there, sweating.

A distant voice echoed in his head and he tried to turn his head, but even that wouldn’t listen to his brain’s commands. Slowly his eyes were able to focus, the darkness was slightly lessened as he tried to focus on the muffled voices. He could see a penetrating white light coming towards him, and he blinked as the glowing orb of whiteness came closer, and closer to his face.

“Can you hear me?” a voice commanded and he tried to answer. His tongue was swollen and felt like it was full of cotton, but he struggled to answer. He heard a strange rasping sound that was his voice and he could feel his heart pound even faster. His whole body seemed to be shaking and yet he couldn’t move. Finally his eyes started to clear and the darkness was being replaced by a gray fog. Shapes began to take hold in his mind and he saw the outline of a dark shadow in the fading fog.

“Randy?” he asked and again he heard that raspy voice asking.

“No, My name is Mike.. I am the attending paramedic.. can you understand me?… Just nod if you can… try not to talk just yet.”

“Good… now you had a nasty fall when you got hit in the bar. Do you remember being hit?”

“Yes?… good now just relax while I check your vital signs again, and enjoy the ride. We won’t be long and then the docs can check you out better. Understand?”

“Where am I?”

“Your in an ambulance.”

“Okay….”

“Rest easy now… can you remember my name?”

“Yes it’s Mike.”

“Good, well you are going to be alright I think.”

“What happened?”

“Well guess you tried to be a hero and stop some guy from pounding another.. he hit you and you hit the deck, after hitting the edge of a table. … You were knocked out for a good 4 minutes.”

“My legs and arms… I can’t move them”

“Ssshhh… you are strapped down, don’t get yourself all hyper now.. we just got you settled down.”

“Where’s Randy… I need to talk to Randy..”

“That’s the kid you tried to help?”

“Yes. Please Mike where is he?”

“Okay. Calm down now… uh.. I think the police took him away…. now settle down.. look I’ll check for you when we get to the hospital and let you know… okay? But only if you behave and lie there quietly now.”

“Okay. But you promise….? Please it’s important.”

“Okay I promise now you just rest.”

Scott lay on the bed, watching as a team of white jacketed strangers prodded and probed his entire body. He felt like some ghastly experiment as they turned him this way, then that way and stuck all sort of things in him. Patiently he waited, for them to realize that he was even in the same room. Snatches of a weird language floated around him, that he knew was their way of isolating him and making themselves feel superior. Doctors, he never did like them, and now he liked them even less.

Finally the young unshaved one, with pimples all over and dark glasses walked over to him. He explained in a whiny voice that Scott had taken a nasty fall and in that fall he had bruised his spine. The table he fell against, on his way down, seemed to be the cause. Well ‘duh’ he thought as he listened to the monotonous voice drone on, telling him his back would be sore for awhile, and that he should not exert himself with any strenous physical activity like weight lifting or playing contact sports. Man this guy was a mental giant he thought, as the words flowed around him, about pain killers, muscle relaxants, and then light physical therapy.

Finally the geek, as he thought of him, told him that they were going to admit him for the night, for observations, and to await some more tests. After his monologue of instructions and orders, he finally left and Scott lay there, wondering if that paramedic would come back and just why had the police taken Randy away.

A jab in his arm, made him cry out and he saw the female nurse smiling as she withdrew the needle. “There now sweetie, you’ll rest a bit and by the time we get you upstairs, you’ll be fast asleep”. Scott could feel his eyes getting heavy as she walked away, her hips swaying with each step. ‘Sweetie” she called him, and his eyes finally closed and he saw a tall figure before him, a beautiful 6 foot tall man, long flowing blond hair drooped down his broad shoulders.

The man smiled at him and when he did, Scott’s heart skipped a beat and started to once again race inside his chest. He could feel himself mesmerized by the tall blond giant in front of him. The deep blue eyes seemed to be sparkling, and he could see a bright white glimmer in the center of them, and Scott opened his mouth, licking his parched lips as the giant seemed to just stare at him, as if he knew Scott.

The giant blond seemed to tower over Scott, as he lay there, and then he smiled. Scott’s heart was now doing the speed of light thing inside, his lungs were rapidly gasping for air as the giant’s face lit up. Bright white teeth flashed and sparkled at him, his long angular face seemed to wrinkle up and huge dimples appeared changing his whole appearance. A gentle kindness seemed to just flow out from him, and wrap itself all around Scott.

He could feel himself getting warm, all over. His aching body seemed to just surrender itself to the warmth and security that emanated from this gorgeous creature. Scott wanted more and he gazed deep into the blue eyes, seeking the inner man. His body seemed to tremble slightly as he delved into the giant’s soul. He could feel the tenderness inside.

Scott could feel his brain reacting to the vision before him. The pain in his back seemed to lessen but the ache in his groin was growing as he watched the tall blond giant walk around to stand now beside his bed. He watched as he placed his hand gently on his shoulder.

The touch was amazing, it felt so warm and yet so shocking. He could feel a current of electricity pass through his whole body. His toes twitched and his fingers flexed with the sensation. Even his penis could feel it, and he knew that it had risen to its full length and that pre cum was forming around his cock head, even before that hand started to squeeze his shoulder.

The giant’s hand now rested against his cheek, the tiny blond hairs on the back of the hand tickled his cheek as it brushed along his cheek. It moved slowly and softly along, tracing his facial pattern, resting now against his lips, and Scott’s eyes opened wider as the soft smiling face bent down, the deep blue eyes of the giant locked onto his own.

His racing heart suddenly stopped, as the face grew closer and closer. He could see the tiny cracks on the moist lips as they passed by his eyes, heading downwards to his own dry lips. He watched tiny strands of long blond hair brush against his shoulders and face as the lips came down to lightly brush up on his own. Scott’s whole life stopped in that single instant. His heart was still, his lungs held their breath.

The brief touch of those lips against his send wave after wave of pure electricity through his body. First his jaw started to quiver, then he could feel the power travel quickly throughout. His arms started to shake and his legs were trembling as the passing wave pushed through. Scott felt a strange tingling in his toes and his fingers.

Scott’s groin was doing strange things under the covers. He could feel his balls pushing up against his penis, which was fully extended. The whole area seemed to be like a blast furnace, the heat making his body sweat around that area. Tiny drops of perspiration were running down the inside of his legs as the soft gentle hand reached down, and slowly started to push back the thin cotton sheet covering his scantily clad body.

The giant’s face was no more than an inch or two from his own, those wonderfully hot lips a mere hair breadth’s away from his own, and the eyes, the eyes stared deep into his own, reaching down and touching him where no one had been, except one.

Scott could feel the softness of the hand as it pushed the sheet back and he knew his penis was jutting straight upwards, through the thin night gown the hospital covered it’s patients with. Normally he would reach down to try and push the throbbing penis down, instead he kept his hands stretched out at his sides, letting the giant blond have his way.

That strong hand managed to easily sweep aside the thin sheet, and now it gently moved up Scott’s leg. Lightly touching Scott’s own fine hairs. Each touch, each movement seemed to send a quaking shiver through Scott’s body. He was racked by the tremors as they washed through his body, and as the hand slowly moved up his leg, coming closer and closer to his crotch. Scott licked his lips and was dying to glance downwards, but the deep blue eyes held his own in place. No words passed, but Scott could feel his questions being heard deep inside the blond stranger.

The hand now rested on his upper thigh, inches from Scott’s throbbing penis. He could feel his penis leaned towards the firm hand, he could feel his entire body tense as he struggled to let his penis reach out for the hand. Scott blinked under the stress and as he opened his eyes once more, he saw the face smiling, and the eyes sparkling as the lips brushed against his once more. The soft gentle kiss lasted longer this time, and Scott’s whole body shook from the touch.

As it shook, he could feel the hand slowly reaching across, reaching for his own leaning penis. His heart, stopped briefly by the kiss, now was pounding hard deep inside his chest. The anticipation was almost too much for him and a soft moan escaped Scott’s mouth.

Just as his moan echoed in the silent room, the fingers had reached his aching penis. Their tips now gently touched his hot swollen penis. He had thought the touch of the blond giant’s lips had aroused him, but it was nothing compared to the unreal feeling that now rushed through him.

A strange heat seemed to flow into his body, and every muscles in his body seemed to be coiling itself up, tightening and strangling him as the warmth passed through. Scott’s body seemed to buck and shake on the bed with the touch and his balls seemed to fling themselves upwards, pushing hard against his cock root, and his penis was jerking wildly, as if trying to reach under the fingers, banging itself against the bony flesh of the fingers. It was like a signal to the fingers, that now flexed out and let the shaking penis inside their grip. Slowly the fingers seemed to circle the jerking penis, gripping it firmly with each finger around the hot flesh of the cock shaft.

Scott now groaned constantly as the hand slowly wrapped itself around his throbbing penis. Every inch of his dick felt like it was on fire and his breathing was becoming very shallow. The hand seemed to squeeze harder with each groan and he could feel his body twist and squirm under the pressure.

As the thumb finally wrapped itself around Scott’s aching penis, the giant’s full moist lips came down once more to rest on his own mouth. The combination was too much for Scott and he could feel the hot liquid from his balls starting to spill out into his penis. The blond giant seemed to sense the change, and suddenly Scott could feel the pressure of a leg and body against his side and he knew the blond was leaning on him, his whole body against his own, and his penis was crushed hard against a solid wall of flesh.

The blond giant had lay beside him, his shirt pulled up and his firm stomach rested against Scott’s hips, the throbbing penis wedged between them, and as it struggled to jerk against the pressure of the giants body, it only made the firm stomach crush harder against it. The penis started to jerk, Scott could feel his cum racing along the inside of his throbbing penis.

The electricity from the kiss was making him quiver and the heat from the touch of the giant’s bare stomach against his penis was making his tremble. Together they were taking him and squeezing the breath out of him. He was gasping for air as his penis jerked harder and harder and he knew that he was moments away from ejaculation.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, or that there was anymore that could increase his arousal, he felt the lips against his open. Suddenly the rough raspy tongue of the blond giant slowly reached out, spreading his lips, forcing open his mouth. He opened his eyes to stare into the deepest set of blue he had ever seen. His whole body seemed to buck as his mouth opened itself to the tongue, tasting the saltiness of the man on top of him.

As the tongue pushed its way into his mouth his whole body seemed to buck and jump. Every muscle seemed to uncoil at the same time and he felt his heart skip a beat as his body exploded. His penis had jerked hard, rubbing against the taut stomach on top, and he could feel his own hot cum pouring out of his penis.

Scott knew it was spurting all over the hot flesh on top, and he could feel its sticky wetness as it splattered the blond’s stomach. Huge gobs of the hot liquid fell onto his own stomach and he could feel his pubic hairs being splattered by the sticky cream. His breathing was very fast and laboured and yet he still managed to groan loudly, making the room reverberate with his voice, even as the tongue pushed along the ridge of his throat.

Scott’s hands were thumping the bed as his whole body jerked with the constant force of his ejaculation. He was shooting load after load of his white milk, and his toes were now cramping up, and his fingers gripped the bed edge, trying to dig into the firm hospital mattress.

Every part of his body ached from the strain of his ejaculation. He closed his eyes as the last of his cum came dribbling out of his spent penis. His chest was heaving from the effort as it desperately struggled for oxygen. Scott could feel the pressure on his body start to lessen and he knew, without looking, that the tall blond was slowly lifting himself off of Scott. His tongue no longer scoured the inside of Scott’s mouth and the lips no longer pressed against his own.

A sudden coolness seemed to waft across his body, and he could feel the cum drying on his own flesh, as the weight was lifted from him. A calming breeze seemed to be blowing over him, the heat no longer making his blood boil, or his skin perspire. Scott blinked his eyes, trying to push aside the water that had formed around them. Trying to clear his vision.

“Maybe I should come back another time.” A voice said from the far end of the room. Scott blinked harder now and glanced down the bed to see a figure standing in the doorway. As he struggled to recognize the shadowy figure, he noticed his bed sheet tossed off, and his hospital gown all askew, his penis still covered in his own cum, lay peacefully outside the gown, resting on his own flat stomach. It was slowly returning to its normal size, but one look and you could tell it was still hard.

Scott blinked one more time and recognized the paramedic that had brought him to the hospital last night. It all came flooding back to him, and he remembered that this man offered to find out about Randy for him.

“NO” he shouted.

“Uh.. No,, please don’t go….” he managed to get out as he struggled to cover up his nakedness and his still semi hard penis.

The figure moved in at Scott’s barked command. A large grin was on his face as he moved up to the side of the bed and casually lifted the fallen bed sheet up and place it softly over Scott’s prone body. The smile exposed his teeth, white but not brilliant and there was some staining along them, clearly showing that the man was a smoker.

“Well if you are sure….. you did look like you were enjoying yourself there..hehe”

Scott was embarrassed now. Just what did this man see? And what did he mean he was enjoying himself, and where was his tall gentle blond giant. His eyes seemed to try and look beyond the paramedic, shit what was his name?, he thought as he tried in vain to see where his giant had disappeared to.

“You expecting someone else?” the paramedic asked as he noticed Scott searching beyond him.

“Uh… uh no, just ahh…. sorry I guess the drugs they gave me last night haven’t worn off fully.”

“Must of been some nice ones… you sure looked like you were enjoying them….so….. how you feeling this morning?”

Scott suddenly could feel the aches and pains of his body. The feeling of warmth had gone and he no longer felt aroused. A sudden feeling of gloom seemed to enter his being. Had he been dreaming? Was it all just a figment of his imagination? No way he could have thought of all that, it had to be real, the blond giant had to exist.

“Huh? Oh… I guess not to bad…. sorry I just ….. well I am not used to the pills they gave me I guess…..”

“Yeah well I suppose they can throw you a bit…. some of those muscle relaxants are pretty powerful…. but it could of been worse.”

“Yes…. uh… I am sorry but I forgot your name…. I don’t mean to seem rude… but …. well…”

The paramedic seemed to falter as Scott talked. His smile disappeared and his shoulder’s sagged a little. Scott knew he had hurt his feelings and it bothered him. He felt a slight twinge around his heart, and he didn’t understand it.

“Mike… mike’s the name.”

“Right…. I am sorry Mike… those pills and everything that happened…. I …..”

“that’s okay…… not a memorable name really….. well anyway, I just wanted to stop by and let you know about your friend there…. as I promised.”

“That’s really very nice of you Mike… I do appreciate you coming back…. look I am supposed to be out of here later today…. why don’t we grab some lunch or coffee? On me, okay?”

Scott didn’t know why he made the offer. There was something about this man that just made him want to knw him. He felt bad for forgetting his name and he could tell that it upset Mike. He had to make it up to him, at least he felt he did, for some strange reason.

“That really isn’t necessary Scott..”

“No… I really want to Mike…. it’s the least I can do.”

“Well…. I do have the day off…. okay, ….we’ll see how it goes when you get discharged.”

It had taken a great deal of effort to control himself. Scott had wanted to know about Randy, and his anxiety level was approached citical levels. He could feel his fingers gently tapping against the bed as he tried to make up for being rude.

“Great….. uh…. well….. what did you…. well did you find out anything?”

“Oh sorry…. guess you were kind of waiting for the news…. yeah I found out a few things, but you aren’t really going to like it.”

“What’s happening? Is he all right?”

“Yeah, well…. sort of… he’s being held in the downtown jail right now.”

“What? Why? HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING !”

“Calm down….. you gonna give yourself a heart attack carrying on like that…. now just settle down…. okay?”

“Yeah… okay but it isn’t right.. what is he charged with?”

“Well…. they are charging him with prostitution.”

Silence filled the hospital room now. Scott’s face seemed to say it all to Mike, but he just stood there, waiting. Scott was confused. How could they charge Randy with that? He had been the one hit and injured, not Randy, so why was he being charged? It didn’t seem right.

“But… why? He didn’t do anything….. I was the one who got slugged…. by that prick…. I don’t get it….”

“well, it seems like the guy who slugged you laid the complaint, said you were an angry customer or something…. made a big deal of it…. and so they kept Randy, by the way his real name is Chase Randall Hunter, and haven’t charged him formally yet.”

“What? But that’s absurd…. look Mike… I gotta get out of here…. I need to get down there and straighten this out for him…. whatever name he uses.. okay?”

“yeah sure… look I don’t know if it’ll help but I know a couple of the detectives in vice….”

“Really? Shit that would be a big help… would you?”

“Sure, if you really want me too…. but maybe….”

“YES…. look I can’t really explain it right now…. can you get me out of here now? Please Mike?”

“All right…. keep your shirt on…. well keep your bed sheet on…. i’ll go an see what I can do….. you just stay put.”

Scott couldn’t explain it. He watched Mike leave the room and for some strange reason his heart was fluttering. He felt strange with this guy before him. It wasn’t like Mike was your greek adonis, far from it actually. He seemed older than Scott, maybe in his late 30′s or early 40′s even. Yet there was something about him that made Scott stop. He was fairly well built, but he did have a bit of a paunch starting, and his face was rather disjointed. His nose had obviously been broken at some point in time and he had a small scar just above his left eye, that certainly was unusual.

There just was no defying it though, somehow Mike made Scott feel very much different than even Randy had or his blond giant. He made him feel safe, for some strange reason and yet Mike wasn’t very athletic looking. If the truth be known, he looked average, and yet he didn’t. Funny that, but right now he had to help Randy or Chase or whatever his name was. Damn, why did he lie to me? Well, that was a dumb question, anyway after all he had done, he owed Randy or whatever.

Scott looked around and saw the locker and with the bed sheet carefully wrapped around him he managed to sit up in the bed and then carefully walk over to the locker. Inside he found his clothes and without waiting for any doctor he quickly started to get dressed. He couldn’t wait much longer, and besides, he felt fine,, maybe a little light headed but then according to his cousin he was always dizzy. Fuck, he had that to contend with too. Well, one at a time, and as he was pulling his boots on Mike returned with an intern.

“You don’t wait very well do you Scott?” Mike asked with a smirk on his face.

The conversation was short and sweet. The doctor took some vital signs, made him cough a few times then gave him a prescription for some pain pills and said he could go. The doctor also gave him some useless advice that he should rest and not move around too much and see his family physician… as if anyone ever listened to that kind of prattle.

It still took almost an entire hour before he could actually walk out the front door of the hospital with Mike. He had to fill out a ton of stupid forms, present his medical insurance card at least four times and sign his name a gazillion times on a gatrillion forms, or so it seemed to him. At the end he still had to fork over his VISA card and let them charge $500.00 to it for his deductible.

All that paperwork made him wonder just why did he bother to have insurance? He paid his premiums regularly, and on time, and he sure resented that $400 per month, and now first time he needed it, it still winds up costing him money. Fuck, he should move up to Canada, at least there he doesn’t have to pay anything, or so he heard.

By the time he left the hospital he was totally frustrated and his head was pounding. He had one major headache and all because of those damn forms. Well he could be thankful that at least they hadn’t asked him all that stuff before admitting him. He walked out the door just behind Mike and they headed to the visitor parking lot.

“I really do appreciate this Mike… giving me a ride to the police station.”

“Yeah …. well no problem Scott…. and it looks like you had to go there anyway.”

“Yeah… at the request of the Atlanta Police Department no less.”

They walked in silence and Scott’s thoughts were concentrated on trying to get rid of his headache, and trying to figure out how he was going to spring Randy, and then of course how he was going to explain all this to Mike, which was the least of his concerns. Worse, how was he going to explain this to his family? Well his Dad would be all right with it, even if he was a bit staid, but what about dear old Uncle Charles and that bastard cousin John? They would certainly make a big deal of it, if they found out, and how could he keep it secret. Asshole John was in charge of staff benefits which means any claims against their insurance he would know about, and there would be one. Well, he’d have to cross that bridge when he got to it. Hopefully it wouldn’t be soon, and if he was really lucky it wouldn’t be until after the big stock holder’s meeting next week in Miami.

Scott almost walked right into Mike, as he had stopped beside an old honda civic compact. It certainly had seen better days and Scott was kind of surprised to see that Mike drove something like this. Mike seemed to sense his apprehension.

“My clunker…. actually it’s just a beater for me to use while I am here in Atlanta.”

“Huh? You mean you don’t live here?”

“No, actually I am here on some damn exchange program and am just about finished my tour of duty here.”

“Really? So where are you really from?”

“Tucson Arizona…. well actually a small little town just a few miles from Tucson.”

“Really, and you are working here in Atlanta?”

“Well until the end of the month, then I have to go to Miami for 3 months then back home. It’s a training program, sort of, and while the department pays for it, I kind of miss my own place.”

“Miami? You are going to miami at the end of this month?”

“Yeah, I have to work with the emergency rescue team they have there. It’s really something actually, and is why I agreed to this whole exchange program thing….. just for the Miami part of it all.”

“How long you been away from home?”

“Almost an entire year now. It started with some bull shit training in Boston, then off to Wichita for more shit, that really wasn’t all that bad, now here, and finally Miami.”

“Well sounds like you sure have been moving around a bit. Wichita? You must of hated that… nothing ever happens in Kansas.”

“Oh I don’t know…. it didn’t really look all that bad to me, some interesting things I guess, depends on what you looking for.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

They arrived at the Atlanta police station and Mike said he would go and look up his contact in the Vice department while Scott checked in with the detectives regarding his assault. They agreed to meet shortly by the main desk when finished.

It took some time for Scott to wade throught he questions and reports. Finally he walked back down the hallway towards the desk where he saw Mike was waiting for him. He looked anxious and before he could even sit down, he blurted out the questions that was burning in his mouth.

“Can he help?…. is he all right?”

“Whoa… look, let’s go over there and i’ll fill you in on the details.”

They walked over to an area that seemed rather secluded in the main hallway. There Mike checked that no one was close enough to listen in and started to quietly explain the situation to Scott. He pointed out that this wasn’t Chase’s first offence, and that the man who was laying the complaint was rather wealthy and could make trouble if they just buried the charges, or gave him a fine. However, his friend did have a possible solution, if Scott was willing to play along.

There really wasn’t much choice, he thought as he listened to the details of the idea. As much as he hated the concept, he hated the idea of having to return to Atlanta and explain in open court how this idiot struck him and just exactly what he was doing drinking in a bar catering to homosexuals. That would certainly give good old uncle Charles some ammunition.

Scott sat down, his head still aching and his heart hurting with its burden. What to do? That was the question facing him, and he had idea which way to turn. There was one sticking point, the Vice officer said that he wasn’t about to just release Chase to the streets, someone would have to take responsibility for him. So, he had a tough choice to make, to go along and take charge, or to just let it all slide away into the background and go back to his work and his life.

Mike stood and watched the struggle going on in Scott’s mind. He could see the way the man tossed his hair, as he weighed his options. He didn’t know why he even gave a damn about what Scott decided. It wasn’t like he knew this guy, or would even see him beyond now, so why did it matter to him so damn much? He shook his own head as he heard himself tell Scott that if he wanted, the kid could stay at his place until the end of the month.

Why he made that offer he couldn’t say, shit he didn’t even realize what he was saying until the words were out of his mouth. Then he saw the gratefullness in Scott’s face, and his heart leapt and he knew now why he cared.

The decision was made and now Mike and Scott headed together to see the Vice officer and make the arrangements. It was going to take some time, but Scott hoped he could at least get word to Randy that help was on its way.

The waiting was the worst part. Scott was pacing back and forth and smoking like a chimney. Even though the building was non smoking, he seemed to simply ignore it and butt after butt piled up in a make shift ash tray as he waited. He had managed to get word sent down to central receiving and was told that his message had been given to Randy. He wish he could have gone and delivered it personally, but the police officer was playing it safe. He insisted and Scott didnt have a choice, so he paced and smoked.

The sun was starting to set when finally the ordeal of the day ended. Scott was on his umpteenth pace to the far wall when the elevator opened and a policeman walked out with a tall young man handcuffed to his arm. He looked dirty and his head was hung low as he exited to walk right into Scott.

There eyes locked into each other and both of them seemed to suddenly come alive. The dirtiness of the jailed young man seem to simply fall away as his face broke into a relieved grin. Scott’s just lit cigarette lay forgotten in between his fingers as his tired and sore head seemed to suddenly feel a whole lot better.

The drive back to Mike’s apartment was a silent one. No one really wanted to say much. Everyone was tired and Mike still wasn’t sure why they were going back to his place, other than it was going to be Randy aka Chase’s home for a few weeks.

Randy didn’t know what to make of the situation. First he found himself locked up on charges of being a prostitute, and now here he was in the back seat of a tiny little Honda with Scott and some strange guy driving, who he was going to live with. One minute in a jail cell with three other guys, all looking like they wanted a piece of him, now in a car with someone he knew he wanted, but who seemed changed.

Scott’s hand rested on Randy’s and he enjoyed the touch, but now, now he felt confused. He was hurt because he tried to protect this strange young man, and now, now he had a chance to maybe make this more than just a passing relationship and he felt different, he felt unsure. Every now and then he would glance at the figure driving them, and his heart seemed to beat just a wee bit faster, and his pain seemed to ease somewhat. Yet when he touched the soft skin of Randy, his heart ached too.

The apartment wasn’t all that much. It was a small two bedroom in a rather modest part of Atlanta. Mike at least kept it clean, but you could tell he was no house keeper. Dirty clothes were hung on the chair, but at least they didn’t cover the floor. There were dirty dishes in the sink, but you could tell they were only morning dishes, so he could be excused for that.

Mike seemed nervous as he let his quests inside. He wasn’t exactly thrilled by having Randy stay with him, but it was an excuse to keep Scott around. He moved around picking up the odd tossed item as the two walked in, Randy aka Chase seemed rather bewildered by it all and Mike could see that Scott couldn’t decide who to focus his attention on.

“Well… this is it, not much but better than a jail cell I suppose….. ”

“Uh… yeah that’s for sure uh… Mike…. right?”

“Yeah… uh… well why don’t I run down to the store and get some groceries and that’ll give you two an hour or so to talk or….. well ah… i’ll be an hour.”

“Mike… thanks for your help… but really you don’t have to leave.”

“Yeah I do Scott… you need to talk and well maybe you aren’t hungry but I am fucking starving and I would guess your friend here is too… right uh.. Randy?”

“Uh yeah man…. thanks …. that would be cool.”

The door closed, and the two simply looked at each other. Scott looked around and sat down on the couch, indicating for Randy to join him. Instead, Randy took the big lounge chair, and looked across at Scott. His eyes were misted over as he hung his head, his eyes still keeping Scott in perfect sight.

Chapter 04

Scott could see the clock over the doorway, and he realized that it was past six already and the meeting was close to breaking up. He had been able, barely, to concentrate enough to present his submission and answer the myriad of questions that the men across from him posed. He answered without passion and seemed distant. At one point, one of the senior negotiators had asked him if he was feeling alright. He said he was tired, but what he really meant was that he was feeling lost. It had been only a few hours since he dropped Randy off in front of the CNN building where he was having his meeting, and the pain only seemed to get worse as the clock edged onwards.

As the clock struck 7 pm the meeting broke up. He had an agreement in principle, that would keep him employed for another day or two. His cousin John would not be happy, which made Scott smile. He loved to get the upper hand on that skinny arrogant prick. Well with this deal, he would have the upper hand just in time for the stock holder’s meeting next week in Florida.

Scott smiled a thin smile as he shook hands with everyone, and begged off the invitations to join them for a dinner and drinks. While he was pleased with his success he felt empty, as if the whole process was nothing but a charade. As he walked out along the long wide concourse of the CNN building, he wished that he had handled things better with Randy.

They had parked at the entrance to the main parking garage for CNN, and instead of making plans for later he had wished Randy well, like some distant relative was going off instead of the only person to have reached inside his mask and seen the real Scott.

Even the money had been a mistake, Randy had turned cold when he had counted the bills. That was something, a hustler upset cause you over paid him. Shit, he wasn’t doing anything right, and he tried to make amends, but the damage had been done.

He didn’t understand it, like it wasn’t as if they met at a bar and decided to go home together. He had been a pick up, there wasn’t any doubt that Randy was a working boy, and well so what if he gave him a few hundred dollars? That shouldn’t have pissed him off, but then again, he did kind of overdo the whole thing. Sure the kid was great in bed, and there was no doubt that there was some connection happening between them both, but let’s face it, Randy was a hustler, so that meant you paid him money… well at least that was what he thought.

The way Randy looked, when he had tried to explain that point. It was like he was digging a long butcher knife in Randy, the way his face seemed to age with each halting word of explanation that Scott uttered. He shivered as he walked along the wide concourse, feeling like he had just lost his best friend.

Why couldn’t Randy understand? It wasn’t like he meant to hurt him, far from that, hell he was hoping to take him out for dinner again but the money blew that idea. Shit, when would he learn? Scott shrugged his shoulder’s as he entered out into the warm Atlanta night air. Looking both ways, he saw the constant steady stream of people walking by the impressive buildings. Well the new South certainly was teaching him a thing or two.

Slowly he headed towards the main parking garage, his heart heavy as he contemplated his life. Here he was, a young executive who could cut a major deal with CNN for a small cable outfit, who could fool an entire family of piranha’s about his dreams, confound the local matrons of his town, keep the local beauties dazzled by his charm, and yet constantly screw up his own happiness or desires.

Maybe he should just walk away from it all? Who needed to be popping a bottle of tums every other day? Who needed to sit in a large roomy house all alone day in, day out? He didn’t need the fancy executive car, the fancy office that was bigger than some people’s apartment, what he needed had slammed his car door in anger only hours earlier.

It was too bad, he would have liked to have gotten to know Randy more. He seemed nice, and well, for some reason he seemed like someone Scott could enjoy having around. Hell, at one point in the night he had thought about taking him home. Now that would have been a hoot.

Imagine his Uncle Charles when he walked into the door, and introduced some rag a muffin as his new roomie. It would be worth it to see the old bastard have a coronary over the idea that his nephew and heir apparent to the family business was not only a faggot but had a whore for a boyfriend. Scott smiled at that, and his step picked up as he imagined what it would be like back home.

One day, he swore it, one day he would let it all come out and shock the living shit out of those sanctimonious assholes that were his extended family. One day he would just walk into work wearing some floozie outfit, make up to the hilt, and tell his dear sweet old uncle Charles to stuff the family business and then tell his freaking cousin John to suck him. Man that would turn the poor town on end, it would keep the old bitty’s talking for enternity.

Funny how his thoughts of shocking his family always made him feel better. Well, tonight he wasn’t going to mope around. Okay, he screwed up and it would have been nice to be meeting Randy for dinner and fun afterwards, but he was in Atlanta and Randy wasn’t the only hot southern boy in town.

Scott had heard about this bar from one of his many encounter’s at the chat rooms on the GSN site. It seemed okay, but wasn’t all that full. He surveyed the room, picking out a table that would give him a good view of the entrance way and the room.

Settling himself down, he looked around. So far it seemed that for the most part, the people here were either with other’s or were definately here for the same purpose as him. Man he hadn’t seen so much grey haired and balding men since the last family reunion. Well he might as well get used to that, as the next reunion was only a week away in Florida.

The waiter was pleasent enough, and a constant stream of Vodka martini’s found its way to his table, specially after he made sure and tipped the lanky brunette well the first few times. As the evening was wearing on, the place was filling up but he was still able to keep his drinks coming on time. Funny, see you tip well and you get extra service, but he couldn’t make Randy comprehend that. The waiter certainly didn’t seem pissed at his generousity, so why should Randy have gotten so out of shape by it?

Fuck, here he was thinking about Randy again. He was here to find a good lay, not to moon over some lost chance or lost fling. Why did he always do this? He would find someone who had potential, then when for one reason or another it fizzled, he would spend agonizing days over it, making himself miserable in the process. Not tonight, no fucking way was he gonna do this again.

With that determination he set out to check out the room. He watched as across the room some fat old geezer was plying a cute young thing with drinks in an obvious attempt at seduction. Man how sick was that? The guy had to be at least 70, and he took up at least room for three normal sized people. Even from this distance he could see the sweat on the fat face.

Scott watched the scene unfold before him. The object of fat boy’s attention was a slight built curly headed young man. If he was 21 then Scott was the Queen of England. He couldn’t be more than 17 or 18, but he did seem to be able to handle himself. He would laugh, taunting the older man with his long hair, or flash his eyes at him, and all the time he kept his distance.

‘Fat Boy’ didn’t seem to manage any points, as the cutie kept him at bay. It was strange to watch the way the kid could manoveur ‘fat boy’. He hardly noticed the waiter bringin him drinks anymore, as he became engrossed in the scene across the room. Scott smiled to himself, like some secret voyeur, he continued to stare until finally it seemed like ‘fat boy’ had scored his point. Suddenly the two rose up and headed off to the entrance way, together. Well looks like ‘fat boy’ had the right amount for the cutie as they sauntered out, and it was obvious by the expression on ‘fat boy’s’ face that he was enjoying it.

As they headed out of the entrance, Scott almost choked on his drink. Walking in was a tall man, perfectly trimmed hair, close cropped at the sides and top, like a military cut. His shorts had a crease in the front and his shirt looked like it was welded to his body. You could see the hard muscles of his chest.

What made Scott choke, was the stunning hot boy next to him. A pale blue shirt, opened at the neck hung loosely over the tall angular frame. Long hair nicely trimmed flowed out and down his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of new blue jeans, clearly showing a nice package inside. The eyes seemed to constantly be checking every inch of the room and there was no doubt that this was a real looker.

Scott watched as the hot boy followed the tall older man to the bar, and he stood beside the man, as they waited for their drinks. The boy seemed nervous as he kept constantly twisting his head around to check out the bar. His eyes never really looked at anyone, they seemed more bent on checking out the floor. Scott’s heart gave a small jerk as he saw the nervousness in the boy. Now why would someone that hot be so damn nervous he thought?

Scott continued to watch the two newcomer’s. For a brief instant he thought back to Randy, comparing the two and he decided that if Randy ever got clean new clothes, and had his hair trimmed and styled, he would be equal to this cutie. They had a similiar build and the long hair definately helped set off their thin faces, and made them seem very boyish in looks. He wished he could find Randy, take him to get his hair cut, take him shopping. Maybe he should have done that instead of pressing the money on him. If he had, maybe tonight someone would be staring at him and Randy instead of it being him doing the looking.

The hot boy didn’t seem to be having much fun. The tall soldier like man kept forcing him to drink, or so it seemed and the kid just didn’t want to. Why couldn’t that guy see that? Now, if he was with that kid, he certainly wouldn’t be forcing him to do anything, no way. He would be enjoying just sitting and talking with him, but this guy sure didn’t seem to have any manners.

The evening was wearing on and every now and then Scott could hear the military man’s voice through the din of the crowd. He was getting plastered, that was obvious, as the waiter seemed to always be there bringing more drinks and taking away empty’s.

The evening was wearing down, and the crowd had mostly thinned out now. His waiter was being more attentive and he thought maybe, if he played it right, that he might have a chance at a date for when the bar closed, at least he was hoping to try. Donny was his name, and he was kind of nice. He wasn’t tall but he certainly was built nicely. His arms were muscular and he had nice legs, solid ones that fit his body perfectly. Scott could see that he sported a very nice package in the tight jeans, and it aroused him too.

The clock was slowly getting towards last call and he was talking with Donny when they heard the argument break out. They turned to see the tall soldier like man rise from his chair, pushing it back and with a shocked look they saw him raise his hand and strike the hot boy. The loud WHACK of his hand crossing the boy’s face echoed throughout the lounge and everyone stopped dead in their tracks.

The boy had his face lowered, you could see the red mark from the slap though, and Scott was angered at the site. He leaned forward and watched as the man started to scream at the top of his voice.

‘YOU MOTHER FUCKING WHORE!”
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

“YOU AREN”T WORTH THE PRICE OF THE DRINKS I PAID FOR YOU LITTLE SLUT”

Scott couldn’t take anymore and before even he realized it, he was on his feet heading towards the enraged man. His motion made the hot boy look up and Scott could see the tears in his eyes and then he stopped dead in his tracks. The hot boy was Randy.

The shock almost made Scott faint. His knees wobbled a bit and he steadied himself. By this time the bounce was at the table, talking to the angry man. Randy just stared at Scott, his eyes showing his pain and his shame all at once.

Scott didn’t realize he had walked up to the table, until the bouncer turned to him, telling him that he had everything under control. Scott ignored the bouncer as he looked down towards Randy.

“Randy…”

“Please Scott… ”

“Randy, come on look at me.”

“No…. please Scott… don’t get involved in this… it’s not your …. problem..”

“HEY BUDDY… LEAVE MY DATE ALONE!”

The soldier was getting annoyed and Scott turned to face the giant. There was no way he could take this guy, drunk or not the guy was just way too big and too damn well built for him.

“Hey… I know him, okay? And…”

“SO FUCKING BIG DEAL…. YOU KNOW THE WHORE. I DON”T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU DO BUB…. TAKE OFF !”

Scott stood there. His anger was boiling up inside him and it suddenly hit him why Randy had been so hurt earlier when he had dropped him off. It all came to him as he saw the tall man reach back with his arm and it didn’t click that he was about to be hit.

The pain of the fist hitting the side of his face stunned him. He stood there, swaying on his feet, feeling them weaken, feeling them collapse under him, and he saw the tall soldier like stranger grew taller, as he slowly fell down towards the floor.

He felt a strange sensation in his backside as he fell. The room was getting darker, as if they were turning off the lights, and the voices were now muffled so that he couldn’t understand a single word. It was like everyone was babbling away in some strange tongue. All he could think of was that Randy was there.

He tried to look for him, he needed to talk to him, to tell him he understood at last, that he was sorry and he wanted a second chance to make it right. He struggled to regain his feet, but his mind wouldn’t listen to him, it wouldn’t instruct his legs to move. With one desperate struggle he called out, calling Randy as darkness closed over his eyes.

Chapter 03

Scott drifted off to sleep, the taste and smell of Randy over powering him. Thoughts of Randy wove their way through his dreams. Thoughts of coming home to his large home and seeing Randy waiting for him, and other such quaint domestic visions passed through his mind as he slept hard and deep, in Randy’s arms.

Randy, hearing the soft whistle of air through Scott’s mouth, a sort of almost snore, kept him awake and thinking. He enjoyed his time with Scott, and it was strange, how he felt so at peace with this stranger. If only it could last, but he knew that come morning it would be thanks, and if he was lucky he would get a few dollars and then be dropped off back at Gainesville, his home away from home. In fact, not really a home, just a place where he existed. What he wouldn’t do for a real chance at a home, a place where he could just kick back and be himself, not worry if someone was out to knife him in the back or steal his holed runners because they had less holes than the thieves. If only…. the thoughts of what could be, kept him tossing, and yet everytime he moved one way, he could still feel Scott’s body next to his.

Scott woke with the sun shining into the room. A warm yellow glare cast its shadow over his bed and as he stirred he saw the still sleeping shape of Randy. He raised himself up onto one arm, and with his other he gently pushed aside the long strands of Randy’s hair.

He marveled at the way Randy looked. The soft skin, glistening in the morning’s rays. He looked so young there, it turned Scott’s heart a beat. With care he lay there, just drinking in all of Randy’s form. The way his eyelashes seemed to flicker with the air currents, the way his cheeks puffed slightly as he breathed in. Scott could see the soft upward and downward motion of the pale chest, see the rise and fall of the pecs as Randy slept on.

‘Damn he thought, this kid was really a turn on to him. He could feel his morning erection stiffen even more as he gazed down at the lanky body next to his. He knew it was naked underneath, just as he was, and he had this sudden urge to just grab Randy and pull him close to his body, and hug the stuffing out of him. Why was this kid so different from the countless other’s he had picked up? It nagged at his soul, but he couldn’t deny his desire for the warm flesh of Randy.

Randy was dreaming of a large house set back off a dusty country road. He could see the large front porch with a screen covering, protecting the house from the invading summer insects. In his dream, he was sitting on one of those two seater swing couches or whatever it was you called them, a tall older man next to him. He smiled at that, seeing the blond hair all neatly tied up into a pony tail at the back, the angular face and the loving eyes. Those eyes, the way they stared at him, him Randy, with such desire that he could feel his penis shift each time those blue eyes blinked at him.

Randy felt the soft gentle touch of the man’s hand against his cheek, the warmth of it sent a glow all through his body. The touch itself sent a shock wave of electricity through his whole body and he squirmed with the sudden joy that touch brought to his heart.

He blinked his eyes, and saw the sun’s glow throught he window, and yet he still felt that touch on his cheek, even though he knew it was a dream. Randy blinked again, as his mind slowly relinguished the dream and returned to the real world, yet that touch wouldn’t leave him. He was about to stretch when it clicked. The touch wasn’t a dream, and he could feel the weight of Scott’s eyes on his back, and more importantly he could feel Scott’s hand gently brushing his hair and touching his cheek.

The sudden realization of it, made him start, a short tremor, but one that was picked up by Scott. The hand stopped moving, it just rested against his cheek, waiting. Slowly, he turned over, gradually letting Scott’s shape fill his vision, and he saw the blue eyes, filled with desire and passion and without any thought, he pushed himself into Scott’s body, wrapping his arms around the strong body of Scott.

Scott was stunned by Randy’s unexpected leap into his arms. He felt the hard penis push against his body, and he could tell that Randy was very much awake. He felt the wet kisses against his cheeks and as he turned his head, he felt the soft lips of Randy crush into his own willing lips. They locked together, in the early morning sunshine, and Scott felt the heat rise as he kissed deeply. Randy’s tongue was doing wild and wonderful things inside his mouth, he tasted the youth and the burning desire of Randy, and his heart started to beat harder and his breathing became shallow as he let himself fall into the moment.

It was like a damn bursting. Randy’s sudden passion had taken Scott by surprise but he was quickly responding. His own hard penis grew even harder as it touched the warm soft flesh of Randy’s leg. Randy’s penis was firmly wedged between the two bodies, resting on the stomachs, beating wilding with the pulsing blood of desire. Scott pulled Randy on top of him, so that they lay as one in the bed.

Randy’s head couldn’t think, he was blinded by a deep and unreal desire to have this man, to not just hold him, or taste him, but to actually have him and he felt Scott’s need to be had, by him. As Scott pulled him on top, he dug his legs inside of Scott’s own firm thighs. With his strength, he pushed the legs wide, and slid his own youthful body downwards so his throbbing penis was now pushing up against Scott’s very full and firm balls.

Scott was lost, he couldn’t fathom the sudden need to have Randy on top of him. He felt his legs pushed open, and he could feel the throbbing penis of Randy dig into his sac, feeling the heat and urgency of that large weapon. He pushed his legs wider, as if saying he was ready.

Randy could feel Scott’s total committment to the unfolding scene. He felt the desire in Scott and in his own heart, as he moved both of his arms down, to firmly reach and then lift Scott’s legs up. He didn’t even think about anything else, but his need to have Scott and to have Scott need him. He could feel the pounding of Scott’s heart inside his chest, it matched his own urgent thumbing heart.

With a quickened pace, he lifted Scott’s legs up onto his shoulders, and then he leaned forward with his whole body weight pressing against the back of Scott’s legs. He opened his eyes, staring down into the liquid blue of Scott’s eyes, seeing the desire, the passion, the need, shimmering in a sparkling ocean of deep blue. He caught his breath at that site, and he could feel his penis, it was wedged hard against Scott’s rectum, it felt like it was stretching forward, eager to join the fray.

They looked at each other, for only a moment, but one that neither had ever experienced before. A sudden calm seemed to hold them both. Scott, laying on the bed, his legs high up in the air on Randy’s shoulders. Randy, his body poised to power it’s way down, his groin aching in anticipation of the coming moment.

Scott shivered as he felt Randy’s thoughts pass through his own brain, and he knew Randy was hearing his own reflections. As if watching a slow motion replay, he saw the tall young body slowly lower itself, millemeter by millemeter towards him. He could feel the sudden searing pain start in his rectum, as the hot thick penis pushed inwards, under the pressure of the lowering body behind it. Scott could feel the wave of pain slowly make it’s way into his body, and then he also could feel the beginning of another wave, but this one was of pure pleasure.

Before the 1st wave could reach his soul, the 2nd wave had caught it, and was now engulfing it, washing over it, cleansing it, damping it, and then finally, erasing it from his feelings, replacing it now with a total sense of joy and pleasure. A deep glow of warmth replaced the harsh ache of Randy’s penetration, and as the huge cock slid further into his body, he felt his own penis jerk against the hot flesh that held it.

As the wave hit his heart, a soft long trembling groan escaped his lips. He tossed his head to one side as the wave passed through his heart up to his brain, and his legs twitched as they felt the warm soft flesh of Randy’s groin press against them.

Randy couldn’t believe the way his body trembled and shook as he pushed down, sending his long hard cock into Scott’s willing body. His heart seemed to have stopped, as he felt each inch of his penis push in, feeling the soft inside lining of Scott’s rectum, feeling the warmth and heat that was Scott.

He couldn’t see anything but bright blue flashes. They streaked across his vision, blinding him with their brilliance as he neared the end of his journey downwards. Randy was faint as his lungs waited for that final touch, that final union. He heard a strange low groaning sound, and he answered it with one of his own, as his crotch pushed against the hot flesh of Scott’s buttocks. He was inside, fully, and he could feel the strong muscles wrap themselves around his throbbing penis now. They held him in place, squeezing against all sides of the penis, strangling it, as if it was a precious jewel.

Scott lost control over his limbs as Randy’s penis pushed deep inside him. He could feel the bristles of Randy’s pubic hairs against his own blond ass cheek hairs. They rubbed each other, sending tremor after tremor into his already shaking body. Scott’s legs were quivering like a vibrator as Randy’s crotch pushed hard against Scott’s raised buttocks.

As his penis pushed deep inside, his crotch resting on the raised firm ass cheeks, Randy started to swivel his hips, sending his penis around and around inside of Scott’s anus. He could feel the muscles inside, desperately trying to hold onto his throbbing penis, trying to keep it still, but relenting under the strong push and pull of his hips. Randy groaned now, louder, as he felt Scott’s muscles struggle against his hot cock.

Scott was tossing his head back and forth under the extreme pleasure that wafted through his whole body. He couldn’t contain himself and small whimpers escaped from his lips, joining Randy’s moans. He felt his insides being twisted and turned as Randy ground his hips into his ass. Scott thrashed around, his arms flaying outwards as his muscles tried to grabble with the throbbing cock deep inside him.

Randy started to lift himself, his hips started to slowly lift upwards, raising his own pale ass cheeks higher into the air, and pulling his throbbing penis up, letting it rise back out of the inferno that was Scott’s insides. He had it almost half way out, when he felt Scott’s hands grib him, and without a second’s thought, he stopped his motion upwards, and with a sudden fierceness, he plunged it back inside. He pushed hard with all of his inner strength.

The huge cock, moments earlier on its way out, was now wildly pushing back in, it roared past the shocked muscles, ignoring their grip. It jerked from side to side as it dug itself deep into Scott’s body.

There was no second breath. Randy could barely gasp for his air, his whole body was so wrapped up in entering Scott’s body. He felt himself shaking, he could feel his head rolling from side to side on his shoulders, his legs became weak and his arms were quivering under the weight of his body.

Scott was twisting and turning under the second sudden assault on his lower extremities. He could feel his muscles scream as the huge throbbing penis pushed past their defences, tearing free from their grasp. His heart was pounding faster with each second. Scott could feel the bulging cock head, as it pushed deeper into his insides. He could feel the heat and the strength of it as it pushed aside all opposition to its entry. The pre cum no longer sufficient to provide lubrication, as it dove deeper inside. His whole body shook with the assualt, and as the hard solid head touched his insides, he could feel his own penis jerk hard against his stomach. Scott felt a sudden hot splash of liquid against his nose, then his lips and he knew his cock was shooting its wonderful load all over his own body.

Randy felt the sudden tremors increase in Scott’s body. He felt the way Scott’s body was squirming and twisting under his pressure. His penis hit a solid object, it couldn’t move past it, and Randy knew he had reached the furthest regions of Scott’s innards. HE could feel the warmth and his hips started their wild motion once more. He could feel his thick throbbing penis jerking deep inside the warm lining that was Scott’s insides.

A sudden splash against his nipple surprised Randy and then his oxygen starved brain was able to realize that Scott was ejaculating. The mere thought of it, sent several tremors all through Randy’s sweating body. He could feel them all rush towards his spinning penis deep inside Scott.

Randy’s blood began a sudden mad dash, leaving every part of his body, racing all to the one single point of his entire focus… to his throbbing penis. It was a race that would be won quickly, the blood pushing the hard cock even deeper, making it spin even tighter inside the velvety lining of Scott and then with a loud strident cry of joy, Randy’s cock exploded inside Scott’s trembling body.

Huge uncontrolled spasms took over Randy’s body, making hs whole body twist and tremble. His cock head seemed to disappear into a sea of hot sticky cum as Randy’s body danced in a wild frenzy on top of Scott’s own squirming body.

As the echoes of Randy’s cry bounced off the room’s walls, his body collapsed on top of Scott’s. He couldn’t keep himself raised as his whole body exploded deep into Scott’s body. Randy felt his cock shoot load after load of hot cum into the waiting and eager insides. He felt the hot liquid flow out, and then cover his cock head, then as it filled the entire insides of Scott’s rectum, flow backwards, coating his still quivering cock shaft.

Randy’s cock had shot so much hot milk that a stream of it was already slowly dripping back out of the engorged rectum. Still warm, the milky white cream ran down the inside crack of Scott’s ass, filling it as well, then slowly dropping down onto the bed, some of it finding its way down the lower back of Scott.

The touch of Randy’s cum along his ass cheeks and back kept Scott’s body quivering. His legs felt like melted rubber and with Randy laying on top of him, his legs now slung off to either side, aching from their wild gyrations.

Scott was gasping for air, as his whole body slowly stopped its thrashing. His heart was still racing inside his chest, still threatening to burst out of the chest. He could feel a strong pounding on his chest, and he knew it was Randy’s beating heart.

They lay there, each one slowly attempting to regain control over their breathing and desperately trying to calm their quaking hearts. Only the constant hum of hte air conditioner intruded on their thoughts.

The sound of the phone ringing broke up their peaceful rest in each other’s arms. Randy managed to free himself so Scott could reach out to grab the phone. He grinned down at Scott who smiled back up to the tall youthful figure, his body still sticky from his and Randy’s sweat, not to mention cum.

Randy moved off as Scott answered the phone and became embroiled in a discussion that seemed to go on forever. With a small sad smile he got up and decided to avail himself of one more hot shower before it would all end. He couldn’t explain it, but he wished he could never leave this room or Scott. Something about him, just, well it made him feel good about himself, it made him feel like he had some purpose.

As the needle like spray washed over his young body, Randy drifted off in his thoughts. He had been plying the streets for some time and he really couldn’t recall any other time when he had felt so at home with a john before. There was something about Scott, that just made him feel special. Scott wasn’t your raving beauty, sure he had nice looks, but they weren’t movie star looks. He had a nice body too, firm and muscular, but there was still that little baby fat around the middle and legs. So why was he feeling like there wasn’t another person around that could compare to Scott?

He shook his head and finished washing up. Randy stepped out of the shower, his long hair matted to his back and he stepped up the mirror. His eyes clouded over as he stared at his reflection. Well, another day, and no matter what he knew he was not going to have another night like he had last night, and mornings like this were far to rare to even hope for a repeat. He could see the sadness in his own face as he prepared himself for his farewell to Scott.

Scott kept glancing up at Randy over by the couch. He followed Randy’s slow hesitant motions as he took his time in getting dressed. The way Randy’s butt looked as he bent over to pull his pants up, brought another painful stirring in his groin. He still ached in his own buttocks and each sway of Randy’s hips made that ache only more intense. There was something about this hot young boy that made him wish it wasn’t ending.

Each time he looked at Randy dressing, he lost the thread of his conversation. The caller must think he was still asleep the way he had to keep asking for repeats on the conversation. No one had ever made Scott feel so distracted from his work. He ended the conversation quickly as he saw Randy finish his dressing.

“So, looks like you are all set to go somewhere.”

“Uh, well yeah I guess so, I mean you got that appointment soon, and ….. well I guess I shouldn’t keep you.”

“Yeah, it is getting close….. uh look Randy….. why don’t you hang around a bit longer? Unless of course you got other things to do…”

“I don’t have anything else to do… just going to hang around and see what happens at the park or downtown, maybe I’ll check Atlanta out some.”

“Well, I did promise to take you back to Gainesville, and…”

“That’s okay, I might check out the scene here for a bit, who knows…. maybe I’ll like it better this time…. you don’t have to drive me back…. I can always hitch if I feel like it.”

“Well… least I can do is give you a lift, why don’t you hang tough for a few minutes while I get cleaned up and then we can leave together.”

“Okay, that would be cool.”

Scott guickly jumped to his feet and went off to the washroom where he gave himself a quick sponde bath. He needed a shower but that would wait. He wished he could find a way to have Randy stay, but it seemed that Randy was determined to leave. A sense of sadness entered his body, as he combed his hair and tied it back up for his meetings. Damn, he wished he could cancel out but this was too important. If he screwed this up, his fucking asshole cousin would be really make hay out of it. He just couldn’t, no matter how much he ached and desired it, cancel out. Fuck, he thought, as he checked his tie in the mirror and then tossed his suit jacket over his shoulder re entered the room.

Randy gave out a low whistle as Scott came in. Man this guy looked hot in a suit and tie. The white shirt with thin blue lines was really super, and the silk tie just seemed to make Scott sparkle. God, maybe one day before he died, he would be able to afford to dress like that.

” ‘kay, ready to go?”

“Yeah, man you look hot.”

“Think so?”

“Yep… not bad for an old guy.”

“You are funny this morning, uh.. before we go….”

“Yeah?”

“Here, I think that should help.”

Scott handed over a few bills folded over to Randy. Randy stood there, looking at the bills and then at Scott. He didn’t figure on getting any money from him, not after Scott bought him such a nice dinner and then let him sleep here.

“Hey, that’s not necessary Scott…. I, … well, …. you kind of …. shit man, you more than paid for my services….. I don’t …”

“Hey, look you made me forget my stress for a whole night and morning…. you deserve it… it’s the least I can do for you Randy.”

“No…. I mean,…. well look…. uh.. this morning, I just wanted to…. it wasn’t for that Scott…..”

“I know…. take it anyway, okay? ….. look call it a tip if you want…. please? Just take it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I am sure.”

Randy reached out with one hand, slightly trembling, and took the folded bills. He jammed them into his pants, and then looked up at Scott. Small tears were in the corner’s of his eyes as he faced Scott. He could see the warmth and compassion there, and his heart ached as he wished he could never have to leave. He moved closer towards Scott, and reached out to him. Randy closed his eyes and kissed Scott lightly on the lips. He lingered, his lips still touching, as his heart ached with a sense of impending loss.

Finally they broke apart, and Randy reached up, straightened Scott’s tie and then together they headed to the door