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Subject: Adventures Of A Teenage Hitchhicker IIIFriday came and I elected to stay close to home. I didn't want to get
stuck somewhere and miss my appointment downtown. I slept in till almost
eleven, ate then read for awhile then decided to go out side. Although I
didn't swim, I went down stairs and hung out by the small dingy swimming
pool and watched the mostly little kids as they splashed and played
around. There was an older boy in the water that I hadn't seen around
before and when he got out of the water I was almost shocked to see the
swim suit he was wearing. A dark blue color with a red stripe that ran
diagonally from one leg up across the front to the waistband at the other
side, the thing was smaller than my underwear; and a hell of a lot
tighter. The boy's dick was clearly outlined in the fabric and it didn't
look small. His balls bulged out at the bottom and they didn't look small
either. Like me, all of the other kids wore the loose baggy suits but
here this kid was all but showing everybody what he had. I didn't mind at
all.As he walked toward me I couldn't help but look at his body; it seemed
perfect. He was taller than me but I think under six feet. His chest was
well defined, his belly looked all rippled and it was really easy to see
the creases of his hips where his belly melted into the swim suit a good
seven inches or more below his belly button. I noticed that his legs
didn't seem to have any hair at all on them and when he picked up his
towel and dried his ultra short black hair, his armpits were hairless
too. I thought that a little strange since he looked to be sixteen or so
and considering what was, or wasn't actually, hiding beneath his swim
suit I would have thought that the boy would have hair everywhere.When he pulled the towel down and began drying his arms and chest and
stuff I looked at his face, which was also sort of defined. I guess by
that I mean his cheekbones were pretty much evident and angled down
toward a more narrow chin. He looked at me and smiled, flashing pearly
white teeth with a single wire silver retainer, all framed by really nice
looking lips. He looked to have a few freckles around his rather short
nose and his eyes almost sparkled at me."Hey," he said, the smile continuing to grace his smooth hair free face."Hey," I responded as I watched him dry his back then run the towel
roughly over the bulge at the front of his suit. He watched me watch him
then said,"My name's Gabriel." He extended his hand and I took it, hooking his
thumb with mine and wrapping my fingers around the back of his hand; the
hippy handshake. I was
Art Lolita Bbs glad that he did the same."Tracy," I said, "you new here?" He shook his head and said that he was
visiting his grandmother; that he was from Bozeman Montana. "Cool," I
said, "how long you staying for?" Gabriel said that he thought he'd be
there for a couple of weeks or so, he wasn't quite sure yet.""So what you do for excitement?" he asked as he slid his fingers up
inside the legs of his swim suit and pulled the crotch down a little bit,
giving his stuff a little more room I guessed since I'd had to do that
myself with my underwear before. Still it was hard for me not to look."Oh, not much I guess. My family doesn't have a lot of money so I don't
go any where, like movies and stuff. I do a lot of hitchhiking which is
fun." The older boy was amazed at that, wanted to know if it was
dangerous and if I'd met any interesting people. I told him the truth, no
danger and lots of interesting people. But I didn't elaborate. He talked
about how boring Bozeman was except for so many college students which
could make for interesting times. He didn't elaborate. We talked a few
minutes longer, trading basic information, informing me that he'd just
turned sixteen the month before. After a bit he asked if I wanted to come
up to his apartment and hang out. Like I said, I didn't have anything
else to do.There was no one there when we walked in, his grandmother apparently
worked, and wouldn't be home until later. I followed him to his room, a
mostly sparse room used for guests or storage stuff. We stood around for
a moment and I decided to ask about the swim suit, which continued to
bulge out as it dried, making it seem as though it was difficult to keep
in check the package it was holding. He smiled at me. Man, that boy was a
smiler."It's called a Speedo. I'm on the swim team at school and anyone who
swims in competition wears one." I asked if it was uncomfortable cause
from where I was it looked a little bit tight."Well I guess sometimes it feels that way but you get used to it. Here,
try it on and see for yourself." With that, Gabriel pulled the thing
down, stepped out of it and stood up, his arm outstretched with the small
garment in his hand. Fuck the dude's whole body was hot looking. His cock
was long and seemed somewhat thick. Not like Roy's of course, nobody's
cock was like his, but Gabriel's dick looked to be about seven inches or
so long and rested nicely against a smooth sac of low hanging balls. The
hair on his cock look like a thick nest of black curls but it wasn't very
big, in fact it didn't take up much space at all. I had to ask."Oh, yeah, guys who swim competitively shave most of their body hair and
keep their head hair short cause it causes less drag in the water." I
nodded my head as I took the skimpy Speedo's from him."Even that?" I asked, nodding toward his
Art Lolita Bbs boy stuff. "Looks like the razor
made a trip through there too. Gabriel looked down at himself saying
yeah, a bunch of the boys on the team decided as long as they were
shaving they might as well go all the way."A few of them shaved everything completely off which makes them look a
lot bigger. Some boys got creative and made little patches, one guy cut
everything except two round circles here and here," he pointed to spots
above and to each side of the base of his cock. "Made it look like he had
eyes and his dick was the nose. Pretty funny. So, you want to try those
on?" I did actually wondering, like most boys, how I would look in such
a revealing piece of clothing. I kept the suit in one hand while using both hands to push my swim suit
down and off. Gabriel watched as I stepped into the suit and pulled it up
into place. It felt a little weird and when I told him that he stepped up
close to me and pulled open the waistband of the Speedos and took hold of
my dick and laid it off to the side a little bit, which shocked the fuck
out of me. Made me start to get hard right away too. Gabriel dropped to
one knee and put his fingers up inside the legs and felt around a little
bit, grazing across my balls, then pulled the fabric down, just like he'd
done outside at the pool."They look good on you," the older boy said as he stood up and looked at
me critically. He walked around behind me and patted my butt. "Nice ass
too Tracy," he said then came around to stand in front of me. I glanced
down and saw that his cock seemed to be lengthening a little bit which
was good cuz mine was about half way hard, which didn't go unnoticed Art Lolita Bbs at
all."Kinda makes ya get a boner doesn't it?" he said knowingly. "Happens all
the time. It's like it feels good when your stuff is being pressed on or
held tight. Happens to boys in the swim team all the time, `specially
when they're new to it. Same with wearing a jock strap." I nodded toward
his cock, which was by then at least half way hard."What about that? It's not being pressed by anything." He looked at me,
no smile, then said quietly,"It's kinda hot and sexy lookin to see another boy get a boner sometimes
cause you know how he'd feeling; It's especially hot and sexy if it's a
boy as cute as you are." He was looking me in the eyes as he said it, his
hand going to his rising shaft and stroking it a little bit. "You ever,
ya know, like beat off with another boy?" I nodded my head and stepped up
closer to the taller boy and took hold of his cock, Gabriel relinquishing
his hold when he saw me reach for his pride and joy.I held on to him and stroked him a little, loving the feel of his
hardening shaft, which reached its full stiffened state in about ten
seconds after I took hold of him. Gabriel didn't stand there doing
nothing but began rubbing at the front of the Speedos, his hand exerting
pressure on my fully hard cock and below, my balls."I want to see you naked," he whispered. That worked out well cause I
wanted to be naked. I let go of his fully erected cock and the thing
sprung up into the air, standing proudly, as any good cock will do. I put
my hands to my waist but Gabriel stopped me. "Let me do it," he said
quietly, his voice seemingly deeper or more husky. I would eventually
learn that a deepened voice was a sign of being full of hotness.Gabriel dropped to one knee in front of me and slowly tugged the tight
swim suit down under my balls. He leaned forward and lay his face on my
thigh next to my stuff the turned his head so that his lips were in my
hairs. He nuzzled me there, his lips moving in the fuzz and at the base
of my fully boned up dick. He didn't stay like that for long though but
shoved the suit to the floor where I stepped out of them. And then he
surprised me. As he stood up, Gabriel reached around behind me and
literally scooped me up off my feet into his arms. I threw my arms around
his neck and giggled as he carried me like a bride to his bed and gently
lay me down then stood next to me at the edge of the bed."Is this all gonna be okay?" he asked and I nodded my head, reaching over
to take hold of his cock as he stood there. He bent down began rubbing my
chest, running his fingers across my nipples which alerted me to the fact
they nipples could be really groovy playthings. One hand began a slow
creep downward, rubbing my belly and eventually found its way to my hairs
and then my dick. The hand moved down and cupped my balls then tugged and
gently squeezed the tender eggs. Holding down on them pulled my cock
upright and Gabriel then licked at my cock head as if it were a lollipop,
exploring the entire surface. Instead of putting it in his mouth he
worked down the shaft, kissing and holding it with his lips.I was getting hot as a sidewalk in August. I wanted Gabriel's cock in my
mouth; I wanted to rub the stiff pole against my face; I wanted to lick
and suck on his heavy smooth balls. I wanted it all. I let go of him with
my left hand and rose up on an elbow and took hold of the raging boner in
my right and pulled it toward me. Gabriel knew what I wanted, wanted it
himself, so turned his lower body to give me access to all that made him
a boy. The entire swollen tip was shiny from his leaking precum so I
licked it off, savoring the musky taste of his ball juices. Like he had
done to me, I explored the entire silky surface of cock with my tongue
before taking the head into my mouth.I had discovered over the past week that I loved
Art Lolita Bbs sucking cock. Maybe it
was just sex, being sexy with anybody, but I didn't reflect on it all
that much. I was hot, there was a hot hard cock within reach, I wanted it
in my mouth and that's where it went. As I closed my lips over the head
and a few inches of the shaft I felt my own cock become enveloped in
warmth as Gabriel placed his mouth over me and began to suckle. I felt a
low moan escape from my throat as I sucked the older boy's dick, slowly
stroking the warm hard shaft. I felt the familiar tingle start in my
balls and stopped sucking on Gabriel long enough to tell him I was gonna
cum. Like Roy, my sperming in his mouth didn't seem to phase the hunky
teen in slightest, in fact it seemed to make him more determined to make
me squirt.I groaned out again as Gabriel took my entire cock into his mouth. I
could feel his throat muscles constrict against my sensitive cock head
while his lips touched the beginning of my ball sac. As a young and newly
sperming teenage boy I didn't have the control over my body that boys
eventually develop so when Gabriel kept his mouth where it was and kept
massaging my swollen cock head with those muscles, well, I couldn't help
it. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as my own shaft swelled up and
fired off in the boy's mouth."Oh fuck," I groaned. I had to take Gabriel's dick from my mouth. It
seemed like I had to say something, seemed like I couldn't breathe in as
well with his thick sixteen year old cock in my mouth. My cumming was an
extravaganza of feelings and continuing to manipulate the cock in my hand
was part of that. I seemed to stroke the older boy even harder as I held
the warm flesh against my smooth face. I felt him thicken in my hand and
then the warmth of his sperm as it blasted out, hitting my ear and hair.
I turned my head slightly so the next shot hit the side of my face and
since his cock was just slightly less than parallel to me it shot out and
left a streak of cum that ran from my ear lobe across my jaw and stopped
just under my cheek bone.The intense portion of my own orgasm subsided so I took the spitting
flesh back into my mouth and was rewarded with another blast of gooey
cream which I managed to swallow. From there I could feel his cock pulse
out more sperm but the shooting was reduced to oozing, not that it
mattered to me as my tongue lapped at the sticky substance and eased it
back to my throat for the trip downward into my panting belly.The sensitivity in my cock finally became to much for me to take and I
moved my hips away from Gabriel's greedy mouth. At my other end the owner
of the dick in my mouth must have felt the same way for he backed away
from me, taking his hard wet cock with him. I missed it right away."That was fucking incredible; you are fucking incredible," Gabriel said
as he turned to look at me. He smiled and told me how hot it looked
having his sperm on my face and I couldn't help telling him that it felt
hot having him put it there. I would wonder about that sometime later as
I lay drifting off to sleep in
Art Lolita Bbs my own bed. What was it about having a boy
squirt on my face that felt so sexy, so outta sight that I couldn't even
describe it. Of course that was before I cummed cuz after I did it, the
feeling of having the sticky goo on my face wasn't all that great.
Gabriel must have had some experience with that cuz he pulled a small
hand towel from under the edge of his bed and tenderly wiped my face off,
then the remains of my oozing sperm, finishing off with the cleansing of
his own hose.After discarding the towel he knelt on the floor next to the bed and lay
his upper body there, his chin resting on crossed arms. I rolled to my
side so I could look at him, our faces maybe a foot apart."Did you like that Tracy?" he asked and I smiled at him, nodding my head.
He said that he had liked it too, a lot. "Can I tell you something?" he
asked and when I nodded my head he went on. "I wanted to do that with you
since I first saw you three days ago. I think you're the most beautiful
boy I've ever seen. I've seen plenty of boy's naked cuz of being on the
swim team and being in gym class and stuff but looking at you just makes
my heart sort of go flip flop." He was talking quietly so I knew that he
was talking seriously, that he was maybe like, telling me stuff that he'd
never told anyone else before."Can I kiss you Tracy? Would that be okay?" What could I say? I was kind
of feeling the same way, that I wanted to kiss him. I wasn't very
experienced at that. Nigel was the first and only male that had kissed me
or that I had kissed."I think I'd like that," I told him and together we moved our heads
closer. I watched his face, so serious, and just before our lips touched
I closed my eyes. I was immediately amazed at how soft Gabriel's lips
were as they moved against my own. It didn't last long, three seconds at
most, but man oh man was my little heart beating like crazy over it.
Gabriel backed his head away and I opened my eyes to look at him only to
see him lean in again. I closed my eyes once more and felt his hand
ruffle though my hair as our lips touched for the second time, however
there was much more to it. The boy moved his lips against mine, sort of
squishing them together then moving them back and forth. Of course I'd
seen that sort of kiss in the movies often enough so I knew what he was
doing and tried to kiss him back accordingly. I guess it must have worked
because he didn't say anything bad about it.Gabriel broke the kiss then asked if he could lay with me. Heck it was
his bed I guess there was no reason for me to be on it and him on the
floor so I just scooted back against, almost against Art Lolita Bbs the wall, to give
him room. He came up and when he lay down facing me
Art Lolita Bbs I scooted up closer
to him. He reached over and brushed his hand tenderly across my face."You are Art Lolita Bbs
so goddamned beautiful it almost hurts," he whispered. I didn't
know what he meant so didn't say anything but just smiled then closed my
eyes and let him rub on me. It was warm in Gabriel's room; much like it
would have had we been in my room so that, combined with the steady
rhythmic ticking of his bedside clock and his gentle touch relaxed me so
much that I fell asleep.I woke some time later to see Gabriel lying next to me on his back, his
muscled chest rising and falling, his naked body fully relaxed in sleep.
I thought on his telling me how beautiful I was but as I looked down on
him I considered his beauty, or more specifically his body. The boy was
definitely well put together, the lines of his muscles all well defined,
his wonderful cock lying in repose across his hip, the heavy balls
hanging gently between his smooth thighs. I wondered if I could ever look
like that, wondered if my own cock would ever get as big as his was. I
glanced at the clock and saw that it was pushing four and decided that I
needed to get going. I rose up as easily as I could and began the slow
movement of getting a leg up and over Gabriel's body without waking him
up. Of course he woke up just as my body was fully covering his."Where you going Tracy?" he asked through a yawn. He reached up and
wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me down onto him and I went
gladly. Our faces were only inches apart so I closed the distance and
kissed him on the lips."I have something I have to do," I told him. He asked if he could see me
again, if we could spend more time together. I nodded my head. "Yeah, I
think I'd like that," I told him, kissed him again and slipped off the
bed.
I found myself being escorted through the lobby of the grand hotel at six
fifty that evening. The drive from my rendezvous point to downtown had
been a drag. Traffic just wasn't happening and it had started to rain
which mean it was difficult to see out of the windows of the car I was
in. That was rather disappointing as well. A Cadillac, it looked like the
one that good ole Bob was driving on the night life had changed so
drastically. Of course there was no window between me and the driver who
wasn't anything like Nigel's driver, James. Look at me, complaining about
a limousine not being up to my standards.Up stairs in Mr. Mastay's suite I was led to a small bedroom and told to
take my clothes off. Once I was naked Mr. Mastay handed me a while piece
of cloth to put on. I held it up and looked it over but since the thing
was about ten times less big than the swim suit that Gabriel had been
wearing it only took a second. It was white with a thin elastic band for
the waist and another that ran from the waist down to the tip of the
cloth. I looked at Mr. Mastay who simply asked me to put it on so put it
on it did.The waistband was tight enough to hold the top in place while the other
one was up my butt crack and pushed against my butt hole. I wasn't overly
thrilled about that, my very first venture into a thong. The cloth, a
thin and soft sort of stretchy material, was barely big enough to hold my
cock and balls in check and I figured that if I got a boner it would
stand out like a nun in a whore house. Of course that was the intention
as I soon found out."Come," Mr. Mastay said and I walked over to a full length mirror. He
stood behind me and reached down inside the cloth and pulled my cock up
then looked in the mirror to check his handy work. My cock was very
clearly outlined in the white fabric, the ridges of my cock head looking
like the shading in a drawing. My balls were also very evident, each nut
clearly visible. He turned me around and looked at my butt in the mirror
so I looked over my shoulder to see too. I'd never really looked at it
before but I have to say that the fleshy orbs pushing out from the small
of my back did look rather enticing. Not as nice as Gabriel's muscled ass
but not bad either.Mr. Mastay turned me back to face the mirror then reached down over my
shoulders and gently pinched my nipples making me gasp. One hand
continued to work on the little brown nubbin while the other was pulled
back then run under my arm and down onto my belly. I watched in the
mirror as the older man began rubbing my flat tummy then gently cupping
my cock and balls."Oh man sir, you're gonna make me hard doin that," I whispered as I felt
my cock start to harden."Exactly," was his response. After a moment he took his hands away and
again looked me over. "Perfect," said looking at me. My cock was fully
hard, the very tip pushing at fabric near the waistband at the top of the
cloth; a tiny dark spot helping to verify my arousal."My guests are going to love you Tracy and some of them will want to
touch you. Under no circumstance are they allowed to take your cock out
or suck you, fuck you or anything but touch. Nor are you to touch them or
perform any sexual acts on them. Your job is mostly to look pretty and
carry a tray of champagne around. Is that clear?" I nodded my head.
"Lastly, you will are not to leave with any of these men. My driver will
ensure that you are taken home." For the last time I nodded my head in
understanding."Good," he said then went on to tell me that I might see some things I've
never seen before but to remember that the performers were just that;
performers who were doing they're job and did I understand that. I nodded
my head and once again he said good then said he's show me what he wanted
me to do.Two hours later the first part of the evening's entertainment had
finished and I'd been groped, fondled, felt, and propositioned by just
about every one of the dozen or so older men that were present. The front
of my little cod piece was practically soaked from my precum as well as
my sperms since I had squirted while a man felt on my cock and I watched
the girlie man on the floor get the shit fucked out of him by a large
black man.I'd never seen a drag queen before so when I first saw her I was
surprised cuz I'd been told that only men were going to be there. I was
even more surprised when she/he told me I was quite a beautiful boy in a
deep male voice. I'd kept passing out champagne while the men watched the
black guy slowly strip the women's clothing from his partner, doing sexy
things with him the whole time. Since everyone was busy watching I
didn't have anything to do so I got to see when the guy shoved his big
black cock up the white guy's ass."Far fucking out," I thought to myself as the white guy kept yelling and
telling the "nigger to fuck his tight white pussy". I'd never heard of a
white actually calling a man a nigger to his face without starting a
fight but the big cocked black guy didn't seem to be bothered by it. Too
I'd never heard a man's ass referred to as "his pussy" so I actually sort
of strained to look and see if there was one underneath his rather small
cock and balls. My action was misconstrued."You like that big black cock boy," a man next to me said."I've seen bigger," I said quickly and walked away. It was true though.
Roy's cock was bigger than the black guy's. But I'd made a mistake and
learned a lesson all in one fell swoop although I wouldn't realize it
until later. The lesson being: don't smart ass rich guys; they don't like
it. The guy followed me then stopped me and said he didn't think that
Dino was going to appreciate one of his boys giving the man sass. I told
him that I didn't know who Dino was, I wasn't one of his boys and if he
would please excuse me I would get back to my work.The second coupling was a college aged guy and a teen age boy about
Gabriel's age. The man was naked except for a black leather mask while
the boy was wearing very tight Jockey briefs. An odd looking contraption
that reminded me of the stocks that people were put in was brought in.
The boy's was hands and head were put though holes in the apparatus and
held in place, the position forcing him to be bent over with his ass
sticking out. The man in the mask whispered to the boy who said,"Yes master, punish me. I'm your slave my master, I must be punished."
The man then slapped the boy across the face leaving a red mark. He went
behind the boy and stood to a side facing the room and began spanking the
boy across his butt with a leather strap."Yes master, whip me master," the boy cried out. The guy stopped and
pulled the boy's underwear down revealing a Lilly white butt and fully
boned up hard young cock. The man then went back to whipping the boy and
taking his time at it. He would strike the boy's wiggling ass then wait a
good twenty seconds before he struck again, the strikes not as hard as an
actual whipping but enough to add red to the kid's otherwise pale flesh.
It wasn't long before the boy was moaning and the sounds didn't sound
like pain to me, his hard cock lending credence to the pleasure he was
somehow getting from the scene.The man stopped then went back to face the boy, his own hard cock bobbin
in front of him. He didn't say anything but stepped up to the boy's face
and shoved his big hard cock into the boy's mouth."There, eat my cock you little slut," guy said as he began fucking an
easy seven inches of cock into the boy's mouth. After a bit the man took
his dick from the boy. "Are you ready to get your little slut ass
fucked?""Yes master, fuck my ass, fuck your cock into my tight ass master; punish
me for being a bad boy." The black man then returned, still naked and still stone hard. The boy's
eyes widened when he saw the thick black meat sticking out from
Art Lolita Bbs between
ebony thighs, the large heavy ball beneath the hose swaying as the man
walked. The black guy smiled then slapped his big black cock along side
the boy's smooth face a couple of times before going around the stock to
the other side."No master," the boy cried out, "Not the nigger's cock master, please
master don't let him fuck me, please," the boy begged. I watched as the
black man picked up a tube and squeezed some stuff onto the swollen head
of his black pole then smeared it up and down the shaft. The boy was
crying then, crying for his master not to let the nigger fuck him, not to
let the man put his big black nigger cock into his ass. I had to remember
what Mr. Mastay had told me about the performers being performers because
the boy was putting on a show that convinced me that he didn't want that
big black thing shoved up his ass. I couldn't say as I blamed him one
single little bit. What I hadn't noticed right away was that the boy's
cock had gone totally soft.The black man stood behind the boy and pulled a cheek open while at the
other end the teenager was loudly protesting. The man held his cock down
with the fingers of his other hand and put the tip of cock against the
boy's ass hole."No master please master no master don't do this to me, please master,
pl.AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE," the boy screamed out in pain as the black man
shoved hard and forced his cock into the boy's asshole. He didn't stop
there either but shoved every single bit of his cock inside the wiggling
body until his black skin was up against the white. He put his other hand
on the other cheek, pushed the twin white orbs apart and began fucking
the boy hard. The boy was sobbing by then and the other guy told him to
shut up then shoved his cock into the boy's mouth.I must have had a worried expression on my face because Mr. Mastay came
next to me and whispered,"Remember, these are performers. The boy is a masochist Tracy. He gets
sexual gratification from pain and humiliation and the entire thing is an
act.""Yessir," I said quietly, the sound of the black man's flesh slapping
against the boy's ass rather loud in the otherwise quiet room. I wasn't
totally convinced and in fact my cock had finally gotten soft watching
what I thought to be a very convincing performance."Oh yeah," the black guy said as he fucked the boy, "I love fucking a
tight white pussy. Shake your ass for me white boy, fuck me with your
white boy cunt." More than one man in the group was rubbing the front of
his slacks and two of them actually had their pants open with their hard
cocks sticking out. Every once in a while the white guy would take his
cock from the boy's mouth and the boy's sobbing would be interspersed
with huge gulps of air, the two competing with the sound of flesh
smacking flesh. The black guy finally pulled out of the boy and began
jacking off and in moments the black hose began squirting out globs of
white cum onto the boy's back and his ass. I'm here to tell you that
those big black balls held a lot of sperm.As soon as the black guy's cock stopped leaking goo he drug the pinkish
head back and forth across the boy's butt then stepped away and one of
the observers stepped up and took his place. Letting his slacks fall to
the floor the man held his shirt up out of the way and guided his smaller
white cock into the boy and began fucking him. At the other end the white
guy had took his cock from the boy's mouth and he too jacked
Art Lolita Bbs off and when
he came, he splattered the teenagers face with his cum. The boy was no
longer crying but then his poor little butt hole wasn't being battered by
the baseball bat that the black had for a dick either.As soon as the white guy was done he stepped away and of course another
man stepped up to take his place, his white cock sticking out of the fly
of his slacks. He didn't appear to be very large, about my size perhaps,
although it was difficult to tell, and it seemed that the boy was able to
take the man's entire cock into his mouth. Another man had gotten to the
floor and after some fondling had brought the boy's cock back into action
and once it was deemed hard enough the man got in close and began sucking
the kid off.Some of the men had drifted away from the scene so I went back to work
with my tray of drinks and when it was empty went back to the kitchen for
refills."How you holdin up kid?" the kitchen man asked as he prepared a tray of
finger food for the group."I'm okay Stan," I told the black man. He nodded his bald, chocolate
brown head at me as if to say okay. The door to the kitchen opened and
the guy that I'd been sassy with came in, saw me and said,"You like that scene boy? You're next. Old Bubba's gonna love plowing
that big black dick into your tight little white ass," the guy growled.
"On the other hand I just might fuck that cute little ass myself," he
added then slapped my butt, rather hard I thought. He grabbed a flute of
champagne and left. I glanced at Stan who had a questioning look on his
face."What was that about?" he asked so I told him what had happened. "I don't
think Mr. Mastay would let that happen Tracy, at least not here anyway.
Besides, I'm not exactly sure how Dino would like one of his boy's being
treated like that if that wasn't what he was hired for." For the second
time that night I explained that I wasn't one of Dino's boys which
brought what looked like a worried look to Stan's face. He seemed to
think for a moment then but his hands on my shoulders, looked me straight
in the eye and said,"Listen to me. That guy is danger, especially if you've pissed him off.
Go
Art Lolita Bbs get dressed and leave, try not to be seen if you can, in fact use the
side door," he nodded to an open door that led into the main hall."But what about my money?" Stan told me that money might well be the
least of my worries at that moment."I'm not trying to frighten you Tracy but it might be best if you left.
I'll tell Mr. Mastay that you got sick and threw up and had to go.
Perhaps he'll contact you and pay you but don't wait around for your
money or even tell him you're leaving, just go."Well, Stan's not trying to scare me had the opposite effect. I thanked
him, shook his hand and went through the appropriate doorway. In the
bedroom I dressed quickly then quietly slipped out the door into the
hotel's hall way and ran as if my life depended on it not having any clue
what so ever that it actually did. The elevator came and when the doors
opened a man with an adorably cute boy about eight or nine years old
stepped out, the boy holding the man's hand. The man looked at the
numbers and arrows on the wall across from the elevator, turned, and
headed in the direction that I'd come from, the boy in tow. As the
elevator doors closed on me, I hoped that the little boy wasn't going
where I was afraid he might be going.I stepped out of the elevator into the wide waiting area just off the
lobby and headed for the front door. I was intercepted by a hotel suit
who asked that I come with him. I started to turn and run but he got my
arm and drug me back toward the elevators, not one of the half dozen
people in sight seeming to notice what was going on. I opened my mouth to
yell but a hard blow to the side of my head caused my ear to ring and my
mouth to clamp shut."Just shut the fuck up," the man hissed at me as he keyed
Art Lolita Bbs into a lock
beside what turned out to be a service elevator. Inside,
Art Lolita Bbs we headed
downward, the door eventually opening on the parking garage in the
basement where we were met by another big white guy who took hold of a
handful of my hair while handing the suit some money with his free hand."Thanks Tony," my new caretaker said, Dino won't forget it. The guy
turned and started walking, leaving me no choice but to go along with
him. Around a corner, he drug me toward a fancy customized van whose side
door was opened as we approached."Get in," he commanded. My "fuck you" was met with another ringing blow,
this one to my face. My knees started to buckle but the man simply shoved
me into the opening where someone else grabbed my out flung arms and
pulled me in then the door was slammed shut behind me. As soon as my
captor got into the front seat the van began to move. I managed to roll
to a sitting position with my back to the front of the van and looked
around. The interior was dimly lit but I could easily make out three
seats arranged around a small table and in one of them sat the scariest
man I'd ever seen in my life.He was dressed totally in black, only his face and head were uncovered.
His skin was white as snow, his bloodless lips a narrow, cruel looking
slash on his pale face. His hair, cascading down over his shoulders and
onto his chest, was just as white, the overall illusion was sort of like
a ghost. The large eyes that stared back at me were the strangest light
blue I'd ever seen and I knew as I looked at him that this guy had like,
zero sense of compassion or caring for anything; and at the moment that
included me."How much money you make tonight kid," he asked in a low gravelly voice.
I shook my head."I didn't make anything," I said rather indignantly and the guy who had
pulled me into the van hit me in the head again. The albino, I would find
out later that Dino hated that word and no one ever used it in his
presence, nodded his head and the guy who hit me got on the floor and
pushed me onto my back. I tried to struggle but he slammed his fist into
my side and I cried out in pain. As I lay there trying not to cry and
barely succeeding the guy did a quick frisk and found nothing but Nigel's
card which he handed to the man."Nothing but this Mr. Dino." Dino looked the card over and grunted in a
dismissing tone then handed it back to the man while nodding his head
toward the driver and the man passed the card forward. I was hauled back
into a sitting position, my arms holding onto the side where the man had
hit me."I don't like people who intrude on my business. People either work for
me or they don't work. People who keep working on their own get hurt. The
question is, are you gonna work for me?" I learned another lesson that
night which was this; when in an untenable situation one should not
antagonize ones adversary unless one can back up one's play. I did and I
couldn't."Fuck you Casper," I breathed out. The next blow must have knocked me
out, which turned out to be for the best because I didn't feel the pain
that was inflicted on me; not right then I mean. I would be in pain for
well over a month after the beating. What I remember after that was
mostly in bits and pieces as
Art Lolita Bbs I drifted in and out of consciousness, the
majority of information being given to me five days later.The first was lying on my side on a very hard surface and being wet. I
found out later that I'd been dumped unceremoniously on the sidewalk in
front of Nigel's home in the rain. Apparently Dino's boys then rang the
buzzer and when Nigel's butler answered the intercom told him there was a
delivery out front.I remember being carried, by James it turned out, into the house. I heard
Nigel say something about finding out who hurt me. Later, in a bed
somewhere, I heard Nigel ask very forcefully if I could be treated
effectively outside of a hospital setting and another voice saying
somewhat angrily that yes I could but it wouldn't be the absolute best.The longest conversation I heard didn't make sense but went something
like this.".and from what I understand it was Dino's bodyguard Powley that did the
beating." James was doing the talking. It was quiet a moment then Nigel
spoke."Have it taken care of. Use our Chinese friends and see if they can get
someone out of Hong Kong so nothing comes back on us.""Dino will know who did his boy," James said. And then I got a real
shocker, well as much of a shock as one might get when loaded to the
gills on Morphine."Fuck Dino," Nigel said vehemently, "I should have dealt with that dog
fucking prick ten years ago but mark my word, that albino mother fucker
will answer to this as well, just not right now." I heard the sound of a
door opening then Nigel say, "And James, make sure that Powley
experiences a great deal of pain.""Yes sir," James answered, a great deal of respect in his voice. Then I
heard a door close. I tried to look toward where the whispering voices
had been but my head seemed like it was in a vice and couldn't move.
Never before nor since did I ever hear Nigel raise his voice or say an
unkind word about anyone.I remember hearing my mother talking and I tried to call out to her but
my mouth wouldn't work. I remember having a dream that someone was
playing with my cock and balls and then my asshole but found out later
from Nigel that it was just the private nurse bathing me. There were
other things but nothing worth mentioning really.When I finally came out of my fog Nigel was sitting in a chair beside the
bed, his head buried in what looked like and old book. I still couldn't
move my mouth much so grunted and watched as Nigel moved faster than I'd
ever seen him move."Tracy my boy, you're with us. Very good. Don't try to talk son, your jaw
is cracked." I raised my eyebrows in surprise, not at the cracked jaw but
that Nigel had called me son. At that point I couldn't care less about my
jaw. Needless to say Nigel thought I was questioning my injury. Using my
left hand, since my right was also immobilized, I motioned for a pen or
pencil. Nigel had anticipated my needing some form of communication so
had what I needed in the room and brought it to me. With a great deal of
labor I wrote,"Tell me." Nigel tried to put me off, saying I was tired and needed rest
but I insisted, tapping the pen against the tablet repeatedly and trying
to scowl. Nigel looked at me in a rather appraising manner then told me
what had happened, that I'd been beaten pretty badly and left in front of
his house where I was currently ensconced-his words-in a room next to
his. I'd had a concussion, three broken ribs, a cracked jaw, two back
teeth knocked out, various cuts and bruises to my face and a dislocated
right shoulder. Nigel had a private nurse looking after me and a doctor
who came by one a day.I wrote on the pad again then Nigel said that my mother knew where I was,
had visited every day and while worried, was leaving everything to Nigel
to take care of. That didn't surprise me much. My mom was a really nice
lady but not the most assertive or the smartest. We were also poor and
her health insurance, supplied by the state, not the best by any means so
Nigel was paying for everything. After another note Nigel told me that I
would probably be laid up for three weeks or so.I was tired and even though I was drugged I was still in pain but wrote
one more note. Nigel looked at it then said,"It will be taken care of appropriately." I tapped angrily on the note
that I'd written and not for the last time Nigel looked at me in an
appraising manner as if judging what to tell me. "You're sure of that?"
Nigel asked and I blinked my eyes rapidly three times. He finally exhaled
loudly then nodded his head."Yes Tracy, it's being done." I wrote another word along side my last one
and
Art Lolita Bbs Nigel said, "You're welcome." I let go of the pen and closed my eyes
but before I did I tapped a finger on the words I'd written before the
"thanks," the two words that said,Kill him!
