Sex in the Sky

I lay on the floor for a couple of minutes and rested. Gord came over and began to unbuckle the straps around my hips and chest. He helped me sit up. Gord wiped some cum off of my face. He licked his fingers then kissed me. “I liked the way you sucked my dick, Gary. I”d like for you to come over to my home one day. I”d like for you to meet my lover and some of our friends.”

“That would be nice, Sir.” Gord and I unbuckled the three straps around each of my legs.

“Please, call me Gord. Maybe we can arrange a date soon. Let me help you to your feet.”

After I got up on my feet, Gord stood behind me. He pressed his hardening cock in between my ass cheeks as he massaged my shoulders. “My lover will love you the instant she lays eyes upon you.”

This sort of surprised me because I thought Gord”s lover would have been a man. I looked around the room. Bubbie and George where still on the futon and they were now engaged in a leisurely 69. Sam was down on all fours on another futon. He groaned and slid across the futon each time Earl bottomed his mushroom headed cock deep in Sam”s ass. Earl grunted each time pushed his considerable length and girth balls deep.

Big George was watching them. He was idly stroking his cock. “Excuse me, Gord.” I walked across the room to where Big George was standing. My thighs were slippery with the cum that was oozing out of my ass. I stopped in front of him and placed my hand under the end of his cock. “May I?”

He grinned as I sank to my knees in front of him. I licked his cockhead and then slowly began to swallow his big brown tool. Big George chuckled as my nose pressed into his pubic hair and my chin pressed against his ball sac, “I”ve never seen anyone eat my cock like this boy does.”

I heard Gord say, “Yes, he seems to be a rather exceptional and able eater.”

My lips were clamped tight around Big George”s cock shaft as I pulled my head back. After feeding all of his cock into my mouth several times, I looked up at him, “Will you fuck me, please?”

George grinned, “Not only exceptional, but polite too. It”d be my pleasure to give you a fuck.”

I got to my feet and walked to another futon. “Gord, let me suck you too.”

“I haven”t cleaned up, Gary. I think I”ll just watch.”

I got down on my hands and knees and Big George kneeled behind me. He ran his cockhead up and down my ass crack. “You”re so full of cum we won”t need any grease.”

He pushed himself against me. “Oh, yes!” I breathed as his big cockhead opened my asshole and his thick cock entered me. Gord was standing at my head. Big George fucked me with long slow strokes. I almost laughed because it felt so good to have his cock bury itself deep inside me.

“Do you feel me getting ready to cum?” I answered by tightening my ass muscle ring around Big George”s cock shaft. He gave me a couple more deep strokes then I was rewarded with a warm feeling deep in my gut. I also felt something warm spattering my back. I looked up to see Gord pumping out his load of cum. I kept my ass clamped tight as Big George”s cock softened and shrank. He rubbed my back, “You fuck as good as you suck, kid.”

I looked around. Earl was standing by Gord. “How would you like another piece of this?” He shook his extraordinary cock at me.”

“That”d be great,” I grinned. “Please help yourself to another piece of my ass.”

Earl grinned back, “Don”t mind if I do. I can”t sleep well if I don”t get rid of all my cum and I know I got at least one more big load in here.” He pressed his big cockhead against my asshole and he slipped right in. He didn”t stop until his big egg sized balls pressed against mine. “You”re the kind of fuckboy I enjoy, slick but tight.” I put my face and shoulders down on the futon. I reached back and squeezed Earl”s big balls against mine each time he completely buried his boner in me.

All of a sudden he jerked his cock out of my ass and dumped a load of cum in the small of my back. I rolled over and Earl dumped the rest of his load on my cock and balls and stomach. After he had wrung himself dry, he got down on his knees and swallowed my hard cock.

I looked around. Gord and Big George were getting dressed. Sam”s face was buried in George”s crotch and Bubbie”s cock was buried is Sam”s ass. Earl stopped blowing me and stood up. “Look at the time. The evening”s gotten away.” He joined Gord and Big George in getting dressed.

I heard Bubbie grunt. He pulled his cock out of Sam”s ass and squirted his cum on his back. George hosed Sam”s face. I got to my feet and walked over to Bubbie, “I”d better leave. I didn”t realize it was so late.”

Bubbie smiled and laughed, ” While you were in the swing, I called your home and told you Mother that you were having a good time and that I thought it would be safer if you didn”t drive home after the party.”

Gord, Earl and Big George told everyone goodnight and went upstairs. George and Sam got cleaned up and dressed. They said their goodnights and Bubbie and I were alone.

“Look at you! You look like you had a good time. Let”s get you cleaned up.” I followed Bubbie upstairs to the master bath. He started the shower. “There you are.”

I stepped into the shower and adjusted the spray and the temperature. Bubbie stepped into the shower as I started to lather up. He had a can of shaving cream, a razor and a rubber tub with a thin nozzle on the end. He attached the tube to a small tap on the shower head. “This is my male douche. Turn around and take a bow and I”ll rinse the cum out of your hot ass.”

I turned my back to Bubbie and bent over. He sprayed my butt then inserted the thin nozzle in my ass. Bubbie was standing beside me. I was able to reach over and fondle his cock while he douched my ass. When he was finished I straightened up. He hugged me, “How many hot loads did you receive?”

“Four, I think.” I lathered my hands and began to wash Bubbie”s thick cock. “Let”s see. Sam was first, then Gord, then Earl. That was in the swing. Then Big George fucked me on the futon. And Earl fucked me there too. So it was five loads, not four.”

I stepped back so the spray could rinse the lather off of Bubbie”s cock. I settled down onto my knees in front of him. I looked up at him as I lifted his cock towards my lips, “But why didn”t I get fucked by you.” I closed my lips around his cockhead. I sucked his cock until it was fully erect then I switched to his ball sac.

Bubbie touched my head, “We have plenty of time for that.”

I stood up. We hugged and shared a deep French kiss.

Bubbie picked up the shaving cream. “I want to shave your cock and balls.” He filled his hand with shaving cream and lathered my crotch. My cock got as hard as a rock as he shaved it and my ball sac. After I rinsed off the remaining lather, Bubbie gripped my cock, “I”m going to check and make sure you are smooth and bare.”

He licked my cock up and down and around. My ball sac was inspected the same way. I gasped when Bubbie put my cockhead in his mouth and pushed his lips to the base of my cock shaft. After a couple of minutes of intense sucking, he stood up. “Let”s finish showering and go to bed.”

The bedroom was dimly lit. We took turns sucking each other”s cock until we settled into a very comfortable and satisfying 69. We gently sucked each other until we cum together in each other”s mouths. I didn”t take Bubbie”s cock out of my mouth until I had sucked and swallowed all the cum he could give me.

We shared a cummy goodnight kiss and I fell asleep with Bubbie”s arm around my shoulder. My head was on his shoulder and my hand was holding his cock.

When I awakened, the bedroom was full of sunlight. Bubbie”s side of the bed was empty. I was just getting out of bed when he entered the bedroom He was carrying a tray with two glasses and a carafe of orange juice. “Good morning, Gary. I trust you slept well?”

“Yes, thanks, I did.”

We sat on the edge of the bed and drank the juice. When we finished, Bubbie set the tray with the glasses and carafe on the floor. Bubbie sat down again beside me. He rubbed my thigh. “I want to be taken by you.” He leaned down and began to suck my cock. After he swallowed my cock, he would keep a hard suction as he pulled back. It felt like he was trying to stretch my cock or trying to pull more of it out of my body.

When he was satisfied with my hard-on, he lay back on the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest. “Take me, Lover.”

I could see that Bubbie had pre-lubed his ass. My hard-on was wet with his spit and saliva. I got on my knees by his ass, held one of his legs and guided my cock to his waiting asshole. Bubbie smiled and exhaled “Ahhh” as I entered him and pushed my full length into him in one motion.

I fucked my high school basketball coach with long slow strokes, long fast strokes and both slow and fast short strokes. Between sets of fuck strokes, I”d jack his cock and play with his balls.

Bubbie, in turn, worked my cock over by constantly clinching and loosening his sphincter muscle. All the slipping and sliding and squeezing soon had me popping my nuts and flooding Bubbie”s gut with warm cum. Bubbie wrapped his arms and legs around me and I lay atop him. I kept his ass filled until my cock was soft.

I pushed myself up on my forearms. “Your turn.” I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach. I rolled onto my back and pulled my knees to my chest. Bubbie opened a drawer in a bedside stand and picked up a tube of lube. He greased his cock and my ass. Then it was my turn to smile and say “Ahhh.”

He fucked me with a variety of stroke lengths and speeds. I worked my ass muscles to try and give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. Bubbie put my legs over his shoulder. He rolled me up on my shoulders and buried his cock deep within my ass. Once more, I had the pleasant feeling of another man”s cock jerking and twitching in my ass as his cum filled me with a warmth that I can”t describe.

We douched, showered and shaved together. We also sucked each other a little. We were nude while we fixed and ate breakfast and cleaned up afterwards. We talked about summer plans while we ate and worked. Finally I got dressed and drove home.

The house was empty when I got home. I went to my room and changed clothes. I was sorting out the Sunday newspaper when Mom and Dad came back from church. They asked me how the party was. I told them that Coach was a good host. Mom wanted to know how many drinks I had taken. I told her that I had taken four. I smiled to myself as I thought about one drink of cum each from Sam, Gord, Earl, and Big George while I was in the swing.

The rest of the day was spent helping Dad with some of the homeowner”s chores. Marcia came home just before dinner. She asked about the party and who was there. I told her that I had a great time and the people who were there were old friends of Coach”s who had been on his teams or had worked with him.

On Monday morning I quickly got ready and drove over to Dan”s office. His office was one of several in a building that looked like it had once been a string of neighborhood shops. Dan”s car was the only one in the parking lot. I parked next to it and went into the office. There was a desk and some office equipment in the room, but no one was there. At the back of the room a door led to a short hallway.

“Hello.”

I heard a chair squeak somewhere in the rear of the building. Dan came out of a room off the rear hall. “Oh. Hello, Gary.” He shook my hand. “You”re out bright and early. I”m sorry no one was out front to greet you.”

“That”s o.k. I wanted to get here as early as I could.”

“My partner won”t be here for another forty-five minutes or an hour. We don”t have a receptionist and one of us usually works out here, but I”ve been in my office working on our business records on the computer. Come on back.” Dan turned and I followed him into his office. He partially closed the door. “Have a seat.”

I sat down. Suddenly Dan seemed sort of tense or nervous. “I”ve talked a little with my partner and we may have some part time work for you.”

“Gee. That would be great.”

“But I”d like to talk about something else first.”

“What is it?”

“Do you remember that afternoon where Laura had asked you to come over and help her move furniture and put boxes in the closet?”

“How could I forget it?”

Dan cleared his throat. “When I went down on you, that was the first time in many, many years that I”d given a blowjob or received a blowjob from another man.”

“Uh, yes.”

“I remembered then how enjoyable it had been for me when I gave a guy a blowjob. Did you enjoy it?”

Uh, yes, er, sure, but. . . ”

“Damn, I guess I should just say it instead of hemming and hawing all over the place.”

“Say what?”

Dan blurted, “Gary, I want to blow you.”

That startled me, “Uh, when?”

“Now.”

“Right now? Here?”

“Yes.”

“What if some, like your partner walks in?”

Dan got up and walked out to the front office. He came back a moment later. “I locked the door. We usually aren”t open this early anyway.” He partially closed the office door again then sat back down at his desk. Come here.”

I got up and walked over to Dan”s desk. He swiveled his office chair. I was wearing a sport shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. He unbuckled the belt and unfastened the fly. Dan open the fly and pushed my underwear down so the waistband was behind, and lifting, my balls. He gazed at my cock a minute then looked up at me, “Laura says your cock is a nice one to suck. And she knows all about suckable cocks.”

He lifted my cock wit two fingers. He licked the cockhead before taking all of my soft cock into his mouth. He used a soda straw suck and my cock quickly became fully erect. Dan would pump his mouth up and down my cock shaft, then he would suck and lick the head for a moment. He took my cock out of his mouth, “Laura is right. Your cock is nice to suck.”

He was just ready to resume sucking me when a car door slammed outside. Dan handed me some tissues. “I guess we”ll have to finish this sometime later.”

I barely got my cock dried and tucked into my underwear and the fly zipped closed and the belt buckled before the outside office door opened. A woman”s voice called, “Dan?”

“I”m in my office, Sandy.” I stuffed the tissue in a pocket and quickly sat down. Dan was seated behind his desk again.

There was a tap on the partially closed door, “Dan?”

“Come on in.” The door opened and a woman who looked to be in her early thirties entered the room. “Gary, I”d like you to meet my partner, Sandy.” Dan remained seated. I stood up. “Sandy, this is Gary. He”s the young man whom I”ve been telling you about.”

Sandy extended her hand, “Hello, Gary. Dan speaks highly of you. He says you may be able to do some work for us.”

“Hello. Yes, I”m looking for part time work this summer and Dan said you may have something that I could do.” I hoped she hadn”t noticed the bulge in my shorts.

“May I ask why just part time?”

“I”m going to enroll in some classes at the community college and I won”t be able to work full time for a while.”

“Good for you. It”s always good to keep learning. Dan, have you told Gary anything about the job?”

“No.” Sandy pulled over a second chair and I sat back down. “We just assumed management of several rental properties. They are located over town and we want someone who can help us keep an eye on things and do some general maintenance. Shall we go look at some of them?”

Sandy stood. She was wearing a light summer frock. “Let me quickly change.” She smiled at me. “Some of the places are pretty trashy at the moment.” Sandy was back shortly. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, slacks and running shoes. She was about five feet four or five and from the way her blouse was packed, she looked like she had, to put it crudely, a “nice rack”. The way her slacks were stretched across her butt, I suspected she had a very nice ass too.

We drove together over to one of the rental houses. And, yes, it needed some pretty extensive cleanup inside and outside. They asked me if I was still interested in the work and I told them I could start in the morning. When we got back to their office, Sandy and I filled out forms for withholding tax and so on.

I asked about the salary. Sandy looked at me, “Dan told me about your construction job last summer. How does two dollars an hour above your highest rate from last summer sound?”

“Gee, that”s sounds great. I haven”t enrolled in any classes yet so I don”t know if I”ll be able to work mornings or afternoons, but I plan on working four hours a day if that is o.k.”

Sandy smiled at me, “Either would be fine. We”ll work with you on the number of hours. Until you start classes, you can work full time if you wish.”

“Thanks. That”s great. Where do you want me start tomorrow?”

Dan opened a file. “We have one furnished house that we”d like to get rented as soon as possible. It needs interior painting and cleaning. If you could start there tomorrow.”

“Sure. Where is it located?”

Dan handed me a sheet of paper with the address. “Here”s a front door key. We”ve already purchased paint and painting supplies. The paints cans are marked for each room.”

Sandy handed me a cell phone and chargers. “You can carry this. Dan and my cell numbers and the office number are programmed in so you can get in touch with us if you need anything. Now, let”s go look at the truck.”

“The truck?”

Dan laughed, “We don”t expect you to drive your car all over town. He lead the way through the building to the back door. It opened into a small fenced parking area. There was a small pickup with a shell parked next to the building. “Here are the truck keys, a key to the lock on the gate and a key to the back door. You can park your car here when you take the truck out.”

Sandy opened the tailgate. “We”ve put in some tools for maintenance, but I”m sure we”ve missed some. I”ve got to run. I probably won”t see you tomorrow. Good by, Gary. Dan.”

“Good by, Sandy. Thanks for everything.”

Dan put his hand on my shoulder, “I suppose you have some other things to do today?”

“Well, I”ve got a couple of errands to run, but I want to see what all is in the truck first.”

Dan smiled, “I”ve got to meet a client, so I”ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Dan went back inside. I walked around the truck and looked at it. S & D Property Management and the office telephone number was painted on both doors and across the tail gate. Either Dan was very polite or he wasn”t the senior partner.

I checked out the tools in the pickup bed. There were two tool boxes. One was mostly mechanic and plumber”s tools and the other was power tools and carpenter tools. There were a couple of heavy duty extension cords, a shovel, a rake, a couple of booms, a couple of buckets, and a big roll of trash bags.

I locked truck and went back inside. Dan was in the front office. “Do you have any ladders?”

Dan looked up, “I should have mentioned that we bought a couple of ladders and they were delivered with the paint to the house you”ll be working on tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Dan. I thought I”d better ask. I”d better get going now.” I turned to walk to the front door. I stopped and turned back to look at Dan, “Maybe we can soon finish the conversation we started this morning.”

Dan grinned, “Sure thing, Gary. I”d like that.” He licked his lips then wiped them with the back of his hand.

I ran my errands and got home by lunchtime. I told Mom and Marcia about the job. After lunch Marcia asked me if I could drive her over to a record store. She wanted to pick up a new CD of a favorite rocker. After we got back she went upstairs. I asked Mom if I could take an old boom box to work with me tomorrow. She said sure.

I went to my room. I was sitting on the bed and sorting through some CDs when Marcia knocked on the door. “come in.” She pushed the door open.

And knowing he would allow the man to do anything he liked to him just to be fed and kept warm and dry for a while, maybe a shower here and there. As he moved down the shaft taking him into his throat the man groaned.

“Damn, baby. I can’t wait to get the full treatment. You’re not a rookie. I can see that.” he commented “You’re really makin’ it hard for me to be a good boy here.”

Jonathan laughed lightly then began to cough again. He had to back away because it wouldn’t stop.

“Why don’t you get in the seat there. I’m pullin’ into a truckstop. I gotta see just how good you are. There’s bottled water behind yer seat. Get one and see if you can cool that cough a bit.” The man stated.

Jonathan stood looking behind the seat finding a case of bottled water there. Grabbing one he opened the cap as he sat on the passenger seat. The man eased up the ramp to the stop sign. There he made a left turn moving inertly over the icy bridge. As he moved the rig off the bridge the two truck stops came into view.

He went to the light turning left. Then he maneuvered the rig into the entrance. Passing the fuel isle he started up a small incline and to the right.

The parking area was teaming with rigs of all shapes and sizes. Jonathan wondered if the man would find a place to park, it seemed so full.

He drove up and down the rows of rigs until he finally found a pull through. Slowly he maneuvered the vehicle into the space. Easing the heavy rig to a stop he pushed in the clutch again putting the shifter in neutral. He then pulled the tractor brake only, ensuring the trailer brake did not pop out. Flipping a switch on the console the engine idled up a bit.

“Now. Pull this curtain all the way around.” The man said, as he unsnapped the strap that held it in place.

Jonathan moved to him grasping the blue vinyl material, which seemed attached to tiny wheels in a track. He pulled the curtain gently until all the windows were covered. When he turned back around the man was sitting leaning his back against the door and window. He had his member in hand stroking it slowly. A strange grin playing on his lips, he silently beckoned to the youth with his free hand.

“Come show me whatchya got, Baby.” the man almost whispered.

Jonathan eagerly went to him. Going down on his knees he moved between the man’s thighs relieving the hand of its slow work. Taking him into his mouth again he drew on him hard as he pulled back.

Bruce arched his head back sucking air between his teeth suddenly. Then sighing as the youth went down on the shaft once more he gently began to pet the youth’s head with a hand. “That’s good, Jonathan. Been a while since I had someone that knew what they were doin’.” He stated.

Jonathan tortured the man for a short time before he truly began to work him to an end.

“Oh, God. Baby, yer gonna make me shoot hard.” He warned breathlessly. “It’s comin’.” he added. “God!” He tensed grasping the youth’s head in both hands suddenly. His head arched back his mouth open he all but howled his release to the entire parking lot.

“Yes, Baby!” He called out. “God that’s good!” His voice quivered with his body.

As he calmed and his body relaxed he drew the youth up to him sitting him on his lap. Pulling him to him he pressed his lips to Jonathan’s. Easing his tongue into his mouth he tested the waters as he allowed his hand to travel over the youth’s body. Exploring the sweetness of the youth torrid mouth he now plundered the teen’s body freely.

Jonathan’s arousal soared as Bruce’s advances progressed. Not stopping the man in the least he leaned on the steering wheel giving him more room to work.

The man followed him now knowing the youth wanted to be plundered. His hand glided over the length of the youth’s thigh. Crossing over the knee it came back up the inside.

Jonathan’s kiss became more urgent. He clung to the man’s clothing threatening to rip something very soon.

Finally the hand now pressed his throbbing manhood against his body. He squeezed it gently as he pressed the heel of his hand down the shaft. Rubbing him there he could tell the youth was very near release. Loosening the jeans he took the teen’s maleness in hand stroking him adeptly.

Jonathan moaned into his mouth. Their kiss was now fervently heated. Though Jonathan was used to his partner taking the lead he now found Bruce letting him show him what he needed.

Moving his hips in rhythm to the man’s hand he led the tempo causing it to crescendo to a faster pace. He began to squirm beneath the man’s work wishing they were having full intercourse. But he dared not beg the man not knowing if he was infected or not. He didn’t want to incense him by giving him some unwanted disease.

“Come on, Baby. Relax. You’re trying too hard.” The man pulled back just enough to say.

His eyes traveled over the youth’s face as Jonathan stared back at him with a begging in his eyes.

“Oh, you tempt me so. I’d love to take your jeans down and ream you a good one. I know you want it don’t you, Baby?”

Jonathan nodded emphatically.

“Gees…” The man seemed irritated that he couldn’t do this with the youth. “I wish I had some rubbers.”

“Not safe…” Jonathan admitted.

“No? You have something?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, you’d just rather play it safe, huh?”

“Yeah.” the youth’s voice had improved but only a bit.

“Okay. Can you relax and come for me? I want you to get off.”

Jonathan’s brow furrowed a bit.

“You’re not used to being pleasured are you?”

“No. I always do that.”

The man chuckled. “That changed as soon as you got up into my truck, Baby.” He informed him. “If I get off, you do too.”

Jonathan nodded his eyes tearing a bit. He hugged the man as emotion began to swell in his chest.

“There, now…” Bruce cooed over him. “You’re such a sweet thing. I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt you.”

Now the youth broke into full tears. He had been hurt. And hurt terribly deep. Not just from misunderstanding drivers, but by his own people. His family. Or so-called family. And that was where all of this had all began. With his so-called family.

“Ah, Baby. What happened to you? Who hurt you so bad? Tell me?” The man’s voice broke a bit as he asked.

“My Uncle.” Jonathan almost wailed.

“What did he do to you? Did he rape you?”

Jonathan nodded.

Bruce groaned his displeasure at the knowledge of this. “Go ahead and cry it out, Baby.” He abandoned the youth’s manhood encircling him in his arms. Leaning back on the door and the window he allowed the youth to cry out his deep hurt. Stroking the teen’s head gently his mind became a swirl of unanswered questions. Boldly he began to ask them.

“Did he start molesting you early?”

Jonathan nodded again.

“How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“Where were your mom and dad?”

Jonathan began crying more. “They died before I turned five.”

The man sighed heavily. “So you were left to your Uncle?”

Jonathan nodded once more.

“Did he beat you?”

Another nod.

“Did you finish high school, Jonathan?”

Now he got a negative shake of the head.

“You ran away?”

Another nod.

Bruce began to understand now. He understood why the youth was out in the weather hoping someone would come along and help him. Hoping someone would have mercy on him and feed him a morsel or two. Let him warm himself in a bit of comfort. Allow him a little rest unmolested.

“Baby, I’ll take care of you. You’ll never have to worry again, as long as you stay with me.” the man pledged as he gently rocked the youth from side to side. This seemed to calm the youth a bit. And it made Bruce know that, that was all the youth seemed to hope for in life. To have someone care for him just a little. And find safety in the arms of someone who truly wanted him.

When he calmed completely Bruce leaned him over the steering wheel once more. Staring long into his eyes he gently touched his face with the backs of his fingers. Taking in his facial features he couldn’t understand why anyone would want to strike him. But the terrible bruise on the right side of he temple, eye and cheek told him a different story.

He was such a pretty little man. His long thin face had dark mysterious almond shaped eyes. The thin line of his eyebrows just above the sockets almost appeared to have been shaped by a professional. A small slightly rounded nose was turned up on the end just a bit. His lips were full and perfectly shaped. Even the outer lining of the lips was prominent. His chin was narrow and curved. The cheekbones were high. His inky black hair now mussed from lack of care fell down him back to his bottom.

He was thin from lack of nourishment. His skin was pale with his illness. The hands seemed small with long thin fingers. His arms and legs were long and slim. Anyone could tell he was weak and fragile. Perhaps that was the reason people had taken such violent measures toward him, just because they easily could.

“You are very pretty, Jonathan. I just don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt you so. But I promise you this….” he cupped a cheek in his large gentle hand. “…I will never hurt you the way you have been hurt. As long as you don’t lie to me or steal from me, I will never raise a hand to you. Unless you want me to.” the man informed him just above a whisper.

Jonathan nodded seeing he meant every word he spoke. He smiled slightly the man’s face so very close he knew the moment they would kiss. And kiss they did. Bruce wasted no time in arousing the youth a second time. He came to know that it was very easy to do so. Taking him in his hand he stroked him once more this time meaning to pleasure him to the very end.

Keeping in rhythm with the man Jonathan moved his hips slowly. He closed his eyes reveling in the care in which the man handled him. Being so very gentle with him as if afraid he would break him in two. Holding him so very gently. Touching him so studiously. What more could he ask for?

Quickly his body rose with the stimulation the man gave him. The youth leaned further back relaxing completely in this man’s embrace. He no longer feared him or felt there was a reason to fear him. All of his reservations had fled in the last hour or so. Now, relishing the feel of being pleasured he afforded himself the enjoyment of a climactic end.

Tossing his head back suddenly he inhaled sharply. His body jerked once with the initial spasm. Trembling visibly he moaned his pleasure to the man unashamed.

He watched as the man’s mouth opened slightly delighting in his release fully. The look on his face was so intense he knew the man had waited for this moment with so much anticipation. His eyes never darted away. Nor did his head turn to watch the flow of his fountain. No. The man was engrossed in his facial orgasm. The sounds of his pleasure.

He seemed to almost join him in such pleasure, as if he too were coming with him. The man seemed to breathe with the same rhythm as Jonathan. He was fixed on the youth’s very expressions as if they told the entire story. And as the teen calm he also seemed to settle with him. It was then that they both noticed the grip Jonathan had on the front of his sweater.

“God, you’re so very sweet, Jonathan. I want you to stay with me. I’ll give you anything you desire if you’ll just stay with me.” He seemed to plead as he covered the now relaxing hand of the youth.

Jonathan nodded slightly as if to yield to the man’s will.

Reaching passed the youth he grabbed a few napkins off the dash to clean his hand with. Yet he seemed to not want to move them from where they were. Once his hand was clean he kissed the youth gently.

“Let’s get you under some hot water. Then feed you a good hot meal.” The man began to move then.

Jonathan stood fixing himself back into the confines zipping his jeans up once more. He moved to allow the man to do the same.

“Go look in one of those bags and get that jacket.” The man ordered gently.

Jonathan moved back into the sleeper digging through each bag until he found it. Putting it on he emerged finding the man had already opened the curtain.

“Let’s go.” He opened the door climbing down out of the cab.

Jonathan followed him stepping down weakly but was quickly steadied by the man’s strong hands. They made their way inside where Bruce purchase the youth a small shower bag and everything he would need to go in it. Then he ordered a shower.

Going down the hall of showers to the door with the number that had flashed on the screen, he punched in the numbers on the slip of paper in his hand followed by the star key. The door buzzed and he pushed it open.

Jonathan followed him in closing the door behind them.

“Now…” the man put his own shower bag down beginning to undress the youth. “You get under the water and get warmed up some more.” the man fussed over him as if he were a small child.

But Jonathan did not dispute his word or his careful attentions. He was actually enjoying being fussed over for a change. Kicking off his shoes he helped the man peel off the tight jeans. Removing his socks he pattered toward the large shower.

Bruce followed him turning on the water for him. He waited until the warm water began to flow before he allowed the youth to get in. Then adjusting it he made it quite warm for the teen.

Jonathan groaned at the feel of it.

“Nice, huh?”

“Yeah…” He squeaked.

“Hmp. We gotta get you to a doctor. You are a sick little man.” Bruce eyed him with concern.

Jonathan didn’t argue with him this time. He had learned the last time not to do so. Still he feared the worse would come of it. The only thing he could do was pray for the best. Hopefully his Uncle would not discover where he was. Just maybe he could live in peace for as long as the man would allow him this comfort.

He turned his chilly face up into the warmth of the flood that poured over him. Looking over at the man who now undressed quickly he now saw the ample strength of Bruce’s upper body. His chest, shoulders and arms were very well defined, rippling as he moved with smoothness. As the man now pushed his jeans down over his hips Jonathan eyed the firm round buttocks, solid strong thighs and calves.

The man turned toward him showing the youth his smooth bare chest, abdomen and the truth of his full size and length. Jonathan’s breath was caught in his throat as he approached.

Unconsciously he moved back away from the man stopping when his back met with the cold tiled wall of the shower. Watching as the man’s entire maleness swayed with his movements he breathed in small quick snatches. The enormity of him was incredibly intimidating to say the least.

Jonathan’s eyes finally moved up the man’s body to his face noting the wicked grin playing on his lips. He wondered what the man meant to do to him. Trembling he clutched his hands to his chest waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for the man to spin him around plunging his manhood deep into him ruthlessly.

But the man only surrounded the youth pulling him back under the showerhead allowing the water to fall over them. He turned the youth directly under the water facing the shower head wall.

Caressing the teen gently he noted that Jonathan stood just a few inches from his lips. He himself being a tall six feet six inches, he surmised that Jonathan must be about six feet tall himself, give or take a couple inches.

Resting his chin on the top of the youths head he felt Jonathan slowly wrap his arms around the man as if to yield to him. He looked down at him turning his face up with a curled finger beneath the chin. There he saw the youth’s fear and intimidation. Smiling he leaned down grasping the back of Jonathan’s head gently.

Planting his lips to the youth’s he felt him trembling as Jonathan opened to him. Slipping his tongue into the youth’s mouth he explored it fully.

He sensed the teen’s reserved surrender to him. Now he knew the youth would let him do whatever he liked no matter how afraid he was. Yet he didn’t understand the youth’s sudden fear of him. Knowing he had done nothing to warrant the youth’s fear he drew back a bit staring down into his face.

“What are you afraid of, Jonathan?” He asked just above a whisper.

Jonathan’s trembling escalated suddenly as he now feared incensing the man with his answer. “Have you seen the size of that thing?” his larengytic voice quivered terribly as he spoke.

Bruce laughed aloud. “Baby, you have nothing to fear. I am not going to force you. I’m not even goin’ there to start with. You know that. And when I finally do, I promise I won’t hurt you.” he now informed the youth.

Jonathan’s legs buckled as relief came over him suddenly. Bruce tightened his hold abruptly. He hoisted him up laughing once more.

“You are a damn funny little man.” he teased.

“I’m glad you think so.” Jonathan smiled a bit into the man’s wanton face.

“I just wish I could take that ass right now. But

I promised Greg I’d wait until the tests get back before I do that.”

“Oh? Who’s Greg?”

“My very close friend and doctor.” Bruce smiled as he spoke.

Bruce stopped the truck in front of the office. He had dropped his load and trailer at the receiver. Then calling his doctor he explained the situation to the man personally.

“Bring ‘im in, Bruce. I’ll see what I can do for him.” His friend had told him.

Stepping into the sleeper where Jonathan lay curled up in the fetal position, he noticed the youth was perspiring profusely. Very gently he petted the youth’s head and the side of his face.

He felt very warm to the touch.

“Jonathan…” he spoke softly. But the youth did not respond.

Lifting the youth in his arms he cumbersomely got him out of the truck. Once out of the sleeper Jonathan began to awaken a bit and helped him as much as he could.

Bruce sat him on the passenger seat. Grasping his waist he pulled him down leaning him against the cab of the truck. Lifting him once more he carried him into the office.

The woman at the desk seemed a bit alarmed at the condition of the youth. She led the man to the back having him stretch him out on an exam table.

The doctor entered the room having seen Bruce carrying the teen in. He closed the door quickly to assess the youth’s condition.

“Bruce, you’ll never learn will you?” His friend fussed lightly.

“I think he’ll be the last one, Greg.” He pleaded with his eyes.

“You want the whole nine yards again?” the man put on a pair of latex gloves hurrying around to the youth who moaned Bruce’s name.

“Yes, if you would.”

“Did you?”

“No. He wouldn’t let me.”

Greg looked at him strangely.

“He agreed with your warning.” Bruce explained now.

“Oh. Smart kid.” Greg looked down into the barely open eyes of the youth. “It’s about time somebody take my side on this.” he smiled at Jonathan then became worried as the youth’s eyes rolled back into his head. “Bruce, I need to admit him. He is sicker than you told me.” The man listened to the teen’s chest with the stethoscope. “I think he has pneumonia. A bad case of it too.”

“Okay, whatever it takes, Greg.” Bruce wrung his hands as he urgently watched the man continue his observations of Jonathan. “I’ll pay for everything.” he told him.

“I’ll put it in your name. Your insurance will cover most of it.” The doctor didn’t look up as he opened the youth’s mouth looking at the back of his throat. “He may have bronchitis too. Clara, get him a chest x-ray. I want an I.V. started. Take a full venereal sample including for AIDS.” he now spoke to the nurse with them. “Swab the back of his throat. Let’s check for strep.”

“Yes, sir…” the woman began to move quickly out of the room.

“Bruce, if he lives through this I’ll be surprised. He deadly sick. I may not be able to save him.” The man confessed.

“Please, Greg. Whatever it takes, do it.” Bruce stepped to the table staring the man in the eyes fully. “You have to help him.”

“I’ll do my best…” Greg stared back surprised by the emotion the man now exhibited.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Greg. Just please don’t let him die.” the man cupped Greg’s cheek in his hand as he spoke.

Greg leaned into the warm gentle touch of the man closing his eyes as he did. His lips parted slightly as he sighed long at the feel of it.

Bruce quickly retrieved his hand as Clara opened the door entering looking at the equipment in her hands. She hadn’t seen the exchange luckily. The two men eyed one another cautiously.

Clara moved around them wrapping an elastic rubber strap around the youth’s upper arm. She patted the teen’s arm inside the elbow for a vein. When the blood vessel rose she swabbed the area with a tiny alcohol gauze. Pushing the vacuum tube apparatus into the skin then the vein she pushed the tube locking it into place. It began to fill with blood. Once it was full she removed the apparatus placing a Band-Aid over the site. Filling out the paperwork she left once more.