Boys of Disco City

by Zack

  Aiden greeted Mike fulsomely as he joined them. The people in Aiden’s group were now the last in the theater. Placing a proprietorial arm around Steve’s waist, Aiden began ushering them toward the exit. But just before he was dragged away, Steve pulled free, turned back to Gil and Mike, and in a low voice said, “Can I come see you fellas one evening? Maybe I can make my fantasy come true.” He aimed the last at Gil with a cheeky wink.

  “Steve!” Aiden called out as he held the auditorium door open.

  “Coming,” Steve shouted back.

  “Well I won’t be, sweetheart, unless you get your ass in gear.”

  “Was that an ass-ignation I just heard?” Mike arched his dark eyebrows.

  “I guess it was. Would you mind?”

  Mike smiled. “Not if you don’t— sweetheart. By the way, what was the fantasy?”

  “You don’t wanna know—at least, not yet.”

  Gil could not put his finger on it, but Mike had been so warm at the preview theater, and yet he seemed to blow hot and then cold by turns. It was disconcerting. Perhaps he was worrying about the next job; or maybe about Rosen? Whenever he tried broaching the subject of what was on his mind, Mike simply brushed it aside and acted as if nothing were out of place. But Gil felt that his lover’s ardor had become… well, stunted a bit.

  A few days later, Steve—oddly shy on the phone—rang to see if the night after next was okay. Mike, who always managed to get the phone before Gil, told him that would be fine. They weren’t going out. Later, Mike found Gil standing out on the patio staring forlornly at the long, wide, verdant space stretching away to the fence dividing their property from those on the parallel road.

  “What’s up?”

  Gil raised his arms to indicate the extent. “This backyard is huge. And we’re responsible for looking after it… how on earth are we gonna manage it?”

  Manage it? How in hell am I going to manage it? Mike felt a pain in his throat at Gil’s words. He hadn’t yet heard from Rosen, but it could only be a matter of days, maybe a week or two. He coughed and recovered himself. “This,” he started in a lecturing voice to cover the catch in his voice, “is a garden. Not a backyard. In England, a yard—when it’s not three feet—is a dismal, paved area with little in the way of greenery. In older properties, the yard was the place for the outdoor privy, the place where you might have had a coal bunker, a few straggly weeds, and a back gate leading to an ash path. This,” he concluded grandly, “is a garden.”

  “So? How are we gonna cope?”

  Mike put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. “It’s December. Nothing’s growing now, so no need to do anything. And… well, in the spring I’ll get my mother’s gardener to come and quote.”

  Mike was in the kitchen when the phone rang. A tremor of dread went through him now every time it rang, but he always made sure he got to it before Gil could. A few minutes before, Gil had been in the bedroom reading a magazine, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Mike knew he was studying Cahiers du cinéma. Gil wanted to get into art movies to please him. Mike hoped the dividing wall would muffle his voice. It was a brief call.

  He held the phone in his hand, the disconnect tone sounding faintly from the receiver, and stared unseeing at the wall. Ice ran down his spine. Ultimatum delivered.

  Gil stuck his head around the living room door as Mike dropped the phone into its cradle. “Who was that?”

  “Oh, nothing. Wrong number.” Rosen had been threatening. Mike had sworn he would make a move, but please, after Christmas and the New Year. The American had snarled, but perhaps a touch of seasonal spirit moved in that stony heart; perhaps he was simply too busy to care until January 1981 rolled around. Mike got his way.

  “Is there anything to eat, or shall I order some take-away?”

  Gil said, “I’m not that hungry today. Egg on toast?”

  Mike forced a grin. “Ah, I know. You’re just too excited at the prospect of Steve coming to visit later.”

  Gil lifted a middle finger.

  “In that case, I’ll go and take a bath first.”

  “Not if I get in before you.”

  In the end, as usual, they shared, but took care not to work each other up into a sexual lather for once, saving it up for Steve.

  Gil opened the front door. The bright hallway light illuminated Steve’s blunt, bent-nosed face. His usually surly expression transformed into something approaching sultry as he saw Gil. “Hi,” he said with an open-mouth grin which showed off his attractively crooked front teeth. He stepped past Gil and waited for the door to be closed.

  “Hey, Steve. How’s it going?”

  In answer, Steve smirked and cupped his crotch. “Packin it, mate. Just packin it.”

  Gil snorted with amusement and led the way into the sitting room.

  Mike got up to greet their visitor. He crossed the large room and stopped hesitantly, then reached out and took the hustler in a tentative hug.

  “He’s just packin it,” Gil pronounced, trying to affect Steve’s London accent.

  Steve stood back, as though to be admired, and both boys took a good look as invited, appreciating the sturdy body, barely hidden beneath its sheath of tight jeans, denim jacket, and white T-shirt. The darker blue of the canvas gave way to a carefully sanded paler hue over the package bunched under the bulging fly. Gil sidled up to Mike and placed an arm around his neck as Steve gave a two-way twist, like a model on the catwalk.

  “Looking good,” Mike declared.

  “Yep,” Gil added, “very humpy.”

  Steve said, “You horny, then?”

  “Could be,” Gil answered lightly. “What about you?” he asked Mike rhetorically.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Good.” Steve gave them both a wicked little smile. “Cos I’ve got something special worked out fer you two… oh, n’fer meself, too.”

  His words sent a thrill of delicious apprehension up Gil’s spine. Mike looked frankly curious.

  “Summat I came across in Aiden’s office the other day. Dunno where he got it from, but it was a weird Japanese book-magazine-thingy, with pictures. There were a few that got me thinkin.”

  “Tell us more,” Mike begged, obviously intrigued at the idea of something exotic boiling up in a London rent boy’s mind.

  Steve shook his head. “Nah. Much better to do it than talk about it.” With that, he stepped up to them, placed a hand around each of their shoulders and bent forward to smooch first Mike, then Gil. The three boys pulled in close, kissing in turn. Mike was the first to reach down to feel Steve up between the legs. Steve dropped his right arm and returned the compliment, getting them both aroused. “Where’s the bedroom…?”

  “Here,” Mike answered, pulling free to lead the way.

  For the next quarter of an hour they enjoyed slowly stripping each other, running hands over brawny muscles: shoulder deltoids, pectorals, biceps, abdominals, and gluteus maximus. They spent time in slowly building a sensuous connection between them, avoiding overt sexual contact, but letting the graze of flesh against tingling skin cause a natural phallic reaction.

  When Steve reckoned they were ready to move to the next stage, he took a pillow from the bed, punched it as flat as it would go, and dropped it on the carpet.

  “You go first,” he told Gil. “Here, stretch out on your back, head on the pillow.” Gil did as he was ordered. “Okay, now you,” he turned to Mike, “kneel between his legs and hoist him up.”

  Steve helped, making Mike shuffle forward on his knees until Gil’s body rested on the back of his neck, his nearly vertical spine pressed against Mike’s chest. His spread thighs were suspended in mid-air, bent down slightly, with his lower legs parallel with the carpet. Seen in the big mirror, from the side Gil was almost in a fetal posit
ion. In this configuration, Mike could rest his chin in the cleft of Gil’s exposed butt. Steve came and knelt down over Gil’s head, trapping him between his knees. Slightly crouching, he took some of the weight off Gil’s floating thighs on his broad shoulders.

  Mike’s role in this seductive composition was obvious. With one hand wrapped around Gil’s sternum to hold him tight, he used the other to begin jerking Gil’s cock. Gil’s erection had wilted a bit during the maneuvering, but it snapped to attention as Mike worked his hand up and down its eight inches. Slowly, Mike lowered his face into Gil’s ass and licked the short pale down on either side of the cleft. At the same time, Steve leaned forward and began stroking Gil’s painfully bunched balls with the tip of his tongue. Beneath him, Gil gurgled.

  “Okay, mate?” Steve murmured between tongue laps.

  “Oh god, yes,” he answered breathlessly. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Just getting started, sunshine.” Steve looked up slyly from under his brows to watch Mike’s face, engrossed in the delight of the erotic moment, as he gradually dipped his exploring tongue deeper into the cleft.

  Gil’s position meant that the normal bulge of upper thigh muscles where they joined the underside of his butt were stretched out, flattening the bulk of the ass cheeks into a wide plain with a shallow valley running across the center stretching from the seam of flesh behind his balls to the start of his spine. Never before could Mike remember having an ass so vulnerably exposed, or so much of it to go at. His hard cock was compressed against Gil’s back, which moved only slightly, but deliciously, with every lick he gave.

  Steve stroked himself, alternating between sitting back so Gil could eat his asshole and kneeling up and back enough to slap his cock head down and tease it on Gil’s open lips. Then he repositioned himself to reach out and lave Gil’s vibrating balls some more. “Don’t you dare come off, mate, not until we’re ready,” he warned Gil.

  “Unh… mmff… I… never felt so… helpless before…”

  Mike sensed through every shudder of the body he held that in a perverse way the helplessness added to the thrills which visited Gil with every slight movement of his torturers.

  Through hooded eyes, Steve drank in the sight, inches below his chin, as Mike’s slow-stroking hand induced a copious effusion of pre-cum from Gil’s strained cock. The shaft glistened richly as Mike rubbed its full length, thumb-stroking the tip with each motion. Gil’s head writhed between Steve’s knees and bunchy calves in an ecstatic reaction to the sensations Mike knew must be coursing through every fiber of his overheated body.

  Mike had now reached where he most wanted to be, probing with the tip of his saliva-drenched tongue at the ring of muscle around Gil’s asshole, which flared and let him enter. Mike ground down hard, chewing with his teeth at the ring and forcing himself deeper into the delicate chute.

  Minute after minute the two tops worked at Gil, as well as themselves in their own way. At the back of his mind, Mike worried that Gil’s bent spine might well give way, but he kept such a lovingly firm hold on him and the spreading euphoria tingled every nerve until he felt like he was floating.

  “This is when I cum off,” Steve eventually announced. “You keep going,” he ordered Mike. He ducked out from under Gil’s widely cantilevered legs and stood up between them. He swayed forward, jacking his cock furiously. Mike glanced up from his tonguing to see the weapon aimed straight at his mouth and Gil’s ass. Sudden awareness hit home as Steve pressed his cock head down over Gil’s balls, an inch from Mike’s working mouth. “Aaah, yeah… you ready for it?”

  The answer came in Mike’s yearning eyes.

  The first jizz slapped the left ass cheek, but the second, much harder, mercilessly struck Mike’s tongue, leaped and flowed up over it. Steve’s salty-sweet zest filled Mike and the cum kept jetting, pooling in the valley of Gil’s ass cleft and spraying the rock-hard mounds of muscle on either side. Mike began lapping it greedily, running the rivulets of Steve’s white jism down into Gil’s gaping pucker in a delirium of rapture.

  Steve relaxed and returned to his kneeling position over Gil, all the while watching Mike chasing the smallest bead of precious cum from Gil’s ass cheeks, down into the shallow valley, licking it up to swallow some, pressing the rest into the inviting hole.

  “Twist his cock up,” Steve commanded.

  Mike, still jerking his lover, obeyed, and Gil’s tortured dick was forced up until it jutted straight out between his splayed thighs. Tenderly, Steve leaned forward, slurping his lips over the drooling cock head. Gleaming gossamers of pre-cum trailed from his lips and the cock as he pulled back, only to repeat the action. Beneath him, Gil went into an even more frantic state at this new ravishment. His moans issued faster and faster as Mike pulled on him and Steve began a serious suck on the first four inches, his engorged mouth pummeled by Mike’s pistoning fist.

  Completely intoxicated, Gil didn’t even feel himself shoot the first blast of cum, the orgasm was so commingled with the heated thrill of the past few minutes. Even the discomfort of his painfully bent neck added a dimension of sex as he blew his load into Steve’s gulping throat. Slurp after slurp went down and Steve’s Adam’s Apple bobbed with each swallow.

  It took several minutes until Gil, collapsed on his side on the carpet, felt able to unwind from his curled up attitude. “Jeez, guys, what the hell did you do to me?”

  Steve lent a hand to help him to his knees, but pressed him back when he tried to stand. “Half time, mate. You need to stay where you are for a bit. You didn’t cum, did you?” he asked Mike, concern in his voice.

  Mike had edged now for so long that his rigid shaft was slicked white with dripping pre-cum. It resembled a pink candle covered in melting runnels of wax. Mike shook his head, though his cock, so coated with his own lubrication, looked as though he might have.

  “Good. Save it for a bit.” Steve indicated that it was now Mike’s turn to up-end on the pillow. Mike gave him a surprised look. “What, you’re ready to shoot again?”

  “Yep.”

  “But at the porn shoot you told Aiden not to expect a second for ages.”

  Steve gave a short, contemptuous laugh. “I was jus bein difficult. See.” He thrust his rock-hard cock out in demonstration. As he rolled over to a kneeling position, Gil could see the veins pulsing along its rippled length.

  A minute later, Mike was upside down, supported against Gil’s knees and chest, his powerful thighs spread out wide, with Steve back in position over him. Gil thought he felt too spent to get worked up, but a few seconds gazing down at the enticingly exposed ass changed that and he felt himself stiffening again.

  He reached under Mike’s thighs to grip his slicked cock in one hand and wrapped the other across his powerful chest to support him tightly. And then, unable to refrain, he buried his face in the thin fuzz of his lover’s upper thighs and flattened buttocks, inhaling the sweet scent of musk and sex. He spent a minute gently biting the barely yielding flesh, first on this cheek, then on the other, to be rewarded with low yelps of pleasure.

  Steve leaned in and grinned with satisfaction at the sight of Mike’s huge balls. “Mmmm,” he mumbled as he opened his mouth as wide as he could to close fleshy lips around one. He took it into his gaping mouth and tasted the pre-cum which had run down and gathered there. Mike’s moans intensified, especially when Gil articulated his tongue to wipe the tip all the way from the spine, over the winking asshole, to the base of the ball Steve had left spare. The taste and texture consumed him. It was no time to deny himself the pleasure, or Mike. He licked back and started to circle his tongue tip around the sensitive opening, gently pushing it in and out like a cat lapping at milk. His fine blond hair fell around his head, where he knew it would tickle Mike’s inner thighs deliciously. The feel of Mike’s torso reverberating in his arms was electrifying, and he renewed the tong
ue fuck with increased vigor. Gil’s abandoned gaze caught Steve’s lazily smiling eyes, inches from his own, and the connection intensified the three-way sex.

  Mike now quivered from top to toe like an electric sub-station about to explode. His groans choked off whenever Steve sat back on his face. When he had been in the same position, Gil had been so wrapped up in what the others were doing to him that, although he felt Steve shoot over him, he had only a hazy idea of what to expect next.

  Steve got to his feet again, and stepped right up into the wide fork of Mike’s spread thighs. He reached a hand out to fondle the top of Gil’s silky, shining head. Gil glanced up to be confronted by Steve’s wet cock looming into his vision. The hustler jerked it fast with his right hand, while he clamped the left around the base to squeeze his balls tightly.

  As had Mike, Gil realized what was about to happen and felt his laboring heart lurch with anticipation.

  If anything, Steve’s second orgasm was even more urgent than the first. He came with a hissed groan. Gil saw the milk-white gush leap out across the two inches to drench his lips and fully extended tongue where it still probed deep into Mike’s asshole. The sensation was incredible. Suddenly, his tongue that had been drying up was lubricated with a fresh load of fluid, which splattered like a tsunami against his mouth and Mike’s ass cleft.

  Steve’s cum-bomb quickly filled Mike’s fleshy valley with creamy ejaculate, enveloping Gil’s taste buds as he licked it around Mike’s gaping hole. The gloppy flow spread enticingly through the fine down of dark ass hair and the sight of it drove Gil mad with reinvigorated desire. He was suddenly aware that the moans he could hear were actually his own, mingling with Mike’s frenzied groans. As Steve finished himself off, he pressed farther forward to push his swollen, purple cock head over Gil’s tongue and up under his lip. Gil endeavored to keep his tongue busy in Mike while sucking up the last drops of Steve’s seminal juice.