by Zack
Some wore cut-off denims and a couple were only in jock straps, framing firm muscled butt cheeks with the sinuous curves developed from regular and heavy use of their ass muscles. A few wore nothing at all. Some stood at the bar while others lounged around two long tables flanked by benches.
One fair-haired young buck, obviously very drunk and more obviously balls-out naked, perched on the edge of one table, his arms thrust behind him, his head thrown back so his body made a stretched arch of ecstasy. His thick cock jutted out parallel with the floor from the lightly-haired fork of his crotch. As the trio watched, one guy tipped up a glass and started pouring beer down the buck’s stomach while another knelt on the floor between his spread legs to lap up the foaming liquid as it ran over and around the cock. The kneeler slurped it up and worked his tongue between the distended balls and flattened thighs to catch the dribbles.
The sight and sounds of the bar intoxicated him like a powerful aphrodisiac. Not the arousal he often felt at the sight of a particular body, but a wilder feeling that made him want to lose all restraint—to fuck and be fucked by every man in the room, to have his body taken by the combined animals in front of him at the same time.
Luke twisted his head enough to see Brad’s profile. He was curious as to how the sight affected the boy. Luke could see in his expression that the abandoned orgy assaulted him in a mix of surprise, disgust, and something else, deeper. Is it longing?
The black giant spoke softly but loud enough for them to hear over the noise from the bar. “Your room is through that door, at the top of the stairs on the right.” He pointed to the curtained doorway across the width of the crowded bar. “Take your bags up there first,” he commanded in a voice of gravel.
They started down the steps into the pit. As their presence was sensed the room fell silent, except for the sounds of the young buck’s cock being loudly guzzled.
“Hi fellas,” said Luke with a confidence he suddenly didn’t feel, for there was a sudden menace in the room. All eyes were on them and Luke felt as though he had been stripped naked, his clothes torn from him, and defiled. What he felt reminded him of the many times he had been the new guy in barracks, being assessed, sized up, considered … and not always kindly.
“Well lookee here,” growled a voice. “We may run out of beer but we sure ain’t gonna be short on young jizz.”
Everybody laughed and the tension in the room broke. One of the young jock-strapped guys came over and aimed straight for Brad, who hunched up instinctively. He had a compact hunky body, his skin a light brown with little body hair, his perfectly-machined pectorals surmounted by large, rounded, dark-brown nipples. Luke guessed he was quite young, about Brad’s age. “Hey, I’m Jim,” he introduced himself, and immediately curled an arm around Brad’s shoulders and rubbed the bulge of his jock strap gently against Brad’s thigh.
“Er, hi, I’m Brad.”
Luke grinned as Brad pulled away and tried to distract Jim’s attentions by introducing him to his companions.
“This is Luke and Harry.”
Luke put young Jim on his list of assets in the room that he would fit onto his cock soon, if not sooner.
Jim looked at Brad again and said, “Later,” in a husky voice.
Brad pretended not to have heard and headed for the indicated stairs to their room, followed by Harry, whose head swiveled from left to right and back again, taking in all the eye candy on offer with a greedy-daft grin on his face.
Luke turned to Jim, gripped a firm arm, and said pleasantly but with a hint of a warning, “Brad hasn’t found his feet yet and needs time to get used to all this.”
“Yes, sir!” Jim replied cockily, grinning as he snapped out a mock salute. “Why don’t you take your stuff upstairs and I’ll get you a beer. And I should change into something a bit cooler if I were you.” His eyes took in the whole the bar. “It could well get even hotter in here later.” He reached out and massaged Luke’s groin.
“Hands off boy, you’ll get yours later.” Luke smiled, then reached down inside the boy’s jock strap, twisted the cock he found there and pulled Jim toward him. He rammed his tongue between the boy’s lips, flicked it in and out a few times and then sucked the tongue into his mouth. He gave the meat in his hand a final twist and let go. “Get the beers, boy.”
Jim licked his lips and his grin stretched wider still over white teeth, a look of feral hunger, and off he went off to the bar.
When Luke found it, he was pleased to see that the small bunk room contained only three beds. Harry was busy rummaging in his kitbag and setting out a few items of clothing along with his folding toothbrush and shaving kit. Brad sat hunched on the edge of the bed he had chosen, a gloomy expression etched across his face. Luke stretched out on the empty bunk next to him while Harry stripped off unself-consciously and donned a pair of khaki micro shorts with a wide Sam Browne belt. He shoveled his feet into desert boots so bulky that they made him resemble one of those kid’s toy figures that bounces back upright when its knocked over.
Harry grinned happily at Luke. “Okay buddy, let’s go and check out some of those pieces of beefcake. My dick is straining at the leash.”
The fat bulge and thick rod trying to push out from the tight hem of his ludicrously short pants confirmed this.
“Be down shortly,” said Luke and flicked his eyes briefly toward Brad. Harry gave an understanding quirk of his mouth, nodded, then went out. They heard him clatter along the wooden hallway floor and down the stairs.
Brad seemed uncertain in the sudden quiet of the room.
Luke lay back, put his hands behind his head, and settled comfortably on the mattress. He let the silence stretch out. Brad was not being communicative, but Luke sensed he didn’t want to be left alone either. The trick was to get the kid to open up and get off his chest what was worrying him. He thought he knew exactly what that was, but in the end the only way was to press the issue. And that was going to take gentleness—a quality Luke knew he was capable of even though it was not something he practiced much.
It was time to try.
CHAPTER SIX
Breaking in the Colt
Quite abruptly, Luke sat up, swung his legs over the edge of the bed and faced Brad. “Want to talk about it? If it’s any help I’ve a good idea what happened at your interview. Happened to me and Harry too.”
Brad raised his face from his hands and looked at Luke. “I wasn’t sure until we went into the bar and saw all those guys, well, y’know, enjoying each other. I saw how you reacted. This is one hell of a weird outfit. Why should they want guys who are, well … gay?”
The corner of Luke’s mouth twitched. “I wouldn’t say anything like that to those grunts downstairs—they might take it badly. To them it’s the most natural thing in the world, to enjoy their own bodies and others like them. I think you’ll find that most of those guys will fuck almost anything if it has a good body and likes a little tough sex. They’re mostly into other guys cos they’re the only ones who can really take that powerful hunk of sex they’ve all got between their legs. They need a body to match their own. It’s the only real challenge.”
The speech was longer and more involved than Luke was used to giving and he felt oddly embarrassed. But he could see a new light dawning in Brad’s eyes and the strain on his face lessened. Maybe it had been worth it.
“Was that your first time? At the interview?”
“Yeah.” Brad gave Luke a quick shy glance, then looked down at his hands again, flustered. “I’ve always, y’know, liked watching other guys’ bodies—in the gym, that is, particularly at the gym I went to, but I thought that was because I’ve always kept myself trim and … well I liked to check out the competition. I’ve fucked plenty of chicks, y’know, at least, those who were turned on by my muscles.”
He looked up and thrust out his chin as if daring Luke to contradict. “When the army guy and that athletic fella humiliated me and used me in the way they did I was outraged. No way, man! It wasn’
t the kinda thing I ever imagined happening and, worse, I began to think I might not get out of the place alive. Yeah, that interview was humiliating … even …” He paused, looked away as though the bare wall held something of interest. “Even though that Jan guy has the best looking body I’ve ever come across.”
“Did you cum across him?”
Brad grimaced, and then he relaxed, patted his knee in recognition, and gave a pale grin at the poor joke.
“I think you’re getting the idea,” Luke said, more seriously, “but the things they did at the interview were meant to be humiliating. They gotta keep control over these guys, and that’s a better way than just giving orders. The men respect it more. Ask yourself why you’re here now. Still, that was a helluva way to get introduced to man-on-man. But I promise you, if you let yourself, you can enjoy the power of another guy’s body. In fact it’s the biggest turn-on I know of.”
Brad looked unsure, but he wasn’t arguing the point. He sniffed and said, “I never let a guy touch me before …” He lifted his head and held Luke’s steady gaze.
Luke knew instinctively that the moment had arrived. He sensed longing in the boy’s bravely unwavering stare, even if it was a feeling he thought Brad did not yet fully comprehend.
Luke stood up and stepped across the small intervening space. He bent over and eased Brad’s shirt from the waistband of his jeans. The boy made no move to stop him, his eyes upturned and locked on Luke’s. After loosening a couple of buttons, he lifted the shirt over Brad’s head, together with the singlet undershirt.
If he’s going to resist, now’s the time.
Brad’s brown eyes were big. He remained sitting quietly, looking up at Luke.
Shit! He trusts me. Gotta go easy with this one.
Luke laid Brad back on the bed gently and with the tips of his fingers traced the contours of the boy’s muscles. Luke realized now that was how he saw Brad, a boy who was about to grow into manhood. His fingers followed the rounded edge of his pectorals until they reached his long nipples. As soon as Luke stood over him, Brad closed his eyes submissively. His breathing, which had been a little ragged, relaxed and he parted his lips.
Luke bent further over him. He placed his mouth over a nipple and dribbled a bead of saliva onto it. Then sucked it between his lips and teased its pointed tip with his tongue. Brad’s body stirred. Fuck, but it’s wonderful when you get an inexperienced guy going…
Suddenly the nipple was erect in his mouth. Luke lowered himself to his knees on the floorboards, his lips never leaving the tit. He took it between his teeth and bit gently then a little more firmly. Brad moaned very softly, and Luke saw the boy’s buttocks arch slightly off the mattress.
He let go of the nipple and drew his tongue in a delicate wet tracery across his chest down into the deep valley between his pectorals, licking the soft down that grew there. Now he tracked his tongue down the firm abdomen kissing the fresh, warm skin occasionally, at the same time scratching his fingernails lightly down Brad’s sides. Brad moaned softly with each new sensation as his abdomen rose and fell, and pressed into Luke’s face.
The heat from the boy’s skin grew more intense as Luke kissed and licked his way nearer to the boy’s sex. Now he was over the navel and he spat into the small well and then tongued his saliva out again. Brad raised his hands from the bunk and began to undo his jeans, but Luke stopped him and unfastened the top button himself. Then he slowly drew the zipper down. Luke stood up and removed the boy’s boots and then his jeans. Quickly Luke stripped off himself.
It was a long time since Luke could remember being so gentle with anyone and his achingly solid hard-on testified to how much he was enjoying it. Brad’s cock was not yet fully stiff, so Luke lay slowly down on top of him, covering his body and putting his own cock between the boy’s legs, gently pressing between his thighs. He looked down at the slightly parted lips in front of his own and smelled the sweet breath on his face. Luke wondered if Brad would let him kiss his mouth. There had been guys in the army Luke knew who would happily justify having sex with another guy as being an okay thing when the juices were running high, but kissing, mouth-to-mouth—ugh! That was a faggoty thing to do, and they weren’t really fags, were they?
Slowly he brushed his lips over Brad’s, a careful dry friction. The boy made no move to encourage or deny the sensation. Luke opened his mouth slightly and brought the tiniest tip of his tongue into play to gently moisten Brad’s cool lips, sliding sideways and back from each dimple to taunt the central depression. He pressed in until he felt a slight parting, and then slipped his tongue into the waiting mouth. Suddenly Brad’s own tongue came alive and they teased each other briefly. Luke could feel the boy’s hunger rising and soon their kisses grew in passion. Brad tongued back with increasing ardor and the whole length of his body melted against Luke’s.
Better still, Luke felt Brad’s cock stiffening until it became fully erect and bumped arrhythmically but insistently against Luke’s stomach. After his two ordeals at the hands of others, the Carolina boy began to relax under Luke’s gentle, loving approach.
The urge to fuck Brad swelled to a quiet desperation. Luke wanted to show him how good it could be to be physically loved by someone who cared, didn’t want to abuse him as others had done. He wanted to feel the boy’s ass muscles suck him in, to luxuriate in his innocent freshness and drink in his sex, to fill Brad with hot jism. At the back of his mind there lurked an impatience to be down in the bar, with all the excitement those male bodies held, but he had no intention of betraying the trust the youngster was putting in him. He’d gotten this far. Brad had to enjoy it too. So he drew out the foreplay, and suddenly all thought of what awaited in the bar below flew from his mind for the moment in the thrill of the new.
He slipped his tongue from Brad’s mouth and again licked with tiny tongue swirls slowly down the length of his body, edge of the armpit to nipple, over the shelf of his sternum, down to the navel, tongue-tipping round and around it, then lower until he met the head of Brad’s cock, which jerked involuntarily as though it had a life of its own. Luke felt the shock run through the boy’s frame as Luke’s tongue worked his cock head and electrified his vibrating body. The two-way communication aroused Luke as much as it clearly did Brad, who ooohed his appreciation. Luke knew the time was ripe and moved his mouth back to Brad’s head.
“Are you ready to go further?” he whispered beguilingly in the boy’s shell-like ear.
Brad’s wide eyes engaged Luke’s as he twisted his head sideways. “I’m scared. The others hurt. Please don’t hurt me, Luke.” His next action didn’t conform to the sentiment of his words. Brad reached around to grip Luke’s hard butt cheeks and ground his body against Luke’s, worked his cock against the taut abdomen in urgent, demanding movements.
The action surprised Luke. He really does want it, even if he’s very nervous.
“I’ll go slow.” Luke disengaged himself gently and rolled Brad over. He spread Brad’s legs wide so he could kneel between them. Leaning over the boy, he encouraged Brad to tuck his knees up, then cupped them behind and pressed down to lift the youngster’s rear end. Luke dipped his tongue down into the cleft and began to lick at the asshole ring. He working it with lips, tongue, and gentle biting.
“Jeez! What the—oohh …” Brad sighed.
Luke could tell by his sounds and the shudders of his body that Brad had never before experienced such extraordinary pleasure on a spot where none but himself had ever touched, and never in so intimate a way. After several minutes of rimming the boy, Luke pulled his legs back and lowered them to the bed and turned him on his side so that they nestled like spoons. Luke thought this position would be less threatening to Brad than any other. Gripping the base of his cock, he guided the head up to the hole, well lubricated with his saliva, and toyed it around for several seconds before pushing gently in. Luke had done a good job of getting him ready because at first the boy’s ass muscles were relaxed and accepted the intrusion. Luke eased h
imself farther in—
Brad vented an explosive aagh!
Luke paused, pulled back slightly. “Relax, baby, go with it and it’ll get much easier.”
He pressed up close to the boy’s back and wrapped his arms around him, held him tightly in a loving hug. “You feel so good,” he whispered in Brad’s ear as he nibbled the delicate lobe, licked the erotic spot just beneath, kissed his taut neck. Luke was so engaged in what he was doing, he even believed his own sweet-talk.
He only had his cock head inside Brad, but as he’d promised he spent time working this softly in and out. He put a little torque on the motion to loosen Brad up, until he felt the ass muscles relax again. Then he eased another inch inside, slowly and gently humping the tight hole, each time pushing a little deeper. Brad sobbed twice against the mattress and twisted in Luke’s grip.
“Is that feeling better?”
“Oh … yes. It feels weird … but … good.”
Very gradually, all the while stroking Brad’s perspiring skin, Luke guided his cock deeper and deeper until the boy had his entire length inside him. He picked up the fuck pace, loving the way his tight balls slapped against Brad’s asshole with each thrust. Now his ramming went from tip to root, in and out, harder each time.
Brad moaned breathlessly with each motion, but he no longer resisted and his body moved in time with Luke’s, pushing his butt back to meet each of Luke’s cock lunges.
“Shee-it, that’s amazing … aaahh … ooh … nng …”