Chapter 1
Fucking Rick was exciting, if not always comfortable, and it was an experience different from any other young Wade Matthews had ever known. He reached down and rubbed the crotch of his Levi's, which bulged with his excitement, as he hurried home. Just the thought of Rick -- big, handsome, athletic Rick -- was enough to give Wade a hard-on.
On the other hand, the thought of losing Rick was enough to make that hard-on subside. He told himself that he wasn't going to think about it anymore. It only brought depression and sewed to remind him of his insecurity, it certainly did no good.
It was best, Wade decided, to spend more time concentrating on his rock-hard cock. Everyone would be better off that way, he told himself as he reached down and squeezed his prick again.
As the door to the house closed behind him, he could hear Rick's voice. "That you, Wade?" he called out.
"No, it's the mailman," Wade teased. He pulled off his coat as he bounded up the stairs, his short, compact body taking each step with a lithe, animal like grace. "What kept you up so late?" he asked.
"I couldn't sleep," Rick grinned with his customary devilish, mocking grin. "I'm horny as shit."
"Well, I have the answer to that," Wade laughed, reaching down to rub his bulging, confined prick once more.
Wade could tell by the look on his lover's face that Rick was really wanting to fuck bad tonight, wanting it almost as much as Wade himself wanted it.
Rick moved over near the bed's edge and gripped Wade's leg, pulling him closer to the mattress. Surrendering, Wade fell on top of him, and for a few moments the two handsome young men made love to one another with their mouths and tongues and teeth. Wade opened his mouth wide as Rick's thick, insistent tongue explored the depths of his throat; Rick's breath was hot and smelled of beer. They groped and grappled while Rick asserted his overbearing strength, their bodies rolling all over the mattress.
Rick was naked. His hard, sinewy, hairy flesh rubbed against Wade's clothing, and Wade's prick strained painfully against its confines, demanding to be released and relieved.
Wade's hands reached under Rick's steel-plate buttocks; his fingers dug into the hard asscheeks, squeezing and pressing as their tongues continued to play together. Rick moved his body to cover Wade's, pressing his thick, dark-brown cock against Wade's crotch.
Wade broke away from the man's embrace and sprang to his fret. Urgently, he began to strip off his clothing, trembling in anticipation of being naked against Rick, the rough, perpetually horny young man he had grown to love. Within a matter of seconds, his clothes were scattered all over the room.
And he was making hot, exciting contact with Rick's dark flesh; shivers of longing and alarm tingled his body all over. It was almost frightening, the power Rick had over him, the way his body screamed at Rick's every touch, the way he loved -- blindly, without restraint -- just being in bed with Rick Murphy. He had been wanting Rick all night, wanting him desperately.
Wade felt the man's strong, rough-knuckled hand gliding over his smooth, boyishly flat chest, felt that hand down between his legs, the fingers tangling in his pubic hair. Reaching down, Wade grabbed Rick's big dick and began to massage the warm, cannon-shaped organ tenderly.
"Oh, baby," Wade groaned. "I could play with that cock all night."
"Well, you got it to play with, baby," Rick growled deep in his throat, and he tightened his grip on Wade's smaller cock. "Suck it," Rick then demanded. "Go ahead... suck that cock you love so much."
"I could use a mouth on my dick, too, Rick... please? Will you tonight?" All he could do was ask. He didn't ask often, and it was seldom that the big, too-handsome stud that he kept and had grown to love reciprocated his sexual affections.
But tonight he was lucky. Rick repositioned himself between his legs, slithering his heavy, powerful body down to get in between. He held Wade's cock straight up to his mouth and began to kiss it from top to bottom, and then his lips moved torturously neat the tip of the prick; the lips parted.
With shuddering ecstasy, Wade felt Rick's mouth circle his dick and suck the flesh in.
"Oh, that's it," Wade moaned. "Suck that cock... suck it, Rick, suck it!" His cock inside Rick's mouth, he could not help but wonder just what sort of rough play Rick had lined up for him later tonight; when Rick bestowed his precious favors -- sexually, anyway -- he always expected a lot in return. But Wade did not care now, he couldn't think that far ahead. He could only wallow in the thrilling sensations of having his cock deep inside the rangy, muscular stud's mouth. "Suck it, Rick... suck me off!" he kept groaning.
Rick only moaned his agreement and went down further on Wade's cock. Saliva escaped in tiny drops from the corners of his mouth and ran down Wade's cock and into the hairs at its base. Rick began to massage the boy's balls as he went into a slow rhythm with his mouth circular and up and down at the same time. His thick, sensual lips remained tightly closed upon Wade's jutting prick; Wade gripped Rick's skull firmly between both hands and glided his mouth up and down the cock. It was so wonderful that he wanted to scream aloud his passion and pleasure -- wanted to scream and to ram his cock so deep into Rick's hot mouth that it would never come out again.
As if Rick had read his mind, he took a deep breath and dove to the bottom, sliding the cock all the way down his throat, sputtering and choking a little but never relinquishing the hard meat. Wade gave in to his ecstasy; he began to make deep-throated animal sounds and to writhe his body all over the bed.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He reached down and pulled at Rick's body, letting him know that he wanted him to turn around. After all (and Rick reminded, him frequently and pointedly) Wade was the true, natural-born cocksucker in their strange, perversely one-sided relationship, and now Wade, knowing just how true it was, wanted desperately to feel Rick's uncomfortably wide around prick in his mouth. Understanding, Rick repositioned his body until his throbbing, hard dick was only inches away from Wade's face. Rick's lips were around the tip of Wade's cock, lapping at the head and piss slit, causing Wade to squirm and moan with delight. Without thinking, without hesitating, Wade closed his eyes and moved it until he felt the oversensitive head of Rick's cock, a cockhead that resembled a mammoth mushroom, pressing at his lips. Willingly, he opened his mouth and allowed the stiff cockflesh to move into his hungry, searching, quite expert lips.
In the darkness, the only thing which could be heard was a loud sucking sound. Wade felt relieved and safe in the darkness with his powerful lover. Rick could be rough, even brutal, but being with him was less threatening than the dark and foreboding insecurities he felt from the outside world, the constant and inexplicable fears he felt for himself and his ravenous sexual hungers -- and hang-ups. At least Rick understood those hungers, and he accepted the hang-ups.
In the darkness, ht heard Rick searching for something in a drawer next to the bed; Wade knew what Rick was doing and shivered all over in anticipation. They maintained a steady rhythm on each other's cocks while Rick opened the container and put a new popper in. Wade heard it break in the darkness, heard Rick taking a deep, guttural breath, and then the little metal holder was being extended to him by Rick's long, muscle-bulging arm.
Suddenly there was a change in Rick's rhythm. His hands gripped Wade's cock more firmly and his lips tightened, sucking harder, taking Wade's dick deeper into his mouth with each thrust.
Wade inhaled deeply, allowing the fumes to obliterate his sense of time and place and movement. All was now pure sensation, and hard, rugged, masculine flesh. At first it was like floating upward with no destination; his body felt weightless, as if it were floating through space. Tiny fingers reached out and soothed every aching nerve, every inch of flesh. The world went away, there was only a big, hairy prick in his mouth, and his cock was in another mouth -- nothing else could penetrate the fortress of ecstasy.
Cocks... big hard cocks... it was all he wanted, all he had ever wanted... the smell and the taste of a man's cock.
Rick reached out into the drawer again and then took the inhaler from Wade. Taking another deep breath, he handed it back, and Wade did the same. He felt Rick's hand, wet and slippery, massaging his aching balls, rubbing them hard and allowing his fingers to move over them while he sucked his cock. Then he slipped lower between Wade's legs and spread some of the cream over his asshole, teasingly at first, rubbing his middle finger around the lips of the puckered anus. Each stroke became harder and deeper.
Wade took another whiff of the popper and let his body go, released all inhibitions, opened his legs wide. Rick's big, knobby finger moved into Wade's asshole, massaging the inner walls, pressing deeper and deeper. Then a second and a third finger entered the hole. Wade dug his heels into the mattress and lifted himself up in the air a little to give Rick better access to his asshole.
"Move that ass," Rick grunted. "Move it on my fingers, you little bitch. I'm gonna fuck it... you know that, don't you? You're gonna pay for gettin' your dick sucked tonight, baby... and pay good. I want to stick my big dick up that fucked-out hole of yours."
Wade could not answer. Rick was mean to him in bed, and Wade loved it. He continued moving his body in such a way as to take Rick's fingers deeply into his ass. Rick's jabbing fingers moved rapidly inside him, spreading apart up inside Wade's body. Rick had removed his mouth from Wade's cock, but Wade continued to suck easily, slobbering around on Rick's dick, making it throb and swell up to gigantic proportions inside his mouth.
"Oh, Rick," he moaned, strangling. "It's so good, so good... do to me whatever you want... anything, so long as I can feel your cock. I worship your fucking cock, you big dumb stud, you know that, don't you?"
"Shut up, bitch," Rick barked, always irritated to be reminded that he wasn't very bright -- and Wade loved his anger, loved his glowering, handsome, uncomplicated face when it became violent. "Spread those legs," Rick grunted at Wade. "Spread those legs wide and let me in that asshole. Better get ready for it, baby, because I'm gonna fuck you until you scream."
"Do it to me, Rick! Fuck me!" Wade begged, needing to feel the man overpower him, needing it so strongly that he could not resist any of Rick's cruel whims.
"How'd you like to get fist-fucked, you cocksucker?" Rick asked. He was kneeling between Wade's outstretched legs now, his unkempt black hair cascading down over his wide, sun-tanned forehead. The broad, dark shoulders towered threateningly over the boy; his wide, sensual mouth was turned down sardonically. "Well," he drawled slowly. "How about it? How would you like to feel my whole fucking fist up that big asshole of yours?"
"Oh, do it, baby, do it," Wade said, before he had a chance to take another breath.
And then he waited. It seemed like an eternity had passed since he'd uttered the words giving Rick permission to fist-fuck him. Instinctively, he began to feel his legs wanting to close, wanting to protect himself from the slaughter. But another part of him wanted it with agonizing lust and intensity.
He brought the little metal inhaler to his nose again. Placing it in one nostril, holding the other firmly closed, he breathed as deeply as he could. And then he placed the popper in the other nostril and repeated the action. His head began to swim, his body tingled madly, he was ready and willing for anything.
"That's it," he heard Rick's deep voice. "That's it, bitch... just like I knew you'd do... spread those legs wide and let me show you what it's like to be in bed with a real man. I'm gonna tear you up, baby..."
All the time Rick was speaking his fingers were manipulating the boy's tender asshole, constantly massaging and opening and stroking.
"That's it, cocksucker our fingers, now the fifth. Take that hand up your asshole!"
Wade began to feel the strain, began to feel the pressure of the fingers moving into his body. Slowly, steadily, never the pace, Rick altering pressed forward... the hand moved irrevocably up the deep, long tunnel of Wade's shit-chute.
"Oh, fuck me, baby!" Wade cried. "Fuck me, Rick... fuck me good and hard, fuck me, you big stupid fucker! Shove that fist up my hole!"
"It's going, bitch," Rick mumbled, his breath coming ominously hard. He was angry and worked up now. "It's going right up that big juicy ass of yours... right up there where you've let every two-balled stud you can find shove their big hairy pricks..."
The ugliness of the man's voice excited Wade all the more. He began to wiggle and squirm, not caring about the pain, not caring about anything except pleasing Rick. "More, Rick, more," he moaned.
"Goddamn you, bitch," Rick hissed. "It'd take a fucking telephone pole to satisfy you." He thrust forward with his hand then. "Take it, baby," he moaned deep in his throat. "Take it, bitch, take it," he repeated, pushing in, fast, sharp, hard.
Wade's moans filled the room, echoed inside his own dizzy head.
"Enjoying it, bitch?" Rick chuckled.
"It's so... so big," Wade moaned. "My ass feels full, baby, real full. It hurts..."
"You love it, you little faggot," Rick laughed mercilessly. "Here, take this." He broke another capsule between his fingers and put it up to Wade's nose. "This should take care of it," he said.
Wade inhaled deeply and felt his head floating blissfully towards the ceiling once again. And his body felt open, vulnerable to anything the stud who was straddling him wanted to do. Anything the big hairy bastard wanted to shove inside his ass was all right with Wade now.
"Shit, your ass is big," Rick was mocking him. "Biggest fuckin' asshole I've ever stuck my hand up in my life. It's like a big pussy... know that? Like a cunt that's been fucked to hell by too many big dicks..." Rick was mumbling more to himself than to Wade, getting off on fist-fucking the kid rather than talking to him. But Wade did not care -- he was in a lost world.
Wade took another whiff of the popper and then -- recklessly, considering his present condition -- gave it back to Rick.
His eyes had adjusted to the total darkness; he could see Rick clearly as he raised the popper to his nose, held it to his nostril. Wade could see the animal lust in Rick's face.
And then he felt that ultimate surge of power from Rick's strong arm, felt the fist push into his asshole; Wade opened to accept him.
"That's it, cocksucker!" Rick announced. "I've got it in there now... all the way."
Wade felt that his ass was about to burst open from the intrusion, but then Rick pushed again and Wade felt the wrist in his asshole, and he gripped at it tightly with his ass muscles.
"Now I'm going to massage that pussy from the inside," Rick said. "I'm gonna work that asshole until you scream and beg me to stop." And he moved his fingers inside Wade's body, massaging the sensitive walls of the canal. His fingers found the boy's prostate gland and he tortured him by rubbing it, stroking it, making Wade's body shake all over with the intensity of orgasm. Wade had never known such joy and such pain in his life.
Rick pulled the popper from his nose and held it to Wade's nostrils again. He inhaled greedily, anxiously.
Rick's hands began to move slowly, pushing in and out of Wade's asshole. Wade wrapped his legs around the man's broad, muscle-laden torso and began to beat his meat furiously as Rick fist-fucked him.
"That's it, baby," Rick said. "Shoot it... shoot that come all over yourself." His own cock was throbbing and stiff; Wade reached down and grabbed hold of it. Taking the bottle of lotion and pouring some onto his hands, Wade began to work Rick's thick, sausage like prick up and down, massaging it and jerking him off while the man worked his asshole over.
Leaning over the boy, Rick pushed harder, and Wade thought he would faint. The pain was unbearable this time, unreal, and it frightened him. "Rick," he moaned, "please..."
"You can take more of it. You can take it up to the elbow if you have to."
"No, please," Wade whimpered, his legs moving in to close together. "Please... don't do it anymore."
But Rick was like a madman by now -- mad with power.