Chapter 9
Jamie tapped loudly on the car window, laughing when Tyler was startled by the noise.
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" Tyler said, seeing who it was.
Jamie shrugged, giving indication that he could hear but very little through the locked windows and doors. Tyler leaned over the gear box and manually opened the door.
"I said, you scared the shit out of me," Tyler repeated, watching as the boy climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door behind him. "Where in the hell did you come from? I've been watching the road for the last couple of hours."
"Watching, hell. Looked to me like you was sleepin'."
"I've been driving all last night and today," Tyler said. "Guess it was a bit hard to keep my eyes open. It would have been a fucking shame if I'd missed you even after you'd gotten here."
"You mean, you really drove all that way just to see me?"
"Isn't that what I said on the phone? With all the driving I've done these past couple of days, I never seemed to be able to find another hitchhiker quite like you."
"That's great for my ego, man," Jamie said, "but why didn't you drive on up to the lodge instead of havin' me meet you a mile down the road? What if I couldn't of gotten away?"
"I gambled that you could and was apparently lucky enough to win."
"Shit, we both got lucky," Jamie said. "I almost had to take the train. Blane stuck to me like glue this time."
"I wasn't worrying about your getting away from me. By the way, congratulations on your win."
"Least you been readin' the papers," Jamie said, flashing a wide smile. "Guess I did do pretty good for myself huh?"
"I'd say that, yes."
"Too bad none of the winnings were in cash. I hate to hafta wait till I'm ready for college to collect somethin' I won this year."
"I would have liked to see it."
"You coulda been there, you know."
"No. And don't ask me to explain."
"You shoulda stuck around to get to know him," Jamie said. "I think you mighta liked each other."
"I'm hungry. What do you say we go get something to eat and then find a place to stay the night?"
"There's a diner a little ways up the road," Jamie said, noticing that Tyler seemed determined not to be down into a conversation about his son. "An' afterwards, I know just the perfect place to stay the night." He reached into his pants pocket, the to wad upthrusting of his hips required in the movement showing the boy's swollen cock to good advantage at his crotch. Jamie pulled a key free and handed it to Tyler.
"To the lodge?" Tyler queried curiously.
"I lifted it soon's I knew I'd be runnin' into an old friend tonight," Jamie said. "Thought maybe you'd wanta go back to the scene of the crime."
Tyler put both of his hands on the wheel and turned away from Jamie to look out of the window.
"You don't understand," Tyler said after a long pause.
"I think I understand a lot more'n you think." Tyler dropped his hands in his lap, leaning his head back into the soft leather of the seat.
"I didn't drive back all this way to talk about it," Tyler said.
"No?"
Tyler turned his gaze back to the boy.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Take it for what it's worth."
"I think you're a little young to be playing psychiatrist."
"I like him," Jamie said.
Tyler started the car.
"Let's get something to eat, shall we?" Tyler asked, the tone of his voice indicating that the matter was closed.
Twice over dinner, Jamie excused himself -- once to take a piss, once to make a phone call. Both times he joked with Tyler, stating his bladder seemed to get smaller as the night went on.
"I hope it gives you a rest once we get you to bed," Tyler had countered.
By the time the meal was finished, Tyler was in a better humor. He'd had one Scotch before the meal and another during. He wasn't drunk, but he was relaxed.
They walked back to the car from the diner, Tyler feeling the lodge key rubbing against his leg.
Tyler put the car key in the ignition. The familiar purring of the motor rose around them.
"You're positive there's no one left at the lodge?" Tyler asked.
"The last bus load shoulda left while we was eatin'. I called from the john while I was takin' my second piss. Didn't get no answer."
"My father?"
"He left right after the award presentations yesterday afternoon. Had an important business meetin' somewhere. Blane an' Tad stayed behind to clean up. They went out with the last load. An' Terry took a cab to the airport this morning. He's spendin' the summer at some house your old man has in Malibu." The part about Terry's having already left was a lie.
"I know the place," Tyler said, making no other comment.
"You're a damn fool, Tyler," Jamie said. "He wants you, you know?"
"I always knew I'd make a raunchy father," Tyler said, pulling the car out of the parking lot and onto the highway. "How right I was."
"He wants you more'n a son wants his father."
"Stop it, Jamie!"
"But everything'd be so simple if you'd just let it."
"I said, stop it!" Tyler repeated.
"You're still so young to be such a Goddamned old fool," Jamie said.
Tyler turned the car sharply to the side of the road, braking to a sudden stop.
"I don't want you to say mother thing about my relationship with my son," Tyler said. His knuckles were turning white with the pressure of his grip upon the wheel. There was sweat on his forehead. "If there's a problem, I'll have to take care of it in the best way I know how. Now if you can't do us both a big favor and keep your mouth shut, you can get out."
"You wouldn't even drive me to the train depot for old times' sake?"
"You are a little bastard!" Tyler said. He put the car in gear and eased it back onto the highway.
The lodge looked deserted when the car pulled to a stop in front of it.
"You sure you wouldn't prefer the razzle-dazzle, tinsel glitter of your local Holiday Inn?" Tyler asked. "This place does seem to look a bit macabre in the dark."
"Thought you liked your sex a little kinky," Jamie smiled, opening the door and getting out. "I don't know many guys who go from high speed to fuckin in a dirt road."
"You're too much," Tyler said, getting out of the car. But he had a hard-on just the same. And in the darkness, in the shadow of the night, Jamie could look very much like Terry -- so very fucking much like him.
Tyler unlocked the door, and the two went in. Tyler moved to turn on the lights, but Jamie stopped him.
"Let's not spoil the mood, man," Jamie said.
"I don't know about you," Tyler answered, "but I can't see too well in the dark."
"Follow me," Jamie said, taking Tyler's sleeve and leading the man across the room and to the fireplace. Jamie brought down two large candles from the mantel.
"Candles, Jamie? Christ, are you serious?" Tyler asked, obliging by lighting the wicks with his gold Cartier lighter. It was surprising how much light the two flames made in the darkness.
"I always did wanna fuck by candlelight in a spooky old lodge," Jamie said. "My cock's so hard, it's about to pop my zipper."
"Your cock is always hard," Tyler observed.
"Come on," Jamie said, walking away with a candle in each hand.
"I thought we were going to fuck by that candlelight," Tyler said, following.
"Right. Let's go find a bed."
"A bed? How ordinary."
Jamie seemed to know exactly where he was going. Tyler followed, having to admit the whole scene was really kind of a turn-on. Jamie opened one of the doors, and the two entered a room which was no different from any of the other countless rooms in the lodge. There was a bed with springs, mattress, but no sheets or blankets. There was a chest of drawers and a couple of chairs. Jamie set the candles on the chest of drawers.
"Let's see if the last guy left somethin'," Jamie said, opening the doors of the wall closet. "Hey, good. Here's a coupla dirty undershirts."
"Why are we in such luck?" Tyler asked. "I thought we were here to shed our clothes, not put any on."
"Yeah, but now I won't hafta rip up my own clothes."
"Were you planning to rip them?" Tyler asked. "I don't see no rope handy. Where else am I gonna get somethin' quick to tie you to the bed while I fuck you?" Jamie ripped one shirt, the sound somehow harsh in the silence of the room, then closed the distance separating him and Tyler. "That idea turn you on? Just a little? It turns me on a lot. Here, feel." He pulled Tyler's hand to the bulge of his hard cock.
"I don't know, Jamie."
"You ain't afraid, are you?" Jamie asked. "Afraid my slum upbringings'll come through once I got you tied up? You wonderin' if I'll freak out? You think I'd tie you up an' leave you?"
"Would you tie me up and leave me?"
"What the fuck for? There'll be guys here early tomorrow morning to seal this place up. If I left you, all you gotta do is scream."
"You're actually serious about tying me to the bed?"
"Look at your own cock," Jamie said. "Shit, man, you're as hard as I am. You wanna feel what it's like to be tied up an' helpless. You want your ass plugged with cock. That's whatcha came back for, ain't it?"
"I thought I came back to fuck you."
"Okay, tell you what. You let me tie you to the bed, an' I'll come sit on your cock an' bounce away till you get your rocks off."
Jamie began to strip down. Tyler watched for a few seconds without doing anything, and then finally he began to undress, too. Why the hell not? He hadn't been disappointed with any of the sex he'd had with Jamie this far.
The first thing Tyler noticed was that Jamie's days in the sun and the fresh air had given the boy's body a healthy color. The smooth flesh was toasted a dull bronze which was only enhanced by the light of the room. The youth's emerging naked body, aside from the new tan, was just as Tyler remembered it. God, it was beautiful -- so fucking young and beautiful. After Tyler had had the big blowup with his old man, he had driven all night, eventually picking up a young man in the early hours of the next morning. The kid had been about twenty-five and good-looking. The sex with him, though, had been somehow disappointing. At the time, Tyler had been afraid that he had been spoiled by younger men to the point where he wouldn't even be able to ever again enjoy sex unless it was with a youngster. Could that really be true? If his excitement at seeing Jamie again stripped naked was any real indication of the way things were going, Tyler had indeed become someone who preferred chicken.
Jamie sat on the edge of the bed, ripping the T-shirt into strips while Tyler finished undressing.
"Don't tell nobody, but your cock's hard," Jamie said, smiling, finishing with his self-assigned chore. He brought the shredded T-shirts with him from the bed. He stood so close to Tyler that the man's hard cock left a spot of pre-cum on the boy's smooth belly.
"I'm still not sure I want to put myself at your mercy," Tyler said, knowing he wasn't really lying. Yet, there admittedly was something a bit exciting about the prospect of being made completely helpless. Tyler couldn't remember a time when he'd actually been totally under another man's control. What would it feel like? Would Jamie change? Would the kid suddenly turn to a Mr. Hyde, begin stuffing all sorts of things up Tyler's vulnerable asshole?
"If you don't dig it, I promise to untie you," Jamie said. "Come on, stud, be a sport."
Jamie took Tyler's hand and led the man to the bed. Tyler came, but he did so reluctantly.
"Jamie, I'm really not sum I can go through with this."
"Don't trust me, do you?" Jamie pouted. "You think this poor slum kid's just been waitin' all his life for the chance to tie up some rich WASP an' work him over good."
"I think I know you a little better than to think something quite as ridiculous as that."
"Yeah? Wouldn't take much for you to prove it."
"I feel like a fool, Jamie," Tyler said, sinking to sit on the bed and then obligingly falling back on the mattress. "I never dreamed when I put that call through to you this morning that I'd be tied to a bed by you this evening."
"What's the fun if you always know what's gonna happen?" Jamie asked. "The kick's in doin' new stuff."
"You grow up quick in my neighborhood. Ever tell you that?"
"Yeah, you told me," Tyler said.
Jamie looked down on the bed where Tyler had positioned himself in preparation for receiving the bonds Jamie had ripped from two old T-shirts to secure him. The boy took a few quick seconds to enjoy the perfection of the man's body -- the domed pectorals, the wash board belly, the hard cock, the bagged balls, the powerful thighs and legs. God, Tyler was one beautiful stud! Tyler had it all -- or almost all. Soon he would no longer find himself wanting for much of anything.
Jamie splayed Tyler's legs, tying them separately to opposite sides of the foot of the bed. He then walked around to the head of the bed.
"You can back outta this now if you really wanta," Jamie said. "But if you don't, stud, I guarantee you're gonna have an experience that'll blow your mind."
"I've come this far," Tyler said. "Why stop now? I haven't been disappointed in anything you've suggested in the past. I only hope I won't end up being disappointed with this."
"You won't," Jamie said. "Believe me, man, you won't."
Jamie first tied both of Tyler's wrists together and then, having Tyler stretch his arms up along the bed over his head, Jamie secured the strips of T-shirt to the headboard.
"Comfortable?" Jamie asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his fingers down Tyler's chest, over his belly, skirting both the cock and the balls to run along the man's right thigh. The huge cock on Tyler's belly pulsed.
"As comfortable as possible, considering the position I suddenly find myself in," Tyler said. He'd had thoughts in the beginning that he could probably break free at any time no matter how well Jamie tied him. However, now he wasn't so sure. As easily as Jamie had ripped the material, he had somehow twisted it to make it stronger, and his knots, if not as professionally tied as they might have been, did show all indications of being able to keep Tyler sufficiently anchored in place no matter how hard the man might suddenly begin to struggle.
"Now, I'm gonna leave you," Jamie said. He laughed when he saw the confusion and possible fear etched suddenly on Tyler's handsome face. "Hey, stud, don't panic. I'm only gonna take a quick piss."
"That bladder of yours giving you trouble again?" Tyler asked, relieved at Jamie's excuse. For a second, just a quick second, all sorts of things had shot through Tyler's mind. So, why was his cock still so rock-hard?
Jamie left the bed and walked to the dresser. He blew out first one of the candles and then the other. Darkness flooded into the room. Through eyes that hadn't yet adjusted, Tyler watched Jamie walked to the door. Tyler was going to ask why the lights had been extinguished, but Jamie spoke first.
"Don't go away now, willya?" Jamie asked the amusement of his voice carrying across to Tyler despite the shadows that concealed the smile on the boy's face.
The door opened and shut silently behind Jamie. Tyler heard the footsteps in the hallway outside, listened until they faded. He waited in the dark room, trying to estimate how long Jamie was gone, how long it would take Jamie to walk to the bathroom down the hall, take a leak, walk back. He took the opportunity to try his hand at his bonds. As he'd suspected, they held, actually seemed to get tighter as he strained against them. He decided there would be little point in trying any harder than he already had. If Jamie didn't come back, there would be plenty of time to attempt his strong-man routine with a bit more gusto. Right now, he might as well relax and enjoy.
Time seemed to drag. Tyler quickly lost track of it. Jamie had left Tyler's wristwatch on his arm, but it was impossible for Tyler to see it. And why in the hell had Jamie turned off the lights? Tyler's eyes had adjusted somewhat to the new dimness, but the absence of light made fears rise that might have been held in check with even a couple flickering candle flames.
Tyler looked down over his chest. On his belly, he could see his cock. It was as hard as it had been when he'd taken off his clothes. Any fears Tyler did have were apparently not strong enough to soften his hard-on. In fact, if anything, they were actually stimulants to make his dick go even harder than it already was.
It was a new sensation for Tyler to be helpless. He'd always been a big kid, capable of taking care of himself. He'd been in his share of fights, and he'd won those few that had mattered. He'd been able to take care of a couple tough-eased bullies in his time before they could even deliver any effective blows, and here he was now, made completely helpless by a young kid who didn't look as if he was even dry behind the ears.
More minutes passed. Surely, the kid could have finished his piss by now. He'd taken a couple trips to the bathroom back at the diner, and that hadn't been all that long ago. Off somewhere in the distance, Tyler thought he finally heard a noise. Jamie? Or was it merely the building settling?
Then there were the footsteps. At first, since he'd been anticipating them for so long, he thought these were only his imagination. Then he heard tern more distinctly, knew when they paused outside his door.
"Jamie? For God's sake, what did you do, take time for a sit, too?"
There was no answer. Tyler heard rather than saw the doorknob turn. Still, the door didn't immediately open.
"I thought we were going to fuck, you little bastard?"
More silence. Tyler waited, listened, could tell by the faint movement that Jamie was still just outside of the door. Tyler waited. What else could he do? There was something to be said for the waiting. Tyler couldn't know how well Jamie was actually calculating all of this, but Tyler was really sexually excited. If he'd been able to get his hand free at the moment, he would have taken hold of his cock and started to pump it -- hard.
The door creaked as it came open, revealing as it did so the shadow of the young boy who'd been standing behind it.
"You little bastard, you've got me hornier than hell," Tyler said, giving a nervous laugh of relief.
No matter how much he'd told himself it had been just the boy behind the door, his mind couldn't help having imagined it would be someone or something else. Now that Tyler could see the silhouette of the youthful body, the thick tousled blond hair that was evident even in the dim light, Tyler was ashamed of his doubts. Christ, he was a grown man and shouldn't have been afraid of the dark!
The figure in the doorway approached slowly. Tyler squinted to get a better look. There was something, something about this that Tyler found horribly exciting.
"Jamie?" Tyler asked. The boy had reached the bed. Tyler felt the give of the springs beneath his ass as the youth crawled into position between his splayed legs. "Aren't you going to say anything? Not even apologize for taking so long and making me think the worst?"
There was no reply. A hand reached out, almost tentatively, for Tyler's cock. Fingers glided over the rod, barely touching before pulling away. Tyler didn't know why, but that brief caress was more of a sexual turn-on than it would have been had the hand fisted about the cock as Tyler had expected it to.
"Don't be shy," Tyler said, hoping to coax the fingers back to his cock. God, the kid sure knew how to turn a man on -- first the uniqueness of tying Tyler to the bed, and now acting as if he'd never even touched another man's cock before. "You should know by now that it's not going to bite."
Tyler felt the boy's hands on his thighs, gently running through the hairs there. The fingers petted up and down, never touching the cock but affecting it nevertheless. The big dong thumped against Tyler's belly.
Tyler wished he had a pillow to prop behind his head so he could more easily see what was happening down between his opened thighs. The way it was, his neck hurt after a while, and he had to let his head press back into the mattress. Above him was the ceiling.
Fingers bit into the muscles of Tyler's thighs. The man lifted his head, looking down his chest and belly, seeing the blond hair as the youth bent over Tyler's belly. A tongue licked Tyler's stomach, dragging wetness over the man's navel. It licked again, closer to the cock but not yet claiming it.
"If you don't take it pretty soon, it's going to cream without you," Tyler said, wiggling his body in an effort to get his cock up to those lips that were butterfly-kissing over his belly.
When the boy's lips did close in on Tyler's cock, the man almost did cream. He fought for control, his hips bucking as the hungry mouth fell down to claim the knob and a couple of fat inches.
"Oh, Christ, stud, you've got me hot and horny," Tyler mumbled, feeling the spit ooze out of the sucking mouth to soak his cock with moisture. Tyler's head was back on the bed, his eyes staring toward the ceiling once more.
The cock was sucked, on only long enough to get it sapped with spit. It was then released from the siphoning mouth to fall, with a resounding thud, back to Tyler's belly.
The bedsprings gave again as the youth crawled up over Tyler's lower body, moving into a kneeling position over Tyler's belly. The raised ass was poised over Tyler's cock.
Fingers again wrapped Tyler's dick, pulling the spit-drenched tool upward from the belly. Tyler felt the young blond's ass lowering, felt the young blond's buns slipping to hug the knob of the cock as it pressed through the ass crease and found the hung.
"Take me, Jamie!" Tyler grunted, heaving his hips upward in an effort to drive his rod deeply up the boy's ass. "Take me all the way down to my belly."
The ass began to sink, the hung opening for the cockhead, opening wider to take in part of the cockshaft.
"Jesus!" Tyler grunted. He'd known Jamie's ass was tight, but he never remembered it being this tight. Tyler would have liked to put his hands on those young hips to yank the body down even faster. He even forgot his hands were tied and tried to do just that.
The asshole continued to swallow up the cock, sinking until the boy's buns hit bottom, smashing into Tyler's lower belly. It hadn't been one continual slide from knob to balls. The youth had paused twice to let his ass adjust to the plugging. Tyler was surprised that Jamie had to take his cock by stages when he'd long ago learned how to take it in one slide, but, again, the unexpectedness of the maneuver only increased Tyler's excitement.
The boy leaned forward over Tyler's body, the palms of his hands flattening over the hardness of Tyler's nipples. The boy lifted his hips, dragging free the ass from the cock it had just managed to completely claim. The butt reared upward until its hole was only clogged by the head of Tyler's cock. It then began its downward slide again, this time -- aided by the spit and natural lubricant oozed onto the ass walls by the cock -- the butt managed to go from the knob to the balls in one complete and uninterrupted slide.
"Ride me, stud," Tyler pleaded. "Jesus, ride me!"
The boy did. Once his ass had become adjusted to the big prick, the youth was able to easily begin a fucking rhythm. His hands on Tyler's chest for support, the blond pulled and pushed his ass over Tyler's cock. The mouth of his bung concaved with each sliding home of the cock, convexing each time the shaft of the cock slipped free.
God, Jamie was a wizard! If Tyler had been a bit dubious about whether he could derive any pleasure from being lashed to a bed and worked over by a young teenager, he'd had another think coming. Not since he had fucked Jamie on that dirt road could he recall anything to compare to the intensity of this moment. Through blurred eyes, he saw the still-dark silhouette of the youth bouncing over his cock.
"So good. So good," Tyler moaned, his head rocking on the bed, his tongue wetting his passion-dried lips.
"I told you you'd like it," Jamie answered.
"Yes, God, yes," Tyler mumbled, and then the realization hit him. It had been Jamie who had just spoken, but the voice had come not from the figure bouncing on his prick but from the periphery of the room. Tyler turned his head in that direction, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Was the pleasure beginning to make him hallucinate?
A match flickered in the darkness, revealing Jamie's face and the candles on the chest of drawers. The wick of one candle caught flame.
Tyler couldn't believe it, couldn't actually understand. How could Jamie be there now, smiling at him, candle in hand, walking toward the bed, when Jamie's butt was still bouncing over his cock?
"We went to an awful lotta trouble to work this out after you called," Jamie said. "I wantcha to know that."
Tyler was beset by conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he wanted the fuck to cease so he wouldn't be so distracted and could think. On the other hand, he wanted his sexual release, in fact desperately needed it. What in the hell was happening?
Samie sat on the edge of the bed, balancing the candle on his knee. He ran his free hand over the man's chest and belly, up to Tyler's neck and face. He traced the line of Tyler's sensuous lips.
"You know whose room this was?" Jamie asked. The candlelight seemed to catch in his hair and hold there, giving a halo effect. "It was Terry's. You know whose T-shirts those are tyin' you to the bed? Terry's."
"Stop it!" Tyler said. He didn't want to hear any more, but he knew he would. There was more, and he would have to hear it.
"You know whose ass you're fuckin' now?"
"Jesus, no," Tyler mumbled. "Sweet, Jesus, no."
"Terry's." Jamie said. "Terry's."
Jamie lifted the candle so that Tyler could see the face of the boy whose ass was riding over his cock. It was Terry. It was Tyler's son. Tyler's cock was jabbed deep up his own son's ass! Terry's eyes looked gazed with pleasure, his face flushed, his body glossed with sweat that glowed in the pale light. He didn't stop his fucking motions. He continued to ride his father's cock.
"See whatcha both been missin'?" Jamie asked.
"No," Tyler moaned. "Please, no."
Tyler fought for control. He couldn't let himself come, could he? He just couldn't -- as if his abstinence might actually counteract the fact that he had already come too far with his cock up his own son's asshole. Maybe something could be salvaged if he just didn't blast. Why in the hell was Terry continuing with the fuck? Couldn't Terry see the implications of what they were doing?
"Just relax," Jamie said, his hand working beneath Terry's rising and falling ass, taking hold of Tyler's compacted balls. "Let it come. You want it. I want it. Terry wants it."
"NO!" Tyler screamed helplessly, but protests were to no avail.
Tyler's nuts erupted, exploded hot bullets of cum up his son's twitching ass. The father grunted and groaned, caught in a webbing of ecstasy that refused to release him. He rode the waves of pleasure, fighting to free himself from the bonds that held his arms and legs. All he succeeded in doing was jerking his exploding cock up his son's tight young asshole.
Jamie watched the spasming of the father and the spasming of the son. Terry's cock had erupted during Tyler's throes of ecstasy. The boy's spunk pulsed free of his cock and splattered to globes of whiteness on Tyler's belly. The room was filled with sounds of males in orgasm.
Jamie used his fingers to rub in the cum Terry had splattered on Tyler's chest and belly. The mess was warm and wet between his fingers. He was content. Blane and Greg had possibly been right after all. Maybe there was a way to get out of the slums and stay out. And maybe Jamie had found just the ticket to take him out first-class. Tyler and Terry would help him. Hadn't he been the one responsible for fulfilling their wildest fantasies?
W.J. Franklander would be appreciative, aside from the college scholarship. Jamie had won during the old man's competitions. Hadn't Jamie done what the grandfather couldn't do -- given the son back to the father and vice versa?
"Untie me," Tyler said, his voice weak from the throes of the orgasm which had just shaken him.
"What's the hurry?" Jamie asked, his fingers still trailing in the mess made by Terry's exploded cum. "Your son an' me still got a few more surprises for you. Right, Terry?"
"A lot of surprises," Terry said, his own voice breathless after his ecstatic ride on his father's erupting cock.
"Why don'tcha just lie there an' relax, Tyler," Jamie said. "The good times're just startin'."
And Jamie was right. They had!