Chapter 1
Tyler Balor's young body hung from the chain supported manacles that wrapped his wrists.
The teenager's muscles were stretched into erotic lines, veeing downward along his hairless chest and belly, focusing attention on the jutting hardness of his cock thrust upward from his blond-haired crotch.
Below Tyler's sizable cock shaft, suspended in a large sac covered with stiff blond hair, were two bull-like balls chock full of teenage cum.
His ass was twin mounds of hard athletic flesh and skin, white compared to the tan that bronzed the majority of his youthful physique.
Fletcher Marnax was ready to begin. He spit several times into the cupped palms of his hands, quickly smearing the resulting saliva over the entire length of his blood-glutted cock.
Fletcher, at thirty-six, was in exceptionally good physical condition. His strong muscles were set off well within the leather costume now draping them.
A black-leather vest, open in front, revealed the man's black-haired chest complete with well-developed chest muscles and quarter-sized nipples. His pectorals were massive, positioned above the distinct design of his solid abdominals.
Fletcher's chest hair merged with his belly hair and then flowed over the man's knotted navel to a thicker veeing bush around the base of his healthy erection. His cock and balls jutted free of the unlaced crotch of his leather pants.
His hard cock was taut and rigid, completely unveiled of its cowling foreskin. A cleaver-sliced mouth perfectly halved the rubbery head.
"Ready, bastard?" Fletcher asked, cupping his balls, milking more natural cock juices to the surface of his prick mouth.
Fletcher was sure as hell ready, whether Tyler was or not.
In one of the mirrors, he could see the flush which had appeared across the tops of his cheek. He could see the sweat on his forehead which caused his hair to stick to his skin.
In truth, though, Tyler was just as ready as Fletcher. It had been way too long, hadn't it, since the two of them had gotten together? Two Goddamned weeks, as a matter of fact. Tyler wished it could have been more often.
Fletcher came in closer to Tyler's banging body. He used his left hand to keep the boy's body from swinging out of position. With his right hand he guided his juice-sapped cock head to the puckered ass hole punctuating Tyler's ass crease.
Then, seeming to have a momentary change of his immediate plans, Fletcher pulled his cock away from the target area as it had dampened with contact.
Fletcher put his right hand on Tyler's right hip, dropping slowly to his knees. His handsome face slid into place where his hard cock had just vacated.
He clamped his thumbs into Tyler's ass cheeks and pulled the young ass open along its crack.
Fletcher buried his face into the hair-lined ass flesh, his nose finding Tyler's ass hole before his mouth did. He savored the heady muskiness of young male butt in heat.
Moving his mouth up, he licked the musty crack. Smells were quickly converted to exotic tastes on Fletcher's taste buds.
Rolling his tongue, Fletcher put its moist tip to Tyler's pucker and pushed at the tight sphincter guarding Tyler's asshole. The flavors Fletcher found beyond the ass opening were delicious.
Tyler groaned lowly, his body trembling. There were, after all, very few people he had come across who could eat ass like Fletcher could. And Tyler had been eaten out by more than his share of guys in his time. In his business, you went through men like an elephant went through peanuts. Yet, in all of his many nights of hustling the streets, Tyler had only very seldom came across a stud to match this one.
Tyler swung his ass back, grinding his buttocks tightly against Fletcher's tongue and face, allowing Fletcher's tongue to dip, snake-like, even further up Tyler's funky butt channel.
Tyler was really enjoying this ass-eating treatment. But it only made him hungrier for the real thing. Tongue was fine, but there was nothing to compare with the hardness of a throbbing prick running into the pit of his guts.
Fletcher let his right band drift around to Tyler's belly. He felt the blond curls of Tyler's pubic bush, then the slap of the cock as Tyler's crotch muscles suddenly caused, it to jerk. The back of Fletcher's hand became spattered with Tyler's clear pre-cum.
Fletcher, still eating, didn't immediately fist Tyler's cock. Instead, he massaged Tyler's nuts, pulling on the two cum-filled balls.
"Ohhhhhhh, Jesssssus!" Tyler hissed, revelling in the combination of pleasure and pain taking hold of him.
Tyler's arms were beginning to hurt, held upward as they were by the manacles and chains. Yet, that additional discomfort only managed to increase his lusty pleasure.
Fletcher continued just the way he was until the taste at Tyler's butt began to pale beneath the frantic tongue washing. Then, he released the balls, letting the wrinkled scrotum begin an immediate return to its grapefruit-like consistency.
Fletcher stroked Tyler's cock several times, guiding the loose outer skin back and forth. Although the prick had been circumcised, it received a mock foreskin on each glide of the skin-pulling hand.
Fletcher, though, was soon more concerned for his pleasure than for the pleasure of this boy he had once again picked up off the street. Fletcher, after all, was paying for this. For his money, it was his need which took precedence.
Fletcher ceased his ass eating and stood up, releasing Tyler's stiff prick in the process.
He quickly noticed how his delay had caused the lubrication on his cock to evaporate. Once again, he went through the process of preparing his prick for its drive up Tyler's ass. First, Fletcher filled his hands with spit. Then, he smeared the warm spit along his cock shaft, simultaneously milking his prick for its preseminal juices to add stickiness to the lubricating slick.
"You're about to get your ass fucked, stud," Fletcher said. He pushed his fat cock head downward along Tyler's crack to the puckered asshole. "And, you want it, too, don't you, bastard? You really want it bad, huh?"
"I want it," Tyler agreed. "I want it hard. I want it fast. I want it jabbed so deeply into my guts I can feel that pulpy cock head of yours fucking through my belly and into the base of my throat!"
"Sure you do, stud, buck," Fletcher affirmed. He played his leaking cock head in the bubbling spit his mouth had left at Tyler's ass pucker. "Horny, hung bastard, hung from heavy chains."
Fletcher nudged his pelvis forward, the resulting pressure causing Tyler's ass mouth to stretch open.
"Uuuunggghung!" Tyler grunted, as Fletcher's fist-sized cock bead slipped all of the way inside. Despite all of the cock the hustler's asshole had taken in its time, it never seemed to get stretched really out of shape. It was still tight. It still took a little work getting into.
With his cock partially fucked up Tyler's butt, Fletcher put one hand on each hipbone, holding Tyler secure for a further feeding of cock.
"Feel it, stud?" Fletcher asked.
"Jesus, I feel it!" Tyler answered, mentally willing his asshole to relax.
"And that's only the head, bastard," Fletcher informed. Between his lower belly and Tyler's ass, there was a bridge of solid, juice-slicked prick waiting entrance. "There's still ten long inches to go, bastard. Ten lovely stud inches!"
Fletcher proceeded to feed Tyler's asshole all ten of those remaining inches in a forceful streamlining of cock up spit-dampened asshole.
"Aaaagghhrruungh!" Tyler gasped. Whether or not he had been expecting the fast and sudden submersion of cock up his ass, the reality was hard to accept without some shock.
"Yes... yes... yesssss!" Fletcher moaned, grinding his black pubic hair into the blond strands lining Tyler's ass crack. His fat cock was gummed tightly by the gripping asshole.
Holding Tyler's hips, Fletcher yanked his fucking cock all of the way out until only the pulpy prick head was held by Tyler's gripping sphincter ring. Then, Fletcher was slamming his erection right back up Tyler's butt.
"My God... my... fucking... God!" Tyler mumbled. He felt one of Fletcher's bun squashing in-strokes become hastily followed by another... and another... and another. In between each was a withdrawal that brought Fletcher's cock head out to Tyler's gumming butt mouth.
"I'm fucking your ass, slave!" Fletcher cried. "I'm really fucking your ass with hard male cock."
"Yessssungh!" Tyler grunted. It was about all he could come up with at the moment. His speech had momentarily been impaired by the pleasure and the pain simultaneously being fed his body.
Fletcher continued to fuck. He could quickly become carried away in the intensity of the moment. It had been a long time since he had ventured back out on the streets. Thank God, he had been lucky enough to find Tyler again!
Two weeks it had been. How long would it be until next time? Every time he came out on the streets, every time he picked up a hustler, Fletcher risked his son somehow discovering he was gay. Their father-son relationship had already gone decidedly downhill since Fletcher's wife (Cody's mother) had died in a boating accident five years before.
But, Fletcher didn't want to think about Cody now. He had already taken the risk, and should be enjoying the successful results. And, enjoy it, by God, he would, he decided.
Fletcher pulled his cock out to its head, then jabbed it back in. His lower body came to a jarring stop against Tyler's ass cheeks. The cum-bulged balls continued forward, slapping upward to whack Tyler's sweaty ass buns.
Despite the fact that Fletcher was quickly carried away with his screwing, Tyler certainly wasn't suffering as a consequence. Tyler, after all, hadn't taken to the streets for his livelihood just because he was forced into it. Quite simply, he enjoyed each and every aspect of male-male sex. That he had stumbled onto a way of not only participating in his wildest sexual fantasies, but of getting paid for it, had always seemed an extraordinary stroke of luck.
And, when Tyler lucked onto a paying customer who could put out like this well-hung stud could, well he could really thank his stars.
Tyler saw his reflection in one of the mirrors positioned around the small basement room. He watched the way his body shook each and every time the hard, hairy belly collided with his ass. He watched as Fletcher's wrist-like cock meatiness pulled out and then pushed in... pulled out and then pushed in...
Tyler could only be further excited by being voyeur as well as participant. There was, after all, a decided eroticism to the tautening of his sweat-glossed muscles, to the weaving of his blood-heavy cock in front of his belly, to the jerking of his cum-ballooned balls.
"Fuck me!" Tyler grunted huskily. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
For Fletcher, Tyler's request to be fucked was a verbal aphrodisiac that moved him on to even faster and more furious screwing. Shit, yes, he would fuck Tyler's young ass! Goddamn, yes, he would screw it, hump it, corn-hole it until Fletcher's balls were blasting... Jesus, blasting pearly spunk up Tyler's cock-fucked ass hole.
"Take it... take it... take it!" Fletcher grunted. He ran his arms around Tyler's chest, his fingers pinching the taut nipples.
"Christ... Jesus, Jesus... Christ!" Tyler groaned, quite beside himself with pleasure.
While Fletcher's left hand continued at the nipple, he dropped his right hand downward for a larger prize -- Tyler's contracted sac of cum-glutted nuts. He squeezed the balls -- hard!
"Aaagh... aaagghhhh... aaaggghhh!" Tyler panted, feeling the excruciating pleasure and pain from his nuts. A dull, pleasurable ache burst through Tyler's lower belly and spread throughout the rest of his body.
The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, of low, guttural groans, of suctioning vacuums formed as ass hole sucked up and then vomited slick cock inches.
Fletcher freed Tyler's balls, then joined his hands, forming a full-nelson wrestling hold at the back of Tyler's neck.
He leaned his face against Tyler's back, his hips pumping out of control.
"Take my... Jesus... God! Jesus... take my... Goddammn... take my cum, you stud bastard! Take my... JESUS, TAKE MY CUM!"
Fletcher's cock blasted as far as it could possibly go up Tyler's accepting asshole.
"My God... my God... my God!" Fletcher groaned as first one and then another of his massive streamers of cum shot up Tyler's butt, stringing the boy's asshole with ribbons of sticky sperm.
"Fuck me!" Tyler commanded, surprised as he always was when he managed to blast-off without anyone physically working his prick. "I'M CUMMING, YOU FUCKING SONOFABITCH'N STUD. I'M CUMMING!"
Wet-warm cum blasted from the mouth of Tyler's erection while the boy's cock visibly pulsed. Soupy masses of hot spunk shot upward, flew into the air, descended into damp puddles of jism on the cement floor.
The two remained caught up within their combined eruptions, lost within the fantasy world of pleasure.
Wave after wave of ecstasy passed through Fletcher, riding his cum into Tyler's ass.
"My God, my God!" Fletcher muttered finally. The last of his cum had blasted Tyler's asshole. All of his sticky jism that remained would ooze free only after Fletcher's cock had completely softened.
"I came, bastard," Tyler said, to no one in particular. He doubted if Fletcher was really interested.
"I'm drained dry," Fletcher proclaimed, letting his hips begin a backward movement to drag the softening cock free.
The drag of Fletcher's existing prick pulled with it a mess of the cum the cock had pulsed out. Some of the goo smeared along the length of Fletcher's emerging prick shaft. Some of it formed a damp halo around Tyler's ovaled ass hole. Some of it clung to Tyler's blond ass hair.
Fletcher's cock head reached Tyler's sphincter ring. Tyler's ass mouth began to slide shut along the tapering knob. When the cock came completely free, a bead of cum punctuated Tyler's shut ass pucker.
Fletcher lowered Tyler's chains and unfastened the locks on the fur-lined manacles, letting Tyler's wrists come free.
There was a small room off the main one, which held a locker-room type shower. Fletcher and Tyler showered at the same time, though there was no further touching. Fletcher was back to wondering what Cody would do if he found out about his father's sexual preference.
Jesus, Cody! Cody couldn't have been much older than Tyler was. Although, it was doubtful Cody would have been as understanding as Tyler was liable to be.
Oh, well, Fletcher would simply have to handle the trauma of his son's discovery when and if it ever occurred. There was, after all, no reason whatsoever to suspect Cody ever would find out, was there? Cody's mother had never discovered she hadn't been enough for her husband; and, Fletcher had been married to Melissa for fourteen years.
Fletcher and Tyler dressed.
Fletcher drove Tyler back into the downtown area, but not to the area where the pick-up occurred. Fletcher gave the kid extra for cab fare to cover the rest of his journey. He had no desire to be seen in the "meat market" area of the city any more than was absolutely necessary. Maybe he was being unduly paranoid, but it never paid to be too careful, did it? Playing it careful had allowed Fletcher to live his double life for a very long time without discovery.