By Chris Carr
Copyright © 12/02/2003
"Swrong with him?"
"Trippin’," Rae said, glowering at the boy.
"Trippin? Why, what’s wrong?"
"He say he ain’t like that. Say he don’t mess ‘round."
I looked at the boy, slumped in a chair. His sun dappled, peach brown skin radiant beneath the soft light, he was sullen, his chin resting on his fist, a scowl on his face.
"Don’t mess around," I contended. "But…"
"I know," Rae said. "Just leave him alone." Then in my ear he whispered, "Just give it a few."
Give it a few? This wasn’t according to the deal. Hell, my wife’s Tupperware party’ll probably be over before he changes his mind, I stressed, glancing at the boy again. Damn, and he was god awful cute, those cherry red lips of his just begging for me to kiss them!
Kimmie, the more ‘willing’ participant, lingered just inside the door, watching us. I’d been with him before, his randy dick tireless. He’d no sooner spunk off a healthy load and he’d want another go at it. Moaning erotically in my ear, he loved rubbing his anxious length between my buttcheeks. (I wasn’t into being penetrated in those days.)
Rae looked helplessly at me, then walked to the door and grabbed Kimmie by the hand. Determined to get something from the night, he pulled him center the room, embracing him in a sensuous hold. Cuteness dropped his head, his scowl increasing. This wasn’t what I had in mind...
"Let’s go to the room," I suggested, hoping it would get Barry in the mood. Rae stopped for a second, then arose, pulling Kimmie to his feet. You know, to hear his name, you’d think he was this light-in-the-loafers queen but, on the contrary, Kimmie was living proof Rae could get the difficult ones. Equally sullen and aloof as Barry, Kimmie seemed an unlikely candidate when first Rae brought him around. Smoking cigarettes like they were going out of style, he glared at me his unkempt hair shooting up from his head in an uneven natural. But when Rae started fondling his dick through his pants, his attitude changed and I bowed to the master, once again.
Barry clung to his seat, still sullen as we filed out the room. Rae stayed behind, and as Kimmie and I entered my room, I could hear a heated discussion between he and the boy, echoing from the living room. Eventually, he came to the bedroom, Barry in tow, that scowl still on his face. Plopping down in the chair in my room, Barry huffed loudly, exasperated, then rest his head on his fist and closed his eyes. Facing me, Rae shook his head, obviously perturbed. Maybe we should’ve paid him, I thought, standing idly beside the bed...
...Kimmie whined, raising up on his elbows to watch us. Spreading his legs wider, he threw his head back when I ventured to blow on his wet balls. Diving below them, I was lifting his legs to get at his spit lubed hole when I noticed movement, just below the side of the bed. Trying not to be obvious, I cut my eye to my right to observe. Barry was on his knees, stealthily crawling beside the bed. My heart leaping in my throat, I suppressed my excitement. Actually, it was kind of funny watching him slowly crawl across the floor, trying to go unnoticed as he approached.
He stopped just past me along side Rae, his eyes coyly peeping over the side. Rae was so busy devouring Kimmie’s dick, he never noticed him. I reached my foot up and subtly tapped him on the leg, motioning with my head at Barry. Barry ducked when Rae turned in his direction, eventually reappearing when he thought no one was watching. Sometimes, straight boys can be so stupid.
He stayed there for what seemed an eternity, his head just high enough to see. When Kimmie would cry out in ecstasy, he’d dart his eyes toward him then fasten them back on what me and Rae were doing. What’s he waiting for, I thought and why doesn’t Rae make a move? I didn’t want to blow it so I just ignored him, continuing as if he wasn’t there.
At some point he raised up, slowing edging across the bed and I just about exploded supposing he was about to join in. Instead he moved his mouth to Rae’s ear and whispered something, retreating to the side of the bed immediately after. To my great disappointment, he lingered a while longer then, returned to his chair. I looked up at Rae for an explanation but he was busy sucking Kimmie’s dick. Finally, he leaned close and whispered,
"He wants to get high." I looked at Rae confused. The hell was we supposed to get for this boy to get high? I thought, the time flying.
"Ain’t you still got some of them pain pills from when you had that toothache?" Rae inquired. I nodded. "Give ‘em one of them, then." Oh great, now we’re going to add drug charges to this whole fiasco, I thought.
"You want some of that ass?" Rae countered, observing my reluctance. I nodded again. "Give ‘em a pill then." And with that, he swallowed Kimmie’s dick again, eliciting a loud moan from him. Rae could suck dick.
I got up, glancing at the boy as I left. He was slumped in his chair again, head down, that practiced scowl returning. I went to the bathroom, scanning the medicine cabinet for the pain pills and got an idea. Picking up a bottle of aspirin, I dumped one in my hand and returned it to the shelf...
Minutes passed and as we changed positions, I happened to glance over at Barry who was lolling his head about, apparently "high". Smothering a snicker, I watched in amazement as the boy put on an academy award performance, his eyes lazily drooping, his arms going limp, his head slumping off his shoulders. Rae looked up to see what I was looking at and when he caught site of Barry’s performance, bounded off the bed and approached him.
Positioning between the boy’s wide gapped legs, he gently ran his hands up Barry’s thighs. Barry looked hazily at him, attempting to focus but failed, his head rolling backwards again. In his supposed state of intoxication, it was OK for Rae to fondle him. OK for Rae to do what he pleased so, he offered no protest as Rae unfastened his pants. It was all quite amazing to me and I could scarcely contain my amusement.
Rae was pulling Barry’s shorts back now, about to reveal the forbidden fruit when...