Well, I guess it’s a fair question to ask of the consequences, and want to know what happened with these three guys.
The bartender flipped me on my belly, and dragged my feet back over the ledge to my thighs, to the side of the pool table, where he stood upon HowDo’s stool, and pulled my hips up to a dog style position, where my knees found purchase upon the edge. He inserted his cock into my ass lubed with spit. HowDo had already used the stool to climb upon the table; and, he slid under my belly and continued to suck my cock; while he jerked off his unusually big tool; then, Jake took his pants off, and, he climbed up and knelt in front of me, feeding me his cock, to which, all dicks were in use.
I concluded they had all been in this same scenario before.
Jake walked with me back to the bus stop, and said he wanted to see me again, but alone, next time. I was distracted though; as, I, at the same moment, saw a mustard yellow Austin Healy turn into a side street.
On the way home, a big wet spot developed on my red track shorts from three loads; as they had all taken turns doing me. I gave my bus seat to a woman and I stood holding the grasp handle on the crowded bus as my butt leaked, and I hoped no one would notice, but people did. One grandfatherly man who sat next where I stood remarked to me in a quiet, but very audible voice, that it looked as if I had, had bit of an accident in my shorts.
I told him the grass had just been watered where I had unknowingly sat to do my exercises, and not to be such a ‘perve’; but he could sniff my butt if he thought I was lying. A few others laughed when he remarked it smelled good to him, as his face was very close to my ass.
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That next Friday after classes, Paul, whose father managed the Day’s Inn, picked me up with the other ‘non-‘friends; Edmond, and Alex. We went to ‘dead boy’s pool’ as entitled gawkers, to what had become the latest subject around the breakfast tables of people in Atlanta; looking over their newspapers, with something to say to partners; who lighted morning's first cigarettes with coffee. The boys all lit up too, as we sauntered around the still police ribboned pool area.
‘’They are saying the dead fag had a room too,’’ said Paul.
It was a concerning remark, as I figured I could easily be tied to the scene with fingerprints.
Paul continued. ‘’But since he had lied about his name and age to get the room, it might be grounds to fight the lawsuit. Dad says he is getting a slew of lawyers to counter this white trash lawsuit, but even they suggest it might be better to just just settle, to get it over with, for business. They’ll settle pretty cheap, too, he figures.’’
A dusty looking muscular man in a hard hat appeared at the back of one of the trailers, pulling out what appeared to be a roll of roofing material.
‘’They don’t give you guys Friday’s off?‘’ yelled Paul, as if he had some say in such matters.
The worker took on a surprised look, then looking directly at me blurted; ’’Hey, You look like that naked boy from the pool’’. He grinned a snaggletoothed, sun burned dusty face, not unlike Charles Bronson's, I thought. He was about 30.
‘’Damn, what on earth. Pat here?’’ asked Paul.
‘’Were you a witness to that drowning — that queer'’s dead, if you don’t remember.’’ Knowing Stu was a queer.
You screamed for help just like a girl .’’ I was on that roof yonder’’ he pointed.
‘’Like this? ’Help1’’’ I yelled. And awkwardly laughed in my lying attempt.
‘’It didn’t sound like that.’’ The worker conceded. ‘’it was a high pitched squeal — that’s why I looked; ‘thought at first a girl was drowning or getting raped — yelling help. I could see it was a boy treading water, cause he was naked and could make out his pecker. Figured they was just queers horsing around, and I went back to work.’’
‘’It wasn’t me.’’ Knowing my changed voice was already much deeper since two days earlier and could hit deeper notes.
‘’There where three of ‘em, and a big guy pushed a brown haired boy in, who then grabbed at the naked boy — who looked like this one here.’’
‘’Did you tell the cops that?’’ asked Paul.
‘’ I warn’t working when cops was out here, getting the body, en asking questions. The office girl found the body.
I mind my own business.’’ he explained.
The others didn’t make any remarks, but as we walked back to the car Alex asked if my voice had changed. Paul then explained that worker, Arfy was a guy he'd know for years; as, Arfy also was often employed by his dad to frame his father's spec houses he'd been building in the suburbs; and was a 'good' guy who'd sometimes buy him beer.
Liz a Junior and two other freshman girls, Wanda and her best friend Rhonda, had pulled up to Paul’s metallic blue sixty six GTO, in a green, sixty one Rambler. I considered Rhonda as a girl friend; though, we had really only gotten together at lunch in school or talked on the phone.
‘’John said ya’ll had come here to look at the dead boy’s pool. Any other bodies in that pool today? One of ya'll going to drown in it? We were headed to Wender and Roberts and get some cherry cokes — Wanna join us?'’ Rhonda Squeaked teasingly; as, she held up a fifth of rum looking at me.
‘’I can supply the cokes and plenty of ice here1’’ blurted out Paul with a laugh, ‘’and a room; dead boy’s room.’’ he loudly followed -- Victorious, with arms out, as if it was settled. The girls giggled.
‘How odd’, I thought. ‘This really is proof that reality is stranger than fiction.
So, rather than leave, as would have been the immediately obvious thing to do, I stayed; and, after all, I was riding with Paul. I figured I was stuck, and my departure would bring about an even greater interest in the Arfy's observation and recognition of me; though perhaps I could get vindication from their opinion of me as a queer too, even get some pussy if Rhonda gets drunk enough.
Police tape was over the door, but then, after a visit to the office for the key, Paul simply scooted under it. He waved us into where I’d been first fucked just two weeks ago.
Paul produced more ice and cups, and Alex bought six coke bottles after asking others to contribute coins needed for the machine to share in mixing the rum, and then more coins to get another couple packs of cigarettes. Liz brought in her portable Magnavox stereo and some records by the Rolling Stones. We fixed drinks in the plastic cups, and the room quickly became a fog in the drunken chatter and the party was on.
There was then a loud rapping upon the door.
‘’Quick1, hide the bottle and guzzle those drinks; it’s the cops1’’ warned Edmond. When the door was opened the workman, Arfy, we’d talked with earlier who’d identified me, was standing there with a bottle of vodka and a big grin. Paul told him to come on in, join the party and fix a drink.
Liz was wearing bib jeans; while she danced, inserted her hand into the baggy one piece, and her fore-finger emerged through the unzipped crotch. Teasingly she asked, ‘’Let’s see who gets hard first, when Wanda strips?‘’ Wanda had been taking dance classes.
And we boys, without any protest, displayed our cocks through unzipped trousers for the contest; standing in a line; as, the girls sat upon the bed hooting and laughed. Wanda grinded and twerked in her panties and bra, dancing upon the mattress in front of them.
I was too nervous, and produced zero erection. While the three others had varying degrees of rise. Paul’s appeared fully erect.
‘’Don’t ch’ew like girls?’’ asked Liz.
I tried to zip but it had become stuck, so, I quickly turned and walked to bathroom yanking upon it pretending I didn’t hear.
The workman, Arfy, who’d declined joining the contest, and had been standing by the bath door said; ‘’cause he’s queer.’’
‘’We figured,’’ said Alex.
‘’So, you are sure it was him at the pool with the dead queer boy?‘’ asked Paul.
‘’ Naw, I doubt it was him, but, I know a faggot when I see ‘em; an first, he looked more at you guy's dicks than that pretty thang; and no man could remain totally limp after that girl’s show.’’
I had to defend myself; so, I said; ’’I’m not queer. I just think Rhonda would have not liked me to get hard at, Wanda, her best friend acting like a drunken slut.’’
Wanda came over and slapped me, and then started kicking me; where the Arfy and Paul pulled her off. I’d fallen back and had gotten back upon my knees.
‘’I’ll show ya’ll he’s queer’’ as the worker held his calloused hand upon the top of my head. The muscular worker unzipped and pulled his cock out and said; ‘’ Don’t you want to suck this sweetie?‘’ Nodding approvingly to me as he wiggled it.
His tool was already half hard, but really so big; it just flipped a switch in me, particularly, with his hand upon my head, and from all the two past week’s experiences I’d had with cock; so, despite, or perhaps even because of the humiliation, I became horny.
All in the room laughed, particularly at what must have been my expression of shock, being now held in place by this hard hatted guy, Arfy; still on my knees, with cock in my face. Then to my abject horror the worker quickly slapped my already hard dick poking through the zipper opening. ‘’Behold. 'Even if under-whelming.’’ laughed the burly workman.
‘’Damn, he’s right.’’ remarked Paul. ‘’If that ain’t proof Pat’s a fag… suck his cock Pat.'’ As if to put a finial upon my conclusive outing.
‘’I want to see him cum in your faggot face.’’ he scornfully said.
The worker with a grin, shoved his almost hard cock into my face — ‘'prefer that girl over there sucks it; but this is a learning session, ain’t it boys?'’
Rhonda looked shocked, disgusted, and mad, too. She left the room, followed by Liz clutching her stereo; and, the stumbling and hurried girls disappeared as if escaping a snake pit.
Arfy's cock remained at my lips; and I recalled two weeks since I resisted Stu’s cock only inches away from the spot I now knelt.
It just seemed futile to resist, so I opened and he pushed it to the back of my throat to the smell of dust, smegma and piss.
‘’Push it on down the faggot’s throat’’, demanded Edmond.
I became even harder as I sucked the rank smelling member, upon the abuse leveled at me from my ‘best‘ friends.
‘’Get the bitch naked’’ demanded the worker; as if and expert in such matters; so, still sucking, the others pulled all my cloths off.
‘’Oh my God1; look at Pat suck that guy’s dick?’’ Marveled the drunks.
''His ass looks like a girl's,'' said Paul.
The workman said, ''I'd bet he'd love you fuck it. Boys, sometimes men must have alternatives to his own hand, when the pussy ain't willing,'' said the seasoned professional. ''En he made 'em run off.''
‘’Yea, they’d still be here if he hadn’t pissed off Wanda.’’ Lamented Edmond
I stopped, looked up, and, asked the workman; ‘’ Sir may I go the the bath room?’’
Arfy said , ‘’Sure boy, but I want you back on my dick when you’re done.’’
Alex said, ‘’ Eww, even if he poops I don’t want my dick up his shit chute.’’
Edmond said, ‘’There is a bath here. I’ll risk some shit on my dick to fuck that fag’s ass.’’
‘’Fact is, it ain’t considered queer to fuck a fag’s ass. Or let ‘em suck your cock. This is simply the way it’s always been.’’ He then took a long drag from his cigarette.’’
‘’Yea, I’ll fuck him too,’’ said Paul.
I went to the toilet and unsurprisingly the jar of Vaseline still sat on the toilet, and the irrigation dildo and hose was still attached in the shower; since, the police had stopped the cleaning people from entering after they found the body.
Room service had come in on Friday and made the bed, but assumed the lodger was still renting the room for another two days; so, they didn’t disturb any of the items left around the room — while Stu floated dead in the pool. He wasn't found till Sunday.
I took the opportunity to clean out my ass and lube it thickly with the petroleum jelly. I figured someone was gonna bang my ass; and I hoped so; but I didn’t have to suffer that intense pain as before.
When I walked back in, there stood the man who’d kidnapped me and killed Stu. It was crazy and audacious enough I was back in this room; back at the scene of the crime; but the sheer gall of the man being here knocked me back; as, in addition he was chatting amiably with Paul, and; he didn’t even stop talking as I stood there naked.
I stood slack jawed.
After going on about loving the motel accommodations and his recent visit, Paul asked him if he knew of the infamous drowning just a couple of weeks earlier, and he replied he wasn’t aware of such a tragedy.
He looked at me and asked if it was that boy Stu I'd been swimming with.
That’s what the tape on the door is for,’’ Replied Paul. ‘’ Didn’t Pat tell you’’ Mr. Greyson.
‘’ Call me 'Bruce', Paul’’
‘’ Why? Was it that big a deal?’’ Bruce asked. He went on.
‘’I was told he would likely be here with you boys from his mother.’’
‘’Hi son, Get your cloths on, and and forget swimming; as we have to be going,’’ He said; ‘’unless you boys want to fuck him’’ he added with a grin.
‘’ He wanted to ’’ He ran off the girls who were just here, and he does have a nice ass; and he is a fag. We just figured your son would be a good fuck.’’ said the workman, matter of fact.
‘’ Yes, he does have a nice ass . Doesn’t he? Well you fella’s get started, and I’ll go to the car and get my camera. I’ll allow it, as he’s my property; so, if I can get some pictures — Don’t worry I won’t get any face pictures of ya’ll’s faces. I’ll even pay a twenty dollars to one of you who can sport 8 inches fucking him.’’
Paul said he had eight inches.
I weighed screaming the truth but facts and the truth just didn't seem together enough. I awaited my fate as I saw my Master go out side to his shiny Healey.
