Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Larry was standing, leaning back on his Lexus coup in Clinton's driveway, arms folded over his chest, when Brad came out of Clinton's house.

"Mr. Caldwell is in there, in bed, alone, if you—"

Larry interrupted Brad. "I didn't come for Clinton Caldwell. I came for you. Did you think I was signaling him back at the poker table? I guess, since you were standing just behind him, you might have thought that I was interested in him."

"You were signaling me?"

"Sure. You're cute and sweet and sexy."

If it hadn't been dark, Larry could have seen Brad blush. Brad wasn't exactly experienced. Most of his friends were girls and most of his activities were girlie. He might even have more girlfriends if he wasn't more beautiful than most of them were.

"You want to take a ride with me?"

Brad didn't know what to say. He'd planned to take in a late-night movie, alone, tonight and then work on the scrapbook of photos of his trip to Miami with some of the girls a few months ago. And then to bed with his Teddy bear.

"Have you had sex with a man before?" Larry asked, being persistent.

"Sex?" Brad asked, almost swallowing the words.

"You attend Clinton Caldwell, and he obviously has his needs and likes men. Do you jack him off when he wants it."

Brad looked away, but he did answer. "Sometimes."

"Do you give him blow jobs?"

Brad didn't answer, but he didn't say no. Larry didn't ask him if he rode Caldwell's cock, because it was obvious that they both were bottoms.

"Does he pay you extra for those services?"

"No." A pause and then and almost indignant, "But he pays me well."

"I'll give you $50 for a blow job if you'll come in my car with me."

Brad didn't answer; he was too busy examining the tops of his sandals.

"Get in the car, Brad," Larry said, opening the passenger door of the Lexus.

Brad hesitated, but only for a moment. He was accustomed to following orders. Larry drove only as far as the carport of his own house five doors up the beach. He held Brad's head between his hands as he sat in the driver's seat and Brad hunched over from the passenger seat and sucked his cock. Brad was good enough at it that it was clear he had done this for Clinton Caldwell often enough—and maybe for others, as well.

When he was done and had licked Larry's cock clean, he sat up and pressed his body against the passenger door. He undoubtedly knew what Larry was going to say next.

"You ever been fucked by a man? I want to fuck you. I'll give you another $50 to go with me now."

"Fucked. By a man?"

"Yes. Fucked in the ass. I bet you have a sweet little ass."

"No . . . no . . . never. Not that."

Larry whistled and smiled. Bonus day. Two virgins in one day. "But you've thought about it . . . wanted to do it. Right?"

Brad didn't answer. There suddenly was something on the glove-box door that he had to examine.

"I'll give you $150 more to be the first one to use your ass. I'm very good at it, I assure you. You'll be glad that I was first. You've just been shy and frightened about it. I'll handle you right."

Larry fucked Brad on a blanket on the beach below his house, just beyond the line where the lights of the house reached and far enough off the water and in between two beach dunes so that anyone strolling the water line this late wouldn't see them. Maybe hear them, but not see them.

Brad would have been a screamer at being spiked if Larry didn't keep a hand over his mouth most of the time. But Larry hadn't lied. He was good at taking a young man's virginity and was expert at making a complete job of it.

Brad was on his back, knees drawn up to his chest, butt turned up to the sky, with Larry covering him close, his cock inside Brad's ass channel, a hand over Brad's mouth, Brad's eyes wide with pleasure-pain, while Larry rocked their bodies, the bulb of his cock rubbing back and forth over Brad's prostate. Brad didn't hold out very long before he creamed Larry's belly.

Larry took his hand away from Brad's mouth and replaced it with his own mouth, Kissing Brad deeply through one, two, three ejaculations into Brad's channel. Larry didn't like using condoms on virgins and Brad hadn't mentioned the need for one.

Taking his mouth off Brad's and looking into Brad's still-wide and glazed eyes, Larry whispered, "Was that too painful for you?"

"Yes . . . no. I never imagined . . . fuck me again, daddy. Can you? . . . you're so big."

Larry knew he wasn't big at all and that, after him, Brad was likely to learn what big was. But Larry was experienced, and that was what Brad needed at this moment.

"Oh, yes, I certainly can fuck you again . . . and will." Brad had such a sweet ass. Men didn't just lose their virginity to another man and that was it. There were levels of initiation. A man's cherry could be popped in so many ways and on so many levels by another man. Taking Brad up the levels would be a distinct pleasure. Before the night was through, Larry would be on his back and Brad would be riding his cock and fucking himself. "Let's go into the house," he said, and then added, "What do you feel about being bound?"

And indeed he could take a malleable and willing Brad up several levels before the night was through . . . and did.