Chapter 2 – Chapter 2
Bryan was in the hotel room bathroom showering again. Gordy would be next. Bryan had suggested they shower together again, but Gordy said he knew that would lead to sex and he wanted Bryan in bed. He had blushed and pointed out that there was a mirror beside the bed and he wanted to watch this time. Bryan had just laughed and muttered something about Gordy being on the fast track in learning to be a slut and had sauntered off to the bathroom, bare buttocks undulating and a towel flipped over his shoulder. If someone was being described as the cock of the walk, that would be Bryan walking to the bathroom.
While Bryan showered, Gordy moved around the room nervously, looking at this and that on the wall and behind the drapes at the window. He stopped in front of the wall opposite the one with the mirror on it—on the other side of the bed—and examined the painting on the wall. It was quite a colorful and "busy" one. Lots of abstract circles in different sizes. Gordy smiled, lifted the painting off the wall, and reached into his pocket for his pocketknife.
Later, when it was Gordy's turn to come out of the bathroom, after his shower, naked and toweling his hair, he did a double take and almost fell backward into the bathroom again.
"Relax, Gordy," Bryan said. He had been standing close by the bathroom door and moved behind Gordy and encircled his chest with his arms, pinning Gordy's arms to his sides. "These are friends of mine. Surely you recognize them. Doubles partners. Mehmet and Mahfouz Ergon. They play with me. They want to play with you too. You'll enjoy them. I know they'll enjoy you."
All three of the men Gordy encountered in the room were naked—all already crowned with condoms, so Gordy was left with no doubt what the three intended.
"No . . . please, Bryan," Gordy whimpered. "I told you that I . . . oh, god, oh shit!"
"It'll be a fast $300, Gordy. I wouldn't ask you to do it for what I said I'd pay just for me."
"Oh, god," Gordy whimpered.
"We'll take that as I yes, shall we?" Bryan said, with a big smile. "Good. 'Cause you comin' out of the bathroom looking that good, I think it would happen anyway."
One of the Ergons was kneeling in front of Gordy and had taken the blond youth's cock in his mouth and was expertly going down on it. Gordy struggled a bit, but when Bryan took possession of his lips in a deep kiss, Gordy settled down.
He was writhing again, though, as, with Bryan still holding his arms and torso prisoner, the Turkish tennis player stood and lifted and spread Gordy's legs and began working his cock inside Gordy's passage. The second Turk came over and stood beside Gordy and worked the young blond's cock with his hand while his brother fucked him and Bryan held him close and worked his mouth. Neither of the Turks were as long as Bryan, but they both were thicker—and were more brutal and pistoning in their taking.
When the first Turk—Mahfouz, Gordy caught the name correctly—was finished, they carried Gordy to the bed and pushed him down on his back, his butt at the foot of the bed. Bryan crouched between Gordy's legs and fucked him second, while the other Turk—Mehmet—straddled Gordy's chest and fed his cock into Gordy's mouth.
Gordy whimpered and pleaded, but the three kept at him, laughing and joking among themselves and commenting on what a nice, young, fresh piece of ass they had to work this time.
When Bryan was finished between his legs, Mehmet pulled Gordy off the bed and pushed the blond youth onto the floor on all fours and mounted him and fucked him like a dog.
The Turks took him in another round on the bed, with Gordy having reached the stage where he just flopped back and moaned and gave no opposition or help at all. The Turks offered Gordy to Bryan at the start of the second round, but Bryan just laughed and said he had Gordy for the rest of the night and for them to each have another fucking before showering and leaving.
As the Turkish brothers showered—together—Bryan laid stretched against Gordy's panting and whimpering body and held him close and whispered in his ear what they'd do together when they were alone. Gordy, in obvious exhaustion, merely murmured unintelligible words back at Bryan and drifted off into a state of semiconsciousness. Bryan found him so luscious in that state that he went up on his knees, lifted one of Gordy's legs and side split him in a quick fuck. Gordy remained comatose.
When Gordy started to become aware of his surroundings again, Bryan and the Turks were at the hotel room door, joking and talking tennis and of their coming matches and their prospects for victory. The Turks were dressed and Bryan had a towel wrapped around his waist. When the Turks had gone, Bryan went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Gordy waited for the shower to start pumping water and then he sprang off the bed—seemingly rejuvenated. He was smiling and not moving at all like a newly initiated guy who had just been gangbanged for a couple of hours by three virile and demanding cocks.
He strode over to the painting beside the bed, pulled it off the wall, and extracted the miniature, wide-angled video camera he'd attached to the back of the painting with its lens against the hole he'd cut into the busy-design painting with his pocketknife.
Bryan was still under the shower stream and singing happily to himself when Gordy finished dressing, swept the $300 Bryan had promised him off the dresser, quietly exited the hotel room, and clicked the door shut behind him.
"Not bad for less than a week," he was thinking. "First that pitcher with the Washington Nationals baseball team, and then that TV anchorman. Three pro tennis players was a bonus here. And I've already got a hookup arranged with that Republican congressman tomorrow night. A couple of more days of video editing and splicing and my Capitol Takes movie is gonna be ready to go viral in the gay movie houses."