Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

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"Yeah, I call this drink a MAN-ipulation. Get it? A Manipulation," the handsome man smiled as he poured a few fingers of sloe gin into a flimsy motel cup.

"Yeah," Eddie Trahan agreed, swallowing nervously as he perched on the edge of the motel bed.

No, he really didn't get the joke. He'd heard the word 'manipulation' before and did pick up on Greg Morehouse's odd inflection, his emphasis on the first syllable but didn't understand why Greg thought that the name of the drink was funny. Nervously, he brushed a hand through his limp carrot orange hair.

To the fingers of sloe gin, Greg added a few fingers of Mark's Cinnamon Liqueur, a few fingers of Mark's Raspberry Liqueur and a few ice cubes from the ice bucket.

On the motel's television screen, images of young men pleasuring one another flashed. The sound was turned down; Eddie only heard the occasional grunts and moans over the music. Looking from the well-dressed salesman to the television screen, Eddie watched one young man being spit-roasted by two older looking men. Even in his nervous state, Eddie felt his cock begin to swell as the two men fucked the young man's ass and mouth.

"Okay," Greg cooed, sitting on the bed next to the nervous nineteen year old. "Try this and let me know. I mean, you don't like it? I'll go get you that what was it, Gratchley's Beer?"

Eddie took a sip of the somewhat flowery smelling beverage. He felt the immediate burn of the alcohol coursing down his throat. He felt the slight easing of his tension with that familiar burn of alcohol.

"Yeah?" Greg asked, then chuckled as Eddie nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah."

"Yeah," Eddie agreed.

"So uh, Eddie, tell me a little bit about yourself, huh?" Greg asked, slipping his shoes from his feet.

"I uh, uh, well, shit, ain't really much to tell," Eddie stammered.

"Come on," Greg crooned, softly rubbing Eddie's thigh as they sat together. "Tell me what made you decide to reach out to me, hmm?"

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Eddie looked around as he sat down at the sixth computer in the Burstyn Public Library. At present, the only computer in use was Computer #3 and Old Man Ferguson was hunched over, nose practically touching the screen of the monitor AS THE NEARLY BLIND MAN ATTEMPTED TO READ THE SCREEN. The sixth computer was the farthest from the entry; they would have to walk around the table to reach Eddie and by the time they came close, Eddie would be able to shut down his computer.

He shrugged out of his coat; it was stifling in the library. Outside, the early February air was crisp, cold. But in here, it was sweltering.

With another furtive look around, Eddie typed in his screen name and password. A moment later, the Norwill News, the online newspaper for the Norwill University popped up. He gave one more look around, pausing momentarily as Mrs. Jenkins, the assistant librarian helped Old Man Ferguson enlarge the icons on his screen so he could read the screen better.

"Hi Eddie," the pleasantly plump fifty-something woman smiled. "Need anything?"

"No ma'am. Just looking for work," Eddie lied.

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything," she smiled and shuffled away.

Eddie knew women, particularly older women like the librarian found him irresistible. He had bright red hair, a kewpie doll face, and ghostly pale features. Because of his plump cheeks, he still had little old ladies patting his face. His white skin dictated that he wear long sleeves, long pants and plenty of sunblock, even on the hottest of days. And, even though it was cold, very cold outside right now, Eddie was wearing a good layer of sunblock.

Eddie found the Classifieds then clicked the link for the Personals. Men4Men was the fourth link and Eddie swallowed before clicking on the link.

Whenever he masturbated, which was very, very frequently, Eddie would cup his balls, imagining another man's hand cupping them. He kept them shaved smooth for that reason. When he gripped his aching cock in his hand, he would imagine how another man's whang would feel in his hand. Then, when he squeezed the hot load of semen into the palm of his left hand, he would lap up the spunk, imagining he was tasting the taste of another man's juice.

Once, while his mother was at work, Eddie pulled a fat cucumber from the vegetable crisper. He greased the bright green vegetable with Crisco shortening and worked the vegetable into his rectum.

At first, his anus refused the cucumber any entry. Finally reaching the decision to kneel on the bathroom floor and lower himself onto the vegetable, Eddie grunted, gasped, then groaned as the slimy tip finally did push past his struggling anus. Sliding down, Eddie moaned; he had never felt so stuffed. There was pain associated with the entry, but the pain subsided as he stroked his cock fast and furious. He'd almost blacked out from the force of that ejaculation.

He had been disgusted with himself as he carefully cleaned the vegetable before preparing a dinner salad to go with the fried chicken and scalloped potatos. Disgusted or not, soon Eddie's thoughts searched for other household items he might use for masturbation.

His mother worked six days a week. Eddie had learned how to cook by the time he was tall enough to reach the stove. Putting food on the table and a roof over their head took every penny Mabel could eke out; there was no money for a computer.

Which was why Eddie was in the public library, searching for male companionship on that day. Earlier in the week, he had searched the local listings. Those searches had not located any potential male-male hookups, though. In truth, Eddie was leery of hooking up with anyone in Burstyn, Mississippi. Suppose it got out? Suppose someone saw someone who told someone else that Eddie was a cocksucker?

The first nine ads in the Norwill Personals were from College students. Eddie did like the looks of two of the young men, but reading the words of their ads made him shake his head. One was very poorly worded; even as a high school dropout, Eddie wondered at a college student not knowing the difference between 'there' and 'they're.' The other ad sounded pretentious, flighty. The ad was loaded with slang, all the catch phrases. Again, even though he was a high school dropout, Eddie wanted a little bit more substance from a lover and friend.

"Especially on Valentine's Day," Eddie murmured, arrowing down.

"Perfect day to finally lose my virginity," he thought, feeling his cock swelling in his jeans.

The tenth ad showed a handsome older man; his ad said he was forty one years of age. He was neatly groomed, dressed in a nice suit, teeth dazzling white. He would be in the Norwill area in one week's time; he was a travelling salesperson for a major industrial cleaning supplies manufacturer.

"Oh! Just, just in time for…' Eddie realized, counting out the days on his fingers.

With another look around, Eddie composed a reply to 'TravellingMan1984.' Then he looked through the rest of the ads. After reading all twenty five ads, he checked and almost gasped when he saw he'd had a response from TravellingMan1984. Pulling his most recent school photograph from his 'Draft' section of his personal email, Eddie attached the photograph and sent it to the man.

Now, with half of a sweet alcoholic beverage in his gut, Eddie told Greg Morehouse about his masturbation techniques, including eating his own sperm. They both chuckled as Eddie told him about stuffing the cucumber into his rectum, then making a salad and his mother's apparent disappointment that Eddie had used the large cucumber for their supper.

"I was married," Greg confessed. "Had two adorable little girls; Daddy's little princesses. Then lost my job. Aitchel, Ohio isn't exactly the hotbed of opportunities but Emily refused to even consider moving to where the jobs are."

"Shit, look around," Eddie agreed. See any opportunities in this area?"

Anyway, got a job working construction. Ever pour concrete in the winter? Hell, ever pour concrete in the summer? Took to making a little extra cash, you know, no big deal, just selling a little meth on the side."

"Huh!" Eddie said, looking at the handsome man.

"And, of course, got popped. Five years; it's my first offense," Greg said. "But, first night in Stanbery? That's the maximum security prison in Ohio; worst fucking place you'd ever want to be, but first night, as the new cute white boy, I get grabbed and turned out."

"Huh!" Eddie said.

And, fuck, about a week into it, I finally have to admit to myself, I fucking like it. I love sucking cock, eating jizz. Not too crazy about getting plugged up the ass, but do love getting my own cock sucked, love plugging another man's cute ass," Greg admitted, slipping off his shirt.

Eddie admired the man's hairless chest, massive biceps and flat abdomen. It was apparent that Greg worked out, ate right, took care of himself.

"Third year there, Kenny gets dropped into my pod; cute? Cutest little Latina you ever seen. Pretty pouting lips, big sweet eyes, sweet, sweet, sweet little brown butt. Boy was made to be a punk, you hear?" Greg smiled, slipping his trousers off.

Greg was wearing a pair of red silk boxers underneath his suit trousers. There were little white hearts, pink hearts and a few black hearts printed on the novelty shorts. Eddie smiled as Greg thrust his crotch forward, modeling the boxers.

"What, uh, what happened to Kenny?" Eddie asked, eyes lingering on the prominent bulge in Greg's boxers.

This. This was going to happen. This was finally going to happen. Eddie could hear his blood roaring in his head.

"Don't know. I finally got rotated out; overcrowding," Greg admitted, sitting on the bed next to Eddie. "But, come home, find out my wife's already got herself a new man; got one boy hanging on her arm and a bun in the oven. And Daddy's little princesses? Arabella and Ariana? Emily and her new man have these two little bitches hating me. Don't want to see me, don't want to talk to me. Broke my heart but, you know what? Fuck them."

"So, uh, how old are they?" Eddie asked, slowly pulling his long sleeved tee shirt up and off.

"Oh baby boy! You, you're beautiful," Greg husked, seeing Eddie's pale pudgy torso and flabby arms.

"Thanks," Eddie mumbled, resisting the urge to cover his chest with his forearm.

"But, let's see. Arabella? She's hmm, nineteen and Ariana? She would be almost seventeen by now," Greg mused, hand slowly rubbing up and down Eddie's smooth back.

"I uh," Eddie said, moving too unzip his jeans.

"Let me," Greg whispered, softly kissing Eddie's plump lips.

"Oh!" Eddie shivered at his first kiss.

Greg knelt on the carpeted floor and unzipped Eddie's jeans. Eddie shivered as Greg delivered a light bite to the slight paunch that hung over Eddie's belt.

"Like unwrapping a Christmas present," Greg chuckled, slowly working Eddie's zipper down.

"Or a Valentine's Day present," Eddie suggested.

"Oh! Exactly!" Greg chuckled and worked Eddie's jeans open.

Eddie had worn his nicest pair of briefs but felt embarrassed by the gray condition of the old underwear. If Greg noticed the dingy coloring, the slight tear in the left leg hole, he made no comment.

"Ooh!" Eddie grunted as he felt another man's hand fondle his rock hard dick, his heavy balls through his worn briefs.

"Ready for me, Baby boy?" Greg husked as he slowly peeled the waistband down. "Oh! Oh yes, Baby boy's ready for Daddy."

"Ooh!" Eddie grunted as he felt Greg's hand wrap around his thick cock.

"And you're uncut; I'm in love. But, let's get the first one out of the way," Greg murmured and swallowed Eddie's cockhead.

Eddie froze, for a millisecond, feeling Greg's warm wet mouth encircle the head of his cock. He tensed up as he felt Greg's tongue worm between foreskin and cockhead. A few strokes of Greg's hand was all it took. Eddie let out a strangled scream and spurted a torrent of sperm into Greg's sucking mouth. He actually felt light-headed from the force of the ejaculation.

"Mm, mm," Greg murmured, sitting next to Eddie on the bed.

"Huh?" Greg asked drowsily.

Greg kissed him again. Eddie opened his mouth and Greg fed Eddie some of his own semen. Eddie shivered as Greg toyed with his sensitive nipples while they kissed.

"Now you…" Greg husked, gently but firmly guiding Eddie to kneel on the floor.

"Oh!" Eddie moaned, seeing another man's rock hard cock up close.

"Aw yeah, Baby boy, that, that's it," Greg crooned as Eddie wrapped a shaking hand around Greg's manhood.

Opening his mouth wide, Eddie wrapped his plump lips around Greg's cockhead. He waggled his tongue around Greg's cock, tasting Greg's soap and sweat and excitement as it oozed from Greg's hole. Eddie's nostrils filled with the scent of Greg's manliness as he swallowed more and more of Greg's cock into his willing mouth.

"Oh, oh Baby boy likes cock? Hmm? Baby boy likes Daddy's cock?" Greg murmured, placing his hand on the back of Eddie's head.

"Mm hmm," Eddie eagerly agreed, bobbing his head along the length of Greg's cock.

"Oh, oh here, here it comes, I oh, AUGH! Oh damn, that, that's so good, so good," Greg moaned and began pumping his seed into Eddie's sucking mouth.

"Save, save some for me," Greg panted and groaned as his flood of sperm began to wane.

Reluctantly, Eddie did save a mouthful for Greg. Sitting on the bed again, Eddie and Greg kissed, sharing Greg's sperm. Greg's hand fondled Eddie's chubby chest, then gripped Eddie's resurging cock.

Crawling back onto the bed, the two men hugged, nude bodies pressing together. Greg hungrily sucked on Eddie's tongue, then fucked Eddie's mouth with his own tongue.

"So, ready for round two?" Greg asked.

"I, yeah, yeah, I yeah," Eddie said, feeling his heart hammer in his chest.

Greg positioned Eddie on his hands and knees on the end of the bed. On the television, scene after scene of men pleasuring men, men fucking men, men using other men for their own pleasure played out.

Eddie saw none of the images on the television; all of his attention, his entire focus was on the thick finger pushing into his resisting anus. He grunted and shuddered as he felt Greg's thick greased digit pushing, pushing, thrusting into him.

"Oh, Oh Baby boy, that, that is the prettiest little hole; I am just going to love…" Greg murmured as he worked a second greasy finger into Eddie's rectum.

The mirror next to the television showed Eddie himself on a cheap motel bed, kneeling on the bed while ah handsome man knelt behind him. Eddie could see Greg's cock wobbling and bobbling as Greg fingered Eddie's chubby ass. Eddie watched as Greg now applied a generous coating of lubrication to his rampant cock.

"AUGH!" Eddie grunted as he felt the blunt head of Greg's cock press against his rapidly constricting anus.

"Push, push Baby boy, push like you're trying to poop," Greg urged, one hand resting on Eddie's hip while the other hand gripped his cock.

"AUGH! I, oh, oh God, God!" Eddie cried out as a sharp stab of pain radiated from his anus outward.

"Oh, oh that, that's so good, so good, so good," Greg chanted as the head of his cock popped in past Eddie's struggling sphincter.

"FUCK!" Eddie screamed and shook as his hole was stuffed with another man's cock.

"Fuck, fuck yes, fuck yes, so good," Greg moaned as he slowly, steadily pushed into Eddie's hole.

Eddie could feel Greg's cock pushing into him, rubbing against his rectal walls. He could feel his rectal muscles struggling to push the invader from his bowels as Greg pushed in, pushed in further than any cucumber had ever pushed into him.

"I, oh, God! Aaieegh!" Eddie screamed as his cock erupted, spewing his semen onto the polyester bedspread.

"AARRGH!" Greg bellowed and Eddie felt semen flooding his guts.

Eddie whimpered as he felt Greg slowly pulling his wilting cock from his stretched, raw guts. Looking up into the mirror, Eddie felt a tear trickle down his chubby cheek. It was a tear of joy; he was looking at a boy, a happy nineteen year old boy that had just been fucked.

"Let's take a shower; I need to get cleaned up," Greg whispered and pulled Eddie from the bed.

In the scalding shower, the two men kissed. Then Greg playfully dropped the bar of soap onto the textured floor of the shower. With a giggle, Eddie bent to pick the bar of soap up.

"AUGH!" Eddie groaned as Greg jammed his renewed erection into his willing hole.

"God damn Baby boy, Daddy could really fall in love with you," Greg admitted as he pounded Eddie's jiggling ass with hard strokes.

"Oh! Oh yes, yes, yes!" Eddie sobbed out, heart bursting with happiness.

After their shower, after they actually used the soap to get clean, they had another drink, watching the male-male pornography on the television. Drinks finished, Greg softly kissed Eddie, then turned off the light. Eddie wiggled under the covers and Sighed as Greg spooned up behind him. He sighed again as Greg looped his left arm over Eddie's paunch, pulling Eddie close against his chest.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Baby boy," Greg whispered hotly into Eddie's ear.

The End

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Eddie Trahan is briefly mentioned in 'Bonfire on the Edge of Summer' in the Lesbian Sex category.

Greg is a character in 'Overnight: GM2'

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day. And all of you, Happy Valentine's Day.