Guidance (closed for ericrodman101) [M/M]

[tamgreen]

Toby managed, with effort, to smile around Henry's cock. Being praised for being a "pretty little cock whore", especially by someone with whom he'd had such a rough start. Being praised only turned him on more, just like Charlotte's camera.

Oh, if only she could be here now, snapping dozens of shots as he got a cock in both ends....

All he could do was concentrate on pleasing the two men fucking him, and listen to the grunts of pleasure as they used him. He imagined there was nothing inside him but those two cocks, and that they met somewhere in the middle as they used him for their sweet young fucktoy. A cunt at both ends, just like Dr. Phetmang.

He stroked himself, getting off on being used this way, but still remembering the pleasure of his companions. He squeezed his ass around Miguel's cock to encourage him, and reached back with his free hand to find Henry's ass to play with.

 

[ericrodman101]

Gerry sat in the shed until the sun went behind the trees in the yard next door. He stretched on the lumpy armchair but couldn't get comfortable. Charlotte had been so good about what he'd told her, so understanding. Maybe that was young people. Anything goes. Or a daughter's love? It didn't matter. He should have felt better about himself, but he didn't. Because he should have told Charlotte the whole story. About Toby being raped by the cop. Being gangraped at the school counselors meeting. Being duct taped and raped by the janitor. None of which he did anything to stop and in the case of the meeting in the school principal's office, he'd enabled. What would his loving daughter think of her confused father when she found all this out? And should he tell her before Toby?

"Fuck!" Gerry heard his voice echo inside the shed. He'd agreed to drive Charlotte back to college in the morning and she'd offered to host Toby and Henry for a few days to get to know the place. It was just the sort of orientation the school encouraged, not that Toby would graduate. But Henry would, with high enough grades to pick any school he wanted and not just some local B-grade drama school. And if Toby didn't graduate this year, he might see something to inspire him to study at night or redo his senior year. By any measure it was a good idea.

And yet, Toby and Charlotte would be together. They would talk. And how much did Henry know? "Jesus fucking Christ!" Gerry's words echoed away until he could only hear traffic in the street.
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Henry felt Toby's fingers in his asshole. The smaller boy was squirming and grinding between his friend and Miguel like a seasoned twink whore. Is that what he is, Henry wondered? He'd seen the video of the janitor binding Toby in red duct tape and raping him. Indeed, he had it on a USB and was surprised Toby hadn't insisted on seeing it, if not destroying it. Toby had performed in the woods for Charlotte without hesitation. And once the teen had set eyes on Miguel, to Henry it had seemed inevitable that somehow Toby would get his mouth around Miguel's cock and the two of them might fuck, maybe not all three of them until it happened, although now they were going for it, Henry couldn't quite decide why he hadn't tried to seduce Miguel before.

The Mexican had very little to say and spent most of his time fucking Toby with his eyes closed. Toby's adjustments were obviously as pleasurable to Miguel as they were to Henry who watched the way his mother's pool boy responded to the way Toby was enticing him with his ass movements. It was pretty clear that Miguel might be physically stronger, but little Toby was in charge.

Without warning Miguel withdraw and stood aside, his handsome cock waving in the steam.

"Reverse cowgirl," he said.

Or cowboy, maybe, Henry thought. But he knew what it meant. Henry leaned back, his cock slipping out of Toby's upturned mouth with a pop.

"Miguel wants to lie on the bench and have you sit down on his cock facing away so he fuck you bouncing up and down. Yeah?"

 

[tamgreen]

While Gerry brooded in his dark shed, cursing the universe, Toby was happily being dicked at both ends. Curses only tumbled out of him when those dicks pulled out of him, and he suddenly felt empty.

He looked up gratefully at Henry as the boy explained what Miguel was asking of him. He nodded eagerly, rolling over so he could stand up, grunting at the ache in his ass as he shifted.

"You're a hell of a wingman," he whispered to Henry before taking the opportunity to kiss him hard and deep, plunging his tongue into the taller boy's mouth while the pool boy settled on his back.

When Miguel was ready, Toby turned to climb carefully astride him. He searched for the right position for his legs and arms, and mostly held himself upright while he squatted over the long, brown cock and slowly lowered himself down onto it.

"You have such a nice cock," he sighed. "You both have such nice cocks. Fuck!"

As Miguel thrust upward, Toby found it hard to keep his balance and ended up quickly leaning back, immediately placing his hands down on the bench on either side of Miguel to keep himself from falling fully onto the man. The way the Mexican man's cock punched up into him in that position made him swear again, his mouth falling open with the awe of pleasure as he got used to the position.

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry enjoyed manipulating Toby according to Miguel’s instructions. It still surprised him that Miguel had come onto them both in the sauna. After all, he was Mommy’s fucktoy and Henry hadn’t suspected the muscular Mexican with the penchant for micro swimwear was gay, or even bi. But why not? Henry made a mental note to think on it some more.

Toby, of course, seemed happy simply to fuck and be fucked. It was a welcome change from the moody Toby Henry had seen so much of. And the one-man Toby which Henry feared from all the Gerry talk, his new friend might just be.

‘Fucking is fun, relationships are hard ’ was Henry’s motto and he wanted it printed on a Tshirt. Maybe that was a project for the weekend at college.

When Toby kissed Henry amidst his repositioning to sit on Miguel’s cock, Henry kissed back. Kissing, after all, was nearly as good as fucking, especially when you did with a face full of fuck juice. And wingman was nice too.

Henry tried to help Toby balance as he sat astride Miguel, but the little guy was so keen he overbalanced, putting his hands down on the bench to stay upright. Henry watched Toby lean back, Miguel’s cock deep inside him and then slowly withdraw until the teen seemed to float over the chest of the man, legs apart, eyes wide, the long, thick swarthy cock seeming to puncture his ass like a pipe in a socket. Henry held Toby’s hand as the kid gasped.

”Lick my cock.”

The direction was almost disembodied in the steam, but it was clearly Miguel issuing another brief instruction.

“Lick my cock, Henry, where it fits into the boy’s ass.”

Henry smiled and looked down at Toby’s stretched asshole, the monster cock pistoning in and out, and the slick of body lotion and ass juice bubbling along the shaft. Jesus, he thought. Messy. Fucking messy. And no doubt fucking disgusting. But why not? Henry knelt down at the end of the bench in the space between the four splayed legs, leaned forward, puckered his lips then stuck out his tongue and with the very tip, applied it to where Toby’s and Miguel’s skin met in a fetid swamp of glistening fluids.

 

[tamgreen]

"Christ!" Toby groaned between gasps and grunts, feeling Miguel's cock all the way through him. Miguel was athletic and young enough to give a lover a hell of a fucking, and Toby reminded himself over and over how great this was and how much he didn't need Gerry. Gerry and his sad old grandpa dick. Fucking Gerry.

Granted, the guy had helped him learn that he actually had something going for him, but Toby didn't need to be grateful for that. It was hard to believe, in retrospect, that the man ever helped him on purpose. If anything, the old man's pleasure might have mainly derived from the idea of corrupting a virgin, or that Toby and his sweet little boy ass could be his personal property.

Stop thinking about Gerry!

The boy threw himself fully into the present, focusing all of his attention on the Mexican cock driving up into him so effectively, until Henry's mouth joined in the fray, giving him something additional to enjoy.

"Oh fuck, oh jesus, yes Henry, fucking eat it up - eat up all that fuck juice. Lick his cock and lick my ass, you fucking magnificent pervert! FUCK, I'm gonna cum so hard...."

 

[ericrodman101]

‘Magnificent pervert’ Toby called me, Henry mused. Another one for a Tshirt perhaps. But Henry was fully engaged attending to Miguel’s cock and Toby’s ass, and specifically the delicious interface between the two. If he really strained he could get the tip of his tongue right into the angle between the cock and the ass rim, which bubbled with an earthy mix of lube and ass juice. It wasn’t the first time Henry had done ass to mouth, although the sheer disgusting and debauched reality of what he was doing with the same parts of his body with which he ate, smiled and kissed always made it feel like the first time.

It helped that Henry couldn’t see Miguel’s face. Somehow he imagined that looking into his mother’s fuckbuddy’s face after he’d licked his cock, and especially after he’d licked it as it penetrated his friend’s ass, was one of those moments that might not be hard, technically or emotionally, but would forever bring back memories, if not for himself then for Miguel. Maybe it was out of concern for his mother. Henry wasn’t sure, except that it seemed just a little more proper to have his faced filled with memories of ass and cock, figuratively and visually, than with whatever expression Miguel was making on his face as they fucked.

And it was very earthy. Ass juices and lube coated his tongue, sloshed round the inside of his mouth, ran across his lips, into his nostrils, down his chin. Henry raised his head just a little, trying to glimpse Toby who lay back on Miguel’s chest, wanting so much to see his friend’s reaction to how he must look, as the prelude to their inevitable kiss. But he couldn’t make eye contact. He would need to decide when to disengage. When he’d have enough and was ready to move on and join Toby in the sordid activity.

 

[tamgreen]

The intensity with which Henry was gobbling up the mess his fuck was producing drove Toby wild. How could they have come so quickly to this from where they started out? Toby had been wanting to claw the other boy's eyes out, and now he was moaning and cursing in ecstasy as the other boy slobbered all over his ass and over the cock that was pumping steadily up into him.

He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer - not with the dwindling strength in his arms, or the cum that was threatening to burst out of him at any moment. He was going to climax, or collapse on top of Miguel's sweat-slick body, or both.

"I'm so close," he grunted. "Henry, please... fuck, Henry, touch my cock!"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Touch my cock," Toby said.

Henry was ready too. His face and mouth and tongue were slick with fuck fluids. He wanted to puke and he wanted to suck, ingest whatever he could, drown himself in sex, in fucking, in the wanton debauchery of what they were doing to each other. No matter how deep he went, there was always another level, a deeper depth, almost as if you could turn yourself inside out or go inside, and fuck until you were conscious of nothing else.

The taller boy lifted his face from where Miguel's cock was sliding into Toby's ass, the muck on his face draining and dripping to his chin. Toby's cock, hard and red, was immediately before his eyes. Henry opened his mouth and latched on, sucking his friend in deep until he ran out of breath, then let go, gasping before sucking again. He could feel Toby bouncing and bucking, ready to cum. He lifted his mouth off the swollen cock head a second time.

"Come inside me, Toby," Henry said. "In my mouth."

 

[tamgreen]

Toby looked down just in time to see how slick and messy the lower half of Henry's face was from what he'd just been doing. He groaned as that filthy mouth devoured his cock and now he was trapped between the two of them, his hips bucking up and down, impaling himself on Miguel in one movement, and fucking Henry's mouth with the next.

Henry didn't have to ask again. He'd had to hold back his orgasm in the interest of enjoying the hasty, messy blowjob, and now, he just let loose, bellowing out curses and nonsense as his cum filled up Henry's mouth and his ass muscles clamped down on Miguel.

"Fuck fuck fuck - Miguel, c'mon, fill me up, cum in me Miguel, breed my fucking boy cunt!"

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry held on tight as Toby came in his mouth and bounced on Miguel's cock. It was hard enough staying attached, let alone to decipher what Toby was saying. The sweet cum pulsed into the back of Henry's throat, spurt after spurt, Toby's cock convulsing with the energy of a delayed discharge. Henry shut his eyes to focus completely on the task, not just to make sure he caught all of Toby's seed, but to savor the moment, enjoy the congress of mouth and cock, slow things down in his head before the pleasure he felt was in the past.

Toby was calling out to Miguel. Yelling at the man to cum inside him, to 'breed his boy cunt'. Boy cunt. Henry let the words ring round his head. Was he a boy cunt too? He hoped so. He wanted to be desired, to be lusted after, to be sought out and fucked by men. Like Toby and Miguel. And Gerry and Gabriel? Yeah. He decided with his mouth full of semen and spit and lube and fluid, there and then, he didn't have a type, just so long as the man he was with, the men, had hard cocks and no inhibitions and wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him. Henry's own cock was hard now, bouncing between his legs as he milked Toby's cock of the last drops of cum.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby was losing his balance now that Henry had taken all of his cum, and he was coming down from the initial high of his climax. He leaned to one side, trying to keep Miguel's cock inside him, and grabbed hold of Henry, wanting what was in and around his mouth. He steadied himself by gripping Henry's shoulders and raised his face to the boy.

"Gimme!" he demanded. "Spit in my mouth!"

Henry didn't hesitate long - a gooey wad of his own cum mixed with saliva and ass juice struck Toby, splattering over his lips and tongue and drooling down his chin. He savored a bit of the disgusting, delicious mess and spat a little back at Henry before the two came together like barbarians into battle, tongues first, clashing and wrestling and swapping sex juice back and forth between their filthy mouths.

Miguel pushed himself into a sitting position, still with Toby speared on his cock. He looked over the boy's shoulder to see what the two friends were up to.

"So fucking dirty, little faggots," the Mexican man muttered, sounding somewhere between repulsed and aroused - an interesting venn diagram these two feelings made.

"Dirty little teen faggots. Little cumsucking homo boys. You like messy face? Get down on your knees, both of you."

Toby found himself pushed off Miguel's lap and groaned at the sensation of the long, thick cock pulling out all at once. But he didn't argue - he and Henry knelt before the pool guy, eager and obedient, mouths open, like a pair of altar boys ready to receive their holy communion.

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry kissed Toby hard, the goo on his face and in his mouth sloshing onto his friend. Almost before he was ready, Miguel wanted to sit up. The Mexican's face appeared over Toby's shoulder as a string of insults poured forth. Faggots! Dirty little teen faggots! Henry was more surprised than shocked. He didn't shock very easily, but Miguel was calling them dirty little teen faggots and the guy's cock was still in Toby's ass. Sheesh!

He watched Toby climb off Miguel's cock and the two boys knelt on the floor as Miguel directed. Miguel stood and grunted, holding his cock in his hand. Henry put an arm around Toby's shoulder and pulled him close.

"Hey, you dirty little teen faggot," Henry said. But before Toby could reply, Miguel was cumming on their upturned faces. The big man's cock pulsed and spurted as he waved it across them, from one boy to the other, liberally coating their eyes and noses with his seed, blending with the muck they already sported on their skin. It was a heavy load, thick and creamy, and lots to go round. Henry blinked to try to keep his eyes clear, but the sticky goo stung. He pushed his cheek hard against Toby, feeling the cum squelch between them. Miguel grasped himself hard to milk the last drops onto the boys. 'I like messy face,' Henry thought.

 

[tamgreen]

Toby only had time to smile at Henry's words, his arm wrapping around his new friend's waist in return, before Miguel's cum started to rain down on them. He had the good sense to close his eyes and opened his mouth to catch his reward. His hand slid down further to fondle Henry's ass as they both caught every drop they could before turning to face each other and licking each other's mouths like a couple of dogs.

They didn't have much chance to go at each other as Miguel's half-softened, cum-slick cock bumped against their joined mouths, and once again the two boys found themselves sharing the task of devouring the thick, Mexican cock, cleaning him of every trace of cum.

Toby raised his eyes to see how the man was doing. Miguel's eyes were closed at first, letting him focus on the sensations, but soon he opened them, meeting Toby's gaze. The man still looked like he was vacillating between grossed out and aroused by the situation.

"That's right - clean up the mess," he encouraged. "You can't get enough, yeah? You want more mess? You want more mess, you nasty little cocksuckers?"

Toby's heart skipped a beat. If he meant what Toby suspected he meant, they were in for a treat. At least, he was in for a treat - it might be a little much for Henry, depending on what Henry was into. He had to trust that the other boy would remove himself if he needed to. He didn't want to wait.

"Yeah!" Toby huffed, slapping his own chest to indicate a target. "Give it to me, you sexy fuck."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry clung to Toby, kneeling in the steam on the floor of the sauna, arms around each other. Miguel stood over them, feeding his cock into their mouths as they licked and sucked furiously. Henry was keen to cum himself. With his free hand, he stoked himself. His cock was hard and swollen, his balls bursting to cum. He didn't want to waste his seed on the floor, but for now his options were limited by their delicious predicament.

"You want more?"

More? What the fuck did Miguel mean by 'more', having already drained his cum into their mouths and onto their faces? But when Henry looked into Miguel's sneering face, it was Toby the Mexican was staring down at, Toby he was engaging with, Toby to whom he was offering more. More mess...

And then, after a long redolent pause, Toby replied, slapping his chest as if he understood something about Miguel's question which Henry was missing.

"Give it to me, you sexy fuck," Toby said boldly, as if they were on the same wavelength. Henry started to imagine that somehow Toby and Miguel knew each other, had a past together, had shared something. Or maybe they were just kindred spirits.

But Henry didn't have long to think about what he was observing and listening to. Miguel grabbed his deflating cock firmly and pointed it first at Toby's chest where the boy had slapped, releasing a stream of bright yellow piss. And then, after the initial rush, Miguel pointed his cock into Toby's face, directing the piss straight into the teen's mouth. The piss gurgled and bubbled, splashing onto Henry, running down Toby's chin and pooling on the floor around their knees.

"You want some too, faggot?" Miguel asked, turning his gaze to Henry.

Before Henry could reply, his mother's Mexican boyfriend trained his cock at Henry's mouth, but unlike Toby, the taller boy kept his lips shut tight. Piss in his mouth? What the fuck? The acrid liquid sloshed over his nose and eyes, also shut tight, splashing into his hair, onto his shoulders, coursing down his naked body. Miguel's aim was precise and the stream unrelenting. Henry needed to take a breath, but tried as hard as possible to keep his mouth closed, and his nostrils open, breathing out, fighting the urge for air as the piss covered him and Toby.

Miguel turned his cock to and fro, painting both boys with piss, for what seemed like forever, but must only have been a few seconds. And when he was done, Miguel stood still, cock still enfolded in his hand, the piss slit winking at them mockingly as he shook off the last drops.

"You two sick little faggots sure are messy now," he said. "And you still gotta clean the piss off my tool with your dirty mouths."

 

[tamgreen]

Toby could pay attention to nothing else but the hot spray across his naked flesh and the acrid, salty taste filling his mouth. He even started stroking himself back to hardness as Miguel continued to hose down him and Henry with his piss.

Only when Miguel stopped and demanded to be cleaned off did Toby quickly glance aside to see how Henry was doing. The boy looked overwhelmed, almost horrified, shell shocked. Too much for him? Here he'd been thinking Henry was the expert, experienced slut... but maybe including piss in sex was just something that seemed normal to Toby because he'd done it with Gerry and carried it forward to everything he'd experienced since? Was it actually something other people would consider unsexy?

He didn't need to care about that, he supposed, but he did care if Henry felt legitimately violated by the experience. There was no taking back Miguel's load of piss, but Toby could at least save him the rest of it.

"I got this," he declared hoarsely and pushed himself out ahead of Henry to slather his tongue all over Miguel until not a trace of that salty taste remained, and immediately the man pushed at his forehead to remove him.

"Disgusting," declared Miguel as a final word before stalking off to, no doubt, shower.

Toby paid him no mind if he didn't care to stick around - he was more excited about Henry anyway. About that cock that hadn't yet been satisfied. He prostrated himself to get crotch level with the other boy and hesitated not a moment before engulfing Henry's throbbing organ in the warmth of his mouth, tasting the tang of Miguel's piss remaining on it.

 

[ericrodman101]

Piss was too much for Henry, but he enjoyed watching his little friend cleaning Miguel up, all the same. Miguel stood and let Toby suck his cock dry, barked the word 'disgusting' and walked out of the sauna. Henry needed to wash his face badly. And the rest of his body, the drying piss already smelling like he'd wet himself. But more than a wash, he needed to satisfy his urge to cum. His cock and balls were bursting and despite his hand gripping his cock tightly, his orgasm was imminent.

And Toby knew. Little Toby, whom Henry regarded as a babe in the woods, the newbie, but who'd already shown Henry up as a piss novice. What else did Toby know that Henry didn't? Fuck, it was going to be fun finding out.

Without a word, Henry watched Toby lie on the floor and raise his mouth to Henry's cock. He merely had to insert himself between Toby's piss-sodden lips and thrust, to satisfy himself, which he did immediately, flooding Toby's mouth with his seed. Nice as it might have been to take longer, there was no denying Henry once Toby had enfolded his cock. He spurted and spat semen between Toby's lips, draining himself dry, his hands aside of Toby's head to keep the boy firmly attached.

"Hey Tobes," he said as the last of his orgasm faded away, the smaller boy still held firmly in place. "Are you hard again, or do you want to swim and wash this fuck juice off?"

 

[tamgreen]

Toby greedily licked up every bit of Henry's cum, enjoying the difference between his and any other he'd tasted. He finally pulled off, panting, and turned his eyes up to find Henry's as the other boy continued to hold him there.

"Mmm... both?" he decided, chuckling. "Getting pissed on always makes me hard for some reason. But it feels gross once it dries. We don't wanna get it in the pool, do we? Even with all the chemicals? Could we like... shower or something, and then go in the pool?"

He smiled, realizing how much he was enjoying having what felt like a peer, for once in his life. A peer, if not a friend.

"You taste real good, by the way. Better than Gerry, at least. I guess you know how he tastes. You suck Miguel off often? I thought it'd be weird, with him... yunno... doing your mom."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Yeah," Henry sighed, still holding Toby's head. He enjoyed the feeling of dominance with the little guy pinned like this on the floor between his hands. "My Mom. How weird is that?"

He let Toby go and stepped towards the door.

"I mean, I don't think I've ever said two words to Miguel. It's not like he's the first guy Mommy's brought home. But he's the first one I've fucked. Sort of. He looks fucking great, but all that faggot stuff? Maybe he doesn't know he's bisexual. Or doesn't want to know."

Henry looked back and beckoned Toby to follow.

"But he likes you though. Didn't make any attempt to get his cock inside my ass. And the pissing. That was all about you, Toby. Your face and his cock."

Henry smiled as he turned and walked through the wardrobe, and opened the second door to the pool. Martha was standing there with a mop and bucket.

"Are you done in the sauna, Mr Henry? Miguel said you boys had made a mess."

Henry laughed. "Sorry Martha. Maybe a little. We're gonna swim now for a bit."

Toby stood alongside him, the two teens completely naked. Too late to cover up for Martha, Henry thought, watching the maid close the wardrobe door behind her. Although it would be nice to see how Toby looked in the yellow speedo. We'll take swimsuits with us to college, he decided to himself.

"Let's wash this slime off."

 

[tamgreen]

Toby went beet red when they came across Martha, both of them still naked and no doubt reeking, and the poor woman was here to clean up after them...! He almost insisted that the mess was actually Miguel's, but he wasn't sure that would improve the situation. He just followed Henry's lead and kept moving.

"I can't believe you live like this," Toby laughed once they were in the pool together. He'd stepped in carefully, making sure to enter where it was shallow enough for his feet to reach the bottom, and even then didn't seem to want to venture far from the edge. He hadn't had the opportunity to swim since he was a little kid, and he didn't want to be overconfident in remembering how.

"Someone to cook for you, and clean up after your fucks, like it's totally normal? Wild, man. I had to scrub my own cum out of Gerry's living room carpet. And he had to, uh... wash a lot of sheets and towels..."

He rolled his eyes, mostly at himself for having brought up Gerry when he'd wanted to forget about the old guy, even just for a couple of hours. Pushing his thoughts away from the man, he found them settling on other men he'd been with recently, and a cold chill shivered up his spine when he thought of one in particular.

"Hey... Henry... could I ask you something? A favor, maybe? Um... you film things, and you... fuck the janitor. I know he filmed me yesterday when he taped me up and fucked me. It freaks me out a bit knowing that video exists. Do you think you could get rid of it for me?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry watched as Toby entered the pool, eyeing the tight ass which Toby clenched attractively as he walked down the steps. The kid was tentative, maybe self-conscious. Perhaps he wasn't used to swimming, or maybe didn't swim at all. Summer in San Diego would fix that, Henry mused.

"Living like this? Yeah, no complaints, I guess," Henry said. "I mean, it's not like my dad's around much and Mommy is...well...plastered a lot of the time."

He dived under the water and swam to the far end of the pool.

"Fucking the janitor?" Henry stuck his head up as Toby asked about the video. "Do you want to watch it first? I mean, it's pretty hot. You look like pornstars doing...you know, a simulated rape. Red duct tape. Shit, Toby. Maybe we could do it with red duct tape sometime. You can do me if you want."

Henry swam back under the water to where Toby was standing at the shallow end. He stroked right up alongside his new fuckbuddy, then pushed himself up slowly, running a finger up Toby's body from the tip of his cock bobbing in his wake to his friend's chin.

"You can do me in red duct tape if you want," Henry said softly, his face an inch or two from Toby's. "You can film it too, if you want. There's this website....where guys post videos they've made. It pays and everything. Audition tapes, solos, twosomes, threesomes, moresomes, kink, whatever. We could even post you and the janitor if you want. It's really hot, Toby. Really fucking hot. I'll play it for you on the big screen in the audio room and then you can decide. And be prepared for me jerking off while I'm watching you and that guy. His fucking tattoos....wow!"

Henry placed his hand on Toby's shoulder.

"There's lots of stuff on the USB. You see, it's not the janitor's tape. Not his camera."

He looked sheepish as Toby peered into his eyes.

"You see, it's mine. My camera. I film the janitor fucking guys in the store room. Like I filmed me fucking the chaplain. I've got guys from school fucking on film you wouldn't believe. Teachers, jocks, nerds, even dads. Guys you think are so straight... It's...well, sorta like what I might focus on at drama school. Film and TV production. I'm really good at it and this is just one fixed camera."

Henry gave Toby a peck on the mouth.

"We're clean now so let's hop out, grab some of Martha's lobster and watch a little homemade porn, yeah?"

 

[tamgreen]

Toby bristled as Henry talked about how hot his recording with the janitor was. To him, it wasn't porn at all, and that red duct tape hadn't been sexy from his standpoint. Maybe to someone watching, but he'd been the one struggling, being fucked while he was already in pain. Being fucked as a sacrifice to get the janitor's cooperation in cleaning up after the spontaneous orgy in the principal's office.

He lowered his eyes, trying not to be mad. Henry didn't know, not really. And Henry was being... sexy. Tempting, even. If he put aside the less pleasant memories, he could see the appeal in what Henry was saying. Homemade porn, lots of guys in the videos fucking at school...

Henry kissed him softly and he finally looked up, feeling conflicted. In truth, he wasn't sure how to feel about what happened between him and the janitor. Technically, he'd agreed to it. But he sure hadn't agreed to the tape or the camera. He grabbed Henry's hand before he could step out of the pool.

"I don't think I want to watch it," he whispered. "Henry... do you think I was pretending not to like it? I'd already been fucked raw, so raw. Yeah, he's hot, but it wasn't exactly fun. And I didn't want to be on video. Maybe sometime we can make videos, and put them online, but not that. Please? If you want to watch it, watch it, but I can't. And please, would you delete it afterward? I don't want anyone else to see it."

 

[ericrodman101]

For a moment or two Henry wasn’t quite sure how Toby was playing things. The smaller boy had lowered his eyes rather than immediately engage with what Henry proposed. But was it contemplation or presaging an even more salacious suggestion? And then there was the kiss, soft and delightfully stolen, as if they were timid lovers meeting in a twilight garden somewhere and not grappling naked in a floodlit swimming pool.

Toby didn’t want to watch the tape. His tape. His starring role. Oh god, the red duct tape, Henry thought, almost not hearing what Toby said next.

”Do you think I was pretending not to like it?”

Henry was startled. Not liking something so sexy and with the tattooed janitor, all muscle and mouth and a taste for younger men. And that cock, nearly as thick and strong as a forearm. But no, Toby wasn’t kidding. Wasn’t leading him down a blind alley only to slap his arm and laugh about the joke. He really didn’t like it.

Toby didn’t want to be on the video. Henry’s video filmed on Henry’s camera. And now Henry had revealed his darkest secret. That he filmed the janitor fucking people in the store room. And if Toby thought this through, he’d work out that the janitor was in on it. That Henry convinced the janitor to work on particular students and staff, and lure them to the store room. For Henry’s edification. Jesus!

”OK,” Henry said, wanting to please Toby and move on, although where exactly now that the video viewing was out of the question, he wasn’t sure. “So….I will delete your video…OK? And…..you don’t want to watch any of my videos?”

 

[tamgreen]

Toby smiled tentatively when he agreed. He wasn't sure he could trust Henry to keep his word on anything, but so far today, the boy had redeemed himself a lot in Toby's eyes. He could give his new friend a chance not to betray him, but he'd learned enough from Gerry not to put all his eggs in one basket.

"Thank you, Henry. I just... don't want to remember that one part, and I don't want anyone else seeing it."

He leaned in to offer the boy a small kiss, the same kind Henry had just given him. Kissing was fun - he didn't feel about Henry the way he had about Gerry, but he supposed he could understand the other boy's philosophy about doing whatever was fun and not bothering with bullshit. Maybe things between them had a chance of being fun without being complicated, and if they went into it without the prospect of an actual relationship, there wasn't much to lose if things went wrong.

"Don't be disappointed. I'll watch your other videos. I bet they're really hot. And you can even film me sometime if you want. I just... want to be in on it, yunno?"

He took the towel Henry handed him and the two boys dried off before getting their clothes back on. Toby wondered how long they'd actually stay on.

 

[ericrodman101]

“You can film me,” Henry heard Toby say, and something else, but that was enough. Henry towelled himself and dressed, the idea of filming Toby again humming away in his head.

Martha had laid out lobster and salad for them in the breakfast room.

“Mommy and Miguel will be eating in her suite upstairs,“ Henry said. “I like lobster, but you can have it too much. Sometimes I like a burger and fries like I have in San Diego with Daddy and Jay. There’s a great burger place on every corner. Not just McDonalds and Burger King. I mean proper burger restaurants. You can swim and eat still in your speedos and watch guys parading up and down in next to nothing. It’s like….paradise.”

There was imported Danish ice cream afterwards. The usual choice of flavors.

“We can watch videos in the audio room, or we can watch in my room too,” Henry said. “I’ve got a big screen. I don’t enjoy watching porn on my phone or the laptop anymore. It’s gotta be lifesize or bigger.”

He held his hands out wide and laughed, before beckoning Toby to follow him upstairs.

”Mommy’s suite is that way,” he said pointing down a hall at the top of the stairs. He turned left and opened a door into a large airy room which contained a massive bed clad in a white duvet, a long desk with two computers screens, and floor to ceiling windows opposite which looked down the long yard to the wood. And overlooking the bed was a camera on a tripod. Henry picked up a remote control and curtains descended down the glass wall with a faint whirring sound. Then a panel slid back disclosing a large flat TV set in the wall.

”Just the one bed in here,” Henry said. “It’s plenty big enough….unless you want a guest room.”

 

[tamgreen]

Toby was once more flabbergasted by what life was like at the Merton house. Not just lobster for dinner, but Henry mildly complaining about having lobster "too much". And Toby clearly didn't know what constituted a "proper burger", if not McDonalds. That was his only burger experience. And he'd certainly never experienced lobster before today. It was weird, but not unpleasant.

"Jesus Christ, Henry," Toby snickered. "A little while ago, Gerry took me to a steakhouse, and I thought that was fancy rich people food. Clearly I had no idea."

Growing up with food scarcity instilled habits he might never break, and Toby took advantage, having seconds and even thirds of the fancy foreign ice cream before Henry got him to come up to his room.

When he saw the size of Henry's room and how it was furnished, Toby wanted to go back to hating the boy again. It was hard not to be bitter at the contrast between the rank little drug den he'd had to struggle for existence in, and this absurdly extravagant luxury.

"Man... life's a bitch," he hissed, turning in a slow circle to survey the room, especially as the curtains went down and the TV appeared from out of nowhere. "I guess there's no point in being mad - this is because of your parents, not you. But... shit, man. This is insane."

He stepped slowly over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, bouncing a little. It felt firm but very comfortable. A great bed for fucking. He glanced at the camera on the tripod, smirking. How many 'home movies' had Henry made?

"I don't need no guest room. I'd like to sleep here, with you. Show me some of your best videos. I'm curious to see more of the chaplain. He acted so fucking pious... up until he had a chance to fuck me. And I wanna get your take on him. Is all the guilt and struggle and holiness just an act, or do we just keep tempting him when he really wants to be good?"