Gus
By: Oliver Meadows
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My name is Gus.  Actually it’s Angus Horatio Mayfair, but you’ll be well advised to call me Gus.  There is only one person who can get away with calling me by my full name.  You’ll learn about him later.

I was living with Grandma and Pop, but that ended when Pop caught me plowing one of the farmhands behind the barn.  Hey, what was I, a 17 year old with raging hormones, to do?  He kept bending over and shaking his butt at me.  A full, round butt, just begging to be fucked!  Pop told me to plow the field, and let me tell you, that field was ripe for plowing!

Anyway, Grandma and Pop let me stay there until my 18th birthday, and then I was on my own.  I had my savings, which wasn’t much, that got me a room for a couple weeks.  I got a job at a fast food restaurant, but that didn’t last long.  I was actually expected to be nice to idiots!  I tried.  I really did!  When the idiot said I should be plowing fields, I bent him over the table and proceeded to plow his field.  Man did he scream and holler!

The boss yanked me off him and escorted me out the door, with my pecker sticking out.  The fucker didn’t even let me get my nut!  Turned out the guy I was plowing was his brother.  Hey!  How was I to know?  Now I was really pissed, cause Boss man didn’t pay me for the hour I worked!  Yea, I lasted a whole fuckin hour!  Good thing the drinking age was 18 where I lived.  I went to the local watering hole and proceeded to get soused.

I kept trying to get a job, but word spreads fast in small towns.  No one was hiring, at least not me.  So, when the paid rent ran out, so did I.  I went to a larger town; it wasn’t the city, but bigger than where I was.  I again rented a room, but this time, only for a week.  I managed to get work as a day laborer.  It wasn’t the best, but I got paid at the end of each day, and it was in cash!

There was also a gay bar there, so I was able to score some bodacious butt.  At first, I only went out on the weekend, saving most of my money for food and rent.  It wasn’t long before I was drinking instead of eating, or saving for rent.  I stopped showing up for the laborer job, so ran out of money.  I started panhandling and sleeping in the park.

I would sneak into the YMCA to shower and wash my hair.  There was no need to stink, and I hate being dirty.  I would sneak into a club called The Pony, and watch the guys dance.  Plus, some of the guys would buy me drinks.  I knew what they wanted, I’m not stupid, and sometimes they’d get it.  Not to brag, but I’ve got a nice sized cock, and I know how to use it!  Some of them wanted my ass but, no way Jose’!

Anyway, I needed money.  I heard about Palace Avenue, where guys would pay to suck your dick.  Who knew places like that actually existed?  Obviously, some did, ‘cause they told me.  All I had to do is stand there, and cars would drive up, the window would come down, and the dude would ask how much.  It didn’t take me long to figure things out.  I got four blowjobs and made $40.  Not bad for an hour, just for getting my cock sucked.  And what did I do after that?  Yup!  You guessed it!  Went straight to the bar and had me some drinks.

I did this for about a week, then discovered I could get even more money if I fucked them.  Woo-wee!  I was in pig heaven.  A few blowjobs, a few fucks, and lots of alcohol!

Then one night, a car pulled up and the window went down.  I couldn’t see the driver, as he kept his head turned away.  I started to walk away when he said, “Gus?’

Now, no one knew my name.  Not my real one, anyway.  I went over to the car, and this time he turned his head towards me.

“Tommy?  What the fuck are you doing here?”

“You weren’t easy to find, Gus.  Your grandpa told me to find you.  It’s your grandma.  She isn’t doing too good.  She’s dying, Gus, and she’s askin’ for you.” 

“Aw shit, Tommy.  Ain’t nothin I can do.”

“See what she wants, Gus.  Get in, I’m taking you home.”

“Home?  That ain’t my home, Tommy.  Not any more.  They kicked me out.  You know that!”

“Come on, Gus.  You’re bigger than that.  Just see what she wants.  You don’t have to stay there.  You can stay with me, if ya want.”

“Fuck!  Alright, Tommy, but buy me a couple six packs to drink on the way.”

“Already done, Gus.  They’re in the cooler in the back.  Don’t get drunk, Gus.  You gotta keep your wits about ya.  Your uncles are there.”

“Fuckin son-of-a-bitch!  Alright, Tommy.  It’ll be late when we get there, so I’ll spend the night with you, and see Grandma in the morning.  If that’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine with me, Gus.  That’s more than fine.  You know I only have the one bedroom, so...”

“I was hoping, Tommy.”

After a couple of beers, I say:  “You know, Tommy, you are one fine fuck.  I hope you have someone keeping you happy.”

“You know”, said Tommy.  “I thought I was going to be teaching you.  But turns out you taught me!  Where did you learn to fuck like that, Gus?”

“I’ve been fucking butt since I was 13, Tommy.  You’d be surprised how easy it’s been to persuade a guy to bend over.  I just got caught with you.  A pity, too.  I wouldn’t have had to go far for a fuck.  I knew you liked it Tommy, by the way you were squealing.  You ain’t never had anyone hit your prostate before, did ya?”

“Is that what you were doing, Gus?  It hadn’t happened before you, and it ain’t happened since.”

“We’ll take care of that tonight, Tommy.  Maybe a couple times.  You up for it, buddy?”

“I’m up for it.  I’m more than up for it.  How long you staying for, Gus?”

“Don’t rightfully know, Tom.  Depends how it goes when I see Grandma.  Mind if I stay with you?  Don’t especially want to stay at the house.”

“I guess I can put up with you for a few days.  It’ll be a burden, but I’ll do it!”

“I don’t want to be a burden, Tommy.  Guess I’ll see what Johnny Mac’s up to.  Perhaps he’ll let me stay with him”

“Don’t you dare, you piece of shit.  Johnny Mac is fun, though.  We could do a threesome, but you’re staying with me!”

“Okay, Tom.  If you insist.   We’re almost there, Tom.  Want a beer now?”

“Sure, Gus.  Why don’t you drive the rest of the way, if you don’t mind?  I wanna prime the pump,”

“Not at all!  I’ll remove my pants before I get behind the wheel, Tommy.  Make it easy for ya.”

Well, he definitely primed the pump and when we got to his house, I had him squealing for the next couple of hours.  In the morning, Tommy left for the fields, and I made the trip to the farm. 

When I got there, Pop and my uncles greeted me.  I said “hey” to Pop and asked if I could see Grandma.

“Not quite yet, Gus.  Your uncles want a word with you.”

“I have nothing to say to them, Pop.  The only time they ever came here was with their hands out, asking for a “loan” that they never paid back.  But that’s between you and them.  Never did they do anything to help out, and never did any of their kids.”

“Well, we have plenty to say to you, Gus, and you’re going to stand there and listen”, Uncle Amos informed me.

Man, I was pissed.  Pop gave me a look that said I would let them have their say.  I took a big breath, and let it out.

“Okay, Pop, I’ll do what you say.  But I warn you”, I said, while glaring at my uncles, “I know a lot of things about them and their families that you don’t know about.  And now seems to be the time to clue you in.  So, let’s have it boys.  Who wants to go first?”

Amos: “ I’m speaking for all of us, fag boy.  We don’t cotton having a faggot bearing the Mayfair name.  The boys are getting into fights all the time, and they’ve lost friends.  Just because of you.  You have sullied the Mayfair name!”

“I see”, I said.  “Are you done, Amos?  Anyone else want to add their two cents?”  No one said a word, and Amos just nodded. 

“I want an answer, Amos.  Out loud, so everyone here can hear.  Not just a nod of the head.  Are you sure?  And if you refer to me as “that faggot” again, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

Amos:  “I understand.  Do your best, Angus.  You don’t know shit!”

I looked each of them in the eye, and with a smile, I began:

“Amos!   Let’s talk about that hankering you have for underage girls.  How you like to diddle them.  Oh, you don’t actually fuck them, not with that excuse of a thing you call a dick.  You’re not one of those nasty pedophiles.  I’d get rid of the photos if I were you.  And, Amos, tell Pop why Becky was sent to live with your wife’s sister.  What did she have, anyway?  Boy or girl?” 

“Bart!  Tell us again about how popular Ned is, now that he’s on the football team.  Did you know he’s also on the basketball team, the track team, and the wrestling team?  Yep!  He spends a lot of time on his knees.  So much time, that they gave him kneepads.  That they call him ‘CB’ for cock breath?”

“Quint!  Tell us about Lucy.  The slut of the county.  She’s done been fucked by all the boys in town.  Her specialty is giving the young ones their first ride.  Actually, she’s just like her mamma was.  Her momma fucked all the boys too!  And when she found herself knocked up, she picked the one she thought was the richest.  Unfortunately for you, Quint, she thought that was you.  And hey, maybe Lucy actually is your kid.”

“I’m an embarrassment?  I’ve sullied the Mayfair name?  Compared to y’all, I’m a saint.  You can call me Saint Gus.  Now, if no one else has something to say, I’m going to see Grandma.”

I go into the house and into the living room.  Grandma is lying on the sofa, watching T.V.  I knelt down next to the sofa, and took her hand.

“Hi, Grandma.  It’s Gus!”

“Angus!  They found you!  I told Pop I had to see you before I died.  Told me he didn’t know where you were.  I told him to have Tommy find you.  Tommy’s sweet on you boy.  You know that?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.  But how did you know?”

“Your grandma knows a lot, Angus.  Like I knew you liked boys a while ago.  Just didn’t say.   Was no reason to.  I’m really sorry for how things ended.  Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, Angus?”

“Of course I forgive you, Grandma.  And Pop, too.  Is that why you wanted to see me; to ask for forgiveness?”

“Not only that.  I wanted to see you one more time.  I can die peacefully, now.”

I stayed with her for quite some time, quietly talking about nothing in particular.  She eventually fell asleep, and I left.  My uncles had gone, and Pop was sitting on the porch.  I gave a wave, and started to leave.

“You goin’ back to where ever Tommy found you, boy?”

“Not right away, Sir.  Reckon I’ll stay with Tommy a few days before heading back.  I wasn’t planning on ever coming back here, but Tom went out of his way to find me, because Grandma wanted to see me before, well you know.  I wasn’t going to, but how could I ignore a dying persons request.  Especially one I love.”

“So I’ll be here a few days, maybe a week.  Help you out with the farming and taking care of things.  I’ll also be taking the rest of my things.  When I leave this time, I won’t be coming back.”

“There’s no reason to do that, Gus.  Your things are safe, just where they are.”

“For now, maybe.  I don’t want my uncles going through them, when something happens to you.  There are things that only have meaning to me, and I want them.  I don’t have a place for them right now, but I’ll store them at Tommy’s until I do.  Except for the clothes; I’ll take them with me.”

“Those clothes don’t fit you, Gus.  Why take them?”

“I met some boys, who were not as fortunate as I was.  You and Grandma let me stay until I was 18.  Some of the boys I met were tossed out, with only the clothes on their backs; 15 and 16 year olds, Pop.  They didn’t fair well with DCFS, either.  Some of the foster parents were quite abusive.  They are living on the streets, getting by as best as they can.  I’ll give those clothes to them.”

“Where did you go when you left here, Gus?”

******* 

“I went to Tommy’s.  You know that!  With school being almost over, I was able to graduate and get my diploma.  I was wishing that you and Grandma would’ve attended the graduation, and seen me walk across the stage to receive my diploma, but Tommy was there.  And he took lots of pictures, too!  I know he made a copy for y’all.  That’s how Tom is.”

“After that, I just wandered, working when I could, and moving on to the next place.  I like the town where I’m at right now.  I just might settle there.  Don’t know.”

I looked up at the sky, then back at Pop.

“Getting time for Tommy to be getting home, and I want to be there when he does.”

“You coming back tomorrow, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.  I told you I’d help out with the farming and taking care of Grandma, until I left.  I know those lazy excuses for sons you have won’t be helping.  Never did.  Never will.  And Pop?  Thanks for sending Tommy to find me.”

With that, I went back to Tom’s.  I had a bit of time, so I scrounged around the kitchen and found some things to cook up for dinner.  I got the food cooking, and went and showered.  When I was done, I pulled on a pair of boxers, turned off the burner, grabbed a beer, and went out on the deck.  I was into my second beer when Tommy got home, looking sweaty and tired.

“Want a beer, Tom?”

“Not right now, Gus.  I’m going to take a shower.”

Tom went into the house, and then came back out.

“You made dinner!  I’m impressed!”

“It was nothing.  Go get cleaned up, then we can eat.”

He went back in and showered.  I grabbed another beer.  There was only two left.  I’d have to go get more after dinner.  When I heard the shower shut off, I set the table and dished out the stew I’d made.

“You want a beer with dinner, Tom?”

“Sure.  I never had anyone cook for me, Gus.  What gives?”

“I was hungry, and I figured you would be, too.  After dinner, we need to run into town and get more beer, and some boxes, too.”

“What do you need boxes for?”

“I’m getting the rest of my stuff out of the house.  Do you mind if I store them here until I get a place?”

“You’re not staying here, I guess.”

“Just a few days, Tommy.  Then I’m going back.”

“I see.  I thought...I hoped, that you would be staying.”

“There was a time, Tom.  There’s something missing in my life, Tommy.  I don’t know what it is, but I intend to find out.  So, can I store a few boxes here?  It won’t be much.  I don’t have much.  The clothes I’m taking with me.  And will you take me back when I’m ready to go?  I’ll give you gas money, and I’ll arrange for you to have the day off, with pay.”

“I guess so, Gus.  Why don’t you run for the beer and boxes yourself?  I’ll cleanup here, and just relax.  I didn’t get a lot of sleep, and I had a long day.”

“Okay, buddy.  I won’t be long.”

With that, I headed into town.  I stopped and got boxes first, then went to the package store and got a couple cases of beer.  I stopped at Hank’s Tavern for a beer, before heading back, and saw Johnny Mac.

“Gus!  When did you get back?  How long you here for?  You staying at the farm?”

“Johnny Mac, you dog!  Got back last night.  Grandma’s not doing good, and Pop sent Tommy to find me.  I’m staying with Tommy.  I’ll be here a few days, then I’m leaving.”

“Tommy.  I should have known.  I thought I’d have a chance with him, even though his heart is with you.  You know he loves you, Gus.”

“Don’t give up, Johnny.  Tom’s a good guy.  He knows the score with me. 

I think you guys will be good together.”

“Really, Gus?  Do you think I have a chance?”

“I do, John.  I’m gone in a few days.  Give it a week, maybe two, and then ask him on a date.  Get to know him.  Let him get to know you.  He’s more than a good fuck, John.  Tom’s a real good guy, and so are you.  Take it slow, Johnny.”

“I gotta git, Johnny.  Was good seeing ya.  Stop on by if you’re out that way”

“Wait!  I’ll walk out with ya.”

When we got outside, Johnny asked:  “Any chance of getting together?”

“Well, maybe.  Tommy mentioned about havin a three way.  Would that be of interest?”

“Fuck, yea!”

“I’ll talk to Tommy and let you know.  Same number?”

“Yep!  Still the same.  Later, Gus.  Good seeing, ya!”

“Later, dude!”

I got in the truck and headed to Tommy’s.

When I got there, Tom was sitting on the deck.  I carried the beer into the house and loaded the refrigerator.

“Want a brew, Tommy?  They’re not cold, but not too warm, either.”

“Sure, I’ll take one.”

“I ran into Johnny Mac down at Hank’s.  It was good seeing him.  He’s still looking good!  Were you serious about a threesome?  I mentioned it to him, and he seems interested.  I think it would be fun!”

“I don’t know, Gus.”

“It’s up to you, Tom.  Johnny ‘s interested in getting together, and I thought it’d be fun if we all got together, but if you don’t want to join us, no problem.”

“So, you’re going to get it on with Johnny whether I join or not?”

“Tommy!  Johnny is cute, and quite fun to play with.  I’m leaving in a few days, so yea, I am.  Think about it, and let me know.  I told John I’d let him know tomorrow, after I talked to you.  Now lets finish our beers and have a playtime of our own.”

Play we did!  I had Tommy hootin and hollerin and squealin to beat the band, and joined in with hollerin and woo-hooin of my own.  I turned that boy every which way but loose!  We done wore each other out, collapsing in a heap, and passing out. 

I got up the next morning, and made a pot of coffee.  I brought Tom a cup when it was done, and commenced in making a hearty breakfast.  We ate; Tom left for the fields, and I went to see Grandma and help Pop.

When I got to the house, I went in and sat with Grandma.  We sat and talked about everything and anything.  She told me stories about my daddy, and the things he got into as a kid.  Things I never knew.

Grandma told me she was tired, and was going to take a nap, so I went to see what Pop needed done.  I did what Pop wanted, and asked if there was anything else.

“Sit down here, boy, and answer some questions.  How do you know these things you were saying to your uncles, Gus?  Who told you these things?”

“Some I found out just by being quiet, and paying attention.  You’d be surprised how being quiet helps you fade into the background, Pop.  Other things I was told.  I checked them out and found them to be true, but kept it to myself.  Had your boys not been attacking me, and saying what a fuckup I am for being gay and sullying the Mayfair name, I wouldn’t have said a thing.”

“What made you think I didn’t know these things, Gus?  I knew when you were sneaking out at night.  Maybe I just wasn’t saying anything.  And what am I to do with that information, now?”

“I’d just leave it be.  What’s done is done, and can’t be undone.  No need to tell Grandma, though.  She’s right on the verge, and that would tip her over.”

“I’m going to be packing the rest of my things tomorrow, and heading back the day after.  Remember to give Tommy the day off, with pay!”

When I got back, Tommy was in the shower.  I grabbed a beer, and sat on the deck.  I heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later, I heard Tom in the kitchen.

“Hey, Tommy!  Grab me a beer, and come on out.”  He came out and handed me a beer, and sat down with his own.

“Have you decided about Johnny Mac?”

“I have”, he said.  “I gave him a call; he should be here in an hour.  That’ll give you enough time to shower.  I’m going to fry up some burgers and make some fries while you’re doing that.  Best get a move on, Gus.”

So, that’s what I did.  When I came back out, we ate, and cleaned things up.  I grabbed us each a beer, and we went back out.

“I’m fixin to leave day after tomorrow, Tom.  You still willin to take me back?  Pop’s giving you the day off, with pay.”

“Yea, Gus.  I’ll take ya back.  Sure do wish you’d stay, though.”

“I told ya Tommy, I’m looking to find what’s missing in my life.  I don’t know what it is, but I intend to find it.  Maybe it’s there, I don’t know.  If not, I’ll move on.”

Just then, Johnny Mac pulled up.

“Well, look at you, John!  All dressed up and looking mighty fine!  You going on a date?”

“Yep!  I got me a date with a good-looking stud and fine looking man I’d sure like to get to know a lot better.  Like you told me the other night, Gus, Tommy is more than a great fuck.”

“You boys stop it now.  You’re embarrassing me!” 

I looked at Tom, and noticed he was dressed up, also.  “Well, look at you, Tommy.  You trying to impress Johnny?  Why don’t I just leave you two alone to get better acquainted?  I’ll head on down to Hanks.”

“No need to do that, Gus.  I’ll take Tommy out for a while.  I want to have a talk with him.  Is that okay with you?”

“Go for it, John.  You don’t need my okay, just Tommy’s.”

“Tommy?”

“Johnny Mac, I’d love to have a talk with you.”

“Grab a couple beers to take with you, Tommy.  You guys have fun.”

After they left, I sat there drinking.  I really hoped they’d get together.  They are both good people.

After a couple more brews, I went inside and laid on the couch.  I must have fallen asleep, cause the next thing I knew, Tommy was waking me up and telling me to go to bed.

“Where’s Johnny Mac?  He’s not staying?”

“Not tonight, Gus.  He went home.  We had a nice long talk, and decided to take things slow.  He’s really a good guy, Gus.  It’s late, and I’m going to bed.  You’re welcome to join me, but I’m going to sleep.  Goodnight, Gus.”

“Goodnight, Tommy.  Sweet dreams!”

I made coffee the next morning, and took off for the house.  Pop was sitting on the porch when I pulled up.

“How long are you staying for, Gus?”

“Not long, Pop.  I’m going to pack up the rest of my things, say goodbye to Grandma, and head back to Tommy’s.  I’m going back tomorrow.”

“Can you stay a bit?  I need to run into town.”

“Sure, Pop, but not too long.  I need to wash my clothes and pack.”

He left, and I visited with Grandma for awhile, then went upstairs and packed.  I loaded the truck, and said my final goodbye to Grandma.

Pop came back while I was doing that, and I said my final goodbyes to him.  He handed me two envelopes, one with Tom’s name on it.

“What’s this, Pop?” 

“The one for Tom is his wages for the day, along with gas money, and to get something to eat along the way.  The one I gave you is money we saved for you to go to school, and your portion of the inheritance.  I no longer trust your uncles to give you your fair share.  Thank you for coming back, Gus.  It meant the world to your grandma, and to me, too!”

“It was good seeing the both of you, Pop.  Thanks again for sending Tommy to find me.”

I went back to Tom’s and unloaded the truck, putting some of the boxes in the shed, and the rest in the house.  I stripped down to my boxers and started the laundry.  I grabbed a beer and went out on the deck where I remained until the laundry was done.  I had drunk about a six-pack by then.  I packed my backpack and duffel bag, leaving out clothes for tomorrow.

Tommy came home and took a shower.  He came back out all dressed up and handed me a beer.

“Johnny’s taking me out for dinner, Gus.  You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, Tom!  Why would I mind?  You still taking me back tomorrow, right?  Oh, that envelope on the table is for you.  Did you see it?”

“I did, Gus.  What is it?”

“Don’t rightfully know, Tom.  Pop told me to give it to you.”

Tommy went in the house, then came out with the envelope and handed me another beer.  I saw him pull out a wad of money, along with a letter.

“It’s my wages for the next couple of days, Gus.  He says I should take a little vacation.  Do you mind if Johnny Mac rides along, Gus?”

“Not at all.  I was going to suggest that.  I really hope you guys can get together, Tom.  You are good for each other.”

*******

Johnny pulled up and Tom got in the car.  They invited me to go along, but I waved them off.  I got something to eat, and continued drinking.  I sacked out on the couch, and fell asleep.  I woke up when I heard the door open.  I feigned sleep as they went past and into Tommy’s room.  I heard them undress and crawl into bed.  When they started getting it on, I grabbed a few beers and crept out on the deck.  I went back in later, and all was quiet.  I laid back down and went to sleep.

I got up the next morning and made coffee, grabbed a cup and sat on the deck and watched the sunrise.  Finished with my coffee, I went in, showered and dressed.  I knocked on the bedroom door and told them coffee was done, and that I was making breakfast.  I was eating when they came out.

“Food is on the stove, guys.  Help yourselves, and get ready.  I want to get there before dark.”

They ate and got ready, and then we were on the road.  We hit the town around 2 p.m.  I directed Tommy to where the bars are located, and saw a “Room for Rent” sign and had Tom pull over.  I went in, looked over the room, paid for a week, and then got my stuff out of the truck.

“Let’s go over to Flo’s Diner, and I’ll buy you guys lunch.”

After lunch, Tommy and Johnny Mac left, and I went back to the room.  I sorted out the clothes for the boys to have, then stretched out on the bed and took a nap.

I woke a couple of hours later, took a shower and got ready for the night.  I grabbed the clothes I brought and stopped at Flo’s.  After eating, I got about a dozen burgers to go, and left to find whomever I could find to give out the food and clothing.  

 *******

After that, I went to Palace Avenue to make some money.  It didn’t take long to get $40, so I went and had a few beers.  Around 11, I snuck into The Pony.  I had the money to pay the cover charge, but it was much more fun to slide in with a group.  I was staying in the shadows like I always did, when I saw this hot redhead dancing up a storm.  I asked one of the guys standing at the bar who it was, and I was told to stay away from him, that he had a Sir that I didn’t want to mess with.  I asked a couple other guys, just trying to get a name, and was basically told the same thing.

I stayed a bit longer, got a 6 pack, and headed for the park.  It was a nice night, and I didn’t want to sleep in the room, choosing the park, instead.  I crawled beneath the bushes and made my way to a tree and drank my beers, then fell asleep.

And so it went, day after day, night after night, weeks, maybe months...I don’t really know.  I was mostly drinking, so I didn’t really have any sense of time.  One night, I was just getting settled after finishing off the beer I had and drifting off to sleep, when I heard the bushes rustling.  I tried rousing myself, but couldn’t quite get there.  The next thing I knew, there was a light shining in my eyes.

“Get up, boy!”

Boy?  What the fuck?  Who was this joker?  I made it to my feet and put an arm in front of my face to block the light.  Fuck!  It was a cop! 

“Get that fuckin light out my eyes!”

“ID, boy.  Give me your ID!”

I dug out my wallet and handed him my license.

“Angus Horatio Mayfair.  This your address, boy?  You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”

“It was, but I got kicked out.  I don’t really have an address right now.”

“I see.  Let’s get out of here and go have some coffee.”

“Am I under arrest, officer?”

“No.  I want to talk to you.  You’re drunk, and I want you to pay attention to what I’m going to tell you.  The coffee won’t make you any less drunk, but you will be more able to comprehend.  Let’s go, Angus.”

“Guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Sure you do, boy.  You can have coffee with me and listen to what I have to say, or go to jail.  That’s your choice.”

“Not much of a choice but, okay.  I’ll have coffee with you.  But please, officer, call me Gus.”

“Gus it is!  Now, let’s go.”

We went to some all night diner, I don’t know which one, and frankly, don’t care.  He ordered coffee, and asked if I wanted any food.  I declined.

I folded my arms across my chest.  “Just say what you have to say, and let me out of here.”

“Okay, Gus.  Have it your way.  First, I want to know why you were kicked out of your home.”

“What?  Why do you want to know that?  Are you writing a fucking book?  I don’t even know your damn name.  Thanks for the coffee, but I’m outta here!”

He just looked at me; glared is more like it.  He kept up the glare until I started to squirm.  He smiled, and said:

“That’s better, Gus.  I’m Officer Manfredi.  Now answer my question.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything, Officer Manfredi.  I was kicked out.  The why isn’t important.”

“It is to me, Gus.  I won’t say what I have to say until you do.  I have all night, Gus, and you’d like nothing better than to go to sleep.  Your attitude isn’t helping you any, so drop it!”

Now it was my turn to glare, but I couldn’t keep it up very long.

“Okay.  You win.  But I have to piss, first.”

“Go right ahead.  The restrooms are right over there.”

“Aren’t you gonna escort me?  Stand outside the door so I don’t try to run.  Maybe come in and hold my dick while I piss?”

He smirked at me and shook his head.

“You’re in no condition to run anywhere.  You can barely standup.  Haven’t you noticed that, except for Doris, we are the only ones in here?  The door is locked, Gus, and the bathroom only has a small window that you couldn’t fit through.  While you’re pissing, Gus, think about changing your attitude.  It isn’t helping you at all.”

As I was getting up, I saw him nod to Doris.  I staggered to the bathroom, (damn, I was drunker than I thought) and managed to piss without pissing on myself.  I washed my hands, staggered back to the table, and flopped down in my chair.  I started to speak, and he held up his hand.

“I ordered breakfast.  We’ll talk after we eat.”

I just nodded my head, and soon a plate of scrambled eggs and fried potatoes and toast was set in front of me, along with another cup of coffee.  Once I started eating, I couldn’t get the food in fast enough.  I must have been hungrier than I thought!  When we finished eating, Doris poured more coffee and took away the plates.

“Now, Gus, tell me why you were kicked out.” 

“I don’t know what it matters, but here goes.  I was caught fucking one of the farm hands out behind the barn.  Pop said he didn’t want no faggot living in his house.  Grandma went along with it.  But they did let me stay until I reached my 18th birthday.  Are you happy now?”

“No, Gus, I’m not.  It’s what I thought, but I had to be sure.  You see, boy, what I’m about to tell you, isn’t pubic knowledge, for obvious reasons.  You’ll understand.”

He told me about Last Chance.  How the organization took in boys who were kicked out of their homes due to being gay.  How they gave them a place to live and helped them get jobs and get on their feet again.  When he was done talking, he looked at me.

“So, Gus, I’m making the offer to you.  If you agree, we will get your stuff and I’ll take you there.  If not, you are free to go.”

“Where is this place?  Do I get to check it out before I decide?”

“No, Gus.  You don’t.  It’s a nondescript house in an undisclosed location, where boys like you can feel safe.  You have to decide now.  You may ask any questions you like, and I’ll answer, if I can.”

“What happens if I really don’t like it there, and want to leave?”

“If you tried your best to get along and follow the house rules, you can leave.  We would ask that you not point out anyone staying there, and you not disclose the location.”

“What if I meet someone, and want to spend the night with them?”

“Call one of the house parents, and let them know.  That’s all we ask.”

“This is a big decision, Officer Manfredi.  I’d really like to think about it.”

“Do you have a place to stay right now, Gus?”

“I do, sir.  I have a room.”

“Tell you what.  I’ll drop you off at your room.  You have two days to decide.  Call within that time frame and let me know your decision.  That’s the best I can do.  And Gus?  Don’t let me find you sleeping in the park, or any place else.  Understand?”

“I do, sir.  I’ll let you know.”

“Come on.  I’ll drop you off.”

Well, as you know, I did decide to go to Last Chance.  One of the first things they did was get me off alcohol.  Oh, I can still have a beer or two, but it’s regulated.  They found me a job, working in a warehouse.  It wasn’t the best, but it was better than nothing; and I got exercise.

I pretty much followed the house rules.  I still went out, but drinking had lost its appeal.  I even got to fuck some fine boy butt.  I avoided what they referred to as a ‘Meet and Greet’.  That’s where “Sir’s” got to meet “boys”.  I mean, why would I want to attend?  I’m not a Sir, and I certainly wasn’t a “boy”, at least not by their definition.

But after about six months or so, I started to attend.  They were held once a month.  I asked Officer Manfredi about the sir type guys, and he assured me that they were carefully vetted, before they were invited to attend.

The first couple I went to was okay.  A lot of guys talked to me, but none of them moved me, if you catch my drift.  It was at the fourth or fifth that I saw this hunky blonde.  He was like 6’4” or 6’5”, with piercing blue eyes; broad shoulders and small waist.  Even in a suit (he was the only one dressed like that), I could tell he was muscled, and in great shape.  We were told not to approach any of the men, but to let them approach us.  It was a couple of meet and greets later, that I saw him talking to sir Frank, so I made my way over.  As I got closer, sir Frank put up his hand, so I stopped.  He continued talking, then waved me over.

“Gus!  How are you doing tonight?”

“I’m fine, sir.  How are you?”

The blonde hunk kept his back to me.  I really wished he’d turn around.  Instead, he walked away.  I must have looked dejected, because sir Frank said:

“He’ll be back, boy.  He was just asking about you.  Keep your chin up!”

I looked up and saw him approaching.  He had two cups in his hand, and motioned me with his head, to follow.  He sat on a bench, and handed me one of the cups of punch.  He didn’t say anything, just kept looking.  I wanted to squirm and look around, but I refrained.  I was really beginning to be unnerved.  Finally, he spoke:

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Gus, Sir.”

“That’s your full name, boy?  Gus?” 

“No, Sir.  I don’t use my full name, Sir.”

“Why is that, boy?”

“I don’t much care for it, Sir.”

“Sit down, boy.”

I did as he requested.  He looked at me, but didn’t say anything.  I looked down at my feet, then back up and then at him.  Even though I’m close to 6’ myself, I felt small, next to him.  I finally looked at him.

“Angus.  My name is Angus, Sir”

He looked at me and smiled.  He had the most dazzling smile I’d ever seen, and I got an instant boner!

“Angus.  Now was that so hard?”

“No, Sir.”

“Well Gus.  I’d like to get to know you.” 

And when he put his hand on my thigh, I shot my load, right in my shorts, and groaned.  Man, was I embarrassed!  He let rip a booming laugh, and his blue eyes twinkled with merriment, which caused my already red face, to get even redder.

“I have to go, Gus, but I’ll be in touch.”

I started to get up, but he said;

“Just stay where you are, boy.  Let yourself, ah...adjust.”

He stood up and started to walk away. 

“Sir?”  He stopped, but didn’t turn.  I walked over to him.  “I didn’t catch your name, Sir.”

He turned and smiled.  “I didn’t throw it, boy.”

With that, he headed towards the door, stopping to say a few words to sir Frank, and left.

I didn’t know what to think.  This was uncharted territory for me.  I had never gotten a boner from someone’s smile, and I had certainly never unloaded my gun from a touch.  My head was spinning, and I wanted to rinse off and change clothes.  As I was leaving the room, sir Frank stopped me.

“You look rather confused, Gus.  Something I can help you with?”

“Not right now, sir.  I need to sort things out in my head, before I can talk about it.  I’m going to my room to think, sir.”

“Alright, Gus.  Have a good night.  And Gus?”

“Sir?”

“Cheer up.  He will be back!”

I rinsed off and changed my clothes, and laid on my bed.  Just what had happened?  I was always in control, when it came to guys, and it felt like I was adrift in the middle of the sea.  I went back downstairs, found one of the house parents and told them I was going out, and left. 

I wandered around for a while, and then went to The Pony.  I wasn’t looking to pick anyone up; I was just looking.  I saw that hot redhead, and watched him dance.  He sure could move!  I tried again to find out who he was, but got the same answer.  Damn!  A name would be nice!  Strangely, I didn’t want to fuck him.  Oh well.  I’ll just put him out of my mind.  I stayed a bit longer, and left.

Days passed, then a week.  I still hadn’t heard from that hot blonde, and was beginning to give up hope.  I was sitting in my room, looking out the window, when there was a knock on my door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Felix, Gus.  Sir Frank wants to see you.”

“Ok, Felix.  I’ll be down in a sec.”

Sir Frank was waiting in the common room.  When I went in, he asked if I had a suit.  I shook my head.

“Let’s go get you one, Gus.  It seems you have a date Friday night, and he wants you dressed.”

We went to an upscale men’s store, and sir Frank talked to one of the salesmen.  He took my measurements, then started pulling out suits.  There were a few that I liked, but when I saw the price, I shook my head.  Sir Frank had me try some on.  The last one pulled out was made for me.  Sir Frank had me try it on, and I looked really good in it.  He nodded to the salesman, who nipped and tucked and made markings with chalk.

“He needs this Friday.”

It’ll be ready, sir.”

“Let’s get you some shoes, Gus.”

“How am I going to pay for all this, sir?  I have some money, but not that much.”

“Don’t worry about it, Gus.  It’s all taken care of.  You need shoes, boy.”

So, that’s what we did.  I got a real nice pair, the nicest I ever had.  As we were leaving the store, it struck me.  I had a date!

“Who do I have a date with, sir.  I mean, no one contacted me, and I haven’t met anyone, except for that hot guy at the meet and greet.  He didn’t even tell me his name, so it can’t be him.  Did someone else ask about me, sir?”

“Don’t worry about it, Gus.  He’s picking you up at 7 p.m., so be ready.  You’ll find out then.”

Was I worried?  Nah!  Am I lying?  You bet!  Try as I may, I couldn’t put it out of my mind.  Who was it?  Where were we going?  Would I be safe?  I never worried about being safe before.  Why now?  Sir Frank knew who it was, so that was a consolation. 

I carried on the rest of the week, going to my job, and going out at night.  Where I was going, or whom I was going with, never far from my mind.  Finally, Friday arrived.  When I walked in the door from work, sir Frank greeted me at the door.

“Your suit is in your room, Gus.  Take a shower and shave, get dressed, and come back down.  You are being picked up at 6:30.”

“I thought the date was for 7, sir, and I don’t need to shave.  Are you going to tell me who this date is with?”

“You’ll find out in due time, Gus.  You won’t be disappointed.  Dinner reservations are for 7, Gus, and shave anyway.”

I did as requested, and was back downstairs by 6:25.  I don’t remember the last time I wore a suit, and I felt awkward as hell.  At 6:30, there was a knock at the door.  Sir Frank nodded, so I opened the door.  There was a guy standing there in a uniform. 

“I’m here to pickup a Mr. Gus.  Would that be you, sir?”

I nodded my head and he said:  “Right this way, sir.”

I followed him out the door to the limousine that was waiting at the curb.  He opened the door, and I got in.  There was no one else there, or so I thought.  The driver got in, and the limo started moving. 

“You look very nice tonight, Angus.  You clean up well!”

I looked to my left, but couldn’t see anyone. 

“Relax, Gus.  You’re as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs”

He leaned forward, and that dazzling smile lit the interior of the limo.

“Sir!  I was hoping it would be you!”  Why didn’t you call, or contact me.  I thought you weren’t interested, especially after...I, uh...I”

“After you what, Gus?  Shot a load in your pants when I touched you?  That was the clincher, boy.  I had been watching you for some time, Gus, and I was pretty sure you were the one I’ve been searching for.”

We got to the restaurant and went in.  He went over to the host, who brought us to a secluded table.  A waiter appeared out of nowhere, and spoke, in what I think was French, and handed us menus.   Sir answered and then asked me what I wanted to drink.  I told him water.  He raised his eyebrows, and ordered.  The waiter left, and Sir asked if I was sure I didn’t want anything stronger.

“I’m sure, Sir.  I have a problem with alcohol, Sir.  It’s not that I can’t have it at all, Sir, but I have to be monitored.  There is no one to do that, Sir.”

“I see”, was all he said.

I perused the menu, which was in French, and put it down.

“You know what you want, boy?”

“I don’t know French, Sir.”

“I’ll order then, boy.  Is that alright?”

I nodded my head.  The waiter brought the drinks, and Sir ordered.  While we waited for the food, Sir asked all sorts of questions, and I answered, best as I could.  He alternated between calling me Gus and boy, but mostly boy.  I finally had enough!

“Why do you keep calling me boy?  I’m not a boy!  I’m a man!”

“Oh!  You have some spunk!  I like that, boy.  And you are a boy, Gus.  You need someone to keep you in line, and tell you what to do.  Isn’t that true, Gus?”

I lowered my eyes.  “Yes, Sir, it is.”

The food came, and we ate.  When we finished, the waiter took the plates, and said something.  I shook my head.  I didn’t want dessert.

When the waiter brought the check, Sir handed him a credit card, then signed the receipt.  The limo was waiting when we went out, and I was taken home.  Sir walked me to the door.

“I had a nice evening, Gus.  Thank you.”

“Thank you, Sir.  I had a nice evening, too!  Sir?  What is your name?”

“Seth, boy.  My name is Seth.  I’d like to see you again, Gus.  Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir.  I would.”

I opened the door and watched as he entered the limo, and watched as the limo drove away.  I turned to go in the house, and sir Frank was standing there.

“Have a good time, Gus?”

I smiled and nodded.  “Good night, sir.”

“Good night, boy.”

I spent a lot of time with Sir Seth over the next couple of months.  We went a lot of places and did a lot of things.  He always made arrangements through sir Frank.   I asked him why he didn’t just ask me, and he said that boys don’t make these types of decisions on their own.  That is one thing he does that I don’t like.  He insists on calling me ‘boy’.  Most everything else, I like.  We haven’t had sex, either.  He told me I could play with my nub, (nub?  I have a fuckin cock!) whenever I want, but sex with anyone else, besides him, was forbidden.  What?  We have to have a serious talk about that!  We haven’t even had sex.  Yea, I’ve felt his cock through his pants, and it feels big, but I haven’t even seen it.  What the fuck? 

When I got home from work one day, he was there, talking to sir Frank.  I walked past them and started up to my room.  Sir Frank called for me to come back down.  I stopped and turned around.

“I’m tired and dirty, sir, and I stink!  I want to shower and change clothes.  Then I’ll be back down.”

“Gus!  Sir Seth wants to talk to you.”

“That’s too bad!  He can either wait for me to get cleaned up, or he can leave and come back.  At this point, I really don’t give a fuck which one.”

I turned back around and went to my room.  I grabbed my towel and clean boxers and went and showered.  I had just gotten back to my room when there was a knock on my door. 

“Who is it?”

“Sir Seth, Gus.  May I come in?”

“Give me a minute.  I’m not dressed.”

The door opened, and he came into the room.

“Holy Shit, Sir.  I told you to wait a minute.  You can’t just barge in like that!  What’s so important that you can’t fuckin wait?’

“I told you I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me.  TALK TO ME!  That’s all we’ve done for the past several months.  We’ve done some fun things and you’ve taken me fun places, but basically, that’s about it.”

“I like you, Sir.  I like you a lot.  But I want, and need, more than that.  In all this time, Sir, you haven’t even tried to kiss me.  What am I to you?  Someone you can show off?  You need to get your shit together and decide just what it is you do want, Sir.  Like I said, I like you, a lot. But, I’m done playing whatever game you’re playing, Sir.  Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone.”

I turned my back on him and went to the window.  I was so angry, and hurt.  I thought this was real.  I was waiting for him to leave, but he hadn’t.  He walked up behind me, put his arms around me, and just held me.  I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter.  He leaned over, and whispered in my ear.

“Turn around, Gus.”

I turned, and he lightly kissed my lips.  I kissed him back, and then we really went at it.  Damn, could he kiss!  I was in full bone mode, which the boxers did a lousy job of hiding.  I mean, I may as well been naked!  And yea, I could feel his boner, too.

“Are you ready to talk, now, Gus?  Or should I say, listen?

I nodded my head.  “Not here, Sir.  You’re not even supposed to be up here.  I’m guessing sir Frank gave you permission.  Go back downstairs, Sir.  I’ll get dressed and be right down.  We can take a walk”

He went downstairs, and in a few minutes, so did I.  Sir Frank smiled and nodded as we left.  We walked and talked for hours, it seemed.  Well, Sir Seth talked, and I listened. 

We went back to the house, and he spoke to sir Frank.  I was called over to join them.

Sir Seth looked at me and said, “Gus, would you like to spend the weekend with me, at my house?”

“I would, Sir.  I need to pack a bag, Sir.  I’ll be back, directly.”

“You don’t need a bag, Gus.  I have everything you’ll need at the house.”

“Really, Sir?  Pretty sure I’d say yes, were you?”

“Hoping boy.  I was hoping.”

“I need my kit, Sir.”

“I have that stuff, also.  Sir Frank let me know what you use.  The only thing missing is you.  Ready to go?”

“I am, Sir.  I’ve been ready for you to ask, Sir.”

We left, and headed to Sir’s house.  When we got there, I was stunned!

“Wow, Sir!  You have a big house!  How many people live here, Sir?”

“Just me, Gus.  It’s not as big as you think.  Let’s go in, and I’ll show you around.”

As soon as we went in, he pointed to a small cabinet. 

What’s that, Sir?”

“That, Gus, is where you put your clothes when you come in.”

“My clothes, Sir?  Why would I put my clothes there, Sir?  I don’t understand.

“Gus, boys, that’s you, and any other boy who may come here, do not wear clothes in the house.  So, strip, boy!  Fold your clothes neatly and put them in the cabinet.”

“Are you serious?  I don’t think so.”

“I’ll take you back to the house then, Gus, and you can forget you ever met me.” 

“No, Sir.  Please don’t do that.”

“What are you waiting for, boy?  Get your clothes off!”

Reluctantly, I removed my clothes, and put them in the cabinet.  I covered myself with my hands.

“Never try to hide yourself from me, Gus.  You have a nice body, and I enjoy looking at it.  Now follow me.”

I did as he said.  Man, was I embarrassed.

He proceeded to give me a tour of the house.  The rooms were big, with beautiful artwork hanging on the walls.

“Some of these rooms aren’t used very much, boy.  But they have to be kept clean, nonetheless.  Should you decide to live here, doing that would be one of your chores.  We’ll talk about that later.  Let’s go upstairs.”

There were four bedrooms with en suite bathrooms.  The master bedroom had a king sized bed with two walk-in closets.  I looked at Sir Seth and smiled.

“May I, Sir?”  He nodded, and I sat, and then laid, on the bed.  “It’s very comfortable, Sir.  Join me?”

“Not right now, Gus.  I have one more room to show you.  Well, actually, two.”

I got up and followed as we went downstairs, then into the basement. 

“This is what I call the family room, boy.  I spend a lot of time down here, just relaxing.  It’s also where you’ll bring any of your boymates; I’ll not have you running all over the house.”

“What’s in the other room, Sir?  And why is it locked?”

“That room is for another time, boy.  I’m sure you’ll get to see it.  As sure as your name is Angus Horatio Mayfair”

I looked at him in shock.  “How did you...?”

“How did I know your full name?  I know a lot about you, Gus.  Let’s go back up.  I’m sure you’re hungry, and so am I.”

We went back downstairs after eating.   He sat on the sofa and had me stand in front of him.

“Let me get a good look at you, boy.  Hands at your side.”

He ran his hands all over my body, feeling my chest, tweaking my nipples, feeling the weight of my nuts, and even giving my cock, which was fully erect, a few strokes.  He had me turn around and he ran his hands over my back.  When he reached my butt, I shivered, and moved away.

“What’s up, Gus?”

“I’m a virgin, Sir.”

“I’ll go easy, when the time comes, boy.  Sit beside me, Gus.”

We chatted for a while, and he told me about what he did.  The longer we talked, the more comfortable I felt.  He got up, telling me he’d be back, and went upstairs.  He came back with drinks and handed me a sheet of paper.

“What’s this, Sir?”

“A list of your chores, boy, that you will do every day.”

“But I have a job, Sir.  How will I get all this stuff done?”

“I’ll take care of that, Gus.  You won’t need that job.  I’ll give you spending money, when you need it.”

“I’ve given you a lot to think about, Gus.  Just relax the rest of the weekend.  I’ll bring you home Sunday night, and give you the week to think about moving in.  The rest of the weekend, we talked, and took long walks. 

I was really nervous that first night, when we went to bed.  Why, you may ask?  It’s not like it was the first time I was with a guy.  When Sir dropped his pants, all I could do was stare.

“What’s the matter, Gus?  Surely you’ve seen a naked man before!”

“I have, Sir.  I’ve just never seen a dick that big or fat in real life, Sir.  I mean, not up close and personal, Sir.”

“Ha! Ha!  Don’t be intimidated, boy.  It’s just a penis.  Just take it slow, Gus.”

 *******

Sir picked me up and carried me to the bed.  He laid down beside me, and started kissing me, sliding his hands over my chest and stomach, stopping just above my pubes.  Back up to my chest, rubbing and tweaking my nipples, until I was writhing under his touch.  I had to feel him!  I had to smell him!  I had to taste him!

I pushed him onto his back, (no mean feat), and just looked at him; his broad shoulders, his hairy chest and armpits.  I snuggled under his arm, and buried my nose in his pit, and took a deep breath.

“Mmm.  You smell so good, Sir”. 

I licked and sucked his right pit, savoring the taste and the smell.   I kissed his nipple, and then suckled on it like a baby at his mother’s teat, nipping and biting.  Sir was moaning and writhing under my ministrations.  I licked my way over to his left nipple, sucking, and nipping and biting, ending with my nose in his left pit, sniffing and licking his pit hair.

I licked my way down his body, tongue fucking his belly hole, moving down to his pubes, sniffing and licking them.  His smell was stronger there, and getting stronger.  I got a good look at his cock.  It was long, at least 9”, and fat!  I could barely get my hand around it.  I licked the shaft, from his big balls to his mushroom head, up and down, getting it slick with my saliva.  I licked all around the head, sliding my tongue in and out of his piss slit, lapping up the precum oozing from the tip.  Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I wrapped my lips around the head, and suckled.  I slid my lips down as far as I could, which wasn’t far, and started going up and down, twirling my tongue around the shaft, taking more and more of him, each time I went down.  It hit the back of my throat, and stopped.  I couldn’t take anymore of him, at least not then.  I sucked up and down his cock, fondling his big balls.  I felt, and saw, his nuts rising toward his groin.  He started bucking.

“I’m getting close, Gus.  Keep going!  Oh! Oh! Aaah!  Here it comes, boy!”

He stopped moving, and spurt after spurt of his cum shot out.  Filling my mouth.  I was swallowing as fast as I could.  I didn’t think he’d ever stop!  I left his cock in my mouth until it softened and cleaned all of the cum off his cock.  I moved up under his arm, and laid my head on his chest.

“Thank you, boy.  That was wonderful!”

“You’re welcome, Sir.  I’m sorry I couldn’t take more of you, Sir,”

“Don’t worry about it, Gus.  I’m rather big.  That was your first time, boy.  You’ll get there.  Nice and slow, Gus.  You’ll have plenty of time.  Now, let’s take care of you!”

He got between my legs and took my cock in his mouth, and just sucked on the head.  Damn his mouth felt good!  He ran his tongue around my head, sucked it a bit more, and then slid down my cock to my pubes.  When I felt my dick go into his throat, I almost went into a sitting position.

“Oh my God, Sir!  That feels fantastic!”

He continued to bob on my dick.  I wasn’t going to last too long.

“I’m getting close, Sir.  Sir!  I’m getting close!  I’m going to cum!  Ah! Ah! AH!”

I fired off volley after volley.  I don’t remember ever cumming so hard!  He leaned over me and gave me a big kiss.  I could taste myself on his tongue.  He laid beside me and pulled me on top of him.  I stretched out on top of his body.  It felt wonderful.  I laid my head in the crook of his neck, and fell asleep.

The next two days were spent going over what being his boy would involve, and of course, exploring each other’s body.  By Sunday evening, I had decided that I was going to move in, and I told him so.

“I’m glad you’ve decided to move in, boy.  I’m still bringing you back tonight.  I want you to be completely sure, Gus.  Plus, there are things I need to take care of.”

It was a long week!  There was no use packing, I didn’t have that much, and could gather it in an hour.  Shit!  I forgot to get his address so I could have Tommy send the stuff he was storing.  I went looking for sir Frank, found him, got the address and called Tom.

We talked for a while.  I told him about Sir.  He and Johnny Mac were still dating, but taking things slow, and really getting to know each other.  I gave him Sir’s address.

Friday finally arrived!  After work, I showered, dressed, gathered my stuff and went downstairs to wait.  Sir Frank was there.

“You have everything, Gus?”

“I think so, Sir.  Thank you for taking me in and getting me on the right track, Sir.  I don’t know what would have happened to me, if you hadn’t.  I probably would have wound up in jail, or worse sir.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.  Sir Frank went and opened the door.  I heard him talking, and then he came back.  Sir Seth was with him.

“Ready, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I gave sir Frank a hug, and followed Sir Seth out to his car.

“Have you eaten, Gus?”

“No, Sir.  I was too excited to eat.  Have you eaten, Sir?”

“Not yet, boy.  Thought we’d stop at Ed’s Diner and grab something to eat.  Have you ever been there, Gus?”

“No, Sir.  Is the food good?”

“It is, boy.  They have a nice menu, and you can pretty much find something you like.”

“Sounds good, Sir.”

We got something to eat, and went to his house.  I guess I should call it home, now.

We got home, and I started walking toward the living room.

“Gus?  Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, yea!  My stuff.  Is the car open, Sir?”

“Don’t worry about that now, boy.  What are you to do when you come in the door, Gus?”

“Take off my clothes, Sir?”

“That’s right, boy.  Take off your clothes.”

“Seriously, Sir?  I thought that was just a game you were playing last weekend.”

“Were you wearing clothes last weekend, boy?”

“No, Sir.”

“Well?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I removed my clothes and put them in the cabinet, and followed him into the living room.  He sat on his recliner, and I went to sit of the couch.

“Not just yet, boy.  Come here.  Stand in front of me.”

I stood there, looking at him.  Damn, he is HOT!  I started to pop a boner, and covered myself.

“Hands by your sides, boy.  I’ve seen your hard nub, before.  Gus, I don’t make rules for the fun of it.  I expect them to be followed.  So, to help you remember.... Come with me, boy.”

He put his arm around my shoulder and started walking toward the other side of the room.  I’m confused!  There’s nothing there!

“What do you see boy?”

“Nothing.  I don’t see anything, Sir.  Just two blank walls coming together to form a corner, Sir.”

“Exactly!  Now, to help you remember to remove your clothes when you come into the house, you are going to stand there, with your nose in the corner, for 15 minutes.  You will stand there, straight and tall, with your hands at your sides, one of your knees slightly bent, and look into that corner.  You will not move, boy.  You can move your eyes, but that’s it. 

You will think about how you are going to obey the rules.  I’ll let you know when your time is up.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No more talking, boy.”

I stood there, straight and tall.  What the fuck?  He’s treating me like a fucking child.  I don’t know, guys.  Did I make a mistake moving in here?  Jeesh!  I haven’t even been here an hour, and I’m rethinking my decision.  I’ll give it a few days. 

Isn’t it time yet?  I must have been standing here for a fucking hour!  Think about following rules?  I hate rules.  Fuck it!  I’ll pretend.  I’m good at pretending.  I can pull it off.

“Time’s up, Gus.”

Yes!  There is a God!  I walk back over and start to sit down.

“Not quite yet, boy.  Do you have something to say to me?”

“Should I, Sir?”

“I realize this is your first time, boy.  How about, ‘Thank you for my corner time, Sir’?”

He wants me to thank him for making me stand in the corner?  Is he nuts?  He’s looking at me.  Waiting.

“Um...Thank you for my corner time, Sir?”

“You’re welcome, boy!” he says, giving me a big smile.

“Anything else, Gus?”

“What else do you want me to say, Sir?”

“How about, ‘I’ll try real hard to obey the rules, Sir’!”

Yep!  He needs some psychiatric help.  I wonder if he’s locked the door.  Maybe I can escape when he goes to the bathroom or something.  He’s looking at me.  Expecting me to say that.

“I’ll try real hard to obey the rules, Sir.”

“Good boy!” 

He’s smiling at me, again.  I’m getting weak in the knees.  What was I saying about escaping?  Walk away from him?  Are you crazy?  Do you think I am? 

“Come on, boy.  Let’s go put your things away.”

We go upstairs and into the bedroom.

“I cleared the closet on the right, Gus.  You can put your clothes in there.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I slide open the door, and just stand there.

“Um...Sir?  There are still clothes in there, Sir.”

“They are yours, Gus.  I spoke to sir Frank, and he told me your clothes were a bit worn, so I took the liberty of buying you new.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Sir.  The clothes I have are just fine.  But, thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, boy.  Come on.  Let’s go down to the family room.”

We went down and sat on the couch and continued talking.  I kept looking at the locked room, wondering what was in there, not really paying attention to anything he was saying.  He noticed this, and said:

“You know, boy?  I think it’s time for you to see what’s in that locked room.  What do you think, Gus?”

“Sorry, Sir.  I am curious., though.”

“Of course you are, boy.  Well, come on then, let’s go see.”

We went over, and he unlocked the door.

“There you go, Gus.  Open the door and go in.”

I opened the door and started in, then stopped.  I tried to back out, but he was standing right behind me.  He draped his arms over my shoulders and led me over to the wall.  There were all sorts of things hanging there.  He pointed to each one:  penis gag, ball gag, chastity cage, and butt plug.  Then to the paddles:

“I use the solid paddle when you’ve been naughty, Gus.  I use the paddle with holes when you’ve been super bad.  You will be put in the pillory when I use them, boy.”

“The pillory, Sir?”

He brought me over to the pillory.

“This is the pillory, Gus.  See?  When I lift the top there are slots for your head and hands.  Go ahead.  Try it out.”

I put my head and hands in the slots, and he closed the top.

“Try to pull your head and hands out, boy.”

I tried, but wasn’t able to do so.

“If you were going to be paddled, it would be locked so you couldn’t escape.  You would also be held in place.  I don’t want you trying to avoid the paddle, Gus.”

I must have blanched, because he said:

“Don’t be too naughty, Gus, and you won’t have to spend any time there.  But I have a feeling you will become quite acquainted with it.”

“What makes you say that, Sir?”

“I told you before, I know quite a bit about you, boy.”

“If you say so, Sir.  What’s that thing over there, Sir?”

“That, Gus, is the stock.  You sit your butt in that seat, and your hands and feet are trapped in those holes. If you are being punished, you will sit on that hard seat.  If I just need you to be in one place, a pillow will be provided for you to sit on.   I’m thinking about getting another one, so you and your fellow boymates can be trapped together.  Won’t that be wonderful?”

‘If you say so, Sir.”

About that escape thing I mentioned earlier.  Perhaps I should seriously think about that.  He definitely seems to have a screw or two loose.

“Keeping this room clean, and everything in it, will be another one of your chores.  You will also make sure that the paddles, and the pillory, and the stocks, are polished and shiny.  This will be done once a week.  I’ll let you know.  The door will be unlocked for you to do that.”

******* 

We went back upstairs for a while, and then went to bed.  I got to explore his awesome body, and work some more on swallowing his cock.  That was going to take some practice.  Oh, what fun I was going to have!

In the weeks that followed, I got into a routine, and had my chores done in record time.  I was accustomed by then, to being naked.  I hated when I had to get dressed to go to the store.  Whenever I saw Sir, which was often, I’d pop a bone, and had to go jerk off.  I also became quite adept at swallowing his cock.  I loved the feel of it in my throat, while my nose was buried in his pubes.  Sucking his balls and licking the sweat from them was sheer delight!  Sir’s scent was heavenly!

Sir would unlock the room once a week, and I’d clean everything and polish the paddles, and stocks to a lustrous shine.  I always saved the pillory for last.  I’d get super hard, and drip copious amounts of precum.  This, of course, did not go unnoticed, by Sir.  He would have me lie on the floor, and settle his musky hole on my face and tell me:  “Go ahead, boy, shoot your boy juice!” And man, did I ever!

One time, while cleaning the locked room, I noticed that the box containing the chastity device was missing.  I looked all over, but couldn’t find it.  When I was finished cleaning and polishing everything, I came out and sat beside Sir.

“Everything okay, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”  I wasn’t about to tell him that the chastity cage was missing.  I thought I lost it!

“You sure, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”  Fuck me!  I wasn’t about to tell him I lost the fucking cage!  I couldn’t go back in and look for it, either.  He locked the fucking door, and he was the only one with the key.

“Alright, boy.  If you’re sure.  Let’s go have lunch, Gus.”

That night, Sir fucked me for the first time.  Oh, my God, did that hurt!  Sir ate my ass for a long time, and then stretched me with one, two, then three fingers.  He added copious amounts of lube and lubed his cock.

“You ready, boy?”

“I think so, Sir.”

He placed his big mushroom head at my pucker.  “Push out, boy, like you’re taking a shit”

I felt him pushing, and then he breeched my pucker.  Oh, my God!  The pain; the pain was intolerable.  My sphincter started spasming around his cock.  I couldn’t breathe!  I caught my breath.

“Take it out!  Take it out!  It’s too big!  Please, Sir!  Please take it out!”

“Shh, boy.  Relax.  It’ll be okay.  Just relax.”

It took a few minutes, but I did.  He slid in, an inch at a time, stopping to let me adjust.  Finally, he was all the way in.  My hole was grasping him, and then I finally relaxed.

“You ready, Gus?”

“I think so, Sir.”

He slowly slid out to his head, then back in.  In and out, in and out, rotating his hips to further stretch me.  I felt him sliding across my prostate, sending shivers through me.   He started picking up speed.  Going faster and faster.  Then, he pushed all the way in and stopped.  I felt his head get bigger, and he started to shoot.  I felt him soften, and slip out.  I felt empty.  He leaned over and kissed me.

“You did good, boy.”

He pulled me into his arms and held me.

I was moving kinda slow the next day.  I swear I was walking bow-legged, but Sir said I wasn’t.  He told me it would be better the next time.  Next time?  Fuck that!  There ain’t gonna be a next time! 

******* 

But, time marches on, as time is wont to do.  I was free to do what I wanted as long as 1) I asked permission, and 2) my chores were done.  I mainly went out on the weekends, unless Sir had other plans.  I picked up lots of guys at The Pony, and I got to check out that hot redhead.  It’s a wonder his Sir let him go out alone.  But then, so did mine.  One day, the inevitable happened.  I decided that I was going out, and permission be damned! 

After cleaning up after dinner, I went up and took a shower, got dressed, and came back down.  I went into the living room, where Sir was, and said:

“I’m going out.”

“You’re doing, what?”

“I’m going out, Sir.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?  I did my chores.  I did everything you said!  Why, no?”

“Did you ask permission?”

“Fuck that!  I’m not asking permission.  I’m an adult, a grown man.  I’m not asking for permission like a child!”

“Watch it, boy.  You’re skating on thin ice.

“I’ll say it again, so you understand, Sir.  I’m going out, and you’re not going to stop me.  So, fuck you, Seth!

I never saw anyone move so fast!  He threw me over his shoulder and headed downstairs to the playroom, and headed straight for the pillory.

“Strip, boy.  Now!”

I quickly undressed.

“Please, Sir, not that!  Not the pillory, Sir.  Please!”

He didn’t say anything.  Just locked me in.  He pulled the chastity cage from his pocket, showed it to me, and put it on.

“Why, Sir?  Why the cage, Sir?  Please don’t lock my nub, Sir.  I’m sorry, Sir.  Please forgive me.  Please forgive me, Sir.  I’m so sorry, Sir.”

He got up and looked me in the eye.  “Not yet, boy.  But you will be.”

And left the room.

That look!  I didn’t know what to expect.  I had never seen him so angry.  But there was something else.  I saw...hurt!  Oh, God!  I hurt him with my words and actions.  Meeting Sir Seth and becoming his boy was the best thing that happened to me in a long time, and I fucked it up.  Why didn’t I just ask for permission to go out?  That would have been the right thing to do. 

I don’t know how long it was, probably not too long, before he came back in and went over to the wall and took down the paddle and moved behind me.

“Ready, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.  I deserve my punishment, Sir.” 

“You’re not a child?”

Whack!

OW! OW! OW!

“Answer me, boy!”

“No, Sir.  I’m not a child.  But I was acting like one, Sir.”

“Permission isn’t required?”

WHACK! WHACK!

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!

“It’s your rule, Sir, so it is required, Sir.”

“Good answer boy.  Maybe there is hope for you.”

“Fuck me?  FUCK ME?   I warned you, boy!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

OUCH! YE-OW! OUCH!

“No, Sir.  I didn’t mean it literally, Sir.”

You’re going to make ME understand?

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

YE-OW! OUCH! OW! OW!

“Stop, Sir!  Please stop, Sir.  I’ll be good, Sir.”

“I’ll be back in 15 minutes to let you out, boy.” 

Sir let me out of the pillory and led me out of the room.  He told me to come upstairs when I was ready, and left.  I waited a while, and then went up.  I found Sir in the kitchen, making something to eat.

“Sit down, Gus.  I’m frying up a few burgers.  Are you hungry?”

I gingerly eased by butt onto the chair.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

“I hope you learnt your lesson, boy.  I don’t want to have to do that, again.  But I will, boy.  I will!”

“I’ll try real hard not to, Sir.  You’re giving me another chance, Sir?”

“Another chance?  Oh, Gus.  I’m not going to kick you out just because you were naughty!  I want you to do better, boy.  I want you to be the best boy that you can be.  The way you acted will not be tolerated.”

He placed the burgers and fries on the table.  “Eat, boy.”

When we were done eating, Sir looked at me and said:  “Why, Gus?  Why did you do that?  How often have I said  ‘no’ when you asked permission to go out?”

“Not often, Sir.  I don’t know why I did that, Sir.”

“Don’t give me that bull crap.  You do know, boy.  Do you want to tell me, or should I tell you?”

I hung my head.  I couldn’t look at him.  I was so ashamed.  Did I know why?  Of course I did!  I just wasn’t ready to admit it.

“You tell me, Sir.   But first, Sir, may I ask a question, please?”

“You may, boy.  What is your question?”

“Sir?  Why did you cage my nub, Sir?  What does that have to do with not asking permission, Sir?”

“It has nothing to do with not asking permission, Gus.  That was going to happen, regardless.  You were spending too much time playing with your nub and shooting your boy juice.  It was taking you longer to get your chores done, because of it.  Even if you had asked permission to go out, your nub would have been caged!”

“Now to why you did it.  Since you were going out, and picking up guys, and putting your nub in their boyholes, you were thinking you were a man.  So you decided to assert yourself.   How did I know?  Do you actually think I don’t know what you’re doing?  You’re a boy, Gus.   Locking your nub will make you a much better boy.  Now, come with me, Gus.  I think you need a cuddle.” 

******* 

Things slowly got back to normal, except for the cage.  I hated not having access to my dick.  Oh, I got to masturbate, but only when Sir removed the cage.  At first, it was once a day.  Then it was every other day.  The times in-between got longer and longer, until it was once a week.  He fucked me regularly, and I learned to shoot my boyjuice when he was doing that.  It wasn’t as satisfying, and I was hornier after, but it was a relief.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months.  One day, he told me to get ready; we were going to meet a friend of his, Pete, Sir Pete to me, and his boy, Ollie.

“Sir?  Do I have to?  I don’t want to meet your friend, or his boy.”

“Of course you have to.  That’s why I told you to get ready.”

“But, Sir!  Please don’t make me do this.  Maybe next time, Sir, but not now.”

“I guess you need a bit of ‘encouragement’, Gus.  Come with me.”

We went into the room and he sat on the chair.  “Over my knees, boy.  I’m more than happy to encourage you, Gus.”

He gave me a spanking, and had me stand in my corner for 15 minutes.

“Time’s up, boy.  Now go get ready.  We’re meeting them at noon.”

Sir parked in the lot, and we started walking towards Ed’s Diner.  As we got closer, I saw two guys standing there.  I grabbed Sir’s arm.

“Sir!  That’s the redhead I was telling you about.  Isn’t he hot, Sir?”

“That’s Ollie, Gus.  And yes, he is a good looking boy.”

“Then that other guy must be Sir Pete.  He’s as big and tall as you, Sir.  If his cock is as big as yours, it’s a wonder Ollie can walk!”

“I don’t know about that, boy.  But you don’t have any trouble walking!”

My face turned a bright red.  “Sir!”

“Ha! Ha!  You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, boy.  I should embarrass you more often.

We walked up to them, and Sir Pete said:  “Hi Seth!  You remember Ollie, don’t you?”

“Hi, Ollie”, Sir said while shaking his hand.  “You’re looking much better than the last time I saw you.  How are you doing?”

Ollie said, “Much better, Sir.  Thank you for saving me.”

Sir saved Ollie?  When did this happen?  And why don’t I know about that?  I’ll have to ask about that on the way home.

Sir said, “Pete, this is my boy, Gus.”

Sir Pete shook my hand, and said, “Good to meet you, Gus.  This is my boy, Ollie.”

“Good to meet you, too, Sir.  Hi, Ollie!”

Then Sir announced, to my utter embarrassment, that we almost didn’t make it, due to me being uncooperative, and that spending time over his knees and standing in the corner convinced me otherwise.

Sir Pete laughed and said that Ollie was likewise convinced, causing Ollie to turn a bright red.  Alright!  Ollie was a fellow naughty boy!

You can read about what happened next in Ollie’s Recovery.

Ollie and I spend a lot of time together.  Well, when our Sir’s permit it, that is.  I didn’t find out about how Sir saved Ollie until Ollie’s rapist was arrested.  When he told me, I insisted that we go to their house so I could be there for Ollie.

Sir Seth and Sir Pete have been whispering about something.  They clam up whenever one of us is around.  It doesn’t take an Einstein to figure out that whatever it is, Ollie and I are not going to fare out well.

In the meantime, Ollie and I are having as much fun as two locked naughty boys can have!

The end.

Posted: 08/06/2021