Jeremy : Part 2

Ethan looked around the room with total disgust. The two hired hands, Ralph and John weren’t any happier than he was. The furniture was old and thread worn, the carpet was soiled beyond belief and there were empty beer cans and dirty glasses everywere. Half empty bottles of cheap liquor lay around and plates with partially eaten food on them were rapidly going moldy. The air was heavy with the combined smells and it was, well, quite nauseating.
Plus, there were several guys hanging around too. They were all drinking and two of them were smoking a joint. Four of them were (whom Ethan considered) leacherous, shameless old geezers who should’ve been home enjoying the benefits of retirement. The other three were around Nicholas’s age and, from what Ethan could gather, they were all customers.

Upon their arrival to the seedy, run down house, which was in the worst part of town, they were met by two burly older gentlemen (if they could be called that) who leered at them with blood shot eyes, and breathed on them with sour breath. They asked what business they had there and Ethan told them that they had heard about the place from an old friend of his. He went on to tell them that he wanted to check it out for himself and he thought he would treat his two grandsons (Ralph and John) to a good time while they were in town visiting him. It was, of course, a lie. But, no problem. He would make up for it on Sunday in Church! The two men eyed them critically, asked them each for $100.00 bucks and then let them in. They were waiting to be introduced to the owner of the establishment. A man who went by Chet. But, they would be waiting for a little while because Chet was busy. He was upstairs in the master bedroom, the nicest room in the house, watching his son Lucas take it from both ends.

Lucas was just sixteen years old and he was the opposite of his older brother. Where Jeremy took after his mother, Lucas took after his father. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were crystal blue. Right now, he had his eyes squeezed shut and the young man standing over him had a fistfull of his hair so he could force feed Lucas his cock.

“G-God Lucas,” the young man hissed. “Th-That’s it boy. Take my cock all the way down your throat.” Lucas grunted in answer and tried to open his throat to allow the massive slab of meat to slide down a littler easier but, this guy was just to much for him. He wouldn’t give him time to breath. He just kept sliding in and out as if his life depended on it. The guy behind him wasn’t helping matters either. Although his cock wasn’t as big, he felt the need to act like a jackhammer. He pistoned his dick in and out of Lucas as if he were a human drill! Every time he drove his dick inside of him, Lucas would be lurched forward and the guy he was sucking off would show his approval by jamming his cock down his throat at the same time!

He strained to keep up with them but it was just no use! Even though he wasn’t enjoying the onslaught on his tender, young body at least the guy behind him was sort of thinking of him by jerking him off as he fucked him senseless! At sixteen years of age, he had an impressive seven inch cock when it was hard. Right now, that tingling feeling was starting in his hairless balls. This was the part where it felt good for him…if anybody cared that is, which meant that the end was probably near for everyone concerned.

The man sliding his cock in and out of his mouth was rapidly tensing up and had increased the speed of his frantic face fucking. He placed both hands on the side of Lucas’s head and groaned out loud as he felt the kids tongue wrap around the head of his cock. He was dripping massive amounts of precum and the kid was obviously letting it build up in his mouth because he cock felt like it was wrapped in a warm, wet cocoon. God this kid was fucking good! But he couldn’t hold out much longer. Not the way Lucas was on his cock. 

“Aaaaaagh,” he groaned thickly. “Come on baby…I’m almost there! Come on kid…just a little….bit….more…”
The young man, held Lucas’s face in a vise-like grip and slammed his cock to the back of the kids throat. He came with such force that it immediately started pouring out of his mouth and was making a mess all over the carpet. The new carpet that Chet had just sprung for. Chet who was calmly nursing a bottle of gin in the corner of the room while slowly stroking his own cock. Chet who now spied the cum dripping on his new carpet with angry, blood shot eyes.
Lucas gagged, coughed and gasped for air as the guy shot another load down his throat. Another massive load that he couldn’t swallow fast enough! This one was making a mess too.

But the man behind him had no such problem. He was also getting ready to cum but he got off better if he felt his partner cum first. That was the only reason he was jerking the kid under him off. As soon as his friend finished cumming inside the kids mouth and had stepped back, he wrapped his arms around the Lucas (pretty easy considering there wasn’t much to him) and increased the pressure and the stroking on the kids cock. He felt the kid tense which only made him tighten his asshole around his cock! He growled in the kids air as he felt Lucas’s cum squirt out around his fingers, down his wrist and on the carpet. He used what was on his fingers as a lube and continued to stroke the kid to urge some more out. Lucas did not disappoint. He cried out once more, and came again. This time the man behind him pointed his young cock to the floor, and Lucas watched in horror as his cum splattered all over the carpet. There would be hell to pay.

The man behind him, threw his head back, pulled Lucas in tighter and came with all his fucking might. He caught his breath briefly, slammed into Lucas once more and came again. Then, it was over. He pulled his cock out of the young kid and let go of him. He watched with mild interest as Lucas fell to the floor in an exhausted heap.

He and his buddy smiled at each other reached for their clothes and left the room. When Lucas opened his eyes, and recoiled in horror when he saw his father kneeling before him. Chet reached out and gently caressed his sons cheek. He smiled fondly but the smile and the caress was just a pretense and they both knew it.

“Lucas my son,” he said gently. “That was a good job and worth every penny too. But one thing bothers me.”
“Please dad,” Lucas whispered fearfully. “I’ll clean the rug…I didn’t mean to...”
“Shhhh,” his father replied. He placed the empty gin bottle on the rug next to his son and brought his arm back. When Lucas glanced away to see what he had placed next to him, Chet brought his arm forward in a back-handed motion and struck his young son with all the force his drunken state could muster. 
Lucas curled in a fetal postion and cried silently. Crying out loud would mean worse.
Chet rose to his full height and glared down at the pitiful boy who lay before him. “I warned you not to piss me off,” he said calmly. But you’re just like your fucking brother…you don’t listen. Now maybe, just maybe, you will. Clean this fucking mess up!”
He turned staggered out of the room and closed the door behind him. Then he headed down the stairs.
On the other side of the door, Lucas crawled over to the chair his father had vacated and pulled himself up. He peered into the mirror as the tears rushed down his cheeks. He would have another black eye soon…just like the one he already had.