Deals, I hate them. More or less, just because if I don't keep my word than I blew up a bridge that might be important later. The one deal I hate the most is my most current one, however, before I tell you the deal and the story surrounding it, you need to understand me as well as a few... important details.
My name is Kyle. I live in Georgia. I'm 28 years old and stand a few inches over six feet. For a few years now I have been out of the proverbial closet, well with my friends at least.
Before he got remarried to some slut from California, my next door neighbor, Jason and I used to fuck around every other night. Part of me misses those days. Being alone in his bed while he slowly undressed in front of me.
Button by button, his work shirt would loose just a little slack and half way hide his dark tan chest. His chest was always kept sculpted due to his work outs. Once the last button was undone, he would even more slowly take it off.
It was hot torture. If I moved to try and help him with any thing, he would put whatever back on and I would have to talk him into screwing around. When I did talk him back into it, the damn fool would move even slower. I figured that out quick, but the prize was always worth the wait. Underneath his black slacks and admist a thick jungle, he carried a huge dick, about a good ten inches long and four thick.
Most of the time, Jason would then drop to his knees and crawl like a panther stalking his unknowing prey. All I could ever do was watch his tight ass sway in the air. Once he reached the edge of the bed, he would leap onto it and spread himself out, ready to kill. With a blink of my eyes, he would be on top of me as the bed shifts with the sudden change in mass location. From there, it was the end of sweet Jason until he climaxed deep inside of me. All I have left to say about this is, good thing that the only other immediate neighbor besides me, was an old deaf woman.
Not long after he married wife number 2, Logan moved in. Logan is the eldest son of Jason's first wife, from a different father. He was Jason's oldest stepson.
Don't get me wrong, when Logan and I were growing up together, we were good friends even though I was six years his senior. But after his mom divorced his dad and eventually got around to dumping Jason, I found that the stud was beyond restraint once I was legal.
Now faast forward to present day. I'm 28 and Logan is 22. The more I think about it, Logan no w looks much different in comparison to when he first moved in ten years azgo. He has filled out well and is still a few inches shorter than me. He has also become slightly tan. The muscles on his chest aren't the only ones to have grown or at least from what I can tell.
Now I can completely explain my twisted deal. Last year Jason was suppose to take Logan out to get his 'I'm 21 and can drink now' ID as well as for his first legal beer. However, he was out with the slut he married not long before Logan entered the picture. If I took Logan to get the ID and drinks, Jason would pay for them and would not ask about anything that happened.
For some reason, I said yes. Tonight is the night my deal takes place. It is little after five in the afternoon and Logan and I have just finished getting his ID.
"Thanks Ky for bringing me. It's a shame Jay couldn't bring me," Logan says as he gives me the same old hug.
"Your welcome," I tell him as I shake his head.
"So where are we going for drinks?" he asks as we step out into the fading light of October.
"I know this bar way across town that pours a stiff drink, so I figured that's the place I would take you. Unless you have a better idea." I tell him as we get in the car.
"A better idea than going to some bar that will without a doubt get me drunk and possibly laid, is there one?" he laughs.
I laugh with him as it dawns on me, he's still a virgin. He was a very athletic kid, not to mention out going and easy to look at. I remember Logan always having a girl on his arm. The latest one was hot little redhead. She seemed a little easy to me and I could tell she was only a few days away from being barely legal. Oh well, their loss, but I'm determined to make it my gain.
We make small talk and take turns driving as we spend hours getting lost. Finally after about four hours of getting lost and than getting lost on purpose, I have Logan pull off of the dirt road we had been driving on for the last hour and park next to this old beat up truck.
"Okay but why are we parking here?" he asks, cutting off the car.
Whack. "Stupid question. This is the parking lot. Don't you see the other cars?" I tell him as I hop out before he can retaliate for the hit to the back of his head.
"I will get you back. Don't waste your breath, I already know the deal. 'Follow me and do nothing unless told'," he says as he gets out and locks the car.
By a mix of moonlight and phone light, we follow the road for, as my grandmother use to say while she was alive, a spell before a foot path split off.
"Turn off the phone city boy and give me your hand," I command as I make fun of the fact that he was originally from Cincinnati and moved down here a couple months after he was born.
"Why?" he questions as the phone vibrates off and disappears into the pocket of his jeans.
"Because I don't want to play a game of ' protect my grouch and run from the wolves' just because that damn contraption goes off. And I sure as hell don't wanna get bit trying to save your ass while I play the game. Now hold my hand and keep quieter than a church mouse at midnight mass!," I scold as I grab his crouch with enough force that I might as well given a swift punch.
I make a mental note of what his manhood felt like as he doubles over. It was roughly five inches long and four in diameter. Granted it was flaccid but it wouldn't be long now before I saw and felt it rock hard. I couldn't help but compare it to Jason's. Which by the way, a couple years ago Jason left his second wife, because she got knocked up by the man she was seeing behind his back, and Logan moved into a dorm at some college so he could be the person that puts you under in order for doctors to do open heart surgery. Now with the wife gone and the step kid now living mostly away, Jason and I fuck almost like jack rabbits, nonstop. As I expected he has a few gray hairs around his dick and on his chest, but for me that just makes the sex all the hotter.
After a few minutes, he stands back up and holds out his hand. Mind you not before giving me the 'I have words for you once I can talk again' look. Tired of standing out in the woods with the night life biting me, I grab his hand and silently start walking on the path. Shortly, small paper lanterns start showing up. We follow them for what felt like hours into the heart of the forest. I say this because the lanterns light a path that is shrouded by many pine trees taller than most. All concepts of time are quickly lost.
We keep to only where we can see the path and are careful not to make much noise, until they come to an end. Just outside of the light, a small orange light flutters toward us.
"Keep your tongue." I whisper into his ear. He replies with a nod.
The light keeps coming until the source is reviled. My favorite guide, Taemi, is carrying another lantern. The bar employs men to guide patrons and keep local fauna from hunting in the area. I say he is my favorite because he never wears all of his uniform. A winged mask hides his scared face like the magenta kimono trousers hides muscular legs and black tabi socks hide his feet inside of his geta. Only his defined torso is exposed. All so, we are regular fuck buddies and I've been able to talk Jason into having a three way with him. I have plenty of stories about us but that's not now.
