I sniveled. "You guyyyysss! I'm not GAY you know!"
"We know!" they said in unison. Shelly said, "That's not the point. The point is you do those things for Tyler at school, but Tyler's not there now. So there should be someone there to substitute for him. And the kind of guy we're talking about probably wouldn't be gay, either. He'd just be one of these guys that never gets any sex with women. Ooooh, and I just realized," she said, as she turned to Tyler, "What if it was some old, fat guy? You know? Or maybe he's just like really... rough and scuzzy, you know? Oh my god, just think how hot it would be for him, watching us by skype... he'd get to watch real, LIVE sex instead of watching videos at the porn place... and while he's watching us, Davey could be sucking him off and licking his ass or whatever he wanted... and he'd know he wouldn't have to worry about Davey because Davey's dick is locked up. Oh my gaaahhhhhhhhd! That'd be soooo hot!"
I whined. "You guys... I can't bring some strange guy back here to my house! What am I supposed to tell my parents??"
"You can go to his house," Tyler said. "Just take your computer and skype from there."
"You guys. Please don't make me do this. What am I supposed to do, go into the place and wander around and ask every guy I see if he wants to... to... go to his house and..."
"No, Davey, here's what you do: Go in there and sit in one of those booths and just watch videos. If the booth has a door, leave it open, but sometimes there's no door. When I've been in those places, guys will just lurk around, and one will poke his head into your booth. If you ignore him, he'll go away, because he knows you're not interested in what he's got in mind. But if you look at him, and say hello, he'll ask to join you. So all you have to do is look at him. He'll take it from there. He'll ask YOU if you wanna do something. He might ask if you want to come out to his car, or go get a hotel room, or whatever.
"So just go in there and make yourself bait. That's all you have to do. When he finds out you're interested, wait for the right time and tell him you want to go to his place, and why. Tell him about us, and how we're gonna skype, and all that."
Shelly added, "Make sure he's an old guy, too. Preferably fat."
"Yeah," Tyler agreed. "If a younger guy comes by, don't look at him. Let him move on. Wait for an old, fat guy, haha."
So that night, I asked my parents to borrow the car so I could visit friends. After they went to bed, around 10:00, I jumped in the car, with my laptop, and drove to the seedy little porn shop at the Bellewood exit off the interstate. There was a truckstop at that exit, too, and a motel. All my life, I knew that little porn shop was there, but I'd never been in it. I figured it was probably mostly frequented by people passing through, but surely some local people went in there, too. I prayed to God none would be in there tonight to recognize me.
I followed Tyler's instructions and, after getting a fistful of quarters from the clerk, settled down into one of the viewing booths. Sure enough, men would appear like so many ghosts out of the shadows, and just hang around outside my door. Trying to judge their age with my peripheral vision, I reckoned the first three or four to be too young. But then a scraggly-looking man with a big beer belly darkened the entrance, and when I glanced up at his face, I guessed him to be in his 40s, or maybe even 50s. In a raspy voice, he said, "Hi. How 'bout some company?"
"OK," I said, nervously. He waddled into the booth, which was small enough that his belly nearly bumped against my face, then he turned around and started to sit. I realized I'd have to scoot way over to make room on the little bench for his wide behind. He grunted and wheezed as he sat. I was practically scrunched against the side wall.
Then he turned his face toward me, licked his lips, and said, "Hmmm. You're a spring chicken, ain't ya?" He had a thick Southern accent, so I knew he wasn't from Bellewood. "Must be a naughty little fagboy, hangin' 'round here lookin' for ol' bears like me."
Ol' bears?? I didn't even know what the hell he was talking about, but I didn't really have time to think about it, as he immediately reached around to fondle me, pull up my shirt and look at my chest, which he said he liked because it wasn't hairy. "Skinny little faggot, too, aren'tcha?" He was very intimidating as he leaned into me. His head was above the level of mine, and as he leaned in, I reflexively leaned away. But two walls kept me from really going anywhere. I felt his beard on my face as he took my earlobe in his mouth, and held it in his teeth, biting on it a little. He plopped his fat fingers right on my crotch, and I quickly took in breath. "God damn," he said, "Hard as a rock already. Horny lil' fucker... Wait. Wait a minute... That yer dick? That ain't yer dick, what is that?"
"Um... it's a ... it's a ... chastity device."
"Ha ha ha. Chazzy what? What the hell's a chazzy device?"
"Um... well... um... can we, uh... can we, maybe... go outside? So I can explain it to you, and ... um... explain why I'm here?"
"Heh heh. I think I know why you're here. I'll tell ya what, I'll do you one better. Let's go to my truck. It's right over here at the truck stop. C'mon."
Ah. A trucker. Well, this probably wouldn't work. Since the man wasn't local, we couldn't go to his house. And if he was a trucker, he probably wouldn't want to get a motel room. But when we got outside, I immediately started explaining the situation to the man. I wanted to finish before we got to his truck, because I really didn't want to get in it with him. I told him there was a couple, both 19 years old, who had the key to my chastity tube. For all practical purposes, I was their slave, and they were 12 hours away, so there was no way the device was coming off my dick that night. But they had made me come to the porn shop to find a man like him, who might want to watch them have sex by skype, and meanwhile use me for his pleasure.
"Hot... damn!" he said. "My lucky night. Yours too. I got satellite internet in my truck, boy. You call up your ... your masters there... or whatever you call 'em, and tell 'em we're in business!"
"Um... OK," I said (thoroughly disappointed). I called Tyler to tell him the news. He wanted to speak to the man, so I handed off my phone, and meanwhile got my laptop from my parents' car.
The man's name was Dale. He was 46, a long-haul trucker who lived in South Carolina but traveled all over the country. He had never been married but had had occasional live-in girlfriends. His time on the road always made these relationships untenable, plus, as he'd gotten older, he'd developed a taste for young men, even though he insisted he wasn't gay. He'd just found that all over the country were "horny lil' faggots" who would do whatever he wanted, for free, and not expect him to do anything at all for them. He had a DVD player in his truck and would watch heterosexual porn while getting serviced by such young men. This was going to be even better.
I felt very vulnerable when we climbed into his sleeper cab and he pulled the curtain. He took up most of the space back there, and I felt dwarfed. Tyler and Shelly made it clear that Dale could do anything he wanted to me, and that I'd do anything he wanted for him.
He took full advantage. I had to suck Dale's dick, and lick his sweaty balls. "Been drivin' all day, boy, I know I must be sweaty down there." While he watched Shelly suck Tyler's dick, he made me lay on my back, and he got on his knees and straddled my chest. Facing the computer, and away from me, he stroked his dick while he sat on my face. Bringing his huge butt down on my mouth, he said, "Lick my hemorrhoids, ya little faggot." I almost gagged at the thought, plus I could see brown streaks when he spread his butt cheeks. "I had me a nice shit after dinner tonight, too... Not sure I wiped real good. You can take care o' that for me, though. Yeah, get yer little faggot tongue in there. Good boy."
I coughed a couple times to keep from gagging as I licked his sweaty, stinky ass. I heard Shelly say, "Oh my gahhhhhd. Look, Tyler. That is SOOOO hot. Dale... can you put the camera where we can see his chastity tube? Is his dick head pokin' out? Oh my god, it is, look. Look, it's poking out the end."
"Yep," said Dale. "Yer lil' slaveboy's leakin', too. Looka that." He showed them how I was oozing pre-cum from the end of my dick. Then he started flicking the head of my dick with his finger. I grunted, and flinched with my hips, as he flicked it over and over. "Mmmmmmph!" I complained, but he kept flicking, while Shelly said, "Oh my gahhhd, that's hot. Dale... do you wanna put a finger in his butt? Will you?"
"Whatever you want, little lady," he answered, and started fingering my butthole with one had while still flicking my dickhead with the other. This obviously distracted me from what I was supposed to be doing, so Dale said, "Hey, boy! I didn't tell ya to stop lickin' did I? Better keep that tongue workin', boy, I might have to take my belt to ya."
