Below the Boarder

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Craig Donner clinks his bottle of Samuel Adams against the lip of my martini glass and provides, “Come clean with this guy. Let him know you want to jack your load into his system.”

“That’s easy for you say,” I reply, and take a sip of my dry martini.

We are inside Craig’s man cave, underneath his house. His two houseboys/employees/lovers, Joey and Tommy, are at a party this evening, celebrating a twink’s birthday in the city, which gives me plenty of time to catch up with my friend, and Craig’s c**k a break from their two tight and demanding boy-asses.

The man cave is everything Craig loves: open bar, plasma flat-screen the size of a four-passenger vehicle, heated leather armchairs, surround sound, and a small refrigerator loaded with fatty treats. Vintage jazz plays on the stereo. Craig likes his Louis Armstrong. The room is a place away from the rest of the world, sort of a private club for gay guys who act straight, just like us.

“Press yourself up against him, cup his balls with your right hand, give them a little squeeze, and tell him that you plan to f**k his ass.” Craig is always so blunt and to the point. Never has he been politically correct. The guy is tumbly-rough, hardcore masculine, but still likes to suck c**k.

“Is that what you said to your two houseboys?” The boys have been living with him for the last eight months. They do chores around the house, cook, and clean. All three of them f**k around and sleep together, enjoying each other’s company to their fullest.

“As a matter of fact, I did.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

He laughs, gulps down some of his Adams, studies me in a half-buzzed manner, and confesses rather richly, “Trust me, this guy is teasing you. He wants a daddy, and you just happen to be available for the position. The tie incident alone screams that he wants you to suck his dick.”

“What about when I watched him in the bathroom drying off? You think he was teasing me now?”

Craig nods his head. “Does a queen down three c***s in a gay bar’s bathroom on a Friday night?”

Question answered. Shame on me for even asking it in the first place.

I decide on a second martini. What the hell, right? I’m in good company, and the conversation is top-notch stuff. I rise from my chair, walk up to the brown leather bar, begin to create the drink, and inquire, “What’s it like being a daddy, Craig?”

“A power trip all the way. My boys like to be told to do things. If I want my ass licked, they fight over it. If I want a blowjob, both of them go to town on my knob at the same time until I come. It’s like I’m a competition for them. They can’t get enough order from me.”

“Do they pay rent?”

“They used to. Now, I give them food and board, and all the s*x they want. The conditions seem to work just fine.”

“What if they want to have s*x with other guys?”

“They can do whatever they want to do. My rules are simple, which they know and respect. Always use condoms. No drug use in the house. No unsafe s*x. No stealing. No lies.”

“Do they ever break any of the rules?” I have the martini mixed and take a swig of it; smooth, refreshing, and exactly what I need.

“Not as of yet. But, when they do…I will kick them out and immediately replace them with a new boy.”

“Do they know they will be replaced if they f**k up?”

“Absolutely. I think they get off knowing this.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“Dead serious. My two boys wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Food for thought,” I say and take another sip of my martini, and consume Craig’s information like a sponge, absorbing it to the fullest.