Forth into Light (The Peter & Charlie Trilogy) (27 page)

“Young and attractive?”

“Oh, very. Very young. Only a boy, but a real man where it matters.”

“Then what’s the problem? Three can be fun.”

“Very much. But this is a special.” A finger twitched against Mike’s hand and Dimitri dropped his eyes.

Mike dug his finger into the wallet and separated three bills from the others.

“
Very
special.” Dimitri inserted a finger beside Mike’s and added three more bills to the ones Mike had selected.

“As special as all that?” It was nearly two hundred dollars. They lifted their eyes simultaneously and looked at each other.

Dimitri’s smile had become complacent. “You know my friend,” he said. “He may be very angry with me for this. He is in love with me. It is Jeff, Mr. Leighton’s son.”

“Jeff!” Mike almost knocked over the remains of his drink with astonishment, accompanied by a tremor of lustful anticipation as his mind was filled with thoughts of the two youths together, of his taking Dimitri with Jeff as audience, of debauching George’s son. The boy was young enough to be led; he and Dimitri could do anything they liked with him. He smiled with acquiescence and removed the six bills from his wallet.

There was a flick of Dimitri’s wrist and the money disappeared. Dimitri winked naughtily. “I am very wicked. But so are you, I think. I don’t know what Jeff will think of us.” He turned efficient as he ducked out from behind the bar. “I will tell the customers they must finish their drinks. Already, the police give us an extra hour because of the big event.”

“Where do you meet Jeff?”

Dimitri gave him a sly, sidelong smile. “We will go to him together. I think you must teach him what you want. He says he likes only the other way. You can teach him while he has me. He will be lucky.”

Mike followed Dimitri out and went to the table where he had been sitting. He had sent the little Swiss on his way an hour ago. A number of people had approached and introduced themselves. He had managed to dismiss them all gracefully. He was glad for a moment alone to prepare himself for the evening’s next phase. So George’s son was a fairy; the extraordinary appeal of the look he had given him just before disappearing earlier in the evening had been as good as a declaration. His being already an adept lessened somewhat Mike’s triumph, but if Dimitri was right about the boy, Mike would teach him some new tricks and leave his mark on him. Everything in him tightened and he unconsciously clenched his jaws at the thought of mounting Jeff, of fucking George’s son.

He watched one table after another being vacated. Soon the place was empty and he rose and returned to the bar where Dimitri was emptying the cash drawer. He glanced at Mike with a smile and a little leer.

“Business has been very good this evening.” He left the bar and crossed the room to a panel of switches and turned out all the lights. He approached Mike in the dark and assessed his sex with his hands.

“There seems to be quite enough. You and Jeff. This is my lucky night.” He darted from him and his splendid body was briefly silhouetted against the night as he closed the doors. He was again in front of Mike, taking his hand and leading him back into the high room.

“What about Jeff? Where does he come in?”

“He’s here. He waits upstairs.”

“You bastard. I could’ve been with him all this time!”

“And use up all your energy so there is none for me?” Dimitri laughed and started up the stairs still guiding him by the hand. He opened the door at the head of the stairs and light flooded from it.

Over Dimitri’s shoulder, Mike saw Jeff start up, dressed, from the bed where he was stretched out. The boy’s eyes widened as he saw that Dimitri was not alone and filled with an odd mixture of delight and consternation as he sprang to his feet. Dimitri was immediately on him, babbling nonsense while Jeff pulled back from him and whispered frantically. Mike passed a bathroom door and entered the room.

It was quite large, furnished in a nondescript fashion, both office and bedroom, with a window giving onto the port. Mike watched as Dimitri subdued Jeff with a kiss. He could see the suspension of resistance become active participation and the two began to pull at each other’s clothes.

Dimitri had Jeff’s shirt unbuttoned and was progressing with the trousers. Jeff wrenched his head away, his mouth open, his flat chest heaving under the open shirt and once more, over Dimitri’s shoulder, shot Mike a look of stricken but intense appeal. There was shrewdness and innocence in it, a young and contradictory look, calculating and open, dependent, fierce. The great eyes burned with untapped, undirected passion.

It sent a shock through Mike’s system. He would have to tame this boy quickly, break him like a colt before he threatened his guards and became a potential danger. He stepped to a chair and began to slip rapidly out of his clothes.

The tumult that was raging in Jeff was too great for him to direct or identify. From thinking that he must greet Mike politely and act as if this were a perfectly normal social occasion, he had been plunged into intimacies with Dimitri that made social conventions irrelevant. It apparently was permissable for two lovers to kiss and exhibit an uninhibited interest in each other’s bodies in front of a third person. He remembered Peter’s admonition to enjoy sex and forced himself to follow Dimitri’s example.

Hands reaching for his sex, intent on bringing it out into full view, shocked him into resistance but the look in Mike’s eyes when their glances caught was so amused, so approving, and, after a second to two, so intent with secret meaning that again Jeff tried to adapt to the situation and participate in an assured, grown-up way.

Except for the open shirt, he was naked now and Dimitri was holding his sex and praising it. Jeff’s hands hesitated on the top of Dimitri’s trousers, wishing for privacy, jealously reluctant to let Mike see the young man who had somehow become his rival. His determination to conceal his inexperience forced him on and in a moment he had stripped Dimitri and flung off his own shirt.

The beauty he uncovered seized his attention. His ideal men, Charlie and Peter, had athlete’s bodies, Renaissance bodies with sculptural definition of muscular structure. Dimitri was a classic drawing, all graceful line, unbroken by muscle or sinew, a body not made for physical exertion but for play. As in a drawing, his sex was discreet but satisfyingly in scale, shadowed with only a light blur of pubic hair. Otherwise, his smooth tanned skin was hairless.

He was so perfect in his way that he momentarily aroused in Jeff a desire to take him in the male way he had thought of as inconceivable. Jeff reached for him, but Dimitri dropped down and began to fondle his sex with his mouth. Jeff stood, his cheeks flaming, exposed and self-conscious, excruciatingly aware of being witnessed, although he had lost track of where Mike was, and prayed that he wouldn’t lose his erection.

It was only a momentary fear. His body gave a leap and he cried out as Mike took him in his arms from behind. His heart raced and his eyesight seemed to dim as his senses were concentrated in the feel of strong arms encircling his chest. He managed to lift his hands to them and press them closer. He became aware of working the muscles of his buttocks, as Dimitri had done with him, to take firmer possession of the flesh that was pressed between them. It felt very bulky. He ran his hands down Mike’s flanks and gripped his hips and pulled them to him. He choked with the heaving of his chest and dropped his head back onto Mike’s shoulder. Mike laughed against his ear.

“You like it, do you? I sort of hoped we’d get together. Have you had it like this before?”

Jeff shook his head and blurted, “Never.” He didn’t have to pretend experience any more. He wanted Mike to know he was taking a virgin. He was aware of wishing Dimitri would leave him alone. He wanted suddenly everything to come from Mike.

Dimitri rose with a laugh. “It’s very hard, very stiff for me. Come. We are all ready now.”

“Later,” Mike said with sharp authority as if he had read Jeff’s mind. “Jeff and I have something to settle between ourselves. You can watch but don’t interfere. Understood?”

“Oh, no. You can’t take——”

“Have you forgotten our arrangement downstairs? Do you want me to——?”

“No, no,” Dimitri agreed hastily. “But if that’s the way it will be you must promise that I’ll be next.”

“Don’t worry. You’re going to get fucked. After all, you’re the pretty one.” It was true. There was no question which of the two Mike would ordinarily find the more attractive. There was more to it than physical appeal with Jeff. There was something about him—a purity that demanded to be defiled?—that nagged at him and taunted him. To make his possession of him more exclusive, he turned him around to face him, concealing his genitals from Dimitri.

Not as an act of resistance, but in order to engage Mike’s attention more completely and consciously, Jeff made himself a dead weight. As he was turned, his eyes tried to encompass all of Mike’s body and imprint it in his mind’s eye.

He saw a plain man’s body, with no beauty but the beauty of strength. A satyr, with a satyr’s coarse body, shaggy and priapic. It was spare and tough and functional. The hair on his chest running down to his belly and over his thighs was the hair common to most men. His romantic dreams dissolved as he embraced reality. Mike’s phallus when pressed up behind him had felt extravagantly big, but as he caught a glimpse of it in close proximity to his own he saw that they were not conspicuously unequal. Mike held him by the biceps and stared into his eyes with a look that was assured on the surface but strangely troubled beneath.

Mike pulled him in roughly and took his mouth. Jeff let himself sink against the chest. Mike’s hands were moving over him and finding places that made everything in him sing. His body was being tuned into a vast humming response to the man who held him. Michael Cochran. He repeated the name in his mind to give familiar substance to the experience he was undergoing. Mike Cochran. Handsome. Celebrated. Mike was going to be his first lover. Mike wanted him. He had chosen him over Dimitri. Mike was going to introduce him to his adult self.

Mike bit his lips hard and he made strangled moaning sounds in his throat but clung closer to him. Mike’s hand slid down between his buttocks. Jeff was seized by a series of small convulsions. A finger probed. Jeff’s body leaped out of control. He tore his mouth from Mike’s, uttering a cry and tightened his arms around him and hung on him, his body writhing against him.

“Jesus, you’re really hot,” Mike said. “Come on.”

Jeff let himself be guided to the bed. He had left the tube Peter had told him to buy on the bedside table and he handed it to Mike without a word and dropped onto the bed and stretched out on his side with his back turned. Immediately, he was obscurely disgusted to be taking part in this group activity, but he knew he was too easily disgusted and he steeled himself to find it perfectly natural. He heard Mike and Dimitri exchange some words, but he couldn’t grasp their meaning. All his thoughts and feelings were so absorbed in Mike that he found himself growing indifferent to Dimitri’s witnessing the act. He had probably watched before. Mike would transport them into a world where only the two of them existed.

His heart was racing and his breath coming in quick gasps. He began to tremble all over. When he felt Mike moving in over him, every exhalation became a groan. Mike moved him over onto his stomach and straddled him and lifted his hips so that he was propped on his knees and elbows. He bit his forearm to keep his teeth from chattering. In a moment he felt Mike guiding his sex between his buttocks. Jeff’s teeth clamped down on his arm as he felt the initial penetration.

Both Mike’s hands were holding his hips, placing them, steadying them as he slowly forced his sex into him. At first, all Jeff felt was terror that a disgusting accident would occur. He was being opened up, his control was giving way, all his insides were bound to spill out. He made a desperate effort to find muscles that would avert the disaster, and then pain struck. He was barely able to choke back a scream. His teeth ground on his own flesh in an attempt to redirect the pain. He had no choice but to forget control and force his body to relax and accept.

The pain instantly became less intense. He felt the penetration growing deeper. His mind reeled and spun off to find comfort in what he had been told. Dimitri’s gauge of pleasure was size. Mike must know by experience that it would work or he wouldn’t attempt it. He forced his buttocks to meet and hasten the excruciating invasion. Mike’s grip tightened on his hips.

“Take it easy,” he warned sharply.

“I want it.” Jeff managed to wrench the words from his heaving chest. It was true, although it was no longer a question of desire but a determination to submit to whatever agony Mike had in store for him. His sex had shrunk limply.

He felt Mike shifting his hips slightly, felt the pain alter direction, and then Mike’s groin came slamming up against his buttocks. For a split second, he was sure that the disaster had occurred, that all his insides were being torn from him, and then the pain vanished so suddenly and completely that within an instant he had forgotten it and was filled with a pride of submission to the column of flesh that had driven into him. He lifted his head and gave a shout of triumph. Mike ran his hands up over his back and gripped his shoulders and pulled him in on himself. Jeff rotated his hips to take him deeper, to savor Mike’s possession of him. A man was using him for pleasure. He felt his sex filling out and lifting once more.

Mike began a rhythmic thrust and withdrawal that gave Jeff the first darting pang of orgasm. A low wail began deep in his throat and continued, climbing the scale and growing in volume, as his body was gripped with ecstatic worship of the flesh within him. Passion whipped his hips and buttocks to a frenzy of welcome. The wail rose and his mouth opened to release it. He heard Mike laugh and then his hands were on his chest and he was pulling him up and back so that he was able to drop his head on Mike’s shoulder once more as the grip of his orgasm tightened. The wail ended in a succession of hoarse barks. All of his body was convulsed. Mike dropped a hand over his sex to contain the ejaculation and massaged his sperm onto him as it jetted from him.