bathroom and Gabriel pouring his scotch. Then the old lawyer brought out his party favors to show the boys, about a gram of crystal meth so clean it looked like a bag of crushed-up glass.
“Damn, Donny, check this out. Fucking Gabriel’ s got the shit. Damn it, Gabriel, you must have one hell of a connect. Where’d you get this shit?”
“It’s not polite to ask, Richard. You boys just enjoy. Let’s make a part y of it. Help yourselves.” Gabriel popped open his briefcase and extracted his bottle of blue pills. He shook out two onto the table and swallowed one with his scotch. He waited patiently as the two young men pulled glass pipes from their pockets and began to stick little shards of the drug into each. He admired the boys, looking at their jeans, their crotches. He was free to stare at them as much as he liked. He was already getting hard.
Soon the boys were high, distracted, but not enough to forget about their plan. Rich took off his jeans and underwear and Donny removed his T-shirt. Gabriel got out his lobster bib and took his place on the floor.
Donny, sensing the time was right, moved across the room and took the ce ll phone out of Big Rich’s jean-jacket, then he moved behind Gabriel’s right shoulder and readied the phone.
Big Rich began his show. The y didn’t call him Big Rich for nothing. He fondled himself close to the old man’s face and got himself hard. He grunted and made faces and said to Gabriel, “You like that? You want to touch it, lick it? Go ahead? You’re a dirty old man. Go ahead, touch it.”
Gabriel sat in front of Rich with his pants undone and pulled below his waist. Moaning softly, he began to stroke himself with one hand and grab at Rich’s balls with the other.
Donny began filming.
Through the len s of the phone, the scene appeared, even to Donny’s jaded eyes, decadent and perverse; Rich shaking his hips and stroking his cock, the bibbed old man on his knees begging for the young man to let go on his face. Donny envisioned what someone else would see when they viewed the footage. They would be disgusted.
During the performance, Gabriel turned to Donny, “Donny, what are you doing back there ? Why aren’t you in front of me? Let me see you. Are you on your phone?”
“I’m only texting someone, just a sec, I’ll be right there.” But Donny kept on rolling, moving around the room, arm extended, capturing the scene from every angle possible. He waited until Big Rich was finished, and the old man was in the most humiliating position possible, then he turned off the phone. He stood behind Gabriel and grinned at Big Rich, giving him a big thumbs-up.
The tone of their evening immediately changed. The boys began acting less like guests and more like hosts. They did what they liked without asking, they declined a repeat performance and fixed in the main suite instead of the bathroom.
If Gabriel was taken aback by their rudeness, their sudden lack of respect for him, he hid it. He opened his briefcase, took out his tablet and keyboard and began to work as he had last time. Big Rich reminded him that he hadn’t paid for their services and Gabriel dutifully dropped two one-hundred dollar bills on the table and then added another fifty, saying, “I’m a little tired, boys. I was wondering if we could call it a night. I’d like to take a nap here in the room before I head back home.”
“We don’t get to stay here tonight?” said Big Rich.
“If you wouldn’t mind, just this one time.”
“That’s all right. We got shit to do anyway,” Donny said. He was anxious to get away from the old man and cop more junk.
“When’s next time gonna be?” asked Rich.
“Soon, soon. I’ll call you.”
The boys gathered their few thi ngs: jeans, their jackets, what paraphernalia they’d left lying around. Rich picked up the money, gave Donny one of the hundreds and pocketed the other two bills. When they were ready, they looked at Gabriel who was already laying
“Damn, Donny, check this out. Fucking Gabriel’ s got the shit. Damn it, Gabriel, you must have one hell of a connect. Where’d you get this shit?”
“It’s not polite to ask, Richard. You boys just enjoy. Let’s make a part y of it. Help yourselves.” Gabriel popped open his briefcase and extracted his bottle of blue pills. He shook out two onto the table and swallowed one with his scotch. He waited patiently as the two young men pulled glass pipes from their pockets and began to stick little shards of the drug into each. He admired the boys, looking at their jeans, their crotches. He was free to stare at them as much as he liked. He was already getting hard.
Soon the boys were high, distracted, but not enough to forget about their plan. Rich took off his jeans and underwear and Donny removed his T-shirt. Gabriel got out his lobster bib and took his place on the floor.
Donny, sensing the time was right, moved across the room and took the ce ll phone out of Big Rich’s jean-jacket, then he moved behind Gabriel’s right shoulder and readied the phone.
Big Rich began his show. The y didn’t call him Big Rich for nothing. He fondled himself close to the old man’s face and got himself hard. He grunted and made faces and said to Gabriel, “You like that? You want to touch it, lick it? Go ahead? You’re a dirty old man. Go ahead, touch it.”
Gabriel sat in front of Rich with his pants undone and pulled below his waist. Moaning softly, he began to stroke himself with one hand and grab at Rich’s balls with the other.
Donny began filming.
Through the len s of the phone, the scene appeared, even to Donny’s jaded eyes, decadent and perverse; Rich shaking his hips and stroking his cock, the bibbed old man on his knees begging for the young man to let go on his face. Donny envisioned what someone else would see when they viewed the footage. They would be disgusted.
During the performance, Gabriel turned to Donny, “Donny, what are you doing back there ? Why aren’t you in front of me? Let me see you. Are you on your phone?”
“I’m only texting someone, just a sec, I’ll be right there.” But Donny kept on rolling, moving around the room, arm extended, capturing the scene from every angle possible. He waited until Big Rich was finished, and the old man was in the most humiliating position possible, then he turned off the phone. He stood behind Gabriel and grinned at Big Rich, giving him a big thumbs-up.
The tone of their evening immediately changed. The boys began acting less like guests and more like hosts. They did what they liked without asking, they declined a repeat performance and fixed in the main suite instead of the bathroom.
If Gabriel was taken aback by their rudeness, their sudden lack of respect for him, he hid it. He opened his briefcase, took out his tablet and keyboard and began to work as he had last time. Big Rich reminded him that he hadn’t paid for their services and Gabriel dutifully dropped two one-hundred dollar bills on the table and then added another fifty, saying, “I’m a little tired, boys. I was wondering if we could call it a night. I’d like to take a nap here in the room before I head back home.”
“We don’t get to stay here tonight?” said Big Rich.
“If you wouldn’t mind, just this one time.”
“That’s all right. We got shit to do anyway,” Donny said. He was anxious to get away from the old man and cop more junk.
“When’s next time gonna be?” asked Rich.
“Soon, soon. I’ll call you.”
The boys gathered their few thi ngs: jeans, their jackets, what paraphernalia they’d left lying around. Rich picked up the money, gave Donny one of the hundreds and pocketed the other two bills. When they were ready, they looked at Gabriel who was already laying
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