Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2024 13:51:28 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Torturing Kyle

For the purpose of this story, I've renamed the characters and changed the
location. I haven't changed the jucier bits of this true tale.

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Winter in the northern part of the U.S. can get rough. January's snow was
double what it had been the previous year. As a result, part of the roof
covering the back porch and the little shed collapsed. Kyle's father was
glaring out the kitchen window at the damage when Kyle came in.

"Not good," Kyle said, shaking his head.

"No shit. It's going to cost a fucking small fortune to fix it."

Choosing not to make his father madder by asking about where he'd find the
money, Kyle got some cereal and milk and headed to the table. His father
swallowed the rest of his coffee in one gulp and left the cup in the
sink. Before leaving for the day, the bearish man pulled his son's head
forward, gave its top a kiss, and muttered something about love and him
being the best thing about his life. Kyle's cheeks got red but he loved how
his father's love for him was never more than a few words away from any
conversation they had.

Kyle shoved in a spoonful of sugary garbage and watched his dad pull on his
winter coat. It made him a little sad to see the man's muscles covered by
the down of his jacket.

 After he finished his breakfast, Kyle got dressed and headed out to
school. The day was long and tiring. Thursdays were always that way because
band practice seemed to drag on when they had to run scales. At the close
of practice, he cut across the back of the school and a few yards to get to
his house. Coming into the kitchen, he was surprised at what he saw.

A bearish man in a dark blue t-shirt, painted-on jeans, and workboots was
standing next to the back door. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a trimmed
beard, and a thick mustache like the one the Leather Man in the Village
People had. Kyle smirked, knowing way too much about 70s music than any kid
his age had a right to. The man nodded at him when he came into the
kitchen.

"You gotta be Kyle."

"Why do I gotta be?" The kid asked, dropping his backpack in a chair. "I
could be Danny."

"Your dad said you'd be home first."

"Right," Kyle said, going to get some cookies from the cabinet. "Danny's
always the last one home -- and why the hell did I say that?"

"I'm James," Bear Leather Man said, holding out a hand.

The smirk faded as Kyle took the man's hand and thick fingers folded over
his own. The touch sent a primal charge through his body. His dick swelled
in his pants. His palms got sweaty. His dick pulsed against the hard metal
of his zipper. His mouth went dry. His dick was straining hard.

"What are you doing in my house?"

James smiled, deep dimples forming in his tanned cheeks. "I'll be in your
house a lot for the next few months. Your dad's hired me to fix the roof."

Kyle tried not to think about his dick as he studied the man's rounded face
and thick mustache. Just over the start of his beard, James' thick bottom
lip looked like it might enjoy being bitten. Kyle knew he'd enjoy biting
it, for sure.

"Good, you guys are getting acquainted."

Kyle's attention stayed on James, who still held his hand. The Bear Leather
Man was shorter than his dad but taller than Kyle. His dark t-shirt had wet
stains under the arms and a tear in the front that showed his chest
hair. He didn't have to image what it smelled like under that shirt because
the scent in the small kitchen was strong and pungent. Kyle felt the
release of James' hand on his and didn't know what to do with himself.

Kyle heard something about a tool, a few words about snow, and the last
half of a question about dinner from his father. He saw the dip of James'
jeans when the man jammed a hand into one pocket and laughed at one or two
of the words his dad said. Thick, dark hair appeared under the hem of his
shirt, disappearing into the jeans. No underwear, Kyle thought. Fuck, he
doesn't wear underwear. Kyle tried to focus on the second question about
dinner but James' jeans dipped a little more as the man shoved in a second
hand to the other pocket.

"Cock."

"What?"

"Cook," Kyle corrected himself. "I'll cook...if you don't want to go out."

"James is going to treat, son. That's why I asked, twice, where you want to
go."

"Wherever he's going," Kyle said, looking into the man's brown eyes. "I'm
good with going wherever he's going. " The kid smirked again. "To want to
eat, I mean."

Waffle House ended up being their destination for dinner. Kyle sat across
from James and next to his father. Off to one side, the men paid him little
attention. This meant he could memorize the thick vein in James' neck and
the one ion his bicep, or the way his shirt stretched tight across his
pecs. Quarter-sized nipples made his chest portion bulge. Kyle thought
about biting again. Guys in porn liked to have their nipples bitten, right?
Bear Leather Men really liked that kind of thing and Kyle thought he might
like doing it to this Man.

James had a nice laugh, deep and genuine. He didn't talk down to Kyle and
tried to include him the conversation. Not knowing much about construction,
Kyle just listened. He chimed in when he thought what he had to say was
relevant.

After they paid the check, Kyle's dad handed James the keys to the truck
and told him to go warm it up. Kyle jumped at the chance to be alone in the
truck with Bear Leather Man and followed him out. Inside the cab, he tried
not to be too obvious but he wanted to get the majority of the man's musky
scent in his nose. James started the truck, then adjusted the rearview
mirror. The scent hit him so hard, Kyle thought he might pass out or fill
his jeans with fresh spunk.

"How old are you?"

"I'm uh...'teen."

"You mumbled a little."

"Just turned...sixteen."

James looked around the parking lot, then picked a point across it to set
his eyes on. "I'm not going to jail over some horny sixteen-year old, which
means I'm not laying a hand on you. Got me?"

"I'm not...."

"Yeah, yeah. You're not gay, you're just admiring my crotch, my tits, and
my ass whenever you get the chance. Sure, kid. You're not gay -- and I'm
not old enough to be your dad."

Kyle's crotch swelled to twice its size when James lifted his arm again,
bringing his hand to the back of his head. The source of the wild scent was
inches away from his face. The damp circle was lower than he remembered it
and three times as potent.

"Breathe it in, kid," James said, his eye still on the spot across the
parking lot. "You're not the first young 'un to get turned on by the smell
of a man who could fuck you halfway into the next month before you knew
what was happening."

"F...fuck...me?"

James chuckled. "Don't worry, kid. You've got another two years before I'll
even think of slipping into your pale back gate."

"My...what?"

"Your dad's coming out. You got about three minutes if you want one more
pull on the pit."

Kyle leaned in and drew in a deep breath. The force of the smell caused a
wide, dark circle to appear on his crotch front. He pulled his coat over
himself, thankful he'd worn it and not his usual hoodie. James chuckled
again, a deeper, throatier sound. Seconds later, the door opened and Kyle's
dad got in, forcing Kyle against James. As the man pulled out of the lot,
the scent of maleness filled the small cab.

The drive home was torture for Kyle.

While not big, the house Kyle shared with his father was big enough for
them to move around and not always be on top of one another. The sudden
addition of James changed this. Working on the roof, when the January
weather allowed, meant the man was always interrupting their set
routines. He was in bed before they were, up before they were, and he
bathed at strange times, making the bathroom unavailable when it always had
been.

Toward the end of January, after a fresh snowfall, Kyle heard the news of
school being canceled before heading to the bathroom for a shower. Lying on
his back, staring at the ceiling, he heard the water turn on. He'd heard
his father downstairs, singing. James had to be the one stepping under the
spray. Easing a hand under his covers, he pictured the Bear Leather Man
soaking himself, running his fingers through the hair on his chest and
stomach. Kyle's cock swelled in his hand as the visual took shape. He
stroked himself a few times before an idea came to him.

Slipping out of bed, he eased into the hallway. Singing downstairs told him
the coast was clear. To his surprise, he found the bathroom door open. No
wonder he heard the running water so clear. His heart threatened to pound
through his chest as he crouched down and prepared himself to peek at the
shower's occupant. It only sped up when he actually did the peeking.

"Fuck me," Kyle whispered.

Water ran down the man's hairy back to the perfect shelf of ass. It eased
into the prominent crack, then down two powerful legs. It made swirls of
hair in some places while streaking it in others. James' shoulders worked
as he lathered himself. The man's neck, his back, hell, his whole body was
not like the guys in the porn Kyle watched. It was better because it was
real. Hard, manual labor made this body so it had the signature. Kyle's
mouth went dry as he watched the man wedge his fingers into his crack to
clean himself there.

"My god," the kid sighed, watching James really get into it. "Let me have a
taste, you bastard."

Seconds before James turned, Kyle pulled himself out of the doorway. Back
against the wall, he tried to will his dick back into submission but it
bobbed out in front of his crotch, demanding attention. Holding its base,
he gave it a few strokes, hoping to satisfy it long enough to get back to
his room.

The water ran for a few more minutes before shutting off.

Kyle glanced down the hall. The last thing he needed was to get caught by
his father, naked and spying on their houseguest while jerking off to what
he saw. He heard the quiet 'thwip' of the towel being pulled from the
rack. Kyle got a second brilliant idea.

Standing, he mustered his courage.

"Morning," he said, coming around the corner and striding toward the
toilet. "Sorry...can't hold it!"

The brazen intrusion into his own bathroom afforded Kyle a brief look at
the plump piece swinging between James' legs. Of course, this made it
almost impossible for him to piss with a full hardon but the image would
stay with him. Because of the angle of the shower to the toilet, he could
close his eyes and count, or pinch his lower stomach, anything to will his
hardon to go away.

The stream of piss was a relief in more than one way.

Its end was another matter. Its end meant he had to turn around.

"Morning," James said, when he did. "No school today, I hear. Guess you'll
be sticking around here with me, huh?"

Look him in the eyes, Kyle told himself as he nodded. Do not look down. Do
not look down. Do NOT look down. Look him in the eyes like a reverse
Medusa.

A good three feet separated the wet man from the shivering Kyle. Both of
their naked bodies were visible to the other but neither appeared to
notice. James dried his chest, then his stomach, then the valuables between
his legs. He didn't keep his eyes locked on Kyle, but went on about his
regular morning routine.

Kyle flushed, then went to wash his hands. Before he could leave the small
room, James stepped into the doorway, towel in hand. "Don't keep doing this
to yourself, kiddo. I'm flattered, your reaction to me, and all. There's no
way I'm touching a minor. Okay?"

"Who says I want you to touch me, gramps?"

"Long as we understand each other, kid."

The man wrapped the towel around his waist and disappeared from the
bathroom. Kyle closed the door, restarted the water, and stepped into the
spray without waiting for it to get warm. The spike in temperature toward
the cold side helped ease the tension. It also made his hardon completely
disappear in the best way.

Time in the now-three-man household was a weird thing. When snow allowed
Kyle to go to school, things were good. When it didn't, when time slowed to
crawl, there wasn't much to do but find reasons to avoid the hunky Bear
Leather Man occupying the cramped guest-room and fixing their roof. January
gave way to February and the intermittent snow was not cooperating.

"What's going on for Valentine's Day?"

Kyle looked up from his eggs. "I told you about the dance, already."

"Right. I'm sorry. Did you need money or anything?"

He watched his dad fuss with the tail of his shirt, trying to get it tucked
in. "I need to get a gift before the dance. Nothing too much, though. Tim's
not a flowers and chocolate type."

"Don't scrimp on your date, son. Treat this boy right, like you'd want to
be treated."

"I am. I'm not a flower and chocolate type, either. I was thinking a gaming
gift card or some points toward a new system. Something he'll use."

Pouring his coffee, the man nodded his agreement. "This isn't weird for
you, is it? Having James here while he's doing the work? It makes it easier
for him and doesn't end up costing me a small fortune because he's not
driving back and forth."

"Nah, it's all good. I get why he's here."

"Good. If it gets weird, you let me know. What time is the dance? You and
Tim need a ride?"

"It's at six. Tim's mom is going to drive us over. She's one of the
chaperones. She's also not attached to anyone, if you're lookin' to maybe,
come along."

"Subtle." The man said with a smile. "I'll pass on the matchmaking but I'd
be glad to chaperone if you don't think it'd be weird."

Kyle got up and took his plate to the sink. "What's with you and thinking
everything is going to be weird? You're the one making things weird."

While rinsing the plate, he glanced out to where James was standing on the
ladder. The man's perfect crotch was framed by the lower rungs. Kyle wished
it was summer so he could go out and ease the man's zipper down, free his
sweet piece, and slip it into his mouth like in the porn clips.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you," Kyle lied. "Just so you're happy, tell me again."

The man sighed. "If you and Tim want to come back here, after the dance,
I'm all right with it. Just make sure his parents know where he's going to
be."

"Does it bother you that Tim's older than me? That he'll be eighteen before
I will?"

"Where's this going so I know what question I'm answering?"

"Tim and I are having sex." Kyle faced his father. "We have been for about
a year. What happens when he's an adult and I'm...not?"

"It sounds like a cop-out but what I don't know..."

"I'm the top. The one giving. Most times. I've gotten it a few times. The
dick, I mean."

"I sort of pieced that together for myself but thanks for clarifying."

Kyle raked his fingers through thick red hair. "Age is just a number,
right?"

"Well, so are the numbers on a prison sentence so the two of you just need
to be smart about what you're doing and when."

"Got it," Kyle said. "Good day at work, today."

The man came over, pulled his son's head forward. "You, too, kiddo." He
kissed the crown of the boy's head, then left for work.

"Jesus," Kyle said, glancing out the window again at the ladder-framed
crotch he wanted to taste. "Why's his pants got to be so damned tight?"

The day of the Valentine's dance arrived and the morning went well. Kyle
got ready for school without incident, had breakfast with his father, and
avoided all contact with Bear Leather Man. He met Tim by his locker and
they walked to their first class holding hands. They separated for their
second and third, then met up again for their fourth. They managed to find
a few minutes of quiet time before lunch, and spent it making out.

"Your mom's still driving us, right?"

Tim kissed the smooth skin below Kyle's ear. "Why're you so nervous about
this? I told you she was. Twice. Stop stressing."

"You're still coming over, after, right?"

"You kidding? A whole two hours without anybody watching our every move?
Fuck, yes!"

"I've told you about James."

"Is Bear Leather Man going to be supervising our time together?" Tim asked,
kissing Kyle's lower lip. "Maybe we could just make a video for him to
watch...for us to watch, later."

"Hold on, okay? I'm serious."

Tim pulled back. "Yes, you've told me about your crushing on this hot man
living in your house. Yes, you've told me he's going to be home after the
dance. What else is there to tell?"

"I watched him yesterday morning. Before school."

Tim's brown eyes lit up with interest. "Watched him, watched him?"

"He was lying against the head of the bed. Legs spread. He was pulling on
one of his nipples and...I can't tell you this, then go to lunch with a
hardon."

Tim got to his knees. "You tell me the story, lover. Let me and my mouth do
the rest. If this hot, hairy fuck gets you this excited, I'm damn sure
going to take advantage of it."

Closing his eyes, Kyle described sneaking down the hall and easing the door
to James' room open. He told about his crouching down again, of looking
through the sliver of open door and the sight he saw. While he spoke, Tim's
warm mouth worked its way into his open pants.

"Jesus, he's nice to look at. He's not a porn star but he's got enough to
satisfy. It's thick, too. God, is it thick. It's like yours, thick. Nice
and thick. He knows how to work it, too. Fuck, does he ever. He was pooling
without even touching himself and I wanted to go in there and lick it all
up."

"I love that you're turned on by this guy, babe."

Kyle recounted every stroke, every sigh, every groan James made while he
watched. Tim responded by doing what he could to please his boyfriend
during the telling. As Kyle relayed the ultimate climax, Tim made sure he
reached the same destination at the same time. Tim also made sure Kyle's
creamy response filled his whole body.

"If he turns you on this much, I can't wait to see him," Tim said, zipping
Kyle's pants back up. "Hell, we might even persuade him to let us both blow
him. I know you said he's got this moral thing about our age but what no
one knows, no one knows, am I right?"

Kyle kissed Tim, tasting himself. "Let's get to lunch. I'm starving."

"One thing, before we go? Are you setting yourself up for failure with this
guy? I mean, if he's really not going to give in, why torture yourself by
spying on him?"

"Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment."

At the end of the school day, Kyle and Tim parted. Each went home to get
ready. Kyle found his house empty with a note from his father. It said he
would be late coming home and that if plans changed for Kyle to text him. A
P.S. said, James would also be out of the house until later.

"Score," Kyle said, pumping the air as he went to get ready. "Some alone
time with the B.F. This is something I can get behind! I can also get
behind Tim for a good, slow fuck!"

The Valentine's dance went well. The turnout was good, the music was good,
and the food was beyond good. Kyle and Tim danced almost every song, except
the ones they skipped while making out in their usual spot. The awarding of
dance royalty was nice. The whole thing was an event to remember. Even the
car ride back to his house was great because Tim's mother was not asking
questions, making things weird. Tim got out first and held the door. Kyle
returned the favor as they went inside. Almost as soon as they got into the
house, they started taking their clothes off, hormones getting them out of
their shoes, socks, and shirts from the jump.

As Kyle kissed Tim's neck, the two of them stopped in mid-motion.

"I thought you said we'd be alone."

Kyle smirked. "Maybe my dad thought he'd be alone, too."

"Let's just go to your room."

"Hell no, I want to see who he's brought home!"

Tim shook his head. "I don't. No vagina for me."

"Fine. You go to my room, get out of these clothes, and wait for me. It
won't take long since my dad's only got, like, four or five options."

They were quiet going upstairs. Kyle went one way while Tim went the
other. James' door was open, the lights off. The noises were definitely
coming from Kyle's dad's room. He kept going until he heard a gruff, bass
voice groan.

"Fuck yeah, Mason! Just like that, man! Plow my ass!"

"Mason," Kyle said, muttering his father's name. "This is not happening."

Crouching, he eased in closer to his father's door. No light from inside
meant he wouldn't be able to see who it was inside but he wanted to know if
what he thought to be true was actually happening.  On his knees, he peeked
into the room.

Two candles on the nightstand threw the whole room into a gold glow.

"Jesus," Kyle whispered. "Jesus, dad..."

On the bed, Mason pumped his hips in a long, slow rhythm. One hand held to
the shoulder of a bearish, meaty male, bent down and pushing back on his
bed. They moved like one being, grinding and pushing at each other. The man
on the bed reached back, pulling at Mason to go deeper. The kneeling male
obliged, pushing him into the bed. They ground into one another for a few
minutes before the man on the bottom slipped out and lay to one side. Mason
fell back. The male scrambled to get his cock into his mouth. Mason spread
his legs, allowing the man access.

"Yeah...oh, yeah, Dan. Like that...just like that."

"Dan," Kyle said in a low whisper. "Holy...fuck. That's Dan Mitchell...the
delivery dude."

The delivery dude swallowed Mason's cock and started working its length
with his mouth. Every downward plunge made the man sigh. Every upward pull
made Mason groan. A few minutes of this and Dan got back on his
knees. Mason pulled his cheeks apart and dove into their center. Dan
sighed, then groaned, then began bucking his whole body toward the
masterful tongue. His legs parted further, allowing Mason in deeper.

"Now...fuck me now. Plow me, man!"

Kyle watched his father rise up like some angry god and do just what the
man asked. In the candlelight, he watched the two men work their bodies
against one another. Dan's face was twisted in a mask of pure
pleasure. Kyle watched the man's hard cock swing as he was fucked. Dan was
hot, like the men in the videos Kyle watched. Meaty, thick, and hairy, Dan
was thrilled to be fucked. Kyle focused on the delivery man, on his face
and body as they reacted. Kyle listened to his groans and watched his chest
flex. Dan begged for more and Kyle felt his whole body start to tingle. He
worked his pants open and slid a hand around his dick as Dan accepted his
fucking. Dan was even hotter as the sweat ran down his forehead, down his
shoulders, catching in the thick chest hair.

"Dan could hit it," Kyle muttered. "Dan could feed me all that sweet cock."

Mason turned Dan over and spread his legs. Without missing a beat, the man
picked up his same tempo. Dan's leg slid in around Mason's neck and began
working. Mason fucked harder than before. Dan groaned and started pushing
his body back.

Kyle watched Dan's meaty cock throb with each thrust. It swung back and
forth, stringing clear precum everywhere. The stuff spattered the man's
chest and stomach. It hit his face and got in his black hair. Dan never
stopped encouraging Mason to plow him, to really work into him and get in
deep. Kyle imagined himself in Dan's position, on his back, legs spread,
cock swinging. He imagined the meaty bear of a man fucking him. He imagined
Dan's hard, hairy body slamming into him, making him moan and beg like
those guys in porn.

A surprising sound from the bathroom snapped Kyle out of his voyeuristic
trance. He noticed the sliver of light under the door as he got to his
feet. As he worked his way back to his room, Kyle heard another sound from
the bathroom. One hand turned the doorknob to his room while the other held
his pants. He eased the door open as the bathroom door opened. Light
flooded the darkened hallway as Kyle slipped into his room.

"What's going on?" Tim asked.

Kyle put a finger to his lips. "You're not going to believe this!"

"Who's in there with your dad? Mrs. Carr? Ms. Frazier? Come on, babe. Tell
me."

"Dan! Frreakin' Dan from Calypso!"

Tim's mouth dropped open. "No way! Dan, the delivery dude? Your dad...and
Dan?"

Nodding, Kyle added. "Someone else was in the bathroom."

"Your dad is having a Valentine' Threeway! Go on, dad!" Tim's smile got
wider. "Wait, who was in the bathroom?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to get caught."

"Okay...so, let's go see!"

After a few minutes, Kyle and Tim left the room and crept down the
hallway. Dan's groans were louder this time, paired with Mason's commanding
voice mouthing all kinds of filth. Tim exchanged looks with Kyle as they
got closer to the door. They were both smirking.

"Goddamn it!" Dan shouted, his voice full of pained pleasure. "Get in me,
you fat-cocked son of a bitch! What's the point of having two hot studs all
to myself if I can't have you in me at the same time?!"

A third voice said, "You're a bossy bottom, ain't ya?"

Kyle's dick swelled at this third voice. "No...fucking way," he whispered.

Tim crouched. Kyle stood over him. They looked in the door at the three
men. Mason lay against the headboard. Dan rode the man's hard cock, his
head tossing from side to side. Moving in, on his knees, the third man
spread Dan's legs. Kyle put a hand on Tim's face, caressing him.

"I'd know that ass anywhere," he whispered. "Dad's Valentine's Threeway
features our very own handyman..."

"Goddamn," Tim sighed. "That hot fucker is James?"

Nodding, Kyle watched the Bear Leather Man ease his cock into Dan's already
stuffed hole. From this angle, all he could see was the outline of the
three men and an occasional detail. As he watched them move and groan, he
felt Tim's mouth close over his throbbing cock. He hadn't even felt his
zipper being worked down or his pants opened. All he did feel was his BF's
mouth slide over his hard dick. As this happened, he watched Dan bliss
out. He watched Dan's cock begin spewing a massive load. He imagined how it
would taste, how it would feel hitting his face and tongue. Dan was hot.
Seeing Dan get plowed by two meaty cocks was hotter. The fact one of those
cocks belong to their hunky handyman was the hottest part of what he
watched.

"Happy fuckin' Valentine's Day," Kyle muttered. Tim swallowed all of his
length.

Just as he started filling Tim's willing throat, James looked right at him
-- and smiled.

End