Emerald Hall

"Yes. I know he would be willing to teach you."

"Really?" Wendell still seemed slightly resistant.

"Think of it as theatre," Professor Chadwick tried a new tack. "You'd be playing the part of the most beautiful woman in the world, 'Miss Wendy'. And the costumes. Think of the costumes. You'd be wearing a shiny sexy short silk slip. You'd have beautiful black stockings on your long lovely legs, attached to a very sexy garter belt. And your hair would be done up so beautifully. You'd have flaming scarlet lips and gorgeously made-up eyes. Lots of blue eyeshadow. And crystal drop earrings......"

Chadwick could see that Miss Wendy was practically salivating. It sounded so wonderful.

"And don't forget about Tom," Chadwick offered. "Say the word and I'll get him right over here to train you."

"Yes," said Miss Wendy very softly.

"What?" Professor Chadwick wasn't sure he'd actually heard that.

Wendell spoke up. "I said yes. You said 'say the word'. That's the word. Yes. Get Tom."

Chadwick smiled. It was all happening just as he had planned it. He picked up the school phone and called the room where Tom was and asked Mr. Montague to send him over.

"Crystal drop earrings?" asked Wendell. He wanted to be sure.

"Yes."

"My ears aren't pierced."

"We'll get them pierced," Chadwick promised. "And when the callers come, I'll even let you dangle a cigarette from your slutty lips. Not smoke it. Just dangle it. Part of the costume." Wendell smiled happily. He was still smiling when Tom knocked on the door.

"Come in," invited Chadwick. Tom entered. He looked at Wendell and knew something was up.

"Wendell has agreed to help us in our fundraising," Chadwick explained to Tom. "But he's had no experience. He's still a virgin. I thought maybe you could assist in his instruction." Tom nodded and smiled. He hadn't expected such immediate action. Just the thought of a hot blowjob and a virgin ass was giving him this immense boner. He started fondling his crotch, looking at Wendell.

"Come on, boys," Chadwick prodded. "Get undressed."

"You want us to do it here?" Tom couldn't believe his ears.

"Of course. Let's not waste time."

The two boys started taking off their clothes and throwing them over the chairs. Finally they both stood there naked. Tom with his big thick dick ready to go. And Wendell not ready at all. His small pale instrument was limp. But he really didn't need a hard-on. Only Tom needed a hard-on.

"Come on, Tom. Tell him what to do."

Tom took Wendell's small hand and wrapped it around his rod, and placing his own hand on top of Wendell's began to frig his dick with Wendell's palm and fingers. Now Wendell was getting the hang of it. Tom took his hand away but Wendell didn't. He continued to milk the cock. Chadwick smiled. He knew everything would be all right. Wendell was a trooper. He just needed a little rehearsal. In any new role you needed rehearsal.

When Tom had had enough jerking, he gently placed his hand atop Wendell's red head and eased him down onto his knees, directly in front of the raging red pointy flagpole. Wendell knew what was expected of him, and he tentatively opened his mouth. He rubbed his lips against the prick. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked around the pole, and then the head, and he even licked at the little drop of wetness oozing out of the eye. He decided he could manage it and clamped his whole mouth over it. Now he began to suck it in earnest. He was really getting into the part. What a little trooper.

Tom closed his eyes and luxuriated in the warm wetness, and moved his ass back and forth slightly, fucking the thin boy's mouth. "Aaaahhh. Aaaahhhh," said Tom. He was enjoying it. Professor Chadwick was so happy. But Tom was enjoying it too much. Chadwick was afraid he might spill his seed in Wendell's mouth. "No. No," Chadwick cautioned. "You have to teach him how to get fucked. He has to learn how to take it up the ass." Tom came to his senses and eased the eager ingénue off his big dick. He sat Wendell on the edge of the desk. He raised Wendell's legs to the proper position, so that there was full access to the pink hole hiding between the two slim cheeks. Tom got on his knees and began spitting into the opening. He spat gobs and gobs of saliva, and then started working his fingers in one at a time, moving his hand around to spread the entrance, to make it wider, to make it deeper, to make it roomy enough to allow the entrance of a big hard cock. A big hard cock with a lot of spit on it. He started wetting his fuckengine. After deciding it was a go, he stood up and placed the point into the tight muscle. A little at a time, Chadwick was watching it go in. This was a really hot dramatic scene. Wendell started twisting up his face as if he were in agony. What a performance. And little by little the emotions changed until there was just joy. Joy and a big smile, as Tom fucked up his newly minted fucktunnel. He was wailing like a bitch. Then Tom started to wail and move his ass spasmodically. He was cuming like a lunatic. "Aarrgghh. Aarrgghh. Aarrgghh." There were eight of those. Wendell's assring was clutching his shooting dick and spasming right along with it. What a performance the kid had given. Gold statuette time.

Professor Chadwick was just delighted. What great young men he had at Emerald Hill. He was confident now that his plan would work, and tomorrow he would embark on all the small details. He would sound out the other boys until he had twenty rooms filled. He would also need a few handsome lads as lounge attendants, to serve food and drink and whatnot. After that it would be curtain time.

In the next three weeks, Professor Chadwick finalized all the details. He selected his working and waiting staff. He moved the residents into Emerald Hall. He ordered sexy green jockstraps for all the boys to wear. They had Emerald Hill spelled out in script on the front and the back of the waistband. Only Miss Wendy would wear something different. The sexy short slip with the black stockings and the garter belt. They got Wendell's hair done. Chadwick warned all the boys that if they made one denigrating comment to Wendell they would be promptly expelled. He let everybody know that these boys were heroes. They were saving the academy.

He got a special phone and had it installed on the new desk placed right in the front hall, where he would personally greet every visitor, to make sure there would be no problem. Then he got in his car and drove to the airport and also to the hunting and fishing resort. He had had fliers printed up with a small description and the number of the special phone, and he left them in men's rooms everywhere.

At the airport and at the resort, he took a red magic marker and went into every stall in the place, scrawling on all the walls.

BOYMOUTH

BOYASS

BOYDICK

REASONABLE

PRICES

Call 892-7493 between 4 and 5 p.m.

For private appt.

Visit our beautiful boybrothel

The advertising campaign took three days alone. There was a lot of writing to do. Especially after he remembered the bus depot and the department store.

But before you knew it, it was opening night. A grand celebration. The guests were expected to start arriving at eight p.m., but from seven to eight the entire staff gathered in the comfortable lounge and drank champagne out of the glittering big new crystal punchbowl. The boys looked good enough to eat. Each of them in their sexy green jockstraps, which bunched up their bulky cock and balls into a huge lump, while leaving their luscious smooth asses hanging out between the straps in the back. They looked great. Miss Wendy of course was made-up like a Hollywood star, with her slip, black hosiery, crystal drop earrings, wearing bangs now, and puffing on an unlit cigarette in a long black holder. Miss Wendy had decided that she was going to be the sexiest sluttiest femme fatale since Weimar Berlin in the twenties. She was going to outdo Marlene Dietrich. She battered her big dark eyes, now bejeweled with silver glitter and spoke in a thick German accent, trying to use German words she had heard from her grandmother. If only she had paid more attention at the time.

Professor Chadwick and Monsieur LaSalle wore long black pants with white shirts, green ties, and white jackets. On the lapel of each jacket was embroidered the script logo of 'Emerald Hill' in green. At ten to eight, all the boys and Miss Wendy went up to their rooms to be ready for the guests. They all lay down lengthwise on their beds facing the open doors, and began manually enlarging their cocks. When a customer arrived at the room, he would find his young man gazing into his eyes and manipulating his equipment. Miss Wendy, however, lay on her stomach, with her slip hiked high, and her bum facing the door. She had her chest propped up on two pillows, which pressed into her falsies, and she gazed naughtily over her shoulder, puffing on the long slender black holder. She moved her ass around brazenly, just as Marlene would have done it.

Meanwhile Professor Chadwick sat behind the big desk in the front hall, where he could register each guest and accept credit cards. Payment would be only by credit card. No cash allowed. They had to know whom they were entertaining.

The first to arrive was a tall husky cowboy in full gear. Cowboy hat and all. He signed in. His name was Clem Fefferdine, and he was in town from Montana. Professor Chadwick made him check his two guns at the front desk.

"You got one of them there girlie boys?" he asked Chadwick.

"We have a gorgeous young lady who's going to love you to death. Miss Wendy."

"Great," said Clem, grinning happily.

"Sit in the lounge and have a glass of champagne. In a few minutes we'll get one of the escorts to bring you upstairs to Miss Wendy's chamber.

"Great," said Clem. Everything so far was to his liking. Everything was just 'Great'. He moved into the lounge for his champagne, as Professor Chadwick busied himself with the next gentleman to arrive.

His face was not unknown to Professor Chadwick, who had seen it on many news broadcasts crusading against gay rights. He was an eminent politician who held high office in a nearby state. Leland Gagstaff was not happy about paying by credit card. He had particularly gone to his bank and withdrawn a large sum of cash, so that this would not happen. They should have told him when he called for the appointment. But he was here now, and he was horny, and he had no choice.

"How can we help you this evening, Senator Gagstaff?" Asked Professor Chadwick. Drat. He had been recognized. Even though he had used the name Bill Smith when he phoned.

"What do you mean how can you help me?" he asked belligerently. "You know what I came for."

"You came for a young man."

"Damn straight." Gagstaff was getting nastier by the minute.

" 'Straight', my ass," thought Chadwick. "I mean, What sort of a young man would you prefer? Confide your dreams to me."

"I want one with a real big engine," said Gagstaff.

"Aha," thought Chadwick. "He wants to get fucked." "I've got the perfect teen for you," he told Gagstaff. "A very handsome muscular lad. He's the captain of our school football team." He made a notation on his chart. Gagstaff would be conducted to Tom's room. "Why don't you go into the lounge and have some champagne? I'll get someone to take you upstairs in a few moments."

Gagstaff entered the lounge and sat down on one of the sofas. Monsieur LaSalle ladled some champagne into a cup, and flawless young Dennis, who was acting as a waiter this evening, brought it over to Gagstaff. Gagstaff admired the boy in the tight green jockstrap which accentuated his perfect white butt. But Dennis was not exactly what he wanted. Too boyish. He was hoping he would get someone more commanding. Someone really exciting. As he thought about what was waiting for him upstairs, he fondled the stiffening cock below his small paunch. He needed sex. He had just divorced another cunt.

Professor Chadwick marked down Marine Lieutenant, Philby Cox, for young Max, and Police Captain, Wally Gorge, for Barry. The farmer, Hiram Gadge, got Ken R, the traveling salesman, Willie Lomo, got Ken C, the right wing hateful talk show host got Kenny X, and on and on, until all the evening's visitors had checked in.

Professor Chadwick locked the heavy front door of Emerald Hall. As he strode into the Reception lounge where all the guests were waiting, he looked out the window and happily noted that the ivy was already starting to cover the new building. Branches were already crawling over the window panes. There were four beautiful jockstrapped young men: Billy, Bobby, Bernie, and Bo, who were the escorts. They would take the visitors upstairs to the proper rooms. Chadwick consulted with the boys and handed each a list, identifying which gentleman caller was which, and each boy took a visitor upstairs before returning to get another. As the couches emptied, Professor Chadwick sat in a vacated seat, and Monsieur LaSalle, bringing over two cups of champagne, joined him.

Marine Lieutenant, Philby Cox, was delighted when Billy brought him to Max's room, and he saw the slim handsome boy stretched out on the bed, playing with his jockstrapped crotch. The lieutenant smiled, closed the door, and walked over to the bed. He reached down and displaced Max's hand with his own on the boy's confined basket. Now that his own hand was free, Max reached out and began caressing the hunky lieutenant's big equipment through his pants. That felt really nice. Really nice and really big, and getting really hard, and he wanted it in his mouth. Lieutenant Cox stood up and drew his crotch away from the boy's hand, only to begin undressing. He folded each item of clothing neatly and laid it on the chair. He threw his jacket over the back of the chair. Finally he stepped out of his military issue underwear, and his excited cock was in full view. Red and raw and angry. There were already a few drops of clear liquid leaking out of small eyelet. Max pulled him over to the side of the bed and licked up the liquid.

The lieutenant started moving his ass, and moving his dick in and out of Max's incredible mouth. "What a dick," Max thought. The lieutenant's massive arms closed around Max's head. Those muscular arms, each of which had a large USMC tattooed around it. "What a great guy," thought Max. A really big strong straight guy. This was so much better than sucking the cock of his effete gay French teacher. He gagged himself on the big rod. He choked himself and he loved it. Cox reached his long arm down and started playing with the boy's excited member as he was getting blown. After a few minutes, he reached his arm around and under the boys asscheek to get his long finger into that hole. Max tilted his body to one side, so that it would be easier for the lieutenant. Max liked the lieutenant so much that he was hoping they could have a permanent friendship—but probably not. He wouldn't want the other guys in his unit to know he was plugging a fag.

The school had thoughtfully provided each room with a few tubes of lubricant. Max pierced the metal head of a tube with the sharp side of the cap and squeezed some cool gel onto his fingers. He regretfully took his mouth off the poker and covered it with the lubricant. Then he squeezed a little more onto his fingers and began feeding them into his ass. That was a big pole, and he wanted it to slide, not scrape. Finally he turned over and lay on his belly, his ass in the air. He moved one of the pillows down from under his head to under his crotch, to raise his ass even more invitingly. The lieutenant accepted the invitation and crawled over Max, aiming his stiff dick into the begging hole. It was going in so nice and easy. Sliding right down. Oh, yes. This was worth the money. A beautiful young man who liked to get fucked. It was hard to find them. You couldn't just walk over to the baseball diamond and ask 'Which one of you guys likes to get fucked?' Now he had just what he wanted and he slammed his cock into the ass beneath him. Then he withdrew a little and slammed again. Then he started a slow and steady fuck. And he fucked for the next two hours. He held off coming. He was going to get his money's worth. Max got into the marine's fucking rhythm and raised his ass to meet the incoming dick. After an hour or so his ass started to get a little sore, a little raw. But who was complaining? He just kept raising his ass to meet every downstroke.

Tom was not thrilled with the paunchy politician, but he had a job to do and he would do it. He was a guy who had wood. He never had to worry about his cock going down. He could always get it right back up. All he had to do was not look at Gagstaff, not think about him. In his mind he would be fucking young Barry in his tight smooth ass.

Gagstaff was on his naked knees at the side of the bed, slobbering over Tom's thick rod. He had to keep that dick nice and hard, and was fantasizing about the feelings he would have when it was shoved up his anxious ass. Screw his ex- wife. Screw all his ex-wives. Stupid cunts. This was what he really wanted. Of course he didn't want anyone else to know what he really wanted. It was sick. It was dirty. It was perverted. It was forbidden. But it felt so good.

Tom pressed the Senator's head down on his dick. "Suck it, bitch. Suck my big cock, you disgusting cunt." Hearing this, Gagstaff was actually going out of his mind with excitement. He jammed his head down so far, the big stick was actually going into his esophagus. He dribbled over Tom's muscular thighs. Tom smiled and tried to hammer against the back of the man's throat. He thought he could feel the soft tissue against the tip of his dick.

"Fuck me," Gagstaff pleaded, looking supplicatingly into his eyes. What could Tom do? When someone was begging you like this, it would be just wrong to deny him. Even someone as revolting as Gagstaff. He stood up and literally threw the pasty Senator down on the bed. He noticed the tube of lubricant on the end table. But fuck him. He wasn't going to use it. He was going to slam it in dry. A mean smile crawled across his lips. What he didn't know was that Gagstaff would have wanted it that way. He loved pain.

Gagstaff liked the way Tom was throwing him around. He was so strong. So authoritarian. Tom was just the kind of kid who could give him the kind of beating he knew that he really deserved. He knew he deserved it. He deserved it and he should have it.

"I've been a bad boy," he explained to Tom. "I should be punished. You should punish me."

Tom was trying to translate this in his head. He didn't have that much experience as a male hooker, but he could have sworn that the guy wanted him to beat his ass. To illustrate this, Gagstaff started swaying his ass in the air, repeating, "I should be punished. You have to punish me." Tom shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pulled Gagstaff over his thighs and began to slam his palm down on the man's jiggly bouncing buttocks. Gagstaff kept moving his reddening painful ass around, but he needed more. He knew he needed a lot more smacks. He had really been so naughty. So bad.

Tom's hand was actually starting to sting a little, but mentally he was loving this. He never knew he could get into spanking like this, but it was a real turn on. He was getting so turned on that he wouldn't even mind fucking Gagstaff's nasty ass now. Now he started using both hands. One on each cheek. And his pleasure was doubling. In a few minutes, he was just going to have to throw Gagstaff flat down on the mattress and plow into him, and drop his urgent load into that fat behind. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Then he tossed the Senator down and slammed into him dry. The Senator screamed in agony but immediately began to wrap his battered asswalls around the handsome boy's handsome big dick. He wanted that cum in his ass. He wanted this hot stud to make a baby in his ass. In his male Senatorial cunt. Oh. It felt so good. Tom sailed along on the mature squooshy cheeks. It wasn't half bad. It was like being on a sea cruise.