Trapped In Spider-Man's Web, pt. 2

[Toon]

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 

Pt. 1 is here:   

By the end of August, I was having some second thoughts about actually going out to L.A. and living with a man who had molested Kevin and regularly held orgies in his house. It didn't exactly seem ideal. I was pretty happy at home now that Kevin and I were regularly fooling around and spending our time being bums. He rarely fucked me because he mainly just loved getting head. I liked doing it too...even though it never lasted very long and I had to beat off to the memory of it later. Kevin seemed fine with delaying plans as well. 

So of course I read as much as I could about the AIDS virus. Our stupid little town had a pretty decent library that had always smelled the same. I religiously read all the news magazines, specifically to know what the early symptoms were. It was in a Newsweek that I read that you can have it and not test positive for HIV for up to a year. I wondered if Kevin really had it and if he'd really taken the test. Why lie about something like that.

"Where did you get the AIDS test?" We were lying out in Kevin's backyard in order to get good tans. The lawn sprinkler was occasionally spraying us from a few yards away.

"Holton. They got a free clinic there and you don't even have to give your real name. Why? You worried?"

"I'm just wondering. Did you get it from Uncle Ray?"

"Probably. It was from somebody I had sex with that night. You can get it from any kind of contact which is why I told you that everyone will have it in a few years. Even Reagan."

"I guess."

"If it bothers you, I'll go with you to the clinic. There's a tanning place on the same street. We need to get darker before we even think about showing up in California."

"Sure."

"You should probably start working out a little too. It's all about looks out there. Does your dad still have a weight bench?"

My dad quit drinking for five days back in 1980 and he got into this whole fitness thing. The weight equipment was dusty but still like new.  Kevin and I both used it for the next month. I really got into it...and I always got horned up watching my buddy lifting and sweating in just his skimpy gym shorts. Often we would get all sweaty and start making out. It was during one of those occasions that I asked him to fuck me again.

"Can't. Ray made me promise to let your hole tighten up before he has a chance at it. We can go upstairs and I'll let you swallow my nut." 

"Sure, but didn't you say he didn't want me to be a virgin?"

"Yeah. 'Virginity' is more mental than anything else. It just takes one fuck, and you're never the same again." I guess he was probably right about that although it sounded like he was quoting somebody. Ray probably. I liked Kevin, but he was never known to have many original thoughts. What he did have was a scrotum full of tasty cum. I always let it stay in my mouth as long as possible because the flavor was similar to sweet herbal tea. He knew I could never get enough of his loads.

The Summer of '85 really overstayed its allotted time on the calendar. The hot, pretty days lasted well into late October. Kevin and I decided to stick it out in Kansas until after Christmas. I'm the one who said that we needed a definite date to leave or else we'd just keep putting it off. Jan. 8th was THE DAY. We decided to drive there instead of fly because Kevin loved his car and it was way better than mine. "Ray was like seven cars -- you won't need that dusty clunker." The thought of driving in L.A. scared the fuck out of me but that was kinda low on the list of my worries about this major life change.

Winter limped into the Midwest at last and I finally told my parents that I was moving to the coast to pursue acting and also that Kevin was going with me.  I actually had to tell them several times because they were always so drunk and had developed memory problems. They seemed vaguely supportive. My sister, however, was wildly enthusiastic...and jealous. Janice wanted out of this town so badly. "But why is Kevin going? He's an idiot with no skills." 

"We're going to stay with his uncle and figure it out from there." We were sharing gin and tonics in her room while the parents were passed out downstairs. I'd hoped we could finally start talking again.

"OK. Just don't addicted to drugs and don't catch AIDS."

"Don't get pregnant. And stop sleeping around with married guys."

She looked at me like I'd slapped her. "Who? ...oh...Kevin. I don't do that anymore. I've decided to apply to K State and join a sorority. I'm only going to date rich guys after I get there." Well, I guess we both had some pretty iffy goals in life.

 

1986, Los Angeles, California   We only got lost about a hundred times upon reaching the outskirts of L.A. I was flat out amazed at how HUGE this city was. It felt like we drove through so many separate areas. Kevin kept saying 'This looks familiar. I know where we are now.' After arriving at Ray's house on the beach, I was only about 50% sure I had made a good decision to come here. When I got out of the car I stretched and felt revitalized by the warm ocean air. This was obviously a wealthy area and I didn't see one car that wasn't worth ten times as much as the one I just got out of. Fucking hell -- this was the most Not Kansas place I'd ever been.

"Well! My farm boys finally made it! I expected you hours ago and had to cancel brunch with Valerie Harper. Poor dear has made so many failed pilots." Ray was so obviously not really related to Kevin. First of all he was dark, hairy and possibly Greek. I would have guessed his age at about 40. He was wearing a tiny blue speedo and had a tad too much gold jewelry on. While Kevin made excuses I thought about the two of them having sex. Pictured it.

"Rhoda? You know Rhoda??" I can't believe what a dumb hick I sounded like. 

"Oh my! You must be the famous Dennis! So cute! Well, you look positively native already with the tan and white-blonde hair. Hmm. Come on inside...Earl will collect your things and bring them in." I was guessing that 'Earl' was a butler or valet or something. 

The house was amazing. It smelled like an expensive candle and everything looked stylish and new. "I wasn't sure whether you two wanted to share a room or be separate. I'm ready either way."

"We'll share for now. Dennis and I get along really well and I also need to fill him in on a few things." I was not consulted. Kevin and Ray started a private whisper conversation...probably about how clueless I was. Oh well. 

"Go freshen up and change. There's new clothes and shoes for each of you. It's almost happy hour." Huh? "Don't worry, Dennis. Kevin filled me in on all your sizes...all of them, ha ha."

Kevin was oddly quiet the whole time we were getting ready. It turns out 'Earl' was a muscular dyke who had a permanent scowl. We gathered in the living room which was the size of a football field. I was giving off strong mental suggestion to Kevin that he say something, anything. 

"Where are we going, Uncle Ray?" My telepathy worked.

"Just round the bend to Tommy B's. We can order appetizers there too -- if you're hungry. I bet you're hungry."

"Yeah, but is that such a good place to take Dennis on his first day here?" Ray gave him a look.

"This is L.A., Angel Pie. Things move fast and none of us live forever. We have hours to kill before anybody gets here. Go change and don't question me any more. Go!" Despite that moment of tension, I was strangely excited. Kevin kept his eyes down as we went upstairs. The road fatigue was erased and I was in a good mood despite the weirdness and cryptic clues being dropped everywhere. What was Tommy B's all about? Who was coming over? Was it a party? An orgy?

"Well, Ray has good taste in clothes at least. This shirt will look good on you." It was a bright peacock blue. "The bathroom is right there. Just take a mini-shower ...watch your ass and dick and your pits. Your hair is fine. There's like a jillion colognes on the dresser." 

Once we got downstairs, Ray was at hos own personal bar making cocktails. I admitted to myself that he looked sexy as fuck. Maybe it was the danger or take-charge attitude I was responding to. I was drawn to that in Kevin. "Hey boys. Why aren't you wearing any of the new jewelry I bought especially for you?"

"I didn't see it, Ray. I'll go get it now."

"Forget it. You both have that 'fresh off the farm' look. No wait, go get the rings at least. Hurry up before your drink gets warm." Kevin scurried away, leaving me alone with Uncle Ray. I wanted a drink in the worst way.

"You look good in blue, Dennis. Perfect...although I meant that shirt for Kevin. Blue is your color."

"You have a beautiful house, Ray. What do you do?"

"Oh my God! You Midwestern Protestants always ask that right away. I'm an investor, movie producer and dabble in publishing. I understand you want to be an actor -- well you know somebody now."

Kevin returned with two gold rings with the initial 'R' on top. 

"I had to guess the sizes. Just put them on any finger that they fit best on. Right hand please." They both fit perfectly on our ring fingers. Of course. 

"Why the right hand, Ray?" Kevin shot me a quick look.

"Oh, just add that to the list of questions I'll answer once I've had more cocktails." A horn honked somewhere outside."The car is here, boys. I'm using my service tonight because too much traffic makes my chest hairs turn gray." 

This Tommy B's was typically nice and reeked of the California attitude you could practically see in the air. No women...it was obviously a gay bar. 

"Act bored and don't take anything anybody gives you. Stay close." Kevin seemed way more nervous than I was. People cleared from a table Ray wanted to sit at. Drinks were served and I never once asked what they were. I had the alcoholic's genes from both sides. Whatever. Nobody lives forever anyway.

"So...Dennis. Any nicknames?"

"None I'd want. I was called lots of nasty names in high school. Right, Kevin?" I was still carrying around my personal demons.

"Oh it never stops, does it? He told me about your performance in the Charlie Brown play. I'm so sorry. It was worse in my generation. I thought the 60's would change everything, but then Reagan happened." He ordered us another round even though none of us had even gotten halfway through the first. He wanted to get me drunk and I wanted to let him do just that.

Kevin left to go use the bathroom. "Can I sit next to you, Ray?" 

"Of course, pet. Does this place scare you?"

"Not especially. Why?"

"Well -- it's full of working boys and they're sizing you up now. New face and whatnot." I looked around and nobody was looking at me. I sat next to my host and smelled the sophisticated sex fumes he was releasing. I let my shoulder touch his. "You need to drink faster, Scout." I guess 'Scout' was my new nickname. It was better than 'Faggot' I guess. 

"What is Valerie Harper like? I always liked the 'Rhoda' show."

"I'll tell you as soon as you give this a squeeze." He guided my hand to the monster hard-on he's let loose from his khaki shorts. I gave it a loving grip and then put my fingers to my lips. "So soft and gentle...I bet your asshole can clench tighter than that. Here comes Kevin." He didn't look happy to see me sitting next to Ray. "Scout was just asking me about Ms. Harper."

"Scout?"

"Yes. He's adventurous and prepared for anything. Valerie is so full of stories about just everyone in this town. She wants another series which has eluded her lately. She won't do game shows or even TV movies. She's a fighter -- like most Jews."

"Maybe we should go now, Ray."

"Darling, it's early! Just keep drinking and don't ruin the fun." Ray's leg moved against mine. We drank and our glasses were never empty. Kevin eventually lightened up, After a few more swallows of whatever this was. He started to talk recklessly like he always did when he was drunk.

"Can you nickname me 'Spider Man'? Kevin is weirdly into that guy. We used to play around in his backyard..." His train of thought petered out.

"You told me all this. Remember? I might end up calling you 'Spidey' if you behave tonight. Scout hasn't made the rounds yet. I need to see him interact with strangers." Kevin shot me an apologetic look.

"The rounds?"

"Yes. It's a rite of passage. Go walk around and talk to people. Finish the drink and wander into the crowd." OK. I drained the glass and just went and shuffled among all the pretty men.  I'd never been to a single party in high school, but that was a whole other lifetime. I locked eyes with a dark-complected guy with a neat, fussy beard. 

"Can I bum a cigarette from you?" He smirked.

"Just get off the bus from Alabama?" It was a mocking tone and I should have moved on but he handed me a smoke.

"Is my accent that strong? I'm new in town, but from Kansas. Same thing, I guess."

"Nah. You actually don't have any accent at all but you look fresh from the heartland. I'm Tony." He offered his hairy hand to shake.

"Dennis."

"Ray showing you the sights?"

"This is my first sight, actually. He's watching us right now."

"I see. You're 'making the rounds', huh?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I used to be one of his crew. I have the same ring you do. I'm going to laugh now -- to show him how entertaining you are." And then he held his head back and did just that.

"You don't wear the ring now?"

"No. Do you recognize me?" He looked 'famous', but I had to sadly admit that I hadn't seen him in anything.

"Were you in 'Tron'?" Tony laughed genuinely this time.

"Not that I remember. I am in porn under the name 'Tom Harding'. Ray has produced everything I've ever been in. We're still 'old school' and don't use condoms....even though most studios do now. It's a joke. Guys can wrap up their dicks, but nobody watches what they do off-camera. You can get a clean test one minute and then infected the next."

He had a valid point. "Is the money good?"

"Not bad if you bottom without protection. The real money is made...on the side." I nodded as if I knew what he meant.

"So you don't care about diseases?"

"Hell no. Everybody on Earth is going to have AIDS in a year or two." That sounded awfully familiar. "I've been monopolizing you for too long. You need to move on. See that tall guy leaning against the jukebox? Go up and tell him you're a big fan. His name is Dick Masters and he is the nicest guy ever. Ray will like you two meeting because he's going to be at the 'gathering' tonight. Don't let him fuck you though. His dick is giant and you won't poop for three years."

"OK. Should I buy him a drink?"

Tony bit his lower lip and searched his brain. "He's not a drinker or a smoker. Just offer him a shot of Jack. Here, I'll order it. I'm on Ray's tab tonight. About seven guys here are."

I approached the famous 'Dick' and worked my face into a look of awe. He was very tall but his body seemed made of tiny bones somehow. He also squinted as if nearsighted.

"Hi! I'm a huge fan of yours!" His face brightened and I offered him the shot. I made my eyes not look at his crotch.

"Wow. Thanks. What movies have you seen?"

Shit! I needed a somewhat vague answer. "I can't remember the name, but you had glasses on." He knew which one I'd insinuated and smiled again.

"I'm so glad you said that! I can hardly see anything without them." He reached into his shirt pocket and put on his wire-framed glasses. "Wow. So much better. They wanted me to get contacts, but they were too much of a pain. You look like a kid -- are you old enough to drink?"

"Apparently. I'm Dennis by the way."

"Oh. 'Scout'. Everybody knows you already. What exactly makes you a fan of mine?"

"Oh. Well, you have the biggest dick I've ever seen -- but your ass is nice too. You're handsome (lie) and you have a great voice (true)." He blushed. Even in the low light I could see how much he liked being flattered. Who didn't? A group of other guys had crowded around us. Either they wanted to meet Mr. Big Dick or cozy up to Ray's latest pet. I was dragged into various conversations guys who may or may not be porn actors. It was all so false and Californian. Then I felt a hand grab my upper arm. Ray came to rescue me.

"OK, Scout. You're a hit. I approve...not necessarily of your choices of who to talk to. We're going to have one for the road and leave." Back at the table, Kevin was trouble keeping his eyes open. His fault. He hated me driving his precious car so he was at the wheel most of the trip. 

"Thanks, Ray. Interesting crowd."

"I at least saved you from a boring conversation with Jon. He's semi-new and a total mess. Heroin. He only does hay when he's high and he's always  high. I'm pretty sure he's the one who gave me herpes. You won't see him later tonight. Dude would rob me blind."

"I think Kevin is about ready to pass out." His eyes were closed. 

"Poor dear. He has enough time to get a nap in before the party. Drink up while I go sign out here." I finished my glass and Kevin's mostly-full one as well. Damn...I must have the same capacity for booze as the rest of my family. Ray came back.

"So who did I talk to that you didn't like?"

"It doesn't matter, Scout. You were just mingling like I told you to. Let's go."

"How are we going to Kevin out of here?" His head was on the table and he was snoring.

"I've got people to do that." Sure enough - a couple of beefy muscle studs who could have been twins came and hoisted poor Kevin from the chair. "Put him in the front seat. Scout and I will sit in back." The stud twins exchanged looks, mumbled a little. The driver didn't look the least bit surprised to have a passed-out boy next to him. He'd probably see everything.

"So you're having a party tonight?" 

"Yes. It's in your honor! It will be a proper 'welcome to the big city' gala." Oh. I'd been feeling a little tired but was wide awake now. "Come sit closer to me. Need a bump?" I knew what he meant. I'd read about it in some book.

"No, thanks. I promised myself and my sister that I wouldn't do anything beyond weed out here."

"Good luck with that, Scout. I don't have any pot -- it's a wood-killer."

"OK. I'm fine with no drugs at all. I think I have an addictive personality anyway."

"Yeah. I know you're addicted to eating cum. Kevin told me he feeds it to you almost daily." I could sense a sly smile on his face. c

"Yeah. He's addicted to feeding me as well."

"While you were making the rounds, he also told me he fucked your ass at some motel in Colorado. I'm not mad because I was 18 once myself." 

It was true. I'd been rubbing his crotch for the first four hours of the trip and even gave him a little road head. He would have settled for that, but I wanted his dick inside of me so badly. We hadn't unpacked before I was riding his boner on a bed that smelled like cigarettes. Super 8. We were back at Ray's estate in a flash. Earl met us out front and grunted 'hello' before lifting Kevin out of the car and slinging him over her shoulder like a backpack. "Take him to his room, Doll. Then get back to your post. Some people are tacky enough to show up on time." She answered with another grunt.

"I wish I had a camera so I could get a photo of Kevin being carried around by a big lesbian. He made my life hell for many years, and I don't know why I ever forgave him."

"Well hell is in the past, dear boy. You are in heaven now. Let's go to the lounge and I'll give you a tour." I figured we'd go to his sex room or whatever it was called, but no. We went to a brightly-lit room that was sort of attached to the kitchen. There was a TV mounted on the wall and a little bar. Ray stripped down to nothing and watched my reaction. He was covered with thick black fur and his dick hung huge, dark and limp between his thighs. 

"You're the best host ever, Ray."

"You are too sweet. Let me make you a cocktail. Want some music?"

"I'm good." He mixed the same fizzy clear drink Kevin always served. 

"Goodness doesn't last long around here. I need to prepare a little. I got these herbal pills from Indonesia that keep me hard for 12 hours. Want one? They're not technically 'drugs'."

"Nah. My boner almost never goes away as it is." He swallowed a little white capsule and chugged his drink. 

"God! To be 18 again!" Ray sat down on the stool next to me and I could smell his personal musk. "Hi."

"Hi." I wanted him to touch me and I wanted to touch him. "You have a great dick."

"Thanks. I'm a lot thicker than Kevin. Poor boy has a pencil dick just like his dad." I don't think I wanted to know if he'd had sex with either of Kevin's parents. The doorbell rang. "Ugh. Horrible people! Why not just show up the night before with a sleeping bag. Never EVER show up early for anything, Scout."

"I promise." I watched his perfect fur-covered ass as he moved over to the TV.

"I'm gonna show you some of the films I've either produced or directed." I knew Sally Field wasn't going to appear on screen. Ray made gay porn. "You'll see some familiar faces. You met several tonight and you'll see some of them again tonight." I'd never seen a gay porn movie before. I don't think there was even an XXX theater in the whole state of Kansas. "I'll start with the guy you seemed to like the most....Dick. I wish I could remember his real name. He was there! On TV! Oh my god. He was fucking some hot hunk and his penis was indeed furiously giant.

"He's a decent guy."

"You think so? I always found him boring. His endowment is the only reason he has a career. He fucks like a librarian and it takes so long to get him hard. I've had more fluffers quit because of that guy. You two seemed to have a connection so I invited him." Fluffer? I could pretty much guess what that was. 

"Cool. No rubbers in your films, right?"

"Exactly. They're probably going to pass laws against that soon. Whatever. I'll film in Mexico if I have to." He changed video cassettes and suddenly there was a scene that looked like it was set in a ski lodge. Lots of hot men with facial hair. "That guy right there is Jeff Turk. Nice guy but one of the worst actors in the world. I was so sure he was straight but I guess he's one of the few true Bi's. He full on kisses men even off camera. He'll be here, but don't expect much conversation. Jeff Fisk said he might be here but he's not been feeling well lately. Ominous, I know. 

It was too much to take in. I had a major stiffy, and Ray was working his fat dick up to full mast. Goddamn! He should be filmed! "Ray..."

"I know. Get undressed." The doorbell kept ringing as I stripped. "Good. I will make you a star, Scout. Want to go to my bedroom?" 

"No. If it's OK with you, I want to do it right here. Right now. Please fuck me." He pushed me to the tiled floor and spread legs as wide as they would go.

"Keep your voice down as much as you can. I know it'll hurt, but there's no telling who can hear."

I nodded. His hairy body covered me so perfectly.

  My blanket and me

His dick felt so big as it prodded around the perimeter of my eager hole. "Found it. Grit your teeth, Scout." And then he just plunged in. FUCK! I tried not to yell out, but I mean, come on. This wasn't like being fucked by Kevin at all. Ray didn't seem all that concerned with my comfort or readiness. He was thrusting ans sweating. "Hell yeah! Did I already inform you that you'll be getting a tattoo next week? Oh Shit! I'm tattooing your insides for now. Shit -- I never even made you suck me first. Later. For sure. I'm gonna shoot in ya. NOW! DAMN!" He wasn't exactly  keeping his voice down. And then his wide dick got even wider as he shot. Hot toxic sperm was inside my intestines now. My back hurt a little from the hard floor and his heft, but the pleasure overruled discomfort now. My bliss was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and a murmur of guests.

"I'll help you upstairs and we can both clean up. Rest a bit and tell Kevin to get his buns downstairs. You alright?"

"Very alright. Thank you."

TO BE CONTINUED....

 

 

 

 

 

[evilqueerpig]

Fan-toon-tastic!

[bjbottom]

Well worth the wait.  I am glad you decided to continue this story.

[cubster1984]

Yayyyyyy fucken love it. Woof