Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 11:50:22 -0500
From: Sean Williams <williamscold@gmail.com>
Subject: The Trap, Chapter 16

The Trap

Chapter 16


	Colby turned off the car, but he remained inside.  He sat outside
of the beach house for a few minutes, gathering his thoughts.  It wasn't
long before the windows of the car fogged up.  Colby used a hand to wipe
dry the window that faced the house.  It was the same hand that he had used
to touch the chest and abs of a wrestler in a motel not too long before.
Colby watched the house: there was no sign of life within, but he knew
Rider was there.  He leaned the driver's seat back a bit; he closed his
eyes.

	He glanced down at his watch for the time.  It was 12:15.  He knew
that Rider would be awake in bed, waiting for him.  After a long day at the
firm, Rider would want to talk about the usual hoops his boss made him jump
through for at least twenty or thirty minutes, then he would fall asleep
with his head resting on Colby's chest.  Rider was like a big kid: as upset
as he would get at times, all he needed was a calm voice to say something
to him and he would be knocked out for the rest of the night, sleeping like
a baby.  In reality, Colby was as irritated by Rider's job as Rider was.
After months of hearing about Rider's boss, Colby wanted to kill the guy.
He knew that it would not be long before the guy asked Rider to procure a
pair of prostitutes for him, Elliot Spitzer style; he might even ask for a
handjob or worse, but that was Wall Street.

	As he sat outside the beach house in his rust bucket, Colby felt
for Rider.  He wanted to go to him, but he could not just then.  The
reason?  Colby knew that Rider would ask him about the raging hardon in his
pajamas and Colby did not have it in him to lie.  Not to Rider.

	Eyes closed, Colby's retinas had the image of a tanned, shredded
wrestler burned on them.  In the silence of the car, Colby could hear the
wrestler's deep, though somewhat immature voice in his ears.  If Colby was
still at Princeton, if he was still the privileged jock that he had been
only three short months ago, the wrestler would have been prime stud
material for sure.  Arun was right, there was absolutely no way that the
old Colby would have turned down a guy like that.  But Colby had changed.
Or had he?  If he had changed, why was the image of Zeke still burned in
his mind?

	Zeke.

	That had been the wrestler's name.  Just the sound of that name
echoing in his ears made Colby's cock throb.  He recalled his face touching
Zeke's abs through the thin fabric of the wrestling singlet.  He could feel
Zeke's balls pushed up against his chin.  "Oh my god," Colby said with a
sigh.  "I can't get this kid out of my head."

	Colby looked at the time.  12:25.  He had to go in or else Rider
would be up all night waiting and he knew his buddy had to get up at 5 for
the long drive to Manhattan.  Colby had an idea.  He whipped out his mobile
phone and then he found the paper where Zeke had written his number down.
He punched in the numbers and then he composed the following text:

	"It was really awesome to meet you, Zeke," the text began, "but
don't wait up for me to call, bro.  I have someone special in my life, a
really awesome dude, and I just couldn't do this to him.  All the best to
you in the rest of your season, buddy.  Later, dude!  Colby."

	Colby pressed "send" and then he powered off the phone.  With one
simple push of a button, Colby was able to usher Zeke out of his mind, for
the moment, and obtain some semblance of closure.  Colby took a deep breath
and stepped out of the car.

	"Dang, that must have been the longest delivery ever," Rider said,
rubbing his eyes with his fists and sitting up in bed.  Rider was not
wearing a shirt and Colby noted the way his strong chest protruded forward
from his frame.  He looked so warm.  The bedsheet and covers kept the lower
half of Rider's body from view, but Colby thought he could make out a hard
dick resting on Rider's thigh.

	"Yeah, it was a long day," said Colby, tossing off his hat and
jacket.

	"What's wrong, bud?" Rider asked.  He took note of the slowness
with which Colby had spoken the words and the lack of a smile on his face.

	Colby knew he needed to tell Rider something, but he did not want
to mention Zeke, so he said: "I ran into Arun today."

	"Wait, what?" asked Rider, shaking his head.  As the significance
of the event dawned on Rider he repeated "What?" and got out of the bed.
His face was flushed and his muscles tensed.  "What the fuck did you just
say?"

	"Arun," Colby replied.  He began to remove his clothes until he was
standing solely in his boxers.  Rider had seen Colby like this almost every
night for the last couple of months, but every night it was like seeing him
for the first time: the physical attraction between them was just that
strong.  "I saw Arun at my last delivery."

	"Wait, you mean you called him?"

	"No, man," said Colby.  When he noticed how alarmed Rider looked,
Colby began to realize that maybe telling him about this was not the best
idea he had ever had.  "I was walking to the car after my last
delivery... and that has to be the shittiest car on Earth, by the
way... and um... Arun was standing there waiting for me.  He was sitting on
the hood of the car."

	"What the heck, Colby!" Rider exclaimed.  "You should have called
me!  I would have driven right over.  Someone needs to beat the shit outta
that guy after what he did."

	Colby sighed.  "Rider, stop," he said.  "That's not you.  You
wouldn't beat the shit outta anybody if your life depended on it.  You're
just a big softie."

	Rider shrugged and looked away.  "But, I'm saying... someone needs
to do something.  That guy's an asshole of epic proportions.  I mean, can
you even argue with that statement?"

	"No."

	"So what did you do?"

	"We talked for a little bit," said Colby.  "Arun said he wanted to
tell me something, something about Gruder, but I didn't want to hear it."

	"Why not?"

	"Rider, I left that life behind, man.  I'm moving forward.  I just
want to forget about all that."

	"Colby..."

	"Rider, just listen, alright?"

	"Fine."

	Colby shrugged and continued: "I want to start something new here,"
he said.  "I know I'm just a pizzaboy... yes, possibly the hottest pizza
boy in the state of New Jersey, but still... I deliver pizzas and that
ain't much, but it's something to do with my time.  Eventually I will find
some direction in my life and figure out what I want and how to get it."

	"But you can't just turn your back on the past, Colby," said Rider.
"That never works.  You have to face it."

	"Um... that's the first I'm hearing that from you," Colby remarked.
"You never said anything like that before."

	"I know.  I just thought of it.  The time has just flown by, man.
Maybe I didn't want to face parts of what happened to you myself.  I just
thought it was so awesome to have you here."

	Rider walked toward Colby.  He put his strong arms around him and
their hairy chests touched.  "You already know how I feel, buddy," he
began, "but I never told you.  I really think you're the one I've been
lookin' for my whole life.  I can't believe we found each other.  That day
when you showed up on my doorstep I just knew.  'This is the moment.  This
moment is so important.'  This has to be the guy!  It has to be him."

	"Rider, don't."

	"No, Colby," said Rider.  "Just listen.  You are so impotant to me
and you need to know that I always have your back no matter what.  Maybe
with that knowledge you can have the confidence to stick it to Gruder where
it hurts."

	"I don't want to stick it to Gruder where it hurts," said Colby.
"Like I said, I've moved on with my life.  Plus, I don't need all that
negative karma.  It's time for me to let it go."

	"Negative karma?  Seriously, Colby, did your balls shrivel up
inside your body and become ovaries?  Good God, man, grow a pair!  Gruder
needs a hard fuck in the asshole!  I mean..."

	"I know what you mean."  Colby sighed again.  "Rider, man...  I
don't wanna talk about this.  We can talk about this tomorrow.  Can we just
get into bed?"

	"Yeah," said Rider.  He grabbed on to Colby's arm and guided him
back to bed.  "Let's go to sleep.  I have to get up early tomorrow."

	Colby noted that Rider must have gotten a haircut during his lunch
break because his almost jet black hair was cut short with a little bit of
hair in the front, a la Clark Kent, setting off his rugged and chiseled
face.  He really was a handsome guy and Colby appreciated this more and
more each day.  As he was led to the bed, Colby had a chance to look down
at the now obvious erection in Rider's pajama pants and said: "It looks
like you don't wanna just go to bed."

	Rider laughed.  "Just forget about it Colby," he said.  "You had a
rough day, buddy.  Let's just turn in."

	"But that would be so wrong," said Colby.  He pushed Rider back in
the bed and used a hand to pull down Rider's pajama pants.  When they came
down, Rider's massive hard cock plopped out and hit against his abs with a
loud "SMACK".

	"There's no way you'd be able to fall asleep with that in your
pants and, like you said, you have an early day tomorrow.  Let me help you
out," and Colby grabbed a hold of Rider's cock with a hand.

	"You're such a giver," Rider joked.  "Never thinking about
yourself..."

	"Shut up, Rider," said Colby, suppressing a smile.

	Rider knew what was coming and he closed his eyes and relaxed as
Colby firmly gripped on to his dick and gave it a jerk.  Only seconds into
the handjob, Rider was already leaking precum.  Rider's body looked so
amazing lying on the bed like that: his pulsating cock slowly dribbling out
milky precum.  Colby pushed Rider completely flat on the bed and then
managed to wriggle first one and then to fingers passed Rider's muscular
ass cheeks and into his tight hole.

	"Oh my god," Rider cooed.  "I... I'm so glad you're home."

	Colby pushed his two fingers back and forth, in and out of Rider's
ass.  Colby could see by the way Rider's cock throbbed against his chest,
and the way his chest rose and fell, that he was really getting into it.
The precum from Rider's cock fell off the tip of his dick and landed in the
treasure trail that coursed from Rider's striated chest down to his crotch.

	Meanwhile, Colby fucked Rider as hard as he could with his two
fingers and then he managed to squeeze in a third.  Rider moaned loudly
when the third finger went in.  His face turned completely red as the blood
rushed upward from his fast-beating heart.  He knew what was next.

	As Colby continued to finger fuck Rider with as much force as he
could, he also reached up and occasionally jerked and kissed Rider's dick.
Rider's body wriggled and writhed in pleasure as Colby's fingers pushed in
and out.  Soon, Rider was pushing his ass down on Colby's fingers,
basically riding Colby's hand.  Colby's heart raced at the hot scene in
front of him: the tall and muscular Rider bucking and pushing his tight
body down on his hand.

	Suddenly, Colby pulled his hand out of Rider's ass and crawled
forward, mounting him.  In an instant, Rider was feeling Colby's wide shaft
pushing into his ass.  "Oh fuck," Rider whispered.  "Holy fuck.  Ah!"

	Rider's muscles tightened and then relaxed.  He felt something like
electricity coursing through his body.  The feeling of his best bud pushing
his dick into him and fucking him was too incredible for words.  Colby
leaned down and kissed Rider's face and neck as he pounded him.  Rider
rubbed Colby's back and arms.  He reached on to Colby's ass and pulled his
body closer down on top of his.  "Fuck me," he said.  "Fuck me, man."

	Colby obliged and thrusted his cock as far into Rider as he could;
his balls slapped loudly against Rider's ass.  Rider was jerking his dick
and soon he said: "I'm gonna cum.  Fuck!  Ah!  AAAHHHH!"

	Colby continued to pound Rider as the Princeton basketball player
came.  The first shot hit Colby in the chin, causing both guys to laugh,
while the rest landed on Rider's chest and slowly trickled down his abs to
his thick bush of brown pubes.

	Colby could not keep his own cum in, watching the hot scene of
Rider cumming, and he pulled his cock out of Rider's ass and jerked it
until the cum oozed out.  Colby squeezed the cum out over Rider's face.
"Oh my god!  Oh my fucking god," he said.  As Colby continued to cum, Rider
sat up, opened his mouth wide, and took Colby's cock in.  He sucked in like
a Hoover on overload and drained Colby's balls of all their cum.  Colby's
body shook as he was drained and when he was done cumming down Rider's
throat, he collapsed on top of him.  Colby panted loudly, from the sex and
from exhaustion.  With this fuck session, Colby quickly forgot about the
wrestler.  "What was I worried about before?" he asked himself.

	"What, bro?" Rider asked.

	"Nothing, man.  Nothin'.  Just go to sleep."

	Like the good boy that he was, Rider fell asleep almost instantly.
When Colby awoke the next morning, Rider would be gone: probably halfway
through his long daily drive to Manhattan.  Colby would get up, go to the
shower and jerk off as the water ran down his body: that was his own daily
ritual before donning the red and blue cap of Jersey's hottest pizza boy.




	"A dude?" Zeke asked as Colby stepped out of the car.

	Zeke had been sitting on a bench on the boardwalk and he stood up
when Colby's car rolled up.

	Colby parked the car and walked over to Zeke.  As much as he did
not want to admit it, Zeke looked even handsomer standing there in front of
him, in his university wrestling jacket, than he had in his blue singlet.

	"What?" Colby asked.

	Zeke lauged.  "Your text said that you had someone special in your
life... and that it was a dude."

	"Oh," said Colby.  "That.  Well, um, what can I say?  I'm what the
British would call a 'tosser'."

	"Yeah, I have no idea what that means..."

	"I like dudes, ok, bro?"

	Zeke nodded, but did not reply right away.  Then he said: "I'm
surprised you showed up."

	Colby sighed.  "Well, your text said you wanted to see me one last
time."  Colby whipped out his mobile phone and re-read the text he had
received that morning.  In the text, Zeke said that he may never pass
through that town in Jersey again and he hoped that he could hang out with
Colby once before he continued on with his wrestling season.  "How could I
say 'no' to that?"

	Zeke nodded again.

	"So...um... what do you have to say?"

	Zeke sighed and made sort of a childish blubbering sound with his
lips, a sign that he did not know what to say.  "I wanted to see you," said
Zeke.  "There's just something about you."

	"Yeah, I think I know what it is," said Colby.  "I'm a hot pizza
boy with an ass to die for.  There are lots of hot pizza boys in Jersey."

	"No, it's not that," said Zeke, though visibly turning his head to
the side and peeking down at Colby's ass.  "I mean, it is an incredible
ass, but it's not that.  I don't know what it is, but I feel like you need
someone to talk to, or a hug or something, man."

	Colby chuckled, but said nothing.

	"You look like you've been through a lot, and you don't have to
tell me about any of it, but you just have this look in your eyes
like... like the rug's been pulled out from under you."

	"You never told me you were psychic."

	"I'm not," said Zeke, taking two steps closer to Colby, "but I'm
good at reading people.  I'm not just a dumb jock that loves pizza and
beer."

	Colby gave Zeke a pat on the shoulder, inadvertently getting a feel
of a rock hard delt and tricep under his fingers.  "You're a good guy,"
said Colby, in that 'I'm about to say goodbye' tone.  "I really hope that
you come back to this shit town sometime and order a pizza.  We could hang
out or somethin'.  Maybe catch a movie.  They're showing 'Perplexed
Plutonian Prostitutes III: A Long Night in Dublin' at the old
drive-thru..."

	Zeke gave Colby a long hard look, straight in his eyes, and opened
his arms wide.  "Give me a hug, man," he said, in a voice both pleading and
full of command.

	Colby glanced around uncomfortably; there did not appear to be
anyone else on the boardwalk besides the two of them.  "What?" he asked.
"Why?"

	"We may never see each other again," said Zeke.  "Can't two grown
men... um... hug each other?"

	Colby shrugged, opened his arms, and joined Zeke in an embrace.
Zeke, though several inches shorter than Colby, pulled him close and gave
him a strong bear hug.  In the process, Zeke's crotch rubbed up against
Colby's leg and Colby got a feel of a rock-hard cock.  Zeke rubbed Colby's
back and then let him go.

	"That's all, man," said Zeke, with his usual killer grin.  "You
have my number, bro.  You can give me a call anytime.  To talk, or
whatever."

	"Alright."

	"Later, bro."

	"Later."

	Colby walked back to the car and drove off, taking several glances
up at the rearview mirror to glance at the wrestler, looking so strong
under his clothes, that he had left standing alone on the boardwalk.
Jersey was becoming sooo interesting...



[Those of you that are still reading this story clearly have Jedi training
as I probably would have stopped reading a long time ago.  Pat yourselves
on the back, dudes!  There's more to come!]

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