All Queers Must Die

by Gerald Lopez

  “Stop crying,” Bart said, with no feeling at all in his voice.

  Reese tried to stop crying, but couldn’t. “P…please, Jeremy, please.” He was pleading now. “You’ll really hurt me, if you do this.”

  “I don’t know if I believe you,” Bart said, sticking his index finger in his mouth—getting it all wet with saliva. He lowered his hand and let his wet finger trace around Reese’s hot asshole, then he started slowly and carefully inserting the tip of his finger. His body felt Reese’s body trembling hard beneath it. “You are tight. I’m beginning to really believe this might actually hurt you.” He looked down at Reese and smiled.

  “Oh, God… oh, my God,” Reese said, careful not to raise his voice in case anyone heard him. “You’re really gonna do this.” He struggled and tried to push Bart off, but couldn’t budge him… and he started crying again.

  “I said to stop with the crying,” he put his hand against Reese’s mouth and could see the tears running down in streams from his eyes. The guy was terrified. “Reese, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth now, and I want you to try your very best not to cry, OK.”

  Reese nodded his head in response, and Bart removed his hand.

  “How old are you, Reese?”

  “Twenty-two,” Reese said in between the tears.

  “You’re a really good-looking guy, Reese,” Bart said, calmly and trying to use a soothing voice. “I thought we were just having a good time here, but you’re having a meltdown, bro.”

  Reese nodded. “I can’t do this, Jer, please… I really can’t do this. I’ve got no problem with blowjobs and the other stuff, but please not this.”

  “You could yell and scream for help… someone could hear you and come,” Bart said.

  Reese shook his head no. “I can’t or—”

  “Or what,” Bart said.

  “I can’t say… please don’t make me say.”

  “Say what, Reese… that someone put you up to this—put you up to seducing me for some reason,” Bart said. “Was it Rachel for kicks?”

  “No… I’m not scared of her,” Reese said.

  “No, but you’re scared of someone. Here’s what’s gonna happen, Reese. You’re gonna tell me everything you’re involved in and how it involves me. Otherwise, I’m gonna tear your ass up so badly that it’s going to take a visit to the emergency room to fix you up.”

  “OK… OK,” Reese said. “But will you love me and help me—do you think you might be able to help me, Jeremy? I swear I’ll do whatever you want, except for getting—well, you know what. I’d even be willing to do that, if you’ll love me and be gentle about it. I’m just so scared.”

  “Tell me what you’ve gotten yourself into, and we’ll find a way to fix it,” Bart said.

  “OK, but it’s bad… really bad.”

  Chapter 11

  The Truth Emerges

  FRANK TURNED from the monitor to Jenna, but she put a finger to her lips to keep him from speaking, then pointed to the monitor. They watched Bart release the hold he had on Reese, move to sit next to him, and put an arm around him. Reese cried on Bart’s shoulder for a couple seconds, then looked up and wiped his eyes with his hand.

  ‘YOU’VE GOT to love me, Jeremy,” Reese said: “That’s what he told me—he said I had to make you fall in love with me, so you’d confide in me.”

  “Who told you that, Reese?” Bart said.

  “Mr. Orion—I owe him big time because of… of—,” he had to stop and wipe back some more tears. “I took the money when he offered it, you see. It was a thousand dollars, and I needed it—no, I didn’t really need it—I wanted it.”

  Bart held him close and kissed the top of his head. “That’s good money… really good money, but what did you have to do for it.”

  “I had to… I had to—I can’t say it, Jeremy.”

  “It’s OK… it’s just us here,” Bart said. “We’ll find a way to solve your problem together, but first I need to know what your problem is, Reese.”

  Reese decided it was better to get it all out at once, so he spoke quickly. “I had to do things with those two fake grandkids of his while they were doing coke.”

  “I take it by coke, you’re not talking about the soft drink,” Bart said.

  “No, I’m talking about the illegal white powder. That bastard Mr. Orion! He filmed everything. He filmed me spanking those guys with a big wooden paddle and… and using a whip on them too. I didn’t want to do that, but he already had us on film with the coke. Nobody would ever believe I didn’t do coke, and you know… you know those kids he comes with—everyone will think I was messing around with underage boys.” He started to look around the room feeling panicked. “Oh my God! Oh my God! That guy really has me by the balls, doesn’t he, Jer. What am I going to do?”

  Bart looked at him, then kissed him lightly on the lips. “First, Reese, you’ve got to get better at kissing, if you’re going to make Mr. Orion believe we’re a couple in love.”

  “You mean—” Reese said.

  “I mean, that we’re going to let Mr. Orion believe you’re succeeding at your mission of seduction. You’re young, Reese; and you’ve made some whopper mistakes here, but I think we can clear them up. You do know the boys Mr. Orion brings aren’t underage?”

  “Yeah,” Reese said. “Simon finds young-looking guys already in the biz. They keep their pubes shaved, and it helps them look younger. I would never do it with someone underage.” He looked at Bart—almost pleading with him. “Please say you believe me, Jeremy, please.”

  “Did Simon bring you here to the resort as a part-time gigolo, stud, or whatever?” Bart said.

  “No,” Reese said. “I came to Maynard Shores on my own from out of state. We—Simon and I met here. I never believed in labels when it came to sex, so when he first made a move on me, I accepted. It was only ever hand jobs or blow jobs, though.”

  “Are you trying to tell me that other than the threesome you two had, he’s never asked you for any other favors?” Bart said.

  “Well, he did ask me to escort some of the older females to events around town,” Reese said. “But they just enjoyed the attention, it wasn’t a sexual thing. There were a couple of old men that I would pose nude for, or put on a solo show for—the kind where they watch me get off while they get off. But things are getting out of hand—Mr. Orion’s party scared me. I’m not into the bondage thing, or the drugs.”

  “I think maybe it’s time to put all that stuff behind you, Reese—for good.”

  “Yes, Sir, I agree. But what do I do now about Mr. Orion?

  “Is Mr. Orion a drug dealer, Reese—the truth, just between us?”

  “I don’t know for sure, but I think he just buys his party goods from Rachel, like everyone does. She would never sell coke to him, so Simon found it for him—for a fee.”

  “Our Simon is a good little supplier, isn’t he?” Bart said. “And I don’t doubt that he’s the one that arranged for you to supply the entertainment at Mr. Orion’s party that time. Where is Rachel getting the drugs?”

  “Simon would love to know the answer to that question,” Reese said. “But nobody can answer it—maybe not even Rachel.”

  “What else does Rachel supply for folks?”

  “Too many things to mention,” Reese said. “Most of what she sells scares me.”

  “It’s good to be scared of coke and stuff,” Bart said, searching Reese’s face with his eyes. The man had stunning, clear, bright green eyes. And those eyes were hiding something. “What aren’t you telling me, Reese?”

  Reese sniffled a bit, and looked down for a moment. Bart gently raised his chin up and spoke, as if he were trying to calm a child. “You and I are going to be the best of friends in every sense of the word—we have to be, if you’re going to fool Mr. Orion. Best friends and lovers have no secrets. Let me be here for you… to protect and love you.”

  “I’m not naive, Jeremy. Desperate, but not naive. I know we’ll never be real lovers.�
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  “Maybe not,” Bart said. “But we’ll do enough to convince Mr. Orion that we are; so he’ll let down his guard, and we can catch him.”

  “Whoa! Whoa! Who mentioned taking him down? Not me. I didn’t say anything about that.”

  “If we don’t take him down, you’re going to be his slave for the rest of your life,” Bart said. “We just need to make sure to get any photos or videos he has of you and destroy them—unless there’s something else that has you scared about all this.”

  “One of those boys,” Reese said. “Not one of the ones Mr. Orion brought with him this time, but a boy from before. A boy from that time with the paddles and coke.”

  “What about that boy?”

  “He got sick from the coke, and other stuff he was taking, Jer, and I’ve heard rumors about Rachel’s merchandise not being pure. That boy was sick—really sick, like I thought he might die kind of sick.”

  “What happened?” Bart said.

  “Mr. Orion made a call and told me and the other boy to leave, because he had friends coming to deal with the situation. I left like he said, but I found out from Alstair that two big men came and took that one boy away. Jeremy, no ambulance was called and everything was hushed up fast. If he could call someone and gets things handled like that, then I’m not safe.”

  “You’ll be fine, if you do as I say,” Bart said. “Is Mr. Orion mafia, Reese?”

  “No, I’m sure he’s not. He’s something altogether different… maybe even more powerful; and with a level of cruelty inside him stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. The man completely terrifies me.”

  “What does he think I know?”

  “I’m not sure,” Reese said. “He’s probably worried you were going to rat him out about the boys. If you know they’re not underage, then you also know that he doesn’t realize that.”

  “And it’s best he stays in the dark about that for now,” Bart said. “OK, I think it’s time for all good boys and girls to go to bed.”

  “Huh,” Reese said. “Do you want me to leave?”

  “No, it’s just an old saying,” Bart said. “I think it’s time to forget about Mr. Orion and his pals, and concentrate on—what was it you said earlier? Oh, yeah, giving each other a helping hand.”

  “THAT’S OUR cue to log off, Frank,” Jenna said. “Unless you want to watch Jeremy seal the deal.”

  Frank switched to the camera inside Bart’s living room, then turned to Jenna, who was getting up from her chair. “What now, Jenna?”

  Chapter 12

  Teach Me, Oh Wise One

  “I GUESS I’VE made a mess of my life, huh,” Reese said, as he leaned back and rested against Bart.

  Bart intertwined his fingers with Reese’s and spoke. “Not such a big mess that we can’t get you out of it… if you really do want to get your life back on track.”

  “I do,” Reese said. “Teach me, oh wise one.”

  “I was informed by Jenna that I’m the ripe old age of twenty-five. That’s hardly enough time for me to have acquired much wisdom.”

  “You’re not much older than me, but you seem to have your life so together, even with the amnesia.”

  “Thank you. Would you like some advice—it’s free.”

  “At that price, how can I refuse?” Reese said. “Fire away.”

  “I think we should work together to get you out of Mr. Orion’s clutches. We need to keep an eye on him and wait for our chance to get those pictures, videos, and whatever else he has. Until then, all you’ve got to do is keep your cool and convince him we’re lovers. Since I still have amnesia, you won’t be lying when you tell him I don’t remember anything. And under no circumstances, tell Mr. Orion anything we’ve discussed; or you’ll end up making your problems with him even worse.”

  “Understood, oh wise one,” Reese said. “Any other advice?”

  “Yeah,” Bart said. “You need to work on your kissing skills, if you’re going to convince anyone we’re lovers.”

  “I didn’t realize I was that bad—care to help me improve my skills.”

  “Maybe I can teach you a thing or two,” Bart said. He leaned over as if to kiss Reese, but let his lips linger just above without actually touching Reese’s lips. “Just close your eyes, Reese, feel my breath as I get closer to you, and my lips before they actually touch yours. Then immerse yourself fully in every sensation.” He ran his hand slightly above Reese’s body.

  Reese let out a low moan, then tried to suppress it.

  “No,” Bart said. “Moan when you want, and as loud as you want. Otherwise, how am I supposed to tell when you’re enjoying things?”

  Bart leaned in and blew softly along Reese’s neck. He could hear Reese moan again, so he worked his way back to his lips. The first kiss was gentle, almost chaste. On the second kiss he sucked on Reese’s upper lip, then ever so slowly slipped his tongue in. All the while, his hand explored Reese’s body, moving along his legs upward, but being careful to avoid his cock and balls.

  REESE DID as Jeremy had instructed. He allowed himself to feel every touch fully, even the sensations of Jeremy’s warm breath on his neck. His body reacted to Jeremy’s hand above, then on his bare flesh. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before… what love must feel like—slow, tender, indulgent. His heart was racing now as he pulled Jeremy down on top of him and began kissing him passionately. Too passionately, because Jeremy pushed him back.

  “There’s no need to rush, Reese. Let’s take our time as lovers do, and build the trust between us. Instead of just having sex—let’s make love. Roll over on your stomach.” He saw Reese look up at him nervously. “Trust me, babe.” After Reese rolled over, Bart climbed on top of him and straddled his ass. He massaged his back and blew along his spine. Reese moaned, and Bart began kissing his back, then slid down his body, so he was even with the lifeguard’s perfect round ass. He kissed the top of Reese’s ass, then his ass cheeks. Being as gentle as possible, he spread Reese’s ass with his hands and again blew on his asshole before reaching down between his legs and getting hold of his cock. He licked along the crack of Reese’s ass, then down to his balls and cock. In one move, he put all of Reese’s engorged cock into his mouth.

  IT WAS almost too much—the sheer pleasure of it all was almost unbearable. When Jeremy blew on his ass, then kissed it, Reese couldn’t help but moan loudly. He felt like putty in the man’s hands, and didn’t even mind feeling that way. Jeremy’s hands were turning Reese on his side, and he allowed it. Once he was on his back again, his cock was standing tall and at attention. Jeremy licked along the head of his cock, and he moaned in pleasure. Then he felt Jeremy’s tongue slide under his foreskin, before he tugged on the edge of it with his teeth.

  “Oh, God, Jeremy. I swear I never knew it could be this great with a guy.”

  “How’s about giving me that helping hand… or mouth you promised, Reese.”

  THE TWO turned so their bodies were perfectly aligned to sixty-nine. Bart sucked and tugged on Reese’s balls, and Reese followed his moves perfectly—even when Bart sucked on the area between Reese’s balls and asshole. Both moaned loudly, then began sucking on each other’s cocks.

  “I can’t take much more of this, Jeremy.”

  “Let’s try and cum together, lover,” Bart said.

  Moments later, they were again moaning loudly as they shot load after load of cum into the air. Bart got up from bed, retrieved two towels from the bathroom, and threw one to Reese before getting back into bed beside him. He put an arm around Reese and pulled him close. Reese responded by kissing Bart and putting his arm around him.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m not lying—honest, Jeremy.”

  “Thanks, but it takes two, you know. If we’re going to fool Mr. Orion, we’ll need to keep this up a while and act like a couple.”

  “OK, but what exactly does that mean?” Reese said.

  “Oh, hanging out, maybe eating a couple of meals together, or enjoying the nightlife
with mutual friends,” Bart said. “That sort of thing.”

  “That’ll work. Rachel and a few of us usually go clubbing on Saturday nights, maybe you can join us.”

  “Not exactly my kind of crowd… but why not?” He smiled, then hugged Reese. Things were falling into place nicely.

  “Do you want me to go back to my place, Jeremy?”

  “No, I want you to spend the night by my side.” He kissed Reese, then turned out the light on his night stand and closed his eyes.

  BART WAS up first the next morning, and turned to look down at Reese. He brushed back the lifeguard’s raven hair, so he could see his sleeping face more clearly. It was like looking down at an angel—a foolish angel, but a beautiful one. He’d need to make sure to keep Reese out of trouble… at least, for the time being.

  Somehow he managed to tear himself away from the beautiful angel, get out of bed, and head into the living room. That’s when he remembered there was nothing to eat in the place yet. He also noticed something else—a letter had been slipped under his door. Naked and barefoot, he walked to it, bent down, and picked it up. The envelope was scented and smelled like gardenias. Upon opening it, he found a handwritten invitation to visit Lisa at three for a boating outing. He placed the invitation on a side table, then went back to wake his guest—in the sweetest way possible. Once he was in the bedroom again, he slid under the covers until he got to Reese’s hard cock, and gave it a good morning kiss. Soon, he was in a familiar sixty-nine position with Reese.

  A short while later, they were wrapped in each other’s arms and feeling very satisfied.

  “I’ve got lifeguard duty in an hour,” Reese said. What’re you going to do all day?”