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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 01 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Alek@18yo
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Four years ago, Alek was entering his twelfth year of education, senior year of high school, in a different town. Having moved the family over the summer, due to business propositions, Alek now resides in a upper crust area of town, step up from a middle income household.
In a ditch effort to remain in the city, Alek had pleaded with his parents to stay with his `Nana', maternal side of the family. It didn't work, the father claiming family very important, they needed to stick together. He knew this a crock, yet spared the sarcasm, well knowing, when his father had an idea it was fruitless to oppose it.
From time to time over the years, his father taking either himself of one of the other two boys in the family on an outing, off to a father-son' day at the office, which included girls, some families not owning' a `boy'. Sometimes his father would call it the same, taking either Alek or one of his siblings. His claim, Alek defended staying in the neighborhood, it being closer to his father's business. It got shot down, the father saying the family was moving, but the business was not!
Second plea, he dwell on the aspect, Nana part of the family. Torn down in an instant, his mother broke the news, her mother moving along with them.
Happy, but sad, Alek took it in stride. At least Nana didn't cling to the old ways, adhering to a more open approach to life and ever-changing times. Yet, it remain a memory, of his father rarely being around during important milestones of life, responding quite coldly to it, "Whenever were we a family?"
It earned Alek a slap across the face, which made him lose his balance. He should have known something like that was his destiny, based on his father's means of disciplining the kids of the family. The boys, Erik, Dominick and himself, would always feel the brunt of their father's justice. To make matters worse, the two others had to stand at attention and watch whichever of the boys was being strapped on the back.
The sisters, they were taken to the kitchen and made to peel potatoes for the family chef, or do other demeaning work. Sometimes Alek had wished he were born a girl!
Matter of fact, as he aged from elementary to junior high, high school, he wondered if a mistake were made. When out at the park, he and his brothers and friends, playing tag football, would stop the game to ogle over some `babes'. This was in junior high, Alek wondered why he was in love with shirtless guys, more than babes sunning on a blanket.
Later on, when they broke, Alek would always `need' to use the park restroom. The rest of the team, whom had done some fumbles and other acts of showing off, made a beeline for the blanket-babes.
Two days before graduating from the tenth grade, Alek stood in the restroom, washing hands over and over, pumping more soap than needed. Instead of thinking of the hottest babe, Erik's friend, Mark, was on his mind. Three years older, Mark was already a mature high schooler, which he could boldly notice, a dark spot of hair midchest and a trail which seemed non-ending, dipping under the ledge of gym shorts.
Up close, during the huddle, Alek never would admit, paying more attention to Mark, than what play was up next. Long distance, Mark's bod was a blur, wisps of brown hair around his nips looking as if they were painted circles. Not only the front, but when Mark and his brother were headed away from him, Alek loved the look of Mark's back and as with the treasure trail, he wondered what kept those shorts held up, noticing the outline of Mark's ass.
Thinking on it, how could Alek not feel an erection coming on?
"Hey, bud, you played a mean game this afternoon!"
`Omg!' Alek thought, willing his pants to subside, making like he had just peed and was cleaning the grass stains off his hands.
Mark heading right to the urinal, Alek replies with a cool, "Thanks, Mark."
"You keep that up and you'll wind up on a football scholarship," he flushes.
`Keeping something up?' Yeah, that's what worried Alek, especially with Mark coming over, standing next to him and pressing down on the faucet.
"Don't you hate that?" Mark says, pounding on the faucet 3 or 4 times.
Alek, thinking Mark meant getting a hard shaft, thinking about a certain person and then having him come into your presence, but kept it simple, "Hate what?"
"These damn faucets! You would think, a rich community like ours, they could afford to let you have all the water you need to wash up!"
He knew what Mark meant, but Alek couldn't keep a straight face, watching him pound-wash-pound-wash-pound-wash-pound...
"I guess that'll have to do," Mark shakes the water off.
Not wanting to lead Mark on, towards his own `problem', Alek leads away, "Are you sure you didn't break the faucet?"
"You fuckin' kiddin'? They don't have enough loot to waste a little water, but will you look at it...strong enough to take a pounding by a fuckin' dumptruck!"
Even more challenging for Alek, was the idea he might want to try doing some fuckin' around himself, but was careful not to think too much about Mark's hot ass!
Then, from out of the blue, Alek was shocked, Mark feeling up his crotch, "Oh man, I feel so horny. How about you?"
Always shy on the subject, Alek usually disagreed, but doesn't know why he did the opposite this time, "Uh, yeah. Me too."
"Really?" Mark answers, very bright smile, like someone was offering him a chocolate sundae!
"Um, yeah," Alek realizes it, plays it down, "somewhat, I guess."
Walking over to the door, Mark shoves the garbage can up, under the handle, saying, "This works every time," most likely it working, finding out another dude being the same as himself, more than horny. Mark even went on to explain it, scientifically, "The handle, if tried from the outside, would catch on the rim of the big barreled can, making it appear the restroom was out of order. Clever, huh?"
"Very," Alek gulped, nervously. He also had it on his mind, "Like, how would you know something like that?"
It then opened up a whole new world for Alek, Mark rattling off how he's caught fellow students, older students, married men, strangers, even one of the town's cops, "Yeah, once they get a look at this..."
Wide as saucers, Alek knew the shock on his face, feeling it first, looking upon Mark, the shorts pulled down below his crotch, big balls acting like anchoring the Titanic, "Wow. You sure are...big!"
Holding his shaft in one hand, Mark walks over to Alek, "If I'm right, you're not much different down there?"
Another first, Alek, who's attention was already pubes-level, watches Mark's hand tug at his gym shorts!
"Um," Alek's hand catches him.
"Oh, come on, we're two men here. The door's locked tighter than Fort Knox. Trust me, no one's making it through that door unless we want them!"
It wasn't that, as Mark apparently was not guessing, which made Alek curious, "Do you like, handle other guys' cock?"
"Of course and if I want to pick up a couple of bucks, I'll make them `feel good', is you know what I mean?" Mark looks Alek in the face, smiles with bright shine.
"Not really," Alek replies, in the dark over this one.
"I mean, not that we need it, our dads having millions in the bank, but it makes it more exciting, when a guy is willing to give you 50-bucks for a blow job!" Mark laughs.
Sheepishly, Alek says, "I, um...like, never gave anyone a blowjob?"
Not taken back, Mark questions, "Did you ever get one?"
"Nope."
"Well, my boy, you're about to experience a first!"
Alek didn't want to really give Mark a blowjob. If he had the choice, which he would feel kind of scared doing, would rather offer to stick his hard shaft into Mark's asshole.
However, before he could protest or offer anything, Mark grabs Alek's shorts, pulls them down as he goes to his knees, "Brace yourself on the sink and leave the rest to me. Get ready for the best feeling of your life!"
There were no words to express how Alek felt, Mark expertly cupping his lips around his hard shaft.
Popping off with a slurp, Mark claims, "Oh man, you taste so fuckin' awesome!"
Courteous, way he's always taught to be, Alek replies, "Thanks."
Back to sucking, Alek did take it easy, both hands behind him, leaning on the sink.
"Hell yeah! Do that again!" Mark detaches his lips, but is right back on it.
"Do what?"
Mark pops off long enough to say, "Pulse your hips forward."
"I didn't even mean to do it," Alek claims.
This time Mark kept on, dragging his lips back, pushing his new stache right up to Alek's hairy teen pubes...back and forth.
It made Mark smile, thinking of pleasuring a dude having his first blowjob. First was always the best for a guy giving head, when the sweet cream shoots out, hearing his top wail in ecstasy.
For Alek, it was no different, Mark inhaling the spunk without spilling a drop.
Unknown to Alek, which probably he would not turn Mark down, just have a tough time falling on his knees and doing the same, is bonked out when Mark comes off, licks his lips and holding his left hand up, "Sorry, but I came already. If you want, you can lick my hand off?"
"Ugh," Alek watched the creamy goo dripping from between Mark's fingers, repulsed, "no thanks. Maybe next time."
Alek witnesses Mark licking his own goo off, before pounding on the faucets again.
Getting up, Mark says, "If you want to, no charge, I'll do you again before I go off to school?"
Mark, a senior, was graduating. Probably why, Alek thought, he so freely gave of himself at this time, but didn't shoot him down, "Maybe."
Washing up, Mark says, "What are you, 8? 9?"
"8 or 9 what?"
"Inches," Mark replies, yet watching Alek clean himself up, drying his cock off, "though it sure ain't that big now!"
It's one thing which concerned Alek, his cock going to the back of Mark's mouth, "For a minute there I thought I was going to choke you!"
"Mm-mm, next time I'd sure like to try and swallow!"
He knew he was pushing all of Alek's buttons, being his first experience, "Swallow? Like, you can do that?"
"Oh yeah. Add humming, a little tune drives a guy wild!"
It's only after Mark moved the can and left, Alek had about a million and a half questions. Though, standing there with his cell phone in hand, he now treasured having Mark's phone number installed. His first gay friend!
One thought, as he walked back to the field, he wondered if he was going to experience another erection. Beyond that, Alek wondered a few things like, was Mark going to mention to the guys or his brothers, of giving him a blowjob? Just a curious thought, how many guys has Mark sucked in the park restroom? If so, it made him smile, betting Mark was a pretty rich guy, based on experience!
During the two remaining years of high school, Alek felt too reluctant to come out.
One of those afternoons, after a tag football game, Alek again eluded the stampede towards the blanket-babes and ducked into the restroom.
While washing hands, an officer happens in, "Hello young man."
"Officer," Alek is polite. Noticing the patch on his uniform, Alek is forward, asking, "You're not from around here, are you?"
Little did Alek know, it's the same exact line Mark had used, to commandeer the cop!
Rather than a direct answer, the `uniform' says, "You remind me of a guy who graduated last year, Mark. Did you happen to know him?"
"Um," Alek shook his head slightly, answering no, but gives in, feeling his crotch `zing', "maybe."
It was a big, big hint, the cop saying, "No, I'm from the next state over, on my way home. Say, have you ever noticed Mark, putting the garbage can up against the door? I just figured he had a thing about people watching him wash his hands."
He knew it a trap. Not the kind which would seek out gay guys and then cuff him, hauling his ass off to jail, but still Alek was uncertain, "Maybe."
Walking over to the door, the officer places the can under the handle, "He did it like this. Using his ingenuity, Mark would position it so the handle would be braced against the edge of the can. If someone tried it from the outside, it would seem like the restroom was out of order."
`Funny, that's how Mark explained it to him,' it made Alek smile. By now though, Alek knew where the cop was going with this.
Both knew!
"Well," Alek says, using his good mathematical skills, "Mark, he told me he charged $50. I charge $100." He smiles, thinking no one is going to pay that much, especially when they paid half in the past for the same service!
He wondered if the cop's lips, being wetted down, were helping in the decision, or maybe he was thinking whether to withdraw the handcuffs from the back of his belt?
`Oh man,' Alek thought, would he father be pissed, having to come down to the station, bail him out, get his attorney involved, having it come out his youngest son is a fuckin' whore...
"Depends on what I'll be chewing on!"
He never measured, after last year, especially the second time, when Mark thought Alek could be, instead of 8 or 9, 9 or 10, guessing himself, based on Mark's estimation, "Think you can get a perfect 10 down your throat?"
From Mr. Tough-cop, to a broken man, the cop's eyes open as wide as saucers, "Daymn! Not sure I can get it down the throat, but you're welcome to bust my ass wide open!"
Knowing his whole plan, doubling the fee and making his shaft, when hard, appear to be something a man would not want to tangle with, Alek figured he had to do what a man's got to do, adding to the demands, "In addition to the $100, which I'd like right now?"
"I'm a cop! You don't trust me?"
With his palm stuck out, Alek felt like he had the power of the universe, "And, if I ever get a speeding ticket, you'll fix it for me." Like Mark said, at the second blowjob, when in demand, a top has to be demanding, Alek kept his dominant appearance, wearing it like an actor with a star on the sidewalk.
While the cop fishes his wallet out of his back pants pocket, he says, "The money, no problem, but I doubt I can help you out with a ticket."
Remembering all those tips from Mark, Alek allows the $50, $20, 2-$10's, $5 and 5-$1's, slip out of his hand. They go hang-gliding onto the floor, "Then the deal's off."
Using his hands to explain, the cop claims, "Look, I'm not sure what I can do about a speeding ticket. Anything else..."
Alek thought he was cute, funny, but as Mark had alluded to, kept up the facade, "Okay. I'll let you slide on the ticket," and what Mark said could be demeaning, depending on the guy, "but take your clothes off."
Alek smiled, thinking what Mark said about dudes, like cops and businessmen, having a lot to take off. He also tipped off, afterwards, if there was any semen floating around, his or the other dude's, pick out an article of the other guys' clothing and wipe up.
Following Alek's directive, the cop says, "Would you want me to call you `sir'?"
It's something Alek had forgotten, some guys wanting to get into some fetish-play and remembering how Mark would handle it, "I was fuckin' wonderin' why you weren't being polite," though Alek had a tough time getting out the word, `pig!'
Mark had also said, while the dude is apologizing, slap him around. Alek couldn't bring himself to that, but was taking inventory to figure which article of clothing he would choose to wipe his soggy pubes off. Mark said his favorites were briefs and dress shirt, or if it were a cop or fireman, the uniform shirt. Mark even mentioned, in the case of a businessman, Alek could pull his necktie off and bind wrists behind the back.
He was curious to see how far the cop would go, "Give me your handcuffs."
"You will remember the key when we're done?" the cop was no moron, basing his trust on this guy knowing Mark.
"Of course," another of Mark's tips, them begging to come back for more, racking up the banking account, "though if your mouth is less than satisfactory..."
"I won't disappoint, sir. You'll see."
Alek was already seeing plenty, the cop, looking late 30's, good shape, though probably didn't know what the inside of a gym looked like, moderately hairy, no facial hair and...when he went to pluck off the briefs, another Mark, "I didn't give you permission to take them off," the cop was ready to step one foot out.
"Uh," he hung in mid-air, on one foot, other knee up, cock and balls dangling in the lurch, "should I continue?"
Mark said, never give them the benefit of the doubt, "No. Pull them back up and ask politely."
"Yes, sir."
This was getting kind of fun, though looking upon the cop's nice trio, Alek was feeling the need to touch, "Hold it a sec."
From his ass perched up on the sink ledge, Alek leans forward.
"At attention!"
He loved it, the cop jumping into placing arms at his side.
"Feet apart!"
The cop adjusts his footings.
It would be his first feel up', touching another man's wares, but Alek knew he was in over his head, in what Mark would call, no turning back.'
Because this was the new guy, which the officer searched for, but could not tell, the difference between this restroom trick and Mark, whom seemed competent, filled with knowledge over how to pick up a guy, went along with whatever was dealt out to him.
Knowing the drill, the officer moves his feet to a little more than shoulder width and without asking, puts hands behind head, standing there much like he would instruct a perpetrator, uttering, "Yes, sir."
Cracking a little smile, Alek walked around the police officer as if checking out a side of beef at his grandfather's butcher shop, "I can see you like your donuts?" he dares to pat the cop on the buttocks.
"Yes, sir."
Unknown to Alek, a little quirk, how things went with Mike and the officer, throwing hint to how he could be made hard-er to the point of excretion, "I don't mind if you feel the urge to punch my donut-belly, sir."
Coming around front, now which it was mentioned, Alek saw how the stripe from the cop's midchest curved its way down to the navel, silhouette of the treasure trail against skin, his bellyhole acting like a button to keep the stomach pressed inward, "I see what you mean. Would be an awful shame not to take advantage of such a situation."
However, playing the game, it wasn't the officer's turn, Alek ignoring the gut for the moment. It would've been nice, to explore all the options, but if he was missed too long, out on the park field, like Mark had tutored him, it would look suspicious. Of course, if a guy took too long in the park restroom, Alek could explain himself, constipation, but that excuse could be overused, reverting to the suspicion.
Being `constipated' for the past fifteen minutes, Alek thought he was testing his own limits, "Well, I haven't time right now for all the frills," he had walked behind the cop, put a hand to his upper back, gave a little shove.
Knowing the drill, Alek wasn't surprised, Mark telling him, all it took was a little coercion, to give hint to bend in half, over the sink. Also a benefit, keeping pants on until the time was ripe, Alek unbuckled and dropped his, peeled his briefs down to below the kneecaps, but then had to pull the right side of his pants back up to search for a rubber.
Sensing his hint didn't work, which would have been nice, taking a few jabs at this gut, the officer says, "Of course, whatever you have in mind is fine with me...um, sir," he had a little tough time getting it out, to the HS senior.
While tearing into the square package, Alek made it up as he went along, trying to be the most dominant top he could think of becoming, "You better believe it, chump!"
Following protocol, even though he kind of was under the impression this kid wasn't too well rehearsed, the cop is cordial, "Thank you, sir."
Thinking back, upon Mark's tutoring, Alek remembered something. Important, or unimportant, it depended on what turned a dude on, Alek smoothing the condom over his 8, 9, or 10-inch tube, whichever it was, deciding whether to lube it up with spit...or as Mark said it could be sexy as hell, reach in front of him, wrap an arm around his captive male and see if there was any cock-spit available, "Oh yeah," Alek says, like Mark would build up a scene, "there it is...there's that spit I'm looking for."
"Oh-h-h-h!" he got moans and groans out of his captive cop.
"You like that, don't you," Alek felt braver, "pig?"
"Yes, sir."
"You want to come, don't you?"
Then, first reference to whom has had pleasure with this officer beforehand, "Master Mark, he always worked my ass over, putting me in a full nelson, if it turns you on?"
More likely, Alek thought it would turn his cop on, imaging how many times the cop has put his victim in such a tough restraining hold. Casually, Alek says, "Of course. It's how I subdue all my boys before I plow their ass with my fully erect 10-inches!"
Right now, leaning over to grasp the cop into a full nelson, Alek's 10-inches' lay lengthwise along the crevice. Upon mentioning what he did, meaning to build up the scene, he feels the crevice pulse, asscheeks caving in upon each other, wedging his tube in between. Not his first time fucking, Alek well knew how pleasurable it could be, sunk in deep and having an assring grab'!
Almost much as stroking the cop's shaft, he moaned, groaned and carried on, being struggled into a full nelson, which mashed his chest into the ridge of the sink.
First time for everything, as Alek was finding out, it presented an awkward means for entry. He really had to work at it, feeding his hard shaft into the hole without using hands. Unsuccessful, he was sure he had to release one arm, when his cock slid down, sliced right into the crack and the tip caught on the cave opening!
He felt it, but the cop responded with fervor, "Ooooooooo-yeah, that's it...that's the spot...you've got it!"
"Time to drive it home," Alek stole the phrase from Mark, bucking his torso, lest his cock should slide down, maybe fucking the cop's balls and having to start all over.
Time was not his friend, Alek running on overtime, for certain one of the guys would come to door to check up on him. What would be his excuse then, if the door was found unable to open? It meant really working hard to get off, which he found himself pounding ass like never before!
"Oh fuck!" the cop exclaims, feeling the gut-punch to his ass, over and over.
Alek knew, if he didn't do it his way, they could be here for quite some time, so he unthreaded his arms and placed hands on the top of the cop's shoulders.
It was a benefit to both, Alek with the ability to pull himself in, to the hilt, where his balls were smooshed against the cops bod, but also, for the officer, which, if continued on in the full nelson, he'd probably get knocked out by the sink spout, or suffer a bloody nose, or both!
This went on and on, pleasureful dialog between the cop, Alek getting into the act, with the surge build up.
Taking to stroking himself, whether `the master' gave permission or not, the police officer came about the same time Alek was yelling obscenities, in regards to spurting out streams of goo.
Daring to go beyond his wildest expectations, Alek pulled all the stops out, going by what Mark would do. Carefully pulling the condom off, he held it up, saying, "Drink it!"
Well, when with Mark, the cop got away easy, saying, "Do what?"
Having gone this far, knowing he could get away with whatever he put on the officer's plate, Alek presses, "You deaf or something?" the half-full condom teetered between the tips of Alek's fingers.
Taking it from Mark, the cop acted repulsed, "You really want me to," he gulped, "drink your semen?"
Totally with confidence, Alek commands, "Fuckin' do it!"
He felt a little sick in the stomach himself, watching the cop reluctantly take the squiggly latex `stocking', put it to his lips and up-end it. To take his mind off it, Alek bent over, picking up the officer's shirt, wiping himself off, even though most of the serum was in the condom.
"All of it?"
Like Mark had instructed, sometimes a dude play stoopid to enhance the roleplay, of which Alek reacts with obnoxious comment, "Unless you want me to stick it up your ass!"
Taking his time, using the cop's shirt to wipe whatever residue off his still semi-erect cock, Alek tried not to pay much attention to what he gave the officer to do. He knew if he did, he might blow his cover and upchuck all over the place.
"Done," was cue to finish with the shirt.
"Good, now get dressed."
Getting his clothes on, Alek rushed through it. When the cop picked up his briefs, Alek says, "Hand them over here."
Ready to feed one foot in, the cop says, "What?"
Not saying a thing, Alek, whom had already put his pants on, held his team shirt in one hand, stuck the other one out, "Give me your briefs."
It was not unheard of, a dude taking a souvenir, but roleplaying to the hilt, "My briefs?"
He didn't ask again, Alek having the audacity to snatch the stretched out tighty-whities right out of the cop's hands, with followup, because he knew he could get away with anything now, "Man, y'know, you're dumber than you look for a cop!"
To add to the cop's humility, Alek, pocketing the briefs, says, "Now get this garbage can away from the door!"
"But what if some guy is ready to come in?"
"Fuck if I care," he quotes Mark!
Doing what he was told, unknown to Alek, the officer was feeling pulses like crazy, even though one round of spunk already glazed the tiled floor.
"Now, hold the door for me," Alek smiled.
Hand on the door handle, the cop slowly opens it, "I sure hope there's no one wanting to come in."
Alek could only hope it was so...wouldn't that be sweet!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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