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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 13 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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7:30pm was not exactly the opportune time to stage a run-through of a fashion, featuring the new line of Nouguet briefs; particularly with unprofessional models.
When Alex appeared, a box under his arms, he was attacked' by the crowd of models', all with a thirst for picking out the cheesiest pair.
He didn't have much to go on, except for the list of gathered signatures, names printed before them. He had to giggle, but not out loud, Alex seeing the name, `Jef Nouguet,' calling out, "Is there a J-e-f-Jef in the house?"
"That would be me," Jef had a hand on one of the briefs.
"Want to step forward for a powwow?"
"Certainly," he let the brief ping out of his hand. Slingshotting, it hit, he wasn't sure if it were Peter or Jack, right in the face!
It was Jack, but looking up, any of the guys around him were cute as hell and it would be impossible to hold anything against any of them, except maybe his lips to their cock!
"What's up?" Jef knew, but didn't flinch a muscle of guilt.
Unless a dude were used to being gruff, they couldn't have possibly have stood up against a handsome guy, facing forward, look of such innocence on his face, which made Alex fall into this category, "Jef Nouguet, is it?"
"Uh, yeah," Jef shyly replies, keeping a tight-lipped smile.
"Are you a long, lost relative I never heard of, or something?"
Jef knew, when he was called up to the runway by Alex, the jig was up. He was a fast thinker, so thought up the logic behind his deliberate change of names, "Well y'see Alex, it goes like this...Suppose I'm walking down the runway and a very wealthy guy likes how I look. Don't you think I might have a better chance of snagging a date, if we have the same famous last name?"
Alex pondered, then answers, "Is that it?"
"Well geez, Alex, you didn't give me much time to think!"
In his wildest dreams, years ago when he was first getting his foot in the door, he hoped Cayman Karlyle would adopt him so he have the same last name, so wasn't tough on Jef, "Much as I find your idea original," even though he came up with it first, "from experience, I suggest you go back to calling yourself by your rightful name?"
"Okay," Jef replies, but not wanting any animosity left between them, "I'm really sorry."
Either he was really sorry, or faking it, but Alex thought Jef genuine, "Okay, let's kiss and make up!"
"Are you for real? I thought you were..." Jef was under the impression Alex was spoken for.
Alex treads carefully, "A little secret I don't want leaked to the press," he looks around; checks, "my partner and I have taken a temporary leave of absence from marriage."
Now these were true feelings, Alex could tell, Jef displaying a twisted feeling of sadness, "Oh, I'm so, so sorry Alex."
"Thanks." Alex knew the news could be leaked to the press via Kyle, his partner, "And Jef?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure the press doesn't find out?"
"Of course, Alex. You can count on me. My lips are sealed."
"Good," Alex brightens up, "then you're already for that kiss to make up?"
Like anything, Jef would like that, especially if it were a kiss whereas a hug was included. From experience, a brush of the hand next to the crotch could determine what a guy was packing. Not a fool-proof system for Jef, at least it was a moving experience.
However, to thwart the whole thing, Zack comes by, twirling around a yellow zigzag designed brief on his finger, "I got this back from Jack. Don't worry, you didn't put his eye out of anything!"
Tack a few years onto Zack's age and he could almost be considered Jef's dad, but he didn't at all look 38, not with keeping his gym-figure, using sun protection, eating the right foods.
The roster didn't give anything but names, which has Alex discovering, "And you are?"
Hanging the brief over Jef's shoulder, by the tip of his finger, he reports, "I'm Zack Linska, right under Jef Nouguet's name?" he turns his head to face Jef.
"Uh, yeah, we got that all straightened out," Jef tells Zack.
"I think he had a lapse of judgement," Zack stands up for his boyfriend.
"Apparently," Alex says, also gazing at Jef.
Making sure they were on the page, Zack asks, "So, it's okay for an old guy like me to strut my stuff down the runway?" he laughs.
Coy, Alex says, "Why? Are you in that time of life where you can't get it hard?"
"I'm not a grandpa, you know?" Zack replies.
All along, Jef doesn't know what to say, so laughs!
"I hardly thought that at all," Alex smiles.
Then, rubbing a hand over his pecs, stomach, Zack inquiries, "Is it okay if I have hair or do I need to shave it?"
That irked Jef the wrong way, loving how his tongue felt, licking Zack's pecs and stomach, especially around his navel, "I'll shave if I have to, but you're not doing any such thing, Zack!"
Alex laughs, saying, "I guess we know who's wearing the boots in this family. Uh, no, shaving is not necessary. You can keep the fur, Zack!"
Consolation, Zack informs, "Oh, but I do trim from time to time, to keep it neat."
Smiling, Alex says, "I appreciate that."
Then, something drew all their attention away. Speaking of `hair', they hear a voice, "Alex, there you are!"
Alex makes an about face.
Jef leans to the right to look around Alex, Zack to the left, saying, "Who in the hell is that?"
It messed with Jef's mind the wrong way, punching Zack in the arm, "What do you mean `who the hell is that?'"
"Owch! That hurt!" Zack's mind turns to Jef.
"That big bicep? It probably didn't even tickle, besides, you're supposed to be paying attention to me and not some cub!"
Rushing over to the door, Alex was welcoming, "Is that you, Ashton?"
"I know," Ashton puts on airs, "but there's an explanation as to why I've lost my girlish figure!"
Hugging, Alex says, "I don't know if it's good or bad, Ashton. After all, there's so much more of you to hug?"
From a distance, Zack's attention drifts and upon hearing Alex's comment about the hug, "The more the merrier!"
Jef, who had been in conversation with Jack, still wrestling over the yellow briefs, turns abruptly, "What was that, Zack?"
"Uh, I was just noticing how merry Alex and Ashton are towards each other."
Believing him, Jef asks, "By the way, if I'm wearing the yellow cock-pocket, which one are you?"
Wise answer, Zack says, "Whichever one will fit, of course!"
Earlier, at lunch, Jef was wondering the same thing. Not necessarily a big one, when hard, but Zack's balls were a `one-in-the-mouth' kind of specimen, "You better get over there then. We don't want anything popping out!"
"Could sell more," Zack works on his marketing strategy, "you know, the kind of guy who's not ashamed of what he's wearing below the belt?"
"Just turn around and get over there?"
Alek casually walks over, "Having trouble with your other half, Jef?"
"Not really." Jef twists it around, "Zack is just worried something to going to come popping out the sack as he bops his ass down the runway."
"Tell him not to worry on my account!"
Jef knew Alek was cool, so laughed with him. It died down as Alex approaches, "Guys, this is..." he gazes again at Ashton, "was one of my top models."
Appearing from between Jef and Alex, Zack mentions, "He's still top in my book!"
Jef henpecks, ushering Zack away, "Did you find a jumbo pair yet, Zack?"
"No, I..."
"Hot man," Ashton compliments.
Alek speaks up, "Yeah, they both are. So, you're the model Alex spoke of?"
Not allowing Ashton to bear all the burden, Alex says, "Ashton has had a few problems over the past few months. He might not look the part, but he knows his stuff."
Smiling, Alek replies, "I have no problem with Ashton's shape."
A little depressed, which with Ashton's secretive other problem, could lead down a dark, dark road, he suddenly perks up, "You're okay with me?"
"Of course. You are who you are. What's the problem?"
Ashton thought he had landed a `big fish', when from behind Alek comes Tom, "Which do you think I will look good in, Alek, the dark blue or pink?"
Knowing Tom was just breaking into the modeling world, Alek introduces, "Tom, this is Ashton," as Alek had mentioned earlier, "Christopher." And sure to throw in the clincher, "Tom is just starting out as a model."
It's not really the way Tom wanted it to go, would have liked to start from scratch and work his way up by himself, but he cared for Alek, so pushed his own feelings aside, adding excitement, "It's really good to meet you Mr. Christopher!"
"Mister?" Ashton replies, along with the handshake.
Being the way he is, Alek cuts though the silent boredom, "Tom's just being mannerly. It's the way he was brought up."
They hadn't known each other very long, but had chatted a bit, Tom realizing Alek had covered him on one of his valuable traits, "Uh, yeah," he acts humbly.
"Helps," Ashton throws warning, "but this can be a dog eat dog profession. So, don't be too nice, Tom!"
"Oh," Tom hadn't heard that before, "thanks."
"Uh, you're not going to try to hit Ashton up for some action, are you?" Alek though it's the way it looked, Tom `drooling' over the bulky cub.
"Him?" Tom tries hiding any affection he had for the model. "No. Why?"
Placing an arm over Tom's shoulder, Alek explains, "This is how it goes..."
While Alek did his best to waltz Tom into the idea of how charming he found the 20-year old model, he knew, like usual, he could be shot down over slick ways of getting a dude into bed.
However, he met with little resistance, "Bed, huh? Mine or yours?"
"You fooled me good!" Alek giggles.
"Fool you? How did I do that, Alek?"
"Not as innocent as you seem?"
About to lay some heavy stuff on Alek, Tom got right down to business, "My father died before I got to know him. Mom, she juggled men in and out of her life faster than a circus clown. I can't say I really liked any of her choices, but I was sensitive to her wants and needs, so I had to put on a facade and invent acting skills if I wanted to fool my mom into thinking I liked the men she picked out."
"Really? You must have the patience of a saint, Tom!" Alek was impressed.
"Until the last year of high school, when a guy she was seeing for 2 months, decides to get randy with me. Unfortunately, I dunno if she was madly in love with him or his money, but when he claimed I came onto him," Tom just shrugs his shoulders, "you know."
Slowly, over the past few days, meeting guys along the road of life, he's discovered things haven't been all that bad, regarding `family,' cuddles with Tom a little more, retrospect on what he's heard thus far of Tom's history, Alek says, "I suppose I have much to be thankful for."
Tom had an interest in Alek's story, now that he opened the box, but Alek didn't want to get into it, putting Tom off by sympathizing, "You're not the first one I've come across lately with the same predicament."
In turn Alek's idea worked, finding out Tom grew up in Eugene, Oregon.
Sometimes Tom stare off into space, telling about some other gay boys he met up with in high school, taking the 1½-hour ride to Dunes City and hang out on the beach or at the lake.
"Once I became friends with a local boy, Alton, who was scared-shit to tell his folks he was gay. I couldn't really grasp how it felt, or repercussions on how coming out could be, until I was in the situation," Tom lamented, returning his mind to the present, focusing on Alek, "y'know?"
"I have to say, leaving home for me was a lot different than your situation, but I know, life is a whole new ballgame when you're out there on your own."
Loosening his grip, Alek still stood there, face to face with Tom and like many instances during their conversations, stood there, numbed.
Aronold, clipboard and list in hand, makes the rounds, "Last call to strip down nearly naked and show us what you own?"
Recalling a few hours ago, with Drew and Kevyn in the changing room, Alek bashes Aronold, "Your tough luck if you missed out on me walking around before, my ball bags nestled in my long sausage, Arne?!"
"Oh my god, no! When was this?"
"I think it might have been when you were pretending to sign up models at the table, but really was looking down Edward's shirt?"
Hand on hip, like he punched himself, Aronold begs to differ, "I wasn't looking down Edward's shirt, for your information!"
Watching Aronold stammer off, Tom says, "I think you ticked him off."
"Arne? Na-a-ah! He's just on the rag because he can't land a hot chick!"
"Oh, really?" Tom looks at Arne from a distance, not saying anything, just looking.
"Uh, you `do' know what I meant by that, Tom?"
"Huh?" Tom turns back towards Alek. "Know what?"
"When I say a guy is `on the rag'?"
Tom did, but wasn't sure about something, "I didn't know that could happen to guys?"
Alek didn't want to make Tom feel bad by laughing, but there was a distinguishable tickle in his throat. At least he contained himself by smiling, "Uh, it'll take a while to explain it, so ask me some time about it?"
"Okay," Tom replies, staring at Alek, so, so seriously!
"So!" Alek claps hands together, "Am I going to see you get down to next-to-nothing-nakedness?"
"I don't know."
"Well," Alek allows his pride to get the best of him, "my good buddy, Alex Nouguet is directing the show, if that's anything to go on..."
"Alex Nouguet?" Tom gets hyper. "`Thee' Alex Nouguet, the one who invented the cock-pocket?"
"Yeah," Alek says. "I happen to know Alek pretty well. We're like this," he puts two fingers together like an honor scout.
Now, Tom knew of Nouget briefs, knows of the designer's reputation, but has never lain eyes on Alex, watching this dude come up behind Alek, slap a heavy hand on Alek's shoulder...
"Hey, good buddy, friend," Alex says to Alek.
"Oh shit!" Alek says, turning around abruptly.
Alex doesn't say a peep about he and Alek meeting just today, "I see you've found another model for my show?"
"Um?" Alek bit half of his lower lip, eyes perking up.
Walking right past Alek, it wasn't the fact he put on all these airs about knowing Alex, like they go back decades, but when Alex slid past, he felt a bicep graze his pecs, rather deliberately and the back of a hand give a little pounce against his junk, softly reacting, "Oh my god!"
Fortunately, Tom never noticed, Alex following through more than Ashton, taking Tom under his wing...
"It would be such an honor, Mr. Nouguet!"
It would have been much simpler if Alex didn't do what he did, Alek turning back around, seeing the whole gang, including Edward and Aronold, stripped to the waist, waists outfitted with tight-fitting cock and ball-bulgers!
Tom, he didn't forget, as he was being escorted away, "Alek?" he called him.
"Uh," Alek was a in a happy, sad predickament, "I drank a lot of water before."
Alex smiles, says, "Well, you go take care of business, Alek and we'll meet you back here?"
Not which it was the gloomiest day of his life or anything, Alek does pout, "Yeah, thanks good friend and buddy!"
It was tough getting away, Alek's eyes attuned to the new lot of Nouguet briefs and it wasn't only Alex tinkering with him, but not fault of his own, Alek's pleasure zones were still building, his hand occasionally helping in the process, taking up the space in his crotch!
Leaving the men's department, Alek knew his way back to sporting goods. So he thought, until a wrong turn brought him into the camera department.
Disoriented, Alek throws up both hands, "Where am I?"
"Photo department. Where is it you want to go?"
A little startled, when Alek turned around, all fear seemed to rush out of his system, "Hi there. I was looking for a place to take a leak?"
Fully clothed, if a guy were in the raw, it could be understandable, holding his junk to keep an unsuspecting person from eyeing up the bat and balls, "You must need to go bad," the security guard laughs.
"Uh, yeah?" Alek more asks than answers, able to fake it at a moments notice.
"Follow me," he walks past Alek, index finger behaving like it was having spasms.
Alek had to laugh, not out loud, but to himself, reminded of the dude who came to the park, small dick, that when it bounced up and down, it looked like the guard's finger!
"At night we lock these," the security guard keys the door.
"Afraid they'll steal the toilet paper?"
"Yeah," the guard returns a smug grin.
Allowing Alek to enter, the guard says, "Might just have to take a leak myself."
Stopping in his tracks, Alek did that thing people do, where you know this is leading to something!
Not shy about it, Alek says, "This isn't the public mens room, is it?"
"What do you mean?" he thinks he has the up and up on Alek.
"Two urinals? Really? For a store such as Braddock's?"
Walking over to one urinal, the guard didn't just unzip. He started with the belt buckle, which made noise, then the zipper, which made noise and then parking the briefs under his balls, "Ah-h-h-h, that feels good!"
He had picked the adult one and not the little boys' urinal, which Alek gathered he was supposed' to stand at, "I'll wait till you're done."
It would also buy him time, the guard leaving so he could get rid of his pent up emotions...
"Suit yourself."
It was a dead giveaway, Alek leaning against an opposite wall. First of all, the guard made sure when he dropped his pants to the ankles, his shirt hiked up.
Alek rolled his eyes, well-knowing, the guard wanted to put his hairy ass on display, one way of luring in a perspective `fucker'. In reality, for an older guy, his ass was kind of nice. He loved it when a dude's fat ass rubbed on his tube as he entered, like a quick foreplay.
He was taking a long time, Alek thinking he'd like to get back to the fireworks in the men's department, "Uh, you want to hurry it up, sarge?"
Turning around, the guard didn't even make an effort to undo his pissing efforts, tightey-whities still keeping his balls plump, "Sarge? We don't have ranks around here!"
Alek had to admit, a dude in his late 40's, he assumed, based on other guys he's fucked, had a nice piece of hardware and rather than toss the bull around, "So, you've got a nice doorknob and set of knockers, but how's the keyhole?"
This could have been a sting, but Alek gave up on that a long time ago. If a dude were going to the trouble to show off what he owned, he was there to `be there,' "So, you're okay with an old man taking care of you, son?"
A little shy on the number of years, `Gerard' was 52. Alek didn't say this to impress him, really thinking, "You sure keep yourself in shape, Gerard."
Standing there, unbuttoning his shirt, Gerard says, "Do you want to know about the wife and kids, or are you interested in having all that sweet cream sucked out of you?"
"You're quite the charmer, Gerard?" Alek giggles, going for his belt.
"No, allow me...sir?" Gerard sinks down, Alek's eyes following him.
He didn't even have to ask, Alek knowing what Gerard wanted. It's not like Alek hasn't `been there, done that', "It better be good too, sarge?"
"Or you'll what?" Gerard's wanting eyes stare up, his hands very busy.
"I might just take that gun belt and whip that fat ass o'yours, sarge!"
"Oh my! I hope I'm up to your expectations, sir!"
Chances are, as Alek thought, at 52-years old, he was sure Gerard has had plenty of practice, though Alek would give him a few `licks', not the tongue kind, before they departed company.
"No teeth, son of a bitch!" Alek slaps `sarge' in the face.
"Sorry, sir!" Gerard replies, even though he knows his teeth didn't touch Alek's big barrel.
As it always went, if the submissive guy doesn't complain, proceed to the next level...
However, a tiny problem develops...
"Gerard? What the fuck you doing?"
"Uh-oh," Alek says, seeing James standing there at the door.
Versatile, whatever the situation commanded, James could rise to the occasion...or sink to his knees...or rather both!
Figuring honestly the best policy, Alek starts from the beginning, "Gerard unlocked the door so I could take a piss."
"Well, what the fuck," James gets his digs in, "you should have locked the door if you were planning on partying, Gerard," the door lock clicks.
Standing there, James was in a fickle, not sure if he wanted to steal Alek's thick, juicy steak away from Gerard or..."
"Dammit, boy!" Alek took the liberty of commanding the situation.
Surprised, James, for one, was lost for words, "Who, me?"
In each men Alek saw a trait to build on. Until now, the picture he saw of James, in his mind, as one of on top of every situation, having it together. Now it was time to dismantle, take things apart, "Strip off that brief. I want to see that measly piece of meat you're hiding!"
Truthfully, James was on the slate, suited up for the runway, but unfortunately, not as packed as some of the other guys. So, he took it personally, "What the fuck?"
Pushing off the wall, pinned there by Gerard's mouth, Alek fell into role. Whipping his cock out from Gerard's tight lips, he marches across the floor, just knowing what James wanted done to that six pack!
"Ugh-g-gh, oh shit!" he bends over, holding his gut.
Alek backs up, like maybe he's gone too far.
However, Gerard becomes the taddle-tailer, "Give him a knee between the legs and James will be your friend forever!"
Hearing the laughter from behind him, Alek couldn't help but crack a little smile, "Is that so?"
"Actually," Gerard says, using the garbage can to help himself up, "you and me can have a lotta fun with this boy!"
Looking at Gerard, Alek wondered, `Weren't you just on your knees sucking up to me?'
Walking right past him, Alek pay more attention to Gerard's whole bod and not only the crotch, "Where you going?"
James made no effort to do anything, but go with the flow. It wouldn't be the first time he and Gerard play muscle-dad' and wimp', even though James sported a muscled bod, several lines which formed six compartments above his bellyhole. And...even though Alek estimated the size of James' junk, it was more than adequate of stretching the inner core.
Walking next to James, whom still held his core, Gerard says, "Oh, you can take much more than that, can't you boy?"
"Uh," James looks up at Alek, then Gerard, back to Alek, at Gerard, "um, yeah."
Shaking his head, Alek smiles, thinking at any moment, James' erection is going to start leaking something fierce!
"How about I put him in a full nelson and you work him over, Alek?"
Not wanting to get tied up in a three-way gut-punching session at the moment, Alek bows out, "How about I return James' briefs to their rightful owner and you two have fun without me? I have a strong feeling you two aren't strangers to that?"
It was nice though, as he unlocked the door, started out on his way, Gerard says, "Thanks for the taste, Alek!"
"I would've loved to have given you more...but heh," Alek leaves.
Walking out, he whistled, twirling James' briefs around on a finger, until it flings off, "Oh shit!"
It went behind the photo counter, so he goes to retrieve it. Bending over to pick it up, Alek becomes aroused, because his cock never lost its momentum!
It gives him an idea. Wouldn't it be so nice if he showed up at the runway practice, with this huge monster bulge!
Full of mischief, he finds a camera, takes a picture on his uncovered crotch and puts it back on the shelf, saying to himself, "Wouldn't that be sweet," he pictures it in his mind, a clerk showing the camera to a customer?
It didn't take much to stuff his tee shirt in a pants pocket, along with the briefs adorning his curved parts and 2 socks. An old trick Alek learned, when returning home after hours, with knapsack and clothes he didn't feel like putting on. Pulling his wallet from the back pocket, Alek put it in the front and stuck a sneaker each into the rear pouches.
He didn't have his knapsack, but carried his pants over one shoulder, using the belt as a lasso. "Modeling world, here I come." he laughs.
His laughter is stifled, hearing a loud moan!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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