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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 17
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Lined up like bowling pins, the line of models walked, strutting down between the wide aisles, designed for Alex, just because he was in town!
Tyler thought he would be the `head pin', but instead stood as one the two-across, behind Johnny's ass, to Drew's side. They glided through the valley of standing-room-only, receiving applause, whistles and an occasional name.
Alek, who originally was part of the show, volunteering to step down when the troops had one odd man in the counting, stood right next to Alex, saying, "Nice of you to have your friend from The Hamptons on hand?"
"Oh right," Alex studies Alek again, which has been every chance he could get, "and it's too bad you didn't parade your hot self for his benefit!"
"Part of my charm doesn't have to necessarily reflect my incredibly good looks!"
Alex, who could not deny the good looks, "I like guys who are modest about themselves!"
Even though Alex slung the slanderous remark, Alek says, "I have a good mind to take you over my knee and fuck that little hole of yours!"
Thinking on it, stomach over Alek's knee, "Oh? How would that work, unless..."
Playing right up to Alex, Alek says, "Yeah, I'm long enough...I can reach!"
He was trying to be good, Alex really wanting to reconcile their differences and get back into his relationship with Kyle, but sometimes the temptation was too great, "No, I can't quite picture that Alek. I might be needing a demonstration?"
Since they had traded off quite a chunk of history, Alek, who was already trying to get something meaningful started with Tom, targets Alek's vulnerability, "Oh? And how would that figure in with getting back together with your ex?"
Even though a lot of hype was tearing through the atmosphere right now, Alex keyed in on Alek's words, "Sorry. I never used to be this way."
Ready to hand over some more advice to Alex, Alek gets cut off, "Alex! What a wonderful show!"
With their own little conversation churning away, neither saw Cayman Karlyle weaving his way through the crowd.
Alek had to admit, with business pursuits, no wonder a man's mind could wander away from what is important, especially a close friend with whom Alex was now introducing, "Alek, this is Cayman Karlyle."
More than on display in street clothes, Alek, clad in only a Nouguet brief, made close contact, "Alek!" Eyes scanned up and down, Cayman says, "My, aren't you a dish! Have you ever thought of a career in modeling?"
No,' Alek quickly summed up, but I wouldn't mind a career in your bed!', "Uh, no. Never, Mr. Karlyle," he hid his devious thoughts!
"Call me CK, all my close friends do!"
Alek could tell he was a close friend. He could have punched CK out for not only drawing their bods close, feeling up the Nouguet sock-pocket, but was sensitive towards Alex being embarrassed.
Seeing Johnny over Alex's shoulder, "Now, there's the real model you should be grabbing up, `CK!'"
Suddenly Alek was left out of the loop, CK taking Alex under his wing, "My eyes has been on him. How he fills out your briefs so nicely. Have you approached him yet, Alex?"
What Alek learned right away, if you didn't jump on it, opportunity could be lost to the next hot dude!
He's ambushed, "Hey, how did you like me up there?"
With Tom's arm on his shoulder, CK's aura began to wear off, Alek saying, "You were great."
Tom smiles, saying, "You could see me in the middle of all those hotties?"
Rather than fib, Alek says, "I liked your solo walk."
That too, Tom could determine a cover up, "Oh, so you looked around that pesky photographer?"
Knowing, boxed in by the crowd, it a little tough to accomplish, Alek responds, "I got a few hot glimpses!"
Rather than wrestle with what be the case, Tom says, as he caresses Alek with both arms, "What I'm going to do to you when we get all alone tonight!"
"Should I guess or leave it up to you to surprise me?"
Tom could have spilled the beans, but until the moment he met Alek, slept with him that first time, he had been a proclaimed `top'. However he's set aside the labels for now, getting into the swing of things, knowing, if he ever intended to get what he wanted, a nice guy overall, good looking, all the superlatives one looked for in a relationship, he would need to bend. He smiled as he hugged Alek, thinking his creme didn't taste all that bad!
Finally, their sweet moment together folded up, James calling everyone's attention, announcing a party at Stephen Braddock's Beverly Hills mansion, 8:00 this evening." About ready to step off the slight elevation, James walks backwards, "Oh, and the dress is casual...very casual!"
Alek says to Tom, standing side by side, arm over arm, "Great. Just enough time for me to help you get cleaned up!"
Smiling, Tom turns to Alek, "Do I get to do the same?"
Aronold, with wishful thinking, says to Nick, "Balls all nice and sweaty?"
Nick replies, "Yeah and I expect a spic'n'span job!"
A little crazy feeling about Pete, Maynard steps away from the punchbowl to ask, "The reception should take a couple of hours to clean up. If you don't have a date for the party tonight..." Maynard gets shy, utters a tiny, "I'm free?"
Pete had already had words with his cousin, something about Jack having conversation with an older dude, messy cropped beard, which made the guy look like he had higher brains, "Sure. Jack can find his own way there."
With his foot in the door, Maynard says, "I have a car?"
"Cool," Pete replies.
What lacked, is how they were going to connect. Pete, a part of the bunch at the hotel, assumed it was where he was going to travel back to, "Do you have a cell number?"
Maynard, on it, pulls a cell out of his jacket pocket, "Sure do. Here, put your number in it?"
"Uh-oh," Pete says.
"Or, I could put my number in yours?"
"Yeah, that would be great," Pete knows his face in some sort of shade of red, "soon as I get one!"
"Really?" it mystified Maynard, a person without a cell in this day and age.
They hadn't the time to get to know each other, so how would Maynard know.
Pete, answering the question on Maynard's face, for the moment, leaves him with, "It's complicated."
"No problem," Maynard thinks on it, "uh, then why don't you just come home with me?"
It wasn't so surprising, given what his cousin and he have ventured into, "Okay. Let me just mention it to Alek?"
One little weird thing, after informing Alek, Pete said he could give him Maynard's cell number, but James' walk by, "Don't worry about it, Alek. I've got it," holding up his cell.
It didn't really seem all that strange, but Pete made it sound that way, reporting back to Maynard, "I told Alek, but James says he has your phone number in his cell already."
A blank look on Pete's face made Maynard scramble for words, "Sometimes James will call me, then I call the caterer and alert the manager to a party."
Outright, bold, it was Pete's way, having a blog which could invoke the same attitude, he says, "I don't believe you, but don't really care!"
Maynard, instead of taking it the wrong way, says, "I like your straightforwardness. Are you like that in bed?"
Knowing Maynard kept his cool on anything referencing being gay and the sexual lifestyle, "Shame on you, Maynard!"
What was really weird, after Pete stay behind, helped Maynard with carrying the burden of the cleanup, they were about to leave, when James comes right up between them, "You guys don't mind if I tag along, do you?"
Pete, hoping to scare James off, his plan backfires, after quizzing, "You wouldn't happen to know how I can film 2 guys involved in a 6-9, without showing their faces, for the blog?"
First time he's caught James joking, not all business, "I could try not getting yours and Maynard's faces in the picture!"
Pete had a line for him, "Are you sure you could hold a camera steady with one hand on your cock?"
Maynard was enjoying this, all the way to the parking lot, the two going at it, trying to outbid the other, but it was making him awfully randy!
Out in the parking lot, ready to board Maynard's car, Pete exclaims, "Don't tell me `this' is your wheels?"
Being cutesy, Maynard says, "Yeah, it comes with the wheels!"
It was a beautiful, deep blue, looking like a new Mercedes, of which James, whom very well knows it belongs to Maynard, "Forget that junk, we're taking my car!"
"Junk?" Pete thought, `hardly'.
"Never mind," Maynard replies, taking Pete by the arm, leading him across the parking lot.
"Does James always get his way?" Pete asks.
"Not all the time, I think. I know he does his job. He's really good at it. That's something I wouldn't want to be."
Pete guesses, "A boss?"
"Uh, yeah, like my father. He has this big, big business," Maynard moves both hands, making a huge circle, "and it's like, he's never been there for me growing up and grown up. I think you can read between the lines?"
Thinking back on the Mercedes, Maynard's piece of `junk', "Your father is rich?"
Getting a point across, "Yeah, he is. I'm not, but you would never know with all the things he's bought me since I was a kid."
Pete wasn't all air-head. Yeah, he couldn't think sometimes of the proper way to approach things, but right now, he sensed something Jack could do. His cousin was in the habit, when something goes wrong, talks himself into a downhill spire and soon he's real depressed. Not sure if Maynard is like this, nonetheless, Pete takes the easy-way-out, "So, you and James, you know each other pretty well?"
`Where did that come from?' Maynard was asking himself. Then he thought of Pete as being pretty smart to digress, "I know something about him."
Maynard, not about to jump into detail right now, had a quick flashback. Unlike guys who meet up at another dude's crib to get to know dick size, suck and fuck and all that stuff, because he wasn't fast to strip out of his clothes, found there was a gentlemanly style about James, "Before I met you..."
Pete chuckles, "You just met me Maynard. It's not like you and James did anything behind my back...uh, you did do something?"
He almost lusted for the play by play details!
"Well," Maynard slowly began to surrender facts, "we lay in bed together, but we didn't get there the way guys usually do...I mean there wasn't any romantic foreplay..."
"You jumped right into it, eh?"
Being sarcastic, Maynard says, "You want me to read-it-like-a-porn-movie?"
"No, I'm not looking to get hard over it!"
Though Pete's mind backtracked, thinking it's exactly how he was going to get a glimpse of Maynard and James' relationship!
"If you call lying in bed, sometimes not naked, talking things like `life' over and over, at times rehashing things, well we both know it's a way to get your balls churning..."
"Okay, so it's not going to be a Christian Wilder-Chris Bine love scene..." Pete names a couple of hot men in bed he's observed in front of a computer.
"It's Wilde' and Bines'."
"Huh?" Peter needs a heads up.
"You meant Christian Wilde' and Chris Bines'," Maynard corrects.
"Oh, yeah," Pete wasn't going to make a federal issue out of it, "that's what I meant to say!"
Realizing he was being overly technical, it's Pete's smile which gets to his heart, "You know, you've got a really cute smile?"
"That's it?" Pete jokes.
Off topic, doing a fashion show, showing off briefs, it's the easiest way to change costume, Pete pulling on his jeans and lowering a tee shirt over his pecs, smoothing it out over his stomach...
"Well, I'd say more," Maynard lightens up, "but I'm not Superman; I can't see your Nouguet briefs!"
Not thinking before saying, because Pete could sense Maynard, thinking a dude cool, beyond more than wanting to know `size,' to know a guy, "you couldn't tell I was packin'?"
"I'm a man, how could I not! Besides, all of the guys, who could not notice with those skimpy slingshots you were wearing!"
"Oh, so my friends were just as steamy as me, and you picked me?"
"Doofus, I met you first. Besides, I could rightfully ask, since there were other guys at other punchbowls, why did you pick me to get thirsty with?"
They had stopped, while James wandered to his car, which is why, leaning in the valley of two car, their asses parked on the opposite vehicle, they hear a toot and a dude yelling out of his window, "You two want to get laid or what?"
"Don't tell me he just said that?" Pete asks Maynard.
"One of James' flaws, embarrassing a guy on purpose, but it might be fun watching you and James get it on!"
"Shut up," Pete recovers from the slouch, walking towards James Porsche, "we're coming right now, sweetheart!"
Just like James, Maynard was thinking, there were two sides to Pete, but mainly he was a funny guy. Thinking on how depressed he could get, mind messed up over his father, family life and lots of reason why he didn't much look forward to coming home every night...
Maynard was up for a few good laughs right now.
Hearing a beep, it startled Maynard, Pete saying, "I think that means, James wants you to follow him?"
Follow they did, James breaking most of the speed limits.
"What's his hurry?" Pete asks, holding on to the door handle, even though he had his seat belt on.
Smiling, meant mostly for his own benefit, Maynard says, "Yeah, I reacted the same way when James first gave me a ride in his car. Now," he stops, restarts, "you think James has rubbed off on me?"
"I don't know," Pete was not sure, on all avenues, thinking James could be very aggressive in bed.
"Well, wait till you get to James' place."
When they got to James' pad, the looks of the well-to-do condo apartment was a shock to Maynard, quite out of the ordinary, "James, what's happening here?" he looks down into a box, on top of a box, on another, seeing books.
"Moving sale," James simply says, having left his jacket hanging over an open box flap, tie on another, unbuttoning his shirt. Half-naked, top half, he ducts around a corner, appears, like hanging onto the wall, exposing a chest of light hair, "Oh, I'm taking a shower, if either of you are interested in joining me?"
Pete says, sticking his nose in one of James' packed boxes, "Fast mover!"
"Trust me, I know. One of the things I like about James."
Holding a book by the binding, having studied the title, Pete looks up, "Oh? Which one of those things would that be?"
"It's complicated," Maynard replies, a little too embarrassed to tell!
Closing a copy of `How To Entice 2 (or More) In The Sack', making a clunky sound, Pete drops the book back in the box, "Nothing's too complicated for me!"
Considering himself a half-intelligent guy, yet not above anyone else, Maynard thinks, to develop trust, a person had to trust, shows trust, "James?" Maynard retrieves the book out of the box, "If there isn't a rule to follow, James makes it up. Depending on the person, his firewall can be taken down."
"You know a lot about computers?"
Maynard thought for a sec. `Is it me, or...'
He kept going, Maynard thinking the best way to explain his way out of this `complicated' situation, "I think I could use a shower. How about you?"
Like the others, all it took was a quick coverup, jeans and tee shirt. Later on, it made it faster to strip, Pete whipping his shirt off overhead.
Hands still on his tie, Maynard exclaims, "Wow, Pete, you're beautiful!"
"Really?" Pete says, well-knowing the blond carpet on his pecs, matching his head of hair often got heads turning, "am I that obvious?"
Too bad his punchbowl table was so distant from the runway, the models looked like dwarfs...up close and packin', "I love guys who are modest!"
No one would deny it, who was into dudes, or not, Pete's ginger-blond hair, spiked when freshly groomed, pecs with a light covering of hair, pink nips dotting each, a bit darker stripe down the middle, over his shallow innie and ending where he should have had a belt buckle, "Oh?" Pete was just as inquisitive, "And what are you hiding behind that shirt?"
"Undershirt?" Maynard teases.
Because he could see the outline of it through Maynard's shirt, "Besides that?"
Influenced by James, when he couldn't strip down fast enough for a guy, Maynard turns on the charm, "Well, I could use some help, dah?"
The way it went the first time, for Maynard, eyeing up relics in James' condo, the same scenario took place, provoked into taking a shower.
Purposely, James had left his pants on. When Maynard followed him into the bath room, he used every trick he knew, if it went the distance. Of course, shirtless, the help could come in another man's belt buckle, shoe laces or peeling socks off a lovely set of toes. Up for a challenge in his business life, James looked for the same in personal meet-ups!
For several seconds Maynard just stood there., which made James take the upper hand, go after Maynard's clothes.
Pete jumps in with, "He had to be pissed?" Pulls the white under-tee out of Maynard's pants.
While Maynard completed the task of stripping the dress shirt, he felt kind of erotic, watching and feeling Pete dismantle the rest of the ensemble, "Not to put myself high on a pedestal, but James did mention I was `a challenge!'"
Standing before him, perhaps it was the black slacks against skin, "I can't deny you look awesome too, but I think you could use some sun, Maynard?"
Rubbing hands up and down his contoured abs, Maynard agrees, "You're right. All I can think about is work and study, study and work, and not taking enough time for myself."
A bit anxious, beyond Maynard's wordy explanation, Pete says, "I hear the water running. Do you think we're holding James up?"
"James!" Maynard puts a hustle into getting out of his pants, by himself, "I forgot all about him!"
Smiling, stepping out the briefs, Pete doesn't say a thing, watching Maynard's buns scoot away, like a porn star!
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Something stuck in the back of his mind, something his father said to him many years ago when he was in the tween years, something about being seen' and not heard.' These wise words of wisdom came in handy many a time for Alek. Slowly he had developed a sense of hanging back, while others forged ahead with their ideas, sometimes making a complete idiot of themselves.
Right now, with the road trip lying ahead of him, his mind set diligently on getting his act together, Alek didn't think about drivers, vehicles, camping gear, fishing poles, what they were going to eat, but each member of the long journey.
Long term mentor, Edward, a dear friend of his father, Alek had no guilt over grabbing the 44-year old's attention with a slap to the ass, "Sober up, Eddie!"
Standing there, a drink in hand, beer, Edward allowed the infraction to pass, "I am sober. Can you believe Aronold, going after that twink like he's a college kid?"
"Yeah, I believe it, Eddie. Uh, where's your twink?" Alek replies.
Not liking Alek's answer, "Don't call me Eddie. You know I hate that name?"
"I know," Alek coolly says, "but it got your attention, right?"
"Like, your hand on my ass didn't?"
Partying at the club in the basement of the swanky LA hotel, London West, it was an easy line to pass on, "I could think of some other ways of grabbing your attention, Eddie!"
Edward gave up on the `Eddie' business. Gazing at Alek, just the facial expression could say something, Edward saying, "So, what's on your mind, besides sex?"
Clearing his throat, Alek says, "Besides sex, how about supplies for the trip?"
A fat cock in his tight ass would have been a burden, but turning his attention towards more mundane matters, "I've gotten it all taken care of. Not to need to worry. You can rest your mind, Alek."
Put so cheerfully, knowing if Edward gave his word, it was bond, Alek grabs the left cheek, "So I can think about sex now, Eddie?"
Only Alek could get away with it, though it was fun to run away from Edward's criticism. In doing so, he passes right between Drew and... "Hey," Alek puts the wheels in reverse.
"Hey," Drew replies, gazing intently over Alek's right shoulder.
Looking over his own shoulder, Alek turns back to Drew, asks, "I didn't know you two were together?"
He knew Drew and Kevyn Darmadi had fooled around a little, back in the fitting room at Braddock's.
"Uh yeah, but if you don't mind, you're blocking my view?"
Blocking, yeah. Feeling was another sensation Alek was picking up on, which made him feel like he should have followed along and stripped down to the waist when he arrived. Then again, he was trying to remain sober, holding down the number of mugs he drank and keeping rational about touching, which feeling Kevyn closing up the gap, "Uh, yeah, no problem," he steps out of the loop.
Then, feeling a pair of hands pull his shirt up half his back, "Excuse me?" Alek flips around.
"You gotta catch up, Alek!"
Smiling, Alek thinking it was Aronold or Uncle Eric, doing silly stuff drunk guys do, when surrounded on all sides by the males of species, "Tom!"
"C'mon," Tom gaily says, "you're wa-ay over-dressed, Alek," the tail of the shirt is crunched up in both hands, lifting.
Holding back, Alek's hands resist, right down to his treasure trail, "I'm playing low key tonight."
"Oh," Tom felt it made a good excuse as any, "then you don't mind, me dancing with Wyatt?"
Wyatt Rumbel was a floater on the dance floor. It was his thing, until he met up with a loner, as lonesome as he was. It could be any type of build, tall or taller than himself, hairy, smooth, bear or muscle-head, anywhere in between. If they were a `dominant' type, more power to them! If they weren't, Wyatt could be a could a good teacher, using his own bod as the model.
Earlier on in the day, Tom had mixed reactions about whether Alek was Mr. Right'. At 20-years old, Tom didn't know if he were ready for this eternal step in the mystery of relationships? Then he ran into this big, furry creature', wide smile, nicely packed briefs from the rear, firmed up by the lycra sarong keeping the curves snug.
Well, watching the two dance off into the crowd, Alek had no doubt he was no longer Tom's attraction. Still firming his tee shirt around the waste, Alek could only shake his head, smile and give himself a vote of confidence, `Better luck next time, sucker!' Like, when he used to meet dudes at the park rest room, it was no different, except for those coming back for repeat business. As graduation drew near, newcomers had dwindled.
Alek knew it was only a matter of time, before graduation would stop the trickle of cocksuckers. Except for the cop, he charged everyone according to their sucking skills, or rather lack of. Then, after developing a steady clientele, he didn't measure payment up over how long a guy's mouth could keep him from coming too soon. The thrill of judgeent had worn off! However, standing there, seeing young dudes bop to the beat, he adds a little self-criticism.
First and last time he saw `the kid', whom Alek knew his name was fictitious, Jason, he didn't charge a dime. Jason was so nervous, that when Alek unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped, whipping out his soft meat, Jason just stood there!
Alek didn't have a tutor, except for catching two guys in the supply closet at his father's company. Even though he was sure a pair of lips would stimulate more than a hand, Alek had the knowledge of `wet' being a stimulant in itself. Yup, wet fingers up and down the shaft made for a wetter after effect!
So, with Jason, Alek set about making Jason comfortable about his first time. Before getting down to business, he popped the question, "You're eighteen, right?"
Jason had to think about it before answering, "Yeah, I am. Why?"
Alek knew the truth, "Eighteen is the legal age. You're not eighteen, are you?"
"I'm eighteen," the kid insisted.
Not sure about this, because Jason looked like he was sixteen, Alek mulled it over. He could have banished Jason, telling him to come back when he was of age, "Really?"
"Um, yeah. Sure."
But Alek knew, like himself, if he hadn't seen the two guys in the supply closet, he would not have anything at home to compare with, which made him smile, because he was sure the dudes in the closet had a blast!
His mind was made up when Jason closes the gap, "So, are you going to show me how to do it?"
That's why Alek didn't charge the going rate for a blowjob, $50, but also covered himself further, "Ask me first."
"Ask what?" Jason was genuinely lost.
Rolling his eyes, Alek was loosening up to the humor of all this, which in the long run might have an affect on how hard he got, "Ask to suck my cock!"
"Oh, is that how it works? I walk in and ask a guy?"
`Dumb kid,' Alek thought, "No, you don't ask a thing. You study the guy, see if he's as interested as you."
"How would I do that?"
Alek didn't know if he had time for a lecture, the CEO from Portico plastics due in a half hour, "Here," he holds Jason by the shoulders, coaxing him over to the urinal, "pretend you just finished taking a leak and you see me washing my hands."
"Should I pull down my pants?"
Evil thought in Alek's mind, sure would be nice to see what the '16-year old' was packin', "Of course. We want to make it as realistic as possible."
"No problem," Jason replies.
"Now," Alek got tactical, "when you normally approach a urinal, Jason, do you turn around and show a dude your bare cock?"
"No," Jason replies, all serious-like, "I'm facing the..." he gets it, "oh, I get it. Never mind."
Another eye-rolling moment, Alek can only smile, hearing Jason zip up and zip down!
"How am I doing?" Jason drops his pants to the floor.
This time, a head shaking was added to the rolling of eyes. A glance to his watch, Alek was certain this was not going to play out, "Just get the fuck over here and get on my cock!"
He had made up his mind, when Jason hit the park restroom, he wasn't going to use his normal 4-letter vocabulary, "Shit, are you always this bossy?"
Smiling, because it's been the actual case with some his blow-jobbing-ass-takers, "I can be that too!"
Another first for Jason, "Be what?"
"Uh, I suggest stepping out of your pants before you trip and fall on your rump?"
It then instigates a question in Jason's mind, as he peels pants off over sneakers, "What's your name, anyway?"
For privacy, Alek used the name Johnson', just in case there had been any future, accidental encounters, he could shove off blame, Johnson? Nope, that ain't me!', "Johnson."
"Is that your first or last name?"
"Both."
Half-naked, bottom half, Jason asks, "Should I take off my shirt, too?"
Thinking the kid comical, `Johnson' muses, "Just for reference sake, that's the first thing that comes off!"
"Do you want me to put my pants back on?"
"You're shittin' me, right?"
It was the one time Jason was, disposing of his tee shirt the slow way, lifting it up so his teen treasure trail show, then pulling each arm out.
Eyes glued on the whole portrait, just from the mossy pubes and trail which oozed out of Jason's deep innie, the hair around Jason's perky nips, a little hair midchest, "You really are eighteen, aren't you?"
"If you must know, I could show you my driver's license?" Jason turns to face the urinal, bends over to grab his pants, begins to search a pocket for his wallet.
Johnson spots something beautiful! Then, as he's considered, Jason's mentor, "Are you fuckin' kidding? You never show anyone you meet up with your I.D.!"
"How come? You asked me?" Jason stands there, wallet in hand.
"First off," Johnson approaches the sweet kid, "you don't even bring a wallet in here."
"Oh, I get it. Some guy might pretend he wants a blow job and rob me instead?"
"You're on the right track," Johnson stands there, a few inches between. "Not only now, but if he got your address he might show up on your front porch."
"We don't have a porch. In fact, our house..."
"I don't want to know!" Johnson cuts Jason off, hand as a stop sign.
It show, Jason not as stoopid as Johnson thinks, "Oh, he might follow me home?"
"If you think he is, you don't go home. Go to a coffee shop and then when it gets dark, sneak out."
"I don't drink coffee."
"Well then go to the movies. Go to the fuckin' car wash for I care!"
"I'm sorry, Johnson. This is all new to me."
A little ticked off, because if his CEO-cocksucker found the door locked, `Johnson' might lose a hundred bucks, plus tip, "Great. Just drop to your knees and get on with it."
More than a little joy filled Johnson, by the time the lad was ready to cave in his knees, he was reacting to the whole scene. He was thinking what a shame the kid's first time was in a park restroom. However, when he didn't feel anything, "Well," he looks down into Jason's eyes, "are you going to get on with it?"
"What do I do? Do I hold it first or..."
Hands on hips, Johnson scolds, "Oh man, this really is your first time. Uh, have you ever seen anyone else do it?"
"No, but my friend in school knows how it goes and..."
"Wait. Did you happen to tell this friend where you were going today?"
"No. Why? Should I have?"
Again, scolding tone, "You `never' tell anyone where you're going or what you're going to do. Got that?"
Then Alek remembers Edward telling him otherwise! He left it as is. Knowing it was complicated, depending on whom to tell, Alek left it as is.
The rough chat was working Jason into getting soft, tip of his cock touching the floor, "Yeah, I got it Johnson. Oh fuck, is that cold!" He scoops both stick and stones up.
Of all things, Alek had to prolong the ordeal, "Is Jason your real name?"
Signifying `yes', Jason replies, "Yup. Jason..."
"I don't want to know the last. Rule number, whatever-we're-on, you don't use your real name. Make up one."
"Right now?" like Jason thought it was a chore.
Johnson helps the poor kid out, "You look like a Steve."
"Really? Steve who?"
"Doesn't matter, `Steve-who'," Johnson tries it out.
Taking the charade a bit further, `Jason' imitates the dynamic duo, "You Johnson...me Steve!"
He had stood up in the past few minutes it took Johnson to explain. Every few minutes or so Johnson was reminded about keeping a schedule, which when thinking of his next client, caused slight palpitations, not of the heart!
If indeed `Steve' were eighteen, it would make them the same age. Regarding such, Steve was starting to grow on Johnson, which made him touch himself.
Staring him in the eyes, Steve's eyes dart down, "Oh my god, Johnson!"
Figuring there only were a few minutes before his CEO fuck-toy was about to exercise his knuckles, Johnson makes a corporate decision, "How much time you have this afternoon?"
Shrugging both shoulders, which Johnson could swear Steve's balls jiggled, meant if they were that visible, they had to be more than ample goo-manufacturers, Steve says, "Long as I'm needed!"
He was so cute, Johnson had to at least give Steve a bonus, "And right before, if it means something to you, you cup a dudes head in your hand, move in on him and give him a quick kiss."
Steve wanted to react in words, but his lips became sealed!
"Get it?"
"I got it," Steve says, smiling. "I think you should show me again though, Johnson. Just so I know I got it?"
"How about I kiss you goodbye?"
"Sure...but...are you going to like, let everything loose in my mouth?"
Johnson had never even come close to having such a `virgin' gay-anything, though answered the lad, "It wouldn't be the first time. Now, can we get with it?"
Indeed, Johnson did lose track of the past five minutes, hearing a knock on the door, his name, "Johnson, you in there? It's me, Steve."
"Steve?" `Steve' almost jumps out of his skin. "That's my name?!"
"Not anymore. You're Bill!"
"I don't like Bill. Can I be Mark?"
"Fine," Johnson thought, but forgot, `Mark' was supposed to be here as a client and not a sidekick!
Soon as Johnson opens the door, he hears, "Oh shit, you did it Johnson!"
"Did what?" Johnson was honestly surprised.
"Two working me over at the same time...I love it!" the CEO had stripped his jacket, hurried untying the neck tie.
Mark asks, "Are you a top or a bottom?"
"Johnson, what is this?" he holds the tie stretched out, between both hands.
"Looks like a tie, Mack!" Johnson laughs.
Mack asks Mark, "You a virgin?"
It's what Johnson thought, but then he knew Mack and what he looked for when ducking into the park restroom, "You gonna take that from him, Mark?"
He knew Mark didn't know what he was talking about, Johnson rushing Mack, grabbing him by the shirt, all wadded up midchest, "You've got a helluva nerve!"
"What'd I do?" Mack says.
Knowing the rough fun Mack liked to have, Johnson rechristens Mark, "Apologize to Master Mark, you dog!"
"Gee, I'm really sorry," Mack smiles, walking towards, `Master Mark.'
Playing it over in his head, Mark wasn't sure about all this, being congenial, "No problem."
"What Master Mark means, is no problem with the apology, but of course I'm sure he's whipping up some little punishment in his head," Johnson tries throwing a hint.
Then Johnson notices Mack, "uh, the line, boy?"
This was another thing which threw Mark, Johnson calling Mack a boy,' when Johnson and he were more the boys.'
Before Mark could question, Johnson was racking up the demerits, "You fuckin' know you don't go over the line with clothes on?"
"I am truly sorry, Johnson," Mack says, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his pants, stripping it, the tee shirt and then going for the belt buckle.
"You better be, boy, and while you're getting nakid for us, I'm going to confer with Master Mark about how we're going to go about raping your tight ass!"
"We?" Mark's eyes pop open, jaw dropping.
Taking Mark away, from sight and almost no sound, Johnson cuddles his accomplice in an arm, "Stop acting so damn surprised about everything. Go with my lead and don't fuckin' apologize for everything."
"But, you said `we' when you said something about fucking Mack?"
It drew a smile on his lips, Johnson saying, "Like I said, follow my lead!"
Exiting the stall, Johnson suddenly backs up, Mark slamming into his back. It made him smile, Mark getting a hard-on over this, "And oh, by the way, always call him `boy.'"
"Yeah, what is it with that? He's older than us."
"Listen, just do it. If we keep him waiting too long he might start touching himself. Remember, a dude is no use to us if he spends his load before we're ready for him to."
His first lesson in man sex, Mark wasn't thinking it so bad. Also, he loved the way Johnson looked. He would be any man's catch!
One more backup, not the plumbing, Johnson says, "One more thing...Mack likes his nips played with."
"Nipples, you mean?" Mark made sure they were on the right page.
Again, instead of a review of Anatomy 101, Johnson explains, "Grab on his nips with your fingers and squeeze as hard as you can."
"Really?" Mark was again astounded!
Final exit, Johnson instructs, "Better yet, use your teeth on the big suckers!"
Holding Mark back for one more tip, "And we only have an hour, so don't screw it up!"
Mark was beside himself, looking upon Mack, kneeling, erect, both spine and cock, hands behind his head.
Back at the club, Alek was trying to forget that steamy afternoon at the park...
"Is that you, Johnson?"
It took a few seconds for Alek to shake his mind out of what had been such a vivid memory. He stare for a minute and like he wanted to pick the guy up, "Do I know you?"
"It's me, Jason...or Mark...or Master Mark," he laughs, "take your pic!"
Surely, the `master' fit Mark perfectly, though Alek preferred, "My, how you have changed!" he eyes Jason up, eyes floating down the straps of the harness like a bobsled in snow.
"I have a confession to make."
"Something I'm going to regret?"
"No, but we do have a common friend?"
Alek's eyes glide over the top of the dancing boys, trying to pick out one of the guys he came in with, "Who would that be?"
"He's not here now." Like Alek did to him, Jason says, "But I found out his name isn't Mack, it's Grant!"
"Mack?" Alek questions, like it's something to be fearful about. "Mack from the park? I mean..."
"Yeah. Like you warned me, some guy followed me home after we fucked Mack...now there I go! I mean, Grant, he followed me and I did what you said. Only thing is, he came into the coffee shop. First time I had tasted coffee!"
Mocking, Alek says, "It's not only your first, as I recall?"
Thinking it embarrassment now, not wanting to repeat his ignorance of that day last fall, Jason backs off a little, gestures with his hands, "How do you like how I've `blossomed'?"
"You using enhancements?" Alek joked. He figured, long as Jason was prodding him onward, he would prod, feeling up Jason's chest with the flat of his hand, until it collided with leather!
"All natural. Amazing, huh Johnson? After I met with you in the park, I seemed to `mature'. What do you think?"
By the size of Jason's leather briefs, "Uh, I would say definitely you've `matured'. Probably the double-fuck!" A slight flashback, Alek was kind of glad Jason aka Mark, had nuzzled him out of both slamming their cocks into Mack's tight ass, which would not accommodate 2!
Then the conversation turned back to Mack, or rather this `Grant'. Jason was living with him out in Malibu, "...and I'm commuting out to LA for my job," bragging, "by limo, no less!"
Smiling, Alek says, "So, you're lovers?"
"I wouldn't say that, but get the same courtesy. Nah, more a glorified pool boy. Kind of boring, especially when Grant has other men over and claims he's keeping me for himself."
"Maybe that's good," Alek responds, not being able to keep his eyes off Jason, still stealing glances to the leather pouch.
"It could be, but he's so boring in bed. All he wants me to do is keep his nips sore and then he comes. How boring is that?"
"Not which it isn't any of my business, but do you..."
It had been several months since Jason had seen Alek, sprouting in many different areas, "Yeah, Johnson," Jason smiles with kind of a smirk, "guess I found out a lot about myself last fall in the park restroom, thanks to you!"
Knowing the implications, Alek replies, "You're welcome!"
"Anytime I can show my gratitude, Johnson, I..."
"Oh, I'm not Johnson." Smartly Alek says. "`Alek' is my non-porn name!"
Showing a little disappointment, Jason says, "Just when I was getting used to Johnson!"
"I almost convinced myself of that!"
After a laugh, Alek asks, "By the way, you work here?"
Jason did, not being able to keep it under wraps, the little silver bar hanging from a chain around his neck, lying in the carpet of light brown fur, "Oh, you mean this?" he fingers it.
"What's with the `Hunter'?"
Alluding Alek for the moment, "The hunter' and the hunted'?"
Alek cocks his head, "You're the hunter and everyone else in this damn club is the hunted? Lucky man!"
"There's not enough hours in a day to conquer this crowd!"
"`Divide and conquer,' a man after my own heart!"
The two had a good laugh, `Hunter' explaining to Alek, Grant setting him up in a job. He rose in the ranks far too quickly, due to the owner of the bar liking his rear end skills tremendously!
It threw a downer into Hunter, "I was hoping, but no matter how hard I claim I can split a man in two, the owner says I'm too young for the position."
Throwing out some advice, Alek says, "Well, Mark, Hunter or whomever the hell you are," he takes his colleague under the arch of his pit, hand planing down the furry front, "I wouldn't get so bent out of shape over it. You still have a lot for a man to drool over!"
From being some dumb kid in the park restroom, to learning many habits and tricks of the trade, Hunter knew Alek meant `turning off flow in the main artery,' "I like my job too much!"
Knowing how hot the gang is, hanging around with them, Alek can't deny his love for them, "So many men, so little time."
Taking a vacated seat at the bar, Hunter says, "Next drink is on the house. What'll you have?"
"Don't you have a job to do?"
"I'm doing it!" Hunter smiles.
"Oh, so that makes me the hunted?"
When Hunter left the park that day, he also bailed out on his family, which wasn't too terrible a thing, since it was almost `every man for them self'. For the past 2 years, the bickering between his mom and dad had become unbearable. An only child, he became the pawn in their adult play.
His dad gave permission for him to be out late after a party.
His mom cancelled his plans.
Then another fight simmered.
Hunter learned early in life, how to climb down the trellis, taking him from his second floor bedroom to the ground floor.
His mom wanted him to go to medical school.
His dad told him he had to work in the family business.
Hunter wanted to be an artist!
Wants and unwanted attention haunted Hunter to the point it drove him out of the house. A month before graduation, the divorce was in the courts and Hunter was shacked up with Grant...
"Wow, everything happened really fast, didn't it?"
"I'll say," Hunter show he had `feelings' for Alek, sliding a hand down his thigh!
Taking a sip out of the little straw, Alek awards him, "Nice move," leaving the hand lingering, "by the way, did you ever get fucked?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Why do you think I'm asking?!"
"You thinking of driving my virgin ass home?"
"Johnson always gets his man!"
Johnson, or rather Alek, posing once again as a figure which seemed a little more mightier than his real self, had cinched an after-the-party date with Jason...rather, Hunter,' as he called himself. Thinking on it, as he sipped and watched the dancing some more, dudes he knew, those he didn't, Alek kept thinking how quickly things can change...Hunter changed from a meek and mild Jason', into a hot, sizzling hunk of a leather man. He also wondered the caliber of sex Hunter's portfolio possessed!
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