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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 19
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well, that was quite a story, Iqbal. I hope you consider it a happy ending?"
Gazing over to Alek, he tilts his sunglasses, says in a funny tone, "Oh, it's not over yet!"
Slapping Iqbal on the thigh, Alek agrees, "You got that right!"
Iqbal smiled, not taking offense to Alek's touch, rather liking it. Only, too bad it wasn't a slap on the ass!
Then Alek's cell went ringing it's Looney Tunes theme, "That's gotta be Edward!"
It was, Edward wanting to stop off soon for food. He told them they would pull ahead and lead the convoy to a restaurant he knew of, where the food was out of this world!
Johnny's only comment, "I hope they have clean restrooms!"
"Me too," Alek says, which caused a flashback in memory, of the park custodian, who made sure the restroom at the park was squeaky clean. It only cost Alek a $10 kickback, once a month, a small portion of what he made up front. One of his new clients had even remarked how something like this, suck and fuck sessions, went on in a place so immaculate. It made Alek's smile turn into a grin, thinking about doing the rookie priest from a parish three towns over!
Caught off guard, the navigator was confronted by Johnny, "How come you're always so happy, Alek?"
"Uh, ah, um," Alek had to quickly erase some memory...
When Johnny leaned forward, he made sure Keb wasn't leaning on his shoulder. However, Keb's bod immediately fell to his left, wedged in between the back of the seat and Johnny's back side.
Last night, what was intended on being a sweet night of love making for Keb, hoping to develop something more ongoing with Jaeson, turned into a short interlude of getting off.
First, it did appear like some sweet love making, foreplay with kissing. Then, the romantic aspect evaporated when Jaeson rolled over onto his back. Arms around Keb, it brought him over on top, with words of `getting the lips busy!'
From this point it was not about love at all, except Jaeson loving the way Keb could use his lips. Going with it, Keb hoped this would only be a detour for the sweet way they started out.
He was wrong!
No sooner had he worked Jaeson's cock up into a full-grown shaft, he was toppled over onto the bed with a swift slap to one thigh.
Watching Jaeson fit a condom over his raging hard-on, Keb remembers saying, "Is that it for us?"
"Oh no," Jaeson worked fast, before the moment passed him by, "but in a minute it will be!"
Keb could not disagree, spreading his legs wide to accommodate Jaeson's long, fat tube, was any better than foreplay, only held his protest now of what the true intention had been for him, of something more romantic, putting off Jaeson slowly working his cock inside.
Then, it became less and less about love-making, than Jaeson loving the feel of Keb's ass-lips, gripped tightly as his hard, fat shaft got worked up in a frenzy, massaged by Keb's hot insides.
Totally indifferent attitude, is what hit Keb, Jaeson ready to shoot his load, pulling out, condom coming off and white jizz flying onto Keb's stomach, white goo against his deep tanned skin.
More humiliating, Keb awakens, finding his head and pecs behind Johnny's back, well it put the damper on his sweet dream.
Opposed to last night, into morning...catches the rest of Keb's sweet escapade, completing it from memory...
Appearing at the door, James, in the buff, holding his balls, full of potency, says, "Knock, knock!"
By this time Keb wasn't ready and willing to adhere to a lending system, "Fuck you, James!"
"Be nice," Jaeson says with a smile.
"I was," Keb says in a blaming tone, "and look what I got from you!"
"Oh come on, Keb," Jaeson tries smoothing it over, "it's not like we both got something out of it?"
Room heating up with bad vibes, James decides to seek out another room, "Uh, see you guys later." Leaving for a second, coming back, "But if you can't work out your differences, I'm still up for a good time!"
"I can see that," Jaeson says, wiggling his eyebrows, at the sight of James' 7c trying to keep himself on edge.
It left Keb in the lurch, lying there, Jaeson's minute old excretion on his stomach.
Jaeson leaving with James, next on the merry-go-round, Eric sticks his head in the door, "Hey, can I take care of that for you?"
Under other circumstances, the 24-year old might have gone for it, but wanting something he didn't get, other than a fuck he couldn't rave about, not which Jaeson didn't assert himself to the fullest, "No, Eric," he lets him down easy, "go away, please?"
"We don't need to take it all the way," he looks over the tip of Keb's shaft, "I mean, I could just clean off your stomach. Like, I need all the protein I can get?"
He couldn't deny Eric, a 34-year old man, keeping himself in 20-something-shape, slender, not a musclehead, but in decent standing, right down to the stiff cock he was holding with one hand, other hand amply full and since Keb thought Eric as just being kind, "Uh, yeah, I guess that would be okay."
Not out at this moment for heated romance, Keb thought of doing Eric a favor, getting his daily protein ration, whatever that was. Regardless, when Eric's tongue began slurping up Jaeson's protein shake, more than this started to get to him.
"Done!" Eric pops up, sitting on his knees between Keb's legs. "Anything else I can do for you?"
Of course there was!
Eric learned how to work a guy long time ago, in the transition of high school to college. At medical school, he learned all the sensitive places and how to work them properly with movement of the tongue and hands. Together they drew out of a man an enriching vocal symphony.
"Nah, that's okay," Keb replied.
"Have you come yet?"
Of course he didn't, which Eric knew, feeling a gummy residue stick to the short-cropped whiskers under his chin.
Just the mention of it, forgetting the sweet prelude, Keb's horny side got ahead of him, "If you don't mind?"
"Mind?" Eric's hand crunch the base of Keb's 7c, "Why should I mind?"
And he didn't, showing Keb by sliding his knees out from under him, opening wide as shoulders fell forward.
"Oh-hh-hh," Keb sighed long and mellow, grabbing the two pillows with both fists.
In a matter of minutes, Eric had taken Keb back to rockhard status, popping off, "You want to come right away or have me prolong the ecstasy?"
After dropping out of med school, Eric had all the knowledge of how the human anatomy was connected. While he didn't make an effort to make Keb wait, "I have other ways of sweet torture?"
All Keb could do is moan, feeling Eric's hands at work. At times it involved fingers pinching his nips, or one pinching and the other fingering his love-hole.
With all intentions, Keb wanted to be fucked again, but surprised out of his gourd when Eric pops off his fudgesicle, repositions himself and sits down!
"Eric, what are you doing?"
By now, Eric plunging his ass in a sit down position over Keb's hard shaft, "Too late to turn back now!"
It hasn't been since first semester of college, Keb hasn't been the object of a man's ass gulping up his 7-inch tool. Even though he would much rather be on the other side of the fucking equation, it was all good, "Oh man, Eric!"
With all his might, though unsuccessful, Keb tries pushing himself up on his elbows, an effort to reach Eric's cock, bobbing up and down.
"I love this game!" Eric laughs it off, Keb not the first guy who tried catching the up and down motion on his tongue.
It's one of those things, Eric blessed with 9.5-inches of slender meat. Though he liked getting fucked, fucking another dude, he liked working his way past tonsils, more than plugging a guy's ass. Eric was into it all, even the `dark side', loving to be tied down, an equal-sized shaft forced down the throat or up the ass canal.
A guy could get excited by Eric's great looks, the bright smile, the hairy chest and stomach, but it was his broomstick poking out of his thick pubes which gave him this in for popularity!
Soon though, Keb became a broncho, wanting it so bad, for the moment to peak.
Eric loved it when Keb came, grabbing his slender waist with both hands, jam-packing himself deeper and deeper.
When they came together, Eric was a vacuum at cleaning up, but when he hops off Keb and the bed, he made his intentions clear, "Off to the next cock needing release!"
Poor Keb, he was hoping for more than lying there, looking at his fallen over shaft, encased in a slimy condom. Peeling it off, he could only make comment, "Ick!"
The feel of the condom, Eric's ass-juices glued to the sides, his own creme seeping out, it was a turn off, especially when all he wanted was a sweet night of love-making. Though, in a pinch, something was better than nothing.
Probably why, when he finally awoke from his dream Johnny tried jumping out of his seat, belt holding him back, "Keb, what the hell you think you're doing?"
Johnny did release himself, a hand checking to make sure it was Keb's tongue wetting the small of his back and not a leaky water cooler!
"Sorry baby," Keb chocks it up to, "must've been a `wet' dream!"
Fortunately for Keb, Johnny didn't know what a `wet dream' was, but didn't want to act like an ignoramus, "Oh. Okay, but next time, control that tongue, Keb!"
Glancing to Alek, Iqbal notes, "Is he for real?"
"As real as real can get!" Alek replies.
When Johnny did settle down, rebuckling his seatbelt, Keb says he's sorry, excusing himself, "I didn't get much sleep."
Unknowing to Johnny, he says, "Jaeson keep you up all night?"
It's then they all are clued in, Keb and Jaeson no longer an item.
He's never done this before, physically shown emotions with a guy, Johnny taking a chance, placing an arm over Keb's shoulders, giving into a little bro-hug, "Gee, I'm really sorry about that, Keb."
Alek mutters, "Get ready for relationship number two!"
Iqbal was either way with it, looking at the two cuddle, through the rearview mirror, "Maybe and maybe not. Only time will tell?"
Smiling, Alek agrees, "I know."
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Slim zipping past the `yellow hornet', a name deemed fit for Alek's jeep, the driver and his navigator had every right to condemn the crazy driving.
"I thought Slim knew how to drive?"
"Apparently, not!" Iqbal replies.
In the back seat, the jerk in the vehicle made Keb and Johnny realize they weren't the only ones in the jeep, "Holy schmoly, what's that crackpot doing?"
"You tell'em, baby!" Keb sided with Johnny, loving the attitude.
Alek was probably blushing, hearing Johnny say, "Alek says I have to be more assertive."
Keb thought it was good, but what he was thinking put himself to shame. Sure, he'd like Johnny to be more `assertive' with him, given his blessed size. However, it wasn't only that. The difference between Jaeson and Eric's approach was much different from the personality Johnny reflects.
Keb liked the `sweet and innocent' Johnny, which made him recite, "Don't change too much, baby!"
"I won't," though at this place in time, Johnny couldn't promise anything, his intentions being what they are.
Mundanely, because it's been a while since Slim almost cut them off the road, "Are we there yet?"
"I see something?" Iqbal replies.
It did look like a real boot, only 3 stories high, "Looks like a boot," Johnny says, peering through the alley of the guys up front.
"No," Keb jokes, "I think it's a boot!"
Fake-punching Keb in the arm, "That's what I just said, Keb!"
Rubbing the place Johnny touched, unhurt, Keb savored the feeling, taking it as innocent play. One thing about the narrow alley to the dashboard, it brought him close to Johnny, without being obvious he wanted to touch skin with skin, "I know, baby."
Excited about eating, but first taking a leak, Johnny was not immune to Keb's breathing on the back of his neck. Turning head abruptly, he kisses whatever part of Keb was facing his way!
"What was that for?" Keb treats it as if a smack across the chops.
"For getting too close!" Johnny smiles, but turns again to watch Iqbal pull into the lot.
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From the moment CK stepped from the oversized camper, he was distraught, "Don't tell me we're going to eat in this dump?"
"I don't mind!"
Alex rushes by him, hoping to catch up with Alek, which when getting close enough, "Alek, wait up, will ya?"
"Not a problem," Alek replies, turning around, Iqbal on the corner of his arm, doing the same thing.
More of a stranger between the two, he watches as Iqbal and Alex greet each other with more than a handshake, which prompts him to say, "I take it you're more than friends?"
"No," Alex disagrees, "that's all we are!"
"Oh," Alek feels out of place.
Iqbal explains, which Alek knows something of, "Alex is first in my change of life experience."
"Really?" Alek is not on the same page, "Like how does that go?"
"Not what you're thinking," Alex pals up with the two, arm over Alek's right shoulder, which put him in the middle of the two friends.
Catching up with the first bunch who have entered the greasy spoon, Iqbal sends a message, "Thanks for almost sending us and the Conquistador off the road into the ditch, Slim!"
Smiling, meant to convey a silent message, Slim says, "So, punish me!"
Not a stranger to corporal punishment, growing up with a natural state of reprimand, passed down through generations, Iqbal says, "Be careful what you wish for, Slim!"
"Bring it on!"
Someday, if things came together between Alek and himself, Iqbal would release some detail of his `complicated' life. However, he slips, telling, "You might not like it, Slim, being made to stand in the sun without a shirt on, holding yoke over your shoulders, buckets hanging from the sides and taking a whipping?"
Slim gulped, not sure, but his balls sure coaxing him on, "Uh, might like to try it...uh, for a few seconds?"
All for the measly infraction of talking in a classroom, during high school, Iqbal didn't have a choice, having to stand there for the duration of 10 lashes. It's one of the reasons Iqbal does not miss his father!
Alek breaks the ice, "I don't get mad Slim..."
"That's cool!" Slim sort of liked it, coming from Alek.
"I get even!"
Alex, thinking Slim a hot man, says, "I can help!"
"No way," they are all taken a step back, Alek furnishing, "you're never going to get back with Kyle, going after other men, Alex?"
He didn't mean it, what he was thinking about Slim, but to appease his new friend's concerning attitude, "Oops! Forgot! Thanks for setting me straight, Alek!"
Even though Alex didn't unveil anything at the fashion show, doing what the other guys did, changing in and out of Nouguet briefs, the reaction Alex got, made Slim's mouth water, reason enough to voice opinion, "Really, Alek?"
Sympathizing, Alek says, "Sorry, Slim!"
If Alex Nouguet wasn't attached, Alek would have been the first to try to get into his pants and his life. In a way, Alek rooted for the `underdog', downside, thinking it would be great if Alex never got back to his relationship with Kyle and the boys. Then, Alek kicked that little devil off his shoulder, sending him on his fat ass, right back to hell! Who was he to interfere in a married man's affairs?
Overlooking much, overall CK did not mind the greasy decor' to the place. He got over much of this attitude, when he saw it was a gay' hangout of sorts. He even pleaded with Edward and Alek, to slow their trip down, wanting to stay for the nighttime line dancing.
Then, Alek made a terrible goof, "Well, you have your own wheels. You can do as you please, CK!"
Giving CK permission worked against Alek, Slim's companions wanting to do the same.
Turning to the guys in his own back seat, Alek asks, "What about you, Keb?"
Keb brushes the responsibility off on Johnny, who says, "I never been to a line dance before?"
Happy and unhappy at the same time, Alek orders, "Find us some rooms, Edward, but only for one night!"
His goof set them all back a day, Alek muttering to himself, `Me and my big mouth!'
"Why me?" Edward tries getting out being the scapegoat.
On the sly, Alek says, "Because I happen to know you're the best line-dancer?!"
Alek was good, because he had a good teacher. However, he could never beat his mentor, Edward having some moves which could not be taught!
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When the two Conquistador's led the Winnegaybo to the inn, Alex knew CK wouldn't set foot out of the camper.
Wrong as he was, Alex knew there had to be something up CK's sleeve, which proved he was not totally wrong. Either way, didn't matter, since not sharing his opinion with anyone didn't cost him!
Walking over to his good friend, Alex confronts him, "I take it you have a better plan, C?"
On the outskirts of Sodero Springs, all CK had to do is put in a call to one of three of his men, all on standby, 24 hours, working in shifts, to do a little research.
"As we speak," CK had a confident smile on his face, touching on his cell phone.
Not only did CK have his team look up more accommodating' lodgings, but if they didn't have at least three suites available, money could buy their way in, as it became the case. It also helped to throw the Nouguet' name around.
Cuing his 3 standby's, if a person didn't know the Nouguet name, the standby guys would make the person live to regret it...they would also make sure they got an address, dropping a care package to the person. Everyone loved something for nothing...a 5-pack of Nouguet briefs always painted a lovelier picture!
"Well, let's go!" CK announces.
Edward was first not to back down, "What's wrong with Quality Innkeepers?"
CK, center of attraction of the half-circle of the shirted and shirtless, counts on his fingers, "Let's see...off the top of my head, no pool, no sauna, no hot tub, no tennis courts, nothing bigger than a twin bed, need I go on?"
Outnumbered, Edward gave in as well, a mass answer, "We're in Mr. Karlyle!"
Nick Aiello had already grown affectionate with CK, hanging on his shoulder, "Tell me, Cayman, how many boys are going to be shacking up in our room?"
"Are you joking?" CK led Nick on, building in his mind, "You think I'm going to allow you to tie me to the bed with a flock of others in the room?"
Quick on the return, Nick says, "Allow me? I'll do what I want with you, boy!"
More affectionately, a kiss came before CK replies, "You're really starting to grow on me."
"Ain't nothin'...wait till I start growin' `in' you!"
While Nick drove, CK did occasionally walk to the back theatre, only a thick door separating the driver compartment, wedged in between the back bedroom and modest kitchen. Turn of events in his life, not getting any younger and with thoughts of not being able to keep up with the younger crowd forever, seeing the guys lazing around did make him wonder whether he was doing the right thing in finding a man to settle down.
Walking back to the front, at first he was torn, but then thought of those tight ropes around his wrists and ankles. Yeah, he was doing the right thing!
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Pulling into the Plaza di Campanelli, they pass through a wide and high wrought iron fence, topped with the name, written in fancy cursive, in gold.
"Whoa, will you look at this place?" Drew says, eyes peeled and gazing through the large side windows.
Outside the gate, all was quiet, but inside the grounds it buzzed with landscapers.
James says, "Oh great, we arrive on shirtless-landscaping day!"
The others share the same feeling, which made their balls tingle, seeing all kinds of guys, doing all kinds of gardening jobs.
"I'll take the one with the long hose," Slim laughs, having switched from the truck to the camper, last stop.
"Aren't you a little out of your league, Slim?" Scott referred to him looking at a dude watering the roses, who didn't look any older than himself.
Slim had all the answers, "One big difference in age, Scott, I've taken in more sperm than you and because of that, more able to please a man, with all that experience!"
Scott wasn't saying, but last night, in bed with Jeremi, he rather liked working his tongue up and down tall cock with slow precision. He didn't think Jeremi was disappointed, not with all the goo his cock spat out!
Jeremi was ready to speak out and defend Scott, but would rather keep their business, their business. Though, he did wonder if Scott would repeat, applying his own seepage to his nips, than go ahead and lick the juice off?
When they began to empty out, CK was sure to ask, "So, Edward, what do you think?"
Smartly, he answers, "Tell me, when the landscapers are done, do they double up as masseurs before my hot tub?"
"Get a life," Aronold says.
"Hardly," CK replies.
With the others going inside, Nick hung back, saying, "I know that look, Cayman?"
"We just met, Nick. How could you know anything about me?"
"Like, when the boys got comfy to watch `Brokeback' and complained about no chips? I wonder where they came from?"
"Oh. That. I always keep a few cases, just in case!"
"And the beer?" Nick questions the bottles on ice.
"I was only thinking of you."
"Now so?" Nick is miffed.
"It would be so much quieter for you, the boys sleeping it off in the back?"
"Oh really? Well, I didn't hear any snoring!"
Really, the guys didn't get past the first bottle, hoping to eat and then get on with the partying and the rest of the movie they weren't watching.
CK didn't have anything to say about that, alluding to, "Oh, look, complimentary mints!"
"You intend on fattening up in your old age, Cayman?"
Picking it up, Cayman drops the candy like it was a hot coal, "Oh, you think that will make a difference?"
Picking up the bottom edge of CK's polo shirt, Nick exposes the fuzzy bellyhole swath, "You're borderline."
"See that?" CK says.
"I see. Thing is, what are you gonna do about it?"
"Oh," CK speculates, "find a man to control what I can and cannot eat, sire?"
"Hmm, I think I can find a sausage or two!"
"Two?" CK liked the idea of 3 men in a tub!
"Yeah," Nick drops the shirt, puts a hand in his right pocket, "after you suck it dry the first time, I'll firm right up for the second time around!"
This is where Nick found a niche in playing bdsm-games with guys. Right after playing with one dude, he could turn right around and start on a second session. Especially came in handy while in college, earning extra money, while earning his BA in English, flunking out at trying to speak French!
"By the way," CK smiled while stuttering.
Thinking something was up, Nick questions with reserve, "What's on your mind?"
"Well," CK finger walks two fingers up Nick's shirt, "while I was speaking with my standby, I thought it might be a good idea he join us on our journey," he reaches Nick's `v', massaging hair, "strictly business, of course!"
Back off, folding arms below his pec-line, Nick smelled something wrong with CK's delivery, "Strictly business is it?"
"Of course," CK claims.
However, Nick got more than suspicious, walking through the front door, and while eyeing up the elegant lobby, listened to CK give a full description of his standby, Oscar Villago, starting with his most valued employee, branching off onto Oscar's education history, degrees in science and business, ending with, "And he just happens to be gay!"
Not really angry at CK, Nick was hoping, after hearing Oscar was tall, muscular, liked keeping fit and water sports; swimming, paddle boarding, those kinds. Though he made it known, "You're not supposed to go around giving a man's secrets away?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry," CK was not!
"Well," not which Nick minded now, "what's done is done. Are you going to ask about our room or would you like me to?"
"Ask?" CK questions Nick, like it was something repulsive.
Both hands flanking his bod, Nick says, "Are we sleeping in the lobby?"
Feeling the ropes around his wrists and ankles already, CK says, "Might be nice, eagle-spread to those columns!"
"For your information, I was really into bondage at one time, but it's been years since I've pulled it off?"
"Oh, well," CK swats the notion away with a limp wrist, "you leave that part to me!" Though, thinking about it, Nick all trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, no place to go, while he licked him all over, it made CK's mouth water!
Truth be told, CK didn't need to come within 10 feet of the lobby desk, the manager himself, a jolly cub, coming over to greet them, "Welcome to our fine, family lodgings, Mr. Karlyle."
Nick smiled, watching the middle-aged man greet Cayman, a kiss to each cheek. Before he could get away, Nick saying, "Hi. I'm Nick."
Looking to CK, then Nick, back again, he says, "Oh, are you together?"
Not too happy about a person, if they didn't like `gays', Nick says, "That seem a little strange to you," he read the dude's little brass plate pinned to his chest, "Ernesto?"
Smartly, Ernesto always got himself out of trouble, by alerting a customer whom had the same doubts of whether he was biased or not, "I hope you have brought your appetites. My partner, Sean is also a chef and plans a menu of excellence, every evening."
"Okay," Nick took it like Ernesto covered that territory, "you've convinced me," he skips the quaint peck on each cheek, grabbing the back of the managers neck and giving his a kiss on the mouth, making sure he tasted tongue!
"Oh my," Nick could tell Ernesto savored the kiss, "we'll keep this our little secret?"
It was too late, a bear of a man approaching, "Ernesto, what the hell was that?"
Nick's impression of Ernesto's partner, Sean Aragon, around his own age, but a thicker girth, he might be more of a match for CK's fantasies than himself, "Blame me," he confesses for Ernesto's sake.
"Hmm, that might work," Sean scans Nick like an MRI. Then, since CK was chatting it up with Ernesto, "Say, how about I give you a little tour of the kitchen?"
Gesturing with his face, Nick says, "I think I could use a little something to tide me over!"
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Meanwhile, out by the pool, escorted to their own little cottage of Italian decor, Johnny is thrilled, "I don't believe I'm rooming with you, Alek!"
Alek couldn't either. He bet Nick and CK had a room to themselves. He had planned on an evening of getting to know Iqbal better, but time alone would have to wait. Also, unlike he thought some of the others could be, Alek didn't have it in his heart to be rude, "Yeah, it's cool, Johnny!"
It then occurs to Johnny, "If it's not okay, I could check with the guys?"
Tempted, Alek stood his ground, but Iqbal cut in ahead of him, "Of course it's okay, Johnny."
Surprisingly, Alek was shocked, Iqbal giving Johnny a hug, which sent mixed signals.
When Johnny goes on in ahead of the two, Iqbal set the record straight, "By the way, you are okay with three?"
Picturing the number `3' in his mind, along with himself, Johnny and then Iqbal, it didn't set right with Alek. He more was taking Johnny in out of cordiality, not wanting to roll around in the sack. A look of preposterous, Alek says, "Are you kidding? That's what I thought you meant!"
For now Alek play it like a dream fantasy, without an ounce of reality. He liked multi-man sex, but with Johnny, the equation wasn't bottoming out with even results.
Iqbal barged right on into the cottage room, choosing to drop his stuff on one bed, his eyes on the other, picturing Alek and Johnny stripped naked and at his disposal!
Across the length of the olympic sized pond, Edward was a little ticked off, having a cottage away from skirting the pool. Though, he knew, with his shades on, sitting in a chair at waters edge, he could very well spy on any hot guy. Then, hauling his duffle over one shoulder, between the hot sun and his khaki shirt, it was mighty hot, dreaming of naked men. Before he turned the corner, he decided to do away with what was making hit pits and other parts sweaty as hell. Not which he, nor probably anyone would care, he looked about, seeing if he would be noticed. None showing interest, he quickly unbuttoned it down the front and stripped it. Edward thought he heard a whistle, but then figured it was a bird, because none of the swimmers looked his way, "Rats!"
Placing the shirt in the loop of the bag strap, he again hefted it to his shoulder, walking off. Around the corner stood another row of cottages, amply far apart, so as not to pick up any nightly noises. He admired the walk, but also the owners' decision to keep the wooded area rustic.
Following the numbers, he discovers he's the last cottage. Interesting enough, the entrance is not facing the cobbled lane, but a window in the place of a door.
Sweating like a pig, he curses himself for picking out clothes this morning which would be worn for a hike through the woods and not more casual lightweight summer wear.
Right as he turns the corner, hoping he's upon the front door, a voice rings out, "Hold it right there a minute!"
At first Edward was a little pissed, but it quickly wore off, seeing the chainsaw laden landscaper stripped from the waist, up. Mind-flood occurring, thinking how beautiful the chainsaw-holder looked, chiseled abs, pecs, everything about the lad, giving him Adonis definition. Facial features weren't in the equation just yet, a red-patterned bandana around the blond's head, safety goggles over his eyes.
"There," the chainsaw was cut off, "thanks. I wanted to get that limb sawed off before I knocked it off for the day."
Whereas Edward turned the corner with heated emotion, a different kind of temperature sent fluctuations his way, and all too forgiving, "No problem."
"Thanks for waiting," the landscaper let the inactive saw swing around his back, attached to a backpack type sling, "like I always say, better do it today, for it may rain tomorrow!"
Edward joked, "We're in California!"
"I know," he walks towards Edward, goggles hanging from the neck, set upon his sweaty chest. "You wouldn't happen to be a forest ranger?"
Half-dressed like one, khaki shirt hanging from his bag, Edward knew where that came from, "I suppose I could pass for one, given I have much knowledge of living out in the raw wilderness!"
"Sounds good to me!"
Allowing his satchel to slide off his shoulder, "I'm Edward."
Extending a hand, the landscaper withdraws it, pulls the glove off, "Hey. Glenn's the name."
Strangely, when Glenn offers his hand, it's parallel to his stomach.
Edward could sense something, back of his hand feeling the heat radiate off Glenn's hand, "Nice to meet you mate!"
"You're Australian?" Glen asks, still clutching Edward's hand.
"Um," Edward slides his hand out Glenn's hold on him, "not really. Been there for several years before returning to the Americas. When you're down under for so long, things rub off on ya."
"I love the way you have with words," Glenn stood there, smiling.
Taken aback, Edward wondered if Glenn just made a play for him, so he started in with some small talk, "You been a landscaper long?"
"Uh, about three weeks...that's about how long ago I lost my job!"
"Oh? What is it you do?"
It worked, holding Glenn's attention!
"I was with the USGS."
Knowing what that meant, Edward gloats, "You're a geologist?"
"Yeah, but got the ax."
"You resigned, or..."
"Yeah, you're on the right track. I was canned...and yeah, it was my own stupid fault."
Though, with Glenn smiling, Edward figures, "It can't be all that bad?"
Giggling, Glenn says, "If you get the way the boss likes his coffee wrong enough times, that'll do it!"
"Something doesn't sound right with that?"
"It's complicated."
Edward caught it, Glenn didn't want to open up on it, "Well of course. It's your business. After all, you don't even know me!"
A smile on Edward's lips, Glenn follows through on what he's thinking, "I know, but I think might like to!"
"Really?" Edward was frank, "An old guy like me?"
"Not much older than me, I expect. 36? 38, tops?"
Walking closer, Edward says, "C'mon, Glenn. Don't shit a shitter. You're not even close to 36 or 38!"
"Ok. I confess. I'm 27, but I think older guys are..." he was about to say `hot', but realized they hadn't crossed that bridge yet, "to be respected...for their knowledge and..."
"And that's a bunch of bullshit!"
It made Glenn laugh out loud, hold a hand to his mouth, "You know?"
"I would like to know."
Dropping the laughing, Glenn asks, "What was that?"
"It's a scientific test. I'm surprised you haven't heard of it, being a scientist yourself?"
Glenn says, "Well, maybe if you tell me what it is, I can let you know if I've come across it?"
"How about I show you?" Edward figures it the best explanation.
"I'm game. What do I do?"
"Close your eyes."
"Uh, you're not going to anything funny, like turn on my chainsaw and saw my dick off?"
"You crazy? And ruin all our fun?!"
"Okay," Glenn gets it, "you're gay and I'm gay."
"Aren't you curious about the test, though?"
"Ok," Glenn goes with it, closing his eyes, "humor me."
Having Glenn stand there, eyes closed, Edward instructs, "Now drop your arms to your sides."
From hips to sides, Glenn lets his arms dangle, "I think I can guess what's coming next, Ed!"
He expected a kiss, but Edward fakes him out, twisting his nips!
"Ow-w-w, owch-owch, Ed!"
Opening his eyes, Glenn asks, "This is your test for finding out if I'm gay?"
"Nah," Edward flashes a toothy grin, "this is a test to see if you're going to lash out when I do something unexpected!"
Looking down upon his chest, having not seen much sun, lily white, Glenn fondles himself, "Look what you did. You made them all red!"
"Shall I doctor them up for you?" Edward licks his lips.
"You sure have a weird way of going about it, but I like it, Ed."
"Oh, you'll like it much, much more, `in the flesh!'"
"Hmm, well, I usually go for a swim to get the sweat off my shoulders, if you're up for it?"
Dropping what hold he had on his sack, Edward drops it, goes for his belt buckle, "I'll be ready in a jiffy!"
"Really, Ed? In public?" Glenn cocked one eye.
Picking up his duffle, Edward finds the door unlocked.
Glenn holding it, Edward invites him in, which it catches him on the rebound, "I'm kind of sweaty."
Moving kind of fast, Edward says, "We would only wind up that way, anyway!"
"Not what I'm thinking, more like grossing you out from the stench. I'll meet you out by the pool."
It's at this point, seeing Glenn close the door behind him, Edward thought all that work up, coaxing words of trying to get to know the lad, had been a waste of time. Still though, he did feel gritty and bet, once Glenn caught a glimpse of the guys in his party, `the old man' would be history.
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