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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 02 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Alek@18yo
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Finding out just how unaccommodating his dad could be, Alek catches him `behind the scenes', reaming out, figuratively speaking, some poor employee over a mistake, for simply getting the donut order incorrect. What would be a constructive board meeting, with the wrong mix of donuts!
The message came through loud and clear, Alek approaching the young dude, after making sure his father was long gone.
"Um, my father is not like this all the time?"
To be brief and uncomplicated, Hart Tanudjaja, rarely using a surname for introductions, "Hi, I'm Hart. I'm new here," he flashed a smile.
Alek didn't get it. Why was he smiling?
Three years before turning 18, Alek kind of had an idea of telling if a dude were straight or gay, sensing it here, "Alek," he took Hart's hand, shook it, adding a direct smile, meant to communicate something fishy going on here.
Hanging on too long, Hart smiles back, "I know. Your father often talks about his family. Proud man."
`Awfully upbeat, for a dude who just got his balls twisted up in a bind,' Alek thought, making hand contact.
Maybe he came on as all business', but like any dad, Alek's father enjoyed talking about his family, which in turn, gave him the up and up on how to go on with conversation, "Yeah, I'm one of the clan all right!" Not limited, to family, "Uh, I saw my father was a little angry' with you. Like, what was that all about?"
Very cute, 6' tall, Alek's estimation, he follows Hart back to an office, which after finding out the confrontation was over a box of donuts, "Wait. This is your office?" he eyes up Hart's workplace, quite lux in nature, modern furnishings, paintings, sculptures, other accessories to match.
Knowing what this was about, Hart says, reaching down into a waist height fridge for two bottles of water, "I know what you're thinking, an executive branch man bowing to getting donuts for the board meeting, well," he twists off a cap, pours it into a glass of ice cubes, "to tell you the truth, your father happens to like a certain kind of donut and if the bakery is out of it, I have the feeling he wants me to run all over town to find that special one!"
"Uh, no. Not really my question. More like, how a young guy happens up the corporate ladder so quickly?" Alek runs a finger over a marble-top table against the wall, containing a glass sculpture of a fish hopping out of the water.
Smiling, because Hart knew Alek was on know-how, "Uh, it would be tough to explain, unless you know some of the secrets your father keeps?" He hands over the glass, "Cheers!"
This was a revelation for Alek, though he didn't treat it like any big deal, just kept it bottled up in his mind for future reference. "I notice the twang in the way you talk?"
Hart's tiny accent grew into a blooming conversation piece, Alek asking about heritage, in what he gathered.
"My mother is from Indonesia, father, Indian, but educated in British schooling, having also lived in Australia. I suppose that's why I turned out to be such a mutt!"
Alek had wondered if Hart was onto him', sitting there against a lit cabinet, which at home his mother called a buffet'. With Hart's butt slightly on edge, it seemed to make the crotch stand out.
Going back on how Mark would perceive the scenario, Alek took risk by the bullhorns, "Yeah, such a hot looking mutt at that," he makes a quick advance, standing almost between Hart's legs, hands on the zipper.
Very surprisingly, Alek thought he was ready to bottom', his top hopping off the buffet', "Oh no, this won't do. First off," Hart sets his glass down on the marble, with a clunk. Hurriedly walking about the spacious room, he locks the door, closes off the view from outsiders, tilting wooden slats.
Returning to the buffet, Alek confronts, "Now, where were we?"
In Hart's mind, checking out the 18-year old, he was a ravishing beauty. Though, if asked to explain out loud, Hart would later mention the most beautiful part first, unveiling Alek's luscious cock, which at first was crammed into a tighty-whitey, only to perk up with a few strokes, "Mm-m," he looked into Alek's eyes, while his hand was busy, same time revealing, "You haven't any idea what I was talking about? About your father?"
"Not really," Alek was frank. Having used the phrase over and over, which was slowly becoming Alek's `signature', he could have barked the order out, but if he intended on interrogating Hart, without the use of a belt, goes at it with softness, "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?"
Knowing the drill, being there', having done that', Hart knows how much Alek is being a softy, though treats the request as if a tough son-of-a-gun has dictated it, "Yes, sir," Hart sinks to his knees. He felt his way, by use of eyesight, hands and tongue, "Mm-mm, I can't wait for the main course!"
All Alek could do was gawk at such a specimen. He's been there before, a guy coming off as a dominant of the species, allowing a 10-inch piece of meat get the best of him.
However, he also knew the ropes, like a dominant top dude would use on his submissive bottom, "Damn it, boy! If you're gonna suck it, suck it..." mellows out, "please?"
Alek's shaft goes all the way to the back of the throat. Unlike some guys, but like most, Alek was too long and fat to fit past the tonsils, "Argh-h-ugh-h-h," Hart gagged.
Holding his throat, like a dastard dude has just tried strangling him, Hart complains, "Dammit, Alek?!"
Smiling, Alek gave Hart's forehead a push, which sent him back on his ass, "Maybe you're not the hot bottom-boy you're cracked up to be?"
Sitting on the floor, coughing, gagging, inhaling, exhaling, clearing his throat, "Um, maybe we could try that again?"
Playing coy, Alek leans on the edge of the buffet, stuffing his slick cock into his briefs, "Sorry. Only one chance per customer!" he laughs, at Hart's `expense'.
Sitting on the floor, legs spread, leaning back on his hands, Hart has some of his own clever wordings, "You've got to be joking. With a monster-cock like that, a guy's got to get used to it?"
Reaching over for Hart's hand, hoisting up the 29-year old exec, the Indonesian mutt now `stood' on his knees.
Boasting of experience, Alek says, "I've had boys sucking me since I was in high school. You, you're beyond that stage. I'm surprised, for a cocksucker, you can't take it?"
Hearing his proud father mention it, Hart reveals, "Aren't you a senior in high school?"
Caught, Alek often felt like ahead of almost every dude in high school, in certain respects, like maturity of mind and anatomy, "Uh, yeah, I graduate this June. Sometimes I forget myself," he flashes a feeling of embarrassment, yet doesn't lose the dominant edge.
Phone ringing, Hart jumps to his feat, apologizing to answer it.
It was Alek's father, which after brief words were exchanged, he hung up, "That was `you know who'," Hart smiles.
"I figured that much. Tell me though, about you and my father. I'm curious to how you rose in the ranks so quickly? Uh," Alek adds, "on your knees, perhaps?"
Forgetting about donuts, Hart walks back to the matter at hand, taking Alek's zipped up cock in one hand, "I'm not done with this yet," he says, looking into Alek's eyes. He hints, about rising up the ranks, "On the knees, you could be onto something there?"
"Uh, great," Alek thought it cool, because they were off to such a good start, "maybe another time, another place!"
He's been there himself, done that, Hart on the up and up, "We have to be secret about this, but I don't really want to pass up on an opportunity," spoken as an exec sealing a deal, Hart bending over, licking the head of Alek's dry shaft, which happened to be an outline through softweave pants.
"Oh man," Alek uses another `Mark-phrase,' "the things I could make you do!"
"I love roleplay," Hart reveals.
"Mm-mm, me too!" Alek drew a picture in his mind of Hart's tastebuds, lapping away.
"Oh, by the way," Hart flexes open the wooden blinds, "your father appointed me to show you around. Looks like we'll be seeing much of each other today?"
Smiling, Alek pins on him, "Lead the way, cocksucker!"
It's a shame he couldn't have at least gotten Alek off, since Hart was feeling like getting a few more spurts of protein this morning!
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Zipping down flights, the elevator making a soft landing, brought Alek and Hart to the main lobby. Bustling with business people, Hart walked close-knitted at Alek's side. There was reason for this, giving Alek the heads up to whomever he knew was a good fucker or expert cocksucker.
"You `do' get around!" Alek says.
"That's the world of big business," Hart informs. "You do someone a favor and they are obliged to give back!"
Sarcastically, Alek says, "My father is no doubt how you come by all this valuable information, Hart?"
Hart just smiled, knowing Alek has found him out.
Like Alek didn't know? Over the past year, Mark had become his friendly nemensis, tearing down the walls built up around a hidden sexuality, role model, whatever a person was called, whom showed another how to work their way into an on-the-go gay relationship, piercing boundaries of the heart, mind, and other parts of the male anatomy.
Like the old man was at first, of Alek, Hart had it in mind, airs of secrecy concerning the boss' son. This surely did require more research!
Alek watches, Hart walking over to the security booth and conferring with the guard, surely it having something to do with a man in his late 20`s, early 30's, standing there with a briefcase, looking around like a lost puppy.
Coming back, Alek asks Hart, "What's up?" he nods to the `crewcut'.
"New man to break in," Hart smiles.
Hopeful, Alek asks, "Is he part of my father's plans for me today?"
"Nah," Hart walks towards the exit doors, "I'll put him on my agenda for tomorrow!"
Alek then inquires, "You're not going to have him stand there all day, are you?"
Stopping, it was what Hart had planned, saying, "I suppose it would be rude?" he cocked one eye, smiling.
Watching, Alek follows Hart, walking across the floor, talking to the `crewcut', then both coming in his direction.
"Alek, this is Adam Hromic."
"I am very glad to met you," Adam says, a hand out to shake, smiling because he knew Hart didn't have the last name spoken correctly.
"Same here," Alek smiles.
As things turn out, Adam monopolizes the conversation, after Hart told the little he knew of Adam, which wasn't much more than a name.
Instructed by Alek's father to leave out certain details, Adam tells the story of coming over from Croatia.
He didn't mention the word, `smuggled'.
He tells of his first job, which Alek's father has instructed him to call, `domestic service', if anyone should ask. Not lying, fibbing, on orders from his knew employer, Adam tells of his experience, waiting hand and foot on his former employer.
Left out of his `history', Adam skips over payment for being smuggled into the country, which was by way of indentured servitude.
He didn't mention of Alek's father playing poker with his former employer and winning his deed', ownership papers', but rather, "Now I'm here to work for your father, though I do not know the job of which I am appointed."
Walking between Adam and Alek, Hart leans on both shoulders with hands, "Oh, I'm sure I can come up with something. I always do!"
Alek got a tap on the shoulder.
Adam didn't!
At first, Alek liked Hart, but now was getting bad vibes. Having a father whom owned the company was advantageous, but Alek didn't want it to seem like he was riding on his father's coattails, so kept quiet, allowing Hart to run his mouth.
Whether Adam knew what was happening, or not, he kept saying, `Okay,' drawing out the last syllable.
Whatever Hart had to say, Adam replied with, `Okay,' which didn't give Alek much clue to anything else.
"Coffee, gentlemen?" Hart already is leading them into the usual coffee pitstop, on 24th St.
"Whatever you're up for?" Alek replies.
Adam, he went with the flow, holding the door for both.
At first, Alek thought what a treasure it would have, a boyfriend such as `Adam.' Though, he notices Hart having designs on the recruit.
Adam, new to being a free man, stands, saying with reserve, "Uh, think I need to use the restroom?"
"Fine by me," Hart answers, thinking how much fun Adam is going to be around the office!
"Yeah, sure," Alek was okay by it.
While away, Hart was altogether different, conniving behind the back, saying slowly and with deliberation, "Oh-h-I can't-wait-till-I get him back to-the office!"
Still trying to fit pieces together, of how Hart aspired to such a high position and the circumstances which made Hart and his father close business associates, yearning to know, put aside differences, reflecting on quality, "I think Adam's a nice guy," Alek sips.
Not long after he left, Adam was back, "I hope I didn't take too long?"
`Not long enough,' Hart thought, hoping to fill Alek in on some preliminaries, like taking Adam up to his office, lock the door, tilt the blinds and if he thought he could get away with it, which was his impression of Adam, get him to strip down, piece by piece.
Beating Hart to the punch, Alek smiles, "Too long, Adam."
They exchanged a short paused glance, which just after, Hart steals away Adam's attention, "Well, you had better sit and have your breakfast. We've got much cover, back at the office."
Inner workings of Hart's brain, the Indonesian had plenty set on Adam's palette, thinking the morning would fly by real quick!
"Same here," Alek put himself in Adam's category, catching up on how his father's business ran the course of a day.
Being obliging, main focus of Adam's life thus far, he suggests, "Well, I see you two are far ahead of me. It would of no imposition to bundle up the pastry and cap the cup, and do take out?"
Alek felt as important as Hart, Adam glancing back and forth, looking for one opinion or another.
Snidely, like he was the most important wheel on the cart, Hart snips, "Cap it!"
Not finished with his coffee, Alek says, "I guess we're capping it."
Sensing it was his job, Adam walks over to the accessory counter, ripping off 3 lids.
Back at the table, Alek places a palm out, Adam taking up the slack, "I've got it," he caps Alek's cup, Hart's, then his own.
"Thanks," Alek smiles.
It made Adam smile. Before Alek's father won him in the poker game, a `thank you' would be an earned royalty!
When they reached the door, Hart was already outside. Though, Alek, inside joke, says, "Hart didn't miss us too much, did he?"
Reminiscing a bit, Adam smiles, watching Hart speaking with a guy, saying, "Brings back old memories!"
"I'm sure there's more to that," Alek knows there's not much time to find out.
"Oh, a whole lot more!"
A few feet from Hart, talking with a dude neither of them met, Alek was a more forward than Adam, "Going to introduce us to your friend, Hart?"
Hart thought he had the shabby looking teen in the palm of his hand, developed a camaraderie, arm over the shoulder and about ready to introduce his new, newly owned buddy, "Oh hi. This is..."
"What the hell you think you're doing, Johnny?"
Alek wanted to smile, Hart being put to shame!
Adam, wanted to do likewise, but more interested in the rough-talker, rather then the stranger under the crook of Hart's arm.
"Deric," this apparent `Johnny', exclaims, informing, "I just met this guy...says he can give us jobs!"
This Deric', a few inches from the conclave of friends and strangers, brushes Hart's arm from the shoulders, "We don't need friends," he grabs Johnny' by the arm.
Little did Alek, nor Hart, neither of the two strangers realize, how the demeanor `Deric' wore, was giving Adam some strange vibrations, which made him remark, entirely off topic, "What a man!"
Alek jokes, "Well, Hart, wait till my father hears about your recruitment blunder, huh?"
It did put Hart to blame and shame, which he tolerated, not lashing out at Alek, for the sole reason being the boss' son, instead kindly remarks, "There's plenty more where that came from!"
What Alek gathered from this, Hart's recruitment program came from those who were weak, or rather runaways who could be bought for menial wages and made-up duties at the firm. Of Adam, an awkward way of working himself into the business, felt sorry for him.
A nice guy, most likely groomed from his `work history', indentured, Adam lusted for the dude dragging away his friend. He knew he shouldn't do this, out of knowing what consequences could befall him, excuses himself, "You're not going to good workers like them get away?"
He said it, like from Hart's point of view, which Hart comments on, "Like, what was that about?"
Full sidewalk of people, on their way to work, Adam could very well disappear into the multitude, Alek says, "Uh, do you think we should let Adam wander off, Hart?"
For once in a long time, Hart felt like he has lost control, being the last one to depart from in front of the coffee shop, "Wait up guys!" he threw a hand in the air, racing down the walk.
It's like this, the light changes, which Deric stops, saying, "Uh, hold on a second, Johnny."
Charging from behind, Adam is both, looking back and ahead. Not seeing the light change, sidewalk traffic backing up, plows right on ahead. Unable to put the brakes on, Adam presses forward and rather than cursing out loud, "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir!"
Alek is witness to the accidental confrontation, "What the hell?" seeing one of the two dirty blond strangers lurch forward.
Last to the scene, Hart remarks, "What's Adam doing?"
Johnny' stood there next to his bud, probably wondering what was going on, some dude hugging' Deric around the middle. As Deric thought something malicious going on between himself and a `promise of a job', in front of the coffee shop, Johnny senses the same, grabbing at Adam's arm, "Get your hands off my friend!"
With an entirely wrong impression, Adam loosens the circular bond, "Oh, I'm sorry. You..." going on firsts here, "belong to him?"
Signature ownership, as he knew it, Adam did do a quick eye-search, looking for the tiny lock attached to a chain around the dude's neck, like he wore, but `Johnny' was wearing a high neck jacket. Still, he felt like he was invading another man's property!
"Cool it, Johnny," the one named `Deric' calls out. Then, turning his head, his scruffy chin almost slapping Adam in the face, "thanks for saving my ass, man."
Well, if Adam hadn't come barging forward, in negligence, Deric's foot might have not tripped off the curb, but who was Adam to tip the scales of fate?
"It was nothing," Adam was in a humble mood, just having the opportunity to help out!
"Nothing?" Alek replies, "I was right behind you, Adam. I saw the whole thing. This guy would have been toast, if you hadn't saved him!"
Hart, still an eye on `Johnny', asks, "Anyone want to fill me in here?"
Too far behind the pileup, Hart seemed to be out of the loop, Alek providing the facts, "Adam, he saved some guy from target practice for a taxi!"
Perhaps Hart lost his edge, but whereas his pushy nature pushed the two dirty blond lads off his turf, Adam's quick action brought them back into the fold, "Like I say," which wasn't that he was the main factor in creation of what could be a horrific scene, "I was only doing what any other guy would have done."
Rather than prolong matters, Alek reaches out, "I'm Alek and this is Adam."
Like avoiding the plague, Hart, "Deric," takes Alek's hand, "and this is Johnny."
Johnny says, "It's John."
"Hi, John," Adam takes John's hand, smiles, "at your service!"
He meant it in many ways, mainly because he didn't want John left out. Though, he almost lusted to be shaking Deric's hand instead. Regardless, he though John to be a cutie!
Hart stood on the outer loop, fake-coughing, in an attempt to gain entry.
Alek did the proper thing, "Oh, by the way," said insignificantly, not with any particular purpose, "this is Hart, one of my father's employees."
It's not exactly the way in which Hart intended on picking' up at least John,' but made sure he had a respectful introduction, adding his own two cents, "I work under his father, second in command."
Deric seemed the more prominent of the two, Alek wondering what kind of designs Hart was conjuring up, for his attention seemed to linger for a long time on the Indonesian!
First impressions, the electricity felt, shaking Deric's hand, made Alek wonder about the real relationship between Deric John. Couldn't have been too personal, Deric a witness as well, for the way Adam and John were casually touching each other. Though, the way Deric was protective of John, with Hart's arm over his shoulder, versus Adam, touching John on the side of his jacket, gently rubbing an oblique, sent some different, friendly vibes.
In turn, it made Alek more relaxed about the strangers, contrasting the man he met earlier this morning. Being the boss' son, he side-sweeps Hart, "Are you from around here, Deric?"
At this point, regardless of however John was bubbling over with his new friendship with Adam, says, like Deric has prompted, "No, we're tourists from out of town."
Right now, Deric wanted to kick himself, having drummed into John, how to throw off suspicion of them being runaways. Though, it out now, he backs up his friend, "Uh, yeah," smartly, since John has already told Hart they are broke, finding out as their sidewalk conversation has told him, "but we're running a little low on our vacation money."
Hart was about to pop the question to Deric as well, conjuring up some kind of job, drawing them both into his web, "I think I might have an answer to your monetary problems."
From Mark, Alek had found out many ways a man's mind could work, when coupled with sex. Again, ignoring Hart, intervenes, "Where are you staying, Deric?"
John blurts out, having seen the sign this morning, "Cavallo Point."
Alek new the luxury hotel, which even though his family was local, his father would `take a vacation' from the household and book a room. It was at this moment, putting two and two together, things Hart has said about his father and all those times his father would say he's planning a trip to Cavallo Point, left room for skepticism, "Wow, you guys must be loaded!"
Alek's comment made Deric frown, like it wasn't in the `package' he put together. John was supposed to play it down, like saying they were staying with a friend, not a swanky hotel in Sausalito, "What John means is, we stayed there one night, because when we flew in, we were one day early and our friends couldn't accommodate us at their apartment one day early." Losing confidence, Deric bit a lip, hoping Alek would buy it.
Staring at Deric, for jabbering-on, John just agrees with every detail, "Yep, that's what I meant to say!"
Alek wondered, if he made John repeat every word Deric said, would the story come out identical?
"Oh, so you're staying with friends?" Adam picks up on the conversation. "That's cool. Are you out sightseeing for the day?"
Hart was getting impatient, "I think we should be heading back to the office."
More dressed like hikers, tee shirts, John in a loose jacket, shorts, Deric in long pants, tank, hoodie tied around his waist, it was apparent the separation between two casual tourists and the three `suits', Deric saying, "Don't let us keep you."
Another blunder, John, more interested in what Adam has to say, "I'd have you put your number in my phone, Adam, but right now I don't have one."
"Likewise, Alek," Deric is a quick thinker, "but we made this a holiday from tech-stuff, so left our phones at the hotel."
Alek smiled, thinking of Deric's royal mistake. Though, Mark had often said, when a guy is doing a coverup, he could often trip over his own details second time through. He could've corrected Deric, staying at a friend's apartment, not Cavallo Point, but didn't see any harm in misplacing the facts, "No problem. I have a card from my father's company," Alek whips out a business card and pen, "and I'll just jot my number down."
"Great idea," John awards Alek. "Can you give me your number on your business card, Adam?"
Well, unique history Adam has, when he was free of his servitude, the one box of stuff he got out of storage contained his cellphone, but the plan had lapsed. Knowing this and not currently employed, drawing a salary and affording a plan, "Uh, you can just call Alek and he'll call me, if that`s okay?"
It's then John gets the wrong impression, "Oh, you and Alek, are boyfriends?"
It made Alek smile, even though he was busy writing.
Put on the spot, Adam replies, "Nah. Just friends."
Helping Adam off the hook, which Alek had no idea, except maybe a spare room at Cavallo Point, where in the hell Adam was staying, "Yeah, we room together. Separate rooms!"
Having gotten farther in conversation, Adam reveals, "Well, Alek, if it's okay with you, John and his buddy were going no where in particular. Your call, but they could follow us back?" Then thinking, that he meant where Alek and he were supposedly shacked-up, "I meant, back to the office."
He liked Adam's plan. Better than risk not connecting later. As Mark had warned, you meet a guy and he's real hot, an excellent cocksucker and then he vanishes, even though he has a callback number, "Sure. I'm the boss' son. I can call the shots!"
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
`ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.