The Bandini Affair 02
Draginacht@aol.com (AKA Jeff)
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read such material must stop now. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive solely for the enjoyment of its adult readers.
Jeff's comments: This second chapter of TBA delves deeply into commercial pornography as seen through Leo's eyes. But it is only for setting up what will happen in future chapters. Yes, there is sex but... I better not say much more or I'll harm the story.
And I want to thank all who have written to offer encouragement. It is much appreciated. And I'll pass on what I told them, my writing schedule is seriously limited so chapters will not appear as often as I would wish. But I assure you, the TBA is virtually complete in my imagination, I only need time to spend at the keyboard. Now, here's Chapter 2.
From the end of Chapter 01
'Okay, here goes.' Leo pressed the "PLAY" button and waited. After a moment's delay, the music started and screen came to life.
Chapter 02
The opening scene appeared to be the front of an airport terminal. The camera panned to a sign over the entrance that read, "Singapore," then it zoomed in on a man exiting one of the doors to the terminal. He carried a briefcase and had a garment bag slung over one shoulder as he walked up to a cab waiting at the curb. He was a handsome man, Caucasian, wearing a light tan suit. What followed were a few quick scenes of the taxi winding its way through the streets and Leo quickly noticed that the cars were driving on the left side of the street. 'Right, former English colony,' Leo remembered. The cab then stopped in front of a large Hotel but the camera avoided catching any name. The man paid the cab fare and walked toward the check-in desk. The next scene showed the man hailing another cab. Then there were brief scenes of the man in meetings with other men, at lunch, then in more meetings. All of these preliminary scenes happened quickly, no more than three minutes into the video, and were obviously intended to convey the impression that the man was on a business trip. Finally the man was back at his hotel waiting for the elevator.
Rather than watch the surface of stainless steel elevator doors, the man turned around and observed a boy, maybe young man, bent over shining shoes at one of two shoeshine chairs against the opposite wall. The camera zoomed in on the boy's rounded, bubble butt shaking in reaction to his hands and arms working on the shoes of the man in the chair. The seam of the boy's pants did a great job of accentuating the crevice his of ass.
The camera shot caught a wicked smile on the man's face. "Something for tomorrows To Do list," he said quietly to himself before turning and stepping into the elevator.
The next scene showed the shoeshine boy on the subway. He looked tired and dejected. Leo recognized him as one of the two young men on the cover of the CD. The young man had a definite Asian look to him but his skin seemed too brown to be Chinese or Japanese, Philippine, perhaps. Leo felt drawn to the young man, either because of his short stature or his Asian appearance. The camera followed the boy off the subway, up the steps to street level, down the street and up the stairs of a dingy apartment building. He opened the door and walked into the small, one-room apartment.
"Shen, Sweetheart, you're home!" Leo cringed at hearing the other young man use the term 'sweetheart' but he recognized the actor speaking as the other young man on the cover of the CD. Now he had a name, Shen. "Any luck," the second young man asked as he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Shen. They kissed on the lips.
'Whoa!' Leo thought. 'Never seen two guys do that before. Never really thought about it. Humm...' The more he watched, the more excitement he felt.
"No," Shen sighed dejectedly and looking disappointed. "Maybe tomorrow be better."
"Yes, I'm sure tomorrow will be better," Shen's friend said as he began lifting Shen's shirt up and over his head. "Come my Burma beauty, let me cheer you up. I don't have to be at work for two more hours." Leo identified the youth's accent as British.
"Oh... oh, Nigel," Shen moaned as Nigel nibbled on his left nipple. "You so good to me," Shen gasped again. Leo now had the names of both characters and his excitement was growing. Nipple nibbling?
In the next scene both young men were lying on the bed kissing, their rampant cocks rubbing together. Nigel quickly spun around so that they were in the sixty-nine position. Sounds of sucking and moaning came from the speaker below the monitor. Leo wasn't sure what to think as he watched two aroused cocks being consumed by two eager mouths. Then the two young men were back kissing again, their glistening cocks rubbing against each other, trapped between two very firm, flat bellies. The music tempo increased along with the moaning. The camera focused on the two cocks making love to each other. Just as the music reached a crescendo the cameras zoomed in on the cock heads. A milky white liquid suddenly shot from the slit of both erect penises simultaneously and both young men expressed their satisfaction with loud, prolonged "Ah-h-h-h's."
"Oh, oh, oh," Leo groaned as he frantically grabbed for his zipper. Fortunately his hand was already resting over his erection so he found it immediately, unzipped his pants, yanked down the waistband of his briefs and freed his painful erection. Instantly a ribbon of cum arched high in the air and splattered on the floor.
"Ahh," Leo gasped again and again as wave after wave of a powerful orgasm gripped his body. Moments later he collapsed back against the seat, sweat dripping from his brow.
"Shit, I've made a mess." Leo instinctively reached for the facial tissue. Then he glanced back at the screen in time to see Nigel slurp the seminal mixture into his mouth then share it in a kiss with Shen. The boys made a point of keeping their mouths open to display the sticky substance clinging to their lips and tongues.
Leo didn't quite know what to think, how to react. What he saw was shocking, yet exciting. He looked away from the monitor while he used the tissue to clean his cum from his dick, then tossed the soaked tissue into the wastebasket. 'The tissue, the wastebasket, the sticky... shit, I'm stepping in somebody else's cum! How gross!' But then, 'Well, now someone's gonna be stepping in my cum.' He chuckled to himself at the irony and looked back up at the monitor.
The scene was back at the shoeshine stand and a customer was stepping down from the chair. Leo assumed that this was supposed to be the next day. The man handed some money to Shen while acting as though the boy didn't even exist, and walked away. Shen accepted the money, placed it in his pocket, and leaned back against the wall to wait for another customer.
Almost immediately the well-dressed gentleman from the previous day approached and asked for a shine. Shen flashed his broad smile, which Leo thought was very attractive, and invited the man to step up on the platform and take a chair. While Shen cleaned the man's shoes, the camera caught him glancing up at the man's crotch. The camera zoomed into the man's groin where his ample equipment was clearly outlined in his light tan slacks. In shot after shot Shen glanced up at the man's groin, the camera zoomed in on the man's equipment (which was obviously growing), and then back to Shen. Finally Shen looked up at his customer's package, then up at his customer. He'd been caught; the man was smiling back at him - suggestively. Shen smiled back just as suggestively and a connection had been made. The shoeshine was soon ended and Shen stood up to wait for his customer to step down. The man reached into the pocket of his suit coat, withdrew a business card and wrote "2424" on the back. Then he wrapped the card in several Singapore bills, with another suggestive smile, handed it to Shen. The man walked directly to an open elevator, stepped in, turned and smiled at Shen again as the doors closed. Shen immediately placed his shoeshine supplies in a box and walked away from the chairs.
The next scene showed Shen talking on the phone. He hung up and was seen entering an elevator. In the next scene, he stood before a hotel room door with the number "2424" on it. He knocked. The door opened and Shen smiled up into the face of his last customer, who was now wearing a white, terrycloth robe.
"Please come in. I hoped you'd come," the man said. Shen stepped through the door into a hallway. The door closed automatically and the man reached out and turned the lock. Shen followed the man down the hall, past the bathroom and into a large suit. The man stopped, turned around and slowly scanned Shen from top to bottom and back again. Shen was doing the same thing.
"My name's Rick, what's yours?" Rick smiled and extended his hand.
"My name Shen," he replied softly, almost bashfully as he took hold of Rick's hand and shook it once before releasing it. Leo was puzzled by the formality of the situation but chalked it up to local custom or bad direction. He hadn't yet learned to not be so analytical or critical of porn movies.
Without saying another word, Rick stepped forward, cautiously leaned over and offered his lips to Shen. The young man tilted his head back slightly in a clear welcoming gesture and their lips met. Soon their arms wrapped around each other and they kissed for several more seconds. Rick lifted Shen off the floor and when the kiss was finished he lowered him back to his feet. Rick sat in a chair and pulled Shen toward him.
"Let me look at you," Rick requested. "You're a beautiful young man." Rick smiled as he reached out and began unbuttoning Shen's shirt. "What lovely, smooth skin you have, too." At that moment Rick's knees parted wide allowing his robe to fall open The camera zoomed in on a quite hefty sex tool, long and thick, and uncut. It wasn't completely hard but well on its way. Leo wondered just how long it was. Rick was sitting on the front edge of the chair and his large testicles hung down invitingly against the background of the white robe.
Shen smiled his approval as he stood quietly, allowing Rick to remove each article of clothing. Rick neatly folded Shen's shirt and placed it on a table. Then he leaned forward and took Shen's erect, left nipple between his lips. Shen moaned. Rick moved to Shen's right nipple and repeated the action. Intrigued, Leo touched his left nipple and found it erect - and quite sensitive. He'd never noticed that before. Over the next few minutes Rick explored Shen's body with his lips and tongue, then moved them to the bed; only the bottom sheet was there. Leo was breathing deeply again.
The kissing soon transitioned to sucking as Shen took Rick's member into his mouth. Leo gulped at the sight. And then his eyes opened wide with amazement, as Shen didn't stop at Rick's head. Leo watched with astonishment as inch after inch of Rick's cock disappeared into Shen's mouth.
'That's not possible! Where's he putting that thing!' Leo thought. Just then the camera zoomed in on Shen's neck and showed it expand slightly as Rick's cock slid deep inside and then shrank as Shen pulled back. Once, twice, three times and more, Leo watched, holding his breath. 'That can't be! How does he breathe?' Leo swallowed and breathed irregularly in sympathy to what he saw Shen doing. Before Leo could reach any kind of understanding, Shen pulled off Rick's tool.
Leo's next shock came when Shen quickly moved to the center of the bed, placed his head down on his folded arms and lifted his butt in the air. Rick's tongue licked the length of the crevice between Shen's bubble buns. Spreading those buns with his fingers, Rick attacked Shen's pucker with vigor. Leo couldn't believe what he was seeing. 'Oh! Gross!' he thought. 'Nobody does that!' After a few minutes, Rick was massaging some lube into Shen's hole to the accompaniment of soft, pleasurable moans from the recipient.
Without delay Rick was on his back and Shin was perched above, straddling Rick's hips. Here's where the camera angle was used to create an effect. Positioned beyond Rick's feet and pointed back between his knees, the lens exaggerated the length and thickness of Rick's cock. Shen was positioned just above it.
Leo watched again in amazement. He was curious to know just how big Rick's cock really was but he had nothing of known size with which to compare. It was certainly much longer and thicker than Shen's... or his.
Shen lowered his butt onto the head of Rick's cock. For Leo, this was even more than beyond belief. He watched as Shen's ass opened and swallowed the meaty head of Rick's tool. The process caused Leo to think of a galactic ameba swallowing an interstellar space worm. 'Where did that idea come from,' he wondered.
Slowly and smoothly, Shen's hole devoured the invading worm until it was totally gone. The camera caught expressions of intense pleasure on both men's faces, obviously done for the viewer's benefit.
Leo was squirming in his seat. 'How gross! That has to hurt like the dickens,' he thought. 'And where does it go; there can't be room for all of that in there,' Leo wondered. All the time his own prick had regained it stiffness and was beginning to leak onto his fingers, which were wrapped firmly and securely around it. In the next few minutes Shen and Rick performed anal intercourse in a variety of positions, all of which Leo, who considered himself a religious man, found strangely erotic.
Finally, with Shen on his back and Rick on top, the camera caught Shen's prick squirting its milky juice out onto his abdomen. Seconds later, or so it seemed, Rick withdrew from Shen's body, stripped off the condom and, after a couple of strokes, added his own fluid to the young man's abdomen.
Leo was shocked by what he saw. It didn't occur to him that it was all an act for the camera. Shen and Rick's almost simultaneous ejaculations were the benefit of a film editor but that fact was lost to Leo's imagination. Leo was close to a second ejaculation but it subsided when the action between Shen and Rick cooled down.
"You hungry?" Rick asked. Shen smiled sheepishly and nodded 'Yes.' Rick smiled, picked up the phone and ordered a meal from Room Service. Then the two men took a shower, each washing the other carefully. After drying each other, they donned the terrycloth robes. Shen appeared like a clown, with the sleeves rolled up in big cuffs and the bottom almost touching the floor. There was a knock at the door.
"Oh good, dinner's here," Rick said as he walked to answer the knock. When Rick opened the door, Leo immediately recognized Nigel pushing a cart into the room.
"Thank you, young man, that will be all," Rick said as if trying to get rid of Nigel. He also offered Nigel a roll of bills, a tip to get him out of there.
"Oh, no thank you, Sir, I must set up the meal. That is my job." Nigel wheeled the cart down the hall and parked it next to the dining table. He looked at Shen, who was sitting on the sofa, and winked. Shen smiled.
Rick sat down next to Shen and cuddled while waiting for Nigel to finish. Nigel was in no hurry and kept leaning over the table to place the food and plates. That placed his butt directly in line with Rick's eyeballs.
"You like?" Shen asked as he snuggled close to Rick.
"Nice," came Rick's reply.
"You like maybe he play with us?"
"You think he might?" Rick's tone of voice projected his certain interest. "You know him?"
"Yes, I know. I ask." Shen's command of English wasn't all that great but it got the job done. He arose from the sofa, approached Nigel, and whispered in his ear. Nigel straightened up, turned to look at Rick, and whispered something to Shen.
"He say he join but we eat first," Shen advised Rick.
"Then let's eat!" Rick said excitedly. Rick kept offering morsels of food to Nigel but he declined. When Rick and Shen had eaten, Nigel cleared the table, wheeled the cart from the room and parked it in a storage area down the hall. He was back in a flash.
Rick and Shen were waiting, sans clothing. They took special care in removing Nigel's uniform, folding each article and placing them on the credenza. After some three-way kissing and fondling, the three got down to business. First they placed Shen face up on the coffee table. Rick lifted Shen's legs and entered his anal orifice while Nigel moved to the other side of the table and entered Shen's oral orifice. They pumped Shen for a few minutes before switching to another position. By the time they finished they had demonstrated just about every conceivable three-way sex position possible. The final sex scene had all three shooting their loads all over Rick's tight torso and then they wallowed in it while kissing each other. The movie closed by showing Rick walking back into the airport terminal, Nigel in his busboy uniform wheeling a dinner cart down a hallway, and Shen bent over shining shoes, his butt wiggling suggestively in the air. The music stopped and the monitor went blank.
Leo sat motionless for several seconds. He reached out and pulled some tissue from the box to clean his second load of cum from his dick and hand. He felt drained, exhausted. After tossing the cum-soaked tissue into the wastebasket he zipped up his pants, struggled to his feet and exited through the curtain. The lights seemed so bright and several seconds passed before his eyes adjusted. Getting his bearings, Leo began walking toward the front of the shop. The closer to the door he got, the faster he walked. He wanted desperately to get out of that place.
Out on the sidewalk, Leo continued walking at a fast pace, sucking in as much fresh air as he could. The stench of that little booth seemed stuck in his nostrils. He breathed deep and kept on walking. When he finally slowed and looked around he noticed that he was close to his hotel. He was walking down a narrow street beside a canal and his hotel was on the other side of the canal and across the wide street. He noticed an arching footbridge spanning the canal and walked toward it. Upon reaching the top of the arch, he stopped, leaned on the handrail, and peered down into the dark water of the canal.
'What have I done!?' Leo thought to himself. He was embarrassed. His hands began to shake. He felt great shame. He'd committed a sin - he just knew it. He realized he was breathing heavily and knew he needed to stop before he hyperventilated. He closed his eyes and focused on slowing his breathing while trying to erase the images that kept banging around in his head. He heard his stomach growl and realized he hadn't eaten for several hours. Hell, he couldn't remember his last real meal - it was on the airplane - and he was definitely hungry. Straightening up and looking around, he considered going to the hotel restaurant - it would have food. Then he checked his wristwatch and saw that it was almost 5:30, or in Amsterdam time, 1730. He just happened to look to his right and saw a small restaurant overlooking the canal. It had a friendly look to it so he decided to check it out.
Leo walked up the steps, opened the door and walked inside. He was met by a young man of perhaps 19 years.
"May I help you, Sir?" the young man asked in heavily accented English.
"I... Are you open?" Leo asked. He seemed to be the only customer in the place.
"Yes, Sir." The young man smiled. May I show you to a table, or perhaps you would like a booth near the window?"
Leo scanned the room. "The window booth, please." It offered a pleasant view of the canal and the street where he could watch people walking past. The waiter escorted Leo to the booth and when he was seated handed him a menu. Leo took the menu in his hands, which had stopped shaking, looked at the menu and was perplexed. It was printed in what he assumed was Dutch, with smaller print in French. At lease he recognized the French.
"Can you recommend something, please," Leo asked as he looked up at the waiter.
"Oh, yessir." The waiter moved closer and pointed to several items, explaining each. Leo could feel the heat radiating from the young man and he caught himself staring at the man's crotch and wondering what was hidden behind the fabric. Quickly he glanced back at the menu, realizing he hadn't heard a thing the young man had said. Then he looked up and realized how handsome the youth was.
"Do you have something that's made with chicken?" he asked, hoping to direct attention away from his lack of attention.
"Yessir," the youth replied as he started to point at the menu again. Leo cut him off.
"Just bring it, please."
The youth withdrew his hand, smiled and asked, "Would you like some wine, Sir?"
"White, please," Leo answered without hesitation. The youth smiled again, knowingly. He was accustomed to Americans ordering by color rather than by any reference to the type of grape. Leo caught himself staring at the youth's ass as he turned and walked away. It was a nice one.
'Oh, God, what am I doing?" Leo took a deep breath and stared out the window for just a moment. His attention was drawn back inside the restaurant when the waiter sat a glass of white wine and a basket of bread in front of him. Leo couldn't seem to move fast enough. He almost dived at the bread in a panic but then calmed down when he realized how he must appear to anyone who might be watching. No one was. He tore off a bite of bread and chewed it, then washed it down with a sip of wine. The charming taste of the wine surprised him and he took another sip. With a bite of bread and a sip of wine, Leo passed the time watching the people, cars, and trams in the street. By the time the young waiter placed his food in front of him, Leo felt fully recovered from his afternoon adventure. His escapade had passed from his thoughts - or so he thought. A few diners had entered the restaurant and the activity was increasing.
His appetite sated, Leo walked out of the restaurant feeling good again. He crossed the footbridge over the canal and managed to cross the busy street without getting run over. Once inside the hotel, he went straight to his room, closed the door behind him and let out a sigh of relief. The first thing he did was take a shower - he felt dirty. Next he took a 3mg tablet of melatonin that a pilot friend had told him to take to help with jet lag. Then he sat down, removed the list of questions for tomorrow's interview and began going over them. Almost immediately, Leo realized that wasn't going to work, he was too tired, couldn't keep his eyes open.
'Oh well, I'll get up early and go over this stuff,' he thought. 'The guy won't be here until 10:00... or is it 9:00?' A very exhausted Leo Carlsen slipped between the sheets and was asleep in a nanosecond.
(To be continued)