After the shower, facial, mud bath, a second shower, and back massage, Clair, the woman assigned to Eric got to the real work. "Tell me, when was your last haircut?" she asked a still nervous Eric. "Ummmmm... February." Eric was embarrassed. "So nine months. How short did you cut it back in February." "I had my head shaved." "So you are not really enamored with long hair." "Not really... I don't really care." "Then you will trust me to do anything I want with it," Clair said hoping for a yes. "Go ahead... it's just hair." "Good... now close your eyes and don't peak until I tell you to," Clair said as she began to work with the mountain of hair. *************************************************************** After the back massage and before his haircut, Jeremy, holding the hot wax, faced David. "So do you want to be a bear or a cub?" "What?" David asked nervously. "I'm going to clean up your chest hair so tell me do you want most of it or less?" "I don't know... what you think Nate would want?" "Well I asked him and he was most unhelpful. He said he would take you either way." "Dang... you're right... not helpful," David agreed. "Will you take a risk and trust me?" Seeing as this was a way to apologize for his earlier comments David nodded his head. He later regretted it. The hot wax being applied was not bad but when Jeremy pulled the strip away he felt as if his skin was being ripped off. "Hurts... don't it. Even worse than fucking." "Yeah..." David said before he knew what he was agreeing to. "Now this is very interesting... Davy boy is a bottom." Jeremy grinned. "I guess that means you are more bent than I am." "I'm not a bottom!" David defended himself. "OK... you're Ver-sa-tile," Jeremy said in disbelief. "I thought..." "You thought that because I talk with a lisp that I had to be a big nelly bottom. I'm a raunchy power top... thank you very much." "Sorry... I assumed..." "Yeah, I know what you think... just the same thing everyone else thinks but I tell you it is a good thing I a top or else my boyfriend would not be with me." "What's he like?" David asked, curious. "He was a lot like you... cute, hairy, and hiding in his jock identity." "Now..." David said nervously as he braced himself for another yank of his chest hair. "He is a hunkier version of me!" Jeremy said with pride. "Flaming?" David was afraid to ask. "Oh yes but while I wear pastel, he is into lycra... shows off all those sexy muscles of his." If anything scared David more than pastels it was lycra. Such a tight outfit seemed to be entrapping. "Does that happen to all the guys you date." "No... just Jeff. What choice did he have? It was a join me or leave me situation. Luckily for me he embraced his inner camp." "So do you think he is the one?" "For now he is the only one willing to be with me. We will just have to see how things work out," Jeremy joked. "I hope it works out," David said before Jeremy yanked more hair out. "So are you and Nathan serious?" "I am... and I'm sure he is as well. Dating him has been a dream of mine for years." "High school romance." "Yeah..." David admitted, glad that Jeremy delayed pulling out more hair. "You are lucky you can do that. Most gay teenagers don't get to ever date their high school crush. They are either too afraid of being found out or that the other guy is straight" "Yeah I am lucky... I just have to keep the girls away from him." "Why... is Nathan not really gay or is he just confused." "No... he thinks he is really bi." "He's young... I bet he eventually settles down for one or the other." "That is what I'm afraid of... what if he decides he's really straight." "My solution for that is keep on letting him fuck you till he is hooked." "Well, that's just it... I've not let him fuck me yet." "Why... you did say you were versatile." "Yeah, but I let another guy pop my cherry." "Ohhhhh... so you have an open relationship," Jeremy said a little disappointed. He also picked that time to go back to pulling out hair. "It's not like that... just one guy." "That's how it starts, you let one extra guy in and then you are letting in more." "No... Philip is our best friend." "Both you and Nathan?" "Yeah... he was the guy who first made a move on Nate." "Oh... so Philip is like Nathan's ex?" "Yes, but he's more of a friend now." "Well, if everyone sees it like that..." Jeremy said uncertain. "We do... I feel no jealousy between us... it's weird really." "That's because no threesome can last forever." "I don't want to lose him as a friend." "Yes, but one day he will need to find someone who can be more than a friend. The sex might be great but he still has emotional needs." "Yeah... you're right. Hope it does not happen soon... I enjoy having him around." "He fucked you real good?" Jeremy chuckled before another yank. "Ouch... I'm not going to answer that." "Ok... be a baby then," Jeremy pouted. "There I'm done... take a look cubby!" David went to the mirror and looked at his chest the large patch of hair that had been around his abs and belly button were gone leaving only the hair on his chest. David had to admit he liked the look, made his abs stick out more and gave his waist a more trim appearance. "Now get back down on the table and I will get to work on your chest." "You are not going to yank it all off," David said worried. "No silly... just going to trim it a little," Jeremy smiled as he took out a trimmer. *************************************************************** "So what do you think?" Clair finally said when she was done with Eric's hair. Eric opened his eyes slowly, almost afraid of what he would look like and what he saw amazed him. Instead of the tangled mass of hair it was cut short in small curls with the tips highlighted blond. He shook his head to see if just moving would mess it up but the gel Clair used kept it all in place. It looked nice... He could at least see his face. "It's ok," Eric tried to say in an indifferent tone but he could not hide the growing smile on his face. "You love it," Clair said as she patted him on the check. "So what do I do now?" "You wait for our dress consultant to take you to our store next door." "I'm getting new clothes?" Eric said surprised still in his bathrobe. "You are getting the full treatment." "Ok... Eric said feeling the knots build in his stomach again. He just knew that whatever fashion expert they sent over would make fun of his dirty flannel shirts. He was led from the salon where everyone else was still getting their hair done and taken to the men's store two doors down. "Hello Eric... I'm Jeff Dower. I'm going to bring new life to your wardrobe." "But how am I going to afford it." "Don't worry... Robert has an account with us and has agreed to let you use it." "Ok..." Eric said nervous... not sure if he could accept all this generosity. "Tell me what clothes do you wear?" Jeff asked as he guided Eric to a comfy seat. "Anything hanging around," Eric replied. "Well, here we believe the clothes make the man. You dress well, you feel well. So tell me, what are your favorite colors." "Black..." "Any others?" "More black," Eric replied. "Let's see if we can expand on that. You do know you have great blue eyes." "They are nothing special." "That's cause you don't wear the right clothes to go with them." "Clothes are just clothes. Only snobs care about what they were." "We'll see... now you might not like what I give you, but I just want you to try them on away way." "Ok..." Eric said nervously. *************************************************************** David was surprised when he saw his face in the mirror. Jeremy had taken off more hair than he had expected... a lot more. It gave him a cross between a European and military look having less than a quarter of an inch of hair left. His jaw looked stronger, his face narrower and in some ways more mature. "So what do you think?" Jeremy smiled, seeing the expression on David's face. "It's different... I'll give you that." "Glad you like it... now I want you to come over here once every two weeks for maintenance for both your chest and head. Don't worry about money for the first three times... it is all part of the package," Jeremy said as he offered his hand. "Ok thanks," David said as he took Jeremy's hand. "There is just now one more thing I have to do." "What's that?" "See if your boyfriend approves." Jeremy grinned. *************************************************************** David was led from the spa over to the men's store where Nathan, Philip, and Eric waited. Eric was now dressed in a powder blue collard shirt that brought out his eyes, kaki pants, and dark brown socks and a pair of shiny new loafers. "Looking good!" David smiled as he came in, still in his bathrobe. "Thanks..." Eric blushed. "Now it's your turn, David," a very familiar voice came from the back room. Out came Robert holding fabric samples in his hands. Besides being Josh's law firm's public relations officer he was also their dress consultant. "It's time to get you to look innocent." "But I am innocent." "Yes... but you also have to look it. It would be very bad if you came into the court wearing a red suit the same day the prosecutors show the jury the autopsy photos. "I get your point," David agreed. "So what colors should I wear?" "Well... Robert said as he took out some fabrics. I was thinking of a navy blue, pin-striped suit, white shirt, and a yellow tie. The blue is a very neutral color but the yellow tie will make sure you don't become invisible to the jury. We want the jury to know that a real person is standing there." "Ok..." David nodded. "Good, Jeff, can you show David the outfits I picked out, it's time for me to get to work on my 'son' and his friend," Robert said as he winked at Nathan and triggering a look of surprise from Jeff. "Son?" Philip whispered into Nathan's ear, confused. "Yep," Nathan whispered back. Once Jeff and David were gone and Eric had gone to try on a different outfit, Robert hurried over and lifted Nathan out of his seat. "You know that was the first time I referred to you as my son outside of our family." "I know." "I really enjoyed the look of surprise on Jeff's face." "Yeah... so did I," Nathan agreed. "So what did you think of David's new look." "It's definitely stylish." Nathan smiled. "Yeah... I would have ask Jeremy to give him a more 'humble' haircut, but I know how long he has been looking forward to doing David." "Yep... I hope he was not too much for David." "I was more afraid that David would be too much for Jeremy. You will also get a surprise the next time you see David without his shirt." "Why?" "Jeremy waxed him." "He did... ouch!" "Yeah, but don't worry, he mostly just got rid of all that hair on his belly. He just trimmed the stuff on David's chest. Jeremy was thinking of dyeing all of David' body hair to a light brown but he thought that would be a little too much on a first trip." "I like black hair," Nathan replied. "I liked it when I had black hair," Robert said as he let his hands go through his now salt and pepper hair." "You looked distinguished," Josh said as he came into the room. "Hey dad... I thought you and Robert were not coming here." "After a little 'exercise', we decided we need some fresh air. How many times do you get to see your boys get spiffed up?" "But it's not even Christmas or anyone's birthday," Nathan said. "I know, but considering all the stress we have all been under, I think we could splurge a little. "What about Greg and Scott." "Oh they're here too, except they decided to get the couple's treatment." "Romantic... isn't it." Robert grinned as he wrapped and arm around Josh. "Now if you don't mind, it's time for Jeremy to get to work on the two of us with the deluxe treatment. By the time we get back, some of the "special stuff" will be here." "Ok... bye dads." Nathan waved goodbye. "Oh man, you are lucky... you have the cool dad in Robert and the loving father in your real dad," Philip said as the two men left. "Yes... I'm very lucky," Nathan agreed. "So what is the "special stuff"?" Philip asked curious. "Well, you know those special jockstraps I have." "Yeah?" Philip grinned. The idea of seeing Nathan in one of them was getting him hard. "Well, Robert has them tailor made...so they are..." "A perfect fit?" Philip asked. "You have seen the effect." "Yes I have. I don't know why you wear those silly boxers when you have plenty of sexy underwear." "Think about it... what would the other guys think if I undressed wearing a bright colored jock." "I think you would find out who is really gay and straight." Philip smiled. All this underwear talk had definitely given him a woody. "So that is who is coming... Robert's underwear tailor." "You think we are going to get fitted as well?" "Knowing dad... I'm sure of it." "Dang... I can see how this can get confusing... you having two dads. For a second I thought you were talking about your real dad Josh... I can't see him having a real underwear fetish." "How about I refer to my real dad as dad and Robert as pop." "Works for me." Philip smiled as his eyed one of the dressing rooms. It will be a while before your dad and pop get back. How about we do a little fitting of our own while we wait," Philip said as he began to guide Nathan to one of the dressing rooms. "What have you in mind," Nathan chuckled, guessing where Philip was leading them. "How about we see how well our cocks fit into each other's mouths." "We've done that before." "I know but as we are about to get new clothes it wouldn't hurt to get re-measured again." "You're incorrigible," Nathan said as he willingly let himself follow Philip into the dressing room. "And you make me plain horny." Philip grinned as he untied the belts of both of their bathrobes. *************************************************************** After their mud baths and facials, Robert and Josh were led into a more medical setting. It had taken a lot of fast talking, but Josh finally agreed to them both getting botox treatments. Robert also asked Josh to dye his hair to the rich brown color it had used to be. In return Robert had to give up the idea of liposuction and hormone therapy as well as agreeing not to dye his hair black... at least the hair on his head. With the wrinkles around his forehead and eyes numbed away, Robert left so that Josh could have his turn. This was his chance to get some of his body hair dyed. As it was not the gray on his head, Robert did not feel it was cheating. Jeremy, who was in on it, led Robert to a private room and began giving him the same wax treatment he had given David but unlike David, Robert enjoyed it as he felt himself becoming younger with each pull. When Jeremy finished, he took out the clippers and shaved Robert's armpits cleaning out the gray hair growing there. He also cut short Robert's mat of gray chest hair. Finished with the clippers, Jeremy took out a dark hair dye and began working it into the now short hair, returning it to its old black color. After letting it set for a while, Robert washed the excess off in the nearby shower. With the loss of 35 pounds of fat and the gain of ten pounds of muscle, the loss of the wrinkles around his forehead and eyes, and now the dye job, Robert was impressed by his appearance. He almost looked as hot as he had when he was 34 and just dating Josh. His abs were coming back and with the hair gone they stood out even more. Now that his chest hair was black again and no longer looked like a tangled mass, he could see that his pecs were retuning to top shape as well. Robert felt almost egotistical to admit it, but he could now pass off as an underwear model. After he got his business suit model haircut, he would not feel like such an ugly duck next to Josh. Robert was a little disappointed that unlike Josh, he had let himself slip. Josh looked mature but a very hot mature man... the type you saw in exercise equipment commercials of the 40-year-old muscle bound guy. Andrew had responded to Josh's extraordinary youthful and muscular appearance by getting a ridicules dye job that made his head look like a lit up flashlight. It might have also been the thing that drove Andrew to the guy where Robert knew Andrew got involved with other guys. That was a problem... how do you feel secure when you don't feel you deserve the guy who loves you. Robert knew that Josh loved him more than anyone else besides his son. Robert felt the same way but he also knew that if he had not stuck around while Josh was with Andrew, the two of them would have never gotten back together. Yes, it might have been their destiny to be together. Andrew might have been an accident but did that mean that what Robert and Josh did was right? Out of the three of them Andrew had been the victim. He had to deal with being second place. Andrew had known this even before he married Josh, but still when he offered Andrew the wedding ring he took it gladly. So part of the blame was Andrew's but most of it rested with Robert himself. Why oh why did he turn down Josh's wedding ring when he first offered it. Yes, he had been infected with an antibiotic resistant strain of syphilis with no assurance that he would be cured. Yes, it had been his own fault because he had tried to keep Josh and his tricks at the same time. Yes, he had felt like a piece of dirt, but Josh had been willing to put that all aside and stay with him. It hurt Robert to think about all the years wasted... all the times he could have woken up with Josh's arms wrapped around his body, his head resting on his chest... the time lost of not being able to call Nathan his son, the boy he had wanted so much as a son since first seeing him 13 years ago during Thanksgiving... all the extra years of being an orphan when he could have had the family he always wanted. So yes... Robert had to admit, he was trying to recapture his youth, claim back the lost years as a lover and father. This led to a new feeling... a new desire to be a grandfather. Nathan was just 17 and looked like was destined to be David's but Robert hoped that Nathan would be able to have children of his own, be it adoption or with a surrogate mother. Robert, now that he had a family, could not let it die with the present generation. He wanted to become an ancestor. He wanted the family to talk about him and Josh for generations to come and after both he and Josh passed away, they could wait in their own little space in heaven to welcome their ever growing family. This led to Robert thinking just for a second about him finding a surrogate mother to have his own child but being already 48 meant he would be 66 by the time his child would leave home for college. Robert was not sure if he would live that long first of all. Second, would he and Josh have the energy to raise such a child? No... all of Robert's hopes had to rest with Nathan and David. That did not mean he was unhappy that they were gay. He felt closer to them because of it actually... a gay father raising gay sons. God help him if he had ended up raising a lesbian daughter. "Come out, Robert, or all that water will give you your wrinkles back," Jeremy's voice came from the other side of the shower curtains. "Ok..." Robert called back. The good thing about showers is that no one can tell when you are crying.
Well folks the first book sales report is due next month so if you want to get a copy of The Centurion or The Academy, now is the best time to do it if we're going to impress the publisher. So far we're one of their top sellers of erotic fiction on Amazon so things are looking up. Right now working on making the novel, Sons of Mir, polished enough to get published which is why I haven't posted the book online on Nifty, since I wouldn't be able to take it down. It is however still posted on the yahoo group for any fan of gay scifi to read until if and when a book contract is offered for it. It's a rough version titled Children of Mir, the up-to-date version is about 110 pages longer so far with 50% new material. Also on the yahoo group you'll find the first half of Underline the Verb... the sequel to CTN. Take care and I hope you continue enjoying the series.
JMH trandar2002@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/adultwritingworkshop/