Hey guys here is part 12. I know it has been a really long time and I apologize I hope you like it.
If you are not of legal age in your area or do not like gay sex I suggest you leave. If you do like gay sex and are of legal age by all means read on. By the way this is NOT intended to be a quick jerk off story sorry to dissappoint you. Other than that ENJOY!
"I graduated today. This last year in California has totally changed my perception of life. I often look back and wonder if my time with Brendan was real or was it all just one long satisfying dream. All my friends try to keep me from dwelling on him, but I know he's watching over me and..."
"Ring, ring," went my phone interrupting my conversation with my shrink. It was Colleen.
"I am almost done here," I told her, "I'll be there by five, I promise. Bye."
"Going to a graduation party?" asked Dr. Reswick, my psychiatrist.
"Yeah, everyone's gonna be there so naturally I have to go," I explained.
"Naturally," smiled Dr. Reswick, "Well, Alex I think we are finished for today. Shall we go for the same time next week?"
"Yeah," I answered, "Hey Doc?"
"Yes," he chuckled.
"What's your diagnosis of me?"
"Well, I think you have handled your grief well and are dealing with life almost as you were before. These sessions are becoming less and less of a grief counseling session and more of a discussion of your life. That's a good thing."
"Thanks Doc. Hey I have one more question, but its kinda personal."
"Shoot."
"How come you're not married?"
"Huh?"
"Well I mean, you're 35, have a nice body, have lots of money, and are a great guy. Guys like you could have anyone they wanted. So why don't you have someone?"
"Alex, the person I want I can't have."
"Why do you say that?"
"I say that because I don't get involved with patients."
"Oh."
"I mean if it was under different circumstances I think I could even want to spend the rest of my life with this person, but the way things are it just isn't possible."
"Hey, well I hope it works out for you Doc."
"Thank you Alex. Now go to your party before I bill you for extra time."
I walked out of Dr. Reswick's office feeling completely refreshed and ready to face the world again, a feeling that was happily coming back to me more and more frequently. I climbed into the X5 and decided to go car shopping. I drove to the Williams Mercedes-Benz dealership and got out. It was a lovely day outside and I felt the warm sun shining down on my as I perused the lot.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" asked a salesman approaching me.
"Yes, actually I am looking for the new CL600," I answered.
"You know that they start at $125,000.00, and we only have three," he replied leading me into the showroom where they were parked next to each other under three huge spotlights, "The blue one is bottom of the barrel, the red is middle of the road, and the black one pulls out all the stops."
"How much is the black one?" I asked.
"$235,628.12, when all is said and done," he answered hesitantly.
"Hmmmmm..." I replied making him nervous, "I'll take it."
"Don't you want to test drive it?" he asked in disbelief. I shook my head no, "How would you like to pay for this?"
"Have it electronically transferred," I replied.
"Very good then," he answered, "If you'll follow me, we can get the ball rolling."
I followed him to his office and began filling out the forms, while he got Chase Manhattan on the phone.
"Mr. Maxfield, all I need is for you to tell the teller to go ahead," said the salesman.
"Go ahead teller and add an extra twenty thousand to it as a tip for this salesman, Mr. Burns," I said reading his name off his desktag.
"Yes, sir," said the teller and it was done.
"Have it delivered to my house no later than four this afternoon," I told Mr. Burns as I walked out.
"Yes, sir and thank you," said Mr. Burns.
I walked out to the X5 and got in. While I was out I figured I would go buy some new clothes for the party tonight. I made my way to Rodeo Drive and walked into the Marc Jacobs boutique.
"Hello, Mr. Maxfield," said Jeff, my personal shopping assistant at MJ, "How can I help you?"
"I need something to wear to a graduation party tonight," I answered.
"Hmm...inside or outside party?" he asked.
"Probably both," I replied.
"Okay have a seat and I'll be right back," he said.
"I sat down in one of the leather chairs and waited. A few minutes later Jeff came back with an armful of clothes.
"Here we go. Why don't you try these on and if you find anything you like we can accessorize it."
"Thanks Jeff," I said walking into a fitting room. After I had tried them all on, I decided on some drawstring linen slacks with a light-blue short-sleeve, silk oxford shirt.
"Did you find something?" asked Jeff when I came out of the dressing room.
"Yeah," I said, "I am gonna go with these."
"Good choices," he replied, "Do you want to accessorize them?"
"Just get me a pair of black slides and that should do it," I told him.
He came back with what I asked for and said,
"On the account today Mr. Maxfield?"
"Yeah, and thanks Jeff," I said glancing down at my watch and noticing it was four o'clock. I took the bag Jeff handed me and walked out to my car. It took me fifteen minutes to get home and by the time I was ready to go it was four forty-five. I grabbed the key to my new Mercedes and drove to Colleen's house high up in the Hollywood Hills. I drove up to the gate and a security guard motioned me to stop.
"Name?" he asked gruffly.
"Alexander Maxfield," I replied.
"Okay you are on the list," he said, "By the way, nice car."
"Thanks," I said as I drove through the opening gate. When I reached the porte-cochere of her house the valet took my car and parked it. I walked inside and was greeted by my friends all saying hi. I said hi back and made my way to the bar.
"What'll it be Alex?" asked Jesse, a friend of mine who is a bartender.
"Just give me a club soda," I said.
"Not drinking tonight?" he asked.
"Nope, gotta drive back to the valley," I answered.
"I see," said Jesse handing me my drink.
"Thanks man. I'll talk to you later." I said.
"Take it easy," he replied.
I went upstairs to the Master Bedroom and out onto the balcony to think. I was out there only fifteen minutes when I felt someone behind me. I turned and there stood Colleen.
"Hey Stud," she said giving me a hug, "Whacha doing all by yourself out here?"
"Just thinking," I replied.
"Well there's someone I want you to meet," she said.
"Are you trying to set me up with someone?" I asked suspiciously.
"Who me? Never. Anyway he's going to Stanford next year. I figured you would want to meet one of your future classmates," she said simply.
"Okay," I said as she led me downstairs. She took me to the terrace overlooking the pool where a seriously cute guy was talking to Camille, Belle and Scarlette; the Fashion Trio.
"Girls excuse me for just a sec," said Colleen, "But I want to introduce someone to Troy."
"Sure thing," said Belle not looking at us.
"OH MY GAWD!" screamed Camille, "It's Alex. Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
"'Cuz I just got here babe," I said laughing. I said hi to Scarlette and Belle then Colleen said,
"Alex this is Troy Jones. Troy this is Alexander Maxfield, Alex for short."
"What's up?" I said looking at this fine specimen of manhood. He was tall, broad-shouldered with a narrow waist, brown hair and eyes, a cleft in his chin and a dimple in his left cheek when he smiled.
"Hey how are you?" he asked.
"Not bad," I said losing myself in his eyes.
"Well Troy and Alex we're going to go talk to some other people. We'll see ya around," said Colleen and with that she and the Fashion Trio got up and left, but not before Scarlette said,
"Lookin' good Alex."
"Thanks babe, see ya around," I said.
"So Colleen tells me you are going to Stanford next year," he said, "Are you excited?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty stoked about college. Can't wait," I answered staring into his eyes.
"Are you gonna pledge a frat?" he asked.
"Sure am. My dad was a Phi Delt so naturally I `have' to pledge the family frat," I said laughing.
"Me too," he said giving me a killer smile. We spent the rest of the night getting to know each other. When it came time to leave I asked how he was going to get home.
"Well Colleen picked me up, so I thought about calling a cab to come get me," he answered.
"Nonsense," I replied, "I'll take you home. Just tell me where you live."
"Hey you don't have to do that," he said.
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to. Now lets go get my car," I said.
When the valet pulled up with my car Troy let out a low whistle.
"Whew man is this the new Cl600?" he asked.
"Sure is," I replied smiling.
"I heard that they only made like 100 of these things," he said in awe.
"Here," I said tossing him the keys, "Why don't you drive to your house?"
"Really?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, "But remember I just bought it today.
He drove very well and I could tell he was used to driving luxury cars. He drove thru the gate to Bel Air and we eventually pulled up in front of a huge Tudor mansion.
"Nice house," I said genuinely impressed.
"Yeah, I guess. It's only me and Uncle Dave that live here so it's pretty much a bachelor's hall," he added nonchalantly.
"Well it seems nice," I said.
"Do you wanna come in for a night cap?" he asked.
"Sure why not?" I replied.
We walked into the house and went into what I assumed was every teenagers dream game room. I mean this thing had it all. A PS2, x-box, and a Dreamcast all with their own TV, a computer, pool table, fooze ball table, air hockey table, and pinball machines. It even had two bowling lanes. Troy walked over to a bookshelf and opened it up to reveal a fully stocked wet bar.
"What'll be?" he asked.
"Heineken," I said.
"Troy are you home?" asked vaguely familiar voice of a man.
"Sure am Uncle Dave. I've got a friend here as well." Troy answered.
"Well I guess I better say hello," said Dave.
I turned to say hi but my greeting died on my lips.
"Dr. Reswick?" I said stunned.
"Alex?" he said standing there in only a pair of work out shorts, "What are you doing here?"
"Troy invited me," I replied drinking in his manly beauty.
"You two know each other?" said Dave and Troy in unison.
"I met Alex tonight at that party I went to," explained Troy.
"Alex is a patient of mine," said Dave.
"Really? You seem pretty normal to me Alex," said Troy.
"It started out as grief counseling, now it's just like talking to a friend," I replied.
Dr. Reswick smiled and said,
"Why don't you stay here tonight Alex?"
"I wouldn't want to impose," I said.
"Nonsense," said Dave.
"Okay, my parents are out of town, like always, so they won't be a problem," I answered.
"Good, well boys have a good night," said Dave walking out of the room.
Troy handed me my beer and we played Vice City on his PS2. When we got tired of that Troy switched it off and sprawled out on a sofa while I sat in a huge beanbag.
"So Troy why do you live with your Uncle Dave?" I asked.
"Well," started Troy, "It's kind of a long story. I grew up in Dallas, Texas. I went to a private school and was the star on the football team. I had it all; friends, money, everything. My parents were married but it was far from a happy marriage. They were constantly fighting. My father was a workaholic and my mother was an alcoholic. Well one night, the night of the state championship game that was held at another school in the city. We won that game because of my last minute field goal. Well, I was really tired so I went home turning down invitations to get trashed with my friends. I got home and pulled my Jeep Wrangler into my garage stall. I saw my mom's Lexus and my dad's Mercedes in there as well. I walked in and the house was completely dark. I called out for my parents but no one answered. I went upstairs and called for them and still got no answer. I knocked on the door to their bedroom. No one answered so I went in. I almost passed out. My
mother was dead, half of her face blown away. My father's brain and back of his skull were plastered on the wall. I immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up. I reached into my pocket for my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. The police were at my house in minutes. They asked me some questions then told me to pack a bag with some personal things, then go to a friend's house. I did as I was told. I went to my best friend Stephen's house. The police had called and filled Stephen's parents in on what had happened. I lived with Stephen's family until I was cleared as a suspect and the funerals were over. That was about two weeks. Uncle Dave asked if I wanted to come out here and live with him. I accepted and finished school at Bel Air High School. I made a few friends and was considered popular. I got accepted into Stanford and intend to be a lawyer."
"Wow Troy, I had no idea," I said wiping away the tears that had started to flow down my cheeks.
"Hey Alex, its okay," he said trying to comfort me, "You didn't know."
I told him all about me; my lonely childhood, my move to California, and Brendan. It was first time I had talked about him with someone other than Dr. Reswick and Colleen. He seemed a little shocked when I told him Brendan and I were lovers, but he took it all in stride, which I admired. We sat in silence for a long time each one of us lost in our own memories and realizing that we weren't that different. Each of us had been forced to move; each of us lost someone we loved; each one of us felt compelled to each other.
I woke up the next morning in a strange bed, next to a strange person. I sat bolt upright and looked at the sleeping form next to me. When I looked at the beautiful face next to me it all came back. I was at Troy's house, but then another thought registered: I was in his bed with only my boxer briefs on. I quickly darted my head under the blankets and realized that Troy still had his underwear on. I gave a little giggle when I saw the words Scooby Doo on the waistband. I eased out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I found a note from Dr. Reswick saying good morning and that there was a new toothbrush and towels for me. It also explained that he had some things to do today and wouldn't be home until later. I found the fresh towels and got into the shower. As I was soaping up my body, my thoughts began to wander. I thought of Dr. Reswick in his gym shorts just the way he had been last night. I began sliding my hand back and forth over my hard cock getting
faster until I was bucking my hips and fucking my hand. I felt my balls getting tighter and my thoughts switched to Troy I was thinking about his cute dimples when I blew my load all over the wall in the shower. I slowly came down from my orgasmic high only to realize that Troy had been watching all along. The shower was surrounded by glass and my back was to him but when I turned around and saw him standing there I about died. My face got bright red and Troy just laughed. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel.
"You have a nice body," Troy commented, "How often do you work out?"
"Everyday, for at least an hour and a half," I replied drying myself off, "What can I do for you Mr. Jones?"
"Oh I came in here to tell you that Uncle Dave isn't here and give you some clothes," he said.
"I know I saw the letter he left us," I replied feeling my dick get hard just by looking at this man god, "Where are those clothes?"
"Out on the bed," he said, "Now get out of my way so I can take a shower."
I walked out of the bathroom as I heard him start to sing. I chuckled to myself and went to look on his bed to see where these clothes were. They were neatly folded on the foot of the bed; a polo shirt by Burberry, some Armani khaki shorts and some really cool Burberry slides to match the shirt. Off to the side was a pair of boxer briefs with a little note on them. I picked it up and saw that it had one word on it: Optional. I burst out laughing and pulled them on. As I was putting on the slides, Troy walked naked out of the bathroom. I stopped what I was doing and just stared. He looked beautiful just standing there with water dripping off his body. How I longed to be one of those water droplets!
"What?" he asked cocking his head to the side.
"Ummm...nothing," I replied hastily, "I'll see you in the kitchen."
I heard him laugh as I made my way down to the kitchen. When I got there, I opened the fridge and grabbed the eggs. I found a skillet and began making scrambled eggs. I put some bread in the toaster and got the butter out. I was dishing out the eggs when Troy joined me wearing some board shorts and a tight white tee shirt.
"Where did the little rich boy learn to cook?" he asked playfully punching my arm as he sat down next to me.
"Brendan taught me," I replied.
"You two were really close huh?" he asked looking at me. I felt as if he were studying me.
"Yeah," I said looking down at my eggs.
"Hey I am sorry Alex, I didn't mean..." said Troy looking concerned.
"Shh," I said putting my finger to his lips, then realizing what I had done, quickly pulling it away, "It's okay. You are the first person I've talked to about Brendan, besides your Uncle and Colleen."
We ate the rest of our breakfast in silence. As we were cleaning up Troy asked me,
"What do you have planned for today?"
"Well I have to call Colleen but other than that nothing," I replied thinking I will just reschedule my personal training session at the Beverly Hills Country Club for the next day.
"Coolness," he said smiling at me.
"Troy do you have a car?" I asked suddenly.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" he asked looking at me all confused.
"Last night you told me that Colleen had picked you up. I was just wondering," I said carelessly.
"That's just cuz she didn't want me to get lost, but yeah, I've got wheels. A new Jeep Grand Cherokee. She's a beauty."
"Cool. Colleen sure is nice like that."
"She sure is and she's hot. Any straight guy would wanna fuck her."
I turned away from him. I felt like something was being ripped out of me.
"Why do I feel like I have a heartache," I thought, "I just met him last night. Why should I be jealous? He's straight I'll bet almost anything. If he were gay he would have made a move on me in the shower. Damn I wish he were gay. Oh well can't have them all."
"Dude, where'd ya go?" he asked me.
"Huh? Oh just thinking about some stupid shit. Sorry didn't meant to space out on you," I answered guiltily, "What were you saying?"
"Nothing. You got all quiet and I wondered where you went," he said evenly.
"Oh, well then, how did you and Colleen meet?" I asked.
"We met at a club in the Valley a few weeks ago," he explained not looking at me.
"That's cool," I said looking at my watch, "Does this cottage have a pool?"
"Cottage?!?!" Troy sputtered, "You call this a cottage?"
I couldn't help laughing.
"Yeah where's the pool?" I repeated my question.
"Follow me," he said getting up. I followed him down some steps and thru a set of antique French doors. I looked around and saw the coolest indoor pool I have ever seen. I looked like a pond in the middle of a tropical garden.
"Here's our waterin' hole," said Troy in a fake hillbilly accent.
"Cool," I said walking to the deep end.
"What are you doing?" asked a stupefied Troy as I began shedding my clothes.
"I'm going swimming," I said doing a graceful swan dive into the water.
When I surfaced at the shallow end where Troy had been standing I noticed he wasn't there. Suddenly my legs were pulled out from under me as Troy grabbed me and pulled me into his body. His dick fit into my ass crack beautifully. When we surfaced he was holding me by my waist. I could feel his dick getting hard and I ground my ass into his crotch. We moved to the steps and he sat down on the step. I straddled his cock and impaled myself on Troy's huge schlong. I began going up and down as fast as I could, making sure his dick kept hitting my prostate. I felt my balls getting tight and blew my load all over his chest as he blew in my ass. I collapsed onto him but he lofted me off his dick and got out of the pool. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist and walked out. I sat there wondering what he was doing. He came back with the clothes I had worn last night.
"Here's you clothes, wallet, watch and keys," he said.
"Troy what's going on?" I asked totally confused.
"I think its time you go home," he said coldly.
I felt my eyes begin to tear up but would not let myself cry in front of him. I dried off and got dressed. I walked past him without looking at him, though when I passed I thought I heard him say,
"Fucking fag."
I walked as fast as I could out of that house and got into my car. The tears began to flow then. What had I done? I gave him part of me that was special and he treated me this way. Then it came to me. He was only being nice to me so he could get in my pants. I couldn't believe it. I felt so used, degraded, like a whore. Why?
Well guys that's it I hope you like it. As always comments are appreciated.
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