Naked Surfer

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The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.

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The Naked Surfer Chapter 19 By John Josept

Chase paced the bedroom floor fearful of what Daniel's reaction would be to his "ruining their lives". At least that is how Chase's panicky mind saw the situation.

"I fucked everything up. Daniel is going to be so pissed off. Oh fuck, he's going to leave me, I know it. All I had to do was suck Henry's dick. Why did I wreck our lives because I wouldn't give him a blowjob," Chase yelled out, "God it was just a fucking blowjob, why didn't I do it, Damn!" Chase continued to pace back and forth with his hands on his head, getting more and more upset with himself as time passed.

It was then he heard Daniel's car pull up in the driveway. Chase stopped breathing for a few seconds. He stood at the bedroom window and stared down as his lover got out of the car. Daniel was all buffed and still sweaty from his workout at the gym. Chase started to get aroused when he saw his handsome lover, but quickly lost his erection when he thought of what he did, or, in this case, what he didn't do.

"Hey, babe, I'm home," Daniel yelled as he walked in the front door. Chase heard him but didn't answer; he didn't know what to say. He knew he had to tell Daniel the whole story and that scared him.

Daniel went in all the rooms downstairs looking for Chase and calling out his name. When he didn't find him anywhere, he went up to their bedroom.

"There you are," Daniel said as he got to the top of the stairs and saw his lover with his back toward him, still staring out the window. "Didn't you hear me, hon?" Chase didn't reply.

"Chase, you ok?" Daniel said as he went up to him, turned him around, and saw the pained look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Daniel said starting to worry. He hadn't seen Chase look as upset as this before.

"I fucked up big time, Daniel," Chase said as he grabbed his lover and held him in his arms caressing his sweaty body and drinking in the odor of his gym workout. He rested his head on Daniel's shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Daniel asked as he held Chase tighter, "I'm sure it couldn't be all that bad."

"I ruined our lives, babe. I fucked everything up."

"Hmm, in the two hour and a half hours I was gone you ruined our lives?" Daniel joked while rubbing his hands over Chase's back, "I doubt that very much babe. Tell me what's going on."

"Just don't leave me after I tell you."

"No worry about that, now tell me," Daniel said while holding onto Chase.

"Henry, came over," Chase said.

"What did that asshole want?" The hairs on the back of Daniel's neck started to stand on end. His insecurities desperately tried to get in.

Chase lifted his head from Daniel's shoulder, looked down, and rested his forehead on Daniel's. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began his explanation, talking fast in order to get it over with quickly.

"He came over to say Chelsea would be here in the morning instead of tonight. I wanted him to leave right then, but he said he wanted a drink and when I went to the kitchen to get a beer, he followed me and cornered me by the fridge then he grabbed ... my crotch," Chase lifted his head up from Daniel's forehead but still held on to him.

"What?! That son-of-a-bitch!" Daniel said as he began to get angry.

"I told him to get his fucking hands off me, but, Daniel, he said if I didn't suck his dick that we could kiss our studio and our careers goodbye."

"He said what?! And what did you do?" Daniel said accusingly.

"Well, I got down on my knees and he put his dick in my mouth," Chase continued, and Daniel's heart fell into his shoes. "I just couldn't do it, Daniel, I'm sorry baby. I ruined our lives." Chase began to get agitated. "I spit his dick out of my mouth and I punched the fucker in the face, and kicked him out. Daniel I spoiled everything." Chase began to pace again with his hands on his head. "All I had to do was suck his dick and I couldn't do it," Chase yelled. "I fucked up bad."

Daniel breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chase, I don't care about our studio or anything like that. I am glad you did what you did," Daniel began to get upset, "When I see that fucker again I am going to rip him apart." Daniel grabbed Chase in his arms again and held him close. Chase could feel Daniel's muscles tighten.

"But Daniel, thing were going so good."

"Fuck them," Daniel barked, "we will do it on our own; we don't need that kind of shit in our lives."

Normally Daniel would be the panicky one, but he had matured in the last few months and his reasoning was clearer and was able to fight off his insecurities much easier. On the other hand, Chase was still upset to the point of depression.

"Are you sure you are ok with this, babe?"

"Of course I am. Come on help me take a shower, I reek. Then I will give you a massage," Daniel said with a smile, "I think you could use a good rub down."

Outwardly, Daniel was calm and under control. Inside he was angry, very angry. Not because their new found careers may have been taken from them, but because the man he loved more than anything in the world was falling apart before his eyes. All because Chelsea's oversexed boyfriend wanted a blowjob.

Chase followed Daniel to the bathroom. Daniel turned the faucets on in the shower, then took off his gym clothes. His body still gleamed from sweat, which accented his muscles. Chase wanted to say something but he just stood there and looked at Daniel's pumped up, naked body and watched his erection grow.

Daniel took charge, unzipped Chase's shorts, and let them fall to the floor, exposing his hard body and hard dick. The steam from the shower began to fill the room and engulf their bodies as Daniel took Chase in his arms. He ran his hands down to Chase's ass, then kissed his lips. Chase tried desperately to get a grip on his emotions. Daniel seeing his lover struggle took his hand and led him into the shower.

Daniel walked under the spray, and let the water stream over his head, then run down his shoulders and his chest and back, down his abs, around his hard dick, then around his butt, thighs, and legs until the water flowed down the drain.

Chase watched as the water caressed his lover; he just stood there and marveled at every muscle on his lover's body. He wanted to grab Daniel and hold him, but instead just stood there and continued to look at him standing under the showerhead as the water glistened off him. Depression was trying to take over Chase, something he was not familiar with.

Daniel took his sponge, put liquid soap on it, and began to scrub his own body. He looked into Chase's deep blue eyes, while slowly and sensually running the sponge up his forearms then across his muscular biceps, then his hard chest, around his nipples, and down to his abs, all the while with a seductive smile on his face.

Daniel brought the sponge to his dick and ran it over his hard shaft and around his balls. Chase stared and wanted to touch his lover but he was frozen. He knew Daniel was putting on a show for him, but this feeling of depression had become overpowering. He knew he could fight it off, but didn't know how.

Daniel turned around and began to scrub his hard brawny butt cheeks, then ran the sponge in the crack of his ass and exposed his butt hole.

"Fuck," Chase whispered as he watched Daniel run his soap covered finger into his rosebud. Daniel smiled, knowing he was beginning to distract his lover from his impending depression. He turned around, took his soapy hands, and slowly ran them over Chase's chest and abs, then down to his rigid member. Chase closed his eyes and moaned.

Daniel turned Chase around and rubbed his back. He reached for more liquid soap, squeezed some in his hands then stooped down, and began to rub Chase's butt cheeks. He got down on his knees and ran his hands up and down in the crack of Chase's ass, then slowly inserted his finger deep inside his tight hole. Chase moaned again, but this time louder than before, because while Daniel's finger probed Chase's hole, his other hand had reached around and began to jack his dick and fondle his balls.

Chase moaned, "Fuck, babe, you make me feel so good, you know how to treat me. God I love you."

Daniel let go of Chase's dick then pulled his finger out of his ass, stood up, took Chase in his arms under the spray of the shower, and rinsed their bodies of the slick soap. Their lips met one more time before Daniel reached down and turned off the water.

"We stopping?" Chase asked wanting their foreplay to continue.

"Hmmm, no, just starting," Daniel said as he guided Chase out of the shower and began to dry him. When he finished, he dried himself, then grabbed Chase's hand and led him to the bed. When they got there they took each other in their arms and kissed, extending their tongues down their throats.

"Lay down on your stomach, babe. Time for that massage I promised you," Daniel said softly.

Chase stared at Daniel hard naked body. Both their dicks were erect and dripping precum. Chase ran his hand over Daniel's chest circling his nipples with his fingers. Then he ran his hand slowly down Daniel's six-pack, then let his fingers gently romp through his thick pubic hairs. His finger skimmed over Daniel's dick letting precum drip on it. He brought it to his mouth and licked his finger. He then winked at Daniel and lay face down on their bed.

"You're gonna like this," Daniel said as he straddled his lover and started to massage his upper back. Chase's muscles were still tense and Daniel rubbed his hands deep in the tissues of his smooth, tanned back and shoulders. All the while his hard dick slid up and down in the crack of Chase's ass.

"I love touching you like this. You're body is so smooth, my hands just glide right over it," Daniel said softly.

Chase moaned as Daniel leaned down and pecked his lips over and over on the back of his neck causing a wave of electricity though both of their bodies.

"Daniel," Chase whispered not wanting to ruin the mood.

"Yeah, babe," Daniel said, as he continued to peck kisses on the back of Chase's neck.

Chase hesitated for a moment not sure of what he was about say.

"Fuck me."

Daniel stopped his kisses, sat up, and rested his butt on Chase's. "Huh? What did you say?" he asked. He actually heard what Chase said but he wanted to make sure he heard right.

"Fuck me, babe."

Daniel was speechless at first. "Chase are you sure?" Daniel finally said. He had wanted this since they first met, but had resolved to his status as a Bottom. He wasn't even sure he could Top, but was anxious to try, but why now at this moment.

"Yeah, babe, fuck me. I'll lay just like this, please." Daniel felt Chase tense up underneath him.

"Chase, look, are you doing this cause of what happened with Henry?"

"No babe, I'm just ready, that's all, just fuck me, I really want you to," Chase replied, but he was doing it because he still felt he screwed up and he wanted to give Daniel something he had wanted from the first day they met. His deepest fear was that Daniel would walk out on him.

Daniel leaned down, kissed the back of Chase's neck again, and moaned while pumping his hips on Chase's butt.

"I love you babe," Daniel said while breathing hot and hard. He knew there was some other reason for Chase to want this right now, but his lust for his lover overtook reason.

Daniel slowly reached over and got the lube from drawer next to the bed. He took a deep breath. He knew he had to take charge, after all, that is the responsibility of the Top. He became confused and hoped he could pull it off. His insecurities tried desperately to take over. He wasn't sure what he should do. Then he remembered something he hadn't thought of in a long time...his manuals.

It all flashed through his mind again. He smiled as he saw the pages he needed in his thoughts. He felt confident now and knew what to do. He didn't let his insecurities take over.

Chase noticed the hesitation in Daniel and smiled, "You're going through your manuals again, ain't ya?"

"You know me too well, babe," Daniel said as he kissed Chase's neck again, then spread his legs with his knees and knelt in between them. Daniel worked methodically, knowing what he should do from his manuals. This was not only Chase's first time as a Bottom, but it was also his first time as a Top and he wanted to do it right and give Chase as much pleasure as he could.

He nervously spread a good amount of lube on his raging hard-on, then some on his finger. His hands shook, but he took a deep breath to gain control.

"Chase, I'm going to stick my finger inside you babe. Remember how you did it to me the first time?"

"Yeah," Chase said nervously.

"You have to relax babe or it will really hurt."

"Ok, I'm relaxed," was Chase's quick reply.

Daniel smiled as his finger touched Chase's rosebud. Chase jumped and his sphincter muscle clamped tightly shut.

"You will have to relax a bit more than that, babe," Daniel smiled as he leaned down and ran his tongue around in circles in between Chase's left ear and his shoulder. This seemed to distract Chase long enough for Daniel's finger to go past the ring of Chase's hole. Daniel didn't stop until his knuckles pushed between Chase's ass cheeks.

He moved his finger around inside his lover's tight hole. It didn't take long for Chase to relax enough for Daniel to put in his second, then third fingers. He held his fingers inside, moving them around, until he was sure he could insert his hard-on with no problem. All the while Chase breathed hard and moaned softly.

"I'm going to fuck you now babe. You still sure?" Daniel panted.

"Yeah," is all Chase said, all nervous as hell. He anticipated the worst.

Daniel supported himself with his hands over Chase's body, positioned his dick at Chase's hole, and kissed his neck as he put pressure on his rosebud.

"Push out babe," Daniel instructed. Chase did as he was told and Daniel's dick slowly passed the first hurtle of Chase's sphincter.

"Oh god," Chase moaned as he felt a sharp, burning pain and his hands gripped the sheets. Daniel's dick felt huge inside him and the invasion had him wondering if he was doing the right thing. He didn't realize that Daniel only had the tip of his dick inside him.

"Take a deep breath babe," Daniel whispered, "I won't move until you are ready."

Daniel held this position with just his dickhead inside his lover. He was more turned on by this than he ever imagined.

Chase took several deep breaths before his muscle relaxed and the pain eased up.

"Ok babe, I am ready," Chase said not sure if he was.

Daniel kissed the back of Chase's neck again and told him how much he loved him, then put more pressure and his dick began to penetrate further inside Chase's virgin ass. Chase moaned as he felt Daniel open him up inside.

"Keep trying to push out," Daniel advised tenderly. Chase found that to be good advice and it wasn't long before Daniel's hard cock was fully inserted inside his lover.

"You ok sweetheart?" Daniel said worried that Chase was in too much pain.

"I'm doing ok," Chase said as he winced from Daniel's assault.

"Breath babe."

Chase did as he was told and the pain began to subside. Daniel felt Chase relax under him and little by little he pulled his dick up until it was half way out. Then he slowly pushed back in.

"Fuck," Chase said, as he started to experience more pleasure than pain. Daniel moved slowly in and out of his lover several time. Daniel smiled because his hard dick was inside his lover. He never felt anything quite like this before. "This was well worth the wait," he said to himself.

As the pain got less and less for Chase, the enjoyment began to increase. He lay there and breathed hard, and began to move his butt into Daniels's thrusts.

"You starting to like this babe?" Daniel asked.

"Fuck yeah, Daniel. Damn I didn't expect it to felt this good. It was painful at first but now...fuck!"

Daniel pulled his dick out of Chase's ass.

"Don't stop now," Chase exclaimed.

"I'm not stopping babe. Turn on your back." Chase turned around and the two lovers looked at each other with passion and love. Chase eagerly lifted his legs as far as possible. Daniel positioned himself again and inserted his dick. Chase jumped, but soon felt Daniel's rock hard manhood rub his prostate again.

Daniel looked down at his lover's face and smiled.

"I like this position better. I can see your handsome face and look into your incredible blue eyes," Daniel said. He looked down further and saw that Chase's dick was hard again.

"You really are enjoying this," he said.

"You're amazing, Daniel."

Chase spread out his legs to the side. Daniel leaned over above Chase, supported himself with his hands, leaned his head down, and passionately kissed him, putting his tongue in his mouth as far as he could. He then started his in and out motion again.

Chase was overcome with lust as he looked up at his lover. Daniel's chest, arms, and abs were bulging from his workout at the gym and his workout in their bed. Chase looked down at his pubic hairs and saw Daniel's dick as it moved in and out of his ass. Daniel's spine arched and his head flew back in ecstasy forcing his dick to go deeper inside his lover.

Chase winced in pain, but the image of Daniel's muscular body over him in the throws of passion, engrained itself in his mind and the pain quickly passed. He never saw anything so erotic or beautiful in his life as his lover over him at that minute.

Daniel looked down at his lover again. His arms and shoulders strained as he held himself over Chase. Sweat dripped from every pore and gave his body a sheen as if he stepped into a vat of oil.

Chase grabbed his dick and began to jack off in rhythm to Daniel's fucking. Daniel began to pump faster and harder as he felt his approaching orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" Chase yelled just as his dick unexpectedly shot out his first blast of seamen all over his chest and stomach.

"Fuck." Chase said again as he cummed over and over. His orgasm was intense and he only jacked his dick a couple times. Just the feel of Daniel's hard rod inside him along with being overcome by the beauty of Daniel's body, cause his sperm to erupt.

Daniel looked down at what was happening with Chase and rammed his ass one more time, then let loose, depositing his sperm for the very first time inside Chase's very sore virgin ass.

"Oh God, Oh God, Chase, oh God I love you," Daniel said with each thrust. Daniel pumped until the last drop of his spunk shot inside his lover and oozed out his hole onto the sheets.

Daniel stopped his thrusts, looked at his lover, and slowly lowered himself on top of Chase's cum soaked body. Their lips met and their kisses were just as passionate as before the made love.

"Fuck babe, that was amazing," Chase said, overjoyed at his first time experience. He could hardly get the words out as he tried to catch his breath.

Chase flinched in pain as Daniel slowly removed his still hard dick from Chase's ass. Daniel silently kissed his lover again, then quietly whispered, "I love you, Chase Bell." Fucking his lover was everything he imagined and more.

"Then you're not going to leave me, Daniel?" Chase asked seriously.

"Chase, I couldn't leave you if I tried."

"I love you, Daniel Casadini."

Chase put his arms around his lover, feeling the pressure of his muscular body on top of him.

"How's your butt babe," Daniel said concerned he was too rough for Chase's first time.

"Hurts like hell," Chase said with a smile, but I loved every minute of it."

They stared at each other for a while and nothing was said verbally, but their expressions said volumes.

After a short while, Daniel saw Chase's expression change. He sensed Chase was thinking about the Henry incident again, and knew he had to pull him out of it before his depression took over.

"Look we can handle this, Chase. A lot of people saw our work and we could just get in touch with them ourselves. We don't need those people."

"I don't know Daniel," Chase replied, "I still feel I ruined everything." Daniel rolled off Chase and lay on his back next to him. He grabbed his hand and held it tight.

"I don't understand how Chelsea is going to go along with what Henry said. I mean, she put lots of time and money into us. She's not going to just abandon us cause you wouldn't suck Henry's dick."

"Maybe Henry's the one with all the money."

Daniel sat up on the side of the bed and grabbed the phone.

"Who you calling?" Chase asked.

"Chelsea, I'm going to find out what the hell is going on."

Andreas opened the door to his apartment and stood there naked. Henry's mouth opened as he stared at Andreas' muscular body and large soft dick.

"Well, quit gawking and come in and take off that damn suit," Andreas said impatiently, without so much as a hello, "This is LA, not London; we don't wear suits here," he said as he shut the door.

"Well, good evening to you too," Henry said, "You always had such impeccable manners, dear brother-in-law."

There was something about Andreas that Henry thought had changed since he last saw him about a year and a half ago, but he was still as rude as ever.

"Where is that very handsome boyfriend of yours. Cole, I believe his name is, am I correct?"

"He's gone," Andreas barked rather irritated by Henry's sarcastic remark, "now take off your clothes."

"Well, before I do, I think we should get this money business settled."

"I said don't cross me Henry, you will regret it," Andreas threatened.

"I am not trying to, as you say, cross you, dear Andreas, but I think I deserve more money. When you called and asked me to help you get even with someone and that I would be having sex with some cute surfer boy, you never mentioned it could turn dangerous. I took a good hit on the jaw today and if I am going to continue with this charade I will have to have more money. There's no telling what that Chase person will do next time, to say nothing of that muscular boyfriend of his," Henry said defiantly. He didn't know just how over the top Andreas had become over the past few months.

"I could just find someone else to do it for much less than the ten thousand dollars I am paying you now," Andreas growled with a sinister gaze. His eyes showed his madness again.

Henry was backed into a corner. He needed money. He was just about broke. Chelsea had cut down on the money she gave him. His estranged wife, Andreas' sister, would not give him any at all.

"I don't like to resort to this, Andreas, but if you don't give me more money or you get someone else, you leave me no choice, but to plead my case to the police. That is, after I tell Daniel and Chase what you are up to. I still don't understand what this is all about and frankly I don't care. As for me to continue, I will need extra money; a bonus so to speak, hazardous duty pay."

Andreas began to smolder at Henry's attempt at blackmail, but instead of exploding he put his arm around him. Henry had become a liability and Andrea knew just how to solve this problem.

"Anything you want, Henry." He said calmly, "No need to go to the police or Daniel or Chase, I will give you your extra money. How much will depend on how well a fuck you are tonight. So take off that suit and let's get to it."

Henry smiled as he began to remove his clothes; he figured he won.

Charlie sat in the waiting room of Michael's office for nearly an hour. Michael had been particularly busy that day and was running past his planned quitting time. This was not unusual, since Michael was late many times. Charlie could now see why. Michael and his dad had a very busy practice.

Every so often, Michael would come out to the waiting room just for a second to tell him how sorry he was for being late then go back to his patients.

Charlie had met everyone on the staff and they all were very nice to him. He briefly met Dr. Roger Joiner, Michael's dad, who was also quite busy. Charlie couldn't get over how much Michael looked like his father. His dad seemed to be in very good shape, very healthy, and very good looking. He figured that is how Michael would look when he pushed 60.

Charlie took a deep breath. The drugs he took earlier in the day had nearly worn off. He wished he had some right now to take his mind off this waiting game he was in the midst of.

Connie, a rather heavy set woman in her late 50's who was the head of the office staff, came up to Charlie.

"Charlie, do you want some coffee, hon; maybe a soda or something? Today of all days the doctors got behind with a couple emergencies. I am sure they won't be long."

"Thanks, Connie, I will take you up on that coffee if you don't mind?"

"Sure, hon, follow me."

Charlie followed her to a back kitchen, used by the staff, where they had a pot of coffee brewing along side a soda machine, some microwaves and a couple tables and several chairs.

"Just help yourself. I will tell Dr. Joiner you are in the staff kitchen."

"Thanks, Connie."

"Oh don't thank me, it's my pleasure. Everyone is so happy that Dr. Joiner has a new man in his life now; he really seems so happy and we have you to thank for that. He was devastated when Kevin died, especially the way he died, but then you probably know all about that, I'm sure."

"Ummm, yeah, he told me," Charlie lied.

"Well I have to get back to work now. If you need anything just let me know," Connie said and walked out of the room.

Charlie poured himself a cup of coffee, found a chair, and sat down. He wondered why Michael hadn't told him about the circumstance involved in Kevin's death. As he fidgeted in his seat, Dr. Roger Joiner walked in. Charlie stood up to greet him.

"Oh there you are Charlie," he said, "Michael is on his last patient now. I am going to run out and do an errand but I will meet you and Michael at the restaurant. I am taking you both out for dinner tonight to celebrate. This is an occasion, meeting Michael's new friend, that is. He was so upset when Kevin died the way he did. It took him nearly a year to get over it, but then I am sure he told you all about that by now."

"Hmm, seems everyone knows how Kevin died, except me," Charlie said to himself.

"Ummm yeah," Charlie lied, again. Roger looked at him and seemed to read Charlie expression.

"He really didn't tell you, did he?"

Charlie looked at Roger, somewhat embarrassed that he was caught in a lie. "No, sir, sorry. He told me his last lover died but he didn't say how. I have asked him a couple times about it but he hasn't told me yet. I really wanta know, though."

"I will have a word with him about it, my boy. He should have told you about that right off."

"Thanks, Dr. Joiner, I appreciate that."

"Oh call me Roger, we're practically family now.

"Ok, thanks Roger," Charlie smiled. He felt good that Michael's dad seemed to accept him so fast.

"Well, Charlie, I am on my way to my errands, see you at the Chez Mélange," Roger said and left the room.

"Wow, Chez Mélange, that's a fancy restaurant," Charlie said to himself.

A few other people walked in and out of the room and greeted Charlie on their way out the door to head on home for the day. He was polite and replied back but was beginning to get anxious and hoped Michael would not be too long.

One very good-looking young assistant came in and got a Diet Coke from the soda machine. He was blond, tall with blue eyes. From what Charlie could tell, he had a muscular body underneath his scrubs. Charlie hated him. He gave Charlie a strange look that made him feel uneasy.

"Nice work, getting a guy like Dr. Joiner," the young man said, as he opened his can of Diet Coke and took a drink.

Charlie didn't like the tone of his voice. "What do you mean by that?" Charlie said.

"You know, a hot doctor with lots of money," the young man said sarcastically as he took another drink.

"What the fuck you getting at, asshole," Charlie said, putting his reserve on hold. He didn't like what this person was implying.

"Hey, no need to get angry, but let's be honest with each other. Michael's hot. I wouldn't mind being fucked by him. How does it feel?"

"You'll never know fuck head," Charlie said. He was pissed off; his fists clinched and was ready to punch the guy, when Michael walked in.

"Hey babe," Michael said as he walked up to Charlie and gave him a hug. Charlie in turn, took Michael in his arms and gave him a big, wet, passionate kiss, tongue and all, while staring at the guy on the other side of the room, as if to say 'This is my man. Keep your fucking hands off'."

The young man just stood there with his mouth open, when Michael noticed they were not alone in the kitchen.

"Oh, sorry, Clint, I thought we were alone."

"No problem Dr. Joiner," Clint's voice cracked, "I have to go now. Nice meeting you Charlie. I am sure I will be seeing you again."

"Not if I can help it," Charlie muttered as Clint left the room.

"What was that all about?" Michael said hearing Charlie's remark.

"Nothing. Not everyone seems to think it's a good idea you and I met."

"Oh, you mean Clint. Well he can be a pain sometimes. He used to make passes at me. It was pretty annoying until Connie had a talk with him. If he weren't so damn good at his job and so damn good with the patients, I would have fired him a long time ago. What did he say to you?

"Oh nothing, I guess," Charlie said. He didn't want to be responsible for someone loosing their job, even though the guy was a jerk.

"Believe me there's nothing to worry about with Clint, or any other man on this earth for that matter. I have what I want," Michael said as he took Charlie in his arms and kissed him and ran his hand down to his ass. One hand let go and grabbed Charlie's crotch causing both their dicks to harden.

"What time do we have to meet your dad?" Charlie said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Not for at least another hour or so. Come on." Michael said as he grabbed Charlie's hand. They walked out of the kitchen adjusting their large erection in their pants. Michael yelled out, "Is anyone here?" There was no reply. He went and knocked on the Lady's Bathroom. There was no answer. He did the same thing to the Men's Room with the same results.

"In here," Michael said as he and Charlie entered the nearest examining rooms.

Michael took Charlie in his arms, ran his hands down to his butt, and pushed him into him, then they kissed.

"I'm going to fuck you right in here on this examining table," Michael said.

"Oh Dr. Joiner," Charlie mocked, "I have this strange pain in my ass. I think I'm going to need a prostate exam." They both laughed then kissed again and began to undress themselves, while their lips never parted.

Little did they know, that Clint was still in the office. He had gone to put some supplies away in the closet before he left, when he heard Michael yelling if anyone was there. Instead of calling out, he decided to stay hidden and see what was about to happen. He slowly opened the supply closet door and peeked out. He could see directly into the room where Michael and Charlie were standing naked.

"Oh fuck," Clint said, who then became instantly aroused when he saw Michael naked for the first time.

Michael and Charlie held each other in their arms while, their hands grasped around their tight asses. Charlie got down on his knees and gulped down Michael's huge hard dick.

Clint couldn't get over Michael's body. "Fuck look at the size of that dick, its huge! Charlie you're a lucky son-of-a-bitch," Clint said to himself. He pulled down his pants, took out his rod, and began to masturbate watching Charlie and Michael go at it.

Charlie moved his head in and out on Michael's dick savoring the taste of his manhood as well as the taste of his precum. He licked his way down the shaft of Michael's dick and ran his tongue around his balls, sucking in one then dropping it and sucking in the other. Michael groaned.

"Fuck Charlie, god I love you."

Charlie had his mouth full of one of Michael's balls, so all he could do was acknowledge with a grunt. He let Michael's scrotum drop from his mouth and Michael grabbed his shoulders and pulled Charlie up to him.

Clint, in the meantime, had a difficult time controlling his orgasm. He had to stop several times or he was sure to blow his wad. He wanted to see more of Michael's dick and to see him stick that monster in Charlie's ass. Michael stood with his 9-inch dick pointing directly at him. He felt like his heart was going to stop at the site. It was more than he could ever have imagined and he imagined a lot.

"Lay down there, Charlie," Michael said and Charlie's naked body got up on the paper covered examining table. Michael pushed Charlie's legs as far back as he could and looked at his gaping rosebud.

"Damn, Charlie, you got the sweetest looking hole," Michael said then leaned down and buried his tongue in Charlie's ass.

"Oh fuck," Clint said as he watched the spectacle from his supply closet perch. He beat his uncut dick harder and faster then stopped when he felt his sperm churning inside his balls. Some leaked out his pee slit. He picked it up with his finger and brought it to his mouth. He then reached over to one of the shelves and grabbed a towel to keep handy when he cummed.

Michael's tongue did a circle around the outside of Charlie's ass, then plunged down Charlie's shoot again.

"Fuck Michael that tongue of yours, damn."

Michael's tongue did a few more circles on Charlie's ass, then he stood up.

"Gotta fuck that ass of yours Charlie," Michael said has he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He went to one of the drawer in the room, pulled out the KY jelly he used when giving digital prostate exams, and smeared some over his very large and very rigid member.

"Fuck me Michael. God I want that dick of yours up my ass," Charlie said, completely lost in the lust he had for his lover.

Michael obliged and put his dickhead at the opening of Charlie's hole, he put pressure on it and it willingly slid all the way into his lover's rectum.

"Fuck, you always feel so good inside me Michael. Fuck me baby," Charlie gasped.

Michael pulled his dick out then pushed it back inside his lover's hole. Clint gave out a muffled scream when he saw Michael's big dick plunge in and out of Charlie's ass. Michael did it several more times, then climbed on top of Charlie and fucked him by moving his hip up and down.

Charlie's hard cock was in between his and Michael's stomach. Every time Michael moved in and out of Charlie's ass he was also stimulating Charlie's hard dick.

"Oh Michael, I'm going to cum!" Charlie gasped as he shot his load between their bodies.

"Fuck!" Michael yelled at the top of his voice, "Oh fuck Charlie, goddamn baby." Michael's dick shot several loads of cum inside Charlie's ass. He pumped faster and harder until there was nothing left for him to unload. "Fuck" Michael yelled out again, "God I love you so fucking much, Charlie," and with that he gave one last push just to make sure he couldn't cum anymore.

With that going on, Clint could finally let loose his spunk. He held the towel he took from the shelf under his dick and shot his load into it while watching Michael's naked body.

As the last of his spunk dripped onto the towel, Clint remembered what Michael just said, that he loved Charlie very much. Clint began to feel guilty for his voyeurism.

Michael collapsed on top of Charlie and lay there trying to catch his breath. "You know I never did anything like this with anyone before, not even Kevin. I feel so free with you."

"That's cool babe, glad it was me who was the first," Charlie said sincerely.

Charlie wasn't sure this was a good time to bring it up, but he thought he would ask again anyway.

"Michael," Chase said.

"Yeah, babe," Michael said, relaxed and comfortable laying on top of his lover.

"How did Kevin, die?"

"I'll tell you another time, babe." Michael immediately dismissed Charlie's question, "Right now, let's go to my office and get some towels to wipe us off," Michael said as he climbed off Charlie, "We will have to meet my dad really soon." They both stood up and Charlie grabbed hold of Michael and held him tight.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked.

Charlie wanted to insist on knowing about Kevin, but instead he decided to drop it again. He didn't know why Michael wouldn't talk to him about Kevin's death or why this was bothering him so much that Michael wouldn't talk about it.

"Nothing, everything is going right," Charlie said as they walked toward Michael's office to get towels.

"We better rinse off in the Men's room," Michael said as he opened the drawer in his office that held the clean towels he used for the gym. Michael looked at Charlie as he wiped himself. He knew he should tell Charlie about Kevin's death, but he just wasn't ready. It was still too painful, even after nearly a year.

Clint overheard what Michael said about the Men's room and since it right next to the supply closet he was hiding in, he thought it best he get out of there as fast as possible. He quickly put his dick back in his scrubs, stuffed the cum soaked towel in his pocket, and quietly made his way out of the building, to his car. He was feeling really bad about the things he said to Charlie and that he watched him and Michael make love. Then a smile came to his face, "Well at least I got to see Michael's cute ass and hot dick," Clint laughed and started up his car and drove away.

"Hello, Chelsea?"

"Oh, hi Daniel, how are my two favorite artists doing?"

"Well, you tell me," Daniel said a bit agitated, "Have you talked with Henry lately?"

"I haven't seen Henry since early this morning. Didn't he call you and set up an appointment for tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, sort of, when he was here."

"He was there?"

"Yeah, Chelsea, what the hell is going on? That asshole grabbed Chase when I was at the gym and told him if he didn't suck his dick we wouldn't be getting our studio and our careers would be ruined. What the hell is that about?" Daniel said, more aggravated as he went on. Chase put his ear to the phone and Daniel shared the earpiece with him so he could hear Chelsea's reaction.

"He did what?!" Chelsea yelled into the phone. They both had to pull away from the phone because she screamed so loud. "That son-of-a-bitch. He told me his playing around with the boys was over. He had no right to say that, Daniel, so don't worry about it, I will handle that bastard. He has no say so in this, I have all the money and all the connections. He has shit. I kept him around cause he was good with clients," Chelsea was beside herself with anger. "A good fuck is not worth all this crap."

Daniel and Chase never heard Chelsea so angry. She swore up a storm that would make a sailor blush.

"That's a relief, Chelsea. Chase has really been upset over this. He got really angry with Henry and punched him in the face."

"He did? Good for Chase. That's not half of what I am going to do to that bastard. God I am so pissed, Daniel.

Gerald and Nick, having finished their fourth anal intercourse of the day just a short time ago, lay in the bed in Nick's room enjoying the touch of each other's naked bodies. They were alone most of the time and spent much of the afternoon exploring their teenage sexual compatibilities.

Nick rolled over on his side and wrapped his strong arm around Gerald. Nick was experiencing love for the first time and he could hardly contain himself. Logic kept telling him it was too soon to express his feelings, but his heart was ready to explode and he knew he had to say something to Gerald to let him know how he felt.

Gerald ran his fingers over Nick's arm that lay across his chest. He knew he had strong feelings for Nick and felt that Nick was having the same feelings for him, but Gerald could not say anything. He figured he better leave very soon and go into hiding, before things got too out of hand between him and this guy he was falling for. He looked at Nick lying next to him and wished things were different. He had become very comfortable with Nick. The whole day was fantastic with just he and Nick making love. This was why it was so hard to make that decision to walk away from all that he had now. The fact that he also had a strong bond with Daniel and Chase, made it even more difficult.

"Ger," Nick said quietly. His relaxed body snuggled closer into Gerald.

"Yeah, Nicky," Gerald said.

"I like you a lot," Nick grinned, "let's do it again."

"You serious? Do we have time before Donnie comes back?"

"Yeah plenty of time," Nick said as his teenage hard-on began to push against Gerald's body. Nick rolled on top of Gerald as he opened his legs to him. They kissed but not as hard as they had been. Their lips were chaffed due to the long and heavy kissing sessions they had all day.

"My butt is beginning to hurt, so go easy on me ok?" Gerald laughed.

"Candy ass," Nick joked as he kissed Gerald, then pushed his legs up in the air so he could line up his cock with Gerald's asshole.

"You're getting good at this," Gerald said.

"Hell, we had enough practice. Beside, you're cute as hell and it feels good fucking you."

"Oh shut up and stick that fat dick of yours in my ass," Gerald said as he continued to laugh. He spread his legs to the side and Nick leaned down and began to kiss him. While he was doing so, he slid his dick inside Gerald's ass that was still slick with the lube and sperm from the four other times they fucked. He winced as Nick's thick rod went in as far as it would go. Gerald wasn't kidding about his butt being sore, but he so loved having Nick inside him, looking at his body and feeling it on top of him; the pain was more that worth it.

"Damn, Ger, every time is better than the last time," Nick gasped as he gently moved his dick in and out of Gerald.

"Yeah, babe, you feel great inside me every time."

Nick leaned down and kissed Gerald as his dick pumped in and out. His cock was beginning to feel sore but being a football quarterback, he was taught to endure pain. Besides this was a lot more fun than playing football.

Nick picked up speed and his dick burned from the motion. Gerald wanted to cry out in pain but he kept quite making sure Nick had as much pleasure as possible.

"Oh Fuck, Ger, I think I'm going to cum, Ahhhhh," Nick yelled. The sensation was there but very little sperm flowed out. The same thing occurred with Gerald as he felt like he wanted to shoot.

They yelled out their orgasms together but neither young man left a large amount of sperm in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Nick laid on top of Gerald and they both started to laugh.

"Shit we drained our balls," Gerald said as both boys continue to laugh until their sides hurt.

Nick's sore dick slid out of Gerald sensitive rosebud and he rolled on his back next to Gerald.

"God, I thought jacking off five times in a day was fun. Fuck, this beats it all to hell," Nick laughed.

A laughing Gerald rolled on top of Nick. "You're crazy you know that," he said still laughing.

After a while of tickling each other and laughing and kissing, both teens calmed down and held each other in their arms.

"I'm glad we met, Ger. I really like you a lot... I think I'm..."

A hyper-Gerald knew what was coming next and jumped up out of bed.

"I like you too, Nicky," Gerald interrupted cheerfully trying to stop things from going further, "let's shower so I could get out of here before Donnie comes home."

"Ger, wait," Nick said as he quickly got up and grabbed Gerald in his arms. He was determined to tell Gerald about his feelings for him. They looked each other in their eyes. Nick was about to speak when Gerald stopped him.

"Don't say it Nicky," Gerald demanded.

"Why, you know how I feel and I know you feel the same way."

"No, I don't, so don't say it."

"I love you Ger. There, I said it,"

"Fuck, why did you have to spoil it, Nicky!"

"Spoil what? That we love each other?"

"I don't love you. You're just a good fuck," Gerald yelled and pulled away. Nick grabbed him in his arms again.

"I don't believe that for one minute. Look me in my eyes and say you don't love me," Nick said holding Gerald shoulders.

Gerald stared into Nick's green eyes, those eyes that always made him go weak.

"That's not fair."

"Tell me you don't love me, Ger," Nick demanded.

"I can't!" Gerald yelled loudly. Then is tone softened, "Cause I do love you. So there I said it, too. So, now what? You know I have to leave, you know we can't ever be together. I shouldn't have let this get this far. This is all my fault. I fucked up everything."

"Why do you have to leave Gerald," Nick demanded, "tell me why!"

"I just have to, that's all."

"Bullshit, tell me why you have to leave!"

Gerald stubbornly went to grab his clothes to get dressed, but the much stronger Nick, took him in his arms and held his naked body tight.

"Let me the fuck go," Gerald protested angrily.

"I won't let you go until you tell me why you have to leave!"

"I can't Nicky, you will hate me, and I don't want that. You can't get involved in this."

"I am already involved, Ger. I love you and I want to know."

"You can't," Gerald said trying to maneuver his way out of Nick's arms to no avail.

"Tell me Ger, please." Nick said trying to calm Gerald down, "I'm not going to let you go until you tell me, no matter if Donnie or anyone else walks in this room."

"Fuck!... Alright! You wanta know why?" Gerald yelled, "Well, I'll tell you, so you will let me go, cause you wont want me around. This way you'll hate me and kick me out and we'll be done with it," Gerald hesitated, then took a deep breath, "I killed a man," a defeated Gerald said as a stunned Nick released his grip. He told Nick his worst secret ever, that he was a murderer. "Oh god, Nicky, I killed a man." Gerald sat down on the bed and buried his face in his hands.

"I don't believe you," Nick said, "You're lying to me."

"I wish I were, Nicky. I wish I were. Please don't hate me."

Nick paused, trying to make sense of what Gerald just told him.

"How, ... how did it happen, Ger," Nick said sounding very concerned. He sat down on the bed, put his arm around Gerald, and pulled his body to him. They lay down together and Gerald rested his head on Nick's chest. He didn't want to look him in the eyes when he told his story. He knew this would be the last time he would be holding Nick like this. He would have to leave tonight for sure, if for no other reason, but to protect Nick, the guy he admitted he loved.

"It has to do with Andreas."

"I kinda figured that fucker had something to do with this."

"I had met up with him a few times before. Every time we met, he would say he wanted me to move in with him, but I kept saying no. A couple times he told me, he usually gets what he wants, if not he just takes it."

Gerald continued. "He always paid me well, though, and when he came around that night, I didn't think anything of it when he invited me to a party at his apartment. He was going to pay me five hundred fucking dollars for that one night. It turned out that I was the 'party'. I never did get paid.

"Besides him there were five other guys. The first thing they did was fuck me, one right after another. I didn't mind. I just used what Ryan taught me and tried to enjoy it. Besides I was going to get five hundred bucks.

"After that they all left except one guy." Gerald stopped and took a deep breath. He tried to put the events of that night together in his head.

"Joe Dillon, that was his name, the guy that stayed. He had a hot muscled body, big and strong, and lots of tattoos, but Joe was into some really kinky shit.

"Andreas started doing some crazy stuff to him like tying his balls and putting clamps on his nipples and some other nasty shit, too. He even had me fist him. Joe loved it, but I found it kinda fucked up, but since Joe didn't seem to mind, it didn't bother me; just as long as they didn't try any of that crap on me."

Nick was stunned at what Gerald was telling him. This was the first time the realization that Gerald was a street hustler hit him, but he did see the softer side of Gerald, the sensitive teenage boy, and that's who he fell in love with.

"Andreas fed us lots of drinks," Gerald continued, "at least I think he gave us lots. He must have because it seemed I got drunk real fast.

"I remember he told Joe to lay on the bed face down and spread his arms and legs out; he tied these velvet covered ropes around his wrists and ankles. The other ends of the ropes were tied to the legs of the bed. He tied them pretty tight so there was no way he could move. Joe really seemed to be getting into it, though. He was really turned on. I remember seeing his hard dick sticking out between his legs.

"Fuck me, Fuck me, he kept saying to me. I remember I was about to straddle Joe's ass when Andreas stopped me before I climbed on and insisted I finish the drink he made for me. It was some kind of rum concoction. He told me to chug it and I drank it down. I don't know how much rum was in it, but I kinda spaced out. I don't remember much, not even getting on top of Joe, until...." Gerald stopped again, trying to get his thoughts together. He ran his hand over Nick's smooth chest.

"Until what?" Nick said as he ran his hand down Gerald's back.

"Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yeah, tell me everything."

"Until I woke up and I was laying on top of Joe. My dick was still in his ass. I pulled it out and rolled off him, but I was out of it, still drunk as hell, I guess. I looked over at Joe; he was still tied up and laying face down. I called to him but he didn't move. I was still very groggy when Andreas came up to us. He started to yell something but I couldn't figure out what he was saying, at first. He untied Joe and turned him around. He was stiff as a board. His mouth and eyes were wide open. I jumped out of bed when I realized he was dead. I freaked."

Nick held Gerald tighter.

"I must have passed out after that. When I came to, I was lying on the bed again and Joe's body was gone."

Gerald stopped to take a breath, he didn't want to relive that moment but he had gone this far and he knew he had to continue.

"Andreas said I held Joe's face down while I fucked him. Since he was tied up he couldn't move and I was too drunk to hear him yell. Andreas said he didn't realize what happened until it was too late. He kept saying I killed him, I killed him." Gerald stopped again and held back his tears.

"Andreas told me he took care of everything, but it came with a price. I had to move in with him. He said he was my master, now, and I was his slave. If I didn't do whatever he said or I would run away, he would turn me over to the police and I would be arrested for murder. I had no choice, did I? I just can't go to jail Nicky. I'll kill myself first."

They just lay there. Nick didn't know what to say. The guy he was in love with just told him he was a murderer. But something just didn't sit right with Nick. There were too many "Andreas said" in his explanation.

"Gerald, did you know for sure that this guy Joe, was dead?"

"He had to be, he was blue and he didn't move, besides he was really stiff, but I..."

Just then, they heard someone come in the house.

"Shit," Nick whispered, "Donnie's home."

"Fuck," Gerald said as they both jumped out of bed and grabbed their clothes and quickly dressed up.

"Leave through the window," Nick said softly, "Keep my phone, and I'll call you later."

"Ok," Gerald looked very depressed.

"Ger," Nick said as he took Gerald in his arms again and kissed him, "I love you. We'll get through this."

Gerald looked at Nick, gave a half smile, then climbed out the window.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom of his condo, high above West Los Angeles, Andreas Muller lay on top of Henry Beauchamp's prone body. Andreas' dick had just emptied its last drops of sperm inside his ass.

Velvet covered ropes were wrapped around Henry's wrists and feet and the ends were tied tightly to the legs of bed. He lay face down. Andreas still had a grip on the back of Henry's head that he used for support while he fucked him. Andreas lay there waiting for Henry's muscles to relax enough so he could pull his dick out. Henry's body twitched one last time, then relaxed. Andreas' cock slid out and he rolled off and lay on his back next to him. Henry laid limp and still, his face buried deep in the pillow. He wasn't breathing. He lay there lifeless. Henry paid the ultimate price for getting in the way of a madman.

"No one fucks with me, Henry. Not even my sister's husband."

To Be Continued