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.

This is a work of fiction meant for private enjoyment and in a fictitious world as it is, HIV, AIDS, Hepatitis, and other sexually transmitted diseases do not exist, and so safer sex is not needed. Unfortunately, in the real world these diseases do exist, so please do yourself a favor and everyone you come in contact with, practice safer sex, use a condom.

I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell just to be with me.

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The Naked Surfer

By John Josept

Chapter 37

The two giant Shuttle Buses that picked up the models and the crew from the Acapulco Airport pulled up in front of the Fairmont Acapulco Princess Hotel.

Everyone exited the buses and poured into the lobby of the luxury highrise. Gerald, who made the arrangements for the accommodations, met with the hotel concierge to verify that all the arrangements were made. When he was satisfied everything was ok, he handed out room assignments to the models and the crew, most of which were assigned to 4 in a room with the exception of Cole and Ryan. Cole had it in his contract that he, and a guest, would have a private room. Next door to them in an adjoining room were Chase and Daniel and across the hall were Gerald and Nick. Everyone else's room was scattered along the same floor.

Gerald insisted he and Nick have their privacy and since he made the reservations, he made sure of it. Tad roomed with PJ, Jason and Rusty. Tad promised Juan that PJ would be off limits and he wouldn't make a play for him. This was going to difficult because Tad found PJ very attractive. But PJ was really in love with Juan and he wouldn't cheat on him for all the money or the sex, as the case may be, in the world.

Michael and Charlie got their own two-bedroom suite that Michael paid for out of his pocket. Kimo and Johnny took the second bedroom.

Everyone got settled in and most decided to rest up for a bit before going out on the town. Chase had called for a dinner meeting with all the models. He wanted to set down some rules. This shoot was important to him and he wasn't about to let the antics of a few ruin it for him.

"Wow, look at this view," Daniel said to Chase as they walked out onto the balcony of their 15th floor room.

"Pretty cool, huh babe," Chase said as he fidgeted nervously. He was still very anxious about the shoot. Daniel stood behind his lover and engulfed his body with his arms, then whispered in his ear.

"You'll do great, Chase, I know it," he said then kissed his neck.

"I hope you're right," Chase said, then stared out at the ocean in front of him and took a deep breath as if to cleanse his shaky nerves from his body. He smiled then looked straight down over the railing and the trees below.

"What kind of trees are those down there," Chase asked trying to distract his thoughts of inadequacy.

"Hmm don't know," was Daniel's reply even though he didn't even look. He kept staring at his lover, but understood fully why he was so nervous about the shoot. Deep down Chase was just a little boy with little boy doubts about his abilities.

"The branches on those trees look like spears or something. I bet if I jumped off the balcony and landed in those trees, I'd be gored right though," Chase laughed.

"That's a pretty gruesome thought," Daniel said. He grabbed Chase's hand and pulled him into the room and laid down on the bed.

"Flying gets me all worked up," Daniel said with a seductive grin, "I want you inside me, Chase. I want you really bad. Really, really bad." Even though Daniel actually did feel randy, his main objective was to take Chase's mind off of the things that were bothering him.

"Daniel, we have to be at dinner soon," Chase said, as he stood over his lover, not sure if he was up to what Daniel wanted to do. "I gotta pee," he continued, then turned and went into the bathroom.

"Well, that did a lot for my ego," Daniel muttered under his breath with a smile. "Dinner isn't for another hour and a half, we have plenty of time," he shouted so his lover could hear. Daniel wasn't giving up. There was a time he would have been depressed for weeks with that kind of rejection, but he was past all that. "If Mohammad won't come to the mountain," he said to himself, "then the mountain will come to Mohammad."

He walked into the bathroom as Chase was shaking the last few drops of pee from his penis, then wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed his neck. Chase resisted at first.

"Hmmm, you sure we have time?" Chase moaned, giving in to Daniel's advances.

Chase's dick was still out of his shorts and Daniel reached down and took hold of it, then let go when he felt it get hard and moved his hand under Chase's T-shirt and up and down his lover's stomach and chest, tweaking his right nipple on the down stroke.

"We have plenty of time," Daniel whispered, then licked Chase's ear. He turned his lover around so he could look into his blue eyes and smiled. Then their lips met and their tongues dangled in each other's mouths.

Daniel removed Chase's shirt and still marveled at his smooth body. He ran his hand down Chase's chest and unbuttoned his lover's shorts and let them fall to the floor. Chase stepped out of them and stood there before his lover naked and hard.

"Damn, you're beautiful," Daniel said then cupped Chase's head in his hands and kissed his lips, again. He slowly got down on his knees, licking his way to Chase's hard cock. He looked up as Chase was smiling down on him, then devoured his hard-on until his nose was buried in his pubes.

"Oh, fuck Daniel," Chase said as his voice echoed off the tiled walls. Daniel's hands moved up and down the handsome photographer's chest and stomach, further adding fuel to each other's passion.

"Fuck!" Chase shouted as Daniel continued to pump in and out on his rigid dick.

When he felt he was getting too close to cumming, Chase pulled his dick out of his lover's mouth, grabbed him by the shoulders and urged him to stand up. When Daniel did, Chase quickly removed his lover's clothes. Now both men were standing naked in front of each other.

"Fuck, I want to suck your nipples," Chase said loudly, then leaned down and bit Daniel's left nipple. Daniel cried out in ecstasy, as Chase bit his other nipple. Chase got down on his knees and swallowed Daniel's prick and began to pump wildly. His eyes looked up at his lover and his body shook with lust as he stared at Daniel's rippled abs and cut chest.

"Oh Chase, oh God," Daniel cried out, "suck my dick baby, fuck."

Daniel looked down at his lover, then pulled his dick from his mouth. He grabbed a towel, spread it out on the tile floor then laid down on this back.

"Fuck me, Chase," Daniel panted as Chase stood up.

"Come on, let's go on the bed," Chase said while jacking his dick over his prone lover.

"No, fuck me right here, right now, right on the bathroom floor," Daniel insisted.

"But..."

"Fuck me goddamn it," Daniel yelled.

"I'll get the lube," Chase said then quickly ran to his suitcase that lay open on the bed, grabbed his bottle of lube then went back into the bathroom. He knew better to argue with his boyfriend when he was this caught up in lust.

"What took ya so long, baby?" Daniel chided, "lube that dick of yours and fuck me."

"Flying really does make you horny," Chase said as he lubed his cock, "we'll have to fly more often."

"Yeah, yeah, ok, now shut up and fuck me."

Chase knelt in between Daniel's legs and looked at his muscular body and his big dick that was pointing to the ceiling. He smiled as he pulled up Daniel legs, lined up his cock with his hole and pushed in slowly. He knew this is how his lover liked it; start out slow and easy and end up fast and hard.

"Oh fuck, you're dick feels good," Daniel shouted and his voice echoed off the walls, again.

"Yeah, baby," Chase said and began to pick up speed, "you ok?"

"Fuck yeah, now fuck me hard," Daniel panted. Chase pulled his dick all the way out, then plunged it back in and didn't stop until his balls rested in his lover's crack.

"Fuck yeah," Daniel shouted, "more, more!" Daniel was beside himself with lust and Chase was very close to letting go a big load. He pumped hard six more times. "I'm going to cum soon," he yelled.

Daniel grabbed hold of his cock and began to masturbate furiously, "wait for me babe," Daniel panted.

"I can't...fuck!" Chase screeched as he began to explode inside Daniel's hole. "Fuck, fuck!" he cried as he cummed again and again.

"Here comes," Daniel said, then the first shot propelled out of his cock and landed on his nose and cheeks and lips.

"OH!" the both yelled at the same time as they continued to let go of their spunk.

Chase began to slow down as he drained his balls and Daniel took his cum covered hand from his cock then ran his fingers through the cum on his chest and stomach. Chase grabbed Daniel's hand and licked it clean of his spunk and sucked on his fingers like it was his cock. Then pulled his softening dick from his lover's hole and leaned down and licked the cum from Daniel's face and kissed the handsome man under him.

"Damn, you're good," Daniel said as Chase collapsed on top of him, laying his head on his chest.

They lay on the floor of the bathroom for several minutes, catching their breath, when Daniel heard Chase's rhythmic breathing.

"Chase you can't go to sleep," Daniel said with his lover still on top of him in a relaxed state. Daniel had managed to relax his lover, but maybe too much.

"Why," Chase mumbled.

"Dinner...meeting...the models...remember? Besides we're on the bathroom floor."

"Fuck," Chase said then looked at the time, "shit we have to be there in half an hour." He jumped up off of Daniel, but Daniel grabbed him.

"Hold on there," Daniel said, "we have to shower first, you have cum all over you." Daniel laughed at the way Chase looked with his smooth chest and abs streaked with his spunk.

"Oh yeah, well come on, I don't want to be late," Chase said and grabbed Daniel's outstretched hand and pulled him up from the floor.

"Ok, ok," Daniel said with a smile as Chase dragged him into shower.

Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, Cole and Ryan had just gotten out of their shower.

"I still can't get over how thin these walls are," Ryan said with a laugh as he dried himself.

"Yeah, they were pretty loud," Cole said. They heard Chase and Daniel going at it. "Sure had you turned on," Cole laughed.

"Well, you were too," Ryan retorted, "we hear them all the time back at the house. Me and the guys even beat off sometime while listening to them." Ryan began to laugh, referring to Tad's, Nick's, Gerald's and his masturbation sessions at the bottom of Daniel and Chase's bedroom stairs. Ryan noticed Cole just gave a polite smile.

"That's pretty perverted," Cole said half joking and half serious.

"Yeah, I thought so at first, but look at what you did a little while ago," Ryan said while still laughing, "You were pounding my ass so hard, I ain't going to sit for a week."

"Well, that's different, I couldn't help hearing them," Cole said trying to defend himself.

"Ok, if you say so," Ryan said, but couldn't stop laughing. He took Cole in his arms and kissed him.

"We better dress up or we will be going at it again," Cole said with a smile, then kissed Ryan's lips. They let up on their embrace and looked at each other's bodies and sighed.

"Yeah, besides there's always after dinner," Ryan laughed as they started to dress up.

"Ryan, if I ask you a question would you answer me truthfully?"

"Yeah, sure, what is it," Ryan answered as he put on a clean t-shirt

"Uhm ... have you ever got it on with Daniel and Chase?"

"You mean had sex with them?"

"Yeah, you know, fucking and sucking," Cole said thinking Ryan was serious about his question."

"No, never, just listened to them a few time. Oh, Chase and I had a moment when we kissed, but that's about it. Oh, had fourways with, Tad, Gerry and Nick, quite a few times, though."

"God, Gerald and Nick are minors," Cole said.

"Yeah, I know. Did you ever fuck Chase and Daniel," Ryan asked.

"Me? Hell no," Cole snapped.

"What about Gerry? Did you ever fuck him?" Ryan asked. Gerald told him that they did, but Ryan kept his secret at Gerald's request. Cole gave Ryan a suspicious look.

"No never," Cole lied. "I cant believe you had a four way with Nick and Gerald," Cole added changing the subject.

"Hell, it was fun, besides Gerry and I used to fuck all the time when we lived on the streets. I taught him everything he knows about sex," Ryan laughed.

Cole had forgotten about Ryan's former profession and put on a stone face.

"It still bothers you what I used to do for a living, doesn't it?" Ryan asked seeing Cole's change in attitude.

"We'll talk about this later, right now we have to get down to the restaurant for dinner," Cole said putting Ryan off.

Ryan figured it did bother him since he wouldn't answer his question.

"Yeah, right," Ryan said as he put on his shorts and flip-flops and headed for the door. He was angry at the way Cole was acting.

"Wait," Cole said sensing he was being too judgmental, "I'm sorry, and yeah it does bother me at times, but I am beginning to accept it." Cole took Ryan in his arms and kissed him. "You forgive me?"

"Yeah, sure," Ryan said with a smile, then kissed Cole back. "This isn't finished," Ryan said to himself. He was still upset that Cole was judging him for having sex with Gerald, and that he lied when he said he didn't have sex with their underage friend.

They kissed once more, then walked out of their room.

Down in the hotel restaurant, Chase was holding court with all his models. He made sure the models knew that this would be the last time any alcohol would be available to them until after the shoot. He made it known that he didn't want any of them, male or female, to have puffy eyes or any other malady because they were hung over. He told them shooting would start in a couple days and their day would start at sunrise and wouldn't end until sunset or later at his discretion. He made sure they all knew he was in charge.

"And that goes for drugs too!" Chase added, "anyone doing anything stronger than weed, will be out of here.

"In other words, you get caught breaking these rules, you'll be put on a flight back to LA, that very day, so stay off the booze and drugs people," he told them, "but right now... let's party!" Everyone gave out a big cheer and the drinks flowed fairly free.

A couple hours later, the models left the restaurant and most had decided to go find a club to dance. The straight female models wanted to join the gay male models at gay clubs because they knew the music would be better and the crowd more fun. Tad decided he wanted to change and maybe shower and Rusty and Jason felt the same, but PJ wanted to dance and went along with the others to the clubs.

"How will we find those guys after we change?" Rusty asked as he, Jason and Tad road up the elevator to their room on the 15th floor.

"Oh I don't think we will have too much of a problem finding them," Tad laughed.

"Yeah, all we will have to do is find the loudest club and they will be there," Jason agreed, then put his arm around his boyfriend and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Hey, we're in an elevator," Rusty protested.

"So, its just the three of us. Who cares? No one can see us," Jason said with a grin then kissed Rusty again, "and even if they could, fuckem."

"I guess so, it just feels funny," Rusty said.

"You need to relax more," Tad said to Rusty.

"See I can go up to Tad and grab his crotch and no one will know," Jason said as he boldly reached in between Tad's legs. Tad just looked at Jason and smiled. "Hey you don't wear underwear," Jason laughed. All three had drunk quite a bit at the restaurant and were feeling very loose.

"Really?" Rusty said.

"Sure, grab hold," Jason said with a grin as Tad just stood there watching his two friends play with his dick. Jason winked at him.

Rusty reached for Tad's crotch and grabbed hold.

"Wow, you're right," Rusty laughed, "and he's getting hard." Jason and Rusty laughed, but Tad just looked at them.

"You guys continue that and we'll be getting naked right here in the elevator." They all laughed, but stared at each other. Jason and Rusty started to get hard, just as they got to their floor.

"Fuck," Tad said, "just as things were getting interesting."

"We could continue this in the room, if you want?" Jason said.

"I'm game," Tad responded.

"What about you, babe," Jason said as they walked out of the elevator.

"I...I...I don't know. I never did a threeway with guys," Rusty said as Tad opened the door to their room. Before the door shut, Jason took Rusty in his arms and buried his tongue down his throat.

"There's a first time for everything," Tad said then put his arms around both boys. Jason let go of Rusty and turned to Tad and buried his tongue down his throat. Rusty looked on not knowing what to do. Tad released Jason's tongue and smiled and they both looked at a very nervous Rusty.

"I don't know what to do guys," Rusty said.

"Ok, lesson one," Tad said as he took hold of Rusty's and Jason's hands and pulled them toward one of the beds, "get naked!" Tad and Jason laughed, but Rusty just stood there. Tad looked at Jason and they both realized maybe Rusty wasn't ready for this.

"Rusty, if we're pushing you to do this thing and you don't want to, just say so babe, Jason said compassionately.

"Yeah, Rusty, sorry if it seems like we're rushing you into something. What's important here is we stay friends no matter what," Tad added. He felt really close to Jason and Rusty and didn't want to do anything to mess that up.

"No," Rusty said shyly, "I just don't know what to do. I...I...I really would like to..." Jason reached over and grabbed Rusty crotch.

"Fuck, he's hard as a rock!" Jason exclaimed then laughed. Rusty still was very nervous.

"I tell ya what," Tad said, "since this is going to be Rusty's first time..." Tad didn't finish his sentence, but began to lift Rusty's shirt off. Rusty gave a half smile as the shirt cleared his head.

Jason looked at his boyfriend and ran his hand over his bare chest.

"God, Rusty, you're so fucking hot," Jason said then took off his own shirt. Rusty got his nickname from being a ginger. His handsome face with his dark rust colored hair and his pale but muscular and cut chest and abs gave him this "boy next door" look that photographers love.

Tad watched the two hot models as they moved closer to each other. A sadness swept over him as he remembered how it was between him and Ryan. He quickly snapped himself out of it, then removed his shirt and joined in with his two friends.

Jason and Rusty looked at Tad, then ran their hands over his chest. Jason pinched his right nipple and Rusty, seeing what his partner did, pinched Tad's left nipple.

"Fuck," Tad whispered, "do it harder." Both boys twisted his nipples until it began to hurt too much and Tad pulled away. He didn't want any marks on his body for the shoot.

"My dick is too hard for clothes," Tad announced then quickly took his shorts off and stood facing his friends with his hard cock pointing between them.

"Fuck, look at that thing," Rusty commented on Tad's large erection. He and Jason quickly took off their clothes. Tad got on his knees and grabbed onto Jason dick while his tongue circled around Rusty's crown.

"Fuck," Rusty said as Tad swallowed it down to his thick pubic hairs, while beating Jason off. Then he switched and gulped down Jason cock.

Tad pulled down on Rusty hard-on forcing him to kneel down next to him.

"Join in," Tad said as his salvia dripped from Jason's cock. Rusty looked up at his boyfriend.

"Go for it Rusty," Jason said. Rusty smiled then ran his tongue up and down one side Jason's shaft while Tad did the same thing to the other side.

"Fuck," Jason gasped.

Rusty smiled as he got to the tip of his boyfriend rigid member just as Tad did, then they both kissed while leaving the tip Jason dick in their mouths.

"Oh geeze you guys," Jason said feeling his orgasm getting too close. He tried to stop it, but it was too late and began to spew his cum over Rusty's face, but Rusty immediately put his mouth over it and began to swallow.

"Oh fuck guys, I'm sorry," Jason kept saying as the last of his jizz entered Rusty's mouth. One thing Rusty did learn to love was to swallow Jason's load. Rusty let go and Tad plunged his tongue into his mouth to get some of the spunk that was left over, then licked Rusty's face of Jason's cum that landed there.

Rusty stood up and kissed his lover.

"Too bad you cummed, cause I wanted to be in the middle of a sandwich," Rusty joked.

"Yeah, I would have liked that," Tad said as he stood there with his dick hard as ever.

"You could fuck me, Rusty, while Tad fucks you. I'd be up for that," Jason said with a smile.

"Fuck, you guys got me so worked up," Rusty said.

"Me too, so let's get to fucking," Tad said with a laugh.

Jason immediately turned around and bent over, resting his head on the bed. Tad went to his suitcase and took out a bottle of lube.

"Here let me put this on you," Tad said as he poured the lube on Rusty's big member then jacked him to spread it around. Tad looked at Rusty, then leaned in and kissed him on the lips and darted his tongue inside his mouth.

"Fuck that's so hot," Jason said when he turned his head and saw his lover and his friend kissing passionately, "Rusty, fuck me baby."

Rusty pulled his lips from Tad's mouth lined up his cock with Jason's rosebud and slowly entered him.

"Oh yeah!" Jason cried out as Rusty moved in as far as he could go.

"You're fucking great," Rusty said while rubbing Jason's back.

"I think you're both great," Tad said, then stood behind Rusty and put his arms around his waist then moved up to his chest. He had slicked his dick with lube and it rested in the crack of Rusty's ass.

"Go easy on him Tad. Rusty's only been fucked a couple times. He's still learnin'," Jason said.

"You ready for this, Rusty?" Tad asked his hot friend.

"Yeah," Rusty panted as he moved in and out of his boyfriend's ass.

"I'll go really slow. If I'm hurting you, tell me to stop," Tad cautioned as he lined up his rigid member with Rusty's hole and pushed until it popped in.

"Oh god," Rusty cried out in pain.

"Damn," Tad said, "want me to pull out?"

"No, go slow," Rusty said. Tad moved in but Rusty cried out again.

"I'm pulling out," Tad said.

"No!" Rusty said then leaned into Tad's dick until it slid all the way into him as far as it would go.

"Oh fuck!" Rusty called out in pain.

"Damn Rusty you ok?" Tad said feeling guilty he didn't stop it.

"Babe, what us to stop?" Jason said as Rusty's dick fell from his butt.

Rusty took a deep breath, "I want to do this guys, really bad," Rusty said as the feeling of Tad's big cock began to excite him.

"You sure?" Jason said. Rusty didn't say anything. He just moved in closer to his boyfriend and slid his now very hard cock into him, while Tad kept his erection inside Rusty's hot ass.

"Oh goddamn," Rusty said as his body quivered.

"What's wrong," Tad panted.

"Fuckin' nuthin'!" I love sandwiches," Rusty said with a grin as he began to move in and out of Jason's hole forcing Tad to move in and out of his hole. Tad stood still and let Rusty do all the work. As Rusty moved into Jason, a shiver spread through his body and when Tad moved in and out of him a different type of sensation swept his body. When Rusty moved out of Jason he moved into Tad. He kept doing this over and over until he couldn't hold out anymore.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Rusty announced just as Tad let loose inside his ass.

"Fuck," Tad cried out.

"Yeah," Rusty shouted as he exploded into his lover.

"Oh God," Jason called out as he jacked his dick to orgasm all over the hotel bedspread.

The moans and cries of the three boys gave way to heavy breathing as they all gave up the last of their spunk.

Rusty fell on top of Jason and Tad stepped back and sat in a chair close to the bed. Rusty rolled off of his lover and lay on his back next to him.

"Now that is what a threeway should be," Tad said with a grin.

"Fuck that was really somethin'" Jason panted still trying to catch his breath.

Rusty said nothing. They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Jason got on his elbow and went to kiss his boyfriend who was still lying on his back next to him.

"Rusty what's wrong," Jason said when he noticed tears were coming from his eyes and running down the side of his face, "why are you crying?"

"What?" Tad said, "ah shit! Goddamn Rusty I'm sorry, I knew I should have stopped this, damn." Tad was upset that their moment of passion ruined their friendship. He stood up and went and sat next to his friend.

"Guys, I'm..." Rusty began to say, but was interrupted by Tad and Jason.

"Rusty, if I could take back what we did I would," Tad started, "but damn Rusty you're a good friend I'm sorry I hurt you. Please don't cry."

"Yeah, Rusty," Jason added, "It just as much my fault as anyone elses... but damn Rusty I love you and I'll make sure we never do anything like this..."

"Would you two stop," Rusty said and sat up on the side of the bed, "look, I didn't every realize I had tears in my eyes, but I wasn't crying, damn it. I'm happy. I have someone who loves me and I have a great friend, who...damn, we just did something I never thought I would do in a million years. It was...shit, it was fucking fantastic."

Tad and Jason sat there in stunned silence.

"Tad," Rusty continued, "you're one of the sexiest, hottest guys I know and being fucked by you and that big dick of yours was, damn, it was fucking fantastic. And Jas," Rusty said then turned toward his boyfriend, "I love you and what we shared with our best friend, I will never forget. Will we do it again? Oh hell yeah, that is if you guys want to."

Jason leaned into his lover then kissed him on the lips, "You surprise me sometimes, Rusty, god I love you." They both turned to Tad, "We love you Tad, you are now our official best friend." They all laughed and hugged then laid down on the bed on their backs. All three had hard dicks again that were pointing up in the air.

Rusty, who was the first to notice they were hard, lifted up his head, grabbed onto his boyfriend's and his best friend's erections and said, "Let's do it again." They laughed but Rusty got on his knees and swallowed his lover's dick, while he jacked Tad cock in his hand.

The next morning Chase got up around 5 AM, quickly showered and dressed. He kissed a sleepy Daniel good-bye, grabbed his camera case, and headed to the roof of the hotel where a helicopter was waiting to fly him and some of the crew to Playa Zipolite to set up for the shoot.

Daniel jumped out of bed when he heard the engines of the helicopter begin to fly over the hotel. He ran out to the balcony to wave to his lover, but the big flying machine had already passed. The sun was rising as he stood at the railing of the balcony and watched the helicopter disappear over the landscape of high-rise hotels.

A chill ran through Daniel and he didn't know if it was the coolness of the morning air on his naked body or his insecurities flowing though him again. A sudden feeling that something bad was going to happen overtook his mind. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he just felt it would be catastrophic.

It was a knock on the door that brought him back to his senses. He began to walk over to find out who it was at this early an hour, when he realized he had no clothes on. He grabbed his shorts, which happened to be the ones that rode very low on his hips, and put them on just as he heard the knock again and a voice call out "Room Service". He opened the door and the handsome waiter was taken by surprise at Daniel's half naked, muscular body.

"Here's your, uhm...breakfast, uhm,...senior," the waiter said as he stared at Daniel muscular upper body with the shorts that barely covered his pubes. He also couldn't help but notice Daniel's bulge.

"Yeah, come on in," Daniel said, "put it over there." Daniel pointed to the side of the bed. "Sorry about the way I look, I forgot I ordered breakfast this early."

"Oh that is ok, senior, I do not mind," the waiter said as he smiled and winked. Daniel knew the waiter was flirting with him, so he decided to enjoy it. He looked over at the handsome young man, who had surprisingly European features, despite his Hispanic accent. His thick black hair was combed back almost to his shoulders and highlighted his striking facial features. His short-sleeved shirt revealed muscular forearms and biceps. He seemed to have a body that matched his looks. "Maybe I should tell Chase about him," Daniel said in his thoughts, "he would love to take pictures of him. I wonder if he would pose nude? I wonder how he would look nude?"

"I have your book," the waiter said.

"Huh?"

"Your book of pictures. If I bring it in would you sign it for me?"

"Yeah, sure," Daniel said turning beet red that this handsome young man he was trying to picture nude in his mind, had already seen him naked, but he actually felt flattered that this sexy hotel worker had enjoyed his pictures.

"Thank you senior, I will bring it tomorrow."

Daniel stared at the young man again.

"Will that be all senior?" the waiter said noticing Daniel staring at him with a far away look in his eyes.

"Uhm, yeah...oh what floor is the gym on? I need to work out today," Daniel asked finally coming to the present.

"The second floor, senior, but you have a very good body, you do not need to go to the gym."

"Hmm, Thanks, but this body needs lots of maintenance," Daniel said modestly, then blushed. There was a short period of awkward silence.

"Will that be all senior?" the waiter asked again.

"Oh, Yeah, I guess," Daniel said, then went to his wallet and got a 10 dollar bill to tip the young man he was so fascinated with.

"Sorry, I hadn't had a chance to convert my dollars to pesos, yet. Hope this is ok."

"Thank you, senior, this is very good," he said as he took Daniel's money, but stared deliberately at is bare chest. He had the urge to run his hand over it, but decided it best not to... just yet. What he couldn't control was the erection he was getting.

"My pleasure," Daniel said.

The waiter headed for the door, then stopped.

"You are a very handsome man, senior. If you need anything, and I think you know what I mean by anything, my name is Eduardo, ask for me at the desk and I will be right up and tend to your every need."

"Thanks, Eduardo, I'll keep that in mind," Daniel said as he opened the door for the waiter. The handsome young man was propositioning him and he seemed to like it. He also noticed Eduardo's tented pants and smiled as he closed the door. He looked down at his shorts and noticed he too had a noticeable erection.

"Hmm, I wonder if Eduardo noticed my hard-on," Daniel laughed.

Outside the room Eduardo adjusted his hard cock in his pants.

"I got him hard too. I wonder if he will call for me," he said to himself. "He is so fucking hot! I would do him for free." That thought only made his cock harder.

In the room across the hall, Gerald sat up wide-awake in his bed, and stared at his young lover. Nick on the other hand was sound asleep lying on his back with the covers pulled off him. As Gerald was admiring Nick's naked body, he began to quietly laugh as Nick's erection began to slowly grow, even though he was still very much asleep.

Gerald decided to wake his boyfriend in his favorite way. He leaned down and with his eyes on Nick's face, swallowed his hard cock, then began to move it unhurriedly in and out of his mouth.

Nick began to moan, but still was not fully awake. Gerald continued to look at his lover's reaction as his head bobbed up and down.

Nick's eyes slowly opened and he looked down at his lover whose eyes smiled when he saw Nick looking at him.

"Fuck Ger," Nick moaned, then grabbed Gerald by the shoulders and pulled him off his dick and brought him up so their lips would meet. They kissed with the passion of two young lovers making sure their tongues searched the insides of their mouths.

Nick wrapped his arms around Gerald, then rolled him around to where he was on top. With his knees, he spread Gerald's legs apart, reached on the night table next to the bed where they left the lube from the night before's sexual activity.

Nick knelt in between his young lover's legs and spread a large amount of lube on his throbbing cock.

"You are horny this morning," Gerald said with a huge smile as he watched Nick's lube slicked cock gleam from the morning sun as it poured into their room.

"You started it, so I'm going to finish it by fucking you," Nick laughed as he pulled up Gerald's legs, grabbed onto his hips and pulled him toward him, then lined up his cock with his partner's hole, and pushed all the way in.

"Fuck, Nicky," Gerald whispered, "yeah, you know what I want, fuck me!"

Nick began to move in and out of Gerald's rosebud, moving faster with each thrust.

"Oh yeah, Nicky, oh yeah," Gerald said, then grabbed his cock and began to beat off. But Nick was nearly ready to give in to his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum Ger." No sooner did the words get out of Nick's mouth when he let go with another big load inside his lover.

"Fuck, Ger," Nick cried out as he blasted two more shots of cum into Gerald's bowels.

"I'm cumming too," Gerald yelled and several shots of his spunk streaked across his chest and stomach.

Nick leaned down and licked some of Gerald jizz from his chest then collapsed on top of Gerald to catch his breath.

The two boys lay in each other's arms without saying a word. Gerald's mind began to whirl. Something began to bother him as a chill ran through his body. He felt like something bad was going to happen, but he wasn't sure what it was.

"Is anything wrong, Ger?" Nick asked while his arms continued to engulf Gerald's body. He knew his lover's moods and figure there was something on his mind.

"Nah, it just feels good with you holding me like this. Don't ever let me go Nicky."

"No chance of that happening, Ger. I'll never let you go... ever," Nick said seriously. He could feel that Gerald was deep in thought about something, but decided not to ask him about it, instead he held him tighter.

"Isn't that what Kate Winslet said to Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic right before she let go of him and he drowned?" Gerald laughed. Nick cracked up laughing, but stopped suddenly.

"I'd never do that, Ger," Nick said seriously. Gerald didn't say anything he just nuzzled closer to his lover.

"We better shower. I have to be on the next helicopter to that beach that gives me the creeps," Gerald said after a short silence.

The two boys got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Nick turned on the shower and they got in and embraced under the spray of the water.

"Nicky, when I die, I want you to find someone else right away," Gerald said out of the blue. "I don't want you to mourn, well maybe a little, but I want you to find someone fast."

"Ger, what the fuck you talking about? Don't talk like that," Nick said all upset, "why did you say that? Is something wrong? Fuck, Ger!"

"I don't know why I said that, Nicky. It's just a feeling I guess. I know it sounds stupid," Gerald apologized realizing how what he said disturbed his lover.

"Ger, if you..." Nick gulped and held Gerald tighter, "If you died I wouldn't want to live anymore."

"Nicky stop, I shouldn't have said anything, I was just having a weird feeling." Gerald rested his head on Nick shoulder.

"I love you Ger and I couldn't make it without you," Nick said as his teenage muscular arms squeezed Gerald tighter than he was before.

"Nicky, you're hurting me," Gerald said to his football hero boyfriend.

"Oh, sorry," Nick said and let go of his lover, but took him in his arms again and kissed his lips. "So don't talk like that anymore, ok?"

"I won't Nicky, and I love you too," Gerald said, but the feeling of something going wrong did not pass. He just decided to keep it to himself.

"Maybe I will tell my dad; he'll understand" he said in his thoughts.

"We better finish up. I have to get things together for the helicopter," Gerald said as Nick lathered up both their bodies.

"I love washing your body like this, Ger."

"I love how you do that to me, too," Gerald said and realized he was getting hard again. "So what you going to do today while I'm gone?" Gerald asked deliberately changing the subject.

"Your dad and I are going to hit the town," Nick said while washing Gerald hard on. He then stepped under the spray of the shower and rinsed his body of the soap.

"Wish I was doing that, instead of going to that beach," Gerald said while rinsing his body. Nick turned off the water.

"You better get dressed. Chase is expecting you."

"Yeah, I know."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

The two boys kissed and got out of the shower.

Later on that day, with both their partners off to Playa Zipolite, Daniel and Nick were busy sightseeing and shopping in Acapulco. But something was still bothering Daniel.

"You been pretty quiet today," Nick said to Daniel.

"Sorry, Nick, I guess I haven't been very good company," Daniel apologized, "I miss Chase and I been having this weird feeling all day."

Nick laughed, "Funny Ger said the same thing this morning."

"He misses Chase?" Daniel joked with a huge grin.

"No, the weird feeling," Nick laughed.

"Really? That's strange."

"Like Father, like Son," Nick said as they walked into a local eatery.

They got a table and Nick sat there with a serious look on his face.

"Now you're being quiet," Daniel said to Nick.

"Oh sorry. I was just thinking about something Ger said this morning," Nick said still daydreaming about his boyfriend.

"What was that?" Daniel asked.

"He said, 'When I die, I want you to find someone else right away'. He didn't say 'If I die', he said 'When I die' like he knows something, and that has me real scared," Nick admitted.

Daniel reached out across the table and grabbed Nick's hand, "You know how he is Nick. He gets all worked up about somethings and who knows what goes through that magnificent brain of his. He'll be ok, we'll all be ok," Daniel said as his mind drifted to earlier when he had that very same feeling only it was Chase he was worried about.

The waiter came up to them and took their order. Not much else was said about Gerald's statement, but it weighed heavy on both their minds.

"Well, tomorrow we join them at that Playa Zipo lighter or something like that," Nick said breaking themselves out of the thoughts of "impending doom".

"Playa Zipolite," Daniel corrected with a grin.

"Whatever," Nick laughed.

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it. Chase talks about this place like its some kind of paradise. Of course, I can only stay a couple days then I have to go back to LA to take care of some business."

"I know," Nick said while looking down at his lunch, "wish you could stay Daniel. It won't be the same without you here. Sometimes I...I think of you as my dad, too."

"Thanks Nick, and who knows, now that gay marriage is a reality in California, I could be your father-in-law, someday," Daniel said with a grin. Nick smiled, but Daniel was astounded at Nick's show of affection for him. "I'll be back when the shoot is just about over and we'll all stay here for a few more days to just have a good time."

"Yeah, Ger, said," Nick remarked, "I miss him. I don't like being away from him."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Daniel said of Chase and his son. "Come on. Let's finish lunch then go shopping. I want to buy one of those big sombreros."

"You're kidding," Nick laughed.

"Nope, I want one to take home," Daniel said as they both laughed and finished up their lunch.

A couple days later, all the models along with Nick and Daniel were transported to Playa Zipolite. The shoot started as soon as the models got there and hair was combed out and makeup applied.

Daniel and Nick pretty much stayed out of everyone's way while they were shooting and filming. Daniel still marveled how Chase just seemed to be in his element in what Daniel still felt was organized chaos.

Gerald seemed to have all the logistics in order including food and lodging for the models and crew. Nick was so proud of Gerald, who at times seemed to be insecure, but here working with Chase, was a picture of self-confidence.

On the second day of the shoot, a torrential rainstorm hit, and Chase decided to take advantage of the downpour. Several models volunteered to shoot in the rain including Cole and Ryan, who posed in some very provocative positions.

Both were wearing white shirts and pants made of some kind of gauze like fabric that became quite transparent when they got wet. Cole and Ryan wore nothing underneath these clothes, so when they got wet they seemed to be more nude than clothed. Chase loved how the two were interacting and continued to take pictures as the rain poured down.

Tad watched the display with a sad heart. Even though, outwardly he was the happy teenage bachelor, having sex with every hot guy he could lay his hands on, he still was carrying quite the torch for Ryan and seeing him posing like that with Cole made it all the more difficult for him. His sadness turned to anger, when Ryan caught him staring, then turned away. Ryan turn away because he was afraid that his stares would give him away. He still felt guilty about what happened between him and Tad and knew he still had strong feeling for him, maybe too strong.

Tad turned around and saw one of the models he had been "playing" with in the past.

"Marco, lets go find a spot and fuck," he whispered boldly to the handsome model.

"Oh yeah," Marco replied, "watching those two is giving me a hard on." Marco laughed, but Tad still kept his somber expression. Marco thought Tad's lack of humor was because he was extra horny.

In the background, Tad took Marco in his arms and kissed him on the lips, making sure Ryan got a good look. No one else noticed because they were too busy watching Cole and Ryan.

Tad took Marco to a secluded corner, away for prying eyes, and pulled his pants down and devoured his hard cock.

"Oh fuck, Tad, god you got a hot mouth," Marco whispered. Tad moved in and out on Marco's cock while rubbing his hands up and down Marco's abs.

Tad dropped Marco's dick from his mouth and stood up and tongue kissed him. "Turn around, I'm gonna fuck you," Tad panted.

"Fuck yeah," Marco said and pulled down Tad's pants and let them fall to the ground. He then turned around spread his legs so Tad could have better access to his rosebud.

Tad spit on his cock several times, then with his finger, found Marco's fuck hole, then slid his dick inside the handsome model.

"God damn, Tad," Marco panted and leaned into Tad to make sure his dick was all the way inside him. Tad wrapped his arms around Marco so he could get better leverage and to grab hold of his cock so he could jack off his friend while fucking him. Tad pounded the handsome model's ass fast and hard. He wanted to cum, he wished Ryan was there to see him do this, but he wasn't. Tad fast approached his orgasm

"Marco," Tad whisper, "I'm ready to shoot. Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Fuck yeah," Marco said. He knew he was close to his orgasm as well and didn't care where he was going to shoot.

"Fuck," Tad said as he began to let go inside Marco's hole. Each thrust let another shot of spunk inside him.

"Fuck," Marco said as his began to blow his wad onto the ground. Tad kept thrusting until he knew there was nothing to give. Marco's dick also gave up the last of his spunk.

"What the fuck!" Chase said when he came around the corner and saw Tad pull his still hard cock out of Marco's ass. He was looking for Tad to do some shots in the rain with the model that was supposed to be his girlfriend.

"Oh fuck," Marco said, "shit Chase, I'm sorry, fuck."

"Don't worry about it. Get out of here. Tad you stay."

Marco pulled up his pants and looked at Tad with sad eyes then ran toward his hotel afraid Chase was going to send him back to LA.

"Don't send him back, it was my fault," Tad said as he pulled up his pants.

"What the hell got into you, Tad?" Chase said softly to his friend.

"I was just horny, Chase and let's leave it at that," Tad said defiantly and began to walk away.

Chase hesitated for a bit, then grabbed Tad's arm preventing him from leaving. He knew the reason his friend was acting this way.

"You know Tad, you gotta get over him. It's killing you and I don't want to see my friend this upset," Chase said.

"It's hard, Chase, it's hard," Tad said as his voice cracked, "I tried, believe me I tried."

"Yeah, I know," Chase said.

"No, you don't know. You have Daniel and there's no way he would just dump you for someone else."

Chase took a deep breath. He knew his friend was right.

"Yeah I guess so, but that doesn't mean I can't feel what you are going through."

Tad looked at his friend and realized his was trying to help.

"Shit...Thanks Chase, but I still love the son-of-bitch and I can't kick it. Fuck, sorry I been acting like a fucking jerk. "

Chase took Tad in his arms, "Yeah you have been a fucking jerk, but I love ya anyway," then he gave Tad a kiss.

"The funny thing about it is, I feel he loves me, still. Stupid huh?"

"Yeah, kinda," Chase laughed and hugged his friend again.

"I really am sorry Chase."

"Ok, now get out there with your 'girlfriend' Tiffany, cause I want you two to get wet too!" Chase said with a laugh, "I had her take off her bra and wear a white shirt, so look a little like you're interested. Oh and take off your shirt. I want them so see that hot bod of yours all wet."

"Yes, boss, I'll just have to pretend Tiffany's a guy though," they both laughed as Tad took off his shirt and started to walk away. "Oh Chase, don't send Marco back. He's a good guy," Tad said.

"I had no intention of sending him back. My rule was for drinking and drugs, not fucking," Chase said with an evil grin.

"Thanks again boss," Tad said, then ran into the deluge after finding Tiffany. Tad, being a fairly competent actor, made it look like he and his "girlfriend" were having a very erotic time. Little did Tiffany know, that what was turning Tad on was thoughts of when he and Ryan were having sex.

Later that afternoon, the heavy rain turned to sunshine. Daniel and Chase were getting ready to board the helicopter back to Acapulco, so Daniel could return to LA the next morning to take care of business.

"Dad!" Gerald called out as his ran to his adopted father before he got on the huge aircraft.

"Gerald, what you doing here," Daniel said over the roar of the helicopter's turbine engines, "We said goodbye at that hotel."

"He wanted to say good bye one more time," Nick yelled. Both young boys were out of breath from running to get to the landing site on time.

"I love you, dad," Gerald cried out. He still had this strange feeling that something bad was going to happen.

"I love you too, son and try not to worry, everything will be fine."

"Ok, but I still wish you were staying here," Gerald shouted.

"I do to, but you know I can't."

"I know."

"Daniel we have to go," Chase shouted, "and little bro, you take care of this group, you're in charge now, no partying. I'll be back early tomorrow morning; have all the models up and ready to shoot by 7AM in that house on the beach, you know what I want and how I want it. And Nick you take care of this guy." Chase said with a smile, and hugged Gerald, then Nick.

Daniel and Chase got in the helicopter and Nick and Gerald watched it take off.

"Ger, you ok? You're still not thinking something bad is going to happen are ya?" Nick asked and he put his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders as they walked back toward town.

"Nah," Gerald lied, "just going to miss my dad."

Nick looked at his boyfriend and knew he was not telling the truth. "Well, let's go to the hotel, I got somethin' here between my legs to take your mind off of things for a while." Both boys laughed as they walked toward their hotel.

The helicopter landed on top of the Fairmont hotel in Acapulco and Daniel and Chase jumped out and walked away from the spinning blades over their heads.

"I'm going to miss you, you know," Chase said as he and Daniel walked down the stairs from the rooftop helipad. Daniel was Chase's sounding board. When ever he felt like things were going bad he would talk with Daniel who made it sound like all would be fine. He would be alone for two weeks with no one to lay his head on.

"Yeah, the house back home will be dead without you, Chase. Damn I wish I didn't have to leave."

They got to their floor and headed for their room when Eduardo the handsome waiter that flirted with Daniel approached them wheeling a cart with a large basket of goodies with a bottle of champagne in the center.

"Good afternoon, Senior Casadini and you too Senior Bell," he said.

"Hi Eduardo," Daniel said then looked at Chase who had a puzzled look on his face.

"Eduardo brought me my breakfast the day you left," Daniel explained.

"Oh this is the guy," Chase said sarcastically, and checked out the handsome young man, "Glad to meet you Eduardo." Daniel opened the door to their room.

"Thank you senior. The champagne is compliments of the hotel," Eduardo said but never took his eyes off of Daniel.

"Well thank the management for us," Daniel said. Chase noticed the way Daniel was looking at Eduardo and smiled.

"Oh, I brought your book for you to sign from me. Remember we talked about it," Eduardo said, still staring at Daniel.

"Yes, yes, I remember," Daniel said. Eduardo had the book opened to the page he wanted Daniel to sign. Daniel smiled, then signed the book next to one of his more daring photos.

"Thank you, Senior Casadini, and you too Senior Bell, please sign. These are your pictures, you do very well."

"Thanks Eddie, didn't think you were going to ask me," Chase said cynically. He took the book and signed his autograph and wrote down his cell phone number as well. In spite of Eduardo flirting with his partner, he felt Eduardo had potential as a model.

"Come see us if you get to LA. I would like to take your picture. You have potential," Chase said while looking at Eduardo.

"Thank you senior, I will do that when I get to Los Angeles," Eduardo said all excited.

Chase gave Eduardo a big tip as he walked him to the door. It was obvious he wanted to stay. Chase noticed the disappointed look on his face, and noticed the strange look on Daniel's face as well, but he opened the door anyway and Eduardo reluctantly left.

"I could invite him back in," Chase said as he locked the door behind Eduardo.

"No, tonight I want you all to myself," Daniel went up to his lover and kissed him on the lips, "after all, it will be over two weeks before we have sex again. Let's go shower."

"Ok babe, you're the boss," Chase said with a grin.

"Beside we could invite him up when I return," Daniel said with a laugh.

"I like the way you think, baby," Chase said as they began to take off their clothes.

That evening, after they made love, they held each other in their arms, both not wanting to go to sleep.

Chase's thoughts were of being there without his lover, while Daniel's thoughts drifted back to the feeling something bad was going to happen. He even considered canceling his trip back to LA, to stay close to the man he loved so much. Eventually they both, drifted off to sleep without letting either one know of their thoughts.

Early the next morning, Chase rented a car to drive Daniel to the airport.

"I'm going to miss the fuck out of you, Daniel," Chase's voice cracked as they drove to the airport terminal.

"I'm going to miss you too, Chase," Daniel said still having those ominous thoughts. He rubbed Chase's thigh.

"Well when you come back the shoot will be over and we will celebrate. I love you Daniel," Chase said as he stopped the car in front of the terminal. Daniel leaned over and put his arms around his lover and they kissed with the passion they always showed for each other. They reluctantly let go, took a deep breath and got out of the car. A chill ran through Daniel's body again.

Chase waited around until the big Mexicana Airbus took off to taking his lover back to LA. Then he got back into the car and drove a short distance to the airport helipad where the helicopter was waiting to take him back to Playa Zipolite.

The flight back to the beach was boring to Chase without his Daniel to keep him company. When the chopper landed, he thanked the pilot and headed toward the beach where they were going to shoot interior shots inside the gothic beach house that Gerald refused to enter.

He walked in the front doors and into the large living room that was abuzz with activity.

"Ok, people, we ready to shoot some picture?" Chase shouted and everyone turned toward him and shouted and clapped.

"Where's Gerald?" Chase said to one of the interns helping out on the project.

"He won't come in," the intern said, "He said this place creeps him out."

"Shit, where is he?" Chase said.

"I think he and Nick are on the beach."

Chase stormed out of the house, but standing right outside was Gerald being led toward Chase by Nick.

"I ain't going in there!" Gerald shouted to Chase.

"Gerald, I need you in there with me, please," Chase begged, "You're the only one who knows what I am thinking in there and what I want and need. Please little bro, come inside."

"I don't know," Gerald said giving way to Chase's appeal.

"I'll be with you Ger. I won't let anything happen to you," Nick said as he put his arm around his lover.

"You better stay close to me," Gerald said to Nick.

"Don't worry I will."

"Thanks Gerald, you too, Nick," Chase said then he too put his arm around his little bro, then he and Nick led him into the house.

"Ok, let's set up for the first living room shoot," Chase shouted as everyone scrabbled into place.

"Gerald, go on upstairs and make sure the master bedroom is set up how we discussed it," Chase said, "You know what I want."

"I ain't goin' up there, again," Gerald protested.

"Come on, Ger, I'll be with you," Nick said as he led Gerald up the wide staircase.

Gerald became more and more apprehensive as they reached the top.

"You're right, this place is creepy," Nick laughed, as the stairs began to creek, "where's the master bedroom?"

"This way," Gerald said as he led Nick toward the main bedroom, "I hate this Nicky. I'm scared." They entered the room and stopped and looked around.

"Wow, look at this room, cool," Nick said.

"Yeah, cool, right," Gerald said sarcastically, "Over there, the blood stain is still there, shit!"

"Relax, Ger. It's just a stain," Nick said trying to reassure his boyfriend. He saw a small throw rug on the floor picked it up and put it over the stain. "See it's gone."

"Nicky, I know it's under that rug!" Gerald said loudly.

"You're hopeless," Nick laughed, "Hey, which way the bathroom; I gotta pee bad."

"Over there," Gerald said reluctantly pointing the way, then Nick went toward the bathroom to take care of business.

"Hurry back, I don't want to be left alone in here," Gerald pleaded.

"I'll pee as fast as I can," Nick laughed.

Gerald stood quietly alone in the master bedroom. The only sound was coming from the wind blowing through the house and Nick peeing in the bathroom. He began to get nervous and paranoid.

Suddenly, Gerald heard a noise coming from within the walls. His head snapped in the direction of the sound. He imagined someone was within the walls crawling around. His heart seemed to stop beating as he held his breath. He heard it again and he began to shake as he started to breathe again, and little beads of sweat ran down his forehead. He heard the noise again, but this time it was coming from a different direction. His head snapped toward that sound.

His eyes fixed on a big crack in the wallboards. He froze and stared at what he could swear was an eye staring back at him from the crack.

"Who...who...who's there?" Gerald said with a shaky voice. He breathed hard and felt like he was going to pass out. No one replied to his question, but the eye still looked back at him. He tried to shout out to Nick, but he couldn't find his voice. He was too terrified to scream. He tried again, his mouth opened, but nothing came out. He was in a cold sweat when he tried again, but this time he let out a loud yell.

"Nickyyyy!" Gerald shouted and burst into the bathroom just as Nick finished relieving himself. He clutched his arms around Nick from behind.

"Ger, what's wrong, I can't put my dick in my pants with you holding my arms down," Nick said loudly.

"Someone's in the bedroom, I heard him walking in the walls. Nicky get me out of here!" It was obvious the young man was scared stiff.

Nick managed to put his dick back into his trousers without Gerald letting go of him.

"There can't be anyone in the walls, Ger, use your head," Nick scolded.

"I know what I fucking heard and saw!" Gerald snapped back.

"What did you hear and see?" Nick asked as he managed to turn around in his lover's arms and kissed him, then tried to lead him into the bedroom to investigate what was going on.

"Nicky, no, don't let me go back in there," Gerald protested and pulled back.

"Ger, I'm here, nothing's going to happen to you," Nick reassured his lover, then put his arm around his shoulders and proceed to walk him into the room, "Now tell me what you heard."

"I heard someone walking in the walls," Gerald started.

"That could just be rats or mice or something like that, Ger. This is an old house, it got shit like that in it."

"But I saw his eye staring at me over there," Gerald said still obviously terrified and pointed to the wide crack in the wall across the room, but the eye was gone.

"I don't see anything," Nick said as he walked up to the crack and put his face to the wall, where his eye was lined up with the crack. He moved in closely and looked in.

"I still don't see noth... What the?... Ahhhhh! My eye, my eye!" Nick shouted and covered his eye with his hand and kept screaming.

"Nicky!" Gerald shouted in a panic and ran up to his boyfriend, just as Nick burst out laughing and took his hand from his perfectly fine eye.

"You bastard, I hate you," Gerald yelled and punched Nick in the chest, "that's a sick joke!"

"I know I couldn't help it, Ger, sorry," Nick said still laughing, "Besides what you saw was a reflection of a piece of metal in the wall...see," Nick urged Gerald to look in.

"Fuck you, I ain't lookin' in there, I hate you," Gerald said.

"I know, but Ger, look, no one could possible be in that small space." Gerald, who was showing visible signs of fear and apprehension, went up to his lover and put his arms around him.

"Take me out of here Nicky, please," Gerald whispered close to tears.

"Ger, everything is ok, there is no one that small that could be in between the walls. Now you need to get hold of yourse..."

Nick was interrupted by a sound that seemed like it was coming from the walls. Nick's eyes widened and he held Gerald tighter.

"Am I disturbing something?" one of the lightening technicians said as he entered the room." Both Nick and Gerald jumped.

"Ah, no, we just thought we heard something," Nick said relieved to see the technician and not some tiny crazed, wall crawling killer.

"Come on in Dick," Gerald said as he let go of his boyfriend.

"Where do you want this set up? Chase said you'd know," Dick said referring to the large light he was holding.

"I don't know...Nicky get me out of here, now!" Gerald snapped. Nick looked at his boyfriend and saw terror in his eyes.

"Ok come on," Nick said as he led his boyfriend out of the bedroom and down the staircase.

"Where do you want me to put these lights?" Dick yelled from the top of the stairs, but no one answered him.

"Is everything set up there?" Chase said as he saw Nick and Gerald coming down the stairs. Gerald was quiet and headed for the door.

"I gotta get him out of here, Chase. He's really scared," Nick said as they passed him.

"Shit," Chase said, "Gerald wait." Chase went up to Gerald and put his arms around him.

"I can't stay here Chase," Gerald insisted and put his head on his big brother's shoulder.

"Gerald, I was serious when I said I need you here. You're my right hand and I can't do this without you," Chase pleaded, then whispered in his ear, "I'm this close to a breakdown, little bro. Please help me. You're the only one I can rely on."

Gerald looked in Chase's eyes and saw them well up. Chase was serious about his anxiety and Gerald could tell. Gerald grabbed Chase and held him tight. He never saw Chase look scared before.

"I'm sorry big bro. I wont leave you. I swear," Gerald said sympathetically.

"Thanks little bro," is all Chase said then let go of the young man and took a deep breath, afraid he would breakdown and cry.

"Ok people," Chase turned and shouted, "Let's shoot a few more down here then go upstairs," Chase continued, then his voice got softer, "where my little brother is going to make sure everything is ok." Gerald smiled then he and Nick walked up the stairs.

By the time they got to the top of the stairs, Gerald seemed to snap out of his angst and told the technician where and how Chase would want the room lit. He never let go of Nick's hand though.

Before long, several more techs entered the room. Gerald told them where to set things up. When they finished, Nick and Gerald quietly stood in the background.

"Safety in Numbers," Gerald said as Chase entered the room with a few of the male models who laid on the bed clad only in underpants of various styles to show off the Union Clothes new line of men's underwear.

"Ok guys," Chase said, "I know you are all hot, but I don't want to see any hard-on's. If you feel you are getting hard, think of fucking your mother, that should do it."

Everyone laughed and seemed to relax. No one got a hard-on either.

Chase felt good and content with himself. The past two and a half weeks of the Union Clothes shoot seemed to go by quickly, although, as it was happening, he thought time dragged on. He surprised himself on just what he could accomplish. The models all acted professionally, even though he did catch Tad and another one of the male models getting it on, at least no one got drunk. Then too he had to deal with Gerald's paranoia about that house, but with the help of Nick, he got Gerald under control. Chase didn't know how he would have gotten though this without Gerald's help.

He smiled and thought of the most fun part of the shoot for him, which was taking action pictures of Charlie and Kimo surfing, who then tried to look natural modeling Union Clothes' new line of surf wear. He also felt good that he got a chance to get in the water and surf, and impressed the models with his surfing expertise.

They all got a big laugh at how awkward Charlie and Kimo were in front of the camera, but when Chase downloaded the pictures to his laptop, he couldn't get over how great Charlie and Kimo came out.

He figured that would really add something special to the catalog he was shooting. He also felt that what he was doing was not just an ordinary clothing catalog. He was shooting a photo book that just happens to sell clothes. To him he was creating a work of art.

Chase had no problem leaving Playa Zipolite for the excitement of Acapulco, though. He wouldn't admit it, especially to Gerald, but that place really did creep him out.

Chase sat in the hotel bar with Charlie and Michael and several of the models. Cole and Ryan had gone up to their room to celebrate in private. Gerald and Nick, who went up to their own room, weren't that subtle. They just wanted to have sex.

Chase kept looking at his watch. Daniel was due back in about two hours and the time just seemed to creep along. He wanted to meet Daniel at the airport, but Daniel wanted him to be naked in bed with he got there. This thought caused Chase's dick to harden.

"Congratulations, Chase," Clark said as he entered the bar, "congratulations to all of you," he said turning to the models. Chase instantly snapped out of his sexual fantasy.

Everyone cheered and toasted Clark, then toasted Chase who felt good, but wished Daniel was there with him to help in the celebration, but it still would be 2 more hours before he got here. Only 5 minutes went by since the last time he looked at his watch.

A big party was planned for the models and the crew, the next day. But for tonight, it was time to just contemplate what they all accomplished.

Chase sat down at the bar and within a short period of time, people started to leave for their rooms. The Fairmont Hotel was very different than the accommodations they had at Playa Zipolite.

Tad, Jason and Rusty gave Chase a hug before they left to party at one of the many gay bars in Acapulco. PJ was on the phone talking with his boyfriend Juan, but was going to join his friends to go dancing.

Michael and Charlie left to freshen up in their suite, but planned to meet up later in the evening with Chase and Daniel for a midnight drink. Before too long Chase was sitting in the bar all by himself. The only other person there was the bartender... or so he thought.

Chase liked the quiet of the bar, even the music stopped, "If only Daniel were here," he said to himself. He looked at his watch and still there was another hour and a half before his lover would get there. He thought about his life and Daniel and how they all changed and how good he felt and how much he missed holding him. He vowed never to be away from him that long again.

"Hey, Carlos," Chase said to the bartender, "another Gin and Tonic, por favor."

"Si, patron, coming up," the bartender said.

"Thanks, I gotta hit the head," Chase said as he got up and went to the bathroom.

The bartender finished mixing Chase's drink and put it on the bar where he was sitting before he left for the bathroom. Then Carlos went to the backroom of the bar to get supplies and check why the music wasn't playing.

Out of the shadows of the dimly lit and empty bar came a dark figure, who slithered up to Chase's barstool, reached into his little black bag, took out a small pill, and dropped it into Chase's drink. He watched the pill fizz as it quickly dissolved. He smiled, then slithered to the backroom to an unsuspecting bartender.

He snuck up behind the unwary Carlos and wrapped his left arm around the bartender's neck. In an instant, his free hand snapped the blade of his stiletto, and with one swoop, guided the blade from one end of Carlos' throat to the next, sending a fountain of blood shooting out in front of him. He let go of the bartender, who fell to the floor. His body quivered and gurgling sounds came from his mouth as he drowned in his own blood.

The dark figure stood over the body and waited for the spasms to stop. He smiled when Carlos gasped out his last breath.

Seeing his hands and knife were covered in blood, he went to the backroom sink turned on the hot water and slowly washed his hands. He watched as the blood washed down the drain.

"No witnesses," he said out loud. He smiled, as he looked at the bartender's lifeless body lying in a large pool of his own blood. He was pleased with himself so far.

He then peeked out into the bar, "Good Chase is not back yet," he said, so he stood there and waited.

When Chase finally came from the bathroom, he sat down on his barstool, then took a look at his watch.

"Shit," he said to himself as he took at long gulp of his tainted gin and tonic, "time is just fucking dragging." He took another big drink of the beverage. "This tastes funny," he said to himself, but took another big drink anyway. He looked at the glass and noticed some residue at the bottom. He took one more long drink, nearly emptying the glass.

Chase began to feel dizzy. He looked around for the bartender, but he was nowhere around. His dizziness increased and his vision became blurred. He tried to stand up, but slipped back down to his stool dropping his drink to the floor. He could barely hear the crash as the glass hit the tile.

"What the fuck is going on? Carlos where are you?" Chase called out, "what the fuck did you put in that drink?" Chase became disorientated and found it hard to breath.

"Are you ok?" Chase heard a strange voice say to him.

"Is that you Carlos? Fuck I don't feel well," Chase gasped.

"Let me help you to your room."

"Is that you Carlos?" Chase asked a second time. He couldn't focus his eyes in the dark bar. He tried to stand up and nearly fell over again, but was grabbed by a pair of strong arms.

"Let me help you."

"Yeah, I need to lay down, who are you?" Chase asked, but found it difficult to talk.

The stranger didn't answer he just took Chase's arm and wrapped it around his shoulder, picked up his black bag and led him toward the elevator. The stranger waited to make sure there was no one else waiting in the lobby for the lift up to their rooms.

"The coast is clear," he said to himself, then walked Chase toward the bank of elevators and pressed the up button. The familiar ding of the approaching elevator was heard and the stranger helped Chase toward it as the doors opened. They stepped in.

"Fuck I feel sick. Who are you?" Chase repeated as the door closed and the elevator began its ascent. He felt like he was loosing consciousness and struggled to stay on his feet.

"Where's your key?" he asked calmly. Chase reached into his pocket and took out the key. He looked up at the man holding him and was about to hand it to him when the stranger grabbed it.

"What are you doing?" Chase said and stared at the man and tried to focus his eyes. Everything was blurry, but he felt he knew this person. He breathed hard as they got to the 15th floor. The elevator doors opened and Chase could hardly walk to his room. He looked again at the man and for a brief second his eyes clear up.

"Oh fuck no, you're Andreas," Chase said as he was helplessly dragged into his hotel room.

In the room next door, Ryan and Cole were lying in bed in the spoon position, happy at how the shoot went.

"When we get back to LA, I want you to seriously think about moving in with me," Cole said, as he kissed the back of Ryan's neck, "if you're still not sure, I won't ask you again."

"Don't be like that Cole. Can't we just leave things the way they are right now?" Ryan answered.

"I love you Ryan and I want us to take the next step," Cole said then kissed the top of his boyfriend's head. Ryan turned his head around to look into Cole's eyes.

"I love you too, but..."

"No, buts, Ryan, it's either yes or no," Cole said then kissed his lips and they let their passions take over.

Cole began to lick the back of Ryan neck then moved to the side, twirling his tongue. He moved to Ryan ear and plunged it deep inside.

"Oh damn," Ryan panted, "Fuck me Cole."

Cole reached around for the lube, then coated his huge dick without moving from the spoon position. Ryan lifted one leg as Cole buried his cock deep inside Ryan's eager hole. Cole held onto Ryan's outstretched leg as he began to pump in and out of the handsome model with the curly blond hair.

"I love you, Ryan," Cole quivered as he pumped more aggressively.

"Oh god fuck me, Cole," Ryan said as he pushed his buttocks into Cole's thrusts.

Cole reach over and grabbed onto Ryan's very rigid cock and began to beat him off in rhythm to his pumps. He wanted them both to reach their orgasms at the same time.

As Cole, pumped Ryan's hole, he ran his fingers over the tip and crown of Ryan prick, sending shivers through Ryan's body.

"Oh fuck, Cole, you're gonna make me cum," Ryan gasped as Cole increase the thrusts inside his hole and moved his hand faster on Ryan's cock.

"I love you, move in with me, goddamn it," Cole whispered in Ryan's ear as he rammed harder inside him.

"Yeah, yeah, I will, fuck!" Ryan called out.

Cole smiled as he began to feel his orgasm churn inside his ballsack. Ryan on the other hand had just about reached the point of no return.

"Oh fuck," Ryan cried, "I'm gonna cum." With that, Cole stopped pumping but left his hard cock deep inside Ryan, where it pushed against his prostate.

"Cum for me baby," Cole whispered just as Ryan's spunk exploded out his pee slit all over the sheets and down Cole's hand.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ryan puffed as he cummed over and over.

Cole let go of Ryan's cock and brought his hand up to Ryan's mouth and Ryan began to lick it clean while Cole began to pump harder and harder, faster and faster inside his lover's ass.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ryan said, "you feel so good!"

"Yeah, babe, I'm gonna cum inside you. Oh shit!" Cole cried out as he shot inside Ryan hole until his ass could not hold anymore and began to pour out onto the sheets.

Both men began to settle down as they figured they were spent. Cole held onto Ryan, happy that he agreed to move in with him.

Ryan, on the other hand, felt he was making a mistake.

In the next room, Andreas nudged Chase from his drug induced sleep. Chase opened his eyes, then tried to move, but he couldn't. He realized he was lying naked face down with his hands and feet spread out and tied tightly to the four corners of the bed with a pillow under his head.

"What the fuck," Chase said as he lifted his head and struggled to get loose of the ropes, but he felt weak and confused.

"You'll never get loose. The more you struggle the worse you will make it," Andreas said as he stood out of Chase's view.

"Why you doing this?" Chase said and continued to thrash about.

"Because you took my Gerald away from me, now its time for payback," Andreas said calmly. He leaned down and whispered in Chase ear, "First I'm going to fuck you, then I'm going to slit your throat. But I will wait for that boyfriend of yours so he could watch you die. Then I'm going to slit his throat," Even as drugged as he was, Chase could tell by Andreas' tone, he was dead serious. He began to kick and pull more violently, but it made things worse as the ropes began to cut into his wrists and ankles.

"You fucking bastard," Chase yelled out.

Andreas grabbed his stiletto, snapped the blade, then grabbed Chase by the hair and pulled his head back and put the knife to his throat.

"AHHHH," Chase yelled out.

"One more scream like that and I kill you right now," Andreas shouted louder than Chase's scream. Spittle from his mouth splashed across the side of Chase's face as he held onto his hair.

"Please don't," Chase begged, as he realized this mad man was serious. He didn't want to die, he had too much to live for now. His mind flashed, thinking of Daniel and what he would go though watching him die this horrid, gruesome death.

In the room next door, Ryan was half asleep and thought he heard something. He sat up in bed, but thought it might just be some noise from outside. He laid back down and tried to sleep again. Cole was a heavy sleeper and didn't budge.

"Do you understand," Andreas' said to Chase trying to control his temper. "I have it all planned out on how I'm going to do this. When Daniel gets back I'm going surprise him when he comes in that door and tie him to a chair, then in front of him I'm going to fuck you." The more Andreas talked about his plan the more mad he seemed to get. "Then, ever so slowly, I will slit your throat so that boyfriend of yours could watch as your blood drains the life from your body. Then I will go up to him and slit his throat so I could have the joy of watching him die."

"No, please don't," Chase said with a shaky voice. He was scared, more scared than he ever was in his entire life and he was helpless to do anything about it.

"Then my Gerald will come back to me," Andreas said as if he was speaking to no one. His diluted mind was completely gone now. "I miss him so much," he said, "I'm doing this for you, Gerald."

Andreas stood and watched as Chase struggled to get loose.

"Please don't kill me," Chase said, he didn't want to die and didn't want his lover to die either, "I'll do anything you say, just don't kill me."

"So, the brave surfer is just a little boy pleading for his life," Andreas taunted, "Plead some more!" The blade of Andreas' stiletto pressed tightly against Chase's throat.

"Please don't," Chase said disgusted with himself for the way he was groveling for his life.

"Please what?" Andreas said.

"Please, don't kill me. I want to live, please don't."

Andreas laughed loudly as he ran his hand over Chase's naked back and buttock.

"You have a very nice ass," Andreas said softly. Chase stopped his battle, then realized he was naked with his legs spread wide open. He turned and stretched his neck and saw Andreas was naked too and very erect. He couldn't believe this was the man he idolized and wanted to model his career after. Nothing was left of that man.

Chase began to squirm as Andreas moved closer to him.

"Yes, very nice ass indeed," Andreas said while running his finger closer to Chase rosebud. "Maybe I will fuck you now, then again when Daniel comes in," Andreas said as he lay on top of the helpless young man.

"Please no!" Chase shouted.

Chase was squirming so much Andreas had a difficult time mounting the surfer, so he pushed on the back of Chase's head and smashed his face into the pillow causing Chase to relax his sphincter muscle. Then he rammed himself inside Chase's dry rosebud, with no lube, or even spit to soften the blow. Chase couldn't handle the pain and he screamed into the pillow with clinched fists and pulled on his ropes. He couldn't breath, but just as he felt himself about to pass out, Andreas let up for just a second. It was just enough time for Chase to lift his head, gasp for air, and cry out again only twice as loud as before.

"Ahhhhhh!" echoed off the walls.

"What was that?" Ryan said out loud as he sat up in bed in the room next door and woke up Cole from his sound sleep.

"What's wrong?" Cole said.

"Did you hear that, did you hear that?" Ryan said.

"I didn't hear anything," Cole said barely awake.

"I know I heard Chase yell," Ryan insisted.

"Maybe he's having sex," Cole said sleepily.

"I know what he sounds like when he has sex and that's not it!" Ryan said all agitated.

Chase couldn't help it but he gave off another loud yell, before Andreas buried Chase's face in the pillow again.

"I told you to shut up!" Andreas yelled, then rammed himself inside Chase again.

This time Cole heard the loud yell and a muffled voice.

"Shit, I heard it that time. Something's wrong," Cole said, now wide awake, and both he and Ryan jumped out of bed, put on their shorts and T-shirts, then went up to the door that adjoined their rooms to listen. They held their breath as they placed their ear to the door.

Ryan listened and heard a strange voice and Chase yell out again. He looked over at Cole who had a terrified look on his face. Cole took his ear from the door and began to breath fast. He recognized the voice.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

"Oh god," Cole said afraid to say anything to Ryan, but instead went to the phone and dialed.

"Gerald," Cole said into the phone.

"Yeah," Gerald said when he answered.

"Who's that?" Nick asked.

"What?" Gerald said into the phone, "How can that be? I'll be right there with his spare key."

"Ger, what's going on?" Nick said when he saw his boyfriend face.

Gerald stood there with a stunned look on his face, "Oh, Nicky, Cole thinks Andreas is in Chase's room," Gerald said trying to stay calm, "we gotta get there." Gerald began to panic.

"Shit," Nick shouted as he got up and began to put a on a shirt and shorts.

Gerald grabbed one of Nick's white T-shirts, then his shorts, grabbed the spare key to Chase's room and headed for the door. Nick grabbed his arm.

"Everything is going to be ok, Ger." Gerald looked into Nick's eyes, not believing a word he said. Nick thought of what Gerald was saying the past few days, "Is this the bad thing he was worried about?" Nick said to himself.

They both took a deep breath and walked out into the hall just as Cole and Ryan came from their room. At the same time the elevator door opened and Tad, Jason, Rusty and PJ stepped out, back from partying in town.

"Hey, party in the hall," Jason shouted out with a laugh, but quickly noticed the serious look on everyone's face.

"What's goin' on?" Tad asked, concerned about the worried look on his friends faces, especially Gerald's.

"He's in there," Gerald said.

"Who's in there?" Tad asked with a puzzled looked.

"Andreas," Gerald whispered.

"Fuck, what the hell we standing here for. Why ain't we doing something?" Tad cried out. He too began to panic. He had heard the story about the madman many times and knew they had to do something and fast.

"Who's Andreas?" Rusty asked.

"A nut case," Nick answered.

"Shouldn't we call the police?" PJ asked.

It was then that Eduardo came walking down the hallway rolling a cart of food from one of the rooms.

"Is there something wrong in Senior Bell's room?" Eduardo asked seeing the group of worried men.

"Call the police there's a crazy man in that room," Gerald said.

"But the police are already here. Someone had murdered Carlos the bartender."

"What," the all said.

Cole quickly put two and two together, "He's in there, the murderer is in there, get the police up here, now!" he shouted.

"Si, senior," Eduardo said then took out his cell phone and called the desk.

Then the elevator doors opened again and this time out stepped Charlie, Michael...and Daniel.

"Look who we found in the lobby," Michael said gleefully.

Daniel stopped and looked at his friends as they stood by the door to his and Chase's room.

"Hi everyone," Daniel said as his friends all stared at him. Gerald went up to him and put his arms around him.

"Oh dad, we think Andreas is in there with Chase," Gerald said.

"Huh? What?" Daniel said as a chill ran through his body.

"Daniel, I'm pretty sure he's in there," Cole added.

"What the fuck we waiting for?" Charlie called out.

"Easy Charlie," Michael said.

Daniel grabbed the key Gerald was holding and moved toward the door. His heart was beating fast and he was trying desperately to not go into a panic attack. "I knew it, I knew it," he said to himself referring to his feeling of something bad.

"Ok on the count of three, we'll rush in," Cole said standing next to Daniel.

"Dad, I'm scared," Gerald said as Nick put his arm around him.

"Everything will be ok," Daniel said unconvincingly.

"Ok," Cole started, "1...2...3," he yelled and Daniel put in the key and swung the door open. The whole group charged in, but stopped in their tracks. Everyone held their breaths at the site the saw. Daniel stopped breathing.

Andreas was still mounted inside Chase, but pulled out when everyone barged in, then jumped off him. This gave Chase a chance to breath because Andreas was holding his face into the pillow. Chase lifted his head up and gave a loud gasped for air as his eyes watered and snot ran from his nose and saliva spilled from his mouth.

"Help me! Help me!" Chase cried out.

Before anyone could do anything, Andreas grabbed Chase by the hair again, took hold of the stiletto, snapped the blade and held it to Chase's throat.

"Ahhh, please," Chase yelled as snot and spittle flew from his lips.

Andreas' eyes were ablaze with madness as they wildly looked at the group of people who charged into the room.

"You come any closer, I'll slit his throat like I did that bartender!" Andreas yelled.

"No, no, Don't!!" Daniel shouted out. "Andreas, why are you doing this?" Daniel said in desperation. "Leave him be and take me. It's me you want," Daniel pleaded, "it's me you're pissed at."

"Who are you?" Andreas yelled, as his knife pressed the flesh of Chase's neck. He was too confused to recognize Daniel. His eyes moved from person to person unable to tell who's who.

"We could rush him, Daniel," Nick whispered loudly.

"No," Daniel said with urgency.

"Now I know who you are," Andreas said, "You're that bastard Daniel. What have you done with my Gerald!!?" Andreas yelled and went into a rage, then pulled Chase's hair up higher ready to slit his throat.

"I'M HERE!" Gerald shouted.

"No Gerald, stop," Daniel said.

"Ger, no," Nick whisper then grabbed Gerald's arm, but Gerald pulled from his grasp.

"Is that you my Gerald? Is it really you?" Andreas said as he calmed down. He let go of Chase and retracted the blade of the stiletto, but kept the knife in his hand. Gerald walked toward Andreas. No one wanted to make a move as long as he was still close to Chase with the knife in his hand, but Gerald kept moving closer to him.

"Yeah, Andreas it's me," Gerald said trying to stay calm himself.

"Gerald don't go to close to him," Daniel said. Gerald realized what he was doing and stopped in his tracks.

"They took you from me. Why did you go?" Andreas pleaded.

"I was wrong. I should have come back to you," Gerald said as Andreas began to walk closer to him. Gerald's intention was to get the knife from Andreas' hand.

"Yes, you were very bad, Gerald," Andreas said as if in a trance.

"Yeah, I was. Give me the knife and let's go home so you could punish me like you used to," Gerald said while staring into Andreas' eyes.

Andreas didn't say anything. He just stared back at Gerald. At first his stares were blank, as if he was looking right though the young man in front of him. Then his look became more pained.

"We can't go back. It's too late for that, too much has changed," Andreas said as he got dangerously close to the young man. That's when Gerald heard a click, then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He didn't know what it was but the pain became more intense. He wanted to scream out. He looked down, and saw the blade from Andreas' stiletto slide from his stomach and blood begin to wick out the wound up his white tee shirt. Gerald grabbed his stomach. It hurt, it hurt bad.

No one saw or heard what happened until Gerald turned around.

"Dad, Nicky!!" Gerald cried out as he held out his bloodied hands, took one step forward, and fell into Nick's arms and all hell broke loose.

"Nooooo!" Daniel called out when he saw his son fall, but was distracted by Andreas as he turned around, holding the knife over his head, and headed toward Chase.

Daniel heard nothing. His focus was completely on Andreas. He leaped over the bed to intercept the madman. At the same time Cole, saw what was happening and dove toward Andreas and both he and Daniel hit Andreas' naked body at the same time.

The massive blow from both the muscled men took Andreas by surprise. It turned him around just as they hit him and the knife flew from his hand and his body crashed, back first, through the closed patio door, causing a deafening sound of shattering glass, distracting everyone in the room who then turned toward that direction.

Surprisingly, Andreas did not fall to the ground, but stood in the middle of the balcony. Daniel and Cole stared in horror as Andreas froze in his tracks with a large piece of glass protruding from the top of his head. Blood from the head wound ran down his face, and continued down his chest and to the glass covered patio floor where blood was coming from his bare feet as he stood on the sharp pieces of glass.

"Cat in the Hat," Daniel said to himself noticing that piece of glass lodged in Andrea's head was in the shape of a small hat from the Dr. Seuss story. His first instinct was to laugh, but the sight was so gruesome he almost vomited. He put his hand over his mouth to prevent that from happening. Daniel could swear part of Andreas' brain was oozing through the wound.

Andreas just stood there for what seemed like a long time, but was just a matter of seconds. But it wasn't until he turned around that the real horror let itself be known. Glass riddled nearly every inch of the back side of his body. Some pieces were small, some were large and stuck in this back and neck and buttock and legs like the stiletto that flew from his hand a minute ago.

Blood was flowing from each of the wounds. He began to walk across the balcony leaving crimson footsteps as he slowly ambled with bare feet through the pieces of glass on the floor to the balcony's railing. He stopped, realizing he couldn't go any further, and without looking down climbed over the metal barrier opening up several of the wounds as the glass that stuck in his body scrapped on the metal and broke off. He didn't winch or yell out in pain. He just stared straight ahead as his feet came to rest on the other side of the railing. His eyes looked down the 15 floors, past the trees and to the ground. His bloody hands gripped tighter on the rail. The piece of glass that was stuck in his head, dislodged and fell those 15 floors to the hard concrete below around the pool. They barely hear the sound as it hit the ground. Andreas looked up at Daniel and Cole who were still staring at him in disbelief. The blood from the head wound was now pouring twice as fast now that the piece of glass was no longer there.

"He's already dead, Daniel," Cole said, "What happened to the man I fell in love with years ago." Cole's voice cracked as he remembered better days when Andreas was not the madman he turned into. "All his fame was too much for him, I think."

Daniel walked up to Andreas and stood there and stared at the grotesque sight of this man with glass all over his body and blood running down it like something from a Wes Craven horror movie. He reached out to touch Andreas, but Andreas grabbed onto Daniel's shirt and began to pull him forward closer to the railing. But Andreas was weak and couldn't hold on as Daniel latched on to his bloody wrist and pulled it from his shirt. Daniel held onto the madman, torn whether to pull him to safety.

Daniel looked into Andreas' eyes that were staring right back into his. There was no expression on his zombie like face. Daniel held Andreas' fate in his hands and Andreas seemed to know it.

It was now Daniel's turn to be in a daze. Andreas was becoming weaker and his legs were giving way as Daniel held onto him.

"You don't have the balls," Andreas said weakly, finally speaking and taunting the man holding him from falling.

"I can't let you hurt my family anymore Andreas," Daniel whispered, "I can't. Oh God forgive me".

Tears ran down Daniel's face when he let go of Andreas' bloody hands and watched as he began to fall down toward the trees below with his arms and legs flaying, but no sound was coming from his mouth. No sound that is, until his body hit the spear like branches of the tree, impaling him from his back out his chest. Another branch stuck in the back of his head and protruded through his neck. He groaned his last breath as his body twitched and his seed flowed from his flaccid penis. Death was his ultimate orgasm.

Daniel watched from above as the screams from people on the ground broke him out of his daze.

"Oh god what have I done, oh god, oh god!" Daniel yelled out as he began to panic and wipe Andreas's blood from his hands onto his shirt.

"Daniel!" Cole cried out as he grabbed his friend by the shoulders, "you did what you had to do for your family." Cole looked a panicked Daniel in the eyes.

"But..."

"No 'buts' Daniel. You have a partner and a son in that room that needs you more than ever right now. Only you and I know what happened here, and I promise I won't tell anyone, not ever Ryan." Daniel looked into Cole's eyes and realized how sincere he was.

"But...I...," Daniel said still not convinced he could live with this guilt. Cole put his arms around him and held him tight.

"You'll be alright, Daniel. Let's get in there, they need you," Cole said, then he led Daniel from the bedlam of the balcony into the chaos and uncertainty of the hotel room.

"Oh my god," Cole said when he saw the scene in front of them.

Daniel's heart fell into his shoes. His partner, the man he loved more than anything in the world, was lying on the bed shivering in Charlie's arm calling out Daniel's name. Bloodstains were on the bed from Andreas' brutal attack on to the young photographer. Charlie had put a towel at Chase's bleeding rectum, then covered his naked body with a blanket to keep him warm. A stunned Daniel then looked over at Gerald who was lying on the floor.

"Oh, no, oh no, no, no," Daniel said, then looked at his lover again.

"Go to him, Daniel, I'll take care of Chase," Charlie called out. Daniel hesitated, "Go," Charlie yelled.

Daniel turned and went to his son. His jaw dropped as he stood over him. The once white T-shirt he wore was now deep crimson red from the wound in his stomach. His face was white and blood was coming from his mouth.

"Gerald, don't swallow the blood. Spit it out," Michael said as he attempted to stop the flow of blood from the wound. He knew if Gerald tried to swallow the blood he would choke. Daniel's heart seemed to stop. He felt he was going into a panic attack.

"Daniel," Michael called out, but Daniel was frozen, "Daniel! Let him know you are here," Michael said knocking him out of his imminent panic attack. Daniel crouched down so his son could see him.

"Gerald, I'm here," Daniel said softly and reached for his bloody hand. He then looked at Nick who was trying to keep himself together as he continued to hold on to his young lover.

"I won't let you go, Ger, I won't let you go," Nick repeated as he held onto his young boyfriend.

Gerald turned is head slightly and saw his dad and gave a half smile. Then the smile disappeared from his face and his eyes began to close.

"Gerald, stay with me buddy," Michael called out, "Gerald, don't go to sleep... GERALD!"

To be Continued.