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`See The Good In All Things' 21
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
(Derek's book signing event)
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Braddock's had originally opened on a lesser avenue of importance, but four years ago moved to a location with massive floor space. Larger than any of the Braddock's store in the New York Metro area, it now takes up a city block along 34th Street.
A six floor building, the two lower floors are designated retail space.
Third floor, new fashion, reserved for those who can afford to shell out big bucks for the latest in new creations from designers of today. Entry is by invitation only!
Fourth floor is the personal gym of Stephen Braddock, shared by his partner, Alex Nouguet. However, due to his partners passing, Alex hasn't stepped into the gym for a couple of years now.
Fifth floor has the likeness of a hotel, housing overnight guests who choose to take Stephen up on his hospitality.
The sixth floor splits into two spacious dwellings, which originally was one penthouse suite. At the time of the purchase of half share of Stephen's business, Alex felt amused about it remaining one large living space. With more of a conservative view of having a married relationship, Alex preferred a separate compartment, whereas he and Kyle could have their own privacy. It was also suggested, by Alex, the wall of division be made sound proof, as he knew the wild and crazy sex parties Stephen could conjure up, mixed with a little S&M. It could get 'loud'!
When Alex came up with the idea that the wall should be sound protected, Stephen took it a bit further, having an architect draw up plans to separate the penthouse suites with a swimming pool, hot tub, sauna, other amenities and a garden.
Looking up at Braddock's, of the penthouse, all Conor can see are trees rising above the roof line.
With the Rolls still in 'D', but foot on the brake, Conor peers out of the drivers window and up the face of Braddock's store, "oh great. Where do we park?"
The windows were tinted, but Conor is startled by a tap on the window, a figure in his view.
A policeman with a friendly smile says, "you can leave it right there, son."
Feeling frivolous, Conor says, "thanks, dad!"
The officer stood there for a moment. Perhaps it was on his mind, how this ginger-blond could perform, better on his knees, than sitting behind the wheel.
He taps the window ledge, then notices a passenger, "oh, you have someone with you?"
Literally throwing the Rolls in park, a clicking of the shifter, Conor has momentary thought, it needs fixin'. He breaks off the cops fixation, "I'm parked. Next?"
Expecting the door to swing open and rather than have the handle pounce him in the nuts, the cop stands back, with a humble, "thanks for that. My balls really appreciate it."
'There'. A connection had been made, even though both were going on a hunch, Conor responding with both smile and, "I'm sure I can think of a way you can thank me on your knees, pops?"
A long time ago, in an Ireland far, far away, Conor in his youth had experienced a life of a father-son relationship, though in place of a real father, his older brother had placed him under his tutledge. It wasn't a happy sibling union, Conor often forced to his knees to service 'Sean' and his friends. When that time passed, growing older, the situation rectifying itself, Conor grew to be the one pressing guys into blowjob duty. From dozens of tonguings, he has crafted the ways and means by which he likes to have his balls, ass and cock worked.
However, thoughts like that would have to be saved to a day other than Derek's book-signing, "hm, about the knees, we'd have to do battle over that position, if you know what I mean?"
With confidence Conor responds, "I welcome the challenge, but don't trouble yourself about putting too much effort into it."
They weren't seeing eye to eye on the matter. A stalemate was reached.
"Well, are you going to stand there all day officer, or give me your cell?"
The cop had the same idea, but it didn't matter that Conor came up with it first, "my balls are churning at the thought of whipping your ass!"
While typing, introducing himself as he spells it out, "Conor. Finn, by thenOfficer Bogdanic, you'll be calling me 'Sir'!"
He was taken aback, thinking he had gotten through to Conor and in taking back his iPhone, "that remains to be seen." Pocketing the cell, he gets one more dig in, "you can call me Andrej for now, but the term will change after I turn you into my sex-slave!"
Leaning over the seat on his belly, Justin says, "you want my number too. Andrej?"
Conor intercepts Justin's phone, saying, "now there's a thought, officer, you on your knees servicing two shafts, followed by being taken at both ends!"
Since 'dignatay' traffic began to build behind the Rolls, Andrej says, "remains to be seen."
It was comical, to see Conor get out on his side, grabbing Justin's hand and literally pulling him out of the vehicle.
Smiling, Justin says, "thanks."
He wasn't sure, Conor not having a pair of teen lips on his cock in a long while, "hm, we'll have to think about that one."
Even though Justin didn't know much about being gay, having lived a straight-sheltered life, he had a hunch about the police officer, Conor and the interaction between the two, "will it really come to that, Conor?"
"What?" Conor questions, with Justin on his heels.
"Like, how can an older guy be interested in a young guy like me?"
Conor had a plan. He always had a plan. He was a good inventor when on the spot!
That did make Justin a little nervous. Of a first contact with 'gay love', he figured it would be with a dude his own age. Upon meeting Conor, he didn't look at him in that respect, like anything more than a big brother.
Now he wasn't too sure of that, "okay," Justin accepts, adding a frivolous, "brother."
He didn't expect it from the teen, which had Conor grinning like he was glad Justin was in on the scheme he was cooking up, "I like the way you think!"
It was like the brother Justin never had, "cool!"
Like the brother he 'wanted' to have, or maybe a bro-lover, Conor says as he places an arm over Justin's shoulder, "I have this feeling you and I are going to be good friends."
It's then Justin had the feeling it could be more than friends!
While Conor and Justin had been toying with Officer Bogdanic, the trio in the back found their own recourse, slipping out of the back compartment.
Richard is quick to judge, "what's this? No one to greet the New York Times' bestselling author?"
In doubt, Derek says, "gee, I hope I have the right day?"
"On no, Derek, not another one of your blunders?"
"I know, I know," Derek looks at Richard with those sheepish eyes, crooked smile, "I should really think about that secretary you've been reminding me about."
They could step out into the traffic, because there was none, the street blocked off for special dignitaries. Stephen Braddock carried alot of clout in the city, having financed a hospital wing, several handicapped venues, whereas an establishment could not afford the upgrade and various charities.
"Like, dah," Richard says, when just yesterday Derek realized he had scheduled two cocktail parties for the same evening and they were forced to go bar-hopping!
They exchange smiles and as that occurs, four women and three men come out from the store, carrying metal posts, thin ropes and signs. From the crowd a gentleman makes straight for the Rolls, as the others begin setting posts in place and unraveling the rope.
From a distance, Richard says, "hm, I heard Stephen Braddock was into a little kinky stuff?"
"Mind your manners, Richard?" Derek smiles.
Richard smiles back, "I'll try, but you know how hard that is for me?"
"Try harder?"
They both know how that could go, Richard thinking up some kooky roleplay and before they knew it, dicks would go hard, balls churning and they'd resort to reckless abandon. However, all was not at a loss, roles reversed, Derek playing doctor to Richard and healing his wounds.
Reaching out his hands, a dude greets Derek, "Mr. Winters, it's such an honor and a pleasure to finally meet you!"
"Same here," Derek says, admiring what looks like a young assistant.
The 'youngster' says, "Stephen Braddock at your service."
Derek squints, saying, "I'm confused. My apologies, but I thought you were a much older man, Mr. Braddock?"
He couldn't have been much older than a high school senior, which has him giggling as he says, "oh no, I'm not Stephen Braddock. He's my uncle. I'm Wesley."
When 'the real' Stephen Braddock appears to greet Derek, Richard is left standing there talking to the nephew. Lately there haven't been a whole lot of times a chapter of his partner's book hasn't stimulated a thought of conversation.
Like, Chapter 17, while Derek is busy and Richard feels like boredom is about to hit, he strikes up a conversation, "so Wesley, how did you happen to wind up here in New York?"
It wasn't much different than a doctor listening to a patient go off topic, unveiling more information than the question asked for. However, this was not a scheduled office appointment and right now, Richard not having to find a place to bring a patient back to the case at hand, stood there patient as a shrink, which often is what his job entailed, even though his partner held the degrees!
Not a pediatrition, Richard did see high school students of seventeen or eighteen years of age. Whenever he asked, 'John', 'Kevin', 'Jadyn', 'Wang Lei', a very cute lad of Polynesian descent, 'Hawaii', his favorite introduction phrase to a medical session, 'so, how's life treating you?' often the patient would begin with either coming out, 'gay', or if the subject had already been hashed over, the student's continuing saga of life, living as a gay teen.
Standing there with Wesley on the sidewalk, the detailed story of a teen coming out, being rejected by immediate family, wasn't much different than Richard has already heard.
One different aspect, Wesley says, "fortunately I had a place to go to."
Apparently Stephen Braddock owed his family back in Kansas a favor, which was called in, having Wesley come live with him in New York City.
"I don't look at it as a bad thing," Wesley continues the conversation, "because it gave me the opportunity to freely commune with others who have been in the same situation. Fact is, because of my situation, having a place to go to, I've found others not as fortunate, which is why I've had Uncle Stephen foot the bill to establish a foundation for helping those LGBTQ and others who have escaped to the city, to recover from their situation."
Maybe all the rest of Wesley's story was the usual, mundane, but this grabbed Richard's attention, "admirable. A worthy cause. You should be an inspiration for others, Wesley," he places a hand on the lad's shoulder.
There was a reason Wesley was telling his story like a commercial, hitting Richard with, "I'm glad you see it that way, Richard, because I thought maybe you would like to become involved, or if your schedule is too busy, contribute?"
For 'a rural boy', Richard thought Wesley has wisened up much in the city, though being he had opened a Pandora's Box, (Chapter 18: 'Once You've Started Something Good, Don't Stop!'), he was happy to be sucked in, "of course. How could I refuse?"
It was stuck in the back of his mind, how cute Wesley was being, plus, each time he removed his glasses, behind those frames lurked some hot baby blues.
Wesley didn't waste any time. After pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, "so, can I expect a check today, or in the mail?"
Deciding otherwise, Richard had a prank up his sleeve, "I thought maybe I could deposit a donation right into your account, if you know what I mean?"
It's not that Wesley had not had that done, Uncle Stephen diverting some of his cash flow into his account when running low, but with that smile on Richard's face and the dead silence, "I'm not sure I know where you're going with this, Richard?"
Richard was stumped. For certain he was not sure Wesley 'got it', changing his mind by telling it like it is, "you know, you give me your account number and I have the funds delivered from my savings account to yours?"
His glasses, which had skiied down the bridge of his nose, Wesley pushes up, saying, "oh. Right. That's what I thought you meant."
By Wesley's stutter, Richard knew the truth, and like his young patients, not which he made his intentions plain at the office, suggests, "have you ever gotten it on with a man, Wes?"
Swiping the rims off his nose, folding them up like he was ready to put them away, Wesley's face goes pink. The surprise look, jaw dropping wide open, like he was about to go down on a fat one, "no! I mean, I, I never even have done it with anyone!"
Just as he thought, Richard played it cool, "not which I'm suggesting you should rush into it, Wes."
But Wesley, long before they began talking about foundations and endowments, had it on his mind how handsome Richard is and bit his lip thinking about if he ever found himself naked in a room with the handsome doctor, the possibilties?
Finding common ground, "I bet you look good on a beach, Richard?"
Envisioning Wesley in bikini briefs, or less, "oh, you're a swimmer?"
"I used to be on the high school swim team, but haven't done much since I came to live with Uncle Stephen."
The conversation jumps forward quickly, Richard saying, "I know some naked beaches in Jersey. I could use some swim coaching?"
Stephen, speaking with Derek, had glanced at Wesley, just when he looked like he was shocked about something. Being that the past ten minutes of speaking with Derek turned the couple into instant good friends. Rather than keeping a keen eye and ear on his nephew, he smiled, thinking something Richard said had put that look on Wesley's face. It tickled him enough to want to find out later.
Turning to the third companion emerging from the Rolls, ass backwards, Stephen, still on an emotional high, says, "oh my! What do we have here?"
Gaston, after retrieving some of the things he stripped of an hour earlier, turns to greet their host, "oh," he's surprised by a tailored man standing almost in his face. "Good, I think I'll be needing a hand here."
Little did Gaston know, it wasn't a valet, sent to help him out with his attache case and a few articles of clothing.
"Anything else," 'Braddock-in-disguise' says.
More intent on retrieving everything from the back compartment of the car, Gaston turns and gets his first real picture of the gentleman and out of surprise, "oh wow. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you're a real knockout!"
Well, if Stephen weren't gay, this definitely would have been...a knockout. Not by him, but his security boss, Edison, who had reported late to the gathering.
Edison was sure Stephen hadn't noticed his tardiness, having stopped to start a conversation with the NYT-best selling author, to fill him in with the details of the book-signing.
Reading Gaston like a gay novel, Stephen returns, "I'd say the same about you, but I haven't seen you naked yet!"
"I'm sure I can arrange that, Mr. Howelland."
"Your employer has briefed you well?"
It's then Stephen clears up the mystery, "I 'am' the employer."
"Oh. Then, I suppose that makes me the one on his knees, begging forgiveness?"
Wanting to claim the position for himself, Stephen says, "not if I can help it!"
It was no surprise to Gaston, Stephen Braddock being gay, having an interest in the designer of the briefs he wears and the history behind Alex Nouguet. What it was, he didn't think he was such a young man, or up close and putting a name to the face, perhaps it could be the joy of modern day medicine, plastic surgery and hair color? All in all, Gaston liked the dialogue.
Upon first laying eyes on Gaston, Stephen hadn't a clue, but was happy to instantly find out, "after things die down here, I'm sure you would like a tour of the penthouse suite?"
It made Gaston smile, not only because he thought Stephen hot, but since they arrived in the city ahead of time, he hadn't time to shoot his load and happy he saved it for a more lucrative occasion, "how long do you think it will take to wrap things up?"
Stephen turns to the quartet, Richard, Derek, his security man, Edson, and his nephew, "Wesley, do you think you can handle things here?"
He seemed a little young, immature, but Wesley bucked up and instead of his squealy voice, manly says, "I can handle this, uncle. No problem."
Richard assures Wesley, "we're easy to get along with."
"Chapter 16?" Wesley says.
Time for Richard to drop his chops, having thought of the same Chapter!
Derek was okay with it by now, people greeting him with a quote instead of a question or the typical, 'glad to meet you', "so I take it you've read my book?"
"Not only that, but the guidance counselor at my school has study groups, using your book as a topic of discovery."
"Oh really?"
Getting the wrong message, Wesley returns to his squeaky voice, "I hope that that's all right Mr. Winters. I dont know if they got permission or not?"
It's like Wesley had taken the burden on himself, losing the luster he had when his uncle bestowed upon him the title of tour guide.
Detecting this, Derek takes him by the shoulder, and of the ideas set forth by Chapter 16, "hey, I might be a superstar of the literary world, but you don't have to treat me like a god. I'm as ordinary as the next guy. And about your guidance counselor's study group, when you get back to school, you can say you've met me and we've become personal friends."
That perked up high schooler, "really? Cool!"
While Derek engaged in conversation, someone caught Richard's eye, the dark-clad uniform of the security manager, shifty eyes peering in all directions.
He could tell he was throwing the officer off guard, "your employer, he has a fine looking store. Think we can take a peek at the inside?"
All business, the 'badge' says, "long as we're all inside."
Richard didn't have to lift a finger, the security man springing into action, ushering them all indoors.
Walking to the grand staircase, Richard pulls the door handle, opening it.
Professionally he was there for guests, but because Wesley was sandwiched in between the two, he comes around, behind Richard, "after you, sir."
Accepting the cordial invitation, Richard has other thoughts, "I can work with that."
It was early stages of discovery and like Edson had read in 'See The Good In All Things', precisely the last page of Chapter 15, 'The Trouble With Hunches', he held not only the door for Richard, but what he suspected of being true, which is why he follow up with a simple, "you're welcome, Mr. Winters."
There it was, an in, Richard saying, "no, I'm Webster. My partner is Winters."
Right inside the door, another apology was forthcoming from the over-6-foot security man, "my apologies, Mr. Webster."
Turning the wheel on the rack, Richard, who instantaneously makes an effort for a package check, says, "no, it's Doctor Webster, but since we're on first name basis, Edson, you can call me Richard," he pauses, "or names don't need to be a formality?"
No one was looking, so Richard does the unthinkable, taps the security man's junk with the back of his hand!
From the rigid, chiseled jaw comes a smile, "I was hoping we were on the same page?"
"Well, not yet, but we could be?"
Knowing Richard had found him out, on different platforms, 'gay', plus exhibiting the same, inflated cock filling up his briefs, blowing up his crotch, "yeah. Too bad you're already involved."
Wesley had done his job, leading Derek into the bowels of the store, leaving Richard with the security manager.
"About that. We both can be flexible when the situation calls for it."
Edson licked his lips, not only because he wanted to taste Richard's, but being he ushered the doc in, had seen that ass clothed in fabric, molding it in tight enclosure, "too bad I'm on duty."
Cunningly, Richard says, "I thought you were the security manager?"
"That I am."
"And you don't have an assistant?"
Knowing the importance of any day a person of distinction visits Braddock's, Edson feels in a bind. However, certain situations dictate extraordinary means.
Whipping out his phone, Edson touches a pre-programmed number and in an instant is connected with the assistant security manager, "yeah, look Allison, I've got a situation here. You're not busy? Great. I'll let you know. It could take an hour."
Richard whispers, "two at the least."
"Make that two. Great. Thanks."
Off his phone, Richard says, "if I'm not mistaken, there's a floor designated for visiting guests?"
Both of their good fortunes, Edson has the master key to all the rooms!
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