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`See The Good In All Things' 22
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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While Richard was headed up to the fifth floor accommodations for guests, Derek was entertained by Wesley. As with his conversation with Richard on the curb, from the entering of an elevator, to exiting, Wesley had given Derek the same speech. Having rehearsed it over and over, to friends or strangers with an interest in gay pride, it took a moderate amount of time, swiftly traveling the elevator from the main floor to the book department on the second. Suddenly though, when the elevator reached their destination, conversation seemed to go dead. Upon which, Derek went his way, Wesley following his own calling.
Backing up to a half hour ago, while Conor and his teen friend wondered what to do with their spare time, Justin had to take a leak. Being Braddock's wasn't open for the day, they were swept up into the celebrity pool and admitted by a lovely security guard at the main, named 'Allison'.
Which, had Justin guessing, "you're bi?"
"Who me? Nah. You're confusing things," Wes sets his friend on the straight path.
Conor on the other hand had other intentions, suggesting using his charm to woo them inside the front door of Braddock's, fell apart, Allison telling the ginger-dude, "no, I'm not wearing Chanel No.5. Besides," she affixes a cunning smile to her lips, "flattery doesn't work with everyone. You can wait out here, "she opens half of the entry way, "while I admit the other two."
Conor pleads, "oh come on, Allison."
Usually her and her husband played these games, but it was fun, even if for a moment, to see Conor squirm, "okay, you can go inside, but only because I'm having a good hair day."
As Conor enters and right before the door slams, he jokes, "by the way, you're hair looks nice!"
He laughs as Allison gets even, "if I had my paddle, I'd tan your ass but good, boy!"
Conor wasn't bi, toyed with the idea of jacking the door open, instead of running away. Slowing his steps he thinks about the last time he's had a paddle slapped against his ass cheeks.
From what stunt Conor pulled, the other two finding comment, Justin leading out with, "joking or not, you won't find me saying a thing like that."
Wes was on it, "Chapter 3?"
"Chapter 3?" Justin repeats.
"Of Dr. Winters' book."
"Oh. Right. What of it?"
"False pretentions and depending on the person, how it can get a person into deep trouble?"
"Oh right, the example he gives of the young dude who meets up with an older one at the adult book store?"
"I think it was the other way around, but whateva, the younger dude was certainly looking for trouble, not checking out if the other guy was an undercover cop or not?"
"Oh really? I had a different impression."
Wes comes back with, "oh? How does that go?"
Holding his crotch, Justin says, "can we talk about this later? I better get going before I spring a leak."
"Of course," Wes says, taking Justin by his free hand and leading him right there.
Spotting a hot man out of the corner of his eye, grooming a rack of men's dress shirts, Conor forgets about paddles and dusting both hands off, "easy come, easy go!"
('Easy come, easy go', the gist of Chapter 4, ends the segment, which leads the reader into Chapter 5.)
On their way they pass by the double glass doors of the book department.
"Oh, hi guys," Derek says, but they brush by without saying anything. A part of his book which has stuck in his mind for more than what the chapter intends, "easy come, easy go," he laughs.
"Justin?" Derek says, "I thought you and Conor were sightseeing for the day?"
It also humors Derek, a subtitle of Chapter 22: the original title, 'Love At First Sight', he reverts to his original calling of the chapter, thinking of why Justin and Wesley were so anxious to brush him off and get on with their own thing. It's only after, Derek thinks of his own lover, Richard making him realize it too lame, updating 22 to 'Opening Relations in Relationships'.
"Oh sure," Wesley replies, but doesn't make an effort to budge.
Being that Wesley was supposed to help him find the book department, Derek shouts to no one, "that's okay Wesley, I think I can find my way from here."
He thought he was walking solo, only for a dude to say, "or I can help you, Dr. Winters?"
"Do I know you?"
The other says, "let me guess, Chapter 20?"
"Sorry, I can't say I recognize every chapter of my book, phrase by phrase?"
Slowly, in a sultry manner the guy comes closer to Derek and in his breathing space, "I don't exactly where, but it's in 20, that not every guy who greets another, is out to get in their pants, counselor?"
From one word, 'counselor', placed with the fact Derek placed him at Richard's age and not his or older, "I'd remember you if you were my private client, but judging by your age, one of Richard's classmates, a year younger or older?"
"It's strange."
It certainly was, Derek standing there with question on his face.
"Dick and me. We were in the same bio class."
Derek says, "I don't find that terribly strange."
He smiles, "not that we were in the same class, but that Dick became a doctor, when he was scared shit to disect the frog."
"Oh that," Derek says. Though what really was bothering him, was the fact he was referring to Richard as 'Dick', which is what was really bothering him, laying eyes on the former high schooler he had counselled.
"Did you know he was queasy and had to run out of the room for the bathroom?"
"No, I didn't know that, though I think I do remember an incident regarding the frog."
"Oh. Okay. So you know the rest then?"
"There's more?"
"I'm confused now. Did Professor Gallo report the incident, or did you find out from Dick?"
First off, the guy in front of him, knew him, but Derek was still holding the unknown factor, coming right at him point blank, "did you and 'Dick' keep in contact after high school?"
"You don't remember me, do you Dr. Winters?"
He had that kind of smile, that you don't lie to, Derek saying, "um. No."
"Terry. Well, you might have known me as Terrence?"
Derek questions, recollecting a student by that name, "I hope I'm not hurting your feelings, but you don't look at all like the Terrence I knew in high school?"
"Not at all, but if it wasn't for Dick, I probably would still have a nerdy image and never have found out that I can change myself, become the man I want to be."
"Wow, I never knew Richard, or 'Dick' had that kind of impact on anyone."
Cracking a toothy smile, Terry says, "well, I'd share that with you, but I know you're on the way to a booksigning and I don't think it would look good with your pants all wet around the crotch?"
Certainly, Derek knew how that could go, even without two guys exposing themselves to each other, "well, no. That would not be too cool, but I'd surely like to meet up with you later?"
"Me too," Terry stands there, smiling.
Seeing Terry with a small tote bag, "I see you're on the way to the gym."
Holding up the tote for a second, Terry says, "oh, you mean this? No. My first day on the job as a Nouguet model. Y'know there's a fashion show on the fourth floor?"
"No enlighten me," Derek smiles back.
Before sugar plums could start dancing in Derek's head, a guy steps out from the double doors, "oh good Dr. Winters, you're here."
One thing he wasn't sure about, the greeting the guy, about in his forties, knew about Terrence, being they exchanged names and smiles.
"Ok, well I'll see you later Dr. Winters."
"Counting on it."
Last words, Terry says, "don't worry about finding me. I'll find you."
Indeed, Justin had to go bad, banging the door against an inside wall of the private relieving station, as he flew inside.
On the tail of the influx of air, Wesley says, "let me know if you need any help?"
It's then Wesley has to take a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe his brow, at the same time questioning himself if whether he meant it as help finding the urinal, or dirty thoughts conjured up in his mind!
As for Justin, the worst case scenario, he should've opted out of wearing this particular pair of pants this morning. His favorite khakis. Regardless, as has happened before, the zipper gets stuck.
Cracking the door open a smidgeon, he whispers after a short whistle, "hey. Wes."
"What?"
"That help you thought I might be needing?"
Opening the door a tiny bit more, since the coast was clear, "yeah," he peers down at Justin tugging at his zipper.
"Well, I could use some, and like, in a hurry?"
Wes bit his lip, being the help needed was very close to Justin's zipper area.
With no action, Justin leaves the guessing to himself, reaches forward and grabbing a tuft of Wesley's shirt at the belly, drags him inside.
Caught off guard, when Justin flies backwards, against the door of a stall, Wes with no recourse but to glide forward, slapping their chests together, "oh!"
Not only pecs, abs, zips and thighs making contact, eyes meet.
Justin, noticing how tough it is to 'read' through Wes' specs, reaches up and touches the sides of the glasses, "okay if I remove these?"
Without saying, Wes acknowledges, nudging his chin up and down.
Removing them, Justin mimics a saying, "ah, better to see you." Suddenly, nothing could keep him from recalling the reason was there, "hold that thought for a minute?"
Turning around to the urinal, the same predickament was at hand. But this time Justin didn't have time to think.
It ocurred to Wes, the reason he was standing there, watching Justin take a leak, not being he was into watersports, waiting for the trickle, "I thought your zipper was..."
Hearing a rip and a tear, Justin has made a decision to either destroy his favorite pair of pants or wet them up like his favorite swim suit.
At the moment of pent up anxiety, there's release, Justin letting out an audible moan, "oh man that felt so good!"
Wes wasn't immune to what Justin says, biting a lip as he sees the pants down around the ankles, briefs anchored under the ass. He had gotten minor pangs, looking at boys on the internet, but simply seeing a naked ass, 'live', gave him more of a reaction.
Flushing, turning around, all Justin had to cover his crotch with were his tighty-whities. Left with dilemma, "now what do I do?"
With his employment, which brought him day in and day out to the lower floors of Braddock's, it was a cinch for Wes to find a solution to the ripped open khakis, "I got it!"
With snap of a finger, "what size are you, Justin?"
Even though he relieved himself, Justin could feel the momentum building, with a different kind of fluid, "hard or soft?"
Wes didn't answer, because he didn't understand the question.
As a result, Justin figures the obvious, changing his line of fire, "I meant pants or belt?"
"Pants."
He had to look. Holding the pants up to read the label, "I can't tell, Wes. It's washed out."
"What do you think you are?" Wes interrogates with just a crinkle of his lips.
"34 or 32?"
"Hold on. I'll be right back."
Leaving, it gives Justin time to collect his data. It makes him smile!
First off, how cool it is he's met a dude the same age bracket as himself?
A spin off, how cool would it be if he and Wes fell in love, became lovers and because of being almost the same age...cool, they could grow old, mature into adults as a couple, embrace relationship factors, maybe have kids!
Secondly, how things happen in a split second, depending on thoughts of the past. This morning he wasn't sure whether to put on his khakis or blue jeans. Justin almost opted for the jeans, but the last minute didn't care and put his feet through the leggings of the khakis. Little did he know, it would be the last time he would be wearing them. Like those khakis, which were hand me downs from some kid of his extended family, an older cousin, he termed it weird, but cool. Cool that just because his cousin was older, hairy, built nice, had a big crotch, wearing the old pants felt like he made not only image, but skin-contact!
Quickly, since he's thought already, the khakis ruined, unwearable ever again, he crosses over to the present, saying, "out with the old, images of his cousin, and in with the new."
It makes Justin smile, but then questioning, as he stood there in his underwear, something of Dr. Winters' book, "where did I read that?"
Wes didn't give him time to think, having pushed the door open with arms full of fabrics, "I've got 34's and 36-es, in browns, blues and greens!"
Justin was bonked, laughing like it was a comic scene, "did you bring the whole men's department?"
Not done yet, Wes unearths from the pile of pants, "and this, just in case!"
He could relate, Wes standing there with 2 or 3 boxes of men's briefs, a drawing showing they were not the tighty-whitie kind, but thin straps which gave way to a single pouch in the front.
Clearing his throat, Justin says, "well, can't say I've ever tried one on, but pictured myself wearing one."
Forgetting about the pants, Wes tears into the box, "then you've gotta try one one of these on."
Giving Wes a questioning look, Justin says, "I take it you already have one on?"
Truthfully, he never pictured Wes as the kind who would wear a male version of 'Victoria's Secret' fashion, from the appearance of a guy termed a 'nerd'. Though there have been those special times when he's wanted to!
Side effect of Justin finding out one of his secrets, Wes stood there, red-faced and smiling.
Of color and pattern, Justin probes, "oh? Like, what color do you have on?"
It shocked Wes, though there had been a dirty thought lodged in his mind since venturing into the skimpy area of Braddock's men's department, "you really want to see?"
It had been a dilemma or Wes, while lingerie-shopping, which would be the ideal size to fit Justin. Though 'wishing' big, he chose smaller.
Drawing off his own thoughts, Justin holds up one, which slips out of the packagerevealing a small blue and green pattern, attached to a black-strapped string, "gee, I think I might need a bigger size?"
He laughs, nervous, when he realizes he meant his own cock and balls, which were not in the norm, before he got riled up over a guy.
'First time for everything', I guess. He couldn't recall Chapter 15, but of the idea of that one, which talks about 'hunches', it was at the end of the chapter that reveals hunches could be mismatched as 'guesses', becoming truth or not the way things turn out. Whichever, it's stuck in the human brain and there's a good chance it was provoking Justin on.
In dangling the skimpy briefs from a single finger, Justin dwells on not his own, "uh, do you think you could fit in one of these?" he snickers. With a nervous afterthought, that he maybe was being too callous.
Then, the unthinkable, the lingerie falls off the tip of Justin's finger!
Being the good-do-er, Wes bends at the hips, reaching for it.
Justin did the same, "oops."
Straightening up, both rub their heads, Wes saying, "I guess that's using our heads!"
"Yeah," Justin smiles back at Wes.
In staring at Justin, Wes feels up his face, detects, "my glasses."
In the mix, the glasses had fallen from the bridge of Wes' nose and out of instinct, with quick reflex, Justin goes to rescue the frames, only to feel them crunch under his foot. Picking up the big half, he says, "do they look sorta like this?"
"Um, yeah," Wes recognizes them, and even though broken in half, tries fitting it to half of his face.
It made Justin crack a smile, say, "cute, even with only half."
They couldn't help being up close, Justin inching back two inches, taking to sitting his ass on the lip of the vanity.
"Uh. Um. No one's ever told me that before."
With a chuckle, Justin says, "I've never known a guy I've wanted to say it to."
Wes' subconcious had been to check out Justin's pants down around the ankles, but 'something' was blocking his vision.
Catching Wes stalking him, has Justin pressing his wet tee into his abs, "am I missing something?"
Facing Wes, Justin seems as embarrassed as a few minutes ago, when his new friend had succumbed to 'pink face'!
He recalls something he's read in Dr. Winters' book, about in a tricky moment, changing the subject, creating a diversion to help one out of a sticky situation.
"Oh, your glasses," he bends over to pick up the rest of Wes' glasses.
Taking it from Justin's hand, "that's okay," Wes explains, "I don't need them for up close."
Wishful thinking? It had Justin quip, "oh good."
Reaching forward, placing Wes under his spell, Justin kisses him.
When they stop, Wes says, "oh wow, I never expected that."
Little did Justin know, Wes was hoping, or yearning for it.
Changing the subject, Justin guesses, "don't tell me you've never been kissed by a boy?"
"Not that."
"Then?"
He smiles, out of embarrassment, "um, your hands."
"What about them?"
Justin doesn't disengage from feeling up Wes' hiney through his slacks. With the increased rotation of his hands round the mounds, he brings them full circle, around front of Wes' waist, saying, "I hope that was okay?"
'Hands' are the least of Wes' worries now, after peering down the canyon of their bods.
"Oh no," Justin giggles, telling the obvious, "we've popped boners!"
Wes did find the humor in it, or was it the joy Justin was sensing, as much of his own, "yeah. We did. Didn't we?"
Of the two, Justin seems to be the more adventurous one, sliding a hand to greet the meeting of their cased in boners.
He pulls the hand from the canyon to reveal, "moist," rubbing the greasy man-paste between finger and thumb.
After a gulp, Wes says, "we're not going to do it right here, are we?"
Quickly thinking of some place in 'See The Good', Justin recalls, "he who hesitates is lost?"
It was an old phrase, which most people could not recall where it originated. However, with millions reading Derek's book, the old phrase has had a resurgence in conversation, when applied to similar circumstances.
He's only dared watching a few 'up and coming' clips of guys getting it on in a public rest room, but Justin is a smart lad, could figure it out for himself how it goes, but with reservation, "unless you got a better place?"
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