See the Good in All Things

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`See The Good In All Things' 23 (Ending chapter)

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Steven Steeves' face was common among the male generations, having parties at his Jersey mansion. At first they were simple get togethers, but when they became elaborate gay affairs, invitations going out to the rich and famous, an offbeat papparrazzi reporter began stalking the grounds. It earned Steven a small corner of the tabloids.

In the city he was less recognized. Regardless, Steven took measures to hide it, covering up his workout physique with a suit, greasing down his puffed up blond hair styling and lurking among common folk, out of the main event of things.

He had been set on attending the booksigning event at Braddock's for two months now, but instead of putting it on the calendar which his general household calendar of scheduled events, Steven recorded it on his cell. If on the general household refrigerator, any of the staff would know when a specific party and set about planning for it.

Steven even alluded them by reporting to his office, sneakily taking off shorts and tee shirt, opening a closet and re-dressing into a business suit. From there he would sneak out a window, go to the garage and find his bike. An ordinary one, he wasn't concerned of it getting snatched at the rail station. From there, the train would take him from Gladstone, directly into Penn Station. If it were raining he would take a taxi, picking him up down the street from his mansion. Once in Manhattan, a taxi would take him to a place where he stored his bike and he would wheel it through the streets of Manhattan.

A few years back, on an inclement weather day, a taxi driver picked Steven up at Penn Station. No one suspected the usual businessman attire could possibly be this gay playboy from out of state. This would become the only person not a part of his Jersey household, who knew his whereabouts, now stored on his phone.

On this one particular misty day things changed with his transportation schedule. Unable to continue on his bike, Steven hailed a cab outside Penn Station.

It pulled up and stopped, the driver saying, "where to?"

By this time, Steven had tried the door, but it didn't open, "what the hell?"

The cabbie says, "hell? I don't go there," and let out a small giggle, making light of the request.

"Look, I'm in a hurry to get to work," even though he wasn't, the usual, it hastening things along.

It didn't work, the young cab driver having stalked Steven from head to feet, "really? Looks more like you're headed to the tennis court?"

So Steven wasn't in any hurry, out for a leisure stroll of Manhattan, but still, "forget it. There's a million cabs in the city, right?"

Damn sorry for the action, Steven was set on riding with the cabbie, being he was kind of hot looking. After parties at his mansion he knew hot, from not!

"Hold on a minute," the cabbie opens his door, stepping out on one foot, "it seems the lock was stuck, but everythings copascetic now?"

Deep down in his pants, Steven hated leaving the taxi driver without a fare, with second thoughts, he 'is' kind of cute.

He had walked about three feet from the hood of the cab, turning back, "Kope-a-settic? Is that even a word?"

Perhaps the cab driver was having second thoughts himself, being he could be passing up on meeting some hot blondie, "yep. It's a word."

Steven felt all tingly about passing up the ride.

From that day not only had Steven learned a new word to put in his vocabulary, but made a friend who would instantly show up at Penn Station whenever he came to the city. Adrian Gravestone, easily abbreviated in his contacts, 'Gravestone'. Steven questioned the same as most people wondered, Adrian's background, hence the usual surname, finding out not much of anything, other from the desert southwestern US, case closed.

This one particular day, soon as Steven's door clunked shut, the same happened of the opposite side, passenger compartment.

Steven says, "sorry, but I was here first!"

The dude, also in a suit says, "so? You can't share a ride?"

Adrian turns around and says, "if you want, Mr. Steeve's, it's my taxi and I make the calls here."

Through the rearview mirror things can appear different than laying eyes on a fare, as Adrian finds so true.

"Yes? Your taxi, as you were saying?" the new fare says.

There's all kinds of people, from all walks of life living or visiting the Big Apple, but for Steven and Adrian, having a leather man, fully dressed in harness and chaps, plop his ass down on the seat cushion, more than startled the driver and his other passenger.

The lifting of his brows and teeth clenching his tongue was a dead give away, Adrian not being able to express himself, at why his balls suddenly became activated.

Steven had played this game before, having some kinky ideas surface at his party. He knew for a fact, either he was going to stand up for himself or succumb to the position of lowly servant. It tickled him that this big hairy guy, who's hair projected beyond the constraints of the leather, making his chest seem more fuzzy, that he should assume he ruled the destination of the taxi.

Making his decision, "like I said, I was here first, but sure, I'm willing to share."

Adrian's crotch was hoping they both meant him, which had him saying, "me too, the thing about sharing?"

Not the only one thinking at a split second's notice, the leather bear quickly analyzes his fellow passenger and the driver, thinking what a hot scenario this could work out to be, "let's do it then. I'm headed to Braddock's, and you?"

He didn't give Steven much choice, but of the response made it unaminous, "really? I am too!"

Adrian felt there was no choice, other than shifting the taxi into gear and get going, "I guess Braddock's it is!"

"Hold on there, boy."

When Adrian shifts into park, the bear says, "not you, boy."

Oh man, calling him 'boy', did that get the twenty-six year old taxi driver's nuts crackin'!

"Problem?" Steven questions.

"You think those shades hide who you are?"

Steven recites the characteristic expression, "do I know you?"

A smile creases the dark beard, "Denny Ferrari ring a bell?"

Not Denny, but, "Dennis? That's you?"

It made Steven turn to the side in his seat, face his fellow companion.

"Yeah, but now it's Denny. Has more of a flair when I circle the clubs. 'Master Denny'?"

"Oh, so you've been promoted?"

It made Denny laugh, "you make it sound like I went to school to learn everything I know?"

"I didn't think there was a BDSM school?"

From 'tough bear', to gentle lamb, Denny says, "there's not, but if it wasn't for you, I probably would have never found my niche in extracurricular activities."

Out of the front seat comes a peep from Adrian, "Chapter 2, I think, sir?"

Steven smiles. At one time he and Denny were on the same page, at the beginning of what would become a career for one, a past time for the other.

Denny quickly relives the idea that at one time he was probably in Adrian's shoes, a 'wannabe' and like he's recited over and over since, "did I give you permission to speak, boy?"

"No, sir. I'm so sorry that I did."

"Just keep your mind on the road, boy."

Steven has a flashback, "I can remember a time when someone else had the same wanting?"

With kindness, Denny says, "do you have to rub it in?"

Thinking on it, when they first were together at his mansion in Jersey, Steven says, "has anyone else had the opportunity since, or just me?"

"Just you," Denny says, "but if anyone else gets wind of our little secret?"

"Don't worry, Denny," Steven places a hand on the knee of the chap's chaps, "like I said, I can keep a secret." Then frivolously, "but if you don't have anything on your calendar, later on?"

If Steven had never handed over a house of frat boys at his mansion one night, years ago, Denny prolly would have never found his calling. Granted, it worked both ways, six collegiates to two top men, adherring to every little whim of their masters, Steven required a cleaning service to clean up afterwards, the stench of the basement room!

Perhaps Denny had lost contact with Steven, but it was never the other way around, "so, you're a big man in the gay porn industry, Denny?"

News to Adrian, "really?"

"Eyes on the road, boy!"

Steven recalls, "remember when one of those frat boys almost found you out?"

"What? That it was my first time playing the master role?"

Obvious to both Steven and the fratboy, "we both almost took your ass?"

It earned Steven a nudge in the ribs, Denny saying, "will you watch your mouth?"

As suspected, Adrian was hearing every word, "don't worry, I respect client priveleges. Nothing you say goes beyond the confines of this taxi, sir."

It makes Steven giggle, "wanna bet?"

Regardless of the threat, Denny, who knew the city from uptown to downtown, says, "we're getting near Braddock's. Mind if I change?"

To prove Adrian listening to every tidbit, "I can pull over and help, if you need it, sir?"

"Damn, boy," Denny says, "I think I'm going to have to take you over my knee!"

Another giggle from Steven, "really? That's it Dennis? I think those frat boys had it a lot worse?"

Reconnecting memories, Denny says, "yeah, we did have a lot of fun."

Denny wasn't making a move.

Steven leans over, saying, "I can see you need some help."

Turning his bod around, back facing the driver seat, Steven reaches between Denny's legs.

Arms flailing out to his sides, Denny stretches till he takes up the whole back seat, "by the way, it snaps, not zips!"

"Um," Adrian tries to no avail to look through the rearview, his vision to the back obscured, "we're almost there."

Steven says, "go around the block a few times."

"Yeah," Denny agrees, "make it a big block!"

Having driven hundreds, if not thousands of miles through the nooks and crannies of downtown New York City, Adrian knew 'everywhere'. Suddenly the taxi becomes darkened.

"What the hell?"

Right before Denny was ready to pop out of the unsnapped pouch, they hear the front door open.

"You're safe here," Adrian says.

Denny says, "where the hell is 'here'?"

"Hey, you're not the first trick I've had in the back seat of my taxi, you know?"

Adrian stands there with the rear door open, just enough room to fit himself wedged in between.

Steven's hand was on the leather chaps, just about to snap it apart from the bulge, "well, are you coming or going, Adrian?"

He didn't make a move on Steven's go ahead, saying, "would it be okay if I came in, sir?"

Adrian's eyes meet Denny, face to face.

He could see the lust, probably no different than himself, when long ago Denny licked his lips, wanting six guys all over his bod, licking and sucking, "get in here before you miss the window of opportunity, boy."

"Hot dig!" Adrian exclaims, tearing his tee shirt off overhead.

It's then Denny gets an idea of Adrian's age. Thinking him younger, a frat boy, he was older, but not much more, maybe in his early thirties. He would break his code of ethics if he admitted he didn't play with dudes younger than 21. But that foliage covering the driver's pecs, the stripe, nice looking face, all added up to one hot dude!

"Sorry, Steven," Denny moves his butt to the left.

Neither could guess how this was going to turn out, Steven falling to his knees on the seat, to Denny's right, Adrian nestling his way into the left rear door.

It's then Steven, head at the back window, looks up, seeing nothing but bricks. Apparently Adrian was correct in his thinking, they were very secluded, having backed the cab into an alcove, where there were no windows for people to look out, peer into the business happening below.

Turning his back, Steven realizes he's not part of the action, but a witness to Adrian, leaning on the seat, Denny feeling up his hairy pecs.

"Damn, these are hot, boy!"

Adrian doesn't seem to mind, Denny squeezing his nips, bringing him in for a sweet kiss, via the perky drawer knobs.

If they compared notes, neither Denny nor Adrian would realize their lives much different.

Having driven from the midwest to the Big Apple, there were plenty opportunity along the way for Adrian to discover his real potential, other than driving a taxi cab the rest of his life. His plan was to reach the northeast, attend college and find his place in the blue collar sector.

Denny, Dennis, came from the upper class echelon. Instead of fourth generation of the family business, he chose to carve his own path. Having met Steven made him realize he didn't have to cave in to a family's will. As it was, his dad wasn't too keen on him being gay.

Fast forward, instead of giving in to his father's whim, to become an exec in a highrise office building, Denny followed his own path. At first he thought he had an interest in cars, but could never remember what a carburetor did, or maybe the instructor at the trade school, explaining how the device was used for mixing vaporized fuel, producing a combustible mixture, serving to create an internal combustion, whateva, only proved this wasn't the life to pursue. Though, the crash car course instructor did get Denny's balls churning. Fortunately for him, the instructor, Joe, wasn't getting 'it' at home, knew of others means to satisfy his sexual cravings. A twist in the prof's perception, when after class, Denny had him over the desk, pulling his pants down. The student who got the best of him, Denny's grade was based on how hard he could drill the forty-year-old prof's rear end. Not an affection for car repair, but pulling strings, his auto prof passed on a name, Paul Wagman. Prof Wagman had an interest on the side, one he kept secret from everyone except those involved in the process of making gay porn.

From day one, Paul found Dennis an asset and eventually key actor at his Lightning Rod Studio. A celebrity of sorts, after ten years with the gay porn studio, Dennis, who became Denny has fucked almost every man connected with the studio, whether actor, or man behind the scenes, or Paul himself. Actually, after the written and verbal interview part of Denny's interview, came the deciding factor of being hired or not. It was his initial eight-inches which got him in the door, but with coaxing he could get it up to ten. Another discovery, Denny had never measured, only eye-balled 'it', but didn't know his stalk could stack up that tall. He guessed he was a seven.

Starting out in the business, he was not at all good at reading a script and remembering lines, but found there was more action than a speaking role. Experience taught him that working on a scenario in his mind provided enough inspiration to work out a scene. The difference between Denny and other gay porn actors, not only that could get himself pumped up to ten inches, but his ability to be creative, earned him an extended job of directing other actors. One of his favorite creations, was pairing two to one, or as happens with an s&m scene, two against one. The name, 'Denny Ferrari' has become synonymous with the idea he created, 'You, Me & Your Boyfriend', a series of movies which have been runaway bestsellers, bringing in the big bucks and having wannabe gay porn stars flocking to the studio for interviews. Not only sleeping with the studio's founder and chief exec, Denny now, after ten years, owns half of the company.

Regardless of his background, after reading 'See The Good In All Things', even after ten years with Lightning Rod and fucking hundreds, if not thousands of times, Denny has discovered there's still 'life after mutiple orgasms'. Well, he does twist the title of Chapter 13, 'Life After Living', around and laughs about it, but for his own purpose, now trying to find a real live-in boyfriend, leading to a serious lifetime partner. Perhaps his manhunt is over!

It's with this idea, Denny is faced with the dilemma of Steven hovering over him in the taxi cab, having had a hand on the codpiece of his chaps.

"Hold it a minute there, Adrian?" Steven says.

Adrian, feeling more than a hand to the center of his shirt, "what? I thought you wanted to share?"

Quick on it, Steven says, "I meant the cab, not his dick?"

Denny, still in a stretched out pose, arms along the top of the seat, flaunting those dark-haired pecs, encased in the black and metal-studded harness, trail running down til it disappears in the folds of muscled abs, bellyhole engulfed, throws it out there, "um, like, I wouldn't be opposed to having one of you work my balls, the other on my shaft?"

It's then he realizes he's acted out of lust and not his original motives, of meeting that man in his life to settle down with, having a life outside of the fantasy roles he's played over and over again.

Steven, who this morning when he set out from his mansion with intensions of possibly meeting up with an ordinary man on the streets, taking it a step further, having coffee, developing into something more, realizes he's allowed his crotch and mind to get the best of him, "oh. Well," he loosens his grip on the taxi driver's chest, "I suppose," he looks to Adrian, then down into Denny's bearded face, "we could all learn to. Get along?"

Denny then has flashbacks to the second movie he made in the series, 'You. Me. Your Boyfriend', whereas there's already two guys engaged in sex and a third man enters, "it's so uncanny."

Mystified, Adrian says, "what is?"

Dropping his arms to his sides causes Denny's packed pecs to bulge. Kind of matching what he's feeling for the two men in the back of the cab, "not at all how I pictured my day would pan out."

Well, not just this morning, but for the past ten or so times he's headed into the city, or even in Jersey, while shopping at the mall or other place out, looking for Mr. Right and not 'right now'. It's then Steven realizes what, where and why he started out this morning, with a purpose to not only head out to the city to a booksigning, "I agree."

At twenty-six years old, Adrian was not quite as sexually career-minded as the other two. Yet, he did have a hunger for 'right now'. However, it seemed the other two had objectives, which in order to get what he wanted, maybe he had to see it their ways. 'Wow,' he thought, 'where did he read that?'

By the time Steven had turned about, plopped his ass in the seat next to Denny and Adrian half seated, half backed into the door, it left question, "not quite as well thought through as my last movie panned out to be."

Denny sat there with a smug smile on his lips.

It kind of turned Steven off, even though he was sitting next to a hot stud, "oh, is that all you were thinking of this as, a porn flick?"

"Movie," Denny corrects.

"There's a difference?"

Of rhetorically speaking, Denny could care less, realizing his lustfullness might have blown it for him, "can we...back up...start over?"

Realizing he might have become odd man out, Adrian says, "uh, I guess I should get back behind the wheel?"

Adrian didn't make a move.

Behind his back, Adrian was jacking the door handle, which has Adrian replaying 'You. Me. Boyfriend.' over in his mind.

With rash decision, Denny says, "did I give you permission to leave boy?"

"Um," Adrian swallows, "no. Sir," pulling the car door towards his ass and not pushing it away.

Steven, not his first time to visit Stephen Braddock at his place of business, uses his floorplan expertise, "did you know the fifth floor of Braddock's Department Store is designated for out of town guests?"

Adrian jumps the gun, "what're we waiting for?"

As with acting in one of his bondage and discipline-themed movies, Denny says, "did I give you permission to speak, boy?"

He kind of felt sorry for Adrian, but knew it a director's place, keeping an actor in limbo, as he conjured up a scene. Though Denny was enjoying watching the cab driver's bulge expand, knew he could only hold it until leakage began to occur. It would be a shame, wasting all that pent up emotion!

Steven tires of waiting, "so, what I'm suggesting, is we head over and work out our differences there?"

So, that's what they did, Adrian getting behind the wheel and pulling out of the small alcove of brick building, onto 42nd St.

"I'm supposing you have a change of clothing in that gym bag of yours?"

Denny confesses, "I was going to change in the taxi, but I didn't think I would be sharing a ride?"

Of the fake, pompous remark, Steven says, "well, me neither," he softens his view, "but frankly," placing a hand on the leathery thigh, "I'm kind of glad," he uses the hold on Denny to position himself for a kiss.

In a way, if the situation had presented itself, Denny was aching to do the same and with reckless abandon, turns himself towards Steven, fully embracing him.

After puckering up, the delivery, they break off the affection, Steven saying, "well, now I certainly didn't expect that!"

A witness to almost all of what was transpiring in the passenger compartment, Adrian sought out all of his valuable equipment, positioning the rearview mirror and honing in with what listening device he had. Finally, he puts his two cents in, lowering the plexi window, "hey, wanna save some of that for me?"

Like Denny and he were on the same wavelength, Steven answers, "wait till we get to Braddock's. We're going to give you what you deserve, boy!"

Denny hi-5's Steven. Then they go back to kissing!

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Knowing Alex Nouguet had an apartment, but was never there, Wesley Braddock's uncle had given him permission to crash there whenver he needed. If the question ever came up, about using the private suite for male meetups, he figured that's why Uncle Stephen had tacked on the smile and wink. Thus far, Wesley has not had the opportunity to visit the apartment, except out of curiosity, to see what the secluded space looks like.

Now, standing there with Justin and having just experienced kissing with another dude, confronted with the question, 'got a place,' "uh, yeah."

With that, Justin bends down, picks up the shattered frames of Wes' glasses, "well, do you think we could go there?"

They share holding it until Wes says, "thanks."

Eyes meet again, Justin breaking off the affectionate fixation, "ready?"

Wes bit a lip, "I think."

Still, their feet were stuck to the bathroom floor.

Justin delivers, "baby steps?"

He could read the look on Wes' face, the mystery surrounding it.

"The beginning chapter of 'See The Good In All Things'?"

"Oh right. Chapter 1."

"You read the book?"

"If I hadn't, I probably wouldn't be standing here, allowing you to seduce me?"

It gave Justin a chuckle, put a smile on his face, "really? Me? Seduce you?"

"I thought that's what it is?"

At this point Justin could care less of who thought what first, his balls churning, "where's this place you've got tucked away?"

Grabbing the refuse from Justin's hands, Wes turns around, dumping the glass remnants in the trash, "I'm ready, if you are?"

Justin gulps, "I guess."

Then, the problem of the early stages of love on their minds, when they don't know it's happening, they are alarmed by the fact neither remembered to throw the latch on the bathroom lock, "oh, am I interrupting something?"

"Davis?"

Twenty-two years old and having more experience at matters than the two of them put together, he turns and throws the lock in place, "bad move, dudes, not locking the door when getting it on?"

The fact the two stood side by side, Wes having removed his jacket, but longsleeved dress shirt still moist. Justin, with pants still down around the ankles, says of the situation, "it isn't what it looks like."

Justin could kick himself for not taking the pants Wes brought back from the store, stepping out of the old khakis and pulling the new pants up around his waist. He does now!

Walking away from the door, Davis smirks, "yeah, it never looks like the way it is, does it?"

The day Davis picked up the book, 'See The Good In All Things,' and not being a scholar at heart, had skimmed through. Somewhere midway the phrase caught his attention and he laughed to himself, 'how true', reading the same situation.

"Really?" Justin says.

Wes asks, "like, how does that go?"

Ignoring Wes' question, Davis walks up to Justin, eyes him up and down, feels free to lift his tee shirt, "so, what kind of kink can you get into?"

Out front on the sidewalk, with Conor's help, Davis had learned one of Justin's secret desires.

Viewing the two, Wes says, "kink? What does that mean?"

Swiping his tee shirt down, disengaging Davis' fingertips, Justin says, "nothing."

Having been around the block two or three times, Davis says, "oh I see. You two," his finger points back and forth, "have something going?"

"Something going?" Wes says.

A little more with smarts, Justin says, "we just met. I hurt my finger," he holds it up, showing a little red cut, no wider than a hyphen, "Wes helped me clean it up."

Viewing the khakis still at Justin's ankles, "are you sure that's all that's going on?"

The word 'kink' stuck in his mind, Wes curiously saying, "well, what do you think is going on, Davis?"

Having read up on stuff, which had gotten Justin's brain ticking in the first place and knowing what could take place in a bathroom, other than what the ordinary guy envisions, "trust me. You don't want to know Wes."

Davis smiles with half his lips, right side up, left down, a smirk and the words, "yeah. Some things were meant to remain unsaid."

More the scholar, Wes instantly recalls, "oh yeah. I read that in Chapter 4, but I don't agree with it. It's not meant for all the time. Only in some circumstances?"

Staring Justin in the face, Davis says, "is he for real?"

Whereas Wes was questioning about what 'kink' was, Justin already had guessed months ago, done a little research, made excuse, "we all don't know everything about everything, do we?"

As Davis perceived, was now guessing, that these two had feelings for each other, backing down, "I suppose."

Being things were at a stalemate, Davis takes up the slack, "so, what's up with this?"

His head nodded, as much as asking why two teens are in the restroom, one half dressed, the other wet sleeves.

"I accidentally peed my pants," Justin volunteers.

"Cool," Davis says.

"Not for that reason."

Disappointing Davis, "oh."

Wes steps into the conversation, "I went out to get Justin some pants to try on."

Davis, basing his assumptions on having seen Justin's dark treasure trail, "the brown ones match."

Here, both were mystified over Davis' comment, Justin saying, "matching what?"

Very forward, front and center, Davis holds the brown pants up to Justin's hips, lifts the shirt again to do a color check, "yeah, that's you."

Wes, standing to the side, calls it like it seems, "are you coming onto him, Davis?"

Davis' balls immediately take a leap, "now there's something I never thought I'd see," he analyzes, "Wesley Braddock with an alpha side?"

Wes questions, "what does he mean, Justin?"

Back on the sidewalk, he got a glimpse of what Davis was about, his interaction and conversation with Conor, Justin saying, "in other words, whatever you want Davis to do, all you have to do is tell him and he'll do it."

"Still don't get it."

Right now? Davis' balls yearned for Wes to get it, "better with a visual demonstration."

Still no clue to what the two are playing each other for, "Justin?"

It was a dilemma and recalling someplace in 'the book', risks weren't taken without chance, Justin wasn't sure he wanted to be the cause of Wes not liking his kinky side. Then again, there was hot-man-Davis to contend with and the way his balls were doing flip-flops right now, Wes was slowly losing the race, "you said you have a place we can go?"

Davis guesses it right away, "the rooftop suite?"

"Um," Wes still wasn't sure, "Uncle Stephen said I could use it whenever I want."

"What are we waiting for?"

They had been undecided for the past half hour, but Justin was glad Davis had made the call, in case things didn't work out.

Upon leaving the bathroom, of his old khakis, Davis picks them up off the floor, saying, "you want these?"

Justin remarks, "no need for them anymore."

Wes and Justin left the place first, which gave Davis the chance of smelling the crotch of the old khakis, before tossing them in the trash!

It must've gotten busy since when they got to the elevator, they were waiting and watching for it to hit their floor.

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Meanwhile, the cab carrying Steven Steeves and Denny Ferrari had reached the side street adjacent to Braddock's.

"Looks like this is as close as we're going to get," their driver, Adrian, remarks.

"You can let us out here, boy," Denny says.

Steven smiles, quipping in a low tone, "I bet Adrian's not going to like that!"

"I know," Denny lets out a dastardly, nasally giggle.

So, down around the corner Denny in his leather harnessed outfit and Steven in his attired business suit, emerge from the taxi, which is parallel to a line of people hugging the building.

"So, which is it," Steven puts it to Denny, "am I the master of you, or you the master over me?"

"Neither," Denny replies, placing an arm over Steven's shoulder. "Right now we're," he jokes, "even-stevens!"

Of his endeavor at being comical, Steven says, "bad one, like 'ha,ha'."

To get even, Denny says, "I hope you like it as much as my ripe pits," he brings Steven into a tighter hug.

Getting even for getting even, Steven bucks up, "mm-mm, I might just get kinky on you and lick them!"

It seemed like a stalemate, back in the cab. Having never fallen to his knees for any man, Denny was readying himself for maybe the first time, especially after sharing sweet affections with Steven.

He decides to let Steven off the hook, "you don't have to do that."

"I know. I just thought it might be an even trade off, when you lick my balls!"

It seemed like Denny could do no wrong. With the outfit he had on, harnessed pecs showing off a hot frontal assault of dark brown hair, the beard and metal beads along the leather criss-crossing of his chest, it made him look like a superhero. Not only this, but those who followed the gay porn trade knew Denny was more than a star, rushing him for autographs wherever he went in his realm; bars, clubs, or even on the street around his territories. There were even a bunch of dudes who started something, pulling down their pants, revealing bare ass, only to feel Denny's big hand planted right across the crack!

The second bare ass, the dude had stripped his belt from his pants. After Denny whipped it over his ass cheeks, he says, "you ain't gettin' it back, boy!"

"Cool," he whips out his cell, "can I get your number?"

After entering his number, Steven says, "you know he's going to be calling you everytime he wants a spanking?"

Giggling, a trait Denny could project, being funny, but looking fierce at the same time, "you think I'm the only dominant guy at the studio who likes painting stripes on a boy's ass?"

It stirred a thought in Steven's brain, "oh, I didn't know you had a sadistic streak?"

"Steve, my boy, no ownership intended," Denny roars with a short burst of laughter, "sadism is only part of the equation!"

He wasn't bored, Steven loving the idea of having a 'dad' hand on his shoulder, spelling out the facts of a different kind of life, things about how lust can bring a man to his knees, literally.

Reaching the front of Braddock's Department Store, suddenly the men lurching forward to flaunt bareass had dissapated, Denny entertaining Steven's question, "it's not always about me."

"Hm, that's interesting."

"I thought maybe you didn't understand the relationship between a dominant and sub. Hope it clears your thoughts, Steve."

"No, it's not the dom-sub thing I was thinking about, but more about how willing you're going to be, faced down on the bed while my shaft is tickling your ass?"

Not sure about it either, Denny says, "may the best man win!"

Allison opened the door, right away admitting the two, Steven receiving the accolades, "enjoy your day, Mr. Steeves. and oh," she seals off the door momentarily, my card," Allison whips out a calling card, "in case you get some ladies in need of the same care and affection?"

Their exchange of smiles told all, without language spoken. Then Allison re-opens the door for Denny to pass through.

Once inside, Denny makes excuse for the delay in entering, "I guess she hasn't seen any of my movies?"

"Do lesbians watch your movies?"

Answering Steven with a smile, Denny says, "good question, Steve," leaving it at that.

"Oh," Steven turns back, "should we be waiting for Adrian?"

They were getting fond of him, but Denny says, "nah. I think he can find his own way."

"What happens if he gets lost and doesn't find us?"

"I know this sounds cruel," Denny says, "but do we really care?"

Steven thought of reprimanding Denny for the more-than-little pinch on the butt, but thought there would be plenty of time later. Then it got Steven really thinking, did he want to submit or dominate?!

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On the upper floor of the building, Buzz knew it was his job to protect Alex Nouguet, but right now, having been introduced to Steve London, having a feel for the guy, didn't think Alex was in harms way. Still, hanging out in the lobby, which is the division between Stephen Braddock and Alex's apartment, he started to feel antsy.

Right there in front of him was the pool, which the gleaming water, rippling with sunlight, shining through the glass canopy, seemed mighty inviting. He figured it a remote possibility Alex would be calling on the need for help, so instead of taking a swim, at least he stripped off his shirt to sunbathe. Buzz also helped himself to the bar, pouring himself a can of gingerale, topping it with a sprig of mint he found in the bar fridge, topping it with a nip of vodka.

Looking down at a lounge chair he kicked off his sneakers, sits and peels socks. Glancing around, in case anyone's watching, he thought it kind of stoopid, lying there in his trousers. Fidgeting with his belt, snap and zipper, he takes pants down to his ankles, then off.

Thumbs at the elastic of his tighty-whities, more fancy, a slick pattern of camo greens and gray, he thinks out loud, "I could get used to this life."

Only drawback, his bank account didn't reflect it!

Whateva, he was here now and with the time to enjoy, he lay back, running a hand up and down the fuzzy trail connecting his hairy chest, down to his bellyhole and as he liked it, dipped a finger in, giving it a workout, brushing a finger over the hairy mass below, "ah-hh-h-h-ah-h!"

So comfortable he got, he dozed, but not for long, Buzz hearing the purr of the elevator. Waking out of the light slumber, he forgot the gingerale on the arm of the lounge chair, plunking it over into his lap, "oh shi-i-i-it!"

He could've been jumping to life, watching the seltzery liquid run down his chest, seep into his navel, but it's not like he's been there, had guys think it a hot fetish, sipping a drink out of his bellyhole. It kind of gives his balls a jolly thump, thinking the last time a group of college boys cornered him at a bar. Not the first time, Denny let the posses over power him, eagle-stretch him out on a pool table then pour one after the other, whiskey shots into his navel, take a sip and then dig their tongues in to get the very last drop. Man, the codpiece prisoning up his shaft was ready to pop!

Lying in the lounge chair, all Denny had was a tiny cocktail napkin and his hands to wipe the little ooze seeping out of his self-enduced hard shaft. By now, his keen sense of security should have kicked in, but that elevator was too damn quiet!

"Ya know, I could make that a helluva more fun for you, with my lips in place of your hand?"

Looking over the top of his shades, he watches a dude walking towards him. He didn't look like a Ninja, nor anyone read as life threatening, so kept the napkin busy dabbing at the tip of his cock.

"Hey, have you seen Denny or Steven?"

"Braddock?"

"No, Steven Steeves."

"Nope. Don't know him. Who are you?"

On his way up from his cab, walking the street, sidewalk and then the hot elevator ride up, Adrian had taken to stripping off his tee shirt, parking it down the back of his pants, "I'm Adrian. I was supposed to meet Steve and Denny Ferrari here."

One he certainly never met, but felt it a dream if he did, Buzz exclaims, sitting up abruptly on the side of the lounge chair, "Denny Ferrari? The gay porn star? You know him?"

Well, Adrian didn't say he met him only an hour ago, "sure. We're good friends. I was supposed to meet him up here to get a strap laid over my ass," he laughs.

Oh man did that get Buzz's balls churning. So much, it caused a little spurt of already pent up emotion, causing his shaft to seep out.

"Oops," Buzz says, both seeing the gooey spunk paint a dark spot on the concrete pavement and having felt the pulse of his balls.

Detecting an interest, on the sly, Adrian says, "looks like I've sparked an interest?" Like leading a witness, "you see any of Denny's movies?"

"You're joking? Denny Ferrari? What gay man, in his right mind, hasn't seen all his movies?"

Adrian shrugs both shoulders. At the moment, he wasn't counting statistics, keeping an occasional eye on the secrete of Buzz's tenders.

"If it's a whacking on the ass you need, I'd like to help Denny out with that?"

"Really? That'd be cool. Where?"

In a glassed courtyard, it was hardly the place one would want to be caught with their pants down, which had Buzz thinking. He already knew Alex and Steve were using one of the suites, but hadn't, for the time he's been waiting, "y'know, no one's been in or out of the other suite, since I've been sitting here. I just wonder," Buzz taps his lips.

Adrian wasn't sure which was ahead of himself, thoughts of Buzz's hand on his ass, or his balls searing with desire, "let's chance it!"

"Only problem, I don't have a key."

However, what they didn't know, once a person makes it up the elevator to the top floor, access to either of the suites is a given right.

Testing, Buzz places a hand on the door and pushing lightly, "it's open."

With feelings more elevated, Adrian pushes it open and swipes right past Buzz.

He was first thinking, 'the audacity,' secondly thinking of what a buzz he got, Adrian's shoulder grazing across his pecs. Ever since he can remember, not only navel, but his nips have been wired to his cock and whenever played up, it got his balls boiling!

Shocked, but not enough to have him running, Adrian stands there, upon seeing a man, stretched out, tied to the four corners of the bed, another man with a strap in his hand, ready to strike, exclaims, "hell yeah!" With wishful thinking, "can I be next?"

On the other hand, much as Buzz was looking forward to tanning Adrian's hide, or perhaps warming it up for a hard poking, he cradles the taxi driver in the corner of his pit, "uh, sorry. I guess we should've knocked before entering."

He was ready to usher Adrian out, when the man tied to all four corners of the bed says, "no. Stay. Have some fun with us."

Come to find out, an hour or so ago, after Stephen Braddock had wooed Gaston Howelland out of the back of the limo and into his store, they quickly made their exodus to the top floor of Braddock's Department Store, from the public to the private sector.

When Gaston found a pair of handcuffs left out in the open, he had interrogated, "what's this, Stephen?"

Of leaving it out, which was not a mistake on Stephen's part, "oops, I guess I didn't put all my toys away."

Not appalled at all about Stephen's kinky likes, Gaston said he could get into some stuff, but preferred using homemade utensils, which could be ordinary workshop and home goods found with the inventory of his hardware business.

Not a stranger to kinky torturing apparatus, having years of practice and play, Stephen had questioned, "like what?"

Gaston, about to embark on his 50th year, had began in his twenties, as a bottom, having men get their jollies on playing with his nips, navel, ass, balls, whipping his back, or front, and other means by which two or more men can have a ball.

When Stephen first listened to Gaston's explanation he began to feel the lust go out of him, that he was a bottom.

However, years ago, when Gaston, as a result of more men having a need to be dominated, took up the helm of becoming a dominant type, which had been in his mid-30's. Not only learning from others, but when eye-shopping the inventory of his hardware store, picked up an tool and thought how hot it would be to use on an area of a guy's bod. At first it tickled him to think how two pair of pliers could really maim a dude's nips, but if applied softly, could really make him 'leak'. Trying it out on an innocent individual, a man his own age, both found it immensely pleasurable, edging the sub on.

After convincing the newcomers to stay and telling them his history in a nutshell, Adrian remarks, "man, I'd sure like to see how it feels to have my nips squished like that?"

Adrian was terribly disappointed, Gaston saying, "sadly, I wasn't expecting things to turn out as they did today," he had a revelation, (Chapter 15: 'how things don't always go according to plan, but doesn't mean things don't turn out well) "and didn't bring my toolbox with me."

"No problem," Adrian snaps his fingers, "I've got a toolbox in the trunk of my taxi," he jumps on it, questioning, "but what would you need it for?"

Like many across the globe, seems like everything which happens in life, there's a chapter of 'See The Good...' which can be reflected upon, having Gaston close the gap between him and the young taxi driver, "don't you go worrying you're pretty little head over it. Besides, I don't play with 'used' tools. Health issues, you know?"

"Oh," Adrian was so under Gaston's spell, he forgot what the subject of their conversation was, "of course. I always use a condom."

Gaston didn't know where that came from, but whatever, another subject surfacing, he taps Adrian on the tip of his nose, "I'm sure there's plenty I can keep you busy with!"

He knew this wasn't a figment of his imagination, Adrian remembering a friend telling him or, being a bookworm, there's somewhere he's read, "speaking of pretty," unlike his father, who used to beat him, "you're kind of gorgeous yourself, sir."

In some friendship circles, a leather belt or pliers for teasing nips could work for both the giver and receiver, but Gaston wasn't feeling that he should be playing his bdsm trump card just yet, "oh? Well then, before we jump into things, why don't we get to know each other?"

Buzz was stunned, that this older dude seemed to be stealing Adrian away from him, but in life, there were always alternatives. And, looking to the ceiling for all of a few seconds, pondered where he had read it!

Rightfully, Adrian could only guess how old his father is. They weren't at all close, so never knew. Regardless, they never really established a true relationship, but something of a different way a father and son live together under the same roof. Adrian was glad of it, having his father come home, after drinking binges, and get caught in the crossfire of his parents' fighting. He recalls it all starting in high school, when his dad would fly off the handle and after his mom stormed out, he would be the target of his father's rage. After a while he accepted this as the way life could be, being whenever he needed a few bucks, he'd hit the old man up. So common did it become, getting beaten, asking for cash, it became and accepted means of give and take relationship. When the divorce went through Adrian went to live with his mom. Only, she was never around. As a result, he went out at night, looking for the 'father-and-son' relationship he so dearly missed.

A complicated matter, he didn't think he would fit in, when his mom married the divorced dad of two older teenaged sons. But like things can work for the best (as Adrian would later read), probably he would never have had an early experience at sucking cock, if not for 'Sean' and 'Dean'. In their middle class home, there was only one bedroom for the boys.

The younger of the two, 'Sean', 17-years-old, complained when his dad had to triple up on the bedroom space, which for now, Adrian would have to sleep on a foldup cot. The other brother, 18-year old 'Dean', commuted to college, most of the time returning home daily.

Being the hero, Dean cuts in on the father-sons family meeting, "no problem, dad."

"No problem, Dean, really? There's hardly any walking space as it is!"

Dean says, patting his brother on the shoulder, "don't worry dad. I'll talk with Sean and I'm sure we'll work things out."

After they returned to the room, the two stripped down, got comfy on the bed. Between Sean licking and sucking Dean, they came to an agreement, based on how their secret bromantic relationship has been going on since both knew they were gay.

Looking down over the fuzz on his chest, Dean says, "I can't believe you don't see the rewards of all this, bro?"

"Rewards? Like, not only do we have share our room, but showering and other stuff?"

They had a separate bathroom than their parents, in charge of keeping it spotless. Nowadays, with Dean attending college, the responsibility has fallen on the younger bro.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Dean has two thoughts. First, "what was it that guy said in his book, something about how stuff looks really bad at first, but when you think about it, how something good is going to come out of it?"

Holding Dean's stiff shaft while talking, "so, what's your point?"

"I can't believe you're so dense, Seanie. Who taught you how to clean the bathroom?"

"You did, but what I didn't know is you tricked me into having to be the only one cleaning it."

"So, soon as the new recruit moves in, you teach him how to do it. Now, get back on my cock before I have to tie you to the bed!"

That small incident of brotherly chat began the wheels turning in Sean's brain. 'Yeah', Dean had taught him how to clean the bathroom, scrubbing out the tub, shower, toilet and vanity. The first time he complained, Dean, who was new to his hobby, whipped out a pair of cuffs, struggled Sean to the bed, cuffed both wrists and stretched him out on the sheets.

Dean had picked this up, going out nights with the guys at college, to a club. Even though it was a willing thing, guys wanting to be victims to being whipped, having their balls and nips played with, other things deemed, 'fun', he used the same influence to get what he wanted at home. He was merciless, squeezing and twisting Sean's nips, until he agreed to take on both their jobs BR-cleaning and tidying up their room.

Now Sean was looking at that same ordeal, thinking he was about to be scot-free of cleaning not only the bath, but also bedroom and laundry, "I see what you mean."

Strangely, conditions which did not seem ideal for the thrown-together brothers, worked to each of their advantages.

Sean was whacked out of his gourd when Adrian said, "not a problem," faced with cleaning the bathroom, that he did already, his mom having to work and not having the resources to hire someone.

"For real?"

Sean thought it unbelievable, when Adrian asks, "got anything else you want me to do, no problem."

In reality, right before they moved in, Adrian's mom said to get along and don't make waves. So, Adrian went on the attitude, whatever he did, it would make his mom proud. He liked seeing her happy when he went the extra mile. It also was kind of awesome, when Dean finally did move out, into the college dorm, Adrian liked the way Sean ordered him around, even disciplining for small infractions. It was like him and his dad all over again, only a seventeen year old, a guy his own age, pretending to be his superior.

"Awesome," was Sean's response, the wheels in his brain were turning, thinking of how this could work much more to his advantage than anticipated.

Though, good intentions can go awry, when Dean thinks up the idea that it would be cool if Adrian sneaks out to the college and arriving on campus, heads for the basement of Dean's dormitory. There were a lot of firsts for the high school senior, on the verge of his eighteenth birthday.

When Adrian arrived as the basement door, he salivated, seeing Dean dressed in leather, from bottom up, boots, pants and this cool crisscrossing of his step-brother's dark-haired chest, strips of leather and embedded beads of metal, his first impression, "dude, you look cool!"

Dean would've let it go, except one of his older frat brothers standing next to him, saying, "you let this boy talk to you like that?"

"Of course not," Dean changes the inflection of his voice to the negative.

It wasn't the first time Adrian experienced a punch in the stomach, just shocked it came from his step-bro.

Dean lingering, holding Adrian's bod in a folded over position, by the ball of his fist, says, "play along or else you're dead meat!"

'Dead meat'? Adrian didn't care about that. Fact is, it got his balls tingling, feeling Dean's fist in his stomach. It's been a while since he's felt the same from his dad!

When Adrian answers, 'okay', the other frat says something about disciplining, but is called away to attend to some matter about ropes for bondage. It gave Dean five minutes to explain the rules of 'dungeon night', whereas each dominant would have a submissive present, to do competitive battle. Adrian was to become Dean's entry into the contest.

It was the first time he felt affection for Dean. The first time Adrian snuck out of the house at night, returning at three or four in the morning, he feared what he would find. However, as he found out, Dean was not a bad guy. He protected Adrian like he would Sean, keeping things from getting out of hand or too intense. He remembers Dean telling some other dominant, who was holding a lit candle, 'no, my boy is not ready for that yet.' Halfway through his senior year of high school, since his mom never found out he was sneaking out at night, back in in the wee hours of the morning, and with Sean to cover for him, Adrian would spend after-dungeon hours in Dean's bed, waking up and leaving campus.

It became a symbiotic relationship, Adrian there for Dean, Dean there for Adrian. In the dungeon, Adrian would consider it an act of love, perservering when put to the test, eventually taking his pecs coated with hot wax, thinking of doing it for his step-brother and afterwards loving it, receving praise for enduring some pretty nasty torture. Not only that, but the first for both, tables turned, Dean literally licking Adrian's wounds. More friends than sibling enemies, they became lovers, making a pact never to reveal Dean either sat of Adrian's pole, or allowed him to drill him faced down.

They've kept their secrets to this day!

From then till now, Adrian learned much. He knew all the ins and outs of the bdsm culture and with people like Gaston Howelland, knew how to push all the buttons. Only thing, he didn't know much about falling in love. When he turned eighteen, graduated college and moved away from home to the Big Apple, he did wonder if what he had with Dean was 'true love', but decided otherwise. They were just pawns in each others game.

Of Gaston Howelland, how could that be, that being twenty-six, how could Mr. Good-looking a guy as old as his father, how could he even think of getting it on with him?

"No," Gaston changes his mind. "Why don't we get dressed and go somewhere private?"

"Sure. Whatever you want," Adrian says.

Though, out there in the real world, Adrian has learned not to sell himself short. One thing he's learned, that taking a trick in the back seat of his cab, there was a big difference between $50 and $500. It wouldn't have been that clear to him, if one of his alley meetups hadn't told him he was worth much more than fifty, leaving Adrian with five Franklin's!

In the meantime, Buzz was getting antsy, saying to Gaston, "hey, if you're done with that belt?"

Stephen Braddock, who had gone to clubs much like Adrian and Dean did, or hosted some of his own soirees, could probably write 10 volumes of stories while he dabbled in bdsm.

Why, in an instant he stimulates Buzz's hand, "oh no, please don't whip me sir. I'll be good."

Gaston, passing by Buzz to get his clothes, says in his ear, "don't believe him. He's a very bad boy!"

"Boy?" Buzz scratched his head, the other hand holding the doubled in half leather belt.

Only once had Buzz been engaged in s&m play, astounded at how a fellow security buddy he worked with, could get the regional supervisor on his knees and willfully suck him dry.

Using the same plot, "you'll suck me dry boy, taking the first load down your throat and the second up your ass!"

At the time of his tutorial into bdsm, Buzz didn't think he could come two times in a row, but after watching his mentor, in a space of an hour, come both times, down the regional managers throat and up the ass, he found it wasn't too tough.

Roleplaying, Stephen barks back, "fuck you. I'm not doing anything of the kind."

Because of that chance meeting of his buddy and the regional manager, Buzz knew how to coerce a guy in only a few ways. From laying the leather strap across the ass, the same could be done, working it up the back. Because it was a fetish of the regional manager, his buddy worked the tip of the belt, left and right, from nip to nip, till the pecs were red. There was a second time, but the s&m was limited, mostly his buddy laying back and allowing the regional manager to work him sexually. It was the first time Buzz ever did a threeway, the manager going at them with double ambition.

Snapping his pants closed, Gaston says, "I told you he was a bad boy!"

Adrian affectionately says, "I can be your bad boy too?"

Gaston, standing there shirtless, says, "I bet you can, but first, I think we should get to know each other more."

There it was, second time on the table, which for whatever reason, Adrian was feeling drawn to the older man and it wasn't that he had viewed his long, hard shaft!

"Ready when you are," Adrian says, having put on his shirt.

"Hm," Gaston says, having pulled on his white dress shirt, "I think we better stop at the men's department and give you a makeover."

Unlike years ago, when Gaston was first starting up his hardware business, now with a chain of stores, he can afford to take a sloppily dressed man and transform him, using a department store full of mens threads.

"Uh. Yeah. One problem with that. I live from week to week on a meager salary and tips."

Tucking in his shirt at the waistline, Gaston says, "well then, I guess you've forced my hand. I'll pick up the tab."

"No."

Startled, because most men he's offered, have accepted, Gaston questions, "no?"

"It's not that I don't appreciate it, but I can pay my own way," Adrian smiles, "with plastic. You know, buy now, pay later?"

Quickly coming to mind, something from the book he read, (Chapter 17: 'Feeling The Emotions of Others'), Gaston detects such pride in Adrian's character, "of course, that's what I meant, picking up the tab, until a time comes when you can pay me back?"

"Oh. Okay. If that's the case." Then, thinking of juicy shaft that was moments ago dangling before his eyes, "of course, with interest?"

Gaston was thinking how that could go, "of course. You don't think I'd offer without special payback!"

More like boyfriends, than what they came to Stephen Braddock's suite to do, they stare at each other, "when do I start running up your credit card bill?"

"Now is a good time?"

Adrian had his pride and not just the gay kind, which when they had sloppily dressed, Gaston with his white dress shirt, buttoned from the bottom, up, to where he stopped right above the bellyhole, carried the jacket over an arm, says, "I'm keeping track of every dollar I spend. I'm playing you back in full."

Gaston admired that, Adrian taking responsibility for his actions. People at his hardware chain, were not that taken with cause and effect, which had them losing their jobs over trying to lie about details when something went wrong, even going the extreme, blaming it on another person. He's witnessed it a couple of times in management, which when reading about it, (Chapter 3 'False Pretentions'), he knew exactly where the author, Derek Winters, was going with this.

A little different take on the subject, it had him not only sensing Adrian's honesty, but something more that could be built on the trust he amplified. Leaving Stephen Braddock's private suite, he didn't want to interrupt, Gaston pressing against the door while pulling it closed.

After a couple of whacks of the belt across the department store magnate's ass, Buzz had quickly lifted the cuffs off the hooks at the top of the bed and flipped Stephen over. Working fast, so as not to lose his massive erection, Buzz mounts the bed, butt landing right on Braddock's chest. It made him smile when Stephen had primed himself, mouth open and ready to receive Buzz MacDonald's 9-inch spike.

"Oh, you thought I was ready to fuck that throat? Nah. First you're gonna tongue my stalk until I reach maximum potential!'

Buzz, as he has thought lately, is getting used to this dominant rhetoric!

Perhaps Braddock didn't think it was enough, getting his jollies and hardening up over his butt getting whacked, fishes for more, "and if I refuse?"

Over time, Buzz has learned this game, whereas the sub controls the dom, but liking it, reaches under his ass, finding Stephen's pec-spots. "Do I have to prove myself, boy?"

Buzz mercilessly grinds Stephen's nips between fingertips!

Gaston was kind of sorry to leave, being he had worked himself up, solely by roughly stripping Stephen out of his clothing, enjoying the sound of tearing the white shirt open, buttons popping everywhere and then, as he fastened the cuffs around wrists, stretched over his bod to fit the cuffs over embedded hooks, sap had leaked out of the tip of his shaft as it dragged along Braddock's bod. As he shut the door, it was like shutting the chapter of a book he would never be reading. (Chapter 18 'Once You've Started Something Good, Don't Stop'). Well, it started out good, a relationship he initiated some months ago, but once he handed over the belt to Buzz, he knew he jeopardized what they had built. Such was advice from author-psychiatrists!

Closing the door softly, so as not to disturb rising cum levels, Gaston turns around and literally in his face, there's Adrian, "ready to take me on? I wouldn't be a disappointment, sir."

"Can we drop the 'sir' part. It's Gaston."

"Do they call you something more hip?"

About ready to depress the elevator button, "hip?"

"Yeah, like Gassy? Nah, that doesn't work." Adrian, tapping a fingertip to his lips, like it's gonna help in the thinking process, "how about Tony?"

Looking to Gaston for approval, Adrian gets a facial expression which reads, 'not even close!'

Then, like he's the boss, with one hand on a hip, "do you think you can help out here?"

Gaston thought Adrian was being so cute, yet he was hesitant to take the twenty-five year old in his arms and smother him with kisses. In his late forties, he wasn't sure he wanted to spend his time, 'changing diapers'!

"Jacques."

"What's that?"

"My middle name. I thought it might help?"

A couple of times Gaston's finger went for the elevator button, only to hesitate as a result of Adrian's antics.

"Jacques. Let me think on it."

Again, with Adrian's finger like adhesive to the lips, he thinks about it.

Gaston, nothing to do but wait, goes for the elevator button.

"No. Wait," Adrian places his right hand on Gaston's left one.

Just as Adrian's got the answer, Gaston's cell tingles with a catchy tune, "uh, can I have my hand back please?"

"Oh," Adrian realizes his grasp, "sure," he detaches.

Taking the call, to Adrian it seemed quite urgent, hearing Gaston respond with calamity, voice elevated, "15 minutes left?"

Before Adrian could spring his idea on Gaston, "c'mon," the elevator button lights up, "we gotta go."

Doors bounce open, Gaston entering, dragging Adrian along by an arm.

"Wait. What about my idea? Don't you want to hear what I've come up with?"

Gaston couldn't believe how time flies when having fun. Did an hour and a half really slip by from leaving the limo, traveling through the interior of Braddock's, to the penthouse? Retracing steps, he thought about how short a time it took to strip down, once in Stephen Braddock's top floor apartment, a much longer time affixing cuffs and tying ropes. All that work, only to have his target stolen away by a beefy muscle cub!

However, right now he wasn't thinking about that. Ears starting to 'hurt', listening to Adrian babble on about his big idea, Gaston didn't know what got into him, but he had to stop the noise, plugging the lad's mouth with lips.

Backing off, Gaston says, "I guess I shouldn't have done that," on account of he's pushing 50?

"Are you kidding?"

Apparently Gaston was not. What he really intended, he didn't have think about, his gut feeling telling him what he wants!

Not getting a response, Adrian says, "hah," not meant as laughter, but dumbfounded over, "look at you."

Gaston didn't understand, "what about me?"

"I thought I would be the first one making a move."

Shocked about his action and reaction, Gaston says, "tell me I just didn't do that?"

Measuring up, they were about two inches apart in height, so for Adrian to grab Gaston by the threads and reel him in, "you mean this?"

They once again kiss. This time though there is no hesitation, both going for what they want, embracing as the elevator descends.

Doors a little slower opening on the main floor, there stands Justin and Wes.

Even though not under their controll, Justin says, "oh, are we interrupting?"

"Not really," Gaston wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

"Yeah," Adrian agrees, leaving it at that.

Good thing Gaston got the call, using as a diversion "we're on our way to the book signing," he takes Adrian by the hand and exits, "only 15 minutes left."

It's then Justin realizes, all this time, from when they left the mens room, making sure he didn't forget to take it, 'See The Good In All Things,' the well-read book and then the purpose, for coming to Braddock's, to have his copy signed by the author.

It took a toll on his psyche, Wes, who has flipped through the pages, says, "I couldn't believe that dude, kissing that older dude."

A man on a mission, Justin grabs Wes' hand and tearing them away from the open elevator, "c'mon. Like the old dude says, we've only got 15 minutes!"

Being dragged along, Wes pouts, "but what about us?"

Far as Justin was concerned, "if it wasn't for this book, there wouldn't be an 'us'!"

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Similar situations were taking place all across the Braddock's Department Store and blocks surrounding.

Upstairs, after Steve London had latched onto Alex Nouguet took the lift to Alex's private apartment, they settled in with light chat. It turned to the briefs designer unloading his life, of his deceased partner, Kyle and the years he spent wandering aimlessly. Steve lying there in bed, moving the locks of Alex's scruffy haircut from out of his face, responded in the only way he knew how, kindness and as it became appropriate, a sweet kiss on the lips.

In the first half hour of serious conversation, they lay there with their threads on. Feeling it the right time, the thirty-two year old veterinarian loosened the buttons of Alex's shirt, pushing it back over shoulders.

Bowling Alex over onto his back, Steve responded by falling flat over on top, lips engaged. Feeling not only his own shaft respond to things heating up, he sat up on his knees, cradling Alex's thighs. Wearing a polo shirt, he grabs it by the tails, lifting it overhead.

However, it gets stuck around his neck, "uh, I could use some help here?"

Alex, who by this time had put behind him a lot of history, now was admiring the full frontal assault of Steve's hairy, muscle bod.

He supposed all Steve had to do is reverse it, but Alex was already lusting to get his hands on that hirsuite bod, "hold it a second?"

Lifting himself, in a situp, it forces Steve to sit back. There was only a certain amount of flexibility, which has him reach his limits, falling backwards.

Amazed, all Alex views is not only Steve's bulge, but only knees, "you do yoga?"

"Could you tell?" Steve's muffled voice, closed up in the polo, responds.

Everything becomes the opposite, Alex slipping out of Steve's hold on him, as his feet hit the pillow.

Unable to position himself with legs locked under himself forever, Steve pushes up, legs going out straight, bod flexing to a flat position.

Approaching Steve from legs, upwards, Alex kept an eye on that enclosed erection, while his motions targeting relieving the situation of the tangled polo.

While Steve's head was in his private prison, it gave him seconds to think, what was he getting himself into.

Making it to his destination, Alex's radiator was more heated than he set out, which had his thinking facilities clouded. When he reaches Steve's shirt, instead of his plan of pulling it down, unbuttoning 1 or 2 buttons to get the it off, he grabs it and yanks it off.

"Oh shit, Alex! You almost ripped my nose off!"

Another thing Steve notices, whereas when his head got wrapped up, Alex's shirt was split down the middle. Now he faced Alex naked, waist up!

"Trust me," Alex says, working his lips to kissing Steve, "your nose is still intact."

Now which he was too concerned, Steve says, "I think you ripped my shirt." Then he bit a lip thinking, was Alex about to kiss him?

To Steve's complaint, Alex shows that's not what's important, "so, I'll design you a new one!"

What looked like Steve taking the reins instigating the loss of their shirts, while Alex sat bowled over, kissing lips, he busied his hands unbuckling Steve's belt.

Being it feasible and prolly hot as, Steve found Alex's belt and a little behind in the game, unbuckles and works the zipper.

Neither had a whim about positions, top or bottom, but Steve, when legs encased Alex's thighs, thought of undoing his pants then, jackknifing upwards and sitting down, feeling his ass invaded.

Alex didn't have to think about it. With his former partner, he always had Kyle on his back, or hands and knees.

Of the few men he's partied with, Steve has always been the one to 'insert', except that one time he met Derek, as a younger man, at the Waldorf and allowed the teen to fuck him!

Something hits him, what Derek says in his book, a one-liner, 'lightning strikes twice,' has Steve asking, "you want me legs over or flipped over?"

It was on Alex's mind, if he was ready to go that far, channeling in on Steve's lips, but with it out there, "how about a blowjob?"

"Oh," it threw Steve for a loop. "How about, 'I will, if you will'?"

"69?"

Steve, at this point was all out to making Alex his, "or whatever you want?"

Grabbing Steve's pants at the waist and pulling them all the way down to his ankles, Alex says, "turn over."

Steve had mixed reaction. It's only been once in his life he's been fucked, about ten years ago, by a teen, while employed at the Waldorf Astoria. Almost a moment of connection, his cell phone rings. Thinking it was either breaking off what he and Alex had going for him, or not letting it go to his inbox.

Small world, Alex, ready to poke his new friend in the butt, his cell phone produces a tone.

Steve's phone stops jingling.

If that wasn't enough of an interruption, there comes a knock at the door.

"What now?" Alex says, but his phone too goes silent.

Whomever was at the door, doesn't wait, entering.

It was Buzz, no clothes, a towel balled up and hiding his crotch, "Alex, did you get my text?"

Alex had more than one question, other than why he was being texted, "aren't you on duty, Buzz?"

Looking down himself, the stripe down the middle takes his eyes right to the towel, "uh, I took a break?"

It made Steve pay attention, peering at Buzz's big butt. He almost took it personally to heart, but then remembers that he's the one who instigated making love to Alex in the first place. Life wasn't the same as when he met up with guys at the hotel, providing after hours entertainment. While Alex and Buzz conversed, Steve checks his phone.

"Shit!" he jumps up from the bed.

Standing there, he had less on than Buzz.

Of Steve's dark-haired crotch, Buzz says, "damn, Alex, if you don't want him, I'd be more than happy to take Steve off your hands?"

Alex could agree, probably what Buzz was feeling, Steve standing erect, the full view of his hairy bod, from his beard down to the underside of his balls, not to mention arms and legs and the trendy haircut, which now was messy.

After checking his text messages, Steve says, "quick! We've got to get downstairs. Derek's ready for me." Then, thinking of having hooked up with Alex, "I mean, us."

Come to find out, when Derek found out his old friend from the Waldorf wanted to get in on the booksigning, he made arrangement to contact Steve about ten minutes before his scheduled departure. This would make it more convenient to catch a cuppa coffee together and for him to meet Richard. That's what the text was about.

Checking his phone, Alex was supposed to get a text from Stephen Braddock, which had the department store magnate apologizing for the late communication, that he had been unavailable, 'tied up,' and unable to get away.

Stephen was not in his presence, but how many times has Alex been put off with the same, 'tied up', meaning not by business, but in bondage, "really, Stephen?"

However, Buzz is the one to give him away, "I was with Steve Braddock and he gave me the head's up, if you want an autograph, you better get your act together and get down there?"

Steve, who couldn't deny Buzz a handsome beefcake of a man, questions, "Mr. Braddock, is he still tied up, or should I say, 'tied down'?"

"Let's just leave at being detained, that is until I get my book signed and report back up here?"

Alex and Steve had begun assembling themselves, "you're not going like that, are you?"

With humor, a short snort of laughter, Buzz says, "wouldn't that turn heads?"

"It turned mine!"

Alex, who thought he and Steve had started on some blueprints for a relationship, says, "cheating on me already, Steve?"

"Oh no, no, no, Alex. I swear," Steve holds up fingers like a boyscout, "I'm not!"

After they had spent so much time in bed, with little more than hugs and a few kisses, Alex unloading his life story to Steve's patient ears, he doubted that there wasn't sincerity in words spoken, "guess what?"

Walking over by Alex, "what?"

"I believe you."

Buzz could see a romantic moment coming on. He's had a few, so decides to bow out, "you're down to about 10 minutes, if you want your book signed?"

Whether they heard, wrapped up in each others' arms, Buzz didn't care. Instead, he was thinking where he left off with Stephen secured to the bed. About to re-enter the other suite, the elevator opens.

Stephen's security manager, wasn't at all shocked, faced with almost full nudity when the elevator doors slide open.

"Edison, what brings you up here?"

"Stephen. He didn't show up for the book signing and I wondered what was up with that?" Edison says.

Both working the same building, Buzz, Alex's personal guard, Edison, more or less the same for Stephen, don't meet up all that regularly, but when they do, it's a blast!

"I just got a blanketed text about that, making sure Alex and his new friend were informed."

Like a bloodhound, sniffing out prey, "new friend?"

The door sealed Alex and Steve inside, which it's at times like these, Edison wishes he's had xray vision.

"You wouldn't mind if I took a peak?"

Buzz blocks the way, "hey, you have your man to protect and I have mine?"

When they have met for steamy sex, Edison knew Buzz loved having his thick beard buzz over nips, "of course."

Crooking his neck, brushing his bristles over Buzz's lightly haired pecs, produces quite a charge of electricity.

"Oh shoot, Edison, are you trying to bribe me or something?"

Standing, Edison roars with laughter as Buzz brushes hands over both nips, relieving himself of the tickly feeling, "yeah. Something!"

"You're such a tease!"

"I know," Edison replies.

They stood there, capturing the moment, a time which usually, if they were in private quarters led to something much more. Originally both had apartments in the city, moving out to Jersey.

At twenty-eight years old, Buzz's semi-pro-wrestling career wasn't going anywhere.

Edison could have been sitting back on the family fortune, sole inheritor of the estate. However, after spending the bulk of it, about half, the family attorney came to him and advised, 'if you keep on this course, you're going to actually have to get a job to make it through life!'

If he had never picked up Derek's book, he'd probably be living the words of his attorney. It helped, or rather Buzz did, to help him to get on track, realize he better find employment. Being his father had this guy to follow him around, making sure living the life he did, as a millionaire, was safe, Edison toyed around with the idea.

Whatever their past history, the pair fit together like a puzzle, as their lives became. Still they were discovering new things about it other. Just last week, after a guy they met at the train station, older, in his late forties, they found a new hobby, roleplaying!

Neither Edison, nor Buzz realized the potential each had in acting out roles. The third player that afternoon, Mike, a Wall Street exec, claimed he had just gotten into BDSM and was looking for a couple of guys to try out some stuff with. Whereas it looked as if Buzz was more dominant, Mike put the honor on Edison.

Mike claimed the older house they lived in, the basement looked creepy enough to remodel into a dungeon. Unlike the looks of a real dungeon, with addition of some ropes hanging from ceiling cross beams and Mike's big bag of goodies, the three had some good times.

At first Buzz didn't like the looks of some of the equipment, floggers, straps, nip clamps with weights, a ball gag and others, but when he was eaglespread and Mike directing Edison what to do, Buzz found he could get hard real quick!

With Mike, it didn't last long, but he and Edison from time to time head down to the basement for recreation.

"What do you mean you want to go back and play with Stephen, when an hour ago you told me to remind you of the booksigning?"

Buzz stood there, the one towel keeping him from showing how much he wanted Edison to 'go there', "I suppose this means I'm going to 'get it but good', when we get home?"

Seeing Buzz wanted it, himself not opposed to it, "you bet and this time I'm not going to go easy on you."

Buzz didn't have to guess it was coming, the usual when they got in a fit of going the s&m route, "oh come on, Edison."

Not to mention, Edison in his security uniform, it made Buzz salivate in lust.

In Buzz's breathing space, Edison says, "are you trying to con me?"

At home, their roleplaying was much longer, more intense. In the small quadrant of a few minutes and without dungeon surroundings, Edison is easy on Buzz. In lieu of a punch to the gut, he grinds his fist into Buzz's tough abs and having removed his night stick from his belt, uses it to toy with an already stiff cock and big hangers.

"No, no, no, Edison. You don't believe me?"

Of course he did, but this was a game, which has Edison saying, "not entirely. But tonight I'm sure I can beat it out of you."

With adding a smile, Edison retracts his balled up fist from Buzz's stomach and puts his night stick back in the belt loop which holds it.

After hearing Buzz talk about how hard he gets, when two wrestlers hold him and a third punches him in the stomach, breaking down his wall of hard abs, Edison always gives the former wrestler what he wants. He also gets a nice blow job when Buzz is too weak to stand!

They stood there standing and staring at each other, when the door to Alex's suite pops open.

"Buzz? What the hell?" Alex confronts him.

"Oh," Buzz says, "I thought you two," he doesn't finish his sentence, "I'll get ready real quick."

Steve and Alex, instead of taking to the bed for one more romp between the sheets, had gotten themselves together, a quick shower, dressed, hair combed, ready to go downstairs.

Buzz, his hand on the knob to the other suite, Edison says, "oh Buzz, do me a favor and make sure Stephen is ready to go downstairs?"

Buzz was glad, for his sake of embarrassment, he still had the white towel covering his loins.

It didn't hide what Steve thought he saw, "looks like you and Buzz were ready to start something?"

He wasn't sure Steve has made the connection, steps forward, hand extended, "I'm Edison Nicks, Mr. Braddock's security manager."

Extending his hand, "Steve London."

Being a former playboy, Steve had to make sure of the unheard language someone else picks up on, now have committed himself to Alex.

Giving away some of his history, "Buzz and I are from Jersey. We would be honored if you and Alex could come over for dinner some evening."

'Wow', Steve thought, 'this guy moves fast,' "sure. Okay with you, Alex?"

Alex felt good Steve was making it inclusive, "fine with me," thinking since he's lived a reclusive life these fast few years, it would be a healthy thing to do.

Indeed, Buzz had hustled to get Stephen untied from the bed. Finding the same clothes they had worn, something upholding the Braddock name, Stephen would never do, wear the same set of clothing he took off, except if he wasn't home and getting some quick sex, the pair emerge from the other suite.

"How was that? Quick or what?"

Big boss Edison says, "I expected you to be out here five minutes ago?"

Buzz loved it, almost feeling the pangs of being strung up in their basement, his stomach feeling Edison's fist punching it, which produces, "I guess you know hot to deal with it?"

Later on, Stephen would want in on it!

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When they got down to the booksigning party, it had a different flair about it. Gone were the hungry autograph seekers, replaced by waiters, passing out bubbly from trays and a table with finger foods.

"Oh man," Buzz says, "if I knew this was going on, I would've been down here a half hour ago."

Putting a hand on Buzz's shoulder, Steve says, "I hear ya, bro."

He got a look from Alex, "just kidding!"

Though Alex couldn't move the thought to the back of his mind, of how an impact his career has had on Braddock's Department Store, the waiters dressed in his designer briefs and nothing else, except black bowties.

"Hey, Steve," Alex lets him slide, "what do you think I thinking about, drawing up thousands of designs for my briefs?"

Edison says, "oh man, I think I'm in the wrong business!"

It's Buzz who notices, being Alex's protector, this suit making his way over to them.

As protocol, he gets closer to Alex when the suit makes close advance.

"Mr. Nouguet, I'm Derek's partner, Richard Webster."

Buzz relaxed his position, but of this hot, young guy, his revolver was suddenly gunning for him!

"Call me Alex."

Richard says, "I was wondering if you would do me a favor, Alex?"

"Sure. If I can."

Alex was expecting a fresh pair off the racks, but instead, Richard begins to unbuckle his belt!

It wasn't the first time Alex autographed a pair of his briefs, just that this was the first he's done it while 'attached'.

With his slacks down at his ankles, Richard sums up, "there's got to be a better way." He did stop for all of a few seconds, to remember where he read that!

What Richard meant though, with the jacket and shirt tail hanging over his briefs, it would seem tough for Alex to sign, "hold on a second."

Not only Buzz's balls, but others, an exclusive male party, could feel the same sensation, of Richard, stripping off his dress jacket, removing the tie, shirt and then kicking off his pants, nonchalantly saying, "I think this will be easier?"

From behind him Derek comes, "making a spectacle of yourself, Richard?"

Because of Derek's smile, he knew he wasn't disturbed of his partner standing there in only his briefs and socks, "I know. It's your party and you should be the center of attention?"

Then, from about ten years ago, a former patient steps forward, "hey, Dr. Webster, remember me?"

At first Richard didn't, but then walking towards him, in only sock and briefs, "Reed, is that really you?"

No one could have known Reed better than Derek, who watched as Richard and he hugged. About ten years ago, he was a crazy guy, without much responsibility and in a fit to meet up with a hot dude along the road, got himself into deep trouble. Along with some other men, who met their fate in the same way, Reed was taken to a compound, stripped down, hung by his arms and tortured for the sheer pleasure of it. Richard came into his life, Reed having been rescued and hospitalized. After a period of time, nursing his wounds, Richard advised Reed to speak to a psychiatrist. The first few days, Derek pitched in, but it became clear, it would require much more time than he could give, being he was working on his book.

Of the shrink Derek recommended, Richard says, "are you still seeing Yousef?"

"I still am," Reed replies, the psych appearing beside him.

About Reed's height, deep-toned skin, nice hair style, beard, before there are words, comes hug, then, "Richard, I am so happy for you and Derek."

At the time, Yousef was about Reed's age, fresh out of college. Since, Derek has brought many clients to the doctor and now with his book, Yousef if receiving calls for more than he can handle.

When Derek breaks free of talking with Buzz and Edison, "Yousef, how are you? Keeping busy?"

After hugging, Yousef says, "too many. I need a helper, if you know of a bright, young doctor?"

"Much like yourself?" Derek questions.

Right then and there, after Reed has expressed his thankfulness for the plastic surgeon Richard has recommended, like his former doctor, he wanted to strip down for the sole purpose of showing off his blemish-free nips!

"Um, why don't we get together at my place sometime for dinner and then afterwards, we'll see how that goes?"

Richard wouldn't have offered, other than Reed seemed like a totally different indivdual than in those times. He gives Reed his card and watches as he disappears into the crowd.

Wanting Alex's hand on him, to autograph his briefs, he turns around, "now where were we?"

Didn't last long, two other men in his face to greet him, "Dr. Webster?"

They both ogle over the doctor in his undies, eyeing him up and down, to the bulge, then back up, "you might not remember us, it being ten years," one introduces, "we were the officers responding to the compound?"

Even though ten years ago, the officers, Edwin Frye and Romain Gerard, have kept up the hard facade of working out in the gym, running and playing neighborhood football, even at the ages of fifty and fifty-two.

"Are you kidding? Maybe a little gray in the features, but you guys look awesome!"

Derek and Richard had connected with the two, eight years or so ago at a football game, proceeds going to the victims of the 'Compound Crimes', as it was called by law enforcement.

They reminisced, Edwin saying, "you play a mean game of football, Richard!"

Derek, reconnecting with Richard, greets both lawmen.

"How's my favorite cheerleader?" Romain greets Derek with a hug.

"Uh," Derek cautions, in a low tone, into Romain's ear, "can we keep that our secret?"

For others, Derek wanted it kept secret. Agreed even before their marriage, about keeping secrets from each other, he had spilled the beans about when he and Richard went to the community football game, about what transpired between himself and Romain in the handicapped bathroom.

Appalled, Romain quizzes Derek, "you never told Richard about us?"

"I did," another secret in Romain's ear, "in fact Richard makes me tell it over and over, often. Makes for a big blast when he reaches his apex, if you know what I mean?"

Romain exclaims, "damn, Derek!"

"Yeah," Derek says sheepishly, "kind gets me going too," he laughs.

With an arm around Derek's neck, coddling him, Romain says, "um, you think the four of us can get together sometime for the replay?"

Derek says, "Sure and you can replay what Edwin says about how hard a fuck you are?"

"Edwin told you that?" Disturbed by it, he leaves Derek's prescence, "wait till I see him."

Watching Romain's back as he walks away, Derek says, "oops!"

All afternoon, into the evening guests partied on, reducing the wardrobe, Richard having started something. One thing which made Derek and Richard smile, was that Reed was totally okay with revealing every inch of skin. He had come out of the 'Compound Crime' with a lacerated back, torn nipples and several bruises. Because of finding suitable medical attention, none of those reminders were visible.

Of all the other guests, none could be more important to Derek than...

"Saving me for last, Derek?"

"Steve London!"

Totally naked, the two caress, with brief kisses.

Over the years they've occasionally chatted on Facebook, exchanged Christmas Cards and now, "did you like the picture of me and my pets I send every Christmas on my cards?"

"All those dogs are yours?"

"No, but I treat them as if they were."

"I'm glad you found your calling."

"Almost didn't," Steve says, their pubes still touching, "if not for your book. Read every chapter at least two or three times. I got a lot out of it."

Derek was thinking, not as much as the feeling he was getting now!

Richard, knowing who Derek's Facebook friend is, jokes, "cheating on me again, loverboy?"

"Oh Richard, this is Steve London."

Steve offers a hand, but Richard takes him in his arms and whispering in his ear, "thanks for prepping Derek before I got to meet him."

Breaking apart, a little space between, Steve was lost for words, thinking, "you're welcome!"

Richard wasn't lost. For words, "good. I'm glad we've got that out of the way. You're invited for dinner every Friday night and if you and Alex don't have any plans, that includes the weekends."

Steve, feeling the welcome, says, "is it my big dick that has you thinking ahead?"

Steve eats his words as he feels a hand on his shaft, moaning softly, "I guess we'll be staying weekends too!"

Derek was amazed, a result of his book, just how many people he has reached and provided closure in their lives.

When with Richard, bidding farewell to their guests, Derek says, "I feel blessed."

Suspicious, Richard says, "oh really? Just how many times did you and Steve arrange to meet in the mens room?"

"Hey, I didn't name it 'See The Good In All Things', for nuttin'!"

Slapping Derek on the tummy, Richard says, "I was the one who came up with it, remember?"

"Oops!"

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Final Chapter!

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