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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 12 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Right before the gang got back to Braddock's, Stephen wanted to make sure the `stage was set.' A few loose ends to follow up on, he was a stickler at making sure details were all in place.
His receptionist, aka secretary, aka right hand man, James Beckly, followed him around, "Calm down, Stephen," he gave him a little neck rub.
"They call this cheesy-built thing a runway?" Stephen picks his foot up, drops it down several times over.
"What's up?" Alek asks, walking in on them.
Next to him, Jeremi waves, "Hi guys."
Whenever Alex was there, he would shun the efforts of James and lean on his friend's shoulder. However, Alex was off on his own quest to make the fashion show `best ever', a promise he made to every client.
With Alek almost the spitting image, Stephen runs over, "Oh good, you're here," he cuddles Alek in the cradle of one arm, much like he would get chummy with Alex.
"Uh, yeah," Alek picks up on the affectionate `hug', "I'm here. So what's up?"
Alek did look back, since Jeremi was not included in the panic Braddock was in.
He cracked a half-smile, looking over his shoulder, seeing James move towards Jeremi, knowing he would be taken care of!
Right at the foot of the runway, looking straight down it, Braddock coaches Alek, "First, call me Stephen. Secondly, does this look like a runway to you?"
Casually, Alek lays on him, "If you're talking about planes landing..."
In sing-song fashion, Stephen says, "I'm not talking about airplanes; I'm talking about models sexily moving themselves down and strutting back up the runway." Which brings Stephen to the point, "How come you didn't volunteer?"
Alek smiles, modestly saying, "If a guy wants to see what I've got down there, I don't need to put it on display for the whole world, if you catch my drift?"
One arm still casually around Alek's shoulder, Stephen's eyes fall to the bottom of his sockets, trying to picture it, "Uh, sure, I know exactly what you mean."
It made Alek smile, almost like he was pranking Stephen, in a way which could lure them behind the scenes. If he was in the mens room and not the middle of the men's department, he might be interested in how tight Stephen's...
"So, what do you think?"
Stephen's question kind of jolted Alek out of his reverie and even though he came around, in a sly way so no one could detect he wasn't paying attention, "About fixing things?"
It worked, Stephen not thinking about how much Alek's balls were feeling a sensation, "If we add a few feet to give it depth?"
Walking over, Jeremi was on James' arm, "Jeremi here has a good idea, Stephen?"
Alek smiled, saying, "He does, does he?" Alek couldn't deny he was still a little horny for Stephen's ass!
"All I was thinking," Jeremi steps forward, out of the arch of James' arm, "is, why don't you have people sitting down, instead of standing?"
Stephen takes the question, "Because then we would have to nearly rearrange the whole men's department and that would mean having to pay someone to do it!"
Alek cuddles up to Jeremi, James placing a hand on Jeremi's shoulder, "Fuck that, Stephen. What are you going to do with all that loot anyway...besides, you really know how to hurt a guy, you know?"
Stephen is beside himself with pity, mainly for himself, out of asking Jeremi his opinion, only to shoot it down over a few measly pennies. Sympathetically, he says, "I'm so sorry, Jeremi," he approaches the trio.
James says in Jeremi's ear, meant for everyone else, "Tell him to get on his knees and apologize!"
Alek admitted he could have fun with that!
For Stephen, he did have to wet his lips at the suggestion, thinking of not apologizing to just one, but he always had the idea in his head, trying to fit three cocks in his mouth...would they fit?
Instead of letting lust get the better of him, Stephen says, "Can we just think of the problem at hand?"
"Right," James says, the slender receptionist dropping his hand from Jeremi's shoulders, "I'll go downstairs and see if maintenance has left...wanna come, Alek, while Jeremi fills Stephen in on the whole plan?"
A ghost town, the store had been closed.
After James and Alek took the stairs, loud footsteps turning into tiny taps, Stephen went a little off course, perhaps driven by his nads still vibrating off James' words, "Uh, about James?"
"What about him?" Jeremi was in question, like he was about hear about James' history.
"That little comment he made?" Stephen replies.
Jeremi subtly says, "Oh, that doesn't bother me."
However, standing there in front of the very attractive 19-year old Indian, or wherever it was he hailed from, Stephen wasn't ready to talk floor plans', "It did make me feel compelled that I owed' you something?"
Forgetting exactly what was said, Jeremi responds, "Apology accepted!" He shrugs his shoulder, like `no big deal.'
Seeing his `pitch and catch' idea wasn't working into anything of substance, Stephen goes back to business, "So, exactly what was your idea?"
Jeremi's idea wasn't the same as before Stephen mentioned getting down to business, though the 19yo lad wasn't in a psychological place where he was prepared to unzip and allow the office magnate to `officially' apologize. This was stuff born out of fantasy. Rightfully, Jeremi's first suck, or fuck, he had always thought of saving up for his first time experiencing true love; with a man he was meant to be with for a lifetime and not just a 5-minute spree!
Meanwhile, when James steps into the second stairwell down, he abruptly stops, "Hold on a minute, Alek."
Right between the flight up and a flight down, James' hand to Alek's chest keeps it from becoming a collision of the two.
Alek, well-versed in what was about to happen, smiles, "Right here, James? Really?"
"What?" James says, looking at Alek.
Stupefied, Alek recites, "All I'm saying, if you want to have my cock on your tongue, well, anyone can open a door and..."
First the smile, sly at the least, then the laughter, James carries on, "You thought I was propositioning you?"
Realizing his error, Alek says, "Oh. You weren't...going to..."
Shaking his head, James replies to Alek's confused look, "Not which I wouldn't want to, but what I wanted to tell you, allow me to do all the talking when we get down to the basement?"
"Oh-h," Alek laments, like he swung the bat, missed the pitch, "that's what I figured you were going to say."
All knowing, too well, James says, "If it came to it, Alek, I'd much rather have you go down on me, but..."
Thinking he's won out, Alek asks, "You're still game?" He would love to go down on James, at a different angle!
"I'm not," he slowly treks down the next stairway, James calmly speaking with each step, "but Peter and Jack, they might be interested in playing a few innings!"
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Stephen did listen intently to Jeremi's plan, watching him move about, explaining how, "If you moved these two counters over there and these small fixtures to another location, there would plenty of room for at least 30 chairs, I figure?"
More liking the way Jeremi's clothes twitched and folded with his movements, Stephen gives an overall opinion, "I like your idea tremendously!"
"For real?" Jeremi was moved by presenting a simple plan, an approach for making the runway look higher and deeper.
Stephen didn't dare think of groping himself, even though his loins were beckoning him on, "Of course I'm for real. Say," he couldn't hold his slow-growing erection off forever, "would you like to see the width of each chair? Uh, get an idea of how many would fit, side by side?"
"Sure, Mr. Braddock. Every idea helps to put things into perspective," Jeremi agrees.
They work their way back to a closed door, Jeremi thinking it a stockroom. Instead, Stephen's key unlocks a walk in closet. When illuminated, it shows rows of metal chairs, lined up on long, wheeled carts, about 100 in number. To the back there is a gap, which brings them a more secluded area, "And here we have a few square tables. What do you think?"
Mouth open, about ready to give opinion, Jeremi is shut up by another dude entering the closet, "I think this is the part, Stephen, where you engage your employee in a quick blowjob? Or, it being after hours, something longer?"
"Really?" Jeremi's eyes looked to Braddock, shooting downwards. Seeing Stephen's crotch bloated, more pronounced on his judgement call, "Really, Mr. Braddock!"
Changing the subject, not which Stephen was expecting him, "Scott! How did you get in here?"
"Basement entrance? I thought I'd drop in for a little porn drama between your receptionist and the garbage-detail boys, but as fate has it, James and his friend seem to be occupied?"
It did urk Jeremi, Scott reporting about James and `his friend', but how innocent would he be, knowing Braddock wasn't leading him into the depths of a dim lit stockroom to show him a cart of tables? He had to admit though, his acting skills could use some improvement!
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In truth, it's what Scott had found, admitted to the store via the back entrance.
Down in the `dungeon', backdrop of Braddock's department store, where Peter and Jack worked after hours, James and Alek came upon the two taking their time with boxcutters, making slabs of cardboard from boxes.
Unlike the wardrobe of floor employees and those whom worked the daytime shift, the two stood there, shirtless.
"Snagged ya again, boys!" James alerts them to `company.'
It was only the first time, surprised on the job by James, the two hustled to grab shirts, lasso them over heads. From there on forward, they didn't even make the attempt to cover up their teen pecs.
Since hiring the two cousins, sheerly out of good looks, James has used the same line, coupled with the same impending consequences, which Jack picks up on right off, "So we're supposed to wear shirts, James. Sue us!"
Like a card, swiped through a time clock, signifying on duty or off duty, for Peter and Jack, James was their signal, `quitting time' for the moment.
In that space of time, less than a minute, the two had snapped their boxcutters closed and head over to James. Routine developing, James could either be by himself or with 2 or 3 other men.
"Who gets this hunk?" Jack questions.
Alek snickers, "I suppose he means me?" He places a hand over his left pec, like saluting the flag.
His cousin, stepping into the forefront, Peter says, "Get over yourself, Jack. I know James favors your tight ass over mine!"
Stopping both, James allows Alek to be the chooser, "What's your pleasure, Alek? Tight ass or..." James smiles, makes the proposition sound juicy, "Peter, who is the best ball-licking-cock-sucker I've ever had!"
Call it prejudiced, Alek could be partial to blonds, making his choice, based upon, "I could sure make do with a good cock-sucking right now," he played the mating game, Alek holding his junk.
Saying it, he froze, thinking of the past, but not being in the past, Jeremi instantly coming to mind.
As he had hoped, the `blond' chooses him, Jack making a beeline for James' belt buckle.
Hands on Alek's belt, Peter expresses intense interest, "Ready for my hot lips to get you off?"
Flatly, Alek says, "Uh, I don't think so."
"How come?" Peter says with disappointment. It wouldn't be the first time a dude was looking for a cub-type and not muscle. At least he had the fur, but that beefy belly...
"Problem over there?" James asks, Jack pinning his briefs down, ready to guzzle.
Then, they are all eyes at the back door, a dude walking in, "Uh, looks like I'm not getting any action here," he laughs after counting up the ratio, 2:2.
"Who was that?" Alek asks, of the guy coming and going.
"Some straight nerd," James tells a lie, making Jack to get back on his cock!
Straight he may have been, but Alek, for the sake of the whole world, `What a terrible mistake, a straight dude with such incredibly good looks!'
His next action, turning around, it made all eyes look to Alek. Not too surprised, he gazes at James' pants down around the ankles, cock and balls hanging out, shirt parted. Switching to Jack, holding James' balls, he uses them for a handle to guide James shaft into his orifice. Alek centers his eyes on Peter, directs his attention, "Look, I don't doubt you are this, `great cock-sucker', but..."
Not feeling guilty, most likely it was Alek's pulsing cock, already erect, which only made Peter salivate more, feel compelled, "I'd really like to take care of you, Alek. Trust me, as James says, I..."
They were interrupted, hearing a slurp, Jack licking up the shaft from base to the tip, James groaning...
The look on Peter's face was one of great desire, which made Alek feel guilty, having gotten the lad on his knees, "Oh, what the hell!"
In no time Alek was riding Peter's throat and as promised, it drew out an amazing orgasm, one in which ended with Peter choking!
"Damn, Alek!" James looks over, about ready to send his load down Jack's gullet.
"You okay?" Alek now felt sorry for Peter, having his juice fill Peter's throat up all at once.
Recovering quickly from Alek's juice, coming profusely, it wasn't like he was choking on brussel sprouts, "No problem," Peter says.
Alek was still concerned, but dropped it when Peter recovers, sips the last amount of goo from his reservoir. Fervor returning, he falls back, sitting on a box.
Unfortunately the box was empty!
"Oh shit!" it caves in, leaving Alek flailing.
"I gotcha!" Peter yells, diving into it, grabbing Alek by the waste and doing a retrieval.
Tee shirt up, wrapped behind his neck, Alek is sensitive to feeling Peter's soft, sweaty chest fur on his, "I'll have to fall on fake boxes more often!"
`James and Jack, they were done?' made Alek wonder where they went. It's then, moving his bod to the side, dragging hugging-Peter along with him, he notices, Jack thrown over a table, James planted to the hilt.
"Hey, wanna fuck me?"
A little smile, Alek says, "I already came. Remember? I choked you?"
Peter didn't admit it, it wasn't all the goo which came at a fast, steady stream, but Alek's fat cock sealing off hopes of catching a breath, "Water under the bridge. Well?"
"I think I better go," Alek says, calling over to James, "Meet you upstairs," trailing off, "when you're done there."
Wiping himself off, have it, it was Peter's shirt, offered to him, Alek departs. Hiking up the stairs, he was satisfied with the cock-sucker, but had to opinion, Peter wasn't as good as some guys who did him at the park. It did slow his pace a bit, reminiscing!
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Upstairs, in the chair closet, Jeremi did discover, Scott entering, the room lit up with a flick of a hand against the wall.
Stephen made excuse, "Oh, I didn't even know there was another switch!"
The other frame in there with Stephen became very clear and bright for Scott, saying to himself, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
However, it wasn't only for himself, as he thought, Stephen speaking up from down on his knees, "Haven't we all!"
Scott wasn't the only one window-shopping, Jeremi smiling, without thinking, saying, "Likewise, um..."
Even if he did catch the name, the touch of Scott's right hand to his was like reloading a page, "Scott Vard. I'm sure you've heard of me?"
Scott has seen a lot of shirtless action in the modeling world, around the Beverly Hills area, either in retail or private parties.
Shrugging his shoulders, Jeremi had to say, "I dunno."
Reason Scott checked the closet at all, he had been there himself, alone, with Stephen Braddock. A sports fitness model, he was top in his class; 23-years old, standing at 6'2, dark brown hair. Even before the shirt came off, Stephen had a madly, insatiable desire burning in his crotch. Scott knew Stephen had knowledge of a second light switch, because in the dimness of the room, they had gotten in on. Only after the two blew their loads, complicated matter of two bottoms wanting to get it on; 69, the room magically lit up. Scott remembers calling Stephen an `old dog', after struggling around in the dark, careful not to roll under a table cart, getting into a position where they lie side by side, matching cocks up to each others lips!
"Scott Bard?" Jeremi replies.
"No," Scott enunciates the first letter, looking like `beaver-teeth', "V-v-v-vee...Vard!"
It made Jeremi smile, that handsome face turning into something which could make any person laugh, "Oh. Vard," he smiles again.
Taking a deep inhale, Scott didn't think of it as a cliche, "Oh man, Jeremi, where have you been all my life?"
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Entering the selling floor again, Alek knew he reeked. Passing by a counter, he stopped short and did an about face. Seeing a little bottle of Cayman Karlyle' cologne, he lifts his shirt, sprays down his fur, pits included, pulls his pants away from his pubes, gives it a little squirt down there' and sets the bottle back in its place. All smiles, he walks off towards the center of the department.
Coming from the canal of two display cases, he is almost broadsided by a guy on his left flank.
"Whoa!"
"Close call," Alek terms it, collision on the left, two arms reaching out to keep him from being bowled over.
"Uh, yeah," the stranger says, moving backwards so Alek can recover from almost landing on his ass, "sorry `bout that."
He could see the look in the dude's eyes, Alek saying, "Too bad you are."
"Huh?"
The dude was cute, handsome, beautiful in Alek's eyes, probably in any other guy whom had the feeling of love at first sight, "Sorry."
Thinking Alek was apologizing, "It was all my fault."
Right now, Alek could care less who's fault it was, "Okay. If you say so!"
Seeing Alek wasn't ready to contact an attorney, have a lawsuit drawn up, "But I'm not sorry for running into you!"
Cutting the flirts down, from either or them, Alek says, "So, do you work here?"
"Occasionally. My friend, Alex, he gives me a call when he's in town. I do modeling for him whenever he needs."
"You got a name? I'm Alek and I'm a friend of Alex too. He isn't here just now."
"Okay," Alek accepts, remembering why he left the suck and fuck session downstairs, "but have you seen Jeremi?"
"Who?"
It did dawn on Alek, how he got into the building, when the `straight nerd' came in through the basement. Knowing he was there for Jeremi's welfare, the smile the dude struck up made him wonder, "And who might you be?"
"Oh," he shows signs of forgetfulness, "I'm Tom. Tom Pick, aka Picard. I shortened it, because..."
`Because' maybe Tom wanted to hold onto Alek's manly, big hand indefinitely?
Sensing it, not tough to do when a guy rambles on while holding on, like for dear life, "Who cares of because-es," Alek goes off on a rampage, reeling Tom in, making his target the space between the cropped stache and little line running from Tom's lip to chinstrap.
Breaking apart, Alek was ready to apologize, acid reflux telling himself he just kissed a straight guy? "I'm so sorry, Tom."
However, the serious nature of Tom's face, makeup of a person who was suddenly driven to mad love, "Oh my god; like, tell me that's not the last kiss I'm ever going to get from you?"
"Whew!" Alek's face show it, slowly taking baby steps towards Tom, "I had pictures of you boxing the living daylights out of me!"
Soft, gentle, sincerely, Tom says, "Oh, I never could do that," his mind was instantly made up!
If it wasn't for the noise coming from the closet, Alek and Tom might have stood there for numerous minutes, staring at each other until gravitating into a sweet caress.
"What was that?" Tom turns the back of his head towards Alek.
From out of dreamland Alek awoke, "Jeremi, I suspect. Then, faintly remembering whom he was with, "And Mr. Braddock?"
"Only one way of finding out," he turns back to Alek, Tom not really caring about anyone else!
"I guess we better, huh?" Alek smiles.
"Uh...yeah."
Well, Stephen Braddock never got his tummy filled, but on the other hand, Alek's knee running into a cart of chairs, put the lid on anything which would transpire between Scott and Jeremi, "Damn it, what the?"
"Oh my god, are you all right, Alek?"
Electricity shot through Alek, but it wasn't the first time he felt it, Tom touching him again, "I am now!"
To break the ice, Tom and Scott knew each other, having met for the first time at Braddock's on assignment to model, live' in the front window. At the time, nothing had gone on between the two, both finding out, even though it was cool to have the occasional blowjob, the other end' they saved for `Mr. Right'!
For Alek and Jeremi, it seemed that things don't happen without a reason.
Stephen Braddock, he went downstairs, looking for what happened with James and the maintenance guys!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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