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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 21
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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By the time they really got to know each other, Alek and Alex could have been more than friends, but in the back of Alek's mind, "Okay, Alex, I'm going over to talk about traveling plans with Edward. Do you think you can stay out of trouble?"
"And have to answer to you, Alek? Certainly!"
They both laughed, but Alek was glad he was being an influence in Alex's life, even if it were `traffic cop!'
"Edwor-r-r-r-d?" Alek sits, slapping his ass on the cement apron, splashing his feet into the water.
"Damn, Alek!"
"What?" Alek wonders what's up.
"You put your hand on my shoulder and that's all you're going to do?" Edward smiles.
"Are you kidding," Alek fans his hand over Edward's semi-wet fur, "and risk setting this forest on fire?"
He liked the comment, Edward very fond of his furry self, even though now it was wet, instead of dry and fluffy, but had other things on his mind, "Betcha you can't tell what I've been up to?"
Knowing it had something to do with the twins, in the midst of chicken fights, one of the twins' balls pressed against the other's neck, Alek didn't allow Edward to get ahead of him on this one, "How can you tell them apart?"
"You know?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Alek replies, "Well, I thought they were twins, to look at them?"
It got Alek a fake slap of the back of Edward's hand, against his wrinkled abs, "Well," he explains it slow, long and drawn out, "Garrett is the one in the water and the oldest, by about 2 minutes."
"Oh really?" Alek is wondering why he didn't explain the one trying to fluff his balls, only to lose his balance, "What about the loser?"
With double meaning, Alek meant the one who got away, who didn't make Edward's top ten, the `unnamed.'
"Oh, that's the younger one, Glenn. Garrett, he's the one madly in love with me!"
It made Alek rolls his eyes, "Oh really, Edward? Do you feel the same?"
"Nah. I know this sounds greedy, but I love them both!"
Not sure if Edward was being truthful or pranking him, because as time has told, things Edward said, some of them whacky as hell, Edward has gone and done it, "Being a little selfish, aren't you?"
"Well," Edward again stresses which twin he has interest, "I was thinking of introducing Glenn to Johnny."
"Save your breath," Alek looks over the waves.
When Glenn let go of his brother's forehead and fell back into the water, he acted like a nymph, stretching arms out over his head, paddling on his back through the water. Of course, his cock and balls bobbing above the surface made him a spectacle, until the top of his head made contact with Johnny's swimming trunks.
Watching Johnny scolding Glenn, Alek says, "Johnny really needs to lighten up."
"Give him time," Edward remarks, "he's a troubled teen."
"Right," Alek agrees, "and what better way to get over all that, then with this bunch!"
Edward has his doubts, "Really, Alek?"
"Shut up, Edward. It doesn't look like you're suffering any!"
"Didn't your father teach you to respect your elders?"
"He was my elder. What's there to respect?" Alek slides off the edge of the pool.
Thinking on it, Edward hoped this trip would also carve out the resentment Alek had in his heart and find a way of mending the differences in the father-son relationship.
Then he forgot about it, feeling hands around his calfs, a head between his knees, "Hi there...is it Garrett or Glenn?"
Edward knew it was Garrett, just playing!
"Only one way to find out?"
"You're right!" Edward had a revelation, grabby with one arm, the wrist-bracelet.
Falling over, flexible enough to do it, after doing yoga for the past few decades, he reaches into the water, saying, "You know, it would have been much easier if you weren't so damn lazy and pulled your hand out of the water, mate?"
Next thing, instantly forgetting about the jewelry around Garrett's wrist, Edward pops up, sitting up straight, "What the..."
Garrett floats there in the water, squinting one eye to the sun, "Gotcha!"
While bent over, it only took a few seconds for Garrett's lips to find the tip of Edward's cock, "You sure did!"
Still squinting that eye, a smile on his face, Garrett says, "Maybe later, if you're up for it, Glenn and I could give you the whole treatment?"
He liked half of it, skeptical on the other half of the compromise, "What was that?"
Serious-faced, Garrett says, "Oh, you didn't know? We come as a package!"
"Package deal?" Edward seriously questions, "No, I hadn't a clue!"
The reason Alek had slipped off the edge into the deep end of the pool, wasn't only that he hadn't wanted to chit-chat over relations with his father, but to tutor Johnny in the fine art of how to flirt', or rather if the other guy does it to you first.'
It's one of the reasons Garrett calls attention to the trio, "Well, looks like that's about to change. Sorry!"
"That was quick," Edward had to say, seeing Glenn in the pocket of Johnny's armpit, Alek still conversing with them.
"Yeah, I'm glad Glenn is moving on, after all the grief he's had to put up with."
Edward knew there was a story there, but the call to lunch began to evacuate the pool. He filed it away for another time!
Sam had gone away, to help set up extra tables for the luncheon buffet. When he returned, the pool was almost empty, but for a few stragglers. Two of those were Johnny and Glenn, whom he knew as the landscaper. He could have been way saddened by getting to know Johnny, with other intentions on his mind, but knew Johnny, if he chose to mate-up with Glenn, he was getting a good man.
Ready to go back inside, he hears, "Hey, Sam! Over here!"
Apparently, what had happened, Alek had gotten Glenn and Johnny on track and left.
Last two left in the pool, their stomachs were not as important as getting to know each other.
Johnny is the one to exclaim, "Wow, will you look at that dive!"
"Yeah," Glenn smiles, "Sam, he's still got it."
There was no sex, but naked, Sam and Glenn had gotten to know each other, in one of the cottages, which Sam made permanent residency.
When he pops up out of the water, gray hair looking darker, Johnny says, "Glenn says he knows a lot about you."
Not sure if Glenn meant, in the sack, or life in general, Sam replies, "And I know a lot about him. You're a lucky man, Johnny."
Feeling it from the heart, Glenn says, "We're still gonna be friends, Sam. Like, I'm not going anywhere?"
Sam knew better. In their intimate moments, Glenn always stressed he wanted to get out of town, away from the whole area, that staying meant bearing the burden of memories he hoped would drop out of his life.
"Is that so?"
Glenn would have unloaded it all onto Edward, but Johnny being the one he felt comfortable about opening up to, "Uh, maybe," Glenn seemed to eat his words.
"I think we should take off and find our destiny elsewhere!" Sam left them with a smile.
"You Sam? But..."
Then, even though meant in a different frame of mind, Johnny getting the idea of 3, 4, 5 guys together, "I think it would be cool, the 3 of us!"
What Johnny had found out, from Glenn, Sam indeed was a real good man, having a wide sense of knowledge about things, from good and bad experiences. When Glenn started to feel something for Johnny, all in about a half hour, Johnny liking Glenn, they felt something like `cheating' on Sam.
"Really?" Sam's head struts back on its hinges.
About 3 years ago, Sam thought he had had it with men, until Glenn and his brother showed up, with the landscaping company. Now they worked exclusively at the Plaza resort, living on the grounds. When he started getting familiar with Glenn, it did both a world of good, both fed up with relationships.
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"Wyatt, you jerk!"
They all thought the same thing, Wyatt having put mayonnaise on both nips and got a cucumber to stay on each one, "Anyone hungry?"
They all were required to cover their loins, outside the perimeter of the pool, but Wyatt's hairy stomach felt the brunt of the weight of cukes, cascading in a landslide!
"Have some dignity, lad!"
Last laugh was on Wyatt, Sam Mantooth taking a wet mop and `swabbing' the front of Wyatt's fuzzy-red bod!
"Like, oh my god!" Wyatt stands there, mouth open, jaw dropped way down.
Taking a hand, Sam has the nerve to slap it closed, from the bottom of Wyatt's chin, "Close it up, before I give your tongue something to do!"
Then, Wyatt became a pest, all the way through lunch, wanting Sam's cock.
He brought it upon himself!
Again, the gang spending the afternoon poolside, jumping in now and then to escape the sweltering temps, Alek visits with two guys he hasn't spoken to much.
Not since his father freed him from the bonds of slavery, Alek asks, "So, Adam, how does it feel to be a free man?"
"Free man?" he asks, rightly so, because before Adam sits down, handing one of the drinks to Tommy, lying in a lounge chair.
And, just because Alek had popped the question, Tommy says, "Thanks, slave!" he sips, moving the little umbrella to the side.
"No," Alek remarks.
"Nah," Adam confirms it, "we're both on the same page in our relationship."
"Oh, then it's official?"
Tommy had placed his drink on the side table. Shades over his eyes, he was settling in for a nice, after lunch nap, hands on his tummy. They weren't folded, like in prayer, but felt comfortable, feeling his slimy self, Adam having greased him up with sun protection. It even made Adam laugh, knowing Tommy was falling asleep, one of the hands sliding down his stomach, hitting the chair, followed by the other one.
Sooner, than later it happens, Adam remarking, "Isn't that a work of art?"
Adam didn't wear sunglasses. He had prescription lenses and wore a kooky straw hat to shade his face and short haircut.
"What am I looking at?"
Much like himself, Tommy's whole front was covered with fur. However, with the lotion smothered over his chest, stomach and other parts, the sun touching down, reflected, making the light brown hair take on a darker sheen.
"Are your eyes on Tommy?"
"They are," Alek takes them off Tommy's tummy for a second to look to Adam, then back again, "What am I looking at?"
"Never mind," Adam says. "I guess it's true what they say, `beauty in the eyes of the beholder.'"
Alek mused, knowing how tough it was, keeping even one eye on a guy, "And look at all the beauty surrounding us!"
Speaking of beauty, cousins, Jack and Pete, happen by, both with cell phones out, Pete strumming up conversation, "Hey, Adam, mind if we get a couple of shots of Tommy's bellybutton?"
"What the hell for?"
"Same here," Alek was curious.
"Jack and me, we're making a new photo album for our blog, featuring...now get this, we're calling it, `The Sexy Bellyholes of Summer'. What do you think?"
It didn't seem like it was for ominous reasons, Adam still wondering, "And you think Tommy's navel fits your album?"
They thought Tommy was asleep, but he proved he wasn't, suddenly coming awake, "Don't you think my navel is sexy, Adam?"
"Of course I do!" Adam thinking more than a mere bellyhole!
Tilting his shades, Tommy says, "Okay guys, snap away!"
They went to it, taking pictures of Tommy's hairy, sweaty stomach, from all angles.
Jack, who rarely talked, leaving it up to Pete to carry the idea across, breaks silence, "Wow, I think this is the best one so far, Pete!"
Tommy questions, "Is this like, see how many views I'm going to get?"
They were making it up as they go along, Pete saying, "Now there's an idea!"
Finishing up, Pete asks, "Got one more request?"
"What?" Tommy asks.
Taking from his pocket, the little net inside his speedo, a little Lego spaceman, Pete says, "Is it okay if we take a picture with this little guy crawling out?"
Looking to Adam, he says, "It's your bellybutton, Tommy!"
"I guess it would be okay."
Adam then questions, "But doesn't Mr. Spaceman need to climb in first?"
Making like a kid, Pete holds the black and white space-guy, with an authentic NASA helmet, way above, "Incoming," he lowers the Lego piece, feet first.
Tommy cautions, "Be careful you don't touch anything lower!"
Like Adam, already finding out, "Tommy, he's kind of sensitive!"
It's then Jack opens his mouth, "Hey, we can make it like the Lego guy is looking around a tree stump!"
This touched Adam, "Uh, guys, the navel is cool, the `tree stump,' like, hands off?"
Even partially `grown', Tommy's stump was more like a palm tree, except the coconuts had fallen to the ground!
It tickled Tommy, Pete and Jack fixing the spaceman to fit properly inside the deep innie. Finally they got it all set, but not without Jack accidentally brushing over Tommy's tree, "Oops, sorry about that!"
Both, seeing the tree grow, Pete says, "We can take care of that, if you want?"
Adam intercedes, "Guys, you take the picture and I'll take care of Tommy!"
Alek couldn't deny, two guys trying to fit a little plastic spaceman in a guy's navel something reaping excitment.
While they were planning the picture, Alek says, "Y'know, Adam, I wonder how many people who view that are going to feel what I'm feeling right now? I can't say it's not affecting me?"
"If you're talking about a hard-on, I'd say Tommy could get a lotta likes."
Alek knew the implication, "Okay, so instead of `people', how many guys are going to get more than a kick out of Tommy's navel?"
"Oh, I'd say 1 or 2-million!"
Then the two are called to attention, Tommy dropping his feet, straddling the chair, legs spread wide, "Get outta here, you little pranksters!"
"What'd we miss, Tommy?" Adam asks.
"Jack. He's just as bad as his cousin, giving my cock a wank and then taking off! I have it in mind to tell them to erase all those pictures!"
Sitting back down, relaxing again, Adam says, "But don't you want to be famous?"
A little pouty, Tommy replies, "I suppose."
Alek leaves with a word of warning, "Uh, I wouldn't wait to long to take care of business, guys!"
Agreeing, Jack's little prank, the wank, had set off a chain reaction within, which in finding out just how sensitive Tommy's navel is, Adam says, "Guess what I'm buying you for Christmas?"
"What?" Tommy replies.
"A Spaceman Lego set!"
"Oh good. I can use the rocketship as a buttplug!"
"Yikes!" Adam quickly changes his mind, ass lips pulsing at the sound of it!
Alek, before departing, reaches over to pick something up.
Having laid back in the chair, relaxing in an arms over the top railing, flaunting rich, dark pits, Tommy's attention is again piqued, "What tha?"
"I wonder if this is the only spaceman they got," Alek had stuck the Lego-dude in Tommy's bellyhole, feet sticking out!
Adam instigated thought, if indeed there was only one spaceman, things he and Tommy could think up, ways for Pete and Jack to get it back.
"Hey!" Tommy tilts the lenses and looks to Adam.
"What?"
"Maybe we should start out own blog!"
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Sam couldn't believe his ears, sorry now that he grazed the front of Wyatt's bod with the mop. He couldn't believe Wyatt thought it cool.
It wasn't supposed to be cool, but rather humiliating at the least!
"Anytime you happen to have it wet, give me a call, and you don't have to stop with mopping my chest and stomach. You can give my balls a few `mop ups', if you want?"
"That would make you feel good?"
"Hell yeah. Like you can do anything you want with me!"
If he had a choice, Sam would have parked his ass between two guys. The twins were good with that, moving away from each other when they saw Sam coming.
"And why would you want me to do anything to you, Wyatt? How come you just can't think of having quiet time with a guy, lying down with him and having romantic love?"
Wyatt thought all of a minute on Sam's words, "It's a phase. I'll probably grow out of it in a few years."
"Well I sure hope, so that by then you're ass is not stretched beyond recognition and you still have this hot bod!"
"You think I'm hot?" Wyatt was all smiles, feeling Sam's fingertips taking an excursion down the pecs, following the embedded trail, finger poking in the hole of his stomach and then hesitating.
The management, they discouraged having anything more than kissing or light hugging at poolside. If they caught guys tumbling over each other, kissing, too much genital touching, or outright sucking or fucking, they'd realistically tell them to `get a room.'
"Of course you're hot and I don't know why you would want to do all this other stuff, to deface this beauty, when you can use what you've got to lure a man to your bedside!"
"Wow!" Wyatt reacts. "That's like, so profound!"
Thinking he's getting through to Wyatt, "I'm glad you think so."
"Are you like, volunteering?"
Sam Mantooth couldn't understand it, all his life young guys hitting on him. Then one day, one of those guys made him stand in front of the mirror and just stare. After 2 times, asking what he was supposed to be looking at, the college frat pointed out all the beautiful aspects of Sam's bod.
After explaining it, Wyatt asks, "Man, I would come all over the floor with all that touching!"
"Well," Sam enlightens, "afterwards I did feel kind of like erupting all over the place, but I think that was part of it. He was kind of thirsty explaining it all to me, I suppose."
"Bet he had a gallon or more to swallow, huh?"
Wise, Sam says, "If you're asking if I come a lot, I do, even as an `old man!'"
"Oh man," Wyatt says, "suddenly my throat seems so parched!"
Sam couldn't deny the fact, Wyatt being cute and what he said about the chest, stomach and other parts, not only did Wyatt have a nice physique, but he was as handsome as hell!
"I better take you up on that," Sam says, getting up, "don't want to plug up the pool filter, then it'll be another thing to fix around here!"
Going back to Sam's cottage, Wyatt's first question was, "Does that happen often?"
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For the rest of the afternoon, up until about 3:30, the pool waves shuffled to the beat of the guys horsing around, or others, like Johnny and Glenn, each seeing how long they could hold their breath underwater.
When it was getting on 4pm, there was a lull, most of the guys catching a catnap, or a catnap after doing doggie-style.
Alek, seeing something of an infraction, Aronold lying next to Slim, hand covering Slim's business, he walks over, takes Aronold by the shoulder and rolls him over into the pool!
"I can't believe you did that!" Aronold yells at Alek, "and right in the middle of a sweet dream!"
"Live with it, Arne. Besides, getting fuckt when you're awake is much more sensual!"
He had to contend with Arne flipping the bird, saying, "Yeah, well you were in the dream and you don't want to know what was happening to you!"
"Did I happen to be behind you, Arne? Damn! My hard shaft would have loved that!"
Alek wasn't in the dream, but seemed like he made up with Arne, just with the gesture, "Oh really, Alek? Name the place and when."
"In your dreams. Tonight!" Alek laughed it off.
It wasn't he didn't deem Aronold worth it, but Alek was looking for something along the lines of Mr. Right and so far, all the guys he's fished for had snapped the fishing line. Even Iqbal, whom he rode with for two hours, getting acquainted, didn't fit the mold. All morning and afternoon he put himself out there, but no one came over to him. It was Alek making the rounds with friendly conversation...until it came to Aronold!
Aronold ended it with, "Well, if you're in my dream tonight, you better be there!"
"Yeah, right Arne. Have another cocktail on me!"
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Late afternoon turned into early evening. At 7:00, as they learned it was only for the evening meal, a dinner bell was rung.
Unlike the banquet set out on the veranda for lunch, dinner was a sit down affair, which required clothing and footwear. The waiters, outsourced only, made an appearance for suppertime. They were strictly instructed to keep all creamy items and cucumbers away from Wyatt's table and no whipped cream topping on his banana split!
Pete and Jack, they were kind of turned on by Wyatt, splitting the lower buttons of his shirt and feeding a cherry into his bellyhole!
Alek could see why the management called 11pm as `lights out', because the guys hardly could stand, even after snoozing at the pool.
The only ones left after the guys reported back to their assigned lodgings, was Alek, Ernesto and Sean, partners in the business, Sam and Edward.
Before the others arrived at the round table, claiming they were grabbing a bottle of wine and some glasses, Alek asks, "Where's your half of the twins, Edward?"
"Garrett? Oh, I really tired him out this afternoon!"
"Should I ask?"
Edward smiles, "Yeah, some of it was about `that', but otherwise, we did a few laps of the resort, did some chin ups over a branch..."
Was about to add more warrior activities, Alek jumping in with, "Who did the most pushups?"
"Shame on you," Edward let it be known, "Garrett happens to be a real gentleman!"
"Okay. Let me rephrase that, `how many pushups did you do, Edward?'" Alek laughs.
"You're not funny," though Edward thought kind of a compliment, being in stealth enough condition to take on young ass!
"Oh, but I wasn't trying to be funny, Edward!"
"Thanks. I love you too, Alek!"
Then the partners came with the wine, Sam toting the heavy tray like a thin piece of tin foil.
Sam had been seen with so many guys today, Alek couldn't remember whom he visited last, so just rely on, "Is this how you spend your evenings, Sam?"
A `helper', helping guys find themselves and their way, was no lie, Sam saying, "When there's not someone in my bed!"
He left it confidential lately, one or both of the twins spending the night. In all honesty, he thought it wouldn't last and it didn't, Garrett and Glenn finding men to call their own.
Helping Glenn through his tough time with the break up, Garrett was also obliged, helping him through almost winding up a junkie. Being an aficionado on fitness all his life, the former geologist with the USGS, used his skills to pull Garrett out of his slump. Glenn tagging along, he turned both into an emblem of fitness, and their excellent physiques made Sam feel proud. Fortunately he had been through a relationship break up, so much like Glenn, could relate. Sam didn't feel he had to share the story, that in time each twin would tell their own version.
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They had gotten settled in, stripped down, in bed, Oscar starting right above Nick's bellyhole, slurped all the way up to his chest, then stare him straight in the face.
"What?" Nick sensed something wrong.
"Did you happen to untie Cayman?"
"No. I thought you might have?"
They grabbed their clothes, stepping into shorts, without briefs, heading for the front lobby.
When they got to the camper it was dark. Inside, flicking a switch, they found what they hoped they would not, figuring someone else had come along, found CK and untied him.
"I wondered why we didn't see you at lunchtime, Cayman?" Oscar set about pulling the gag from CK's mouth.
Nick says, "On the count of three," but unclamped CK's nips right after one!
"Owe-e-e-e-e-shit-that-hurts!"
"No kidding?" Nick knew, not the first time he's broken the bonds of nip torture.
Livid, CK hurled words they knew at the two of them, swearing to have their jobs!
Untying CK's hands, Nick says, "Hold on there a minute, `Master Oscar'!"
Knowing CK's extracurricular activities, Oscar says, "Oh?"
Looking up, CK says, "Untie me, Oscar!"
"Don't," Nick says, when Oscar goes to loosen up CK's own belt, wrapped around his wrists and through the arm of the chair.
"Oscar, I swear!"
Nick cool and calmly says, "Why not pick it up where we left off, after all, it's Cayman's fault I was interrupted in the sweet suck-job you were about to give me?"
"Me? Why would it be my fault?"
"Arguing with the master, boy?" Nick does what he's done to reprimand a cock-slave before, slaps CK's dick!
"Ow-wch! That's not funny!"
A toss between thinking CK serious, or getting back into the play, Oscar replies, "I thought it was pretty funny!" he laughs.
"You know what would be funnier," Nick toys with Oscar's retirement account, "is this!"
Spitting into a hand, Nick slowly, sensually massages CK's big-boy-balls!
"That is funny, but I bet this will be more funner!"
As it goes, the two begin to gain CK's forgiveness. A couple of times he complains, `what about me?', when Oscar and Nick get into a kissy-fit, which leads to the men pulling down each others' shorts!
While Oscar is running his tongue up and down Nick's shaft, he says, "Nice job, but hold it a second. Time to shut this slave up!"
Using the handles of the chair to steady himself, Nick squats down. His cock at CK's lips act as a hint...
"It's about time," the last word is muffled, CK getting his pacifier!
Oscar, versatile, works his way around until he's quite stiff, "Ever see a guy suck two cocks at once, Nick?"
"Might be a good idea... breaking his jaw would certainly shut him up!"
They were only half-serious, Oscar really wanting the attention CK was getting.
No problem, Nick still satisfied CK's longing, getting up, turning around and sitting down on his face, with an immediate response, "Oooh, that feels so nice!"
"I'm about to make things get better!"
First it was a kiss, then shuffling himself about, "Oh, darned it!"
"What?" Nick says, interruption in the sweet foreplay.
"Nuttin'. Accidentally kneeled on CK's sacks!"
"Must've been when he stuffed his tongue up my ass," Nick takes in jolly stride, "Do it again!"
Oscar wasn't as interested, as getting intimate with Nick.
They did go on, throwing away the labels, doing much kissing, licking, slurping, sucking and moving about. Nick didn't want a rash to develop on his ass, nor wear CK's tongue out, so gave him a break.
This time CK didn't complain, Nick and Oscar following an unwritten porn script, though not leading up to any fucking, each lying on the carpet, hand-jerking the other.
After they emptied their balls, Nick says, "Well, our performance didn't get a standing ovation, but it sure got Cayman worked up!"
Truth be told, some goo had seeped out of the well.
"Gee, I kind of feel bad for him. Should we finish him off?"
CK was silent, thinking they were still in the throes of the master-slave roleplay. Even though he liked a little cbt, he wasn't into the heavy duty squish-squash stuff!
"Why not?" Nick then pointed out, "Then we'll be even for leaving him out here in the sweaty camper all day."
From that day forward, when CK mentions anything about Nick and Oscar, leaving him `to die' of overexposure to heat, making it sound really dire, dehydrated, Nick covers, "Get out of town, Cayman, after we were so good to you?"
Then he would back down, stretching the hot story, telling how Nick and Oscar got down on their hands and knees, fell on their bellies, making love to his cock and balls, both being so kind to massage his injured nips.
Oscar would show in volume, hands extended long and wide, "And the load...you wouldn't believe it!"
Not only a suck-job, they gave CK a snow-job too, forever going down in the books as the two guys who pissed CK off and lived to tell...they lived happily ever after at the East Hampton mansion!
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For Alek, he never got to make that trip through the wilderness with Edward, staying on at the Plaza di Campanelli for the rest of the summer.
What brought all this about, was CK finding out some details about the spa.
Ernesto and his partners relationship had seen some bad twists and turns and after 15 years together, called it quits.
His partner, Sean, nearing 60-years old, foretold, the city planning an alternate route to the interstate, would put them off the map and mainstream business man's route. He thought it a good time to retire, get out while the gettin' was good.
On the other hand, Ernesto, a much younger 32-year old, had much energy and wasn't about ready to give up the business which had been in his family since the gold rush.
Alek did wonder what was up, when Sam came back holding the wine, Ernesto carrying the glasses and Sean nowhere to be seen.
Right after popping the cork, they hear, "Oh goody, this desert air has made me so thirsty!"
`Or', it could have been CK, tied up in the camper all day?
"CK, where you been?" Alek asks, pulling up another chair.
"Make that two," CK was calling it a business meeting, making Oscar come to take notes.
Of course, Nick asked Oscar what's up with that, working during their suck'n'fuck time?
It gave Oscar the chance to clue Nick into the business, on call 24-hours, even if you were off on vacation!
Soon, Nick and Oscar, in shorts and tank tops came in, grabbing chairs. As if they were attending an important business meeting, Oscar leads off, "Cayman has a proposition for you."
"Oh?" Ernesto replies, when he didn't even share with them the town's proposals.
Leave it to CK, to know everyone else's business, "Yes, well I had my people do some research and..."
And there was a bang in the lobby, Ernesto saying, "You didn't fix that door yet, Sam?"
"I'll get to it right after the meeting!" Though, who was he trying to kid, him and the boss knowing it would be tomorrow!
"And here they are now!"
It made Oscar stand up, seeing two familiar faces walk through the dining area doors, "Chico? Scooter? What are you doing here?"
Nick was all eyes, watching these two, whom seemed no older than Oscar, walk over to him, give a friendly caress, one of them kissing Oscar on the cheek, uttering, "Hi, babe!"
Walking back around the table to CK's side, Nick leans to Oscar's ear, mutters, "Hi, babe?"
Not wanting to get personal at the moment, Oscar says, "It's complicated!"
"Well, later you better unravel that complication!"
Soon enough, Nick found out that Chico was the younger one, the cub, Scooter, about the same age as Oscar, at least he looked it.
Ernesto sat back and was entertained by the facts, not even realizing, the land around his had been up for sale, another strike for his former partner, knowing otherwise.
Chico, whom Nick thought looked Mexican, wore his tan very well. More than studying what Oscar's job called for, typing information into his laptop, answering questions, Nick just entered stats into his memory banks, just in case if sometime, he needed someone to jerk off to!
Finally, Ernesto speaks up, "I suppose there is a reason you're buying up all the property around the Plaza di Campanielli?"
Chico nudges Scooter's elbow, "Oh! It's my turn!"
Nick looks to Oscar, whom, along with Chico, seems like very professional individuals, astute at presenting themselves, whispers in Oscar's ear, "What's he about?"
"Distant relative," Oscar reports back, not wanting anyone but Nick to hear.
"I guess that's part of the complication, huh?"
It earned Nick's foot a bashing, but a nice one, one meant to keep your mouth shut!
Then, throughout Scooter's presentation, something about turning the whole 88 acres into a health club, spa, yet the older portion, where they sat right now, would be the main focus of eating, Nick let his imagination run wild.
By the time Scooter had said his portion of the presentation, Nick's eyes had him dressed down to bare nothingness!
Then, Oscar stood and presented the financial aspects, which would give Ernesto lifetime interest in what he already owned, which would include CK buying out Sean's interest.
Of course he had to think about it.
"Oh, one other thing," Chico stood, straightening out his tie, "Cayman," which they normally would use `Mr. Karlisle', the two being instructed to keep it informal, "has also purchased the old road which runs in front of the property, from the town. It will be used as access."
"Thank you," Cayman would normally refer to them, the guys who work for him, as `gentlemen', "Chico, Oscar and Theodore..."
Nick smiles, "Theodore? I thought it was..."
"Scooter," Oscar again says, "it's complicated."
Nick fields the question, "You like that, don't you?"
"What?"
"Everything being complicated!"
Smirking, Oscar says, "Stop it right now, Nick or I'll make giving you head complicated!"
"I'm sorry...me bad!"
Then, when they broke, Ernesto informs them the lodging arrangements are kind of tight.
Sam says, "I don't mind at all giving up my bed to Chico and Scooter," he smiles, "and I can bunk out in the camper?"
"Not being too pushy, is he?" Nick says into Oscar's ear.
"Would be good for him," Oscar replies, then making it uncomplicated, "Scooter is Cayman's sister's son. The kid grew up without a father. Maybe it's not too late, huh?"
"Never too late. Uh, am I getting head tonight?"
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
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