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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 27
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Rather than a stranger, Johnny fit right in. In fact, some of the guys who have worked di Campanelli's for years, began learning some new tricks.
Johnny started to become famous for his cinnamon scones, which in turn molded the kitchen staff into heroes themselves because of it! In never phased Johnny claiming it he who came up with the delicious treat, allowing all to share in the glory. Even if one of the others told of it being Johnny's recipe, he modestly noted it took all of them to cook up such a large batch.
This had become Johnny's main acceptance, but not only this, Ritchie becoming more intimate.
First night together, last night, even though dead tired, the two managed to scrape up some energy, "That was the best night of my life, Johnny."
Taking it in stride, Johnny laughs, "Like, how many times am I going to have to hear it?"
Meekly, Ritchie says, "Until forever comes?"
Johnny had to laugh again. Both dead tired to the world, the pair wandered back to his cottage. He felt a little intimidated, this tall guy, tall by about 4 inches above him, 6 ft. 4, to be exact, looking like a Greek god, bird nest hair, wide swimmer-shoulders, tapered waist, no way was Johnny going to go far with Ritchie.
On the road, before Johnny wised up to the world of being gay, it was Deric's badgering, something about him being more assertive, which after hearing about it enough times, did make Johnny appear to be more outgoing. Like, never would ever think about bringing a guy to his own bed!
However, when more logs were added to the fire, not only did Johnny `fuck', but being the first time he did it, found it to be excruciatingly wild!
It's why Johnny had a gleaming smile on his face, "I never dreamed it could feel that good!"
"Likewise," even though it wasn't the first time Ritchie got divided and conquered!
Much as it would have been grand to stand there, chat about last night and get hard all over again, they had their jobs to do.
They, nor any of the kitchen crew cared that Zack could be a thorn in the derry-air, "Hey, you two going to stand around here until lunchtime to start clean up?"
Johnny thought Zack had a lot of audacity, "I'm the baker, remember?"
Zack widened his speaking boulevard to include, instead of single out, "You're all cleanup until this place `shines like the top of the Chrysler building!'"
In times gone by that meant something. With regards to a place when it was a shining display of new architecture, gone also are the days of the Broadway musical, manager of the kitchen staff chimes in, "Thank you Miss Annie!"
None of them minded it, because Zack was a cool guy, but right now Ritchie wasn't thinking about ice, but rather turning up the flame, wanting to get even with the boss on a sexual level. Though, because Ritchie wasn't keen on sticking his poker up some dude's ass, smiled, thinking about Johnny doing the dirty-work for him!
One thing which had the staff all in favor, was Zack's ruling, after `cook' time and food prep was done for the day, they could loosen up on the chef's attire, strip down - but not too far - shirts the limit.
Still, it was by far better than slaving in a hot kitchen with a long-sleeved white uniform, draped over by a canvas apron.
Only deviation from yesterday, when they began baring chests, one of the outsource guys says, "Aren't you going to join us, Zack?"
Calling his bluff, Zack says, "Don't mind if I do!"
That's the day Zack found out who and who was not gay of the outsourced guys. Though some of the straight dudes thought Zack looked good from a `gym' point of view, tight pecs, taut abs and, presuming they were into guys, Zack had adequate plumbing. Of course, it was after sometime of being barechested, they could tell Zack's appreciation for a stripped chef!
Right now though, he tried luring some in for a closer look, pulling his shirt up, showing the belly indentation, smack dab middle of his abs, with intentions of unveiling points south, but the `straights' didn't fall for it!
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Maynard had a net in his hand, which looking at the pool, "I don't think this is gonna cut it."
"You got that right," Pete says, but with his own chores to do, "but good luck with that!"
Last night's rain storm had loosened up drought-stricken soil, carrying a river of gravel and dirt downhill. Building momentum, it overran the patio and formed it's own river of mud, emptying into the pool.
With Pete cutting out on Maynard, Glenn steps in, saying, "I warned Ernesto about this happening, but do you think they would listen?"
Not only the pool, but Maynard was feeling bad because Glenn had suited up, khaki shirt, pants and signature bandana around the top of his head, which made him feel slighted, standing there with only a swimsuit covering his tight-end, "Would you have any suggestions on how to clean this shit up?"
It did look sort of like a cesspool.
Before Glenn could make his getaway, a trickle of guys in hardhats began filtering by.
"Who are they?" Maynard keeps switching the gaze, right side, left side, back again, watching them parade by.
"I heard it from Jimi, CK's got his own construction company and to our advantage," he sighs, "they are all from some gay-owned hiring agency,'" he winks.
"Leave it to the man with the money," Maynard stands astounded, watching the last of them heading out back.
"Good tastes to boot!"
Giggling, Maynard says, "I think I need the blond and the ginger guy!"
With the influx of the male of the species within the past few days, Glenn's stamina, towards laying off the relationship aspect, began to crumble. Meeting up with Johnny was the tip of the iceberg which started him off on warming up to guys again. Even though at first he thought Sam, trying to get him to date, he tired of it. Though, knew his time of `mourning' from his breakup had lapsed enough. Final time either bugged him about getting more than friendly with a dude, was the last time, Glenn informing Sam and Garrett he was ready to date again. Possibly, what could have put this idea into his head, was the stimulation of Glenn's package.
Ready to put his two cents in, a lad appears alongside the pool. Pack on his back, he sets another down, picks it up, walks a few steps, setting it down.
Maynard smiles, saying in a soft tone, "Looks like he could use an extra set of hands?"
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Glenn smiles, knowing Maynard's indication.
Sly, sexy smile, Maynard replies, "I'm not the one trying to make friends!"
Trying to keep secrets was tough to do, with all the extra ears around and about the resort, Glenn saying, "Excuse me then, while I offer my services!"
Knowing him by face, the dude hanging out with Alek, Glenn approaches, "Looks like you could use an extra set of hands?"
Glancing back at Maynard, he gives Glenn the thumbs up!
"It didn't occur to me, when they gave me the job of hauling the morning coffee klatch out to construction crews in the woods, how I would achieve such a feat?"
While he didn't have hands full, "Hi, I'm Hunter."
Using it as conversation, Glenn says, "Alek's friend?" he shakes Hunter's hand.
"Uh," Hunter was sketchy on exactly what they were to each other, but as things have been developing, "yeah."
Like other guys, Hunter liked to boast about sexual encounters. Of his rendezvous with Alek in the public park, they made a pact to keep it secret, which almost escaped his lips!
"Well, I happen to be headed out to the construction crew, if that's where you're headed?"
Glenn didn't give Hunter a chance to think, grabbing up the second parcel.
"That pack has the coffee and milk. I can take it, if you want?" Hunter loosens one of the straps of the pack from a shoulder.
"Nah. Keep it on. I'm a strong guy."
Before he left the pool area, Glenn told Maynard he would see him later.
`Who is he kidding?' Maynard thought to himself, "Yeah, much later, Glenn!"
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Where was Alek in all this?
Since he presently was closer to Ethan, than anyone else in the CK kingdom, he was laid off construction detail. Instead, Ethan not sure where to place Alek, had him tagging along.
However, business matters didn't seem to excite Alek, much as other activities he liked, besides sex, which made him yawn.
"Bored, my love?" Ethan asks, smiling.
Confused Alek questions, "Your, `love'?"
"Oh? Did I say that?"
"Slip of the tongue?" Alek asks.
Stopping for a moment, Ethan leans against a tree, moving his laptop bag in front of him, poses the idea, "Would be more gratifying, if it were something more?"
There were two points of view here.
For Ethan, at 28-years old, it seemed like, for the past 10 years of his life he's either focused on collegiate achievements or working his tail off to get where he is today. There have been hookups along the way, but no one who moved him the way Alek did.
With Alek, he was approaching 19 and with the aspect of setting goals beyond high school, threw off the idea of pairing up with a guy. Room mate, yes, but falling for a dude, well perhaps it was too late to think on that now.
"Something more?" Alek tried thinking about it, honestly saying, "I don't know."
Back pinned to the tree, Ethan says, "Com'ere."
"What?" Alek took it as an `order.' Regardless, it was not as if he felt like a slave, unless if it was coming across as a slave to Ethan's incredibly great smile. Taking the few steps towards him, Alek asks, "Okay, what next?"
Maybe it was Ethan wanting to driving a point home. Grabbing Alek's shirt, midchest, it seemed the right thing to do, as opposed to tucking him at the belt buckle locale. Either way would accomplish the same goal, but one could have different meaning than the other and here, Ethan did not wish to be too pushy, kissing Alek on the lips.
Nervous, Alek not sure what it meant, to him, not Ethan, he shrugs off the affection, "Thanks for wrinkling my shirt," he smooths out his chest with both hands.
On the contrary, Ethan handles this, "Thanks for the kiss!"
Not adamant in his repose, rather Ethan plucking himself off the bark of the tree, standing ground on is own two feet, he left Alek with a smile.
Knowing Ethan instigated the action, Alek gets cocky, "You're welcome!"
That's all it amounted to, for the moment it lasted, was a sweet, innocent kiss. However, for Alek, the age gap of 10 years, which would be chiseled down to 9 in two days, he kind of felt awesome, disregarding the difference and thinking of how Ethan had the hots for him!
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Sam had his work cut out for him and it didn't have anything to do with slinging a hammer, taking pool chemical inventory, nor reporting of the need for branches to be cut.
"Your shirt is to be worn inside the pants, Jaeson."
"More trendy if it's sticking out," Jaeson differed in opinion.
"Fine," Sam says, stuffing his own shirt in, around the girth of his tapered waist, "but not my problem if you get a tick up your ass...then again, might be fun trying to pull it out with a pair of tweezers!"
"Ick! You're gross, man!"
However, Sam's reference did move Jaeson in way, which had him unbuckling the belt, planing a hand around in a circle, then buckling up for safety's sake, "There. Happy?"
"Nah," Sam replies, "I'd probably would have been happier plucking that tick outta yer ass!"
He laughed.
Jaeson fake-laughed, "You're funny, but you're not!"
Last night, Ethan had come to Glenn and asked if he would take on having Cain tag along with him. He deemed Sam having his hands full, with Jaeson. This morning proved it to be so. Trying to get out of joining the construction crew, he snuck out before the crack of dawn and slashed the tires on the truck, which would move the crew out to what was the old barn.
It being so, Sam says, "You just better mind your p's and q's, lad, because as it is, you came this close," Sam pinches an inch between finger and thumb, "to Ethan calling the cops on you."
"I suppose I have you to thank for that," Jaeson knows it, Sam talking Ethan out of it.
Cracking a cocky smile, Sam replies, "Of which I can think of a few ways of thanking me!"
"Fuck that shit," Jaeson replies, standing there, outfit repaired.
"`Fuck that shit,' now there's an idea," Sam lets out a nasty sneer, coupled with bits of laughter.
"Can we just get going?"
Earlier this morning, one of the security men, catching Jaeson in the spot of his flashlight, knife in hand, plunging it into a rear tire, Sam knew this would be a could way to `start' to gain confidence from the lad. Not today, but sometime before the end of this summer, he hoped to bring the lad around. This didn't mean they had to end up the summer as friends or more, but a goal of at least taking a bad kid and molding him into a better young man.
Leaving the cabin, he knew he had a mile high pile of work ahead of him!
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About ready to leave the settlement behind, Glenn and Hunter are interrupted by a dude running up to them.
"Hey, you Glenn?"
Not which Glenn was expected this right now, "You must be Cain?"
Not sure if Ethan has explained as much as he knew, Cain didn't volunteer anything extra, except as many a time he had spoken,"My cousin said I'm to report to you."
"Oh, you and Ethan are cousins, are you?" Glenn replies.
Hunter, he stands there quietly, taking in the scenery!
Not sure if it's to his benefit, or against, Cain lets it pass, "Apparently Ethan didn't tell you that?"
Sending a message, Glenn, knowing Cain is freshly out of rehab, "Not which it would matter, but..." he realizes he's still holding the heavy coffee sack, "here, I'm assigning you to your duty today, helping Hunter with refreshment detail."
"Hunter, is it?" Cain seeing Hunter in the same age group as himself, "I'm Cain."
"Yeah," Hunter replies, "I heard Glenn mention. "Nice to meet ya."
Knowing he was playing big brother to Cain, Glenn says, "Well, you two deliver this stuff and I'll meet up with you later."
He could tell Cain was struggling, but not as much as Hunter. Forgetting something, he turns around, shouts, "And oh, keep outta trouble!"
Hunter turns to Cain, "Did he say that for my benefit, or yours?"
Thinking on it, Hunter probably the same age, give or take a year, maybe they could wind up friends. In order to do so, Cain thinks about opening up, though those deep down secrets would not surface, "Probably mine. I'm fresh out of rehab, you know?"
They just met. How could Hunter know? Though, taking it in stride, since they had roughly a 15-minute walk, "You were in rehab for what?"
"Drugs, drinking and the things a guy does when on it," Cain wasn't particularly proud, but man enough to face up to it.
That dominated it, right up to where they came into a clearing, the racket diminishing in sound.
Having heard all about Cain, Hunter was eager to continue the conversation, thinking him his bud now. However, Hunter wasn't about to give up every little secret of his past life, not just yet, "Sometime I'll tell you about `my' addictions."
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Deric and Tom were more than delighted when they found out they would be working together. Right after breakfast, before they assumed they would be working with the construction crew, Ethan came over to inform them where their place would be in the scheme of things.
Right now they sat patiently, shooting the bull, while waiting for the man himself to meet with them. When speaking with Ethan, both were amazed of their jobs being so important, they would need to deal with the `head honcho.'
Sitting there in the empty dining all, any little noise seemed to echo off the walls, even if sounding off from the kitchen. When the double door entry is opened, if goes noticed!
He could be considered a Jekyll-Hyde personality, CK bowing down to some bdsm play, but when suited up for business, he took on a totally different state of mind, "Gentlemen?" he opens up their meeting, toting along an individual they have yet to meet.
`Gentlemen' was a little too straightforward for Deric, "Uh, I'm Deric and this is Tom." Unashamed, he wasn't afraid to ask about the hunk trailing in, "Who's this?"
Tom's eyes had studied him also, a curious mind wanting a name put with the face.
CK not quick enough on the draw, the `built' dude offers up a handshake, sounding off, "Javier Xavier Cabrera Castillo."
Deric, goofing, says, "How about we call you Javier?" he laughs.
`For now,' Javier was thinking, but for later purposes, "That'll do just fine." Right away, he admired the spunky attitude in Deric, not to mention the way he filled out his shirt!
Tom, more reserved, offered a `good to know you.'
In his own thinking, adding a smile to the handshake with Tom, Javier also was summing up how much of a pushover this was going to be. Sitting down, handing the talk over to CK, Javier already was drumming up in his mind how the day would go, more the focus on `breaking in' Deric to his new responsibilities.
Again, CK goes the formal route, "Gentlemen, I've brought Javier in to offer us balance in both what we are eating and how we conduct ourselves on a daily basis, day to day fitness."
That rang a bell with Deric, an avid gymnast, "Cool. You workout?" After he said it, realizes the obvious.
For the moment, Javier play it cool, "That I do, which happens to be one of the aspects of my professional status here at the resort."
Though there were wall to wall guys, Javier's eyes intently singled out only one in the room.
CK furthers his status, naming Javier's college degrees in dietary and nutritional subjects, degrees, awards and places he's lectured, thesis, groups he has lectured, Institute of this' and Organizations of that', all to lift to a higher plane of physical endeavor, credentials, all in order for the position he is to fill.
Bored with the levels of degrees, Deric's aim centered on what was under the wide-shouldered suit, vision drifting down the front of Javier, to...what a shame the table had to get in the way of the rest, he rounds out silent opinion, `Dammit all!'
He needn't lift his chin, Javier sitting, Deric's eyes matching with his eye-candy's face.
Javier, catching Deric still lingering on his facade, it wasn't any secret, except to the two of them, he had an ongoing interest, nods.
Raising eyebrows, at the thought of being caught, Deric's eyes shoot downward, onto his plate, which left his bagel, oozing over with cream cheese, hardly touched.
Across the campus, Pete and Maynard had decided to skip a trip to the breakfast table. To gather opinion, they passed a tablet around to gather opinion, wondering how their first blog entry phased the guys. They had decided, deviating from the norm, which had been travels around Cali, Nevada and other places the cousins had visited, until it got wiped out when the funds trickled down.
Of course, the photo journal was composed of the guys snapped up through the lens of Maynard's cam, the little Lego space-dude popping out of one of a guys' navel, or as the blog posters agreed upon, renaming it a `bellyhole'!
Instead of getting it on, earlier in the evening of the night before, Pete and Maynard chatted about how to present the photo journal.
Sitting there shirtless, skimpy briefs, Pete confers, "Right, but wouldn't it be cooler if we left it to a `guessing game?'"
"How would that go?" Maynard questions.
Using a hand against the tablet screen, Pete `beheads' Jeremi, slicing him off at the top of the chest, eliminating half of his hairy pecs, right down to the nip-line, "What if we do a little chop job and," Pete switches to his own bod, "leave just pecs and abs?"
Something else on his mind, Maynard says, "Nah... I mean yeah, that's cool, but we're a gay blog. Guys are going to expect more than chest and abs. Like, we went to all the trouble of having our guys strip all, don't you think we should show a little more of the...uh...`forbidden forest'?"
"Of course," it made Pete laugh, but like he was on the up and up, "whatever else did you think I meant?"
To others they may have appeared as two guys trying to get a blog off the ground, but on their own, something more than business partners developing something new, fresh, sexy, Maynard sets the tablet aside. "Not sure what you meant," he leads, bowling Pete over onto the bed, two fingertips at the top of the elastic brief-line...
Much as he would have liked to follow Maynard's lead, Pete grabs the fingers, holding in a freeze mold, "Uh, not which I wouldn't mind getting it on with my hot man, but..."
Sitting back up, taking up the tablet, Maynard scolds, "You know, dude, you really know how to ruin a romantic moment!"
Not immune to what could have transpired, Pete agrees, turning Maynard's eyes away from the tablet, planting a kiss on his lips, "I know I am."
Smirk on his face, Maynard replies, "You're forgiven. Now, can we get this stuff out of the way so we can really get it on?"
Pete was agreeable to that, but by the time they electronically snipped and chopped up the complete album, gazing at the time at the top of the screen, both wanted to just slumber; but not without stripping briefs!
All that work and no play yesterday, this morning their choice to make sex quick, was paying off for Maynard and Pete.
Slim calls out, "Hey, I think this is me!"
They were all getting in the knack, James charging in with, "What the fuck, Slim, you don't even know you're own bellyhole?"
He knew to call it that. At the top of every page, it led the looker to anywhere else in the album, asking the gazer to compare to the others.
"Of course I do," Slim mends his opinion, "That's Arne, right?"
Having made a connection already, Slim smiles, even when James threatens to whip his butt!
"No, you idiots," Drew enters into the fray, "it's me!"
He went on to make a self-description, the full pecs of hair, then a void, right down to his bellyhole, a swath below and as the bloggers decided upon, showing some of that lush pubic fur. Pulling his khaki shirt out of his safari pants, Drew attempts to compare the real with the photo.
"I've got to pay more attention," Aronold looks up at Drew, hoping to get a return response, thinking what all that moss surrounded.
He was disappointed, them not making an instant connection!
The guys laugh, watching Kevyn, innocently picking up Drew's tee shirt, up to his pec-line, "Hey, he's right! It is him!"
"Of course. I told you, you stoopid morons!" Drew condemns anyone who thought otherwise.
Really into it, flipping through page after page, there was an insatiable desire to study each photo, which made Pete and Maynard elated, slowly fading away from the table in order to observe viewer response.
"What do you think?" Maynard asks.
Pete responds with favor, "I think they like it, though..."
"What?" Maynard's pouty voice drops fifty feet.
"I'm not so sure it was worth it, giving up our night of hotness, for a little kissing and hand action?"
An answer to almost everything, Maynard replies, "There's always tonight to make up for it!"
What they've already found out, working on things after hours, finding time for make up, their sex was no more wilder than a relaxed evening or afternoon.
Part of getting along, feeling for each other without saying, which helped them form opinion, of a solid relationship arrangement, Pete would be the instigator, Maynard catching his drift.
Maynard's shirt would come off first, but he might delay and work up, inside Pete's shirt, before reciprocating with the removing. Once, which set them both off giggling, Maynard's head popped up, right inside the collar of Pete's shirt!
Other times, zany things happened, like when Pete had Maynard flat on his back, working him over with his tongue, out of the blue, Maynard says, "C'mere."
It was getting wet `down there', Pete's saliva really flowing over Maynard's stiff stalk, hairy balls wet down real well, and feeling a little agitated, wondered if Maynard thought he wasn't doing a good enough suck-job, "What? You don't like it?"
"Of course I like it, moron! Just hear me out?"
Hearing Maynard out, Pete follows orders, but like any man, in the throes of feeling cock-tip at the back of his throat, on the verge of swallowing, or working the lips around the base of the barrel, complains, "I was just about to..."
"I know, but suddenly it's come over me..."
In rare form, Pete suddenly turns the table on Maynard, whom has directed him, out of a sudden and unusual urge, sit his hairy butt on his chest and feed him cock, "Well, y'know this is gonna cost ya, Mayn?"
He could have hesitated for a moment, decided upon not giving up on Maynard's thick, tasty treat, but as always, Pete had this built in urge to comply, no matter what.
"Whatever," Maynard grew impatient, "can we just get on with it?"
Mimicking his boyfriend, Pete replies, "Whatever," shimmying his way up Maynard's abs, to chest.
Purposely, since he was giving up on something which meant the most to him, stiff shaft, hairy balls, if he felt it, ventured lower, into deeper recesses, Pete allows his own stiffie drag up Maynard's bod.
"Uh, can you move any faster?"
Pete complains, about not rushing it, cock tip feeling up all Maynard's bod had to offer, "I gotta get my jollies too, y'know?"
Arriving at his destination, on all fours, Pete's cock and balls hang down, at the base of Maynard's chin, "Well, where do you want it?"
"Where do you think I want it, moron?!"
Smartly, Pete says, "Well, I could think of one or two places?"
Back and forth the banter flew, Maynard saying, "Well, you know I'm not too keen with it down there, dah?"
A little annoyed in the first place, after spending several minutes running his cupped lips up and down Maynard's flabby tube, firming it up to an ultimate 10-inches, Pete expected more, "Whatever...can we just get it over with?"
Instead of a night of hot man-sex, a squabble began, out of Maynard turning to complaint, "Oh, is that how it's gonna go?"
At this point of disagreement, or maybe a feeling of being used, as Maynard presses his hands into the mattress, sliding out from under, Pete sits on hind legs, just missing the 10-inch impaler.
Now, with the thick stick in front of him, instead of behind, Pete feels a change of heart, not wanting the tube to deflate, "Nah," Pete waits a sec, "really, I am. I'll do whatever you want."
Keen on things, Maynard knew what stemmed Pete's decision. Fact is, seeing his own cock standing up straight and not being massaged by lips, nor hand, it started to put a dent in things, gives up on tasting Pete, "Okay. Just get on it?"
Pete caught the words conscious and clear, the difference between on with it' and on it', responding by following Maynard's directive. This time, he knew he had to follow a certain procedure, lifting his stiff cock in order to slide down the pole.
Though, Maynard got his last dibs in, even though it did feel awesome as hell, bucking his hips, had a strange urge to see and feel his own secretion shoot out onto his swath of bellyhole hair.
"If that's the way you feel!" Pete was half-annoyed, took hold of the situation.
Like soiling him up, twice as much, Pete lets loose his wad of semen, sending streams of white goo onto Maynard's stomach.
Worn out from his own secretion, Maynard lies there, excepting fate.
It doesn't go unseen, tail end of Maynard's erotic feeling, viewing the underside of Pete's chin, Pete voicing what a guy senses, thumb and finger squeezing the last bit of goo out, "woo-eee-man-does-that-feel-so, so-good!"
Maynard didn't see this coming either, Pete spent energy, falling forward. In his mind, the sudden event made him think of the barn coming down, several guys yelling, `Timbrr-r-r-r-r-r!'
What gave him a tickle, was the farting' effect, the massive amount of juice compressed between bods. The overall feeling transpired between the two, Maynard instantly called it, not feeling Pete's shaft on his tongue...well, maybe next time!'
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More and more, Chico convinced CK it would be better for his `image' to be present at times of announcing new plans, which mainly had been at the largest gathering, breakfast.
CK had to admit, it was getting tiresome, traveling in the limo everyday, shuttled between LA and Soda Flats, so finally decided to call the resort, home, even though plans to build were still on his architect's drawing board.
Instead of selling off the mansion in the Hamptons, he had been talked into keeping it, by his money-market-man. Only person he could think of, which he fully trusted, was Alex. Instead of having one of his stand-by's place the call, he did it himself, or rather had Jimi dial Alex up for him.
Alex was delighted with the thought of living in a $778,000,000 home, rent free!
While on the phone, CK did hear Kyle chewing his partner out, over nude or next-to-nude models running around in front of the three boys, so he quickly amended his plans, saying the models were being shipped out, on assignment!
Right now, it wasn't one of the responsibilities CK had to think about, which was good, giving himself full time into the development of the resort.
He could have brought the E. Hampton models in, just to make the pool look good, but decided to give them the summer off.
He was also happy to hear of Alex reconciling with his partner and the joys of parenthood.
With all that off his mind, plus his good deed for the day, done, CK took on his next project.
Already in the works, Chico was given the heads up on not only it being the 4th of July, but Alek's birthday. CK wanted it to a day to go down on the books as a kickoff for construction at the resort. Of now, it was being referred to as `Soda Flats'. However, now was more important than next fall, which had Chico off on some projects.
Eric really didn't have anything to complain about, other than, "Uh, you're not going to run off and leave me tied to the bed, are you?"
Placing his phone on the bureau, Chico says, "No, but as I've learned, you'll learn, whatever CK commands," he kneels on the side of the bed, next to Eric's thigh, "you listen and obey."
"Or else?" Eric flashed a toothy grin.
Reaching behind him, picking up the end of a lace, tied around Eric's balls, Chico gave it a little tug, "Or else!"
"Oh-h-h-yeah," Eric moaned with pleasure.
Back in the mood, before being rudely interrupted, `the master' says, as his knees touch Eric's pits, "No teeth or I'll pull the ripcord!"
Playacting, Eric pleads for his cum-makers sake, "No, sir, please...I'll do a better job this time."
Do-over, Chico places the bulb of his 8c at Eric's lips. As it went, hard-to-get, rather, hard-to-give, Eric kept his lips tightly pressed together.
"Hmm," Chico could only guess, knowing he wasn't in command here.
Sure enough, after a little coaxing, pulling the ripcord, it helped to loosen lips and soon Chico found his cock moving into the oven.
On the verge of coming, his cell had to ring. However, it most likely would not be the last time he was totally energized, only to have to back off.
Last spring was the most agonizing time of his life. Hooking up with a secretary of one of CK's clients, like himself, both on call, the other guy's cell rang the same time as his. Since they were both Latino, their curses were in Spanish, a lingo they both understood fluently. Regardless, the language of speech was nothing compared to Chico having to back out, only to have his creme shoot into a condom, in the cold air of the room, instead of warmer surroundings. Too, he didn't mean to, but voiced his frustrations into the speaker of his phone, cursing at CK by mistake!
Pablo was back in bed before Chico, stoked because he hadn't shot his load. Chico, versatile by choice, product of too curious for his own good, felt bad for Pablo. It was a little erotic, coaching his younger buddy, having it been the first time Pablo fucked a guy. Still, it was all good!
However, with Eric, and having just hung up with CK, the moment was ruined, which was apparently so, Eric saying, about Chico's hard cock going flat, "I can make it hard again?"
All was not lost, Chico sitting up on his hind legs, "You might have something there, Eric."
Lost in the moment still, Eric couldn't help but reprimand the master, "It's `boy,' remember?"
Before Chico got with Eric, he knew about kinky play, but hadn't experienced it, so it was a natural response, "You and your ball-strangling!"
Of course, Chico knew Eric was asking for it, which who was he to disappoint a guy with a tight canal, giving the lace a hefty pull.
It happened to be from Eric's old sneakers. Eric knew the reason he wasn't feeling the pleasure and pain of having his balls yanked upon, seeing Chico holding the snapped lace in front of his face, "There's always the other sneaker?"
After CK's call, Chico was too caught up in details, saying, "How about I give you a quick blowjob?"
Wasn't it the master in charge, not Eric, responding, "Okay, but you owe me another cock and ball torture session, Chico!"
Every man wasn't without his vices, and if Chico didn't have a craving for slender, blond men, with a chest full of the same, blond hair, sprouting across pecs, a shapely trail down the middle, coupled with how tight a fuck Eric could be, "Whatever you say."
Eric got what his due, Chico firming up once again, while his tongue tantalized Eric's meat. Amazingly enough, they both became raging hard at the same time and with Eric's hips bucking, Chico knew it nearly time, for Eric and himself.
Together, Chico's hand, with both shafts lined up side by side...there was no turning the faucets off once the two moaned in ecstasy, Eric taking the brunt force of getting his stomach and chest creamed-up.
It was awesome, Eric feeling Chico fall over on top of him, through he knew the ropes around his wrists might show tomorrow morning!
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"Well, that's that!" CK says, touching his cell off, having phoned both Chico and Alex.
"Great. Now come back to bed and get to work!" the demanding voice orders.
Quite by accident, CK had run into his former photographer at Cafe Gratitude in Larchmont Village, on a gig to memorialize Jay Z's 46th birthday with a luncheon. It's also the same place CK had formed a crush on Chris Evans, years ago. He wanted to go up to him and tell him to his face he was drop-dead gorgeous, but didn't think it would go good for him around Evans' guards.
He nodded, letting Jakob know he was dining there today, which the 27-year old photographer noted in mouthing the words and sign language, he would catch up with CK later.
By doing so, Jakob had extended CK's lunch plans by 2 hours, at which time he had guzzled a half bottle of Dom Perignon. At least he didn't need to sit through the waiting time by himself, Stephen Braddock showing his face, with a client on his arm.
Once the two sat, CK had mentioned he was waiting for Jakob Reeves.
It wasn't too tough to pick Jakob out, Stephen staring, saying, "Oh boy, he sure is a knockout!"
Well, Stephen's client, who singled out CK, mentions, "He sure is!"
Turning his attention away from Jakob, CK says, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure?" reaches for the lad's hand.
The dude directs at this host, "Uh, Stephen, did you forget something?"
More mesmerized with Jakob's shirt, how the twists and turns of achieving a certain shot, gets caught on his lovely pec spots, Stephen finally connects with his name being caught, "What was that?"
`Mm-mm,' CK was thinking, the manner in which this young guy conversed with Stephen, if only he could have an interest...
"Introduce me."
`Yup,' that did it, CK was convinced he had an interest in discipline and all the other letters!
"Oh," Stephen treats it as nothing out of the ordinary, "Cayman, this is Niall," then goes back his sightseeing.
Rephrasing it, more formally, "Niall Born. It's an honor to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine," CK does what they do in France, kissing the `lady's hand'!
Niall thought it kind of lame, but if it gave him his boost into the world of modeling, he'd go to other lengths for instant achievement, "Wow!"
More lame, as lame as it sounded, CK didn't care, "I only do that for people I madly care about."
Perhaps it was part bubbly, but CK loved his men, especially tall, dark and handsome, exactly how he was perceiving Niall for the moment.
"Well, now I feel doubly honored, Mr. Karlyle."
"Cayman," he squeezes Niall's hand.
Quite smitten with his attorney's son, Stephen had filled in all the blanks of his own life, but of CK, Niall hadn't a clue, "And how did it come about you and Stephen are friends?"
A flaw in the conversation, Niall already knew who Cayman Karlyle is, but wasn't letting on...not just yet!
"Just business," CK mentions. "What about you? What's your history?"
However he could help him along on is journey through life, Niall never fathomed he could get caught up in his incredible beautiful looks. Plus, getting the gay-vibe already, "I could go on and on, but it could take hours."
CK, not only which he was waiting for Jakob to finish up photojournaling Jay Z and Beyonce's scrapbook, "Hours I've got!"
Then, without warning, the celebs left, Jakob coming over to CK, "That was quick!"
"Yeah, what was that about?" CK asks Jakob.
Stephen, just stood there and `breathed' Jakob in!
Niall, he followed the conversation.
"Yeah, I thought they were eating here, but they just came for cocktails and pictures."
"So, that's the end of your gig?" CK asks, noticing Jakob checking out Niall.
So it went, CK introducing both Niall and Stephen to his new photographer, rebirth on his payroll.
It had been on both Stephen and CK's mind, taking their dinner party to more secluded quarters, but then Stephen had gotten a call, a small fire breaking out in the basement of his store.
CK sympathized, but more so that Stephen could not join him back at his plush, LA apartment, inviting both Jakob and Niall. How could he not, leaving Niall in the lurch!
Forgetting an important matter, when they got to the front door, CK says, "Oops!"
From the olden days, when they were employee and employer, friends, then intimate lovers, other stuff to each other, Jakob remembers what that meant, "What'd you forget now, Cayman?"
"Like," he makes excuse to both Niall and Jacob and the valet, standing there, "I forgot that I gave the limo driver the afternoon off?"
Niall couldn't believe it, after all the accolades, Jakob calling CK, "Moron!"
"Sorry," CK adds a quaint apology.
"No sweat," Jakob says, telling the valet to order them up a taxi.
At first, Niall was taken by how he could be with CK, getting what he wanted with little or no effort, but Jakob, taking command as he did, backing the valet up against the stone building, telling him there would be more than loose change in in addition to monetary reward, hinging on, "if it's at all possible to conjure up some wheels in the next five minutes?"
Thinking the valet a college student, making some loose change over the summer, gauged by his looks, putting him in the 18-20 year old range, he was ready, able and so-willing!
Then, Jakob calls over, "Cayman, what's your room number?"
They knew. Jakob having extended his own invitation, but Niall couldn't put him down. Not with the opportunity of earning some extra loot. Even though born with a silver spoon in his mouth, childhood and teen years dominated by a cheapo father, it was reamed into him, good to learn about life and not having everything handed on a silver platter. However, Niall still had visions of the silver spoon and platter dancing in his head. If this, `Jakob' would get him closer to this goal and the offer good, why not?!
Like a chain of command, when they got back to the apartment, Jakob had already discovered what CK knew, Niall gay. He hoped to keep it a secret, have CK thinking Niall was straight and then seduce him. It would not only boost Jakob's self-esteem, thinking he could talk a straight guy into giving him a blowjob, same time lengthen the already firming up of his shaft. Ever since witnessing his uncle and his gay buddies try to convince two straight friends into thinking they may have gay tendencies, through making them curious whether it felt awesome, or not, sucking up to another man, it had given Jakob more than a tingle, the sensation affecting his loins. Now, that would have been the perfect prank to pull on CK, same time giving himself an extra jolt...at least breaking a straight man to his knees!
On their arrival, at his temporary living arrangement, modest compared to the East Hampton mansion, CK was blown away by the sight of something which blew his mind. Eyes were glued, from the time he entered the front door, slowly walking through the lobby on instinct. Upon seeing a guy who could very well fit nicely into his modeling kingdom, cause a stirring within his soul, pacing the lobby, laptop case over the shoulder, like he was waiting for a client, all he could render was a simple word, meant to be more than simple, "Wow," he allows it to trail on till becoming a whisper.
When CK didn't respond to many callings, Jakob called it, "See ya later, Cayman," and walked towards the front desk.
Each offering a quick, `Hi,' desk clerk doing the same for both, looked back and forth.
Not singling himself out, Jakob says, "We're guests of Cayman Karlyle."
"Oh yes," the clerk replies and having seen CK enter, "he's right over there."
Knowing they came in with CK, but a few steps behind, it was understandable for a person questioning, which Jakob doesn't let on, cuts him a break because he's `cute', "Right. Uh, you wouldn't happen to have an extra key?"
Niall could see, the clerk attracted to Jakob.
This aura between the two developing, the clerk had his rules, "Give me a second while I check with Mr. K."
Watching the desk jockey hustle away, checking out the rear end bumper, Jakob says, "By all means, take your time."
"Nice way the pants fit the melons, eh?"
"Are you checkin' how I'm checkin' guys out?" Jakob meant, in general.
Like two fans talking football, Niall replies, "Maybe we're after the same thing!"
"Apparently," Jakob switches his attention.
Far ahead of him, Niall says, "I know you had designs on me, but hate to disappoint you, Jake..."
"Jake?" Jakob questions.
"Unless you prefer Kob?" it tickles Niall enough to laugh.
Not finding it humorous, "Jakob will do just fine. Now what about...about what you were saying?"
It was water under the bridge, Niall suggesting, "Well, it looks like Cayman's going to have more than a mouthful, huh?"
Jakob was thinking more of the same about Niall, filling his mouth, then sinkhole, bouncing back and forth when the situation called for it, but realizing the implicit wording, gives up on the prospects of Niall, "Might have to turn on the ole Reeves charm and work on our desk clerk here."
Already calling it, Niall says, "Ah, he's a pushover. Me? I rather like a challenge."
Then he gets a tap on the shoulder, "Excuse me, sir?"
Turning around, both are confronted by their cab driver.
"You were just in my taxi?" the Latino hopes they make a connection, especially Mr. Tall-dark & handsome.
Both were; tall, dark, handsome, but it was Jakob who had tipped the driver, even after CK coupled it in with the fare, "I remember...vaguely," he smiles.
He knew the taxi driver had wanted to talk to him, hoped it would be the case, after he topped off CK's payment with a 50-dollar bill.
"I wanted to return this. Your boss," it's what he assumed, "already tipped me."
Standing there, a third party, Niall says, "I can see where this is headed," and steps away.
Thinking back, leaving a tip on top of a tip, either Jakob would be out of 50-bucks or, "Well, aren't you an honest man?"
"It's the least I could do for your kindness?"
Played right into Jakob's corner pocket, "Oh, I could think of a few others?"
Hook, line and sinker, the taxi driver states, "I called into dispatch, I'm picking up a fare to take to the airport. He knows I'll be on the road for quite some time."
Each played the other, until Jakob saw fit to fold, "Then, why don't you join us upstairs?"
He didn't get the driver's name, until they were on their way across the lobby, "Alejandro Andreas Costa Vincente, but you can call me Ale."
Dropping a hint, which could take them into a different realm, "I was more thinking, `boy?'"
"Boy?" Ale replies like it was some foreign word.
Finding an answer, Jakob knew it didn't mean it was off the table, shelved for now, "Forget about that stuff for now."
Ale had learned a long time ago, if you liked more than ordinary sex, sucking and fucking, keep it to yourself. Bringing up stuff like drinking a man's beer, through his cock, it could turn guys off, like eating a liver and grape jelly sandwich, which had Ale moving farther away from his own kinky desires, "I like to suck cock?"
"I bet you do!"
Not the only sly one, when Jakob catches up with CK, he finds out a bottle of champagne is to be delivered, by the desk clerk himself!
However, when they get to the room, CK sliding his card, the party is about to get another guest added to the list, hotel housekeeper greeting them, "Oh, I'm just finishing up in here, Mr. Karlyle, sir."
Niall and Jakob glance at each and smile. Forcing the door closed with a bang, Jakob says, "Well, looks like you've done a more than good job, Alejandro-whatever it is, "which if you're up for even a bigger tip?"
However, he didn't take bait, instead, CK saying, "Add a generous amount to my bill for yourself, Adam."
For a moment, Jakob had his wires crossed, thinking CK was talking about Ale and not, "Adam, is it?" Jakob wasn't giving up on Ale, just making sure any man in the room, stayed in the room!
He knew something Jakob didn't know, a secret shared between himself and CK, but play it cool, shaking Jakob's hand, "Yes. Adam Treanfhir."
"Scottish?" Jakob held Adam's warm hand.
"Irish, but I'm not certain. Could be a little mix in there," Adam smiles.
Ready to drop the pickup lines and start right in, Jakob goes for a button of Adam's shirt, "About that tip?"
Catching Jakob's hand, "Before you go any further, I'm not gay!"
Not until after asking, Jakob found himself out, being totally absurd, "Why not?"
Being around CK, paid to keep his room in tiptop condition, Adam says, "Sorry. I know you all are, but..."
Not the last straw, Jakob says it like it's old news, "Okay," like he's realized it, "you're not gay, but being straight doesn't mean you can't play along?"
Regardless of being 32-years old and working in a place where things could be overheard, it's a first for Adam, "Come again?"
"I was hoping to!" Jakob laughs it off.
"Yeah, well," Adam turns, "I'll clean up, take my vacuum and leave you men to your...whatever it is you're about to do!"
`Dammit!' Jakob says to himself. He couldn't say, standing there, talking with a straight man, it wasn't making him tingle between the legs. Gay or straight, a hot looking man was a hot looking man.
Adam, about to leave, Jakob tries one last ditch effort, "So, you have no clue to how a straight man can still feel sexy with a gay man?" Desperate as a housewife, he badgers, "Niall there, he tells me he's awesome at giving a blowjob. Surely, that would feel good to you?"
Not his words, but Jakob's hand, and Adam's hand, piled up on the top handle of the vacuum, the appliance wasn't moving.
"I better be going."
Jakob smiled. His hand wasn't moving. In fact, there was no resistance to him holding the vacuum in place, instead of rolling towards the door, "But you're thinking about it?"
Looking back, into the room, he sees Niall, stripped down to the waist, thumbs inside the rim of his briefs.
Jakob knew he was breaking through, Adam's tongue lodged between his teeth, deciding.
Coaxing him along, at Niall's expense, "Nice piece of meat, huh?" Jakob just keeps on the man.
Looking back, into Jakob's eyes, he wanted to diffuse any feelings, "If you're a man who can get into that stuff?"
Thinking this was going to be tuffer than he thinks, Jakob does what he rarely does for a man, "Bet you've got a hot frankfurter to suck on, huh?"
Not only comprehending his word, Adam looks down. Hand was still welded to the vacuum, though Jakob's had lifted off. Reason for this, he assumed, was to go at his belt buckle. "I'm not so sure about this?" he looks up.
However, there were no eyes to stare into, Jakob paying attention to working the spindle from Adam's belt buckle, "Of course you are," he fills the straight man with confidence, this the right thing to do.
"I dunno," Adam replies, like things were so, so complicated and he couldn't explain himself, `straight' not cutting it anymore.
Having his belt buckle open, seeing and feeling a pair of hands unbutton the pants, unzipper, Adam couldn't believe he was allowing another man to do this. He had played it over and over in his mind, `what if,' CK or one of his many guests had tried to do what Jakob is doing now, "I better not," he clutches Jakob's hands, finally having left the vac.
Hands already grasping the sides of Adam's pants, he reels him in, giving him a kiss.
Which...Adam responds, slapping Jakob up the side of the face.
With the crack of his actions, Jakob disconnects, "Well, I guess that's that," backs off.
"No, wait," Adam says, apologetically, "I'm so, so sorry, sir."
"Nah, it's not your fault. Sometimes I get the better of myself and..."
And now he was totally bonked by Adam's gesture, a touch to him arm changing the whole scenario.
After kissing Jakob, Adam says, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."
"Hey, how do you think I know how it feels, trying to kiss a straight man. Not all want it?"
Regardless, right now Adam was filled with desire, `wanting it!'
As things turn out, Adam had Jakob sit on the foot of a bed and for lack of knowledge, "How do you want me?"
If he were gay, Adam would have switched into auto mode, but a dude proclaiming to be straight, maybe the motor just kicked in after all these years, "Why don't you get comfortable under the covers and we'll take it from there?"
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out, Adam standing right there in front of him, Jakob's head pec-high and to wait might mean a retro action to what was about to transpire, "Then again, how about we..."
Hands busy once more, this time there was no hand-slap to the cheek, Adam watching, with tongue in cheek, but had question, "Uh, should I be unbuttoning your shirt or something?"
"Do whatever you think you want!" Jakob smiled, after clearing the hurdle.
Too busy realizing and seeing for himself, another man taking his pants down, Adam suddenly moans.
"Like that, do you?" Jakob freely explores, unafraid there will be any more face-slapping, "wait till you feel my tongue on it!"
Having wanted it the other way around, Adam's tongue on his shaft, sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do.
"You're going to give `me' a blowjob?"
Niall, stripped down, lying half under the covers, observing the goings-on like a porn novel, suddenly feels the urge, "Um, what do you want me to do, Jakob?"
After having Adam step out of each pants leg, Jakob gets up and leads him around to the side of the bed. Looking down upon Niall, "I take it you know how to give a straight man a blow job?"
Unknown to Niall, Jakob was trying to make it sound like it were two different things, `gay blowjob vs. straight blowjob', when they were both the same thing!
It would have been Adam's job, every evening stopping by to turn down CK's bed, a courtesy of the hotel, but right now, with a wrench thrown into his normal detail, he just stood there and watched Jakob handle things.
Niall sprung into action, his `first straight man blowjob!'
Now the follower of the porn novel, Jakob strips to the tune of watching the gay man give the straight guy a blowjob. Even though he knew Niall's tongue and mouth, treating Adam's shaft like a straw, sucking him in, thinking about Adam as being straight gave him an extra jolt.
"Yeah, you've got it, Niall...work that straight man!"
At that point, Niall pulls off, wipes the spit from his lips with the back of his hands, asks, "Am I doing okay?"
How would Adam know? He's never had a blow job by a man...from anyone, for that matter, saying, "More than okay?"
Rolling his eyes, while flinging his briefs to the easy chair, Jakob renders, "Novices!"
Then he notices, Adam standing there at the side of the bed, briefs making his balls look bigger than life, constricted by the elastic of the underwear, "Oh, by the way, Adam...it's much easier to shed the boxer shorts, before we have a need to do it?"
"Really?" Adam wasn't sure one way or the other. Relying on Jakob's word, he slowly pushes them down.
`Oh my god!' Jakob thinks on it, watching Adam peel away his boxers from the lily-white ass.
It's not like it wasn't obvious, Adam being so `gay', saying, "Now doesn't that feel better?"
"Sure does!"
Adam and Niall laugh at each other, having said the same thing at the same time!
In Jakob's line of work, he held high standards for both the experienced and the business man starting out, which it why he often rolled eyes, "Novices!"
Jakob did crawl upon the bed, with words of encouragement, "Why don't you get comfortable with us, Adam?"
Either Adam didn't hear, or Niall was doing too good a job.
"Fine," Jakob turns out of the bed, from the unoccupied side.
Crotch cupped in one hand, barely, Jakob did it to keep from dragging his junk across Adam's leg.
He didn't deem it fair, Jakob doing all the coaxing, but he did remain long enough to jerk off to the beats of Niall and Adam getting it on.
It made him laugh, Adam asking Niall, when he lay in the bed, "Isn't this where you fall on your stomach and gobble me up?"
"Of course! I was just about to do that!" Niall replies, doing it!
Hand on his horny cock, Jakob smiled, but his mind and soul were on his pulsing balls.
"Y'know?" Adam pushes himself up on elbows, "Maybe I should experience this the other way around. What do you think?"
Almost ready to shoot, Jakob was silently cursing the novices, `really guys?'
He gives up, wondering if the bell hop is on break. Grabbing his stuff up in one hand, Jakob didn't dare leave the other hand to make him falter. He closes the bedroom door behind himself, opens it, sticks his head back in, Jakob finally realizing all hope of coming at all, in the bucket.
Meanwhile, Niall carries on, with novice attitude, "Are you saying you want to suck me, Adam?"
A bit giddy about all this, Adam light-heartedly says, "I think that's what I'm trying to say?"
"All righty then," Niall accepts it, pressing one hand in the mattress, to get to trade places.
However, Adam's hand was quick on the draw, placing it over Niall's five digits, "Oh, but can we first like, start at the beginning?"
It didn't come to Niall right off, but Adam's strong hint, meeting him halfway, almost knees to knees, closing the gap between stomachs and chest, lips meeting up, Niall soon enough got the message!
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July 3, one day away from turning 19yo, Alek was amazed, not only branching out over the last 2 years, anatomically, also grasping a more adult approach to relationship concerns. Others his age, on the resort grounds, he could still picture their habits and awakenings as those running a little or more younger than an actual age.
Alek also reckoned, if he hadn't been introduced to sex, through the restroom of a park, he might not have been all the wiser when it came to teaming up with some of the guys around here. Most he found were not interested in falling deeply in love, establishing partner friendships, but cutting through all the red tape and going right to it with the man sex.
Although, there were exceptions to his theories, like Drew and Scott. Be it, knowing the psychology of attraction without having the degree to back it up, Alek kind of had the feeling the pair would soon be inseparable.
Not the only players on the court, he had the same intuition about Johnny and Ritchie. He smiled, Alek thinking reasons why it could be a problem for Johnny, Ritchie staying `out of trouble', too damn cute for his own good! Though, he bet it would go the distance, Johnny keeping Ritchie in line.
Pete and Maynard, they might stand up to the test of time, both wired, happy-go-lucky, a couple not opposed to taking risks.
Also falling into his category of possible relationship-status were the `odd couple', it makes Alek snicker at the thought, Keb and Jack.
Another possible serious romance blossoming, Kevyn and Jeremy.
Then there was the newly-formed Nick and Oscar, thrown together by match-maker-CK!
Then, he could run right down the list, Alek placing in the category of those only out for fun; Aronold, his own cousin, Wyatt, whom seemed to be gravitating towards Iqbal, which had him wondering where the attraction was there, except for big shafts? More exoticly thinking, subjects of interest; bondage, discipline, s&m. Of the third member of this threeway tryst, Slim, he didn't think it was going to last. First off, like what happens when three becomes two, boredom can set in quite rapidly. Placing the `bored' entity into the equation, Alek figures Slim will be out and on the prowl before the week was out!
At one time he thought the conquest would focus on Aronold for Slim's style of sex-play. However, as he learnt, what Slim wanted, to be totally dominated, ropes, chains and whips part of his regiment, it didn't float with Aronold playing mean master to a wanting and willing sex-slave.
Aronold, he was more the romantic type. The only props he needed, weren't nip clamps, ball separators or floggers, but rather a dude whipping his hard shaft to left and right with his tongue. Yeah, that got Aronold going, a dude teasing him, making his mouth like a cage, trying to catch the beast. Right, Alek agrees with himself 100%, Aronold more to pinning a mate's wrists overhead while kissing or making love to his nips, rather than have cuffs and chains doing it for him.
Then, Alek shifting from quad to quad, duo of lovers, to groups of threes, fours and more, his attention is drawn to Tommy. He smiled, thinking how the chubby-muscled part of the equation seemed to stand out from the rest. Not immune to the effects of a very hairy guy, with somewhat of a gut, he could relate to the others around Tommy; Adam, Scooter, DJ.
Tommy and Adam, that was half of what he figured were four guys developing a friendship, which could very well lead to an open relationship. For instance, when Scooter and DJ arrived at the BBQ, it wasn't just a friendly, welcoming kiss Tommy gave to Scooter, but a full-fledged bear-hug, sweet kisses to the neck, cheek and finally tapping the lips. Both cubs were just the opposite build of Adam and DJ, whom hugged briefly, then hung on each others' shoulders like average buds.
Moving right along, Jaeson, whom seemed like it could be complicated, Alek hadn't a clue to what he was about or about to become. Even though a vast age between Jaeson and Sam, Alek thought it could be a perfect match, a son needing the father he never had!
Then again, it gave Alek flashbacks to his own past. Like, it gave him a sour taste in his mouth, like a mixture of piss and vinegar, thinking about the relationship between him and his own father!
Sooner than later, Alek grew bored of playing psychiatrist.
To rescue him from his own thoughts, he hears, "Hey, this seat taken?"
Ending his shrink session, Alek looks up into Ethan's eyes, standing at the back of his chair. Where this was going, he hadn't a clue, taking what came now, as now, worrying about the rest later.
Even though he knew what Ethan meant, he jokes, "Um, like, sure...pull up a chair, handsome!"
With the influx of guys, almost everyday now, with the addition of construction crew, BBQ for their benefit, first day on the job, so went the empty seats.
"Um, I could very well do that," Ethan replies, "if you pick your plate up out of your crotch, I'm sure I can generate more heat than the BBQ'd chicken?"
Okay, so Alek could not deny, having his plate on his lap did stimulate something. Though, not sure where he was headed with Ethan, ten years older than himself...he only had a second to respond...
"Or, I could very well go find another cock to sit on?"
"No, no," Alek removes his plate, "wouldn't want you to wet your pants in public, Eeth!"
Truthfully, if Ethan had chosen to sit on Alek's lap, the arms would corral his butt in so, sitting sideways, arms and legs would hang over the cliffs. With his back to Alek, okay things could get hot. Same effect with sitting with his chest to Alek. Though, it could be tricky trying to work his legs through the sides of the chair. Worst case scenario, which would not be the worst if they were in private, cocks rubbing together...
"Here," Alek returns with a chair, bartered off of Slim, for a blowjob which might or might not ever come to be, "I bummed this off of Slim. Sit."
All the anxiety of how to use Alek's lap for a bench, Ethan voices opinion, "You're such a killjoy!"
"I know," Alek knew, "I really know how to kill an erection, dah?"
It seemed to Ethan, out of the place for Alek to mimic a guy his age. Ten years older, hanging with guys his own age, he never picked up on the teen lingo of nowadays, but for certain, it seemed the same for Alek, which made him ask, "So, what have you been doing for the past few years, except...you know?"
This was not a question which stumped Alek. He had thought about it plenty, on how to approach the subject of how he filled the summer and other seasons of life for the last 2 years of high school. So, it wasn't a tough question, "Football in the park, uh... football in the park and... football in the park?"
Providing the info with mundane response, it didn't sound like the activity drew exhilaration from Alek, Ethan asking, "Okay...so, let me just ask, what is it you like about football so much?"
Knowing Ethan was playing him here, because they already put behind them the facts surrounding why Alek liked playing football in the park, "When I had to take a piss?"
Sitting chair to chair, with the crowd, to the left of Alek's chair, Ethan's chair arm fit right up and under, making it 1 platform to fit 2 arms. Both left-handed, it worked out, holding plates with the righthand. Could be risky business, if either dropped a bite off the fork and where it would land. Ethan, he knew for a fact he had quick responses and if a bit of potato salad should fall off the tine of his fork, "Uh, I'd hate to have an accident I'd regret!"
Wondering what that was about, nevertheless, Alek copies Ethan, placing his plate over his zipper.
Now, Alek had filled Ethan in on what went on when he had to take a leak, but much like the sketch pad leaving some detail out, "Be careful there. You know, even though the fork is plastic, it can cut right through styrofoam?"
First Ethan roared with laughter, Alek giggling at his own, what was a natural reaction, setting himself up for a joke.
Though, Ethan had a little more of a jolt, thinking his mushy meat turning into a hard stick and then behaving like a boiling geyser, "Uh, yeah, I agree," he removes his plate form his lap, "there could be more harm than pleasure, there!"
Could have gone on, or perhaps the issue going dead, neither would know for certain, a little birdie whispering in Alek's ear, "Hey, Johnson, what's up?"
Dropping his head back, like Alek's neck just broke, he utters, "Hunter?" like he had seen him for the first time.
However, it wasn't only Hunter's cute face, but another with him.
Already having a connection, it's Ethan who says, "What have you been up to, Cain?"
Pressing glasses up on the bridge of his nose, Cain replies, "Nuttin'. Just hangin' with Hunter."
Strangely, Alek had thought Glenn was with Hunter. Though, like himself, with no strings attached at the moment, he says to them, walking around so they are in front and not crotches facing their rears, "You guys look good together."
In Ethan's estimation, his cousin did look good with Hunter. Same ages, he guessed, even though either could be a year older than the other, "I agree."
Though, on the surface, this was a false assumption, Ethan knowing of Cain's life in his teenaged years.
First thing to come to mind, Ethan wondered if Chico had reached Cain's house. He hadn't reported back, finding Cain's house-sitter, Steve, whom he left tied eagle-spread to the kitchen island, left him audibly thinking, "Hmm?"
The others didn't pick up on it, Alek, Hunter and Cain in on a threeway conversation.
Then it came to him, reflecting on how Cain got to be so good at Japanese rope bondage and dabbling in s&m. He smiled, not because he approved of Cain's hobby, but because he was such a damn clever teen, conning him into doing such a thing.
A person would need to have past facts to see why Cain behaved as he did. Most of his pre-teen life he had been bullied. It was only when he reached the 10th grade, did he blossom into a handsome, blond bombshell, complete with what every guy - or girl - wished for themselves, a hefty anatomy.
By then, it was too late. Into self-absorbed activity, Cain was interested in art, music, solo sports, things he didn't need a buddy around to keep him occupied. Having to practice was a good way to keep the girls at bay.
At the time, even though Ethan was a smart guy in college, he hadn't a clue to how to handle Cain's situation.
Going back over those three or four years ago, it comes to mind the first time he's ever known Cain to trust anyone, sitting him down and telling Ethan his secret.
It had evolved out of elementary and junior high school, being tormented with words and physical abuse, Cain being told he was a fat, ugly kid. Instead of learning to like, he learned to hate. With not much support from home, Cain didn't bother running home and complaining. Instead, he looked for other outlets.
One of the stranger things, neither Ethan nor Cain could tell or realize, Carson, the older sibling, 2 years older than Cain, was gay. Well, it didn't come out until Carson was in college. If they had known, Cain possibly could have had an ally for his homosexual feelings and become bro-brothers.
If didn't work that way and Cain spent many hours in his room, own little world, where he used the internet to outsource information.
Once, in the latter years of grade school, the history teacher had the class make dioramas. It fascinated Cain, setting in a shoebox people and their surroundings. Together, with intelligence and his art skills, he created a superb scene of how American indians treated the first settlers, with barbaric realism. It suddenly felt great to have a Native American as a blood brother!
To the history teacher and his classmates, it was an authentic, historic adaptation, though quite horrifying!
For Cain, the historic figure, stripped down to his waist, strung up on a scaffold, spreading him like an eagle, was the boy who kept teasing him about being ugly. On a spit, roasting over a fire, it was the coach who taunted him for being overweight. Another, kneeling, arms tethered to a pole, the figure getting kicked balls stepped on, Cain pictured the occasional crotch shot in the boy's locker room. He wasn't sure how to depict being victim to pliers in the wood shop, nips left red and swollen. Well, not the diorama he made for the school project.
Into it, it became both a psychological get even tactic, but also something of a sexual nature. It turned Cain on so, he made dioramas at home. One of his favorite scenes had two victims he created, using cutouts of computer-engineered male figurines, hanging face to face from a single hook, and as the mind commanded, squirming because their cock and balls touched. It usually led to Cain lying down on his bed, turning into a hands-on activity. One stroking himself, the other teasing his small, perky nip. He doesn't know why, but Cain loved the idea of that boy applying pliers to a nip, his own finger and thumb squeezing himself, tormenting...until his warm, white goo shot out higher than Kilauea.
Quite by accident, Ethan's visit with Cain, while the `rents were in Europe and no house-sitter available, he happened on Cain's favorite past time.
It was Cain's `fault', rather the means used to draw Ethan into his web.
Cain idolized Ethan. To him, Ethan was the most gorgeous, sexiest man on the planet. He had a good sense of humor, was as trustworthy as hell. Confiding in Ethan, Cain knew it would not come back to him from anyone else. Other than his parents, there wasn't anyone else in his life but Ethan, other than Carson. However, thinking about it one day, entering his senior year of high school, Cain realized Ethan being more of a brother than the brother he had!
Ethan, from seeing Cain around the resort, at the pool, shirtless, knew his cousin had given up on tormenting his nips. He knew from both word of mouth and live demonstration, his cousin liked the feel of nip stimulation. The first time Cain showed him, Ethan called him a `sicko', which drew a reaction from Cain that could make them enemies for life. However, Ethan backed down, seeing what kind of reaction it gave Cain. It was also the first time Ethan tasted another man's semen. Of course, Ethan condemned himself for saying to Cain he'd do anything to make up for it!
It probably was not the first time in the history of the world, kissing cousins became more than a brotherly friendship, and then some.
A very trustworthy bond between a teen and his 28-year old cousin, Ethan would allow Cain try out his Japanese bondage skills on him, complete with a little depravation torture, which led to Ethan screaming with such delight when Cain's hand released his cousin's cock and balls from gooey bondage!
To this day, neither told anyone else of their year of strange friendship and more.
It wasn't all ropes and tying boot laces around balls, the two experiencing knowledge Ethan held. Deemed as an education all gay men should have, Ethan was the proponent of Cain's romanticizing...how to sweetly coax a man in the art of making love, without force or coercion using toys.
Looking back on it now, at how well Hunter and Cain were getting along, it's the part of his memory bank Ethan reflects on, those times when he play the bottom half of the equation devoted to sucking, lapping, sweet-lip touching, bringing him and his cousin into sexual euphoria. Though, knowing Hunter new to the scene, wondered if the pair had made it that far.
"Got room for me here?"
Now, there was something Ethan had left out of the equation, Glenn, wondering how and in what way he fit into things.
Though, Ethan couldn't deny it to himself, while tied with red rope to the bed, fun, thinking `what if' his older cousin, Carson, came home from college one day and walked in the door to find him tied to the bed, Cain holding both hard shafts stroking them up, like what would be Carson's reaction to that? Nice thoughts bring on nice feelings!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
`ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.