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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 06 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Alek@18yo
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At first, Alek thought it some kind of angle, regarding the jeep salesman, Aronold, taking the trio out to supper. Alek thought it would be such a waste, a good looking dude, nice build, built in sense of humor and all the `trimmings' kinda wasteful, to turn out other than what the picture of a friend should or could become...
Supper,' all three thought would be at some off the roadside greasy spoon' joint. However, they were quite taken aback in their thoughts...passing through a neighborhood, sparsely populated with housing, they knew they `weren't in Kansas anymore!'
"A little supper, Arne?" Alek questions the facade of what appears to be a Spanish hacienda, magnified a few times.
Even though Alek had been to places like this, the style and grandeur of the `supper' club blew him away.
Johnny, getting out of the jeep, stood there with eyes wide open, gawking, "Like, wow!" With feet planted on the ground, Johnny wasn't sure if he was dreaming. Though, a hand on top of the yellow jeep presently became a touch with reality, until he realizes he's not alone in the dream, "This is a restaurant?"
Smiling, it would seem Aronold did have a scam up his sleeve, saying, "Supper, maybe more!"
Then, from behind his back, Johnny hears, "Hey, what's up?"
Aronold looks at the dude with one eye cocked. He had a hunch, went on it, "You're new here, aren't you?"
Even though Aronold didn't seem like the only one more interested in the formerly attired worker at the hacienda, decked out in a pure white shirt, black slacks, dress shoes, coiffed hair, neatly kept face-fur, Alek sure was attuned, "Hey, I'm Alek," and because Johnny was standing there, gawking, "and this is my pal, Johnny."
Walking around the jeep, hurriedly, lest he miss the chance, Aronold extends a hand, already feeling comfortable with Alek's calling, "Arne here."
Finally a chance to squeeze in his own vitals, the dude says, "Me too, here, um, new...I'm Drew. Drew Wentworth."
Alek kind of had a feeling, like, same way he felt, laying his eyes upon Arne, handsome face and smiley and all, hitting him like a ton of bricks, `yeah, gay!'
In deep thought, `Wanna play my game?', Arne finally detaches hands, adding a cordial, "Nice to meet you." Taking the jeep keys, they hang on the hook of a finger, "Mind parking this?"
"New jeep?" Drew looks around, apparently checking out the other guys who were along for the ride.
"Mine," Alek replies. Then, meaning to break off Arne's visual infatuation, steals the keys in a clasp of a hand, "Would you mind parking it for me, Drew?"
"Of course," Drew replies, "that's why I'm here!"
Though, Arne and Alek felt a little slighted, Johnny the recipient of Drew's last gleaming smile.
In his own little world, Johnny hoped Drew would be bringing Alek's jeep back, on the return trip. Maybe he was stoopid in some gay' respects, but handsome' was handsome and in Johnny's mind, a good-lookin' dude could get his balls wound up just as much as peering at guys in the gym shower.
Adding to Alek and Arne's humiliation, they take notice, `Johnny' getting all of Drew's attention.
Arne leans to Alek's ear, "Well, I suppose we better move on," turning towards Slim, "ready Slim?"
"Wow, this is some place!" Slim, hands on hips, faces the elegant, Spanish-style architecture.
Back at the jeep dealer, it didn't take long before a friendly customer-salesman meeting and greeting became a hands on sales pitch.
Rather than Slim's attention on him, he calls out, "Uh, I don't mean to upset your apple cart, Arne, but that supper you're treating us to?"
Possibly, in Slim's mind, it wasn't hunger pains, but seeing a situation unraveling, Johnny striking up a conversation with Drew, Arne a third wheel, keeping things off balance.
"Yeah, I sense the same thing," Alek is right there, on cue with how Slim picked up on the vibes, but wasn't saying.
"Hmm," Slim gets sexy, glancing down, "anything else I should be aware of?"
Joining them on the veranda of the hacienda, Arne met the two, walking the last 4 feet to the front door.
Alek couldn't help think, regarding earlier, when he first entered the Jeep dealership, a few hours back.
After finding out which way the other swung, Arne dimmed the blinds in his office, with words of warning, "Sorry, but I wish I could say this will influence the price on the vehicle you're interested in?"
Faster on the gun than Arne, Alek is right behind him on the last blind `tilt', "Does it look like I'm hard up for a buck?"
"Hmm," Arne thought on the choice of words, feeling a set of hands working up under his suit jacket, "are you sure about that? Seems like I felt something back there!"
Back there in the office, things escalated to mere kissing, without all the other sexual frills, but now, whereas Alek and Arne were getting to know each other, no one would ever guess they had not been together for years. Then again, it would put Alek at an illegal age for Arne, for something more than mere friendship.
Walking the long hall of the hacienda, route to the dining room, Johnny lagged behind, turning back to the front door 3 or 4 times, until the right turn wiped out his view.
With last glimpses of the yellow hornet, Arne says, "So, after you have the keys in your hands, what next?"
Back in Arne's office, Alek loosening the salesman's tie, opening wide his shirt, feeling up hairy chest, kissing, it was not the opportune time to talk `making history'.
Now, in a more populated area, Alek could not afford an erection in public, "Next?" they paced, "Next, I have to think about getting myself together and heading off to college."
"Taking summer courses?"
"No, but with the `rents doing their own thing this summer, I thought I would get serious and settled in, familiarize myself with the territory?" Alek explains.
"And where would this new venture on the horizon be taking place?"
"Rootpeter University. Ever hear of it?"
Purpose for asking, Arne doesn't disappoint, "Nope. Can't say that I have."
"It's in New Jersey," he giggles, "but I guess I need to get used to calling it `Jersey', if I'm going to be living there!"
While Alek was giggling his ass off, Arne's heart was giving him palpitations, "So, you're going cross country?"
Alek could sense, Arne happy, but sad, "Don't worry. I'll send you texts and emails every day, unless," Alek had a last minute risky notion.
"Unless?" Arne bit a lip.
Shrugging his shoulders, Alek tries talking sense, "I hear there's tons of jeep dealers in New...in Jersey?"
In reality, what he had done with Alek in his office, back at the dealership, wasn't the first time. The second time fatboy', who happened to be the dealer's nephew, ran back to his uncle to report Arne's shenanigans and ranting to his uncle that he should fire the faggot', Arne got off with a third and final warning. Factually, this third time, `fatboy' causing the pair not to get past kissing, Arne knew he was walking on broken glass, even though the owner was gay. There was a limit even for him, being tolerated in such a way.
"How about I let you know in a few days?"
Alek wasn't getting it, but went with it, "Are you for real?"
Then, because the opportunity had presented itself, Arne told it like a porn novel, how he got caught twice with his pants down, "Twice I got reprimanded. Like they say, three strikes you're out', well, fatboy' walking in on us today, not sure, but I might be out...on my ass, with no place to go?"
Alek had his own opinions, "You're too good for that place anyway, Arne."
It made Arne smile.
"It's not like I haven't thought about ditching the dealer and making a career change. Thing is, if I do decide to move to `Jersey', where on earth would I stay?" he bit a lip.
Knowing this a loaded question, Alek replies, "Well, I intend on living off campus. The house I rent is bound to have a garage?" he offers!
"You mean, one of those apartments above a garage?"
"No," Alek acts innocent, "just a garage. You know, smelly oily rags, lying down in a bed of grease..."
"Hmm, might be nice having grease handy, right there in the bed!"
He couldn't keep up with Arne, Alek folding in, "Right, but I hope you're not too busy for me to park my jeep!"
It went one last lap, "Putting the squeeze on me, Alek?!"
Alek smiles, thinking, not about lying in a bed, but rather greased up, his hard shaft in Arne's ditch!
They probably could have gone on, but by chance it might have provided the drive to get Alek hard, while wanting to keep things cool.
"Hey," he approaches the two, "I hope you don't mind, Alek, but I gave Drew your cell number?" Johnny butts in, between Alek and his thoughts.
Glancing towards the outer hallway, back at the room, Alek motions with his hands, "How...when did you..."
Arne is key, "You've got to start paying attention, Alek?"
"Well, what do you want me to do if Drew calls and you're `not home,' Johnny?"
Arne jumps in, "Take my advice, Johnny, if you don't want to lose a friend, get your own cell phone!"
However, Johnny wasn't getting Arne's wink, "What's that about?" he asks Alek.
To avoid rumbles in his stomach getting bigger, Alek forgoes a lengthy explanation, "Sure, it's okay you gave Drew my number. I'll let you know if he calls."
Alek and Johnny hanging back, while Arne talked with the Maitre'd, Johnny squabbles, "What if he doesn't call?"
Wanting to explain what was on his mind, Alek was too fond of Johnny to tell the truth, "I'll ask what's on his mind and then get back to you. In the mean time, I think we should see about getting you your own cell."
Meekly, Johnny states, "I can't afford one."
"Okay, so I buy you one and when you can afford it, you pay me back. Simple?"
"I suppose I can do that, but what happens if I don't get a job right away?"
He was a worry-wart, in Alek's opinion, but something about Johnny, he liked very much and it was beyond being handsome and having a big dick in his pants!
Finally, they are shown to a table. Situated, Slim and Johnny across from each other, four-square, Arne and Alek rounding out the other sides, they are approached by the waiter, four water glasses on a tray.
"Good evening and welcome to Hacienda Castenada. I am Manuel and I will be your servant for the evening. Cocktails?"
Standing at a corner of the table, Alek couldn't help but look, at the mention of cocktails', what was below the belt!'
"Water, with a twist of lime," Slim orders up.
Staring across from him, Johnny says, "I never had a twist of lime. Is it good?"
"The best!" Slim replies.
"I'll put a hold on that for now," Arne says. "Need to go wash up first," he excuses himself from the table.
Having been there, `done that,' Arne knew where the mens room was located.
"Uh, me too," Alek excuses himself as well.
Waiter staring at Johnny, not knowing he was being silently checked out, goes with, "That'll be water and a twist of lime for me too."
Disappearing to place the order, Slim says of the waiter, "Manuel was checking you out like a candy cane on a Christmas tree!"
"Huh?" Not playing himself up, Johnny says, "Like, what is there to check out?"
Slim, a 26-year old, with more than a high school education, renders, leaning in, chest falling over the table, "You underestimate yourself, Johnny," leaves it at a smile.
Exhaling, not the most important thing in the world, Johnny deeply snorts out a trail of air, "Whatever."
That was nice,' Slim thought, for a change, a guy not into himself!'
Collecting their thoughts, who should walk in, Johnny announcing, "Hey, it's Deric!"
Spontaneously launched out of his chair, Johnny makes a beeline for his friend, close enough to be brothers, "How did you find me?"
Like, Deric was just there for Johnny, "We got bored at the hotel."
Checking out the other half of the we', Slim left the table to address the neglected. Right off, Slim sees in the v' of Adam's shirt, lying on a bed of dirty blond fur, fingers it, "Mmm, wish I was wearing one of these, too!"
After he and Deric, taken to a room by the desk clerk at the hotel, Adam had thought things would go, Brick and Deric using and abusing him, which would do more than give him a hefty erection. It wound up, Deric true to what Adam thought, but Brick totally different than what was expected. Deric, he didn't give a shit, sharing Brick with Adam, cock down Brick's throat, Adam claiming his ass.
Bearing down on these thoughts, Adam pushes his dark brown frames up on the bridge of his nose, "If I had the key to the lock, I'd take it off, chain your neck and claim you right now!" Though, looking over Slim's shoulder, seeing Johnny, "That is, if you're not owned already?"
"Um, we haven't progressed that far," Slim replies, salivating because he wanted Adam so, so much!
Manuel bringing the lime-treated water, interrupts, "Let me know if there is enough lime. I went easy on it, because many don't have the taste for sour things." All the while, he focuses on the other two, "Should I arrange for a bigger table?"
All Slim could think of is, `Master Adam!'
"Can I taste it while you're standing there?"
It wasn't what Manuel planned, "Uh, sure. Sip away."
Johnny sipped, remarking, "Tastes like water."
"No lime?" Manuel was puzzled.
Slim, did take time out from Johnny, to check out Manuel.
"Are you sure you put some lime in it?"
Reaching for the glass, Manuel says, "Now you have me wondering. Let me refresh that for you."
To look at Johnny, the beautiful features, pure white skin, dirty blond hair, edges highlighted by the vanilla sheen, cute smile, it was guys like him, which could make a guy hard just by `shopping'.
Slim misses the cue to take back his drink, "Uh, whatever Johnny says, is good enough for me." Slim wondered if Manuel, if he was zoning in on the same thing, notices the cramped up crotch.
"How about you test your water out, while I order up Johnny a new one?"
"Fine," Slim smiled.
"I'll go get the water," Manuel is half-mesmerized, trying not to, but doing it, checking out Deric.
With deep thinking, or thinking he could go deep, Deric says, "Need some help with that?"
Deric hurried along, even though Manuel said it was his job!
"What's that for?" Johnny notices.
"What's what for?"
"Your smile," Adam, since he still wore the chain necklace' and small lock, spoke freely and friendly. He knew how the bdsm' stuff went, but right now wasn't into it.
"Oh, am I?" Slim replies, wiping the smirk off his face, physically with the white, linen napkin. "So, what are you up to, Adam?" he tries to stir up conversation, and away from reasons for making him feel jolly.
Keen on pursuit, Johnny says, "You were going to tell me why you're smiling."
"Oh yeah, I was, wasn't I?" Slim didn't want to mention Manuel's bulge, so alluded to, "I'm smiling because I'm glad I met Adam," smiles some more, realizing, "and you, today, Johnny."
"Wow. First you were checking me out and now you're glad you met me. What's next? Do we become boyfriends?"
Sad, a person doesn't know all the ins and outs. Looking on the bright side, Slim took it upon himself to tutor, "Not exactly. You see, it takes a lot more than words to turn two ordinary guys into liking each other so much, they want to be boyfriends. Get what I'm saying?"
Johnny unloads, "I never had a boyfriend."
Breaking protocol, since he was a free man at the moment, Adam opinions, "No that's a damn shame!"
Continuing, Johnny says, "I nearly didn't have any friends. I definitely didn't have any friends after I came out."
"Tell me about that," Slim was sincerely interested.
Adam couldn't deny he was interested in Johnny's story, or maybe an excuse to stare without constituting `checking out!'
Unsure whether he wanted to unload history of his last year of high school on an `almost strangers,' Johnny introduces himself, "I never graduated from high school."
Not sure he heard Johnny mention it, his age, Slim went on looks alone, "Well, let me see, you're not more than seventeen, have I got that right?"
"Turned eighteen last month."
Counting on his fingers, Slim figures out Johnny turned 18 in March, left with, "You had roughly 3 months to graduate?"
"Couldn't stick it out?" Adam asks.
With gross misinterpretation, Johnny jumps out of his seat, "I knew you wouldn't understand!"
Slim follows, reaching across the table, placing a hand on Johnny's shoulder, "Hold on, cowboy. I..."
Adam then speaks from experience, "Be cool. I know the feeling. Trust me, I don't blame you a bit, Johnny."
Attention diverted, they look down at the table, Slim's water running all over it, like a tsunami!
Put on hold, the two rush to sop it up.
Slim, not reacting, asks, "Did I do that?"
It brought back memories for Adam, when he first became a slave, having to lie in a tub, naked, for the sheer pleasure of a bunch of guys pissing on him. He didn't want to do it, but was coerced by one of the dudes reaching down and twisting a nip, which was equated to the pain it felt, as if someone was jabbing him with a pin.
"Oh my god, what happened here?" Manuel sets the small tray of 4 water glasses down, grabs the towel, meant to hold hot dishes and begins helping them absorb the situation.
"It's my fault," Johnny confesses.
"Don't listen to him," Slim takes the rap.
It was apparent, Johnny not noticing, Manuel, on one knee, soaking his towel, water off the floor, peers over the table top, "Looks like more water wound up on you!"
Smiling, Deric acts without sympathy, studying Manuel's ass!
Having a tee shirt on, Johnny pulls it up to look, exposing his navel and thin, defined happy trail, "Oh no!"
Again Slim smiles, looking upon blond hair turning a darker shade, trail leading somewhere, "Betcha the pants are wet too?"
"Lucky for you," Manuel says to Slim, eyeing up what was hidden under the table, until surprise forced the cab driver out of his seat.
"Uh, yeah," Slim says, sitting. Blaming himself once more, taking the responsibility for Johnny looking like he wet his pants and more, "good thing for me the knocked over glass was headed for Johnny." Then, thinking how he perceived, Johnny's sensitivity, "But don't get me wrong, Johnny. I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident."
All Adam could do was gulp, thinking of first week of ownership, talking back, which, not meaning to do something out of sheer ignorance, landed a strap to his back, regardless.
Getting the impression Slim and Johnny were more than friends, Manuel says, "This once happened to another couple. There's a solution to all this?"
`Couple?' Slim thought it over with briefness, "Johnny and me?" he fans a hand back and forth across the table, "We're not a couple."
Like it was a hint, to what Manuel was talking about, Johnny says, "Oh, we're not boyfriends," he comes across, like pleading with jurors, on trial.
"Really?" Manuel was wearing the smile now.
`Really?' Adam thought, smiling, thinking.
After disputing it, Slim acts like Manuel is cutting in on his territory, "That's not to say we're not good friends?"
Seeing things as they were, Johnny remarks, Slim's signature smile attached, "Why? You want to be my boyfriend?"
Manuel's head was switching left to right, back again, "Uh..."
Johnny well knew the sign language, had been there, done that, glancing around to see if anyone noticed someone else's inference were true, as if parading down main street USA, with a bright rainbow flag in his hand. Placing his hand over the wet towel, glued to the table by Manuel's hand, he says, "I'm sorry. Honest, I didn't mean to put you on the spot?"
Older, wiser, ripe old age of 26, Slim says, "Of course Johnny didn't and if you're concerned about anything, Johnny and me are here for your support!"
Meaning it out of context, Deric says, "I've got your back, Manuel!"
With two faces of smiles staring at him, like shades not supporting the glare of the sun, Manuel squints, "Really?"
"Sure we are," Johnny says sincerely, though does withdraw his hand, thinking it a symbol of hand-holding,' which would make it look worse for Manuel, if he was hiding something!'
Right around now, their other 2 comrades show up, Alek noticing Slim's hand on Manuel's five digits, "Hey, Slim, you two wanna get a room?"
He laughs, Aronold following, but Johnny remaining straight-faced, as Slim slips his hand to the tabletop, "You're so rude, Alek."
`Rude,' most likely, Adam thinks, but wouldn't mind being in a room with any of them, though Slim has managed to catch him in a bind of solidarity!
The Hacienda Castenada was an elegant eatery, but to haul in the bucks, squeezing as many patrons in as possible was key to staying open. So, conversations could carry. Indeed, not everyone in the restaurant portion of the building were thrilled about the `gay' references.
An older gentleman, goaded on by his domineering wife, approaches their table, "Listen, I don't really care what your beliefs are, but my wife," he nods towards his table, "she's a bit sensitive. Would mind keeping things, `quiet'?"
All four really put her on the spot, Alek really honing in, "Oh, you mean that old, fat, ugly bitch over there?"
Meant as a statement, about how he could be, Slim leans into Adam's ear, "Alek's real hot, when he gets mean like that, huh?"
Of course Adam got it, but there's more than one way he was thinking of `owning' Slim!
Said loud enough, it brought the Maitre'd over to their table, "Manuel, what's going on here?"
Not which anyone but themselves would know, Manuel and Kenneth, the head waiter of waiters, hadn't gotten along since Manuel was hired. An effort to keep his job, gather a wage, sustain, Manuel clearly kept his gay sexuality to himself, an effort to please the bigot Kenneth could be. Suddenly, feeling more of a connection to the four patrons in front of him, "Why don't you mind your own business, Kenny?"
No one called Kenneth, Kenny', Kenneth hating the short form of his name. However, seeing this as direct innocence, "Business?" Kenneth steps in between Manuel and the table, shielding the waiter from the situation, "In case you haven't noticed, Manny', anything which goes on with Hacienda Castenada," he pounds a finger into Manuel's chest, trying to make a point, "being it is owned by my family, may I remind you..."
Alek, who felt responsible, standing behind Johnny, steps forward, "Look..."
Kenneth's finger, still poked into Manuel's left pec, sits at a standstill, gazing to his right.
Before Alek decided to stand up for Manuel, there was quite a commotion. Now, silence prevailed, Alek saying, "Apparently there's been some sort of mistake and..."
It had been one of the reasons Aronold tilted the blinds, back at the Jeep dealership, Alek, able to change like a chameleon when the situation called for it. One minute, Alek could be sweet, charming, accommodating, but the next minute, acting like an angered son-of-a-bitch...
Thinking he recognized some former clients, Aronold vents the collar of his dress shirt.
Ready to apologize to Manuel, for the waiter's sake, Alek is confronted by Kenneth, within spitting distance to his face, "I suppose you're one of those gay freaks too?"
If any of them, other than Johnny, scanning the horizon, could see, patrons neck and neck with the score of who would be the victors in this squabble, notices a particular young man keeping tally. Finally, at the end of his mental rope, the singled out man steps up to the plate.
A hand to Alek's chest, at the mention of the words, `gay freaks', says a simple, "Pardon me a minute, if I may?"
Slim's smile, from the serious demeanor on his face, reappears, looking upon Kenneth, starting to buckle, crumble, trip over his words, confronted by a powerhouse of might, reflected off the dude stepping forward.
Adam, again he reflects on how he was once in charge of himself, only to be misguided, fallen into the racket of servitude, made to do what others wanted him to do, mentally and physically humiliated.
Catching on, Alek looks to Slim, back at the guy who stepped in.
Family business or not, Kenneth did have his pride, "This doesn't concern you. Return to your seat."
Tall, about 6'2 or so, in Alek's estimate, the dude says, "You're scared shit that I'm some homie from the hood and I'm gonna kick your balls in? Got something against that too, do ya? Go ahead, tell me I'm a gay freak too!"
"Look," Kenneth in deed was backing down, "my family doesn't want any trouble here..."
"Family?" The black dude laughs his ass off, "Like, I only see you! What the hell, call'em in here. Me and my gay bro will take them on too!"
Alek was impressed. So much, he hangs a hand on the muscle-dude's shoulder, "I like where you're coming from, but you ever hear of `a reaction causing an opposite and equal reaction'?"
"Maybe," the dude was genuinely curious to what was coming next, "What's your point?"
Standing there, feeling like a coward, Aronold jumps in ahead of Alek, "Let me show you some hardcore salesmanship."
Picking up Johnny's water, Aronold empties it, by tossing the contents at Kenneth.
"What tha?" he says, feeling his wet face, hands gliding down his suit, shirt, as if ironing out his necktie. On the side, Kenneth could not deny, hands planing over his tiny nips gave off a nice tweaking effect!
Lifting a spoon, Aronold ting-ting-tings the glass, which goes clunk-clunk-clunk, "I was under the impression this was crystal."
Alek says, "Um, like unless you're selling something from the shopping network, Arne?"
"Oh yeah," he gets back on track, "may I have your attention please?" he yells out.
He needn't had done that. Their table had all of the attention, regardless.
"I've been coming here for years, have enjoyed the food, wine and service at the hacienda. However, it has come to my attention, Kenneth, on behalf of his family, owners of the Hacienda Castaneda, are not pro-gay-friendly. Therefore, my friends and I are leaving."
"You go ahead," their knight in shining armor tells them. "I'm gonna teach this boy a lesson!"
Johnny was taking all this in and was surprised when Alek steps up behind the tough guy, grabs both arms, holding him back, "Oh my, Alek!" Seeing many tough guys on the road, Johnny had avoided them, until he met up with Deric, who could be just as tough.
"He's not worth it, my friend," Alek says in the dude's ear. Really, he wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but he did happen to believe in miracles.
Thinking on Alek's words, the dude confides, "Of course. You're right." Then, to Kenneth, "You can thank him," he casts a thumb over his shoulder, at Alek, "for me not rendering your balls useless!"
By now, Kenneth had put one of the waiters in front of him, used as a shield.
The `little man', apparently not more than 5'8 or so, tall, ducks out, under Kenneth's arm, "I'm outta here!"
However, attention was quickly diverted by patrons taking Aronold up on his salesmanship, getting up and leaving. Many stopped to thank not only Aronold, but the others for standing up for what was right.
Johnny, whom just sat there, got a couple of remarks, just for being cute!
Of course, Alek wasn't about to let someone get away without finding out their name.
"Oh, my name, it's Keb Morgan. I was supposed to meet a friend, but he called and said he couldn't make it." More jolly, "It's the reason I was paying attention to what you were going through."
Alek has other thoughts, "Is that the only reason?"
"In truth?" Keb says sheepishly, "I was checking out the blond!"
Slim says, dropping arms to his sides, hands making a clap against the thighs, "Johnny does it again!"
"I didn't do anything," Johnny defends himself.
Following more of the conversation, rather than dwell on past history, especially since Adam thought his opinion mattered, "Oh yes you did!"
Another mystery, Johnny turns to Adam with squinted eyes, like `what's that about?'
Keb walks over to Johnny, "Yeah, that's the thing, baby, you don't have to do anything, but just stand there," he laughs.
Not certain, what that's about, Johnny moves closer to Slim.
Out on the veranda, the yellow hornet shows up, Drew behind the wheel.
"I don't get what he meant, Slim," Johnny asks the 26-year old taxi driver, on the side.
"When we're not all together, I'll clue you in," though, Slim well knew, if it wasn't in the presence of the others, it would mean when they are alone. It made him think, being alone with Johnny, causing a good, good feeling inside.
"Hop in," though Drew wasn't sure where they all were going to fit.
Manuel wasn't far behind the crowd, shouting, "Hey, Drew, did you get canned too?"
"Yeah," Drew draws the crowd's attention, "would you believe, the tiny scratch I put on that dude's bumper last week, Kenneth is making a federal issue out of it?"
If Kenneth was sly enough, he should have waited, before firing the only valet on duty. Drew concludes, how Kenneth is screwing himself over, which brings on a wall of laughter.
Seemingly, always the scapegoat for Kenneth's foul-ups, there on the veranda step sat Gil.
"What's up with him?" Drew asks Manuel.
"I dunno," Manuel replies.
"Um, ask him, dah?"
Shy, a little more than he should be, not an ugly duckling among men, Gil decides to look up, with approaching footsteps in the gravel.
"Uh," Manuel scratches the back of his head, out of nervousness, plus not having the words readily, "why aren't you inside, Gil?"
"Waiting for my friend to get off from work, so he can pick me up. Kenny, I kind of got tired of him using me all the time," Gil unloads.
In saying it, Manuel knew, taking the news back to the open driver's window, "Gil, he quit."
"Without thinking about it?"
Gil was there before Manuel and Drew became employed at the hacienda. Both were indebted to him for not only showing them how everything operated, but for the heads up over not pissing Kenneth off.
"Never mind that, Drew. What are we going to do about him?" Manuel was concerned.
Coming up with something, Drew says, "Maybe Kenneth will take him back, if he apologizes?"
Knowing the score, of what that would mean, Miguel says, "Why don't `you' go and apologize to Kenneth and get your job back?"
The gang, they were all on edge, the whole seemingly waiting on Drew's decisiveness, "You know that ain't gonna happen, Man!"
"So, what are you guys going to do now?" Aronold, hanging on the side of the hood, confronts them with.
Frankly, Drew says, "I dunno. Oh," he suddenly realizes he and Manuel aren't the only ones there, plus sitting behind the wheel of Alek's jeep, "I guess you want your wheels back?"
Aronold had thought about it, but being `words' he and Alek shared in the mens room, perhaps a flickering of flame could turn into a bonfire, "Nah, stay put, Drew. I'll hop in the back." Starting out, to walk around the open passenger door, he asks, "By the way, your driving record, it's good?"
Drew snaps the door shut, tip of his foot under the edge, saying, "Of course!"
Standing there, like Drew `forgot', "About Gil?"
Turning around in his seat, in order to converse with `the boss', Drew could feel the rub of his cock against the stick shift, but it wasn't the time to spring an erection, "Um, you wouldn't happen to have room for one more, back there?"
Deric, he already claimed the front, passenger side. In hotter climates it was more likely to see shirtless dudes at the side of the road!
Aronold jumping in, sideways, butt against butt, Alek remarks, "Uh, ya think maybe I should trade up to a bus, Arne?"
"Nah," Aronold replies, changing things up, sitting on Alek's lap, barely able to close the door.
"Sure," Alek replies, thought not sure!
First spark to their conversation, in the mens room at the hacienda, was about cock size, each looking over the small dividers at the urinals.
Dramatically, Aronold said he bet Alek could pack a wallop with `that monster'.
In return, Alek instructed with, only one way a person could tell for sure!
Therefore, Aronold sitting on Alek's lap, left it wide open, "Ready to find out how I can pack a wallop, Arne?"
"Not in front of the kiddies!"
Just the feel of a guy's ass, sitting over the crotch, gave Alek some spasms, though he tried using mental thought to keep his `monster' from ripping through the front of his jeans.
Sitting there, Aronold finally says, "Well, you going to turn it over, Drew?"
"Right now I don't know what the hell I'm doing!"
They all hear Miguel's muted voice, packed away somewhere in the back, "Didn't I tell you not to worry, that we'll find something, Drew?"
"I know, but..."
Alek gets in the picture, "Just drive, Drew?"
What he was going to do, to earn college bucks, Drew, suddenly allows thought to escape him, "Huh?"
Aronold leans forward, over the corner of the seat, "Need me to drive?"
"Uh, nah. I got it," Drew turns the ignition key.
Pulling on both of Aronold's shoulders, Alek plants ass on his lap once more, "Arne, you're supposed to be hiding my monster erection!"
"Was I?" Aronold asks dramatically, then chills to laughter.
Slim, whom has his butt in the seat mimicking Alek and Aronold, says on a whim, "Uh, maybe we should trade places, Johnny?"
Deric, sitting in the passenger seat up front, got quite a jolt, when Johnny jumps off Slim's lap, butt butting up against the front seat, "What the heck are you thinking?"
"No, Johnny," Aronold calms the lad with a touch to the shoulder, "you've got Slim all wrong. What he means, if not doing anything to you, but you doing it to him. Get it?"
Crouching over like an old man with osteoporosis, Johnny utters, "No."
Though, it's not like Johnny wasn't feeling something.
Taking off, out of the parking lot, Drew could be an expert at driving any heap on wheels.
With the initial kick, it made Johnny brace himself, which put hands reaching for the seat. Instead, all he could clutch were Slim's shoulders, faces almost touching.
A cute smile was enough to make any man give in, though Johnny, since leaving home, relied on Deric for much of his decision making.
Coming through for him, Deric releases the seat lever, reclining, "We all know what you're thinking, Johnny!"
Through the rearview, which Deric had commanded his way, he had a certain picture in mind, coupled with the comments coming from the audience behind.
"Deri-i-i-i-i-ic!" Johnny protests, with no where to be ejected onto, but the front of Slim's bod.
Slim, all he could do is smile. Thoughts were already on getting close to Johnny and now the situation presented itself, without his own intervention. Out of the corner of his mouth, since Johnny's cheek covered half his face, Slim says a quaint, "Hi there!"
`They say' a person can get motivated into a state of an adrenaline rush, as Johnny was now, again using Slim's shoulders as a catapult, "Damn you, Deric," he presses his butt up against the seat.
The seat wasn't supposed to move, not without Deric releasing the lever, but it did, which causes Aronold to yell out, "Oh shit, he broke the seat!"
Alek blurts out, "Who cares about the seat. You okay Johnny?"
Johnny was fine. Deric says nonchalantly, with solemn attitude, "Uh, can I get my faceplant off the dashboard, please?"
Not which Johnny wasn't concerned, with Deric, but the seat, "I didn't really break it, did I?"
"Only one way to find out," Aronold pulls on Johnny's shoulder.
Whereas Johnny half stood on his own, with Aronold's hand, it made him sit down...hard!
"Oh my god, I think you broke something!" Slim contests.
Alek with an answer, says, reaching over with a hand, "Maybe I should examine it!"
Red light happening so fast, one in which Drew knew about, with all the commotion, stepping hard on the brake, "I'm trying to drive, in case anyone noticed?"
It's then Aronold had more on his mind than Johnny breaking off Slim's stick, but the car which rightfully was not Alek's yet, "Can we all show some calm?"
Indeed, the seat was broken. Knowing Johnny, little things about him, having been on the road with him, hiking halfway across the country, Deric takes courage, "My bad, Johnny. I take full responsibility for Alek paying for it."
"Me? Why me?"
"Because, right now," Deric rationalizes, "you're the only one with all the loot!"
Alek didn't care about that, since what Deric said was true, but had other gripes, "Great Arne, you're selling me a brand new jeep with a broken seat?"
"Of course not," Aronold argues.
"Right. Deric lying with the seat against Johnny and Slim's crotches, that's not broke?"
"Who? The seat or Johnny and Slim's..."
"The seat, dummy!"
Holding onto the back of Drew's seat, sitting on Alek's lap, Aronold turns his head around, "I told you you're getting a `new' jeep. That means all seats in good working order."
"I suspect that," Alek says, wobbling his butt around in the seat, which causes his cock to react with its own emotion!
"One track mind," Aronold deduces.
Finally, with Aronold acting in lieu of the GPS, they enter the parking lot of the dealership.
Aronold is the first to remark, "Hmm, I wonder why the cops are here?"
Drew jokes, "Maybe some dude tried stealing a car?"
"That hasn't happened in a long time," Aronold says, eyes peering out the front window.
"What hasn't happened?" Johnny asks.
"A guy taking a test drive and not coming back!"
Not far from the truth, `Junior' had spited Aronold, walking out the door, his uncle with him and the two police officers.
One of the officers directs Drew to pull into the space next to his patrol car.
"Leave everything to me," Aronold says. "Don't anyone say a word."
"Our lips are sealed," Alek says, asking, "right guys?"
They all agreed, allowing Aronold to do all the talking.
Knowing he wouldn't get anywhere with Junior, Aronold approaches the Uncle, and rightful owner of the dealership.
Before Aronold could get within the perimeter of the owner, Junior is on him, "There's the thief!" A hand to the back of one of the officer's shoulders, "Apprehend him!"
"Roger?" Aronold calls over Junior's shoulder.
Regardless of Aronold taking off, on an extended showing of the vehicle, a flock of guys pouring out, Roger pushes on ahead of his nephew, "Now hold on a minute. I'm sure Aronold has a reasonable explanation for all this."
After the last episode, a driver leaving bogus ID's and taking off in a brand-spanking new jeep, Roger was being cautious, calling the cops. However, gazing at Aronold, thinking of him as more than a dedicated salesman, he knew there had to be a good reason for the longer than usual showing of the vehicle.
Laughing, Aronold says, "Junior here thinks I'm a crook. Why don't you set him straight, Roger?"
They have a double take, the other cop saying, "Yeah, I'm sure this is just one big mistake!"
Toothpick at his mouth, wearing it down, Aronold knew he knew this cop from someplace.
Taking the shades off, the cop smiles.
Instantly Aronold remembers the thick cock and how tasty it was, foreplay, raging and the creamy finish, "Of course there is, officer," he looks at the cop, like `yeah, I know you.'
After all was put out there on the table to be analyzed, Roger was very embarrassed, condoning, "You didn't tell me the paperwork was `in progress', Junior?"
All the others stood behind Aronold, like a nice, quiet audience.
Next to Aronold stood the office, allowing his rookie to handle this one, "So, you up for another rendezvous sometime?" the officer scans the wall of hot young men.
Like appointed on their behalf, to speak, Alek walks up, placing left hand on Aronold's shoulder, right hand on the cop's uniform, "We might be, but I get his ass!"
The cop looks Alek up and down. Glancing at the almost perfect line up to the rear, "I'm sure we can work something out."
About to voice his opinion, regarding being worked from both ends, Aronold is called front and center by Roger, asking, "What's up?"
Leaving Junior to iron out the loose ends, with the rookie, regarding the `misunderstanding', Roger says, "You're reinstated."
"You fired me, Roger?" Aronold gasps.
"Don't worry about it. You're still working for me."
Something bugged him and this time it wasn't the size of Roger's cock, when hard, the meaty shaft fitting down his throat, Aronold questioning, "Wait a minute here. You `did' fire me, though?"
"Just to shut Junior up," Roger waves it away.
Unsatisfied, Aronold says, pounding a finger into Roger's chest, "You cut me loose on all the years I put into helping you build up one of the most lucrative dealerships in this area, over the word of `Junior'?"
"I...um...I told you. It was just to..."
"Or, Roger, you could have," Aronold tells it like it is, "stood up to Junior, instead of how your sister is gonna ream your ass, talking down to her baby boy?"
Passing right by Roger, he nudges shoulders with attitude.
"Where are you going?"
"To get Alek's paperwork on the jeep."
Going back to his office, Aronold is stone-struck by what he sees.
Unbeknownst to him, right behind him stands Alek, "You moving out?"
"Apparently," Aronold is still shocked by seeing a box, stacked with stuff he collected, brought to work and set around the room, topped off with his high school trophy.
"Hey," Alek says, picking the trophy out of the box, "I didn't know you surfed?"
Rather than dwell on boxes of stuff, looking like someone was moving, Aronold collects papers, "Here's your deed and you need to sign some papers."
"What about you, Arne?" Alek concerned with more than his yellow jeep.
Staring there at the golden trophy in Alek's hands, Aronold says, "Maybe this is an omen."
"What is?"
"Maybe it's time to pack it in and go somewhere where the owner's uncle isn't out to get me!"
Shrugging his head to one side, Alek says, "The only difference I can see, is you would be out to get me, instead of me out to get you!"
"I didn't mean you," Aronold chooses his words harshly.
"Oh, now that hurts," Alek drops the trophy into the box.
"I didn't mean you, what I meant is," Aronold pleads, like forgiveness, "I don't know what I mean. I guess what I mean is, for the first time in my life I don't have all the answers...is what I mean," he plops his down in his swivel chair.
"Well, you're in luck!" Alek smiles.
"Today? I don't think even `luck' is on my side."
"Did you forget I mentioned `Jersey' as having tons of car dealerships and I bet some dealer would be crazy about having a crackerjack salesman on their team!"
Aronold definitely was seriously thinking on it. It was much help that Alek was rubbing his shoulders, "I can't say I don't like the possibilities."
"Besides, where are you going to find a truckload of nice guys?"
"They're all...going with you...to Jersey?"
Twirling Aronold around in his chair, Alek falls across his legs, throwing arms around his neck, "Would be nice to have a `dad' around to keep us all out of trouble? You know, show us right from wrong? All that stuff?"
"Hmm, just what I've always wanted...a son and a lover!"
Getting up, Alek states the facts, "Get off it Arne. I know all you want is a big cock to fill your holes!"
Knowing the truth, Aronold says, "You got me there!"
Signing off on the jeep, Alek offers to lighten the load of Aronold's box, carrying the trophy.
Since the cargo hold was already trafficking with human baggage, the addition of 2 boxes and a duffle bag made Manuel, Gil and Adam contort their bods to fit in and around the items.
"Everyone comfy back there?" Aronold calls out.
The answers came back with mixed reaction. As for Manuel and Gil, it was of no imposition to have Manuel spooning Gil. Adam, he wished to have more than a box to hug, but made the best of it. Prior to his freedom, it used to be a dirty blanket, rolled up into a ball, a makeshift pillow to hug.
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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.