Alexander - Alex

ALEXANDER - ALEX By Lee Mariner

November 2002

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PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: November 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #1

Jacksonville, Fla. is pretty much like most of the Mid-Atlantic States with weather changes. Wet springs, hot summers, cool autumns and cold winters. Snow is not entirely unknown but not as frequent as it is in more northerly states. Summers are a different matter; they can be hot and muggy.

This particular summer, my company had an opening in its Jacksonville office for a manager and offered me the position giving me the option of looking at what it entailed first.

Bill Combs, a good looking blond blue eyed married hunk was the manager of the office I worked in and he recommended me for the position based on my abilities, I like to think, plus the fact that I had been his assistant for 5 years with little chance of advancement in his branch unless he were promoted. I had a crush on Bill, which I think he suspected but that's as far as it went. Like in the Navy, make the wrong move or comment and your career was ended. Corporations were not much different in that respect. Bill was great looking, built like a brick shit house and probably hung but not worth loosing a job over, at least not in my mind. If I was going to impale myself I wanted it on what he had between his legs and not some lusting need to satisfy a crush.

He and I usually discussed the merits of various employment applicants and occasionally the subject of the person being gay would crop up. Bill never mentioned any particular distaste for gay people and he never made any overt comment that he would be susceptible too a clandestine affair with a man even though he was married. I damn sure was not going to be the one that did if he was as much as I would have liked too crawl in bed with him.

If you are familiar with advancement within a corporate chain, you take advantage of any opportunities that are offered if you want to stay with a growing company. Refusing chances for advancement very often could lead to the writing on the wall that you might not be as valuable as originally thought if you refused what the company needed. That was not considered as being part of the team. I had learned a little about teamwork in the Navy.

I joined the Navy right after the Desert Storm problems in the Middle East, anxious for travel and the Navy seemed to be the best vehicle for it at the time. Being gay didn't really seem like it would be a problem if you kept your nose clean and were careful about whom you associated with. At least it didn't seem it would be a problem until Bill Clinton was elected President and the whole mess of "don't ask, don't tell" started.

That may have been the un-official policy but there was a very subtle change and gay's had to be even more careful unless they didn't care and wanted to be discharged. Some did and there were a couple of high profile cases but it didn't help with all of the notoriety gays received from those hardy souls being paraded on television.

I made it through Clinton's first term and took my discharge rather than stay in, looking over my shoulder out of fear of being "outed". I didn't involve myself with other guys in uniform but you never could tell who was or was not service connected when they wore civilian clothes.

An undesirable discharge could ruin any plans of a career in the service or civilian life and as much as I liked the Navy, it was like being between a rock and a hard place. I wasn't really ready to live in fear with that sword hanging over my head.

After my discharge I took advantage of my service-connected benefits and entered college. Like most guys my age, 23, I wasn't a deep closet case but I wasn't a flaming liberal ready to expose myself for the good of the cause whatever that was. People had to live and work together but not everyone was ready to accept what they considered a "faggot" and a personal threat living next door or working closely with them. I wanted a good job with financial security and campaigning for equal rights in a society that was not ready to give them didn't seem the way too go.

College was fun and I met several guys that were and still are exciting. I was not looking for a long lasting relationship although who could tell when a lightening bolt would strike. With AIDS running rampant it was not difficult too not be overly involved with anyone. Most of my sexual needs were satisfied with petting, cuddling and mutual masturbation. Anything much beyond that could become a death sentence if you were foolish enough to go that way, I was not.

I managed to graduate with a 3.6 average and a BA in Accounting and Administration. The usual corporate recruiting fairs were held each year at graduation time and I secured a position in finance with a large mid-western company. They had offices across the country and I was offered a position as assistant manager of the office in Norfolk, Va. It worked out pretty good for me since I had served in Norfolk when I was in the Navy. I knew a few people and where most of the gay bars and lounges were and it was a large enough city that life was pretty good.

It was the beginning of my career in finance and Bill Combs was an easy guy to work with. He and I didn't work hand in glove but after a few weeks we started knowing what each of us expected.

I found a small apartment not far from the office, bought a car and revived a few friendships from Navy days.

Everything was going pretty good but over the next 5 years I felt like I was settled in a rut and I was thinking about looking for something else when the Jacksonville offer was made.

It was like I had caught the brass ring on the Merry-Go-Round when Bill told me about the job opening in Jacksonville. I was almost 32 years old and going nowhere in Norfolk and having a crush on Bill didn't help improve my mood. That and the boredom that had settled over me told me I needed to relocate and I accepted the offer.

Henry Outtman our Regional Manager flew in three days after I accepted the transfer so it could be verified and we could discuss the details of relocation and salary. We did most of this over drinks and dinner in the dining room of his hotel and afterwards in his room.

Henry was a drinking man and he always chastised Bill for not having a bottle of bourbon or scotch in his desk drawer so we could relax and have a drink after the office staff had left for the day. It was not part of corporate policy and even though Bill reminded Henry about it very politically he was still told he should stock a little something.

Since Bill was married he always managed too beg off from the drinking sessions when Henry visited. It was different for me being a bachelor and I got stuck with the entertaining.

Henry was in his 50's and a bit of a slob. His physical appearance and demeanor were in contrast with what most corporations would have wanted as a representative. Henry though was connected. It was well known that he and the Divisional Vice-President were old college fraternity brothers and pretty tight. It was that old "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours" fraternity type thing and he used it.

After a few drinks he would start getting personal and asking about the women he assumed I screwed around with and asking when I was going to introduce him too one of them. As a rule, when he got to that point he would be pretty high and probably could not have gotten a hardon if he did meet a girl or who knows, maybe a guy. It didn't take much though to get around his questions with innuendo and half-truths. I knew a couple of lesbians that might have liked to rake his ass over the coals and I was tempted to set him up with a date but prudence was the better part of valor. I wasn't going to miss these quarterly sessions with Henry since Jacksonville was in the Southern Region and his was the Mid-Atlantic.

On this visit, he didn't have time for an extended stay and we avoided his hotel drinking session after dinner. He had to get back too Chicago and his plane was leaving pretty early for any drinking other than what we did at dinner.

It was agreed that since it was mid-month I could take a few days, fly down and get acquainted with the Jacksonville office plus see what housing would be like. The company would pay for re-location of my apartment furnishings and Henry asked if I thought I could make the transition by the first of the following month. I told him I didn't see any reason I couldn't but I was sure about finding a place to live in just a couple of weeks. He agreed, telling me that if I couldn't find an apartment right away the company would pay for storage of my furniture and a motel in Jacksonville for a reasonable length of time until I did.

"Aaron, I think you will like Jacksonville and if there is anyway I can be of help, call me." Henry said as we stood and shook hands.

"I'm sure I will Henry. Thanks for the confidence you and Bill have in me."

"You earned it Aaron, my problem is finding someone for your replacement." Bill said squeezing my hand almost affectionately.

"Well fellas, it would be nice if we could have a couple of drinks but my plane leaves earlier then I like. I'll check with Ackerman every now and then and see how your doing Aaron but you'll be all right. Our national convention is in Miami this year so we will be seeing each other in just a few months. Bill, I'll be back on the 2nd of next month for your quarterly, try and have someone we can look at for Aaron's replacement by then if you can, okay?"

"I'll see what I can do Henry. Do you need a lift in the morning or are you taking a taxi?"

"I'll take a taxi, no need for you getting up that early. Good night." Henry said getting on the elevator.

The following morning Bill and I discussed my upcoming trip and made reservations for Wednesday returning on the following Monday. We both knew I would have to return regardless if I was able to find an apartment in that short of a time or not. My lease had to be terminated where I was living and arrangements made for shipment of my furnishings either too a new apartment or into storage. Bill's secretary typed a letter too my rental agent indicating that I was being transferred and according to the terms of my lease I wouldn't suffer any penalties. They insisted that I was required to give them a 90-day notice of termination but I pointed out that the lease only required that notice if my lease was expiring and I didn't intend on renewing it. There was a clause that stated that "in cases of default whereby the lease was terminated by reasons of employment or military transfers, the lease would be considered void at that time assuming all rentals had been paid and the lessee would not be held responsible". I don't think they liked refunding my deposit.

The office staff did not have the time to arrange a going away party for which I was grateful, I always hated all of the good wishes and missing you stuff that everyone said when someone was leaving. A hug from the secretaries, a handshake with the outside deadbeat bill collector and Bill and I were on the way too the airport. I was going to drive myself and leave my car in airport storage but Bill didn't think that was a good idea and offered that I could leave it at his home until I got back. To much vandalism occurred when cars were left too long unattended even if it was a secure parking garage.

We checked my luggage through and since we had a little time we went for coffee. I brought him up to date on a couple of accounts I was working and sort of rambling when he laid his hand on my forearm looking at me, his blue eyes soft and sort of wistful.

"Aaron, I already have all that information, you typed it up for me in a folder remember?"

"Yeah, I did do that didn't I?" I said returning his gaze. "I just want to be sure everything is covered Bill."

"Knowing you Aaron, it is. I wasn't kidding when I said it would be a problem finding your replacement. Nicholson thinks he is ready for the job but you and I know he isn't."

"He might quit on you."

"If he does, that is his decision. You and I both have discussed his shortcomings and if he can't accept it, there is nothing I can do about it. Don't you worry about it though, it's part of being a Branch Manager and you are ready for it."

"Because of what you taught me Bill. I'll miss working with you."

"That goes double but you'll be back next Monday and maybe we can go out for dinner before you leave again."

"I'd like that Bill, we never have gone out for dinner or a drink together and I'll hold you to it. I better be getting on down too the gate before the plane leaves without me." I said shifting my eyes away from his. If we kept on talking I was close to saying something I had better not, at least not then.

We shook hands at the security checkpoint and when I reached the gate entrance I looked back and he was still standing there watching me. I wasn't thinking about Jacksonville right then. I was thinking maybe I had been a fool keeping my mouth shut.

The flight was uneventful even with the change of planes in Charlotte, N.C. except for a kid, maybe 17 or 18, hanging around in the men's room trying to act unconcerned with who was in the room taking a leak while he washed his hands but he was checking in the mirror looking at who was at the urinals.

I put my attache case on the floor between my feet and unzipping my fly, I pulled my cock out. The kid moved from the washbasin over too the urinals and looked around behind him and in my direction before pulling out a pretty nice looking cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him stroking his cock and looking at me and my cock started getting hard. I pushed my raincoat back so he could get a look stroking gently, he moved too the urinal next to mine turning slightly towards me. His cock was thick uncut and about 7" long and he stood there stroking and looking at me. All 8" of my cock stretched out almost touching the back of the urinal. He sucked his breath in when I pressed both hands around the base against my pelvis so he could get a good look and he hissed "Jesus" as he exhaled.

I shook my cock up and down a couple of times and he started to reach for it but hesitated, "You a cop" he said.

"No." I said.

"If you are, you gotta tell me. You got a partner hanging around outside?"

"I'm not a cop. If I was, I could have arrested you for indecent exposure when you exposed yourself too me or didn't you know that? What's on your mind?"

"What does it look like man? I thought I could get a quick blowjob before my next plane leaves. I'm going too Jacksonville but I got so horny watching some dude groping himself on the other plane my nuts ache. Jesus, you know how that feels don'tcha?"

"Yes but there is not very much we can do about it in an airport men's room. It's just a little dangerous. Besides, how do you know I do that sort of thing?"

"You got a hardon watching me didn't you?"

"Of course, who wouldn't? That doesn't mean I do it though."

"Nah, I guess not. You haven't touched me since we've been standing here. That's the first thing most gay guys do. I'll jerkoff in one of the stalls." He said pushing his cock back inside his jeans moving away leaving me with a very hard throbbing cock in my hand. I was tempted to join him but decided against it, it was a dangerous place.

I didn't pay any attention to what stall he had gone into but I could hear some heavy breathing and soft moans while I washed my hands. It didn't help my cock get any softer.

• • • • • • • • • The next plane for the last leg of my trip was on a different concourse and since I had almost an hour before it left, I stopped in one of the open fast serve restaurants that lined the main terminal building for a beer and a sandwich. CNN was on the television over the bar broadcasting the worlds troubles and a very tired looking girl serving customers that came too the bar.

Making sure my attache case was secure between my stool and the bar, I ordered a Bud with a ham & cheese on rye in response too her unasked question. I guess good help was hard to find but she probably wasn't making much more than minimum wage and depended on tips.

People were rushing through the terminal and several nice looking young men passed. I didn't know anything about Charlotte but from the men I did see, it might be an interesting city to visit or live in.

A very non-descript individual sat one stool away from me, looking in my direction, he nodded with the universal greeting of most strangers. "Hey, how ya doing?"

I answered with a nod and replied in much the same way, "pretty good."

He ordered a beer from the still tired young lady and when she brought his beer, she had my order but not the beer I had ordered.

"You want mustard or mayo on your sandwich? You didn't say."

"Mustard please." I said and she moved away.

When she returned she had my beer in one hand and a handful of those plastic packets of mustard in the other. I could have dressed several sandwiches with what she brought.

When I had finished about half and half of my beer and sandwich I turned and looked at the large four-sided clock that stood on a tall pedestal in the terminal. My young friend from the men's room passed by but he didn't see me sitting at the bar. Since North Carolina had a 21-year-old age minimum on drinking he was probably too young.

He walked ramrod straight about my height, 6'. His hair was a brilliant almost platinum blond. His shoulders were broad under his black Eisenhower style leather jacket with small hips clad in Levi jeans. He carried himself with an athletic grace that said military. I almost regretted not having joined him in the men's room stall.

My companion sitting at the bar behind me said, "nice looking kid."

"I'm sorry what did you say?"

"Nothing, your beer is getting warm." He said sucking on the neck of his bottle and I recognized the seductive motion of his lips and cheeks.

Finishing my beer and sandwich, I laid a ten spot on the bar and left him sucking on his bottle. It was probably about the best he would get anyway.

I had lost track of the direction that my young friend had taken but I remembered he had said he was headed for Jacksonville but he did not say if it was Florida or North Carolina. As luck would have it, it was Florida.

I boarded the plane looking to see if he was onboard but didn't spot him. My seat was a window seat with an empty, for the moment, on the aisle. I took my time placing my attache case, suit and raincoat in the overhead luggage rack looking forward in the plane before sitting down.

Passengers were coming on board, blocking the aisle as they stuffed their things overhead. Seats had obviously been assigned front too rear with only a few in the rear and then I remembered my seat was coach not business or first class. When the reservations had been made, business class was full and I had to take coach. The company didn't fly first class except for upper echelon executives.

It was only a few minutes before flight time so I pulled one of the magazines from the pouch in the back of the seat in front of me. Glancing at it uninterestedly more for distraction then anything else, I heard someone say. "Excuse me." It was who I had hoped would board the plane.

He saw me and looking a little sheepish he averted his eyes passing my seat for another a few rows behind me. I started to look over the back of my seat but hesitated, he might consider that too obvious if I did after what I had said in the men's room earlier.

Several more passengers took seats in front of me but the one next too me remained empty. A couple of passengers passed looking for their seats but I still didn't know where he was sitting.

The flight attendants checked everyone's seat belts and while the plane was taxing for takeoff they explained the safety features and how we should evacuate if necessary. I was more concerned at how the beer I had drunk was reacting on my bladder and I was wishing we would get airborne so I could use the planes restroom regretting that I had not taken a leak before but it is pretty hard when your cock is as hard as steel.

No sooner was the "fasten seat belt sign" turned off then I was unbuckling. There were two restrooms in the forward section of the plane and I saw a lady heading in the same direction. I cursed under my breath hoping no one else got up before I got too the other one. The lady, fortunately, was getting something from the pocket in her coat and not heading for the restroom.

The pleasure of relieving an over extended bladder was probably the next best thing to blowing a load. The feelings were not dissimilar and the pressure decreasing as you pissed was like the feeling you get when your sperm is rushing upwards from your nuts and gushing from the head of you cock sends shivers of ecstasy through your body, especially in your groin. I felt my muscles tighten and then relax as the last drops dribbled into the commode. It felt great milking the remaining urine from the urethral canal of my cock. A strong urge to jerk off raced through my nuts, my cock starting to get hard but a knock at the door stopped me. Shaking the remaining dampness and with a final milking, I pushed my still half hard cock back in my trousers.

An older passenger pushed past me hardly giving me time to exit the restroom, he must have been in the same straits I had been in.

My half hard cock presented a problem but I could not very well hide it as I walked back to my seat. My blond headed friend was sitting three rows behind me on the opposite side of the plane and even at the distance we were apart I could see his icy blue eyes looking at me and he smiled, brilliant white teeth flashing. It was my turn to blush sheepishly but I didn't avert my gaze from his.

Almost as soon as I took my seat again he sat beside me saying quietly, "hi again. My names Alexander but people call me Alex."

"Aaron, no nickname I'm afraid. You feeling better since I saw you?"

"Much but I don't think you are from what I saw when you were coming back from the restroom. It hits me that way sometimes but that old guy must have interrupted you." He said grinning, his eyes flashing enjoying my obvious discomfort. "It's going to break if you don't straighten it out. Lean back in the seat and suck your gut in that always helps me and I am not as big as you."

Alex was right, it did help when I leaned back and worked my cock up over my stomach.

"Do you spend a lot of time in airplane restrooms Alex?"

"No but I've been on plenty of buses." He said still grinning. "Its to bad this isn't a night flight."

His voice and demeanor had changed from the men's room. He wasn't acting like a teenager, using slangy words and I liked his directness. He had taken his jacket off and he was wearing a white t-shirt. I could see the perfect definition of his chest through the shirt and his biceps stretching the short sleeves. His pectoral muscles were hard and thick with his nipples outlined through the thin cotton fabric. His stomach looked hard and flat and there was a very noticeably hard cock stretched down the inside of his right thigh. My mouth was dry at the thought of what he must be like in bed and I swallowed trying to generate saliva.

"What if it was a night flight?" I whispered.

Alex rearranged how he was sitting, turning towards me as much as the seat would allow. I was grateful that most of the seats around us were empty. If they hadn't been others might feel the energy that was being created by our talking. Alex really had me turned on and I could feel the pre-seminal fluid oozing from the slit in my cock.

"We could do what we both wanted in the men's room." He said softly placing his hand over his swollen cock.

"Maybe we could but right now Alex, we better stop this or we will have a very hard time getting off of the plane."

"We both are having a pretty hard time now but your right. Wrong place and wrong time again Aaron."

" Again, that sounds like the story of someone's life."

"Pretty much. Whenever I met someone that seems to be halfway decent it always seems to wind up a bummer." He said a little sadly, inhaling deeply and sighing.

"Alex, if you don't mind my asking, how old are you?"

"How old am I, 22, why?"

"You lost your innocent slangy cockiness from the men's room. I took you to be maybe 17 or 18, not 22.

"I thought you did. Sometimes it helps looking younger but not always. How old are you?"

"Passed 32 four months ago. Where's your home, Jacksonville?"

"No, Huntington, West Virginia. My older brother and his wife live in Jacksonville. I went home after I got out of the Marines but there wasn't much for an ex-marine in Huntington. My brother told me I could live with him if I wanted and he would see if he could get me a job with the outfit he works for, construction. He thinks my muscles will impress his boss. How about you, where you from?"

"Cincinnati, not far from you. Story pretty much like yours except it was my parents I needed to get away from. I went too college on the Navy and I've been in finance since I graduated. You didn't think about college after you left the Marines?"

"At first. I finished high school but my old man couldn't help me with college even if I did go. The bennies pay the tuition but not eating or a place to live."

The "fasten seat belts" sign flashed on and Alex twisted back around in his seat. His cock had shrunk too an impressive bulge and there was a small damp spot where the head had been, several inches down his thigh.

"I think you had better carry your jacket in front of you Alex when we get off." I said as he stood up to return to his seat.

"You better follow your own advice or someone is going to think you pissed your pants." He said looking down at my crotch.

The plane landed smooth and taxied up to the terminal. It took a few minutes connecting too the skyway ramp and as usual people were crushing each other trying to be the first off. I stayed in my seat and glancing back at Alex, he was still seated waiting like I was.

After the crowd thinned I stood and opened the luggage compartment. Putting on my jacket I could feel the stickiness on my stomach and in my pubic hair. Alex was right, I carried my raincoat over my arm in front of me and looking back at him he was carrying his jacket in front by the collar. We both grinned at each other and as we were leaving the plane he leaned over whispering, "you want to try the men's room again?"

"You must be kidding Alex." I said turning my head and looking at him. He was smiling from ear too ear.

"Just a thought."

"Not a good one." I said as we walked up the skyway into the terminal concourse. "Is your brother meeting you?"

"No, he doesn't know I'm here. I told him I would call when I got in. How about you, someone meeting you?"

"No, I've got a rental car reserved. Do you have luggage?"

"Not much, just a small bag."

"Will you be staying with him?" I asked a little tentatively.

"Probably after I call him and he picks me up. I don't have any place else."

"Would you want to stay with me?"

"Are you kidding me? Where?"

"At my motel. I have reservations at The Horne Motel. It's up to you."

"After what we have been through?" He said his eyes sparkling and for a moment I thought he might hug me. That would have been all right but not in an airport terminal concourse.

Hertz was on the same level as the luggage pickup and after describing by bags so he could watch for them, I completed the forms for the rental that Bill had arranged before I left. The attendant identified the car as a Chevrolet Monte Carlo and after asking directions for the motel she gave me the location of the car.

It took a little longer for our luggage to come around on the airline carousel then it did getting the car. I asked Alex again if he was sure he didn't want to call his brother.

"He can wait Aaron, we haven't seen each other in about 5 years since I joined the Marines. A little longer won't hurt. I'm not all that sure I'll be staying here anyway. He might like construction work but not me. It'll do for a little while but not for the rest of my life like him."

You might try going back to school. The University of Jacksonville is a good school." I said, pulling my luggage off of the circulating carousel.

"I have but I don't know, it's a lot to think about."

He was right; his bag was small and pretty close to being the last one.

I didn't say anything else as we looked for the car. It was a dark burgundy and I should have asked and made it easier to find.

Checking the directions out of the airport it was only a few minutes and we were on the interstate. Alex had not put his jacket on and it was exciting watching his broad thickly muscled chest rise and fall as he breathed. His wavy close-cropped golden hair was being blown by the wind coming through the half open window giving him a rakish look.

"God." I thought. "He is something else." I pushed the gas pedal slightly, increasing the cars speed.