ALEXANDER - ALEX By Lee Mariner
February 2003
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay story depicting homosexual acts involving young men and it is intended for adult readers only. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any such perceived similarity is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.
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Copyright: February 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.
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Chapter #5
The telephone rang a few minutes after closing the door and it surprised me.
I had made it clear too Coleman that I wasn't going to be in the office until the following day and I still wanted to check for some place close by and find an apartment or townhouse.
I could hear muffled voices as I answered the ringing telephone, "Hello, Rhodes here."
"Rhodes, hi buddy, how are you?" I heard from an unfamiliar voice.
"Who's calling?" I asked.
"Ackerman, Dennis Ackerman. Sorry I haven't caught up with you before now but I've been pretty tied up at another branch. Henry told me you were on your way down and Coleman, your new assistant, said you got in yesterday. How was the trip down?"
"All right Dennis. I didn't know Outtman was going to call, he didn't mention it when Bill Combs and I had dinner with him the other evening." I answered; noting that he said Coleman had talked with him.
"I saw Henry at Regional this morning and he mentioned you were on your way down. I'd like to get together with you before very long but I'm going to be tied up here in Greensboro for another day or so before I can get over your way."
"I'd like to meet with you after I've had a chance to get acquainted with the office Dennis. I've still got to find a place to live though, the company isn't going to pay for this motel forever."
"You have plenty of time Aaron, up to 30 days. Corporate will work with you on that. When do you think you'll be in the office?"
"Tomorrow." I said blankly.
"Tomorrow, really?? That surprises me but Henry said you were a go-getter. I won't be there quite that fast though, probably not until next week."
"I've been looking over the real estate classifieds and I shouldn't have much trouble finding a place Dennis. I asked Coleman to pick me up in the morning so I can get a review started in the office and pickup up my car. Being on foot doesn't help in apartment hunting."
"Yeah, he mentioned something about that. Well, if you need me for anything, call Regional and my secretary can give you my agenda. I should be back in my office by Friday. Coleman and his wife are good people so they should be a big help in getting your feet on the ground. I'll be in touch." Ackerman said hanging up abruptly.
Ackerman's call was like the subtle probe of a sledgehammer. No one was supposed to have known my itinerary except Bill Combs and Henry Outtman and here was Coleman and Ackerman both calling me in my motel room. There was nothing secret about me taking over the Jacksonville office but Outtman had said I could have a few days getting settled first.
Bill had said he didn't know who could have called Coleman other then Outtman since he hadn't done it. One thing I didn't like was surprises and I had a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Rumor was that Paul Brandon my predecessor had been caught with his fingers in the till. Worse than that though was the very quietly whispered rumor that kickbacks went further up the chain then just at the branch manager level. Two calls from Coleman and one from Ackerman before I had even stepped foot in the office didn't sit well in my mind. I had the right of refusal if I didn't want the job and I could stay with Bill in the Norfolk office but taking that route was not always wise. Corporate men followed the company's requirements sometimes at the expense of the individual. I wasn't one to be a sacrificial lamb if that's what they were looking for and Mid Atlantic could go to hell before I became one.
After the Ackerman call, I went over some of the personnel files I had brought and the branch financial P&L statements. Jacksonville was really running in the red by big bucks and it was going to take a lot of hard work if it was to be turned around.
I had dinner in the motel dining room but Glenn wasn't working or if he was I didn't see him. After dinner I went into the Sports Bar for a couple of drinks and see if there was anything worth cruising. Thinking about Glenn and Alexander had me horny as hell even though I had had sex twice earlier in the day.
There were only a couple of guys sitting at the bar and they only glanced my way briefly when I walked in. The same cocktail waitress was sitting at a small table off in a corner. She got up and walked towards me after I sat at a table where I could see anyone in the bar.
"Still here, where's your buddy from last night?" She asked smirking; cocking her hips like a slut would do when she was available.
"I don't know where he is, didn't you give him your number last night?" I asked teasing her sarcastically; knowing Alex hadn't given her anything.
She stared at me for a second and I could see the wheels turning searching for a comeback, she failed.
"Whatcha gonna have tonight?" She asked a faint flicker of dislike in her eyes.
"Just a Bud Lite with JD straight on the side." I said quietly locking my eyes with hers mocking the vibes she was giving off.
"Coming up." She said spinning and moving towards the bar.
The cocktail waitress served my drinks without saying anything else. Except for the television sets in each corner of the room, it was quiet. The two at the bar sat hunched over whatever they were drinking and occasionally one would turn his head looking around. A man and some girl came in and sat in a dark booth at the back. The cocktail waitress delivered their order and I noticed no conversation between them. It didn't take much imagination to know what was going on in the booth.
Two more 9 too 5 types came in sitting at the bar and I held my empty bottle up nodding at the waitress and she brought another Bud Lite. I drank about half of it when a good looking man, maybe in his early 40's walked in, standing just inside the door looking around the bar. He sat down at a table a few feet from mine.
He was wearing a two piece cream colored suit with an open throated dark blue shirt. His hair was thick and dark brown with silver sideburns blending with his hair on either side. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes in the darkness of the barroom but his face was clean-shaven and angular with a square jaw. I didn't hear what he ordered from the waitress but she brought him a Rolling Rock with a glass of ice.
After he poured his drink, he gazed around the room until his eyes met mine. He smiled slightly and nodding almost imperceptivity, raised his glass to his lips. Nothing clicked and I looked away searching for the waitress.
When I found her sitting in her corner, she just looked at me and I lifted both my empty bottle and shot glass. While I waited for her, I looked around the room for the men's room and found it in the opposite corner of the room from her table at the end of the booths, one door each for men and women. Placing a $20 under the empty bottle I went to the men's room.
I've been in plenty of men's rooms but the one in this bar was made for sucking cock. The door open outward, controlled by a hydraulic door opener/closer and there was a short hallway, maybe 6', with batwings at the other end. The door controller made a sucking/hissing noise at it opened and then closed the door. The odor of strong antiseptics hit you before you even got through the batwings. On the right there were two commodes separated by a wall but no doors and on the left three urinals behind a half wall. The bar was dark and the men's room was not much better, a single light hung down over the commodes and urinals.
Out of habit I used the middle urinal and whipped my aching cock out letting it hang as I pissed. I could feel the beer draining from my bladder and then the sound of the outer door opening and closing.
Cream-colored suit slid alongside of me and whipped out his cock holding it with his right hand but not pissing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him stroking his cock and glancing at mine. I could feel the urge spreading up from my balls as I watched his cock grow and mine responded thickening and stretching. Cream-colored suit sucked his breath in watching my cock grow and me standing with my hands on my hips. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around the thick hardness of my cock and I sucked air in my gut at the feel if his hand and I turned towards him growling huskily and pushing my steel hard cock at him his hand still gripping it tight.
"You want it?"
His answer was his mouth engulfing my cock and I lifted up on my toes pushing as much of my cock in his mouth as I could, whispering softly.
"Yeah man, suck my cock." I moaned, running my hands through his thick hair. His mouth felt like a hot furnace and he reached his fingers inside my fly pulling my balls out squeezing them gently.
I put my hands on his head and held his mouth in place feeling the juice boiling in my nuts when he pulled away and led me to the commodes still holding onto my rock hard spit slick cock. Dropping his pants he sat on the commode and pulled me too his waiting mouth. I knew he had been there before when he started jerking his cock while he sucked on mine. Playing with my balls with one hand sucking my cock and jerking off was a turn on and I tried ramming as much cock down his throat as I could, thrusting my hips forward. His mouth felt like Alexander's and I wished it were he not some bar room cocksucker. Cream-colored suits mouth was like a vacuum sucking the life from my nuts and they were boiling, the heat filling my cock, the sperm gushing upward in a torrid explosion. He drained every drop of sperm that gushed from my cock and his groaning with my cock in his mouth was like electricity spreading over me and I could feel my nuts drawing tighter, my cock swelling thick and hard as streams of my juice filled his throat and mouth. He milked ever drop as my cock slowly softened and then fell from his lips. I looked down and he was milking his own sperm into the toilet. Neither one of us said anything, just looked at each other. He sat on the commode for a few minutes while I cleaned up quickly and left, pushing through the batwings and out the wheezing door.
My drinks and change were on the table and the cocktail waitress was sitting at her table smoking a cigarette. I bolted the JD shot and followed it with a swig of beer. Leaving the change on the table I left for my room just as cream-colored suit came out of the men's room. The cocktail waitress grinned as I walked past her.
The motel restaurant was closed so I had to use the motel lobby to get to my room. There was an older man behind the counter and for a moment I thought about asking if Glenn was still on duty but changed my mind. He was the one who had said he would be back but didn't show up and I didn't feel all that bad about getting a blowjob in the bar men's room.
I had set my clock for 6AM and asked the desk clerk to call me as well. Both clock and telephone rang at the same time waking me with a roaring piss hardon, my bladder felt like it would burst any second. I answered the wakeup call and headed to the bathroom. I've always thought that climaxing and pissing in the morning are almost the same, they both send feelings of relief and electric shock through your body and cock. Thoughts of Alexander flooded back into my mind as I stood there feeling the piss draining from my bladder, my cock softening and I milked the last golden drops into the commode. I half expected to hear Alex say something like he had when he caught me admiring myself but the doorway was empty. I took a quick shower and sat on the bedside after drying off and I called room service ordering a pot of coffee and orange juice thinking Glenn might deliver it. I kept the towel wrapped around my waist while I waited but it wasn't Glenn who made the delivery.
A girl I hadn't seen before was outside the door when I looked through the peephole and I grabbed a robe real quick before opening the door.
"Just put it on the table Miss." I said standing back to let her in and then signed the ticket.
The telephone rang just as I finished pouring myself coffee. The orange juice tasted like it was on the verge of spoiling and I was going to call the restaurant when it did ring.
"Rhodes." I said answering the ring.
"Mr. Rhodes, Coleman. I hope I didn't wake you?"
"Coleman, if you didn't want to wake me, whey are you calling me before 7 o'clock?"
"Well I didn't know what time you got up and I couldn't remember what time you said you wanted picked up. Phyllis said she thought it was 9AM."
"That point is pretty moot right now, I'd say. If you haven't had breakfast, meet me in the motel restaurant at 7:30. If you have, meet me anyway for coffee or whatever you drink." I said rather brusquely, a little pissed at his calling me.
"Yes sir, I'll tell my wi. . . . Phyllis." He said hesitatingly and hung the phone up without waiting for a reply.
The slip of paper with Alexander's phone number was lying on the table beside the phone and I picked it up fingering it, hesitating a few seconds before dialing the number and then listening to the ring.
A woman's voice answered, "Hello."
"Hello, is Alexander there?" I asked.
The person that answered didn't say anything in answer to my inquiry but I heard he screaming over the crying of a baby. "Hey Alex, some man on the telephone for you. Don't talk to long, Bryan might call."
I heard him say "I won't" and then he spoke. "Hello."
The sound of his voice was almost lyrical and I felt my heart skip a beat, my chest contracting from lack of air and I heard him again.
"Hello, is someone there?"
"Yes Alex, its me Aaron. Sorry, I was daydreaming for a minute. How are you?" I asked feeling the pressure just below the sternum in my chest.
"Aaron, that's you, where are you?" Alex said and I detected an excitement in his voice.
"Still at the motel but I'm waiting for Coleman to pick me up. You remember him."
"Yeah, he's the guy that called the other night when we were at dinner. Aaron, I can't talk long, my brother might try and call. I need to talk with you if we can meet somewhere."
"Are you working Alex? I could pick you up later this evening after you're off work. I need to talk with you too."
"No, I'm not. That's one of the things I want to talk with you about, that and some other things. I can take a taxi and meet you at the motel later if that's okay?"
"I'm not sure how long I'll be tied up at the office Alex. Are you going to stay at your brother's?"
"Today, I am." He said almost in a whisper.
"Something wrong Alex?"
"That's one of the things I gotta talk with you about Aaron."
"Give me your address Alex, I'll pick you up by noon or I'll give you a call."
"I'll be waiting Aaron. . . . I've missed you."
"Me too, just be ready when I get there." I said softly.