Interview

Another Solar Fox Original

INTERVIEW

I entered the first floor of the lavish office building. The woman at the desk told me that the office I wanted, a Mr. Guidry, to see about employment, was on the 23rd floor. I had two choices - the long haul up the stairs, or the speedy but not so often reliable elevator. I chose the latter, logically; I had walked at least two city blocks and up lots of parking lot stairs to get here, so I'd be damned if I was going to wear myself out even more. This was to be my initial interview; I had submitted my resume and an application almost two weeks ago. What was the job? Or more importantly, who am I? My name is Jason Staubs, and the job I was attempting to fill was a small part in a major television commercial. The commercial was for a well-known nationally renowned household product... okay.. it was a laundry detergent, big deal. But it may well mean good bucks for me.

At least I thought I was good enough for Mr. Guidry - he picked my short video out of about twenty-or-so that were given to him as showing just how well common everyday people could act-- I was just hoping that once I got the part (I felt confident that I would), that I wouldn't have to go on a set with a bunch of women. Okay, sorry, but that should tell you a little something about myself; I am gay and very glad of it; I am eighteen, and I basically think that I became aware of my intense desires when I was thirteen. I guess certain parts of my body wouldn't leave me alone!

Well, the elevator arrived on my floor. The doors opened, I got in, but just about the time the doors were closing, this guy got on.. what a dreamboat! I mean, well, I myself stand about 5' 9" or thereabouts.. this dude had to be at least six feet, light blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black "Metallica" concert shirt, ripped blue jeans that were basically ripped at the knees - but some other places too.. heh.. yeah, there were some obvious tears around the crotch that looked like they were made intentionally. The shirt he was wearing really had no sleeves; it looked like a t-shirt that had been cut or otherwise torn to look more like a tank top, even so I could see the thick hair under his arms and by looking carefully on down trying to evade his attention rather than capture it, at least for now, I could see a thin portion of the elastic band of his underwear where they stuck up above his jeans. Just then he stuck his hand in a pocket and doing so caused his jeans to go down slightly and I could see more of the elastic; I casually took a deep breath and discovered that he smelled unusually nice - then he looked unusually nice, too! He had certainly captured my attention. I spoke first.

"What's up?"

"You... really wanna know, dude?"

"Uhh.. sure."

"My dick for one thing."

He had pushed a button for the 20th floor, in this building which by all indications had FORTY floors. I couldn't help but smile; he in the trashy boy clothes that I would much rather be in, me in my three-piece suit. Oh, to take off this tie and.. the elevator arrived on the twentieth floor, and noting that I still had about fifteen or twenty minutes, I quickly got off on his floor with no hesitation.

I followed him - he simply went into what appeared to be a snack room on this floor- the walls were lined with almost every kind of vending machine possible. Cokes, coffee, cakes, chips, sandwiches.. you name it. I watched from the entrance as he put in some money, got a Coke, and sat down. I hesitated to enter the room- after all I didn't really know if he was gay, straight, wanted to be alone, wanted company...

"Yo.. come on in if you want.. I don't bite"

I went in, sat down in a chair across the table. Funny, I was half expecting to see this dude light up. He looked like a smoker. Hell, Jas.. why not try him?

"Got a light?"

"Nope.. sure don't.."

"Good."

"Why?"

"'Cuz I don't have anything to light."

"Well.. I might say so."

The conversation was born. Damn.. just a few minutes until the interview!

"Gotta be somewhere?"

"Yeah.. I got this interview at two o' clock.."

"Who with?"

"A guy on the 23rd floor.. Charles Guidry."

"Oh?" he said.

"Yeah."

"You can be late."

"Well, not really. This is a big interview, no small potatoes if you know what I mean."

"Well, -I- said you can be late."

"What do you mean, 'I can be late'?"

He stuck out his right hand. "Donny Guidry, Charles' son and account executive."

I shook the hand. "Naah.. now wait a second.."

"Aww.. what the fuck.." he reached in his pocket and pulled out his badge. Yeah, the guy in the picture really did match this dude. I knew something was up.. why would he prolong me? He really didn't look that old, either.

"Jus' a second," he said as he got up and walked over to a phone that was in the room, and dialed, "O".

"The office of Charles Guidry, please."

"Dad, hey! Yeah listen.. you know that guy that was supposed to be interviewed at two? Yeah.. that's him.. yeah he's with me... look, he's going to be a little late.. Huh? Tomorrow? Yeah, well, we could. Oh? Yeah, I'll tell him..

Okay.. bye.."

He hung up the phone and came back.

"Well, how would you like to be interviewed TOMORROW as opposed to today, while at the same time being GUARANTEED that you would get the part, any part?"

"Uhh.. sure thing.. whatever you say!"

He turned the chair around, the back of it facing me and the table, and sat down, straddling the chair backwards. His knees were very visible now. God, he looked young! I knew he didn't look any older than me.. but at the same time, he looked responsible.. and perhaps he was responsible.. right now he was responsible for this rise I was getting in my brown trousers.

"So.. you're Jason Staubs, eh?"

"Yeah.. I am.."

Guidry must have told him.

He slowly sipped his can of Coke Classic, looking at me almost constantly, looking down now only to reorient the position of his shirt. "I would take this damn thing off," he said, "but there's an ordinance against no shirts and shoes outside an office.."

Even his voice sounded youthful. I couldn't suppress it any longer.

"Donny, how old are you?"

"I'm seventeen. How old are you?"

"Eighteen," I answered.

"Mind if I say that ya look cramped in that mess? After all, the interview IS tomorrow..."

I sat there and looked at him, almost as though he were the best friend I had ever had. The best friend I had ever had was Jimmy.. and after I graduated high school three months ago, we lost touch.. he went to the beach and after that he had planned to go to Berrymore College. I'd never see him again. Well, Donny got up and physically walked around behind me, grasped my tie, and began to untie it. He slowly pulled it off from around my neck, seeming to drag it around the collar. He reached down and unbuttoned my collar. He noted mentally that I didn't put up a fight, and who would? He was so gentle.. okay, okay.. so he's straight until proven gay.. but at least he's starting off on the right foot.

So, he got the collar unbuttoned, but then slowly drug the back of his hand across my cheek as he pulled away. Homosexual material? Yes, I think so!

I craned my head back as he laid my tie on the table. Yes, he was smiling. This, however, may have been enough for him; he retreated to the other side of the table again and resumed his straddled position in the chair. Which was okay, because looking at him was reminding me of high school again, something that I kinda needed right about now. He looked at me- he was still smiling that boyish smile. God, it was a charm.

"Remind me to return the favor sometime," I said, trying to sound sexy on purpose. I wanted to make sure he knew that his efforts had not only not gone to waste, but certainly had not gone unnoticed either.

"You like Metallica, I take it," I said.

"Yeah.. they're okay. Who do you like?" "Oh, well.. Metallica is one, Def Leppard, Dokken.. I'm a real rocker.."

"Yeah, me too," Donny said. His hair was really long in back and was very straight. Still, he appeared to be straight also because his face was so.. boyish.

"Jason, you're really cool.."

"Why, thanks dude, you are too."

"Look dude, why don't we blow this pop stand?"

"Sure!" I got up and walked with him out into the hall, followed him and we got back on the elevator. Ring! The bell sounded as we arrived back at the first floor. He picked up a phone, and yelled across the lobby. "Charlene, put 2115 up to Guidry's office.."

"Yes sir, Mr. Guidry.."

"Dad? I just wanted ya to know, I'm outta here.. I'll see you tonight, okay?

Huh? Okay.. talk to you later.. bye.."

"Just wanted him to know I wasn't around.. no clientele today hardly anyway.. Dad has things under control."

"So, what did you want to do?" I asked.

"Anything. I just thought you.. needed a friend. You looked sort of down and out up there, Jas.."

"Yeah, nothing wrong with your perceptions.. and Donny, you're cool as hell too.."

"Jas, you already told me that once. You are too."

He was making me nervous. I wanted to tell him so much more. I was just so afraid that the words might not come out right, and if they did they may have a sound to them that might make him want to leave. Still, he had said nothing about the opposite sex, the commercial spot, nothing. The commercial spot!

Yeah! That's a handy starter!

"Uhh.. one thing Danny.."

"Shoot!"

"This uh.. commercial spot.. I'm not gonna be in there with a bunch of women doing washing, am I?"

"Uh... no, actually.. it's, well, I'll tell you.. it's one woman, but there's a scene you're in where there's a bunch of dudes in it after a supposed football practice, you know dirty clothing and all, and.. well...?"

"Ahh.. that's cool.."

Ahh.. yes, but things started picking up after that.

"Do you have a car?" I asked.

"Yeah.. you?"

"Sure.. it's a couple of blocks.."

"Come on," Danny said, "we'll get mine, it's in the executive lot right around the corner."

It was a gold Trans Am. But as we were walking from the front of the building to the car... fireworks began. The first shot was a Roman Candle.

"But you know, Jason, there's so much more to our operation than just commercials.. you DO know that don't you?"

"Know what?"

"Grrr.. wait 'til we get in the car.. right here..." and he unlocked his car and I got inside. We closed the doors.

"Jas.. are you married... girlfriend?"

"No..."

"Are you thinking about a girlfriend?"

"I'm thinking about a boyfriend."

That took bravery.

"That's what I thought," he said. "I sorta get these feelings about other guys.." he said.

"Yeah.. I guess I do too. When did you feel that way about me?"

"On the elevator," he said, matter-of-fact-ly.

"God."

"How long have you been gay, Jason?"

"Long as I can remember, I guess."

"Yeah? Me too.."

He started the car, backed out of the parking space, pointed the car out of the bottom level of the three-level parking lot into sunlight. God.. he had a car phone, tape deck, radio.. CD player..

"But.. what's so much more to your operation than just commercials?" I asked as he turned the radio down so we could talk normally.

"Guess."

"Gay porn?"

"Bullseye! Jason, you are really smooth, dude! Got some porn of your own?"

"Yeah.. some.."

"Where do you live, Jas?"

"Oh, I have this little apartment.. nothing fancy.."

"Is it.. kosher to go there or anything? I mean.. we can go to my place if you want.. or..?"

"Yeah dude.. my place is cool.. my roommate is at work and he's okay about me bringing people over.. or whatever.."

"Okay.. out route 60, I'll bet.."

"Yeah.. Bakersfield."

He really looked nice. The aroma from him that I had smelled in the elevator was even stronger now, I had just begun to really notice it as we got on the freeway; I had been a little too nervous up until now to really notice my sense of smell because my sense of gayness had peaked so high.

"Damn dude, you smell gnarly.."

"Yeah?" he said laughingly, "Thanks!"

He threw in some vintage Kansas. It was "Dust In The Wind."

"Oh, so you like the light stuff too.."

"Yeah, I can be a pretty mellow dude sometimes," he said.

"Me too."

"Yeah.. I could sorta tell that music wasn't the only thing you liked to thrash, Jason.. look dude, sorry.. don't get me wrong or anything.. I'm not a hungry wolf or anything.. I'm just horny right now.." he said as he unsnapped his 501's and unzipped them. "You don't mind if I..."

"Oh.. no dude, don't mind at all.. as I unzipped my own trousers now. Just then it hit me.. I realized that I was so overcome by this guy that I had left my tie on the table back in the snack room of the Hollingsworth Building. Fuck it. This dude was worth a tie. He was worth a lot more.. which was yet to come, I felt.

We sat at the red light now and he eased those jeans on down past his crotch.. I eagerly looked at his underwear.. oh yeah.. just white cotton jockeys I had seen all my life.. nothing special. But as the other streets went from yellow to red and I knew ours was about to go green, he swiftly slid his undies down also. There it was, the California monster. He was a year younger than me, and he had to have at least twice as much on him as I had. "Like it? Or does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't bother me.. not at all.."

"Go ahead.. touch it if you want.."

Slowly, carefully, I reached over with my left hand across the stick-shift in the middle of the hump and felt of his stick-shift. It was hard, thick.. and hot. Real hot. "God.." I uttered, "it's as hard as the music we love.."

"Harder. Try to move it." I hesitated. "Go on.. try! It's okay!"

It wouldn't. It was like a girder in a building.

He giggled. "Heh.. gave you something to do, didn't it? It's amazing man.. once I get hard like that, even if it's.. five hours sometimes before I touch it, it never goes down!"

"Shit!"

"Where to now?"

"Exit 213," I said. "It's about five miles."

I carefully unbuttoned my shirt now, revealing my chest and reminding Donny that I left my tie but not to worry about it. I took off my socks and shoes, and let my trousers and Fruit of the Looms fall to the floor.

"Damn! Oh.. that reminds me..." he said, picking up the phone now and dialing a number. "Mr. Guidry's office please.."

"What now?"

"Oh, I'm calling dad to tell him that.. dad? Oh...yeah.. I just can't seem to leave you alone, can I? Heheh.. well, listen.. Jason.. what kinda car you have?"

"A brown 1987 Honda Accord.. why?"

"Wassa license tag... you remember?"

Wait.. why the dog and pony act?? Oh well.. must have a reason..

"California plate.. 12845L62.."

"Okay.. dad... there's a brown 1987 Honda Accord, license 12845L62 in the visitor's parking lot.. it will probably be there overnight.. would you call the guardhouse and tell them to make sure it doesn't get impounded? Yeah.. it belongs to a friend of mine that left the building unexpectedly.. okay? Really? Gee, thanks, I owe you one.. no.. I owe you two.. and dinner.. yeah! Okay.. I gotta go, I'm in heavy traffic.. bye..." and he hung up the phone.

"God, thanks Donny, I never would have thought about that.."

He smiled. "Dammit, Jason.. I want so bad to.."

"To what?"

"Just.. peck you lightly on the cheek.."

"Well, I'm not stopping you.."

He looked long, hard.. waited until we were on level, straight pavement.. no cars for several feet in case he swerved, obviously.. and oh.. the feeling of the lips as they gingerly touched my face.. they seemed to be touching every inch of my body and went all through me.. he wasn't afraid at all, and I didn't show any signs of resistance. I loved it.

We pulled off at my exit, and I told him how to get to Amber Crossing Apartments. Within three minutes, we were parked in front of the door to my place. I zipped up, went up and unlocked my door and as I looked back, I could see he was still struggling to get his jeans back up.. the fact was, he couldn't, or at least didn't want to take the effort.. he.. finally took off everything, ran down his window and uttered, "leave the door open..".. I was baffled, but he streaked from the car to the apartment carrying his clothes and wearing nothing but his shirt. I closed the door behind him and he broke out laughing. "He he.. sorry man.. I just.. got those jeans down and they didn't want to go back up again without extricating pain.. so I just kinda ripped 'em off..."

"Don't blame you.. I would too if I had a dick that big," I said, wholeheartedly and seriously. He put his clothes on the sofa in my living room, and tossed his socks and black Reeboks on the floor. He followed me into the kitchen where I fixed us some Cokes on ice.

"You've got cool titties," he said.

"Huh?"

"Well, they're standin', and they just look real neat, that's all.."

Shit, that was it. I took off my trousers now and even my underwear. He was nude, why shouldn't I be? I certainly wasn't going to ask him to put everything back on! Why should he?

We took our drinks and I put on some music as we sat on the sofa and talked. His hardon was constant. Come to think of it, mine was too.

"Well, dude.. this is a great place... certainly nothing to be ashamed about," he said.

"Yeah.. thanks."

His skin was so tan. I wanted to run my hand on his bare leg.. it looked so innocent. The hair on it was so dark, so nice.. he caught me. He must have known everything I wanted to do to him.

"I see you're lookin' at my leg.. heh.. don't be afraid to touch me, if you want. I don't have any boyfriends, and I'm really short on friends you might say, too.. since I kinda bailed out of school last quarter. I had too, see.. I was enjoying looking at all the guys dad was photographing and videotaping.. and I wanted to be part of the action. It's funny though, you know, while I appear in some of these things with these guys, I never have sex with them. I save that for someone special. A lot of these lamers that do these things would have sex with anybody, anytime, anywhere..

"Yeah, I know.." I said, rubbing his leg slowly now. "I could tell you were different.."

"Yeah? That's wild.. I could tell you were too.. hot damn, dude.. you're a neat rubber... heh".. he caught his blunder. "Heh.. I didn't mean that the way it sounded..."

"Yeah, I know you didn't.. that's what's so cool about you.."

"Oh? I wish everybody could see.. no, no I don't either," he said, slapping himself on the wrist, "then I couldn't have you."

"You want me?"

"Yea guy, I want you real bad. But it's too early.. I mean, I just got to know you and shit.."

"Yeah, I know..."

We kissed. It felt good. He Frenched me first, then I Frenched him. It was the first time I had ever been Frenched, but then, this was the first dude that had really been around me and been this passionate.

"Donny?"

"Yea dude.."

"You ever been in love before?"

"Naah.. I've thought about it.. never have.. but you know, maybe I am now."

"Yeah.. you never know.."

We sipped our drinks. I astounded him a little by starting to talk more about sexual things.. he was a little astounded because he seemed to talk about it earlier, but I resisted slightly.

"Donny.. you ever tasted cum?"

"Uh.. yeah.. a few times.. why?"

"Is it good?"

"Yeah... mine was. Never tasted anybody else's.. but I took a bath in it once."

"How do you mean?"

"We had twenty horny dudes on the stage one time being taped, and they were all horny from looking at each other for over an hour, so my dad called me in and let them jack off all over me.. it was.. unique, shall we say..hehehe!!"

"Damn!"

I looked at his dick; a drop of clear cum had formed on the tip as he sat there talking to me. It slowly turned to a trickle, I found, as I began running my hands over his shoulders.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna.. suck my dick?"

He had offered. I could tell he was so hot he was about to roast, then, I was too. I dropped to his cock, and slowly took most of it in my mouth. He moaned. I tasted cum for the first time, the cum on the end of his rod. Somehow I believed him when he said that only one person would ever be able to make him have the kind of sex he wanted to have, because I had those kinds of feelings too.. and I think I had them since I was about fourteen and going into high school.

"Oh my gaaaaad.. Jason.. I'm cumming..." and he sent spurt after spurt of wet jism down my throat.. and I got my fill of it. I liked it! It was different, somehow, in a way. He filled my mouth with the wet stuff.. it was a little salty.

He seemed to be amazed that I didn't choke.

"Wheeze, wheeze!" I faked.

"Are you okay?"

"Wheeze, wheeze!"

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry!"

"AH-Hahahahahahaha! I was faking it! God Donny, that was beautiful shit you put out!"

He kissed me and got to sample a taste of his own juice. It seemed we had held back on our sexual encounter long enough.

I rubbed his knees. "Well, it looks like you know what feels good," I said.

"Yeah dude, I do.. and you do too.."

"I guess so.. and at least now I know how it's SUPPOSED to feel.."

"Well," he said, "it may well feel that way from now on.. forever.."

We kissed. "Jason, I'm going to ask you something now that I've never asked anyone before.."

"Yeah? Sure! Anything!"

"Jason, would you like to.. get inside me?"

"You mean.. fuck you?" I swallowed a small lump that was rising in my throat.

"Y-y-y-eah.. just.. only if you want to. I know how it feels.. I've kinda..well, put things up there before, but no one's ever fucked me. Only if you want to," he repeated. He mooned me. He grinned and turned that hot little ass toward me and wagged it in the air. "God that looks hot as hell!" I uttered. "It feels like it, too!" he said. Just then he spread his asscheeks and I could really see the hole good. I asked him if I could put my finger up there, and he said I could. I did.. damn it was tight, as tight as mine. In fact, I felt of his and then I felt of mine right after. "What is it?" he asked.

"I was just kinda.. heh.. comparing how tight we were back there."

"Really? Let me feel.." and he did the same thing. "Hot damn!" he said. "You feel good back there, too!" he said, getting hard as a rock again. I put some Vaseline on my dick and slid into Donny. "W-w-wow! Neat as hell!" he said, jacking his dick. "It really feels good after all!"

"Yeah.. I've only been fucked once."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.. a dude did it when I was young.. and it wasn't against my will.."

"Cool! I don't see how it would be!"

I got faster and faster, and he moaned louder and louder.. Soon I came and shot my wad all inside him. "Damn dude, I felt that... it felt cool as shit!" he said, grasping my hot tool. "You feel good too," he said and I drew him close and kissed him again. We went and showered.

Suddenly, as we towelled each other off, we began exchanging "I Love You's".

This was hard to believe for me, and I was sure equally so for Donny. But he was just so rad.. and I was rad to him.

That was it, too.. ugh.. the son of my probable future boss, and we're in love... actually, Donny was partly my boss too.. but that was different.

"Hey Jason.. you wanna go see where I live?"

"Sure!"

I locked up and we got back in the T/A. We got back on route 60 and went a little further North. It wasn't ten minutes before we were at the Guidry's residence. A small Yorkshire Terrier on the other side of what was apparently a backyard fence began to bark out a warning. "Awww.. shuddup, Bon Jovi.."

"Bon Jovi? You named it after Jon?"

"Yeah.. he's cool."

"Yeah, he is.. it is my dog, too.. I won that sucker in a puppy drawing about.. two years ago.. because I drew the cutest puppy.."

"You draw?"

"Yeah dude, I draw, sketch.. heh.." he said.

Entering his drawing room, erotic drawings were instantly visible.. subtle drawings of male sex organs, and also more vivid ones. Some were painted and looked almost like photographs.

"Wanna see some of Chuck Guidry's works of art?" he murmured.

"Yeah.. what kinds?"

"B-O-Y-S," he spelled out as he cut off the lights and turned on a slide projector. "You know," he said, "slides can produce some of the cleanest, clearest pictures of any of the known methods of photo reproduction," he said as he started the show which consisted of lots of nude boys, some as old as 19 and as young as 14. "This is cool," I said, very aware of my own dick. I was now wearing a Def Leppard shirt and a pair of Jams, but not for long. They were in all kinds of poses, with all kinds of facial expressions and all kinds of faces. "Your - company didn't by chance get a crack at the Rob Lowe video, did it?"

"Heh.. funny you should mention that.." he said.. "it did just yesterday. We have it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but rest assured it's not going anywhere.."

"Yeah.. I can imagine.. I was just going to say.. keeping this under wraps is a bit of a test, isn't it?"

"Well.. yeah, I guess so.. but we have a pretty good front. We have a lifetime contract with Proctor & Gamble Company, among others on the commercial front.. my dad's big into real estate.. he's divorced.."

"Is he.."

"Is he what?"

"Is he.. gay?"

"Yeah.. he is. THAT'S why he's divorced, you see. But not until he had full custody of me.. my mom didn't want me.. she blames him for "converting" me and she wants nothing to do with either of us.. last I heard she was going to England.

"Heh.. yeah.. cool.."

"Yeah, it is pretty cool.."

As the lights came back up now, and his slide show was over, he walked over to a stack of photos of more nude guys. He told me his dad was going to get him some stills made this week from the Rob Lowe tape. As I looked at him rambling through the closet, I looked over at my drink which was sitting beside a stack of magazines on the desk. As I looked at the glass momentarily, some slight ripples appeared which were barely noticeable among the liquid in the ice. Yet, the glass had remained stationary throughout. "Oh shit..." he yelled from inside the walk-in closet, large enough to house even a St. Bernard happily for hours.

"What?!" I yelled back. He paused.

"Didn't you feel it?" he asked as he came back out of the closet with a couple of albums.

"Was it a... a.. tremor?" I asked, dumbfounded, having only lived in California for about three months now, a native of Georgia.

"Yeah, it was a tremor all right," he said. "Judging from the feel of it, it was about the usual epicenter.. probably the middle of the San Juaquin Valley.. probably pretty gnarly.."

"Yeah.." I said, feeling a little nervous.

"This your first tremor, dude?"

"Yeah.."

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. We get 'em all the time.. it just makes the waves higher so the surfers can have something to ride.. heh.." Another tremor, this one a little stronger. He dropped the albums, held me. We sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, nothing. Everything stopped.

The power failed for almost a minute, then was restored.

We got up. "It's over dude. Hey look man... can you keep a secret?"

"I've been known to.." I responded.

"I'm... breakin' up this little merger.."

"WHAT little merger?" I said, wondering if he meant us.

"Me an' my dad.. see.. you're lookin' at a prime example of it just a minute ago. I want outta here.."

"Really?"

"Yeah. God... that.. I mean, it's probably disappointing to you, isn't it? I mean, not working with me.."

My tune changed. So did the drum beat. I was marching to Donny's beat, dammit!

"Who said I was working for Charles Guidry?" I said.

"Huh? You mean you..."

"If you want out of California, we can get out. I used to live in Georgia, and they don't really have this problem.. they have OTHERS, but not quakes.."

"Well.. now, I dunno..."

"Yeah.. well.. just think about it.. why do you take a sudden urge to get out of Guidry Enterprises?"

"The boys," he said, "the boys. I don't need boys.. I have the only boy I need right here." He ran into the closet again, dragged out a suitcase, and some briefcases. He put the suitcase on his bed and threw it open. Then he threw open his dresser and began stuffing underwear in it. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Uh.. moving in with you? Until you leave California? Huh?"

I nodded slowly in the affirmative. He quickly packed up various things and we loaded them in his car. Passing through the kitchen, I noticed that the tremors has caused some cereal to fall from its shelf and some to spill onto the floor.

"Not that it matters.. but does your apartment have a clause against pets?"

I smiled. "Heh.. no.. go get Bon Jovi if you want.. is he friendly?"

"Heh.. why don't you ask him?"

I read a little something into that that maybe I shouldn't have.. but...? I looked a certain way at Donny. "What's that look for? Uhh.. no.. I didn't do what you think I did.."

"Did I say anything?"

"Yes!"

"What? What did I say?"

"You looked at me like, 'did you FUCK that dog?'"

"Well?"

"Well, I didn't fuck B.J.! Heh.."

He had everything piled in, left his dad a note, and we headed back for my place. He left a tape saying that he was taking a leave of absence and that it was possibly total separation. I knew then and there that it was, but I guess he didn't want to leave his father totally distraught.

For about the first two miles, Bon Jovi wouldn't stop barking. Then I held out my hand and he sniffed it, licked it a few times, sniffed it some more and then I patted him on the snout. He jumped up and got in my lap. "See there.. he's not so bad..heh.." Donny said. "Damn.. I never would have.. dreamed that.. I'd be doing this when I saw you get on that elevator.." he said.

"Donny, none of us can ever predict the future.."

"This is true," he said as he cut on the radio to the shocking news... "houses destroyed in Los Angeles.. the epicenter of the tremor was located near the city. At least one fatality has been confirmed."

"As soon as we get a chance," Donny said as he clicked off the radio, "we're gettin' outta here.. never to return.."

"Are you FROM California?"

"Yeah.. I grew up in that house.."

"Guess you could say you're a 'valley dude' then.." I said.

"Yeah, like, for sure dude.. heheh.."

We arrived back at the apartment. Dennis, (soon to be Denise, he was soon to have a sex change operation), was already home and getting ready to eat supper.. it was now a little after seven.. and now I knew Donny took priority over Charlie, and I could fuck the ad spot. It may have been my first break in the business, but I don't think it would be my last.

"Dennis.. this is Donny.. Donny.. Dennis."

"Soon to be Denise," Dennis added. "Nice to meet you." He saw the suitcases.

"A new roomie to add to our collection?"

"No, I don't think so," I said. "Dennis, I need to talk to you a minute.." I said as I went into his room and told him some information, among it the fact that I wasn't going to be here much longer. Let's put it this way; Donny didn't need to light any fires under me to get me going on the incentive of leaving the state.

"Yo.. Donny.."

"Yeah?"

"Sleep in my bed with me tonight?"

"Sure! No sweat!"

"I want sweat."

"You better watch what you wish for, dude; you may get it!"

"Donny... would it be impossible to get a U-Haul tomorrow and split?" I asked, as I couldn't personally see any reason to stay back, unless Donny had short-term plans.

"Well, I can.. see that.. yeah.. that's possible.. but what..?"

"You tow the U-Haul. I- well.. I don't know what to do with that Honda.. it has been giving me a little trouble.."

"Well.. throw it to the used car wolves. I'm sure you'd get a lot!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!!"

We kissed. He wanted to fuck me; I let him. He really felt good inside me.. so warm.. yeah.. really rubbed the sticks and stones together.

It was 9:00 Wednesday morning. He accidentally rolled over onto me which woke us both up; Dennis(e) had already gotten up and left for work. Work for Dennis was right now a tailor in a men's dress shop.. very FITTING (heh heh).. but soon, he would be into cosmetology. He had already trained for it and did it even now part-time; soon he would make it full-time but was going to move to San Francisco after the operation, which was scheduled just six weeks from last Monday. Hmm.. I awoke with the taste of semen and long hair in my mouth; I recognized it well after last night's goings-on... and then I realized that just before we crashed out, I sucked him off. Mmm.

I began the inevitable task of having to pack. I was going to pack; we'd go out for breakfast, rent a hitch, come back, load my shit, then go to Donny's, get his stuff and go. Even now it felt like there was a little tremor, but I think part of it was my imagination DREAMING there was a tremor. "Mm.." muttered Donny. "Haven't eaten eggs in quite a while now. Guess I'm trying to watch the cholesterol level.. hehe.." "Yeah.. me too.."

When we got to the Guidry residence, Donny tried to put Bon Jovi out to pee, and even HE didn't want to get out of the car! He did, eventually.. I was amazed that he actually had this little puppy car-trained.. it didn't go ONCE in that damned car. "Heh.. I sprayed back there with a certain scent he respects," Donny said. "He knows about it, don'tcha B.J.?"

Charles Guidry had left his son a return message.. on videotape rather than audio tape. It was funny.. and even enlightening to watch. I'd never worked ONE DAY for the man, and after seeing him.. I was a little glad. A Goodyear Blimp on feet... sorry, it's just true.

"Son.. I knew this day would come from the moment you set foot into the door of this company, just over a year ago now. Every day I prayed that your day, my son's day would come; it obviously had, and what better time than in the prime of your youth.." he certainly respected his son, didn't he?

"In the safe, in it's.. special place, I have left you a little help. I hope you can use it in addition to what you already have, and I really.. hope to see you soon.. but my heart, which I must follow, says, 'be on your merry way, my boy..'.. Godspeed... Love always , your father."

Charles' image faded into static. I helped Donny with his massive collection of home videotapes and equipment. Somehow, we were even able to cram all of this into that tight space called a U-Haul carrier. It was a miracle.. I guess it looked like more in the house because it was all spread out.

My car? Oh yes.. I took it to the local Honda dealer and got what I thought was a fair price for it... and the good thing was that they paid cash on the spot. I thought about it, and it was worth at least $4000; I got $4050.

He let me try the T/A; it handled really well considering the load we were going to pull [probably] cross-country. "Tell me the truth now, dude.. does it handle as well as I do?" he asked, grinning sheepishly.

"Hell no!"

"Good... for a minute there I wasn't sure.."

"Oh, come on.." " Yeah.. jus' fucking with ya mind.. heh.."

After I let him take it, I leafed through some more of the photos he had. He had a lot. It was just so hard to think that he gave all this up... for me! But I guess the tremors had something to do with it, too. There were some pretty wicked pictures.. some were of dudes fully nude, urinating on each other, some showed shots of cum pounding out of youthful cocks probably just old enough to pound it out. One thing was sure.. Donny and I were having no problems in that department. None whatsoever.

"Donny.. you're not gonna.. no, you're not.."

"Not gonna what?"

"Stop in Vegas and gamble."

"Why.. you wanna?"

"N-n-ot really..."

"Are you scared? Dontcha just want to try a little? I mean, after all.. I got a small empire here..."

"I know, that's what scares me.."

"You don't think I'd be fool enough to..?"

"No... but we sure as shit could get robbed! Our money needs to be in a bank somewhere!"

"Oh, I love that!"

"What?"

"You said, 'OUR money needs to be in a bank somewhere.' You didn't say, 'YOUR money'..."

"Well?"

"Well, Jason, dammit, it just means we're thinking alike! Dammit boy I want you, but I'm driving..."

"I could suck you some while you drive.."

"I might wreck!"

"Yeah.. well, if you distrust your skills that much.."

"No, I don't.. it's just.. some people just can't walk and chew gum at the same time.."

"Yeahh.. but God, can you ever fuck and shoot your wad at the same time..."

"Oooo! God! You're driving me nuts!"

"Those are in your shorts."

"Grrr... Wow! Check it out! Nevada 110 miles! Yaa-hoo!"

A very boyish yelp, which caused Bon Jovi to wail. He could hit certain notes that I couldn't. This alone having given me a hardon, I forced him to sing and yelp in that somewhat higher-pitched voice that I didn't possess. I had nearly stroked myself into a jism before he couldn't stand it anymore, and had to make me drive after letting Bon Jovi take a leak, so that he could suck me off behind the wheel. He couldn't stand to "see me suffer any longer."

Bon Jovi was now a very adorable dog to me and I felt as though I were becoming as attached to it as Donny was; perhaps that was one of our common traits,

Donny and I; we found a lot of the same beauty in a lot of the same things. Bon Jovi was no exception, and of course, "it" was a "he". B.J. had this neat little method of barking a certain way that Donny could distinguish when he had to pee which I thought was truly unique. "Well, we raised him from a pup.. I guess we sorta taught him a lot of neat stuff and didn't realize it.. but I bought him with my own money, so he is truly mine.."

We rolled on across the desert Southwest, the heat was a little sweltering at times out in the open. But it also gave us another fantasy to try to fulfill, even if it did border on lunacy.

We were on a very isolated stretch of road, and we thought we'd stop a few minutes, because the car was running JUST A LITTLE warm. We both agreed that we could understand about WARM things.. heheh.. in more ways than one. We edged about 100 yards off the roadway near some dunes, and put Bon Jovi on a leash-- walked him around behind the dunes, pouring him some water in a bowl and wrapping his leash around a post we found. We lay in the hot, 110-degree heat of the desert for a few minutes anyway, miles from anywhere, alone. Just to experience it. We were sweating like pigs, and we were now naked behind this dune, pressing together and combining our sweat. Donny licked me all over, I licked Donny. I sucked him off and watched as his hot juice shot out all over the dry sand. There are those that might say that it was a wasted load.. but there are the two of us that said, "we wanted to spout some luck onto virgin soil, that it may produce." Perhaps Donny's little "fertilizer" shot worked.. perhaps not. Still, it was quite a show watching his "little geyser" shoot off. Just as it did, Bon Jovi began to bark.

We could see now why he did. There, on the horizon, were some dark clouds packed with electricity. They say it never rains here, but when it does it pours, man it pours. I believed it. Then I heard the distant thunder Bon Jovi "spoke" of, and saw an arc of lightning that had to have contacted earth somewhere. We got dressed and got back in the car. Why, Bon Jovi was a regular "weather-dog."

"Oh, he used to scratch on the back door, then he'd come in and hide under my bed.. he was terrified of the things.. still is... I guess God put some wisdom somewhere that tells all dogs what things like that are capable of.."

"Yeah.. I dig it.."

I drove us from here, on up towards Las Vegas. Donny's hair and face were so pretty in the sun.. and we were both beginning to feel some effects of the heat. Still, his T/A was very reliable, and it was fairly comfortable with the air running. We were afraid to play the stereo TOO loud.. we had Bon Jovi in the car and we felt we needed at least one good set of working ears in case something happened. About twenty minutes after we left the geyser scene, it was POURING rain, solid sheets of it. We had to literally CRAWL along, and it was only for lack of much traffic that we elected to press on. But still, we made it and no doubt it cooled things off a few degrees..

"Yeah dude.. I may be red down there but it's a lot cooler," Donny said of his weenie. "Better watch it though.. high pressure area could close in fast and cause the steam to rise!"

THE END