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Sex, Chaos, Love, Control & Surrender
Chapter 2 Ð Becoming Connected
As they walked to the restaurant, Alex realized they looked like an odd pair. Alex was a stylish, but classic natty dresser. He was wearing a dark navy windowpane sport coat, a boldly striped gold, blue and burgundy tie, a white shirt with burgundy stripes and British tan dress pants with dark brown suede wing tips. Alex had a slight beard, more like just being unshaven for a few days and had well groomed mid length/short dark brown hair.
Graham was wearing jeans with holes in the knees (through the holes the plaid pattern of flannel pajama bottoms was visible), a denim coat with a white fluffy lining that was dingy from lack of cleaning, a navy cable sweater, a brown suede messenger cap, dark rimmed glasses and dirty brown boots that looked like they were very well worn. Long medium brown hair flowed out of Graham's cap landing just below his shoulders. He wore fingerless gloves and had dirt just below his nails.
Everything Graham wore bore the evidence of his situation. Alex still smelled of the expensive custom made cologne her wore, while Graham smelled of a boy who sleeps in a park and doesn't have access to a shower. They said little to one another as they walked. Each of them was a little unsure what was going on, but they went with it. Alex walked cautiously while Graham seemed to have a spring in his step.
Graham stopped in front of a small pub. "Here we are, the food here is awesome." We walked in and the bartender said hello to Graham and gave me a guarded look. "He's OK Ron, I did a full background check on him. I have his business card! You'll like him." Graham clearly had some connection to this place. We sat in a booth toward the back.
We were pretty secluded, plus the place was fairly empty anyway. It was obviously a local hangout for actual DC folks and not people like Alex. Ron came over, "you haven't been here in a while, everything alright?" Ron still looked at Alex warily. "Yeppers! I just haven't had the cash to splurge lately and I think I used up my last freebie for the month two months ago!" Graham laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I told you not to abuse it, but I don't want you going hungry either. What do you guys want?" Graham looked at Alex, seemingly for guidance. "Go ahead, get whatever you want."
Graham smiled widely, "a double order of spicy chicken wings, two cheeseburgers with a ton of bacon, a huge order of fries, as much root beer as you can bring me, and whatever my friend her wants!" Graham confidently snapped as if he were picking up the bill.
"I'll have a double Woodford Reserve Manhattan on the rocks, please, " Alex asked. Ron laughed out loud. "Where did you find this one, Graham? Mr. fucking fancy pants!" More laughter from Graham and Ron. "I don't keep that fancy shit here, how about a double bourbon and a glass of ice?" "Uh, sure," Alex nodded.
While they waited for Graham's food, Alex sipped his bourbon. He couldn't take his eyes off of Graham. He was mesmerized at how truly adorable this boy was. All Alex could think of though was how young he must be. "He's gotta be a fucking teenager. I'm going to get arrested. Ron is calling the cops right now." Alex calmed himself down with another thought Ð how much he wanted to kiss and cuddle and do so much more to this boy.
Graham finally snapped at Alex, "so, you gonna talk at all or are you trying to read my mind? Maybe you want to pull out your phone and take a picture to jerk off to later? Just pay the bill before you leave."
Alex was completely taken by surprise. The sweet, confident boy he came in with was now being a little bitchy toward him.
"Uh, well, sorryÉI don't know why, but I'm nervous." "You don't need to be. I'm not going to mug you or whatever you're afraid of."
Then before Alex had a chance to respond, Graham's eyes got wide and he leaned back in his seat, pointing at Alex.
"OOOOOOH! I know, you're thinking I'm too young to hang out with!" "Shhhh, dude!" Alex said in a hushed tone. "We're just eating dinner and having a drink, I don't think that's illegal. If something else happens, wellÉ"
At this point Alex's face turned res while his mind was wandering - and he was getting hard. He could feel the precum forming and making a spot on his pants. He adjusted himself and shook his head and got back into his game. While Graham was giggling at Alex's squeamishness, Alex decided it was time to ask questions.
"So, how old are you?" Before Graham could answer, Alex said firmly, "and don't announce it to the whole bar either, please."
Graham laughed some more and looked over at Alex and then Ron appeared with his food. Alex sighed loudly and looked away. Ron dropped the food and, shot another round of stink eye at Alex and walked away.
Alex looked over at Graham, grinning away and holding his right hand up. He flashed all five fingers once, twice, three times.
"Well fuck me." Alex groaned, "I think I need to just leave you here right now. Damn." "Wait a minute, you want me to fuck you but you're going to get up and leave? I don't know if that's going to work out very well." Graham said in a snarky tone, obviously and purposefully misinterpreting Alex's `fuck me' comment. He was now about as full of himself as he could be. He was really enjoying Alex's discomfort and obvious desire.
"This is ridiculous. I should be in my hotel on Grindr, not flirting with a teenager." Alex said with obvious frustration in his voice.
"You can leave anytime you want. Just make sure you pay the bill and leave a good tip."
"I also want to go rent you a room for a week so you can have a clean, warm place to sleep and shower."
"Oh man, do I smell that bad?" "Aaargh! That's not what I meant!" Alex, this high-powered consultant, who could talk to anyone, was completely out of his element with Graham.
"And how old are you Mr. Alex Ryder, Consultant?" repeating Alex's title from his card.
Alex held up his right hand and flashed it once, twice, three times, then four, then he stopped. "Oh shit. I'm 50."
"Wow. Are you fucking serious? I would have never guessed that at all!" Once again at an inconvenient moment, Ron came by. "Everything good?" "Ron, do you believe this guy is 50! He doesn't look 50 at all!" Ron just grunted, "sure Graham."
Alex was mortified. Graham was loving it. Graham knew this was going to turn into something. Alex wanted something that he wasn't sure he could Ð or should - have.
Graham left Iowa. A 12 year old boy whose parents disowned him and kicked him out of his home. "Who the fuck does this?" Graham said to himself. He found a place to crash for the night in a shed behind an empty house on the street. It was cold. It was April, but it still was cold in Cedar Rapids, especially at night. Graham really didn't sleep anyway. He spent part of the night crying, part of it feeling scared and part of it angry. He had to come up with a plan. By morning, he figured out the best plan he could come up with. He was going to rob his parent's house.
Graham knew that his father kept a large amount of cash in the house from church services. He just needed to get in and grab it. He felt bad at first, but then realized these are the people who kicked their own son out of the house, and that his parishioners probably thought he was a hero for doing so. He had to wait one more day, until Saturday, when the church had their big mega-service. Most of the neighborhood went to that service. He could slip in during service grab the cash and some other stuff and never bee seen.
The time came to put his plan into action. Graham dashed over to his former home. He grabbed the key his mother kept in a flower pot by the side door. He went in and went right to his father's office for the cash. He was feeling a little guilty, but had to keep reminding himself how awful these parents of his were. When he opened the drawer where the money was, it was loaded. He grabbed it all. He went to his room and grabbed some more clothes and an actual duffel bag to use, instead of the grocery bag his father handed him with just three pairs of underwear in it, his toothbrush and two pairs of socks. After he took as much clothing as he could stuff into the duffel, he headed out. He stopped just before he left.
He had to do one more thing. He went to the office and grabbed a marker. He went into the kitchen and wrote in big letters on the refrigerator, `May God have Mercy on you'. It was his last fuck you to his asshole parents.
Alex and Graham were walking back from the pub. Alex had ordered a bunch of extra food for Graham's friends and some of the other guys in the park. Ron was much less wary when Alex paid the bill and left a 100% tip.
"I have to tell the boys where I'm going. It's how we watch out for one another." Graham explained as he told Alex to stay on the sidewalk. "We're going somewhere? Alex asked. "Dude! I'm going home with you tonight." Graham said as if Alex should have already known that Ð even though it hadn't been discussed.
"OK then. I guess." "You don't have a choice now. If nothing else, I'm sleeping in a warm, comfy bed tonight." Alex couldn't argue with that.
Only `residents' were allowed in the camp. When he got to the tent, Bando wasn't there, but Isaac was. "Hey Graham! Bando is tricking. Whatcha got?" "Burgers, fries, onion rings, rolls and some other stuff. Keep what you want for you and Bando and share the rest." Graham handed Isaac the bags of food. Isaac was ecstatic.
"Are you too going somewhere?" "Yeppers! I'm gonna get this guy in bed finally. Or at least get into his bed, whatever." Graham exclaimed, maybe too loudly. "How much?" asked Isaac. "Hmmm, we didn't talk about that. I guess I should on the way over, huh?" "I guess. He seems like he's got a lot of money." Isaac said. "He definitely does. OK, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be at the St. Regis. Here's his business card. Do the usual, call the hotel in, oh, 90 minutes and ask for him. If they don't put the call through, or he doesn't answer, call his cell phone on the card. I'm sure I'll be fine. You know the code if I'm not."
"Wow, the St. Regis? That's big time man! Have fun!"
"We're all good?" asked Alex. "Yeppers!" Alex figured out this was a catch phrase for Graham. They walked to the hotel and chatted on the way. They said nothing really serious or consequential, just a bunch of small talk. Alex was becoming more comfortable with the whole situation. A double bourbon contributed to that, but he also really wanted this boy. He felt a real connection to this kid. Even though he was super nervous about walking through the lobby with a 15 year old, obviously homeless kid.
Graham was feeling really good about things. He was pretty excited to get with this guy. He didn't plan to ask for money like he usually would. Somehow, Graham felt like this was something different. He thought he should try to play the long game. Maybe it will be one night, maybe it will be more, "I've gotta play this one right."
Alex built up the nerve to finally ask a key question that was also on his mind beyond his attraction, "so, how much is this going to cost me?" "Wow. No beating around the bush there, huh?" Graham seemed a little offended.
Alex stopped walking and stood in front of Graham.
"Look, you have totally caught my attention. You have occupied some part of my mind for most of the day. I had to come back and find you. You're fucking adorable! And I love this whole cocky attitude thing, yet you seem so sweet. I have no idea what your story is, or why you're being so nice to me. I'm old enough to be your father two times over! So, pardon me if I think I'm just going to have a fling with a hustler who needs some cash. I don't mean that in any way other than I just want to cover my bases and, well, protect myself. If this is just a gig for you, that's fine, I just want to know. I mean, what the fuck else could it be when a teenage boy wants to hang out with an old guy? I have no idea what I'm thinking. Ugh!!"
Alex realized he might have been a little loud as a couple that walked by shot him a very concerned look.
Graham stared for a moment at a very exasperated Alex. He couldn't be upset with him for saying what he did. After all, this is kind of how Graham has been operating for the last few years. Graham was a hustler trying to score cash, or dinner, or a room for the night. This guy was different and he didn't know why. He looked up at Alex, put his hand on his shoulder and stepped closer to him.
"You're right about a lot of that. This is how I've kept myself alive for the last three years. You're right. I AM a hustler, I HAVE to be. I've tried hard to avoid it, but it has to happen. Otherwise, bad things will happen to me and I've worked too hard to keep them from happening. I meant it when I called you handsome. You're probably the hottest guy that I've ever met in this city Ð of any age! If I wasn't into you, I'd have just asked for money and went about my business. I have kept this whole thing up all night because I wanted to get to know you and yes, I definitely want to fuck you. I really want to fuck you. But I want to cuddle afterwards. I want to wake up and have breakfast in bed with you. I want you to come find me in the park again someday. Obviously, you want something since you came back tonight. When you gave me your card, I was hooked. So lets go have some fun. Please."
At this point Graham's eyes watered up. Alex wiped away a tear and said, "OK, let's go. Let's just chill out and have a nice night together." Alex said reassuringly. "I have champagne!" They both laughed and hugged. It was the first time they actually touched each other.
"Oh, and you need a fucking shower, kid."
As they approached the hotel, Alex had a realization. "Fuck, I can't just walk into the hotel with you." "Huh?" said a confused Graham.
"I'm sure walking into hotels with you're other tricks is fine. This is where I stay every fucking week. They know me there. It's my home away from home. They know I don't have a kid and this will look pretty, um, questionable."
Graham looked concerned, but also was thinking Alex was right. Most of his tricks were one offs in town for a weekend or something, not a dude who practically lives here.
"I have an idea!" Graham exclaimed. He spotted a Chinese restaurant across the street. He grabbed Alex's hand and ran him over to it.
"Have you ever had food delivered?" "Wow, you're a fucking genius." "Street smarts, baby!"
"I have ordered food and I usually tell the desk to let them up to the room, so this is perfect." Alex handed Graham five twenties. "Get whatever you want. I like pork lo mein." I know neither of us are hungry, but it will make for a great midnight snack."
"Dude, it's 11:30, but I know what you mean. I'll be there in 20 minutes." Perfect. Remember, last name Ryder. I'm in suite 2205."
"Wow, a fucking suite. I can't wait."
The plan worked flawlessly. Graham wasn't even given a second look when Alex told the doorman that he was expecting a delivery.
When Alex got to the room, he took a deep breath. "I'm either going to have a great night and go to jail, or I'm going to have a great night and take this kid home with me." He was still a little nervous, but now it was more about being whatever this kid wants or likes. Alex was thinking Graham had to be fairly experienced, being that he had to have sex to earn money. Of course there was no way Graham was as experienced as he was. Alex sighed. He kind of felt bad for the kid. Alex was both nervous and happy. Something felt really right about this.
Alex was always a sexual being. From his very first sexual encounter with a landscaper at his parent's house to his high school years tricking with any boy he could have to his adulthood and professional years, he was always most focused on tending to his insatiable sexual appetite.
When he was 14, Alex would sit by the window of his bedroom watching the `landscaper boy' as he called him do his work around the yard. The boy was tall, had blonde, sun-bleached hair and was clearly well built from having such a physical job. Landscaper boy sometimes wore a white t-shirt, but was usually shirtless. He always wore tight pale denim jeans covered in the dirt of his work.
Alex watched landscaper boy intently every week. He managed to avoid getting caught while he jerked himself off at the window watching the hot boy work. He always had to finish before landscaper boy would come to get water from the hose. That was right beneath his window and he'd be very obvious to the boy if he overstayed his time there.
It was probably inevitable, but Alex would eventually get caught in his voyeurism. And that day finally came early that summer. Alex hadn't timed his jerk off session well and was caught up in his climax just as landscaper boy was coming to the water spigot. When Alex opened his eyes, he looked up and instantly froze in horror. Landscaper boy was standing at the window looking at the half naked boy sitting there with cum all over himself. Alex started to stammer, "uh, um, IÉ" Landscaper boy just put his finger to his lips, and went "shhhhh."
At that moment, landscaper boy turned on the water and drank from the hose as he usually did. He then he doused himself with water, also as he usually did, only this time splashing it through the screen, seemingly on purpose, onto Alex. He stared right at Alex with a stern, piercing stare. Alex just sat there, frozen in position as the landscaper boy put on his show. Alex was still holding his cum-covered cock in his hand, sporting a hard on once again.
Landscaper boy motioned to Alex to open the screen. Alex broke his gaze and unlatched the screen and slid it out of the way. Conveniently, the windows were the kinds that were about a foot and a half from the ground. Landscaper boy stepped right up to the window and opened his pants. He had no underwear on and his cock, which seemed huge to Alex since he'd never actually seen one in person, flopped out on its way to being fully erect.
Alex had no idea what to do. Should he reach out and touch it? Just sit there? Did he want him to suck it? So, he just sat there. Landscaper boy started to jerk on his now hard cock. He spit down on it and kept jerking at a pretty fast pace. Alex was mesmerized by the show. As he watched, salivating at the sight of this hot boy's jerk off performance, he felt his own cock twitch. He was ready to cum again. Just as he noticed that, he felt the warm ropes of thick cum splashing all over him. It was in his hair, on his face, all over him. He was doused in it. Landscaper boy has blasted a huge load all over the young teen in the window. He shook the last few drops out and the pulled his pant back up, zipped them and stepped away. He waved and walked away.
Alex fell to the floor and just lay there, covered in landscaper boys cum. He tasted it. He rubbed it all over himself. Aside from the places that would be obvious, Alex didn't wash off any of landscaper boys gift to him. He eventually went to bed that night dreaming of what might come next with his new friend. It would turn out to be a pretty amazing summer.