Date: Thu, 17 Jun 1999 17:47:48 -0500
From: Babykake <bk@babykake-usa.com>
Subject: Independance Day, A Love Story, Chapter 2

"Independence Day"
A Love Story
written by
Babykake
Copyright babykake-usa.com 1999

Disclaimer:
All characters in the story are fictional, they exist in my mind and in
everyone's mind that reads this story.
Any resemblance between the characters of this story and real life people
are completely coincidental.

Chapter Two

    Paul wakes up from an uneasy sleep hearing Doreen talking to the
Ministers Office scheduling an appointment for that morning. Paul rolls over
on his back and sigh's "Tom", barely audible but still loud enough to be
heard with Doreen's telephone conversation. Paul bounds out of bed when he
hears Doreen say they would be there in an hour.

    "I said I would make the appointment!" Paul scolds.

    "Well," Doreen whines, "I just thought that I'd get it ready for you,
and make the appointment for us, so we can go shopping afterwards."

    Paul bounds into the shower successfully hiding his erection. With the
water running he can have a little privacy and contemplate the last 24
hours, not to mention the next few. He starts to remember the show performed
for him earlier by Tom. He starts to caress his taut chest and abdomen with
his soap filled luffa, filling his crotch with soap, and stroking his
manhood. Enjoying the feeling of his manipulation, replaying over and over
in his mind the events of last night. His body shudders as the foreskin
slips over the head of his meat. He strokes faster and faster until his body
starts quaking, shuddering, and volley after volley erupt from deep inside
of him. He almost collapses on the shower floor when the bathroom door slams
open.

    "WILL YOU HURRY UP!!!" Doreen demands, "we have to be there in
45 minutes!"
    
    "GET A FUCKING GRIP! I'm almost done." Paul shouts back, filled with
rage and fear that Dor had seen him cum. Paul bounds out of the shower and
heads to his closet. He dry's himself off and pulls out his favorite jock
strap, a pair of sweatpants, and an oversized T-shirt. Slips into his
sneakers, walks out of the closet, grabs his wallet and keys and proclaims,
"I'm ready."

    Doreen turns and gasps in horror, "You're NOT wearing that to meet with
the Minister!"

    Paul stops, turns around and walk's right up to her, face to face. With
pointer finger lightly poking her chest, "We are not married yet so don't
presume you can tell me what I can and can't wear!" Paul grabs his duffel
bag and heads to the door. "I'm going to the gym after the Ministers office,
so HURRY-UP!!!

    Paul slams the car door, not caring that it's her car, cussing at
himself for having his car picked up for repairs early that morning, leans
his head back and sigh's, "I don't want to marry this bitch!"

* * * * *


    Tom stands and stretches under the hot shower, trying to work out the
kinks from falling asleep on the love seat. His back all contorted with
knotted muscles and leaning to the left, he realizes that he isn't gonna
feel any better till he gets some professional help. He call's work and
tells them the situation, (it helps being one of the bosses) gets dressed
and heads out the door, carefully crawling into the car, he heads to Paul
and Doreen's house.  Secretly hoping he could entice Paul into coming along
to the gym with him. Tom turns the corner to Paul and Doreen's and realizes
there is no cars in the drive. Heat broken Tom drives on to the Gym. "Why am
I feeling like this?" Tom asks himself, "Paul's is marrying Doreen, not him,
and besides Paul isn't even gay."

    Tom ponders the thoughts and feelings he has and even goes as far as to
think that he should tell his friend to find someone else to be best man for
the wedding. Tom pulls into The Club's parking lot, and notices only two
cars there, and neither one he recognizes. Parks his car and carefully,
painfully, and oh so tenderly he pulls his wrenched body from it's seat and
heads into The Club.

    "Good Morning!" Tom hears a cheery welcome from a young man behind the
counter. "Where's Pop's?" Tom asks as he limps up to the reception desk.

    "Mr. Paterson sold The Club to Antonio Minelli, retired body builder
from Italy.

    "Are you even open?" Tom asks as he eye's over the young kid behind the
counter.

    "Oh sure we are, do you have a membership?" the lad asks.

    "Sure do, the name is Tom Marx."

    With that the lad flitters over to the filing cabinet and opens the
drawer marked "M". Tom notices the lad is wearing White spandex pants that
are almost transparent, and a black T-shirt that is cut off just below the
shoulder blades. The young lad stands there overly obviously shifting his
weight form side to side as to accentuate his tight little ass.

    "Ah, hear we are." the lad proclaims, closes the drawer and turns to
face Tom.

    Tom's gasps as he sees the young mans package for the first time, as he
say's to himself with the lad approaching,"this kid is hung more than I am,"
as Tom repositions his own jockstrap which is quickly filling to it's
maximum capacity.

    "I'm Chris, you Guide for your stay at the Club Minelli, will you follow
me please."

    '"Guide?'" Tom thought, "oh shit, what kind of place has this turned out
to be?"

    As Chris walks in front of Tom, Chris stops, picks up a stack of towels
and heads into the locker room, opens a locker and tells Tom to put his
street clothes in here and to put this robe on. The terry Cloth Robe was
barely long enough to cover a mans crotch. on the back of the robe were the
words "Men of Minelli" embossed in black. Tom slips out of the shirt with
great difficulty. Chris notices the pain on Tom's face and says, "Let me
help you sir." With Tom's shirt off, Chris starts to massage the aching
muscles in his shoulders.

    "Wow, you are all in knots sir," Chris states, " I think you need the
full body treatment before you precede with any work out regimen today, that
is if Mr. Minelli thinks you are able to work-out."
    
    "What do you mean IF he lets me?" Tom quizzically asks.

    As Chris slides Tom's skin tight 501's off his sculptured body from
behind Tom, "Mr. Minelli is also a physician, specializing in sports
medicine and related injuries." Then Chris comes around to the front of Tom
and suppresses a gasp, "and may I say sir," while reaching for the terry
cloth robe, "your body is far too beautiful to cover up, but rules are
rules, so let me help you into this robe and follow me."

    Tom had a hard time keeping his erection from getting harder and was
glad they were heading to the sauna. Stepping into the room, the pungent
odor of chlorine and male musk envelope his senses.

    "Excuse me sir," Chris says, "I think we will start off with the
Jacuzzi, then go on to the sauna for your full rub down."

    "Sure," Tom says, "You're the expert." With that Chris turns to him and
flashes him the biggest smile, a smile that looked like he had never before
received a compliment before in his young life. Chris helps Tom off with his
robe and helps him step into the bubbling water. Tom sits down on the first
ledge letting his body adjust to the waters temperature.

    "Sir, I think you would feel better, I mean you will get more from the
water if you go one step lower and let the water work on your shoulders."
Chris suggests.

    Tom not wanting to let the free spirit of this young lad be dampened by
the fact that he was already thinking of that, looks up tot he lad and say,
"What an excellent Idea." Slowly, cautiously, and ever so gently, he moves a
ledge lower. The water comes up and rushes over Tom's aching muscles,
soaking most of his long hair. Tom is a little uncomfortable for he has
nothing to lean up against. Like Chris was reading his mind, he slips into
the water, and pulls Tom's torso between his legs so Tom can relax.
Immediately Tom felt a massive pole throbbing against his back, Chris still
had his spandex on. The head of Chris's enormous erection was sticking above
the waistband of the spandex.

    Tom leans his head back and pulls rests his head against the chest of
Chris, Chris raps his arms around Tom and gently caresses Tom's arms.
Kneading the muscles and relaxing the tension. Then gently moves his
attention to his squared off pecs. Carefully massaging his nipples and
paying close attention to Tom's increasing, laborious breathing. Once Chris
has fully relaxed Tom's chest, he moves down to knead the muscles of his
stomach, slowing and carefully getting closer and closer to Tom's raging
phallus.

    Tom whispers to Chris, "why don't you take off those shorts and get as
comfortable as you have made me?"

    "I'm sorry sir," Chris whispers back, "we aren't allowed to be naked
while in the presence of our customers. Just relax sir, and let me take
over, after all, I am the expert."

    Tom settles back against Chris as he is given the best massage of his
life. Slowly Chris moves his hand in slow circular motion along his chest,
playing with the hair on his chest, and all the while humming some soft tune
that was unrecognizable, some kind of lullaby, that was causing Tom to
become putty in the lads hand, but no way being able to ignore the fact that
Chris's Massive erection was still throbbing against Tom's back. Chris
continued massaging Tom. Carefully pulling on the arms and rubbing the
muscles back and forth, with his hands never leaving Tom's body, he moves
back to the chiseled pecs. By now, with all the attention, his nipples are
fully erect. With every pass of his hands on Tom's nipples, sent a shock
wave through his body, from head to toe. Moving on to the washboard abs,
using his fingers like little feet, goes up and down the muscle structure,
simulating the action of climbing a ladder. Then dragging his hands back up
to Tom's arms, he would start the routine all over, and over and over again.
All this attention had caused Tom to build such a massive erection that he
thought for sure his dick would burst.

    Chris nuzzles into Tom's ear and says, "I think you are ready to move on
to the second step Mr. Marx."

    "Oh Yes!" Tom pleads, "Yes, please!!!"

    "Stand up Mr. Marx." As Tom sets up, he hears Chris getting out of the
water. Tom turns just in time to see Chris try unsuccessfully to stuff his
massive erection back into his spandex. Tom steps out of the water and walks
over to Chris with his own erection noticeably throbbing with every beat of
his heart. Standing in front of the young man, taking Chris's hips in hand,
he lids to his knees removing his Chris's spandex as he goes to his knees,
and in one fell swoop, engulfs Chris's manhood to the base where the hairs
tickle his nose and the musk is intoxicatingly fresh. Chris pulls away and
yanks his shorts back up around his waist.

    Tom looks up noticeably confused, "What the Fuck?" Tom just sits there
on his haunches, arms out too his side in total and complete confusion.

    Chris joins Tom on his knees, tenderly taking his face in Chris's hands
and kisses Tom on the lips, and gently backs away. "I'm sorry Mr. Marx, sir,
under normal circumstances I would love to enjoy you, but... " with tears
streaming down his face, "if I got caught, I'd loose my job."

    Tom's heart melts, tenderly taking the young mans chin in his hand,
wiping the tears away, he kisses him again and says, "How 'bout after work?"

    With a gleam in Chris's brown eye's, and a smile comparable to that
which he flashed after the first compliment, "pick me up at 8:00 pm across
the street. But for now, let's move on to the second phase of your
treatment." With that, Chris holds out his hand and helps Tom stand to his
feet. Taking the towel and starts drying off Tom's sculptured body. Drying
the water off of his back, chest, arms legs, using the towel to softly dry
and caress Tom's pear shaped ass, he turns Tom around so that Chris is eye
level to him, and in one momentous movement engulfs Tom's throbbing manhood,
pulls off while flicking the head with his tongue, looks up to Tom and says,
"One good turn deserves another, lets move on to the sauna."

    Chris takes Tom's hand and leads him to the sauna. On the way to the
sauna, Tom notices low lit rooms with satin covered beds. These rooms used
to be closed to all, with padlocks on the doors. Tom wonders what the rooms
used to have in them. The rooms, some lit with red lamps, some with blue,
and others in white green and black lights, all soft, all warm, and all
romantic. They walk in to the sauna. Chris takes off Tom's robe and hangs it
on the hook. The steam was so dense, as walking into a fog bank, whipped up
from the mixing bowl of pea soup. Tom feels a hand on his shoulder, ever so
lightly, guides him to a bench in the room. Tom is handed a towel and he
folds it up and lay's it by his head. Tom is laying on his back and feels
the familiar touch of Chris as he starts to caress his chest, clockwise and
then counterclockwise. Tickling his nipples and start in again with the work
on his pectoral muscles. Moving down his abs, he plays with the rippling
cords of strength jumping like they have a live of there own, Working lower,
and lower, Chris works over Tom's hip bones. Coming ever so close to Tom's
pubic forest, and his monster phallus, raging, coursing and throbbing for
release. Chris works his way past Tom's temptation and starts working
tenderly on his legs, down to his knee's and on to his feet. Chris starts to
work one foot at a time. Kneading them like a loaf of bread dough. Pulling
his toes, and moving them back and fourth, totally relaxing Tom like he
never has been before. Chris starts on the other foot, giving it the same
attention. Then working his other calf over and working back up to his
crotch. By now his erection is leaking a steady flow. Tom hears a voice
whisper, "Role over." Tom roles over onto his back, and feels a male body
straddle his back and work over his shoulders. Working out the knots that
his bad sleep has caused, lower and lower, he works out the kinks. Tom feels
the man get of his back and then start on his thigh. lower and lower he
works. Tom feels the pressure of his own erection press against the table as
his foot is raised to be worked again. Then lowered and the other give the
same tenderness. Tom feels a pool of condensation and sweat gather on the
lower part of his back. The man standing at the end of the bench, picks up
his feet and kisses the souls of each foot. Then working up his other leg,
and finally coming up to his ass. Tom arches his back and the pool of sweat
that was building up in his back run down his ass. Tom hears Chris sigh.
Then with all restraint thrown too the wind Chris dives in ad starts licking
Tom's ass clean. Tom goes crazy, bucking and squirming he flails around like
a fish on a hook. Tom grinds his erection into the table as Chris's tongue
finds it's target and gets it's reward. With the power of a nuclear
explosion, Tom's seed erupt's with such force while lying on the bench, He
felt like his dick has spit in two. Minutes went by and Tom lay there on the
bench, dripping with sweat, the smell of his own orgasm filling his
nostrils, and Chris had just disappeared. Tom lay's there relaxing and
planning his return treat to Chris, about five minutes after they get back
to Tom's house tonight.

    Tom stirs and try's to get up, a hand comes out of the mist, a strong
hand, muscular, firm. Then a voice, "I'm Antonio Minelli, I hope you enjoyed
your work-out. All Tom could do is grunt in response. Mr. Minelli helps Tom
to the shower where Chris is waiting. Chris seats Tom in a chair in the
middle of the shower. Chris leans over and whispers, "I hope you enjoyed the
full body treatment, Mr. Minelli walked in seconds after you stopped
squirming. We cut it close!"

    "You ain't kiddin'." Tom exhaustingly sighs.  After the shower, Chris
dries Tom off with a warm towel and helps him get dressed.  "See you at 8:00
pm sharp, Chris, and don't make any plans for the rest of the night." Tom
winks at Chris as he leaves The Club Minelli, and heads out the door.


* * * * * *

The Minister's Office

    Paul is shuffling his weight from one side of his ass to the other, not
nervous about the meeting with the Reverend Harper, but more nervous about
marrying Doreen. She sits next to him in the reception room, chatting away
with some other soon to be bride. Her pathetic soon to be Bridegroom was
listening to the womens dribble like his own world revolved around every
word the pathetic woman uttered out of her mouth. Tom gazed around the room,
he was the only one not basking in the pre-maratial bliss. The couple across
him and Doreen were practically making out in there seats. Tom was disgusted
with he whole scene. He decided that he wasn't going any further with the
marriage to Doreen next week or ever. Right here and now Paul would make his
Independence from this whiny cunt and call it off. This is a farce he states
to himself, I can't lie to myself anymore. Paul stands up and say, "Doreen!"
All eye's fall on him, Paul takes a deep breath and sigh's,

    "Paul, Doreen, the minister will see you now." Came a voice that cut
through the silence like a bomb going off in a cemetery. Paul's soul fell to
the very depths of the souls of his feet. He slumps on towards the Office
door behind Doreen as Doreen hurries off into the Ministers office, and
Closes the door in Paul's face. He stands there, dumb-founded, turns and
walks out of the Office with a look of a "B" rated movie zombie,
expressionless, lost, bewildered. He grabs his gym bag from Doreen's car and
heads down the street.

    Stopping at the bus stop, he sits and stares across the streams of cars
going by. Across the street, he notices two grew haired men in a Lincoln
pull up to the corner, the passenger leans over and gives the driver a kiss
on the lips, then pulls himself out of the car and enters the building. The
driver waits amid honking and cussing to keep moving , and didn't move till
his lover was in the building and out of site. At that very moment Paul knew
in his heart of hearts what he wanted.

    The bus pulls up and Paul gets on, suddenly he hears Doreen's voice
calling out, "Paul! Where do you think you are going?" The bus's doors close
just as Doreen and the minister get to the bus.

    "Paul! GET OFF THAT BUS RIGHT NOW!!!" Doreen screams.

    Paul looks at the minister, then Doreen, the bus lunges forward as Paul
mouths the words, "FUCK YOU BITCH!!!" so perfectly pronounced and totally
silent that who ever saw Paul's lips could read them, and read them Doreen
did. As the bus pulls away form the stop, he could see Doreen sobbing in the
arms of the Minister, he laughs to himself and sets out a plan to Romance
his friend, All or nothing Paul decides, All or Nothing!

    Paul sets out to Doreen as fast as he can, all he wants is his clothes.
Walking out the door, he leaves Doreen's house key and car key by the phone,
and walks out of the house and Doreen's life for good.

    Getting to Tom's house, he lets himself in and heads to the shower,
stripping while he goes, and enters the bedroom stark naked shouting,
"I LOVE YOU TOM!!!!" Paul goes into the shower and gets ready for the
evening of truth.

* * * * * *
Hey every body, you now have the first and second chapters for
this story of Love. Check back after July Fourth and you can read all three.
Enjoy, bk