Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 11:25:53 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Airport Voyeur by Adam Bricker - Chapter 3 - A/Y, AF Copyright 2000-2003 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ What's New at TomCup.com? 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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ************************************************************************ Airport Voyeur By Adam P. Bricker adambrick@tomcup.com Chapter 3 -- Ask Anything You Will I choked on the drink, and sputtered all over Fernando and Paulo. I had to start breathing again. If this guy was my life insurance beneficiary he could have collected right then. Compared to these guys I was very Victorian, puritan and backwards. What had I gotten into? "Adam, are you okay?" Fernando asked. "If that's a problem I'll sleep in the other room," said Philippe. "He'll be okay, father, you just scared him," chimed in Paulo. "I don't know how to take all this! I'm not used to sharing so quickly with people I've just met, and as a bachelor that travels by himself, I'm not used to sharing my room or bed." I paused, and took a drink, again. I turned to Philippe. "I'm not saying I don't want you to sleep in the bed with me. You just caught me off guard. I'm certainly willing to share my bed with you Philippe, it is your father's suite and you've been very gracious to share it with me. I apologize if I've given you the impression that I don't appreciate it." I kind of ran out of steam and didn't know what else to say at this point. My face was flushed, and I don't think you could blame the alcohol at this point. "Adam," Fernando said, "I don't feel that you have been unappreciative in the least. And we certainly have enough room in the other bedroom with the two double beds. Philippe was going to sleep with you because we felt you would enjoy it; but, if you are uncomfortable, don't feel obligated. We may have pushed you faster than you were ready for, and we apologize to you." Again that soft accent, gosh it was like fingers brushing the back of my shoulder, just gentle and peaceful. This man knew how to touch me without invading my space. "You mean this sleeping arrangement is okay with you?" I asked, "Paulo coming into my room this morning doesn't bother you? Having his shower with me was okay?" I was being blunt, direct and I was at a loss as to how to ask these questions in some politically correct or subtle fashion. They had all confounded me so much in the last day and a half. "Adam, you seem to be a gentle man, who appreciates the friendship that we would like to share with you and I am not concerned about how you will treat my boys. You are a man who has a lot of love to share. I don't believe that you have found anyone for that love yet and you're afraid of what other people will think of you. In most public situations you are probably right to be guarded; but, here with the boys and me you can relax. We love you and will only do for you or with you what is good for you." I was trying to control my breathing. I know I was still beet red, and the flush was creeping down under my collar. I downed what was left in my water glass. "You certainly dump a lot on a guy that you've just met. I don't mean to push you off, you've just startled me, and I haven't known how to handle it. This is not what I normally encounter when I travel." These guys were creating change in my life like I had never known. Their love was unsettling. Not a bad unsettling, but their openness and unconditional love was just not normal. We all build up walls around our emotions to deal with the lack of love and caring from others. When you get hit by this much love you don't have the social skills to handle it. At least, I didn't! "I understand that in a very short time of knowing us we have opened ourselves to you probably more than anyone else ever has. We're not sure of the time we have together, but we know that we all trust you and want you to know how much we love you. Ask anything you will, questions, money, sex or support and you will receive what we have. If you ask us to leave or back off from what we have done, we will do it. We don't generally get this close to anyone else when we travel. We have merely found you to be more open than you believe yourself to be, and more in need of our love." "What father says goes for all of us. Of course, Paulo may be an imp but he really cares for you and wants to love you like the rest of us," said Philippe. He placed his hand on my arm and just left it there. I placed my arm around Philippe's shoulder. I started to cry. I didn't really know why. They had just gotten to me in ways that no one had ever done before, in fact no one had every tried getting into me on these issues. I guess over the years I figured no one cared. It was a man's job to suck it up, be tough and move on. I pulled Philippe closer, and cried. Paulo scrambled under the booth's table, outside into the aisle and jumped up on the other side of me. He hugged me from the other side and I sat up a bit and leaned his way and placed the other arm around his shoulder also. There I sat in the restaurant booth holding two boys; boys, who two days ago I had never seen. Now they seemed like the most important part of my life. Fernando leaned over the table and placed his hand on my left arm to join with all of us. I just looked up into his face and continued to cry. How could this man know me so well, and love me so much that he would give me anything that I asked? With both hands full of boy I couldn't reach my napkin to mop up my tears, and that didn't seem to matter to Fernando, the boys and by this point I didn't care either. Eventually, I calmed down. I sat back and the boys kind of snuggled next to me. I looked at Fernando and said, "What do we do now?" "I'd suggest we order dinner, Fernando said, "We're probably all hungry and you're going to need your energy to keep up with these two boys. We can work out the rest while we eat, and we'll take it as it comes." "Yeah, I'm hungry," said Paulo. "I've seen you eat, how can you always be hungry. You eat more than me," I said. He looked up and said, "I'm just a growing boy." The grin that he gave me just cracked me up. It was the comic relief that we all needed. I shadow-boxing punched both boys and we started a friendly fight. Fernando left us to our play and got the attention of the waiter. I started tickling Philippe. And Paulo started tickling me. That kid's not stupid. Did you ever think that only people who are ticklish would even think about tickling someone else? Makes sense doesn't it? So I had to turn around and defend the rear. When the waiter got there we were laughing so hard it was hard to settle down and give our orders. Somehow between our laughter we made ourselves understood. Dinner was good. It wasn't five star gourmet, but the company made the food taste outstanding. I was sort of floating by this point. I didn't know what had happened to me, and I didn't want to ruin it. Here was a man and two boys that loved me. They would do whatever I wanted and were asking for nothing in return. I should be asking the devil's advocate questions, "why?" "What do you want?" "What's in it for you?" "What will it cost?" Instead I was afraid that I'd wake up and the dream would vanish. I paid the bill. In fact, I fought to get the check. I would have paid ten times the price of that meal just to have the experience that I had had in the past thirty hours. We left the restaurant and walked back to the motel. Philippe was holding my hand all the way back. Paulo was riding on his father's shoulders. And I was walking very close to Fernando. I told you before, and now it meant even more; this man made me weak in the knees. I wanted to hug him, squeeze him and be held by him. All of a sudden there was a bond with this man like I have never had with another man. He could have asked me to go back to Spain and right now I would have done it. We waved to the desk clerk. He probably thought we were just pleasantly drunk. But I'm sure that by this point the alcohol was out of my system. I'd stopped at the second drink, but I felt much higher than I've ever been. The muzac was playing in the elevator. Diane Shuur was singing, "For the first time, in a long time, I'm in love." I really could identify with that. I've heard the song before and thought it was good jazz, but now it expressed how I felt and I probably would get the CD to play it over and over. We went into room 1402, and I sat on the couch. Fernando picked up the house phone and placed a wake up call for tomorrow morning for both of us, and I found the boys on both sides of me on the couch. I was emotionally exhausted, but also excited. I didn't want to go to bed, but I needed to get some rest before tomorrow. I wanted to hold these two boys on both sides of me, but I also wanted to be held. I wanted to know more about these three but I also just wanted to sit quietly in their arms. Fernando came over to the couch. He picked up Paulo and threw him playfully on to the laps of Philippe and myself, while he sat down next to me. "I'm not going to miss out on the group sitting over there in the chair," he said. He laid his arm around my shoulder and leaned in to me. He grabbed my head from the backside and pulled me toward him. With a boy on one side and another on my lap, he gave me a kiss. He placed his lips gently and firmly on mine. He took his time. We'd both just finished dinner together so the flavors I was experiencing I knew where they came from. He pushed his tongue through my lips and started exploring my mouth. I began returning what he was giving. His right hand was moving up my leg from the knee over my lap and into my crotch. He wasn't bashful about what he was saying, even though he was saying it silently. I was responding in ways you would expect. The boys had not left. They sat beside me or lay on my lap just watching what the men were doing. They weren't embarrassed. This wasn't what happened in my family. I'd never had this happen, but I wasn't about to resist in any way. If this was a dream I was never waking up. If it wasn't a dream I wasn't leaving. God made us to experience joy, and I had found it. This was a religious experience like I'd never had. "Let's go to the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable," Fernando said. "Yeah, let's go get comfortable," said Paulo. "Come on little one, let them go in while we get ready for bed," said Philippe. The two boys sort of untangled themselves from me and left the sitting room. They went to their bedroom and Fernando and I were still lip-locked. We both stood up together. That's an acrobatic exercise if you've ever tried it, both at once. Fernando wasn't letting me go. We walked into my bedroom while still holding each other. Standing there next to the bed, he started unbuttoning my shirt. I started on his. I've always wanted to do this. Traveling by yourself can leave you with unfulfilled fantasies and this was one of them. He un-did my belt and then the buckle of my trousers. I slipped out of my shoes and let the pants fall down. Fernando pulled the two of us together closer. The feeling of his warm body against mine, that is a once in a lifetime experience, the first time that it happens. I think my body will always remember the feel of his body against mine for the first time. Fingers are for feeling, but here my chest was feeling his chest, my arms his arms, my hands on his back and his hands on mine. The English language lacks words for some of this experience. My hands came down his back and I loosened his pants and they fell down to the floor. My hands slid down to hold his ass through his underwear. Like Paulo said, I like briefs and these were special because they held Fernando. He was exploring my briefs. He started in the back, caressing my rear and then came around to the front cupping my balls and stroking my cock through the briefs. I wasn't going to need to clean up after this cause it would all by in my briefs in a minute. "Let's move to the bed," he said. "Are the boys okay," I asked breathlessly. "They'll join us in a little while if you'd like," he said. "Yeah," is all I could say. Words were failing me. We lay on the bed and held each other. I've never held another man like this. I didn't know what to do, but I didn't feel awkward with Fernando. He was being so gentle and understanding with me. We just lay there together holding. For right now, that was exactly what I needed. Eventually, I noticed arms holding me from the back. Philippe was behind me and Paulo was on the other side of Fernando. I was being held by both Fernando and Philippe. I had tears leaking out of my eyes again. I wasn't sobbing, just crying with the total emotions I was experiencing. I've never been held like this. Never been loved like this. And I was afraid it would stop. I'm not going to describe the rest of last night. I know you're mad at me for that, but my first experience with the three of them was sacred to me. I don't want to cheapen it with what in high school we would have called "kiss-and-tell." I didn't sleep that much last night but I wasn't exactly tired when the 6am wake up call came. Fernando and I both picked up boys and placed them back in the bed and pulled the cover up and tucked them in. They looked so peaceful. They'd been up rather late and they deserved the chance to sleep in. Fernando and I went over to his room to shower, shave and dress. This we did together with little embarrassment on my part. I guess after last night I could handle more intimacy than I had before. We went down to breakfast, and the chef was just as perky this morning as he had been the day before. But that morning, I found it really appropriate. The entire world should feel as I did. The sunshine was merely the small indication of how good life was. I could have spent hours down here at breakfast, but we both had jobs to do today. Respecting the public place we were in Fernando shook hands as we parted at the motel door. But like before he held on longer than normal: in fact, longer than before but that wasn't disconcerting to me now. I went to follow up on the plans I had made with my client the day before. The day before we had design the strategy that needed our focus, today we identified the specific tasks that needed to be done. We appointed people to champion each area and set a timeline for completion. With a champion for each area we also determined the amount of money that each action would yield for the client. After lunch we worked out which vendors and suppliers needed contacting, what our strategy with the major creditors would be, when we would schedule meetings with them and that sort of determined my next visit. The day both dragged and moved quickly. I could hardly wait to get back to the motel, for what might be my last night with Fernando and the boy. And yet, so much was happening here at the client's that I could hardly get everything completed before five o'clock came. One of the people assigned to a major part of the project was Andy Beech. Andy was originally from Chicago and had come down here after college to work with a local accounting firm. After a couple years with public accounting he was looking for a permanent place to land and someone that would appreciate him. We had talked about many things over lunch and his was an interesting story. "Adam, can I work with you on this project through email, so that we make sure everything is completed on deadline?" he asked. "Sure Andy, my email address is on my card, and I check it daily. Was there anything in particular that you wanted attention on?" I asked as we were cleaning up at the end of the day. "I've done my share of bean counting, but I've never been responsible for actually getting results. Accounting is always an `after-the-fact' activity. I report what has already happened. Being responsible for project direction I have to be sure that people are completing their tasks, not just looking at the financials a month later and shaking my finger at them. This is a people management job; and I've never done that." "Andy, are you asking this because you don't want Richard (his boss) to know that you're uncomfortable with this responsibility?" I asked. Richard Cabeza was one of the senior VP's and had risen from the ranks. He was very knowledgeable about the company, the competition and the product. But most of his expertise was technical and at least one of his immediate reports obviously did not feel comfortable sharing weaknesses with him. That in itself told me something about Richard and would be a question I would have to discuss with the president at a future date. "Well, that's certainly a big part of it. I also feel more comfortable asking your input on some of my actions than I do asking his. He knows the company well, but I don't have a close relationship with him yet. It's probably my newness in the company." "Andy, I'd be more than glad to let you bounce ideas off of me and kind of use me as an outside reference point. Why don't you let me have your email address? In fact, if you've got a personal email address we could use that if it would be more convenient for you." Writing out his personal email address on his business card he handed it to me. His eyes were gentle, and as a twenty-something kid he was kind of cute. "Andy, let me set up the situation so that it doesn't come back later and cause any trouble. I'll mention to Richard my concern for this section of the project and that I'd like you to give me regular reports so that I can stay really current with the status. Although not everything may go to or through him on this project at least he'll understand if you're communicating with me directly." "That's a great idea. I guess that's why you're the consultant and I'm working here." Andy said. "Give yourself some time. Some of the people skills and wisdom in the industry just come from years of doing it. Some of it actually comes from making mistakes; you'll make some, hopefully not too many, and hopefully you'll learn through listening to the mistakes others have made. That's real wisdom. You're doing well here or you wouldn't be the head of this project. Don't loose faith in your own abilities. And I'd really enjoy working with you on it." If you want to compliment someone, ask for their expert assistance in something you are working on. They can't ignore the confidence you're placing in them. It is a ritual that is almost a legend. This is a kid, a bigger kid than the ones back at the motel, that I would enjoy exchanging emails with, who I would talk to on the phone about managing people and who I would look forward to seeing on my return visit. But, I had enough going on in my life right now; this was a distraction that I couldn't deal with. I filed Andy's project supervision in the back of my mind and finished packing my briefcase. Finally, five o'clock rolled around and we all exchanged farewells and confidence in the project. I set my fifteen-passenger neon blue van in the direction of the motel, exhausted from a very productive day, and not sure what tonight would hold. But I came back with enthusiasm and excitement in my heart. The radio in the ban was playing some mellow music from Boyzone singing a Tim Rice song, "No Matter What They Tell Us." No matter what they tell us No matter what they do No matter what they teach us What we believe is true No matter what they call us However they attack No matter where they take us We'll find our own way back I can't deny what I believe I can't be what I'm not I know I'll love forever I know, no matter what If only tears were laughter If only night was day If only prayers were answered Then we would hear God say And I will keep you safe and strong And sheltered from the storm No matter where it's barren A dream is being born No matter who they follow No matter where they lead No matter how they judge us I'll be everyone you need No matter if the sun don't shine Or if the skies are blue No matter what the end is My life began with you I can't deny what I believe I can't be what I'm not I know, I know I know this love's forever That's all that matters now No matter what For the third time three days I found tears streaming down my face. I was not a fragile emotional person. I'd always been the strong one in the family. I was the rational one in the business. I was the consultant that came in and rescued clients in financial trouble. How could I be sitting here in this neon blue van crying? What had happened to me? I didn't even know why I was crying this time. The song just really seemed to strike a chord with me. Someone had broken down my defenses and I was finding things affecting me that had never had an impact in my life. How was I going to handle this? I needed control of my life again. I parked the van in the rear again. There was more room to maneuver this boat of a van back there. I sat in the van trying to get control of my life again. I only had tonight left with Fernando and the boys. That was probably good. How could I handle breaking down like this every time I hear a song or got a hug? I needed my life back. There were two faxes waiting when I stopped at the front desk: One fax from my office assistant including the new travel schedule to visit Golden Colorado and the other with a message from another client. I folded them and placed them in my shirt pocket. The elevator was still playing muzac but again the song was playing the old Carpenter's song "Just Like Me They Long To Be Close To You." "That is why all the boys in town, follow you all around, just like me they long to be close to you." How those words had taken on new meaning in the last couple days. I wanted to be close to Fernando, Philippe and Paulo. Coming home, to this hotel room created a tingling up my back, and a sense of panic in my heart. This was our last night together. When I entered the suite I didn't see anyone. I checked the bedrooms and found no one home. The boys were probably down at the pool. Fernando may not have made it back yet. Sitting at the large worktable in the director's room I took out the fax sheets I'd gotten downstairs. I dropped the briefcase on the table and picked up the phone. The first fax said the flight from McAllen to Dallas was at 11:30am tomorrow. That was about an hour later than my previous flight. I could sleep a little more in the morning; that is if we got any sleep tonight. Based on last night I wasn't too sure. The phone in my hand was sounding the ringing tone. I'd already dialed the other client without even thinking about it. The phone was answered on the second ring. "Southern Industrial, good afternoon. May I help you?" came the pleasant opening. "Brian Butcher, please," I said. "Mr. Butcher is on the phone. May I put you into his voice mail, or would you prefer to wait?" "I'll wait. This is Adam Bricker. How long do you think he'll be?" I asked. "Mr. Bricker, it's nice to hear from you. Since it's you I'll let him know. It shouldn't be long when he knows you're on the phone," she said. I started getting note paper out of my briefcase. While I was waiting I'd collect some of my ideas from today and get a head start on my visit write-up. "Hi Adam, glad you could call back so quickly," came the booming voice of Brian. He's only forty-something but he's energetic and played football in college. He's still built like a linebacker. If I'm not mistaken he buys his suits in the `Big and Tall' stores. He's at least half more than I am in size. "Brian, I have a fax here from the office said you needed to talk ASAP. What's going on?" "Adam, I talked to Margarite in your office and she said I might be able to get you out here next week. I've got a problem that just came up. I've never dealt with this. I'm being sued for sexual harassment." "Brian, I'll talk with Margarite. She knows my schedule better than I do. If she said I'm available, that's probably the case. Tell me about this law suit." "I never thought I'd have to deal with this. I've always been racially balanced for years and very storing in my affirmative action hiring women. Last week I had a problem with a branch manager and fired the employee." "Well, what is the reason for the suit then?" I asked. "They claim I made sexual advances to this branch manager." "Brian, I didn't know you had any female branch managers," I said. "I don't this was a guy! They're claiming I assaulted a guy! They must think I'm gay! Adam, I'm married and have three boys. What do they think of me? How am I going to handle this? I need you to come help me prepare a defense." He was very excited. As he'd been talking his blood pressure seemed to be rising. "Brian, if Margarite said I can be there, I will. We'll figure this out. When did you get the papers? Today?" "Yes, they say I'm putting the moves on another guy! What am I going to do?" "Brian, go get a drink. Settle down and I'll be there ASAP. I'm in Colorado for the next four days with a client. I'll have Margarite get tickets and we'll take care of this when I get there." I finished the rest of the call and dropped the receiver in the cradle. How was I going to help a guy defend himself against a sexual harassment suit with what I'd been doing for the last two days? The front door of the suite opened and in rushed two sopping wet boys. Paulo rushed over and pushed me back from the table, jumped up on my lap, gave me a kiss, a sloppy kiss. ************************************************************************ Send comments to: adambrick@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or get a signed copy from Tom Cup.com.