Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 21:21:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Zane Green <ZaneG7@excite.com>
Subject: Jaded 4

 JADED By: Zane Hunter
Chapter Four (The Golden Shower Door Spa)

The copyright of this story belongs to the author. This is a piece of
fiction not based on any real person. This story is for a mature audience as
it has adult material. Let me know what you think of it. Please send E-mails
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Thank you so much for your feedback. It has helped me with the story. These
next few days in the life of the fictional character Jaden take place before
Ty and Anton start their search for him.




Jaden followed the two men towards the main house after they warmed him up.
He no longer needed the towel, even though it was getting cooler as the sun
went down. He left the pile of soaked clothes as well as the soccer ball
down by the canal. Like a warm puppy he followed the men with blind trust.
It was the first time he had any comfort since he was told of his mother's
death or the many days and months he had survived without affection before
that.

 She hadn't been a good mother, but she was his mother. He didn't analyze
why his wires were so crossed, and his feelings of sexuality had become his
form of grieving. Sorrow mixed with this need to be caressed he knew was
wrong, this need to be loved by these men was wrong. He was still so excited
however that he felt a hum in his ears. He wanted the men to hold his hand,
and then he wanted them to care and listen to him as he told them how the
bravado he was acting was to hide the well of tears below the surface. The
attention these men had given him, by really looking, and seeming to care
was new. It broke his tattered cocoon.

The men barely sensed this. The poet almost saw the little swallowtail
butterfly flapping its golden wings for the first time. The butterfly was
cautiously testing its wings. But no one stopped to warn him that his first
flight could have him impaled into the unyielding metal antenna of a moving
vehicle. These men were tuned to other frequencies, and not getting his
simple channel.

This boy did not need poetry or a man in love with another. He didn't need a
vacation from life. He needed a friend, to show him how to fly.  .

 As they walked the landscaping distracted Jaden. The last time he had seen
lawns that looked so splendid was in Reno when he lived there with his
mother. It was during the winter when the casinos were decorated for
Christmas, that he had seen a glimpse into this type of world. It was
strange to think of winter, and decorated snow when he was wearing a scanty
towel that he had finally wrapped around his waist.

The main house that they were approaching was a sprawling marble mansion.
Jaden started to observe other boys and men now. Like the men had told him,
the boys were naked, as were most of the men as they gathered in small
groups. They were talking in the gardens, or playing lawn tennis. Many
smiled at him and his two new friends. It was in such contrast to the
greeting he received that morning at the group home. Everyone here seemed
delighted to see him. He swallowed as he saw how glorious the men were. He
cast his eyes in embarrassment that he should be so fascinated by their
cocks, which looked massive to him, and the few wiry pubs he saw. Many of
the men were clean-shaven, and he admired their pouch-like scrotum. This was
so much better than any book. To be able to study the real things.

 "You should check in my dear, I'll show you to the reception desk. Then I
need to leave. I'm running a workshop about the great gay poets of America,
Thoreau with his love for the boy, Edmund Sewell, Walt Whitman, Allen
Ginsberg, etc. I wish you would attend but you'd be bored. There is so much
here that a daring boy your age would enjoy more than listening to poetry. I
think there's a workshop on gay-rock, as well as gay rock climbing groups
and almost anything else you can imagine.

They escorted him to the desk. The hotel receptionist looked at the boy and
sensed his nervousness; he was also confused, as he knew all of the boys had
been checked in. As beautiful as this boy was he was used to being careful.
An extra boy would be no problem at all, and a boy like this would have many
who would befriend him, but if he wasn't on the main list, it was dangerous.
He was a wild horse, among the domesticated. "What is your name, dear boy?"

"Jaden"

"Jaden, I hate to be blunt, but it's very expensive to have a room here this
weekend. Do you have a friend that you're meeting?"

"Noo o  sir." He wondered if he was in trouble. Maybe one of the two men he
met at the canal could help him explain.   He looked up to find his friends.
They had already moved some distance away. One now had his arm around an
older teenager, who stood out because he was dressed in hockey gear. The
other man was signing a book a naked boy was holding out to him. The hockey
player was carelessly stripping off his clothes in a strip tease that had
everyone's attention. The clothes were being thrown in Jaden's direction, so
no one said anything as he picked them up.

He left the desk, and walked over to return them to the teen, but the
athletic young man was so busy kissing the man Jaden had met by the canal,
that they ignored Jaden as they walked towards the circular stairway.
Jadens's eyes opened wide when he saw just why.

    The teen had a hard-on, and so did the man. Jaden felt a wave of
jealousy.

He was about to return to the reception desk, but a buff man and another
angelic looking boy had distracted the concierge This boy had a large rat
which he was walking it on a leash like it was a pampered poodle. The boy
looked up at Jaden and smiled, but he returned to the conversation about
whether his pet rat could stay in the hotel kennels.

Jaden thought all these people were all so beautiful. He spotted a few men
that he almost thought he should recognize. They had boys with them that
looked like young Gods. There was one in particular with dark hair and a
golden sheen. The boy had the most magnificent golden tan, and as he walked
all eyes followed him, even the men who had been watching the couple kissing
on the stairs, stopped to do homage to this very sexy boy.

Jaden knew then, that he didn't belong here. He was nothing; he wasn't
beautiful or confident like the people at this hotel. They would end up
sending him back to the terrible group home where he would be punished for
disappearing and then walking around without clothes, never mind that
everyone else here was practically doing the same.

It was all right for these people. They belonged in this world. He didn't
even know what he should say to them.

He made his way into a men's room, the likes of which he had never seen. An
attendant was polishing the brass urinals.  The room had wall to wall
mirrors, and he looked like a lost ant in such a large room.

The attendant, an older man came over to him.

"Are you having a good time kiddo?"

"Yess Sir, I suppose so."

"It's your first time here I can tell, relax, have fun. You have a very
lucky boyfriend."

"I do?"

"The attendant thought that was a confirmation that Jaden was with a man
looking out for him, and went back to his work. The boys never tipped him,
the men always did, and quite well on this weekend.

 Jaden felt worse. He didn't have a friend here let alone a boyfriend. He
knew that the man by the canal had a boyfriend. That was why he was kissing
on the stairway. He didn't want to bother him. The man who talked about
poetry might help him, but he had disappeared. Jaden went into a stall and
dressed in the hockey outfit. When he left the attendant was off getting
supplies to restock the table of shaving creams, lotions and oils There was
an emergency door close to the men's room. Jaden silently let himself out

 When he returned outside there were very few about. The lawn was lit with
floodlights but most of the guests had started to go in to relax or take a
class, before getting ready for dinner. Jaden followed the driveway to the
street, and no one stopped him. He walked along the sidewalk outside the spa
grounds until a car drove up beside him.

A man looked at him closely, and then asked, "Are you looking for a ride?"

Jaden shrugged his shoulders; he had no idea where he was going. Then he
realized the man was touching his own crotch as he talked to Jaden.

"I'll give you an easy 50 if you blow me." The man added.

Money, yes he needed money. "If you tell me what to do I'll^ÅI'll^Å blow you."

"You never gave a blow job before?"

Jaden shook his head.

"Then what are you doing hanging around The Golden, well you seem to be
younger than I thought. I'll teach you, but as you've no experience, I'll
give you only 10, with the free lesson."

Jaden said softly "all right" he was hungry, and ten dollars would buy him
three meals at a fast-food place. He didn't think about where he was going
to sleep.

The man knew he was getting a great deal. Ten for a boy was a very nice
deal. The boy looked older because of the bulky clothes he was wearing. The
man wished there were time to have the boy strip.

The boy climbed into a passenger seat, and the man started the car.

Jaden knew that he should never get into a stranger's car. But he had
noticed the baby seat in the back, and found it reassuring.

The man pulled into a dark side street, shaded with fan palms and parked his
car away from the streetlights.

He shifted his car seat all the way back, and told the boy to lie on the
floor with his head in his lap. He had already unzipped his pants, and
liberated his cock from his boxers. The boy had a lovely face, and he was
anxious to make use of it."

"Okay I want you to suck on my prick like it's a Popsicle, you think you can
do that?"

"Yes."

"Pull your lips over your teeth, I don't want to feel them. You bit me I
won't pay you, but you do a good job and I'll throw in an extra five as a
tip. You understand money, don't you boy?

"Yes, Jaden pushed his lips against the man's cock. It was so big, but he
wanted it. It smelled like stale soap, but there was that masculine smell.
The man had hair that tickled, but he liked it, he was hungrier for what the
man was pushing into his mouth and then his throat than food at this moment.

"You face fuck good, aaaaaaaaaaaah so good." The man moaned Jaden had
figured out the motion of moving with the pulsing flesh toy. He loved the
feeling of making this man feel good. Suddenly the man started squirting a
salty creamy liquid in this mouth; he started to cough as it happened so
fast he didn't know what to do with it.

"Swallow it, come on. It's just cum. Do you like the taste? You do don't
you. Are you sure you didn't lie to me when you said you didn't know what to
do, you're a natural little cocksucker."

"No Sir, Jaden was crying. What I did was bad wasn't it?"

"No you little whore, what you did for me was good but you're a bad boy, you
get out now, here. The man pushed Jaden out of the car. Looked to make sure
the boy wasn't near the tires, he drove off.

As Jaden picked him self up, still crying he noticed a five-dollar bill on
the street. He wasn't sure if it had been there or the man threw it out to
him. He had no idea where he was, but it couldn't be far from the hotel. He
would walk back in that direction.

Next Chapter: More on Ty and Anton