Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:35:01 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Forty-Seven

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Chapter Forty-Seven:  Second Time Around


Having done the tourist thing for the first few days, David and I settled
into a pattern of doing a great deal of nothing.  We had no plans or time
schedules to worry about and proceeded to do what we wanted as the mood
struck us.  Of course, we didn't really just sit around and do absolutely
nothing.

Time was spent at the inn, lounging around the courtyard and visiting with
other guests.  It was always interesting how several of us would gather in
the courtyard for breakfast, dressed as though we were going somewhere.
After breakfast, the coffee pot followed us to a table surrounded by lounge
chairs.  As the coffee pot emptied, the clothes managed to come off.  It
didn't take long for all of us to be lying about nude, soaking up the warm
sun before it became too hot.

Not all mornings were spent lounging around the courtyard.  David and I,
occasionally joined by other guests, would head to the beach, the clothing
optional beach.  I was accustomed to going nude at home and having younger
people around me.  The first trip to the beach I was a little reluctant,
primarily because of all the strangers, but quickly adjusted.  One couple
that accompanied us to the beach reminded me of my own reluctance, which I
found entertaining.

Jerry and Harry were from Charlotte, North Carolina.  Both men were in
their twenties, hardly more than college kids, and teachers.  As teachers,
they had the summers off and always spent at least six weeks in Key West.
That's when I learned that the inn wasn't just a B 'n B, but had studios
that could be rented for long-term stays.  Jerry, who appeared to be the
younger of the two, stood next to the area we staked out on the beach and
looked around before removing his shorts.

"What's wrong, Jerry?" I asked.  "You don't ever seem to have a problem
being nude at the inn."

"Yeah, but out here it's different," he explained.  "I always manage to get
nervous with a lot of strangers around."

"What he's trying to tell you," Harry interjected, "is that when he gets
nervous, he gets an erection.  My guess is that he has one now and doesn't
want to show it off to everyone."

Jerry blushed while giving Harry the evil look.  Between the blushing and
the evil look, which was anything but intimidating, the rest of us laughed.

"Why don't you just drop 'em and lay on your stomach for few minutes?" I
asked.  'That helps me to lose an erection if I need to.  And it has
happened to me out here, too."

"Yeah, but Harry and I are accustomed to being nude at the inn, at home,
and with a lot of our friends, and I don't have any issues.  I don't know
why, but here it just happens."

"Well, don't look now," David joined the conversation, "but I think I can
see at least three other guys walking on the beach who are at least at half
staff.  Stop thinking about it and walk around and let nature take its
course."

"That's his problem," Harry said, laughing, "if nature takes its course
with Jerry, who's always ready for a roll in the sack, the show might get
interesting and there's kids around."

"Harry!  Cool it.  You make me sound like a perv or something!"

"Don't look now, my love, but we are 'something'.  Most people would
consider us to be exhibitionists; gay exhibitionists, to boot.  Just do me
a favor and don't turn into a flamer."

While the younger people tried to figure out why Jerry always got aroused
on a public beach, I lost my clothes and lay down on my stomach.  I felt
David's gentle touch as he rubbed sun block on my back, from head to toe,
and ignored everyone.  He always did more than just rub sun block into my
skin.  His fingers massaged my muscles, causing me to relax.  Before David
finished coating me, I slipped off into a blissful remembrance, blocking
out everything going on around me.  The next thing I was aware of was a
sharp stinging sensation on the right side of my butt where someone had
popped me.

"Hey!  That stung," I exclaimed as I rolled about half over to see what was
going on.

When I turned to my side, David was looking at me with the strangest grin.
I noticed he looked down a moment and then started to laugh.  I was groggy
and didn't quite understand what was so funny.  David put a hand on my
hip-bone and pushed me onto my back.

"Those were some interesting moans you were making, and now I understand
why," David said, laughing.

The other two started laughing, too.  Suddenly, I realized that I had a
full erection!  I quickly pulled myself to a sitting position.

"Wow!" Jerry exclaimed.  "David, you gotta handle all that?
Congratulations man!!"

"Excuse me?" I said.

The three of them sat there on their knees, having a good laugh at my
expense.  There wasn't a whole lot I could do about it.  I did have a major
erection and had displayed it to the world.  I decided quickly to try and
be a good sport about it all.

"Well, he handles it quite nicely," I offered and then turned red at my own
comment.

There was no way I was going to do anything to make my position worse.  I
joined in the laughter and at least it had the benefit of helping me lose
my erection.

"Those must have been some interesting thoughts."  Harry fished for details
that I wasn't about to share.

David looked at me with a knowing grin.  I had been thinking about the
previous evening when we retired a little earlier than normal.  David
decided he wanted to go a little kinky and managed to talk me into it.
Actually, I had felt a little trapped when he asked if I trusted him.
There was no way that I could say no.  In the end I found out he was right.
Sometimes, kinky can be a lot of fun.

When we retired to our room, the first order of business was a warm,
luxurious bath.  We knew sex was on the agenda, and lots of it.  We both
made sure that we were properly cleaned.  David had placed a bottle of wine
on ice and let it chill while we bathed.  After our bath we stretched out
on a lounger on our balcony.  It was positioned for privacy, but the night
air felt good and we could hear the people below us.  Halfway through the
first glass of wine, the making out and heavy petting began.  Halfway
through the second glass, we forgot the wine and headed inside; both of us
sporting full erections.

David had me lay on the bed and then, to my surprise and with some
reservations, he proceeded to spread eagle me and secure my limbs to the
bed.  There was no way I would have let anyone else do that to me.  When he
felt that I was fully secured, he climbed up on the bed and straddled my
stomach.  Actually, he was on his knees and when he rocked back and forth,
I could feel his scrotum brush lightly over my skin.  He moved around so
that he wound up brushing his scrotum over my stomach, my nipples, my nose,
and my very hard and aching manhood.

When he finished dusting me off with his balls, he turned around and
started tonguing the area behind my knees and the inside of my thighs.  I
tried squirming, but there was little give in the way he had me secured.  I
moaned and took in sharp breaths.  The young tease even rocked so the crack
of those beautiful buns came close to my mouth.  He kept just far enough
away so that I couldn't tongue him, only smell his essence; it was like an
aphrodisiac.  He laid his face against the side of my pole and rubbed
upwards.  His stubble rubbing over my sensitive rod made me cry out.  I
gasped for air as David sucked a testicle into his warm mouth and rolled it
around with his tongue.  Sweat rolled off my body.

My thoughts on bondage had always been negative.  There was no way I could
reconcile the infliction of pain with pleasure.  As I lay there I
remembered Michael wanting to be tied up and used; I had forbidden it.
David was teaching me that, sometimes, bondage without pain, but pleasure,
and the desire for absolute fulfillment, can be tortuous; deliciously
tortuous.

Time no longer existed.  When he touched my genitals, I pushed my pelvis
into him however I could, seeking relief.  He laughed and backed away.  His
favorite torture seemed to be to assume front rest position over my body.
He would lean down to kiss me and rotate his hips over my pelvis, barely
touching me.  Sometimes, he did push-ups, rubbing his firm body over my
sweat-slick torso.  More than once he would slide down so the tip of my
shaft touched his most intimate part; then he did a push-up, pulling away.
I had chosen to spend my life with a most deliciously evil young man.

Somewhere along the way he had released the bonds holding my ankles.  I
didn't realize it until he lay on me and I felt his manhood pressing
between my legs.  Instinctively, I opened my legs then pulled them back,
wrapping them around his waist.  Locking my ankles in the small of his
back, I pushed him down and forward, urging him to enter me.  Another push
up and I felt my body rise off the bed.  He looked down at me and grinned;
a grin filled with both caring and lust.

"Go ahead and laugh.  Next time we trade places," I told him, grinning
back.

"Promise?" he teased.

"Take me," I whispered.

And he did.

                                           * * * *

The only people that stay at the beach in the middle of the day, in the
middle of the summer, in Key West, are kids and tourists who would quickly
learn better.  Personally, I had determined long before coming to Key West,
that there are certain parts of my body that need only limited exposure to
the ultra violet rays.  It was also easier to control the intensity of the
exposure when I was home.

We returned to the inn about a half hour before lunch was to be served.
David and I decided we would take a quick shower and go for a walk,
stopping to have lunch at one of the open cafes.  People watching had
become one of our favorite past-times.  Our walk was almost too slow to be
called a real walk; it was more of a leisurely stroll.  It was a time where
we could hide in the middle of the crowd.

"Do you realize that when we walk around here now that we almost always
cross over to the shady side of the street?" David commented more than
asked.

"I think it's called protecting our youthful complexions," I joked, and
then continued.  "I don't know what it is, but when I walk around here it's
like being in a different world.  Everything, not just the people, but the
way the stores are stocked, merchandise displayed, how clerk's stand in the
doorway and greet us as we walk by, it's all so totally laid back.  I could
almost get used to this."

We walked along admiring a number of the houses, even some that had been
converted for commercial use.  Almost every house was adorned with
gingerbread.  Some were in better shape than others.  Some looked as though
they were held together with layer upon layer of paint.

I stopped and looked at a house across the street.  It was situated on the
corner and had a porch across the front that wrapped around the side facing
the cross street.  The position of the doors told me it had been converted
into an inn or apartments.  The four electric meters on the back corner
said it was apartments.  The house was constructed above grade, as most old
houses were to protect them from the floods brought on by hurricanes.
There were clearly two floors for living quarters.  The steeply pitched
roof and gable window said there was probably room for a small apartment in
the attic area.

What really caught my attention on the roof was the widow's walk.  I moved
over a few steps and looked up and down the cross street.  It was easy to
see that someone standing on the widow's walk could see out to sea.  In my
mind I saw a wife and children standing up there, looking out to sea,
wondering if their loved one would return safe.  The question I had to ask
myself was simple.  I wondered what it would take to restore that house to
its former beauty.

"Are we going to spend our time daydreaming about that house, or get some
lunch?"

"I don't know," I instinctively answered.  "How much do you think a house
like that would cost?"

"Well, let's see.  We're talking about a small island that's growing by
leaps and bounds population wise.  Most of the new construction is to
replace older buildings that have been demolished or where they have filled
in part of the salt marsh.  Then we factor in the number of people who
would like to live here, particularly the well-to-do northerners.  I'd say
that pretty much prices that house waaaay up there."

"Smart-ass.  The only thing that really bothers me is that you're probably
right," I responded.  "Let's get some lunch."

We found a table in the shade with enough exposure for us to be able to
enjoy the breeze coming off the gulf.  It was also situated where we could
people watch.  There had to be a ship in port, based on the number of
tourists we saw scurrying about, which made for good people watching.
Everyone wanted to do three days worth of sight-seeing in the four or five
hours they would be in the city.  The hawkers were in their element selling
souvenirs from Key West, mostly made in China.

David ordered us Pina Coladas, light on the rum.  His idea was to have
something with a slight taste of alcohol, but at the same time be cool and
refreshing.  It had been a while, and it tasted good.  While sipping on our
drinks, I noticed a group of young people forming near the corner, across
the street.  I had to look two or three times and suddenly realized why I
thought one of them looked familiar.  He was the same boy that was standing
under the streetlight the night we went to the Bourbon Street Pub.

"Yes, it's him," David commented.  "He's also doing what you think and
don't like."

"What?" I asked naively, stupidly.  I knew.

"He's hustling," David said very calmly.  "He's offering to have sex with
anyone that'll pay 'im.  That's how these young kids get by.  Nobody's
going to hire them.  At least, not hire them and pay enough for them to
eat.  A lot of these kids shack together.  You'll find three, four, five,
sometimes more, sharing a one-bedroom apartment.  It's a place for them to
be safe and get some sleep; maybe a shower or clean clothes."

I saw the look on David's face and understood why he gave me the detailed,
ugly answer.  Bad memories had come to the surface.  He described the way
he had to live before John rescued him.  Understanding more of what he had
gone through and seeing that boy, my blood pressure rose.  A car stopped, a
bus passed blocking my view.  When the bus was gone, so was the car, so was
the boy.  Suddenly, I wasn't that hungry anymore.

"Hey, don't let it get you into a funk."  David tried to be consoling.
"There's nothing you can do.  The boys try to look out for one another and
most of the time the johns won't hurt them."

"I know, but there's always that one time when some sicko will hurt them."

"Rick, the other night you did something real good for that kid.  You
didn't just give him money to stay off the street that night.  When you did
that, you let him know that someone cared what happened to him.  To these
kids, that means a lot, a whole lot."

"I want to ask you something.  When we first got here, Raymond asked if you
were back to fulfill your dream.  Can I ask what that dream was, or is?"

"Same thing you were thinking about when you were looking at that house
while ago.  The same thing you were thinking about when you realized that
boy probably got in that car and why.  But that's not my dream anymore.  My
dream is to go back home.  Home . .  . that has a nice sound to me.  All I
want right now is for us to be together and have a nice home for us and the
boys."

There was an almost dreamy look in his eyes and the tone of his voice as he
said 'home'.  I understood what he was saying; David valued family.  I also
knew that one didn't let go of their dreams that easily.  The dream was
still there, in the back of his mind, but still there.  Watching these
kids, and knowing his background, I understood.  Still, I couldn't help
feeling bad, thinking how I would feel if that was one of my boys.  I would
never let it happen.

                                           * * * *

"Rick.  David," Raymond called out to us as we entered the courtyard.

We turned and walked towards the office.  Raymond met us in the doorway and
handed me a note.

"Hey, Mr. Rick."  I was surprised to see Jay.

"Hey, Jay.  What's up, young fella?"

"Me and Ali's waitin' on Keith and Donnie.  We're goin' ta play some
soccer," Jay answered.  "I was divin' and Keith 'n Donnie was there with
Ali.  You had'n been back ta watch us dive no more and I been doin' like ya
said.  I had'n wiggled my butt at nobody since you said not to."

There was subdued laughter to the side.  A couple of the guests had
overheard Jay.  I looked at Jay and saw that his hair was still wet.  He
wasn't wearing the shorts that were split up the side that made him look so
sexy, almost too sexy when certain types of people were around.  He was
barefoot with sneakers tied together by their strings slung over his
shoulder.  His shirt was rolled up and tucked inside his waistband in the
small of his back.  Heaven forbid this boy should have to wear one more
stitch than absolutely necessary.  He looked stunning.

"Well, you see, we're here on vacation and have been trying to take in some
of the sites, like most tourists."

"Yeah, we heared ya like ta hang out at the naked beach," Jay commented
with a wicked grin.  "We get ta go there sometimes."

Someone was fishing for me to take him to a nude beach.  A cute as this kid
was, I'd have to take bodyguards.  I acted as though I hadn't picked up on
his less than subtle hint.

"Well, I'll tell ya what, little man.  We'll still be here for a few more
days and I promise that we'll come see you dive some more and maybe even
take you out to lunch.  How's that?"

"Cooooollll.  When?"  Leave it to kids to pin you down.

"In just a coupla days.  We'll have to ask your mom if it's okay.  Why are
you hanging out here in the office?"

"Mr. Raymond said I can't go back there.  I don't think he wants me ta see
all them naked guys in there makin' out.  I know what they're doin'."

There was no way I could keep a straight face.  Trust a ten year old to
tell you like it is.  Fortunately, Keith and Donnie came running out with
Ali and they all took off for the soccer field.

The note that Raymond handed me was a message to call Mother.  Red flags
immediately went up.  Mother never called unless there was a serious
problem, particularly when she knew I was on vacation.  My first surprise
was when her phone was answered.

"Frank?"  I was surprised.  "What are you doing at your grandmother's?
Aren't you supposed to be at camp?"

"Hey, Dad.  Good to talk to you, too."  Okay, now I knew that at least my
smart-ass son was okay.  "Camp ended yesterday.  I just got back this
mornin'.  You said we were s'posed ta stay with Grandma, right?"

"Yes, I guess I just lost track of the time.  Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, I learned a lot, too.  Coach taught me how ta shift my weight and
really hit 'im out there.  How's Key West?  How's David?  You havin' fun?"

That last question was with a strong hint of 'I know what you've been
doing' mixed in.

"Okay, wise guy.  Be happy I'm not up there.  I'd have to turn you over my
knee."

His reaction was to break into strong laughter.  It was nice to hear.

"Rick?" Mother asked, apparently having taken the phone from Frank.

"Hi, Mother.  Is there anything wrong?"

"Nice to hear from you, too."  Okay, no surprise there.

"Sorry, nice to hear from you.  Now, is there anything wrong?  You don't
normally try to contact me like this and I was worried."

"Well, apparently you haven't been too worried.  Your cell phone is either
off or you haven't bothered to check your messages."

"I'm afraid you're right on both points.  I decided to leave the cell phone
in the room when we went out.  Anyway, I'll assume that since you haven't
said anything negative up to this point, that everything is fine."

"It is, thank you for asking.  The reason I called was that since you'll
still be away for a few days, and the other boys will be home within a
couple of days, Bonnie and I thought we might take them to Orlando for a
few days.  It's been a while since I've had any time with my grandsons."

"Grandma's makin' us work for it, Dad!" Frank called out in the background.
I could also tell he was laughing.

"Mother, are you making those poor boys work, as in real manual labor?"

"Yes, I am.  Brian, the gentleman that normally cuts my yard, is sick and
you're not here.  I thought I would give the boys something constructive to
do to occupy their time.  Any way, we've already made the reservations and
I wanted to let you know so you wouldn't worry if you called the house and
couldn't reach them."

"Mother, thank you for thinking about the boys.  David and I both hope all
of you have a great time."

When I hung up the phone, I turned around and Jay was standing there
looking up at me.

"I thought you went off with the other boys," I commented.

"They're waitin' on me.  You did'n answer me 'bout when you was gonna come
see me dive some more."

I reached down and picked the boy up, squeezing him to my chest and digging
my fingers into his ribs.  He screamed with hysterical laughter as I
tickled him and swung him in circles.  When I set him down, I turned him
towards the other boys and gave him a light pop on his butt.

"Go play soccer," I stated.

He ran off laughing.  To me, the sound of his laughter was like the sound
of heaven.


End Ch 47
To Be Continued

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