Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 07:56:15 -0600
From: Ross Cutler <rosscutler111@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Apprentice 2

Oh my God!  There's like a million of you out there!  I promise I'm trying
to get everybody answered, so be patient with me.  Somebody asked me if
this was a true story.  No, but there's a lot of truth in it, and it's
being written by committee.  PJ was supposed to be like my friend Mike, but
everyone that knows me says he has my attitude.  Poor little shit!  Van is
my Brady to a 'T', so he's easy to write.  Hope that answers all the
questions for now.  Please keep the emails coming, It's awesome!  And write
to Nifty and thank them for their great site!

Peace, Baby!

Ross

Rosscutler111@hotmail.com



The Apprentice:  Dogs at bay



Van Pulled his truck into the driveway and took his suitcase out.  Bruno
could be seen looking out one of the living room windows, and he smiled at
the dog, causing it to shake with excitement.  When he opened the door it
was to chaos.  The dog bounded out into the yard, and Van stared in
disbelief at the mess.

Bruno had torn up a pillow or something, and had scattered the stuffing all
over.  There was a pile of shit near the kitchen, and Bruno's water dish was
tipped over.  The garbage can was on its side, and garbage was scattered
down the hall.  He felt anger wash over him as he set his bag inside the
door.  PJ obviously hadn't let the dog out since yesterday, and he felt
foolish for giving so much trust at one time.

The message light blinked on his phone and he ignored it, letting his anger
boil as he cleaned up the mess.  Finally after twenty minutes he let Bruno
back inside and opened the windows to get some air flowing.  He tossed his
bag on his bed, thinking about the sweatshirt inside he'd bought for PJ, and
turned away in disgust.

The first two messages were nothing important.  The next was his mother
inviting him to dinner Sunday, and the last was Roger.  The message left him
even more angry and feeling like a fool for taking his frustrations out on
PJ.

"Van, this is Roger.  Hey, bad news, man.  Your kid was arrested for
possession last night.  I think what happened was that he protected his Mom
when she got busted so she wouldn't violate her parole.  She didn't go down
to make bail for him, Van.  I'm sorry, but I didn't have a thousand dollars.
  I would've done it in a heart beat.  If you need any help give me a call."

"That fucking CUNT!"  Van bellowed and punched the wall, putting a softball
sized hole through the wallboard.  Bruno disappeared into the living room.
Van breathed in slowly and let it out, then glared at the hole.  "Son of a
bitch!"  He hissed and went to his room.

In the floor under the carpet was a small safe he'd installed.  He liked to
have enough money around to make a repair to the house or fix the truck if
he needed to without going to the bank.  He pulled back the carpet and
opened the safe and counted out fifteen hundred dollars just in case.  He
carefully closed the safe, replaced the carpet, and headed out the door.

The rear tires on his truck squalled as he swung out into the lane leading
to the main road.  As he passed by PJ's trailer his heart began to pound,
and he had to fight the urge to drive right through the fucking trailer.

It took fifteen minutes to get to the local police station, and twenty
minutes to fill out the paperwork.  He swore up and down that PJ would make
it to his court dates, and finally they guard went to get him.  Van paced in
the foyer while he waited, running his hand through his hair.

A door opened and Van turned to see PJ following a short policeman out.
His head hung low, and he looked at the floor.  His face was crimson, and he
looked defeated.  He stopped in front of Van and glanced up.

"Hold your fucking head up.  Put your shoulders back."  Van was surprised
to hear his voice crack.  He blinked back tears.  "You don't have anything
to be ashamed of goddamn it!"  He held his arms up and PJ rushed into them.
He started shaking immediately, and Van stroked the back of his head.  "It's
okay, PJ.  It's okay."

"I'm so glad you're home."  PJ sniffed and swiped at his eyes.  "God I
missed you!"

"Let's get out of here.  You don't belong here."  Van steered him out the
doors.  On the ride home PJ stared out the widow and continued to swipe at
his eyes.  They wouldn't stop tearing up, and it got worse when Van reached
over and took his hand.

"Your place or mine, PJ?"  Van asked gently.  "You can stay with me as long
as you need to."

"Yours."  PJ almost snarled.  He glared at his mother's trailer as the
drove by it.  "She let me take the fucking fall, Van.  She knew they were
coming and she put her shit in my room.  I walked right into a fucking
slaughter."

"Did they give you an attorney?"  Van asked as they stopped in front of his
place.

PJ got out and followed him into the house.  "Yeah, he said I could beat it
pretty easy, but he couldn't get me out because of the dumb shit I did last
year."  He sat down at one of the kitchen chairs and put his head on his
hands.  "I'll pay you back the money."

"You're a good risk."  Van smiled and got them each a beer.  "They give it
back when you make all of your court times.  Don't worry about it."

PJ took the beer and gulped down about half of it.  "Thanks."

"Don't go getting all fucked up on me."  Van chuckled and took a drink of
his beer.  "Actually, if you want to get blasted tonight we can arrange
that.  You probably could use a chance to let your hair down."

"That would be a bad idea."  PJ said faintly sarcastically but seriously.
"If I get drunk I might tell you how I really feel, and then you'd want your
money back real bad."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"  Van said irritably.  "PJ, you
can always tell me how you feel.  I'm not embarrassed, and you shouldn't be
either."

PJ's face changed, and for a second he looked years older.  "You mean
that?"

Van felt a shift going on between them and he couldn't pin it down.  "Of
course I do, man.  You think I throw down a thousand bucks on just anybody?"

PJ stood up and moved into the middle of the living room and ran his hands
trough his hair.  "I have this problem, Van, and it's got me all fucked up
inside.  I fell in love with somebody, and I can't have him."

"Why?"  Van asked cautiously.  He had a feeling what was coming, and he
didn't know how he would react.

"I'm not going to make this a soap opera, man."  PJ put his hands on his
hips.  He looked so tired, and his shoulders sagged.  "Van, you are the most
perfect, most beautiful and decent person I ever met.  I don't deserve the
treatment you give me.  I sort of suspected a long time ago that I liked
guys, but when I met you I got this weird flutter in my chest."  He swiped
at his eyes again.  "Fucking tears.  I hate looking like a pussy almost as
bad as I hate sounding like one."

Van stood up and scratched his head, totally unable to think of anything to
say.  He picked up the empty beer bottles and dropped them in the trash and
got two more.  "You don't look like a pussy."  Van said, clearing his
throat.  "In fact. I think you're one of the toughest fuckers I ever met."
He walked over and handed the beer to PJ.  "I don't know how I feel about
gay and not gay, but I can tell you that I feel real attached to you, and
that if I was gay, I would be real attracted to you.  I can tell you for a
fact that I love you, kid.  I mean it."

"Do you dare to find out what its like?"  PJ asked, trying not to cry
anymore and failing miserably.  "Can I please hug you for a minute?"

Van swallowed hard and held his arms open.  He wrapped them around PJ and
held him, letting him cry.  This tough as nails kid had finally cracked, and
Van knew he needed to get it out of his system.  He also knew that he was
extremely attracted to PJ, especially now that he'd seen this real side.  He
felt like his chest was going to explode, like there was a big hole inside
that he'd never noticed that PJ was filling up in a rush.

After several minutes PJ leaned back and looked Van in the eye.  "I can't
pretend that I don't feel like this any more, Van.  I'm sorry."  PJ sniffed
and smiled slightly.  "Don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about,
okay?  I know I love you, and I can imagine making love with you, and I like
thinking about it."

"I won't."  Van said seriously.  "I have real strong feelings, too.  What
worries me is that you have so much shit on your plate that it would be
taking advantage of you, PJ."  Van stroked his bangs out of his face.  "I
don't want you to have to worry about me too.  I'll be here in a few days
when it's taken care of, or in a month or so.  Give yourself some time so
that you're not just jumping, know what I mean?"

PJ put his forehead against Van's chest and exhaled slowly.  "Can I at
least kiss you sometimes?  See what it's like?"

Van used his finger and tilted PJ's chin up.  "I already know what it's
like."  He bent down slightly and touched his lips to PJ's, barely
connecting at first and then more forcefully.  A cascade of mental and
physical feelings washed through them both, and Van crushed PJ to him in a
hug, their tongues meeting tentatively and then sliding together.

Only needing to breathe made Van push away.  It was even worse than he'd
expected.  Not only was it extremely arousing to kiss PJ, it was
intoxicating.  He gasped for air and smiled tentatively.  "That's what it's
like."

PJ put his head back on Van's chest.  "Too bad.  I knew I was going to like
it."

"Look, PJ, I've never felt like this."  Van stroked his long hair.  "I'm
not rejecting you, I mean it."   He lifted PJ's chin until their eyes met.
"Here's the deal, okay?  We take it slow, like one day at a time, and see
what happens.  Do you get what I mean?"

PJ sighed and nodded.  After a moment he headed down the hall towards the
spare bedroom.  Van pulled on his face and groaned.  He knew he'd handled
that badly, and he hated feeling confused.  His mind was racing and wanted
time to sort things out.  His body had reacted to PJ like no other he'd ever
met and wanted to take the kid up on his offer.

They watched TV for a while, and Van stretched out on the couch with PJ
stretched out on his chest.  PJ remained silent for most of the night, and
after the news was over he hugged Van tightly and headed for the guest room.

Van stripped and climbed under the sheets.  Bruno waddled up to the other
pillow and plopped down, slobbering and panting.  Van forced his eyes closed
and tried to sleep, but his mind never slowed down.  He stared at the blinds
in frustration.

Falling in love with PJ was not only a serious stupidity, risking all of
his other relationships, but was also surrendering to his longest fight, the
idea that he would find a woman and settle down and have kids.  Twice he'd
forced himself to try a relationship and believe, and twice it had ended in
screams and heartache.

The worst part was that PJ had slipped in without even being seen, and now
Van was wanting him, wanting him to be a part of him, like he'd never felt
before.  He sighed and looked out the window again, resigned to being tired
and ornery tomorrow.

A little after one in the morning he heard PJ stirring in the other room.
He got up quietly and pulled on his underwear and went to the door.  There
was another quiet rustle of fabric, and Van moved to look into the guest
room to see if everything was okay.  PJ was sitting with his legs crossed at
the end of the bed staring out the window.  He looked over his shoulder at
Van and tried to smile.

Van moved into the room and slid onto the bed.  PJ immediately leaned back
against him and let Van's arms slide around his waist.  "I know what you
meant now."  PJ said quietly, closing his eyes.

"What?"  Van pulled him close and rested his chin on PJ's shoulder.

"About having to much on my mind?  I can't sleep."  PJ yawned hugely and
blinked at the moon in the window.  "This is really cool, though."

Van smiled and made a decision.  "Tell you what, Ion boy.  I think you
should come and sleep with me and Bruno.  The bed's way to big for only one
body."  He stood up and took PJ by the hand.

"Wait, I'll put on my underwear."  PJ bent to pick them up.  Van pulled on
his hand, stopping him, and quickly ran his eyes over the kid's naked form.

"You don't have to.  Come on."  Van put his arm around PJ's shoulders and
moved him out into the hall.  "Go get in bed with Bruno.  I have to make a
call."

"At two am?"  PJ turned and looked at him.

"Today was a fucker.  I think we ought to sleep in tomorrow."  Van smiled
and pointed at the bed.  "Left side is mine.  Get in bed."  PJ hesitated and
then bounded onto the bed.  Van went to the phone and called the office.  He
left a message and lied, explaining that he was up with the flu and was
taking the day off and promised to work in his home office.

When he returned to the bedroom PJ had curled up around Bruno with his back
to Van's side of the bed.  Van chuckled at the look on the dog's face and
pulled his underwear off.  "If you keep that up he'll never let you alone."
He picked up the sheet and slid under it, moving up against PJ and wrapping
his arm around his waist.

"He doesn't want to be alone anymore than I do."  PJ said quietly.

"Until I got home and you weren't here I thought I wanted to be alone.  I
don't."  Van kissed the back of PJ's neck.  "Goodnight, PJ."  PJ's arm came
up around his, and in seconds they were both asleep.





A couple of mornings later Roger looked across the diner booth at the two of
them and his eyebrows bunched together.  He'd known Van for fourteen years,
and he'd known about PJ and his life for over a year, and he knew that there
had been a major change somewhere.  PJ had finished his bacon and eggs,
toast, pancakes, and OJ, and was currently leaning back against Van's
shoulder.  Van, who was never the touchy feely type, had not pushed the kid
away, but had instead put his arm around PJ's shoulders.

"Anyway, I decided to call in sick, and PJ crashed at my place that night."
Van stifled a yawn.  "I wouldn't go through it again."  He'd been describing
'The Jail Day' for Roger.  Every detail from the shredded trash all over the
trailer to the money for bail.

Roger listened intently, nodding in the right places, and not missing the
very sneaky and subtle way that they held hands under the table.  When Van
finished the girl poured more coffee for them, and Roger waited until she
left before he met Van's eyes and held them.  "Quite an experience.  It's a
good thing you two are close."  There was no malice in his voice, no sneer
or jibe, and he watched as Van's eyes widened slightly.  PJ looked up at him
with new interest.

"What kind of crack was that?"  Van asked quietly.  Under the table PJ's
hand squeezed his briefly and disappeared.

"Look, Van, you two are obviously a lot closer than you were and I'm fine
with that.  I'm not making a crack."  Roger said carefully.  "What I was
saying is that if I were in your shoes I might carefully consider how much
effort it's going to take after PJ's mother gets arrested.  It's going to be
tough."  He sipped at his coffee and set it down and then looked up at his
friend again.  "If ever there were two people who deserved someone to be
decent to them it would be you two."  He smiled slightly and quirked his
head to the side.  "I'm really glad that things are going so well."

Van got the message and smiled slightly.  "I was thinking that while he was
going through your adult education thingy that he could stay with me, keep
focused, you know?"  He said, looking down at PJ.  Roger snorted and Van
looked up sharply.

"I'm not sure his focus will be any better."  Roger chuckled and shook his
head.  "I am, however, positive that he'll be happier."  He smiled at PJ.
"You guys are big boys, okay?  You know what you're doing.  Just don't
forget the team, huh?"

They all shook hands outside the restaurant and Van sent PJ on ahead to the
truck.  It took a few seconds before he could look Roger in the face.  "I
didn't plan this, Roger."

"If I thought you had, Van, we wouldn't be speaking right now."  Roger did
something unusual and hugged Van.  "You two are always welcome to come and
see me an Carrie.  The kids haven't seen Uncle Van for a while."

"We will."  Van swallowed hard and hugged Roger back.  "You've always been a
decent bastard, haven't you."

"Van, take some advice.  Take the brat and go on a trip for a few days
camping or something.  Get both of you out of town and out of everything
that's happened."  He followed Van towards the truck.  "If you're at your
usual norm you've got so much leave saved up that you're losing it."

"I don't have money to do something like that."  Van chuckled.  "Christ,
Roger, I had to pay a thousand dollars to get him out of the pound."

"Who are you bullshitting, Ace?"  Roger moved up so his face was only a few
inches from Van's.  "Your truck is paid for, you paid cash for it from the
trust your mom set up when your dad died.  I was there.  Your house is paid
for in double payments, and you make more than I do by a damn sight.  I
think you have every nickel you ever made."  Roger poked him in the chest.
"Go do something fun, Van.  You're worn out and that kid is exhausted.  Do
Disney or something.  Go to Texas or Florida, someplace you've never seen"
He smiled sarcastically.

"God you're a pain in the ass."  Van shook his head.  "Tell Carrie she has
my pity."

"You and everyone else."  Roger waved and headed for his car.

PJ looked curiously at Van as he climbed in the truck.  "What was all that
happy bullshit about?"

Van started the truck and pulled into traffic.  "Roger knows me better than
my mom does, PJ.  We were being to obvious."  He steered into the turning
lane and glanced over at the kid.  "We need to be more careful.  I was
afraid something like this would happen."

"So now we go back to nothing?"  PJ said bitterly, understanding what Van
meant.

Van grinned and reached out for PJ's hand.  "You weren't listening, kid.  I
said we need to be careful, not that we can't be us."  He flashed the grin
at PJ and let go to steer the truck.  They got back to the trailer and PJ
used his new key to open the door.  "Take Bruno out, PJ, would you?"  PJ
nodded and went in to the yard with the excited dog.  "I have to get some
work done.  Give me an hour or so, okay?"

Van sat in his office and scratched his chin, thinking about what Roger
said.  He got on the net and did some searches, smiled at the insanity of
his freshly developed plan, and got his credit card out.  Since insanity
seemed to be the order of the day, fuck it, why not?  He went to the safe
and took out the remaining cash and counted out four hundred dollars.  PJ
was going to need some things.  By the time he went out to the living room
he was whistling.  He called work and requested leave, which shocked his
boss speechless, and made sure that PJ could hear him.

"What's going on?"  PJ asked.

Van headed into the spare bedroom and opened the closet.  He pulled out two
suitcases, tossing one to PJ as he entered the door.  "Ever been out of
Oakland?"  He headed into his room and set the bag on the bed.

"No, I never even been to the city border."  PJ said nervously.  "Do you
have to go somewhere again?"

"Do you trust me?"  Van dropped the suitcase and walked over to the kid and
put his hands on his shoulders.  PJ nodded, but it was clear that he wasn't
sure.  "Look, I have an idea for a surprise, and it's going to be big one,
okay?  Just hang with me."  He took the four hundred dollars out of his
pocket.  "This is a loan until you get a job, so get that guilt shit out of
the way, okay?"

PJ took the money and looked at it.  It was a small fortune for him.
"What's it for?"

Two hours later he walked out of the mall dragging a large new suitcase on
wheels and hurrying to keep up with Van.  "Why do I need all of these
clothes?"  He asked.  "Where are we going?"

"I told you I don't want to ruin the surprise."  Van helped him get the
heavy bag into the truck.  He looked at PJ with his freshly trimmed hair
wafting in the breeze and his new clothes and he could help but smile.  "Do
you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

"Thanks."  PJ said almost shyly and hugged him quickly.  "I still wish you'd
tell me what's going on."  Van put his hands on PJ's cheeks and kissed him.
PJ's mouth dropped open in shock.  "Van, we're in like broad fucking day
light."

"Amazing, but the more I think about it the less that matters."  Van laughed
hard and slapped PJ's ass.  "Get in the truck, buddy.  We're having
breakfast in another state."

They finished packing, and PJ took off all the tags and wrappings so he
could refold his new clothes.  While Van arranged for his brother to dog
sit, PJ took the bags out to the truck and loaded them.  He was getting so
excited by the time he made it back into the house he was shaking.  Every
time he looked at Van or touched him his heart skipped.

Finally Van turned out the lights and checked the doors.  It was almost
seven, and the sun was getting low in the sky.  "Are you ready, Baby?"  He
asked PJ and ran his fingertips through the kid's silky dark blond hair.
"Figured out what's going on yet?"  He gave PJ a shit-eating grin.

"I'm scared but it's a good scared."  PJ laughed nervously.  "Where are we
going?"  He followed Van out of the trailer and to the truck.

"IT'S A SURPRISE!"  Van shouted and climbed in the truck.  "You know I
wouldn't ever hurt you, so lean back and enjoy the ride."  Van pulled out
and headed for the park entrance.  "Do you have your state ID card?"

PJ took out his new wallet and nodded.  "And I have that cash you gave me."

"Good, you can buy dinner at the airport."

"Airport?  You didn't say anything about flying."  PJ swallowed hard.  "Van,
I never flew before!"

"Will you please relax?  I promise you'll love it."  Van laughed again and
turned towards the freeway entrance.  "Think of this as an early graduation
from school, okay?"

They made it through check in and security, and PJ watched them attach tags
to their bags and put them on the conveyor.  His eyes were wide as they
walked through the towering concourse, and a shiver ran up his spine as they
watched a plane land.  He wiped his hands on his shorts and followed Van
into the food court.  Eating turned out to be a useless effort.  He was to
excited.

They made their way to their gate, and Van bought a book for each of them,
although PJ couldn't think of how he could settle down to read it, and he
didn't care how long the flight was.  He turned to go up to the counter and
almost knocked over a display.  Van laughed and took PJ by the wrist into a
quiet corner.  The way the bookshelves were arranged gave them a little
privacy, and Van immediately turned and kissed him.

It was a real kiss, and PJ greedily accepted Van's tongue in his mouth.  The
world seem to shrink away, and his thoughts narrowed down to right now.
When Van turned him loose he sagged forward into Van's arms.

"Take your mind off things?"  Van asked.  PJ nodded and blew air out through
puffed cheeks. "Good.  Think about that for a while."  Van paid for their
things and headed out into the concourse.

"Thanks."  PJ smirked as he caught up.  "I always wanted to walk through an
airport with a fucking hard on."  He slapped Van's ass.

"You're not climbing the walls anymore, are you?"  Van grinned broadly.
After about twenty minutes they boarded the plane, and PJ got nervous again.
  Van had already given him some Dramamine as a precaution, and PJ sat in
his seat looking out the window.  Their first class seats were comfortable,
and his hand rested so that his pinky was curled around Van's pinky.

There was a clunk as the ground crew backed the plane away from the gate and
PJ swallowed hard and glanced at Van.  Van had his head back against the
seat back with his eyes closed, and PJ pursed his lips in irritation.  He
went back to watching the ground move beneath them.  It was dark when they
began to taxi, and he watched as the terminal fell behind them.  "Are we
driving to wherever?"  He groused.

Van smiled and patted his hand.  "Be patient, PJ.  It gets better."

PJ sighed and tried to look out into the darkness.  The plane's landing
lights illuminated the cement as it passed by.  Suddenly they turned and
stopped, and the plane began to vibrate as the engines raced.  His pulse
quickened, and despite the public appearances, he took Van's hand.  "Oh,
God."

The plane suddenly jumped forward and he was pressed into his seat.  The
landing gear vibrated rhythmically on the runway, and PJ growled through his
teeth.  "Van, I don't like this!"

"Ask if you can get off."  Van quipped.  The nose of the plane came up and
the vibration went away.  There was a sinking feeling in the pits of their
stomachs, and the plane arced over their city.

PJ got a dopey grin on his face and watched in fascination as the lights
slid by.  Before long they were to high to see individual lights.  Despite
his excitement, an hour into the flight PJ yawned.  After they had a little
sandwich and a coke he accepted a blanket and a pillow, and fifteen minutes
later he was asleep with both hands wrapped around Van's arm under the
covers.

He came to slowly, blinking at the feint morning light shining in the little
window.  Van snoozed next to him, and he stretched his back and carefully
stood up to go to the bathroom. It took very little time to decide that he
hated the cramped little toilet stall.  He washed his face, used his new
comb on his glossy hair, and tried to straighten his sleep wrinkled shirt.

Van smiled up at him as he came back to his seat.  "Morning.  Did you sleep
good?"

"Yeah, better than I thought."  He slipped into the seat and buckled in.
"Where are we?"

"I would guess we're damn close to Orlando."  Van yawned and sat up.  The
attendants were bringing coffee and croissants around.

"Florida?"  PJ's eyes lit up.  "You're taking me to Florida?"

"I thought you might like some beach time."  Van squeezed his hand and
adjusted his seat back up.  "Not all of life is a fight like you've had,
PJ."  He'd begun saying it like 'Peej' instead of 'Pee Jay'.  "Sometimes you
get some fuck off time, and I think we're due."

The landing was smooth, and PJ watched the strange city float under them.
With barely a bump they were on the ground.  They were near the front of the
plane and were in the terminal quickly.  The car rental counter was right
across from the baggage wheel so PJ watched for the bags while Van got their
car.

Every time the doors opened there was a blast of hot air, and PJ was already
glad that he had on shorts and a t-shirt.  His new shoes needed to be broken
in, though.  His feet hurt.  He pulled the two large pull cases and headed
for Van.

Van rented a convertible Mustang, and they both grinned like fools as they
hit the freeway.  "Where now?"  PJ shouted over the wind.

"Orlando!"  Van answered.

"What's in Orlando?"

"All kinds of shit!"  Van grinned and pulled PJ over for a kiss.  "I promise
you won't be bored!"

Before long they started seeing signs for Disney, and when Van took more
than a couple of the Disney exits PJ started to laugh.  "You're taking me to
Disney World?"  Van nodded.  PJ leaned over and hugged his neck had and
kissed his ear.  "I love you, Van."

"I love you, kid.  I wouldn't be here with anybody else."

They checked into a resort that looked like a tropical island surrounded by
pools, lagoons, and palm trees.  The lobby was an enormous twist of walls,
sofas, fish tanks, and open windows.  PJ's neck was starting to ache from
looking up and around so much.  He followed Van out a door and they walked
for sometime before he started seeing what looked like little houses in the
trees.  Van stopped in front of one of the little houses and used the key
card to open the day.  "Here we are.  Home for a week."  He let PJ go in
first.  "Get your clothes put away so they aren't wrinkled."

There was a living room with a sofa and overstuffed chair, a kitchenette, a
small bar, and a bedroom with a king sized bed.  PJ walked over to the
sliding doors and open it.  There was a patio with two lounges and a little
round table.  It was like watching one of those rich and famous shows on TV.

"So what do you want to do first?"  Van pushed his suitcase into the bedroom
and leaned it by the closet.  "We can do whatever you want.  This is your
trip."

PJ thought about it as he set his bag down and then smiled mischievously.
He turned to Van and pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor.  As he
walked across the room, he undid his belt and zipper and shoved his pants
and underwear down at the same time.  "You said anything."  He stopped in
front of Van, naked, and began to slowly pull Van's shirt up and off.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"  Van asked.  PJ just smiled and undid
his pants.  Van allowed him to slip his pants and underwear off, and they
stood motionless for long seconds, looking into each other's eyes.

PJ brought his hands up under Van's arms and hooked them over his shoulders.
  With very little effort he brought Van's lips to his, and this time their
kiss took no time to heat up.  Something poked him in the stomach and PJ
reached between them to feel Van's powerful manhood hardening in his
fingers.

Van guided PJ back to the bed and they crawled onto it.  Van stretched out
on his back, and PJ moved on top of him, slowly gliding back and forth and
causing their rock hard cocks to rub together.

"I never did this before."  PJ breathed heavily.  "I'm not sure what to do."
  Van licked one of his nipples and tickled it with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh, God that's cool."

"I'm not an expert, but just relax, okay?"  Van said gently.  He rolled onto
his side so that PJ was on the bed next to him.  He resumed kissing PJ and
exploring his chest with his tongue and began to slowly masturbate him.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!"  PJ groaned.  He felt like a wild fire was burning throughout
his entire body, and it was hard to concentrate.  Van made his way down,
outlining and tonguing each muscle, and then enveloped PJ's manhood in his
mouth.

"Van!"  PJ gasped as Van began to pump slowly up and down.  "Holy shit!
Oh!"  Each motion on Van's part caused PJ's nerves to vibrate faster, and
his stomach tightened harshly but in the most pleasant feeling he'd ever
had.  Flashes went off in his eyes, and he could feel his hips moving by
themselves.  "Van!  Something's happening!"  He pulled at the sheets and
arched his back, and somewhere inside something gave loose.  "Aaahhh!
AaaaaaaaaaHh!  Oh, God!"  Tears streamed down his cheeks as PJ had his first
ever orgasm that he didn't cause himself in the shower.

Van was caught off guard by the size, flavor, and amount of PJ's load, but
he managed to swallow and keep up with it.  He had been prepared to find it
disgusting and nasty, and instead was happy to find it sort of salty but
pretty damn good.  He looked up at the now gasping PJ and smiled as he slid
back up along side of him.  PJ immediately wrapped his arms and legs around
Van.  "Why are you crying, Baby?"  Van smoothed his sweaty hair out of his
eyes.

"It was so much better than I thought.  I love you so much it hurts
sometimes and I like when you call me Baby."  PJ mumbled against Van's
chest.

"Me too, Baby.  Me too."  Van rolled onto his back to let PJ crawl up onto
his favorite place, stretched out on top of Van.

"That's like the third time I ever came in my life."  PJ said quietly.  "I
never could make it feel very good."

"Who taught you how?"  Van asked, running his fingers through PJ's hair.

"Nobody.  I figured it out myself."  PJ relaxed and moved just perceptibly
against Van's sort of soft hard on.  It didn't take long for it to start
stiffening up again.

"Did you use baby oil or KY or shampoo or something?"

"For what?"  PJ lifted his head up.  "I thought that was for gay sex."

"Oh, PJ, I think we figured out a problem here."  Van smiled and closed his
eyes.  Whatever the kid was doing felt really good, and he just leaned back
to enjoy it.  "When it's dry it doesn't feel very good.  Kind of hurts
actually."

"I know."  PJ chuckled.  "I never thought of using it on myself, though."
Without warning he jumped up and ran into the bathroom, dragging his
suitcase.

"PJ, are you okay?"  Van sat up worried.

"I'm fine, don't move!"  PJ said from the bathroom.  Van could hear him
rustling in his suitcase, and in a bout a minute he came out and bounded up
on the bed.  Van had gone soft.  "Let me fix that."  PJ said and put it in
his mouth.  He tried to copy Van's motions, and pretty soon he was hard
again.  So was PJ.  He climbed up on Van's chest again and stretched out.

Van kissed him and leaned his head back, beginning to enjoy it again.
Suddenly PJ slid farther forward and reached back to grasp Van.  "What are
you doing?"  Van's eyebrows came together.  Then the feeling came to him and
he knew where PJ was aiming.  "PJ, not yet."

"I want to."  PJ said and slid back, causing Van to penetrate the first two
inches into his ass.  He held his breath for a few seconds as the pain
washed through him, and before Van could stop him he pushed the rest of the
way on.  He'd brought a little tub of stuff the guy at the mall said was
very slick and smooth, and in the bathroom he'd put it inside himself as
best he could.

"PJ!"  Van hissed, "You'll hurt yourself!"  He felt himself go all the way
in and he looked at PJ's face.  It was red from exertion, but he had a great
big smile on his face.

"Oh my God that feels cool!"  PJ said.  "Oh, man.  It hits some kind of
button in there."  He closed his eyes and began a steady rocking motion.
"Don't move for a minute, okay?  Jesus Christ, it's like liking a battery or
something."

Van chuckled.  He didn't want to move ever.  He wanted this moment to last
forever.  He put his hands on PJ's chest and began to massage him.  PJ
groaned and arched his back.

"It's coming again!"  PJ grunted, picking up the pace.  Van gritted his
teeth as his own moment approached.  "Every time it hits that spot it makes
my insides buzz."  PJ grinned and pushed up on his hands.  "Jack me off,
Van.  Please."  His eyes fluttered shut.

Just as van went to reach for PJ though he arched his back and screamed,
blowing his load all over Van's chest without even being toughed.  As this
happened he constricted his ass, and Van automatically began to slam up into
PJ's ass.  He couldn't help it.  He reached around PJ's back and crushed him
down in a bear hug, pistoning in and out.  "Jeeeeeeessuuuuuuss!"  He growled
and let go, spewing inside PJ in great contractions.

It was almost fifteen minutes before either of them moved, and Van's now
limp cock slid out of PJ.  PJ's breathing was getting deeper and more
controlled, and Van stroked his back.  "Aren't you glad we waited?"  He
asked.

"No, it could've been like this a couple of nights ago."  PJ smirked at him.
"This is the best thing that ever happened to me."

Van chuckled and kissed him.  "I told you you'd like Florida."