Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 21:19:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mickey S <njmcmick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sandy Hook, Ch. 8

This is a story of an unusual relationship between two men. If you are
under age, or live in an area where reading stories that include sex
between males sex is illegal, or if you're not into this type of story,
please leave. This story is completely fictional, as are all of the
characters. While the characters and their story are totally fictional,
some of the places mentioned really do exist.

Thank you, my friends, fellow writers, critics, editors and e-mailers. I
hope all of you reading this have had as much fun with it as I had writing
it. The guys in this story are into being safe because they want to live a
long time. So should you.

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Sunday

Corey

I woke up in his arms again. Man, I could get used to this. What's
happening to me? He's a disgusting dirty old man. Well, maybe not
disgusting, but old. But he feels so good to wake up with. And man what a
great fuck. Sitting with that thick pole up my ass last night was so much
fun. He filled me the way I want to be filled. Why isn't he twenty years
younger? Why isn't he the guy I'm looking for? I want a guy just like him,
only my age. I kissed him lightly on the forehead as I got up and got
dressed. Again, I went to his office to write him a note.

'I'll meet you at the picnic at the country club around 12:30. People would
talk if we showed up together and I wouldn't want to embarrass you. You
don't have to bother bringing a swimsuit. I've got one for you. And don't
worry, it's your size and just like mine. But remember to wear all of your
rings.

Corey'

I went home to shower and change. The apartment was quiet for a
change. Apparently, Jack and Anne were sleeping. Then I saw the official
looking notice on the kitchen table. They were being evicted. The landlord
was giving them thirty days notice. Shit! Living here with them has been
lousy for the last few months but what am I gonna do? Where can I go?

I showered, shaved and changed. I got our things together for the
picnic. I'd noticed that this one pair of white baggy swim trunks I had
turned practically invisible when they got wet. Thank God for the
lining. So I bought George a pair in his size. But since he's been going
commando all week, it only made sense to cut out the lining.

I was just about to leave when Jack came stumbling out.

"Hey, Corey. I hate to break the news to you this way, but it looks like
we're out of here soon. The neighbors called the cops yesterday and the
landlord has had enough. The lease ran out a long time ago and we were only
going month to month so he's given us thirty days. I don't think Anne and I
are going to stay together, but it looks like all three of us need to find
new digs."

"Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't crazy about the way things
were going. You guys were good to me when I first moved in, but lately it
hasn't been easy. I was thinking about moving out. I guess I'll have to
think faster now."

"Sorry, Cor. You're a good guy. Find yourself a boyfriend. That shouldn't
be hard for you."

"Yeah, right. I've gotta get to the bank picnic. I hope you and Anne make
out okay, together or separately."

"S'long."

Oh shit, what am I going to do? Yesterday, I was thinking about moving out
because I wanted to, but now I have to think about it because I have to. I
can't deal with this. I'd rather think about the little bit of fun I'm
gonna have with George today.

The picnic turned out to be really nice. It was at a great country club
near Basking Ridge and had all kinds of good food apart from the usual
barbeque stuff, which was good, too. I tried to keep my distance from
George, so I hung out mostly with Anita, Sharon and Richard. After eating
and having a few beers, I 'bumped' into George and suggested a swim. I know
from our talk at the gym he really likes to swim. He's not much of a
swimmer, but he likes the water and likes doing lazy laps. I got my bag
from the car and we met in the locker room.

"Okay, George, here's your suit. You can see it's the same boring white as
mine, but since you're free balling, I cut the lining out. And I bought it
for you and paid for it, so you should thank me. Anyway, you can see that
it's loose and baggy, not some tiny little thing that you'd be embarrassed
to wear. Let's go play some water volley ball."

We went out and played in the pool for over an hour, just having fun. It
took my mind off my housing situation. A game ended and I decided it was
time. I climbed out of the pool and walked across the patio to where we had
left our towels. Half the people at the picnic were crowded on the patio,
most helping themselves to the open bar and buffet. George saw me leave the
pool and swam over and climbed up the ladder. His swimsuit clung to him and
the wet material was practically see-though. Mine was too, but I still had
the liner in mine, which protected me like a Speed-O.

He stepped onto the crowded patio, naked for all practical purposes. You
could see the lack of pubic hair through his trunks. You could see the cock
ring I had made him wear. Some people laughed, some gasped. Some kids just
stared. He didn't seem to realize anything was wrong until one of the older
guys stepped up to him and whispered in his ear. Then he looked down,
quickly covered himself with his hands and ran toward me. He grabbed a
towel, wrapped it around him, whispered, 'You fucking bastard,' and ran
into the locker room.

Most of the people on the patio were giggling or laughing, a few looked
shocked. After a minute, I followed Georgie into the locker room. A quick
look told me no one else was around. I found Georgie, sitting on the bench
in front of our locker, his head in his hands.

"Hey, what's up?"

He raised his head and there were tears streaming from his eyes.

"You've gone too far, Corey. Playing around with me on the beach at Sandy
Hook was okay, because everyone there is either gay or into nudity: in
either case, very tolerant to unusual behavior. The stuff at the gym,
everyone there is an exhibitionist, so who cares? And the sex at home;
sure, I'd rather be on top, but just being able to have sex with you was a
dream come true. And I've done all sorts of stuff at the Reservation,
though maybe not all in one day. But you just embarrassed me in front of
people whose respect I've been trying to earn since before you were
born. I've worked hard for a lot of years and don't have much to show for
it because I'm not an aggressive guy. I've been openly gay the whole time
I've been here, something that was not easy back then. And now, you've
taken that all away and made me look like a pervert, exposing myself in
front of kids. Just leave me alone."

Oh fuck. I thought today was a silly little prank, compared to what I've
done to George all week. But this really hurt him. I really fucked up. I
walked out of the locker room wondering if there was anything I could do to
make it up to him. I felt like shit. I'd been having fun all week without
really thinking. I was standing next to the DJ's table when I saw George
walk out of the locker room. Without thinking, I grabbed the DJ's
microphone and asked him to turn down the music.

"Sorry to slow down the party, folks. I promise you I won't be long. I'm
sure none of you know me, since I've been working for the bank less than a
year and this is my first picnic. My name is Corey Metcalf and I work for
George Parker. He's one of the best people you could ever work for. Today,
I played a prank on him, because he's a good sport and a great guy. It
turned out to be a stupid prank. Don't blame him for those swim trunks, I
gave them to him, thinking it would be funny, but not realizing there would
be adults and kids who would be shocked by them. George, I'm sorry, Please
accept my apology. I mean it. And if anyone else here was embarrassed or
offended I apologize to you too. I was just trying to have little fun. I
didn't think it through."

I walked over to George and held out my hand. He hesitated a second, then
reached out and shook hands.

"Apology accepted. But I really want to go now."

"Can I go with you?" I whispered.

"Only if you really want to."


George

Oh, shit. He promised me he wouldn't do that, embarrass me in front of the
bank, ruin my job. I was horrified when I realized how exposed to everyone
I was and that they probably assumed it was deliberate. Don't get me
wrong. I'm not very modest. I don't mind parading around Sandy Hook showing
my stuff, such that it is. But I'm not an exhibitionist. I know that there
is a time and a place for everything. So I was horrified that Corey had
exposed me to everyone from work and their families. But then when I came
out of the locker room to leave, he grabbed the mike and made a pretty
convincing apology I didn't expect that of him. It's strange, in the past
week of enduring his blackmail, domination and humiliation I'd actually
grown to like him. I really didn't know anything about him before. But I'd
begun to get to know him this week and he seemed to be a nice guy, in spite
of what he was doing to me. But he did it to me at a work function,
humiliated me after all these years of gradually teaching them gay pride.

But then he made that public apology. How could I not accept? Especially
since I've fallen in love with him. I don't know when it happened, when I
first saw him, or just today, but I have fallen for this boy, heart and
soul.


Corey

Thank God he accepted my apology. I never really meant to hurt him; well,
maybe at first. He's really been a good sport all week. I started out
hating him, wanting to make him suffer. But as I got to know him, I
realized what a good guy he is. He's put up with all of my torture with
only a little bit of whining. And the sex had been great. As much as I've
discovered that I really get off on dominating, I really got off on having
his thick dick up my ass last night too.

I followed him back to his place. He grabbed a couple of beers from the
fridge and we sat down at the counter.

"So where do we go from here, Corey?"

"I really am sorry about today, George. After all of the crazy things we've
done all week, I thought this was kind of tame. I was wrong."

I reached into my bag and brought out the envelopes I showed him in the car
before I forced him to get his nipples pierced, a CD and a videocassette. I
pushed them across the counter toward George.

"This is it, George, everything I've got on you. There are no other
copies. They're yours to destroy if you want. But I wouldn't if I were
you. You're really hot in some of the pics and we both got off on the video
last night. You might want to hold onto them for a while before you make a
decision. So now I have no hold on you. But I'd really like to keep doing
things with you. I promise to have more respect for you and not embarrass
you as much. More focus on domination and less on humiliation. And it
doesn't always have to even be domination. But it's up to you now."

"Damn, Corey, I don't know what to say. All week, I've been terrified of
what you might do. And then this afternoon, I hated you for what you
did. Like I said, I loved the sex and being close to you. A week ago, I was
immensely attracted to you physically, but knew nothing about you that
wasn't on your employment application. I've learned a lot of things about
you in the past week, some disturbing, some very nice. I think we still
don't know each other very well."

Shit, I think I'm gonna cry. In fact, I know it.

"George, I know I have no right to ask this after what I did to you today,
but you made an offer yesterday. I need a place to stay. My roommates are
being evicted in 30 days for their disruptive behavior. And since I was
never even on the lease, I'm out too. Would you still be willing to let me
stay here while I figure out where to go?"

George didn't answer right away, just stared at the wall for a moment.

"How much stuff do you have?"

"Not much. The furniture is theirs. I have my computer, TV, VCR and DVD
player, plus my clothes and a few other things."

"How about I follow you over to the apartment after work tomorrow and help
you pack? Maybe we can get it all over here in one trip with the two cars."

I broke down and bawled my eyes out. George came around the counter and
held me tightly in his arms.

"You mean after all I did to you, you forgive me?"

"Yeah, Corey. There are a couple of things I forgive you for. And more than
a few I thank you for."

"Can I ask one more favor?"

"Knowing you and your 'favors', I'll just have to say it depends."

"I'd really like it if we could move my stuff into one of the extra
bedrooms, but I'd like it more if we could move me into your bedroom."

"Anything you say, Corey, you're the boss."