Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 17:21:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: BeaR GaRDeN 11  (Conclusion of story)

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

BeaR GaRDeN 11
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Arriving at the Bear Garden, an hour and a half early for `prep time',
Barry and Jef were confronted by the boss, "I've been trying to get you all
afternoon Barry. We've got a problem!"

Because Barry was preoccupied, he neglected to have his cell phone
on. Turning it on just now, "Oh my god, Joey! There's like ten messages
from you!"

"No kidding," Joey says, leading the two into the garden nightclub. He
didn't put it out of his mind, "Who's your friend?"

Getting technical, Jef doesn't let it slide, "Barry and me are boyfriends!"

"Got yourself a boyfriend, have you?" Joey replies, giving Jef the once
over, because he didn't look Barry's type.

"Right," Barry says, but has an interest in Joey's hurried approach to the
bar. "So what's up Joey?"

"Steve."

Barry's eyes swept the bar, from east to west. Normally Steve would be
behind it.

"Where's Steve?"

"It's what I'm getting at. He drove to the city last night and on the way
back this afternoon he was involved in an accident."

"He's not..." Barry show concern.

"Dead? No, but he's got some broken bones and a big headache. Not that I'm
not concerned myself, but we've got the club opening in an hour..."

Glancing at his watch, Jef butts in, "You've got an hour and twenty
minutes!"

"Bright boy you picked," the thirty-six year old manager replies.

"Of course Joey. You don't think I'd date some dumb ass?!"

"Well yeah, um, getting back to Steve, I'm going to have to ask you to tend
bar tonight."

"Sure. Wouldn't mind at all, except who's going to mind the front door?"
Barry threw a thumb over his shoulder.

"Got a new man coming on board. His name is Lit'L Dwayne and he should be
here momentarily."

"Little? I don't know if a little guy can handle this crowd. Some of them
can be kind of tough?" Barry says.

Neither of them had met Lit'L Dwayne and when he enters, Jef says to the
dude, "The club's not open. You have to wait outside!"

"Um, Jef," Barry says of his boyfriend, right on the doorstep of the big
`gorilla-of-a-man'.

"It's okay," the dude says, towering inches over Jef's height, "I eat
little guys like this for breakfast everyday!"

Not heeding Barry's few words, which meant caution, Jef says, "Oh really?
Maybe you want to swallow my cock?"

"Hee, hee, hee," the dude found Jef to be, "hey, you're cute, but..." he
takes Jef under the wing of his arm, "I'm really here to meet these two
dudes, I think?"

"Are you Lit'L Dwayne?" Jef asks.

"That I am," he says, wading around a couple of tables, reaching Barry and
Joey at the bar. He opens a hand and says, "Hey, I'm Lit'L Dwayne. One of
you guys Joey?" Though Lit'L Dwayne's main attention was on Barry.

"That'll be me."

Barry says, "Nice to meet you. Um, would it be possible to have my
boyfriend back?"

About 6'4", Lit'L Dwayne did not match his name by a long shot. Lightly
tanned skin, they were all guessing whether he was Hispanic or Italian.

They got their answer when Jef, curious to know, asks, "Where are you from,
Lit'L Dwayne?"

"Jersey City and you?"

"No, what country is your family from?"

Barry and Joey stood there, collecting information from Jef's `interview'!

"Originally Turkey, but I've lived in Europe and finally came to the
U.S. I'm working on becoming a citizen."

"That's cool," Jef replies. "If you need any help, I'm good at education."

"I had a sneaky suspicion you might be."

"Is your real name Lit'L Dwayne?"

"No, it's Duygu, but I've westernized it. How do you like it?"

Somewhere along the line, Barry was afraid Jef would be too truthful. They
didn't know Lit'L Dwayne and how far his patience would go. One good thing
about Jef handling the `interview', something Joey would have handled,
Barry got to check Lit'L Dwayne out. Fortunately, for the minds eye, he was
wearing a flannel shirt, sleeves chopped off, buttoned from neck to
navel. Though not much could be scene, the frontal assault covered in dark
hair. Regardless, a hairy man was a hairy man and it made Barry salivate,
thinking about the rest of Lit'L Dwayne's facade!

"You should chop off the Lit'L. You're not little and..."

"Um, Jef," Barry finally broke in, "if Lit'L Dwayne likes Lit'L, I think
it's okay, even if he's not `little'?" It's then Barry wondered about
little in the middle!

However, Lit'L Dwayne replies, "Tell ya what though, if it's a problem to
you, you can call me plain ole Dwayne. That's what my special friends call
me!"

"Really?" Jef was excited about it, because it would mean he was included
in Lit'L Dwayne's circle of special friends. "Cool!"

Barry asks, "Can I call you Dwayne, too?"

His eyes swept over Barry, from face to bellyhole, him replying, "Feel free
and when you and your boyfriend need a third partner, give me a call!" he
giggled.

Jef straightened him out real quick, "Oh no, we're boyfriends. We don't do
that kind of stuff!"

Hating to admit it, Barry backs him up, "Jef's right."

"That's nice," Joey broke up the camaraderie of the group, "but we've got,"
not making the same mistake twice, "How much time we've got Jef?"

Go figure! Jef didn't even look at his watch, saying, "About an hour."

Joey didn't pursue Jef's act of preciseness from before, "About an hour
before opening. Barry, if you clue Lit'L Dwayne into the ins and outs of
his job, I'll set up the bar."

Jef says, "And I'll walk around and get acquainted with the layout of the
place!"

It took Jef all of about four minutes to walk around the mostly empty
garden, his head tilted up to check out the retaining wall surrounding the
outdoor club. Being it kind of boring, the twenty-three year old got to
thinking what Dwayne had said about if Barry and he ever needed another guy
to have sex with. From the loosely covered shirt, Jef definitely was turned
on by the mat of dark hair, starting right at the base of Dwayne's neck,
nonstop to the top of his jeans. He also liked the way Dwayne's stomach was
rounded and slight protruded over the lip of his pants. He smiled, thinking
how hot his bellyhole was and wondered how deep it went, picturing it
hidden by all that splendid hair! He ended his self-guided tour at the
front entryway.

"Hey guys. All done?" Jef asks.

In a sexy tone, Lit'L Dwayne asks, "What's on your mind, hot man?" he
giggles.

Jef smiles, which made Barry think it was going to be another one of his
`strange' questions.

Jef asks, "We're good friends, right Dwayne?"

"Yeah," Dwayne hungered for more.

Sure enough, Barry was right, Jef asking, "I was wondering if I could see
you without your shirt on?"

Now, it might have been a strange request, but it's not one in which Barry
would have shot Jef down for!

"Sure. Anything for my best friend!" Dwayne laughs, peeling the flimsy,
altered flannel shirt from his shoulders.

"You look good," Jef says, like he's observing something scientific.

Dwayne gives permission, "You can touch if you want?"

"Sure! No problem!" Barry steps up to him, hands busy grabbing his
monstrous pecs.

To this, Dwayne roars, "Gr-r-r-r!" Same time, he feels since he's allowing
these guys to touch him, he weaves his hands inside of Barry's leather vest
and latches onto Barry's pecs.

"Hey!" Jef exclaims, knocking Dwayne's hands out of the way.

"What tha?" Dwayne says of it.

In all seriousness, Jef renders, "Barry didn't say you could touch him?"

Taking it in good stride, Dwayne replies, "Oh, I'm so, so, sorry! It shall
not happen again!" he giggles.

Throwing his remnant of a shirt back over his shoulders, Barry and Jef head
off to the bar.

Barry explains, "Jef, it's really all right if somebody we know touches me,
just as if somebody like Dwayne touched you. It would be okay with me?" he
paused for response.

"Okay," Jef accepted it.

However, Barry felt there was something else, "And what else?"

"I was walking around, thinking about Dwayne and even though I just met
him, I kind of like him."

"I have to admit. At first I wasn't sure, but I think he could be a fun guy
to hang out with," Barry replies, walking around the bar.

"You mean a friend for you and me to do stuff with?" Jef quizzes him with
unsure preface to their first meeting.

"Sure."

This was still leading to something, Barry asking, "Did you have some
activity in mind, Jef?"  figuring miniature golf?

"I don't know if you're going to like it."

Stacking glasses in rows behind the bar, Barry stops, saying, "If I don't
like it I'll tell you. How's that?"

"Okay."

After a half minute, "Are you going to tell me now or later?" though Barry
preferred `now'.

"I think it would turn me on if Dwayne were in bed with us sometime!"

"It's good you asked Jef."

"You don't like the idea?"

"No. I mean `yes', I like the idea, but I'm glad you brought it up with
me. Because as boyfriends, it is good we discuss things like this."

"I also had something else to say. It's kind of wicked."

It made Barry giggle, thinking out loud, "I hardly think you could come up
with anything `evil' Jef, but go ahead."

"If you don't like it, it's okay, but I thought I would like to kneel on
the bed next to you and Dwayne and watch you two have sex while I'm
stroking myself. Am I weird or what?"

"Are you kidding? That's really hot!" Barry exclaims.

"It is? You approve?"

"As long as you don't come before we're ready?" Barry laughs.

It then dawns on Jef, "Do you think it's okay if we have sex with Dwayne?"

"Why?"

"Because we just met him."

"Do you like Dwayne?" Barry already knew.

"Yeah," adding, "and I already was thinking a fantasy up for him."

"Hmm, does it include me?"

Smiling, Jef says, "Really I was thinking of only Dwayne, but it would be
cool if I was a master dude and you and Dwayne were my sex-slaves?"

Barry's loins were cooking over the thought of Dwayne joining him and
Jef. `Sex-slave' really got his balls boiling, "Fuckin' hot!"

"Whoa! Really?" To Jef, `hot' was `hot', but `fuckin'-hot' was something to
behold!

"Yeah. Go ask him."

"Me?" Jef gulped like it was something dreadful to do. "You want me to ask
Dwayne?"

"Sure. Why not? It's not like he's going to be surprised, after mentioning
it first?" Barry reckons.

"Like what do I say?"

"Well," Barry says, prepping some fancy drinks, "you go up to him, tell him
we were talking about what he said and thought it," he says it frivolously,
"we thought it was a fuckin' cool thing!"

Debating, Jef asks, "Should I say fuckin' cool or fuckin' hot?"

"Hm," Barry taps a finger to his lips, answering, "Probably fuckin' hot
would sound more dramatic."

"Okay. Cool!" Jef says, walking away.

"Good luck!" Barry yells, but is sure Jef doesn't need it. All this talk
had gotten his loins restless, but knew the real thing would do more than
that!

%

"How do I look?"

When it got time for Frederic to don his outfit for his first time at the
Bear Garden, he wanted to make sure everything was in place.

Helping him gear up, Adam stay a half hour over his clock out time, "Like
the real thing!"

As he said it, Ian walks in, himself readying for the evening out, saying,
"You look awesome Frederic, but you're missing something."

The bedroom was more than a wreck, clothing dropped on the dresser, on the
bed, whereas it was churned up with sex from previously nights, and of
course littering the floor.

It too didn't go unnoticed, Ian had entered without clothes on, his pubes
looking like they were gummed up with man-sauce! Frederic and Adam just
looked at each other and smiled.

"I know it's around here someplace," Ian searches high and low. Frederic,
relaxing his cock and balls with the codpiece off, takes his cock in hand,
taps Adam on the arm and nods towards Ian. Looking under the bed, his ass
is sticking right towards them!

Adam jokes, "Hey Ian, Frederic wants to fuck you!"

"Fuck you, Adam!" Frederic exclaims, slapping him across the chest.

"Here it is!" Ian gets up, twirling around the fronds of a flogger. "And by
the way, Frederic," as he hands it over, "anytime," he gives Frederic's hot
dick a `handling'!

"I'll have to think about it," Frederic replies. "So, what do I do with
this?" he holds the flogger, the frond dangling down.

"It goes here," Ian fastens it to a leather loop on the side of Frederic's
belt.

"I hope you don't expect me to use it?"

Ian responds, "It's like fucking, Frederic. If the feeling moves ya, use
it!"

Saying he had to take a shower, Ian vanishes.

"It's like fucking, huh?" Frederic asks. Then, seeing Adam's ass in the
air, though it was clothed, looking under the bed, "What are you looking
for?"

"See what else Ian has under here. Oh now, this would be great for rounding
off the ensemble!"

Holding up a pair of handcuffs, Frederic asks, "Aren't we taking this a
little too far, Adam?"

Adam replies, "Pick a hot man."

"Pick a hot man?"

"Yeah. The hottest guy you know."

"Hottest guy I know?" It entertains Frederic, since it's been a while since
he's reflected on any hot men in his life. "Like a movie star, you mean?"

"Could be. Pick a guy you would love to strip down, throw him on the bed
and fuck the living daylights out of!" Adam says it dramatically.

A serious face, reflecting deep thought takes over Frederic's face,
suddenly turning into a smile.

"Well?"

"I was at Rinaldi's the other night to meet a friend from out of town for
dinner. As we sat there, I swear it, this guy walks in, the spitting image
of Ben Cohen!"

"So, you want to fuck Ben Cohen?"

"No, actually, I want to fuck the guy in the restaurant. Looks like I'll
get my wish too!"

Playing up to Frederic, Adam asks, "And when will that come about?"

"We haven't set a date yet."

"I'm curious. Did he introduce himself first, or did you approach him?"

A mischievous look came over Frederic's lips, upturning into an almost evil
smile, him reporting, "I waited till he got up to go to the jon and I
followed him!"

"You followed `Ben Cohen' into the jon?" Adam asks, then high-fiving him,
"Way to go, Frederic!"

"I haven't done something like that in a long time."

"How did it go?"

"Not as tough as I thought it would go. More him, than me, he made it easy
for me, offering a `hello' and then, I was so nervous I can't remember
everything, but kissed, exchanged numbers and then went back out and
finished our meals."

"So, he's expecting a nice hot log up his ass, huh?"

"He didn't say, but I sensed it. I'm pretty good at thinking stuff like
that."

"Good," Adam replies. "Then you should have no problem tonight!"

"But you didn't tell me about my `Ben Cohen' scenario?"

"Frederic," Adam puts a friendly, palsy hand to his shoulder, "I have a
feeling you won't be needing any cue cards!"

%

Bill Basehart was recovering from the hot fuck, Ian getting a little more
into it than he figured, picking up a leather strap and making his ass red,
before stuffing himself inside. He took to lying faced down on a leather
table, breathing heavy, until his breath died out.

Still, stretched out in bondage, as Bill was conking out, Geoff was coming
to life, saying, "I saw what happened. Fuckin' hot Bill!"

It stirred Bill right back to life. "Oh shit, Geoff! I forgot you were
there!"

"Yeah and I saw everything. Ian was really ramming his cock into you!" He
laughed.

There was a scenario building here, Geoff doing the leading, which he was
good at.

On the other hand, Bill was right on cue. Sliding off the table, then
standing, he did wince a few times, a result of both, the strap thrashing
against his ass and Ian's `thrashing'!

"You better not tell anyone what you saw Geoff!"

Smiling, Geoff says jovially, "Sounds like a threat to me!"

After Ian's hot encounter, Bill didn't have much play left in him. Earlier,
he had driven one load down Geoff's gullet, then while weights swung from
his balls, Bill fucked him hard, making sure they were both getting their
thrills. His third milking came as a result of Ian's hand, stroking Bill
off as Ian used his back as a landing field, feeling the juices squeeze out
between his ass opening and Ian's deflating sizzler.

"We're going to the Bear Garden."

"What?" Geoff questions, all ready for another hot session of pleasuring
ball torture or other fun Bill could conjure up.

"You heard me!" Bill exclaimed, allowing the locking winch unfold, chains
rattling, Geoff's arms sagging.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Geoff winced, the muscles in his arms set to aching. However,
for Geoff, it was all part of `it'. He loved the bondage almost as much as
the ball torture. Earlier, his whole psyche was based on Bill working him
over till about midnight. The change in plans draws reaction, "I thought
you wanted to have more fun with me?"

Bill's favorite phrase, "Don't pee in your pants yet. I still have plans
for you tonight."

If a guy could get into the Bear Garden naked, Bill would have made Geoff
leave his clothes in Avraham's basement dungeon. Instead he `orders', "You
don't need your briefs. Put on your jeans and shirt. Sneakers without socks
will do."

Upstairs, Bill did hesitate, remembering Avraham was still staked out on
the kitchen prep table. He was about to head there, but then an evil
thought came to mind. `Yeah', he thought, `leave him for the morning crew!'

In Bill's truck, Geoff asks, "So, what's the plan for tonight?"

"Depends entirely on you, Geoff."

"Me? Like how's that go?"

"How good is you memory?"

"Average, I guess," Geoff replies.

"Then you better write this down. Paper is in the draw under the seat."

Of course, having quite a few play dates with Geoff, Bill was growing to
like him very much, for the reason he could really take what Bill dished
out. Excluding `fucking', which Bill liked more than could be expressed, he
liked working over a guy's balls. On the side, he could get into the
discipline, usually wielding a flogger as punishment. All this came about
around his junior year of high school, so to be through college and a
practicing `master', Bill has had more than his share of experiences.

"Got it," Geoff replied, clicking the top of a pen.

"I met a guy online and had an interesting conversation with him..."

"Should I be writing this down?"

"No, you don't write this down. I'll tell you when to start writing!"

Geoff smiled. Too bad they were in Bill's truck and on the road. He could
have gotten some jollies out of being punished for even thinking the wrong
thing!

"Sometimes when he goes to parties, he'll require his `boy' to keep a tally
of different things he expects. Write now. Number one, you are to suck no
less than fifty cocks."

"Fifty cocks?"

"Problem with that?"

"No, except I might have a sore jaw afterwards!"

"Not as sore as the rest of you. Number two, you are to get no less than
twenty-five guys to punch you in the stomach."

"That's a new one," Geoff wrote it down.

It was like a game. If Bill mentions `problem?' and Geoff gives him flack
over it, then most likely Bill will let it slide.

"Problem, Geoff?"

"Nah. I'd like to try it." Geoff thinks it over again, "Punch me in the
stomach."

This went on for the duration of their trip to the Bear Garden, Bill having
Geoff list stuff like getting fucked, having guys twist his nips till they
were red and swollen, or the ultimate humiliation, hair pulling.

"Hair pulling? Like where?"

It would definitely get Bill off if he were a witness to it, "Pubes,
especially your balls!"

"Yikes!" Geoff replies.

"Problem?"

"I guess not," Geoff says, taking a gulp of spit.

Bill wasn't sure how to read it, but knew ripping hair from a man's pubes
or balls could hurt, but not damaging as a punch in the stomach.

"That's it. Turn your list into me by the end of the night," Bill throws
the truck into park.

What didn't thrill Geoff is he assumed, with going around and gathering up
his list of thrills, it meant he would be doing little dancing, especially
with Bill. Though, in a way, he couldn't picture himself as ever dating
Bill, except in a basement dungeon or leather club. He even smiled,
watching Bill take off for the entrance to the Bear Garden, leaving him to
fend for himself.

As he slowly walked along the row of cars, for whatever reasons, he started
to get bored with the idea of fulfilling items on a list. Having spent the
better part of the afternoon being used in the dungeon by Bill, he wanted
to have `fun' fun. With light shining from a pole, he scanned the list he
just wrote out. More or less disgusted with Bill, but mainly himself, he
said out loud, "Fuck it!" Crumbling the paper up, Geoff threw it to the
pavement like he was trying to score points.

By the time he reached the entrance, there had formed a cue of about ten
guys between him and Bill, Bill the next in line to be allowed in. He
watched, seeing the language of Bill's bod, interacting with the
bouncer. First on his mind, it wasn't the usual man, Barry Dunbar, but some
other hot dude. He snarled, thinking it was a good idea to ditch his list,
when seeing the bouncer write something down and hand it to Bill. He
wondered at all if Bill had had an interest at all in reviewing the list he
made up, had he bothered to show accomplishment?

Finally, making it to the ticket-taker, Geoff decides on a little
investigative work, asking, "Say, about ten guys ago, there was this guy
you were talking to?"

It being Lit'L Dwayne, he recalls, "Sure. Reddish-blond hair, your height?"

"Right. I was just wondering if you knew him?"

"Not until tonight. His name is Bill. Nice fellow it seems."

Playing along, Geoff says, "Yeah. Looks like a nice guy to take home for
some lucky guy!" he laughs out loud.

"Yup!" Dwayne agreed, but didn't get personal.

However, as Geoff walked past the bouncer, he knew!

%

"Are you going to take your shirt off?" Justin asks Thomas, right before
they step down to enter the `party'.

"Sure, but I wonder how come Barry isn't at the door?" Thomas picks up the
tails of his shirt, then says, "Oops! Almost forgot! Hold these," he takes
off his glasses and hands them to Justin.

"You look good in these, but you would look better in contacts, you know?"

"Ya think?" Thomas asks.

"Then again..."

Even though Justin had seen Thomas with less than only his shirt off, he
plays up to him, "Who cares about eyes, with this hot bod!"

"Are you going to ask me to dance or what?" Thomas jokes.

It was a warm evening, so they opted for shorts, both wearing Justin's
clothing. Thomas had been here once before, Justin many times, so it was
easy for Justin to lead and Thomas to follow and soon they were enveloped
in a sea of fur and flesh.

"Hey, Barry's at the bar!"

Justin made a signal he could not hear.

"Barry!" Thomas lip-signed, "Bar!" pointing.

In response to both Thomas and the music, Justin bopped his head up and
down. Slowly the two worked their way through the crowd.

More than once, Thomas felt a hand on his ass, or a guy take liberty to run
a hand all the around his midsection. One dude even tweaked his nip!
However, when he turned to look, it was some older dude, so he just smirked
and let it pass.

At the bar, it wasn't only Barry serving up drinks, two others on either
side of him. They happened to approach one of the others. When Justin
leaned in to order, same time Barry leans over and says to his colleague,
"Friends of mine. Keep'em filled on the house!"

Thomas went to thank him, but Barry didn't have time, with all the thirsty
boys to serve!

"Oh the house?" Justin says as the two sip off the top of bottles of beer,
"I'm never coming here without `you'!"

He heard, Thomas playing, "What was that?"

Justin smiles, sips, says, "More dance!"

Dancing, they often stopped to meet some of Justin's friends from
work. Thomas didn't have many friends, so Justin's friends became his!

%

"I'm going to have to confiscate the flogger and handcuffs," Lit'L Dwayne
told the middle aged, muscled dude in leather attire.

"If you must." Before he left the house, Frederic was keyed in on a little
bit of the leather lifestyle. Adam had complimented him on the depiction of
the perfect `master' and therefore suggested he act the part.

Frederic's only question was, "Will I get more ass?"

Adam said they'd be begging at his feet.

So, right from the start, at the entry to the Bear Garden, Frederic made
his sales pitch, "I expect to have them returned in the same condition I am
surrendering them to you, or it'll be your hide!"

From Frederic's first approach, his bod laden with leather gear, the
harness crisscrossing his mostly dark hair, integrated with a tinge of
graying, the chaps, boots and now this, `the talk', it was causing quite a
stir for Dwayne, throwing Frederic's way a gesture which would give him a
clue to interest, "Yes, sir. I will keep them in pristine order. By the
way, I like the way you keep yourself trim. Nice sixpack."

He wasn't really good at acting, but knew he was being led on and play on
the bouncer's words, "Kind of you to say so," and as Adam had tutored him,
"boy. Frankly, if I had you someplace private I would be having your tongue
glide over each one!"

Smiling, and even though he was holding up the line, Dwayne thought his
loins drew precedence, "That can be arranged. How about later?"

Showing indifference, another `Adam' clue, Frederic breezes past, saying,
"Make sure I get your number before I leave."

"Yes, sir," Dwayne replies, turning to another patron, "Next?" though, his
attention was still on Frederic. He had to bend down to pick something up,
a ploy in trying to rearrange his crotch!

"Don't rearrange yourself on my account!"

Straightening himself up, Dwayne comes face to face with Jorge Villa,
decked out in his signature tank top, silver chain around his neck.

They stare at each other, but before Dwayne can say anything, Jorge says,
"I installed your cabinets for you about two years ago."

"Strange I don't remember. I never forget a pretty face!"

Jorge comes back with, "Or a hot fuck?"

"You? Did me?"

Jorge laughs. Laughter presented enough explanation, Jorge saying, "Here,
Dwayne," he puts two tickets in Dwayne's, I.D'ing him.

"And your name?" Dwayne asks as he lets him and his date in.

"Keep guessing," Jorge replies. "If you guess by the end of the night you
win an all day sucker!"

Along with him was his date for the evening, Troy Trainor, whom he met this
afternoon at the senator's home.

"Good cocksucker, is he?"

"Tall, middle east men turn you on?"

"Could," Troy replies.

"Bet he'd love having your baton up his ass?"

"While your's is up mine?"

Back at the senator's house, the two could only get in some making out,
Troy having some security loose ends to tie up, Jorge there for business,
measuring kitchen cabinets. It was a plus, running across Troy, it got him
in the house, whereas he would have to wait till his appointed time, due to
some foul up with a person he talked with on the phone.

Though, after his measuring was done, a young man entered the kitchen,
apologizing for giving him wrong information, saying it was his first day
on the job and shouldn't have made the decision on his own. Jorge wasn't
too bent out of shape, the dude coming out to his truck and making it up to
him with a hot blow job!

"Busy place," Troy says. "One might get lost in `the sea of happiness'!"

Getting the message and not which he minded, Jorge says, "Meet you at the
bar in an hour!" They parted company, wading through the muck of men.

Thirsty, Jorge headed for the bar right away. He was about to reach over a
dude's shoulder to grab a beer, when the dude turned towards him.

"Oh hey!"

"Hey, yourself!" Jorge says to the dude.

Having met this afternoon, they had exchanged kisses, off and on while the
blow job was being given, but neglected to formally introduce themselves.

"I'm Trevor."

"Jorge," Jorge introduces himself, except instead of a handshake, runs his
hand over Trevor's back, from shoulder to shoulder, asking, "What are you
drinking?"

"I know this is going to sound like a line, but my wallet is locked in my
friend's car."

"Does sound predictable," Jorge replies, joking.

Catching his stab at humor, Trevor replies, "Yeah, well I was waiting for
some sucker to happen by and buy me a drink!"

"Speaking of which," Jorge gets the last stab, "I thought you were a pretty
good sucker this afternoon?"

With one sip of his beer, he places it on the bar, ordering up another.

"Thanks!" Trevor lifts the bottle to toast.

Weaseling his way in, Jorge's back blocks another dude, him asking, "What?"
when he finds Trevor scanning his face and chest.

"Aren't you a little over dressed?"

As it went, Jorge would usually strip off his light blue tank top, which he
only wore it over one shoulder, the other strap going limp down his side,
unless he met up with a hot dude.

"Guard this," he said of his beer bottle while shimmying among the crowd to
get it off. Immediately he feels a hand on his back. Turning, he warns,
"Touch me again and... oh, it's you?"

"You didn't waste anytime," it was Troy, "gettin' it on with the senator's
nephew?"

Jorge interrogates Troy, "Senator's? Nephew?"

Trevor remarks with a smile, "Yeah. We didn't get that far yet, but I was
going to tell you?"

"Tell me about your heritage, I take it?" Jorge replies.

"It's not as illustrious as it sounds."

"Sorry," Jorge replies, "but I'm sure you have hidden talents I don't know
about?"

Bored, Troy says, "See ya around town." He takes a drag off of Jorge's
lips.

"Did you two have something going?" Trevor asks.

"Going, going, gone!" Jorge replies, adding, "But I much rather like what I
have going!"

Trevor jokes, "You liked my blow job that much, did you?"

"Fantastic!" Jorge replies, and like the French chefs do, kisses his thumb
and fingers.

Getting the connection, Trevor asks, "So I'm going home with you tonight, I
take it?"

"Have you got another place to go?"

"If you don't have a backyard swimming pool, I do?"

"Why wait when we could be swimming?"

Trevor never found his friend, even though he looked over the crowd, but
just shrugged his shoulders, the twenty-two year old not giving a care,
saying, "Kevin will understand."

"I wonder how you knew this was my truck?" Jorge asks facetiously, the two
finding it at once.

"Intuition," Trevor replies.

On the ride home, because Trevor's mouth wasn't full, Jorge finds out
Trevor is `working' at his uncle's mansion while in college, completing a
degree in physical education. He tells, he's been there two days, and
whereas he's supposed to be engaged as a servant, it's a pushover job
because nobody ever bothers to give him work to do.

"So what do you do with your time?"

"Work out in the gym, swim, do homework, swim some more and oh yeah, I join
in with Troy's boot camp workout."

"He lets you slide too?"

"No way. He treats me just like the rest of the platoon. I like especially
the team exercises."

"Hmm, I could get into that!" Jorge says, backing out of the parking space.

"You looked kind of fit after you took your shirt off?"

Joking, Jorge says, "So which do you like best? Top half or bottom half?"

"From an esthetic point of view I like the whole package. Taste? Lower."

Differing, Jorge says, "But it was a quick blow job. You didn't even get a
chance to taste the rest?"

"I'm sure that's about to change," Trevor reaches over and rubs Jorge's
thigh.

"You cause me an accident and you're paying for it!"

"Oh my god!"

"What?"

"I left my wallet in Kevin's car!"

"You don't trust Kevin?"

"I trust Kevin. It's just that... I like having my wallet in my own
pocket!"

"What else you've got in those `pockets'?" Jorge's hand strays from the
steering wheel.

"Keep your hands on the wheel. If we have an accident and my junk gets
smashed up against the dashboard, you're in charge of fixing it!"

"No fair!"

"What's `no fair'?"

"This afternoon."

"What about it?" Trevor asks.

"You got to see my junk, but I didn't get to see yours!"

"Oh really? Just to let you know, when we get to my uncle's place, we're
skinnydipping!"

"Hot diggity!"

%

Back at the watering hole, Tugba Ozbek had been taking his time, listening,
getting the hang of hanging out at a gay club. He had bought himself a
drink and had just turned the corner, after leaving the bar, when `wham!'

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Geoff Long says, after the head on collision of bods.

"This is a new drink! I buy it right now!" Ozbek communicated to Geoff.

Geoff felt bad, but there was something else urking him on. Could it have
been the drink he had caused to splash all over the owner's hairy bod? It's
not the first time he's been at the Bear Garden. Not the first time he has
witnessed a drink getting slopped onto a guy's front, or from behind, some
guy getting a slicked up back from a Margarita or other cocktail. From
these experiences, he gets up enough nerve to bend over, saying, "I'll take
care of it," and judging this to be a top guy, something he had the sense
and intuition to pick out of a crowd, sticks his tongue out and begins to
lick away at the chest fabric.

It was more than Tugba could even conceive, this young guy, guessing,
mid-20's, sticking his tongue out and licking at his chest. Remembering his
tutoring earlier, the Turk takes the commanding role and latches onto
Geoff's right nip with his free hand. With slight pressure he gets no
response from Geoff, but continued `clean up'.

Geoff was about an inch taller, when responding verbally to the tightening
of finger and thumb around the barrel of his nip, "I can take whatever you
can dish out."

It's not the first time Geoff has used the pick up line. About eighty
percent of the time it worked to reel in a hot top guy. It didn't matter if
it were only for sex, or if it involved something more of a kinky
nature. Even if only for sex, he would work his way into something more,
whether it be a light flogging with a belt on his back or balls, or some
finger-play with his ass. It was all good.

"Can take whatever I can give out?"

"Yeah, but not here," Geoff says, not even giving any thought to Bill
Basehart.

"Of course," Tugba agrees.

"You have a place?"

Tugba didn't want to take it back to the mansion, "No. You?"

"Motel okay?" Geoff replies, "I'll pay."

It suited Tugba, the two leaving.

Lit'L Dwayne never got back to Bill, but on his break, managed to track
down Frederic Baumschlager. He was easy to pick out, stealth physique,
graying hair at the sides of his head. Sitting at a circular table and like
he predicted, more guys than the fingers on his hand, seated around him.

"It's against the rules for this many guys to sit at a table," Dwayne
informs the lot of lads.

Who were they to question the 6'4 club bouncer? In seconds they fled
Frederic's table.

All except one, whom Frederic caught by the elastic the dude's briefs. It
was a no-no to strip down to the lowrisers, but on account of the fly being
open...

"Hey!" Dwayne shouts, "You know the rules!"

Answering for him, the college frat sitting on Frederic's thigh, "Fuck
you!"

"Hmm, I suppose I'll turn my head on this one, but `Sonny'," he addresses
the dude, "pull up those boardshorts!" Dwayne says, winking, then heading
back upfront.

Overall, Frederic owed Adam much for tonight's gathering around the
table. He had taken Adam's words as a grain of salt, never dreaming how a
change of clothing could result in guys flocking to him, like bees to
honey. For the few men his age, fifty-eight, they were soon to be crowded
out in descending order, until a mix of ages, starting from the high school
senior crowd, through college and a few thirties and forties men sat around
with him. Slowly, those who had fled, trickled back to the table.

Mostly it was `talk'. Not talk about the weather or somebody's last
vacation, but...

Three guys who coming to the Bear Garden together, one under Frederic's
right arm, two almost fitting along the seams of his left, the blond under
his right arm says, "Yeah, we always make fun of Ted!"

Ted, it so happens, was this chubby nineteen year old, who very much
resembled the classic teddy bear, fat pecs adorned with two pink buttons,
carpet of ginger-brown fur on his stomach, somewhat darker stripe embedded,
cutting down the middle, a bellyhole swirl with an out of whack treasure
trail.

Because Frederic was the main man all these dudes pay attention to, it also
gave him clout, which soon learned could provide a big turn on. As for Ted,
Frederic uncoupled his right arm from over the blonde's shoulders and lays
his hand flat out on Ted's stomach. "Oh yes, I see what you mean. Soft,
furry mat you've got there, `son!'"

He laughed, which made Ted giggle, replying, "Thanks, `daddy!'"

Feeling a bit reluctant to further his touching, Frederic remained
stationery. He learned names as the situation arose.

"What Teddy likes is this," the dude on Ted's other side remarks, bowing
his head as he contorts his bod, leans over and sucks up Ted's nip.

"Oh, you know what I want, Mikey!"

`There,' Frederic thought, saying it so he remembered. The plump, hairy kid
next to him is Ted, his friend, Mikey. Mikey who sucked in Ted's nip.

Breaking off his thoughts of names, the blond leans over, his almost smooth
textured bod rubbing against Frederic's arm, reaches to Ted's shorts,
"Check out what he's packin'!"

The blond might have been laughing, but this scene wasn't only making him
horny as hell, but filled him with a runaway curiosity, "Oh really?" his
hand slipped down Ted's belly and inadvertently shooed the blond's hand
away.

"Mind if I take a look?"

Some dude, almost Frederic's age, a few years younger reaches down and
probably more versed of a scene such as this, slides a hand right into the
top of Ted's shorts, replying, "Oh yeah. We got a hot one comin' on!"

Frederic wasn't sure about this. Touching a guy with his pants on, versus
feeling him up in the raw..."

"You like that boy?" the hand touching Ted's cock on the inside of the
shorts, apparently making him moan, coaxes the teen on.

"Yes, daddy," Ted replies, looking up at the scruffy-bearded face, his
elbow grazing over the field of fuzz.

At the same time, Frederic was taking lessons in life at the Bear
Garden. Actually, he just went with it, paying so much attention to Ted,
when really he would have focused up on `musculed-blondie' to his
right. Being he slowly was losing his grips on the chubby teen, he released
his interest, turned to his right and asks, "So what's your story, `boy'?"

Easy come, easy go, Frederic allows Ted slip from his thigh, the
muscle-head working his way into Frederic's life.

Seeming like it was a lost cause to pursue retrieving Ted, he gave him,
Frederic bringing his left arm forward, over blondie's shoulder and
outright set his left hand on the dude's thigh.

"I thought you were into cubs?" the blonde replies.

"Not necessarily," Frederic replies. By now, his education more advanced,
he had no reservations about being a stranger, turning the blonde's chin to
face his puckered lips.

It didn't take Frederic long, to `read' the Bear Garden like a Thomas Wolfe
novel, terming it a place to get down and dance your ass off or drink up a
storm. Plus, a guy could feel downright uninhibited, as Frederic sensed
with the `bear' had dug his hand right down into Ted's shorts. His senses
kicking in, Frederic really liked the physique of the blonde, and as he
felt, his hand ran the course, checking out the taut abs, with full
intentions of furthering the journey.

Looking down his own chest, peering over the small patch of blonde hair,
midchest, the dude asks, "You like muscle dudes?"

"I like these," he feels up each of blondie's six pack, right down to his
small bellyhole. Tapping the treasure trail, he asks, "This lead any place
special?"

As far as who was leading who, the blond asks, "I don't allow strangers to
explore, unless they've got a name first?"

"Frederic," Frederic replies, diving right under the dude's belt line. "And
your's?"

After moaning at the touch of Frederic's tender hand, "Scott and that
feels... way too nice!" To show his appreciation, Scott, almost same
height, matches his lips up to Frederic.

Frederic was liking this immensely, but rather than please himself, he
takes Scott's hand, encouraging him to be turned on in the same manner!

Breaking off their lip action, Scott says, "I like it when a real man takes
control."

He had his opinion, Frederic, when Scott tried pawning him off onto Ted. At
least it's the way it looked. By all means, tall, rippled with muscular
features, to Frederic, Scott looked like he could play the part of the
alpha male.

Rubbing his lips on the side of Scott's neck, Frederic says, "I bet you
could get down and dirty with my big shaft?"

"Give me some place private and I could do you all over!"

By now, seeing Scott monopolize Frederic's time, his entourage of boys
dwindled to a select few, whom found the daddy-cub scene good enough for
keeping themselves hard. Two of the dudes at the table, tit for tat, dug
their hands into each others' shorts.

Terrible at guessing age, Frederic thought Scott to be of the college
crowd, but whether he was nineteen or twenty-four, it remained a mystery
right now. Rather than totally scare Scott off at his age of fifty-eight,
Frederic reassures himself, "You into mature men, I take it?"

A hand to Frederic's scruffy abs, Scott rubs it, saying, "You take care of
yourself. I like that in a mature man."

A play of Scott's words, Frederic says, "Ready to take care of more than my
chiseled abs?"

A language all its own, Scott sensed Frederic pushing on his feet, engaging
his thighs and, he assumed, a result of the obvious, Frederic's devotion to
the gym, the arm over his shoulder helped catapult the two of them off the
bench.

"You going already?" one of the dudes with his hand down his buddy's
elastic waistline, asks.

"Unless you boys want to join us?" Frederic joked.

However, Scott was not joking when he boasts, "Are you fucking kidding? I'm
not sharing you with any other guys!"

"Take care," Frederic says to the two. "Wish I could help you out there!"

Seeing Ted and his `daddy' off in the distance, doing some rumpshakin', he
waves.

Frederic wasn't sure, but if he thought on it long enough, could probably
turn up a name, saying to Scott about Ted's daddy, "I think he's the house
manager down the road, but I forget his name."

"House manager?" Scott replies, trying to affix a location to `down the
road'.

"Vince! That's his name," Frederic looks back, matching the name to the
bear, who was making out with his `cub'.

"But which house?" Scott asks.

"The guy who designs the underwear."

"Nouguet," Scott names.

"How do you know so much about who's who in the neighborhood?"

Scott levels with Frederic, "My brother, Troy, he's security manager for
Senator Quagmire."

"Is that where you live? With him?"

"Sometimes. I'm there to use the pool, the tennis court, other things, but
mostly I stay at the dorm, except when I have alternate lodgings?" Scott
smiles, looking to Frederic. "Get what I mean?"

"I'm getting your meaning," Frederic replies, it coming in loud and clear,
but something also driving him on to `make' Scott come home with him.

"Hey, little bro, where you going?"

"Did you forget I'm of legal age, Troy?" Scott says to his brother.

Frederic could sense, Scott's brother curious to who he was in the picture,
rendering, "I see the family resemblance," Frederic freely runs his
knuckles against Troy's abs, feeling up the sixpack.

It's only because this older dude was with his baby brother, Troy allows
the feel up of his taut stomach, saying, "I know you. You're the house
manager down the road from the senator's estate." Likewise, Troy takes a
stab at bootcamp logic, putting his knuckles up to Frederic's contoured
bod, putting pressure on, like a slow, slow gutpunch.

Forcefully put, taking a pace backwards, Frederic replies, "Good. You know
where to find Scott, in case you need him later on tonight!"

Troy had nothing against older guys, but he was curious to why his brother
had picked up one. He supposed he would not be finding out now, but perhaps
when they are working out together, he'll pop the question. Instead, he
replies, "Have a fun time without me."

"Did I miss something here?" Frederic says, as Troy vanishes into the
crowd.

"Not much. Most likely Troy hasn't hooked up with anyone yet and he was
testing you to see if you liked threesomes!" Scott replies.

"Do you?"

"Like threesomes?" Scott says, still in Frederic's arms, his furry front to
Scott's back, the two swaying to the music as they watch the crowd
dance. "Did it once. Once was enough."

"Why's that?" Even though Frederic could guess, on his own experiences.

In a drone-like manner, Scott explains, "In the beginning everybody is
sucking and licking each other, but then when it comes down to fucking, you
have to figure out who is going to fuck who and nine out of ten times
there's one top to two bottoms and somebody's ass gets left out!"

"Very perceptual!" Frederic says, giving Scott a kiss on the shoulder.

Looking into Frederic's face, after the fact, Scott says, "Getting kind of
personal, aren't you?"

"I'd like to do more than that!"

Throwing hint, Scott says, "Where is it you said you lived?"

They stopped swaying and got walking!

%

Raymond was a little late getting there, after closing up the gym,
chit-chatting with Tom and then dropping him off at the place he stayed,
but didn't call `home', Renato's house. He had pleaded with Raymond to take
him with him to the Bear Garden, but Raymond facetiously reminded Tom of
being underage.

Regardless, when he got to the front entry, there wasn't much human
traffic, but two guys in front of him. When he saw Lit'L Dwayne collecting
tickets, he asks, "Barry doesn't work here anymore?"

"You know, you're about the two hundredth person who's asked me?"

"Does he or doesn't he?" Raymond asks with a smile.

"He's on bar duty tonight." Taking his ticket, Dwayne says, "Hey, don't
forget to take your shirt off!

Raymond knew he was flirting, so scooped up the tails and gave him a look
to what was underneath!

"Mm-mm!" Dwayne said and licked his chops.

Laughing, Raymond comes back and asks, "Say, by chance do you happen to
know Renato Rinaldi?"

"I know him. He came in earlier. Asked me if I saw any hot guys come in?
Saw any hot guys?!" Dwayne laughs out loud, "Hah! Is he kidding? They're
all finger-licking good-lookin'!"

"I was supposed to meet him here. I thought maybe he would wait for me at
the entrance," Raymond informs, casing the crowd for what he can see.

"He's probably floating. If you don't find him come back and I'll make an
announcement, somebody found his keys."

"You have his keys?"

"No, but that'll make him respond quick. What horny guy wants to get out to
his car to find out he doesn't have his keys?!"

Raymond smiles, replying, "You got a point there. Okay, I guess I'll
`float'!"

Like the first time, only this time totally void of the shirt, Dwayne
licked his lips, hoping Raymond didn't find Renato!

"Geesh!" Raymond said as he looked across the sea of shirtless bods. "Good
luck!" he told himself, stepping down the three steps which would bring
anybody to the level of dancers. Even though he was looking for Renato,
Raymond saw some delightful men he wished he was looking for! He gave up
looking through the dance floor and went to the bar. "There you are!" he
said loudly, when spotting Barry at the bar.

"Hey, how's it going?" Barry reached a hand over, doing the little
gym-thingy, tapping knuckles. He also asks, "By the way, I got some new
customers!"

Raymond looked puzzled.

"My new boyfriend and me. We talked about it and..."

And before Barry could finish, Jef is right there next to him, asking, "Is
this him?"

"Me?" Raymond questions Jef.

"This is him," Barry tells.

Jef clues Raymond in, "Barry said, all we have to do is look for the
handsome dude with the sixpack!"

"Handsome? Really Barry?"

Telling it with total abandoned honesty, Jef says, "He's right. You have
got to be the most handsome guy I know!"

Barry turns to Jef with an ugly look, "And what does that make me?"

Jef had the answer for everything, replying, "Oh you. You're a bear! He's
not a bear!"

Getting back to talking about the gym, "I think you're not so bad looking
yourself, Jef!"

"Ya think?" the twenty-three year old cub asks.

"Sure and give it six months in the gym and you'll be sporting your own
sixpack for all the guys to drool over!"

Barry and Raymond laughed, Jef asking, "Is the gym still open? We don't
have any time to lose!"

After that encore, Barry directs his `little helper' to wash more glasses.

"By the way, you happen to see Renato Rinaldi around?"

Unknowing of Raymond's affiliation, Barry says, "Yeah," then laughs, "I saw
him with his boyfriend, or maybe two or three of them!" he laughs
again. "It's tough to keep up with Renato when he's got two or three of
them on his lap!"

"Oh," Raymond says, all the luster drained out of his voice. "Well I
suppose I'll have a beer for now and hang around."

It was on the house, with Barry's badgering he was going to make Raymond
pay for it six months from now, if Jef didn't have a sixpack!

"No guarantees. After all, a sixpack isn't something to be wished for. It
takes a lot of effort and determination. So, maybe I should pay for the
beer?"

"Oh no. I'm gonna make sure Jef is down to that gym every single day!"

"I think I'll just get drunk out of my skull!" A dude shows up at the bar,
then addresses Barry, "Bartender, give me a beer. No, make it a Jack
Daniels. No, two."

"Sorry, but one drink at a time, unless you have a guest. That's the
rules," Barry says.

"I should probably have something stiff myself!" Raymond says.

Not knowing the guy, he says to Raymond, "Nobody could have more worse luck
than me tonight!" He takes the JD and gulps it down, coughing his lungs
out.

"Damn, are you okay there, guy?"

Raymond had beat Barry to it, slapping the dude on the back, in an attempt
to clear his lungs.

In between coughs, the dude says, "They make it look so easy in the
movies!"

By this time, Barry has a glass of water on the counter, "Here, try this."

"Water?" the dude tastes it, sticking his tongue out.

Raymond laughs, saying, "Maybe you should try a beer?"

"Yeah. Then I'll go out and kill myself!"

Raymond looks to Barry, the two exchanging looks.

Barry takes the initiative, since he's been through this more than once or
twice at the club, break ups, "Why don't you hang with Raymond awhile until
you cool off?"

It's then the dude spills, "I can't believe my boyfriend of three
years... well, I was supposed to meet him here and there he is, sitting
over there on some dude's thighs, doing some kind of erotic lap dance!"

"Did you say something to him?" Raymond asks, same time checking the dude
out with interest because he had a nice, contoured chest and though no
sixpack, showed he took care of himself.

"I certainly did. The nerve! He told me I was boring and told me to go find
some other boring guy and I'd match up perfect!"

With a smirk, Raymond tells him, "By the way, I'm `boring'."

"You're what?" he says to Raymond.

He was on his second beer, Raymond feeling good and uninhibited, "I'm the
boring guy for you! I think we match up pretty well," Raymond scans the
dude's bod down to his jeans. Raising his eyes, he says, "By the way, nice
pecs!"

"I can tell `you' work out."

"I have to be a good example for my customers."

The dude says, "I'm not getting something here."

"You haven't touched your beer?" Raymond replies, pushing the second one
he's purchased over in front of the dude.

Seeing what was going on here, he says, "Okay, but I got the next round."
He picks it up and sips, then says, "Your customers, what kind of business
you in?"

"Own my own gym. Blazing Saddles?"

"I think my boyfriend..." he was going to say passed by it on the way here,
but derails his thoughts, "the fat, scumbag!" He goes on to explain, "He
used to be stealth like you and me, but then little by little he let
himself go. Now he's this," the muscle dude explains, using his beer bottle
and other hand, "big, overgrown `bear'!"

"And what's wrong with a big bear?" Barry butts in.

"Private conversation," Raymond says to Barry.

"Well, excu-u-u-use me!"

"You're excused," the dude says.

"You two ganging up on me?" Barry left it at that, uncapped two beers and
left them there on the counter before departing for another round of
customers.

The dude asks, "I thought it's `pay as served'?"

"His boyfriend is my future customer, so it's on the house," Raymond says.

"You're a good person to know," he sips.

"Would be if I knew your name?"

Almost choking on a sip of beer, "Jon Neri," he switches off the bottle
from right to left, to shake hands.

"Raymond Romaine."

Taking Jon's hand, Raymond was in the position to rub his knuckles against
Jon's midsection.

In turn, Jon pushes his hand against Raymond's abs, "Gosh, you're smooth?"

"You shave?" Raymond asks Jon.

"How'd you guess?"

"I see hundreds of guys a week. One day they come in looking like a bear
from the woods, the next day, smooth as a baby's ass!"

A smile in place of his reply, Jon's tongue toys with the top of the beer
bottle.

"What?" Raymond inquires.

"I was just wondering how smooth your ass is!"

"Wow, that was fast! We're not even on our first date and you want to
tongue my ass, Jon?"

Suave, Jon says, "Why don't we count this as our first date and then you
can see just how talented my tongue can be?"

"I just suppose, since you dumped your boyfriend that..."

"Correction. He dumped me? At least that's the way I see it?"

Agreeing, Raymond replies, "That scumbag!"

They both laughed, Barry coming by to check up on them, "Ready for
another?"

The two were a little tipsy, Raymond a little ahead of Jon, saying,
"Nah. Thanks though, but Jon is about to show me how talented his tongue
is!"

"You want to announce that to everybody?" Jon says sarcastically.

Even though shouted, nobody could hear over the decibels of music, "Hey
everybody, Jon is gonna..."

"Shut up!" Jon places a hand over Raymond's mouth, "or you'll have me
tonguing every ass in the place!"

Uncupping his mouth, Raymond says, "At least you'll get a lot of practice!"

They were in a laughing mood, so laughed.

Barry comes by, saying, "By the way, Jef went on a glassware hunt and saw
Renato with a bunch of guys. I don't think you want to know the
particulars."

Leaving the two, Jon says, "Renato? He's the guy you're supposed to meet?"

"Yeah. I never could find him."

"Be glad you didn't. He's the dude my boyfriend was sitting on with his
pants down!"

With a cocky grin, Raymond says, "Frankly me dear, I don't give a damn!"

"Oh shit!" Jon shouts out.

"What?"

"Gone With The Wind is like my most favorite movie!"

It wasn't Raymonds! However, he loved the smile on Jon's face, raised up
from his former self and hating to dismiss the brilliant ray of excitement,
"Cool! How about music?"

"Indie rock," Jon replies.

"Me too!" Raymond replies, even though he could go for dance music too.

"What's your favorite song?"

"Oh that's like so tough. There are so many!" Though Ray didn't want to
chance picking a `wrong' song, which would not draw the life out of Jon.

"Me too! I mean, there's like millions. How can you pick one?"

"I can't believe we have so much in common?" Raymond puts it to him.

"Hey, do you want to leave now?"

It was something Raymond wasn't sure of, happy that Jon brought it up,
though says, "I was almost ready to ask. Cool!"

Arm over arm, the two pranced out of the club, on their way to their
future.

It's the way it went all night, the club slowly emptying out, Lit'L Dwayne
watching `couples' leave or at least a gang of three, four or five. He
snarled at each one, thinking he would be going home to four lonely walls,
staring up at the ceiling till he fell asleep.

The club closing at one in the morning and right on the dot, Barry appeared
at the front entrance, "You can officially close up shop, Dwayne," Barry
came to tell him.

He was about to close the wrought iron gate, when Barry taps his arm, "Hold
on a second. We've got one more straggler."

"Sorry. I was in the jon freshening up."

Dwayne licked his lips though, wanting so much to taste those stealth pecs
which bulged with muscle, the rounded stomach, which also could boast of
seeing the insides of a gym 24/7.

Barry says, "Dwayne will see about letting you out."

"I'm not doing too well tonight."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I came with my new boyfriend. Now he's not my boyfriend. Strike one. When
I was in the jon I slipped on some guy's come. Strike two."

"Really? Are you okay? Want to fill out an accident report?"

"Nah. The only damage is getting come on my rear end."

"Is there a third strike?" Dwayne asks.

"Yeah. My cell phone died. You have a phone around here to call a cab."

Dwayne guesses, "I suppose that would be the fourth strike?"

"How's that go?"

"You came with your former boyfriend?"

"Strike four. You got it!" the dude guessed what Dwayne was thinking, his
ride history.

"I've got some options for you."

"What's that?" The muscled baseball-cap dude asks.

"You can either use my cell phone or I can give you a lift home?"

Because the dudes was already checking out the opening of Dwayne's flannel
shirt, he jokes, "My home or yours?"

Calling the dude's bluff, Dwayne says, "Mine, of course! What did you
think?"

"Currently I live with my brother and his family. I doubt bringing you home
would make me very popular!"

"Only one problem."

"What's that?"

"I'm not in the habit of taking home strangers."

Knowing he looked for a name, the dude replies, "Hector Orozco. And what
might your name be, `stranger'?"

He almost said `Lit'L', but somehow it didn't catch on like he thought,
surrendering, "Dwayne Orman."

They stood there, looking at each other, Dwayne finally saying, "Well, let
me help finish closing up here, then we can be on our way?"

It's then Jef shows, asking, "Dwayne, Barry said to ask if you want to have
some pizza at Rinaldi's with us?"

"In case you haven't checked, it's after midnight. Rinaldi's is closed?"
Dwayne says.

"Not for us. We can get in even when it's closed," Jef replies, walking
away and not waiting for an answer.

"What about it? You up for some pizza?" Dwayne asks.

"Sounds good to me," Hector replies.

Normally, Rinaldi's By The Sea, would only allow a person in if they were
properly attired. As for the quartet, Hector and Jef pulling their not so
sweet smelling tee shirts on over their head, Barry in his leather vest,
Dwayne with his flannel `rag' over his shoulders, they looked like a
rag-tag group. However, it wasn't a problem, Aldo Rinaldi unlocking the
door for them.

What was amazing, Aldo had informed them he had to set up for a big weekend
party, trying to talk them out of staying, but Hector speaks up, saying
he's a pro at making pizza.

Saving the day, the early morning hour, they all stood around, drinking
wine and conversing while Hector pulled together two beautiful pies.

Passing by, Aldo told Hector, "Anytime you want to quit your job, you've
got one here!"

"If I get tired of driving an ambulance I'll take you up on it!"

Saying so, led Hector into a tirade on what he did for a living, part time.

As for Dwayne, they all found out he had a degree in teaching physical
education, but couldn't find a job. But he never regretted opening the
gym. As a result of him and Hector drinking more than they realized,
Raymond also voiced opinion, "What other profession can boast of so much
eyecandy?!"

Raymond's remark unfolded the conversation for the night. Eating pizza and
drinking wine, the four talked into the early morning hours, revealing
stories of guys in their lives, how they met and short sexual vignettes,
where applicable.

Already attached, Barry and Jef often caressed, when Barry's story about
meeting Jef came to a sweet climax. As the morning progressed, Barry and
Jef could see Raymond and Hector developing into nothing short of a
relationship which they had fostered themselves.

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