Another Solar Fox Original

                             INTERVIEW

I entered the first floor of the lavish office building. The woman at
the desk told me that the office I wanted, a Mr. Guidry, to see about
employment, was on the 23rd floor. I had two choices - the long haul
up the stairs, or the speedy but not so often reliable elevator. I
chose the latter, logically; I had walked at least two city blocks
and up lots of parking lot stairs to get here, so I'd be damned if I
was going to wear myself out even more. This was to be my initial
interview; I had submitted my resume and an application almost two
weeks ago. What was the job? Or more importantly, who am I? My name
is Jason Staubs, and the job I was attempting to fill was a small
part in a major television commercial. The commercial was for a
well-known nationally renowned household product... okay.. it was a
laundry detergent, big deal. But it may well mean good bucks for me.

At least I thought I was good enough for Mr. Guidry - he picked my
short video out of about twenty-or-so that were given to him as
showing just how well common everyday people could act-- I was just
hoping that once I got the part (I felt confident that I would),
that I wouldn't have to go on a set with a bunch of women. Okay,
sorry, but that should tell you a little something about myself; I
am gay and very glad of it; I am eighteen, and I basically think
that I became aware of my intense desires when I was thirteen. I
guess certain parts of my body wouldn't leave me alone!

Well, the elevator arrived on my floor. The doors opened, I got in,
but just about the time the doors were closing, this guy got on..
what a dreamboat! I mean, well, I myself stand about 5' 9" or
thereabouts.. this dude had to be at least six feet, light blonde
hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black "Metallica" concert
shirt, ripped blue jeans that were basically ripped at the knees -
but some other places too.. heh.. yeah, there were some obvious
tears around the crotch that looked like they were made
intentionally. The shirt he was wearing really had no sleeves; it
looked like a t-shirt that had been cut or otherwise torn to look
more like a tank top, even so I could see the thick hair under his
arms and by looking carefully on down trying to evade his attention
rather than capture it, at least for now, I could see a thin portion
of the elastic band of his underwear where they stuck up above his
jeans. Just then he stuck his hand in a pocket and doing so caused
his jeans to go down slightly and I could see more of the elastic; I
casually took a deep breath and discovered that he smelled unusually
nice - then he looked unusually nice, too!  He had certainly
captured my attention. I spoke first.

"What's up?"

"You... really wanna know, dude?"

"Uhh.. sure."

"My dick for one thing."

He had pushed a button for the 20th floor, in this building which by
all indications had FORTY floors. I couldn't help but smile; he in
the trashy boy clothes that I would much rather be in, me in my
three-piece suit. Oh, to take off this tie and.. the elevator
arrived on the twentieth floor, and noting that I still had about
fifteen or twenty minutes, I quickly got off on his floor with no
hesitation.

I followed him - he simply went into what appeared to be a snack room
on this floor- the walls were lined with almost every kind of
vending machine possible.  Cokes, coffee, cakes, chips, sandwiches..
you name it. I watched from the entrance as he put in some money,
got a Coke, and sat down. I hesitated to enter the room- after all I
didn't really know if he was gay, straight, wanted to be alone,
wanted company...

"Yo.. come on in if you want.. I don't bite"

I went in, sat down in a chair across the table. Funny, I was half
expecting to see this dude light up. He looked like a smoker. Hell,
Jas.. why not try him?

"Got a light?"

"Nope.. sure don't.."

"Good."

"Why?"

"'Cuz I don't have anything to light."

"Well.. I might say so."

The conversation was born. Damn.. just a few minutes until the
interview!

"Gotta be somewhere?"

"Yeah.. I got this interview at two o' clock.."

"Who with?"

"A guy on the 23rd floor.. Charles Guidry."

"Oh?" he said.

"Yeah."

"You can be late."

"Well, not really. This is a big interview, no small potatoes if you
know what I mean."

"Well, -I- said you can be late."

"What do you mean, 'I can be late'?"

He stuck out his right hand. "Donny Guidry, Charles' son and account
executive."

I shook the hand. "Naah.. now wait a second.."

"Aww.. what the fuck.." he reached in his pocket and pulled out his
badge.  Yeah, the guy in the picture really did match this dude. I
knew something was up.. why would he prolong me? He really didn't
look that old, either.

"Jus' a second," he said as he got up and walked over to a phone that
was in the room, and dialed, "O".

"The office of Charles Guidry, please."

"Dad, hey! Yeah listen.. you know that guy that was supposed to be
interviewed at two? Yeah.. that's him.. yeah he's with me... look,
he's going to be a little late.. Huh? Tomorrow? Yeah, well, we
could. Oh? Yeah, I'll tell him..

Okay.. bye.."

He hung up the phone and came back.

"Well, how would you like to be interviewed TOMORROW as opposed to
today, while at the same time being GUARANTEED that you would get
the part, any part?"

"Uhh.. sure thing.. whatever you say!"

He turned the chair around, the back of it facing me and the table,
and sat down, straddling the chair backwards. His knees were very
visible now. God, he looked young! I knew he didn't look any older
than me.. but at the same time, he looked responsible.. and perhaps
he was responsible.. right now he was responsible for this rise I
was getting in my brown trousers.

"So.. you're Jason Staubs, eh?"

"Yeah.. I am.."

Guidry must have told him.

He slowly sipped his can of Coke Classic, looking at me almost
constantly, looking down now only to reorient the position of his
shirt. "I would take this damn thing off," he said, "but there's an
ordinance against no shirts and shoes outside an office.."

Even his voice sounded youthful. I couldn't suppress it any longer.

"Donny, how old are you?"

"I'm seventeen. How old are you?"

"Eighteen," I answered.

"Mind if I say that ya look cramped in that mess? After all, the
interview IS tomorrow..."

I sat there and looked at him, almost as though he were the best
friend I had ever had. The best friend I had ever had was Jimmy..
and after I graduated high school three months ago, we lost touch..
he went to the beach and after that he had planned to go to
Berrymore College. I'd never see him again. Well, Donny got up and
physically walked around behind me, grasped my tie, and began to
untie it. He slowly pulled it off from around my neck, seeming to
drag it around the collar. He reached down and unbuttoned my collar.
He noted mentally that I didn't put up a fight, and who would? He
was so gentle.. okay, okay.. so he's straight until proven gay.. but
at least he's starting off on the right foot.

So, he got the collar unbuttoned, but then slowly drug the back of
his hand across my cheek as he pulled away. Homosexual material?
Yes, I think so!

I craned my head back as he laid my tie on the table. Yes, he was
smiling.  This, however, may have been enough for him; he retreated
to the other side of the table again and resumed his straddled
position in the chair. Which was okay, because looking at him was
reminding me of high school again, something that I kinda needed
right about now.  He looked at me- he was still smiling that boyish
smile. God, it was a charm.

"Remind me to return the favor sometime," I said, trying to sound
sexy on purpose. I wanted to make sure he knew that his efforts had
not only not gone to waste, but certainly had not gone unnoticed
either.

"You like Metallica, I take it," I said.

"Yeah.. they're okay. Who do you like?" "Oh, well.. Metallica is one,
Def Leppard, Dokken.. I'm a real rocker.."

"Yeah, me too," Donny said. His hair was really long in back and was
very straight. Still, he appeared to be straight also because his
face was so..  boyish.

"Jason, you're really cool.."

"Why, thanks dude, you are too."

"Look dude, why don't we blow this pop stand?"

"Sure!" I got up and walked with him out into the hall, followed him
and we got back on the elevator. Ring! The bell sounded as we
arrived back at the first floor. He picked up a phone, and yelled
across the lobby. "Charlene, put 2115 up to Guidry's office.."

"Yes sir, Mr. Guidry.."

"Dad? I just wanted ya to know, I'm outta here.. I'll see you
tonight, okay?

Huh? Okay.. talk to you later.. bye.."

"Just wanted him to know I wasn't around.. no clientele today hardly
anyway..  Dad has things under control."

"So, what did you want to do?" I asked.

"Anything. I just thought you.. needed a friend. You looked sort of
down and out up there, Jas.."

"Yeah, nothing wrong with your perceptions.. and Donny, you're cool
as hell too.."

"Jas, you already told me that once. You are too."

He was making me nervous. I wanted to tell him so much more. I was
just so afraid that the words might not come out right, and if they
did they may have a sound to them that might make him want to leave.
Still, he had said nothing about the opposite sex, the commercial
spot, nothing. The commercial spot!

Yeah! That's a handy starter!

"Uhh.. one thing Danny.."

"Shoot!"

"This uh.. commercial spot.. I'm not gonna be in there with a bunch
of women doing washing, am I?"

"Uh... no, actually.. it's, well, I'll tell you.. it's one woman, but
there's a scene you're in where there's a bunch of dudes in it after
a supposed football practice, you know dirty clothing and all, and..
well...?"

"Ahh.. that's cool.."

Ahh.. yes, but things started picking up after that.

"Do you have a car?" I asked.

"Yeah.. you?"

"Sure.. it's a couple of blocks.."

"Come on," Danny said, "we'll get mine, it's in the executive lot
right around the corner."

It was a gold Trans Am. But as we were walking from the front of the
building to the car... fireworks began. The first shot was a Roman
Candle.

"But you know, Jason, there's so much more to our operation than just
commercials.. you DO know that don't you?"

"Know what?"

"Grrr.. wait 'til we get in the car.. right here..." and he unlocked
his car and I got inside. We closed the doors.

"Jas.. are you married... girlfriend?"

"No..."

"Are you thinking about a girlfriend?"

"I'm thinking about a boyfriend."

That took bravery.

"That's what I thought," he said. "I sorta get these feelings about
other guys.." he said.

"Yeah.. I guess I do too. When did you feel that way about me?"

"On the elevator," he said, matter-of-fact-ly.

"God."

"How long have you been gay, Jason?"

"Long as I can remember, I guess."

"Yeah? Me too.."

He started the car, backed out of the parking space, pointed the car
out of the bottom level of the three-level parking lot into
sunlight. God.. he had a car phone, tape deck, radio.. CD player..

"But.. what's so much more to your operation than just commercials?"
I asked as he turned the radio down so we could talk normally.

"Guess."

"Gay porn?"

"Bullseye! Jason, you are really smooth, dude! Got some porn of your
own?"

"Yeah.. some.."

"Where do you live, Jas?"

"Oh, I have this little apartment.. nothing fancy.."

"Is it.. kosher to go there or anything? I mean.. we can go to my
place if you want.. or..?"

"Yeah dude.. my place is cool.. my roommate is at work and he's okay
about me bringing people over.. or whatever.."

"Okay.. out route 60, I'll bet.."

"Yeah.. Bakersfield."

He really looked nice. The aroma from him that I had smelled in the
elevator was even stronger now, I had just begun to really notice it
as we got on the freeway; I had been a little too nervous up until
now to really notice my sense of smell because my sense of gayness
had peaked so high.

"Damn dude, you smell gnarly.."

"Yeah?" he said laughingly, "Thanks!"

He threw in some vintage Kansas. It was "Dust In The Wind."

"Oh, so you like the light stuff too.."

"Yeah, I can be a pretty mellow dude sometimes," he said.

"Me too."

"Yeah.. I could sorta tell that music wasn't the only thing you liked
to thrash, Jason.. look dude, sorry.. don't get me wrong or
anything.. I'm not a hungry wolf or anything.. I'm just horny right
now.." he said as he unsnapped his 501's and unzipped them. "You
don't mind if I..."

"Oh.. no dude, don't mind at all.. as I unzipped my own trousers now.
Just then it hit me.. I realized that I was so overcome by this guy
that I had left my tie on the table back in the snack room of the
Hollingsworth Building. Fuck it.  This dude was worth a tie. He was
worth a lot more.. which was yet to come, I felt.

We sat at the red light now and he eased those jeans on down past his
crotch..  I eagerly looked at his underwear.. oh yeah.. just white
cotton jockeys I had seen all my life.. nothing special. But as the
other streets went from yellow to red and I knew ours was about to
go green, he swiftly slid his undies down also. There it was, the
California monster. He was a year younger than me, and he had to
have at least twice as much on him as I had. "Like it? Or does it
bother you?"

"No, it doesn't bother me.. not at all.."

"Go ahead.. touch it if you want.."

Slowly, carefully, I reached over with my left hand across the
stick-shift in the middle of the hump and felt of his stick-shift.
It was hard, thick.. and hot. Real hot. "God.." I uttered, "it's as
hard as the music we love.."

"Harder. Try to move it." I hesitated. "Go on.. try! It's okay!"

It wouldn't. It was like a girder in a building.

He giggled. "Heh.. gave you something to do, didn't it? It's amazing
man.. once I get hard like that, even if it's.. five hours sometimes
before I touch it, it never goes down!"

"Shit!"

"Where to now?"

"Exit 213," I said. "It's about five miles."

I carefully unbuttoned my shirt now, revealing my chest and reminding
Donny that I left my tie but not to worry about it. I took off my
socks and shoes, and let my trousers and Fruit of the Looms fall to
the floor.

"Damn! Oh.. that reminds me..." he said, picking up the phone now and
dialing a number. "Mr. Guidry's office please.."

"What now?"

"Oh, I'm calling dad to tell him that.. dad? Oh...yeah.. I just can't
seem to leave you alone, can I? Heheh.. well, listen.. Jason.. what
kinda car you have?"

"A brown 1987 Honda Accord.. why?"

"Wassa license tag... you remember?"

Wait.. why the dog and pony act?? Oh well.. must have a reason..

"California plate.. 12845L62.."

"Okay.. dad... there's a brown 1987 Honda Accord, license 12845L62 in
the visitor's parking lot.. it will probably be there overnight..
would you call the guardhouse and tell them to make sure it doesn't
get impounded? Yeah.. it belongs to a friend of mine that left the
building unexpectedly.. okay? Really?  Gee, thanks, I owe you one..
no.. I owe you two.. and dinner.. yeah! Okay.. I gotta go, I'm in
heavy traffic.. bye..." and he hung up the phone.

"God, thanks Donny, I never would have thought about that.."

He smiled. "Dammit, Jason.. I want so bad to.."

"To what?"

"Just.. peck you lightly on the cheek.."

"Well, I'm not stopping you.."

He looked long, hard.. waited until we were on level, straight
pavement.. no cars for several feet in case he swerved, obviously..
and oh.. the feeling of the lips as they gingerly touched my face..
they seemed to be touching every inch of my body and went all
through me.. he wasn't afraid at all, and I didn't show any signs of
resistance. I loved it.

We pulled off at my exit, and I told him how to get to Amber Crossing
Apartments. Within three minutes, we were parked in front of the
door to my place. I zipped up, went up and unlocked my door and as I
looked back, I could see he was still struggling to get his jeans
back up.. the fact was, he couldn't, or at least didn't want to take
the effort.. he.. finally took off everything, ran down his window
and uttered, "leave the door open..".. I was baffled, but he
streaked from the car to the apartment carrying his clothes and
wearing nothing but his shirt. I closed the door behind him and he
broke out laughing. "He he.. sorry man.. I just.. got those jeans
down and they didn't want to go back up again without extricating
pain.. so I just kinda ripped 'em off..."

"Don't blame you.. I would too if I had a dick that big," I said,
wholeheartedly and seriously. He put his clothes on the sofa in my
living room, and tossed his socks and black Reeboks on the floor. He
followed me into the kitchen where I fixed us some Cokes on ice.

"You've got cool titties," he said.

"Huh?"

"Well, they're standin', and they just look real neat, that's all.."

Shit, that was it. I took off my trousers now and even my underwear.
He was nude, why shouldn't I be? I certainly wasn't going to ask him
to put everything back on! Why should he?

We took our drinks and I put on some music as we sat on the sofa and
talked.  His hardon was constant. Come to think of it, mine was too.

"Well, dude.. this is a great place... certainly nothing to be
ashamed about," he said.

"Yeah.. thanks."

His skin was so tan. I wanted to run my hand on his bare leg.. it
looked so innocent. The hair on it was so dark, so nice.. he caught
me. He must have known everything I wanted to do to him.

"I see you're lookin' at my leg.. heh.. don't be afraid to touch me,
if you want. I don't have any boyfriends, and I'm really short on
friends you might say, too.. since I kinda bailed out of school last
quarter. I had too, see.. I was enjoying looking at all the guys dad
was photographing and videotaping..  and I wanted to be part of the
action. It's funny though, you know, while I appear in some of these
things with these guys, I never have sex with them. I save that for
someone special. A lot of these lamers that do these things would
have sex with anybody, anytime, anywhere..

"Yeah, I know.." I said, rubbing his leg slowly now. "I could tell
you were different.."

"Yeah? That's wild.. I could tell you were too.. hot damn, dude..
you're a neat rubber... heh".. he caught his blunder. "Heh.. I
didn't mean that the way it sounded..."

"Yeah, I know you didn't.. that's what's so cool about you.."

"Oh? I wish everybody could see.. no, no I don't either," he said,
slapping himself on the wrist, "then I couldn't have you."

"You want me?"

"Yea guy, I want you real bad. But it's too early.. I mean, I just
got to know you and shit.."

"Yeah, I know..."

We kissed. It felt good. He Frenched me first, then I Frenched him.
It was the first time I had ever been Frenched, but then, this was
the first dude that had really been around me and been this
passionate.

"Donny?"

"Yea dude.."

"You ever been in love before?"

"Naah.. I've thought about it.. never have.. but you know, maybe I am
now."

"Yeah.. you never know.."

We sipped our drinks. I astounded him a little by starting to talk
more about sexual things.. he was a little astounded because he
seemed to talk about it earlier, but I resisted slightly.

"Donny.. you ever tasted cum?"

"Uh.. yeah.. a few times.. why?"

"Is it good?"

"Yeah... mine was. Never tasted anybody else's.. but I took a bath in
it once."

"How do you mean?"

"We had twenty horny dudes on the stage one time being taped, and
they were all horny from looking at each other for over an hour, so
my dad called me in and let them jack off all over me.. it was..
unique, shall we say..hehehe!!"

"Damn!"

I looked at his dick; a drop of clear cum had formed on the tip as he
sat there talking to me. It slowly turned to a trickle, I found, as
I began running my hands over his shoulders.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"You wanna.. suck my dick?"

He had offered. I could tell he was so hot he was about to roast,
then, I was too. I dropped to his cock, and slowly took most of it
in my mouth. He moaned.  I tasted cum for the first time, the cum on
the end of his rod. Somehow I believed him when he said that only
one person would ever be able to make him have the kind of sex he
wanted to have, because I had those kinds of feelings too.. and I
think I had them since I was about fourteen and going into high
school.

"Oh my gaaaaad.. Jason.. I'm cumming..." and he sent spurt after
spurt of wet jism down my throat.. and I got my fill of it. I liked
it! It was different, somehow, in a way. He filled my mouth with the
wet stuff.. it was a little salty.

He seemed to be amazed that I didn't choke.

"Wheeze, wheeze!" I faked.

"Are you okay?"

"Wheeze, wheeze!"

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry!"

"AH-Hahahahahahaha! I was faking it! God Donny, that was beautiful
shit you put out!"

He kissed me and got to sample a taste of his own juice. It seemed we
had held back on our sexual encounter long enough.

I rubbed his knees. "Well, it looks like you know what feels good," I
said.

"Yeah dude, I do.. and you do too.."

"I guess so.. and at least now I know how it's SUPPOSED to feel.."

"Well," he said, "it may well feel that way from now on.. forever.."

We kissed. "Jason, I'm going to ask you something now that I've never
asked anyone before.."

"Yeah? Sure! Anything!"

"Jason, would you like to.. get inside me?"

"You mean.. fuck you?" I swallowed a small lump that was rising in my
throat.

"Y-y-y-eah.. just.. only if you want to. I know how it feels.. I've
kinda..well, put things up there before, but no one's ever fucked
me. Only if you want to," he repeated. He mooned me. He grinned and
turned that hot little ass toward me and wagged it in the air. "God
that looks hot as hell!" I uttered. "It feels like it, too!" he
said. Just then he spread his asscheeks and I could really see the
hole good. I asked him if I could put my finger up there, and he
said I could. I did.. damn it was tight, as tight as mine. In fact,
I felt of his and then I felt of mine right after. "What is it?" he
asked.

"I was just kinda.. heh.. comparing how tight we were back there."

"Really? Let me feel.." and he did the same thing. "Hot damn!" he
said. "You feel good back there, too!" he said, getting hard as a
rock again. I put some Vaseline on my dick and slid into Donny.
"W-w-wow! Neat as hell!" he said, jacking his dick. "It really feels
good after all!"

"Yeah.. I've only been fucked once."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.. a dude did it when I was young.. and it wasn't against my
will.."

"Cool! I don't see how it would be!"

I got faster and faster, and he moaned louder and louder.. Soon I
came and shot my wad all inside him. "Damn dude, I felt that... it
felt cool as shit!" he said, grasping my hot tool. "You feel good
too," he said and I drew him close and kissed him again. We went and
showered.

Suddenly, as we towelled each other off, we began exchanging "I Love
You's".

This was hard to believe for me, and I was sure equally so for Donny.
But he was just so rad.. and I was rad to him.

That was it, too.. ugh.. the son of my probable future boss, and
we're in love... actually, Donny was partly my boss too.. but that
was different.

"Hey Jason.. you wanna go see where I live?"

"Sure!"

I locked up and we got back in the T/A. We got back on route 60 and
went a little further North. It wasn't ten minutes before we were at
the Guidry's residence. A small Yorkshire Terrier on the other side
of what was apparently a backyard fence began to bark out a warning.
"Awww.. shuddup, Bon Jovi.."

"Bon Jovi? You named it after Jon?"

"Yeah.. he's cool."

"Yeah, he is.. it is my dog, too.. I won that sucker in a puppy
drawing about..  two years ago.. because I drew the cutest puppy.."

"You draw?"

"Yeah dude, I draw, sketch.. heh.." he said.

Entering his drawing room, erotic drawings were instantly visible..
subtle drawings of male sex organs, and also more vivid ones. Some
were painted and looked almost like photographs.

"Wanna see some of Chuck Guidry's works of art?" he murmured.

"Yeah.. what kinds?"

"B-O-Y-S," he spelled out as he cut off the lights and turned on a
slide projector. "You know," he said, "slides can produce some of
the cleanest, clearest pictures of any of the known methods of photo
reproduction," he said as he started the show which consisted of
lots of nude boys, some as old as 19 and as young as 14. "This is
cool," I said, very aware of my own dick. I was now wearing a Def
Leppard shirt and a pair of Jams, but not for long. They were in all
kinds of poses, with all kinds of facial expressions and all kinds
of faces. "Your - company didn't by chance get a crack at the Rob
Lowe video, did it?"

"Heh.. funny you should mention that.." he said.. "it did just
yesterday. We have it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but rest assured it's not going anywhere.."

"Yeah.. I can imagine.. I was just going to say.. keeping this under
wraps is a bit of a test, isn't it?"

"Well.. yeah, I guess so.. but we have a pretty good front. We have a
lifetime contract with Proctor & Gamble Company, among others on the
commercial front..  my dad's big into real estate.. he's divorced.."

"Is he.."

"Is he what?"

"Is he.. gay?"

"Yeah.. he is. THAT'S why he's divorced, you see. But not until he
had full custody of me.. my mom didn't want me.. she blames him for
"converting" me and she wants nothing to do with either of us.. last
I heard she was going to England.

"Heh.. yeah.. cool.."

"Yeah, it is pretty cool.."

As the lights came back up now, and his slide show was over, he
walked over to a stack of photos of more nude guys. He told me his
dad was going to get him some stills made this week from the Rob
Lowe tape. As I looked at him rambling through the closet, I looked
over at my drink which was sitting beside a stack of magazines on
the desk. As I looked at the glass momentarily, some slight ripples
appeared which were barely noticeable among the liquid in the ice.
Yet, the glass had remained stationary throughout. "Oh shit..." he
yelled from inside the walk-in closet, large enough to house even a
St. Bernard happily for hours.

"What?!" I yelled back. He paused.

"Didn't you feel it?" he asked as he came back out of the closet with
a couple of albums.

"Was it a... a.. tremor?" I asked, dumbfounded, having only lived in
California for about three months now, a native of Georgia.

"Yeah, it was a tremor all right," he said. "Judging from the feel of
it, it was about the usual epicenter.. probably the middle of the
San Juaquin Valley..  probably pretty gnarly.."

"Yeah.." I said, feeling a little nervous.

"This your first tremor, dude?"

"Yeah.."

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. We get 'em all the time.. it
just makes the waves higher so the surfers can have something to
ride.. heh.." Another tremor, this one a little stronger. He dropped
the albums, held me. We sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, nothing. Everything stopped.

The power failed for almost a minute, then was restored.

We got up. "It's over dude. Hey look man... can you keep a secret?"

"I've been known to.." I responded.

"I'm... breakin' up this little merger.."

"WHAT little merger?" I said, wondering if he meant us.

"Me an' my dad.. see.. you're lookin' at a prime example of it just a
minute ago. I want outta here.."

"Really?"

"Yeah. God... that.. I mean, it's probably disappointing to you,
isn't it? I mean, not working with me.."

My tune changed. So did the drum beat. I was marching to Donny's
beat, dammit!

"Who said I was working for Charles Guidry?" I said.

"Huh? You mean you..."

"If you want out of California, we can get out. I used to live in
Georgia, and they don't really have this problem.. they have OTHERS,
but not quakes.."

"Well.. now, I dunno..."

"Yeah.. well.. just think about it.. why do you take a sudden urge to
get out of Guidry Enterprises?"

"The boys," he said, "the boys. I don't need boys.. I have the only
boy I need right here." He ran into the closet again, dragged out a
suitcase, and some briefcases. He put the suitcase on his bed and
threw it open. Then he threw open his dresser and began stuffing
underwear in it. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Uh.. moving in with you? Until you leave California? Huh?"

I nodded slowly in the affirmative. He quickly packed up various
things and we loaded them in his car. Passing through the kitchen, I
noticed that the tremors has caused some cereal to fall from its
shelf and some to spill onto the floor.

"Not that it matters.. but does your apartment have a clause against
pets?"

I smiled. "Heh.. no.. go get Bon Jovi if you want.. is he friendly?"

"Heh.. why don't you ask him?"

I read a little something into that that maybe I shouldn't have..
but...?  I looked a certain way at Donny. "What's that look for?
Uhh.. no.. I didn't do what you think I did.."

"Did I say anything?"

"Yes!"

"What? What did I say?"

"You looked at me like, 'did you FUCK that dog?'"

"Well?"

"Well, I didn't fuck B.J.! Heh.."

He had everything piled in, left his dad a note, and we headed back
for my place. He left a tape saying that he was taking a leave of
absence and that it was possibly total separation. I knew then and
there that it was, but I guess he didn't want to leave his father
totally distraught.

For about the first two miles, Bon Jovi wouldn't stop barking. Then I
held out my hand and he sniffed it, licked it a few times, sniffed
it some more and then I patted him on the snout. He jumped up and
got in my lap. "See there.. he's not so bad..heh.." Donny said.
"Damn.. I never would have.. dreamed that.. I'd be doing this when I
saw you get on that elevator.." he said.

"Donny, none of us can ever predict the future.."

"This is true," he said as he cut on the radio to the shocking
news... "houses destroyed in Los Angeles.. the epicenter of the
tremor was located near the city. At least one fatality has been
confirmed."

"As soon as we get a chance," Donny said as he clicked off the radio,
"we're gettin' outta here.. never to return.."

"Are you FROM California?"

"Yeah.. I grew up in that house.."

"Guess you could say you're a 'valley dude' then.." I said.

"Yeah, like, for sure dude.. heheh.."

We arrived back at the apartment. Dennis, (soon to be Denise, he was
soon to have a sex change operation), was already home and getting
ready to eat supper.. it was now a little after seven.. and now I
knew Donny took priority over Charlie, and I could fuck the ad spot.
It may have been my first break in the business, but I don't think
it would be my last.

"Dennis.. this is Donny.. Donny.. Dennis."

"Soon to be Denise," Dennis added. "Nice to meet you." He saw the
suitcases.

"A new roomie to add to our collection?"

"No, I don't think so," I said. "Dennis, I need to talk to you a
minute.." I said as I went into his room and told him some
information, among it the fact that I wasn't going to be here much
longer. Let's put it this way; Donny didn't need to light any fires
under me to get me going on the incentive of leaving the state.

"Yo.. Donny.."

"Yeah?"

"Sleep in my bed with me tonight?"

"Sure! No sweat!"

"I want sweat."

"You better watch what you wish for, dude; you may get it!"

"Donny... would it be impossible to get a U-Haul tomorrow and split?"
I asked, as I couldn't personally see any reason to stay back,
unless Donny had short-term plans.

"Well, I can.. see that.. yeah.. that's possible.. but what..?"

"You tow the U-Haul. I- well.. I don't know what to do with that
Honda.. it has been giving me a little trouble.."

"Well.. throw it to the used car wolves. I'm sure you'd get a lot!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!!"

We kissed. He wanted to fuck me; I let him. He really felt good
inside me.. so warm.. yeah.. really rubbed the sticks and stones
together.

It was 9:00 Wednesday morning. He accidentally rolled over onto me
which woke us both up; Dennis(e) had already gotten up and left for
work. Work for Dennis was right now a tailor in a men's dress shop..
very FITTING (heh heh).. but soon, he would be into cosmetology. He
had already trained for it and did it even now part-time; soon he
would make it full-time but was going to move to San Francisco after
the operation, which was scheduled just six weeks from last Monday.
Hmm.. I awoke with the taste of semen and long hair in my mouth; I
recognized it well after last night's goings-on... and then I
realized that just before we crashed out, I sucked him off. Mmm.

I began the inevitable task of having to pack. I was going to pack;
we'd go out for breakfast, rent a hitch, come back, load my shit,
then go to Donny's, get his stuff and go. Even now it felt like
there was a little tremor, but I think part of it was my imagination
DREAMING there was a tremor. "Mm.." muttered Donny. "Haven't eaten
eggs in quite a while now. Guess I'm trying to watch the cholesterol
level.. hehe.." "Yeah.. me too.."

When we got to the Guidry residence, Donny tried to put Bon Jovi out
to pee, and even HE didn't want to get out of the car! He did,
eventually.. I was amazed that he actually had this little puppy
car-trained.. it didn't go ONCE in that damned car. "Heh.. I sprayed
back there with a certain scent he respects," Donny said. "He knows
about it, don'tcha B.J.?"

Charles Guidry had left his son a return message.. on videotape
rather than audio tape. It was funny.. and even enlightening to
watch. I'd never worked ONE DAY for the man, and after seeing him..
I was a little glad. A Goodyear Blimp on feet... sorry, it's just
true.

"Son.. I knew this day would come from the moment you set foot into
the door of this company, just over a year ago now. Every day I
prayed that your day, my son's day would come; it obviously had, and
what better time than in the prime of your youth.." he certainly
respected his son, didn't he?

"In the safe, in it's.. special place, I have left you a little help.
I hope you can use it in addition to what you already have, and I
really.. hope to see you soon.. but my heart, which I must follow,
says, 'be on your merry way, my boy..'.. Godspeed... Love always ,
your father."

Charles' image faded into static. I helped Donny with his massive
collection of home videotapes and equipment. Somehow, we were even
able to cram all of this into that tight space called a U-Haul
carrier. It was a miracle.. I guess it looked like more in the house
because it was all spread out.

My car? Oh yes.. I took it to the local Honda dealer and got what I
thought was a fair price for it... and the good thing was that they
paid cash on the spot.  I thought about it, and it was worth at
least $4000; I got $4050.

He let me try the T/A; it handled really well considering the load we
were going to pull [probably] cross-country. "Tell me the truth now,
dude.. does it handle as well as I do?" he asked, grinning
sheepishly.

"Hell no!"

"Good... for a minute there I wasn't sure.."

"Oh, come on.." " Yeah.. jus' fucking with ya mind.. heh.."

After I let him take it, I leafed through some more of the photos he
had. He had a lot. It was just so hard to think that he gave all
this up... for me! But I guess the tremors had something to do with
it, too. There were some pretty wicked pictures.. some were of dudes
fully nude, urinating on each other, some showed shots of cum
pounding out of youthful cocks probably just old enough to pound it
out. One thing was sure.. Donny and I were having no problems in
that department. None whatsoever.

"Donny.. you're not gonna.. no, you're not.."

"Not gonna what?"

"Stop in Vegas and gamble."

"Why.. you wanna?"

"N-n-ot really..."

"Are you scared? Dontcha just want to try a little? I mean, after
all.. I got a small empire here..."

"I know, that's what scares me.."

"You don't think I'd be fool enough to..?"

"No... but we sure as shit could get robbed! Our money needs to be in
a bank somewhere!"

"Oh, I love that!"

"What?"

"You said, 'OUR money needs to be in a bank somewhere.' You didn't
say, 'YOUR money'..."

"Well?"

"Well, Jason, dammit, it just means we're thinking alike! Dammit boy
I want you, but I'm driving..."

"I could suck you some while you drive.."

"I might wreck!"

"Yeah.. well, if you distrust your skills that much.."

"No, I don't.. it's just.. some people just can't walk and chew gum
at the same time.."

"Yeahh.. but God, can you ever fuck and shoot your wad at the same
time..."

"Oooo! God! You're driving me nuts!"

"Those are in your shorts."

"Grrr... Wow! Check it out! Nevada 110 miles! Yaa-hoo!"

A very boyish yelp, which caused Bon Jovi to wail. He could hit
certain notes that I couldn't. This alone having given me a hardon,
I forced him to sing and yelp in that somewhat higher-pitched voice
that I didn't possess. I had nearly stroked myself into a jism
before he couldn't stand it anymore, and had to make me drive after
letting Bon Jovi take a leak, so that he could suck me off behind
the wheel. He couldn't stand to "see me suffer any longer."

Bon Jovi was now a very adorable dog to me and I felt as though I
were becoming as attached to it as Donny was; perhaps that was one
of our common traits,

Donny and I; we found a lot of the same beauty in a lot of the same
things. Bon Jovi was no exception, and of course, "it" was a "he".
B.J. had this neat little method of barking a certain way that Donny
could distinguish when he had to pee which I thought was truly
unique. "Well, we raised him from a pup.. I guess we sorta taught
him a lot of neat stuff and didn't realize it.. but I bought him
with my own money, so he is truly mine.."

We rolled on across the desert Southwest, the heat was a little
sweltering at times out in the open. But it also gave us another
fantasy to try to fulfill, even if it did border on lunacy.

We were on a very isolated stretch of road, and we thought we'd stop
a few minutes, because the car was running JUST A LITTLE warm. We
both agreed that we could understand about WARM things.. heheh.. in
more ways than one. We edged about 100 yards off the roadway near
some dunes, and put Bon Jovi on a leash-- walked him around behind
the dunes, pouring him some water in a bowl and wrapping his leash
around a post we found. We lay in the hot, 110-degree heat of the
desert for a few minutes anyway, miles from anywhere, alone. Just to
experience it. We were sweating like pigs, and we were now naked
behind this dune, pressing together and combining our sweat. Donny
licked me all over, I licked Donny. I sucked him off and watched as
his hot juice shot out all over the dry sand. There are those that
might say that it was a wasted load.. but there are the two of us
that said, "we wanted to spout some luck onto virgin soil, that it
may produce." Perhaps Donny's little "fertilizer" shot worked..
perhaps not. Still, it was quite a show watching his "little geyser"
shoot off.  Just as it did, Bon Jovi began to bark.

We could see now why he did. There, on the horizon, were some dark
clouds packed with electricity. They say it never rains here, but
when it does it pours, man it pours. I believed it. Then I heard the
distant thunder Bon Jovi "spoke" of, and saw an arc of lightning
that had to have contacted earth somewhere. We got dressed and got
back in the car. Why, Bon Jovi was a regular "weather-dog."

"Oh, he used to scratch on the back door, then he'd come in and hide
under my bed.. he was terrified of the things.. still is... I guess
God put some wisdom somewhere that tells all dogs what things like
that are capable of.."

"Yeah.. I dig it.."

I drove us from here, on up towards Las Vegas. Donny's hair and face
were so pretty in the sun.. and we were both beginning to feel some
effects of the heat. Still, his T/A was very reliable, and it was
fairly comfortable with the air running. We were afraid to play the
stereo TOO loud.. we had Bon Jovi in the car and we felt we needed
at least one good set of working ears in case something happened.
About twenty minutes after we left the geyser scene, it was POURING
rain, solid sheets of it. We had to literally CRAWL along, and it
was only for lack of much traffic that we elected to press on. But
still, we made it and no doubt it cooled things off a few degrees..

"Yeah dude.. I may be red down there but it's a lot cooler," Donny
said of his weenie. "Better watch it though.. high pressure area
could close in fast and cause the steam to rise!"

                              THE END