Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2006 19:32:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Josept <wildgate1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Naked Surfer/Chapter 14

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Disclaimer

The following story deals with explicit gay sex between men. If this type
of material offends you, or you are under the age allowed by the state or
region you reside in or you live in an area where this type of material is
not legal, you must please leave and not go any further.

This is a work of fiction meant for private enjoyment and in a fictitious
world as this is, HIV, AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do not
exist, and so safer sex is not needed. Unfortunately, in the real world
these diseases do exist, so please do yourself a favor and everyone you
come in contact with, practice safer sex, use a condom.

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I dedicate this and everything I do to my partner, who goes through hell
just to be with me.

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>From Chapter 13:

	Gerald obliged and came over and over into this man he hated so
much, but could never leave. He knew too much about his past and it could
lead to jail time for him.

	Andreas feeling Gerald's hot jizz shoot into his ass, began to cum
onto the hardwood floor. Over and over the sadistic Andreas shot his wad
until he was drained.

	Being out of breath from his sexual workout, Gerald collapsed on
top of Andreas in exhaustion. Finally, they stood up and Andreas wrapped
his arms around Gerald who had his arms folded in front of him. Gerald
shivered in fear.

	"We'll show them Gerald, you and me will get even with Daniel for
turning me down. I will take Chase away from him, even if I have to kill
him."

	"Yes, sir," Gerald said, but he knew he couldn't do that,
either. He had to warn them somehow.

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AND NOW THE STORY CONTINUES

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The Naked Surfer

Chapter 14

by John Josept

	Gerald stood at the large window in the living room of Andreas'
luxury 20th floor apartment that overlooked Beverly Hills, Bel-Aire, as
well as West Los Angeles. He looked down at the traffic and the people
hurrying, God knows where. He longed be out there, free to be on his own
again.

	It's been nearly a year since he was living on the street,
prostituting himself to anyone who had the price to buy his favors. That's
how he met Andreas. He bought his body for one night and took his soul
forever. He cursed that night and wished he were still on the streets where
he would have been much safer.

	For a change, Gerald was alone in the apartment. Andreas had an
appointment to be interviewed by a national magazine and wouldn't be back
for several hours. He was going to enjoy his time by himself, something he
doesn't get to do very often. He felt relaxed and plotted in his mind how
he was going to "escape" in order to warn Chase and Daniel of Andreas' plan
to get even with them.

	He hardly knew Chase and Daniel, but felt deep down they could help
him. He didn't know why he felt that way or what they could even do;
perhaps it was the way they looked at him, but it made him feel good that
they were out there.

	Gerald continued to gaze out the floor to ceiling window, when his
eyes focused on his reflection in the pane of glass. He hated how he looked
with all those piercings on his naked body. He wanted to cover himself up,
at least for the time Andreas was not there. Andreas forbid him from
wearing clothes while he was in the apartment. It was part of his duties as
Andreas' "slave". He hated that too, but he was trapped and had to do what
he was told.

	Gerald went to his room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt
from the closet and put them on. Still barefoot, he stood in front of the
closet mirror and admired how he looked in his tight fitting Levi's and
T-shirt.

	"Hmm that's better," he said out loud. He covered his ears with his
hands to hide the piercings there. He liked how he looked covered up where
he couldn't see his body with all those holes.

	He walked back into the living room and stared out the window
again. Then he heard the clicking of the lock at the front door. He
panicked. Andreas would beat him again if he caught him with clothes
on. But instead of Andreas, someone else came in, someone Gerald really
admired.

	"Oh hi Gerald. I didn't know anyone would be here, sorry," Cole
said as he walked into the living room, a bit startled to see anyone
there. Cole was Andreas' ex-boyfriend, who Andreas unceremoniously kicked
out a few weeks ago. Gerald was glad to see him; he liked Cole who always
treated him like a human being. He missed him too. Ever since he left,
Andreas' perversions got worse.

	"Hi Cole, that's ok, good to see you."

	"I just came to get the last of my crap out of here and drop off
the key. I didn't want to do that with Andreas around. I heard he had that
interview and thought this would be the perfect time to get my stuff out of
here."

	Cole Bennett was one of Andreas' first underwear models. He and
Andreas were instantly attracted to each other and within a few months they
moved in and were together for nearly 10 years. Then a few months ago,
Andreas started to change and act very strange. He seemed to be tired of
his now 30-year-old lover. Cole was ready to go, anyway. He saw the change
coming in Andreas and didn't want to be around him when it happened.

	Cole still maintained his good looks and hard body. He was still
very much in demand as a model and intended to stay that way for a while.

	He looked at Gerald who had a pained look in his eyes, "You doing
alright? I see you still have that damn slave collar on. I don't know why
you put up with that shit. Is Andreas's treating you ok?"

	Gerald wanted to tell him the whole story but he knew he couldn't
get Cole involved or it would be bad for both of them.

	"Yeah, I'm fine," Gerald lied.

	"Hmm, somehow I doubt that. Well, let me get my stuff and I will
get out of your way. I don't want to be around when Andreas comes back. It
would be best to avoid the bastard."

	"Oh, he won't be back for several hours. You could take your time,"
Gerald replied hoping Cole would stay for a while.

	Cole looked at Gerald, again, but this time he saw a frightened
kid.

	"You really are lonely aren't you?" Cole said as he took Gerald in
his arms and gave him a hug and kissed him on the forehead. "I guess I
could stick around for a bit." Gerald closed his eyes and returned the
hug. He always had a major crush on Cole.

	They went to the sofa and sat down next to each other. Cole took
Gerald's hand and held it in his. He figured Gerald needed physical contact
with someone less aggressive. He liked Gerald but never really had sexual
feeling for him. Gerald, though, began to get hard from Cole's touch.

	"So I guess Andreas is fuming over the article in the Times about
this guy Chase Bell. I wonder if he is really as good as they say."

	"Oh, yeah, Andreas is running scared and Chase really is good. I
saw his stuff," Gerald said, trying to hide his erection.

	Cole laughed, "Well, this Chase guy had better be careful, you know
how Andreas gets when someone bests him."

	Gerald got a sad expression on his face. He wanted to tell him what
Andreas said, but he didn't know if he should get Cole involved.

	Cole noticed the sad look on his face and took Gerald's chin and
turned his face toward him.

	"Hey, cheer up, kid," Cole said and looked deep into Gerald's
eyes. "You know, you really are a very good looking guy." Gerald
smiled. "There you should smile more often." Cole felt stirring in his
groin. He didn't know if it was his own loneliness that made him do it, but
he leaned in and gently kissed Gerald on the lips.

	Gerald closed his eyes and smiled, again. "I like you, too, Cole."
He took Cole by surprise and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed
him on lips. Cole resisted at first but soon gave in to Gerald advances and
kissed him back with passion. Their tongues began to circle inside their
mouths.

	"Fuck, kid, slow down," Cole said as he pulled away from
Gerald. "You sure Andreas wont be back for a while?"

	"Yeah, he hasn't been gone very long." Gerald replied, then dived
his tongue down Cole's throat.

	"Wait," Cole said, pushing Gerald back, again, "Just how old are
you?"

	"18"

	"Cool, let's go to your bedroom."

	They got up from the couch. The outline of Gerald's hard dick was
visible through his tight jeans, whereas, Cole's cock was held down by his
jockey shorts and was beginning to be quite uncomfortable.

	When they got to the small sparse bedroom, they quickly threw off
their clothes. Cole's body was smooth and taut and muscled and in perfect
shape like that of the top model he was. His dick was another thing, it was
big, a cool 10 inches, and thick, with veins pulsing like it had a life of
its own. Gerald's tight slim body really had him worked up. He grabbed
Gerald in his arms again and they kissed, slowly at first then they let
themselves give into the passion and lust they were feeling for each other.

	Cole grabbed onto Gerald's hard cock and touched his PA.

	"Can't you take that ring off?" he asked Gerald.

	"No, please, it hurts too much when I have to put it back on,"
Gerald pleaded.

	"Ok, no problem, kid. I just wanted to see that big piece of meat
without that ring, but I understand," Cole replied then gently pushed
Gerald down on the bed, letting his legs drape over the side. Cole bent
down in between Gerald's legs and swallowed his cock. His tongue played
with the ring of the PA and Gerald groaned with excitement.

	This was the first time in a while that Gerald was able to really
enjoy sex with someone. Cole made him feel like he was the only one in the
world. Like he didn't have to prove anything to anyone or obey his
"Master". He just reveled in having his cock sucked by his friend. But his
time on the street warned him not to take this feeling too serious.

	"Oh God, Cole, fuck," Gerald rambled as Cole ran his hand over his
body and flipped his fingers on Gerald's pierced nipples. Gerald jumped as
his very sensitive nipples sent waves of pleasure through his body.

	Cole dropped Gerald's cock from his mouth and stood up. He then
crawled over Gerald and straddled his chest.

	"Suck me Gerald, get me really hard cause I want to fuck that cute
ass of yours."

	Gerald smiled and obliged Cole by swallowing his big fat cock. At
first Gerald couldn't get much in his mouth, but his times on the street
came back to him and he remembered what he had to do to deep throat a big
cock like Cole's. Before long, Gerald had that huge piece of meat in his
mouth and his nose buried deep in Cole's dark pubic hairs.

	"Fuck, kid, you got this whole thing in your mouth," Cole said with
amazement. "Not too many guys could do that."

	Gerald just grunted as Cole leaned forward and supported himself on
his hands and began to fuck Gerald's mouth. Gerald ran his hands around
Cole's firm hard butt cheeks, took a tight grip, and pushed Cole deeper
into his mouth.

	"Damn kid... that mouth of yours... fuck." Cole said as he
continued to pump between Gerald's lips. He soon felt himself getting too
close to his orgasm and pulled his cock out of his mouth.

	"I got to fuck that ass of yours," he said while crawling off
Gerald. He stood at the end of the bed with his legs between Gerald's. He
stared at this young man who lay in front of him and his passion built up
to a fever pitch. Then, he slowly turned Gerald over on his
stomach. Gerald's legs and dick hung over the side of the bed.

	"My ass is yours, Cole, fuck me anyway you want," Gerald said
knowing he wanted to give himself to his friend. He always wondered what it
would be like to be fucked by Cole. He figured he was about to find out.

	Cole spread the cheeks of Gerald's ass then bent over and darted
his tongue around Gerald's hairless pink pucker. Then he plunged it deep
inside his anus loosening his rosebud for his attack with his giant
tool. Gerald moaned from the wonderful sensation and anticipated what was
coming next.

	"You got a nice fuckhole," Cole said, then dived his tongue back
into Gerald's sensitive ass.

	"The lube is in that basket," Gerald said, pointing to a small
wicker container with several different samples of lube. He liked the
sensation of Cole's tongue, but it was his dick that he wanted in its
place.

	"Anxious for my dick, huh, kid?" Cole said with a smile. He stood
back up, reached over, and grabbed the first lube sample his fingers
touched, split open the tube and smeared his rigid member with the slick
liquid. The residue he put at the entrance to Gerald's relaxed hole.

	"You ready kid?" Cole asked.

	"Go for it, Cole, fuck my ass as hard as you want," Gerald said as
his lust to be fucked built up. He wanted to be fucked and Cole's big dick
is just what he needed.

	Cole put his cock at the entrance to Gerald's hole and gently
pushed in until the head of that big dick popped inside his ass.

	"Fuck," Gerald gasped as the thick piece of meat opened his butt
like no man had ever done before, but Gerald loved it.

	"You ok, kid? Is this dick of mine too much for you?" Cole said
worrying he was hurting Gerald.

	"Oh hell no, it feels great," Gerald replied with lust in his
voice. Cole then knew he would be ok. He figured it must have been the time
on the streets that taught Gerald a thing or two about sex. Cole's dick
slowly reached in as far as it could go.

	He gently pulled his dick out to the head and little by little
pushed back in.

	"Oh Cole ... fuck me," Gerald whispered.

	"You like that, kid?"

	Gerald just grunted.

	"Good," Cole said and started to increase the speed on Gerald's
ass. Gerald dick was hard and he was being driven to the brink by Cole's
cock.

	Faster and faster, Cole pounded Gerald's ass. The faster he went
the more Gerald's ass went up to meet Cole's thrusts. Both men were close
to their orgasms.

	"Oh fuck, kid, I'm going to cum," Cole said as he continued to
hammer Gerald's ass.

	"Me too," came Gerald's weak reply. He hadn't touched his cock, but
felt he was about to explode just from Cole's dick rubbing inside
him. "Fuck, Ahhhhh," he screamed as he shot several big loads onto the
wooden floor of his bedroom.

	"Ahhhhhhh," Cole screamed, as his spunk, shot wave after wave of
cum into Gerald's hot ass, cooling it down with his juices. Their bodies,
hot with sweat, shivered as the last of their cum drain from their
scrotums.

	Cole's breathing was labored as he pulled his softening dick out of
Gerald's ass, then collapsed on his back on the bed next to Gerald who then
reached over, put his arm around Cole and rested his head on his chest.

	"You were terrific, kid. Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

	"Out on the street, you learn all kinds of tricks really fast. I
was fourteen when I first came to West Hollywood after I ran away from
home."

	"Why the hell did you do that?

	"My mom died and I was living with my sister and her asshole
husband. He used to come into my room every night and fuck my ass. So, I
figured if I was going to get fucked I would get paid for it, and took
off," Gerald laughed.

	"That sucks, kid. You must have been on the streets a long time
before Andreas picked you up, then," Cole asked.

	"Just about a year, I guess. Wish that day never happened now."

	"Sorry that must have been a bitch. Hey," Cole said as he began to
figure something out, "you been here about a year, right?"

	"Yeah, pretty much."

	"How could you be 14 when you started on the streets, been there a
year, been with Andreas a year ... Christ!" Cole said and jumped out of
bed, " you're not 18 damn it, you have to be 16 at the oldest."

	Gerald realized his mistake and sat up in bed feeling bad he lied
to Cole.

	"Damn, shit, if this gets out, that I fucked a minor, I could go to
jail and loose my career, too. Why the hell didn't you tell me your real
age?" Cole yelled.

	"Cause I wanted you to fuck me and you wouldn't have if I told you
the truth," Gerald said. His street attitude came back to him,

	"You're damn right I wouldn't have."

	"Who the hell is going to know besides you and me. There's no
hidden cameras around here..." Gerald hesitated, "I wouldn't tell anyone
Cole honest. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Gerald hung his head
down.

	Cole felt bad he yelled at Gerald like that. He took his hand and
grasped Gerald's chin again and lifted it up and looked into his soft blue
eyes.

	"Sorry kid, I didn't mean to yell like that. It was as much my
fault as yours. I shouldn't have given in to you like I did.  Just be sure
you don't tell anyone, ok? I'm not ready to be retired." He leaned down and
kissed Gerald on the forehead.

	"I won't Cole, honest."

	"Does Andreas know your real age?"

	"Yeah, he knows."

	"That bastard! Look kid you have to get out of here or that guy
will drag you down so far you will never get out."

	"I can't."

	"Why?" Cole asked wondering what kept this sweet young boy
literally chained to Andreas.

	"It's a long story, Cole, and I can't tell you."

	"Ok, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, kid. Do you
have any money stashed away?" Cole said as he began to dress up.

	"No, Andreas took all my money. I have nothing."

	"That fucker. He does have you by the balls, in more ways than one,
doesn't he?

	Cole shook his head then got out his wallet, "Here I want you to
take this and stash it away somewhere Andreas won't get it," he said as he
handed Gerald two, one hundred dollar bills.

	"I can't take this," Gerald protested.

	"Look, this is your get away money. When you get the nerve to do
so, take this money and use it to get your ass out of here. Understand? You
know where I live, if you need any help come see me and I will do what I
can. OK? But no sex! At least not until you're really 18," Cole smiled,
"Remember, my door is always open to you."

	Gerald was silent. He wanted to cry because Cole sounded genuinely
concerned for his well-being. Too bad he couldn't take him up on his
offer. He could never leave Andreas.

	"Thanks, Cole, this means a lot to me," Gerald said holding back
tears.

	Cole took him in his arms, and Gerald rested his head on Cole's
bare chest and ran his hands down Cole's back, "Go ahead kid, let it all
out," Cole said softly, sensing Gerald was holding back his emotions.

	But Gerald held it in. He didn't want Cole or anyone, to see him
cry.

	"I'll be ok, Cole, really."

	"Well I am not sure of that Gerald, but use the money to get away,
as soon as you feel secure, ok?"

	"OK," Gerald lied. Cole gave him another hug and a kiss, this time
on the lips, then he finished dressing quick, because he felt his dick
getting hard and he didn't want to give in to Gerald's underage charms,
again.

	He gathered the last of his things from the closets and drawers in
Andreas' room, then put the key to the apartment on the dining room
table. Gerald stayed naked as he walked Cole to the door.

	"Good-bye kid, you have my cel phone number, so call me whenever
you need to just talk, OK?

	"Yeah I will," Gerald meant it this time. He felt comfortable
around Cole.

	Cole opened the door and walked out waving goodbye one more
time. He wished he could have done more for the kid, but that was now up to
Gerald.

	Gerald walked to the sofa and sat there for the next couple hours
staring out the big window. He felt relaxed, more relaxed than he had in a
long time, thanks to Cole. He knew he had a friend now, a friend who cared.

	Then Gerald heard the front door open and saw Andreas walk
in. Gerald's body tensed up again and he began to shake deep down in his
stomach. All the confidence that Cole brought to him was gone. Andreas had
come home and things went back to normal... where normal was fear and
loathing.

	"I have to find a way out of this," Gerald said to himself as
Andreas approached him, "I need somewhere to hide where Andreas or the
police could never find me."

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	It was about 2:00 PM, the time the gallery would open for Day Two
of the exhibition. Daniel and Chase were nervous as they waited for the
crowds to come in.

	"Did you see those lines outside?" Daniel said to Chase.

	"Yeah, it's really something," Chase said, his voice was a little
shaky, "hope we can live up to all the hype."

	"Ok, everyone, look lively, we are about to open the doors,"
Chelsea said to everyone in the gallery as she headed toward Chase and
Daniel.

	"I think those articles in the paper are going to bring in record
crowds, boys, so be prepared. Oh, by the way, I re-priced your artwork so
take a good look and don't pass out when you see them," Chelsea said as she
headed to the front to open the doors.

	"Good luck, babe," Daniel said and gave his lover a kiss on the
lips.

	"You too, Daniel, break a leg."

	Chase leaned into Daniel and whispered, "If things get too slow,
maybe we could take another trip to the men's room. God I want to fuck you
right now."

	Daniel and Chase smiled as they felt stirring in their groins. They
stared at each other and gave a frustrated look then thought it best to
turn away and head off to their respective exhibits and wait for the throng
to pile in.

	And pile in they did! The line of people that came through was
constant. All afternoon, Chase and Charlie answered questions about Chase's
photography. Masses of people inundated Daniel with questions and he
responded the best he could.

	About 6PM, the crowds had thinned out a bit and gave Daniel and
Chase a chance to breath. Daniel walked up to Chase and Charlie.

	"Hey guys want to sneak out and get something to eat?"

	"Yeah that would be great, I'm starved," Charlie said.

	They had just started to leave, when Jessica Avery, Daniel and
Chase's octogenarian neighbor walked in supporting herself on the arm of a
rather handsome man.

	"Jessica!" Daniel said as he walked to her and gave her a hug.

	"Hi, Jessica," Chase added and hugged her as well.

	Daniel and Chase gave the man she was with a suspicious look and
tired to smile. Jessica's escort noticed the glares and felt very uneasy.

	"Oh, boys, this is so wonderful. I read the article on you in the
Times. I am so happy for you both. I really wanted to see what all the fuss
is about," she said. Jessica started to walk toward Chase's exhibit, when
the man who escorted her cleared his throat.

	"Oh dear, where is my mind," Jessica said realizing she forgot to
introduce the handsome and much younger man she held onto.

	"Michael, this is Chase Bell, he's the photographer."

	Chase and Michael shook hands. Chase became very protective of
Jessica and wondered why this guy was with a woman in her 80's.

	"And this is Daniel Casadini, he's the sculptor I was telling you
about. Daniel and Chase are boyfriends," Jessica said, as she turned toward
her escort.

	Daniel blushed and noticed that Michael did too.

	"And this is Charlie," Jessica said.

	Michael extended his hand to Charlie and their eyes locked
together.

	"Hi, I'm Charlie, I'm ... the best friend."

	"Michael laughed and Charlie smiled.

	"Hi Charlie, I'm Michael," he repeated his introduction softly as
their eyes were still locked together. For a moment there was no one else
in the gallery but them.

	"Boys, this is my nephew, Doctor Michael Joiner, my brother's
youngest."

	"Oh, hi," they all said at once as they felt better about the man
who turned out to be Jessica's nephew.

	"He's gay, too, and single," Jessica whispered to the three men.

	"Aunt Jessica, be nice," Michael laughed, a bit embarrassed.

	"Oh, bull, being nice didn't get me to be 80 years old," She
laughed as did everyone else.

	"Well, let's take a look at your photographs, Chase," Jessica said
as Michael took her arm.

	Jessica looked closely at the pictures as Chase gave details of
each one. She got to the print of Charlie surfing the big wave and
Michael's eyes opened wide.

	"That's you, Charlie! Wow, you look great out there. Wish I was
that good at surfing," Michael said while he took a closer look at the
picture.

	"You surf?" Charlie asked.

	"Not as much as I would like to. I'm not very good at it. I envy
you."

	"Well, I'm not very good at removing an appendix," Charlie said,
"so I guess we're even."

	Michael laughed, "Yeah I see your point." He and Charlie's eyes
locked together... and everyone in the room disappeared, once again.

	Out of the corner of Michael's eye, he saw another picture of
Charlie. This was the one that Chase grabbed at the last minute before they
left the house. Chelsea liked it and had one of her assistance matte and
frame it as soon as she got to the gallery.

	Michael looked closely at the picture of Charlie holding his
surfboard under his arm as he came out of the water. His hair was wet and
in his eyes. His board shorts hung low on his hips and a hint of pubic hair
showed above the waistband. The fabric of his wet shorts clung to his lower
body and the outline of Charlie's soft penis was clearly visible in the
picture. Even soft Charlie's dick was very impressive. Michael noticed this
and looked at Charlie and smiled.

	"I like this picture the best," he said softly. Charlie smiled and
blushed.

	Jessica continued to look at Chase's pictures. Daniel's face turned
red as Jessica came to one of him in the nude.

	"Oh, my," Jessica said, "is that you, Daniel?"

	Daniel wanted to bury his face in his hands with embarrassment, but
he took a deep breath and admitted to his neighbor that it was he.

	"Oh dear, if only I was 50 years younger ... and you weren't gay,
of course. You're quite the photographer, Chase," Jessica said, "and
Daniel, you're hung!"

	"Aunt Jessica!" Michael yelled, with a very red face. More laughter
came from everyone, as they left Chase's exhibit and walked over to
Daniel's.

	Jessica and Michael were in awe of Daniel's sculptures, especially
Michael who looked them over very closely.

	"These are really wonderful, Daniel," Michael said as he took
interest in all of Daniel's work. He particularly lingered over Abstract
Intersections. He looked at the tag and didn't seem to flinch at the $4500
price. "I love this one," Michael said, sincerely.

	"You did all of these in your garage?" Jessica asked, "My, my
Daniel, you kept these hidden away all these years. See, Chase, I told you
that you were good for Daniel. If it hadn't been for you, we would not be
here right now."

	Daniel put his arm around Chase and held him tight. He knew Jessica
was right. Chase put his arm around Daniel's waist and slid it down to his
hard buttock and gave him a gentle squeeze. Daniel put his head down and
smiled. He loved it when Chase touched him like that.

	They milled around their exhibits for another half hour or
so. Michael and Charlie seemed to be lost in conversation with each
other. Chase was really happy to see that Charlie seemed to like this
handsome doctor. "Better him than that drug addicted asshole, Steven
Marks," Chase thought to himself.

	Chelsea came out of her office and Daniel introduced her to Jessica
and Michael. Chelsea greeted them with a kiss on each cheek. When Michael
realized who Chelsea's was, he asked to speak with her in private. They
excused themselves and Chelsea and Michael went into her office.

	"I wonder what that's all about," Chase said to Daniel.

	"Don't know, but Charlie seems to like this guy Michael, don't you
think," Daniel said quietly to Chase.

	"I sure hope so," Chase replied.

	"Now what do you suppose my nephew is doing in there?" Jessica
asked, "I'm getting hungry and would like to get something to eat."

	"We were going out to eat when you arrived, why don't we all go
somewhere together," Daniel suggested.

	"Oh yes, that would be nice," Jessica said.

	"Yeah," Chase added, then looked at Charlie. He figured that he and
Dr. Michael would like that a lot.

	"I'm game," Charlie said, "but I guess that depends on Michael's
plans."

	Chase was about to agree when the door to Chelsea's office opened
and she and Michael walked out. Chelsea had a huge grin on her face.

	"Well, boys, seems Dr. Joiner is an admirer of your work," Chelsea
said as she held onto Michael's arm, "Chase, Michael just bought that big
print of Charlie surfing and Daniel, he also just purchased Abstract
Intersections."

	Chelsea said this loud enough that everyone within earshot heard
and began to applaud.

	Daniel and Chase were taken off guard by Michael's purchase.

	"Thanks, Michael," Chase said. He chuckled to himself when it
dawned on him that he sold the same two prints of Charlie to two of
Charlie's admirers. Although, he wished he would not have sold it to that
jackass, Steven Marks.

	"Thank you so much, Michael," is all that Daniel said. He was
speechless. He still had a hard time believing someone would pay big money
for his artwork. Although, by the way his sculptures were selling he was
beginning to believe.

	"My pleasure," Michael said, "I am doing some remodeling at my
condo and I was struck instantly by Abstract Intersections. My place is
very contemporary and this will go perfectly. Charlie's picture may go in
the lobby of my office. I am updating that too. I really love your work
guys and I wish you all the best."

	"I tell you what," Chelsea said, "to celebrate, let's all go out
for dinner, at the galleries expense, of course."

	"Sounds great to me," Chase said, and everyone else thought so,
too.

	Chelsea told her assistants to watch the exhibits and they all
headed for the door.

	"We could all go in my van," Chelsea declared.

	"I had better take my car with my Aunt," Michael said, "I will have
to take her home from the restaurant. Um, Charlie, why don't you come with
my Aunt and I?"

	"Ok sure," Charlie's eyes lit up, again.

	"Well let's get going then," Chelsea said. She did a double take
when she saw the way Michael looked at Charlie and how Charlie responded to
Michael.

	"Hmm I didn't realize Charlie was gay," Chelsea said to herself,
"No matter."

	"Ok let's go," she said outloud.

	They all headed out of the gallery. Chelsea, Daniel and Chase, got
into Chelsea's van and Michael, Jessica and Charlie headed for Michael's
car.

	Michael opened the doors to his big Lexus and Charlie opened the
front passenger side door to let Jessica in.

	"Oh, I will play Miss Daisy and sit in the back. You sit in the
front with my nephew, Charlie," Jessica said as she opened the back door
and got in. Seemed Jessica wanted to play matchmaker.

	Charlie smiled and wondered if he was that obviously attracted to
Michael that even Jessica caught on.

	"And how does Jessica know I am gay?" Charlie thought.

	He got into the car just as Michael did. Michael reached over and
squeezed Charlie's hand. His touch sent shivers through Charlie's
body. Then he started the car and drove off behind Chelsea and followed her
to the restaurant.

	They had a wonderful dinner and afterwards, sat at the table and
drank the last of the second bottle of Merlot. All through the meal,
Charlie and Michael talked to each other like no one else was at their
table, then they would stare into their eyes.

	"Well, Michael, I am sure you will enjoy the two pieces you
purchased today," Chelsea said, distracting him from Charlie's gaze.

	Michael cleared his throat, "Oh, I am sure I will. I was struck
right away by Chase and Daniel's work, besides I have a good feeling about
them and consider the purchase an investment. I collect art as a hobby and
I think you two will hit it big."

	"Well, here's to you Michael," Chase said, "thank you so much for
buying Daniel and my shit."

	Everyone laughed and raised their glasses of wine for a toast.

	"Salute," they all said as they clinked their glasses. Michael
looked at Charlie again and winked and smiled.

	Charlie couldn't take his eyes off of Michael and as he went to put
his wine back down on the table, the stem hit his dinner plate and the
glass, wine and all, spilled onto Charlie's shirt and lap.

	"Fuck," Charlie yelled as the red liquid soaked into his
clothes. He grabbed a napkin and so did Michael and they started to wipe up
the wine. Michael's eye's widened when his hand holding the napkin brushed
upon Charlie's soft dick. He looked at Charlie and smiled a broad grin, but
Charlie was upset with himself.

	"Sorry about my language," Charlie said, embarrassed by his
clumsiness, "I can't wear this back to the gallery, God, I'm such an jerk.

	Everyone told Charlie not to worry about it, that accidents happen
and that he should go home, change and he could be back at the gallery in
no time.

	"My car is not at the gallery, we came in Chelsea's van, remember?"
Charlie said

	"Damn I forgot about that," Daniel replied.

	"I could take Charlie back to Hermosa Beach," Michael volunteered,
"I have to take Aunt Jessica home, then we could go to Charlie's and he
could change and I will bring him back to the gallery."

	Chase smiled and thought how perfect this has worked out for
Charlie. He leaned into Daniel and whispered in his ear, "Knowing Charlie,
he spilled the wine on purpose." Daniel gave him a knowing look and tried
not to laugh.

	"Thanks, Michael," Charlie said, as he tired to subdue his
excitement, "if that won't be too much trouble."

	Charlie tried to act casual but couldn't hide his excitement on how
his clichéd clumsiness worked out to his advantage.

	They got up from their table, said their goodbyes and headed to
their cars. Chase, Daniel and Chelsea headed back to the gallery, while
Michael, Jessica and Charlie drove off toward the beach.

	Charlie and Michael were silent at first in the front seat, while
Aunt Jessica dozed off in the back seat.

	"I'm glad you spilled your wine, Charlie. I was wondering how I was
going to ask to take you home tonight," Michael said with a grin.

	"I guess it worked out pretty good, cause I was trying to find a
way for us to see each other again."

	"Oh, I would have found a way somehow," Michael said and he reached
over and rubbed Charlie's upper thigh.

	"You don't mind do you?" Michael asked referring to the fact he had
is hand on Charlie's leg.

	"No, I like it," Charlie replied as he tried to subdue the erection
that started to poke at his pants. He wouldn't have minded it hadn't it
been for Jessica sitting in the back seat.

 	Michael saw the outline of Charlie's dick and let go of his
thigh. He figured Charlie was uncomfortable because of his aunt in the back
seat. He then took Charlie's hand and held it for the rest of the trip back
to Hermosa Beach. Jessica, who feigned sleep in the back seat, opened one
eye and saw her nephew and Charlie as they held hands. Jessica smiled.

	They soon were back in Hermosa and pulled up in front of Jessica's
beach bungalow. Michael and Charlie walked her to her door and kissed her
goodbye, then left for Charlie's apartment, just a block away.

	"Sorry for the mess," Charlie said, as he and Michael walked into
his living room, "I wasn't expecting company tonight."

	"Don't worry about it, Charlie," Michael said as he grabbed Charlie
in his arms and kissed him passionately on the lips and their tongues
immediately found their way into each other's mouths.

	"I have been wanting to do that ever since I first laid eyes on you
Charlie," Michael said, as he pulled Charlie into him once again and kissed
him with more passion than the first time. They held each other tight as
the warmth of their bodies lit a fire in their groins.

	Charlie didn't say anything; he looked into Michael's eyes then
plunged his tongue down his throat again. He couldn't believe he had this
handsome doctor in his arms.

	They stopped and took a deep breath, their foreheads rested against
each other.

	"You need to get out of those wine stained clothes Charlie. They're
still wet and I wouldn't want you to catch a cold. I'm a doctor I know
these things," Michael joked as he kissed and unbuttoned Charlie's
shirt. He took the shirt off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor
and rubbed his hands over Charlie's smooth defined body.

	"Damn, Charlie, you have a beautiful body," Michael said as he
again ran his hands over his smooth chest, then nibbled on Charlie's
neck. Charlie began to unbutton Michael's shirt. He spread it open and
revealed his hairy and chiseled chest and stomach.

	"Talk about hot bodies," Charlie said breathlessly at the sight of
Michael's naked torso, then ran the palms of his hands over Michael's chest
and stared deep into his eyes. They kissed again and Michael let his shirt
fall to the floor.

	"Let's go in the bedroom," Charlie panted as he grabbed Michael's
hand and led him out of the living room.

	They got to the bedroom and, while their eyes never left each
other's gaze, they removed the rest of their clothes. Charlie didn't have
underwear on so he stood there naked, watching Michael in his tight boxer
brief with his cock straining at the fabric. Charlie's hard dick pointed
straight out.

	Michael removed his boxer briefs and stood there naked. His dark
green eyes that sparkled in the soft light of the room, accented his
handsome, rugged face.

	The hair on his well-tanned, muscular chest and stomach, was in
sharp contrast to the hair on his head. He was prematurely bald, but wore
the hair he had very short, which gave him the air of authority like a
doctor should. It also made him look very sexy.

	This was just a prelude to what was further down on Michael's
body. His manhood was hard and very large; maybe the same size as Charlie's
own 9-inch dick, but Michael's was heavy and pointed downward.

	"Damn, Charlie, that's some big, beautiful cock," Michael said as
he took Charlie in his arms and kissed him deep and hard. Michael worked
his way down Charlie's body with his tongue. He got on his knees and licked
the shaft of his hard cock until he got to the tip and swallowed as much as
he could.

	"Fuck, Michael, damn that feels good," Charlie smiled as he looked
down at the handsome doctor who worked his dick.

	Michael dropped Charlie's cock from his mouth, stood up and Charlie
guided him to the bed where they laid down in each other's arms. Their lips
met again and their tongue twisted around inside their mouths. They rolled
around and rubbed and touched and caressed as much of their bodies as they
could grab.

	Charlie maneuvered himself on top of Michael and began to kiss his
way downward. He stopped at Michael's nipples and ran his tongue around one
of the hairy nubs and pinched the other. Michael moaned with
delight. Charlie continued his quest past Michael's hairy but well-defined
stomach and went right for his rigid cock. Precum dripped down the shaft in
a steady stream. He licked his way up the precum-laden cock and savored in
Michael's juices. He got to the tip of his manhood, ran his tongue around
the outside of the head and then swallowed it as deep as he could go.

	"Oh man, Charlie, goddamn. Suck me, suck me". Michael was turned on
like he hadn't been in a very long time. His busy schedule kept him from
enjoying this kind of pleasure. Charlie swallowed all of Michael's large
cock and inhaled the handsome doctor's musk.

	"Wait, Charlie," Michael said as he pulled his cock out of
Charlie's mouth feeling the urge to shoot his load, "Too soon to cum,
Charlie."

	"Yeah, damn, Michael, I sure wasn't expecting anything like this
tonight," a breathless Charlie said as he wiped some of Michael's precum
off his chin. Then, Michael took him in his arms and kissed him hard.

	Michael stopped to get some air, "I am really attracted to you
Charlie. I would like to fuck you, if you would let me."

	"Damn," Charlie said to himself, "he's asking permission to fuck
me. He's not just taking me and assuming I would like to be fucked, how
cool."

	"Yeah, I would like that a lot, Michael," Charlie said with
delight.

	Michael smiled and they changed positions. "How do you like it
Charlie. I mean what's more comfortable for you, laying on your back or
your stomach or maybe doggy style?"

	"Hmmm," Charlie had to think for a second. No one ever asked him
what was more comfortable for him either; "I think I would like it on my
back, so I can see your face while you fuck me."

	"Good, that's my favorite position too. I want you to see my face
when I cum inside you and I want to see your face when you cum, too."

	Michael stood up by the side of the bed and looked down on Charlie,
"God, Charlie, your body turns me on. Where's the lube?"

	Charlie sat up on the side of the bed to get the lube out of the
drawer. Michael's dick was just inches from his mouth. Charlie leaned in
and licked the precum that formed on the tip of his dick and looked up at
Michael's face.

	"The lube, Charlie, where is it," Michael said softly and snapped
Charlie out of his daydream.

	"Oh yeah," Charlie responded, and opened the drawer and took out a
bottle of lube and handed it to the sexy man in front of him.

	Charlie laid back down on the bed with his legs spread open and his
knees up. Michael put a generous amount of the lube on his very hard cock,
knelt down in between Charlie's legs, lifted them up and spread them
out. Charlie grabbed hold of his own legs and held them up so Michael could
line up his cock with Charlie's rosebud. Michael put the head of his dick
at the entrance and pushed in. Charlie immediately opened up for him.

	"Oh fuck," Charlie gasped as Michael slowly thrust his cock all the
way into his well-seasoned rosebud, "Damn Michael, how big is that dick of
yours?"

	"Pretty big, Charlie, just enjoy, cause I know I am loving being
inside your ass."

	Michael began to shove his cock in and out of Charlie's
butt. Charlie was hard and his dick dripped precum onto his
stomach. Michael started to pick up speed and breathed heavier. Charlie was
mad with passion as Michael's big cock massaged his prostate. Charlie knew
he would cum soon and he could tell by the way Michael breathed he was
pretty close too. Charlie could no long control his orgasm. He grabbed his
cock and started to beat it. It didn't take too long before he felt his
ball contract inside his body.

	"Fuck, I can't hold it, Michael," Charlie said.

	"Cum for me Charlie, I want to see your face."

	"Ahhhhhhhhh, Charlie yelled as his first volley shot from his dick,
up in the air and landed on his chest. The look on his face went from pain
to ecstasy; his eye went from closed tight to wide open and his mouth from
screaming out his orgasm to a huge smile of sexual satisfaction.

	"Fuck," is all Charlie was able to say as his last drop of sperm
was let loose.

	"You're beautiful when you cum, Charlie, you face expresses what
you are truly feeling," Michael said, trying to keep from exploding his
load himself. He wanted to kiss Charlie one more time before he deposited
his sperm inside him. He leaned down and brought his mouth to Charlie's and
they kissed passionately.

	"Cumming Charlie!" Michael said, as he looked Charlie in the eyes
and let loose inside him.

	"Oh Fuck Charlie, damn," Michael said loudly as his spunk exploded
into Charlie's hole. Load after load of Michael's juices blasted inside
Charlie, all the while shouting out Charlie's name. Charlie had never felt
so much cum enter him, but it did cool down his ass that was beginning to
burn from Michael's large manhood.

	Charlie watched Michael's face. The pleasure he saw in his eyes
made him feel good that he could bring him that much happiness, even if it
was so very brief.

	Michael stopped his thrusts inside Charlie and slowly laid his
tired body on top of him. They looked into their eyes again and they
kissed, sweet and gentle. Then, Michael relaxed his whole body weight on
top of Charlie. Charlie loved how that felt and wrapped his arms around
this wonderful man he only met a few hours ago.

	"You ok Charlie?" Michael said with his head still on Charlie's
shoulder.

	"Oh yeah, you were great. It's been a long while since you did
this, hasn't it?" Charlie asked, still a bit out of breath.

	"Yeah," Michael, said, "is it that obvious?"

	"Not really, but you shot a big load inside me, man, god it felt
good," Charlie smiled

	"I guess I have been too busy being a doctor. It's good to be human
again, thank you Charlie."

	Michael rolled off of Charlie and lay on his back next to him. He
wrapped his leg over Charlie's and took his hand in his, "I really like you
Charlie. I know we just met and we don't know very much about each other,
but I sure would like to see you again and get to know you better. I don't
want this to be a one night stand."

	"It wont be, Michael. I just hope when you do get to know me better
you will still feel the same about me."

	"I think I will, Charlie," Michael grinned, then looked at the
clock on the side of the bed, "We better shower and get this cum off our
bodies and I better get you back to the gallery before Chase has my ass."

	They both laughed and got out of bed and went into the bathroom to
shower and clean off the sticky mess from their bodies. When they were all
cleaned, they held each other for a while under the spray of water coming
from the showerhead. Charlie thought this was all too good to be true.

	After their shower, they held each other and kissed some more, then
got dressed. Charlie had just sat on the bed to put on his shoes, when
Michael came up to him and pushed him down on the bed and lay on top of
him. Their lips met and there dicks got hard. Michael was overcome with
desire. He undid Charlie's jeans and pulled out his hard dick and swallowed
it. He pumped fast and furious. He didn't give Charlie time to
protest. Charlie wouldn't have anyway; he was too caught up in the sexual
frenzy that Michael thrust him in.

	"Oh fuck," Charlie gasped, "I'm going to cum, Ahhhhhhh!" Within
seconds his sperm shot into Michael's readied mouth. Michael sucked on it
and swallowed every drop, savoring in the taste, and moaned constantly as
he did.

	"Sorry Charlie," Michael said as he lay down next to him breathing
hard, "I just had to taste that spunk of yours. God I haven't done that in
ages. By the way, you tasted fantastic. Everything about you turns out to
be great, you know that?" Michael said then leaned up on his elbow and
kissed him on the lips.

	"You are something else, Michael, you really know how to make me
feel good," Charlie said.

	"I like you a lot Charlie. But we better get that sweet ass of
yours to the gallery as soon as possible. Charlie tucked his dick back into
his jeans and got up from the bed. He and Michael kissed once more and they
were out the door.

	When they got back to the gallery, Charlie and Michael started to
explain to Chase and Daniel what took so long, but left out the details.

	"It was all my fault, Chase," Michael said, "one thing led to
another and well you know how it goes."

	Chase wasn't mad, he knew why they were late and he couldn't be
happier for Charlie. He just hoped that Charlie wouldn't do anything to
fuck it up.

	"No, problem, Michael," Chase said as he looked his best friend in
the eye and saw a very happy guy, "no problem at all. I can see you both
enjoyed yourselves. Charlie's a great guy."

	"Yes I know. Hey, I have to get home I have an early morning call
at the hospital. Chase, Daniel, it's been a pleasure to meet you both and I
have a feeling we will be seeing lots of each other," Michael extended his
hand to Chase and shook it, Chase pulled him close and gave him a hug and
Daniel did the same.

	"Is it ok if I walk Michael to his car?" Charlie said to Chase, but
his eyes never left Michael's.

	"Yeah sure, take your time. We're going to be here until midnight."

	"Thanks, for everything," Michael said, "oh and say goodbye to
Chelsea for me ok? Tell her I will call her when I make arrangements to
pick up the picture and the sculpture."

	"Sure," Chase replied with a smile.

	Charlie and Michael walked out the door and walked the short
distance to Michael's car.

	"Can I see you tomorrow sometime, Charlie," Michael asked.

	"Yeah, I get off of work around 5. I don't have to go in to the
gallery since they close by 7PM."

	"Can I meet you at your shop, then we could go from there?"

	"Great, I cant wait for 5 o'clock tomorrow," Charlie said and with
all sincerity. "Hey, I don't have your number and you don't have mine."

	Michael reached into the glove compartment of his car and took out
a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down his cel phone number.

	"I could always be reached at this number no matter where I am," he
said to Charlie. With that Charlie gave him his own cel phone number, as
well as his home number and work number.

	Michael leaned into Charlie and kissed him on the lips right on
Santa Monica Blvd, but then Santa Monica Blvd is used to the sight of two
men as they kissed in the open. Michael broke from the kiss, but Charlie
pulled him into him and they kissed again. Michael hadn't felt this alive
in ages.

	"I better go, Charlie."

	"Sure you don't want to stick around until closing, then go back to
my place for a drink or something?"

	"You're very tempting Charlie, but it's the 'or something" that
will get me in trouble," Michael laughed, "but, I will take a raincheck on
that. I have to have a clear head for tomorrow. I will tell you about this
case later ok, maybe over dinner."

	"Cool," Charlie said as Michael got into his car, waved goodbye one
last time and drove off.

	Charlie walked back into the gallery; well, floated into the
gallery was more like it.

	Chase and Daniel stood there as he walked in and they all laughed
and hugged each other.

	Midnight came around slowly. Chase, Daniel and Charlie said their
goodbyes to the people in the gallery. Chelsea drove them all home; she
dropped Charlie off first. He said his goodbyes and told Chase he would
call him tomorrow, then he headed up the stairs to his apartment.

The first thing he did was check his voice mail and the digital readout
said he had two messages. Charlie pressed the play button on his answering
machine.

	"You have two messages," the machine blurted out, "Message One."

Beeep

	"Hi Charlie, it's me, Michael. I just wanted to tell you I had a
great time tonight and I can't wait until tomorrow when I see you
again. You're a great guy. Hope you sleep well. I know I will, thinking of
you, bye."

Beeep!

	Charlie smiled when the message ended and headed to his bedroom to
undress, but stopped when he heard the machine cry out again. "Message
two."

Beeep!

	"Hi Charlie, it's me Steven. How you doing sexy? I was hoping you
would be home. I have some great drugs and I thought I would come over and
we could have a good time. I have some pot and some coke and a fresh bottle
of poppers. I would let you fuck me again, but not after I sucked that
monster dick of yours. Well, I have to go now, maybe I will call you
tomorrow or maybe I will just pop on over and surprise you. See you later,
hot stuff."

BEEP!

	"Shit" Charlie said.


To Be Continued