Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 19:09:58 +0000
From: Robert J. Cutter <cutter57@hotmail.com>
Subject: "TOMORROW'S PRIZES" Chapters 13-15 (Man/Man)
Disclaimer: This is a love story. It is a work of fiction; neither the
situations nor the locales have any actuality in fact. There is very
strong homoerotic content. If this offends you, leave now.
TOMORROW'S PRIZES
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By Robert J. Cutter
Copyright (c) 2002 by Robert J. Cutter - All Rights Reserved
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A Special Note: Yes, this story is finally finished. I hope you find
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Please write to cutter57@hotmail.com. Thanks for your time and dedication.
A Special Dedication: To a very extraordinary friend who has been
incredibly instrumental in snapping me out of my long bout of writer's
block. Your support, your encouragement and enthusiasm, and most of
all, your friendship and love, have been absolutely invaluable. Thanks
Gel. I love you.
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Have you ever watched (or paid attention to) all the credits for
an entertainment show on television - either sitcom or drama? Did you
ever bother to count the number of producers working for that show? I
once counted over twenty producers for one thirty-minute episode of the
old "Rosanne" show. There are not only producers, but co-producers,
coordinating producers, executive producers, consulting producers, co-
executive producers, supervising producers, assistant producers,
associate producers, line producers...and sometimes three, four or five
in each category.
Then there are the consultants - consultants, executive
consultants, co-executive consultants, supervising consultants,
creative consultants and on and on and on. Have you ever wondered what
the fuck all these people do, each one pulling down a minimum of ten
thousand dollars per episode? Do you ever wonder why it takes ten
minutes to flash the credits on the screen at the start of a thirty-
minute program - which is only twenty-two minutes of actual program?
Well, let me tell you - they don't do much! Their function is to
sit around a big table with the executive producer (the real executive
producer, the one who really and truly produces the program and has
creative control of the whole thing - called the "runner" in Hollywood
parlance) and dissect the script for that week's show. They go over it
word by word, line by line, in absolutely minute and excruciating
detail. They add, they cut, they polish, they augment, they shine the
script - until it is ready to pass the network censors and it has been
completely almost eviscerated. It's entertainment by committee. And
we all know where that leads don't we?
It leads to the dull, repetitive shit that is continually shoveled
out week after mind numbing bloody week to the American public (and
much of the rest of the world for that matter) and passed off as
entertainment. That is why a really great series, when it is new (be
it a dramatic series or a situation comedy, be it "ER", "Friends" or
"Murphy Brown"), are so entertaining and captivate the public. There
is normally one hand guiding things and one point of view presented and
everything is fresh and new. But after a few years the creative forces
behind the initial success have either lost their touch, moved on to
something newer or have delegated responsibility to some hack - or
committee of hacks. How many times can we watch the same regurgitated
swill - week after horrifying week.
"The Sopranos" is such a hit and so "innovative" because it is the
vision of one man - David Chase.
I have a full staff for my weekly hour-long series - don't get me
wrong. I have a producer, two co-producers and two consultants.
However, they run the operations side of the business, not the creative
side. The fewer hands pulling on the cow's teats the better.
When I signed my contract with the studio I said that I only
wanted to make one hundred episodes. They countered by insisting on
two-hour specials (limited to a maximum of two per season) for four
years after the initial run was completed; I agreed. This seemed to
satisfy them completely. However, since the series has been a very big
success and a prodigious money maker, I know, I absolutely know, that
as the fourth season begins I will be thrown tons of money to sign on
for a fifth season. I'm already dreading the acrimony.
Chapter 13 - Family Time and a Half
May passed into June and June would soon be ending; July would
arrive in a few days. By the third week in July, I would need to be
back in Los Angeles. I had already sent the studio the first eight
completed scripts for the new season. Casting was underway as was the
design and building of the sets and costumes. Location shots were in
progress in New York City and I made a two-day trip there to see how
things were progressing.
Most days I was either on the telephone or sending emails and
faxes; there were so many details that needed my attention - everything
from possible script revisions, to the menus from caterers, to what
breed of dog to have in a particular scene. I definitely need to
delegate more authority.
When a program is in script form, there are no limits to the
possibilities or events. Once the script must become filmed reality,
more problems arise than one can ever possibly imagine. So there was
an incredible amount of minutiae occupying my every waking hour.
Carlos continued to work his job but gave notice. He told his
parents, brothers and sisters that he would be joining me in
California, and that we'd be driving cross-country. We went to dinner
at the Geller's and gave them details of our plans. His folks had
anticipated this news and they took it very joyfully and wished us
great happiness together. Mrs. Geller served a fantastic dinner;
Carlos' sisters all took partial credit for the success. His youngest
sister cried a little but everyone seemed to be genuinely happy for us.
My parents, however, did not take the matter so kindly. My father
was convinced that the whole question of my sexual orientation was
still undecided - an aberration that I'd outgrow in a few years.
"Why do you insist it's a passing phase, dad?"
"'Cause I've been through it too, Craig. Yes, I've done it all
myself and I outgrew it. We all go through that cycle."
"So you're saying..."
"I'm saying that if you give...uh...if you give women a chance I'm
sure...real sure that you'll be happy."
"Happy?"
"Yes, happy. You'll find real happiness and contentment and a
real feeling of belonging and maybe even the real feelings of love.
You'll have kids and settle down and begin to like your life."
"Are you saying that I will have to learn to like living with a
woman and having children - that it won't come naturally?"
He nodded. "Sure! No man really likes to live with a woman. We
like women but that doesn't mean we like being with them most of the
time."
I hesitated for a second then decided to take up his challenge - I
needed to get my blood circulating. I knew the guy was a little off
his former mental capacities but I did not want his expressions to go
unchallenged. And his opinions of the relationship between men and
women were most provocative. "What if I told you that I'd already
tried women and found the experience.well, I found them wanting."
"You've tried women? When?"
"When I was in college."
"I don't remember."
"Do you honestly think I'd tell you those things?" He gave me a
slightly embarrassed glance. "Yes, dad, believe it or not, I was with
three different women during those years. And one of them was an older
woman - not a student."
"Older woman? Who was it?" he demanded.
"C'mon! Do you think I'm an idiot? No names. But I have slept
with three women.or at least tried to sleep with them." I lowered my
head and my voice. "I tried to sleep with them."
"Tried?"
"Tried!"
"You weren't...I mean were you successful with them, right?"
"Oh yes. I was successful with all of them." Dad smiled. "But I
was...well, ets just say I was not happy with the experience and rather
unnerved by it."
"'Unnerved'? What the hell do you mean `unnerved'?"
I looked up in the sky - at the variously shaped and quickly
shifting clouds skittering by. I tried to collect my thoughts. As I
did one of the clouds reminded me of one of the women - Carly, a senior
anthropology major. We actually had sex four or five times and she
began to believe that we had a future together.
"I didn't feel fulfilled afterward. I felt there was something
missing...that I was not getting the full advantage of having sex. All
that expenditure of energy - both physical and psychic - was not worth
the slim rewards afterwards. It as not the be all and end all of
experiences, if you know what I mean."
"Shit! Everybody feels that way. Books fill your head with all
kinds of crap concerning `love' and `sex' and `passion' and `feelings'.
A lot of hooey! A man has an obligation and unfortunately, for better
or for worse, women are part of it and the sooner you realize it the
better off you'll be." He took a sip of his drink. "Did you sleep
with any of them more than once?"
I nodded. "All of them."
"And you didn't like it."
"That's right. Well, it's not so much that I didn't like it as
much as I had found something much better." I paused here for dramatic
effect. "I found men." He stared at me, a slightly envious stare...a
slightly bitter one too.
"You found men," he repeated in a low monotone.
"Actually I'd found men first, before I ever slept with a woman.
Found them in high school."
"Jesus H. Christ! High school?" I nodded and gave him a nice
leering smile.
"High school!"
"Who?"
I shook my head and wagged a finger at him. "Naughty, naughty!" I
said is a mock drawl. "Let's just say it opened my eyes and brought
about a new perspective on things."
We were both quite, alone with our various thoughts. Dad would
occasionally glance at me as if he something to say but managed to
restrain himself. Finally he spoke. "When are you returning to LA?"
"Ten days."
"You driving?"
"Yes, and Carlos and Jake will be coming along. I'll be stopping
in Vegas to see Aunt June and Uncle Fred."
Dad snorted. He didn't particularly like his sister or her
husband. They were "show biz" people, just like his youngest son.
"Why're you stopping there?"
"Just to see them again - it's been a long time. And.well, they
promised to help me get a few new, fresh faces for the casting of the
show. And I like them."
"You looking for men or women?"
"Both."
"You tryin' t' find a new...a new bed buddy?"
"Jesus dad! You know that's not necessary now! Stop playing
games!"
He muttered something under his breath, which I purposely did not
hear.
He was disquietingly silent again, but I knew some new subject
would soon be raised, and I wasn't disappointed. Ah, how well we know
our parents just at the time they are forgetting all they know about
us. "I don't know why you need that big, expensive truck, Craig."
"It's not a truck, dad; it an SUV."
"It sure as hell looks like a truck to me. And a big gas burner
to boot."
"I agree, but it'll be very useful in California."
"Who knew Mercedes made trucks?"
"Dad! Mercedes has been making trucks for a century, for Christ's
sake."
"Says who?"
"Says me and millions of other people."
And that ended what had been the longest conversation I'd had with
my dad in almost five years. The previous one dealt with such deep
subjects like salmon fishing in the Pacific Northwest and why it's
necessary to build larger passenger airplanes.
And then there was my mother! She was out of control. After we
brought Jake to the hospital, she was totally lost. She needed to be a
mother hen - she needed to feel in control of someone or something.
She asked the doctors if she could come to see him every day but they
strongly discouraged the idea. Good move on their part!
Jake made remarkable progress. After three weeks, he had
recovered about 70% of his arm movements. His speech had improved
markedly owing to new therapy techniques. Carlos and I would see him
every weekend but mom would never go with us. She said that it would
be impossible to leave him after such a short visit - so she'd rather
not go at all.
He seemed to be happy with his progress and kept his family
informed of various stages of the treatments. When he came home (on
July 3rd, eight days before our journey), he was in an extraordinarily
upbeat mood. His arm movements had mostly returned and he was able to
walk rather well using just a cane instead of the one crutch. He could
write decently and could accomplish most tasks without any help. We
were all very proud of him and extremely thankful for the great medical
expertise of the doctors and therapists.
Carlos had been away for more than a week before returning the
same day Jake came home. I missed him terribly. He had gone with his
father to a conference in Cleveland of an association of organic
farmers from around the country. The exact name of the group never
registered with me - guess I just wasn't that interested.
I was so incredibly happy the afternoon of his return. When we
got to our room I held him and kissed him and let my hands play over
his incredible tight body. However, he seemed a little distant -
almost as if he were in some physical pain. I asked him if he was
okay, but he just dismissed my feelings and concerns with a wave of his
hand.
Jake's first night home brought out the best of my mom's
homemaking instincts and she prepared an enormous and very elaborate
dinner. The biggest surprise happened just before dinner began. There
was a knock on the door and Jake quickly went to answer it. He came
back accompanied by Fran - Fran the pool-cleaning guy. They had their
arms around each other and looked the picture of a happy couple. They
were smiling at one another and Fran whispered something in Jake's ear
that made him laugh.
It was a pleasure to see Jake so happy; he had found someone to be
with and who liked him. I mean they were like lovebirds. The only
time they stopped touching each other is when they were eating. I had
realized the truth Jake's sexual preferences after speaking to the
psychiatrist at the Philadelphia hospital and was relieved to know that
Jake had accepted himself for the gay man he was.
It was a pleasant evening although a rather subdued one around the
dinner table. Talk was at a minimum, with everyone concentrating at
his or her own plate, busy passing the food around and sometimes
commenting on the high quality of the meal.
The most surprising thing about the blossoming relationship
between Jake and Fran was that my folks seemed to be totally accepting.
They behaved as if Jake had brought home a girl - nothing was made of
the fact that Jake and Fran were a gay couple. Of course, neither Jake
nor Fran was their son, so why should it bother them?
After dinner, mom and dad cleaned up and Jake, Carlos Fran and I
went into the family room watched TV, drank some beers and talked.
Fran regaled us with stories of a summer spent cleaning swimming pools
and they were, for the most part, hysterical. I made mental notes of a
few; I was certain one or two would find their way into a script. A
writer is always working.
It was an early night since we had only four full days to prepare
for our departure to the coast. I got the strange feeling that Jake
wanted to speak to us, Carlos and me - to tell us something. Maybe he
wanted to explain about Fran. I certainly could not read his mind but
he would keep glancing at me and when I returned his look he would
quickly turn away.
When it came time to say good night, Jake and Fran went outside
together after kissing us. Carlos and I went off to our wing.
"Well, that was an interesting evening," Carlos said with a touch
of sarcasm in his voice.
"Wasn't it now," I agreed.
"But...but...well, did you have the strangest feeling that Jake was
trying very hard to tell us something?"
"I did. You know how Jake is - everything takes such a long time
with him. I'm sure he'll eventually get it all out."
"Yeah, I suppose," Carlos said in a rather exasperated voice.
"But we've been through all this business with him and we've speculated
about him so much that I'd love to know the whole truth about his
situation - if there is such a thing."
"I agree, but we still must let him do it at his own pace.and in
his own time."
I looked over at Carlos rather lustily and he responded exactly
how I wished he would. He slowly walked across the room into my
waiting arms. Holding his compact, strong, warm, young body in my arms
was the greatest thrill I'd known for many years. With his head on my
chest and his arms slowly stroking my back, I could not believe I was
this happy.this content.this excited and so overwhelmingly in love.
Carlos knew how to take care of me perfectly - absolutely
perfectly! He knew every sensitive place on my body - and then some!
Of course, with Carlos in my bed, every square inch of my body became
an erogenous zone - my body one enormous sensitive area. I was his
willing sex slave - he was my man and I need him to service me
completely. He had begun to take total charge of our lovemaking and I
was thrilled about that. He was always so horny and so ready - and so
incredibly beautiful and desirable. I loved these traits in my man,
and Carlos filled the bill completely and absolutely.
I had always assumed that I would be the lead in our relationship,
since I was older (and maybe wiser and more experienced?). But Carlos
seemed to be a take-charge type of guy and I loved the way he took
charge - it was thrilling; every time was like the first time. I was
simply crazy about how he made love to me. Carlos was an incredibly
natural, sexual animal. He overcame any inhibitions he may have had
incredibly quickly and just let himself be natural - and the results
were fantastic for both of us.
Carlos tried to have new surprises for me whenever we made love -
which, thankfully, was very often. He'd add a new "spin" to something
"old" or maybe he'd have a new toy for us to take pleasure in.
And tonight was no different. We held each other and played with
each other's body through our clothing.
He then produced a blindfold from a drawer in the nightstand and I
started getting both frightened and excited. He put the blindfold on
me and then asked me to stand up, which was not easy to do since I was
so highly aroused. He asked me to stand up against one wall and to
spread my legs and arms. I did as he asked and he blindfolded me.
I heard him walk over to the stereo and turn it on. In about
fifteen seconds, the music began. It was a recording of Ravel's "La
Valse," a slightly unfocused, bizarre and generally off-the-wall
version of a waltz tune. It is similar to his famous "Bolero" in that
it is driven and quite sexy. One should always remember that when the
waltz was introduced in the early 19th century it was considered to be
very, very risqu‚ and extremely naughty by those in "polite" society.
Partners actually held each other closely during the entire dance. The
waltz was no polka or minuet - it was slow, leisurely and very, very
sensual.
Carlos began to remove my clothes - slowly and so extremely
sexily. As each new area of my flesh was exposed, he kissed it slowly
and lovingly, playing with it gently with hands and lips. He paid
incredible attention to my nipples, washing them with his tongue and
then biting them lightly. As I held my arms over my head he pushed his
tongue into my newly shaved armpits, washing them down thoroughly. He
made all kinds of wonderful noises, which were transferred as
stimulating vibrations to my body. I had difficulty standing. I had
trouble breathing. Carlos had me so hot I was starting to sway.
He removed my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He undid my
sandals and I stepped out of everything. All the while, he continued
to pamper my body with kisses and loving caresses. I felt his lips
soothingly caressing my thighs and I knew he must be on his knees. He
kissed and licked the insides of my thighs and behind my knees. His
touch was magic. Being blindfolded seemed to increase the sensations
for me - the thrills and phenomenal feelings seemed heightened when I
no longer knew where Carlos was going to attack next.
He moved his delicate, searching hands over the straining pouch on
my bikini briefs. He softly and delicately stroked my rampaging cock
and my tender, sensitive testicles through the material. I was
trembling at the myriad of exquisite sensations coursing through my
body. My fantastic man knew how to properly take care his willing and
loving sexual slave.
My briefs seemed stretched to bursting. I think Carlos then got
down on the floor, because he began kissing his way up my legs; I could
not keep my body under control.
He tried to calm me down by softly speaking loving words. They
worked for a minute or two. Of course, these soothing words were
followed by Carlos putting his mouth on my encased cock and balls and
biting lightly on them. Shit! What a fuckin' cock tease! He
continued to work his mouth around my package. I could feel his hot
breath through the material of the briefs and I was boiling. I was
ready to scream at him when he suddenly spoke.
"Okay, Craig. Here's what we're going to do. For the next phase
of this evening's entertainment there are certain rules that must be
followed. And I mean they must be followed to the letter...or else!.
Agree?"
I was in such a high state of arousal that I'd agree to anything
at this point. "Absolutely! Anything you say sweetheart. Anything!"
"Okay then. I'm going to remove your blindfold. And then I'm
going to do a slow strip for you. Got that?"
I nodded my head vigorously.
"Good. As I do my strip you are to stand absolutely still, keep
your arms spread and not approach me until I am completely naked and I
tell you that you can touch me. Okay?"
"Yeah! Okay! Okay!" I was beginning to pant almost
uncontrollably and my cock was pushing out my briefs to the maximum.
"Right. But first, I think I'm going to pull off your briefs
`cause I can see your cock's straining them to the limit. Try not to
move too much. I'll help as much as I can."
I felt Carlos tug at my briefs and they fell to the floor. I
stepped out. He then stood close to me and gently began to rub my
outstretched arms. He was so gentle and the feel of his hands slowly
rubbing my arms was electric. I could sense him moving closer to me
and soon I felt his lips and mouth moving tenderly over my exposed
skin. He kissed and licked my arms and then moved again to my exposed
armpits. I loved when he nursed at my pits - and Carlos love it too
He worked his lips gently across my chest until he was rubbing one
nipple between his strong yet amazingly soft lips. Then he moved to
the other one and began to simultaneously stroke my armpits.
I thought I was going to have a fit! I was still blindfolded and
this resulted in heightened sensory awareness. It was like every nerve
in my body was on full alert and standby. All Carlos had to do was
touch any part of me, and my body would begin to buck and tremble
almost uncontrollably. I had great difficulty maintaining my balance
and keeping my arms out stretched.
And then he removed my blindfold.
Chapter 14 - Three...Two...One...
Carlos was still fully dressed. It took my eyes a few seconds to
adjust to the light in the room.
He looked magnificent - and I so deeply wanted to maul and totally
ravish that great body. When I reached slightly to begin unbuttoning
his shirt, he pulled away. "Not yet, Craig. Soon, but not yet.
Remember what I told you...arms against the wall at all times. Okay?" I
reluctantly nodded, not taking my eyes off Carlos' face for one
instant.
He wasn't smiling - just staring at me, staring as intensely as I
was staring at him. Our eyes were locked together - like a psychic
bridge between like minds. The burning intensity of those dark,
shining eyes will forever be etched on the neurons of my brain.
Carlos began to raise his right hand. Everything seemed to be as
if taking place in slow motion. The slow, steady movement of his hand
had me entranced. I stared as his hand slowly and meticulously began
to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. One...two...three buttons...he
pulled the shirt out of his slacks...four...five...six...the shirt
is completely unbuttoned. He moved the shirt off his chest...and I
fucking near died on the spot.
"It's part of your birthday present to me," he said softly while
giving me an enormous grin.
"W-w-what's the o-other p-p-part...or p-parts?" I stammered.
"Be patient...just a little patience...and you'll see...you'll
definitely see," he replied with a soft chuckle in his voice.
What had taken my breath away.and make me so incredibly hot.was
that Carlos had been pierced. In (and through) his left nipple, Carlos
now sported a gold barbell.and it was incredibly gorgeous. The light
played off of it and the glistening against his dark skin was
remarkable.and absolutely hypnotic. It threw out a thousand sparks and
only emphasized his tremendous masculine beauty.
He moved his hand slowly up to the nipple and golden barbell...and
teasingly began to circle the area with one finger. He did it so
slowly and so sensuously that I began to pant uncontrollably. My body
was beginning to slowly gyrate as Carlos continued to finger himself.
I was feeling that I would be able to come without even touching myself
or having Carlos touch me.
Still he continued to finger the area around his tit and played
around that gorgeous hard nub. My arm began to move - move almost on
its own, through no control from me. My hand gradually began to reach
for that glistening bauble.
"Uh...uh...uh! Remember the promise? No...no, Craig! No
touching...at least not yet.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. It became
a loud moan - a sigh of disappointment and frustration. Carlos only
gave me a rueful smile. He put one finger into his mouth and then
slowly and delicately worked that wet finger around and around his
nipple.
I become aware of a cool feeling coming from my cock and realized
that I must be leaking up a storm of pre-cum. I quickly looked down
and saw a steady drip, drip, drip of my fluids onto the hardwood floor.
This made me even hotter, knowing that Carlos had this incredible
effect on my body.
Carlos raised his free hand to his belt and undid it as he
continued to play nearer and nearer to that luscious tit with his
circling finger. The jeans dropped to the floor; he stepped out and
kicked them away. My eyes were now suddenly riveted to his white
bikini briefs and the almost visible treasures they were trying to
conceal. His basket was so incredibly inviting.
Our eyes locked. Carlos gave me a small smile and I grinned back.
I'd bet that I looked like a blithering idiot. His eyes began to
slowly traverse my body, dropping finally to look at my very needy,
incredibly throbbing cock. Again, he smiled. He took a small step
toward me while continuing to stimulate that pulsing nipple.
I gasped in anticipation of Carlos touching me and had difficulty
breathing. All of a sudden, I felt that familiar combination of pain
and pleasure emanating from my crotch and I knew that I had somehow
passed the so-called point of no return. My body began to gyrate
faster and faster and I had great difficulty adhering to Carlos' dictum
to stay against the wall with my arms raised. My breathing became
ragged and I knew I was moaning, although I was hearing the sounds as
if they were coming through a very heavy curtain. And I could not stop
my body from shaking. It was absolutely vibrating - moving in ways I
had never experienced before.
And shit! Goddamn! Shit! Did I ever shoot! Without anyone
touching my out of control cock or going anywhere near my ball, I
shot an enormous load. I could feel the fire pulsing through my dick
and then out. What a totally unexpected experience. I kept shooting
and shaking at this most incredible happening - this event that emptied
my balls of much of their accumulated hoard.
As I came down from my unbelievable high, I felt my legs suddenly
weakening. I knew I could no longer stand unsupported. I began to
slide down the wall. I could feel the cool surface moving along my
back. Then I felt Carlos' hands on me and his arms wrapping around me,
and suddenly he took the brunt of my weight and helped easy me gently
onto the floor.
As I opened my eyes, I could see a look of total surprise on
Carlos' face. He began to smile and I got a little annoyed with him
finding humor in my discomfort. Then I realized the incredible heights
that I had just scaled - that Carlos had made me reach - and I began to
smile back at him. I was covered in sweat and lying in a pool of my
pre-cum and cum. I could not have been a pretty sight. I was happy
but far from presenting a pleasant picture. Carlos cradled my head in
his lap and soothingly ran his fingers through my hair. He gently
kissed my forehead.
I slowly regained my composure...and my strength. While lifting my
head slowly, I smiled broadly at my sweet, caring Carlos. "That was
someth..."
He abruptly cut me off. "Shhh! Did you forget? There's no
talking!"
"You mean this isn't over?" I quickly blurted out.
"SHH!" was all he said. He rubbed my shoulders and chest gently
and comfortingly. "Of course it isn't over, silly man. The best part
is yet to come." He smiled at me and I could not help but smile back
at him. He was so adorable and so incredibly sexy with that marvelous
gold barbell through his nipple.
I had to touch it. I slowly raised my hand, little by little
moving it to that alluring bauble. He gently pushed it away and shook
his head, giving me a big grin as he did. I was disappointed but
equally turned on once again by his refusal.
He helped me stand as soon as I had regained my strength. I was
surprised to see that I was already impossibly hard once again and
pumping out the old pre-cum. Shit! I could not keep my passion for
this man under control - it knew no limit.
"Remember, Craig," he said softly - and, I thought, quite sexily -
"the same rules still apply - no touching, no speaking, back against
the wall, arms out."
I nodded. No use arguing - it won't get me anywhere.
Carlos was still wearing those white bikini briefs and he looked
so sexy and so beautiful in them. I clearly remember the day we went
shopping for them. He was so thrilled when we got back home and he
tried them on for the first time. It was like a young boy getting his
first pair of briefs after getting out of diapers. He marched around
in them and struck various cute and appealingly sexy poses.
Now he was baiting me with those same gorgeous brief clinging to
super sexy body. Carlos used the back of his hand to gently rub over
the material - over his ass cheeks, his thighs and over his tantalizing
package. He was filling out that garment so beautifully. Despite his
small penis and testicle size, everything about his body was so
beautifully proportioned.
I closed my eyes and pictured the first time Carlos and I were
together and my reaction to first seeing his magnificent bod. Christ!
What a turn on! What an incredible experience. Now I itched to touch
him again - the feeling was palpable.
He was in front of me once again and I could not reach out to him.
I felt isolated and lonely. The music continued to play moderately
loudly in the background and Carlos began to wiggle his tight little
body in front of my eyes. He swayed gracefully in rhythm to the music.
He began rubbing his hands over his body - around his new pierced
nipple, over his abs and continuing down his thighs, lower legs and
finally his feet. His gorgeous tight ass was pushed up into the air
and with his legs spread wide, his hands tightly holding his calves; he
began to move his ass around in tight little circles.
Remaining in that position he gradually began to turn his body so
that his fabulous butt cheeks were facing me. They were so tight and
so firm and so incredibly muscular - and I could see clearly every
muscle he set rippling beneath those exquisitely tight and clingy
briefs. He clenched and unclenched those muscles to the beat of the
music and I was ready to explode once again.
Carlos stood with his back to me - his head and arms were raised,
his legs were spread, his hands reaching toward the ceiling, fingers
spread and extended. He lowered his arms very slowly and massaged his
sides and then began rubbing and sexily manipulating those incredible
ass cheeks. While continuing his lavish treatment of his body, he
slowly turned until he faced me directly. His eyes were opened to
slits and his pelvis was thrust forward. I could see that enticing
package trying to fill every cubic inch of those briefs.
What began to surprise me (and frankly, worry me a bit) was that
there was no wet spot on the front of those briefs that I could see.
Also, his face seemed to reveal that my Carlos was in some pain. He
would grimace occasionally and it was quite apparent. He would try to
smile through the obvious pain but couldn't always. I almost said
something to him but as soon as I opened my mouth, his eyes flew opened
and his intense stare stopped me.
His face broke into a smile. "It's nothing." He said in a soft
whisper. "Nothing at all."
He put his thumbs into the stretchy material at the top of his
underwear. Then he very slowly began to lower then with both hands. I
held my breath, though I knew what was in store what I was about to
behold.
When I looked at his face, he was staring at me with a huge grin
on his face. What was he grinning about? I had seen him so many time.
Why now the big grin?
I slowly lower my glance, seeing again that superb nipple
piercing, his strong pecs and abs, and then his marvelous, hairless
crotch. And then his cock...that magnificent dark center of my life.
What I saw this time was something new...something different.
There was something glistening at the tip of Carlos' erect dick -
something reflecting the lights of the room. At first I thought is was
just a single drop of his pre-cum and I so desperately wanted to lick
it off. I felt my body aching to touch him, to embrace his manliness.
But I knew I could not move and the effect on me was paralyzing.
He moved slightly and I saw how his cock was extended to its full
length. My fabulous Carlos was (and still is) not very big - a little
over three inches when completely erect. But I loved his cock as much
as anything; to me it was the perfect combination of overt manliness
and delicious boyishness. For me, it was the perfect combination and I
again marveled at how fortunate I was to have him as my love and my
lover.
So, he turned slightly and it finally registered. My brain
finally processed the information it was receiving. I was
surprised...and delighted...and overwhelmed. Carlos had had his cock
pierced too!
I moaned loudly and quickly fell to my knee. I wanted him - I
want all of him in my mouth as fast and as completely as possible. I
needed to feel his smooth skin, his practically hairless body, his hot
lips pressed against mine. Even more, I needed his mouth on my cock -
and my mouth on his raging cock.
"Be very gentle, Craig. Take it real slow. Okay? It's still
more `n little raw and hurts. Okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," I moaned. "I'll be careful. I promise."
Carlos slowly moved towards me. His cock was fully erect but I
could see, when I looked up at his face that he was in some pain. The
golden ring glistened seductively in the light, drawing me every closer
and increasing my needs. The placement and size was exquisite and its
polished deep color contrasted so beautifully with the deep, rich color
of Carlos' delicate penis.
When his incredible cock was right in front of me, I noticed how
irritated the head appeared - it looked to be injured and I felt so
sorry for my wonderful, caring man. I opened my mouth and brought out
the tip of my tongue; I began to very, very slowly and gently lick the
head. It was now completely exposed and looked so very red and more
than a little raw.
Carlos moaned slightly and it sounded like he was in pain. "Does
it hurt, sweetie?"
"Uh!" He breathed deeply a few times. "Yes, love. Yes, it
does...a little."
"Sorry. I know it hasn't healed completely. I can see that. I'm
so sorry." I know I wanted him more than I ever had before, but Carlos
was in pain and I could not tolerate my precious love being in pain.
"We can stop now and just cuddle if you want. Okay?"
I looked up into his gorgeous face. "Yeah, that'd be just great,
Craig." He swallowed hard and was fighting back tears. "I love you so
much. But very...very soon. Okay?"
I stood, taking him into my arms, my hard, leaking cock pressed
into his abdomen. I wanted to make sure that his lovely cock was not
touching anything. I kissed him. It was more than a kiss - it was a
pledge of my undying love and unfailing friendship.
I put my hand around his waist and we walked over to the bed. I
lay down and helped Carlos join me. He slowly and gently got in and
soothingly scrunched up next to me. He placed his hand on my chest and
slowly began rubbing the hairs between my pecs. I closed my eyes as I
felt his gentle touch.
Without saying a word, we both knew that I need relief once again.
We kissed as he tenderly began to manipulate my nipples, first with his
hand and then with his mouth, tongue and teeth. I was ecstatic and
loved everything he was doing. I opened my eyes to small slits and saw
Carlos on his knees as he excitingly serviced my body. I saw those two
magnificent piercings sparkling in the reflected light of the room -
the barbell through his left nipple and the superb Prince Albert now
permanently affixed to his cock head. To me these body modifications
cemented our relationship and affirmed the deep love between us -
Carlos' love for me and my total adoration of this loving man.
Carlos was doing fabulous things to my body. He knew what I like
and wasn't afraid to do it. He moved to between my legs and before
putting his mouth on my rampant, straining cock, he gently rubs his new
PA over the head and the feeling is exhilarating. It is a new and
extremely exciting stimulation.
After bringing me to an earthshaking climax - I was afraid the
noise I was making would awaken everyone in the household - I know the
cats were a little disturbed - Carlos crawled into my arms where I held
him closely and intimately. I could happily stay in this position
forever, holding my love.
I was exhausted - completely spent. I was practically comatose.
Carlos held me tightly as I slowly recovered my sensibilities. My
brain was desperately trying to replay our just finished lovemaking, in
much the same way that one tries to recreate a dream when one first
wakes up.
He told me he had to tend to his piercings, so we went into the
bathroom, where I gently daubed Betadine on his newly pierced nipple
and onto the head of his penis. I got a tremendous rush from playing
nurse to his patient. He smiled as I ministered to him and I kissed
him gently as I swabbed the antiseptic on him. He was so thrilling.
Every time I was with him, or saw him, or thought about him, I could
not comprehend how I was so fortunate to have found someone I could
love so utterly and completely, and found him literally in my own
backyard. The little kid, whom I barely remembered watching me as I
drove out of the driveway in my first car, was now sharing my bed and I
was in love with him like I had never been in love before.
"Good, huh?" Carlos said giving me a big grin.
"Christ! That has to qualify as the understatement of the year!"
I averred as I returned his smile. I purred contentedly while Carlos
continued to hold me and soothe me gently pet my body. "Thanks, my
love," I whispered.
"Thanks for what?"
"Thanks for making me so happy - for being here with me - for
being here for me - and for being you."
He leaned over and kissed me again and I slowly moved my hand to
circle the gold ring through his nipple. When my hand touched his
skin, Carlos gasped and lifted the hand to his lips.
"Do you like `em?"
"The piercings?"
"Yeah."
"I love `em. I really do." I tickled his belly. He giggled
delightfully. "They make you even sexier than before.which is quite a
remarkable feat." I leaned over and kissed him hard, then slowly moved
my tongue down until it was circling that glorious, pierced tit. I
kissed it very softly. Carlos moaned and I kissed him again. "You
certainly know how to take care of me, don't you?"
He smiled and his eyes twinkled. He nodded. "I try my best." We
kissed again. "Genuine 18 Karat gold, you know. Only the best for my
lover and me."
"That's the way it'll always be,"
"You are fabulous, Craig." I noticed tears beginning to form in
his eyes. "It's not many people who have their wildest childhood
fantasies fulfilled.and fulfilled as completely as you've fulfilled
mine." We kissed long and passionately. "I'm so lucky!"
We snuggled together and I held Carlos close to me. The warmth
and feel of his compact body was starting to get me aroused again. I
kept picturing those incredible piercings and how beautiful they were
and how sexy I found them. What was I going to do? Start another
session? Well, why not? We could sleep late and making love was
better than anything else we could possibly be doing.
I nodded at him; he nodded back.
Chapter 15 - Explanations and Goodbyes
Mom made her usual big Independence Day/4th of July celebration at
our place. There would be lots of food, lots of people (including the
Gellers) and in the evening we would all go off to see the local
fireworks display. She'd been doing this for as long as I could
remember and she was going to make sure that this year's celebration
was bigger and better than ever before. After all, her son was a big
Hollywood and TV superstar now.
My sister Helene, her husband and two daughters arrived the
morning of the 4th. Not my idea of warm family get together. My
sister (my eldest sibling) and I never truly got along. She was too
imperious, too haughty and too fucking rigid in her attitude. Also,
she loathed the idea that her baby brother was a fag. This was too
much for her to accept. Her husband, Willard, was about ten years
older and was interested in only two things - sailing and making more
money. The two kids were nice enough in that uptight, WASPy, private
schoolish Connecticut country clubby sort of way.
Helene almost had a fucking cow when she saw me with Carlos - how
we held each other, and nuzzled each other and, horror of horrors,
kissed each other. A few years ago, she had referred to him as that
"small, sorry assed, cretin spic from that shit eating farm we own."
Helene had a way a cutting immediately to the chase and eliminating the
niceties.
She looked like someone had just shoved a turd under her
nose whenever she passed the two of us or when she spied Jake and Fran.
Shit! I nearly bust a fucking gut at her reaction to those two - the
crippled blonde surfer-boy and the redneck laborer-stud.
Fortunately, the party was an enormous success. The great
surprise occurred at about 6 PM when this huge limo pulled up and the
four stars of my series stepped out. Mom had arranged for them to
travel up from New York City where they had been busy filming segments
of the show on location. One teenage girl damn near fainted when she
saw the hunky star. I thought the screaming would never cease. The
actors embraced me and the flashes were constant.
It was after 1 AM before I finally got to bed; I could still hear
an occasional firecracker going off in the distance. I was reading and
Carlos was asleep next to me. He would occasionally moan slightly and
I was worried that he was experiencing some pain. I stroked his
forehead whenever this happened and he'd get a small smile on his face
and scrunch closer to me.
There was a light tapping on the door. I put on my robe and went
to answer. I was very surprised, and somewhat delighted, to see Jake
standing in the doorway; he was dressed in briefs and a tee shirt and
using only his cane.
"Hi Craig," he said in a low conversational tone. "Can I come in
t' talk t' ya?"
"Certainly Jake. Come in." I lowered the lights in the bedroom
and we went into the sitting room. "Sit down, please." Jake
maneuvered himself into one of the recliners. He was moving so much
better these days and his speech was definitely improving.
"Thanks." He let out a rather large sigh. "Ah hope I'm not
interruptin' anythin'."
"Not at all. As you saw, Carlos is asleep; he had an...uh...an
exhausting trip."
"Good!" Jake seemed to be collecting his thoughts. He was
staring at the floor. "I though' it's abou' time I tole ya fellas
`bout wha' happen in Philly."
"That's not necessary, Jake," I quickly responded. "You explained
it when we visited you in the hospital."
He shook his head vigorously. "I know...I know. And I remember how
slow that was and I'm sure ya didn't understan' everythin' I said
then." He looked directly at me. "I want ya and Carlos t' understan'
what...well, what I've been goin' through. From the beginnin'...from
the time before m' stroke."
"Do we have time for that?" I said while giving him a big smile,
and I knew he had gotten my small joke.
He returned the smile. "I think so. I'm tired and I'll give ya a
short version. But I know that I havta tell ya everythin'. Okay?"
I nodded. Carlos and I had discussed what Jake had told us while
he was in that Philadelphia hospital, along with the information that
the psychiatrist had mentioned and various other tidbits we had
gleaned. We'd thrashed out every aspect of those conversations and had
come to similar conclusions - that Jake had a strong bias towards
homosexuality, even though he was ostensibly heterosexual, or, at
least, had convinced himself that he was a hetero and not gay.
I took some cold drinks out of the fridge, I settled back and Jake
began.
"Okay. I'm gay, Craig." I nodded and sipped my beer, trying to
keep my face as expressionless as possible. "I think I knew this for a
while...even before my stroke. I love doing...well doing it with guys. I
had this girlfriend in San Diego and we did...did certain things but
never went...you know, never did everything. You know, go all the way.
"But...but...and this I never tole ya...but I did do it wit' some
guys. An' I loved it. I really did. Bot' me an' my friends jus' say
that it's experimentin' and that we wasn't gay or anythin'. But I
really like what we was doin' and I'd think `bout it all the time when
I was wit' my girlfriend...you know, to get me hard and keep me hard.
And soon there was this one guy who I was with mosta the time.
"His name was Lyle...and he's so beautiful. Me and Lyle was
t'gether so much." Jake let out a small laugh here. "He'd sneak into
my house at night and we'd sleep t'gether and be lovers. The lass
night b'fore my stroke...we...we had sex for the first time. I mean you
know ass fucking sex. I really loved it and so did Lyle. Then the
next day I had my stroke and that was the end of everythin'.
"Lyle visits me in the hospital all the time and he even kisses me
a few times to make me feel better but then he stops coming and I
figure he found someone else. And he did. That's one of the reasons I
went on the road. I just really wanted t' get away from him and all
his pity.
"So I took up my cross country trip. And I never had any sex at
all. Nobody seemed interested in a young cripple who couldn't speak or
walk right. Until I got here and ya...remember...when ya play with me...and
jack me off in the tub?" I nodded and smiled. He smiled back
sheepishly. "I remember that so clear. It was so wonderful, Craig."
Jake took a deep breath and let it out very slowly looking down at
his beer and took a small sip. "Then ya and Carlos found each other.
I was happy for ya both...b-but I knew I needed to get away on the road
again. So I did. I almost didn't. I mean I was really torn. I knew
I wanted to stay but seein' ya and Carlos every day was hard on me. So
I went.
"Things are great until I get to Philly. New York's fabulous and
I stay longer than I plan on. So I'm in Philly and one night I go into
this gay bar and I'm able to pass for twenty-one. I suppose with my
crutches and gray hair and all I look so much older. I meet these two
guys who seem interested in me and we talk and they say they'd like t'
be with me and could we go my hotel room. I say okay and we go. They
gotta car an' we drive t' the hotel...well, it's really a motel...and a
pretty shitty one. We go into my room...and...and we have sex.
"They look like college guys and say somethin' `bout classes and
all. They both fuck me and suck me off. They's a little rough but I
really love it all since it's been such a long time since anyone does
this for me." He blushed beautifully, took another sip of beer and
looked at me with a rather sullen expression on his face. He spoke in
a very low voice. "I was wrong in tellin' ya Craig that I never done
gay sex. I had...a lot." He seemed so apologetic and rather contrite.
"So afterwards they say they're hungry so we go out to some all night
place and get somethin' t' eat. I like bein' with `em `cause they
payin' attention t' me and smilin' at me and all. Not too many guys
wanna have anythin' t' do with me since I'm a cripple. Not many guys
like t' be in bed with a twisted up cripple like me." He looked at me
steadily and hard. "Ya never took me t' bed, Craig."
I felt very angry and quite frustrated at his remark. "Jesus,
Jake! You told me you were straight - what could I do? What did you
want me to do? You never made any overt moves and no gestures that you
wanted me to...to, you know, put any moves on you. What was a guy in my
position to do?"
"Yeah, I understand that now. I really do. I just didn't know
how...how t'let ya know that I want t' be with ya. With my buddies in
California we just seem t' know...ya know, when one of us wanted t' have
some...uh...some sex. It was just like automatic." I began to say
something but he put up his hand to stop me and I kept quiet. "So one
of `em guys says we should go back to his place and I say okay. So, we
drive to this real beautiful section of the city - all big buildings
and like that. This guy drivin' pulls int' this big garage, one of `em
many level ones and he drived up near the top, goin' round and round.
Says he's tryin' t' find a good parking space.
"I'm startin' t' get a little freaked out. I say I wanna get out.
I think he's stallin'. And I say somethin' else. The guys both laugh
at me. Finally he pulls int' a space and we get out. One guy gets a
bag outa the trunk and we start walkin' t' the exit. All of a sudden
my crutch is knocked out from under me and I fall t' the concrete. I
land on my stomach and I'm hurtin' bad. I'd hit my head on a car
parked there and I think I'm bleedin'. One of `em doods has a bat and
he starts beatin' me wit' it. Shit! I'm really pissed and I'm also
hurtin' real bad. I'm on my back and alls I'm seein' are the lights of
that shitty garage.
"They's shoutin' things at me, callin' me faggot and queer and
sayin' that I'm gonna die of AIDS. All sortsa nasty stuff. Then some
kinda security guy come along and start shoutin' at `em and they drive
off quick. This guy use his phone and call 9-1-1. I'm thinkin' that
they's gonna die of AIDS too since they's faggots too. That's the last
thing I remember. The next thing I know I wake up in the hospital and
there's doctors and nurses around me and I fall asleep again and then
you and Carlos are there."
I reach out and grasp his hand. I gently hold it in two of mine
and rub it lightly. Jake has tears in his eyes; a few run down his
cheek. I lean over toward him and he returns the gesture. And
suddenly we are kissing. It is not a passionate kiss but a heartfelt
and deeply touching one.
As we both sat back, I could see the outline of Jake's very erect
cock in his shorts. He rubbed it lightly when he thought I wasn't
looking, and spoke again. "Franny and me are gonna be t'gethah this
wintah."
"Huh? Franny? Franny who?"
"Franny! Fran! Ya know? The pool guy? Okay?" I nodded and
smiled. He smiled back. "We're gonna be t'gethah in Florida this
wintah. And you and Carlos'll be in LA so we'll all be in warm
places."
"Florida?"
"Yeah. Franny's gonna be workin' down there. His brother or
somebody's got a bidness there. Franny's gonna work for him and I'm
gonna do somma the office work. Sound good, no?"
"It sounds great!" I said with enthusiasm. "Really great Jake!"
I stared at him for a few seconds. "You and Fran?"
"Yeah. Sounds strange, don't it? I know. I still can't believe
it's happenin' t' me."
"When are you leaving?"
"We go right afta Septembah afta he finish all his work here."
"Nice...very nice. I'm sure the two of you will have a great time
down there." I looked at him; I was puzzled. "How did it happen? I
mean, how did the two of you get together?"
"Well, we just sorta did. Franny says he likes the look of me
from the very first time he sees me. Here.when he's doin' ya pool.
Then Franny starts comin' to see me in the hospital. He comes about
two or three times a week and I like it so much. We like each other
very much. I feel so comfy with him. After a few visits we kiss and
hug and then we even find a empty room when we can be...well, ya know,
can be alone t'gethah. It's wonderful! I think I really love
him...and...and that he really loves me."
I got up and sat next to him. I threw my arms around him and
hugged him tightly. "That's just fantastic Jake! I'm just so happy
for you and Fran. I think you'll be great together."
"Thanks Craig. Thanks a lot. It means a lot to me to hear you
say this." He looked away and got a sort of embarrassed and mildly
quizzical look on his face. "Can I ask ya somethin'?"
"Anything you want."
"Can I...well, ya know...can I sleep with ya tonight?"
"Huh?" was my only response. I was more than a little taken
aback. Right after he tells me that he's in love with Fran he's
requesting that he sleep with me. "Sure...as I said, anything you want.
Why not!" What the hell, I figured. If he wants it, fine with me.
His face was one huge smile and his eyes twinkled and began to
tear up slightly. "I know, Craig. I know what ya thinkin'. I know.
But...but...well, we never sleep t'gethah and I been wantin' to since that
very first night I'm here. And ya gave me that bath...and...well, ya
know."
"Yes I do, Jake.
"So it's okay?"
"Yes, it's more than okay."
I helped him stand up and we both slowly walked into the bedroom.
Carlos was still fast asleep. I removed my robe revealing my
body; this was the first time Jake had seen me completely naked. He
smiled beautifully and let his eyes wander over me. I was fully erect
as I walked over to undress him, he put out his hand to gently stroke
me. I was thrilled that he did not hesitate in the slightest to
demonstrate how much our being together meant to him.
I slowly removed his clothes and remembered clearly the first time
I had undressed Jake in preparation for his bath. I recalled that he
had a beautiful body and a very long, thick cock and stunning low-
hanging balls. His extremely muscular thighs gave promise of what was
to come.
Jake stared into my eyes; I slowly removed his underwear and began
to reveal his remarkable body. He had totally retained that fabulous
surfer body build and it was exquisite. It was even more beautiful now
since some of the effects of the stroke had been overcome; with usage,
the musculature and definition had increased.
When he was completely undressed, I helped him into bed and then I
joined him. He was between Carlos and me. Carlos was fast asleep on
the far edge of the bed - a habit he had from childhood when he had to
share a bed with siblings. I stayed close to my edge of the mattress
while Jake occupied the center - but not for long.
He moved close to me and put one hand on my chest, slowly
beginning to rub one nipple. "Ya are so beaut'ful, Craig. I always
think so. From the first time I see ya when ya find me out in that
barn and I'm so scared of ya."
I smiled at him and kissed him very lightly on his lips. "You are
a beautiful guy too, Jake. I've always thought so." I moved one hand
to rub his cheek. He smiled and pushed his cheek into my caressing
hand. He closed his eyes and I kissed him gently. He was such a
loveable, truly beautiful person; I found him to be very sexy.
He laid his head on my chest and I put my arm around his shoulder.
I soothingly rubbed his back and neck. He was asleep in less than one
minute. I closed the light.
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In the morning, movement of the bed roused me - it was shaking.
As I pried my eyelids opened, I saw Carlos and Jake engaged in some pre-
breakfast activity. They seemed to be enjoying what they were doing
and were going at it with great enthusiasm and vigor.
I propped myself up on one elbow and watched. It was both
entertaining and very hot. I immediately became tremendously aroused -
it was morning after all. Carlos had Jake's big thumper completely
throated and pulling rather energetically on the young guy's enormous,
dangling ball sac. For his part, Jake was vigorously rubbing Carlos'
back and seemed to be pinching his unpierced nipple. Carlos' newly
pierced cock was dangling beautifully over his small sac and leaking
some pre-cum. It got me very hot seeing him this way.
When Jake came, it was with a lot of accompanying motion and
noise. Carlos, great guy that he is, swallowed all of Jake's obviously
copious output and continued sucking strongly until Jake finished
pumping out his load and his cock softened. As Carlos pulled his head
away from Jake's crotch, he saw me and smiled. I applauded lightly and
he gave me a great big smile. Jake opened his eyes quickly and looked
at me and he too smiled at me.
"Looks like you two guys have been rather busy this morning," I
said quietly.
"Yeah," they both responded. Both were still out of breath.
Jake had a look of slight panic on his face. "I-I-I'm sorry
Craig.... But...but..."
"There's nothing to be sorry about Jake. Nothing at all. Do you
fellas think I can join in or are you too tired?"
They both gave me big grins and opened their arms to me. I dived
right into the fray. It was rousing great fun.
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Mom was a bit taken aback when we all showed up for breakfast
together. We were very quite and she kept up a steady line of chatter
hoping that we would enter the spirit of the conversation, but we never
did. We just ate quietly and quickly; all the while, we'd sneak sly
glances at each other and occasionally smile or laugh. Our behavior
really had the old lady totally confused.
Carlos and I returned to our packing and Fran picked up Jake on
his way to a job. In the afternoon, the four of us frolicked in the
pool and had a gay old time. Mom and dad joined us and we all had fun.
However, throughout the day she kept giving me questioning looks. Dad
was, as usual, in a world of his own.
For the remainder of our stay, the three of us always slept
together. Fran was able to join us twice and it was incredible fun -
just a fantastic turn on. Carlos did not participate as much as he
would have liked because of the newness of his piercings, but he
certainly joined in the spirit of the fun. Jake and I had a marvelous
time. And Fran was rather amazing.
I knew that I would never forget this fabulous crippled surfer
dude. I had a definite plan to introduce a character based on this
beautiful guy to the series sometime around midseason.
Epilogue - Travel and Roots
Our drive across the vast stretches of the United States was
fabulous. We included sightseeing stops along the way including the
major sites in and around Chicago, St. Louis, Taos, New Mexico, the
Grand Canyon and finally Las Vegas.
We had a wonderful time in Vegas and my aunt and uncle were
terrific - they were fun to be with and great company. I still can't
believe that Aunt June is actually dad's sister. They run a talent
agency, hiring mostly new acts for smaller clubs. Some of their
discoveries go on to much bigger and better careers. Then they would
leave the organization (Talented Offerings, Inc.) and go with the more
high-powered agencies. But June and Fred continued in the business and
are doing very well. Vegas had been undergoing a tremendous boom and
the demand for new talent to fill the ever-expanding entertainment and
nightclub scenes was never ending.
I signed preliminary contracts with three people. They would be
coming out to Hollywood within the next two months for tests. One, a
female comedian, was just fabulous and I decided to definitely use her
in at least one episode.
We left Vegas reluctantly - we were having such a great time.
Everyone treated us as celebrities and we reveled in all the attention.
By early evening that day, we were at our new home in Malibu. Then the
season really began.
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Carlos is in college now and I'm working like a dog cranking out
the scripts and producing the shows. We will be going back to
Massachusetts for the summer. Our vacation will begin later this year
- in May and run through September. We are actually filming eight
shows for next season during the production run of the current season
so we can begin the new season later than would be normal.
I speak to Jake at least once a week and he and Fran are doing
great in Florida; they seem to be quite happy. They will be visiting
us at Christmas when they'll also see Jake's family in San Diego. As
long as they are happy, then all is well. When you get down to it, it
is the best we can hope for in this life.
And, while there is still plenty of stress in my life, so much has
been eased by having Carlos at my side and with us sharing our lives
and experiences. We love each other - and nothing could be simpler...or
more complicated.
The End