Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2000 17:44:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Compound- Chapter 3 (gay male/celebrity)

=DISCLAIMER=
This story is meant to imply nothing about the
sexuality of the real person involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
not meant in any way but the highest regard.

Comments, Suggestions, and Criticisms can be sent to
saboteur_98155@yahoo.com

Enjoy!

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The Compound- Chapter 3
By Reid
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I sat at Zac's bedside for the rest of that day, never
letting go of his hand. Almost every minute I tried to
convince myself that he squeezed my hand or I felt
some sort of movement inside him but I guess I was
just trying to fool myself. Maybe it was the darkness
of the room or the constant beeping of the heart
monitor that was eventually stamping a rhythm into my
subconscious. Or it could have been the pressed LEAD
of the chair that was turning my asscheeks into a flat
board.

But it all didn't matter. There was no way I was going
to leave Zac. And thankfully, the infirmary staff
didn't mind as they brought in a small cot for me to
sleep on, and of course, I arranged it right next to
his bed so I wouldn't ever break contact for more than
it took me to use the bathroom (and wash my hands, of
course). Add in to it that the room wasn't exactly
toasty and the first night there wasn't what I'd call
comfortable with all the shivering and anxiety and
stuff. My sleep pattern was severely thrown off since
I listened for any sound or abnormal movement from the
bed next to me... but none ever came.

The second day wasn't much better as in between
choking down bites of the godawful food they brought
me, I sat there holding Zac's hand and gently stroking
the backs of his fingers. My book clubs and art
classes had been notified and while not exactly a
candlelight vigil was forming, several sectors had
made large get-well cards for Zac, which managed to
cheer me up a small bit. Several times during the day,
Dr. Rios came in and checked Zac's vital signs and
explained that he was under "heavy sedation while the
toxins were clearing from his system". Her presence
managed to keep me calm since she didn't seem to feel
the situation was vital. Keri also came to see me and
I did a lot of self-abusing to her and she promptly
shut me up.

"It's my fault, Keri." I sobbed miserably to her.

"Reid, it is not your fault. Millions of people get
appendicitis." She said, patting me on the back.

Our conversations continued back and forth like that,
pretty much. Dr. Howard came to see me and she and I
didn't say much except when she related a story about
her brother getting appendicitis and living through it
which helped me more than I thought because of all the
people there, I trusted her the most. Then Brandon
came to see me and he seemed genuinely concerned for
once. But they all sort of ran together and became one
person after a while as the whole experience became a
big jumble of anxiety and heartache. If Zac could only
have opened his eyes or showed some real sign of life...
anything that showed some sign that he was recovering
or showed some sign that he recognized me. But he
didn't.

The second night I was there, Dr. Rios came in to the
room and checked Zac out to make sure he wasn't
getting bedsores. After checking him out, she sat down
next to me on the cot.

"Reid, you're going to get sick if you stay here
constantly."

"I'm going to get sick if he dies and I'm not here to
at least see him off."

"You're not healthy. I think you should go back to
your room and get some sleep in your bed."

"No."

"Reid... it's doctor's orders. Either go back to your
room or I'll have you sedated and physically carried
back into your room. I can't sit by and watch you
deteriorate any further, mentally or emotionally--" I
started to lose my temper but she continued, "Reid!
Listen to me, damn it. You're going to give yourself
an ulcer."

I bit my lip, "I don't want to yell at you in front of
Zac."

"Yell at me out in the hall then." She said, and got
up off the bed and held the door open. Setting Zac's
hand down gently, I got up on stiff legs and walked
out into the hall. Once out of Zac's earshot, I lost
it.

"Do you even know how I feel?!" I hissed at her, "Do
you have any sense of what it feels like to see the
reason you're alive, laying in a hospital bed close to
death and know that it's your fault?!"

She took a deep breath and leaned against the wall,
"Reid, I know you're angry--"

"NO! No you don't know. You don't know how I feel! No
one knows how I feel! Before Zac came here, the only
way you'd have seen me was when you'd have come to my
room to pronounce me dead! I was miserable without Zac
and there is NO WAY... no chance in HELL that you will
EVER know what that feels like."

"Reid, we've all had people die that we care about."

"Dr. Rios..." My tone so harsh that I backed off, "Don't
compare what I feel for Zac to some analogy about your
grandmother dying. You have no clue what it's like to
fall in love with someone when the rest of the world
would just as soon see the both of you die, miserable
and rotting in the gutter. You're straight, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then you don't know what it's like. The kind of love
that develops between two guys when everyone else
wants them dead. It's more than love, it's a bond and
it's a bond that I never thought I'd feel again in my
life. When Zac came here, I felt it immediately and it
just got stronger. When we kissed for the first time,
I felt like I was flying. Every day I've spent with
him has been the best day of my life over and over and
over. Don't you DARE tell me that I'm deteriorating!
After what Zac did for me, if you could see inside me,
if you could see straight to my heart... you would
praise me for my coping skills... so don't lecture me."

When the last word came out of my mouth, all my
strength drained out of me from head to toe. I leaned
my back against the wall and slid down to a sitting
position and let my head rest back against the wall
and I felt fresh, hot tears begin to roll slowly down
my cheek. I could feel the cold concrete of the wall
on the back of my head as I closed my eyes and a dull
rushing sound filled my ears and all the frustration
I'd felt since the second my ass hit the chair in
Zac's room began to slowly ease out of me.

Dr. Rios walked over to me and put her hand on my
shoulder and I guess she was asking me if I was OK,
but I couldn't hear her. I was in my own little
universe as somewhere inside me, I found the strength
to get up and start walking in the general direction
of my... our... room. The halls moved past me and
eventually, the white concrete of the infirmary gave
way to the colored walls of the main hallway and the
closed in glass of the skywalk. Along the way, several
of the guys in my sector looked at me sympathetically
but it didn't particularly matter to me. I just kept
putting one foot in front of the other until I found
myself at the door to the room.

The small black electronic ID pad said in red digital
letters:

ROOM 33A
R.CAMERON/Z.HANSON
PRIVACY: PREFERRED

I looked at my feet before looking back at the pad and
wondering how long it would take before the internal
electronics ID system would 'quietly remove' Zac's
name from the pad. Sighing to myself, I pressed my
first two fingers into the circle under my name and
the door beeped and swung open to let me in.

Our room was pretty much the same we'd left it except
it smelled of lemon cleanser, the puke had been mopped
up and there were fresh sheets on the bed. As my brain
processed how it happened, I heard a voice from behind
me.

"I changed the sheets for you." I knew it was Keri
without turning around.

"Thank you." I said, my voice was hoarse and barely
audible.

She put her hand on my shoulder and helped me into the
room. I stumbled in, much the same way Zac had done
when he first entered our room, and collapsed on the
bed. Keri helped me back onto the bed and helped me
take my shirt off before pulling the covers back and
letting me climb into a real bed for the first time in
48 hours and as much as I didn't like to admit it, it
felt wonderful. In a quiet moment, Keri had told me
that when he was 27, she had a baby but it had
miscarried and she had been left with a desire to
"mother" people. At that moment, I was more than
willing to let her do so with me. After tucking me in,
she leaned down and kissed me on the forehead before
turning out the light and locking the door behind her.

It wasn't long until... I drifted... off ... to sleep....

=In dreams...=

Too fucking hot!

Since I'd woken up that day, something almost made me
regret agreeing to stay in Tulsa for the summer.
Friends had warned me that in Oklahoma, the
temperature would reach 108 degrees as if it were
mandatory... but my love for a certain hazel eyed
drummer had it's own way of balancing out the cons...

It was Summer 2000 and after their tour, on which Mr.
Hanson had generously financed my food and lodging,
Zac had practically begged me to spend July and August
in casa de Hanson. At first, I tried to politely
decline but when Zac busted out the pout and the sappy
whispering in my ear, there was no way I could refuse.
So after almost five months on the road, we were
headed to Tulsa to spend the summer and try not to
dehydrate each other.

But... talk is easier than action. It was only my third
day there and it had been so hot that Zac and I slept
in the basement bathroom bathtub. Only a sheet covered
us and in the morning, our naked bodies were drenched
with sweat and we barely had the energy to kiss each
other goodnight. The sheet was stuck to us like a
piece of toilet paper stuck to your hand after a jack
off session and it was just as pleasant as it sounds.
What was even more pleasant was waking up the next
morning and having it be 90 degrees with your face in
the armpit of a 14 year old boy. Not exactly nice.

And then... it was nighttime. As my luck would have it,
the Hanson house air conditioner broke about an hour
after I got there. So Zac and I were left laying on
the living room couch with the two front doors
standing open trying to get cool air inside the house.
Mrs. Hanson had threatened to rent a bulldozer and
knock down a wall if the AC wasn't fixed and
immediately, arrangements were made to repair it. But
that would be tomorrow. Tonight, we were left sweating
and the temperature had to be at least 100 degrees but
the thermostat only went up to 95.

But one thing that I appreciated endlessly about Zac's
family was the lack of irritability. The whole family
managed to stay in good spirits and it kept me from
losing my mind after having my knees nearly rearranged
by the toddlers who had the run of the house. I just
couldn't help but relax and wait for the repairman to
come.

Zac was sprawled down the length of the couch with his
head, shoulders, and upper back resting across my lap.
He was wearing the outfit I remembered seeing on a
website where he was wearing a red and blue jersey,
baggy khaki cargo shorts, his trademark black socks,
and blue sneakers. He had his shirt pulled up to his
chest, exposing his smooth stomach and if it weren't
hotter than under Satan's ballsack, I might have
gotten turned on. He was lazily fanning himself with
several sheets of music and occasionally mopping the
sweat from his face with his shirt.

We were watching some nameless show on TV as I idly
glanced at the section of the local paper sitting
beside me on the end table by the couch. I picked it
up and perused it, noticing that the neighborhood
theater was showing a movie in about ten minutes. The
title of the movie didn't matter. An air-conditioned
theater was all I was thinking about as I tossed the
paper down.

"Hey Zac?"

"Hmm?" He looked up at me.

"Want to go see a movie?"

"Hell yes. Let's go." He got up off my lap without
needing any other encouragement.

As Zac hustled off to tell his parents the plan, I dug
my car keys and wallet out from in between the
cushions of the couch. As soon as I located them both,
I stood up and stretched and walked into the kitchen
where Zac was getting his hair tied back by his mom.

"Mom... my hair is fine! Stop" He whined, making me
smile.

"No son--stop squirming... no son of mine is going out
of this house with his hair looking like a brillo
pad."

"Well mom, heat ain't no joke." Zac said, and then he
yelped as she tugged on his hair to get the band
around it.

"Going to the movies, eh Reid?" Mr. Hanson asked as he
sat back down at the kitchen table.

"Umm... yeah." I still felt weird around Zac's parents.

"Yeah. We're going to the AIR CONDITIONER, DAD. Where
it's nice and COOL." Zac said, emphasizing the last
words snottily.

"Well, the dumpster behind the 7-11 is cool too. You
want to live there?" Mr. Hanson said calmly.

Zac rolled his eyes, "C'mon, Reid. Let's get outta
here."

I followed Zac out of the kitchen and on our way out
the front door, I heard his parents laughing. We
hurried out the front door into the humid summer night
and climbed into my Durango, Zac jokingly pretending
to struggle as he climbed into the passenger seat. I
started the ignition and as I adjusted the gearshift
into reverse, Zac laid his sweaty hand on mine and
smiled at me. I couldn't help but blush as I backed
the car out of the driveway and drove to the theater.

Upon our arrival, Zac climbed out of the car as said,
"It hasn't cooled down at all!"

He mopped his forehead with the back of his left hand
and there was a small red mark from where the
wristband of his watch scraped the skin slightly. The
theater we went to was one of those classic style
places with a big marquee and wooden doors and as I
got out my wallet, the guy working the ticket window
simply smiled and waved us in. I shrugged as Zac said,
"They know me here."

We walked into the dark lobby and immediately, the
temperature dropped twenty degrees and Zac moaned in
ecstasy and collapsed against me. He leaned his damp
head on my shoulder as we walked to the refreshment
counter where two green and white stripped large cups
waited. I looked at Zac and he shrugged before taking
the cups and handing one to me. After hearing a loud
slurp, seconds later I heard a monstrous belch from
behind me and the unmistakable giggle of Zac after he
let loose with one of his bodily noises.

The theater was cool and empty. Two very good things.
I had seen several movies with Zac (although he was in
a gangbanger-esque disguise) and we always sat in the
exact center of the theater, or as close as we could
get. We had our pick of the seats and we sat down
right in the middle as the lights dimmed. I could tell
we were in trouble as the previews were for movies
that no self-respecting non-troglodyte would ever see
in a million years. In the darkness, I heard Zac pull
the lid off his cup and fish out several ice cubs and
the sight of him rubbing them on his face and neck
caused an inevitable squirming in my shorts.

He laid his lead back and I could see the light of the
screen glinting off the wet skin of his neck. At that
moment he looked more beautiful than anything I had
ever seen. His delicate chin wet and shiny, his cute
nose wet, water trickling down between his collarbone
and into his shirt... Zac noticed me checking him out
and smiled, mouthing "this movie sucks" before draping
his leg over my lap and rubbing it seductively. I let
my hand travel down onto his bare calf and I began to
slowly stroke it, feeling the soft skin under my
fingertips and massaging the taught muscle. Zac began
to relax in the cool darkness as he continued to rub
the ice cubes over his hot skin and lifting his shirt
up to rub them in slow sensual circles around his
belly button.

My fingers slowed to a stop on his leg as we made eye
contact and he smiled, blowing me a kiss. I didn't
need much more of an invitation and I leaned in and
kissed him, tasting the cold water on his lips and
licking it off. Zac squirmed in his seat as I kissed
him again, only much deeper and slipped my tongue
slowly into the hot wetness of his mouth. The notion
of anyone else entering the theater didn't come to
mind as Zac slid up and onto my lap, pushing me back
into the seat and kissing me harder and I slid my
hands up the back of his shirt. He pulled off me
momentarily to allow me to slide his shirt up and over
his head, exposing his smooth soft upper body to my
hungry eyes. He rested his hand on the back of my head
and guided my mouth to his tender brown nipple, and I
gently teased it with my tongue, turning it hard
before sucking it hard enough to draw an excited yelp.
I alternated my attentions between both his nipples
before noticing the enormous tent he was pitching in
his shorts. I pulled my mouth off his nipple and laid
my head back and looked up at him. He was pouting.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not exactly worried.

"If I don't get these shorts off, I'm gonna get blue
balls."

He pouted again and nearly sent me over the edge as he
stood back and undid the fly and pulled the shorts
down and off over his shoes, leaving him only in his
bright blue boxer shorts, shoes and socks. He smiled
and pulled the band out of his hair as the light from
the move screen illuminated his beautiful profile as
he ran his hand down his chest and stomach and down to
the bulge in his boxers. He blew me another kiss as I
ran my hand up his leg and up to the cotton-covered
erection contained inside, squeezing it firmly making
Zac groan and shake. I slipped both hands under the
waistband and effortlessly tore the boxers in half and
completely off his body, causing his rock hard dick to
bob in it's muskiness. He moaned softly and his knees
quivered as I leaned in and slashed at his cockhead
with the tip of my tongue. Repeating the action drew
several more passionate moans from him as I wrapped my
lips around his cockhead and took a quick, playful
suck at him. He let out a whimper and pulled me off of
him and I looked up and he looked down, and I could
see the light from the screen bouncing off his sweaty
chest and he bent down and kissed me on the lips. He
kissed his way around to the side of my face.

"I'm lonely being the only one naked..." He gasped, his
warm breath making my ear tingle.

He wrapped his long fingers around the collar of my
T-shirt and pulled me to my feet where I slid the
shirt up and over my head. As soon as my chest was
exposed, Zac moaned and mashed himself against me,
grinding his hot, sweaty body into mine like some
obscene dance as he attacked my nipple, sucking hard
and lashing it with his tongue. My whole body
shuddered and I fell backwards onto the floor of the
theater, a public place but we were so excited we
didn't care. Zac quickly straddled me and tore my
shorts and underwear off, tossing them over his
shoulder before deep throating me all at once and
sending me into a frenzy of sexual desire. He lubed my
cock with his spit before pulling off hurriedly and
straddling my hips, holding himself up by pushing his
hands on the floor on either side of my head. He began
to lower himself down and I could feel my throbbing
dick begin to slide in between his tight asscheeks as
he clinched them together to give the entry even more
friction. It felt like I was trying to fuck a baseball
bat donut as he squeezed my cock as hard as he could,
biting his lip before my cock finally found it's way
against his hot hole.

His deep hazel eyes focused on me for a second before
all at once, he dropped himself on me, sending me
barreling into the hot recesses of his asshole. I
bottomed out in a split second as my cock slammed into
his prostate and Zac's body seemed to jackknife and he
threw his head back, letting out a primal scream of
passion as his long hair whipped backwards and
splattered us both with sweat and water. His entire
body shivered with desire as he bounced up and down,
riding me like a bull, squeezing the fleshy molten
walls of his ass around my tender cock. He was so hot.
So hot it hurt. The cheap rug under my bare back
burned a little too.

His strong hands traveled up my stomach and onto my
chest where he grabbed my pecs. His grip was like a
vice and I had never felt anything so strong in my
entire life. His bouncing became more frenzied as I
could hear the flesh of his thighs slap against his
calves as he rode me, forcing me to probe and explore
his most treasured cavity and sending me into near
fits of helpless desire. Zac whimpered once and it
seemed like he completely lost his aggression and he
collapsed down onto me, burying his face in my neck
and I felt his cock swell against my stomach as the
first hot, thick shot of his cum squirted all over us
both. My hips thrust in a smooth rhythm as his ass
massaged my cock and sent me over the edge and
spraying my hot cum deep inside him. I held him
tightly and he soaked both our chests with his creamy
load and every muscle in his body seemed to tense up
and he felt hard as a rock. Zac bit my shoulder weakly
as the last of his orgasm worked it's way out and his
body began to relax and in mere seconds, the wild
sexual beast that had just ravaged me turned into a
shaking, whimpering angel holding onto me for dear
life.

He began to tremble slightly as our sweat drenched
bodies went limp and we laid there, breathing deeply
and trying to recover from our explosive orgasms. His
legs straightened out and he laid on top of me,
holding onto me with whatever strength he had left
like a baby koala bear, his fingers weakly grasping at
my arms and his hot, gasping breath blowing on the
damp skin of my shoulder and neck. Slowly, I found the
strength to lift my hand up and rub his back, my hand
sliding easily over the hot muscle that was spongy
with sweat. Moving like he was drunk, Zac stumbled and
held his face close to mine and his warm breath
cascaded over my lips as he pressed them against me
and kissed me deeply... his tongue sliding into... my
mouth... BEEEEEEP... and we kissed... BEEEP!!!

BEEP!!! BEEP!!!

=Reality...=

The buzzing of the door rousted me from the dream, and
I sat up in bed with cold sweat pouring down my
forehead and a painfully unsatisfied erection in my
lap. It took me a few seconds to completely return to
reality and reach over to turn on the light. After
some clumsy searching, I found my T-shirt and pulled
it back on and got up off the bed. Mopping at myself,
I tripped once on my way over to the door and pulled
it open, my hair messed up and sweaty.

"Yeah?" I groaned.

"Hey, Reid."

My eyes focused and I realized it was Jake. The
annoyance I felt for being woken up drained and I
smiled, "Hi Jake."

"I just wanted to ask... well, is Zac any better?" Jake
said in a controlled and practiced voice, the poor kid
didn't look any better than I did. He had dark circles
under his eyes and he was pale. My mind immediately
recalled that this was the kid in the cafeteria that
had obviously fallen for Zac and for some reason, I
couldn't be mad at him for it. Hell, who could blame
him for falling in love?

"The doctor says he has an excellent chance. He's
under heavy sedation right now."

"Oh... OK." He let out a sigh of relief, "Keri only told
me that he had his appendix out and she wouldn't tell
me anything else."

"He'll be OK, Jake."

"Good," He said, smiling, "Are you gonna go back and
see him?"

"Yeah. After I get a little more sleep."

"Could you tell him something from me?"

"I can try. He might not hear me."

"Reid... tell him that even though he has someone, I'll
always be happy for him. OK?"

I nodded, but I didn't smile. A smile at that point
would have been seen as pity and I didn't pity Jake.
He wasn't whom I pitied. He was just like the rest of
us. He had been uprooted from his normal life and
shipped off to a faceless institution and forced to
make a life for himself. The same thing had happened
to me, to Zac, to Brandon, and to every one of the
other guys who had been forced to accept a life
sentence because of a stereotype. "We" made a
"choice". "We" had created AIDS. "We" raped children.
"We" made our gender feel uncomfortable and forced
them to rape and batter women to show their manhood.
Standing there in the doorway to our room, I could
only feel disgusted. And pity. I pitied them. I pitied
every one of the watchdog groups and right wing
Christian bible thumpers who had made a crass
generalization and ruined the lives of so many
innocent people.  I pitied them. I felt sorry for
them.

For a second, it seemed like Jake knew what I was
thinking and he smiled at me before walking down the
hall as I went back into the room and closed the door
behind me. I shuffled over to the bed and sat down
wearily, my head feeling like it weighed a ton and
pulled me back onto the bed where I lay, staring up at
the ceiling. I rubbed my forehead and eyes before
sliding back onto the bed but not bothering to pull
the covers over me. I flipped my pillow over to the
non sweaty, cool side and sighed as sleep was the only
thing that could occupy my mind...

=ThE VoiD=

GET UP ZACHARY

I'm up. What do you want?

ARE YOU GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME

I'm the best you'll ever have, dude!

IS THAT A JOKE

Sure.

YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER WILL NOT BE HAPPY

Well... I'm gay. If they don't like it, they can go to
hell.

IT IS NOT HOMOSEXUALITY THEY WILL NOT BE HAPPY ABOUT

Well... what is it? I didn't think picking my nose and
eating it would be a sin.

THEY WILL BE UNHAPPY YOU SHOWED IRRESPONSIBILITY

Huh?

YOU REFUSED THE DOCTOR

What did you want me to do?! Everytime I go to the
doctor in the middle of the night... a new baby comes
home! And in my house, the older you are, the more you
can do without when a new kid shows up! Sorry for
being a little nervous!

REID WANTED TO CARE FOR YOU

Don't hurt Reid. Please.

I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND MY DILEMNA YOU PROFESSED LOVE
FOR REID BUT YOU'VE DIED AND HES HURT

Oh man... please... I was scared.

DID YOU NOT TRUST REID

I trusted him... I tr-trusted him but I was so scared...
s-so scared... please...

HE'LL BE HURT SEVERLY BY YOUR DEATH HIS HEART WILL
BREAK

No... no... I didn't mean to hurt him... I love him... please...

ZACHARY STOP CRYING

I hurt him... I hurt him...

I TRY TO LOVE YOU ZACHARY I GAVE YOU REID TO MAKE YOU
HAPPY

I know... I messed up... please...

DO YOU LOVE REID

Yes! I love him... he's my baby... don't hurt him...

YOU DON'T MAKE MY JOB EASY YOUR GRANDMA COMPLAINS
ABOUT HOW MUCH WORK YOU ARE TO GUARD

Please... give me another chance...

WILL YOU LOVE REID

Yes...

WILL YOU NOT HURT HIM AGAIN

Yes...

TRUST HIM ZACHARY I PUT YOU AND HE ON MY EARTH TO LOVE

I know... please... just give me one more chance...

NOT TO HURT

I promise... I promise never to hurt him...

I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU FOR AT LEAST EIGHTY YEARS
ZACHARY

You won't...

GO BACK TO HIM

 =In dreams...=

You're tearin' me apart
Every day, every day
You're tearin' me apart
Oh what can I say?
You're tearin' me apart

They were chasing me! My bare feet slapped against the
polished wood off the ornate hallway and my testicles
slapped painfully against my thigh as I ran. It's not
like it was my entire fault, I mean, I was skinny
dipping in the pool and the dinner party just happened
to catch me. It happens to everyone, I'll have you
know.

Slap... slap... slap...

"Get him, Jeeves! I say... you'll not reach Wimbledon
should this continue..."

SlapslapowslapslapowslapslapOW...

Old boy, can't you catch a hooligan... Dare I say you're
a disgrace... Catch that young ruffian...

SlapslapOWslapslapOWDAMNITslapslapslapslapOWWWWslapslapslapslap...

Was that... really, Bianca... was that his real wanker
size... what was that lads name... did you see the size of
his...

Breathing heavily, I finally outran Jeeves and ducked
into a doorway and shut it behind me, just in time to
hear the butler run past gasping for breath as he
searched for the naked young "burglar". I closed my
eyes and leaned back against the cool wooden door,
enjoying the coolness against my hot bare back and I
mopped my forehead. Then I opened my eyes to see a
long table. It was about 30 feet long and only about 8
feet across and it looked to be made out of soft black
foam and the whole thing was covered in desserts.

German chocolate cake... vanilla, chocolate,
butterscotch, and strawberry pudding... cherry, apple,
banana cream, peanut butter chocolate, lemon meringue
pies... soft containers filled with butterscotch and
raspberry syrup... several groups of chocolate cupcakes,
scoops of French vanilla ice cream... chopped
strawberries and bananas... a huge mound of fluffy,
whipped cream--

"Gonna eat all that by yourself, handsome?"

I turned around to see Zac standing by the door. He
was naked from head to toe and was sporting nothing
but an ear to ear grin and a rock hard love bone. He
sauntered over to me and cupped one of my asscheeks
with his left hand, squeezing it gently and sending my
anxiety-softened penis to full wooden capacity. He
leaned in and licked my earlobe gently before smiling
and walking over to the edge of the table. He dipped
his finger casually in a pile of chocolate mousse and
whipcream and licked it sensuously.

"Mmmm..." He closed his eyes and moaned, "This is soooo
good..."

He curled his finger in my direction and I floated
over to him and watched in awe as he dipped his hand
into the mousse and pulled out a huge handful of the
delicacy. He smiled mischievously and for a second, I
worried that he would be covering me with the sticky
substance... but to my surprise, he slathered it all
over his chest and down onto his stomach, decorating
his tanned skin with the dark brown paste and drew a
white line of whipcream down to his fluffy blond pubic
bush and smeared more mousse into the hair and all
over his cock and balls. He looked absolutely
ridiculous.

He grinned at me again and climbed up on the edge of
the table, perching himself precariously over the
enormous spread and faced me, his back turned to the
food. He blew me a kiss and winked rakishly before
jumping majestically backwards and in a blur of blond
hair, landed in the midst of the table, sending
streams of pudding, syrup, pie, and cake up in the air
and back down onto his body. He was still for a second
before beginning to shake with laughter as he lay,
spread eagled, covered with twenty kinds of world
famous deserts. The mounds of banana cream on his
chest jiggled as his laughter found it's way to my
ears... it was laughter that still contained innocence
and joy mixed in with the experiences gained from
seeing the world at a young age. And it was the
appreciation of doing something completely whacked out
just for the pure FUN of it.

Still in awe, I floated over to the table the only
things visible were Zac's legs from the knees down.
His calves were streaked with chocolate mousse and
sliced strawberries and his feet were coated in
vanilla pudding. My face traveled up his body and to
the five inches of uncut dick sticking out of a
mangled cherry pie, twitching with excitement as Zac
raised his face up and smiled at me, shrugging and
blowing me another kiss. Where to start? I asked
myself...

I said the hell with it and leaned down. I licked a
small bit of pudding off his ankle and a wet moan came
from further up the table as I could see a spurt of
precum fly out and I knew Zac was just about ready for
anything. Still being somewhat prissy, I carefully
climbed up on the table and tried not to get messy...
but he had other ideas. Zac reached up and with a wet
hand, pulled me forward and ontop of him, covering me
with the food and causing us to slide against each
other and in seconds, my face was right next to his
and before I could think, he kissed me. His lips were
coated with whipped cream and tasted oh so sweet and
he ground his messy body into mine, sending me rolling
over and off of him, my ass fitting snugly into a
second cherry pie. He rolled over on top of me and
began to kiss me again, but I failed to see his left
hand... out of my view...

Suddenly, it came back carrying a huge hunk of Dutch
chocolate cake, which he crammed into my face, and
sending warm chunks of it down my chest. My cheeks,
lips, and forehead were covered in sweet, melted
chocolate as Zac roared with laughter, barely able to
catch his breath as I laid there, licking it off my
lips and rubbing it away from my eyes as I formulated
my next move. Scrubbing the cake off my face, I
promptly smeared the melty remains in Zac's face as he
caught my hand and began to suck the cake off my
fingers like a starving member of the Survivor cast. I
slipped my fingers out of his mouth and rolled him
over, sending his face into a large apple pie. He
sputtered for a moment before beginning to laugh again
as he lowered his groin back onto the table and the
laugh was immediately replaced by the sound of Zac
letting out a soft moan of ecstasy. His asscheeks
shivered as I rolled him onto his side and noticed
that I had just sent his swollen cock and balls into a
pile of hot chopped pineapple.

I pushed my face into his crotch and licked the sweet
juice from his package, enjoying the slight essence of
precum added to the tart pineapple flavor. After
soaking and sucking his balls thoroughly, I finally
pulled off when Zac warned me that he was close to
cumming so I let his fuzzy balls slide from my mouth.
Sweeping the pineapple off the soft foam table, I
rolled Zac back onto his stomach and propped his groin
up on a warm pound cake, which made an ideal cushion
for holding his butt up at ideal eye level. Pulling
his tight cheeks apart, I took a close look at his
hole. It was absolutely spotless and in the bright
light of the dining room, I could see every detail of
his hidden zone. His small tan hole flexed under my
attention and the soft blond peachfuzz growing around
it moved and flexed as well. His little brown eye
seemed to wink at me, asking me and begging me to
explore further.

I barely caught Zac's whimper but I understood what he
meant as I smiled and reached up for another
container. Seconds later, I found myself pouring hot
butterscotch down the length of his crack and pressing
my face in to rim him with the thick, sweet sauce. My
tongue pushed at his rosebud until it began to relax
and the hot syrup dribbled inside and straight down
into his prostate, causing his hips to buck. He buried
his cute face in a banana cream pie and screamed but
it sounded like a gurgle as I worked more of the syrup
into him, lubricating him and opening his cavity.

I climbed up and mounted him, sliding my hands down to
his hips and grabbing then, sending gobs of melted
white chocolate and butterscotch out from under and
between them. My face slid up his back and buried in
his neck, which was covered in a mix of chocolate
syrup and apple pie filling and dotted with coconut
shavings. I licked some of it off his neck as I began
to press my syrupy dick into his hole, hearing Zac
moan passionately. But just as my cock touched his
hole... I pulled out.

Before he could ask what happened, I grabbed his wet
hips and flipped him over onto his back and
splattering us both with cherry yogurt and hotfudge,
making me wonder what food wasn't on the table. Zac
looked up at me with the cutest puzzled look on his
face before I guided his long legs around my waist and
pulled him close to me and he immediately knew what
was going on. Easing myself in between his tight
cheeks was surprisingly sensuous and I'd always
thought that was something that not many gay men
seemed to pay attention to. The pre-entry. Which in
our case was made easier by the paste of fatty and
unhealthy food. Zac held his hips up to expose his
hole easier and as my cock made contact with his hole,
his eyes urged me on silently. He held his breath as I
slid into him, his hot slick hole grabbing me like a
vice and pulling me inside with some primal force of
nature. My cock seated itself in him fully and his
mouth fell open in amazement as he let his hips drop
slowly...

"OH FUCK!"

He yelped and jumped a foot in the air, pulling
himself off me and sliding backwards. He curled into a
ball and after berating myself for hurting him, I saw
that it wasn't me at all. It was the pile of ice cream
Zac had oh-so-gracefully lowered his balls into. I
tried not to laugh as I slid over to Zac and spooned
him from behind, my erection temporarily softened by
my concern for his comfort and well being. We laid
their for a few minutes, with me spooning him from
behind and rubbing him briskly, warming him up as the
shivers subsided and he stretched his legs out and
settled back against me cozily.

"Still cold?" I asked.

He giggled and shivered dramatically. I shook my head
as he continued to giggle like a leprechaun as I got
up on my knees and looked down at him. He shivered
jokingly again and began to laugh hysterically and I
couldn't help but join in. I sighed and shook my head,
realizing that little Mr. Comedian needed to be warmed
up and I spotted just the thing to help him out. I
reached over and grabbed a large tub of hot raspberry
syrup and Zac, who was still laughing over his razor
sharp wit, didn't even notice as I capsized the giant
tub over him, sending a flood of syrup all over the
table which washed all the pie and cake and everything
else off onto the floor in one messy gush. With Zac at
ground zero.

He let out a yell as the hot, steamy, sweet syrup
covered him. He lay there, shocked, as it was my turn
to laugh at him. His hair drenched with thick syrup
and his body pained a dark red color. The smell was
absolutely captivating as the hot raspberry scent
filled the room and Zac looked at me, laughing and
holding my sides.

"Shut... the fuck... up.... and fuck me..."

He threw himself onto his stomach and thrust his ass
back at me and I slid onto the table and rolled him
over onto his stomach. He wrapped his slippery legs
around me and my ass slid around in the syrup. My wet
cock pressed into his cheeks and began to enter his
hot hole again, but it was more serious this time as
Zac buried his face in my chest and groaned so deeply
I could feel the vibrations in my dick. He sucked me
back it and began to squeeze and flex his hole around
my cock and his muscles began to tense. His arms
tightened around my torso as his cock slipped and
slid, trapped between our syrup-covered bodies. I
began to thrust in earnest and as much as I wanted it
to last long, it just couldn't. Zac gave out first,
his cock swelling and his asshole tightening (where is
he--) as he sent a massive shot of cum in-between us
as we kissed, deeply and (I want to see him--)
passionately as a squeaky grunt came from the back of
his throat. He sucked my tongue hard as he drenched us
with his load and like.... The previous dream.... The
massage of his rectum clobbered me over the edge as I
shot my searing cum deep inside him, filling him so
full that several spurts shot out the opposite
direction around my cock.

His embrace didn't relax until we both collapsed
sideways and my softening cock slid out of him,
bringing with it a slurp and a gush of sugary,
fattening food. We both went limp and smiled, our
foreheads touching as we laid there and came to grips
with the erotic, food filled two man orgy we'd just
participated in. (Room 33A--) Zac leaned in slowly to
kiss me...

"DEAR LORD! What has HAPPENED IN HERE?!"

Zac and I looked at each other before sitting up and
turning around to see the organized dinner party
dressed in assorted leather BDSM gear standing in the
doorway, looking horrified.

"Oh fuck." Zac whispered.

"Who ARE you two young lads?! You've just ruined our
poop, feet, and food orgy! I do hope you are
SATISFIED!"

Zac and I looked at each other.

Then we got the hell out of there....

BEEP!!!

=Reality...=

Once again, the beeping from the doorway brought me
back out of my dream but thankfully, this time,
whoever it was had waited long enough for me to
release and empty myself. I sat up and tried to enjoy
the post-wet dream afterglow before wiping myself off
with a towel from the bathroom, nearly falling because
my knees felt so week. The beeping continued and I
could hear someone calling my name from the other side
of the door but my clothes were nowhere to be found so
I simply grabbed the comforter and wrapped myself in
it, slipping my way over to the door and pulling it
open.

"Yeah?" I squinted as the light of the hallway hit my
eyes. At first I didn't recognize who it was but after
a second, I realized it was the nurse. Annie. She
looked flushed and I immediately got a pang of
anxiety, "What? What happened?"

"Mr. Hanson is asking for you."

=To Be Continued...=