Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2015 14:02:24 +0000
From: TCHASE MCPHEE <survivalgame@outlook.com>
Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 15

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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 15

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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Even though Alek had put Aronold `in charge', it was Edward who assumed the
duty of making sure the gang was up the next day.


It would take the mentality of a hardcore commissioned officer to get them
moving, skills which Edward seemed to possess, even though he hadn't served
in any governmental regiment.


Alek was up, showered and half-dressed before Edward rolled out of bed. He
had caught the two while standing at the door.


Alek hadn't intended on the intrusion, catching both men cuddled up in
their bed, Jef's `uncle' Eric off to the side, which did make Alek raise a
brow, wondering what that was about. Regardless, with mind intent on
getting on the road after tonight's fashion show, he overlooked emotions of
what could have gone on last night. The sheet was spotted with wetness,
which did give Alek a hint!


With intentions of waking up Aronold, he did a turnover in silence and upon
seeing Alek standing there, "What are you up to Alek," he stretches, almost
conking Eric in the head. In doing so, he remarks, "Hey, when did Eric get
messed up in this?"


"Why don't you ask Eric?" Alek stood there in his day old Nouguet briefs,
leaning against the door frame, rubbing his furry stomach stripe.


he didn't mind the view, Edward lying on his back, a mass of hair from head
to toes, "I wasn't spying on you three, if that's what you're thinking?"


Then, like Alek willed it, Edward awoke, rolling right away to the edge of
the bed, not noticing Alek right off. As if he had to go somewhere in a
hurry, Edward is unashamed of standing nude in from of Alek, "mind moving
aside, unless you want my water fountain leak all over your feet?"


Alek from neck to navel, going a little beyond, "by all means, teddybear!"


Passing by, Edward is the one with the snooping eyes, "Care to join me for
a crossing of the streams?"


"Huh?"


"Ghostbusters?"


Alek didn't get it, because, "Never seen it."


Acting appalled, "Well, we've got to do something about that!


Alek rolls his eyes, a bit shamed because he hadn't seen the movie, but
wasn't left in the dark, the 44-year old, in a nice way, fills him in on
the scene, "I don't remember who it was that drew up the plan, but it's the
way they could figure out how to get rid of the nasty bitch!"


Hearing a rumble from the room they just stepped out of, Edward says, "Eric
must be awake."


"Right, and with Arne wide awake..."


Getting to the john, Alek needed to drop his briefs. Because there wasn't
much to the bulge-enhanced underwear, it was a chore pulling the lycra
away, so his balls even bulged more, parking the strap underneath.


"Oh, they were wide awake last night, I can assure you," Edward starts
squirting.


Getting under way, Alek curious about `crossing the streams', "Well, I
don't about that, but I'm a little hurt you didn't invite me?!"


Smiles between the two, `who were they fooling?', Edward saying, "Oh? And
what would `your Tom' think of that, Alek?"


Not sure whether he was ready to announce a relationship, but very, very
fond of Tom, throws Edward off course, "We really need to get the guys
moving. Like I've told everyone, they are not going to hold up on college
registration for a bunch of tardy dudes?"


Edward half-listened to Alek. He felt wide awake, but still dreamed of
rubbing his furry-self all over that handsome bod, cuddling, kissing...


"Are you listening to me, Edward?"


"Oh yeah," Edward wakes up out of a reverie, his stream wandering off
course, almost missing the rim, "I wholeheartedly agree, mate. I'm with you
there!"


"Well, Edward, you better start putting those wake up skills to work on
them two!"


With Edward following through with his order, Alek stood there before the
mirror. He liked the way his facial tone, morning `beard' looked. "Hmm,"
might be nice and rugged," he giggled to himself, moving his head side to
side, noticing how the sixteenth-inch fur was coming in along his chops.


Apparently, Edward hadn't stayed the course, wanting to ask Alek a
question. Though, he stood there, a hand unconsciously fluffing his hairy
balls, thinking it he were only a lifetime younger, how he would...


Seemingly the odds, ratio of bottom men to top, Edward never really
bothered with labels, but knew he stood among those who could come up from
behind a man and pierce to the core. Though, there were always the
1%-category, at times, depending on the man, whom that top could be bowled
over onto his knees.


Even though Edward was entertained last night, two men fighting over
him...well, his stiff sword, he had it in his mind, wouldn't it have been
nicer from a softer approach... relaxing, romantic... lie there on his
back, have some guy inch his way up his bod, and whether sitting on the
chest or leaning towards the head of the bed, touch a sweet cock to his
lips...


"What's up Edward?" Aronold's voice pierces his private thinking space.


Alek, more into himself, hadn't noticed, "Have you been spying on me all
this time, Edward?"


Ever alert for a man in heat, Uncle Eric probes, "Is there a reason you're
standing there at an open door, trying to get it up again, Edward?"


He wanted to use Alek as an excuse, but at the same moment not share hidden
desires, Edward saying, "C'mon now, we need to get the masses moving!"


Reason Aronold and Uncle Eric were startled out of their morning
grogginess, was by chitter chatter, one of them mentioning, "What were you
and Alek talking about?"


He could've stated the clear purpose, of getting the gang together and
scouring the city for goods to take on the trip, but Edward left them
hanging, "None-of-your-fuckin' business. Now get moving," he slaps Aronold
on the side o'his ass!


"You don't have to get violent, Edward!" Aronold growls, rubbing the area
of contact.


Just the opposite, Eric says, "Mm-mm, I like that in a man!"


Grabbing a fresh towel, why could Edward not guess, Eric ranting on last
night about wanting to be tied to the bed, both their cocks forced on him
and if either of the other two felt inclined, squeeze his nips, lean on his
balls with a knee...


Aronold, not keen on the s&m stuff, had communicated his feelings, "You're
a sick man, Eric!"


However, as Edward dashes off to the shower, Aronold's throbbing balls put
him in a different mood, "I got an idea, Eric. Why don't you get that hot
mouth down between my legs?"


"Yes, sir!" Eric jumps at the chance!


Aronold gets the last laugh, jumping out of the way, leaving poor Eric on
his knees, "Fooled ya!"


%


In another part of the series of connecting suites, Jeremi Mahmood was
stirring and when he opens his eyes, wonders why his nose is up aside a
guy's ear!


"What tha..." he questions himself, backing his head off from the back of a
bushy haircut.


It had happened all so quickly yesterday, last night, after hours. An hour
before they hit the club, Jeremi and Scott were busy with the others,
finding the right fit for Alex Nouguet's cock-sock line at Braddock's.


Getting into a series of frivolous laughter, each telling the other they
packed the briefs nicely, Scott had innocently hinted Jeremi had thrown an
erection, tube plainly seen from outside the skimpy fabric.


Shy, nonetheless, Jeremi threw some type of remark about how Scott could
help decrease the mass, giving him some needed, added space.


Scott, a vowed, lifetime top-man, suddenly decided maybe there was more to
man-sex than plugging a hole.


Last night in bed, each found a place in the other's heart, through getting
all sweaty.


So, this morning, Jeremi was trying to fit the pieces together, puzzled
over how come, when he pried himself away from Scott's bod, his fur was
`pasted' to the muscle-builder's smooth back.


The detachment must've made Scott wake up, which Jeremi apologizes, "Sorry
I woke you."


Turning, positioning himself facing Jeremi, Scott muses, "Do I know you?"


Falling for it, Jeremi says, "What?"


It didn't matter to either, they were doused in day old man-sweat, remnants
of sex, some still moist around the cock, under the balls, Scott feeling
the paste up and down his back, "If you don't remember...I sure do," he
smiles, plants a kiss on Jeremi's lips, backs off and looks for reaction.


"Of course I do," he was vague.


Scott rekindled thought on the past night, "You don't remember almost
fucking me?"


Scott remembered, it starting to come back to him. Coming home last
night... early morning, like a couple of hours ago, falling into bed...


Jeremi began to recall, kissing in the elevator, oblivious to whomever else
were squished into the containment with them; kissing in the hallway,
kissing as they walked, hands on each others belt; hearing Drew yell, `get
a room', Jeremi reporting, "I think it were Keb and Jaeson we walked in
on?"


Thinking a second, it made Scott smile, "Yeah, it was Keb and Jaes all
right!"


He giggles, which makes Jeremi ask, "What?"


"Nothing. I just thought maybe it would be Keb being the top and Jaeson
bottoming for him, instead of the other way around?"


Jeremi had picked up on it, "You like labels, don't you?"


"Labels? What do you mean?"


"Oh-h-h, nothing," Jeremi swats it aside.


Cocking his head, Scott asks, "No, tell me about me."


It made Jeremi smile, Scott so innocently beautiful, "Last night...er,
early this morning, when we lay, fell, or however else we wound up in bed,
you said you were a top."


Thinking on it for a sec, it did come back to Scott, though nothing new on
proclaiming where he lay, ability to surf down both their bods, "I am,
but..."


"Then you pushed me over onto my back, which confused me greatly, until you
said you felt like bottoming!"


"I said that, did I?" Scott questions, not remembering.


Smiling, because it was water under the bridge now, "Yeah and then asked me
if I were a top or bottom, quickly switching it to if I felt like a top or
bottom!"


"And...what did you say?"


Horny as hell at that hour, balls throbbing, Jeremi says, "I lost it!"


"You're load?" which made Scott wonder, if he did, and he was about to
pounce on Jeremi, then why was his back feeling strangely like it got
creamed?


"No. I told you to drop the labels and get on my cock!"


"Oh!" Scott exclaims, falling onto his own back.


Jeremi turns on his side, viewing Scott's smooth bod, "But then you didn't
care if I was a top or bottom or if you were a top or bottom. We just got
it on."


Strange look on Scott's face, contorted, which was not from Jeremi's
effort, effortlessly running a finger around Scott's left nip, "So, I
bottomed for you?"


Reason Scott realizes this, his mouth tastes kind of funky.


Getting slightly caught up in the moment, Jeremi's other hand was feeling
the impulse reaction of man-sex in general, "Yeah and I thought you were
really good at sucking me, because you kept it up without making me shoot
my load. How did you do that?"


"I dunno," Scott was frank about it, "because I've only sucked a dude one
other time!"


It was a revelation for Scott, a botany student in his third year of
college, remembering back over the years.


Jeremi summing it up, "You're a top, but you've bottomed only once?"


Not because he wanted to relive the juicy details, bottoming stood out in
Scott's mind, "It wasn't exactly like, I volunteered," the mood soured.


"Oh," Jeremi got the picture, "you want to talk about it?"


Acting indifferent, Scott says, "I never told anyone."


Caving a little closer to Scott, Jeremi lifts his new buddy's arm over his
shoulder, getting comfy in the armpit pocket, "You don't have to tell
me. Only if you want to."


He's drawn himself to tears thinking about it, knew he risked the same
talking with Jeremi, but felt the warmth in friendship and confidence, hair
against his smooth bod, side of Jeremi's face to his chest, "Maybe I
could," Scott wasn't sure.


Jeremi muses, hearing it, "Your breathing is a little elevated."


"Is it?" Scott was sure of it as it put the faces and places together in
his mind.


Knowing how anxiety can eat up a person, Jeremi says, "Go ahead. Any time
you want to start?"


Once Scott started laying his history down, he could stop, telling of the
reason he came out to LA, ditching high school in his senior year, "I had
everything going for me, captain of the football team, friends, a great
family and then I had to do something stupid."


Jeremi could very well think of that `stupid' thing, having been there,
done that, but knowing it was more important coming from Scott, "And what
`stupid' thing would that be?"


Scott was onto Jeremi, but lay out the facts, "My best bud, another guy on
the team, I thought he was coming onto me, but I misinterpreted it. Big
mistake. I kissed him."


At that moment, it seemed like all the anxiety, built up for years in
Scott, flooded out of every pore of his skin.


Jeremi could feel it, too, Scott's bod totally relaxed, "Let me guess,
everything pyramided and soon you were a hated man?"


"For certain I found out I wasn't the only gay guy in town. If you grew up
in a small town and were found out to be gay, you became a slave to the
straight guys."


Jeremi had never heard of this and partly out of curiosity, feeling for
Scott as well, "Really? How does that go?"


"I'm surprised I didn't know anything about it, but some of the guys on the
team kept secret the fact there were other gay guys at school. Instead of
ostracizing them, they kept a black book of names, numbers and other
facts."


"Black book?" Jeremi questions.


"Yeah. They had a gay guy's age, height, weight, whether they were hairy or
smooth, dick size when it was fully erect and a column with checks."


"Checks? Checks for what?"


Reluctant to divulge more information, because it's how Scott found out
what the checks were for, but only once, "A check for when they hired you
out."


"You mean, like a prostitute?"


"Yeah," Scott loosened up quite a bit, "can you imagine? Me, at eighteen,
once captain of the football team, reduced to a whore?"


>From comfort to an anxious moment, Jeremi could feel and sense Scott
clamming up, "I don't fully get it, but I don't have to. That was then and
you don't have to think about it now."


"I know," Scott renders, "but it's helped I've talked about it. Thanks."


Looking up, Jeremi scoots up, whereas his lips can pair up and not lying on
Scott's chest, "I'm here for you."


They did kiss briefly, Scott saying something he was still unsure of, "I'd
like to tell you the rest, but not sure if I can."


"You can," Jeremi smiles, "but only if you want and it doesn't have to be
right this minute."


"Really, there is not much more to tell. I can't say what happened was a
bad thing. More, something good, I suppose. They set me up with a young
executive type from Seattle. He was passing through our town, on the way to
LA. He was gay and somehow had gotten a number from some other guy. Carlos
was his name. He didn't turn out how I heard guys could be. Then again,
Carlos was not a `returning' customer. He was passing through town only
once, which made a difference. Anyway, for $100, Carlos had paid for an
opportunity to get it on with a high school senior."


"And how did that go? He didn't hurt you, did he?".


"Not at all. He was a gentleman. He saw I was nervous and though he had
probably done this before, was all stripped down and in bed before he
realized I hadn't removed a stitch of clothing."


Jeremi just lay there, thought it would be better just to be an `ear'
instead of asking questions.


"So," Scott picks up from where he left off, "Carlos' first reaction was
that he didn't want me to do anything I didn't want to do. When I didn't
say or do anything, he got up out of bed and came over to me. He told me,
even though he would be out of a hundred bucks, if we wanted to just talk,
that would be okay. He could always get himself off!"


A break in the icy waters, Jeremi giggled a little. He was sure Scott could
feel the laughter on his chest, where Jeremi's head had returned.


"Like I said, Carlos was a gentleman and after a while I did feel good
about taking my shirt off. I can't deny his hands all over my shoulders,
chest and stomach as feeling really good. While we were kissing, he
starting unbuckling my belt. I surprised myself that I did not stop
him. And then I totally lost it, feeling a hand down my pants. From there I
kinda don't remember what came next, but we were both naked and under the
covers. When I woke up, the sheets were off the bed and I was in Carlos'
arms."


Like any other man, Jeremi thirsted for a little extra information, "You
had sex with him?"


"Yeah," Scott was partially embarrassed to say, but was on the edge wanting
to tell, "Carlos told me I was a fine cocksucker, but I had choked trying
to drink him down all at once!"


It made the two laugh, which drove Scott on to finish up his story, "Then I
told him my whole coming out story, which he hadn't realized I was a high
school student. He thought I was in college. I told him I was once a
much-loved person, but when I kissed a guy and got caught at `being gay',
it was the worst moment of my life. Not only was I hated at school, but
when word trickled down to my family, I was all alone."


Scott's words made him return to being saddened, which provokes Jeremi into
saying, "Well, you're not now."


"I wasn't then, for a while. Like I said, Carlos was a gentleman."


Like, Jeremi knew, hearing about it three times!


"He told me, if I wanted he would take me away from the nightmare I was
going through."


"Bet you didn't have to think long on that offer!"


Jeremi had been there himself. There were places in the world where gays
lived, where it was dangerous coming out.


"I did question it, but only for a second. There was nothing for me to stay
for, so Carlos drove me back to my house. No one was home. I let myself in,
grabbed my backpack, filled it and a suitcase and left. It was probably the
toughest thing I've ever done, but looking at me in the face was the
prospect of never getting out of town, of being looped into a gay
prostitution ring."


Jeremi had to admit, "I didn't even realize stuff like this took place."


"Yeah, me neither, until I was part of it. To make it short, I went back to
Seattle with Carlos. He put me up in his own apartment and I worked at his
florist business, until I could earn a high school diploma. He financed my
college education, but in my junior year something happened."


Attached to Carlos, through Scott's story of kindness and understanding,
Jeremi renders, "He didn't die, did he?"


"No. He met another guy. They became involved, fell in love. When his
partner found out Carlos was paying my college tuition, his partner became
jealous. Though, I don't know if that's really the case, but my tuition got
cut off as I was entering my senior year. It was not that I was totally
destitute, just out of funds for college. That's when I started working at
Braddock's, met up with Alex Nouguet and began a career as a fitness
model."


It perplexed Jeremi, "Then why do you want to runaway with us?"


"It's not that I'm running away." Then thinking on it, Scott giggles, "I
guess I am, but I'm leaving on friendly terms. I want to finish college,
get my degree in botany, but I could work as a personal trainer while
trying to achieve that degree."


Jeremi didn't doubt that, Scott being a PT, thick, muscular chest, dabbed
with two hot, rigid nips, which he got to taste last night, "Well, you sure
are fit!"


Rolling onto his side, Scott says, "You are too!" a hand reaches between
Jeremi's legs.


However, before they could get into the sexual groove, Edward appears at
the door, towel wrapped waist, announcing, "Shower's free for the next
victim who wants to wake up!"


Too late he realizes he's intruded on something, but Edward took it as
stopping something before it got into the throes of a full-fledged sex
romp!


He wasn't the only one, Jeremi answering, "Thanks, Edward."


After he leaves, Scott, entwined in Jeremi's arms, says, "Can we stay yucky
for a little while longer?"


%


Down the hallway, Tommy Tynan just about punched Adam's lights out, arms
extended out to the sides, waking up.


Adam, half-groggy, says, "Um, I hope you're not that violent every morning,
Tommy?"


Tommy knew he was instantly forgiven, Adam rubbing his hairy tummy with a
hand, much like a honey-pot, "You like doing that, don't you?"


Shoulder to Tommy's pit, Adam states, "I like how we took care of each
other last night!"


Unlike Scott Vard, neither Adam nor Tommy worked off of top and bottom
roles, "Yeah, I wasn't sure about that Adam."


"About what?" Adam takes a gob of spit, wets the embedded trail down
Tommy's stomach, going `round and `round his deep innie.


Shunning the idea of labels, going for the feeling, Tommy says, "I just
wondered, with you sucking me and me sucking you, which one of us were
going to get off first?"


"I wasn't thinking about it. All I know is, it felt some awesomely cool
`coming', and feeling you flood my mouth at the same time," Adam smiles,
thinking on it.


Scoring a few points, Tommy says, "You taste good."


Looking up at the underside of Tommy's gritty chin, Adam returns, "You
taste better!"


"Oh, you've tasted yourself, chef?"


It made Adam laugh, "Of course. When you're a slave, there's a lot of
things you have to so, whether you want to or not!"


Adam could laugh about it now, but the first time he had been made to hold
his mouth open, only to have another man tip the head of his cock to his
lips and piss, Adam almost barfed his guts out!


"Well, don't tell me any of it around meal time, Adam?"


While lying in each others arms, after 69-ing it and drinking down each
others' loads, Adam touched lightly on the subject of being attached to
slavery, "Does that include creamy meals?"


Tommy didn't have time to answer, Edward telling them to crawl out of the
sack!


%


Johnny had cried himself to sleep last night, partially over Mat being such
a jerk, running off and then Deric, coming back into his life, only to
inform him, that he was staying in LA, after landing a modeling job with
Alex Nouguet's entourage.


Unlike the others, Johnny was alone when Edward came in to wake him up.


Kneeling on the bed, he touched Johnny's arm, "Hey, wake up Johnny," he
calls out.


Back facing Edward, Johnny slowly turns over, with what seems like a chip
on his shoulder, "What?"


"Well, good morning to you too, Johnny!" Edward smiles. "Rough night?"


If it were in him, Edward would have jumped on the blond bombshell, but it
wasn't like Edward to do a thing like that to `teenagers!'


"Oh, sorry," Johnny was still not feeling alive to the morning.


Hand to Johnny's thigh, void of the sheet, Edward consoles, "I bet a day of
shopping will soften that temperament?"


"Huh?" Johnny still lies half awake.


"How about a cold shower?"


Lonely feeling about him, Johnny sort of thought about it, falling asleep
last night, of how aggressive Keb and the others can be, "Will you help?"


Edward smiles, "I'll help you get on your feet, but from there on, you're
on your own, mate!"


"Great," Johnny says sarcastically, turning faced down, flashing his white
ass towards Edward.


Gulping, at the hairless melons, Edward figure it's his cue, "Okay, well
don't sleep..." another gulp, "too long, Johnny."


Exiting, Edward's hand was still on the doorknob, door closed, wondering if
he made a mistake in leaving Johnny alone. It's not which Edward was void
of feelings, a guy had to be careful around those who could very easily
fall in love with anyone sympathetic to the cause.


Though, the next room he moved on to, seeing Keb, back to Jaeson, entered
with a rough edge, "Okay men, time to get up and face the morning!"
Clapping hands, "C'mon. I don't care what you did last night to make
yourselves sleepy!"


Fortunately for Edward, Keb and Jaeson's room faced the outside of the
building, affording a window. Yanking the blind up, he again badgers,
"C'mon you guys. You're wasting away a perfectly good day."


Of course, he got in return, the usual banter, a pillow thrown at him,
Jaeson yelling, "Close that damn blind!"


Turning over, seeing Keb hiding his head under the pillow and Jaes' in
Edward's hand, he steals it!


"Hey, bro...what the fuck you think you're doing?" Keb flips over onto his
back, bearing all.


Edward loved a war between lovers, watching them fight over a pillow, cock
and balls swinging back and forth with the rhythm of trying to steal the
prize, one from the other and back again.


"Now look what you did?"


"Me?" Keb says of the pillow, almost torn in half, "It was my pillow to
begin with. He," suddenly Edward goes `noticed', "has yours!"


"Well mates," Edward tosses Jaes back his pillow, "now that I have your
attention, you have forty minutes to wash, dress and be downstairs."


Jaeson makes sure no one is gonna steal his pillow, while Keb complains,
"Forty minutes? We just got into bed, man!"


Edward knew they got in late, late morning, but most likely they did not
fall into the ritual of sleep, rolling in the deep of the sheets. However
something he was about to say had a little `ring' to it, "Oh, then I'm
guessing you mates aren't up for a shopping trip?"


All set for his part of the trip, Edward had shopped Braddock's yesterday,
Stephen adding complimentary perks from the sporting goods department, mess
kits, tents, whatever campers needed to camp.


At which time Adam and Tommy had been spotted. It's how Adam got roped in,
appointed `chef', which he was rather excited about, instead of thinking of
it as a chore. With the grand title, Adam appointed Tommy as his co-chef!


But outfitting each other, "Shopping?" it did grab Keb's attention, "I love
to shop!"


Well, so did Jaeson, but he was easy, wearing jeans, tee shirt, taking the
mention of the word shop, easy-going.


Though, Keb made a bigger deal of it, "You can stay here and hug your
pillow, but I saw a pair of shoes at Braddock's yesterday, I `must' have!"


Leaving Jaeson all alone, he had intended on more than a trip to the
toilet, "Uh, Edward," he assumes a more sexually suggestive position, "I
don't suppose you would want to..."


Closing the door behind him, Edward, who would have loved to wrap a hand
around Jaeson's half-erection, leaves the 21-year old with, "Have fun
without me!"


Passing from room to room, Edward could have easily gotten involved in any
guy, `chopping wood' down to size, but he wasn't like that. More, he was
into one guy, even if the man were a temporary person of interest in his
life. Aronold wouldn't have been bad, to bed with on a steady basis, but
Edward always dreamt of going with the younger end of the scale. Tossing it
around, again Johnny pops up in his head, which causes Edward to say to
himself, "Nah."


For Edward, his dream man would have to have the same interests as himself,
wanting to frolic in the wilderness without a hurry to get back to
civilization. A follower, Edward loved to be a teacher, but also wanted to
learn. Most younger guys he's met looked for a `daddy' in a man his
age. Taking the image of a guy like `Slim', he was a hot looking guy, but
wasn't into taking care of a guy in the way Slim would conceive it. An
equal in the forest, sometimes Edward would want the same from a guy in the
sack.


In making the rounds, either Edward had alerted everyone, or from the noise
which began to circulate, they came looking to see what all the hoop-de-doo
was about.


"Nice skirt, Edward," Zack says in passing.


He tried to also grab the towel, a tug of war ensuing, Zack losing
out. Didn't matter. Zack knew what Edward was hiding behind the toweled
waist!


Going back to his room, Edward was mocked, Aronold saying, "Well, where
have you been?"


"Showering," he replies, not mentioning waking up the gang.


"I hope you didn't use up all the hot water?"


Aronold, almost fully dressed, Edward says of it, "I see you got yours?"


Sure Edward meant showering, Aronold saying, "Not really, but if you drop
that towel I can start?"


An answer for everything, Edward says, "I'm all squeaky clean down
there. You think I'm going to let your sloppy mouth gum it all up?"


"Gum it up, Edward? You forget, whatever I didn't vacuum up last night,
`uncle' Eric did?"


Maybe he didn't remember all which happened, but Edward was sure of one
thing, 2 on 1 felt good, but not spectacular, downplaying Aronold, "Yeah,
Eric, he is quite the cocksucker!"


Standing, Aronold hadn't tied his laces, but still chanced walking over to
Edward, "Oh really? How about a second chance?"


Busy in a draw, picking out socks, a seam had opened in Edward's towel,
which Aronold uses to disrobe, Edward catching him by the hand, "Uh,
no. Not right now, okay," he hopes he let Aronold down easy.


Both hands turned into `stop signs', Aronold backing off, "No problem. I
get the message."


Taking his shirt and leaving, Edward wondered if he went too far. It
probably wouldn't have hurt, allowing Aronold to wrap his lips around his
semi-hard shaft. However, even at 44-years old, he had hopes of falling
deeply in love.


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In the lobby, they all had assembled. Alek, key on getting the shopping out
of the way, wondered, "Anyone happen to know where Edward is?"


Not only his father's oldest and trusted friend, Edward held the key to how
everyone was going to pay for goods, without having jobs to fall back on.


"He woke me up," Johnny volunteers.


Half dozen of the others said the same.


Then, a distant voice in the lobby, Edward races from the elevator, "I'm
here... I'm here!"


"What took ya?" Jaeson was getting even from the blinding glare Edward let
in, with the morning light!


Edward was ready to explain, saying he had to relieve himself, which he
didn't, saving it up for later, but Alek cut in, "Edward, you got the
cards?"


A part in the scheme of things, Edward was also `Mr. Moneybags', appointed
by Alek's father, "Got them right here," he fishes for them in a bellybag.


"Nice purse," Keb says, leaning over Edward's shoulder.


Perfumed up, Edward mentions, "You're supposed to clean the bowl with that
stuff, not douse yourself in it, Keb!"


Alek jumps on it, stealing the envelope away from Edward, "Can you guys
learn to get along later?"


"I suppose we could," Keb smiles at Edward, slipping a finger in the hem of
his belt.


Slapping Keb's hand, Edward replies, "Don't touch what you can't afford!"


However, right over Keb's shoulder, hung Jaeson, "What do you think you're
doing, Keb?"


"Uh-oh," Keb says innocently, blushes, "me bad!"


Edward smiles, Jaeson getting on Keb's case, thinking how nice it would be
to have a man to do the same thing too!


"Your attention guys," Alek calls for silence. Then, allowing it fall to
his left, "Go ahead, Edward."


"With what?" Edward wonders.


"Instructions from my father. What do you think?"


Called out, Edward gave the limited credit cards to Alek, so figured he was
going to... "The cards... yes," he tries to manufacture some rules, "you've
each got a $2,000 limit. When it's gone, it's gone for good, until Alek
convinces his father he needs more funds."


Slim has other theories, standing on his toes to reach Drew's ear, "I bet
Edward there is just as close to the old man as Alek!"


Drew already agreed before Slim mentioned it, "Which, if you sweeten him up
with a few sucks, rim-job, whatever it takes to make him feel awesome, we
can get some more loot out of him!"


Right now, Slim wasn't thinking about money, but of what lay under the
shirt. Knowing Edward has this thick `thatch', his mouth watered, wanting
to wet it down...right down to where it formed a treasure trail, gliding
over a deep bellyhole, moving to the last leg of the journey...


"Right, Slim?"


Drew could only guess where Slim's mind had wandered, tipping his head to
his left shoulder, "Alek is saying how you're one of the drivers."


It immediately pops out of Slim's mouth, "Sure. I'm game!" Then, turning to
Drew, "I owe ya one."


"And don't think you're not going to pay, Slim!"


Slim was counting on it, another thing to get his balls boiling!


Edward was harsh in his rendering, saying they were headed out into the
wilderness, not Rodeo Drive and to think of dressing appropriately.


Keb had something to say of that, thinking having to trade in the pumps for
hiking boots, "Honey, you've got to be kidding?!"


Each held the card in hand, like they were platinum-gilded, eyes bulging
from their sockets. Edward figured this would be the case, a plan B in his
mind, "Oh, and one other thing," Edward leaves them on the edge for a few
seconds, "there will be a great reward for the guy who ends the shopping
spree with the most credit on his card!


If that be the case, Slim thought, then he was ready to scale down his tee
shirt brand. He could only imagine, lying in bed, Edward coming to him,
stripping off the shirt, all that fuzzy, reddish-brown fur staring him in
the face. Then, quickly as he got his balls boiling, he slapped himself, an
effort to stop fantasizing!


"Well, you going to make them stand here all day, Edward?" Alek asks.


"No," Edward replies, "that's all I wanted to say."


Then Scott boldly questions, "What about the reward?"


Most of them were thinking along the lines of a shiny, new Lexus.


Unprepared with something he just made up, Edward tries to think. Eyes
settling on Aronold, he chooses him as the victim, "A night in bed with
Arne!"


He should have been shot down with darts from Aronold's eyes, but Aronold
rather liked the incentive. Only thing, what incentive would it be for
himself? Any ole time he could give himself a handjob...but one of these
hot boys, lips entertaining him and likewise, a thirst to have any one of
the gang's cock-tip touching tonsils...


However, much to Edward's dismay there was a lull among the crowd.


So much for incentives, Aronold was the most affected, which he states,
"You guys are pathetic!"


Wyatt, whom could be quite the comedian, when opportunity knocked, or
tapped on the door, "So is your dick!"


He laughed, which did not go over big with Aronold.


Tommy leans over to Wyatt, "You better get ready to run!"


Though, Aronold was a peace-loving man, with a philosophy of making amends,
already something concocted in his mind for getting even!


Edward, visions of the spending right up to the 2,000-mark, changes his
logic, saying, "Of course, I was joking!"


However, the guys were not that forgiving, Zack putting him on the spot,
not minding if it were himself and not Aronold, "I wouldn't mind stepping
in for Aronold?"


Missing the hint, Zack's wink, Edward scans the crowd, settling on,
"Johnny!"


His grin suddenly turned downward.


For the first time, everyone saw the raw, naked, pissed-off, negative
atmosphere streaming from Johnny, "What the fuck, Edward?"


Edward was ready to run for his life, Johnny walking towards him.


The guys, so stunned by calm-mannered Johnny, didn't even think to react,
allowing the angered teen to brush by them.


Edward hasn't been this scared since 1997, meeting up face to face with a
mother bear and her cubs at Yellowstone, "Uh, Johnny I was joking!"


An old friend of his father was also a friend of his, so Alek decides to
jump in and get his `older friend' out of hot water, "He didn't mean it
Johnny."


Stepping in between Edward and his aggressor, just in the nick of time, it
brings Johnny right up to Alek's face, Johnny dropping the anger, just by
force of nature, "It sure sounded like he did, Alek."


Alek answers Johnny out loud, so all can hear, "Of course Edward was
pranking you all!" Throwing a more ample piece of meat on the chopping
block, Alek renders, "Instead of Johnny, I hope you don't mind if I
substitute myself?"


Tom didn't exactly know how to take this. He was kind of feeling, with the
close contact, sensitivity towards Alek, like maybe he wanted some long
term shacking up, so amends the rules, "And the second runner up gets me!"


`Of course', Alek thought, Tom walking over to be beside him, thinking how
much they have clicked in such little time, to allow him to be in bed by
himself, "Well, guys, there you have it!"


While the crowd of boys dissipated, Edward walks over to Alek, saying, "I
owe you big time."


"Of course you do, Edward. That's why, Tom and me are going to have a
three-way, when the winner and first runner up rumble in the sheets with us
tonight!"


Even though he claimed to be a conservative, Edward wasn't totally against
it!


They were granted leave on their own, to return by 3pm, to get ready for
the fashion show. However, with the limo, Nick behind the wheel, free
passage, they banded together. Free wheeling it meant they had more to
spend on clothes!


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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee


`ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd', and developing segments of this story, may not be
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