Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 12:42:58 +0000
From: TCHASE MCPHEE <survivalgame@outlook.com>
Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 22

The drill: This story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of
reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, school campuses, crowded beaches, neighborhoods, streets,
cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is
staged.


% If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is
going to screw up your mind, causing wet nightmares over and over, you
should not read this story.


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abiding by their own laws. The pages of this story contain `adult
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own risk.


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^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey,
so I would suggest not reading it in a classroom...you should be paying
attention to the professor anyhoo...just sayin'! :)



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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 22

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


^o^




%


That night Alek reported back to his cottage, alone. What began as a
spur-of-the-moment road trip, baggage and guys, switched in and out at the
last minute; again Alek's thought out plan had reached a stall. He couldn't
believe how they were on the road and now, off the road.


The whole idea of this, in Alek's mental planning, had been to leave behind
the old, shed the old skin, take hold, and blossom into a new
beginning. Reaching a milestone in his life, 18-years old, almost 19, he
was ready to leave past experiences and move on.


Though, thinking about it, Alek smiled, on his mind the very first time he
took on a guy in the park rest room. Quickly, like a manual on oral gay
sex, flashes of dudes and their own particular ways of making a guy hard,
sole intentions of having their privacy invaded, well, just thinking about
it caused a shiver in soul.


Now, with CK's plans on the board, what began as an excited, ragtag group
of newly found friendships, had dissipated, with the promise of `jobs',
ringing in the guys' ears. With college grads, nothing could be more
demeaning than achieving a college degree, only to be working at fast food.


Alek himself had even thoughts about this. However, in all areas and walks
of life, there could be found hot guys and he wasn't opposed to working the
window at DD's, as long as there was a men's room available!


Instead of driving himself down, over failure of not following through with
his plan, or condemning the others, he took it in stride, working first and
achieving a college degree later.


Nevertheless, instead of a drink by the pool, idle chat, Alek had opted
out, in favor of a good night's sleep. Before doing so, he decided on
making a visit to the community shower, washing the late evening sweat off
his bod. He could have taken a quick dive in the pool, but knew what a
chore it could be to strip out of sweaty clothing.


About to do the troublesome task of shedding his sweaty shirt, a knock
comes to the shower door. Smiling, he makes an about face turn, Iqbal on
his mind, which prompts the issue of finally coming around.


Opening it, he's thrown back, "Tom?"


"Hi, mind if I come in?"


Okay, so it wasn't Iqbal. Thoughts streamed in. Tom, whom had already gone
the merry-go-round circuit, out of the picture, only to reappear, "Uh,
sure. Why not?"


By the attitude, whether Alek really meant the sarcasm, Tom says, "I know I
owe you an apology?"


Thinking the same thing, Tom having a helluva nerve, taking up with some of
guy, when he was ready to kindle a friendship beyond being friends, "I
might be able to find forgiveness in my heart, if you help me peel this
shirt off?"


"That's it?" Tom was surprised, having thought up all these words, excuses,
in an attempt to reconcile.


"Well, if you must know," Alek decided right off he couldn't be angry with
Tom, cracking a tiny grin, "these shorts are stickin' to my thighs, too?"


It looked to be the case, though other things were on Tom's mind, like
apologizing for running off on Alek, instead, tugging Alek's shirt off his
back, almost like a retracting rubber band.


Wanting to get beyond this, from others' experience, Alek plays hard to
get, though not getting hard would such a problem, "A dude would pay for a
sweaty shirt like that!"


"Now that you mention it?" Tom left Alek hanging.


While Alek gave the go ahead to tell his tale of a sweaty shirt, he decided
to catch up, shucking his own shorts.


Finishing up, Tom says, "I don't condone his actions. I mean, taking a
dude's sweaty shirt, smelling it, tasting the pit of the shirt, if that's
what he's into...that's what he's into!"


It wasn't easy to digest, especially after hearing Nick tell him about what
he and Oscar did to CK this afternoon, "Nah, I'm okay with
it...really...oh, but one other act of penitence you can do for me?"


"Um, I kind of ate a lot of dinner," Tom places a hand on his stiff abs,
"so if it's sucking your sweaty pits, I'm not..."


"Geesh!" Alek says, like something gross, "What do you think I am, some
kind of monster?"


They both began the task of washing each other's backs, in good spirits,
Alek telling Tom, "Dude, you're way over dressed," helps to peel off
layers.


%


Iqbal had been making the rounds, getting acquainted with the guys, part of
Alek's gang and other who work at the Plaza.


After getting the cold shoulder by Keb, a cold, `Didn't I hear Alek calling
your name?', he knew Keb didn't have an interest.


On the other side of the coin, Keb had his opinions about Iqbal, not a
slight bit of interest in the 20-year old. This was the reason why he
stepped out of character, not the sweet guy he could be.


"See you around then," Iqbal lifts his ass out of the chair.


Keb moved around, with the sudden emptiness next to him. Lying back in his
chair, he opened his eyes to the sudden splash in the pool, feeling drops,
remnants of the splash tickling his ribs. Using both hands, he wiped his
smooth chest and stomach down.


"Having fun with yourself?"


There were many guys in the pool, taking a late night swim. Really dark,
away from the city lights, even a few poles, light bulbs hanging from,
wasn't enough to see a face from a few feet away.


"Who goes there?" he put a hand up to his forehead, using it as a visor,
like shading eyes from full sun.


"It's only me, Jack," he boosts himself up, part in, half out, arms lying
on the dry side of the pool, chin comfortable on his hands.


No ties to anyone yet, Keb still making friends, "Well, come up out of
there, `Jack'!"


Right to the point, like Jack could be with his cousin, when working on a
plot for their blog, he hoists himself out, "I saw you're friends with
Johnny and maybe we could be too!"


"Maybe," Keb mutters, not sure about Jack's pushy att.


"Of course," Jack is candid indeed, "we don't have to get to the kissin'
right away. We can be friends, first?"


"Are you for real," Keb was wondering, Jack like Johnny, honestly innocent?


"Some," Jack was being honest and sincere, "but I have to admit, while you
were paying attention to Johnny, I was paying more attention to you!"


Right now, Jack standing there, following the rest of the swimmers,
swimming bottomless, Keb took notice, "Now, there's something worth paying
attention to!"


Looking down upon himself, right to the heart of Keb's attention-getter,
Jack is forward, "Oh yeah, I'm not like other guys. Water doesn't really
have an affect on me."


Sincere or trying to make a play, Keb had trouble with that last drink he
had, being a thirst-quencher, "Want to sit with me awhile?"


"Sure. Why not?" Jack was all for it.


Right now, lost for words, Keb settles for, "So, you like to swim?"


"No, dah!"


If it were Iqbal, Keb might have resorted to slapping him right out of the
chair, like he wouldn't have known what hit him, but Jack wasn't the
type. As Johnny, Jack was kind of the same vein, "Oh, okay."


"Hey, guess what?"


"What?" Keb is glad Jack picked up on the silence.


"We're both almost smooth."


Coming from the blogger, Keb was okay with it, but to keep the conversation
rolling, "Oh? Where exactly does the `almost' come in?"


"Here," Jack rubs his index finger up and down the thin, wet trail from
navel to where sparse pubes begin.


Leaning forward a little, it helped he was sitting in a two-seater, Keb
says, "Oh yes, I do see something." He had to smile, feeling all giddy
inside. If Jack was comparing them, Keb knew he had been checked out and
that was cool!


"It might be something for Pete's blog someday."


"What might be?" Keb was stumped at what Jack was aluding to.


"Treasure trails. All kinds or none?"


Feeling more thirsty about more than bellyhole trails, Keb says, "Or, where
they lead?"


"Are you trying to flirt with me, Keb?"


"Oh, no, no, no! What would give you that idea?"


"I dunno. Maybe it's because my balls are churning, like you want to do
something."


To Keb, it didn't sound like a question, so didn't know if Jack were asking
him or telling it like it is. He play it cool, artistically, "no, all I'm
saying is all of it, the treasure trail, where it leads, it's a beautiful
thing!"


"Oh," Jack didn't really get it. "So, you want to do something?"


Long as Jack was offering, who was Keb to question, "Only if you want
to. You want to?"


Both grabbed the sides of the chair and hoisted their butts out.


"You're cottage or mine?" Keb asks.


"I'm sharing with Pete and he's got Maynard in there with him."


"Oh," Keb thought. Then realizing he was in the same boat, shacked up with
Jaeson, "I doubt anyone is taking a shower at this time of night?"


"Let's go!"


Running at kickass speed, Keb made a quick comparison, Johnny vs. Jack,
both with ample stuff between there legs, which a dude would have stay
clear when jogging, lest they get injured by the blunt force.


Then again, Keb's thinking, a little behind his pulsing loins, "Hey, how
about the shed?"


Why not? It was right there and the shower was still 50 feet ahead, "Feels
good...I mean, sounds good to me," Jack says.


In the shed, Keb was the only one who had to bare his loins and just as he
gets the suit down to his ankles, the shed door bursts open.


Without even a recognition of who is inside the dark shack, Iqbal dictates,
"Scram. I'm expecting someone in 1 minute!"


Short time everyone has known Iqbal, there have been stories, gossip about
how, if he didn't get his way, he gave a guy something to worry about, like
whether the kick to his balls would put him out of commission, for life!


"Now what do we do?" Keb asks.


"First," Jack looks down, admires Keb's moderately nice anatomy, "much as I
like the looks of it," he nods, "I'd feel bad having you trip over your
suit?"


More excuse, rather than worried his bound ankles could pose a threat,
"That Iqbal, he sure as hell's got a nerve on him."


Jack settles for, "Don't worry...what goes around, comes around!"


When they reach the shower, from a few feet away, they have a rear end
collision, Keb throwing on his brakes, "What tha hell?"


Seeing only a pair of hands over the wooden shower stall, the whole wooden
frame is rocking, like a violent earthquake.


Jack says, "I think some guys have beat us to it!"


A couple of questions came to Keb's mind, first being who it was that was
rockin' the boat. Other thing, did Jack think they were gonna be doing the
same thing?


"Uh, you didn't think we were going to?"


"I dunno," Jack shrugs his shoulders. "Were we?"


One was kidding the other, both knowing exactly why they were heading to a
spot where they thought they would be alone, take out the chess set...


Well, they would need to hurry up those thoughts, because the voices were
at the top of the mountain, readying to avalanche down.


"Is that Tom's voice?" Keb questions.


"Uh, I think they're almost done," Jack sums up.


Upon hearing, `Oh man, that was so damn hot,' Keb says in a whisper, "I
think that's Alek."


Without secrecy, Jack shouts, "Hey, Alek, how's it going in there?"


In a loud whisper, Keb says, "Will you shut up about that?" he cuffs a hand
over Jack's mouth.


Pulling it away, Jack says, "I wanted to find out how long they were gonna
me, that's all!"


"I don't think he heard you," Keb removed the blame, hearing the shower
running, Alek not returning the cordial hello.


"Now what do we do?" Jack slaps both his sides.


"I don't think this is the only shower?"


"I think," If Jack remembers his snooping around, "there's one in the
camper?"


Snapping his finger and thumb, Keb says, "The camper. Jack, you're a
genius!"


Genius? Possibility Jack claiming why would they need to do it in the
shower, when there was a whole camper to rock off it's wheels!


All Keb could think about is starting with that trail, then heading to all
points `south'!


When they got to the camper, Keb swinging open the side door, both climbing
inside, Keb announces, "We're not alone."


"Aliens?" Jack guesses.


"Illegal or from another planet, I doubt that," Keb switches on the light.


Jack exclaims, "Hey, what the hell is up with that?"


He was made to turn the light off, being bombarded with sneakers, empty
beer cans and shirts rolled up into cannonballs!


"Okay, okay, but I know what naked guys look like!"


"Of course you do," Jack flirts with Keb, "you just saw me!"


"Mm-mm, and you know I can't wait to get my lips on it, baby!"


When Jack heard Keb call Johnny `baby', it was so affectionate, of a
friendly nature. However, it seemed the meaning had changed, coupled with
picking up on Keb's animalistic nature.


Who was he to disagree, "Come and get me, hot lips!"


Rather than that, Keb took Jack by the hand headed for that shower. As he
suspected, there were couples, or three-together, lying all over the place.


"Back to our original plan, huh Keb?"


Keb didn't care about that now, being in the moment.


They got in the tub, without running water, Keb saying, "Get ready for the
most fucking fantastic!"


"Fucking fantastic what?"


Keb was big on actions explaining stuff faster than a person could think up
some catchy phrase, sinking to his knees, hands running down Jack's back,
around the two mounds, then right under, connects in the front.


"Oh my god!"


Well into doing what pleased him, Keb didn't stop to ask why Jack was
making all kinds of groaning noises, fit for a hog in heat.


They briefly got interrupted by Drew opening the door, "Oops, sorry guys!"


He lingered, waiting for an invite, but when it didn't come, Drew throws in
one last ditch effort, "I guess I should go."


He left.


Keb did turn to the side, but didn't let go of Jack's shaft, just tried to
get a better angle, while his tongue bathed around and around the
barrel. When a dude were `long', that was a tough thing to do. However, it
was also the way Keb got his jollied, thoroughly massaging a man's tube.


Not working, he tried pulling off a little. Now, that didn't work, Jack
slamming hips forward, which returned to the impaling action.


Not degrading himself, pulling off, Keb not wanting to embarrass himself,
after the big buildup, of how great a cock-masseur he could be, "Drew has a
lot of nerve!"


"Who the fuck cares!" Jack retorts.


Maybe he wasn't highly proficient at serving cock up to a hungry mouth, but
when in the process, Jack didn't care. Well he would care, if a guy started
to turn blue!


Attempt at another reprise on the airline cut off, Keb asks, "This isn't
your first blow job, is it?"


Keb was panting, so Jack cut him slack, "Other than Pete, no."


It's how this blog came about, Pete and Jack sharing much togetherness in
their attempts to please each other sexually. One of the things, "Pete and
me, we sucked each others cock at the same time, if that helps?"


Ready to get back in the mood, Keb unintentionally makes like it's Jack's
fault, "Can we get back to it?"


When they entered the small room, they could tell the boundaries, "Got
another idea."


A man could take only what a man can take, especially when that man is
rock-solid hard, "Let's go," he grabs Jack's hand.


"I hope we're not going far!"


Keb could relate. When they got there, Jack was semi-rigid. After the start
of a luscious blowjob, Keb could not deny Jack probably one of the biggest
fruits he's sucked on, "You think I'm going to let that banana erupt
without me on it, you're crazy!"


When they entered the trailer, others had the same idea they did. Coming
out of the small shower stall, all that was left was a heavy stench, void
of those who caused it, Keb saying, "Alone at last!"


"It smells in here!"


"What do you think you smell like, baby?"


Keb lay on the floor. Still attached to Jack's wrist, he pulls him down,
right on top of him.


"Damn, Keb, you know how close I came to kneeling on your nuggets?"


"Nuggets? Really, Jack?"


"Okay, you're..." he searched the entire library of sports equipment in 10
seconds, being lenient, "basketballs?"


"I'll take that!" With it, he took Jack, flipping him over on the floor.


"Hey," Jack says, feeling his crotch ground into the rug, "I thought you
wanted my cock up yours?!"


"There's a place and time for everything," Keb says, tongue diving into
Jack's ass!


Moonlight seeping into the side windows, the mini-blinds destroyed, it
could seen, Keb having a hot meal...


"Shit, will ya look at Keb go, Jack!"


He knew the voice right off, fellow blogger and family member, "I would
Pete, if I had eyes in the back of my head, dah!"


Pulling his tongue out, Keb adjusted it to the air, "Uh, can you go find
your own private place?" he looks up Maynard's legs, to where there should
have been briefs or some other type of cover up.


"Is this your camper?" Maynard asks Keb.


He didn't need this now, "Do whatever the fuck you want!"


Maynard, looking at Pete in the dim light, doesn't know if Pete has seen
him wiggle his eyebrows, nonetheless, "I like the sound of that!"


Already onto Pete and Jack's blog, Maynard has an idea, holding up a single
finger, telling Pete to wait 1-minute.


"What the hell, Mayn?" he responds, watching closely.


Standing, straddling Jack's bod, feet side by side of his rib cage and
facing Keb, he yells, "Hey! You!"


Whining, Keb lifts his head, "What now?"


Maynard laughs, saying, "Wanna real-meal-deal?"


Tired of being interrupted in the joys of manhood, Keb lifts a hand and
slaps what's sticking in his face!


"Akgh-gh-gh-gh-oh-shit!" Maynard jumps around, holding himself between the
legs.


Looking down to see if there's any damage, Pete notes, "You brought it on
yourself, you know?"


Sensitive to Pete's speaking, Jack says, in the gaps of feeling mighty
fine, "He's right, Mayn...mm-mm that feels awesome, Keb!"


Standing there, still feeling the tip of his cock, Maynard says, "At least
someone is getting some sympathy!"


It got the two off their case and leaving Jack and Keb to their privacy.


"C'mon, baby, turn over now."


It wasn't anything abrupt, no slap to the ass, nor hurrying, Jack turning
on a side, then over onto his back, "Okay. What're you going to do now?"


"That's for me to know and you to find out!"


Jack found out...found out some things he didn't know, like how a guy could
get fucked, the `fucker' lying on the floor, Keb boosting himself up, over
his stiff, wet stick, then `sitting', closing him up with his ass, "Wow,
never did this before!"


They alternated, sleeping and getting sexed up all night long, in the
stinky caravan.


%


Rule of the Plaza di Campanelli, when you heard the `food bell', you were
to come running. However on this particular morning, Ernesto was sensitive
to the fact many stay up last night way past `lights out', even if it
seemed the landscape outside the pool area resembled a power outage.


First on the scene was Chico, with a plane to catch, Eric sitting next to
him. Soon, others waddled in, seeming like they were still woozy from empty
beer tins.


Soon, Edward was there, with the one he slept with last night, Garrett
Bateau, his twin, Glenn and what looked like an inseparable couple now,
with Johnny.


Alek comes in with Tom, Tom slapping Jack on the back, "How's it going
there, Jack?"


He probably was red in the face, no mirror to tell, but a heated flush
about the cheeks, "Sorry," again apologetic from intruding on their private
moments in the shower.


Alek, sitting next to Keb, says, "Pick up any pointers, spying on us last
night?"


"We weren't spying!"


As if they were in cahoots, Tom says, "Too bad. You missed some hot porn!"


"Hey, might be a good idea for the blog," the wheels in Pete's head started
turning.


"Count me out," Jack says.


"What do you mean, Jack. It's not `my' blog, it's `ours!'"


"But you always come up with all the good ideas, Pete."


"But not all of them," Pete lied.


Keb comes up with a plan, "Why don't you stick with it, Jacky and then..."


"Jacky?" Pete picks up on it. "What's this Jacky business, Jack?"


Explaining himself, "Other than it's a little complicated, me and Keb had a
good time last night," he smiles.


Whether it was a get even tactic, in a good way, or self-satisfying
feeling, Maynard says, "Well, you're not the only ones!"


"Here! Here!" Eric raises his orange juice in a toast.


"Why do you like, have so many clothes on, Eric?" Alek asks.


It's true, Eric even checking himself out, "Uh..." he looked at Chico,
smiles, "a lot can happen in one night."


Sad for themselves, because Eric could be a blast, but happy for him too,
this was the last meal they would be eating with him, until they saw on
`the other side' of the Mississippi.


He didn't mean for it to sound `sour', Johnny guesses the truth, "You're
going back east with him?"


"I'm not really that bad a guy," Chico tells them, looking around the table
as if wanting their blessings.


"He's not," Eric seconds it, "trust me." Last night, Eric got a taste of
one of the good parts!


That was that, short goodbyes, Ernesto entering, telling them to hurry up
or they'll miss their plane.


"That was quick!"


To Drew's observation, Edward says, "Just shows you, you should get to know
everyone while you can, in case you wake up tomorrow morning and they're
off, with a new plan."


Looking around the gathering, Tom questions, "Anyone else going on a trip
tomorrow?"


"No," Adam says, "but I'd sure like to know why we're hanging around here
for another day?"


Some of the others had the same idea, Alek saying, "All that is needed is a
simple explanation. Go ahead, Edward."


Along with the task, which surprised Edward, thinking Alek was going to
handle it, he at first stutters, but then gets on track, "As I look at it,
you have two choices. Hang around, enjoy the pool or take a nice road
trip. The pleasures of a road trip will cost you, those of you whom are
taking Alek up on his `buy now-pay later' plan. However, if you stick
around these parts, you will be investing in a future. Your future."


"Um," Slim leans over to Aronold's ear, "I don't get it."


Or rather, Slim didn't get all of the mumble-jumble of words, Aronold
un-complicating things for Slim, "Instead of driving a limo, you'll be
driving a tractor!"


Now, there was a new scenario for Slim, once the idea of a slick, black
orca slipped out of his mind, replaced by not the idea of a farming
vehicle, but the idea of seeing all those gleaming bods in the field,
hacking away at hay, riding around, feasting his eyes to his heart's
content on guys in speedos, slinging machetes!


"Instead of sponging off of Alek, you will be pulling your own weight,
earning a wage and when we've finished what we set out to do, you will be
able to look back and see how the fruits of your labor have panned out."


"What's the second thing?" Johnny asks.


Short, simply put, "Second choice?" Edward smiles like a demon, "There's a
road out front. Follow it. East or west, your choice!"


They all look around, seeing if there were any takers.


If there were any doubts, Aronold put them to rest, "Up and leave this
place? I feel like I'm living in the lap of luxury," he puts hands behind
his head, Aronold feeling snug.


"Well, except for lunch, between sunup and sundown there will be no `living
in the lap of luxury'!" Edward informs them.


Already accepting of things, Johnny asks, "What will `I' be doing?"


More than half the guys were muscular, rugged looking. There were at least
two who fit Johnny's description. Adam's `Tommy' seemed to be the only cub
of the clan. Including Johnny, Edward wasn't certain about Pete's hauling
abilities, "Well, we need some men to work back here at the house, to do
the cooking and other chores."


Not sure where they were thinking of placing him, Adam speaks up, "I've had
tons of experience cooking up dinner for 40?"


"You don't say, Adam?" They all knew Aronold was cookin' up a joke, "I
thought you were," he was nice as nice could be, "a fluffer?"


Not amused, Adam says, "They call it `cock-slave' and no, I had other
chores too!"


Tommy speaks up for his boyfriend, turning it all back on Aronold, "I hear
you've had a lot of experience at cock-slaving, Arne...or is it called
`fluffing?'"


"Never mind," Aronold gave up, beaten at his own game.


Proud, Sam could very well have many meanings, saying, "I've been working
here for years. Heck, I can do most anything!"


"Careful what you wish for, Sam," Aronold winks, smiles.



"I wish," Johnny speaks up, "we could start doing something. I feel like I
got ants in my pants."


"Need some help picking them out, Johnny," Aronold replies, "Got my
tweezers right here," he holds up both hands!


"No, Arne, I don't have ants my pants. It's a saying," Johnny is dead
serious.


Then they were all down Aronold's throat, "Yeah, what do you think,
Arne...that Johnny's lying?"


Aronold was the first to get his assignment and `move'.


Handed a piece of paper, it had CK's logo on it, which made Nick ask, "Just
where is the son-of-a-gun?"


Scooter replies, "CK's sleeping in. He had a terrible upset stomach last
night."


"Oh?" Nick says. "Maybe I should get my doctor's tool kit and go check up
on him!"


Knowing what would be in that bag, most likely a pair of handcuffs,
nip-clamps, tube of lube, Oscar says, "I bet it's because he let himself
get dehydrated yesterday!"


A look to Nick sent a sort of incriminating message, his idea of leaving CK
tied up, wandering away and forgetting about him.


"Must be," Nick replies, then remain tightlipped.


Edward butts in, "Okay, so all you have to do is sign the paper, agreeing
to do the job, accepting the pay and the insurance clause."


There was no insurance clause, but Edward was sure one of the guys would
ask.


"What's the insurance clause?" Scott asks.


"I thought you'd never ask!" Edward replies, "Just something to make sure
no one pees in the pool!"


Designed as a joke, it didn't go over, not even one of the twins laughing
to make it seem like Edward was funny.


No one said anything, but leave it to Johnny, "That's gross, Edward. Who
would pee in the pool and risk infecting us all?"


Glenn bit a lip. Yesterday he couldn't or didn't want to leave the pool,
more interested in talking with Johnny, so risked infecting everyone!


When everyone handed in signed papers, some, like cousins, Pete and Jack
having a powwow over every detail, Glenn gets Johnny alone.


"Uh, I have a confession to make, Johnny and I hope you're not going to be
too mad at me?" he winces.


"What is it?" Johnny sat at the table, hands folded, like wanting a
blessing to rain down on him.


"I risked infecting everyone yesterday. I peed in the pool. You're not real
mad at me, are you?"


"Not really, but don't do it again!" he got up.


Johnny had wished he and Glenn were on the same work crew, being he would
be employed to do chores around the house, a big part of his day.


If anyone had witnessed it, it would be the first time they caught Johnny
cracking a joke, when he says to Glenn, "I'm in charge of the pool. I'm
going to be watching you!"


"Cool!" was Glenn's immediate reaction, turning sour, "I mean, not cool,"
hands go flat out, like calling it `safe', "I mean, I'm gonna do what you
said and not do that again. I swear!"


"What got into Johnny?" Drew asks Keb.


"Love, what else?"


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CK didn't know exactly what he was getting himself into, but as he planned
ahead for his future, buying a modest mansion out in the Hamptons and
turning it into a mega-castle for modeling shoots, parties for friends and
celebrities, it grew into the talk of the town when dignitaries blanketed
the area for some event. Mostly a male population, it's what gave him the
idea, of expanding on the Plaza di Campanelli, developing it into something
more lucrative, building his own retirement villa, yet a pawn in charitable
thought and giving.


"Sorry I'm late," CK yawns, having to again apologize for his rudeness.


Set around the pool, almost olympic size, a microphone was provided by
Ernesto, important because Edward wanted to make sure everyone heard every
detail there was to hear. He didn't want himself placed in a position of
someone disputing facts, vocally given, in lieu of reading it.


Always dressing appropriate for a board meeting, CK left the jacket off,
but dressed in a white shirt, tie, dress slacks, but nixed the dress shoes,
in favor of sandals.


Beginning his speech, a guy leaned ear to ear, spreading it through the
crowd, "Check out CK's fly!"


Yes, in his haste to shower, shave, apply all the appropriate oils and
sprays, nails neatly groomed, hair gelled and set in a pattern he would
normally have someone do, CK almost ran out of time. Reason he forwent the
socks and shoes, sliding feet into sandals and forgetting the jacket until
it was too late to go back. In the hurried pattern, he forgot to also to
zip up the fly!


When he came to the part where CK says something about `not leaving
yourself up for criticism,' Aronold leads the guys, "Gotcha on that one,
CK!"


It's then CK turns to his assistant, "Did I miss something?"


"Other than your junk might fall out?" Scooter replies.


"Dammit-all!" CK lashes out, turns around, audibly and visibly zips it up,
making himself `whole.'


Right hand man, Scooter couldn't keep a straight face either, but kept it
to a wide smile, rather than follow the others, laughing their asses off.


>From then on, Nick would forever badger CK, making sure he was all zipped
up before making himself public!


Next order of business on CK's slate, "Now that you've had your `fun' at my
expense," he was cool about it, "I'll now introduce you to the men whom you
will be making friends with this summer, Theodore?"


Scooter's real name, `Theodore', he hated bullies in school making fun of
him, tweaking their voice up like Alvin and The Chipmunks, reaping their
embarrassing havoc on him. Even now, in the company of which Scooter
believed he was surrounded by no one which hated him, he could blush. Since
he had everyone's ears, he made it plain, "First order of business," he was
very businesslike when it came to important matters, "the name is `Scooter'
and if I catch anyone calling me by the hideous name of `Theodore',
there'll be hell to pay!"


"Hmm," Aronold turns to slim, "I wonder what kind of hell he puts a guy
through?"


Nick had his own take on the subject, leans to CK's ear, "I dare you to
call him `Theordore' again?"


Not disagreeable, CK whispers back, "Mm-m, 2 on 1 punishment...I'm all for
it!"


"I'm sure I can work something out with Scooter!"


It made the guys sit up, from their relaxed lounging, when Scooter
introduces some exec's from the CK empire, "Working with you in this
architectural endeavor," Scooter could lay on the corporate syrup thick,
"is your foreman, Ethan Cavanau. Say a few words, Ethan."


He did, Ethan waving a hand, saying, "Hey."


CK was faked out, thinking Ethan would go over some itinerary, "That's it?"


Cracking a small smile, Ethan says, "I'll wait until later to give them the
boring speech!"


Drew turns his lips to Alek's ear, "I think I'm gonna like this guy."


"Oh, I'm going to `more' than like him. Much more!"


Right now, Alek was on and off again with guys, thinking there was
something more than getting in the sack for some suck'n'fuck action, only
to prove there wasn't anything more there. Right now, Tom was cool to be
with, but Alek didn't see this relationship going anywhere. Eyes set upon
Ethan, at the very least, he looked very dreamy!


"Next on the agenda, you all know my limo driver and mechanic, Iqbal Roody,
whom I know has already gotten acquainted with some of you already."


Iqbal just stood there, adding a smile, which when CK went on to the next
guy, Iqbal stepped out of line and melded back into the crowd.


Looking up into the sky, seeing the sun rising overhead, everyone feeling
the heat rays grow, "And to make the rest of this short, Raymon Velasquez
is my personal nurse and will be consultant on the menu you eat
everyday..."


Aronold mutters, "Mm-m, I know what I'm going to be feasting on!"


It didn't matter who he stood next to, the same message dancing in the
guy's head.


"Next is DJ, my personal chef."


Tommy snarls, "Gr-r-r, does CK mean by personal, he's not sharing?"


Partnered up know, pretty tight, Adam says, "Nice otter?!"


Regardless of the type of bod, Tommy agrees, "We should definitely get to
know DJ, huh?"


"I've already got him on our dance card, Tommy!" Adam giggles, slapping
Tommy on the back.


Derek James, or DJ, as he has become, back at the mansion in East Hampton,
was looking for a change of pace, something out west where the air was
clean. When the list was posted on the bulletin board, out by the pool, the
27-year old jumped at the opportunity. After spending 5 years at the
mansion, DJ was ready for a new life. He even gave up shaving a month ago,
grooming himself for the change!


"Jakob is my photographer, but he doesn't take nude shots, so don't ask!"


"Yet!" Pete says to Maynard, with ulterior motives, a dude with a
profession, in sync with what a blog was about, besides words.


Already, Maynard is getting to know Pete like the best book he's ever read,
"Don't tell me," he guesses, "you're new blog photographer?"


Slapping an arm over Maynard's shoulder, Pete awards him with, "Mayn,
you're a genius!"


"No," he replies, "just a mind-reader!"


"Darryl will be in charge of safety and fire prevention. He has had quite a
lot of experience being a fire man..."


Slim says, "Mm-m, I'd sure like to taste his hose!"


Jaeson got grossed out, which he should have blamed himself, "Water comes
from hoses, Slim?"


"It wouldn't be the first time!"


"No," Jaeson's face turned into something fiercely ugly, "don't tell me
you've drunk piss?"


Slim left his answer uncomplicated, "There's not much I haven't done...it's
all good!"


"Ugh," Jaeson replies, "I think I'm gonna be sick!"


Slim was turned down, offering CPR.


"The others you will meet as they come on board, however," CK walks over,
behind this incredibly hot looking dude, puts his hands on his shoulders,
"And this is Jimi Landsman," doesn't lie, "whom you can guess was once one
of my most promising models, turned professional secretary..."


As he went on to add some of Jimi's history, there was much whispering
among the ranks, regarding how Jimi made it to his position, guessing how
the interview went, to those who skipped all the hiring details, dwelling
on the 25-year old's physique. Of course, there was much to be desired,
starting with Jimi `needing' to get out of that shirt and tie, at least!


Out of all of them, Johnny put Jimi off his list of guys whom he could ever
achieve, at least friendship, saying to Glenn, "He's like so dreamy, but
I'd never have a chance at him, with all these guys standing in line."


"Huh?"


Saying something, which Johnny deemed only effective once, he instead says,
"You're not paying attention, Glenn?"


"Oh yeah, I was," he claims, not wanting to admit to Johnny he had an eye
on a guys he's gotten to know in more ways than one, Sam Mantooth. "Yeah,
Jimi's dreamy all right. You should go meet him."


The formal part of CK's meeting over and done with, the guys mingled with
the new comers, Johnny saying, "Oh, he's not interested in meeting me."


They had become good friends, but one day of knowing each other, not which
Johnny was not a nice guy, but Glenn had his eye on one of the older
men. At the Plaza di Campanelli, if you didn't make friends with someone,
you would need to go into town, hang out at the `saloon' and make
friends. Nothing wrong with that, except Glenn was more the outdoorsman,
which he acquired through taking long walks in the woods with Sam. Having a
rough falling out with a partner, Glenn found comfort in being with Sam,
but also how he share his knowledge of the outdoors.


He hadn't spoken with Sam since meeting up with Johnny, so figured he owed
an explanation, "Hey, Sam?"


"Oh hi," Sam said, finishing up saying howdy to all the newcomers. "What's
up with you for the rest of the day, Johnny?" he guesses.


"Nothing much."


Sam scratches his head of hair, thinking Johnny's thoughts were on Jimi,
intently looking at him, but then tearing his eyes away.


However, Johnny was not talking with Jimi. Instead, he had picked up a
strainer and was fishing bugs out of the pool.


"Gee, I wonder what happened?"


"With?" Sam feels left in the dark.


"Johnny. He was on his way over to meet Jimi," Glenn's head hung over his
own shoulder, to analyze things.


Even though Sam has seen Glenn shirtless, he loved how, in a shirt, the
curves of the fabric followed the anatomy, "Well, that certainly is not the
case now? Besides, what chance does he have up against all the other
hecklers!"


Truthfully, those who had it in mind to greet whomever, had already struck
up a conversation with that certain man.


Adam and Tommy had worked their way through the crowd, sights set on
DJ. Waiting their turn, they finally came face to face with him.


Already a plan, in case DJ were not gay, Tommy had come up with a quick way
of finding out, that is if DJ took the bait!


"Hi, I'm Tommy and this is my boyfriend, Adam."


They didn't need to wait more than a second to find out anything, DJ not
only shaking hands, as he did with the others, but leaned in for a
`bro-hug', "I was hoping it was the case!"


"What?" Adam's eyes were all aglow, taking DJ's hand and hug, after Tommy.


Without a long, complicated explanation, DJ dove right in, "Hey, you think
you guys can show me around? You know, give me the tour?"


That didn't take long, but as Glenn was observing, if Johnny waited too
long, some other guy would be scooping Jimi up, especially after Sam, who
got nosy with the itinerary on the new staff, finding out CK's first
priority on the agenda of hiring, "C'mon. If Johnny's not gonna meet Jimi,
we'll `make' Jimi meet Johnny!"


Sam liked the idea, especially since he didn't get to meet Jimi yet.


Apparently, whatever was said between the greeter and Jimi, it seemed the
faucet had been turned off. Standing there, typing something into his
laptop, Jimi, aware of Sam and Glenn standing there, says, "Gimme 2
seconds."


Two seconds i'twas, Jimi slamming his laptop shut, a hand popping up from
the cover, "Hi. I'm Jimi Landsman, Mr. Karlyle's personal secretary."


Even though they all knew it, that's how Jimi introduced himself.


"Well," Sam says cordially, "it's very nice meeting you."


While Sam chatted up Jimi, Glenn made sure Johnny was still catching bugs.


He was caught off guard, Jimi says to Glenn, "What's his name?"


"Who?" Glenn answer rather nervously.


"The guy with the net?"


"Oh, That's Johnny. That's his job, keeping the pool clean."


"Looks as though he's really into his work?"


And Sam didn't mind Glenn and Jimi chatting, while he kept tabs on those
pokey nips!


Knowing a little of Johnny, his habits and what he's picked up, Glenn says,
"Right. Johnny is a very meticulous individual. When he's given a job to
do, he puts an all out effort into it."


Placing a finger in between the collar of his shirt and skin, Jimi says,
"Water sure looks refreshing? Tell me, do I need Johnny's permission to
take a dip?"


Leaf remover, yes, but caretaker of the pool, deciding on opening and
closing times, Johnny wasn't in charge, but Glenn made it seem so, "Sure
do. In fact, before you wind up with the whole bunch in the pool, I'd run
over there and ask!"


"Well," Jimi slips his laptop into a case, sealing it up with the zipper,
"he who hesitates, loses out!"


Walking away from Jimi, whom was moving in the opposite direction, Sam says
to Glenn, "Well, that certainly didn't take a heap of convincing!"


"Convincing, Sam? My own opinion is, before we ever got to Jimi, he had
already cased Johnny out!"


"Hi, Johnny?"


Since he was awarded the job of keeping the pool water glistening, with the
ability of anyone to peer down into the wavy waters and see bottom, Johnny
took his job seriously. Serious meant being there to screen out any
impurities, whether it were one leaf or a swarm of bugs. To do so, he kept
a knapsack with his swimsuit, towel and sunscreen right at poolside.


"Hi," Johnny says, adding a cool, "what's up?"


Jimi smiles, thinking of a few seconds ago, guys all around him, some
trying to find out the delicate secret, if he was straight or not,
partnered or single. With Johnny, it was different, Jimi thinking either he
was playing hard to get, or the possibility there was no interest, "I saw
that you were very busy and I just wanted to come over and introduce
myself. I'm Jimi."


He didn't stop, didn't look up, Johnny scooping with the net, "Oh hi,
Jimi. Yeah, I need to get the pool clean. It's my job here. I hope you
don't mind?"


Damn, how Jimi wished Johnny would look up, make eye contact, "No, not at
all. What I was wondering, is, because I've been in this suit all morning
and sweating like a hog, when you're finished, if I could take a dip?"


That made Johnny look up, and in a criticizing manner, say, "Wow, you sure
are sweaty!"


"Yeah," Jimi smiled, which on the approach it's one of the things he was
telling himself not to do, "I am, aren't I?" he pulls at the sides of his
white dress shirt, at the sides of his pecs.


"Well, you can't come in the pool with clothing on. You need to go change
into a swim suit. That's the rules."


"Okay. Then I'll go change into a speedo and come back. You'll still be
here, won't you?"


>From inside, at the light brunch, finger foods, Sam was watching out the
back window, making sure things were progressing in a friendly manner. He
pulls on Glenn's arm, "Something's gone wrong."


"Dammit, Sam, my plate of melon almost got dumped on the floor!"


"Forget your melons. Johnny's more important here. Look, Jimi's walking
away."


Glenn knew Sam was throwing a jab in there, pluralizing the melon, "So,
Jimi's walking away. I guess they didn't hit it off."


Forcing the plate out of Glenn's hand, the bottle of water, "You've gotta
go out there and make things right."


"What do you mean go out there and make things right? Like, what do you
want me to say?"


"Catch up with Jimi. Turn him around. Make him go back to Johnny."


Flustered, Glenn says, "Turn Jimi around? Make him go back? Like, how am I
going to make that miracle happen?"


"Just get out there!"


Not too bent out of shape, Glenn could never get mad at Sam, his best
friend and sometimes oral sex buddy. They had never ventured into making it
more than a friendly coaxing session, Glenn pouring out his troubles on an
offered shoulder. He had many of those nights, using Sam's hairy chest as a
crying table, after breaking up with a man Glenn thought was a lifetime
bond.


Fortunately, Jimi had made his escape, but Johnny was still doing his job,
"Where'd Jimi go?" he play stoopid.


"He asked me if he could go swimming. I told him no, not without a
swimsuit, so he went to get one on."


"Oh," Glenn replies, relieved that he didn't have to run Jimi down, "that's
what I thought," he lies.


Ready to turn, go back to his melon, Johnny pipes up, "Y'know, Jimi seems
like a nice person?"


Stopping his bug catching, Johnny took a rest, looking up at Glenn as if
waiting for an `answer.'


"That's what Sam thought too." Not venturing into other boundaries, Glenn
says, "See that? Maybe you will be making a friend, Johnny?"


"Maybe," he goes back to slicing through the water, spotting something
almost invisible to the human eye.


Glenn had done his part. Coming back inside, Sam was all ears, "Johnny told
Jimi he couldn't go in the pool with his dress clothes on. He went to find
something appropriate."


It made Sam dream for a moment, seeing Jimi in his wet dress shirt, but
them came back for a reality check, "He `is' coming back though?"


"Yeah, but we don't know when. You better come up with something."


"Did I miss something?" Sam asks.


"Don't be a moron, Sam. If the pool gets filled with the guys horsing
around, Johnny will never get a chance!"


"Oh, you're right," Sam tapped his lips with a finger.


"I did my part. You do yours," Glenn dumps it in the 51-year old's lap!


Clapping his hands, Sam knew just what to do...lie!


"Attention please!"


When quiet set in, Sam told everyone they found some amoeba in the pool and
it will be closed for about an hour.


Glenn, concerned, puts a bug in Sam's ear, "You think an hour is enough?"


"If not, we'll manufacture more amoeba!"


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