Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2015 11:23:01 -0400
From: TCHASE MCPHEE <survivalgame@outlook.com>
Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 09

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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 09
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee


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All through dinner that evening, Slim knew Keb and Johnny didn't mean to
`slight' him. He didn't see any harm in canvassing the restaurant, beyond
their table.


Then it happened, which Slim feared at first, making eye contact. Happens,
eyes meeting, a connection made, `the nod'...soon, the guy at the other
table is found out, dude dining with him, looking behind his back, spotting
Slim.  Being prudent, not wanting a fist shoved in his face, Slim distances
himself, lifting the menu up.


Lowering it, so only his eyes peep above the top, Slim sees his mark.


The dude is standing there, alone, still wondering `what he did wrong', to
make his date get up and walk out.


Yet, the dude not making any effort to run after his date, Slim smiles,
seeing everything working out to his advantage!


"Damn I feel so bad for him," Slim thinks out loud.


Well, it made Johnny and Keb wise to the fact, eyes darting to their lefts.


"Feel bad for who?" Johnny asks, which after saying, casts his eyes over
Keb's shoulder.


Wise words of wisdom, Keb directs a cue, "What you waiting for Slim?"


Getting the message, in a nice way, Slim now had reservations about what
was developing between Keb and Johnny, "What about us?"


"What about us?" Keb smooths his hand over Johnny's shoulder, round the
back.


Officially, in his own mind, Slim knew their threesome was developing into
`3 is a crowd,' "Nice knowin' ya!"


Standing, Slim didn't even notice the napkin on his lap, tucked into his
belt, was being carried along with him!


"Really," the stranger says, standing at his table, "there's extra napkins
to be had?"


Slim looks down. Whereas he thought the dude was checking him out below the
belt, Slim sees the object of the joking, "Oh," he whips the napkin from
covering up, "Trust me, I wasn't trying to hide...anything!"


Letting Slim know from the start, if this indeed was the beginning of
something, being he was out on a date, before his date up and left him,
"That's okay. I'm not one of those guys, solely out for..." he looks around
and seeing it not very private to say, "you know?"


Within minutes, Slim had learned `Patrick' was out on a date with a dude
his cousin set him up with.


"Trust me, I don't have it in me to be mean, but, bless his heart, we
weren't making a go of anything," Patrick cheerfully says.


"I wouldn't know," Slim smiles, beard adding to the joy he felt, "I wasn't
really paying attention to your date."


Nodding towards Johnny and Keb, Patricks inquires, "What about your
friends?"


Looking back at the two, whom had paused in saying sweet nothings to each
other, smile at Slim.


"They're very encouraging," Slim replies.


"Shy?" Patrick thinks it, Slim's friends coaxing him over.


"Yes and no."


"Oh," Patrick didn't know what to make of it. Regardless, "Want to sit
down?"


It did cross Slim's mind, "Love to!"


Slim's story was quick; taxi driver, lost job, tagging along with a bunch
of guys, until they reach New Jersey, corrects himself, `Jersey!'


"What's your story?"


"I'm from Connecticut, out here visiting my cousin. I'm at the end of my
vacation, before heading back home to work a little for the summer, then
getting ready for college."


Slim assumes, "Back to Connecticut, then?"


"Uh, for a short time with the family, but I decided to transfer at the end
of last semester, because the college I was going to didn't offer the
courses I wanted."


"Oh," Slim replies.


"So, what's in Jersey for you?" Patrick was comfortable with `Jersey'!


Other than the road trip to get there, Slim says, "Not sure. My friends are
headed for college, but as you can tell, I'm a little too old for that
crowd!"


"Nonsense," Patrick replies, "I know guys twice your age who go to
college. You're never too old to learn!"


"I'd like to learn more about you!" Slim smiles.


Patrick can't get over it, even from when he walked into the restaurant
with his date. Looking over to where the trio sat, the same occurring
incidence takes place, "I love it when you smile."


"Really?" some of Slim's teeth show, with this grin!


Reaching across the table, gut reaction, to fondle the tip of Slim's chin,
Patrick renders, "I love your beard."


Withdrawing his hand, Slim says with the alluring smile, "Feel free to
touch, anywhere!"


He wanted to too, Patrick responding, "Love to, but I don't go home with
guys on the first date."


"Date. Right," Slim realizes. "So, did you order?"


Coming in after they did, Patrick says, "Didn't even make up my mind. Have
any clues?" he picks up the menu, purposely turning it about, as if a map
to the inside of a pyramid.


Looking across the way, Slim sees a waiter taking an order from Johnny and
Keb, "I had the menu in front of me, but confess I wasn't paying much
attention to it!"


"Frankly, my date picked out this place. Me? My stomach would be happy with
something simpler. We both didn't order, so we could...if you wanted to..."


"Yeah, would be cool," Slim reads Patrick's mind.


The two immediately get up before the waiter had the time to take their
order.


"I need to let my friends know I'm not leaving with them."


While at it, Patrick follows him over, meeting Johnny and Keb.


Leaving, Slim says, "And oh, don't wait up for me!"


While on their way out, Patrick had a few questions about Slim's friends,
wondering if he was attached to either.


Slim's answer was in the past tense, "Both, but not the way you're thinking
it!"


%


By the time everyone talked through lunch, did a little sightseeing,
window-shopped, the morning turned into afternoon, returning to the hotel
about 1:00.


One-by-one, two-by-two, they met in the palm grove of sofas.


Alek never got the chance to leave. He felt compelled to stay, listening to
half of Zack's life story, from the reasons which brought him to London
West, right up to where he came out of the manager's office with a frown on
his face!


Giving advice out, Alek, seeing Zack had gone unrewarded for his hard work,
witnesses Zack literally, kissing this place goodbye.


Which is most likely the reason Zack, at the end of his tale, winding up
entirely not the way he planned it, "Maybe I should think about making a
change in my life?"


"Are you asking me, or telling me?" Alek knew, but wanted to hear it said
with conviction.


Smiling, because Zack knew the reverse psychology being used on him, "I
definitely need to do something, instead of waiting around for the next guy
to get ahead of me."


In retrospect, not which it wasn't obvious, there was an age difference of
about fifteen years, Alek, the younger, "I was hoping you would make that
choice."


Knowing the score, Alek and his friends heading out for `Jersey', Zack was
hoping for an invitation. When it didn't develop, he followed his
intuition, looking into those eyes, "I was hoping I could tag along?"


Half-crocked smile, Alek says, "I was hoping for more than that!" Reaching
across the table, wrinkling the linen, his hand meeting Zack's five digits,
which causes him to stop playing with the fork.


"Really? You're okay with an older man?"


"I figured you already got that impression, after telling you about my
park-mens-room escapades?"


He had to think about it a minute, Zack coming to conclusion, "That's
right...you did mention meeting up with `men,' as opposed to `boys!'"
Still, a little nervous, since he was digging Alek for being kind to him,
for being `beautiful,' "Um, just how old would I have to be to qualify?"


With question, Alek asks, "For what?"


"To qualify to be a `man?'"


"Drop your pants and I'll give you my assessment - not! Let's just be adult
about it?"


Zack pretty much thought that summed it up, Alek putting them both in the
same `age' category, "No problem!"


Thinking he was a little harsh, "Besides, if you did happen to be a boy and
not a man, I'd have to lower my expectations."


"I thought we were being adult about it?"


Smiling, thinking he did say that, Alek clears his slate, "I think we
should see if we're compatible at least. Sure would hate to do a road trip
with a guy I didn't get a long with?"


"Oh, I'm with you on that one," `the old man' replies!


Though, Alek knew, if he couldn't find release with Zack, there was always
Slim or Arne to fall back on...after thoughts not taking it literally!


"Name the place and the time," Zack smiles.


"Bedtime. My room."


"Maybe I should put it on my calendar so I don't forget!"


"I can't believe you would forget something like me?"


Grasping Alek's hand, Zack says, "Of course I won't forget. How could I
ever leave you waiting for my talented lips?"


"Dropping hints?"


"Or making your balls pulse. Whatever comes first!"


"I have to admit. They aren't, but I'm sure you have expertise in that
department?" Alek sits back, allowing Zack's fingers slip out of his hand.


"Oh, lots. More than those one night stands you had in the park!"


"I never met anyone at night, in the park."


Seeing Alek taking everything so literal, Zack says, "I better keep my
mouth shut before I get into trouble!"


"Yeah, you better. Relax those jaw muscles before I give them a good
workout tonight!"


If Alek wasn't pulsing, Zack took up the slack, pleading, "Uh, are you
having dessert?"


Too wise for `the old man', Alek replies, "Need time for things to settle
down, Zack?"


"Yeah, you mind?"


"Not a bit. Could use some downtime myself!"


"No kidding? Really?"


After dessert, things had quieted down, both heading out to the lobby. Just
sitting, Alek looks across the way, "Here's my boys!"


He didn't say, but Zack knew some of them were not boys, picking Aronold
out of the crowd, knowing he belonged to the bunch, "Boys? I think I see
some adults as well?"


It earned Zack a nudge of an elbow to the ribs!


"Hey, you wouldn't believe it," Johnny says, all perky, "but we all met at
the same time out front of the hotel."


"Oh really?" Aronold's eyes are trying to add it all up, "Where's Slim?"


Keb answers, "Oh, he went off with some dude, from the restaurant we were
eating at," squeezes Johnny's hand.


"He said not to wait up for him," Johnny shares the rest.


Not sure of this, Aronold interrogates, "Well, either of you know who this
guy is and where they've gone?"


"Oh sure," Keb reponds, "Slim brought Patrick over to the table to meet us
before he took off."


"He's an okay guy," Johnny felt comfortable. Then in horror, a dreaded look
coming over him, "Why? Do you think something bad is going to happen to
Slim?"


Johnny was not prepared for what came up next, his cell phone ringing. He
stood there in fact, doing nothing!


"Uh, Johnny, your cell phone is ringing?" Alek didn't even know he had one,
but being it was several jingles later he didn't question it just now.


"My cell? Oh yeah, my cell," he checks pants pockets. "Got it," Johnny
treats it as if a hot potato.


Slowly walking over by Keb, Alek leans to his ear, "Did a little shopping
while you were out?"


"No. It's Slim's phone. He gave it to Johnny."


Overhearing it, Aronold, who has been informally appointed holy leader over
the bunch, by Alek, hears Keb's reply, "Oh great. There Slim is, off on
some jaunt to who knows where and with no way to contact us. Smart," he
ends it sarcastically.


"What?" they hear Johnny exclaim, by taking the conversation out of
listening reach.


Standing with Adam, Drew says, "Might be Slim."


"Yeah, it could be?" Adam adds. Then he goes on to tell Drew, when they
were out, his former master was always asking him for his cell number to
give out, because he never called himself!


"And if you forgot it, Adam?"


"Small infractions get lesser punishments, a few whacks on the ass with a
paddle. Then again, if the guy was hot and the cell number not to be had,
could be more intense, say a strap across the back, if `I' was the cause of
losing a contact with a really steamy guy," Adam ends on a light note, not
owned anymore.


"Did you ever forget?"


"Nope, but when I was out with the master, I always gave him competition."


"Strange."


"How so?" Drew was curious.


"Even though I had no freedom to arrange my own date with a guy, if my
former master felt inclined, he would go ahead and set up a date. I rarely
lost out anyway, the hot dude coming up with a pen."


Thinking something bold, with the ability to have a cock-attack, Drew asks,
"And paper?"


"Every time that happened I hoped it wasn't a laundry pen. I would hate
walking around with a phone number written across my chest!"


"Oh," Drew giggles, "I thought maybe he'd write it on the barrel of your
dick!"


"Yeah, but when I was out with the master, I wore a bird cage."


Adam knew Drew would flunk at this one!


"A bird cage?" Drew had on his mind a pet canary he had as a kid.


Using all his fingers, crunched up together into a `trunk', Adam educates,
"Yeah, a thing with bars all around. Kept my cock snugly in place, where I
couldn't touch it."


"I get it, but what happens if you decide, or be it can't help it, start to
get hard?"


Slapping hands together in a clap, Adam says, "Squish, it would bulge at
the sides and man did it make the tip uncomfortable. Then again, I wasn't
allowed to get hard until the master willed it."


"What? That's so insane!"


Finishing up with listening in to Aronold's conversation with Johnny, after
he returned, Eric Nefflette walks over, "What's insane?"


"Never mind," Drew replies. "What's up with Johnny?"


"That wasn't Slim on the phone, which has made Aronold kind of
touchy. Alek, he's not too cool about it either," Eric tells them.


"It it wasn't Slim," Adam asks, "then who was it?"


"Johnny claims, the only other person who had his number was Deric. Seems
Deric's plans didn't pan out, so asked to come back to the group."


Drew says, "That's weird. Seemed like Deric was gung ho into becoming a big
porn star."


"What happened?" Adam asks.


Eric says, "I don't know. Johnny didn't say much. Only asked Alek if it was
okay and hung up."


Connecting his thoughts to a porn studio, Drew says, "I guess we'll have to
wait for the steamy details!"


Just then, who should come through the revolving doors, "Hey guys! I
thought I should check in and forgot, I gave my cell to Johnny, so here I
am in person!"


Throwing his palms out to the side and up, Slim announces his presence.


Looking to Keb, Aronold says, "At least some of us have a brain in our
head!"


"Me?" Keb's eyes turn wide, a hand goes to midchest, like he was checking
if he was having a heart attack. Then to Johnny, "He thinks it's my fault!"


Placing an arm around Keb's arm, Johnny cozies up to him, "That's because
you're so good at taking care of me!"


"Mm-m, baby," Keb gets sweet on Johnny, "does that mean I get a kiss?"


Raw at these things, Johnny says, "More. If you want to, you can suck my
cock?"


He would have laughed, only knew Johnny was dead serious, all smiley with
innocence, "Hmm, I think I might be needing a tonsillectomy tonight!"


After taking the heat from Aronold and constructive criticism from Alek,
Slim spots, "Johnny!"


Then, from Slim, Keb gets the backlash, "I thought you were going to tell
them I was headed over to Jaeson's place?"


Rather than discuss it, Keb makes it brief, "I did, but they wanted more
than that to go on. By the way, what's he like in bed?"


"We never got there."


Very remorseful, that Slim never made it to bed with Patrick, Keb places a
hand on his shoulder, "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby."


"That's okay. It's not like I'm not going to see him again. Oh, by the way
Johnny, I gave Patrick my...your cell number."


"Great. Then I'll have 3 numbers in here," Johnny says with excitement,
like he's got a new toy!


"What about Arne and Alek?" Slim suggests.


"Cool!" Johnny exclaims, "Be right back!"


Walking up to Aronold, even though he was setting limits, boundaries,
preliminary rules, he's hit with Johnny squeezing in on the conversation,
"I need your cell phone numbers!"


Aronold, a couple of inches taller than Johnny, looks over his head at
Alek, "Did you invite him?"


Smiling, Alek says, "No, but I'm glad he could make it."


"I'm not intruding, am I?" Johnny innocently asks.


"Yes and no," Aronold keeps his cool.


"Think nothing of it, Johnny," Alek says.


"Great. You first," he hands his phone to Aronold.


While Aronold punched in the facts, Alek quizzes him, "You and Keb, you're
getting kind of close, huh?"


It seemed that way, especially from Keb's direction, though Johnny
disputes, "We're just friends. Keb is gonna suck me tonight, but we're not
going to do any fucking around."


After handing Johnny his phone back, Aronold says, "On that note I think
I'll have a little chat with Slim."


His back was to Aronold, but turning back around, Johnny pleads, "Don't be
too cruel with Slim?"


"Cruel, huh? Now there's something I didn't think of!"


"Don't mind him, Johnny," Alek says, multi-tasking, "Aronold is trying to
be funny again."


"He is funny," Johnny replies.


"Yeah," Alek replies, handing Johnny his phone, "almost as much as a barrel
of monkeys!"


"Wait. Is that supposed to be funny?" Johnny keeps a straight face.


He was ready to spring a prank, but Alek out-foxes him, "If you think it
is, it is, Johnny!"


After forcing out a giggle, Johnny says, "It is. A little."


Taking Johnny under his wing, Alek goes on to the gathering, saying,
"Tomorrow we're all getting new cell phones."


"But I have one," Johnny disputes.


"I know, but you don't how old that one is, Johnny."


"I can ask Slim?"


"Nah," Alek thinks quick, "we don't want to hurt his feelings, do we?"


It made only a little sense to Johnny, but he trusts Alek, "Okay, if you
say so."


Gathered in the lobby, they decide to have Alek and Johnny wait it out, for
Deric's return, the others headed back to the hotel suite to shower, rest
and do `other things of necessity.'


While waiting in the lobby, more than once Alek's eyes picked up the snobby
desk clerk walking past. At least one crack at it, he hoped for a closer
perimeter to himself and Johnny, stick his foot out, trip the snobby bitch,
tumble the bastard right onto his ass. He never came within foot distance,
which left Alek's foot disappointed!


"There's Deric," Johnny pointed towards the lobby doors. Still with arm
extended, he races over.


Throwing himself into Deric's arms, Alek at first took notice of Johnny,
but then his gaze focused on the two gaining proximity, "Uh, I think you're
being followed, Deric," he greets the 19-year old.


"Oh them," Deric evaded the issue, "I met them on the set. I mean, the job
I was supposed to have, but didn't."


"What happened?" Johnny asks. "I thought you were going to be a movie star,
Deric?"


He remembers telling Johnny, but Deric refreshes, "Porn star. Yeah, but it
didn't work out."


Rather than discuss the reasons why, Alek steps up to them.


Deric sensed the hastiness for intro's, "Guys, this is Mat and Jaeson."


"Mat?" Johnny says, like he was asking him.


Turning around, Johnny on his right shoulder, behind him, "This is my
buddy, Johnny, I was telling you about."


"Hi, Mat," Johnny goes for his hand first.


"Hey," Mat says, shaking Johnny's hand, but not reacting the way Johnny
was, wanting to do more than a handshake, an affectionate kiss, perhaps.


Gut reaction, Johnny says, "You're beautiful. Were you going to be a movie
star too?"


It's then Mat got the impression, Johnny coming onto him, which made Mat
take more notice, "Yeah, but like Deric...well, truthfully, if it wasn't
for your buddy, probably Jaeson and me still would be!"


Alek jokes, shaking Jaeson's hand, "What'd they do? Throw you three into
bed and you didn't like each other? Trust me, I'd have no problem!" Alek
laughs.


"Hardly," Jaeson replies. "If they did that, I would have thought about
signing a contract immediately!"


"Long story," Deric butts in, "but can I have a word with you Alek?"


While Johnny converses with Mat and Jaeson, Alek led Deric off to one of
the `palm court` sofas, but they didn't sit.


It didn't take much effort for Deric to tell, like himself, headed to
Hollywood to become a star, or as his interest extended, could have been a
stunt man. The moment presenting itself and no way to make a living, Deric
jumped on the opportunity, when a director offered him a spur of the moment
job.


"You learn and you get burned, you don't do it again," Deric lay words of
wisdom on Alek.


"Yeah. Right. But tell me, do you trust these guys?"


"Mat and Jaeson? I think they're cool. We watched each others backs when we
were at the studio."


Having explained, without going into a heap of detail, Deric, Mat and
Jaeson came on board at Man Fan Studios at the same time.


>From the receptionist area they were led to locker rooms, where they
`nicely ordered' to strip-down-naked. A dude, in only Alex Nouguet briefs,
led them to the studio.


Dark, dreary and smelling like the windows had been closed for years, Deric
told how, once the door was closed, seemingly latched tight by lock and
key, the atmosphere changed drastically.


"It was Jaeson who asked, `Like, where's the beds?' and it's then Mat and I
got the idea something was wrong here."


"Brick walls and shiny chains," Alek sums it up, "I hardly think it's
anything like a bedroom?"


"Exactly what Mat said. Then, unlike the reception area, the tone of the
director we met, changed like day and night. He started shouting orders at
us."


"So you hightailed it out of there?" Alek guesses.


"Not quite. Other guys approached us and damn were they intimidating. One
ran his hand down my six pack and said out loud, so we all could hear,
`Hot. We'll make sure we set you up for the scene where the captive gets
gut punched.'"


"I'm sure you had something to say about that?"


"Of course, but with 3 tough guys and the director I wouldn't have made it
to the door."


"Let me guess," Alek guesses, "you played a long?"


"Yes and no. What I did is, I out-foxed them!"


"I think I need to sit for this one," Alek walks over to a sofa and drops
his butt in.


Following, Deric tells his tale like he's proud, "Well, what I did was ask
if there's a screen test? The big dummy asks me `What-the-fuck?' and looks
to the director."


"Was he really dumb?"


"Oh, you better believe it! Fell for it, like a ton of bricks. More
important, the director liked the idea. Since there were 3 of them and 3 of
us, I evened up the score by dividing us up. To up the ante, I asked the
roughneck if he had a pair of boxing gloves. He was more than happy to
oblige. I checked his crotch!" Deric breaks from serious to laughing.


The situation not looking like it turned out ugly for Deric and the other
two, Alek laughed.


"Yeah, and he was much liking my idea!"


"Make it quick or we'll never get to the club tonight," Alek had glanced
up.


"Okay, well it turns out there was no audition or screen test. They were
just going to throw me, Mat and Jaeson in chains and do whatever they
wanted to to us, filming it. My plan worked like a charm though. With the 3
hoodlums in boxing gloves, it was easy for Mat, Jaeson and me to turn the
tables. Funny how Mat and Jaes were so flexible, working as a team,
grabbing up a length of chain and subduing our aggressors. Me, I kind of
had a good time working `Mr. Big Stuff' over. I have to admit, my foot hurt
kinda bad after kicking him in the balls. Leather is tough, you know?"


"I can imagine," though Alek could relate, one of his `park tricks' showing
up in chaps and harness one afternoon.


"Yeah. A little worse than a toothache!"


"What about the director?"


"I suppose he would have called it an `outtake', ran the camera all by
himself. I'm surprised he had the brains!" Deric laughs. "After I hit the
dude hard enough to get his balls over the goal posts, a punch to his
beer-belly was enough to send him flat on his back."


"Did earthquake sirens go off?"


"They don't have earthquake sirens. That's tornados, Alek."


"Really?" Alek knew he had it wrong, "What else?"


"As a `going away present,' we left the two in chains hanging till their
toes couldn't touch the floor. Fat boy, it took the three of us to lift him
up and throw him on a table. Nice, there were cuffs there to fasten him to
it."


"The director?"


"We tied him to a post. Jaes said he knew what a chain with two clamps
attached were for and showed us how to attach them to the guy's nips."


"The director's? Bet he was happy about that!" Alek wasn't too saddened!


"Well," Deric leans to the side of the sofa, "All was not lost. Got myself
this very nice leather director's bag," he sets it on his lap, reaches in,
"cleaned out the receptionist's locker," places a fistful of Nouguet briefs
on Alek's lap, "and the big gift to myself, this nifty hand held cam!"


Alek relaxed sorting out the briefs to look, "Awesome!"


"Yep and later, I thought I'd show the guys how Mat, Jaes and me took care
of business!"


"They're not going to come looking for you, are they?"


"Who?" Deric throws out the biggest clincher, calling himself and the other
two, "Hans Hammerhead, Arce Crevici and Drew Driver?"


"They give you these names?" Alek looks at Deric with an inquiring mind.


"Nope," Deric says with pride, "we thought them up all by ourselves!"


"Quite an imagination you have. Let me guess, you're Hans Hammerhead?"


"Good guess," they both get a laugh out of it, Deric's hand outlining the
tube in his jeans.


Cutting to the chase, Deric says, "So, it's okay if Mat and Jaes come along
with us?"


Getting up, Alek forgets the Nouguet briefs are on his lap, half catching
them, getting dumped on the floor. Bending over to pick them up, he says,
"Don't even think about it Deric."


Taking it the wrong way, Deric is disappointed, "No?"


"I mean," Alek sees the impression he's got, "Yes. It's okay if they come
along. The more `dick', the merrier!"


Deric was just glad Alek approved. Whatever happened afterwards, "Sure!"


Looking around, the trio, which included Johnny, had vanished.


"Knowing Johnny, he probably was okay with taking them up to our room."


So, that's where they headed. They talked about a few things, already in
place. One, Aronold being the one to answer to if anything should go wrong.


>From bad family experiences at home, which prompted Deric to runaway, he
sighs, "Not another dad to try to run my life?"


"You know Arne. He's not like that?" Alek protests.


"I know. It's just that, I became my own man, being out there on my own and
more important, I had Johnny to look after."


Smiling, which comes with breaking with a dysfunctional family, something
Alek can relate to, "Did some growing up, did you?"


"I think we both did, Johnny and me."


Before they could discus more, the elevator door opens, right into their
suite.


Looking around, Deric asks, ducking his head from the shaft, "Where's the
hallway?"


"Hey, from now on, we're living in style...the power of plastic money!"
Alek smiles, leading the way out.


Walking into the main room, a few feet from the elevator, was like entering
a surprise party...


"Hey, Hammerhead, come hammer me!" Slim leads the gang.


Taking it in stride, Deric yells out, "Thanks, Drew Driver and,"
translating from the `Itatian,' "Ass Crevice!"


What took Deric all that time to explain, Mat and Jaeson had told the story
of their porn careers gone wrong in like 5 minutes.


Stashed away in one of his boxes, Aronold had a pair of boxing
gloves. Shabby, at least they resembled a prop, Keb putting them on,
Aronold not taking any responsibility.


"C'mon, Hammerhead, let's have it out," Keb got in Deric's face.


Deric replies, "They tell you how I subdued the big oaf?"


Keb swung one of his hands down in front of his pubes, "Got that covered!"


Barechested, it was a cinch for Deric to take his shot at Keb's right pec.


"Owch!" Keb calls out, completely distracted by Deric tweaking his right
nip!


After that, Deric could have very well took his shot. It wouldn't have hurt
his foot at all, not with Keb in his `Sailor Moon' boxer briefs!


They sat around for awhile, Adam hyping things up a bit, his knowledge
about how his former master's basement playroom was arranged.


As if he were the knowledgeable one, Adam lays on them, "Master Bart had
the usual, stocks, chains hanging from the ceiling, cuffs attached to the
wall, more interesting stuff, like two 2x4's screwed together," he makes a
big `x' with arms out in front, "which formed the perfect match for an guy,
eagle-spread."


Slim got his dibs in, "Mm-mm, sounds yummy," he giggles!


"Yeah, that and more," Deric sideswiped Slim's ideas of a fun experience,
for what could have been a good situation-gone-wrong.


What is more important, Alek brings up, "In case you're wondering what's
going to happen next, we start our road trip."


Johnny, with an important question, poses, "I thought we were going to be
party animals at a club, whatever that's supposed to mean?"


Keb he was ready to `baby', but felt like it an intrusion, Mat sitting on
Johnny's lap, which made Keb think, `That happened quick!' Though, when he
glances back straight, his vision hangs on Jaeson checking him out! It
tickled Keb to think of it now, Mat moving in on his attachment to Johnny
and his friend's reaction to having someone help themselves to sitting on
his lap. He reconnects with Johnny's reaction, `What tha?'


However, Johnny was not complaining one bit now. With time spent with the
unashamed group of new friends, Johnny has crossed over somewhat. It all
started by running away from home, leaving his troubled life behind. Next,
running into Deric, tough and kind, at least to him, it were the baby steps
of coming out of his sensitive shell.


A couple of days with the gang and Johnny was already start to mimic them,
not being afraid to try on the new, "Once, the pastor of our church, back
home, made a big goof. He preached that people should be open to trying new
things."


"Like, what would be wrong with that?" Drew was all for it.


Miguel, sides with Drew, "Comprendo?" Of Mexican descent, he grew up in an
English-speaking world, so his Spanish wasn't too authenticate.


Deric, having been companion to Johnny, knew the `sermon.'


"It backfired on him, because people started to question him about gay
marriage and other stuff taboo for church people," Johnny explains.


Jef was curious as all hell, "And what did he say?"


Jef's Uncle Eric had a notion, "Did the reverend happen to think it the
perfect time to come out of the closet?"


It was a sensitive subject for Johnny. He got the whole idea about running
away, from Pastor Johnson, after that fateful Sunday, "How did you know?"


Eric knew, "Just because a man wears a title, doesn't make him any
different from any other man, catch my drift?"


Disputing the fact, or not quite grasping the context, Johnny says, "For a
man of the collar, though?"


Using himself as an example, others he worked with, Eric says, "Some cops
are out. Some are not. Me? I felt it was time. For everyone there is a time
when they need to `bloom,' show who they really are and not give a damn
what other people think. I have a sneaky suspicion this is what happened to
your reverend?"


Inexperience at matters, Johnny shrugs his shoulder, "I guess."


In motioning his shoulders forward, it made Mat feel good inside, feeling
Johnny's pecs on his back, only to have them retreat. It kind of gave him
the feeling it could be a whole different scenario without shirts on.


"Uh, can we get back to checklists?" Alek rekindles thoughts of the road
trip.


"Checklist?" Drew questions.


"Right. For instance, what clothes do you have in that backpack, Deric?"


Other than his jockstraps, which he didn't mention, Deric recalls, "Uh,
other than a few personal items, 1 extra pair of jeans, 3 tee shirts,
socks, um..."


With glee, Johnny recalls one leg of their trip westward, "Hey Deric,
remember when we stopped by that brook to wash our clothes out?"


It put a toothy smile on Johnny's face, which acted as leverage for others
wanting to know, Keb putting forth the question, "Want to tell us about it,
baby?"


Deric by no means resembled a `baby,' perhaps `baby-faced', but responding
to Keb's inquiry, it stirred up some horniness, "Not much to tell."


Conflicting with Johnny's account, thinking his buddy has forgotten the
incident down at the ford in the river, "Really, Deric?"


Saving it for a personal memory, Deric blushes.


Alek on the other hand, was much too curious, "Come on Der, or else we'll
have to have Mat and Jaes show us where that studio is!"


It gave Deric a little pulse between the legs. Sure, he wasn't into
anything forced, but he did take pride in his worked up abs, not against
having them tested now and then, something gathered from high school buds
in the locker room. The other stuff, Deric also took pride in his big balls
and not stretched too far away from his tall shaft, more banging against
something, "Uh, no, I'll pass!"


"So?" Alek presses for details.


Normally, Johnny would pass the buck, sit back and take it all in, but
being more inclined to protecting his friend, "Not much to tell. Just a guy
like us, washing his clothes in the river."


Something didn't jive here, according to Eric. Former police officer, he's
had his fair share of investigations, probing, "And?"


Neither Johnny, nor Deric forwarded any details, not sure which should take
a turn, until Deric does come forth with a factual account, "We kept out
shirts on until we saw this other dude strip off his pants."


Johnny adds, "And more!"


Mat felt disturbed by a force under his butt. From perplexity to a good
feeling, he smiles.


"And what more would there be?" Slim coaxed the conversation onward.


In sarcastic tone, Deric makes it like nothing at all, "No problem, he
washed his clothes butt-naked, so we did the same thing."


For Johnny, this was most unusual, "I've never been outside my house with
less than shorts on!"


Thinking of the time he got locked out of his house, bending over for a
newspaper at the front door, finding the need to have his uncle come to his
rescue him from his nude predicament, "Turn on or turn off, Johnny?" Jef
knew the answer for himself, even if it were Uncle Eric staring at him,
cupping balls in hand!


Feeling the anxiety of his loins, Deric tells, "I think gravity had more of
a play in it!"


It only made things linger on, which Alek had it in mind to get ready for
the road by tomorrow morning, "Great. Not much different than the next guy,
wanting to hear a steamy sex story...anyone want to show some interest in
making up a checklist?"


Able to multi-task, they all surrounded Aronold and his laptop, pulling up
a spreadsheet, listing the important things and obscure, clothing and
condoms, while Deric told about approaching the nude clothes-washer.


Witness, out of being shy, Johnny has taken in the scene from afar, which
he disputed one fact, "It was not. You approached him first, Deric!"


Making like he didn't honestly know, Deric says, "Oh, did I?"


>From there, Johnny took over the narration, telling about the stranger,
whom later they found out had been employed as a mechanic fallen on hard
times. Out of work, unlike them, the 35-year old mechanic, was in the midst
of changing jobs, seeking out a new life, different locale.


"Anything else we should know about?" Aronold tilts his chin up, stares at
Johnny.


The storyteller didn't give much indication other than, "Then Deric and
Mike went into the woods."


It left plenty for speculation, something which even Alek could not allow
to go untold, "And?"


>From Johnny, to the source, Deric gathers his thoughts, "Uh...you know,
um, we had a nice time."


More honest and now unabashed at telling it like it is, Johnny says, "Mike
sucked Deric's cock until it was all Deric could take. Then he fucked
Mike."


Alek laughs, "Oh man, Johnny, you could have saved us tons of time, you
know?"


Jaeson, hand down his pants, enlightens, "Yeah, but it was story enough for
a good build!"


Having had his eyes set on the 21-year old, "Maybe we should go take care
of that, baby?"


Knowing Alek wanted them to get their shit together, Jaeson says, "Uh,
maybe Keb and me could work on our own checklist?"


It wasn't coming together as Alek planned, "Okay guys, but the day after
tomorrow we're starting out and you all better have your itinerary
together."


"Our what?" Miguel didn't get it.


"What you want to take with you," Johnny translates.


It didn't take much for Miguel to think on that one, having met a hot,
Slavic boy, whose duty it was, to take hotel guests up and down the
elevator.


Unfortunately, Peter didn't want to leave his job, which, after feeling how
tight Miguel's hole was, convinced Miguel, making a move would not be
lucrative for his future. Peter's big shaft also convinced the hotel
manager, to lose Peter would be a terrible inconvenience, so it also
provided Miguel with a job!


Considering everything which has transpired thus far, Alek awards first,
"Well, good luck with that Miguel." Second thinking, Alek hoped Miguel's
hole would always stay tight or else he might be out of a job!


When finally all was said and done, it was decided, their last night in
Cali, they would whoop it up at a gay club and set out on their road trip
at the light of dawn...or shortly thereafter.


With the guys breaking up into couples, Alek took tally, the pairing ups
and those whom would be striking it out on their own.


Among the singles is where Alek found himself, with Adam, Aronold, Jef,
Jef's `Uncle Eric' and Drew, it did occur to him, one of the hotel staff
hitting on him. Though, it didn't enter his mind that this would be a
long-lasting hookup, until tagged on the shoulder from behind...


"Excuse me there, Alek?"


Turning around, Zack put a smile on Alek's face. Last night, Alek had
mistook Zack's intentions, a short romp in the sheets to relieve the day's
tension as something which could be more permanent. Late into the evening,
when he was supposed to be catching up on some sleep, Alek spent lying on
the pillow, staring at the ceiling, Zack stroking his cock. He was getting
sort of frustrated, because every time Alek felt like he was gaining
momentum to spurt out his load, Zack would draw back!


"Don't tell me. You want to torture my cock some more, or is it 50
questions all over again?"


Ulterior motives, Zack knew he had to act quickly, after saying, "I'm sorry
I led you on like that..."


"Led `me' on? On the contrary, Zack," Alek acts sarcastic, "I think you are
quite talented at bringing a guy to blasting off, only to drawback...damn,
if I were in a mood to make it last, last night, it would have been the
perfect scenario."


Ready to spring it on Alek, the reason he made it like he was interested in
sex, only to half-bore Alek to death, stroking, taking up the slack, Zack
is interrupted, "He was doing it for me."


Cutting in on the 38-year old hotel worker's explanation, Alek steers his
eyes to Zack's left, "Who are you?"


The attitude lingered, caught up in what was panning out to be a game, Zack
making the rules, Alek a pawn on the Monopoly board and now a card of
opportunity thrown in his direction?


"This is all my fault."


Zack turns to the Arabic dude, "It's not all your fault, Jeremi. If it's
anyone's," Zack places a hand on his own chest, "it's mine."


It was kind of good Zack and, as Alek found out, `Jeremi', had it out, so
he could study the situation. Rather than have it go on and on, with no
conclusion, Alek gets the idea, "Okay Zack, so your hand massage was to
keep me occupied while you found out that I was totally single, looking, a
nice guy, financially situated...what else?" He didn't really want to know,
"so, what's your game plan?"


Alek made a decision, right after he started boldly responding to his gay
inhibitions, meeting up with tricks at the park mens room, it didn't matter
if a dude were young or old, fat or skinny, buff, of color, or anything
much else. They could even be on crutches or blind, but mainly, he wanted a
guy who could be himself, interesting and...well as he lucked out right
now, the dude Zack was trying to pawn off...


"Yeah, I did have a game plan," Zack admits, "and I apologize for coming on
to you last night, but..."


"No problem," Alek jokes, especially since the outcome is on the awesome
side, "at least I got to stroke your hairy chest!"


One of the quirks, Alek wasn't very hairy himself, but he loved feeling up
a man's fur.


Thinking their time together was not a total failure for Alek, Zack
responds, "Oh really?"


More apt to move on, Alek says, "So, what's with your young friend here?"


>From first view, head to toe, Alek had figured Zack's friend were about
the same height, maybe an inch or two taller, same age, but different hair
color, arrangement of it about the chin, hairstyled differently...


"I am Jeremi Mahmood. Jeremi with an `i.' It is good to meet you Alek."


What could Alek possibly do at this point, being set up and Jeremi,
with-an-i's hand in his hand, all ready to get acquainted?


"Alek," he was already mesmerized, suddenly waking up, "oh, but you know
that already?"


Alek knew he was gawking, standing there with jaw dropped down, physically
closing his mouth!


Zack was sneaky, but in a nice way. Instead of saying something like, `I'll
leave you boys to get acquainted', he made a silent, almost cowardly exit.


As for Alek, he never noticed, being drawn up in Jeremi's looks.


If it weren't for Drew, jumping from conversation to the next, he would
never had noticed, "Hey, who's your new friend?"


It's then Alek knew Zack, the coward, had taken off, with opportunity,
"Hmm," but then pay attention to Drew's question, "this is Jeremi with an
`i!'"


Drew didn't get `the handshake', right hands clutched, as Jeremi had
followed through with, left hand around the forearm. Alek wondered what was
with that, but it made him smile, his loins tingle a little!


"Hey Jeremi with-an-`i!'" It made Drew smile.


Then, more of the guys noticing, Jeremi really got it drilled into him, the
`i,' but was always cordial in meeting Alek's friends.


After they all got over `Alek' hooking a hot new friend, leaving the two to
themselves, Jeremi pops the question, "Would you like to come up to my
suite?"


Doing the math real quick, Alek knew there were only 2 suites on the top
floor. Depending on if you pushed the `A' button or the `B' button,
presenting thumbprint ID, the elevator door would either open to a person's
back or front. If a person knew they were headed to `A', their back to
would be at the `B' side of the elevator when it opened.


Thinking of this, Alek says, "Just imagine if I hit the wrong button!"


Shaking his head, he didn't know, Jeremi says, "What?"


Okay, it told Alek something, maybe Jeremi as shallow as Johnny, when it
came to goofing around about man-sex, thought he went for it, "Sneaking up
to me from behind?"


Unknown to Jeremi, he was more with it than Johnny, though play it cool, "I
didn't even know you then?"


Treading carefully, Alek replies, "Good thing, because I generally don't
care for it that way!"


He hoped he sent a message.


Fortunately, not that dense, Jeremi says, "Me neither. I would much rather
be on my knees, begging you!"


It made them both smile, like some life understanding situation had passed
between them.


When the guys came over, Alek had found that Zack had disappeared, which
had him labeling the turncoat as `coward', but wasn't too hard on him,
because he was liking the deception. `So what?' Alek was chocking it up to,
a night in bed with Zack, the slow build up, boring questions, at least he
got a nice blast out of it.


For Zack, he got answers to his questions and a nice nightcap!


"The guys," Alek stirs up interest, "are headed out to the club. Sort of a
`farewell' as we head out on our road trip tomorrow, if you want to go?"


"You don't want to see my suite?"


Alek knew, both suites identical, except for the persons whom stay there
and as much as he would like to get Jeremi stripped down, tongue wrapped
around his shaft, it's Johnny's whining that cans that idea, "Are you
ready, Alek?"  Addressing Jeremi, Johnny smiles, says, "Hi again!"


It made Jeremi smile, Alek treating Johnny in a smug way, instead of
telling him to `beat it.'


Hand on Johnny's shoulder, Alek says, "Sure. Give us a minute, okay
Johnny?"


Turning around, Alek was met with a smile, which prompted him to ask
Jeremi, "What?"


"Nothing," Jeremi replies.


That night, Alek was a little annoyed.


Entering their room, Jeremi wasn't sure where he was supposed to sleep.


Before Alek could offer assistance, Zack was on it, "There's a warm place
right here?" he shimmies his butt towards the outer edge of the bed,
patting the place in which he was warming up to Alek.


Thinking of himself as the `alpha', especially since it was really `his'
bed, since `he had paid' for the suite, Alek forgets all about jealousy,
looking upon Jeremi, shucking his shorts!


Instead of `reading Zack his rights,' Alek acts in agreement, "Yeah,
c'mon," joking, maybe as a means of getting even, "it was getting a little
boring in here anyway!"


Knocking off a facetious laugh, "Oh really?" Zach's hand reaches, down
across the bed at hip length, seizes the day, or rather Alek's cock,
"Doesn't look like you're bored, Al!"


Lashing back, coming out of the sweet character could be, Alek let's it be
known, "No, don't ever go there, Zack. It's Alek, not `Al'," said like it
was the wickedest thing anyone could ever do!


"Go where?" Zack asks, trying to cancel out his error.


Jeremi, he just stood there looking fox with his T-patt, dark-haired chest,
stripe down the middle of the start of a sixpack, disappearing among dark
pubes, allowing the two have it out.


By size cocks they owned added to the beginnings of working from a kiss to
sucking, then on to much more, Zack hardly thought it was... "Boring, Zack?
Anticipation of your lips wrapped around it? Get real!"


Though, Alek could not deny, the slow handjob wasn't too bad either!


More so, both had their adrenaline streams reignited, watching Jeremi stand
there, both hands cupping up his pleasure center.


Smiling, Zack says, "Don't be shy, Jere! Bring it here, bring it here," he
dramatically licks his lips.


"Jeremi," Jeremi reminds.


Zack immediately denounces the two, "Oh my god you guys are so picky!"


Once, Alek turns towards his 38-year old bed companion , "Really, Zack?"


The night ran its course. Many a time, Zack felt left out, especially when
it came to affectionate kissing between the two teens. Slowly he got the
`hint,' not fitting in the equation.


>From a hot suck'n'fuck session the evening before, Zack awoke first. He
turned his head with a smile on his face, but it slowly wore off. High
hopes had diminished quickly, not feeling at least Jeremi's arm slacked
over his bod. Instead, Jeremi was facing him, fast asleep. Cuddled in
Alek's arms, one lodged between Jeremi's legs, Zack was saddened, hoping he
would be the one to take a stake in the teens' lives, if not one of them.


Though, after last night, trading each other off like baseball cards, how
could he possibly wake in anger, "Oh well," he chocks it up to, "another
one for the record," he sits on the edge of the bed, turning his briefs
out. Shucking them in such a hurry last night, he didn't realize, with
lust, they were so knotted up!


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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee


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