Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 15:07:39 -0400
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: Barte Thornton

BARTE THORNTON
By
Lee Mariner
April 2002

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* * * * * *

THE BEGINNING

I was working as a salesperson in the men's
clothing and accessories department of John
Wanamaker's when I met Barte Thornton. He was
the type that had an almost hypnotic charisma
that filled a room when he walked in.

It had been a pretty slow day for a Friday and
I was up for the next customer that might walk
in when I saw him coming up the steps to the
mezzanine floor where men's apparel was. I
couldn't take my eyes off of him as he reached
the top step and stood for a moment before
walking down the aisle to where I was standing.

He stood about 6' and maybe weighed 165 or 170
lbs. with blue/black hair closely trimmed and
groomed. He looked like he might be 25yrs old.
He had a square jaw with full succulent red
lips and ice blue eyes. He was dressed in light
tan slacks and a pale green chiffon shirt with
a rust colored suede jacket. Tasseled cordovan
loafers finished his ensemble; it was
impeccably matched and fit as if tailored for
him. His stride was almost cat moving smoothly
across the marble floor. His eyes had held mine
since he had reached the top step and I could
feel a warmth in my groin that spread upwards
throughout my body.  The other guys looked at
me and one of them said, "your up Josh" but my
legs wouldn't respond as he approached stopping
just in front of me.

"Would one of you care too help me? I'm looking
for a calf skin jacket in black."

I finally managed to speak; "we have some over
here sir, if you will come with me."

His voice had a light Irish brogue and a slight
smile played at the corners of his mouth as he
spoke.

"What size and style would you be looking for
Mr... I'm sorry sir, I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't give it but it's Thornton, Barte
Thornton." He said his eyes laughing. "I want
an Eisenhower style in calfskin as I said with
a black silk or nylon lining in a 44.

I searched through the racks but there were no
44's that I could find. He had been going
through another rack and found his size holding
it up looking at it.

The Eisenhower style has become very popular
Mr. Thornton, I'm glad you found your size.
Would you care to try it on?"

"I couldn't find one in New York last week and
was hoping you had them. Macy's or
Strawbridge's neither one had my size or the
lining I wanted. Hold my jacket for me will you
please."

He removed his suede jacket and the muscles
rippled under his tight shirt. His chest was
thick and broad with sculpted cut pectoral
muscles. Smooth sinewy neck and shoulder
muscles with hard lean biceps and forearms.
Thick ripped abs were visible under the tight
shirt material and a very narrow waist.
Slipping the jacket on he snapped it shut at
the waist and zipped it up halfway turning to
look into a full-length mirror. Even with tan
slacks he was stunning and his eyes looked back
at me from the mirror smiling.

"I'll take it Mr...."

"Morrison Mr. Thornton. Josh Morrison. It looks
great on you."

"Just want I have been wanting. Would you
charge it to my account and have it sent to the
Palmer House off Rittenhouse Square?"

"I'm afraid it won't be delivered until Monday
sir. I'm afraid if you want it earlier perhaps
you should take it with you."

"That's a little inconvenient Josh, I'm on my
way to an engagement and I'm late now. I won't
be in until later this evening and I did want
the jacket for later tonight."

"I get off at 9:30 Mr. Thornton and my
apartment is on Spruce St. I could drop it by
for you on my way home since the Palmer is only
a block over."

"I can't ask you to do that Josh, but I
appreciate the offer. I'll take it with me as
inconvenient as it will be. I do want it for
later."

He looked at me with his ice blue eyes and I
knew I was going to deliver it for him.

"It's no problem at all, I walk almost right by
the Palmer and it would be a pleasure."

"I really appreciate your help Josh, thanks a
lot. I'm in suite 400 and I should be home
before you get there. Come on up and we can
have a drink together."

* * * * * *

The remainder of the afternoon and evening
crawled by. I had my dinner break in the
employee's lunchroom but Barte's lilting Irish
brogue was running through my head like an
Irish melody. I couldn't keep my cock from
swelling every time I remembered what he looked
like. I kept fantasizing about what it would be
like if he and I could spend the rest of the
weekend together.

After what seemed like an eternity, the closing
bells rang and we put things away. Customers
knew we closed at 9PM so many had already left
the store except for the usual hangers on that
seem to always take their time regardless of
the fact that it was yours they were wasting.

My department closed quickly and we turned the
lights out pulling the extension gates across
the top of the steps. I had the shopping bag
that contained Bartes jacket with the sales
slip that I showed telling the guard I was
going to drop it off for a customer on my way
home. I punched the clock, leaving through the
employee's entrance on 13th St. The night was
cool but I still intended on going to the
Westbury Bar after I got home, showered, shaved
and changed clothes into something more
suitable for the evening.

Instead of taking Spruce St. to where my
apartment was I walked on Chestnut St. That
would bring me a little closer and I wouldn't
have to double back but could drop off the
jacket and be in my place in just a few
minutes. Rittenhouse Square was one of the
hottest cruising spots in Philadelphia but it
was a little cool for sitting on the benches
waiting for people walking their dogs. Dogs
were always the best icebreaker if someone
caught your eye and vice versa.

The Palmer House sat right on the square and I
had heard that the suites that faced the square
were always rented. Guests could almost cruise
the square from their rooms by using field
glasses. I had never been in the place, too
expensive for me but I didn't even question
whey Barte was staying there. It seemed natural
that he would and I had noticed that his
account at the store had no limit on it when I
charged the jacket to it.

I went inside and told the clerk at the rather
ornate check in desk that I had a delivery for
Mr. Thornton in suite 400.  He dialed a number
and I could see his lips moving as he was
talking with someone. Replacing the received he
turned facing me.

"Go right up sir, Mr. Thornton is expecting
you. The elevators are over to your right."

>From what I could see, the lobby was decorated
in a burnished gold with red damask drapes and
potted plants placed at the proper intervals.
The carpet was a plush, very deep almost
burgundy color with golden fleur de leis. There
was no sound as the elevator moved up its shaft
opening at the 4th floor.  A small brass plate
opposite the elevator doors indicated the
direction of Barte's suite. Reaching the
entrance too the suite I started to knock when
the door opened silently. Barte stood inside
holding the door in one hand and a cigarette in
the other with what appeared to be a crystal
goblet containing an amber liquid. He was
wearing a dark blue brocaded dressing gown
loosely tied at the waist and was barefooted.
His hair glistened under the overhead lights as
if it was damp and his eyes flashed.

"Come on in Josh, I really appreciate you doing
this for me. What can I offer you?"

"Just a light scotch and soda Mr. Thornton, I
can't stay very long."

"Please Josh, call me Barte. Can't stay, I was
hoping you had a few minutes. Do you have plans
for this evening?"

He handed me the drink in a duplicate crystal
goblet. The robe belt slipped and the folds of
the gown fell open slightly showing he was
naked. He didn't seem to attempt to close if
very quickly as he sat his drink down. I had a
good look at his magnificently muscled swimmers
body. Thick black pubic hair surrounded a long
thick uncut cock resting on full large balls.
He saw me gaping at him as he closed the gown
and picked up his drink.

Barte looked at me with his icy blue eyes
drilling into mine.

"Are you sure you can't stay for at least one
more drink Josh?" He said glancing down at my
now full crotch.

"I've got to be getting home Barte. It's been a
long day and I need a good hot shower and some
fresh clothes. I'll be meeting some friends at
the Westbury a little later if you would like
to drop in for a drink with us."

It was as if a light dimmed in his eyes for a
second. Breathing in quickly he looked at me
again.

"Maybe I can make it Josh, might be fun. How
late will you be there?"

"We usually close it at 2AM and then get some
breakfast somewhere."

"Sounds like fun. Let me see what I can work
out and I might just be able to make it."

I finished the drink he had made in one gulp
and set the glass on the bar as he opened the
door. I left without another word being said.
He smiled as I passed him and then closed the
door.

In the elevator I kicked myself for not taking
him up on his very obvious overture but I was
really just a little shaken by how quick he
came on. That was unusual in the circles I
lived in. I wondered, for a moment, what he had
to check out at that time of the night when I
suggested meeting at the Westbury but I put it
out of my mind.
* * * * * *

I hurried out of the hotel for the short walk
to my apartment on Spruce. The temperature
seemed to have dropped another degree or two
and there was dampness in the air. September
could be funny that way in Philadelphia. There
weren't very many people out in the Square as I
skirted it but then it was late and the weather
was a factor in reducing the numbers.

My apartment is a second floor walkup and I had
had digital combination locks installed after
renting it doing away with the key lock. People
moved in and out of apartments and there was
always the chance someone would have a
duplicate key if I didn't change the locks. The
apartment was warm when I entered and felt
good. The place wasn't very large; as
apartments go only a single bedroom with living
room, eat in kitchen and bath. The rooms were
big except for the bedroom and ran from front
to rear of the building. The living room was
the width of the building with a small hallway
to the back, bedroom and bath off of the
hallway and the kitchen again the full width of
the building. I was lucky finding something so
close in too center city with most things
within walking distance. Trying to have a car
in center city Philadelphia was an exercise in
futility what with a total lack of parking
space other then on the streets.

I made myself a quick mug of herb tea and took
it into my bedroom sipping as I walked. I
hadn't made the bed and it looked just a bit
sloppy but I thought, "what the hell its just
me here". I stripped laying my clothes across
the unmade bed and taking another swig of the
tea and started for the bath and a hot shower.

Glancing in the full-length mirror I had on one
wall of the bedroom, I stopped. I saw the
reflection of a good-looking virile young man,
24 years old. Light sandy hair with hazel eyes
and a smooth well proportioned body. Not
muscular but nicely defined and unblemished
muscles stretched over a 6' frame. Large
brownish tits on each breast with dark nipples
and a hard flat stomach with ample almost
golden pubic hair. A better than average
endowment of 7 cut inches rested on large full
balls. A small waist with hard ass cheeks and
thighs muscular from swimming ending in smooth
well turned calves and average feet. I ran my
hands over what I considered a really nice body
and I worked to keep it that way in the gym.
Not ripped and sculpted as Barte from what I
had seen but nothing to be ashamed of.

It was getting late and I showered quickly
wishing I could linger a little longer and
drain the juice from my aching nuts but
hopefully that would be taken care of later, I
had the entire weekend off.

Since I had been working in the men's
department, I had acquired a pretty nice
wardrobe and selected washed out Bugle Boy
jeans with a white Greg Parry collarless
pullover. White Nikes and my dark blue lined
Munsingwear windbreaker finished it off. I had
splashed a little Aramis cologne on after
shaving. I tossed the clothes I had taken off
into the clothes hamper and straightened the
bed linens out before leaving.

The walk to the bar seemed a little short and I
found myself wondering if Barte would be there
or maybe come in later. "Damn" I thought "why
in hell did I run instead of staying with him
when I had the chance."

The Westbury is not a large bar as gay bars go
but it was cozy and had an air of intimacy. The
music was not so loud you couldn't talk
normally and usually you could find a seat at
either the bar or at one of the several tables
and booths. An opaque glass door to the gay
friendly hotel of the same name connected it. I
liked it over the larger noisy bars. There did
not seem to be that many people and I took a
seat on a stool at the far end of the oval bar.
I usually did if one was available, you could
see the door and check who came in without
turning and craning your neck.

"Little late tonight Josh, what will it be, the
usual?"

"You got it Ray, nice and cold. Where's
everyone at?"

Ray had been the bartender for as long as I had
been coming into the bar. He was in his mid
30's with the beginnings of salt & pepper at
his temples. Nice smooth facial lines and brown
eyes that matched his hair with wide shoulders
and muscled chest. He had a small waist and in
overall good shape. Ray was a man in his prime
and very confident of himself. I had been to
bed with him once and he was more then adequate
as a lover, knowing what buttons to push and
not in a hurry. He didn't talk much in bed, or
anytime for that matter, he let his hands and
lips do that for him. Ray let you know he
appreciated being with you and you both were
going to enjoy the time spent together.

Ray set my Miller Lite on the bar with a glass
and looked at me with both hands resting
against the inner lip of the bar.

"People have been drifting in and out ever
since I came on Josh. You looking for anyone in
particular tonight?"

"I'm not sure Ray, I met him this afternoon at
the store. He said me might see me here but he
didn't sound sure."

"If he stands you up he has got to be nuts.
Holler when you need another one."

Ray moved down the bar taking care of other
customers. I couple of guys I knew came up and
said hello with a little chit chat about the
weather and all the tricks staying in where it
was warm instead of coming out. The usual bar
chat with nothing serious. One of the guys had
a really nice body and the right equipment and
all but he was like a fucking rabbit in bed. He
gave me the eye like he wanted a rematch and
hung behind me every now and then pushing his
crotch against my ass. When I turned sideways
he shrugged and moved away.

I asked Ray for another Miller and as he was
setting it on the bar, the outside door opened.
Barte stepped inside dressed completely in
black. He was wearing the new jacket with
brushed black leather pants and boots. The
jacket was snapped shut but not zipped showing
the black pullover he was wearing. I'm not into
leather but I felt a surge in my groin as he
stood there his eyes surveying the bar. Ray
turned following the direction of my eyes and
then moved down the bar.

Barte spotted me and smiled as he walked to
where I was sitting. He exuded sex and every
eye was on him as he glided across the floor
too where I was.

"Mind if I join you? I was hoping you would be
here. Josh."

"I told you I would and no, I don't mind. What
would you like to drink?"

"I'll have brandy if they have it."

I nodded in Ray's direction and he came over
his eyes scanning Barte. There was no emotion
just the digesting of the appearance of another
customer but I bet he was filing everything he
saw away.

"Ray, Barte. He would like a brandy."

Ray didn't extend his hand like he usually did,
just asked "any particular brand you would like
Barte?"

"I doubt you carry Napoleon. What other brands
would you have?"

"We do have Napoleon at $10.00 a snifter if
that's what you want."

I detected a slight edge in Ray's voice and
that was not like him at all, it bothered me
just a little. If Barte noticed it, he didn't
show it.

"I'll have a snifter then please."

Ray walked away and Barte pulled a stool closer
sitting beside me. I could smell the aroma of
an unknown expensive cologne as he sat there
his blue eyes flashing as he watched Ray walk
away from us.

"Not a very pleasant fellow is he Josh?"

"You know bartenders Barte, they have good and
bad days. This might be one of Ray's bad ones.
What is that cologne you're wearing? I've never
smelled anything like it."

"It's not sold in the states Josh. I pick it up
whenever I'm in Europe. It's Turkish Musk, very
subtle and not overpowering like so many of the
colognes made be Calvin Klein and others. I'll
let you have a bottle of it if you would like
it."

Barte was sitting facing me and his hand was
moving very slowly up and down the inside of my
thigh his eyes looking into mine as he spoke.

"I was disappointed you couldn't stay earlier
Josh but seeing you now is exciting. You look
so much better dressed like this and not in a
grungy business suit."

I could feel my guts melting as his hand moved
closer and closer to where my hard cock had
stretched down the inside of my leg. I was
breathing a little heavier and he didn't take
his eyes from.

Barte moved his hand when Ray returned with his
brandy. He picked it up and ran the glass
beneath his nose inhaling before taking a sip
sitting the glass down on the bar.

"That's $10 bucks." Ray said again with the
slight hard edge in his tone.

Barte reached inside of the leather jacket and
drew out a $50. "Sorry all I have is a $50 with
me."

"No problem bud." Ray took the bill and
returned with two $20's glancing at me as he
put them in front of Barte.

I saw a faint questioning flicker in his eyes
before he turned and went to other customers at
the bar.

"Have you known the bartender very long Josh?
He does seem a little surly for dealing with
the public."

"Only from coming in here." I lied. There was
no reason he should know Ray and I had been in
bed before.

My cock was still throbbing as I looked at his
profile, it was classic. There was a faint hint
of Michelangelo's statue of David in the smooth
lines of his face. The body I already knew
matched the statue except David's endowment was
much smaller then what I had seen earlier.
Every time he spoke with that Irish brogue, he
words dripped sex. I had met good-looking men
before but Barte had a charisma that reached
out and pulled you too him. He had an arrogance
that came from knowing who he was and what he
wanted but he did not seem to push himself on
you. The erotic feelings that rushed through me
told me I wanted him and he knew I did. I was
trying to be nonchalant but not succeeding. I
drained the last of my beer and looked for Ray
to order another when I felt his hand squeezing
my thigh.

"Why don't we get out of here and go back to
the Palmer? I know we would be a lot more
comfortable."

Ray had seen me finish my beer and started to
pull another from the cold case. I nodded my
head negatively as Bart and I stood up. Barte
left most of his brandy on the bar and turned
too the door. Ray nodded his head and beckoned
for me. Barte stopped with his hand on the door
crash bar as I leaned over where Ray was
standing.

"Be careful Josh. He's dangerous."

Before I could ask what he meant, he turned
away. I shrugged and left with Barte.

"What did he say as we were leaving Josh?"

"Just told me to have a good time." I lied
again not sure why I felt I needed to.

The walk to the Palmer House was quick and we
were in Bartes suite before I realized it. He
took his jacket off throwing it in one of the
chairs as he went to the bar.

"You were drinking Miller Lite I think weren't
you. I'll join you in one."

The black pullover and brushed black leather
pants seemed to enhance the perfection of his
body. Smooth muscles rippled as he moved and
his biceps hardened as he untwisted the caps on
the bottles. I could see a pronounced bulge in
his crotch and wondered if he was wearing
jockey or boxer shorts. I hadn't seen it before
but he had a tribal tattoo bracelet around the
bicep of his left arm just below the tight
short sleeve of his shirt. I didn't object to
tattoo's but didn't have any myself. This one
on Barte only made him more masculine as it
seemed to interlock the symbols as his bicep
flexed.

"Josh, will you excuse me for a moment, I'll be
right back."

Barte disappeared into the bedroom carrying his
beer with him. I looked around the sitting
room, it had more space than my entire
apartment and I wondered what the rent was. The
room was furnished in masculine browns and tans
with several Corinthian leather chairs and
couches. The carpet was a thick dark brown with
what looked like a Chinese puzzle design in the
center in contrasting hues of gold, tan, and
dark red. There was a huge mirror where the
built in wet bar had been strategically placed
that reflected the entire room. I was looking
in the mirror when Barte came back in the room.

He had changed and was dressed in a sheer white
linen robe that had black borders. The robe
only covered him; it did not cover what was
underneath. Every curve, every line of his body
was clearly visible and his cock swung like a
pendulum from side to side as he walked.
The soft room lights seemed to create a golden
aura about him as he moved to where I was
standing, his icy blue eyes watching me. The
only muscle in my body that responded was my
cock thickening and sliding down my pants leg
again as it hardened. I was so entranced that
my beer started slipping from my hand and I
grabbed it.

I was so enthralled at seeing him I know my
mouth must have been hanging open but I managed
to gasp, "My God Barte, you are fantastic. God
but you're gorgeous." I stood fixed in one spot
as my eyes devoured the absolutely fantastic
vision that he was. I had never seen a man as
magnificent in my short gay life.

Barte removed the beer from my fingers and
sitting it on the bar with his he turned
towards me not 2" from me smiling.

"Why don't you get comfortable Josh? I know you
would feel better in this other robe I brought
for you."

I didn't notice he had been carrying another
robe over his arm when he like appeared from
the bedroom, it was a duplicate of the one he
had draped over his broad shoulders the belt
loosely tied. The sheerness of the cloth only
seemed to make his body look more perfect and
desirable.

"Sit over there and take your shoes off and let
me undress you."

I had already taken my jacket off and I sat
down removing my Nikes. Barte stood close as I
was removing my shoes and I could see his cock
had lengthened slightly but it still looked
huge in a semi flaccid state. Standing again,
he moved close and put his arms around me
pulling us together as his lips sought mine in
a tantalizingly soft kiss. His tongue flicked
over my lips and I could feel his hands
exploring my back muscles as I opened my mouth
accepting his tongue in a battle with mine. The
passion was building in both of us and I felt
the hardness of his cock pressing against mine.
As he pulled my shirt over my head, I unsnapped
the jeans and pushed them down over my hips
taking my jockeys with them. He had withdrawn
his hips slightly as I pushed my clothes down
and when my cock sprang free from its
confinement he ground his groin against me his
hands holding my ass cheeks tight as he crushed
our cocks together.

His eyes were filled with lust as they bore
into mine. I could feel the immensity of his
cock as he drove it into my crotch pressing him
even tighter against me his hard muscled arms
holding us tight. My breathing had become
ragged and my cock ached pressed against his
rock hard abdominal muscles. I felt as if he
had sucked the life out of me with his
passionate kisses. Barte did not say a word
during the time we were exploring each others
bodies, his eyes and hands were telling me what
he wanted and I responded equally as he guided
us into the bedroom.

I was so horny and hot that I didn't pay any
attention to the room except it had a large
over King size bed that seemed to swallow us as
we lay on it. He covered my body with his as
his tongue and lips drove me crazy with desire
and need. Twice he sucked my cock bringing me
almost over the edge and then he would release
me kissing me softly as the urgency slipped
away. The need for my nuts to empty was killing
me but I was in a euphoric stupor and let him
do what he wanted. It didn't matter that he had
not offered himself to me once during his
sexual onslaught. I was floating in the clouds
over Olympus the delight of ecstatic shock
waves washing over me. Barte had touched and
kissed me in all of the nerve numbing secret
spots he had found as he explored every nook
and cranny of me and I felt like I was on fire
about ready to explode if I didn't cum soon.

In the sex, lust filled recesses of my mind; I
heard a knocking sound and Barte leave the bed
with a muffled curse. I watched him leave the
room closing the door behind him. Lifting my
self up on my elbows, I looked around the room
and saw 4 video cameras sitting up on tripods
the lenses aimed at the bed. One camera was
located at each corner of the bed but there was
no light indicating they had been on while we
had been in bed. There was another wet bar in
the room and several chairs sitting around. It
was like a small theatre and that realization
made me sit bolt upright. Suddenly Ray's
warning flashed through my head, "he's
dangerous."

I jumped out of the bed looking for my clothes
and remembered they were in the other room. I
saw the blue robe Barte had worn earlier when I
delivered his jacket and I put it on walking to
the door naked and barefooted with the robe
around me. Reaching for the knob I heard
muffled voices but I could make out what was
being said.

"Is he ready Barte. From what you have said he
must be fantastic. George and I had been
waiting for you to get back from Europe and
invite us over."

"Don't worry Gregory, he is as hot as a
firecracker. For a $1000 and hour you will get
more then your money's worth. He's waiting
inside and the videos are set up. Remember they
cost $2000 for each copy you want. Josh is over
18 so there is no problem with being a minor.
Let me get his clothes and things in the
bedroom for the visual effects and give me 5
minutes before you come in. The chairs are set
up, I'll set the cameras on automatic and we
will be in bed. Remember 5 minutes after I get
inside."

"Will we get anything other then just a show
Barte? I want my cock sucked as well as
watching you and what's his name fucking and
sucking each other. Do you think he'll let us
fuck him for more money?"

"We'll have to see about that George. We don't
want to push him too far the first time. If he
is as good as I think he is going to be, there
might be repeat shows later. Who knows maybe in
Europe as well? 5 minutes now."

In the silence that followed, I felt like every
ounce of my strength had left my body. I felt
shamed and violated by what I had heard. I
couldn't believe what I had heard; Barte was
selling himself and me. Where I had just felt
drained, a rage filled me as I waited for him
to come back into the bedroom.

I took Bartes robe off and stood naked as he
came inside. When he didn't see me in the bed
he turned and I hit him as hard as I could on
the jaw. He dropped like a wet fish on the
floor holding my clothes.

Grabbing my clothes I started dressing cursing
him as I put them on, "You lousy son of a
bitch, you dirty cocksucking bastard. I came
here with you thinking you wanted to be with me
and you're going to sell seats and videos of us
having sex. No way sucker. Get up from there
and I'll bust your fucking head. Goddamn but
you're a filthy bastard. You didn't have the
guts to ask me if I would do it. No, you had to
get me all hot and horny thinking I would go
along with you. Christ you must thing everyone
falls sucker for you like I almost did."

Barte pleaded with me, "Josh, please. You can
make yourself $6 or $7,000 for just a few hours
in bed with me. Those men will pay almost
anything to watch us having sex together and
maybe suck them off later. Christ Josh, what's
wrong with that?"

"What's wrong Barte? You ask what's wrong? You
didn't have the decenincey too ask me if I
would do it. Maybe I would have if you had
asked but you didn't trust me. God knows I
wanted you bad enough I might have done it but
I've never done anything like it and probably
would have turned you down. If you want to sell
yourself, that's your business. I can't condemn
you for that but I do for playing with
someone's emotions like you played me, that's
wrong."

The rage and shame in me had subsided some and
Barte got up moving away from me and sat on the
edge of the bed nursing his jaw where I had hit
him. He would have a bruise there for a time
afterwards. I was fully dressed when the door
opened, the 5 minutes had elapsed and the two
much older men entered the room. I recognized
Gregory Manning and his eyes got so big I
thought he was going too run.

"You and your friend come on in Mr. Manning,
don't worry, no one is going to find out about
this. Barte made a mistake bringing me here."

"Damn Josh, I didn't connect the name when he
mentioned it outside. I didn't know you were
into this."

"I'm not Mr. Manning, I just said Barte made a
mistake tonight. I'm surprised that you are
though."

"Gregory, you and Josh know each other?" Barte
said from where he was sitting on the bed his
robe open revealing that magnificent body and
his very flaccid cock.

"Mr. Manning is a customer at the store and
also the Vice-President where I bank. We've
seen each other several times haven't we?"

"Oh yes we know each other Barte. Josh is the
main reason I visit Wanamaker's hoping he will
give me a tumble but doubt it will happen now,
too bad."

The situation had calmed down some and Barte
got up closing his robe. The man named George
hadn't said a word while we were talking, just
stood listening before he spoke.

"I guess this means the deal is off then. No
show, no sex right."

"If you mean with me in, you are right. What
you work out with Barte is up to him. As for
me, I'm going back to the Westbury and if I'm
lucky a man that wants me for me will be
there."

I started to leave brushing past Gregory
Manning and he took my arm squeezing my bicep
as he whispered, "are you sure you won't change
your mind Josh? I'd love just seeing you in bed
making love too yourself."

"Come by the store Mr. Manning, I have a couple
of suits that you might like."  I saw a faint
smile on his face as I left the room.

* * * * * *

Because of the hour, there was no one at the
desk as I left the Palmer House. The main doors
were locked but a smaller side door was used at
night and pushing on the panic bar it opened.

I stepped out of the door and stood under the
burgundy canopy in the crisp night air for a
minute breathing in deep sucking the cold air
into my lungs. I was still horny but I felt
better. I checked my watch and it was not quite
1AM, the damp mist had changed into a very
light drizzle. Turning the collar up on my
jacket I headed back to the Westbury at a brisk
walk, the streets almost empty except for a few
cruising cars that would pull up beside the
curb the drivers old and young showing their
hard cocks hoping you would get in. Most of the
younger drivers were jailbait and could even be
plants by the police. I never did figure out
how the cops could get away with that kind of
entrapment but they did.

Ray was behind the bar washing glasses and
glanced up as I came inside. He shook the water
from his hands and with a quick dry on a towel
he pulled a Miller Lite from the case and
carried it to the end of the bar where I always
sat.

I lifted my buns up on the stool accepting the
beer. He didn't say anything, just stood there
with a soft look in his eyes.

Taking a long pull at the beer, I sighed
looking back at him, "seems like there are
leprechauns in Ireland Ray but not all of them
lead you to hidden treasures. At least not the
kind you hope for."

Ray smiled and moved to the other end of the
bar taking care of another customer of the 6
that were still in the bar hoping. The young
fellows had already left and the older ones
left were probably waiting in vain or they
might pair up with each other. The guy that Ray
had served a beer looked at me longingly but I
averted my eyes. You could see he was just a
notch above being homeless and needing a place
to flop hopefully with a warm body. I felt a
little sorry for him, the thought going through
my mind that "but for the grace of God, there
go I."

Ray sat another beer before me replacing the
empty. I was thinking about what had happened
and realized that there had been some exciting
moments when Barte was teasing me, lifting me
up close to a cataclysmic climax and then
allowing me to drop off. God but that had felt
like my nuts were trying to escape through the
head of my cock and when he carried me to those
heights again I thought my body was going to
explode with the intensity of the urge to reach
my climax. He had squeezed the base of my cock
that time stretching my nuts with the other
hand preventing the sperm from gushing up and
out of the head of my blood engorged cock. Talk
about taking your breath away, that was
something I had never felt before. Barte was
good at getting you really turned on.

Maybe, just maybe if he had asked me beforehand
I might have gone along with him and given
those men a real trip into the voyeuristic
world they enjoyed. There wasn't really
anything vulgar about it, two young healthy
horny guys having sex with someone watching.
Pretty much like looking at porn videos of
muscle bound guys having sex and you jerking
off at the same time with them.

The thought flashed in my mind that maybe
Manning wouldn't be that bad in bed. He was
nice looking with full silver hair and blue
eyes. I had seen him half stripped when he
tried on trousers in the store and he had a
solid body for someone probably in his early
60's. For a second I was hoping he would come
into the store to check on the suits I had
mentioned when I left him.

I sat there with all different thoughts running
through my head and must have been off in a
fog. Ray was standing in front of me again.

"Getting ready to close Josh, you want one more
beer before I close the cash register?"

"I can think of something I want more than
another beer Ray."

"Well, I don't know much about leprechauns Josh
but I do know a home grown type that's
available if you're interested in his
treasures."

"Do you think he might be interested in going
to bed with a fairy?"

"Don't see why not Josh. Let me get this place
closed and maybe we can find out."

The intense urge in my groin increased as I
watched Ray move back to the cash register with
the same grace that Barte had. I knew the night
was not going to be wasted as I rubbed my hand
over the hardness lying alongside of my thigh.

* * * * * *

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