Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2002 07:45:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ian Boldt <lightningman02@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life of Luxury Part 5

Hey guys heres part five.  Sorry it took so long to get ready.  In case
there are those of you out there who are wondering if this is based on real
life experiences the answer is no.  This is a pure work of fiction.  All
names and places that match other peoples lives is strictly coincidental.

If you are no of the legal viewing age in your area or do not wish to read
anything that has homosexual sex in it then I suggest you leave.  If it
doesn't bother you and you like reading something that has homosexual sex
in it then I suggest you continue and enjoy.

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"Eric, dude, what the fuck's wrong?" asked Brendan

"Oh yea Brendan, maybe we should ask your little whore-bag over here," said
Eric staring at me and not paying any attention as Brendan made his way
closer to Eric, "Huh Alex? What's the matter with me?"

"I don't know but I can guess," I said meekly.

"You can guess! You don't know! I think you know exactly what the problem
is. Don't you?" said Eric, two seconds later he was on the ground and
Brendan had the gun.

"Get up!" yelled Brendan at Eric as he lay whimpering on the floor, "Alex
call the police. I can't believe you would do something this fucking
stupid!"

Meanwhile I was on the phone with the police dispatcher who asked for the
address.

"Hey Brendan, what's the address?" I asked.

"10441 Mapleton Drive," said Brendan.

I told the dispatcher and she said the police were on their way. I hung up
the phone and looked at Eric as he lay there on the floor. When I looked up
my eyes met Brendan's and he mouthed, "I'm sorry." There was a knock on the
door and I went to open it.

"Mr. Mayfield?" asked a police officer.

"Yes that's me. He's in here," I said. I led them to the home theater where
Brendan was keeping an eye on Eric.

"What happened?" asked the officer.

"We were talking and Eric came in here with a gun. He was focused on me and
Brendan managed to get the gun away from Eric and I called you guys," I
answered.

"Any idea why he might be so mad?" asked the officer.

"Yea, because this slut just moved here from New York and he somehow
managed to bag my best friend," sighed Eric.

"Well, well. Okay get up, so we can cuff you," said the officer to Eric.

"Officer, we don't want to press charges or anything. Is there a way you
could let him go with a warning or something?" I asked anxiously.

"Nope, he'll have to go to jail for at least twenty-four hours," said the
officer, "Let's go boy."

They led Eric out of the house; Brendan put his arm around me and said,

"I'm so sorry this had to happen on your first real day with the people of
California."

"Hey its not your fault, and I'm kind of getting used to being called a
whore," I said smiling, "But I am kinda hungry."

"Really? What are you hungry for?" asked Brendan demurely.

"I'm thinking French, what about you?" I asked.

"Oh...I don't know whatever you want."

"Well, I don't want something too heavy."

"Why not?"

"Because dessert promises to be most appetizing."

"I see. Well let's get changed and showered and I'll take you to a spot
that me and my friends love."

"One small problem Brendan, I have nothing to wear."

"Alex, we are about the same size aren't we?"

"Yea...oh I get it."

"Okay, you go upstairs and use the shower in the master bedroom. When
you're done come to my room. It's the one on the left across the bridge
from the master."

"'Kay."

I walked upstairs, showered, and went into Brendan's room. Room! It was
more like an apartment. When you walked in there was a marble foyer which
led to a nice sitting room with a built in entertainment center, this
opened up into the bedroom. In the bedroom there were three doors and an
alcove that looked like a study space. The doors were open and I walked
over to the first one and saw that it was a huge walk-in-closet. The second
door opened up into the same closet and the last I presumed led to the
bathroom. I walked over to one of the dressers and opened a drawer. I found
Brendan's underwear collection. Mostly boxer briefs, but there were some
jocks, tighty-whiteys, and even a few thongs.

"Ahem," said a voice.

I turned and saw Brendan standing naked in front of me, and dripping water
all over the floor.

"Do you know where I can find a towel?" he asked innocently.

"Yea, right here," I said indicating the towel around my waist, "But you're
gonna hafta come and get it."

He came towards me and I bolted out the other door and ran over to the
bed. I turned to see if he was coming after me when all of a sudden Brendan
tackled me, throwing me onto the bed. He ripped the towel off of me. He
grabbed the towel and dried himself off.

"Thanks," he said throwing the towel back at me.

"Oh you shit!" I said as I threw the towel down and ran to tackle him. We
wrestled and I managed to pin him by sitting on his stomach with my legs
holding his together so he couldn't move them, and holding his arms over
his head.

"Now bitch you are gonna apologize to me," I said.

"I'm sorry, dude," said Brendan laughing.

"Nope that's not good enough," I said leaning down and sucking on his
nipple.

"Ohh yea..." moaned Brendan.

"You're forgiven," I said getting up off of him, "Let's get dressed. I'm
starving."

He gave me a pair of black Gucci slacks and a white Gucci shirt. I put my
Gucci loafers on and went downstairs.

"What car do you wanna take?" I asked.

"I don't care. You can pick," he said as he opened a door that led to the
garage. There were about ten different cars in there and I chose the new
Tahoe. We got in and were on our way.

We drove down Mull Holland Drive until we got to Santa Monica. We drove
down the Pacific Coast highway until we reached Venice Beach. We parked the
Tahoe and got out. Brendan led me to the boardwalk and we walked along it
until we came to a little café full of people. I looked around and
noticed some people from school. Brendan was talking with the owner, so I
tapped him on the shoulder and told him I was going to sit with the gang,
he nodded his approval. I made my way over to the table; while I was on my
way somebody came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes.

"Guess who?" a female voice said from behind me.

I felt the hands then said,

"Camille."

"You're no fun," she said as she put her arm through mine and led me to the
table, "Hey guys look who I found."

They all looked at me and said hello. I sat down between Camille and
Sebastian.

"Where'd Colleen go?" asked Camille.

"I don't know she just got up and left," said Sebastian, turning to me he
said, "So how did you find us?"

"Brendan brought me," I answered.

"Really?" said Camille eyeing me suspiciously.

"Yes, really," I countered.

"Hmmm..." was all she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"What's what supposed to mean babe?" asked Brendan putting his hands on my
shoulders. The table got very quiet and everyone turned to look at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You just called Alex, babe," said Belle smiling.

"Oh I did? Well I guess I should tell you guys now," said Brendan.

I looked at him with pleading eyes not to say anything, but he ignored my
gaze.

"Well, I've known all of you guys since we were little kids, well most of
you anyways. I'm gay. Plain and simple."

Everyone sat stunned looking at him as if he had five heads.

"Hey B-man that is totally cool with me," said Sebastian. As if by cue the
others all said something of the same sort.

"Did you do this?" asked Camille with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Me?" I said as innocently as I could.

"If you must know. Alex awakened all my pent-up passion," said Brendan
making everyone laugh. Scarlette came running back in from outside and
slammed her fist down on the table to get everyone's attention.

"Y'all ain't nehvah gonnah bahlieve the shit thaht just went down!"

We all looked at her expectantly.

"Eric was juhst rahleased from jahl!" she said.

Immediately my face blanched and I looked at Brendan.

"Why the hell was he in jail?" asked Doug.

"Colleen tahld me tah ahsk Brendan or Alex," said Scarlette. Immediately
everyone turned and looked at us.

"What happened?" asked Sebastian taking a sip of water.

I looked at Brendan and before he could say anything I said,

"Before we came here we were at Brendan's house talking in the home
theater. Eric came in and interrupted us and we realized he had a gun."

"What?!? Eric would never do that," said Doug in disbelief.

"Believe me he had a gun," said Brendan, "I knocked it out of his hands and
told Alex to call the cops. They came but Alex said he didn't want to press
charges or anything but the cop said that they had to take him in."

"Why didn't you tell us this when you came here?" asked Tyrone speaking up
for the first time.

"Because we didn't think it was anybody's business," said Brendan.

"Well the important thing is that you guys are okay," said Traci.

"I agree," said Sebastian closing the discussion.

We all started to get ready to leave and I paid for everyone as a way of
making amends. Everyone said that I didn't need to do that but I felt I
should after all the trouble I had caused today.

"Its not your fault Eric is such a fuck-up," said Jessica.

"Don't worry Alex," said Camille as we were leaving, "Eric needed to be
reminded that he doesn't get everything he wants. But be warned, you are
gonna be on Colleen's list. She doesn't really like Eric but when somebody
does something against her family she takes it personally. So look out. See
ya tomorrow."

"What do you wanna do?" asked Brendan when we were in his Tahoe.

"Let's go back to my house. You can stay there and I want to introduce you
to Miss Barclay," I said.

"Now who is this Miss Barclay you keep mentioning?" asked Brendan.

"She's the housekeeper. Actually she's more like my mother. She's always
been in my life, ever since I can remember. That reminds me, I know it's a
little early but I want you to come with me for Christmas to Lech," I said.

"To where?" asked Brendan.

"Lech, Austria," I answered.

"Why?"

"Well, my mother deemed it appropriate that I start to take my place in
international society. So I am to go skiing with young Pierre, son of the
Baron de Rothschild, and several of my parents friends children from all
over the globe."

"Sounds like fun."

"Oh believe me it's a blast. 20 young men and women from the richest
families all over the world. Frankly I'm surprised you haven't been yet."

"Let me tell you something Alex. My parents are part of your parents
`International Society' and I told them when I was ready I would join them
in their incessant globetrotting lifestyles. But until then they won't come
near me."

"Oh, so you're gonna leave me with all those people, some of whom are very
attractive gay or bisexual men. Oh well, more fun for me."

"Oh alright I'll go."

"Thanks Brendan. You know I love you."

"Yeah whatever," he said rolling his eyes.

"Hey turn left here," I said pointing to Sunset Boulevard turn off. Brendan
turned and maneuvered into the traffic on the busy street."

"Which one is it?" he asked.

"Go down four blocks and on the fifth block it's the fourth house on the
left," I answered.

He pulled up to the gate and looked at me.

"5134," I answered his unspoken question. He pushed the numbers and the
gate opened to reveal my three-acre front lawn that is meticulously cared
for by an army of landscapes.

"Drive up under the porte-cochere and go ahead and kill the engine," I
said.

Brendan did as he was told and followed me up the steps into the house. I
unlocked the door and there stood Miss Barclay.

"Welcome home Master Alex," she said.

"Miss Barclay this is Brendan Johnson. His parents are acquaintances of
mother and father's," I said.

"Hello Master Brendan," said Miss Barclay smiling at him.

"Brendan will be staying the night Miss Barclay. Please make sure that he
is treated just as I would be," I said.

"Shall I make up one of the guest bedrooms for him Master Alex?" asked Miss
Barclay innocently.

"That won't be necessary Miss Barclay," I said, "He will be sleeping with
me."

Brendan looked as if he was about to explode, seeing his reaction Miss
Barclay laughed and said,

"Relax Master Brendan. I know all about Master Alex's sexual preferences,
and it doesn't bother me," she said.

I laughed and said,

"You should've seen your face."

"Shut up," said Brendan punching my arm.

"Now boys remember you both have school tomorrow, so don't stay up to
late," she said, "Goodnight Alex and Brendan. Nice to meet you."

"Goodnight Miss Barclay," we said in unison. We walked to the master
bedroom and I opened the doors and said,

"Hold on to your hat. You're in for the ride of your life."

He walked in the bedroom and I shut the doors behind us. I let him wander
through the sitting rooms while I lit some candles in the bedroom. When I
had all the candles lit, I stripped off all my clothes and lay down in the
bed, then I called,

"Brendan."

He came ambling in and stopped dead when he saw me. Slowly a huge grin
spread over his face. He started to come towards the bed, but I held up a
hand and said,

"Stop right where you are."

He stopped and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Strip," I commanded, "Slowly."

The huge grin came back and he slowly took off his Doc Marten sandals. Even
slower he took off his tight fitting Armani shirt. He lifted it up to
reveal one of his pecs then let it fall back down. He did the same thing to
his other pec, then took the whole thing off with one swift motion. He
stood there with no shirt on staring at me. Slowly his hands went down to
his waistband. His fingers undid his button-fly. I watched the shorts slide
down his muscular legs and watched intently as he stepped out of them. I
looked at him standing there in his red CK boxer briefs. His thumbs hooked
under the band of his boxer briefs. Down, down, down until I saw the patch
of dirty blond pubes. He lowered it even more and out popped his massive
ten incher. He pushed his boxer briefs completely off and stepped out of
them. He stood there as if waiting for a command.

"Damn," I gasped.

All he did was stand there and grin.

"Come here," I said motioning for him to come and get on the bed with
me. He walked over to the bed and climbed up between my legs. He made his
way up my body starting with my feet licking and kissing until he reached
my hard dick. He kissed each of my balls, then kissed his way up the shaft
of my dick. When he reached the top, he licked my piss slit and continued
his way up my body, letting his tongue play in my belly button and over the
ridges of my abs. I moaned in ecstasy. He made his way to my pecs. His
mouth clamped onto my left nipple while he rolled my right nipple in
between his fingers. After torturing my nipples through sucking and
pinching, he continued his assent up my body. When he finally reached my
face, his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. Slowly he ground his hips in
a slow circular motion, making our hard penises rub up against each
other. He detached his mouth from mine and leaned down to whisper in my
ear,

"Alex, babe, I want you to fuck me."

He licked my ear then lifted his head to see my answer. I was speechless so
I just nodded. He rolled off me and I lowered myself to his ass crack. I
let my tongue go to work. Lapping around his tight hole. Then I thrust my
tongue inside his hole and made him gasp. I worked his hole forever; I
couldn't get enough of it. Eventually I pried myself off of his butthole. I
spit in my hand but Brendan stopped me and handed me the bottle of KY I
kept on my bedside table. I opened it and poured some into my hand and onto
my dick. I shined up my dick real good and put Brendan's legs over my
shoulders. I pushed the head of my dick into his ass and watched him flinch
in pain. I began to pull out but he said,

"No, just go slow. It's my first time."

Slowly inch by inch I made my way into him. When I was finally buried up to
the hilt in him I was sweating like I had just run five miles.

"Okay, I'm ready," said Brendan.

I increased my rhythm until I was pounding his ass like a fucking
jackhammer. I changed angle so I could get deeper penetration. As I did so
I bumped up against his prostate. Brendan moaned in pleasure as I
repeatedly hit it. I felt Brendan's sphincter begin to tighten and I knew
he was almost there, so I purposely rubbed his prostate making him cum
gallons. When he was done his entire upper body was covered in cum. While
he was just ending his orgasm my own came and I filled his asshole with my
jizz. After I had squirted my last drop I collapsed on top of him and
passed out.

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That's it for chapter five.  I hope that you guys enjoyed it.  Thanks to
everyone who has written me feedback.  It is always welcomed at
lightningman02@yahoo.com