Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2004 01:59:00 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle #18

Marcus and Kyle
By Christian Mitchell
Chapter Eighteen:

    The following morning we ate at the breakfast buffet downstairs in the
hotel.  The five us talked and laughed until we decided that it was time to
explore New York City.  We walked down to Forty-second Street and jumped on the
subway.  We took the N train to Union Square.

    One of the things that amazed me about the Union Square Park was the fact
that the squirrels did not seem to be scared of people.  If you called them
they would run right up to you to see if you had food.  A squirrel actually
started to crawl up Paul's leg, which was hilarious because he started to freak
out.  He explained that he thought the squirrel could give him rabies.

    We continued to walk down Broadway.  There were plenty of stores to
explore and lots of people to observe.  They rushed by us; content to accomplish
whatever task they had to fulfill.  Kyle and I pretty much focused on being in
each other's company while the others stared and commented on every pretty girl
that crossed our path.

    Eventually it was time to eat lunch.  We ate in a small Italian
restaurant in Little Italy.  Then we ventured to the East Village to obtain our fake
IDs.  The guy lived on Seventh and Avenue A.  The neighborhood seemed somewhat
dirty but not dangerous in any manner to be aware of.

    Jonathan buzzed the front door to let us in and we climbed a set of old
wooden stairs.  The yellow paint seemed to be melting off the walls.  There was
the faint scent of urine, but it was difficult to decipher if it was some
animal or human piss that greeted our noses.  Music could be heard in some of the
apartments and we also overheard a man and woman in the midst of an argument.

    The apartment was located on the third floor.  Once we arrived at his
door it suddenly opened and a very pretty blonde woman stepped out into the
hallway.  It would not have been a surprise to learn that she was a model because
she was so beautiful.  Tyler and Jordan looked at her with their mouths hanging
open.  Paul tried his best to get her attention by smiling and saying hello.
She addressed him then waved good-bye to whoever she had been talking to in
the apartment.

    Suddenly Jonathan appeared and ushered us into the apartment.  He quickly
closed the door and told a guy to go into the other room.

    Jonathan looked like he hadn't shaved or showered in two days.  His blue
T-shirt was kind of thin and faded.  There was a hole on the shoulder where it
met the collar.  A small portion of a tattoo could be seen on Jonathan's skin.

    "So, which one of you is Jordan?"

    "Me," Jordan answered and extended his hand.

    Jonathan pulled him into an embrace and slapped him on the back.  "Man, I
can't believe you're Michael's little brother!"

    "That would be me, but I'm not little anymore," Jordan smiled.

    "That's for damn sure.  You look like a football player," Jonathan
replied and motioned for us to follow him.  "We need to get to it, because I have to
leave soon."

    "That's fine," Jordan responded.  "We don't want to hold you up."

    "I'm also giving you a deal.  Normally I charge forty dollars, but I'll
give you each a card for twenty-five."

    "Thanks," we replied.

    The room we had entered was quite messy with papers and various sized
boxes scattered about.  There was a small desk in one corner and a long narrow
table against one wall.

    Jonathan pointed at me.  "You.  Go stand over there against the wall."

    I did as instructed and he grabbed a camera from a shelf.  "Just look at
me and smile."

    One by one we had our picture taken.  We waited for Jonathan to adhere
the photo to the identification card.  Then he laminated the cards and used a
pair of scissors to cut off the excess plastic from the edges.

    "Okay, they're ready," he announced.  He handed us our IDs and
explained," all of you live in New York City now.  I kept your ages around twenty-two.
You should have no problem getting into the bars."

    I glanced at my ID card and admired the counterfeit authenticity.  I was
somewhat upset by the fact that I looked better in the photo than my real
California Driver's License.  I gave mine to Paul and we all exchanged cards so we
could appreciate Jonathan's good work.

    "My advice is that you don't keep the fake one with your real one,"
Jonathan suggested.  "You don't want to be a fucking idiot and give the doorman the
wrong one.  So keep them separate."

    We each paid Jonathan the twenty-five dollars he had quoted us.  As we
were about to leave he asked if we needed anything else.

    "No, we just needed the cards," Jordan smiled.

    "Well, if you need anything else, here's your chance.  I have ecstasy,
coke and weed."

    The five of us nervously glanced at each other.

    "No, thanks.  We're all set," Jordan replied.

    "Alright," the guy shrugged.  "But you know where to come.  Call me first
though."

    We said good-bye and left the apartment.  As soon as the door slammed
shut Paul stopped walking.

    "No one wants anything from this guy?"

    "What, you mean drugs?" I asked.

    "Well, we're in New York to have a good time.  I don't really want
anything.  But if any of us were too embarrassed to say anything we should take
care of it now."

    "I don't think drugs would be the smartest idea in a strange city," Tyler
replied.

    "Well, not the coke and ecstasy," Jordan said.  "But we can get some pot,
if you want.  We've all tried that.  And it's pretty harmless."

    "Do you guys wanna get high?" Kyle questioned.

    Paul and Tyler shrugged their shoulders as Jordan's smile widened.

    He turned toward me.  "What about you?"

    "Ah, I don't care," I replied.  "If anyone wants to buy some, then go
ahead.  I don't know if I'll actually smoke any or not, but I won't be upset
with anyone if they want to."

    I barely had the words out of my mouth when Jordan quickly turned around
and knocked on Jonathan's door.


    Since it was Thursday night we decided to cruise the bars in Times
Square.  We hoped that someone would tell us the places we should check out during
the weekend.  It took us some time to get dressed because we had to debate what
to wear.  We finally decided that we should look nice, but not too dressy.

    We traveled to a bar around the corner from the hotel.  To our surprise
there wasn't anyone carding at the door so we waltzed right in.  Tyler led us
to the bar and ordered five beers.  The bartender glanced at us then pointed at
Paul.  "I need to see your ID please."

    Once we had our beers we walked calmly and casually to the glass wall
that provided a view of Times Square.

    Jordan raised his bottle of Corona into the air.  "Here's to us and
having a good time in New York City."

    When we each had consumed two beers we decided to go to another bar
located on the same block.  The doorman asked to see our identification then he
waved us through the door.

    We were excited that we were actually bar hopping and drinking alcohol.
Paul decided that we needed to celebrate by ordering shots.

    I don't know what it was, but it burned on the way down.

    "Damn!" Tyler exclaimed.  "That's some potent shit."

    "I'm starting to get a buzz from the beer," I whispered to Kyle.  "Once
the shot kicks in I'll be on my way to intoxication."

    Jordan had started talking to two girls.  Then Tyler, Paul and he were
putting forth their best effort to charm them.  Soon there was another round of
shots.

    "Lemon drop," Paul announced as he handed me the glass.  "Sugar is on the
rim and here's your lemon."

    Shortly after two o'clock in the morning we decided that it was time to
return to the hotel.  The girls clung onto Jordan and Tyler and followed us
back to our rooms.  When we walked into my hotel room I noticed that Jordan
wasn't with us.  Then he appeared in the doorway with a bottle of vodka and the bag
of marijuana.

    "Oh, shit," I said.  "Here we go."

    "That's right, buddy," he grinned.  "Live it up."

    The two girls shouted their approval and sat on one of the beds.

    Paul retrieved orange juice from the mini-refrigerator.  Within minutes
we each had a cocktail in our hands.  We toasted the night and gulped the
concoction Jordan had prepared for us.

    I nearly spit it out.  "Man, you'd never make it as a bartender."

    Jordan shrugged his shoulders and sat down next to one of the girls.
When he held up the bag of pot her eyes widened with delight.  He prepped the
pipe he had purchased from Jonathan earlier in the day.  He lit up the weed and
inhaled deeply from the pipe.

    "Here Rachel," he muttered.

    The pipe was passed around the room.  Once it reached me I decided to
pass.  "Not yet.  I have to let my buzz wear off a little bit."

    There were groans of protest as I handed the pipe to Kyle.  He puffed on
it then gave it to Paul.  Soon after Paul inhaled he crossed the room and
knelt down in front of me.  He grabbed my face and pulled my mouth towards his.
Then he exhaled the smoke directly into my mouth.

     I waited several seconds before I exhaled.  "Thanks," I coughed.

    Paul slapped me on the shoulder then kissed my forehead.  "Good boy."

    It was not long before the laughter kicked in.  Jordan seemed to be
acting like an idiot for some reason.  Whatever he said or did made me laugh.  This
caused Kyle and Paul to laugh at me.  The two girls hardly giggled much at
all. Both of them looked as if they were about to fall asleep within minutes.

    It was nearly four o'clock in the morning when Tyler and Jordan took the
two girls to the room next door.  Paul was lying on the bed and eating a bag
of M&Ms.

    Kyle was tired so we got undressed and got into bed.  I turned off the
lamp next to the bed as Paul walked to the bathroom.  I heard him pissing into
the toilet.  Then he turned the faucet on.  A few minutes later he emerged from
the bathroom naked and he had his jeans in hand.  He tossed them to the floor
and got into the other bed.

    "Do you think Paul's going to fall asleep soon?" Kyle asked with a
whisper.

    "He looked like he was about to pass out," I replied.

    "Good," he smiled.  "I wanna have sex."

    I chuckled then nudged him in the ribs.  "Did the weed make you horny?"

    "No," he answered.  "You did."

    Kyle and I started kissing.  Several minutes later Kyle disappeared
beneath the comforter.  Soon I felt his mouth on my cock.  It quickly became fully
erect.  Kyle started to lick my stomach and worked his way up to my nipples.
He sucked on them for a couple minutes then he resurfaced.  As he kissed me
aggressively he pushed my legs so that they bent at the knee and rested against
my chest.

    "I love you," he whispered.

    I moaned in response.  "I love you more."

    Kyle started kissing and sucking my neck.  "God, I love being with you."

    "Yeah?  Tell me why."

    "I love you for being you," he whispered as he continued to kiss my neck.
 "I love your body.  I love your mind.  I love you heart."

    I arched my back and tilted my head back.

    Kyle grabbed my dick.  "I love your cock.  I love to feel it inside me."

    I glanced toward the other bed and saw the distinct image of Paul
stroking his dick in the dark.  "Paul's masturbating.  I think he's watching us."

    "Good," Kyle panted.  "Let him enjoy the show."

    "Are you sure?"

    Kyle pushed the comforter down so that our bodies were more exposed.
Then he reached into the drawer of the nightstand.  Soon he had a couple condoms
and a bottle of lube in his hand.  "When I'm done fucking you I want you to
fuck me."

    "Yeah," I gasped as I felt Kyle press his cock against my ass.

    Kyle put the condom on and lubed his dick and my ass.  He gently pushed
the head of his cock into my ass.  As he began to thrust I placed my hands on
his shoulders and glanced in Paul's direction.

    He was still masturbating.