Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2008 23:35:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Arbour <markarbour2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Land Whore - Chapter 1

THE LAND WHORE

by:  Mark Arbour

	Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider:

1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men.  There may even be
some sex with women in here.  Fortunately, there is no sex with animals.

2. Be aware that the effects of inflation have been profound.  A good rule
of thumb is to consider that $1 in 1973 is probably similar to $5 in 2008.

3. This is a sequel to "Chronicles of an Academic Predator" and "1968."
You don't have to read them before this story, but it will give you a
deeper insight into the characters and their pasts.


Chapter One

Musical Recommendation:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNdEu9s5qUU
"American Pie" by Don McClean

February 1, 1973

	I smiled at the small placard in front of the building, the placard
that said Schluter Properties and had my business phone number on it.  This
was my newest building, right off of Highway 101 in Santa Clara, in the
heart of the booming South San Francisco Bay Area.  The building may have
another company's name on it in big letters, but it was mine, owned by my
company, one of many.  I contrasted the buildings here to those in the
East.  Here, buildings were low and sprawling.  This one was only two
stories tall.  In Chicago and New York, they were working on high-rise
monstrosities.  Sure the Sears Tower and the World Trade Center were nice
monuments, but more to men's egos than to economic realities.  Buildings
like this were cheaper to build and much more profitable.

	I pondered my life.  Just eleven years ago I'd been a poor child,
son of a common whore living in Paris' seedy Bellevue district.  I had
enough to eat, and a place to sleep, and that's it.  If I wanted more, I'd
had to do what my mother did: sell my body.  I'd learned quickly that young
boys in Paris were in much greater demand by other men than women, which
was fine with me, since it fit my natural inclinations.  An older friend of
mine, Marc Sievres, had taken me under his wing and taught me how to use my
body to maximize another man's pleasure.  More importantly, he'd taught me
how to enjoy it just as much.  He showed me that even if you didn't
necessarily want to be with the guy you were with, if you made the best of
it and enjoyed yourself, the other guy would like it that much more.  Tips
and repeat business were the results of my skills.

	Then all that had changed.  My mother died, leaving me as a 16 year
old orphan, but giving me the ticket to my success on her death bed.  She
told me to go to Ohio, to my real father's family.  It had been a harrowing
journey, and thinking back, I wondered how I had the courage to make it.  I
spoke little English, had almost no money and the people there, my
grandparents and extended family, didn't even know I existed.  It was a
long shot they'd even believe that I was their grandson.  I'd managed to
scrounge the money for a one-way trip to Claremont, Ohio, and discovered,
much to my surprise, a warm welcome.  Another piece of luck, the fact that
I had inherited the classic Schluter looks with strawberry blond hair,
dispelled any doubts that I was indeed a Schluter.  Within a month, I had
been transformed from a Paris rent boy into the scion of one of Claremont's
top three families.

	This building, though, this was proof that I was not a success
because of my family.  I was a success because I'd gone out and grabbed
opportunity by the balls.  I was good at grabbing balls, I thought, amusing
myself.  My time at the University of Chicago had taught me that the real
estate business was simply a matter of mathematical calculations linked to
the study of demographics.  Show me a pretty building and I'll be
unimpressed.  Show me positive internal rate of return (IRR) calculations,
now that I'll get excited about.  So what some saw as a challenging
business, I found to be a simple task.  Run the numbers and that tells you
what your rents have to be, what a building is worth, and if those numbers
match up favorably, you buy or build the property.  If it doesn't, you
pass.  You can't love a building; you can't get all googly-eyed over a
fountain in front.  That's irrelevant.  It's all about the money.

	I'd been poor before, and I vowed to never be poor again.  My
cousin, JP Crampton, had tried to explain to me all the rules and
obligations that came with wealth, but it was easy for him because he'd
always had a silver spoon in his mouth.  That or a dick, I joked to myself.
JP, flawed and eccentric, yet by far the most important person in my life.
I thought back ruefully to that time in Claremont all those years ago when
I'd tossed our relationship away.  I still loved him, although that love
had changed in character.  Still, I knew that if he wasn't completely
locked up with his partner Sam, I could fall for him again.  I put that
thought out of my mind.  Sam is a great guy, and I would never, could never
come between them.  I still had a room at JP's Palo Alto palace, Escorial,
and I spent a lot of time there.  It was my connection to family, my
grounding, and had given me the emotional anchor that let me live my life
the way I wanted to.  So now, at 27 years old, reasonably tall, thin, and
with a sensuous air that I worked hard to cultivate, endowed with a loving
family and tons of money, I had achieved the American Dream.

	Best of all, my success really didn't depend on the opinion of
others, so after the Stonewall Riots in 1969 and the full onslaught of the
Gay Rights Movement, I had no problem making my sexuality public.  JP
didn't have that luxury; he and Sam still played at being heterosexual in
public.  I didn't need to do that.  Besides, I found that after guys found
out I was queer, many of them were willing to cross the fence to experiment
with me.  That really made me smile.

	I stopped my introspection and headed into the building with its
marble floors and wood walls.  Classy and simple, in a Scandinavian kind of
way, was the way I built my buildings.  That way few were overly wowed, but
almost no one was turned off.  Buildings were places to do business.  I
stopped outside the door of an office labeled COMCALC and took a deep
breath before walking in.  COMCALC was a small company, basically two guys
just out of college trying to cash in on the new craze in digital
computers.  I didn't understand it.  I didn't have to.  That wasn't my
business.  I did understand that they were two months behind on their rent,
though, and that was my problem.

	The receptionist eyed me warily.  Probably thought I was a
creditor.  She was right.  "I'm Stefan Schluter and I need to see Gary
Allen," I said firmly.

	"Uh, he's in a meeting," she said nervously.

	"Tell him that I need to talk to him.  It's in his best interest.
He'll know what I'm talking about."

	She nodded and picked up the phone.  She mumbled into it, arguing
with him, but all I could hear was my name.  She turned back to me with a
smile.  "He'll be right with you," she said.

	In no time at all, Gary Allen came strolling out to greet me.
There were two reasons I'd rented the space to him and his partner.  The
first was my instincts.  I just knew these guys would ultimately be
successful.  I'd seen JP have these intuitive hunches, and he always
trusted them.  I rarely seemed to have them, but when I did, I figured I
might as well follow them.  The second was that this guy was really foxy.
He was tall, with dark brown hair, and muscular.  Not muscular in a lithe,
sexy way, muscular in a bulky football player way.  The kind of guy that
could really fuck your brains out if he wanted to.

	"Hey Stefan, come on back," he said with a smile.  He led me
through their lab, strewn with equipment: wires, and other electronic type
devices, and into his office.  It was small, with just a desk and two
chairs.  "Jake isn't here right now," he said.  Jake was a dorky, dweeby
guy.  He wasn't nearly as attractive as Gary.

	He closed the door behind us and motioned for me to sit down.  "I
know we're behind on our rent Stefan.  I'm so sorry.  You had faith in us
and we're letting you down."  I just nodded and waited for him to continue.
"We're working on two contracts, and if either one of them breaks we'll be
golden.  Until then, we're having trouble even paying Jeanine."  She must
be the secretary out front.

	"You did not plan for this?  You did not plan for a lack of
revenue?"  I asked, not in a threatening manner, but with genuine
curiosity.

	"We were overly optimistic.  If you can just give us some more
time, I know we can make up our back rent," he said, practically pleading.
God he was cute.  I loved guys like this, guys in distress; because I knew
that I could make him feel great, so great, he'd forget his problems for a
little bit.

	"You are already two months behind Gary.  I am a businessman.  I do
not see how I could just let you stay here rent free.  That would not be
fair to my investors, now would it?"  A little more misery would be needed
to close this deal.

	He looked resigned.  "You're right.  Look, we'll move out this
week, and I promise we'll pay you what we owe you, somehow, someway."

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"Go All the Way" by The Raspberries

	"Have you ever thought about bringing in outside investors?" I
asked.

	"Not really.  We thought we could handle things ourselves.  Plus,
investors usually bring a bunch of strings along with them."

	"That is true, and I am no exception, but if you present your
business plan to me, I may be willing to back you and Jake."  His eyes got
big and he got a big smile.  "There is only one catch."  His smile
vanished.

	"What?" he asked.

	I moved over to him, using my slinkiest walk, and knelt in front of
him.  "I want your body."

	He gulped.  "You, you want my body?  I'm not into that, I mean,
I've got a fiancée and I'm into women, not men."  I ran my hands over his
thighs, risking getting pounded, but knowing that I'd probably win this
battle.

	"Is not keeping your business afloat worth giving me what I want
once in awhile?" I asked coyly, moving my hands up to his crotch.  "I am
not asking you to be gay; I just want you to fuck me."  I moved my face
down to his groin and nuzzled his hardening cock.

	"If my girlfriend finds out, she'll kill me," he said, and I knew
I'd won.

	"Unless your office is bugged, that is not going to happen."  I
lowered his zipper and pulled out his hardening cock.  His body was big,
but his dick wasn't.  I was confronted with a rock hard 5 inches.  I
lowered my mouth on him and heard him moan.  I was good at giving head.  I
was good at sex.  The only one who was close to me in skill was JP.  I
paused and looked up at him.  His had that crazed look in his eyes and he
grabbed my head to push me back down on his cock. "So it is not too bad
after all?" I teased.

	He smiled.  "No.  That feels amazing."  I stood up and he looked
disappointed.  I dropped my pants and kicked them off, and then I bent over
his desk exposing my ass to him.  I pulled some lube out of my pocket and
handed it to him.

	"You think that was good, wait until you fuck me," I taunted.  I
felt his fingers covered with lube probing my hole and closed my eyes,
enjoying the sensation.  Then the fingers were gone and I felt his presence
behind me as he moved up and gently inserted his cock in my waiting hole.

	"Ahhhh," he moaned as he began plowing in and out of me.  I moved
my ass so he hit my magic spot, my prostate, and just enjoyed the ride.  I
felt him pick up his pace and knew he was getting excited.  I wanted this
to last longer, and I wanted him to really get into it.

	I moved so he popped out of my ass and turned around to face him.
He looked sad and confused.  I leaned in and kissed him, wondering if he'd
be like some straight boys and turn away.  He met my mouth
enthusiastically, and he was actually a pretty good kisser.  I unbuttoned
my shirt and broke our kiss, leaning back on the desk and putting my legs
on his shoulders.  "I want to watch you fuck me."

	He didn't hesitate.  He moved right back into position and in no
time he was in me again.  "I knew you'd be a terrific lover," I said in
between pants.  "I knew you'd be fantastic.  You make me feel amazing.  You
know just how to use your dick.  You are all man."  I watched his reaction
carefully.  I'd learned a long time ago that stroking the guy's sexual ego
was just as erotic to him as stroking his cock.  I knew he wouldn't last
much longer so I started stroking my own dick.

	"You're amazing Stefan.  You're gonna make me cum.  I'm sorry, I
want to wait...can't!"

	"Me too.  You're gonna make us cum at the same time.  You are such
a stud," I cried softly.  Never mind that I was the one who'd done it.  I
felt my first shot fly onto my chest at the same time that he started to
flood my ass.  It was a long orgasm for him.  He must not be getting much
at home.

	After he was done he pulled out of me quickly like most straight
guys did.  But there was a nice, tender side to this guy.  He ran his
fingers up my sides and caressed my face, and then he pulled out some paper
towels from his desk drawer and helped me clean the cum off of my body.
Dressed, I stood in front of him and gently kissed him.  "Thanks Gary, you
were as amazing as I dreamed you would be.  That was not so bad was it?"

	He grinned.  "No, that wasn't bad at all.  I think I can handle
that kind of interest payment."  I giggled.

	"Here's the address to my cousin's house in Palo Alto.  He's having
a big party Saturday night to celebrate the end of the War.  I want you to
be there with a business plan, and we'll sneak off and take a few minutes
to talk business.  You can bring your fiancée as long as she does not mind
if I steal you for a few minutes," I said with a leer.

	"No problem," he said, still smiling.

	I left him and my new building and headed to my house in the
Saratoga Hills.  There were more forms of currency than just money.

	 				February 3, 1973

	I looked around my house, making sure I'd turned all the lights
off.  It was a small place on a big chunk of land in Saratoga.  Just three
bedrooms and three baths, it was puny compared to the estates of my
neighbors, but I loved it.  It was sleek and contemporary.  My favorite
part was that it was on multiple levels, designed to adapt to the contour
of the hillside, and every room had a breathtaking view of the Valley
below.  I'd put a high powered telescope in the living room, and I could
actually see a lot of my properties through it.  Sometimes when I was
looking for the buildings the scope would accidentally pause on the window
of the kid that lived in the house below.  He was 17 and super-cute, and he
liked to masturbate a lot.  Too young for me, I thought.  Unless he
appeared at my door.  I giggled to myself.  I really had no self-control
when it came to guys.

	I hopped into my new toy: a brand new Porsche 911 with the new
Bosch fuel injection system.  I'd just gotten it yesterday, but I was
already in love.  It was an absolute blast to drive.  I couldn't wait to
run it over Highway 17 to Santa Cruz.  It was also the first time I'd
strayed from family tradition.  Schluters always bought Chryslers, always.
The 300 Convertible in my garage was testimony to that.  But I'd decided
that tradition was fine for Claremont, but not here in California.  JP
would be so jealous.  This might just wean him off of GM products, the
brands that Cramptons always bought.  I zipped up Highway 17 and caught
I-280 north.  It was a beautiful road, especially when it wound out of
Cupertino and into Los Altos Hills.  I shot past Foothill College, and
finally found the Palo Alto exit.  Winding enthusiastically into the hills
with my little sports car was a blast.  I punched in my code and the gates
to Escorial magically opened, welcoming me to the place that I truly
considered home.

	I bounced through the front door and browsed around for JP.  I
knocked gently on his bedroom door and tried the handle.  It was unlocked
so I went in.  I grinned when I saw them, Sam and JP.  Sam was on the
bottom, with JP lying on top of him.  I could see Sam's huge dick moving in
and out of JP while his fingers explored JP's body.  This was JP's favorite
position, being supine like that on his back.  Sam saw me first and slowed
down.

	"Stefan," he said and JP moved his head up and greeted me too.  He
was crazed, clearly enjoying his morning fuck.

	"Good morning gentlemen," I said as I knelt between their legs and
took JP's throbbing cock in my mouth.  I loved to fuck around with these
guys.  They always included me in their sexploits and made me feel welcome.

	"Oh God," cried JP.

	Sam picked up his pace again, and started talking to JP, cooing in
his ear.  I'd learned how to do that from Jeff, JP's former boyfriend, but
Sam had taught me how to master it.  His deep voice was like an
aphrodisiac.  "Look baby, Stefan's here.  Does his mouth feel as good,
wrapped around your cock, as your ass feels to me?  God you feel good.
Look down there; look at his mouth working you."

	"Ahhhhh," cried JP and I felt his first shot hit the back of my
throat.  I swallowed him readily.  I'd do anything for him, anything;
swallowing his load was just a bonus.

	After he was spent he pulled off of a still hard Sam and kissed me
passionately.  We'd been messing around together for so long; we knew just
which buttons to push.  "It's so good to see you Stefan, but you made me
cum too soon so you'll have to finish Sam off for me."  I giggled and
stripped out of my clothes.

	JP was cute, short, blond, and lithe.  He had the face of a model,
and even though he was getting close to 40, he still looked like a young
guy.  Sam was just the opposite, a total stud.  He was closer to my age and
had a rock hard physique, the build of a guy that spent some time every day
in the gym with weights.  He had light olive skin and black hair that
matched his Italian-American heritage, and a really really big dick.  Not
as big as some, Deke flashed in my mind and I cringed a bit, but definitely
big.

	I got down on all fours and JP lay down in front of me, making out
with me while I felt Sam's fingers probe my ass with lube.  He knew I
didn't need a lot of work, I knew how to use my body, so in seconds he
plowed into me.  I had to break my lock with JP's lips to moan, which made
JP smile.  Sam pulled me into an upright position and wrapped his strong
arms around me while he pounded my ass.  God he was strong.  I loved it
when he did that.  He knew just how firmly to wrap his arms around me, just
the right amount of pressure to apply to make me know that he totally
dominated me and that he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to.  JP moved
forward and engulfed my cock, and in no time Sam and I were blowing our
loads together.  We collapsed, spent, in a pile on their bed.

	"It's so good to see you guys," I said and couldn't help laughing.

	"I'm glad you came up early.  The kids will be thrilled to see
you."  The thought of the kids made me smile.  For a gay guy, JP had
acquired quite a brood.  The apple of JP's eye was Ace, the son of his
wife, Isidore, and his first boyfriend, Andre.  Ace was a great guy, an
incredibly precocious ten-year-old.  He had his father's looks, tall, dark,
and handsome.  He was destined to be a total hunk.  JP was fastidiously
careful, as all of us were, to make sure all four kids knew they were
loved, but I knew that Ace was his favorite.  Ace had a wry and playful
French sense of humor, just like mine I admitted to myself.  He was full of
life, and made everyone around him smile.

	Brad was actually a little older than Ace.  Ace was born in March
of 1963, while Brad was born in October of 1962.  Brad was the one I doted
on.  He was the son of my Uncle Billy, who was killed on the USS Thresher,
only he wasn't Billy's real son.  His father had been another navy officer,
and he was the product of an affair his mother had had while Billy was at
sea.  Still, Brad had the same last name as me, and there was a bond
between us that was hard to describe.  He acknowledged JP as his father,
but he treated me the same way.  Brad had a lot of emotional baggage that
came from having a mother and an older brother and sister who didn't like
him.  His mother killed herself before they could deal with that.  It had
turned him into a shy introspective guy.  His one love, and talent, seemed
to be art.

	Billy and Claire were the last two, the twins.  Unacknowledged by
everyone except Sam, JP, Isidore and I, Billy had the obvious physical
characteristics of Jeff.  Thinking about Jeff brought a familiar pain, and
because Billy reminded me so much of him it was sometimes hard for me to be
around him.  Ironically, Billy and Sam had completely bonded.  I found this
to be really strange since JP had once chosen Jeff over Sam, but that
didn't seem to bother Sam.  Billy was athletic just like his Dad, and Sam
picked up on that.  It wasn't unusual to find the two of them tossing a
football around.

	And then there was Claire, so obviously JP's daughter with his
gorgeous looks.  She wasn't anyone's favorite, she was everyone's favorite.
She had all of us wrapped around her little finger, totally and completely,
and she knew it.  Sometimes that made her bratty, but usually it just made
her into a flirt, which was pretty funny from someone so young.

	I wandered down the corridor to Brad's room.  I knocked gently and
got no answer so I went in.  He was still asleep, lying on his stomach.  He
was already tall for his age and he hadn't even started puberty.  With dark
brown hair and bright blue eyes, he would be a real lady killer when he got
older.  The thought of him and Ace prowling the bars for women made me
chuckle.  Those two best friends: what a team they'd be.  I jumped on top
of him, waking him up and scaring the shit out of him at the same time.

	"Hey!  Get the fuck off of me Ace!" he yelled.  Then he turned over
and saw it was me and got a horrified look on his face.  He said the "f"
word in front of an adult.  But I couldn't be mad at Brad.

	"Is that any way to greet your uncle?"  I teased.  "And what is
with that language?"  I spoke French; I always spoke in French with the
kids.  All of us were determined that they be multi-lingual, so these four
kids were fluent in French and English, and damn close to fluent in Spanish
and Italian.

	"Sorry Uncle Stefan," he said sheepishly, but I just rolled my eyes
and pulled him into a big hug.  He held on for a long time.  This poor boy
just craved attention.  "It's good to see you."  I giggled at him.  We sat
there and chatted about school for awhile.  He was smart but not the best
student.  A daydreamer.  But he was a very deep and complex boy.  People
who didn't take the time to know him were really missing out.  Suddenly
another brown headed blur flew through the air and tackled me.  Ace, of
course.  They both jumped on me, but I knew their weakness.  They were both
very ticklish.  I spent the morning with the kids, enjoying the paternal
feelings they invoked.  It was truly marvelous to watch them grow up and
turn into big people.

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"How Do You Do" by Mouth and MacNeal

	I found JP in the great room with Isidore.  "Stefan!" she said,
greeting me warmly.  We were good friends, great friends, two French people
transplanted to America.  That and we worked closely together on our
business ventures.  Isidore headed the West Coast branch of Crampton
Construction and she built all of my buildings.  It was symbiotic, since
Crampton Construction frequently invested in the buildings as well.

	"You are as beautiful as you were the first day I met you," I said,
turning on the charm.  She knew me and my game, so the flirting just amused
her.

	"I need a favor Stefan," JP interjected.  He seemed stressed.
There would be scads of people here tonight, so he had that on his mind.

	"Did I not do enough this morning?" I teased.  Isidore giggled and
JP blushed.

	He ignored my humor.  "Would you ride out with Rafael to pick up
Peter?  He's coming in this afternoon and I'd like to have someone there to
greet him.  I'm too busy to go, and I need Sam around for slave labor."
Peter Gordon?  The hot movie star.  So what if he was seven years older
than me, so what if he had been Deke's lover, so what if they were together
again?  He was hot as hell, with that red hair.  JP was smiling at me.  "I
feel bad sending such a slut to pick him up, but you're the only person I
could think of."

	"I will perform my duties admirably," I said with a grin and
Isidore giggled again.  JP just shook his head.

	I sat in the back of the limousine studying the financials for a
new building in Cupertino.  This one looked to make some sense if Isidore
could get it built within nine months.  I jotted down the schematics and
timelines for her to look at, and then put the work away as we drove up to
the terminal.  San Jose Municipal Airport had all the charm of a bus
station, but it was easy to use so we all usually chose it over San
Francisco when possible.  I nodded to Rafael.  He wasn't my favorite
person, primarily because he'd been impervious to my attempts to sleep with
him.  I know that was a shitty way to be, but rejection is rejection.

	I didn't have a sign.  I knew what he looked like.  He'd probably
be mobbed, so I plotted the fastest route to the waiting limousine.  Sure
enough, the plane pulled up and Peter was the first off.  He walked through
the door and I approached him.  He didn't know who I was but I saw him
check me out before getting ready to brush past me.  "Peter, I'm Stefan
Schluter.  I was sent here to pick you up."

	He looked at me, his beautiful eyes locking on mine, his red hair
sexy as hell.  "So you're the famous Stefan?  I've heard so much about you.
I wonder if the stories are all true."  God he was charming.  I'll show him
he'd met his match.

	"I'd be happy to show you," I said with a wink and a smile.  That
made him laugh.  People were staring, starting to recognize him, so I
rushed him off to the limo.  We jumped in quickly and I told Rafael to
drive down to baggage claim.  Peter described his bag, and we sent Rafael
off to find it.

	"Deke told me to say hello," he said awkwardly.  I needed to defuse
this issue now.

	"Peter, please do not be nervous about that.  I still consider Deke
a friend and I am not bitter or upset that he went back to L.A. to be with
you.  Now that I've met you, I can't say that I blame him."  His eyebrows
went up.

	"Thanks Stefan.  I was kind of nervous about meeting you.  Deke
said you were a great guy and told me not to worry, but I'm pretty guarded.
I have to be."

	"I understand," I said.  The trunk opened and closed as Rafael put
his bag into the trunk.  Rafael got in and I asked him to take us home,
then I pushed the button and put up the privacy screen.  It was satisfying
to see the irritated look on Rafael's face.  "Still, you did steal my
boyfriend away," I said flirting.  "I think you should try and make it up
to me."

	He studied me carefully.  "I'm not sure that's such a good idea.  I
mean, we're in a limousine on a public road."  I giggled.  He was as good
as mine, as soon as he identified his objections.

	I knelt before him and ran my hands over his crotch.  "In a
limousine with privacy tinted glass.  We can see out, they can't see in.  I
think it's erotic.  Come on Peter, show me that all of the things I've
heard about you are true," I said huskily.  His dick responded quickly and
I lowered his zipper.  He didn't stop me.

	I lowered my mouth down on his nice cock, inhaling his scent.  God
he smelled good.  He had that typical male smell, the tanginess of body
odor and pheromones mixed together, but there was a special sweetness to it
as well.  It drove me crazy.  He was moaning, and I knew I had him now, and
I'd have him for the rest of the weekend.  I moved up to kiss him and
discovered that what Deke and JP had said was true.  He was an amazing
kisser.  I ran my fingers through his long red hair while he undid my
pants.

	He pulled me to him then flipped me onto the seat with my legs in
the air.  Then he moved down and returned the favor, working my dick
flawlessly.  This guy was a pro, just like me.  Then his mouth moved lower,
sucking my balls, licking my perineum, and then my hole.  I let out a loud
moan and then stifled it, giggling.  This should really freak out Rafael.

	His finger probed my hole while I grabbed frantically for my pants
and my tube of lube I carried with me.  "You came prepared," he joked.
"What are you, a boy scout?"  I giggled.

	"Why, you like boys in uniform?" I teased.  He smiled at me as he
moved his cock up to my hole.  He entered me carefully.  Now that we'd
moved to sex his whole demeanor had changed.  Now he was taking care to
make sure we both enjoyed it.  The focus wasn't on stimulating me; the
focus was on joining with me.  I responded by leaning up to him and
wrapping my arms around him, pulling his mouth to mine while he slowly
fucked me.

	He moved his mouth to my neck and picked up his pace, just a bit,
but enough to raise the level of stimulation.  "Peter, I knew you'd be an
amazing lover.  They told me, those guys told me how awesome you were, but
I didn't believe them.  You're making me feel so good.  You know just how
to play my body.  God you're good."  He groaned into my neck and picked up
his pace again.  I knew I'd gotten him wound up.  I kept it up.  "You're
driving me nuts Peter.  You're playing my body like a flute.  Ahhhh."  Then
something really strange happened.  Strange but wonderful.  There was a
connection between us, like a mind link, and we worked each other's bodies
with one mind.  We fucked until we were close, then backed off, then picked
it up again.  The decision that it was time to cum was made silently
between our two minds.  I'd never ever felt this linked to someone.  It was
exciting and scary.

	I felt the orgasm boiling up in my balls, flowing through my
prostate that was being pounded by his cock.  He was flowing with me,
simultaneously.  We said nothing as we reached the point of no return.  And
then I came.  It was the most magnificent orgasm of my life.  I blew and
blew and blew, then I blew some more.  Best of all, he blew right with me.
Two bodies totally linked, totally absorbed, writhing together in perfect
ecstasy.  When we were done I was shaking.

	"Are you alright?" he asked me, concerned.  He was just adorable.

	I ran my hand across his cheek.  "I'm fine, I'm great.  I've never
ever experienced anything like that.  You rocked my world Peter."

	He grinned.  "I bet you say that to all the guys!"  He was joking,
but I wasn't.

	I looked him in the eyes, forcing the link back.  "No, I'm serious.
That was amazing."  He leaned forward and kissed me.  I became aware that
we'd left the freeway and hastily grabbed some paper towels to wipe up the
gallons of cum we'd shot.  Then we got ourselves dressed and in order in
plenty of time to enjoy the drive into the hills.

	"Are you staying with JP?" I asked.

	"Only if you are," he said, flirting.  I giggled like a girl.

	"I'll tell Isidore you're staying in my room," I said firmly.

	"I wonder if I'll ever want to leave it," he said.  God he was
charming.

	"You will not.  I'm irresistible," I said.  I had my mojo back, and
this guy was firmly in my sights.  I thought about Gary and all the other
hot guys that would be at the party, and for the first time in my life, I
didn't give a shit.  I knew who I wanted.

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