Across the Alley Chapter 12
Across the Alley Chapter 12
By
LaloGS
Fiction
Herb Klein called me midweek to check in on Danny's new life, and we agreed
to meet for lunch to talk about how the boy was doing. I pulled up to the
country club gate where Herb had asked me to meet him. The guards found my
name on the list, and told me that Mister Kline was already checked in. I
drove to the parking area they indicated, and checked my tie and sport coat
I'd thrown on over my Levis and boots.
In the restaurant, I could see Herb sitting alone at the bar waiting for
me. I walked up and slapped him on the back like an old friend. After all,
I owed this man a lot. I expected he was looking for me to pay the piper a
bit just about now.
He turned to me grinning and shook my hand enthusiastically. "What can I
get you to drink David?"
I ordered a beer, and slid onto the bar stool next to him. He was drinking
what smelled like good Scotch on the rocks. He tipped his glass and clinked
his with my bottle since I'd waved the bartender's offer of a glass off.
"I hope you don't mind, but I've ordered some food delivered to a private
room so we can get to know each other a little better. I think I have a
business deal for you. I take it you like steak?"
"I love a good steak."
"Well ol' Jolly the meat chef here knows his steaks, and I don't think
you'll be disappointed. Come on with me, they'll bring the food by in a few
minutes." We picked up our drinks, and I followed at his elbow as we walked
out through some large glass doors that framed an unobstructed view of the
McDowell Mountains which had a dusting of snow on them in the highest
elevations. The contrast of the desert cacti and the blue sky and purple
mountains draped in a dusting of white, was spectacular.
On the patio, we walked through a dozen tables with people seated eating.
Several of the diners acknowledged Herb with nods and two of the men stood
up to shake his hand. Herb didn't bother to introduce me. As we cleared
the dining area, and walked down a winding path through the Mesquite trees
and cacti toward a series of low adobe looking buildings, Herb explained the
men who had shook his hand, were hoping to join his little club.
"You mean the pool party club?"
"Exactly. But it isn't always a pool party." He stopped in front of what
I now realized was a private bungalow and unlocked the door with a key card.
"Good. The food is here already, so we won't be disturbed. Come on in
and make yourself comfortable. He closed the door behind us, and locked it
with a deadbolt.
The room was appointed to look like an old ranch bunkhouse out of the 19th
century West. The furniture looked rustic but comfortable. Various horse
tack hung from pegs driven into the adobe walls, and a Piñon log fire burned
brightly in a small beehive fire place in one corner. There was a large
comfortable looking bed, a beaten up looking old leather couch with a
wonderful patina on the leather. A table made out of rough cut lumber sat
under a window that looked out over the same mountain scene we'd seen from
the restaurant. The table was set with mismatched silver, and canning jars
for water. The plates with the food were covered with metal granite enamel ware
covers that looked they had done duty around a thousand cow campfires.
Herb pulled out an antique six slat chair for me and then sat down opposite
in another antique chair. "Charming isn't it?" He was flopping a large square of thick cloth open, and smiling at me.
"It certainly takes you out of the mundane." I opened my napkin and draped
it over my Levis. I took another swallow of my long neck, and set the
bottle down on the white table cloth. "I suppose you want to hear how
Danny's doing?"
"Certainly I do, but I already know he's being given everything he needs."
"How do you know that?"
"He's talked to one of our other boys who happens to be going to the
Community College as well. He tells me Danny has his sights on becoming a
Veterinarian."
"He does. We've already gotten the requirements for him and picked out a
school. As soon as he finishes his GED, we'll get him started. Probably in
the Spring. He didn't have too many credits to make up for his GED."
"Excellent. Let's eat. I'm starving." He lifted the granite ware cover
off his plate, and a beautiful steak lay in a pool of some sort of liquid.
"The natural juices, flavored with Mesquite wood directly over the fire. No
charcoal used here. It's the real old West flavor they go for. A small
plate piled with Jalapiño peppers, and some sliced raw onion was under a
smaller granite ware cover. My stake smelled wonderful when I lifted the
lid on it and got a whiff of the meat.
"If you want another beer, we have a mini bar over there."
"No, it don't need another beer." I picked up my steak knife and a fork
and sliced into the meat. The juices ran red and just right for a steak
lover. The flavor was excellent. We both ate in silence for a while, and
then Herb began to speak between bites of meat and the occasional pepper.
"You got to meet my little group of friends at the party the other night.
What did you think?"
"A nice bunch of guys I guess. They were pretty busy all evening, and we
didn't do a lot of talking you know." He laughed.
"It wasn't expected. The pool party was a treat night. It's not all play
and no work," he said, reversing the cliché. "We do have serious meetings
and actually get some things done now and then."
"What kind of things?" I slipped a bit of meat into my mouth and felt it
almost melt away.
"Oh, for instance, finding the right guy to take over the mentoring of a
young man."
"You mean like Danny."
"Exactly like Danny." Every member has a vested interest in his boy. We
make sure we don't include any exploitative users in our little group.
These boys we take in, are expected to receive educations, love and respect
from the mentor we choose for them."
"So how did you come to choose me for Danny? By the way," I continued
before he could answer. "He's been brilliant. We love him very much."
"We know you do. It is obvious to anyone who sees you together there is a
lot of love between you. As to your question, you were chosen because of
something you wrote. We've been following your publishing career for
several years now, and we decided you needed to be approached. We waited
until Danny showed up, and it was a consensus among us that he was to be for
you.
"He's a very loving boy. I'm glad you put us together."
"Well, you know if it hadn't worked out for some reason, it wouldn't have
happened. There have been mistaken choices in the past."
"What kind of mistaken choices? A boy wasn't harmed was he?"
"We'd never let it go that far. If we make a mistake, the SOB who was
chosen in error, gets his chain yanked immediately, and he's lucky he
doesn't end up doing time for his transgressions. We have enough pull here
in this town to cause the right people to put the fear of God in the
miscreants. They usually either leave town, or change their ways."
"Interesting." I picked up one of the jalapenõs en escabechi and bit into it. The
searing heat slashed across my tongue, and I chewed it slowly and swallowed.
The meal was finished, and Herb poured us each a steaming cup of black
coffee.
"We have sugar," he said. "But they wouldn't have had anything but canned
milk on the trail in the old days. It's an acquired taste." He pushed a
can of Pet milk with two holes punched in the metal top. I waved it off.
"I don't even use sugar."
"Ah," he grinned. "A real cow puncher."
"why do they call them cow punchers?"
"Or cow pokes for that matter." He grinned at me while his implication
dawned on me. I had a fleeting vision of a cowboy standing behind a cow out
on the prairie, his Levis down around his ankles, buried balls deep in some
confused looking cow.
"So you know David, I've admired your writing for a long time now. I
always manage to get hard from reading one of your fine stories. I think
they are better than the new drugs for doing what is necessary to get it
good and hard."
"Thank you Herb. I try to make them as hot as my fevered imagination
allows."
"Is it all imagination?"
"Of course not. I sometimes let a story go where it will, but I always
draw on my personal experiences for the sex. There is nothing less exciting
than a blow by blow description of clinical sex. Unless you feel what is
happening between two men, your reader won't feel it either."
"That's what I thought." He turned to his side, and pulled open a drawer
in a small antique chest. He took a magazine out and handed it to me. I
recognized the publication, and saw my pen name on the cover. "Do you
remember this story?"
I flipped through the pages, and found the beginning of my tale. "Yeah, I
do." I looked up at him questioning.
"I've wanted to meet you ever since I read that for the first time what is
it seven years ago now?" I looked at the date on the cover and nodded.
"I got so turned on by your story, I went on a sexual binge trying to find
the kind of experience you wrote about."
"I was in New York at the time. Things like that were easy to find in
those days."
"Yes. I was in San Diego back then, but I got on a plane and did my
damnedest to hook up with the guys that you wrote so well about. Needless
to say, I never did. Actually I haven't yet. Still looking though." I
tried to remember the plot of the story I'd written long ago. The
details were sketchy at best.
"I was hoping that if I got to know you better, you might consider a bit of
role play with me like in the story."
"I'd better read it so we know what we're talking about. I don't remember
the details."
"You read, I'll have this cleared, and get you another beer if you want
it." I smiled and he picked up a phone on the top of the antique chest
where he'd kept the magazine. After ordering the remains of the meal
removed, he got up and went to the mini bar and returned with a bottle of
beer for me and another Scotch on the rock for himself. He took a seat on
the old couch, and patted the antique leather beside him. I was just
sitting down there, when there was a discrete knock on the door. He let the
young Mexican buss boy in, and in a moment the remains of the meal were
gone, and the door was locked again. He drew the blinds over the only
window in the room, and turned on a floor lamp beside the couch. That and
the crackling fire turned the room into a warm and cozy place like magic.
The story I'd written came tumbling back as I read, and my memory kicked in
about a third of the way through it. I closed the magazine and looked at
him.
"You want to do that?"
"I've dreamed about it since I read that," he patted the magazine in my
lap.
"When do you want to do it?"
"What's wrong with now?"
"We'll need a few things." He smiled and waved at the little antique
chest.
"Everything in the story is here."
"Well then, let's get started." He slapped my knee with his masculine
hand, and stood up immediately and removed his jacket. I followed his lead,
and we both were standing nude in no time at all. He pulled open the drawer
, and took out a small can of vegetable lube, and several towels. He also
flopped open a large plastic bag for the dirties he explained.
He dropped to his knees, and began licking and sucking my cock and nuts.
I'd watched him do this at the pool party on a young man and had admired his
technique. He had my cock stiff in a few seconds, and when I looked down at
his, I saw he was there as well.
He got up off his knees, and laid back across the bed. I told him to raise
his butt and I slid one of his thick towels under him. His large balls were
laying flat on his butt cheeks, and I dropped down on my knees, and began to
lick and suck them. He moaned and jerked his hips at the touch of my
tongue. I reached between his raised legs, and took his stiffness in my
hand and jacked it a little while I nudged his heavy balls aside and licked
lower with my tongue. His hole was already relaxed and winking at me when I
reached it. He was really up for this after so long a wait.
I popped the plastic lid off the Crisco shortening, and scooped a gob out
with two fingers. I tongued his hole for a minute, and then slicked the
white grease across it and wiped my fingers through the mess, getting them
well coated. He moaned again, and was raising his head to watch. His flat
stomach muscles taut and wiry with hair. His stiff cock ,dribbling precum
into his belly button cavity.
I inserted one finger, and fucked it in and out for a minute before adding
a second. The second finger elicited a grunt, and his hips jerked under my
hand.
"Did that hurt?"
"No, I just felt so good." He was breathing with shallow breaths, in
anticipation of the rest of the story about to unfold. I pulled my two
fingers out, and scooped up some additional lube, Three fingers entered his
hole easily.
"You've been practicing with something haven't you Herb?"
"I keep a butt plug in most of the time, and I've learned to take a 12 inch
dildo with a ten inch circumference. I like to stay loose."
"Well then, this is going to be easy." I pushed a fourth finger into him and
they came to rest only when my thumb got in the way of their going deeper.
I fucked him a little with my fingers, and then pulled out and smeared the
Crisco up my arm to the elbow. He watched me doing this with lust glazed
eyes, stroking his hard cock and pulling on his nut sack. When my arm was
greased, I re entered his hole, with my thumb tucked under this time. I
fucked him to my last knuckles, and let him stretch to accommodate all that
he could.
After a few minutes of slowly fucking in and out at my knuckles, his
sphincter relaxed, and my hand was sucked into his bowels like he'd switched
on a vacuum. I let him rest, as his asshole tightened down on my wrist
again. The Crisco was beginning to melt from the heat of his hole, and drip
down his ass crack to the towel.
His breathing stabilized again, and I began to fuck my arm into him a little
bit before pulling it out an equal distance. He was trashing around a
little on the bed, and he'd let go of his cock, which was loosing its hard.
His left hand had his balls in a death grip. squeezing them until they were
livid with blood in parts and a freaky white in others.
"Don't hurt yourself Herb," I cautioned. He gasped for breath, and just
nodded speechlessly. His hand loosened on his nuts a little, but he quickly
tightened down on them again.
His hole expanded a bit for me, and I pushed my arm further into his guts.
He flopped on the bed, and gasped a series of word I didn't catch. They
seemed slurred and disjointed. I pushed in further and felt he was half way
up my forearm.
"Almost there Herb." My arm was tense, and I felt my fist about to cramp.
"I'm going to open my fist Herb." He made a sound that made me think of an
animal rutting. My tight fingers opened slowly, and I straightened them out
in his gut. It felt good to me to release some of the tension, but Herb
went wild when I fluttered my fingers inside his body.
"Oh fucking christ!" He hissed out the first words I'd understood since we
started. "Fuck me Stony," he gasped, reverting to my pen name.
"I’m fucking you Herb. You've got the biggest arm cock inside you you've
ever had."
"Yes, yes, yes." he was tossing his head from side to side now, and his
arms were outstretched on the bed his cock had begun to squirt little spurts
of what looked like piss. I must have reached his bladder. I'd seen it
before. I reached for the plastic container he'd brought along, and with my
free hand I worked the lip of it under his limp cock shaft.
"You can let it go now Herb." I fluttered my fingers again, feeling the
large round form under my hand. Suddenly he was gushing piss into the
plastic bucket. His thick stream of urine splashed golden and odorous into
the white plastic pail.
When it had slowed to a dribble, I told him to try to hold it back, that I
was going to set the bucket down. He contracted his sphincter around my arm
and the flow dribbled to a stop. I quickly set the quarter full bucket on
the floor and took his piss splattered cock in my mouth. The salty
bitterness sent a thrill through my frame, and I shivered. He looked up
over his chest at me, his eyes glassy with lust, and I felt his sphincter
relaxing. The piss began to flow again, slowly at first, but then in a gush
for a moment with me swallowing as fast as I could. Finally, the last
spurts were announced by the tightening and loosening of his sphincter
again. I swallowed the last of his piss, and pushed the rest of my forearm
into him to my elbow.
He stiffened up on the bed, and his cock began to spray cum across his
torso. he wasn't hard at all, but he was cumming none the less. I bent and
captured his dick head in my mouth, and took a few more spurts. I let his
limp member drop from my lips and began to lick up all of his warm cum I
could reach.
After he had cum, he seemed to drift off somewhere in ecstasy. I pulled my
arm out to my wrist, and reached down to the floor and tore a condom open
with my teeth. I slipped it over my randy cock, and rolled it down my
length. I stood closer to him, and forced my cock into his hole where I
took hold of it with my slick hand. Gripping it in a fist, I began to jack
myself with short little strokes entirely inside his asshole. He moaned
again, and I began to rock my hips into him. letting my cock slide through
my slick hand.
The scene was so hot, I couldn't keep my nuts from pulling up after only a
few strokes. I warned him I was going to blow, but he was somewhere else.
I felt myself tip over the edge, and I flooded the condom with a huge load
of cum. I humped into him until my nuts began to relax again, and then laid
myself down across his chest. My arm and cock were still buried in his
butt, and I left them there while he raised his arms and hugged me close.
"That was a lifetime fuck," he whispered in my ear, and then kissed it. I
felt my soft cock slip out of his hole, and pushed myself up with my free
hand on his strong hair covered chest.
I slowly pulled my hand free of his sphincter, and watched as it clung to
my knuckles and distended with my pullout. His hole hung open for a few
moments, gradually closing, until it squeezed closed with a little lubed
fart, spitting melted Crisco into the crack of his ass.
He laid there for the entire time I showered and put myself back together,
in a deep reverie. When I had finished dressing, I sat back down on the
bed, and patted his leg.
"I've got to go Herb. Time to pick Danny up at school. Anytime you want
this again, just call. I think I enjoyed it as much as you did." His eyes
fluttered open, and I leaned over and kissed him briefly.
"Better get up and lock the door behind me if you don't want to be
surprised by the maid or somebody." He struggled to a sitting position, and
a soft fart sputtered into the thick towel. I opened the deadbolt, and
pulled the door open slightly to check if the coast was clear.
"See you later," I stepped out and closed the door behind me. I heard him
shoot the deadbolt home, and smiled to myself, and walked back through the
now empty patio area, and through the bar which had a few men sitting along
it talking. I saluted the bartender as I walked through, and he smiled at
me with what I thought was a knowing look.
I made it just in time to greet Danny as he came bounding out of
the school building.
End
