Across the Alley Chapter 17
Across the Alley Chapter 17
By
LaloGS
Fiction
My meetings went well, and I came away from New York with a contract for
three new books. I'd spent some of my advance on buying Phillip some
decent clothes. He was rotating between two pairs of pants, and two
tee shirts. His few pieces of underclothes, were stained and torn. The truth
was he'd been living at the edge of his survival. The squat he'd been
living in on the Lower East Side was overrun with vermin both the insect and
human variety. He was glad to see it in the rearview mirror for the last
time as our cab drove away.
He'd been robbed so many times there, and had been forced to have sex with
men so often, he'd come to dread going there, and often chose to hook up
with men in the Village after the play was over just so he wouldn't have to
go to the hole he was calling home. Even if he was only offered ten dollars
for the night, he thought it better than going back to the squat to face who
ever felt like forcing him to suck cock, or give up his ass.
When I wormed all this information out of him, I took him to a clinic in
the Village and had him tested. I got myself tested as well, because even
though we had played safe, there were passionate moments when we may not
have been as thoroughly careful as we should have been.
I had planned on staying in the city over the weekend, to have dinner with
some friends I hadn't seen in a year, so on Saturday morning, I arranged for
his plane ticket and switched mine, so we could get seats together on the
plane home. I called the clinic after the flight was arranged and was given
the good news. We both had tested negative, but they were concerned about
some imbalances in Phillip's blood they thought might be caused by an
improper diet. I laughed at the fact that was all that they had found, and
told the male nurse on the phone that Phillip was damn lucky that was his
biggest problem, and that I'd take care of that as soon as I could.
My friends Clark and Sheldon, were anxious to meet Phillip, and had set
dinner at eight PM. We got dressed in our best Village clothes, mine
brought along for the occasion, and Phillips still with tags on them which
we took off carefully. He was proud of his new things, and wanted to keep
then nice.
We shopped for a nice wine to bring with us as a gift, and arrived at the
door to their loft in SoHo ten minutes early. Phillip seemed a little
nervous meeting them, but I told him they would treat him like family
immediately, and he shouldn't worry about being accepted. I rang the buzzer
on the door jam, next to Mr. Green, which was their secret code. The
speaker next to the door crackled to life and Clark's voice tinny in the
cool night air demanded to know who wanted to see Mr. Green.
"There's no fucking Mr. Green," I said, smiling at the speaker.
"Oh My God! Is that you David?"
"You were expecting maybe Ethel Merman?"
"Sheldon, it's Ethel," he screamed. "Get your ass up here honey! We're
horny as hell!" People walking by on the sidewalk were staring at us
listening to the squawk of the speaker. The buzzer sounded to release the
door, and we pushed inside.
Clark and I go back years and years, and had been an item for nearly a year
at the beginning, but neither of us were ready for such a permanent
relationship then, and we both let ourselves be distracted by all the
available cock that floated in and out of our lives in those days. After
Michael, I wasn't yet ready to commit, and I think Clark was relieved when I
informed him that I just wanted to be friends.
He and Sheldon had been together about twelve years now, and were as tight
a gay couple as I'd seen. They were both great guys. Clark was a painter,
and Sheldon was a classical Cellist, and played for the New York
Philharmonic. He also composed for his instrument, and had actually had a
couple of CD's of his compositions issued by a recorded classical music club
based in New Jersey.
By the time we made it to the forth floor landing of their walk-up
building, they were both standing on the next landing up waiting for us.
Clark came rushing down the stairs with Sheldon a few steps behind, and
grabbed me around the neck planting a sloppy kiss tongue and all down my
throat. I saw his eyes taking in what was I'm sure a shocked Phillip behind
me. He suddenly broke the kiss, and pretended to spit and wipe his mouth.
He next grabbed a surprised Phillip, and planted one on him, that was
equally sloppy. Sheldon and I kissed more moderately, and he took the two
bottles of wine from me, and started up the stairs.
"Oh Mary, will you get a grip! You're scaring that poor child." He stood
at the top of the stairs with a bottle of wine gripped by the neck in each
hand and then on his hips. Clark, broke the kiss with Phillip, and I saw
him grope him several times before he took his hand and began dragging him
up the stairs behind me, talking a mile a minute.
Mostly what I caught, was how bad I was for staying away so long, and where
did I get this divine boy, and when did I have to go back to that hell on
earth called Phoenix, and didn't I miss the Big Apple just a tiny little
bit, and he hoped we liked lobster, because Dean and Deluca had a sale, and they
had splurged for the occasion."
"You know Clark, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were desperate for
someone to talk to." I put my arm around his shoulder, and we all entered
their loft. Clark sputtered for a second, and then broke out giggling.
"I'm just happy to see you asshole." He scooted off to help Sheldon pour
some wine for us. Their loft was essentially one large three thousand
square foot space. Their bed was behind a wall, blocked from view of the
living area and kitchen. The street end was where Clark painted, and it was
filled with his large bright abstractions, stacked and leaning everywhere.
The dark end of the space was where Sheldon worked, and he'd insulated
himself from the rest of New York, with several rolling sound baffles which
I knew from experience were pretty good at insuring him silence when he was
working.
I took Phillip by the hand and led him down the pickled maple floor to
look at the visible paintings Clark had arranged in his studio area, I was
sure for us to look at and comment on. I don't think Phillip had ever seen
anything quite like them, and he appeared to be awe struck at the size of
most of the canvases.
The guys joined us, and handed each of us a brimming glass of red wine.
Sheldon offered a toast to good friends, and we all tinked our glasses
together, and then sipped the wine.
"So where did you find this gorgeous child David?" Clark wasted no time
getting to the information he wanted most.
"He picked me up on the street in the Village the first night I was here.
Hustling." I let the word drop into the happy room.
"Oh baby, that's a hard life." Clark stroked his fingers over Phillips
chest.
"Uh Oh," Sheldon commented quietly into his glass. "She's after your boy
David.
"Can't you control your slut Sheldon?"
"She's so over the top, I don't even try anymore. You should see how
shameless she is on the street. I've taken to walking a block behind her so
no one will think we're together." I laughed. Clark hit Sheldon on the face
lightly with his open palm.
"Behave yourself sugar. Telling the dirty laundry in the first five
minutes." he pursed his lips at Sheldon, then hooked my arm with his, and
swung me around facing his paintings.
"Aren't they divine sweety. I'm showing them next month at Marlborough
Galleries. I insist you come to the opening. I won't know a soul I'm
sure."
"Give yourself ten minutes honey," Sheldon muttered. "You'll have
appointments to suck every man in the room."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Clark dropped my arm, and went to Phillip. "So tell
me Phillip, is Daddy David still as good as I remember?" Phillip blushed a
deep crimson red, and choked on his wine, bending to avoid getting any
splash on his new clothes.
"He has such a nice dick doesn't he." Clark reached over and groped me. I
expected it was coming, and didn't react except to roll my eyes at Sheldon.
"Tell me Shel, how do you put up with this schtick?" He beamed at me over
the lip of his wine glass.
"The queen can suck the Hudson dry through a soda straw."
"Oh you!" Clark play slapped Sheldon again, and took Phillip's arm and
dragged him toward the hidden bedroom.
"Tell me Phillip, how long have you been out?" They disappeared behind the
bedroom wall, and I heard Phillip giggle about something.
"Clark sweety," Sheldon called out. "It's time to eat, and besides, you
didn't ask daddy's permission."
"Oh daddy? Can I borrow your boy for a few minutes. I'm dying to see what
he's got." I laughed again, and followed Sheldon to the dining area off the
kitchen.
"You have to ask him," I raised my voice so Clark could hear me over the
heavy rustling of clothes behind the wall.
"He seems willing! You are willing aren't you baby?" I heard Phillip
choke back nervous giggles. Who knew what was going on behind the wall.
"Oh My," Clark squealed. "Is that all you baby?"
"Oh for gods sake Clark!" Sheldon was busily tossing a salad in the kitchen.
Phillip was suddenly ejected from the bedroom, with a wry grin on his
face. His hair was mussed a bit, but he seemed fully clothed and none the
worse for wear. He stopped for a moment, and looked back behind the wall.
Clark shrieked at him to get out of her bedroom.
"I van't to be alone!" His voice had turned deep and exotic.
"Oh god!" Sheldon groaned. He was dishing up salad, and setting the filled
plates on the table. It smelled delicious.
"Clark cut the histrionics, and come to dinner." Sheldon was standing with
his wine glass held to his lips and his left hand held palm out on his hip.
"She's gone over the top ever since you called and let us know you were in
town. You might as well relax and enjoy the show."
"What kind of show?" I sipped my wine, and pulled Phillip close to me with
an arm around his waist. He leaned over and nuzzled my ear.
"She's in drag," he whispered.
"Really? This is new. I never knew Clark to do drag before." Sheldon
shrugged, and set a large empty bowl on the table.
"The lobster shells," he asked us to take our seats, and then went to the
stereo sitting in a shelf unit near the end of the kitchen counter. "She
does a pretty decent Barbara." He stopped the CD that had been
playing Mozart, and put another in its place.
"Which track Clark?" His voice was louder than usual. I somehow got the
impression he didn't much care for what was about to happen.
"Number three, I think," Clark shouted back. "No! No! Make it number
five."
"You're sure?" He punched in some changes on the player, and the music
began to swell in the loft. From the area behind the bedroom wall, the
unmistakable voice of Miss Barbara began to sing a duet with the voice on
the CD. Clark stepped from behind the door, and the image was complete. We
were being treated to a live performance by none other than Miss Barbara
Streisand. Clark had her down pat, and as he vamped his way across the room,
I felt Phillip squirm under my arm. I checked his crotch with my palm, and
felt him thicken. He was turned on by Clark's performance. He moaned
quietly in my ear as I squeezed him.
His eyes were riveted to Clark's undulations, and he had a silly grin on
his face. As the song reached a climax, he broke into applause, and I took
my arm from around him and joined in. Barbara took her bows, and then
graciously offered her delicate hand to be kissed.
"Are you finished yet?" Sheldon, had turned the sound down on the CD
player, and glared at Clark.
"Quite sugar," Barbara said, the famous eyes batting at both Phillip and me.
Sheldon replaced the Mozart, and served the steaming lobsters. He helped
us all put on bibs to protect our clothes, and then took a seat opposite
Clark.
"That was quite a performance Clark. Are you thinking of doing it
professionally?" I served myself some salad, and passed the bowl to him
before picking up my fork to take a bite.
"Lord no. I just do it to get Sheldon's goat." She served herself a small
helping and handed the bowl to Phillip. I saw her hand slip under the
table, and saw Phillip jump slightly. My eyebrows rose in arches at
Phillip, but he was smiling at Barbara Streisand, and failed to notice.
"So does that mean you two aren't getting along? I seem to notice a bit of
tension in the air."
"We never fuck any more," Barbara said gaily. "Do we hun?"
"It seems to have declined some." Sheldon looked miserable with the turn
in the conversation.
"What do you think is the reason?" I picked up my shell Cracker, and laid
waste to a claw. Using the tiny lobster fork, I pulled the succulent flesh
from the shell and dipped it briefly into the Tabasco and lemon flavored
butter that glistened like golden oil in the ramekin next to my plate. I
saw Phillip watching me closely, and realized he'd probably never eaten such
exotic fair before and was in need of instruction.
I slipped the butter drenched claw into my mouth, and made a face to show
him how good it was. He took the shell cracker in his hand, and repeated my
every move. Sheldon was having at his lobster as well, ignoring the
question. Barbara on the other hand, was picking at her salad, and finally
put her fork down, and batted her eyes at me.
"Sheldon's jealous of you David?"
"My God? What for? We haven't been an item for years and years."
"I know, but I made the mistake of telling him about how you used to make
love to me."
"Uh oh." Phillip flashed his eyes at me, and I suspected Clark had a
handful of him under the table.
"He wants you to show him what you did that was so wonderful." Carol was
batting her eyelashes a hundred miles an hour.
I looked at Sheldon, but he was busy stripping the tail flesh out of its
shell. He stole a glance at me, and I leaned toward him and put my hand on
his leg. I gave him a squeeze, and he looked into my eyes.
"Is that true Sheldon?" He was not able to answer, but a slight nod of his
head told me he was willing to learn. I patted his leg in reassurance, and
went back to my lobster.
"How will we work this out?" I dipped a piece of tail into the butter, and
brought it to my lips.
"Phillip can stay here with me, and you can take Shel back to your hotel.
He's always wanted to spend the night in the Chelsea. Did you know Virgil
Thompson lived there until his death?"
"I didn't, but I have seen John Cage in the lobby a couple of times this
trip. Is that what you want to do Sheldon?" He had a slight smile on his
buttery lips, and nodded a little more enthusiastically this time.
"And how about you Phillip? Does staying the night with Miss Streisand here
appeal to you?"
"Do you mind David?"
"Not at all. Every experience is a good one. Besides, I know what you're
in for. Don't forget, Clark and I were lovers for several years."
We finished dinner, and Sheldon put the dishes in the dish washer, and we
kissed Phillip and Clark good night, and took a cab to the hotel. In the
room, I offered him a drink of Scotch, which was all I had, and we sat there
talking about nothing in particular while we sipped our drink. He finally
got up the nerve to move from the one easy chair in the room to sit beside
me on the bed. I put my arm around his shoulder, and pulled him closer to
me. Sheldon was younger than Clark, and Clark was younger than me by ten
years. I guessed Sheldon to be in his late twenties. His body was not
particularly muscular, but he was well proportioned for his six foot height.
He carried himself well, and I liked him a lot.
"Are you sure you want to do this with me?" He turned his head, and looked
into my eyes. His head nodded. "Why are you so shy about it then?"
"I guess I'm nervous. Clark's told me so much about your techniques, I
just wanted to experience them for myself. Clark is my first and only
experience with a man."
"So you were into women?"
"No. I've never been with a woman either. I guess I was still technically
a virgin when Clark picked me up at the baths. I went there to specifically
lose my virginity, and he was the only guy who invited me home with him."
"So what made you technically a virgin then?"
"Well, a guy had sucked me off in the video room before I met Clark, so
technically he was the first man I ever had sex with."
"Do you even know what you like to do sexually?"
"Not really, I imagine what it would be like to take a dick in my ass,
but...well, you know Clark."
"Yeah, Miss Bottom Only, but god can she suck cock. Phillip's going to
look like a piece of wilted lettuce by morning. So you're fantasy is to get
bottomed yourself, and you've set yourself up in a relationship with the
world's most committed bottom. How do you think it will resolve itself?
You both obviously care a lot for each other."
"I don't know, but I was hoping you might offer some suggestions." I
rubbed the back of his neck with my hand, and he rolled his head on his
shoulders. When he faced me, I kissed him on the mouth. He let me push my
tongue into his Scotchy mouth, and clean his teeth. I took his glass from
his hand, and set his along side mine on the floor, and laid him down on the
bed. He sighed, and watched me with half lidded eyes as I undressed him,
making love to each part of his body as it became available free of clothes.
When he was naked on the bed, his more than respectable cock, was rock hard
and drooling precum across his stomach just under his navel as he jerked the
throbbing member with his sphincter muscles. I quickly stripped out of my
clothes, letting them fall on the floor next to his. His eyes got large in
his face when he saw my thick hardness come into view. Instinctively, he
reached for it, trying to get a sense of what he'd gotten himself into.
"Wow," he said, stroking my shaft, and watching the tip ooze lube for him.
He pulled the tip of my cock to his lips, and licked the dripping
transparent liquid off. His tongue felt marvelous on my tender skin.
I pushed a little into his mouth, and let him nurse on it for a few
minutes. It was clear this boy needed to give himself up to a complete
fucking. I was almost positive he would be virgin territory from what he
had told me. I pulled a tube of lube out of the night stand drawer, and
threw my leg over his body with my ass in his face.
"I'm going to open you up Shel, but while I'm doing it I want you to rim my
butt."
"What's that?"
"I have to have a word with Clark. This." I showed him what it meant with
my tongue swiping down his crack and across his bud. He jerked under me,
and I pushed my tongue into his hole a ways. He sighed, and threw his arms
around my hips and pulled my ass down over his face. I felt his tongue
begin to probe softly at my sphincter.
"Don't be afraid, I'm clean, and there won't be any surprises." His tongue
got a little stiffer, and he began to rim me in earnest. I squeezed the
tube of lube over his hole, and began to push a finger into him. His body
tightened under me, but he quickly realized it wasn't the thing to do, and
My fuck finger slipped into him easily. I let it slide as deep as it would
go, and drummed on his prostate for a moment. He sucked in his breath, and
I felt his big cock flex under my stomach. I raised myself slightly, and
sucked his small hairy nut sack into my mouth. He moaned, and I slipped a
second finger into him. He reached between us, and took his drooling cock
in hand and started to jerk off.
"Stop that Shel," I knocked his hand away, and he whimpered. His cock was
as hard as any I'd ever experienced, and I knew he wanted to cum badly. Our
brief period of play, had him so turned on he was aching to blow his wad. I
attributed it to his inexperience as a bottom, and the excitement of losing
his virginity. His rim job was winding down, as his tongue grew tired, and
I reversed myself over him again, and ripped open a condom with my free hand
and my teeth. I slipped the latex over my nob, and rolled the rubber down
my pulsing shaft, while he watched with lust glazed eyes. I pulled my
fingers out of his asshole, and pushing his knees up to his chest, I opened
his butt to my shaft. I told him to hold his legs tightly with his arms,
and then put the head of my cock in his hole and pushed into him.
He groaned and gasped for breath, and I felt his muscle tighten down in
pain on me. I stopped pushing and let him rest a bit. When he inevitably
relaxed again, I pushed on to the bottom. His knees flew up, trying to
straighten out his legs, but I held him in place, cooing to him to relax
that it would stop hurting in a few moments.
I took the tube of lube, and squeezed a bit on my fingers, and began
stroking his rigid cock shaft. He moaned again, and his eyes fluttered a
time or two, and then closed tightly.
"Fuck me David," he gasped, and I smiled. My hips began to rock slowly
pulling my shaft out of his butt a few inches, and then pushing back into
him. He exhaled each time I bottomed out with a gush of air.
I fucked him for several minutes in that position, until he seemed to relax
with it totally. I told him to hold on tight to his knees, and I rolled him
over onto them, never losing contact with his hole. In that position, I
could stroke and thrust into him as deep as I wanted with much more control.
He was moaning and gasping in no time. I'd left off stroking his cock,
because I knew he was over stimulated as it was, and I wanted the fuck to
last as long as he could stand it.
A good twenty minutes went by, and I was wearing his ass out with my thick
cock riding him like a stallion. He began to toss his head from side to
side, and his ass began to rock up and down with every stroke into I threw
into him. His breathing was getting ragged, and I knew he was about to lose
his cream. I still had a way to go, but figured there would be time for me
later. I pulled out of him, and rolled him over and his legs went rigid on
either side of my hips, and his throbbing cock sprang up into my hand. I
stroked him with my lubed hand, and he was suddenly basting cum all over
himself, me and the wall above his head. I hooked his knees under my arms
and shoved my cock back into his ass, and he shivered as I entered him.
Another shudder wracked his body, and he shot another rope of cum across his
chest. His eyes squeezed shut almost as if he was in pain, and he tightened
his hole down on my shaft like a Vicegrip tool. I let his muscles pull me
over the edge, and began filling the cock sock with a load of spunk I didn't
think I had in my from all the fucking and sucking Phillip and I had done
the night before, and into the afternoon. I groaned as my nuts emptied into
his ass, and he pulled me down on top of him, and humped my cock as I shot.
When it was over, we both lay side by side, and stroked our fingers over
each other's bodies. Gradually, we drifted off to sleep. It was morning
before I awoke, with Shel nibbling and sucking on my piss hard cock. I let
him play, and started telling him I thought he and Clark needed to open up
their relationship. If I knew what a bottom was, he fit the bill, and of
course, Clark was dyed in the wool. The only happiness they'd find
together, was finding some top stud to share. There were plenty of them out
there, so they could have a gay old time, and it might just save their
relationship.
He blew me to a smashing climax, and savored every drop of cum he could
coax out of my sore drained nuts. We had some food delivered in from the
diner on Eighth Avenue, and called Clark and Phillip while we ate. They had
apparently had a good time dressing up until all hours, but the sex had been
anticlimactic.
I explained to Clark what I perceived the problem to be,
and what my solution would be, and he clapped his hands and sang in my ear.
"I know just the stud. He'll love two bottoms to work over at the same
time. Let me talk to Shel."
"Fine, but will you put Phillip in a cab and send him up to the hotel?
We've got a plane to catch in a few hours, and we need to get organized."
"I'll do better than that hon. I'll bring him up there myself. I'd like
one more shot at that wonderful hose between your legs."
"Well, I don't think there's much left in there for you sugar, but I'm
willing to let you try. Come ahead."
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