Eric's Story

[EasyRory]

Part Six


The Boxster was amazing, but taking it for one trip on the 880 was enough to satisfy my need for speed. Shoe was even more amazing. Except for that first declaration, he didn't say “I love you” much; but he showed me he did every day. Little things, like being happy to see me, listening, sharing, a silly little present, little things that showed he was thinking of me as much as I was of him. And the sex was fantastic. My life was going so well, I couldn't believe my luck.

Luke never became a problem. He was as much my friend and work partner as ever. If my falling for Shoe hurt him, he never let it show. For his birthday I gave him a t-shirt with a vivid tropical design that said “Tiki Apartments Part of Paradise.” He was surprised because he said he hated birthdays and never told anybody when his was; but I could tell he liked the gift. He laughed and said, Yeah, the ass end of Paradise.”

Even the orderly who pissed me off turned out to be not so bad. Walking down the hall one day he gave me a “hi Eric” and I replied “hi Mary” with my best smile. “Just so you know, I don't actually like that name,” he said. I apologized and told him I thought that was what his friends called him. “That's what a few bitches call me. My friends call me Spike.” He was what my mother would call 'a little swishy' and didn't fit the 'Spike' image, but what the hell? He must have read my thoughts and laughed. “I know, I know. Some day I'll tell you why they call me Spike. Changing the subject, you and Boxster-guy look like you're hitting it off, huh?” I asked him how he could tell and he said, “Dude, I have seen him dropping you off. The two of you light up the sky when you're together.”

So I was walking home in a great mood, thinking warm thoughts and minding my own business. On the whole Alameda is a pretty safe place, and the cops work hard, some people say too hard, to keep it that way; but it has some rough edges especially in the part of town where I lived. I had just left the hospital when I realized another pair of feet were echoing mine. A limping guy in a hoody was overtaking me. I felt in my pocket for $20 to give him, if I had to.

“Eric?” the hoody whispered.

“Dan! That you? Why are you limping?” He slumped against me and I had to help him stay on his feet.

“I got a slug in my leg. Think you can get it out?”

“No, but I know somebody who can. How far can you walk?” Luke's place was close by.

We made it to Luke's but Dan was ashen from the pain. Luke went to work with morphine and a probe. He answered my questioning eyes with “You never know when you'll need this stuff.” The slug was small and not deep. Luke cleaned the wound and sewed it up with a couple of stitches. I tried to take Dan home, but he said he didn't want to advertise his presence. “You can stay here.” Luke said. “I live alone and nobody needs to know anything.”

Luke kept me posted on Dan's progress, which was swift. Several days later he said, “Dan wants to see you tonight after work, if you can stop by.”

Of course I could. “How you doing Dan?” I asked. He looked fine, sitting in a chair with his leg propped up.

“Saint Luke here has got me feeling great.” He exchanged grins with Luke and I got the certain sense he meant Luke had worked on more than just his leg. “Do you still have that stuff I gave you? Good, add this to it, ok?” He gave me another smaller envelope. “If you don't hear from me in six months, take everything to the address on this envelope. Come here.” I walked up to him. “Closer, bend down.” He pulled my face to his and kissed me. “I always wanted to do that. Luke says you have somebody special now. Good for you.”

“Laurie would love to see you, Dan.” My charming roommate Laurie had shared those charms with many including Dan, I assumed, from the way she spoke about him.

Dan looked apprehensive, “Did you tell her I was here?”

“No, I haven't told anybody anything. I just know she would like to know you're ok.”

Seeing Laurie wasn't a possibility. So I left and a couple of days later Luke told me Dan was gone. “Eric, you have this way of making people like you. Dan, for instance. Did you guys ever hook up?” I told him no and he shook his head, “He thinks the world of you.”

A couple of days later we got a call. “Tiki. Apt 110N. Complications from an animal bite.”

Looking in the door of 110N, it didn't appear to be that bad. Just a barefooted guy with what looked like a bushy tail coming out of his foot. “My pet bit me and he won't let go. It hurts.”

“Your pet looks like a 'coon skin cap.” Luke observed.

“He's a baby badger; I call him Badboy.”

We donned padded gloves. Usually they were for hot or sharp objects but Luke figured the badger qualified on both counts. Luke tried to grab the badger by its neck. It growled fairly alarmingly but wouldn't let go. “Why did he bite you?” I asked.

“Do I have to tell you?” the guy asked. Luke just glared at him while he tried grabbing the badger again. More growls. “Ok, he's very affectionate after he's eaten and I got to wondering ...”

“Keep talking,” Luke said preparing a syringe.

“I wondered if I could get him to suck my dick if I smeared hamburger on it.”

“You're an idiot,” Luke said chuckling.

“Well, it turned out he would and he did and after all the messing around getting him to do it I was pretty turned on and came in his mouth. He coughed and coughed and then bit me on the heel and won't let go. So I pulled my pants up and called you.”

Luke shot the badger up with enough morphine to put a horse out. “Sorry, Badboy; at least you'll go happy. And you - it's too bad he didn't bite you on the throat.”

“That's not very compassionate,” the guy whined, prodding a dopey Badboy with his fingers.

“Neither is tricking a badger into a blow job.” The badger released his bite and lay still, panting. “Ok, let's see your penis.”

“Is that necessary?” the guy asked, instinctively squeezing his legs together.

“If he bit you and it's infected, you could lose it.” Luke switched to rubber gloves.

The guy lowered his pants and Luke poked around a bit. “Ok, looks like you're safe.” and then he flicked the guy hard on the balls. Once, twice. Ignoring the guy's howls, Luke told me, “I had to test for sensation.”

We loaded the guy, who claimed he couldn't walk, and deeply sleeping Badboy onto the gurney and returned to the hospital. In the ER, Luke said, “Ok, not up to the usual Tiki standards, but not bad for this early in the evening.”

“Did you really have to pop him on the balls?” I asked.

“Hell, no. I was just getting even for Badboy.”

The next day at school Shoe was excited. “Eric, you want to live at my house? My parents are going to China tomorrow for almost three weeks. The servants will be gone, too. Finally we can let loose. What do you think?” I thought yes and looked forward to Shoe's parents' departure.

I went to work walking on clouds but soon came down to earth. For some reason emergencies had dropped off on the island, so the hospital was using the EMT's for various kinds of mostly manual labor to keep us busy. It was not always easy work, but tonight wasn't too bad. Spike congratulated me on finding what he called a real job while I helped him clean and sterilize a bunch of OR instruments. “You know they call us Patient Care Assistants but an orderly is still an orderly. The doctors shit on the nurses and the nurses shit on us, when they're not trying to fuck us. Of course it's only a couple old male nurses who hit on me, but you'll probably get both. Can you get it up for a girl?”

“It's been known to happen.”

“I can't do it with girls. I've tried, but it just doesn't work for me.”

“Maybe you just haven't found the right girl. There are girls I couldn't do it with either.”

“You think? I don't know.”

The hospital PA blared “Code Eleven. Code Eleven.” That was for Luke and me. “I'll be back to help you as soon as we're done,” I told Spike.

The emergency was real; a heart attack close by on San Antonio. Another old lady in trouble. We got her to the ER in good time. She was awake and talking to us, lots of little old lady stuff; and it looked as if she'd be living on San Antonio a while longer. I went back to find Spike but he had finished his job and was on a break. As he predicted, the nurse in charge eyed me up and down. “EMT, huh?” she said.

“Yes, ma'am.”

“You don't have to call me ma'am.” She took a deep breath and pushed her breasts out. “I'm Julie.”

“Yes, ma'am, Julie. I'm Eric.”

“Yes, you are, aren't you?” It verged on sexual harrassment, the way she looked at me; but that is such a limp-dick excuse for a guy to use. So I just smiled and let her stare at my crotch. She wet her lips and was about to say something when the PA blared “Code Eleven. Code Eleven.”

“Sorry, that's me,” I told her and hustled back to the ER. “What's up?” I asked Luke, who just smiled.

The hospital administrator was there and he personally complimented Luke and me on our care for Mrs. Peralta. I gave Luke a what's-this-about look. “Mrs. Peralta said you were the two most competent, polite, and caring medical people she had ever met. I'd like to add my thanks. It makes everybody proud when we can give people extraordinarily good treatment.” Ah, the lady on San Antonio.

He shook our hands and left. Luke said, “He didn't mention that the Peraltas provided the founding grants to establish this place. They owned most of the county once.” I had heard the Peralta name; it's all over Eastbay. The College of Alameda was part of the Peralta System.

What a shift. I was glad when it was over and I could go home for a night's sleep. I was walking up to Central when I heard the footsteps.

“Eric,” whispered the hoody.

“Dan! You ok this time?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to see you. This is for you.” He paused in a deep shadow and handed me a box. “Can I kiss you again?”

He didn't wait for an answer and kissed me with some feeling. “If I had met you a few years ago, you would have changed my life and I hope I could have changed yours.” He let his hands drift down to cup my ass and pulled me hard against him. “Twinkle, twinkle little star.” He kissed me again and walked rapidly away.

I didn't get his last comment and walked the rest of the way home wondering about the box. It felt smooth on all sides. In the light I could see it was metal with some kind of a cypher lock. Sliding bands revealed letters when I moved them; but the box wouldn't open. I gave up and went to bed. My dick was hard from the memory of Dan's hands on me. I didn't know about changing lives, but he sure could have fucked me. I felt like I was betraying Shoe thinking these thoughts, so I imagined Shoe's dick when I kissed his nipples. Fuck! That wasn't curing my hardon; but I liked thinking about Shoe. Finally, I rolled onto my side and sleep came.

 

[DonQuixote]

Hi, Rory.
What a great chapter.

A lot of action going on, and some nice character development.

Mystery man Dan slips back into the picture, covertly, and wants to do the Kootchie Koo with our boy, Eric, too. At least he understands about Shoe.

Not that it keeps him from lightly sampling the goods, lol.

Thanks for conitinuing to write this story for us.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Seven

I put the strange box in the drawer with Dan's other stuff and packed a backpack for my stay at Shoe's. I thought classes would never end and the last one in fact didn't. The professor invited those who could make it to have a beer on him at a place on the Estuary. I bowed out and met Shoe in the parking lot. I put my backpack in the tiny trunk and got in the car. “I have bad news.”

Shoe's face fell. “What?”

“I could only get one week off. So with a Thursday at both ends, that gives us nine days.” I could tell Shoe wanted to kiss me but he just squeezed my hand. He hated public displays. “But … I have to work tonight. The time off starts at the end of my shift.”

Shoe looked around the lot and, seeing no one, put my hand on his crotch. “You think I can wait?” He sighed as I felt his erection. I unzipped him, bent over and licked his cock. “Eric! We're right out in the open! Wait!”

“Qu nide Xuefei” I said.

Shoe gasped and quit protesting. He helped me get his jeans down to his knees and leaned back while I went to work. He came quicker than usual. He pulled his pants up. “Do you know what that means?” He sounded astonished and drove out of the lot.

“Yes, I do.” I learned a couple phrases from a guy in my biology class and had been practicing.

“It was perfect Mandarin. You sounded like my father.”

“Oh, great, imitating your father gets you off?”

“No, I mean …” and then he laughed. “No, you get me off, always you.”

“Wo ai ni Xuefei.”

“I love you, too, Eric.”

He dropped me off in the driveway and I spotted Spike having a cigarette outside the door to the ER. “Wow, what did you do? Blow him in the car?”

“Spike, jeez... What do you think we are?”

“That guy's crazy about you.” Spike stepped on his cigarette and walked in with me. “Let me smell your breath.” I breathed on him. “You did, didn't you, Mr. Cum-breath.” He gave me a mint and tried to control his amusement. “You working with me tonight?”

“I don't know. Maybe.”

Luke and I suited up in the locker room. “So how gay is getting a MALE badger to suck you off?” he asked.

“You're going after that guy? I don't know. He seemed pretty straight to me.”

“He seemed pretty nuts to me; but I think he could be had. And it wasn't a bad body. Maybe a follow-up visit to check on his heel.”

“Good luck.” I told him and noticed he was wearing very colorful and clingy underwear.

“You like? A present from Dan. He said a dozen of them fell off a truck up in Piedmont.”

“Code Eleven. Code Eleven,” sounded the PA. It was painfully loud in the locker room.

The dispatcher was right outside the door. “You knew we were in there. Couldn't you have walked three steps?” Luke complained.

He just smiled. “Tiki. Apartment 247E. Body parts.”

“Body parts? Shouldn't the police be called.”

“They're responding also.”

We got there first and after our answer went unanswered the super let us in. There were body parts, but they sure weren't fresh. We weren't even sure they were actual flesh, let alone human. “This is some kind of plastic,” I said to Luke.

The woman who called in the 911 stood tapping her toe. “I told you. I told you. There was another one in the hall. He must be a hatchet murderer.”

“Qu nide huli jing,” I muttered.

“I need a what?” she demanded, outraged. Even Luke looked at me surprised.

“It's just a Chinese expression.”

“Oh, ok then.” She seemed mollified. “What does it mean?”

“It means shut the fuck up, bitch.” I'm usually patient, but even Boy Scouts have off days. Luke gave me a cautionary “Eric.”

“Well!” She was working up to something. “Well! Let me tell you … EEEEEKKK!”

A door opened and a young man wearing underwear just like Luke's walked out of a bathroom. He was astonished. He was also breathtaking. “What's going on here?”

The woman fled and Luke just stared. Luke was mesmerized. Finally he said, “I have the same underwear.” He unzipped the front of his coveralls enough to show him.

“Yeah, the Malibu Ken model.” The guy laughed. “So aside from wearing my underwear, what are you guys doing here?”

“We got a report that body parts were discovered.” Luke went back to his professional voice as the guy pulled on a shirt and jeans.

“These? They're made from a kind of almost-flesh material that was developed at my company in Emeryville. We don't know exactly what to do with it, but it's kind of neat, huh? Eventually it dries out, but then you put it in water and it feels like skin again.”

“How is the water transferred through the cell membrane?” I asked.

“Well, it's almost a cell, but it isn't living, of course. It's a polymer with a molecular memory that wants to retain liquid.” He gave me a very technical explanation, most of which I understood.

“Ok, so no murder, no mayhem,” Luke noted.

At that point the police came in with guns drawn. Explanations followed and the police apologized and left. We were about to leave too when the guy asked Luke, “So where did you get the underwear?”

“I don't know. They were a gift.”

“Me, too. You think any guy would actually pay for them? They cost a fortune.”

“I'd pay for them if they made me look as good as you.” Kind of a dumb comment, but I just blurted it out.

“But you do look as good as me.”

I said I'd take the gurney and a medical kit back to the ambulance. Luke soon followed and helped me stow the gear. “His name's Reston. I got a date with him. So much for solving the mystery of Badger Bob and the half-eaten heel.”

We were driving back to the hospital and Luke said, “Eric, you really don't know how attractive you are?”

“Nobody but you ever said so. High school girls, maybe, but they went for anybody who could walk without falling down. All I used to get at home was criticism about every single thing I did, all my life. Nothing I did was right, ever. That guy Mom married, he isn't all that much worse than my real father.”

“Eric, you're fucking gorgeous. I've seen people at the hospital, men, women, young, old stop in their tracks just to watch you. Don't you ever notice this?”

“I try not to. Let's not talk about it, ok? Shoe's picking me up tonight.”

After we filed a report for the false emergency and took a brief break, I was sent to the OR section for work. Spike was making up packs for the next day. We resumed our conversation about Spike's problem with girls. It turned out he really wanted to try sex with a girl. He felt like it was something he needed to do and then he could settle down as a happy homo with all his questions answered.

“Aren't you two finished yet?” Julie the charge nurse bellowed.

“What about her?”

“No way,” Spike said.

“Why not? What's wrong with her? You're about the same age. She's not bad looking. She's experienced, I bet.”

“Too experienced.”

“I'm gonna talk to her. What reason do we have?”

Spike told me I could put some standard instrument packs away in the cabinets near Julie. “Just match the label on the drawer with the name on the pack. It's easy.”

I wheeled the cartload of packs up to the cabinet and started putting them away. “How's it going tonight, Julie?”

“Good enough. You?” She shifted in her chair.

“Spike and I were just comparing schedules. He's looking for something to do on his day off.”

“He just needs a new boyfriend.”

“I don't know. He was telling me he wished he knew a nice girl.”

“Spike is looking for a GIRL??” She laughed and crossed her legs.

“Well, that's what he says. He's having a hard time because every girl he meets who might be willing is too intimidating, too experienced. And he doesn't want to mess with any teenagers. It's tough, you know? He wants somebody who wouldn't make fun of him because he's never done it but still somebody who's experienced enough to help him … you know … lose his cherry.”

“Really? Spike?” She recrossed her legs and the word lubricious came to mind.

“I told him my roommate Laurie might be just what he's looking for. She's almost exactly what he wants, but I know she's busy all week.”

I got the packs put away and Julie said that was all the work she had for me. As I left I heard her call into one of the ORs, “Hey, Spike, you there?” I figured I had done my good deed for the day.

Luke and I cleaned and checked out the hospital's two vehicles and then our shift was over. Changing back into street clothes I took a good look at Luke. He glanced up. “What?”

“Those are hot drawers, Luke. You know, you look just as good as Reston.” Two good deeds and I only exaggerated a little.

Shoe was parked up the street waiting for me. I got in the car and he said, “Strap in. This is going to be the fastest trip up those hills in history.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Easy is a good preface to your moniker - your story is certainly an easy read.

Light hearted, but with enough real relationship stuff going on to give your characters some dimension, not just be stick figures.

The parking lot Blow Job was Captivating, I guess is the word, lol.

Thanks for continuing to share your talents with us.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Eight


“What are you waiting for?” I lay on my back with Shoe kneeling between my legs. I slid his foreskin back and I could see how wet the head of his cock was. I was ready for him.

He delayed. “I love looking down at you. I see your erection, you balls pulled up tight, your lips swollen from our kisses, your thighs holding me. You are the perfect picture of sex for me.”

I pulled him to me and we kissed again. As he entered me he said “Bao ju hua”, and we began slowly fucking. Then he rolled me over, so I was face down with my ass in the air and entered me again, slowly fucking me. I tightened and squeezed and he groaned his pleasure. “Oh, my Eric.” I tried to tighten inside again, but I couldn't; I lay fully open, just wanted him to fuck me. He caressed my back, kissing my neck. I felt his breath on me as his panting became faster. With one arm around my chest, he reached for my cock. I was so wet I could hear the slippery noise of him stroking me. His touch was electric and without much warning and much sooner than I wanted I came, pulsing repeatedly. He followed seconds later, slamming into me and forcing me down onto the sheets.

“Wow. I never came like that while getting fucked.”

“I'm your best fuck?” Shoe sounded pleased.

“You're my only fuck.” His eyes were questioning. “You and Luke are the only men I've had real sex with and you're the only one who fucked me. What does 'Bao ju hua' mean anyway?”

Shoe grinned and said, “Literally, to explode your chrysanthemum; figuratively, to fuck your ass. So I am your first? Why didn't you tell me?”

“A day came along when I wanted you to fuck me and I didn't think it was a big deal.”

“Everything about you is a big deal to me.”

I felt so comfortable in his arms. “I'm dead tired, Shoey. Want to sleep?” His kiss said ok.

He was already up and setting a little table in his bedroom when I awoke. “Breakfast?” I was ravenous and dove in. Breakfast was followed by the bathroom routine. I wanted a close shave because the stubble on my face gave Shoe a rash if I kissed him a lot and I had big plans to kiss him a bunch. We spent the next few days fucking each others' brains out and still it wasn't enough. By the end of day four, we were intimate with each other in a way we hadn't been before.

During a gentle moment the next morning, we were walking through Redwood Park and I asked him “Xuefei, what would a Chinese person call you as an affectionate name – one you would like?”

“Shoey.”

“Really? Amazing. That's what I call you.”

“That's why I like it.” He smiled and pulled me to him.

He was a wonderful kisser; and, with the sun on his face, his lips were magnetic. This embrace led to us running a couple of miles back to his house. We stripped and despite our sweat, made love and it was like no other time.

It was hurried at first and I entered him before he was completely ready. I hurt him but he wouldn't stop or let me stop either. Once we were connected in body and spirit we slowed down. I fucked him as slowly as I could while still driving all the way in and pulling almost all the way out. It was incredibly arousing as I felt him move under me. I loved the way he would put his hands on me. First he would touch me just to feel my body and then he would seize me, pulling at me as if he couldn't get enough. And then he would do it again as his legs wrapped around me. He began moaning, a high moan, almost a cry and sighing “Fuck me, Eric. More. Faster. Don't stop.” His breathing became ragged and he ordered me, “Harder. Don't stop. Oh! Mmmm. Oww! Fuck! I'm coming.” It felt like his ass squeezed as he spurted and I came too, pushing as deeply as I could.

I don't know if we ever were that perfectly synchronized before or since. We both knew it was a high that would be hard to repeat. Shoe said he had never come before just from getting fucked and I certainly had never seen it happen. We spent the rest of that day in awe of our experience.

That night we ordered Chinese delivery. While very American in most ways, Shoe hated pizza - it was something about the cheese, he said – so we never had that. Chinese was fine with me and Shoe knew how to order things that I'd never seen or tasted before. He said most Asian restaurants have a sort of secret menu that they offer only to Asians; non-Asians never see it. So we ate well, fiery hot, but well. Then Shoe took a phone call and set up a sailing date for the next day; after almost a week of non-stop sex, a little break sounded great. So we planned to meet his friends the next day for an afternoon on the bay.

“Ok, I have to warn you these guys are a colorful. Their real names are Duong, who is Vietnamese, and Chengyu, who is Chinese, but they are second generation Americans and I'm never sure what names they will tell people.”

We parked at the Alameda Yacht Club and walked down a wooden pier to a sleek black-hulled sailboat maybe thirty feet in length. Shoe greeted his friends in Chinese. Then the taller one said to me “Hi, I'm Big Duong and this is Little Duong. You can call us B.D and Didi.”

Didi shook hands and said, “There is a long obscene explanation for that. We are both actually called Joe, like all good Asian-Americans.” At this point B.D.-Joe shoved him in the water and then, helping him out, got pulled in for his trouble. They both climbed up a chrome ladder and shivered a little in the chill breeze. They were wearing something like cut-off sweat pants that clung to them like tissue paper. “You're going to get wet. There is a bunch of stuff in the cabin to wear,” Didi-Joe said.

Shoe and I stepped down into the small cabin and found a pile of shorts and t-shirts. Shoe shrugged at me and began changing. Shoe was slim and everything probably would have fit him but I had a bigger butt and the first pair of shorts weren't going to fit. As I was struggling wih the shorts Didi looked through the door and yelled “Shenme shi da jiba!”

I made a fake frown and said to him, “Quit talking about my big dick.”

“Wow. And he speaks Chinese, too.”

Shoe didn't think that was too funny was terse in reply. “Only a few words.”

“The right ones!” Didi said.

By then I found a pair of shorts that fit and the show was over. I figured a t-shirt would be good until the sky got sunnier. As Shoe and I stepped onto the deck, BD took in the lines and walked the boat down the pier into the estuary. At the last moment he jumped gracefully aboard and sat in the cockpit as momentum took us out into the channel. Didi hauled taut the jib and the wind filled the little sail.

“Fuck,” BD said, “We'll be all day tacking out of the Estuary.” He started a motor and the boat moved directly toward the Bay with the jib flapping until Didi got it down. Shoe went forward to help Didi. “You have a big dick, huh?” BD asked in as friendly a manner as anybody can manage for discussing a stranger's anatomy.

“I don't think so.”

“Eric, Chengyu and Xuefei and I have been friends since we were in kindergarten and we have no secrets. I know how Xuefei feels about you and if he likes you I want to like you also. Chengyu and I became special friends right after high school. We forget sometimes and say too much. Asians are very direct; it's in our genes. We were too forward with you.” I tried to stop his apology but he shifted course. “Besides, once you get those shorts wet, everything will be obvious. No secrets on this boat.”

“About these shorts ...”

“Yeah, I know. Chengyu got them from a rowing club. The club changed its colors and was going to throw them all away. So Chengyu took them for us to use on the boat. The fact that they are …uh, form-fitting ... makes them fun with the right people.” He changed subjects. “So, when we get into the Bay we'll set sail. Xuefei and Chengyu will take the jib and you and I will handle the main. When I tell you, start untying these gripes and then heave around on that winch, matey.”

We raised the sails as Duong planned and then all sat in the cockpit as we sailed on a long reach northward. “We thought we could sail to Tiburon for an early dinner and then back, if that's ok. A friend of ours has opened a restaurant. We should get back a little after seven, while it's still light.” Chengyu said. Shoe and I agreed and Duong put his arm around Chengyu, who leaned back comfortably. Shoe just held my hand.

We proceeded north up the eastern side of the Bay and, once out of the lee of Treasure Island, we hit the blast of ocean wind that blows almost constantly in the Golden Gate. The boat heeled to starboard and we picked up speed. Our serene sail turned into an exciting ride. Duong hauled in the main sheet and pointed us more into the wind and that little boat really moved. We sailed into the lee of Angel Island and then headed for the harbor at Belvedere Cove where their friend's restaurant was. We tied up at an empty pier and were securing the sails and our personal gear when two guys came up to the boat.

“Ahoy!” called one of them, sounding unsure of whether the term was actually used.

“Ar, matey!” Duong growled.

“We took some pictures of you coming in and would it be alright if we took some more close up?”

“It's ok with me. Anybody mind?” he called to the rest of us.

Shoe and I shrugged but Chengyu wanted to know more. “What are the pictures for?”

“We're doing a fashion spread over there,” the guy pointed at a small group of people, “and we'd like some more with boats and people.”

All four of us lined up at the rail and the guys noticed our shorts. “Where'd you get the uniform?”

“East Bay Men's Crew,” Chengyu said.

“Really? Those are team wear?”

“Notice the EBMC on the leg,” Duong frowned as if the guy was an idiot. I glanced down at us and wondered if the leg is the first thing a person would notice.

The guys chose not to take offense and one of them started giving directions while the other guy took the pictures. Look this way, look that way, put your arms on each others' shoulders, and so on. “Ok, we're gonna show these to the director and see what he thinks.”

Duong pointed to the restaurant where we were going. “You can find us there at the bar.” After tidying things on the boat, we changed into our regular clothes and headed for the restaurant. Duong and Chengyu were received by the manager like old friends, which they were, and we all got a round on the house. Shoe had iced tea, and I had a bottle of Anchor. Duong and Chengyu had Margaritas. The manager told us his business was doing ok and that the weekend crowds were really good; if we stayed for dinner he recommended the crab. At this point the guy with the camera came in and was looking all over. “Here,” I called.

“Oh, shit, I almost didn't recognize you in these clothes. Lenny liked the shots and wants to get some more before we lose the light. Ok? And can we bring some of the girls on the boat? Meet you at the boat.”

The guy didn't wait for an answer and assumed we'd do whatever he wanted. By the time we finished out drinks, reserved a table, and got back to the boat, the camera crew were already on board. “Ok, you guys need to put those shorts back on and line up over here. Let's go, before the light is gone.” The bossy guy was Lenny.

“At least he didn't say 'Chop chop!' “ Chengyu groused as we changed.

A guy stuck his head in the cabin and said, “No underwear.”

Wearing just shorts and t-shirts, the four of us emerged onto the deck. Lenny checked us out and said, “Take the shirts off, please.” Then he asked Shoe and Chengyu to put theirs back on. “What about wet?” an assistant asked. “You guys mind being wet?” asked Lenny.

“This is starting to feel like porn,” Chengyu complained. “I want to be paid.”

Lenny never batted an eye. “$250 an hour, plus $250 for the boat.?”

Chengyu smiled and said, “For $300, you can have wet and naked.”

Lenny broke stride and a smile crossed his face; he looked closely at Chengyu. “If I ever do porn, I'll give you a call. Ok, you want to jump in the Bay or do we use that hose on you.”

We elected the hose and were soon posing in our wet shorts for action shots involving the boat. Then a few of the female models got into the act and draped themselves on us. All in all it took an hour and a half. Another assistant took our names and we had to sign some kind of release; she promised checks would be in the mail the next day.

My three friends were laughing over their little modeling adventure, but as the poor kid in the crowd I actually valued making a nice bit of pay so easily. The sail back to Alameda was peaceful and by the time we got the boat cleaned up and everything stowed it was dark.

We got back to Shoe's house feeling good and tired. Sex was sweet but not very athletic; sleep was just as welcome. We had one day to go.

The next morning about eight thirty, the phone rang. Shoe's parents had just landed at SFO and were taxiing to the terminal. Shoe and I dressed quickly and he dropped me in Alameda on his way to the airport in his father's big SUV. The nice thing about the SUV was the blackened windows. Shoe felt bold enough to give me a big kiss as I thanked him for the best week of my life.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
A crazy installment. Lots of fun activities, and a bit of a bossy Picture Shoot. It will be interesting to see what develops - was it legit, was it not.

Interesting Art Direction - Shorts but no "shorts", lol.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Nine

I crawled into my bed and relaxed blissfully. I wondered if I'd ever want sex again until woke up a couple hours later with a hardon. Laurie giggled when she saw me heading for the bathroom. “Sorry, I didn't know you were home.” The shower felt good and I wore my towel back to the room.

“I'd complain if you weren't so cute,” Laurie stopped me in the hall and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I'm off to work. You want to work a noon yacht club job tomorrow?” I told her yes and she left. A faint smell of her perfume hung in the air. I liked girl's perfume – on girls, that is.

I could hear Mark in his room. It was a rare day that we were all home at the same time. He came into my room wearing a pair of boxers and sat on the bed. “I miss the days in Moraga,” he said. “You know, the days when we had reliable cars, even if it was somebody's mother's minivan.” He watched me get dressed.

“What's wrong with your current wheels?” His cars came and went; I didn't remember what the latest model was.

“Stolen.” He sighed. “The police just laughed; 'How does it feel to be on the victim end?' they said. Fuck. I don't create victims. I don't rob people, beat them up, rape them. I just do little business deals that the law doesn't approve of. Which reminds me, you want some good smoke? It's Humbolt.”

I was on top of the world. I could pretend I didn't need any mood building, but the real reason was I couldn't afford Mark's pot even with the money I made in Tiburon. “No thanks, Mark. I appreciate the offer though.”

“If you change your mind, it's stashed under that slab the garbage cans sit on.” Getting off my bed, he spread his legs and his baggy boxers showed off the goods. I couldn't help checking him out.

“Why there?”

“I load up the garbage with smelly stuff. It distracts police dogs. Help yourself to a bag if you want.” My room was small and he squeezed past me to get to the hall. He rubbed against me and through the cloth of his underwear I could feel the shape of his soft cock brush my leg. I dismissed it as a pure accident. Mark was dressed and gone before I had my shoes on. I looked in the mirror checking myself over critically and decided I could afford a good haircut. I heard the sounds of a car braking and a knock on the door.

“Shoe! Come on in. You look like shit.”

“Eric... Eric...” He looked at me and his eyes filled with tears. I hugged him and felt his ragged breathing as he sobbed..

“My parents came home a week early from China because … because they found a wife for me.”

I was shocked and we both sat. He wiped away tears with the back of his hand. “She will arrive in a week with her family and I will marry her at the end of the month. I told them no, but they insisted – they demanded.”

I could tell Shoe was having a hard time telling me the story. He never said much about his personal feelings; but he continued. “Then I told them I love you and they ignored me. I insisted you were all I wanted and they acted as if my love meant nothing. They refused to take it seriously. My father said every man must grow up eventually and it was time for me to stop being a boy. I must marry and have children and take responsibility.”

“What are you going to do?”

He paused for a long time and I took his hand. “I must do as they ask. I don't have a choice.”

“You do, Shoe. You do have a choice.”

“You walked away from your family, but that was different. They didn't want you. I cannot do that. I just can't.” He stood and I saw more tears. “Eric, I will never forget you.” Then he left.

I didn't believe it at first. I called his cell phone, got his voice mail, and hung up. I needed someone to talk to. As I walked over to Luke's the finality of Shoe's decision struck me. I didn't cry; that isn't my reaction to loss. I just felt numb, like the time my mother told me I had to leave home.

Luke let me in and Reston, the guy from the Tiki was there. From the looks of things, they had recently shared sex. Luke opened some windows on the Bay side. I told my story and they were sympathetic. “What are you going to do?” Luke asked, knowing I had no answer for him. “I know you have tonight off, but do you want to work? Just to stay busy? I can switch shifts around.” I agreed and went out just to walk.

The beach was empty in the late afternoon and I walked along it going more or less in the direction of my house. The bleakness of the scene and the darkening sky matched the occasion. A pretty day would have been a waste. Walking farther I saw some guy standing half-hidden in the tall grass; he flashed his cock at me. What a pathetic troll, I thought. He did it again. Ok, he wasn't a troll; he was actually pretty good-looking in a mature way. Bad timing, though; I ignored him and kept walking. Farther along there was another guy, making a show of licking his lips as he watched me. He was an older fat Asian guy, not attractive at all. Maybe that was what Shoey would look like in a few years I thought; but that just reminded me how handsome Shoey was now. It was impossible to believe he would ever look like that guy. In another hundred feet there was a third guy, more subtle with his offer but no more attractive. I had never noticed all this activity before. It was a momentary distraction. Leaving the beach I saw a hot guy on Central and thought of Shoey again. Fuck.

I got home and Laurie knew something was wrong. I told her and she gently initiated a sympathy fuck. She had the same perfume on and I liked her body – a youthful athleticism combined with femininity – totally different from a guy. She was perfect for the moment. “Are you sure you're gay?” she sighed when we were done.

“Definitely, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate somebody as soft and beautiful and nice as you.” She climbed out of my bed and dressed for her next shift at Chevy's, leaving me alone again and stuck with thoughts that were leading me nowhere. Finally I dozed for a bit and then headed for the hospital.

I walked up to the ER entrance and there was Spike having a cigarette. “Where's Boxster boy?” he asked.

“No comment.” I wasn't sure how good I looked; but Spike looked like shit, too, although there was something different about him. “What's the matter with you?”

“Julie and I are having problems.”

“Sorry to hear it. Catch you later.” I kept going not having time to for the details and his look said there were plenty of details. I suited up and was ready as Luke arrived. He had the same fancy underwear on. “Jeez, I hope you wash those occasionally,” I commented.

“This pair happens to be Reston's. Kinky, huh?”

“Alright! How's that going?”

“Nowhere, although the sex is hot. He's not boyfriend material.”

We checked out the vehicles and then waited. The call came about nine. “Tiki. Apartment 2B. Unknown number of victims. Burns.”

“I didn't know there was a '2B' I thought they all had three digits.”

“It's the super's suite, right at the entrance,” Luke explained.

We got there and saw smoke. The fire department was already there and were trying to break down the door, which was reinforced metal and not at all easy to break. The fire department used to have its own EMT's but what with budget cuts now we worked together. Their team leader said they were going to go through the window, which was comparatively flimsy. They broke the glass and cut the frame out. Two guys wearing masks entered and reported lots of smoke, smoldering furniture and no signs of any victims.

“But I heard them, a couple of foul-mouths,” a witness said. Another man with her nodded in vigorous agreement.

“There is nobody in here,” the fireman repeated. “The only thing is it smells like fried chicken.”

“Chicken?” the Superintendent said arriving at the front door. “No, not Heckle and Jeckle!”

“Who or what are they?” the leader asked.

“One is a magpie; the other is a parrot. Their cage is in the breakfast area.” The Sup was devastated by the loss of his birds.

“The door to the cage is open,” reported the inside man. “Whoa! They're under the sink.”

“Fuck you! Fuck you!”

“That's the voice, I swear,” said the witness.

“Tippecanoe and Tyler too!” came from inside the apartment.

“They're alive!” exclaimed the Sup.

“I like Ike!” “Fuck you!” The birds were arguing.

“Jeckle, my parrot, knows political slogans,” the Sup said with pride.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The magpie had a one track mind.

“Free Soil. Free Beer. Fremont.”

That didn't sound right to me. “I don't think 'free beer' was actually ...”

The Sup cut me off with, “We lucky they're alive and you object to a faulty memory?”

The woman who complained about Reston showed up in the gathering crowd “Da hong ri” she hissed at me. “Zazhong!”

“Fuck you,” the magpie said to her, hopping up onto the window frame.

We returned to the hospital and the liveliness of the Tiki had done wonders for my mood. Drinking a tea with Luke and Spike I told them about my modeling job. “So we'll see if any check ever shows up.” Luke said wanted to make a call and left us.

Spike leaned toward me and spoke in confidential tones. “Eric, I have to tell you about Julie and me.”

“Go ahead; I'm listening.”

“Ok, we fuck, but it doesn't seem like much. She just goes through the motions and I'm not getting much out of it either. She says she likes it and I come, but something's missing. Maybe I'm just too gay. What do you think?”

“Hmmm... I don't know, Spike. Maybe more practice will help. For me, I like girls fine, I just like guys better; but the sex can be good either way.”

“Would you talk to her? See how she's feeling about it? She trusts you.”

“Sure.” With my own love life in ruins, I wasn't sure how much I could help Spike.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Ten


A restless night sleeping alone was compounded by having to ignore my morning erection. It was amazing how quickly I got used to having Shoe in my bed every night. Getting dressed, the question of school haunted me. I was no closed to an answer about next term. Commuting to Hayward would mean a big change in my life between allowing for commuting time and the hassle, not to mention the expense of owning a car. Shoe and I didn't have any classes together this term, but who knew about schedules in Hayward; I wasn't sure if I wanted the now unavailable Shoe in constant contact. Further complicating things was the fact I hadn't yet even applied; because of that, I'd probably face a deferral of at least one term, which might at least solve the Shoe problem.

Fortunately, my morning class in Alameda was fascinating; molecular biology absorbed me and I couldn't get enough. As I was leaving I saw Shoe across the parking lot, but just kept walking to my luncheon job with Laurie. I got to the Yacht Club with a little time to spare and Laurie introduced me to the head waiter Enrico, who told me my duties and sent me to the staff locker room to get changed.

The uniform for the Club waiters was white shirt, white Bermudas, white shoes and sox. The Club provided the shirt and shorts. Changing facilities were very minimal, an old locker room that was very basic and no longer good enough for the members. It had a curtain divider that didn't even go to the floor. There were showers but I wasn't sure they worked; I never saw an employee use them.

One other waiter I knew slightly from other jobs was in the locker room. We said hello and I picked out some clothes that would fit and left my street clothes hanging on a peg. I had on some red striped boxers and a white t-shirt and started to dress.

“Hey dude, those red boxers show through the club shorts; I can see the design. The boss won't like that.”

“I never wore these shorts before; I've only worked nights in the black pants.” I notice the other guy was wearing plain white underwear, which he filled out nicely.

“Better take 'em off, dude. Enrico won't let you work looking like that.”

I tried again with just the white shorts and my coworker commented “Try tucking in the shirt so it goes as far down as possible. I can sort of see your ass the way you are now. I mean, nothing wrong with your ass, but he won't let you work.” I adjusted the shirt tails and got his approval.

On our way to the kitchen I learned his name was Z. “I got tired of Zach; half of Walnut Creek is named Zach or Zeke.”

Laurie spotted me as we entered the kitchen. “This will be a snooze; Its a small men's group. Two drinks, two menu choices, and collect the big tips.” She was joking about the tips; they were small. I complained about it to Z as we cleaned up after the meal. He said working Club lunches sucked and, with only wine served, like today, men were worse tippers than women.

As we went to the locker room, Z said, “Man I wish they had showers here; I hate going to school sweaty and smelling of food. It turned out Z was in fact going to school in Hayward.

“There are showers here, Z; but I don't know if they work. Wouldn't hurt to look. I bet we won't find any towels though.”

It turned out the showers did work although the hot water wasn't very hot. There were some small soaps in a cabinet in the shower area, but, as I predicted, no towels. The shower idea was a good one; I felt clean and refreshed. Plus the naked version of Z was pretty appealing. He had more body hair than I was used to with Shoe; and somehow it complimented Z perfectly. I felt really pulled to touch his chest, but of course I didn't. Except for the earlier odd comment about my ass, Z had given me no reason to think he'd appreciate that. He half turned away from me while he pulled back his foreskin and washed; I could easily watch but he wasn't flaunting himself. He didn't play with himself or anything like that, but I thought I could see his cock growing.

Then with no notice, the lights went out and a door slammed. “Shit, what now?” I could hear a whine in my voice. Z laughed and said we just had to wait until our eyes adjusted to the dark; there were windows in the old locker room, some light should filter back to the showers. I felt Z bump into me. There was no question he had a full erection.

“Oh, my God, I'm sorry,” he said. His arms instinctively went around me to brace himself and he grabbed my cock. My cock wasn't erect, but it was not completely soft either. I held him by the shoulders and his erection pressed against me. We held each other long enough to keep our balance and also become fully aware of our nakedness and then backed off. “Wow, I guess we know each other a lot better than we did this morning. I'm really sorry,” Z said.

“No problem.” We stood in silence briefly, close but no longer touching. “Look, I can just see the outline of the door frame.” Z couldn't, so I took him by the hand for a few feet until he could see and we made our way down the L-shaped hall that got brighter as we went. To break the silence I joked, “Darkness gives you a hardon?”

“No, you do.” Z instantly regretted his comment. “Oh shit, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.”

“Quit apologizing.”

We dressed quickly and were about to leave when Z asked if I wanted to work another luncheon job at the Encinal Yacht Club in two days. “The pay sucks - like today; but it'll be easy work.”

“I work the evening shift at Alameda General. I'm always glad for a little extra work in the day time.”

“Ok, just show up about eleven-thirty; the lunch will start at twelve-fifteen and end at exactly at two. It's Rotary Club and they are always on time.”

“Thanks, Z; I'll see you then.” I left exhilarated from our little mishap but also more than a little horny and wondered what there was to do about it.

“Eric!” I looked around. “Eric! Over here!” It was Duong, calling from head of the pier; I walked over. “Did you get your check for the ad shoot?”?

“No, nothing.”

“Ours came today along with proofs of the shoot. Wanna see?” I nodded and he continued, “Hey, sorry about Shoe. You two were so great together; he never laughed the way he did with you.”

I just nodded, not wanting to talk about it. Duong figured that out and said, “They asked if we wanted to do more modeling, if you can call it that.” We got to his boat where Chengyu greeted me. “Let's go down into the cabin; the pictures are there.”

I sat on one of the bunks with Duong and Chengyu flanking me; we passed the photos from hand to hand. The pictures were amazing. Chengyu's copies were from a copier, so I guess some definition was lost, but the four of us looked incredibly hot. The crew shorts wet were hardly more than a coat of faded blue paint, that left very little concealed. Lenny had managed to position us so that the light and shadows highlighted our bodies in a highly erotic way.

“Cocks are easy to show off, I guess, but how does he manage to get our nipples perfectly outlined in light that way? These are amazing. I never thought looking at pictures of myself would turn me on.” I tried to make it a joke, but my mouth was dry and my dick got that prickly feeling.

“I know,” Duong said. He leaned closer to me and gently pressed his lips to my neck. When I didn't object, he put his hand on my thigh. I didn't object to that either. Chengyu lightly traced my profile with his finger going from my forehead slowly down to my straining cock. They both aroused me with feathery touches and kisses, teasing, exposing, and touching, making me want more. Without an awkward movement they removed our clothes. They knelt on the deck in front of me, Duong holding my cock and Chengyu cupping my balls. They both looked at me expectantly.

“You guys have done this before,” I said admiringly.

“We have,” Duong gave a tiny smile before going down on my cock.

Chengyu moved onto the bunk, kissed my ear and whispered, “Before you fuck me, could you make me want it?” In response I began sucking his cock, feeling it grow in my mouth. Duong then whispered, “Save some for me. You can't leave til you fuck us both.”

They never kissed my mouth, but they did everything else imaginable, all with great gentleness and teasing, making me strain harder and harder. When at last I entered Chengyu I was desperate for his body and with Duong's encouragement pounded him almost violently. I came hard and still it didn't seem enough. There was come all over Chengyu's stomach. He said “That was wonderful, Eric. You made me come.”

I rolled over, leaning back on the bunk with my feet on the floor. Before my cock deflated Duong sat down on it and began moving up and down while he massaged my chest and tweaked my nipples. Chengyu entered me with a finger, maybe two, and probed my ass. I rose again to a massive climax; it was wrenching and drained me totally. Duong then lifted my knees and fucked me while I was still breathless from my orgasm; I barely felt him. He came quickly and withdrew. Kneeling on either side of me, their legs touching my sides, I looked up and watched Duong and Chengyu come together over me. They kissed with love and whispered things I didn't understand to each other. I was too exhausted to feel left out.

Afterward we complimented each other and promised to stay in touch. Maybe we would stay in touch, but I got the definite feeling that the sex was a one-time thing and would never happen again. People like me were just sex toys, occasional conveniences who served to keep their love alive.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Sorry I missed your post of the 18th.
Just read both recent chapters.

Sorry to hear about Shoe - traditional Chinese family with traditional expectations.
It's too bad the parents didn't appreciate the good that came from their relationship over their 'requirements".

The walk back to his apartment was certainly interesting.
As was the luncheon and follow up shower.

And, he has another gig with the guy - who knows what might happen between the luncheon and his night job.

They both go to school together - maybe a trip to the student life center/gym showers post work pre school could result in a bit more fun.

Not that the afternoon's stand with the oriental sex kittens didn't sound like fun - but our man needs a solid connection in his life. He thought he had it with Shoe.

Thanks for continuing to share your talents with us.

 

[EasyRory]

You like Z, huh? So do I.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Eleven


I went home with a smile on my face to change for work and found a package in the mail. As Duong's experience had predicted it was a check for $500.00, a pack of photo reproductions, and an invitation to put my name on file for future work. After the depressing start of the day, seeing Shoe at school, things sure had taken a turn for the better.

Cleaned up I left for the hospital. A neighbor even gave me a ride. I deposited my check in an ATM in the hospital lobby and noted that my balance was now a good bit more than the coming rent, even with Dan gone. In the ER Luke commented on my good mood and I told him about the check really being in the mail and my new lunch job. “You know, I'm starting to have a couple of dollars left at the end of the month.”

Luke said he was happy to see me upbeat and then said that he and Reston were moving into the good-friends stage of their relationship. “It was fun while it lasted; but with the Tiki curse, I knew it was doomed all along.”

“Why does Reston live there? He could probably do better.”

“He said the whackos at the Tiki are a refreshing change from the no-humor grind of work. I don't think he is real happy with the company he works for. Maybe you should tell him about the joys of being a waiter, model, and EMT.”

“Well, I'm actually pretty happy with all those jobs, not forever maybe, but for now.”

We got a sobering emergency call that killed the jokes. We brought nice Mrs. Peralta in after another apparent heart attack and she wouldn't let either of us go. She said Luke and I were better than her medicine; so we stayed with her while she was stabilized until she fell asleep. Then a call came from the Tiki, but it was no joke either. A woman had apparently drunk herself near to death. The ER doc found diabetes-related gangrene and said she would have to have a foot removed.

Walking home after seeing these misfortunes, I swore I would not let myself get depressed over Shoe - lonesome maybe, but not depressed. And it was a lonesome walk.

I got into bed and decided to look at the pictures of Shoe and myself one more time. He looked so good; just seeing the curve of his ass brought back vivid memories. Mark broke the spell coming in to talk. He said he was too wired to sleep and plopped down at the foot of my bed in his underwear as usual. “What you got there? Can I see?” I gave him the pack of pictures and told him about the modeling job.

“Man ... Dude ... Eric … You look so hot in these pictures. It's like these other people are only there to focus the scene on you. I don't know if I'd have the guts to show off my body like this. In a couple of these, when the sunlight washes out the bathing suit, you look naked.”

“I wasn't; I just had no idea how those shorts would look wet.”

“Fuck. Looking at these, if I didn't already know, I could tell you're circumcised. And this Chinese guy looks totally in love with you. I'm completely straight and I'm getting hard looking at these. The one where the Chinese guy and the chick are draped all over you with both of them reaching for your cock is fucking porn on a stick. Did you let them touch you?” Mark moved the photos and I saw his cock standing straight up out of his boxers. He self-consciously tried to stick it back in but it wouldn't go. “Jeez, I'm sorry. Be right back.” His dick led the way out the door and he came back wearing more clothes, but the bulge of his cock still showed. “Roomie, you didn't tell me you were planning to be a porn star.”

“They sent me a letter saying sign up if I want to do more; so I guess I will.”

“You think they need more guys? I'd be willing.” Mark flexed his biceps for me without any visible result.

“You'd look better in clothes,” I suggested; I didn't want to tell him he looked as skinny as a anorexic teenager.

“Hmmm. Maybe.” Then Mark looked me in the eye and said, “So this has got me kind of horny. You want to have sex? I'm willing to try it with a porn star.”

“Mark, I don't want to fuck you.”

“Fuck me? Who said anything about fucking me? I thought a blow job would be ok. I'm still kind of hard.” He took his hands away from his bulging shorts.

Some guys do need a ton of bricks to fall on them. “Mark, you look like a heroin addict. I'm not fucking you or blowing you. And I'd be definitely be fucking you if I did anything.”

“Your dick, my ass, huh? Not what I had in mind. And Eric? I'm not addicted to anything; I've always been skinny. You know that. Besides, what's with you gay guys? I thought you'd jump at the chance to suck a straight guy's cock.”

“You have a wet spot on your shorts as big as a half-dollar. How straight is that? You're creaming just talking about it.” He looked down at his bulging shorts and tugged at them. I teased him a little, “Now don't go getting all weird. I'm flattered that looking at pictures of me gets you hard.”

“That is kind of what happened, isn't it?” Mark sounded puzzled and got off the bed. “And you want to fuck me.”

“Mark? I don't want to fuck you. Listen to the 'don't' part. You can, however, take the pictures to your room and masturbate if you want. Just don't get 'em all sticky.”

“Fuck you, however, porn star,” he said with a laugh and a smile.

The next morning as I walked downstairs I heard him talking to Laurie. “Eric's practically a porn star. Get him to show you the pictures.” I went back to my room and got the pictures. I handed them to Laurie saying “They're supposed to be in Style Magazine in a couple of months. I actually got paid.”

“Wow. I'm impressed. This is Sh… oh, yeah.” She didn't mention Shoe, but I knew what she meant. “Who is the girl?”

“Her name's Maddie; she's from L.A. and totally professional.”

“Did she give you her phone number?”

“Yes.”

“See, that's not totally professional. That's more like got-the-hots-for-you.” Changing the subject she asked, “You working with Z tomorrow?”

“Yeah, he said it's a Rotary Club thing, like yesterday – except at Encinal. You want one of these jobs, Mark? They always need guys.”

“No thanks, I make more on one good afternoon than you two do all week at that stuff.”

Laurie and Mark left and I called Lenny's studio's to respond to their invitation. I talked to Abe, one of the guys we first talked to in Tiburon. He took my information and suggested I get an agent and a portfolio. He even suggested an agency for me in San Francisco. I filed the photos away with Dan's stuff and again pondered the strange box he had given me. The sliding metal bands showed the alphabet, or at least the letters A through G as the bands slid up and down. I fiddled with it some more and then gave up. It was time for school.

School was uneventful, exams were over, the clock was running out on this term, and I still hadn't done anything about next term. I made an appointment to see my advisor. Maybe there was some other alternative. Going to Hayward wasn't exciting me. So I walked to the hospital. I was going to get there early, but that might give me a chance to talk to one of the lab techs about a clinical application of ultraviolet light. When I got to the lab, Marcy put me off until her break so I went to see Mrs. Peralta.

“Hi Mrs. Peralta. I'm Eric ...”

“I know who you are, Eric. How are you today?”

“I'm fine; but the question is how are you?”

“Oh, I'm coming along, dear. One foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel, my mother used to say. Sit down if you have time. Do you want this juice?” She offered me an unopened carton of orange juice from her bedside table.

“In fact, that would be great. I just walked over from school.”

She questioned me about school and I ended up telling her about UCSC – the whole ugly story. “Well, your parents must be proud of your turn-around. My son started on thin ice, too.” She was so easy to talk to. Gradually she got me to tell her about my father's death, my mother's indifference, and the fact I was on my own. “Well, Eric, that makes your turn-around even more impressive. The principal difference between children and adults is that adults clean up their own messes. You may not see it now, but the experience has made you a man, and I think a very fine one.”

It was time to meet Marcy. Before leaving, I asked Mrs. Peralta if there was anything I could get her. “You know Boniere's?” I nodded. “If you happen to go there, a piece of chocolate cake – the kind with whipped cream on top?” She tried to give me some money for the cake, but I refused it.

Marcy was helpful, but not in the way I expected. “Phosphophoresis is amazing,” she said. “In some circumstances it doubles the success rate of bone marrow transplants; but you won't see it used here. We're a general hospital, not a medical center. You want to go to UCSF. That school has access to the all the techniques and facilities of a major medical center. Cal State Eastbay would just be a detour for you.”

“UCSF ... I hadn't thought of that. The trouble is I like living in Alameda; and I don't think I can afford to move across the Bay.”

“That's what scholarships and student loans are for, dummy. You could buff up your record with more math and statistics at CofA and a physics course wouldn't hurt; then apply for the spring term. That's the easiest one to get into.”

“Wow, thanks. That's more good advice than I ever got from a guidance counselor.”

“And, Eric? Go for a personal interview at UCSF. You're impressive in person.”

“Impressive? She means you're fucking gorgeous,” Luke said, when I told him.

He was still wearing Reston's colorful underwear, so told him about my red boxer problem at the Yacht Club. “If the Club wanted to prevent that problem they could buy duck cloth shorts. I bet some gay guy picked out the uniform,” he winked.

We got a call for the Tiki. “A woman finds it painful to walk. It's probably just transportation, not a medical emergency.” The dispatcher was smirking.

Luke knocked on the apartment door and a frantic man answered. “Oh fank God you're here. Fere's no way we could haff walked.” His front teeth were missing and he couldn't pronounce th's. There was a woman sitting back on the sofa clothed with her legs widely spread. Luke was already trying to suppress a smile.

“What's the problem?”

“Olympia can't walk without exffreme pain.”

“When did this develop?”

“Fat's hard to say.” He was stalling..

“Clyde, tell 'em the truth,” the woman interrupted. “His God damned teeth are stuck in my God damned cunt.”

“Fey just got sucked right up fere. Fanished into the abyff; and I can't get fem out.”

Luke put on rubber gloves and lubricated his fingers. The woman looked apprehensive. “It's like they're hooked into me. You know those little prongs on bridgework? I'm hooked like a fish in there.”

“I'll be as careful as I can,” Luke said.

“Is fere anyfing I can do?” The guy slowly fiddled with his pants and was becoming aroused by the spectacle.

Luke probed. “I feel something. Let me see if ...” The woman's scream cut him off. “Ok, that won't work,” Luke probed some more. “Maybe if I can push one end farther in ...” The woman groaned erotically.

“I fink fat's going too far. You're ftimulating her clitorif.”

“Shut up, Clyde. He feels better than you do.” The woman's panting was erratic.

Luke continued and it looked like his fingers were going deeper and deeper, but he kept his thumb in a very sensitive place. “Oooohh!” the woman moaned repeatedly, raising her feet off the floor.

Luke continued massaging and Olympia continued moaning. “Got it!” Using both hands like a wedge, but keeping his thumbs in the right place, Luke spread her labia wider than I thought possible and the bridgework fell out. “Ok,” Luke said, “That ought to do it. If you feel pain or see bleeding, come to the ER; otherwise check with your doctor tomorrow.”

Clyde picked his teeth off the ancient shag rug on the floor and put them into his mouth. Luke's eyes widened at this and he grimaced, recoiling, afraid Clyde would breathe on him or something.

Olympia lay gasping for air, still giving little moans. She was a wreck from the pain and the pleasure. I got names from Clyde and finally the woman pulled down her skirt and signed a release form.

Luke and I gathered up our equipment and opened the door to leave. We heard the woman say “Doesn't he have a cute butt, Clyde?”

“She means you,” Luke said to me, laughing.

“No, you, the short one,” Olympia called to Luke and gave him a big smile.

“Thank you, ma'am. Glad you liked it.” Luke would deny it; but I could tell he was pleased with the compliment.

I squeezed his shoulder. “You do have a nice ass. And, come on, admit it. You liked getting her off.”

“I liked being better than Clyde.” Luke smiled at the ground and gave me a little shove away.

Back at the hospital I went looking for Julie. I asked her about getting cake for Mrs. Peralta. She checked a chart and said a piece wouldn't hurt; her diet wasn't restricted. Then I mentioned my talk with Spike about their problems.

“He's really sweet and tries hard.” She eyed me and added, “But hard isn't the problem, if you know what I mean. It's just that he doesn't know what to do; and, believe it or not, I'm too shy to tell him. He's fun to be with, though, and we're practically living together. I just don't see much to look forward to in the sex department.”

“Don't give up yet,” was my advice. Easy to say, tough to follow.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Another day or two in the life of our boy.

He's getting some nice karma working, or so it seems.

And, I get the distinct feeling he has a benefactress in the making.
He definitely is working hard for every brake he can get.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Twelve

The next day was the last formal class of the term. There was still a week to turn in papers and before grades would be posted. I took Marcy's advice and registered for the additional courses she suggested. I ran into Shoe and were talked a bit. I explained why I was taking more courses at Alameda and he told me his wedding would be the following Saturday. Polite, no drama, but painful.

I went to the Encinal Yacht Club and met Z for the Rotary luncheon. Encinal didn't even have basic changing facilities; everyone, even a couple of girls, changed into black pants and white shirts in the kitchen. We manned a buffet line and then fetched requests from the seated diners. The tips were next to nil, but it was over in two hours. The head waiter paid us in cash, which was a convenience for us and probably some kind of scam for him.

After work Z walked down Buena Vista to Park with me. He told me a story not to different from my own. He was from Orinda, about five miles from my home in Moraga; we even knew a few people in common. He was on his own and, although his parents wanted to help, he refused to let them. “They think they get a vote on what I do if they pay the bills. So, except for living at home, I pay all the other bills.”

“Doesn't living at home limit your social life?”

“Yeah, but getting around takes forever. There's a Bart stop, but Orinda is designed for people in cars who work in SF.”

“Would you want to live in Alameda?”

“Maybe. I'm mostly here for waiter jobs, but it might be better than the other end of the tunnel.”

“I live with two other people and a third guy just moved out. It isn't much, but it's cheap.”

We aggreed that Z could see the place the next night. He headed for a Bart stop in Oakland and I walked down Park to Boniere's for Mrs. Peralta's cake.

Chantilly cake they called it and it wasn't sold by the piece. I paid twenty-five dollars for a whole cake, which wiped out half my lunchtime earnings. I carved the piece out at the nurses station and took it into Mrs. Peralta.

“Here's your cake, Mrs. P. There's some for your visitor, too.” I did a double take, “Dan!”

“My name's actually Antonio Peralta, Eric. I see you're spoiling my mother. Mom, Eric was one of my roommates in the house on Lincoln.”

We talked a bit and then I left for my shift. I gave the rest of the cake to Julie and Spike, who started eating on the spot. Then Dan or Tony, as his mother called him, stopped me in the hall and asked me not to tell Luke, Mark, or Laurie I'd seen him.

Curiosity was driving me crazy and I wanted to talk to Luke about it, but I kept my mouth shut. Luke had his own problems. While we were checking out our vehicle he told me that Reston had ended things, amicably but finally; he was moving out of the Tiki and probably off the island.

“Luke, when I first met you, you said you were straight. Maybe you ought to try girls again.”

“You know, then I actually thought I was straight – well, mostly - well, forty percent, say. You put an end to that fantasy.”

“How did I do that?”

“The best sex I ever had was with you and the more we did it the better it got, for me, anyway.”

“Jeez, Luke.” I didn't know what to say.

Spike stuck his head in the open doors and said, “Great cake, Eric. Stop by Julie's for a piece after work. You, too, Luke.”

Luke declined but I said ok. It was an absolutely quiet night. Nothing happened that needed Luke and me. The ER got some walk-ins, but nothing really serious. Finally the shift ended and I needed some exercise so I declined Spike's offer of a ride and jogged to Julie's. They stopped at a store, so I actually got there at the same time. We went in and was I glad I accepted Spike's offer. The cake was dark chocolate with two kinds of chocolate icing and whipped cream. The chocolate had a bitter edge, not sugary sweet at all. It was the best cake I'd ever had. No wonder Mrs. P. liked it.

Julie poured us coffee liqueurs to go with it and I had a couple more of those. After a bit of hospital talk, we got to Spike's and Julie's problem.

Spike brought it up. “Eric says we shouldn't give up, Julie.”

“I don't want to, either, Spike.”

“Trouble in bed is almost always the guy's fault.” I said, sitting on one side of Julie and speaking as if I was an expert. “Spike, come here and sit on the other side of Julie. The whole thing comes down to making sure she has a good time. You have to let her know that you love her or, if love isn't the exact description, that you respect and are in awe of her body. See this curve, where her jaw line meets her neck?”

“Yeah?” Spike said dubiously.

“It's beautiful,” I leaned over and kissed Julie on the neck right under her ear. “Do it,” I told him. “And then look at her profile. Julie's a great looking girl. Convince her you think so.” I gently kissed Julie's cheek, as did Spike, bringing an astonished smile to Julie's face.

“She does … I mean, you do have a beautiful profile, Julie.” Spike gave her a couple of kisses and she pulled his mouth to hers, briefly.

“You two are crazy,” said Julie, loving the attention.

“And it's not just her face. She has a great body. Start with her shoulders, the hint of skin we can see at the edge of her collar.” We both kissed her neck working down to her collar.

“She has beautiful tits, too, Eric. Want to show him, honey?” Spike was getting more interested.

“Spike! What's got into you?” asked Julie, not altogether unpleased.

“I'll show you mine,” I said, pulling my t-shirt off.

“Here, I'll help,” Spike said, pulling Julie's shirt off. Julie gasped as she felt the warmth of my body against her own. I kissed her neck again while Spike shed his shirt and grabbed Julie's nipple like a radio knob.

“Not like that, Spike. Use mostly pressure, not friction.” I prodded her other nipple with my tongue, wet it and blew on it lightly. She groaned and pressed her breast against my mouth. Spike caught on quickly.

“Ok, honey?” Spike asked. “You believe I love you?” Spike moved to her lips and kissed her. When the kiss was done, she turned and kissed me. Then spontaneously, Spike gave me a quick kiss. That kiss was brief and not romantic; and we all laughed. “Don't want Eric feeling left out,” he said.

“You guys, I'm feeling kind of slutty here with the two of you.” Julie loved being slutty, I thought.

Spike opened the button on Julie's slacks and lowered the zipper. “Don't hurry, Spike. Always give Julie a chance to object.”

“You want to object?” Spike asked her between kisses on her breast. His hand slipped barely into the waistband of her underwear.

“No.” I helped him slide the rest of her clothes off.

“Feel her thighs, Spike. Have you ever felt anything so soft?” I ran my hands gently over her inner thighs, moving closer and closer toward her cunt. Spike was kissing her belly and just murmured his pleasure using her name. He slipped his pants down exposing a nice erection.

“Just let her know you're ready, Spike. Don't do anything yet.” I suggested.

“How do I do that?”

I slid my cargo shorts down and let me erection lie on her thigh. “Like this. She'll feel it.”

Spike's eyes widened when he saw me and he winked, but kept up his attentions to Julie, who saw both of us, hard as rocks looking up at her. “See what you do to us, baby?” Spike asked and then kissed Julie's bush, putting his tongue almost into her. She groaned and spread her legs.

I kissed her thigh and let my hand feel her belly start undulating. She groaned more and spread her legs widely inviting penetration.

“Put your cock along her crack, Spike and move gently. Don't enter her yet.”

“Oh, man, we've never been this wet. We're both dripping.”

“Tease her a little more.” I pressed the tip of his cock just into Julie, letting him prod her clit. They both gasped and I took my hand away. Julie threw her head from side to side against the sofa, “Oh, that's my Spike. Do it, sweetie.” He entered her easily; they were soaking wet.

“Eric, she's tight.”

“Girls get that way when they're enjoying it.” I pressed on his pubic bone. “Make this part of you hit the same part of her and kind of massage things around.”

Spike complied and they were fucking beautifully, both enjoying it, Julie especially. The only problem seemed to be with Spike. He was having fun, obviously, but I wasn't sure if he was going to come. I separated myself from them and stood watching as Julie had her orgasm. Spike kept grinding away but wasn't getting anywhere himself. I knew I needed to do something before he got discouraged. I stood between his legs and pressed my cock against his asshole. I let him work it in with his own fucking motions. Julie was lost in her own pleasure and didn't notice what I was doing, but Spike sure did.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! I love this!” Spike called out as he came; the shocks of his slamming into her set her off again. I backed away and quietly started getting dressed, letting them thrash it out. When they were done, they lay naked in each others arms.

“You two look like a piece of art in a museum.” I complimented them. Their curves and muscles glowed in the soft light, but none of the action parts showed. They made no move to cover themselves.

“Eric,” gasped Julie, “How did you get so good?”

“My first girl friend was extremely demanding. She said I could fuck her but only if I did it right. And she showed me what 'right' was.”

I ducking into their bathroom and washed my dick. When I came out, they were dressed but still in each other's arms.

“Eric,” Julie called, “Take the rest of the cake with you.”

“No, you guys eat it. You earned it.”

My unsatisfied cock was still somewhat engorged and walking was uncomfortable for a while. Alameda's streets are a grid and there are lots of different ways to get from A to B. I walked up to Central, a brighter street, before turning toward my house. I was walking past a motel called the Islander. It was probably built in the 50's and I hoped it had seen better days because today wasn't so great. Transients with limited funds who needed a week's lodging, lover's who needed a bed for an hour, and people who didn't want to be noticed were the usual customers. I walked a little faster as I passed. Then I heard my name whispered.

“Dan! I mean, Tony!”

“What are you doing here?”

“On my way home from a friend's.”

“Got a minute? Come in to my room.”

We entered a very basic, ground-level motel room. He looked older, more serious, and better dressed in a way I couldn't put my finger on. There was a striking handsomeness I hadn't appreciated before.

“You know, you're the only one on this island I'm actually happy to see. Except my mother, of course.” His voice caught a little and he grabbed me. He held me very gently but there was a feeling of great strength behind his kiss. “Sweet Eric. She told me how good you have been to her. She's got nothing left but your kindness.”

“She's been encouraging me to stay in school. She has lots of good advice.”

“Have you figured out the box yet?”

“No. I haven't actually tried much. I'm just keeping it for you.”

“No, it's yours. A little something for a good guy.” He kissed me again and I felt his erection. I kissed him back and again felt his strength. “I'm going to turn the light out,” he said, “You don't need to see my scars.”

As we lay naked in the bed I kissed his unseen scars and then kissed his cock. He seemed to like everything I did and I couldn't get enough of him. He knew when to give and when to take and was just plain hot in my hands. The session with Spike and Julie had primed things, but Tony was all for me. I fucked him and then he fucked me. It was the first time I had ever been fucked right after coming. I thought I wouldn't like it but I was wrong. Tony was a beautiful, careful, attentive fuck and I came a second time while he stroked me during his own climax.

“I probably love you, Eric. Too bad for me, huh? Remember to take that stuff to the address I gave you. Now I hate to throw your beautiful ass out...” He kissed me again. “...but I'm throwing you out. Twinkle, twinkle, little star.”

I left and continued my way home, very glad that there was somebody who thought he probably loved me. I wondered if I was getting obsessive about needing to be loved. Fuck.

The next morning the news said that Mrs. P. had died during the night. I was surprised to hear she was “virtually penniless' as the announcer called it. Over the last hundred and fifty years the Peralta fortune had gradually slipped away.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
You do a masterful job of intertwining the sensual with the emotional - ups and downs.

It was great and selfless of Eric to pop for the full cake out of his monies - he's hardly well heeled. And, while it was a great warm up, it was also pretty selfless to play sex counselor but not take himself to completion but, rather discretely excuse himself into the bathroom, and only clean himself up, not take the time to jerk off.

The beginnings of a reward with Dan aka Tony - and the bittersweet of Dan's mother passing away - and virtually penniless, which explains a lot re: Dan's situation.

You have developed a multi-faceted story.

Thanks for taking your time and energies and talents and sharing them with us.

 

[ThreeCrows]

This is so good!

 

[swmjck]

Very good story. It's both funny and erotic at the same time and very easy to read. The bickering birds had me laughing.

 

[EasyRory]

I hope you all liked the threesome with Spike and Julie. As I hope my writing shows, I don't dislike girls at all.

This story is making me miss Alameda; it's a great place to live.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Thirteen

School was over and it was my day off. I called Stein and Stein, the modeling agency that Lenny's assistant Abe had recommended and they asked me to come to their offices for an interview. I grabbed my set of Lenny's photos and headed for the Bart.

Their office was south of Market in a rough and ready kind of semi-commercial neighborhood. The outside of the building was nondescript but the inside was trendy looking. It probably cost a fortune to give it the glitzy industrial look it presented. I was glad I wore a blue shirt and a sport coat. I filled out a form and was taken to a young guy called Andrew, who ignored Lenny's photos and asked what other experience I had. My EMT certificate didn't impress him. His attitude was why-are-you-bothering-me. He recommended a hair salon and told me to get a cell phone and update my contact info when I did. He was aiming me toward the door when Maddie, the girl I worked with in Tiburon, and some other people walked in.

“Eric! Are you working the Armani shoot?” I shook my head and in return got a brief hug and an honest smile. “How have you been?”

“Hi, Maddie. I'm Andrew.”

She gave him a half-second smile and went on about how much fun the session on the boat had been, working with honest-to-God yachtsmen and not hollow-cheeked models. “Would you happen to be free around ten tonight? And maybe you know another guy who might like to come along for a couple of drinks. I'd sure like to see a friendly face.”

“Sure.”

“Great. See you at ten. Lobby of the Fairmont. Dressed like that.” She pointed at me and waved goodbye.

Andrew's interest was kindled. “So you know Maddie Loring. She's taking you to the Museum dedication after-party, in case you didn't know. Here's my card; I could be the extra guy.”

“I don't know, Andrew. She likes yachtsmen.” I could barely avoid laughing at his disappointment. “If none of the usual guys want to, I'll give you a call.”

“Eric, call me next Tuesday morning around nine. I'll arrange a portfolio shoot for you.”

I got back to the house in time to see Mark and Laurie leave. I told them about Z as a possible roommate. If I approved, she approved, Laurie said; and Mark agreed. I went to my room and lay down waiting for Z at arrive.

Staring at the ceiling, I got an erection thinking about Tony. His body had radiated such an easy confidence, as if he knew exactly what I liked. The memory, the feel of his body on top of me was vivid, just the right weight, just the right pressure, just the right urgency. I liked his cock; I liked his kisses; I liked the way he offered me his body first, then, when I was done, the way he fucked me without asking. And he probably loved me. “Probably” he said; what did probably mean? My hand drifted, moving across my chest, moving lower; my cock was wet.

The throb of an expensive car engine died and I heard footsteps coming toward the house. Shit. I jumped into some clothes and looked outside. A black 911 sat in the driveway and a frowning Z stood at the door.

“Z, come in.”

“Hey Eric.” He gave me the start of some handshake routine I didn't know.

“Did you lock you car?”

“Not my car. It's my dad's; he's out tonight. The house looks great. Can I move in?”

“You're still standing at the door; you haven't even seen your room.”

He looked into the kitchen. “It's fabulous. How much is my share?”

“It's twenty-two hundred a month, your share would be five fifty.”

“Perfect. When can I move in?”

“You have to see your room first.” I insisted and he followed me upstairs where I pointed out the rooms. “This is Laurie’s; this is Mark’s. Here’s the bathroom. This is mine; and this will be yours. With four of us, you can't hog the bathroom.”

“How come mine is bigger than yours?”

I considered reminding him that 'his' wasn't, but he was serious. “I took what was available when I got here and I don’t feel like moving everything just for a few square feet.”

“Ok, I like it. When can I move in?”

“Now, if you want.”

“Gotta take the car home. How about tomorrow?”

“Um, Z, what are you doing tonight? There's this possibility ...”

At nine-thirty, Z and I were crossing the Bay Bridge in the 911. And Z effortlessly managed to look hot in the clothes I lent him. I couldn't help entertaining thoughts of getting him out of those clothes, although he didn't seem to be looking for anything along those lines. When I told him about meeting some models, he seemed eager enough, jumped at the chance, in fact.

Z gave the valet more money than I spend on food for a day to park the car and we went into the Fairmont, hanging out near the entrance to the bar, where we could see the elevators and stay out of the flow of people. The girls appeared almost on time, which impressed me. When Z said his car was too small and hoped they wouldn't mind a cab, Maddie answered that the company was sending a limo.

It wasn't a stretch, but the four of us still fit comfortably. Tanyeli, who said her name was Turkish, and Z seemed to be getting along well and with their dark hair and fair skin they looked great together.

“You two are gonna draw all the paparazzi,” Maddie told them. “Pale Eric and I will just fade into the wall paper.” I might, but she wouldn't fade into anything. She looked spectacular.

A big multi-level loft in the Marina was the scene of the party, and the flashbulbs were blinding as we got out of the car and entered. “I don't know a soul,” Maddie said. “This will be the perfect time to tell me everything about sailing.” That wasn't true; she knew tons of people; the thing was she did talk about sailing. “I live in Marina del Rey in L.A. and I'm tempted to buy a boat,” she explained as we moved slowly through the room. Then she stopped.

“Oh! That woman is wearing the same dress. And it looks better on her!”

“That woman is my mother,” I said. “And it looks much better on you.”

My mother eyed the dress first, Maddie second, and me third. “Eric,” she said in wonder.

I started to make introductions but she interrupted me. “Maddie, you are so much prettier than your pictures.” At this point my stepfather as well as Tanyeli and Z joined the group. It worked out that my stepfather knew Z's father. And then Z's parents came up and joined the conversation. What a tiny fucking world, I thought. Suddenly dear old stepdad was impressed out of his skull and didn't think I was such a pain in the ass. It was all my boy this and Eric that. His jaw dropped when Maddie mentioned the fashion shoot in Tiburon.

At least my mother had the sense to be a little ashamed at the sudden family warmth; she squeezed my hand and whispered, “I'm sorry for being such a rotten mother.” I didn't contradict her; but I decided some of her motive may have been that she and her husband were displaying the effects of a few gins. We'll see what they think tomorrow, I thought. It was time to move on; but I couldn't find a way to arrange that.

Then one of Maddie's agency people came up and asked us to pose for some pictures. Perfect out. The four of us posed on some stairs, then dancing, and then on a balcony. The girls were the feature but one guy asked Z and me for our names. “You think he wants a date?” Z joked.

“Oh, no,” Tanyeli stated. “He's with the Hollywood Reporter.”

After that, Maddie said she had a six A.M. shoot and wanted to go back to the hotel and so the night ended. Maddie and Tanyeli thanked us for making the night fun and that was that. No come up to the room stuff or even I'll call you.

“We are unlaid,” Z commented, “but it was a different night. That was kind of weird with our parents.”

“It sure was.” I didn't want to say more about it. “You're planning to take the car home and come back tomorrow? Wait,” I told him when he dropped me off, “I'll get you a key.”

I came back out with the key and he handed me the clothes I had lent him. As far as I know, he drove home in his underwear. And the next day he returned, fully clothed; he and two full backpacks moved in.

In the late afternoon he went out to a night class in Hayward and he dropped me at the hospital. His own car was a not too new Honda, so Spike, stubbing out his cigarette, had no comment on the car.

“New trick?” he asked, walking with me.

“New roommate,” I answered.

“He’s cute.”

“His name’s Z. I think he’s straight.” I wasn’t real sure what Z liked, but saying straight would keep Spike’s mind on other things.

“By the way, Eric, since you came over the other night, things have been really great with Julie. If I start to get a little sidetracked, I just think about you fucking me and I cum like crazy.”

“I didn’t fuck you, Spike. I just kind of encouraged you … helped you along a little.”

“Julie’s going away this weekend. You want to help me out? You and that nice big hunk of encouragement you got tucked away.” He patted my ass.

“It’s not fair to her, especially the way she trusts you. You know she wouldn’t like it.” It was better than telling him I wouldn't like it.

I got suited up and met Luke in the ER. Our emergency wasn’t long in coming.

“Tiki. Apartment 175N. Possible food poisoning or allergic reaction. That’s all I know, guys,” the dispatcher added, holding out his hands. “Come on, it’s the Tiki.”

There was a middle-aged man pacing outside the door to 175N. “At last, at last. I never thought you’d get here.”

He led us in where another younger man wearing a bird costume lay on the floor on his side, wheezing slowly. The sight of us set off a fit of coughing and a few feathers flew out of his mouth.

“I told him trying to suck off a bird was a mistake.”

“We’re gonna need more than that,” Luke said looking at the heaving body on the floor. More coughing; more damp feathers came out. Luke gave me one of his looks and I had to go outside to quit laughing.

“I’m the faculty advisor for the cheer leaders of Encinal High, you know, the Jets? We’ll my friend Art here dresses up as the eagle mascot sometimes.”

“Your friend?” Luke asked, skeptically.

“Friend, lover, what does it matter? He had the idea that a really effective mascot …”

“NO! Don’t tell them!” came from the floor followed by more coughing and wet feathers.

“Art had the concept that a truly potent mascot should exhibit a visible manifestation of virility …”

“You’re an English teacher, right?” Luke asked.

“Why, yes. How did you know? Anyway, we decided that the bird should have a penis, not anything pornographic or lurid, just a sort of feather covered amplification to the front of the costume.”

“You’ll have to show us,” Luke said, which set off another bout of coughing from the floor.

The teacher-advisor whipped off his pants, displaying a scrawny ass and a jock of sorts, with a plucked-chicken look. The pouch was elongated with a few yellow and white feathers here and there.

“Is this what I think it is?” Luke asked, fingering the merchandise. There were violent gasps from the floor, while our teacher-advisor’s reaction filled out the pouch. “Why, that’s your penis in there! It’s erect; lurid and pornographic, would you say?” Luke sounded unbelievably shocked.

“Don’t birds have penises?”

“You’ll need the biology teacher for that,” I offered.

“Art is the biology teacher. He thought …”

“Shut the fuck up!” was followed by deep wheezing.

Even without Luke's touch, the plucked bird penis pouch rose higher; the teacher-advisor said, “Art tried to suck me off and inhaled most of the feathers.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Luke lamented shaking his head and putting an oxygen mask on Art. “We get that all the time. My only question is why are you wearing the bird penis while the bird is doing the sucking?”

“I find performing oral sex so … demeaning.”

Art was comfortable on the oxygen and could have walked, but we strapped him into the gurney anyway. Back in the ER the doc took the feather ingestion seriously because of something called psitticosis. Removing the feathers wasn’t going to be pleasant, either. “This is a bronchoscope,” the doctor was telling an alarmed looking Art as we left.

We were called out again for a car collision in the Webster Tubes; but it was a false alarm. It turned out the car was stolen and it's occupants abandoned it, disappearing into the Oakland Chinatown.

I went home and got a good nights sleep. The next morning my mother called and asked me to a party. I accepted more out of curiosity than interest; and then she added the hook that I bring Maddie.

“She lives in L.A., Mom. I don't know when I'll see her again.”

“Oh. Oh. Well, then … Come if you want. I'm not exactly sure ...”

“Wait a sec. I'm looking at my calendar and I think I have to work that night.” I could sense her relief at my excuse and she hung up after making a vague promise for another time.

I got off the phone and joined Z and Mark, who were getting to know each other a bit. They also had some friends in common on the “other side of the Caldecott.” They spoke of the tunnel separating Oakland from the Contra Costa suburbs to the east as if it was a worm hole to another dimension and, truthfully, that wasn't too far off.

The two worlds of Eastbay reminded me to give Andrew a call. He was fawning and told me that the pictures in the Chron were great. I asked him what pictures and he said, “Just hustle your ass over here.”

So I wedged a trip to the city in between a class and work. He showed me the Chronicle spread of Maddie, Tanyeli, Z and myself. The blurb called me a Stein and Stein model.

“That's the kind of publicity we like, Eric; the Hollywood Reported blurb wasn't bad either. They called you a hot young Bay Area model,” Andrew's boss told me. “Who was the other woman with Maddie's dress?” I told him. “Your mother? What is her name?” I told him that, too.

Both Andrew and his boss were impressed hearing my stepfather's name. I explained the relationship and immediately they began treating me very differently.

Andrew said I didn't need any grooming, I looked fine, although he did add a little makeup “just to even your skin tone.” He took me to a studio where I was photographed in a variety of clothes and then nude.

The nude poses were what you could call tastefully pornographic. Andrew assured me that only the best of the tamer ones would be in the portfolio. First he tried to help arrange my dick for a couple shots. Then he tried to make a joke about getting me into porn if nothing else worked out. The little fucker had a hardon. I ended the session when he tried to touch me again, saying I needed to get to work.

In the following weeks Mark, Julie, and I decided that Z was the perfect roommate. He helped with cleaning, paid his share on time, didn't attract police attention, and was fairly quiet. He did like to show off his body a bit, but nobody objected to his naked walks to the bathroom. Laurie justified it with a comment that he was very cute.

One day when Z was out, she also admitted to giving him a welcome-to-the-group fuck. “I like to get to know people. It's the way I judge character. The right kind of sexual approach equals a responsible roommate like you two,” she told Mark and me. “And it's just a one-time thing.” Mark and I started to point out exceptions to the one-time rule but she cut us off. “Those were just a couple of times when you guys needed a little extra comfort.” She was light-hearted about her slight case of nymphomania.

“You sure comforted the hell out of Dan,” Mark reminded her.

“Yeah, well, I kind of liked Dan.”

“So did I,” I added and both they looked at me with raised eyebrows. “LIKED, I said; that's all.”

That night Luke and I were sent to the scene of a single car crash. The car came around a corner apparently at high speed, went out of control on some railroad tracks, hit a wall, and burst into flames. The police thought it was carrying oxygen tanks, the fire was fiercely hot; by the time we got to the corpse there wasn't much left. They identified the owner of the car as Antonio Peralta. “That's Dan's real name,” I told Luke. The Alameda County coroner took custody of the remains.

I told my roommates about Dan in the morning. Laurie was unexpectedly stoic but Mark was visibly upset and left immediately. Z, of course, hadn't known our friend as either Dan or Tony but was subdued by the mortality of a peer. I decided to wait until there was some positive identification from the coroner before taking Tony's mysterious papers to their destination.

In the ensuing days my life was proceeding normally except I wasn't getting any sex. Then Style Magazine came out and the photo spread was a huge hit with young teen girls, glitzy gay guys, and especially with women of my mother's age and income.

Mom herself even called again out of curiosity. She asked if I had any other jobs lined up and lost interest when I said no. That was almost true; Andrew had called to say they had expressions of interest and had sent my portfolio to several people, but I had no actual work lined up.

 

[justright25]

This story and Alameda before it have had very interesting twists and turns. Thank you for providing such a provocative read.

 

[EasyRory]

Part Fourteen

Z asked me if I wanted to work at the AYC again. He assured me the lights had operated reliably the last couple of times he worked. I agreed. School was going to resume in a few days and the cash would be welcome.

So the next day we were getting ready to go. Z came out from taking a shower and called out “white underwear” as he passed my room. He saw me putting on some green boxers.

“Hey, Z?” He paused. “Did your parents ever say anything to you after that Museum party?” I removed the green boxers and looked for something white in my dresser.

“When I talked to them they said they liked Tanyeli and asked me to bring her to a party in Orinda.”

“Mine did sort of the same thing. You think they're cooking up something? Shit, I can't find any white underwear.”

“Mine are always ragging on me about getting a regular girlfriend. I got some you can wear.”

I followed Z to his room thinking damn he has a cute ass. He handed me some white boxers. When I put them on, they were a little small and my dick popped out of the fly. “Got anything else?” I asked him. He stared at my dick and then abruptly turned to look in a drawer. He handed me another pair and held the first in front of himself to hide his erection. I didn't want to tease him so I left and tried the stretchy boxer briefs on in my own room. “These are fine,” I called to him.

There was no discussion of his arousal as we drove to the yacht club. “Damn, I'm getting spoiled riding around in other people's cars,” I said. He grinned and told me I could walk to the hospital when the job was over. Two people at the luncheon recognized me from the magazine ad and were effusive when I told them yes, that was me. I got much better tips from those two tables.

When the job was over Z told me he had told the club about the shower problem and they had actually cleaned up the place for the employees use. It did feel good getting the smell of garlic and marinara sauce off. Z studiously ignored me and washed himself. Even after he washed his foreskin, he was showing no arousal, which kind of disappointed me.

“Z, what's this scar?” Shamelessly, I stood close to him and used my index finger to trace a faint line on his chest. He sputtered that it was from a fall off his bicycle when he was little and his cock rose. “Glad it was nothing serious,” I said and left the shower pretending not to notice his erection.

Z came out after me and addressed the obvious. “I always get a hardon if I'm naked around naked people. I'm sorry.”

We dressed quickly and went our ways. I felt bad over triggering his embarrassment just for the fun of it. I had a couple of hours to kill before going to the hospital, so I walked home. Mark had left me a message to call Andrew.

“The company liked the response to the Tiburon layout so well the want to repeat it. I told them you would be available? OK? Duong and Chengyu have already said yes, but Xuefei said no. Could you talk him into it?”

“Sure I'll do it. Xuefei just got married and is taking a premed course. I don't think anything would change his mind.”

“Then we need someone new,” Andrew said.

“What about the guy who was with Tanyeli in the newspaper photos?” I suggested. I could hear paper rattling as Andrew looked for the pictures. “His name is Z.”

“Here he is. Zee, you say? How will he look in those shorts?”

“Zachary, but he just uses the letter Z. He's built about like me, a little shorter and he has a scar at the base of his ribs, but it's hardly noticeable.”

Andrew said he'd need to see him and we tossed around dates and times, finally agreeing on Wednesday, at seven, one of my nights off.


I told Luke about the shoot and he joked saying I was going to get famous and leave Alameda. “Everybody leaves Alameda. First Jim Morrison, now you.” I assured him this was just my fifteen minutes of semi-fame and I wasn't burning any bridges or tunnels behind me. We talked about Dan/Tony and Luke said the two weeks he spent with him he'd never forget. “Man, did he fuck me right,” were his exact words. He said the coroner's report called the corpse “presumed to be” - there wasn't conclusive proof and no dental records could be located.

The Tiki provided the evening's entertainment. We entered Apartment 226S and found Dracula on his feet and a drag queen in a large box.

“What's the problem?” I asked.

“Erectile dysfunction,” said Dracula.

“And how is that an emergency?” Luke asked.

“I can't get out of the box,” said the Mae West clone.

Luke's exaggerated look of bewilderment brought out the explanation.

“We do a magic act. Frieda,” he pointed at the box, “and I were rehearsing an escape trick. I lock her … er, him in the box, add chains and padlocks and then cover everything but his head with a cloth. Then I tell the audience that a magic kiss will open the locks. I kiss Frieda ... er, Fred; he gets an erection and presses a lever inside the box with his penis to release all the locks. Except, he can't get hard and there's no other way to open the box. Could you give him some Viagra?”

Luke said, “Viagra's not in our kit. How would it be if Eric here tries the kiss?”

“What?” I just looked helplessly at Luke and then at Fred.

“Come on, Eric, let's show Fred what you're working with? It's the fast, easy way to deal with this. Ok, Fred?” Fred nodded enthusiastically and it was Dracula's turn to protest.

“We've been together for twenty-two years. If I can't get him hard ...”

“Ok, try it again.” Dracula shyly opened his pants and worked up a bit of a hardon which he waved at Fred. Nothing.

“See, with Eric we're dealing with a hot kid.” Luke got behind me and put his arms around me, feeling my chest and abdomen. “Eric may be just the kind of variety Fred needs.” His hands traced the zipper tracks up and down my coveralls and then slowly he started to unzip me.

“Think about this, Fred. How would you unzip him? I tell you just bumping into Eric's ass is getting me hard.” He got the zipper down below the band of my underwear; then he pulled the coveralls wider open and touched one of my nipples. Involuntarily, I gasped and promptly the chains fell off Fred's box. Fred climbed out of the box with a protrusion in the front of his gown.

“Now the cost of the emergency visit is covered by your insurance, of course; but Eric, here went way beyond his job description. Don't you think he deserves special consideration?”

Fred made a dash to the kitchen and returned. On tiptoes he gave me a quick kiss and tucked a hundred dollar bill into my underwear. I'm mortified to say I kept the money.

Kind of pouty, I said, “Jeez, Luke, you've taken me from innocent kid to hooker in less than two years.” Luke thought about that while he pulled into the hospital drive. Then he patted my leg and said, “You love it.”

In the darkness of the parking lot, Luke said, “How about if my share of the payoff is a kiss?” I didn't wait for him to act. I took him in my arms and kissed him, holding nothing back, remembered the pleasant nights I'd spent with him. “I've never had a partner like you,” Luke was breathless as he broke the hug and we went inside with Luke happier and me richer. Isn't that how it's supposed to work with hookers and clients?

When I got home Z was still up and I told him about the modeling possibility. He was willing. I warned him about Andrew and he said he could deal with Andrew. So a couple days later we were driving into the city. I decided to clear the air of any tension. “Z? I know you're embarrassed about your short fuze, but I'm the one who should apologize. You were minding your own business in the shower and I was the one who touched you to see if you'd get hard. I was afraid you didn't love me anymore.” He laughed as I hoped he would and called me an asshole.

At exactly seven we arrived in a miscellaneous part of Cow Hollow and went too Apartment 27. I rang the bell and there was no answer. I rang again and looked at Z. He shrugged and pushed the door open. “Andrew?” I called. Still nothing. We could hear music coming from another room. “Andrew?” I called again and then pushed the door open.

Shit. There was Andrew, naked and jacking off, close to coming from the looks of things. He was doing it to Michael Bublé, singing 'I'm Your Man.' Z laughed and then I noticed the blowups of me naked hanging all over the room. Andrew panicked and yanked his headphones off. “Get out! Get out of here!” I'll say for Andrew, he had a better body than I expected.

We withdrew to his living room and waited. Andrew came out wearing pants and a t-shirt, still looking livid. “I said get out!”

“Professional, Andrew, keep it professional. I don't give a shit what you do. Although I'd like to know where did those pictures came from? Anyway, this is Z and he's here, on time, for the meeting you set up. Now meet with him.”

Andrew was flustered but proceeded with the usual questions and then said, “The shoot is expected to call for you to wear a brief pair of shorts. Would you mind taking off everything but your underwear?”

“Just don't start playing Michael Bublé again,” Z said as he stripped, “or I'll have to do this under a blue light.” Z stood for inspection wearing black boxer briefs.

“Ok; you look ok, great actually. Do you mind posing nude? If you are willing to do that, could I see the rest please.” Andrew had cooled off a bit.

“I have an embarrassing problem,” Z said. “I get hard if I'm around other naked people, girls or guys. I can't help it.”

Andrew relaxed and said, “Well, now that we know these sordid little secrets about each other; I'll tell you that we have a way of dealing with that. A pill that will kill any hardon.”

Z smiled, removed his underwear and turned around, showing all sides. Andrew took a quick look and said, “Beautiful. You can get dressed. Here's some forms to fill out. Bring them to the shoot with you. I'll let you know when it'll be. How do I get in touch with you?”

“I live with Eric.”

“You two are...” He didn't get to finish.

“No,” we said simultaneously. “We're roommates in a four-person house,” I explained.

Before we left, I asked Andrew again, “Where did you get those photos of me?”

“I'm sorry, Eric. I took them. In between the shots Marco took of you. I'll give them to you and I promise there aren't any copies or backups.”

“Keep 'em. Pleasant dreams.”

“I'm so glad I'm not the only nut around here,” Z said walking to the car.

I patted his back. “Who said you were? As far as I can tell, the whole world's a giant fruitcake. Nuts everywhere.”

“I know the minute I take Andrew's pill, I'll meet the love of my life and be unable to perform.” It was impossible not to like Z.

The next day I took Tony's papers to an address in Oakland. The office was on upper Broadway, not the place for a lawyer's office; but that was what the name on the door said. I gave a man the papers and he asked me if I knew what they were. I told him that Tony had given them to me sealed and I never looked at them, except I guessed there was a string of rosary beads that Tony used to have in his room in one envelope. The man thanked me and gave me two hundred and fifty in cash for my trouble with the suggestion that there might be more to come.

Andrew called that night and gave us the date for the photo shoot. It would be in the Marina district of the city on my day off, but Z would need to cut a communication and media class. Z told his professor and she said she'd give him an A if she could have a copy of the photos.

We got to the shoot and were met by Duong and Chengyu. The agency people were already there and gave us their version of the rowing shorts to wear. As the four of us changed, Duong and Chengyu watched Z get the start of an erection but said nothing and left the changing area. Z asked me to see if Andrew had his little pill.

I tracked Andrew down and told him of Z's request. He departed, a man on a mission to deflate Z. I heard the latest from Duong and Chengyu about Shoe, now an expectant father. Yes, his parents were thrilled. Yes, the bride's family was thrilled. No, Shoe wasn't thrilled but was playing his part determined that no one would know the difference.

Z emerged from the tent looking great, but flaccid in his shorts. Andrew emerged looking like he had just seen a miracle. The four males were ready and we were checking out a beautiful ketch that would be the scene of the shoot. Z was familiar with sailing so things went easily.

The girls arrived and Tanyeli jumped into Z's arms and planted a kiss on his cheek telling him she got countless compliments on the shots of her with him in it. There were two girls for Duong and Chengyu also and from their response to the girls I decided they were fully capable of enjoying anyone. Lastly Maddie came over to me with her special smile. She really was breathtaking and if she was paid more than the rest of us put together she was worth it. She had the captivating ability to look at me and speak to me as if I were the only man in the city. Enchanting was the only word I could think of. Her magic had its effect and I was making my shorts bulge a little. She called me a rascal and went for final makeup adjustments.

“Hey, Eric,” said Andrew, “do you need a pill, too?”

“Don't you give him anything. Bulging is good, but no rods. Why do you think the last shoot was so popular?” Lenny commented bustling around. “Nice substitute for the other Asian guy,” he added.

Andrew beamed at the praise.

Ok, let's start shooting. Throw some water on the guys.”

“I forgot to tell you about this part,” I said to Z. The water turned our white short almost transparent.

The shoot took three hours and all possible combinations of couples and trios were used. Z blushed a little when he was told to look at me with love but Lenny rewarded him with a “Perfect; hold it for two.” The final shot was Z naked sitting on a bollard watching the sunset.

We were all asked to appear at a publicity party for a German car. “Be my date?” Maddie asked. “Can't wait,” I answered.

Driving back to Alameda, I asked Z about the pill. “Works fine. Andrew said it's some combination of antihistamine and nitrates. I've been limp as a noodle all day, even for the nude shots with that hot black girl and Chengyu. It even gave me a little buzz. The day went by fast. I'm still a little high.”

We came out of the Tube into Alameda. “So did you meet the love of your life unprepared?”

“Yes.”

“No shit. That's great. Who?”

“You. There, I said it. You, of course. Since that first day at the yacht club.”

“Z ...”

“Don't say anything. I won't bother you. I just had to say it 'cause you're driving me crazy. I'll shut up and you'll never have to hear it again. I'll move out of the house if you want.”

“I'm the love of your life?”

“I don't know about that, but you're driving me crazy. I'm hard most of the time I'm around you. I want to do stuff with you I never thought about before. I'm sorry, Eric.”

“What are you sorry about? I'm not. I think it's cool.”

“Now you're making fun of me.”

“Pull over there a second.”

Z was tense. I pried his hands off the steering wheel and placed them on my shoulders. I kissed him and he melted. “You want to suck me? You want to fuck me? I'll do it. You want to love me? I'll try, Z. You're very hot, and fun, and the only problem is we'll have to be a little quiet in the house so we don't disturb Laurie and Mark.” I kissed him again.

We resumed the drive home. “Do you know how to fuck and suck and stuff?”

Z grabbed my hand and said, “I have no clue.”

Laurie and Mark were still out. Walking up to our empty house I asked if he had any Michael Bublé cd's. He laughed and laughed. “Is there a song called “I got a lover with a limp dick'?”

His room was bigger, so was his bed, with room for two. His dick never stirred but the first thing he said was, “Fuck me.”

“You're really eager for this guy-guy stuff, huh?”

“I don't know about guys; I just know about you. Will you fuck me?”

I went to my room and got a condom and some lube. I was gentle and he was eager, but I wouldn't let him rush into it. First thing, I loved the hair on his chest and couldn't keep my hands off him. I kissed his nipples and heard the intake of breath.

“Eric, my dick isn't hard but I'm feeling everything else. Do whatever you want.”

I stroked and massaged and kissed and licked every inch of him. He responded tentatively at first and then more confidently after I told him I loved every touch. He wanted more so I tried sucking his cock. It didn't harden but he was leaking precum. He groaned and asked again, “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Eventually, if you're ready. You're sure you want this?”

“Yes.” He kissed me and I felt the points of his nipples harden as they rubbed against my chest. “Oh, yes, I'm ready.” He knelt straddling me and took my cock in his hands. “Where's the rubber?” He opened the pack and rolled it onto me. “You're bigger than I am.”

“Not much. Don't hurry and just take a little at a time.” He slicked up my cock and his ass. “Push some of that lube into your ass. It will feel better.”

He reached behind himself, held my cock and sat on it. I felt him yield and start to open for me. He started cooing, “Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh.” He rose up and tried again. “Ummmmm. Ohhhh. OW!” He pulled off again feeling the first pain.

“Slow, Z. Don't rush. Kiss me.”

He bent forward and kissed me. I guided him onto my cock and held him in place. I pushed slightly and succeeded getting the head of my cock into him. “Remember the old line 'I'll just put the head in'?” I felt his kiss turn into a smile and then a gasp as I slid more into him.

“Eric, it feels so big.”

“Go slow. Stop if you want. We don't have to do this, Z.”

“I want to.” He took more and paused, kissing me. I felt his cock. It was still limp but very wet. I cupped his balls and massaged the spot behind them. He groaned and took more of me.

“See if you can slide up and down a little,” I urged. He succeeded in setting up a little fucking motion and relaxed a little. He was no longer kissing me; he just left his open mouth on me, whispering my name and groaning. Gradually the scope of his motion increased and he was taking almost all of me. His legs were starting to tremble. I eased out of him and moved us around to fuck him from behind. I reentered his ass about half-way and heard his welcoming gasp. I tried to distract him with a back rub, massaged his ass cheeks, and reached around for his cock. Again I felt his amazing wetness and his ass tightened against me. “Ohhh. Ohhh,” he groaned and then something gave way. He relaxed and opened completely for me. I slow fucked him as his cooing changed to a higher pitch. “Fuck me. Fuck me,” he sighed.

I wrapped against his body with mine and kissed his neck. “Is this ok, Z?”

He sighed, “I feel like I'm going to come, but I'm completely soft.” I kissed him more and he begged, “Don't stop, baby.” I kept on and his cries became more desperate. “Make me come. I want to come.”

I withdrew abruptly and he gasped. I rolled him to missionary position and entered him again. “Oh, yes. Keep going, Eric.” I bent down and kissed him and felt his lips saying my name.

“Do it, Z. Come for me.” I started pounding him, shaking his body with every thrust. “Come for me.” Soon Z's whole body shook as his balls pulled up tight and cum streamed from his cock. I love the look and feel of making my partner come; it always set me off almost immediately. I thrust as deeply as possible and felt the cum pulse out of me.

All we could do was kiss each other while our passion ebbed. Finally our kisses became playful and my cock slipped out of him. “Oh, man, I wish I'd told you to fuck me the first day I met you. I never knew I could feel this way.” He touched my face and neck in wonder, kissing me, gentle kisses over and over.

“I thought you were straight. I had no idea you liked men.” I kissed him some more and he responded in a new way, less eager, more erotic.

“The thing is I don't think I like 'men'. I'm not interested in any other guys. I just like you, Eric.”

“I'll settle for being unique.” We did more of his new style of kissing. “When does your God-damned pill wear off. It's your turn to do the fucking, Zachary.”