REPOST - with corrections and slight revisions
Chapter Twelve – Don
“Thanks for meeting me, Buddy,” I told him. “Since Since Mac and Euie and Richard are back at school and Latham's off racing around somewhere, I needed somebody to talk to.”
“Sure. No problem. Plus I like beer.”
“Looks like marriage agrees with you. It Richard taking it well?”
“Mmm … No, but he's resigned to it. The other day he was at the office – he comes from school two days a week plus Saturdays – and I made the mistake of registering a TINY complaint. I said, 'I'm not used to having a hundred million dollars around to solve my problems.' And he snarled, 'Sucks to be you, Buddy.' Well, it doesn't suck. It's just a huge adjustment.”
“I've had a problem with him, but I guess I've solved it. I need your advice, though, on er … um … a sexual matter. It's kind of a long story.”
“I've got time … let's hear, Donnie.”
“Well … Richard and I are second cousins.” Buddy's face showed astonishment. “I know … we don't talk about it. I'm about ten years older than he is and about ten years dumber, I swear. Anyway, we've been having sex for about five years on and off. I swear neither one of us likes it much, but we do it. You know?”
“Dude, I spent a summer with Will. I have no idea why. Of course I know.”
“Ok, so Richard knew I was gay and decided he wanted to learn about sex from me. He'd try something with me and then go practice it with you. He liked you much better of course. Anyway, we just kinda kept this up, whenever we got horny, which was Richard sometimes and me most of the time. I don't have to tell you I don't really see that much sex, which was why I liked Lonnie. At least he was reliable. So Richard kinda had a hold on me and I listened to him. Remember when we got together and he gave me advice about Lonnie?”
“I do,” Buddy nodded.
“Get payback. Seduce the cop. That's what he said. Seduce the cop. I started thinking about it seriously. Exactly how was that going to work? Let's say I succeeded and got the cop into a compromising position … What is a compromising position? His dick hanging out of his pants? Would I need an erection? Cum stains? Should I wear a blue dress like Monica Lewinski? No, that's nuts. I don't need DNA, I just need the cop to feel threatened enough to back off his testimony against Lonnie. A picture of his dick should be enough, right?
“Ok, that was easy … Wait? What if he's really willing? Should I take it as far as it will go? If I'm sucking his dick, who will operate the camera? Fucking me might be better; but again, who will operate the camera? What about a remote camera, taking video; that would do it. But the video is always so out of focus, so grainy. I don't need Oscar quality, just enough recognition to scare the cop. I need advice. Photographic advice. Serious camera advice. I didn't know shit about photography.
“I tried the internet. Photography … lessons … Fairfax County, VA. Whoa! There must be fourteen thousand hits on that. Narrow the focus … Loudon County … better … Sterling … Yes … A photographer who also offers instruction … There were several. One sounded like what I needed. I didn't know the address, but figured it's worth a look. First, however, …
“Richard? Have a sec?” He did. “Do you actually have any experience with the kind of seduction you talked about last night?” I should have known he didn't. “Yeah, well, ok, thanks for helping me find the Speedo.” I should have known better than to let him fuck me. Now he's all smirky and snarky, like I always go around looking for trolls like him! I could do soooo much better. At least I used to be able to do better, now … Well, I that's why I keep messin' around with Richard. Some people sail through their thirties looking great, feeling great … I wasn't one of them. Hair starting to thin. I'm not fat, but my abs don't have that taut look any more either. Fuck it, my dick still works and that's what the cop must be interested in. Richard agreed with me, but it cost me a fuck to find out.
All right, with Richard's endorsement, I went to the photographer. Here we are. It's kind of a commercial neighborhood for a photographer. I figured he'd be in a strip mall, some place Moms would want to take their kids … This looks almost like light industrial. Oh well …
“Hey, I'm Don uh … Taylor.” I made up the last name. “I called about learning photography.”
“Oh yessss.” Jeez, a screaming queen! I should have known! “Jussst what were you looking for? I run group classes on the weekend, if that would sssssuit you.” He BATTED his eyes at me!
“Um, I have some specific goals and I don't think a class on the basics is what I need. I just want to be ...uh … creative … outdoors … at night.”
“Hmm … Creative thinking is a bad idea when you know nothing.” Insults! Do I really have to take insults when I'M the customer?
I ignored him. “I'm going for a 'Blair Witch Project' look.”
“Which I suppose you think is eassssy to achieve?”
“Isn't that just a function of the camera?”
“That's like telling a great chef, 'What superb food! You must have a wonderful stove!' “
“Sorry, I didn't mean to ...”
“But you did. What do you do, anyway?”
“I'm a nurse.”
“Ooooohhhhh!” The up and down musical tones of his comment said it all. Why does everyone ASSUME every male nurse is gay? Just because most of them ARE … that doesn't mean they HAVE to be. LOTS of male nurses are as straight as yard sticks. SOME male nurses are. Ok, a few are. “Sssso, we have that in common,” he hissed.
“You're a nurse, too?”
“Ssssilly.” He put his hand on my arm! “Well, as long as it'sss in the family … tell me more about what you want to do.”
He worked his way through my bullshit explanation until we got to it. “Ok, sssneaky sssex at night. I won't even ask why, sssweetie. How far do you want to go with it?”
“As far as I have to to get the cop … oops, shouldn't have said that … into a compromising position.”
“Sssugar, I like your thinking. Indecent exposure? Cock sucking? Ass fucking? Just what did you have in mind?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“Buddy, this is so embarrassing. He took me into a studio room that was dark and adjusted the light level to what I expected I'd encounter with the cop. He talked about exposure times and aperture openings and speed and the only thing I understood was, “Take your dick out.” He needed skin tones and light levels, he said. “No good,” he said. “Try getting it hard.” I beat off without any effect. “Here, sssilly boy.” He had me hard in seconds. Buddy, the dude was a total creep and he hard me hard as a rock in seconds! Still not enough light, he complained. “Show me your ass.” That was better. Mooning the camera seemed to show up more distinctly than a shadowy dick shot. “Here, let me oil you up; it will gather the light.” He spread some kind of cream on my ass. He liked that. Said my ass practically glowed. And then he fucked me. Caught me totally unawares. One minute he was checking light level and the next he's in me. “Oh, sssweetie, you're a juicy little number!” I guess I was still loose and slick from Richard's pounding. I complained and he said, “Free photography lessons come at a price, hot boy!” He called me BOY! God knows how old he was. Anyway, he's pumping hard and he came pretty quick for an old guy. And the amazing thing was the scene he recorded was accurate. You could tell who we were and exactly what we were doing. He couldn't sell me the camera, but he had an associate who could.
“So with my ass practically sloshing around, I drove to the associate's place, which was almost a shanty half way to Orange. The inside is all fleece skins. Rugs, chair covers. The old dude has no shirt on but is wearing a fleece vest. I asked about the video camera model. Yes, he had one, it was eighteen hundred ninety-nine dollars. Whoa!!! I couldn't afford that, I told him. He stared at me and smiled. “My associate says you have other ways of paying. I'll give you five hundred off for your cooperation.” It was automatic, I never even thought about it. “Six hundred,” I replied. A couple minutes later he bent me over a bed, put a sheep skin over my back, and slid his dick into me. “Damn, boy, you're looser than a sheep!!! But nice and warm.” That wasn't promising. “Sheep? You fuck sheep?” I asked. Stop laughing, Buddy. It really wasn't funny at all. The dude was pretty primitive, you know? That movie Deliverance?”
“Sorry, Donnie,” Buddy said. He had trouble swallowing his beer.
“Not that often,” the guy says about the sheep fucking. And then he gets almost poetic. “You ever seen a newly-shorn ewe. A cute little one? With that soft, pink pussy just hanging out there.” He starts fucking me faster. “Sweet ... inviting … prettier than a woman … put a sign on it … saying … fuck me ...Fuck Me … FUCK ME … AAAAAA!!!” I think he started cumming on the third fuck-me and the AAAAA sounded more like BAAAH, you know, the sound a sheep makes? I'm sorry you think this is so funny, Buddy!”
“Donnie, I'm sorry. Really.” He snorted some beer and coughed a lot.
So he sells me the camera for twelve ninety-nine and says, “Bet you never got six cees for a fuck before, hey? By the way, you're gonna need a tripod but I don't have the right one. Try Best Buy or a camera shop. Oh, and don't try registering that camera, right? The serial number is void.' Or maybe it's hot? I asked. You're not as stupid as you look, he replies. So off I trot to Best Buy where the salesman doesn't try to fuck me, except he was cute and wearing tight pants and I might have considered it. But the pisser was I saw the identical camera – regularly eighteen ninety-nine? - marked Security Camera - Homes in on Motion - Discontinued Model – seven ninety-nine!!! I felt like I'd been fucked, even if I hadn't.”
“Amazing story, Donnie! I can't believe …”
“Wait. It's not over. I set the camera up hidden where Lonnie said he met the cop and waited. It was kinda cold and I waited a couple of hours. I was about to give up when I saw motion among some parked cars in a used car lot. Awesome! The cop! After all my work, I couldn't actually believe it. Not really. I mean I'm not even in love with Lonnie. I just feel I owe him, you know? Anyway, there's the fucking cop. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and he noticed me. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do!! Nervously, without thinking, I grabbed my cock and squeezed. He liked that. He grabbed himself and squeezed back. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. Hey, I said and stood real close. He didn't move. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I pushed my hips forward until my fly rubbed against the back of his hand. I gave a ragged sigh and he responded by touching me. “You want to ...” I asked and he responded, “Yeah,” before I got the words out of my mouth. With a couple of deft motions he had my jeans open and my cock out. Then he slowed down and said, “Nice,” as he stroked me. He sank to his knees and sucked me. He was really good at it. I didn't mind at all reciprocating. Then he picked me up like I weighed nothing and lay me down gently in the bed of a pickup.”
“And fucked you?” Buddy asked open-mouthed.
“Yeah. But he did it really nice. He came and stayed in me. “Waiting for my dick to go soft,” he said as he stroked my cock gently. I was gonna spring my trap, but it felt soooo good. I waited until I came. Meanwhile he's actually saying nice things to me. I felt shitty when I finally said to him, “What would you think if this was all on video? You being cop and all?”
“Oh my God!” Buddy liked the story.
“Totally calm, he said to me, “I'm pretty sure it is recorded. See that box on the pole over there? It's a surveillance camera. Probably recorded everything. And I'm not a cop. Well, I guess I'm a rent-a-cop; I'm a security guard for the used car dealer.” I was dumbstruck. “Don't worry,” he assured me. “I'll erase everything before I go off duty.” At that point his dick slipped out of me. I gasped. It didn't hurt; I just felt empty. I wanted it back in me. “You want to meet up later? I get off at six-thirty.” He looked at his watch. About three hours from now.”
“I put him off with a not sure about this morning, maybe another time. I pulled my pants up and left. I walked a block and then doubled back for my camera. I got in my car and checked the video. It was porn-quality. I felt my dick stir as I watched myself getting fucked. The guard looked so relaxed and into what we were doing. I felt shitty about recording him, even if he knew his employer was doing the same thing. I went home and got called by Richard. He asked me if I did it. I told him about the photographer and the camera salesman, but not about the guard. He laughed and said he wanted to hook up and fuck me again, which seriously pissed me off.”
“Dude, I don't blame you!” Buddy nodded sympathetically.
“What I did do was get cleaned up and wait outside the used car dealer's building. At about six thirty-five, my guy came out. In the light of day, his uniform was brown, not blue. I couldn't tell the difference in the dark. He saw me and I signaled for him to get in. “Wow,” he said, “You're a lot cuter in the day light.” I swear I blushed. Cute! ME! He's calling me cute! “You're pretty nice too, Walt.” I read his name tag. “Yeah, my name's actually August … Call me Gus. My last name's Walters, so the company let me use this old uniform marked Walt. It's close enough, right? I asked him if he wanted breakfast and he said he needed to change first.”
“Oh shit! You went to his place and ...” Buddy was grinning hugely.
“Don't get ahead of me. 'His place' turned out to be the apartment RIGHT OVER Lonnie's. He apologized for it and said the landlady didn't normally rent the second-floor units, but she had a vacancy she couldn't rent because of police involvement and needed the money. It was one room, minimally furnished and Gus didn't seem to have much furniture of his own.
“I'm just out of the Army, so I don't mind the barracks look,” he said. “Retired after nineteen and six. I joined when I was sixteen too get away from trouble at home. So suddenly it feels like I'm living a new life.” He stripped with no self-consciousness and went to take a quick shower. “Want to join me?” he invited. I was naked and in that shower in a flash. Then we dried off and then we fucked.
“And?” Buddy prompted.
“Then we had breakfast and then we fucked some more. And that was a week ago and I've been seeing him every day since. You know what he calls me? My real name: Donley.”
“I like that. Donley,” Buddy tried out the name. “But you said you needed my advice. It doesn't sound like you need any.”
“Um, Buddy?” I wanted for his yes. “Do you ever cum just from getting fucked?”
“Tommy Lynn can make me cum sometimes,” Buddy answered without elaboration.
“Gus makes me cum all the time. Whenever I want. It's not a problem, but I used to be a top and this getting fucked stuff is kinda new. Not totally, but I never really enjoyed it before. With Gus, it's ….”
“I think you're in love, Donley. Congratulations.”
Watch Don get busted too......... Thanks, Rory.
