Feet on the Ground

[highflyer99]

Well, Joey's day certainly was a mixed bag -- scoring with his old idol, and then getting kicked out of home by his mum. Hollis seems to be quite taken with him, so I'm looking forward to more hot times with those two.

As always, I really enjoyed this chapter Rory. More please!

Cheers, HF

 

[Kyanimal]

^ And, though Maron's internship is over, he's still in the picture. He even knows 'Russ', and about Ruslan!

As HF said, "More please!"

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter 20 - Carlos


Maxi told me to knock and enter, so I did. “ 'Ollis, Maxi wants if you … ¡AYYYY! ¡Qué pasa!”

“Close the door!” I left quickly and closer the door. “No, Carlos, come in and THEN close the door.”

“ 'Ollis, what you do?” I noticed the other hombre. “Hi, I'm Carlos.”

“Carlos, this is Joe, my roommate.”

“It looks like you're just lying there without your pants,” I said.

“We're tanning our balls.”

Balls. I think he meant huevos. I'm getting better; but I'm not used to all the slang yet. I grabbed my balls and said, “¿Huevos?”

“Si. Huevos,” Joe answered. “It's supposed to be good for sex. You sit in the sun for about ten minutes. Any longer you get a bronceado. Join us.” I was wearing a wife-beater, flip-flops (I love American slang), and a pair of nylon shorts. It was easy to join them.

“Wow, Carlos. No wonder Mac keeps you around,” Hollis said.

I think he was saying I looked good without the shorts. “Thank you, 'Ollis. ¿Djou know Espanish, Djoe?”

“Entiendo el español mejor de lo que lo hablo.”

“ME too! I understand English better than I speak. The sun feels good on my hue … balls.”

“How goes the porn career, Carlos?”

“It's a lot of work, 'Ollis. I didn't know how hard it is. Do djou know how long it takes to shoot a twenty minutes video? Four hours. Try fucking for four hours. Especially Royer. Royer is a lousy fuck. But he looks good in video. His pinga looks super big. I am bigger than he is but he looks BIGGER. But I fuck better so I get to top. Royer has trouble with keeping hard. I don't.”

“It looks like you're getting hard now,” Hollis commented.

“I'm lying here naked enjoying the sun … lying next to Beautiful Joe who is naked … why not get hard? And maybe Beautiful Joe is getting a little hard tambien.”

“Hands off my boyfriend, Carlos,” Hollis said in a more or less friemdly way.

“Boyfriend?” Beautiful Joe sounded surprised.

“You're a boy. You're my friend,” Hollis answered.

“And maybe you two are fucking?” Beautiful Joe blushed and Hollis smiled.

A knock and Mac entered; he gasped at the sight. “I'm gonna have to get a lock,” Hollis said.

“What the fuck?” Mac looked at the three of us with a frown. “I sent Carlos to invite you to dinner and heard nothing back. Am I cooking for four or just myself? What are you three doing anyway?”

You tell him, Carlos. I'm tired of explaining.”

“We are putting sun on our hue … balls to make us more full of la testosterona.”

“Mac, this is Joe. I don't know if you've actually met him.”

“Hi Joe, nice to meet so much of you. Three naked guys – two with erections. Why bother with dinner? I'm cooking; it will be ready in about a half hour if anybody's hungry.” Mac left and I heard his footsteps on the stairs up to our place. I got up and pulled on my shorts.

“You two come in about trente minutos, maybe more. I will go home and put Maxi into a good mood again.”

I got back to the apartment and Maxi actually WAS is a good mood. “Funniest thing I ever saw. Three little monkeys with their balls hanging out. Except monkeys are maybe smarter than that.”

I snuggled up against him and looked at a bowl of red meat he was mixing. “Djou making chili?” I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his middle, waiting for his giggle. “Djou make chili very good, except it isn't chili, but it's very good.” I pulled his zipper down. “Djou make me good chili; I make you good blowjob.” I slipped my hand into his jeans. “Mmm, big already. Maybe I make you good fuck.”

“Don't!” he warned as I pulled his dick out. “Carlos ...” I stroked him. “Baby ...” He turned and kissed me. Maxi always kisses good. I popped the button on his jeans and slid myself and the jeans down to the floor. “Dinner will be late ...” I couldn't answer him; my mouth was full. “God damn it ...” he said in fake anger. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He pulled my shirt up and my shorts down. It's always good to wear not too many clothes at home around Maxi. When he's ready, he gets right to work.

“Djou kiss me a little more, Maxi. I like that. Si. There … and there … please ... sexy … Maxi ,,,” I don't make much sense when Maxi is kissing my body. I spread my legs and waited. That little wait while I watch him oil up is torture; but by the time he is ready so am I. I want that dick in me. I always make funny noises when he is going in. “Mmshsh. Yyyyek. Oooo.” And then, “Aaaaah.” Sometimes Maxi laughs at me but this time he just sighed, “Baby,” and started fucking me. Slow strokes. More kissing. I can't say what he does next, but he fills me up. Every part of me has got some Maxi in it. And I want more. Sometimes he stays slow and steady and makes me want to beg for more. Other times his arms go under my back and hold me by the shoulders and he pounds me. Slams his cock into me. Over and over. Like today. Again, he gasps, “Baby.” I answer, “Maxi.” In the moment both those words mean fuck me harder. Today, I tell him, “Fuck me harder.” At least I try to. The words don't sound right. I'm not sure what I said. Then a long wail. The feeling, almost painful, builds. I'm coming. That sets off Maxi. His dick slips out; I feel empty. He slides back in; I feel right again. I almost black out.

“¡¡¡Quiereme!!!” I cry out. I tell Maxi that means fuck me. Sort of it can; but it really means love me. It's what I always say to him when I come. “Love me.” I wish he did. Sex is so much better with love.

Eventually we relax in each others arms. Say you love me, I pray to myself. He says, “That chili is never going to be ready on time.”

“Pizza? Order in?”

“Carlito, eres un genio,” he says. Calling me a genius is nice but it's not what I want to hear.

We shower. I ask if he would like me with a tattoo. He says I could get the Salvadorian flag. “Why would I do that? I'm Colombian.” He says oh, I thought … Mac and I really don't know all that much about each other. My English is getting better but I can't say anything important about philosophy or politics or even money. Then he says I could get the Colombian crest. “The crest is … how do you say it doesn't mean what it says?”

“It's ironic? How could a crest be ironic?” he asks as we rinse off.

“It shows a map of Panama, which used to be part of Colombia. If I got that tattooed people think I'm Panameño.” Impulsively he hugged me. “What?” I asked him.

“Sometimes I just need to hug you.” And he followed that with a kiss and called the pizza place down the street. “Ordering pizza naked is more fun that tanning your balls, I bet.” I look at his body and wished again that he loved me.

We dressed just in time for Hollis and Joe to arrive. They looked at us; we looked at them; and we all four knew what we had been doing for the last half hour. “So, the cooking didn't work out so well,” Mac said; “I'm going for pizza. I'll be back in fifteen.”

“I'll go with you,” Hollis offered.

“Cerveza?” I offered. Joe accepted gladly and took a big swallow when I gave him the bottle. “You work up a thirst fucking 'Ollis, Beautiful Joe?”

He blushed. “How did you know?”

“ 'Ollis looked so happy and relaxed. And he kept taking little looks at you and smiling. I don't know him long but I think he doesn't always do that.”

“And, if you don't mind, why do you call me Beautiful Joe all the time?”

“In my home, my village, you would be the most breautiful man there. Gringo skin and Latin eyes. The girls would love you. Maybe some boys, too.”

“Nobody thinks that here.”

“Maybe they do and don't tell you. Maybe you are mas guapo than you think.”

“There was a baseball pitcher they called El Guapo.”

“That was ...” I remembered Maxi's word. “That was ironic. He was not The Handsome, he was The Ugly; but you can't call a man El Feo unless you want to talk to his knife next.”

“You and Mac are?”

“Roommates. What do you say? With benefits?”

“I guess that's what Hollis and me are. As of yesterday. Uh, really I've known him for a long time, but he didn't remember me.” Then he switched subjects. “Are you really doing porn?”

“A little. See that picture over there? That is actually Mac and me.”

“Wow! Is it ok if I call you Beautiful Carlos?”

“Ok, I won't call you Beautiful Joe any more.” He nodded pleased I got the hint. “Well, that picture got us an invitation to do porn but Mac said no, so I work with this guy Royer ...” I tried harder to pronounce Roger. “Rod-djur ... who is straight. And I need more money than I was making doing landscaping, so ...”

“Wow again. Porn. How hard is it? The porn work, I mean.” His earnest look said he wasn't trying to joke about mi pinga being hard.

“What if I said, 'Show me your cock'?” Joe stood up, pulled his shorts down some and hauled it out.

“No, no.” I laughed. “That is what you need to be ready for. That was the first thing the director said to me. Not hello. Not what's your name. Just show me your cock. Yours is very nice by the way.”

“I'm in good shape. I know that. Just not much of a face.” Again, he was total earnestness.

“I'm not going to argue, but you have a very nice face. Anyway, you look better than most of the other guys I see at the studio. Are you interested? I get a commission if I introduce you and they hire you. I will split it with you. Two fifty each.”

“I'll think about it. I have a job but my circumstances are up in the air right now. Hollis basically took me in off the street.”

“Another beer?” I offered. Joe accepted and we sat down just as Mac and Hollis came back with two hot pizzas. Mac got more beer and we sat around a small table and ate.

“What have you two been up to while we were gone?” Mac asked.

Joe answered him with his great smile. “We exchanged life stories. The short versions.”

I love Maxi, but Joe would be hard to say no to. As they were leaving I whispered to him, “I think you made 'Ollis a very happy man, Joe.”

 

[highflyer99]

Ah, Carlos has strong feelings for Mac and just longs for Mac to love him. So sweet. He's perceptive about Joe and Hollis too. This whole yarn is gentle, amusing and entertaining, Rory. Thank you for writing it, and I'm looking forward to more.

Cheers, HF

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter 21 – Mac


“Who's the kid downstairs with Euie?” Richard asked upon arrival.

“Anthony Forza, Maron's replacement,” I told him.

“Who was Maron?”

“You remember, the last intern. Tall, slender, senior at George Mason.”

“Um. Did anybody get to fuck him? Can't have a bunch of virgins running around out there.”

“Nobody that I know of. Hollis says he's straight.”

“Like Hollis would know a straight guy from a saw horse.”

“You're grumpy for a bright Monday morning,” I commented as mildly as I could put it. “Trouble at Christmas Tree farm?”

“All of a sudden, no. Everything's going brilliantly. Suzie took the cash and split.” Richard paused. “You know, I kind of miss her. At least she was crooked in a very honest way. Unlike mumblefuck Jimmy.”

“Maybe if you kept your dick out of his mouth all the time, he could speak clearly,” I was pushing it, but Richard's description didn't fit the Jimmy I had met.”

“Out of his ass you mean. We weren't having sex right after Suzie left. And then about four days later, he up and said, 'Fuck me.' I mean … 'Fuck me.' Come on!” Richard rolled his eyes. “And he hasn't stopped since. He's turned into a sex fiend. Like he has a death-by-dick wish.” There was a moment of silence. “But … I have to say he's a pretty good cocksucker for a straight boy.”

“Maybe he's not so straight. Maybe you have perverted his mind into interesting new considerations.”

Richard sighed. “I'm tired of fucking him. And I NEVER thought I'd say that about anybody. The amazing thing is he has a very cute ass. He looks so hot standing taking a shower. And I never thought I'd say no to such an … appealing … The thing is I haven't said no and I'm exhausted. Completely fucked out. I gotta get a good night's sleep.”

“Maybe we should trade partners,” I teased.

“The Latin guy? Euie says he's cute, really cute with a big dick. Actually Euie didn't say that. I'm just projecting a big dick onto your preferences list. Big dick, eager, and dark. Priorities one, two, and three. Right? You wouldn't do it with some little-dicked blond flirt, even if he was willing, right?” Richard could barely supress a smile.

“If you're referring to that baker's assistant I was with … he was worth it for the donuts alone. And the pain au chocolat!!! Euie still buys from him.”

Mac, be honest. Am I just a huge pain in the ass?” Richard's question sounded sincere.

“Sometimes.”

“Because I would really like you to think well of me.”

“I try. You don't make it easy … sometimes.”

“We get along. We're having a reasonable talk now about our annoying boyfriends.”

“I never said Carlos is annoying. He's … a little different, but that's because he's money driven.”

“Who isn't? That's what this whole company is about. Making the most money we can.”

Footsteps on the creaky stairs preceded Euie and Anthony's arrival. “Richard,” Euie said, “this is Anthony Forza. Don't call him Tony. Doesn't like that. Call him Anthony. Anthony this is Richard our vice president.”

“Pleased to meet you, sir.”

Richard acted preoccupied during Euie's introduction. “Yes, well,” he looked up. “Tony is it? Welcome aboard. Would you like to come to my place tonight?”

Anthony panicked and looked to Euie and me, “I was told I only had to fuck George!!!”

“Can George still get it up? Who told you that anyway? Don't worry. You'll like it. I have a big dick.”

“Professor Inglis said 'Only George'. That's exactly what he said.” Anthony was wild-eyed.

“Richard is joking, Anthony. I don't know what arrangement you have with George, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do,” I soothed. Euie just smiled looking at Anthony as if he expect him to bolt.

Richard said, “Just wanted to see your reaction. We like to know what our interns can deal with. Uh, the big dick part is true, by the way, if you want to reconsider. Anyway welcome to Middleburg Investments. Euie, that payroll system you sold to your Doctor friend … there's an update available. One third the original price, ten percent performance improvement.”

“Hollis's doctor friend. Actually. They don't have that many employees, but they're geographically spread out. They want central control, not a little more speed.”

“Lie. Tell them it has new hacking protection.”

“No,” was Euie's one word answer. “And long-term, they'll be a good client. They're growing and it's a high margin business. We'll get some private clients out of it.”

Richard sighed, “See, Tony? It's ok to stiff the Vice President. No wonder this place doesn't make money. Have you left George able to conduct business or is he fucked out for days?” Richard didn't wait for an answer and went into George's office.

“Nothing like this was ever discussed in my business case study couorse. I guess I better get used to being called Tony.”

Euie and I laughed. “That's just Richard. He heard every word Euie said and probably won't call you Tony. Probably. So, Anthony, you want to file these completed tax returns.”

An hour later, with the returns all tucked into the client folders, we took a lunch break. “Euie, I don't know how you can survive on mostly pain au chocolat and tea,” I said, admiring Anthony's meatball half-sub.

“I do it for Vince. He can sense how much I like the chocolate while he eats head cheese or something in the butcher shop. He's a little down lately, since he found four articles that debunk the linkage of love and quantum entanglement. I told him maybe love is more like a wormhole than something quantum and now he's disappointed that he didn't think of that himself.”

“I think everybody has that sense of entanglement being like love. My roommate did. Don't know myself. I've never been in love,” Anthony said.

“How did it work out for your roommate?” I asked.

“He got unentangled when he tried simultaneous entanglements in the same sorority. Got a black eye from it.”

“Ok, the basic question, I know you're having sex with George, but are you actually gay?”

“Inglis says I am, 'cause I came when he fucked me and I'm kinda like cocksucking. But I wonder. It's only great with some people. If I were gay, wouldn't I be an omnivore, so to speak.”

“Jeez, I was,” Euie said. “So many regrets from those early years.”

“I guess I was, too,” I added. “I didn't really know much about feelings until later.”

“So it's real with you and Carlos?” Euie asked.

“No it isn't. That's how I know feeling are important. Carlos and I are … comfortable together.”

“Wow,” was Anthony's comment.

“Wait til you meet Carlos,” Euie said. “VERY comfortable is what Mac meant to say. And about George … what Mac said. You don't HAVE to do anything you don't want to do.”

Anthony shrugged. “George isn't much of a price to pay for this opportunity. No worse than Inglis.”

“I hope you feel that way at the end of the summer,” I warned him and listened to footsteps on the stairs, followed by a dazzling smile and obvious excitement.

“Maxi, our picture has sold forty thousand copies!”

“Anthony, this is Carlos. Carlos, our new intern Anthony.”

He flashed a smile at Anthony and continued, “The lesbians say our cut is eighty thousand dollars!”

“They have NO RIGHT to sell it!”

“Not sold, precisamente. They give it to you if you buy a sixty-five dollar candy bar.”

“So the candy bar costs what? A dollar? And the picture costs ten dollars with a frame. They are making fifty-four dollars a pop and we get TWO????” I was annoyed at the treachery of the lesbians.

“Mac is good with numbers,” Euie told Anthony.

“¡AAYY! ¡Tonto! Eighty thousand. ¿Didn't you hear me? ¡¡¡EIGHTY THOUSAND!!! And more to come. Mi cuñado says the bitch will settle for fifty thousand and, half of eighty plus counting the porn money, my divorce is paid off.” Carlos was too exhausted to keep yelling. “Come to the apartment and I will explain to you.”

“Apparently Carlos is good with numbers, too,” Euie told Anthony.

I followed Carlos two doors down to our apartment. Once inside, Carlos said, “Sit.” He sat next to me. He took my hand and placed it on his dick, which rapidly became semi-hard. “Maxi, I need this money. What do you care if the lesbians sell a million copies of our picture?”

“Your English is getting much better.”

“I'm not stupid, just Colombian.” He kissed me lightly. “And Roger is teaching me.”

“Really? I wouldn't have expected that.”

“It happened after we made this scene … I was fucking him and gradually he got into it, and then I got into it, and it turned out to be a good video. When we finished filming I said to him, 'Djou neber kiss me like that before,” and he imitated my accent and said 'Djou neber fuck me like that before.' He didn't mean to make fun of me, he … we … we got on the same page. Is that the expression?”

“Close enough. So now you and Roger are … what? Together? Lovers?”

Carlos's new English failed him. “Es muy complicada la situación.” I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. “Maxi, I need the money or I will neb … never get to see mi hijas again. Their mother will take them back to Colombia and I will never find them again. And now doing the scenes with Roger isn't so hard any more. And he wants me to go to Florida and make a longer film. And it's a lot of money, if it sells.”

“I'll buy a copy,” I told him.

“I like you better than anybody.” He kissed me again.

“I sense there's a 'but' coming here.”

“Pero,” Carlos said with a small smile, “I need the money.”

“I'll tell the lesbians to sell all the pictures they can.”

 

[EasyRory]

Ah, Carlos has strong feelings for Mac and just longs for Mac to love him. So sweet. He's perceptive about Joe and Hollis too. This whole yarn is gentle, amusing and entertaining, Rory. Thank you for writing it, and I'm looking forward to more.

Cheers, HF

Thanks, HF. Carlos and Mac are fun to write about; but as another writer said, "The course of true love never did run smooth."

 

[Kyanimal]

Lovin' all the banter!

I think I'm [STRIKE]falling[/STRIKE] lusting for ... Carlos!

¡Ay caramba!

You've created quite an interesting ensemble of fascinating characters!

 

[EasyRory]

You've created quite an interesting ensemble of fascinating characters!

I try to write these simple stories with maybe one not-too-complicated moral, Then the characters take over and it goes off the rails, every time.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter 22 - George


Do you ever get the feeling you're the only one doing any work? The rest of the world is only here for the free lunch? I swear that is what this company is like. I can hear them out there in the break room – talking about their love lives. Meanwhile I'm killing myself to earn the money to meet the payroll twice a month. I saw an old classmate who's a doctor now; he said I look like shit. And then he tried to make a joke out of it – that S.H.I.T. stood for Seriously Hot In spite of Time. This was at an etf conference. He was there as financial manager of his group practive. He didn't do the work, of course. He was just there for the lunch. Which I have to say did include a pretty good lobster roll and a flinty Puligny-Montrachet to go with. But don't you hate it when they cut up the rolls into those little bite-sized bits like they're expecting a troop of Brownies to attend?

The doctor-slash-financial manager had an assistant along, the guy like me who did the real work. We commiserated about the drudgery and lack of reward. He recommended the beef tenderloin, which was quite good – they larded it with foie gras. Peter Outerbridge was his name. We went for a drink after the presentation and then ended up in his hotel room. It was a brief wrestling match, both of us wanted to top. We gave up and went back to the bar. He immediately picked up an older-than-he-looked, born-to-bottom number and left again. I went back to the office to work and ended up falling asleep at my desk. And my reward? Euie at oh-dark-thirty waking me up to meet some new intern.

Anthony Forza didn't look especially Italian; he looked plain old American, sandy-colored hair and brown eyes, a pleasant smile, and a just bit gay. What does that mean? I don't know exactly, nothing specific, but I was ninety-nine percent ready to bet mine would not be the first cock he ever sucked. Assuming, of course, that he ever sucked mine.

“I'll leave you to explain the company, George,” Euie said. “Buzz my phone when you're ready and I'll take Anthony to see the rest of the menagerie.”

I gave young Mr. Forza the abbreviated description of what we dosaying we were heavier into individual accounts than I would like and light on corporate business. “Any questions?”

“Well, Professor Inglis said I might … or, I - I mean you might have, um, special needs, if you know what I mean, special needs that I could … satisfy?”

“We didn't hire you as a sexual object, if that's what you're getting at. For one thing, times have changed. You could sue and win if I so much as sniffed your hair. So let's be clear: you have no “sexual” duties whatsoever here. Not regarding me nor anyone else. Beware of Richard, by the way, who gets a little aggressive; but I'm sure you can handle that. He will take no for an answer – just be clear about it. Ok?”

“That's a relief. I don't much like anonymous sex. Of course, it wouldn't be anonymous after a while.”

“Anthony, don't flirt with me. Mac likes flirting, try him.” I messaged Euie, who must haavve been waiting at the door. He came took Anthony away. I classified Anthony as cautiously ambitious; Hollis would probably nail him first. He didn't tempt me.

My phone buzzed. “Peter” the screen said. “This is George Brightwater,” I answered.

“George, this is Peter … from last night?” I acknowledged the memory. “I'm sorry things got off to a bad start and I wanted to ask you out for dinner tonight. I enjoyed your company and thought maybe we would make better friends than ...” He left the rest unsaid.

“Sure, I'd like that. Do you have a place in mind? I'm in Middleburg. The Tyson area is about as far as I'd like to travel tonight.”

“There's a … don't laugh now … a British take-out place just south of Tysons in Vienna. I could pick up some stuff and we could eat out – picnic – in Bull Run Mountain Park, near you. Do you like vindaloo?”

“Vin … what? Is that some kind of wine? I don't know much about food.”

“It's a mildly spicy chicken, in this case in a pastry crust. I'll get a variety. Ok?”

I looked in the bathroom mirror. So I'm going picnicking tonight and I look like shit. Advice, that's what I need. I tried to approach casually, always tough with an ex-lover. “Hollis, what does the well-dressed Virginian wear to a picnic?”

“Depends. Is this a white linen and crystal picnic or is this a bucket of KFC picnic?”

“Closer to the bucket of KFC, I think. Although the food is from some British place in Vienna.”

“From Pure Pasty in Vienna? Awesome!” said Mac.

“The Vienna part is all I know.”

“It's gotta be. It'll be good food, that's for sure. Jeans and a T with maybe a put-on/take-off overshirt in case it's cool. What do you think, Hollis?”

“Sounds good. You want to keep the clothes easy to get off, right? In case you get lucky?” Hollis said without a hint of sarcasm. Hollis looks effortlessly good, simmering sex without even trying. No wonder I liked him. The sound of his voice is perfect. Jeez, I'm staring at him. Move on, George.

“Well, I don't know about getting lucky. He's gay, but he's also another finance guy I met at a conference.”

“You know that mostly dark blue t-shirt you have? Wear that. And carry the cordovan leather jacket. You look hot in that,” Hollis said with a grin.

Shit. Hollis. Shit, again. I would take him back in a minute. If he would have me. But … He has plainly moved on. I should, too.

I went back into my office and closed the door, which did not prevent me hearing Mac say, “He still likes you, Hollis. You could get back together if you want.” I deliberately made some noise with the drawer of a file cabinet so I couldn't hear Hollis's answer.

It turns out I like vindaloo and eating it outside with a hearty ale was the perfect picnic. Pasty, with a flat a, not the thing girls stick on their nipples, is now one of my favorite eats. Peter also brought a curry version that was great with another ale. And another ale. It was the perfect time of year for a picnic, late spring, cool when the sun went down and no bugs. I put on the light leather jacket.

“You look hot in that,” Peter said. “A real New York club scene look.”

“New York,” I joked self-consciously. “I never know if that's good or bad.”

“You look very hot.” he repeated and pulled me closer. No attempt at a kiss, just a feel. He opened my jeans and felt around some more. “Is this ok?” he asked.

“Sure,” I answered back and cupped his pants-covered cock in my hand. I don't think he was wearing underwear. It was dark enough that we were safe and with minimal struggle wormed out of our jeans. A non-frantic sixty-nine session resulted in orgasm. Peter first; me second. Followed by a big swig of ale and a brief kiss; it was the perfect ending to our picnic.

“I don't have to top, you know.” Peter revealed something I didn't know.

“I've been known to take a dick now and then. Last night wasn't the right time,” I contributed.

“We could flip for who goes first?” Peter suggested.

“Right now?” I was no way ready for another session.

“The next time we meet. If you want,” Peter proposed.

We clicked bottles of ale and finished them. Another slightly longer kiss and we cleaned up the debris and promised to meet again.

“Don't leave it 'meet again sometime'. Let's make it definite. Friday?” Peter sounded more eager than I expected.

“Can't. Friday is not a good day. Saturday?”

“I can't. I'm committed. What about tomorrow?”

“Yes. Tomorrow. Thursday. Sure.”

That got me a hug and a third kiss. I don't know where this is going beyond his apartment tomorrow night. Early, we both agreed. Have to work on Friday.

 

[highflyer99]

Oh, I like how you've written George, Rory. He's sort of dry and a bit jaded, but he has a way with words. And the little details in this chapter are really entertaining, like lunch including "a pretty good lobster roll and a flinty Puligny-Montrachet to go with. But don't you hate it when they cut up the rolls into those little bite-sized bits like they're expecting a troop of Brownies to attend?"

Such an amusing read.

Cheers, HF

 

[EasyRory]

Thanks, hf. I would never tell him, but I think George is guilty of the shortcomings he sees in others.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter 23 - Hollis


“Incredibly well,” I said in reply to Mac's how's-it-going question. “Joe's been living with me a month now and he couldn't be a better roommate. Clean, tidy, pays his share, always ready for sex. I couldn't ask for more. Except … And that doesn't even matter.”

“Except what? He calls you Hollie?”

I laughed, “God, no, nothing as bad as that. It's … he doesn't like getting fucked that much. He'll do it, but maybe not as often as I want. I always get the feeling he's enduring it, not enjoying it. He doesn't complain or anything; he's just not all in. On the other hand, it great when he's the top. I don't mind the ratio is about one to seven.”

“Have you told him?”

“Told him what? It's nothing to complain about when everything else is so perfect.”

“Uh-huh ...” Mac sounded skeptical.

“No, really. I think I might even … we haven't used the L word yet, but I'm really happy – like all the time. And so is he.”

“Have to say I've never seen you smiling so much.”

“Did I tell you about the conversation with his father?” Mac shook his head no. “It was right after he moved in. Joe called him and put the phone on speaker. 'What happened?' his dad asked. 'She threw me out. Caught me in flagrante.' 'AGAIN?' his dad said and then laughed; 'I can't tell you to keep it in your pants, not after my problems. So what now? You want me to remind her that YOU own the house?' 'No, I'm good. I'm living in Middleburg with my friend Hollis.' 'The guy she caught you with?' 'Yep, he's here now, listening.' 'Hi, Hollis,' says dad and I answered, 'Hey, Mr. Evans.' And he said 'Call me anything but that. My first name is Court.' And I said, 'Hey, Court.' And he said, 'Be nice to Joe; that's all I ask.' Then he said, 'Joe, you need any money?' Joe said no and he was sure his mother would soon forget the incident. 'She has TIAs,' he explained to me.”

Wow, sort of no-drama drama,” Mac observed.

“TIAs are transient ischemic attacks. Like little strokes that drive her batshit and then the next one wipes out her recent memory. It's like she resets every few weeks, at least that's how Joe explained it. Ground zero is when she and Court split. She goes back to that point and starts over.”

“Is that why they split up?”

“Mmmm … that and a LOT of infidelity, as Joe explained it. Court always had a chick on the side and now and then a dude. One of them he took away from Joe. Mom just wigged out at some point.”

“Hollis, nobody says 'wigged out' anymore,” Mac laughed.

“I do. I think the image is perfect,” Anthony Forza said.

“T … er, Anthomy, speak up more. I forgot you were there. Why are you on the floor again?”

“Hollis, don't distract him. He's assembling the chronology of our common fund holdings.”

“So anyway, that's the story of Joe's dad. I guess my roomie would have found a soft landing whether I took him in or not. So tell us, Anthony, how are you and George getting along?”

“Fine.”

“Fine?? That's it?”

“He liked the flow chart I made for payment processing. I've almost convinced him that it would be cheaper to do it in-house, rather than paying bank fees.”

“I think Hollis is asking about what you get up to on the side. Have to say I'm kinda curious myself,” Mac added.

“Well … er … nothing. We don't do anything on the side. Not even the couple of times I worked late and slept over. Professor Inglis said I might have some extra duties, the kind you're talking about, but George said no.”

“Wow, not like the old days around here. Tommy Lynn, our old boss, would have had you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner by now. So, Anthony, you were ok with Inglis's description of your working conditions?”

“I figured I could tolerate it. If I had to ...”

“Hmm … If you're feeling neglected, Mac or I could fill in for George.”

I was kidding but Anthony really perked up. “Really? I mean, really? You think Euie would be willing?”

“No Euie would not be willing,” Mac injected. I watched Anthony's enthusiasm fade. Fuckin' Euie. How does he do it? I didn't have to wait for Anthony's explanation.

“Euie's such a … hot dude. He just stands there and people fall in love with him. I watched the guy at the Subway almost faint like a teenaged chick at a Bieber concert when Euie ordered a pastrami sub.”

“Euie is amazing, but I have to tell you the guy at Subway faints over anybody with a dick,” Mac laughed. “If you feel the urge, he will probably do anything you want.”

“That's just it. I kind of never make the first move or the second. I … I just don't. Like I can hardly talk to Euie he makes me so nervous.”

“You're talking to us. Why is Euie so hard? You don't have any trouble talking to us?” Do I sound needy here?

“Y'all are more approachable. Not so perfect as Euie.”

“When you get to know Euie better, you will find he's totally human, has his own flaws, although I can't think of any right now, and is easy to be around,” Mac said.

Anthony just smiled. At which point my phone rang. It was Joe, saying get right over to Professor Inglis's house and wear my lacrosse uniform. It was urgent. I didn't know Inglis even had a house, although I guess he had to live somewhere.

I told Mac I had to leave, quickly changed, and drove faster than the speed limit allowed to Vint Hill Farms, nearWarrenton. It was close but not quite where the rich folk lived.

It was over in less than an hour and I went back to work still wearing my purple uniform. Mac looked up expectantly and Anthony looked on appreciatively. Nice to know somebody is still impressed with me.

“Fucking disaster,” I said. “I drove like mad to the Professor's house, I knocked, and Joe answered the door. 'Partial success with the professor's problem,' he informed me.”

“The Professor can't get it up,” Mac explained to Anthony whose eyes widened.

“ 'It works out that he gets a semi when he's with a student who mostly teases him. So that's a start,' Joe said. 'John …' 'John', I said. 'John Inglis,' Joe said as if everybody knew that. 'John thinks that if we participate this student will be more cooperative. So I was thinking that if you would let me fuck you with the kid watching, it would inspire him to do the same for John.'

“I looked over at John who nodded and said, 'But he's not here yet.' I told him I was a little pressed for time and he said we could get naked and tan our balls in the mean time. So there we were lined up in the sunlight coming through a double door to a porch when the kid arrived.

“ 'Wow,' the kid says checking out the selection. He quickly stripped and held his shorts in front of his cock. 'I like meeting people naked,' he says. 'It saves days of disappointment later.' John says, 'Hollis and Joe, this is …'

“The kid interrupts with, 'Countess Ashby de la Zouch' and pauses for drama. 'That's my drag name,' he says, 'or it would be if I were a drag queen … which I'm not … because how could I hide this?' And he drops the shorts with a gesture like Salome dropping the seventh veil. Joe gasped and the kid smiled simperingly.

“Ok, it was a big cock, but not as big as it looked because the kid was so skinny. Not just skinny but small-boned. He had the body of a ten year-old boy attached to a big, yeah, OK, VERY big cock.”

“ 'Scootch over, John,' he says to the Professor. 'I want to lie next to this cutie,' meaning Joe, who sounds dazed and says, 'I'm Joe, Countess.'

“COUNTESS!!!! I wanted to throw up. I added, 'I'm Hollis.' and the kid sneers, 'Of course you are,' barely looking at me. 'Do you want to hear how I first got fucked?' the kid asks.

“No,” I said.

“ 'It was Thanksgiving of my Freshmen year. I wasn't going home, my parents were on a cruise. The university had all the people who were staying over the holidays move into one dorm to save money, I guess. The very first night the RA, a med student, zeroed in on me. I don't know how he picked me for his victim.'

“Wouldn't be hard to figure that out,” I said.

But that very first night he asked me to his room and said he had a problem maybe I could help with. It concerned giving a rectal exam. 'I just don't know what I'm looking for.' he said. Did I tell you he was a cutie? 'Would you mind if I gave you a rectal exam? Well!!! I hesitated about two seconds before he talked me into it. Things moved quickly after that. Finger in. Dick hard. Fucked. And cream pied. All in about two minutes. Before morning, I was totally fucked.'

“Partially fucked would be just putting the head in?” I tried to sound innocent.

“ 'No, silly. I mean I got fucked in every position imaginable. Up, down, sideways, riding, on the floor. I got a comprehensive fucking. The next night I saw another dude go into his room. I figured I had my one big chance, but the third night he had us both and we had each other. Who's next?'

“Joe spoke up. 'My first was nothing like that. A neighbor pulled my pants down and jacked me off. Time passed and we tried other stuff.'

“ 'Awesome story,' the kid says. 'Joe is getting me interested, how 'bout you Professor John? Any interest?' And he gropes John. 'No, I guess not.' So he half rolls in Joe's direction and says, 'Here, hold this.' I couldn't see exactly what was going on but Joe says, 'What is it?' And the kid says, 'What do you think?' and Joe says in a whisper, 'That's a big dick you have, Grandma.' And he follows up with, 'And getting bigger.' And the kid says, 'Probably not bigger. It doesn't really get much bigger, just harder.'

“ 'And what about this juicy fellow of yours?' the kid asks him. This time I can see and there's a big drop of pre-cum on Joe's tip. The kid licks it off and then licks, not kisses, just licks Joe's lips and says, 'I like to share the sugar.' And Joe is a little astonished but rock hard by now. And the kid proceeds to munch down on Joe.”

“Wow. Did you just sit and watch?” Anthony asked.

“What was I supposed to do? But it didn't end there. I heard a huge intake of breath and aked Joe what was going on. 'He's got a finger in me.' And before he finished the words he whines and wimpers almost like he's coming. And the kid says, 'I knew you'd like that. Guys with sensitive nipples always enjoy the ass-play.' And then the kid gasps. 'What?' Joe and I both asked.

“ 'The professor has got his groove back. He's into me.' And despite the story about the med student turning him into a bitch, the kid actually seems unhappy about getting fucked. So he goes back to work on Joe. At that point I decided fuck it and got dressed. The last thing I heard was the kid laughing and Joe asking what was so funny. 'Watching Hollis trying to stuff his stiffy into those tight purple shorts.'

“I was out of there. I don't know what happened next, but it didn't include me. Fuck it, I'm gonna go home and tan my balls.”

 

[highflyer99]

Totally entertaining, Rory. Thank you.

 

[Kyanimal]

Joe's dad seems to be quite a character. It's also interesting how his mom 'resets'. I'm thinking that could be a big plus. What would concern me is what my 'base point' might turn out to be.

Anthony sure seems to be wanting to get used and abused more than he's been, so far. Maybe Hollis should take him home, to tan his balls, while Joe is still at the professor's ...

Do, please, write ON!

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter 24 - Mac


“Carlos, you home?” I had seen his truck in the parking lot, but he wasn't in the kitchen.

“In here, Maxi,” came his voice from the bedroom.

“Ah, good,” I said as I entered. “What? Are you sick?” He lay in bed with the window shades lowered.

“No, not sick exactly.” As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I noticed the sheet covering him didn't do much to hide his body. “But I need to talk to you and you know we talk best in bed.” He sat up and beckoned me closer. When I got close enough he broke into a grin and pulled me onto the bed. “I can't kiss you if you're not in bed with me.” He proceeded to show me what he could do when I actually was close enough.

There are different ways of kissing. Carlos kisses with firmness, but under that is a hint of vulnerability and invitation. This time the invitation was explicit. “I want to feel you in me,” he whispered and then went back to kissing. “Get naked, Maxi.”

As I stripped I asked him, “Aren't we going to talk? You said we need to.”

“Hurry up,” he pulled on me while I still had underwear on. That dropped to the floor and I clambered in with him. “Mmm, yes,” he said as he pulled my body against his. “We don't need to talk right now, do we?” He ran his tongue over his top lip and I kissed it, sucking it into my mouth. He laughed and squirmed letting his erection spring out, which is not what he usually does if he's going to bottom. “Touch me,” he said. “Touch me everywhere.” He rolled over and backed his butt into me. “Fuck me, Maxi. I've been wanting you all day.” He reached back and maneuvered my cock into the right position. “Don't you want to?” he complained.

“I do. I do. I'm just not ready yet.” He looked at me questioning what I was feeling.

“I know what to do.” He rolled me onto my back and began a very soothing blow job. No urgency, just gentle licking and light sucking. That's what I like. Then he straddled me and sat down on my cock, forcing it into his ass.

“Did you lube up before I got home?”

“It's a porn lesson. A. B. R. Always Be Ready. I'm a quick learner.” He bent forward and kissed me. “Now fuck me.”

I'm a quick learner, too. It was a slow and gentle fuck. Our passion gradually rose. His kisses grew more urgent; he was almost chewing on me. We carefully rolled over to missionary and I fucked him deeper. Slow and deep strokes. His moans became higher pitched. I screwed up my timing and came first. It seemed to be what he expected.

“That's ok, baby. I will come later.” He held me and kissed me more than usual. “After dinner. Yes? You hungry? I am. Eating you is delightful but not filling.”

I listened and marveled. He still had an accent, but his vocabulary and grammar were so much better than when we first started performing for Penwood. And his eyes were sexy, the way he looked at me. “What?” he questioned as I stared at him.

“I hate to say it but I get why you are a big porn hit. You're not pretending, you're a natural at making love.”

“That's 'cause I love you, Maxi. Now get dressed. I'm hungry.” Suddenly he seemed large and in charge. He's smaller than me, but not by much. I guess he's five ten or so and he's got a great build in person; he looks a little heavier in video, but not much.

“Ready?” I said and he hugged me, held me for a bit and then kept an arm around me on as we walked to the door.

“If I weren't so hungry we would have sex again right now.”

“You used the subjunctive; weren't is subjunctive.”

“Yes, teacher. We also have the subjunctive in Spanish. The mood isn't alien. Also we are more definite about time in Spanish. Our verbs are more precise. Now get in the truck before I fuck you in the parking lot.” He would never fuck me in the parking lot, of course; but the idea put some lurid thoughts in my head. I looked at him wondering if he had always been like this, smarter and more assertive than I thought buried under a lack of English.

Over an unrecognizable African stew on top of something like potatoes, he told me he was leaving. “Not forever! Just for a few weeks. Maybe six weeks, if the tour goes well. The studio has booked Roger and me into small town gay bars. It attracts business for the bars and maybe they sell some videos also. It's an experiment – to see if it makes money. We're going to Roanoke first.”

“Just you and Roger?”

“At first. We're their biggest sellers so they want to try the concept with us. We mix and mingle with the crowd, no performance or anything. The studio is paying us and we get a quarter of the money they get from selling our videos.”

“Are you telling me everything?”

“Everything I know, you know, Maxi. You want dessert?” He looked at me as if he wanted me for dessert. “I think they have ice cream.”

They did have ice cream, two scoops coffee and chocolate flavored, that came with something weak and grassy-flavored to drink. All in all, not a bad meal. It was dark when we left and Carlos kissed me in the parking lot. I honest-to-God thought he was going to fuck me right there.

“I'm kind of sorry you stopped,” I told him in his truck. He stopped the truck, put it in park, and pulled me into his arms. “Carlos! People can see us!”

“I'm legally parked,” he said as he undid my belt.

“Seriously, let's go home!”

He kissed me hard. “I know you don't feel the way I do, but I want you to know how much I will miss you.” His hand was on my cock. “You're hard.”

“I always get hard when you do that.”

“I want you to get hard just thinking us about doing this.” We drove home in silence and went into the apartment.

“Would you like some ...” I was going to say tea but he pulled me into the bedroom and took off my clothes. I stood naked in the light from the parking lot

“You have a willing body,” he said. “You respond to my touch.” My cock was hard again as he stroked it. “You seem to like having me here.” He kissed me gently.

“I do like having you here.”

“Then why don't you love me?” He shoved me back onto the bed. “Why don't you love me?” he asked again. He kissed me to keep me from answering. He said no more, but proceeded rapidly to strip and oil his cock. “I want to fuck you.”

“Sure, baby. You know I … UGH!” He skipped the preliminaries and entered me. I was a little worried; he seemed totally different from the cute Carlos I was used to. Once in me he became gentle again. Kisses and coos until I was groaning happily. His pace was steady; I felt my body welcome his thrusts. He picked up the pace slightly.

“I love you, Maxi.” He thrust harder. “Love you … love you,” he echoed with each thrust. “I want you to love me.” Slower but harder thrusts. I could feel the wetness dribbling out of my cock. I pulled him against me. I didn't need words. My body said fuck me. And he did. Slow hard pounding. I tried to kiss him but he pulled away. “Love me, Mac!” He never called me Mac. “Love me!” I totally lost it and started coming.

“Don't stop! Keep fuckin' me!” I clutched at him desperate for his cock.

“Love me!” he repeated over and over as he came, slamming into me.”Love me!”

The sex was draining, both of us lay motionless. I'm not sure I've ever felt better. “Carlos, I think that was the best sex I've ever had,” I told him.

“It's like that for me every night,” he said. “I love you.” I tried to say more but he shushed me. “Go to sleep, Mac.” I kissed his shoulder and relaxed.

I woke with a start in the early light and he was gone. I got up and looked in the half empty closet I had shared with him. All that was left was his winter coat. I touched it and felt the first ache of emptiness.

“You look like a truck hit you,” Euie said as he cut up his morning pain au chocolat. “You want some?”

“I miss Carlos.”

“What? I saw him yesterday.”

“Morning Anthony,” I said to young Mr. Forza then turned back to Euie. “And now he's gone. Six weeks, he said.” I explained about the tour.

“I would love to do that!” Anthony smiled dreamily into the morning light. “Six weeks of being loved by the public. And maybe loved a little by the hottest guy in Roanoke, and then Bristol, and then Johnson City, Knoxville, Asheville, High Point, ...”

“Alright, Anthony! He said there wouldn't be any of that stuff. Just meet and mingle and sell some videos.”

“And you believed him?”

“Of course I believed him!” I sipped my coffee and said to Euie, “Just a small bite.” I slowly chewed the pain and an explosion of chocolate filled my mouth. “My GOD this thing is good!”

“Have some more,” Euie urged.

I turned back to Anthony. “Yes, I believed Carlos. He said that was the studio plan. But do I believe the studio? Now I'm worried. Human trafficking? All that kind of stuff?”

“A few bucks for a few fucks, Mac. Don't overdramatize.”

“You know, you can be a real asshole, Anthony.”

“That's why George pays me the big bucks.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Richard said as he swept in. “How much is fuckin' you worth, Tony?”

“Jokin', Richard. The fuckin' is free.”

“Well, I'd like y'all to know I sold three contracts for Hollis's rotten apples, or whatever he's callin' them. And a few Christmas trees besides. Fuckin' Hollis! Who knew he had it in him? I think this apple business is actually going to work. So you are forgiven, Anthony, and I'll take the fuck at quitting time.”

“Yes, sir!” Anthony said to Richard's back as he walked into George's office. “Brightwater! I'm fuckin' your boy!” Richard called out.

“What? I was kidding!” Anthony had a definite look of panic.

“So was Richard,” Euie said. “George isn't here yet.”

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for another great chapter.

 

[highflyer99]

Damn! This is so entertaining. Thanks Rory.

 

[Kyanimal]

I want you to get hard just thinking us about doing this.

Well ... Reading about it works, too!

“Yes, sir!” Anthony said to Richard's back as he walked into George's office.

“Brightwater! I'm fuckin' your boy!” Richard called out.

“What? I was kidding!” Anthony had a definite look of panic.

“So was Richard,” Euie said. “George isn't here yet.”

HA!

MORE Please!
Chaz

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Twenty-Five - Anthony


I got back to my dorm room in my usual crazy-horny state. I don't know how much longer I can stand working at Middleburg Investments. Every guy there is a ten. I would so let any one of them do whatever he wanted to me. Well, on second thought, maybe Richard is a nine; but still I'd do anything he wanted. If he hadn't been joking about fuckin' me, I'd be with him right now. Me doing stuff to him. Him doing stuff to me. I was hard all the time Mac was telling the story of Carlos leaving him, especially the part when Carlos nailed his ass eight different ways. I'd probably faint if I ever meet Carlos after hearing so much about him. And then when I was leaving, I saw Euie and his big blond friend sitting on their front porch making out. Okay, not making out; just one kissEuie is definitely my favorite. Knees go weak, dick starts leakin', I have a hard time even talking to him. The boy friend is hot, too. Imagine a threesome with those two. Yeah, I'm getting fucked. All night. I wonder if I could take both of them at once. I'd be willing to try, if they would ever consider a three-way.

I stripped to my shorts and looked at myself in the mirror. I'm a little skinny. I make a quarter turn and keep looking. I still have a teenage build with lean straight lines. Except my butt. Which is pretty nice. It even turns me on. I slide the shorts down until half my ass is hanging out. Yeah, my ass is my best feature, for sure. I would fuck me if I could. I turn back facing the mirror. My dick is like ninety percent hard. I close my eyes and give it a little tug. Why do I have such a hard time hooking up? Like Matt says, “Lower your standards and up your numbers.”

“Whoa! What's this!!!” God damn Matt. He's always catching me. “Look at this piece of meat!!!” He tossed his books on his bed and grabbed me from behind. He loosed into the mirror over my shoulder and said, “Just what the doctor ordered!” as he banged his body up against me.

I felt his dick pressing against my butt. “You're not wearing underwear.”

“Too confining. Little Matt likes to roam free.” He ground his pelvis into me and nibbled on my neck. I resisted but his grip on me just tightened.

“Is this gonna be another fucking rape session?”

“Just a fucking session. When have I ever raped you? You have always been totally willing after a little initial reluctance.”

I could feel him wiggling out of his shorts; one hand pulling down the shorts, one hand holding me. He's right. I never initiated anything, but I was always willing to let him overpower me without much of a fight. Besides how can I call it rape when he's the one who likes to get fucked? He always comes while I'm fucking him, with one odd wrinkle. He has got to fuck me first.

Next I'm on the bed; he's naked and smelling a little of the warm weather. The reluctance is all in my head. My body welcomes him, returns his kisses, caresses his butt. He's good looking in a repulsive way. A little, I don't know, greasy somehow; deep fried when you want a sauté. I concentrate on his eyes, his best feature. I watch his pleasure as he penetrates me. He's careful and he's pretty good at it. My resistance fades and I'm into it. I close my eyes and pretend he's Euie. I groan. “See, you like it!” he says. And I do.

“I'm close; so close,” he pulls out and rolls over. “Fuck me. Hurry ! Hurry!” And I do. And we come. And it's pretty fabulous sex. Just like every time since he taught me how to be a good fuck.

“You know,” he says, “we should be boyfriends. We could do this every night instead of just when you get so horny you're about to explode. It's great sex.” I consider his words and caress his ass. He has a great ass. Soft, a little fuzzy, and firm. I absent-mindedly stroke him like a pet dog. He kisses me; I kiss him back. “It doesn't have to stop; we could do this again after dinner.” He sees my face. “Don't say no, Anthony, just let it happen. Tonight, at least. Ok?”

So I let it happen. And it happened again exactly the same way. I slept in Matt's bed; most of the night his arms were around me. I stroked the warmth of his ass. It disturbed his sleep. He groaned and kissed me. “Not now, baby, ok?” He went back to sleep and I stayed awake. It should have been a great night but it wasn't. I never really got much sleep. And then just as I was falling asleep, I felt his dick rubbing up against me.

“You awake?” he asked.

“I am now,” I answered.

“Good.” He pulled me against his body. “How about some beautiful morning sex to follow our beautiful nighttime sex which followed our beautiful afternoon sex?” My erect cock totally betrayed my uneager response. “This little beauty says yes,” he countered as he slowly stroked my hardness. I knew I'd give in, give out, give up. In five minutes he was in me, slowly pumping, nibbling on my neck, stroking my cock. I was ready to shift places, the way we always did; but he surprised me. He started fucking me harder. Pushing all the way in and pulling almost all the way out. He was relentless, grinding into me hitting me hust right. I could hear the wetness of my cock as he stroked it and then suddenly, with almost no warning, I erupted. I kept cumming and he kept fucking. “Baby!” he gasped and came in me.

What a mess. He just laughed. “It's your bed that all cum covered,” I pointed out.

“It'll dry. And we can add some more to it tonight. Anthony, we can do this every night. No more furtive groping.” His hand held my shoulder in an easy familiar way. It felt almost good.

“Furtive groping?” I asked.

“Yeah. That bunch of trees between the fieldhouse and the big parking lot is a hotbed of furtive groping at night. Nameless bodies; anonymous sex. It's not the best but every now and then you hit the jackpot.”

“Define jackpot.”

“Chris Boyle.”

“He's gay? Really?” Matt had just outed the vice-president of the student body and a major hunk.

“I don't know if he's gay, but he likes a blowjob.”




“No shit … Well, I can't tonight,” I told him. “I'm going for a beer after work and you know how those things turn out. I have no idea when I'll get back.”

“What if I join you?”

“Mmm. No, I don't think so. I mean, it's just the guys at work; but I don't know if they like drop-ins.”

“Where you going?”

“It's called Rascals, about a mile south of Warrenton on US 15. Nothin' special; just an office get-together. You don't even like beer.”

“I learned to like cum; I could work on the beer thing.”

“Matt, don't make this hard.”

“But we are so good together. You know we are. We're a prefect match in bed.”

I just looked at him and headed for the shower. As it was I got to work a little later than my usual arrival. Euie had already finished his coffee and gone to a meeting. I missed his morning company. Mac was his usual self: observant, but not critical.

“Late night, Anthony? You look a little ...”

“Yeah, not much sleep. I could take my coffee intravenously today.”

Hollis came in even later than me. He looked like his normal self, but he was obviously irritated by something. It didn't take long to find out. “Joe got it on with the Countess again,” he said to no one in particular and then resumed his silence. It took a while for more. “Inglis called and said he needed help. I said that we had done all we could but Joe, empathetic Joe, said he'd help. Ok, so he helped; but did he have to tell me all about it afterward?” Another stretch of silence. “With effort they got what Inglis into what our esteemed professor calls an erection.”

“Esteemed professor?” Mac questioned. “This is sounding like a Victorian bodice-ripper. Or should I say jock-ripper?”

“What excites Inglis apparently is seeing the Countess fuck Joe. Joe gets fucked, and while that's going on the Countress gets fucked, and if it lasts long enough Inglis gets off. Maybe virtual reality will eliminate thsi kind of bullshit! I wish I had a shot of tequila right now.” Hollis lost track of this thread and quietly added, “Wow! Fucking Richard has sold four more apple future contracts.”

“See? You're a genius, Hollis,” Mac was always encouraging, except this time he had a good reason. The company got eight percent of every $20,000 contract. “And you all it all to your dad, the apple part, I mean.”

Then Hollis listened to his phone messages. “Whoa!!!” he said and stood up.

You know how when some guys stand up it looks like they have maybe a little hardon hiding in their pants. Hollis often looked like that when he stood up from his desk. I couldn't take my eyes away. I could almost see his penis. I could pretend I could; that wasn't hurting anybody. I'm ninety percent sure he's cut and thick.

“Ruslan's father wants to talk to me. What can that be about?” A suddenly smiling Hollis did a fist pump. Hollis returned the call and had a quiet conversation Mac and I tried not to overhear. When it concluded, Hollis said, “I won't be at the bar after work. Mr. Cole want to talk about a deal. What kind of deal? I have no idea.”

“Didn't you ask him?

“That was his secretary. She didn't know.” Hollis busied himself with some paperwork. “Apples, apples, apples ...” he muttered and then began humming a sweet song.

“Evergreen. I didn't know you liked that.”

“No it isn't. Evergreen is some crap by Barbra Streisand.”

“No that's the other Evergreen, the dirgey one. You're humming the Westlife Evergreen.”

“West who?” Hollis frowned.

“Irish boy band from fifteen- twenty years ago. Really cute. Good singers, three of them, anyway. The other two were just fucking gorgeous. I used to jack off watching their videos.”

“So did I,” I could feel my blush.

“Why, Anthony!” Mac smiled. “You're gonna like Rascals. Lots of hunky straight guys.”

 

[Kyanimal]

Irish boy band from fifteen- twenty years ago. Really cute. Good singers, three of them, anyway. The other two were just fucking gorgeous. I used to jack off watching their videos.

SO ... I had to look 'em up!

And ... Yeah!