Four Miles and Counting

[EasyRory]

Chapter Ten


“I think we should aim younger than what the guys across the bay do. We don't want anybody trying to kneecap us right at the start.” Cal's reference to the DeBartolo training camp operation was semi-serious, even if the knee-capping would only be financial.

“High school … You're right; that's the sweet spot,” Bull answered. “Younger than that is all Daddy's ego pushing hopeless twelve-year-olds. Older than that and we would need facilities, a major investment.” Cal paid close attention to Bull's comment. “What are you looking at? I was a marketing major at Georgia. Some shit rubbed off in four years.”

“I … er … sure. They always said you were smart. I never meant to patronize you.”

“Plus I'm black. That gives you entree to some places you couldn't go otherwise, right?”

“I called you because you're local and I heard you might be available.” Cal said.

“Yeah, but the other stuff doesn't hurt, right? We need to be honest with each other. You come with advantages, too.”

“Ok, then,” Cal said. “To be honest, I need the money and you don't. That's going to make our business approach different.”

“Money is the way to keeping score, and I always play to win, Cal. If we do this, I will be as into it as you or anybody else we bring in.”

“Disadvantages: One, I'm gay and I don't try to hide it.”

“Two, I had that drug problem and I can't hide it,” Bull countered.

Three, I was forced to resign from Alameda High and everybody knows it.”

“Four, I was in the tabloids a lot after I quit.”

“Five.” Larry arrived with two more cold ones. “Fuck the disadvantages. You're both great successes and everybody knows that, too.”

“Are you gonna kiss him or should I?” Bull asked. Cal gave Larry a peck on the cheek and a smile while Bull watched. “That wasn't so bad. I can handle seeing that now and then,” Bull said.

“You'll never see it in public,” Cal stated.

“So I'm in,” Bull offered his hand on the deal.

“Fifty-fifty,” Cal answered, taking the offered hand.

“No, eighty point one for you and nineteen point nine for me, but I'll put some cash in that can convert to even ownership. My lawyer and accountant don't want me to have to consolidate and earnings or losses. Don't ask me why.”

“Asians,” Larry questioned.

Cal and Bull looked at each other and echoed, “Asians.”

“Lots of 'em around,” Larry added. “A door you don't want to leave closed.”

“There was that Vietnamese guy who played for Dallas ...” Cal recalled. “I wonder where he lives.”

“I'll track him down through the Players Association,” Bull committed. “It's a big potential market around here.”

They finished their beers and Bull got up to leave. Cal got very serious again. “Bull, the gay thing IS a big deal. The three of us may be able to ignore it, but lots of people won't.” Cal put his arm around Larry's shoulders. “I'm not giving this guy up. Are you sure you want to take that on? You're risking some money here.”

“Not very much, and I like our chances.”

Cal knew there would be no more discussions of the 'gay thing' with Bull.




Finn lay on his bed, staring at some shadows on the ceiling. For some reason he thought they always looked like cactuses in the afternoon light. Today he thought one looked a lot like Long's cock. He felt a stirring in his loins. If Long had stayed we could have messed around some more, he thought. Man, he licked my nipple. I never expected that. First I felt his breath on my chest and then his tongue. The two of us lying together like that. Touching in so many places. Finn's hand, the one that wasn't squeezing his cock, traced his chest muscles. He felt his nipples under the thin jersey of his t-shirt. Hard points formed under his fingers. It almost felt like he kissed my neck. He must have had my cum in his mouth when he did that. Finn's cock ached as he replayed the scene in his head.

He heard a door slam. His mother knocked on his door as she went past. “Dinner in about a half hour,” she called out. Raising five sons had taught her not to open any bedroom doors without warning the occupants.

“Ok, Mom.”

The erotic portion of Finn's daydreaming was shattered. His soul-searching continued. We're gay, he labeled himself and Long. Gay guys. What else can you call it? Cock-sucking. He recoiled at the term, but what else can you call it. Pleasuring each other orally. Bullshit. We're cock-suckers and maybe more. We're gay. He fuckin' kissed me … sort of. I liked it. I liked it better than anything else I've ever done. We're homo-fucking-sexual. Fucking ... Fucking??? Are we gonna do that? Finn had seen some pictures of the act but had no idea how it was actually done. He heard his father's car drive into the garage and the low rumble of his hello in the kitchen. Homo-fucking-sexual. He tried to picture his father's reaction. No image came to mind. I've pretty much only given him good news before. Mmm, there was that fender-bender I had with his car when it was new. He took that pretty well.

“Dinner!” came the call. Finn dabbed at his jeans. He could see a little dark spot right where his cockhead lay. He rearranged his cock so it was minimized and went to the table planning just to eat and be done with it. But there was one question he wanted to ask.

“What made you decide to have me circumcised?” Finn asked his parents. Finn's dad's mouth fell open and Finn's mom laughed. “I'm serious,” Finn added, biting into a drumstick.

“The doctor treated it as part of the birth process. It wasn't a choice, exactly. All you boys are circumcised,” Finn's dad explained.

“Your uncle Jerome isn't,” Finn's mom said. “Your father said that's what made him gay.” She treated it as a joke and laughed.

“Uncle Romey's gay?” Finn's look said he had no previous clue about his mother's younger brother.

“Oh … well, I guess you're old enough to know. Yes, he is.” Honesty was Finn's mom's policy.

“Why? It shouldn't really matter to you.” Finn's dad added.

“Kind of it does … you see … um … I think I might be gay.” Two forks dropped into plates while Finn held his between thumb and forefinger and carefully studied the incising on the silver handle.

“You're not joking, are you?” In every circumstance mothers will always hold out hope. Finn's silence answered her. “Don't commit yourself, Finnie. This might just be a phase. You could have a change of heart.”

“I think I'm gay,” Finn announced with finality.

“Maybe you could chose to try something else,” Finn's dad suggested. He sounded as if he knew that was futile.

“It's not really a choice,” Finn answered.

“That's what Romey said. Those exact words.” Finn's mom sniffled a little.

“Now what?” Finn asked his dad.

“That's up to you not me.”

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry to disappoint you.” Finn blinked trying to keep his eyes dry.

“I hope you don't disappoint yourself. Let's let the subject rest for now. We can talk later. Do I smell cobbler?”

“We can't just sweep it under the rug.” Finn's mom dabbed at her eyes..

“I hope not. We'd never get rid of the ants.” Finn looked up at his father in surprise and got a wink and a smile in return.




Darren waited in the school parking lot, feeling horny enough to want to wait for Joanne and Peter. He spotted their car and waited on a walk where they would have to pass. He leaned back against a swagged chain barrier along the walk and enjoyed the late afternoon sun. The sun's warmth penetrated his jeans, adding to his horniness. He could feel his cock chub up within the confines of the denim. So far he had not encountered any philosophical discussion of horniness. How much of it was physical? Just an accretion of hormones? How much mental? Based on reality or fantasy? Some answers would be useful.

Ah, here they come, Darren thought. Joanne smiled and said hello while Peter, looking impatient, stood slightly back and said nothing. “I was wondering if you guys might want to get some food?” Darren proposed. His suggestion was pretty obviously for sex not food.

Joanne was about to answer when Peter stepped forward and bluntly answered. “I ain't gay. We're not interested.” He intended the comment to end the conversation. Darren shifted his stance to emphasize the bulge in his jeans.

“Nietzsche would say that's perspectival and possible wrong.” Darren lowered his hand and slowly squeezed his bulge. Peter stared raptly with his mouth slightly open. Darren cleared his throat and Peter looked up, knowing he had been caught. “See what I mean?” Darren teased.

“Fuck Nietzsche … and fuck you!” Peter stalked off to the car. Joanne gave Darren a kiss on the cheek and a whispered apology before following her brother. Darren watched Peter peel away, stall the car, and jerk to a stop. The engine roared back to life and with another squeal the car drove away.

“That's no way to treat a nice set of wheels.” Darren turned and smiled at the student who was watching the car leave the lot. “Do you know them well?” he asked, looking back at Darren.

“Some ...”

“They have a juicy rep here,” the student said.

“I guess ...” Darren answered.

“Wouldn't mind being a notch on their bedpost.”

“Been on a roller coaster?” Darren asked. “It's fun but it doesn't last long.”

“So ...uh … you planning on fuckin' Nietzsche?”

“He's dead.”

“Is that your only objection? 'Cause, I'm not dead … and I live in that dorm over there ...”

“Casual meaningless sex?”

“That's the best kind.”

Darren took a careful look at the young man and couldn't find any reason to say no. A few minutes later, they were at the awkward point of being in a bedroom, intent on sex, and not knowing quite where to start. Darren opened the top couple of buttons on his shirt.

“Wait, let me,” the student said. He undid the rest of the buttons and spread open the shirt, putting his hands gently on Darren's pecs.

“I'm Darren.”

“I know,” the student said. He leaned forward and licked a nipple. “You're Darren.” His hands began opening Darren's jeans. “And you're hot.” He spread the fly and reached into Darren's boxers. “And your cock is just what I hoped it would be.” The student turned away and began undressing. “There's lube and a condom in that drawer next to the bed. You do want to fuck me, right?”

“What do you think?”

The kid turned and saw Darren greasing up his sheathed cock. “Aww … I wanted to see it first.”

“You can see it second.” Darren reached for the kid and moved to kiss him, but the kid pulled away and knelt on all fours on the bed.

“Casual meaningless sex. Isn't that what we agreed? Just start slow, ok? 'Til I get used to that thing.” He wiggled a small but well-cushioned ass in invitation and Darren didn't need any further prompting. “Ok, ok, slow … Let me back up onto it ...” The kid was taking deep breaths and controlling the pace. “Oh man … Oh, shit … Easy … Don't push yet.”

Darren watched the kid push slowly back. His ass looked so small to be taking a cock. He could see the darker skin of the asshole go in an out, gripping his cock tightly as the kid began little back and forth motions.

“More lube ...” the kid requested.

Darren squeezed a generous amount onto his shaft as the kid's forward motion exposed it. He held the kid's cheeks apart as he pushed back again and watched the stretched hole envelop the slickness. “Ahhh ...” the kid sighed as he moved forward again. Then a rush of breath as he pushed back taking it all for the first time. “Yes!” he called out on the forward stroke and “Yes,” again as he pushed back. Then Darren took over using hip thrusts and a side-to-side angling motion until he heard a steady cooing from his host. He went a little faster.

“No … keep it slow … yeah … just like that … keep doing that.” Soon the repeated stroking had the kid purring with contentment. “Oh, fuck me … keep doing that … mmmm, yeah … now go a little faster ...” Soon the moans got louder. “Oh, Darren … sweet ...” The kid folded his hands together and dropped to elbows and knees as the motion continued. Then, “Oh … yeah ... yeah, YEAH! ...FUCK! ...KEEP FUCKIN' ME … DON”T STOP! ….AAAAH! …. DON”T STOP ...” The kid was sobbing with pleasure. “NO! DON'T PULL OUT!” He got it together a little. “Don't pull out … stay in me … slowly ...” With a few contortions he rolled over to missionary position and smiled upward. “Now you … your turn ...fuck me ...”

Darren only stepped up the pace a little before he came. The kid pulsed his asshole in some way that extended the pleasure. Then when it was over the kid pulled him into a gentle, no-tongue kiss. “There … that was great ...”

Darren looked down at his wiped-out partner and saw a face swollen and dark with the flush of sex. “I like a bossy bottom. That way I know I'm doing it right.”

That got him another, longer kiss. “Doing it right! Oh, man … you sure did. I barely touched myself when I came. It was all you … almost.”

“So pretty good, you're saying, for casual meaningless stuff?” Another kiss. “I take that as a yes. How'd you know my name, anyway? Are you in one of my classes?”

Before the kid could answer there was a banging on the door … “Open up, Jeff. I got homework to do.”

Darren told the kid to wait but he went to the door in a towel and let his roommate in. The roommate spotted Darren and recognized him. “Alright!” He high-fived the kid and said, “You got with your dreamguy?”

“Dreamguy?” Darren hurried into his clothes.

“Oh, yeah, Mr. Darren Dreamguy. That's what he calls you … doesn't know your last name … but have a look.” The roommate started a slide show on a laptop. It was a bunch of porn shots with Darren's face and the kid's crudely overlaid onto the xxx-rated models.

“I saw you at a fashion show and took some pictures … You mind?” It was too late to stop the display.

“I wasn't doing anything like that in the show.” Darren pointed to one of the pictures as he watched the slide show. “Those are terrible fakes. I hope you're not an art major.”

“You don't mind?” The kid sounded majorly relieved.

Darren paused to make the kid sweat a little. He looked at him as if he was considering hitting him. “My last name is Alvintzi.”

The roommate butted in without hesitation. “His is Kevin Collier and mine is Jeff Lorkowski. Do you want to stay? I've got some beer.” Jeff held up a paper bag he was carrying.

“Kevin and Jeff ...” Darren mused. “Have you two tried anything ...” He pointed from one roommate to the other. “... together?”

“No, not really. Yeah, well, maybe a little, but nnn, nothing serious,” Jeff answered.

“We like the same thing, so ...” Kevin said. Darren looked to Jeff and he shook his head in agreement. “Us together ... it's kinda like masturbating,” Jeff added and then continued, “You fucked him, Darren? Oh man, I been so thinking about that ...”

“Fuckin' him? Fuckin' you? What?” Darren was chuckling as he asked the questions; Jeff was so excited he couldn't keep his hand off his cock. He absentmindedly kept squeezing himself.

“Oh, shit … would you? I'm mean, do you want to? When?” It was Roommate Jeff talking again.

“What about you, Kevin?” Darren asked the young man he met in the parking lot. “You started all this. Casual meaningless sex, right?”

“You can fuck Jeff if you want. It's up to you. He'd like it.” In the background Jeff hissed yes and did a fist pump.

“Casual ….” Darren began.

“Maybe not so meaningless,” Kevin finished. “I kinda felt there was a connection, you know?”

“All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.”

“You're quoting somebody,” Jeff interjected.

“Nietzsche,” Darren answered. “I'm walkin.” Both roommates looked disappointed as Darren left.

Before the door was closed, Darren heard Jeff's voice, “Him and you? Dude! He really fucked you? Details, man! Details! How big is it?”

Darren walked only as far as the parking lot. Driving back to Alameda, he saw two guys in a Benz. The driver reminded him of Morrie, and the passenger brought back memories his rent-boy days with Morrie. And Nicky, of course ... Nicky smiled and stayed away, stayed in the next room like always, keeping his mouth shut while Darren earned the Audi he was driving. Earned it the hard way, people say, but it wasn't that hard, Darren told himself. But Nicky hated it.

My being with Morrie hurt Nicky every time; it just shredded him, Darren remembered, but Nicky pretended it was just business . But that was when he loved me, Darren thought. Nicky, who had done it all himself and maybe more, was so innocent. He was so innocent when he loved me, no matter what his life had been before. He tried so hard. He loved me totally, he held nothing back. We almost made it. Except he wanted to live in New York. And I wanted to live in Alameda. What a stupid fucking reason to break up! I could have tried New York. I could have tried, at least.

He parked on San Antonio in front of his house. He pulled out his phone and took a deep breath. He punched in the numbers 1-212-6 … and he punched off. I can't, he decided.

Then Darren thought back to Nicky's little house in Rockaway. The place was creepy. Not just the house, the area, Brooklyn, the subway, the weather, the food, the whole damn city. I hate New York, he thought - as much as Nicky hated San Francisco. We couldn't work it out, and it seemed so important. Now it seems idiotic. We could have compromised on … Kansas City or something? Darren sighed, trying to loosen the constriction in his chest. I still love him. It doesn't hurt so much now, but I still love him.

1-212-637-44 … He punched off again. And now! Darren pounded his hands on the steering wheel. I'm thinking about messing with two flakey roommates! Why would I do ANYTHING with them?

He could see his landladies sipping their nightly schnapps inside. He couldn't talk privately in the house. He punched in the numbers again and the voice came almost immediately.

“Darren? Hey! What's up?” Nicky hadn't let the phone ring twice.

“Uh … I found a box of your stuff. It doesn't look like much. Bank statements, some old bills, a couple of paperbacks. You want me to send it to you?”

“Probably not worth it. Just throw it away, I guess. How are you doin'?”

“Good. Some runway stuff. Some software stuff. No Morrie stuff, though.” Darren tried to sound breezy.

“I'll tell him,” Nicky matched Darren's tone. “Um … you know what? We're going to China to look at some import samples … and we're gonna be in San Francisco overnight. Do you want to get together maybe?”

“When?” Darren held his breath.

“The nineteenth.”

Darren calculated. “Yeah, the nine … oh … shit … I'll be in Belgium.” A conversation killer.

“Yeah, well … maybe another time, ok?”

“Yeah. Sure.” The connection went dead. “I love you, Nicky,” Darren said to the shiny black surface of the phone. He saw a light go on in his brother's kitchen.

All right, Darren. Square away. Deep breaths. Smile. He walked next door and up the path to his brother's door. Bigger smile, he told himself and entered. “Z, what heard from Andrew? Any work?”

“Yes! Some guy named Adan called. Works for Andrew, I guess. A week from today. Friday. In Contra Costa.”

“Z ... I'll be in Belgium!” Darren watched Z's face fall; he knew how much Z wanted the job. “I know, maybe Heiko could do it.”

A quick call got different response. “Maybe Wolf could do it,” Heiko suggested.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
So, it looks like Football Camp is a go, with active participation and all "downsides" soundly bullshitted. Looking forward to seeing how they do.

Finn - it looks like his folks are going to be better than he could have hoped about his confession. His dad sounds like he has a lot of wisdom in his head - the biggest concern being that Finn not be disappointed in himself.

And, Darren certainly made Kevin's month - and Jeff's by the time they're done talking, lol.

And, you reintroduce some missing persons and relationship feelings. And introduce opportunities and conflicts.

Nobody ever said life was easy.

Thanks, Rory!

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Eleven


A high school senior. Popularity. On the varsity team. An almost assured future. Not a worry in the world. That's as close to invincibility as it gets at eighteen. It all ended in a combined two hours, the duration of a boring graduation ceremony and the admission of homosexuality.

This end was not immediately perceived - life went on for Finn - but there were clues that something had changed. On Wednesday night, as half the newly graduated class, the popular half, enjoyed some unknown chef's version of an Italian dinner at LaValle's in Harbor Bay, Finn watched Dave Miller walk up to a microphone to give a toast and noted that Dave had a cute ass. He blushed so much at that idea that his date asked if he was going to be sick.

“I never trusted the cooking here, Finn,” she said leaning forward. “Beyond the veggie pizza lies terra incognita.” She took a deep breath which strained the front of her dress attractively; letting the breath out again gave her date a glimpse of the soft valley between her breasts. This sinuous maneuver was ended by a sudden premonition of Finn vomitting LaValle's lasagna into her cleavage and she drew back.

Finn had previously enjoyed Raelle's occasional displays of flesh and high school erudition. Now it seemed juvenile. He knew what terra incognita meant; he had no idea what being gay meant and Dave Miller's ass made that a pressing issue. Nothing seemed to go as he envisioned it. After the amazingly easy dinner conversation with his parents, Finn's get-together with Long the next day had been a disaster.

It started out hot. Long was barely into Finn's bedroom before he was out of his clothes and pulling at Finn's. “Come on. Hurry up. We can mess around before practice,” Long urged.

They stood stroking each other briefly. Long came quickly, catching his cum in his hand. “Man, I needed that.” He washed his hands in the bathroom and promised, “Your turn after practice.”

After practice he kept his word. He stroked Finn in the shower and then, as soon as they got dry, he knelt and gave him a slow blow. There was nothing rushed about it. Licks and sucks, ball play, a little ass play – Long left out nothing. “Want to lie down? It'll be easier,” he suggested. Once they were on the bed, he resumed with Finn's nipples and worked his way down. Finn came explosively and Long swallowed his load. They lay together when it was over, touching the length of their bodies. Long's lips rested against Finn's upper bicep. It wasn't a smoochy kiss, but it was a kiss. His cock lay hard resting on Finn's thigh.

“Long … you think we should try something else?” Finn asked.

Mmm? What?”

“What about maybe fucking? Have you ever done that?”

“Fucking? I'm not gay,” Long exclaimed abruptly.

“You just sucked my cock. I can smell my cum on your breath. What do you call that?”

“I'm not gay, dude. You have me all wrong.” Long was off the bed at once and looking for his clothes. “I thought we were just two guys helping each other out. And you think … I'm NOT gay! You got that?. Man, I don't know what you were thinking.”

Long had a time of it stuffing his erection into his jeans. It was a painful process as he hurried into enough clothes for the walk to his car.

With that hasty exit, Finn's sex life had come to a halt. Now he considered the possibility of what to do with Raelle. He had enjoyed the sight and touch of her beauty, but they had never gone the distance; but they had an long understanding that this could be the night. Two weeks ago he would have been searching for a reason to leave with her. Tonight, he wondered what was on the dessert menu. Canoli? Or Raelle?

They went to Dave's house. It was a monster on Seaview, with a spectacular view of the city across the bay. The family room was huge. The music was cool. The lights were out. And three couples made varying kinds of love. It sounded like the first time for two of them. Dave and his girl were veterans. The third guy, a neighbor of Dave's that Finn barely knew, and his girl were going at it like beginners with a set of Chinese instructions as their guide. Finn and Rayleen were somewhere in between; the sex went smoothly enough; the hard part was figuring out whether they enjoyed it or not.

“That was nice,” Raelle said without enthusiasm. She groped around a bit wondering how her diaphragm had survived its christening.

“It was,” Finn agreed. “I bet it gets better with practice,” he suggested, knowing it had been a lot better with Long. He looked for a place to deposit his used condom and couldn't find one..

Forty minutes after they got to Dave's, they moved to the outdoor jacuzzi, relaxing and talking about what September would mean. Slightly before midnight, Dave's parents got home and pretended not to notice the nudity. “Did you have a good night, kids? Well, we're going to bed now,” Dave's dad called out, carefully looking only at the lights of the city.

'Fucked Raelle - check.' It seemed like an item on a list, Finn thought ... And I'm still gay ... And Dave has an amazing ass but a less amazing dick, now that I'm paying attention.




“This thing? You want me to wear this thing?” Asher was not happy with Nordstrom's idea of a show opener.

“Just put it on, if you want to get paid,” Z counseled.

“Easy for you, Z … You're wearing a tuxedo. Wolf is wearing a sport coat. I'm the one wearing the mankini!”

“It's not a mankini,” a fussy assistant store manager insisted. “It's lounge wear. It's got legs … and arms. We want to preview the range of garments in the show.”

“It's so tight in the crotch,” Asher whined. “It shows everything.”

“He's right, Norbert,” Z said to the assistant manager. “That isn't the look you want. Not in Walnut Creek.”

“All right. Cover it with a bathrobe. But open the robe for the turns.” Norbert eyed the reason for Asher's complaint and decided Asher was right. That was one big cock for such a slim kid, he thought.

Wolf ignored the discussion and rehearsed his walk. Two-thirds of the way around at a quick pace … back to the first X … turn slowly … look at the audience … walk back to the second X … turn again … and walk off … Norbert had approved of Wolf based on a fake resume Andrew had prepared. Now all he had to do was walk. The walk was not as easy as it sounded. He had to look good and make the clothes look better. Wolf's naturally smooth and athletic manner went to pieces as soon as he concentrated on it. “Das wird eine Katastrophe sein,“ he muttered.

Z didn't need a translation. “Don't worry, Wolf. It'll be fine. No catastrophes allowed tonight.”

The lights went down; the music began; and everything went right. They got to the athletic wear portion of the show and were only planning to wear two changes of board shorts and then a sweat suit. As Wolf was about to go out, Norbert handed him a placard that read Converse. “Put this on the easel over the Facconable sign as you go out.”

The Converse sign made something click in the audience's collective mind. “Is Converse the gypsy's name? Can I get my fortune told?” called out a voice in the crowd. There was a buzz. “It's the sign guy!” “The one from Union Square!” “I saw him at the Civic Center.” “I saw him on TV!” “Where's the gypsy?”

The kidding was good natured and Wolf got warm applause and a few calls of “Lookin' good!” as he made his rounds on the runway. People crowded up after the show was over. Andrew listened to the chatter. “Isn't that accent dreamy?” “I thought my ovaries would explode.” “Wolf! His name is Wolf!” sighed another holding an autograph to her breast.

Andrew quickly phoned his video capture to a couple of TV stations and smiled as he watched the girls crowd around Wolf. And then he called Seth. “You might want to record the local news. Weren't you talking about some guy advertising a fortune teller? Guess what? We own him. Asher's big dong is so yesterday.” Andrew was premature on that one point.

Asher watched the audience gravitate to Wolf and missed the attention. He calculated his response while returning to the changing area. He got out of the sweat suit and look around. “Norbert? Do you have a minute?” With Asher wearing only tight briefs, Norbert would have given him days if he asked. “Norbert, you're in the business. Do you think these are the right size? For a guy with my problem, I mean. See how tight they get right here?”

“They look ok to me ...” Norbert was drooling.

“This part cuts into me. Can you feel right here?”

Norbert resisted the impulse. “Try this pair … they're cut looser. Keep 'em if you like 'em.”

Asher immediately began changing underwear. Norbert turned to go but couldn't take his eyes off Asher's feature attraction once it was out in the open. He tripped and brought the curtain wall down. The sudden exposure could not be blamed on Asher; but he probably showed off too long in shocked poses as camera-phones flashed. His display could have been called overlong by skeptics but within hours it restored his Internet celebrity and that was what he wanted. He knew he would have to put up with his mother's endless complaints of being shamed again, but it would be worth it. He liked being talked about as much as he liked being looked at. The people who called him a freak were just jealous. They can suck my dick, he thought.

Andrew watched in contentment. Perfect, he thought, and nobody came touch me on this one. He punched a number into his phone. “Nate, Nordstrom has aced Macy's again. You want to rebook my guys?”




“The contract should be in the person's legal name, although if the stage name is registered as a trade name, that would work.”

“Both contracts are in stage names, unregistered, as far as I know,” Seth said. He was glad the lawyer had been on time for their early morning meeting; he had lots else to do.

“In that case, the contracts are invalid and the heirs would have no claim. You could use the videos for any non-commercial purpose. For instance, you could use them as a free art exhibit. Can they be considered candid, public poses?” the lawyer asked.

“You saw them. It's pictures of two guys having sex in a studio.”

“I saw them only briefly. Can you tell it's a studio? Could it possibly be a public setting?”

“The scene is black, only the bodies are lighted. The audience couldn't tell where the shots were taken.”

“Hmmm. Well, strictly speaking, and let's be strict, if you used the videos for any commercial purpose, then you would be liable. The heirs, if they knew about it, could – and probably would sue you. Given the notoriety of the case, they would probably learn about any commercial use soon after it occurred. Not good news, I'm afraid.”

“So we're stuck with a great commercial opportunity that we can't use. Is that what you're telling me?”

“Do you think I could see the videos again? There might be some kind of out … “ The lawyer sounded eager.

“You just want to see the vids again, don't you?” Seth laughed. “I might as well give you a copy.”

“I don't actually have time to watch now … so a set of copies, if you can spare one, would be good. Would that include the one with you in it?”

“Are you becoming a fan of mine?” Seth teased as he assembled a pile of CD's.

“Very much. Um, can I say this?”

Seth shrugged his permission.

“From one Jewish guy to another, I think you … are super hot.” If ever a lawyer was sincere and straightforward, this was the time.

“You're a caution, Mr. Laven,” Seth batted his eyes and feigned shyness.

“You could call me Jody, if you want.”

“Istanbulla, the club owner who recommended you, said to keep it professional or she'd cut my balls off,” Seth said, handing the lawyer the CD's.

“Yes, I guess she would, too. Disc 5 is the one with you?” Seth nodded. “That was so hot … the way you stayed in charge, even when Bruce was giving you orders.”

“It's a just job,” Seth sighed.

“It would be awesome if I could call you sometime.”

“You want to call me 'boy'? Like Bruce?”

“I'd like to call you Seth.”

“So call me Seth. This afternoon Chris and I are seeing applicants. Unless you're going to temple or something, maybe you would like to review some of the contracts. We couldn't pay your usual fee, but if you're interested ...”

Jody Laven couldn't wait for the afternoon he said. He was excited by what? The prospect of meeting porn models? Something about me? Seth wondered if he was going to regret this. Innocent little relationships had a way of going sour fast in the porn business.

The door Seth had locked behind Jody opened and Adan entered, using his our key. “Can I help you?” Seth asked.

“I was planning to help you,” Adan answered. “I'm Adan and I guess you're Seth. Isn't Andrew here?”

“I think he's still asleep,” Seth replied. “Who are you again?”

“I'm Adan. Andrew hired me … to clean and stuff. I organized some photographs for him. Stuff like that. Today I was going to call models for updates.”

“Ahhh … I see.” The light dawned. “I should have known he didn't clean the place. Why don't you go wake him up?” Seth wasn't surprised when Adan went into Andrew's bedroom and didn't come back out.




Darren checked out “Beyond Good and Evil” from the college library and surveyed the book. It was in good condition and according to an old pre-digital date listing had rarely been borrowed in the past. He looked forward to curling up in bed with his new friend Friedrich and trying the philosopher straight. I have to stop reading interpretations, he had concluded. I need to read the original. But … came a troubling thought. But the original is in German! Shit!

He walked swiftly toward the parking lot. Reading a good translation was at least one step closer to the original than reading somebody else's interpretation of somebody else's translation of somebody. The post-modernists would say this was a huge problem, but then they would blame semantics for obscuring the meaning of the original in any case. So I'll just have to rely on a good translation. For now.

“Darren! I thought I'd missed you!”

“Oh … hi Kevin.”

“No, I'm Jeff. Kevin was the guy you actually f… uh, I mean my roommate, the one you … um, met first.”

“Right! Sorry … 'S up?”

“Kevin went over to Berkeley to see a production of Oedipus Rex in French … So I was wondering if you might want to hang out ...”

“A Greek play in French watched by a native English speaker. That is so close to a little problem I'm having.”

Jeff was lost. “Mmm, right. So would you like to have a beer or something?”

Darren thought it over and delayed answering.

“I'm hoping to seduce you, if that helps you make up your mind.” Jeff smiled more shyly than his words would have predicted. “No, no … forget I said that.”

“You would be a very successful seducer if I weren't leaving the country tomorrow.” Darren pressed the button on his car keys and the Audi's lights flashed.

Jeff saw the car light up and asked, “Leaving … like for good?”

“Belgium. Just for a week, I think. If everything goes by the plan.”

“Can I look at your car? I've never seen one like this.”

“Sure sit down. It's fun to drive.” They sat in the two seater and Darren pointed out the car's features.

“Was it a graduation present or something?” Jeff ran his hand lovingly across the dash board.

“No. It was a work bonus. I guess that's what you'd call it.” Darren remembered the circumstances of Morrie's gift.

“Belgium ...” Jeff looked at Darren with a thousand questions that he wanted to ask. Instead he impulsively kissed him. The kiss lingered a bit.

“Belgium, tomorrow,” Darren said, which seemed to end the conversation. Jeff opened the door to get out and Darren got out of his side as well.

“You don't need to walk me to the dorm. I'll be safe,” Kevin joked.

“I want to kiss you without a gear shift being in the way,” Darren answered. Jeff was at first surprised and then overwhelmed by the warmth of Darren's kiss. “Jeff? Is the seduction offer still open? You feel awful good to me.”

 

[rocabar]

Great new update, Rory. . . Thanks!

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Lots of reading - a bit worried about our HS graduate - his buddy is in denial and he's out of sex partners.

Always enjoy the runway shows with the boys - never can tell what's going to happen, but you know something will!

Then there's Darren.

 

[EasyRory]

Then there's Darren.

You should have seen the versions I didn't post!

 

[DonQuixote]

You can always PM them, lol.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Twelve


“Belgians are serious people. We started work after a cup of tea and didn't stop until we were finished.” Darren's debrief of the Belgian trip was brief. “The system worked fine. They were happy with English and French and will send us Dutch translations for the next update. The inventory wasn't nearly as huge as the Smithsonian job and it was ninety-five percent done before I left. I'm sure they're done by now. They want to get used to it before they join the net server.”

“What about the sex?” Tom asked when they were alone.

“As I said, they're serious people. The only offer I got was for sponsorship at the University of Louvain.”

“A job?”

“No, a scholarship. They like Americans.”

“Are you gonna ...”

“No, I don't speak the languages … not any of them.”

As soon as he could Darren left for school. He needed to see about making up missed work. The logic class was easy. All he had to do was tolerate Dormeyer's visual assault for thirty minutes. Professor Campion asked only what Darren had been reading.

“I took Beyond Good and Evil with me and read it.”

“And ...” Campion prompted.

“And now I think I should have read Hegel first.”

Darren's comment made Campion's eyes spark. “And then Burke, and then Kant, and then Rousseau, and then Hume ...Reading philosophy backwards is not a bad approach, actually.”

“Really? Because I want to read it all … The pre-Socratics had all the questions right at the start. But the answers get more and more complex with time.”

“That's because each really new idea has to overturn all the detritus that came before it and the garbage keeps piling up.” Campion noted Darren's shock. “It's not ALL garbage of course, but the advances of science raise the philosophic barriers higher all the time. The hard fact of quantum mechanics is absolutely devastating to most moral systems. It seems quite possible that something can come from nothing without any agency … without any God, if you will.”

“I want to know all that. The thing is I don't know where to start.”

Campion smiled genially. “Speaking as a college professor, I'd say you have come to the right place; we are essentially a colloquium of inquiring minds here, helping each other. As far as where to start, let me give you a book … let's see … here it is. It's a compendium of philosophical development up to the twentieth century. Things after World War One get diffuse, it's all in flux still in reaction to modern horrors; but prior to that are the essentials you will need. Read this book the first time fast. Don't try to understand it all in your first reading. Look for the flow of ideas, so you know where you want to dig in next.”

Darren walked to his car and stopped to look at Campion's book. He sat on a bench and opened to the index. The dry listing of ideas and thinkers quickly became the story of the world. He barely notice the people around him.

“How was Belgium?” Kevin asked.

“More German than I expected,” Darren answered.

“Good beer, huh?”

“Yes, but I think they've always had good beer in Belgium.”

The conversation lapsed with the lame topic of Belgium exhausted. The roommates were restless on the bench. Finally Jeff spoke up.

“We've been debating who gets you next,” Jeff said.

“So, here's the thing ...” Darren answered immediately. “I'm going to assign some homework. And then we can see what happens next.”

“Homework?” Jeff didn't sound interested.

“Jeff, you are to fuck Kevin and respond to every request he makes. Kevin, you may request anything but you are not allowed to talk. Not one word. You are only allowed to prompt Jeff with your body.”

“Darren, I'm not a top,” Jeff complained.

“Try it,” Darren was unyielding.

“The stuff I like is complicated.” Kevin looked for a way out.

“Jeff isn't an idiot,” Darren insisted. “And once Kevin is satisfied, you switch roles. We will meet in a week to review progress. I want details … times, frequencies, techniques … all of it.”

Darren got up from the bench and walked to his car. Half way there he jumped back. Peter's car probably would have hit him if his reaction had been slower. “Maybe I can do a paper on the Philosophy of Assholes,” Darren said to the startled girl next to him.




“Seth, sweetie, you know I love you ...”

“Great, Andrew, and when were you planning to tell me you hired a … janitor? Accountant? Hustler? Just what the hell is he?”

“He's a very clever young man who appreciates an opportunity when he finds one.”

“How much are you paying him?”

“Paying …? The subject of money hasn't really come up.”

“YET!” Seth added.

“He's here on a student visa. Doesn't that limit what he can earn?”

“It doesn't limit what he can take!” Seth was unrelenting.

“Eric recommended him.”

“Eric? When did he start a home for troubled youths?”

“I think Eric's always been a generous person. Didn't you stay with Eric and Z for a while when you had nowhere else to go? So now can't we help out Adan?”

“Yes … I did ...” Seth was taken aback by Andrew's logic. “We can, I guess. But you have to get the money part worked out. Minimum wage.”

“Sweetie ...”

“Minimum wage, Andrew.”

“What's got you all pissed off, anyway? More murdered porn actors?”

“We have a ton of terrific scenes with Bruce and Attila and we can't use them. Money down the drain ... Nobody new to film …”

“Look on the bright side. Nordstrom and Macy's want more fashion shows … I got a catalog job from a contract jobber on Jessie Street …”

“You did?”

“Yes, Adan was verifying our contact list and gave me the lead.”

“He did?”

“Yes. I told you he was a clever young man. Kind of an Hispanic version of someone else I used to know … I wonder what ever happened to him.” Andrew hugged Seth.

“I'm sorry.” Seth hugged him back. “It's just that … oh, you know ...”

“Dry your eyes, sweetie. We've gotten through worse.”

“Maybe you should stop calling me sweetie … We're not really lovers anymore.”

“I like calling you sweetie. You're a sweet boy. You know I love you.”

“Andrew, you're so full of shit.” Seth laughed and headed to Alameda with some contracts for Z and Darren to sign.





“Did he give you the 'I'm not gay' line?”

“What?” Finn couldn't believe he had heard Bo's question right and he blushed furiously at what he thought he had heard.

“You and Long. Best buds last week and ignoring each other today. He did the same thing to me last Christmas. Saying 'I'm not gay' makes everything all right for him.”

Finn kept silent. He had heard Bo right. “You mean you and Long …?” Finn couldn't say the words.

“We were this close ...” Bo crossed his index and middle fingers. “ … for about three weeks.”

Cal's call for a huddle interrupted the conversation. There wasn't an opportunity to resume until the end of practice. Finn picked up his gear and began walking home. He returned Dave Miller's wave as he drove past.

“Have a minute?” Bo called out. “Want to watch these lacrosse guys?” They settled themselves on the eastward edge of the park and watched a game they only semi-understood. “It looks like they pick out one guy and everybody hits him on the head with their sticks. I figured out everything except how they select their target.” He smiled when he got a chuckle from Finn. “So was I right? You and Long?”

“Yeah,” Finn admitted, paying close attention to the dirt stuck in his cleats.

“He's such an asshole,” Bo commented. “Really goes out of his way to make you feel like shit. My mistake was kissing him. 'Dude! What are you doing? I'm not gay.' ”

Finn stared at Bo with his mouth open.

“You're not the only guy in Alameda who's fooled around, Finn.”

“Not Dave? You don't mean Dave, do you?”

“No. Not Dave. Cute ass though.” Bo sounded wistful and gave Finn a little jab with his elbow.

Finn turned his attention back to cleaning his cleats. “So who did you mean?”

“Mike Holmby,” Bo announced.

“Duh … obviously. Who else?”

“Another Mike ...” Bo teased.

“Mike Marshall? NO! Really?”

“Totally gay. And totally cool about it.”

“Are you gonna tell everybody about me?” Finn asked.

“Why? Do you care?”

“Yeah, I think I do. For the summer anyway. After we all go away to school maybe it won't matter so much … I kinda owe Raelle a couple months of dating.”

“Don't worry. I can keep my mouth shut.”

“Bo? Can I ask … how did you and Long hook up?”

“Remember the All-County Football Banquet at the end of the season? Marty Evers had some beer in the parking lot and … I needed to piss. There were people around so I went into a men's room and took care of things. Long came in and stood right next to me. He kept taking peeks at my dick and it made me hard. Once he saw I was hard he grabbed it and stroked me off. And then, uh, I did it to him. He took my cell number and called me the next day. We messed around all vacation. He's pretty cool at getting close to people. Like the way he got you to invite him to your house.”

“He didn't 'get me'; it was my idea.”

“That's what you think. He knew exactly what he was doing.”

Finn was silent again and watched the lacrosse guys break up. “I guess I better get going.”

“Yeah, I'll walk with you as far as Park,” Bo agreed. “You're worried I'm gonna say something, aren't you?”

“A little.”

“Don't worry. I won't saying anything.” They passed a darkened alley. “Finn? Uh … What about a blow job?” Bo pointed at a hidden enclosure in the alley. Silently the two boys stood close to each other in the alcove.

Finn squatted in front of Bo. “No!” Bo insisted. “I'm doing it to you. Ok? So you know you can trust me.” But Finn remained on his knees. He tentatively put his hands on Bo's thighs and felt the strength inside the soft knit of the sweat pants. Bo helped by untying the drawstring and then held his breath as Finn reached for his waistband.

“EEEEUUUUOOOCK!” The loud creak of an opening door startled everyone. The two boys looked in shock at an older man. The older man was equally appalled but recovered first.

“Oh my God, get inside, you two. Jesus! The police are up and down this alley all the time.” He held the door open wide. “Hurry up!” He closed the door behind them and pushed his way through storage boxes to get to the window. “My God! What were you thinking?” He drew a shade down over the glass of the window already murky with dust. “Never mind. I know what you were doing.” He turned back to them with a tiny smile on his face.

“Uh … uh … Mister … I'm sorry ...” Finn began.

“What are you going to do?” Bo looked apprehensive.

The older man looked them over and saw their distress. “I'm going to finish moving a freight delivery into the store.” He moved to the door to the shop. “That will take me a while. Nobody,” he emphasized, “Nobody will bother you for, oh … say, a half hour.” He closed the door softly until it clicked and left the two boys alone.

Gradually a look of relief spread over their faces. “Man, I guess we could have been caught,” Bo said.

“Yeah ...” Finn agreed, squeezing himself and aware that his cock was no longer hard.

“Limp as a noodle? Me too,” Bo acknowledged. He reached for Finn and gave his cock a confirming squeeze.

“Bo, I don't know if we should ...”

“Why not? He pretty much gave us permission.” Bo's one hand massaged Finn's cock and the other went around his waist to pull him closer. Bo listened to Finn sigh. “See, you want to.” Bo was bolder than Long had been; he gave Finn a little nip on the neck before sinking to his knees. “This was my idea. I might as well go first.”

Finn looked down and put his hands gently on Bo's light brown hair, so soft and thick, wrapping around his fingers. He grimaced briefly as his jock pinched scrotal skin when Bo pulled it down. “Ow!”

“Sorry,” Bo answered before swallowing Finn's cock whole. It was more than a mouthful and he quickly backed off to look at his prize. It stuck almost straight out, arching slightly upward, bouncing with Finn's pulse. “Awesome,” Bo said and then he looked up at Finn. “Dumb thing to say about a cock, huh?” And then he began sucking, gradually working up to taking the whole length again.

“Oh … Bo! … Jeez! … BO!” Finn exploded into Bo's waiting mouth. He tried to pull back but Bo wouldn't let him and took every spurt of hot cum. He coughed only once and then took Finn's cock back into his mouth sucking on it until it began to soften.

“Ok?” Bo asked as he stood up. He held Finn by his ass and pulled him close to mash their groins together.

“The best,” Finn said and wiggled himself out of Bo's hands. He sank down and quickly pulled down Bo's clothes. He returned the blow job as best he could and Bo came even faster than Finn had.

Bo pulled Finn to his feet and tried to kiss him, but Finn pulled away, gesturing at his face, “I'm all full of cum, here.”

“I don't care,” Bo answered eagerly, but the moment had passed. They pulled their pants up, brushed themselves off, and then wondered what to do.

“I guess we go out the front door,” Finn ventured.

They saw the man struggling with a ten pound bag of potting soil. “These aren't heavy, just ungainly,” he sounded embarrassed by his difficulty.

“We can do that,” Bo said and looked to Finn for confirmation.

They made quick work of the job, piling the bags two by two, layered in opposing directions next to a hand lettered sign that said, “Potting Soil Special $5.98 Two for $9.98”.

“Why not $5.99 and $9.99?” Finn asked when they were done.

“Too greedy,” the man answered.

“What about these African violets?” Bo called from the sidewalk. “Where do you want them?”

“No, don't bother ...”

“Where did you say you want them?” Bo repeated as he came into the store with three cases of pots in his arms.

The two boys cleared the freight delivery from the sidewalk and paused when the work was done. “I'm Bo Jendell,” Bo said. “Finn Cullen,” Finn echoed. “And you're Mr. Parker?” The shop's name was Parker's Plants.

“Gale Parker,” the man said, extending his hand and trying to forget that he knew their mothers.

“Thank you for ...” Bo pointed toward the back room.

“No, thank you for helping out.”

“So we helped each other,” Finn said.

The boys left the store and walked to the corner. They watched an Alameda police car pull out of the alley behind Parker's Plants onto Encinal Avenue.

 

[rocabar]

Thanks again, for another great update, Rory!

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
I agree with Rocabar, wholeheartedly.

I always enjoy catching up with our boys.

 

[gambit22121]

Can't wait for the next update Rory!

 

[EasyRory]

Thanks, gambit. I'm open to suggestions and criticism.

 

[justright25]

Glad to see all of the Alameda boys are back in their original environs and having fun. The New York story had lost me. Love this one so far.

 

[EasyRory]

The New York story had lost me. Love this one so far.

It kind of lost me, too.

 

[EasyRory]

Chapter Thirteen


“Hi. I'm Kevin. Darren Alvintzi gave me your name.”

“Thanks for coming,” Seth said. “We're always looking for talent.”

So … what do I do? Get naked?”

“No. First you talk to our lawyer, Jody Laven.”

Seth spent his time adjusting cameras and lights and listening to snatches of Jody's contract negotiations. They weren't really negotiations, Jody simply stated the take-it-or-leave-it rules of how the business was to proceed.

“You understand, Kevin, this is a porn shoot? Good. We can't legally bind you to perform specific acts, but I want you to know what you may be called upon to do. You may be asked to demonstrate affection through kisses and caresses, both giving and receiving, oral sex, both giving and receiving, anal sex, both giving and receiving, in homosexual as well as heterosexual settings, with whatever partner we assign.”

“I thought you said it was gay porn.”

“Typically, yes. We just want to leave our options open. There have been times when heterosexual conduct was appropriate to the scene we were shooting. Ok? Good. So while we can't require specifics, your pay will depend on your performance being deemed satisfactory by the director, who will be the sole judge of its acceptability without appeal. Is that part clear? If he doesn't like your work you will only be paid a minimum wage for your time, although we will cover any reasonable expenses you incurred, like a specific hair styling and commuting to and from the studio. Clear?”

“Yes, but what if I perform some but not all of what is required? How do you work that part out?”

“We shoot the most difficult parts first.” Jody answered Kevin's confusion with: “In direct terms, we shoot the fuck scenes first. We will know right away how your performance stacks up. Ok? Next … The studio owns all rights to your performance. We can sell, rent, or otherwise use your images and videos, sight and sound worldwide in any manner we choose forever. Trust me: your grandmother, if you have one, is going to know in detail everything you do here. Ok?”

Seth was surprised and pleased with Jody's thoroughness in explaining the facts of porn. It sounded a if he had been in the business forever. He sized up Kevin as he finished signing the contracts for Jody. Not bad at all. A little young looking maybe, but makeup can take care of that.

“Ok, now that the legal stuff is over, you can get naked, as you said. This part is just to get some light measurements. So we can see if you will need body or face makeup. We try for realism, so the makeup is usually just a dab here and there to cover a blemish or something.”

“Is the lawyer going to stay for this part?”

“Yeah. It helps to have a third party present in case of any dispute plus he can run errands. You want a water or anything? … Jody, could you get Kevin some water?”

“Anything for the star!” Jody said in a cheery unlawyerly tone. He returned with a bottle and checked out the star. “I don't care what Seth says; I think you look great.”

“You guys are being really … nice to me.” Kevin took a swig of the water and stood naked as Seth and Jody appraised him.

“We frighten you with the legal part, but we're softies at heart,” Seth told him in a friendly way and then he turned professional. “Turn, please … hmm … distinct tan lines. The waist one isn't bad, but the knee level is … hmm ...”

“The creamy white butt is nice,” Jody observed.

“Says the lawyer,” Seth added. “We'll want to trim your pubic hair a bit. Is that ok, Kevin?”

“Am I allowed to object?”

“Not really. But we're going for participatory management here.” Seth gave him a smile meant to be reassuring. “Oh, I see we're getting a little more participation.” Seth observed the beginnings of an erection as he held a light meter next to Kevin's dick. “Easy erections are the porn directors dream.”

Kevin waved at an imaginary camera. “Hi grandma. How am I doing?” he said nervously.

“The lawyer thinks you're doing fine,” Jody called from the shadows of the lights that were nearly blinding Kevin.

“Ok, some of the basics. What feels good for sex isn't what's good for porn. The positions and poses are supposed to show you off to the camera. They're not always fun or even comfortable. Rule one: Do not block the shot. Try to keep in mind where the camera is and don't put your hand, arm, what-have-you in the way of the shot. If we're shooting a kiss, don't put your hand on your partner's face, put it lower down and only briefly.”

“Huh?” The distraction was causing Kevin to lose his erection.

“Like this.” Seth demonstrated, putting his hand on Kevin's cheek and kissing him and then putting it lower down on his neck and kissing him. “And when you break, try to make it look like you want more.” Kevin's reviving erection made it seem he did want more. A repeat of the action still didn't produce the reaction Seth wanted.

“No, try for a little yearning. Here, watch Jody and me. Jody, can I borrow your face for a minute?” Seth kissed Jody and after a three-count broke the kiss. He couldn't miss Jody's reaction. “Well, I don't know what I looked like, but did you see the way Jody ended the kiss? The delayed eye-opening … the little move forward … Like he didn't want me to stop kissing him?”

“Cool. How did you do that?” Kevin asked Jody.

“I didn't want him to stop kissing me,” Jody answered. It sounded like the truth. His hand was still on Seth's neck.

“Um … ok then, try it again.” Seth kissed Kevin and liked the result better. “And your cock is staying hard. That's so good. You want to try to keep it that way. The shoot will go much faster if you can. Now for some posing … This revolving platform is where we shoot most of the sex. The cameras are positioned around the room at various heights. You still have to keep in mind that dicks in asses are basically what we want to see. You need an open pose most of the time. Right … lie back … spread your legs more … oh yeah, nice balls, Kevin … by the way, you'll need a porn name … ok, hold that … let me get a light reading … maybe we need to shave your ass a little … but you're looking good... you're sure you're all right with getting fucked? A lot of guys say yes and then back out at the last minute ...”

“You can fuck me right now, if you want. I douched out before I came to the studio.” Kevin lay back with his legs spread. He was slowly stroking his cock, making his balls move with the motion, exposing the crack of his ass. He looked Seth right in the eye and invited, “Right now. If you want.”

Seth involuntarily licked his lips and Kevin convulsed, “Shit! I'm coming!” Kevin jacked himself frantically while his cock spewed bright white cum onto his belly and chest. As soon as he caught his breath he apologized profusely. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.”

Seth reassured him, “It's only an audition. It's all good. You can't make any mistakes. Jody, got a towel? You can get dressed now. I'm pretty sure we'll be calling you. Um … Kevin, would you get a little sun in shorter shorts? We'd like to see the tan line at mid-thigh. No Speedo look, though … not for what we're planning.”

Kevin toweled himself off and began dressing, having a little trouble getting into his jeans. He ended up bending his cock to the side and zipping carefully.

“You're still hard? That's another plus.”

Seth shut off the lights and walked into Chris's office leaving Kevin to dress. He saw Jody fixing something to do with the window shade. Jody was on his tiptoes, raising his shirt above his jeans. The visible band of flesh showed a hint of butt and a tight waist. I never noticed that under his blue suit, Seth thought.

“I'll wait for your call,” Kevin called out and they heard the outer door slam.

“There ...” Jody said, satisfied with his repairs to the shade. “So … good morning, huh?”

“Yeah, I took some contracts to Darren for signing last night and asked if he knew anybody … he recommended these guys from St. Mary's College and gave them a call for me ...whew! … I never expected somebody like Kevin. The other guy is due in an hour. He had a Saturday morning class or something. You know … when he said you can fuck me … I almost ...”

“That would have been unprofessional,” Jody said.

“Yeah, but so hot! That kid is a love machine, I bet.” Seth squeezed his cock at the memory. “You didn't mind me kissing you, did you?”

“I didn't want you to stop.”

Seth looked up and didn't have time to wonder what Jody meant. Jody kissed him for the approved three-count and pulled back. “I still don't want to stop.” Jody resumed the kiss.

Seth's arms went around Jody's waist, feeling the warm flesh. He sighed a little as Jody's grasp found his cock and encouraged his erection. Jody sensed Seth's coming objection and silenced it with a kiss. When he felt Seth relax in his arms, he pushed farther. “You can fuck me ... Right now ... If you want.” he said between kisses. “I'd like it if you did.” Seth's body stiffened in objection to Jody's offer but he said nothing. “Please, Seth. Fuck me. I can feel your erection. You want to, don't you?”

They returned to the camera room and the comfort of the revolving platform with its cushioning and pillows. The sex was fairly conventional, missionary, and quick. When it was over, Seth lay on top, between Jody's spread legs. He kissed Jody again. “I suppose you don't want me to stop kissing you?”

“Seth ...” Jody looked at Seth hard. “I don't want you to stop fucking me either.”

“I don't get it, Jody. Aren't you married with children?”

“Divorced with children.” Jody wrapped his legs around Seth and demanded another kiss. He couldn't get enough. “I've never been with anybody like you. That was the best sex I ever had, Seth.”

“I don't know, Jody … I'm kinda small ...”

“Your dick is perfect. I love it in me. You hit every button I've got.”

“It's kinda small,” Seth insisted.

“Compared to what? It's perfect.” Jody hugged Seth against him. “Perfect.” Jody's continued kisses were persuasive. Seth lay against the pillows on his back and let Jody lose. When he worked his way up to sucking a nipple, Seth chuckled and pulled Jody up into a kiss that seemed to seal a deal.

“You kissed me that time,” Jody said and Seth nodded. “Good. That's a start.” He straddled Seth and lowered himself until he felt Seth's renewed erection against his ass. He knelt upright and pushed his pelvis forward so Seth could suck his cock. Dragging his balls across Seth's chin set up an exquisite tension that kept building. “God, you're magic,” Jody sighed as he pumped his cock into Seth's mouth.

“Wait. I don't want to come yet,” Jody said. He moved backward and held Seth's cock up while he sat down in it. “Ahhhhh!,” he gasped as the shaft slipped in. He grabbed one of Seth's hands and sucked on the fingers. “Perfect cock!” He began moving up and down, sucking frantically on Seth's hand. “Touch me, Seth! Touch me, baby!” he begged.

Seth took hold of Jody's cock and it exploded, pumping spurts of semen this way and that. “Fuck me,” Jody begged as he came. “Yes! Keep fucking me.” He echoed “Keep fucking me,” over and over as his climax waned and in the midst of a deep kiss Seth came again. “Yes, baby, do it,” Jody urged as Seth thrust into him as deep and hard as he could.

They lay together, drained, each thinking his private thoughts, neither wanting to express them. Jody relaxed in the afterglow of the best sex he had ever had, which aside from his ex-wife's contribution, wasn't much. While Seth got his breath back, he wondered if he had just embarked on another personal and professional disaster.

Eventually they rose and dressed more or less in silence. Jody stole one final kiss that lingered in a 'don't stop' way and then looked at his watch. “I think the past forty-five minutes have changed my life,” he said.

“Oh, shit,” was Seth's silent reaction.

A loud knock interrupted. “Hello … I'm Jeff. Darren Alvintzi said you're looking for ...”

“Bachelor Number Two,” Seth sighed. “Come in. This is Jody Laven, our lawyer. He wants to walk you through our standard contract ...”




Wolf got back from the city in mid-afternoon and took a shower. All that walking around toting a signboard was becoming work, but he liked the attention. Since his fame had grown he dressed in shorts that were obvious to anyone who looked; the peekaboo tease wasn't necessary to attract attention. He was sweaty and so were the shorts, which explained why no one sat near him on the BART.

He got out of the shower and dried off, looking at himself in the mirror. His skin was tanner than it had ever been before, even when they had lived in Arabia and his hair was streaky, bleaching out to the blond of his childhood. Not bad, he thought. He dressed and looked for something to eat in the kitchen. It was Saturday, slim pickings, since Tom and Heiko shopped on Sunday mornings. A beer? Why not? It would be legal in Germany.

He sat on the balcony, sipped his beer and watched the world go by. He heard giggles and then whispers from the next balcony. “Ask him.” “No, you ask him.” More giggles.

A face appeared around the divider. Even at twenty feet away, Wolf could tell it was the face of a young girl leaning far out over the rail. She was smiling near to burst. “Are you the sign guy?”

Wolf toasted her with his glass. “I am.”

“Would you wear a sign at our Girl Scout car wash?” She wobbled on the railing and Wolf worried she would fall. “Just for two hours. Tomorrow. Please … Wolf?” She was tentative about using his name.

A sharp voice intruded. “Candy, get off that railing! Who are you talking to?”

“To whom am I speaking, you mean?” said Candy. Several giggles ensued. “Wolf … he's agreed to wear a sign for the car wash.”

“Wolf?” the older voice repeated. The face of a very attractive young woman appeared around the divider. “Hi,” she said.

Wolf raised his beer again. “Hi, I'm Wolf. Do you all want to come over and tell me what's going on?”

A few minutes later Wolf opened the door and let in three young girls and someone older. The young girls looked at him adoringly. “You are the sign guy.” “I told you!” “Is Wolf really your name?” “You're just as cute as you look on TV.” “Taller, though,” said the shortest one. She looked as if she was about to wet herself.

“Wolfgang is my middle name. Maximilian Albrecht Wolfgang Aloys von Wittelsbach.” He frowned and added, “Or something like that.” He held out his hand to shake and greeted the three.

“I'm Candy, she's Pammy, and she's Lucy.”

“Pamela,” the middle one corrected. Lucy stayed quiet.

“I'm Torrey Pine, no jokes please,” the young woman said. “You speak English beautifully.”

“I don't. Not really. I make terrible mistakes.” The three girl scouts looked at him in awe. “So you better tell me about this car wash … enterprise.”




Darren sat in the library trying to read and suffering small pangs of conscience. Should I have sent those two kids to a pornographer? Was that the moral choice? Would Socrates have done that? Well, maybe. He was accused of corrupting youth, wasn't he? It was Seth, though, not just any pornographer, he told himself. Seth was basically a good guy, except that time he tried to rape me. But he had been drinking and even sober the only thing he could do was make me laugh. But turning the tables and fucking him was probably my mistake. He forgave me and all … and he was kind of a sweet fuck once we got into it …

A flash of light caught his attention, He looked out the window across the street at the police department. The insignia of a uniformed policeman was glinting in the sun. Kind of a hot guy he was talking to, Darren thought. Ooops … that's Tim, Rory's … Rory's what? Lover? That sounds solemn and morose. Special friend? Well, in an Aristotelian sense of perfect friendship maybe. Tim would be a good friend. He actually is my friend. I could ask him anything …Or I think I could ... Maybe Z is perfect. He loves me and I could ask him anything. Do relatives count? Maybe Eric … He'd do anything for me, but maybe he'd do it because he loves Z, not because he's my friend. Nicky was perfect, though. He loved me just for me. But I guess that's hopeless. He was busy when I went through New York. I was busy when he came through here … I should just forget that … get on with my life … and what has that got me? Joanne and Peter? Like I need more of that kind of … and those two kids … cute and so willing … but what's that about anyway … it's just sex … not that there's anything wrong with 'just sex' …

He glanced down the eight-person table and saw some guy eying him again. What's a cute guy like him doing in the library in the middle of the day? Darren wondered. The guy wrote in his notebook and then tore the page out and slid it to Darren. “What's a cute guy like you doing in a library at noon on a sunny day?” the note asked.

Darren wrote back, “Contemplating why I'm in a library when I could be [fill in the blank].”

“I'd love to [fill in the blank any way you want] with you.”

“Could we [fill in the blank] at your place?” Darren asked, nearly filling in the page.

The guy tore off a piece, wrote and slid it back to Darren. “5700 Shore Line Drive Apt.6W. 30 mins.”

Darren winked his acceptance as the guy stuffed his books into a backpack. Darren watched him walk out of the reading room. Nice looking. Nothing weird or anything. Clean and sober, apparently. Very neat penmanship. What have I got to lose?

A half an hour later he found 5700. The Tiki Apartments. Hadn't Eric joked about this place? It looked ok. Weekly and monthly rentals, the sign said. Apartment 6W was on the ground floor on the shady side of the swimming pool which had been drained for some construction work.

He knocked. “Be right there,” came the answer followed by a low and urgent,”Get into the bedroom.” The door opened. “Fáilte chuig mo domhan.” The guy was wearing a green hat. “It means welcome to my world, in Irish.”

Darren entered and looked around. Lots of green. “Everyday is Saint Patrick's Day here. Want a drink?” The guy offered something murky with a celery stalk in it.

“Uh, sure. I'm Darren, by the way.”

“Colin,” came the answer. “So, how would you fill in the blank back at the library? I'm not sure what the word for blow job is in Irish.”

“Fuck?” Darren ventured.

“No, that's not it. OH!! Haha! You mean ... Haha. If my roommate will let us ...”

“Oh, yeah? Roommate?” Darren was suspicious.

“That's what I call him. His name is Seamus.” Colin opened the door and a monster came out, crossing the room to Darren in two steps. “He's an Irish wolfhound.”

“You know ... I'm not small and he's looking down on me.” The dog was inches from Darren's face sniffing the air.

“Well, he does have some of his feet on a stool.”

“Some? How many does he have?”

“Haha. Just four.”

“Colin … um, you're black, aren't you? What's going on with all the Irish stuff?”

“Only my skin is black, the rest of me bleeds green.” With that he downed the murky drink and took a bite of the celery stalk. “So a blow job, you said?”

“I was kind of hoping for a nice slow fuck.”

“Seamus isn't too wild about fucking. He prefers blowjobs.” The prospect of a threesome with Seamusmade Darren's feet ready to move, but the utter monstrosity of dog blocked his path. “He knows one trick … Seamus? Erin go bragh!”

Seamus jammed his nose into Darren's crotch and bit down very gently for such a big animal. Darren pried the jaws open and stuck the celery stalk into them. While the animal dealt with this, he was on his feet and out the door.

“Erin go bragh and Darren go bye,” he told Colin. He ran for two blocks, looking back every few yards for signs of a large silvery animal slobbering bits of celery.

He slacked off as he got to Grand and turned right to Rittler Park. The lacrosse scrimmage was a welcome sight. Darren panted, “A fairly nice guy … a little kink is ok … Is that too much to expect?”

“What are you talking about?” asked a young player Darren had never seen before.

“Sorry, I thought you were Rory.”

“I'm Finn.” The kid offered a fist bump. “Football clinic was over and these guys needed another player.”

“Do you have a dog?”

“No, why?” A mystified Finn looked closely at Darren

“Just curious. Have you met everybody? That's my brother Z and Eric next to him. That's Rory, my boss. His friend Tim. Heiko and Tom. Heiko's brother Wolf. Larry. And Cal over there. And that guy in the stripes, I don't know him.”

“That's Bo, a friend of mine. I know Cal. He's my coach. Or was …”

“You smiled funny when you said Bo. Are you two …?” Darren gave Finn 'that' look.

“Jeez! Can you tell?” Finn blushed.

“Forget it. Let's play.” Darren played without pads, it was a friendly game after all. No blood, no grudges, and nobody to go home with.

 

[Autolycus]

A great new chapter!

 

[EasyRory]

One thing bothers me ... the story I personally liked writing the best (A Fable From the 70's) is the least read of what I've posted on JUB. Maybe it's not as good as I think - I would make major changes if I wrote it today. Plus, I'm probably too close to the characters, who are versions of real people.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
I don't remember if I read them. I know I started with your Alameda boys - maybe it's just where it fell in my timing.

This was a fun update - BIG Dog with Kinky Black Irishman.

Puppy want a chew toy? Ouch!

Meanwhile, back at the studio - lots of hot stuff going on, while at the park, all is good, clean, sports.

 

[rocabar]

One thing bothers me ... the story I personally liked writing the best (A Fable From the 70's) is the least read of what I've posted on JUB. Maybe it's not as good as I think - I would make major changes if I wrote it today. Plus, I'm probably too close to the characters, who are versions of real people.

Well,*I* liked it. But. . . you already know this.

It's tough to put so much of yourself into something, and then have no feed back, whatsoever. I can only think, that the story didn't resonate with viewers- Most of the stories on here, as you know, involve first experiences- often right out of high school- not the most sophisticated of scenarios, really.

I've said this before, and I guess it's time to state it again- If you like the story, please rate the thread!

Show the authors, that their hard work is appreciated.


So Rory, what changes would you make to the story? And why? Enquiring mind want to know!

 

[DonQuixote]

And, can you post a link to the Fable, here, so I can find it, easily?

We'll see you on the flip flop of our systems upgrade.