Rory's Stories

[EasyRory]

Session Sixteen

One pair of shoes? That's all you have? One pair?” Andrew could not believe the state of Rory's wardrobe.

“I have two pairs, plus some sneakers. Somebody took up the rest of the closet,” Rory commented. “See you later, I'm picking up Tom and Darren. We're going to demo a program revision for the Film Archive.”

At work, Tom was eager for a rematch with Wayne. “Let's see what I can talk him into this time. What else can he do with that howitzer shell of a dick.”

“We're picking up a potential apprentice. Could you keep the conversation professional? Or mostly professional? Or talk about the Raiders. ”

“You got it, boss. I'll be like a monk. But, no shit, take a look at Wayne's dick, if he's not wearing a suit of armor. It's un-fucking-believable.”

Darren was waiting on the porch and trotted to the car. Tom turned around to look at him. “Vroom, vroom! Would you like to marry me?”

“Engine!” Rory glared at his smiling assistant, who ignored the use of his old nickname.

“Well, damn, Rory, you didn't tell me he was so cute.”

“Ignore him, Darren,” Rory was exasperated.

“Cute, stupid, and tight pants are my specialties,” Darren said.

Tom laughed, “Seriously, I love you. Will you marry me? Just say yes, I won't hold you to it.”

They parked and got out of the car. Tom watched Darren, who was bent over getting some tape cartridge cases from the trunk of the car. “What a hot kid, Rory. How do you keep your hands off him?” Tom whispered.

“Just help him with the cartridges, please.”

Rory demonstrated the program to Professor Mancini and Wayne Withers who agreed to install it. “Would you like help from us doing it?” Rory asked. “The update is free; I'll have to charge for time, however.”

“I'd be glad to do it on your schedule,” Tom offered.

Wayne recoiled slightly in horror. “No, no, we'll use the other one. Darren.”

“He's not actually an employee. We're just indoctrinating him,” Rory explained.

“I could do it,” Darren said. “I'd be happy to,Rory.”

Darren, Tom, would you make sure the cartridges are compatible, please. I need to confirm a couple of things,” Rory requested.

When they had gone, Rory said, “Gentlemen, I'm a farm boy and I believe in being direct. Darren is a young man just starting out in life. I know what happened the last time with Tom; but Tom is old enough to know what he's doing. I just want to say that if I hear any complaint of sexual harassment from Darren, I will take it very seriously.

“What does that mean?” Wayne asked.

“They'll never find all the body parts,” Rory answered flatly, looking directly at the two of them.

Professor Mancini started to object, “Now, see here, Dickson ...”

“I apologize, sir, and I'm sure I didn't need to say that to professionals such as yourselves. But I feel responsible for Darren and in light of what happened the last time I just wanted to eliminate any possible misunderstanding. You would do the same for your assistants.”

“What the hell did happen the last time?” Mancini wanted to know. Rory looked over at Wayne and Mancini prodded, “Withers, what happened?”

Rory excused himself and went to look for Tom and Darren. It turned out they were just in the next cubicle and were wide-eyed looking back at Rory, having obviously overheard his conversation. “Saddle up,” said Rory smiling, “We're done for today.”

Withers, speaking rapidly in low tones to a horrified Mancini, fell silent as they came back. “Darren will be here tomorrow at nine, if that's ok?”

Mancini and Rory shook hands and the professor whispered,”I'm sorry about that business with Withers. He's actually a very good assistant.”

“I understand; no harm done. I just don't want it happening with somebody who is only eighteen,” Rory answered.

As they walked back to the car, Darren asked, “What did happen the last time?”

“Wayne has a huge ...” Tom started to explain.

Rory interrupted, “It was just some unprofessional behavior that nobody wants repeated.”

Rory dropped Darren off and then said to Tom, “He's only eighteen. Maybe that's too young to expect ...”

“Don't worry about it. I think he's pretty capable. He could handle somebody like Wayne.”

Darren didn't go into his house; he went next door looking for his brother. Z was out but Eric could tell Darren was excited about something. Darren launched into his story of the evening's events, recounting word-for-word Rory's conversation. He summed it up saying, “I'm telling you, Eric, Rory said he'd kill them if they touched me.”

“Oh, he was probably just making his point a little dramatically.”

“I believed him. Tom believe him. Those Berkeley guys believed him.”

Eric rethought his conclusion. “Well, then, I don't think you have anything to worry about from the Berkeley guys. And, that's a great boss looking out for you.”

“He's one awesome dude; I never knew business was like that.” Darren went home.

The next morning Darren showed up at seven-thirty at Rory's office. He introduced himself to Cyril and Bernice and waited. Tom arrived next and Darren asked his question again, “What did happen that time?”

“Well … “ Tom began, waiting until Cyril and Bernice were listening too, “Somebody needed to play the hero, so I stepped up.”

“Oh, God,” Bernice said, “Standby for heavy bullshit.”

“We really need to make that sale to the University. Of course the program was brilliant but our practically perfect boss Rory gives it away free. We need the data entry work. What's my edge? I wonder. How can I persuade ...”

“See why we used to call him Engine, Darren. He runs and runs,” Cyril laughed.

“Vroom, vroom. Desperate for a hook, I notice Wayne the Meek seems to be the owner of a giant cock, completely wasted on somebody who's probably afraid to jack off, even. Giant? I mean this thing makes donkeys jealous. It runs half-way down his pants leg. We start talking about it. Withers is mortified. The sleeping giant notices the attention and shows signs of sitting up for my smooth line of bull shit. I say 'Withers, there's three of us in the room here. Let's shake hands.' And I grab him. The third party responds to my greeting and the next thing you know Withers' pants are around his knees and the giant cock turns out to be even bigger that I imagine. It's like ... explosive. I barely touch it and it goes off. Withers spews and screams and flails and kicks the computer keyboard a few times; he enters God knows what and the computer goes tits up, flashing red like a cop car. His cum hits a junction box and almost set the place on fire. Work stations start going dark all over the campus. I thank Withers for the fun and leave. We get the sale.”

The three-person audience sits and stares. “What? You don't believe me?” Tom asked. He pulled off his sweatshirt and showed off his World's Best Boss t-shirt. “Why do you think Rory raised hell with those guys last night? He's watching out for Darren.”

“What do you mean he raised hell?” Bernice asked but the explanation was interrupted by Rory's arrival.

“Morning everybody. Hey, Darren, you have met the team?” The four innocents all nodded yes.

Seth had arrived at Andrew's house shortly before Rory left and spread out some papers covering at least two-thirds of the dinner table. Andrew gave Rory an enthusiastic kiss goodbye and moved to the table. Seth had never seen him looking so unbusinesslike in just jeans and a polo shirt, his hair messed up, and a scruffy overnight beard.

“You look so much younger,” Seth said while briefly contemplating Andrew's very different appearance; then he turned to work. “So here's what I was thinking. These people in row one are the best prospects for booking work; row two are fillers for occasional jobs; and row three probably aren't worth our time, but I guess we could keep them on file – assuming we can sign them, of course.”

“Good eye, Seth.”

“I didn't know you were that susceptible to flattery; but you do look good this morning.”

“No, I mean the rows of people. The problem is, Seth, I signed a no-compete clause. Stein and Stein would sue my ass off if I tried poaching their models. The clause is for six months, but it still ties my hands,” Andrew explained.

“I didn't sign anything but a W-4 form and a personal data sheet; what if I'm the agent on the contracts?”

“Nice thought, but we need a lawyer before we make the first phone call.”

“Except for Darren. He has never had an agent. For what it's worth, I think that Nordstrom thing Darren and Z did went well. The two of them are naturals,” Seth noted.

“Little innocent Darren, our first model,” Andrew savored the thought.

“He's not so innocent.” Andrews eyebrows shot up as Seth continued, “At least he doesn't want to be. He messed around with Ted Dorrance ...”

“Who hasn't fucked Dorrance?” Andrew asked and it was Seth's turn to be surprised.

“Anyway, Darren is dying to bust loose, but Z and Eric watch him pretty closely.” Seth thought it over and added, “They don't exactly give him orders, it's more insidious than that.”

“Insidious? And you went to a public school?”

“I read a lot by myself,” Seth said.

“That's the best way to learn. Well, first things first. Let's start with a banker,” Andrew said. He called Mark, a regular in the lacrosse scrimmages.

Darren arrived at Wayne Withers' office on time and ready for work. Wayne temporized and suggested coffee while they went over the plan for installing and testing the program update. Darren described the installation plan; it was a simple overwrite routine that wouldn't affect the data files. Wayne wanted to know how flexible the table structure and data definitions would be. Darren wasn't an SQL expert by a long shot, but he knew enough to probe Wayne's needs.

“What if we want to rename the the data fields in a table?” Wayne asked.

“Would you need to simply rename the field or substitute a type, like a number instead of a character?

“Possibly,” Wayne hedged.

“I think I need to know more about what you will want to describe.”

Wayne put him off, saying, “Come back to the office. Bring your water.” When they got there, he continued, “What we want to do is catalog pornographic films. We're not even sure how we want to do it or what the important data elements should be. And, of course, so many of the names on both sides of the camera are fake. How should we try to track bodies of work when the identities keep changing? Then there are amazing films and videos with no attribution at all.”

“Like what?” Darren asked.

“Well, there was this Internet thing a while ago called 'Back Flip Fuck' that had millions of downloads and hits and nobody knows much at all about it.”

“I saw a really bad copy of a copy of that once,” Darren said.

“Thank God you've already seen it. Rory can't claim I'm corrupting you,” Wayne joked nervously.

“Don't worry about what Rory said, Wayne. I'm not telling him anything. We're here to do a job, right?”

“Thanks. You don't have anything to worry about anyway.”

“Jeez, tell me I'm ugly or something,” Darren affected a pout.

“Oh, I didn't mean that. You're very appealing, I didn't mean ...”

“Joking! Take it easy,” Darren said. “And I'm nineteen, not eighteen.”

“Good. I'm glad to know that fact about you. I was afraid you were really sixteen or something.”

“Ok, you know a fact about me. Can I ask for one about you?” Wayne signaled ok and Darren asked, “How big is it really? Tom said it's huge.”

“See ... stuff like that will cause Rory to kill me. And if he doesn't Mancini will fire me. So I'll tell you I'm thirty-two years old for a fact and we'll leave penises out of the discussion, ok?”

“Ok, back to the Flip video. Do the performers have anything to identify them? Tattoos? Scars? Birthmarks?”

“I don't know. Take a look.” Wayne ran the video on his computer.

“This is so much clearer than the version … Oh, my God, that guy lives next door to me!” Darren gasped.

“The flipper or the … the … guy on the floor?”

“The flipper. No shit. Awesome.” Darren was amazed by Larry's performance. “How 'bout if you had been the flipper, Wayne, with that dick of yours? Wouldn't that be cool?”

Wayne put a hand to his forehead. “There is to be no talk of dicks; we agreed: no talk of dicks.”

That night Mark talked to Rory, Andrew, and Seth. “It would be cleaner if Rory wasn't involved in owning any interest in your new venture. The ownership, whether it's a partnership or a corporation should be just the two of you, for now anyway.”

“So how would we get my money into the venture?” Rory asked.

“What if you bought this house from Andrew?” Mark proposed. “That would give him the cash to put into his business.”

That was agreeable to Andrew and Seth had no interest, so the two of them went back to personnel discussions at the table. Rory wanted some air and said he'd walk Mark home.

“I'm suggesting this to protect you, Rory,” Mark said as they walked. “This way if the business is a bust, you and Andrew still keep the house. And … I don't want to sound cynical, but if you and Andrew split up for some reason … I'm not saying you will or anything, but just in case ... you wouldn't have to haggle over business ownership. And that haggling can get ugly and expensive; only the lawyers win those fights.”

“I don't need protection, Mark. I'm not committing that much.”

“Andrew doesn't care; you don't care. Nobody will get hurt. You might as well be prudent, Rory. I'm a banker, but a lawyer, and by the way you probably need one, would tell you the same thing. You want to come in for a nightcap?”

Luke, Mark's partner, greeted them and poured a clear, fiery liquid. “Grappa,” he said. “In small quantities, it settles the stomach.” Mark was still in a business suit and went to change.

“Are you still seeing Dr. Davis, Rory? I always wonder about those sessions,” Luke asked.

“He was great. Once I figured out that he wasn't the agent, that his job was to help me help myself, it was easy. All he really did was show me the people in my life who helped me and the people who didn't. It showed me new ways to appreciate people and how to show that appreciation. I judge people by different standards now, or maybe I just have some standards now – I'm not sure I did before.”

“The hypnosis part?”

“Not so spooky as people think. It helped me concentrate.”

“Are you still seeing him?”

“No, he said I was welcome to come back, but he felt his job was done.”

“Good for you. It's great to see a success story; so often those sessions never end.”

“I'm still working on some things, but he felt I have the tools for the job.”

Mark returned to the room and almost simultaneously Eric showed up at the door. Rory said good night and was about to leave.

Eric gave Rory a hug, “You know you're Darren's hero. You are 'one awesome dude' he told me.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Another very enjoyable read. A lot of "get down to business" particulars, and Rory protecting our young fledgling - poor, poor, mega-dick withers.

Vroom Vroom gets him all hot and bothered, then Rory gets his ass chewed - not in the fun way, by his boss, lol.

The detail you put into the interactions and planning. Real life come to the e-printed page.

Thanks, so much.

 

[justright25]

Interesting tale. The story is progressing extremely well and the twists and turns are just as delectable as in your last two stories. Don - It appears as though we are the only interested in following this story closely. Reed - Just keep on writing and you will not hear any complaints from us.

 

[EasyRory]

Session Seventeen


Rory was running through the latest edition of his fire safety program with Larry when Darren came in the door. “Larry, you're famous; or you're going to be,” he announced.

“What?”

“The Pacific Film Archive is going to preserve 'Back Flip Fuck'; archive you for posterity. That is, they will if they figure out who you are. It's considered a popular phenomenon, probably seen by more people than Hamlet. Should I tell them who you are?”

“Shit! What a mistake making that thing was.” Larry slumped into a chair. “Learn a lesson, Darren. No matter how desperate you are, never make porn.”

“What's going on Darren?” Rory asked.

“Wayne said they're going to catalog pornography and they are trying to work up a database profile for it. They want to use your program, Rory, with modified tables. There are amazing problems with cataloging it, such as phony names or no names, false statistics, unknown production companies. In Larry's case all they have is an incredibly good video and no information. I said that I knew Larry, but I didn't tell them a name, just that you live next door.”

“So they're not going to publicize anything specifically, they're just going to catalog films and videos?” Rory asked.

“That's what Wayne said. He said he's not even sure what will be worth cataloging and what won't. He brought up the Flip video as an example of one they're not sure about.”

“Well, that's not so bad, Larry. The video exists anyway and a little research will tie you to it. It's nothing that isn't already known.”

“It's just that the damn thing never dies out. It's always around,” Larry complained.

“You looked really hot in it and athletic, like an Olympic gymnast,” Darren said admiringly. “You looked like you were having fun making it.”

“I was, but not for the reason you think. I was pissed off at the photographer and he was fucking terrified to be the bottom.” In spite of himself Larry laughed at the memory. “I didn't actually … uh, flip right into him; but he thought I was going to and he was scared shitless.”

Darren looked at Rory and Larry worshipfully. “My brother knows the coolest people and he never tells me anything about them.” He switched his focus, “So should I tell the Archive I was wrong; you're not the guy?”

“But I am the guy, and they'll figure it out fast enough if they take the trouble to look. Go ahead and tell them if you want,” Larry acquiesced. “Water over the dam, under the bridge, whatever the expression is. Besides, that video is nothing compared to what they cooked up for Logan and Seth.”

Darren went next door to his room frustrated after hearing about the plan to revive Logan's reputation. It seemed the whole world was having great sex except himself. Tomorrow, I'm doing it with somebody, he promised himself. He reviewed his prospects. Seth was possible but it wouldn't be much fun; Seth was all about Seth and his cock was pretty small. Rory was his first choice, but that was a hopeless case, he decided. Wayne was ancient and kind of a freak. Larry was almost in Rory's category but it would seem weird with somebody he knew so well. Tom, hmmm... Tom was a possibility, not bad looking at all, eager for anything it seemed, but he'd tell everybody. Ted Dorrance was unpredictable, sometimes he was considerate and sometimes he wasn't, and he was way too much of a druggie. I could go into the city and see if I could get picked up, he thought; but that was risky and time-consuming. Shit ...

His thoughts drifted back to Rory. He had seen Rory on the lacrosse field wearing just a pair of shorts and it was pleasant torture. He could barely tear his eyes away from the muscles in Rory's back. He thought of the times Rory had touched him; he could still feel the arm around his shoulder, the hand on his head, just the warmth of Rory's body when they were huddling to discuss a play. Proximity and friendly gestures, but nothing more. Mmm, he thought, I'm getting stiff just thinking about him. What would a kiss be like? He stroked himself lightly, teasingly through his underwear and his cock hardened almost painfully. How could I get him to touch me? Darren wondered. What if we played rugby? Those guys get really close to each other. He wiggled out of the last of his clothing and lay naked under the cool bed sheet, thinking about a scrum, while he played with his balls and stroked his cock. Playing rugby, I could press right up against his ass. Darren envisioned the bulge of his jock gently pushing against Rory's sweats. I bet I could wedge it right into his … Fuck! He quickly yanked the sheet out of the way of his spurting cock, and stroked frantically, splashing his stomach with hot cum.

The logistics of a nineteen-year-old's masturbation, trying to keep it quiet and cleaning up afterward, while living in a house with a little old lady who never slept and another nosy, chatterbox roommate were getting to be a real pain. Tomorrow I will have real sex, Darren vowed as he returned from the bathroom and got back in bed.

Seth and Andrew listened to the bad news. The lawyer said Andrew's no-compete clause with Stein and Stein was iron-clad. “If you violate it, they can almost assuredly sue and win. The only question is would they want to. Would it be worth suing you? Not for any money, I would guess; but they might want to mark their territory, so to speak, to prevent anyone else from trying the same thing. You probably know better than I do whether they'd sue on principle.”

“They'd sue,” Andrew said.

“Ok, so I'll draw up a partnership agreement along the lines we discussed and you gentlemen can get busy making money some other way while you wait out the six months. The sale of the house to Rory will be completed and title transferred by the end of the week.”

From the law office, Andrew and Seth made a call on Chris a photographer who Andrew had supplied with models and whose work Andrew had sold to publishers in the past. He just wanted to make the call and introduce himself as working on his own now.

Chris was wrapping up a series of posed shots of a couple for a wedding album. “It's hack work, but it pays the bills,” he told Andrew.

“The groom was kind of cute,” Andrew said.

Chris laughed and said, “So you can't really work; you just want to say hello?”

“We can work, we just can't represent you for a while,” Seth answered.

“You could work as … what? You want to model?”

“Model?” Andrew asked.

“Sure. You're two very different types. Lean and angular versus smooth and solid. Light versus dark. We could shoot some arty stuff for a new book I'm working on.”

“No 'Back Flip Fuck' stuff, ok?” Andrew said.

“Nude, but nothing you're not comfortable with,” Chris promised.

“I don't know … Seth what do you think?” Andrew's question went unanswered as he watched Seth, already shirtless, slide off his jeans.

Seth aimed his underwear at Andrew like a slingshot and let them fly; they landed on his target's face. “What are you waiting for, Andrew? Get naked,” his new partner ordered.

Chris posed them variously or a couple of hours and then said it was over. “Standard nude fees, ok? It's not like you two are names.”

“Well, that was kind of a demeaning way to make a thousand,” Andrew said as they drove south.

“You feel demeaned standing naked with me? I thought it was kind of hot, considering what we used to do.”

“I didn't mean that, Seth. It was a reminder, but we never got hard or anything.”

“Maybe you didn't. I was hard half the time.”

They walked into what was now Rory's house. “Andrew, feel me. I'm hard as a rock.”

“Woo! We gotta get you a boy friend.”

“How 'bout just getting me fucked? I always loved the way you used to fuck me. Your cock is just right, just right,” Seth repeated as he felt the front of his partner's pant. “You can still get hard for me, can't you?”

“Seth, you said this wasn't part of the deal. Oh, man...” Andrew groaned as Seth's hand worked its way into his pants.

“It isn't part of the deal. It's just me making you an offer. You can have my ass in return for a good fuck.”

They went into the kitchen and Seth let his jeans drop to the floor. He stroked his cock and bent over the counter, pushing out his ass invitingly. “No talk. Just fuck me.”

Andrew grabbed a bottle from the refrigerator and poured some canola oil on his cock. He turned and started probing into Seth's asscrack. “I'm close to coming already, Andrew. Put it in me. Hurry! Fuck me! Oh, yeah! Do it!” Seth sobbed just once as Andrew penetrated, half his length the first time and balls deep on the second thrust. He spread his legs wider and braced himself. “Harder. Do it!” Seth demanded. He got what he asked for; Andrew felt a strange power satisfying someone who wanted it so much. He had never seen such a hunger for his cock before. He reached around and stroked Seth's cock making him come instantly. “Don't stop, don't stop,” Seth cried. “Fuck me! Pound me!” Andrew came explosively pumping and calling Seth's name over and over.

When at last it was over and Andrew's cock slipped free, Seth turned and looked at him. Seth's face was covered in tears, he took Andrew's face in his hands and began kissing him. Andrew pulled back and asked, “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to.”

“No, you were perfect. Just what I remembered. Your cock was perfect. Just what I needed. It hurt some; I wasn't used to you, but it was perfect.” Seth pulled on his clothes and hurried from the house.

“Tomorrow morning?” Andrew called but got no answer. He hurried to clean up the kitchen.

Darren set forth determined to at least set up something that might lead to sex. He wasn't sure what, but he was going to try. It started at work. “Tom, we usually get together after work at Rittler Park and play a little lacrosse, would you be interested?” Tom agreed and Darren got gutsy and asked him where he lived. “Ok, I'll knock on you door – probably around five or so.”

All right, I got a date, he thought as he caught a bus up to College Street in Oakland. From there it was an easy walk north to Wayne Withers office in Berkeley. “This is a great office, Wayne, close to the University Rec Center.”

“The Archive has a membership, but nobody ever uses it. Darren, we may just give up on the porn catalog idea. It's too hard to fact check and it's something the politicians would go crazy with.”

“What is the hardest fact to verify?” Darren asked.

“The true size of John Holmes' penis is one. Reports are all over the place and nobody knows for sure.”

“Seems like the best thing to do would be to measure real penises and put them on film at known distances from the camera. Then compare actuals with the porn versions. You'd need a range of sizes and something calibrated in the scene as a measure.”

“You make it sound easy. Where would you get real penises?” Wayne asked.

“The Rec Center probably has guys in every possible size you would need. They'd volunteer for the fun of it. All those gym bunnies like to show off. Or let them wear a mask if they're shy.”

By ten in the morning Darren had posted a notice in the gym saying men were wanted for a research project. “Must be willing to pose for photo naked with an erection. This is NOT pornography. Identities will be kept confidential.” By noon Wayne had a board with height markers constructed and a smaller gauge for penile measurements. By two o'clock a line of volunteers had formed. By three o'clock Wayne was disappointed.

“It's amazing,” he said to Darren, “how small most of those men were.”

“I guess that's why there are so few real porn stars. Girls can buy boobs; a guy's stuck with what he has forever. What do you need?”

“We got a couple dozen five and six inchers, but not many on either side of that.”

“You probably just want bigger ones, Wayne; how many mini-dicks are you going to find in pornography?”

“Right. Do we post another notice?”

“Well, there's us. I'm bigger than six and you are too, according to reports.” Darren stripped and said, “Seven and a quarter, according to the scale. Photograph me.” When Wayne was done he said, “Now you.”

Wayne started to protest but Darren said, “Just do it and get it over with.” He set the camera up at the four foot distance and waited while Wayne stripped and stroked. And he waited. And he waited. Wayne was having some performance issues. “How did Tom get you up?” Darren asked and as Wayne stuttered Darren began stroking him. It didn't take long. “Nine and a half,” Darren recorded and then took the pictures. “It sure looks bigger than that.” Wayne dressed and they were done for the day.

Darren stopped at a men's room on the way out. As he was almost finished a young man joined him at the next urinal. They traded glances and the young man motioned Daren into a toilet stall. There was a large hole cut in the divider. A portion of the young man's face appeared in the hole. He licked his lips and Darren got the message as well as his first blow job. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either and it didn't take long. The young man declined any reciprocity and Darren was on his way home with more experience than he had that morning. Maybe lacrosse would be enough for today with Tom. I'll put off my other plans, he thought.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
And the beat goes on . . .
Interesting Research project, lol.
All in the name of historical accuracy.

I continue to enjoy the life sagas of our guys.
Andrew and Seth - "Partners" in business and casual cum-a-raderie. Although it sounds like Seth is definitely becoming more human and less mercenary.

Thanks for the update!

 

[EasyRory]

Session Eighteen

Darren got home, changed for the park and walked a couple of blocks to see if Tom was ready. Tom was just arriving at the same time. “That's what the lacrosse players wear, huh?” Tom commented looking at Darren's unremarkable shorts and shirt. “I've never played it before.”

“It's like soccer except the players hit each other with sticks,” Darren said. Tom went into his room to change. He came to the door holding up some basketball shorts. Standing in a pair of boxers he asked, “Are these ok?”

Daren nodded and Tom put them on. “Want a drink before we go?”

“Water is fine. Funny thing at the Film job today,” Darren added.

“Yeah? I'm not surprised. Did Wayne succeed in setting fire to himself?”

“Not nearly. He couldn't get it up.”

“What???” Tom asked. “Rory's gonna be pissed if something bad happened again.”

Darren explained the size determination project and then the fact that he participated.

“So your dick's on file forever? Cool.”

“But Wayne couldn't get it up, so I helped him. Was that unprofessional?” Darren asked.

“Definitely,” Tom answered, rearranging his own cock. “But what else could you do? Did you blow him?”

“No I just stroked him a little and it worked.”

“Shit, I bet. It's working on me and you haven't done a thing.”

“I can see. You're a nice size. You would have been a good addition to the project.” Darren got things this far and didn't know what to do next. “Um, do you stick straight out or curve up?”

Tom stood and pulled his shorts down. “I curve down a little.” He felt a little foolish standing in fron of Darren with his cock sticking out, not quite sure what was up.

“Can I … can I try sucking you, Tom?” Darren asked. Tom stood closer and Darren tried.

“Is this your first time?” Tom asked, “because you're doing a terrible job.”

Darren pulled back, “I'm sorry. This really is my first time giving somebody else head.”

“Come with me.” Tom led him to the bedroom and undressed him. Darren was fully erect and getting his shorts off wasn't so easy. “Lie down and do to me what I do to you.” They sixty-nined and Darren only needed minor corrections from his teacher. A caution about teeth and a suggestion about swirling his tongue were about it.

When Tom sucked in Darren's balls while stroking his cock, Darren erupted. Tom barely got the pulsing cock back in his mouth before the flow of semen came. Darren sighed when it was over, “You're so much better than that guy in the men's room this afternoon. Let me finish you.”

“No, you don't. Not this time. Let's get our asses over to Rittler before people wonder if you got kidnapped.”

An hour and a half later they walked back to Tom's. “Now you can finish me if you want,” Tom said as they walked down the hallway. Darren eagerly took his shirt off and then got Tom out of his as they stood at the door. Recklessly disregarding possible interruption by neighbors, they grabbed each other's cocks and produced erections.

“Let's get out of the hall, Tiger,” Tom said and they walked in Devon who had brought a trick home and was mixing mojitos.

“Ted?” Darren asked, not sure of what he saw in the fading light. It looked like Ted Dorrance sprawled on the couch mostly undressed, wearing only boxers and socks.

With slurred speech, Ted replied, “Hey, fuckwad and friend. You always walk around showing off your dicks?”

Devon, stirring the pitcher and taking in the obscenely bulging shorts on Darren and Tom, noted, “He has a point. How many mojitos?”

“No thanks,” Darren said.

Tom surveyed the scene. “Just pass the pitcher; this looks like a long night. I'm Tom,” he said, attempting a fist-bump with Ted.

Ted grabbed the proffered fist and pulled him closer, feeling his erection. “Nice one.” Before Tom could react, Ted pulled his shorts down to thigh level and said, “Not too big and not too small. How 'bout you fuck me first?”

Tom backed away and pulled his shorts up, “One thing at a time, Ted.”

Devon moved on Darren, “You're cute, too.” He gently rubbed the front of Darren's shorts, feeling the constrained cock stiffen in response. Devon was like one of those Hindu statues with eight arms. In short order he had Darren's shorts on the floor and cock in his mouth. “Mmm,you are v-e-r-y nice.”

Tom watched his roommate's smooth success and let Ted do the same. The two still sweaty men stood next to each other getting their cocks sucked. Darren was starting to pump Devon's mouth; and Tom felt the pleasure as well. Tom looked at Darren and suggested, “We could fuck 'em. You want to?” The cocksuckers paused and waited for Darren's answer.

“I've never done that,” Darren said, a comment that Devon found exciting.

“Oh, it's not hard at all. I'll teach you,” Devon offered and took Darren's cock back into his mouth.

“You up for this, Ted?” Tom asked. “What are you on, anyway?”

Ted took Tom's dick out of his mouth and said, “I'm on your cock, man; don't you like it?” He went back to cocksucking.

Devon was on his feet and getting out of his clothes. Then he pulled Ted onto the floor and pulled his underwear off. He sucked Ted's cock while they waited.

Tom gave Darren a condom and demonstrated putting his own on. Darren copied him and gave him a little nervous smile. Tom pulled him closer with one hand on his ass and one on his cheek. He whispered to Darren, “I'd have been happy with just you, you know.”

Devon and Ted were fingering each other and starting to moan as they lubed each other's assholes. “Alright! Enough!” Ted complained, “he's not that big.”

“No, but I am,” Devon warned and Ted laughed.

Tom did it missionary and Ted was desperate for his cock. Lots of fuck me's and harder's were a little annoying to Tom, but he got into it and eventually and Ted settled down to enjoying the thrusts. Devon took another approach and told Darren that doggy was probably the best for a start. Darren didn't need much help and quickly figured out what went where, astonished only by how good it felt. Periodically Devon and Ted would kiss in the open-mouthed needy way of guys who are being fucked. Darren held Devon by the hips and pumped harder; he threw his head back in ecstacy as the pleasure build. Tom was pumping faster as Ted's legs first wrapped tighter around his waist and then went limp as Ted lay totally open and accepting. His high pitched moaning encouraged Devon to kiss him more. First Darren came and the final trigger was Tom reaching over and squeezing his ass. He grunted and pounded Devon who backed up into him in response. Tom's orgasm followed. They pulled out about the same time and sat back leaning against the wall.

“Ok?” Ted asked still panting. Darren was equally out of breath and just nodded. They watched as Devon added a condom and moved into position over Ted. He rolled him face down and pulled his ass up. The entry was slow but complete and Ted grimaced and sounded like he was in pain. Devon's cock overwhelmed Ted's senses and he began a steady moaning that sometimes sounded like words. Devon first pumped slowly with all his length and then faster moving just a few inches with each thrust. Both strokes were right for Ted who quieted and just repeated “Fuck me” over and over in tones that conveyed his growing pleasure. The only sign of pain from Ted was when Devon pulled out completely and told him to roll over. He resumed fucking and bent forward to kiss Ted now and then. Ted lay helpless in Devon's control being turned this way and that, fucked deep and hard and then teased with short strokes. Devon took his cock in hand and stroked a little. The squishy sound of the stroking told how Ted's cock was dribbling a stream of precum. Devon pressed Ted's pubic region with fingers and the flat of his hand, raising Ted's pleasure. He wet his thumbs and played with Ted's nipples drawing new and different sounds from the limp man. Finally he wrapped his arms around Ted's torso lifting him off the floor and holding him tightly against his body while his cock kept up its relentless pounding. Ted yelled, “I'm coming. Fuck me! I'm coming.” His gasps changed to whimpers as his orgasm ended but the pounding continued. Then Devon lowered Ted to the floor and bent his legs back against his chest; he came with a series of hard deep thrusts that reached a new depth causing Ted to cry out in pain and then clutch at Devon, holding him tight when it was over. Slowly the couple got their breath back and relaxed. Again Ted whimpered when Devon's cock slipped out of his ass. Devon scooped him into his arms and kissed him. “Ok?” he asked.

“I never want to leave here,” Ted said to Devon. Devon picked him off the floor and carried him to the bedroom.

“Wow,” the naked Darren said, still sitting on the floor. “Is he always like that?”

“Not with me, he isn't,” Tom answered.

“You were pretty hot, too. I think we should call you Engine again,” Darren said.

“You can call me whatever you want,” Tom said and gave Darren a brief kiss.

Darren smiled and said, “My first kiss.” But he didn't kiss him back.

As Rory walked back from the Park he listened to Seth and Andrew talk. “Andrew, do you know lots of um, available people, like those hookers you got for Logan's video?” Eric's scheme to turn the leaked, career-ending homosexual pictures of Logan into a spoof from a longer heterosexual video featuring Logan, Seth, and two hookers had been successful.

“I know a few people here and there who are open to most things.”

“What if we tried producing porn while we're stuck waiting for your contract limit to run out?” Seth asked. “We need some kind of cash flow or I'll have to hock my watch to pay the rent.”

“Times are lean,” Andrew admitted. “Rory, could we let Seth move in?”

“We can't leave him on the street,” Rory answered, not exactly answering the question..

At San Antonio Seth headed south, and Rory and Andrew walked north. Seth got home and was surprised Darren wasn't there. He had planned on hitting Eric and Z up for a little dinner, but needed Darren for an excuse to visit. Despite the intimacy resulting from the Logan video, he never felt entirely welcome nextdoor if he was by himself. To kill time he began sketching out scenes for porn production. He actually liked the Logan video and derived several foursome alternatives. He found he was almost equally excited by working out straight scenes as gay ones. He heard Darren come in and glanced at his watch. He had had an erection the whole hour he spent story-boarding his porn scenes. Somewhere he had heard prolonged erections weren't good for you, blue balls or something. Well, they aren't blue, he decided after a quick visual inspection but maybe tonight is the night to make another run on Darren. That boy so needs to get fucked, Seth thought.

Rory made a small salad and a couple of lamb chops for dinner. Andrew seemed preoccupied but was happy for the food. “When did you turn into a cook?” he asked. “That was good and just enough.” He gave Rory a kiss and helped clean up.

That night in bed Andrew was true to his never-say-no promise and joked about getting fucked as his payback for Rory's cooking. Rory enjoyed the sex and thought Andrew did, too, although Andrew hadn't said much. He felt better when Andrew rolled onto his side and looked at the naked Rory.

His eyes devoured Rory looking up and down his body, lingering at his chest, his cock, and his legs. “You have great legs,” Andrew said. “In fact you're just plain gorgeous all over.”

Rory relaxed and responded with a kiss to Andrew's compliment. Andrew hesitated and then continued, “So, Rory … You want to be in a porn flick?”

 

[DonQuixote]

So, Rory, do YOU want to be in a porn flick? lol.

Great chapter.
A little initiation of our timid but horny and ever eager "newby".

I still wonder about Ted, though. Is he hitting the pharmaceuticals?
Is he going to settle down with Devon?

You keep mixing up our cast of characters in the most interesting ways.


Thanks, again, for your continued efforts, bringing us the tale of the towns surrounding the bay.

 

[EasyRory]

Session Nineteen


Seth walked quickly to Park Street and used his fake ID to buy a small bottle of mint schnapps for his landlady. It was her weakness and he wanted her sleeping soundly before Darren got in. He returned home and greeted her in the kitchen. “Present from a new customer,” he lied, showing her the bottle. “I thought you might like it.”

“New customer? What are you doing these days, Seth?”

Seth explained that his talent agency mentor had lost his job and that they were starting out on their own. “It's a limitation that I'm still nineteen, but I'll be twenty-one in about fifteen more months. I can do most things except sign final contracts. How is the schnapps? My mother likes it, too. Can I pour you a touch more?”

“You certainly are ambitious. Starting out is hard.”

“I think if I knew how hard, I would have tried something else,” Seth said.

“I was a saleswoman at one point. I'll only bore you with one piece of advice. Sometimes if you can't get in the front door, it pays to hang around the back.” Seth nodded listening to her speech an decided that she could use another drink. “I don't mean the back door literally, just put yourself in the way of meeting your prospect outside of a work environment, socially or recreationally. I once closed a sale I thought was hopeless on the Claremont Hotel tennis courts.”

“What were you selling?”

Carolyn laughed, “You're expecting to hear buggy whips and hoop skirts? No, it was aluminum billets for Kaiser; I was their only female salesman. They gave me the little accounts to work on. I had to make three sales to make what the guys made on one.”

“My mother had the same complaint when I was a kid, I think she's doing better now. A touch more?”

“Do you talk to her much?” Carolyn asked and Seth was slow to answer. “Not my business, Seth; but don't cut her out of your life. You'll regret it eventually.” Carolyn rose and took her glass to the kitchen. Her speech betrayed nothing, but her walk was a little unsteady. “Ooooh, a touch too much, I think,” she giggled. They said good night and Seth went to take a shower.

Clean, dry, and naked, he lay on his bed in the dark waiting for Darren's arrival. He traced the length of his cock with his forefinger, feeling a stirring. He cupped his balls more than filling his hand; he was pleased with their heft. I have nice balls, he thought; I just got short-changed in the cock department. His ballsack puckered and pulled closer to his body as he teased it. His cock stiffened and ached for attention. Instead, he kept playing with his balls and let his other hand wander lower, inching into his asscrack. He massaged around his asshole, stimulating the area but not trying to penetrate. It felt good. He knew his cock would be dripping from the pleasure by now, but still he didn't touch it. I like getting fucked, he thought, maybe I like it too much. I like the way Andrew does it; his cock isn't huge but it's nice and he knows what he's doing, Seth told himself. The last time, I think he even tried to make me like it a little. Of course the best fuck was Eric when he was staying at that crappy Disney place in Burbank. Seth touched the tip of his cock and wiped off a big drop of precum. He laughed to himself at the way he had lured the reluctant Eric into sex. Except that I was the one who got fucked, you could say I raped Eric, Seth reasoned. Well, that is a big exception, but I was the one who climbed into the shower with him and got him so hard he was going nuts, and …

Seth lay still; he heard Darren climbing the stairs. He wrapped a towel around his waist and peeked out the door. Darren passed Seth's door smiling to himself still wearing his lacrosse clothes. A long scrimmage at the Park, Seth thought. He lay back on his bed and listened as Darren showered and returned to the next room. Seth waited a few minutes and then knocked and entered.

“Oh, 'scuse me,” he said but he didn't leave. He stared at Darren lying naked and face down on his bed. Man, what a sweet ass, he thought; I gotta have that.

“Hey, Seth, let me throw on a pair of shorts.” Darren moved to get up but Seth quickly sat on the bed next to him.

“That's ok. I was just wondering if you could check out my shoulders; I think I have a cramp. But you look like you need a massage more than me.”

“Thanks but I'm fine, just tired,” Darren said.

“Let me help,” Seth said; and before Darren could object he straddled the prone boys thighs and began kneading his shoulders. In the process, Seth's towel came open and he threw it on the floor

Darren watched the towel land in a heap and wondered what was up. We're naked and Seth's giving me a massage, he thought. It feels good, but it doesn't feel right. His hands are rubbing my shoulders; what's that rubbing my crack?

Seth lay down on Darren's back and pumped his hips. “Does that feel good?” he asked. He tried to insert a knee between Darren's legs and force them open but Darren resisted.

“No, it doesn't. I've told you before we're not doing this.” Darren struggled to get out from under Seth's weight without getting mean about it. That approach didn't work. He felt Seth's hand moving, his fingers searching for his asshole.

Darren flexed his body dumping Seth off the bed and onto the floor. Seth sprang to his feet as Darren leapt out of bed. Seth made a grab and Darren hit him twice in the face with his fists. Seth went sprawling back onto the bed with one hand holding his face. Darren stood over him breathing hard.

“What do you know, you like hitting me,” Seth sneered. “Look at your cock.”

Darren was fully erect with his cock rigid in front of him, bobbing as he breathed.

“Roll over,” Darren commanded and Seth just sneered.

“Make me.”

Darren smeared some sunblock on his dick and rolled the unresisting Seth over. He pulled him to the edge of the bed and entered him in one thrust. He put his hand over Seth's mouth to muffle his cry and fucked him hard, deep, and steady. It didn't take long before Darren came. When he stopped spurting he pulled out abruptly. Seth gasped. Darren stood back ready to fight, and watched Seth turn over. Seth's face showed his pain and his hard cock shower his pleasure.

“Jack me off, at least,” Seth said quietly. Darren complied and Seth shot his semen onto the floor.

“Clean that up,” Darren ordered. Seth wiped the floor with his towel and left. Darren collapsed onto the bed, not even thinking about what had happened. The ache in his cock felt good. Busy day, he thought as he fell asleep.

In the morning Darren went into Seth's room and shook him awake. Seth was still naked. He recoiled in fear that Darren wanted some further revenge. Darren looked at the black and blue mark on Seth's jaw and the slight bruise on his cheek. He touched the bruise and Seth flinched in pain. “You ok?” Darren asked. Seth nodded.” “So, let's not do that again,” he said. Again Seth nodded and Darren left.

Tom had spent a miserable night on the couch which was too short to allow comfortable sleeping. He got ready for work without disturbing the sleeping Devon and Ted who shared the only bed. He was shocked at how innocent Ted looked asleep. His wantonness the night before was not reflected in the morning freshness of his youth. Tom felt sorry for him and wondered what propelled his need. Why can't everyone be simple and uncomplicated like Cyril and Bernice?

Rory woke up first and woke up Andrew. “I ignored you last night, but in case you're still wondering …? I'll do porn when Monica Lewinsky's face appears on the hundred dollar bill – with her mouth open.”

“You woke me up to tell me that?” Andrew groaned and rolled over. Rory slapped him hard on the ass. “Mmm. Do that again,” Andrew said and went back to sleep.

Rory went to make some coffee and found Seth already at work. “What happened to your face?” he asked. Seth said he walked into a door in the dark.

Andrew came downstairs shortly after Rory had left and asked the same question. “What happened to your face?” Seth gave him the same answer. “Bullshit, what really happened?”

“Darren and I didn't agree on who was going to get fucked.”

“Jeez, if you are what the winner looks like, Darren must be dead.” Andrew examined the bruises closely.

“I lost. And before you ask, yes, I got ...”

“Doesn't matter who got fucked, although I figured it was you. Is Darren a good fuck?”

“Except for the pain part, yes, he is. I figured he was a virgin.”

Andrew gently kissed the bruises on Seth's face and then pulled his shorts down. “Do I have to fight you to fuck you?” he asked.

“No, but go a little easy today, ok?” Seth bent over the kitchen counter and braced himself.

Cyril and Bernice had an equally challenging night. Their difference continued even after Tom and Darren had arrived. “I just don't want it as often as you do,” Bernice hissed urgently. “Love, honor, and fuck on demand, aren't those the vows?” Cyril hissed back. “But not the way you want to do it,” Bernice continued. “I'm not asking for anything special,” Cyril justified.

“Do we need a referee here?” Tom asked. “Cyril, one of the facts of life is not all girls like it in the pooper.”

“That's not what we're talking about,” Cyril laughed.

“He's too big. That's the problem. He's too big. It hurts,” Bernice filled in.

“Um, I got nothing clever to say, here. I'd suggest a doctor. Or a sex therapist. By the way, according to certain advice, I'd like to say you can call me Engine again. Vroom, vroom.” He winked at Darren.

Rory arrived from his morning staff meeting. Their archiving program and the layout program that derived from Larry's safety application were more than decent sellers. The company was looking for some kind of patentable add-ons to protect sales before the competition figured out that the basic programs were based on open source code. “So think about it; see what you can come up with. By the way bonuses will be announced next week. I don't know numbers, but I hear they should support marriage plans.”

Tom and Darren left for Berkeley and Cyril went to confer with another team. Bernice hinted at her problem to Rory and then opened up when he asked. “It just hurts. I can't do it every night.”

“I'm no expert, Bernice, but I hear guys needs diminish over time. Can you wait him out?”

“I don't think so. It's never been painful before. You're almost as big and it was fine with you.”

“Then I'd go to a doctor. A gynecologist. Wait, let me ask Helene who she sees.” He dialed another team leader at the company and wrote down a doctor's name. “Helene says she is a very sympathetic woman. You can tell her anything.” Bernice returned to her workstation and Cyril returned from his meeting. Rory could see the love in his eyes as he exchanged looks with Bernice.

Tom and Darren caught the bus to College Avenue. At first they were a little shy with each other, but the awkwardness passed. Darren explained how he knew Ted, and Tom wondered aloud if he was getting a new roommate. “They sure seemed pleased with each other. I've never seen Devon that happy with somebody – and he's brought a few guys home before. I guess I should start thinking about living elsewhere. Devon was never supposed to be a long-term deal.”

They got off the bus and walked to Wayne's office. Rory pointed out the men's room where he got the blowjob. Tom said, “Noted, in case I get horny by the morning break.”

Wayne looked crestfallen when they arrived. “Mancini saw the shots we took and canned the whole project. He said we'd get fried in the press if word ever got out of a project to deduce the size of dicks from photos. He liked your image, Darren. I told him I wasn't sure who the model was. And he recognized me. That was surprising; we were together so long ago.”

Tom was direct, “Wayne you're babbling. What is he going to do with the work so far?”

“Discard it, I guess.”

“That's silly. Eadweard Muybridge took lots of nudes of men and nobody ever accused him of anything. And those men were never ugly.”

“You know Muybridge's work?” Wayne asked.

“Of course,” Tom responded. “Everybody does. What if the images were taken to determine development, rather than to make comparisons to porn? What data do you have about the models?”

“Quite a bit. Dimensions, a medical description, can't really call it a history, athletic associations. We have the model's personal information, although we promised not to use it,” Darren said.

“Hmm. Don't wipe any files yet. We need to think about this.” Tom changed gears. “It was brave of you to catalog yourself, Wayne. You're pretty unmistakeable.”

Wayne was still numbed by the news of the cancellation. “You two and Mancini are the only ones who would know.”

“Maybe that is what needs changing,” Tom observed. “Anybody as well built as you should be a little more famous. A LOT more famous, even.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Hmmm, sounds like our nervous research assistant is about to be propelled to fame among the film fuck crowd!

Do Seth and Andrew have a client w/ no competition involved?

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty

Rory noticed when he returned from his staff meeting that Bernice and Cyril were back to their former lovebird state. He announced the bonuses and put smiles on three faces. After Tom and the bonusless Darren left, he asked, “You two seem happy; problem solved?”

Bernice pretended not to know what Rory was talking about and Cyril subtly shook his head. Later he confided to Rory that one of Bernice's former Goth friends had apparently forgotten exactly where he left his earring. “She's quite ashamed. Don't say anything.”

“Why would the friend …?”

“Rory, don't ask; don't even speculate,” Cyril ordered. “All is now well … DOWN THERE.”

Darren rose and headed for the door. He saw Seth in his room. “Are we all right? Or is this gonna be a war?” Darren asked.

“I'm sorry I tried to … you know,” Seth said.

“I'm sorry I succeeded,” Darren said. “You are ok and everything?”

“I don't break that easily and it wasn't anything I haven't done before.”

“Are you playing lacrosse this afternoon? Everybody's going.” Darren invited.

That afternoon, so many showed up, including Ted and Devon, that there weren't enough sticks to go around, so two guys took turns sitting out. The game turned out to be an opportunity for odd little bits of information to be exchanged.

Devon, for example, insisted that Luke and Eric could not be on the same side. “Bad things happen when they team up,” he insisted. Eric and Luke could barely keep grins off their faces.

Rory admitted, “Kind of they do.” So the story of the paramedics dropping Devon down the flight of stairs had to be told.

“It used to be even longer?” asked an astonished Darren.

“How would you know, little brother?” asked Z.

Little brother blushed and Devon said, “It was all Rory's fault. He broke my dick off.”

Now Z was interested, “How much longer did it used to be?”

“I didn't break it off completely; it was just sort of bent. And it was the bed collapsing that did it anyway. You said it was too long, Devon; you said nobody could even take it,” Rory tried to defend himself while Andrew's eyes were like saucers.

“You think you know someone ...” Andrew sighed to no one in particular.

Ted Dorrance was aghast. “How could it possible have been too long?”

“Not just long, it was massive. That was the only word for it. Massive,” added Luke.

“Massive,” Ted echoed, shaking his head.

Devon couldn't stop, “Then he almost killed my roommate, Steve. Got back from the restaurant and Rory literally fucked his brains out.”

“It was only a concussion,” Rory insisted. At the memory of Steve Devon started laughing.

“Steve the Chef?” Z wanted to know. “The one I took cooking lessons from? Alameda is one small fucking island! Orinda wasn't like that - everybody fucking each other,” Z exclaimed about his home town on the other side of the Oakland Hills.

“That you know of ...” Darren said to his brother. “There was plenty going on in Diablo View. Aunt Ellen was working her way through the greens at the Country Club. Uncle Harry divorced her when they caught her with some guy on fourteen.”

Ted sidled up to Rory. Just as the conversation hit a lull he said, “That time in the truck was the best fuck I ever had.” Everyone heard him.

“Oops. Let's play lacrosse!” Andrew interjected. Darren and Rory sat out, literally, sitting on the ground.

“All that talk about you … did it bother you?”

“Well, a lot of it was exaggerated; people always make things sound more dramatic than they actually were.”

Darren said no more but shivered in the wind, and Rory put his jacket around him. “I don't know if I'll ever get used to the way the sky here can get so gray but it still doesn't rain. In New Mexico gray meant a gulley washer,” Rory said making conversation. Darren closed his eyes and enjoyed their closeness.

“Darren, do you like working with Tom and the rest of us?”

“I'm learning a ton of stuff; but I don't know if I'm cut out to be a programmer. I get lost in the details. Cyril loves the details.”

“He is good at it. With a little practice, anybody can write function modules, but Cyril has a great view of how they'll work together.”

“Tom said he used to be straight and Cyril used to be gay,” Darren abruptly changed the subject.

“I don't know about that; neither one of them was as happy as they are now. I think they both were living other people's expectations instead of their own; but they are proof that the sex you start out having isn't a any kind of limit on what's possible.”

“Like Cal and Larry?” Darren asked.

“Yes, and like Luke and Mark.” Then it was Rory's turn to change the subject. “I'm freezing my ass off. Let's run.”

They barely made a full lap around the Park before the game broke up and the players went their separate ways. Darren walked back with Larry, Eric, and Z; he forgot that he was wearing Rory's jacket until he got to his house. In his room he carefully folded the jacket and then held it against his face, breathing in its scent.

Rory, Andrew, and Seth ordered pizza and discussed their prospects for actually making a porn movie. Andrew thought Rory's night with Steve and Devon at the old Tiki apartments showed promise. Seth disagreed, saying it would make a comedy but porn lovers didn't want that much of a story. Rory just allowed that it was neither good fun nor good sex at the time it happened.

“Maybe, but knowing you, it sounded pretty hot to me; you do have a way of driving guys crazy,” Andrew said in a way that indicated he was looking forward to more than watching television with Rory that night.

Seth got the hint and left, walking the couple of blocks home by himself. As he walked in the door, Carolyn was walking out, meeting friends for dinner. He felt a little lonely and wondered what to do about food.

He knocked on Darren's door and opened it. “Hey, you want to do something about food?”

Darren was lying on his bed thinking about the film Archive, wearing boxers. “Mmm, something, I guess. What do you have in mind?”

Seth stared at Darren's body and went a different direction. “Are your nipples sensitive?” After an uncomfortable interval of silence, he added, “Mine are.”

“What do you mean by sensitive?”

“I mean if I play with them I get hard and if somebody else plays with 'em I come fast. Does that happen to you?”

“I don't know. I don't think so.”

“Let me try.” Seth sat on the bed and gently touched a nipple. Then he wet his thumb and gently rubbed. “Anything?”

“After you wet your finger, yeah. It gives me a prickly feeling.”

“Your nipples are bigger than mine,” Seth said. “I wonder if you feel more than I do.” Darren reached up Seth's shirt and touched. “Aaaah,” Seth said.

“You nipple is hard as a rock,” Darren said.

“Yeah, they get that way if you touch them.” He wet both his thumbs and played with Darren. Then he gently blew on the wet nubs and they tightened. “See, yours get hard, too.” Seth bent forward and swirled his tongue around Darren's nipple, drawing a quick intake of breath by Darren. His hand slid down Darren's chest and cupped a half-hard cock. “Is this better than trying to rape you?” Seth reached into the boxers and fondled the rapidly growing cock.

“Much better. You want to …?”

“Get fucked? I always want to get fucked. Where is that lube you used the last time?” Seth stood up and peeled off his clothes.

Darren slid out of his boxers and said, “On the dresser.”

Seth grabbed the sunblock and straddled Darren. First he dripped a tiny amount of the oil onto Darren's nipples and rubbed it in. Darren's breathing deepened and he reached down and tried to stroke both their cocks together. Seth squeezed the bottle some more and the oil flowed onto Darren's hand and their two cocks. Then Seth squeezed some oil into his hand and reached behind himself, lubing his asshole.

“Look at that cock of yours,” he said to Darren. “You're bigger than I thought.” He lifted up and positioned his body over Darren's slick cock. “Ready?”

Darren nodded and stroked Seth as he lowered his body slowly onto Darren's cock. Bit by bit he worked himself lower until his ass sat on Darren's pelvis, fully impaled. As Seth leaned forward to start pumping his body, Darren reached up and touched Seth's nipples. “Oh, yeah, just like that,” Seth sighed, “Rub them a little and then squeeze. My dick is already dripping.” They set up a slow fucking motion. Then Darren switched a hand to Seth's cock and Seth groaned and came at once. “Oh, God, that's great, keep fucking me,” Seth urged. Darren came quickly as he thrust up into the tight warmth of Seth's ass.

The mood was over and Seth looked down at Darren's stomach. “Little dick, much cum,” he stated.

“It's not so little,” Darren said as Seth mopped his semen off Darren's stomach and chest. “Let's take a shower.”

In the shower to Seth's surprise, Darren experimented with soap suds and nipples and erections, getting his fist around Seth's cock and stroking. “See, it's a nice one. Plenty big enough,” he said.

“You're amazing,” Seth said. “I thought you'd get all weird after sex and not want to talk or anything and here you are, going non-stop.”

Darren knelt under the spray. “I've been told I'm not a very good cocksucker, but here goes.” He took Seth's cock in his mouth and began sucking; the soap suds made finger fucking easy. Seth groaned and began playing with his own nipples as Darren took all of his cock. Seth came again and the feeling was so intense he had to lean into the corner of the shower to stay on his feet.

Darren's cock was hard but he told Seth he'd had enough. They rinsed off and then dried off. “That was nice,” Seth said almost shyly.

“I'm not very experienced, but I'm willing to learn,” Darren said.

“I think you're a natural; that stuff in the shower couldn't have been better. I've never come twice so fast before.”

“We're not going to fall in love or anything, are we?” Darren asked.

“No, I don't think so; but I'm ready any time you want to do this again.”

“Food?”

“Let's go.” As they walked to Park Street, Seth told Darren the plans for making a porn flick. When they got back Carolyn was still out and Seth said, “What do you think? I owe you one.”

Darren just grinned and Seth continued, “Let's use my bed this time, it's bigger.” It was bigger but the springs were really noisy. At a particularly hot point, when he thought it wouldn't be noticed, Seth gave Darren a little kiss on the neck.

He was right; the kiss went unnoticed.

 

[rocabar]

Another great installment- Thanks EasyRory!

 

[seanystarr]

rory... lovin your work

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
A very nice update, indeed.
Recapping the ass't "happenings" as everyone gets brought UP to speed.

And the back at the ranch goings on were pretty nice, too!

Thanks!

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-One

“With this Ring I thee wed, with my Body I thee worship, and with all my worldly Goods I thee endow ...”

Cyril pronounced the vow in a strong voice that echoed through the church. The wedding was as traditional as Bernice could arrange and Christ Episcopal seemed almost Roman Catholic that day, except with much better music. Rory, Tom, and Darren were ushers and Cyril's younger brother Matt was the best man. As the formal photographs of the wedding party were wrapping up, Tom whispered to Darren, “I think Matt has possibilities.”

“Definitely, I nailed him after the rehearsal,” Darren said. “He's looking for looooove.”

“When did you become a cynic?” Tom sounded disappointed in Darren. “You're not supposed to do that until your heart has been broken.”

“Who said it hasn't been?” Darren answered cryptically. “Is it tradition that we have to fuck the bridesmaids? Rory went home with Cheryl after the rehearsal.”

“So that's why she's glowing today. It probably wouldn't hurt if we were a little attentive. You want to see if we could do a foursome? Jeanne and Maggie aren't that bad.” Darren didn't reply and Tom continued, “What amazes me is how good Bernice looks – like she's at the Junior League Ball. The piercing holes are almost invisible.”

Andrew was there working; Bernice had hired him as a wedding planner and he was earning every penny. He overlooked nothing and his taste matched hers, traditional with a hint of trendy. He got Chris to be the photographer, so the pictures were sure to be attractive with a touch of eroticism.

The only real surprise was having Istanbulla pop out of the wedding cake. It was almost tastefully done. Izzie was in the white dress and it blew up as she exited the cake. “Oh,” she said in Marilyn's trademark whispery voice, “This was supposed to be the bachelor party.” It proved to be a good ice-breaker before the dancing started.

At an appropriate hour, Bernice and Cyril left for their Mexican 'luna de miel' and Tom snagged the keycard for Bernice's changing room. “No sense letting it go to waste,” he told Jeanne. “If we made it real dark, would you mind if Maggie and Darren were in the next bed?”

Jeanne rolled her eyes and said with disdain, “Everything turns into a frat party. Oh, why not … Darren's cute enough and Maggie is famously silent during sex.”

The foursome turned out to be two couples in close but not intimate proximity and everybody was pleased if not ecstatic with the results. Jeanne had gorgeous tits and Tom told her so; she in turn complemented him on his sensitivity to her needs. Maggie remained famously silent and Darren showed his satisfaction by coming twice, although he was looking at Tom's ass when he came the second time. The next morning the girls left first and the guys followed after taking showers.

“Well, that wasn't too bad,” Tom observed without a lot of enthusiasm.

“You know what I want now?” Darren questioned.

“What?”

Darren just looked at him. They drove to Tom's apartment and had some “real” sex, as Tom called it. When it was over, Darren lay back relaxing while a happy Tom learned all about his body while kissing him in different places. Finally Darren giggled, “You cut guys are so into foreskin. You're starting to tickle me.”

Rory didn't go anywhere with Cheryl after the wedding; once after the rehearsal was enough. He went back home and listened to Andrew and Seth continue their debate about the porn flick. “You won't make any money talking about things you're going to do. Shoot a few scenes and see if you're any good.” Rory suggested. Then the debate shifted to an endless discussion of casting. Rory, disgusted by the inaction, went to Eric's house to see Larry.

Larry was upbeat, considering it was a Saturday night and he was home alone. His welcoming hug and his excitement cheered up Rory. “Look at this fire engine,” Larry said, showing Rory the second gift he had received from Logan.

“It's beautiful. It's a perfect model. See, Larry, you said he'd forget you in ten minutes and he isn't forgetting about you at all.”

“Yeah, it's kind of nice being chased by a movie star.”

“But … ?”

“But Cal's engaged. I got a call from his sister last night with the news.”

“Still hurts?

“A little.” Then Larry brightened, “Ah, fuck it. How is it for you being a homeowner?”

“The house is fine, I guess. Now a leak in the pipes is my problem. Andrew is kind of nuts over what to do with his time. He can't work as an agent for a few more months and he's obsessed with making a porn flick. He keeps asking me to be in it; but I don't want to do it. I owe him, yeah, but I don't owe him that much.”

“Don't do it. Believe me, don't do it. You can't believe how often I keep hearing about that dumb video I made.”

“It wasn't dumb; it was spectacular; but I know what you mean. I'm starting to think maybe I ought to be in a porn flick. I fucked a girl last Thursday.”

“So? What's wrong? A little variety … and that.” Larry smiled at Rory's confession.

“Nothing, I guess. I liked it. She liked it. Andrew thought it was “cute” he said and then without thinking twice he asked whether I'd do a bisexual porn flick.”

“Andrew has never expected the two of you to be exclusive, don't forget. You have to keep that in mind. Fooling around doesn't mean anything important to him.”

“He always pretended that, but it does hurt him a little. At least it used to. Now, I don't know.”

“You can always do the classic thing and work your ass off while you sort this out,” Larry suggested.

“I'm doing that. The company made me a vice-fucking-president! Don't say anything, ok? It's embarrassing. 'Team Leader' was good enough; I can't put 'vice president' on my card.”

“I saw Tom wearing that 'I Work for the World's Best Boss' shirt again. You could put 'God' on your business card and it would be alright with him.”

“Yeah, but he's ...”

“... just one of dozens who love working for you, I bet. Well, your vice-presidency, we have to celebrate.” Larry pronounced the title as if it was royal. “Let's go to Tucker's for an ice cream.”

They were ready to walk out the door when Rory impulsively hugged Larry. “I wish I loved you,” he said. “I mean, I do love you, but not ...”

“I know what you mean. You're my best friend in the world and I think most of the time that's better than love.” They hugged a bit longer, making each other smile. “Oh, shit,” Larry laughed. Eric and Z were walking up the path and once again had caught them in a modest sort of flagrante delicto.

Rory invited the new arrivals. “We're going to Tucker's. Want to come?”

“Alright,” Andrew told Seth, “It's decided. You and Devon will do one scene. Ted, Istanbulla, and I will do the other.”

“It's not decided. Devon is creepy,” Seth said.

“Jeez, it's your second scene and you're already a diva!” Andrew groaned. “He's not creepy, just a little insincere in his manner. You have to be professional. If the script says you fuck Quasimodo, you fuck Quasimodo and tell him how hot he is.”

“Insincere? He thinks you can jack off a car by the shift knob to get better mileage.”

“But have you seen his dick, my little fuck slave?” asked Andrew in his mildest tone.

“I'm NOT your little fuck anything!”

“Nine plus inches.”

Seth paused. “Really?” He squirmed in the chair. “That's bigger than Darren. Bigger than Eric.”

“My dear partner, you are such a slut.” Seth started to react. “Now, don't get all offended. I admire an honest man,” Andrew soothed. “You love getting fucked and there's no shame in that. Danger, maybe; but no shame.” After a pause, Andrew said, “Darren AND Eric? You make me feel so inadequate.”

“Not at the same time! What do you think I am?”

“You are my dear partner and I am contractually bound to love you in addition to splitting the profits if there ever are any and providing the condoms when you insist and fucking you in the style you specify when you want and consulting you on all manner of inconsequentialities, like do you want me to get you naked right now or just suck you off through your fly?” Andrew knelt on the floor at Seth's feet and put his hands on Seth's thighs.

Seth regarded him skeptically. He spread his legs as he watched Andrew massage the front of his jeans and then nibble gently on the resulting bulge. Seth's cock got hard before he could think much more about what was happening; he thought of Rory's admonishment to act not talk. “You've never just sucked me off before.”

“You never seemed to want it in any major way before.” Andrew unhooked Seth's jeans and pulled them and his underwear off. “Semi-naked, ok?” Andrew asked and Seth nodded. “I give a pretty good blow job,” Andrew stated and proceeded to demonstrate.

Seth was getting into the blowjob, running his hands under his shirt, teasing his nipples, but he still couldn't get into it for its own sake. “Do you want to fuck me? You can, if you want,” he offered, while Andrew licked his cock.

“This is all for you, babe. Just enjoy. No effort required on your part,” Andrew assured him before he began deep-throating. “Think of Devon's nine plus,” he mumbled, his mouth full of cock, his hand full of balls. “Am I neglecting something?” Andrew asked and he began sucking Seth's nipples as he jacked him off by hand. He switch positions, tweaking Seth's nipples by hand and again deep-throating his cock. Seth groaned a mighty “Oh, Fuck!”, went rigid in the chair, and spurted his load down Andrew's throat.

Seth lay back limp in the chair watching his cock deflate as Andrew resumed working from his check list; a very small wet spot showed on Andrew's pants as he tugged a bit to rearrange them. “Ok, so first, you and Devon do a simple seduction scene, doggy, then missionary; Ted and Istanbulla will be fucking and interrupted by me; then we both work on Ted. You know, I bet Istanbulla already has her own strap-on. We can save that expense.”

As usual, as always, Andrew and Seth used each other shamelessly, each in his own way for his own ends; but where was the harm? They were both getting what they wanted, riding the curl of the waves of their lives. The individual cost was minimal; any lasting damage had already been done.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Wedding Bells are ringing, and the bridemaids are clinging . . .

and Andrew's slurping up Seth's cum . . de dum dum DUM!

Just another day in Alameda with our horny gang of guys.

Thanks!

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Two

Tom was torn between driving and looking at his passenger. No wonder Darren thought the best man was 'looking for looove', Tom thought; I bet anybody he fucks is looking for a something more from him, whether it's love or just another night in bed. I'd sure like more – on just about any terms. He just sits there looking so hot and so available and that's a perfect dick he has. How can I get him in bed again?

Darren sat in the passenger's seat while they drove to the Film Archive's office thinking his own thoughts. How can I get Rory's attention, he wondered; if I tried anything he'd just laugh and say no. Wait. No, he wouldn't; he'd be polite, reasonable, thoughtful, careful not to hurt me, and then he'd say no. I almost fainted when he put his jacket around me. I want to try getting fucked, but I want him to do it. How can I ever get him in bed?

Tired of his pointless daydream, Tom spoke up. “So I figure with Wayne's appreciation for porn he'll be fine with appearing in Andrew's flick. Agree?”

“Maybe. He's not an idiot, though; just kind of timid.”

That's what I mean. I figure I can talk him into meeting Andrew; and Andrew can talk him into anything. You think I'm being too calculating, Darren?”

“No. That's how Andrew and Seth think. That's what show business is like according to Eric, cut to the chase and all.”

So in the office Tom was direct, even pointed. “Wayne, you'd have a better understanding if you were actually in a movie. A friend is making one, you ought to be in it.”

Wayne was flattered but reluctant. “I can't act. What would I do?”

“I think a Zen approach would be correct for this movie. No Shakespearean poetry, just feelings and association with the scene. At least come to a try-out; there is lots to be learned just from that.” Tom's pitch worked and the appointment at Chris' studio was made.

Andrew and Seth had already concluded that Ted, Devon, Istanbulla, and themselves would be more than enough of a cast to produce a sample, trying different techniques and ideas. Nevertheless, Andrew had Seth post try-out invitations at a few of the colleges and gay bars. The invitation was explicit; a triple-x rated filming involving a range of gay and straight acts. Came the day, the number of candidates, most of which were men, exceeded their expectations by dozens.

Andrew eyed the crowd and invited them in ten at a time. “Ok, this is about nudity, so lets start there. Get naked please and line up where Seth is standing. Anybody who doesn't want to do this should leave now.” Inevitably, despite the stated terms of the invitation, a few would leave, having lost their nerve or gained a clearer understanding of the job. Andrew and Chris would look over the prospects quickly and clinically. It was easy to reject two-thirds the applicants for physical shortcomings of one sort or another, but from each group they selected two or three for further consideration. The first screening left them with about ten prospects, two of whom were women. Chris then took light meter readings and the crowd was reduced to five, still including the two women.

Cutting the crowd to four, one man was rejected because his complexion was very white. Andrew called a lunch break and told Seth to get rid of the pale face. When the others had left, Seth confronted Gareth the Pale. “To get the right light levels in the scene, the makeup requirement would be extensive and expensive. I'm afraid we can't use you; but, if you want, we'll keep you on file if something should come up,” he said. Gareth's response was to take Seth in his arms and start making love to him. Gareth was masterful and Seth was willing.

“Am I a good enough kisser?” Gareth asked. Seth could only nod and hope for more. “And my dick. Is it big enough?” Gareth asked as he removed Seth's shirt. He teased Seth's nipples with his fingernails. “Well, is it?”

“Oh, yes; nothing wrong with your dick,” Seth said, quickly kicking off his shoes and pushing his pants down. Gareth placed his cock alongside Seth's and the difference in size was unmistakable.

“I usually don't have any trouble staying hard,” Gareth said as he stroked the two cocks in his hand. He licked and then sucked one of Seth's nipples, causing a gasp from Seth. “My nipples aren't as sensitive as yours, so I can hold off ejaculating long enough to get a lot into the scene.” He knelt and took Seth's cock into his mouth; he soon had Seth ready to explode and stood up again. “See, still rock hard. No fluffer breaks needed. Try sucking me.”

It was Seth's turn to kneel. He tentatively sucked on Gareth's cock. “Can you deep throat me? There you go. See, I'm still not close to coming,” he said as he face-fucked a gagging but uncomplaining Seth, shoving his cock down Seth's throat. “I usually start to generate a lot of precum, once the prospect of fucking is at hand.” He lowered Seth onto the pile of their clothes, providing a little comfort and raised his legs. “I can tease a man or a woman pretty well,” Gareth stated as he probed Seth's hole, sticking just the head of his cock in and then pulling it out over and over. “The angles are good for filming and my dick juice makes it easy.” Gareth pushed in deeper and Seth gasped.

“You're good. No question. Ahh! Slow!” Seth felt some pain as Gareth pushed into him.

“Arch your back some. No the other way. That's right.” Gareth was long-dicking Seth with slow regularity, keeping constant pressure on just the right parts. Seth's sounds turned to pleasure and then something needier, something more demanding.

“Yes, yes, keep it up! Don't stop!” Seth groaned and cooed and tried to push himself off the floor to take more of Gareth's cock.

“I can keep this up as long as the director needs or I can speed it up. You know, bring things to a climax,” Gareth said as his thrusts picked up speed. “Sometimes, if I time it right ...”

Seth groaned and started pumping out a hands-free explosion of semen. Once Seth passed his peak, Gareth pulled out and with a couple strokes and a few grunts added his cum to the pools on Seth's belly and chest.

A panting Seth pulled him frantically into a kiss but Gareth resisted. “I can do kissing; but it isn't my favorite thing. I'll do whatever the director requires, though.” Then he kissed Seth once passionately and once sweetly; but then he broke it off, instantly returning to a professional attitude. “I could do the makeup part myself,” he said standing over the limp body of Seth. “I'd only need a little help with my back and a visual check.” Gareth was dressed before Seth even got his breath back. “So could you reconsider using me?” he asked.

“Definitely,” Seth said, urgently looking for something he could use to wipe himself off. “I will tell Andrew and Chris about this. The other guys may be the right color, but you … you have the right … uh, attitude.”

“Great,” Gareth said, smiling for the first time. The sun came through the windows highlighting the copper of Gareth's auburn hair and Seth thought he looked like an angel, a conquering angel. “I try to be professional, Seth, but now I can tell you that with YOU that audition wasn't hard to do at all.”

Seth pulled his shirt back on just as Andrew, Chris, and the prospective models returned. “Gareth, can you do a backflip?” He heard a whispered I-can-learn in reply and turned to Andrew. “Andrew, I think we should call the company 'Back Flip Productions' and use Gareth to model our logo – sort of like the MGM lion. He wouldn't need makeup in a solo shot and his light coloring could morph into a dazzle of light. It would be cheap and easy and associate us with an already popular video.”

“So says the owner of forty-nine percent. I guess I have to agree. Work it out with Chris for timing. Ok, people, let's work out skills and schedules.”

The lacrosse session was kind of lame that afternoon. It was just Eric, Z, Rory, Tom, Darren, and Ted. Z left early to cook dinner; he was trying something complicated and then Ted left. That meant a lot of running for the remaining four and when it broke up Eric invited Rory and Tom for dinner. Tom declined, but Rory agreed since Andrew was expecting to be late.

Rory and Darren got cleaned up and reassembled for Z's piece de resistance, which involved fish. Rory and Darren were sitting on the front porch talking while Eric and Z got the meal ready. Then Z asked Darren for a little help leaving Rory alone.

Darren set the table for five since Larry was expected home any minute and then returned to the kitchen to see if Z needed anything else. Eric was looking at a box on the counter. “Another box for Larry,” he explained.

“From Logan?” Darren asked.

“I guess. All the box says is International Trading Company, Hong Kong,” Eric read off the address label.

“Quit being nosy, Eric. Would you get Rory, Darren?” Z ordered and asked.

Darren walked out the front door and saw Rory with his eyes closed and his head back in the chair. “Rory?” Darren called softly. There was no response. Darren got a tempting idea and resisted it for about seventeen seconds. He walked quietly over to Rory and gently kissed him, barely letting their lips touch.

Rory stirred and put a hand to Darren's cheek. Darren felt a bit of return pressure. Then Rory opened his eyes and was startled. “Darren. What…?”

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. Dinner's ready.” Darren smiled and immediately walked back inside pretending nonchalance to hide his inner turmoil. Yes! Darren said to himself. I guess he noticed that. Darren had such a grin that Z asked what was going on. Darren passed the question off casually saying he was thinking of something funny.

The four of them sat down and started a on the first course. “Tuna ceviche,” Z explained. “I made a lot in case the sea bass sucks.”

“It won't,” Eric said and then welcomed the late comer Larry to the table.

“Sorry to be late. I brought some dessert from Boniere's. Apple tart and also some rolls for breakfast in case everybody is too drunk to go home,” Larry joked and joined the table.

“Drinking … not one of my vices, yet,” Darren said. He got a secret smile from Rory.

As they were finishing their meal there was a heavy knock at the front door. Eric went to answer it. The greeting was brusque. “Alameda Police. I'm Detective Becker and this is Sergeant Dixon. I have a few questions. May we come in?”

Eric invited the men in and explained they were at dinner, but just finishing. He made introductions.

“We would like to get some information from anyone who knows Devon Brown or his roommate Thomas Turner.”

There was silence at the table. “We were all playing lacrosse at Rittler Park with Tom,” Eric looked at his watch, “about forty minutes ago. It's a regular scrimmage; we play almost every day. Devon was there a few days ago; but I haven't seen him since.” Everyone at the table nodded.

Sgt. Dixon took names and addresses. Rory had to correct his spelling, “I spell it D-i-c-k-s-o-n, Sgt. Dixon.”

After few more probing questions to establish whereabouts and times Devon and Tom were last seen, Detective Becker announced, “Devon Brown was found dead in his car. We're still investigating the cause. We may need to question you all further.” They left and a hubbub of questions without answers ensued. As they finished the apple tart another knock sounded at the door. This time Z answered.

“I went to Rory's house and he wasn't there, so I came here to … Oh, hi Rory, Darren, everybody,” Tom said and then fell silent. He sounded almost numb.

“The police just left. They told us ...” Eric explained.

Tom look terrified, “They think I did it. They think I murdered Devon.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
You certainly know how to spice up the story!

Things are cruising along, nicely, then the bomb shell from the police.

Your writing continues to captivate, in its comfortable yet not, way.

Thank you for continuing the Alameda sagas.

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Three

“We don't actually have a suspect; Mr. Brown's death may have been a suicide,” Sergeant Dixon told Rory. “But there are some inconsistencies we need to explain,” he said to everyone in Rory's living room.

Tom had moved into Rory's house while Devon's apartment remained a posted crime scene. Rory, who was not a cook, had ordered pizzas for a post-lacrosse dinner. Eric, Z, Darren, Tom, Andrew, and Seth listened to the sergeant.

“Mr. Brown was recently diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis,” Sergeant Dixon said.

Five voices asked, “What?” Rory said, “I didn't think that was fatal.”

“The coroner's report says it is sometimes fatal but only after years of progression. Mr. Brown's father had AS, so Mr. Brown knew how disabling, disfiguring, and painful the disease is. We believe he may have attempted suicide by overdose of MDMA rather than endure the disease. The coroner stated that she found evidence of an orgasm in his car shortly before his death. What is doesn't fit is the fact that his neck was broken from being pulled or pushed sharply backwards over the car seat.”

“What evidence of an orgasm?” Rory asked.

The sergeant blushed slightly and said, “There were traces of semen in several places. On Mr. Brown and on the car seat. The semen shows two types of DNA, indicating someone else was present. We are looking for a match for the second person's DNA. I'd like to take throat swabs from you all. You have the right to object and the right to consult a lawyer.” No one objected and the swabbing was over quickly.

“Do you think the break could have been the result of very exuberant sex?” Z asked.

“I don't know. Personally, I can't imagine it, but my experience is limited as regards … er, Mr. Brown's preferences.”

“Totally ignorant or 'limited'?” Andrew wanted to know. The sergeant didn't answer him. “Come on, that other cop asked me to name every sex partner I've ever had. We need to know how much of the basics of gay sex you understand. Like can you figure out how the break could have happened?”

“Limited; very limited,” Sergeant Dixon said.

“Here's a lesson, Sergeant. Come here, Seth. Climb onto me as if I'm fucking you in a car seat.” Andrew with Seth's assistance then demonstrated how Devon and another man could have been in a position that could break Devon's neck. “See, Sergeant,” Andrew said. “It would have been easy to break Devon's neck. It could have been deliberate or it could have been in the excitement of their orgasms, either way,” Andrew explained.

“Ok, um, I see. I'll check whether we can duplicate that in the front seat of the actual car.”

“Be glad to help,” Andrew offered. “You can get off of me now.” He pushed at Seth, who whispered something to him urgently. “Nobody gives a damn, Seth.” Seth moved quickly from Andrew's lap to the floor. He failed to hide an obvious erection. The sergeant looked alarmed at the way things were going and terminated the visit.

Rory escorted the sergeant to the door. “Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Dickson.”

“Call me Rory, Sergeant.”

“I'm Tim. Is everybody here homosexual?”

“Technically, a couple of them are bisexual,” Rory answered.

“Not Andrew,” the sergeant speculated.

Rory laughed, “No, not Andrew.”

“Well, thanks again.”

“Good night, Sergeant Dixon,” Rory replied.

“What the hell is ankylosing spondylitis?” Andrew demanded when Rory was back in the room.

“It used to be called curvature of the spine. Imagine looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame and feeling a lot of pain a lot of the time. It's strikes mostly guys between twenty and forty and is incurable,” Rory explained.

“How do you know these things?” an amazed Andrew asked.

“I read,” was Rory's reply.

Tom said he was going back to the apartment. Devon's mother and sister were coming in the morning to take Devon's things.

“Are you sure you want to be alone?” Rory asked.

“Yeah, don't worry. I'll be fine,” Tom said.

Darren walked him home. They paused at the door and then, without discussion, it was mutually understood that Darren would stay for the night.

“This isn't for sex; it's just for company,” Tom told Darren as they climbed into bed. And that was the plan until Tom shivered in the chill of the bay air and Darren gathered him into his arms. It was so comfortable lying together that Tom thought he'd just give Darren a little kiss of gratitude. It was supposed to be on the cheek. That was where Tom aimed, but Darren's lips got in the way. Tom broke the kiss and with the smallest delay Darren resumed it. They wiggled out of their underwear and enjoyed the sensuality of near total bodily contact and the stirrings from each other's touch. Lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, followed eventually by sleep. There was no sex, at least not the physical completion of the act. There were erections, of course; and every now and then they could feel the slick moisture leaking from their cocks. Instead of orgasm, there was ease, comfort, and complete familiarity. They knew sex could and probably would come another time, but on that night simple intimacy and affection were more than enough.

Wayne's private audition came the next day. Tom and Darren took him to the studio Chris used and then faded out of sight while Andrew literally took the measure of Wayne. Andrew's forceful matter-of-factness and detachment had Wayne out of his clothes in no time. “We can call it an honest ten inches, rounding off.” Andrew said, winding up his measuring tape. “Amazing, Wayne. Are people frightened of you?”

“I don't think so. I never get far enough to find out,” Wayne answered.

“Here's an address. Ask for Laurel and place yourself in her hands. Come back tomorrow, ok? Now that Devon is dead, we need someone like you.”

In the car Wayne showed Tom the address of the barber shop. “That's more than a barber shop. That's where Andrew sent me, too. You'll like it.”

“What did he mean about Devon being dead? Who was Devon?” Wayne asked.

“He was my roommate,” Tom said as if that answered every question; and Wayne was too polite to ask any more.

The three of them went to the 'barber shop' where Wayne got a hair cut, a facial, and a manicure. The difference was dramatic. He didn't turn from frog to prince charming; but suddenly he looked stylish and hot even in the same old nerdy clothes.

“Andrew will tell you how to buy clothes, too, Wayne. He totally changed me. Here, let me,” Tom said, unbuttoning the top button of Wayne's shirt. “You look great just with the haircut and the toner. You know, kind of powerful, a completely different look.”

Professor Mancini was taken aback. In fact, he was flabbergasted. “Withers, I almost didn't recognize you. What have you done to yourself?” Mancini continued staring.

“I found a good barber,” was all Wayne said. He walked a little taller, a little straighter, and a little slower, noticing people noticing him.

Tom and Darren almost finished the data capture that afternoon; they had only a day or two of work left. “We'll have to find you more to do; I believe your contract is open-ended,” Wayne said determinedly. “I'm used to having you both around; you don't whine all the time like graduate students.”

On the way back to Alameda Darren asked Tom, “Is it hard to talk about Devon?”

“A little. We weren't great lovers, or anything; but it was fun being around him and we did spend some time in bed when nobody else was there. I think he was good at his job. He had a lot of friends. His mother and sister were nice to me this morning; I was worried about that.” Suddenly there were tears in Toms eyes. He pulled to the side of the street.

“Do you want me to drive?” Darren asked quietly. Tom shook his head yes and slid across the seat while Darren went around the outside of the truck to the driver's door. Tom covered his face with his hands and sobbed out loud, but only once. Darren drove the company truck back to Alameda; halfway there he took Tom's hand in his own and held it for the rest of the trip. On arrival Darren went to report their return to Rory while Tom stopped in the men's room to wash his face.

“Look who's back,” Rory said.

“What? Of course,we're back. Tom will be right in,” Darren explained.

“No, no. Cyril and Bernice are back.”

“Back from fabulous Ensenada,” Bernice said, batting her eyes and waving a mouse pad in front of herself like a fan. “Si, señor,” added Cyril who was already working in his old cubicle.

Tom got a similar warm greeting when he came into the office; and only Darren noticed his slightly blood-shot eyes. Tom gave Bernice a little kiss and then decided what the hell and gave Cyril one also. “Good news, Rory,” he said. “Wayne Withers wants to extend our contract. We've only got a couple more days to go on the original task description, but he's looking for more work.”

Rory took a phone call from Professor Mancini and was soon smiling broadly and giving a thumbs-up to Tom and Darren. He hung up and announced that the Berkeley Art Museum, which was related to the Film Archive, wanted to include their extensive holdings in the Film Archive's database. “We need to hire,” said Rory.

“By the way, does anybody know a guy in Alameda named Eric Malone?” Cyril asked. “Some high school athletic coach in Ensenada asked if we knew him.”

“I know him. He lives next door to me – with my brother and another guy.”

“Ok, just tell him the coach says 'Hola',” Cyril said and went back to work.

“I'm ok, Darren,” Tom said as they left the office for the day. “You can ...”

“I'll go to your apartment with you; ok? You don't know what's even left if all Devon's stuff is gone. Maybe it just your clothes piled on the floor. Who knows? Then we could go to the park. Gotta keep you busy.”

They arrived and entered the apartment, which was pretty well cleaned out. Devon's mother and sister had taken anything that looked valuable. “Which is reasonable,” Tom said. “The good stuff was all Devon's. I guess there's enough left for survival. Look, they left the mojito shaker. If Devon loved anything it was his mojitos.” He looked in the kitchen cabinets. “They took the rum. Want a no-rum mojito?”

Darren could see that Tom was hurting. He put his arms around his friend and hugged him. Tom tried to resist, but Darren hung on. “I'm bigger than you and I'm not letting you go. You want to cry some more, cry some more. Besides, I like holding you.” Darren felt Tom relax and hug him back. “It's like a continuation of last night. Which was the best night of my life.” Darren surprised himself by saying that; but he knew as soon as he said it that last night really had been the best. He felt a kiss on his neck and turned it into a kiss on his lips. It was a long gentle kiss full of invitation for Tom to go farther.

“Not yet,” Tom said. “Let's go to the park. I want to burn off some … I don't know, not anger, not frustration. I just need to do something physical and competitive.” Darren agreed with a nod and they changed into athletic clothes. Aside from a few kisses, ok, a few very steamy kisses while they were near-naked, they went to the park without delay

The lacrosse commenced at five-thirty, the usual time. Eric and Z were there, but not Larry. Z explained that Logan was back from his film promotion trip and Larry was “helping him unpack,” which drew a huge laugh from Andrew.

Andrew in turn got a frown from Seth. “Why do you want to make fun? I think they're great together,” Seth asked, annoyed by his partner's joking.

“The sides aren't even,” Tom said.

“Wait a second. Maybe we have another player,” Rory said. He put down his stick and ran across the field to the street along the east side of the park.

While they watched Rory running to the edge of the park, Darren told Eric and Z about Cyril's message from Ensenada. “I met the coach when I was filming there,” Eric said without further comment but he shared a look with Z that made Darren sure there was more to it than that.

Rory slowed down as he approached to make sure of his guess and saw that the man was wearing casual clothes. He walked to the door of the car and nodded. “Want to join the game? We need one more to make the sides even.”

 

[rocabar]

Thanks for another great instalment, ER!

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
A very intriguing chapter.
Sad and Happy.
Working toward closure of a tragedy, followed by
good vibes and intimate friendship.

And, could this be our good police officer, keeping an eye on possible suspects, or possible "educators"?

Thanks, again, Rory, for keeping your tales moving.