Rory's Stories

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Four

Walking back home, Eric asked Z, “You think Tony Peralta is trying to contact me? He knows my email. He knows my phone number. Saying hello through a complete stranger is completely strange; but, you now … thinking back ... everything I've ever done with Tony has been strange. He practically gave me the house. Just because I was nice to his mother before she died?”

“Damned if I know, Eric. It wouldn't be too hard to find out, though. We could take a little Mexican vacation. A long weekend in Ensenada? I wouldn't mind,” Z said. “I think he kind of loved you, from what you've said.”

As they walked in the door Eric confirmed, “Well, you don't have anything to worry about. You know that, right?”

“What do you mean I don't have anything to worry about?” Z teased. He could always get Eric spun up over this; Eric hated to say the magic words.

Eric glanced at the closed door of Larry's room, not sure if Larry and Logan were inside. “You know what I mean...” he whispered. Once in their room, he took Z in his arms. “You are the love of my life. You know that. I love you totally, Z. Do I have to tell you every hour?”

“I wouldn't mind if you did.” Z licked the side of Eric's throat and felt the immediate response as Eric's hardening cock pressed against him.

“You're teasing me, aren't you?” Eric asked. In between kissed he said, “I like it when you tease me... I like it when you scold me... I like it when you love me... I love you so much...”

Z could feel Eric's erection growing and Eric's kisses had a growing urgency. “You want to take a shower first?” Z asked as he pulled his shirt off and ran his hand over his chest.

“No.” Eric was already out of his shoes and sox. “I don't want to take a shower first.” He was naked. Z pushed him gently back onto the bed and joined him. Eric pulled Z into an embrace and kissed him while he wrapped his legs around Z's ass.

“Are you sure I don't smell bad?” Z asked.

“You smell like a man.” Eric watched Z's dark hair fall into his face and brushed it back, kissing him again. “Fuck me, Z. I never get tired of you.”

About thirty feet down the hall on the other side of the closed door Larry gradually and pleasantly woke up to the sight and sounds of Logan sucking his cock. Logan was alternating between licking and sucking, trying to arouse the droopy member. He pulled Logan into a kiss and then asked, “Didn't you sleep at all?” Logan had returned mid-afternoon after a long trans-Pacific flight.

“I'm jet-lagged or maybe just nuts from being with you at last. Yeah, that's it. I can't get enough of you, babe.” Logan demonstrated by taking Larry's cock back into his mouth. Logan didn't care that Larry was limp as a noodle; his ass still felt the suffusing warmth and fullness Larry's cock had created during their first two fucks.

“Quit it,” Larry said, pulling Logan into a gentle embrace. He felt the complete ease of post-sex relaxation, stroking his partner and squeezing the mounds of his firm asscheeks.

“Now do you believe I love you?” Logan asked.

“No, but I believe you think you do; and that's the next best thing.”

“Why don't you believe me?” Logan sounded a little hurt.

“I believe you are crazy about me. I believe you love the sex we have together. And I believe you want more. But love … that takes longer. No matter how hot things are – and believe me, I think you are about the hottest guy I've ever known – it isn't love, not yet anyway.”

Logan was a little subdued; movie stars are not used to being told no. So Larry continued, “You need to believe a few things, too. I AM crazy about you.” Logan smiled and they kissed. “And the sex is unbelievable.” Larry patted Logan's ass and Logan purred. “You really know how to make it perfect for me. I hope I come close to pleasing you.” Logan answered him with more kisses.

“And I could love you. I definitely could. You'll get me eventually,” Larry declared. “You just have to wait a little.” Logan sighed his pleasure. “Meanwhile, I haven't been fucked in a while and it is kinda your turn. If you want to, that is.” Logan took up the offer without any hesitation.

Two blocks away, there was much more reluctance. Sergeant Timothy Dixon stood stiffly with a glass of water in his hand looking nervously around Rory's house.

Tim had joined the lacrosse game and played decently, more than just filling an empty position. As they walked back to Rory's house, he formally admitted, “I probably shouldn't have played lacrosse with a bunch of murder suspects.”

“Are we still suspects?” Rory asked.

“No, not really. You're all in the clear.” Tim chuckled. “The DNA tests proved it wasn't any of you in the car. We still can't find Dorrance, though.”

“I haven't seen him either. Come on in,” Rory offered as they got to his house.

Tim accepted a glass of water and then declined a chair. “I'm all sweaty; I don't want to drip all over your chair.”

“You want to take a shower? We're about the same size. I can lend you some sweats,” Rory offered.

“Is that going to lead to anything?” Tim asked uncomfortably.

“No, purely a public health measure,” Rory joked.

“The reason I asked is … I was kind of hoping that it would … lead to something, that is.” Tim was excruciatingly embarrassed by what he was saying.

“Well, I mean … uh, if you wanted ...” Now Rory was uncertain of what to do.

“Here's the deal. I'm thirty years old. I've always wondered about this. And you're really … well, you're the first guy I've had the nerve to talk to. So if you want to, so do I.” Tim paused and then panicked. “Oh, man, this is a mistake. Forget I said anything.” A badly shaken Sergeant Dixon turned to leave.

“Wait!” Rory demanded.

“Forget it!” Tim said.

“No, no, I think I just saw Dorrance drive past.” Tim stopped in his tracks. “He was headed for Grand Street; I bet he's going to Devon's old place, ” Rory shouted in his excitement. He grabbed his cell phone and the two of them ran out the door toward Grand.

At the corner they could see the car drive slowly toward Shoreline and then turn in the direction of Devon and Tom's place. They ran in pursuit, cutting through the park to save time. For once the painfully slow and strictly-enforced Alameda speed limits paid off in more than frustration. They arrived as Dorrance was getting out of his car. Rory gave Tim the cell phone and the sergeant called for backup.

They sprinted over to the building as Dorrance went through the entrance. Dorrance's walk was slightly uneven and he took the stairs slowly to the third floor. He inserted a key in the lock and the door opened on his second try. As he passed through, Tim ran forward and held the door from closing completely. Rory and Tim heard a loud voice from inside shout “What the fuck?”

Tim entered with Rory right behind. They ran to the bedroom in time to hear Dorrance say, “It's about time little Darren gets railed.” Dorrance stood over the bed looking at a railing that was about to happen.

“Well, this is embarrassing,” laughed Darren.

“You're under arrest,” said Tim.

“Vroom, vroom,” said Tom.

“Fuck,” said Dorrance who held up his hands.

Rory said, “This report is gonna be a bitch to write up, Tim.”

Without comment, Tim led a docile and drugged Dorrance out to the street where he turned him over to the just-arriving backup uniforms. When Dorrance had been taken away Tim turned to Rory and said, “I have to go back to the station house.”

Rory nodded, “If you need a statement, I'm your man.”

Tim was halted by the way Rory personalized the offer. 'I'm your man' said so much. He was flustered. “Yeah, of course. If Dorrance denies anything I'll need it. I'll let you know, ok?”

Tim trotted toward the park and his car, and Rory went back inside. He knocked at the door and Tom answered wearing a bathrobe. “Figured you'd be back,” he said. “What happened?” Rory explained and Tom speculated, “You and the sergeant, huh?”

“Just a glass of water. That was all.”

“For now … “ Tom said. “You think Dorrance did it?” he asked. Rory shrugged and Darren frowned.

“He was obsessed with sex - like all of us, I guess. Druggy and drifty, too. But I don't think he's a murderer. Besides, he seemed to like Devon – I mean REALLY like him,” Darren said.

“He said Devon was the best fuck he'd ever had; he said it a couple of times. Devon was pretty big in the cock department, which was what Dorrance liked,” Tom explained to Rory.

Rory answered. “I hope there's some kind of explanation.”

After Rory left, Tom and Darren looked at each other. The mood was broken. “I think that cop has a little thing for Rory,” Tom said.

“Everybody has a little thing for Rory,” Darren answered. He finished dressing and went home.

He walked past Rittler Park and looked at the empty playing fields and the tree-lined street. He thought of a scene from a movie Wayne showed him at the Film Archive. “As God is my witness, someday I'm gonna get fucked!” Darren told a silent sycamore and then laughed at himself.

Eric and Z's house was bright with lights, so Darren went in. Luke and Mark were there as well as Larry and Logan. Z was in the kitchen cooking. Eric was being very affectionate and getting in his way. “D-man,” Larry said, “What's up?”

Darren held everyone's attention as he told a slightly sanitized version of Ted Dorrance's arrest.

“The more I know of men the more I like dogs,” Luke said, getting a smile from Mark.

“Great observation,” Logan said. “I was in a couple boy-and-his-dog movies and the dogs were the smartest and sanest actors on the set.”

“Not original,” Luke confessed. “A Frenchwoman, Madame de Stael, said it a couple hundred years ago.”

“I'm glad she told you,” Eric said, kidding Luke about his advancing age. His thirty-third birthday was coming up.

The chicken did not come out as Z's cookbook promised, but post-scrimmage no one could tell. It wasn't bad at all and the plates were soon empty. As Darren was leaving he overheard Mark say to Eric, “Tell Tony 'Hola' from me, too. You know, I still think of him as 'Dan' ...”

Darren went next door and found his landlady and Seth in conversation. “Seth is leaving us,” Carolyn said.

Seth obviously hadn't planned on telling Darren the news. “Uh, Andrew thinks that it would be better for business if I lived in the city and I think he's right. I'm spending half my life on the BART.”

“Wow. Big change. When are you going?” Darren asked.

“End of the month. I'm still looking for a place to live.”

“So if you know anybody as nice as you two to move into Seth's room, let me know,” Carolyn said, draining the last of a large Amaretto.

“Like a bit more?” Seth offered, bottle in hand.

Later there was a light tapping on Darren's door. Seth came in and said, “I'm sorry to be leaving. I was going to tell you, but Andrew likes keeping everything 'til the last minute. Saves explaining when things change, he claims. We aren't the best of friends, I know, but I like you. And I like the way the sex worked out.”

“Thanks. I liked it, too.”

“Um … We have 'til the end of the month,” Seth offered tentatively.

Darren tried to undo Seth's top button but it was stuck. Seth immediately popped every button, ripping the shirt open. “I hate this fuckin' shirt.” They were both eager and hurried to their climaxes.

When it was over, Seth slightly twisted Paul Anka's lyrics, singing “I'm having your baby ...” Darren laughed and Seth continued, “You're way better than Andrew at fuckin'.”

“But you like him; I can tell,” Darren said.

“I do. It's more than sex; to tell the truth, I don't think the sex part will last much longer. But he's very good at being an agent. I like working with him and I can't leave - I'm part owner.”

“Does Rory know?” Darren asked.

“He's probably figured it out; he's not the idiot I first thought. And he does own the house; boy was his lawyer smart. But I doubt if Andrew has said anything to him. To tell the truth, I'm surprised he hasn't kicked Andrew out; Andrew doesn't treat him very well.”

“Z told me that both Eric and Rory were kicked out by their families when they were pretty young – our age, I guess.”

“We're on our own, more or less,” Seth said.

“Yeah, but we left; we weren't kicked out. Z doesn't think either one of them would every to that to somebody else - no matter what.” Darren changed the subject. “Are you growing a beard?” He rubbed his hand along Seth's jaw.

“Trying to. Jewish and all. I'm not doing very well.”

Darren held Seth's cock, rhythmically squeezing and stroking. “You need more testosterone.”

“You want to give me some more?” Seth felt Darren's cock. “Man, that's big.”

“Hah! Wait 'til you see Wayne in action.” Darren quickly applied a fresh dab of lube to Seth's asshole.

“Darren?” Darren paused and looked at Seth. “I'm not as big a jerk as when I first got here, right? Nevermind, don't answer that. Just fuck me.” Seth knelt on all fours and waited.

 

[seanystarr]

yay another chapter of this exciting adventure.

Rory I love your story and writing style - this was the highlight of my day so far!

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
A LOT is going on in this chapter.
Did Ted do it, or is he just a stoner in love/lust with a dead man?

Seth is moving to the City - is Andrew moving, too?

And Occifer Tim has the hots for Rory - of course, just about everyone has the hots for Rory. You're turning into a very popular character.

And "Tony" sends his regards from South of the Border.

You've got so much going on, my head is spinning.
Of course, my other head was doing something else while reading parts of this, too, lol

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Five


Seth was spotting Gareth as he practiced backflips on a wrestling mat. He was using a small platform to gain a few inches of additional height. With a little practice his form had improved and his landings had become reliable. “Now do you think you can do it with an erection?” Seth asked.

“I can if you hang around for the shoot.” Gareth didn't sound as if he was kidding.

Chris arrived and set up six cameras in a ring around the mat. He offered minimal direction and took some preliminary shots of Gareth just standing on the platform. “Just pretend you're a Greek god,” Chris suggested. “Ok, now could you work up an erection please.” There was a minimal delay as Gareth stroked himself. “Good, now flip please. Yes. Again? Wait. You're drooping a little.”

“Seth?” Gareth appealed and a little cocksucking got him erect again.

After two more flips Chris said, “Good. I think we got enough for our trademark shot.” Chris left the cameras in place for a later shoot and left the makeshift studio.

Gareth asked Seth, ”Should I get dressed? Or do you want to ...”

“Sorry, I need to get into the city and look for an apartment.”

“Really? Where are you looking?”

“My partner used to live in Cow Hollow, but I'm not sure we can afford that. I was thinking about the Sunset.”

“Haight-Ashbury is closer in and it isn't as druggy as it used to be,” Gareth suggested.

“Too close to the Castro. My partner doesn't want people drawing conclusions immediately. As if they couldn't tell he's gay just by looking at him. The other choice is South of Market; we could use it as an office, too, if we were there,” Seth explained.

“When you say partner, do you mean ...”

“We are partners in a business and until we make a little money, we're gonna be roommates. Where do you live?”

Gareth finished dressing and said, “Come on. I'll show you.”

A half hour later they turned north off California Street and Gareth parked his Honda. “This is Presidio Heights. I live in the gray house.”

“It's a mansion,” Seth said.

“Once; but now it's subdivided. My part is pretty small.” Gareth was truthful about the apartment being small; but it was choice, with a bank of windows and a Juliet balcony looking northeast to the bay. Seth went to the window and lost himself in the view.

Gareth came up behind Seth and wrapped his arms around him. “You don't know how sexy you are, do you?”

“I usually think of myself as horny, not sexy,” Seth said.

Gareth slipped his hand into Seth's shirt and felt the smooth hardness of his pecs. “Very sexy is what, I'd say.” He unbuttoned Seth's shirt and Seth took it off. Gareth turned him around and kissed him. Kissing wasn't Seth's favorite thing, but today it felt different to him. “Super sexy,” Gareth added.

“My dick's too small,” Seth stated.

“Let's see.” Gareth helped Seth strip. “I'd say you're perfect.” He led Seth to a day bed.

“I feel like a whore, lying here naked in broad daylight with you staring at me.” Seth was blushing under Gareth's inspection.

“Is that a bad feeling?” Gareth asked. He knelt in front of Seth, placed his hands on Seth's knees and spread them apart. Slowly and deliberately, Gareth kissed Seth's inner thighs.

“It's just that I'm not used to it, I guess. Mmmm.” Seth felt Gareth kissing his cock. Gareth paused and pulled his shirt off.

“Now I can feel you against me,” he said and put his arms around Seth's back, forcing his legs wider apart and pulling him closer. “Your perfect-sized cock feels warm and hard against my chest.” Gareth looked unflinchingly into Seth's eyes. “Sexy honey-colored eyes,” he said and then he ran his finger over Seth's lips. “Soft, generous lips.” He took Seth's face in both his hands. “And a dimple in your chin.” Gareth kissed the dimple and then the eyes and then the lips.

Seth knew enough about sex, but he had never been made love to before. Not like this. There were more kisses in more places and then Gareth slipped out of the rest of his clothes. The body that looked so good in the studio looked ten times better in Seth's hands. Gently Seth held the hard cock. “Go ahead,” Gareth said, “I want you to know all about me.”

Seth sucked on just the part of Gareth's cockhead that protruded from his foreskin and then he slid the skin back, taking the entire glans into his mouth. He heard Gareth's groan of appreciation and he looked up. “You are so good, Seth. You appreciate just what a man wants.” They kissed briefly and Gareth rolled Seth onto his back. He traced a path over Seth's body with his fingernail. Seth trembled when he touched a nipple. Quickly Gareth replace his fingernail with his mouth, sucking the nub into hardness. Seth gasped. Gareth moved down to his cock and forced its hardness with kisses and licks before taking it into his mouth. He sucked up and down, swirling his tongue on the underside while he held Seth's balls firmly. Seth began pumping his hips, forcing his cock deep into Gareth's throat. And then suddenly Gareth shifted positions He saw Gareth's face close to his and heard the suggestion, “Roll over.”

It was too late. Seth felt the kiss, the heft of Gareth's cock rubbing against his own, and a finger on his nipple. His orgasm came without much warning. He pulled Gareth against him and pumped his hips, rubbing his cock between their bodies. He coated their stomachs with semen and then he was ashamed. “I'm sorry I came so soon. I didn't expect to ...”

Gareth hushed his with a kiss. “I'm glad you came. It shows I'm doing the right thing for you.”

“But now ...” Seth began.

“You don't think we're done, do you?” Gareth made no attempt to wipe up the semen he just kept kissing Seth and feeling his body. It wasn't a massage, it wasn't masturbation; it was just a constant touching, a constant pressure on nipples, pelvis, balls, neck, cock, and then lower. Gareth raised Seth's legs and began rimming his ass. Seth surrendered to the assult of Gareth's mouth and felt more totally sexy than he ever knew was possible. Every part of his body became erogenous, a center of sex. He felt Gareth roll him over.

“Kneel and stick your ass out at me.” It wasn't an order but Seth complied and felt Gareth resume rimming him. His asshole relaxed for the probing tongue and then for the intruding finger. A sudden wave of pleasure sent a thrill through Seth that filled his groin with a warm feeling. He reached down and felt his cock was still completely soft but leaking precum. Gareth inserted two probing fingers and Seth's pleasure increased as Gareth pressed and prodded his prostate. Seth pressed the pillow against his face to quiet his groans. “Ready for a dry cum?” Gareth asked. “Squeeze like you're trying to stop pissing and keep squeezing.” Gareth pressed rhythmically on Seth's prostate and gently massaged. Seth hunched his back and shook involuntarily. He repeatedly cried out in a high pitched wail and then collapsed on the bed. Gareth lay next to Seth; he gathered him into his arms and said, “Good work.” He kissed the still gasping Seth and continued, “A lot of guys need practice to do that.” Gareth held the gradually calming Seth. “But you were perfect the first time.”

Seth felt his completely soft cock; some cum must have leaked through, but there was very little wetness. “That was amazing, what you did to me. It was so different. Not as intense, but a fuller total feeling,” Seth said.

“Hard to explain, isn't it? I know what you mean. You are so good and responsive. Sex with you is really fun, Seth.” Gareth let Seth stretch out on the day bed, but he never quite ceased his attentions. He teased Seth's nipple with his tongue and ran his hand across Seth's stomach tracing the trail of hair down to his cock. “Let's see if we can get you hard again,” he whispered and, to Seth's surprise, before long there was a response in his cock. Gareth's mouth encouraged things and his fingers found their way back into Seth's ass. “There's our big boy,” Gareth said, slurping on Seth's growing cock. He kissed Seth and asked him or told him, “I'm going to fuck you now, ok?”

Almost before Seth nodded his approval Gareth lifted his legs in the air and his cock starting its entry. Seth was fully prepared and welcomed the penetration by Gareth's ample cock. Gareth kept his thrusts long and slow as he worked up Seth with a stroking hand. Soon Seth was moaning again. “This time you shoot for the ceiling,” Gareth said. “Are you getting there?”

“Oh, yes, yes,” Seth gasped. “I'm getting close. Are you?”

“I'm always close,” Gareth smiled. Seth's eyes closed as Gareth continued his motion. “Feel everything, Seth. Feel what's happening.” Gareth used both hands on Seth. One stroking his cock, the other tugging on his balls. Seth's legs almost flopped around as if they had no muscle-power left. Gareth thrust more firmly, plunging deeply into Seth. The jolt of his pelvis repeatedly hitting Seth's ass triggered another climax. It was shorter in duration but Seth did shoot forcefully into the air. He missed the ceiling, he hit his chest. He collapsed afterward and Gareth let him recover.

“You ok?”

“Oh, man, Gareth. I've never come like that. Three times. I never would have believed it.”

“You can have almost as many dry cums as you want, with the right help,” Gareth claimed with a wink and a kiss. “Come on out onto the balcony.”

Naked the two of them walked out onto the tiny balcony and leaned on its railing. They were in the shade, but the stonework still held some warmth from the morning and midday sun.

“I can't believe we're standing here like nudists in the middle of the city,” Seth sighed, still feeling echoes of their sex. He stood close to Gareth's side as Gareth patted his ass

“Nobody can really see anything from the waist down. As long as we're a little careful they can't tell much at all, except we don't have our shirt's on. Of course, we can give them a surprise now and then.” Gareth moved behind Seth and placed his still hard cock along the length of Seth's ass crack.

“Hey, Gareth. I don't know if I can ...”

“No quitting now, Seth. I'm still hard; you're been doing all the cumming.” Gareth entered Seth's lubed ass in one quick thrust. Seth bent forward over the railing, gasping. For some reason it hurt despite all the preliminary action.

“Did I hurt you a little?” Gareth asked in a voice that showed no concern. “I think you like getting hurt a little. Am I right?” Gareth thrust hard and fast. Seth wimpered and spread his legs, bracing for the fuck. “Yeah, you do like it this way.”

Gareth pulled out and gave Seth's ass a stinging blow before plunging back in, thrusting deep and fast. “I like it this way, too. I like hurting you a little.” Another slap. “Yeah!” Gareth fucked with abandon and soon came. When he was finished, he withdrew abruptly and went inside, leaving Seth abandoned inside and out on the balcony.

“Come on, let's go. I'll drop you in the Sunset District.” Gareth was almost dressed when Seth came in. They dressed in silence and twenty minutes later Seth was walking in the Sunset District. He had suggested another meeting, but Gareth was vague and a little distant.

“Sure, let's get together,” Gareth said, but no time, no day, no place was mentioned. Seth tried to narrow things down, but Gareth consistently evaded his attempts with indifference.

To Seth, however, the day was unlike any other in his life. He had never known sex like that. He felt such passion; and he also felt the sting of Gareth's hands on his skin and the sense memory of the cock that had filled his ass. The feelings were mutually reenforcing. He walked without purpose, reliving the afternoon over and over in his mind and had nothing to show for his afternoon when Andrew picked him up. Seth faked it,“Nothing looks too promising in this part of town. Maybe we better look in SoMa.”

“Well, you tried,” Andrew said and patted Seth's leg. Andrew looked closely at Seth while they were stopped at a light. “You are looking very hot today - definitely not a kid anymore.” Andrew gave Seth his best smile and a lingering squeeze on the thigh but got nothing in return.

Across the bay, Wayne delivered signed contract extensions to Tom and Darren. “The trustees approved the extension and said it's the first time in memory anything ever happened on time and on budget. They authorized a part time position to monitor the Museum's implementation. It's not a lot of money and there is no promise of work beyond this contract, but would either of you be interested?”

Tom thanked Wayne for the offer but declined saying he liked his current situation. Darren, however was interested. “I'm not going to be with the company forever,” he said. “Can I think about it overnight? Plus, I'd like to ask Rory if he'd be comfortable with me working for the other side of this contract.”

Tom went back to the company at the end of the day and Wayne took Darren to meet the director of accessions for the Museum. Wayne introduced them, noting that Darren was interested in the part-time position.

“Let's walk around the galleries,” Sean suggested. “You can learn about the Museum and get a tour at the same time.”

“Are you from Orinda?” Darren asked. Sean said no, he was from Kansas. “Oh, a friend of mine in Orinda, Declan McDermott has a brother named Sean. I thought maybe it was you.”

“Sorry, maybe we're twenty-third cousins or something. That painting, the Rubens, is one of our famous ones. We don't have a lot of money for acquisitions so we concentrate on affordable niches. Some types of Asian art and old masters' drawings we buy; other things we acquire through donations. We also have a lot of what is frankly junk, stuff that people give us that isn't of much value or interest, but we can't throw it away. It's stuff we often lose track of and then when a potential donor asks what we did with his last donation, it's embarrassing to say we don't know.”

Darren decided that Sean was probably gay given some telltale mannerisms; but, like Wayne, he seemed totally professional. He was a little younger than Wayne and a little better looking, but not a stunner by any means. Darren mentioned that the part-time nature of the work appealed to him because he also had some other part-time work and was hoping that the different jobs could complement each other. Sean asked what his other work was and he mentioned waiting table for special occasions and modeling for Norstrom's.

“Modeling?” Sean asked. “Will that mean travel?”

“It's not fair to call myself a professional model, although I've gotten paid for some stuff and have a couple jobs on tap. I don't really know where any of this stuff is going.”

“Well, we're thinking of three days a week, flexible as to time of day within a twelve-hour eight AM-to-eight PM window. We have a number of part-timers so you wouldn't be a special case at all. You seem like a good fit for us, especially with your experience on the Film Archive work.” They agreed that Darren would talk to his current boss and call or visit in the morning. Darren left to talk things over with Rory.

Sean returned to his office ready to explode. “Ohh! Emm! Gee!” Sean shrieked to his assistant. “Did you SEE him? I don't know how we'll get any work done! He models for Nordstrom! And Wayne is practically a porn star thanks to this kid.”

“Chill, Seanette. You don't stand a chance with somebody like that. You didn't even get anywhere with me – and I'm a desperate for attention.” Christopher held his hand out and looked at his fingernails in a appraising way.

“Christine, sweetie, you are beyond desperate. He's coming back tomorrow. So butch it up, bitch, before you scare him away.” Sean rubbed his hands and couldn't help licking his lips.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
A Very Nice installment of afternoon delight.
I'm a bit concerned for Seth and Gareth - Gareth seems to be a Pro in every way - "would that be so bad?" He certainly gave Seth an afternoon of delight like no other, but his ambivalence ~ and his Presidio address - not cheap no matter the size, belie either an inheritance to pay for his lifestyle, or a career position that allows him to live in the matter to which he's becum accustomed.

I fear it's the latter.

Darren, on the other hand, appears to be headed for a much friendlier situation.

Thanks, again, for your continued efforts in Alameda.

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Six

“How desperate are you?” Rory laughed as Andrew hugged him.

“What do you mean? Isn't having a little fun the reason why we're in the bedroom?” Andrew tried to joke.

“Come on, serious now. You're all into Seth these days. How come you're suddenly putting a squeeze on me?” Rory didn't push Andrew away; a hug is a hug, never a bad thing.

Andrew couldn't answer right away; but they continued hugging. The taller Rory even kissed him on the forehead; but it was a friendly kiss, a respectful kiss, a kiss full of remembrance. Finally Andrew said,“You're still as breathtaking as that first night I met you; you're better in fact. You were my first real love and I think I will always love you.” Andrew hugged Rory tighter; this was a much harder conversation than he ever expected. Under his tough hide Andrew was sentimental.

“I know; same here. We had a great couple of years. Lots of good times and just a couple bad ones.”

“I don't remember any bad ones, none at all that were your fault,” Andrew said and kissed Rory's neck.

“I didn't have much consideration for you in the beginning. You were patient and you taught me a lot,” Rory said.

Andrew blinked away the start of a tear and said, “Ror, Seth and I are going to move to the city, mostly for business reasons. I don't think he really wants a personal relationship. I do; but Seth is like me five years ago. He's just out for Seth. 'Til we make some money we'll need to be roommates.”

“When are you leaving?” Rory asked, pulling Andrew tighter again.

“End of the month is the target. We're spending so much time commuting and most days it's more than once a day. But if we miss our target, can we …?” Andrew couldn't blink these tears away; they spilled onto his cheek.

“Of course you can. Stay as long as you want. I still think of the place as half your house.”

Andrew pressed his erection against Rory as a silent suggestion, but that broke the mood and the embrace. “I can borrow a company truck if you need help moving,” Rory offered. “I'm going to Nick's for dinner with Larry; you want to come?”

“No Logan?” Andrew asked.

“Logan's auditioning in LA for a small movie and Eric and Z have gone to Mexico for a long weekend.” Rory watched Andrew change his clothes.

“Don't look at me or my dick will never go down,” Andrew joked. “Thanks for the invitation, but I'm going to make some calls. That no-compete period is almost up and I can probably cheat a little.”

Across the bay in the city Seth walked nervously west on Pacific trying desperately to think of some reason to knock on Gareth's door. Discuss another porn role? Talk about retakes? He turned north and couldn't think of anything. He walked more and more slowly as he approached the large gray house. Suddenly his problem became acute. Gareth came out of the front door, dressed for a night of clubbing. He recognized Seth.

“Hey, there you are! You looking for a place around here? It's a great neighborhood.” Gareth ignored Seth's attempted reply and said, “Well, gotta go. Catch you later, Steve.”

Seth watched Gareth hop into the Honda and drive away. “Seth; my name is Seth,” he told the disappearing car. He wandered aimlessly across town on Stanyan and then down 17th, ending up in the Castro, but that neighborhood wasn't what he wanted. The men were older than he expected and most of them were paired up. He walked down Market as the night wore on. It was getting late; maybe the Metreon would be fun, he thought; but that was just geeky teenagers playing video games. He wandered farther trying to get away from the tourists, the teenagers, and the noise. He noticed a bar called the Vulture and went in.

The Vulture was almost pitch black; the main light came from the bar and even that light was angled to leave things shadowy. Seth felt a hand try to grope him as he walked to the bar. He stood at the bar and ordered a beer from a dark bartender whose black vest did little to hide his complete body tattoo.

“Let's see some ID, kid,” the bartender demanded. Seth pulled out his fake student ID that always worked. “No, I don't think so,” the bartender said. “Are you sure you know what you're doing in this place, kid?”

The guy at the next barstool squeezed Seth's ass and said, “Take it easy, Martie, we all had to start somewhere. I'll buy him a beer.”

“Thanks, uh … I'm Seth.”

“”I'm uh … pretty friendly, Seth. Not everybody in this place is.” Seth sat on a stool and the pretty friendly guy turned to him and blatantly groped him, squeezing his crotch. Seth's sudden intake of breath didn't stop the pretty friendly guy. “I figure we can skip the preliminary bullshit and get to the point.” The pretty friendly guy continued kneading the mound in Seth's jeans. “Unzip,” he said.

Seth unzipped. The guy popped the jean's top button and tore Seth's underwear in his hurry to get Seth's cock out. While Seth took a sip of the beer, the guy in a pretty friendly way bend down and sucked his cock. Seth took another sip and the cocksucking began feeling better. Another unseen pair of hands pulled Seth's jeans down and began feeling for his asshole.

The bartender looked over the scene and said, “I hope you know what you're doing, kid.”

Two beers later Seth had been stripped, sucked, and fucked in the darkness away from the bar. He wasn't sure who had fucked him. It wasn't the pretty friendly guy; he just liked cocksucking and was expert at swallowing a load.

Seth pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt. Outside the bar he realized it wasn't his shirt; but at least it fit. Then he realized his money was gone. All he had left was his wallet and a BART card.

The pretty friendly guy came out of the bar and listened. He commiserated, “Yeah, it happens. It was probably one of those guys who fucked you. Sorry, kid. Come on with me.”

In a nearby apartment, Seth was soon naked again, getting his cock sucked. “Your dick isn't that big, so it's good you like being a bottom. How about doggy-style for me, huh?” Seth got a pretty gentle fuck from the pretty friendly guy and then was given a pretty direct order to leave. “I gotta work in the morning,” was the stated excuse. “What? At least I didn't rob you. Now run along, kid. Here's ten bucks.”

Seth spent five on a taxi to Istanbulla's; she admitted him, cleaned him up, and let him stay. Istanbulla offered professional advice, “You should get more than ten, Seth. Always establish the price first and learn to carry condoms. And for God's sake, get a better looking shirt. Jeez …”

Seth's ass hurt, his dick didn't feel all that great, and he felt used, more by Gareth than by the guys in the Vulture. At least those guys hadn't pretended to give a shit. Istanbulla's light snoring didn't keep him from sleeping.

Darren got Rory's concurrence in working for the Museum. “I'd be happy to have you stay here; but if you think the customer side suits your goals better, do it. You know what we're like and we know what you'll expect working for the Museum. That part will be great. The hard part is I think we'll all miss you; I know I will.”

“If we can get Bernice to play lacrosse, nobody has to miss anybody,” Darren suggested. “Rory, you have taught me that I'm not a programmer. I'm grateful for all I learned about it, but I don't think I could ever write code with the fluidity and accuracy that your team does. I don't even come close.”

“If that's the case, you could be a salesman. You don't have to write code to understand how and why it works. In fact you pretty much made the sale to the Museum in the first place. Keep that part in mind, if you ever want to come back.”

Bernice stood and said, “I get to kiss you goodbye.” She gave Darren a pretty good kiss, nothing held back. Cyril just shook hands; but Tom used a handshake to pull Darren closer. He kissed him, too, even though he knew he'd see Darren later.

“Why are YOU kissing him? We're going to play lacrosse in a half hour,” the tolerant boss asked.

“I just like kissing and thought I'd take advantage. Vroom, vroom.”

“There's the old Engine, running on a different fuel,” Bernice laughed. “How do you play lacrosse anyway?”

As it turned out, there weren't enough for a decent scrimmage, just Rory, Larry, Tom, and Darren. They passed the ball around and then decided to run along Shoreline while the sun went down. Sergeant Dixon approached them and gave them an update on Devon Brown's death. “Death,” he said; he didn't use the word murder.

“Dorrance was a match for the other DNA we found in the car. He didn't try to deny seeing Brown; but he said they just met for sex and that Brown was perfectly fine when he got out of the car. It's just Dorrance's word against nothing; there are no witnesses. We can't prove a thing. So we released him.”

Tom was depressed by the news. “Maybe it was … something natural,” Darren proposed.

“Natural causes won't break a neck,” Sergeant Dixon said. “I wish I had something more definite for you.”

Tom left and Darren walked him home.

“So, Sergeant, when do you get off?” Larry asked.

The sergeant was a little surprised by the question coming from Larry, but he answered, “I'm off now.”

“You want to have dinner with Rory and me? We like Nick's in San Leandro,” Larry asked.

“Sure. I know Nick's.” A smiling cop agreed to meet later and walked back to his car.

“Larry …”

“He likes you, Rory. I just thought I give him a little help. I'll drive. Wear something hot looking. Never mind, you always look hot.”

Rory and Larry got to Nick's first and got a table. Rory updated Larry on Andrew's new plans to live in San Francisco and Larry agreed that Andrew had never been Alameda material. “He did it all for you, Rory. Remember that 'for you' part – he was nuts about you and I think he really gave it his best shot.”

“At least it's not a funeral. I could sort of see it coming.” Rory's comment was cut short by the arrival of Tim.

Between cops, firemen, and programmers, they all knew people in the room. Tim no sooner sat down than he got up again to talk to some cops at another table. “He has nice brown eyes, Rory. You like brown eyes?” Larry asked.

Tim returned and it was Rory's turn to say hello to some guys from his company. “Tim,” Larry asked, “What are your intentions, exactly? Rory's my best friend and I don't want to see him get hurt.” Tim's eyes widened and he stammered. “Just kidding,” Larry said. “Rory can take care of himself.” Larry got up to talk to some guys from the Bay Farm station house.

Rory returned to the table. “Sorry you got left alone. This is an amazing place – always full of friends.”

Tim asked in a low voice, “What did you tell Larry about us?”

“Nothing. Zero. There's nothing to tell. Why?”

“He asked me what my intentions are.” Tim blushed visibly.

“He thinks he can read minds. He thinks you like me. Ignore him, Tim. I'm sorry.”

Tim stared into his beer and said, “The thing is he's correct.”

“You didn't have to tell me that,” Rory said.

“I think you already knew it, right? From my idiotic behavior that night at your house.” Tim at last looked into Rory's eyes.

“It's gonna be very hard to concentrate on eating a steak,” Rory said, “with a beautiful man telling me nice things.”

“You want to come to my house tonight? My parents are at my sister's for the week.”

Rory found it hard to believe a thirty year-old cop lived with his parents. “Yes, I want to. But I'm not going to. Don't rush it, Tim.” Rory saw the disappointment on Tim's face. “But don't quit thinking about it, either. I'll be thinking about it. For at least five different reasons, you're a very attractive man.”

Tim got a little confidence back. “Only five?”

“Er,” Rory began, “there's a big brain, big brawn, big … brown eyes, a big … heart, a big … “

Larry returned to the table, cutting off the enumeration. There was a crash in the kitchen and ex-Fireman Larry had to stand up to assess the damage. Rory whispered, “I never got to the big dick part.”

Tim laughed and blushed and laughed again. Larry sat down and looked from a smiling Rory to a laughing Tim. “What? What did I miss?”

Part Two of Larry's plan came after dinner. “I got invited to the station house. Tim, would you mind giving Rory a ride home?”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Another action-packed chapter.
The inevitable with Andrew and Rory. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but they both knew it was coming, and they left it on good terms - it's not over quite yet.

Seth, on the other hand, is finding some hard knock lessons - Gareth the user, the Clientele at the Vulture - what did you expect - getting rolled while sucked and fucked - and no protection! Nasty place. The "friendly guy" was at least pretty straight up honest, and gave him $10 for cab fare.

Then there's Constable Tim - a bright star on the horizon for Rory, with Larry playing Yentil.

Thanks! Been a hectic week, I wasn't sure if I was going to have a chance to read and post before I had to hit the hay.

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Seven

On the ride home Rory learned that Tim's parents were old and infirm. Tim wasn't looking for any sympathy and made light of his circumstances. “Did you ever read 'Great Expectations'? I always like the 'Aged P' character. P for parent. I just never figured that I'd have two of them.”

“A cop who reads Dickens. I'm impressed,” Rory said. “I've only read excerpts. I never seemed to find the time for long novels.” Tim looked at him a little funny; so Rory asked, “Cop... Does that word bother you?”

“It shouldn't; but it does. It's usually used disparagingly. I know you didn't men anything by it, but it's kind of like calling you a nerd.”

“I knew a Marine once who said he had a feeling of 'us against the world', he said it was a feeling that only another Marine could understand. Is it like that with police, too?” Rory asked.

“Exactly. I guess we're not so special; there must be lots of people who feel misunderstood.”

“Larry got to know lots of police with the fire department. He never says a bad word about any of them.”

Tim smiled and drove even slower that the speed limit, prolonging the trip. “I got to like Dickens at St. Mary's College in Moraga. My older brother taught there so I got a family member scholarship. Tommy, that's my brother, worked like a dog putting himself and then my sister and me through college. So my sister and I take care of the Aged P's.” He shifted gears in both the car and the conversation. “Larry set this up didn't he? This ride home.”

“Probably. He's definitely going to the fire house, though. He plays cards there some nights even when he's not working, but it wouldn't have ruined his night to drop me off first. If it's out of your way, I can walk from here.”

“It's not out of the way and I'm glad for your company. I'm going home to an empty house.”


“My housemate Andrew is moving out at the end of the month, so I'll get to know the empty house feeling I guess.”

The slow ride was coming to an end. “Rory, how do I get to know you - without rushing it – by your rules?” Tim asked.

“Come to the lacrosse scrimmages. Everybody's low key and it's fun. We usually do something about dinner afterward. Tim, don't think that I'm making rules for you; I'm just being careful of your feelings. Trying to.”

Earlier that morning Sean and Christopher were at their Museum desks shuffling papers and periodically looking out their second floor office window for Darren. Christopher gasped, “Sean, look! They come in pairs! Who's his friend?”

“I think that's the company man, the guy Darren will be monitoring. Try not to cum on his shoes or anything.”

The introductions and discussions were professional but Christopher couldn't help flirting a little with Tom. First he unconsciously batted his eyes and then almost choked on his latte when Tom winked back at him. Christopher recrossed his legs and then squeezed them together making his bulge bulge. They shared a smile of understanding on more than just contract terms.

“Visions of sugarplums in those jeans,” Sean commented as he and Christopher stood at the window watching two cute Levi and Strauss clad asses walk away. “And they're coming back tomorrow. It's gonna take weeks, no months, maybe years to complete this contract.”

“Fuck me,” Christopher sighed lazily. “I believe all my sugarplums are named Tom.”

As Tom and Darren walked back to what was now just Tom's company truck, he said, “Darren, dude, we are gonna enjoy this one. I never figured I'd hook up with a flamer like Christopher, but I guess sampling the merchandise wouldn't hurt. And that Sean guy is practically drooling over you.”

“Shouldn't we get the project on track first?”

“That'll be up to the Museum, to Sean and Chrissie; I bet they fuck around for weeks just deciding on the data format.”

“Please, don't start calling him Chrissie. They're my bosses now, at least Sean is,” Darren protested.

“I forgot. Sorry. But I bet you will be running that place inside of a month, no matter what the job title says.” Darren looked at Tom unbelievingly. “What? You haven't figured out that people look up to you? I do. Bernice does. Rory is the boss and a fucking genius and all; but he respects every word you say. You're a nineteen year-old Napoleon.”

“I'm twenty now,” Darren said, “and I'm taller than Napoleon.” He laughed. “A lot taller.” He laughed again trying to put his hand inside his shirt. “I'm gonna miss working with you, Tom.”

“Ah, but you're not. I'll be at the Museum whenever you need me.” Darren looked pleased with that prospect, so Tom continued, “Are we done having sex, Darren? I really liked it.”

“That night when Dorrance interrupted us … I was hoping you'd want to sort of take the lead.”

“What do you mean, take the lead?” Tom held his breath waiting for the answer.

“You know,” Darren was uncomfortable.

“I don't,” Tom said.

“I was hoping you'd fuck me. I was all ready … “

“I thought you were sort of saving yourself for somebody special,” Tom said.

“You are special. I think you are. But now … I don't know if we can mix work and sex.” Tom was silent and nearly heartbroken by this comment. He waited for Darren to continue. “I mean how can I find fault with your work, which is my job now, if I'm crazy about your cock? We can't be fucking and kind of competing at the same time.”

Tom swallowed hard and said, “I'll kill Dorrance if I ever see him.”

Seth woke with a couple of aches, one in his head and one in his ass. Istanbulla wasn't especially caring in her regard. “If you're gonna peddle your ass, you can't drink. You have to be in charge. Let the John drink all he wants, you sip. And condoms; don't ever forget the condoms. Go take a shower. You stink.”

Seth found the shower helped; his aches dulled and he definitely smelled better. He dried himself off and looked for his clothes. They were gone.

“Come out here,” Istanbulla called. “Ok, drop the towel.” She waited two seconds. “Knock off the modesty. Drop the towel.” Izzie took in the sights. “Turn around. Again. Slowly. Ok, can you get it up? Do it.”

Izzie approached Seth with scissors in her hand. “Take it easy. I'm not gonna stab you.” She began trimming his pubic hair. “You're a little lacking in the dick department. You need to make the most of things. Walk every place you go; it'll keep your thighs slim. Which will also make your old friend here look bigger.”

“At least you didn't call it my 'little' friend,” Seth said. He maintained his erection while Izzie trimmed and snipped.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. There's nothing wrong with you,” Izzie ordered. Seth remembered Eric telling him the same thing one afternoon that seemed like forever ago. “Ok, sit down.” Izzie cut a single notch in one eyebrow. “We don't want to overdo the punk stuff, but you need a little something. There. Take a look.” She seemed satisfied with her work.

Seth viewed his naked body in a three-way mirror. His hairless balls were now prominent and his erection looked longer without the hair that had visually separated it from his balls. He liked the improvements.

“And you still have your erection,” Izzie commented, “That's worth money, Seth. But your ass is a little slack. You really need to do a lot of walking. The hills in the city will help. You're worth a couple hundred now; tighten your body up a bit and you'll get five hundred – while you're young. I don't think your looks are going to age too well; so watch the diet and exercise. Make the most of what you've got now. How old do you think I am?”

“Mid thirties?” Seth guessed.

“Forty-eight,” Izzie stated thrusting her breasts forward. “Trust me. Diet and exercise.” Izzie looked at him harder. “You know, with darker hair you might be able to pull off John Garfield. I threw your clothes away. Take a look in the closet for something. Guys leave stuff. It's clean.”

Seth found some things that fit and returned for Izzie's inspection. She nodded approvingly and said, “Two fifty. Ask two fifty - and don't take anything less than two hundred. I'm opening a bar soon. If you want a job come around. And say hi to Rory for me. He's such a cutie.” Izzie gave Seth a handful of condoms and just about shoved him out the door.

New clothes, five dollars, and a BART card; guys have started out with less Seth decided. His ass still ached but his head felt fine. He walked to SoMa, drawing some admiring looks along the way, and came across a new mixed-use condo development. It was on Howard not far from the modern art museum and had a sign in front offering marked-down prices. An Andrew-like salesman who looked somewhat older than the real Andrew greeted him effusively. “I must be your only customer,” Seth commented.

“To tell you the truth, things have been a little slow. I'm Lance.”

Seth almost laughed at the gay-sounding name. It matched Lance's gay-looking pinch-waisted suit. “My partner and I are looking for an office space that could double as living quarters for a while.”

“By partner, do you mean ...”

“Business partner. We're a talent agency,” Seth quickly stated.

Let me show you the layout next door. It's street level with its own access and a couple of rooms. It's furnished as a model office now; it might work.”

The place was actually ideal for a small agency and well located. The terms were a little steep but not completely out of reach. “If you need everything, we could even do it 'as is' – furnished. That couch is amazingly comfortable. Try it,” Lance suggested.

Seth sat on the armless couch and then lay stretched out. It wasn't bad. Lance was eying him appreciatively. Seth looked steadily into Lance's eyes and squeezed his crotch, adjusting the contents. Lance took the bait and sat next to him. He placed his hand on Seth's stomach and looked eager to proceed.

“It'll cost you.” Seth said. Lance let his hand drift over Seth's body. “Two fifty.” Lance gave Seth a thin smile. “Off the rent.” Lance's smile widened when Seth handed him a condom.

Seth tried to stay interested in the sex with Lance but he was bored with the performance. He even had trouble keeping his erection while Lance pumped away at his ass. He groaned appreciatively and tried looking into Lance's eyes, but Lance had a grim, determined look. He kept his eyes closed and his orgasm seemed to be years away from happening.

Seth tried a new tack. “Oh, wow, stop it or I'll come. Let's try something else.” Lance was willing to try anything; so Seth donned a condom and was soon doing the fucking. Seth had always hated condoms; he absolutely couldn't come while wearing one. As a result Lance got a very long if not deep fuck. Seth varied his speed and force and despite his modest endowment seemed to be pleasing Lance. Finally Seth got Lance in the missionary position and stroked his cock while he fucked him. “This is nice,” he said as he increased his tempo. “Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked. Lance opened his eyes and Seth leaned into a kiss. Lance came dramatically and Seth pretended to. As Lance calmed down, Seth withdrew and peeled off the condom, rubbing it in Lance's come so it looked used. “Whew! That was great. You're amazing. Look what you do to me, I'm still hard,” Seth said. “You want to go some more?”

Lance was satisfied both with the sex and the flattery but almost frightened by the idea of continuing. He seemed exhausted and ready for a nap. He readily agreed to two fifty less per month, although Seth would have settled for a one-time reduction, and threw in the office furniture in response to Seth's offer of a possible repeat session. Seth left with a lease contract lacking only a deposit in exchange for the keys and Lance left with a smile and one less condo on his hands.

“What the hell?” Seth thought, “I'm on a roll.” He dialed Gareth's number and waited for the fatal fourth ring, signaling a conversation with an answering machine. Oh well, it will be interesting to hear his machine message.

Gareth answered after the third ring. “Gareth.”

“Gareth, it's Seth.”

“Seth, perfect timing. Are you free tonight?” Gareth assumed a yes and added, “It'll be fun. Meet me at my place at eight. Dress like your a high school kid and be on time.”

Seth, who had prepared an excuse about leaving a wallet at Gareth's, was amazed by Gareth's invitation. He looked at himself in a storefront window. What's a high school kid look like? Me, I guess, he decided. He had an hour and a half to kill. He went first to the Metreon and, after a half hour hanging out with some real high school kids, he decided he could pass. Then he took the cable car to California and Van Ness and began a slow walk to Gareth's.

Gareth was waiting in front. “You're just in time. I never know how this stuff is going to play out, so just go along with it. You won't mind a little more sex, right? Good, here comes the surprise. I hope it's a good one.”

A black SUV with smoked windows stopped in front of the gray house. Seth and Gareth got in.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
So Seth is joining the ranks of the World's oldest profession, huh?

At least he's getting sound advice from a smart mentor.
And a new condo/office at a decent rental rate on an ongoing basis, in exchange for a once and done.

What awaits he and Gareth in the Black SUV w/ Smoke-out windows?

You know how to keep us interested!

 

[seanystarr]

hope the new line of work doesnt mess seth up too much, have always had a big soft spot for him

 

[EasyRory]

Just wanted to let people know that the kind words really are appreciated. JUB pays such pitiful wages.

Don, you are getting too good at guessing what's coming. I guess I should make my foreshadowing more subtle.

Seany, I have trouble portraying a character as rotten to the core. I think this reflects life; I have never met anybody who is totally evil. Even Dorrance may have his good points; Seth certainly does.

 

[DonQuixote]

Don, you are getting too good at guessing what's coming. I guess I should make my foreshadowing more subtle.

Guessing? Given the Advice he was given from a semi-retired Pro, and his "didn't know it was going to be about RENT" negotiations, followed by his call to "Mr. Oh so smooth now leave me alone, little boy", there wasn't much to GUESS about, lol.

Corny, and another Seth - the one with STAFF posted on his info, are about the only two we see who get paid more than Praise around here. Oh, yeah, and some guy named Mark, who BOUGHT the site, lol. But, HE get paid in other ways.

(There are others, but they are the two most visible.)

WE DO GREATLY ENJOY your efforts, Rory. you put a lot of work into your stories.

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Eight

The next day's lacrosse scrimmage was unusual in that most of the stalwarts weren't there and the guys who came only occasionally were. Larry and Rory divided up Andrew, Luke, Mark, Darren, Tom, and Cyril to form their teams. Larry always took sport seriously, and he was the only one playing to win; Rory kept looking around hoping to see Tim; and the rest of the bunch were just there for the fun.

Larry's team claimed the win but couldn't actually point out when they had scored a point. “It was when Andrew stopped for a phone call; we took advantage,” Larry said.

“But Andrew was on YOUR team; he was YOUR goalie,” Rory pointed out.

“Nothing even came near me,” Cyril claimed as Rory's goalie.

“If nobody minds half-a-day-old sandwiches, come on to our place,” Luke said. Cyril and Andrew said no thanks but everybody else was soon eating a variety of half-sandwiches left over from the opening of a new branch of Mark's bank.

Mid-bite Mark got a call. “Eric? Hello? Eric? Yes?” He stood near a window for better reception. “No we don't make international loans, but some of our directors might. What's up? Ok, I can wait. See you then.” After closing his phone, Mark commented to Rory, “Eric wants to borrow half a million.” Everybody's eyes grew wide, but Mark had no additional facts to feed their curiosity.

Tom and Darren were the first to leave. Outside on the street they continued a quiet conversation they had been having. “But cocksucking isn't even sex, Darren. President Clinton said so,” Tom argued. In between streetlights they stopped and Tom gently cupped Darren's cock, squeezing a little. “So you want to?”

“Tom, President Clinton would say it wasn't sex even if I fucked you with a cigar.”

Tom grinned, “Jeez, you want to? It would ruin the cigar, I guess.”

“Not if you're President Clinton,” Darren giggled and Tom kissed him awkwardly. It wan't an ardent kiss, but with Tom holding his cock, Darren found it arousing. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to go to your place.”

It was gentle sex and it was more than cocksucking. Tom couldn't believe Darren had given in. Given in to what, he wondered; my persuasion or his need? Tom didn't question his luck. I'll figure this out later, he told himself; right now this beautiful kid is fucking me like he loves me and that's what I'm going to concentrate on: this hot, beautiful kid in my arms with his dick in my ass who is making me the happiest guy in Alameda. “I love the way you kiss me right before you're gonna cum,” he told Darren; and Darren kissed him just that way.

Darren relaxed in the afterglow of sex as he walked home. He was surprised to see Seth there, sitting in his room, looking especially clean, almost virginal. “Hey, Seth. What's up?”

“Feel like talking?” Seth asked.

“Sure, let me take a quick shower.” Darren went to the bathroom wearing his clothes but came back post-shower in a towel. He pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt.

Seth watched and said, “You don't need to trim anything.” When Darren looked at him questioningly, he added, “Istanbulla trimmed my bush; she said it makes me look bigger. You don't need any help.”

“Dude, you look fine. You aren't nearly as small as you think,” Darren answered.

“Well, you may be right. Yesterday I made thirty-five hundred dollars having sex.”

“Jeez.” Darren didn't know what else to say.

“Yeah, exactly. That's what I want to talk about, if you have time.” Seth raised his eyebrows in a question and Darren didn't object. First Seth explained about Gareth, Backflip Productions' new poster boy. Then he explained about getting two-fifty off the rent every month for a year. “So that counts for three thousand, doesn't it?”

“It does to me,” Darren calculated. “What about the five hundred?”

“Ok, so I really wanted to see Gareth again. Pathetic, huh?”

“Not if the sex was as good as you say. Not pathetic at all,” Darren said.

“Yes, it was ... so totally lame ... but anyway, he says to come over and we'd go out. I did and we got into this SUV and headed over the Golden Gate. It was getting dark and I couldn't see much out of the smokey windows. Couldn't even see the driver; there was a partition like in a limo. Gareth didn't tell me much – he just said to play along and go with the flow. Which turned out to be pretty easy for me, not so easy for him. Wait a second, I gotta take a piss.” Seth went into the bathroom and returned to Darren's room looking pale and afraid. “My dick is leaking white stuff and it hurts to piss!”

Darren sang, “Oh what a miserable morning, white stuff comes out of your dick, I got a miserable feeling, gonorrhea is making you sick.”

“Gonorrhea?” Seth was shocked and scared.

“Eric could probably take care of this, but he's in Mexico,” Darren said as he punched in a phone number. “Luke, it's Darren. I know a guy whose dick is leaking white stuff and it burns to pea. No, it's NOT me... It's Seth... Great we'll be right over.”

Luke gave Darren a quick exam and said is was probably either gonorrhea or chlamydia or, just as likely, both. He gave Seth two prescriptions and hard advice. “Call everybody you've had sex with and warn them. They need to watch for symptoms and tell anyone they've been in sexual contact with. I can't believe you want to engage in commercial sex. Have you never heard of HIV? Being a hustler is the closest thing I know of to a death sentence. OK, enough lecture. These meds should work fast; by midday tomorrow you should feel fine. Take the first whole bottle even if you're feeling better. Be sure to take it all. The other stuff is just two doses. Call me if it doesn't work. I'll be working the night ER shift at eleven. You can come to the hospital if anything gets worse.”

Darren and Seth got the scripts filled and Seth took the first dose right in the drug store, making the druggist laugh. “Smart as you kids think you are, you still get the clap.” Seth wasn't laughing.

Back at Carolyn's house Darren asked Seth, “What or who were you doing three or four days ago?”

“Oh, man! Gareth … that real estate guy Lance … shit, I don't know what happened at The Vulture.”

“What about me?” Darren asked.

No, I didn't do anything risky before you, and besides you did the fucking; that should help,” Seth said and Darren felt a relief he didn't let Seth see.


When Rory left Luke and Mark's sandwich feast he walked with Larry. “Ok,” Larry began, “How did the trip home with Tim go?” Rory was silent. “Come on … spill,” Larry persisted.

“It didn't . Nothing happened. I couldn't do it. What if he ...”

“Rory, I want to know who told my boy friend 'If you were with me, you wouldn't be wondering what sex is like.' Huh? Remember that line? Go home and call him. Do it tonight.”

“But what if he ...” Rory began.

“That's what I worried about with Cal; it's a waste of time. Call him. Two things can happen: either things work out great or they don't. Either way, you won't be torturing each other.”

“What if things turn out so-so?”

“They won't. Call him right now. None of that,” Larry cut off Rory's next objection, “You have a cell with you? Alright, a Blackberry. Call him right now.” Larry crossed the street and started running home to give Rory some privacy.

Rory walked a few steps and punched in the numbers. “Tim?”

“Rory. Hi. What's up?”

“Are your parents home yet?”

“No, my sister's dropping them off in the morning.”

“Tim?”

“What?”

“I want to spend tonight with you,” Rory said loud enough for anybody nearby to hear.

“Yes!” Tim cried in triumph. “I'll see you in … um, thirty, no, twenty … as fast as I can,” Tim promised and the connection went dead. Thirty seconds later, Rory's Blackberry buzzed. “Wait. My place or yours?” Tim asked.

Rory ran home, quickly showered and waited.

Tim cursed Alameda's speed limits knowing even cops would be stopped for exceeding twenty-nine miles an hour in a twenty-five zone. Eighteen minutes after they decided on Rory's house, Tim stepped onto the porch and knocked. Despite his eagerness, he was nervous as he stepped inside.

“How do we start this?” Tim asked.

“With a couple of beers and a couple of jokes,” Rory said.

Tim chugged his first beer and then sipped the second as Rory finished his joke about the declining ardor exhibited in various kinds of sex over the life of a marriage. “ … A relationship ends with hallway sex? What's that? the girl asked. And the guy says that's when every couple of days you pass in the hall and say 'Fuck you.' Alright. Your turn,” Rory said.

Tim relaxed and finished his beer. He told an elaborate shaggy dog story about cork-soakers, sock-tuckers, and coke-sackers. It was a terrible joke, but Tim was so much like a naughty little boy telling it that Rory was charmed.

They were silent for a minute and then Tim said, “It's nice being this close to the water.”

“You can see the bay, a little of it, from the back porch.”

They took their beers and went to the porch off Rory's bedroom. “See, a hundred feet of water and a couple spans of the Bay Bridge. It's almost a great view.”

Tim wasn't looking at the bridge; he was looking at Rory. “I think it's the best view on the island.”

Rory took both Tim's hands in his own. “You're sure?”

Tim vigorously embraced Rory and held him tightly both for the feel and the warmth against the night's chill. “Are you getting hard?” Rory asked unnecessarily.

Tim pushed his pelvis tighter against Rory, answering the question. “I was hard when I saw your name on the caller ID. How much longer are we gonna be wearing all these clothes?”

They moved to Rory's bed and soon lay next to each other in the dim light coming in the window getting the feel of each other's bodies, but mostly each other's cocks. Tim was a little shy. Rory asked him, “Any regrets?”

“No. No. None. I ... I just don't know exactly what to do, but I want to do everything.” Rory grinned and Tim explained earnestly, “I'm thirty years old, Rory. I've had time to think about this. It's not a snap decision. And so far, I love it.”

“All I've done is touch you.”

“Yeah, but nobody has ever touched me like that before.”

Rory caressed his face, kissed a nipple and went for his cock, stroking and then sucking.

Tim reveled in the new and growing feelings. His times with women had been perfunctory and hadn't prepared him for this experience. He watched Rory's head bob and put a hand on his shoulder. What warmth and strength. He traced his hand downward, reaching the firm softness and invitation of Rory's ass. His fingers moved into the cleft. Fucking! What an idea! He felt an almost irreversible wave of pleasure and pulled Rory away from completing it. “Stop, stop! I'll come.”

“That's the plan.” Rory said. “You come. I come. You come again. I come again. No limits. We do it again.” Rory resumed sucking, firmer and faster this time. Tim trembled and exploded.

Rory lay back on the pillow holding his gasping partner who cuddled against him. “Amazing,” Tim said. “Just amazing. I had no idea … When you tugged on my balls … It was awesome. YOU are awesome.” Tim happened to run a hand over Rory's chest and felt a hard, contracted nipple. Rory sighed in appreciation. Tim looked up and asked, “You like that?”

“I like that,” Rory answered.

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” Tim followed up.

“You don't have to ask.” Rory said and Tim kissed him. Several times. “What are you doing?” Rory asked. “I feels like a pattern.”

“Morse.” Tim said. “I sent you the letters L and O. I can't remember V. Here's E.” Tim held the final kiss and gently held Rory's erection in his hand, slowly stroking it. “Do you have some kind of oil?” he asked. Rory reached into the night table and pulled out a tube of lube. Tim squirted some on Rory's cock and began stroking. He tried fast and slow, hard and soft, and Rory seemed to like it all. Then Tim got up and straddled Rory's thighs, a maneuver that let him play with both hands. He reached up Rory's chest and played with his nipples. “Is this ok?” he asked.

“It's great,” Rory said dreamily, lying back with his eyes closed. Tim moved closer and kissed him. Rory responded with an ardent embrace. Here goes, thought Tim. He reached behind himself and held Rory's cock. Then he sat back, gasping as the well lubed erection slid up his ass. He took the length without stopping until his butt was firmly planted on Rory's pelvis. “Oh! Fuck!”

“Wait, Tim,” Rory protested. “No. Don't! It'll hurt.”

Tim was taking deep breaths, feeling the pain. It hurt more than he expected. He held still. “Yes,” Tim whispered. He shut his eyes tightly and bent forward to kiss Rory.

Rory saw his pain and kissed him carefully. “No, baby, don't do it.”

“Yes, we are doin' it,” Tim insisted and gingerly he began small motions, riding the cock that felt so huge. The pain wasn't getting any worse. He opened his eyes and watched the growing pleasure on Rory's face. Rory pulled him close and began a gentle fucking. It didn't feel great, but the pain was much less. Tim moved gently countering Rory's motions. The pain changed to a feeling of fullness. Rory was pushing up into him now, faster. Tim bent forward for another kiss and he felt Rory's cock swell and pulse, thrusting hard into his ass. Rory groaned massively and held Tim a vise-tight grip and he thrust repeatedly. There was no pain at all as Tim relaxed and watch the spasms of orgasm possess his teacher. He kissed him over and over as the calm returned. A brief hurt and then a feeling of emptiness returned when Rory's cock slipped out. And then they embraced and kissed some more.

“You are the sweetest lover I've ever known,” Rory told him.

“Lover.” Tim chewed on the word. “I guess we are. I've never felt as close to someone as I do to you right now.”

“You went through twelve years of school in about a half hour,” Rory said. They kissed some more.

“I don't want to go home, ok? I want to stay with you,” Tim said.

“Of course.”

“I want to sleep all tangled up like a pile of new puppies,” Tim said. They lay in each other's arms enjoying the closeness, the kisses, the touches, and eventually the sleep.

There was no sleep for Darren and Seth. Luke had said drink water so eventually Seth needed to piss again. It was still painful, but not as frightening. “So what happened when you got into the mysterious SUV?” Darren asked, lying on Seth's bed, eager at last for the rest of the story.

“Well, I wasn't sure what would come next.”

“But you like getting fucked, don't you? Ready for almost anything,” Darren asked.

“Yes, you ought to know that.”

“I do. I know how good a fuck can be.”

“You do? At last you got de-virginized?”

“No. Not yet, but soon I think. I've tried a few times, almost done it; but I think Z put a curse on my ass. I can hear Z chanting, 'You are doomed to remain a virgin until the gay marriage laws are changed.' You know how he ...”

“Darren! Focus! This is not about you. I swear you get as drifty as Rory sometimes.”

“You think? Rory, huh?” Seth glared at him and Darren focused. “Ok, back to the SUV story.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
I guess I'm not surprised - that was a fast cultivating infection.
Here's hoping ALL it is is Gonnorhea or Clap.

And Tim & Rory - puppy dog romance - that's cute, and sounds so right.
Some things should be gentle and slow and oh so intense.
ALL at the same time.

Thanks for the chapter.

 

[seanystarr]

yay for rory he got the guy...poor seth, lesson learned i hope!

 

[EasyRory]

Session Twenty-Nine

“Ok, back to the SUV story.” Darren said

“Wait. All that water I'm drinking. Be right back.” Seth again headed for the bathroom and returned. It wasn't hard to see the terror underneath his calm statement, “I'm pissing blood. It hurts to walk.”

Darren responded instantly. “I'll get Larry to drive us to the hospital or we can get a taxi.” Darren helped Seth down the stairs. “Wait here,” he said as Seth sat on the lowest step. He dashed out the door and soon returned to help Seth to the curb and into Larry's truck. The smallest bumps in the almost perfect pavements caused Seth pain.

The wait in the ER seemed to take forever even after Seth completed the large amount of paperwork. “I'm sorry for the delay,” Luke said when he finally saw Seth. “Pain isn't always a reason to get seen first. We had a miscarriage and a heart attack ahead of you.”

Seth nodded finding it difficult to talk. “There's blood in my urine and my whole lower abdomen hurts, like there's something wrong inside.” Soon Seth's body was being explored in ways he had heard of but never experienced. The anesthesia worked and he watched the progress through his insides as if they were the sewers of Vienna. “Cue the zithers. Where's Orson Welles?” he babbled.

Darren and Larry waited and waited and waited some more amidst the unreality of the hospital, the old magazines, a television program no sentient being would willingly watch, and the strangest collection of unattractive people ever assembled outside of Bedlam. The attendants were careful not to meet anyone's gaze, and for long stretches nothing appeared to happen despite purposeful comings and goings of people in lab coats and scrubs.

“It's like sirens; half the time I think they're just going for pizza,” Darren commented. “These people only hustle when they're going to the cafeteria.”

“My theory is that the sick attract each other. The people who work here are actually just as bad off as the patients, only more lively, in some cases,” Larry said while he watched a nurse the size of a Coke machine waddle down a hallway hobbled by a uniform that chafed her thighs and burdened by the weight of a clipboard.

“There's Eric and Luke.” Darren proposed exceptions.

“Maybe we just don't know what's wrong with them yet,” Larry joked.

Luke came out and walked over to Larry and Darren. “Seth wants you there when I talk to him.” The three of them walked into an area subdivided by insubstantial curtains that provided the same degree of privacy as an Asian whorehouse.

“The bad news is you don't have gonorrhea,” Like began. “That's bad because we know how to cure that. You have an inflammation and infection of the prostate, caused by something we don't recognize here. The antibiotics I gave you earlier and the alpha-blocker you just got should control the pain and other symptoms. I'd like to keep you overnight so we can watch for any progression. The agent of the infection seems to be both bacterial and viral, or maybe it's two agents. We're not sophisticated enough in our diagnostics here. We'll get a urologist and better tests in the morning. Meanwhile, keep drinking lots of water and enjoy your night in the hospital.” That was the only time the attending nurse ever saw a doctor kiss a patient, but then Luke was a pretty amazing doctor and the kiss was on the forehead.

Darren and Larry accompanied Seth to the room he was to share with some guy who looked yellow in fluorescent light. “Enteric isolation,” the nurse explained, “Both people have intestinal infections. Mr. Hepatitis meet Mr. Prostatitis.” The yellow guy was more whacked than Seth and just raised a hand slightly in hello.

Darren and Larry stayed and talked with Seth until he started to nod. “I still want to hear about the SUV ride,” Darren said.

“See you tomorrow,” said Larry. He left his number with the nurse and suggested he could pick up Seth in the morning. She told Larry to plan on an eleven o'clock release time.

When Larry and Darren got back to Eric's house they called Seth's mother. Larry explained who he was and told her that Seth was in the hospital with a mystery infection but doing well and probably would be released in the morning. Amanda said she would be on the first plane in the morning.

Darren went to the Musuem and discussed data elements with Sean and Christopher. Tom's prediction that they would have difficulty deciding on format was right at least that morning. Darren tried the tack of just selecting the data and worrying about layout later but even then there were differences.

“Guys, storage is cheap. We can include all the data elements you can dream up and even modify the database later if you want, but let's agree on a baseline and get started. If you don't really know what you want to do, it's probably too soon to have a contractor up and running – or billing.”

Sean glanced out the window. “Here comes Tom. His ass is so cute; I think I could pick him out of a crowd,” Sean sighed, sounding like a teenage girl.

The comment annoyed Darren but he tried to ignore it. “The Museum is paying him by the hour and so far we have nothing for him to do,” he cautioned.

Christopher, the more effeminate of the two, was also the more focused. “Darren's right, Sean. Can we agree on the outline? Then Tom can get a working model of the system running.”

“Hi, Tom,” Sean said. “We set up this disk for you.” Sean walked Tom to a desk and managed to pat his ass in the process.

“Here's an outline of data elements and some structured queries we roughed out. It should give you a sense of scale for the eventual system,” Darren said, laying a sheaf of papers in from of Tom.

Christopher and Darren left to inspect some of the art works on paper that needed special treatment in order to inventory and catalog them. Their departure left Sean sitting at his desk almost drooling over Tom across the room. He rose and walked over, sitting on the corner of Tom's desk. Tom pushed back from the desk and asked, “What's up?”

Sean was staring at Tom's crotch, which pretty much answered the question. Without varying his focus, Sean said, “We usually go to lunch around noon. You want to come along?”

“That kind of depends. If I'm coding and it's going well, I like to keep working. If I'm stuck on something, a lunch break is fine.”

Sean touched Tom's bicep. “I didn't notice how fit you are the last time you were here.”

“I wasn't wearing a t-shirt then. If this is too casual, I don't mind dressing more business-like,” Tom offered.

“No, that's fine. How do you stay in shape? Gym?”

“No, a bunch of us play lacrosse most days after work and run sometimes.”

“Sex is good exercise,” Sean suggested, looking back at Tom's denim-clad bulge.

“Yes, it is,” Tom said as indifferently as he could.

Sean slid off the desk and slowly walked back to his own.

When Darren and Chris got back, Darren showed Tom some old catalog cards. “They're typed in uniform format; do you think we could capture the data optically? It would save a ton of work.”

“Can I take these? I'm going work back at the office and bring you something in the morning. I'll have better mainframe access there.”

Amanda was frustrated by full airplanes and couldn't get to Alameda until early afternoon. Larry reassured her, “That's ok, I'll pick him up and he'll be at Eric's house. Just come right there when you get in. It's a short cab ride from the Oakland airport.”

Seth was ready at eleven as the nurse had predicted. He looked pale and the infection had weakened him. He was dreading the walk to the car until Larry picked him up and carried him. When he was seated in the car, he said, “Thanks. I didn't expect that.”

“Fireman,” Larry smiled and walked around to get in the driver's seat. They quickly covered the short distance to San Antonio Avenue and Larry carried Seth first to the front door and then to what had been Logan's room.

“Does everybody you save from a fire fall in love with you?” Seth asked. Larry laughed and said no. “I've never felt so safe as when you were carrying me.” He almost immediately fell asleep. Larry took his shoes off and covered him with a blanket.

Amanda arrived and Larry took her to her son immediately. “I'll put your things in my room next door.”

“Thank you. But what will you do?”

“I'll grab some stuff and use the bedroom in the attic. When he wakes up, I'll give him some pj's. His room is next door, so we can get whatever else he needs.”

Larry took essentials up to the attic and put them in the dresser. He sat on the bed and memories came flooding back. He found a t-shirt of Cal's. The room smelled like him. Larry quickly went down to the kitchen and made some coffee for himself.

Amanda came down soon. “He's sleeping. I didn't want to wake him.”

“The doctor said it's an infection and he'll sleep a lot until the antibiotics start to work. Coffee? Tea? Are you hungry? There's a bunch of restaurants close by. Or there's some coffee cake.”

“Tea and coffee cake would be great.”

“Good, that's easy. Then I'll do some shopping. Lots of liquids, the nurse said.”

“You're being so nice. I should have known any friend of Eric would be as nice as he is.”

“It's a little payback. I needed help and Eric provided it; now I can help Seth and you.”

“Where is Eric, my wandering client? I'm afraid I haven't done much for him lately.”

“He and Z went to Mexico for a long weekend. They should be back tonight.”

“Mexico?” Amanda laughed. “That movie shoot turned into such a farce!”

“That's exactly where they went, Ensenada.” Larry decided Eric could tell her any other details. “Do you want to stay with Seth? There's an easy chair in my room or you can come along if you want.”

Larry returned with supplies for Seth and for dinner and found Eric and Z talking to Amanda. “I got Seth a bunch of stuff. The nurse said no citrus for a few days so there's other juices, chicken and beef broth, some chocolate drink, and a stuffed flank steak for us for dinner. I'll grill it.”

“Amanda, do you play lacrosse by any chance?” Eric asked.

She didn't but went along for the air. The usuals were all there including Andrew who had not known of Seth's illness. “No wonder he doesn't answer his phone,” Andrew commented.

“Where have you been?” Eric asked.

“Making a porn flick. I'll tell you later,” Andrew whispered. “All I can say is WOW!”

After the game broke up Darren walked to Tom's apartment. Inside he let his annoyance out. “Man, Sean pissed me off today. He doesn't do a damn thing. All he did was hang on you.”

Tom said, “Let's take a shower. I always get lonesome showering alone. Don't you?” That got Darren smiling, naked, steamy, and soapy in a hurry.

“I couldn't believe he grabbed your ass today,” Darren said as he soaped the object in question.

Tom laughed and kissed him, “Darren, you're jealous? Of Sean?”

“Jealous? No... Well ... maybe... a little. He saw you out the window and said what a cute ass you have.”

“Really?” Tom commented as he dried Darren off with a huge towel.

“Ever Chris thought it was blatant.” Darren giggled as Tom kissed his neck. He turned to the mirror and roughly combed his hair with his fingers.

Tom hugged him from the rear and felt the contours of Darren's ass press against his cock. “Blatant, huh?” He tasted Darren's neck and smelled his hair. “I think I like the smell of that shampoo.”

In bed things progressed rapidly. Tom lay on top of Darren, rubbing their cocks together. Darren spread his legs apart and Tom fit perfectly in between. They kissed with growing passion. Tom's cock was poking gently at Darren's balls and pelvis. Darren pulled him tighter. “Don't stop, fuck me,” Darren said.

Tom fiddled with a condom and Darren was impatient. “Don't bother with that. Just do it.”

“Seth is sick with some mystery God-knows-what. I love you. I'm using a condom!” Tom insisted.

“You love me?”

“Something like that.” Tom slowly penetrated Darren's ass as he kissed him in every place he could reach. Once Darren was used to having Tom's cock in him, Tom stopped and without too many contortions sat Darren's impaled ass on his lap and then sucked his cock. “Tell me when you're getting close.”

“I'm close now,” Darren said.

“I want you to come while I'm in you.” And Darren did. Tom's never pulled out. He stayed in Darren as his orgasm faded. Every now and then he would pump slightly to keep his erection rigid, while he told Darren how good he felt. Soon Darren was ready, starting to harden again. This time Tom fucked him seriously; it wasn't violent, but it was thorough, firm, and deep. Tom stroked Darren to another orgasm and came with him.

Darren was one chatty ex-virgin. “Oh, that was great. I know it'll get better, but it was great now. Man, what was I waiting for? I'm so glad it was you. You're a great fuck, Tom. Jeez. Kiss me some more. Kiss me? Hell, fuck me!”

Tom chuckled, “So now you're ready to fuck everybody in sight?”

“Absolutely everybody. Everybody named Tom that is. Everybody named Tom who is in this room. Basically just you. Just you, Tom.” Darren hugged Tom so tight he hoped they would fuse together.

“Well, you'll want to fool around. Maybe fool around a lot. I'm telling you do it. Just be careful, ok?”

“You're telling me to fool around? I thought you said you loved me?”

“Something like that, I said. But you're twenty and you just figured out what dicks are really for. You need to have a little fun.” Tom didn't want to stop kissing him but he did. “You want another shower?”

“No,” said Darren. “I want to smell like you all night.”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Another intriguing chapter -
We learn just a little more about Seth's issue - and hope the meds kick in and CURE him.

Still don't have much on the Ride, though.

And, there's still Eric & Z coming back from Ensenada - how was their trip to Mexico, and certain "coaches" who may be distantly related to one of our members?

Then the culmination (initiation?!) of Darren to Man on Man with Tom.
And Tom's poignant advice and statements. I love you, or something like that, and You'll want to fool around with other partners, get to know (your full sexuality and satisfaction/learn things) . . . An apparent contradiction, but perhaps a very selfless statement to make.

Thanks!

 

[EasyRory]

Session Thirty

Rory told Tim how much he liked being around him. “Everybody likes you, all my friends, I mean. It's good they haven't seen you naked. We'd have a crowd in the bedroom.”

“I'm too skinny. I'm too hairy. I'm too old,” Tim cataloged.

“Exactly, you're perfect.”

“No, you're perfect.”

“Oh, for God's sake, get a room you two!” Andrew said, barging into the bedroom, laughing. Tim and Rory were lying on the bed clothed except for their shoes; but despite their modest appearance, Tim was surprised and embarrassed. Andrew continued, “I see I've barely left the nest and my place is already taken. Congratulations on finding such a worthy replacement, Ror.” Andrew smiled at Rory and then crossed around the bed. “And you! You're fabulous – hairy or not!” He kissed a surprised Tim. I just need a few things and then you can get back to solving crimes … that IS what you were doing, right?”

“You broke the mood, dickhead,” Rory complained. “Let's all go to Eric's and visit Seth.”

At Eric's house the crowd grew and the pizza's were ordered. Andrew and Amanda compared notes on being agents. Eric and Z got to know Tim better. Darren and Tom tried not to look fresh from bed. Larry appeared on the stairs and beckoned to Darren.

Together they helped bath-robed and pyjamaed Seth into the room. They paused at the door and Seth looked from Darren on his right to Larry on his left. “My heroes,” he told the room with a smile. His mother joined him on a couch and fired a dozen mother's questions at him. “Yes, I'm feeling better. No, not great; but better. See, my forehead is cool. Yes, I'm warm enough. No, I'm not hungry. Yes, a little thirsty. Gatorade sounds fine.”

Amanda returned with the drink and continued the questions while the rest of the room listened. “Stop. Larry and Darren took care of me. Go hug them for a while,” Seth said trying unsuccessfully to pry Amanda loose. Finally he gave up and hugged her back. “I'm ok, Mom. And I'll be better soon.”

The rest of the guys drifted away and let Amanda have some time alone with Seth. Eric cornered Andrew and said, “Tell me about this porn flick.”

“Well,” Andrew teased. “There is so much to tell. We made it sort of a gay Cinderella story, thanks to Darren and Tom.”

“You used Darren?” Eric's eyes narrowed; he was ready to kill Andrew. Z perked up and listened.

“No, we didn't use Darren, except as a talent scout. Calm down. We used Darren's mentor at Cal, Wayne, who started out looking like a nerdy Joe Isuzu, except for having the biggest dick I've ever seen.”

“And you've seen a lot of dicks. I mean a LOT of dicks.”

“Quit it, Eric. Let him finish,” Z said.

“We basically used some guys to buff up Wayne, haircut, workout, new clothes, until they got him looking pretty good, in fact very good. As thanks you's he fucked them all. For the finale, we had him meet prince charming, who starts out all hunky and butch and I'm-gonna-fuck-you; and then he flips over when he sees Wayne's dick. Wayne ends up ditching the prince-dude and flipflopping with his semi-nerdy best friend, who looks kind of ordinary at first but is one passionate fucker when he gets going.”

“And Darren wasn't in any of it?”

“No, Aunt Eric, Darren wasn't in any of it.”

Eric's fists relaxed and so did Z. “What about distribution?”

“We sold it to a big porn house for a fee and a percentage. 'Eagle Productions presents Backflip's Glass Slipper.' The Slipper is a reference to Cinderella but in fact Wayne spills a glass of water, which was actually vodka, and has to take his clothes off in the first scene.”

“I have a feeling your audience won't give a shit about the literary references, as long as the sex is good,” Z said.

“The sex is great, if I do say so. Chris, for all Larry's bitching about him, is the most talented cameraman than porn has ever seen. I suppose it also helps that Seth's share should pay for a lot of hospital bills.”

“Tell him, he needs some good news,” Eric suggested. “Why do I always assume the worst about him?” Eric asked Z after Andrew went to talk to Seth.

“Lots of good reasons – from the past. I think he has changed, though.” Z looked over at Darren who was talking to Tom. “I think you can quit trying to protect Darren's innocence, Eric.”

“Somebody who's observant told me we looked that way in the beginning,” Eric said so Rory could hear.

Rory looked at Darren and then at Z. “You still look that way.”

Z laughed and then asked, “Did you hear about Andrew's porn production?”

Later, surrounded by pizza crusts, dirty dishes and glasses in the kitchen, Larry was interrupted by “There'll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight,” the ring tone Logan and loaded into his cell phone. He smiled at the memory; a real fireman's song Logan called it. He dried his hands and answered. “Hello? … Logan! Where are you? I see... Yes, of course... You know I understand... Christmas. It can't come soon enough. I lov...” The connection was broken. Well, Christmas isn't that far away, Larry thought as he went back to washing the dishes.

“You're not doing all the work,” Rory said, as he bagged up the garbage and the empty pizza boxes. “What's wrong?”

“Logan called. He won't be back until Christmas.”

“You know his time isn't his own. He's probably as sorry as you.”

“Maybe. Movie stars aren't models of … I don't know what. I knew it would be like this. I like two guys in my life and they're both career-obsessed.”

“You wouldn't have liked them if they weren't,” Rory said and got a look from Larry. “I don't mean you want to get dumped. I mean you liked them for their dedication. Shit, I don't know what I mean. Ignore me, Larry.” Rory started drying dishes.

“I'm sure Dorrance is guilty. It might not be murder one, but I sense he contributed to Brown's death,” Tim told Eric and Tom. “There's got to be some way to prove it.”

“It's weird. He loved; no, he lived to get fucked by Devon. I can't believe he would have suddenly changed and wanted to kill him,” Tom said.

“Drugs make people desperate.” Eric suggested.

“But even with the drug involvement - crystal meth, by the way ... why would Devon be part of that?” Tim mused. “It's a huge mystery to me.” Eric and Tom nodded.

Darren looked into the kitchen and said to Larry, “Hero time. Seth is tired.” With Amanda trailing, they helped Seth up to his room and eased him into bed.

“Heroes.” Seth said with gratitude in his smile.

“We can be three musketeers when you're better,” Larry said. “Scout out little old ladies. Help them whether they want it or not. I see a busy life ahead.”

Outside Rory said goodnight to Tim. “I want to meet your parents. Maybe we can take them out. Dinner? Movie? Do they go for that?”

Tim stopped smiling. “I don't know. My mom would go along, probably, but my dad … I don't know. He's not the most broad-minded person in the world.”

“Ok. I get it. Well, I can go along with any story you want to make up. We're coworkers, friends from the gym, whatever … ”

“I'm not sure. I don't like lying to them but I don't want you feeling second class, either.” Tim took one of Rory's hands and held it while he considered. “It's a little late for them tonight, they'll be going to bed about when I get home; but let's try it. Tomorrow will you come over for dinner?”

“Of course I will. Does your father have any special likes?”

“The Raiders, the Athletics, and the Army.” Tim waved as he drove away.

Rory walked home and then walked slower when he saw a shadowy figure on his front porch. He couldn't tell who it was and continued walking to the end of the block, where he pretended to put a letter into the mail box. He doubled back and approached his door. It was Dorrance.

“Hey, what's up?” Rory asked.

Dorrance was on something, in the light of the doorway his eyes were glazed and his speech was rapid and jerky. “You know me?”

“Yes. Ted Dorrance, I remember you.”

“You should. You bitch-fucked me in my truck. I need to talk to you.”

“Ok. Here or inside?” Rory asked.

Dorrance didn't seem to get the question. “Let's go in. Ok? Ok if we do that? I just want to talk. Ok? Ok if we do that?” He eyes barely focused and he couldn't seem to lock onto a single object. They went in and Rory reached for the light switch. “Leave it dark, ok? Leave it dark? I can see you.” Dorrance was slightly off balance and grabbed at Rory.

“Here's a chair. Sit down,” Rory offered.

“No. I want to stand,” Dorrance said, grabbing again at Rory. He steadied himself and held on. “If I weren't so fucked up, you'd be fun to hold onto. What do you say? You could fuck me again.” He reached for Rory's cock but missed and had to grab Rory around the waist to keep his balance.

“Easy, Ted. What do you want to talk about?”

“Devon. They think I killed him. I didn't kill him.” Dorrance was breathing hard, barely in control. “We used to fuck. Why would I kill the best fuck I ever had? You were ok and all, but Devon was primo.”

“Why is he dead then?”

“You think I killed him, too, don't you?” This time Dorrance got a hold of Rory's cock. He squeezed too hard for comfort and Rory knocked his hand out of the way.

“Keep your hands off me and sit down.” Rory shoved him into a chair. “Why should I think you didn't kill him?”

“All I wanted him to do was fuck me. Is that so bad? How 'bout if you fuck me? You're not so bad.”

“Dorrance, you're not making any sense. I'm getting you some water.”

When Rory returned to the living room with the glass he turned on a lamp. Dorrance was naked and jacking off, watching Rory approach. In spite of himself, Rory had to admire the body shaped by years of high school football. “Not bad, huh?” Dorrance flaunted himself.

“Get your clothes on and get out of here,” Rory ordered.

“Fuck me first,” Dorrance demanded. He sprang to his feet and grabbed Rory by the hair, pulling his head back and biting his neck.

Rory punched Dorrance in the stomach and kneed him in the balls. The one-two was effective; Dorrance collapsed on the floor, gasping and wimpering.

“What are you? A fucking vampire? Is that what you did to Devon? Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

Dorrance pulled on his jeans and got one arm into his shirt. Rory dragged him to the door and threw him out. Aimed perfectly, his shoes followed hitting him, thump, thump, in the back.

Rory stood panting, watching Dorrance jam his feet into his shoes and try to run. He fell twice before he got to his truck. He got in and then nothing happened. Dorrance had passed out at the wheel.

Rory called Tim and recounted the events. “Let him sleep it off,” Tim said. “He's harmless for now. He's obsessed with getting fucked and he probably will want more dope when he wakes up. Hmm... He likes big dicks... Who's got the biggest dick you know?”

 

[DonQuixote]

Rory,
Wow. Just, wow.

Ted is fucked up royal. He's crying for more than a fuck, he's crying for help.

It was an exciting twist to end the chapter.

And, Seth - poor, poor, Seth. At least he's starting to mend, but it's going to take some time.

It's good to see some of Mama Eric, lol, and Z.

Rory & Tim look to be a good thing for each other.

Thanks, once more, for all of your time and effort in bringing us this story.

 

[seanystarr]

still want to know what happened to seth in that SUV!