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EasyRory
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Thanks. Pictures don't do it justice.
I believe the photo the link shows was taken from the Harbor Bay section of town, where Eric had the food fight in "Eric's Story".
Harbor Bay, filled land added onto the part of town known as Bay Farm Island is not on the "island" of Alameda at all, it's in a part of the city adjacent to the mainland Oakland Airport. Once upon a time, Bay Farm actually was an island and Alameda's current island section was part of the mainland until a 1930's-era jobs program started throwing dirt around. A tortured history; they like it that way.
EasyRory
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Session Thirty-One
“Wayne, we want you to pretend you're a ghost,” Tim told the curious PhD. The more Wayne heard the more interested he was. “You don't have to look like Devon. That would be pretty hard since Devon was black,” Tim told him.
“He was pretty light-skinned,” Tom said.
“Doesn't matter. Wayne only has to know a few facts. One, Dorrance is half out of his mind on drugs. Two, he's obsessed with big dicks. And three, he might be violent.” At the last comment Wayne looked a little worried. “Don't worry. We'll take him down if he makes one wrong move toward you. Now, you are sure you're willing to try this?”
“You said it's the only shot you have. I'll be at Tom's at nine tonight. Let's do it.” Wayne had a different approach to life, almost swashbuckling since Andrew made him over. He quickly changed his plans for the evening.
Andrew called Z and said, “My non-compete period is up. You ready to work? Nordstrom is happy with you. You and Darren can model at a men's night sale at their store on Market. It'll be an easy night. You'll get an appearance fee and commission on any sales. Ok?”
“I'll assume it's ok with Darren and say yes,” Z answered.
“Where is Darren? What's he up to these days?” Z told Andrew about the Museum job and Andrew had one more question. “Would he mind if I called on him there?”
Andrew took Z's I-dont-know as a yes and popped in at the Museum offices completely surprising Darren. “Darren, I just wanted to confirm with you the Nordstrom job next Thursday night in the city. Can you do it?”
“I've never sold clothes. I don't know if I can do it.”
“Of course you can. All you have to do is look good. That's easy for you,” Andrew encouraged.
“I'll say,” Christopher contributed, sotto voce.
“Hello? You have another agent?” As he automatically did with everyone he met, Andrew was appraising Christopher for potential. He pigeon holed the older man as an unlikely prospect.
“Andrew, this is Christopher. He and Sean McDermott are my bosses.”
“Sean McDermott? No shit. Where is Sean?” Andrew asked.
“He's at a staff meeting. He should be here any minute. Do you know him?” Darren asked.
“Maybe. I knew a Sean McDermott once.”
“We all got our jobs through Professor Mancini at the Film Institute,” Christopher volunteered.
“Fagin Mancini! Jeez!” Andrew exclaimed, hitting himself on the forehead.
“I think his name is Anthony, actually,” Christopher interjected.
“We called him Fagin because he always had a bunch of young guys hanging around.”
Sean returned to the office and was momentarily at a loss. Then, “Andy! The Artful Dodger!” he cried. “I haven't seen you since Northridge!” He looked at Andrew in amazement and then explained for Christopher's benefit, “We were both students of Mancini at Cal. State Northridge.”
“You mean we were both deflowered by Mancini, although you were always a pretty faded rose, Sean.”
Christopher rolled his eyes and said, “I guess Mancini's fucked half the Institute.”
“Half, meaning ALL the guys,” Sean laughed. “Although he used to be the last gasp of straight sex for more than a few lesbians, I believe.”
“Darren, if your brother knew what a hotbed you have landed in, he'd kill me,” Andrew said.
“Why? I got the job through Rory.”
“Rory being my ex-lover,” Andrew explained to Sean.
“Rory? No shit? You never used to get the hotties,” Sean said.
“Yes, well the years have been kind to ME at least,” Andrew said looking Sean up and down.
“Four years difference, if I recall, Andy. Why exactly have you resurfaced in my life, anyway?”
“Not your life. Darren's life.” Andrew opened his briefcase and handed Sean a catalog that had Darren and Z on the cover.
“Wow! Twins?”
“He's my older brother,” Darren said.
“They're my clients,” Andrew said rather proudly.
Andrew left and the upshot was that Sean and Christopher promised they would both go to the Nordstrom men's night to cheer Darren on. “Old Andy does look pretty good,” Sean admitted. “He's come a long way from Sherman Oaks. Wrong side of the Boulevard, of course,” he added, winking at Darren, who had barely heard of Sherman Oaks and had no idea what boulevard he was talking about. “Rather made a fool of himself over Mancini. Of course, you did, too, Christopher.”
The reunion with Andrew made an immediate change in Sean McDermott; it seemed he now had something to prove. To Darren's delight, he took a different and more serious approach to the catalog project. His new approach was to rely totally on Darren. Whatever Darren proposed was approved. Whatever schedule worked for Darren worked for the Museum insofar as Sean could make it happen. The catalog Andrew left ended up in Christopher's desk, however. Later that day Christopher took it to a stall in the men's room and slowly paged through it, pausing over all the shots of Darren and Z.
In his own office Tom couldn't work. He told Rory he had to get out of the place. The anticipation of his part in the planned Dorrance drama was eating at him. He worried he would mess up his role. He worried he would somehow look bad in Darren's eyes. He wondered how Wayne could be so cool about his part. He was ashamed of feeling turned on by Tim. Why did the cop have to be so hot, he wondered. He paced up and down the beach, yearning for the serenity it usually inspired. Then he thought of what a kind person Devon had been and that calmed him. I'm doing it for Devon and I won't fuck it up, he resolved. He went to his apartment and drink a mojito.
Rory left work early too and went to the Raider Image store in Oakland. He bought an inexpensive key chain that featured a revolving football. One side of the ball looked just like a regular football and the other side was the pirate logo of the Raiders. He transferred his keys from his company key chain to his new purchase. Because of plans for later in the evening, dinner at Tim's house was going to start and end early.
He arrived at Tim's with a cake from Boniere's and met Mr. and Mrs. Dixon. Tim's mother was sweet and welcoming and said she loved anything from Boniere's. Tim's father was polite but aloof until he saw Rory's key chain.
“You are a fan of the Raiders?” he asked. That was all the opening Rory needed. They discussed quarterback problems and then owner problems, problems common to most NFL teams. Then Rory mentioned the Alameda High team and Mr. Dixon really warmed up, having played on that team in his youth. The fact that Rory knew Cal and Larry from the coaching staff only made things easier. Then to seal the deal he gave the key chain to Tim's dad, insisting it was nothing.
At dinner, made half by Tim and half by his mother, conversation was easy until Tim left the table to take a phone call. “Are you the reason Timmy's smiling so much lately,” Tim's mother asked.
Rory could only say, “I'm not sure I know what you mean.”
Tim's dad then said, “She means exactly what you think she means. We're glad to see him happy; he's way too serious for a fine young man. And you're a nice surprise too. I was ready not to like you, but you're easy to like. You're a fine young man, too.”
“So you know about ...”
“Oh, hell, yes. But don't tell Tim. He thinks we're stupid or something.”
“Arthur! Rory will think ...”
“I hope Rory will think we like him, we're glad he's here, and we just don't want to know any details if he spends the night. Our bedroom, Rory, is in the back of the house on this floor and Tim's is all the way in the front on the second floor. But we're not deaf, mind you.”
Rory could only smile. In fact his mouth was a little open as all three of them shared smiles.
“What did I miss?” Tim asked but didn't wait for an answer. “That was Corrigan, who is in on the Dorrance case.” To Rory he said, “Irish cops; that's Alameda for you, huh? We need to go.”
They quickly loaded the dishwasher and said good night to the Aged P's, as Tim called them. “I'm taking you home,” Tim said. “I don't know how this is going to go tonight, but maybe I can see you later. My parents liked you, Rory; I could tell.”
“Is this dangerous tonight? Tom was nervous all day about it.”
“There shouldn't be any physical risk; but you never know. Tom's worried he'll screw up his part, but it should go easier than he thinks. Wayne is the one who has to be convincing.”
After Z's seafood Newburg, Amanda Behar sat on Carolyn Alber's front porch sipping a schnapps. Carolyn was busy telling her how much she liked Seth and enjoyed hearing his plans, all music to a mother's ears. Amanda admired the condition of the yards of the two houses. “I haven't seen things so tidy since Nedra Weinstein did the macarena last Fourth of July. The earth shook and she trampled half of West Hollywood.”
“Eric and his friends do it all,” Carolyn said. “I couldn't have better neighbors. They're delightful young men and easy on the eyes, too. I hope you don't think I'm a dirty old woman,” Carolyn giggled, “but sometimes they cut the grass with their shirts off and it quite takes my breath away.”
“A lot of people liked Eric with his shirt off. He had huge potential in Hollywood; but he prefers a life with Z here in Alameda. I have to say after this visit, I understand his reasons; but as an agent it hurts me to see that much talent go to waste,” Amanda confided.
“Well, let me assure you, I don't think Seth's talent will go to waste. He's an organized fellow and he learns quickly.” They sipped the fiery liqueur and watched occasional traffic pass slowly by.
One of those slow vehicles was driven by Tom who was going to Washington Park where Tim had told him he would find Dorrance smoking pot. Tom parked and walked slowly past a grove of trees. A couple of stoners were in the grove moving oddly, in fact dancing to the phantom music provided by their head phones. Tom called Dorrance's name but got no response. He approached closer. “Ted?” he called. He had to touch Dorrance to get his attention.
“Hey, Engine Man. How you doin'? It's been a while.”
“Ted? Have you seen Devon?”
“The dude's dead, man. You been sleeping too much?”
“I know he's dead, but I've seen a guy who is like him. He seems to know him. I think he knows a lot about Devon, like he's channeling him or something weird.”
“No shit! Cool!”
“He asked me if I wanted to get fucked. He told me he has inherited Devon's dick. Sounds like a load, huh? I told him I usually did the fucking, but I asked him how he got Devon's dick. He said it just started growing and growing after Devon died.”
“No shit! That's way cool. More than cool.”
“And I wondered if you had seen this guy or just me.”
“Yeah, wait one, dude. I see the candy man.” Dorrance walked unsteadily over to a dark rangy man who seemed to know him. Tom saw an exchange of some kind take place and then Dorrance dumped the contents of a small glassine envelope into his hand. He turned out of the wind and Tom couldn't see what he did next while he was bent over. Then he walked more upright back to Tom.
“Whoa! That was fine stuff! You still as hot to trot as you used to be?”
“Sometimes I am. You want to come over? You might meet this Devon dick guy.”
“You think?” Dorrance rubbed up against Tom, humping his leg a little. “Can you feel that? I think I might be growing, too.”
“I think you are. Feels good, dude,” Tom said and realized he wasn't lying.
“I don't mind being on top sometimes, you know,” Dorrance said as he squeezed Tom's ass. “I can be pretty good that way, too, you know? How's the little Engine running these days?” He felt Tom's cock. “Hey, you're half way there.”
“Ok, come on home with me. We'll figure out something,” Tom told him. Ted agreed and during the brief ride back to Tom's place, what was probably crystal took a firmer hold on Dorrance. He put his face in Tom's lap and started chewing on his cock through his jeans. He tried to open the fly but couldn't manage it.
“A little help here? It's hard to be a cocksucker through denim,” Dorrance demanded, a belligerence creeping into his tone.
“Chill, man. We're almost there. Just let me park,” Tom temporized.
Once inside, Tom sipped another of Devon's trademark mojitos leftover from the earlier pitcher. Dorrance wanted only water and was impatient. “Let's get naked!” he proposed. Impatiently, while he undressed, he continued, “Come on, dude. Get those jeans off.” With his clothes in a pile on the floor and lacking any hint of an erection, Dorrance began pawing at Tom to hurry him along. “Fuckin' buttons,” he muttered.
“Wait a second. Let me get my junk off the bed; then we can mess around.” Tom disappeared into the bedroom.
Tim pulled him against a shadowed wall where he and Corrigan waited with a camcorder. “Ok,” he whispered after a short pause, “Now.”
“Come on, Ted. Get your ass in this bed. I'm all ready.”
They waited and Dorrance entered the room, groping in the almost total darkness. He stumbled onto the bed and climbed under a blanket. “There you are. Hey, you sure didn't feel this big before.”
“I think it's Devon's dick come back to life,” Wayne said from under the same blanket. “I never used to be this big.”
“Bullshit, dude. You're making this up,” Dorrance said.
“Feel it again. Am I making that up?” Wayne paused. “You want to feel it in your ass? I have this sense you'd like it kneeling, right? That's how you used to do it with Devon.”
“Well, yeah, a lot of the time. How the fuck do you know?”
“The dick knows. I don't know anything.”
“You're not Engine. Who the hell are you?”
“Does it matter? You'll still get a good fuck.” There was rustling in the bed and Wayne continued, “Can't keep your hands off of it, can you? Just like with Devon.” Dorrance began sucking on Wayne's cock. “That's right. Get me ready. Let's do it the way we used to. The way you liked it.” Wayne handed Dorrance a bottle of lube.
The camera needed more light and Corrigan opened the bedroom door wider. It spooked Dorrance; he froze. “What was that?”
“Probably Devon's ghost,” Wayne said.
“Bullshit! What's going on?” Dorrance demanded, looking around in the darkness.
“Shut the fuck up,” Wayne said with steely calm. He rolled Dorrance over and teased him. “You want this or not?” He put the head of his cock up to Dorrance's hole and pushed without entering.
“Yeah, do it,” Dorrance said and then gasped in anguish as Wayne entered him.
“Pussy,” Wayne said. “Coward. Devon was right about you.” Wayne abruptly pulled his cock out of Devon, setting off a cry.
“No! No! Aah! Put it back in. Please!”
“The dick has a mind of it's own,” Wayne claimed; and as suddenly as he had pulled out, he impaled Dorrance again. Dorrance groaned in pain. “This was why you killed him, wasn't it?”
“No, it was a mistake. Devon released the parking brake himself. FUCK!” Dorrance screamed as Wayne jammed into him balls deep.
“You could have stopped it!” Wayne demanded.
“No, I never felt the car roll. I was coming. Devon shoved me off to stop the car and my knee hit his head. I heard a snap. God! It was awful! Oh! Shit! Fuck me more!” Dorrance was frantic. Then he changed, “No stop! It hurts! Something happened! It hurts bad. I can't do this.” Dorrance got off the bed and staggered into the living room. They heard sniffling.
“See what he's doing,” Tim whispered and Tom went into the living room.
“Engine? Where'd you come from?” Dorrance sobbed. “It was never supposed to happen like that. I never meant to hurt Devon.” Dorrance's crying jag was as consuming as his need to get fucked had been a minute before.
“Are you hurt? Is your ass bleeding?” Tom asked.
“My ass is ok. It all replayed in my head. I saw that night with Devon all over again. It felt like my head broke inside. I can still see him. The fucker's laughing at me.” Dorrance began dressing. “It got so he always laughed at me once he saw my need.” Dorrance pulled on his shoes. “He knew he had me.” Dorrance left.
Tim and Officer Corrigan came out of the bedroom. “Maybe we heard the truth. Maybe we didn't. Either way, we'll never be able to prove a thing,” Tim said. “Jeez, Neil, what's going on?” Corrigan was having a little problem with the front of his trousers.
Wayne came out of the bedroom dressed. “I'm not sure you could have done anything legally even if he admitted murder. The circumstances probably tainted the evidence… ”
“I wanted a believable answer for Devon's friends and family.” Tim said. “I guess we got one. I don't really give a damn about Dorrance. He's a lost cause anyway. One way or another, his life will be short.”
“Maybe with help ...” Tom offered.
“Yeah. Maybe, but 'help' doesn't help much with people like him. Thanks for trying, guys. You did an amazing job. Especially you, Wayne.”
“Really … Amazing … ” That was all Corrigan could say. He still couldn't believe what he had witnessed. His hands trembled slightly as he put the camcorder back into its carrying case.
When they had left, Tom and Wayne drained the mojito pitcher and Tom made a half-pitcher more. “Thanks, here's to Devon,” Wayne toasted. “That Cornelius Corrigan is one cute cop with a little erection problem,” he observed.
Tom knocked back a healthy slug of his drink. “Forget it. One hundred and fifty percent straight as an arrow, Tim says. Married young; divorced young; and he got the kids. The kids are his life. Wife was hot but a total bitch. Still, you never know, I guess.” Tom took another drink. “But, that scene in the bedroom would have made a plate of spaghetti hard. You really were unbelievable.”
“It left me kind of horny. You wouldn't want to ... maybe … ?”
“Dude, I'm scared to death of your dick and I only saw the shadows,” Tom quickly replied.
“Oh, well. This is all Andrew's fault. Nobody used to pay any attention to me. Now I'm frightening.”
“I wouldn't say frightening. You'll make lots of guys happy, Wayne; but I'm already happy.”
“Darren? Good for you two. Even Mancini had his eye on Darren.”
“Wayne, we want you to pretend you're a ghost,” Tim told the curious PhD. The more Wayne heard the more interested he was. “You don't have to look like Devon. That would be pretty hard since Devon was black,” Tim told him.
“He was pretty light-skinned,” Tom said.
“Doesn't matter. Wayne only has to know a few facts. One, Dorrance is half out of his mind on drugs. Two, he's obsessed with big dicks. And three, he might be violent.” At the last comment Wayne looked a little worried. “Don't worry. We'll take him down if he makes one wrong move toward you. Now, you are sure you're willing to try this?”
“You said it's the only shot you have. I'll be at Tom's at nine tonight. Let's do it.” Wayne had a different approach to life, almost swashbuckling since Andrew made him over. He quickly changed his plans for the evening.
Andrew called Z and said, “My non-compete period is up. You ready to work? Nordstrom is happy with you. You and Darren can model at a men's night sale at their store on Market. It'll be an easy night. You'll get an appearance fee and commission on any sales. Ok?”
“I'll assume it's ok with Darren and say yes,” Z answered.
“Where is Darren? What's he up to these days?” Z told Andrew about the Museum job and Andrew had one more question. “Would he mind if I called on him there?”
Andrew took Z's I-dont-know as a yes and popped in at the Museum offices completely surprising Darren. “Darren, I just wanted to confirm with you the Nordstrom job next Thursday night in the city. Can you do it?”
“I've never sold clothes. I don't know if I can do it.”
“Of course you can. All you have to do is look good. That's easy for you,” Andrew encouraged.
“I'll say,” Christopher contributed, sotto voce.
“Hello? You have another agent?” As he automatically did with everyone he met, Andrew was appraising Christopher for potential. He pigeon holed the older man as an unlikely prospect.
“Andrew, this is Christopher. He and Sean McDermott are my bosses.”
“Sean McDermott? No shit. Where is Sean?” Andrew asked.
“He's at a staff meeting. He should be here any minute. Do you know him?” Darren asked.
“Maybe. I knew a Sean McDermott once.”
“We all got our jobs through Professor Mancini at the Film Institute,” Christopher volunteered.
“Fagin Mancini! Jeez!” Andrew exclaimed, hitting himself on the forehead.
“I think his name is Anthony, actually,” Christopher interjected.
“We called him Fagin because he always had a bunch of young guys hanging around.”
Sean returned to the office and was momentarily at a loss. Then, “Andy! The Artful Dodger!” he cried. “I haven't seen you since Northridge!” He looked at Andrew in amazement and then explained for Christopher's benefit, “We were both students of Mancini at Cal. State Northridge.”
“You mean we were both deflowered by Mancini, although you were always a pretty faded rose, Sean.”
Christopher rolled his eyes and said, “I guess Mancini's fucked half the Institute.”
“Half, meaning ALL the guys,” Sean laughed. “Although he used to be the last gasp of straight sex for more than a few lesbians, I believe.”
“Darren, if your brother knew what a hotbed you have landed in, he'd kill me,” Andrew said.
“Why? I got the job through Rory.”
“Rory being my ex-lover,” Andrew explained to Sean.
“Rory? No shit? You never used to get the hotties,” Sean said.
“Yes, well the years have been kind to ME at least,” Andrew said looking Sean up and down.
“Four years difference, if I recall, Andy. Why exactly have you resurfaced in my life, anyway?”
“Not your life. Darren's life.” Andrew opened his briefcase and handed Sean a catalog that had Darren and Z on the cover.
“Wow! Twins?”
“He's my older brother,” Darren said.
“They're my clients,” Andrew said rather proudly.
Andrew left and the upshot was that Sean and Christopher promised they would both go to the Nordstrom men's night to cheer Darren on. “Old Andy does look pretty good,” Sean admitted. “He's come a long way from Sherman Oaks. Wrong side of the Boulevard, of course,” he added, winking at Darren, who had barely heard of Sherman Oaks and had no idea what boulevard he was talking about. “Rather made a fool of himself over Mancini. Of course, you did, too, Christopher.”
The reunion with Andrew made an immediate change in Sean McDermott; it seemed he now had something to prove. To Darren's delight, he took a different and more serious approach to the catalog project. His new approach was to rely totally on Darren. Whatever Darren proposed was approved. Whatever schedule worked for Darren worked for the Museum insofar as Sean could make it happen. The catalog Andrew left ended up in Christopher's desk, however. Later that day Christopher took it to a stall in the men's room and slowly paged through it, pausing over all the shots of Darren and Z.
In his own office Tom couldn't work. He told Rory he had to get out of the place. The anticipation of his part in the planned Dorrance drama was eating at him. He worried he would mess up his role. He worried he would somehow look bad in Darren's eyes. He wondered how Wayne could be so cool about his part. He was ashamed of feeling turned on by Tim. Why did the cop have to be so hot, he wondered. He paced up and down the beach, yearning for the serenity it usually inspired. Then he thought of what a kind person Devon had been and that calmed him. I'm doing it for Devon and I won't fuck it up, he resolved. He went to his apartment and drink a mojito.
Rory left work early too and went to the Raider Image store in Oakland. He bought an inexpensive key chain that featured a revolving football. One side of the ball looked just like a regular football and the other side was the pirate logo of the Raiders. He transferred his keys from his company key chain to his new purchase. Because of plans for later in the evening, dinner at Tim's house was going to start and end early.
He arrived at Tim's with a cake from Boniere's and met Mr. and Mrs. Dixon. Tim's mother was sweet and welcoming and said she loved anything from Boniere's. Tim's father was polite but aloof until he saw Rory's key chain.
“You are a fan of the Raiders?” he asked. That was all the opening Rory needed. They discussed quarterback problems and then owner problems, problems common to most NFL teams. Then Rory mentioned the Alameda High team and Mr. Dixon really warmed up, having played on that team in his youth. The fact that Rory knew Cal and Larry from the coaching staff only made things easier. Then to seal the deal he gave the key chain to Tim's dad, insisting it was nothing.
At dinner, made half by Tim and half by his mother, conversation was easy until Tim left the table to take a phone call. “Are you the reason Timmy's smiling so much lately,” Tim's mother asked.
Rory could only say, “I'm not sure I know what you mean.”
Tim's dad then said, “She means exactly what you think she means. We're glad to see him happy; he's way too serious for a fine young man. And you're a nice surprise too. I was ready not to like you, but you're easy to like. You're a fine young man, too.”
“So you know about ...”
“Oh, hell, yes. But don't tell Tim. He thinks we're stupid or something.”
“Arthur! Rory will think ...”
“I hope Rory will think we like him, we're glad he's here, and we just don't want to know any details if he spends the night. Our bedroom, Rory, is in the back of the house on this floor and Tim's is all the way in the front on the second floor. But we're not deaf, mind you.”
Rory could only smile. In fact his mouth was a little open as all three of them shared smiles.
“What did I miss?” Tim asked but didn't wait for an answer. “That was Corrigan, who is in on the Dorrance case.” To Rory he said, “Irish cops; that's Alameda for you, huh? We need to go.”
They quickly loaded the dishwasher and said good night to the Aged P's, as Tim called them. “I'm taking you home,” Tim said. “I don't know how this is going to go tonight, but maybe I can see you later. My parents liked you, Rory; I could tell.”
“Is this dangerous tonight? Tom was nervous all day about it.”
“There shouldn't be any physical risk; but you never know. Tom's worried he'll screw up his part, but it should go easier than he thinks. Wayne is the one who has to be convincing.”
After Z's seafood Newburg, Amanda Behar sat on Carolyn Alber's front porch sipping a schnapps. Carolyn was busy telling her how much she liked Seth and enjoyed hearing his plans, all music to a mother's ears. Amanda admired the condition of the yards of the two houses. “I haven't seen things so tidy since Nedra Weinstein did the macarena last Fourth of July. The earth shook and she trampled half of West Hollywood.”
“Eric and his friends do it all,” Carolyn said. “I couldn't have better neighbors. They're delightful young men and easy on the eyes, too. I hope you don't think I'm a dirty old woman,” Carolyn giggled, “but sometimes they cut the grass with their shirts off and it quite takes my breath away.”
“A lot of people liked Eric with his shirt off. He had huge potential in Hollywood; but he prefers a life with Z here in Alameda. I have to say after this visit, I understand his reasons; but as an agent it hurts me to see that much talent go to waste,” Amanda confided.
“Well, let me assure you, I don't think Seth's talent will go to waste. He's an organized fellow and he learns quickly.” They sipped the fiery liqueur and watched occasional traffic pass slowly by.
One of those slow vehicles was driven by Tom who was going to Washington Park where Tim had told him he would find Dorrance smoking pot. Tom parked and walked slowly past a grove of trees. A couple of stoners were in the grove moving oddly, in fact dancing to the phantom music provided by their head phones. Tom called Dorrance's name but got no response. He approached closer. “Ted?” he called. He had to touch Dorrance to get his attention.
“Hey, Engine Man. How you doin'? It's been a while.”
“Ted? Have you seen Devon?”
“The dude's dead, man. You been sleeping too much?”
“I know he's dead, but I've seen a guy who is like him. He seems to know him. I think he knows a lot about Devon, like he's channeling him or something weird.”
“No shit! Cool!”
“He asked me if I wanted to get fucked. He told me he has inherited Devon's dick. Sounds like a load, huh? I told him I usually did the fucking, but I asked him how he got Devon's dick. He said it just started growing and growing after Devon died.”
“No shit! That's way cool. More than cool.”
“And I wondered if you had seen this guy or just me.”
“Yeah, wait one, dude. I see the candy man.” Dorrance walked unsteadily over to a dark rangy man who seemed to know him. Tom saw an exchange of some kind take place and then Dorrance dumped the contents of a small glassine envelope into his hand. He turned out of the wind and Tom couldn't see what he did next while he was bent over. Then he walked more upright back to Tom.
“Whoa! That was fine stuff! You still as hot to trot as you used to be?”
“Sometimes I am. You want to come over? You might meet this Devon dick guy.”
“You think?” Dorrance rubbed up against Tom, humping his leg a little. “Can you feel that? I think I might be growing, too.”
“I think you are. Feels good, dude,” Tom said and realized he wasn't lying.
“I don't mind being on top sometimes, you know,” Dorrance said as he squeezed Tom's ass. “I can be pretty good that way, too, you know? How's the little Engine running these days?” He felt Tom's cock. “Hey, you're half way there.”
“Ok, come on home with me. We'll figure out something,” Tom told him. Ted agreed and during the brief ride back to Tom's place, what was probably crystal took a firmer hold on Dorrance. He put his face in Tom's lap and started chewing on his cock through his jeans. He tried to open the fly but couldn't manage it.
“A little help here? It's hard to be a cocksucker through denim,” Dorrance demanded, a belligerence creeping into his tone.
“Chill, man. We're almost there. Just let me park,” Tom temporized.
Once inside, Tom sipped another of Devon's trademark mojitos leftover from the earlier pitcher. Dorrance wanted only water and was impatient. “Let's get naked!” he proposed. Impatiently, while he undressed, he continued, “Come on, dude. Get those jeans off.” With his clothes in a pile on the floor and lacking any hint of an erection, Dorrance began pawing at Tom to hurry him along. “Fuckin' buttons,” he muttered.
“Wait a second. Let me get my junk off the bed; then we can mess around.” Tom disappeared into the bedroom.
Tim pulled him against a shadowed wall where he and Corrigan waited with a camcorder. “Ok,” he whispered after a short pause, “Now.”
“Come on, Ted. Get your ass in this bed. I'm all ready.”
They waited and Dorrance entered the room, groping in the almost total darkness. He stumbled onto the bed and climbed under a blanket. “There you are. Hey, you sure didn't feel this big before.”
“I think it's Devon's dick come back to life,” Wayne said from under the same blanket. “I never used to be this big.”
“Bullshit, dude. You're making this up,” Dorrance said.
“Feel it again. Am I making that up?” Wayne paused. “You want to feel it in your ass? I have this sense you'd like it kneeling, right? That's how you used to do it with Devon.”
“Well, yeah, a lot of the time. How the fuck do you know?”
“The dick knows. I don't know anything.”
“You're not Engine. Who the hell are you?”
“Does it matter? You'll still get a good fuck.” There was rustling in the bed and Wayne continued, “Can't keep your hands off of it, can you? Just like with Devon.” Dorrance began sucking on Wayne's cock. “That's right. Get me ready. Let's do it the way we used to. The way you liked it.” Wayne handed Dorrance a bottle of lube.
The camera needed more light and Corrigan opened the bedroom door wider. It spooked Dorrance; he froze. “What was that?”
“Probably Devon's ghost,” Wayne said.
“Bullshit! What's going on?” Dorrance demanded, looking around in the darkness.
“Shut the fuck up,” Wayne said with steely calm. He rolled Dorrance over and teased him. “You want this or not?” He put the head of his cock up to Dorrance's hole and pushed without entering.
“Yeah, do it,” Dorrance said and then gasped in anguish as Wayne entered him.
“Pussy,” Wayne said. “Coward. Devon was right about you.” Wayne abruptly pulled his cock out of Devon, setting off a cry.
“No! No! Aah! Put it back in. Please!”
“The dick has a mind of it's own,” Wayne claimed; and as suddenly as he had pulled out, he impaled Dorrance again. Dorrance groaned in pain. “This was why you killed him, wasn't it?”
“No, it was a mistake. Devon released the parking brake himself. FUCK!” Dorrance screamed as Wayne jammed into him balls deep.
“You could have stopped it!” Wayne demanded.
“No, I never felt the car roll. I was coming. Devon shoved me off to stop the car and my knee hit his head. I heard a snap. God! It was awful! Oh! Shit! Fuck me more!” Dorrance was frantic. Then he changed, “No stop! It hurts! Something happened! It hurts bad. I can't do this.” Dorrance got off the bed and staggered into the living room. They heard sniffling.
“See what he's doing,” Tim whispered and Tom went into the living room.
“Engine? Where'd you come from?” Dorrance sobbed. “It was never supposed to happen like that. I never meant to hurt Devon.” Dorrance's crying jag was as consuming as his need to get fucked had been a minute before.
“Are you hurt? Is your ass bleeding?” Tom asked.
“My ass is ok. It all replayed in my head. I saw that night with Devon all over again. It felt like my head broke inside. I can still see him. The fucker's laughing at me.” Dorrance began dressing. “It got so he always laughed at me once he saw my need.” Dorrance pulled on his shoes. “He knew he had me.” Dorrance left.
Tim and Officer Corrigan came out of the bedroom. “Maybe we heard the truth. Maybe we didn't. Either way, we'll never be able to prove a thing,” Tim said. “Jeez, Neil, what's going on?” Corrigan was having a little problem with the front of his trousers.
Wayne came out of the bedroom dressed. “I'm not sure you could have done anything legally even if he admitted murder. The circumstances probably tainted the evidence… ”
“I wanted a believable answer for Devon's friends and family.” Tim said. “I guess we got one. I don't really give a damn about Dorrance. He's a lost cause anyway. One way or another, his life will be short.”
“Maybe with help ...” Tom offered.
“Yeah. Maybe, but 'help' doesn't help much with people like him. Thanks for trying, guys. You did an amazing job. Especially you, Wayne.”
“Really … Amazing … ” That was all Corrigan could say. He still couldn't believe what he had witnessed. His hands trembled slightly as he put the camcorder back into its carrying case.
When they had left, Tom and Wayne drained the mojito pitcher and Tom made a half-pitcher more. “Thanks, here's to Devon,” Wayne toasted. “That Cornelius Corrigan is one cute cop with a little erection problem,” he observed.
Tom knocked back a healthy slug of his drink. “Forget it. One hundred and fifty percent straight as an arrow, Tim says. Married young; divorced young; and he got the kids. The kids are his life. Wife was hot but a total bitch. Still, you never know, I guess.” Tom took another drink. “But, that scene in the bedroom would have made a plate of spaghetti hard. You really were unbelievable.”
“It left me kind of horny. You wouldn't want to ... maybe … ?”
“Dude, I'm scared to death of your dick and I only saw the shadows,” Tom quickly replied.
“Oh, well. This is all Andrew's fault. Nobody used to pay any attention to me. Now I'm frightening.”
“I wouldn't say frightening. You'll make lots of guys happy, Wayne; but I'm already happy.”
“Darren? Good for you two. Even Mancini had his eye on Darren.”
Rory,
An exciting and gut wrenching chapter.
To remember Devin's poor demise, and witness how far Ted is falling into the pit of drugs and desperation.
Lots of fun in the reunion of classmates at the museum, though.
An exciting and gut wrenching chapter.
To remember Devin's poor demise, and witness how far Ted is falling into the pit of drugs and desperation.
Lots of fun in the reunion of classmates at the museum, though.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Session Thirty-Two
“That's why I like computers. They don't lie. They don't take drugs. They don't get excited. They're just on or off. You mean we'll never know what really happened to Devon?” Rory asked, hanging up his robe and climbing into bed.
“Most crimes go unsolved. Here, we pretty much know what happened, since Dorrance had no motive to lie and his story agrees with the facts. It's not a story I'm going to tell his family, but for Devon's friends I think it's the best explanation we'll ever get and almost certain to be true. It lets you reasonably conclude his death was an accident and not a brutal murder by some nut case.”
“Can I reasonably conclude you're spending the night?” Rory asked. Tim's arrival had awakened him a little after midnight.
“You can be absolutely sure of that.” Tim got out of his clothes and climbed in with Rory.
Rory welcomed him with a kiss and the comment, “Too hairy? Where did you ever get that idea?”
Computers may not get excited but Tim was. Rory was lying face down and Tim was alongside with one leg over Rory's thighs. Tim couldn't believe how good Rory's ass felt in his hand as he squeezed. “Scratch right between my shoulder blades?” Rory requested. “Ah! Right there. Thanks. Now you can go back to playing with my ass.”
“I'm sorry you don't feel satisfied with the outcome of the case. To me, cases where we know some sleazeball is guilty and we can't prove it are the worst.”
“Well, don't let me add to your frustration.”
“What do you mean?” Tim asked.
“There's lube and a condom on the night stand.”
Tim didn't need to be told twice. Although he was a beginner with guys, he made no beginner's mistakes. He lubed Rory and then thoroughly lubed his cock. He put the condom on and lubed it lightly on the outside. He liked slipping around inside the condom; the feeling was more intense than if it was just a one-fingered rubber glove. At least that was how it had worked with girls, he thought; but then he had never felt the tightness of a man's ass before, the pressure and immediacy of the contact. “My God, Rory! This is incredible.” Tim lay on top and slowly pumped his cock in and out, going deeper as he proceeded. Rory lay face down, relaxed, sometimes pushing his ass back against Tim; he kissed Tim's hand and sucked on a finger. He felt Tim's ardor and pleasure rise.
“Let me turn over, Tim.” They resumed the fuck face to face. “This way you could kiss me if you wanted. I'd like that.” Rory felt Tim's kisses all over his face and then his neck. “So sweet,” Rory sighed and pulled Tim closer.
The climax came too soon, of course. Tim wanted the fuck to last forever, but they never do. “I was too quick. I'm sorry.”
“You were just right. Perfect for me tonight. Slow and gentle and careful. I knew you wanted to make it good for me and fast enough that I knew you liked it – that I was good for you.”
“More than good.” Tim was a little frightened by how good. He couldn't tell Rory how much he was feeling; he hadn't figured it out for himself. “Can I come back when my parents go to my sisters for the weekend?”
“Anytime. You know they invited me to stay at your house?”
“They what?”
“...told me their room was in the back and your room was upstairs in the front. Your dad just asked that we keep the noise down.” Tim was astonished. “Close your mouth, Tim. They know ...”
In Eric's house down the street, Seth whispered to his friend in the hall, “Where exactly is my mother?”
Darren looked in the room and chuckled, “She's on the porch drinking firewater with Carolyn, probably talking about you.”
“Man, I gotta get her to go home. I know she means well, but she tried to give me a bath this morning. I'm not that sick.”
“You were that sick. You must be feeling better if you're back to bitching.”
“The drip is gone. The pain is gone. Pissing is easy. I even woke up hard this morning. Never thought I'd be so happy to piss.” Seth was obviously getting restless in his continuing confinement.
“You want to walk the hall? I'll walk with you,” Darren offered.
Seth was quickly out of the bed and walked the length of the hall from Larry's room back to Eric's, maybe thirty feet. He was halfway back to his own room when he felt dizzy and had to hold onto Darren the rest of the way. “Maybe I'm rushing things a little,” he admitted.
“You're still taking lots of medicine,” Darren said. “You'll feel better when you can stop most of that, I bet.” He helped Seth back into bed and sat next to him.”Andrew got Z and me a Nordstrom job; no more legal problems with his old company. You guys are going to be so good together.”
“What are you supposed to do?”
“Model some clothes in-store and try to sell them.”
“Right off your body? Wear some hot-looking underwear,” Seth laughed.
“I don't know how it's supposed to work. I guess I'll figure it out.” Then Darren looked devilish and lowered his voice even though they were alone, “So, Seth, tell me about that SUV ride. What went on?”
“Dude, it was so weird. Weird but profitable. I told you Gareth and I got in and we couldn't see the driver; it was partitioned like a limo.”
“I don't know much about limos,” Darren said.
“There was a black divider, like a panel so we couldn't see the driver and I guess he couldn't see us. Anyway, after a few minutes we were crossing the Golden Gate. Gareth said, 'We're going to a house in Mill Valley. Just go along with things. Do what they ask. It won't be anything you haven't done before and you'll make five hundred. If this works out, maybe we can team up again.”
“So far, so good” Darren waited for more of the story.
“The road sign said left for Mill Valley but we turned right, so I don't know exactly where we went. The house was on a hill over the water and the view was a strange building, San Quentin, I figured out.
We went in and somebody, maybe the driver, took us to a room with like a dozen lockers, just like school. He pointed at two of them. Gareth said, 'Come on, get changed.' So we put on the most fucked-up outfit, like little boy's Sunday stuff, with short pants and white shirts but no jacket. The pants were really short and showed off a lot without anything underneath. Even standing up, the head of Gareth's dick was hanging out of those shorts.”
Darren's eyes got wider. “No shit!”
“Then we went to a dark porch that looked out over the water to the prison. Everything was black, the walls, the furniture. It was hard to see even with the light coming from outside. There was just enough light to see some man, also in black and a kid - looked like the kid was real young at first, dressed like us. The kid, I don't know how old he was but up close he didn't look young at all, said, 'Daddy, who's here?' “
“Whoa! Weird!” Darren said. “I'd have been out of there so fast! Did you want to run?”
“Yeah, but five hundred would help Andrew and me a lot. I decided to hang around and Gareth didn't seem freaked. Not yet, anyway. So Daddy says, 'Oh look! Some boys for you to play with.' We all sat in a circle on cushions and a focused overhead light came on that spotlighted our laps. I couldn't see faces at all; but the rest was on display. Gareth has a pretty big dick so lots of him was hanging out of the shorts. You know me - not so much was hanging out. But the kid! Nothing! It was like he really was a kid in the dick department. 'Daddy look! I can see their pee-pees!' the kid says.”
“Seth! Man! I couldn't have done it!” Darren's mouth hung open.
“So the guy in black says, 'Let's play a game. Let's play tickle.' It was one of those how-much-can-you-take-before-you-laugh games; but the way it worked was our clothes were flimsy and they all got ripped, putting everything right out there. Gareth trims his pubes short so the kid didn't say anything, but he pointed at me and said, 'Eeuw! Look at all that hair!' I had to let him trim me, but I got an erection and only let him trim me a little. The kid complained I wasn't cooperating and the guy in black said, 'Maybe he needs to be punished.' 'Yes, yes!' the kid is ecstatic, clapping his hands. 'What shall we do with such a bad boy?' the Daddy asks.”
“I can't believe this,” Darren whispered.
“Neither could I but Gareth said, 'He'll play better, I promise,' and he glared at me. “Why are their pee-pee's sticking out, Daddy?' the kid says. 'You will too when you grow up,' the Daddy says but the kid had nothing to work with. He was really small, although he had big balls, amazingly big balls. Anyway, after a bunch more of the sickening baby talk, it was decided that I should get fucked by Gareth as a punishment. The kid was jacking Gareth off and watching me. But Gareth broke the mood and said 'Yeah, I'll fuck him' a little too eagerly. So the kid gets pissed off and decides I should fuck Gareth. Of course he used all this pee-pee talk and it took forever to figure out what he wanted. Gareth was not happy, not happy at all. He said it wasn't fair and then the kid cried and Gareth begged him to stop.”
“But he did it? He let you fuck him?” Darren asked.
“Bet your ass, he did. So Gareth's legs are in the air and I'm fucking him. Then the Daddy fucks the kid and the kid comes exactly when I do. Somehow he shoots a huge wad out of what looks like like no dick at all and then we're done. The Daddy and the kid disappear and Gareth says, 'Come on. It's over.' We got dressed … I wouldn't have minded a shower, but there wasn't one … and we got driven back to the city. I got five hundred and I don't know what Gareth got. I felt kind of scummy when I thought about it; but I'd have been glad to fuck Gareth anyway, so how bad was it really?”
“Pretty bad, I'd say; but it wasn't your fault. Maybe that's the only way the kid can get off. You were probably doing him a favor. Are you going to do it again?”
“I don't know if I want to, if Andrew and I can really start working on legitimate stuff. But you never know. The kid, though … so strange. His makeup got smeared and I could tell he had a really heavy, dark beard. I kind of felt sorry for him afterward.” Then Seth laughed, “But I never heard from Gareth again; and he was a really great fuck.”
“Wow! Amazing! I don't know what else to say. Amazing,” Darren looked shocked.
“Sethie!” Amanda's piercing cry shattered the night. “The Doctor is here!”
Darren said good night and let Amanda and Luke take over the room. “You sure make late house calls, Luke,” Seth commented. It was a little after eleven by the alarm clock Logan had left in the room.
“I just got off work and saw the lights; you'll save me a trip in the morning. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. I tried to walk the hall and got dizzy but it passed quickly.”
“You walked the hall?” Amanda was appalled.
“Mrs. Behar, could you leave us alone please?” Luke asked and she left reluctantly. “Seth, I need to examine you for anything we might have missed. Do you mind slipping the pj's down?” Luke examined Seth's penis minutely. “I'm looking for any sign of a lesion or puncture in the skin. Have you noticed anything like that?”
“No, I thought things were getting back to normal.”
“Do you always get an erection that easily?” Seth said no and Luke asked again, “Do you get an immediate erection when guys touch you?” Seth said it wasn't usually this immediate, but he got hard when touched. “Why do you think it was so quick this time?” Luke asked.
“'Cause you have a nice touch, maybe?” Seth answered and Luke laughed.
“Alright, you got me there. The thing is we really have no idea what was wrong with you. We sent specimens to the CDC for their analysis and all we know is that you seemed to have both a bacterial and a viral infection. Your system now has antibodies to an unknown virus and otherwise you seem as normal as anybody getting over a 'flu'.”
“Flu?” Seth questioned.
“For lack of a better description. Except for the penile discharge, the symptoms weren't much different. You know you still have an erection? We're not doing anything sexy; it should go down.”
“Of course I know. It's right in front of me. Luke, you're pretty appealing and you are touching my leg.”
“Oh, sorry. Cover up and we'll talk to your mother … Amanda, you want to come in?” Luke explained that all seemed well and that Seth should resumed normal activities as soon as he felt up to it. “Just watch yourself and if you notice anything unusual, let me know, ok?”
Seth grinned and said, “Buy that ticket home, Mom.”
“That's why I like computers. They don't lie. They don't take drugs. They don't get excited. They're just on or off. You mean we'll never know what really happened to Devon?” Rory asked, hanging up his robe and climbing into bed.
“Most crimes go unsolved. Here, we pretty much know what happened, since Dorrance had no motive to lie and his story agrees with the facts. It's not a story I'm going to tell his family, but for Devon's friends I think it's the best explanation we'll ever get and almost certain to be true. It lets you reasonably conclude his death was an accident and not a brutal murder by some nut case.”
“Can I reasonably conclude you're spending the night?” Rory asked. Tim's arrival had awakened him a little after midnight.
“You can be absolutely sure of that.” Tim got out of his clothes and climbed in with Rory.
Rory welcomed him with a kiss and the comment, “Too hairy? Where did you ever get that idea?”
Computers may not get excited but Tim was. Rory was lying face down and Tim was alongside with one leg over Rory's thighs. Tim couldn't believe how good Rory's ass felt in his hand as he squeezed. “Scratch right between my shoulder blades?” Rory requested. “Ah! Right there. Thanks. Now you can go back to playing with my ass.”
“I'm sorry you don't feel satisfied with the outcome of the case. To me, cases where we know some sleazeball is guilty and we can't prove it are the worst.”
“Well, don't let me add to your frustration.”
“What do you mean?” Tim asked.
“There's lube and a condom on the night stand.”
Tim didn't need to be told twice. Although he was a beginner with guys, he made no beginner's mistakes. He lubed Rory and then thoroughly lubed his cock. He put the condom on and lubed it lightly on the outside. He liked slipping around inside the condom; the feeling was more intense than if it was just a one-fingered rubber glove. At least that was how it had worked with girls, he thought; but then he had never felt the tightness of a man's ass before, the pressure and immediacy of the contact. “My God, Rory! This is incredible.” Tim lay on top and slowly pumped his cock in and out, going deeper as he proceeded. Rory lay face down, relaxed, sometimes pushing his ass back against Tim; he kissed Tim's hand and sucked on a finger. He felt Tim's ardor and pleasure rise.
“Let me turn over, Tim.” They resumed the fuck face to face. “This way you could kiss me if you wanted. I'd like that.” Rory felt Tim's kisses all over his face and then his neck. “So sweet,” Rory sighed and pulled Tim closer.
The climax came too soon, of course. Tim wanted the fuck to last forever, but they never do. “I was too quick. I'm sorry.”
“You were just right. Perfect for me tonight. Slow and gentle and careful. I knew you wanted to make it good for me and fast enough that I knew you liked it – that I was good for you.”
“More than good.” Tim was a little frightened by how good. He couldn't tell Rory how much he was feeling; he hadn't figured it out for himself. “Can I come back when my parents go to my sisters for the weekend?”
“Anytime. You know they invited me to stay at your house?”
“They what?”
“...told me their room was in the back and your room was upstairs in the front. Your dad just asked that we keep the noise down.” Tim was astonished. “Close your mouth, Tim. They know ...”
In Eric's house down the street, Seth whispered to his friend in the hall, “Where exactly is my mother?”
Darren looked in the room and chuckled, “She's on the porch drinking firewater with Carolyn, probably talking about you.”
“Man, I gotta get her to go home. I know she means well, but she tried to give me a bath this morning. I'm not that sick.”
“You were that sick. You must be feeling better if you're back to bitching.”
“The drip is gone. The pain is gone. Pissing is easy. I even woke up hard this morning. Never thought I'd be so happy to piss.” Seth was obviously getting restless in his continuing confinement.
“You want to walk the hall? I'll walk with you,” Darren offered.
Seth was quickly out of the bed and walked the length of the hall from Larry's room back to Eric's, maybe thirty feet. He was halfway back to his own room when he felt dizzy and had to hold onto Darren the rest of the way. “Maybe I'm rushing things a little,” he admitted.
“You're still taking lots of medicine,” Darren said. “You'll feel better when you can stop most of that, I bet.” He helped Seth back into bed and sat next to him.”Andrew got Z and me a Nordstrom job; no more legal problems with his old company. You guys are going to be so good together.”
“What are you supposed to do?”
“Model some clothes in-store and try to sell them.”
“Right off your body? Wear some hot-looking underwear,” Seth laughed.
“I don't know how it's supposed to work. I guess I'll figure it out.” Then Darren looked devilish and lowered his voice even though they were alone, “So, Seth, tell me about that SUV ride. What went on?”
“Dude, it was so weird. Weird but profitable. I told you Gareth and I got in and we couldn't see the driver; it was partitioned like a limo.”
“I don't know much about limos,” Darren said.
“There was a black divider, like a panel so we couldn't see the driver and I guess he couldn't see us. Anyway, after a few minutes we were crossing the Golden Gate. Gareth said, 'We're going to a house in Mill Valley. Just go along with things. Do what they ask. It won't be anything you haven't done before and you'll make five hundred. If this works out, maybe we can team up again.”
“So far, so good” Darren waited for more of the story.
“The road sign said left for Mill Valley but we turned right, so I don't know exactly where we went. The house was on a hill over the water and the view was a strange building, San Quentin, I figured out.
We went in and somebody, maybe the driver, took us to a room with like a dozen lockers, just like school. He pointed at two of them. Gareth said, 'Come on, get changed.' So we put on the most fucked-up outfit, like little boy's Sunday stuff, with short pants and white shirts but no jacket. The pants were really short and showed off a lot without anything underneath. Even standing up, the head of Gareth's dick was hanging out of those shorts.”
Darren's eyes got wider. “No shit!”
“Then we went to a dark porch that looked out over the water to the prison. Everything was black, the walls, the furniture. It was hard to see even with the light coming from outside. There was just enough light to see some man, also in black and a kid - looked like the kid was real young at first, dressed like us. The kid, I don't know how old he was but up close he didn't look young at all, said, 'Daddy, who's here?' “
“Whoa! Weird!” Darren said. “I'd have been out of there so fast! Did you want to run?”
“Yeah, but five hundred would help Andrew and me a lot. I decided to hang around and Gareth didn't seem freaked. Not yet, anyway. So Daddy says, 'Oh look! Some boys for you to play with.' We all sat in a circle on cushions and a focused overhead light came on that spotlighted our laps. I couldn't see faces at all; but the rest was on display. Gareth has a pretty big dick so lots of him was hanging out of the shorts. You know me - not so much was hanging out. But the kid! Nothing! It was like he really was a kid in the dick department. 'Daddy look! I can see their pee-pees!' the kid says.”
“Seth! Man! I couldn't have done it!” Darren's mouth hung open.
“So the guy in black says, 'Let's play a game. Let's play tickle.' It was one of those how-much-can-you-take-before-you-laugh games; but the way it worked was our clothes were flimsy and they all got ripped, putting everything right out there. Gareth trims his pubes short so the kid didn't say anything, but he pointed at me and said, 'Eeuw! Look at all that hair!' I had to let him trim me, but I got an erection and only let him trim me a little. The kid complained I wasn't cooperating and the guy in black said, 'Maybe he needs to be punished.' 'Yes, yes!' the kid is ecstatic, clapping his hands. 'What shall we do with such a bad boy?' the Daddy asks.”
“I can't believe this,” Darren whispered.
“Neither could I but Gareth said, 'He'll play better, I promise,' and he glared at me. “Why are their pee-pee's sticking out, Daddy?' the kid says. 'You will too when you grow up,' the Daddy says but the kid had nothing to work with. He was really small, although he had big balls, amazingly big balls. Anyway, after a bunch more of the sickening baby talk, it was decided that I should get fucked by Gareth as a punishment. The kid was jacking Gareth off and watching me. But Gareth broke the mood and said 'Yeah, I'll fuck him' a little too eagerly. So the kid gets pissed off and decides I should fuck Gareth. Of course he used all this pee-pee talk and it took forever to figure out what he wanted. Gareth was not happy, not happy at all. He said it wasn't fair and then the kid cried and Gareth begged him to stop.”
“But he did it? He let you fuck him?” Darren asked.
“Bet your ass, he did. So Gareth's legs are in the air and I'm fucking him. Then the Daddy fucks the kid and the kid comes exactly when I do. Somehow he shoots a huge wad out of what looks like like no dick at all and then we're done. The Daddy and the kid disappear and Gareth says, 'Come on. It's over.' We got dressed … I wouldn't have minded a shower, but there wasn't one … and we got driven back to the city. I got five hundred and I don't know what Gareth got. I felt kind of scummy when I thought about it; but I'd have been glad to fuck Gareth anyway, so how bad was it really?”
“Pretty bad, I'd say; but it wasn't your fault. Maybe that's the only way the kid can get off. You were probably doing him a favor. Are you going to do it again?”
“I don't know if I want to, if Andrew and I can really start working on legitimate stuff. But you never know. The kid, though … so strange. His makeup got smeared and I could tell he had a really heavy, dark beard. I kind of felt sorry for him afterward.” Then Seth laughed, “But I never heard from Gareth again; and he was a really great fuck.”
“Wow! Amazing! I don't know what else to say. Amazing,” Darren looked shocked.
“Sethie!” Amanda's piercing cry shattered the night. “The Doctor is here!”
Darren said good night and let Amanda and Luke take over the room. “You sure make late house calls, Luke,” Seth commented. It was a little after eleven by the alarm clock Logan had left in the room.
“I just got off work and saw the lights; you'll save me a trip in the morning. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good. I tried to walk the hall and got dizzy but it passed quickly.”
“You walked the hall?” Amanda was appalled.
“Mrs. Behar, could you leave us alone please?” Luke asked and she left reluctantly. “Seth, I need to examine you for anything we might have missed. Do you mind slipping the pj's down?” Luke examined Seth's penis minutely. “I'm looking for any sign of a lesion or puncture in the skin. Have you noticed anything like that?”
“No, I thought things were getting back to normal.”
“Do you always get an erection that easily?” Seth said no and Luke asked again, “Do you get an immediate erection when guys touch you?” Seth said it wasn't usually this immediate, but he got hard when touched. “Why do you think it was so quick this time?” Luke asked.
“'Cause you have a nice touch, maybe?” Seth answered and Luke laughed.
“Alright, you got me there. The thing is we really have no idea what was wrong with you. We sent specimens to the CDC for their analysis and all we know is that you seemed to have both a bacterial and a viral infection. Your system now has antibodies to an unknown virus and otherwise you seem as normal as anybody getting over a 'flu'.”
“Flu?” Seth questioned.
“For lack of a better description. Except for the penile discharge, the symptoms weren't much different. You know you still have an erection? We're not doing anything sexy; it should go down.”
“Of course I know. It's right in front of me. Luke, you're pretty appealing and you are touching my leg.”
“Oh, sorry. Cover up and we'll talk to your mother … Amanda, you want to come in?” Luke explained that all seemed well and that Seth should resumed normal activities as soon as he felt up to it. “Just watch yourself and if you notice anything unusual, let me know, ok?”
Seth grinned and said, “Buy that ticket home, Mom.”
Tim gets a News Flash from Rory - Your Folks KNOW, guy, and they don't have a problem with it! lol
It was a great settle into bed for the night scene, with a little role reversal, Rory bottoming for Tim. Loved the whole scene.
And, poor poor Seth. Still a bit woozy, and they still haven't figured out what he got - "flu like" bug - combo bacteria and virus?
And, we FINALLY get to find out what happened in the Limo that night . . .
A decidedly UNhappy Gareth got topped by an eager Seth!
While "daddy" and "Junior" watched and explored their own little spot of "incest" and creme fountains all around.
Amanda, Seth loves you but, It's TIME, mama, get packing, lol.
Thanks for the late night update.
It was a great settle into bed for the night scene, with a little role reversal, Rory bottoming for Tim. Loved the whole scene.
And, poor poor Seth. Still a bit woozy, and they still haven't figured out what he got - "flu like" bug - combo bacteria and virus?
And, we FINALLY get to find out what happened in the Limo that night . . .
A decidedly UNhappy Gareth got topped by an eager Seth!
While "daddy" and "Junior" watched and explored their own little spot of "incest" and creme fountains all around.
Amanda, Seth loves you but, It's TIME, mama, get packing, lol.
Thanks for the late night update.
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I can hardly believe how much I look forward to the updates on this story. Wonderful job!
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Session Thirty-Three
Darren and Z showed up at the Nordstrom store at five-thirty in the afternoon. Their job was supposed to last from six to nine-thirty. The manager and the event promoter emphasized that they were there to sell clothes. They were very single-minded about the goal: sell those clothes, move the merchandise.
“Push the sale. Ignore questions that aren't related to price and delivery. The idea is that we'll use two models showing each ensemble. You model it briefly and then you sell all you can, while the another pair shows the next item. The two pairs alternate and keep it moving. You twins – we'll pair you and you two other guys will be the alternating pair. The items are laid out. Change fast and keep it moving. Put the merchandise into the customers hands and then the sales kiosks will ring up and wrap. Smile, but don't engage the customers. Got it? Simple, huh? Just keep it moving and sell the merchandise.”
Z and Darren went out first, showing a trousers and sport jacket combination. The crowd was small but growing and sales were slow but decent. Eventually they nearly sold out quota,except a few items in extreme sizes. Their next ensemble was a four piece ski outfit consisting of tight ski pants, shirt, sweater, and outer jacket. The store had never tried to sell the whole combination as a set before and for Z and Darren, the problem was the heat; they were sweating wearing all the layers. The ensemble proved popular and the stock was quickly depleted. The manager's constant “Push the sale” mantra was getting annoying. Darren tried to find a set and the size he needed was gone. The manager impatiently yelled, “Sell them something!”
“I'm sorry. We don't have it in your size,” he told the customer, “but I'm wearing that size if you want this.” A couple of guys jokingly chanted “Take it off! Take it off!” so Darren did. He gave the clothes to the customer and ending up wearing ski boots and black boxer briefs. His body was glistening from sweat as he panted, “Ok?” The guy said back to him, “Double the price if you throw in the boxers.” The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling “More! More!” Darren did an embarrassed victory lap around the runway acknowledging the applause; he got a few pats on the butt and some cash tucked into his boxers.
The next outfit was jeans, a long-sleeved jersey and an outer shirt. Darren got a sale and asked for the size. The customer said, “The ones you're wearing! I don't care what size they are!” Darren stripped again and sold the rest of the items in his underwear, delighting the mostly gay crowd of buyers.
At first the manager was astonished and appalled; then he noticed how fast the merchandise was moving when Darren was in his underwear handing out the boxes. He told the other models to do the same thing. Z, looking just like Darren, was a hit; but the other two guys were super thin classic models and their bodies, clad in droopy briefs, didn't offer the same appeal. “Put it on! Put it on!” the crowd cruelly demanded when the models weren't Z and Darren.
The merchandise sold out before the allotted three and a half hours elapsed. The manager improvised and announced the end of the show with a joke that Z and Darren would be selling kisses at the main doors. A line formed instantly. He quickly moved a candy rack to the door and had them sell candy kisses for ten dollars a bag. “This time be flirty and drag out the sale. Maybe they'll buy something else while they wait,” he told them. The candy sold well even though the salesmen were fully clothed. Darren endured a few actual kisses on the cheek before he became adept at avoiding them.
Of course the whole proceeding was on Twitter before the store even closed and on YouTube with musical accompaniment a half-hour later. The details of the sales were a little fuzzy but the main and more interesting action was portrayed accurately.
On the Bart ride home Z asked Darren how much money he collected in his underwear. “Five hundred twenty-three dollars and seventeen telephone numbers, including the store manager's.” Z chuckled and pulled out his phone.
“Andrew, we're done at Nordstrom's and you're not going to believe this,” Z said before he provided the unbelievable details.
Darren was pumped and relived the night, telling first Eric, then Seth, and then Larry the details. “Man, I had no idea what the support of an appreciative audience can do,” he said.
“That's what Logan said. Live applause is a real battery charger,” Larry commented.
“Even that food fight thing I got into was a hoot. I know exactly what you mean,” Eric said.
“Oh, for fuck's sake. I'll have a house full of divas after this,” Z groaned and got himself a beer.
The next day Andrew found out just how successful the night had been. The Nordstrom headquarters guys were initially horrified until the San Francisco store reported sales associated with the event. No promotion had ever been as successful; the men's department reported triple the sales expected and the customers were men, not the usual female demographic that Nordstrom expects. Andrew got Z and Darren new bookings for another night at the Market Street store and two more events in Walnut Creek and Palo Alto. Andrew supplied all the models for these shows, getting warm bodies off his Backflip Productions casting list; he booked his first honest commissions since leaving Stein and Stein.
Darren went to the Museum the next morning and encountered a small crowd in his office. Christopher and Sean, who attended the event, had been spreading the word; and there were a couple of YouTube videos looping on their computers. Attendance at the Museum was way up that day with many of the visitors asking if they could meet Darren. Some people were polite and congratulatory; others were outrageous and graphic in their comments. Some online comments were plainly intended to insult. “Nordstrom was just advertising; I bought his ass on Polk Street,” was a tweet comment that hurt. What did I ever do to you, Darren wondered. In one morning Darren learned a lot about either fame or notoriety, he wasn't sure which.
“It's all good, Darren, my man,” Andrew cheerily announced when he told him about the additional bookings. “Don't worry about the assholes. They're just little parasites who feed off the great and fabulous. They show up everywhere. You're too good for Polk Street.”
“I'm not a whore on any street, Andrew!”
“Of course not. Certainly not. I understand. Sweetie, these next bookings will be much better managed and staged. Just a little of the Abercrombie flavor. A lot classier. Don't worry about it. Did I tell you I got triple your fee? That'll be a nice Christmas present.” Andrew was persuasive and he was never a complete liar, although his promises sometimes wore thin in their execution.
“Oh, alright, just don't call me sweetie, ok? You sound like my mother. Oh, shit, she's gonna know about this, isn't she?”
“No, no. Why would she?” Andrew told Darren. She'll never know a thing, Andrew thought, provided she's dead by sundown. Andrew took pride in his smooth success in talking Darren into the additional events. It occurred to Andrew that 'persuasive' was just a nicer way of saying manipulative bitch, a title he was proud of.
Darren played a fierce game of lacrosse that afternoon. He was playing to win every point and did score three. Z warned people, “Don't piss him off today ... Irish temper.”
“You're not Irish!” Eric, who was, half anyway, said.
“No, but I always wanted to be. The Catholic schools got more holidays.”
The exercise helped and Darren's usual good mood returned. After the game was over he fucked the hell out of Tom, who was surprised by this new, more demanding version of Darren. “Four goals today. Nice,” Tom said.
“I only scored three,” Darren said.
“Four. Three times you pounded the hell out of the ball, and then you pounded the hell out of me.”
“Oh. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. Tom? Really … “
“I'm going to tell you that every day if it makes you kiss me like … “ Darren shut him up with more kisses followed by the most intense blowjob Tom had ever received.
“Wow! That was a spectacular way to end the evening,” he said.
“What makes you think we're done, Engine? Show me how you got that name.”
“Vroom, vroom!” Tom's only disappointment was Darren's decision to go back to his room at Carolyn's that night. All night would have been so perfect, he thought to himself as he tried to get to sleep alone.
While the game was playing out Andrew visited Seth. “You have business to discuss? I'll go for a walk with Carolyn,” Amanda offered.
“Stay. We could use your advice,” Andrew said, pleasing Amanda enormously. He told Seth about the Nordstrom success and future bookings.
“Maybe we could approach manufacturers and offer to stage events like that for them. What about doing a fashion night at Istanbulla's bar in North Beach?” Seth suggested.
“Z might not go for that, he's really touchy about anything approaching porn,” Andrew said.
“Z and Darren are great, but it wouldn't have to be them. They don't own the concept, do they?” Seth prodded.
Amanda and Andrew high-fived each other. “He has the instincts.” Andrew allowed.
“I may have put it there, but you developed it,” Amanda said. “I believe I can go home feeling good now,” Amanda rhapsodized; and then the crusher, ”Ha ha, what am I saying? Not now, of course.” Seth's hopes fell. “Tomorrow, actually.”
Amanda teared up sentimentally and turned to the window. While she was composing herself Andrew mouthed the silent words, “Do you want a blowjob?” He moved a coiled hand back and forth in front of his open mouth and then pointed at Seth's dick.
Seth burst out laughing as much at the pantomime as at the proposition. Amanda turned back to the two of them and said, “You have to allow a mother a moment without making fun.”
Rory went to Tim's for dinner and afterward the four of them played hearts, sipping the Brandy and Benedictine Rory had brought. The discussion stayed on safe topics. “We're bridge players, really, but hearts can be fun,” his dad said and took another sip of the B and B. “This is good stuff! I always thought it was fruit juice, like Boone's Farm or something.”
When the game was ending Tim's mother asked, “Rory, would you like shirred eggs with ham in the morning? They're my specialty.”
“I'd love 'em,” Rory said without knowing what sort of eggs he had agreed to. The unspoken agreement that he would spend the night was the best part of the bargain.
Tim's disbelief showed in his expression and his dad said, “Of course he's staying, unless you're an idiot.”
“I try not to be,” Tim said.
“Your Uncle Alan was gay. No harm in that,” Tim's dad announced.
“Uncle Alan? You mean Uncle Freddie was his … Why didn't you tell me?” Tim asked.
“You didn't need to know,” his father said.
“Was there anything else I didn't need to know?”
“Lots,” his mother said with a chuckle.
Tim and Rory did the dishes while Tim's parents watched television. “They're nice, Tim. Really. I'm glad I came.”
“I'm glad you gave them the B and B; it probably helped mellow things. Why didn't I ever think of that?” Tim smiled and wanted to do something more but he wasn't sure what. Do I just grab him and hug him, he wondered. He settled for saying, “I'm glad you're staying.” They stood close enough that their arms touched as they worked. “Now I have to figure out how to tell them at work.”
“I never told anybody anything where I work. I let them figure it out for themselves. If it works, fine; if it doesn't … well, if anybody's unhappy with me, they keep their mouths shut,” Rory said.
“The police force is different,” Tim said. “I know some guys couldn't care less, but others will treat me differently. There will be talk. Winks, when I'm not looking. Remarks. That kind of stuff.”
“Well, you don't have to tell them tomorrow, do you?”
“No, but it's got to happen eventually. Maybe I can ...”
Before Tim had a chance to finish his thought his parents interrupted and said good night.
Tim's room still had the marks of his earlier life. Rory looked around the room filled with keepsakes that marked a milestone in Tim's life. Photos gave him hints of Tim's youth as he grew, gangly teenager, confident college student, very handsome police cadet.
Tim watched Rory explore his room, picking up a baseball, looking at a book. “See anything you like?”
“I like everything about you,” Rory said. He hugged Tim and put his head against Tim's shoulder. Tim hugged him back uncertainly.
“I never know what to do,” he said. “Should I hug you? Should I kiss you? Should I tell you what I'm thinking?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Rory said. “The more the better.”
“Well … right now, I'm thinking I couldn't know a better guy.” Tim was reluctant to take the lead so Rory did, unbuttoning his shirt and exploring his chest.
“Do I smell ok? The kitchen was hot.”
“You smell like Ivory liquid soap,” Rory told him.
“Oh! I could take a shower.”
“I love the smell of Ivory soap,” Rory said, kissing Tim's neck and undoing Tim's belt. “From now on it will remind me of you.” He ran his fingers over one of Tim's nipples, drawing a sigh and an urgent kiss from Tim.
“Wait,”Tim said. He turned off the lights and opened the curtains. He kissed Rory once more and then undressed in the light from the street lamps. Tim stood naked and held his arms out. “All yours,” he said offering his body for inspection. He moved toward Rory, lean and sinewy, and, yes, hairy.
Rory quickly took off his clothes and waited while Tim pulled the spread off the bed. He walked around the bed and picked Rory up in his arms. “What are you doing?” Rory asked because although he was slightly shorter than Tim he weighed more.
“I'm putting you in my bed.” Tim gently and effortlessly lowered him onto the mattress and then lay alongside him. He felt Rory's half-hard cock. “Your cock is bigger than mine.” It was a statement, not really a comparison. Tim moved lower; he sucked the tip of Rory's cock and then the shaft as it grew and hardened. “I loved it when you fucked me that first night,” Tim whispered. “I didn't even know what I was doing but I knew you belonged in me.” Then he lost confidence. “Am I doing this alright?”
“Do you really have to ask? I'm hard as a rock. I hold my breath every time you touch me. You're doing fine.”
Tim stretch for something on the night stand. He greased Rory's cock, stroking him firmly until Rory pulled his hand away. “I'm getting close,” he said.
They took it easy for a while, kissing and exploring each other's bodies. Tim's cock was dripping when he finally said, “Fuck me. And don't hold back. I want to feel you in me all night.”
Rory entered him slowly; he continued thrusting deeply and slowly until he heard Tim begin sighing with each move; then he picked up speed, fucking just as deeply and bumping hard against Tim's ass at the end of each inward thrust. Looking for more, they switched to doggie style. Then Tim put his head on the pillow and just stuck his ass up for the taking. He began moaning louder, pushing back with every thrust, and finally muffling his groans with the pillow as he came. Rory was surprised and unprepared for Tim's climax and rode him like he was a bronco as Tim bucked and spasmed; the motion and the passion fed his own need. Tim rolled over onto his back and demanded Rory continue fucking him. There was a need, a hunger they both had to satisfy. It seemed like Tim couldn't get enough; he clung to Rory, asking for more.
“Fuck me, fuck me deep. Slower, ok? Yeah, just like that.” Tim directed and Rory complied. Tim pulled him into a needy, clinging kiss. “Come for me?” he suggested and it was like an order. Rory all but exploded, pounding his partner as he thrust and pumped his cock in and out and then in again harder as he emptied his sperm into Tim. His partner melted in his hands, loving it, sighing, kissing, murmuring “Fuck me, Rory; fuck me, baby,” over and over. Rory kept pumping, slower, until his cock went limp and slipped out.
Still Tim couldn't let go until Rory finally collapsed beside him, panting and sweating. Tim lay at his side, an arm across his chest and with a leg thrown over Rory's thighs. Rory almost spoke but then decided a few more kisses had to come first.
“I've never done anything better than that,” he told Tim.
“I've never been 'done' like that. In fact, that wasn't like any kind sex I've ever known. Totally new experience. Like the difference between a backyard kiddie pool and the ocean.”
“I like being compared to the ocean,” Rory said. “Like I can just sweep you up,” Rory said as he grabbed Tim and pulled him on top. “And toss you around.” Rory kissed him deeply and then rolled him off onto his other side. The bed was small and Tim almost ended up on the floor. “Oops, I better sweep you up again.”
“What are we going to do about this?” Tim asked.
“Keep doing it, I hope,” Rory said. “I don't want to stop. Do you?”
Tim snuggled against him, happy at that idea. I'm crazy about him, he thought. How can I tell him that? he wondered. After a few more kisses he fell asleep.
Half way to the other end of the island, on Webster Street, Dorrance got into a pickup driven by an older man. “I want two hundred,” he told the man without specifying the services to be provided.
The man squeezed his thigh and said, “Sit closer, rent boy. You're on the clock.” Dorrance sat closer and massaged the bulge in the guy's jeans as they pulled into traffic. They drove for twenty minutes and parked in a garage in San Leandro. The guy shut the garage door and told Dorrance, “Bend over and pull 'em down.” Dorrance tried to make it a little cozy, but the guy shoved him down onto the tailgate, “This ain't love, dickhead; this is a fuck.”
Both the fuck and the guy's dick were disappointments and he only gave Dorrance half the two hundred, with the comment it was only a half-assed fuck. Dorrance didn't even complain; one hundred was enough for the candy man. Later, after the transaction with the candy man, Dorrance stood in the sea grass on the beach, barely aware and barely clad, and let a guy blow him while he stood shivering in the cold breeze off the bay. The ungrateful cocksucker spit the come out with rotten aim. It felt cold running down Dorrance's calves.
Dorrance didn't notice the come stains on his jeans as he walked south. It was a lousy fuck and a worse suck, he thought. At least the crystal was working, and Ted wondered where he could find something better. He felt wired and wouldn't need a place to sleep tonight. The morning would be ugly, though. His parents might let him crash if he played it right or he could sleep in their garage on an old patio lounge.
He saw a hot-looking guy leave Devon's apartment building. Poor Devon, he thought briefly; unlucky Devon, dead Devon. It was depressing. Maybe Engine would be home. Engine was cool and not too fussy about who he fucked, Dorrance thought. At least I won't have to walk against this fucking wind. I'll see what Engine is ready for. He knocked. He knocked again. Then he pounded on the door.
Tom heard the knock and thought maybe Darren had forgotten something. The pounding came as he was about to open the door. “Jeez, Louise!” Tom wondered what was so urgent with Darren.
“Who the fuck is Louise?” Dorrance snarled and collapsed. As he fell he grabbed at Tom and ripped off his boxers. He looked up from the floor getting a rare bottom view of Tom's cock and balls. “Smaller than I hoped but bigger than I remembered. You can fuck me, Engine Man.”
For a second Tom stood in shock and then dragged Dorrance in. He closed the door before any of his neighbors came out to see what the noise was.
Dorrance was on the floor struggling to remove his clothes. Tom pulled the shreds of his underwear about himself and said, “I'm all fucked out for the night, Dorrance. You can crash if you want.”
“I'm not ready to crash. I'm just getting started, Engine Man.”
Darren and Z showed up at the Nordstrom store at five-thirty in the afternoon. Their job was supposed to last from six to nine-thirty. The manager and the event promoter emphasized that they were there to sell clothes. They were very single-minded about the goal: sell those clothes, move the merchandise.
“Push the sale. Ignore questions that aren't related to price and delivery. The idea is that we'll use two models showing each ensemble. You model it briefly and then you sell all you can, while the another pair shows the next item. The two pairs alternate and keep it moving. You twins – we'll pair you and you two other guys will be the alternating pair. The items are laid out. Change fast and keep it moving. Put the merchandise into the customers hands and then the sales kiosks will ring up and wrap. Smile, but don't engage the customers. Got it? Simple, huh? Just keep it moving and sell the merchandise.”
Z and Darren went out first, showing a trousers and sport jacket combination. The crowd was small but growing and sales were slow but decent. Eventually they nearly sold out quota,except a few items in extreme sizes. Their next ensemble was a four piece ski outfit consisting of tight ski pants, shirt, sweater, and outer jacket. The store had never tried to sell the whole combination as a set before and for Z and Darren, the problem was the heat; they were sweating wearing all the layers. The ensemble proved popular and the stock was quickly depleted. The manager's constant “Push the sale” mantra was getting annoying. Darren tried to find a set and the size he needed was gone. The manager impatiently yelled, “Sell them something!”
“I'm sorry. We don't have it in your size,” he told the customer, “but I'm wearing that size if you want this.” A couple of guys jokingly chanted “Take it off! Take it off!” so Darren did. He gave the clothes to the customer and ending up wearing ski boots and black boxer briefs. His body was glistening from sweat as he panted, “Ok?” The guy said back to him, “Double the price if you throw in the boxers.” The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling “More! More!” Darren did an embarrassed victory lap around the runway acknowledging the applause; he got a few pats on the butt and some cash tucked into his boxers.
The next outfit was jeans, a long-sleeved jersey and an outer shirt. Darren got a sale and asked for the size. The customer said, “The ones you're wearing! I don't care what size they are!” Darren stripped again and sold the rest of the items in his underwear, delighting the mostly gay crowd of buyers.
At first the manager was astonished and appalled; then he noticed how fast the merchandise was moving when Darren was in his underwear handing out the boxes. He told the other models to do the same thing. Z, looking just like Darren, was a hit; but the other two guys were super thin classic models and their bodies, clad in droopy briefs, didn't offer the same appeal. “Put it on! Put it on!” the crowd cruelly demanded when the models weren't Z and Darren.
The merchandise sold out before the allotted three and a half hours elapsed. The manager improvised and announced the end of the show with a joke that Z and Darren would be selling kisses at the main doors. A line formed instantly. He quickly moved a candy rack to the door and had them sell candy kisses for ten dollars a bag. “This time be flirty and drag out the sale. Maybe they'll buy something else while they wait,” he told them. The candy sold well even though the salesmen were fully clothed. Darren endured a few actual kisses on the cheek before he became adept at avoiding them.
Of course the whole proceeding was on Twitter before the store even closed and on YouTube with musical accompaniment a half-hour later. The details of the sales were a little fuzzy but the main and more interesting action was portrayed accurately.
On the Bart ride home Z asked Darren how much money he collected in his underwear. “Five hundred twenty-three dollars and seventeen telephone numbers, including the store manager's.” Z chuckled and pulled out his phone.
“Andrew, we're done at Nordstrom's and you're not going to believe this,” Z said before he provided the unbelievable details.
Darren was pumped and relived the night, telling first Eric, then Seth, and then Larry the details. “Man, I had no idea what the support of an appreciative audience can do,” he said.
“That's what Logan said. Live applause is a real battery charger,” Larry commented.
“Even that food fight thing I got into was a hoot. I know exactly what you mean,” Eric said.
“Oh, for fuck's sake. I'll have a house full of divas after this,” Z groaned and got himself a beer.
The next day Andrew found out just how successful the night had been. The Nordstrom headquarters guys were initially horrified until the San Francisco store reported sales associated with the event. No promotion had ever been as successful; the men's department reported triple the sales expected and the customers were men, not the usual female demographic that Nordstrom expects. Andrew got Z and Darren new bookings for another night at the Market Street store and two more events in Walnut Creek and Palo Alto. Andrew supplied all the models for these shows, getting warm bodies off his Backflip Productions casting list; he booked his first honest commissions since leaving Stein and Stein.
Darren went to the Museum the next morning and encountered a small crowd in his office. Christopher and Sean, who attended the event, had been spreading the word; and there were a couple of YouTube videos looping on their computers. Attendance at the Museum was way up that day with many of the visitors asking if they could meet Darren. Some people were polite and congratulatory; others were outrageous and graphic in their comments. Some online comments were plainly intended to insult. “Nordstrom was just advertising; I bought his ass on Polk Street,” was a tweet comment that hurt. What did I ever do to you, Darren wondered. In one morning Darren learned a lot about either fame or notoriety, he wasn't sure which.
“It's all good, Darren, my man,” Andrew cheerily announced when he told him about the additional bookings. “Don't worry about the assholes. They're just little parasites who feed off the great and fabulous. They show up everywhere. You're too good for Polk Street.”
“I'm not a whore on any street, Andrew!”
“Of course not. Certainly not. I understand. Sweetie, these next bookings will be much better managed and staged. Just a little of the Abercrombie flavor. A lot classier. Don't worry about it. Did I tell you I got triple your fee? That'll be a nice Christmas present.” Andrew was persuasive and he was never a complete liar, although his promises sometimes wore thin in their execution.
“Oh, alright, just don't call me sweetie, ok? You sound like my mother. Oh, shit, she's gonna know about this, isn't she?”
“No, no. Why would she?” Andrew told Darren. She'll never know a thing, Andrew thought, provided she's dead by sundown. Andrew took pride in his smooth success in talking Darren into the additional events. It occurred to Andrew that 'persuasive' was just a nicer way of saying manipulative bitch, a title he was proud of.
Darren played a fierce game of lacrosse that afternoon. He was playing to win every point and did score three. Z warned people, “Don't piss him off today ... Irish temper.”
“You're not Irish!” Eric, who was, half anyway, said.
“No, but I always wanted to be. The Catholic schools got more holidays.”
The exercise helped and Darren's usual good mood returned. After the game was over he fucked the hell out of Tom, who was surprised by this new, more demanding version of Darren. “Four goals today. Nice,” Tom said.
“I only scored three,” Darren said.
“Four. Three times you pounded the hell out of the ball, and then you pounded the hell out of me.”
“Oh. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. Tom? Really … “
“I'm going to tell you that every day if it makes you kiss me like … “ Darren shut him up with more kisses followed by the most intense blowjob Tom had ever received.
“Wow! That was a spectacular way to end the evening,” he said.
“What makes you think we're done, Engine? Show me how you got that name.”
“Vroom, vroom!” Tom's only disappointment was Darren's decision to go back to his room at Carolyn's that night. All night would have been so perfect, he thought to himself as he tried to get to sleep alone.
While the game was playing out Andrew visited Seth. “You have business to discuss? I'll go for a walk with Carolyn,” Amanda offered.
“Stay. We could use your advice,” Andrew said, pleasing Amanda enormously. He told Seth about the Nordstrom success and future bookings.
“Maybe we could approach manufacturers and offer to stage events like that for them. What about doing a fashion night at Istanbulla's bar in North Beach?” Seth suggested.
“Z might not go for that, he's really touchy about anything approaching porn,” Andrew said.
“Z and Darren are great, but it wouldn't have to be them. They don't own the concept, do they?” Seth prodded.
Amanda and Andrew high-fived each other. “He has the instincts.” Andrew allowed.
“I may have put it there, but you developed it,” Amanda said. “I believe I can go home feeling good now,” Amanda rhapsodized; and then the crusher, ”Ha ha, what am I saying? Not now, of course.” Seth's hopes fell. “Tomorrow, actually.”
Amanda teared up sentimentally and turned to the window. While she was composing herself Andrew mouthed the silent words, “Do you want a blowjob?” He moved a coiled hand back and forth in front of his open mouth and then pointed at Seth's dick.
Seth burst out laughing as much at the pantomime as at the proposition. Amanda turned back to the two of them and said, “You have to allow a mother a moment without making fun.”
Rory went to Tim's for dinner and afterward the four of them played hearts, sipping the Brandy and Benedictine Rory had brought. The discussion stayed on safe topics. “We're bridge players, really, but hearts can be fun,” his dad said and took another sip of the B and B. “This is good stuff! I always thought it was fruit juice, like Boone's Farm or something.”
When the game was ending Tim's mother asked, “Rory, would you like shirred eggs with ham in the morning? They're my specialty.”
“I'd love 'em,” Rory said without knowing what sort of eggs he had agreed to. The unspoken agreement that he would spend the night was the best part of the bargain.
Tim's disbelief showed in his expression and his dad said, “Of course he's staying, unless you're an idiot.”
“I try not to be,” Tim said.
“Your Uncle Alan was gay. No harm in that,” Tim's dad announced.
“Uncle Alan? You mean Uncle Freddie was his … Why didn't you tell me?” Tim asked.
“You didn't need to know,” his father said.
“Was there anything else I didn't need to know?”
“Lots,” his mother said with a chuckle.
Tim and Rory did the dishes while Tim's parents watched television. “They're nice, Tim. Really. I'm glad I came.”
“I'm glad you gave them the B and B; it probably helped mellow things. Why didn't I ever think of that?” Tim smiled and wanted to do something more but he wasn't sure what. Do I just grab him and hug him, he wondered. He settled for saying, “I'm glad you're staying.” They stood close enough that their arms touched as they worked. “Now I have to figure out how to tell them at work.”
“I never told anybody anything where I work. I let them figure it out for themselves. If it works, fine; if it doesn't … well, if anybody's unhappy with me, they keep their mouths shut,” Rory said.
“The police force is different,” Tim said. “I know some guys couldn't care less, but others will treat me differently. There will be talk. Winks, when I'm not looking. Remarks. That kind of stuff.”
“Well, you don't have to tell them tomorrow, do you?”
“No, but it's got to happen eventually. Maybe I can ...”
Before Tim had a chance to finish his thought his parents interrupted and said good night.
Tim's room still had the marks of his earlier life. Rory looked around the room filled with keepsakes that marked a milestone in Tim's life. Photos gave him hints of Tim's youth as he grew, gangly teenager, confident college student, very handsome police cadet.
Tim watched Rory explore his room, picking up a baseball, looking at a book. “See anything you like?”
“I like everything about you,” Rory said. He hugged Tim and put his head against Tim's shoulder. Tim hugged him back uncertainly.
“I never know what to do,” he said. “Should I hug you? Should I kiss you? Should I tell you what I'm thinking?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Rory said. “The more the better.”
“Well … right now, I'm thinking I couldn't know a better guy.” Tim was reluctant to take the lead so Rory did, unbuttoning his shirt and exploring his chest.
“Do I smell ok? The kitchen was hot.”
“You smell like Ivory liquid soap,” Rory told him.
“Oh! I could take a shower.”
“I love the smell of Ivory soap,” Rory said, kissing Tim's neck and undoing Tim's belt. “From now on it will remind me of you.” He ran his fingers over one of Tim's nipples, drawing a sigh and an urgent kiss from Tim.
“Wait,”Tim said. He turned off the lights and opened the curtains. He kissed Rory once more and then undressed in the light from the street lamps. Tim stood naked and held his arms out. “All yours,” he said offering his body for inspection. He moved toward Rory, lean and sinewy, and, yes, hairy.
Rory quickly took off his clothes and waited while Tim pulled the spread off the bed. He walked around the bed and picked Rory up in his arms. “What are you doing?” Rory asked because although he was slightly shorter than Tim he weighed more.
“I'm putting you in my bed.” Tim gently and effortlessly lowered him onto the mattress and then lay alongside him. He felt Rory's half-hard cock. “Your cock is bigger than mine.” It was a statement, not really a comparison. Tim moved lower; he sucked the tip of Rory's cock and then the shaft as it grew and hardened. “I loved it when you fucked me that first night,” Tim whispered. “I didn't even know what I was doing but I knew you belonged in me.” Then he lost confidence. “Am I doing this alright?”
“Do you really have to ask? I'm hard as a rock. I hold my breath every time you touch me. You're doing fine.”
Tim stretch for something on the night stand. He greased Rory's cock, stroking him firmly until Rory pulled his hand away. “I'm getting close,” he said.
They took it easy for a while, kissing and exploring each other's bodies. Tim's cock was dripping when he finally said, “Fuck me. And don't hold back. I want to feel you in me all night.”
Rory entered him slowly; he continued thrusting deeply and slowly until he heard Tim begin sighing with each move; then he picked up speed, fucking just as deeply and bumping hard against Tim's ass at the end of each inward thrust. Looking for more, they switched to doggie style. Then Tim put his head on the pillow and just stuck his ass up for the taking. He began moaning louder, pushing back with every thrust, and finally muffling his groans with the pillow as he came. Rory was surprised and unprepared for Tim's climax and rode him like he was a bronco as Tim bucked and spasmed; the motion and the passion fed his own need. Tim rolled over onto his back and demanded Rory continue fucking him. There was a need, a hunger they both had to satisfy. It seemed like Tim couldn't get enough; he clung to Rory, asking for more.
“Fuck me, fuck me deep. Slower, ok? Yeah, just like that.” Tim directed and Rory complied. Tim pulled him into a needy, clinging kiss. “Come for me?” he suggested and it was like an order. Rory all but exploded, pounding his partner as he thrust and pumped his cock in and out and then in again harder as he emptied his sperm into Tim. His partner melted in his hands, loving it, sighing, kissing, murmuring “Fuck me, Rory; fuck me, baby,” over and over. Rory kept pumping, slower, until his cock went limp and slipped out.
Still Tim couldn't let go until Rory finally collapsed beside him, panting and sweating. Tim lay at his side, an arm across his chest and with a leg thrown over Rory's thighs. Rory almost spoke but then decided a few more kisses had to come first.
“I've never done anything better than that,” he told Tim.
“I've never been 'done' like that. In fact, that wasn't like any kind sex I've ever known. Totally new experience. Like the difference between a backyard kiddie pool and the ocean.”
“I like being compared to the ocean,” Rory said. “Like I can just sweep you up,” Rory said as he grabbed Tim and pulled him on top. “And toss you around.” Rory kissed him deeply and then rolled him off onto his other side. The bed was small and Tim almost ended up on the floor. “Oops, I better sweep you up again.”
“What are we going to do about this?” Tim asked.
“Keep doing it, I hope,” Rory said. “I don't want to stop. Do you?”
Tim snuggled against him, happy at that idea. I'm crazy about him, he thought. How can I tell him that? he wondered. After a few more kisses he fell asleep.
Half way to the other end of the island, on Webster Street, Dorrance got into a pickup driven by an older man. “I want two hundred,” he told the man without specifying the services to be provided.
The man squeezed his thigh and said, “Sit closer, rent boy. You're on the clock.” Dorrance sat closer and massaged the bulge in the guy's jeans as they pulled into traffic. They drove for twenty minutes and parked in a garage in San Leandro. The guy shut the garage door and told Dorrance, “Bend over and pull 'em down.” Dorrance tried to make it a little cozy, but the guy shoved him down onto the tailgate, “This ain't love, dickhead; this is a fuck.”
Both the fuck and the guy's dick were disappointments and he only gave Dorrance half the two hundred, with the comment it was only a half-assed fuck. Dorrance didn't even complain; one hundred was enough for the candy man. Later, after the transaction with the candy man, Dorrance stood in the sea grass on the beach, barely aware and barely clad, and let a guy blow him while he stood shivering in the cold breeze off the bay. The ungrateful cocksucker spit the come out with rotten aim. It felt cold running down Dorrance's calves.
Dorrance didn't notice the come stains on his jeans as he walked south. It was a lousy fuck and a worse suck, he thought. At least the crystal was working, and Ted wondered where he could find something better. He felt wired and wouldn't need a place to sleep tonight. The morning would be ugly, though. His parents might let him crash if he played it right or he could sleep in their garage on an old patio lounge.
He saw a hot-looking guy leave Devon's apartment building. Poor Devon, he thought briefly; unlucky Devon, dead Devon. It was depressing. Maybe Engine would be home. Engine was cool and not too fussy about who he fucked, Dorrance thought. At least I won't have to walk against this fucking wind. I'll see what Engine is ready for. He knocked. He knocked again. Then he pounded on the door.
Tom heard the knock and thought maybe Darren had forgotten something. The pounding came as he was about to open the door. “Jeez, Louise!” Tom wondered what was so urgent with Darren.
“Who the fuck is Louise?” Dorrance snarled and collapsed. As he fell he grabbed at Tom and ripped off his boxers. He looked up from the floor getting a rare bottom view of Tom's cock and balls. “Smaller than I hoped but bigger than I remembered. You can fuck me, Engine Man.”
For a second Tom stood in shock and then dragged Dorrance in. He closed the door before any of his neighbors came out to see what the noise was.
Dorrance was on the floor struggling to remove his clothes. Tom pulled the shreds of his underwear about himself and said, “I'm all fucked out for the night, Dorrance. You can crash if you want.”
“I'm not ready to crash. I'm just getting started, Engine Man.”
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Before any reader thinks I've died, I wanted to warn it will be a while before I post the next chapter - maybe a week or so.
I'm going camping in the Shenandoah Mountains. Rain expected. Oh well, I'm waterproof.
I'm going camping in the Shenandoah Mountains. Rain expected. Oh well, I'm waterproof.
Rory,
The Nordstrom Show with the boys was great - especially the bust of the traditional models compared to our boys.
I loved the interaction, and the conversations that flowed later.
Then, the intimacy developing between Rory and Tim - with his parent's acceptance and blessing - is great. The sex scenes are scorching, but it's the growing "this is the one" that's the real story and delight.
Ted is headed for the cemetery. Tom is a good friend to even let him crash there.
Oh, yeah, and Seth is about to be in orbit - he's pretty much better, and his loving Mom is GOING HOME TOMORROW! lol.
Here's hoping that he's learned HIS lesson.
The Nordstrom Show with the boys was great - especially the bust of the traditional models compared to our boys.
I loved the interaction, and the conversations that flowed later.
Then, the intimacy developing between Rory and Tim - with his parent's acceptance and blessing - is great. The sex scenes are scorching, but it's the growing "this is the one" that's the real story and delight.
Ted is headed for the cemetery. Tom is a good friend to even let him crash there.
Oh, yeah, and Seth is about to be in orbit - he's pretty much better, and his loving Mom is GOING HOME TOMORROW! lol.
Here's hoping that he's learned HIS lesson.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Session Thirty-Four
Dorrance was aware enough that he knew he'd have to work on Tom a little. He hid his desperation and decided on a be-kind-to-Tom strategy that wouldn't apply too much pressure. He followed Tom into his bedroom where Tom discarded the shreds of his underwear and pulled on a pair of sweats. By the time he was half dressed, Dorrance was half undressed.
“We don't have to do anything,” Dorrance said. He held Tom loosely around the waist and let their bare chests touch. He felt Tom's hardening nipples brush against him. “But you were always fun and I'd just like to be around somebody who's fun tonight.” He held Tom a little more closely and almost pleaded, “Is that ok, Engine Man?” Even Dorrance felt the warmth of their bodies and enjoyed the close but gentle hug.
Tom gave Dorrance a little squeeze back and said, “Sure. I'm glad the police don't think you killed Devon. It was a terrible accident, but at least it wasn't your fault.”
Dorrance decided on remorse. “But it was my fault. It just wasn't deliberate. I miss him so much.” Dorrance felt real tears coming even if they were encouraged by the crystal.
“I guess you'll have to learn to live with the guilt. Nobody can make that go away. But time will make it easier I think.” Tom wiped a few tears off Dorrance's cheek.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Dorrance asked. “I hate being alone. Just company. Nothing else, unless you want to.”
There was no denying Dorrance's physical appeal; for a time anyway his youth would protect a great body that showed few signs of neglect. His eyes had the haunted look of the drugs but in a dim light, he remained handsome. A gentle kiss on Tom's cheek and a nostalgic comment about Devon's fondness for mojitos convinced Tom that a night's sleep might be a new start for Dorrance.
“Ok, sleep's always good. Do you really want a mojito? I've got the makings,” Tom offered.
“That would be great,” Dorrance said and he watched as Tom mixed up a half-pitcher of drinks. While Tom turned to get the glasses, Dorrance tapped on a little glassine envelop and watched the powder pour into the pitcher. It wouldn't give much of a rush this way; he won't even know he's taken anything, Dorrance figured; but the sex is going to last all night.
They clinked glasses and drank. “Hmm,” Tom said. “Is your drink ok? This tastes a little off, maybe my mouth still has some toothpaste in it.” He swished another mouthful around and swallowed.
“Mine tastes fine. Nice of you to make it,” Dorrance said. “Remember the first night I was here? The two of us getting fucked by Devon and … who was that kid? That was a good time.”
“Damn right I remember. Who could forget? You know, Ted, seeing how much you liked getting fucked by Devon sort of taught me that I should try getting into it more.” Tom poured the second drink for each of them, emptying the pitcher. “But not many people have a dick like Devon's.”
“It wasn't the size so much. Well, ok, it was the size; but Devon sure knew how to use it. I can almost feel him in me now.” Dorrance squeezed his cock and sighed in response. He glanced at Tom's sweat pants and could see the outline of his cock in the cloth. He traced his finger along Tom's length. “You're not so bad yourself, you know. You have a feel for what people like.”
Tom grabbed Dorrance's hand and stopped him. Dorrance resisted Tom's effort to remove his hand and kept his hand on Tom's cock, cupping and gently squeezing it. “I don't know, Engine Man,” Dorrance said playfully; “You sure don't feel 'all fucked out'.” He reached into Tom's sweat pants and held the swelling flesh. “I think there's life in this banana. Whoa! Feel that dick growing!”
Dorrance knelt on the floor in front of Tom and tugged the sweats down. “Pretty nice, Mr. Engine Man,” he commented and then began sucking on the still growing cock. Tom made a half-hearted effort to stop him and then gave up and decided to lean back and enjoy the ride. Dorrance soon had Tom fully erect and ready for more. “You know how I like getting fucked,” Dorrance said and Tom nodded. “So what are you waiting for?” Dorrance asked as he shucked his jeans.
Tom fucked the bigger ex-athlete in a fairly conventional way. Dorrance had his legs in the air and was encouraging the action. “Push deeper, man. Give it all to me.” He pulled his legs as far back as he could, giving Tom complete access and still wanted more. “Harder. Slam it into me.” Tom did his best and Dorrance was enjoying it; but there was still an itch there that wasn't being scratched.
“Put your finger into me,” Dorrance said. Tom pulled his cock out and replaced it with his finger. He probed for Dorrance's prostate and found it. “Ahhh! Yeah! That's right,” Dorrance cooed and then demanded, “Two fingers! Use two fingers. Mmmmm! OH! Yeah, that's right. More!” Dorrance was still on his back and rocking as Tom fingered him.
Tom at first felt like a bystander but gradually he sensed exactly what effect he was having on Dorrance and began participating in the feelings. Each motion produced a different response. He increased his penetration to three fingers and Dorrance responded as if he wanted even more. The volume of his Tom's fingers was satisfying a basic need in Dorrance and the addition of randomly touching his prostate drove Dorrance wild.
“What! Why did you stop?” Dorrance asked, begging Tom not to quit.
“Wait. I'll be right back,” Tom said, noticing that his own cock, while not totally erect, was dripping precum. He quickly walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle of lube, spreading the oil over his hand. “This will help,” he said and put three fingers back into the willing and waiting Dorrance.
“Ahhh! Yes! Keep it up.” Dorrance sighed as the three fingers resumed their rhythmic pressure and penetration. Tom added more lube as his intent became clearer in his mind. Dorrance was ready for anything, sometimes holding his legs apart and other times just leggin them dangle loosely, waiting for more.
Tom formed his hand into a point and pushed with all five fingers into Dorrance's ass hole. “Ungh!” Dorrance grunted as he felt the penetration, “Ungh! Fuck! What are you doing?”
“Making you happy,” Tom said with determination. He pushed harder and Dorrance's ass muscles resisted. He pushed harder and still couldn't get his knuckles past the sphincter. “You're as tight as a virgin,” he observed clinically as he continued pushing at the asshole. “Let me in! Push!” he told Dorrance and he jammed his fist into the willing hole. “Still too tight,” Tom muttered. With his other hand he slapped Dorrance hard on the ass and ordered him, “Open up that asshole!”
During Dorrnace's moment of pain, something relaxed and Tome's hand slid past the objecting muscles. Dorrance squealed like a stuck pig. “Ahh! Fuck! Wait! NO! Yes! Do it! Ahhh! Stop! Please!”
In the tight warmth Tom formed his hand into a fist and paused. He felt Dorrance's ass squeeze his wrist, relax and then squeeze again. Dorrance was panting fiercely but not complaining any longer. He was accommodating the intrusion. “Shit! Man! Oh, fuck! Ahhh! Slow! Ahhh! Damn! Ok. Easy. Whew! Jeez!”
Tom felt ownership and power in a way he had never felt before. The slightest motion, the gentlest pressure of his fist set off instant response in Dorrance. He didn't initiate a real fucking motion, just a pulsating pressure and a twist. As Tom's knuckles rippled over Dorrance's prostate, he set off a new ecstasy. Dorrance was leaking precum and semen everytime Tom moved. Soon Dorrance was sighing, “Yes. So good. I feel like I'm coming over and over. Little cums. Yeah. Keep it up.”
Tom's own cock was erect and wet. He gently humped against the back of Dorrance's thigh, leaking almost as much as Dorrance was. Dorrance was shaking and going crazy. He soon begged with desperation, “Make me cum! Make me cum. I can't stand it! Please! Help me, Engine!”
Tom took hold of Dorrance's soaking wet and semi-hard cock with his free hand and Dorrance exploded without even being hard. Cum flowed and Dorrance gasped over and over. Finally the pleasure turned into pain and Dorrance yanked Tom's hand off his cock. Dorrance's face was covered in tears. “Stop! Stop! Oh! God! Fuck!”
Tom relented and gently tried to pull his fist out of Dorrance. It came out slowly and then, once the knuckles were free, suddenly. Dorrance cried out feeling pain from the sudden emptiness. Tom inserted his cock and pumped aggressively; he quickly came in Dorrance's ass, while Dorrance lay still, numb and feeling nothing of the final fuck. Tom collapsed and lay on his back panting.
Dorrance cried and sighed and hugged Tom, kissing him repeatedly. “Oh, baby, I never felt anything like that. You sweet man. You are so good. Jeez, I can't stop crying. Did you like it? Huh, Engine?” Dorrance laughed and sobbed alternately.
“Let's go to bed; I'm tired,” Tom said.
They settled under the covers and still Dorrance couldn't settle down. He clung to Tom and couldn't shut up. “You were so good. You did everything right. Jeez, I've been fisted! Oh, man, I think I love you. A little anyway. Ok, Engine?” Dorrance kissed him. “Do you love me? A little?”
“No,” Tom said. “Go to sleep.” His sense of power and control over Dorrance persisted.
“Yes, you do. I know. You love me, Engine Man.”
“No, I don't. You're pathetic,” Tom said. Dorrance hugged him and kissed him again, which Tom permitted but did not participate in.
“You don't mean that,” Dorrance insisted. “I can tell.” He kissed Tom some more and sighed with a deep satisfaction he hadn't felt in months. The smell of sex still lay about them and Dorrance couldn't stop. “You love me. You couldn't have done that if you didn't.” Dorrance reached over and felt Tom's cock. “Even limp it feels good.” He rested his head on Tom's stomach and began gently sucking. His hand explored the muscles of Tom's thighs and then the soft heft of his balls. “Tom?” he asked.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Ted.”
Ted resumed sucking, gently, using his tongue. He felt a bit of life flow back into Tom's cock. He kept stroking the cock and kissed one of Tom's nipples, drawing a moan. Pleased with the response, Dorrance knelt between Tom's legs and started sucking seriously, pausing now and then to tease Tom's nipples with kisses, licks, and tweaks. Tom's cock responded even if Tom's brain didn't.
“God damn it, go to sleep!” Tom ordered and pulled Dorrance off his cock. Dorrance happily lay by his side still holding Tom's now firmly erect cock and stroking gently. “Admit it. You liked it. You liked fisting me.”
“I liked it. Now shut up.”
Dorrance replied simply, “I loved it!” He kissed Tom once more and then closed his eyes.
Now what, wondered Tom. I did like it, he thought; I liked being in complete control. I liked reducing this big guy to a crazy, pleading wreck begging me for a release only I could give him. I own this fucker if I want him.
In Tom's mind, the intensity of the fisting surpassed anything he and Darren had ever experienced together; it made their gentle lovemaking seem trivial, almost childish, like kids feeling naughty and pushing their limits a daring millimeter or two.
And that's what crystal meth will do for you – wreck everything.
Dorrance was aware enough that he knew he'd have to work on Tom a little. He hid his desperation and decided on a be-kind-to-Tom strategy that wouldn't apply too much pressure. He followed Tom into his bedroom where Tom discarded the shreds of his underwear and pulled on a pair of sweats. By the time he was half dressed, Dorrance was half undressed.
“We don't have to do anything,” Dorrance said. He held Tom loosely around the waist and let their bare chests touch. He felt Tom's hardening nipples brush against him. “But you were always fun and I'd just like to be around somebody who's fun tonight.” He held Tom a little more closely and almost pleaded, “Is that ok, Engine Man?” Even Dorrance felt the warmth of their bodies and enjoyed the close but gentle hug.
Tom gave Dorrance a little squeeze back and said, “Sure. I'm glad the police don't think you killed Devon. It was a terrible accident, but at least it wasn't your fault.”
Dorrance decided on remorse. “But it was my fault. It just wasn't deliberate. I miss him so much.” Dorrance felt real tears coming even if they were encouraged by the crystal.
“I guess you'll have to learn to live with the guilt. Nobody can make that go away. But time will make it easier I think.” Tom wiped a few tears off Dorrance's cheek.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Dorrance asked. “I hate being alone. Just company. Nothing else, unless you want to.”
There was no denying Dorrance's physical appeal; for a time anyway his youth would protect a great body that showed few signs of neglect. His eyes had the haunted look of the drugs but in a dim light, he remained handsome. A gentle kiss on Tom's cheek and a nostalgic comment about Devon's fondness for mojitos convinced Tom that a night's sleep might be a new start for Dorrance.
“Ok, sleep's always good. Do you really want a mojito? I've got the makings,” Tom offered.
“That would be great,” Dorrance said and he watched as Tom mixed up a half-pitcher of drinks. While Tom turned to get the glasses, Dorrance tapped on a little glassine envelop and watched the powder pour into the pitcher. It wouldn't give much of a rush this way; he won't even know he's taken anything, Dorrance figured; but the sex is going to last all night.
They clinked glasses and drank. “Hmm,” Tom said. “Is your drink ok? This tastes a little off, maybe my mouth still has some toothpaste in it.” He swished another mouthful around and swallowed.
“Mine tastes fine. Nice of you to make it,” Dorrance said. “Remember the first night I was here? The two of us getting fucked by Devon and … who was that kid? That was a good time.”
“Damn right I remember. Who could forget? You know, Ted, seeing how much you liked getting fucked by Devon sort of taught me that I should try getting into it more.” Tom poured the second drink for each of them, emptying the pitcher. “But not many people have a dick like Devon's.”
“It wasn't the size so much. Well, ok, it was the size; but Devon sure knew how to use it. I can almost feel him in me now.” Dorrance squeezed his cock and sighed in response. He glanced at Tom's sweat pants and could see the outline of his cock in the cloth. He traced his finger along Tom's length. “You're not so bad yourself, you know. You have a feel for what people like.”
Tom grabbed Dorrance's hand and stopped him. Dorrance resisted Tom's effort to remove his hand and kept his hand on Tom's cock, cupping and gently squeezing it. “I don't know, Engine Man,” Dorrance said playfully; “You sure don't feel 'all fucked out'.” He reached into Tom's sweat pants and held the swelling flesh. “I think there's life in this banana. Whoa! Feel that dick growing!”
Dorrance knelt on the floor in front of Tom and tugged the sweats down. “Pretty nice, Mr. Engine Man,” he commented and then began sucking on the still growing cock. Tom made a half-hearted effort to stop him and then gave up and decided to lean back and enjoy the ride. Dorrance soon had Tom fully erect and ready for more. “You know how I like getting fucked,” Dorrance said and Tom nodded. “So what are you waiting for?” Dorrance asked as he shucked his jeans.
Tom fucked the bigger ex-athlete in a fairly conventional way. Dorrance had his legs in the air and was encouraging the action. “Push deeper, man. Give it all to me.” He pulled his legs as far back as he could, giving Tom complete access and still wanted more. “Harder. Slam it into me.” Tom did his best and Dorrance was enjoying it; but there was still an itch there that wasn't being scratched.
“Put your finger into me,” Dorrance said. Tom pulled his cock out and replaced it with his finger. He probed for Dorrance's prostate and found it. “Ahhh! Yeah! That's right,” Dorrance cooed and then demanded, “Two fingers! Use two fingers. Mmmmm! OH! Yeah, that's right. More!” Dorrance was still on his back and rocking as Tom fingered him.
Tom at first felt like a bystander but gradually he sensed exactly what effect he was having on Dorrance and began participating in the feelings. Each motion produced a different response. He increased his penetration to three fingers and Dorrance responded as if he wanted even more. The volume of his Tom's fingers was satisfying a basic need in Dorrance and the addition of randomly touching his prostate drove Dorrance wild.
“What! Why did you stop?” Dorrance asked, begging Tom not to quit.
“Wait. I'll be right back,” Tom said, noticing that his own cock, while not totally erect, was dripping precum. He quickly walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle of lube, spreading the oil over his hand. “This will help,” he said and put three fingers back into the willing and waiting Dorrance.
“Ahhh! Yes! Keep it up.” Dorrance sighed as the three fingers resumed their rhythmic pressure and penetration. Tom added more lube as his intent became clearer in his mind. Dorrance was ready for anything, sometimes holding his legs apart and other times just leggin them dangle loosely, waiting for more.
Tom formed his hand into a point and pushed with all five fingers into Dorrance's ass hole. “Ungh!” Dorrance grunted as he felt the penetration, “Ungh! Fuck! What are you doing?”
“Making you happy,” Tom said with determination. He pushed harder and Dorrance's ass muscles resisted. He pushed harder and still couldn't get his knuckles past the sphincter. “You're as tight as a virgin,” he observed clinically as he continued pushing at the asshole. “Let me in! Push!” he told Dorrance and he jammed his fist into the willing hole. “Still too tight,” Tom muttered. With his other hand he slapped Dorrance hard on the ass and ordered him, “Open up that asshole!”
During Dorrnace's moment of pain, something relaxed and Tome's hand slid past the objecting muscles. Dorrance squealed like a stuck pig. “Ahh! Fuck! Wait! NO! Yes! Do it! Ahhh! Stop! Please!”
In the tight warmth Tom formed his hand into a fist and paused. He felt Dorrance's ass squeeze his wrist, relax and then squeeze again. Dorrance was panting fiercely but not complaining any longer. He was accommodating the intrusion. “Shit! Man! Oh, fuck! Ahhh! Slow! Ahhh! Damn! Ok. Easy. Whew! Jeez!”
Tom felt ownership and power in a way he had never felt before. The slightest motion, the gentlest pressure of his fist set off instant response in Dorrance. He didn't initiate a real fucking motion, just a pulsating pressure and a twist. As Tom's knuckles rippled over Dorrance's prostate, he set off a new ecstasy. Dorrance was leaking precum and semen everytime Tom moved. Soon Dorrance was sighing, “Yes. So good. I feel like I'm coming over and over. Little cums. Yeah. Keep it up.”
Tom's own cock was erect and wet. He gently humped against the back of Dorrance's thigh, leaking almost as much as Dorrance was. Dorrance was shaking and going crazy. He soon begged with desperation, “Make me cum! Make me cum. I can't stand it! Please! Help me, Engine!”
Tom took hold of Dorrance's soaking wet and semi-hard cock with his free hand and Dorrance exploded without even being hard. Cum flowed and Dorrance gasped over and over. Finally the pleasure turned into pain and Dorrance yanked Tom's hand off his cock. Dorrance's face was covered in tears. “Stop! Stop! Oh! God! Fuck!”
Tom relented and gently tried to pull his fist out of Dorrance. It came out slowly and then, once the knuckles were free, suddenly. Dorrance cried out feeling pain from the sudden emptiness. Tom inserted his cock and pumped aggressively; he quickly came in Dorrance's ass, while Dorrance lay still, numb and feeling nothing of the final fuck. Tom collapsed and lay on his back panting.
Dorrance cried and sighed and hugged Tom, kissing him repeatedly. “Oh, baby, I never felt anything like that. You sweet man. You are so good. Jeez, I can't stop crying. Did you like it? Huh, Engine?” Dorrance laughed and sobbed alternately.
“Let's go to bed; I'm tired,” Tom said.
They settled under the covers and still Dorrance couldn't settle down. He clung to Tom and couldn't shut up. “You were so good. You did everything right. Jeez, I've been fisted! Oh, man, I think I love you. A little anyway. Ok, Engine?” Dorrance kissed him. “Do you love me? A little?”
“No,” Tom said. “Go to sleep.” His sense of power and control over Dorrance persisted.
“Yes, you do. I know. You love me, Engine Man.”
“No, I don't. You're pathetic,” Tom said. Dorrance hugged him and kissed him again, which Tom permitted but did not participate in.
“You don't mean that,” Dorrance insisted. “I can tell.” He kissed Tom some more and sighed with a deep satisfaction he hadn't felt in months. The smell of sex still lay about them and Dorrance couldn't stop. “You love me. You couldn't have done that if you didn't.” Dorrance reached over and felt Tom's cock. “Even limp it feels good.” He rested his head on Tom's stomach and began gently sucking. His hand explored the muscles of Tom's thighs and then the soft heft of his balls. “Tom?” he asked.
“Shut up and go to sleep, Ted.”
Ted resumed sucking, gently, using his tongue. He felt a bit of life flow back into Tom's cock. He kept stroking the cock and kissed one of Tom's nipples, drawing a moan. Pleased with the response, Dorrance knelt between Tom's legs and started sucking seriously, pausing now and then to tease Tom's nipples with kisses, licks, and tweaks. Tom's cock responded even if Tom's brain didn't.
“God damn it, go to sleep!” Tom ordered and pulled Dorrance off his cock. Dorrance happily lay by his side still holding Tom's now firmly erect cock and stroking gently. “Admit it. You liked it. You liked fisting me.”
“I liked it. Now shut up.”
Dorrance replied simply, “I loved it!” He kissed Tom once more and then closed his eyes.
Now what, wondered Tom. I did like it, he thought; I liked being in complete control. I liked reducing this big guy to a crazy, pleading wreck begging me for a release only I could give him. I own this fucker if I want him.
In Tom's mind, the intensity of the fisting surpassed anything he and Darren had ever experienced together; it made their gentle lovemaking seem trivial, almost childish, like kids feeling naughty and pushing their limits a daring millimeter or two.
And that's what crystal meth will do for you – wreck everything.
Rory,
A very interesting chapter - Ted has definitely gone over the edge, and now he's playing with fire with Tom.
He's going to get bit in the ass HARD, I suspect, and in the not too distant future.
Thanks for continuing the saga.
A very interesting chapter - Ted has definitely gone over the edge, and now he's playing with fire with Tom.
He's going to get bit in the ass HARD, I suspect, and in the not too distant future.
Thanks for continuing the saga.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Session Thirty-Five
Darren awoke in an especially upbeat mood, thinking maybe he should have spent the night with Tom. Tom is fun and friendly, not just low maintenance but NO maintenance, not to mention hot and willing, Darren thought. Nice body, slim but not skinny, a great kisser without being sloppy, and such a sweet fuck. Darren closed his eyes and savored lying in bed with a morning erection that wasn't going away. If I'd stayed with Tom, he thought, we'd be making love right now. I'd be feeling his lips all over me. Darren hugged the pillow and buried his face in it.
“Fuck” he screamed into the pillow. “I'm staying with him tonight,” he promised out loud on his way to take a shower; he watched his dick bouncing in front of him with anticipation.
Darren's good mood lasted all through the morning at work, giving Christopher the impression that his humor was responsible for it. Christopher had been imitating Sean trying to suck up to Professor Mancini offering flattery and seduction. Christopher was hoping his imitation of Sean throwing himself at Mancini could also be read by Darren as Christopher making the same offer to his present audience of one.
“Do you think Mancini would fall for that?” Darren asked.
“Well, would you fall for me if I was making the same offer?” Christopher asked. Darren laughed as if that was the best joke he'd heard in a month. Christopher unfortunately took that as encouragement; he unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt and asked, “What do you say, Darren?”
Now Christopher wasn't a totally bad deal; his offer wasn't insulting, assuming you were forty and hadn't had sex in months. That wasn't Darren's predicament, however; and his open alarm at the offer, his obvious shock as he rolled his chair away from Christopher put a temporary damper on Christopher's ardent hopes. He rebuttoned his shirt and decided that alcohol would probably be a better approach to getting at Darren's goodies. Others might have been permanently discouraged, but Christopher's persistence and a few drinks had worked a couple of times before when all had seemed lost. In one case the object of his desire had been passed out cold when Christopher fucked him, but that was a minor matter in the great scheme of getting laid. The other case was fuzzy in Christopher's mind owing to his own alcoholic haze, but he was pretty sure he had been successful because the other guy wouldn't speak to him after their night together. He eyed Darren, sitting so innocently, imagining him after a few drinks. Wait! he thought; Darren's twenty. He doesn't drink! Christopher's good humor drained away just as Tom arrived. It was especially galling for him to watch Darren's face light up when he saw Tom.
Darren's thoughts were already looking ahead to a night with Tom.
Earlier when Tom woke up he found Dorrance staring at him while masturbating. The room retained the unmistakable odor of last night's funky sex. The scene, the memories of the night before, and especially Dorrance seemed disgusting. Without much pleasure, Dorrance ejaculated onto Tom's stomach. That got Tom moving. He hurried to take a shower hoping to wash away every trace of Dorrance. He came out of the shower and pushed Dorrance away. “Get dressed, Ted. I gotta go to work and I'm already late.”
“Aw, come on. There's always time for a little messing around.” Dorrance lurched toward Tom again and the smell, the stench was overwhelming. Tom shoved him away and opened some windows.
“Get dressed or I'll throw you out naked,” Tom said, not sure whether he could actually carry out his threat; but he was determined to try.
“So how'd you like the c-crystal?” Dorrance asked as he went into the bathroom.
“Crystal? What crystal?”
“In the mojitos, asshole,” Dorrance chuckled and sat on the toilet.
Tom quickly closed the door on Dorrance's noisy business and resumed dressing. He drank a glass of orange juice and then poured another one, feeling very thirsty. Dorrance came out wearing shoes and a shirt; he found more of his clothes in the living room. “Guess I c-c-can't go out flashing my c-cock. Heh, heh! Although you seemed to like it,” Dorrance teased. “You sure you want me to put it away, T-T-Tommie?”
“Why are you stuttering?” He didn't give Dorrance a chance to answer. “Just move it along. I gotta get to work.”
Dorrance left and Tom went in the bedroom to open another window. He hoped that by the time he got home the smell would be gone. The bathroom was especially bad. Dorrance hadn't flushed the toilet. Tom flushed and noticed the contents of the bowl were bright red. It had to be blood. He felt disgusted and hurried to work and a change of scene.
“Sorry I'm late, Rory,” Tom said as he quickly move to his work station. Rory nodded and otherwise said nothing. Tom was rarely ever late.
At noon Tom left to install an update at the Museum. He had been going over the night before in his mind trying to identify the effects of the crystal. All he could acknowledge was a sexual compulsion that ignored safety in favor of gratification; he had never felt any interest in extreme anal sex previously, although his fondness for Devon's cock, which was much bigger than average made him wonder. Dorrance was a slave to the same cock. Then, he couldn't forget the feeling of fisting Dorrance; it wasn't an erotic feeling so much as just a feeling of power and dominance. He could still feel the grip of Dorrance's anal muscles on his wrist. Shit, I'm getting a hardon, he thought. What's happening?
Tom walked into the Museum office and saw Darren's smile come to life; it made him ashamed. “Hi, Darren, Christopher. I've got a software update thanks to Cyril. It should make searches run faster.” He tried to be brisk and professional; he sat at Sean's empty desk and accessed the network. It was a small overwrite, an easy installation. He entered his password to access the mainframe and copied the contents of a CD into the program's libraries. He was finished quickly.
“Will you be playing lacrosse tonight?” Darren asked hopefully.
“Uh, I don't think so. I need to visit my family. Maybe tomorrow,” Tom said noncommittally and watched Darren's optimistic expression fade.
“I was hoping we could get together,” Darren continued.
“Yeah, well, not tonight,” Tom said.
Darren turned back to his work and Christopher smiled a secret smile. “Do either of you shoot pool?” he asked. “The finals of a university tournament are tomorrow.”
“I like it. I'm not much good, though,” Darren answered.
“You should come. The crowd is never big and it's fun.”
“Ok, I will,” Darren said; Tom said nothing; and Christopher said to himself, “Got you now, my Nordstrom model.” He squeezed his cock; his underwear had grown suddenly constricting.
Andrew and Seth were at the studio of Chris the photographer interviewing their porn prospects for modeling potential. The porn prospects were lined up for the preliminaries, assessing their builds and general acceptability in the different light of modeling. They wouldn't all have to be drop dead handsome, but they needed to have decent bodies. While Andrew and Seth were interviewing the models, the models were standing around in their underwear interviewing each other, exchanging phone numbers, making dates. One likely winner pulled down his briefs.
“We don't need naked today,” Andrew said.
“I'm not showing you, I'm showing him. We're getting together tonight and he said he doesn't like surprises.” The prospective date winked at Andrew and said, “Surprises are fine; it's disappointments I don't like.” He flashed his own cock at the crowd to the sound of laughter, whistles, and generally favorable comments.
Seth didn't want to waste an opportunity, so he asked the two guys to come into an adjacent room. “You might as well try the porn roles while you're checking each other out,” he said. He turned on the lights, set Chris's automatic camera array going, and told the guys to do whatever came naturally and make it look like they were having fun. “You want to try doing a little of everything in a more or less vanilla way, ok? Just stay on the bed within the circle of cameras.”
Seth returned to the interviews and between his picks and Andrew's they had a pool of ten guys for the modeling/selling concept. Now all they needed was a clothing manufacturer or two or maybe a store would be better. The night at Istanbulla's was ready to go. Macy's thought the idea sucked. Bloomingdale's said no in a way that made Seth think they would probably just steal the idea and try it themselves. Andrew was getting nowhere with manufacturers. One brick wall after another; and then Zara said yes. The agency had launched a project of its own. Andrew attempted to kiss Seth, but Seth moved away, saying he needed to check on his porn auto-shoot.
At the office Rory saw Tom return from the Museum and wondered what was wrong. It wasn't like him to be so quiet. So at the end of the day when Cyril and Bernice had left he asked, “Tom, what's up? You look like you lost your last friend.”
“It's nothing, Rory. Just a little bump in the road. I'll get over it.”
“It's easier to get over things if you share them. I learned that with Dr. Davis. Remember him? My hypnotist shrink? We don't have many secrets, you and I.”
“You're right. We don't; but this time, I'm not ready to talk about it.”
“I thought you and Darren were getting along, having fun, ...”
“Please, Rory. It's not about Darren.”
“Alright, I'll shut up. But don't hide from your friends. I'm not letting you get into some mess all by yourself.” Rory paused and then asked, “Will you be at the park today? We going to my house afterward. Better yet, Luke's cooking, not me.”
“Luke? I'd like to see Luke,” Tom said.
They walked out to the parking lot and Rory headed for his old Honda. “Rory, I know you make more than I do. Why don't you get a better car?”
Rory looked startled. “It never occurred to me. This one runs well enough and I don't need it every day.”
“Have you noticed what the other vice presidents drive?” Tom pointed to the now-empty spaces marked with names and recited from memory, “Benz, Benz, Audi, Lexus, Range Rover, Honda Civic, Cadillac, and Porsche. Which one of those doesn't fit the pattern?”
Rory answered, “Married, married, straight, married, straight, gay, straight, married. Which one of those doesn't fit the pattern? And anyway Art doesn't like his Range Rover; he thinks it's unstable.”
“I work for the world's best boss,” Tom said and watched Rory drive away. The Honda was smoking a little and Tom told Rory about that problem at the park.
“Tom!” Darren brightened. “I thought you weren't coming.” Tom physically felt the warmth of Darren's greeting and smiled back.
“Things changed. Where's Luke by the way?”
“Mark said he's at their apartment cooking something for dinner,” Darren said. “You looked like shit today. Is everything ok?”
“I had something on my mind. Nothing much really. Let's play.” Tom pulled off his sweat shirt and ran a lap of the field to loosen up. When the scrimmage was over, people went their different ways to get cleaned up. Darren had brought a back pack and asked Tom, “Can I change at your apartment?”
Tom said, “Sure,” and then felt guilty all over again about the stupid night with Dorrance.
Soon Tom and Darren were in the shower kissing. “I thought you were pissed at me today,” Darren said.
“Never,” Tom said and kissed him again.
“You want to be a little late to Rory's?” Darren asked as he held Tom's hard cock.
“If you mean do I want to spend some time with you, the answer is yes. But … Jeez!” Tom gasped as Darren knelt under the spray and began sucking his cock. “Shouldn't we offer to help Luke take stuff to Rory's?”
“Mark will help him,” Darren replied and sucked on Tom's balls. They dried off and Darren said, “Come on.” He led Tom by the hand out of the bathroom.
They lay naked on Tom's bed and shared a gentle kiss. Then Darren said, “I'm sorry I didn't stay with you last night. I regretted it the minute I got home.”
“I'm sorry, too,” Tom said; you wouldn't believe how sorry, he thought.
Darren kissed him more forcefully. Soon the kisses were bruising and Darren wanted more. “Fuck me, Tom. I've been wanting you all day.”
When they finally got to Rory's, Darren's freshly-fucked look was obvious to Z. “Well, I guess Tom's as good as anybody,” Z said to Eric.
“Leave it up to Darren, Z. He's not a kid anymore. Remember it was almost Dorrance doing the deed. Tom's a good guy. Where's Larry anyway?” Eric deliberately changed the subject. Eric liked knowing what was going on - who was doing whom; but he never wanted to think about the details.
Tom went into the kitchen and asked if he could help Luke. “I'm almost done,” Luke said while he arranged chicken pieces on some aluminum foil that would have to serve as a platter. “I made chicken and a salad. Rory made some potatoes.”
“Rory MADE potatoes?” Tom asked not believing what he had heard.
“Ok, Rory MADE a trip to Scalise's and bought some dilled potatoes. Is that better?” Luke smiled.
“I guess he'll acquire some domestic skills eventually. I was just trying to get him to replace his car. The engine is smoking and that's expensive to fix.”
“What's really on your mind?” Luke asked, noticing Tom's nervousness.
Tom looked down and paused. “Just say it or ask it, Tom. It's ok,” Luke encouraged.
“What does a bloody toilet bowl mean?” Tom blurted out.
“Any more symptoms?” Luke asked.
“Crystal meth,” Tom said quietly.
“You?” Luke was surprised.
“Dorrance,” Tom answered.
“I see. It could mean a lot of things, none of them good; but some are much worse than others. He should see a doctor.”
“He was at my apartment last night.” Tom wanted to say more, but Mark and Rory interrupted to take food to the table. Tom picked up some plates to help.
“Let them do it,” Luke said. “Tell me the rest.”
“He came over last night and wanted sex. I tried to talk him out of it, but … I made some drinks and he put crystal into them. We ended up having sex and it got weird.” Tom stopped not knowing what to say.
“Just say it, Tom. Don't minimize anything. I fix people when I can. I don't judge them.” Tom still looked reluctant. “Ok, sometimes I judge; but I won't judge you.”
“I fist-fucked him and in the morning I noticed the toilet was all red after he used it.”
“Let me see the hand you used.” Luke carefully checked the fingernails on the hand Tom held out.
“Will you two quit holding hands,” Mark said. “Dinner's ready.”
Luke said, “Give us a minute.” Mark recognized the professional tone and left.
“You finger nails are all short and smooth. Do you always keep them that way?” Tom nodded and Luke continued, “Then I doubt anything you did caused any tearing. Methamphetamines can cause hypertension, however, and if Dorrance hadn't been eating his vascular walls could be thin. It could have been a hemorrhage from a ruptured vein. It could be an infection; several kinds are possible. It could be a reopened tear from some previous encounter. None of this is good. If you see him tell him to see a doctor immediately.”
“Ok,” Tom said.
“You're worried about it being your fault?”
“The whole thing is disgusting. I can't believe I did it.”
“You're not blameless, but don't beat yourself up too much. We all make mistakes. He gave you a drug that made doing things easy. Dorrance's problems aren't your fault. He would be just as big a mess if he had never met you. Consider it a lesson learned.”
Tom felt better on a rational basis; but, despite Luke's talk, the feelings of guilt lingered. As the evening continued, it was hard to stay gloomy in the face of Darren's enthusiasm. They went back to Tom's apartment and got in bed. They didn't need sex; they were contented just to be together, which was a perfect cure for Tom's remorse.
Then came the pounding on the door. It was Dorrance demanding sex. “I want it again; just like last night,” he yelled. “Grease up that fist. What are you looking at? he demanded seeing the shock on Darren's face. “Fuck you!” he said as his fist snapped Darren's head back.
“You son of a bitch,” Tom said and knocked him down. He began pummeling Dorrance.
“Stop! You'll kill him!” Darren said as Tom methodically pounded Dorrance's face.
Darren awoke in an especially upbeat mood, thinking maybe he should have spent the night with Tom. Tom is fun and friendly, not just low maintenance but NO maintenance, not to mention hot and willing, Darren thought. Nice body, slim but not skinny, a great kisser without being sloppy, and such a sweet fuck. Darren closed his eyes and savored lying in bed with a morning erection that wasn't going away. If I'd stayed with Tom, he thought, we'd be making love right now. I'd be feeling his lips all over me. Darren hugged the pillow and buried his face in it.
“Fuck” he screamed into the pillow. “I'm staying with him tonight,” he promised out loud on his way to take a shower; he watched his dick bouncing in front of him with anticipation.
Darren's good mood lasted all through the morning at work, giving Christopher the impression that his humor was responsible for it. Christopher had been imitating Sean trying to suck up to Professor Mancini offering flattery and seduction. Christopher was hoping his imitation of Sean throwing himself at Mancini could also be read by Darren as Christopher making the same offer to his present audience of one.
“Do you think Mancini would fall for that?” Darren asked.
“Well, would you fall for me if I was making the same offer?” Christopher asked. Darren laughed as if that was the best joke he'd heard in a month. Christopher unfortunately took that as encouragement; he unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt and asked, “What do you say, Darren?”
Now Christopher wasn't a totally bad deal; his offer wasn't insulting, assuming you were forty and hadn't had sex in months. That wasn't Darren's predicament, however; and his open alarm at the offer, his obvious shock as he rolled his chair away from Christopher put a temporary damper on Christopher's ardent hopes. He rebuttoned his shirt and decided that alcohol would probably be a better approach to getting at Darren's goodies. Others might have been permanently discouraged, but Christopher's persistence and a few drinks had worked a couple of times before when all had seemed lost. In one case the object of his desire had been passed out cold when Christopher fucked him, but that was a minor matter in the great scheme of getting laid. The other case was fuzzy in Christopher's mind owing to his own alcoholic haze, but he was pretty sure he had been successful because the other guy wouldn't speak to him after their night together. He eyed Darren, sitting so innocently, imagining him after a few drinks. Wait! he thought; Darren's twenty. He doesn't drink! Christopher's good humor drained away just as Tom arrived. It was especially galling for him to watch Darren's face light up when he saw Tom.
Darren's thoughts were already looking ahead to a night with Tom.
Earlier when Tom woke up he found Dorrance staring at him while masturbating. The room retained the unmistakable odor of last night's funky sex. The scene, the memories of the night before, and especially Dorrance seemed disgusting. Without much pleasure, Dorrance ejaculated onto Tom's stomach. That got Tom moving. He hurried to take a shower hoping to wash away every trace of Dorrance. He came out of the shower and pushed Dorrance away. “Get dressed, Ted. I gotta go to work and I'm already late.”
“Aw, come on. There's always time for a little messing around.” Dorrance lurched toward Tom again and the smell, the stench was overwhelming. Tom shoved him away and opened some windows.
“Get dressed or I'll throw you out naked,” Tom said, not sure whether he could actually carry out his threat; but he was determined to try.
“So how'd you like the c-crystal?” Dorrance asked as he went into the bathroom.
“Crystal? What crystal?”
“In the mojitos, asshole,” Dorrance chuckled and sat on the toilet.
Tom quickly closed the door on Dorrance's noisy business and resumed dressing. He drank a glass of orange juice and then poured another one, feeling very thirsty. Dorrance came out wearing shoes and a shirt; he found more of his clothes in the living room. “Guess I c-c-can't go out flashing my c-cock. Heh, heh! Although you seemed to like it,” Dorrance teased. “You sure you want me to put it away, T-T-Tommie?”
“Why are you stuttering?” He didn't give Dorrance a chance to answer. “Just move it along. I gotta get to work.”
Dorrance left and Tom went in the bedroom to open another window. He hoped that by the time he got home the smell would be gone. The bathroom was especially bad. Dorrance hadn't flushed the toilet. Tom flushed and noticed the contents of the bowl were bright red. It had to be blood. He felt disgusted and hurried to work and a change of scene.
“Sorry I'm late, Rory,” Tom said as he quickly move to his work station. Rory nodded and otherwise said nothing. Tom was rarely ever late.
At noon Tom left to install an update at the Museum. He had been going over the night before in his mind trying to identify the effects of the crystal. All he could acknowledge was a sexual compulsion that ignored safety in favor of gratification; he had never felt any interest in extreme anal sex previously, although his fondness for Devon's cock, which was much bigger than average made him wonder. Dorrance was a slave to the same cock. Then, he couldn't forget the feeling of fisting Dorrance; it wasn't an erotic feeling so much as just a feeling of power and dominance. He could still feel the grip of Dorrance's anal muscles on his wrist. Shit, I'm getting a hardon, he thought. What's happening?
Tom walked into the Museum office and saw Darren's smile come to life; it made him ashamed. “Hi, Darren, Christopher. I've got a software update thanks to Cyril. It should make searches run faster.” He tried to be brisk and professional; he sat at Sean's empty desk and accessed the network. It was a small overwrite, an easy installation. He entered his password to access the mainframe and copied the contents of a CD into the program's libraries. He was finished quickly.
“Will you be playing lacrosse tonight?” Darren asked hopefully.
“Uh, I don't think so. I need to visit my family. Maybe tomorrow,” Tom said noncommittally and watched Darren's optimistic expression fade.
“I was hoping we could get together,” Darren continued.
“Yeah, well, not tonight,” Tom said.
Darren turned back to his work and Christopher smiled a secret smile. “Do either of you shoot pool?” he asked. “The finals of a university tournament are tomorrow.”
“I like it. I'm not much good, though,” Darren answered.
“You should come. The crowd is never big and it's fun.”
“Ok, I will,” Darren said; Tom said nothing; and Christopher said to himself, “Got you now, my Nordstrom model.” He squeezed his cock; his underwear had grown suddenly constricting.
Andrew and Seth were at the studio of Chris the photographer interviewing their porn prospects for modeling potential. The porn prospects were lined up for the preliminaries, assessing their builds and general acceptability in the different light of modeling. They wouldn't all have to be drop dead handsome, but they needed to have decent bodies. While Andrew and Seth were interviewing the models, the models were standing around in their underwear interviewing each other, exchanging phone numbers, making dates. One likely winner pulled down his briefs.
“We don't need naked today,” Andrew said.
“I'm not showing you, I'm showing him. We're getting together tonight and he said he doesn't like surprises.” The prospective date winked at Andrew and said, “Surprises are fine; it's disappointments I don't like.” He flashed his own cock at the crowd to the sound of laughter, whistles, and generally favorable comments.
Seth didn't want to waste an opportunity, so he asked the two guys to come into an adjacent room. “You might as well try the porn roles while you're checking each other out,” he said. He turned on the lights, set Chris's automatic camera array going, and told the guys to do whatever came naturally and make it look like they were having fun. “You want to try doing a little of everything in a more or less vanilla way, ok? Just stay on the bed within the circle of cameras.”
Seth returned to the interviews and between his picks and Andrew's they had a pool of ten guys for the modeling/selling concept. Now all they needed was a clothing manufacturer or two or maybe a store would be better. The night at Istanbulla's was ready to go. Macy's thought the idea sucked. Bloomingdale's said no in a way that made Seth think they would probably just steal the idea and try it themselves. Andrew was getting nowhere with manufacturers. One brick wall after another; and then Zara said yes. The agency had launched a project of its own. Andrew attempted to kiss Seth, but Seth moved away, saying he needed to check on his porn auto-shoot.
At the office Rory saw Tom return from the Museum and wondered what was wrong. It wasn't like him to be so quiet. So at the end of the day when Cyril and Bernice had left he asked, “Tom, what's up? You look like you lost your last friend.”
“It's nothing, Rory. Just a little bump in the road. I'll get over it.”
“It's easier to get over things if you share them. I learned that with Dr. Davis. Remember him? My hypnotist shrink? We don't have many secrets, you and I.”
“You're right. We don't; but this time, I'm not ready to talk about it.”
“I thought you and Darren were getting along, having fun, ...”
“Please, Rory. It's not about Darren.”
“Alright, I'll shut up. But don't hide from your friends. I'm not letting you get into some mess all by yourself.” Rory paused and then asked, “Will you be at the park today? We going to my house afterward. Better yet, Luke's cooking, not me.”
“Luke? I'd like to see Luke,” Tom said.
They walked out to the parking lot and Rory headed for his old Honda. “Rory, I know you make more than I do. Why don't you get a better car?”
Rory looked startled. “It never occurred to me. This one runs well enough and I don't need it every day.”
“Have you noticed what the other vice presidents drive?” Tom pointed to the now-empty spaces marked with names and recited from memory, “Benz, Benz, Audi, Lexus, Range Rover, Honda Civic, Cadillac, and Porsche. Which one of those doesn't fit the pattern?”
Rory answered, “Married, married, straight, married, straight, gay, straight, married. Which one of those doesn't fit the pattern? And anyway Art doesn't like his Range Rover; he thinks it's unstable.”
“I work for the world's best boss,” Tom said and watched Rory drive away. The Honda was smoking a little and Tom told Rory about that problem at the park.
“Tom!” Darren brightened. “I thought you weren't coming.” Tom physically felt the warmth of Darren's greeting and smiled back.
“Things changed. Where's Luke by the way?”
“Mark said he's at their apartment cooking something for dinner,” Darren said. “You looked like shit today. Is everything ok?”
“I had something on my mind. Nothing much really. Let's play.” Tom pulled off his sweat shirt and ran a lap of the field to loosen up. When the scrimmage was over, people went their different ways to get cleaned up. Darren had brought a back pack and asked Tom, “Can I change at your apartment?”
Tom said, “Sure,” and then felt guilty all over again about the stupid night with Dorrance.
Soon Tom and Darren were in the shower kissing. “I thought you were pissed at me today,” Darren said.
“Never,” Tom said and kissed him again.
“You want to be a little late to Rory's?” Darren asked as he held Tom's hard cock.
“If you mean do I want to spend some time with you, the answer is yes. But … Jeez!” Tom gasped as Darren knelt under the spray and began sucking his cock. “Shouldn't we offer to help Luke take stuff to Rory's?”
“Mark will help him,” Darren replied and sucked on Tom's balls. They dried off and Darren said, “Come on.” He led Tom by the hand out of the bathroom.
They lay naked on Tom's bed and shared a gentle kiss. Then Darren said, “I'm sorry I didn't stay with you last night. I regretted it the minute I got home.”
“I'm sorry, too,” Tom said; you wouldn't believe how sorry, he thought.
Darren kissed him more forcefully. Soon the kisses were bruising and Darren wanted more. “Fuck me, Tom. I've been wanting you all day.”
When they finally got to Rory's, Darren's freshly-fucked look was obvious to Z. “Well, I guess Tom's as good as anybody,” Z said to Eric.
“Leave it up to Darren, Z. He's not a kid anymore. Remember it was almost Dorrance doing the deed. Tom's a good guy. Where's Larry anyway?” Eric deliberately changed the subject. Eric liked knowing what was going on - who was doing whom; but he never wanted to think about the details.
Tom went into the kitchen and asked if he could help Luke. “I'm almost done,” Luke said while he arranged chicken pieces on some aluminum foil that would have to serve as a platter. “I made chicken and a salad. Rory made some potatoes.”
“Rory MADE potatoes?” Tom asked not believing what he had heard.
“Ok, Rory MADE a trip to Scalise's and bought some dilled potatoes. Is that better?” Luke smiled.
“I guess he'll acquire some domestic skills eventually. I was just trying to get him to replace his car. The engine is smoking and that's expensive to fix.”
“What's really on your mind?” Luke asked, noticing Tom's nervousness.
Tom looked down and paused. “Just say it or ask it, Tom. It's ok,” Luke encouraged.
“What does a bloody toilet bowl mean?” Tom blurted out.
“Any more symptoms?” Luke asked.
“Crystal meth,” Tom said quietly.
“You?” Luke was surprised.
“Dorrance,” Tom answered.
“I see. It could mean a lot of things, none of them good; but some are much worse than others. He should see a doctor.”
“He was at my apartment last night.” Tom wanted to say more, but Mark and Rory interrupted to take food to the table. Tom picked up some plates to help.
“Let them do it,” Luke said. “Tell me the rest.”
“He came over last night and wanted sex. I tried to talk him out of it, but … I made some drinks and he put crystal into them. We ended up having sex and it got weird.” Tom stopped not knowing what to say.
“Just say it, Tom. Don't minimize anything. I fix people when I can. I don't judge them.” Tom still looked reluctant. “Ok, sometimes I judge; but I won't judge you.”
“I fist-fucked him and in the morning I noticed the toilet was all red after he used it.”
“Let me see the hand you used.” Luke carefully checked the fingernails on the hand Tom held out.
“Will you two quit holding hands,” Mark said. “Dinner's ready.”
Luke said, “Give us a minute.” Mark recognized the professional tone and left.
“You finger nails are all short and smooth. Do you always keep them that way?” Tom nodded and Luke continued, “Then I doubt anything you did caused any tearing. Methamphetamines can cause hypertension, however, and if Dorrance hadn't been eating his vascular walls could be thin. It could have been a hemorrhage from a ruptured vein. It could be an infection; several kinds are possible. It could be a reopened tear from some previous encounter. None of this is good. If you see him tell him to see a doctor immediately.”
“Ok,” Tom said.
“You're worried about it being your fault?”
“The whole thing is disgusting. I can't believe I did it.”
“You're not blameless, but don't beat yourself up too much. We all make mistakes. He gave you a drug that made doing things easy. Dorrance's problems aren't your fault. He would be just as big a mess if he had never met you. Consider it a lesson learned.”
Tom felt better on a rational basis; but, despite Luke's talk, the feelings of guilt lingered. As the evening continued, it was hard to stay gloomy in the face of Darren's enthusiasm. They went back to Tom's apartment and got in bed. They didn't need sex; they were contented just to be together, which was a perfect cure for Tom's remorse.
Then came the pounding on the door. It was Dorrance demanding sex. “I want it again; just like last night,” he yelled. “Grease up that fist. What are you looking at? he demanded seeing the shock on Darren's face. “Fuck you!” he said as his fist snapped Darren's head back.
“You son of a bitch,” Tom said and knocked him down. He began pummeling Dorrance.
“Stop! You'll kill him!” Darren said as Tom methodically pounded Dorrance's face.
Rory,
Another action packed chapter of varying intrigue.
Tom & Ted - Tom finding out about the Crystal, and generally being disgusted with Ted - but also concerned about the blood. Still a good guy, even with the head case.
Interesting Peyton Place at the museum - and what will happen at the pool tourney?
I read this offline, am trying to remember everything so I can post quickly
Ah, yes, the Seth & Andrew interviews, with the "self-directed" auto-shoot, have at it sexplay between two of the prospective models.
Then, the building anger at Ted, with him being stoned and BullShit at the door, pounding an innocent bystander - here's hoping Darren stops Tom before he kills Ted.
It might be the tide that "floats" him into the ER and getting help, though.
You keep the action real, not always pretty.
Another action packed chapter of varying intrigue.
Tom & Ted - Tom finding out about the Crystal, and generally being disgusted with Ted - but also concerned about the blood. Still a good guy, even with the head case.
Interesting Peyton Place at the museum - and what will happen at the pool tourney?
I read this offline, am trying to remember everything so I can post quickly
Ah, yes, the Seth & Andrew interviews, with the "self-directed" auto-shoot, have at it sexplay between two of the prospective models.
Then, the building anger at Ted, with him being stoned and BullShit at the door, pounding an innocent bystander - here's hoping Darren stops Tom before he kills Ted.
It might be the tide that "floats" him into the ER and getting help, though.
You keep the action real, not always pretty.
EasyRory
JUB Addict
Session Thirty-Six
It's much harder to kill someone with your bare hands than popular entertainment would let you believe. Just like a Timex, humans are designed to take a licking and keep on ticking; and so did Dorrance. Superficial bruises were the extent of his injuries. The ambulance arrived and took him to Alameda General while Tom and Darren awaited the police. The police arrived as the ambulance left, followed quickly by Z, Eric, Rory, and Tim. Forcible entry and battery was the complaint lodged against Dorrance and the police left after compiling the details.
“He'll survive,” Eric reported after talking to Luke who was on duty in the ER. “He won't look pretty, but he'll be released tomorrow probably.”
“I'm supposed to be a 'peace' officer,” Tim said, “but good work, Tom. Sometimes you have to act in the only way possible.”
Z was tending to Darren who resented the fuss. “I'm ok. Quick messing with me, Z. Ow! Don't touch it!” Z had to touch the bruise on Darren's cheek but quickly took his hand away.
“Alright. I believe you,” Z said.
“Sit over there. You're so damn close my eyes won't focus,” Darren demanded and Eric stiffled a chuckle, not very successfully, drawing a glare from Z.
“Why don't you stay at our house tonight?” Z proposed.
“I'm ok and I'm staying with Tom,” Darren insisted. “Jeez, you're worse than Mom.”
Z backed off as if his hands were singed and shrugged at Eric.
“He knows you love him, Z; just don't love him so much,” Eric said, messing up Darren's hair.
“Z's right, Darren. Go with him. I'm so wired I won't be able to sleep,” Tom said. “As soon as the crowd thins here, I'm going to that all night gym in Oakland.”
“Want me to come along? I know what you're feeling. You're going to crash hard,” Tim offered. Tom looked uncertain. “I promise I'll just spot you, no chit-chat.”
Darren refused to go with Z. “I'll see you for breakfast,” he promised his brother. He went to Carolyn's instead and after the Tylenol PM kicked in, he slept comfortably in his own bed.
“Tim and Tom,” Tom said during the drive to Oakland. “It sounds an Asian cartoon strip.”
“You're coasting on adrenalin. It's going to wear off and you'll feel ragged tomorrow. Just drink water, no caffeine. That's what the police do, the smart ones,” Tim advised. They ran an indoor track and used some weights; Tim's prediction was accurate and after less than an hour, Tom was done. He fell asleep during the ride back to Alameda. Tom carried him into Rory's house and put him on the couch.
Getting a pillow and a blanket, Tim woke Rory, who offered to help. The only help needed was to take Tom's shoes off. “He sweaty,” Rory noted.
“Let him sleep. He can shower in the morning,” Tim advised.
“What's going to happen?” Rory asked.
“It might be better if the charges were dropped. The story, by which I mean the sex demand, might get around and hurt the people involved. Dorrance is suffering plenty and he can't retaliate.”
“So much for justice,” Rory said.
“Some times justice isn't worth it. Justice doesn't always make sense. Too many people suffer. Have you ever read Aeschylus?”
“You are the most literate God-damn cop in the world and I love you,” Rory said.
“You do? You love me?” Tim was stunned.
“Of course.”
“Well, you never said so.”
“I just did. I love you. I said it again. Love you. Again.”
“Rory, I … I didn't know. I had no idea. I didn't know guys ever ...”
“Shhh. You'll wake Tom. Come on to bed.”
Under the covers, Tim persisted. “You love me? Really?”
“We have good sex, which is probably an essential, right?” Rory began.
“Yes, we do. We have unbelievable sex.”
“You are a good man ...”
“Well, ...” Tim interrupted.
“Yes, you are. Don't argue. You are beautiful and careful with your parents,” Rory continued.
“The Aged P's are pretty nice to me, too,” Tim countered.
“You are smart and fascinating. Shh. Don't deny it. You are patient with other people. You treat them with respect and interest. You surprise me because you are always better than you need to be. You put other people first without even thinking about it. You are so generous. You're a boy scout, and that's good; you're a very sexy boy scout, and that's even better. And I love you, I love everything about you.”
“But that's exactly what I've been thinking about you. I just never thought it was love.”
“What else would you call it?” Rory asked.
Tim thought about it. “Did you see Tom wearing that 'I Work for the Best Boss' t-shirt?”
“I've told him not to wear that.”
I'm going to get one that says “I'm in Love with the Best Man in the World,” Tim promised.
“You wear it outside this room and I'll burn it,” Rory laughed.
“I love you,” Tim said with some awe in his voice. “That makes it so simple. That sums up all these thoughts I've been having and couldn't figure out. I love you. Why didn't I think of that?”
It felt like a huge load had been lifted off Tim. All of a sudden the tension was gone; his feelings made sense; and he was with the man he loved. Kisses became part of it, relaxation became easier; he left out a long sigh. “I love you. Three amazing words.” Tim turned to Rory to demonstrate his newly identified feelings.
The sounds of their fucking must have disturbed Tom. As they lay relaxing they heard him get up, go to the bathroom, and then return to the couch. “By the way,” Tim said, “My partner Neil Corrigan has figured us out. He's cool with it.”
At the studio when the model's call was over and Seth found time to look at his auto-shoot, he was pretty pleased. “Andrew, look at this.” He fast-forwarded through about an hour of video from each of the six cameras in the array, slowing the display now and then to show real-time action from various perspectives. He was sure a good editor like Chris could produce something hot. He had good shots of a variety of acts. The two models were totally versatile and at the end turned to the camera and asked, “So did you like it, Seth? Do we get some work?”
“That was pretty spectacular and really cheap to produce. No director, no camera crew, just those cute little fuck-bunnies. How did you pick them?” Andrew asked.
“They were willing and they both like bottoming. I think bottoms really know what they're doing, even when they're on top,” Seth theorized.
“And you know this how?” Andrew smiled.
“Personal experience,” Seth grinned.
“We should celebrate. You want a little personal experience? I wouldn't mind if my child-genius did a little topping.”
“Andrew, we said we wouldn't. We have to be professional. Or at least start out professional. After we've made our first million, I'll do anything you want. Meanwhile … “
“Spoil sport. It would have been a nice fuck. I'm in a good mood.” Andrew pulled together his notes for the Zara event and headed for the car. Seth drove. “When we make our first million, Seth, I want to move back to Alameda. Living south of Market sucks. We aren't gonna get home until after seven. Are you sure you don't want to fuck?”
Seth was adamant. They weren't going to have any version of sex that night, if he could help it; but he knew that there would be other nights. Seth knew he would eventually give in; in fact he looked forward to it. His job was so saturated with sex that he was half hard all day long. He missed fooling around with Darren. He missed a little privacy just to jack off. He was horny. He watched Andrew undress for a shower. He's too skinny, Seth thought, but that is one nice cock. Damn, he caught me looking, Seth blushed. He's standing around naked 'cause he knows I'm watching him.
Andrew said nothing. He slowly hung up his clothes, smoothing them and brushing some lint off. He casually scratched his balls and tugged on his cock. It responded, swelling a bit. He turned to Seth. “Seth,” he said, “Do you want to ...”
“I want to fuck you,” Seth said.
“Good boy, I was going to ask about dinner, but that can wait.” Andrew reached out to welcome Seth into his arms.
Seth frowned, “Good boy, huh?”
“Now don't go getting weird. Yes, 'good boy'. You aren't even twenty-one yet and you look endearingly young sometimes. If I didn't respect you, we wouldn't be listening to so many of your ideas. You wouldn't even be here. Ok? In ten years I'm gonna look like Adrien Brody and you're gonna look like Jon Lovitz. Be glad we look a little boyish now. Ok?”
Seth reluctantly nodded, “You don't look too boyish, Andrew.”
“See what I mean? There's no time to waste.” Andrew said and smothered Seth's agreement with kisses. “You're such a cutie. Did you ever see pictures of Jon Lovitz when he was young?”
“Was he ever young?” Seth asked. He ended up getting fucked. It was what they both really liked best.
Of course, there was a reason that Larry wasn't at Rory's house. He was at the airport waiting for a Southwest flight from Burbank. While he waited, he spent his time redesigning the baggage claim area in his head. Since most people carried their stuff themselves in the cabin, these old baggage areas were way bigger than they needed to be. The extra space could be a Starbuck's maybe, or something that would sell me a drink while I wait, he thought. At last the board flashed the flight number he was awaiting and people began to trickle into the area. He watched and waited until the trickle dried up. At last a stranger came up to him.
“Larry? Oh, good. I have a message for you. Logan is really sorry that he couldn't ...”
Larry didn't pay much attention to the rest of it. One excuse is as good as another. This time Logan had to be somewhere in the East promoting something or other. He knew life with a movie star would not be easy; and life as the special friend of Logan Long was one disappointment after another. There was nothing too special about it at all. No wonder there are so many divorce lawyers in Los Angeles, he thought.
“So Logan thought maybe you'd like to go to this party at Cliff House with me,” the stranger said.
The guy was amazingly cute, but he wasn't Logan. Larry wondered if Logan could actually be sending him a compensatory piece of ass to make up for his own absence; that would be pretty amazing even for Hollywood, he thought. Larry thanked the guy for the offer but declined and in turn offered him a ride to wherever he was going.
“Honest? I'm not going far, if you really don't mind, ” the guy said. “I'm staying in Oakland at the Claremont and working a business meeting tomorrow and the next day; and, since you don't want to go, I'll skip the Cliff House thing. That's a long trip for nothing.”
“So how do you know Logan, uh … uh … I'm sorry; I forgot your name.”
“I probably need another name. Nobody ever remembers it. It's André Ayrlawn.”
Larry giggled and asked, “What's your real name?”
“John Connor.” André Ayrlawn replied.
“Why don't you use that?” Larry asked.
“Too many other associations. The Terminator, for one. And it's already taken by somebody else in the actor's union.”
“Can I be honest, John? 'André Ayrlawn' sucks.”
“Call me Jack. I told my agent the same thing and she just brushed me off with something supposed to be comforting in Yiddish.”
“Amanda Behar?”
“Yes! How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” Larry grinned.
“Larry? I'm starving. Can I buy you dinner?”
Larry made a U-turn on Hegenberger and they headed for Nick's in San Leandro. It occurred to Larry that Jack had not answered his question about how he knew Logan. He decided he didn't want to know. After dinner while driving to the Claremont, Larry asked, “Jack, what are you doing at the business meeting? Act Three, Scene One of Hamlet?”
Jack grinned and said, “To operate or not to operate a forklift, that is the conundrum. Costume is bib-overalls. I gotta buy a pair in the morning. Nobody will notice me in those; and Amanda swears it's good exposure for me.”
Larry pulled over and punched a number into his phone, “Andrew, it's Larry. How do you make bib overalls sexy? … Ok, got it. Thanks.”
They arrived at the hotel and Larry said to Jack, “Wait a sec. I'll write down the address of a tailor for the overalls.” He looked through the glove box for a pen and paper.
“You could probably write better in my room,” Jack said. Larry looked up, not saying yes or no. “Yes, I am trying to seduce you,” Jack said and Larry wondered if Jack had been paid to make the offer.
Jack was willing gift-horse and Larry was horny and asked no questions. It was good sex - not great, but definitely in the good and satisfying category. Great sex needs a little more practice, Larry thought.
“We need a little practice,” Jack said.
Larry laughed and said, “I was thinking that same thing.” He gave Jack a squeeze and Jack snuggled up to him. “We can practice in the morning.”
Just before he fell asleep Larry thought about his first time with Cal. Cal had been inexperienced and clumsy; he had no clue how to fuck; he came way too soon; but that night with Cal was the best sex of Larry's life.
He responded to his memory and Jack felt the resulting erection poking him. He turned in Larry's arms and asked, “You can't wait 'til morning? I can't either.”
It was a slow and easy fuck; Jack's ass was still slick from their first time. Jack didn't get hard, but he seemed to be enjoying the intimacy, wrapping his legs around Larry and welcoming every thrust with kisses and sighs. As Larry picked up the pace, Jack became more eager, pulling Larry into him with an urgency. Larry raised his body off Jack's and kissed his nipples. He felt Jack's now-hard cock. With a few strokes he had Jack coming and with his accompanying thrusts they came together.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Jack groaned as they came down from their peak. “Logan said you were the best. Now I believe it.”
Hearing that comment, Larry knew his affair with the movie star was over.
It's much harder to kill someone with your bare hands than popular entertainment would let you believe. Just like a Timex, humans are designed to take a licking and keep on ticking; and so did Dorrance. Superficial bruises were the extent of his injuries. The ambulance arrived and took him to Alameda General while Tom and Darren awaited the police. The police arrived as the ambulance left, followed quickly by Z, Eric, Rory, and Tim. Forcible entry and battery was the complaint lodged against Dorrance and the police left after compiling the details.
“He'll survive,” Eric reported after talking to Luke who was on duty in the ER. “He won't look pretty, but he'll be released tomorrow probably.”
“I'm supposed to be a 'peace' officer,” Tim said, “but good work, Tom. Sometimes you have to act in the only way possible.”
Z was tending to Darren who resented the fuss. “I'm ok. Quick messing with me, Z. Ow! Don't touch it!” Z had to touch the bruise on Darren's cheek but quickly took his hand away.
“Alright. I believe you,” Z said.
“Sit over there. You're so damn close my eyes won't focus,” Darren demanded and Eric stiffled a chuckle, not very successfully, drawing a glare from Z.
“Why don't you stay at our house tonight?” Z proposed.
“I'm ok and I'm staying with Tom,” Darren insisted. “Jeez, you're worse than Mom.”
Z backed off as if his hands were singed and shrugged at Eric.
“He knows you love him, Z; just don't love him so much,” Eric said, messing up Darren's hair.
“Z's right, Darren. Go with him. I'm so wired I won't be able to sleep,” Tom said. “As soon as the crowd thins here, I'm going to that all night gym in Oakland.”
“Want me to come along? I know what you're feeling. You're going to crash hard,” Tim offered. Tom looked uncertain. “I promise I'll just spot you, no chit-chat.”
Darren refused to go with Z. “I'll see you for breakfast,” he promised his brother. He went to Carolyn's instead and after the Tylenol PM kicked in, he slept comfortably in his own bed.
“Tim and Tom,” Tom said during the drive to Oakland. “It sounds an Asian cartoon strip.”
“You're coasting on adrenalin. It's going to wear off and you'll feel ragged tomorrow. Just drink water, no caffeine. That's what the police do, the smart ones,” Tim advised. They ran an indoor track and used some weights; Tim's prediction was accurate and after less than an hour, Tom was done. He fell asleep during the ride back to Alameda. Tom carried him into Rory's house and put him on the couch.
Getting a pillow and a blanket, Tim woke Rory, who offered to help. The only help needed was to take Tom's shoes off. “He sweaty,” Rory noted.
“Let him sleep. He can shower in the morning,” Tim advised.
“What's going to happen?” Rory asked.
“It might be better if the charges were dropped. The story, by which I mean the sex demand, might get around and hurt the people involved. Dorrance is suffering plenty and he can't retaliate.”
“So much for justice,” Rory said.
“Some times justice isn't worth it. Justice doesn't always make sense. Too many people suffer. Have you ever read Aeschylus?”
“You are the most literate God-damn cop in the world and I love you,” Rory said.
“You do? You love me?” Tim was stunned.
“Of course.”
“Well, you never said so.”
“I just did. I love you. I said it again. Love you. Again.”
“Rory, I … I didn't know. I had no idea. I didn't know guys ever ...”
“Shhh. You'll wake Tom. Come on to bed.”
Under the covers, Tim persisted. “You love me? Really?”
“We have good sex, which is probably an essential, right?” Rory began.
“Yes, we do. We have unbelievable sex.”
“You are a good man ...”
“Well, ...” Tim interrupted.
“Yes, you are. Don't argue. You are beautiful and careful with your parents,” Rory continued.
“The Aged P's are pretty nice to me, too,” Tim countered.
“You are smart and fascinating. Shh. Don't deny it. You are patient with other people. You treat them with respect and interest. You surprise me because you are always better than you need to be. You put other people first without even thinking about it. You are so generous. You're a boy scout, and that's good; you're a very sexy boy scout, and that's even better. And I love you, I love everything about you.”
“But that's exactly what I've been thinking about you. I just never thought it was love.”
“What else would you call it?” Rory asked.
Tim thought about it. “Did you see Tom wearing that 'I Work for the Best Boss' t-shirt?”
“I've told him not to wear that.”
I'm going to get one that says “I'm in Love with the Best Man in the World,” Tim promised.
“You wear it outside this room and I'll burn it,” Rory laughed.
“I love you,” Tim said with some awe in his voice. “That makes it so simple. That sums up all these thoughts I've been having and couldn't figure out. I love you. Why didn't I think of that?”
It felt like a huge load had been lifted off Tim. All of a sudden the tension was gone; his feelings made sense; and he was with the man he loved. Kisses became part of it, relaxation became easier; he left out a long sigh. “I love you. Three amazing words.” Tim turned to Rory to demonstrate his newly identified feelings.
The sounds of their fucking must have disturbed Tom. As they lay relaxing they heard him get up, go to the bathroom, and then return to the couch. “By the way,” Tim said, “My partner Neil Corrigan has figured us out. He's cool with it.”
At the studio when the model's call was over and Seth found time to look at his auto-shoot, he was pretty pleased. “Andrew, look at this.” He fast-forwarded through about an hour of video from each of the six cameras in the array, slowing the display now and then to show real-time action from various perspectives. He was sure a good editor like Chris could produce something hot. He had good shots of a variety of acts. The two models were totally versatile and at the end turned to the camera and asked, “So did you like it, Seth? Do we get some work?”
“That was pretty spectacular and really cheap to produce. No director, no camera crew, just those cute little fuck-bunnies. How did you pick them?” Andrew asked.
“They were willing and they both like bottoming. I think bottoms really know what they're doing, even when they're on top,” Seth theorized.
“And you know this how?” Andrew smiled.
“Personal experience,” Seth grinned.
“We should celebrate. You want a little personal experience? I wouldn't mind if my child-genius did a little topping.”
“Andrew, we said we wouldn't. We have to be professional. Or at least start out professional. After we've made our first million, I'll do anything you want. Meanwhile … “
“Spoil sport. It would have been a nice fuck. I'm in a good mood.” Andrew pulled together his notes for the Zara event and headed for the car. Seth drove. “When we make our first million, Seth, I want to move back to Alameda. Living south of Market sucks. We aren't gonna get home until after seven. Are you sure you don't want to fuck?”
Seth was adamant. They weren't going to have any version of sex that night, if he could help it; but he knew that there would be other nights. Seth knew he would eventually give in; in fact he looked forward to it. His job was so saturated with sex that he was half hard all day long. He missed fooling around with Darren. He missed a little privacy just to jack off. He was horny. He watched Andrew undress for a shower. He's too skinny, Seth thought, but that is one nice cock. Damn, he caught me looking, Seth blushed. He's standing around naked 'cause he knows I'm watching him.
Andrew said nothing. He slowly hung up his clothes, smoothing them and brushing some lint off. He casually scratched his balls and tugged on his cock. It responded, swelling a bit. He turned to Seth. “Seth,” he said, “Do you want to ...”
“I want to fuck you,” Seth said.
“Good boy, I was going to ask about dinner, but that can wait.” Andrew reached out to welcome Seth into his arms.
Seth frowned, “Good boy, huh?”
“Now don't go getting weird. Yes, 'good boy'. You aren't even twenty-one yet and you look endearingly young sometimes. If I didn't respect you, we wouldn't be listening to so many of your ideas. You wouldn't even be here. Ok? In ten years I'm gonna look like Adrien Brody and you're gonna look like Jon Lovitz. Be glad we look a little boyish now. Ok?”
Seth reluctantly nodded, “You don't look too boyish, Andrew.”
“See what I mean? There's no time to waste.” Andrew said and smothered Seth's agreement with kisses. “You're such a cutie. Did you ever see pictures of Jon Lovitz when he was young?”
“Was he ever young?” Seth asked. He ended up getting fucked. It was what they both really liked best.
Of course, there was a reason that Larry wasn't at Rory's house. He was at the airport waiting for a Southwest flight from Burbank. While he waited, he spent his time redesigning the baggage claim area in his head. Since most people carried their stuff themselves in the cabin, these old baggage areas were way bigger than they needed to be. The extra space could be a Starbuck's maybe, or something that would sell me a drink while I wait, he thought. At last the board flashed the flight number he was awaiting and people began to trickle into the area. He watched and waited until the trickle dried up. At last a stranger came up to him.
“Larry? Oh, good. I have a message for you. Logan is really sorry that he couldn't ...”
Larry didn't pay much attention to the rest of it. One excuse is as good as another. This time Logan had to be somewhere in the East promoting something or other. He knew life with a movie star would not be easy; and life as the special friend of Logan Long was one disappointment after another. There was nothing too special about it at all. No wonder there are so many divorce lawyers in Los Angeles, he thought.
“So Logan thought maybe you'd like to go to this party at Cliff House with me,” the stranger said.
The guy was amazingly cute, but he wasn't Logan. Larry wondered if Logan could actually be sending him a compensatory piece of ass to make up for his own absence; that would be pretty amazing even for Hollywood, he thought. Larry thanked the guy for the offer but declined and in turn offered him a ride to wherever he was going.
“Honest? I'm not going far, if you really don't mind, ” the guy said. “I'm staying in Oakland at the Claremont and working a business meeting tomorrow and the next day; and, since you don't want to go, I'll skip the Cliff House thing. That's a long trip for nothing.”
“So how do you know Logan, uh … uh … I'm sorry; I forgot your name.”
“I probably need another name. Nobody ever remembers it. It's André Ayrlawn.”
Larry giggled and asked, “What's your real name?”
“John Connor.” André Ayrlawn replied.
“Why don't you use that?” Larry asked.
“Too many other associations. The Terminator, for one. And it's already taken by somebody else in the actor's union.”
“Can I be honest, John? 'André Ayrlawn' sucks.”
“Call me Jack. I told my agent the same thing and she just brushed me off with something supposed to be comforting in Yiddish.”
“Amanda Behar?”
“Yes! How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” Larry grinned.
“Larry? I'm starving. Can I buy you dinner?”
Larry made a U-turn on Hegenberger and they headed for Nick's in San Leandro. It occurred to Larry that Jack had not answered his question about how he knew Logan. He decided he didn't want to know. After dinner while driving to the Claremont, Larry asked, “Jack, what are you doing at the business meeting? Act Three, Scene One of Hamlet?”
Jack grinned and said, “To operate or not to operate a forklift, that is the conundrum. Costume is bib-overalls. I gotta buy a pair in the morning. Nobody will notice me in those; and Amanda swears it's good exposure for me.”
Larry pulled over and punched a number into his phone, “Andrew, it's Larry. How do you make bib overalls sexy? … Ok, got it. Thanks.”
They arrived at the hotel and Larry said to Jack, “Wait a sec. I'll write down the address of a tailor for the overalls.” He looked through the glove box for a pen and paper.
“You could probably write better in my room,” Jack said. Larry looked up, not saying yes or no. “Yes, I am trying to seduce you,” Jack said and Larry wondered if Jack had been paid to make the offer.
Jack was willing gift-horse and Larry was horny and asked no questions. It was good sex - not great, but definitely in the good and satisfying category. Great sex needs a little more practice, Larry thought.
“We need a little practice,” Jack said.
Larry laughed and said, “I was thinking that same thing.” He gave Jack a squeeze and Jack snuggled up to him. “We can practice in the morning.”
Just before he fell asleep Larry thought about his first time with Cal. Cal had been inexperienced and clumsy; he had no clue how to fuck; he came way too soon; but that night with Cal was the best sex of Larry's life.
He responded to his memory and Jack felt the resulting erection poking him. He turned in Larry's arms and asked, “You can't wait 'til morning? I can't either.”
It was a slow and easy fuck; Jack's ass was still slick from their first time. Jack didn't get hard, but he seemed to be enjoying the intimacy, wrapping his legs around Larry and welcoming every thrust with kisses and sighs. As Larry picked up the pace, Jack became more eager, pulling Larry into him with an urgency. Larry raised his body off Jack's and kissed his nipples. He felt Jack's now-hard cock. With a few strokes he had Jack coming and with his accompanying thrusts they came together.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Jack groaned as they came down from their peak. “Logan said you were the best. Now I believe it.”
Hearing that comment, Larry knew his affair with the movie star was over.
