Tales from Gledhill House

[Autolycus]

Chapter Thirty-seven

Aware that s many aspects of modern living provided the means whereby individuals may be located, Ray decided to leave his cell phone at home, he disconnected the GPS device in his car and he made a maximum withdrawal from his bank account with his Visa card before he left town. He had to manage with cash, not daring to use plastic as that would show where he was to anyone who was looking for him for whatever reason. Lastly, he had to change his appearance. His normally short hair was easy to deal with; he bought – with cash so no one would know – hair dye so that his normally brown hair would be black. He had speed cop style reflector sun glasses and denim clothing helped him merge into a background of everyday look-alikes. He took a risk with the registration plates on his car but where he was going he could hide the car and not use it once he was settled. He was obliged to stay incognito and off the radar for exactly one month and two weeks before having to appear at Tonelli’s trial.

The drive to an obscure spot in the mountains took most of the day and the cabin he rented (again with cash) stood apart from the other little log houses that in season were rented by folks who wanted to hunt and fish or merely ride their bikes over the wild terrain. Using a false name and address when booking in with the rental company, Ray felt he was safe. All he had to do was wait. At first it was not easy. Every time he heard a vehicle start or stop he ran to the window of the cabin to ensure that it was not someone approaching him. However, after the first week he began to relax and enjoy his surroundings. He walked around the lake, he read books, even wrote a little. He had always wanted to write an autobiography. He knew it would be of little interest to anyone as he was a nobody but it was fun writing down his early memories of growing up and putting on paper some of his anxieties about his sexuality.

The days passed peacefully and Ray had changed his appearance still further by allowing is beard to grow and his time spent in the open meant the exposure to the elements gave him a color that was shades darker than the pale features of an office worker-cum-city-dweller. The regular exercise trimmed him down and put a fresh spring in his step. His only link with the outside world was small portable radio and it acted as his calendar. He began to feel anxious once more as the day of the court hearing approached but he remained confident that he was unrecognisable. With just one day to go, he drove back to the city and rather than go home he booked into a motel. From there he phoned Denis Bulstrode.

‘Just to let you know I am ready to go to court tomorrow,’ he said.

‘Thank God!’ Bulstrode replied. ‘We thought you had been kidnapped or killed by Tonelli’s men as you had disappeared. Where the hell have you been?’

‘Let’s just say I went to ground. I may yet have to use my hideaway, so I am not prepared to divulge its whereabouts to anyone,’ Ray replied. ‘See you in court tomorrow.’

His next act was to phone Joe and invite him round to his apartment. There was some truth in the adage that ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’. During his stay at his hideout, Ray missed Joe’s companionship and was eager to get back with him. Joe seemed just as keen and he questioned Ray wanting to know why he had vanished.

‘Come round and I will explain, no point in wasting time on the phone, I have to be up early tomorrow for the Tonelli trial,’ Ray told Joe.

‘Man, am I pleased to see you?’ Ray said as he let Joe into the apartment.

‘Me likewise,’ Joe said as they fell into one another’s arms. They hurried to the bedroom and in seconds there was a muddle of pants and underwear around the tangle of ankles and feet and the only sound in the darkened room was that of heavy breathing and the odd groan. Flesh was pressed hard up against flesh and then a voice could be heard saying, ‘I missed you. Why did you go away?’

‘I had no choice; had I stayed he would have found me. Only now is it relatively safe for me to be here.’

‘Why are you so afraid of him?’

‘I know what he did. I am the only person who can tell the truth about him.’

There was a further spell of silence.

The trial did not last long. The video evidence coupled with Ray’s eye witness account made the proceedings a virtual open and shut case. Ray had maintained his changed appearance so that when he was confronted by a mass of photographers as he left the court room the pictures that appeared on TV and in the papers bore no resemblance to him once he got home and shaved his beard. A visit to the barber shop finalised the change but he could not hide the tan on his face or the new spring in his step.

The gang leader had accepted his fate as had his wayward son. With them both behind bars their erstwhile cohorts swapped their allegiance to other criminal fraternities and so Ray was safe to return to his work and old haunts.

‘All’s well that ends well!’ George said to Scott as they put aside this latest tale in their collection.

‘It certainly turned out OK for Ray, he was lucky. I would have thought that Tonelli would have got to him but it just goes to show that some crooks are not quite as powerful as they are made out to be.’ Scott observed.

‘It’s just a story!’ George said, ‘I doubt that there is any truth in it... just fiction.’

 

[Kyanimal]

Good going, Ray!

And, was that just fiction? Hmmmm ....

THANK YOU!, for another Great story, Auto!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[Craiger]

I agree with Chaz, there is a bit of mysteriousness to George's, "I doubt that there is any truth in it... just fiction." Dig deeper in the manuscripts, there may be more to this story......

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

On to the Newspaper vaults to check out the archived stories.

 

[Autolycus]

‘Hey, this script doesn’t look as old as the others,’ Scott said as he picked through the remaining papers in the pile that George had been cherishing ever since he brought them back to Gledhill House. George walked over to see what Scott had found.

‘You’re right, it is different from the others, more like a draft for a blog or true life confession, read it out to me, pretend you are the guy who wrote it,’ George replied with an anticipatory smile lighting his face. The two guys sat back side by side on the couch and Scott cleared his throat before beginning to read...

The plane was on time as it glided over the city and came in to land. A voice came over the intercom saying ‘Welcome to LAX. Local time is 15.30; the weather is fine and the temperature in the high seventies. Please stay in your seats until we have finished taxiing to the terminal. Please keep your seat belts on until the Captain turns off the seat belt warning light. Thank you for flying with us. The Captain and crew wish you a safe onward journey.’ Once the plane had come to a standstill there was the usual rush as people opened the overhead lockers and started to haul down their luggage. Then began the slow process to the door where the cabin stewards stood smiling sweetly and saying good-bye to each and every passenger as they stumbled on cramped legs through to passport control and baggage reclaim. I grabbed a cart and stood in the crush by the carousel waiting for my bag to appear. This guy stood opposite me, I had seen him on the flight when he made his way to the washroom. He was about six foot, slim build with a crop of short cut dark hair and a three day beard. Dressed in jeans and a cowboy style leather jacket he looked hot. He caught my eye and winked in a kindly fashion. Just then my bag came by, I stopped to haul it onto my cart and when I looked up he was gone.

I made my way through the arrivals lounge and hopped on the bus that would take me to the Hertz car rental office, there I picked up my Dodge compact and set off along Lincoln Boulevard in the direction of Santa Monica. I had a hotel reservation on Pico Boulevard not far from the ocean. This was my first time in California and like a zillion other hopefuls I was looking to find work in the movies. Fresh out of university where I had studied drama and acting, I had been assured that with my handsome good looks and youth on my side, I should make it. How many others had been told that I wondered? But my motto was if you don’t ask, you don’t get and if you don’t try you may as well roll over and die.

My hotel room was basic but clean and if I stood on a chair, I had a sideways view of the ocean but I was not here to look at the sea. I unpacked my few belongings and plugged in my lap top as the battery needed a charge. My next move was to take a shower after which I lay on the bed and in no time I was sleeping like a babe – I guess travel by air is far from relaxing and that was why I was tired. There was the question of the time zone too I guess. When I woke I was feeling as horny as hell and so I went over to my laptop with the idea of seeking out some porn to jerk off to. Then I had the thought, I as in a new city – well new to me – and there may be some guys on line that were feeling much like myself, so I checked out some dating sites. On one I found a guy who looked strangely familiar, so I picked up my cell and rang the number that accompanied his entry on the site. The phone rang out for quite some time and I was just about to ring off when a voice said, ‘Hi! Matt here, who’s that?’

‘Er... Hi! I’m Jon. I caught your entry on the Internet dating line and wondered if you would care to hook up sometime?’

‘Oh... I forgot about that. When you say sometime, when do you have in mind?’ Matt replied.

‘Whenever suits you... are you free just now?’

‘I was watching TV... nothing special... I’ve just got back from a trip... but no, I’m free I guess. Where are you?’

I gave him my hotel address and room number.

‘Hey that’s just a few blocks from me, he said. ‘You would seem to be looking for some fun. Tell you what, get naked and use a belt or something to tie your hands behind your back. Get on your bed, face down, ass to the door which you will have left unlocked and I will be there in 10.’ Matt replied and immediately rang off.

I thought about what he had said and began to have second thoughts. He was a complete stranger, I could be putting myself in danger – he wanted me tied up – was he merely going to rob me or what? Then I thought he had published his phone number, he could be traced, so it seems unlikely that he was a crook pf some kind. I was as horny as hell and he said ten minutes, I did not have much time to spare if I was to be ready for him so I followed his instructions and was in place when the door opened slowly. From my position, I could see someone open the door, step inside and close it. I heard the lock snap in place but all I could see of the guy was his legs encased in stone washed Levis. He did not speak as he approached the bed and I felt his hands brush the cheeks of my butt. They were cool and smooth. My only view of him was from between my legs. I could hear the rattle of a belt buckle and the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being pulled down. I saw his Levis drop and had a glimpse of white briefs that appeared to cover a neat bulge.

‘Hi!’ I said.

‘Silence!’ he replied and I felt a hand slap my butt, hard but not too hard. ‘I did not give you permission to speak!’

His hands spread my butt cheeks and I felt his breath on me as he bent down to take what I guessed must be a close look at my hole.

‘When did you last clean up?’ he asked. I told him about my shower and he seemed content as his next move was to run his tongue around my hole and up and down my crack. My dick was hard and dripping pre-cum on the bed comforter. As he began to probe my hole with his tongue he grabbed hold of my dick and balls in one hand and gripped them tightly. I was trembling from head to foot, the situation was so stimulating. I could not wait for him to make hisnext move!

I did not have to wait long. The next sound I heard was the tearing of what could only be the wrapper on a condom. He made a sighing noise as he rolled it on his cock, something I could only glimpse as I looked back through my legs to where he was standing behind me.

‘Are you ready for this?’ he asked as he slapped my butt cheeks with the flat of his hand.

‘Yes, Oh yes!’ I replied.

‘Yes what?’ he demanded.

‘Yes sir!’ I replied eagerly.

His hard, long cock slowly but surely entered my hole. He must have used some kind of lubricant as the penetration was easy and not uncomfortable. This man knew how to please a guy and he sure was pleasing me! His cock was firm and it probed my ass with fortitude! My God the feeling was out of this world. All too soon it was over... I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated his load into the condom he wore. To my great dismay he pulled out and said, ‘Do not look up. I will leave instructions on the credenza; you will follow them to the letter. Do not watch me leave.’

‘Do I have to pay you for your services?’ I asked, keeping my head down and not looking at him.

‘The instructions I leave you are all you have to concern yourself with,’ he replied as I heard him pull up his pants and zip them up. Next I heard the door open and close. I waited a few seconds and then looked up. He was gone. I struggled free of the belt I had used to restrain my hands behind my back and went over to the credenza. I opened the envelope he had left there and it contained slip of paper with a phone number. “Ring at exactly six-forty-five tomorrow and as I told you follow my instructions to the letter,” the note said.

The next day was spent knocking on doors as I tried to find work as an actor. Some folks merely gave me the brush off while others took down details and said they would ring me if and when anything came up. “We’ll ring you, don’t ring us,” was the main message. All the while I was waiting with anticipation for the time to arrive for me to make that phone call. At last the appointed time arrived and I rang the number. He answered after the third pulse of the tone. He gave me the directions to a hotel room three blocks or so from my own. ‘You will find me in the same position as I found you, the door will be unlocked. Secure it once you have entered my room. Drop your pants and do to me exactly what I did to you. Do not try to look at my face. Failure to proceed exactly as you are told or if you fail to do exactly what I did to you will mean that our liaison is at an end and you will owe me $500. Be here at seven thirty on the dot!’

Before I could say anything, he had rung off leaving me breathless at the thought of what was to come. Could I be sure to repeat his actions to the letter? I really wondered and as the time approached for me to make my way down the road to his hotel, I replayed all that had occurred in my mind. Checking my watch, I set out for his hotel. I walked through the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. His room number was 310 – same as mine in the hotel where I was staying. Was this coincidence or pre-planned I wondered. This guy was certainly fanatic for detail! The door was standing ajar and I went in and closed it behind me. He was on the bed, stark naked and in the same position I he had instructed me to be, his hands bound behind his back with a brown leather strap.

Saying nothing, I stepped up to the bed to take my position behind him spread his cheeks and slapped his ass just as he had done to me. I dropped my pants put on a condom and with my cock as hard as ever it had been slowly penetrated his ass. He made appreciative groans and rocked back and forth on my dick as I pounded his tight ass. All the while I was wondering whether I was conforming to his instructions. I was not only having to concentrate on what I was doing to him but having to play over in my mind what he had done to me. The mental effort made me oblivious to the passing of time. Was I fucking him for longer or less time than he took to cum? I could not be certain but then I felt my climax begin to build and I had difficulty not to collapse on top of him as I came with such force that I feared losing my balance.

He knew instinctively that I had spent my load and he gasped as he told me that fresh instructions were on the credenza for me to take when I left. I was not to look at him or look back. I could not help but think that this whole situation was bordering on weird but it was so sensual that I could not resist following his orders. As I walked back to my hotel with his instructions, which this time were contained in a small parcel I thought about his divinely sculptured butt, pale with a light covering of hair, firm and muscular while his hole fit my cock in such a way as to give me the most satisfying experience I had ever encountered while topping another guy.

Back in my room I did not wait to take a shower before opening the parcel. In it I discovered a black rubber mask that would fit over my head, covering it entirely from top to chin. A hole for my nose and a slit for my mouth were the only openings, so wearing it I would be as good as blind. A note told me to be naked flat on my back on my bed wearing the mask at seven o’clock the following evening. I showered, dressed and went out to get supper at a nearby diner. My head was buzzing with thoughts as to what the next evening would bring. The waiter when he brought my coffee and sandwich looked concerned.

‘You OK?’ he asked.

‘What?’ I asked. ‘Oh, yes... sorry. I was deep in thought,’ I replied.

‘Fine, only you looked as though you were anywhere but here... like on another planet!’ he exclaimed.

‘I’m beginning to wonder that myself,’ I replied. He smiled at me and walked back toward the kitchen area and I fell to eating my sandwich and drinking the coffee. He stood for a while looking in my direction and I thought that maybe on another occasion I may have made a move on him. But my mind was too full of my mystery fuck buddy. I could not complicate my life with another guy despite his attractive appearance and unspoken possibility.

Somehow I got through the night and the following day. Seven o’clock approached at last and I was naked on my bed with my head shrouded in the black rubber mask that not only prevented me from seeing anything but as it cover my ears, I could not hear too well. My first indication that he was in the room was when I felt his fingers brush down my torso toward my pelvis and his hand gently moving my limp cock form side to side as though he was appraising it. Suddenly felt something cold and wet on my cock, he had tipped some lubricant on it and now he was gripping my shaft in his fist and jerking me to an erection. I felt movement of the bed as he climbed onto it and lay beside me all the while gently jerking on my cock. Blind to what was happening I felt further movement on the bed and something prodding at my mouth that was accommodated by the slit in the mask. Mt nose was regaled with the scent of manly musk and I deduced that he was straddling me and that it was his cock that was poised over my mouth. Despite the restriction of the mask I was able to take the knob between my lips and his cock slid into my mouth. At the same time I felt my cock slide into his mouth confirming that we were head to tail and we were in a sixty-nine coupling.

I almost choked when he eventually came in my mouth, his load was huge and his cock had ejected it with a considerable amount of thrust. As I gasped for air, I felt my own wad hit the back of his throat as though of was an act of reprisal. He rolled off me and I could feel him moving round so that we were head to head. Throughout this encounter my hands had been unrestricted unlike during our first session on my hotel bed and I had been able to feel his body, its contours fresh in my mind from the second meeting in his room. How I longed to see it and see his face but I dared not ask. I had to feel that he as in charge lest he would leave and I would not meet with him again.
His hands were all over my body and I trembled under his caressing touch. Then I felt him pull of the mask and I blinked as my eyes grew accustomed to the light. For the first time I was able to look up into his face and it was then that I realized why he had looked familiar in the photo on the computer screen. I t was the guy I had seen wink at me across the baggage carousel at the air port!

'Does it end there?' Scott asked.

'Afraid it does,' George replied. 'I never had an experience like that!'

'You/ve been using thew wrong airports all your life!' Scott laughed.

 

[Kyanimal]

Yet another "Great Read", Auto!

Though I might not be quite as Adventurous, nor as Trusting, as the young man in the story, I found his "tale" quite Thrilling, as "Cowboy" apparently did, too!

I'm sincerely hoping that George, and Scott, have quite a few MANuscripts, and future guests, yet to cum!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Auto,
This was an exciting tale, to be sure.
I don't know if I would be as brave as our protagonist to leave my door open while Lying face down, naked, arse up, and bound.

The kink factor is certainly erotic, no question.
I've traveled only with business associates, so such encounters have not been available.
More, sir, more!

 

[Craiger]

I have to agree with my partners in crime... I doubt if I would be able to be that brave. It certainly sounds erotic and sensuous happening to another though. I guess that leaves me somewhat in the voyeur category. I'll just watch, please........ Thanks, Auto, for another exciting story.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Glad to see you enjoyed that little fantasy! One of the joys of fiction is that it take take us into the realms of the impossible and the unlikely while feeding our inner most desires.

Personally, I seldom see handsome guys in baggage reclaim - too busy concentrating on the possible loss of or damage to my suitcase!

 

[DonQuixote]

Most of the air travel I've done was for work - and involved carry ons more than check outs, errr, check ins, yeah, check ins, lol.

 

[Craiger]

Not me! I'm at the luggage carousels all the time. Waiting and watching for my Prince Charming to appear. Hasn't happened so far, but there's still time..................

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Most of the air travel I've done was for work - and involved carry ons more than check outs, errr, check ins, yeah, check ins, lol.

Confused? You Check in luggage and check out fellow passengers lol!

 

[Autolycus]

George was feeling bored and so he turned to the collection of manuscripts again, hoping to find a story that would entertain him. Having found one that showed some degree of promise, he settled down to read it...

Traveling Companions​

At last we were under way again. An accident had blocked the freeway for over three hours and everyone on the bus was feeling tired and irritable but they did manage to raise a half hearted cheer as the police who had been holding up the long line of traffic signalled us on. I had been out of town on a secondment to a small branch of the company for which I worked. I chose to travel by bus as the railway did not take me near to my destination and although I could have driven by car, I hate long distance driving as it plays havoc with my eyes, especially at night when I am being dazzled by oncoming headlights. The bus had been due into the depot at eight-thirty that evening as things were going, we would be lucky to be there by midnight.

The bus was pretty full and the folks on board had been quiet as we left on our journey. When we slowed to an unscheduled stop people started to open up and soon conversation was buzzing with questions about the reason for the stoppage. It was all good humoured stuff at the beginning. Tempers started to fray as the time dragged and the atmosphere on board got more and more heavy, sticky and warm. The driver apologised for the fact that he could not run the AC all the while and things did improve for the short spells when he did turn on the engine and allow the air to clear and cool. My travelling companion sat next to me had been quietly reading for most of the time and had nothing to say. A glance at his book told me that he was most likely a university student. I put his age at around twenty – some five years younger than myself, I guessed. His knees were hard up against the seat in front, so I put his height at around six-three. I was six feet tall and only just comfortable in the seat. I got a glance at him as he came onto the bus and took in his shaggy fair hair and bearded face – a beard that was just too thick to be called designer stubble. His black t-shirt was loose but the short sleeves exposed tanned, muscular arms giving the impression that he was in overall good condition. His long legs were encased in stone washed jeans and he had shoved a small back pack up into the luggage rack above our seat.

He had said, ‘Hi!’ as he settled beside me and before opening his book. That was the summation of our conversation. He had said nothing throughout the time we had been delayed but as we approached our destination he kept consulting his watch and muttering to himself. Then he got up and went to speak to the driver. When he returned he said, ‘The driver reckons we should reach the depot by eleven-fifty given a minute or two, I just hope he is right.’

‘Are you expecting someone to meet you?’ I asked, pleased that the silence between us had been broken.

‘No, I have to catch the bus that will take me home. The last one pulls out at mid-night.’ Taking a further look at his watch, he re-opened his book and started to read again.

For whatever reason, the final leg of our journey seemed to be taking longer than expected and despite the driver’s estimated arrival time we were drawing to stop at a fraction of a minute before twelve. My companion leapt to his feet and grabbed his back pack and headed for the door. We were sat about half way down the bus and other people had already got to their feet and were grabbing bags or putting on coats, blocking the aisle. There were angry comments as the student apologised and asked to be let through. I followed and he was running toward a bus that was about to disappear onto the road as I stepped down from the bus.

‘Awe fuck!’ I heard him exclaim as he came to a stop and accepted the fact that he had missed his connection. I wandered over to him and asked if there was anything I could do to help.

‘I have no alternative but to wait until tomorrow,’ he said.

‘Too far for a taxi?’ I asked.

‘Yeah,’ he replied. ‘I’ll have to camp out here in the waiting room until the first bus which will be about ten tomorrow morning. The service is not that good. That what comes of my folks living so far out in the country.’

He looked quite miserable standing there with the prospect of a chilly night on a hard wooden bench. There were no prospects of food or drink apart from chips and candies from a machine and so the prospects for his overnight stay looked grim.

‘Tell you what,’ I said. ‘I live within walking distance and you are welcome to come to spend the night at my place.’

‘I could not impose on you,’ he said.

‘Nonsense,’ I replied. ‘You will be more than welcome and if like me you could do with something to eat, I can rustle up a meal and either a coffee or a beer. What do you say?’

‘If’n it’s no trouble, your offer is most welcome and I can pay you for whatever the chow costs.’

‘Come on,’ I said leading the way. ‘No need to think about paying. I am in work, so I can afford to be hospitable; I guess your funds are tight if you are at Uni?’

‘You can say that again,’ he replied. ‘I have a part time job to help with my expenses but the bus fare put quite a hole in my funds.’

‘My name is Parish, Bill Parish,’ I said.

‘I’m Nick Blain, pleased to meet you,’ he replied. ‘Or perhaps i should say glad to meet you.

He became quite chatty as we walked along and I soon learned that he was at University and was going home for a few days as his parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and there was to be a family gathering. He had an older half brother and half sister, his father having been married before he met Nick’s mother. His dad’s first wife had died as a result of complications after the birth of his half sister. Both were married and had children of their own, so the farm house was going to be full.

After we had arrived at my apartment, I prepared a quick, albeit late, supper and then made up a bed in the spare room for Nick. We said our goodnights and went to our separate rooms. I lay for a while thinking about the handsome guy who was sleeping just the other side of the wall and imagined what it would be like to creep into the sack with him. He had given no hint that such a course of action would be welcome and so I turned over and went to sleep.

It was almost eight o’clock when I awoke next morning to the sound of the shower from the bathroom. I was confused at first and wondered why the water should be running and then I remembered that I was hosting a guest. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom door which was slightly ajar. ‘Hi! Nick,’ I called out ‘fancy eggs and bacon for breakfast?’

‘Oh... Good morning! Yes, that would be great if it’s not too much trouble,’ he replied.

‘No problem,’ I said and I went into the kitchen and started to fry the bacon and scramble the eggs. Soon the coffee was ready and Nick appeared dressed and looking fresh, his hair still damp and flat to his head.

‘Sleep well?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I went out like a light. I can’t thank you enough for coming to my rescue last night.’

‘Only too pleased,’ I replied as I set a plate of eggs and bacon on the table for him. ‘Coffee?’ I asked.

‘Please,’ he said holding out the mug I had set for him. We sat and ate our breakfast as though it was our usual morning ritual. Although we had only met the day before, we were at ease in each other’s company as though we had been friends for ages. All too soon, it was time for Nick to go for his bus. I offered to drive him down to the bus depot but he said it was not far and he was happy to walk. Before he left he asked for my telephone number. ‘I’d like to keep in touch,’ he said. Then he was gone. I sighed; his departure left me with an empty feeling but I busied myself clearing up our breakfast things and set off for work where I would have to make my excuses for being late.

The days passed and I began to forget all about Nick until early one evening my phone rang and it was him. ‘Hi! Can I come over and visit?’ he asked.

‘Yes, sure! When can I expect you?’ I asked.​

 

[Kyanimal]

Oh, sure! You just HAD to stop it there, didn't you?

Butt, I'm guessing that means More!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Ah, yes, an intriguing place to stop this vignette.

To quote a certain orphan "Could I have some more, please, Sir?"

 

[Craiger]

Auto's almost as good at cliffhangers as some of our other distinguished authors.... Nice thing though is he always continues. And, Auto, this sound really interesting. I'd love to be in Bill's place about to host a bearded student... Nick probably got tired of all the celebration on the "farm" in the country.... But you know those country boys

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

Part Two

I walked the short distance to the bus depot and sat on a bench waiting for Nick’s bus to arrive. I had checked with the bus company office before leaving home to make sure that the bus would be on time and understood that it would be. Sure enough it was and soon passengers were spilling out onto the concourse. At first I could not see Nick but then he appeared. He was looking out for me and as we made eye contact he greeted me with a wave and a smile to die for. Nick looked even better than I had remembered and he surprised me with a man hug.

‘You seem to be in good spirits,’ I said as I started to lead him in the direction of home.

‘Glad to be away from my family,’ he said. ‘They have been giving me a hard time.’

‘Why’s that?’ I asked.

‘I told my Dad that I was gay and he hit the roof. My Mom was in tears and as for the all the others they treated me like I was some sort of leper and demanded I stay away from their kids. I always thought they were reasonable people up until now.’

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘That’s real hard.’

‘What happened when you came out to your folks?’ he asked. The directness of his question gave me pause for thought. We had not discussed sexuality when he stopped over at my place and there was nothing obvious in the apartment that would give a clue, or at least I thought not.

‘As a matter of interest, what gives you the idea that I may have had to come out to my folks?’

‘I don’t know really... maybe the way you look me in the eye. Whatever...My gaydar seldom let’s me down,’ Nick said.

‘Ha-ha! I didn’t think I was that obvious. My folks were OK about it I guess. I told them around the time I was quitting high school. Mom said that she had thought as much for long before that time and had discussed the possibility with my dad. They are both open minded individuals, in fact my dad has three brothers the youngest being gay and so my admission was not so difficult to make.’

‘You’re one lucky guy!’ Nick exclaimed as we approached the entrance to the condo where I lived. ‘I hope you do not mind my asking to impose on you. I shall have to get back to the campus in a couple of days and frankly had nowhere else to go in the meantime.’

‘Hell no, you are most welcome. I don’t have too many friends outside of work and my folks live on the other side of the country, so I’m pretty much on my own here.’ We made our way up to my apartment and I left him to settle his stuff in the spare room.

‘Have you eaten?’ I asked.

‘Not since breakfast and then it was not much as even my Mom seemed unwilling to delay my departure. I think she was afraid of my Dad as much as anything; he is a strong character who is very much master in the house.’

‘Ok, then. We can go to a restaurant I use quite often. They serve good food at a reasonable cost and if you are happy with that, I’ll just give them a ring and check that a table is available.’

‘Sounds good to me,’ Nick replied.

I phoned the restaurant and yes, they had a table and I agreed we’d be there in forty-five minutes. That gave us both time for a wash and change of clothes. Nick and I were about the same size and as he did not have a lean shirt I offered to lend him one. He came into my room to choose one from the closet while I used my connecting bathroom.

‘You have quite a collection here,’ he called out.

‘One of my hobbies,’ I laughed as I dried my face and hands. I walked back into my room and joined him at the closet as he flicked through the rail. I picked one and held it up for him to see.

‘This would suit you,’ I suggested.

‘You’re right! That is a mighty fine and colourful shirt,’ he said stripping off the one he was wearing and putting on the one I offered to him. It was new; I had not yet worn it myself and had been keeping it for a special occasion. Maybe this was the special occasion, I thought to myself. Not quite the occasion I may have anticipated but none the less a very promising one.

Spruced up and feeling hungry we set out for the restaurant. The place was busy, so we were lucky to get a table at such short notice but then I did know the MD and it was he who welcomed us as we strode in. He cast an appreciative eye over my companion and whispered in my ear, ‘Who’s the lucky guy tonight?’ Morris knew I was gay and the whole world knew Morris was gay. I was uncertain as to whom he was referring, whether he thought that I was going to be lucky or Nick. Either way Lady Luck seemed to be smiling on us.

It was half way through the meal that Nick dropped the bombshell. He had a partner called Russ and Russ was due in town to catch the same bus in the morning. Would I mind if he stayed over as well.

‘You say this err... Russ is your partner?’

‘Not really as such. Nothing formal between us you know... I wasn’t quite sure how to refer to him. He’s a guy I have known like forever... Fuck-buddy is perhaps the best way to describe Russ. When either is us get real horny and have no other outlet... well, we’re there for each other,’ Nick explained as though it was the most ordinary thing in the world to expect a comparative stranger to accommodate them at the drop of a hat. The more I got to know about Nick the less I felt I knew him.

‘I hope you don’t mind but I gave him your address and he will meet me there in about...’ at this point Nick consulted his watch. ‘Yep... in about one hour from now. Don’t worry about us we shall be happy to share a bed and won’t give you any trouble.’ Nick said giving me one of his most winning smiles.

Almost choking on my food before I could give him any kind of answer, it dawned on me that I was being taken for granted and short of telling Nick to sling his hook, there was nothing I could do but to accept the situation as it was presented to me. After all it was just one night and it was probable that I would see neither hide nor hair of either of them again. I spent the rest of the meal wondering just what this Russ character would be like.

It was not long before I found out. We left the restaurant as Morris gave me a knowing wink and a kiss blown in my direction... he had so misread the signs! A strained silence befell us as we walked up the road toward the condo. From a distance I could see someone standing outside the entrance to the building. As we got nearer I was astonished to see a young man of about Nick’s age who was dressed almost as though he was kitted out to appear in a sequel to Robin Hood and I refer to the old Errol Flynn version not the more gritty Kevin Costner characterization!

Nick ran toward him and greeted him with a hug. ‘Hey Russ...Good to see you man!’ he exclaimed. ‘Meet Bill. He’s kindly agreed to be our host for the night.’ Russ turned his gaze on me and smiled a smile that lit up his bright blue eyes in a winning way. I took his hand and shook it while looking down at his pants that were more like tights, stuffed into the tops of a pair of floppy light brown leather boots. His upper body was encased in what looked like a length of rough grey blanket that fell open to reveal a leather jerkin beneath. My immediate thought was to get him off the sidewalk as quickly as possible as I did not want my neighbors to think I was holding an all night fancy dress party.

With Nick and Russ ensconced on my couch catching up on their news I wandered half in a daze into the kitchen and got three beers from the cooler. I had half anticipated Russ opting for something less manly than a beer as he was probably the most effeminate man I had ever had the pleasure (or otherwise) of meeting. Nick and he were chalk and cheese. Russ was a giggler and his high pitched giggle soon began to jar on my nerves. I finished my beer and made my excuses saying that I had to make an early start for work next morning. ‘You know where to find everything?’ I said to Nick and bade both guests good night. As I lay in bed I reflected on the fact that I had been a poor host by going off and leaving them as I did but apart from Russ’ incessant giggling I was frustrated by the fact that my anticipation of night of pleasure with Nick had come to naught.

As I tossed and turned in my bed unable to sleep I heard the sounds of them going to the bathroom in turns and then the unmistakable sounds of them enjoying each other in their shared bed. Their love making went on for what seemed like hours and finally there was a silence that comes only from exhausted lovers as the slept off their satisfactory exhaustion. My own frustration finally wore me down and I too dozed off to be awakened all too soon by the raucous sound of my alarm clock. I clambered from my lonely bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The hot water splashing over my body was the best thing that had happened to me since I had that phone call from Nick. I reached for the soap and as I did, I felt a hand on my shoulder...

to be continued...

 

[Kyanimal]

Oh! THAT certainly didn't go as wished for! It was even worse than Nothing!

However, as usual, you've left us with another glimmer of Hope!

Is someone going to be late for work?

Eagerly awaiting More!

All reasons to ... no matter what ...

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[DonQuixote]

Hmmmm,
Is it time for the boys to pay their host for their accomodations?

A twisted tale of cock and tail, to be sure.

 

[Craiger]

After a night of frustration and lost hope, Bill's life seems about to change... will it be Nick or will it be Russ..... only the cliffhanger knows...................Auto, you big tease. Do you want all of us to go to bed like Bill, frustrated? Well, it worked But, I know you are really kind at heart and will not keep us in suspense longer than necessary...

Craiger