Chapter 483 – More Conversation and a Somewhat Drunken Gay Experience
I was absolutely elated that Kyle was feeling comfortable around us, having just met us a couple of days ago. I wasn’t expecting him to show up at the bar tonight, especially Gay Night, if he had any apprehensions about being with, or being seen with gay individuals. Still, he seemed to be settling in rather well, and sending me promising signals. Hell, he’d even groped my junk already this evening, and I groped his, all in fun of course. I liked what I felt there, and was looking forward to seeing what he had in his basket, up close and personal, wondering how long it would be before we had an opportunity to share that experience with one another.
Kyle really enjoyed the performances of our dancers, mesmerized by their sexuality they exuded on stage, obviously fantasizing what it might be like to be in their arms and share passion between one another. While enjoying the show and learning more about the mysteries of the CNB, he got to meet Clay, our local TV reporter and enjoy the banter the two of us had together, getting further insight into my smartass personality that I enjoyed showing off from time to time. With everything going on during this, our most popular night, Kyle was getting great insight into what we were all about.
Intermission came, and we got slammed again. Although we were balls to the wall, Kyle was definitely taking in all the sights he could catch. He mentioned what a great chest Jake and Terry had. I explained to him that they were gymnastics athletes, and it showed. He definitely agreed, saying he could never get his pecs larger than what he had. He said he’d have to use some different types of machines to work out with, in order to get them any larger. I told him they looked damned sexy to me. There wasn’t a thing I’d change on him, as he was just perfect, as far as I was concerned. He shook his head smiling at me.
“I swear, you are the kindest soul, I’ve ever met, Josh. I wish I had met you years ago, and we’d been friends for many years. Your inspiration and wit would have made me a better person, and a hell of a lot more successful,” Kyle assured me. I told him he was so cute, I just wanted to hug him more and more. He gave me an embarrassed smile.
Kyle walked behind me, and intentionally rubbed his ass up against mine. “Oh, you want to get frisky, do you?” I chided, then grabbed him from behind and dry humped him, as I ran my hands over his nipples in front. He was glad when I finally let him go, as he had to get close to the bar to hide his boner. The troops were hollering ‘pound him out’, and throwing dollars all over the place. Kyle laughed, but had to hide the boner I gave him. At least he was starting to have some fun, after the stress he’d been through for months and years. It was great to see him laugh and have a good time. I was grateful for the opportunity to befriend him.
Dale came by, bringing more glasses, putting them in the chiller. I introduced him to Kyle. Dale immediately gave him a hug, as he did almost every one I introduced him to. Kyle was impressed we had a pilot and as young as he was, Dale was our pilot,. I told him he was one of the best guys we stumbled across, and we just had to adopt him. Dale couldn’t sing enough of our praises, telling Kyle what all we had done to help him get his ratings at least a year earlier than he anticipated. I told Kyle, Dale was worth the effort, and had come to our aid already, shuttling us here and there in the 310. Kyle was most impressed. Dylan came by a little later and hugged me and kissed me passionately, putting on a show for the crowd, generating another shower of dollars, which he happily collected and put in our tip jar. I introduced Dylan to Kyle. I could tell they were impressed with one another. Dylan actually felt Kyle’s pecs, telling me he wanted pecs like that. He wanted more definition. He reminded me we hadn’t been working out as much lately. I reminded him his workouts sometimes were brief because of other activities that diverted our attentions. He smiled, but said those distractions burned a lot of calories. I told him, while they did, we didn’t exercise the particular muscle groups intended. He agreed, but said we needed the distractions also. Kyle had no idea what we were talking about, but was glad to hear we worked out, and had a fitness center in the Natatorium to use when we wanted to. I told him he should go with us sometime, and show Dylan the proper techniques to build up his pecs. Kyle said he’d be happy to, but wondered why Jake and Terry hadn’t show him when we worked out. I told him Terry and Jake didn’t work out with us, because they got a full range of workouts during gymnastics on a daily basis, so they had no interest in working out with us. Kyle said he could definitely understand that.
Damn, if Riley didn’t show up, and plop down in front of us, almost pushing another guy out of the way to try to steal his barstool. “Hey, gents. How’s it hanging?” Riley asked. I could tell Kyle was taken aback by Riley’s stunning looks, looking like a model should. “Josh, who’s the new dude you’ve been hiding from us? Damn, he’s beautiful,” Riley said looking him over. I shook my head smiling, then introduced him to Kyle, telling Riley, Kyle was working on a real estate venture with us, as he owned a few apartment buildings. Riley was most impressed. “What’d he do to you, to make him have to work here?” Riley asked.
“He came to have a discussion on a project we’re working on. I was so busy, he offered to help, unlike another friend of mine sitting in front of me, that likes to come and talk, but not help,” I replied. Riley chuckled.
“It’s not that I wouldn’t want to help you, you know. I just have an image to maintain. Besides, working that close to you, I’d pop a boner for sure. That would be kind of embarrassing,” Riley replied, making Kyle and Blake chuckle at that one.
“That just might make you some tips, Riley. I’m sure the guys would all love to see you in your underwear showing a boner wanting to break free,” I chided. He wasn’t so sure. “How’s Thorny? You guys still going to LA for Spring Break, heat up the sheets and do some modeling?” I asked. He looked a little disappointed. “Why the sad face?” I asked.
“Well, he’s still planning on doing the shoot with our group, but it seems he’s fallen in love with some slut that speaks the Queen’s English. He said he has to remain true to the guy, so when he comes, we can’t sleep together. I told him, if that was the case, he could stay on his side of the pond. He doesn’t want me to be mad. He wants me to be happy for him. I know he’s right, but I hate him for it,” Riley said, obviously upset. Seems I hit a nerve.
“Oh, Riley, I’m sorry. But look at the odds. He lives in jolly old England, and you live here in the American Midwest. It’s not like you’re a couple of hours apart. You’re like several time zones apart,” I reminded him. “He might want someone closer to him. Just saying. I mean you’ve been seeing Avery. You didn’t fall in love, not that I know of, but you two seem to get along pretty well,” I reminded him.
“I realize we’re a long ways apart, but I loved that uncut dick of his. Damn it was fine. And that British accent, just turned me on to no end. I call him late at night, which is early in the morning to him. Half the time I catch him in the middle of rubbing one off, as he wakes up in the morning. I have to admit, we have phone sex quite often, until I called one morning and this guy, Hollingsworth, answered the phone, wanting to know what I wanted, as they had just woken up and Thorny was taking a pisser in the pisser. I told him it was just modeling business from America, and just to tell him to piss off. Then I hung up the phone. That’s when I first found out he had another boyfriend over there. He hadn’t told me about this Hollingsworth, up until then. He called back a couple of hours later, after I had gone to bed. I asked him if that was a hookup or a boyfriend. He said he hated to have to tell me this, but it was his boyfriend. They had found one another at a gay pub, and immediately fell in love. How do you immediately fall in love in a gay pub? Most guys are just there to hook up. Yes, I have Avery on the side, but Avery has several of us on the side. The fucker sleeps around, what can I say?” Riley confessed, as I shoved him a beer.
“Sorry to hear that, Riley, but in Thorny’s case, that relationship gave a whole new meaning to a long-distance relationship. You both need companionship closer to home,” I suggested.
“Kyle, you dating anyone? Do you like to fuck models?” Riley asked, with a gleam in his eye. Kyle wasn’t sure how to respond, somewhat shocked he was even asked that question.
“Don’t pick on my new friend, Riley. He’s not that type. If you need an uncut cock, Dylan has an extremely nice one. You be nice to him, and he might take care of you occasionally, although he seems kind of sweet on a UPS guy at the moment, so I’m not sure about that,” I replied.
“Oh, great. I have to compete with a UPS guy now. A stunningly, absolutely beautiful British model dumps me for a Hollingsworth, then I get to compete for dick with a UPS driver. I can’t say that does anything for my ego, Josh, just so you know,” Riley complained. I had to laugh.
“You’re becoming such a diva, you know that,” I said. Terry leaned in and told us, Riley always was, he just didn’t realize it.
“And where have you been, Terry, when my ass needed your dick? That little Luke wearing you out?” Riley asked, concerned. Terry laughed and shook his head.
“Hey, you have your own set of friends. I like you Riley, and I have to admit, the sex is pretty hot, but you’re main love is yourself. You just need a dick to take care of your sexual needs. Other than that, you’re good to go. I’d buy me a nice dildo, if I were you, then you’d be all set,” Terry told him.
“I have one already, thank you very much. It comes in handy, but nothing satisfies like the real thing,” Riley replied.
Luckily, the second show started and our crazy conversation ended, or was at least put on hold, for the moment anyway. Riley’s attention was definitely on our dancers and their erotic dance routine on stage. Kyle’s attention seemed to be there also. Chase, Caleb and Dave had an even hotter performance for the second show. Riley did break his attention on the dancers to ask me who the hell the new tall stud was, dancing with Caleb and Chase. I quickly explained, he was a new teammate of theirs, and he seemed to enjoy showing off. Riley said he’d kill to see the whole package. I told him it was nice, as I had seen it several times. He made a circle with his fingers on one hand and then ran his middle finger through it on his other hand, signifying fucking, never saying a word. I shook my head ‘no’. He threw up his hands as if to say, ‘why the hell not?’ l bent over and whispered in his ear, I’d seen him in the locker room and our dressing room. Again, he gave me a disappointing look.
Before the last performance was over, Riley motioned for me to lean over towards him, as if he was going to tell me something. Instead, he grabbed my head and kissed me passionately, telling me I was a true friend, and he loved me. Then he said he’d see me later. I could tell he was somewhat depressed, but it was boyfriend problems, and how did he let himself fall in love with someone that was thousands of miles away. He’d find another in no time, I had to think.
The crowd was starting to thin out after the shows were over. Allen sold quite a few sperm coated thongs and jocks. Kyle was inquiring what Allen was auctioning off. I told him we sold the dancers jocks and/or thongs after their performance to let them make more money. Kyle couldn’t get over that, thinking that was crazy, but ‘interesting’, as he put it. I didn’t tell him the guys jizzed on them to bring more money. I wasn’t sure how much the guy could handle in our gay world on his first visit, never having been exposed to any of this before. He seemed to cope rather well, it seemed to me.
Ross and Wally, came and gave Jake and me a hug afterwards, then downed a beer before taking off. Ross saw Dylan, He had to pick him up and hug him too, his little buddy, he called him. Dylan seemed to like Ross’ attention these days, even though the two got off to a rough start at first. Wes, Leo and Harvey stopped for another beer also. Leo took off to see Allen and OBB. I assumed he’d be spending the night with them tonight. Harvey downed his beer, still in a grumpy mood, then said, ‘fuck it’, telling us he had something important to attend to that involved pussy, so he was out of here. I asked Wes what the hell was bugging Harvey these days.
“We’re not doing that well with the Lacrosse team lately. There’s a lot of unrest with Harvey’s leadership as captain. Some of the guys want to can him as captain, and have me take over. I told them, I wasn’t going to do it,” Wes replied. I told him, I thought, for the team’s sake, maybe he should. “Josh, I got VP of the frat, and am a shoe-in for president, I can’t take captain of the Lacrosse team away from him also. As much as he irritates all of us, that would just kill the guy. Sometimes he irritates me so much, I want to do just that, but I feel sorry for him in a way. I know he’s an ass, but he can be a great guy at times. He has been in the past, and good at being the captain of our team. The guys believed in him at one time. Now, he just pisses everyone off. I’ve tried to talk to him, but he doesn’t listen, saying I always side with everyone but him. He did tell me that he thought Leo was the ‘F’ word for queer, the three-letter word you forbid him to say, although he says it when you’re not around,” Wes admitted. I shook my head.
“Maybe he just needs to quit showing up here. Obviously, It’s not helping his demeanor. He sees you and Leo having a good time, so why can’t he chill out and just have a good time. He seems to pick up dates on Wednesday nights. Then there’s this regular girlfriend you guys say he has. What the hell is she like anyway, to be able to put up with him?” I had to ask.
“Gees, Josh, I wish I knew the answer to that question, as I’ve asked myself that very same question a million times. I can’t imagine. He’s let it slip that he gives her money from time to time for ‘necessities’, as he puts it. I asked him how much he was doling out to this girl. He wouldn’t say, but I know it’s pretty much what he makes here dancing with the rest of us. That’s why he’s so pissy about splitting up the tips more. He tried to shake down Leo and me for part of ours, saying he needed more for his girlfriend. I just wonder if he knocked her up or something, and she has to have it taken care of,” Wes replied, making me think of what happened to Tink, and the shakedown he went through.
“Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” I asked, but didn’t say anything about anyone else.
“Oh, and to make matters worse, he’s all pissed off now, because this girl got herself in some kind of trouble and got thrown in jail this morning for something. She won’t tell him why, though, and he’s really pissy because of that, not being able to fuck her tonight,” Wes added. I had to ask him the inevitable question on my mind.
“Wes, what was the girl’s name? Can you tell me?” I asked, curiously.
“Not sure, but I think it’s Chelsea, maybe?” Wes replied. I smiled big time, almost laughed, shaking my head. “What’s so funny?” Wes asked, unsure what was going through my mind.
“Oh, Wes, you need another beer for this one. You better sit down,” I told him, then drew him another beer. He was all ears. I had to hold off my explanation to say goodbye to Dave, Chase and Caleb. They said they were heading home and dropping Dave off on their way. Chase wanted to know if it was okay to invite Dave to the house for tomorrow afternoon to hang out with the rest of us. I told Chase, absolutely. Chase said the three of them had become great friends now. I told Chase, from the looks of things on stage tonight, they were all more than just friends. Chase smiled, telling me they were getting there. He said he invited Dave to the house tonight to hang out with them and even spend the night, but Dave said he probably shouldn’t, but didn’t say why. Chase thought maybe it was a little too soon, and Dave might not be ready for that intense a relationship yet. Chase said he and Caleb really liked him, so they didn’t want to push the issue, making Dave uncomfortable. Chase said they’d play it by ear and see where it went, if anything. They’d all be great friends and teammates anyway. I told him that was great, and maybe by hanging out with us at the house, he’d feel more comfortable around them and then maybe he’d be more open to a deeper friendship when he was ready. Chase said he kind of thought the same thing, so they didn’t push him about spending the night, just acted like it’d be late, and he was welcome to sleep over with them instead of heading back to the dorm in the cold later. He did say that Dustin was anxious to spend the night with them, so he was going home with them. I told Chase to take it easy on Dustin tonight. Chase said, he was hoping Dustin would take it easy on them. I had to laugh. Chase gave me a hug and a quick kiss, then found Dave and Caleb, and took off.
I rejoined the group at the bar to fill Wes in on Chelsea. It took about 15 minutes to explain the whole Chelsea situation to Wes, who hung on every word I told him. He was literally blown away, not only for what these two girls were doing to Tink and his crew, but they had to be doing the same thing to Harvey, except Harvey was still getting laid at the time. Wes could not believe it. Blake, Jake and Kyle all heard the story, Blake and Jake hearing again, with Kyle for the first time. I just finished telling Wes what happened when Rod came and joined us. Rod said Tyler and Lonnie left to go out with their babes, but he wasn’t going out tonight. I drew him another beer. I told Wes to fill Rod in on Harvey’s girlfriend, while I checked on something. Tink had been trying to get my attention for a few minutes, but I was deep into the Chelsea story and wasn’t giving up, until I got through it all. Tink met me on the other side of the bar.
“Josh, you know how much I want your dick and Jake’s dick up my ass tonight. I think I’m hard now, as I’ve been thinking about it all night.” He said, smiling, pressing his junk up against mine, letting me know he had an erection. I had to chuckle, as the boy definitely did. “However, Jeb and Eddie want me to spend the night with them. Would you be mad at me, if I didn’t spend the night with you guys tonight?” he asked, looking disappointed himself. I smiled, chuckling at him.
“Tink, by all means, spend the night with Jeb and Edgar, or Eddie, as you call him. They are two of the most loveable guys you’d ever want to spend a night with. I’m sure they’ll take good care of you. Just be at your house for tomorrow afternoon to help your bros work on the house. They might not miss you tonight, but they might tomorrow. Don’t disappoint them by not showing up, as I’m sure they’ll all come over to the house tomorrow night for steak and beer,” I told him. He hugged me tightly, telling me he loved me, and I was the greatest. I chuckled, then swatted him on his hot skinny tight ass and told him not to wear Jeb and Edgar out. Tink said he was more worried about himself than he was them. I had to laugh.
When I got back to the guys, Rod said he agreed with Wes, that we had to talk to Harvey, as he definitely was a victim, just like Tink. Conner and Neal needed to know what went down with Harvey. I couldn’t disagree with them at all. In fact, I really wanted to be there to see how Harvey reacted to the news. Tim said, he wouldn’t mind witnessing that himself. I could only imagine.
“So, Wes, do you think it’s this Chelsea girl, that has Harvey’s dick twisted in a knot or is something else bugging him?” I asked Wes. Wes seemed to think for a minute.
“I know that’s part of it. I think he really cares about her, as much as Harvey can care about anyone else but himself. I think he wants to help her. I don’t think he was being extorted. Yeh, I think she’s taking advantage of him, and he’s going along with it, but he did it willingly, unlike what you guys told me about Tink. Actually, I hate to say it, but I think he really misses you, Tim,” Wes said, catching Tim totally off guard.
“He misses his opportunity to abuse me. He doesn’t have anyone to pick on now but you and Leo. He won’t pick on you, Wes, and you defend Leo to him, so he’s out of guys to pick on, now that I’m gone,” Tim explained.
“I think that’s a lot of it, but I think he thought a lot more of you than he ever let on. I don’t mean that in a sexual way, but I think, unbeknown to any of us, you were like his best friend. You were always there to hear his rants. You were also there for him to make you feel inferior to him, which made him feel better about himself. He doesn’t have his best bud anymore or anyone he can feel superior to, therefore his ego is depressed. I’m no psychologist, but it’s just a feeling I get at times. Then again, who knows what goes on in that narcissistic mind of his. I don’t think the guy will ever be happy. He did seem better when he was dating that Chelsea girl. Now that she’s out of circulation, no telling what he’ll be like. Lord help us all,” Wes replied.
“Why are we standing around down here? Let’s go upstairs, get comfortable, and have a beer together,” Jake suggested. Wes, Kyle, Blake, Tim, Rod, Dale, Jake and I headed upstairs. Dylan had already gone up. Wes stripped down to his briefs to match the rest of us that were already in our briefs. I broke out the beer and some salty snacks for us to munch on while drinking beer. Dylan came out of his bedroom in his baggy boxers, giving his junk more breathing room, we supposed. He helped distribute the beer. Dale only had one beer, as we continued to talk about Harvey’s situation with Chelsea and how he might take it. I saw Dale slip into our bedroom to get dressed to leave, so I followed him in.
“Hey, I hate to run, as I love hanging out with you guys, but I need to get some sleep so I’m good to go in the morning. I’m so excited about this, Josh. This is going to be great. It’s like my dreams are coming true. The feel of that plane in the air just makes my dick hard, pardon me saying that,” he said, excitedly. I smiled at him and hugged him.
“I’m so proud of you, Dale. You never cease to amaze me, all your accomplishments so far. Plus, you’re someone we can truly care about for a lifetime. You know we love you. Hopefully, someday, you’ll let us show you just how, if you’re so inclined. If not physically, then with our hearts for sure, but love you either way,” I told him, as I hugged him.
“Josh, I want the full experience sometime. I’ve never done anything sharing love physically with anyone, but when I do, I want it to be with you and Jake for sure. I’m embarrassed, I don’t know that much about it, but I figure you’ll teach me, and we’ll let nature take its course. I learned how to fly, so I figure I can learn how to share my love with someone that I truly love,” he told me, as I held him in my arms, feeling his penis enlarge up against mine. I reached down and felt his hardening bulge.
“Seems as if your dick is willing,” I chided. He chuckled.
“It has been. You hugging me, does strange things to my body. You’re just going to have to teach me what to do about it,” he replied, then hugged me tighter. I kissed his neck, further exciting him, then I kissed his lips. He responded well, getting a little tongue involved. “Now, I wish I could stay to see what all you can teach me, but I can’t do that and be worth a shit flying in the morning. What do I do?” he asked, undecided, wanting both experiences. I clutched him tighter.
“You go home, go to bed and get some sleep, and then you show Greyson how fantastic you are flying the King Air in the morning. We’ll always be here for you, Dale, so when you’re ready, and only if you’re ready, we’ll teach you how to make love. I guarantee, you’ll love it as much as you like flying,” I told him, as I squeezed his buttocks then let him go. He had a full mast going on in his briefs. He looked embarrassed. “Can I at least take a peek at what you have there?” I asked. Dale was nervous, but he let me pull his briefs down, freeing up his penis, which sprang to attention. He had a good 7”, about the same thickness as mine, a beautiful cock standing straight out. I reached down and stroked it a couple of times. It took his breath away. He was shaking, and sighing. “You okay?” I asked. He quickly shook his head, ‘yes’.
“It’s just, no one’s every touched me there before. It’s just different,” he said, nervously.
“Does it bother you”?” I asked him, concerned. He shook his head, ‘no’.
“Just different, but it feels good, Josh,” he said, somewhat holding his breath, as I felt his throbbing penis in my hand, the warmth of his body, the blood stiffening up his cock for breeding, now that he was aroused. I told Dale, how hot and desirable he was, and how I couldn’t wait to really show him how wonderful it could be, to be together. He had a little dollop of pre-cum seeping from his piss slit. I scooped that up with a finger and tasted it. “Damn, Dale, you do taste good,” I told him. He gave me a nervous smile.
“You can eat that, Josh?” he asked nervously. I smiled.
“Oh, I have so much to teach you. I want to swallow your cum when we make love also, so I have some of you inside of me, Dale. That’s really meaningful to me, to share each other each other like that.” Dale hugged me tightly again, his penis pressed to the side.
“Oh, Josh, I love you so much. I’m so overwhelmed by the way you care about me, and for all the things you’ve done for me. I want to be with you in the worst way now. I’ll make it work soon. I promise,” he said. I kissed him passionately one more time, as I let go of his penis, and ran my fingers through his thick pubes and then over his balls, again takin his breath away. He was still shaking from the sensations he was feeling for the first time in his life, his body reacting to being aroused, his sex organ poised to breed. Realizing I might have gone too far, I pulled up his briefs, but not before kissing the head of his penis, as a parting gesture, making him smile. “I do have a lot to learn,” he said, smiling.
“But look at it this way, Dale. It’ll be fantastic when you do. You have a lot to look forward to, trust me,” I told him, getting another hug. Dale got dressed, then hugged and kissed me one more time, before we rejoined the others, him saying his goodbyes, and thanking us for everything. Jake hugged him also, even Blake. I could tell Dale felt loved by our group. Wes said he needed to be going also. He got dressed then hugged everyone that wanted a hug. I invited him over tomorrow evening to the house to have steak with us. That seemed to excite him some. I also told him we were working at Rod’s house tomorrow, if he felt like swinging a sledge hammer and knocking walls down. He said that actually sounded like fun. He told me to text him the address, as he might show up to help. Off he went.
I was surprised Rod was still here, but he was enjoying free beer, trying to chill and forget all the trauma and drama he went through this morning with Chelsea. At this point, I was anxious to hear what Kyle found out with Chad and Todd, as we had yet to have that discussion with everything else going on around us tonight.
“Kyle, forgive me for not being able to hear you explain what happened with Todd and Chad today. I’m so sorry. We just got distracted right and left tonight, but I was glad you were able to enjoy yourself and relax a little,” I told him.
“No problem, Josh. This evening was great. I enjoyed it all. I haven’t had this much excitement in years. You guys are all great. I feel like I’ve made a lot of friends tonight, not having any at all before. You all have made me feel so welcome, and have included me in all your conversations. It’s kind of nice to know, I’m not the only guy with problems in this world. That helps to know. Believe me. Now I can think about what all we talked about tonight and what all I’ve experienced with you guys, and not just worry about my problems and how to get through them,” he replied. I told him I hadn’t thought about it that way. He said it was true. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a very long time. I told him I thought the beer helped. He said he hadn’t had any beer in a long time either, not being able to afford any type of luxuries. I felt sorry for him, hearing that.
“So, tell me about what Todd and Chad suggested so far, so we have something to think about and consider,” I urged. Kyle smiled.
“Well, they said, in their honest opinion, it was going to be too expensive to bring everything up to today’s standards to rent the apartments for a decent return on investment needed to make it all work. They said all the old carpet needs to be ripped out, most of the appliances replaced with modern appliances, which he said would cost a small fortune. They said doing one building at a time, if we could even get financing for it, which, in my opinion, isn’t going to happen, wouldn’t get the revenue stream up fast enough to handle the current debt and new debt to go with it, although he said your numbers guy could crunch the numbers and determine that better than he could. Just looking at it, he didn’t think that was an option,” Kyle explained, which wasn’t good news to hear.
“Did he have any other alternatives in mind or make any other suggestions?” I asked. Kyle smiled, obviously starting to feel the effects of the beer he was drinking, relaxing even more, but still very much in full control of his faculties.
“He said a ‘fire sale’ came to mind,” Kyle stated, concerning me greatly.
“What, they’re suggesting you burn the place down and collect the insurance, something like that?” I asked, concerned. Kyle shook his head smiling.
“Josh, I could never in my life stoop to doing anything illegal like that. I would never do such a thing, and that’s not what they suggested. Todd and Chad are upright guys, which you know better than anyone. I trust them implicitly. What they suggest is that we give everyone still there, a deadline of 30 days to move out. Only about half the apartments are currently rented anyway. Then we put all the appliances and fixtures up for sale. Every apartment has ranges, refrigerators, microwaves, toilets, sinks, dishwashers, tubs, garbage disposals, fixtures like that. There’s two bathrooms in every apartment at least, usually a half bath and a full bath. So you have two toilets. If we sell them all at say $10 a piece, that’s a lot of dollars when you add it all up. He said the doors were all solid wood, which don’t find anymore, so we could sell all the interior doors, and exterior steel doors also. Contractors would love to buy all of those. The windows are shot, he said, and most are not insulated. There are HVAC units in each apartment also, and water heaters. He said most of those were living on borrowed time, but scrappers would live the copper and other metals out of them, so there’s money there. Half the apartments are empty already, so we wouldn’t have t wait 30 days to start piecing out the parts we could sell,” Kyle explained.
“So, after you piece as much out as you can, then what happens to the buildings?” I asked.
“Todd is hoping the land value would at least equal the remaining balance owned on the mortgages, so at best, I could walk away with nothing or break even, so to speak, but I wouldn’t have to go bankrupt and screw up my reputation,” Kyle said, getting a little emotional. “Todd said something about you having that Buzz guy we met at the meeting the other night, trying to see if there was land the university was looking for to put up a new educational building. If we could at least sell the land to the university, or someone else for market value, I might just come out of this even or even make a couple of bucks, but I’d be debt free for the first time in my entire career. Then I’d have to find a real job,” Kyle explained.
“We got you covered with the job part. I just want to make sure you’re okay with the bank. It kind of all makes sense. I mean a toilet is pretty much a toilet and hasn’t changed much in years. Solid wood doors are actually expensive, so those definitely do have value. Parting everything out just might work. You could donate all that didn’t sell to Habitat for Humanity. I’m sure they could use a lot of the stuff you have to offer. Sounds like the plan just might work, Kyle. The key to the whole thing will be to see how much the land value might be worth. We’ll have Ken and Buzz work on that to see how it all shakes out. I appreciate what Todd and Chad did for you. At least now we know what possibly needs to be done,” I replied.
“Josh, there’s still a problem. We only have sixty days before the balloon payment is due. I don’t know for sure, but I think the other guys in the group, you met the other night, are putting pressure on the bank not to do any extensions, even telling the bank what they’ll offer them for the properties before I hit the wall,” Kyle said. “If we don’t make this all work before the end of the sixty days, I’m not sure any of this does me any good,” Kyle mentioned, concerned.
“You let me worry about the bank. Thad has connections with the bank, and I know we’re their largest customer. I don’t think they want to piss us off. If they do, I guess we just might have to change banks,” I said, smiling. Kyle wasn’t sure whether to smile or not.
“I don’t want to be the reason you have problems or create problems with the bank, Josh. Don’t let my problems interfere with your business relationships. I can’t be a problem for you there. I just won’t let that happen,” Kye replied, concerned his problems might turn into mine.
“Kyle, we’re going to get you through this one way or another. We’re all determined now. We still have some information to gather, which, hopefully, I’ll have more on at our Monday meeting. I’m going to see Chad and Todd tomorrow at Rod’s house when we work on that project, so I’ll ask them a few more questions. I want you to quit worrying and start getting excited about your new life, Kyle. This nightmare will soon be over. We’re going to figure this out together. Can you relax and let us help you through it?” I asked. He looked so nervous and concerned.
“Josh, you’re the first friends I’ve felt comfortable with in years. I can’t just dump my problems on you and mess up what you have going. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened and you guys got hurt trying to help me. That’s not right, and not fair to you and your shareholders. If this thing goes south and doesn’t work, you have to promise me to let me take the hit and go down with the ship. I can’t drown you guys trying to save me from the inevitable. It’s not fair to you guys. I won’t let that happen,” he replied. I smiled.
“We’re a long way from sinking, Kyle. We’ll do this right, and it’ll all come out the right way. You’ll see. The main thing is for you not to stress out over this anymore. Help is here and it’ll work. You good with that?” I asked. I thought he was going to cry.
“I’ll follow your lead, but if I see this thing going the wrong way, I’m on my own, and you back off,” Kyle insisted. I told him, I’d think about it. He shook his head.
“Not to be a party pooper, as like I’ve said, this has been the most exciting night of my life in years, but I need to go home, feed the dog and get some sleep. I have a lot to think about. Guys, thanks for coming into my life. I couldn’t be more blessed to have you as friends. You’re just great people, and I feel blessed to know you. I better get dressed and head home. I think I left my clothes in your bedroom, Josh. By the way, this is one beautiful apartment. If all mine looked like this, I’d be making a fortune,” Kyle mentioned.
“I have to give Todd and Chad credit for building this great apartment for us. Oh, we bought a house also, where more of our shareholders live. Speaking of that, we’re having a steak fry tomorrow night. We’d love for you to join us, if you have time,” I offered.
“I don’t want to impose any more than I already have, Josh,” Kyle replied.
“No imposition, but it would be an honor if you’d join us and meet the rest of the guys, Kyle,” I assured him. He looked undecided. “I’ll text you the address, but if you don’t show up by 6:00, we’re coming to get you,” I warned him, making him shake his head, smiling. I followed him to the bedroom to talk to him while he got dressed.
I should give you these back, unless you want me to wash them for you first,” Kyle said, as he started to push down the briefs, we gave him to wear. He had them down to his knees, exposing his bushy pubes, cock and balls before I could stop him. I leaned over, staring at his nice short, but fat dick on top of two good sized balls, as I pulled his briefs back up, surprising him. I caught a nice aroma of musk man scent in the process, which almost gave me a boner. I figured him to be grower and not a shower, but I liked what I saw. All this happened very quickly, so I didn’t get much time to comprehend his downstairs, but I was grateful for the sneak peak I got.
“Keep those, Kyle,” I hastily said, as I pulled them back up for him, catching him off guard. “And, here’s another dozen to take with you, so you have decent underwear to wear from now on,” I told him, digging more out of the closet.
“I can’t accept that, Josh. You can’t be giving me underwear also, after all the other great things you’ve done for me already,” Kyle quasi-protested.
“Kyle, you need underwear. You said so yourself. We buy these in bulk now, as they’re part of our uniform. They fit and feel great too, in case you haven’t noticed,” I teased him. Look how your ass looks in these, and that bulge you have in front got a lot of attention tonight also. I have to admit, I certainly noticed it. You are one hot looking dude, Kyle. You just need some decent underwear. I saw the pair you took off laying on the floor in front of the closet. Pretty raggedy, to say the least. We have to get you looking good, bro,” I chided. He hugged me tightly.
“Josh, I can never thank you enough for your help and friendship. I don’t know how I can ever repay you. Anything you think I can do for you, I’m willing to do. I swear, I think I owe you my life at this point. My life looked like a shit sandwich, I was going to have to get ready to eat. Now all of a sudden, you’re offering me steak. I can’t believe my luck has changed in such a short period of time,” Kyle said, as he continued to hug me. I chuckled.
“Stick with us, Kyle. We’re going places and we’d like for you to come along with us, if you’ll have us,” I told him. I got an extra tight hug for that.
“If you’ll have me, I certainly want you,” he replied. I ran my hand up and down his bare back as we hugged in our underwear, our junk pressed up against one another. I didn’t feel his bulge growing like I did with Dale earlier, but I figured Kyle was too nervous and too new, not really knowing me all that well, but he definitely was interested, I could tell. I let him go, so he could get dressed. He hugged me one more time, before he grabbed the bag of underwear I gave him, then we headed back to the living room. He told all the guys goodnight and even got some hugs from some of them, Jake and Blake especially. I told Kyle to wear his new underwear tomorrow night for the steak fry at the house, as we all hung out in our underwear. He said, he would, now that he had new underwear. He told me he was glad I mentioned we hung out in our underwear, because as badly worn out as his underwear was, he sometimes went commando. I told him that was okay also, whatever made him feel comfortable. He laughed, then headed out.
Blake and Tim hugged and kissed Jake and me, telling us they were going to bed. Dylan was sitting on the couch with Rod, who looked like he was sound asleep. “I think he’s drunk,” Dylan informed us.
“He couldn’t have had that much to drink, could he?” I asked.
“He was sucking them down right and left while you guys were discussing Kyle’s problems. I guess he was bored and just drank. I didn’t see him eating any snacks either, so I’d say the ole boy is shitfaced,” Dylan replied. I went over to shake him to wake him up. He finally barely opened his eyes, then smiled at me. “Is the war over yet? Did you we win against the bitches?” he asked, slurring his speech.
“Rod, do you know where you are?” I asked him, trying to bring him back from wherever he thought he was.
“Josh, I think I love you, but I don’t know how to suck cock, and I really don’t want to know. What’s it feel like in your mouth? Does it taste good?” he asked, smiling, but half there. “I can’t imagine putting a dick in my mouth. How could anyone put a dick in their mouth. That’s just fucked up,” Rod said.
“Rod, buddy, you don’t have to suck cock. You’re drunk, I think. Actually, I hope that’s the problem and not something else. You want me to take you home?” I asked him.
“Can I just sleep with you tonight. I’m so tired, and I really love you,” Rod said, slurring his words. Jake, Dylan and I looked at one another, shaking our heads.
“He’s fucked up,” Dylan commented. I rolled my eyes, asking them all, ‘now what?’.
“I guess we could get him in the shower and see if we can sober him up,” Dylan suggested. I thought maybe we should just let him sleep it off on the couch. Dylan said we should probably see if the shower would revive him some. Jake and I finally agreed to try. None of us had ever seen Rod this drunk before. We pulled Rod up to his feet, Jake on one side of him and me on the other, slinging is arms over our shoulders. Dylan delighted in pulling down his underwear seeing his cock and balls, eye to eye. “Damn, not bad,” Dylan commented, making Jake and I chuckle.
“Don’t molest the guy, Dylan. He can’t help himself, he’s drunk. That’s not fair,” I warned. Dylan chuckled.
“I didn’t touch him, just checked out the merchandise. He’s got a decent dick and balls, but Tink got all the hotness in that family, he and Tyler. Lonnie is a whole other story,” Dylan commented, making us chuckle. We headed into the bathroom. Rod swore he had to pee in the worst way. Jake and I held him in front of one of the urinals in the bathroom.
“Well someone has to hold it for me. I have my arms wrapped around you guys. Can’t hold me dick in this position,” he informed us, slurring every word.
“Can you stand up on your own and pee?” I asked him.
“Sure,” he said. Jake and I let him try to stand on his own, but he fell over on me, and nearly knocked me down. We knew what wasn’t going to work. Jake told me, the honor was all mine, as far as holding Rod’s cock for him to pee. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and pointed it in the direction of the urinal.
“Okay, Rod, you’re all set. Let it fly,” I told him. He relaxed a little then pissed up a storm, piss splattering on my fingers, spray from the backsplash of his pressure on the urinal, because he had to go so bad. I thought it was a little disgusting, but he was a friend in need, at this point. There was no doubt he had to go big time. I thought he was never going to stop. He finally stopped, and I shook off the pee on the end of his cock. He looked over and smiled at me. “You’re my first, Josh. The first guy to ever touch my cock, but me. Well, wasn’t that fun?” he asked half out of it, and kind of giddy. I told him I would treasure this moment forever, making him laugh.
Dylan helped Jake and I slip off our underwear, teasing our dicks in the process. I told him this was not the time to be messing around. He just laughed, saying he had us hostage, thinking about the fun he could have with us. I told Dylan to turn on the center pole shower and not the full system, as it would be easier to manage Rod that way, without drowning us all in the process. He wanted to know if we wanted a cold shower. I told Dylan he was drunk, not horny. Dylan told me to check again, as Rod had a full boner going on down there. Jake and I shook our heads and laughed. Don’t know what got him aroused, but the boy had a boner going for sure. Dylan had to check it out.
“I’d give it maybe 6 or 6 and ¼ inches. It’s decent, nice and thick, a decent mouth full. Could be better,” Dylan commented. He was definitely standing straight out there at full mast. I told Dylan to soap him down, while Jake and I held him. Dylan delighted in running his soapy hands all over Rod’s body including his balls and cock, even getting a finger in his ass crack and teasing his asshole in the process, giving Rod a surprise jolt. “What the fuck was that?” he asked, shocked and surprised. “Felt kind of sexy. Might want to do that again,” he chided. I told Dylan, he might not want to do that again. Dylan gave me a mischievous smile. He was definitely being ornery. Dylan took delight in soaping Jake and I down also, taking great liberties with our genitalia, horning us up in the process, causing Rod to take notice.
“Damn, you guys have big cocks. You’re not going to fuck me, are you?” Rod asked, concerned. I told him, not on his life. He seemed content with that answer. The three of us holding onto one another rinsed off in the shower, as Dylan soaped up and showered also, scrubbing his ass nice and clean in the process, seemingly paying great attention to getting that area good and clean, as he had for Jake and me.
“You expecting company in that ass of yours tonight?” I asked him, being sarcastic. He smiled at me big time.
“Oh, you and Jake owe me for this one. You’re fucking me good tonight for helping you out with this dude,” he informed us. Jake and I looked at one another and smiled, shaking our heads.
We finished up showering, and dried off carefully, so as not to drop Rod. Dylan dried him off, enjoying getting his pubes, balls, dick and ass, nice and dry. I told him he was terrible. He just looked up and smiled at me. He did a nice job of drying off Jake and me also.
“What are we doing with this one now?” he asked, referring to Rod. I wasn’t sure.
“Put a sheet on the couch and we’ll cover him with a blanket and let him sleep it off,” I told Dylan. Dylan got a clean sheet out of the hall closet, while Jake and I continued to hold Rod him up. Rod was in and out of consciousness in the process. Dylan prepared the couch. We laid Rod down, then covered him up with a blanket. We had a pillow under his head. He finally looked comfortable. I told him goodnight, then turned out the lights in the kitchen, and the three of us went to our bed.
“Now, let’s have some fun,” Dylan said, hardly able to contain himself, as he wanted fucked by both of us tonight. Jake and I worked him over, sucking his cock and eating his asshole until he begged us to fuck him, emptying his balls several times before he finally gave up, after swallowing both Jake’s and my loads, taking some if up his ass, which was his preference with us. Finally spent and worn out, we were about to pass out in each other’s arms, ready to sleep it off.
I swear we had just had our last orgasms when I heard a big loud thud in the living room. I ran out to see what was going on, cum still dripping from my cock as I dashed to the living room. Rod was on the floor. “Damn, boy, are you okay?” I asked, turning on the lights and pulling him up off the floor. He looked at me kind of funny.
“Did we have sex?” he asked me, seemingly somewhat concerned, but then smiled. I told him no way. “Why is cum hanging from you dick?” he asked, pointing it out to me. Then felt his ass to see if he felt there might have been an assault back there. I grabbed a tissue and quickly wiped off the cum dripping from my cock. “Was I good?” Rod asked, as if he thought maybe we had sex, and he enjoyed it.
“Relax, Rod, nothing happened between you and me. You did interrupt something between me and others,” I replied. He said he was sorry, but asked if that was good. I told him it was the best. He said he was glad to hear that. “Now, what were you trying to do that landed you on the floor?” I asked. He smiled up at me.
“I have to piss. Where the hell is the pisser?” he asked. I told him to come with me, and I’d take him there. He was steadier than he was the last time we took him to piss. I held onto himl, until I got him to the urinal, then let him go, standing behind him to catch him if he started to wobble. He was able to manage this experience on his own this time, but was glad I was close by, as he was still unsteady. “Why am I here naked with you?” he asked, while he was pissing up a storm.
“Rod, you were drunk. You were too out of it and too unsteady to drop you off at your house, so we just let you sleep it off on the couch for tonight. I know Lonnie and Tyler could care less where you are tonight, so I thought it best to let you sleep here on the couch,” I explained.
“Oh,” he said, uttering a very brief response. I stood behind him when he washed his hands in the sink.
“You need any Ibuprofen or anything?” I asked him. He looked a little haggard and worn out. He slapped some water on his face at the sink. I grabbed a towel and wiped his face for him. He smiled at me, then looked towards the mirror.
“I look like shit,” he said, looking in the mirror. I had to chuckle.
“You had a hard night out. I didn’t realize you drank as much as you did. You were very quiet,” I chuckled. He looked up at me in the mirror.
“I don’t remember much about it, other than the beer was good. I’m fucking tired though, he said as he leaned against the vanity. I pulled him back up to a full standing position, telling him I’d help him back to the couch. “Sorry I’m so much trouble tonight, Josh. You’re a great friend,” he said, as he leaned against me. I put my arm around his shoulder to steady him, as we walked back to the couch. “Sorry you had to go to so much trouble,” he said, looking at the sheet and blanket on the couch. I told him it was no bother, as we often had guys sleep over. He looked at me and grinned. I held onto his arm, as I lowered him onto the couch. I pulled up the blanket and covered him up. “You know if you wanted to touch my dick and balls, it’s okay with me, Josh. I care about you enough to let you have your way with me, as long as you don’t fuck me,” he said. I half chuckled, shaking my head. “It’s just the two of us and we’re both naked. No one else will ever know,” he added. He was reaching out in a way he thought might please me.
“Rod, we’re straight friends, remember? We don’t need to do things like that to care about one another. I have plenty of very close friends for sex. You and I will just care about one another. We can just hug to show one another we really do care. That’s all I need to know you care, unless you need something else,” I replied. He half smiled, laying on the couch looking up at me. Then he motioned for me to bend down for a hug. When I did, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then hugged my shoulders tightly.
“That okay with you?” he asked. I smiled at him.
“Yes, you can kiss me if It’ll make you feel any better,” I told him. He smiled. I told him goodnight, and I’d see him in the morning. I swear he was back to sleep in no time at all.
I went back and crawled into bed with Dylan and Jake. They sleepily asked me if everything was okay. I told them Rod was lost, must have fallen on the floor, as he had to piss again. As sleepy as they were, they both chuckled, asking me if I had to hold it for him again. I told them, not this time. I wrapped my arms around Dylan, who was between Jake and me, nestled my junk up against his skinny tight ass, and fell asleep.
We were just waking up in the morning, when there was a small knock on the bedroom door. I think I hollered out ‘what?’ The door opened and a naked Rod walked in, covering his junk with his two hands.
“There’s three of you in your bed? Wow, must have been a fun night,” he said, never having seen three guys naked in bed together. “I hate to bother you, but do you have my clothes, or at least my briefs somewhere?” he asked, sheepishly. “I feel kind of vulnerable naked like this, and that Gabe guy is eyeing my naked body looking like he’d like a piece of me,” he added.
“Sure, Rod. Let me get them for you. I think I stuck them by my closet,” I replied, as I wheeled out of bed, my morning wood rock solid and standing tall.
“Damn, Josh, you have a big cock and hard too. Shit,” he exclaimed, acting surprised and somewhat shocked.
“Rod, it’s morning wood. I’m sure you had some this morning also. No big deal,” I told him, as I found his briefs and handed them to him. I told him his clothes were there in a pile also, when he needed them. I caught him staring at my cock. “See anything you like, Rod?” I teased.
“Uh, no, I mean, yeh, I mean. Hell, I don’t know what I mean. I’ve just never seen another dude with a boner this close to me before, except when Tyler, Tink and I we were way young and did circle jerks together,” he said, somewhat embarrassed. I chuckled.
“You can touch it if you like. It won’t bite. I swear it’s safe,” I replied, grinning from ear to ear. “I touched yours last night having to hold it for you when you peed, so you might as well touch mine so we’re even,” I chided. He looked up at me and grinned, then gently grabbed hold of my rigid morning wood with his hand. He quickly withdrew it. “Didn’t kill you now, did it?” I chided. He looked up at me and smiled.
“It felt warm,” he said smiling. I shook my head at him, then gave him a quick hug, rubbing his naked back in the process. I slapped a naked ass cheek of his, making him chuckle. “So, how’d you like your first gay experience?” I teased him. He started to chuckle.
“This is so wrong, but yet, you make it fun, Josh. I don’t know what to think about anything anymore, other than I really care about you and your friends. You guys are great,” he replied. I headed off naked to the bathroom to pee. I could smell the coffee, meaning that Gabe was here with the donuts.
Great chapter, well summed by BC and HF. Can't wait to see what will happens in the last part of this three chapters long Saturday 
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with the most embarassing hangover thank to Gabe and maybe to Josh too (in case Rod doesn't remember what happened Josh will gladly update him 
