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Dedication: This story is dedicated to Ry, my special friend, and Don Hanratty who encouraged me to post it here.
I would like to thank Bill who has taken his time to edit and correct these later chapters. It is hard work and he does a fine job.
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RON AND BRYAN
Chapter Twenty Two
Bryan woke first as usual. He lay in bed with his beautiful partner, Alan. He loved to watch Alan sleep. He thought again about how much he loved the gentle man. It was a great temptation to snuggle even closer to his love and perhaps wake him up for a little fun.
The younger man did not disturb the man who he admired so greatly.
He knew that there were three more nights of Alan's work at his present
job before he began to work full time for the Charitable Trust. After
that Bryan hoped that there would be more evenings at home together.
Knowing Alan's love for the people who needed help on the street, Bryan didn't count on every night at home with Alan. Alan loved his work. Bryan couldn't imagine Alan sitting behind a desk for the rest of his career.
Bryan crept out of bed to relieve himself of the pressure that made his morning woodie stand so firm. After experiencing the welcome relief, he returned to the bedroom. Unlike most mornings, he slipped his naked body back under the covers and carefully moved close to his lover. His eyes closed and he joined his lover in sleep.
Two hours later the phone rang. Alan woke on the first ring, and by the third, had the receiver in his hand.
"Hello," Alan mumbled with sleep still in his voice.
"Hello, Is this Alan? This is Ann Adams. Is Bryan there? Sorry if I woke you."
"It's O.K. Ann, it's past time to get up anyway....... Yes, it was great for us too. Here's Bryan."
Alan handed the phone to his mate and listened to half of a phone conversation.
"Hi Mom......... Yeah, we did too........... I think he's cute too.........We'd love to....... No, dinner is out this weekend, Alan works at night. ....... Lunch on Sunday would be OK, I think.....Wait, I have an idea. Hold on......."
Looking at Alan, Bryan asked, "Hey Babe, what do you think about a picnic lunch here on Sunday with the folks? Then we could ask Ron, Matt & Jack and, and everybody else? If I invite everybody to my parent's house, we'll overrun the place."
Seeing the happy glimmer in the eyes of his mate, Alan said, "Sure, let's do it!"
Returning to the phone, Bryan continued, " Mom? How 'bout you, dad, and Dick, and his latest love, if he wants to ask her, coming here for a buffet lunch on Sunday noon? That way we can invite Ron and some other friends, too, along with Rich and Brandt...... Rich and Brandt? Rich is Alan's son, and Brandt is his boyfriend."
"We'll make it a real reunion party. Alan will have to leave about 2:30, and Ron will be leaving for Las Vegas shortly after that..... OK, that would be great. How about coming over about 11:30?........Sure, if you want to.......there will be about 14 people all together unless I've forgotten anybody......better bring a couple extra steaks, just in case"
" Alan and I will come over to your home either one night this week or next weekend. We'll talk about it while you're here. .......I'll call you this evening to confirm who's coming tomorrow and I'll give ya the address....... Yeah, I think so too. I love you too, Mom. Give Dad a HUG.......... OK, Bye."
"Guess that means we'd better get up and get moving, " Alan said as Bryan returned the receiver to its cradle.
"Not so fast, big boy! I haven't had a chance to show you how much I love you this morning."
Bryan reached for his lover and drew him close.
Thirty minutes later the shower in their bathroom flowed. 25 minutes after that Bryan and Alan emerged from their bedroom with big smiles on their faces, ready to face a new day.
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An hour earlier, Jack and Ron had met in the lobby cafe of the Plaza for breakfast. Matt had left for his job two hours before that. As they were shown to their table they saw that the table already had one occupant.
"Hi Lonnie!" Ron said in obvious surprise as they were seated.
Greeting were exchanged between the men, then Jack explained the presence of the visitor.
"I forgot to tell you, but Lonnie has invited us to spend the day with him and tour the City properly. He is off work until tomorrow night, maybe the four of us could do something together tonight"
"I'm sure the evening arrangement would work well, but I have something I need to do this morning; then I need to check out and move Matt and I to his place for the night, as I mentioned earlier."
" Why don't we meet here in the lobby at 6:00 and we'll have an early dinner. I'll make some arrangements. Maybe I can get some tickets for a Broadway show or something."
Seeing his new friend nod in agreement, Jack said. "Sounds like a plan."
They picked up menus and began to read as the waiter arrived with their morning coffee.
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It was 11:30 when Ron arrived at Central Park by cab. As he stepped out of the vehicle and paid the driver, he looked around. Not seeing a sign of the youth that he was meeting, he found a nearby bench which was unoccupied and sat down. Ten minutes later, a young man walked up and taking one last look at the seated man, sat down on the bench beside him. The cute but somewhat tattered youth turned to the well dressed man beside him and spoke.
"Ron?" he asked.
"You must be Tim."
"Yeah. I'm still not sure why you wanted to meet me. Alan already gave me the $100 reward. I told him it was too much, but he insisted. I hid it away with my get away money."
"Your get away money?"
"Sure, I gotta little stash. When I have enough, I'm gonna escape from this place."
"Yeah, I hate this life. You must know what I do to exist. My ... uh.... 'manager', would kill me if he knew I was gonna take off. He thinks that the only reason to leave is because you are too sick or to old to attract customers."
"Tell me something about yourself, Tim. I'd like to help."
"Can we get away from here? I don't want to be seen hanging around. Fat Charlie or one of his goon buddies might show up."
"Oh, Fat Charlie is your 'Manager?' Sure, Lets go."
Ron stood up, and hailed a passing taxi. The duo entered the yellow conveyance, and Ron announced their destination.
"Trump Plaza, driver."
Tim looked surprised and said, "Gosh, Ron. I'm not dressed good enough for there. They'll throw me out, for sure."
Ron laughed and said, "I doubt it, Tim. Don't worry about it."
Fifteen minutes later they crossed the lobby of the Hotel, ignoring the glances and whispers of guests and staff, then entered an elevator to Ron's upper floor suite. When the car stopped at their floor, Ron led the way to a large pair of carved double doors, which opened to his rooms. Sliding the magnetic card in the lock, he pressed down on the latch lever and pushed the door inward. Ron stepped forward and held the door open as the young man followed into the large living room.
"Wow, this place is fabulous. You must be rich."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, I have a couple of bucks, I guess. Hey make yourself comfortable, I've gotta go get rid of some coffee."
Ron stepped into the bedroom, then on into the adjoining bathroom. He unzipped his trousers, and thought about the handsome youth in the other room as a yellow stream flowed into the bowl. He was sure that there was something he could do to help the young guy who had made Brandt's rescue from jail possible. He was determined to try.
Relieved of the pressure caused by the morning drinks, Ron turned and made his way back into the living room.
As he passed through the bedroom doorway into the living area he first saw a pile of neatly folded garments on a small table next to the sofa.
On that sofa sat the delectable form of Tim, sitting as bare assed as the day he was born!
Ron was astounded! He was shocked but not really embarrassed by the unexpected surprise.
Ron's cock began to immediately harden at the feast before him. He approached the youth.
"Uh, Tim, this is not really why I asked you up here."
"Ron, the tent in your pants tells me different. It's what I have to do for a living. I think you're really cute and far nicer than most of my customers."
Tim's own tool was rising quickly as Ron took a seat on the far end of the couch.
Ron was more than tempted. His own dick strained the confines of his clothing as he watched the 8 inch weapon of the youth stand at full height. Ron fought the pressing urge to throw caution to the wind, rip off his own clothes, and engage in some hot sex.
Instead he stood up, unashamed of the evidence of his desire in full view. He took one step toward the boy, and offered his hand. As the youth rose off of the sofa, Ron took him in his arms, embraced the nude body and kissed the tempting lips that were offered without reserve.
Releasing his hold, Ron looked at the sweet face and said, "That was to let you know that I care, and that I find you most desirable. .....But I can't have sex with you."
"I'm not good enough for ya, Huh? ....Just so you know; I wanted you..... I would have done it for free, too. I thought you were nice....I...I guess I'd better go."
Tears filled the eyes of the ashamed youth.
Ron pulled the weeping youth back into his arms.
"No, please don't go. It's not you. It's not that I don't want you. I do. But I have a lover who I won't dishonor by cheating on him, no matter how much I'm tempted."
"Then why did you bring me here? Am I just some 16 year old kid you brought here to laugh at?"
"I would never laugh at you, my cute friend. I just wanted to meet you and get to know you. You strike me as a really nice guy. And you don't know how much I appreciate what you did for Brandt"
The two young men looked at each other and after Ron indicated that they should do so, they returned to their seats.
Tim began talking about the incident in Central Park.
"I really hate that cop. What a bastard! I'd sure like to fix his wagon."
"Don't worry about it my friend. I'm working on it."
"What'd ya mean?"
"He is being investigated. I suspect that he will 'hang' himself soon enough. I was hoping I would have a report by now but the guys I have doing the job are very thorough. When they are done, we're gonna have a cop who is 'toast'."
"Wow. You can do that?"
"Yep, I don't like people who fuck with my friends."
"Man, can I be your friend?"
"Sure, that's what we are really here for."
The youth smiled, then his face changed expression. It was like he remembered something as he looked suddenly crestfallen.
"I forgot about 'Fat Charlie'. He not going to like it. And he has a couple of tough goons too that do whatever he tells em."
"Good thought! Hang on a second, I need to go into the other room."
Ron rose, went into the bedroom, and in its privacy, dialed a number. When he finished speaking he returned to his new friend.
"Sorry, for the interruption, had to take care of a little business. Now, tell me about yourself, Tim. I'm really very interested."
"Well, I guess my story is not too unusual. I had an abusive father. I could stand it, but when he found out about me being gay, he tried to fuck me. I barely got away from him. I couldn't take the beatings and the sex I didn't want from him, too.
I ran away and came to New York to get lost where he couldn't find me.
I met your friend Alan on the street when I was broke and hungry. He tried to talk me into returning home. I wouldn't listen. He helped me find a free meal and a place to stay, but it was just temporary. Pretty soon I was still broke and unbelievably desperate."
"I met another kid and he introduced me to Fat Charlie. Charlie gave the kid $100. Charlie's not really fat, he's just really big and tough. I was really so desperate that I let him fuck me and he gave me 50 bucks. Then, when he was finished he threaten to 'fix me' if I didn't do what he wanted. He scared me so bad and I had no place to go.
He got the other kid to 'show me the ropes.' We did it right there in front of Fat Charlie with him looking on, poundin his meat. It was really degrading, but I was down to hopelessness and fear. I did what I was told."
"I was instructed that I had to give Charlie half of what I earned, but that Charlie would 'stake me' for a place to live and enough to get by on. I didn't have any choice. That was five weeks ago. Since then I've had to do all kinds of stuff. Most of it has been with old or ugly guys that would have to pay for it anyway. They pay the best too but some of em are pretty repulsive. It's been worse than weird."
"Sometimes, I just give the guy a blow job in the park. Other times it means going back to the guy's room and doing a lot more stuff. I try to always make sure I'm protected. I don't want to get sick."
" I got beat up once by a guy that insisted on bare backing. But Charlie's goons found the guy and busted him up pretty good. He ended up with a broken arm and they took all his cash too. Don't think he's gonna hit anybody again soon."
"Sometimes I want to kill myself....Most of the time I just want to run. But I'm afraid that if I took off, Charlie will find me and hurt me. It is a real scary thought. The other kid told me of one of the guys that ran. Charlie's goons caught up with him and cut him up pretty bad".
"I don't know what to do. I wanna leave when I save enough money, but I'll have to run fast and far away where they can't find me."
"I don't know why I'm tellin you this. You can't do nothing. Charlie would get to us both, if you tried to help me. I wouldn't ask ya to get mixed up in it. You seem like too nice a guy."
Ron had sat attentively listening to the young man's tale, forgetting the undressed state of his attractive guest.
"Ya never know," Ron replied. "I just have one last question. Do you do drugs?"
"No, and I ain't gonna start neither. Charlie keeps offering stuff to me, but I refuse. I've seen what happens to other guys that do that shit".
"Charlie gets em hooked. Then supplies 'em and takes most of their money to pay for it. Pretty soon they are Charlie's slaves, and if they don't have enough money to live and pay Charlie too, he keeps em barely going as long as they are bringing in money. If they are a just little short of money, Charlie or his goons fuck the guys and make em suck their cocks. When the guys stop attracting business, Charlie throws em away, like so much garbage!"
" It's not gonna happen to me!"
Ron looked thoughtful and said, "How would you like to get away from Fat Charlie and go away with me, where you could start over?"
"I'd love it!... what's the catch? What do I gotta do?"
"There no catch. All you have to do is say 'yes'."
A glimmer of hope showed in Tim's eyes. Ron could see how much Tim wanted to escape.
"Oh please, I want to so bad." Tim pleaded. "I mean, I'd be your boy. I'd do anything you wanted. You could have my ass anytime. I'll give you head. You can piss on me. Whatever you want! Just get me away!"
"You won't have to do anything like that. I just want to help you."
"Why would you want to do that for me?" Tim asked, in a unbelieving voice.
"For two reasons. First, I owe you. You helped a friend of mine, and I'm not going to forget it. You could have just taken the money and run. You didn't. Second, I want to help you. Even I can't help every boy who gets in trouble; but I can help at least one, if you want my help"
"But there are a three rules. One, You have to do what I tell ya for a while. Two, you can leave anytime you don't like rule number one. Three, you have to be honest. I can't stand liars and thieves."
"It sounds too good to be true; But how are we gonna get away from Fat Charlie and his goons? We won't be safe, not even in this fancy hotel!"
"You let me worry about Charlie. If he catches up with us, he's the one whose gonna be sorry. Well, what's your answer?"
Without hesitating Tim replied, "My answer is 'Yes'!"
"Good," Ron said smiling, You wanna go in there and take a shower, while I order lunch? We can eat in the room and then we'll go get your things. Your days of trouble are over, my young friend."
The man and the youth rose from the sofa and exchanged a warm hug.
"This is too good not to be a dream," Tim said with tears again in his eyes. "Please don't wake me up."
"It's no dream Tim. Things are about to get better for you."
Tim left for the bathroom and Ron picked up the phone. He had a bunch of calls to make.
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Life will not be dull. Not around Ron and Bryan. HUGs John Tucker