The Key Anthology:
Frankie and Aaron
Chapter 9 Part 1
Downward Spiral
Aaron wasn’t sure what to say to Martin concerning his diagnosis and figured silence would be best. He saw him take the cell phone from the pocket of his robe and walk out of the room speaking into it. Not wanting to interrupt, Aaron stayed behind until a few minutes later when a knock on the front door caught his attention. He went back inside to see who was there and what was happening.
Martin had opened the door and shown a tall, elegant, middle-aged woman into the room. She wore a long coat and high heels. Her sandy blonde hair was piled up messily on top of her head.
Aaron started to walk further into the room but saw Martin put his hand up motioning him to stay where he was standing as he took the woman to where Gilles was sitting. He spoke something in French, Gilles stood, and the woman walked around looking him up and down.
The woman lowered the top of the robe Gilles was wearing so his chest was revealed, but below the waist he was still covered. She nodded her head as if in approval, then said something Aaron could understand.
“Magnifique!”
After saying a few words to Gilles, Martin turned, kissed the woman on both cheeks and showed her and Gilles to the door.
Once they were gone, Aaron stepped forward. “Should I even ask?” he said.
“Lenore runs a distinguished and legitimate modeling agency here in Paris,” Martin said. “She thinks Gilles has potential. He’s a bit thin, but thin and gaunt is in right now for male models. See, I am capable of doing a good deed. Lenore will take excellent care of the guy and get him clothed and working. We won’t see Gilles in the streets again. I’m tired… let’s go to bed.”
The next day Martin woke Aaron early. He wanted to go to the Musée d’Orsay and show Aaron the impressionist paintings which were some of his favorite works of art. As they wandered through the museum, Aaron noticed that Martin would stare at some of the paintings with a far off-look in his eyes. Once or twice, he even thought he saw a tear in the man’s eyes. They left the museum in silence and walked up and down seemingly endless streets, finally stopping at a patisserie for a snack. Again, Martin had that far-off look in his eyes as he took forever to order some macaroons and coffee. When they left, all Aaron could do was walk quietly by Martin’s side. They walked down a deserted street and into an empty alley.
Martin grabbed Aaron’s arm and led him to the back of the alley where he pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard, shoving his tongue in as he did so. He breathed heavily, almost desperately, while making his way down to the front of Aaron’s pants where he unzipped them and reached inside. Finding the front opening of Aaron’s underwear, Martin’s hand slipped inside and took the cock out. He then got on his knees and began licking and sucking on the head of the cock before going up and down the shaft. Aaron let out a low moan, then looked down and saw that Martin had freed his own cock and was stroking it.
Martin was busy working on Aaron’s cock and didn’t see the old man exit from a backdoor and walk angrily their way. Aaron tried to give a warning about the man headed toward them, but was rewarded with Martin’s hand over his mouth silencing him.”
Martin reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, then a wad of bills which he waved in front of the old man. Then he grabbed his cock and showed it to the man while saying something commanding in French.
The short man with white hair and a white beard walked forward and grabbed the money from Martin’s hand before kneeling on the ground and clumsily starting to suck on Martin’s cock. Martin meanwhile returned to Aaron’s cock.
Once Aaron and Martin had both shot their loads, they zipped up their pants and left the alley—not bothering to look back at the old man.
That night and the next day, Martin still seemed lost in his own world. They took a cruise down the Seine and visited the Paris Opera House, but nothing seemed to get him out of his stupor.
One evening Aaron went to dinner by himself, as Martin just wasn’t up to it. Before even entering the apartment when he returned, he could hear the sounds of what sounded like a party.
“Come on in and join the party, babe,” Martin said, standing naked in front of Angelo and a morbidly obese man, who were sucking his cock and balls.
Upon walking further into the room, Aaron noticed a tall, skinny, naked man on the couch having sex with another little person like Angelo. After a quick hello, Aaron walked into the bedroom and looked through the French doors not sure what to do. It was almost an orgy out there and Aaron was pretty sure he smelled the residue of marijuana. Before long, he heard Martin’s footsteps enter the room then felt his arms around him and his hard cock pressed against his back.
“Sorry about that,” Martin said. “The surprise of it all, I mean. They’re just some of Angelo’s friends from his circus days—The skinny man and the fat man.”
“It’s OK,” Aaron said. “I was just surprised, as you say. Earlier, you didn’t look too well and I even saw you take a bunch of pills.”
“I never feel good anymore,” Martin said, kissing Aaron’s neck. “And I appreciate you never asking me about that. I will tell you one thing—there’s nothing that can be done for me anymore. The pain can be unbearable at times… that’s the reason for the medicinal marijuana now. The medicine doesn’t help much and I won’t spend my last days in a hospital.”
“But, does all this satisfy you?” Aaron said. “Is this how your going to go out?”
Martin laughed. “It’s pathetic, I know,” he said. “I have no real friends, no family… nothing that matters. All this is just a futile attempt to keep my mind off my pain and the fact that soon I’ll be dead.” Martin laughed again. “Get undressed and come join us. Please. Let’s pretend like we’re friends for just a while longer. You’re all I have.”
Aaron turned around and kissed Martin deeply on the lips.
“Don’t end up like me, Aaron,” Martin said. “If you had a home back where you came from don’t forget it… or the people you left behind. Don’t leave them for too long.”
“I wish I could forget my drunken, no good parents,” Aaron said.
“Some day, if you’re lucky,” Martin said, “you’ll have a chance to make your own family. Don’t fuck that up. I had that chance once and blew it.” He patted Aaron on the back and kissed his forehead. “Come join us in a couple of minutes.”
Aaron watched Martin leave the room. The man did have one hell of an ass, he thought. It was funny how well Martin seemed to know him. He’d just been thinking of Frankie Jr. back home and how real it seemed compared to this life. Aaron walked into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror and didn’t see a happy man looking back. Here he was in Paris, being kept by a wealthy man, but it was all so incredibly empty. A feeling of shame came over him for all the times he’d thought Frankie Jr’s life was so meaningless and sad. Then he realized what he’d actually felt all those years was jealousy. Frankie Jr. had a family that loved him and cared for him. They’d even been there for Aaron when he needed someone. Frankie Jr. had always been there for him. Aaron shook his head to clear his mind of all those thoughts. He undressed, gave his cock a few strokes, so it stood at attention, and walked out of the room to where the others were playing.
Martin, who was on the floor with the circus fat man, waved Aaron over. “Come on, Aaron,” he said getting halfway up.
Aaron went over to them and saw Martin hungrily sucking on the obese man’s fleshy man boobs and large pink nipples.
Martin grabbed one of the fat man’s nipples, then pointed it toward Aaron who decided to just go with the flow. As the two of them were sucking, teasing, and chewing on the man’s nipples the others joined them on the floor. Angelo reached between flabs of flesh to dig out the fat man’s small cock and began sucking on it. The skinny man began sucking on Angelo’s cock and the other little person alternated between sucking Martin’s cock and Aaron’s cock. The orgy lasted all through the night and ended when someone suggested they stop for breakfast.
This sort of activity continued for the next couple of nights with some additions here and there. Aaron noticed that Martin was looking more and more tired. He was even sleeping late, which was unusual for him.
“Go keep yourself busy for the day,” Martin said to Aaron. “I’m gonna stay in and make some calls. Our friends have gotten boring and Angelo told me he may have a new scene for us to explore. I’ll call him and make the arrangements.”
Aaron got up from bed, showered, dressed, and left the apartment. He decided to just walk—maybe grab a snack. It was nice to be out on his own and it was enjoyable looking around just experiencing life. After stopping at a patisserie and picking out a snack, he sat in a booth by a window. As people walked by, he wondered about the type of lives they led. There was a mother with a stroller, then a group of teenagers horsing around who reminded him of home and brought a smile to his face. It never felt like home when he was there, but now that he was so far away he realized something. With all its bad points and good points… it was still home, and he was really beginning to miss it. Being a full-time kept boy at the whims of a man who was drifting through the end of his life was no fun. Not being in the mood to rush back, Aaron window shopped. Looking at his reflection in the windows he noticed his hair had gotten significantly longer and he looked a little thinner than usual. At the apartment, he never had the luxury of time to himself. On a whim, he spent a few hours at the Louvre to revisit some favorites and see areas he’d missed the last time he was there. Martin called and told him to have dinner without him as he wasn’t in the mood to go out and had ordered something for himself already. Aaron decided to eat at an outdoor café where he watched a gay couple, across from him, who looked very much in love. Love wasn’t something which Aaron had much luck or success with yet. His two longest relationships hadn’t ended well. Frankie Jr. had rescued him from the clutches of one drug addicted boyfriend who was trying to kill him. Dealing with his ex boyfriend was the reason Aaron never did drugs. In much the same way that seeing his parents drunk kept him from wanting to drink to excess. The other love in his life had been an older man who was secretly married with two kids. Aaron was the definition of unlucky in love. Other boyfriends didn’t last long enough to count. Frankie Jr. was the only constant man in his life, despite how often Aaron seemed to try and push him away. Frankie Jr., you idiot, Aaron thought. I always put you down, but you still stuck around. Sorry, bud. It wasn’t you… it’s just that you were a part of everything I was trying to get away from. The parents, the bullies, the dead-end feeling of it all. I lumped you in with the rest of it and you didn’t deserve it. He lifted his glass of water up in a toast and spoke in a whisper. “To you, Frankie boy, wherever you are.”
To be continued
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