Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 17:13:21 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: SMALL DESERT MOTEL - PART 2 STOP!! Press your backspace key and return to the Nifty Erotic Stories page that has the Warning about reading these stories. The Nifty Warning applies to this story. SMALL DESERT MOTEL 2 After I moved into my new apartment and became accustomed to my new job I began missing Alex, Kurt and Jeff even more. It just seemed as if I didn't have anything to do when I was home. The apartment was a large two-bedroom unit with a minuscule study that opened off the living room via French doors (I set up my computer in there); the most appealing thing was the brand new carpeting. But, the place was too big and too expensive. Hopefully a roommate would appear in my life. Most of the tenants were men and I suspected most of them were gays and that the few women tenants were lesbians. One Sunday I made friends with a guy at the pool that later confirmed what I suspected. He was out-of-this-world in looks; guess you could describe him as a lean body builder with All American Boy Good Looks. As he walked toward me, I realized I knew who he was -- he was an interior decorator. He moved a chair over to sit by me and asked it I minded. Not at all Mr. Carlton, it would be my pleasure. We haven't met before have we? No but I read the article about a house you had decorated in last Sunday's Los Angeles Times magazine section. I really was impressed with it You must have been to remember my name; aren't you going to tell me yours? Sorry. Michael Radcliff -- Mike Since you know I'm Lucas, I hope you call me Luke -- not really a nickname for Lucas, but I like it better. Shit, I was praying he would sit down soon; looking at his package in his thong swimsuit at eye level was getting to me and I mean quick. Within a week after we met we had toured each other's apartments. His was absolutely spectacular. Mine had minimum furniture so it was far from spectacular. He was kind and remarked that the few things I had purchased were in good taste. Within a short time we had dinner together twice, he had taken me to a close-by gay bar and the friendship had blossomed sufficiently that we had been in bed several times. He was fond of 69ing and I took to it right away. Two male cocksuckers working on each other's cocks simultaneously really seemed intimate because you felt so attuned to your partner's arousal in addition to your own. Luke's cock was about 6-1/2 inches and one of those absolutely free of veins; I think smooth tools are so beautiful that it is fun to just look at them. He had almost black hair but his eyes were blue. His hair was cut short but his pubes were cock arousing thick. I told him I liked them and he replied that he'd remember that in the event he ever got the notion to shave them. About 10 o'clock one Friday evening, when I was about ready to go see what was doing at the gay bar, the intercom buzzed. I went to the intercom and said "hello". I had been advised by the landlord to be cagey and let the party who bussed my apartment identify themselves before I gave out any information or buzzed the door open. Mike, is that you? Who's this? Kurt. Kurt? Kurt who? Kurt as in "Kurt of the Desert Poppy", you jerk knee. I can't believe it! When you hear a bussing sound press the door latch and open the door, then take the elevator to the fourth floor. I'll be in the hall waiting when the elevator door opens. When the elevator door opened it wasn't Kurt; it was Kurt, Jeff and Alex. We hugged and kissed in the hall -- what the hell, it's Hollywood. They apologized for not calling. They didn't think they would be so late. They had stopped in Mojave and bought a few clothes and some sleeping bags. I seldom drink beer but had some in the fridge because Luke drinks it. We had a few rounds (I limited Alex to one) and it became apparent that both Jeff and Alex were wiped out, not from the beer but from tiredness. Jeff said he'd had a hard day and he explained that Alex had been close to being hyper for two days. I insisted Alex go to bed and put him in my single bed and lie beside him for a while. He reached over and started to unzip my pants so I just took them off. I knew what he wanted to do. He slowly and gently masturbated me to erection and then to climax. This seemed to placate him and he went to sleep. When I returned to the living room, Jeff had gone to sleep in the second bedroom. Kurt and I were left alone. We had another couple of highballs because there was no more beer. A while back, I had decided to switch to scotch instead of bourbon. Lucas drank it and said he seldom experienced hangovers; consequently I didn't even have a bottle of bourbon in the apartment. Kurt remarked that scotch tasted medicinal but I noticed he drank it with gusto, anyway. Maybe Kurt was ahead of me; maybe he'd had a couple while I was getting Alex to sleep Anyway he began to get so horned up I couldn't believe it. "God I'm missed you Mike, we had more fun together in Loren. Didn't we?" I love you a lot, Mike. He'd lean over and kiss me on the mouth and, at the same time push his hand down my pants and treat himself to a feel. To a small degree, he was being a pest but at the same time I liked it. I felt like a girl on a date with him and he was putting the make on me. Kind of flattering, I thought, since I am a boy. His oversize piece of meat was clearly outlined through his denim shorts, so I squeezed my hand up the pant leg it was hanging in and gave it a good feeling up. It was just as I remembered it -- huge, flabby, floppy and irresistible. He soon had me going, the bastard could excite a man that had just been anesthetized in preparation for surgery. If his cock didn't turn you on you sure as hell would be if you looked at both his cock and his face at the same time. Finally he had me beyond the point where I could say no, he took my pants off, I laid my back on the rug, lifted my legs, I handed him a tube of K-Y and watched his erection disappear into my body. I felt it too - believe me. He was filled with passion but he took it easy. Finally, I felt him cum, he collapsed atop me, sated and I was glad he was. With his looks and his endowment he could get anyone he fancied for a sex partner. He had satisfied himself on my body. (For some reason that didn't come out quite right. If it dawns on anyone reading this story that I was the only guy available to Kurt he is prohibited from reading further.) After we had breakfast and were lounging around the pool when Kurt laid a surprise on me. They had quit their jobs, were moving to LA and wanted to stay with me for a while. That was O K by me and after a while we unloaded what they had in their car and took it up to the apartment. The next surprise was a bit more than a surprise. They told me Alex's mom wanted him to stay with me and I was to call her for a complete explanation. They explained that staying didn't mean the rest of the summer, but permanently. I damn near exploded; that surprise was a bombshell. I was about to renege when Alex started to cry. After I calmed him down I called him mom. To summarize our conversation: She was not Alex's mother. She was a sister to his father and had taken care of him since he was 4 years old, when his mother died. A few years ago his dad had died, also. She was getting married and her intended husband didn't like the idea of a teenage boy around. The dad had been ill for about two years before he died -- time to settle his affairs, provide her with legal papers that made her Alex's legal guardian -- Alex had no living, blood relatives. When Alex was 21 he would receive a trust fund that would amount to approximately $400,000 plus some farmland in eastern Oklahoma. In an emergency, it could be tapped anytime to meet medical expenses for Alex. (As much as I adored Alex, I felt I was being imposed upon.) I responded that I didn't feel qualified, at my age, to be a father and one of the main reasons I felt that way was because I was gay. She said she knew and she knew Alex was too. The reason she laid the proposition on me was the Alex wanted to live with me. Finally, she talked me into trying it until the end of the year and said she's send me a letter giving me the right to sign consent for medical treatment in the event he needed it. Shit, I was caving in for the second time within an hour. About then a man came on the phone, said his name was Jim Miller and he had been listening in and frankly he felt Alex' mother was asking too much. He asked if I would consider keeping him until September when school started if no one expected a commitment until then. He brought up the fact that by that time his mom might want him back, he might want to come back. That seemed a more reasonable to me and I agreed. Alex about choked me with his hugs. Despite the start, the day ended very well. Luke called and wanted to know if I was busy. I told him I had company, but to come on over, anyway and to bring a swimsuit. I buzzed him in and he went to the pool with the others while I went to the supermarket. I asked him to stay for dinner. He said he liked Margaritas. I brought home a couple of bags of salad; two roast, deli chickens and a pack of frozen vegetables; tequila and margarita mix, celery and some ice cream. When I came back and unlocked my door I thought they must still be at the pool until I heard sounds from the bathroom. Kurt and Alex were just inside the door playing with their meat, watching Lukas giving Jeff a wet, slurpy sounding blowjob. They were in the same position I had been; Jeff had one long leg on the toilet seat and Luke was on his knees. Jeff was sweet talking him with the same dirty talk he had used on me at the motel: Take your time, baby; I'm not going to pull it out on you. I know you white boys need big, black cock to suck sometimes. Either Jeff or Kurt had remembered that I stowed my poppers in the fridge and they had found them for Jeff and Luke. Luke, like I had done, was putting them first to one nostril and then the other without ever taking his mouth off of Jeff's tool, then passing them up to Jeff. They were both pretty high. All sex has to end and Jeff and Luke's ended when Jeff grabbed Luke's head and, with a loud shout, his sperm transferred from his nuts into Luke's mouth. Luke almost gagged. I knew he was having a hard time swallowing but he managed. I also noted he shot a load on the floor as he was coping with swallowing. Holy shit, Luke! You have one dammed hot, cocksucking mouth. Where did you learn to suck cock like that? That was the first time I ever sucked cock like that. You had me so fucking hot I went wild. Where did you learn to talk like that? In Jamaica all men egg their cocksuckers on with sweet talk. Jamaica has lots of hung men but cocksuckers are usually young boys. They need encouragement and you have to take good care of them. After dinner and after Luke left, Kurt and Jeff looked through the Sunday want ads. Then it dawned on them that only Kurt had a car. They would have to find jobs at the same place and work the same hours. That complicated the situation to an almost impossibility. I'll give them credit. The two of them really tried. Telephone calls, going for interviews -- but it was a difficult situation and, after two weeks the disappointment on their faces was obvious. Then, one night after they had returned from the neighborhood, gay bar, they brought up the possibility of being escorts. I protested but Kurt, especially, knew exactly how to ring my bells. He would walk right up to me, grope my package through my pants and kiss me on the mouth. They coaxed the information out of me that I had once engaged an escort and how I located him. So, I showed them the web site where escorts in Los Angles advertised. The next morning, a Saturday, they called a guy named Sebastian that had a listing on the web site. As luck would have it he lived about three blocks away and offered to come over and talk to them. I sent Alex down to the pool; he had made friends with Andrew, the gay/divorced landlord's son, who was two years older than Alex. Sebastian told them you could limit what you wanted to do in your listing and how to submit a photograph of yourself (naked of course). By limiting, he meant in-calls, only, hours available, that sort of thing. He indicated that daylight hours only could be quite lucrative as the area had a lot of men that worked, but did not live, in the area. They wanted a noon time quickie, that sort of thing, and: If they wanted to fuck you they were young married guys as a rule. If they wanted you to fuck them, you could expect an older guy. The client who wanted to suck your cock was not uncommon. Giving a blowjob was more rare; in L A that was available without paying. All the time Sebastian was talking I felt like sticking my hand in my pants and playing with my erection, but during the conversation Jeff and Sebastian had eyes only for each other. Two days later Jeff moved in with Sebastian and became a male prostitute. Both of them saw us rather often and on a regular basis. They even "escorted" Kurt and me once in a while without fee. Talking to Kurt one evening, Luke discovered that he had house painting experience and offered him a job painting for him, which saved him delays in waiting for contract painters to work his jobs into their schedule. Besides saving Kurt's ass, he saved mine, to a degree. One Saturday he and I took Alex for a haircut at a gay barber Luke knew and bought him new clothes. Then, Luke took Alex with him to his studio, to meet clients and to inspect his jobs. He liked seeing the world through a boy's eyes and they got along famously. This was on the days that Alex didn't hang out with Andrew, under the landlord's supervision and permission. That took a load off of me, as there was no way I could take him to my office. It solved a major problem. The "gang" had a terrific summer, movies, the beach, trips to San Diego and Santa Barbara. We made a terrific team and grew very fond of one another. Sex between Alex and I continued but was limited to night times as we were still sleeping together. I noticed, though, that he became more and more attached to Andrew and my dirty mind thought that they might be into something with each other. Too, my phone bill reflected that he was making a lot of calls to Loren, but that was understandable and O K. Fall rolled around, I had enrolled Alex in school but it hadn't as yet started; then one Sunday morning, his mom called and I talked to both her and her new husband, Jim. Alex's mom wanted him to come home and Jim had decided it would be best all around, after all. They had been talking to Alex and that was what he wanted, too. He was homesick. So my adventure with Alex ended, but not really. He came to LA to visit me and I went back to the Desert Poppy Motel to see him, so we saw each other about every six weeks. Our relationship was actually better since we no longer lived together. After he graduated from high school he come back to Los Angeles and lived with me and Luke (I'll explain that in a minute) while he attended UCLA. Around the first of the New Year, Kurt met one of Luke's clients, a gay man in his mid thirties, handsome as hell and after a while they were actually married in a gay church. Luke and I went to their wedding. It was a huge, crowded, lavish affair. The guy he married was obviously loaded, a little feminine and couldn't get enough of Kurt's cock up his ass. Kurt would not quit his job so I still had some contact with him. On more than one lunch hour break, if he was working in the area, we met and he fucked me with his fat, floppy dick (fat and floppy soft but not when he was erect). As for me, after all the changes in my life Luke and I began spending more and more time together. When my one-year lease expired, he asked me to move into his apartment. Luke, not to mention the added bonus of his exquisite digs, was irresistible. Luke turned out to be precisely the kind of lover I needed. He was stable, no highs and lows, a really levelheaded guy. Our sex life was exciting, we had sex every night and we never lost our passion for one another. We were both masculine and nobody raised their eyebrows when we introduced ourselves as roommates when I took him to office parties and he included me when he entertained clients. There wasn't much chance of my getting angry, taking off on I --10, switching to another freeway with out realizing it and ending in the Mojave Desert. Well, guys, I apologize if you did not find the same amount of sex scenes in Part 2 as you did in Part 1. But, lets face it; sex is fantastic, but not the only thing in life, even if we are gay, I'm sure you already realize that and I have, too, since living with Luke. I HAVE WRITTEN SEVERAL STORIES IN NIFTY ARCHIVES BUT NONE RECEIVED THE RESPONSE THAT THIS STORY HAS. IN FACT, YOU CONVINCED ME TO ADD THIS CHAPTER, WHICH I NEVER INTENDED DOING. THANKS. I SINCERELY APPRECIATED YOUR E-MAILS. HERE'S TO THE POWER OF THE PENIS!