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Thanks to TW for doing the beta reading here.
GP = Gage Patrick MC = Mike Cronin
We didn't get a terribly early start because we had lazy, delicious sex first thing that morning. Then we had breakfast by the pool. I watched Mike as he ate. He still seemed emotionally pretty fragile, skitterish. But then, that was to be expected. Obviously he'd been through something terribly traumatic, something that propelled him away from his home, his family, his friends to a life as a hustler living rough on the beach in Key West.
As we drove up US 1 over the keys and bridges, he was quiet, but he seemed to be enjoying the view. The water was a variety of gorgeous blues and greens. Mike told me that it had been dark when he drove down through the keys, so he hadn't realized what a beautiful drive it is.
"So relax, stud, and enjoy the view."
"Thanks, Gage. I think I will."
As we got away from Key West, Mike had moments when he seemed to emerge from his funk.
Halfway between Key West and the Mainland, he pulled off his tee shirt, saying he might as well get some sun, since he knew it would be fall soon in Ohio.
"Gage, would you, uh . . . ?"
"Wouldn't you like to take off your shirt, too?"
I raised first one arm and then the other, and he pulled my tee off and threw it in the back with his.
"That's more like it," he said. "I like to look at you without your shirt off." Then he added, "You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, Mike. I'm flattered you like to look at me."
The next thing I knew he was lifting his hips and sliding his cargo shorts down his legs. He was freeballing!
"Hey, Mike, I said enjoy the view, not create one."
"I'm sorry, Gage. I didn't mean to piss you off."
"Look, a car like this attracts lots of attention from the bears anyway. I don't want us to get arrested for indecent exposure or something. And anybody in a semi, or even an SUV can look down into the car and see you're naked."
He pulled his shorts back up, gave me a devilish grin, and said, "Chicken."
Now there was a change, for sure. Mike was coming out of his shell, and I thought that was a very promising sign. "Oh, boy, you're going to pay for that. Later."
"Ooohh, the big bad man is gonna make me pay. I'm scared shitless."
"Yeah, right. I can tell."
Mike then asked permission to turn on the radio, which, of course, I granted. Asking permission to be allowed to use the radio seemed a step backward. Obviously we didn't yet know where we stood with each other. He started with a Key West station which seemed to play mostly Jimmy Buffet tunes. As we drove out of range of that one, he selected a cool jazz station out of Miami, and we listened to that until we stopped for lunch somewhere north of Miami.
Mike was pretty quiet, though occasionally he remarked on something we saw from the car, brown pelicans diving, a school of dolphin swimming offshore, a spectacular yacht. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. On an impulse I had invited this kid into my home. I had told him he could live there as long as it was mutually agreeable, yet I knew nothing about him. It never occurred to me until then that he might even be wanted by the police. Clearly Mike and I had a lot of talking to do. But I was going to take things easy. I didn't want to spook him, and I had the impression he'd spook easily.
After lunch he asked if he could drive for a while. "Sure, just stay reasonably close to the speed limit, okay?" I tossed him the keys and got in the passenger side. We both pulled off the tee shirts we had put on to go into the restaurant. After we'd been on the road for 45 minutes or so, I put my head back and closed my eyes, just enjoying the sun and the air rushing over my body. I felt really tempted to take my shorts off, but, much as I'd have liked to surprise Mike, prudence won out.
"Hey Gage, if you want to take a nap, that's okay. Just tell me where I'm supposed to go before you do."
I chuckled. "That's easy. Just stay on I-95. We'll be on it for what seems like forever. We'll probably have dinner somewhere around Jacksonville or Brunswick. I'll be awake well before then. Let's plan to get to Savannah before we stop for the night. Then with both of us driving we can probably make it back to Akron late tomorrow night."
He grinned. "You got it. Have a nice nap, old man."
"Old man? Boy, you're just asking for it! If I'd known you were such a smartass, maybe I'd have left you on the beach."
He was too deeply tanned to turn pale, but he looked as if I'd slapped him. "Gage, I'm sorry. I guess I overstepped there. Please don't be mad at me."
I put my hand on the back of his head and tickled the hair there. "Mikey, relax, man. I'm just funnin' ya. I suppose to you I do seem like an old man. But I promise I'll do my best to keep up with you. And I know you were just teasing me when you called me that. It's okay. I can take a joke. And I'll give back as good as I get. We're cool. Right?"
I could feel the tension go out of his neck. He grinned. "Right."
The rest of that day's drive was uneventful. Using my cell, I phoned ahead for a room at a Hampton at one of the Savannah interchanges. The hotel pool was a swim-at-your-own risk kind of place, so as soon as we had checked into the room we pulled on our bathing suits and swam for a while.
"Mike, I'm surprised you're wearing those baggy trunks, babe. You'd look so great in Speedos."
He grinned sheepishly. "My Speedos were ripped off me not long after I got to Key West, and I never had the cash to replace them."
I swam under water and came up between his legs, hoisting him out of the water on my shoulders. I wondered again at what sort of life he must have had while he was in Key West. Other things I had wondered about came back to me as well.
We horsed around in the water for a while and then went back to the room to shower.
Gage and I showered, dried off, and then went straight for the king-size bed. Neither of us put on any clothes. I grabbed him and kissed him. Hard. For a long time.
"Whee, Mike! What was that for?"
"For being so damned good to me, that's what it's for. I can't believe you just wandered along that beach and decided to rescue me."
"I just wanted to see what you looked like under that beard."
"Yeah, right. Joke if you want to. But you saved my life, man."
"Well, you were in a bad place, obviously. I'm just glad I came along when I did. And speaking of all that, you and I still have some talking to do young man." He grinned to show me the "young man" was a tease.
"Okay, pops, but right now, where's the lube?"
"Shut up, kid. We won't need lube for a while. Just stick your ass in the air."
I'd had a lot of experience following that command, so I got into position quickly. Gage wasted no time in putting his face in my ass crack.
"Mmmm! All clean and sweet." Then without any preliminary licks on the cheeks or anything, he began to lick and nibble my pucker for real. I could only imagine what Gage's experience had been like with other men, but I was learning that he was a fantastic lover. He sure knew how to eat ass. Before long he was tongue-fucking me, and I was wiggling and squealing. I'd had all that done to me before, but nobody ever did it like Gage. They were all just after their own pleasure. Gage seemed to care more about mine.
"Mikey, I'm glad you're enjoying this, baby, but maybe you should hold it down a little. When we're home, you can make all the noise you want, but we don't want the people in the next room to complain, do we?"
You know what hit me most about what he said? HOME. He said we were going HOME. I realized he meant we were going to his home, but he said it as if it was our home. I got to thinking how much had happened to me just during that summer. I'd come home from my first year at college as straight as anybody else, or so I thought. I had a great relationship with my girlfriend. But that all ended and I'd had every conceivable kind of degradation. I'd discovered that I loved gay sex and especially loved to take it up the ass. I'd been seen by the leaders of our city giving my dad a blow job. I'd been a hustler for a month in Key West, and now I was being taken home by a great -- and great looking -- guy who actually seemed to care about me! I'd learned to zone out while I was being fucked and such, and I must have done that just thinking about living with Gage.
"Hey, babe, I didn't meant you had to take a vow of silence. Where'd you go?"
"Sorry, Gage. I just got to thinking about something. What you're doing is fantastic, but I'd really like you to fuck me now."
He swatted my right cheek and chuckled. "I thought I'd lost my skill there for a minute. How about turning over?"
I did. I really loved to look at him while he fucked me. As I said, he's a bear, all covered in this gold fuzz. And his eyes are so special. He looks right into mine when he's topping me, like he wants to make sure he's not hurting me and I'm having a good time. He doesn't and I do.
So, his saliva was running out of my hole as he was putting on his condom. He put a lot of lube on his sheathed cock, and off we went. God, he was good! He knew how to wiggle around so he hit me from different angles, and he rubbed my prostate with just about every stroke.
When I was working the beach, I never came when a john was inside me. Some of them wanted to see me come, so I'd jack off for them after they'd shot and pulled out. But that night with Gage I came before he did, shooting all over my chest and abs. He grinned when he saw me do that, and he came right after that. Then he sort of collapsed on top of me and we kissed for a while. I've been kissed by guys who were just doing it because they got off kissing a guy. Well, okay, maybe because they got off kissing a decent-looking young guy. But Gage's kisses were different. He was giving me something. It was hot, yeah. But I sensed something else. Like he was telling me he cared for me? Could that be it? I still had trouble believing that somebody gave a shit what happened to me.
As we were kissing, his cock came out of my chute. He pulled off the rubber and threw it into the waste basket. Then he licked all my cum off my body. He had me roll onto one side and spooned up behind me with his arms around me. That felt sooo good. And so safe. As I fell asleep, I was thinking I could really get used to that.
The next morning we left the top up on the car. Gage had been watching the Weather Channel as we ate breakfast in the hotel lobby. He said they were predicting rain in Western North Carolina and Virginia. Besides, he said, it was easier to talk with the top up.
I asked if I could drive, and he said that was fine, that he'd spell me later. We hadn't been on the road a half an hour when he said, "Mike, I don't want you to be pissed with me, but there are some things we've got to talk about."
"Well, there may have to be some of those, yeah, but they can wait. I have some other things in mind."
"Like I said, don't be mad, please."
"Oh, cripes, Gage. Just say it."
"Are you wanted by the police anywhere?"
"Nope. I've never been in trouble with the law. Well, there was a speeding ticket about a year ago, but I paid it."
"That's a relief. Not about the ticket."
"Yeah, I understood what you meant."
"About the police, though. Wouldn't your parents have reported you as a runaway?"
"Gage, I'm over eighteen. They aren't responsible for me any more. And they've got other things on their minds besides me."
"Would they think you had been abducted or met with foul play when you left Ft. Wayne?
"No. Mom had already left town. And I put a note in the mail for my dad saying I was okay but that I was leaving."
"Do you think we should at least let them know you're alive and well?"
"I think Dad was planning to leave town. I don't know how to get in touch with either of them. And I doubt that either of them is much worried about me."
"Mike, babe, I know how painful it will be, but sometime you've got to tell me what happened."
"Yeah, I know. You deserve to know. But I just can't do that yet. Hang in there with me for a while, okay?"
He put a hand on my knee and squeezed. "Sure, babe. I'll wait. But eventually I hope you'll trust me enough to tell me."
"I trust you, man. I'm just afraid you'll lose all respect for me when you hear the whole story."
"That's what I meant by trust, Mike. You need to believe that what you tell me won't change the way I feel about you."
I glanced over at him. He was sitting there looking so sincere and concerned I'd have kissed him if I hadn't been driving. Instead, I put a hand on his hand and squeezed.
"Now," he said. "One last question."
"Shit. This is awkward. But I'm going to just come out and say it."
"While you were on the beach, were you always careful?"
I knew what he meant. "Yeah, Gage. A condom every time! I confess I thought about killing myself at times, but I wouldn't want to commit suicide by getting AIDS."
"Mike, I've been sexually active all my adult life, but I'm careful, too. I get tested regularly anyway. I can assure you I'm clean, and I'll show you the test results when we get home."
"I never figured you were stupid."
"Would you be willing to be tested?"
"Sure, no problem. Maybe that way we could eventually quit using those damned rubbers!"
He grinned. "Well, I admit that's partly what I had in mind, stud."
We passed through some spectacular scenery on I-77 near the NC/VA border and then all along the WV Turnpike, but it was a long trip. We drove through rain all the way from Wytheville, and I was glad Gage and I could take turns driving.
I had always assumed that Northern Ohio would be as flat as Northern Indiana, but I was wrong. Ghent, the Akron suburb where Gage lived, was in a hilly area. Gage's house was on a winding street with big houses on big wooded lots. I'm not student of architecture, but I recognized Tudors, Georgians, and colonials. But Gage's was different from the others. It was all redwood, stone, and glass.
"Wow! Nice place," I said.
He grinned. "You like, huh?"
"It's a beautiful house, Gage."
"Well, welcome home, Mike. Grab your duffel and come on in." He took his satchel out of the back, along with a garment bag.
Inside everything was muted earth tones, lots of beiges, browns, and grays. The furniture looked comfortable and expensive. Everything was a little on the sparse and understated side. Obviously my new master (and I couldn't help thinking of him that way), was well off. I couldn't help contrasting Gage's house with the ostentatious sort of fake Williamsburg colonial of the Watkins back home.
"Come on, Mike, and I'll show you where you can put your things. I'm hoping you won't be sleeping there much, but you will have a place you can call your own, at least."
He took me upstairs. The stairs were carpeted, but they were open, that is, they had no backs, if you know what I meant. There was a kind of open central area with an entertainment unit and a wall of glass and two comfortable-looking sofas. A hall went off that, and there were so many doors I lost track of them. It turned out that there were three bedrooms in addition to the master, each with its own bath. Gage turned on the lights in all three of them, and said, "Take your pick, babe. We'll get you set up with a computer in whichever one you choose."
I selected one on the back side of the house. Even though it was dark, I could tell the window looked out on a lot of trees, and I thought I'd like that. There was a king-size bed, a comfortable-looking easy chair, a desk, a big dresser that I learned later was Shaker and made of cherry, and a decent-sized television.
"Good choice, babe. Now, get yourself moved in while I go check in with Brent, my partner. You hungry?"
"I could eat, but is there anything in the house? You've been away for ten days or so, haven't you?"
"Yeah, and we have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. But there are pizzas in the freezer and lots of ice cream."
"How about some ice cream?"
"Great! Meet you in the kitchen in a few."
I got my stuff out of my duffel. Most of it was dirty, so I put it in a hamper in the walk-in closet. I hung up a clean shirt and a pair of khakis, hoping they weren't too wrinkled to wear. It occurred to me that I'd need more clothes if I was going to get a job somewhere, but I didn't want to ask Gage for anything else. Oh, well, I thought, we'll see what happens about that.
We had our ice cream, put the dishes in the dishwasher, showered together in the huge master bath, dried each other, and walked naked into his bedroom. He pulled me to him and kissed me for a long time. "Welcome home, Mike."
"I still can't believe this, Gage."
"What's not to believe?"
"That you'd take me in. That I'd ever be happy again. My life was so fucked up I wanted it to be over. But I've loved being with you this last week. I promise I won't screw up. I'll get a job, too. I don't want to be a drone around here."
"Mike, enough, babe! We'll deal with all that, starting tomorrow. Right now, I need you."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"You promised to punish me. You said you'd get me for calling you `chicken' and for saying you're old."
He grinned. Putting a hand on each of my butt cheeks and pulling my pelvis against his, he said, "And just how are we going to punish you?"
"Well, you could spank me."
"You know I was joking when I said I'd `get you' for what you said."
"Maybe you should spank me just to remind me who's boss."
"You're kidding, aren't you? I saw those marks on your butt, Mike. I'd never do anything like that to you."
"I'm not asking you to belt me, Gage. But a dozen or so open-hand slaps would sure get my ass heated up and ready for you."
"You aren't kidding, are you?"
I humped my hard cock against his belly and grinned at him. "Nope. So are you gonna spank me or not?"
"I've never done that. How do we do it?"
"Well, duh! Sit down and let me bend over your lap."
He sat on the edge of the bed. I bent over, my hard cock sticking down between his legs. He sat there so long I asked, "Do I have to tell you what to do next?"
He chuckled. "No, babe. I was just admiring the view. Those marks have pretty much faded, but I'll bet those beautiful cheeks of yours are still tender. Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"Spank me, daddy."
He gave me a half-hearted whack.
"Aw, come on, man, you call that spanking? Swat me!"
He gave such a sharp swat that I gasped. "That's one, sir!"
"That's the way it's done, Gage. I count them off."
He gave me a second one. "That's two, sir. Thank you, sir."
He chuckled, and hit me again, and I counted it off."
Eventually, "That's twenty five, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Isn't that enough? Your ass is getting pretty red, babe."
"Yes, sir! It's all warmed up for you, sir! Please fuck me now, sir!"
"Gladly. So, boy, assume the position."
"Which position, sir?"
"On your back, of course. That's the way you like it, isn't it?"
"If I may suggest, sir, since this is punishment, maybe doggie style would be more appropriate. Then you could keep slapping my ass as you fuck me."
"Okay, babe. I'll play your game, but this is getting a bit weird."
All this time I had been doubled over his lap. After he quit spanking me, he kept rubbing his hand over my ass. It was smarting from the slaps it had taken, and his hand felt wonderful. My cock was throbbing and beginning to leak big-time.
I got on my hands and knees on the bed. Getting into the spirit of things, Gage didn't rim me this time. He simply grabbed the lube and a condom. He worked a couple of lubed fingers up my ass. Then he put on the rubber and smeared it with lube.
"Are you ready for this, boy?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"Well, then, here it comes!"
His words were in the spirit of our game, but he was very gentle about entering me. Once inside, though, he got back into things and began to fuck me harder than he ever had before. I kept pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, and soon we were both sweating.
"Yes, master, fuck my ass! Harder. Yeah, like that! Fuck me, fuck me deeper!" I pleaded with him.
He was groaning and grunting and swearing as he plunged into me and his balls slapped my taint. "Call me chicken, will you? Call me old? You have a lot to learn, fucker."
I grinned because I knew Gage was getting fully into the game I had initiated. I hoped I hadn't gone too far. I was about to say something when he tensed up and then exploded into the condom in my gut. His cock seemed to expand and contract as it expelled its semen. Then, with his hands on my hips, he froze for a minute. I collapsed onto the bed, my hard cock trapped between my belly and the sheets. He fell on top of me and just lay there panting. I could tell he was more thoroughly spent than after any of our previous bouts of sex.
After a while, he said, "Sheesh. That was intense."
He pushed up off of me. "Mike, I'm sorry. I think I must have gotten carried away there. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, sir. Thank you for asking."
"You didn't come, did you?"
"No, sir, but that doesn't mean I'm not satisfied."
"Mike, cut out the `sir' shit!"
I grinned. "Yes, sir!"
"Let me suck you off."
"Not necessary. I'm fine, really."
Gage got up, pulled off the condom, and went into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush. Then he came back and got into bed beside me. He covered us both up with the top sheet and took me in his arms.
"I don't know what that was about, babe. That was really amazing. Scary, too. Soon I want you to explain to me what just happened. But it's been a long day, and I think we both need to sleep."
With that, he kissed me briefly and rolled over. I spooned up against him, put my arm over his chest, and lay there thinking how lucky I was.
I admit I was really puzzled by Mike's behavior that night. He seemed to be trying to make me into a dom, and that's just not who I am. But it was, I admit, incredibly hot. I had the impression he had choreographed the whole scene. I wondered what I had let myself in for by bringing this beautiful kid into my home, but that session, though it puzzled me, made me realize that there were things about sex I'd never really experienced.
The next morning it occurred to me that if Mike was going to live with me I'd have to get him some wheels. This area has no mass transit.
I took him to the West Point Market, where we bought enough food for a week. He said the only time he'd done much grocery shopping was when he was in high school and his folks would go away during the summer, leaving him at home to look after things. He'd never seen an upscale food mart like that before, and he was like a kid in a candy shop. We brought home all sorts of goodies at his request.
I took him to Ken Stewart's on Market Street for lunch.
When we got back to the house, I said, "Mike, I have to go to the office for the afternoon. My partner has been carrying the load while I've been gone, and I need to see how things are. Think you'll be all right?"
He hugged me. "Sure, Gage. Will you be gone all afternoon?"
"I'm afraid so, babe. I'll try to be home by 5:30."
"Supper will be waiting, master. I'm sure I can find something in all that great stuff we brought home this morning."
"Master? Cut it out!"
"Just funnin' ya, Gage. Now, go and make boss faces at your employees. I'll be fine. And I'll take care of supper."
I gave him a kiss, squeezed his cute ass, and left.
It was a busy afternoon. It's amazing how much can happen in ten days away from work. Brent filled me in with his typical efficiency, however. Then, late in the afternoon, when we were pretty much caught up, he leaned back in the chair next to mine in our
"conference" room and said, "So, Gage, how was your vacation?"
"Uh, Brent, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"Who knows you better than I do? Try me."
I told him the whole story about Mike. He didn't interrupt. He sat there and listened intently to everything. When I had finished, I leaned back and laced my fingers behind my head. "So that's the story."
He waited a beat. "Gage, I have always thought you were one of the most sensible people I ever met. But this! I wonder if you aren't a damn fool!"
"Whoa, Brent. That's pretty strong, man."
"I meant it to be. I don't know what to think when my partner, the man I've looked up to for all these years, tells me he's picked up a boy hooker and has him living in his home."
My first thought was to be angry with Brent, but I realized that, from his point of view, that's just what I had done. "Yeah, I understand what you're saying. But, tell me, Brent, do you trust my judgment?"
"You know I always have. Until now."
"Think I'm a pretty good judge of people?"
"Well . . . yeah. Until now."
"Think this kid has put a pill in my merlot?"
He didn't crack a smile. "Maybe."
"And he's been putting pills in my merlot for over a week?"
"Well, and I don't like talking about this, maybe he's putting something in you that's clouding your judgment."
I grinned. "Besotted by a sexy young guy?"
He took a deep breath and began tapping a pencil against the table. "Yeah, something like that, I guess."
"Brent, I love you for caring and for being worried about me. I really do. But you've got to trust me on this. Mike is special. He's not taking advantage of me. I trust him. I've got strong feelings for him. God help me, I may be falling in love with him."
"Yeah, I could see that, Gage. That's what worries me."
"Well, look. I want you and Bev to meet him. Maybe Mike and I could take the three of you to dinner some evening soon."
"I have a better idea. Why don't you and, uh, Mike come to dinner at our house this Saturday?"
"Don't you think you should run all this by Bev first?"
"Well, I don't think there'll be a problem. But I'll talk it over with her and let you know tomorrow, okay?"
"Well, partner, I thought I'd take off tomorrow. Think you can carry on one more day without me?"
"Yeah, I suppose. What's up?"
"I need to get Mike some more clothes, get him settled in, show him around the area a little. A kind of orientation, you know?"
"I guess so. But you owe me big-time, Patrick!" He put his hand on my shoulder to show he wasn't serious.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." I stood up and pulled him up. Then I hugged him. "I'll always owe you big-time, pard."
At quitting time, I was whistling, off-key as usual, when I jumped into the Beemer and drove home. I hadn't looked forward to getting back to my house so much in a long time.
When I came up the drive, I punched the button on the remote, and the garage door went up. I pulled in, got out of the car, punched the button on the wall to put the door back down, and went inside. I walked through the laundry into the kitchen. I saw a wine glass and an opened bottle of cabernet breathing on the counter, along with a plate of brie and crackers.
"Mike, I'm home!" No answer.
I went into the great room. There, kneeling, head down, his hands clasped behind his back, was Mike. He had a leather slave collar around his neck, and he had shaved off his treasure trail and his pubes!
"Mike, what the fuck is going on?"
To be continued. [I got lots of email about part 1, but only two people have written me about the first chapter of part 2. I'd love to hear some reaction. --Max]