Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2006 22:34:30 +0000
From: Gray Suit
Subject: The Further Adventures Of Tom Traveler And His Amazing Remote
    Controller

DISCLAIMER--This is the continuation of the suit-daddy celebrity mind
control parody I started many months ago staring recently outed high school
graduate Tom Traveler.  In this latest installment he again uses The
Amazing Remote Controller to travel into Television Land, this time to meet
and mind control several movie and tv characters, all portrayed by Tom's
favorite character actor, "Cold Case" co-star John Finn and where he learns
some fascinating things about the magical tv device and the potential power
it wields. Again, as before, with the exception of Tom, his Aunt Maisey,
and the citizens of Fairview, Pennsylvania, the characters and descriptions
from the various tv shows and movies described here do not belong to me,
but are owned by the artists, writers, production studios, distributors and
Networks who hold the sole rights to these creations.  This fantasy series
involves improbable alcohol and drug use, mind control and clothes
manipulation as well as man on man sex(which takes a while to get to, but
be patient!) and in no way suggests that the characters and celebrities
mentioned here are gay or sexually promiscuous in Real Life. I'm only
spinning a tongue in cheek fantasy of what happens when my horny tv
addicted creation gets a chance to interact with celebs, tv and movie
characters who, thanks to Tom Traveler find themselves in a position to get
their sexual groove on--whether they want to or not!


                     THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOM TRAVELER
                     AND HIS AMAZING REMOTE CONTROLLER    by Gray Suit


                            Part One   The Soggy Saga Continues



     In the small community of Fairview Pennsylvania, it was the week-end
before Thanksgiving, a breezy cold November Saturday night where a few early
season snow flakes had begun to fall from the sky. It was around 11:30pm and
on the corner of Simmons Avenue and Norwell, all of the lights from the
modest two story red brick home of Maisey Greene slowly went out one by one
until the only the only light remaining came from the second floor window
facing Simmons which was the bedroom of Maisey's nephew Tom Traveler, a
twenty year old semi-virgin, recently outed homosexual and suit daddy tv
freak who had been brought back last summer from the brink of a suicide
attempt by the timely and miraculous intervention from a fantastical cosmic
being--well, actually by a pair of huge blue colored talking animated lips
which had suddenly appeared floating in Tom's tv set and who had sent Tom on
a very personal pilgrimage into the electronic heart of his own television,
a profoundly gay hot buttered sexual journey which Tom(on the stage of "The
Tonight Show of all places) had explored together with the very confused yet
pleasantly surprised political consultant James Carville, all because of an
incredible device the animated blue lips brought along called(capital
letters most definitely implied) The Amazing Remote Controller, a reality
altering, mind controlling device. You see, for most of his uneventful young
life, Tom had been known, by some of the kids in town who were even aware of
him as that "weird loner dude", or as "the screwy, strange oddball", or
simply "nerd-turd", which was hurtful enough and had caused Tom to center
his life around watching tv for hours on end as a coping strategy, but that
was before the devastating night last summer when his super secret sexual
fetish for suit and uniform-wearing middle-aged actors, mainly from crime
dramas he obsessively watched on tv was loudly disclosed in public at a
crowded fast food outlet by a formal pal of his named Doug. Tom feared that
from now on he would be known by names far worse than "oddball" or "weird-o
boy", that he would now be labeled "queer", "homo" or that "fag tv jack-off
queen" by people not known for their tolerance of local folks choosing to
embrace alternative life-styles. Tom just knew he wasn't strong enough to
deal with that; the ugly rumors about his private life which had plagued him
during his senior year in high school had almost made him a nervous wreck.
But to have someone who knew the truth and slightly twisted it to humiliate
him in public was just too much, because as much as he hated the small town,
small mindedness of many of the citizens of Fairview, Fairview was still his
home and he had nowhere else to go. This was just one more nail in the
lonely coffin that had been his life, so Tom made the decision that night in
early summer to once and for all take the final steps needed to finally bury
his coffin under the ground. He opted to take the easy way out by overdosing
on his aunt's extremely strong prescription sleeping pills, washed down with
lots of vodka and V8 Splash fruit drink. But the astonishing appearance of
Mr. Blue Lips and The Amazing Remote Controller had changed everything that
night in early June by somehow allowing Tom the opportunity to actually
physically interact and mind control the sexy, mature suit daddies he had
fantasized about for years and of course the only interaction a horny,
frustrated twenty year old virgin like Tom was interested in was of a sexual
nature, which led him to finally experience his first taste ever of Real Man
Cock by controlling the extraordinarily well endowed Mr. James Carville and
giving him a hand-job and nut-bursting blow-job live on "The Tonight Show".
     And naturally when he returned to his room after making the man shot
streams of cum-juice, as well as Tom squirting his own wad into his shorts,
Tom wanted to switch channels and go on another program and dive into
someone else's suit pants, but Mr. Blue Lips went on to explain the rules
regarding the limitations and unique properties of the Remote Controller
which by that time had mysteriously vanished. Tom was told that for one
thing, if he exited a session, he could not use The Remote Controller a
second time because it required a hell of a lot of cosmic energy to reshape
reality and that Tom's own sense of self worth and acceptance of himself was
the sole energy source for the device which had to be re-charged after every
session; that meant for Tom to use The Remote Controller anytime soon, he
couldn't afford to waste energy wallowing in self doubt and self pity
because of what people may be saying or thinking about him. And sitting
around just watching tv in his room and not being out in the world living
his life was an awful drain, and in no way could generate enough energy to
power the device up.
     Tom had been an unmotivated couch potato for all of his life; how could
he muster up the will to turn his life around all of a sudden? But with the
strong images of Carville's fat cock and memories of his manly body scents
whirling throughout his sexually ignited brain Tom, over the next weeks,
proceeded to get his act together and devised a New Plan for getting his
life in order to became a more determined and fiercely motivated person.
     Tom did find it a bit ironic that for him to be able to travel within
Television Land, he had to give up watching as much tv as he used to do;
he'd become a full time working stiff who no longer had time to stay a couch
potato any longer. He had quit the no-nothing job he'd held since his high
school freshman days at Big Fat Burgers, applied for a loading dock job at
Walsh Chemical and was hired, much to his surprise, to instead work behind a
desk in shipping  and receiving, giving up flipping burgers to pushing
pencils, wearing a shirt and tie and working with five other women (old
enough to be his mother), as well as under the affable father figure who ran
the department.
     For a while Tom was somewhat discouraged as he struggled a little to
get a handle on his new job at the plant, but after a time he found his way,
mainly due to the kind tutoring provided by Mr. Dana Colt the department's
supervisor who had for some reason taken an immediate liking to him and
spent a lot of time with Tom, always encouraging him and touching him on his
arms, shoulders and tapping his thighs to emphasize a point whenever they
were seated together. He had even taken Tom on a private early morning tour
of the facilities, bumping shoulders as they walked side by side and had
invited Tom often into his private office to engage in lunchtime
conversations, sometimes talking about computers, which was one of Colt's
many passions(which in turn sparked Tom's own curiosity about PCs)but they
mainly discussed tv crime series and film noir detective movies they'd
discovered they shared an interest in. So Tom really liked the man; and it
didn't hurt matters any that Dana Colt bore a strong, striking resemblance
to actor John Finn, only he was a little out of shape, shorter in height and
a few years older than the actor and had even less hair than Finn; he had a
nice, round little paunch which hung a bit over his belt buckle and Colt
always wore white dress shirts with bow ties, mostly with the jacket off and
his sleeves rolled up and tight polyester trousers. And while Tom was only
attracted to those daddy and grand-daddy tv cop, doc and lawyer types, he
had to admit he wouldn't toss Mr. Colt out of bed--not that it would even be
a possibility, of course!
     So while his new job became easier to grasp, the days stretched into
weeks, then months and still no sign of Mr. Blue Lips or The Amazing Remote
Controller despite Tom's diligence, working over time hours and even on
weekends. Each day Tom fought back the disappointment of not having The
Remote Controller in his life by reliving in his mind his time with James
Carville by pulling the souvenir he had brought back with him out of his
closet, Carville's aromatic suit coat, reminding him of what awaited him if
he stayed on his positive course of action.
     And that meant working a half shift this Saturday despite finding out
that TNT was showing a "The Practice" two parter that morning staring John
Finn portraying an arrogant police detective butting heads with the
displaced Boston-based legal team in Los Angeles to help a friend of Lindsey
Dole's on trial for murder. Tom had seen the episodes before, but he still
got a kick out of watching Finn's character be such a big jerk, so he was
glad that he'd saved up his money over the summer and one of the things he
bought was a vcr. Before going into work that morning, he set the timer so
he could record and watch the programs later that night.
     Well, the four overtime hours turned into six as Mary Ann, Jodi and he
corrected errors made by Denise( who weaseled out of coming in) then caught
up on some other things which needed to be addressed. When Tom finally
punched out  that afternoon, he didn't want to go straight home, so he took
in a matinee at The Palace. The movie was a three hour swords and sandals
epic wanna-be, and Tom soon lost interest, leaving before the movie
concluded. He arrived at home just in time for Aunt Maisey's lemon chicken
and rice dinner which she made every other Saturday and was one of Tom's
favorite dishes.
     Over the months Maisey noticed her nephew's new demeanor and wondered
what was going on with him. Whatever it was, she decided that she liked the
change in the boy and began to appreciate him more(whenever she put aside
her Shelly-Davis wine to even notice his presence).
     So Maisey and Tom took their plates into the living room and spent the
rest of the evening watching tv. First there was the local and Network
newscasts followed by two back to back repeat episodes of "The Drew Carey"
show, then finally they settled in for what Aunt Maisey called her "Night
For Crime" which consisted of two episodes of "Cops", then "America's Most
Wanted". Another hour of the local news followed and usually by 10:45pm Aunt
Maisey was dozing off, and tonight was no exception. Tom nudged his aunt
awake, suggesting that they call it a night, so Aunt Maisey said she'd turn
off the lights downstairs then head for bed as Tom, after washing their
dinner dishes and grabbing a couple of beers went upstairs to his bedroom to
watch "The Practice".
     Tom had used a tape to record the two episodes which already had bits
he had recorded previously from movies and a tv series staring his favorite
Irish suit daddy: there were two episodes of "Cold Case" where Finn
portrayed the cold case commander, Lt. John Stillman. Tom had also recorded
the Lifetime movie "I Posed For Playboy", only keeping the scenes with Finn
in them where he sizzled, wearing skin tight faded jeans and open collared
plaid shirts which allowed his thick forest of dark chest hair to spill out,
climbing upward towards his lower neck. The other movie was "True Crime",
where Finn was in paternal sympathy mode, displaying a calm, caring demeanor
towards a prisoner facing the death penalty who claimed he was an innocent
man; in that movie he wore a tight form-fitting California Department Of
Corrections uniform which covered a solid, muscular frame that Tom just
wanted to nibble on from head to toe and Tom again had only recorded John
Finn's sequences.
     So Tom rewound the vrc to the beginning of "The Practice", turned on
the tv sitting on the edge of his dresser, sat down in the old recliner next
to his unmade bed, took a big swig of beer and got comfortable as the
program began to play.
     The first part was titled "New Evidence", the second one "Hammerhead
Sharks" and the episodes explored the displaced Boston legal firm's
frustration with the California legal system as they tried to prove that
their apparently guilty-looking client was in fact innocent, while getting
no help what so ever from either the insufferable Boston-hating judge who
loved to mispronounce the firm's home state as "Massa-chew-stis" played with
prissy glee by actor Anthony Heald, nor from the stubborn cop who headed the
homicide investigation which led to the arrest of accused murder suspect
Dennis Mills, Det. Henry Dokes played with acerbic venom by John Finn, whose
character had a particular hate-on from the first time they'd met for lawyer
Jimmy Berluti, and made it very plain that he'd take great pleasure in
personally placing as many roadblocks in the Boston firm's way as he could
manage, anything to impede the lawyers' attempts to gather new evidence
against a man Dokes believed in his heart was guilty as sin and was just
lucky to be represented at the last minute by a group of out-of-town legal
bottom feeders who would use, and from what he had gathered, had used every
underhanded trick in the book to acquit many of their less than reputable
clients; Mills more than not was just another notch on the firm's belt of
unforgivable acquittals.
     Tom was beginning to enjoy the first showdown between a very amiable
Berluti who was asking for a helping hand from the sarcastic Det. Dokes in
the L.A. police department squad room when all at once the picture began to
roll.
     "Hey," Tom started, then watched as the screen went dark. "No, no, NO!"
he shouted at the blank screen which suddenly filled the room with the hiss
of white noise as static snow began to glow from the tv screen.
     "Awww, what the fuck--" Tom moaned in frustration. "Cheap ass tv--cheap
ass vcr! Don't screw up on me now!"
     He snatched up the remote from off of the night stand to turn off the
vcr before his tape got ruined and noticed that it felt much larger than his
usual, slender vcr remote and brought the device up quickly to stare in
disbelief at what he'd been waiting to hold again for so long. A grin slowly
began to spread across his face as he muttered to himself, "Oh--my--"
     "--God?" a deep voice said. "Afraid not suit-sucker, but the Big Guy
and I do share some similar attributes--you know, like the ability to create
something out of absolute nothingness, not to mention that little ol' shtick
of bending and twisting reality to suit our purpose, like helping a wayward
soul see the light--or in your case, lick a dick!"


                                     Part Two   To Hump And Suck In L.A.

     Tom looked at his tv and saw those large familiar looking pair of
cartoonish blue lips flashing a grin at him like the disembodied smile of
Lewis Carroll's Cheshire Cat, floating in the static field of his television
set.
     "Hey there Tommy Boy--did ja miss me?" The deep, smooth melodious
soul-man tones flowed over Tom from the tv like sweet, silky, seductive jazz
while he stared reverently at the black Amazing Remote Controller held
gingerly in his hand.
     "Awww," the blue lips sighed. "It `tis a glorious sight to behold when
two young lovers separated by time and space are reunited again!"
     After a moment, Tom was finally able to pull his attention away from
The Remote Controller and address the talking mouth hovering in his tv set.
     "Mr. Blue Lips--finally! God, it's taken ages...I-I thought you'd never
show up again!"
     "Hmmm...Mr. Blue Lips--cute, that's real cute...don't know if I like it,
but it could grow on me. Yes, I think it'll fit rather nicely! Anyway, I
know it has been a long time, but the wait has been worth it, don't you
think so Burger Boy? Oh, but I guess I can't call you that any more, can I?
I mean--look at you! And without those old ugly glasses too--contacts, am I
right? Well, you look real good kid--lost some weight too! Ain't you just
the little over-achiever! Now this is what I was hoping to see T.T., you
being out there embracing life instead of hiding from it. And holding down a
real job at last--what could be better than finally working for decent wages
at Walsh Chemical; and in an office too, which has to be a lot better than
breaking your back on the loading dock--but it was good that you were
willing to do it, and that's important. You even have a benefactor, a not so
secret admirer whose willing to guide your progress as well as watch your
back."
     Tom had been familiarizing himself with The Remote, but after hearing
that last statement, glanced over at the tv screen. "What are you talking
about?" he asked.
     "Oh now, don't play dumb with me swizzle dick; don't pretend that you
haven't noticed the way Dana Colt looks at you, and how he manages to touch
you whenever the two of you are together?"
     Tom screwed his face up in reaction to Mr. Blue Lips' ludicrous
insinuation, then suddenly burst out laughing out loud.
     "Oh man, who...Mr. Colt? Sheesh, he's married, been married for years
even if there are no kids, at least according to the office ladies. And
while I'll admit he's not a bad looking man, because he does remind me of
John Finn a little, and he's kinda sexy, especially with his jacket off and
the sleeves of his shirt rolled up over his forearms; he's just a very
personable touchy-feely kind of guy whose taken a fatherly interest in me
for some reason."
     "Oh, I know the reason T.T.," the lips said smugly.
     "He just realized that I really needed a decent paying job," Tom
remarked. "And he more than likely is appreciative of the fact that finally
there's another guy in the office hen house now, another guy to bond with."
     "Oh yeah, he'd just love to bond with you, alright!"
     "Jeez! If it wasn't for him helping me get a handle on my duties, I
would more than likely be out on the loading dock, if not fired by now; he's
my boss and he's a friend, and as you know I don't have anyone I dare call a
  friend now; but friendship is all it is, so knock it off Lippy and get
real--he just isn't that kind of guy."
     "Why, because he's real and not a fantasy detective from some tv show?
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy...sometimes you can be so fucking clueless! Your gay-dar
scanned that closet case homophobic psycho ex-chum of yours, Doug, without
setting off one warning beep to let you know that the guy was not ready to
face what he knows he is deep down and would rather deflect his fear of
being gay by focusing his anger in your direction because you happen to
remind him of the thing he really wants, and by humiliating you and calling
you queer in public after you confided certain things to him, he convinces
himself that he's not a fag like you; and now you're missing picking up on
Colt's oh so obvious Blue`s-clues, flashing like a laser light show in your
face!" The lips let out a long, deep sigh, then concluded by saying, "Maybe
a tv suit daddy is the only cup of tea you can drink after all."
     "Well, like--DUH!" Tom sneered. "Just forget about all that crazy Colt
nonsense and let's talk about something really important--So...you have to
admit that I've made the correct moves, right? I've worked very hard for a
really long time, so please tell me that this thing is fully charged and is
ready to take me away!"
     "There's so much juice in The Remote Controller now that you're going
to be absolutely amazed by what things it'll allow you to do this time. I
have to tell you that we all are very proud of your progress, kid! You still
have a ways to go, and you have to maintain these great changes you've made,
but I agree you are on the right path. I told them that all you really
needed was the right motivation to jump start the changes needed to redirect
your life and if I could provide you with the proper incentives to move in
the right direction you would--"
     "Wait a minute...who are `They"?" Tom asked, casting a suspicious eye
towards Mr. Blue Lips.
     "Trade secret son--just know that there are concerned elemental forces
interested in you reaching your full potential and learning what is truly
valuable in life. So, for now though--where do you want to go, and who do
you want to blow?"
     "First," Tom said and reached over to open the top drawer of the night
stand to pull out a black cloth pouch with Velcro straps. "Look at this!"
Tom stood up and held the object out towards the tv.
     "Well, aren't you the clever one," Mr. Blue Lips said. "A nice little
holster for The Remote. Did your auntie sew that together for you?"
     "No, I bought it smart ass," Tom said through a smile as he opened his
belt to slip on the holster. "It's to hold the older, larger style model of
cell phone, but it'll do just fine for The Remote Controller." After
fastening himself up, Tom thought for a moment about all the John Finn
material he had recorded over the past months, realized how difficult it was
going to be to choose between all the sexy, masculine characters the actor
had portrayed.
     "Can I pop into movies and tv series that are recorded on my vcr the
same way I jumped onto "The Tonight Show"?" he asked.
     "Whatever is playing on your tv is fair game T.T."
     "Well, what if there are multiple programs on one tape? You said that
after a session, The Remote Controller exits our plane of existence to
recharge; what if my sessions involve visiting various scenes from
everything I've recorded?"
     Mr. Blue Lips gave a long, drawn out whistle before answering. "Boy
T.T.--aren't you the greedy little dirt devil! That would require a lot of
power, and you could run the risk of draining The Remote before you finish
draining all of your precious, chosen big dick daddies!"
     "But it's John Finn for fuck sake! I've got recordings of him playing
characters from 1991, all the way to the present--how can I choose only
one?" Tom lamented.
     Mr. Blue Lips stuck the tip of his sapphire tongue out of the corner of
his mouth as if mulling over a very difficult math problem for a few moments
before flashing a wide, blue toothy grin at Tom.
     "Tell you what T.T.--give it a shot, see if you get your wish or if you
succeed in shattering that whole space-time-parallel-universe-continuum
thing. Really, I bet the worst thing that'll happen is that The Remote will
just shut down and shoot you back here to your bedroom and slip away to
re-energize itself."
     "B-But how? How do I go from one scene to the next? Just use The
Remote's fast forward button? Do I hang out around the set until they wrap
up a scene, then wait for John Finn to go to his trailer or dressing room,
fast forward into the next recorded bit when I'm done with him, or tell The
Remote Controller the title of the next segment and hope that I'll be
whisked away to the next recorded event?"
     "Ahh, the abilities of The Amazing Remote Controller are truly strange
and mystifying!" Mr. Blue Lips intoned in a loud, booming omnipotent voice,
complete with arena size echoing reverb. Then, in its silky midnight radio
disc jockey voice continued to explain to Tom, "Just remember that this is
more than just a souped-up tv remote which provides a threshold between
cosmic planes. Visualize in your mind what you want, then just talk directly
to The Controller and it should do exactly what you tell it to, as long as
there is still enough energy.
     "And one thing I didn't tell you before on your first maiden voyage is
that out of all The Remote's features, the use of the fast forward and
rewind controls eat up a lot of power, so don't try to replay your
sex-capades over and over again, or even replay entire scenes whether their
sexual in nature or not because trust me, even more than the "P" or "G"
modes, "FF" and "RW" are power killers and will shoot you out of Television
Land faster than Michael Jackson running away from the natural color of his
own skin!"
     Tom looked down at The Remote, saw the lit buttons all aglow with
energy and considered his options.
     "Well, if my John Finn compilation tape hasn't been damaged, I would
like to see how they filmed those episodes of "The Practice", Tom said
pointing The Remote Controller at his tv and saw his vcr turn on and began
to play the tape again.
     "Remember Tom," Mr. Blue Lips advised him, "Once you're inside, you are
not limited by your pre-conceived notions of how you remembered  a scene
playing itself out...the reality inside has its own momentum, its own flow,
but it is also your own playground and you can do, now hear me T.T., you can
literally do anything you want...and so will anyone you instruct The Remote to
control. So, happy tape-surfing Tommy Boy and suck as many hairy Blarney
Stones as time and your own endurance will allow!"
     As the lips faded away into the static field, Tom squared his
shoulders, took a deep breath, then pressed the "enter" button on The Remote
Controller. He felt a pleasant prickling sensation slide down his body from
the top of his head to the tip of his cock and in the blink of an eye found
himself suddenly standing in the quite noisy, busy hallway of some building
and standing there in the middle of two intersecting corridors over by the
elevators was John Finn, wearing a gray sports jacket, slacks, shirt and
printed tie, his arms folded over his chest and a mean looking scowl
plastered on his virile Irish mug.
     Tom's elation over being in the same area as the actor suddenly turned
into shock--something wasn't right. He felt as if he was in an actual
building and not on a sound stage. And if this in fact was a location shoot
in a real courthouse, where were the camera crews? Where was the director,
the production assistants, the film and sound equipment?
     Looking around, Tom observed that the courthouse hallway was lit by
ordinary suspended light fixtures and the people going about their business
were not Hollywood extras instructed to create a background ambience, but
were real officers of the court, lawyers, prosecutors, city officials and
everyday citizens.
     Tom pressed "pause" on The Remote, stuck it into his make-shift holster
and walked down the corridor towards John Finn while taking in the sights
around him--the frozen people, the marble finish, the polished wood and the
shiny tile floors, the subdued-painted walls and high ceilings; even the
echoing sounds of his own footsteps helped define the solidness of his
surroundings. And Tom began to laugh as realization of where he was began to
dawn upon him.
      "This is sooo much better than the Tonight Show," Tom marveled out
loud. "This isn't a tv set...now I get what Mr. Blue Lips meant about bending
reality--hell, this is creating reality! All of this is real!"
     Tom held out his arms and spun around slowly. "I must be in a real Los
Angeles courthouse and...and all of these people are real, with names and
lives, not actors playing roles assigned to them..."
     He stopped, now just a few yards from Finn and he looked hard at the
man. Tom thought, What did this mean regarding the actor? If this place
exists in real time then, that must mean Detective Henry Dokes is real as
well!
     "Am I looking at John Finn or at a real Los Angeles homicide detective
named Henry Dokes who just happens to look like him?" Tom asked out loud. He
approached the man, touching his face, the five o'clock beard stubble
already covering his cheeks and chin. Tom walked around him, feeling his
department store bought sports jacket and dress slacks, even noticing the
smell of some cheap cologne the detective was wearing which failed to
totally conceal the faint odor of cigarettes, alcohol and sweat coming off
of him. Tom remembered that while giving testimony on the stand, Dokes had
admitted that he didn't drink anymore and was a member of Alcoholics
Anonymous--apparently lying about himself while under oath was not a problem
for the detective.
     But, this just had to be John Finn, Tom thought as he stepped away from
the man to observe him from head to foot. He has the same intense, blue-gray
eyes as Finn and the same thin, stern lips; the same thick high school gym
teacher-like neck and the same bald head with sparse, dark shoots of hair
sprouting on top from the rear, the head surrounded by a fringe of short
brown hair...he can't just be a look-a-like!
     Here was the same Irish hunk, Tom recalled, as he had appeared back in
2000, guest
starring on "The Practice"...but how could this be?
     Tom thought back to when he had blown and sucked off Carville on "The
Tonight Show", had taken the man's sweaty suit coat as a souvenir and after
zapping back to his bedroom clinging onto Carville's coat, watched the
conclusion of the program on his tv only to see Carville sitting on the
set's couch none the worse for wear, and still wearing the coat--the same
coat Tom held in his hands. Mr. Blue Lips couldn't, or wouldn't explain the
paradox...in essence told him not to worry, just be grateful he had James
Carville's dick in his mouth.
     Tom scrutinized the man for another minute, then quickly searched him,
found his wallet in his back pants pocket and opened it to see a California
driver's license and a few credit cards, all made out to Henry J. Dokes. Tom
slowly closed the wallet and stuck it back down Dokes' pocket while running
his fingers over the man's ass.
     "Shit," Tom muttered, stepping back a pace. "He looks exactly like
him!"
     Suddenly, everyone began to move and the corridor was filled with the
sounds of voices and footsteps. Tom had been so caught up in trying to solve
his nature of reality puzzle, he had completely forgotten about the "pause"
time limit. He could have paused The Remote again, but didn't because now
coldly staring directly at him was the spitting image of his favorite Irish
character actor, and Tom almost melted away from being so close to his
fantasy made real.
     But he was quickly slapped back to reality by the frigid glare of pure
hate racing out from the man standing across from him, whose scowling mouth
spat: "What the fuck are you looking at Nancy-boy?" right into Tom's stunned
face, the question laced with pure acid and vitriol. It was an insult the
character Henry Dokes, a bitter, resentful and just plain miserable excuse
for a human being would say to someone he didn't know but had been irritated
by. And Tom faced the fact that this man glaring at him was indeed  Det.
Henry Dokes and not John Finn the actor.
     Before Tom even had a chance to recover from the verbal blow, he saw
the detective suddenly look past him and shout, "Think you're pretty clever
don't you, back there in the courtroom!"
     Tom turned around to see who Dokes was yelling at and saw lawyers Jimmy
Berluti walking along side Eleanor Frutt, Bobby Donnell and Lindsay Dole
down the hallway from one of the courtrooms and Tom realized that this was
the scene where Dokes angrily confronts Berluti, who Dokes had dismissed
earlier as a mere ambulance chasing lawyer with only adequate legal
abilities and skills, a person so desperate for work that back in Boston he
had to stoop to advertising on television as Jimmy The Grunt: Lawyer For The
Common Man. But when he was put on the stand, Dokes found Berluti to be a
tenacious little pit-bull, firing embarrassing questions at him which the
detective had found difficult to answer and the lawyer disclosed Dokes' work
history as a lazy homicide detective and his bouts of heavy drinking, his
patronage of nudie-bars while on duty and a tendency to rush to conclusions
while investigating cases which often led to sloppy police work. After being
insulted by the detective in an earlier courthouse elevator confrontation,
the lawyer promised that he was going to "get" the detective during cross,
and he had succeeded by establishing a basis for reasonable doubt regarding
the detective's case, questioning if the cop indeed had the right man on
trial. Berluti had called into question Dokes' ability as a police officer
and brought up examples of the man's lack of character, all of it now on
record. And Dokes, publicly humiliated and brought to task for miss-judging
people and situations so badly, was furious at the short stocky lawyer and
was determined to take a big chunk out of The Grunt.
     Tom watched as the two men verbally went after each other and a thrill
rushed over him. It was like being in the middle of a play or how it must
feel to engage in role playing Play Station games(which he'd never owned or
used)...no, it was better than that--it was just like real life because, well
it was Real Life! He watched as Bobby Donnell and Eleanor Frutt tried to
calm down the two shouting combatants only to have Dokes turn his anger upon
them as well, lambasting them on their scurrilous legal machinations to
discredit witnesses in an attempt to mislead and confuse the jury just to
get their guilty scum-bucket criminal clients acquitted. Tom wasn't the only
one observing the loud, tense encounter now; others had stopped to watch and
listen because it seemed like at any moment a fist fight could erupt in the
courthouse corridor.
     Donnell had the final word as he firmly suggested the detective take a
walk and cool off. Dokes, with a hostile glare, dismissed the entire group
of lawyers as something less than the crap he would wipe off the bottom of
his shoes and turned towards the elevators while the lawyers rallied around
Jimmy, who had held up admirably under Dokes' angry accusations and taunts.
     Tom remembered how the scene played out on tv, with the camera still in
the corridor focused on the cast of "The Practice". But he watched Dokes
angrily push at the elevator button, waiting for the doors to open and
wondered what would happen if he followed the detective to see how this
played out? So Tom rushed over just as the doors opened to let a female
bailiff and a group of suited men off while Dokes and two other people
stepped inside. Tom slipped through just as the doors were closing and he
watched Dokes, the man's face red with anger, punch hard at the first floor
button where the other two were apparently also destined.
     Dokes, still scowling, looked up suddenly and caught Tom staring at
him. Dokes quickly approached Tom, aggressively forcing him towards the rear
of the elevator. The other passengers, a black-suited middle-age Latino man
with white hair and glasses, carrying a briefcase and a young woman in
hip-hugger jeans and a fire engine red leather jacket quickly pretended not
to notice the incident and kept their eyes glued to the descending floor
numbers flashing above the doors.
     Dokes had Tom backed up against the rear of the elevator and placed his
arms on both sides of him, firmly pinning him in and brought his face in so
close to Tom's that the man's strong mint-scented breath spilled over Tom's
face which, he was surprised to find had begun to bead up with flop sweat
from nervousness over what the volatile, unstable cop might do to him.
     "What--are you following me?" Dokes growled at Tom. "Why are you
eye-balling me Nelly-Belle? You were in the courtroom weren't you! You think
what that bastard Berluti did to me on the stand was funny? You think I'm
the butt to that fat fuck's joke, punk?"
     "Eh, look mister," Tom babbled, truly frighten by the man, who had
leaned in even closer to him. "I wasn't in any courtroom. I just arrived!
It's just...you look so familiar--have you ever heard of a guy named John
Finn?"
     "Never heard of the man," Dokes said, and after scrutinizing Tom's face
for a moment, saw that the guy was really scared and so he relented, slowly
backing away, lowering his arms down to his sides.
     "Well, eh, he's an actor," Tom began to explain. "He's pretty good too;
you are just the spitting image of--"
     "Who the fuck cares--most actors are fags anyway," Dokes mumbled,
abruptly cutting Tom off. "Not surprised someone like you would be
interested in that ilk. I'll tell you this only once punk--for some reason,
you bother me and I don't like to be bothered...I don't like you, so stay the
hell away from me, because I'm having a really bad day and I'm just aching
to find someone I can cloud up and storm all over."
     When the bell went off and the doors opened, Dokes gave Tom the same
dismissive smirk he had lobbed towards the Boston lawyers before stepping
out of the elevator.
     Tom leaned against the wall and rubbed the back of his hand across his
forehead and discovered how damp his brow was. Shit, that was intense, Tom
thought as the elevator began to fill up. He pushed his way through the
group in time to see Dokes head out through the glass doors of the
courthouse. Tom thought about how the confrontation scene had played out on
the tv show, how the lawyers supported Berluti and boosted his confidence by
applauding his handling of the detective both in and out of the courtroom;
how the plotline was continuing along its normal path this very minute while
he was about to follow Dokes away from the main action, and yet this here
was the reality of the moment, not the next scene from his recording of "The
Practice" episode. He was smack dab in the middle of the first of two taped
episodes of the series, yet reality was shaping itself around his point of
view and right now, he wanted to know what the scary detective was going to
do next.
     Tom raced through the doors, straight out into the late afternoon
sunshine of down town Los Angeles, California. Tom scanned the groups of
people going about their business looking for Dokes, who he quickly spotted
walking briskly towards a nearby municipal parking lot. Tom pulled The
Remote out of the holster and pressed the "G" button, which stood for `ghost
mode'. That feature allowed Tom's presence to immediately fade away from the
memory of anyone who observes him, rendering him virtually invisible so he
could move about freely and for a few moments he stood there, basking in the
warm sun, amazed that he was actually in L.A. Then Tom remembered his
objective and was soon right on the heels of the detective as Dokes found
his car and took off his jacket after fishing the keys out of his pants
pocket. Tom timed the opening of the passenger door with Dokes' opening of
the driver side, and got in. Dokes tossed his jacket onto the back seat and
slammed his door shut as did Tom. Dokes was still fuming with anger and was
unawear of his passenger door opening, but glanced up with a puzzled look on
his face after hearing two car doors close simultaneously so near him. He
looked about the parking lot, thinking someone must be coming in or about to
leave in one of the nearby parked cars, but saw nothing. Shrugging his
shoulders, Dokes reached over towards the glove compartment forcing Tom to
move aside to avoid being touched, because although he couldn't be seen by
the detective, Tom hadn't instructed him to ignore his physical pressence
yet, because things were just happening so fast; it really was like being
right in the heart of a movie, only much better and he didn't want to pause
the action for a second.
     Tom watched as Dokes pulled out a slender silver flask, flipped open
the cap and took a heavy drink from it. Dokes burped loudly, closed the
flask then placed it back into the glove box and Tom caught the scent of
alcohol.
     Alcoholics Annymous my ass, Tom thought as the detective started the
car and pulled out into the heavy L.A. traffic. Tom stared out of the car
windows, a happy glow beaming from his face while he enjoyed the sights and
sounds of the city. He had never even been out of Pennsylvania before, and
here he was, transported to the west coast! To know that he had the ability
to explore the environments of movies and tv shows was simply mind boggling,
as if having sex with any daddy he chose wasn't amazing enough. Tom watched
the stores, cars, buildings and the people of L.A. flash by while Dokes,
occasionally muttering "Fucking trial lawyers," to himself, drove on towards
his destination.
     When Dokes stopped at a traffic light, Tom took another long look at
the man; Dokes might be an ass-hole, but this bald-headed, suit-daddy was
just so fucking hot, in Tom's eyes...yet hot or not, the man had been one
hostile, condescending fuck to Tom, and the detective needed to be
humiliated...humbled and humiliated! And the thoughts of getting revenge upon
the man sent a jolt of sexual excitement coursing through Tom's cock. So
what if Dokes wasn't the real John Finn--maybe in the cosmic scheme of
parallel universes, he was a looking-glass image with aspects of  the actor.
To be honest, at this point, Tom didn't really care; sexy was sexy and this
man was the type Tom craved. And he always did love it when authority
figures in movies and on tv, especialty if they'd acted like jerks, got what
they deserved from the people they had bullied, and this bald-headed cop
most definatly deserved to be burned!
     Dokes had lowered his window and when the light turned green, leaned
out his elbow while stearing with his right hand and Tom glanced down at the
man's loose pants and his crotch. Dispite Dokes' tie hanging down partially
blocking the view, Tom thought `Nice basket' then slyly reached over and
used his finger to flick the tie aside and quickly ran his finger tips
lightly across Dokes' balls.
     The detective's reaction was immediate as he squawked, squeezed his
legs together hard, just as Tom pulled away his hand, and caused the car to
swerve.
     "Fuck me!" Dokes yelled, grabbing the wheel with both hands while
drivers angrily leaned on their car horns, one lady in an SUV throwing him
the finger as she pulled around him.
     "Yeah, well up yours too, bitch!" Dokes shouted to the woman's
tail-gate. He looked down between his legs and about the car, even tentivly
reaching his hand under his seat to search for a possible wayward varmit
that might have stole-away in his car and had a quizzical, shocked little
boy-look upon his mature face that had Tom roaring inside with laughter.
     "Goddamn," the detective muttered. "What the--goddamn..."
     As Dokes rubbed his nuts, checking periodically to make sure that
whatever had scraped them wasn't about to make an unwelcome return, Tom
again looked at Dokes' pants for a bit, smiled to himself, pulled out The
Remote Controller and brought it close to his lips. Let's just see how much
reality I can bend, Tom thought.
     "Make Dokes' pants tighter by two waist sizes," Tom said softly, "and
make the material thinner."
     Dokes shot a glance right at Tom and for a moment Tom thought the
phantom mode had malfunctioned because just for a split second, their eyes
met. But Tom's apprehension faded away just as quickly as it had appeared,
because it was obvious the detective was reacting to something he thought he
had heard, not to something he saw, because he was already turning his head
back towards traffic.
     After making a few more traffic light stops and a couple of turns,
Dokes soon began to squirm in his seat, tring to adjust himself; he even
reached down to tug his pants away from his suddenly uncomfortable balls.
Tom licked his lips at the way the pants now emphasized the man's large nut
sack, dispite the tie blocking part of the view again. Tom loved men wearing
ties because it was a key element of the suit-daddy mystique, but he hated
it when some actors, when playing detectives or other professional people
wore really long ties and the tips went over and pass their belt buckles.
Tom felt to achieve the right look, the tie tip should always stop at the
buckle or a shirt button above it because it was a simple matter of
symmetry. And there was the fact that when men with long ties sat down, the
damn things always blocked the view of their crotches!
     "Make his pants even tighter, as well as his dress shirt," Tom
whispered into The Remote, much quieter this time. Tom thought about giving
Dokes the nerd-boy look and said to The Remote: "Shorten his tie to about
four inches above his belt buckle...oh, and make his underwear dissappear."
     By the time Dokes had pulled his car into the police precinct's
underground garage, he was growling to himself because he had endured a very
unpleasant ride and couldn't wait to stop so he could get out and stretch
his legs, which he hoped would relieve the sudden tightness he'd been
feeling. He pulled into his parking space, grabbed his flask, holsted gun
out of the glove box and his sports jacket from the back seat, then stepped
out of the car; again he heard two doors close, but this time he didn't
ponder over the source of the sound because he had other things currently on
his mind as he slid on his jacket and tried to explain to himself why his
shirt now felt tighter across his chest and stomach and how he suddenly was
wearing pants that looked and felt smaller than what he had put on that
morning. He slid the flask into the jacket's inner pocket, put his gun in
the outside pocket, placed his hands on his hips and looked down at himself.
     "W-What the hell is this?" he exclaimed when he noticed that his tie
was shorter than it had been and that the tighter pants now displayed the
small lump of his flaccid cock. That was the reason Tom made the detective's
pants tighter, because he knew that it didn't matter what the size of a
guy's dick was--if the pants were tight enough, there would always be a
bulge, especially if there's no underwear, which the detective had realized
now were missing. Dokes ran his fingers under his belt and shirt and felt
the top of his naked hairy butt crack.
     "No-no-no-no-NO!" Dokes cried. "T-This is just crazy! What the hell
happened to my clothes?"
     Tom leaned against the car and just enjoyed the sight. Detective Dokes
had on really tight pants now and what they displayed was just beautiful!
The detective stood with his hands firmly on his hips, pushing aside the
flaps of his jacket, taking on a pose which for Tom was, with the exception
of a suit-daddy sitting down with his thighs spred open to show his basket,
the hottest thing a man could do; everything that made a suit-daddy so sexy
would be on display and Dokes was no exception now, showing his tight shirt
and tie, the shirt tucked neatly into a pair of pants with a belt and a lump
bulging behind the fly of his pants, and Tom moaned softly to himself with
pleasure. Now this was a Suit-Daddy to drool over!
     Dokes grunted in frustration, buttoned his jacket and yanked it down in
an attempt to cover the lump in his tight pants and the straining buttons of
his dress shirt as he headed towards the stairwell.
     Tom whispered again into The Remote Controller as he followed Dokes
from a distance.
     "Oh no, Detective, we can't have you blocking the view. Remote, make
all the buttons on the front of Dokes' jacket pop off."
     Which, much to Dokes consternation when he opened the door to the
stairwell, they did, one by one. He stood in the doorway watching the
buttons drop, his jacket remaining open and growled loudly to himself. Dokes
reached for his flask and brought it up to his lips after stepping over to
stand at the bottom of the stairs.
     Tom leaned against the closed door and watched the man take a swig from
the flask and quickly whispered into The Remote: "From this point forward,
put strong, fast acting doses of Viagra into anything Detective Dokes
drinks. Also make the effect of whatever is in his flask five times as
strong as it was; the drunker he gets, the hornier he's going to be, and oh
yeah...shorten his pants by two inches!"
     "Alright," Dokes shouted, looking around wildly because this time he
knew he'd heard something. "Who's there?" Dokes fought to stifle his rising
panic, because normally he could hold his liquer, fooling even the most
diligent observers at AA and at work, but this wasn't like him. And even
though his eyes told him that he was alone, his ears and his intuition told
him that from the time he'd gotten into his car there was a presence, and
Dokes was beginning to freak out, because it was just fucking impossible--he
was alone, he just had to be!
     After a moment Dokes took another drink from his flask, slipped it away
and said to himself "This is nuts!", then took the steps two at a time,
followed closely by Tom who was now most definatly in a Humiliate-The-Cop
state of mind.
     After Dokes entered the third floor Homicide Division squad room, he
went directly to his desk, opened the left side drawer and dropped his
holstered gun in, took off his jacket and draped it over the back of his
swrivel chair then sat down heavily, took another glance at his shrunken
attire and leaned forward over the desk and placed his shaking head into his
hands, as if he was saying `no'to himself over and over.
     After a few short moments passed, Tom saw Dokes suddenly sit straight
up in his chair and stare forward, his eyes crossing. Dokes then violently
shook his head, took a deep breath and reached for a pile of folders,
pulling out an orange one, opened it and began to read. Reading over the
detective's shoulder, Tom saw that it was the murder case which had Mills
currently on trial and figured Dokes was just reviewing his notes, so he
stepped over to the side.
     Tom thought about fast-forwarding through these moments because it
could take a while, but then he saw Dokes lean back into his chair, moving
around tring to get comfortable, and soon spoted what was agitating the guy.
Dokes' crotch was bulging outward and it was obvious the guy was getting a
boner and while the detective scanned his notes, his eyes occasionally going
in and out of focus, his right hand began to work its way down into his lap
and Dokes began to gently massage himself through his thin, tight pants.
After a moment or two, Dokes put down the papers, slyly glanced around the
nearly empty squad room, moved himself closer to his desk, then stuck both
of his hands over his crotch, rubbing himself hard. Dokes closed his eyes
and a grin came over his face, the first expression of joy Tom had seen from
the man all day. The sound of approaching voices forced the horny detective
to pull his hands off of his cock and sit up straight, his hands folded on
top of his desk.
     "Hey Dokes," a young black detective said who, along with two other
detectives, one blonde, the other older and balding, had just entered the
room with cups of coffee in their hands. "Lt. Hightower wants to see you,
said as soon as you got back from court to send you to his office."
     Dokes laid his hands flat upon the desk for a moment and took a deep
breath before standing up. When he did, he felt the room pivot and he fell
back into his chair. He stood up again, more slowly this time and shook his
head in an attempt to clear away all of the cobwebs that had suddenly
shrouded his brain in clinging strands of intoxication and surging lustful
confusion.
     "Hey man...you ok?" the black detective asked, a smile forming on his
face while he perused Dokes' tight clothing.
     Dokes, widening his eyes then blinking a couple of times to rid himself
of double vision, growled "Yeah, there's nothing wrong with me," as he
lurched passed the three men, unconsciously squeezing his crotch again.
     Tom and the three detectives laughed to themselves as they watched
Dokes openly maul himself. The men decided to hold him up a bit just to see
how long Dokes would pretend to be straight, because it was very obvious to
them that the guy must have had a few drinks earlier and was tring to hide
that fact.
     "Say, how did it go in court today?" the balding detective asked Dokes.
     Dokes stopped in his tracks but didn't turn around to answer. "It went
fine," he mumbled.
     "A little birdie told us you didn't come off too good up there on the
stand today Dokey," the blonde haired detective said, also beginning to grin
like the other two men, who all quickly wiped their grins off their faces
when Dokes turned to face the trio, glaring at them through eyes that had
become glassy and slightly un-focused. And he was still squeezing himself.
     "How many times do I have to tell you Corddry to stop calling me
`Dokey'? And my testimony went just fine, so you tell that lying big mouth
little birdie to pull its head out of its ass and get the facts straight
before I have to shoot it and drop it into a hot deep fryer," Dokes said
curtly, then turned to continue on towards the lieutenant's office.
     "Okey...DOKEY!" Corddry called after Dokes' retreating back. Dokes
stopped, hunched up his shoulders fuming, then continued on and Tom watched
the three detectives begin to laugh and mimic Dokes, the balding man hiking
up his pants legs so they were above the tops of his socks while the black
detective pretended to gulp down a drink, then staggered about, making
jack-off motions before all three moved towards their desks, the blonde
haired man remarking, "What an ass-hole," to the room at large.
     So even his own colleagues can't respect the man, Tom thought when he
had caught up with Dokes, who had decided to get a cup of coffee before
seeing the Lt. In the break area Dokes tasted the coffee, muttered
"Ugh...warm," then quickly downed the brew, and tossed the cup.
     "Fuck man," he said to himself, "Get it together! I've never felt this
stoned before, not from the little I've had...what the fuck is happening--" He
looked down and saw that his hand had grabbed his dick again. "Shit--why am
I so goddamn horny? This doesn't make any sense!"
     Dokes snatched his hand away from his crotch, but Tom reached over and
rubbed the bulge, surprised to find that this time Dokes didn't flinch, but
stood there, smiling from ear to ear, letting the unseen palm play all over
his crotch, giving in to the sensations firing through his cock by
undulating his hips for a few minutes, pushing his bulge gently against the
heel of Tom's pleasuring hand. But Dokes soon came back to earth by swiftly
backing away until he was up against the sink, and Tom dropped his hand.
     "Shit-shit-shit-" he muttered, spinning around to splash cold water on
his face after turning on the faucet. Slowly Dokes began to compose himself,
breathing in and out; he calmed down a bit, rolled his shirt sleeves up over
his forearms, then proceeded towards Hightower's office.
     Upon reaching the open office, Dokes stuck his head in. "You wanted to
see me Lt.?" Dokes asked a man sitting behind a desk looking down, reading
some reports.
     "Yes, come in Dokes," Lt. Hightower said without looking up, and Tom
saw that the man had to be only in his early thirties, with thick, dark,
longish hair and wearing a blue dress shirt and tie with gray suspenders and
Tom was surprised Dokes' superior was such a young man. "I want to talk to
you about your testimony today regarding the Dennis Mills case..."
     The Lt.'s voice trailed off when he looked up and observed Dokes
stepping over to take a seat in front of his desk, wearing the tight shirt,
pants and short tie.
     "My God man," the Lt. said. "Did the dry cleaners switch your clothes
on you, or did you wash them in hot water or something? Surely you didn't
appear in court dressed like that, did you?"
     Tom stepped in and stood behind the desk next to the Lt. as Dokes threw
up his hands and exclaimed: "Boss, I-I don't know what the hell is happening
to me today! T-This is not what I put on this morning, and, and--" Dokes
moved in closer towards the desk as if he wanted to confide something to
Hightower in confidence. "And I think there's someone...shadowing me!"
     Hightower leaned back into his chair clearly aware of Dokes'
aggitation, and suspected he knew the source of the man's stress.
     "Look here Dokes, I realize that this is a high profile case, but
you've got to keep your cool; we can't have the lead detective appear in the
media as if he's losing it, so you need to get your paranoia, or whatever it
is, under control right now. This case is a slam dunk...you got him, man! Now
I know about your personal struggles and the challenges you've faced and
over came, and to your credit you didn't let your own problems effect your
ability to do the job. You kept the case in focus, assembled all the
evidence and concentrated on the most likely suspect. Why in the world would
you let those Eastern-bred lawyers rattle you on the stand to the point
where you're coming unglued?"
     Dokes nervously wiped his sweating upper lip with the back of his hand,
but knew that Hightower was making a lot of sense; maybe he was letting
those snakes from Boston get under his skin more than he thought they would.
At that point, Dokes felt a lurch in his pants and he quickly stuck his
hands over his lap, and Tom watched lustfully as the detective tried to stop
from feeling himself up, yet just couldn't hold back. "How did you--what did
you hear?" Dokes asked with wide, uneasy eyes, finally succeeding in slowing
down his crotch action but by only a fraction.
     "Oh, I have my sources and they told me how it went in court and how
you were made to look like you're an incompentent investigator after the
lawyer brought up your past which, truth be told, doesn't always leave you
in the best of light as a cop. And that incident in the hallway between you
and that lawyer didn't help matters any, let me tell you. Look, can I be
perfectly frank with you Dokes? Dokes...are you even listening?"
     Hightower noticed the distracted gaze which suddenly was in Dokes' eyes
and Tom realized that the detective was succumbing to a double dose rush of
intoxication and raging lust which was breaking down the man's resistance
and inhibition.
     In one of the hardest struggles Dokes had to endure all day, including
refraining from punching that fat, cocky lawyer in the mouth, the detective
found the will power to force his hands to lay flat on the top of his
thighs, give his full attention to Lt. Hightower and nodded his head,
indicating that he was indeed paying attention to what his commander was
saying.
     "I know we've had our differences in the past," Hightower continued.
"And I know that my age is still a sticking point with you and some of the
other senior officers who, unfortunately are still locked into the old
school way of doing things."
     Dokes resented Hightower lumping him in with the senior officers,
because he knew that was the Lt.'s way of calling him an old man and was
about to voice his own opinion, but noticed that his left hand had begun to
inch its way back towards his bulging lap so he had to snatch it back to its
original position on his thigh.
     Hightower continued his assessment and said, "In all honesty detective,
you sometimes can be a frustratingly sloppy investigator, with some
questionable personal habits--"
     "Now, now wait one minute, Lt.," Dokes interjected, then closed his
eyes for a quick moment when he felt his vision blur and his cock throb
against the tight pants.
     "Just let me finish detective," Hightower said with a wave of his hand
to cut off any further protests from Dokes. "With that being said, I'm very
satisfied with your handling of this case, and I stand behind you one
hundred percent. Dennis Mills is our man; the evidence supports us and no
fast talking lawyer is going to be able to cloud the issue with reasonable
doubt by attacking the police. So take my advice and just relax, will you?"
     But Tom already knew how the story would turn out and that Dokes'
assumptions would eventually be disproven in court by the Boston lawyers who
will discover, in dramatic last minute fashion, a conspiracy involving
Mills' resentful wife and the husband of the murder victim, designed to
frame Mills for the murder whose only real offence had been his past
infidelity which served as the catalyst for setting in motion the elaborate
murder-frame-up plot devised by Mills' angry and vengeful wife who had
finally had enough of her cheating husband's affairs and hid her deception
behind a phony façade of support for her acussed husband.
     But Dokes nor Hightower would know the outcome of the trial for some
time and Tom was busy devising a plot of his own involving the rattled,
Viagra and booze inebriated Dokes and a few of his disrespectful colleagues.
     "So detective, get back on track and get to work," Hightower concluded.
"I see you're on phone desk duty this evening. I suggest you first catch a
few winks on one of the bunks first; and please, do something to take your
mind off those eastern lawyers, do something to relieve some of that
pressure you're under, will you? Dispite your performance in court today,
this case is not in jeopardy, that I can promise."
     "Ok boss, I think I'll snatch a cat-nap," Dokes said standing up and
quickly grabbing the back of the chair with one hand as the room spun around
him while at the same time shielding his ample pants bulge from the Lt.'s
questioning eyes with the other. "Whoa," he said as he regained his balance,
quickly moving behind the chair and bringing his other hand over to help
hide his throbbing embarrassment. "Stood up too quickly, there!"
     Hightower scrutinized Dokes for a moment, then dismissed the man by
saying to him, "There's a chance the DA may call you on the stand tomorrow
to midigate today's damage, so no overtime at the desk tonight. But pull
yourself together Dokes and show them what kind of cop you really are."
     "Yeah boss, I will," Dokes said leaving the Lt.'s office, and once out
of his commander's sight, staggered down the hallway. He stopped at a water
fountain and took a long drink, then headed off, presumably Tom thought, for
the detective squad's locker room.
     Standing in the hallway, Tom, his dream of having a sexual encounter
with the real John Finn now gone, thought about how he would have fun anyway
and get revenge on John Finn's doppleganger Det. Henry Dokes. And he knew of
three other detectives who would be the perfect participants to join him in
his little cop party, so Tom went back to the squad room where he found the
trio of detectives still at their desks. They were now the only occupants in
the small squad room, and obviously still talking about Dokes. Tom
approached them and soon discovered that the black detective wearing street
clothes was named Johnston, the blonde cop in jeans and a black t-shirt he
already knew was named Corddry and the balding guy wearing baggy slacks, a
loosen black tie, a dark green dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up over
his forearms was named Stanza, who currently was leading the conversation.
     "I tell you, the guy had a boner and was playing with himself!" Stanza
exclaimed. "I knew he and Hightower had their problems ever since the lou
came on board, and Dokes always had a hate-hard-on for him, but I never
expected to see him show up with one literally about to pop out of his
pants!"
     "I didn't think the guy could get a hard-on for anything but a bottle
of Jack Daniels," Johnston quipped.
     "But guys, he's in AA and doesn't do that anymore," Corddry said.
"Surely he wouldn't lie to his fellow brothers in blue, would he? Maybe he's
added an extra step to the Twelve Step Program, like instead of going cold
turkey with alcohol, he's taking a gradual approach to quitting--instead of
drinking everyday, he's only drinking every other day!"
     "I think the dude's stressing over his case," Johnston said. "That
lawyer really had him in the courtroom, exposed him as the screw-up we all
know and love."
     "Hey guys, we know that the bailiff said it looked bad today," Stanza
said, "But to give the guy his due, this is the hardest I've ever known
Dokes to work on any homicide case and it positively looks solid, or atleast
it did...shouldn't we all support our fellow detective in his darkening hour
of doubt and insecurity over his sure-win case showing signs of suddenly
heading south?"
     Not even five seconds elapsed before the trio busted out in raucous
laughter over the possibility of Dokes' murder case imploding on him.
     These guys are sweethearts, Tom thought, pulling out The Remote
Controller and hit the "pause" button. Then aiming it at the detectives, he
pressed the "command" button and spoke into the device's microphone.
     "I'll need you three to lead me to your locker room, and when we get
there, you all are to stay outside the door until I call you to come in.
When I do, you will find Detective Dokes there and at that point you will
see and hear me and will not find it unusual that I'm here or that you will
be compelled to do whatever I order you to do, say or feel. Dispite what you
may feel about Henry Dokes or about homosexuality, you three tough police
detectives are going to have a change of heart about them and are going to
find that watching Dokes engage in any sexual activity today and by you
forcing him to give in to his dirty urges will unlease all of your own new
desires and thrill you like you are all horny little teenagers again,
because the more pleasure Dokes receives, the more excited and horny you all
will become. I want someone to bring some bottle water out of the vending
machine, and someone else go find a camera, either digital or disposable
because I'm going to take a lot of pictures. Make sure that no one other
than me, Dokes and yourselves are allowed into the locker room to disturb
our playtime, because trust me fellows, you all are about to have something
really great happen to you; you three are about to have the times of your
lives breaking the uptight spirit of your fellow detective!"
     Tom pressed "play" and watched the three detectives stop their
conversation. Johnston went through the bottom drawer of his desk, pulled
out a small camera and said, "Here's my digital camera; I'll just delete all
the pictures so that there's more room on the memory stick--they're only
naked pictures of me and my girlfriend fucking like rabbits anyway." Corddry
added, "I'll get the bottle of water." and headed towards a vending machine.
Johnston and Stanza waited for Corddry to return with an 8oz. bottle of Deer
Park Spring Water, then the three of them headed towards their locker room,
followed closely by Tom.
     After going up a flight of stairs, they approached a door; the top half
had `Third Floor Homicide Locker Room' stenciled on the small square marbled
glass window. The men stopped and stood aound, not knowing why they had
decided to hang outside their locker room, but realized that they had no
choice but to wait there, to wait for something really great to happen to
them.
     Tom stepped past them and walked into the locker room while the
detectives arched their eyebrows in surprise at seeing the door open and
then almost close by itself, remaining open by an inch or two. But that was
of no concern to them; they would just continue to wait in the hallway for
something really great to happen to them.
     After Tom had walked by the first row of lockers and two cots, he heard
a whimpering sound and followed it to its source. Around another row of
lockers were several more cots and sitting on one of them with his back to
Tom was Dokes and Tom could tell from the movement of the man's shoulders
and the meaty sound of flesh on flesh that Dokes was furiously jacking
himself off, apparently taking Lt. Hightower's advice by relieving some of
the pressure he was under. Tom smiled, this time knowing that he would not
let himself be intimidated by the jerk, pulled out The Remote Controller,
pressed the lit "G" button until it went out canceling `ghost mode'. He then
returned the device to his holster, cleared his throat and said quite
loudly: "Well, well, well! What an absolutely beautiful sight...watching a big
dick play with his little dick!"
     Dokes jerked his head around, looked over his shoulder and spotted Tom
leaning against a locker who mouthed the word `Boo' before laughing out loud
at him.
     "You--" Dokes hissed and slowly rose to his feet to face the young
intruder. "You--you were at the courthouse; what--are you following me? How
the hell did you get up here? Get out before I kick your faggot ass!" And
Dokes, balling up his fists made a menacing move towards Tom, threatening to
do violence. Tom felt the detective would have been much more effective if
his big hard-on wasn't sticking straight out of his open fly.
     Tom glanced down at it, thought `not bad', although it was nothing to
write home about, certainly not in the same leauge as James Carville's huge
trouser snake(although it did appear a tad bigger than Tom's modest member)
and then asked, "So, what are you going to do Detective Dokes--beat me to
the ground with your fists, or knock me over the head with your thick,
dripping police truncheon?"
     Dokes, having forgotten what the intruder had just interrupted, looked
down and realized that his hard, leaking cock was still sticking out of his
pants.
     "Oh shit," he said and tried to tuck himself back inside which, given
the fact that his belt was still buckled, his cock was so hard and his pants
were so tight, was not an easy thing to do, but he soon had himself stuffed
back inside although he found zipping up his fly over his big bulge quite a
task to complete, especially with the room seeming to tilt every now and
then.
     Tom stepped forward until he was within a few feet of the man and
watched as Dokes finally gave up after getting his fly only half-way zipped
and asked, "Do you need a helping hand there, Detective?"
     Dokes looked up and glared at Tom, a vicious sneer on his lips. "W-Why
you motherfuck--" he growled and tried to take a swing at Tom. Unfortunatly
for Dokes his foggy lust-filled alcohol drenched state of mind had severely
compromised his fighting skills and all he succeded in doing was throw a
wild round-house punch which Tom easily side-stepped. Dokes' momentum
carried him completely around and he lost his footing, falling backwards
into Tom's awaiting arms, who then pulled the dazed detective over towards a
cot closer to the locker room door, then forced Dokes to sit down onto his
lap.
     "Oh, the big, strong detective is all tuckered out," Tom said softly
into the man's ear. As he tightly held the cop around the waist with one
arm, his other hand slid over the detective's big bulge straining under the
half-open fly, and wrapped around the hard tube of flesh pulsating inside
the man's humid, steamy pants.
     "Y-You let me up you faggo-oh, oh, oh shit--shit--" Dokes muttered as
Tom began squeezing and massaging the cop's thick bulge. Dokes dropped his
arms to his sides and leaned back against Tom, closing his eyes and giving
in to the pleasant sensations. Tom, always a male-scent hound, deeply
inhaled Dokes' work day smell from his neck and shoulders, then began
rubbing the man even faster.
     "Ohhhh, no...this--this isn't right--" the cop moaned and tried to move
up from Tom's lap.
     "Oh, you just hush and feel the heat," Tom said as he began working on
Dokes' fly, yanking the tab until he had the man's zipper open completely.
And although it proved to be as much of a chore for him as it had been for
Dokes, Tom pulled and yanked and eventually had the detective's hard cock
sticking straight up from the man's lap. The detective was leaking like a
faulty faucet and Tom rubbed the palm of his hand over the big, sticky
cock-head, then used the pre-cum to lubricate the entire throbbing dick,
swiftly moving his hand up and down. After a few minutes though, the
detective's weight was getting to Tom, so he figured it was about time he
call for some back-up.
     "Hey out there, you detectives," Tom shouted towards the door. "How
about lending me some helping hands!"
     The three detectives came into the locker room closing and locking the
door behind them as Tom stopped jacking off Dokes so he could rub his hands
all over the man's tie and dress shirt, over his stomach and up his chest,
leaving sticky trails on the detective's shirt and tie, then began to pinch
Dokes' nipples hard. The trio's cocks stiffened immediately at the sight of
Dokes' sitting on a young stranger's lap, the detective moaning loudly, his
eyes closed while his mouth formed a small `O'.
     "Awww, look at that mouth," Corddry said. "Such a pretty, pretty
mouth." Corddry stepped over placing his hand under Dokes' chin and began
rubbing his thumb around the open mouth, finally inserting it between Dokes'
lips. The detective quickly began sucking on Corddry's thumb who then began
to move it in and out of Dokes' mouth.
     "Damn, that's hot," Stanza muttered and began to feel his own trousers
getting even tighter.
     When Corddry pulled his thumb out of Dokes' mouth making the man's lips
pop, Tom stopped tweaking Dokes' nipples and told Johnston to place the
camera on the cot and saw the man's pants bulging when he dropped the camera
down next to his thigh.
     "Shit, look at his lips," Johnston said as he stepped back in front of
Tom and Dokes and began to squeeze his own hard-on through his pants. "He's
still sucking! Baby wants to suck on something really bad!"
     "I go something for him to suck on," Corddry announced, quickly
unzipping his jeans.
     "Give him some water first," Tom ordered while he reached up to unknot
Dokes' tie.
     Corddry pulled off the plastic bottle cap of the Deer Springs which had
a retractable nipple, pulled it up and stuck the bottle into Dokes' mouth
who quickly and noisily sucked on the bottle of spring water.
     Hearing Dokes gulp down the water and watching his adam's apple bounce
up and down with each deep swallow, as well as the man's close proximity and
sweaty aroma had Tom's cock as hard as a pipe in his pants which he began
grinding into Dokes' ass. He moved his hand up around Dokes' stubbly throat
after unbuttoning the collar and felt him greedily gulp down the cold water
while feeling a deep, throaty groan escape from him as the detective began
to shift his ass over Tom's cock.
     "Whoa, I swear his dick's getting bigger!" Johnston exclaimed. "Dokes
must really like bottled water!"
     After a moment, Tom instructed Corddry to set the water aside and that
it was time for the detectives to experience something really great by
having some fun with Detective Dokes.
     When Corddry pulled the bottle out of Dokes' mouth, the dazed detective
moaned in dissapointment and continued to pucker up his lips and suck just
like when Corddry had removed his thumb from his mouth. Corddry bent down
and lifted Dokes up as Tom grabbed the camera, took a few moments to
familiarized himself with it and began to snap pictures. Corddry held the
swaying Dokes at arm's length, then suddenly embraced him tightly, Dokes'
hard, naked cock smashing up against his thick denim covered bulge while he
forced his tounge down Dokes' throat.
     Just for a moment Dokes resisted, but Corddry reached down and gently
squeezed the head of Dokes' dick and the man quickly succumbed to the
passionate kiss and lovingly sucked on Corddry's thick, jabbing tounge.
     Tom sat back down on the other cot, checked the camera to determine how
many images he could capture on the camera's memory stick then told The
Remote Controller to modify the stick so that while he's in Television Land
he could take as many pictures as he wanted. Then Tom got comfortable and
clicked pictures of Dokes being passed around from one french-kissing
detective to the next, each guy making sure that they pumped Dokes'cock hard
while deeply kissing him. Tom pulled out his own dick and began jerking it
with one hand while taking pictures with the other and hungrily watched the
three men molest the zonked out detective. This certainly wasn't how I
thought this day would turn out, Tom mussed. Here he was, watching four
masculine men, police detectives at that, one who just so happens to look
exactly like John Finn about to start an orgy right in front of him in a
police locker room in Los Angeles, California! And as bizarre as it might
seem, Tom realized that he'd rather watch and photograph them at play
instead of becoming part of the show, atleast for the time being. So Tom
settled back upon the cot and prepared to watch Detective Henry Dokes get
deeply and passionately embraced by his fellow detectives.
     Tom had already loosen Dokes' tie and it hung untied down the man's
shirt front, which was now slowly being unbuttoned by Johnston who was now
kissing Dokes while Stanza, standing off to the side was slowly pumping on
Dokes' cock, his fist dripping with over-flowing pre-cum. Johnston pulled
Dokes' open shirt up from the waist of his pants and let it drop to the
floor. Tom was surprised that Dokes' chest wasn't as hairy as he thought it
would be. He'd known from watching that Lifetime Playboy Centerfold movie
and from an episode of "Law And Order" that John Finn was one hairy guy and
had the long, thick, dark type of hair Tom always drooled over, the type
that spills over the top of open-neck shirts and grows up over the neck
line. But Dokes was nowhere near as hairy as Tom had hoped and he realized
that this was just further proof that Henry Dokes really was not John Finn.
     Meanwhile, Corddry was now standing behind the man, humping the
detective's ass while reaching around to unbuckle Dokes' belt and open the
tight pants.
     "Eh, we should get more comfortable before I drop his pants," Corddry
suggested. The detectives slowly maneuvered themselves over to the cot next
to where Tom lay jacking himself off while watching and photographing all
the action and they soon had Dokes on the cot on all fours, naked save for
his black socks. Corddry then kicked off his own jeans and stood at the head
of the cot so that his waist was level with Dokes' head and again began
using his thumb to play with the detective's mouth. And when Dokes began to
suck again, Corddry lifted the man's chin up, grabbed his own hard-on and
began moving its big head all around the outside of Dokes' wet mouth.
     "Come on baby," Corddry cooed, "Don't deny the feeling. You know this
is what you really want to suck on, and I got a nice big one, just the right
size for that pretty mouth of yours, so...open it, open it...ohhhhh yeah, that's
it...finally, something that big ol' loud mouth of yours is good for!"
     Tom almost dropped the camera and shot his load as he watched Dokes go
to town on Corddry's hard cock, Corddry tightly grabbing Dokes' bald head
while he rather aggressively forced himself into Dokes' accommodating mouth.
     A locker door slamming shut distracted Tom for a moment and he looked
up to see Johnston retrieve a jar of Vasoline, dip in two fingers, pulled
out a huge gob, then walked over to the naked detective and roughly inserted
them into Dokes' ass, moving the lubricant all round. Then after dropping
his pants, but not kicking them off his feet, Johnston lubed up his own hard
cock, positioned himself behind Dokes and, without a moment's hesitation
rammed himself deep inside. Dokes groaned loudly, but Corddry just began
thrusting himself even faster down Dokes' throat and spit and pre-cum
dripped from between the man's lips to stain the cot's dingy sheets.
     "Hey, there's enough mouth to go around," Stanza complained, standing
off to the side with cock in hand, belt and pants open but still up,
watching the action in frustration. "Don't be such a pig!"
     Corddry just flashed him a grin as he continued to thrust himself in
and out of Dokes' mouth.
     "You can get yours...after I get mine..." Corddry said to Stanza and
winked.
     Johnston had grabbed Dokes' waist and was plowing Dokes' ass at a
leisurely pace, making sure he would not rush his climax, which was alright
by Tom who struggled with not cumming too soon over four virile men having
hot, sweaty sex right next to him. And he noticed Dokes alternating his hand
between jacking on his own hard, demanding cock and supporting himself on
the cot. Tom was about to order Stanza to give Dokes a blow-job when Corddry
suddenly stiffened up and pushed his crotch deep into Dokes' face while he
shot cum down the man's throat. After Corddry was done, Tom watched him pull
out and a long strand stretched from Dokes' mouth to the tip of the well
satisfied detective's wilting cock.
     "Ohhhh, that was just soooo sweet," Corddry sighed, and was then
unceremoniously pushed aside by an over eager Stanza who wasted no time in
shoving his piece poking through the fly of his stripped boxers and open
pants into Dokes' cum-filled mouth. A big smile was on his face as he pumped
himself in and out, throwing back his head in pleasure, his pants falling
down around his ankles as he moved. Dokes was forced to brace himself up on
the cot due to the fast and furious rear and frontal assault he was
subjected to, so his poor neglected dick throbbed and dripped above the damp
cot unattended, but not for long. What happened next proved to be Tom's
undoing because he saw Dokes' eyes fly wide open and heard his loud moan
above Johnston's and Stanza's grunts of pleasure as the man suddenly shot
out three swift bursts of cum, some of it reaching far enough to stain
Stanza's underwear. Tom couldn't believe what he was seeing--Dokes had cum
without touching himself and Tom dropped the camera onto the cot and found
himself shooting his wad as well as he quickened his pumping fist, aiming
his cock downward so that the cum shot between his legs onto the cot and not
on his clothes.
     Tom knew something about climaxing without touching one's self, because
it had happened to to him after he'd jacked-off James Carville on "The
Tonight Show", and it had caught him off guard because he didn't know such a
thing was possible. And now seeing this grown man getting assaulted at both
ends succum to the intense sexual pleasure by spontaneously ejaculating was
just too much for Tom and there was no way that he could hold back after
watching the big man bust his nut.
     "Oh, shit," moaned Johnston. "W-What just happened--the dude has a
vise-grip on my dick...ohhhhh GOD!" And Johnston, now deep into Dokes' ass,
threw back his head moaning loudly and Tom now knew that he, Dokes and
Corddry were not the only ones to cum now. Stanza, aware that his partner's
cum was filling Dokes' butt began moving himself in and out of Dokes' mouth
with a renewed fury and soon he too was shuttering as he shot off into
Dokes' well used and over-flowing mouth.
     For a few long moments, the room was filled with the heavy breathing of
five sexually satisfied yet exhausted men who basked in the after-glow from
a round of good, hot sex, the room full of the heat and stink from their
sweaty endeavor.
     Tom reached for The Remote Controller, pressed "pause" and leaned back
on the cot with his hands behind his head to rest and think. What now?
Although Tom had just cummed, and man, had it felt good, he still didn't
feel fulfilled. He had waited months to go tv-hopping and now that he had,
was this going to be it? Tom wanted sex with John Finn; realizing that it
would have to be with a character Finn had brought to life hadn't been too
bad...but the truth of the matter is, it just wasn't totally satisfying, not
with this Henry Dokes guy anyway. The detective had proved to be a smug jerk
and Tom had gotten off on watching the guy get humiliated by forcing him to
enjoy getting fucked over by three of the last people on earth Dokes could
imagine having sex with, as if the detective had any choice in the matter.
Anyway, Tom didn't actually know John Finn, what he was really like and so
he couldn't compare his personality to Dokes'. Tom was attracted to Finn's
sexy Irishman features, his eyes, that bald head and especially his thin,
stern lips which Tom saw as a cross between Gary Cooper and Dana Andrews; he
loved how the man moved and how he stood, and the masculine sense of
confidence he presented when playing various characters. What if Tom had
gotten the chance to meet the actor and found him to be abrasive and
dismissive? That sure as hell would have dampened his attraction for the
actor, just like finding out how much he didn't like Henry Dokes once he got
a chance to observe him. Perhaps it was better to get his Finn-fix through
the characters he portrayed rather than run the risk of being disappointed
from a one on one meeting with the actor in real life(although he personally
wanted to believe that the guy would be cool to hang out with).
     Tom concluded that this senerio had played itself out, and as he had no
desire to have sex with any of the heavy-panting detectives(who obviously
had just had one of the greatest experiences of their lives), and while he
could pop in and out of this tv reality at will without consequences, these
people apparently existed on some parallel plane of existence and must
continue to live their lives in their version of real time, so he pressed
the "command" button, feeling that he couldn't just leave them in this state
without redefining their new roles and outlooks on life.
     "Ok, fellows," Tom said, speaking into The Remote. " I really did enjoy
this a lot, but now it's time you all got back to work. You won't see or
remember me, but you will remember that you enjoyed what all happened today.
Help Dokes get dressed Corddry, but none of you guys are to clean yourselves
up at all nor change your clothes. Dokes will be your bitch from time to
time, but only when you guys are off duty; and Dokes, you'll learn to love
wearing tighter than normal suits and clothes without underwear and you'll
do whatever your partners order you to, but only when you guys get together
to have a sex playdate which will only be initiated by Dokes when he`s
depressed, and judging by your history, it will be often. I know you're
divorced Dokes, but if you other three are married, you will not let your
exploits effect your families and you all will do your best to keep
everything secret, because sex with Dokes, and Dokes, sex with Stanza,
Johnston and Corddry will be some of the most intoxing, addicting sex you
men will ever have in your lives, and that will cause you all to have better
life perspectives because of it, although with you Dokes, I guess once a
jerk, always a jerk. To make sure your co-workers never find out about your
new hobby, you'll not engage in sex with each other here at the precinct
again, although you'll sometimes pop boners when in the pressence of one
another, so feel free to take care of yourselves if you must--I'm talking
solo action guys, in the johns, or in your police-issued cars...you just have
to keep it from your co-workers and especially from Lt. Hightower."
     Tom shot a glance over at Dokes who was laying on the cot in his own
juices, and to his surprise, saw a strange expression on the man's face. It
reminded Tom of the look on the face of a little puppy dog hoping to please
its master, which Tom found really weird but it did cause him to modify his
marching orders for the detectives.
     "Oh, what the hell--it's really more than you deserve Dokes; Men, to be
fair, sometimes you gotta let Dokes here plow your asses and you guys don't
be too selfish-- play and suck the poor slub's cock every once in awhile
because trust me, he's going to need to have his confidence boosted real
soon. Now Dokes, when you find out that your murder suspect is proven
innocent by the Boston lawyers, don't be too devastated and fall apart;
learn from your mistakes and let your fellow detectives here comfort you the
best way that they know how, by getting drunk, loving to suck and giving and
getting a good fuck!"
     When Tom pressed the "play" button, he watched the men move about doing
what they were ordered to do without speaking, Corddry, after putting his
own clothes back on, helped Dokes get back into his sweat and cum-stained
clothes, occasionally rubbing Dokes' dick who nodded his approval of
Corddry's actions and returned the favor by squeezing Corddry through his
jeans, while Tom took picture after picture.
     Eventually the detectives went back to their squad room leaving Tom
standing alone in the locker room, feeling somewhat dejected. Why could he
only choose just one character, he asked himself with some bitterness. He
held the small digital camera in one hand and with the other, brought The
Remote Controller up to his face and stared at it.
     "Why only one character? Dokes looks like Finn alright, but this guy
wasn't what I expected. Damn, I just recorded too many choices and it's not
fair! Henry Dokes wasn't even that hairy, and hell--a hairy bald daddy was
what I wanted! Shit, I know that Finn is a hairy bear, like the character he
portrayed in that Playboy model movie...now that's the guy I should have asked
to be with, who I really want to see...Jimmy Lana--Jimmy Lanahan...that's his
name! Yeah, I wish I could be with that fucking hairy Lanahan right now!"
     Suddenly without warning, Tom's surroundings rushed by him while he
stood still and images flashed past him too fast for his eyes to make any
sense of them. Then for a fraction of a second, Tom found himself floating
suspended in a field of gray and white static, before the static came
together to form walls, a floor, bedroom furnature and a ceiling. Tom now
found himself standing in the middle of a bedroom, the midmorning sunlight
streaming through the curtained window and standing next to the bed, wearing
skin tight faded jeans and buttoning up a black, white and gray plaid shirt,
the sleeves rolled back to expose his very hairy hands and forearms was
another John Finn character, an expression of awe splayed across his face.
     "W-What in the hell? Who are you?" the man stammered. "How'd you get
into--"
     Tom acted quickly and pressed the "pause" button on The Remote
Controller and smiled. Tell The Remote Controller exactly what you want, he
remembered Mr. Blue Lips telling him, and he now realized the full extent of
what that statement could mean for today's travels in Television Land. He
could actually have them--he could have them all! Whatever characters he had
recorded on his compilation tape were assessable to him after all just by
asking The Remote to bring them to him, if he wanted them. And man, he
wanted them all right here, RIGHT NOW!


                                         Part Three    More Four-Way Play



     Tom was grinning like a happy, horny fool who had just won a free
life-time pass to all the goodies in a male brothel. The bedroom he was in
was of modest size, with a couple of dressers, one of which had a large
mirror. There were two chairs, a walk-in closet a small television and a
large king-size bed with lots of big pillows on it. More important to Tom
though was who else was in the room with him. Now, this was more like it,
Tom thought as he took a picture of Jimmy Lanahan and walked over to stand
before the frozen man, whose nice bubble-butt was emphasized by his tight
well worn faded jeans. It was obvious that the guy had just changed his
clothes, since a dirty green khaki work shirt and a pair of pants lay in a
heap on the floor next to a pair of muddy work boots, as if he had just
finished some yard work and had changed into cleaner clothes. Lanahan had
done up two of the buttons on the plaid shirt, leaving most of his stomach
and chest exposed to reveal a very thick carpet of long, swrilling hair
which grew up over his shoulders and around the lower half of his neck, and
aside from the Freddo Parisi character from an early episode of "Law And
Order", Tom fondly remembered the Jimmy Lanahan character from the "I Posed
For Playboy" movie as one of the rare opportunities Finn-fans had to see the
man in all of his extremely hairy glory and now, right here in front of him
was Finn's Lanahan. Tom instantly sprung a boner, then clicked two pictures
of the man, one a close-up of his jean-covered crotch and another of his
open shirt hairy chest.
     "Why oh why don't you show more of your hairy self on camera," Tom
rhetorically asked the spirit of John Finn. "On "Cold Case" your Stillman
character doesn't even loosen his tie; sometimes I think either the
directors or you must be embarrassed by the amount of hair you have growing
on your body, although you really shouldn`t--a lot of us out here love
bears!"
     Tom reached out and unbuttoned Lanahan's plaid shirt down to his belt
and curressed the hair on the man's stomach and chest.
     "Don't you know how sexy all this hair makes you and the characters you
play appear? Some idiots may think hairy guys are unappealing, but fuck
them! Hairy, mature bald men--now that's sex personified!" And Tom
remembered back in high school over hearing some girls talking about their
boyfriends and how one girl complained that her boyfriend was almost as
hairy as Coach Myers, whose curly gray chest hairs always stuck out of his
open shirts, and she just found that positively gross. Tom thought that she
was positively nuts; to him, there was nothing hotter than an older man with
lots of body hair, especially if he had little or no hair on top of his
head.
     Tom leaned in to run his nose through the thick hair and was slightly
taken aback by the man's strong scent, figured if the guy had just taken a
shower after changing his clothes, it must have been an awful short one. Tom
was into a man's scent and wasn't upset if he smelled a man who had an
honest day or two's sweaty smell about him as opposed to guys who were
simply hygienically challenged and too lazy to keep themselves clean,
because to him there was a big difference between the great smell of musk
and someone who just stank. Lanahan's odor was sharp and Tom couldn't quite
discribe it, but he knew that he savored the aroma--it was earthy, very
musky and he was fully aware of the man's sweat and unique personal body
odor underneath the faint fragrence of deoderant and soap and he found
himself totally intoxicated by the smell. While Lanahan's body musk was
similar, his scent was subtly different when compared to that of Henry
Dokes, and Tom began to wonder about the other Finn characters he had
recorded, like Lt. John Stillman from his taped "Cold Case" episodes and the
corrections officer Reedy from the movie "True Crime". How were they similar
to each other and how did they differ? Yes, Lanahan and Dokes both had been
portrayed by John Finn, yet Dokes obviously was less hairy than Jimmy
Lanahan, so were the other characters independent entities as well? And who
had the hairiest body, the baldest head, and most important, who had the
biggest cock? Tom just had to know, and he thought over how best to enjoy
all three of his choices by taking a page from the Henry Dokes sex manual
with himself standing in for Dokes in a sexual four-way. Being a voyuer was
sometimes fine and dandy, but Tom wanted desperately to have John Finn's
cock up his ass and in his mouth and in his absence, the actor's
doppelgangers would fill the need, and then some!
     With a mischievous smile on his face, Tom pressed "G" and then pressed
"play" and watched as Lanahan finished his question to an apparently empty
room.
     "--my bedroom...what the--" Lanahan said, and blinked his eyes in
confussion. He stepped forward and paused, looking about the bedroom. He
quickly dropped to his knees and looked underneath the bed, hoping to catch
the intruder hiding there. Lanahan slowly stood up, and after checking the
hall way and looking into the closet came to the conclusion that he was
quite alone; then he noticed that his shirt was open to his waist and
proceeded to button up again.
     "I must be losing it," Lanahan muttered after a pause, standing in the
middle of the room with his hands on his hips.
     Tom leaned against the dresser, turned off the `ghost mode' and pressed
the `command' button. Speaking directly into The Remote Controller's
microphone he gave Lanahan his orders.
     "Jimmy, you are to stand perfectly still. Hearing my voice and now
seeing me in your bedroom will seem perfectly normal to you and after I
finish giving you your instructions, you will begin to experience wave after
wave of sexual desires and have a powerful urge to engage in sex with men,
something I'm sure will be new to you, but the more you digest the idea, the
more you will be excited by the concept. You're about to see some men here
in the room; two of them are going to look very familiar to you, but you'll
not question this odd occurance, and you'll become even more sexual excited
when you see them. But you will find yourself much more attracted to the
youngest man you see here, which will be me and like I said before, you'll
want to obey every order I give you. You will have a strong desire to join
in with me and the other men as you all will have one main goal in mind
which is to engage in a man on man four-way sex orgy! Do you understand what
is about to happen here on your bed?"
     Lanahan slowly nodded his head and Tom noticed fine beads of sweat
popping out across the man's forehead. Tom brought The Remote Controller to
his lips and said: "Bring corrections officer Reedy to Jimmy's bedroom."
     And a second later, standing in the bedroom doorway was the stunned
officer from the movie "True Crime", wearing a guardsman cap and uniform
with dark pants and short-sleeve khaki shirt with insignia patches sewed
onto each shoulder.
     "Stand completely still officer," Tom commanded, and Reedy followed
suit. Tom noticed that the name badge had `I. Reedy' printed on it and
asked, "You will now hear and obey all of my commands. What is your first
name officer?"
     "Isaac, sir," Reedy answered in a low, deep voice.
     Tom snapped his picture, then walked over to stand close to the guard,
to take in the sight of this sexy mature man in his California Department Of
Corrections uniform. Underneath the khaki he wore a white t-shirt and Tom
couldn't tell how hairy he was, so he had The Remote make the garment
vanish. Tom reached over and unbuttoned two of Reedy's buttons and found, to
his surprise, that the guard's chest was as smooth as a baby's bottom! Tom
continued to inspect Reedy's uniform, a bit disappointed by the lack of hair
on Reedy's chest. At Reedy's buttoned right side breast pocket was a
clipped-on whistle and in his left side pocket was a pen and to the side of
that was his gold badge; above the badge, clipped to his shoulder was his
radio-microphone with the coiled wire flowing down the left side of his
shirt to connect with the large power-pack attached to his wide utility
belt, along with a baton, flashlight and mace cannister. Moving closer, Tom
observed that on the right side of Reedy's belt hung a heavy set of keys,
the key-chain clipped onto the rear right side of the thick black belt and
belt loop on his side and towards the rear above his bulging rear pants
pocket. Tom reached around and pulled out the man's thick wallet and opened
it, saw that Reedy had about seventy five dollars, three credit cards along
with a photo ID and license. The license was issued on 10/14/1999, expiring
in 2003, which ment this John Finn character was from 1999, while the
Lanahan character was from the earlier 1990's. Printed on the plate was the
name Isaac F. Reedy, his California address and next to that was a picture
of a non-smiling bald man with intense dark eyes who had little tuffs of
spiked hair sprouting across the rear of his bald pate with short dark hair
encircling his head. Tom stuffed the wallet back down into Reedy's rear
pocket, taking the opportunity to squeeze the guard's muscular ass several
times, finding the man's ass checks much firmer than Henry Dokes' seasoned
and under-exercised cop-butt which now, thanks to Tom's mind-control
suggestions would be in line for some heavy-duty work-out sessions in his
future. Tom took off Reedy's cap, tossed it on the dresser and noticed that
he indeed had a little more hair on his head than Dokes, while Lanahan
actually had the most hair on top than either Dokes or Reedy, which given
the sparseness of all of their folicle-challenged heads, wasn't saying a
whole lot.
     "I want both of you men to stand at the foot of the bed," Tom
instructed. "Isaac, you are about to experience the best sex you've ever
had, so get in the mood and start feeling real horny guy--let's see those
tight uniform pants fill up with your big ol' hard cock...play with it if you
need too. You too Jimmy--let me see those Levis bulge! But don't either one
of you open your pants or cum until I tell you to!"
     Both men, identical in physical appearance except for the varying
amounts of hair on their heads and what they had on, after slowly rubbing
themselves soon had the front of their pants tenting out substantially,
Lanahan's cock arching out towards his right front jean's pocket while
Reedy's tool pointed straight down his uniform pant leg and seemed to be
quite an impressive hunk of meat, similar in size to that huge bulge Tom
remembered snaking down James Carville's suit pants those many months ago.
After taking a few more pictures, Tom decieded to bring in the last player
to his game of bald heads and bulging cocks.
     "Ok, let's now have Lt. John Stillman from a "Cold Case" episode join
the party here in Jimmy's bedroom," Tom spoke into The Remote Controller and
now here was Lt. Stillman, wearing a red and white striped tie, white dress
shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his very hairy forearms, and loose fitting
navy blue pin-striped trousers, held up by a pair of maroon suspenders. In
one hand he held a folder, while his other one was in the process of
adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses so he could read the report, when he found
himself no longer standing in his Philadelphia police lieutenant's office,
but was instead in some unfamiliar bedroom with two other men who,
impossible as it seemed, looked exactly like he did, perhaps a few years
younger, while another guy stood off to the side, either in his late teens
or early twenties, holding what looked like a universal remote and a small
camera. The folder slipped from his hand onto the floor and Stillman took an
awkward step backward.
     "W-What is this," Stillman whispered.
     "Just stand completely still Lt.," Tom ordered. Tom observed that the
Lt. had clipped onto his waist-band on the left hand side his always present
chrome colored cell phone while his badge was clipped by the suspenders'
brace on his right. Tom also noticed that of the three men, Stillman's head
was completely smooth on top, the graying hair on the sides serverly cropped
close to his head and he did not have those sparse, spikey patches that
topped the heads of Dokes, Lanahan and Reedy.
     Tom approached Stillman, stuck two of his fingers between the dress
shirt buttons to feel a ribbed t-shirt underneath. After he had The Remote
make the t-shirt disappear, Tom was rewarded with the feel of a thick mat of
long hair, proving the Lt.'s chest to be as hairy, if not hairier than
Lanahan's.
     "Oh man, now this is what I'm talking about," Tom said stepping back
and then scrutinized the man. "Well, two hairy chested men out of four Finn
look-a-likes ain't too bad. Oh, Lt., Lt.,Lt...why must you always wear these
dark, loose fitting pants on the show? I mean, the other characters wear
light colored suits sometimes, why can't you? For every scene where you do
wear a light blue or brown suit, there are a lot more shots of you decked
out in dark colored ones...I can't see your shlong in those things! Hell, I've
never even seen Stillman in gray or smoke-colored suits...and those damn
directors are always tring to be so clever with the camera, always filming
you in extreme close-ups or with office objects in the foreground blocking
the view; when they finally do show a few body shots of you unobstructed,
you're usually filmed in a shadowed room, or with your back to the camera
and usually you're wearing those damn dark suits...well, this is The Tom
Traveler Show now, and I'm going to make some major changes, starting right
now!"
     Tom put The Remote back into the holster, placed the camera on the
dresser then walked back over to unclip Stillman's cell phone and badge,
placing them next to the camera and Reedy's cap. Tom then slipped his hands
under Stillman's suspenders, snapped them a couple of times against
Stillman's chest, then slid them over the Lt.'s shoulders and let them drop
down around his waist. Tom unbuttoned the waistband of Stillman's trousers,
slowly pulling down the man's zipper.
     "I hope you fellows are getting an eyeful," he said to Lanahan and
Reedy who stood off to the side still gropping their bulges, moaning softly
and licking their lips with mounting excitement.
     Tom let Stillman's pants fall down around his ankles to reveal that the
man wore plain white boxer shorts and calf length dark blue socks. Tom was
most pleased to see that the man's muscular thighs and calves were covered
with thick swrills of long dark hair, so he grabbed the camera and took
several shots of Lt. Stillman with his suit pants down around his ankles.
Tom then pulled down Stillman's shorts and exposed his heavy hanging hairy
balls and long thick cock, a rush of crotch musk tingling his nose.
     "Ohhh fuck...well," Tom observed as he took more photos, "Now I know why
you prefer wearing baggy pants!" If Reedy's cock came close in size to James
Carville's, Lt. Stillman's easily surpassed the Ragin Cajun's massive
trouser snake in length and girth. Putting down the camera, Tom just
couldn't help himself so he kneeled down before the Lt., unbuttoned the
lower three buttons of his dress shirt, then lifted up the man's heavy hose
and began licking the musky smelling cock. But Tom could only get a small
portion of it into his mouth as it began to stiffen up before gagging, so
after a few moments he backed off as Stillman's cock continued to bone up.
Tom took a picture of the Lt.'s semi hard-on sticking out from between the
folds of the man's white dress shirt and wondered how it would look encased
in a pair of pants, so Tom grabbed The Remote Controller and gave more
instructions.
     "Get rid of the Lt.'s underwear, and Reedy's and Lanahan's as well.
Also do away with Stillman's baggy trousers and suspenders and replace them
with very tight gray polyester suit pants with a black belt; pull up the
pants and place his phone and shield back at his waist."
     In an instant, Tom was rewarded with the arousing sight of Lt. John
Stillman wearing a pair of light charcoal-colored pants as tight if not
tighter than Henry Dokes' replacement slacks, the shield and cell phone
clipped onto the belt and the tight fitting pants high-lighting Stillman's
huge cum-cannon which stuck the fly of his pants way out in front and Tom
thought, Now, this is a cop-daddy to drool over! While taking more pictures.
He went over and began rubbing Stillman hard, squeezing the massive mound
underneath his pants, bringing the man's cock to its full length and there
was no doubt in Tom's mind now that Lt. Stillman's size positively left
Carville's monster dick in the dust.
     Tom slowly circled around Stillman, sniffing the man through his shirt,
moving his hands all over the man, feeling how the shirt shifted over his
fury body. Tom then dropped down behind the man and ran his nose over
Stillman's ass, encased in form fitting pants and caught a slight scent
coming from the Lt.'s butt. Tom then stood up and faced Stillman, reaching
down to feel up and squeeze the man's crotch. Tom loved the way the
polyester material felt sliding over the thick hunk of hard meat and he
began using both hands to kneed and massage the man's pulsating cock and big
balls.
     "Come on Lt., I know this is making you feel good--let me see you
express some excitement!" Tom commanded and soon the cop began undulating
his hips against Tom's palms. Tom heard a low, masculine moan escape from
the man's tight lips and he looked at Stillman's face to see the eyes behind
the wire rim glasses drooping, glazed and dazed while a cocked-eyed grin was
plastered upon his red, flush face. Lanahan and Reedy, moaning all the while
stared lustfully at Stillman and Tom, desperately clutching at themselves,
obviously wanting to get at their bulging hard-ons trapped inside their
pants, so that they could go plow the gorgeous young stranger playing with
that cop with the big dick who was also one tall two-legged slab of fine,
hot meat.
     Tom opened Stillman's pants slowly, loving the sound and feel of the
zipper sliding down over the thick bulge, but found it necessary to unbuckle
the belt and open the pants in order to pull the huge tube of flesh and
large fur-covered nuts out into the open air. Tom then refastened the pants
and buckled the belt, allowing the horny man's cock and balls to stick out
of the open fly, the rod angling downward, being too heavy to arch upward.
Tom yanked on it a few times then said to Stillman, "I'll get back to you in
a minute. But go ahead and keep yourself hard for me--but don't you cum
until you're given permission from me."
     And while Stillman grabbed his cock with both hands, pumping himself
furiously, Tom stepped over to attend to Lanahan and Reedy, who were both
gyrating their lower halves in frustration.
     Tom thought it was one incredible sight watching the two tall
bald-headed Finn-Daddy look-a-likes standing side by side with big throbbing
bulges in their pants, seething with volcanic sexual arousal, horny as a
pair of sexually inexperienced out-of-the-closet priests, sitting in a male
strip joint for the first time, ogling the naked merchandise, happily
denouncing salvation and celibacy after years of abstinace.
     "Let me have a go at your joy sticks fellows," Tom commanded, and
watched the men reluctantly drop their arms to their sides, all the while
still moving their hips to press their dicks against their tight,
restraining pants. Tom had them step apart from each other and stood between
the men, facing them. Then he grabbed their bulges and squeezed them hard.
     "Motherfucker..." Lanahan groaned in response to being felt up and Tom
decieded to concentrate on the sweating sex-hound.
     "Place your hands on top of your head Jimmy," Tom instructed and saw to
his satisfaction that the man's armpits were darken by seat stains. Tom
stuck his nose into Lanahan's left pit, buried his face in the damp plaid
material and inhaled the man's scent, now more musky than ever, and
proceeded to unbutton the damp shirt all the way open, yanking it out from
the waist of the jeans to expose Lanahan's hairy chest and belly, his sweat
glissening like beads of morning dew reflecting the sunshine filtering in
through the bedroom window.
     Tom loved movies and tv series where the director kept the camera on
men either dressing or getting undressed. Robert De Niro changing into his
fire investigator uniform was his favorite scene from the movie "Back Draft"
and Henry Fonda as the President in "The Best Man" showed one of his aides
just how quickly he could get dressed into his suit just to win a bet, while
in "Curse Of The Demon", after getting out of the shower with scientist
colleagues in his room, Dana Andrews' character got dressed in front of
them, and while he was off camera when he slipped on his trousers, he did
come back into the frame to tuck his dress shirt into his pants. So aside
from being surrounded by big dicks, undressing these men was fueling Tom's
flaming lust just as strong as sniffing and licking them had, and Stillman
and now Lanahan had been no exception, so Tom slowly unbuckled Lanahan's
belt, unsnapped the man's jeans and pulled them down, instructing Lanahan to
step out of them and kick them aside where they landed next to the pile of
Lanahan's dirty disgarded work clothes. When that was done, Tom slid his
left hand up and down Lanahan's hard cock while he began tugging at Reedy's
uniform. Tom discovered that he needed both hands to undress Reedy because
of the utility belt, so he had Lanahan go stand next to Stillman and
instructed the two men to help jack each other off while he continued
undressing Reedy. Tom's cock lept in his pants when he saw the Lt. use one
hand on Lanahan's dripping cock while he placed his other hand alongside
Lanahan's who had placed both his hands upon Stillman's mammoth meat, who
apparently had more than enough length, allowing all three hands to slide up
and down the massive cock with an inch to spare.
     Tom had to tear his eyes away from the outrageous sight, only to
quickly give in to temptation and leave Reedy for the moment to go and grab
the camera again. He snapped pictures of the two men, Lt. Stillman wearing
his shirt and tie and in the tight form- fitting gray pants, pants unzipped
but belted and buttoned, jacking-off Lanahan who was still wearing the open
plaid shirt and socks, while both he and Lanahan jacked-off his own monster
cock.
     After some time had passed, Tom sighed softly as he turned away from
the two men, placed the camera on the dresser again, then sighed even louder
as he faced a very sexy looking Reedy, the guardsman's dick bulging out the
uniform pants, silently begging for release. Tom ran his hands over the
bulge, then over the thick utility belt, playing with both it and Reedy's
uniform pants belt buckle before slowly moving his fingers over the buttons
on the khaki shirt, his hands gliding up over the guard's trim stomach and
broad chest, rubbing the guard's badge, flicking the clip-on whistle before
unclipping the radio and tossing Reedy's utility belt, keys, radio and
radio-receiver-power pack onto a near-by chair. Tom wanted to know what the
man's mouth tasted like, so he pulled Reedy's head forward to kiss the
guard. Reedy didn't wait to be told to return the kiss, he just stuck his
tounge deep into Tom's mouth after their lips connected and began pressing
his muscular body against Tom's. Tom felt as if he had been torn asunder
from solid ground and grabbed by a raging tornado, swept up into a swirling
red-flamed sky, loving every luscious minute of this sensual assault as
Reedy continued aggressively kissing him, reaching his strong arms around
Tom, holding him, hugging him, gently grinding his big cock against Tom's
own bulging hard-on in a close-quarter, lustful sensual dance that had Tom
wanting to continue wilting in the guy's arms forever and realizing that it
would be so easy to go ahead and shoot his cum just from being kissed so
powerfully; feeling Reedy's virile body through the man's uniform engulfing
his own sexually inexperienced one was bringing Tom close to the edge and he
was more that willing to flow over into the chasim.
     With quite a bit of effort, Tom forced Reedy back, abruptly breaking
the kiss so he could clear his head. "Whoa, big fella," Tom said, using the
back of his hand to wipe the saliva from his mouth. "We--I--I gotta take it
easy...gotta slow down a bit!" Even though Tom could order the men not to cum
too quickly, his own sexual prowess was another matter, and he wanted to
have his orgasm while he was the creaming center of a Finn-look-alike
man-sandwich, and he had already cum once today over Henry Dokes'
spontaneous ejaculation, and now here Reedy had almost made him shoot his
load just from that sexy embrace and those deep french kisses!
     "I gotta slow down, gotta slow down," Tom muttered to himself, and
shyly looked over at the handsome guard whose intense stare of lust bored
right through Tom like a diamond drill, and Reedy tauntingly ran his tounge
slowly across his own thin lips, and tossed Tom a hungry, wanting smile.
     "Ok, ok...take it easy fella, trust me--we're all going to get what we
need," Tom promised the guard. "But first...I need to set loose your
hounddog." So while the room filled up with the fleshy sounds of Stillman
and Lanahan jacking each other off, Tom proceeded to rub Reedy's bulge and
pants belt buckle a few more times before finally unbuckling it. The opening
and then disgarding of Reedy's uniform pants soon followed and Tom's mouth
dropped open as Reedy's naked cock came into view. It was huge, hard and
unlike the other cocks he'd seen so far today, this one was uncut. Tom gazed
out at the roll of cock-flesh covered by the shaft of thick skin which
bearly allowed the tip of the head to peek out even in its harden state.
     "Ohhh, cool," Tom gasped, never having personally seen an uncircumcised
cock before, atleast not outside of a book or magazine, so he set about
appeasing his curiosity about uncut cock by rapidly rubbing his fist up and
down this one, the sensation of loose skin moving over the hardness
underneath both strange and exciting to Tom.
     "Uhmmm, ohhhhh...," Reedy moaned loudly and deeply, closing his eyes and
tilting back his head as he jutted his hips back and forth while Tom pulled
on the guard's pud.
Tom discovered that the loose skin around the cock-head had become a
depository for much of Reedy's pre-cum and he stuck his fingers under the
foreskin to feel all of the fluids gathered there. He then encircled the big
cock-head with his thumb and finger and squeezed it several times as the
cock reached its maximum length. It was big and it was fat, Tom concluded,
but he believed Stillman still had the man beat.
     "This day has just been chock full of surprises," Tom mussed, now using
both of his hands on the slippery, leaking stalk while instructing Reedy to
step out of his tight uniform pants and boots. Tom's own lust had almost
done him in pre-maturely and by now all three sweating, grunting and moaning
men were well primed, so it was time to finally get his own cherry-ass
busted wide open by three of the hotest, horniest, hairiest and must hung
bald men he would probably  ever encounter in this or in any other parallel
reality. Tom just hoped that his body was up to handling the upcoming
extreme sexual onslaught he was about to encounter!
     When Tom became aware of Reedy's and Stillman's humongous dicks, he'd
decided that Lanahan would be the man he wanted to pop his cherry, because
there just wasn't enough lubricant in the world to allow the other two men's
rods to slide easily and painlessly up his tight virgin ass and as it was,
he knew he'd need a whole lot of grease to lube up his hole, because while
not quite in the same leauge as the Lt. or the corrections officer, Lanahan
still had one thick impressive hose hanging between his hairy legs. Tom was
so buzzed now and excited about what was about to happen to him, yet he was
also quite nervous about it; he didn't want this experience to be only a
quick session of wham bam, thank-you man! He wanted these horny men to have
their way with him slowly, with confidence and Tom knew that he had to make
this, his first gay four-way, one awesome event, one he would never forget,
so he instructed the men to come over and allow their lust to quide their
hands and tounges as they explored his body as if they were old pros in the
fine art of man-to-man sex.
     "Jimmy, you're the one who'll slip your dick up my ass," Tom instructed
as the three men gathered around him by the bed, their eyes burning with
lustful hunger as they found themselves experiencing strange, yet very
sensual urges of an intensity they had never felt before(not even for their
wives) towards this exotic, enticing young stranger who had such a
persuasive personality. "But I'll need for you to find us some lubricant
first, like Vaseline, lotion, something to lube up my ass and your dick."
     Tom observed Lanahan, naked except for his open plaid shirt and socks,
lower his eyes for a moment in thought, then leave the room.
     "Now," Tom continued, "Lt., you and Reedy will make your cocks
assessable to my mouth and hands once Jimmy and I get comfortable...let me get
undressed first--"
     But to Tom's surprise as he reached down to open his shirt, Reedy,
whose uniform shirt was held closed only by the two bottom buttons, reached
out and placed his hand over Tom's to stop him.
     "No," Reedy said to Tom in a low whisper, "Let us do this for you,
sir." And without being prompted, the still fully clothed Lt. Stillman, his
huge hard-on sticking out of his open fly joined Reedy and the two men began
undressing Tom, kissing and licking his face and body as more skin became
exposed, their hard rods bumping against Tom's legs, arms, back and stomach,
leaving sticky cum trails on Tom's clothes and body.
     Tom, overwhelmed from the sensations he was feeling, couldn't help
himself and moaned loudly as he felt his clothes slowly being removed while
a wet tounge darted into his ear and hungry lips brushed over his open mouth
filling it with coffee and cigerette-scented breath, the smooth rustling of
a soft dress shirt and the rough feel of khaki sliding across his chest,
arms and thighs while all the while hearing and feeling the animal-like
deep, masculine grunts and groans from the two bald men as they nuzzled
against his throat and shoulders had Tom high on raw, intense pleasure.
Stillman rubbed his stubbly cheek against the side of Tom's face and Tom
seized the opportunity to loosen the knot and yank down the Lt.'s tie a bit,
open Stillman's collar button and then open three more while through the
haze of his burning lust he was able to drink in the sight of Stillman's
hairy chest and shoulders partially exposed, the long dark hairs swrilling
out from open spaces of the white dress shirt, the tie now swinging like a
cloth pendulum before someone began to gently squeeze his cock-head through
his white briefs and Tom had to close his eyes as he gasped with sexual
delight.
     Then the briefs were pulled off him, his hard cock bobbing freely in
the air and as he was lowered backwards onto the pillow laden king-size bed,
Tom felt something greasy being applied all over his cock while gob after
gob of a creamy substance was being shoved into his ass crack by two
fingers. Within seconds, Tom's cock and ass began to tingle and feel warm;
Tom opened his eyes to see that Lanahan had returned holding a clear plastic
bottle with some sort of lavender colored lotion inside which he proceeded
to again squeeze out another large dollop into his hand and applied it
generously over his own dick, while Reedy and Stillman positioned themselves
on both sides at the front of the bed, kneeling on the mattress by the large
pillows which they had arranged for Tom's comfort, watching in horny desire
while Lanahan prepared himself and Tom for their upcoming encounter.
     "Ohhh, wow!" Tom exclaimed as the warmth continued coursing through his
ass and over his cock. "I-I've never felt anything like this...what did you
use on me?"
     "Something Meredith got from one of her butt-insky Woman's Libber
friends," Lanahan answered, a perplexed embarrassed look dawning upon his
masculine face. "Merry and I...we've been having some eh, martital issues and
Patty--that's one of Merry's nosey friends, gave her a couple of
suggestions...you know, things to spice up our love-life--not that I thought
we needed any, atleast not in my opinion and this is just one of the kinky
thing she gave to Merry, which I refused to try because I thought it was all
a waste of time, but...oh man...but if I'd known that it could feel anything
like this...oh, ohhhh...I-I wouldn't have been so goddamn stubborn! Oh my
GOD--this feels INCREDIBLE!"
     And Tom could have sworn that the man was beginning to blush! But
Lanahan was right--it did feel incredible, what ever the stuff was and Tom
found he really, REALLY needed to have something big and hard stuck up his
butt and someone to yank on his dick right this instant! So Tom started to
turn over on the bed to position himself so Lanahan could enter him from the
rear, but the man stopped him by roughly forcing Tom to lay there on his
back, nudged him upwards towards the headboard of the king-size bed then
grabbed a couple of  pillows to place under the base of Tom's lower back
while Stillman and Reedy rearranged some others behind Tom's head, shoulders
and upper back.
     "I want to look the person I'm screwing right in the face," Lanahan
proclaimed, flipping Tom's legs up over his furry shoulders and without a
moment's hesitation forced his lubricated dick slowly, but steadily into
Tom's upturned ass, gently moving himself in deeper and deeper until he and
Tom were almost face to face. "I want to watch your expression; I want to
see how good I'm going to make you feel!"
     Tom was enraptured by Lanahan's savage horny eyes and his strong
body-musk while beads of sweat fell from Lanahan's brow to land on his face.
Tom took measured breaths due to the weight of the man hovering over him,
and Tom could not speak although his mouth was wide open--by now, so was his
ass because he felt like the fat end of a baseball bat was being stuffed up
his butt and he was sure that the reason for his mouth being open was
because any moment now Lanahan's cock was going to emerge from it, but he
knew it was only an illussion because the sensation of Lanahan's slippery
cock filling him up had been the real reason he had been left speechless.
This was Tom's first time ever getting fucked and his tight virgin ass had
wrapped its inner linings around the large greasy intrusion, and Tom was
truly grateful that the man had used that great sex cream because he
seriously doubted that he'd be feeling this much absolute pleasure at being
so stuffed if Lanahan had used only Vaseline or some ordinary lotion for
their lubricant. With his ass truly lubed and Lanahan's dick totally covered
with it, the sex cream had the insides of Tom's rear-end tingling with
delight; he had a demanding, growing itch up his butt and on his cock and
the only goal for him now was to scratch the itch and scratch it good!
     So Tom grabbed his own trobbing dick with his fist and after a few more
beads of sweat fropped onto his face from Lanahan's damp bald forehead when
he had pushed his cock into Tom's ass, his smiling face hovering over Tom's
flushed face, Tom whispered hoarsly to the sexy bear: "Come on Jimmy, fuck
me--fuck me good and HARD!"
     Staring at Tom through hooded eyes, Lanahan nodded and pulled back
until his cock was almost out of Tom's ass, the anus lips seeming to pucker
up on their own, needing to refill the space suddenly left empty after the
quick evacuation. Then Lanahan began to move again sliding his cock in and
out, setting up a steady rhythm and Tom shut his eyes, opened his thighs
wider to allow Lanahan greater access, moving his ass upwards to meet the
man's trusts while Tom's hand moved like a blur over his own throbbing cock
and Lanahan gripped Tom's thighs tightly while increasing his piston-like
pace.
     Someone began pinching at Tom's dick head and Tom opened his eyes to
see that Stillman and Reedy were both kneeling on the bed facing each other
over Tom's head. Stillman was the one who'd pinched Tom and now brushed
aside Tom's hand so that he could continue jerking on the cock himself while
he and Reedy furiously sucked face, reaching out to hold each other in their
arms while their hard cocks hung unattended mere inches from Tom's face. Tom
grabbed hold of Reedy's dick with his hand and began jacking it off,
transplanting some of the sex cream onto it which slowly made it prickle and
throb much to Reedy's sudden surprise and delight. With his other hand he
spread some of the cream onto the Lt.'s over-sized wang, and as Tom jerked
on it, he also began to lick and suck the big dick, swrilling his tounge all
over the musky scented stalk and sweaty balls, hanging low, fat and heavy
beneath the thick, turgid rod. The cream made Tom's tounge tingle, the taste
of sweat, sex and grapes racing across Tom's taste buds and he smiled inside
when he connected the grape flavor to the lavender coloring of the cream.
     Meanwhile Lanahan was ablaze now and continued plowing deep into Tom's
ass, grunting even louder while muttering, "Baby, baby, baby," between his
low sexy grunts. Tom began to syncronize his jacking-off of Reedy and the
sucking of Stillman's rod with Lanahan's hard in and out movements, and
after a moment, even Stillman joined in and fell into step with Lanahan's
rhythmic thrusts by pulling up on Tom's cock when Lanahan pushed forward
into Tom's slippery asshole and then using a downward stroke when the man
pulled back while Reedy, understanding what was happening, fucked Tom's hand
by mimicking Lanahan's exotic humping until all four men moved in
synchronous motion to become a pulsating, pumping, fluid, living
sex-machine, the sounds of rutting men and smacking flesh filling the
bedroom as Tom's ass got plugged and cocks got sucked and pumped.
     The dresser off to the side of the bed had a wide mirror above it and
Tom occasionally caught glimpses of the group's reflection, observed Lanahan
man-handling his butt, the open plaid shirt tails flapping against Lanahan's
thighs from the man's intense fucking motion, his muscular arms bulging
underneath the rolled-up sleeves as he strongly gripped Tom's thighs;
Stillman and Reedy were heavily deep-tounging each other, as well as licking
each other faces and heads; Reedy's smooth hairless chest glissened with
sweat under the partially opened khaki uniform shirt, while Lt. Stillman's
striped tie hung loose over the man's white dress shirt which by now wasn't
as fresh and crisp as it had been earlier, his shirt, tie and tight pants
now heavily stained with sweat, spit and pre-cum. But the most awesome sight
for Tom was to see himself laying on his back, his legs moving from
Lanahan's shoulders, downward to flail against the man's sides, then moving
back up onto the shoulders of the furry stud humping away at his pucker,
while all along Tom jacked-off one huge cock with one hand and jerked and
sucked on an even larger cock with the other. And all of this hot action was
being done to and for him by three half-dressed and very virile versions of
the ultimate masculine, authority-daddy figure, actor John Finn. Tom wished
he could have taken pictures of this mighty forsome, but The Remote
Controller was on the floor along with his clothes while the digital camera
sat idle on the dresser and there was no way in hell would he consider
pausing this steamy sexy action just to take pictures, even if the camera or
Remote had been laying right next to him. Tom's ass, hell, his entire body
was rolling in sweet, electric passion and ignited lust, raging over him in
wave after wave of burning sexual heat, the flames roaring higher and higher
while they all pumped and humped in unison, having lost all track of time
long ago, not knowing how long they had been fucking and sucking because by
this stage, they really didn't care; Tom was the captain of this rapidly
ascending super sonic rocket ship and he was the one stearing them all up,
out and beyond the Event Horizon to eventually release the pent-up pressure
from what had been building, growing, expanding for some time, shooting
headlong towards fulfilling the ultimate goal after engaging in pure,
relentless, pounding, raw sex to finally--
     "OhhhfuckmeeeeeI'm CUMMING!" Tom screamed in a high pitched wail he
didn't believe could possibly come out of his own mouth, right after Lanahan
did a quick double jab and went in as deep as possible to collide with what
must have been Tom's prostate, something Tom figured had already been
punched by the head of Lanahan's cock by now based upon the amount of fluid
he`d been leaking, but obviously the man had tried something different, had
used a little improvised maneuver in his thrusts because what Lanahan just
did, going in very deep and stopping, not withdrawing but staying put then
shifting himself from side to side, had sent Tom over the brink and Tom was
now shooting long, thick ropes of hot cum out of his fat cock, shooting
streams of man juice upward to land on Lanahan's face, which was hovering
very close again, as well as leaving his deposits upon Lt. Stillman and
Reedy, adding more goo to the wet, sticky stains already located on the
men`s clothes.
     Tom had rolled his eyes back into his head so that only the white parts
showed as his body shuddered from the heart stopping climax. When Tom came,
he still had a tight grip on both Stillman's and Reedy's cocks and they
moaned outloud, exasperated and in some discomfort from all the dammed-up
pressure they felt in their full, clogged balls and Tom wasn't even aware of
their uncomfortable condition, still basking in the satisfying warmth from
the best orgasm he'd had in his life until Lanahan pleaded loudly to him
through clinched, tight lips: "Come on, come on--when will it be my turn?"
Reedy ecoed Lanahan's frustration and asked, "Now that you've cum sir, will
you let us cum too?"
     Tom was still dazzled by the emense pleasure he had just experienced,
was still laying on the bed breathing hard and gripping the men's cocks,
wondering why they were complaining. Then slowly he realized that he had not
given his permission for the men to shoot their pent-up loads yet! A
lecherous smirk came to Tom's lips as he realized the absolute power and
control he wielded over these three grown men who now shifted about in
cum-denied frustration and he reveled in the guilty pleasure that this
knowledge provided. Finally, about a minute or two after he'd given himself
time to fully appreciate the sight of Lanahan, Stillman and Reedy, three
mature, masculine men now reduced to a trio of wimpering children cring for
release, begging for permission from him to be allowed to cum, Tom couldn't
help smiling to himself when he remembered the lyrics to an old Beatles
tune. Laughing out loud, he leaned back onto the soft oversized pillows,
assuming Lennon didn't have this scenario in mind when he originally wrote
the lyrics to that song.
     "Alright my Finn-a-likes...you all sure as hell have earned this reward,
so--cum together...right now...over me!"
     And as one, three mouths opened up wide, shouting out in a raucous
cacophony of sounds, mingling "Fuck, Oh Fuck!" and "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
Shit! Shit! Shiiiiit!" and "Mutherfuckaaaaah!" into a Banshee-like wailing
chorus, the men yelling their pleasure together in a unified scream of
ecstasy.
     Tom got exactly what he asked for as Stillman and Reedy let loose with
a volley of cum shots which landed all over his face and upper body while
Lanahan quickly pulled back a bit, then slammed himself as deep as he could
get into Tom's overflowing ass and shot his pent up seed down Tom's anal
canyon, his body shuddering like an old 1900s jalopy. Eventually the bedroom
became very quiet as a wet, sweaty Lanahan pulled himself out of Tom's well
reamed butt-hole and collapsed on the foot of the bed next to Tom`s feet,
while Reedy and Stillman, also drenched in sweat and other fluids, slid down
onto the floor to lean against the sides of the bed; Tom, as exhausted and
sweaty now as the other men just continued to stretch out on the bed, his
naked body covered in cum with a lot of it leaking from his very loose wide
open pucker-hole and he thought happily to himself, Looky here--I'm Tom
Traveler, virgin no more! And he added his own sighs of contentment to those
coming from the other tired yet satiated men. Tom didn't realize just how
exhausted he was and could have rested there in Lanahan's bed forever, but
something strange happened which made him give pause.
     While everyone was recovering from their four-way sex-play, just for a
couple of seconds, everything suddenly dissolved into static, then
reassembled just as quickly.
     "What the fuck...did you guys see that?" Tom asked.
     Reedy looked over his shoulder as he sat on the floor, his back against
the bed to look at Tom. "See what, sir?"
     "Everything...vanished for a moment--holy shit!" Tom cried as he watched
Reedy disolve into a static blob in the pattern of his body. Then, in the
blink of an eye, Reedy was back, leaning against the other side of the bed
again.
     "I feel funny," the corrections officer said, a quizzical expression on
his ruddy face.
     Tom quickly sat up, scooted off the bed and said,
"Something...something's not right!" He looked over towards his pile of
clothes to locate The Remote Controller still in the holster. When he
retrieved it, Tom saw that all of The Remote's buttons were lit up, but
flashing quickly and something told him that this was not a good sign.
     "Looks like we're not the only ones exhausted," Tom said and knew that
his lastest escapades had obviously placed a significant drain on The Remote
Controller and figured he'd better get his house in order before the
device's power was gone; he'd never had this long of a stay in Television
Land or reconfigured reality as much as he'd done today and he hoped there
was still enough juice left in The Remote to send the guys back to their
respective parallel planes as well as get himself back home because just
then, The Remote went very dim and the entire room dissolved into static and
this time so did the lower half of Tom's own body, before everything slowly
returned to normal. The Remote's lights were dimmer and flashing much slower
now and Tom felt a shiver race down his spine. It was either leave now or
run the risk of fading away into static, so he began to pull on his clothes
and after getting half dressed, he grabbed the digital camera and pointed
The Remote Controller at the men who were now staring wide-eyed at Tom,
their faces full of questions.
     "I wish this could be a neater, more satisfying exit guys, but time is
running out, so here goes--you all will remember what happened here today as
only a really great sexy dream which dispite involving sex with other men,
infact sex with yourselves actually-- setting aside any Freudian
connotations, thinking back upon everything you went through will always get
you hard and you'll not be disgusted by these memories; just think of it as
your subconscience reaching out to present sexual alternatives for you to
possibly explore...and you will want to explore them.'
     "Now," Tom instructed, speaking into The Remote, "Send Reedy and Lt.
Stillman back to their respected parallel worlds dressed in their original
clean, dry clothes...so long you sexy motherfuckers!"
     Reedy and Stillman began to get up off of the floor, but vanished from
the bedroom before standing. Tom now faced Lanahan who was now also off the
bed sensing the impending finality of a most extraordinary experience,
especially after watching his two hot mirror images vanish right before his
very eyes.
     "It's been  real Jimmy," Tom said. "You are one fine sexy bear--fucker
reamed me good! I wish there was more time for you and I to take another
tumble, because I would just love to get my mouth on your big hairy ass,
but--I gotta go! But before I do...Smile!"
     Tom quickly brought up the camera and snapped a final picture of a very
hairy Lanahan standing there at the foot of his disheveled bed with his
spent dong hanging down, his plaid shirt open, a very perplexed expression
upon his face, with his mouth open and his right arm out-stretched as if to
ask Tom to hold up because he had a question to ask. Tom pressed `exit' on
The Remote Controller and closed his eyes hoping he would make it back home
as the swelling hiss of white noise filled his ears, filled them for a
really long time.




                                     Part Four    Home



     "Ok T.T., you can open your eyes now, you're back...you made it home."
     Tom noticed that the roaring in his ears from the static field which
had engulfed him for those long scary moments had stopped the moment he
heard the familiar silky smooth voice of Mr. Blue Lips speaking to him, so
he opened one eye, then the other and saw that he was indeed back in his own
bedroom, sitting in his old comfortable recliner facing the talking blue
lips floating in the static field of his tv set atop his dresser.
     "I'm back...I made it," Tom muttered, then closed his eyes and sighed
with relief.
     "Just barely! What the hell were you thinking?" Mr. Blue Lips
chastised. "You nearly drained The Remote Controller completely you greedy
little boy!"
     Tom got his bearings and noticed that his clothes were askew since he
hadn't dressed himself properly. But in his lap was Johnston's digital
camera and The Remote Controller out of the holster, the dim lights of the
buttons fading, then going out altogether and Tom figured that he would have
to pay a hefty price for his over-use of the magical device, but then he
remembered why he had pushed the limits of its powers in the first place.
     "Wait a minute," he said beginning to pled his case before the
disembodied tv judge. "I was almost lost in a static field because of a
power drop! You told me to tell The Remote what I wanted and it would give
it to me as long as I didn't over use the special rewind and fast forward
features, which I didn't...you said to be with as many characters as I wanted!
You said--"
     "Blah, blah, blah," Mr. Blue Lips retorted. "So your orgies used up
more power than I anticipated was stored up in The Remote Controller--so sue
me! You got your Finn-fucks, didn't you?"
     "I don't know--you tell me!" Tom challenged Mr. Blue Lips. "I met a cop
named Henry Dokes, and I had sex with Jimmy Lanahan, Officer Isaac Reedy and
Lt. John Stillman, who all looked exactly like John Finn...but were any of
them really him?"
     "Does it really even matter T.T.?"
     "Can you not answer my question with a question?"
     The lips pursed, then emitted a long loud sigh before answering Tom's
inquiry.
     "Look, you're not looking for a life partner, man; you just want to get
your rocks off with a tv suit-daddy, right?"
     "Well, I wouldn't put it quite--" Tom tried to rationlize.
     "No, I quess you wouldn't, but face it--you wanted to get fucked by a
big cock and that's exactly what happened. You don't want a real
relationship Tom, you just want hot, nasty sex without consequences, and
that's what you got. Tell me, why are you so into this particular actor
anyway?"
     Tom was caught off-guard by Mr. Blue Lips' question and he had to take
a moment to think it over before answering.
     "Hell, I don't know...he just has a certain look about him...he's--I don't
know; I just like the way he looks, how he moves and talks...I got a thing for
sexy mature Irish guys I guess...I don't know--"
     "And your attraction for him is purely based upon what you see on the
screen, right? You don't know him as a person, not really; you don't know
his politics, if he's a racist or a humanitarian, whether he's an obnoxious
jerk or a decent man in real life...you'd like to believe he's a righteous
human being, but you don't know, not for sure. You just know he's a handsome
bald daddy who gives you a boner, right?"
     "Well..."
     "So what is your problem dude? You got a chance to experience four
distinct personalities, who all looked like this great sexy bald daddy
figure you're so into and from what I see, you had a really good time
getting it on with those guys--what does it matter if you experienced the
actual actor or not? Unless you know something I don't know, you'll never
get that up close and personal with John Finn the character actor as you did
with John Finn's characters. Why isn't that good enough for you?"
     Tom had to admit Mr. Blue Lips did have a point. There's only one John
Finn, but Tom had gotten a chance to experience a varity of John Finns, some
with big cocks, some with humongous cocks; some whose bodies had modest
amounts of hair, others with lots of hair or with no hair at all, and while
he did met a Finn-a-like who turned out to be a bit of a jerk, he also met
men who, after some Remote suggestions just wanted to have fun, and Tom had
a chance to explore a wide range of scenerios with men who all possessed the
one aspect that was the most important thing to him and that was that they
all had the sexy features which had attracted Tom to Finn in the first
place.
     "You're right," Tom conceded to Mr. Blue Lips. "I got a chance to fuck
over a cop in a suit, play with a prison guard's uncut dick, got plowed up
the ass by a sweaty jean-wearing daddy and gave a bj to a police Lt. with
one of the biggest cocks I've seen in my life. All that, plus getting a
chance to see L.A. in person, and not getting stuck in a cosmic static
field...I have to say, all in all that this has been a really great day!"
     "Now that's the simple little tele-tubby that I know and love!" Mr.
Blue Lips cried somewhat over enthusiastically. "Fantasy is what you want
and Fantasy is what The Amazing Remote Controller will always provide for
you, Tom. If you're looking for substance, for healthy personal
relationships, the satisfying kind that you have to work hard at to make
work while running the risk that it might not, then don't look here because
you're sure as hell not going to find that channel surfing around TV
Land...that's what living in the Real World is for, right? But what's so
special about that, about good old, everyday solid character building, messy
around the edges and glorious beyond belief Reality? And who wants dull
reality anyway when you can shape and control Fantasy at your whim, where
you can force everyone to obey and love you and you never have to worry
about rejection or how to over come it thus becoming a  better, stronger
person in the long run...Who in their right mind would chose Reality over
that, right? Right Tom?"
     Tom scrutinized Mr. Blue Lips for a long minute, detecting a sarcastic
shading to those questions.
     "Are you making fun of me?" Tom asked, a dark edge to his voice. " I
think you are making fun of me..."
     "Now, why would I do that T.T.?" Mr. Blue Lips answered, but with a
slight, sharp bit of frost to his voice. Then as the lips began to fade, Mr.
Blue Lips continued. "You've used an awful lot of energy this time Tommy
Boy, so I'm afraid it's going to be a really long time before you hear from
me or The Remote Controller again, so you're really going to have to work
extra long and hard to re-energize it; live your life to the fullest
T.T...that is if you want to travel again."
     "Eh, what? Oh, yeah...whatever," Tom answered, now distracted from Mr.
Blue Lips' instructions as it faded away into the TV's static field and the
televison winked off, because in the middle of the lips' observations Tom
had turned on the digital camera and watched on its three-inch screen some
of the erotic pictures from Lanahan's bedroom and from the L.A. police
locker room. Tom had planned to bring back souvenirs from his travels,
personal articles of clothing full of the sweaty scents from the
suit-daddies he'd eventually seduce, and since he had to make a quick
get-away from his last encounter, he had forgotten to obtain clothes from
the four men; but in retrospect, Tom possessed something just as good--he
had pictures! It would be great to see the images in a larger size, and even
if they were digital, he couldn't have them developed at the local drug
store--not without creating even more unwanted controversy in his life. That
ment aquiring a computer, something that's crossed his mind after his
discussions with Mr. Colt, but he didn't know what would be the right model
for him, or how to get the most bang for his buck without spending an arm
and a leg for a machine that'll wind up being too complicated for him to
use.
     Then Tom thought about Mr. Colt's extensive knowledge of personal
computers and wondered if his boss would mind helping him pick out the right
type for his use.
     "Yeah, Mr. Colt did say to look him up if I was ever interested in
buying a computer," Tom said to himself. "I can say because of him I'm
interested in digital photography now, and would like to get some pointers
from him, maybe come with me and help me ask the right questions at the
store so's not to get snowed by a fast-talking salesman interested only in
getting a big commission. Mr. Colt's such a nice guy to me Mr. Blue Lips
that I--
Mr. Blue Lips?"
     And that's when Tom realized that his television set had gone dark, Mr.
Blue Lips had gone away taking The Remote Controller, and he was now alone
in his room.
     "Not quite alone," Tom said and started going through all the many
pictures again, viewing them on the small screen, a tingle spreading across
his crotch and Tom suddenly found that his cock was rock hard. But, had it
gotten hard from looking at the pictures or had he gotten just a little
excited at the prospect of asking Mr. Colt to help him shop for a PC? Tom
found himself more than a little shocked at the possibility that Mr. Blue
Lips might actually be on to something after all regarding his relationship
with Dana Colt, someone he really liked being around who had the great
fortune to look like the actor who gave Tom mental wet dreams.
     After having the most satisfying sex in his life with four very virile
Finn-alikes, who really didn't have a choice whether or not to like or
dislike him or to do what they were told, Tom started thinking about his
boss and where he stood in relationship to Tom's affection for tv
suit-daddies who would be bound to his control. Mr. Colt didn't like Tom
because he was ordered to...he liked Tom for who Tom was, known flaws and all
and Tom liked the soft-spoken man as well because he was not a phoney and
gave the impression that he wasn't interested in impressing people or too
concerned with what others thought of him; treat people like you wanted to
be treated was Dana Colt's philosophy, a decent man that Tom realized to his
good fortune happened to be his boss and the closest thing Tom now had to a
friend.
     Tom turned off the camera and continued thinking about Mr. Colt. Tom
wondered how photogenic the man was and if he would let Tom take his picture
sometime with his new digital toy. He didn't know how long it would be
before Mr. Blue Lips returned with The Amazing Remote Controller, but when
the lips graced his tv screen again, Tom definitely knew that he would more
than likely have a few more tales to tell about his travels, but this time
the sojourn he will take will be made out in the real world of Fairview
Pennsyvania, maybe right along side of a certain bald suit-daddy who liked
to speak passionately about tv crime shows and computers, who enjoyed
wearing white button-down dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up over his
hairy forearms, old fashioned bow-ties and nice, tight polyester suit pants
who might one day be told about an amazing little device that had once
helped an unfortunate loser find his way back into Life by helping him live
in, embrace and control the realms of his television dreams.


			    The End...for now.