Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2015 13:20:33 -0400 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 11 % The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, school campuses, crowded beaches, campgrounds, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. % If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to the reader to research this subject, abiding by their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have, over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting steamy characters out of my stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this kinky story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it in a public place...unless you're a breed apart from the rest, who likes to get noticed...just sayin'! :) % ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % Next morning, Alek wasn't as energetic as a snail, rolling out of bed, due to necessity, then going to stand in front of the toilet. First stream out, he yawned like a ferocious lion. Hearing footsteps approach, Alek looks to the door, "Oh, did I wake you, Jeremi?" Sheepishly he cracks a half-smile, "A little while ago." Jizz forced out to the last drop, Alek ask, "Oh, how's that go?" Last night when they crawled into bed, neither stopped to claim either the right or left side. Stripped down first, Alek flipped down the covers, climbed in and relaxed in a pose which flaunted his dark, hairy pits. >From Jeremi just standing there, Alek gasped, even though he has come across this before, `You've never been with a man?', making out like it's the first he's heard! So, yes it did start out where Jeremi did climb into bed, to Alek's left side, whereas easy access to the bath was to Alek's right. Later on, after they rumbled through the sheets, Alek making the first move, to cuddle, Jeremi going hog-wild, sucking, kissing and more sucking, making the sheets all twisted up...wet, then falling asleep, Jeremi had woken up on the close side, which is why he answers Alek, "How could I not be awake, when you dragged yourself over me?" Thinking about it more, cock and balls dragging over Jeremi's bod, "Uh, yeah. Sorry `bout that. I guess I could have gone around...forgive me?" Jeremi wondered at first, was Alek asking or making a statement. Regardless, having a guy `wipe over' the stomach, balls dropped down in a `gut punch' when he steps on the floor, it just brought back sweet memories to how tasty Alek was last night. Because of the pause, Alek feels like he's in deep trouble, "Are you angry with me?" "No...." Jeremi's thought it through'n'through, "What guy would mind that type of an alarm clock?" Passing by Jeremi, giving him a peck on the lips, Alek says, "Come back to bed when you're done tinkling!" For the others, it was wasn't much different, the need to empty what the other half didn't make them do last night. For those whom didn't come back from the club with a partner, Adam, Drew and,who's name was now officially hyphenated, Uncle-eric, the singles converged on each other. In closed quarters, whomever he was with, called him just plain `Eric'. Adam, used to being with a man on spur of the moment, saw Eric a warm bod to sleep with. For a change, accordingly, things came down to Adam lying there, allowing Eric to do whatever he wanted to him. From past experiences, Adam could be fearful of some top, dominant or otherwise, pinching, teething, lightly slapping or in some cases whipping out some nasty torture device. However, when his contract was bought out, so was all that nasty stuff. Though, Adam did crave it from time to time, the need to feel pain to get stiff and gooey. Last night, it was none of that. Instead, Eric was `nice', gentle, always concerned, asking if he was doing something good, like spreading Adam's legs, coming up the middle, licking from the base, the balls, up the slope and over the tip. In fact, at one point Adam got tired of it, telling Eric to shut up and just lick! Poor Drew, not only did the scene not turn him on, probably because Eric went at Adam with such aggression, but also `sharing' not his thing, he ditched the scene and took the extra sofa. He was surprised as hell though, waking up and finding Adam with him and not Eric! It is probably why Drew was so chipper, having dozed off while Eric was mounting Adam. For a time he watched, but with sleep depravation, even light porn could not keep his lids open. While Jeremi took a leak, Drew took a peek, "Hey Alek?" he clung to the door frame. "What?" Alek talked to his pillow. "It's five after nine, you know?" Hearing the toilet flush, Drew, who knew Jeremi had to be around here some place, looks towards the bath, "Never mind. I'll talk with someone who is awake and listening," he unlatches his arms, walks towards the bath. Exiting, Jeremi hops a step back, "Oh! It's you!" Other than yesterday's clothes, all Drew had left to clothe himself in is the tux he wore for his parking duties at The Hacienda, "Uh, yeah," he thinks too late of covering up, hides his danglers with both hands, "it's me!" "If you want to use the jon, it's free?" Jeremi tells him, heading for the bed. "Oh yeah," Drew fabricates, "that's why came in here," not! It was tough to pee, a vision of Jeremi's bod dancing in his head...light scathing of hair, those dark nips, deep bellyhole, and then there was the rest, which made him smile, thinking how lucky Alek is! Then it came out a steady stream, Drew wondering where and with whom he was going tote on home. Taking his exit, he tried not to stare, seeing Jeremi and Alek all cuddled-up. Then horror struck, wondering if he would turn out to be a wallflower! Hardly. Any man would jump at the opportunity to land a handsome boyfriend such as Drew. Hearing the others stir woke up to the fact he was intruding on another guy's territory, which made him take tiny baby steps across the room and leave. Leaving the room he's broadsided by Edward. Like an oncoming freight train, the only thing Edward could see, other than Drew bouncing off his chest, would be to catch him, "Whoa that was a close one!" Drew, one brow raised, wondered if this was a put on, but feeling Edward's chest moss against his bare skin, who was he to argue, "Very!" Aronold, not a stranger to having an implant from the rear, catches up, "Oh my god, Edward...I can't believe you took my cherry last night and here you're picking up another guy?" "Get over yourself," Edward releases Drew, "it was an accident." Drew blames himself, "My fault. I wasn't watching what I was doing." "Oh? Something going on in there we should know about?" Aronold leans in through the doorway to Alek's chambers. A slap to the side of the face, a nice one, meant as a friendly reprimand, Edward, "One more shenanigan like that Arne and I'm giving you your cherry back!" Both knew the score, Aronold exposing that when he struck up a deal on a car, sometimes there were fringe benefits and he didn't mean leather seats! Breaking up the monotony, Drew was afraid if he stuck around he might get a little stiff, "Who knows what we're doing for breakfast?" Looking down at Drew's hands, gathered at the pit of his legs, Aronold says, "I might have an idea!" "You want another slap?" Eyes readjusted on Edward, Aronold claims, "I was thinking of Starbuck's!" Showered, shaved, except Edward, who let the beard go until it needed trimming, the two were all ready for someplace, soon as they wrapped their fur in shirts, "Might be a good idea." "Oh really?" Aronold laughs, "I finally came up with one?" "If we wait for the others it'll be lunch!" "Would it be okay if I joined you?" Drew asks. Smiling, Aronold says, "If wouldn't be okay if you didn't," he turns and heads back to the bedroom. "I don't think I got that," Drew says to Edward. "You'll get used to it." Walking away from each other, Drew wondered if the two were `going to make it', being in couple status. Edward, looking to be easy going, was much too much serious for the likes of Aronold. Then again, Drew would be contented with having both as friends, serious-minded and the jokester! Turning back towards where Adam and Eric sacked out, he suddenly remembered half the reason for visiting Alek, to bum some clothes off him. Standing there, Drew relaxes hands to his cock and balls, thinking who else might be the same size. Keb too muscular, Jaeson too tall, he headed for the room Johnny and Mat occupied. This time he was a bit more prepared, hiding his wares before entering. Of course, the door had to be closed, so one hand would have to do. Ever since senior year in high school, it took a two-hand coverup, one hand not enough `clothing' to hide it all. When he turned twenty, he thought he had been at the apex of `guy-development'. Drew tricked himself into believing he never ran out of the reserves, then again maybe science could be wrong and guys never ran out, reason for his balls always being plump and his cock looking like it was semi-erect. He envied the dudes who could walk around without briefs... Snap! The door opens and there's Mat, looking at Drew `examining' himself! "Having fun?" Whether he thought Mat would believe it or not, Drew replies, "Just doing the morning fluff!" Mat could only wonder. Quickly switching the subject, Drew asks, "I was wondering if you had any extra clothes I could borrow?" Playing on him, Mat says, "Sure, but the briefs could be a little snug?" Regardless, Drew follows him in the room. The two were up, washed up, teeth brushed and all ready, except shirts, "Did you and Adam and `Uncle-Eric' have a nice sleep last night?" Johnny asks, sitting in an easy chair, hands comfy behind his head. "Yeah. Great. Not!" Drew replies. "I know." "You know?" Drew was serious as to how and why. Pointing the finger, Mat is the guilty one, "I just couldn't help myself." There was nothing to hide or tell, Drew letting it flit by, "Well, we don't have to rush or anything. Alek, who was gungho yesterday is still in the sack." "With Jeremi?" Johnny makes sure. "One in the same." Mat dug up some clothes, while Johnny's inquisitiveness got the best of him, "I know I only like one guy, so I'm guessing you felt the same thing last night?" Then Mat became curious as hell too, Drew saying, "Not at first. Then, when Eric's lips were all over him, I probably would not be able to `get in there' even if I wanted to." Wisely, as Johnny has learned, "But you didn't want to?" "Right." "Same as with me and Mat. Right Mat?" "About what, honey?" Johnny liked that, reason for his stutter, "You and me together?" "Right," Mat replies, "it's just us from here on in." "Until when?" Drew toys. "Until hell freezes over of course!" "Or there's a blizzard in heaven?" Johnny, using what he's already learned in science class, says, "That's not possible. Hell is below the earth. The earth's mantle sits on a core of molten rock. If it got cold down there then we would all rot." "But heaven gets cold, right?" Drew debates. Even though he was once a music major, flute player, Mat knew a little science, "You dummy, they got the sun up there. Good reason to be good, all those hot guys laying out on lawn chairs, catching the rays? Makes your mouth kind of water, huh?" His mouth was watering when he came in the door, "Uh, yeah. I see your point." When the guys all finally got their act together, it was nearly noon. Only Edward had ducked out, bringing back enough coffee for two. Standing in line at Starbucks, all he could think of was Aronold, which made him forget about Drew! % On the way they hit Starbuck's anyhoo, the guy at the counter remembering Edward, which then made him the object of friendly ridicule. Since Aronold knew the tables could be turned, the boys ganging up on him, about picking a guy his own age, leans in towards Edward's ear, "You still got me!" Taking their coffee cups over to a table, Edward gripes, "Y'know, just because a man reaches the age of 44, doesn't mean he loses his edge?" Letting Edward know he wasn't even there yet, Aronold agrees, "Or 34?" It's around the age Edward put Arnold's age at, but joked around, "Really? I thought you hadn't even reached 30 yet?" "Thanks," Aronold smiles. More than flattered, "That'll get you in!" "Where?" Edward could guess. "The zipper-zone?" Thinking over last night, Edward wears old the cliche some more, "Been there...done that...next?" A commotion over at the counter, some geezer complaining the boys were taking much too much time placing their order, drew Edward's attention away. Good thing too, because Aronold found something more important to think about...the zipper-zone, how Edward manipulated him in a way, he shoot his load first. Like a charging bear in the woods, it didn't phase Edward, turning Aronold over on the bed and getting rid of the pent up energy! "What a bunch of characters," Edward laughs at the same time he is addressing Aronold. "What? Who?" "Our guys," Edward throws his thumb towards the counter. "Oh, right...just what I was thinking," Aronold replies. By having to explain himself, it didn't fool Edward, "Oh? And what was really on your mind, Aronold?" This is what separated the men from the boys, Arne vs. Aronold, "Your sticky hand give you a clue?" Like a truly satisfied sultan, Edward sits back, "Mm-mm, was a," he looks around, "tight one." "Yeah," Aronold gloated, couldn't deny, "that's what I'm known for!" "Oh?" Edward digs up history, "Anyone I would know?" He could have named Alek, but decided to keep Edward guessing, "I think I'll keep that our little secret!" With his own secrets, Edward replies, "Y'know, every time I've looked Alek's father in the eyes, it's all I could muster up not giving it away?" "You wanted to fuck Alek's father?" "No, you idiot! Like the secret you have with Alek!" "Oh. That secret!" The conversation didn't revert back to themselves, but rather Edward, telling how Alek got a raw deal, having to learn about gay mansex by doing guys at the park mens room. "Well," Aronold sat back, "the way I see it, when opportunity knocks, you've got to act quick, because you may lose out and..." And Aronold couldn't say anything more, Alek and Jeremi settling at their table. Edward admired Alek, about to become a college man, acting more like an executive in his father's business, dishing out the responsibilities. "Right up my alley!" Edward says, when Alek leaves the `camping equipment' shopping up to him. Aronold smiles, thinking of his own `alley' last night and Edward's brisk attempt of taking what he wanted! "What do you think?" In the slight, deep daydream, Aronold didn't catch the question directed at him, "What do I think about what?" Knowing where Aronold's mind had wandered, Edward blurts out, "Alek wants you to make a shopping list," saying right afterwards to Alek, "I can help him with that." Not wanting his opinion left out, Aronold says, "I can help with that...beer, potato chips, pretzels, beer, like what else do we need?" Edward replies, "Meat?" "I'm sure we got plenty of that!" All Alek could do is roll his eyes at Aronold, "On that note, I think we better hit the bricks?" While Alek and his sidekick walk over towards the tables of other guys, Jeremi says, "I hope it's okay that I'm a vegetarian?" It puzzled Alek, in the comical sense, "You had no problem last night?" he giggles. Jeremi laughed, had a change facial color, "I went off my diet." Seeing Jeremi trying to cover for himself, "Sorry. I'll try to control myself a little more." They couldn't agree on it last night, especially Alek, wanting so much to take Jeremi's cherry, settling on a 69 shoot-off. % Summer sales, plus the afternoon crunch made Braddock's quite an active crowd. The addition of Alek and his gang, he signals, "Make sure we keep together." Noticing guys finding Jeremi exquisitely good looking, getting a lot of them, Alek put a hex on the lookers, holding Jeremi's hand. Gazing down at the union, Jeremi smiles, "Oh," a more personal reflection of `ownership,' which to him made it really seem like they were more than friends. Alek quizzes, "You're okay with this?" "Sure," Jeremi smiles. "Uh, but don't do too much of that." "Too much?" Jeremi wonders. "Smiling, especially the bright-whities?" Jeremi still smiles, but zips his lips shut! Looking up, Alek was sure his plan would work, but found it a major fail, Jeremi getting `the look' from guys. However, Jeremi wasn't the only one, Aronold saying to Edward, "I think we're under surveillance." Like in unfamiliar, heavy terrain, the American wilderness, on the lookout for unfriendly wildlife, Edward sees it Aronold's way, "Hmm." "That's it?" Aronold stops. Edward, a few paces ahead, says, "Looks like I was wrong." "About what?" "Us being senior citizens, without the younger set appeal?" Aronold didn't think he said that, but no matter. In the midsts of younger dudes, "As Alek says, keep close!" Beginning of summer, most people seemed to flock towards the clothing departments at this time of day. In the sporting goods department of Braddock's there was a vast division of the sexes, men and boys looking at fishing rods and other activities. Alek couldn't keep back the feelings, "That boy and his dad, it reminds me of when my father and I used to go fishing." "You know how?" Jeremi asks. It was that kind of question, in the asking, also told about the know how, "We should put it on our shopping list. I still remember how to do it!" "Thanks," Jeremy replies. When they hit the camping department of `Sporting Goods', Edward wasn't expecting much, "Oh wow! Will you look at that!" Naturally, Aronold thought it was a `male', "Who am I looking at?" "Not `who,' idiot, but `what!'" "Oh. Right. That's what I thought you meant," Aronold couldn't cover it up, eyes peeled for a `hot guy' alert. Edward wasn't the only one interested in the oversized piece of camping equipment, "You know about this, I see, Tommy?" "I was telling Kevyn here," Tommy realizes he's been introduced, not Edward, "Oh, this is Kevyn..." "Kevyn Darmadi. I am honored to meet you, Mr. Kedzierski," he shakes Edwards hand. "Have we met?" Standing right next to him, Aronold has assumptions, `Yeah, right, Edward. Oldest pickup line in the book!' However, Kevyn wasn't taking it the same way as Aronold has suspected, "I have all your books and I've seen your special on the Discovery Channel." "Wow," Aronold's mind for once wasn't on the quickest way to a man's zipper, "you never told me you were a celebrity, Edward!" Giggling, partly out of being modest, but also ready to spring on Aronold, "You never asked!" "Oh-h-h-kay," Aronold says, not caring to make a seen, seeing other `game'. Tommy wasn't in the dark, also confessing, "I apologize for myself, Edward, I thought you could have been `him,' but I don't like going around accusing people of who they are not!" Word got around the store rather quickly, right back to Stephen Braddock's office, the one he maintained at the West Coast store. When on the East Coast, some other proxy sat in his chair. This wasn't the case, Braddock in the store on the eve of the dedication of the new Nouguet underwear line. Busting in his door was his secretary, "Celebrity alert, Mr. Braddock...sporting goods...the camping department!" "I knew it!" Stephen jumps out of his chair, "Brad Pitt coming back for the Sunseeker!" Dollar signs rolled through his head, to the tune of 15,000,000! Looking at the receptionist's face, the others too could tell as well, `Brad wasn't back', shaking of the head back and forth, an added, cool, "No, Mr. Braddock, it's not Brad." Let down, even though Stephen loved the way the ginger, 28-year old could always relay anything disappointing as mundane, "Then, James?" he loved saying the name. Playing games, James replies, "Your old friend?" "Edward?" Stephen guesses. "He's down in the camping department, looking at the Conquistador." It had also been part of the `game', the employee whom alerted the main office of a celebrity in the house, was given a free lunch to the eatery of his choice, "Who do I owe lunch to this time?" "Ashton, of course. Who else spends more time out of their department, than in their department, on the lookout for hot men?" "I should've known," Stephen says as he and James rush downstairs. It did not escape his mind, taking Ashton to lunch, an extended lunch, which would make them swing by the nearest hotel, depending on where Ashton wanted to dine. Such a valued employee deserved more than food and wine! When they hit the camping department, Edward is standing there next to the Conquistador, an oversized trailer with all the amenities a person could want for a cross country camping trip. A pen in his hand, he's signing books and DVD's. "Edward, you son of a gun!" About six years ago, Edward had introduced Stephen Braddock to the great outdoors over a simple thing as bug killer. Edward had said if you knew the land, you could find some things to ward off mosquitoes and other bloodsucking vermin, instead of some commercial, over the counter spray. Stephen went with it, but told Edward, when in the camping department, keep that to himself or he'd never sell another bottle of bug repellant! "Stephen, aren't I the lucky one to have you in town!" They embraced, most of the guys standing Alek, wondering who the hot guy was. Soon enough, they found out Edward and Stephen were friends in college and never lost contact. After braving the wilderness together, Stephen had put a bug in Edward's ear, figuratively, about promoting his knowledge. One thing led to another and now Edward was fairly well known in the wilderness world, with a moderate success at selling himself on how to survive in the wilderness. "I'd like to stand around and talk, but my fans await me!" "My aren't we busy?" Stephen notices, eyeing up the `young' crowd. It did come to his attention, not stocking any books in the camping department, turning his friend's visit into a book-signing, "James, find out who's bright idea this was." "Yes, sir," James acknowledges. "And James?" James does a pirouette, "Yes?" "Call the caterers and tell them our immediate need for..." "I'm on it, Mr. Braddock." Incidentally, behind closed doors, James refers to the boss as, `Stephen.' Walking away to carry on with the details he smiles, loving it when Stephen makes him feel like a valued employee, in more ways than one! About ready to descend on Alek's entourage, Stephen is interrupted from behind, "Stephen, we've got a problem!" He was about to dismiss the intruder, but knew the voice, turning around, "Alex, what's up?" "Underwear," Alex replied. Old friend, entrepreneur, big shot in the fashion world, Alex Nouguet was directing the set up of the men's briefs section downstairs, when they ran into a snag. Stephen, whom left problems up to James, steers Alex over to the Conquistador, "Alex, I want you to meet an old friend of mine!" However, much to Stephen's surprise, a bright smile comes to Edward's face and without shame, shouts over the crowd, "Hey Alex, how's the crotch-pocket business?!" Interrupted again, Edward steps through the crowd of fans, greeted by Alex, "Great Edward. Thanks for the advertisement!" Seeing a pair of briefs in Alex's hand, he grabs for it, "Oh, thanks for the birthday present!" Stealing it back, Alex says, "Forget you parade around in your birthday suit, Edward?" "I didn't know you two knew each other?" They did. However, all it took was one little glance, over the sunglass rack and Alex was stifled into silence, before saying, "Oh-my-god-I think I just found my new underwear model!" Alek felt so embarrassed, literally everyone who was in the camping department looking his way, gulping down, "Who, me?" "Here, catch!" Alex tosses the piece of thin material over a counter. Catching it, Alek asks, "What's this?" Then someone got edgy, wanting their book signed. All Edward could think of is, `lucky Alex!' Stephen Braddock, he didn't know which way to go, James making up his mind for him, "The food will be on site in 5 minutes, Mr. Braddock." "That's great James. Got over by Alex and find out who that guy is he's talking with." Meanwhile, Drew had gotten into the act, helping Kevyn move some things out of the way, refashioning the camping department into a facsimile of a reception area. "Thanks for the help," Kevyn tells him. "I'm Drew," Drew says, wiping some lucent, gooey stuff from his hand, onto his shirt, to have Kevyn shake it. "Now your shirts a mess?" "Oh," Drew looks down upon himself, "Yeah, but at least I got to shake your hand?" Kevyn shook a lot of hands while a salesman and even though Drew's hand was slimy, he liked the slick approach, "I could give you a shirt from the stock. We do that when a customer accidentally gets something on themselves?" It was a recurring problem in the camping department, with all kinds of sprays, for keeping bugs away, greasing up an an axel, or other `greasy stuff.' It was James' idea, having an out of the way place, small shelf, bottom, in the corner, for personal stuff, like condoms and lube, reason being, it campers liked to have fun too! Regardless, mock dress shirts were kept in a closeted area fro such incidents. Drew wasn't particularly keen with having some kind of liquid seeping through his shirt, reason he held it away from his bod in a little pinch of the fingers and thumb, "Uh, yeah, that would be cool." Leading him over to the closet, Kevyn pulls a shirt out, which hung on a hanger, saying, "You can use the fitting room." "Great. Thanks for doing this for me." They were deluxe changing rooms. Drew thought, stepping in through the door, he'd get crackin', but inside was like the suite of his hotel. Complete with staff, outside of an occupied booth, a guy stood, which prompt Drew to ask, "Got an empty?" He wasn't sure, the guy pointing, maybe he couldn't speak, Drew responding with a `Thanks,' anyhoo. Locking himself in the booth, he wondered why Braddock's bothered having a monitor. If it were just for looks, `what a waste!' he laughs to himself. Looking into the mirror, he sees his fox self, but something else. Some of that goo had gotten on his pants, "Oh shit!" Drew catches his mouth in his hand, hoping no one heard! Then horror comes over him, but not real, real horrible, because he knew, even though Kevyn was kinda hot, he hadn't thrown an erection, so the liquid staining the thigh of his pants hadn't originated from his shaft. "Good thing too," he laughs at himself, unbuckling the belt. Taking his pants off, Drew finds himself in a predicament. He had a replacement shirt, but nothing to cover the bulge! Standing there for a few moments, Drew thinks, "Well, I could put them back on, or..." he smile, a evil thing entering his mind, thinking maybe he can get `the statue' outside to do more than point! His idea grows into a full grown prank. He had already kicked his shoes off, peeling the socks, then rounding his ass with his brief briefs, all the time in a jolly mood, "Oh man, this is going to be the prank of all pranks!" As it went, Drew cupped one hand over his massive-ness and unlatched the door with the other hand. Flinging it open, he yells, "I got a problem!" However, the `door guard' wasn't there. Alek was, standing there in a pair of briefs and face to face with nakedness, "Drew, what the hell you doing?" Biting his lip, Drew thought fast, "Uh, I, Uh, I got grease on my shirt and Kevyn gave me one to change into. Why are you standing there with only briefs on? By the way, you look awesome!" "Thanks, but it you came in here to change your shirt, how come you don't have anything else on?" Drew didn't need to answer, Alex Nouguet walking in, Stephen Braddock at his side, Kevyn bringing up the rear. Eyes popping open, Alex says, "Oh my god, Stephen, the store is crawling with stunning men today!" Drew's fear turns to relaxed, uttering, "Really? You think I'm stunning?" "Very," Stephen seconds it. Kevyn's reaction is a little milder, "You look good, Drew. How did the shirt fit?" "The shirt?" "Did you get some grease on the pants as well?" "Yeah. That's it," Drew confesses. Stephen Braddock would go to the ends of the earth for Alex Nouguet, but he didn't need to go further than the `briefs' department. Passing under the sign, Stephen smiled, thinking of James' great idea, which not only brought men into the department to shop for themselves! While Kevyn and Drew chatted, Alex and Alek did likewise, which brought Alek to the conclusion, "So, are you going to model Alex's briefs, Drew?" "I'll go get some pants for you anyway," Kevyn says to Drew. "Got the old ones? I can match them up." Reporting back to his little cubby, Alek shouts, "Hey, you forgot to shave, bro!" "What?" Drew asks, coming out, balls half falling from one hand. "Nothing," Alek smiled. Though, Alex had gotten it, saying that's where the razor and cream came in, saying it would as smooth as a baby's ass when `his people' got through with Drew! With Kevyn leaving. Stephen came back with an armful of Nouguet briefs, "I didn't know which one you would want!" Knowing Stephen wanted to get a closer view, Alex says, "Why don't you ask?" Standing up on a slight pedestal, all the cubbies a hike up one step, Drew looked like a god to Stephen. Well, at 6'1, swimmers build, tight around the abs, dark brown chest hair cresting the pecks, swath of bellyhole hair, contoured beard and stylish hair, Drew could very well pass for at the least, `Greek', "Uh, can I try on a few?" More than excited over the closeup, Stephen, not a dwarf himself, at 6'2, shoves them all at Drew, "Take them all!" In order to do so, Drew had to use two hands. At first his shaft and globes dropped down, but then he caught his nudity with the dozen or briefs, "Thanks." "My pleasure," the 40-something department store magnate smiles. Alek was just following stuff here. In the try on suite, he knew he and Drew the only ones to be `gay', but in talking to Alex, finds out he has a gay partner and 2 little boys. He finds out more when... "Stephen, you want to go check on something in the store before you pop an erection?" It made Alek laugh his ass off, quieting his question to Alex, "Mr. Braddock's gay?" Alex's answer, "You didn't see how he was ogling over your friend?" It was obvious, so Alek just laughed it off. Being in the briefs business, designer and for some guys, `fitter', Alex thought it unabashed to say, "Man, Alek, your cock and balls really fit those briefs nicely!" Thinking it a joke, Alek says, "Cool. You wanna go have sex?" In his business, it could be the question which popped up most often, or a gesture which would allude to it, "Would be no problem with you, Alek, except I'm faithful to my partner." Then, to Alek, it wasn't a joke, "I'm so sorry. I never meant to..." He was shut up real quick, Alex grabbing Alek behind the neck and planting a wet one on his lips, breaking free, "Thanks for modeling my briefs. All you have to do is say the word and I can get you into a prestigious modeling firm." "You think I have potential?" Alek replies. Staring down at the briefs, "Oh yeah, you've got potential all right!" Knocking on the door frame, Jeremi comes in, "Hi. Am I interrupting anything?" "Nah," Alek replies. Even Jeremi knew the score, "You look really good in those." Then a question to Alex, "How do you know how big or small to make those?" Alex replies, "Measure!" "Does a guy have to be," Jeremi gulps, "big to measure?" "Let's just say I'll never had to `make' a guy get hard to measure?" "Oh, I see," Jeremi innocently replies, "they stroke themselves up before you measure." "Yeah, that's it," Alex says, even though it's only occurred a couple of times and it took more than a hand to get a big prop from which to measure! "What's up now, Alex?" Alek asks, more to break the ice of a stagnant atmosphere. "I came to tell Stephen the bad news that..." Suddenly, James enters, "We've got you covered, Alex." Alek says softly, whereas probably only Alex, standing by his side, heard, "Too much cover!" It earned his an elbow-nudge in the ribs, "What a lifesaver, James. When are you going to quit this mundane department store job and come work for me?" His face looked like he had to piss real bad, James saying, "It's complicated." Right now, three hot men in the room, it was totally uncomplicated for Alek's cock to react, "Uh, I think I'm ready to be measured, Alex!" Unknown to even Alex, James makes an advance, "Cool. I take care of all of Mr. Braddock's special guests!" Protecting his property, or at least the idea behind stepping in between, Jeremi says, "I don't think we're the `real special' kind!" Coming across at the real macho type, James' reputation sinks, "Oh, I'm so sorry," looking up at Alek, up a step, "I didn't know you two were..." Alek didn't either, but sure was proud of the way Jeremi was protecting his territory, "Yeah, I forgot to mention, me and Jeremi are dating." "Dating?" James saw a flicker of hope. "More than dating," Alek confirms it, in a bit stronger tone. "There. You have your answer James. So, what bunch of models have you rounded up for me, in lieu of the turncoats who were supposed to model tomorrow?" Alex Nouguet is well known in the fashion industry, so when someone does him wrong he forgives, but forgets the next time he needs a service rendered, which is why James also confirms, "I've told the agency to erase your name from their address books and `moi' came up with a brilliant idea I'm sure you're going to like!" He always did that, James waiting to be asked, Alex coming through, "And?" "Where Edward is having his book signing party, I placed and audition sheet on the table and you wouldn't believe it..." "What would I not believe, James?" Alex stands there like he's annoyed, arms crossing his middle. "Some old dude signed up!" Alek turns to Jeremi, "Arne!" "You think?" "Long as he's hot, why should I care, James?" In Alex's mind, "You say he's a friend of your's Alek?" Smiling, a vision of Aronold forms in Alek's mind, "I have to say, he keeps himself in impeccable shape." "He's damn good looking, too," Jeremi throws in. Which makes Alek think he didn't know Jeremi had it in him to say, "Ya think?" What none of them knew, when Edward saw Aronold sign his name on the audition list, after leaving the table, Edward interrupted his book signing and `autographed' the list! Within the time it took to wrap things up, Alek agreeing to put off the departure of their trip one more day, in order to model for Alex, Kevyn had run to the mens department and brought Drew back some duds. No which he minded, first off, Kevyn assumed the duty of being his personal attendant. Secondly, "You were supposed to bring me back 1 pair of pants?" "I know, but Mr. Braddock felt awfully bad about you getting something we stock in the store, on yourself, and told me to run a tab." "Run a tab?" Drew takes the tag on the pants in hand and looks at it, "Five-fuckin'-hundred dollars...for a pair of jeans?" It made Kevyn laugh his ass off! Not only that, the expression, coupled with Drew standing there without a stitch of clothing gave him even more reason to be gay, "What I forgot to mention, the `tab' goes onto Mr. Braddock's personal account. In other words, you don't owe us a dime!" "That's a lotta dimes!" Making sure Drew understood, "If the pants fit, the tag comes off!" "I gotcha," Drew wasn't sure about this, slowly feeding his legs into the pants. "Oh wait. I got something else for you." Drew sat there on the little bench, knees moderately far apart. The bellyhole swath didn't stop there, melding with the top of his pubes, making the base of his cock and balls almost indistinguishable. With fuzzy thighs, hairy legs, Drew got quite a sensation when Kevyn had to reach down for the pants, arm swiping his hairy calf. "I think I put it in the pocket of the jeans. Yeah. Here it is." >From the left pocket, Kevyn pulls some black, "I hope you like it." "A jock strap?" "Alex's last year's model. Has a real leather crotch pocket." "Leather, huh?" Drew studies the stringed brief, with two strands of lycra. Twice he had looked up, just to see Kevyn's reaction. Twice, studying Drew's face, with a few glances to what was between the thighs, Kevyn finally talks off topic, "You sure are a beautiful man." Drew didn't exactly know how to ask this, without looking like a racist, "You're not American, are you? I mean, you're probably a citizen, right?" "I'm a citizen, but if you're asking about my heritage?" Slapping a thigh, Drew condemns himself, "Yeah, it slipped my mind. That's what I meant." "My father was Indian and my mother Filipino. Then there is some Irish in our family from a long time ago." It made Drew smile, regardless of whatever genes Kevyn inherited, "And your family, they live in L.A.?" "No. They died in a ferry accident...back home." "Oh. I'm so sorry," Drew did look glum. Feeling like opening up, something which Kevyn didn't normally do with strangers, "I'm their only child. I don't have any other family." Natural for Drew to feel sympathetic, a quality his mother told him it was good to have, "I can be your brother?" Running a hand, from Drew's knee, up his thigh, Kevyn says, "Can you be more than that?" Grabbing Kevyn's necktie, Drew reels him in for a kiss! Right in the middle of the sweet confection, Alek swings the door open, "You're still in the buff, dude?" Turning it right around on Alek, "You still in that slingshot?" "It feels good," Alek replies. "Kind of horny. Might wear it all day!" "Oh great, another weirdo walking the streets of LA!" "Hey, guess what?" "You had a threesome with Jeremi and James?" "Now there's a thought!" Alek giggles. "Really, Alek?" Drew moves on. They all do, until Alek is ready to walk through the door from the suite of fitting rooms, a security buzzer going off in his head, "Uh, I don't really feel like being the spectacle of the day. Think I'll head on back in and find my jeans!" Kevyn had made sure Drew was properly outfitted for the public, "How does it feel to dress in style?" Already fond of Kevyn's friendship, particularly since Kevyn has gotten a bird's eye view of everything he owned, Drew flirts, "If you like it, I like it!" On the same tablet page, Kevyn replies, "I do. I like it a lot!" Outside, at Edward's table there's a list of those who wish to become a Nouguet model for one day and some of the guys have signed up to participate, Edward asking Drew, "How about yourself?" With the task of taking the gang through the wilderness of Wyoming and beyond, Edward was a whiz at memorizing names and faces, noticing Drew's handsome mug, his handwriting not on the sheet. "Alex needs more `hot' guys?" Alek knew Drew was hot without anyone telling him, "No. He needs `one more' hot guy." Seeing Alek all dressed, except for the tee shirt tucked in between his teeth, while fastening his belt, Drew jokes, "Nice abs," he smiles, "but you'd better hurry and sign up, Alek!" Alek had to admit, not too tasty, clenching near the armpit of his shirt, but there was something positive out of it, shirt hiked up enough to display the stripe dividing his abs in half, chiseled part leading to... Rather than get a hard-on over his thoughts, "What about you, Kevyn?" "No. That's not me. I hope to go to college and get an education. Maybe someday I can become an `Edward Kedzierski!" He made up Drew's mind, "I think I'll pass. Besides, more fun watching you guys parade around in those skimpy little thingees!" "Great, Drew," Alek takes his leave, "make sure you keep a box of tissues handy!" After Alek leaves, Kevyn says, "I think we need those tissues now." "What?" Drew forgets where he's at, fondles his junk through his jeans, "I didn't? Oops," he looks around for response. Sure enough, he can feel it, goo oozing out, the precursors which have led up to this moment! A couple of inches shorter than Drew, Kevyn had to lift his heels a fraction of an inch off the floor to whisper into his ear, "Dry. Wet? It's all good!" Drew's jaw dropped down, turning to Kevyn. All along he's gotten the impression of his new bud being the reserved type, well even though Kevyn's eyes were all over him in the fitting room. With a loss of words, Drew leaves it up in the air, "Oh. Okay then." Alek decided not to prance around outside the try on rooms, though it would have been fun to put himself on exhibit, something he kind of found exciting to do. As with a person of the opposite thinking, he would have draped his shirt over his bod, smoothing it out over pecs and abs, but found it fun looking at guys' reactions. Unfortunately, he wasn't the foundations of many of the dudes standing around. Rather, `Edward', his books, dvds and tall tales, here and other wild places of the world. Edward's autograph party wound down finally, until word had gotten around he was at Braddock's. Then the public poured in again, along with a TV crew. As a token of his appreciation, Stephen gifted the Conquistador and the vehicle which was on display, to Edward, a mere 75-grand off the top of his coming year profits. For Braddock, a drop in the bucket. Edward wanted to so badly to spend time with the guys, going out to forage for food. It was sweet of Aronold to want to stay behind. Though, at closing time, he was amazed when Stephen pulled him off the floor, joining him and James in the comforts of his office suite, "Dinner? Here in the store?" Smiling, Stephen was up to his old tricks, "With an all-male staff of waiters?" he winked. Aronold's ears picked up quicker than a dog, "All-male you say? I'm in!" Right there in Stephen's office, knowing the wallpaper would be all-male, Aronold began unbuttoning his shirt, James remarking, "I'm starting to really like your ideas, Arne." "Then lose the tie!" Standing there, a quirky smile on his lips, James says, "Why don't you make me?" Walking over, shirtless, while James admires that lush, gingerly fur, Aronold says, "Don't mind if I do!" James strongly suggests, "Sir?" Now, Aronold didn't go for that s&m shit, but James was one hot guy, so he went along for the ride, knowing how the bossy dudes liked it, "Master James," he smiles. "Undress me, boy!" Hours before, Aronold had used his snooping skills to find out all the stats on Stephen's receptionist, which as he displayed publicly, James took pride in crossing his T's and dotting his i's, "Hmm, I like it when two minds think alike!" "Is that so? Then how come you're still in your pants?" Message sent, James came across as both cunning master and sweet-talking lover. Whether Aronold picked up on it, James liked having the best of both worlds. Sometimes, a guy had to bend his values, if it meant snagging a hot man! Meanwhile, with not much time for an early afternoon supper, the crew decided on fast food - Chinese. One of the greats of the model and fashion industry, Alex Nouguet didn't start out on top, but rather as a twist of fate, the pinnacles of his career took to leaps and bounds, after his meetup with Stephen Braddock. Of course, he had to credit his now good friend, Cayman Karlyle with part of that success. Through all this, Alex picked up a lot on things outside the perimeters of his own knowledge, "I hope you all know that as a model..." a shrimp falls off his chopstick, Alex's eyes following it to the plate, which makes him laugh, brush it off, "One thing I haven't mastered yet!" Even though friends and strangers alike have picked up on Johnny's `beauty', a nearly swimmers build, blond head of hair and chiseled cheek bones, which molded together could put him at the top of the list of one of the top ten most handsome men in the world, his shyness stills prevails, "Um, Alex?" he says. Raising his left hand for permission to speak was one of Johnny's meek traits. It didn't go unnoticed, since meeting, Alex paying special mind, "What's up, Johnny?" Sitting at the far end of the three tables they pushed together, Mat wondered what was up with that, even though he knew Alex was partnered, with kids. For now, he sat back, taking it all in, the interaction between the famous designer and his meek and mild boyfriend, sitting back, arms folded, paying keen attention. Johnny, he was just over curious, perhaps a little nervous about wearing only a pair of skimpy briefs, one which would be showing off what guys could term, something of `massive magnitude', "About us being models?" "Oh. Yes, of course. All I wanted to say is, there's a trick to how you strut yourself down the runway and I've called in a pro in the field to help you out." Of course, each had their own favorite; which some fell under other categories... "Hell with you all; Ben Cohen's got my vote!" They all agreed, Cohen being the hottest `bear' on the planet, turning on their own friend, "Ben Cohen is a rugger, Nick!" Nick knew that, still contests, "No, he's a model too!" Becoming vocal, Johnny, sitting right next to Alex, determines, "Why don't we leave it to Alex?!" Corner of Mat's lip `smiled', `Yeah, get out of this one, Alex!' "Nick's right!" It left a bright smile on the 34-year old's lips, Nick gloating, "Next time listen to your elders!" Tyler Yoffe, whom Nick had met at `Man Fan', had just gotten off duty, walking in on them, "If older means wise, then Nick's gotta be pretty smart!" Placing his hands on Nick's shoulders, Tyler bends over to rub cheeks, receive a tiny peck on the cheek, which also Nick delivers, "I'll be getting even for that remark, later!" Answering in a return whisper, Tyler says, "I would hope so!" They all knew Nick and his `pick up' at the s&m bar did not limit their activities to playing around in the studio at the club. Slim, on the same wavelength, sitting to Nick's left, says incognito, "I wish I had thought up a catchy phrase like that!" He answered the former taxi driver in a cunning way, Nick changing his vocal demeanor, "Give my boyfriend your chair, or there will be hell to pay!" Slim knew Nick was kidding around, but the game of discipline, which could lead to other areas of the `sport', really made his loins tingle, "No problem, sir," he jumps out of his chair. Tommy, right next to Slim, had been following the general populace, argument of whether a porn star was also a model, which then took a turn of whether a porn star could also be a personal trainer. Even though they weren't, Paul Wagner came out on top, as the sexiest. Nick caught the tail end, hearing Wagner's name mentioned, which made him smile; over the video of Wagner on his knees, mouth wide open, drinking down some dude's recycled beer... "Now wouldn't that be sweet!" "What would be?" Tyler asks. Thinking on their conversation back at the `Man Fan Club', playing in the studio, it was more shop talk than action. Of Wagner taking down the liquid refreshment, Nick says, "That's for me to know and you to find out!" There wasn't much Tyler didn't like, so he was sure Nick would `aim' to please! "We better get moving," Alex says. "I would like it to be us waiting for Armando and not the other way around!" "Awesome! I win!" Alek jumps out of his seat, having named his favorite model, which had been the one Alex had arranged to come show them the ropes of `runway strutting'. Jaeson nudges Jeremi's arm, "Your boyfriend, he's a humble kind of guy, huh?" Not getting it, Jeremi seriously replies, "I don't think so." Ready to debate it, Jaeson didn't have the chance, Alek taking the initiative to lead the gang out of their chairs. Alex puts a hand around Alek's shoulder, saying, "Thanks. I hadn't a clue to how I was going to achieve that!" "For some it takes practice," Alek says; "for others, it comes natural!" "Wow," Alex jokes, "a whole room full of humble guys!" % Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee `ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.