Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2015 13:47:08 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 16 The drill: This 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, 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, causing wet nightmares over and over, you should not read this story. % Various 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. 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 support for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting steamy characters out of my stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html % ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 16 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % Jumping the curb, into the limo, Nick had to yell at them for `rocking the boat'. However, it was a sign, meant to communicate, if he was going to drive the gang over the Rockies, no way would it be in a limo! Dialing Alek from his car, Nick didn't need to grieve much, finding out Alek and Edward were way ahead of him, but out of concern, his own, "I hope I'm driving something `nice,' Alek?" Nick admires Alek's choosing, "Oh? Really?" it was like some delectable parts of sex, "Oh, yes, that's very appealing. Yeah. Cool. I'll pass it on." However, thinking of the choice vehicle, the `Conqueror' and jeep to pull it, Nick forgets to mention it to the others! They didn't need to know, the gang ready to close the doors and get on their way. About to do so, a familiar face appears in at one of the doors, "Hi, guys!" First it were Pete, then Jack, the cousins flashing their bright, dopey smiles. Jaeson says, "We thought you went off to become porn stars?" Of course, Jaeson knew what kind of themes ran through the studios at `Man Fan.' Jack offers, "Me and Pete, we weren't their kind of guy." "Well, not exactly," Pete butts in on his cousin, "they thought we looked awfully cute!" Again Jack explains, "But then Pete, when they tied his arms and legs to an `x-framed' thingee, he had to go and get sick." Meekly, Pete says, should have been blushing, feeling embarrassment in saying, "I'm afraid of heights." Having been there, at the dungeon, partying night before last, one of the guys says, "Afraid of heights? Your feet aren't more than 2 feet off the ground, Pete?" "Still," Pete defends, "it was enough to make me barf!" Bursting out with laughter, Jaeson isn't a bit remorseful for the director and his workers, "I love it!" It did click, Jaeson thinking of the movie they made, the director tied down to the rack, tickling his feet! "But that's not all. Tell'em Jack." "Do I have to?" Jack acts sheepish towards his cousins badgering. He didn't, Pete explaining, "Then they got annoyed at Jack because he goes and trips over this rack with all the whips and chains hanging from it. What a mess!" Leaving them all in the lurch, Drew says, "Which means?" "Well," Pete explains, "not only did all the whips and chains come clanging down, but it hit into the tool cabinet and..." Jack laughs out loud, "You had to be there, seeing the guys trying to untangle all of these chains with little clips attached!" "Thanks for mentioning that, Jack," Pete acted peeved. "Oh. Yeah," Jack acknowledged, Pete explaining, how they were punished, made to sort out dozens of little weights, spread over the floor. Inquisitive lads, always on the lookout for something to dress up their blog, they were more taken in by how the weights were employed, used on a ball harness to weigh down a dude's balls! "The director was willing to give us another chance," Pete goes on to say, Jack cutting in, "They really liked the look of our backs!" The cousins meant the director thought it would look really good, capturing Jack and Pete having their backs lashed, red welts against the white skin, but Scott had other alternatives, "Maybe you should show us," he zeroes in on, "Jack. I'm good at making judgement on stuff like that!" "Really, Jack?" Jeremi wonders where his mind is. His crazy comment got him a jab in the ribs, complaining to Jeremi, "Hey, what was that for?" He might have come across as meek and mild, but Jeremi was out to protect what was his, or slowly becoming his, "You know what it was for!" "O-o-okay," Drew says, "on that note..." They found more of Pete and Jack's adventures more a comedy routine, driving the director insane, as Nick drove from the hotel. Even though they made like they were wanted men, Pete and Jack made like leaving on their own accord, rather than kicked out of Man Fan Studios! % Back at the hotel, the oldsters decided to stick together. One benefit, Aronold thought, stick with the communication line to the bank, Edward, in case they should run short of funds. Over the years, Eric Nefflette had slowly admitted to himself, at 34-years old, he wasn't part of the young, in crowd and changed over his mentality to be included with Edward, Aronold, and the others, over-25 crowd. Tired of chasing bad guys all over LA and the `burbs, he settled on settling down with a security firm. He was good at doubling his identity, fierce thief-catcher by daylight, sun going down, he loved being tied up by evil dudes, wanting to get their way with the helpless law enforcer types. Eric especially liked it when the perpetrators `forced' their type of law on him! An exception, Adam show concern for his 21-year old lover, asking, "You're okay with not going with the others, Tommy?" He did, but show more interest in his furry companion, "It's simple. Wherever you go, I go!" Hypothetically speaking, Adam says, "Oh? And if I became a slave again?" "A slave needs a master, doesn't he?" Adam got all tingle inside! Tommy had always dreamed, when he got older, he would meet up with a man much like himself, featuring a chest and stomach of hair, crossing down to the cock and balls, legs, arms, back and a beard much like his own...a bear-hunk of a man! Beyond the looks, Tommy loved it how Adam held the knowledge of being a slave. Much like he was a slave to being bullied in high school, a fat kid then, Tommy often liked roleplaying. His `bullies' were the apex of wet dreams. He knew there was a difference, between those bullies and Adam, a man requiring special needs. They had an early start to developing a relationship and Tommy hoped it would blossom and bloom. If it required a small amount of extracurricular work, he was for it. Alek was ready to head out to the curb, when Tom grabs his boyfriend's sleeve, "We missed our ride." So involved with Edward, on the finance situation, Alek hadn't realized, "Well," he makes an about face, "looks like we're stuck with the senior crowd!" "I don't mind," Tom replies, a smile on his face. "You're right," Alek caught what Tom was driving at. Other than age, they could be just as much fun, "It's only a number, right?" "Right," Tom agreed, thinking of how he got it up last night, hoping Alek would not mind it, that he wasn't `that big!' Alek didn't mind, thinking back to how it didn't take much to pack a Nouguet brief! However, they weren't the only ones to miss a ride in the limo, "Don't tell me I'm late?" Edward had witnessed Johnny's demeanor in bed, which to him looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. Then he had to go and pull that stunt with the `incentive' remark. Feeling guilty, Edward had closed the door on the situation. Guilt feelings can be good, which made him walk over to Johnny, put an arm over his shoulder, "You're never too late, Johnny. If you don't mind, you and I can go shopping together?" Silent for a moment, Johnny had a mashup of conflict. He thought about waking up this morning, how quick Edward tried to get away from him, rather than try a sexual approach to sad feelings, Well...okay." "Think of yourself as being lucky, having me as the guy who knows how to pick out all the right clothing for a trip into the wilderness!" Aronold turns to Eric, but he wasn't there, changing his thoughts of wanting to share, Edward getting kind of friendly with the kiddies! Looking across the way, Aronold's eyes focus on Eric, chatting with Zack. "Hmm." Since Eric had had a crush on Zack, finding him alone, made a play for it, "Hey, need some help carrying all the stuff you're about to buy? I'm your guy!" Zack partied last night, but the 38-year old didn't have anyone to share his bed, so solo jerked off. Tonight could be different, "Are you sure you're strong enough, Eric?" Eric's bod was streamlined, but a man picking up on a line he threw out there, "Yup and got a strong jaw too!" "Good bit of information to know," Zack replies. Seeing Zack was falling for it, Eric continues on the rampage, "And I'll do anything you want me to do, and if you want, you can do stuff to me?" Right up Zack's bdsm-alley, he remarks, "Anything, huh?" "Within reason." Having been involved in some crazy stuff, Eric has learned how far he wanted to go, "A few superficial marks are okay, but nothing life-threatening, that is if you're into it?" He was checking out what Zack was into, which he probed far enough, "Oh, I'm into it. I just want to make sure a guy can take what I can dish out!" "Just checking," though Eric wasn't too picky, "how big we talking?" "Oh, don't you worry yourself about that...you'll feel it!" Zack smiles an evil, toothy grin. As with past meet ups in the bdsm vein, some promised delivery and weren't all they were cooked up to be. Some didn't know what the hell they were doing, Eric going home with a burning back, having to feel embarrassed, lying to the doctor it was the sunscreen's fault. The next doctor he got at the medical center, happened to have the same interests, found out by the doctor mercilessly examining Eric's red nips! So, Eric always made an appointment with that specific doctor. However, Eric didn't want to be bothered even having to seek medical help as a result of an unsterilized pin pushed through his nip, so made up a list of what he was into and not and that safety was key to coming back for more. That was it, too, repeat business and soon Eric found some men who could fill that bill. Though, after hitting the 30-mark, Eric found `masters' wanting much younger `boys' to play with, which thinned the market out considerably. This is why Eric picked up on the glint in Zack's eye, the grin. Speaking with Zack, Eric thought this could be a guy for him, and not shy about what both hoped for, "I can take anything you throw at me, or in me?" "We'll see," Zack says, balls churning, Eric so eager a victim, "we'll see." The mostly younger portion of the gang off on their own, the remaining part yet again divided up. Tommy, more Adam's mentor was gung-ho, when Adam mentions it would be fun, since they had the monetary means, check out a leather shop he knew of. Zack was thinking more on rugged clothing, but when Eric doesn't mind his own business, listening in on Adam and Tommy's conversation, "Ooh! Can we come too?" "Sure you can," Tommy, good-natured, asserts. Comparing notes, Tommy and Eric form their own little conclave. With an arm cast over Adam's shoulder, Zack says, "Looks like our boys have a lot to learn, eh?" Relatively new to Adam's being the `master' and not the `slave', turns a cheek, "They do," his eyes wander, "but I'd sure like to see what you can take!" Surprised, appalled by the suggestion, Zack mellows out, "Hmm, maybe we can do a tradeoff sometime at that!" Adam had already covered some territory, having been a `real' slave to a guy who knew all the perks. With Zack walking over to Eric and Tommy, he can only vision some of the things he was meant to endure, applied to Zack, like 200 lashes across the back, whipt ass, chest, hot wax dripped on a furry chest and stomach, ripped off, and to top it off, he smiled, thinking of the protest he would get, lopping off Zack's bushy haircut with a haircut kit... `Hmm, something to put at the top of my shopping list!' Yup, Adam was really enjoying the crossover from top to bottom, loving the versatility! It's decided, Alek and Tom striking out on their own. Walking towards the front, revolving doors, Alek hears his name called, a slight voice in the distance, from behind. Turning around, Alek is puzzled, "Kevyn? What are you doing here?" Kevyn could have made it into a long, drawn out reason why he missed the limo ride and `Drew', "You see, I was taking my time drying my hair...it has to be a certain way, you see and...and I suppose I took too long!" There was more, even Tom seeing it, "But Drew left without you?" Kevyn Darmadi did think there was an explanation, one which he was trying to evade, thinking it to himself, "Yes, well you see... The 20-year old, 5'10, muscled lad, product of an Indian father and Polynesian mother, would put a hex on a guy, not by what he was saying, but for his incredibly good looks, "...and because Mr. Nouguet mentioned it to Drew, he thinks he will be staying in Los Angeles and become a model." He didn't propose friendship or even love, which made Alek wonder, "And you don't want to stay with him?" "I am not a monster," is the way Kevyn could look at other insensitive people, "you see, Drew wants me to move on, to follow my own dreams." "Oh," Tom says, following the conversation as closely as Alek. Tom, a model himself, could relate about people; cut throats to some genuinely cool guys. Alek does smile, with the `nerve' of Tom cutting in on his thoughts, "And what is your dream, Kevyn?" Coaxing Kevyn to walk with them, they head towards the lobby entrance. All the while, Kevyn talks up a storm over how the runway show at Braddock's, "You see, the whole idea, it has given me an idea, I would like to open an underwear boutique." Tom jokes, "Got any models yet?" It does get him some looks. Kevyn has viewed Tom in one of Nouguet's `ball bags', however Alek more goes on not an issue at the moment. Though, Tom gets out of his comment by a tall, 6'1 dude, shades coming off the eyes, "Hey, we gotta talk, Kevyn!" With Drew rushing in, tee shirt sopping with sweat, they find out the limo let him out about 6 blocks from the hotel and he ran all the way back. "I got to thinking," Alek and Tom witness Drew saying, "how lonely my life would be without you there and...fuck the modeling gig." It was time for Drew and Kevyn to have their privacy, Alek saying, "I could sure use a smoothie, Tom?" % In Edward's mind there was a surefire reason for making the rule, meet back at the hotel at 3pm. Even though he instructed on the guys picking out rugged wear, most returned with something more stylish. Nick got much of the flack for driving the crew to more trendy stores, which he answers to Edward, "So, punish me!" They had good rapport, but how Edward wanted to punish Nick's ass, seeing those tight buns walk away! However, in the long run, Nick would be `punished', having to drive back to the stores to make returns and with Edward along for the ride, drive 10 miles to a warehouse for gear more suited for a camping trip. Adam and Tommy did well for themselves, picking up some stylish leather gear. Once they had stripped off their street clothes, it was only a matter of switching out a harness for the right fit and what would look good across Adam's rather lean chest, as opposed to Tommy's broad pecs. Though, Adam was a little jealous, Tommy needing a larger sized leather pouch! Following them to the leather store, Zack and Eric remained a short time, long enough for Eric to pick out a harness. Zack, he wasn't really as much into the gear as playing out he part. Eric stood there, holding up a big, big buttplug, "How about one of these?" Smiling, Zack took it from Eric's hand, tossing it back into the bin, "I prefer natural!" Working at London West, heading out to London East, Zack always loved the feel of wearing a suit, dressy slacks, starched dress shirt, necktie to complete the ensemble. He knew, on the wilderness trail this would not be the ideal ensemble, but about to leave the leather store he spotted something comparable, "Hold it a sec." Eric, goods all packed in a complimentary leather shopping bag, laughed, arm almost pulled out of his socket by Zack, turning back, "You see something?" In the turn around, Eric did shift his gaze from Zack, seeing a scruffy dude over by the fitting rooms, a clerk helping him try to fit a leather brief over the piercing through his cock. It's times like these, Eric did not mind fate playing a little part in his life! Good enough for others, when Zack asks, "See something you like?" Eric was not into having a pin stabbed through his dickhead, hooped through with a steel ring, "Uh, not now, thanks!" It did make Eric think, with all that goo flinging out of the cock-hole, what did it take to keep the ring shiny? Thinking too deeply on his own thoughts, Eric talked himself into licking around the hoop, like a metal puzzle, mentally! It's probably why Zack brushed his hand past Eric's crotch, "Something making you hard?" He knew Zack was most likely getting the wrong impression, again stressing, "I'm not interested in getting pierced!" "Well not here," Zack runs his hand up, under Eric's shirt, lifting a portion of it, tweaks a nip, "but maybe here?" Eric brushes Zack's hand away, "If I cream my pants, it's your fault!" Smiling, a bit horny himself over it, "I'll take the responsibility!" "Are you guys done shopping?" Adam asks. Just the opposite, the way Tommy and Adam were shopping up a storm, it only looked like they were waiting for Zack, when he exclaims, "Oh shoot! Forgot about the tie!" "What's that about?" Tommy asks, Zack rushing back to the leather counter, flipping through the circular rack. "Oh, you'll find out," Eric wasn't hinting. Seeing about 4 apiece of the comp leather bags, "Seriously?" Tommy's hand, with 2 bags attached still has the fortitude to rub Adam's back, "Yeah, we really want to get to know each other before..." With so many unsure sex partners, Eric says, "Oh, so you're a couple?" Adam softly turns to Tommy, "Is that what we are?" "You mean, more than fuck buddies?" Tommy returns. A kiss kind of sealed the deal, but also drew comment from Zack, returning with the leather tie he forgot, "Wanna get a room?" That night, Adam and Tommy would realize something. When Tommy lifted things out of his bags, they were mostly composed of things to wear. Adam, things to wear too, but an assortment Adam was used to in his past-life, pair of nip-clamps, leash which would fit around the balls to harness energy not spent and a special present for Tommy. Holding up the flogger by the handle, straightening out the leather fronds, Tommy smartly says, "You bought this for me? How sweet!" "Yeah," Adam is all smiles, "you like it?" Playing stoopid, Tommy flings it over his shoulder, "Do I use it like this?" "No-o-o," Adam strips off his shirt, turns around, "you use it on me!" That was just one of many stories of the shopping escapade. For Edward and the others, they were too tired to party, coming back to London West 3 hours later, only to have to shower and freshen up for Alex Nouguet's premiere at Braddock's. Edward says to Alek on the side, "I doubt you and Tom will get disturbed tonight!" Seeing the same thing, guys dragging their sacks of rugged clothing in, Alek says, "Why? You haven't figured out who the winner is?" Snapping his fingers, the guys all tired out wasn't his worry, Edward exclaiming, "I knew I forgot something!" This little incentive, part of a three-way did get Edward crackin'! % Braddock's is where Alex Nouguet got his start. Even before he stepped into a Braddock's store, Alex and Stephen were good friends. His stardom happened overnight. Driven from the life of a high school senior, peddling his goods to other 12th graders and under, in Pennsylvania, to the hills of Hollywood and beyond, in a few short years the Nouguet name had become a landmark among men's briefs. Even though his `cock-pocket' had been copied by other brands, just to have the name `Nouguet' imprinted on an elastic band below the navel, it carried weight where Alex was concerned. Having his own, well publicized underwear label, it brought fruits of his labor, like the make or break of meeting a hot guy at a club. Soon the Nouguet name spread like wildfire, racking up sales and making Alex some topnotch friends in the fashion industry. He has been out at the Cayman Karlyle estate, near the Hamptons, so many times, Cayman built Alex his own cottage on the estate, complete with designer's studio and sewing room. Of course, models walk the estate at all times, so having models handy are easy to find in a jiffy! "What's it like?" Alex helps adjust the cock-pocket around the Drew's balls. "What's it like? What's what alike?" Drew couldn't answer right away, rather couldn't repeat the question, "I like how you're making the adjustments!" Wouldn't be the first time, nor the last time Alex got a response to his moving the fabric around, situating it along the leg, so nothing could pop out. An easy answer, Alex chooses from a myriad of ways, picks one out for this particular handsome lad, "I think I see a wet spot!" "No-o-o-o-o!" Drew exclaims, by instinct pulling the briefs away from his crotch, looking for himself! Laughing, Alex says, "Gotcha there, didn't I?" He also got a nice view. Whereas the balls stay intact, Drew's 7c pokes out the top! "Now look what you've done!" Alex smiles, helping Drew, pushing the long tube back in. Knowing himself, "I don't think that's gonna do it," Drew says, beyond the realm of self control. Beyond self control, Alex teases, taking 2 ice cubes out of his drink, "Maybe this will help!" Mouth dropped wide, the beautiful black, cropped beard following, eyes white as saucers, Drew exclaiming, "I can't believe you did that!" Having pulled at the `Nouguet elastic' waistband, Alex had dropped the two ice cubes in, "Cool you down any?" In reality, when it came time to pairing up his workers, Alex had set his eyes on Drew. Not just tonight, but since he first saw the 22-year old, he thought of more potential than a model, which Alex was well aware of the patch-up, making amends with his partner. "Uh, no," Drew still looked, by pulling the brief away from his pubes. "I don't think it's shrinking any." "Then," Alex once again puts a hand on Drew's crotch pocket, "there's only one way as I see it!" Parking the elastic under Drew's balls, Alex stoops down, opening his mouth. Sure, it would have been a good way to liberate his pent up erection, eliminate the stiff status, but then, instead of the designer relieving the pressure, who should come to mind, is Kevyn! Whipping his cock forcibly from where Drew allowed it to go, about ready to fall onto Alex's tongue, he says, "Sorry. I kind of have a boyfriend and don't really want to break up. Besides, aren't you married?" Suddenly standing tall, Alex is full of apologies, "I'm sorry. I should have asked." Speaking the truth, a moment of letting his guard down, Drew says, "No, you're not to blame. I almost let it go too far." Letting bygones be bygones, Alex tells him, "Your Kevyn is a lucky man." Then, to further stray from what was about to take place, Alex says, "I don't like you in those briefs at all. Why don't we try one of the prototypes, something not slated for the show?" "Really?" it drew a little embarrassment out of Drew's soul. Like nothing ever happened between the two, Alex made sure the prototype picked, would not need any crotch adjustment. All it took was for Drew to step out of the old, into the newer briefs, move his cock and balls around for comfort and he was ready for the runway. "You look spectacular, Drew!" Smiling, Drew thought he owed it Alex, hugging him, "And I owe it all to you!" Walking out of the special room, only used by the designer, they were set upon a view of the models, stripped from the waist up...and those waists! Alek had caved in at the last minute, Jeremi feeling ill from something he ate in the afternoon. The built up wall of resistance Alek had come by, refusing to parade around in a cheesy undergarment, Tom broke it down like a sledgehammer in hand, "Maybe we can give them a new theme, `boyfriends', walking down the runway hand in hand?" The new theme got great reviews, even from their own entourage, telling Alek, he and Tom made a `handsome couple'. Drew tried pulling the same thing with Kevyn, getting the brush off. Wondering why, Kevyn's response threw him, "I came to get you and saw Alex with his `hand on you'." "Oh-h-h," Drew hated himself for even the affectionate gesture of thankfulness, "but it's not how it looks, Kevyn. I was thanking Alex for allowing me to wear his prototype." "What about Alex's hand?" Smirking, Drew knew the only excuse for Alex's hand massaging his crotch, "Yeah, about that, what can I say...he's a man!" "Okay," Kevyn replies, forgiving Drew a peck on the lips. "It's okay?" Drew says to himself, feeling the wet kiss on his lips with fingertips. He wondered if Kevyn said that because they were in public, or if he really meant it? Then he was telling himself, he'd find out tonight, whether he was going to get the cold shoulder or not! Dorky Pete and Jack come by, Jack asking, "Hey, can I adjust that monster sausage?" "Sure," Drew replies, "long as you don't mind walking around in public with your balls where your teeth should be?" Not thinking of the horrid repercussions, Pete asks Jack, "Could that happen?" "Don't get any ideas of how to find out, Pete," Jack tells his cousin, who is eyeing up his cousin's crotch, then looks up! Watching Drew walk away, Jack is not a bit revenge-ridden, "What a man!" Pete, inquisitive, tells Jack, "Why don't you just grope Drew so we can see how he does it?" "You think?" "Nah," Pete replies, "we'll put it on our list of crazy things to do on our blog." The cousins were working up quite a blog, of doing things to each other. Now they had another challenge to work on! Knowing of this `blog', James, passing by says to them, "Might have a challenge for you boys later on. Catch me later!" Jack sighs, "What a man!" Looking at each other, with the look, `like what's up with that?', Pete asks, "I wonder if it's anything like fitting a guy's balls in his mouth?" Jack says with suggestion, "I bet a guy who does yoga can work his balls into his mouth?" "Great," Pete says sarcastically, "all we have to find is a gay dude who does yoga." "Who said anything about him being gay?" Parting company, Pete heads towards the punch bowl, Jack's eyes sorting through the crowd, searching for `that man...James!' At the punch bowl, Pete came rump to rump with another dude. Hoping he would pick up on the flirt, as their hips touch, "Oh, sorry." The dude was way ahead of Pete, about to spew forth with his own pick up line, though still uses the one prepared, "Wow! Where have you been all my life?" Wyatt flashes a brilliant smile! Looking to his left, around Wyatt's shaggy chest, Pete asks, "Who you talkin' `bout?" Depending on how the guy took it, on the defense or play along, Wyatt would choose his words. Pete in particular, he had a special line prepared, "I hear you and your cousin have a blog?" "It's ongoing. We started out strong, but then got caught up in moving around. We're out to revive it though," Pete informs, holding his cup over the punch bowl. When an event took place at Braddock's, all the stops were pulled out. Even though the fashion show hadn't had its kickoff, the finishing touches made the set up shine; a `real' glass punchbowl and `real' glass cups, of which now, Pete's was full. Officiating, one of the servers from the company Braddock usually hired, decked out in a tux, tie, the usual, the cup-filler says, "Excuse me, sir," even though Pete wouldn't qualify as a `sir', at 18, "that's about as full as it's gonna get?" "Oh!" Pete discovers his tardiness in pulling the mug away, "That it is. Cheers!" About to turn back to Wyatt, the server says, "You're welcome!" Wyatt knew, if he stood there, he would wind up in competition between himself and the server with brass name tag, `M. Rudiger', and thinking he was more Pete's age than Wyatt excuses himself, "Uh, I've got some business with Arne." Into everything and anything, Wyatt's business with Aronold would entail everything or anything. However, for Pete, right now his business was set on conversing with the punch bowl server, "I'm Pete." Having paid close attention for the past few minutes, the server knew it, but play stoopid, "Hi, Pete. I'm..." he remain tight-lipped. "Yeah...go on," Pete led the server on, like a witness. He's been there before, telling people his name, only to result in mocking laughter, but gave it a go. Sometimes, if he presented his whole name read off, it had a better ring to it, sloppily saying, "Maynard," enunciating the surname, "Rudiger." "Maynard, huh?" Pete wasn't laughing his ass off, "Now there's a name you don't hear often." He learned humility over having the blog with his cousin. Sometimes a dude would suggest a really weird, far out topic, both bloggers learning to take it in stride...and laugh later! To make sure Pete heard correctly, Maynard repeats himself, "The first name is Maynard." "That's what I thought," Pete's smile wore off. `Hm,' Maynard thought to himself, `talk about not seeing this coming,' "You're okay with it?" Pete was not all that stoopid, especially when highly motivated by a dude's incredibly great looks, shifts focus, "Yeah, the punch is great," Pete sips. Not into the `old school' handshake, a smile exchanged between the two was enough of a sign of wanting to make friends. Both stood there, eyes locked, until the ladle made a getaway from Maynard's hand, "Oops!" He caught it right before the handle got submerged. Always up front, Pete asks right out, "You like guys?" Then, like a psychoanalyst, he deduces, "Let me guess, you're not out and don't want anyone to know?" Smartly and with a smile, Maynard says with reluctance, breaking his concentration on Pete, "Uh, no...I mean yes, I mean," then in confidence, "can you keep a secret?" Lowering his voice to almost a whisper, Pete leans his chest over the punch bowl, "It's safe with me." Truly, it's what Maynard thought, Pete trustworthy, but something else about him, "By the way, you're awfully cute!" Pete knew Maynard's eyes were all over him. He couldn't blame him either, being decked out in a tidy brief, using it as a pawn, "You like what I'm wearing?" Maynard had to stand on his toes, look down, table edge obscuring the view, "Of what I see? I do!" He really could not see much. Since Pete's pubes were his target. Maynard's view really started at Pete's navel, dirty blond hair forming around it, but easy on the eyes to follow the neat trail until it integrated with the light pube covering. Tightening his lips, he tried not to show how much more he wanted to see. With a little knowledge, having worked modeling venues, ladle in hand, "They don't make you shave your pubes?" Unobtrusively, Pete tries to rearrange his pouch, at the same time, saying, "If I was a real model and getting paid for this, they would make me do it, but they said it would look weird and I would have to shave all of it," Pete circles, draws an imaginary circle with one hand around pecs and stomach, "I like it too much to part with it, if you know what I mean?" He should have been doing his job, but with no one really wanting to drink from the non-alcoholic bowl, Maynard had free time on his hands, "That I do. I've got some `covering' myself and..." and thought, if things went on this much longer, he would need more than a punch bowl to hide a growing need to get intimate with Pete. Fortunately, Pete blurts out, "I know what you mean," he rubs a hand over both nips, down the middle, "and, I know this is really weird," Pete looks around to make sure Maynard is the only one paying attention, for both their sakes, "I have a really, really sensitive navel!" Putting Maynard over the edge, he backs away from the bowl, watching as Pete swirls index fingers around, once inserted in his hairy bellyhole, "Oh, please don't!" "Huh?" Pete plucks his finger out. Rush of words, Maynard says, "I like, have this thing about navels, myself!" "Really?" Pete's eyes light up. "I guess you can say I'm a freak about `em!" Maynard laughs it off. Strange thing to get excited about, the two talk shop, until James comes over to break up the bellyhole-barter, which had been Pete and Maynard trading off what sends electric shocks from navel to balls! "You're wanted over by the runway, Pete. Show's about to go on," James announces. "Cool!" Peter addresses James, turns to the punchbowl, "Maybe see you later, Maynard!" He hurries off. "Making new friends, Maynard?" James smiles. "Yeah," the young server replies, softly. "Looks like you'll be owing me a blowjob," James doesn't wait around, "which I'll be collecting after the show!" In his mind, Maynard never let on to James he was gay, but not out, James guessing it all on his own. Too bossy for his own good, James carried as much weight around the store as if he were Braddock himself. When it came to a certain person, he didn't care if he blabbed gossip. Others, James held in high respect, like Maynard. First time he met the punchbowl server, James had made his play during clean up. It was the first time James could recall, feeling the side of his face after being slapped! That's why, when James said anything about `collecting a blowjob, later,' they both knew it as a joke. Maynard didn't mind the work, freelancing with the catering company. He met `interesting' people, came home with good tips and sometimes fringe benefits. Though, Maynard had to admit, he wasn't into the extra benefits as much as the other guys in the catering company. Suddenly though, meeting up with what Maynard terms, a `drop-dead gorgeous guy,' those fringe benefits have made working the catering circuit more important than studying for college. Maynard knew, at 19, he should be more serious about career-prep, getting through college, as his parents put it, `no girls until graduation.' However, at this age the teen hormones were acting vividly strong and he wondered if James could tell how much he cared for Pete! Sometimes a person can tell, without knowing the whole story, by gesture, how someone is getting along, which is why Aronold asks-on-the-sly, "Get past first base with the punchbowl-boy, Pete?" Not knowing most of the guys very well, especially the over-30 ones, Pete always thought of guys Aronold's age, `the older, the wiser,' "Like, how would you know?" Though, glancing down, Pete figured, for Aronold's age, off-guessing, 40-years old, 8 years more than he should have... "Something wrong with my brief?" Aronold looks down upon his own crotch, where Pete eyes have already been! And then he said it, "You're like, really big for your age?" Laughing, Aronold didn't mind at all he was being checked out down yonder by a teen-man, "Hey, the prunes haven't turned to grapes yet!" Like betting on it, because Pete thought Aronold's shaft lined the brief more than ball bags, "Yeah, and grapes turn into raisins!" Ready to throw Pete over his knee, raise a hand to what he supposed was a lily-white ass, Aronold's still active balls didn't find enjoyment in it. Though, did lick his lips, wondering if his tongue would pick up blonde fibers in Pete's crevice! "Kids! Whatsamatter with kids these days!" Turning around, Aronold faces Nick, another one of the `older set', "I didn't know you could sing?" "Yeah. One of my hobbies," Nick smiles. Also, one of the over-30 guys, contrasting with the younger dudes, Aronold studies the wall of fur in front of his nose, "Is it also one of your hobbies, keeping your frontal assault in shape?" "Might be," Nick took the bait. Aronold dare only to run the back of his fingers down Nick's stomach, coasting over an embedded trail of fur, "Man, you look so luscious!" Liking the sound of that, Nick was cruising for ass to use tonight, "Only one way to find out, Arne!" Then, Aronold thought, Nick already taking up Tyler's time, "I forgot," he drops his hand. "Something on your mind?" Nick replies. He could almost guess, Aronold probably wondering about his love life. "Tyler. You and he are getting serious?" Aronold hoped not, in lieu of a fantastic feast awaiting him. "Not which I don't think Nouguet a nice guy, but Tyler got caught up in how he could be the world's next supermodel," Nick weighs it out, "then next thing, Tyler wants to stay in LA and I want to go and..." To help Nick get over his inhibitions, Aronold says, "So, I get to dine in tonight?" One of Nick's favorite lines, about coverup "Tell me, do you happen to know where the condom department is?" Anyone wondered how James Brickle could be in so many different places at one time. He had a system, `mixing business with pleasure', only if it did not affect his business. With being Stephen Braddock's numero-uno man, he had to adopt some type of stringent business practices if he were able to obtain a high stature in the company, reaping the monetary rewards. Right now, wouldn't James like to make it a hands on activity with any of the models, but business put getting too familiar with the others out of reach...for now, "Of course," he makes like he's sneaking up on Nick, "do you think, being sensitive to the gay community, Stephen would not? Right over there," James nods towards the underwear section, "back endcap. Bring me what you want and I'll help you with the right condom size!" Ready to head right over, the pair are stopped dead in their tracks. "After the show?" James turns their minds around. "Oh!" Nick is surprised. Patting Nick on the shoulder Aronold says, "Let's hope there's not a run on the large sizes, huh Nick?" Having not seen the selection, Nick can't be certain, "Well, if they're out of XXL's I'll have to squeeze into a large!" First fuck, Aronold might have been in a state of shock, Nick thinking of plowing right in, but just of thought of having to spread his legs wide, "And I'll be in heaven!" Then, to shake them out of their own world, in a blaming manner they hear James yell, "Guys? Today?" Even though he wasn't into the slave-game, Aronold loves James' rough attitude. Rough sex he was game. The whips & chain stuff, he could let slide. With James' attitude, Nick coming at him from the rear, Aronold had to watch it, or he would really be showing more than the cock-pocket intended! % 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.