Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2015 13:44:00 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 18 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 ^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it in a classroom...you should be paying attention to the professor anyhoo...just sayin'! :) % ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 18 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % "You want me to up and leave my life, Johnson? I mean, Alek?" "You're okay with that, right?" Alek shrugs his shoulders. Last night Alek didn't mind at all he was called `Johnson' nine times out of ten. Going animal on each other, names didn't really matter... "Last night," Hunter pushes up so his head were equal to Alek, pillow height in the bed. He adjusts the sheet for both of them, "well...I didn't exactly understand what `big' meant." "Serious?" Alek asks, then answering, "Big is big. What did you expect?" "I thought I'd be screaming out of my mind in pain, when I saw what you were holding in your hand!" "One of us had to keep it hard!" Alek mused. Hunter had to admit, "Yeah, well, I'm kind of rusty on my cocksucking skills?" "Don't worry. I'll make you catch up!" It wasn't only about old times and experiences Hunter had, after Alek broke forth through the boundary where no man had gone before, "I don't know if I take another hit like that again, Johns...I mean..." "Fuck it!" Alek says. "It'll be our little pet names, eh?" Letting Alek know it was okay, "This will mean I'll have to be your little cocksucker, Alek!" "You got that right, `boy!'" It drew them both together, Jason rubbing his newly formed scruff on the side of Johnson's beard! % Meanwhile, it seemed for this morning the tables turned, the gang waiting at the door to Alek's suite, wondering if...at first questionable, now decided, they had to give Alek a taste of his own medicine! Busting in, they were all ready, a pillow over the shoulder, ready to `beat' Alek awake, but were left in a stupor. "Who's the fuckin' hottie?" Drew asks. Alek jokes, "Your new fuck buddy!" "Uhn-uh," Drew says, hiding behind Slim, "take him!" Thrown into the bed, Drew didn't mean it, but Slim did, "Take me, I'm yours!" "You touch my boyfriend," Alek slips, "and you'll be less than slim, Slim!" It circulates rather quickly, "Boyfriend?" Johnny, who was slowly catching on, says, "Wow, Alek, you move fast!" "You got that right, Johnny!" The `oldsters', Aronold, Edward, Nick and Eric walk in, "What's all the ruckus?" Zack, at 38-years old, purposely did not follow the older group, "Alek's getting married!" He laughed. Everyone else follows. "Are we, Johnson?" Leaning into his boyfriend's ear, Alek says, "wanna cool it with the roleplay, `boy'?" "Oh," Hunter realizes it, faintly saying, "sorry `bout that!" Though the others sought to linger, Edward chased them all out! Hunter turns on his side, "Y'know, I think it's a cool idea I take a little road trip?" "Oh man," Alek condemns himself, "I didn't even think of asking you, officially?" he shimmies down a little, so their heads line up. "It might be fun," Hunter gazes into Alek's eyes. "Are you kidding? With all the camping, fishing, swimming, plus a cartload of hot, funny guys?" "No, I wasn't thinking about that." "No? I mean, what's the turnoff with this gang? Unless you have something better to hang around for, which it sounds like you don't?" "No, I wasn't thinking about them. I was just thinking it could be a blast, being your boy, Johnson?" Right now, Alek just evened up the score and made their next bout of lovemaking break even. Tamed once by Alek's big fat shaft, second time around it wasn't as stupendous a stretch...though, it did feel fuckin' good! % Behind the scenes, little did Alek know, last night at the club it wasn't all dancing and meeting other dudes in the restroom. Hashed and rehashed, Edward had smuggled in a piece of paper, outlining every detail important for camping in the wild. "Compound?" Aronold asks, "Like, what the hell is that about?" Of course, having a little meeting, it didn't mean giving up on their consumption of grog! "Oh, that's so disgusting!" Aronold says of Eric's belch. "Where's your fuckin' manners, Eric!" Nick reprimands. Edward, knowing Nick `dabbled', "Why don't you take him down to the wine cellar and beat some manners into him, Nick!" Nick, feeling the effects of the elixir, "Tell me, Unc, have you ever had a wine bottle forced up your ass?" Standing, Eric says, "There's always a first time for everything!" Their funning became drought-city, Edward killing it, "I need you in good condition to sit for the next 200 miles, Eric?" Eric pursues, "Maybe they have those little bottles?" "Got one right here," Nick pulls a little bottle of Amaretto from his pants area. "Making your cock, drunk, Nick?" Aronold laughs his ass off. "Almost ready to take a stab at your ass!" It was getting really challenging to talk over tomorrow's trip, Edward putting his itinerary away, "Why use something fake, when it can be the real thing!" Eric asks, "Does that mean we're going down to the wine cellar?" Nick smiles, says, "No, but we could head over to a little club I know?" That's when the oldsters parted from the younger generation, except for Zach, heading over to Nick's favorite watering hole, where the door greeter had to recognize a face to get in. Aronold wasn't really into what Nick was into, what Eric could get into, but was a good sport, stripped down nakid and allowed Edward to truss him up like a letter `X'! % So, the morning brought with it many stories of last night, like Johnny telling a burly dude at the bar to `blow him', which made Keb step in quick. However, they were all shocked when the cub fell to his knees, taking Johnny's briefs with him! Even this morning, Johnny couldn't get over the stimulus package, laughs, "Yeah, I thought by the looks of Jacob, I could tell he was having a good time!" "But Johnny", Tommy laments, chopping one hand in half with the other, "you have got to learn to share!" "Oh really, Tommy?" Adam cuts in. With a double take, "Uh-h-h-h," Tommy's voice trails off. Wanting to get along, make what they've started fertilize, bloom, Adam says, "Just make sure I'm in on it?" Calling both of their bluffs, Johnny pulls out a business card, "I have Jacob's number if you're interested?" Obviously, it wasn't only Tommy, a glorified cub himself, showing an interest, he and Adam fighting over the card, Adam losing out, telling, "We'll check him out thoroughly and get back to you, Johnny!" When the others roam away, his best friend, Keb, steps in, "Not your type?" "You?" Johnny mistakes Keb's intentions. "Not which I wouldn't mind being a furry creature," Keb approaches the issue with comedy, "but baby, how come you pulled your briefs up, right when he was ready to gulp you down?" "I don't want it to be like that." The others thought Johnny was over Mat, but Keb knew, "Listen, baby, you know he was no good for you?" "I know." "If not now, sometime he would have walked out on you and it would have been worse if you had fallen deeper in love with him?" Johnny admits, "I wasn't in love with Mat, but I started liking him a lot. Is there a difference?" "Yeah," Keb sits next to Johnny on the bed he and Jaeson share last night, "I think there is a big difference between liking and loving. Liking is like, you want to be with a guy as a friend, but loving is like giving yourself," he leans to Johnny's ear, "I mean like, `deep sex'!" he laughs. Johnny was dead serious, asking, "Does this mean you love Jaeson?" "Oh. That," Keb realizes he should have refined his word search, "well, maybe we are. We just didn't get that far in saying if we are or we aren't." "Oh," Johnny didn't know whether he got it or not. "So, I shouldn't have sex with a guy if I'm not seriously in love with him?" It made Keb think, with a few moments of thought, "I guess Jaeson and me, we're tight." "I've been meaning to ask that," Johnny goes off topic, "who does who?" It's the first question Keb had in mind, when he and Jaeson first hit the sheets, "Well," he skirts around it, "we work at that a little at a time." Definitely, Johnny didn't get that, like would any other man, "So you fuckt each other?" Keb's block in the `hood, he knew what the answer to that would be, but at London West, he wasn't trying to establish that type of image, just be himself, "Yeah, you got it, baby!" "One more question?" Keb was hoping this would not lead to explaining how he rimmed Jaeson's ass, tongue in a deep-fuck, "What, babe?" Lying back on the bed, Johnny's whole bod stretched out, arms overhead, he brings one hand down, "Do you think I should shave this so it's thinner?" Prank filling his mind, Keb went into action, "You mean this beautiful, succulent treasure trail, baby?" Keb leans over, sticks his tongue out and licks! "Oh my god, Keb!" Johnny sits up quick. In a mundane drawl they hear, "Yeah, like, oh my god, Keb?" It was Jaeson, his nakid bod filling up the perimeter of the door. Only because this wasn't a dungeon, they knew he hung from the door molding, dropping down onto his feet when Keb turns to him, "It's not how it looks, baby!" While the getting was good, Johnny got it on, "I thought `I' was your baby, Keb?" They all knew it, but Jaeson acted like it's the first he's heard of it, "Really? Coming onto another guy, Keb?" Best revenge, Johnny went after it, "You mean, like what did to me, Jaeson?" Suddenly Jaeson had to go wee! "Smart move. I like it how you got the last dib in, baby," Keb lays sideways, rubbing a hand over Johnny's chest fuzz. "I'm not a mean person," Johnny claims. "I know you're not, but sometimes a guy's gotta be put in his place." Without lifting his head from the pillow, Johnny had a clear view of Keb's erection, which set his mind back on mansex, "Hey, do you think you can show me how it goes, the motions a top guy uses when he wants to fuck?" "Hmm," Keb's eyebrows go up, with astonishment, thinking how that could be kind of erotic, "like how much do you want to know?" Like a little kid discovering a new game, Johnny sits up, gets on all fours, "I'm not sure, but Deric's said you can a guy's ass from behind or when he's lying down. Which way do you want it?" It sent Keb into lecture mode, back to basics, differences between liking a full blown love affair, "You mean, which way do I prefer it?" "Is there a difference?" Curling a finger, Keb says, "Come lack back down and let me tell you about it!" % It was a glorious morning, sort of a sleep-in type, where a guy let's a rooster scream his lungs out with no affect, Alek ruining it by turning his head towards the side table, "Oh shoot, look at the time!" he slaps Hunter on the stomach. "Owch, Johnson!" "Alek," Alek renders. "Oh right." In order, Alek recites, "We need to get up, get showered, dressed and on the road!" "We do, do we?" Hunter lay there, flaunting pits, no sheets to do a cover up, a smile on his mug. He could very well melt, but Alek refused to allow Hunter's hot bod weaken him, "Sorry. Pack that thing away till later!" Almost hard, Hunter slapped the side of his own stack, "Dammit, you're such a killjoy, Johnson!" "I know," Alek smiles, rolling his eyes over the nickname, "that's why I like getting Johnson with you!" Before he beat anyone else to the hot water, Alek ducts back inside the door, "And oh, don't forget, it's `Alek'?" "Sir, yes sir!" Hunter even saluted! In reality, about Hunter's feelings, there are so many times he had wished Grant were in the driver's seat. It would have also been nice if Grant invited him into his room, when his out of town friends stopped in. While stroking his limp cock, running a hand down his light fur chain, Hunter thought of how it might have been nice to pick one guy out of Grant's litter of friends. But no, Grant was so damn possessive with his toys! It made him think, Grant saying if he dare ever walk out on him, there would be consequences. Right this minute, Johnson's...rather, Alek's road trip sounded like a good way to disappear without a trace. Thinking about his belongings, there wasn't anything there which Grant didn't buy him, so no loss. Making it all sound so rosy, Hunter hopped up out of bed and headed for the shower! % Assembled in the lobby, Alek didn't know where he had gotten the patience to deal with the bunch of whiners, the guys pestering him to stay one more day, to catch up on sleep. In his own defense, Alek turned on the Mr. Nasty, "Right, one more day, which tonight you'll head out to the club and then it'll be one more day and one more day and...catch my drift?" Alek didn't wait for an answer, turning right around and marching over to the hotel desk, exhaling because he can't believe he pulled it off! He couldn't help it, when he didn't see a certain someone, "Uh, what happened to the jerk that works the counter?" Ending it with a smile, how could the replacement staff member not be courteous and kind, "Oh, I know who you mean. I didn't get his name, but I'm his replacement." Because he got a smile back, Alek wasn't afraid to say, "Nice replacement!" "Hey, if you're trying to pick me up...it's working!" "Would be nice, but me and the gang are headed out of town," Alek reponds, losing the smile because he sorely felt disappointment. "I didn't know if you were coming or going," the desk lad replies. "Yeah. Big trip, which I don't really know where our first stop is, but there's going to be plenty of camping, fishing, hiking, breathing in fresh air, two guys in a sleeping bag!" "Can you hold on a minute while I go quit my job?!" "Sure," Alek play along, "if you can do it within the next ten minutes!" "Would be cool, but I'm a poor boy from the rough side of town and if I don't earn any money this summer it's bye-bye college!" Alek had noticed the badge, name of `Jose' imprinted, "Anytime you're ready you can jump on the band wagon!" But it wasn't meant to be, Jose wanting to spend his last summer with the family, before heading out to college in the midwest. However, he did have one more question, or rather assumption, "I take it that's your motor home out in the no parking zone?" "Motor home?" Alek collects his credit card and receipt. Nodding his head, the desk jockey says, "I confess, I got your name from the card, `Alek', but it's the name the guy asked for when he came to the desk." Now Alek was having a growing fit, of `who' the guy could be, "What did he look like?" "You, Alek!" Jose laughs. >From the moment Alek met Alex Nouguet, people would say they looked like twins, stumbling over the slight difference in ages, "Me?" It's then it dawns on him, "That could only mean Alex." "Well, he's outside with the big monstrosity, which I understand the police are trying to get moved." "I better get out there, then," he turns to walk towards the lobby doors, then remembers, "it's been really good meeting you, Jose." "Same here. Uh, you wouldn't happen to have a boyfriend?" He had just met Hunter, Alek thinking, "More friend, than boyfriend at the moment." "Daymn, you make it awfully hard...I really would like to throw everything away and come with you." Something he's never had, which looked like Jose did, Alek says, "You have your family, though. That's important." "Right," Jose lost some of his glitter, "but if it wasn't for them..." "I know," Alek replies. "We can still be penpals, though, right?" Agreeing, they handed each other their phones and made the necessary contact entries. "Cool! Thanks!" "You're welcome," Alek left him with a smile. Outdoors it was chaos! He saw the commotion before he and his sack made it through the revolving doors, "What tha..." Right behind the Conquistador was a Winnegaybo, the biggest he's ever seen, "Like, what's this about, Nick?" Honest answer, Nick smiles, saying, "I dunno, but my eyes are on that driver!" Even in the face of adversity, Alek took a 10-second time out, "Uh, yeah. He is kind of nice, but what do you know of what's happening here?" "Not sure," Nick replies. "Why don't I go ask the driver?" Seeing the back of Nick's Yankee cap, Alek says a cool, "Yeah, thanks for that, Nick," but heads off in search of Alex. Walking past the giant vehicle, Alek did notice the driver out, Nick making sure he kept close to the side, or get run over! Alek couldn't deny he'd rather be in Nick's shoes right now, though right before he looks away, Nick gets a slap in the jaw! "Oh shit, I wonder what that was about?" Instead of running to Nick's rescue, all Alek can do is wonder why the driver made his cheek red, which he knew one of his `little spies' could find out...better yet, he'd put it into Johnny's head and knowing how he spoke his mind, Alek could only smile, seeing Nick's face burn a deeper red than from the hand slap! About to elaborate in his mind, he spots his `twin', "Alex!" It didn't take long for the two to contact, stepping around the crowd on the sidewalk, detouring through the bushes. Alek only half-surprised by Alex's hug, but wondered why it was lasting so long...not which he minded! "Now, don't go blaming me. If you have any issues to take up, CK's your man!" After having the affect of feeling a man's heart closer to his own, Alek had lost some of that fight, "Uh, can't I just deal with you?" Smiling back at Alek, Alex says, "I like you very much, too!" "Does that mean you want to sleep with me?" Alex wanting to confirm, but something else lingered on his tongue, "Uh, I'm really trying to get back with my estranged partner." Alek gasps, "I hadn't realized it was that bad?" "We're just giving it a rest. Though," Alex looks to the commotion, Edward arguing with CK about such a big elephant going over the Rockies, "I'm not sure, but I think CK is winning on this one." Alek could see it for himself, CK having taken Edward's hands in his and what looked like a priest comforting a relative of the deceased, things looked like they were getting copacetic, "Should we take a look?" Then Alek had a double take, "Wait a minute," he pulls on the back of Alex's shirt, keeping him from getting more than 2 feet in front of him. Alex really didn't mind it, feeling the air whoosh up the front of his tee shirt, almost like a pair of hands, "What's up?" "Am I seeing double?" He was, except one was parked and the other just pulling up, Alex saying, "Oh that. You see, I was telling CK, I didn't think it was fair that he would be sleeping indoors and all the others outdoors. However, knowing CK, he wants his privacy, so he had his team make an overnight purchase and voila! Another Conquistador!" A little worried, over the bill, "Uh, CK, he's not going to charge me for it, is he?" Alex answers indirectly, "Oh, glad you mentioned it. Here." "What's this?" Alek asks, taking the piece of plastic shoved into his palm. "CK felt he should do something to pay his way, so he's paying for everyone...one for all and all for one!" Alex drives his sword up in the air, rather an arm. Alex didn't need to elaborate, Drew coming over, singing, "We're in the money! We're in the money!" "Did you forget you can't sing, Drew?" "Oh yeah, I forgot!" It made Alex giggle, "Sounds like it's going to be a fun trip!" Having seen Drew with the exact same duplicate, "You gave each of the guys a credit card?" "Yeah, why?" "I hope CK has enough in the bank to cover it!" "Of that he's already thought. They have a $1,000 cut off. You're card has no limit." "Mine?" Alek turns it over, examines it, like it has tech capabilities. "It's got a chip too," Alex mentions, which wasn't real important. "Oh? Does it come with a Chippendale?" Alex was a good sport, laughed, saying, "Only after you go over your limit." "I thought you said I don't have a limit?" "Then I guess the Chip's will keep on coming!" Alek laughs, saying, "I don't think I have that kind of manufacturing capabilities," he gropes himself. Dropping the hint, Alex says, "I might be able to help you out in that department!" Staring at each other, Alek knew Alex `wanted', but made it easy on him, "Oh look, Edward's headed our way!" When Edward reaches Alek, he quickly runs through the detail, saying the Winngaybo might need to take the tunnel route, instead of over the top, "What do you think?" "Me?" Alek slaps a hand on his own chest. "My father isn't paying me to think, he's paying you, Edward!" "No, no, no, no, no, you have it all wrong, Alek. He's paying me to watch over you." "Think about it, Edward, have I showed you any cause to why I need a nanny?" "I ain't no nanny," Edward was quick to defend his macho demeanor. "So, you talked everything out with CK?" "Don't change the subject!" "But this `is' the subject, no?" "Oh right," Edward replies, thinking being Alek's `nanny' not so bad. It wouldn't be his fault if he walked in on Alek and bed full of guys...just doing his job! Very quickly, after Edward had finished his powwow with CK, business taken care of, the modeling agency owner surfed the surroundings, taking in all the `extra baggage'. For the second time, Nick runs into him, this time on purpose, "Oh, excuse me, Mr. K!" For the life of him, in an instant, Nick could not remember his surname. "Who are you?" CK's eyes do a full bod scan. Knowing he had been checked out, Nick gets even, "Really nice shirt you have on there," he attacks the third undone button, "but be careful you don't catch your death of cold!" Not taken aback by Nick wanting to get his hands on him, CK says, "Aren't you supposed to be unbuttoning?" Frozen, hands right on the button and button hole, Nick says, "Is that a proposal?" Nick had put on an article of clothing on Edward's list, a suggestion to pick out a khaki hiker's shirt, which in his own mind, if it ever came to it, he liked the sexy way, "How about you show me around your camper?" Fussy about such things, which money could buy, CK exclaims, "This isn't just any kind of camper. This is a Winnegaybo!" All for gay rights, as CK talks up the specification, Nick exclaims, following CK's tail, "I had a feeling they were gay-owned." CK half-dismantled, it didn't take much time, with his shirt stripped, to attack Nick's midsection. Due to Nick's prodding, CK had led him right to the most important room, at the back, "Could be a loss of privacy, with headlights shining in the back window?" It slipped out, CK cracking a joke, "Not unless you're a guy who likes to put on a show in public!" CK was talking right up Nick's alley, but rather than chat, horny as hell, he had a great zest to zip up CK's alley, "If you're game, I am!" He got a feeling about Nick, "Look in that drawer over there." It wasn't Ethan Allen, but solid furniture nonetheless, Nick pulling the drawer open, "Oh my, what do we have here?" He made sure, as he turn around to face CK, holding up a pair of nip-clamps by the chain, to include the evil grin, "I didn't know you were going to be `this' much fun!" "You'll never find out if you don't stop talking and get with the action!" `Test time,' Nick thought, "Is that any way to talk to me, boy?" Five years ago, at one of his Stud Muffin Parties, CK wouldn't take a second look at a dude older than himself. There was just too much eye candy running around. However, 5 years older, 35-years old, it hit him, he wasn't getting any younger. Even though, in his circles, money could buy anything, he thought about whether he wanted to have a boyfriend to age at the same rate or play up the `grandad' routine someday. Now, with Nick's proposal on the table, "I'm sure we'll have plenty of time for that later," CK slowly walks up to the 34-year old, slipping both hands inside of Nick's shirt. Suddenly Nick agreed, but it was too late for that snake in his pants, "Um, like, can we cut through the drama?" CK made the sound, like he had just cut a finger, "You see, the Winnegaybo is not anchored and I think if we got going, we would be rockin' this baby across the street!" Nick had to agree, "I think the post office gets enough mail!" CK got it, was ready to change up the meaning, from mail to male on Nick, but there came a knock at the door, "Enter and be recognized!" It also gave them a moment to grab shirts! "What's up Iqbal?" CK asks. Arms folded across his middle, Iqbal gave Nick a look of daggers ready to spring forth. "Ok, I'm sorry. I guess my hormones got the best of me," Nick apologizes. Iqbal could be a sweetheart, but don't let anyone cross him. Old-fashioned in a way, when a dude tries to steal a kiss, he had better be surprised, "I'm not sorry I slapped you!" "Iqbal?" CK questions. Nick didn't want to get the kid in trouble. After all, he was very cute and from the inner seams of his pants... "It was all my fault. I shouldn't have done what I done...did." And not wanting to leave it hanging, since they would be on the road together, "Kiss and make up?" Seriously, Iqbal says, "Make up, but no kiss!" Really wanting to get it on with Nick, CK asks, "So, what is it which requires my attention?" Iqbal had already memorized CK, from head to toe, especially since he is not a stranger to catching the mul-ti-millionaire in the buff. Nick, even though was thought of to be rude, there was room for forgiveness, "Alex wants me to drive one of the trucks hauling the Conquistador." "Can't one of the other lads?" CK pressures him. Raising a hand meekly, Nick offers, "I've driven a two-ton tractor trailer. Like, how hard could it be?" It made CK glance down, see if Nick were still `hard', "Right." Nick didn't know how observant Iqbal was, but he sure took the hint, "Only one way to find out, I guess." Iqbal, taking that as a go, excuses himself. "Polite kind of guy, he is," Nick throws hint. "Unlike me, the bad boy!" "Mm-mm," Nick smacks his lips, rubbing both hands together in a conniving way, fingers picking up the nip clamps! % Of course, other than Iqbal and Slim, designated drivers, the rest wanted to ride out the trip in the lux camper, having snooped around inside and found it contained a theater. Not a 95-seater, still it was enough to hold a den of comrades.The fastest who made it inside, claimed the chairs, while others found a spot on the floor. James had to shame those in the chairs, "You know, the best seats are on the floor?" Drew had to agree, with a seat which accommodated one person and not even a half more, "Who wants a chair?" he slips out, butt landing on the floor. Wyatt had had the same idea, but sat on the opposite side, "Is the floor more cushy over there, than over here, ya think?" James knew the implication, "Only one way to find out is to get your ass over here!" Thinking he came across tough, James didn't exactly like getting his own personality shoved back in his face, "Move over a little," he shoved Wyatt, butt to butt. Placing his hands behind his back, pressure lifting his butt off the floor, Wyatt treats his bod like a pendulum. Shoving James, it made him keel over, "Say please, next time!" "What the fuck?" Johnny, taking Drew's seat, was right behind them, "Wyatt's right, James. You should have asked, instead of acting like a bully!" If Keb wasn't in the same circumference, James might've, not gotten violent with fists, but turn on Johnny with a barrage of angry words, but he kept his cool, uttering, "This doesn't concern you." Then Johnny let him have it, "It mo-certainly does, when you're sitting in front of me, with goals of wanting to get into Wyatt's pants!" "You tell'em, Johnny," Keb and his rooting session gave him back up. "Well, maybe I should ride with Alek and..." James gets up. Grabbing James by the wrist, Wyatt gives a yank, "Aw, sit down, ya little woosie and enjoy the show!" They all laughed, hearing James' ass hit the hollow floor like a bass drum! "Will you watch it, before you break something?" James says to Wyatt. On the inside, Wyatt was smiling, thinking about James staying in his parking zone, not making a move to escape. Man, when he had to push a man's buttons, he knew which keys to hit! % Outside, Edward thought it a good idea for those knowledgable about reading a map, take on the position of navigator, passenger side seat. Aronold, having seen `Brokeback Mtn.' 18 times, said he would act as Slim's copilot. That left Alek to team up with Iqbal, which he really did not find it an impossible task. Then, Johnny comes out, remembering it took so long before they got to the good part, "Have an extra seat for me?" "Sure Johnny, you sit in our truck." Truck, it was Alek's yellow jeep, which Aronold guaranteed it would make it over the Rockies, the Conquistador not a chore. Pulling Slim's wheels, was a 4x4, of which he hadn't a clue to how CK's mechanic, Iqbal, had tweaked it up. "Cool," Johnny replies, taking himself and his backpack to Alek's yellow hornet, though Johnny had to argue, it looking more like a bumble bee. "Any others who want to help steam up the windows?" Slim questions. "You don't think I'm going to hang around with a bunch of teenagers?" Edward sits with Slim. "Yeah, remember, Edward," Alek gets his digs in, "you're supposed to be watching me, which means everyone who is around me?!" It made Edward smile, watching Aronold last night, hands behind his head, seeing and feeling Aronold work his way from pecs, down, "Oh, I will keep my eyes on them!" He winked, which was a dead giveaway, Alek saying, "Good thing you're riding with us, Johnny." About ready to turn the ignition key, they hear a tapping on the window. Johnny exclaims, "It's Keb. Let him in!" He had the same opinion as Johnny, "They take so long gettin' them two sneaky white boys in the sack together!" Alek had a different opinion, "Oh, are they paying attention to the movie?" Iqbal, he hadn't seen it, of which Alek said it was better to act it out. Which, got conversation in the back seat going, Keb saying, "I think they're making it into a musical." "Really?" Johnny replies, like it was the wrong thing to do. Second order of conversation was, Keb offering opinion, "Whoever picked the actors to play the two gay lovers, were way off. Both age and persons. If they were smart, they should have picked a Puerto Rican and an Asian guy." "But that's not how the book went," Alek turns from his map reading. Keb got into it, "What do you mean? They don't mention two white boys, or how old they are?" Johnny says, "They were of marrying age. But besides age, the author had a certain chronological time and at that time, immigration wasn't what it is today, so..." "Like, oh my god, do you have to turn it into a socially involved situation, Johnny?" It was the first time Keb ever went berserk on Johnny, which made an impression he didn't want. "Oh," Johnny simply said, turning to the window, paying more attention to the streets of LA. Keb felt horrible, even though this wasn't anything too significant of a squabble. Taking Johnny's hand, he says, "Sorry, baby. I didn't mean to get on your case." "It's okay," Johnny turned back, but then to the buildings whizzing by. So, while Keb made up with Johnny, Alek minded his own business with the backseat apology going on, "So, how did you get mixed up with CK, Iqbal?" Not wishing to subject Alek to the long, drawn out story of his history, Iqbal uses the colloquial, "It's complicated." Alek knew this could go two ways. Either he should shut up and not pry, or, "Well, you don't have to tell me about every step of the way, which brought you to this moment?" Liking the explanation, Iqbal shares, "It was quite by accident I came to know Alex." It did come to Alek's mind, for just three short seconds, how Alex was getting along in the Winnegaybo, but then refocusing, "Modeling?" "No. Hitch hiking. Up the freeway. I was lucky he was on his way to a fashion show." "You're a model, then?" "No," Iqbal continues, "not when Alex had his driver pull over, because the driver wasn't feeling well." It was slow going, which alerted Alek, maybe Iqbal was purposely leaving gaps in his story. However, he also realizes every man has their secrets and, "I'm kind of perceptive of these things. I'm guessing you took over for the driver?" "You read my mind?" `Cute', Alek thought, rendering, "Probably not all of it!" "I was thinking of the yellow light turning red? Did you pick up on that?" "Uh, no. I have to confess I was thinking more about how fate has come to bring us together here." Out of the blue Iqbal says, "I don't believe in fate." "Oh," Alek thinks on it, not really digging it himself, "Me neither. I just used it, because...it's complicated." Figuring Alek was shy, Iqbal stands for what he believes in, with skepticism, "I think there is a power greater than us, but I'm still searching for what it's called." Alek hadn't thought about it for ages, not since his mom made him go to Vacation Bible School during the summer months, in lieu of summer child-sitting, "Sounds good to me!" Iqbal stopped at the light, picks his foot off the brake, applies it to the gas, light turning green. It seemed to be the momentum for cutting off their conversation. However, the more Alek thought about those summers at VBS for 2 weeks straight, as an adult he was thinking what his mom was doing while he was off learning about Jesus. "What's on your mind?" Iqbal caught Alek in his quiet moments. "How people in a marriage can finds ways to cheat on each other." "I know." "You know?" Alek thought he found an `in' to finding more about Iqbal. "I know how 2 people get married and then become bored, cheat behind the other partner's back. Then, when it is found out, it breaks up the relationship. From experience, my mother, she cheated on my father. Then, my father finds the man she is cheating with and kills her and the boyfriend. My father goes to jail and then, what you think happens to me?" "I don't know," Alek feels motivated to lend a caring hand to Iqbal's thigh, "what happened to you?" "I can't say it was bad, and..." since they had been over it, "it was not fate, but I then was sent to live with my aunt in Oklahoma." "It wasn't bad, then what made you move out to LA?" "High school graduation." "College?" "I wanted to, but, you see, I never felt connected to religion as my aunt wanted me to be. I got tired of hearing about `hate' for people not like her and her church people. Well, for certain it felt like my aunt was against me from the start, even though I was not out. In my mind I had this picture, if it came to it, I would make myself a `martyr'." "You would come out and then get kicked out?" Alek guessed. "Something like that I think would happen, but instead, I don't know how it happened, must've been drunk, but I woke up with a guy next to me in bed!" Being Iqbal did not name the dude, Alek sums up, "I take it you didn't know his name?" "Face, yes. Name, no. I did after one of the girls in the senior class, her date was the captain of the football team of a rival town. Over both our date's shoulders we made eye contact. Then we met at the punch bowl. We stood on the sides and talked, while our dates took time out for girl talk. However, we were too far gone in `boy talk'!" "I guess I know where this is going, since you woke up with another dude in bed?" "It wasn't planned, but Jared, that's his name, his house was the after party, a big mansion, with pool, and other hangout spots. We could not take the chance of being noticed, so we went back to my place. Auntie and me lived in a small, modest, box-like house, too small to hold a senior graduation party." Unbeknownst, who was listening in, Keb, "I would've shocked the hell outta all of `em and did it right on the edge of the pool!" Johnny shocked them all, "Then you wouldn't have to go far to wash off, Keb!" "Brilliant plan, guys," Alek says with sarcasm, "now can both mind you're own business?" Boldly, Keb says, "`Gay' is our business!" Pulling Keb back by the bicep, Johnny says, "Alek means Iqbal's business." "Oh," Keb, who could get riled up over not much at all, "that's what I thought he said." Then he went back to making Johnny's shoulder his pillow! "So, she wakes up before I do. She usually knocks, which she did, telling me she's thrown together a special breakfast for me...Of course, we are both stunned. Jared just gathered up his tux and everything else he had on and made for the window." Alek was a little on needle and pins, wondering if the two got snagged. "With the second knock, her hand is on the knob, knowing I came in late last night, wondering if I'm all right. I heard the knob turn when Jared was opening the window and yelled, `hurry'. He was fast, but faster on the football field!" "You got caught?" Alek jumps the gun. "Sort of. It was early morning. The sun rises on the other side of the house, so it was still dark in the room, but there was no missing Jared's hairy ass in the bottom of the window." "Oh no!" "Yeah. Fortunately, my aunt didn't see Jared, but thought it was..." "A girl?" Alek guesses. "Yeah and I could have gotten clean scott-free away with it being my date, only Jared hadn't grabbed everything up." Alek tried naming the left behind article, "Briefs?" "That and his shirt and tie and...a condom, part-filled!" "You did him or..." or, not seeing it important, "it doesn't matter," Alek flits it away. Iqbal left Alek hanging, "Auntie knew it wasn't my briefs and was appalled to find a square gold packet opened, the condom `used', if you know what I mean?" Alek did. He's used dozens of them at the mens restroom in the park, "I kind of have an idea!" "Frankly, I left her guessing I think. She left, just saying breakfast was ready." "Were you scared she might have guessed it was a guy in bed and not a girl?" Iqbal was certain then, positive now, "She knew it was a guy. Jared wasn't quiet when he fell out the window, even though my room was on the ground floor. Fortunately I was smart enough to cover my loins with a pillow, before running to block the window." "Or else she might've seen the condom on your cock?" Alek smiles. "I think you could be a mindreader at that, Alek!" "Oh, well, maybe," Alek was a little sad, hoping the football player were the man on top. "When I stepped into the kitchen for breakfast, she was on the phone with the church pastor. I had an idea she caught on, but play it cool." "And how did she treat you?" "She was okay for a while, until she got a call back from the pastor. When she got off the phone she said pastor wanted to see me in his office that afternoon. Incidentally, her voice had changed from lukewarm, to cold. I kind of got an impression from that alone." "What did the pastor have to say?" "I don't know. You see, Jared had told me he was already out to his parents and they didn't like it, were ready to pack him up for the summer and send him off to boot camp." Alek lightens up, "I hear that can be kind of fun, all those muddy bods and..." "It's not that kind of a boot camp. It's run by the church." "Oh," it left Alek speechless. "He said he dreaded being put in that situation of forced brainwashing. So he told me he's all packed and ready to drive out to LA, if I wanted to go with him." "When I told my aunt I was getting ready to go see pastor, I really was packing to up to leave." "You weren't close to your aunt?" "Don't get me wrong. She's a really nice person, but the only bond we seemed to have was the check she got every month for my care." "Not a real reason to hang onto I guess," Alek sums up. "Nope," Iqbal agrees, "so, instead of going to pastor's office, I hiked into town and met up with Jared." Since they had hours on the road yet, Alek tries to expand on the conversation, "And what happened to you two when you got out to LA? It's apparent `Jared' is not with you?" "We weren't bad off. At first I wanted to be on my own, but after I failed to get a job, the reason I was walking up the freeway, we reconnected." "How did that come to be?" "I drove Alex's limo that one time. I told him almost my whole story. When he found out I was looking for a job, he found me one at Braddock's. The pay was ok, but I could only afford a small, 2-room apartment. I was on my way home and noticed a limo... a limo in the South Bronx?" Alek didn't know, signifying with a shrug. "Not really a place you would want to get out and take a stroll. Anyway, long story, made short, I asked the driver if he needed help and he accepted." Iqbal deviates, "He said I had nice eyes!" "Yeah," Alek sides with Iqbal, "I have a feeling all of CK's employees are like `us!'" "He told me he don't know what happened to the motor club, but I was told had the number of someone who might be able to help. It was Alex's number!" Alek got it, "And CK knows Alex!" "Right, then from them being okay with me, I was like royalty in King Arthur's court!" "Good book," Alek remarks. "I don't know. I just remember Auntie saying it. Anyway, when we got bailed out of that, I was in high standing with the Nouguet-Karlyle-Braddock posse..." "Posse!" Alek pokes fun, because it was strange to hear Iqbal use the word. "Jared's word, who by chance I happened to come across one day, leaving the store. He was a mess, saying his folks cut off his credit cards and told him they didn't want anything to with him." "I know the feeling. One minute they love ya and next, they wouldn't care if you were dead or alive!" Iqbal knew he was monopolizing on the conversation, that Alek had his story to tell, but nearing the end of his tale, "Cutting it short, I took him back inside the store and believe it or not, Mr. Braddock himself gave Jared a job, based on my recommendation!" "Bet it made you feel good?" "What made me feel good," Iqbal says cool, calm and collective, "is that I was in a place where we all got along and we didn't need to worry about religion or anything else getting in the way of us being gay." Alek could relate to that, asking, "What happened to Jared?" Iqbal laughed, like Alek had told the funniest joke, "Jared worked Men's lingerie. CK was in one day with Alex and they were talking over putting a wider line of his fashions in the store, when Jared approached, asking if they needed help. That was Jared's word, `help', even though the human resources manager told him to call it `assistance'. Well, CK told him he could sure use the help, picked up a pair of Nouguet briefs and told Jared to model it for him." "I bet that was dandy!" Alek smiles. "More than you think! Jared read right through CK and stripped down right there in the men's department!" "I bet that was a treat?" "As Jared tells it, CK popped a boner right there!" "Let me guess...he took Jared back to the fitting room?" "Nope. Back to his mansion in East Hampton and it's where Jared's been ever since. He said to look him up if I'm ever out that way." Knowing who's on board their caravan, Alek says, "Now you can skip a step, huh?" % 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.