Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 10:25:42 EDT
From: Marcthevad@cs.com
Subject: The Decision, chapter 5, "Erylk"

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The Decision
By   Marc.......
(c) June, 12, 2000
All rights reserved.
Chapter 5
"Erylk"


Kris and Erylk laughed raucously at my frustration. Damn them. And then,
when Eric came over to go through the last twenty minutes of taping, they
came over to sit by me. When Eric began his run through of the upcoming
scene he had in mind for the next shot Kris absently said he was thirsty
and said he was going to get us some drinks.

As Eric droned on and on about the next scene, Kris went back and got our
robes and some beers. When he returned he handed Erylk and I one of
each. It was chilly in the huge building, and with getting all sweaty from
the little workout we just had it was getting downright cold. The nice
heavy robes felt good and the beers didn't hurt either.

 We sat back on the bed flinging jokes and little taunts back and forth
while we listened half-heartedly to Eric. He went over all the cues for the
next scene and when he was through, he said it would be about fifteen or
twenty minutes until they were ready to resume taping.

Kris reached over and took my hand in his, and as I turned to look at him,
he said, "You Ok babe?"

I leaned in and kissed him gently on the neck and answered, "Ya, I think I
am, it feels.... just, um.... different...." I stopped and thought about it
for a second, then finished, "umm.... more relaxed somehow. You know,
easy."

Just as Eric had finished writing down his notes and headed back into his
office, Phil, Tommy and Andy walked onto the set and Andy remarked, "Who
you calling easy?"

Phil put his arm around Andy and said, "We all know who is easy love."

He tried to kiss him on the cheek but Andy squirmed away, and returned,
"Bitch! Who are you calling easy?" And he playfully pushed Phil away.

"He's calling you easy." Tommy threw back at him, laughing.

Andy headed to the fridge to get a beer, calling back, "Ahhh, to hell with
all of you." And he asked if anyone else wanted another one.

Of course we all said yes, and he returned with a six-pack. As Andy passed
out the beers he commented to Tommy, "I'd rather be easy than cheap."

And Tommy, without batting an eyelash put a hand on each hip and said
indignantly, "I am not cheap! I get paid plenty."

Erylk saw fit to comment at this, "Well, that may be so, but that doesn't
mean you're not cheap Tommy."

Tommy turned to Erylk and scowled, adding, "Fuck you bitch? Who the hell
asked you anyway?"

Erylk looked unaffected by the acidic retort and stared at Tommy for a
minute then added venomously, "Well, I've seen what you will go with. Don't
flatter yourself love, you're cheap."

This struck a raw nerve; there was no doubt about that. Tommy's face turned
red and he began to visibly shake. All he could manage to choke out before
turning and leaving the building was, "Fuck you man! You know you didn't do
too much better when you were on the fucking streets!" and he turned and
quickly left.

As Tommy made for the door Erylk called to him, "And I didn't mean from the
streets either!" He paused for a second then called after Tommy, "Whore!"

Andy watched as Tommy disappeared out the door and then turned on Erylk and
said, "You fucking bastard! Why did you have to do that to him? He didn't
do anything to you." Andy then turned to run after Tommy but after a few
steps he returned to say to Erylk, "You'll fucking pay for this, you can
bet on it! I wont forget about this!" And he ran out after Tommy.

Phil, Kris and I just sat there with our mouths hanging open and looked at
Erylk. As he turned to face each one of us our eyes met his and he quickly
turned away. I had the feeling there was a lot more to this than what we
just saw, and Erylk was suddenly different. His stare had an icy haze to
it, he suddenly seemed years older.

I reached over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, and said, "Erylk,
man are you ok?"

Erylk pulled away, as if my touch was painful in some way known only to
him. Then he turned toward me, and when I held my hand out to him he took a
couple of deep breaths and all of a sudden his features softened. I saw
tears start to well up in his eyes but he blinked them back and he slowly
reached for me.

As he took my hand in his he also took another deep breath and managed to
offer me a weak smile. I pulled him toward me and asked once more, "Dude,
are you ok?"

Erylk curtly answered, "It's alright, it doesn't matter any more." Then he
downed his beer in one long drink.

"What was all that about?" I asked innocently.

Erylk looked at Drew then Kris then said a little more strongly, "I said it
doesn't fucking matter! Just let it go, alright!?"

I was beginning to realize that Erylk was way more streetwise than I had
originally thought. Much more, umm,,, battle scarred than his gorgeous
features led me to believe. But not all scares are on the outside either.

After a little while Eric and the rest of the guys returned and Edward,
Ramon and Ron started fiddling with their equipment right off. Jake, the
still photographer had his cameras all ready and he went around checking
the light levels.

As soon as Eric was sure everyone had their cameras and other gear in
order, he came over and asked, "Are you guys ready to get going again?"

Kris and I both looked to Erylk waiting to hear his answer first. Eric,
catching our mood turned to Erylk also, and coldly asked, "Well, what is
going to be?"

Erylk gave Eric a blank stare and in a few seconds answered, "Ya, alright,
you'll get what you want, don't worry."

Eric was looking a little annoyed by Erylk and it seemed the tone of his
voice confirmed it. "All right then, I'm glad that's settled." He turned to
Ramon and added, "Alright, now if it's not an inconvenience, lets get
started."

Erylk tossed the robe to Ron and laid on one of the beds on his side and
began jerking his cock back to life. Kris took his robe off and held his
hand out for my robe as well, and he handed them both to Ron also. Kris
arranged himself down on the bed as well and spooned himself against
Erylk's back.

Kris began stroking his dick with one hand and was also kissing Erylk on
the back and neck. I kneeled on the floor and leaned over to kiss Erylk,
and I kissed him deeply, gliding my tongue over his teeth and then deeply
into his mouth.

My dick was responding in good order and I could see Erylk's was as well. I
reached down and took his pole in my hand and stroked it until I saw a
glistening drop of pre cum form on the head.

The cameras started whirring and I could feel them on me. Ramon and Ron
made no pretense about the fact that this was exactly what they
wanted. They verbally directed adjustment to our positions as they jockeyed
for the best angle, asking us to 'move this hand over here' or 'spread
those legs apart like so' and 'look into the lens while sucking that cock'.

As soon as I saw that gem of pre cum ooze from the slit, I moved down and
licked it off the swollen head. I ran my tongue around the ridge and Erylk
moaned in a high-pitched voice. Then he reached down and took hold of my
one eyed monster and squeezed it. He then ordered me up onto the bed into a
sixty-nine position, and I eagerly obliged.

Ron said, "I love it when he does that sound of his!" And then he added to
us both, "Yes, a sixty-nine good, that's great."

Once settled into position I licked Erylk's cock like it was a melting
Popsicle. The silky soft outer skin felt wonderful as my tongue dragged
over it. I breathed deeply of the scent of him, musky and sweet with a
faint hint of soap. The erotic sensation that washed over me sent a jolt to
my balls and I knew Erylk was rewarded with a dollop of pre cum also.

Ramon called excitedly, " Jake, get a piece of this, this new kid is
fucking great!" And I heard the machine gun rhythm of the motor drive
burning off shot after shot of me licking up and down on Erylk's tool.

Eric told me to roll onto my back so Erylk could straddle my face. I did as
I was asked and Erylk rolled on top of me and slid his dick deep into my
throat. As he hit bottom he pressed his balls against my cheeks.

"Son of a bitch! Look at that!" Ron called out, and Ramon and Jake
zeroed right in.

Kris got up behind and bent over, as he spread Erylk's cheeks he reached
his tongue in and licked his hole. I knew it had to feel great because as I
sucked on the head of Erylk's cock it rewarded me with another huge squirt
of his pre cum.

"Man! Kris you are hot today!" Eric complimented.

As Kris and I were working our special kind of magic on his most sensitive
areas, Erylk was lavishing his attention on my boyhood. Flicking his tongue
and licking around the head, and every once in a while doing the slow deep
plunge all the way to the base. Every time Erylk did this, my body would
quiver as the rings of his throat slid over my swollen cock head and down
the shaft.

Ron was getting a full head on, straight on in the face, cock sucking
extreme close up, and he instructed, "Erylk, look right into the lens
babe. Yea, that's it! That's great"

Kris took the tube of K-Y and lubed Erylk's hole and then squirted more on
his fingers. Once slicked up, he drilled his middle finger all the way
in. Once again, I was immediately rewarded with a flood of pre cum, and
Erylk squealed loudly over my pole.

Kris slid half way out and stretched the ring of tight muscle a bit by
working his finger in a slow steady circle around the rim. After two or
three times around the track he slid out and lubed a second finger this
time.

He went right to it too, without ever missing a beat Kris pushed his middle
and index fingers slowly in. Erylk arched his back up and clamped down hard
on my cock. Moaning a great wail in appreciation and writhing
uncontrollably, he threw himself into the task of giving me the best
blowjob I had ever had.

The cameras were moving in to get some extreme shots of Erylk's face and
asshole. Both Ramon and Ron were getting caught up in the action giving
each other suggestions for close-up's, and angles. As they did they also
asked Edward to turn on colored lights to soften the mood.

As Kris worked his two fingers into Erylk's bum, rotating them back and
forth, pushing them in further and further, Erylk squeaked out a chorus of
emotion. When Kris was in as far as he could go, he twisted one more time
and came into contact with his prostate.

Erylk pulled his head off my tool so fast it made a loud pop. He threw his
head back and let out an enormous, high-pitched, "AAAWWWWWFFFFFFUUUCCKKK."
And once again a flood of his liquid treasure flowed into my mouth.

Edward ripped the headphones off his head, as he hollered, "Mother fucker!
A little warning next time would be nice!"

Kris began a long slow fuck with his two fingers now and with each thrust
the pace got just a little bit faster. And I could tell that Erylk was
loosening up nicely. I was slowly sucking Erylk's dick and the way his
thigh muscles flexed with each thrust was so intense.

After several minutes Kris pulled out and quickly shot a massive glob of
K-Y in his hand. He then smeared it all over his throbbing tool and took
hold of it and lined it up with Erylk's hot hole. Next he rubbed the head
around the rim once and with a short firm thrust from the hips he slipped
the head in him.

Eric told everyone, "OK! Get ready, here we go!"

Kris then pulled out all the way and ran his lubed palm over the head once
more. This time he lined up and in one long, slow, steady push, slid in all
the way to the hilt. Erylk clamped down tight on my cock and held his
breath for a few seconds. The flow of pre cum on my tongue was as grand as
the pleasure Kris was lavishing on Erylk.

Erylk began working my cock with a good steady rhythm, and I was doing
justice to his beautiful iron hard dick now as well. I reached up and
spread his butt cheeks and Kris began driving his piston with ever
increasing speed.

Erylk pulled off me with another pop and he screamed through clenched
teeth, "OOOOHHHHhhhhh FFFFUUUUUCK!" He drew in a huge lung full of air and
added, "Fuck me man! Do it! Do it hard! Come on, fuck me!" And Kris slammed
into him again and again.

"Damn it! Am I using big words, fucking warn a person will ya?" Edward
threw the headphones down and started adjusting the sound visually, just
using the meters. He also turned down the white lights and cranked up the
blue, giving the entire scene a surrealistic twist.

Eric called to Edward, "Nice touch man!"

I licked and sucked the cock dangling over my mouth and Erylk returned to a
class "A" sucking of my dick as well. At this rate it wasn't long at all
before Erylk rose off of me for a second and said, "I'm getting close!"

I let the dick slide out of my mouth and reached for the bouncing shaft of
my hot boy. Taking it tightly in my hand I jerked him a few fast mean
strokes and he pulsed thick streams of hot spooch all over my face and into
my opened mouth.

This sweet, heady flavor of Erylk's nectar shooting onto my tongue sent me
to the brink as well and I hollered, "Close!" And Erylk balanced himself on
one arm and stroked me fiercely. It only took four or five fast beats and I
was sending long arcs of Lin-juice flying into Erylk's open mouth. He then
licked up all the spooch he missed.

Kris was driving into Erylk's bum like a jackhammer; his breathing was
ragged and forced, when he was breathing at all. I reached up and cupped
his balls in one hand and gently rubbed them, while milking his tool for
any telltale drops of cum with the other.

Kris hissed through clenched teeth, "Sooooon!" And with a few last haggard,
hilt deep plunges he slid all the way out and wanked off the rest of the
way. Which was not far off at all. He grit his teeth and I could feel his
thighs tense as spurt after spurt of thick spunk coated Erylk's back and in
his crack.

We all just stayed there, barely quivering, motionless except for the heavy
breathing after a terrific workout.

After what seemed like forever, Eric was the first to break the silence,
"That was great guys." Then he turned to Ron and Edward and added, "Lets
get this tape cleaned up fast, I'll be needing it right away." Then turning
to Phil, "Could you get a few towels please?"

Erylk climbed off of me and went to get his robe, he threw it on and on the
way by he commented to Eric, "Was that fucking good enough?" than to Phil
he said, "I'm out of here! You coming?" And he stormed out without even
looking back.

Eric just watched Erylk's back and slowly shook his head, saying softly,
"There's no reason to get an attitude with me."

Phil looked at us then Eric, kind of gave a little shrug, turned on his
heel and jogged out after Erylk.

I turned to Kris and asked, "What the hell was all that about?"

"Not here babe. I'll tell you all about it you later. Ok?  Erylk pretty
much sticks to himself, and there's really no reason to bring everyone else
into this." Kris handed me a robe and went on to add, "Come on, lets get a
shower." And he headed to the walk in shower in the far corner of the room.

This shower was great, twelve heads mounted at different heights. And there
was a falls feature too. Kris showed me how to set the temperature and
adjust the pressure and we went in.

Kris insisted on washing me and he started by washing my hair, and he gave
me a wonderful scalp massage too. Next he got the soap and lathered me all
up, everywhere, then washed me thoroughly. Then he pressed a button and the
falls kicked on. I went under and let the force of the water rinse me
clean. I returned the favor to Kris and rubbed and scrubbed him squeaky
clean too.

As we toweled off Eric handed us our robes and we slipped them on. It was
getting cold in the barn and I didn't know if it was the atmosphere or the
temperature.

Kris asked Eric, "Are we done for the day or what?"

"Well, unless you guys want to do a one on one?" Eric said, then he half
handedly threw in for good measure, "If you do decide to go for another
round, just give me ten minutes notice. Ok? There is an order for a duo I
need to fill."

"Heh! All you ever have is one thing on your mind." Kris quipped.

"What can I say, business is business." Eric laughed.

All of a sudden, my stomach growled and I said to Kris, "Babe, I'm starved
after all that, can we get something to eat."

"Well why not. You've already had your cocktail." Kris joked.

I took one of the towels and chased Kris around the set, snapping it at his
butt. I caught him right square on the ass cheek and Kris let out a loud,
"OUCH!" And he immediately turned on me.

"You wait till I get my hands on YOUR ass." And he started stalking me like
a cat on the hunt.

I ran for the door and before I made it half way through the waiting room
Kris caught me saying, "I gotcha now!"

"No! Kris, please I didn't mean it! Please babe." I pleaded. And I let him
back me into a corner.

Kris was still rubbing his butt where I swatted it and I suddenly felt a
twinge of regret. He looked at me with his lower lip pouting out a bit and
said, "Man, I better not get a bruise there."

"Oh, babe. I'm sorry, let me see." And I looked at a little red welt on his
butt cheek.

"Well? What does it look like?" Kris bellyached.

I was about to burst out into laughter, but I thought better of it, and
biting my lip, said, "Oh, it is just a little red. It will be just fine."

Kris pulled up the robe and twisted around trying to get a good look at the
little mark on his butt cheek. He rubbed it and looked at me with a sad
puppy dog pout.

I choked back a laugh and gathered him into my arms saying, "Awww, babe I
didn't mean it." Then I hugged him tenderly and bent down and kissed him on
the butt cheek.

When I moved back to look at him, Kris had that dreamy smile on his face
and quickly kissed me on the nose and said, "I know you didn't mean it."
Then he took me by the arm and added, "I think I'm hungry too, lets go and
see what we can dig up."

And arm in arm we walked across the barnyard and headed back into the
house. The sun wend down early in the mountains the there was a chill in
the air. When we entered the house here was a nice warm fire crackling in
the hearth in the great room. As we made our way through I thought to
myself how nice it would be to make love to Kris right there.

Then, all of a sudden I got a good whiff of BBQ'd steak and my stomach let
out a huge growl. I looked at Kris and he turned to me with a big smile and
we both giggled as we headed for the pool deck.

When Kris and I passed through the open doorway we were greeted by the
lingering aroma of steaks broiled earlier on the grill. I looked at Kris
and said; "Now I really AM hungry."

Someone really knew how to plan ahead; there was a long table set up with
cheese and crackers fruits and a variety of salads. And over by the large
grill there was now a small fridge. Kris went toward the grill and asked,
"How do you like yours cooked?" As he pulled two nice T-bone steaks out of
the fridge and put them on the grill.

"Cooked, but not burnt." I answered then said, "I'm getting some beer. You
want one?"

Kris hollered from across the pool, "Ya, bring a couple, thanks babe."

When I walked into the lounge I found Erylk sitting alone at the bar. I
waved and said, "Hi. Feel like a steak? Kris is burning some now."

He looked sideways at me and without saying a word he returned to his
drink.

Then I added, "Dude, I don't know what is going on, and it really doesn't
matter to me. All I want is for us to be friends."

Erylk turned to me and droned, "Why?"

I could feel the hostility in Erylk's tone but went on to say anyway,
"Look, I liked what we did today, it was something I wanted." I walked
around the bar and got out four for Kris and myself and asked, "Do you want
something while I'm here?"

"Ya, whatever you're having." Erylk said as he finished his drink.

As I got him the beer, I said, "I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I
thought you wanted it too."

I got him another beer as well and placed it in on the bar in front of
him. Erylk took it and downed half in one long drink. "Might as well get a
couple more while you're there dude." And he finished the rest of the
bottle then said, "You're right about one thing, it doesn't fucking matter
one way or the other, it just doesn't matter."

"Look why don't you come and get something to eat?" I asked as I set two
more beers in front of him.

Erylk looked up at me for a second, and for the first time since finding
him in the lounge I really got a good look at him. And when he looked at me
I noticed his eyes were all red, as if he had been crying.

He opened his next beer and took a long pull on it then said, "Look I take
care of my self! And I don't need anyone mothering me, understand!" And he
finished his third beer in five minutes.

"Listen, I am not trying to mother you, all I asked is if you want to have
some food with us." I picked up the beers I came for and added, "Fine, I
was just trying to be nice, a friend you know. But suit yourself." And as I
walked around the bar Erylk spun around on his stool and faced me.

"Lin, please wait. I'm sorry, I just don't like people trying to force
things on me 'for my own good.'"

"That's not what I was trying to do." I informed him.

Erylk reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, saying, "I know, I'm
sorry. I have a bad habit of making an ass hole out of my self." And he
slid off the stool, and shyly added, "I had fun today too." And he kissed
me.

It was just a sweet little kiss, but as our lips parted I saw coldness in
his eyes, like he was mocking me somehow. He caught me by surprise and it
took me a second to collect my thoughts. I didn't think I felt anything for
him, not the way I felt about Kris at all. But he was so damn cute; and I
knew then that I wanted to be with him again.

"Come on man, get something to eat with us. You'll feel better"

Erylk cracked a thin smile and nodded almost imperceptibly, and then he
gathered up his beers and followed me to the pool deck. I put two of the
beers on one of the glass-topped tables and Erylk sat himself down.

Kris saw Erylk coming to join us and called out, "How do you want yours
cooked?"

"Rares good."  Erylk called, then he polished off that beer and reached for
another.

I delivered a beer to Kris and when he took it he gave me a big kiss,
saying, "Oh babe, that is just what I needed. Slaving here over a hot
stove, cooking, cleaning, and screwing takes a lot out of a guy. Thanks."

"Well, Erylk is sure making quick work of his, he is on his fifth since I
went to get these." I turned to look at him across the pool, and continued,
"I don't know how much he's already had, but he is getting really fucked
up."

Kris took a fast look to where he was sitting, just finishing another
beer. He shook his head as he turned to me and said, "Fuck! There is going
to be trouble over this! We have to get some food into him and get him out
of site."

"I wish I knew what the hell was going on." I declared.

Kris looked again at Erylk and lowered his voice to say, "Well, this is
what I've been able to piece together. When Erylk came out to the rents
about three years ago, his Dad freaked out and beat the living crud out of
him. After that, the old man threw him out of the house with just the
clothes on his back. He even changed the fucking locks on all the doors."

I looked and saw Erylk open another beer and said, "Man, I can't
imagine,,,, I mean,,,, I,,,, Man..."

"I know babe. " Kris said then he kissed me sweetly and continued, "Anyhow,
he had to get by on the streets, hustling, working outside the gay bars in
the city. That's when he met Tommy and they kind of teamed up, you know,
watching each other's backs. I even think they were lovers."

Kris stacked the steaks on a platter and we walked over to the table. Erylk
was absently watching us as he cracked open the last beer, Kris left the
steaks and went over to the long table to get plates and some salads.

Erylk made a move to get up but sat unsteadily back down and Kris
instructed, "Just wait here I'll get you hooked up." And Kris fixed a plate
for himself and Erylk and I got some for myself.

Kris and I sat down and we started in tearing up those steaks. But Erylk
just sat there absently pushing the food around on his plate with his fork
and drinking his beer.

Kris turned to Erylk and asked, "Dude, why don't you eat some of that?" And
Kris put a piece of steak in his mouth and talking around chewing it added,
"Man it's really good."

Erylk didn't even hear Kris. Or at least if he did, he gave no sign of
it. He just kept on playing with his food while drinking his beer. Then
when he drained the last bottle he got up slowly and announced he was
getting something else to drink. And he headed unsteadily for the lounge.

As I watched Erylk stagger away I commented, "He is really getting shit
faced, and it is not going to be easy to get him to stop either." I turned
to Kris and asked, "What the hell are we going to do?"

"I don't know. Right now he cant really get into any trouble, or not too
much anyhow. Everyone is either taping, or out for a ride. And I figure we
have an hour before they come back." I heard everything Kris was saying,
but at that moment, I didn't think he was too sure of himself.

I was doing my best to keep my curiosity under control, but after watching
Erylk disappear into the lounge I just had to ask, "Ok, are you going to
tell me the rest?"

Kris turned around and saw that Erylk was out of earshot and continued,
"Oh... Ya... Ok... All right, well, like I said, Tommy and Erylk hustled
together for a while and they were both in pretty rough shape. Living on
the streets gets you that way."

"Well one night Ramon and Eric were out cruising the bars, and they both
hit on Ramon. Well, Eric saw that Erylk was in pretty bad shape and
Tommy was none too healthy either.

Eric brought them to my place in Rhode Island and called in a doctor. They
were both really strung out and malnourished. After the doc looked at them
he prescribed some vitamins and other such things then ordered bed
rest. They stayed there for three weeks and we all pitched in keeping an
eye on them, keeping them company, and keeping them out of trouble."

It didn't take too much longer to finish our meal and we quickly cleaned up
our mess as Kris continued.

"After three weeks they were both doing pretty good, and we were all
getting ready to come up here to the farm for the weekend, so naturally
Eric asked if they wanted to come along. When we got here later that day
Eric called a little production meeting to go over the schedule for
Saturday. Erylk and Tommy listen to everything quietly, and when we were
almost done Tommy asked if they could get in on the action. Well this led
to that and then the next thing we all knew they were fucking like
bunnies."

"Things were going along fairly smooth for a few months, then Andy shows
up. Right from the very first day, Andy was hitting on Tommy and the
tension between the threesome began. For two or three weeks Andy and Tommy
flirted back and forth, and it all seemed to be in good fun, you know, just
jokes and pokes back and forth.

Then one night while they were taping in the lounge in front of the
fireplace something clicked with them. I was there watching the action
while having something to drink, and they were screwing merrily along. Then
the mood of the entire scene changed, all of a sudden they were making
love. It was something that I could see change between them. That night
Tommy left Erylk and moved his stuff into Andy's room."

"And what happened then?" I asked. "To Erylk I mean."

"Erylk freaked, he went into the copy room and destroyed the whole pile of
the master tapes with Erylk and Tommy." Then, Kris got real serious and
quiet whispering, "You don't fuck with these people. When they found out,
they sent someone here to find out what was going on."

"Wait a minute, who are they?" I queried.

Kris ignored my question and continued, "Two days after Erylk tore up all
those tapes, a car drives up and three dudes in suits get out and have a
meeting with Eric and Aunt Ruth. They talked for about thirty minutes and
after they left, I asked Ruth what happened. She told me the men were
really pissed, that they were sent here to discipline who ever was
responsible. She said Eric went out on a limb for Erylk, and if there was
any more trouble it would have to be...... dealt with."

"You mean they were going to..." I was asking not able to finish the
question.

Kris got all serious and declared, "These people can be the best to work
for, but if you fuck with their bottom line there is hell to pay."

"Shit!" Was all I could say.

"We had better check on Erylk. He is a little too quiet." And Kris headed
for the lounge.

When we got there we were surprised to find Phil sitting at the bar
drinking a beer. Erylk was nowhere to be seen so Kris went to Phil and
asked, "Dude, where is Erylk? He just came in here a minute or two ago."

Phil said, "I just got here a few seconds before you guys. I don't know, I
didn't see him on the way in."

Kris said I should check his room. I agreed and went down the hall to his
door. At first I listened but hearing nothing after a few seconds I knocked
hard on the door. When no one answered, I slowly opened the door and went
in. He wasn't on the bed, nor was he in the bathroom, and I even checked
the closet. Nothing! No Erylk.

Kris popped his head in the room and hollered, "Is he here?"

I came out of the bathroom throwing my hands up in the air saying, "No, not
in here." Then I followed Kris back into the hall.

Phil edged past me and went over by the bed, then picked up a torn piece of
a photograph. I noticed then there were a few more pieces on the floor and
gathered a couple of them up. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure
out that the photo was a small picture of Tommy.

"Son of a bitch, come on lets get some clothes on." Kris said, and we
followed him into our room. Once there Kris threw my jeans and shirt to me
and he said, "Get dressed, fast!" and we threw our clothes and trainers on.

Kris ran out of the house and we followed. He was heading for the barn and
suddenly I knew what Kris had on his mind. When we got there, Kris got all
quiet and shushed us too, and we started skulking into the studio. We went
through the waiting room and into the taping area, but stayed concealed in
the shadows as much as possible, trying our best to go without being seen.

Tommy and Andy were on a leather sofa doing a mean sixty-nine and from the
looks of things it wouldn't be too long before they were done. Their bodies
were glistening with a sheen of sweat, and they were breathing hard, like
they were working at this pace for some time.

 Phil spotted Erylk standing between two of the scenery panels stored up
against the wall. He was sucking on the neck of a bottle of vodka, and from
the looks of things he had more than his fair share.

Kris slowly worked his way to Erylk and got right in his face saying, "Are
you fucking crazy?" And then Kris reached for the bottle.

>From the sofa we heard Tommy and Andy holler they were ready to cum soon
at about the same time, and Eric gave quick instructions to Ramon and
Ron to make sure they got both cum shots. And in just a few more strokes,
each was showering the other with floods of hot sticky boy spunk.

As Erylk watched Tommy lap up Andy's cum he pulled the bottle away from
Kris and nearly fell on his ass as he said, "Fuk ov man, giturown!"

Erylk then moved, well, it was more of a stagger, heading to where the guys
were just starting to clean up.

Kris and I tried to stop him but he shook himself loose and yelled, "Lemme
fuggin go!" And Erylk stumbled onto the set.

Eric spun around and met Erylk head on, "What the fuck is this?" He then
looked our way and said, "Get him the fuck out of here!"

Kris and I came up from behind, and Kris put a hand on Erylk's shoulder,
saying, "Come on dude! This isn't doing anyone any good!"

Erylk spun around wildly swinging the half empty bottle at Kris, and lost
his balance going down in a tumble. Unfortunately, he knocked over the
table with one of the video cameras on it, and it landed with a sickening
crack.

Ramon and Ron both dove for it but it was no use, the camera hit the
concrete floor hard.

The entire room went quiet, not even an echo dared break the silence
created when that camera hit the ground.

Slowly, all eyes drifted from Erylk to the camera and back again to
Erylk. He was still sitting on his ass, and was just coming to realize what
he had done. He reached to pick up the camera but Ramon roughly pushed
him away, telling him, "Get the fuck away! Haven't you fucking done
enough!?"

Eric told looked at Kris and I and asked, "Can you guys please get him the
hell out of here?"

Erylk managed to awkwardly pick himself up off the floor without a great
deal of fuss. And he turned unsteadily to look again at the smashed
camera. Then he turned slowly to face Tommy.

Tommy looked briefly at Erylk and slid an arm around Andy's waste at the
same time. As Tommy walked away with Andy, he turned to Erylk one last time
and said, "You always were a fucking looser." Then they walked out of sight
behind the scenery.

Erylk crumbled to the floor and sat on his knees. He had an expression of
utter despair as he whimpered, "Tommy, please!!!" And sobbed quietly to
himself.

I had never before seen a person so broken, so close to the edge. It made
me wonder how far Erylk would go for Tommy? And also how far Tommy would go
for Andy.

Kris went to Erylk and helped back to his feet then said, "Come on man, and
lets get you to your room."

Phil and I rushed over to help Kris usher him away from the set. We got him
as far as the waiting room and Erylk broke free from our grip insisting on
walking without our help. We gave in, but we also stayed as close to him as
we could without pissing him off. As we walked across the gravel barnyard
he kept saying Tommy's name quietly to himself, but he made it without any
major mishaps, stumbling only once.

Once we finally made it to the house, we watched Erylk walk across the
landing. As he entered the great room and we never even considered that
Erylk would forget about the few steps down to the main floor. He just
walked off into mid air and down he went, in a heap, ass over elbows to the
floor.

Erylk landed with a thud, and he made a sick, wheezing grunt when he hit
the floor. He twitched once or twice and then laid still. We all ran to see
if he was all right, but he was down for the count. He didn't seem to be
hurt at all, so I looked to Kris and Phil and said, "Well, that's
that. Let's get him into bed, there is nothing else we can do with him, or
for him right now."

"Ya, we might as well just let him sleep it off." Phil observed as he bent
over to take an arm. I grabbed the other arm and Kris got the legs. And we
heaved his limp body up and carried him to his room. Half way there the
bottle slipped from his fingers to the floor, and Erylk never budged an
inch.

We flopped him onto his bed and went about the task of pealing the clothes
off of him. I really had never seen someone so drunk before, I swore to
myself that I would never let that happen to me.

At one point, he was so still; I bent over and leaned in real close so I
could check to see if he was still breathing. Kris looked at me crossway
and said, "What the hell are you doing!?"

"I don't know. I thought he looked too still. You know?" Then I asked, "Do
you think he will be ok?" As I slid a pillow under his head and tossed a
thick comforter over him.

Phil looked at Erylk, lying on the bed and quietly said, "He'll be hurting
in the morning for sure, but he'll survive."

I took a second to study Erylk, lying there dead drunk. And asleep he
seemed totally at peace, but that icy cold glare still haunted me. For some
reason, I kissed him on the cheek before turning out the light and closing
the door.


Thanks for taking the time to read and I hope you enjoyed my story....

This ends Chapter five of The Decision. "Erylk" If you liked it let me know
at marc@marcintime.com If not, well, I still want to know.