Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2020 02:15:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: GAY/BEGINNINGS STORY "VANCE STREET" Ch 36

VANCE STREET						by Mike Austin
							nasstop@yahoo.com

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XXXVI.

Weds a.m., the alarm is blaring and has been for 15 minutes as Ivan
struggles up, wakes Tim in a rush, do double duty in the head, feds B&B and
they rush out. Ivan has just missed his bus and Tim agrees to run him by
work so he won't be late. Ivan is beside himself and disorganized. How
could he have slept through his alarm he worried? He made a note to get a
"real" alarm clock and not rely on his cell. Ivan jumped from the limo and
Tim resumed his flow in traffic and vanished. Ivan just made it to work
thanks to Tim's ride and rushed in to learn that "Elvis" was already in. As
Ivan sped down the hallway, he saw alarm on Grace's face as she advised,
"he was in early and has been looking for you."  John stepped from his
office about that time, "get settled then come back for a visit" John
directed Ivan. Ivan was a bit startled at John's demeanor but knew he'd
done nothing improper or wrong and returned to John promptly.

"It seems you've already approached Joyce with the Student Program and her
potential role?" John asserted and questioned. "Yes I did once I got your
email" Ivan replied, staring into John's face. "Well it's not the way we do
things here, there's a protocol a routine" came John's response. Ivan came
right back with "Well John. there didn't seem to be any delay or `routine'
when I suggested Alexi be announced as the Rehearsal Coordinator for the
birthday program and you seemed All In on my email points about the student
program and Joyce's role, what's changed now?" "Well uh, it's just
different and you should have reconfirmed with me before talking to Joyce"
John replied. Ivan directed more directly this time, "John, if I
misunderstood your support and reply about my ideas, I apologize, but I
withheld talking with her about any interest until AFTER I had your
concurrence, so if you had any reservation or reticence I would have
thought you'd have shared that yesterday and not waited until this morning;
so I ask again, what's REALLY changed OVERNIGHT?" John hesitated then came
clean, "it seems that Joyce mentioned it in passing to another performer
friend of hers and it went straight to Alexi who prevailed on his `patrons'
to intervene and get him designated as the RC, they phoned me last night
and read me the riot act so here we are. You'll need to withdraw your offer
to Joyce." Ivan thought a moment, fumed some internally, stood up, paced a
bit and declared, "John, you told me yesterday that I had to be ready to
handle things, take a role of leadership, and I agreed to that very
directive. You had me attend meetings in an expanded capacity. I gave you
ideas and reports and you sanctioned them and now you are telling me to
rescind an action that you approved yesterday to satisfy the whining
cowardice of a spoiled arrogant mediocre dancer who has been passed over
for working with students on a program that has never been conducted and
has the possibility of producing new donor revenue, for his ego and the
support of his patrons?" "I tell you what, let's forget the student
program, forget that Alex is laying in bed damn near crippled, may very
well never resume his dance role here, we are 7 weeks away from the 1st
program of the Fall season and not one bit of rehearsal has occurred in
prep of it, much less anything on the following five shows and forget my
future employment with New Town, as it appears to have been a mutual
mistake. You have my resignation effective immediately."  And with that
Ivan spun, left John's office for his own, gathered his materials and made
the resignation formal via email to John, hit send, stood, looked around,
walked to Grace, handed her his badge, thanked her for her support and
headed for the long hallway to the front lobby. As Ivan approached Shelley
and was going to wish her well, she was hanging up her phone, "he wants you
back now" and nodded back down the hallway. Ivan was still fuming but
paused, took a deep breath, stalled at returning for fear of a
confrontation and possibly a physical one at the state of rage he now
expressed, but gathered his wits and walked slowly and deliberately back to
Grace and John's office. He found John standing in his office doorway. Both
men glared at one another and Grace would later admit, she'd never seen
ANYONE challenge or stand up to John as Ivan had.

"Ivan" John began, "not one soul has ever approached me as you just did,
not once outside of New Town or within and I have to respect a man with the
balls enough to do it. I'm not saying it was appreciated or that it should
happen again, or often, but I have a new regard for you and your courage to
defend your actions and convictions and you ARE THE TYPE OF LEADER New Town
NEEDS. I'd like you to rescind your resignation and I will deal with Alexi
AND his patrons, but I want you at the helm." Ivan was frozen in place as
he listened and shuddered with John's address. "Very well" came Ivan's
reply and outstretched hand to be shaken. Nothing more was said at the
time. Ivan returned to his office, comprised the email rescinding his
resignation `at John's request' and hit send then sat back and took a
breath. It seemed his first in minutes. It would be a few days before Ivan
learned that John had called the husband/wife patrons of Alexi and
explained that Ivan was the new guy in town, that he had John's full
backing, that Alexi's arrogance was only one reason he was not even
considered for the RC position with the New Fall Student Program Show, that
he'd not even begun rehearsing for the 1st program that was to open in 7
weeks and that if they felt they could manage New Town better than he was
delivering, with growing donations and prestige, then he'd tender his
resignation to the Board immediately with a complete explanation of his
decision. The pair had backed down, claiming they weren't aware of Alexi's
personality issue with the rest of the troupe, nor his lack of 1st show
prep thus far. John had given them facts that would enable them to save
face at the same time putting Alexi in his place. Nothing more was said
about the RC position and all applauded when Joyce received that status for
the Student Program in a company-wide bulletin and general announcement to
the students, their parents and all Board Members at a special Thank You
event that also recognized Ivan's contribution to New Town, just two weeks
after this dust up.

But I digress; Ivan used the rest of Wednesday morning to visit the
students again and calm down. After lunch, he advised Grace he was going to
visit Alex, then would take a half day to collect his thoughts. She thanked
him for his courage and wished him a good afternoon. He took a cab to
Alex's and had a great visit with the folks and his friend, and would take
a cab home to the solace of his apt and to B&B. He wondered where Tim was
and when he might be there. As Ivan climbed the stairs, he was met by Peter
Grace and they had a brief chat on the 2nd floor landing outside of Katia's
apt. Peter noted Ivan's fatigue and stress and wondered if he was ok or
needed any help, as he was home all week off road. Ivan thanked the
handsome musician and felt a comfort as Peter gave him a hug, then reminded
him that he was home all week if he could help Ivan out.

Ivan entered the apt, fed B&B and chatted with them, took a perfunctory
look at Steve's window `just in case', stripped and was about to climb in
the shower for a long relaxing jack session of relief; when the door knock
interrupted him and he tugged on a pair of running shorts. Peter stood at
the door with an iced bottle of Prosecco and a smile offering "I just felt
badly for you and wanted to lend an ear if you needed to talk over a glass
of Prosecco." Ivan invited the sexy black masculine guy into #L and as
usual, apologized for his Spartan digs. After two glasses of Prosecco, Ivan
began to relax and Peter's massage offer was greeted with a welcoming smile
and acceptance. Ivan went to the bathroom, returned with some aloe oil and
found Peter shirtless. Ivan admitted the man had an awesome upper torso,
with defined furry pecs, downward pointing nips and a treasure trail that
disappeared south. Ivan's cock stirred and the day's stress already seemed
to dissipate.

Peter noted Ivan's lean taut body and remarked about his build and that he
could tell he was a dancer. Ivan handed the aloe oil to Peter, stretched
out face down and apologized for the twin bed while gripping a pillow in
his arms, settled down for a massage. Peter's oiled hands began a slow
massage of Ivan's shoulders and neck. The friction warmed his hands and
they moved easily across the dancer's torso. Peter asked if it was too much
pressure and Ivan just moan enjoyment, shifted his legs a bit and settled
into the attention. Peter moved down Ivan's spine, his shoulder blades,
small of his back, sides, under his pits a bit and gently brushed the edges
of Ivan's pecs before working the glutes through his running shorts. "I'm
good if you want to shed those" Peter said as he popped the waist band of
the running shorts. With that, silently, Ivan tugged them down, turned
slightly an was pulling the shorts off as his now fully erect hardon
flipped forward before being concealed as Ivan lay back face down. "Very
impressive boy" Peter spoke and resumed the glutes massage. Ivan moaned a
bit louder, shifted further into the mattress and in both a tender and
sensual move, arched his back gently, almost offering his butt up to
Peter. The hot masculine musician gently rubbed the muscled trench between
Ivan's glutes, working slowly to the muscle knot that now responded to his
touch. Peter lubed his fingers, probed Ivan and was relieved to find the
dancer very receptive to his touch, manipulation and hopefully his
dick. Peter leaned forward, gently kissed Ivan's neck, down his spine to
the small of his back, then back up as Ivan slowly rolled onto his side,
reaching up to touch Peter's face, chest and abs, then slowly discovering
the growing bulge in the man's crotch. Peter helped Ivan roll onto his
back, leaned forward took vans head in his hand and kissed Ivan deeply. As
he did, Ivan wrapped his arms about Peter's neck, then his back and slid
his legs under, then around the man's waist as the passionate kiss grew
more and more intense. Peter moved from Ivan's mouth to his right nipple
then the left before sucking and nibbling them, teasing them with his
tongue. Ivan's cock responded with an aching sensation and he thrust his
hips up against Peter then back against the bed; both arms and legs still
hugging the older man. In what was actually no amount of time, but seemed
like forever, Peter stood, slipped down his baggy shorts and boxers and
freed his thick, veiny heavy cock with a fine dark aubergine shaft and
head. His heavy balls hung free and Peter slowly stroked his young mate,
teasing his erection and forcing Ivan's precum, coating his hand and urging
his passion. Peter eased between Ivan's muscular legs, raised the boy's
right one to his own shoulder and probed Ivan again, sliding two fingers
and then a third in the young muscle hole, then feeling it respond to his
touch by gripping the long musician's fingers. Ivan's eyes widened, stared
into Peter's and Ivan mouthed `PLEASE' and nuzzled his glutes against
Peter's hand. Peter, reached in his pocket, withdrew the Trojan MAX and
slipping it on his fully erect dick, pressed it to Ivan's ring and felt it
relax and teak the older man's cock, pause, then resume the travel deeper
in the young dancer. Peter's kiss was both a stimulant and analgesic for
Ivan. Ivan moaned and winced only twice before Peter began a slow but
increasing fuck. His thick dick base stretched the dancer's ring each time
as he went deeper and deeper. Ivan's ring gripped Peter's head with fervor
as the man withdrew before driving back in. Ivan's arms and legs gripped
Peter more and more aggressively, using the older man's torso as leverage
and enabling the fuck to increase in speed and passion.  They kissed
deeply. Peter's moans as he deeply fucked the hot dancer stud revealed his
approaching orgasm. Repositioning both arms and hands under Ivan's pits and
aside his torso for balance and leverage, Peter hammered the young hole
with eagerly. Ivan responded in kind. "Oh damn Peter, you're an amazing top
man, I love the way you fuck me, gimme more, harder gimme ALL, take it, Man
take it, make it yours" Ivan moaned louder and louder as Peter was about to
cum. He drove once more, Ivan clamped tightly and began cumming
involuntarily as Tim does when they fuck, across his torso, huge long ropes
of cum.  Peter couldn't hold off any longer and gripping Ivan's shoulders
held him in place as he shot hard loads of cum, filling the rubber. Peter
collapsed across his younger partner. Ivan held on dearly as each panted
off the edge they'd been riding up to orgasm. Peter stood, helped Ivan
stand, they hugged and stood kissing each other. Ivan offered a shower, but
Peter declined; then dressed, reminded Ivan of his offer to talk, left #L
and Ivan with the now empty bottle of Prosecco, a very sore ass, and empty
balls. Ivan eased into the shower and remained there for half an hour.

Returning to bed for a nap, Ivan relived the massage and the handsome man
he'd just enjoyed and hoped Peter had enjoyed him equally. Within a few
minutes, Ivan was fast asleep and didn't notice the wind blowing against
the window, followed by the rain, until a few thunder claps stirred him
awake. He walked to the window, found no sign of B&B, reckoned they'd found
shelter and started a pot of coffee, wondered about supper, tossed the
empty Prosecco bottle in the trash and sent a text to Tim asking about his
status, before settling on the loveseat, clutching his knees against his
chest, and reliving the events of the day.

Tim sent Ivan a text at 4pm that `he was with a client and still had
another pick-up and wouldn't be home until late and to go ahead and eat
supper, sorry'. Well at least I heard back and all's ok, Ivan thought as he
considered supper options. He sent Dave a text asking if he was interested
in supper, but got declined as Dave had plans with the folks and Alex. He
tried Steve, but got declined as well. Then he reached out to Jim Hemmings,
who accepted his offer but that he wouldn't get home until 6, if that
wasn't too late. Ivan agreed and asked Jim to think about food and where,
and he'd do the same so when they connected they could set their plan in
action. Jim agreed and said he'd call when he got home. Ivan tingled at the
thought of supper with the handsome Swede. Ivan dressed casually; shorts, a
golf shirt and `topsiders' and commando just in case and waited for Jim's
call, which came promptly at 6. They settled on The Burger Bar, a new place
about 3 blocks away and walked there talking about the events of their
days. Ivan was quiet about his event with Peter and Jim had mentioned a few
hunks that had been in shopping so Ivan steered the discussion to those
specimens vs his own roll in the hay. The Burger Bar was not yet crowded
and each placed their order they got a table awaiting their food. They
continued their small talk and when the hunky muscled waiter, Ron, arrived
with their meals, both thanked him, asked for his name and agreed to leave
him a nice tip... "These burgers are huge" Jim explained, followed by
Ivan's claim that he wasn't sure he could get his mouth open that wide" at
which point they both laughed. Ivan was relieved the visit and meal were
going so well. No stress, no strain and no presumption of sex to
follow. While he wanted to bed Jim, perhaps tonight wasn't the most
opportune time. There'd be another time he was certain. They enjoyed the
walk home after leaving Ron a $10 tip and parted with hugs as Ivan left Jim
at his 2nd floor apt and headed up to #L. Still no Tim he pondered then
called his folks and had a good visit. He felt he shouldn't relay the day's
event at work as they'd only worry. When Tim hadn't arrived by 10pm, Ivan
sent a quick text, `good nite wake me when U get in, I', and hit the sack
to grab some real ZZZZs.

Unknown to Tim when he got the 2nd job order that afternoon, to make a 7pm
airport pick-up and display only the letter "J" on his tablet and be at the
arriving passenger limo pick-up, that his night would be so long and
involved. He remained standing with the "J" prominently displayed, pivoting
right then left in a sweeping motion to display it to as many arriving
passengers as possible. He'd just pivoted left when a friendly but deep
voice announced I'm Dr. J and Tim spun to see Dr. Jim Markel standing
before him. "Don't I know you" Dr. Jim spoke and Tim acknowledged the
doctor replying "yes I was the driver for your patient Alex Peters and his
family" and they shook hands, Tim opened the passenger door and held it for
Dr. Jim's entry, closed it crisply and took the wheel asking for his
destination. Getting it from Dr. Jim, he entered the address into the
SmartPhone and start mileage hit send and they were off. Once Tim merged
into freeway traffic, Dr. Jim asked how he'd been, how Alex's friend Ivan
was doing and the family; to which Tim gave net but current updates. They
got stalled in freeway construction for which Tim apologized and Dr. J
dismissed it as "that's why I get a limo and don't have to deal with this
myself". After a few phone calls, Dr. J resumed his visit with Tim; "I
presumed you and Ivan were a couple, am I correct?" You could sense Tim's
tension before he replied, "well sort of, we've only known each other since
I got the job driving the Peters, which has since ended now that he's home,
unless they need me in the future." "I see" Dr. Jim remarked "so does that
mean you guys have an open relationship or one that just hasn't been set in
stone yet?" Tim grew tense again and wasn't sure how to continue, then
replied, "I guess we're a couple with benefits" and grinned that huge smile
at Dr. Jim in his rear view mirror. The trip to Dr. Jim's address, a smart
traditional mid-rise condominium in an upscale neighborhood, had taken
about 45 minutes. Tim jumped out, open the door for Dr. Jim who on exit
asked "do you have plans for the rest of the night or is Ivan expecting you
soon" as he took Tim's hand for a shake and held it firmly? Tim was
challenged, tense and shaking Dr. Jim's hand replied, "I'm free and would
love to spend some time with you, but will need to park the car". Jim
nodded, Tim pulled forward and parked the limo before joining Jim and they
entered the building lobby and made their way to the top floor, corner
condo overlooking the city and adjoining park. Jim begged off for a quick
shower after his flight and invited Tim to join in and he accepted. They
began their circuitous trek to the bath at one of the large windows
overlooking the park, seven stories below, with Jim gently holding Tim
near, kissing him softly, then squeezing Tim's firm glutes that Jim knew
would meet his hands with eagerness. They took turns undressing each other,
one garment at a time, kicking off shoes in the process. When naked, Jim
led Tim to the master bath, a temple to travertine and the large walk-in
gang shower with 10 nozzles, two of which had shower hoses, and a pair of
overhead "RainMaker" fixtures. The water erupted from the ceiling and wall
fixtures in an array of steam and pulsing pressure. Their arms encircled
and roamed across each other and both cocks were immediately erect. Jim's
furry chest and arms were always concealed by his dress shirt and long,
white, physician's coat, but now in the shower, the hair matted against
Dr. Jim's fit torso and grabbed Tim's attention with pure focus and
delight. Tim kneeled before Jim and licked the hairy scrotum, licked Jim's
oversized dickhead and sucked it tentatively before swallowing the hard
cock down his throat. Jim was impressed at Tim's deep throat talents and
began face fucking the young driver, holding his head in place as he
plunged deeply then withdrew before driving back down the eager throat. It
was Jim's turn to suck dick next and he repeated the position, took the
young driver dick in his hand, squeezing it hard and then swallowing. Jim
bobbed on Tim for a good 4 or 5 minutes with his expert throat muscles
working the driver to the point of orgasm, then backed off and repeated the
drill, several times until Tim was pleading to cum. Jim stood, caressed Tim
and led them from the shower to the bed, drying each other in thick
super-sized white towels that were discarded beside the bed. Tim rolled
onto his back, looked up into Jim's eyes, blinked a couple of times then
closed his eyes as Jim came face to face and kissed him passionately. The
warm bodies mingled easily in the king-sized bed, rolling side to side and
playfully probing, exploring and stroking each other, biting nipples and
sucking balls in a fury of passion. Both cocks needed release.

It was after midnight when Jim began to screw Tim again. The first two
times had been outright fucks, but this time was more passionate and
loving. Tim had ridden Jim in their last fuck, taking Dr. Jim's hairy thick
veiny dick deep up his hole, then screwing his ring down tightly on the
dick base before riding up again to the head. Tim loved having Jim hold his
hips as he rode and rocked the dick. They kissed, with Tim bent forward,
Jim's dick stuffed up in him as they tongued each other's mouths deeply.
This time Tim sat upright, impaled his hole down hard on Jim's huge dick
and rocked the king-sized bed with fury, working hard and fast to get Jim
off. The expert top took Tim's hole like that for a few more minutes before
flipping the driver bottom on his back and force fucking him; driving deep
and shifting Tim's ring side to side until his bottom's cock erupted and he
was screaming his release. Jim sat back filling the hole he'd been fucking
with another mammoth load of cum, then announced he was done and needed
sleep, though welcomed Tim to stay the rest of the night. Tim grabbed his
cell, sent Ivan a text---long day, near my place, gonna crash there, C U
Thursday--- then hung up and snuggled aside Dr. Jim and they slept soundly.