Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2015 12:12:28 -0400 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 10 % The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, school campuses, crowded beaches, campgrounds, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. % If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to the reader to research this subject, abiding by their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have, over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting steamy characters out of my stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Concluding remarks ~ reading this kinky story could make you stiff or gooey, so I would suggest not reading it in a public place...unless you're a breed apart from the rest, who likes to get noticed...just sayin'! :) % ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 10 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % His snarl turned into a smile, Zack thinking, finally, after working side by side with Jeremi at the London `West' hotel, getting him into bed, it was probably his own fault that he gave Jeremi a `choice.' By habit, even though in the privacy of the room, Zack wraps a towel around his waist, before heading off to a hot shower. For a moment he stands there, shaking his head, condemning himself, seeing Alek spooning Jeremi. Taking it all in stride, since this isn't the first hotel employee he has warmed up to, only to have lost out, shakes his head, saying to himself, "Easy come, easy go!" Not rightly remembering what happened last night, with three guys going at it, Zack uses the towel to rub his shaft. With no chance of interfering with the two wrapped up in bed, next best thing, Zack's hand, using the fibers of the towel to excite himself, it's exactly what he needs, a nice hot shower! About ready to duck into the mens room, there's a knock at the door. Normally, he would grab a robe, but not caring now whom got a glimpse of his fox bod, "Yes?" "I was thinking," the reddish-blond fibers of Zack's bod cast a spell upon Aronold, which made him temporarily lose the reason he came to talk with Alek. Feeling his bod given the once over, Zack says, "As you were saying, Arne?" Zack fluffs up his balls. Broad, tight-lipped smile confronting him, plus hand motion, made Aronold smile. Even though he had already showered, shaved, got himself together for the road trip, he forgot about the real reason, "Uh, I hear the best remedy for scratchy-balls is a nice hot bath?" "Hot? Wet? Sounds like a good remedy to me!" Thinking back to a time in his 32-year life span, Aronold sighs, "Trust me...works every time!" "Unless it's crabs?" Zack displays his balls on the palm of one hand. "No-o-o-o," Aronold looks at the two baseball-sized globes, then up to Zack's wide smile. Perhaps it was Zack's infectious giggle, or maybe it was his cock still pulsing like needles and pins, but it diminished the feeling of horror in the pit of Aronold's stomach. "Gotcha, didn't I?" "You got me all right," Aronold confesses. "So, the dirt isn't going to come off standing here?!" Opening the door wider, Zack welcomes Aronold in, taking him by the hand. It didn't take long before Zack's soapy hand was greasing up his shaft. Aronold couldn't blame a guy for trying like hell to keep a cock hard and slick at the same time, for every time he pulled Zack's cock out of his mouth, either to firm it up by hand or take a breather, slippery saliva would wash right off! Aronold, standing, he was turned right around by Zack, "I've got a better idea." At least Aronold voiced his opinion, giving apology, but was twice-blessed by having a hot man behind him, tip of a quite big tool pointed at his glory hole and secondly, Zack so revved up, he wasn't at all gentle, Aronold squealing, "Oh man! This is just the way I like it!" For Zack, he didn't care, driving himself deep inside, yet did make comment, "Like, you have a choice?" The way Zack was slamming himself into Aronold, like a nonstop traffic accident, it's no wonder that the former car salesman could be quite sore afterwords. It felt super fantastic for Aronold, whom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Each time Zack punched his thick shaft in, Aronold's balls would swing forward, into the faucet zone, clunking his lowhangers against the water adjusters. Aronold was certain, if he complained, the punch from behind would lessen or even stop. "Nah," he wasn't going to chance it, even though his balls were taking a beating! % After awakening, Alek made his way to take a leak. When he got there, he was `appalled', "Really, guys?" "Oh. Hi there," Aronold had a smile on his face, nestled up in the pocket of Zack's pit. It was kind of interesting to Alek, finding Zack with Aronold, but being he woke up with Jeremi in his arms, wasn't so certain he wanted to share, "Hi yourself. Are you two going to get out before Jeremi rolls out of bed?" "You make it sound like we're doing something lewd," Zack throws it back. He hadn't done his tinkling yet, a crazy thought coming to mind, Alek pointing his prick towards the tub, "Uh, no, I'd call this more lewd!" Neither of the two 30-something guys were out of shape, but squashed into the perimeter of a tub, lubed up by Alek's hosing them down with his morning piss, it was not only repulsive, but damn slimy, "Oh shit, Alek!" Squeezing the last out, Alek high-tailed it out of there, laughing his ass off. With his hand over Zack's shoulder, planted on the tub floor, Aronold says, "Well, are we going to get even or what?" Uncaring if they both stunk, or that sticky piss covered their bods, Zack pulls Aronold's crutch from the tub floor, "Eventually, but right now I could do with some more lovin'!" Lip rolled up to look like something nasty, Aronold was ready to protest, lying down in a tub which reeked and was sticky, but found out both their lips had escaped Alek's prank and the kissing proves to be sweet, instead of sour! Dragging Jeremi out of bed, Alek was in a panic, "C'mon, we've got to go!" Right off, Jeremi had thought about the road trip, something Alek touched on before the two got wound up and wound down last night. Dwelling on this thought, Jeremi says, "Like this?" Alek could guess what he meant, but what he meant, "Imagine Drew speeding and a cop pulls us over?" Before Jeremi could say, they were standing in the bathroom shared with Keb and Johnny. From behind the doors they hear, "Yeah baby, how you like the way I soap you up?" Pulling the door open, they were bent on a surprise, only to find Keb with Jaeson and not Johnny! "What's this Keb?" Jaeson answers, "Uh, Keb soaping up my chest, stomach and other parts?" "What happened to Johnny?" Alek asks, meant to get to the bottom of this, though his eyes were taking in the porno scene. They really didn't know Jaeson, but that Deric had credited him with directing the action as if a movie director himself, in escaping the porn dungeon scene. Keb cut in before Jaeson could say, "With Mat. You should see them cuddled up together." Romantically, Keb says, "A match made in heaven!" "That's nice, but Aronold and Zack are taking up our shower and we need to..." Alek wasn't sure how to put this, "get the stink off of us." Not wanting Keb's soapy hands to linger too long, without `cleaning' his shaft, Jaeson suggest, "Hey, if you want to hop in behind us, Alek?" Only once, in the park, in the mens room, had Alek been face to face with two men at once. First time he ever experienced, what he learned was a `gang bang', Alek bringing up the rear. However, that was then and this is now and he was having different feelings for Jeremi, "Nah. We'll pass." "Well, it's apparent, we're not going to get squeaky clean here, nor there!" Alek walks out into the big room which connects bedrooms. "I know just what to do," Jeremi takes Alek's hand, leading him to the abbreviated bathroom. Knowing where Jeremi was headed, "Uh, like, it doesn't have a tub or even a shower?" "Trust me!" What could Alek do, really liking Jeremi, especially from their last night, early morning kiss and slurping affair, "If you say so," he was led away. Inside the room, with only a toilet and sink, Jeremi says, "I know it is tight squeeze, but we can fit." "Tight squeeze, huh?" Alek says, like it's a joke, which only he was getting the gist of it! Much as Keb was doing with Jaeson, Alek stands in front of Jeremi. With the sink full, Jeremi soaps up his hands and rubs soap over his chest, "Okay?" Smiling into the mirror, Alek speaks like Jeremi is in front of him, and not a reflection, "More than okay!" What came to pass, before Alek's chest and abs could be free of soap, he turns around and caresses Jeremi, which in turn scrubs his frontals. The room wasn't big enough to lay down in, perform a 69, or as Alek would liked to have had it, shoving his cock inside Jeremi. However, it hadn't come to that, relationship-wise, and not wanting to rush things, Alek places his hand on Jeremi's cock, takes Jeremi's hand and puts it on his stiffy, "Okay with this?" Alek is shown by Jeremi, how `ok' it is! After they both shoot their loads, into opposite hands, getting goo all over themselves, Jeremi became the caretaker, cleaning Alek first, them himself. "Careful," Alek cautions, "or we'll never get all this cum off of us!" A little surprised, because he hadn't done it himself, Jeremi exclaims, "We could always reprise the moment?" With having done one trick right after another at the park, Alek was certain of it. However, digging Jeremi in a different way, he says, "Of course we could, but don't you think we should save some for later?" For Jeremi, he was certain of the fact, feeling his shaft swell. It made his brain quickly dash in reverse. Very first thing which made him gravitate towards Alek, the rusty-brown pecs, with an extreme wanting of his tongue feeling up those bristles, which brought him to conclusion, "Among other things!" Alek, he wasn't so sure about Jeremi's hidden intentions, though was kind of tickled when they were both attracted to each other, Jeremi's tongue dive-bombing to his chest. At first he questioned it, Jeremi lingering so long at mid-chest level, but then his tongue skating down the stomach stripe, quick dart in and out of his bellyhole, the happy trail leading to...`damn shame!' Alek thought on it, taking so long to get to his pubes. He definitely would need to pace himself for the rest of the day! % As predicted, Alek finally got everyone together in the lobby of London West Hotel. Banded together, they would take their first and last shopping trip on the west coast, before hiking cross-country. Of course, they all wanted to start with different things which each thought most important for such a long trip. Deric, he wanted some lifting equipment. Alek said it was too heavy, too cumbersome for the journey, that Deric would have to wait until they `got there.' At which point Johnny throws in his opinion, "How come you can't do what we did?" He meant, when he and Deric were making their own way from mid-America to the west coast. "Wanna shut up about that Johnny?" The gun was on Deric for saying something, which first set up Keb against the muscle jerk, "What'd you say, man?" he was in Deric's face! Deric rationalizes, "There's just some things between a guy and guy, which should remain unsaid. That's all." Unwittingly, Deric had set himself up, for which it left question marks in many minds, inquisitive minds, like Aronold wanting to know, "Which would be?" Not a major infraction, Keb backs down, or it could have been he wanted to know more, rather than Deric giving Johnny an apology? "It was nothing." "I don't think it was nothing," Johnny acted innocently in asking, plus adding his own opinion of what happened on an empty road in South Dakota. "It was really nothing. We were going down this road..." "Up the mountain, really," Johnny cut in. "Well, yeah," Deric got his facts in line, "up a mountain, but coming down the other side, it was our first sight of civilization..." "It was kind of cool," Johnny again cut in, wanting to share their adventure, "this little town, which looked like it was out of a western movie. We stopped at a gas station for some water and this old guy told us not to drink out of the hose." "`His' hose?" Aronold giggles at his own joke. Not with it half the time, Johnny says. "I suppose it was his hose. He owned the gas station." The fingertips of Aronold's hand hits the top of his head, on the way to the sky, signifying his little joke went right over Johnny and beyond! "What else," Keb asks, "before Arne got rude on you?" "Well!" Aronold shrugged a shoulder. Secretly, he spun a fantasy, a quickly, having himself on both knees, playing cock-lover to Keb! `Lucky,' he was about to award Johnny the privilege, but now Johnny seemed to be fading out of Keb's family portrait, Jaeson more in the picture? "Maybe I shouldn't say?" Johnny's conscience takes hold, looking to Deric. "Go ahead. Tell them. It's not like it's anything bad," Deric gives Johnny leeway. Truth told, on this shopping trip, Deric knew he would be heckled 8 or 9 times, telling the same old tale of what happened in S.D. "Are you sure?" Johnny says. "Of course. No skin off my back!" Deric laughs, gazing at Alek. "What?" Alek asks. Patting Alek on the shoulder, "Don't blame me if the guys need to go relieve themselves, when all you wanted to do is go shopping!" Much as Alek liked to get a jolt out of a good, gay story, especially involving locals and all the details there within, which, according to Deric could get their stumps rockin', "Uh, maybe we should wait till bedtime, huh guys?" Worst case scenario, Alek backed off when he got shot down by everyone, with words of wisdom, "Okay, but don't blame me if when we get to a store all the hot salesdudes are on break!" `Uncle' Eric heeds warning, "Uh, maybe we could wait, guys?" Aronold, who had an interest, calls Eric, "Woos!" Grabbing Aronold from behind, big hands on his shoulders, Zack takes command, "Oh course we can wait. Would make a steamy bedtime story. Besides, I don't know about the rest of you's, but I've got a clean pair of underwear on!" Some of the guys laugh at Zack's little stab at a joke, including Adam. Though, he hadn't shared the small secret he had, one of a few. While a `slave', his former master liked it when Adam paraded around in a jock strap. The elastic around his ass made the cheeks look more plump. Around front, the little pouch was only big enough to hold a set of balls, which made any other part of the anatomy burst at the seams. Adam's `master` liked a hairy man, except pubes shaved. This did not include ballsacs. One of the kinky aspects of Adam wearing a jockstrap, his former owner liked to see hairy balls busting out of sides of the white material. Thinking too much on all this, one thought leading to another, Adam slaps himself on the cheek, `Stop it, idiot!' "Zack's right," Aronold looks to the dull side, "we better get going and save our jerk-off stories for around the campfire!" Even though Deric, who really didn't mind the story getting out, found it a little embarrassing for Johnny to tell, about how they found a meal and a place to spend the night, `Deric' the party favor! "Where we off to first?" Aronold turns his head, smiles at Zack, not sorry he's one of a crowd being opted out on hearing Johnny's fairytale. Alek, from what a nice guy he literally ran into , carrying a hot cup of coffee, told him, "They say you can get everything at Braddock's?!" Back home in mid-America, he was part of a well to do family, though Braddock's was off limits for the family bank account, "Braddocks?" Johnny cringes. Deric was ready to inform his bud, that Alek's plastic was paving the way, but some other dude walks up to them, "Alek..." not sure he'd be recognized, "Wasylyk?" Turning around, Alek knew him on the spot, "Uncle Edward?" The guys wondered whom this was, Alek walking towards the brown-bearded man, throwing his arms around him. Even though, before this past week none of them knew Alek, let alone anyone else in the pack of friends, Aronold leans into Zack's ear, "Who's that hot bear?" "Damned if I know," Zack replies, "but I sure hope Alek at least introduces us." "Sure would like to shake more than his hand!" Zack agrees! "Guys, I want you to meet my father's oldest friend, Edward Kedzierski. Not that I mind, though if it wasn't Edward, I'd be kind of pissed my father sent someone to look after me!" Shaking hands, the suited man says, "More to look after Alek's father's bank account!" "Bummer," Slim says to `Uncle Eric', "there goes the suitcase of Speedos I was gonna pick out!" Smiling back at Slim, Eric says, "Sure would like to take care of what's packin'em!" Slim, who could relate says, "Y'know, Eric, maybe you and me should get together later. You into `doing to me, what I do to you?'" Eric wasn't sure of what Slim meant, but found it, "Sounds intriguing!" Back at the inner circle, Alek is giving a brief history of how his uncle, not really by blood, but by Edward saving his father's life. One thing leads to another and not only do they find out how Edward has been sent to keep tabs on Alek, but looks forward to their trek across country, "Yep, when I came to this country, the backroads of America became my playground!" Alek knew, but wondered if they others felt intrigued, "Uh, don't forget to tell about your present for me, at my 18th birthday party, Edward?" While the others listened intently, Deric was more interested in the hotness emanating off Edward's persona. Already he had him dressed down, out of the suit to bare nothingness. First off, the suit had to be custom made to accommodate those wide shoulders and that shapely, swimsuit bod, the way it curved down to the waist... Dreaming, he sort of heard Edward mention, "I can't wait to get out of these expensive rags." Smiling, Deric wished with all his might, `Can I help?' "You can use my suite," Alek tells him. "We were about to go out and use up my credit limit on my card?" He knew why Edward was there, even if he did mention keeping tabs on the `plastic' his father gave him, which made Edward smirk, "Just remember though, when your father gets the bill, you're going to have the chore of explaining every transaction?" "Not the impression I got," Alek backed down from being friendly, like he was talking to his father, indeed! As like lovers do, run hands up and down arms, one trying to calm the other, Edward says, "I've also been sent to help make amends," which he knew didn't fool Alek one bit, "but you knew that already, didn't you?" Edward still calming the beast in Alek, hands rubbing up and down those lightly-haired forearms, a way Edward knew of helping Alek to keep his cool, it works, Alek saying, "I suppose." "Besides," Edward knew Alek needed this, "where's my welcoming hug?" More than a welcoming hug, they all watch as Edward grabs Alek up in a `lovers-hold', heads aligned next to each other. Aronold says to Zack, "Are we sure they aren't long, lost lovers?" "Wish it were me in Alek's place!" Hand on hip, Aronold exclaims, "I'm appalled, Zack!" A warming hand to Aronold's back, Zack confesses, "Don't get your balls all twisted up in a wad, he's not my type." "Oh really?" Aronold assesses the situation for himself, "Well, if you don't want him, I'll take him!" It earned Aronold a slap in the ass and with Zack's big hand, it didn't tickle! "Owch!" "Into it?" Zack toyed, "There's plenty more from where that came from!" Already exposed to how a bdsm situation could turn an innocent encounter into something he didn't care for, Aronold says, "I'll be a good boy." He kind of was sweet on Zack, so cut him slack! Alek, leading Edward by the arm, says, "We'll only be a minute guys, while Edward changes out of his glad-rags!" The two only had a year to catch up on, Alek having met Edward a little more than a few times a year. Every year, for his birthday, which almost collided with the 4th of July, the 2nd, Alek could count on a present from his `uncle' Edward. This past year was special, turning 18 and graduating from high school. This year was no different, other than turning 19 and the fact he was making the change, from the West coast, to the East. Curious though, Alek asks, "So, what's on your agenda for my birthday, Edward?" "First," he answers, as they zip up the elevator, "installment of your birthday present?" Alek loved that smile, which sort of meant something weird was in store for him, "Does it mean we're going to be keeping my friends waiting for quite some time?" "We could get a head start on it?" Edward smiles, untying his necktie. "Allow me," Alek says, pulling Edward into his lips. Okay, so when Alek told Michael, back in the town park it was his first fuck, it wasn't the truth. It's just that, in his book, Edward didn't count. He was almost a blood relative, good friend and great at handling his father, whereas Alek didn't get along. So, no matter what he said to his father, whereas there was conflict, Edward worked it out, whatever it took. But Edward was his good buddy, confidant, dictionary when it came to all things gay, sanctuary in the storm of life. By the time the elevator doors opened, Alek had his hands inside Edward's fully unbuttoned shirt, feeling up all that lush fur, "Have I ever told you how much I like this, Edward?" hands round the furry pecs. "Only about a hundred times?" "That many?" Alek replies, working the shirt off Edward's shoulders, suit jacket lining it. Then, like Alek has done something wrong, "What are you doing?" Mouth coming off Edward's right nip, "Making you hard?" He smiled, which made his 44-year old friend do the same, "And what about last time and the time before that?" Recalling, Alek says, "Okay, so I was your first fuck and the fuck after that. Your point?" All his life Edward liked being man on top. After all, most gay men liked it more, having their legs split open and Edward had very few complaints about filling that void. It's what he preferred. Though, very fond of Alek, he could have had his way with him, "Just do what I say and not what I do?" Of the matter, the ways of fucking a guy, as Edward had coaxed Alek through the motions, on the day of his birthday and the company picnic, two days after, the fourth of July, Alek says, "You really love me that much, Edward?" Alek's tee shirt hugs Edwards split open dress shirt. Edward sums it up and to the point, "As a friend and sometimes fuck-buddy, uh, can we get on with it?" Breaking apart, Alek gazes straight forward, "Sound like you're trying to railroad me, Edward." Alek's arms flung upward, tee shirt whisked off, Edward says, "No. Just don't want your friends waiting forever?" "You got a point there," Alek replies. Waiting downstairs, for minutes on end, Johnny complains, "How long does it take to change a set of clothes?" Wisely, Aronold replies, "I'm sure that's the story we'll get!" "Yeah, right!" Zack agrees with Aronold, on what real intentions were on his mind. Johnny, he wasn't at all in sync, "What did Arne mean by that?" he asks Mat. Mat, lying across the sofa, back of the head planted in Johnny's crotch, legs up over the bolstered side, replies, "When we have more time, I'll go into detail with you!" Inquisitive face, turning to a smile, Johnny looks down, "You're so nice to me, Mat." "No problem," Mat says. "But I could be `nicer!'" Though it didn't make sense to Johnny, he kind of liked the way Mat was rolling his head back and forth! Upstairs, right about now, Alek's wick was going off like fireworks, an early birthday present from Edward! % "What the heck is taking them, Mat?" "Darned if I know," Mat responds, lying, because he could much think of what was going on in the suite upstairs. "Maybe we should go see," Johnny starts walking in the direction of the elevator. Grabbing Johnny's wrist, Mat says, "Uh, no!" "How come?" All along, seeing the innocence in Johnny, Mat wasn't sure he should upset the apple cart, "Um..." Then, opposite direction, someone had to educate this boy, "They're probably `doing it', you know?" "Oh right," Johnny follows Mat's lead to sit down. "Same happened to me when I met Deric. We were strangers then, but after hitchhiking together, I pretty much know everything there is to know about him!" Mat would bet his last dollar on it, most likely Deric had only scratched the surface, "Is that so?" "Yup." Entertained, or convincing himself thus, just to keep his eyes beamed on Johnny's incredibly hot facial features, he asks, "Name one thing you know about Deric." "I can tell you more than that." `Better yet,' Mat was starved for knowledge! It all came out in dribs and drabs, Johnny saying Deric had worked out a lot before they took to the road. Without a gym, Deric used his ingenuity, tree branch, kiddie playground and other things, to work out on. Smiling, with a red face, most out of an uncontrollable case of being embarrassed, Johnny says, "I can frankly say, I'm not much different than any other guys, I suppose, loving the idea that any opportunity Deric gets, he loves to walk around without a shirt on." "If you got it, why not flaunt it?" Mat laughs. "I know," Johnny knew. Secretly though, whenever Deric used a tree limb to do pull-ups, he was entertained not only by Deric's beautiful abs, chest and arms, but also, "Yeah, and you know what?" "What?" Mat was hoping there was more. "I think somehow, if this is at all possible, because I don't think there's any scientific explanation, but I think doing exercise turns Deric on." Regardless if Mat had an inkling why, "What makes you say that?" Again, the red blush, Johnny reveals, "Because as I watched Deric do his pull ups, it looked like his crotch was tenting, and I'm not talking just a little!" It made Mat smile, thinking not on the workout Deric was giving his crotch, but Johnny's sheer innocence, "That noticeable was it?" "Uh, yeah, but sometimes it was good." "How so?" Mat was lost in Johnny's powerful, alluring, blue eyes. "The guy who picks up garbage in the park, came over and told him so!" "You don't say?" Mat says it in a way he thirsted for more information, hoping it led to more juicy info, though if it didn't, it was just as cool following the way Johnny lay the facts down. Then, to break up Mat's coming onto Johnny, literally sneaking his way to a chest to chest position, they hear from behind the sofa, "Don't tell me you guys, too?" Looking up, it was like looking up a skyscraper, Johnny again telling it like it is, "Not a good time, Zack. Mat was about ready to kiss me, y'know?" Placing both hands on the back of the sofa, Zack half-bends over, "Oh, I'm so so sorry. Looks like you two have better luck than I am," he stands up abruptly. In doing so, standing tall, Zack's eyes line up to the busyness of the lobby. Standing off to one side was Jef and his Uncle Eric. Eric was speaking with a guy, which prompts Zack to say something about Jef, standing there by his lonely self, "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to!" "Wait, Zack?" Johnny calls him back. Almost tripping over himself, Zack backtracks, "What?" "You didn't tell us what you were going to say?" Mat share in the asking. It slipped his mind! However, making up a quickie, reports, "It looks like Alek and Jeremi aren't in the mood for clubbing tonight." Then he was off and walking swiftly! "Not partying with us?" Johnny says. Not knowing everyone that well, Mat knew one thing, "Uh, wasn't it Alek who instigated all this?" "Not really," Johnny was a `listener', even though he hung in the wings during the gang's conversations. Thinking briefly, "Come to think of it, I don't know who came up with it, but without Alek, we don't have the `plastic', if you know what I mean?" Mat could guess, reason enough, hoping the gay movie set at Man Fan would provide some lining to his pockets, "I'm sort of flat broke myself!" A little embarrassed by what he just inferred, Johnny says, "But as soon as I get my high school diploma and get through college, I'm going to pay Alek back every dime he spends on me." He didn't say it, hoping to pick up some quick loot at the gay porn studio, Mat saying, "I was so sure things were going to work out for me." "My mom used to say, when one door closes, another opens," Johnny bestows. "Makes sense. I like how the door opened when I met you!" "Really?" Johnny all new at this gay-dating game, "You think I'm hot?" "To the touch," Mat smiles, placing his finger on Johnny's nose. "That's different," Johnny says, which placed Mat in wonderment. "What is?" "Deric says most guys go for the crotch!" Johnny laughs it off. Shaking his head, Mat says, "They sure broke the mold when they made you!" "What mold?" It made Mat roll his eyes, saying, "C'mon, let's go find the others." Standing, Mat offered a hand. >From usage, some of the lobby sofas were tough to launch out of, including this one. Catapulting out, Johnny loses his balance, "Oops!" "Hmm, I'll have to do this more often!" Face to face, Mat couldn't help himself, at least give Johnny a little peck on the lips. "Wow," Johnny came away with. All smiles, Mat says, "Like my kisses, huh?" "No," Johnny answers with all honesty, "first time a guy kissed me in public!" Smirking, Mat takes Johnny's hand and leads him away, "C'mon, lets go find the others." For Johnny, the visual and touching, Mat's hand clutching his, it was like, `Wow! Things are happening pretty fast,' didn't know gay love could take hold so quickly! Catching up was only a turnaround and heading towards the back of the lobby, seeing Jef and Zack do the same, along with `Uncle Eric.' Ten feet away, all Mat could do was laugh his ass off, Keb's hands going up in the air, exclaiming, "Hey, where did you go, bae-e-ebe-e-e!" In fact, they all were getting the impression, Johnny would always be Keb's `baby.' Letting go of Johnny's hand, Keb grabs the 18-year old blond up in the folds of his arms. Surrendering, Mat moves over, reconnecting with Jaeson, which he has to say about the whole thing, "I'm so glad we got out of our porn studio contract, Mat," he leans on the `former actor's' shoulder. "Yeah," Mat could joke about it now, "I kind of like my bod the way it is." "I agree," Jaeson replies. Though, stripped in the dungeon-like scene, eyes on Mat and Deric, would've been a cool script, having two gay slaves! Returning to the group, Keb ushers Johnny over, releasing him into Mat's hands, "Lucky man you are, Mat." "Me too," Jaeson adds. That set Mat wondering, "Really?" The reason, back at Man Fan Studios, he got the impression, if Jaeson were put in charge of himself and Deric, he would fit the role, more than on the same side, attached to some restraining device, the others having their way. Fact of the matter, watching Jaeson go at it, it looked like he had fun working the director's hole with a dildo. Perhaps it wouldn't be only himself being a `lucky man!' "Anyone see Alek?" Drew asks. Jef speaks up, "When in doubt, ask Zack!" Real low toned, Zack replies, "Thanks for fingering me." "Fingering you, is it?" Jef gets other thoughts. "Now there's an idea!" It earns him a swat in the rear, "Mind your manners, now." Sarcastic-like, Jef says, "I always respect my elders!" "Are you sure about that?" Aronold appears in between the two. Regarding how Zack had come onto him earlier, "At least you young people know the proper respect to show!" Fumbling over his words, Zack was very bad at ad-libbing it, reducing all the words he meant to say, "Sorry." "No problem," Aronold is a good sport about it, thinking, he found Jef all alone and vulnerable, he wouldn't have two thoughts about zoning in on him! In fact, he was seriously thinking about their road trip, or camping trip, as it has been narrowed down to, "Well, I suppose someone needs to rouse our fearless leader out of bed?" All the while, walking over to the elevators, Aronold had more than sugarplums dancing in his head, thinking what it could do for his loins, stirring two young, naked men out of their sleep! Fake out! There to greet him, the doors open, "Alek!" said like he has seen a ghost. "What's up Arne?" Looking up, then eye level, Aronold says, "You?" his line of vision falls to Alek's crotch. "You've gotta be quicker than that, Arne!" Jeremi laughs along, not thinking, but knowing the facts, regarding Aronold and Alek's history. Congregating in the lobby was the whole gang; Alek, Jeremi, Aronold, Zack, Jef, `Uncle Eric', Drew, Deric, Johnny, Mat, Keb, Jaeson, Slim, Tommy, and Adam. Slim indeed was very happy, meeting Tommy, such a cute, rounded out man. He knew he would get comments, looks, about being with a dude two-widths his own weight and height, but found, for no particular reason, he liked it! Still half-hugging, Slim could feel Tommy's tummy jiggle as he laughed. "Are we ready?" Alek had already felt the heat about getting everyone on the road, only to give in to a little fun beforehand. "Don't forget us, Alek!" Alek's father's best friend, he knew the voice, could probably draw him from memory, if he had a pencil and pad, "And where have you two been?" They all confront Edward and Deric, not hand in hand, but still close enough to be termed, `together,' "Oh, here and there," Edward explains. One thing throwing Johnny for a loop, he wondered how come Deric, whom it seemed didn't like older people, was side by side a guy at least twice his age, "Deric?" "What, Johnny?" Rather than try to explain what he could not conjure up the words for, Johnny says, "Never mind." By this time the lobby were buzzing with new guests just getting into town. The gang, walking from the back to the front, it looked as if others moved to the side, like avoiding a hive of bees. Out on the sidewalk of London West, main man of the group now, the other knowing Aronold the man in charge, says, "I think it's a good idea if we take a taxi to the club." It's revealed, Edward speaking up, "I don't drink, so I wouldn't have a problem driving home?" "Forget it, Edward," Alek says almost nastily, that's how it came across. Edward defies, "Alek!" "Are you kidding, Edward? You're driving is like you've downed a keg of beer!" "I'll have the desk call us taxis," Aronold replies. "It'll cost a small fortune," Edward has a better idea, getting on his cell. "I forgot, Arne," Alek mentions it. "What?" "There's nothing my father wouldn't do for the man who saved his life, twice!" Staring at Edward on his cell, Aronold says, "Wouldn't mind just one rescue!" Watching Edward pocket his cell, Alek says, "Stay rugged or you might be needing it, Arne!" It left question in Arne's mind, `Like, what the fuck does that mean?' Though, deep, deep down, inside, he had a longing to be falling off a cliff, Edward's hand his only lifeline! "The car should be by in about 8 minutes," Edward tells the crowd. "Car?" Drew picks up on the non plural, while taking a headcount. It took less than two minutes. Such was saving someone's life, twice, Edward was able to commandeer Alek's father's personal limo, driver on the way downtown to make a pick up and delivery. "That was fast, Nick," Edward stands at the door while others pile in. Aronold couldn't help himself, breaking into the casual conversation between Nick and Edward, "Woof!" Nick forgot what he was saying, asking Edward, "Who's that?" Rather than a direct answer, Edward says, "I saw him first!" "Hmm," it phased Nick, "mind if I stop on the way and pick up my brother?" "Of course not. I'm sure this bunch would say, `the more the merrier!'" With plenty of room to spare in the white limo, some of the guys couldn't believe Alek's father would summon a vehicle of this monstrous size to take himself from home, down the freeway and into Los Angeles. "One person?" Johnny can't believe it. Knowing his father's personal history, either-or, Alek guessed, by the time his father reached LA, there could have been either a male or female hitcher picked up on the way! Johnny got on their nerves, testing what every button's function was, Alek finally putting the leash on him, "Mat, you want to control him?" Smiling, whether he meant it or not, "I'd love to!" When they exited the loading-unloading spot of London West, Johnny did adhere to Mat's warning, stay in his seat, buckling up, "Like, oh my god!" Knowing his way in and out of the city, Nick had tested each and every one of his passenger's nerves. Some had followed Johnny's lead, belting in. Other's, like Alek, knew how Nick could beat the traffic, "Hold on for a walk on the wild side, bro!" Especially, when Alek's father was `not' along for the ride, would Nick tear up the freeway. Sometimes, knowing Alek's sexual orientation, he would pick him up at the park, joke, `How about we pick up some chicks?' To this, Alek would reply, something to the effect his oil drum had run dry, `Thanks, but maybe next trip!' Nick had also known some out of the way places to have fun, mainly a porn studio downtown, which could be had when they weren't filming. The owner `owed him,' like for life! Before they got too far, the black window rolls down, Nick taking his chances, "Any of you back there interested a front seat view?" Nick had thought on it, after questioning the guy who uttered, `woof, a guy only lives once!' Edward took the liberty of saying, "Uh, Aronold, you're being summoned to the front seat!" `Parked' at the green light, Nick didn't get any angry motorists beeping him off the road. Instead, many would try staring inside the dark windows, hoping to get a glimpse of some famous movie actor, singer or anyone else of Hollywood fame. When Aronold got out of the car, traffic stood at a standstill, some exiting their vehicle to get a glimpse. Then the horns blared! "You rang?" Aronold says, placing his butt in the seat, closing the door. Warm welcome, Nick unbuckles, reaches across the lavish front seat, grabs Aronold by the back of the neck, "Welcome to my world!" After tasting Nick's lips, Aronold says, "Woof!" Pulling through the green light, which had turned red no less than 3 times, Nick says, "Hey, play DJ with my radio, will ya?" Confused a bit, Aronold felt he was being led on, reaching across the seat, between Nick's legs, "Sure!" "No," Nick says, stopping Aronold's hand, "I meant the radio?" Not falling for it, Aronold replies, "I know what you meant, but for now I'll play with the knobs on the radio!" Meanwhile, in the back of the lux limo, Alek was suddenly floored by what he was trying to get the guys to do hours ago, make out a list of itinerary. Elected to jot down stuff, Johnny was chosen, "I don't have anything to write on or with," he complained. "Here's something," Drew finds a beaten up paper wedged under his seat. He reads it, "EDGE theater, `Broadway Bares All', ripped dancers in..." "Do they have any pictures?" Deric rips it out of Drew's hands. "Damn Deric, that was so rude!" Drew ridicules. Riding right over Drew's comment, chin on Deric's shoulder, `Uncle' Eric says, "Anything of interest there, Deric?" Deric says with sarcastic attitude, "All words and no pictures. What good is it?" He tosses it back to Drew. They were all getting a picture of things here, Deric doing what he wanted, with only one person able to get through, Johnny saying, "Um, you owe Drew an apology, Deric." "Whatever," Deric says, throwing a hand to express his trivial concern. Johnny attempts a gag, "That's Deric's way of saying he's sorry." A few of the guys were getting the impression, Deric's leaving home might not have been all about, as he led to believe, people giving him grief over being gay. Once already, over some little issue, Aronold had confided in Alek that, if Deric kept up the irrational way of conducting himself, it would not be a fun road trip. For certain, even though Alek had thought of Aronold as `keeping the kids in line', he wasn't only thinking of Aronold, but the whole group in general, which is why he built on Johnny's apology for Deric, "I'm sure Deric can answer for himself, Johnny." It's the last Johnny saw of Deric, for years, after he had the limo stop, jumping out. The question was put to Johnny to follow. However, he was too attached to Mat right now. "Up to you, Johnny?" Mat squeezes Johnny's hand for moral support, like wielding advice, `don't do it...you're with me now, and not him.' Torn between the two, Johnny had to quickly sum up the situation. A couple of times on their journey out to L.A., they had cozied up to each other. What could have constituted as getting deeply romantic, bonded with Deric, was really an attempt to keep warm. "C'mon, if your coming?" Deric motions with his hand. With the right guy, Mat, the immediate man in his life, Johnny felt something entirely different, than a blanket to keep him warm, "Sorry, Deric, but I'm gonna have to pass." Turning Deric down, Johnny felt he did something wrong. Instead of at least a `fuck you,' he got the door slammed in his face! A happy occasion of going out clubbing, gone wrong, Johnny laments, "Why is Deric being like that? Maybe I should've gone with him." Mat handled it very well, "You still can, but you have me to take care of you now, Johnny?" "I know," Johnny was still glum. Though, based on the way Mat put it, it cleared up matters considerably. Pausing, it had sunk in, Deric being his tour guide across the wilderness, Mat...well Mat was being Mat, kind, considerate, `beautiful', "I know." Since Aronold wasn't there, Alek looked towards the next `senior' member of the group, his fathers friend, whom incidentally seemed to buddy-up with Deric, only to have the plug pulled out of what they had started, "What do you think, Edward?" Rather than dwell on suspicions he thought Alek had, of which some feelings could be mutually shared, Edward says, "You can't change fate. What's going to happen, is going to happen." "Wow, that's deep, baby," Keb says. Johnny, illegally sitting on Mat's lap, looks to his left and pulling a gag, "I thought I was his `baby!'" "We all are," Mat replies, kissing Johnny on the cheek, "baby!" Edward infers something, "Deep, Keb?" Alek pleads, "Uh, don't go there, Edward?" Jaeson, a hand over Keb's shoulder, protected his property, "Yeah, Edward, like keep your thoughts to yourself?" Shrugging one shoulder, flipping Jaeson off, Edward acts out, "Well, I never!" Friends enough to say so, only Alek could get away with, "Get over it, Edwina!" A good sport, Edward shrugged it off. He always thought about himself or any person, if they dared to act girly, they should be able to take the heat. "Over-it and next time don't ask for my advice, if you don't like it!" Jaeson sat back, wedged in between Keb with Edward, thinking, what a pouter! Though, no one notices the smile on Jaeson's face, `either - or', sometimes Edward seeming like he could be `the plugger' or wanting to be the receptacle for `the plug'...wouldn't it be sweet, he smiles, hand responding to the sweet vibrations between his legs! If that wasn't enough, Edward sitting back, his hand slaps on top of Jaeson's thigh, Keb physically removing it, "Wanna watch that, bub?" Feeling like such a loser, but not getting bent out of shape over it, Edward says, "I can't win!" A smile which Edward could not view, Jaeson meant it for only his own attention, thinking it might be fun trying to do some discovery. Lifting his chin up, after a quick glance downward, visibly checking his crotch, lifts up, eyes focusing straight at Alek. Smiling, Alek had no problem swallowing that visual, with what happened between Edward and himself, at the company picnic last summer. Then the limo comes to an abrupt stop, the window between the gang and the driver, dropping down, "All aboard who's going aboard," Nick announces. Alek couldn't keep it to himself, "Smooth driving, even though Arne was upfront with you, Nick!" "I made him keep his hands to himself," Nick replies, with confidence. Only being able to see Aronold's head through the opening, he speaks up for himself, "I'd show you the cuffs, but..." "Yeah right, Arne," Alek says from experience, "you and bondage go together like watching gay porn at a church meeting!" "Depends on the church!" Edward sits there tightlipped, smiling. A jab to the ribs, Jaeson says, "We're all gonna wanna hear about that one, Ed!" Edward thinking Keb couldn't be his friend, after flirting with Jaeson, was wrong, Keb saying, "I suddenly have the feeling we're gonna put our past behind us, Edward." "Me too," Jaeson smiles. Letting it be known, since he was going to be their road trip guide around the Rockies and beyond, "I'm so glad to see you all turning from the `dark side!'" Might be fine and dandy, but `Uncle' Eric was thinking of how much more wonderful it might be, underneath Edward, tonguing whatever berries hung from his vine! With strong suggestion, Eric coaxes, "Uh, I got an empty seat over here, Ed or Edward...which is it?" he pats the leather cushion. Not which he was after Jaeson, nor Keb's ass, Edward gives up his seat to sit next to Eric, cordially saying, "Thanks for the invite. Let's keep it simple. Edward is okay, until we get to know each other?!" When they finally get to stepping out of the van, Jaeson dives back in the limo, "Oh shit! I'm not going in that place!" Not as dramatic, yet on the same page, Mat says, "Uh, me neither," he sits on the door ledge. Come to find out, `Man Fan Studios' not only makes porn movies, but is also a dance club. The man of knowledge, Nick, tells them, "I know..." "Know what, Nick?" was just as perplexed as the rest of the gang. Even though they had no idea Nick the age he was, Alek says, "They audition guys your age, Nick?" "Our age?" Nick throws an arm around Aronold, "Do we look like a couple of old men to you?" "Ancient," Alek acts cool. "So, can you two get over yourselves or are we going to stand out here all night?" It wasn't any glamourous entrance, no line to wait on, the gang going in. Jaeson used Mat as his shield, "I'm not so sure about this." "Me neither," Mat says, then chuckles. "Our lives are on the line and you're laughing your ass off?" "Oh, I wasn't laughing at that," Mat giggled some more. Literally taking Mat's chin in his hand, Jaeson quizzes, "Then what goes?" "I don't know," Mat acted out of embarrassment. "About what?" Seeming like they were going in circles, Mat finally gives in, "Uh, how long ago did you become `hard?'" More freaked out over entering the warehoused structure, as they did hours prior, Jaeson was scared shit, but apparently something was turning him on, "Hard?" he grasps himself. Mat had this all rehearsed, finding guys with long tubes, "Not only, but hey, have you ever tried sucking yourself?" Not minding his own business, some dude next them says, "Dayam, that hose is almost down your leg!" Truth be told, if it wasn't so crowded in front of the entrance, any man could make out the long artery running down Jaeson's thigh. It did occur to both, telling the dude to shut up and mind his own business, but neither friend could disagree, Mat saying, "Maybe you should go for a second audition, bro!" He laughed, but Jaeson wasn't, "Shut up about that. Someone might hear and the next thing you know, the producer will have my bowling balls in traction!" He didn't mind his own business, facts set straight in his mind, the young dude listening to each and every word, "Wouldn't mind having either one of you guys do that to me, if you get what I mean?" a wink followed the bearded fratboys strong suggestion of a hookup. Stupid for Mat to ask, "You know what goes on in there?" he pointed towards the entrance. Smiling, the college-aged dude says, "Of course. That's why I hang out here every chance I get. Someday maybe I'll get noticed and become a porn star...cool, huh?" "Yeah," Jaeson replies with sarcasm, "real cool." Right now Jaeson wondered how he let himself get talked into stripping down, after viewing the `x-frame' he was about to be hung from. Seeing both friends uncool about what he liked, "Don't knock it till you've tried it!" His turn to go in, Mat says to Jaeson, "Man does he wear tight jeans." "I wonder why?" Jaeson saw probably what Mat had seen, the front busting to be set free. "Hey babes, are you with us?" they hear Keb yell out. In their lazy walking Mat and Jaeson realize the gang had been doing double-time, a brisk walk to catch up. "We're here, we're here," Mat had to grab hold of the side of Jaeson's pants, dragging him through the crowd. "Uh, careful there, Mat. We don't want to have any accidents," Jaeson warns. Mat's profound answer, "I'm tugging your waist, not your fly, Jaes!" Entering `Man Fan Studios', there was not anything said a bout a `club', nor `dancing', but it seems advertisement had circled due to word of mouth. After catching up with the others, right inside, Deric wasn't there to alert anyone, Mat saying, "Yup! This here's the place!" Still latched on to Jaeson, Mat feels a terrific tug towards the door from whence they just came, "I'll meet you back at the limo!" However, Mat's grip remained firm, "I don't think it's going to be the same as today, Jaes?" Upon saying it, Keb steps up to the plate, "Tell me something Mat?" "What's up?" Mat faces Keb. "What's your hand doin' down my baby's pants?" "Down?" Mat gulps, loosening his grip. "No. You've got it all wrong. My hand...it wasn't touching anything, I swear it! It was only inside the belt line, this much!" Mat holds thumb and finger a quarter of an inch apart. Suddenly Jaeson had lost all fearfulness, looking at Mat, holding up his left hand, right hand showing where he grabbed his belt, which would put his fingertips not even in the crease of his leg. "Hmm, well from now on, you keep your hands where I can see them!" Strangely, their curious stranger had not embarked on a good time of his own, leaning in to Mat's ear, "He your hot master?" In Mat's opinion, at this moment Keb could have been depicted as such. Thinking fast, Mat did feel a little mischievous, "Oh no, not my master, if that's what you're meaning." Then, looking to where a guy would check anything he didn't wish to take into the `studios', shirt, pants, or other personal item, "See the blond over there?" Johnny had put his glasses on, to check the fine print of the waiver everyone had to sign, the dude with no name saying, "Oh man," it's like he had set eyes on some shirtless model, "I love to be dominated by hot nerds!" Knowing Johnny, Mat had a double-take. Truth is, if he didn't know Johnny, Mat might have had the same impression. Regardless, he paints a picture of, "I wouldn't let Johnny hear you talk like that..." Just then, Nick butts in, "Hey, you've guys got a lot of catchin' up to do?" It was a hint, something Johnny was ready to bestow upon the two, "C'mon Mat and get the program!" Johnny had heard someone else say that to his boyfriend. Unlike, what Johnny had dreaded earlier, it was of no imposition to strip off his shirt and pants, parade around the studio-nightclub in next to nothing, because all the other guys did the same. There were a few exceptions, some dudes preferring to wear shirts or pants. One thing about these guys, they really stuck out against all the bare flesh, something he didn't feel comfortable with. So, outside the club, worrying about `taking it all off,' or most of `it', Johnny dashed those frivolous thoughts away. He did notice the dude Mat was speaking with, "You know this guy?" Just about to, the dude covers Mat, "Hey, I'm Tyler and you look...awesome!" It's then Johnny realizes he forgot to check the specs, taking his glasses off, "Oh I forgot to leave these with my shirt and pants." "No problem, Johnny," Mat's arm is already removing his shirt by one sleeve, "we'll put them with my gear." Tyler had high hopes of more than a handshake with Johnny, but also realized the dude he was talking with, finding out he was `Mat', already had an attachment to Johnny, which made him sum it up, "Easy come, easy go!" Because he was in close perimeters with Keb and Jaeson, Tyler was looked upon by Nick, "Making new friends I see?" Aronold stood a little wide-eyed, Nick manhandling a dude he presumed was but a stranger a second ago! "Tyler," Jaeson does the honors, "this is Nick and Aronold, or as we call him, `Arne'." Not immediately noticing Aronold, Tyler's eyes were all over Nick. And because he had already been touched, with no strings attached, yet, "Mm-mm," he says of the black fur, running down from Nick's shoulders to top of the briefs, "I could sure get used to this in the wintertime!" "I don't think we should wait that long," Nick laughs his ass off. Aronold, he had thought Nick and he had gotten along well in the limo, but anything more than `friends' didn't seem like it was in the cards, "You don't mind sharing, do you `friend?'" Nick was in heaven. Not one, but right now, two hot men were giving him their undivided attention, which prompts Aronold to say, "Sometime, let me tell you about how I sucked two cocks at once?" More brazen than the other, so it seems, Nick says, "I was thinking we could take you on, both ends, Arne?" Testing the waters, Nick well knew what went on at the club. He had the knowledge, because at one time he worked for `Man Fan Studios', as a floater. It was his job to keep his eyes open for `talent.' On his prospectus, a dude didn't necessarily need acting skills, but a willingness to explore, go beyond where he never knew he could go, try new things which would make him hard and keep him coming back for more. "I'm your man. Hell," Tyler well knew how it went, for months trying to make a connection with a `Man Fan' rep, "I'm open to suggestions!" Sexily-charged, "any suggestions?" He hadn't worked for `Man Fan Studios' over a period of years, so had never met up with such a willing victim. However, he knew what vultures the `hired hands' could be. He was a `vulture' himself once and felt it would be such a damn shame for a lad such as this to fall into the wrong hands, "Buy you a drink?" Smiling, Tyler reaches for Nick's manhood, "Oh, you don't need to buy me one!" Following things, Nick interrupts Aronold's silence, "Y'know, I'm starting to really like this slaveboy!" "Oh. That," Aronold reacts mediocre. >From his reaction, Nick gets the impression, "Oh, you're not into it, huh?" "Nah," Aronold replies, knowing about the whips'n'chain stuff, "but you go right ahead, Nick. I'll `float!'" Jaeson's worst fear, he communicates, "Shit, I hope we don't get recognized, Mat!" Fearless, the grip of fear gets a stronghold, Mat in a dither, of whether they should hightail it out of there, "Damn, you're right!" Knowing their earlier audition, Keb boldly stands up for them, "Anyone touches my baby and they better think about how it feels hanging by the balls!" An adamant feeling in a place such as this, Mat and Jaeson got over the jitters, Keb getting hit up by none less than six or seven dudes, all volunteering to get `noosed' by Keb! They had come as a group and slowly divided up into couples, or quads, Aronold dancing off to the beat of his own drum, warned by Nick to `keep out of trouble.' Finding a nice, secluded place, even though there was no place to escape the blaring music, except the mens room or a padded studio, Alek found a corner, "Doesn't look like anyone is interested in standing here?" Towards the end of one of the bars there was `dead space', probably an architectural flaw in filling every inch of space. Unknown by the architect, two boys could very well take up the slack in spacing. "This is cool for me," Jeremi says. Alek had to smile, Jeremi not really getting with the cool way people talked, almost like a forced script in his hand, "I don't mind a little `public,' if you don't?" Dance clubs were for dancing, but not everyone in the gay club was bopping to the beat. Like Alek and Jeremi, they stood still, bod to bod and as the slow atmosphere at the end of the bar went, moved in for sweet kissing. Not more than a few seconds into a kiss, a bellowing voice says, "Hey, you two bored?" Hugging, Alek turns his head. It didn't not phase him, looking upon a tall, bear of a man, much like Nick, hairy from neck to navel and beyond, but the audacity of the interruption, "Does it look like we're bored, asshole?" Turning right around the big man, there stands Aronold, "Maybe they aren't, but I sure am!" As Aronold walks away with the big dude, Jeremi was like, "What was that about?" Alek could more than guess, "Arne. His way of joking. He was trying to set us up." Promised a hot suck-job, it's what the tall guy got, but wanting more, to go off and play in one of the studios, Aronold wasn't up for it tonight...or any other night. So, his attempts to pick up, preferably a hot, young cub, for a cozy night, leading to many more, did not develop. He did go back to Alek and as Alek had suspected, it was a setup, "Good try, Arne!" However, thinking of himself, "Look, this place isn't doing anything for me. Think I'll head on out." Strangely, or not, Alek shares, "Likewise. Mind if we tag along?" The others were having a great time. None show an ounce of fear, not with Keb in the picture. Nick, who knew the ins and outs of the joint, snuck a 50-dollar bill to one of the bartenders, trading it for a key to one of the studios, `for old times sake!' Slim, and his cub, Tommy, slipped in the door behind Nick, "Mind if Master Tommy and me join you?" Outside on the steps leading down from the club/studio exit, Alek hailed a cab, "Taxi?" They all hear a bellowing voice from behind, "Hey, mind if I join you all?" It was Edward, whom Alek turns to greet, "I thought you were making a connection with that guy?" Standing in front of Alek, shirt about ready to cover up the hairy pecs, Edward says, "Now you know, Alek, it's not really my scene?" For Aronold and Jeremi, they wondered. Aronold braved himself to run the back of his hand up and down Edward's embedded trail, "Uh yeah, would be a damn shame to mess up this rug!" Rolling his eyes, Alek knew where this was headed, "Any idea of where we're off to, Arne?" "Not my neighborhood, but...I thought you were getting us a cab, Alek?" Still an arm up in the air, Alek discovers, most likely because he wasn't giving full attention, the cab he hailed had driven off, "We'll blame this one on you, Edward!" Thinking Alek one of the cutest boys on the planet, Edward allows the ridicule to roll of the cuff, "I don't mind taking the rap, long as Aronold's doing the discipline!" Thinking of what was going on at the bdsm studios, by night gay dance club, Aronold was not enthused, "In case you're wondering, what goes on in there, is not my cup of tea?" Whether it slipped his mind, or psychologically alluring, Edward had not planed the shirt down his pecs and hairy washboard, slaps the full force of his bod up against Aronold, accenting his reply, "Tea, you and me...what a lovely concoction!" Not budging an inch, Aronold says, "Corny, bro." A tea-toter himself, preferring it over coffee, Edward sobers up, "I know, wasn't I? Weren't I? Whatever the proper English of putting it, corny? I agree," he could care less, the fur between them heating up. "Fuck the English," Aronold put it mildly. "You don't like British guys?" He knew Edward was playing with him, Aronold saying, "Why? You from the UK?" Edward didn't need to answer the question, Alek about to call them over, interrupted by Mat and Jaeson, `running for their lives,' "No, don't leave us, Alek! Don't leave us!" Taking all three steps in one clip, Jaeson was a smidgeon ahead of Mat, explaining out of breath, "They're onto us!" Apparently, what had happened, Nick used his trump card to get them into a studio, unused for the moment. However, when one of the `floaters' decided to try out a couple of boys he picked out of the crowd of clubbers, in walked not only the trio, followed by the producer and as Jaeson relays, "We were scared shit they'd come after us, Alek!" Right after, Slim appears, "Would have been sweet!" Many themes happening here, Alek wanted an account of all parties in question, seeing Johnny behind Keb, Keb warding off two club bouncers as if they were vampires. Johnny had to admit, Keb being a sweet man, but when he wanted to be, Keb could be a guy's worst nightmare, "You tell'em Keb!" One foot in the door, Alek says, "I think we're going to need a bigger cab!" They were interrupted by the driver, a cute Indian dude, "You want a bigger? I get my cousin." Alek wasn't paying attention to what was happening inside the cab, Jeremi now making the decisions, "Would be good if you did?" Sitting there in the back seat, Jeremi had some of his own thoughts on the matter, wondering if the cousin were as cute as the driver! Jeremi learns Alek's ears were fine-tuned, even though it seemed like he was off on a different agenda, ducking his head inside the vehicle, "Cancel the cousin. Nick's here!" Streaming out of the club, Nick and and the new guy he picked up, Tyler, buzzed right by the bouncers. He could have sworn Nick's shoulder to back action was meant to cast the big bully's bod down a step or two, on purpose. He couldn't hear, watched Keb turn his head, say something to Johnny, but did catch the two laughing, summing up his feelings, "I wonder what that was about?" Having gotten close to the action, returning, Aronold says, "Edward says Keb is taking the credit for Nick knocking the bear on his balls!" So, in a matter of quite a few minutes, they were all back where they started the evening out, in the back of the limo, Nick at the wheel. One difference, the object of Nick's current affection, Tyler, took Aronold's place in the passenger seat. Not disconcerted over it, Aronold was happy to be sharing his seat with Edward, presently talking up a storm over reconnecting with the Wyoming wilderness, next thing on his plate. Slim sat there with Tommy, being very playful. Even though both had put their shirts back on, Slim's hands were busy playing with Tommy's nips, tweaking him, goading him on, "That feel good or what?" Eyes closed, Tommy's crotch told him so, "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'll tell you when to stop." Still unattached, `Uncle' Eric complains, staring intently at Slim's ministrations, "Some guys have all the luck!" Aronold, feeling sympathetic, all wrapped up in Edward's arms, says, "Yeah, ain't it da truth!" Eric's finger told Aronold, `Fuck you!' About ready to head off, they hear a key tapping on the window. Unrolling his, Alek says, "Get ready Nick, if it's the bad dudes." It wasn't. Instead, if was Eric's nephew, Jef and Zack. Zack dictates, "Let us in and let's get the hell outta here!" Alek was quick in telling them to get their crotches out of the way of the door, finding out Zack had gut-punched one of the bouncers, when he tried manhandling Jef! Question to Zack, Alek asks, "How did they know you were with us?" "They didn't," Zack replies, eyes on Jef, "until Jef had to make mention!" In his own defense, Jef says, "I just couldn't bear it to stand there and hear those two talk dirty about you, Alek." Entwined in pairs, except Jef's uncle, they all listened intently to the matter, Zack giggling it off, one hand rounding his fist, "Felt kind of good putting that gorilla in his place!" Eric, tickled they were going to `Man Fan Studios' and club in the first place says to Zack, "You can use exercise that fist with me anytime!" Knowing his uncle could get into it big time, Jef says in a blaming attitude, "You and your kinky stuff, Uncle Eric. Really?" Jef wasn't really into the fetish stuff, a true romantic, but would humor his uncle whenever the occasion arose, "You know me, nephew!" "I'm sure there's more to this?" Zack quizzed Jef. For now, Zack was taking this all in, thinking it might be nice to have someone who was all `serious', but another guy on the side to bring out the kink in his life! In Alek's book, of the `Top 10 Beautiful Men of the World', Aronold would at least peak at 9. He was saving the 10-spot for `Jeremi!' Though, at this moment, Nick could very well tie Aronold for the 9-spot. Then, as Alek sat back, taking a breather, he tried filling in the 8-7-6-5-4-3-2 and 1 spots. Admitting to himself only, `Oh yeah, Drew, definitely you could arm-wrestle Arne and Nick out of the 9-spot!' Finally relaxing for the night, in the back of the limo, Jeremi's head falling to his midchest, Alek had woken him once. Surrendering, or rather allowing Jeremi conk out, Alek just hugged him, thinking what a beautiful beginning for a brand new world ahead of him. % 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.