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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 14 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ % Arriving at some precise moment, a lull in Ashton showing the guys `how it's done', hears in the distance, "Well I'm not Fred Flintstone, but I can make your bed rock!" Then, what was once quietness, erupts in loud, good-humored teasing, which gave Alek a way to resume his role with the others, "Did I miss something?" "Oh good, you're back," he hears Tom's voice over his shoulder. Turning around, Alek says, "Oh? In what way would `good' be, Tom?" Instead of his original thoughts, Alek's definition, Tom gives his overall opinion, "Oh man are you are you not beautiful? Puts me to shame!" One eyebrow raised, Alek glances down past Tom's navel, "Uh, I hardly doubt that!" "You're not so bad yourself in that department, Alek!" Drew comes by, passing along a memo, "If you dudes are done comparing notes, I have a message from Alex?" "For me?" Alek's eyes lit up, like maybe Alex was going to make him the head model, first down the runway. Walking Alek over to where Alex conferred with some of the other raw models, Drew says softly, "Just so you're prepared, Alex really hates the briefs you're wearing." Stopping, looking down, Alek pulls at the elastic, looking into his own trimmed crotch pocket, "Am I that inadequate?" "Not in the least!" Drew smiles, waiting. "I agree," Tom bends around Alek's arm for a peek! Allowing the band to snap back, Alek says, "Really, Tom?" It was pretty much a farce, getting guys who never displayed more than themselves in a mirror for a selfy. After 45 minutes of Ashton's guidance, they were as ready as they were ever going to be. Alex then stands on the runway, announcing, "Sorry to say, even though you guys look totally off the hook in my briefs, I'm going to need to collect them back until tomorrow night?" Edward, a spectator, along with Aronold, softly says, "Mm-mm, wouldn't I love to get into Alex's briefs!" Aronold snickers, "Like, what does Alex got, that I haven't?" Nick, standing with them, puts in his 2-cents, "I dunno, but Tyler, he's sure got'em packed!" Surely Nick had noticed, Edward saying, "If he keeps playing with himself like that, Alex is going to have to make a run to the laundry mart!" "You're right!" Nick says, working himself behind the crowd in his quest to zero in on what could be, a new boyfriend. Standing there, gazing, "You think it's love at first sight?" Edward chats up Aronold. "Nah, I think it's more, if Tyler wets his pants, Nick is going to miss out on some hot action!" Thinking of more than Nick and Tyler, Edward says, "And what are you up to tonight?" Smiling, like he had it in the bag, Aronold says, "Depends on what you are up for, Edward!" When Alex announces more good news, he's picking up the tab at the `Wings and Beer' joint down the street, there's a mad rush for the fitting room, guys stepping out of their briefs before getting there. Those not in a rush hang behind. They are all whacked out of their gourds when Johnny peels his briefs down, steps out of his skimps, "Here Alex. I might as well avoid the rush on the return trip. Thanks for buying me a drink in advance. I don't drink, but I'll make up for it with the wings." Alex lingered as long as possible to collect the lycra item of eye-torture, with more to feast on, "No problem, Johnny. No problem whatsoever." About an hour ago, Johnny was quite upset, but didn't say anything when Mat made some rude remarks. But when Mat comes over, a bathrobe in hand, saying, "What's the matter with you, Johnny? Don't you have any dignity or conscience?" While walking the runway, every time Johnny spied Mat in the crowd, he wondered the same thing. One thing he learnt from Deric, was about standing up for yourself, instead of having people and their ideas mow you down. The very idea kicks in, shunning Mat's advice, whipping the robe over his shoulders off, "Of course I have dignity, but what about you Mat?" "What do you mean?" Mat acts innocent. "You practicing on your playboy skills with Pete and Jack?" Mat couldn't hide from this accusation, knowing his hands worked both teens' shoulders, with intentions of fanning a hand over Pete's soft chest fur, while working the other down the curve of Jack's ass, "I don't have to answer that!" Aronold couldn't help himself, "You're right. You don't, but we all know you're as guilty as hell, Mat!" He laughs, but Mat didn't think it was funny, saying a brash, "Fine!" Johnny's heart would have sunk, but a half hour ago life flashed in front of him and he would be damned if he was going to go through life not knowing if Mat was for him or against him. Too, he didn't care for the way Mat was ready to keep his bod all wrapped up like a mummy, when putting his own on display for others. "Fine," Johnny mocks him, "see you around, then." If anything, the other guys had a picture of Johnny as a super-sensitive guy, quiet, mellow and for whatever reason if things didn't work out in life, a vision Johnny would cave in. Edward says to Aronold, "That boy's got guts!" "By the looks of that crotch, he's got more than that, Edward!" Smiling, Edward says, "Hm, I wish you had licked your lips that way when you saw my naked crotch?!" "Well," Aronold takes it in stride, "I've only seen your tube curve up to the top of your briefs, but it bet it's one helluva popsicle when it's unveiled for my pleasure!" Smiling, a toothy grin, Edward replies, "Looks like the fitting room has emptied out. I might need a mate to help get me out of these briefs?" Entering, Nick and Tyler were on their way out, Nick saying, "See you old bags later!" Aronold could justify, Edward being 44-years old, "Of course he was talking about you and not me!" Edward confides, "Age is just a number, but size...are you really ready for this?" the forty-something pats his cock-pouch. Continued, the rubbing, both liked the idea immensely, Aronold saying, "Hmm, should I get a ruler?" "What for? You don't know the length of your own throat?" % That night, the gang didn't get too wasted on Alek's last words, `tomorrow everyone would need to get their act together,' "Like, you think the college is going to change the opening date just for us?" With three beers reworking his mind, Slim says, with a few belches between words, "Would've been nice, but..." Excusing himself, which left a void between thoughts, Alek picks up on it, "Are you saying you're not going with us, Slim?" Already very fond of Alek, Slim was afraid to say, so skirts around the subject, "Well, uh, I've been talkin' to Nick and..." And...Alek's head targets Nick's face like a do-gooder-done-wrong, "Nick, what have you been putting into Slim's head?" Having put away 3 beers, even the brawniest of drinkers can have a mental breakdown, Nick saying, "Yeah, I was speaking to Slim just this afternoon and, about the limo business, there's always an opening?" Said like he was asking permission, Alek uses the premise of his father and he not seeing eye to eye, "After all your complaining, you're going to fold in to him are you?" Not as strong as being sober, Nick caves, "Well, the package is awfully good?" Aronold saw an opportunity, takes it, "And Nick, he does have a hefty package!" He laughed. The others laughed. But Alek, he was not laughing, "Aronold, you want to add something beneficial to this and if not, shut the fuck up?" It made the others suddenly see the serious side of Alek's point of view, Drew saying, "Besides," he smiles, "who else is going to help with the driving?" He fell on Alek's good side, "Drew's right. Two expert drivers like you and Slim..." "Uh," Drew raises his hand partially, "don't forget me?" "No offense, Drew," Alek strives to make a point, "but you drove from the front of The Hacienda to the back lot?" At this time, Drew definitely did not want to go up against Alek, regardless of how trivial, "I withdraw the question." He was so drop-dead gorgeous, Alek would let Drew off the hook, continues, "So, are you with us or against us?" Persistence, it worked for Alek, at least making Slim squirm, "You know, I think I'm up for a nice drive through the country?" Nick brings up a very good argument, "Sounds nice, but I'm probably not like the rest of you, having bills to pay?" Aronold handled this one, "You're not alone in the universe, Nick. Alek covers us for our living expenses and then gives us all the time in the world for payback!" Jaeson, not a newcomer to the gang, started getting with the cracking, "I imagine for you, Aronold, one of the senior members of the group, payback would be much, much sooner?" "Mind your own business, Jaes," Aronold smiles, scratching the side of his nose with the middle finger! Keb, who could put the fear in a guy even if he didn't mean it, rises to defend his boyfriend, "You wanna take that outback, Arne?" Doing a pushup from the table, Aronold, toothy grin and all, replies, "I'd love to!" However, Jaeson didn't want either to trouble themselves, tugging Keb's arm, "Never mind." Keb sits. Aronold moans in discontentment, "You shouldn't make offers and back out, Keb!" He knew Arnonold responded in such a way, missing out on sucking up to him, but the words `back out' left him with a want of his own! With money on the man's mind, Nick instantly changes it up, "Of course, it would be much more of a pleasure being around the likes of you guys and no disrespect, Alek, but I'd much rather be driving across the country, than all over LA." "First," Alek shows signs of relief, "you can disrespect my father as much as you want for all I care. Secondly," it has come to mind, not only Nick and his driving skills, but seeing a few times already without a stitch of clothing on, the frame of his bod trapping in all that lush hair, "I'd really miss you," it drew a smile out of Alek. Slim knew the new `gig', driving Alek's father all over LA and beyond, plus Nick's talk of the fringe benefits beyond the duties of a limo driver, was off, but like a leaf in the wind, he didn't mind being a free spirit, "I guess I'm back in!" Johnny hadn't said anything since they entered the bar and grill, except the word, `water,' when asked what he wanted. With the latest news history, Alek tackles the silent lad, kicking Keb under the table and then nodding towards Johnny. Sitting right next to him, Keb puts an arm around his dear friend, "Hey, what's up, baby?" "Not much," Johnny says sadly, with listlessness, almost like he was invisible. Alek rolls his eyes, which catches Keb's glance, Keb asking innocently, "What's up with the sad face?" Johnny's head down, like he was looking at his crotch, gave Alek the chance to nod again. Second chance, Keb says, "Y'know, that Mat wasn't any good for you, baby?" "He was in the beginning," Johnny replies, still downcast. "Right. We all thought he was," Keb looks to gain approval. Rotating hand in a circle, Alek beckons Keb to continue. Instead, Jaeson, who knew Mat before the others met him, says, "He fooled me. I really thought he cared for Deric and I when we battled with the studio director..." Before he could continue, they hear, "Anyone miss me?" Back at the runway practice, Aronold had pockets full of cell phones, saying, "Oops!" Apparently, during rehearsal, Johnny's cell vibrated, which at the time Aronold thought it was his cock reacting to the gang showing off Alex's skimpy designs. Later on he realized it was a real live call. Dialing back a number, which had been a pay phone at a deli, Deric picked up and asked if it was okay if he rejoined the group. "Something we should know, Arne?" Alek shows insight at the least expected time. Monday morning quarterback, Aronold replies, "Uh, Deric called before and asked if he could come back. I said yes." "Must be why he's here, hugging Johnny, huh, Arne?" Whereas Mat disappointed Johnny terribly, Deric appeared to help pick up the pieces. Alek didn't say either way, whether Deric was welcomed or banished. How could he react negatively if he wanted, Johnny clutching onto his hitch-hiking friend, like they hadn't seen each other in years. Bending over the table, Aronold holds out his arm, cell in his hand, "Uh, there's a message on your phone from Deric, Johnny!" After the fact, Johnny didn't care, so happy to see his mentor and friend, addressing Aronold as a medal of valor was attached to his chest, "Thanks so much for telling Deric he can come back, Arne!" He didn't want to make it sound like everything had to go through him, though Alek does drop a subtle hint, "Yeah, thanks, Arne!" With this bunch, sex was on his mind a lot of the time, Aronold saying, "I'm sure I can find a way for you to pay me back, Alek!" Edward, he talked up a storm this afternoon, signing books, having the occasional dude hitting on him, having to explain why he could not meet them for drinks later, or a formal dinner, so was quiet and relaxed. Though, when he hears Aronold's proposition, "Are you cheating on me already, mate?" "Oh," Aronold replies, skeptical that they had anything going, other than some occasional sex, "of course I'm not, Edward, dear!" While the two discussed matters of which they both show question about friends vs. boyfriends vs. lovers, the others seek out Deric's story and of what lured him back. They find Deric a seat, "I didn't get very far before I turned around." Johnny, both arms caressing a bicep, says with affection, "I'm so glad you did, Deric." Nudging Aronold, Edward whispers in his ear, "I sense you're glad to see him too, huh?" his hand slides down Aronold's thigh! Didn't matter they were christened with `old man' status. Edward and Aronold still had the same juices flowing, could get it up and erupt with the same lava flow! "Oh? What makes you think that?" "I dunno," Edward replies, having touched the side of Aronold's growing snake with the back of his hand. Realizing, probably his younger days, days with younger guys, over and done with, Aronold surrenders, "Then again, what would Deric have that you don't, Ed?" "Edward," he corrected, after already telling Aronold he preferred the long version, loathing the simple `Ed.' After last night, "Do I have to remind you, Aronold?" Putting an index finger to his cheek, Aronold says, "I think I vaguely remember something!" "Hmm, guess I didn't drill hard enough?" "Oh you were fine," Aronold thinks of his own ankles as he lay in bed, Edward leaning against the back of his thighs with each shove, which impacted with quite a wallop! "I was fine?" Edward asks. Thinking about it, he wondered how much more of his hard shaft he could bury, feeling his balls flop up against Aronold's ass! While Aronold and Edward disputed the facts over last night, Deric told of his short adventure. Concluding his story of eating at a low budget luncheonette, he has recalled a scene at one of the table, friends chatting. One of them getting angry, leaves the table. "He got to the door and turned back. Y'see, they had been buds since high school and Jake, I think that was his name, didn't see fit to walk out after all those years behind them. Then it got me to thinking about you." "Me?" Johnny asks. "What about me?" he felt important already. "You were the only true friend I had for many months. How could I give up on you?" "Really?" Johnny thought Deric meant being more than friends. Then the record is set straight, Deric saying, "I just figured out, suppose I don't see you for ten or more years. I might forget what you look like or what we mean to each other?" "Same here," Johnny shared the same info, smiling. Though, out in the road, even though they kept each other warm at night, spooning it up, it was discovered all the pieces didn't fit together. Like, one night, Johnny's crotch was to Deric's ass and even though he got a reaction, lost his load to the insides of his briefs. No, Johnny put love making with Deric behind him, settling for friendship instead of boyfriends or more. % The day had slipped into night and with it came the uncontrollable will for partying. Partial excitement, over this night, as opposed to last night's rallying, different members of Alek's gang mulling over who was hot and who was not, they had themselves to compare with each other. It came to a vote, Johnny winning out as the most stunning model on Braddock's runway. Though, some claimed Alex Nouguet's eyes were glued to Drew! Deric, returning to the gang didn't feel a part, so followed behind, until Aronold and Edward caught his attention. Each going their own ways, unlike the night before, Alek planned a more private evening with Tom. That is, until Alek's cell-tone was set off. Glancing at it with haste, wanting to get his evening with Tom going, he suddenly changes his mind to silence it, "Sorry, I've gotta take this." Out on the hot sidewalk, Tom didn't mind, eyeing up shirtless dudes walking by or in their cars, top down! It was Alek's cousin, Wyatt Rumbell, maternal side of the family. Even though Wyatt was about ten years older, he could very well fit into Alek's social circle. A year earlier, Wyatt had brilliant plans to start up a modeling agency. However, without experience, neither in college, nor the great diversity of life, what was started up, dive-bombed. Wyatt thought it would be a cinch, a good looking dude himself, to get hot looking gay men to sign on. He found out it took more than a rumble in the sack. Prodigal son of the family, Wyatt turned to Alek. However, as Alek explained, he would not see any of the old man's bankroll until he turned 18. Then, as luck would have it for Wyatt, he decided, with his incredibly good looks, not a reason in the world why he could not strike out on his own, gaining fame and fortune as a porn star. It's the very reason Alek had an outburst of negative emotion, "You did what, Wyatt?" It grabbed Tom's attention back, "Uh-oh, that doesn't sound good." His ear almost at Alek's ear, he listens in. He couldn't hear much and even though the conversation was very basic, Tom not making heads nor tails of the gist of the conversation. Not until Alek clicked off and dropped his phone to the side, Tom asks, "So, what's up with this Wyatt?" "Wyatt. He's my cousin and if I didn't owe him nearly my life, I wouldn't have anything to do with him!" Alek explains. Even though Wyatt called one semester at college no experience at all, he enjoyed the freedom of being away from a formal household and upbringing. With Alek, he and Wyatt were always close, living down the road from each other. Wyatt is the first person Alek share his `park escapes' with. Wyatt had some of his own stories to share, being at college for one fall semester. Not exactly a hero at deeds, Alek still credits Wyatt with being an ear, an `ask' and `answer' outlet for questions dealing with being gay. Alek even got a chance to plane both hands over Wyatt's furry, reddish-brown chest and stomach. He also credits Wyatt learning how to jerk a man off. He smiles every time, both lying next to each other in bed, an arm crossing each, the opposite hip, hand clutching the object of their desires. The `smiley' part came when Wyatt swats Alek's hand from his own cock, takes both their cocks, in two hands, and shows replicates how to go about stroking harder...and harder...and harder, until both of them were groaning in ecstasy. Now was not the time to tell all, him saying to Tom, the familiar put-off, "It's complicated." Tom didn't let Alek entirely off the hook, "You'll have to explain it to me sometime." Though, when Alek mentioned the masturbation sessions, Tom felt like he was almost there, feeling itchy between the thighs. "So," Alek acted a little pissed, "unfortunately, we wouldn't be spending much time together for dinner, and who knows how much time after that." To see if it would float, Tom says, "Do you think your cousin could give me some hints about how to get you off?" "Are you suggesting a three-way, Tom?" Playing dumb, Tom says, "Oh, is that what they call it?" Off topic, Alek didn't readily answer, "Man, you seemed so innocent back at Braddock's!" Laughing it off, Tom says, "Innocent, until proven guilty!" Alek wasn't sure, but not about to allow Tom slip out of his life, "I dunno. Let's just worry about meeting up with Wyatt. We need to be in front of the hotel, so we better hustle." They did, Alek grabbing Tom's hand, setting him straight in the direction. The pair thought they were waiting around for Wyatt, when they get tapped on the shoulders, "Hey, Alek ol' buddy!" Turning around, Wyatt did not match people on the crowded street. Temps were hot, Alek remarking, "Uh, you planning a trip to Alaska, Wyatt?" "I'm incognito." Tom was sorry of that, wanting to see more of Wyatt than the trench coat, shades and gentleman's hat. "So it seems, Wyatt." More than keeping his identity secret, right now Wyatt has a greater need, "Who's this hottie?" "You think I'm hot?" Tom asks, smiling. Alek, interested in keeping Tom as a would-be boyfriend, tells Tom, "Wyatt's like that. You'll get to know him." Hands on hips, Wyatt accuses, "Alek, you make it sound like I'm trying to pick him up!" When he said it, a gust of wind came up, blowing Wyatt's hat off. He went off fetching it! "He's kind of weird, but I like him," Tom remarks. Alek says, "Yeah. Me too!" He knew it was totally wrong, but every time Alek thought of Wyatt, the thing which stood out most was rubbing hands through the lush chest fur, down the tummy swath and into the pubes area. First time he did it, Wyatt coaxed him, `keep going... keep going... keep going...' until his hand touched meat. Alek wasn't sure he wanted to nuzzle his nose in Wyatt's dark ginger pubes, but Wyatt gave him a reason not to, unbuckling his belt and going down on Alek's cock! Hat crumbled in his hand, Wyatt rushes his words, "We better get inside!" They did, Wyatt leading them to the elevators. Alek walks beyond, whistling, "Over here, Wyatt!" Tom stood outside the lift, waiting. Not a stranger to this side of the lobby, Wyatt doing a trick or two here, sums up, "Living in style, I see?" "If what you're driving at, Wyatt," Alek allows his 29-year old cousin to enter, along with Tom, "the answer is no and yes... no, I'm not eighteen yet, but `yes', my father has decided to free up the money flow ahead of my birthday." "Apparently," Wyatt realizes as they softly ascend. Doors opening, Wyatt sighs at the grandiose environment, "Ah, there's no place like home!" Not which he hasn't been here before, turns to the two, "So," he rubs hands together, "what are our plans for tonight?" "First off, Wyatt, I would like to know all your little secrets?" Knowing the suite layout, Wyatt says, "Sure. How about in the hot tub?" Disappearing, Tom asks, "How did he know..." "Another part of the mystery of Wyatt Rumbell!" Taking Tom under the arch of his arm, Alek leads them both towards the door Wyatt took. An early bloomer, in the `hair' department, Alek has grown up, seeing Wyatt's chest and stomach blossom into a beautiful garden of reddish-brown hair. Mentioning it, to Wyatt when they were together, winding several strands around a finger, Alek blindly had asked his cousin if he thought they would match in color. Hardly, as it turns out, Alek's pre-adult chest and stomach fuzz more a flat brown, without any red whatsoever. Having thought about it again, he says to Tom, "Wait till you see this!" "What am I looking for?" Tom asks, right before entering the hot tub room. Arriving, they look at each other, after seeing Wyatt, butt-naked and bending over. "Watch this," Alek whispers to Tom. Walking over, Alek unzips. He meant to be quiet as a church mouse, but his zipper worked against him. Standing, turning around, Wyatt faces them, "Don't think I didn't hear you coming!" However, Tom could care less that Alek was going to dick-tease Wyatt's asscrack, looking upon a full frontal assault, "Oh man Alek!" "What'd I say?" Alek asks. In the dark, Wyatt says, "What'd you say about me?" Unashamed, which he should be, around two men, Wyatt lets it all hang out. "Alek was telling me how beautiful you look, Wyatt and damn, he was so right!" Switching his gaze from Tom, Wyatt looks at Alek with friendly disdain, "Talking about me behind my back, cuzz?" Even though Wyatt was older, like an older person should be treated with respect, Alek totally disregards it, smacking Wyatt on the ass, "There's a lot you don't know of which I'd like to do behind your back!" "Don't entice me!" Wyatt replies. Speaking with his cousin, both missed out on Tom stripping down. Though, with only his briefs to go, Alek says of it, "Get ready for some more beauty to grace our surroundings!" It could very well be seen, Wyatt taking notice, "Oh, baby, why do you even bother trimming?" Alek knew, sometimes Wyatt could say the darnedest things, but he had Alek's vote about a man shaving or trimming chest, stomach and some other places of interest, "Yeah, what a shame, huh Wy?" Watching Alek strip his shirt off overhead, Tom could see clearly what the two gawked about, which made him say, "I never liked the mess of having... um, all that hairy mess?" Standing right before Tom, Wyatt says, "I love cleaning up messes!" Alek stopped in the middle of pushing his briefs down, watching his cousin bend over and take a lick right up Tom's stomach, over his bellyhole and up, right between the pecs, "Mm-mm, you sure taste good, Tom!" Tom didn't know what to say, but thought he should've stopped Wyatt. Then again, why stop a dude when he's performing something sensually awesome with his tongue, "If that's case, why did you stop?" "Woof!" "Woof?" Tom questions. "Like, what's that about?" Alek takes the question, "It's like, a taste of honey is worse than none at all!" It only made Wyatt thirsty for more, sticking a finger in the elastic of Tom's brief, "Don't be shy now, we're all men here!" Strangely, the same thing happened nearly a week ago, when Tom was auditioning for a video photo shoot. Other models didn't mind having the director put his hands on them, but when it came his time to unveil his 7c, he slapped the director. It cost him the job, but Tom has felt pride more important than having to do something more than audition. However, he didn't mind the handsome way Wyatt looked, all that dark, ginger fur and the cute, cunning way Alek's cousin was going about to get what he wanted, "All men, really? Then why don't you get animal on me?" Turning to Alek, Wyatt asks, "Is he for real?" "Sounds it to me," Alek replies. A few years ago, Alek knew Wyatt wanted to go animalistic on him, but held back because of age, "I'm up for grabs too, y'know?" In a couple of weeks Alek would be 18, but didn't think it a big issue, until Wyatt realizes something, directing at Tom, "You `are' 18, arent' you?" "You're joking, of course?" Tom returns. Instead of talk, Wyatt wanted to get on with it, "Of course!" "I'm 20." While Wyatt rapped on about Tom not looking older than Alek, Alek grabbed hold of the moment and stepped between the two, sinking into the rather luxurious hot tub, leading Tom into the deep. "Hey..." Wyatt's voice trails off, rushing after, hurriedness causing a rush of small waves, "I thought you were willing to share, Alek?!" They had their `hot tub', not much happening there, because it was just so very soothing. Alek and Tom did learn all about Wyatt and the reason he needed to `disappear'. Apparently, he had signed a contract with `Man Fan Studios', but when Wyatt found out just what kind of `acting' he would be doing, "Damn, I'm not gonna tell you about the last guy who tried to clamp down on my nips!" Feeling a bit of mischief, Alek leans over and through the water, torpedoes Wyatt, "Like this?" "Owch, Alek! You know how sensitive my nips are!" he whines. "Oh?" Tom, discovering how friendly the cousins are towards each other, "And how would Alek know?" Not withholding a tidbit of info, Alek says, "Wyatt is into some of that S&M shit." He wanted it, Tom making it into a joke, "I've always wanted my own suck-slave!" While Tom was laughing his ass off, Alek says, "Looks like you've found your match, cuzz!" "Really?" Wyatt was all bright smiles and energetic, "You can do anything to me!" Sarcastically, Alek says, "Is that what you told the Man-Fan director?" "Um, no," Wyatt replies, "but there isn't much I didn't check off on the checklist they had me fill out!" Thinking he's seen the writing on the wall, Alek stands, water rushing down, making his fur look slick, "I guess I know where I stand, no pun intended." Ready to leave, Tom says, "No, Alek. Stay. I can share!" "Dammit, you better!" Wyatt laughs heartily. Without anyone but these two, tonight, Alek didn't feel like going bear hunting anywhere else, "Maybe," he sat. Still, the conversation wove around Tom and Wyatt. Among other subjects, Wyatt says, "Man, would be cool to be double-fucked?!" "How did we know that was coming?" Alek smirks. He was surprised, Tom saying, "I think we should keep it oral." They knew Wyatt was sulking, the energy drained from his face, but relinquishing, "Well, at least I get to suck 2 cocks!" "And a toe?" Tom laughs, sending a message at the same time. "Mm-mm," Wyatt's smile lights up brightly, "I hope you've got little baby toes!" Alek just rolls his eyes, thinking he could really care less about a dude licking between each toe, not to mention it was a really disgusting thing, which could illicit instant gag reflex, "Uh, really, Wyatt?" Tom had mixed reaction, though if Alek didn't like it, maybe he should not either, "Yeah, like, if a dude did that and then tried to kiss me; he had better have used a jug of mouth wash before he tried!" "You got that right," Alek hi-5ed Tom, happy he chose his way. Sassy-like, Wyatt replies, "You guys are no fun!" Though, for Wyatt, it didn't put a dent in his action. There were always other places to tongue: ass, balls, cock, around the base of a cock, up the side, "Y'know, I'm thinkin'...all this talk has kind of made me aroused?" Alek knew how this was going to go, "In other words, Wy wants to know if either of us are interested in feeling his tongue all over us!" Since they were in the hot tub and Tom feeling kind of frisky, "Wet or dry?" Wyatt had to admit, "Well, I can't hold my breath too long underwater!" Rather than prolong things, Alek stands, water rushing down him, which gave hint, "You dudes are so stoopid. Don't you landlubbers know, it feels more sensual with a wet tongue on dry land?" Eyes lit up like headlights in the dead of night, Wyatt exclaims, "Okay...why don't we get with the towels!" Tom had mixed reaction, watching Alek exit up the three stair steps, Wyatt energetically doing a pushup off the side, hiking his ass up, turning right around, slapping wet melons on the apron. Getting to it, it was like a menu selection, with more ala cartes than could be counted, smooth ass against Wyatt's hairy melons and his tongue being finicky, not sure if he wanted to lick or be licked. For certain though, when it came to a stiff shaft, he would want to go with Wyatt! % Meanwhile, the others made their way to the clubs. They knew they would have to become instant models tomorrow afternoon, so made a voluntary curfew of 2am. All was quiet on the hotel front when they hobbled in at 3. By this time, Tom, Wyatt and Alek had explored not only ideas, but each others bods. Alek did try not to think about anything other than Tom licking his balls, but then Wyatt had to put his mouth on Tom's baby toes, "Wy, must you?" Seeing a set of cock and balls free, Wyatt cut Alek some slack, "No, I don't have to!" he threw in a little protest, repositioning himself so his own balls were almost in Alek's face. "What's this about, Wy!" Alek was not into cock and ball torture, so did not on purpose slap Wyatt's balls out of the way! "Mm-mm, Alek. Yeah, baby...get rough on me!" Out of curiosity, since he had never toyed with another guy's balls, Tom jokes, "Meaning, like this?" It made Tom sit up, when Wyatt cries out, like someone had just gut punched him and not pounded a fist on his orbs, "Oh shit!" Rolling over on his back, both Wyatt's hands clutch his nuts. Placing a hand on Tom's shoulder, Alek smiles, saying, "If you think you've hurt him, don't even go there." "I was joking," Tom laments. "It was only a little..." Alek knew, but also of his cousin's fake out, "Wanna cut the act, Wy, you're scaring Tom here!" Then, it was Wyatt apologizing to Tom, look on his face changing from a horrendous contortionist, to a smile, "Oh. Sorry `bout that. Didn't mean to cause you any grief." "Cause me any grief?" Tom questions. "Like, what do you think I did to you?" It was obvious Wyatt was putting on an act, hands releasing both balls, frivolous smile returning, "What you did to me?" he giggles, a hand helping to stroke up his shaft. "Like Wy says, Tom, there's not much he doesn't like, pleasurable or pain!" Lying back, relaxing, hands behind head, flirting those ginger-red pits, Wyatt smiles, says, "Like I've said before," which Alek mouths the words, "pleasure or pain, it's all good!" Shaking his head, Tom says, "I don't see how, but like you've said, `each to their own!'" "You got that right!" Wyatt went on smiling. It was getting late and Alek knew tomorrow he was enforcing the rule, the day after they were getting on the road, come hell or high water. So, Tom got a little more aggressive with Alek's cock, Wyatt working over Tom's tool and to have it his way, lay back, saying, "Right here, boys. Make my navel your target!" Alek could not deny it was kind of cool, he and Tom kneeling on each side of Wyatt's thighs, stroking it up rather fiercely. Trading off hands, Alek did Tom's cock, Tom on Wyatt's shaft and Wyatt wishing it were his lips and not hand on Alek. Regardless, all erupted, as requested by Alek's cousin, they hung their cocks over Wyatt's furry abs, extracted goo shooting out, targeting the deep, red-furred innie. Himself in an arc over his own pubes, when all was said and done, Wyatt says, "Why don't you two go get cleaned up. I'll take care of myself here." As Wyatt lay there by himself, he scooped up a gob of the combined white nectar between the palms of two hands. Putting it to his lips, drinking, he tasted sweetness, "Ah-h-h, mm-m-m, yummy!" It wasn't enough though, Wyatt having a secret moment, fetish of sorts, with compulsion, wanting to bath in the white-to-clear lather. In seconds he would have his chest and stomach fur lathered up with the combined honey-treat! % 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.