Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 06:45:28 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shifting Gear Chapter 12

Chapter 12


	My boss wasn't very happy when I told him I was leaving his employ.
He begged me to stay on until he could find a replacement.  I told him it
wouldn't be possible.
	I waited until the next morning over coffee to tell Russ that he
had a new partner.  We celebrated with Mimosas on the patio and watched
humming birds zip over the high wall that surrounded the rear of the house
and pool and suckle at a Pomegranate bush in bloom.  There was a lot of
work to do before the party Friday night, so he put me in his home office,
which was as comfortable as every other part of the house, and went off to
talk to his provisioners.
	With so little time, I spent most of my day on the phone.  My first
call was to Harold.  After explaining the idea of the party, and inviting
him, I enlisted him to try to entice our guest of honor.  He was excited by
the prospect, and wanted to invite two friends.  I thought I'd better start
asking for RSVP's to help Russ plan the food and drink.
	By four, I was starving mainly because of the incredible smells
that were wafting through the house.  I finished my last call and got up to
follow my nose into the kitchen.  Russ was standing in front of the big
stove doing something with a pair of silver tongs to something sizzling in
a large cast iron skillet.  I stepped up behind him and put my arms around
his chest and laid my head on his shoulder.  He leaned into me, and turned
his face so I could kiss him on the cheek.
	"Smells got you; huh?"  He grinned at me, and handed me a class of
red wine that had been waiting for me on the counter.
	"What is it tonight?"  I sipped the wine and peered around him into
the skillet.
	"Veal Diavolo, and rissole potatoes and a white bean salad."  He
sipped his wine, and asked me how my day had gone.
	"Well, it looks like about a hundred and fifty to one fifty-five
people, with your list and mine.  Harold is working on John.  I hope to
hear soon.  There wasn't a single decline.  Everyone wants to be here
Friday night."
	"I better order a through cleaning Thursday, and we need to engage
a bartender or two.  I've got the number of a gay couple who do it for
extra money.  I've never used them before, but I've seen them around at
other parties.  Better check the liquor stocks, who knows how long
something like this might last."
	"Right.  But when we finish up with this party, I'm taking you to
London with me for two weeks of fun and shopping."
	"Don't twist my arm.  I give up all ready."  He threw an arm around
my neck, and squeezed.
	"Let's eat."


	Friday rolled around, and we were as ready as we'd ever be.  At
four in the afternoon, the bartenders showed up dressed in skintight,
black, pants, and the cuffs and collars of white shirts.  They each wore a
black clip on bow tie with their collars.  Very cute.  Harry and Juan,
busied themselves setting up the bar near the pool house.  When they were
ready, they served Russ and me each a white wine spritzer with a shot of
Frambois floating on top.  They wanted to know if they could get in on the
drawing for the beeper as well.  Russ and I didn't see why they shouldn't,
and sold them each ten dollars in tickets.
	The first guests to arrive were friends Russ had invited from
Tucson.  It became apparent that introductions would soon be a waste of
time, because before the first group was formally introduced, a large
contingent of men from my list were pushing into the entrance eager to get
on with the party.  Before we knew what had hit us, there were seventy or
eighty guys laughing and talking and getting to know each other just fine
without our assistance.  By the time the sun was setting, most of the crowd
was outside on the patio helping themselves to the food and running Harry
and Juan ragged with drink orders.
	At about eight thirty, one of the guests came searching through the
crowd calling my name out.  When I tapped his arm, he gave me a hug, and
grabbed me by the hand and led me into the house.  At the front door,
several men were congregated laughing and making a scene over a small but
dapper older gentleman.  I saw Harold in the group, being a little
protective of the frail little man.
	I stepped in among the well wishers and Harold saw me for the first
time.  He reached for my hand, and pulled me close.  After kissing my
cheek, he pulled me around to face the old man.
	"Gerry, meet John," he said simply.  I beamed at John, and his
features split into a broad grin.  We hugged each other, and I stepped back
to look at him.  He was absolutely beautiful, with white hair trimmed
neatly and a soft white mustache that hid a generous mouth that had
perpetual grin commas in the corners.
	"I'm so happy to meet you Gerry."  John said.
	"And I you John.  I'm so glad you could come tonight."
	"After Harold told me what you were up to, I wouldn't miss it.  How
could I.  I understand I'll have tons of old friends here tonight.  It
pleases me to see old faces I've known."  He grinned a naughty grin, and
several guys groaned at his pun.
	I fished in my pocket for the beeper and handed it to him.  He
examined it lovingly, and began to hand it back to me, but it went off
sending a buzz through his hand.  He giggled, and read the message.  Then
handed the beeper to me.
	"Obviously someone you forgot to invite."  The crowd roared.  I
glanced at the number, and smiled.
	"I'll be right back."  In the bedroom, the only private room left
in the house, I picked up the phone and dialed.
	"Hi, I'm returning a page I got just now."
	"Gerry?"
	"Yeah, Ross?"
	"Hey buddy.  I'm down the road on my bike.  You need anything for
this shindig of yours?"
	"Yeah, we're all sitting around in the doldrums waiting for you.
We were about to give up.  Thought maybe you decided you were too good for
a fag party, being a Highway Patrolman and all."
	"Bullhocky boy!"  He laughed.  "I'll bet the bunch of you are
already naked and fucked blind at least a dozen times."
	"Oh no.  Maybe you shouldn't come if you thought it was going to be
that kind of party."
	"Sheeit," he laughed.  "Are you tellin' me I've been savin' my jizz
for a week for nothing?"
	"Humm."
	"What does that mean?"
	"It means maybe we can arrange something."  I could hear his cycle
outside in the street.
	"My god Gerry, is every fag in the state in there?"
	"Probably, if they're not they wish they were."
	"How did you get the word out to so many people so fast?"
	"We just told all the gossip queens.  You know how news travels."
He laughed again, and I heard the door bell ring.  I could hear voices
greeting the officer.  "Damn," I said into the receiver.  "You came in
uniform."
	"I thought I'd give the boys a thrill.  Where the hell are you in
all this sleaze?"
	"Take the first hall to your right then the first right."  I could
hear comments being made about him, over his phone, as he made his way
through the house to the bedroom.  When he stepped into the room where I
was sitting on the bed, three or four of the more impressionable types were
fawning over his black leather straps and and gun belt.  One was on the
floor on hands and knees, trying to lick his boots.
	"Will you get off me."  He demanded with his cop voice, and the
fags melted away back toward the crowd.
	"Ross," I hung up the phone, and stood.  He flipped his cellular
closed, and slipped it into his shirt pocket.  We kissed deeply for a long
minute, and then hugged each other for another.
	"I've got some good news and some bad news.  Which do you want
first?"  He pushed me away arms length, and looked into my eyes.
	"I guess the bad news."
	"I want you to meet Russ.  He and I are going to set up
housekeeping together.  This is his place."  His face lost it's humor.
	"That is bad news.  I was beginning to hope we had a chance."
	"Now do you want the good news?"
	"It will have to be good after the bad kind."
	"I've been telling Russell about you, and he understands how I
feel.  He is a very interesting guy that I know you're going to love as
much as I do.  He's very much into the idea of an open relationship.  He
wants me to invite you to come live with us here."
	"You mean share you with him?"
	"Not exactly.  More like share and share alike."
	"You mean a...uh...what do you call that French thing?"
	"A three way.  There's nothing French about it."
	"I don't know Ger.  I've got my job."
	"Ask for a transfer to the Tucson post."  I could see by the
swelling in his pants the idea was appealing.  "You asked for the week off
like we agreed."
	"Of course."
	"Then we have a week to give this thing a trial run to see how well
it flies.  If it doesn't appeal to you after your vacation's over, then
that's life."
	"Well I don't see what I have to lose.  I've always dreamed about
having a scene with two guys at the same time.  That trip with the twins
last week has made it hard for me to keep my hands off myself all week
long.  I almost took up knitting to keep my promise to you not to blow my
wad for a week.  Now, are you going to do something about this bone I
brought with me or do I have to go bust another faggot."
	I rubbed his swollen shaft behind his zipper, and slowly pulled his
fly open.  His dick was thick and hot with his need, and fell out of his
pants straight into my face.  I grabbed the massive flesh club, and impaled
my face on it as far as I could.  He shivered in my throat, and his body
began to tremble.  I ran my hands up his torso, and found his jutting
nipples straining at his tight shirt material.  He unsnapped his shirt, and
exposed his hair dark chest to my hands.  His nipples were large as olive
pits in my fingers, and I twisted until he groaned with pleasure.  He took
my ears in his fists, and began feeding me cock.  His edge wasn't long in
coming.
	"Oh baby," he murmured, and washed my tonsils with cum until it
began to back up and out of my mouth around his big shaft.  I licked him
clean, and he stooped over to kiss me.  I let him have a small taste of
himself, and then greedily swallowed the rest.
	"Oooh, he blew the cop."  I heard someone say.  I looked over at
the door, and a gaggle of fags were licking their chops.
	"I better not let you out of my sight, they'll eat you alive."
	"Humm."  Ross grinned.
	"What does that mean?"  I tried to act angry.
	"I've been told It means humm."  I cuffed his shoulder, and stuffed
his shrinking monster back behind his zipper and zipped him closed.
	"Let's go find Russell.  He'll be pleased you're here, and I want
to introduce you to John too."  We waded through the peepers and headed for
the patio.
	The crowd around John had progressed to the living room and the old
guy was ensconced on the sofa with dozens of well wishers giving him their
best.  He was sipping from a tall glass of orange juice, and grinning from
ear to ear.  I decided not to interrupt the adulation of his fans, and
headed for the great outdoors.  I spotted Russell across the pool near the
bar.  Harry and Juan were still in a tizzy of drink mixing, and I took Ross
in tow and headed through the crowd.  Ross was certainly a magnate in his
uniform.  He kept making little grunts and oops sounds, and I assumed he
was being groped right and left and maybe both at the same time.
	Russell saw us coming, and a look of alarm spread across his face.
He must have thought the neighbors had called in the cops or something.  He
set his drink on the edge of the bar, and started toward us.  We met at the
deep end of the pool but by then, I'd decided to pull a fast one on the two
of them.
	"Officer, this is the man who own's the house."  Russell blanched.
Ross fell right in with me.
	"May I speak with you in private sir?  Someplace where there aren't
so many...you know, so many of that type?  Say, you're not one of them are
you sir?  I mean owning such a nice house as this and all?"  Russell was
already looking for a hole somewhere.
	"Russ, I tried to tell him it was a private party and he wasn't
invited."  Russell looked at me as if I'd gone loopy.  "I think we should
push him into the pool to teach him a lesson."
	"Please ignore him officer, he's obviously had too much to drink."
I reached around Ross' hip and copped a feel of his still semierect cock.
Russell grabbed his heart, and rolled his eyes to heaven.  "Oh my god!"  I
crooked my leg around Ross' feet, and leaned into his back.  Imbalanced, he
made a beautiful arc into the radiant pool.  I think Russell expected him
to come up shooting or something.  When Ross surfaced, cackling like a
lunatic, he caught on.  I found myself in the deep end as well, soon joined
by Russell laughing as hard as we were.
	The guests at first were stunned that somehow we had attacked an
officer of the law, and were trying to drown him.  Several were shrieking
and acting nelly until they saw we were laughing.  Climbing out of the pool
finally, we began to strip out of the wet clothes.  Ross took his gun off,
And slung the water out of it the best he could.
	"Have you got a safe place to lock this up Russ?"  He held the gun
out for Russell to take.
	"I do actually, in the pool house.  We can change in there as
well."
	"Change to what?"  Ross was mildly surprised that he was expected
to put on more clothes.
	"Swim suits." Russ offered.
	"Nah," Ross said, and began stripping out of his wet uniform.  The
crowd surrounding us began to cheer, and several guys joined into the
strip.  I smiled at Russell, and reached for my soaking tie.  He shrugged,
smiled back and reached for his.
	It's a good thing the cops didn't really show up at the house that
night, or it would have set gay rights in Arizona back a thousand years or
more.  I don't think I could even remotely begin to describe the scene that
developed as the clothes were shed.  I once saw an underground film in a
tiny off Broadway theater in New York, called Flaming Creatures.  The
filmmaker, a guy named Jack Smith, I think, eventually died of Aids.  His
movie was one hot pile of men fucking and sucking everything that moved.
That's what came to mind and still comes to mind when I think of the scenes
my eyes beheld that night.
	Sometime after midnight, we finally got around to holding the
drawing for the beeper, and anticlimactically, it was won by a guy from a
small town in Utah who wasn't present to collect his prize.  We decided to
call him to tell him he'd won, and the beeper was his for six months.  It
took a lot of doing to get the crowd quieted down so John, the guest of
honor, could make the call on a speaker phone so everybody could hear.  The
phone rang four times before a sleepy voice answered.
	"It's too bad you couldn't come to the party here in Tucson Kyle."
The person on the other end paused a moment.
	"Who is this!?"  A groggy woman demanded.  I glanced around the
crowd and saw dozens of men nodding their heads and murmuring softly.
	"My name is John."  The guest of honor held his ground.  May I
speak with Kyle please?"  There was a pause, filled with rustling sounds of
bed clothes, then another sleepy voice, male this time.
	"Yes?  Who is this?"
	"Kyle, this is your fairy god father John."  There were a few
snickers in the crowd.
	"Who?"  Kyle was still waking up.
	"You bought a chance to win a special beeper for six months; do you
remember?"  We could sense Kyle perking up.
	"Yeah?"
	"Well you did.  Win the beeper I mean."
	"I did?"
	"Yes.  Would you like it sent to the address on the ticket stub?"
	"Ohthankgod.  Yes, please send it there."
	"Very well, it will be in the mail no later than tomorrow."  John
looked around at the debauched crowd, and rethought his promise.  "Perhaps
it will be Monday before it gets mailed.  There is some sort of orgy going
on here right now, and there may not be anyone capable of delivering it to
the postal authorities before Monday."
	"It doesn't matter.  I'm looking forward to it getting here."
	"The beeper is paid for, and your only responsibility while you
have it is to practice safe responsible sex.  Beyond that, it is yours for
six months, or until you wish to return it.  Instructions will be enclosed
in the package you receive."
	"Thank you John.  This is a good thing.  It will change my life."
	"Thank you Kyle, for participating in our fund raiser."
	"By the way, how much have you raised?"
	"They tell me it's a little more than two hundred thousand, but the
next round of ticket sales will begin on Monday."
	"That's great John.  It all goes to Aids research?"
	"Every cent.  Our plan is so simple, that the cost is minimal.
We've set up a trust to pay the cost of the beeper and the ads that make
receiving the beeper worth while, so they will never go out of print as
long as the publications they appear in continue to flourish.  But all this
is explained in the packet of information you will receive."
	"Thanks again John."
	"Kyle, we are sorry you aren't here at the party to kick this
foundation off tonight.  Perhaps you'll attend the next one, to be our
presenter for the next winner."
	"I will make a point of it John."
	"In the mean time, there are a lot of envious guys here tonight
that would like to wish you well.  I'm sure you will be hearing from some
of them in the coming weeks."  John held the phone high over his head, and
motioned for the assembled men to express themselves.  The cheer was
deafening.  After a long minute, John brought the phone to his ear again
and said something no one could hear.  He gently placed the receiver in its
cradle and looked up to renewed cheers.
	John was feeling tired, so we escorted him to the guest room and
made him comfortable.  Russ, Ross and myself and Harold were sitting on the
bed around the old man wishing him a good night when he raised his hand.
	"It occurs to me this should be enlarged upon."  He looked from one
of us to the other until he had our undivided attention.  "I'll have my
attorney draw up the proper papers to create a fund to purchase a beeper
and place ads in every state, and eventually every country.  What it will
need is a dedicated group to coordinate the ticket sales, and place the
proper ads.  The word of mouth will sell the tickets.  I imagine within a
few months, the dollars for research invested properly, would begin to be a
major source of funding against the disease.  Perhaps with the funds
dedicated, the researchers can concentrate more fully on the problem and
the solution may be found more quickly."  He looked at each of us again,
his eyes large and luminous in his shriveled face.
	"My time unfortunately is running out.  My money can't save me
forever, and I'm glad this opportunity has developed to put it to good use.
I hope you four will be the ones who dedicate yourselves to this project
because I know in some small way I have touched your lives in a positive
way."  He laid his head back on the pillows piled behind him.  He looked
tired beyond recovery.
	"John," I started to speak, but he waved a hand to stop me.
	"I've suffered a great guilt these past few years since I was
diagnosed.  I've been so promiscuous and unsafe at times in my own actions,
that I have often been awakened by nightmares of staring mute faces of the
men I've been with over time, wondering, because I didn't hear from them
anymore, if I had infected them in my stupidity with this disease.  This
won't ease my conscience, I'm doomed to see their haunted faces in my
dreams for the time I have left on this earth, but at least now something
more positive will come from me to be remembered by."  He closed his eyes,
and his eyelids looked thin and papery.  I could almost make out his pupils
under their frail pink skin.  He began to breathe in deep regular breaths,
and after a moment, we quietly left him alone to sleep.
	Out side, and through the rest of the house, the party continued.
On the patio, Harry and Juan, had given up playing bartenders, and were
helping themselves to willing guests.  I noticed a frightened young man
come leaping down the stairs that led up to the roof garden.  I ran to him
as he reached the bottom of the stairs and caught his arm.
	"What's the matter?"  He was stark naked, and trembling.
	"A sssssssnake, a rattle ssssssnake on the roof."
	"Are you bitten?"  He shook his head at me violently, but pointed
up the stairs, with his mouth working wordlessly.
	"Oh lord," I thought, and scanned the crowd for Russell.  I thought
I saw him being led into the kitchen, and decided he was too far away, and
that I'd have to deal with the problem myself.  I let go of the young man's
arm, and ran up the stairs.
	At the top, I could hear a big snake singing somewhere in the dark.
Probably Sam from the volume of sound.  Then I heard the sound of a man
softly crying.  I cautiously worked my way along the dimly lighted path
through the landscaping, becoming aware of what I was going to have to do.
I could faintly see a head bobbing in the hot tub, and my ears told me this
was where the sobbing was coming from.  Sure enough, I could just make out
Sam's impressive form coiled to strike on top of the flat rock that jutted
over the pond.
	"Are you bitten?"  I asked the man in the water.  He shook his
head, and I could see the terror in his eyes.
	"No."  he said.  "But you're going to have to clean your spa out
I'm afraid."
	"Don't worry about it.  I know someone who'll love the job."  I
slipped a little closer to Sam, and he detected my presence and switched
his attention to me.
	"Be careful man.  That's the biggest rattler I've ever seen."
	"This is Sam," I said, trying to keep the panic out of my own shaky
voice.  "He's our watch snake."  I slipped closer to Sam, and let him get a
good taste of me in the air.  His forked tongue was going a mile a minute
collecting information.  I screwed up my courage, and reached slowly toward
his head.  He pulled his head back, and his rattles began to vibrate at a
higher rate.  I remembered something Russell had done.  In a sharp voice, I
spoke to him.
	"Hush Sam.  You're scaring the guests!"  And me as well I thought.
I swallowed hard, and reached for him.  The minute my fingers touched his
tensed and coiled body, the rattling stopped.  I gently lifted him with
both hands, marveling at his weight.
	"Oh my god!"  The man in the pool cried.  Gently I showed him the
dark cavity under the big rock.  He seemed grateful for the opportunity to
release the tension in his body.  I could feel him relaxing as he left my
hands and crawled into his hole.  The last few inches of his tail vibrated
softly, and the dry rattles gave one more little jangle to our nerves.
	"How could you do that?"  The man in the pool was climbing out on
the far side away from where I'd released Sam.
	"My lover showed me how."  I was talking with more confidence now
that Sam was under his rock.  "Say, didn't you see the sign we posted," I
was irritated that the two guys had ignored our warning sign to keep off
the roof.
	"You mean the one that says, `keep out protected by rattlesnakes'?"
	"That's the one."
	"You've got to be kidding.  We didn't take it serious.  I mean
nobody has rattlesnakes crawling around loose on their roof."
	"We do."
	"I guess so."  He chuckled a little, getting his nerve back.  "Man
it literally scared the shit out of me.  I mean it.  You're going to have
to clean the spa."
	"I'll tell Harold about it.  He's into scat in a big way."
	"Oh yeah?"  We were starting down the stairs, and his young friend
came bounding up and glued himself tightly to the torso of the man I'd
rescued.
	"By the way, I'm Gerry."  I offered my hand.
	"Phil, Gerry, and my love monkey is Donald.  This has been some
night to remember.  You guys throw a mean party."
	"Tell people about it Phil.  It's going to happen every six months,
and we want it to become the most talked about party in the country.  When
it gets big enough, we'll move it to a resort somewhere."
	"All these fags?"  He was incredulous.
	"Maybe you're right.  What the hell.  We'll just have to buy or
build one that suits our purpose."  I shocked myself at the expansiveness
of my talk.  "Maybe it'll be a cruise to nowhere for a weekend.  Who
knows?"
	"Gerry, I need a drink after Sam."
	"Help your self.  The bartenders have taken up cocksucking insted
of tending the bar."  I glanced around the pool at the crowd scene of every
imaginable sexual appetite being sated and saw Juan being plugged at both
ends, with a line forming to the rear.
	I helped myself to a soda on ice, and squeezed a wedge of lime into
it and went looking for Russ and Ross.  I found Ross in a corner with his
hands on a bobbing head and a look of ecstasy on his mug.  I strolled over,
and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  He opened his eyes and smiled at me.
	"Who are you?"  He gasped.  I pinched one of his nipples, and he
moaned.
	"Are you having fun yet?"  I offered him a sip of my soda, and
watched the cocksucker working on him.
	"This guy's so good I couldn't resist.  I hope you don't mind." He
grinned at me with all his dimples showing.
	"Why should I mind; as long as you stay with me after the party."
	"I think I'll take you up on your offer.  I've never had so much
fun, or felt more freedom to be myself than I have tonight."
	"Good.  I love you too.  Have you seen Russ?"
	"Not recently, but he was with a tall black dude headed for the
bedroom you took me to earlier."
	"Come join us when you've finished with your friend."  I pecked him
on the cheek, and strolled toward the bedroom.  I think I expected to see
some sexy black guy spread out on the antique coffee table getting fisted
like I had been, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.  What I saw was
even more astonishing.
	Russell and Jeff, my black attorney friend from Phoenix deep in
conversation pouring over a stack of documents spread all over the table
and floor and couch around them.  They both were starkers, but were more
interested in the papers than each other.  Russell looked up when I came in
and smiled.  He motioned me over with a wave of his hand.
	"I believe you know Jeff."  Jeff looked up and flashed his smile at
me.
	"Intimately."  I shook his hand.  "Glad you could make it Jeffery."
	"Wouldn't have missed it for anything Ger.  Russell's been showing
me what you guys have planned.  I've offered my services to the cause to
help set up the legal aspects, and maybe grease a few Washington wheels for
the deal."
	"Do you know who this guy is Gerry?"  Russell looked at me
quizzically.
	"Yeah, he's Jeff."
	"No I mean do you know what he can do for us?"  Russ was very
enthusiastic.  "Jeff is very important in this state, as well as in
D.C. He's going to make things happen faster than we even hoped.  He's
going to sell our idea to the right people who can help."  If Jeff could
blush, then he was blushing now.
	"Look Russell, it's no big deal.  I'm just going to start talking
to a few people about it in a quiet way."
	"Yeah, like the President."  Russ looked at me significantly.
	"You know the President?"  My mouth dropped open.
	"Not intimately."  He sniggered and grinned his fabulous grin at
me.  "But I do have his ear among other things occasionally when I'm in
Washington."
	"Are you saying you fuck with the President?"  He giggled.
	Ross strolled in, pulling on his red looking cock.  I motioned him
over, and introduced him to Jeff.
	"Can I be number four."  Jeff asked, reaching out to help Ross
stroke his raw cock.  I looked at Russell, who shrugged.
	"I told him all about our arrangement.  He's got some good ideas
for our money as well.  He's a jewel Gerry.  I'm impressed you know him."
	"So am I, but haven't we talked business enough?  Have you shown
him the bathroom yet, or your collection of toys?"  Russ shook his head.
"You've been remiss as a host Russell.  I'll bet you haven't even shown him
the Mexican video."
	"Can't say as I have."
	"What Mexican video?"  Jeff was interested.  Russ launched into a
graphic description, until I opened a drawer and pulled out the remote.  I
flicked the power button, and things began to move across the room.  I hit
the play button, and the Mexican photographer was whispering in the drunken
sailor's ear.
	"Oh oh.  Somebody's gonna get fucked."  Jeff leaned forward on the
couch.
	"Wait until you see it happen," Russell said, grinning.  I sat down
on the long leather couch next to him, and Ross sat next to me on my right.
	"You know," Ross commented.  "Possession of pornography is against
the law in Arizona.  I might have to arrest you all."
	"I have some extra handcuffs you can use officer."  Russell reached
across me and put his hand on Ross' thigh and squeezed.
	"Maybe you better go get them now so we don't miss any of the good
parts."  Ross chuckled.
	"Ye gads," Jeff murmured.  "Look at the size of that donkey dick.
Holy shit, he's sucking that thang!"  Jeff was getting excited.  "Where
ever did you find this treasure Russell?"
	"I know a guy in Nogales."
	"I'd love an introduction.  I could ad to my own collection of
videos.  I'm so bored by the usual stuff anymore."
	"Are you into kink?"  Russell put a hand on Jeff's smooth,
muscular, dusky back, and rubbed.
	"I think as I get older, I'm sliding that way.  Why?  Do you have
something in mind?"
	"Oh nothing in particular, let's just see what develops."
	"Fair enough.  Oh my god!  Do you see that!"  The donkey was
humping the sailor.  "Unbelievable!"
	"It is unbelievable, but he takes it hard."
	"That poor man must have to wear diapers after that ass busting
fuck.  His hole must look like a porthole on the Queen Mary."  We all
laughed.
	Ross was pulling on his dick, and it was rising to the occasion.  I
leaned over and took him in my mouth.  He ran a hand down between my ass
cheeks, and I felt his fingers probe into me.  The video was making him
hot.  With his free hand, he held me down on his now stiff dick, and began
a slow undulating face fuck.  His cock pushed deeper and deeper into my
throat, until I could feel the flaring head go beyond where it had been
before.
	Russell stood up, and lifted me to a standing position.  Ross' hand
on the back of my neck kept me impaled on his meat spear.  Russell knelt
behind me, and spread my cheeks.  He gently pulled Ross' finger out of my
ass, and replaced it with his tongue.  It felt so fucking good, my eyes
began to roll back into my head.  After a short tongue fuck, Russ, sheathed
his rampant dick, and slid it into me with an easy plunge to his balls.
	Jeff lost interest in the video, and took up a position on the
floor behind Russell, and wormed his way in under Russ first, and then me.
I felt his mouth close over my hardened flesh, and he swallowed me down to
the root.  He reached up for my nibs, and began to suck my cock and twist
my tits to the same deep stroking rhythms that Ross and Russ were using on
me.  I was fluttering between heaven and earth somewhere over the rainbow.
	Deep in my brain, or maybe it was in the atrium, I began to hear
birds sing.  I tried to focus my eyes, and could only see Ross' navel and
his mat of dark hair.  He was beginning to tremble, and his hands were
gripping the sides of my head.  I could feel him about to empty himself
down my throat.  Russell was pounding my ass like a jackhammer, and his
grunts signaled his climax was imminent as well.
	I tried to take stock of where my own flood of semen might be, but
I had reached such a state of bliss, that nothing seemed to penetrate my
sexual high.  Somewhere in the mist of my ecstasy, I tipped over the edge
and shot a volly of man cream down Jeff's throat.  He started moaning and
slurping on my cock as I pumped him full.  Ross, took note and followed me
down the path.  His spunk was as hot and delicious as ever and I swallowed
fast and furiously to get it all into me.
	"Oh god!"  Russell stopped fucking me, and leaned over my back.  I
could feel his big dick throbbing in my ass as he shot load after load deep
in to my body.  I don't think I'd ever been so loved, and loved on, in my
life.  We collapsed onto the big leather couch in a heap, and I noticed
from the pearly ropes of cum glistening on Jeff's chest, that he'd managed
to get off as well.
	There were birds singing.  I opened my tired eyes, and glanced at
the atrium.  Morning sun was beginning to filter through the sky light into
the jungle of foliage.  Tiny scarlet finches were flitting from branch to
branch in the trees, pausing only long enough to trill their delight to see
the sun again.
	I smiled, and put my arms around the three guys on the couch with
me and gave them a collective hug.  Ross stirred, and kissed my chest.
Russell was already snoring quietly.  Jeff had laid his head across
Russell's stomach, and was stroking his hip gently.  I could see a tired
smile on his face.  I reached over, and stroked his shell like ear, then
closed my eyes.  Sleep was an overwhelming experience of dreams and sexual
fantasies, that lasted until well into the late afternoon.  When I awoke, I
was on the couch alone.  I called out to Russell, but got no answer except
for the squawk of one of the colorful parrots that inhabited the atrium.
My mouth felt sticky and scummy.
	In the bathroom, I found a tooth brush and some paste.  I urinated,
then brushed my teeth.  I thought about a shower, but decided to find the
others first.  I grabbed a towel, and wrapped myself in it Sarong style and
went searching.
	I expected to see the house in total disarray from the party
leftovers, but what I found was Harry and Juan, putting the final touches
to the living room.  Harry still had his collar on, but it was a bit
crushed, and had what appeared to be lipstick smeared on the back of it,
and in a trail down his cute backbone.
	"I didn't know there were women at the party?"  Harry stopped
fluffing pillows on the couch and looked at me.
	"I didn't see any," he said, with a grin.  He turned and showed me
his ass.  He had lipstick everywhere.  "It was heaven, Gerry."  Doris, I
thought.  I hadn't even seen her or Hal in the crowd of men.
	"Have you seen Russell and Ross?"
	"In the pool."  He pointed, through the French doors, not certain I
knew the way.
	I found about a dozen men in and around the pool.  They all seemed
to be alert and in active conversation.  I spotted Russ talking to Jeff and
sipping a steaming cup of coffee.  Ross was not in the group.  I walked
over to the table where Russell and Jeff were seated, and pulled a chair
out and seated myself.
	Russell stopped talking for a moment and leaned over to kiss me.
Jeff patted my leg and smiled at me.  I smiled back, and wondered where
Ross could be.  Jeff glanced at something behind me, and a dark haired arm
reached around my chest, and Ross kissed me on the ear.  He also sat a
large steaming cup of coffee in front of me.  I squinted at him gratefully,
and picked the mug up to sip.
	"How are you feeling this morning?"  Russell looked at me intently.
	"Sore here and there, but wonderful at the same time."
	"Are you ready to fly to London?"
	"What?  Today?"  My mind was not ready to grasp things like trips
to London yet.
	"That was the plan wasn't it?"  I nodded at Russ, and looked up at
Ross.
	"What about Ross?"
	"It's all arranged.  He has the week off, and can probably extend
it if he wants to."  Ross squeezed my shoulder, and pulled up a chair for
himself.
	"And Jeff?"  I realized I was falling in love with three men at the
same time.  Things were getting complicated fast.
	"Jeff's got some things to take care of for the new foundation, but
when he's finished with it, he'll join us over there as well."
	"Well, it seems like everything is arranged."
	"It is."
	"When do we leave?"
	"The flight is out of Sky Harbor in Phoenix at eight thirty
tonight.  We have time to eat and clean up before we have to leave.  Jeff
will drive us."
	I sipped my coffee, and cleared my fuzzy head.  The mug was half
empty when I sat it on the table again.  "What about the house, the
animals?"
	"Their environments make them self suffecient.  Nothing to worry
about.  As far as the house is concerned, I have engaged Harry and Juan on
a permanent basis.  They will be here to take care of things in our
absence."
	"That's wonderful.  Let's eat something.  I'm starved."  Russell
grinned at me, stood up and headed for the kitchen.  In a few minutes, he
was serving fluffy omelets with slivers of prosciutto ham and chives to the
line of hungry men left over from the night before.  Russell was gentle
with them as he handed them their food, but each of them was asked to
finish up and gather their things together and go home.
	The four of us took our omelets back to the table, and ate quietly
until it was gone.  The plates, coffee mugs and flatwear were all left on
the counter in the kitchen, as we headed for the masterbath.
	We showered together in that wonderful space, soaping each other
and scrubbing backs and hard to reach spots.  There was a lot of stroking
and fondling and kissing, but the time came to dry ourselves off and get
dressed.  Russell insisted we should take nothing but our overnight bags
with one change of clothes and our toiletries.
	"What ever we need, we'll buy in London.  It's one of the grand
shopping cities of the world."
	The sun was setting gloriously as we drove toward Phoenix, and it
was full dark when Jeff dropped us off at the international terminal.
British Airways has a direct flight to London from Phoenix.  We hugged Jeff
goodbye, and scolded him to hurry with his work so he could join us.  On
the plane, we were seated as we had been on the couch the previous night,
only this time, the video was a Hollywood film, called Mission Impossible.
	I settled back with a Scotch and thought; "Nothing is impossible."

The End

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