Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2023 16:16:34 -0400 From: Ronald Speener Subject: Chrysalis Part 1: Chapter 9 This story is about a young man's quest to fix a major birth defect--he was born without a penis. On his quest he meets his soul mate and many other soon to be friends. Please contribute to Nifty. They do a great job of providing stories that please the senses, titillate the mind, and expand our view of the world. Chapter 9--Tea with Izzy Chris and Tom stirred, reluctantly, as the sun darted through a sliver of space in the drawn curtains and pranced on Tom's face. "Out, out damned spotlight," Tom muttered waving a hand over his face to swat away the sunbeam. Tom rolled over to snuggle into Chris when his eye caught the clock. "Damn," He shook Chris and whispered in Chris's ear, "The dew is off the flowers and it is time for us to rise, my sweet daffodil." Chris moaned and moved further into his pillow. "What changeling is in my bed that spouts gardens instead of taunts." "I am no changeling, sir, but a fairy prince captured by your beauty and now enslaved." Chris pulled a pillow and hit Tom. "My love pelts me with daisies. And I will smother him with kisses." Tom pounced on Chris and started kissing and tickling him. Chris, once he shoved Tom off him, groused, "I grant that you are a fair, but no prince. Such would not wake his love with badgering." "Time to get up," Tom pulled himself from the bed. "It's after 11:30 and we have tea at two with Ms. Guzman." Chris rolled over to watch Tom move naked about the room. "Come back to bed, and we'll explain that we missed tea doing research for her new novel." Tom scooped up dirty clothes on the floor and lobbed a dirty sock at Chris, hitting him in the face. "Euw, this stinks. Must be yours," Chris tossed the sock back to Tom. Tom caught the sock and placed the dirty clothes in the hamper on the way to the bathroom. Chris dragged himself from bed and walked toward the bathroom, stopping in front of a large mirror. He saw a freak, a creature half formed, neither male nor female. I am Frankenstein's monster, Chris thought, Will I end in fire, an immolation. It's so hard, I hated my breast's--gone. Chris ran a hand over his nipples and the small scars. I hate my vagina. Be gone, all gone. Is it worth it? Will I ever feel whole, complete, not a monster. Chris stifles a tear. Too much. Too much for me, for Tom. My sweet, gorgeous Tom. How can I? Perhaps, I should just dress and leave, disappear, Tom could go on with his life, My family wouldn't care, I could just go away, away, run far away. From me. Tom came up behind Chris and put his arms around Chris so that Chris's arms were pinned. Nibbling on Chris's neck, he said, "I love you Chris Wentworth, body and soul. However, your body changes, I will love you soul and body." Tom's left hand started playing with Chris's right nipple, God, that feels good, Chris thought, good surgeon not to nip the nerves. Chris smiled at the sensations of Tom's hands as they move down his torso, until...Chris stiffened as Tom's hands neared his vagina. No, Chris silently yelled Don't touch my abomination. Tom felt Chris tighten and move his hand spinning Chris around into a lush kiss. "I love you Chris, and whatever you are going through and will go through I am at your side." Tom gave Chris another quick kiss, "I love you, you; you understand. Now go shower and dress." Tom gave Chris a wicked smile, "unless you need assistance." Chris pulled Tom into a firm embrace. "No, I am fine, you get dressed." Chris pulled away and smiling said, "you know you take far longer to look presentable than it takes me." Chris turned and sashayed toward the bathroom. "Nice ass," he heard Tom say. After a rapid knock on the room door, Tom opened it to Zack, who was delivering fruit plates and assorted cheeses that Tom had ordered the day before. "Good day si..." Zack paused lost. He had pushed the cart into the room, being careful not to spill anything, when he looked up and saw Tom with no shirt and in tight jeans with an obvious bulge. "Sir," Zack recovered, "the meal you ordered yesterday." Zack swallowed hard and tried to look elsewhere. The Chris entered from the bedroom with only a towel around his waist. Breath Zack kept reminding himself. "Hi Zack," Chris said cheerfully, oblivious to Zack's distress. "When did you order food?" Chris turned to Tom. "I know there wasn't time this morning. You were occupied." Chris gave a knowing smile to Tom. Zack gulped, his imagination running a race with his hormones. "I ordered yesterday for today because we are having afternoon tea with Guzman." Tom smiled at Zack, whose eyes were bouncing between Tom and Chris and the cart, when he tried to be professional. "Remember, the books and having an autograph." "You're having tea with I. Guzman" Zack blurted. Tom nodded, "The I. Guzman, author, gay author." Tom nodded again. "Oh my god, she is my favorite. I learned more from his books than I did from the Joy of Gay Sex. I left one of his books for my mother to read after I told her I was gay." "I hope not Snakes in the Grass?" Chris looked at Tom with a question, having never read the book. "BDSM, ménage e trois, very steamy." "Very hot," added Zack, "didn't knew men could do such things. Absolutely not! Suddenly Blue, boy comes out." Chris looked at Zack. "Actually tame but sweet. My mother loved it and my being gay was never a problem." "I'm sure your mother would have accepted you without the book, Zack" Tom said. "Probably, but it sure made it easier. God, I am envious. I would love to meet him and tell him how he helped me be openly gay." Zack looked seriously at Tom and then Chris, "They just don't teach being gay in high school. You lucky not to get beat-up." Zack moved the cart toward the French door, where Chris indicated he wanted the food on the small table there. Tom sent a quick look to Chris, who winked back. "Zack, why don't you come with us." Zack's face brightened and then frowned, "Can't." He gestured toward his uniform, "I work until three. Bummer." Tom has slipped into the bedroom to finish dressing. Chris helped Zack with the food, oblivious to the hormone rushes he was sending through Zack. Chris caught an obviously uncomfortable bulge in Zack's pants. "I need to change. I'll let you finish. But don't leave until I return." Zack mumbled affirmative and kept his back to Chris. Zack continued to place each item on the table, making sure each was pleasing to the eye. This was part of the job he liked, making each dining experience perfect. He smiled to himself as he thought of Tom and Chris sans clothes, which was not helping his erection. He quickly thought of his grandfather naked. He saw him nude once at the nursing home his grandfather lived in when he started to not be his grandfather. He missed his grandfather. Everything in line he thought as he glanced at his crotch. Tom had returned to the room in the jeans and a pale pink sweater. He placed a hand on Zack's shoulder. Zack flinched slightly. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." Zack knew he was not startled. "You set a beautiful table Zack." Zack voiced his thanks for the compliment. Chris joined them. Zack surreptitiously eyed Chris in his casual black slacks and a bulky knit sweater. Zack pulled out a chair for Chris to sit, "Sir," he said in a smooth voice the belied the turmoil down south. Once he help Tom in his chair, "is there anything else you need?" "Yes," Tom said very seriously but gleeful eyes on Chris. "I will need your services for several hours this afternoon. It may take beyond your shift." "I am at your disposal. I am sure that I available for whatever you needed." Zack gulped, "I mean; I do not have any plans for after my shift." "Very good," smile Tom, "We need you to accompany us to tea with I. Guzman." Zack's face blanked as he processed the information. "I need to let my boss know. He might not approve." "Done and approved," Tom smiled. "I don't have anything to wear. I change when I leave into old jeans and sweatshirt." "Your pant will be fine and I am sure we can find a sweater to wear." "Ooh, oh, oh," Zack stammered. "I just might pee myself I'm so excited." "By the way," Chris smiled at Zack, "I. Guzman is a woman." Zack's head did a quick bob, "No shit?" "No shit," Chris laughed, "a very mature woman with grandchildren." "Fuck, no," Zack suddenly realized what he just said. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out. Please forgive me." "Fuck is a vulgar word to use," Tom sternly said. "No one should ever say `fuck' unless they fucking mean it. It is so fucking rude. To say `fuck'." Chris just broke out in laughter, which cause Tom to laugh and then Zack. "We are to meet Izzy at 2:30 at the Palm Court in the Drake Hotel. Be here by 2:00." "I will sir and thank you so much." Zack took the empty cart and left the hotel room. "You are just too mean to that poor kid." Chris chided Tom with a large smile. "No more than you prancing out in just a towel. That is cruel and inhuman." Chris smirked, "But it is so much fun. He is so gullible." Tom replied. "Did you see the boner he sprung?" Chris asked, "He is going to make some man very happy." Gliding through Prussian blue carpet and crystal chandeliers worthy of Versailles and up a few steps, they faced the hostess, in dark jewel red dress that went below the knees. She paused at the top of the stairs to allow her guest to appreciate and gasp. Chris entered a world of white: white drapery flowing down white pillars onto a white marble floor held down by white chairs. She was accustomed to the reaction from newbies and allowed it to unfold. "Ms. Guzman is already here and is expecting you. Allow me." She stepped into the whiteness around a harpist and past a fountain with a massive urn with white cascading flowers. She turned left and directed them to a table where Ms. Guzman was already sipping tea. "Enjoy your tea," she smiled and left, a Burmese ruby in a field of snow. Ms. Guzman looked up, "Tom, Chris it is so nice to see you again." She lifted her hand to Tom who kissed the back of the wrist. "So gallant," The three men sat. "Who is this handsome young man you brought, Tom?" "This is Zack. He works at the Aurora and is a huge fan. I hope you do not mind?" "A woman of my age needs her reputations spiced by the company of younger men." Zack started to say something and then stopped. Izzy winked at him. "So, you are a big fan," Izzy said to Zack. She frowned a little. "You do not seem old enough to read my work. It is not Disney." "Thank god it is not Disney. You helped educate me. You helped me come out to my mother." "I always hope that my stories do more than titillate." She turned Chris, "Is Tom treating you OK." Chris smiled affectionately at time, "Almost always a perfect gentleman." Chris retorted with a wink. She laughed, "Almost is very good my dear." She patted Tom's hand and returned her attention to Chris, "How did your meeting with Stu go? I am sure you were charming and wowed them." She leaned forward just a tad in interest. Chris beamed, "I have a contract and may do the Milan Fashion Week in fall." "You need to see the pictures," Tom blurted "Pictures," Chris swiveled to face Tom, "You have pictures, and you have not shown them to me." Chris tried to grab Tom's IPhone, but Tom quickly blocked Chris and handed the phone to Izzy. Izzy slowly scrolled through the pictures, muttering more to herself "Nice, cute, mmm, sultry, hot, holy shit." She looked up at Chris. "Honey, you're going to be very popular." She smiled at Chris with pride. "Very, very popular--those last two," She looked at Tom, "Have you plans for a fence." Tom looked confused at the change in topic, "A fence?" She patted Tom's hand, "Every gay man and half the straight men will be panting after Chris." She paused and looked back and forth between Chris and Tom. "You will need a fence to hold them all back." Chris laughed, "Who says I want a fence but rather a landing field." Tom scowled at Chris and Izzy gave a healthy laugh. "Do you have your dueling sword sharp?" Izzy asked. Tom continued to scowl at Chris, hurt, worried, proud, afraid. "Tom," Chris leaned over and gave Tom a peck on the cheek. "I am yours and only yours." Chris then looked at Izzy and smiled, "But I have options too" Izzy laughed again, "You have a pistol here, Tom. Beware." Tom gave Chris a kiss on the forehead, "I know, and I plan to never give him reasons to exercise his options." Zack had Tom's phone and was scrolling through the pictures his face flushing and him squirming in his chair as nature hit his zipper. As he got to the last picture, "Holy fuck," He squirmed a little more, "I think I just came." Chris pulled the phone away from Zack and looked at the picture; it was one of the nude photos. Chris was not sure that it was he in the photo. The man in the photo smoldered. His back was toward the viewer as he looked over his right shoulder, part of his buttock and the angles of the legs created a sculpture. Gorky had printed this photo in black and white so the light and shadow suggested many things." Wow," was all Chris could say. He quickly scrolled back through the other photos. "Gorky is a genius." He scrolled forward again stopping at a few to look longer. "He created images from nothing." Tom took his phone back from Chris, "Gorky is a genius, but he had amazing subject matter." Chris blushed "Tom's right," added Izzy, "He just took what he saw and gave it the background. Mona Lisa had her smile before Leonardo painted it; Leonardo just saw its depth and captured it." She smiled at Chris, "more tea?" Zack nodded for more and took one of the pastries that had appeared on the table while he was looking at the photos. Izzy took a sip of tea studying Chris over the rim of the cup. As she set the cup down, she said, "Chris, part of the allure of the photos is your androgynous look. Once you complete hormone therapy and have surgery, your looks will change--your face, a beard, a penis." She paused to look at Chris, "It could end your career." "I am willing to take the risk. I need the change." Zack, who was more interested in the array of goodies at the table stopped. "You're a girl." He blurted. Time hung still-the space between inhale and exhale. Chris, suddenly, slouched in his chair mortified. Tom was poised ready to reach across the table and harm Zack. "My dear," Ms. Guzman cooed, "Chris is a man, just as much as you are. Does your penis make you a man?" She paused and Zack shook his head no. "Being a man is more ingrained in your soul than in your body. Chris has had the misfortune to have a body that does not match his soul--a man's soul. He is strong enough to realize the problem and brave enough to see it resolved." Zack looked at Chris and saw the pain on his face, "I'm sorry dude; I always saw you before as totally male." He pause, "That didn't come out right. I mean you act so male, but it does explain the gift of the cock. God I'm dumb," Zack hit his head. "Thought it was another dildo." He paused again, sighed very audibly, "I like you Chris, as a man, And I always think of you as a man. But the whole penis thing, while it is not important, was a shock, like saying you have a tail." Zack seemed to be on the edge of tears. "I am so sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you Chris. Please forgive me." "I forgive you Zack. I have had far worse reactions from my own family. And they will never understand," Chris paused to regain emotional control. "And the thing about a penis not being important is hog wash. Which is why I'm getting myself one, and I am flaunting the fake one until I do" Chris gave a big smile to Zack and reached across the table getting a sleeve of his shirt in some clotted cream, and grasped Zack's hand firmly in support. "Friends?" Zack asked, "Friends," Chris replied. "Cool" Zack smiled at Chris relieved but still concerned. "I understand you wanting to be who you are. I know it is not the same, but when I came out to my parents at age fourteen, they were so cool about it. I expected crying and anger and hot emo. My mom just smiled and said `We suspected since you were eight. We are happy for you'. Took the wind out of my sails. My dad asked `If I had sex with a guy, while we would like you to wait until you are older, there are condoms in the cookie jar on the fridge.' The cookie jar has not been opened...yet. I figured I would wait until seventeen. "Your dad seems like a very kind and loving father." Chris said wishing all fathers were so accepting. "He was very special." Zack struggled for a breath. "He died last year in a work related accident." Zack struggled to hold back the tears. "I miss him. He would have loved knowing that I had tea with the I. Guzzman. He was a fan too. Although he was not gay, he loved how you made honor, loyalty and love important in your stories. He always said these are the most important things whoever you are." "I am sure you have many good memories of them." Izzy said. "Cherish them and hold them close to your heart. For his love does not die." Zack sat quiet, then smiled. "I'll be seventeen in 24 days." Zack paused and looked at Chris and Tom. "I want my first time to be with someone who is special--kind, gentle, more experienced, hot." Zack looked again at Tom and Chris expectantly. Tom just looked at Zack totally disinterested so Zack continued. "How are your parents taking the change, Chris. I'm sure it was not a surprise because what I've seen on TV about transgender is that you make it known early that the gender is wrong." Chris bolted back in his chair as if he had been hit with a cannon; Tom and Izzy sat up right bristling. Zack froze with the reaction to his comment. He grasped Chris's hand, "I'm so sorry, I really sorry, I, I just assumed your parents were as cool as mine. I'm so stupid, I sorry," Zack abject state of panic prompted Chris to give a hollow laugh. "My father's reaction was not understanding in the least. He kicked me out of the house. I was 16, it was December, wearing what I had on...no shoes, no coat, just jeans and a T-shirt." The bitterness and anger edged from Chris. Chris took a deep breath centered himself. "No Zack, my parents are not understanding and supportive." Zack stared at Chris shocked, "I am so sorry Chris. I never would have if, God, Chris what the fuck did you do? I would have crawled back and begged." "I think my father expected me too, but I couldn't. I couldn't do dresses, makeup and be a girl. It would have killed myself. I know it is terrible to say but death was a far better option." Zack's expression was somewhere between stunned and awe at Chris's resolve. "How'd you survive?" Zack asked just curious. "I lived on the streets, a couple of older men took me under their wings, sheltered, family. Until I met Tom." Chris looked at Tom with admiration, not the kind dogs give masters but as an equal. "All this," Zack waved around the restaurant, "must be fucking intimidating--Pretty Womanish." "Yeah," Chris looked at the fountain, the crisp dressed wait staff, the trays of food, "Yeah, a bit overwhelming"--less than a week panhandling and scrounging behind restaurants. Chris reached out and grabbed Izzy and Zack's hands. "But I have found Tom and good friends who have accepted me into their lives." Chris started to cry and quickly snatch his napkin to his eyes. Izzy smiled at Chris, a slight tear in her eyes. "Chris, you are a wonderful, kind man and your friendship is valued." Zack nodded agreement. She continued, "If you don't mind me asking, do you hate your parents for their callous behavior," she then added, "because you have every reason to." Chris pause debating to answer but, "For the first several months I was terribly angry, toxic anger. The night I was ejected, I went to a friend's house and they took me in with open arms--diametric from my parent's reaction. I could have stayed there, but I knew I was toxic and I did not want to poison them, so I fabricated an aunt in Wisconsin where I would live and finish school. Even had them drop me off at the bus station... I hated lying to them...Once they were gone, I snuck out of the bus station and a week later I ran into Hank. He knew immediately I was homeless and made me part of his family. I was so lucky to meet him otherwise I might not have survived, I could have become an addict, pimped for a fix and dead at 19 like so many others I saw." Chris stopped, held his breath and looked at Tom. "Once I was safe with Hank and Dion, I realized that my anger was dangerous to me and not productive. I sought understanding and forgiveness, even if my parents will never know. I do." "How could you ever forgive your parents for that." Zack's indignation in every word. Izzy gave Chris a warm smile that Chris appreciate. "I finally understood my father. My father wanted a boy but I was born a girl, so I was still named after my father Chris as in Christina to replace his Christopher. Chris was his compromise name. Growing up I act as a boy. It was OK to be a tomboy. We went to baseball games, camping, all the things that a father and son do. At thirteen the curse came. For me it was the curse. Anyway, my father suddenly could not pretend I was a boy and all the activities we did stopped cold." Chris sighed, "I was deeply hurt. I did not understand then how gender bound my father was." Chris looked at Izzy whose face acknowledged understanding. "So, when my frustration peaked and I announced at Christmas that I wanted surgery to become a boy, he felt guilty. It was his fault because he treated me like a boy all those years. His guilt took dangerous roots from an ill-intentioned psychiatrist." Chris let a small tremor seize his body. "Understanding, however, does not make what he did right. And the forgiveness was for my sanity not his." Zack looked at Chris wanting to show pity but he realized that Chris did not want any pity. What happened in Chris's life were events that shaped where he is but not who he is. Pride and self-worth do not allow pity. "What about your mother and sister? Didn't they intervene?" Chris laughed slightly at Zack's question. "My father was furious, livid furious above all the other emotions. My mother, more traditional, was always second to my father, even though she is an H. R. manager. And Britney, my sister was fourteen, not an age to protest." Chris smiled at Tom, "You will like her. She was smart enough to know that once I was out of the house I would be too stubborn to return. She filled my backpack with warm cloths, granola bars, billfold and money she had been saving and threw them out her bedroom window to me." Chris paused again on the edge of tears, "Last time I saw her was her leaning out the window yelling that she loved me." Chris grabbed his napkin again. "I have not spoken to her since. I do not want to threaten her relationship with our parents" Chris looked at Tom and his friends and knew he was good. "Now, nothing more about my pathetic past. I'm here to enjoy the company of Ms. Guzman, Tom and Zack." Chris smiled an appreciative smile at Izzy. "Are you working on a new book, and Zack, here, is a huge fan?" Izzy demurred about discussing her new book. Zack, however, started peppering her with questions about characters in some of the books, which Zack seemed to know more about than Izzy. Several changes in patrons and pots of tea latter. Izzy looked at her watch, which was a diamond and sapphire pendant on a delicate gold chain around her neck." Good lord," she exclaimed, "it is almost 5:00. I need to meet my son and his wife at 7:00. They are in town for a couple of day." She turned to Chris and Tom, "I would love for you to meet him, if you have time. He might help with some of your fears Chris." Chris looked at Tom anxious, "I think tomorrow night. I would like to take all of you out for supper." "I think that is possible, but it needs to be more child friendly. They have a ten-year old, who thinks she is very mature, but still prefers chicken tenders to filet." "A hamburger joint OK." "Perfect." "7:00 good?' "6:00 would be better." "Great." "Izzy," Chris tentatively asked, "could I ask a favor, and if you think it rude please tell me. I will not be offended." "Dear, for you anything." "Could you autograph a book?" Izzy gave Chris a stern look and then grinned. "I would be delighted." Chris reached below the table and place a book in front of Izzy. "My god, this is the first book I ever wrote, pure trash. Where in the world did you find it." "A gay book store Tom knows here in Chicago," Chris replied, please to have surprised Izzy, and then add three more books. "Darling, you are precious and devious, You are Beorn cottaging me." Izzy said as she looked at the pile. "Could you please sign mine too," Zack quickly added a book to the pile. "I gave a copy to my mother when I came out." Zack smiled plaintively at Izzy. "It really smoothed her fears." "Oh, honey, with a reason like that how could I ever refuse," Izzy replied in her most motherly tone. Once done Izzy said, "Gentlemen, this has been a great pleasure. Zack you are a fine young man, and I hope that you find the right person for your first. Chris, Tom I will see you tomorrow night." "We'll will pick you up in Cedrick limo, if that is OK at five." "I'll text you where they are staying. And my granddaughter, Martha--awful name for a child, but they did not ask me--will be in heaven to ride in a limo. `Till then." Izzy rose with a flourish and the three boys rose too. She gave Zack a big huge and whispered something in his ear that made him blush. Izzy gave out a loud laugh and went to huge Chris and Tom. "See you tomorrow." She declared as she left. Chris, Tom and Zack returned to their seats. "She is something," Zack said, "Nothing like I imagined from her novels. I really like her." "She is her own woman." Chris nodded. "Five and an evening before us." Tom looked at Chris and Zack. "Want to see a movie and then have pizza? If you can Zack" Zack pulled out his cellphone and quickly called home and said he would be late. Midnight curfew acknowledge since he had no school the next day because of Spring Break. As Chris, Tom and Zack walked into the hotel room, Chris grouched, "That movie was horrible. The characters were horrible. Are there really people that feel so privileged to act that bad?" "Yes, there are people like that, and I know several of them and have met many more," Tom replied. "All the guys were so hot." Zack added. "Hot and amoral." Chris responded. "Why did you take us to this movie?" "I saw the play in London several years ago. The play is way better. But those kind of people exist and attend fashion shows. They expect their pedigree, money, or status will give them the right to fuck you. They are charming, attentive and generous until you give them your ass, then you are nothing but a cheap whore. So be warned." "Did you fall into that trap?" Chris asked as he and Tom walked into the kitchenette for water. "No, they are afraid of me and my family. But I have seen many a naive young man seduced and discarded." As Tom and Chris returned to the living area, Tom abruptly stopped and went still. "Shit" Tom said anger in his voice. On the sofa lay Zack naked grinning at how clever he was--stiff with anticipation. "What the hell do you think you are doing Zack?" Tom said harshly. Chris was giving Zack a "what the hell do you think you are doing stare." "At tea, I mentioned I was going to be sixteen very soon and wanted my first experience to be amazing." Zack looked at the faces of Tom and Chris and gulped. "I mean we went to the movies and had pizza. And you have been very nice. And...." Zack flushed red and tried curing into himself as he realized he misinterpreted. No, let his hormonal fantasy run free without asking. Chris interrupted, "The movie and pizza was not Netflix and chill; sex was never part of the plan." Zack sat quiet for a moment pouting, trying to shift the evidence in his favor, but all the excitement was drained. "I thought you liked me and found me attractive." Tom came beside Zack and handed him his clothes. "We do like you; otherwise, we would not be spending time with you. And you are a very attractive, very young man. You are only sixteen," "Almost seventeen." "You are underage and we could be arrested if we had sex with you." Tom explained trying to ease Zack's hurt feelings. Zack looked at Chris hoping for support from Chris. "Didn't you occasionally have sex with older men when you were on the street." Chris gave Zack a look that would blacken the sun. "I mean I don't know for a fact you did, but I have seen on TV stories about homeless boys." Zack had his pants on but no shirt and was putting on shoes. Chris sat next to him, "Zack, I will not lie to you and say I did not have sex with older men, some much, much older. It was for survival and not pleasure. And each of them could have been arrested and sent to jail if I had yelled rape. But living on the street, you can assume so easily the mentality of victim and suffer in silence. I was fortunate that I had Hank and Dion. The three of us usually made it without my tricking." Zack looked at Chris with doubt. "No, I never had sex with either nor did they every request it." Chris handed Zack his shirt. "Now finish dressing, and Tom will call a cab to take you home." Chris bent over and gave Zack a kiss on the check. "I want you to know that I am very honored that you want Tom and me to be your first. The first should be special, but Tom and I are just starting our relationship, and we need to bond with each other before there is room for a third, however sexy and cute." Zack gave Chris a big smile and a quick kiss on the lips. He smiled deviously, "I at least I can tell everyone at school that I kissed a hot model." He and Chris rose from the sofa as Zack finished putting on his shirt and then grabbed his jacket. At the door, Tom gave Zack a firm hug. "A cab is waiting downstairs for you. Fare and tip is paid, so don't let him try to say otherwise. If he tries, tell him Mr. Greenwood will find out and he will be banned from transporting hotel guests." "You are wise Obi Wan." Zack left Tom's embrace to join Chris's. "I hope the exhibition on the sofa will not hurt our relationship. I value that more than you will know." Chris and Tom assure Zack that they were good. As they shut the door, Tom said to Chris, "Did you see how beautiful Zack's cock was." "He will make the right man very happy." Chris replied as the door fully shut. Zack heard their comments and smiled happy with himself.