Alek in Wonderfuland

By T. Chase McPhee

Published on Jun 21, 2023

Gay

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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 09 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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All through dinner that evening, Slim knew Keb and Johnny didn't mean to `slight' him. He didn't see any harm in canvassing the restaurant, beyond their table.

Then it happened, which Slim feared at first, making eye contact. Happens, eyes meeting, a connection made, `the nod'...soon, the guy at the other table is found out, dude dining with him, looking behind his back, spotting Slim. Being prudent, not wanting a fist shoved in his face, Slim distances himself, lifting the menu up.

Lowering it, so only his eyes peep above the top, Slim sees his mark.

The dude is standing there, alone, still wondering `what he did wrong', to make his date get up and walk out.

Yet, the dude not making any effort to run after his date, Slim smiles, seeing everything working out to his advantage!

"Damn I feel so bad for him," Slim thinks out loud.

Well, it made Johnny and Keb wise to the fact, eyes darting to their lefts.

"Feel bad for who?" Johnny asks, which after saying, casts his eyes over Keb's shoulder.

Wise words of wisdom, Keb directs a cue, "What you waiting for Slim?"

Getting the message, in a nice way, Slim now had reservations about what was developing between Keb and Johnny, "What about us?"

"What about us?" Keb smooths his hand over Johnny's shoulder, round the back.

Officially, in his own mind, Slim knew their threesome was developing into `3 is a crowd,' "Nice knowin' ya!"

Standing, Slim didn't even notice the napkin on his lap, tucked into his belt, was being carried along with him!

"Really," the stranger says, standing at his table, "there's extra napkins to be had?"

Slim looks down. Whereas he thought the dude was checking him out below the belt, Slim sees the object of the joking, "Oh," he whips the napkin from covering up, "Trust me, I wasn't trying to hide...anything!"

Letting Slim know from the start, if this indeed was the beginning of something, being he was out on a date, before his date up and left him, "That's okay. I'm not one of those guys, solely out for..." he looks around and seeing it not very private to say, "you know?"

Within minutes, Slim had learned `Patrick' was out on a date with a dude his cousin set him up with.

"Trust me, I don't have it in me to be mean, but, bless his heart, we weren't making a go of anything," Patrick cheerfully says.

"I wouldn't know," Slim smiles, beard adding to the joy he felt, "I wasn't really paying attention to your date."

Nodding towards Johnny and Keb, Patricks inquires, "What about your friends?"

Looking back at the two, whom had paused in saying sweet nothings to each other, smile at Slim.

"They're very encouraging," Slim replies.

"Shy?" Patrick thinks it, Slim's friends coaxing him over.

"Yes and no."

"Oh," Patrick didn't know what to make of it. Regardless, "Want to sit down?"

It did cross Slim's mind, "Love to!"

Slim's story was quick; taxi driver, lost job, tagging along with a bunch of guys, until they reach New Jersey, corrects himself, `Jersey!'

"What's your story?"

"I'm from Connecticut, out here visiting my cousin. I'm at the end of my vacation, before heading back home to work a little for the summer, then getting ready for college."

Slim assumes, "Back to Connecticut, then?"

"Uh, for a short time with the family, but I decided to transfer at the end of last semester, because the college I was going to didn't offer the courses I wanted."

"Oh," Slim replies.

"So, what's in Jersey for you?" Patrick was comfortable with `Jersey'!

Other than the road trip to get there, Slim says, "Not sure. My friends are headed for college, but as you can tell, I'm a little too old for that crowd!"

"Nonsense," Patrick replies, "I know guys twice your age who go to college. You're never too old to learn!"

"I'd like to learn more about you!" Slim smiles.

Patrick can't get over it, even from when he walked into the restaurant with his date. Looking over to where the trio sat, the same occurring incidence takes place, "I love it when you smile."

"Really?" some of Slim's teeth show, with this grin!

Reaching across the table, gut reaction, to fondle the tip of Slim's chin, Patrick renders, "I love your beard."

Withdrawing his hand, Slim says with the alluring smile, "Feel free to touch, anywhere!"

He wanted to too, Patrick responding, "Love to, but I don't go home with guys on the first date."

"Date. Right," Slim realizes. "So, did you order?"

Coming in after they did, Patrick says, "Didn't even make up my mind. Have any clues?" he picks up the menu, purposely turning it about, as if a map to the inside of a pyramid.

Looking across the way, Slim sees a waiter taking an order from Johnny and Keb, "I had the menu in front of me, but confess I wasn't paying much attention to it!"

"Frankly, my date picked out this place. Me? My stomach would be happy with something simpler. We both didn't order, so we could...if you wanted to..."

"Yeah, would be cool," Slim reads Patrick's mind.

The two immediately get up before the waiter had the time to take their order.

"I need to let my friends know I'm not leaving with them."

While at it, Patrick follows him over, meeting Johnny and Keb.

Leaving, Slim says, "And oh, don't wait up for me!"

While on their way out, Patrick had a few questions about Slim's friends, wondering if he was attached to either.

Slim's answer was in the past tense, "Both, but not the way you're thinking it!"

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By the time everyone talked through lunch, did a little sightseeing, window-shopped, the morning turned into afternoon, returning to the hotel about 1:00.

One-by-one, two-by-two, they met in the palm grove of sofas.

Alek never got the chance to leave. He felt compelled to stay, listening to half of Zack's life story, from the reasons which brought him to London West, right up to where he came out of the manager's office with a frown on his face!

Giving advice out, Alek, seeing Zack had gone unrewarded for his hard work, witnesses Zack literally, kissing this place goodbye.

Which is most likely the reason Zack, at the end of his tale, winding up entirely not the way he planned it, "Maybe I should think about making a change in my life?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" Alek knew, but wanted to hear it said with conviction.

Smiling, because Zack knew the reverse psychology being used on him, "I definitely need to do something, instead of waiting around for the next guy to get ahead of me."

In retrospect, not which it wasn't obvious, there was an age difference of about fifteen years, Alek, the younger, "I was hoping you would make that choice."

Knowing the score, Alek and his friends heading out for `Jersey', Zack was hoping for an invitation. When it didn't develop, he followed his intuition, looking into those eyes, "I was hoping I could tag along?"

Half-crocked smile, Alek says, "I was hoping for more than that!" Reaching across the table, wrinkling the linen, his hand meeting Zack's five digits, which causes him to stop playing with the fork.

"Really? You're okay with an older man?"

"I figured you already got that impression, after telling you about my park-mens-room escapades?"

He had to think about it a minute, Zack coming to conclusion, "That's right...you did mention meeting up with men,' as opposed to boys!'" Still, a little nervous, since he was digging Alek for being kind to him, for being `beautiful,' "Um, just how old would I have to be to qualify?"

With question, Alek asks, "For what?"

"To qualify to be a `man?'"

"Drop your pants and I'll give you my assessment - not! Let's just be adult about it?"

Zack pretty much thought that summed it up, Alek putting them both in the same `age' category, "No problem!"

Thinking he was a little harsh, "Besides, if you did happen to be a boy and not a man, I'd have to lower my expectations."

"I thought we were being adult about it?"

Smiling, thinking he did say that, Alek clears his slate, "I think we should see if we're compatible at least. Sure would hate to do a road trip with a guy I didn't get a long with?"

"Oh, I'm with you on that one," `the old man' replies!

Though, Alek knew, if he couldn't find release with Zack, there was always Slim or Arne to fall back on...after thoughts not taking it literally!

"Name the place and the time," Zack smiles.

"Bedtime. My room."

"Maybe I should put it on my calendar so I don't forget!"

"I can't believe you would forget something like me?"

Grasping Alek's hand, Zack says, "Of course I won't forget. How could I ever leave you waiting for my talented lips?"

"Dropping hints?"

"Or making your balls pulse. Whatever comes first!"

"I have to admit. They aren't, but I'm sure you have expertise in that department?" Alek sits back, allowing Zack's fingers slip out of his hand.

"Oh, lots. More than those one night stands you had in the park!"

"I never met anyone at night, in the park."

Seeing Alek taking everything so literal, Zack says, "I better keep my mouth shut before I get into trouble!"

"Yeah, you better. Relax those jaw muscles before I give them a good workout tonight!"

If Alek wasn't pulsing, Zack took up the slack, pleading, "Uh, are you having dessert?"

Too wise for `the old man', Alek replies, "Need time for things to settle down, Zack?"

"Yeah, you mind?"

"Not a bit. Could use some downtime myself!"

"No kidding? Really?"

After dessert, things had quieted down, both heading out to the lobby. Just sitting, Alek looks across the way, "Here's my boys!"

He didn't say, but Zack knew some of them were not boys, picking Aronold out of the crowd, knowing he belonged to the bunch, "Boys? I think I see some adults as well?"

It earned Zack a nudge of an elbow to the ribs!

"Hey, you wouldn't believe it," Johnny says, all perky, "but we all met at the same time out front of the hotel."

"Oh really?" Aronold's eyes are trying to add it all up, "Where's Slim?"

Keb answers, "Oh, he went off with some dude, from the restaurant we were eating at," squeezes Johnny's hand.

"He said not to wait up for him," Johnny shares the rest.

Not sure of this, Aronold interrogates, "Well, either of you know who this guy is and where they've gone?"

"Oh sure," Keb reponds, "Slim brought Patrick over to the table to meet us before he took off."

"He's an okay guy," Johnny felt comfortable. Then in horror, a dreaded look coming over him, "Why? Do you think something bad is going to happen to Slim?"

Johnny was not prepared for what came up next, his cell phone ringing. He stood there in fact, doing nothing!

"Uh, Johnny, your cell phone is ringing?" Alek didn't even know he had one, but being it was several jingles later he didn't question it just now.

"My cell? Oh yeah, my cell," he checks pants pockets. "Got it," Johnny treats it as if a hot potato.

Slowly walking over by Keb, Alek leans to his ear, "Did a little shopping while you were out?"

"No. It's Slim's phone. He gave it to Johnny."

Overhearing it, Aronold, who has been informally appointed holy leader over the bunch, by Alek, hears Keb's reply, "Oh great. There Slim is, off on some jaunt to who knows where and with no way to contact us. Smart," he ends it sarcastically.

"What?" they hear Johnny exclaim, by taking the conversation out of listening reach.

Standing with Adam, Drew says, "Might be Slim."

"Yeah, it could be?" Adam adds. Then he goes on to tell Drew, when they were out, his former master was always asking him for his cell number to give out, because he never called himself!

"And if you forgot it, Adam?"

"Small infractions get lesser punishments, a few whacks on the ass with a paddle. Then again, if the guy was hot and the cell number not to be had, could be more intense, say a strap across the back, if `I' was the cause of losing a contact with a really steamy guy," Adam ends on a light note, not owned anymore.

"Did you ever forget?"

"Nope, but when I was out with the master, I always gave him competition."

"Strange."

"How so?" Drew was curious.

"Even though I had no freedom to arrange my own date with a guy, if my former master felt inclined, he would go ahead and set up a date. I rarely lost out anyway, the hot dude coming up with a pen."

Thinking something bold, with the ability to have a cock-attack, Drew asks, "And paper?"

"Every time that happened I hoped it wasn't a laundry pen. I would hate walking around with a phone number written across my chest!"

"Oh," Drew giggles, "I thought maybe he'd write it on the barrel of your dick!"

"Yeah, but when I was out with the master, I wore a bird cage."

Adam knew Drew would flunk at this one!

"A bird cage?" Drew had on his mind a pet canary he had as a kid.

Using all his fingers, crunched up together into a `trunk', Adam educates, "Yeah, a thing with bars all around. Kept my cock snugly in place, where I couldn't touch it."

"I get it, but what happens if you decide, or be it can't help it, start to get hard?"

Slapping hands together in a clap, Adam says, "Squish, it would bulge at the sides and man did it make the tip uncomfortable. Then again, I wasn't allowed to get hard until the master willed it."

"What? That's so insane!"

Finishing up with listening in to Aronold's conversation with Johnny, after he returned, Eric Nefflette walks over, "What's insane?"

"Never mind," Drew replies. "What's up with Johnny?"

"That wasn't Slim on the phone, which has made Aronold kind of touchy. Alek, he's not too cool about it either," Eric tells them.

"It it wasn't Slim," Adam asks, "then who was it?"

"Johnny claims, the only other person who had his number was Deric. Seems Deric's plans didn't pan out, so asked to come back to the group."

Drew says, "That's weird. Seemed like Deric was gung ho into becoming a big porn star."

"What happened?" Adam asks.

Eric says, "I don't know. Johnny didn't say much. Only asked Alek if it was okay and hung up."

Connecting his thoughts to a porn studio, Drew says, "I guess we'll have to wait for the steamy details!"

Just then, who should come through the revolving doors, "Hey guys! I thought I should check in and forgot, I gave my cell to Johnny, so here I am in person!"

Throwing his palms out to the side and up, Slim announces his presence.

Looking to Keb, Aronold says, "At least some of us have a brain in our head!"

"Me?" Keb's eyes turn wide, a hand goes to midchest, like he was checking if he was having a heart attack. Then to Johnny, "He thinks it's my fault!"

Placing an arm around Keb's arm, Johnny cozies up to him, "That's because you're so good at taking care of me!"

"Mm-m, baby," Keb gets sweet on Johnny, "does that mean I get a kiss?"

Raw at these things, Johnny says, "More. If you want to, you can suck my cock?"

He would have laughed, only knew Johnny was dead serious, all smiley with innocence, "Hmm, I think I might be needing a tonsillectomy tonight!"

After taking the heat from Aronold and constructive criticism from Alek, Slim spots, "Johnny!"

Then, from Slim, Keb gets the backlash, "I thought you were going to tell them I was headed over to Jaeson's place?"

Rather than discuss it, Keb makes it brief, "I did, but they wanted more than that to go on. By the way, what's he like in bed?"

"We never got there."

Very remorseful, that Slim never made it to bed with Patrick, Keb places a hand on his shoulder, "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby."

"That's okay. It's not like I'm not going to see him again. Oh, by the way Johnny, I gave Patrick my...your cell number."

"Great. Then I'll have 3 numbers in here," Johnny says with excitement, like he's got a new toy!

"What about Arne and Alek?" Slim suggests.

"Cool!" Johnny exclaims, "Be right back!"

Walking up to Aronold, even though he was setting limits, boundaries, preliminary rules, he's hit with Johnny squeezing in on the conversation, "I need your cell phone numbers!"

Aronold, a couple of inches taller than Johnny, looks over his head at Alek, "Did you invite him?"

Smiling, Alek says, "No, but I'm glad he could make it."

"I'm not intruding, am I?" Johnny innocently asks.

"Yes and no," Aronold keeps his cool.

"Think nothing of it, Johnny," Alek says.

"Great. You first," he hands his phone to Aronold.

While Aronold punched in the facts, Alek quizzes him, "You and Keb, you're getting kind of close, huh?"

It seemed that way, especially from Keb's direction, though Johnny disputes, "We're just friends. Keb is gonna suck me tonight, but we're not going to do any fucking around."

After handing Johnny his phone back, Aronold says, "On that note I think I'll have a little chat with Slim."

His back was to Aronold, but turning back around, Johnny pleads, "Don't be too cruel with Slim?"

"Cruel, huh? Now there's something I didn't think of!"

"Don't mind him, Johnny," Alek says, multi-tasking, "Aronold is trying to be funny again."

"He is funny," Johnny replies.

"Yeah," Alek replies, handing Johnny his phone, "almost as much as a barrel of monkeys!"

"Wait. Is that supposed to be funny?" Johnny keeps a straight face.

He was ready to spring a prank, but Alek out-foxes him, "If you think it is, it is, Johnny!"

After forcing out a giggle, Johnny says, "It is. A little."

Taking Johnny under his wing, Alek goes on to the gathering, saying, "Tomorrow we're all getting new cell phones."

"But I have one," Johnny disputes.

"I know, but you don't how old that one is, Johnny."

"I can ask Slim?"

"Nah," Alek thinks quick, "we don't want to hurt his feelings, do we?"

It made only a little sense to Johnny, but he trusts Alek, "Okay, if you say so."

Gathered in the lobby, they decide to have Alek and Johnny wait it out, for Deric's return, the others headed back to the hotel suite to shower, rest and do `other things of necessity.'

While waiting in the lobby, more than once Alek's eyes picked up the snobby desk clerk walking past. At least one crack at it, he hoped for a closer perimeter to himself and Johnny, stick his foot out, trip the snobby bitch, tumble the bastard right onto his ass. He never came within foot distance, which left Alek's foot disappointed!

"There's Deric," Johnny pointed towards the lobby doors. Still with arm extended, he races over.

Throwing himself into Deric's arms, Alek at first took notice of Johnny, but then his gaze focused on the two gaining proximity, "Uh, I think you're being followed, Deric," he greets the 19-year old.

"Oh them," Deric evaded the issue, "I met them on the set. I mean, the job I was supposed to have, but didn't."

"What happened?" Johnny asks. "I thought you were going to be a movie star, Deric?"

He remembers telling Johnny, but Deric refreshes, "Porn star. Yeah, but it didn't work out."

Rather than discuss the reasons why, Alek steps up to them.

Deric sensed the hastiness for intro's, "Guys, this is Mat and Jaeson."

"Mat?" Johnny says, like he was asking him.

Turning around, Johnny on his right shoulder, behind him, "This is my buddy, Johnny, I was telling you about."

"Hi, Mat," Johnny goes for his hand first.

"Hey," Mat says, shaking Johnny's hand, but not reacting the way Johnny was, wanting to do more than a handshake, an affectionate kiss, perhaps.

Gut reaction, Johnny says, "You're beautiful. Were you going to be a movie star too?"

It's then Mat got the impression, Johnny coming onto him, which made Mat take more notice, "Yeah, but like Deric...well, truthfully, if it wasn't for your buddy, probably Jaeson and me still would be!"

Alek jokes, shaking Jaeson's hand, "What'd they do? Throw you three into bed and you didn't like each other? Trust me, I'd have no problem!" Alek laughs.

"Hardly," Jaeson replies. "If they did that, I would have thought about signing a contract immediately!"

"Long story," Deric butts in, "but can I have a word with you Alek?"

While Johnny converses with Mat and Jaeson, Alek led Deric off to one of the palm court sofas, but they didn't sit.

It didn't take much effort for Deric to tell, like himself, headed to Hollywood to become a star, or as his interest extended, could have been a stunt man. The moment presenting itself and no way to make a living, Deric jumped on the opportunity, when a director offered him a spur of the moment job.

"You learn and you get burned, you don't do it again," Deric lay words of wisdom on Alek.

"Yeah. Right. But tell me, do you trust these guys?"

"Mat and Jaeson? I think they're cool. We watched each others backs when we were at the studio."

Having explained, without going into a heap of detail, Deric, Mat and Jaeson came on board at Man Fan Studios at the same time.

From the receptionist area they were led to locker rooms, where they `nicely ordered' to strip-down-naked. A dude, in only Alex Nouguet briefs, led them to the studio.

Dark, dreary and smelling like the windows had been closed for years, Deric told how, once the door was closed, seemingly latched tight by lock and key, the atmosphere changed drastically.

"It was Jaeson who asked, `Like, where's the beds?' and it's then Mat and I got the idea something was wrong here."

"Brick walls and shiny chains," Alek sums it up, "I hardly think it's anything like a bedroom?"

"Exactly what Mat said. Then, unlike the reception area, the tone of the director we met, changed like day and night. He started shouting orders at us."

"So you hightailed it out of there?" Alek guesses.

"Not quite. Other guys approached us and damn were they intimidating. One ran his hand down my six pack and said out loud, so we all could hear, `Hot. We'll make sure we set you up for the scene where the captive gets gut punched.'"

"I'm sure you had something to say about that?"

"Of course, but with 3 tough guys and the director I wouldn't have made it to the door."

"Let me guess," Alek guesses, "you played a long?"

"Yes and no. What I did is, I out-foxed them!"

"I think I need to sit for this one," Alek walks over to a sofa and drops his butt in.

Following, Deric tells his tale like he's proud, "Well, what I did was ask if there's a screen test? The big dummy asks me `What-the-fuck?' and looks to the director."

"Was he really dumb?"

"Oh, you better believe it! Fell for it, like a ton of bricks. More important, the director liked the idea. Since there were 3 of them and 3 of us, I evened up the score by dividing us up. To up the ante, I asked the roughneck if he had a pair of boxing gloves. He was more than happy to oblige. I checked his crotch!" Deric breaks from serious to laughing.

The situation not looking like it turned out ugly for Deric and the other two, Alek laughed.

"Yeah, and he was much liking my idea!"

"Make it quick or we'll never get to the club tonight," Alek had glanced up.

"Okay, well it turns out there was no audition or screen test. They were just going to throw me, Mat and Jaeson in chains and do whatever they wanted to to us, filming it. My plan worked like a charm though. With the 3 hoodlums in boxing gloves, it was easy for Mat, Jaeson and me to turn the tables. Funny how Mat and Jaes were so flexible, working as a team, grabbing up a length of chain and subduing our aggressors. Me, I kind of had a good time working `Mr. Big Stuff' over. I have to admit, my foot hurt kinda bad after kicking him in the balls. Leather is tough, you know?"

"I can imagine," though Alek could relate, one of his `park tricks' showing up in chaps and harness one afternoon.

"Yeah. A little worse than a toothache!"

"What about the director?"

"I suppose he would have called it an `outtake', ran the camera all by himself. I'm surprised he had the brains!" Deric laughs. "After I hit the dude hard enough to get his balls over the goal posts, a punch to his beer-belly was enough to send him flat on his back."

"Did earthquake sirens go off?"

"They don't have earthquake sirens. That's tornados, Alek."

"Really?" Alek knew he had it wrong, "What else?"

"As a `going away present,' we left the two in chains hanging till their toes couldn't touch the floor. Fat boy, it took the three of us to lift him up and throw him on a table. Nice, there were cuffs there to fasten him to it."

"The director?"

"We tied him to a post. Jaes said he knew what a chain with two clamps attached were for and showed us how to attach them to the guy's nips."

"The director's? Bet he was happy about that!" Alek wasn't too saddened!

"Well," Deric leans to the side of the sofa, "All was not lost. Got myself this very nice leather director's bag," he sets it on his lap, reaches in, "cleaned out the receptionist's locker," places a fistful of Nouguet briefs on Alek's lap, "and the big gift to myself, this nifty hand held cam!"

Alek relaxed sorting out the briefs to look, "Awesome!"

"Yep and later, I thought I'd show the guys how Mat, Jaes and me took care of business!"

"They're not going to come looking for you, are they?"

"Who?" Deric throws out the biggest clincher, calling himself and the other two, "Hans Hammerhead, Arce Crevici and Drew Driver?"

"They give you these names?" Alek looks at Deric with an inquiring mind.

"Nope," Deric says with pride, "we thought them up all by ourselves!"

"Quite an imagination you have. Let me guess, you're Hans Hammerhead?"

"Good guess," they both get a laugh out of it, Deric's hand outlining the tube in his jeans.

Cutting to the chase, Deric says, "So, it's okay if Mat and Jaes come along with us?"

Getting up, Alek forgets the Nouguet briefs are on his lap, half catching them, getting dumped on the floor. Bending over to pick them up, he says, "Don't even think about it Deric."

Taking it the wrong way, Deric is disappointed, "No?"

"I mean," Alek sees the impression he's got, "Yes. It's okay if they come along. The more `dick', the merrier!"

Deric was just glad Alek approved. Whatever happened afterwards, "Sure!"

Looking around, the trio, which included Johnny, had vanished.

"Knowing Johnny, he probably was okay with taking them up to our room."

So, that's where they headed. They talked about a few things, already in place. One, Aronold being the one to answer to if anything should go wrong.

From bad family experiences at home, which prompted Deric to runaway, he sighs, "Not another dad to try to run my life?"

"You know Arne. He's not like that?" Alek protests.

"I know. It's just that, I became my own man, being out there on my own and more important, I had Johnny to look after."

Smiling, which comes with breaking with a dysfunctional family, something Alek can relate to, "Did some growing up, did you?"

"I think we both did, Johnny and me."

Before they could discus more, the elevator door opens, right into their suite.

Looking around, Deric asks, ducking his head from the shaft, "Where's the hallway?"

"Hey, from now on, we're living in style...the power of plastic money!" Alek smiles, leading the way out.

Walking into the main room, a few feet from the elevator, was like entering a surprise party...

"Hey, Hammerhead, come hammer me!" Slim leads the gang.

Taking it in stride, Deric yells out, "Thanks, Drew Driver and," translating from the `Itatian,' "Ass Crevice!"

What took Deric all that time to explain, Mat and Jaeson had told the story of their porn careers gone wrong in like 5 minutes.

Stashed away in one of his boxes, Aronold had a pair of boxing gloves. Shabby, at least they resembled a prop, Keb putting them on, Aronold not taking any responsibility.

"C'mon, Hammerhead, let's have it out," Keb got in Deric's face.

Deric replies, "They tell you how I subdued the big oaf?"

Keb swung one of his hands down in front of his pubes, "Got that covered!"

Barechested, it was a cinch for Deric to take his shot at Keb's right pec.

"Owch!" Keb calls out, completely distracted by Deric tweaking his right nip!

After that, Deric could have very well took his shot. It wouldn't have hurt his foot at all, not with Keb in his `Sailor Moon' boxer briefs!

They sat around for awhile, Adam hyping things up a bit, his knowledge about how his former master's basement playroom was arranged.

As if he were the knowledgeable one, Adam lays on them, "Master Bart had the usual, stocks, chains hanging from the ceiling, cuffs attached to the wall, more interesting stuff, like two 2x4's screwed together," he makes a big `x' with arms out in front, "which formed the perfect match for an guy, eagle-spread."

Slim got his dibs in, "Mm-mm, sounds yummy," he giggles!

"Yeah, that and more," Deric sideswiped Slim's ideas of a fun experience, for what could have been a good situation-gone-wrong.

What is more important, Alek brings up, "In case you're wondering what's going to happen next, we start our road trip."

Johnny, with an important question, poses, "I thought we were going to be party animals at a club, whatever that's supposed to mean?"

Keb he was ready to baby', but felt like it an intrusion, Mat sitting on Johnny's lap, which made Keb think, That happened quick!' Though, when he glances back straight, his vision hangs on Jaeson checking him out! It tickled Keb to think of it now, Mat moving in on his attachment to Johnny and his friend's reaction to having someone help themselves to sitting on his lap. He reconnects with Johnny's reaction, `What tha?'

However, Johnny was not complaining one bit now. With time spent with the unashamed group of new friends, Johnny has crossed over somewhat. It all started by running away from home, leaving his troubled life behind. Next, running into Deric, tough and kind, at least to him, it were the baby steps of coming out of his sensitive shell.

A couple of days with the gang and Johnny was already start to mimic them, not being afraid to try on the new, "Once, the pastor of our church, back home, made a big goof. He preached that people should be open to trying new things."

"Like, what would be wrong with that?" Drew was all for it.

Miguel, sides with Drew, "Comprendo?" Of Mexican descent, he grew up in an English-speaking world, so his Spanish wasn't too authenticate.

Deric, having been companion to Johnny, knew the `sermon.'

"It backfired on him, because people started to question him about gay marriage and other stuff taboo for church people," Johnny explains.

Jef was curious as all hell, "And what did he say?"

Jef's Uncle Eric had a notion, "Did the reverend happen to think it the perfect time to come out of the closet?"

It was a sensitive subject for Johnny. He got the whole idea about running away, from Pastor Johnson, after that fateful Sunday, "How did you know?"

Eric knew, "Just because a man wears a title, doesn't make him any different from any other man, catch my drift?"

Disputing the fact, or not quite grasping the context, Johnny says, "For a man of the collar, though?"

Using himself as an example, others he worked with, Eric says, "Some cops are out. Some are not. Me? I felt it was time. For everyone there is a time when they need to `bloom,' show who they really are and not give a damn what other people think. I have a sneaky suspicion this is what happened to your reverend?"

Inexperience at matters, Johnny shrugs his shoulder, "I guess."

In motioning his shoulders forward, it made Mat feel good inside, feeling Johnny's pecs on his back, only to have them retreat. It kind of gave him the feeling it could be a whole different scenario without shirts on.

"Uh, can we get back to checklists?" Alek rekindles thoughts of the road trip.

"Checklist?" Drew questions.

"Right. For instance, what clothes do you have in that backpack, Deric?"

Other than his jockstraps, which he didn't mention, Deric recalls, "Uh, other than a few personal items, 1 extra pair of jeans, 3 tee shirts, socks, um..."

With glee, Johnny recalls one leg of their trip westward, "Hey Deric, remember when we stopped by that brook to wash our clothes out?"

It put a toothy smile on Johnny's face, which acted as leverage for others wanting to know, Keb putting forth the question, "Want to tell us about it, baby?"

Deric by no means resembled a baby,' perhaps baby-faced', but responding to Keb's inquiry, it stirred up some horniness, "Not much to tell."

Conflicting with Johnny's account, thinking his buddy has forgotten the incident down at the ford in the river, "Really, Deric?"

Saving it for a personal memory, Deric blushes.

Alek on the other hand, was much too curious, "Come on Der, or else we'll have to have Mat and Jaes show us where that studio is!"

It gave Deric a little pulse between the legs. Sure, he wasn't into anything forced, but he did take pride in his worked up abs, not against having them tested now and then, something gathered from high school buds in the locker room. The other stuff, Deric also took pride in his big balls and not stretched too far away from his tall shaft, more banging against something, "Uh, no, I'll pass!"

"So?" Alek presses for details.

Normally, Johnny would pass the buck, sit back and take it all in, but being more inclined to protecting his friend, "Not much to tell. Just a guy like us, washing his clothes in the river."

Something didn't jive here, according to Eric. Former police officer, he's had his fair share of investigations, probing, "And?"

Neither Johnny, nor Deric forwarded any details, not sure which should take a turn, until Deric does come forth with a factual account, "We kept out shirts on until we saw this other dude strip off his pants."

Johnny adds, "And more!"

Mat felt disturbed by a force under his butt. From perplexity to a good feeling, he smiles.

"And what more would there be?" Slim coaxed the conversation onward.

In sarcastic tone, Deric makes it like nothing at all, "No problem, he washed his clothes butt-naked, so we did the same thing."

For Johnny, this was most unusual, "I've never been outside my house with less than shorts on!"

Thinking of the time he got locked out of his house, bending over for a newspaper at the front door, finding the need to have his uncle come to his rescue him from his nude predicament, "Turn on or turn off, Johnny?" Jef knew the answer for himself, even if it were Uncle Eric staring at him, cupping balls in hand!

Feeling the anxiety of his loins, Deric tells, "I think gravity had more of a play in it!"

It only made things linger on, which Alek had it in mind to get ready for the road by tomorrow morning, "Great. Not much different than the next guy, wanting to hear a steamy sex story...anyone want to show some interest in making up a checklist?"

Able to multi-task, they all surrounded Aronold and his laptop, pulling up a spreadsheet, listing the important things and obscure, clothing and condoms, while Deric told about approaching the nude clothes-washer.

Witness, out of being shy, Johnny has taken in the scene from afar, which he disputed one fact, "It was not. You approached him first, Deric!"

Making like he didn't honestly know, Deric says, "Oh, did I?"

From there, Johnny took over the narration, telling about the stranger, whom later they found out had been employed as a mechanic fallen on hard times. Out of work, unlike them, the 35-year old mechanic, was in the midst of changing jobs, seeking out a new life, different locale.

"Anything else we should know about?" Aronold tilts his chin up, stares at Johnny.

The storyteller didn't give much indication other than, "Then Deric and Mike went into the woods."

It left plenty for speculation, something which even Alek could not allow to go untold, "And?"

From Johnny, to the source, Deric gathers his thoughts, "Uh...you know, um, we had a nice time."

More honest and now unabashed at telling it like it is, Johnny says, "Mike sucked Deric's cock until it was all Deric could take. Then he fucked Mike."

Alek laughs, "Oh man, Johnny, you could have saved us tons of time, you know?"

Jaeson, hand down his pants, enlightens, "Yeah, but it was story enough for a good build!"

Having had his eyes set on the 21-year old, "Maybe we should go take care of that, baby?"

Knowing Alek wanted them to get their shit together, Jaeson says, "Uh, maybe Keb and me could work on our own checklist?"

It wasn't coming together as Alek planned, "Okay guys, but the day after tomorrow we're starting out and you all better have your itinerary together."

"Our what?" Miguel didn't get it.

"What you want to take with you," Johnny translates.

It didn't take much for Miguel to think on that one, having met a hot, Slavic boy, whose duty it was, to take hotel guests up and down the elevator.

Unfortunately, Peter didn't want to leave his job, which, after feeling how tight Miguel's hole was, convinced Miguel, making a move would not be lucrative for his future. Peter's big shaft also convinced the hotel manager, to lose Peter would be a terrible inconvenience, so it also provided Miguel with a job!

Considering everything which has transpired thus far, Alek awards first, "Well, good luck with that Miguel." Second thinking, Alek hoped Miguel's hole would always stay tight or else he might be out of a job!

When finally all was said and done, it was decided, their last night in Cali, they would whoop it up at a gay club and set out on their road trip at the light of dawn...or shortly thereafter.

With the guys breaking up into couples, Alek took tally, the pairing ups and those whom would be striking it out on their own.

Among the singles is where Alek found himself, with Adam, Aronold, Jef, Jef's `Uncle Eric' and Drew, it did occur to him, one of the hotel staff hitting on him. Though, it didn't enter his mind that this would be a long-lasting hookup, until tagged on the shoulder from behind...

"Excuse me there, Alek?"

Turning around, Zack put a smile on Alek's face. Last night, Alek had mistook Zack's intentions, a short romp in the sheets to relieve the day's tension as something which could be more permanent. Late into the evening, when he was supposed to be catching up on some sleep, Alek spent lying on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, Zack stroking his cock. He was getting sort of frustrated, because every time Alek felt like he was gaining momentum to spurt out his load, Zack would draw back!

"Don't tell me. You want to torture my cock some more, or is it 50 questions all over again?"

Ulterior motives, Zack knew he had to act quickly, after saying, "I'm sorry I led you on like that..."

"Led `me' on? On the contrary, Zack," Alek acts sarcastic, "I think you are quite talented at bringing a guy to blasting off, only to drawback...damn, if I were in a mood to make it last, last night, it would have been the perfect scenario."

Ready to spring it on Alek, the reason he made it like he was interested in sex, only to half-bore Alek to death, stroking, taking up the slack, Zack is interrupted, "He was doing it for me."

Cutting in on the 38-year old hotel worker's explanation, Alek steers his eyes to Zack's left, "Who are you?"

The attitude lingered, caught up in what was panning out to be a game, Zack making the rules, Alek a pawn on the Monopoly board and now a card of opportunity thrown in his direction?

"This is all my fault."

Zack turns to the Arabic dude, "It's not all your fault, Jeremi. If it's anyone's," Zack places a hand on his own chest, "it's mine."

It was kind of good Zack and, as Alek found out, `Jeremi', had it out, so he could study the situation. Rather than have it go on and on, with no conclusion, Alek gets the idea, "Okay Zack, so your hand massage was to keep me occupied while you found out that I was totally single, looking, a nice guy, financially situated...what else?" He didn't really want to know, "so, what's your game plan?"

Alek made a decision, right after he started boldly responding to his gay inhibitions, meeting up with tricks at the park mens room, it didn't matter if a dude were young or old, fat or skinny, buff, of color, or anything much else. They could even be on crutches or blind, but mainly, he wanted a guy who could be himself, interesting and...well as he lucked out right now, the dude Zack was trying to pawn off...

"Yeah, I did have a game plan," Zack admits, "and I apologize for coming on to you last night, but..."

"No problem," Alek jokes, especially since the outcome is on the awesome side, "at least I got to stroke your hairy chest!"

One of the quirks, Alek wasn't very hairy himself, but he loved feeling up a man's fur.

Thinking their time together was not a total failure for Alek, Zack responds, "Oh really?"

More apt to move on, Alek says, "So, what's with your young friend here?"

From first view, head to toe, Alek had figured Zack's friend were about the same height, maybe an inch or two taller, same age, but different hair color, arrangement of it about the chin, hairstyled differently...

"I am Jeremi Mahmood. Jeremi with an `i.' It is good to meet you Alek."

What could Alek possibly do at this point, being set up and Jeremi, with-an-i's hand in his hand, all ready to get acquainted?

"Alek," he was already mesmerized, suddenly waking up, "oh, but you know that already?"

Alek knew he was gawking, standing there with jaw dropped down, physically closing his mouth!

Zack was sneaky, but in a nice way. Instead of saying something like, `I'll leave you boys to get acquainted', he made a silent, almost cowardly exit.

As for Alek, he never noticed, being drawn up in Jeremi's looks.

If it weren't for Drew, jumping from conversation to the next, he would never had noticed, "Hey, who's your new friend?"

It's then Alek knew Zack, the coward, had taken off, with opportunity, "Hmm," but then pay attention to Drew's question, "this is Jeremi with an `i!'"

Drew didn't get `the handshake', right hands clutched, as Jeremi had followed through with, left hand around the forearm. Alek wondered what was with that, but it made him smile, his loins tingle a little!

"Hey Jeremi with-an-`i!'" It made Drew smile.

Then, more of the guys noticing, Jeremi really got it drilled into him, the `i,' but was always cordial in meeting Alek's friends.

After they all got over `Alek' hooking a hot new friend, leaving the two to themselves, Jeremi pops the question, "Would you like to come up to my suite?"

Doing the math real quick, Alek knew there were only 2 suites on the top floor. Depending on if you pushed the A' button or the B' button, presenting thumbprint ID, the elevator door would either open to a person's back or front. If a person knew they were headed to A', their back to would be at the B' side of the elevator when it opened.

Thinking of this, Alek says, "Just imagine if I hit the wrong button!"

Shaking his head, he didn't know, Jeremi says, "What?"

Okay, it told Alek something, maybe Jeremi as shallow as Johnny, when it came to goofing around about man-sex, thought he went for it, "Sneaking up to me from behind?"

Unknown to Jeremi, he was more with it than Johnny, though play it cool, "I didn't even know you then?"

Treading carefully, Alek replies, "Good thing, because I generally don't care for it that way!"

He hoped he sent a message.

Fortunately, not that dense, Jeremi says, "Me neither. I would much rather be on my knees, begging you!"

It made them both smile, like some life understanding situation had passed between them.

When the guys came over, Alek had found that Zack had disappeared, which had him labeling the turncoat as coward', but wasn't too hard on him, because he was liking the deception. So what?' Alek was chocking it up to, a night in bed with Zack, the slow build up, boring questions, at least he got a nice blast out of it.

For Zack, he got answers to his questions and a nice nightcap!

"The guys," Alek stirs up interest, "are headed out to the club. Sort of a `farewell' as we head out on our road trip tomorrow, if you want to go?"

"You don't want to see my suite?"

Alek knew, both suites identical, except for the persons whom stay there and as much as he would like to get Jeremi stripped down, tongue wrapped around his shaft, it's Johnny's whining that cans that idea, "Are you ready, Alek?" Addressing Jeremi, Johnny smiles, says, "Hi again!"

It made Jeremi smile, Alek treating Johnny in a smug way, instead of telling him to `beat it.'

Hand on Johnny's shoulder, Alek says, "Sure. Give us a minute, okay Johnny?"

Turning around, Alek was met with a smile, which prompted him to ask Jeremi, "What?"

"Nothing," Jeremi replies.

That night, Alek was a little annoyed.

Entering their room, Jeremi wasn't sure where he was supposed to sleep.

Before Alek could offer assistance, Zack was on it, "There's a warm place right here?" he shimmies his butt towards the outer edge of the bed, patting the place in which he was warming up to Alek.

Thinking of himself as the alpha', especially since it was really his' bed, since `he had paid' for the suite, Alek forgets all about jealousy, looking upon Jeremi, shucking his shorts!

Instead of `reading Zack his rights,' Alek acts in agreement, "Yeah, c'mon," joking, maybe as a means of getting even, "it was getting a little boring in here anyway!"

Knocking off a facetious laugh, "Oh really?" Zach's hand reaches, down across the bed at hip length, seizes the day, or rather Alek's cock, "Doesn't look like you're bored, Al!"

Lashing back, coming out of the sweet character could be, Alek let's it be known, "No, don't ever go there, Zack. It's Alek, not `Al'," said like it was the wickedest thing anyone could ever do!

"Go where?" Zack asks, trying to cancel out his error.

Jeremi, he just stood there looking fox with his T-patt, dark-haired chest, stripe down the middle of the start of a sixpack, disappearing among dark pubes, allowing the two have it out.

By size cocks they owned added to the beginnings of working from a kiss to sucking, then on to much more, Zack hardly thought it was... "Boring, Zack? Anticipation of your lips wrapped around it? Get real!"

Though, Alek could not deny, the slow handjob wasn't too bad either!

More so, both had their adrenaline streams reignited, watching Jeremi stand there, both hands cupping up his pleasure center.

Smiling, Zack says, "Don't be shy, Jere! Bring it here, bring it here," he dramatically licks his lips.

"Jeremi," Jeremi reminds.

Zack immediately denounces the two, "Oh my god you guys are so picky!"

Once, Alek turns towards his 38-year old bed companion , "Really, Zack?"

The night ran its course. Many a time, Zack felt left out, especially when it came to affectionate kissing between the two teens. Slowly he got the `hint,' not fitting in the equation.

From a hot suck'n'fuck session the evening before, Zack awoke first. He turned his head with a smile on his face, but it slowly wore off. High hopes had diminished quickly, not feeling at least Jeremi's arm slacked over his bod. Instead, Jeremi was facing him, fast asleep. Cuddled in Alek's arms, one lodged between Jeremi's legs, Zack was saddened, hoping he would be the one to take a stake in the teens' lives, if not one of them.

Though, after last night, trading each other off like baseball cards, how could he possibly wake in anger, "Oh well," he chocks it up to, "another one for the record," he sits on the edge of the bed, turning his briefs out. Shucking them in such a hurry last night, he didn't realize, with lust, they were so knotted up!

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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.

Next: Chapter 10


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