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ALeK iN wONdeRfULaNd 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Uh, question?" Aronold stood at the door, Adam at his side, "Why do we all have a key card, if it's to the same room?"
Perhaps, from hearing some random stories of Adam and his past `slave' life, it messed with Aronold's mind a little, Alek saying, "You're kidding me, right, Arne?" Turning left, to where Keb was giving Johnny a neck message, "Tell me he's joking?"
Keb replies, "Like who the fuck cares?"
Johnny is appalled, even though Deric occasionally swore, "Really, Keb, do you need to use a swear word to express yourself?"
In saying so, it tore Keb's hand from Johnny's neck. Thinking back to his former circle of friends, Keb knew, sooner or later, after meeting his new comrades, they weren't of the same tree. From a sudden retro-return to the defensive, Keb mellows out, opens his squinting eyes, even cracks a smile...just getting to know the sweet kid and deeply afraid of a break up, before it got started, Keb apologizes, "Sorry, really I am, Johnny. Um, but I've got to piss something fierce and..."
"That's no excuse," Johnny continues to hound him.
The others think it's pretty funny, coming from mild-mannered, shy Johnny, Alek busting on him, "Yeah, where's your manners, Keb?"
Eric, whom they hadn't realized was tagging along, now stands, almost breathing down Alek's neck, announces himself, "Yeah, Keb, really?"
About the key card, Aronold got the dope on it from the former slave standing next to him. Adam, he wasn't at all taken aback, Aronold thinking, once entering the suite, it might not be till morning that they left!
"Uncle Eric, what are still doing here?" Jef asks.
"Just making sure you get to your room safely!"
Everyone was still standing there, motionless, except for Keb's hand, once again giving Johnny's neck a massage, which if anyone cared to notice, Keb was thankful Johnny had a forgiving heart.
"Well, I don't need to piss," Alek flies past Aronold, "but I do have something urgent to attend to!"
It had been building up since leaving The Hacienda. First, Aronold sitting on Alek's lap, then Jef appearing out of nowhere, thinking the shirt-stripped Korvette man would never cross his path. Then, standing around and admiring the entourage, well, even if there weren't as many, still, it made Alek excited.
"Well!" Aronold says pompously, Alek pushing by him.
Adam, enjoying his freedom speaks, "Man, would he make a hot dom!"
Hand on hip, Aronold says, "Well, what about me?"
"No offense," Adam is second to last to the door, "but you really need to work on it, `Master Arn-no-rold!'" Adam disappears inside, with all his worldly goods, pack on his back.
Agreeing, he held the door for himself, saying, "I'm not sure I can get into that role, but I sure like the sound of it," repeating over and over, "Master Arn-no-rold," thinks more on it, hounding Adam, "Hey wait, it's Aronold, not..."
Inside he was faced with loneliness, a nice room, but vacant of human life, "Adam? Where'd you go?"
Out from one of the doorways came an arm, shooting out straight, until an index finger acted like a worm, beckoning a person to follow!
"I hope that's your arm, Adam!"
Though, in reality, Aronold was making a list, checking it twice, see whom he could very well get along with, if it ever came to it, if it happens, he and Adam not making a connection...
Right after he enters the room from which Adam's arm was extended he hears from behind, "Hey, mind if I shack up with you?"
He knew the voice, it not Adam's, Aronold turns around, "Eric? What are you doing here?"
It hadn't fully made the rounds, Eric leaving the police force for a more quiet, relaxing job as head of a security firm in `Jersey', "Uh-h-h," he had something else on his mind, but answering the question, "I talked to Alek and he said it would be okay if I tagged along?"
Aronold wondered something more, "Um, why is your shirt unbuttoned?"
Not only was Eric's shirt open, it was hanging from his shoulders, tail pulled out, "I thought Jef might have mentioned it."
Aronold had hoped it would be his uncle being `gay', because that fuzzy golden hair running down the middle of Eric's bod made his mouth water, "No he didn't. Mention what?"
He didn't say much, left a lot to go on, Eric not totally comfortable with coming out, "Today. It's my last day on the job," he procrastinates.
It's not the answer Aronold was looking for...
"Oh, so what are going to do now?" Aronold could only hope, follow him into the bedroom. Testing, he took a few steps.
Eric was loving it, "I've accepted a management job with a security firm in Union, New Jersey."
"Jersey, is it?" Aronold says, stalling, but also a reason to turn around and shop Eric's bod!
"Uh, yeah?" Eric thought that's what he said!
"Alek says it's fitting, for guys who live in New Jersey', to call it Jersey.'"
However, right at this very second, Eric suddenly had amnesia, "I think I've died and gone to heaven!"
Turning around, from gazing at Eric's beautiful hairy front, Aronold is faced with another frontal assault, "You can say that again!"
In explanation, Adam says, "This is how my former master wanted me to be when he came home from work every day." Adam presents his nudity, like wearing a tuxedo!
There he was, on the bed, not a stitch of clothing on. He had, with purpose, lay his big balls out, cock semi-erect and then got into an eagle-spread position, arms to the corners, feet spread wide, "What do you think?"
Eric said it right, "Who has time to think?"
Closer to the bed than Eric, but the gap closing fast, Aronold says, "I think I could get used to this `master' stuff!"
In a jovial mood, especially since he wasn't a cop any longer, Eric says, "Mm-m. Command me to get on his cock and I won't give you no grief, `Master!'"
Having brought his small duffle with him, Aronold knew there would be no need for pajamas tonight. Though, wasn't sure how the order of things would go. With his foot in the door, Eric was helping himself, stripping off his shirt and unbuckling the belt, "Uh, wanna hold it up for a minute there, Eric?"
Adam just smiled, thinking of how Aronold was going to handle this. Furry guy himself, Adam was lucky his former master was a bear of a man, not ordering another slave to shave his pec-fur, stripe, swath and the whole works down below. Looking upon Eric, they could be carbon copies, right down to about the same color, golden blond. Yet, Adam was sort of missing his former master, so decided to help break in the new one, "Yeah, tell your slave boy what to do, Master Aronold!"
Liking it, Eric had one quip, "That sounds too tacky. Let's just call him `Master Arne!"
When Adam had gotten this notion to splay himself out, the bed was bigger than him, so there was room for two.
"Scoot over, will ya?" the 34-year old former cop tells Adam.
"Hmm, you have some possibilities there yourself, Eric!"
Aronold, he slowly was working his clothes off, being entertained. He knew when he got down to his briefs, it would be tough getting them off, being so `packed'.
"Or maybe," Adam breaks eagle-spread formation and turns on his side, "Master Aronold, will want us to fight over who gets his cock?"
Eric's eyes light up, "Are you talking, wrestling me for it?"
They hadn't even noticed, Aronold stripped down, keeping himself firm as he kneels on the bed, "Can't you guys share, dammit!"
Glancing at Aronold, they are both stunned, Eric gasping, "Oh man, I love dark, ginger fur!"
"Good," Adam settles it, "the fur is yours. I'll keep his cock and balls happy!"
"Time out, guys!" Aronold lays down the law, "Can't we skip the drama and just go at it the way we feel?"
Looking at each other, Eric says, "I can work with that."
"Me too," Adam says.
Both were thinking, Eric offering, "If it'll get you stripped faster and into bed?!"
Though, it began slowly, Eric and Adam crawling out of the bed, walking towards Aronold.
Strangely, as the two approach, they found it hard to work with it, Adam saying, "Can I suggest lying down, Master?" Said so naturally, Adam didn't have to think about the proper way of addressing.
"You telling me what to do, boy?" Aronold giggles, thinking it not the real `him', but was kind of fun.
Eric makes good on the situation, "If I were you, I'd punish him. Take your cock and balls away from his lips!"
"Really, Eric," Adam is quick to get what he wants, "telling the master what to do?"
"I wasn't doing anything of the kind!" Eric gets adamant, thinking his quick-witted gamble may backfire on him.
Breaking up their squabble, Aronold comes between them, literally, diving into the bed.
Without hesitation, Eric says, "Now there's a real treat!"
However, Aronold flips over, saying, "Maybe later."
Little did either know the other's thoughts, Eric ready to settle his difference with Adam, allowing the 30-year old to have his way with Aronold's cock and balls, while he nuzzled his nose in all that red ass-fur.
Eric disappointed, Adam on the other hand says, "Mmm, a nice juicy treat, just waiting for my tongue!"
Drawing off Adam's history, Aronold says, "I thought slaves weren't allowed to speak?"
"Unless my mouth was full, I could speak freely, but I could only say pleasant stuff, which would add to my master's orgasm," Adam explains.
Not fast enough, Eric says to Adam, "I damn well know what will add to my orgasm!"
"Hey-ey-ey-ey," Adam complains, watching Eric crawl up between Aronold's legs. After all, Aronold lying on his back, his ass was temporarily inaccessible. Tongue out, Eric readies himself to lick right up the barrel, plastered against the sheet.
"He who hesitates is lost!" Aronold quips.
"No problem," Adam replies. Trained to be obedient, his former master also enjoying it tremendously, slaves fighting over his manhood, "That's what you think, buster!"
Grabbing Eric by the ankles, Adam reverses the drag of his opponent's cock and balls sliding down, as Eric reaches for the gold, "Ada-a-am!"
Eric's bod is dragged until his legs fall off the bottom of the bed. Knees buckling, ass falls to his heels. Elbows lean on the bed, like he was at the supper table.
Laughing, like a hyena, Adam's bod launches over Eric's head, "Ya gotta be quicker than that, slaveboy!"
A little pissed, Eric's anger began to subside. Like a tradeoff, he wasn't minding the look of Adam's ass, slight covering of blond fur, more intense as it settled in the crack. Laying some words of wisdom on Adam, Eric says, "He who hesitates isn't always lost!"
It did make Aronold curious, feeling the bottom of the bed sag, after Adam initially made the ascent. Half-turn of his bod, he could see Eric, as a panther seeking its prey, head pop up over Adam's mounds, "Now this could get me leaking!"
"Of course," Adam says, like Aronold's supposed to know, "a master is always pleased having his slave hard and leaking!"
From there, with the sex drive of all three propelling them onward, things began to change up, as if a well-orchestrated planning.
First to take action, Aronold says, "Excuse me," turning over.
For Adam, it wasn't any imposition, knowing the reward, attack from face up, opposed to faced down. Not waiting for Eric's tongue, Adam went down to the tonsils on Aronold's stiff shaft, which from practice, Adam could still chow down on the meaty stick.
Wiping spit off his mouth, Eric suddenly wanted more, demanding of Adam, "Move it!"
It's not that it hasn't happened with prior experience, Adam feeling his legs spread apart. Plenty of times, while faced down he would have to `open up' for a head to slide in under, with a wet reward in store.
It was Eric's first time, which made him think...think how to suck a man's cock and not get smothered by his pubes. Driving him on, it didn't take long for Eric to adapt!
Frequently Adam would look up, without disengaging, to see how Arne was liking his ministrations. He smiles one particular time, seeing Aronold playing with his own nips!
"Hey, Eric?" Adam is right back on Arne's shaft.
"What?" Eric is glad when Adam slides up onto his knees, airing out the `musty gap.'
"Bet the Master would love having the fur wet down over his pecs?" he goes back to sucking like a vengeance.
There was plenty of room on the sides, but Eric decides to be a tease, dragging his bod right over Adam!
Thinking it would disturb Adam, is Eric ever wrong, the blond saying, "Oh yeah, Eric, massage my wet ass!"
Frankly, Aronold could care less about this `master-slave' business, but he was starting to get peeved with his cock being wet, then exposed to the air, wet again, "Will you make up your mind, Adam? Are you going to suck me, or?"
"On it!" Adam says, allowing Eric to roam and do what he wants.
"Sensitive nips, eh?" Eric says, cupping his lips over Aronold's left pec, grabbing up his nip-meat.
Too much into the action and not the words, Eric never got an answer.
Adam, it was awesome, sucking Arne's fully erect 8c, at the same time, Eric's salami lying in his crack, only he wished Eric got more aggressive, giving hint, pops off once more, "Uh, Eric, don't be shy?"
"Adam?" Aronold pauses from feeling awesome.
Educating the master, the slave says, "Go ahead. Slap me."
"Slap you?" Aronold replies.
"Yeah, when a slave displeases a master by popping off too much, which really is to keep from choking or too much saliva built up, the master is supposed to punish the slave and..."
Mind made up, Aronold says, "I'm not going to slap you!"
"Oh," Adam says, speaking from the cavern of Eric's abdominals.
Seeing that Adam show disappointment, Aronold gives in, "Okay. Maybe a little slap!"
"Really?" Adam's face displays a toothy smile. "On the face or the ass?"
Not sure, Aronold asks, "I dunno. Where do you like it?"
"It's not for me to say." Then, rather than a long, wordy explanation, "Whatever turns your cock and balls on!"
Neither would, in Aronold's estimation. Right now, only the left side of his chest was getting a turn on, which in turn shot down to his balls. More fitting a punishment, would be depravation, "Why don't you get on my other pec?"
Adam gripes big time, "I thought you wanted your cock..."
"Pec, and `now', boy!" Aronold got a humorous jolt out of ordering, or was it something else?
"You want me to take up the slack?" Eric asks.
Aronold, he couldn't help but smile, a long, silky trail of Eric's spit extending from his brick-red pec to the lip, "Wipe your mouth. You look like a pig!" he giggles.
Wiping his mouth, Eric could have wiped it on Aronold's fur, but instead treats it like pre-cum, licking it off, "Sorry `bout that...master!"
Finally, taking matters into his own hands, or mouth rather, Adam says, "This is getting old. C'mon Eric, why don't we work together, instead of fighting over it?"
Hands behind his head, Aronold could finally chill out, relax, flaunting those reddish-haired pits.
Working together, they both started out, tongues working over Aronold's hard shaft. At first, each worked the sides, an unsaid line of demarcation. When Adam got piggish and claimed the whole thing for himself, Eric didn't complain, but just found his way again to Adam's pubes.
Looking up, this time Adam show concern for Eric. Legs at the top of the bed, Adam could see the tip of Eric's cock `showing' at the side of Aronold's rib. Slipping one hand from where he was massaging nip, Adam grabbed up Eric. He immediately got a reaction, a groan from his own pubes!
Things were going rather excellent for all three, until Aronold opens his eyes, sees a vague figure in the doorway, "Hold it guys."
"I didn't want to break this up, but..." Alek holds a cell phone, "your brother is on the phone...sounds urgent."
He hated like hell to get up from the bed, but did, knowing he was leaving behind two hungry men.
Alek too felt sympathetic, but he had his own thing going on in the suite-next-door.
While their source of `turn on', was turned off, Eric asks, "You wouldn't want to 6-9, would you?"
Sure the sex was good, though Adam had rather been sucking cock and licking balls, but as he discovers, there's more to Aronold than a hot bod, "Maybe later," he didn't want to share with Eric.
Feeling like he's drooling, Eric asks, "How about I suck you?"
"Why don't we wait and see what Aronold is up to?"
It's not that Adam didn't think Eric was hot, but without the pressure, it was the first time in a long time he could think for himself, took advantage of it.
Alek had hung around the door, eavesdropping on Aronold.
"Suit yourself," Eric sat, slid off the edge of the bed and stood. Walking over to the door, Eric fluffs his cock and balls, like making them more presentable, flirting, "What's up, Alek?"
Alek knew a come on when he heard it, "Sorry, not interested, Eric."
"A guy can only try!" Going back to the bed, sitting, he says to Adam, "I guess I'll wait."
Signing off on his cell, Aronold apologizes, "I'm really sorry, but I need to take care of some family business right now."
"I'll come with you," Adam searched around. Spur of the moment stripping act, he didn't concern himself with what fell where.
"No need to trouble yourself, Adam."
Eric just sat there. Guys assembling themselves could be almost as horny as taking it all off!
"No trouble. I just don't want you to think I'm intruding?"
Already zipping up his pants, fastening the belt, Aronold looks to Adam, "You've got to work faster than that to keep up with me?"
So he couldn't find his briefs. So what. There were plenty of times Adam had to go without!
Grabbing his shirt, Aronold says with concern, "Careful with that zipper."
"I know. I mean, it's not like I've got it caught in there or anything!"
Suddenly the two are interrupted by Eric, lying flat out on the bed, in the middle of a blast, "Oh yeah...oh yeah...oh fuck, yeah!"
"Rude," Adam says, of Eric jerking himself.
Aronold just smiles, watching white goo shoot up in the air and in a matter of seconds, seeing Eric massaging it into his fur.
Adam says so only Aronold can hear, "My first night, I was giving my master a tongue-bath. I'll leave it to you to guess what happens if any spot of semen isn't licked off!"
"No dessert for a week?" Aronold smiles.
Alek had wandered back to his room. It was sweet, how Jef was lying face down, not moving, which gave Alek the idea, maybe Jef had succumbed to choking on his cock-juice. Next idea to cross his mind, was wondering if he could get a second load going, to pump into that hot ass?
Not being courteous, Alek jumps into the bed, causing Jef to stir, "Oh, was I sleeping?"
"I dunno," Alek lies on his back, both hands behind his head, flirting with hairy pits, "were you?"
"Dozing," Jef replies, flipping over on his back.
"You didn't come," he notices Jef with a `stiffie'.
"Was saving it," Jef smiles, "for your hand!"
"I don't think I can reach," Alek says.
Moving a little closer, which brought their thighs together, Jef reaches for Alek's hand, pulling on it, "Not from back there you're not!"
After placing Alek's hand on his crotch, Jef reaches for Alek's soft cock.
"I don't think you'll get much reaction from that," he giggles.
"Bullshit!"
Accepting it, Alek replies, "If you say so!"
Hearing something, Jef asks, "What's that?"
Smiling, Alek says, "Probably Johnny fucking the living daylights out of Keb!"
"Really? I thought maybe it might be the other way around? Johnny, he ain't all that innocent as he pretends!"
Unable to say more, Alek was wrong about Johnny and Keb getting it on, "Excuse us?" he says, Drew and Steve walking in.
Rather than pay much attention to Alek's comment, Steve walks right over to the bed, "Damn, that desk clerk's got moxie."
Drew backs him up, "Probably didn't get any sex last night!"
"Unlike what's happening here?" Steve says, loosening his belt and reaching into his pants.
"Don't be shy," Alek tells him.
"Okay," Steve says, "if you say so!"
Drew rolls his eyes, saying, "We just finished up a little hand-jobbing ourselves."
Jef says, "Oh, you didn't fuck Steve till the cows came home?"
Smiling, like some secret message between the two, Drew replies, "Not yet!"
Stopping, Jef, pushing Alek's cock back and forth, admits, "Think you lost the desire."
Alek, he wasn't feeling it either, "Same here. Too bad for you though, Jef."
Drew was very much, as Steve could see, big, bulging' vs. semi-little', as opposed to Jef, whom had `lost it.'
Steve, shirt parted down the middle, strips it, "It's all my fault I'm sure. I feel obligated."
Drew, who isn't bent out of shape by Steve's intentions, says, "Steve tells me, in his past life he was a cumguzzler."
As Jef moans, Alek says, "Yeah, well the past has a habit of repeating itself!"
Surrendering the bed to the two, Alek says, "I also have the idea Steve was the `Sultan of Suck'!"
It made Drew laugh, "Yeah, trust me, you're totally on it, Alek!"
Leaving the two, obviously enjoying each others company immensely, Alek says, "Just a handjob, was it?"
"Okay, maybe more," Drew confesses.
Alek muses, "Cumguzzler, huh? Didn't spill a drop?"
"None. Good at cleanup too. Completely bathed my balls!"
Alek cheerfully says, "Damn, I think I am getting another erection!"
After a hot blowjob on the sofa in their suite, Drew says, "Go back to your suite. I'm sure Steve can accommodate two!"
"I'm sure he can keep a whole harem busy, but I'm more a one-man man," Alek smiles.
"And Jef's your man?"
"Nah. Just fuck buddies, only I didn't fuck him."
"But you wanted to?" Drew says.
Getting the feeling Drew is of the same caliber, "I think you're a lot like me, you want to fuck every hot guy?"
Laughing, Drew says, "I've already proven that theory!"
Relating his experience as a valet driver at an upscale restaurant, in contrast to Drew's pickups, Alek says, "I feel deprived. All my hookups were at the local park!"
It wasn't long before the two gravitated towards each other, Alek initiating kissing.
First breath of air, Alek says, "I have a confession."
"First kiss?"
"Yeah, right? No, but first time I kissed a dude with a beard," back of his fingers ruffle Drew's closely cropped beard.
"What you don't have here," Drew quickly rubs Alek's shadow, while a hand over Alek's pecs, "you make up for here."
"Oh man, love it when a guy strokes my chest fur."
"Only chest?"
"Anywhere!" Alek replies with a smile.
Out to get information, Drew says, "So, you fucked a lot of guys in the park restroom. Ever get fucked?"
"Nope," Alek pauses, smiles, "not yet!"
"Me neither. I mean, `not yet'...either."
"But it's not like I haven't thought about it."
Drew agrees, "Same here, that is, if I met the right guy."
Mutually, Alek states, "Of course he would have to be the `right' right guy."
Regardless of where this was going, they return to kissing.
They were interrupted by Alek's cell vibrating, Drew saying, "I thought that was you!"
"Good try," Alek says, answering.
It was Aronold, with a brief word of asking if it was all right if his brother came back to the hotel to spend a night, of which Alek says, "No problem."
Tapping his phone off, Drew asks, "What's up with Arne?"
"I don't really know. All he said was he needed a place for his brother to stay and would explain it all when he got here."
"Oh," is all Drew says.
"Nice place to neck," Alek says, "but if we're going to take this further, I'd rather it in private."
"Hmm, I like that idea," Drew's way of saying, `Yes!'
"We should find a place to eat."
Whipping out his cell, Drew says, "No problem." Bringing up something on screen, "What's your pleasure?"
"Hmm, I could name a few things," Alek replies.
"I meant `cuisine'!"
"I know," Alek smiles a toothy grin. It crossing Alek's mind, "Hey, what's with you and...is it `Sam'?"
"Steve," Drew corrects Alek, much like Steve had to correct Drew so many times!
"Steve...right...I thought something might have been in the works for you two?"
Putting it simply, Drew states, "I had this feeling, even though his eyes were on me, his mind was on some other dude."
"And?" Alek provokes.
"I was right. While hugging me, his eyes were on some guy across the lobby."
"What did you do?" Alek wasn't sure, Drew being a soft of temperament sort of guy.
"Nothing much really. I simply said to Steve, `Let me know when you're ready to grow up!'"
"Let me guess," Alek wears a cocky smile, "the dude Steve was ogling over was half his age?"
"Don't know for sure, but looked to be that way."
"Well," Alek places a hand of comfort on Drew's shoulder, "as I see it, we're too young to get seriously involved in a relationship. We should live it up...have some fun!"
Drew stares Alek in the eyes, "Exactly what I thought about with Steve. Anyway, about us, we should have some fun, huh?"
"How about we make a pact, from here to Jersey, not to get seriously involved with a guy?"
Stepping closer, Drew says, "Does that include you and me?"
Not ready to settle down yet, have diapers to change, Alek replies, "Especially not you and me!" he bops Drew in the nose with the tip of his index finger, for looking like such a cutie!
Mutually, Drew wouldn't mind taking it several steps further with Alek, though respects his wishes, "Whatever you say, boss."
Breaking off the soft, sweet hand-holdings, Alek says, "Now, what about that lunch?"
"Lunch?"
They turn around, see Eric, licking his lips a finger in his mouth.
Glancing over, Alek boldly says, "You missed a little," signals some goo, messy over Eric's upper lip.
"Did I?" Eric tries looking down his own nose. "Aha!" his fingers feels the white frosting. Scooping it up with a finger, placing it in his mouth, he retracts it, "Mm, can't get enough of the good stuff!"
"And he's worried about lunch?" Drew laughs.
"Depending on the dude," Alek renders, "on how much comes out of his pumped up shaft, could leave room for leftovers."
Sadly, Eric confesses, "There was no dude, uh, except for myself?"
Plain to see, Eric had provided his own handjob, Alek sympathizing, "Hey, no one ever said it was a sin to turn yourself on!"
Feeling sorry for the 34-year old former cop, Drew says, "Hey, Alek and me were headed out for some food. Wanna come?"
With reservations, thinking maybe Alek wanted it private, he looks for approval.
"Fine with me, long as Eric doesn't mind being with a couple of teenagers!"
At 22-years old, Drew didn't think of himself as the teen crowd, but wasn't fighting the feeling, "How about it, pops?"
Eric wouldn't mind being a daddy to either one of them, only he didn't feel his age, keeping semi-fit, laying off the donuts. Whenever anyone showed up with a box, down at the precinct, it made Eric feel proud to decline, "Sure. Why not? I should wash my hands, though."
Looking down at Eric's moist, dirty blond pubic hair, shiny from being creamed, "Uh, I'd wash more than that, Eric," Alek informs.
"Anyone up for helping me?"
Drew and Alek exchange eye contact.
Feeling more submissive' towards Alek at this moment, Drew waits until he hears from the boss', "I suppose I should shower, after our long, long day?"
With invitation, Drew confesses, "Yeah," sniffs a pit, "I'm a little ripe too."
Toothy smile, Eric says, "Why waste water, when I can take care of that for you, Drew?"
"Because," Alek reminds, "we want to get some `solid' food in our stomachs and not wait hours for your tongue to lap up sweat, Eric?"
Siding with Alek, Drew's loins were telling him a different story, "Maybe next time I get all sweaty, Eric?"
Pointing a wet finger at Drew, Eric exclaims, "That there is a date!"
Hinting to use the shower in his suite, Alek points both thumbs, "Shall we?" he begins waving both hands.
"Oh!" Eric makes an about face from taking his leave, "you mean, me?"
Alek says with solemn attitude, "I kind of feel sorry for the old man."
Drew returns, "Yeah, me too."
Acting like the `big boss', folding arms across the middle, Alek states, "Maybe we could put that hungry tongue to good use yet?"
Standing there, like two butchers, eyeing up a slab of beef, remaining cool, calm and collective, Eric portrays an opposite composure, "You got it!"
Like Eric already mentioned, he's `been there, done that,' has experienced things which fall outside the usual, in the course of duty, police officer, having at times witnessed a little bondage, resulting in some sadistic guy toying with a masochistic mate. Right now, Alek and Drew were being entertained by Eric, getting hard without touching himself!
Two reasons why a man looks intently at another man's ass, either to gather ramming speed or, as Eric lusted, licked his lips, following behind the pair. It was a toss up, though Eric was partial to hairy asses, reason he gave Drew's hairy crevice more attention.
To throw off any suspicion, of either of the pair thinking he would ever do the unmentionable, check out either of the two, about half his age, he cheerfully says, "Hey, thanks for taking me along with you guys."
"Yeah, we know, Eric, cops have to be careful," Alek speaks from experience, having done more than one man in uniform, in the park lavatory, which included not only officers of the law, but firemen, politicians, delivery dudes, and the occasional guys from his own high school!
Drew takes it even further, "Be careful too. We don't want you making us hard, or else we'll have to use ourselves against you!"
Not opposed to Drew's idea, Alek says, "I get first dibs on his hole!"
"Which one?" Eric asks, manner of suggestion, maybe getting it from both ends.
Thinking wisely, Drew says, "Alek means your vocal cords!"
"Dah," Alek comes down on Drew, "I'll be making him sing all right!"
When they get to the lav, Drew and Alek turn around, one of them saying, of the long, sinewy precum oozing out, "Really, Eric?"
"Oops! Sorry, `bout that," Eric makes it seem like he's embarrassed, coiling the strand up around his finger, then ridding himself of it on his tongue.
While Drew goes for the shower faucet, Alek goes at Eric, "I bet there's tons of guys you've arrested, you wish you could suck them off...swallow their loads of cum, huh," degrades, "pig?"
It made Drew stop momentarily, from turning the spout to `shower', seeing Eric's reaction.
Playing Alek's game, the 34-year old former cop says, "Yes, sir. I've had to give up drinking down gallons!"
Out to make Eric secrete more, Alek says, "Tell me something, if you had your pick, which one of us guys would you like to milk dry with your tongue, if you had a choice," nods towards Drew, "including the other guys," Alek says with savvy approach, "who couldn't be with us now?"
Drew's hand finally made the connection, feeling up the wall for the knob which would make water rain, instead of pour. On his mind was `what if all of us guys were in one shower?'
Keeping it safe, Eric replies, "All?"
Once, not too long ago, Drew had witnessed a guy calling a police officer a `pig.' What he learned, when a cop is giving you a ticket, it's one thing you keep to yourself. His buddy learned to hard way. Cuffed hands behind back, there's not much a guy can do when thrown over a car hood and the cop's knee comes up between the legs!
However, in this case, Drew holds no restrictions, "Yep, he's a pig all right!"
Throbbing, Alek suddenly developed a hunger for more than a stable diet of food, "I know exactly how this goes," he was up for expanding ideas, based on those `park tales'.
"You do?" Eric replies, a smile coming upon his face.
Walking up to Eric, Alek takes cock in hand, Eric's cock, "Oh man!"
Drew watches, Alek letting go, shaking his hand out, like he got water on it.
A second later, Alek is saying, "Damn, got your fucking cum all over my hand. What're you going to do about it, pig?"
Not much experience, Drew did know a little, "Isn't he supposed to be on his knees?"
"You got that right," Alek knew he was stirring Eric's loins, though he was feeling a few jolts himself. "What do you think, Drew?"
"About what?"
"Eric, on his knees."
Taking the liberty of following along, Eric sinks to his knees.
Of which Alek is quick on the draw, "Did I tell you to get on your knees, pig?"
More aptitude towards wielding the `master' role, Drew on the hand acts out poorly, "Yeah, pig...get up off those knees right now!"
As Eric gets up, Alek says to Drew, "Dude, you need acting lessons bad."
"Oh...really? I didn't seem like..."
Alek just shook his head, "Pathetic, man."
Eric, he didn't care. He just wanted a lollipop, or two!
However, as fate has it, when the trio got in the shower, Eric shifted focus more on Drew.
Suddenly, Alek more of an intrusion than a play along partner, "Uh, you know what?" he says, trying to firm up his own shaft...
"Hm-mm-mm?" Drew answers, right at the moment Eric's lips are cupped, traveling up the length of the tube, nose nestling in his wet pubes.
With sense that Drew chose, or without choice, to keep from answering, Alek replies, "Y'know, I forgot, Arne wanted to go over the traveling plans," he opens the hinged, glass door.
He didn't even get an answer out of Drew, not without all the moaning and groaning going on, which Alek thought kind of `rude!' However, it's not like he hasn't been there himself, mesmerized by what a hot bottom is doing for him!
Closing the door, he had to admit, Eric's ass looking like it was there for the taking, but dropping hand from the now withdrawing size of his cock, he gathered there wasn't any interest, "See you guys later."
Still, no answer, Alek found his way back to the bedroom. Thinking about `Arne', he wondered what he was up to. Last he saw of him, he was with Adam. Stoked by the outcome, Alek went to seek and find. If the situation presented itself, he might divide and conquer, which made him smile. There was hope yet, getting rock hard!
Answer he sought after, was an empty bedroom, "Bummer!"
Next on his agenda, he found jeans, tee shirt, socks and sneakers. Would have been nice, like walking around at the door, to parade around in briefs. Then it came to him, the desk clerk, wouldn't it be a crock of shit, if he casually walked around the lobby, naked? It formed a big, wide grin on Alek's face. It then came down to it, making himself look `bad'.
Thinking upon a couple of hours earlier, at the desk, Jef walking in, shirtless, gave his balls a few pulses, but mainly an idea. Half-naked would present as much an effect as shirtless and pantless...it fit into his innocent plan, to have a tee pocketed down his rear, right side, half-hanging out, for when he knew, the desk clerk reminding him of the dress code.
Surprisingly, Alek made it down the hallway, jetted down in the elevator, meeting not one hot guy on the way to the lobby!
Serpentining around sofa and palm tree configurations, Alek made his way to the exact spot he stood, at the check-in desk. About to ask a fabricated question, regarding places to eat, he's whacked out of his gourd, "Hey, you're not the guy that was here earlier?"
Of course he wasn't, the two desk clerks as different as night and day, "I beg your pardon?"
For certain, this desk clerk was made of much kinder substance and meant to mock the previous clerk, "The moron who was here before you, he's..."
"On break. I'm covering," he looks up at the clock, "for a few minutes before my shift ends. What can I do you for um..."
Searching for a name, usually means a dude is interested, "Alek Wasylyk," and even though he saw the rectangular badge, "and you are?"
The clerk knew a come on when he saw it, Alek glancing at his badge, then a hand stretched across the counter, "
"Zack," he points to his badge, "Wilson. Nice to meet you."
Lingering a little too long, shaking Alek's hand, they both knew where they stood.
"Hey," the bell on the counter dings, "can I get some service over here?"
If it wasn't that Zack was up for promotion, Steve's job of hotel manager, he might have given the check-in guest the finger and a verbal warning to lay off the bell, instead choosing, "One minute, sir."
Alek smiles, saying, "Bet you get that all the time?"
"Yeah," Zack answers nicely, "about once every ten minutes!"
Cutting right to the chase, Alek replies, "Bet you can't wait to get out of here and home to some R'n'R?"
Meaning to be humorous, Zack says, "You like to bet a lot, do you?" Laughs.
Fast thinker, especially when it came to not wanting to let go, Alek says, "I am. In fact, right this minute I was thinking as soon as you get off, you're going to head right down to some bar and wet your lips!"
Taken two ways, Zack had no choice, being in the public eye for the moment, shy away from `wetting his lips', "No, more thinking on a nice, sit down dinner?"
Is he asking me out? Alek thought. Going for it, great guns, he says, "Sure. I'd love to have dinner with you!"
An appearance of `Is that what I asked? I didn't think I did?' came over Zack, but rather than screw up the moment...
That damn bell rang again!
Saved by the bell for a brief second, Zack jinxed his promotion, telling the check-in to wait his turn, which had the customer raving to see the manager. Fortunately, Zack knew the hotel manager to be Steve, so knew there would be only a fraction of repercussion. Since Zack, even at the age of 38, has never had his ass invaded due to human pleasure. Though, he has had dildos and buttplugs pleasure him!
"I hope I didn't get you into any trouble, Zack?"
"Nah," Zack knew, adding, "if I did, it would be myself getting me into trouble!"
Rather than allow time go to waste, Alek asks, "So, where did you have it in mind to eat tonight?"
`Daymn,' Zack thought, his bed would be great, "Depends on what you're up for?"
Alek wasn't too much off the beaten path, however, "I haven't eaten since lunch."
"You must be famished," Zack was thinking the restaurant or his place.
Placing a hand on his stomach, Alek says, "I am. Really."
Counter below Zack's vision, he swore Alek groped himself, "I can whip up a feast at my own apartment, for half the cost?!"
After rubbing his hungry tummy, Alek did allow his hand to slip down a bit, "What time do you get off?"
"Soon as `the moron' comes back!"
In saying it, `the moron' did return, saying, "The boss wants to see you in his office."
"Really?" Zack's eyes lit up, a bright smile creases his lips.
Alek, thinking something other than Zack's promotion, says, "Uh, maybe I'll take a raincheck on that home-cooked meal, Zack."
If indeed they were on the same page, Zack did not want to lose the chance to meet up close', "Uh," not sure now, "I didn't exactly mean it, that way!'"
"Oh?" Alek toys with him, "What way would that be?" he leaves the clerk with a cocky smile.
"If you want to come with me, you can hang outside the door and then we can go?"
"Fine," Alek says, glad Zack is still interested.
Making their way towards the senior hotel manager's office, Zack finds out about Alek's cross-country trek to `Jersey'.
"All of you cramped in a jeep?" Zack asks.
"I think Drew said something about Steve driving his Jaguar."
"Yeah. What a lucky man that Steve is!"
With than a promotion on is mind, Alek plays dumb, "In what way?"
Forgetting they haven't touched on the subject of sexual orientation, feeling comfortable with Alek, Zack says, "Just shows you, how guys with big cocks can get ahead," he laughs.
"Oh really?"
Alek's words made Zack stop dead in his tracks.
"Oh wait. I didn't just say..."
"You mean the part about `big cocks' getting ahead?" Feeling so sorry for Zack, Alek elaborates, "I mean, if it were me, I'd love to have some hot dude on my big cock!"
Getting it, Alek playing along, Zack wanted to know for certain his thoughts were on target, "Oh really?"
Now Alek had his doubts. Had he overstepped with over-thinking, comes right out with, "You `are' gay, aren't you?" He was pretty sure.
Smiling, the 38-year old says, "If I wasn't, I'd have probably decked you by now?"
A grateful smile of thanks, Alek asks, "So, what's for dinner?"
Zack went into the manager's office, all smiles, coming out with a frown.
"What's up?" Alek's hand was on Zack's arm.
"I can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?"
"Steve's manager job."
"What about it?"
"He's giving it to `the moron!'"
Alek wanted to laugh, with what seemed like a tad of humor thrown in, but at the same time wanted to nestle up to the brown beard, "Does that mean you're not getting it?"
Apparently, Alek not getting it, Zack was a little fuzzy himself, "After all the work I put in here, not mention having to put up with people's shit!"
Alek could very well side with that, "I know."
"No, you don't know," Zack says in a livid manner.
"Oh," Alek could say, this was one of the few times someone hurt his feelings, left him numb, dropping his caring hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to direct my anger at you, Alek."
"Anger?" Alek tries patching things up. "You're angry?"
He wanting to throw his arms around Alek, but one thing stood in his way, Zack always conscious about being with younger guys, instead saying, "No, I'm not angry. At least not at you."
"Oh, okay," Alek replies, a bit more upscale with the humor, "I thought maybe you were calling dinner off!"
"Right now," Zack approaches the situation, "I could use more than dinner."
First thing to come to the teen's mind, "Sex?"
"I was thinking more of a drink?"
"Oh yeah," Alek makes it like it was what he was thinking, "sure, a drink and then dinner and then, maybe after that..."
"I believe in taking it slow."
Alek was surprised. At first it sounded like Zack was heading from the front door, right to the fucking-quarters!
"Yeah, uh, me too!"
Taxiing, when they arrived at Zack's flat, Alek was expecting more than a studio apartment, "Nice place."
Not tough to notice, Zack wasn't the king of cleanliness, clothes strewn around, a garbage can in the corner, which he stashes clothes into, "It got a little messy this past week."
Alek says, "At least we've got something in common," he sits on the studio bed, sofa converted into one, presses the wrinkles out in the sheets with his hands.
"Bed's not very comfortable," Zack replies, not sure if Alek wanted to get between the sheets or behind the kitchen counter, first.
Feeling he's been too harsh on Zack, Alek says, "I got an idea."
"We go back to the motel?"
"No, this is fine. How about we make dinner together?"
"Sure," Zack ditches a pair of socks in the can.
"In the nude?"
"My, aren't we aggressive?"
Smiling, Alek says, "You haven't seen me in bed!"
"You haven't seen me in the kitchen!"
All one room, Alek couldn't see the difference, other than a counter to separate the two rooms, "Why don't we start with you?"
Did Zack have a choice, Alek walking right up to him, undoing the bowtie?
"Oh," Alek says, plucking the tie right from Zack's neck, "I thought it was a real one?"
"Not on my salary, or..." Zack reconnects with the failure to attain managerial level, nor the salary to match.
"Forget about it. It's not like you'll never get a crack at the position again, Zack?"
Allowing Alek to dismantle his hotel uniform, Zach's hands were at the beltline, ready to lift Alek's tee shirt, when the moment arrives, "It's not the position at this point, but that my status now falls under `the moron'. Try me, I like working at London West, but now I'm sure I'm going to hate it!"
Down to unbuttoning Zack's shirt, Alek can see hair through the white tee shirt, "Hmm, hairy beast, aren't you?"
It did through Zack off course, "What was that?"
"This," Alek pulls Zack's shirt out of his pants, up to almost his pecs.
Zack was getting the wrong impression, "Damn, I hope you like hairy guys?"
Not particular, though `hair was in' with Alek, "I love'em all!"
He still had his jacket on, white dress shirt, whereas the tee shirt couldn't any higher, "Want to see the rest?"
"Of course!" Alek snaps back.
Working together, Zack sliding jacket off his shoulders, the shirt came with it.
"Smart, you are," Alek deems it, all ready to lift Zack's tee off over head.
"Well, how do you like me?" Zack acts more cheerfully than his former self, placing hands behind head, flaunting the dark, rusty-brown pits, bold pecs of hair, bellyhole swath.
Leading Zack on, Alek says of it, "Definitely more than me!"
"Oh really?" Zack takes the bait, reaching for Alek's tee shirt.
It didn't stop there. While Zack went for the shirt, Alek went for his belt buckle.
Zack thought this good news, Alek allowing his pants to sink, then going for the briefs. Soon, as he hoped, Alek would be going down on his knees!
Fake out!
Instead, Alek kicks off his sneakers, finishes off the belt Zack had started unbuckling, tearing it from the loops. Second later he's stepping out of his pants.
To the impending blowjob, as Zack thought, he's still not bent out of shape. There was still plenty of hours left to the evening, with or without supper!
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Keb and Slim, they would have loved to have followed in Alek and Zack's footsteps, but towing along was Johnny. Between Keb and Slim, Johnny was their `main man'.
"I think this was a good idea," Slim says.
Thinking it could have meant, rather than heading straight to bed, Keb says, "Yeah, me too. Soon we'll all be cooped up together. Imagine, getting sick of seeing each other?" he laughs.
Johnny, with different opinion, says, "Are you sick of me already, Keb?"
"No, no, no, baby," Keb, hand over Johnny's shoulder, places a hand to his stomach, "of course not. I meant the other guys."
"Like me!" Slim smiles, giggles.
"I'm not tired of you, Slim," Johnny sets the record straight.
Not shy in the `cock dept.', Slim wouldn't mind wrapping his lips around Keb's piece, but certainly did not want to miss out on Johnny's heap, "And I'm not tired of you, Johnny. In fact, the truth is, I want to get to know you more."
Over Johnny's other shoulder, Slim tried to buddy-up to him, of which Keb wipes Slim's arm off, "I bet you say that to all the fares!"
"Some," Slim could not deny.
Having worked the airport route from time to time, Slim could recall men with high ranks of office, with more than a dime could spare, had him pull off the road, either a secluded area or motel and with the meter running, beef up his tip with some hefty sucking and fucking action!
"I'd love to hear the details sometime," Keb provokes.
Politely, Johnny says, "Why would you want to know things private to Slim, Keb?"
If a dope, Keb would have slapped the dude down to his knees, whip out his 7-inches of soft meat and demanded it get hard in 2 seconds, or else, but this was `Johnny', "Trust me, I didn't mean it, baby."
"Well, what did you mean?"
"Yeah," Slim smiles, "just what did you mean, Kebby?"
"Don't fuckin' call me that!"
Giving Keb the brush off, Johnny says, "I don't know if we're right for each other."
Slim knew he shouldn't be panicky, but Johnny was the one who seemed to have a hold on Keb. Without it, Slim could stop dreaming about ever having that dick between his lips, "My fault."
"How could it be your fault?" Keb should've let Slim take the fall.
"Yeah, Slim?" Johnny wanted to know.
Making it up as he went along, Slim says, "Because, if I hadn't called Keb...you know, then he wouldn't have cursed. I accept full responsibility."
"Your ass," which is how Keb was used to repaying a man for his injustice.
"Whose ass?" Johnny was trying to follow.
Hands on again, Keb claims, "Nuttin' for you to worry about, baby," he gently massages Johnny's `baby cheeks!'
One of the things of this three-way relationship of friends, Johnny was adamant in no desire to get fucked. Keb was mostly the same, though aiming to please his new friend with affection, "And to make it up to you, tonight I'm going to put myself at your disposal."
Keb was more turned on than by Slim's smile.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Johnny asks.
On their way out to get a bite to eat, Keb says, "I'll explain it to you over dinner?"
Johnny did admit he was hungry, though eyes set on Keb, it was not usually what constituted as filling the gut.
Slim, tonight he would feast...he was sure of that and by the size of two crotches. Only thing left up to speculation was what there was to be gained. Just the thought made the very idea dance like sugarplums in his head!
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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.