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"G'morning!" Levi smiled, stood, and shook Jak's hand. "There's been a change of plans," he announced, wearing a vague look of irritation. "Ron and the other guys are all suffering from some sort of food poisoning, or something. They went out to eat last night, and have been miserable since. So, it's just gonna be you today." Levi smiled, as he rubbed a hand over Jak's back, and gestured for him to take a seat at a table, where a breakfast of juice, fruit, and muffins awaited. As they sat, Levi leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "Since you and I are alone, I'd like to use your actual name, if it's okay with you?" "Sure," Jak smiled, as he buttered a warm muffin. "I'm not too used to the other one yet. I keep looking around wondering who people are talking about. The guys think I must be half-deaf." He grinned, sheepishly. "I did look it up on the Web, just to see what it meant. It's Danish. Did you know that?" Levi nodded. "One of my relatives has that name. He lives in Denmark, so there's no chance of you two meeting. Did you find out what it means?" Jak paused. "Yeah. It means someone who holds themselves apart." "Or," Levi corrected, "one who stands apart, because of what they are, how they behave, or any number of things." Levi grinned, kindly. "I think it's appropriate. "In the brief time you've been with us, you are all those things." Levi grinned. "Talking about yourself makes you ill at ease, doesn't it? Why?" Jak shrugged, then changed the subject. "Since the guys aren't feeling well, what do you have in mind for me to do. You've got plans for me, I can tell," Jak grinned, and held up a warning finger. "Remember, no dog. Hector's a good boy, but I don't think he's gay." Levi leaned back and laughed. "No. I keep my promises. No dog. "I know you're a man of action, and would rather not do too much talking before your scenes, but I'm getting lots of email requests asking for an interview and a J/O scene. Our members want to learn a little bit about you, so they can put a personality with the person they see in the vids. I usually start the guys off with this sort of thing. It breaks them in, before they move on to being partnered. It also tells me whether they're going to work out." Levi grinned. "Easing you into something wasn't necessary. You could give lessons." He gestured, telling Jak a protest wasn't necessary. "Since the guys are sick, this looks like the perfect time." Levi's voice lowered, as he studied the man across the table. "Jak . . . is everything okay? I know you've been spending your evenings at the hotel, and I'm wondering if . . . well," Levi gestured, helplessly, "if the guys have been treating you badly, or anything. "You've been performing wonderfully, and you're a joy to have around, so don't think that I'm unhappy with you, in any way. In fact, Dave, Pete, and I have become very fond of you . . . especially Dave." When Jak's eyes widened, Levi gestured. "Dave couldn't keep a secret if he tried. He's especially taken with you." "Uh, Levi. I like Dave, a lot. He's given me pointers, and helped boost my ego before that first vid, with Cody, but . . . nothing's gonna happen between us." "That's between you and Dave. He'll respect your boundaries. Sometimes, though, he is so busy salivating, he doesn't stop to think. "So, back to my question about everything being okay with you . . . if something's wrong, I'd like to know about it. I want all my guys to be happy." Jak felt himself blushing. "Thanks, Levi. I like you guys, too . . . a lot. Everything's fine, really. I guess . . ." he shrugged, "I'm just not a good socializer. The guys have treated me fine. They always ask if I'd like to join them in their nightly escapades, but . . ." another shrug, "I guess I'm just a lot more serious than they are. Besides, I'm sort'a homesick. This is the first time I've been away from home, and I'm missing my Dad and brother. I talk to one or the other of them almost every night, but it's not the same as being there. "I can handle missing them, and . . . I love what I'm doing. The guys are wonderful, and I'm having tons of fun." He grinned, as Levi's dog, Hector, laid its head in his lap. "And, Hector and I have become great buddies. "I'm sort'a worried 'cause m'dad's kind'a going through a rough time with my sister and mother. My sister's about as closed-minded a person as you can imagine. When I spoke with my folks about being gay, she had a fit, and started calling me names, n'stuff. Well, according to my brother, m'mother's sort'a sided with my sister, so things are polarized, with Dad and Rex, my brother, on one side, and the two women on the other. I feel like it's my fault. I know it's stupid to take responsibility for my sister's behavior, but . . . it bothers me. I hate it when there's unhappiness." He grinned. "I'm one of those 'make-love-not-war' sort of guy, I guess. A romantic . . . y'know . . . soft music, candles, holding hands, and kissing . . . that sort'a thing. A little bit different from Soren." Levi smiled tenderly, and nodded once, in agreement. "Do either your sister or mother know you're working for me?" Jak cringed, as he imagined the scene such news would create. "No! I can't imagine what things would be like if they did. Mom's not the problem. She and Dad had already worked things out, in their own minds, about me being gay. It's my sister that's the problem, and, for some reason, Mom sort'a feels obligated to give her her support, even though she knows Aubrey is acting like a royal bitch. That's nothing new for my sister, though. That's how she has always acted." "Has Cody treated you okay?" Levi asked, changing the subject. "He can be a bit . . . prickly, at times. I've questioned whether it was wise of me to partner you with him on your first video." Jak held up a hand. "Cody's been fine . . . really. He's just got to learn that I'm not here to take his position as top dog. He and I have had a little talk, and I'm hoping he's gotten the message, that I'm here to work, not to play mind games, or stuff." "Cody is not top dog around here, Jak. I am. And, among the guys who work for me, there is no top dog, as you put it. Cody has always been popular with our members, but, then, so have a number of other guys. You'll be meeting one of them, the next time you're down. His name's Taylor." Levi grinned. "I'm looking forward to the two of you meeting. "You should know that Cody, Taylor, or anyone else has never approached the positive response that you have received, and that's after only one video! They all love you." "Geez, Levi. Please . . .!" Jak bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm really glad everyone's happy with me, but I keep telling folks that I'm not special, and I don't want anyone to treat me like I am." Jak frowned in puzzlement. "How did you decide to talk to me, back in the College Commons Building? If you were looking for nice looking guys, there are hundreds better looking than me. What made you decide to talk to me?" "I choose people to talk to, not only by their looks, but by a whole lot of other things. How they interact with the people around them; how they move; their level of confidence. You were right at the top of any list I might have been considering, plus you are sexy as hell. You're not a bodybuilder, yet you have a stunning body. You are the product of perfect genetics, that so many guys dream of. When they see you, you're . . . the type of guy that's . . . attainable. You're not a model. You're just . . . naturally outstanding." Levi grinned. "Jak, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, you are a walking wet dream." "What!?" Levi nodded. "You've got a sort of magnetism that only a couple of the young men I've ever worked with can duplicate. You're the type of person who walks into a room, and heads turn." Jak held out a hand. "Don't do this to me, Levi. I'm a regular guy. If I ever start believing the sort'a things you're saying, I'm in deep trouble." Levi smiled his understanding. "I'll do my best, and I'll forward your request on to Pete and Dave. But, you . . ." Levi hesitated. "Jak, have you watched either of the two videos you've made . . . the one that's already on the Web, or the one which will be going on in the next couple days?" Jak laughed, uneasily. "No. I've heard enough about how I looked, on the first vid, from my father and brother. Besides, knowing me, I'd probably start analyzing everything I did. I'd rather not do that. I don't want what I do to start looking like I'm acting, or that I'm adhering to some sort of formula, or something. When I was with Cody, or Boyd, I was having a great time. I'd like to think that the people who're watching the vids can pick up on that, and be turned on, along with me." He lowered his eyes. "That's why I sort'a abandoned what you asked me to do. I'm sorry. It felt like a formula. Y'know, something like, 'you suck him for a few minutes, then he'll do you, then you kiss, then you suck some more.' Get the idea? It sounds like I'm criticizing you. I'm not. After all, you're the boss. But . . ." "There's no need to apologize. The results speak for themselves. You don't mind me . . . suggesting . . . who I'd like to see top, in a particular video?" Levi grinned, looking across the table from beneath lowered lids. Jak laughed. "No . . . that sort'a thing's okay. I just like to be the one to decide how to get from point A to point B." He paused. "Geez, that sounded bad. You know what I mean. Go ahead. Tell me what you want. I'll do it. If I can have a little freedom to do what feels right, while following your instructions, though, that would be awesome." It was Levi's turn to laugh. No one had ever . . . negotiated . . . with him before. He had to admit, though, that, like he said, the results of Jak's approach spoke for themselves. "Has anyone ever told you that the bed is not the only place where you're aggressive?" When Jak blushed, Levi continued. "You got it! I'll tell you what's important to me, before each scene, and you can play the rest by ear. Will that work?" "Yeah, sure." Jak folded his napkin, laid it on the table, and looked around. "Now, you mentioned something about an interview, or something, right? I'm guessing you'd like me to shoot a load for you, too." "If it wouldn't be too much trouble," Levi responded, in a dry tone of voice. Jak winked. "No, no trouble. I'm sort'a horny. Besides, that's the sort of thing I get paid to do, y'know," he chuckled, pleased when Levi rounded the table and patted him on the back. As they walked toward the house, Jak asked. "Could we start filming, as if I just walked into the room?" "Whatever you want. Gimme a minute, and I'll let the guys know that they should follow your lead. I'll let you know when you should come in. The cameras will already be rolling." Jak shook Levi's hand. "Thanks for looking out for me . . . and for not being offended by my . . . aggressive . . . personality. Now, let's go have some fun." He rubbed his hands together, as he watched his boss disappear into the house. 'This is gonna be like no interview they've ever done.' * * * "Hey, Soren," Pete said, from off camera, as Jak came into the room. "Hey, guys," Jak said, greeting Pete and Dave, but actually speaking to the unseen audience. "I hate clothes, so I hope you guys don't mind me getting comfortable," he laughed, as he skinned out of his T-shirt. He tossed the shirt aside, then stretched, twisting from side to side. He momentarily toyed with his nipples with one hand, while running the other over his chest and flat belly, as he looked directly at the camera and smiled. 'Hot damn!' Dave said "Um . . ." Pete said, not quite sure how to proceed. "Sure, get comfortable. We've had a lot of requests to ask you to do an interview, so the guys who are members of the Website can get to know you." "Sure." Jak held up a hand in greeting, and smiled. "Hey, guys," he said, to the invisible audience. "I'm Soren." He casually dropped his shorts and toed-off his tennis shoes, then climbed onto the bed and turned to his interviewers, as he sat cross legged, in the middle. "Um . . ." Pete hesitated, feeling totally out of his depth. "So . . . tell us a little about yourself." Jak laughed. "Let's see. I'm eighteen, I'm gay, and I love sex!" He grinned, looking towards Dave, who was watching him in amazement. "Want more?" he asked. "Sure, why not?" Pete said, not quite sure what to expect. "I'm a kind'a serious guy, whenever I'm not playing around, like I am now. I'm a college student, whenever I'm not down here with the guys. I've never had a partner, but someday I'm hoping I'll meet the right guy. I don't have a whole lot of requirements a guy has to meet for me to be interested in him, although I'm sort'a partial to men with dicks. The rest is negotiable." His disarming smile was enough to melt any gay man's heart. 'Half the friggin' country is going to be in love with Jak!' Levi told himself. 'He is the type of man who will be sought out by mainstream publications and television programs. I wonder if he has the slightest clue that such things are even possible?' Levi returned his attention to Jak, who was now leaning against the bed's headboard. His legs were bent at the knees and spread wide, leaving his thick cock to drape over his nuts. He casually scratched his pubic hair, and brought his hand to his nose, inhaling his own scent. Nearby, Dave stifled a groan of sexual frustration. "Before I started working here, I told my folks about . . . stuff. M'mother and sister were't too keen on the idea of me being gay, not to mention having sex for a world-wide audience. My dad and brother, on the other hand, think it's cool. Especially my brother, who's a bigger show-off than I am." Jak began toying with his cock. "Like I said, I love sex." The camera zoomed in to watch, as Jak brought his cock to a full erection, then spread his legs and began to toy with his hole. "Mmmmmm," he murmured, as he ran a finger over the head of his penis, spreading around the pre-cum. He held up a glistening finger to the camera. "Wanna taste?" he asked, then licked his finger, and began to suck on it. He stuck out his tongue. "Y'like swapping spit?" he asked . . . "or sperm?" "I love eating my own sperm," Jak continued. "Other guys' juice is great, too. I like licking it up, having it fill my mouth, or my butt, or having it spray all over me." He grinned, boyishly. "I like to feel the heat of it as it hits me, or feel how a guy's dick sort'a thickens, just before he begins filling my mouth with his stuff." He closed his eyes and licked his lips, while slowly stimulating himself. "I've made a couple vids since I started here. Maybe you've seen 'em. Both Cody's and Boyd's juice was awesome. How'd you like to watch as a bunch of guys line up to give me their sperm? They could fuck me, unloading in my hole, or I could suck 'em off, one by one." He turned to the camera. "How'd you like to fill my mouth with your cum? I'd love to taste it. "After you shoot, maybe we could kiss, so we can share your juice?" Jak groaned, as the camera watched him masturbate, using his own pre-cum as lube. "Or . . . maybe you'd like to be one of the guys who fuck me," he said, quickly turning onto his belly, then getting onto his knees and spreading his butt cheeks for the camera to get a closeup of his hole. "Get me nice and wet first, okay?" he said, as he ran a finger around the perimeter of the muscular opening. "Use your tongue," he murmured. "Yeah, that's it. Get in deep. Get me nice n'wet. Now . . . slide into me . . . nice n'easy, until your hair is mashed against my cheeks." He squirmed slightly, as if someone was inside him. "That's the way," he moaned, as he circled his thick erection with a hand, and began to slowly milk himself. "Uuuuu . . . that feels great. Yeah, that's it . . . nice n'slow. Make it last." Levi closed his eyes, doing exactly as Jak was inviting the people, who would see this video, to do, imagining what it would be like to be buried pubes-deep in his hole. "I love it when a guy pumps a big load up my butthole. That's what you'd like t'do, isn't it?" he asked, in a low, hypnotic voice. "You'd like to feel the heat of my hole surround your dick, as you get ready to shoot." He inhaled sharply. "Yeah, that'd be hot, feeling you on top of me, filling my hole with your dick, while we kiss." 'Holy shit,' Levi thought, from where he stood, out of Jak's field of vision. 'Once the members see this, I'm gonna be flooded with email. It's about all I can manage, not to drop my shorts and masturbate, imagining doing everything he's suggesting. This makes every single interview we've ever done tame by comparison. I love it!' He grinned, as he glanced toward Dave, who had unzipped his shorts, and was slowly masturbating, following Jak's example. Levi couldn't help but grin. Pete, bless his soul, was sweating, and was doing his best to ignore the erection which was straining at his shorts. 'The minute this is over,' Levi thought, 'he and I are going to retreat to the bedroom and relieve ourselves.' "I'm about ready t'shoot," Jak said, breaking into Levi's thoughts. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs wide. "Why don't you shoot with me?" He continued to slowly stroke his thick cock. His eyes were closed, as he created a fantasy for everyone who would be watching. Pete moved closer, creating the impression that the viewer was next to Jak. "Yeah, that's it," Jak murmured, as a fine sheen of perspiration covered his chest. The slapping sound of each stroke of his cock was clearly audible in the quiet room, as was his rapid breathing. "C'mon, guy. Work that dick. Shoot into my mouth. Lemme taste your stuff." Jak's orgasm was approaching, and Pete, having experienced the force of Jak's release, moved back, so he wouldn't miss it. "Yeah, guy," Jak groaned, twisting slightly, from side to side, as the sensations grew. "Onto my tongue," he murmured, as he extended his tongue. He took a gasping breath, while, at the same time, he arched his back and took one last stroke. His penis thickened, he jerked, and a thick strand of sperm shot out of his cock, splashing against his chin and open mouth. Jak licked his lips, as a second shot, almost equaling the first, left a thick, white trail over his belly and chest. The third and fourth contractions produced equally thick shots, but without the same force. Those "Whew," he murmured, as he ran his fingertips through the pearly white pools, scooping up all he could. "That was sweet!" He glanced at his sticky hand, and the glistening pool in the palm of his hand. "Here," he said, holding out his hand toward the camera. "You first." Dave groaned, and unleashed his own orgasm, splashing his load onto his shorts. Acting as if his imaginary partner had taken the first lick across his hand, Jak brought his hand to his lips and licked his palm, and each finger, clean. Finally, he smiled a sleepy smile, and lay back against the pillows. "C'mon, guy, let's cuddle. You were great!" he winked. "We're gonna have to do this again." Pete waited for a few moments, not sure whether Jak was finished, then shut off the camera, and turned toward Levi. "C'mere, lover," he said, holding out a hand. "You and I have something to take care of." The two men hurried from the room, leaving Dave, who was licking his own hand, and Jak, who had propped himself up on his elbows. He turned to Dave and smiled, brightly. "So . . . how was that?" * * * Jak leaned his head against the window of the airplane and closed his eyes. There had been hugs all-round, as he left Florida, heading for home. Ron, Boyd, and Cody had kissed him, with Cody surprising him at the intensity of his goodbye. Dave, Pete, and Levi hadn't kissed him, but had given him heartfelt hugs. Levi had also given him an acknowledgment from his bank, with confirmation that they'd received a direct deposit, as payment for the past two weeks' work. 'Damn!' he'd wanted to say. 'I still don't believe you're paying me that!' He'd been warned before hand, though, to not make any comments about the check, other than to say, 'thank you'. "None of the other guys have an exclusive contract," Dave told him, the day before, "so none of 'em are pulling in what you are. For harmony's sake, don't mention it." Jak silently nodded his understanding. When Levi handed him a copy of the money transfer, he'd murmured, "You're worth every penny, Jak," then had hugged him, in an unusual show of affection. Levi was almost . . . fatherly, always kind, but never very demonstrative of his affections. The quick embrace startled Jak, who barely had time to return the hug, along with a sincere expression of thanks, before Levi moved on to Ron. "Maybe we'll be partnered the next time we're here together," Ron said. "I'm sorry it wasn't this time." He smiled. "I've been having to listen to Cody and Boyd go on and on and on about what it's like to be with you." He grinned. "I'm jealous." Jak had taken Ron in his arms, for an extended hug and kiss. Unlike the day they'd met, no one tried to stop them, and, when they separated, both men were breathless and flushed. "I'm looking forward to it," Jak murmured. "You are soooo friggin' sexy." "Y'looking forward to going back to the snow and ice?" Pete had asked, with an evil chuckle, as Jak caught his breath, and Ron stepped back, wearing a brilliant smile. 'Once again, Jak knew exactly how to handle the situation. Ron's going home, not feeling left out, but looking forward to the time he's partnered with Soren.' Pete glanced to where Ron was talking with Boyd and Cody. 'Masterful.' "I know what the cold's like," he said, returning to his earlier comments. "I'm from the North Country, too. Not so far north as to see polar bears, but, in the middle of the winter, I half expected to see some, lounging around on the snow in my folks' front yard." After another round of hugs, the young men were delivered to the airport, and, since all were taking different airlines, they separated. Later, while waiting for his flight to arrive, Jak dug out the pay slip. If he hadn't been sitting down already, he would have sunk to the floor. 'I can't believe this!' he told himself, glancing at the pay slip to make sure he was reading it correctly. 'I just . . . can't.' He'd quickly gone from disbelief to embarrassment, back to disbelief, and, finally, to wondering, 'why me? What have I got, or done, to deserve this? Dad works much harder. Hell, everyone works harder. In fact, I'm not working He'd looked up at a young guy's tentative, "Excuse me." He smiled and raised his brows, already knowing what was coming. 'So soon?' he thought. 'I don't know how to handle this.' "Um . . ." the guy said, mentally considering and tossing aside any number of things to say. "You're Soren, aren't you?" Before giving Jak an opportunity to answer, he went on. "I gotta tell you how great your two vids have been. Um," he fidgeted, shifting from one foot to the other. Could I shake your hand, and . . . have your autograph?" he finished, in a rush. Jak stood, and gave the man his warmest smile. "Thanks . . . um . . ." "Paul," the guy supplied, audibly swallowing. "M'name's Paul." "Thanks, Paul. I appreciate the kind words," Jak added, as he shook the man's hand and accepted an airline magazine and a pen. "It's the only thing I have to write on," Paul apologized. Jak flipped through the book until he found an advertisement showing a sunset on a beach, silhouetting palms. Then, feeling ridiculous, autographed the magazine. "To my good friend, Paul. Best wishes . . . Soren," he signed, with a flourish, totally unlike his day-to-day handwriting, catching himself barely in time to keep from signing his real name. "Here you go," he said, returning the magazine and pen. "Keep an eye out. There's another vid which should show up soon. I hope you enjoy it." "Oh, geez. Thanks . . . so much! I'm sure you have guys approaching you all the time, asking for autographs, n'all, so . . . thanks. I've never met someone important before. Ah, this is great." "Hey, Paul. I'm just a regular guy, not someone to get so excited about, and definitely not someone important." Paul's eyes widened. "You may think you're a regular guy, but, geez, you're not taking yourself so seriously, like the other guys on the site. You've got a sense of humor. You laugh. You're having a good time, and, because you are, I am. "I don't wanna take any more of your time. I could sit and talk When Jak returned to his seat, the elderly woman who had been sitting next to him, and with whom he'd exchanged a few pleasantries, studied him. "So . . . you're someone important, huh?" she asked, with a twinkle in her eyes. "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation," she apologized. "Y'know, most folks would be thrilled to have someone ask them for an autograph, and to be told they're important. That doesn't seem to be the case with you . . ." she paused, waiting for him to supply a name. "Jak," he answered. "M'name's Jak. And, I'm guessing a person's importance is in the eye of the beholder." "Something like beauty?" "Yes, ma'am. Something like that." "Or, like, humility?" she added, with a twinkle in both her eyes and her voice. "Well, Jak. I must say I agree with your friend." She nodded in the direction the autograph-seeker had taken. "I think you are an important person, if for no other reason than because of your honesty, and humility. It's a pleasure to know such a fine young man," she concluded, extending her hand for him to shake, then resting her other hand on top of his, as they shook hands, in an unexpected gesture of kindness. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, through a tight throat. "The pleasure is mine." He reluctantly stood, as the boarding for his flight was announced. "I'm sorry I'm not able to visit longer." The woman made a toss away gesture. "That's okay. I'm thinking that both of us have gotten more from our brief visit than either of us realize. You take care of yourself, Jak. It's been an honor." "For me, too," he croaked, then turned away, swiping at his watery eyes, as he joined the line of people waiting to board the plane. "Honor?" he murmured, as he replayed the conversation in his mind. 'Autographs? All that money?' He closed his eyes. 'Why me?' * * * There was nothing but white, for as far as he could see. 'Maybe Pete was right,' he thought. 'I'm gonna miss running along the beach, tossing a Frisbee, and playing with Hector.' He looked out of the window, as the plane descended. 'I'm gonna freeze my nuts off.' He couldn't help but grin. 'I wonder how Levi would explain that to his subscribers.' The thought was quickly dismissed. He'd grown up with cold winters, and knew he wasn't about to freeze his nuts off. Still, there was something about the warmth and the beach which called to him. 'What have you got, back there, other than the beach?' he asked himself. 'This is home. This is where Dad is, and where Rex is. This is where I belong. The beach, Hector, Levi, Dave, Pete, and all the rest are fine, but . . . spending over two weeks in a hotel room, by myself, hasn't been fun.' A few minutes later, after the obligatory announcements, to which no one paid attention, he slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder and followed the rest of the passengers down the jetway, shivering at the sudden cold. 'Geez,' he thought. 'I've gotta dig out my coat, before I head outside.' "Jak!" He turned at the sound of his name. "Dad!" A moment later they were in one another's arms, for the long awaited hug. "It's so good to have you back," Steve said, as he held his son at arms' length and drank him in. "You're looking wonderful . . . so tanned!" He pulled Jak close for another hug. "I have missed you so much!" "Oh, Dad. You have no idea," he gulped, "how I've missed you." He dug his coat out of his bag and slipped it on, as he and his father approached the doors, which framed a scene of white, with a low, grey "Rex is great. He's asked me to tell you that he'd be here to welcome you home, but he didn't think they'd let him leave school "How're Mom and Aubrey?" Jak asked, glancing sideways. "They're fine. They got home yesterday, from your grandmother's." "Oh . . . um . . . good." Steve stopped and turned to his son, reaching out to hold his shoulder. "Whatever's going on is not your fault, Jak. Listen to me and believe it! You . . . are . . . not . . . to . . . blame. Do you understand? I don't want to hear any 'yeah, buts', either. This did not start with Aubrey calling you names. That was just the thing which brought it to a head. If it hadn't been that particular incident, it would have been something else. It's been going on for a long time, and does not involve you. Okay?" he asked, wearing a serious expression. "I know you, Jak. You will take on responsibility for everything. Well, believe me, none of what's going on at home has anything to do with you." "Yes, sir. I understand. I'll do my best to remember what you said." They arrived at the car. Jak tossed his bag into the back seat, then quickly climbed into the car, slammed the door, shivering as he did so. While his father was settling himself behind the steering wheel, Jak took a quick look around and saw they were alone. "Dad," he said, the moment his father closed the car door. "C'mere." He turned to his father, pulled him close, and gave him the kiss he'd been waiting to give, since the night they'd discussed the first video. 'I'm kissing my father!' he thought, as he aggressively mashed his lips against his father's. Steve groaned, a sound deep in his throat, as his lips parted and welcomed his son's tongue. They kissed, parted, looked at one another, then kissed again, this time more slowly . . . more thoroughly. "You are not alone, Dad," Jak murmured, as they parted. "Never alone. Rex and I are here for you, just like you've always been for us. We may be your sons, but we're also your best friends. When you need to talk, or rant, or hold someone, or have someone hold you, we will be there." "Ohhhh, Jak," Steve murmured, as he studied his son. "Those words were almost as welcome as that kiss. Almost," he added, with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "That was the very best kiss I have ever received." He barked a soft laugh. "It's been a long time since I was kissed by a man." He shook his head in wonder. "Such a different experience, from kissing a woman." A grin flashed across his face. "Y'know, I was sooo jealous, watching you kiss Cody, on that video, wondering what it would be like for you to be kissing me. Now, I know." "I thought it was great, too," Jak smiled, acknowledging his father's words. "I just wish things weren't so rough on you right now, or that I could be here more often. I'm worrying about you all the time. Are you doing okay? I mean, f'real?" "Yeah," Steve said, as the heater warmed the car. "I'm doing fine. Work's good. I've been given a promotion, which is great. Your brother and I have developed a close relationship." Steve grinned. "He's not quite sure what to make of it. I mean, we've never done anything more than what we did, that one time, plus hug a lot." Steve smiled. "Your brother's a damn good hugger. Besides, just like you, he's damned sexy. He's not sure, though, what our changed relationship means. I can understand him wondering. He's had a lot thrown at him in a short period of time. "He told me you'd invited him to spend some time with you, where you're staying. That was real nice of you. He's so excited. It was also great of you to call him the other night. He's been nothing but smiles Steve pulled out of the airport parking lot, and onto the road leading to the city. "He's had a rough time of things, lately. He claims he's helping me out by hugging me n'all, and he is, but he's getting something he needs, as well. I'm glad we've been there for one another." "Dad," Jak asked. "If you could be on your own . . . would you?" "In a minute! I'm getting so I can't handle all the drama, Jak, or the petty mind games, played by those women." He shook his head. "I don't know if it's just that I'm rediscovering what it's like to be with a man, or what, but . . . I'm having a tough time handling it all. I don't want to argue, especially over things . . . the young lady chooses to shout about. She claims that the moment she turns eighteen, she's gone, never to return." There was a long pause. "I hate to say it, but I'm counting the days." "What's so different about a relationship with a man?" Jak asked. "Other than the sex, of course." Steve's carefree laugh was a surprise. "Jak, you have no idea!" He thought a moment. "There's the strength . . . like when you kissed me, back there. There weren't any 'take-me-to-dinner-first' games, or anything like that. You knew what you wanted to do, and you did it. And, you didn't give me a little peck on the cheek, along with a pat on the cheek. You fuckin' kissed me! Women don't have a clue how to kiss. If you held 'em like a guy likes to be held, they squeal some sort of abuse, or something. And . . . kissing a guy," he shook his head. "There is no comparison. "Oh, guys can have their own games, but, at least, those I know how to handle. We're all speaking the same language. With a woman, it's different. "You have to understand that I would not change the direction my life took. I have loved your mother. I have never done anything behind her back . . . until that little thing with Rex, the other day. And I am unable to imagine life without my children. So . . . I am happy." He turned and grinned. "I sure would be happier, though, without all the stuff which is going on. "Now . . . tell me about you." "I did one more vid before I left. It's sort'a an interview, J/O thing. That makes three that I've done. Levi paid me and set things up for me to come back in about three weeks. There'll be a group of different guys, so things might be different." "Different?" "Yeah. Dad, I'm lonely. I'm surrounded by great guys, but you're not there. Rex isn't there. And, talking to you guys on the phone, as great as it is, isn't as good as being in the same room with you. I feel older than the other guys. I'm not. I just feel that way, 'cause I'm more serious . . . down-to-earth, y'know? Hanging out with Rex will be way more enjoyable than hanging out with them. I'm not talking about Levi, or Pete, and Dave. The other guys are great guys, but they act like kids. I don't like that. Maybe I'm seeing some of the guy-games you mentioned. Who knows? I'm like you. I'm not too keen on playing games." "So, what do you plan on doing with your time while you're here?" Jak shrugged. "I don't have any plans. I'm hoping to see a lot of you and Rex. Beyond that, who knows. Maybe something will happen." * * * "I hate ice," Jak grumbled, as he gingerly made his way across the grocery store parking lot. "Ice belongs someplace where there are penguins, and Polar bears, and people who like the frippin' cold, not here." He slipped, but steadied himself on a nearby car. 'Maybe I should take Pete's suggestion and move t'Florida.' He immediately rejected the thought. 'Maybe when things settle down up here, but not now. I'm feeling bad enough, 'cause I'm away from Dad as much as I am. I can't leave him high and dry, especially after telling him I'd be there for him. Maybe after all this stuff with Mom and Aubrey clears up, things'll be different.' He sighed. 'By then, it'll probably be warm. No, I can't even think about moving away, other than the time I'm away for work. I'd hate not being near to Dad and Rex.' He spotted his car, and slowly made his way across the parking lot, doing his best to carry his groceries, while keeping his balance. As he approached his car, a passing pick up truck sounded its horn, as it sped through the lanes of cars, narrowly missing him, heedless of the icy pavement. "YEOW!" he shouted, as he slipped, landing on his back, amidst his groceries, most of which had escaped the torn plastic bags, and lay scattered about, like so much rubbish. "I hate ice," he grumbled, as he shook his head, sat up, and rubbed the back of his head, where he'd hit the pavement. "So do I," someone said, from behind him, in a soft voice, filled with amusement. Jak quickly looked over his shoulder. "I heard your shout. Are you okay?" the blond man asked, as he knelt and began gathering up some of the contents of Jak's shopping bags. "Hell if I know," Jak laughed, still feeling dazed by the fall. "Maybe that fall will knock some sense into me and teach me not to go out when everything's covered with ice. I just got back into town, though, and needed something to eat." He rolled to his hands and knees, then looked up at the person who knelt close by, feeling foolish. "Hi. My name's . . ." he hesitated for the briefest of moments, "Jak. Was I really that loud, when I fell?" "Naw, not really. I was only half a block away," the blond man, with pink cheeks and the slightest dusting of freckles on his nose, said, with a grin which reached his eyes and caused them to sparkle. "I saw groceries scooting across the ice and thought, 'free food!' So I rushed over. When I saw you were conscious, I decided to play like I was helping you gather up your stuff." "Likely story," Jak grinned, as he reached under his car to retrieve something. "That's some strategy, though. Instead of going inside, to buy what you need, you hang about in the cold, freezing your . . . toes . . . and wait for someone to fall so you can grab their stuff before they regain their wits. You don't look like someone who'd rob an unconscious guy blind." "It's my natural good looks, blue eyes, which are an exact match with the sky, and artfully arranged hair," the blond said, sitting back on his heels and smiling broadly. "Y'hair looks a mess t'me." Jak laughed, "and I'll be nice and not mention the grey sky, which doesn't look like your eyes "Well, of course my hair's a mess! Before I made the mad dash across the ice to rescue you, though, it was just the way I wanted it." "So, now it's rescue, is it?" "Yep," the blond man smiled, showing perfect teeth. "By the way, Jak, my name's Keith, the guardian angel." Jak frowned, captivated by the man who looked at him with a playful expression. "Must be rough having such a long first name . . . Keith, the guardian angel . . . what is it? Schwartz?" "No, Massey. Has anyone ever told you you're verging on certifiably insane?" "At least once a day," Jak laughed, as he stuffed his groceries into the remaining bag, and stood. "I'm gonna be bruised tomorrow, I'll bet. It's gonna look bad. It's the last thing I need, to look like I've been in a frippin' fight." Keith stood and brushed the gently falling flakes off his coat. "You'll probably look a mess, but bruises fade. You'll recover." "Yeah, well they'd better be gone in three weeks," Jak grumbled, as he deposited the groceries in the back seat of the car. "So you'll look good for your closeups?" Keith laughed, leaning against the car, with crossed arms. Jak quickly turned to the man who was standing at his side. "Yeah . . . something like that." "Well," Keith began, glancing over his shoulder, presumably toward his car. "Now that I've done my good deed for the day, maybe I should be going. Besides, it's starting to snow again." "Uh, no . . . wait! Um, would you join me for a cup of coffee, or something . . . sort'a as thanks, for helping me, n'all? Please?" Jak asked. "Sure!" Keith laughed. "I thought you'd never ask. I'm freezing my nuts off, standing around in the cold, like this. I would've asked you, but you might have thought me a little forward, asking someone like you "Like me?" Jak laughed, easily falling into the free flowing banter. "Yeah, someone so clumsy," Keith said, playfully pushing Jak. "With a tan like yours, you must have just flown in from California, or something. You shouldn't be allowed to drive. Who knows? You might interfere with someone who thinks they know what they're doing. You know the type. They're the ones who complain about out-of-state drivers, then sit helplessly, as the car they're driving suddenly develops a mind of its own, and scoots across a busy intersection to slam into that shiny, brand new Lexus." "Florida, not California," Jak corrected, "and maybe I am crazy. Two days ago, I was running along the beach in a swimsuit, warming my nuts in the sunshine. Then I decided to head North, so I could join someone and talk about freezing our nuts off, as we stand . . . in the snow . . . in a parking lot. My nuts are telling me I should'a stayed in Florida. The poor things don't know what to make of the sudden change in temp. At least that's what mine are telling me. I can't speak for your nuts, since mine and yours have never met." "Well," Keith laughed, as he held the door to the coffee shop open for Jak to pass. "At least our nuts have each other's for company . . . so they can't complain. I know mine'll enjoy the company." "Thanks," Jak responded, in a dry voice, "from both me and my nuts. I'd introduce you to them, but I don't think this is the time or place." "Maybe after coffee, then," Keith said, as he followed the restaurant hostess to the table. 'What?' Jak asked himself, as he watched the slender man shed his coat and toss it onto the seat of the booth. Keith turned. "Have you frozen in place?" "Um, no. Just thinking." Keith turned to the waitress. "You've got to excuse him. He just blew in from Florida." "The tan gave it away," she grinned. "Welcome to the North Pole," she added, as Jak slid into his seat, and looked up to find Keith studying him. * * * "How'd he look?" Rex asked. "Has he changed? What's he like?" Steve laughed, as he and his son drove to dinner. Restaurant meals had become commonplace, both because homemade meals were a thankful rarity, and because going to a restaurant gave him and Rex a chance to be away from home, and enjoy some peace and quiet. "He's only been gone a few weeks, Rex! The only change is he's got a wonderful tan." "I'll bet it's all over." Rex crossed his arms and nodded, knowingly. "As a matter of fact, he's told me it isn't." "What?" "Jak told me they think he looks good with a tan line, so he's been developing one." "You mean, they think he looks good with a white butt? I'll bet they're right. Did he hug you? What about a kiss?" Steve grinned. "Yes, to both." Rex flopped back and crossed his arms. "I am sooo jealous. Just 'cause I had to be at school, I didn't get a hug or a kiss. We need to keep Jak company, Dad. He told me he's been lonely. Now that he's back home, he doesn't have anyone other than us to keep him from being lonely." * * * "So, that's all there is to know about me," Keith said, wrapping his long-fingered hands around the cup of hot coffee. Crumbs from numerous pastries littered the plates in front of the two men, while, outside, the falling snow was lit by the parking lot lights. "I'm nineteen, a college student, still living at home, and wishing I had more freedom. Pretty boring life, don't you think? What about you? You've been very careful not to say too much about anything. "You're a mystery, Jak . . . a man with a wonderful tan who travels from Florida, where his nuts were warm and comfortable, to the frozen North, for no reason he's anxious to talk about. Something must have torn you away from the warmth." Jak smiled. "Let's see. I'll be nineteen in a couple weeks. I'm home for a visit. I grew up here, and the cold never bothered me, until I found out how nice it is to be warm, in the middle of winter." "Do you go to school down there, or something?" "No." Jak hesitated. "I work. I'm home for a visit. I'll be heading back in three weeks, or so. A couple weeks down there, and a month, or so, back here." Keith bowed his head. "Oh. So, you're gone a lot." When he looked up, it was with a determined grin, which gave lie to his true feelings. "What do you do, down in Florida?" Jak squirmed. "Geez, Keith. I'm feeling all weirded-out talking about it." "Huh? Weirded-out . . . by your job?" "No . . . but by talking about it . . ." There was a pause. "to you. To anyone, actually. I'm liking you, and I'm afraid you might freak on me." "What?" Jak took a deep breath. "I'm sort'a an actor." "I can believe that, looking like you do. And, you mentioned hoping your bruises would disappear. "So, you're sort'a an actor. What do you sort'a act in?" "Porn," Jak murmured, afraid to look up. "Really? How friggin' cool is that? What sort? Straight, gay, barnyard . . .what?" "Barnyard?" Jak laughed. Keith's eyes widened. "Really? Barnyard?" "It was a question, not an answer," Jak laughed. Keith responded with a shrug. "Well, you never know. So, you don't act in barnyard movies. That narrows it down." "Gay." "I'm not surprised. There are some very lucky guys, down in Florida. I should be so lucky! Here we've just met, and you're telling me you'll be heading out in a couple weeks . . . back to those lucky guys, leaving me and my shivering nuts all alone." His grin faded as he leaned forward. "You weren't worried about telling me about the movies. It was the gay thing you didn't want to talk about." Jak shrugged. "It has not gone over very well . . . with m'sister and mother. My father and brother are fine with it." "Well, I think it's awesome, so you can relax." "Wait . . . what do you mean, you should be so lucky?" "I thought all the talk about our nuts might have given you a hint about how things are . . . long ago." He reached across the table and touched Jak's forehead. "Do you suppose you're slow . . . due to the fall on the ice?" he asked, wearing a crooked smile, as he sat back, grinning at the waitress, as she refilled their cups. "So, tell me about it. Do you enjoy what you're doing?" Jak shrugged. "In some ways I couldn't enjoy it more. I mean, I'm partnered with some really knock-out men, but . . . on the other hand, I'm not satisfied. I've been hired to be an object. I've only done a couple vids, and I've tried to break that 'nothing-but-an-object thing' by sort'a taking charge n'stuff. I thought it was going to be so cool, you know, fucking around and getting paid for it. It is fun, and the money's great, but," he shrugged. "even though the guys are about my age, I can't talk about anything, not like you and I are, sitting here." Jak glanced around. "This . . . you . . . it's all so . . . comfortable. There's nothing like this down there." "Do you know what you're looking for, or do you just know that these guys aren't it?" Jak shrugged. "I'm looking for more than I'm getting from them, for sure. I'm looking for a friend, who sees me as more than a dick waiting to perform. I'm not a sex object. I'm a guy . . . whose probably more sensitive about things than he should be." "You mean, you're lonely." Jak nodded, bowing his head. "A lonely romantic." He looked up, with a crooked smile. "Not a good thing to be . . . for a guy in the porn business. I want to cuddle, and hold hands, n'kiss n'stuff, and the guys I work with want to skip all that and go right to the fucking. I hate it!" He shook his head. "I mean, I love the sex, but I'm wanting more than that. They may be drop-dead gorgeous, but they can't carry on a decent conversation. They have no sense of humor." He shrugged. "They're boring." "What sort'a guy are you looking for?" Keith asked. "Someone like you," Jak said, afraid to look up. "You've got a great sense of humor. You're able to carry on a conversation. You've got beautiful, strong hands." He looked up and grinned. "I love hands . . . among other things," he added, in a low voice. "And, on top of all that, you're drop-dead gorgeous, to boot." "Thanks about the gorgeous part. I'd disagree," Keith grinned. "Well, I think you are, and, in my mind, what I say goes." Jak returned the blond's grin, wondering at the rosy cheeks. "Cuddling, you say?" Jak shrugged a nod. "And, holding hands, and kissing?" "Yeah." "Sounds like my type of guy," Keith murmured. "What?" Jak looked up. "Are you serious? You're not just jerking my chain, are you?" "No," Keith said, his smile gone, his voice suddenly serious. "I'm not jerking your chain. You say you like to kiss?" "Oh, yeah," Jak sighed. "Does wherever you're staying have a quiet place, in front of a fireplace, perhaps, where two guys could cuddle, and hold hands, and do a little kissing?" Jak grinned. "I can't supply the fireplace, but I can buy a bunch of candles. Would that work . . . for this hypothetical guy "I don't know about him, but it'd certainly work for me," Keith grinned. He paused, as if waiting for something. "This is where you're supposed to say. 'Let's go get some candles, then go back to my place and get to know each other.'" "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm sort'a new to all this. At work, they plan everything out . . . or at least they try." A grin played about Jak's lips, as he hesitated. "I hope you don't mind . . . y'know," he vaguely gestured toward himself. Keith smiled, as he took the check, left a tip for the waitress, who glanced uncertainly at the two men who'd suddenly become so serious. "That's okay, handsome," Keith murmured, as they left the restaurant. "I'll hold your hand and give you a hug. After a kiss or three, I expect the rest will fall into place."
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