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Jak threw his bag into the back seat and climbed into the car, wearing a bright smile. 'One thing about this job,' he thought, 'I don't need a wardrobe.' "Hey, Dave!" he said, as he slammed the door and turned to the driver to give him a kiss. "Hi, Soren." Dave's answering smile did nothing to lighten his eyes, or the exhausted slump of his shoulders. "Wha . . .?" Jak asked, settling back into his car seat, the kiss forgotten. Dave looked terrible. His normal infectious smile was gone, as was the twinkle in his eyes. Instead, his eyes appeared sunken, surrounded by dark circles. His tan even looked . . . faded. "What's happened?" "Things have changed a little since you went home," Dave said, as he pulled away from the airport curb, and into traffic. "Pete's left. His father died, and he had to go home t'take over the family business." "Surely he'll be back . . . won't he? You guys are a team. You can't have a team with only two people!" "We're not even that. Two people, I mean. Since Pete left, Levi's and my relationship has sort of begun to fall apart. Levi told Pete he was responsible for holding everything together . . . the business, our relationship, everything. At the time, I thought he was exaggerating. It always seemed to me that Levi was the brains behind everything. I mean, he's so . . . domineering, n'all, while Pete sort'a faded into the background. I never did claim to be the smartest guy in this outfit, though, so a lot was going on without me ever realizing it. I mean, organizational and business stuff. I've just played my part as a glorified chauffeur and vid-guy. "But, Levi was right. Pete did a lot more than handle all the books and finances, and stuff. He did everything, leaving Levi free to choose models, schedule video shoots, and handle the prickly personalities of a few of the guys. "I'm not doing great, but Levi . . ." Dave shook his head. "He's devastated. He and Pete have been together, almost since high school. He managed to hold himself together until Pete left; then, he went into a funk like I've never seen before. Thankfully, all this happened just as the previous group of guys were heading home, so we had a few days without anyone worrying about what was going to happen. After all, we have something like twenty models, all of whom have contracts which need to be honored. "You're the last of the current group of guys to arrive. The other three came in yesterday. You'll be working with Yuji, Paul, and Jeffrey. They've all been in to say hi to Levi, but . . ." Dave shrugged. "Like I say, he's a mess. So the guys are hanging around their hotel, wondering what's going to happen to their jobs. They asked me, and all I could tell 'em was that things would work out. "If things don't shape up soon, though, you guys are gonna just be sitting around. With Pete gone, I can't handle the cameras by myself. It takes at least two guys. Besides, until Levi starts feeling better, I'm not interested in much of anything." Jak stared out the window, as Dave took the familiar route . . . first to the hotel, where he waited as Jak checked in; then to Levi's house. The other three guys had been given the day off, and were back at their hotels. When Dave pulled into the circular drive and stopped the engine, Jak took his hand. 'This is a role I've never played before,' he thought. 'I need Keith down here. He can handle this sort of thing much better than I can.' "I never did get the kiss I'm accustomed to getting each time I show up. I'm here to collect," Jak murmured, wearing an understanding grin. He put a hand on the back of Dave's head and held him close, as they kissed. It wasn't an, 'I-wanna-swallow-your-tongue' type of kiss. Instead, it was, an 'I understand the pain you're in and I wanna help,' type. "Things'll look up," he said, when they parted. "You and Levi have had your legs knocked out from beneath you. It's gonna take a little while for everything to settle out. "Instead of giving us guys some time off, though, why don't you put a couple of us to work, while the other two get filmed? Once all of us have some lessons, you'll always have someone nearby who'll be able to help. That way, the business keeps going, and we all learn something new. Plus, it'll be good for us to be doing something, instead of hanging around being miserable, waiting for Levi to feel better." "But, Levi . . ." "Usually makes these sorts of decisions. Levi, however, from what you tell me, is not up to making any sort of decisions right now. So," Jak smiled, pointing to himself, "Jak Rollins is here to save the day, and give all sorts of orders." Dave's mouth twitched into a crooked smile. "I take orders well. Do I have to answer, 'yessir?'" "Damn right, you do! Otherwise, you'll get a . . . spanking, or something." Dave barked a laugh, already feeling better, knowing someone was in control. "Then, I'll have to make sure I don't answer with a 'yessir'. I like getting spanked. Will you be the one doing the spanking?" he asked, a hint of his old self returning. "Hmm. Maybe we'll have to reevaluate the punishment. Just do what I say for a day or so. When Levi's back on his feet, we'll go back to the way things are normally done, eh? "Now, while I'm inside, lighting a fire under the boss-guy, you call Yuji, and whoever . . ." he hesitated, never having met any of the men he was scheduled to work with. "Yuji, Paul, and Jeffrey," Dave supplied. "Are any of them prima donna sorts who would object to learning something about the video end of things?" "No. Cody's the worst one for that sort of thing, and lots has happened with him, while you were up North. He's had a pretty rough life." Jak reached out and touched Dave's shoulder. "I want to hear all about it, but Cody can wait until we've got things in hand. Okay?" Dave nodded. "I'll get on the phone and let the guys know that I'll be picking 'em up . . . when? Tomorrow?" Jak thought. "No, the day after. That way, we can make sure Levi's had a little more time to . . . assimilate things. Now . . . I've got to figure out how to work some magic." He smiled at Dave, then slapped him on the shoulder. "Things will get better, Dave. We just have to tend to one problem at a time." He grinned. "My father, the accountant, taught me that. It's one of his favorite sayings. I never thought I'd be using it." "Good luck," Dave called, as they parted, him to go to the office, to contact the other models, and Jak to Levi's bedroom, to try to . . . work some magic. He gently knocked on the door. "Levi, it's me, Jak, also known as Soren, the bossy man." "Hey, Jak. It's always good to hear your voice," Levi answered, from the bed, where he'd propped himself up on an elbow. "You heard about Pete?" he asked, with a catch in his voice. Jak crossed the room and stood at the side of the bed. "A piece of rotten news. Pete's a great guy. But," Jak continued, his voice becoming firm. "He's not here now, so that means the rest of us have to take up the slack." "Huh? Rest of us?" "Specifically me. Since you're having a rough time, I'm here to boss you around until you're back to your old self, so get ready. The sooner you're in control, the sooner I can stop telling folks what to do and concentrate on trying t'act sexy. Right?" he asked, his voice rising, demanding an answer. "Yeah, I guess." "Hmm. I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm, but . . . we have to make do with what we're given. So, here goes. You're not accustomed to having someone tell you what to do, but, for a couple days at least, I'm going to, and you're going to do what I say, understand?" "Yessir," Levi said, from where he'd propped himself up on an elbow. "But . . ." "No buts! That's a defeatist attitude, and that's not the type of person you are." Jak sat on the edge of the bed, after first giving Levi a tender kiss on the forehead. It was the first time he'd been so . . . familiar . . . with the . . . formidable man, but it felt like the right thing to do, and when Levi didn't balk, he knew it was. He took Levi's hand. "I know it's rough to not have him at your side. You love him. One time, he told me about how you guys got together, and what you meant to one another. But . . . Levi . . . you have to remember, Pete isn't dead. He hasn't called you names, as he ran off with another guy, or anything. It's not like you can't call one another every day, or use your computer's vid cams to see each other's face . . . ahem . . . or . . . whatever you want to show one another. I know. It's nowhere near as good as sleeping next to one another every night, but it's all you've got. You know I'm right, don't you?" Levi shrugged, and nodded once, but didn't look up. "Once he settles in, and things here are taken care of, then you guys can visit one another. It's not as good as what you had, but damn it, Levi, you're lucky not to have had Pete taken from you all together!" "Yeah, you're right. It's just that . . ." He paused, glancing at Jak, who had yet to release his hand. "Who taught you to be such a know-it-all?" Jak shrugged. "I'm just a bossy guy, at heart. Y'know, take charge . . . that sort'a thing?" He lowered his voice and spoke, as if in confidence. "You may have noticed I tend to do the same thing whenever I'm on camera. It's very strange. I don't behave like this when I'm back home." He shook his head. "Must be the Florida sunshine, or the humidity, or something. Brings out the Soren in me. He made a threatening face. "Grrrr. That's me, meaning business." He was pleased when Levi grinned. "Okay, now here's what we're gonna do." "Oh?" "Yep, so listen-up. I've told Dave to contact the other guys and give 'em tomorrow off, to do whatever their little hearts desire, but be prepared to work their asses off the day after." "Doing what?" "We four guys are going to learn to handle a camera so we can help Dave out, doing the vids. That'll be good, both for Dave, who is missing Pete as much as you, and for us guys, who want to help you two out. You've been wonderful to all of us. Now, it's time for a little payback. So, while Dave is teaching us how to point a video camera, you're going to do what you usually do, making plans, setting things up, and whatever else it is you normally do." He grinned. "Standing around, with your arms crossed, looking . . . official . . . would be a good place to start. Keep us randy teenagers in line, y'know. "We're sure to encounter some rough spots, but we'll get by. All of us guys really care for you, Levi. If you can't be head-over-heels-happy, you can, at least, not be bringing everyone else down, by mourning Pete's departure. Things'll get better. You just have to give life . . . time." "So, what are you, Dave, and I going to do until the day after tomorrow, when video school starts?" Levi held up a hand. "I'm not being critical, and if I sound bitchy, I'm sorry; I don't intend to be. But, I'd like to know what you've got planned," he added, with a crooked smile. "Um. Beyond tonight, I don't know, for sure. Tonight, though, you and Dave are going to let me treat you both to a fabulous dinner where the two of you can have a couple too many drinks, and start singing about how you left your heart in San Francisco, or some place. Then, when we're thrown out of the restaurant, 'cause you guys are being so rowdy, I'm going to drive you back home and put you to bed." "And you're not going to have a couple too many drinks and sing about leaving your heart . . . up North?" "No. I'm too young t'drink. Besides, alcohol makes me giggle, and that's bad for my image. I'm not too young to drive, though. Lucky you. And as for leaving my heart up North . . . nope. It's right where it's always been. What I left up North was Keith. We don't like being apart, either, but we're dealing with it, just like you, Dave . . . and . . . Pete will." He grinned. "That's all I've got figured out, so far. "So . . ." he slapped the bed sheets. "Get your ass out of bed, strip-off, and head to the shower. I'm going to shout at Dave and tell him what we're doing." A couple minutes later, Jak returned to find Levi sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head bowed. "Okay, I can see I'm going to have to do everything." He crossed the room and hoisted Levi to his feet. "Geez, Louise, you're a big guy," he grumbled. "I can't carry you, so you're going to have to walk to the bathroom on your own. Got it? Now, go!" He swatted Levi's underwear-clad buttocks, and followed one step behind, then waited close-by, as his boss emptied his bladder, and dropped his underwear. "Well?" Jak asked, exasperation filling his voice, when Levi seemed unsure what to do next, "What do you normally do when you hear the shower water running?" "Pee. I just did that." Jak rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling. "Give me patience," he implored, drawing a slight twitch of Levi's mouth, which disappeared before the younger man noticed. 'Two can play at this game,' he thought. 'Jak's right. I can't sit and moan about Pete no longer being with us. Damn, it's hard, but, like Mister Strong Man said, it could be worse, and is for many people who have lost a loved one, permanently. I'm curious, though, to see how this'll play out.' "Okay," Jak grumbled. "I can see we're going to have to do this the hard way." He quickly stripped off his own clothes, set them neatly aside, and gestured to the shower. "After you, Mister Boss Man." Levi meekly passed, glancing at the perfect specimen of manhood standing in front of him before turning his back and stepping into the shower. He'd no sooner gotten under the spray of warm water, than Dave stuck his head into the bathroom, saw Jak sitting on the counter, naked, and began to apologize. "Hey!" Jak called. "Where are you going? Have the guys been called? They know what to expect when they show up for work?" "Yes." "Good. Now strip. You can join Levi in the shower." He crossed his arms and watched Dave shed his clothes." "Damn," Jak muttered, scanning Dave up and down. "You're a frickin' stud." "Thanks," Dave grinned. "You're too old for me." "I'm only eighteen!" "Yeah, I know," Dave repeated, as he joined his boss in the walk-in shower. "Well?" Jak asked, when both men stood under the water, watching him. "Am I going to have to wash you bozos, too?" "Yes!" both Levi and Dave shouted, suddenly brightening. "Oh, so that's how it is, is it?" Jak stepped into the shower and liberally squirted some bath gel over Levi's back, while Dave looked on. "You're supposed to put the gel on the scrubber, not my back," Levi playfully complained, leaning into Jak's ministrations. "Quiet," Jak grumbled, from where he was now squatting, working on Levi's legs. He turned to Dave, who was watching, wearing a bemused smile. "What are you looking at? Can't you scrub yourself?" "No, I'm waiting for you t'do it for me. I'm grinning 'cause I was watching Levi get an erection." Jak tuned Levi around, unprepared to be slapped across the face with a wet cock. "Holy moley!" he shouted. "Remind me never to bend over when you're in the room. And I thought Daniel was humongous! What is it with you both? Are you taking special vitamins, or something? You're gonna tell me you're both bottoms, I bet. Seems to me, super-hung guys normally are, except Daniel of course. It took me a couple days to recover from that pounding." Jak continued Levi's shower, thoroughly, but impersonally washing his groin and between his legs. "Okay, you're done." He slapped the bare skin of Levi's butt. "Switch places with your friend. "You know, of course, that you both should be taking notes during my how-to-give-a-shower lecture and demo," he said, as he methodically scrubbed the second man. "I'm only doing this, once. Tomorrow is the course final. You'll be expected to give yourself a shower." He quickly finished Dave, giving him an identical slap on the ass to the one he'd given his boss. "Whoops!" he laughed, when Dave yelped, then turned to him wearing a bright smile, and a rigid erection. "I forgot about the spanking thing." He looked puzzled. "You didn't get hard just for the swat on the butt did you?" "Nope. Guys feeling me up usually produce the same result. If I'm bad, will you swat me again?" Dave asked. "Nope. We'll think up some other sort of punishment, like eating spinach or something. Spinach which has been boiled and boiled . . . and boiled." Jak shuddered. "That'd sure keep me on the straight and narrow. Oh . . . or, on the narrow, at least," he grinned. He brushed his hands, as with a job well done, appearing pleased with himself, when he noticed both men looking at him, wearing similar smiles. "Oh, no," he began. "Yessir," Levi laughed. "Consider us giving you a shower to be homework. After all, we have to practice on someone." "Oh, alright," Jak agreed. "Make it snappy, though. I'm ready for dinner. I haven't eaten since breakfast." He held his arms out to his sides and concentrated on not getting hard. 'That's the last thing I need to do,' he thought. 'I am not their lover. I don't want to be. I've already got a perfectly good lover, thank you. I also don't want to have sex with either Dave or Levi, so they better not start getting frisky and make me call quits to this . . . adventure. Just wait until I tell Dad! These guys are my bosses, even though I haven't been treating them like they are. They just need someone one to give 'em a kick in the tail, and tell 'em to get on with life. Someone's prob'ly doing the same thing . . . I hope . . . with Pete.' * * * Jak yawned, as he wandered across the grassy courtyard and stepped into the kitchen, never ceasing to be amazed at how many of the home's rooms were open to the outdoors. Levi waved a good morning, then disappeared to answer the phone, as Jak climbed onto one of the bar stools. It was so late when he, Dave, and Levi had gotten back from the restaurant, Jak didn't dare call Keith. There were tests coming up, and, even though he might have been awake, studying, Jak didn't want to interrupt him. So, he made do with a text message. 'I took Levi and Dave out to dinner, and just got back. Good luck on the tests. I know you'll do well. xoxoxo Love . . . me. PS. Damn, I'm missing you. <sigh>' It had been the first night, since working in Florida, that Jak hadn't slept in his hotel room. Instead, he slept on one of the . . . stage-set . . . beds, recalling the men with whom he'd had sex on that very bed. Strangely, though, it wasn't any of those men he dreamt of when he finally fell asleep; it was the man who had captured his heart. "You're looking way better today," Jak said, conversationally, nodding his thanks as Dave handed him a glass of juice. "How 'bout Levi?" "He's doing better. Some of what he's doing is just going through the motions, but he's at least got a bit of a routine reestablished." Dave stared into his coffee cup. "He and Pete were deeply in love, y'know. I've always been a nice accessory. They loved me, just like I did them, but they never felt about me like they did about one another. Now that Pete's gone . . . well, things between Levi and me just aren't the same. We haven't talked about what to do, yet, but we will. I think much of his 'feeling bad' is 'cause he's trying to figure out how to tell me what I already know." "You're sure about all this? I mean, this isn't just your emotions making you say this, is it?" Jak asked. "And, if you are right, what do you intend to do?" His eyes widened. "Don't tell me you plan on leaving him, too! Dave, that wouldn't be cool. Even if you end up not being lovers, you are still very good friends, who work a business together. You're important to one another on lots of levels. Don't make any decisions without first thinking about them really well, okay? Please?" he asked, reaching across the counter and squeezing Dave's shoulder. Dave jerked a single nod. "You've been good for us, Jak . . . Levi and me, I mean. If you hadn't whipped us into shape yesterday, and took us out to dinner, we'd have sat around the house staring at one another, wallowing in our feelings. Thank you." He grinned, looking up from his coffee cup. "Oh, and, I've been meaning to tell you that, while the three of us were in the shower, you could have spent a little more time cleaning under my foreskin." "Yeah, well, I don't have that to worry about. You'll have to forgive me. Besides, I didn't want to spend too much time down there, for fear of you springing a boner on me. That shower was crowded enough with us guys in there. With you and Levi swinging those sausages around, a person . . . me . . . couldn't turn around without getting poked. No one pokes me but Keith, unless it's for work, of course." "So . . . um . . . tell me about this wonderful man who you allow to . . . poke you." Dave's smile transformed his face into the one Jak was more accustomed to seeing. "He's the most wonderful man I've ever met. Looks something like one of those dirty-blond surfer-type guys, with a perpetual wind-blown look about him. "He seems to be pretty shy, until he gets t'know you; then, and especially if he's naked, he becomes more like Soren, than Soren. For me, Soren's an act. It's not how I really am, deep down. For Keith, it's just the opposite. That's what he's like." Jak laughed. "You should have seen me, the first time I brought him over to the apartment where I was staying. I was so nervous; I was fumbling with the keys, and acting like a real dummy. To make matters worse, it was snowing like crazy . . . and blowing! Sheesh! Then, when we went inside, like a complete idiot, I stuffed the groceries, some candles I'd bought, as well as a change of clothes, into the refrigerator. They were all in plastic bags; so, without thinking, in they went. "Then, he took over, with his wonderful sense of humor, and his gentle voice. It's one of those voices which seems to wrap a person in a warm security blanket. "Like I said, he's a blond guy, about my height, with a lean build, something like one of those lightweight wrestlers. He's almost hairless, except for a really thick pubic bush. He's got the most beautiful smile. Oh, and when he touches me, I sort'a just melt . . . except for my dick. It gets hard." "What's he think of your job, and of you having to be away from him so much?" "He doesn't like me being away. He thinks the job is fine, but it would be a lot better if I wasn't having sex with anyone, and if I had to have sex, he'd prefer the guy to be really, really . . . really ugly . . . oh, and to not have a dick." Jak laughed. "His sister . . . she's fourteen . . . thinks I am about the coolest guy on the planet. His parents seem to like me, too, even after learning how I make a living." "Maybe you should invite him down, while you're here. I'm sure one of the guys would be able to show him around, n'stuff, while you're . . . busy. Do you think he'd go for that? It'd also show him that the guys we've got working for us are nice people, who are not preying on one another. "What would he think of such an invitation? Do you think having him down for a visit, and meeting Levi, me, and the guys might make him feel better about what you do?" Jak sighed. "I don't know. He's got this inferiority complex about not matching up with the guys here." Jak barked a laugh. "If he worked for you, he'd be a star, I'm sure of it. And, it's not my prejudices showing. Did I tell you about his wonderful hands? His dick's great, too . . . and his butt! When he's around, I'm in heaven!" * * * "Okay, Levi," Jak said, as he heard Dave's car in the driveway, beyond the courtyard wall. He finished his glass of juice, and slid off the bar stool, extending a hand for his boss to join him. "It's time to be our natural, lovable selves . . . right?" Levi tapped on the tabletop with both hands, and stood. "Right. Onward and upward, eh?" "You're making the introductions, like usual?" Levi nodded. "I'll be fine . . . Soren . . . and, thank you. You are more special than I ever imagined." He held up a hand to prevent Jak's almost automatic protest. "Don't argue with me. Whether you want to admit it or not, you are a special person. No one else, except Pete, perhaps, could have brought me out of my funk." He gave Jak a crooked grin. "I'm not completely out of it, but I'm on my way, and it is due to you. When I hired you, I had no idea how important you'd become to me, to Dave, and to everyone you meet. That is the definition of a special person, as far as I'm concerned." He lowered his voice, as three young men and Dave, bounded through the gate, laughing and joking. "Keith is a very lucky man, as is your father, and brother." "Hey, men!" he called, gesturing them into the shade. "I'd like to thank you for your concern during the last couple days. Pete's departure left a hole, which is going to be difficult to fill. It happened so quickly, I was stunned. But, I'm feeling better now. I'd also like to thank you all for volunteering to learn some of the behind the camera things Dave can teach you, until we find a person to fill the spot." "I'd like you all to meet Soren, a great young man. You've probably all seen him in action on the website. Now, you'll have a chance to work with him. Since he's started working for Dave and me, he's become more than a business associate, he's become a valued friend." 'Why do I feel like an old man?' Jak asked himself. 'All but one of these guys has way more experience than I do . . . at least in front of a camera. They've also known Levi longer than me. Special?' he asked himself. Each of the men nodded a greeting. The first to say something, though, was the new person, a slightly built Asian man with short, spiky hair, sensuous lips, and a beautiful smile. He stepped forward and held out his hand. "Hi, Soren. I'm . . . um . . . Yuji." He grinned, still not comfortable calling himself by something other than his real name. "It's going to be great working with you." He ducked his head, as a pink blush colored his cheeks. "Hiya, Soren," a pale blond stepped forward, next. "I'm Paul." Jak grinned, as he returned the firm handshake. Paul was full of boyish bravado, behaving like an excitable puppy. He had short blond hair which, combed like it was, made him look like a short-quilled blond porcupine. His turned up nose and mischievous eyes took him from merely a nice looking man to someone stunning. "And, last . . . but not least," the third man announced, as he shook Jak's hand. "I'm Jeffrey." He tilted his head to the side, slightly, as a smile played about his lips. "Is it true that you're the most awesome kisser Levi's ever hired?" He raised his eyebrows. "That's what everyone is saying." "Everyone?" Jak laughed. "Yeah, everyone who's ever kissed you. May I?" he asked. "I hate taking other people's word for things, y'know." "Then there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Jak said, falling into his Soren persona. He didn't wait for Jeffrey to step forward, but held out a hand and drew Jeffrey close and kissed him. "Whoa . . ." Yuji laughed, as he urged Jeffrey to move aside. "I haven't heard anyone say anything about your kisses, but I'm about ready to pop, just watching one. C'mere," he said, reaching for Jak. "Don't squeeze me as hard as you did him, though. I'm just a small guy. I'd prob'ly break, or something." "You're a talker, aren't you?" Jak chuckled, as he held Yuji in a tight embrace and repeated the kiss. 'Oh, Keith,' he thought. 'No one can compare with you.' Yuji finally stepped away, wiping his mouth with one hand, and adjusting the crotch of his jeans with the other, as Jak turned to the wide-eyed Paul. "Love the hair," Jak murmured, as he teased the ends of the spiky hair. "Y'wanna kiss?" Paul slowly nodded, and made a whimpering sound. "Uh oh," Dave thought. "Someone thinks he's in love." Instead of the aggressive kisses he'd given the other two men, Jak tenderly drew Paul to him, almost as a lover. He first kissed the tip of the blond man's nose; then, after looking him in the eyes, tenderly touched his lips to the man who was about to hyperventilate. "Oh, geez. Oh, geez," Paul gasped, when they finally parted. "I've never been kissed like that." He turned to Levi, who was looking on, wearing a paternal smile. "Give the man a friggin' raise!" * * * "Keith!" Jak shouted, when the phone was answered after only one ring. "How're you doing?" he asked, as he flung himself off the bed and walked to the hotel room window, paying only slight attention to the reflection of his naked body. All the previous couple of days' problems faded into insignificance at the sound of his lover's voice. "Yeah, I know." He ran his hand over his head, wishing he were running his fingers through Keith's hair. "I apologize for not calling. I'd no sooner gotten here than I learned that Pete, y'know, Levi and Dave's partner, had to return home because of his father's death. He's being forced to take over the family business, so he won't be back. Dave and Levi were not handling his leaving well, at all." He chuckled. "I took them out to dinner, just so they'd get cleaned up and get out of bed. The change of scenery did wonders. They had a few drinks, which made 'em feel better, and I spent the whole evening talking about you. Geez, I wish you were down here! "No, if Levi's spoken with Pete, he hasn't told me; so I don't have a clue how he's handling everything. I was too busy helping hold things together, here, to worry much about him. I hope he's doing okay. He sure is a nice guy. Levi told me Pete was the glue which held both the business and the relationship together. Something like you, I expect," he laughed, then sobered, as he turned back to the room and began pacing. "Damn it, Keith," he groaned. "I miss you! Talking to you on the phone is just not good enough. I want to touch you, and taste you. I want to hold you close, as we move around, pretending we're dancing t'some of that show music you like so much." He listened to Keith's response, then laughed. "Yeah, wrestling nekkid would be cool, too; plus some heavy kissing. "The new guys? Well, they all seem nice. There's one new guy, Yuji. He's Japanese, I think. He's a small guy . . . looks like a dancer, or something. The other two, Paul and Jeffrey, one blond, one brown hair, both looking like they just had their hair done." Jak gustily sighed. "Well, I'm never gonna have that much hair, so why should I worry about it? "Geez, here I am naked as a jaybird, and hard, just thinking about holding you, n'stuff, and I'm not supposed to shoot t'night. I've got a vid tomorrow. "Yeah, I'll be working with Yuji, the Japanese guy. It looks like I'm only gonna do one vid during this trip down here. I'm scheduled to be interviewed by a couple magazines, though. They've also scheduled a photo shoot for someone, and an interview on a radio station, or something. I haven't heard any details about that. So, I'll be busy doing all those things, and trying to keep Levi and Dave focused. "Yes, the other guys were already here. I was the last one to show up. "Wait a sec! Here I am talking about me and what's going on here. I want t'know how my favorite man is doing." He listened for a couple minutes. "Congratulations! I always knew I fell for the smartest guy in school. You aced both tests? That's outstanding! "No, I haven't talked to Dad since I got here." Jak completed one circuit of the room, then stepped onto the balcony, where he flopped onto one of the chairs. Oh . . . no, I didn't know he was going anywhere. Whatever the reason is must have come up quickly. What about Rex? Is Dad gonna leave him alone for a whole week? "Oh . . . good. Thanks for looking out after him. I know he thinks he's all grown up, but . . ." Jak laughed at something Keith said. "Yeah, he'll do anything for a meal. Besides, your Mom's a stellar cook. Your parents will like him. He's a little charmer. Oh, I think it'd be fun to watch how he handles your sister. He keeps claiming he's not too keen on girls, but I bet girls are sure keen on him. The boy's a walking sex machine. I'll bet Rex is already planning on ways to get into your pants. "Um . . ." he swallowed, imagining his brother and Keith naked . . . together . . . kissing. He hated that his voice had taken on a new tone, but couldn't seem to do anything about it. "Um . . . I know . . . you're not planning on anything happening between you two, but if it did . . . um . . . why should I complain? "Yeah . . . I'm okay. Huh? . . . Yeah, really." * * * 'Holy friggin' damn!' Paul thought to himself, as Soren rolled Yuji onto his back, pushed his knees back to his shoulders, and alternated between attacking the smaller man's spread cheeks, and sucking on his hard cock. 'If I didn't know better, I'd swear Soren was angry about something. We were all told he was an aggressive partner, but gee-whiz! I hope this isn't the way he is all the time.' Paul smiled to himself. 'I guess it's a good thing he's been teamed with Yuji, who has made it plain he likes things a little rough. 'I sure hope he's not that rough if he and I are ever partnered,' he thought, as he did his best to hold the video cam steady. Nearby, Jeffrey was handling another cam, while Dave moved around getting closeups, or whatever. 'That kiss he gave me, when we met, was anything but aggressive,' he thought, feeling a stirring in his groin. Yuji was now lying on his back, with one leg drawn back, exposing his dark hole, and groaning, as Soren knelt between his spread legs, and rubbed his erection from side to side over the opening. Jeffrey's erection was becoming uncomfortable, as it stretched the confines of his shorts. 'Neither Paul nor I have ever been in the same room with any one of the guys, as a vid was being shot. I wonder what it's gonna be like to have two of 'em nearby when someone and I are the focus of everyone's attention. As for those guys on the bed . . . I don't think they even realize we're here, they're so wrapped up in one another.' Dave winced, as Jak pushed the entire length of his cock into Yuji, in one smooth move. 'I'd be screaming bloody murder,' he thought, 'but, there the small guy is, giving Jak a pleading look, and murmuring for him to do it harder.' Dave desperately wanted to grope himself, as the two men changed positions. Yuji was on his side. He pulled one of his legs back, exposing his tortured butthole to both the camera and Jak's probing fingers. "Y'ready?" Jak murmured, loud enough for the microphone to pick him up, from where he was snuggled close, his chest against his partner's back. "Y'wanna be filled with my juice?" he asked, as his cock replaced his fingers, stretching the smaller man's sphincter as it slipped inside. All Yuji could do was limply nod and beg for more, as Dave filmed a closeup of the penetration. 'Holy shit!' Paul thought, looking on in amazement, as Yuji worked his own cock. 'The little fucker's still hard!' 'This isn't like anything I've filmed before,' Dave thought. 'I've not been interested in sex, at all, since Pete left. Now . . . watching Jak's monster slamming into Yuji makes me want to call a halt to the filming, just long enough for me to relieve the pressure. One part of me winces at what it must feel like to be on the receiving end of such an awesome fuck. Another part wishes Yuji was behind the camera, and I was about to be filled with Jak's juice. 'This is more than just fulfilling Yuji's love of things a little rough, though. Something's bothering Jak, and he's taking it out on Yuji.' Dave compressed his lips. 'Not a good thing, if I'm right.' "Fuuuuck!" Yuji hissed, as he changed positions and impaled himself on Jak's erection. He leaned back, supporting himself with his stiff arms, as he began madly fucking himself. He spread his legs wide, giving the camera a great view, and, if anything, was being even more aggressive than Jak. 'Damn, I'm gonna have to shoot a load, after watching this,' Jeffrey thought to himself, flicking a glance to Paul, noting how the blond man's shorts were barely able to contain his erection. A loud groan drew his attention drawn back to Yuji, who was madly fisting his own cock with one hand and supporting himself with the other, as he bounced on the thick erection. Jeffrey zoomed in, just as the small man shouted, "Shit!" and his cock began shooting sperm into the air like a fountain. "Oh, yeah . . . Oh, yeah," Jak repeated then, as Dave stepped closer, and Jak's cock jerked and began pumping Yuji full of jiz. Dave knew, from experience, to keep filming, and sure enough, a moment later, Yuji's body couldn't hold everything Jak had pumped into him. His hole relaxed slightly, releasing some of Jak's thick load, which began to run down Jak's erection, then over his scrotum, to drip onto the bed. The two men lay in that position, breathing heavily, until Dave had signaled the end of filming. Then Yuji rolled off, releasing still more of Jak's load, and lay on his back with a laughing, "Whew, that was hot!" Jak smiled, rolled onto his side, and thoroughly kissed his sex partner, thanked him for an awesome time, then rolled off the bed and padded into the nearby showers. His departure meant both Jeffrey and Paul were free to set their cameras aside and strip. "C'mon, guys," Yuji called, from where he still lay sprawled on the bed. "Shoot your loads onto me, then give me a tongue bath." As much as he wanted to stay, to either watch, or participate, Dave set his own camera aside, and followed Jak into the bathroom. Jak was already in the shower, his back to the water spray, with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, as Dave stepped inside and closed the door, securing it behind him. "Y'mind if I join you?" he asked, as he quickly stripped, not waiting for an answer. "Not for sex, but for a cold shower. That was one of the hottest scenes I've ever filmed," he continued, conversationally, as he stepped into the shower enclosure and turned on a second shower head. Jak smiled. "Thanks. The kid's a hot fucker." Dave laughed. "The kid is four or five years older than you. He just looks younger because he's such a small guy. "Now, start talking," Dave ordered, from where he stood, beneath the water's spray. "What's bugging you?" "Nothing I shouldn't be able to handle," Jak grumbled, as he began to vigorously scrub himself. "I don't need anyone's help." "I wasn't offering help. I want to know what's bugging you, so . . . talk to me." "I spoke with Keith. He's going to be looking in on my younger brother, when my father's out of town for the week on a business trip. My brother's about as horny as they come. He makes me look like a friggin' monk." "And . . ." Dave asked, already knowing where the story was heading. "And, I'm not liking the idea of the two of 'em fooling around with one another," Jak answered, scrubbing harder. "Here I am, expecting Keith to be cool about me having sex with the guys here, so I shouldn't expect him to stay away from anyone with a dick while I'm away. Should I? That wouldn't be fair to him!" he loudly complained, as he tossed the mesh scrubber onto the bench, which spanned the length of the shower. "My brother is so friggin' sexy! He's got hair, Dave, and a great personality, and a smile which will melt anyone's heart. He loves to joke around and laugh, and he's as smart as they come. And, on top of all that, he's got an awesome dick, which seems to shoot gallons!" "Sounds like a younger version of his older brother, to me," Dave responded, in a mild voice. "You are everything you claim your younger brother is. And why do you obsess about your hair so much? You're far from bald, and even if you were bald, what's wrong with that? You are drop-dead sexy. And . . . in case you haven't noticed, everyone who meets you thinks so. I heard Ron telling one of the guys how much he loved running a hand through your hair. "Um . . . how old is this little brother you're speaking of? Surely Keith won't be serious about him. I mean, how could he, after being around you? You guys are really serious about one another, right? After listening to you carry on about him at dinner the other night, I'm surprised he didn't come down to Florida with you." 'Take the hint, boy!' Dave thought. Jak dryly laughed. "You haven't seen Rex. He just oozes sex appeal. He could make a fire hydrant get an erection! He's young enough, though, to have no idea how sexy he really is." "Hm . . . if he's everything you claim, it would seem to me he probably does realize the effect he has on guys, and is not the type of person to use his . . . appeal . . . to get what he wants. "Jak," Dave said, as he reached out and grabbed the naked man, holding him at arm's length, and doing his best to ignore the jolt of sexual power which hit him like a slap across the face. 'It's one thing to see Jak and watch him and another guy go at it. It's something else entirely, and something I've never experienced, until now, to touch him. What must it be like to have him climb on top of you and fill you with that thing he carries between his legs?' "Look at me!" Dave ordered. "You are everything you describe your brother as being! On top of all that, you are also one of the most caring men I've ever met. Look at how much you helped Levi n'me, or . . . how you thanked Yuji, a few minutes ago. You didn't have to do that. You'd already gotten your rocks off. You could have just walked away. "What'd you do when you heard about Levi and me? You used your awesome personality and strength of will to help. You could have done what the other guys did . . . say how sorry you were to hear about Pete's leaving, then gone on your merry way. You didn't do that." Dave sobered, then went on. "Levi's and my relationship prob'ly won't ever be what it once was, but you . . . bodily . . . made us see reason, when it came to how we were feeling about Pete. If your brother is anything like what you describe, I wouldn't think you have anything to worry about between Keith and him. If they do end up playing, I'd be willing to bet anything that both of 'em are nothing more than jerk-off buddies. Y'know, someone with whom to get your rocks off, with no messy . . . entanglements? They both deserve to have that freedom, just as you deserve being able to do your job, here. "Jak, if you're upset about Keith possibly jerking off with your brother, aren't you being a bit of a hypocrite? I mean, it sounds as if you're expecting him to play by a different set of rules than you. Is that the right thing to do? Is it fair?" "No, it's not fair," Jak grudgingly responded, in a bad-tempered voice. "But I don't have to like it, do I?" Dave laughed. "No, you don't, but you do have to let both your brother and Keith live their own life without you micro managing it for them. Jak, Keith loves you, and I would expect your brother does, as well. They're not going to do anything to hurt you. You shouldn't try to control either one of them, though. That's not the way to keep someone." Jak sighed. "I know you're right, Dave, but . . ." he said, as he stepped close and wrapped Dave in a warm embrace, then kissed him on the cheek. "Yeah," Dave smiled, encouragingly. "You're right . . . but. Granting others the same freedoms you yourself enjoy can be a little rough. But, you can handle it. You'll also become a better man for having done it. "Now . . . wash my back for me, will ya? I'll take care of the foreskin, just to show you how it's done," Dave grinned.
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