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Keith looked at the glowing surface of his phone, wondering why he was reluctant to dial Jak's number. 'He was in such a good mood, until I mentioned Steve asking if I'd keep an eye on Rex while he took an unexpected trip. Then, it was if his mood plummeted. I've never heard him act so somber. Something I said bothered him.' Keith shook his head in exasperation, and touched the glass surface of his phone, dialing the number. After only one ring, Jak answered. "Keith! How wonderful! Thank you for calling!" Jak sounded nothing like the man Keith had spoken to on the previous night. "I've just gotten in from dinner, courtesy of the McDonald's across the street. I only eat at the very best dining establishments, don't you know? Someday it's gonna catch up with me. "How's the man I love, and think about, constantly? After I showered, I figured you'd be home, and was gonna call you to apologize for the other night. "Yeah, and don't act so puzzled," Jak sighed. "When we were talking, suddenly all I could think about was you and Rex together . . . sexually . . . y'know? There was no excuse for me to feel that way, and I'm sorry. I knew I was being irrational, even as I was being irrational, and it's taken a little while for me to work through my feelings, plus I got a good hard talking to by Dave, who told me how unfair I was being to you, by expecting you to understand what I'm doing, down here, and then, to not give you the same freedoms you've given me. He told me my behavior was inexcusable, and," Jak swallowed, "I agree. Um . . . am I forgiven? I was being an ass. I'll do my best not to do it again; but, if I do, feel free to tell me how I'm behaving and demand that I stop it. "Yeah, that's what the problem was. I felt broadsided, and there was absolutely no reason to feel that way." Jak listened as Keith talked, irritation coloring his voice. "You're right, I was an ass, and you have every right to be pissed. When you mentioned looking in on Rex while Dad was away, I . . . I sort'a stopped thinking, and never stopped to realize you had no idea what was going on in my mind. Again, I'm sorry. I really mean it. I figured you'd be feeling bad, wondering what was going on, and knowing you were worrying was driving me nuts. "I knew you had lots of classes today, and I didn't want to bother you until after they were done. So, after Dave delivered me to my hotel, I spent my afternoon, wandering around, playing tourist. Then I ate, and figured by the time I'd showered, you'd be home. You're not calling me from home are you? Where are you calling from? You must've just gotten out of class. You're not talking to me while you're driving are you? I don't want you to get in a wreck or something." "Oh . . . outside? Isn't it too cold to be sitting outside? Yeah, I know. Spring is on the way. It'll arrive . . . eventually . . . but geez, Keith, the snow must still be knee-deep in places! If you think it's warm, you're engaging in a bit of wishful thinking, lover. Spring won't arrive for at least another month. Hell, it'll still be cold when I come home next, but I have a few ideas how the two of us can keep warm." "Oh . . . yeah," Jak answered, responding to Keith's question about the day's vid shoot. "Yuji and I got that all wrapped up, without it becoming an ordeal." When Jak didn't elaborate, Keith interrupted. "Well . . . what is it you want to know? There's no need for me to go into who did what to whom, n'all. Dave told us what he and Levi were looking for, then turned us loose. It was Yuji's first vid, but you'd never have known it. He's a Japanese guy, I think. Sort'a slightly built. Looks like a dancer, or something. He's definitely not shy, like some new guys I've heard about. "Since Pete's no longer here, Dave's teaching us all how to be stand-in camera-guys. So, this was the first time I've ever had the two other models in the same room in which I was working. I don't think it bothered Yuji any, but, for some reason, I was embarrassed, like they were comparing what I do with what they do. And, since the scene was filmed before Dave told me I was being an ass, I still had yours and my conversation on my mind, and I was being a little rougher on him than I should have been. It turns out he likes things that way, but . . . still, I felt sort'a bad, taking out my insecurities on him. "Like I said a bit ago, when we finished, I went off to get a shower, and Dave came in, locked the door and preceded to give me a dressing down. Well, I was already undressed, but . . . you know what I mean. He chewed me out. He's always so mellow and low-key, it was surprising to have him giving me what-for. "Yeah, he and Levi seem to be feeling a little better. Dave's sure their relationship is falling apart, 'cause Pete's no longer here to hold it together. He didn't like the idea of being on his own, but . . . he seemed to be okay with it. What he was really upset about was thinking that Levi's feeling as bad as he is, not only because of Pete leaving, but because he's trying to figure out how to tell Dave they both need to be able to find their own happiness. I'm putting those words in his mouth; but, like I said, when he finished telling me I wasn't treating you fairly, he spilled his guts about him and Levi. * * * Rachel smiled at her, now, ex-husband, as she swung open the door to her apartment, relieved that the divorce papers had finally been signed. "Thank you, Steve, for your understanding, for coming over here with no warning, and for all those years of love," she said, as she sat at the dining table and invited him to sit, with the same gesture he'd seen thousands of times. She looked away, then back, as Steve eased himself into a chair. "I still love you, you know. I could never do anything but love you, after all you've done for the children and me." "We've just grown apart," Steve added, when it appeared his ex-wife was having difficulty. "How are the boys? I got an email from Rex. He says he's doing well in school, that he misses me, and that you and he have grown close." She grinned. "I've deleted the half dozen uses of the word, awesome. He and you are closer?" Steve nodded. "When the house was suddenly empty, we turned to one another for support. At first, he felt abandoned, and thought he was going to be left completely alone, like one of his school buddies was when his folks separated. We had a few long talks . . . which helped both of us, I think. Even so, he was a little clingy, until he realized I wasn't going anywhere. He hugs me a lot, and has cried on my shoulder a couple times, just . . . because. He gets all embarrassed, but, when I shed a few tears of my own, he's not felt so bad. We're both doing much better about the tears-thing." Steve held out a hand. "Don't apologize, Rachel. You've done nothing wrong. Neither Rex nor I could have told you why we were teary-eyed, we just were." "And, how is Jak?" Rachel asked, after gaining control of her voice. "Is he terribly upset with me for . . . all this?" she asked, with a vague wave, encompassing everything. I've not heard from him." 'How much to tell her?' Steve wondered. "Jak's doing fine. He's met a wonderful young man, Keith, who is making him very happy. Keith has also become good friends with both Rex and me. In fact, he's spending a lot of time at the house, looking in on Rex, while I'm away." 'Uh oh, now I've done it.' "Why isn't Jak able to look out after his brother?" Rachel studied Steve's face, then sighed. "Hmmmm, you've got something to say which you believe will upset me. I know every one of your facial expressions too well, Steve Rollins." She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I can't imagine Jak getting into some sort of trouble, especially since you said he's become involved with this friend of his. Whatever it is you're reluctant to tell me has to do with him, though. Don't be afraid I'll disown him, or something. Jak is my son and I love him." She made an, I'm waiting, gesture. Steve heaved a sigh. "Jak's got a job which takes him back and forth from home to Florida, every few weeks. He met Keith while he was home on one of those trips. He's down in Florida right now; that's why Keith is looking in on Rex. If the divorce papers had been ready when he was in town there would have been no reason to have Keith keep an eye on Rex." Rachel's lips twitched, as she tried to suppress a smile. "The rest, Steve. Tell me the rest. You still have that look." "Well, you remember the day Jak came to us with something he had to talk about, but before he had a chance, Aubrey learned he was gay and . . . " "Yes, I remember. That girl has much to learn." "Yes, well, you were called away by a telephone call, I believe, and Aubrey was storming around, throwing things, having a tantrum, and generally behaving as usual. All of this drama, and you being called away, interrupted Jak, who still needed to talk. I asked him if it was necessary to include you in the conversation, or if we could talk to you later?" Steve grinned. "In retrospect, I'm glad we were alone. He felt much more free to talk." "Because he was afraid of my reaction?" "Um . . . something like that. "So, he and I went for a walk, and he told me he'd been offered a very high paying job, as an actor . . . in porn. He wanted my opinion." "And you encouraged him to take such a position?" "No. I listened to him talk, and asked him all the questions I'd ask a client of mine, making sure he knew what he was getting into. He'd already handled almost everything. He'd checked with the Clinical Law people at the University, who'd reviewed the contract. He'd checked with the bank to make sure the first check he'd been given was good; he'd done as much research into the company as he could; and, lastly, he asked me to come with him to meet the people who wanted to hire him." "And . . ." "And, I did. And, I found them to be nice people. There were three of them. Levi, the oldest seems to be in his mid to late thirties. The other two, Dave and Pete, are in their mid to late twenties. Dave's the younger of the two. All of them, very nice men. "All during this conversation with Jak, and with the men who wished to hire him, I had to keep telling myself how lucky I was that my son felt comfortable enough with me to, first, tell me about this job offer; and, second, that he'd want me to meet his prospective employers. I also had to tell myself that he was eighteen, and didn't need my permission to do anything. I felt honored, Rachel, that our son would value my opinion, and trust me enough to talk with me. If things hadn't worked out as they did, back at the house, with Aubrey n'all, he was ready to trust you as well. "I also need to tell you that he's making big money . . . two or more times, at least, what you or I make in a year, and it's essentially for part time work. Any extra work, interviews, traveling, and things like that are above and beyond his regular salary. Plus, all his expenses are paid. "I also want to tell you that his job does not involve any sort of sleezy stuff, or whatever. Hell, if someone had offered me that kind of money when I was his age, I'd have jumped at the chance." Steve grinned. "I'd probably still jump, but, I'm not porn material; Jak is." "Is he . . . doing it . . . with men or women?" "Men, his own age, or close to it. They asked him if he'd consider women, and he told them no. As far as I know, this whole website business is a male-only thing. Four guys go down there and spend a few weeks; then they go home, and another set of guys comes down. Jak was given an exclusive contract, meaning he works only for them, or people they set him up with, and he gets substantially more money than the other guys. I don't know how much. All I know is that I about dropped my jaw when he showed me his first check, and all he'd done was . . . um, forgive me if I upset you . . ." Rachel nodded once. "All he had to do was audition for them by masturbating." Steve shuddered. "Geez, it sounds so sleazy when I'm telling you about it." "Don't be ridiculous. Mothers know their sons masturbate. I find it difficult to imagine him . . . masturbating for an audience, or having sex with other guys, for the whole world to watch, but . . ." She frowned. "Jak always seemed such a modest young man." Steve couldn't help himself. He barked a laugh. "We're talking about our son? Sweetheart, he is anything but modest. He couldn't be modest, doing what he's doing. I expect he was modest around you, just as Rex was, and dear, if I think Jak is the exact opposite of modest, his brother is even more so." Rachel did her best to keep her mouth from twisting into an amused grin, and, finally, gave up. "That does not surprise me, the little scamp." "Are you going to explode, or go ballistic, as Rex would say?" Rachel heaved a deep sigh. "No. I don't like it, but I do appreciate the fact that he didn't jump into something without first doing some checking. Also, thank you for going with him to meet those people. Do you really think he'd have told them no, if you'd given less than a favorable report?" "Yes, I do. He was carrying around that check for at least a week before he spoke to me. If the money was the only thing he was thinking of, he'd have signed a contract, deposited the money, and gone off to do his thing without a backward glance." "Um . . . have you seen . . .?" Rachel began, then couldn't figure out a good way to continue. "Yes." "Has Rex? I imagine he thinks this whole thing is . . . awesome." "Yes, he has, and yes, he does. Rex has a level head on his shoulders, Rachel. He's grown a lot since you left. Or, perhaps I've only noticed, but he has changed . . . dramatically . . . for the better. As I said, he and I have become very close. He and Jak have become closer, too. Um . . . with Aubrey no longer causing turmoil, everything has run much more smoothly." "Is Jak happy doing what he's doing? Doesn't he feel . . . used? I would think he'd feel as if he's nothing more than an object for other people to ogle at." "Rachel, we have to remember that we cannot attribute to Jak how we would feel and expect him to feel the same way. However, he has told me that sometimes he does feel as if he is an object. As long as his employers treat him well, and pay him a salary, he's comfortable with that. He's not changed Rachel. You'd be proud of him. He's still the same man we reared to be caring, and considerate of others. I'm so proud of him I . . . I don't have words. The money hasn't changed him. In fact, he never mentions it, and certainly doesn't flaunt it. His contract is for three years, and once it's up, he tells me he's heading back to school, and will not have to work a couple jobs just to make ends meet." "Is he angry with me?" "No! He's never . . . once . . . said anything negative about you. I can't say the same about his sister, though. Rachel, I believe Jak would love to reconnect with you, but doesn't want to distress you with what he's doing for a living. He's not apologetic, and I'm glad for that. This is his job, period. That's how he views it . . . as a job, which pays well. The men he works with are . . . friends and coworkers, not sex partners, off screen. Like I say, I'm extremely proud of him, and Keith's a Class-A sweetheart. You'd like him. "I'll let him know that we've spoken, and that you've handled the news wonderfully. I'm proud of you." "Yes, well, tell both of the boys, for me, how much I love them, will you? I miss them." "Then call them! I can guarantee they would love to hear your voice, and tell you all about what's going on in their life." Steve's smile sobered. "Don't, however, expect them to ask about Aubrey. Neither of them will even say her name, calling the young lady, the sister, or her. Don't ask more of them than they are willing to give." * * * Jak paused to look up the short stairway leading from the beach to Levi's house, and sighed. "Well, ol' guy," he said, leaning down and ruffling Hector's coat - Levi's dog. "We've had our fun. Now, it's time to get you some food, and me a shower." At the mention of food, Hector dropped the Frisbee he'd been carrying, and hurried up the stairway, then turned and barked once, as if wondering why Jak wasn't close behind. "I'm exhausted, okay?" he grumbled, as he climbed the steps. "All I wanna do is get a quick shower and find an unoccupied bed, so I can take a nap." 'I wonder where the guys are?' He glanced around the empty compound, as he poured some food and water into a couple of large bowls. 'Maybe everyone's taking a nap, though with horny Yuji around, they're probably all having sex.' He grinned. 'Maybe I should introduce Yuji and Rex to one another. The thought of his brother brought thoughts of his conversation with Keith. 'I should be ashamed of myself for trying to control what Keith does, and with whom. I don't own him! Even if we lived together, it wouldn't be right for me to tell him what he should and shouldn't do. 'But, Rex? 'Why not Rex? As I told Dave, he's a handsome little fucker. Hell, I've kissed him. We've jerked off together, and I didn't think a thing about it. Why should it be any different if Keith does the same things?' Jak stepped into the large gang-shower, which Levi sometimes used for vid shoots, dimmed the lights, and skinned out of his swim suit. 'This is the only shower I've ever been in with a full wall of mirrors,' he thought, as he turned one way, then the other. 'Damn, but Rex looks a lot like me. The lips are different, and, of course, he's got a head of hair, but otherwise, we're pretty close. I wonder what he thinks, looking so much like his brother,' Jak pondered, as he turned one of the shower heads on and stepped under the cool spray. 'I wonder what the guys are doing? Thinking of Keith has gotten me all horny.' He watched his reflection, as he thrust his hips forward and began toying with himself. His cock was quick to respond, and was well on its way to a full erection when the other three men spilled into the shower room, greeting him with smiles and compliments on his . . . awesome . . . tan. "So, how'd the vid shoot go?" he asked, as he began to lather himself, ignoring his half-hard dick. "Went great," Paul laughed, tearing his eyes away from Jak's groin. "Jeffrey's an awesome fuck. Being with him always makes for a mega nut." "Which is still running down my leg," Jeffrey said, spreading his legs some and wiping across the sperm escaping from his hole. He showed his wet hand to the guys, then pointedly licked it clean. "Wait!" Yuji called. "Don't wash it off!" He knelt behind Jeffrey, held him still, and buried his face between Jeffrey's ass cheeks. "Horny little fucker, isn't he?" Paul said, nodding toward Yuji, who was now holding Jeffrey in a tight embrace, engaged in a passionate kiss. "Where've you been today?" Paul asked, as he turned on his own shower head and watched Jak. "I did an interview with some folks from a gay magazine, from Germany. It's the second one I've done with a magazine from Germany. We have to have a translator, since they don't speak English and I don't speak German." Jak grinned. "Interviews are great. You don't have to get all sweaty n'stuff. I didn't even have to pose, since Levi provided them with a series of pics I did the last time I was here." "Interviews?" Jeffrey asked, as he and Yuji approached. "I don't know of any of the guys who've done an interview." Jak shrugged. "I don't know. I only do what I'm told. 'Talk,' Levi says; I talk. 'Strip,' I strip. You name it; if he says to do it, I will . . . within reason, and no women are involved," he added, joining the other three men in a laugh. "I tried doing it with a woman once," Yuji shouted, over the sound of the showers. "NO!" Paul asked, as if shocked. "Why am I not surprised? If it walks, Yuji's tried it. So, what was it like?" Yuji made a face. "Not very satisfying." He wiggled his cock, which seemed to always be half-hard, from side to side. "Too loose," he laughed. "Sort'a like Jeffrey, here!" he crowed, then turned away, as Jeffrey pointed the water spray at him. "Hey! Watch it! You'll get me wet!" "You're in a friggin' shower, Mister Yuji." "Is Yuji supposed to be my last name? I thought it was my first!" he laughed. "This name thing has got me confused. "Hey, Jak," he said, turning to Jak, who was rinsing the lather from his body. "Is it true you won't play with any of the guys who work for Levi?" "All of us would sure like to work with you. Since you're only scheduled to make one video while being down here this time, Paul and I are feeling left out," Jeffrey said, completing his own shower. "Would you be willing to have sex with both of us before you head back home?" Paul looked at him expectantly. "Guys . . ." Jak made a helpless gesture. "I . . . I can't." When one of the men opened his mouth to respond, Jak held up a hand, asking to be heard out. "No one's told me I can't, or anything like that. It's just that I won't allow myself to be intimate with anyone, other than when I'm working. Y'see, the first time I went home, after starting this job, I met the most wonderful man. His name is Keith, and, well . . . I love him more'n I thought I could love another person." Jak grinned. "I don't really think even I have figured out how deeply I care for him. "Me working here and being surrounded by naked, sexy guys, such as yourselves, has been difficult for him" Jak's eyes brightened. "I think maybe I have a bit of a solution, though." He glanced toward the house. "Before you all showed up, I was thinking how horny I am. I was gonna masturbate, as soon as I finished my shower. You all are welcome to watch. Would that work for you?" "Working here has made me realize how much I'd like to jerk off for an audience . . . I'm finding out how much of an exhibitionist I am . . . so we all can get off . . . me by playing to an audience, and you guys . . . well . . . 'cause it's the closest I can come to having sex with each of you when we're not partnered." "Would your friend be okay with that arrangement?" Jeffrey asked. "This must be rough on both of you guys! It's always a question of how far you can go and still honor your commitment to one another, isn't it?" "What about him?" Paul asked. "Does he follow the same set of rules you do?" Jak bowed his head. "Um . . ." He looked up and did his best to grin. "T'tell you the truth, I don't know. I think so. I hope so, but I'll find out soon. He's being thrown into a situation with my drop-dead sexy gay younger brother. Rex, that's my brother, is horny all the time. Even more than Yuji here," he grinned. "Woo hoo! Sounds like my kind'a man!" Yuji shouted. "Well, here I am, doing my job, fucking Yuji, and expecting Keith to wear a chastity belt, or something. It's not fair to him. I know it, and, at the same time, I hate it. I feel bad feeling the way I do, because I'm feeling the same way I'm always telling him not to feel." Jak grinned. "So, to answer Paul's question, I'm thinking I'm free to jerk off with you guys, and, even though I might not like the idea, Keith's free to lose a load with Rex." "I've got'a ask. Why d'you want t'do this with me instead of each other? Is it because you know I don't fuck and suck unless I'm being filmed, or what? Does that make me more . . . desirable?" "I don't know about the other guys, but I think you're the sexiest man I've ever met," Paul said, seemingly mesmerized by Jak's mere presence. The other two men nodded agreement. "Geez, Soren, when I found out I'd be here at the same time you were, I couldn't stop from jerking off, watching your vids. You were already the guy I watched most, and to know I was gonna be here with you . . . Geez, I'd work for free t'have a chance to have sex with you." Jak gave Jeffrey a skeptical look. "Huh?" He looked at the other two guys, both of whom nodded agreement. "Everyone wants t'say they've had a piece of you, Soren. They've been kissed by you, you smiled at them, whatever. Hell," Yuji said, "these two 'bout sucked my asshole inside out, trying to get at whatever juice you shot up there, just so they could say they tasted your sperm." "Did you know about your fan clubs?" "What?" "I guess you don't." "I guess those stories about you going to bed with anything with a dick are false, then?" Jeffrey asked, still wearing a hopeful expression. "You must have been looking at Yuji's site, not mine," Jak teased, swatting the small man with the palm of his hand. Yuji smiled. "Face it, Soren, you're a celebrity. If people can't meet you or have sex with you, or whatever, they want to fantasize about what it would be like. I'll bet you're always being asked for autographs, whenever you're out and about." "Yeah. In fact, guys ask for Keith's autograph, too." "Just because he's with you!" "Don't you guys get asked for your autograph?" Paul shook his head. "I've been asked twice, once by my sister. She managed to get a screen capture of me in action, and wanted me to autograph it for her. Sort'a embarrassing t'be answering your sister's questions about what it feels like t'get plugged by Daniel's monster, all while she's looking at a pic of my legs back and Daniel on top of me." "I've been asked once," Jeffrey said. "I have high hopes," Yuji grinned. "How about you?" Jak thought a moment. "Something's wrong here. I'm no different than you guys." "He's got people lined up, I'll bet," Yuji said, as he turned to the others. "So, a few times a day?" Yuji continued, raising his brows. "Um, yeah, something like that." "Sometimes more, though?" "Yeah, sometimes." He shook his head in disbelief. "Why?" "For the same reason you have fan clubs. Note the use of the plural. None of us have even one." "I'm going to start my own," Yuji laughed. "I can post screen caps of Soren on top of me. I bet I'll get lots'a fan mail," he said, with a broad smile. "Hey!" Jeffrey shut off his shower. "So do you still want to show off for us? I've got to get out of here. I'm already shriveling up like a prune." "I thought that's the way your dick looked all the time," Yuji laughed. "Y'mean it doesn't?" * * * "C'mon," Dave said, as he climbed onto the large bed, which, until recently, held three men every night. He sat cross legged, knee-to-knee, with Levi, and took his hands. "Jak's done his bit t'make you feel better, now it's my turn." Levi did his best to grin. "What are you planning on doing?" "Letting you know that I know how you feel . . . about me . . . and to tell you that you shouldn't worry. I understand." "What?" "Don't tell me I'm imagining things, Lee; I know I'm not, so don't insult my intelligence by claiming otherwise. You've always loved me, of that I have no doubt; but, like you told Pete on the day he left, he was the glue which held our relationship together. He was the one you deeply loved, not me. I've always known that. I stepped into a working relationship. I never felt like a third wheel, but I always knew exactly where I stood. "Now, with Pete gone, you're feeling awful enough without having to worry about me. Oh . . . I don't think you're wanting to kick me out, but I want you to know I understand how you feel, and don't want to hold you back should an . . . opportunity present itself." "It's not fair to you," Levi mumbled, unable to meet Dave's eyes. "You've done nothing wrong." "Neither have you. This isn't about who did something wrong, Lee; it's about reality. You can continue to care about me without me being your lover. The same is true for me. I'm not going anywhere, and," he grinned, "I'd really like to share your bed, from time to time, but, if you have felt there is some sort of obligation which ties the two of us together, I am here to tell you there isn't, at least as far as I'm concerned. You are free, Lee. If someone comes along and sweeps you off your feet, I will be the first to offer my congratulations." "Oh, Dave," Levi choked. "I . . . I . . . I don't know what to say." Dave grinned. "Just say thanks, and let's not talk about it again, eh?" "Thank you, you wonderful man," Levi said, as he wiped a tear away. "Could we cuddle?" he asked, as his emotions caught up with him, and he began to cry. "Oh . . . baby," Dave murmured, as he lay next to Levi and held him close, letting him cry on his shoulder. "Life's a bitch sometimes, isn't it? Right now, you n'I are just feeling some of that bitchiness. It'll pass, and things will be better; you'll see." "I'm glad I have you to hold me while we work our way through it," Levi murmured, running a hand up and down Dave's back. "You'll always have me, Lee. No matter if we find someone to share our love, or not, you will always have me. You remember that, okay?" * * * While the other guys were still laughing and teasing one another, Jak abruptly shut off his shower and sprawled on the deep ceramic tile bench, which circled more than half the room in a sinuous, pale blue, glistening, curve. The bench, much of it as wide as a bed, was often used by Dave as a location to stage a vid, but now, it was Jak's stage, and he intended to provide the three men, with whom he'd just shared a shower, with a show, while honoring his self-imposed rules. Jeffrey, Paul, and Yuji's horseplay instantly ceased, and they turned, as one, to watch Jak lean back against the wall and spread his legs. He looked at each of the men, as they silently stepped closer, already under his spell. "Fuuuuck," Jeffrey sighed, as Jak brought himself to a full erection, then tilted his head back, and, with his eyes closed, toyed with one of his nipples. 'I can see why this guy has a couple of fan clubs and is signing autographs all the time. He oozes sex appeal. Ohhhh, to have that thing of his in me.' 'Geez,' his friend Keith is lucky,' Paul thought, as he watched Jak turn his back to his observers, and kneel on the glistening tile platform. Jak sensuously rubbed his hands over his ass cheeks, then leaned forward and began to play with his own hole. He looked over his shoulder and grinned. "Y'like?" he asked, as he wiggled a couple fingers into his opening, then finger fucked himself, as the three men looked on, mesmerized by what they were watching. 'I wonder what it's like to slide into that hole,' Yuji thought, as he reached back and played with his own hole, remembering the feeling of Jak's erection throbbing, as it filled him. 'I could friggin' feel his stuff shooting into me as I fucked myself, bouncing on that awesome dick of his. 'His hands were so strong, and when he held me and pushed his tongue into my mouth . . . damn, I could have shot without any more stimulation. Soren seemed to know exactly how far he could tease me. He pushed me almost to the point where I had to shoot, then backed off, so I could suck him, or lick his hole as he squirmed around on my tongue. I knew if I touched myself I'd pop, just like now.' He glanced to the other two men and saw that they, too, were trying to draw out the experience, either slowly stimulating themselves, or taking a hands-off approach, and watching, allowing their erection to throb . . . unattended. Jak slowly slid off the platform, and pinned Yuji with an intense blue-eyed gaze, as he stepped close and leaned forward. "You sexy fucker," he said, on an exhaled breath, an instant before he mashed his mouth against the smaller man's. "Damn if you aren't one of the hottest men I've ever met," he said, as he pulled Yuji close and rubbed a hand down his back and over his buttocks. Soren turned to Paul, who whimpered as Jak approached. Nearby, Yuji's eyes were closed. His hands were clenched at his sides, as his cock bounced, flicking around a glistening thread of pre-cum with each movement. "So . . ." Jak murmured, as he ran his fingers through Paul's short blond hair, grinning at Paul's helpless expression. "D'you know what I'm gonna do to you whenever we're partnered?" he asked, close to Paul's ear, his erection pressed against the blond man's leg. "No," Paul's voice slid upward, before Jak held him by the back of the head and pushed his tongue inside the trembling man's mouth. It took Paul an instant to realize exactly what was happening, before his tongue fought with Jak's. "I'm gonna eat that sexy ass of yours until you're begging me to fuck you," Jak said, in a hypnotic voice, as he nuzzled the blond's ear. "But, I want you to plug me first. I want your sexy dick up my hole first," Jak said, thrusting himself against Paul, pressing their erections against one another's. "Then . . . when you've filled me with your . . . sweet . . . sperm . . ." he said, kissing Paul between each word. "Then, and only then, am I going to sink my dick into you and . . . fill . . . you . . . until you can't . . . hold . . . any . . . more." "Oh, geez," Paul groaned. "Yes . . . please," he whimpered. "And you," Jak murmured, drawing out the word, as he stepped close to Jeffrey. "What would you like me t'do to you . . . Mister Sex Machine?" he asked, as he nuzzled Jeffrey's neck, then kissed a line over his cheek to his mouth and Jeffrey's waiting tongue, as he rubbed his erection against the breathless man. "Um . . ." Jeffrey moistened his lips. "Will you . . . suck me dry . . . please?" he asked, sounding like a little boy, asking for a candy sucker. "Sure I will," Jak grinned. He held Jeffrey's head still, just as he'd done Paul's, thoroughly kissing him, leaving Jeffrey gasping for breath. "I'm looking forward to it," he murmured, close to Jeffrey's ear. "Would you like me to shoot in your mouth . . . Handsome . . .?" he asked, on an exhaled breath, which was warm against Jeffrey's ear. "I can almost feel your lips around my thing, as I fill your mouth." Jeffrey groaned, and willed his legs to stop trembling. "Then," Jak continued. "When we've both shot, we're gonna swap our stuff in a sloppy sperm-kiss." "Awww fuck," Jeffrey hissed. His body jerked once, and he shot, without touching himself. The first jet splashed against Jak's erection. The rest splatted onto the shower room floor. No sooner had Jeffrey reached orgasm, than Paul did the same, followed a second later by Yuji, their sperm joining Jeffrey's. "Now, it's my turn," Jak grinned. "He scraped Jeffrey's jiz off his erection, then quickly knelt and swiped up some of the other two men's loads from the floor, and wrapped his hand around his own throbbing cock, using the combined loads as lube. He slowly coated the length with the men's semen. Then, when Paul whimpered in pleasure, he worked the juice into a white froth, as his hand slid back and forth. These men were among the sexiest he'd met while working for Levi, and the thought of being partnered with any one of them . . . tasting their cock, their hole, their tongue, or juice, pushed him over the edge. "Aww fuuuuck!" he shouted, as he held his erection at its base, and erupted. His first shot of semen arched out in a strong blast, to splash against Paul's belly. The force of the ejaculation, plus the unexpected heat as it hit him, caused Paul to jump in surprise, and miss the three other shots which splatted onto the shower room floor. "It's all yours," Jak said, as he milked the remaining semen from his cock, gathered it onto his fingers, and wiped them across Jeffrey's lips, taking pleasure in the man's wide-eyed expression. When Jak turned to Yuji, he found him on his hands and knees, slurping up whatever he could find of Jak's and the other men's orgasms. Jak only smiled at Yuji's enthusiasm, then turned to Jeffrey and squeezed his shoulder. He lovingly smacked Paul's white-skinned butt cheek and winked; then knelt and offered Yuji two fingers to suck for a few moments, before he stood, and, without a further word, left the shower room, whistling an off-key tune. * * * The streetlights played over the interior of the car as Rex turned to Keith. "Your parents are awesome, inviting me over for dinner. Your sister, though . . ." Keith laughed. "Consider her attentions practice for the stuff to come, from both girls and guys." He glanced at his passenger. "I thought you handled her questions, about whether you were gay or not, very well." "What? Well? I told her yes, I thought girls were just fine, as friends, but the thought of kissing one, or having sex with one gave me the creeps. How much more blunt could I have been? After that she saw me as a challenge." "It was cute how you kept moving down the sofa, with an increasingly alarmed look on your face." "I thought your folks would rein her in, or something. Hell, if I hadn't screamed, 'Keith! Help! The woman wants to take my virginity!' I would have prob'ly fallen off the sofa and she'd still be on top of me!" Rex shuddered as Keith laughed. "No offense to your sister, Keith, but ick! "If your parents ever invite me back, and she pulls that shit on me again, I'm going to tell her, 'sure, I'll go to bed with you. First, show me your nuts. No nuts, no nooky." Rex turned a worried look in Keith's direction. "Y'don't think she's one of those people who's half man and half woman, do you? If that's the case, I guess she could have nuts. Then, I'd be in trouble." "Nooky?" Keith asked, turning to Jak's brother. "Don't ask me," Rex laughed. "I heard it in some ancient movie from the 1960's or something. I figured it meant sex." "I think you'll be safe from Sharon's attention, if you ever come back. Mom and Dad are probably having a good talk with her, as we speak. In fact, I'm thinking I'm going to hang out at your house for a while, so I don't interrupt them, and be tempted to throw in my opinion. When's your father due home?" Rex shrugged. "Not a clue. I don't even know why he had to leave. He's never run off like this before." Rex's voice sounded worried. "You don't suppose he's run off, like Mom, do you?" Keith reached across the car and took one of Rex's hands. "I'm sure of it. Running off isn't like your father." "I'd have to sell my body, or something, to survive, until I'm old enough to try and get hired by the same people who are paying Jak big money. Y'think I'd be good enough? Have you ever watched him in one of his vids?" Rex asked, reluctantly releasing Keith's hand. "Yes, I think you'd be good enough, and no, I've never seen him . . . perform," Keith responded. "I prefer to watch him perform when he's with me, not someone else." "Sorry." "I'm sorry, too, Rex . . . for snapping at you." He flicked a smile at his passenger. "Being around you is sort'a rough for me, sometimes. You sound just like Jak . . . exactly. Your laugh's the same, you even smell the same." "And, my dick's the same, too, huh?" "Yeah." "So . . . I'm a pretty tempting package, dont'cha think?" "My sister sure thinks so," Keith laughed, hoping to step away from the precipice he saw growing in front of him. "I wasn't talking about your sister." "Yeah, I know." Keith pulled into the house driveway of Rex and his father, and stopped the engine. "Rex," he said, in a serious voice. "I need to tell you something." "Something bad?" "No." He licked his lips and tried to order his thoughts. "Jak and I had a conversation a couple days ago. When we hung up, I felt terrible, because Jak felt terrible. I've never heard him sound so down." "Why? What'd you guys talk about?" "You. Well, not you . . . exactly, but me checking in on you while your Dad's out of town. When I told Jak that, he immediately got real quiet." "Thinking I was gonna do my best t'get you to have sex, right?" "He didn't say, but I think you're right. "We talked again, a day later, and Dave, one of the boss-guys down in Florida, had had a talk with him" Keith laughed. "He'd actually cornered Jak in the shower, and went in and locked the door, then gave Jak a piece of his mind, regarding control, and all sorts of things. That night, I spoke with him again, and he apologized. "He's afraid of you, Rex . . . He thinks you're so hot that, if given the chance, I would dump him and jump you." "He's not nearly as self confident as he would have everyone think, is he?" Rex asked. "Just like me. I sort'a play at being a big shot sort'a guy, but inside I'm a little kid, who's afraid his father's gonna run away and leave him. I'm sorry if I made Jak feel bad. I wasn't tryin' t'do that." "Rex, you didn't make Jak feel bad. Jak made Jak feel bad. He's always telling me I need to develop more self confidence . . . and I should, but, until that conversation, and him feeling threatened by you, he never realized he needs to work on the self-confidence thing, too. "The knowledge, coming as it did, when he was down in Florida, and all wrapped up in his Soren personality, was a shock." "He's sort'a . . . kind'a started thinking of himself as Soren, hasn't he? He claims to just be Jak Rollins . . . ordinary guy, but . . ." "He's also getting off on the attention he gets from the other guys down there . . . his bosses, and everyone who asks for an autograph, or whatever. Now, he's gotten so popular, people from Europe are interviewing him! He's gonna be on the radio or television, or something, I'm not sure which." "That's not gonna be good for him, is it?" Rex asked. "If he's becoming Soren, I mean." "No, it's not going to be good for him, because I think, deep down, he knows for a fact, that he isn't Soren, and he doesn't want to be. Maybe this insecurity stuff, thinking about you, though, might be a good thing, in the long run. Soren wouldn't care about what you and I do. Jak does. He realized that, and it was something like being hit in the face with a splash of cold water." "Reality, more like." "Yeah, reality." "I really do like you, Keith," Rex said. "I really would like for us to be J/O buddies, or something, but I don't wanna do anything to hurt Jak. Y'think I should call him and tell him that?" "No. He already knows how you feel. He's just a little intimidated by you. He'll get over it." Keith grinned. "You are a little intimidating. I know I feel it. Your father feels it. In fact, the only person who doesn't seem to . . ." "Is your sister," Rex groaned. "I don't wanna be intimidating to anyone. I just wanna be Rex. What do I need to change?" "Nothing! Don't change anything! Don't even think of trying to change anything. Rex you're a wonderful guy. If some of us feel like we don't know what's hit us, when you're around, it's our problem; not yours." Keith grinned. "I know I certainly have enjoyed every moment I've been with you, not because you remind me of Jak, but because I really, like Rex." Rex looked away, and gulped a swallow, trying to control his emotions. "Thanks, Keith. You're a real sweetheart. Can I kiss you? Then, I'd better head inside. I've got a book report to finish before school tomorrow." He turned sideways in his car seat and pulled Keith to him. "I hope whenever I meet someone, he's as awesome as you." He quickly kissed Keith on the cheek, then gathered up his book bag and ran to the front door, waving as he stepped inside. 'I hope you meet someone awesome, too, my friend. You deserve only the very best.' Keith thought, as he started the engine and headed for home.
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