I turn around. “Are you following me?” “Maybe.” He flashes a coy smile. “You want my attention? You sure are dressed like you want attention.” “I want the attention of your camera. I saw you taking photos of boys on the beach earlier. I’m prettier than any of them.” My eyes roam over his figure. So much skin, yet so much left to the imagination. “You’re jealous?” I ask. “I’m not jealous, I know I’m prettier. Just …seems a shame that you would come here to take pictures of homosexuals and not shoot me. Seems a waste of film even.”
I raise my Leica and peer at him through the viewfinder. The lens likes him. He isn’t even actively posing, but the lines of his body are fantastic. I take a photo. I want to take more. Against these rocks. Against that boulder over there. From a down-ward angle with the sky in the background, clouds around his head in angelic repose. Bare naked on his back, in the sand. On his stomach in the surf, waves sliding over his thighs and ass.
The ideas cascade through my head like rapid cycling television channels. I swallow; my throat is dry. Who is this boy? Maybe he’s a prostitute, but he seems to wear his sexuality as easy as a smile instead of just trying to fake it to sell it. I sense he is a local. I sense he probably has a strained relationship with his parents. I sense I’m not the first tourist that will see his penis and I won’t be the last. I have a feeling he’s well known to the cops.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. “Nothing. Just thinking.” “Of what?” “Where to pose you first.” He smiles. “You want me to undress now?” I swallow again. “No. My camera will tell me when it wants to see you bare. Remember, you’re showing off for it. Not me.”
He puts his fingertip between his teeth. “Oh no, I’m definitely showing off for you too. I told you, I really like attention.”
You curse under your breath. It’s unavoidable. This evening is going to end with him spilling into your fingers. You hope you have enough film.
Wallace slams the truck door. “BOY!” he hollers. “Did your clothes get baled too?” “They’re in the back of the other truck.” He turns around and grins. “Too hot for clothes.” “Jesus you’re naked as the day you came out.” Leroy glances down. “I’m wearing my boots still.” “Uh huh.” “When I was sent out here for work release, I read those terms and conditions, and it didn’t say a thing about wearing clothes.” Leroy puts his hands on his hips. Wallace wipes his forehead with his bandana. “It does say you need to wear appropriate clothes for the job.” “Job’s done. Hay is all baled.” “What? All of it?” Wallace glances at his watch. “How.” “We lightened the clothes, and lightened the work load!” Lenny says. The other men behind the bales laugh with him. “Man I pity the judge who had to handle you in court,” Wallace mutters. That makes Leroy grin.
“So what do you say Sir, have I earned some time in the swimming hole? I really want to go swimming, we all do. Please please please.” Wallace’s eyes are stuck on Leroy’s toned, sun kissed body, marked with tan lines and bits of hay stuck to his work-honed muscles. “Jesus,” he mutters. He’s seen him shirtless, but full frontal is a lot to take in. Wallace shakes his head and turns his attention to the bales. He walks around in big circles and glances around the field. “Well fuck me, it has all been baled.” “Leroy came up with a more efficient way to do it. Got em on the truck in no time,” Jose explains as he comes around a large bale. “Well isn’t that something. I’ll want the details later.” Wallace looks at Leroy – his face this time. “You couldn’t use those brain cells to avoid getting into trouble with the law in the first place?” Leroy snickers. “Oh I knew I was going to get into trouble. Just didn’t care.” That makes the work party laugh again. “Man, Wallace, I hope you keep this one. He’s a riot!” Jose says.
Wallace wants a beer and badly. “God help all y’all. Alright, clean up the equipment, and you can get a swim in before the dinner bell.” The men whoop and holler. Leroy licks his lips. “You’re welcome to join us, Sir. We’ll uh, be skinny dipping.” He winks. “I don’t need to see everyone naked.” “Shame. I’d like to see you naked though.” Leroy blows him a kiss and walks off to find his clothes.
Wallace’s eyebrows shoot up into his cowboy hat. A swim did sound ideal…seeing water sluice off that man’s body also sounds ideal. Wallace crosses himself. “Lord Jesus help me not give into temptation,” he mutters under his breath. The words didn’t feel like they were going to do much to protect him. His cock is straining against the denim of his jeans.
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Glen crossed a chore off the list. He puffed out his cheeks. He walked around the room. He looked at the portraits and art on the wall. He paced around. He did some stretches and some squats. Glen sat in an arm chair. He stared out into the room. He puffed out his cheeks again. “Yeah, no.”
Glen got up and picked up his phone. He dialed a number. “Hey Sam. Yeah. I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m too horny to do anything. Where’s the key?” Sam began to chuckle. “Cracked huh.” “Where is it.” Glen whimpered. “Are you in physical pain or feel any numbness?” “Uh. No.” “You’re fine.” Sam replied. “Did you get anything done today?” “Yeah. Most. Just too distracted to do the rest.” “I told you this would be a learning process. This part is mind over matter. I’ll be home in a couple hours. Get your work done.” “But – but you said I could get unlocked from this chastity thing if I wanted!” “Well, yes. If you are demanding it, I won’t deny you the location of the key. But I sense you will regret this. You’re having a moment of weakness. You told me you were a tough guy, you could get past this. You just want to jerk off, but nothing bad will happen if you don’t, except I think you’ll feel disappointed at yourself when you’re done. Mind over matter, Glen. You can make it until I get home, then we’ll have some fun ok?” Glen paced around the apartment. “But how can I get anything done when I’m this horny now?” “Sit on a bag of peas. Or you know, you could get brave and play with that toy I got you.” “That is never going to fit up me,” Glen insisted. Sam snorted. “It’s almost the same size as me hard. You know that right?” “No way. That’s no true.” “It is, that’s why I bought it, you silly boy. Well, even if it scares you, sit on some peas or take a cold shower and cool off. Funnel those hormones into something productive ok?” “You really think I can do this?” “What? Yes, Glen. I do. I have to go. You’ll be ok.” Glen sighed. “Fine. Until you get home. Love you.” “Love you, bye.” “Bye.”
Glen hung up the phone. HIs cock was pulsing in the steel prison. “How in the fuck did he talk me out of that? Goddammit, there better be peas in his fridge.” Glen stomped over to the kitchen and pulled open the freezer door. “Well, at least there’s peas and – oooo Fudgesicles!”
“Meow to you too. Aw look at her loafing. She’s so cute.” Sam blew her a kiss. I giggle. “Man you look at scary and tough, but you turn into a giant mush when she’s around, don’t you?” “Yeah man. I love her. I was so upset when she got out, thinking I’d never see her again. Still mad at the Comcast guy.” ”Did you adopt her?” ”I found Oreo outside my dorm in college, on a cold night. We snuck her in, and everyone pitched together to hide her and heal her. I even took her to class. She’s my baby.” I smile. “I’m so happy I could bring her back to you. She was just mewing up a storm outside my porch door in the rain, all pitiful and wet.” “Looks like she learned her lesson about being outside.” Sam says. “I feel happy I could reward you appropriately.” I stretch. “I feel very rewarded. Actually, I’m thinking of taking Oreo with me if it means I can get sex like that again.” Sam laughs. “Don’t you use my cat as blackmail. You can’t use a pussy to get dick.” That makes me laugh harder. “You got a point. Could I catsit at least sometime?” “I would be ok with that.” I nod, pleased. I consider Sam from my spot on the sofa. He’s not even wearing moisturizer but his skin is glowing, his muscles bulging and firm. “Can I be shameless and ask you to take your towel off?” Sam looks smug. With one hand motion he drops it. I groan and pick up Oreo with both hands and hold her in front of my face. “Do you understand how hot your daddy is? Do you?“
He can’t meet your gaze for longer than a few seconds and lowers his face, cheeks showing a pink hue. You lift his chin with a crooked finger. “It helps with posture. Turn to face me. Feet shoulder width apart. Honey your shoulders are wider than that. You got meaty shoulders. Lift your chest up. Straight back, remember.” You walk behind him and run a finger down his spine. “Nice. Don’t hold your fingers, put your palm against the back of your other hand and curl your thumb around the meat of your other thumb. Good boy.”
You walk back around and face him. “Excellent. Memorize this position exactly. Remember, this isn’t a position of submission. This is a position of service. You look strong and ready. And you’re on display. Imagine how you’ll look naked.” The color on his face brightens. You chuckle. “We’ll work on that.”
You consider him. “Yes. This is good. Already boy, you are ready to begin your training.” I watch for a flicker of hesitant on his face. There isn’t one. He hasn’t averted his gaze. I smile. He’ll be a gem once I’m through with him.
“Damn Daddy!” “You’re fucking fiiiiiiiiiiine.” “That white Speedo is showing me the outline of everything I want to see.” “I could wash my thongs on your abs!” “I would eat sushi off your ass!” “I would break something just to be put over those thighs.” “Smother me with them titties Daddy!” “Fuck you take the titties, I want that dick!” "Throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to the bridal suite!” “Oh god yeah, I’d let him pop my cherry any day!”
Dominic stopped at the base of the stairs and looked around for the source of the commotion as he squeezed the water out of the base of his hair. He glanced over two twinks standing at the edge of the pool. When they were spotted, they dissolved into giggles. “Room 904, Daddy, come find us later when we’re drunk and horny ok!” “I’m going to put both of you over my thighs!” Dominic said back. They dissolved into noises akin to a pair of howler monkeys. “You promise?” “You better promise!” They blew a kiss and ran off. “904!”
Dominic watched them scamper and try not to spill their colorful drinks at the same time. His boyfriend got off the chaise lounge and walked down the steps to hand Dominic a towel. “I think I just got cat-called,” Dominic said, sounding a bit miffed. “You did. You gonna take em up on the offer?” “I don’t think I can handle that all by myself. That’s…that’s a lot.” “What about both of us?” Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Both of us. Hm. Room 904 was it?” “I do think it was.” Dominic grinned. “Boy, those little twinks are in for a surprise later! We should show up in tight clothes. But nice clothes. Maybe our dinner wear. Sleeves rolled up. Buttons open to your chest hair. Really make their little erections pop in those thongs.” “I’m really starting to like the idea of this. Can I have the blond one?” “Yes baby, you may.” Dominic got out of the pool and kissed his partner on the lips. Sharing was a cornerstone of a good relationship.
Tanner sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You knocked over ALL the cups? Seriously – just. Crate. Now, Corbin. Go into my dressing room and lie down on your blanket. Go.” Ryan watched Tanner’s boy slink out of the room. “Why did you bring your pup on this shoot anyway?” “He has separation anxiety. Master Bruce said I should bring him to more stuff with me, but I’m starting to think it’s more than separation anxiety. I’m starting to think my boy’s just a basket case with a lot of energy he’s not burning off. Master Bruce said he’s ‘unmanageable’ and I’m starting to see why.” “Judging by the fact I heard the make up artist make comments about the bags under your eyes, it’s not for the lack of trying to wear him out in bed?” Tanner snorted. “No. No lack of trying there. It just makes him want more of it. I think Corbin needs a treadmill. Get him running.”
Ryan nodded. “That could work.” There’s a howl from the dressing room. Tanner exhaled again as the photography crew giggled. “Sorry guys. Let’s take ten.” Ryan chuckled. “You want me to take him for a walk?” Tanner pointed. “Yes. Please. I’m not going to give up on him. Just gotta find out what works with this sub….and I hope it’s running, cause Jesus.” “Swimming maybe?” “Why Ryan, I think you have some great ideas. His leash is in my bag in the dressing room. Go wear him out, however you see fit. And I do mean, however you can make it happen. We need to get through this shoot.” Ryan rubbed his hands together. “That’s what I want to hear! Finally get to have some fun with that handsome lad of yours.” He sauntered toward the dressing room, calling Tanner’s pup’s name. “Cooorbin!” Corbin howled in response. “Corbiiiiin!” There was another howl. “No don’t encourage the howling!” Tanner shouted back. Corbin answered with a howl. Tanner put his head into his hands.
“Hey boy, are you coming in from sunbathing now?” “Uh what?” Carlos swivels his head around until he spots Tom standing in an upstairs window. “Oh. Yes, I am.” “Good. Get your ass up here please, I got a load to shoot into it. Got a mighty need for it.” “Oh! Yes, Tom, coming right now!” “That’s a good boy.”
“Ah, I’ll do it. He’s going to burn his pretty brown skin.” I kneel down. “Hey…hey stud.” I gently rock his shoulder. “Wake up sweetheart.” “HHnnggg.” “You’ve fallen asleep in the pool and we’re worried you’re going to burn.” He jerked his head up. “Whu?” He blinks at me. “What ….” He glances up at people looking at him. “Did I pass out?” “You fell asleep.” “For how long?” “Twenty minutes or so.” He rubs his face. “Fuck.” “Are you ok?” I ask. “What’s your name?” “Y-yeah. Just, I was the sober friend last night while my friends were partying and I got like no sleep. Name’s Zach.” “Aww, you poor thing. Well.” I gesture to the guys around the pool. “We got a lounge chair in the shade if you want to come take a nap. We’ll keep an eye on you.” “That sounds amazing, actually.” I offer a hand. He grasps my hand and I pull him out of the pool. “Damn Daddy, you strong. If it wasn’t so hot, I’d ask to cuddle with you.” I grin. “Well if you want to sleep in my bed tonight, it’s open.” “That sounds sooo nice. I miss sleeping in someone’s arms.” Zach sighs. I pat him on the back and walk him to where our group is sitting. “You come out here to get over bad break up?” “Yeah. Friend dropped out, so I took his spot. Always wanted to go to White Party you know?” I nod. “You’ve been having good sex?” “No I’ve been baby sitting my idiot friends!” I shake my head. “Well, nice of you to do that, but you need to have some fun yourself.”
“Is he ok?” My friend Steve asks as I walk him over. Steve offers a towel which Zach takes. “Yeah just up late being sober for his friends, didn’t sleep at all. He’s gonna take a nap on the chaise.” “Aww poor baby.” “He hasn’t been laid since he got here either,” I add. That gets a chorus of groans from my friend group. “We need to fix that!” “Yep. Alright, sit there, Zach. Drink this bottle of water. After your nap, you can pick which dick you want.” I gesture to my friend group. Zach considers all of us. “Fuck am I still asleep?” “Nope. We’re your gay guardian angels baby.” “Finally.” Zach says dramatically, which makes us all crack up. We set to hydrating him and burrito’ing him in a towel. “Can I pick more than one dick?” He asks with a yawn. “Honey you can go through the phone book in alphabetical order if you want!” Steve answers with a snap of his fingers. We all crack up again.
Angel picked up the phone. “Hello?” “Oh Sir! You’re there” “Ronny! Good, Christ are you ok? I’ve been so fucking worried about you.” “I’m sorry Sir. I partied too hard last night. I passed out and woke up in someone’s house.” “Did you get roofied?” Angel asked. “No I don’t think so. Just drank a lot, did some drugs. My ass isn’t sore, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t have sex. Can you come get me? I don’t have a lot of change for this call.” “Ok, so normal night, you just went a little too hard.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “I’m just glad you’re ok. But we’ll talk about you passing out later. Are you calling from a payphone?” “Yes Sir.” “Why didn’t you use the phone where you’re at?” Angel asked. “Didn’t want to wake everyone. Besides I wanted to buy some Gatorade at this drug store,” Ronny explained.
Angel picked up his keys. “Where are you?” “Well uh, I don’t know. It says I’m on Sunset Boulevard, but I don’t know where that is. I know where Sunset Road is, and this isn’t it. Nothing looks right.” There’s a long pause. “Ronny I just looked at the number you called me from again. It says 323. That’s Los Angeles. Ronny. Are you in Los Angeles?” Ronny felt a prickle of fear go down his back from the change in tone in Angel’s voice. It was that still tone Angel used when he was trying to control his emotion. “Um. I don’t kn– excuse me? Excuse me. Am I in Los Angeles? Ok, thank you. She said I’m in LA, I’m in Hollywood Sir,” Ronny stammered.
“Ronny.” “Y-yes Sir?” “Where do we live?” Angel asked. “Las Vegas, Sir.” “Where did you start partying last night?” “Las Vegas, Sir.” Angel sighed. “So HOW are you in Los Angeles?” “I don’t know Sir! I fell asleep, I think – I think some people said they were going to take me home, and I think I passed out. I think they thought I was from LA too!” Ronny wailed. “Shh shh. It’s ok. I’m – we are definitely having a long conversation when you get home boy, but right now I need to worry about your safety.” Please insert more change. “Ah fuck, Sir, the call is going to disconnect.” “Call me back from the drug store.” “Yes Sir.”
A few moments later, the phone rang again. “Ronny?” “Yes Sir. I don’t have long. I’m in a Speedo…the manager is not happy.” Angel rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Ronny. Do you have your ID with you?” “Uh yes Sir. I have my wallet, it was in the pocket of this bathrobe I woke up wearing.” “Do you have your credit card.” “….No. $10 and some change. I’m almost done, I swear! Just a minute!” “Ronny. Listen to me, and listen to me good.” “Y-Yes Sir.” “Get me the address of where you are.” Ronny fumbled around for a store sales flier and read out the address. “Good boy. Now stay there. I’m calling you a taxi. I want you to go to Burbank airport. I’m going to buy you a ticket to Vegas. Get on the plane.” Ronny gasped. “I’m a Speedo Sir! And uh, I think my shoes are still by the pool in Vegas…” There was a loud sigh. “Use your cash for food and drink. Then you get in that taxi, and to the airport, do you understand me? If the airport gives you shit about shoes, have them give you a pair of flip flops from lost & found.” Ronny knew better than to argue with Sir. “Y-yes Sir. Understand Sir.” “Good boy. You call me when you get to the airport OK?” “Yes Sir.”
“Good boy. I just – don’t want anything to happen to you.” “Thank you Sir. I’m sorry for the stress.” “I’m putting a collar and tracking tag on you when you get home. Or a micro-chip. Or something.” “I deserve that Sir.” “You do.” Angel agreed. “Um, I have to go, the manager is yelling at me.” “Taxi. Airport. Call me. Bye love.” “Bye Sir.”
Ronny hung up the phone and scurried to buy something to eat. Angel hung up and stared at the phone. He began to chuckle but soon it grew to a loud guffaw. He placed his hands over his barrel chest and laughed until there were tears in his eyes. “Oh my god, he’s in LA. I am never ever going to let him live this down! Man, I cannot wait to peel off that Speedo and spank that boy. I might just do it in the airport.”
_______________ Captions are fictional. In a fit of boredom, I was able to locate this picture as taken in front of the Hollywood Central Motel in Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA. You can see the Motel sign behind the Hot Guy. The little white pillar with the globe on it behind him in left center is the Crossroads of the World Restaurant. The phone booth is no longer there as of 2007. I think the building he’s standing in front of is now a Rite Aid.
