Chapter 3

Teddy eyed me cautiously as he handed me a scotch-on-the-rocks from the pool-side bar. I seemed to have him on tenterhooks. And so I laughed and it relieved the tension. "Here's to everything for those guests who can pay for it," was my grinning toast.

Then Teddy laughed easily, too. "Say, are you dead serious about hustling here at the Breakers?"

"Swear to God-" I gulped some scotch. "What makes you doubt me?"

"The honeymoon bit."

"Come off it, Teddy, you had eyes in your head when Barbara and I were down here earlier, in swimming. I don't have to draw you pictures." I was a bit anxious. "Now let's talk turkey."

"Okay. Here's how it works around here." He sat down on the edge of my chaise lounge and leaned forward confidentially. "In most hotels the bell captain makes all the arrangements for the horny guests ... but this is Florida. Fun in the sun-sand, surf, and all that crap. So the pool-boy is kingpin."

"Well, you've got it too," I said inanely, clinically glancing with a nod at the bulky intersection where his hips joined to form his pelvis.

Teddy nodded with an unashamed, proud smile, revealing even white teeth. "So I'm told-over and over again. And ... I'll do anything for money, too. Make hay while the sun shines is my motto. And at twenty, with skin that keeps a rich chocolate-brown tan-I guess I don't have to rely on luck to make out for cold cash."

Talk about egotists! I said, "Go on...."

"Guests check in with their wives or lovers. Men-women, boys-boys, girls-girls. Lots come alone. But ... the sub-tropics sex everyone up! They all want to make out! And most of them drop the hint to me."

I laughed. "So you always get first, prime choice!"

Teddy shrugged. "Sometimes. It depends. Maybe a guest might prefer a girl or boy from the outside who's lounging around the pool."

"Huh? You mean, although that big sign over there says the pool is for hotel guests only, I can live elsewhere and still come in here and...."

"Yeah ... if you're on my list of hustlers and whores. You've got to be on my list and then split your take with me-fifty-fifty. And no cheating or you get scratched and that's that!"

I said flatly, "Add me to your list."

Teddy hesitated as he swept his eyes over my body. "Well ... you see ... we're probably the classiest hotel on the beach, and so we expect top-prime meat, if you get what I mean."

"Oh ... yeah...." I muttered, feeling a sudden and strange kind of self-consciousness and embarrassing nakedness.

Teddy said, "Frankly, first I'll have to take a look-see how you are really built under your dressing."

I felt taken aback. I wasn't really shocked-just flushingly amused, I quickly decided. "Okay. When and where? You name the examining time and place, and I'll strip for the probing ... whatever...."

"Come with me, then," said Teddy, nodding toward the cabana doors. "We pool-boys have our own locker and shower cabana. The others are all dressed and gone. So we'll be all alone in it. Just let me stop off at the bar for a gin-and-tonic...."

The pool-boys' cabana was quiet and isolated at the end of the row of cabanas. Lockers lined both walls. A low bench was adjacent to each wall of lockers. Teddy sat his drink down on one of the benches without taking even a first sip to wet his whistle. It seemed an odd thing to do.

And now Teddy seemed impatient. "C'mon, strip down!" he ordered me, and his breathing grew husky as I did. I felt myself flush, although I was secretly thrilled at the inspection and admiration.

"Hey!" His fingers had darted out abruptly and surprised me. "Oh-h-h-h, Jesus," I sighed heavily with resignation, then.

"Nothing to be ashamed of!" Teddy's voice was throatily defensive. "Like lots of the hotel guests, I'm A.C.-D.C.-a bisexual. And before I can put you on my list ... I want to find out just how good you are as trade!"

"Well ... first time for me," I admitted softly. "But there's a first time for everything, I always say!"

"You say the right thing, Steve. Now then ... lay down on the bench-it's plenty wide enough-on your back, and put your feet up on it." He picked up the tall glass of gin-and-tonic and showed it to me. "It's warm-no ice at all."

"So?" I blinked up at him from my back.

"Just telling you. So you'll relax," Teddy winked. "Here goes!"

And he did. And I was, I'm afraid, flatly flabbergasted! He didn't just pour the drink on me in one glass emptying motion. Instead, he slowly sluiced and trickled the liquid around ... as if he were powdering an undiapered baby!

It was, frankly, a weird, warm, wet sensation ... that naturally provoked a stimulating response!

Ten, fifteen minutes he took just savoring the gin-and-tonic; and all the while he was massaging my tummy with strong, supple fingertips. I was perhaps half-way to the pinnacle when-I should have expected it-he tongued for the last delicious drops. Heavenly! A great wave of blissful shock swept all over me and I cursed and gnashed my teeth but It happened uncontrollably.

"Oh, Chr-ist!" I moaned in deep, deep ecstasy.

But Teddy squashed my dizzy delight swiftly then. "You bastard! You rotten, quickie bastard! No restraint, have you? No consideration! Well, let me tell you something ... you'd better learn! You'd just better use a mental cork from now on-until your trick wants it to happen. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

I flushed in anger. "I get the God damned picture! You don't have to tell me-"

"I'M TELLING YOU!"

"OKAY! IF YOU DON'T WANT ME-"

"OH, MAN! YOU'RE ON MY LIST!"

I relaxed and had to laugh. "Big deal ... but thanks!"

And then Teddy had to chuckle, too. "Whew! That was ... so-o-o good, man! Damndamn-damn! De-e-e-licious!"

"Stop ... you're putting me on!"

"I'm putting you ... to work! First thing tomorrow."

"Suits me to a T," I smiled broadly in agreement.

Then Teddy suggested that we take a shower ... together ... to cleanse our sweaty bodies before getting redressed. He let me pad in first-it was a very small shower stall-and he had to reach around me at either side to work the knobs for hot and cold water. He fumbled with the faucets; a gush of cold water came out. I leaped backward, colliding against the nakedness of Teddy.

"Ouch!" he yelped. But he didn't seem mad; he chuckled throatily. "Turn the hot faucet, on the right, harder on ... and hand me the cake; I'll soap you up."

"Willy-nilly, I gave him the bar of soap. But I swallowed hard. There was no mistaking the position I was in! I was dizzily nervous and angry at the same time. Mostly with my stupid self ... for stepping into the stall shower first.

"Don't get all shook up," Teddy spoke all of a sudden, as if reading my mind. "Don't get the idea ... well, you'll see in a few moments ... what's really going to happen...."

And now he adroitly applied the lather to my body. His hands were strong, smooth, and slippery as they slid the soap up and down my back ... around and across my broad chest ... and then some other pleasant places. And all the while the full force of the needle-sharp spray of the shower beat down upon my face, adding to the heady delight that Teddy's soapy fingers were tormenting from me.

Then a dull thud. Teddy dropped the soap, and his hands.

I had a sane thought: It was inevitable! Of course-he wanted me to....

My emotions were triggered to respond to his silent wishes because of the exciting intimacy in the steaming shower stall. Because of the instinctive desire for discovery and experience in all things humanly sexually possible!

I went wild with the desperate hunger of a starved animal. Abruptly I had a savage appetite to glut myself. And so instantly I prepared to skew and gorge myself on a treasure of food.

The shock sent Teddy into tight, rigid spasms, and quickly I reacted with a taut rigidity of my own to freeze the lightning wave of pleasure that tore into my stomach. One moment Teddy could not control the series of painful sobs and shrieks that parched his mouth. But the next moment, his agony was transformed into sheer ecstasy and he began to wiggle with desire and....

And I was transfixed with ecstasy!

I stood idle and let him do everything ... and everything was nearing the floodgates! It was incredible torment.

Suddenly, I became aware that I wanted to help him. I reached around on either side of him and grabbed ... but his strong hand shot down from the tiled wall and tore away my fingers as he commanded throatily, "Don't touch me! It isn't necessary!"

And it wasn't. Five, ten minutes later I was as white-hot as an exposed bulk of steel being teased, tormented, and hammered ... and suddenly the searing-hot flames shot forth in a tremendous explosion of liquid fire that caused an amazing-at least to me, then-chain reaction ... burning and bursting through Teddy's senses to trigger his own high-soaring explosion, and he howled highly from the spasms and the exhausting, numbing relief.

The whole world spun dizzily around and around, for both of us. With the palms of his hands still tilting his body against the water-splashed, tiled wall, Teddy bent his elbows and slumped forward to rest his forehead on the cool wet tile. And I fell backward, spinning and spent, and our heavy pantings were in accord.

"Whew!" I somehow managed to speak first. "T-that was really something...."

Teddy slowly turned his head sideways ... smiling slyly. "Wasn't it!" he agreed breathlessly. "And, was it something ... dirty ... twisted ... sick ... queer?"

"N-no!" I admitted, shaking my head dumbly. "It's crazy ... it was completely wonderfully wild ... if anything it was ... glory be to Heaven down there below!"

"Yep. That's all that counts! No matter how you do it...."

"Sure!" I acknowledged, nodding numbly, finishing the thought for him. "There must be a hundred other ways to get your rocks off that people call odd-balling, but ... maybe they haven't tried them!"

"Exactly," Teddy agreed. "Now let's really take a shower...."

Five minutes later, as we were dressing, I expressed hope that Teddy could recommend a nice room for me in a rather cheap beach area boarding house. I had five hundred bucks in my pocket, of course. And it was going to stay right there for the time being ... as my nest-egg. If by any remote quirk of fate male-whoring really wasn't my cup of tea....

Like the Boy Scouts, I wanted to be prepared!

But I wasn't for Teddy's registered leer!

"Forget getting your own pad for the time being. You and me are just winding up together!" he explained surlily. "I go for the male and female whore-initiate staying at my place for the first whole week! Maybe that's my weak quirk. I just say it gives me the chance to really know what I can sell a body for ... and I expect lots of experimenting and full cooperation. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah. Sexual moon-lighting ... all night ... every night."

"That's the joy-ticket!"

I said hopelessly, "Who needs sleep!"

"Babies and dead men," was his retort.

One moment I despised Teddy's guts and wanted to take his handsome head with the sun-bleached hair plastered down tight and bash the brains out against a brick wall. The next moment, a feeling of admiration for his cock-suredness enveloped me. And I reacted with this totally diverse fluctuation until I saw the rewards of his rather cold, determined steadfastness ... his little red MG ... and particularly his Florida flashy, expensive apartment with built-in stereo, colored TV, and every other creature comfort conceivable. Frankly, I was impressed ... and filled with the expected realization of envy.

"Not bad for a college drop-out, huh?" he kept delightedly interjecting as he gave me a quick grand-tour of the spacious fancy pad.

"Not bad at all! In fact, this is really the berries...."

Teddy suddenly flung off his own clothes until he was completely nude. "Make yourself comfortable, Steve ... fix yourself a drink, if you like ... while I defrost a couple of thick, juicy porter-house steaks to toss under the oven broiler."

"Teddy ... aren't you...?" He was parading all around the living room. Stark nude, as I've said. And two walls were constructed almost totally of glass-looking out directly on the apartment-community-shared patio and pool!

"You mean...?" he asked. "Window-peepers? Don't get your bowels in an uproar! The window-walls are a one-way deal ... like looking at a solid brick wall from the outside."

"I'll be damned!"

"Had them put in special ... because I'm a home-nudist! How about you?"

"I dunno, really."

"Wanta see if you'd like to be?" The tone of his question seemed to have the firm implication of an authorative command.

"Why not?" I shrugged, stripping. It really wasn't a matter of letting him step on me and giving in. It was mostly a matter of wanting to get naked. Probably it was a strange kind of daring ... I did want to see if it was a pleasant feeling.

It was ... just lazily lounging around in the nude ... sitting at the dinner table that way ... there was something free-bodied about it but vaguely difficult to explain. Nevertheless I could recommend it after half an hour in the raw.

Later, finished with our delicious rare steaks but still sitting at the table, I asked Teddy a question and agreed with his answers.

"Teddy ... do you really like girls?"

"Fifty-fifty," he replied firmly. "It's bisexually split right in half with me ... and I'm totally without a sexual code! I mean anything goes that brings successful sexual satisfaction. Why not?"

"Why not indeed!" I shrugged. "I-I want to become like you ... I think...."

"Decidedly," Teddy nodded. "Or ... you wouldn't be here now! Ready to plunge ahead and taste something else succulently new?"

"Name it."

"Coming right up," he winked; then, darting out to the kitchen, he returned with two cups of after-dinner coffee. "Now then ... let's sweeten each other's cup...."

I didn't see a sugar bowl. I didn't understand. "H-how?"

Teddy guffawed. "Like this!" And he started to perform the little boy's ritual upon himself!

"You mean...?" I whispered incredulously.

"Yeah man!" he cut me off with a happy hiss. "Come on! Hurry!"

In a moment our cups runneth over!

It was a strange, unconventional urge-to want to indulge in such a communion ... but somehow Teddy aroused my curiosity, whetted my thirst for the sexual unique!

"May you have every excess and success," was his grinning but sincere toast before we sipped the "exotic" coffee.

And I must admit ... I drained my cup to the last delicious drop ... with savor!