Chapter 2
Dan slept late and was dreaming of frantically fucking a handsome young stud when he was awakened by a call from Larry Donovan, an old college friend now the darling of the local daytime housewives' television interview program.
"Thought I better check to see if you'd come back to the world of the living; you had quite a time at the party last night, I understand," Larry chirped.
The laughter hurt Dan's sleepy brain, even though he had not had enough liquor to have a hangover.
" A little birdie told me all about your evening, and who all you found most interesting."
"I really-"
"Don't let it worry you," Larry continued. "Why not come on out and have some coffee" before the show. You DO remember you're going to titillate all my little old ladies at noon with daring stories of gay New York life?"
Dan struggled up to look at the travel alarm clock.
"Good God," he swore when he saw it was nearly eleven. "When does this clambake get started?"
"We go on the air at 12:30, but I like to have my guests at the station by noon so we can have a chat about the questions I'll ask. It keeps the butterflies away and I get a better idea of what makes interesting chatter."
Dan mumbled good-bye and struggled out of bed. While shaving he contemplated the catty comments Donovan had made. Obviously some friend of the television personality had been present at the part. Of course he and Phil had left together, and this was the conservative Middle West, not an uncaring, cosmopolitan New York. Was a bit of friendship to be so misconstrued?
Dan realized that if he were to pursue a friendship without causing talk even among the known gay community, which apparently had as good a communication system as in any city, he would have to be extremely careful.
Still yawning, Dan dressed and drove to the TV station. He hadn't seen Donovan for three or four years, when the entertainer was still an announcer on the college FM station. By now, Larry had moved up in the world, for the book dealer had bubbled delightedly about having lined up the interview on so popular a program. But then he didn't know that Larry often had borrowed Dan's bedroom for a quick trick in the past and would be happy to return the favor by promoting his book.
"Welcome back to no man's land," Larry boomed as he greeted Dan in the station lobby. "How's it feel to be the toast of the town?" he added, leading the way into the dark, chilled studio. "Don't worry, as soon as those lights come on it'll soon get like an oven. So fill me in on all your activities, at least those you care to talk about. Mustn't titillate my ladies TOO much," he said and giggled.
"I don't really know what you could be talking about," Dan said in mock serious tones.
"Come, come, Danny boy. Don't play so coy. My spy network is actually quite good. I know all about last night, and whom you took home. Aren't you the least bit ashamed about robbing the cradle?"
"I-" Dan looked around the dimly lighted studio uneasily.
"Don't worry. Nobody'll be in for another twenty minutes or so. They're doing the news in another studio. How do I know about you? Easy, I have to know what's happening. It's the best way to keep people from talking too much about me. Can't have that, or my little old ladies would-well, you know."
Donovan had not changed at all, Dan realized. Perhaps he was even more outspoken now than when he had led the midnight revels of the tight-knit college gay group.
"Okay," Dan muttered, "so you apparently know a bit about my activities, but not everything. I took young Phil directly home, and NOTHING at all happened, with him. I found him to be an intriguing young conversationalist. I hardly even thought about-"
"But you did think about it. Tell me true," Larry said and laughed.
"Okay, okay. But, like I said, he's an interesting youngster to talk with, even if that's all it ever amounts to. Since your spy system is so great, perhaps you can save me some time and trouble. What do YOU know about Phil?"
"Not a great deal, really. He's got quite a reputation at the theater as a tech man, and of course he does everything at school in the way of theater backstage work."
"That's not what I was talking about," Dan said, a smile playing at the edge of his lips.
"Really, that's about all I know about him. Naturally there has been speculation. Or should that be unnaturally? Nobody's been in his pants as far as I know, and undoubtedly around theater groups somebody would try. Of course, that doesn't mean he's not available, maybe just waiting for the right moment, the right person."
"Meaning me?" , "Perhaps, if chicken is what you want. Me, I don't like to rob the cradle. The college kiddies are fine with me, they already know what it's all about."
"I don't usually chase anybody that young either," Dan said. "But damn it, Larry, last night I completely forgot I was talking to a mere seventeen-year-old boy. Even talk with him? I bet he knows more about some technical things than your own engineers. How he's managed to pick up so much dope on so many things at his age is beyond me. He knows a thousand things more about the theater than I do, and that's my business."
"Well, if that's what you want go after it, dear," Donovan said and chuckled. "Just be careful. Some of these young kids would just love you to take their cherry, but then go crying to mania and get. you in trouble. We had such a deal here at the station. Lost a good announcer 'cause he just had to try out some hunky high school trick. The kid used to come up to the station when he had the late night radio shift. They'd sit around and talk and play records and then Bruce took him home several times.
"Finally one evening they went home by way of the river bottoms. From what Bruce said the next morning the kid really knew how to suck cock and fuck ass. He took on Bruce like an old pro, sucking him off and then fucking the shit out of him. Something backfired, though.. . family was waiting up or something, and all hell broke loose. The next night the kid's father paid Bruce a visit and told him to get out of town pronto or he'd call in the police. Bruce ran. He was lucky, though, 'cause he got a good job right away in New Orleans and now he's chasing all the seafood that comes to town."
"Well," Dan mused, "I'm quite content for my relationship with Phil to remain just on a friendly basis. I'm not that hard up for-"
"That's what they all say. Then the minute they can get the kid alone they're ramming their hard fat dicks up his tight little ass or down-his throat."
Once again Dan shook his head. "Not me. Fun is fun, but when it comes to a choice between fun and trouble, then my reputation comes first. There are enough fish in the pond that I don't have to grab the one that may get me hooked and in trouble."
Their conversation broke off abruptly when the door opened and the camera crew came in and began flipping on the Kleig lights. In the few moments now remaining before air time, Larry quickly quizzed Dan and outlined the questions he was--likely to ask.
The show went along quite smoothly, with light-hearted give and take as the two old friends discussed the work of Dan. Most of it was by now old hat for Dan, but Donovan had a quick wit that made the conversation bubble along.
Finally Larry looked over at Dan with a sparkle in his eye and posed another question.
"We've talked about your novel, about your play and a lot of other things, but I think my viewers would like to know a little more about you, Dan. We know you worked here and went to
New York after getting your degree, but what's your life like now? And the question everybody always wants to know, are wedding bells about ready to peal?"
"Life's a lot of fun in New York, even if everything does seem to cost a king's ransom," Dan said. "I think your viewers would find my life rather dull. I've been working as, a publisher's representative and writing at night. It doesn't leave me much time for running around. As for the last question, no wedding bells in sight. When I find the right person, yes. Right now I'm having a good time playing the gay blade about town."
Larry was getting a frantic "wrap it up" signal from one of the crew and, with a quick farewell to his viewers, he concluded the program.
"Well, it went quite nicely. Thanks for coming out," Larry said as the overhead lights winked off. The crew quickly left.
"You dirty dog," Dan growled, but without real anger.
"Thought that would turn you on," Larry said. "Always like to throw one curve at a guest if I can. Keeps 'em on their toes.. You handled it beautifully, my dear."
"Yeah, but what if I had suddenly lisped something like T prefer big handsome men like you, Larry the Fairy?' "
"Then both our gooses would've been cooked. And speaking of cooking, how about some lunch?"
"I could use something to eat. I'm beginning to growl."
"I suppose you'll be off to see your little buddy again this evening," Larry said as he drove out of the station parking lot.
"We're supposed to get together Sunday afternoon, he's tied up before that. I'm going over to his house."
"My, isn't that a cozy arrangement! Right in his own bedroom you're gonna seduce him, already."
"Damn it, Larry, I wish you'd lay off. You make it sould so dirty. I meant it when I said I like him as a friend, not just something young and new to fuck."
"But, damn it, man, admit you're not AGAINST taking him to bed and plowing him."
"Only if it works out. I'm not going to force him to do anything. If the time and place are right and he's interested, okay, I'll take him to bed."
"Don't worry, you'll probably get him to bed. Phil can be quite friendly, I understand. Listen to an old auntie's advice, luv. Something I didn't mention at the station, he's temperamental as hell.--likely as not he'll befriend you as long as you can do something for him, then drop you like a worn out rubber. He's got quite a reputation for using people to get what he wants."
"I don't believe that. He doesn't strike me as the sort to-" v "Oh, I think he'd be clever, You'll never know he's using you, especially if you're out to tango with him and aren't paying real close attention to what's really happening. But let me warn you, don't get too involved, for your own sake."
Not wanting to hear any more similar comments, Dan quickly changed the subject to less personal things.
After a leisurely lunch he returned to the hotel and found a phone message from a Keith Martin, a name that rang no bells. When he got to his room he dialed the number given in the message.
"Southwest Military Academy, Cadet Martin speaking, sir!"
"This is Dan Griffith. I have a note from a Keith Martin."
"Yes, how are you? I'm the guy you met on the plane," the quickly familiar voice answered.
"How are you? And how did you know to call here?" Dan said.
"I saw the picture and stories in the paper," Keith explained. "I just checked a couple of hotels until I found you. Initiative and all that crap they try to teach us here, you know."
Dan laughed, and they talked pleasantly for a couple of moments.
"Listen," Keith said finally, his voice suddenly fertive. "I get off duty in a few minutes.. Can I come down? I'm horny as hell again."
"Sure, why not."
Keith quickly wrapped up the conversation and promised to b e at the hotel within an hour.
True to his word he was knocking at the door almost exactly sixty minutes later. Dan had taken a shower and was resting. As the knock was heard, his cock stirred in anticipation. He grabbed up a robe and tossed it on as he went to the door, just in case it might be somebody else.
Standing in the doorway, grinning widely, was the blond stud. As soon as the door closed behind him, he quickly shucked off his uniform and turned to Dan. His seven-inch cock was standing at full attention, and Dan's own weapon poked its tip from beneath his robe in reply.
Keith stepped closer and they embraced. The boy's kisses were not too experienced, but he was eager to learn from Dan. His hands slid down Dan's back to cup the author's firm buns, and his fingers explored between the dark crevice.--likewise Dan was massaging Keith's trim body and his finger tips had discovered the hidden anal opening and sent shivers of desire through the cadet's handsome body.
"The bed," Dan finally gasped, and they strode over to the large bed and fell onto it, again in a tight clinch. Finally Dan broke away from the cadet's sweet lips and slowly kissed his way down over the boy's bronzed, hairless chest, tantalizing each wine red rosette, then across his stomach and finally to the golden thatch in which the cock rose proudly. He tongued the tip of the cock, then slid down and kissed the down-covered sack that hung heavily beneath it.
Keith gasped as the balls were sucked onto Dan's hot mouth and caressed with his tongue.
Dan's exploring tongue moved lower, and Keith lifted and spread his legs to allow the author free entry to his almost virginal asshole.
Keith moaned in delight as the tongue at last reached the winking entry to his tunnel of desire and pressed against the funky gate.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Keith moaned as Dan's tongue probed and lubricated the puckered shit hole.
His tongue still massaging the spasming hole, Dan moved around and finally aimed his rigid cock at the glistening target. He pressed gently against the iron-clad gate.
"Easy, easy, it's the first time," Keith moaned as the big broad cockhead pressed more firmly against his anus.
Slowly the tip slipped into the dark fuck tunnel, then paused as Dan allowed the boy to get used to the big invader.
When Keith nodded, Dan resumed the invasion and slowly his spit-wet cock slid into the moist, hot shit tunnel until his pubic hair ground against the boy's straining buns.
"Oh, God, that feels great," Keith moaned as he felt the cock buried fully in his virginal hole. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Dan obliged, slowly witlidrawing his long hard cock almost completely, then driving it deep again. Each time he pulled it out, he shoved it back a little faster and harder until he was pounding the tight boyfuck canal furiously.
Keith thrashed about the bed in ecstasy, and his anal muscles gripped Dan's cock tightly. The added pressure plus the frantic pace he was pounding the ass soon summoned the author's heavy load of cum juices.
Dan shoved his big hard cock in as deeply as he could, then cried aloud as he splashed his hot sticky cum offering deep into the tunnel of churned-shit and desire.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Keith cried as he felt Dan's cock throbbing and spitting out the heavy manfuck cream.
Gasping for breath, and his cock softening at last, Dan slowly withdrew it and fell over on his back.
They lay quietly for a moment, then Keith got up and slid between Dan's legs. His tongue started to explore, and Dan obligingly lifted his legs so the cadet could reach his own winking cock hole.
Lubricating it fully, Keith finally lifted up and aimed his aching seven-inch pile driver prick at the gleaming hole and shoved it forward.
Even though he had often enjoyed a heavy cock invading his inner being, Dan gasped as the boy's big dick rushed past the protesting opening and slid to the hilt with one surge.
Immediately Keith began the frantic motions of fucking, corkscrewing and bucking as if it were to be his last fuck and he must make the most of it.
After the initial shock of the painful entry, Dan relaxed and enjoyed the pounding of his tunnel and the expression of tormented desire on the young blond's straining face.
He reached up and pulled the boy's head down so that their lips could meet. As they kissed passionately, he felt Keith's prick pound even faster and then, with a shudder, explode the youngster's hot cum deep within his bowels.
They fell over on their sides, Keith's ample cock still buried deep in Dan's boycum-filled asshole, and continued to kiss and caress as they relaxed after the frantic double action.
Finally Keith's softened prick slipped out, and he rolled over on his back.
"God, that was wild!! ' the cadet whispered. "Ricky and me, all we ever did was suck cock, but this was the greatest!"
"The way you pounded my ass, I thought you'd been doing it for years. You really learned to fuck in a hurry."
"I have a good instructor," Keith replied. "I bet I have a hell of a time marching in the morning; my asshole feels like a tfuck was rammed up in it."
"By morning you'll want another invasion, I bet," Dan said and chuckled.
"Yeah, but how? There ain't a chance at school."
"Nobody else--likes to suck cock or plant a prick in a hot ass?"
"Maybe, but they watch me so closely I don't dare try anything."
"I'm sure you can find a way, if you're hard up enough."
"Yeah, I guess so. I sure hate to leave this, though," he said, fondling Dan's limp weapon. "You really put the cock to a guy."
"Practice makes perfect," Dan said and chuckled.
"I'll have to get away again. I've got a hunch my dick won't be happy with a quick suck or hand job any more."
"I'll be here for another week," Dan replied. "You know the number."
At last they got up and showered, and then reluctantly Keith dressed and prepared to leave. Dan also dressed, for he had a dinner date with an old college friend and his family.
He promised Keith to share another sex interlude later in the week if the cadet could get away from school.
On Sunday, Dan found himself strangely nervous as he parked in front of Phil's house. It would be the first time to meet the lad's parents. Just like meeting the father of the bride, he mused as he strode up the walk and knocked on the door.
Phil answered and held the door open for Dan to enter. The house was strangely quiet; if his parents were really entertaining, it was a quiet party, Dan thought.
But Little One explained that the dinner party had been put off because of illness, and that his parents were out for the day. Then he lead the way back to his bedroom, decorated in stark charcoal shades and brightened by a gleaming white fuck carpet. Dan stopped short at the door.
The room was a masterpiece of decoration, with every item carefully selected to compliment the stark black and white color scheme.
Several framed photographs of past theater productions adorned one wall, and a large bulletin board contained several clippings of Little One's various activities, along with certificates from various contests he had entered.
"How do you like it?" Phil asked, somewhat hesitantly.
"It's great. Who decorated it?"
"It was my idea. Mother did most of the work, although of course Dad and I painted the walls. You can't imagine how dull it was when we moved here-pink walls and a "godawful carpet. I've always wanted a black and white room, and this one was large enough to do it and not feel pressed in."
Dan slowly walked into the room, then studied the clippings more carefully. As he was reading of Little One's theatrical accomplisliments, including one story that labeled him 'Mr. Do It All,' Phil opened a cabinet and pulled out several records.
"These are some special ones I thought you might enjoy," he said. "A friend sent this one to me from London, its not available over here."
The music began and Dan immediately recognized the selections from a hit Broadway production, although there was more feeling than he remembered.
"This is the London company. There's really no comparison, is there?" Phil asked.
The afternoon passed quickly, even if both eventually lasped into silence as they listened to the music. As it had been on the ride home, the silence was one of friendship.
Finally Phil glanced at his watch, then at Dan.
"Shall we eat? It's nearly six, and I only nibbled at lunch."
Dan grinned. "I'd like a big juicy steak, one that's really cooked and doesn't cost a fortune like they do back east."
So they went to a quiet restaurant noted for its excellent food and reasonable prices. It was early for the dinner crowd, and they were led to a comfortable table in one corner of the dining room.
Dan followed Phil's recommendation when they ordered, and they chatted pleasantly through the soup and salad, then lapsed into silence as they tackled the steaks, just as tender as Dan had desired.
"I agree with what you said on that television interview this week," Little One said, without any comment leading up to it.
"Which comment?" Dan asked, puzzled by his remark. "I've been on several shows, and have been asked for my opinion on just about every thing from theatrical criticism to, believe it or not, birth control."
"On Larry Donovan's show," Phil explained. "We have a TV set backstage at the theater at school, and I watched there. It was quite good."
Dan acknowledged the praise.
"What specifically did you agree with? After all, it was a full thirty minutes of gabbing."
"About what you said about.. . the idea of so many girls being hangers-on who aren't really interested in a person," Phil said. Then he suddenly turned pink.
At the same time Dan's heart thudded. Of all the comments, Phil would bring THAT one up. And after the sly comments Larry had made!
"Aren't you a bit young to be concerned with such things?" Dan asked.
Phil shook his head emphatically.
"I don't think I'll get married. I like to be around boys and men. They don't seem to be so silly all the time. Don't you find that true?"
"I didn't say I was against women per se, just those who seem to hang around and try to attach themselves to people in the news or who seem to be making a name for themselves. like I also said, some day the right girl will come along and-"
Dan paused as Phil shook his head. "I don't think so. I think you're too much an idealist to ever find a girl who . . . someone you'll find to be more than just a sexual release."
"Hey now! This is getting a little deep for-"
"You know what I mean. You're just not the type to settle down and get married. I think it probably would interfere With your work. Would that be fair to either you or to whomever you married? I think some people just should never get married. Especially creative people. Marriage would only affect their work adversely."
Dan grinned widely. "What do you suggest then, mass fornication?"
His comment made Little One blush again, but Phil was undaunted.
"It may sound outlandish, but why not? Isn't the theater known for its freedom? Would this be so far different from what's going on, anyway, only not out in the open."
"You sound quite experienced," Dan said softly.
"Not really, but I see a lot backstage. Even in a community theater we're considered a little different by the 'regular' people out in the audience, sort of queer ducks, if you know what I mean."
It was Dan's turn to blush at the turn of the conversation. Little One's comment could be taken innocently or as a subtle hint.
"There are a lot of young people in the theater whose parents definitely would not approve of your ideas, young man," Dan said with sternness that failed to cover the twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh, I don't mean to say that our theater, or a lot of others, is a hotbed of sex. But it is wild in its own little way. Just about everything does on, or has at one time or another," Phil said, a somewhat cryptic note slipping into his voice.
Dan contemplated Phil's comments as he dabbled with his spicy hot apple pie. There had been subtle hints in various directions. Phil was either quite naive and covering up for it, or he already fully understood the situation and was being as outspoken as he was on most other subjects.
Either way, it was an interesting revelation. Dan decided that Little One could not be completely naive. He might not realize Dan's desires, but he certainly wasn't totally unaware of the gay sexual interests in many theater devotees.
He was innately too intelligent to have missed this, and as Larry mentioned, doubtless he had been propositioned, perhaps even seduced. Their silence continued as they left the restaurant and drove back to Phil's house. Once there, instead of almost instantly bounding out of the car, Phil sat quietly as the vehicle rolled to a halt.
"This has been a great day," he said softly, looking over at Dan. "Thanks a lot."
"The pleasure is mutual. It's been a most enlightening visit, even if your mother might be shocked if she knew some of the things that-"
"She gave up being shocked a long time ago, I'm afraid," Phil said, smiling impishly. "But just to please her, I go out with a girl now and then. like I said, they're always so dumb. All they seem to want to talk about is getting married and having babies. That's why I say creative people shouldn't get married."
Dan remained silent. Finally Little One looked up again. "When shall I see you again? I'm tied up with school and the theater so much right now, and today has been so much fun."
"Well," Dan mused, "next weekend I think I'm going to drive down to Dallas. I thought I'd go see if Six Flags Over Texas is really as fine an amusement park as everybody who has been there says. Think you could go? I'd love to have you along."
"That would be super. Let me check and I'll call you. Or you could come by the theater tomorrow night. We could have coffee after the show. Okay?"
"Fine."
Phil vaulted out of the car and bounded up the walk. Then, with his familiar little wave, he disappeared inside.