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Chapter 12: Dinner Party Over the next while, Daniel was able to set aside his fears gradually. Any time Rodrigo sensed that his worry was rising again, he’d give another little pep talk. From time to time, he’d add in another form of energizing session which owed almost nothing to words but still took Daniel’s mind right off his worries – as well as entertaining Rodrigo. One night, for instance, Rodrigo found Daniel looking sadly at the video of the award ceremony again. He’d whipped the phone right out of Daniel’s hands, and said, “Forget that, here’s something better for you to concentrate on,” as he yanked down his pants and pulled his dick out, waving it right in Daniel’s face. It did the trick. Daniel grasped the semi-soft shaft and gave it a couple of good tugs, then opened his mouth and fitted his lips around the head, caressing it with his tongue as he squeezed and released it with his lips. In a mere matter of seconds the entire shaft began to grow, and harden, and in less than a minute it was up to full mast and Daniel was deep throating it. At the same time, Rodrigo was leaning forward and letting his fingers do the walking down Daniel’s spine, and over the firm round swell of his butt to begin delving into the crack. Daniel let go of his cock long enough to moan, “Fuck, yeah, play with my ass.” Rodrigo pulled back his finger for a minute to lick it, and then leaned forward again and started pushing it inside. Daniel really knew how to work with his ass, and Rodrigo loved the feelings it gave, whether he was fucking Daniel with a finger or his dick. He slipped a second finger in, then, and began twisting them back and forth, around each other, a treatment which always revved up Daniel’s desire to get fucked. Eventually, Daniel let the cock fall out of his mouth and went down to start sucking on the balls, which just let Rodrigo finger his hole even deeper. When Daniel figured he had warmed up Rodrigo enough, he pulled off, yanked down his shorts, turned around without a word, and pressed his ass backwards to meet the hard cock which was coming closer to him. In a few more seconds, the head of that cock met his hole and began pressing inwards. Rodrigo’s cock was a perfect size to be able to go crazy inside Daniel’s ass without causing too much lasting pain in the aftermath – and it came at just the right angle to hit his gland right on target with every stroke if Rodrigo fucked him in missionary. Daniel had teased Rodrigo that he ought to go into porn just to become famous enough to have a dildo modeled after his tool, since it would work like a charm on so many guys – and he as frequently reminded him of the dollars he could accumulate as his share of the revenue from selling the toy. “You have got to be kidding,” Rodrigo had snorted when he said it for the fourth time. “You come down here as a complete and total emotional wreck after a decade in that business, and you want me to go to the mainland and subject myself to the same grind? N. O. Fucking. Way!” Daniel had, of course, laughed loudly, but then assured Rodrigo that he was joking – but only in part. “Rodrigo,” he’d said in his best business tone, “I never joke about money.” Right now, though, those teasing conversations were the last thing on Daniel’s mind as Rodrigo’s cock worked its magic inside his ass. As usual when fucking, Rodrigo had worked right up to full throttle ramming speed in the first minute and kept right on going at that tempo. After about five minutes of this forceful treatment, Daniel pulled away, asking for more lube, and had then rolled over onto his back while Rodrigo obliged. It was time for the magic stick to work on the magic hotspot. And work it did, with every one of Rodrigo’s thrusts hitting the target. It wasn’t long before Daniel could feel his sperm rising out of his balls and pulsing up his cock. “Fuck, man, you’re going to fuck the cum out of me.” “I’m going to fuck my cum into you.” It was Daniel who reached the peak first, his cock lifting up and shooting high into the air to fall back with a splatter across his face and chest. The sudden squeezing sensation brought Rodrigo to the moment as well, and he plunged forcefully inside, erupting strongly in Daniel’s hole. Over the succeeding weeks, this scene (with variations) played out multiple times. It all helped to keep the dreaded blue balls at bay, but also helped to relieve Daniel’s stress attacks. By this time, Daniel had clearly fixed in his mind the idea that Laszlo loved him and was working away at breaking down the accursed fears of rejection that were preventing him from acting on that certainty. More and more, though, he realized that this house and these friends were no small part of his gradual healing and reclaiming of himself. Among the many inconsequential conversations which Rodrigo and Daniel had shared during the year and a bit of their friendship, one little nugget of information had dropped in connection with nothing in particular – Daniel had mentioned that his birthday was June 14. Rodrigo had marked the date on his calendar and had privately decided to take Daniel out for dinner – since it was, after all, his 30th birthday. Rodrigo debated inviting Brad and Arian and their girls (of the moment) but decided against it, since Daniel did tend to get a bit quiet and tense in the company of relative strangers. Instead, he would let Brad and Arian know, but would just take out Daniel for a quiet little dinner for two. He reserved a table in a semi-private alcove at a classy restaurant in one of the major resorts down the road about twelve miles, first verifying that they wouldn’t have to be super-dressy – smart casual clothes would do. He then dropped off a small gift for Daniel, at the hotel, with instructions that it should be delivered to the table with a bottle of champagne after they were seated – and he made sure that the concierge understood clearly that they were friends and not a couple. A couple of days beforehand, Rodrigo invited Daniel. His first question was a slightly suspicious, “Are you trying to date me?” Rodrigo laughed. “Hahaha! I know better than to try that! No, I just wanted you to have a chance to celebrate your special day with a friend, since you spend so much time hanging out by yourself. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, and you do have times when you seem very lonely. Just a little friendly gesture to make one night a bit less so.” “Do we have to dress up?” This was Daniel’s next big paranoia. He hated having to do the jacket and tie thing. “I checked. The place we’re going is smart casual only. Neat pants and shoes and a good button-down shirt will do it.” Daniel thought a moment longer. “It’s a fine idea. Thank you, Rodrigo.” “We’ll leave at 6:15. Reservation’s for 7:00.” Daniel nodded. When the big day arrived, Daniel came downstairs early to find the coffee already brewed, and a cake with a few little gift-wrapped packages around it. The other three sang a classic rendition of Happy Birthday to You – classic in the sense that the three voices were singing in three different keys, and none of them managed to hit the high note in the third line. Daniel accepted a cup of coffee in a brand new mug emblazoned with a giant gold star with “XXX” inside it, and that got him laughing heartily. He blew out the one huge candle on the cake, ideally chosen as being in the shape of a rigid nine-inch cock. He then sat down to open the presents – which consisted of one sex-themed household accessory from each of this three housemates, a choice which didn’t surprise him a bit. He thanked them for the birthday celebration surprise, smiling broadly. After coffee, the four of them all went out surfing together. Daniel celebrated his birthday by riding two of the biggest waves of his career – and wiping out after two seconds on the second wave, to much hooting and jeering from his friends. A while later, after getting some breakfast and diving into the cake, the four of them were sitting on the front deck’s steps, and he spoke. “I wasn’t really expecting anything in the way of a birthday this year, but I should have known you three would be ready. You guys really are the best!” They all gave him a big bear hug, and Rodrigo capped his off with a kiss – which set Brad and Arian hooting and whistling all over again. “Hey, Rodrigo, save it for your hot dinner date tonight!” They all laughed together again. Arian in particular couldn’t help noticing that Daniel looked looser and happier than he’d looked in months, actually ever since he’d come over to Hawaii from California a year earlier. Arian and Brad left to go down the road for a brunch get-together with some friends, and Daniel and Rodrigo were left sitting together. Daniel was repeatedly adjusting himself in his jammers, and Rodrigo definitely noticed. “Hey, what’s got you so antsy?” “I don’t know. Guess it wants to get out and get some exercise.” He looked Rodrigo directly in the eye as he rubbed the bulge more forcefully. “Let’s go see what we can do about that.” Twenty minutes later, on Daniel’s bed, Rodrigo was sliding up and down on Daniel’s rigid tool, feeling every bit of that legendary nine inches pushing right inside him and then pulling out of him again. As always, Daniel was enjoying feeling Rodrigo’s expert ass working on him, sucking and pulling and twisting and squeezing. It was great to do it with such an active bottom who knew just how to work a cock with his busy hole. After a few minutes, though, Daniel was ready to take charge. “Get on your back,” he snapped, and Rodrigo obligingly pulled off and laid down beside him. Daniel got his legs up and pushed right back over his shoulders, and then slid back into his ass. By this time, after three days of no action worth mentioning, Daniel found that he was rapidly rising to the challenge, going around the final bend and closing in on the finish line. His pounding got even faster, the smacks of his hips against Rodrigo’s butt harder and louder, and Rodrigo knew that it was time. He opened right up, allowing Daniel to plunge in and out at full speed and grunted, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, dammit. Blow your load inside me!” Daniel gasped and grunted three times, and then slammed right up against Rodrigo’s ass, holding it right there as his sperm jetted into Rodrigo’s tunnel like water spurting from a firehose. After the first four or five shots, he resumed pumping, slamming in again and again at each of the smaller pulses. At last, the pressure in the firehose dwindled to nothing and Daniel slowed to a halt, breathing deeply as he let his big tool slide slowly out, to be followed by a small river of cum. “Feeling better now?” Rodrigo asked in a snarky tone of voice. “I’m not sure. May have to do it again to make certain it’s okay.” Rodrigo pulled a face. “Oh, fuck, no! Even once a day is hard to take when you go all the way into overdrive like that!” At 6:15 that evening, Daniel met Rodrigo at the bottom of the stairs, and they set off together for dinner. Daniel whistled in surprise when they pulled into the driveway of the deluxe FourWinds Resort, one of the most expensive places on the island. After leaving the car with the valet, they walked inside the entrance, and Rodrigo steered their steps to the right, where the restaurant opened off the end of the lobby, with its outer wall dedicated to a series of windowed alcoves facing the ocean and the adjacent waterfall tumbling over a rock face to fall into the surf. The maître d’ escorted them to one of the alcoves, and Daniel immediately chose a seat facing the waterfall. Rodrigo took the other side, which gave him a bit of view of the restaurant behind Daniel’s shoulders, helpful if he should need to summon a server. Almost as soon as they’d settled, the server arrived with the champagne, glasses, and ice bucket, gave his name as “Enrique,” and proceeded to open the bottle and pour. A second server came right behind with the menus, and a small, gift-wrapped package which he placed in front of Daniel. When Daniel opened it, he found a customized glass paperweight with his name and photo embedded inside, and a note from Rodrigo wishing him “the happiest of birthdays.” He reached out with both hands to shake Rodrigo’s hand across the table as he thanked him, and then they turned to the business of drinking the champagne and ordering dinner. Daniel was enjoying himself far more than he’d expected to do. It had been years since he’d allowed himself the luxury of a night out with anyone that wasn’t tied to business in some way. It helped, too, that Rodrigo wasn’t and didn’t want to be his special man, just a good friend, which took a lot of pressure off both of them. As for Rodrigo, he was just happy that he’d been able to do something special for his friend, a man who deserved and needed someone to pay a bit of attention to him, simply as a human being. It made Rodrigo feel good that he was seeing Daniel relaxing and just going with the flow – a state of being which happened for him far too rarely. They’d finished their appetizers and the plates had been cleared away. Daniel pointed out the window and said, “I love having this view of the waterfall. Water in motion is one of my favourite sights and sounds.” Rodrigo turned and gazed out with him, and then swung back. Thankfully, Daniel was still absorbed in staring at the waterfall. Nothing could have prevented the shock from crossing Rodrigo’s face as his gaze again took in the restaurant. He quickly mastered himself and said something casually. But in that moment of shock, he knew exactly what he was going to have to do next. ************************* In comparison to his previous trip to Hawaii, Laszlo was feeling beaten and discouraged. He did his best to enjoy the sun and the water, but he was finding it tough going. His visits to the surf beaches on the Big Island had been just as unproductive as in the winter, although he had managed to score one hot night with a hot blond surfer dude from Australia. Back to Maui. There were several more key areas to check out here that he hadn’t seen before because of time shortage. One of these beaches struck him as very much the kind of place where Daniel might have chosen to go to ground. He spent a couple of days carefully studying the local scene, but finally concluded that here, too, he had come up blank. Now he had four nights left to go. Where to head next? For no reason other than that he liked its underpopulated vibe, he opted to go back to Kauai. Then flight problems. The plane he was supposed to leave Maui on developed engine trouble and got grounded. The next two flights were already filled right up. As a result, it was past 6:00 pm when he finally checked into his hotel. At that hour, he did a bit of desultory unpacking, got cleaned up and changed, and headed downstairs, thinking he’d just grab a quick burger or some other light meal. The hotel’s coffee shop had closed at 4:00. Oh, well, the main restaurant it was then. At least he had the bonus of a very handsome young Filipino waiter named Aaron, and they flirted shamelessly with each other between the courses of what turned into one of the finest dinners he’d had in ages. Laszlo was feeling very relaxed and quite a bit happier when the stranger approached his table and said, “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” ************************* Rodrigo and Daniel had just finished a spectacular meal of locally-caught fish and shellfish in a uniquely-scented herb broth, a house specialty, and Enrique arrived to present the dessert menus while his assistant cleared away the dishes. They proceeded to order dessert and coffee. All the time, though, Rodrigo had been keeping an eye on the young man eating alone on the far side of the large room. Now that they had finished their main course, Rodrigo laid down his napkin, stood up, and said, “Excuse me – back in a minute.” Crossing the restaurant behind Daniel’s back, he took a deep breath to steady himself, and then stepped over to the table by the far wall where Laszlo was dining alone. “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” Laszlo switched on an automatic smile and responded, “Yes, that’s right.” “I’m here with a friend, treating him to a night out for his birthday. He’s a huge fan of yours. It would really make his day if you could just go over and say hello for a minute. Please? I’d really appreciate it if you could.” Laszlo suppressed a slight sigh. “All right. Where is he sitting?” “Right across there, in the alcove, with his back to us. He wanted to look out at the waterfall.” Laszlo stood, with his usual winning smile, Rodrigo thanked him, and Laszlo walked across towards the alcove. Rodrigo dropped into the spare chair at Laszlo’s table, watching anxiously to see what would happen, and crossing his fingers with a little wish for the good of both of them. Laszlo actually began speaking as he was passing the seated figure, before he turned around in mid-sentence and the sight of the man’s face stopped him dead in his tracks. “Hi, there. Your friend asked me to come over and say… to come… over….” His voice ground to a halt like a wind-up toy that had run down, and his jaw hung half open. Finally, he managed to whisper, “Daniel.” Daniel, for his part, was staring in stunned disbelief. Then he slowly rose to his feet and took a hesitant step forward. “Laszlo?” Laszlo held out his arms and in a moment the two of them were locked together in a hug that lasted for a good thirty seconds or more, followed by an equally heartfelt kiss. Laszlo took Rodrigo’s seat, moving it closer, and they sat down together at the table. As soon as they sat, Laszlo stretched out his hand. Daniel took it and their hands twined together on the table cloth as if they never intended to let go. At the other table, Rodrigo heaved a massive sigh of relief and allowed a smile to spread across his face. Just then, Aaron came along, looking a bit baffled at seeing a completely different man sitting at the table. Rodrigo chuckled, and then said, “The gentleman who was sitting here? He’s over at that table now. I’ll pay his bill.” Aaron looked relieved and bustled away to get the bill prepared. Being forced to cover the bill for a dinner which had run into three figures wasn’t something he really wanted to do. As he went, Rodrigo saw Enrique heading for the other table. He got up and intercepted him. “That table where I was sitting. I’m still paying for it, whatever either of them wish to order. Perhaps you could just give them a few minutes – they were kind of startled to run into each other here.” Enrique nodded understandingly and stepped away again. Rodrigo sat back down and watched the show for a few more minutes. It was plainly obvious that both of them had forgotten all about him, and that was fine. Everything was fine. His work was done. Once he’d paid both bills and left a very generous tip for the service staff, he headed back out to the car and drove home with a huge smile on his face, leaving the tab open and giving them his phone number so they could text him the particulars of any further charges. All the way back to the beach house, he was chuckling at the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Laszlo to the same restaurant where he was treating Daniel to his birthday dinner. Meanwhile, Daniel and Laszlo were negotiating a very unusual conversation. For two guys who had known each other for nearly two years, and been intimate more than once, it was strange to both of them to be actually getting to know each other properly for the first time. But before they could even begin that process, there was one question that Laszlo simply had to ask. “Daniel, why?” “Why…?” “Why did you just disappear, not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing? You sold your condo, cut off your phone, closed your email. First-rate disappearing act.” Daniel explained about wanting to leave the entire porn business behind. Laszlo looked at him closely. “Is that all?” Daniel looked down at the table for a long moment, and then forced himself to raise his head and meet Laszlo’s eyes. “No. I was frightened. Of you, and of my feelings towards you. I was going to have to let my guard down and be vulnerable, and every time I’ve done that, I’ve gotten burned – badly. It’s a long story, but if you really want to hear it….” “What feelings?” “I began to realize that I was falling in love with you. That scared the hell out of me. And then, when Marina sent me the video of the award presentation, and I saw you holding hands with that big blond guy, I knew for sure that I loved you – because the pain and the heartache of that moment were so intense, so terrible, and they just wouldn’t let go of me.” “So that’s when you knew you loved me.” “Not ‘loved,’ Laszlo. I do. I love you.” Now that the dreaded moment had happened, Daniel was amazed to discover how easy it had been to say the words, clearly and simply speaking his truth. “Daniel, I was so burned up by the way that you vanished out of my life that I just wanted to give up on you for good. Miklos was a good guy, funny, thoughtful. When I went to pieces that night, he was the only thing holding me together. But it was a doomed relationship. He could tell that there was something big holding me back from going all in, and after what happened at the speech, he guessed that it had to do with you. He was the one who told me off, who made me realize that I couldn’t give up, that I had to find you, because I loved you. So I did that – because he was right. I love you, Daniel.” “Laszlo, I am so sorry -- for everything: sorry for messing things up so badly, sorry for not realizing what was happening between us, sorry for just running away like I did….” “Sh-sh-shh.” Laszlo hushed him, quietly, putting his fingertips gently on Daniel’s mouth. “We’ve said what matters. The rest is just details. We’ve got a whole lifetime for that – if we still think at the end of a month that we need to bother.” Daniel said nothing, just clutched Laszlo’s hand even tighter as his eyes filled with tears. Suddenly, Laszlo said, “I’ve got to pay the bill for my dinner. I was eating across the dining room there when your friend came over to ask me to come and see you. What’s his name, by the way? I need to thank him for the nudge.” “That’s Rodrigo, and I think you’ve met him before. Wait a second, that means you were over here a couple of months ago -- and now you’re here again. I didn’t know you had any interest in Hawaii at all.” “I didn’t – until I guessed that the man I love was hiding out here somewhere.” Daniel smiled broadly through his tears at that. “When did I meet Rodrigo?” “Not exactly met. You passed him on the walkway by the beach, right in front of our house. It was the same day I tried to call you when I was in Los Angeles.” “We were both looking at the same time, then? Shit.” Laszlo laughed aloud. “We’ve really made a royal mess of this, haven’t we? Let’s go and start setting things right. Where’s my waiter?” He spotted Aaron walking by and waved him over. “I’d like my bill, please.” “The other gentleman who was sitting here has paid it for you, sir.” Laszlo noticed that Aaron looked a little crestfallen, since it was obvious that this customer who had so taken his fancy had suddenly and abruptly been pulled right off the market. “He paid for my dinner too, Laszlo. It was a birthday present.” “So it’s your birthday? There’s an important detail I needed to know. Good thing I’m here to give you your present in person.” “What is it?” “Me,” Laszlo said simply. Just then, Daniel’s phone pinged. He picked it up, opened the text message, and read it aloud to Laszlo. “Made it home safe. Enjoy yourselves, and Happy Birthday again!” “Quite the guy.” “I’ll say. That was supposed to be my ride home.” “Do you really need to go home?” Daniel thought for a moment and then smiled. “No. I think I’m there already.” With that, the two of them rose from the table, and after Daniel checked with Enrique to make sure the bill was all right (and it was), Laszlo led the way to his room. “Sorry about the mess. I’d just arrived from the airport and didn’t bother about settling in before coming down for dinner.” “I don’t mind.” In moments, they had their arms around each other and were kissing again. The contrast was like daylight and darkness, both compared to their earlier couplings, and compared to all the other men either or both of them had screwed around with. Now their feelings and emotions were ruling them, as they took their first steps towards exploring each other, each with the other’s feelings foremost in mind. It was going to be a night such as neither Daniel nor Laszlo had ever experienced before. This would be a night of love in the broadest and deepest possible sense of two very different individuals learning how to work together to bridge those differences and build a new and stronger unity, emotional and physical, between them. Their movements were so slow and measured that it came as a surprise to them to discover that their clothes had all fallen away and their naked bodies were pressed against each other as they continued kissing and fondling under the shower. When had they made their way to the bathroom? Daniel couldn’t even remember. They took turns washing each other down, stroking gently with the shower gel over each other’s skin. At last they turned the water off and took the towels to dry each other. Their arms were around each other again, their mouths kissing each other, their tongues dancing together as they slowly made their way to the bed. Laszlo turned down the duvet, and they lay down on the bed together, wanting to be free to explore each other in every way they could imagine. They were so absorbed in each other’s presence that it was a good twenty minutes before either of them even thought of reaching for the other’s cock. When Laszlo finally made that move, he found Daniel painfully hard and dripping wet. Then he realized that his own was as well. How odd that neither of them had noticed that yet. But now that Laszlo had made the move, both of them found they were ready and more than ready for some incredibly intense action. Daniel smiled at him. “I guess it’s time for us to do our Big Scene again. You surely remember how it goes. You taught it to me. Who gets to go first and fast?” Laszlo smiled too. “I will. I want you to take the main role in the scene. I’ve been waiting, it feels like years, for you to make love to me again – just as you did in that video, only better.” With that, Daniel rolled onto his face and raised his hips, giving Laszlo a good clear road to his cheeks and hole. Laszlo plunged his face in and began eating, tonguing the man sweat out of his crack and teasing the tight button with little stabbing plunges of his cock. Then Daniel moaned and told him to get on with it and don’t keep him waiting all night. Eager to oblige, Laszlo lined up his cock with the target and began to enter. Daniel was so turned on, so ready, so open, that no other lube or spit was needed. The precum leaking out of Laszlo’s tool smoothed the way, and he sank right into Daniel’s ass and began pumping. Suddenly, all Laszlo could feel was his cock and Daniel’s tight hole. Nothing else in the world mattered to him for those moments except cock in ass, the crying need to cum, and the knowledge that Daniel needed him to breed ass just as much as he himself needed to do it. It took only two minutes before he began gasping for air. Daniel said nothing, just pressed his ass higher up to meet Laszlo’s desperately energetic thrusts. With about six more ferocious strokes, Laszlo suddenly exploded inside Daniel, cumming in such a ferocious outburst as he could never recall feeling before in his entire experience. He finished and pulled out, bending down to lick up some of the stream of cum sliding down Daniel’s taint, and then rolling onto his back. Daniel straightened up, moved over to straddle Laszlo’s prone body, and then lay down on top of him, letting his cock slide right into the gap between Laszlo’s wide-spread thighs. And then he lowered his mouth onto Laszlo’s, savouring the taste of his own cum as their tongues mixed and mingled it with their saliva. Daniel took his time. After all, as Laszlo had said earlier, they had a whole lifetime to attend to the details. Now was the time to immerse themselves in their emotions. Daniel realized that he had never before felt so loved in his entire life. He was sure, too, that Laszlo was experiencing the same emotions at the same powerful level as their hard bodies moved against each other slowly, and their tongues twined around each other. Daniel let his hands slide up and down Laszlo’s smooth torso, feeling his way, memorizing every ridge of muscles, every point of bone, the smooth, satin texture of his skin. At the same time, Laszlo was caressing Daniel’s back, with his legs spread to let Daniel lie right on top of him, and his arms locked around Daniel’s body, feeling the strength of his back from buttocks to shoulders as he thrilled to the weight of Daniel on top of him. Laszlo spoke, in an awe-struck voice that was barely more than a whisper. “Why did I never feel what an amazing body you’ve got whenever we fucked before?” Both he and Daniel, of course, knew the answer without speaking it. This wasn’t business. This wasn’t a shoot, working against the clock. This wasn’t a scene where they always had to remain conscious of showing their best angles to the cameras. For both of them, this was the first time they had felt free to devote all of their attention, every part of their minds and hearts to their partner, in a place where time had no power and where nothing mattered to each of them except the other. The kissing, stroking, caressing, and squeezing continued unabated. At last, though, Laszlo spoke again. “I want to taste your cock in my mouth.” Daniel got up onto his knees and shuffled forward until he was straddling Laszlo’s chest, with the thick shaft of the Hawaiian Nine resting on his lips. Laszlo’s tongue flicked out, exploring the head, pulling back to swallow the drops of clear juice that were still oozing out of the head. Daniel groaned, not in pain but with extreme pleasure, as Laszlo slowly worked on his cockhead before opening his mouth wide and taking the whole shaft inside. Laszlo was lavishing all his experience and care on giving Daniel’s cock the most wonderful tongue bath that much-used tool had ever received. “You’re amazing,” Daniel moaned. “No one had ever taken all of it so well, or made it feel so incredible.” It was true. Laszlo had already realized that sucking this big, thick cock had always been a struggle for him before. Now, it was the easiest thing in the world to lower his jaw far enough that the entire length could slide smoothly into his throat. He worked on that big dick for several minutes, listening to Daniel’s quiet moans of pleasure as he sucked his man’s meat deep and long. Then Daniel pulled up and away, bent down to kiss Laszlo again, and quietly said, “Roll over. I want to taste your hole now.” Laszlo rolled easily onto his stomach. Daniel proceeded to kiss and lick his way down Laszlo’s back until he came to the beginning of the crack. He placed his hands on either side of those firm round cushions, pulling them gently open until he could push his face deep inside. His tongue worked on the sides of the crack, dropping lower until he could start sliding it over the tight little button at the bottom. It was Laszlo’s turn to moan repeatedly as Daniel made love to his ass, giving more and more attention to the hole, poking and prodding it repeatedly with his tongue. Then he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue in harder and harder until the hole opened, and he could begin to push his way inside, thrusting and stimulating with his busy tongue. It was time. Laszlo’s moaning took on the shape of words, words that went straight to Daniel’s heart and lodged themselves there for all time. “I want to feel you inside me now. Not because it’s a big dick or because I’m horny, but because it’s you. Make love to me now, Daniel.” Daniel lifted himself up, just enough to shift position and plant his cockhead against Laszlo’s hole, and then began to push inwards. The first time he had done this, he recalled that he’d had a long struggle to get Laszlo’s virgin ass to open up and accept its first dick. Now, the welcome was instant, and there was no argument. Laszlo opened up and took him in as readily as if he had already been fucking him for half an hour and had gotten him thoroughly loosened. He slid right inside all the way in one smooth slide, his whole thick nine inches buried inside this man he loved so much. In that moment, Daniel finally understood. Everything that had happened between them before this night had been a series of false starts, false starts underscored by the business overtones of all their previous encounters. Tonight was their true beginning. He lay down again along Laszlo’s back, feeling the curves and planes of Laszlo’s body pressed against him as he began to slide smoothly out and back in again, moving slowly with an almost hypnotic pace, letting himself feel every second of every gentle slide out, every thrust back in. As Laszlo began squeezing his hole slowly and rhythmically in tune with Daniel’s thrusts, both of them fell deeper under the spell, the power of two people who were completely open to each other and whose every move was powered by desire – not the desire for relief of self, but the desire to give the best of themselves to make the experience as wonderful as it could get for their partner. Daniel continued stroking and caressing Laszlo’s body as he pumped in and out, and Laszlo turned his head to the side so that they could continue kissing each other as he did. Laszlo then spoke again. “I want to get on my back so we can see each other, face to face, no more hiding, no more barriers.” Daniel pulled slowly out, and Laszlo rolled over one more time onto his back, lifting his legs up as he went. He pulled his legs right back over his shoulders until he was folded double, and completely open. He pulled Daniel down to him and into him, holding him close so that he could wrap his arms around this man that he loved, stroking and caressing him gently while they resumed kissing each other and Daniel’s cock continued its slow and easy slides in and out of Laszlo’s ass. “Laszlo… Laszlo… all my life… I never knew it could be like this. I never knew….” “Daniel… I’m ready… ready to cum. I need you to fuck me hard now, fuck the cum out of me so we can cum right together.” Daniel began to speed up his strokes at last, gradually working his way up to full speed. His hips rose and fell in short, sharp movements as he continued to hold Laszlo close to him, his hands gripping Laszlo’s body firmly as they remained joined together. It took only a minute of this sudden burst of energy. Daniel began grunting, then gasping for air, then chanting, “Fuck… fuck… fuck… cumming… cumming…!” Laszlo could feel that dick getting even thicker inside himself, the head bumping against his prostate, sending thrills and chills through him, and his own dick swelling up too. “Give it to me… give it to me… cum inside me.” And Daniel came. Slamming down into Laszlo with a final series of brutal thrusts, his cock exploding and forcing out cream at every thrust, and that final vigorous action triggered Laszlo, setting his fire ablaze and causing his dick to squeeze out an immense load of seed that spread between their bodies as they joined themselves together forever. Gradually, Daniel’s thrusts slowed to a halt, and he lay still, both of them still breathing heavily, their mouths still working on each other. Both their cocks were still rigid, dripping with sperm, one between them, the other inside Laszlo. He loved that feeling of fullness, of Daniel’s long, thick cock deep inside him, and never wanted it to end. But the rest of Laszlo’s body got a vote too, and he finally laughed – and that broke the incredible spell, the loving magic which they had woven together. “I need you to get off me now – dammit, you are one heavy guy now that we’re finished.” “Think I need to go on a diet?” They both laughed, and Daniel started to lift off. But Laszlo stopped him. “Think you can get off me without sliding out? Stay inside me. Maybe fall off to one side and spoon me.” Daniel negotiated the tricky move successfully, and then leaned close and said, “Now, why did you want me to do that?” Laszlo in turn maneuvered himself around until he was lying on his side, his butt pressed back against Daniel’s hips, with Daniel still firmly lodged deeply in his hole. “Because I want to fall asleep with you inside me tonight.” Daniel didn’t laugh. Both of them were drunk on love, high on each other. It was a far more powerful drug than the usual fulfillment of lust which was what they’d both had in their lives up until this night. He snuggled Laszlo closer, one arm thrown over Laszlo’s body, the other serving as a pillow under Laszlo’s head, and then he planted his head on Laszlo’s shoulder where he could whisper right into Laszlo’s ear. “I love you, Laszlo.” The answering murmur, so quiet but so clear, was the last sound he heard as sleep took them both. “I love you, Daniel.”

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Chapter 11: The Search Laszlo sat, practically quivering with suppressed excitement, for the entire six-hour flight to Honolulu. He had a lot of ground to cover, and only a week to do it. Realistically, he had to admit that with so many good surfing locations to cover, it could easily take more than this one trip to Hawaii to run his quarry to ground. But he’d already passed the most important test of all – he’d parked his doubts for good. He was going to find the man he loved who also loved him and failure was not an option. The rest was just details: time and money. Fortunately, like his mentor, he’d invested his income from his adventures in gay porn shrewdly and the money wouldn’t be an objection. The time? Well, he knew that he had the patience to prevent time from becoming an obstacle. One thing he had figured out right away was that he had to look at the more challenging spots, not the beaches with little waves which were to the surfing world what bunny hills were to downhill skiing. He clearly remembered Daniel speaking about taking on some hefty waves, so he reasoned that those skills wouldn’t have deserted him entirely during his years in California. On his first full day, he headed around to a well-known surfing beach on Oahu. Here, he realized that he was actually in for a bigger challenge than he expected. These guys in their long, wildly patterned jammers with their epic tans actually looked almost all alike from a distance. To make it worse, half or more of them were wearing those reflective tinted glass plate sunglasses that covered not just the eyes but most of the face like a mask. The only ones to stick out were the ones with blond or sun-bleached hair, and he knew he could rule those out because Daniel’s hair stayed a rich dark brown, almost black, no matter how much sun he got. Also, he’d often spoken with some scorn about guys who coloured their hair. Even concentrating on the dark haired guys left a very broad field. After a few hours, Laszlo had to consider and reject a couple of dozen possibles who came and went at all hours of the day. A few of them gave Laszlo some long, considering looks as he sat up on a sand dune, studying the scene. At another time, he might well have responded by unmistakably cruising one of those hunks, but now he had much more important matters in hand. After three days casing out the surfing beaches in Oahu without any result, he flew on to the island of Kauai. Here there was a much quieter, more rural vibe outside of the tourist areas, and Laszlo’s spirits rose, sensing that Daniel might well have headed here after the high-velocity life of Los Angeles as a perfect place to decompress. In that thinking, he was right on target, but his search was doomed to fail – at least on this trip. ************************* Daniel walked out of the office block a couple of miles from the Los Angeles airport after lengthy interviews with his financial manager and tax accountant. With the investment manager, he’d gone in great detail over the contents of his investment portfolio, and the returns were very satisfactory. Less pleasant was his meeting with the accountant, disclosing the size of his pending income tax bill. He grunted in disgust at this peril of being wealthy. Truth be told, it had completely slipped his mind during his idyllic time as a Hawaiian surf bum. Daniel had gone directly to the office block from the airport after having a good filling breakfast when his overnight flight landed in the predawn dead zone. Now that his business was done, he hauled out his phone and called Laszlo’s number. He was nervous as hell, but he was ready to talk. The phone rang a couple of times and then diverted to voice mail. Daniel swore articulately and vehemently under his breath. “Hi, this is Arpad Nagy. Sorry I wasn’t able to pick up your call. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I have time to get out of bed!” BEEP. “Laszlo, hi. This is Daniel. I’m in L.A. just for the day, flying out tonight, and hoping we can meet up and talk. I have something really important I need to tell you. Please call me back as soon as you get this message, my flight home leaves from Terminal 2 at 7:15 tonight. Really hope to hear from you.” He disconnected and put the phone away, a little dampened but not overly discouraged. No doubt Laszlo had just put it on silent mode while talking to someone in person. Daniel remembered that Laszlo never allowed a phone to interrupt his face to face meetings, no matter what kind of meetings (or meatings) they were. With that, he shrugged philosophically and walked back to the street corner to catch a bus to a favourite restaurant not too far from the airport. From there, he could just go directly back to the terminal and wait for his flight there – but outside security, in case Laszlo called and could come to see him. ************************* Laszlo was spending the day out on one of the north shore beaches of Kauai, scoping out the crowd of surfers. It was a much smaller crowd than he’d seen in Oahu, but he still faced the same difficulties of sorting out all of the many guys looking just like each other. By about 3:30, he’d had enough, and decided to head back to his hotel, have a nice lazy swim in the huge pool, and relax over a drink and dinner. Walking back along the waterfront to his parked rental car, he realized that a handsome Latin guy walking towards him was checking him out pretty intensely. He’d flashed his signature smile at the guy but kept walking. When he got to his car, he turned around to see if the guy was following him – but he’d kept on going. Oh, well. As he was driving back, it occurred to him that his phone hadn’t been buzzing at all that afternoon and he idly wondered why. Rodrigo kept walking along the beachfront walkway. He was wondering about that guy who’d smiled at him -- he had looked so familiar, but he couldn’t place the man. It took a couple of minutes, and then the penny dropped. He spun around, but he was only just in time to see the dark-haired young fellow hop into a car in the distance and drive away. Back at his resort, Laszlo enjoyed a nice leisurely swim and a cocktail, and then planned on heading back upstairs to get some clothes on for dinner. Before leaving the pool, he hauled out his phone, looked at the display, and swore under his breath. Emails and messages had piled up all day. He’d forgotten to turn the sound back on after he’d switched it off while chatting with his server at breakfast, asking about good places to eat out. He headed up to his room and sat down to start working through the backlog. First the emails – several of them were from the college, or from one of his instructors. Then the phone messages. He sat through five or six routine or spam messages, and then heard a voice that shot him instantly to his feet – the voice of the man he was looking for. He listened through the entire message attentively, glanced at the time display, and swore again. It was 6:05 in Hawaii, 8:05 in Los Angeles. Daniel’s flight would be in the air by this time. He went ahead and called the number where the call originated anyway and waited while it rang. After the third ring, the call fell into dead air. Two more tries, the same result both times. By this time, Laszlo was on the verge of tears. Daniel must have been using a burner phone, although he couldn’t guess why. That was heartbreaking. So near, and yet so far. The worst of it, although he didn’t know that it was the worst: his time in Kauai was up. He was due to fly over to Maui in the morning for two more days before heading back home. Daniel finally staggered into the house in an exhausted condition at about 12:30 am that night. Rodrigo was sitting there, waiting for him in a state of high excitement. “Daniel, you’ll never guess what happened today!” “Are we playing Twenty Questions or something? Cause I’m pretty tired after being on the go for over 24 hours and…” “Never mind all that!” Rodrigo snapped, cutting him off. “I saw Laszlo this afternoon!” “WHAT???!!” “Yes! It was him, I’m sure of it. I passed him on the beachfront walkway.” “Did you talk to him? Rodrigo, did you say anything? Tell him I was looking for him in L.A.???” Rodrigo held up his hand and Daniel sputtered to a halt. “Daniel, I saw him walking towards me and thought the face looked familiar. He flashed a sexy smile at me and kept on going by. I was trying to think of why that face was familiar, but it took a minute for it to hit me – that it was him. I turned around to look for him, but he was just getting into a car – and then he drove off.” “But he was here!” “Yes, he was! Would I lie to you?” Daniel knew better than to come back with one of his signature smart-ass retorts. In fact, it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. Laszlo had been here – right here, walking along the beach walk, barely 20 paces in front of the house. The thought of it made him dizzy – that, and the realization that while Laszlo had been here, and perhaps looking for him, he was in Los Angeles and looking for Laszlo. Just as he thought that, Rodrigo framed it in words. “How weird is it that he came by here right the same day that you’d gone over there to try to find him?” ************************* Laszlo had a couple of good days, checking out the surf guys on the beaches in Maui. The first day gave him a few skipped heartbeats when he saw a man who seemed to have the exact build and size of Daniel. His hair, though, seemed a bit too light-coloured. Laszlo had his camera’s zoom lens trained on the guy at the exact moment he whipped off his sunglasses to pick up his board – and could see for sure that the face wasn’t the one he was seeking. On the other hand, when he packed it in for the day and headed back to his hotel for a swim and drink before dinner, his interest level picked up considerably when a handsome young guy with a classic swimmer’s build in a bright red speedo, and nothing else except for sandals, walked out of the hotel, studied the pool area for a minute, and then wandered around and sat down just a few chairs away from Laszlo. After a minute or so for him to get settled, Laszlo got up and walked slowly over to the steps down into the pool, adjusting his own tight briefs as he went. He dropped into the water, swam back and forth for a few minutes, and then turned to come out – and noticed that the hottie was now gently adjusting himself in his tight suit. He came up the steps slowly, giving the guy a good chance to check him out, knowing that this yellow suit showed off his assets to advantage. He walked slowly by, picked up his towel and other things, and headed back. He dropped onto a chair right next to the hot guy, and said quietly, with a wink. “I’m Arpad. You didn’t have to sit that far away, you know.” The guy laughed and said, “Gary. I’m just going to grab a quick swim too – before….” Now it was Laszlo’s turn to watch as this sexy swimmer showed himself off, getting into the pool, doing a few smooth laps with flip turns and a couple of duck dives which showed off his slender but well-rounded ass, and then climbing slowly up the steps and out. His wet speedo was clinging to a good-looking cannon, and Laszlo felt his own getting hard. Five minutes later, they were in Laszlo’s room, their speedos on the bathroom floor as they made out and groped each other in the shower. Two pairs of hands were busy exploring two fine asses, and they both could tell that each of them was into playing pitcher and catcher, either way. Although Gary’s long, lean body and legs made him appear tall, he was actually an inch or so shorter than Laszlo. Combine that with a cock which stood upright, smack against his abs, and he was in the perfect position to slide his cock right along the length of Laszlo’s ass crack when they were both standing upright – such as in a shower. Gary had his arms wrapped around Laszlo and his cock nestled perfectly, the hot dog between Laszlo’s buns. Just by rising and falling on his toes, he was getting a great rubdown from sliding along between those pillows and enjoying the sensation immensely. Laszlo, however, had other ideas. “Come on, Gary, quit teasing and get that thing inside me already.” He hadn’t been fucked in the weeks since Miklos left, as his few hook-ups were all with bottoms who only wanted to take his cock. It was too good an opportunity to miss. Gary evidently thought so too, as he whipped out a small tube of lube (Where did he hide that in a speedo? Laszlo wondered), prepped Laszlo’s hole, and spread some on his cock. He then planted the tip on the target, and Laszlo – ever eager to help out – opened right up and let it slide into his tight tunnel. He then dropped his hands lower on the shower wall so he could arch his back and thrust his ass farther out, giving Gary a better angle of attack. As Gary began pounding his hole, mere seconds after entering, Laszlo had a flashback to his first-ever bottoming scene with Daniel, and how hard they’d both had to work to get it into him. Now, although his hole was still good and tight, he’d become a thorough-going fuck slut, opening right up on demand with no trouble at all and loving every minute of it. Unlike many of the other sluts he’d met, though, Laszlo also remained thoroughly addicted to taking the top role and reaming out the bottoms who came his way. He parked his analytical mind and concentrated on the sensations of the moment. Gary was already moaning and groaning in a very determined way, but Laszlo was nowhere near ready to have it end yet. He took charge, pulling off and turning around to get down and suck on Gary’s cock. As he did, he shut off the water as it was starting to run cold. After a minute or so, Gary joined him down on the shower floor and they sixty-nined for a while, before Laszlo told him to “fuck me again. Fuck me and cum inside me!” Gary rolled him over onto his face, waited a second until Laszlo pushed his hips up in the air, and then re-entered, driving deep and pounding fast and hard. After only a minute or so, Laszlo could tell from Gary’s ragged breathing that he was about to explode. “Fuck, man, that ass is so… fuck, I’m gonna cum!” “Do it. Cum in my ass!” After a few more driving thrusts, Gary blew off his load deep inside Laszlo, giving a series of rapid additional thrusts to force his sperm as deep inside as possible. Laszlo groaned from the feeling, satisfied with the full sensation in his hole, but not ready to cum yet himself. When Gary pulled out, Laszlo rolled over onto his back, his rod, rigid and red with the strain, standing straight up in the air. “Get on that and ride it with your tight swimmer’s ass until it shoots off in your guts!” Gary obligingly took just a second or two to finger some more lube into his hole, and then placed himself over Laszlo’s erection and pushed down. The head popped inside his hole, and he let gravity take over, dropping steadily until his cheeks came to rest on Laszlo’s hip bones. Then he began to ride, pumping up and down as Laszlo thrust his hips higher for maximum penetration. Before long, Gary was hissing from the effort of fucking himself on Laszlo’s tool, and Laszlo could feel his explosion was about to happen. Gary started to slow down a bit, but Laszlo wasn’t having any of that. “Keep going, dammit, I’m just about to fucking cum!” Gary growled in delight, “Do it! Seed my ass!” and resumed his high speed pumping. Then Laszlo grabbed his hips to hold him steady while he slammed the last few strokes into Gary’s hole and blasted off deep inside his colon. A big load, he realized, so big that it was already squeezing out around his cock before he’d stopped fucking it in. When Gary pulled out, Laszlo’s sperm started running out. “Don’t waste it,” Laszlo said. “Swing around and drop it into my mouth!” Gary pivoted on his heels and started pushing, a stream of Laszlo’s cream flowing in spurts out of his hole and dropping into Laszlo’s wide-open mouth. Once it was all out, he swung around again and laid down on top of Laszlo so they could snowball as they kissed and stroked each other. As they swallowed the last of the cum, Gary sighed contentedly. “Fucking Straight A!” Laszlo chuckled. “I wish I could get grades like that in my courses!” That made Gary laugh too. Then Laszlo said, “Come on, let’s get dressed and go get some dinner.” They had a fun meal together, at a casual restaurant down the road. After they’d eaten, Laszlo drove them back to the hotel. As they walked towards the door, Gary was obviously hoping for more. Laszlo didn’t mind; it had been good fun. That’s when Gary said, “Fuck, I left my wet speedo hanging up in your bathroom.” Laszlo laughed. “Intentionally?” and winked at him. Gary just blushed at that. “Okay, come on up to my room again and get it.” They fucked and came in each other’s ass a second time and then fell asleep, their naked bodies twined between the rumpled and messy sheets. In the morning, after breakfast, Laszlo thanked Gary for a great time but had to shoo him away, as he still had another day of the search party to go. This time he was late enough getting back to the hotel that he stopped for dinner along the road and walked in at about 9:00, well past sunset. All he had to do now was to pack up and get ready for his flight home shortly before noon. The next night, Laszlo walked slowly into his living room and dropped his bag. As a warm weather holiday, his trip to Hawaii (and particularly the last stop) had been a rousing success. As a search expedition for Daniel, it had been a dead flop. Laszlo didn’t know how close he’d come to crossing paths with his objective. But he did think it was odd that Daniel, who obviously had his phone number, didn’t make any further effort to contact him. ************************* Rodrigo thought it was more than odd. In fact, he sailed right into Daniel two days later to ask why he’d used a burner phone in Los Angeles instead of his own – and why he wasn’t trying to call Laszlo now. “Look, there’s your phone sitting right there. You obviously know his number. All you have to do is shift your hand about eight inches to the right, pick it up, and call him. So why the fuck are you just letting it sit there?” “Easy for you to say. When I came here, I needed to let go completely and leave my former life behind. Coming here and starting over with a new address and new phone number was essential for me to do that. I don’t want to be harassed by calls from agents offering me tempting roles to lure me out of retirement, or any requests for ‘life after porn’ interviews for gay journals. So I’m not using my phone to call or text anyone from my porn career, no matter what.” “Even for something that’s this critical for your own well-being?” “Even then. End of discussion.” “That’s what you think. You could at least go out and get another burner phone to use for the purpose.” “No.” Rodrigo had just come face to face with Daniel’s mule-like stubbornness, a characteristic which Laszlo could certainly have told him he would likely encounter. But Rodrigo was still baffled at Daniel’s refusal to take even a small step towards securing his own happiness. The reality behind the blunt opposition was that Daniel had developed a sudden, severe case of cold feet. He’d been nervous before, but he had overcome it or argued it down long enough to call Laszlo when he was in L.A. After the call failed, and now that he’d found out that Laszlo had been in Kauai the same day, and perhaps seeking for him, his nerve failed again. Daniel had always been far too imaginative about things that might go wrong, in all sorts of situations. Now, he was doing it again – fretting that Laszlo would turn him down because of his clumsy misfire with trying to make contact, or that Laszlo would be angry at him for just disappearing without a word in the first place. Bigger than both of those was the nagging fear that the big blond man in the award video was really Laszlo’s love object and that the game was indeed lost before it had even begun. So he kept silent and stewed. Laszlo was fretting, too, but for completely different reasons. He’d had that one brief communication from Daniel and then silence again. He still didn’t really know where Daniel had gone. The one new clue he had, the flight time, proved less than nothing. He’d checked into it, and there were flights leaving Los Angeles around that hour for just about every point of the compass except the east coast of North America. He also replayed the message on his voice mail, saving it repeatedly so it wouldn’t be lost. Of course, he wanted to hear Daniel’s voice again, but in addition he was trying to analyze the words and the tone of voice. “I have something really important I need to tell you.” That phrasing surely did not refer to any kind of a business matter. After several days of going around in circles in his head, Laszlo finally decided to return to Plan A and schedule another visit to Hawaii in two more months, when he had his next break from classes. It was actually the end of his term, and his next term was going to be a work placement, but he had a clear month to worry about upgrading his wardrobe against the chance of being sent to a really stuffy, uptight professional office to work. He figured that this time he could manage the time and the money for a week and a half in Hawaii with no trouble. Laszlo’s own innate positivity and go-ahead spirit were coming to his rescue. His plan had to work. He had to have guessed right about where Daniel was hanging out, and the man had to turn up. This time, he decided to bring a photo of Daniel to wave in people’s faces and see if they knew where to find him. He went ahead and made plans on that basis.

Chapter 10: Breaking Points The morning after his spill-the-beans confession to Rodrigo, Daniel was sitting in his accustomed seat overlooking the beach, coffee mug in hand. Outwardly, nothing looked different from every other morning he’d sat there since his return to Hawaii nearly a year earlier. Inwardly, though, he was a seething mass of raw emotion. It seemed almost as if Rodrigo’s prying had provided him with the final key he needed to unlock the securely guarded inner fortress of his own self and set all of his suppressed feelings free to work their havoc upon him. Despair was the prominent feeling. It was, he now recognized, the predominant feeling he’d had for over five weeks, ever since the video had landed in his new and confidential inbox, attached to an email from the one person from his old life with whom he’d maintained contact – Marina. He didn’t know who’d been holding the phone since Marina herself appeared in the video, as did all his old Hawaiian Nine friends and associates. He’d watched with a mixture of immense elation and terrible sadness as his talented protégé, Laszlo, rose to full public prominence on the stage like a bird taking wing for the first time. He’d wept with Laszlo at the emotional final words of his speech. He’d gazed in awe as the entire audience rose to their feet, voices united in an immense roar of approval. He’d looked on with pride and admiration as the whole team crowded around to congratulate Laszlo and love him. And then, with a sudden stab of real pain, he’d watched Laszlo hugging and kissing the tall blond man whom he didn’t know, then sitting down with him with their hands intertwined as he nestled his head down on the big guy’s broad shoulder. At that moment, all his uncertainties at last settled, he’d realized beyond any shadow of doubt that what he had felt for Laszlo was love, perhaps even the great love of his life, and he had thrown it all away because of the huge emotional ball and chain which he was forever dragging around inside himself. Nor could he imagine for an instant that he would ever get it back again. What the hell was the use of anything if all of his introspection and self-examination of the last months had led only to this shattering heartbreak? Suddenly, even the delicious Hawaiian coffee turned to mud and ashes in his mouth, and with a grunt of disgust he emptied the mug onto the sand, barely touched. Then he dropped his head down onto his folded arms with a weary sigh and just sat like that, unmoving. “Daniel.” He didn’t turn. Rodrigo’s voice sounded concerned, but that was barely a touch of salve for the immense pain he was feeling. “Daniel… how can I help?” Daniel’s immediate reaction would have been to snap at Rodrigo to go away, but even in this insane crisis his rigid self-training held good. He beckoned Rodrigo to come and sit beside him, and then took a deep breath. “Yesterday – what you said, it broke the dam, unlocked something inside me. Now, I’m suffering. The emotions, the anguish – it’s eating me alive.” “I knew there was something very wrong when you threw away your coffee. You never walk away from a cup of coffee without finishing it. That’s why I came out here.” Daniel took another deep breath. “Here’s the reason why. I want you to watch this. The whole thing. Then you’ll understand.” Rodrigo took the phone, found the video play button on the screen and hit it. Daniel sat, unspeaking, unmoving, staring out at the colouring clouds on the horizon as the whole scene at the video awards ceremony played out on the screen yet again while Rodrigo watched, in awe, in shock, in slowly dawning comprehension. The video ended, and Rodrigo at last spoke. “So it was him. Arpad Nagy. All along….” Daniel took his phone back. “No. It never was – but I know now that it should have been.” “Did you just get this now?” “No. The awards ceremony was five or six weeks ago. It was sent to me right after that.” Rodrigo stared at him, appalled at the thought of Daniel trying to carry all this dead weight of emotional baggage around without showing any outward sign for over a month. He said no more, sensing that words weren’t what Daniel needed. Then Daniel shifted a bit closer to him on the bench, and he draped his arm over his unhappy friend’s shoulders and held him close. Daniel did paddle out to ride the surf that afternoon, gave it a few half-hearted runs, and then paddled back in and called it a day. At dinnertime, Arian and Brad both noted that he was not his usual brightly sarcastic self, but they said nothing. After they’d eaten and Daniel had gone to sit outside again, Brad asked the man who would know. “Rodrigo, what gives with Daniel? He’s acting like his best friend got killed.” Rodrigo hesitated for a second, choosing his words carefully. “He’s at a really tough crisis point in his life and trying to figure out what to do about it. Sorry, but that’s all I’m going to say. He trusted me with his story, and I’m not going to blab it around. Best to just leave it alone and let him sort himself out.” Brad immediately put up his hands. “Okay, I’ll back off. I just wish there was something we could do.” “So do I – but there isn’t. He has to do this himself.” ************************* The remainder of the awards weekend after the ceremony had been a different form of sheer hell for Laszlo. He’d had to make at least a courtesy appearance at the supper after the ceremony, and at the farewell brunch the next morning, and he felt as if he was continually getting raked over hot coals by each and every single fan and performer and producer he met. Of course, every person he talked to wanted to: [a] congratulate him and talk about how amazing that scene had been to watch and [c] tell how many loads each of them had whacked out while watching it and (most of all) [d] ask about the real dirt on the Hawaiian Nine’s disappearance. It had continued, this time with the participants from other award nominees, all through the long and tedious flights home. These were the worst of all, many of them being the kind of pig-headed stubborn gossips who simply couldn’t accept that “No” or “I don’t know” might be a complete answer. Laszlo had emitted what was probably the biggest sigh of relief of his entire life when he’d claimed his bag in Los Angeles and walked out of the terminal to get into his Uber for the ride home to his apartment in WeHo. It was now almost five months since the trip to Spain and the awards presentation. Laszlo and Miklos were in bed together. Despite Miklos urging the idea that they should move in together, Laszlo continued to act cautious. Miklos had seen his emotional breakdown at the awards show, and his lengthy tension during the after-events and the flight back to Los Angeles -- and he could clearly sense that the mysterious disappearance of the Hawaiian Nine was at the root of Laszlo’s attitude, although he couldn’t be sure why. However, this last couple of days, Laszlo had been even more moody. He’d invited Miklos for dinner and to spend the night. But, truth be told, Laszlo wasn’t being a very good host. He was preoccupied for long stretches of time. He burned the potatoes, although some of them were salvageable. And now they were in bed, but Laszlo had begged off sex – which was unheard of. So Miklos finally decided to take the bull by the horns. “You’re acting very strange tonight, Laszlo – almost how I can imagine a guy might act if he’d just been told he had an incurable disease.” Laszlo sighed. “No, it’s not that.” He sat up and swung around so he was facing Miklos. “I’m sorry, Miklos. Things aren’t going to work out between us. I know that now. And I just want you to know, it isn’t anything you did or said. You’re a terrific guy, and you’re going to find a better partner than me with no trouble. But I’m in way over my head with a major personal problem – not medical, so don’t worry! – and I have to be on my own to sort it out. Letting us drift into a relationship was a big mistake – my big mistake. And I’m sorry for that, so sorry.” Miklos was floored, to put it mildly. But then, as he thought back over the last few weeks, he could remember all the times when Laszlo set limits, kept him at a safe distance, wouldn’t allow himself to go all in with his partner. True, the sex had been great – but Miklos knew that he wanted and deserved more from a relationship than a man who was a perfect sex fiend in bed but somewhat missing in action out of bed. Laszlo asked timidly, “Are you mad at me?” Miklos arranged his thoughts for a few seconds. “Not mad, no. Surprised, startled, perhaps a bit shocked, but not angry. I could feel that something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what it was. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry you’re having a rough time.” Laszlo smiled sadly. It was a smile that Miklos knew well. “If anybody could have helped me to sort this mess out, you’d have been the one I would have picked. But I’m on my own here.” Greatly daring, Miklos went right to the point. “Is this something to do with the Hawaiian Nine vanishing?” Laszlo thought for a minute, and then sighed again. “Okay, you deserve the truth. But please, don’t tell anyone else about this.” Miklos nodded agreement. “Yes, that’s exactly what it is. You may have already guessed that I fell for him like a ton of bricks. Damn silly thing to do, especially in the porn industry, but I couldn’t help myself. I can’t even say why it happened. The last month or so, during and after our final shoot, I could have sworn that he was starting to share my feelings, although he never said so. “Then, the final release party also turned into a huge goodbye fest for all of us as the company had already been sold. When I came to say goodbye to Daniel, I thanked him for everything he’d done to help me, and then kissed and hugged him. When I went to let go, he was still clinging onto me for another seven or eight seconds – long enough for me to think, Finally! He’s going to say something! But when he finally let me loose, his only words were, ‘Take care, buddy.’ That was it. And I never saw him again. “By the way, Lianne and Marina were both convinced that they saw the marks of him falling in love with me as well, so it wasn’t just my idle fancy. “Three days ago, I got an email from Marina. She told me that she had Daniel’s new email address, but she’d had to promise him up and down not to share it with anyone. She’d sent him a video of the award presentation, and the only answer she got back from him was, ‘Very nice – Laszlo did a great job with that speech.’ Nothing more. And he hasn’t told her where he is, either. It’s been almost a year now since he vanished, and all I know is that he’s alive.” Miklos felt his heart going out to Laszlo. The heartbreak, the sadness, were palpable in his every word. He reached out and hugged Laszlo hard, but then sat back, still holding him by the shoulders, and said, “So what are you going to do about it?” “I don’t know. Do I even want to pursue it, when the guy’s such a cold fish?” Suddenly, Miklos felt the anger rising in him. He choked it down long enough to say, “Have you even tried? You know, there’s something that comes through loud and clear from your story, and here it is. You never told him how you felt about him! Did you?” Laszlo reluctantly shook his head. “So are you expecting him to do all the work, to be the one to say it first? Any reason why it has to be him? I’m telling you right now, straight out: no, there isn’t. You need to show a little more backbone here, Laszlo – if only for your own sake. Then, if it fails, you can tell yourself that you at least made the effort. And that will make all the difference if it doesn’t work, and you have to move on. So you need to pick yourself up and make that effort. You’ll have to find him, and when you do, you’ll have to be the one to step up and say the scary words – because it sure doesn’t sound like he’s going to go first.” “So I have to go first.” “I’d say so. Or else you can just give up now and crawl under a rock and stay there, hating yourself for not speaking out, for the rest of your life.” Miklos had been a lot more forceful than he’d intended to be, but he’d definitely made an impact. “You’re right. He won’t ever make the first move, so I guess I’ll have to do it.” Miklos gave him another big hug. “That’s the spirit,” he murmured in Laszlo’s ear. “Laszlo, I’m sorry I snapped at you like that. I hope you can find him and sort it out. I’m sure you’ll give it a good shot.” Then he got up, got dressed, and looked back at the bed. Laszlo hadn’t moved. He was still sitting in the same place, still staring past the spot where Miklos had been at the wall. But Miklos knew that he was really looking in his mind’s eye at someone else who only he could see. He leaned down and kissed Laszlo. “Goodbye and good luck. It’s been fun.” And then he swung out the door, closing it gently behind him. Laszlo wept. Hurting Miklos had been the last thing he’d wanted to do, and somehow the fact that he’d taken it so calmly and understandingly – and only got angry when Laszlo sounded like he was going to give up -- made it worse. But his tears didn’t last long. The words Miklos had said finally sank in. “You’ll have to find him, and when you do, you’ll have to be the one to step up and say the scary words – because it sure doesn’t sound like he’s going to go first.” ************************* Rodrigo was getting frustrated. He felt like the world’s most ill-equipped fraud of a psychiatrist as he struggled to figure out a way to help Daniel. It was well over a week since Daniel had shown him the video of the awards presentation, and during that time Daniel had done nothing but mope. He’d even passed up his sacrosanct daily workouts, which Rodrigo found hard to believe. He’d vanish for hours at a time, and then he’d return, looking even more miserable and down in the mouth. And Rodrigo finally decided that he had to take a gamble. The next morning, Daniel was sitting on his bench, staring out at the sunrise. Sure sign of trouble, he wasn’t even holding a cup of coffee. Rodrigo came out and sat beside him, bringing two steaming mugs. Daniel thanked him, listlessly. “So, Daniel, what are you going to do?” “What is there to do? I’ve lost.” “The only reason you’ve ‘lost,’ as you put it, is that you’ve given up. You’ve folded, without even trying. And you don’t know a single damned thing about that big hunk he was sitting with. You don’t even know if he’s Arpad Nagy’s Mister Fucking Gorgeous Right! You’re just assuming the worst about everything! Quitter!!!” Rodrigo’s voice had risen to something close to an actual yell as he let his anger blaze. And Daniel fired up in return. “And who made you such a big fucking expert on anything?” Rodrigo laughed tightly. “That’s better. You’re finally beginning to fight back. Now, when are you going to carry the fight to… I can’t keep calling him ‘Arpad Nagy,’ I know that’s got to be his screen alias. What’s his real name?” “Laszlo. Laszlo Kertesz.” “You need to get up off your ass and fight for Laszlo. It’s obvious he loves you.” “What makes you think it’s so obvious?” “Daniel, have you ever really focused on that video, apart from the ending? Here, get it out and I’ll show you what I mean.” Daniel fished out his phone, unlocked it, and found the video. Rodrigo took it and began playing it. “Now, watch and listen closely.” He zoomed in so that Laszlo’s face, although slightly blurry, filled the whole screen as he dialed up the volume. “If he were here, I’d give him this trophy to keep for himself because everything I’ve done in this industry, every break I’ve gotten, every success I’ve had, it’s all due to him – to his mentoring, to his experience shared, and above all to his friendship. Wherever the Hawaiian Nine is, I hope he sees a video of this moment -- so he’ll know just how grateful I am. Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.” Rodrigo paused the video. “Did you hear the way he rasped as he tried to draw a breath? See that struggle written all over his face? Hear the way his voice is quivering, shaking? The two of you won that award together and he’s going to give it to you to keep for yourself. Nobody does that – but he’s said he’s going to do it, and that isn’t nothing! And that last sentence….” Rodrigo backed up the video and played the last bit again. “Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.” “There. ‘Love you and miss you.’ And then he breaks down and bawls his eyes out, so hard that the presenter has to help him off the stage because he can’t see where he’s going. If that isn’t the perfect portrait of a man desperately and hopelessly in love, I don’t know what would be. And the man he loves sure as hell isn’t that blond hunk. I’d bet that’s just his consolation prize because he feels so empty and lonely right now.” Daniel made one more brave try. “How can you be so sure? You don’t even know him.” “Do you? Know him? I mean really know him -- as a whole person?” Daniel paused for a long moment, so long that Rodrigo began to fear that he was going to shut down again, until he spoke. “No, I don’t know him at all. But I want to. No -- I need to.” “Good. Just focus on that want, that need. And then go and get him.” “How?” “That’s your job. Whatever it takes. Because you do need him. He has to be the one to save you from yourself because I won’t always be here to do it for you.” At that, Daniel actually laughed – for the first time in nearly two weeks. “You’re such an asshole.” Rodrigo grinned. “There’s my friend, Daniel, back with us again. Come on, let’s go get some breakfast. Save the workout for later when the beach gets flooded with idiots.” They walked back to the house together, laughing. Brad saw them coming and instantly felt much better too. So did Arian, when he finally staggered downstairs at nearly nine o’clock with his girl of the moment. She looked suitably baffled at the hilarity in the kitchen at such an early hour. Daniel’s newly buoyant mood lasted for the entire day. He worked out alongside Rodrigo, with great energy, cracking jokes in his old manner. They each saved an errant swimmer who got in trouble when the lifeguards were elsewhere preoccupied. Daniel actually enjoyed riding the big surf later in the day for the first time in weeks, zipping up and down the waves with all his old flair and style, and riding one especially big crest all the way in. Best of all, from Rodrigo’s point of view, he went to Rodrigo’s room that night, walking in without knocking, and said, “Get on your knees – my balls are fucking aching.” Rodrigo bellowed out a hearty laugh. “What do you expect when you swore off for damn near two weeks? Glad to see you escaped from the monastery!” “On your knees, pronto!” A moment later, he was sinking his hard cock into Rodrigo’s tight hole. He fucked Rodrigo’s butt with all his old, accustomed energy and fired a first load all the way in after just a few minutes. “Wow, even for you, that was fast!” “I’m still just warming up. I’ll have some more ready for you before you know it.” He pulled out and rolled Rodrigo onto his back, then began eating his ass, sucking that load right back out of it. “Mmm. That tastes so good.” “Well, let me have some too! Greedy pig.” Daniel laughed and slid up to kiss Rodrigo, swapping the cum with him. Rodrigo loved the fresh taste of a load sucked out of his own ass. “Let me suck your cock now.” Daniel straddled his chest, and gladly fed his tool into Rodrigo’s mouth, having learned long since that Rodrigo was one of the finest cocksuckers he’d ever met in his life. By this time his cock was completely hard again, and probably leaking a fresh stream of precum into Rodrigo’s eager mouth. “Damn, that is so fucking good. You’re amazing.” Rodrigo spit his tool out. “Shut up and fuck me again.” Daniel was happy to oblige, butt blasting him a second time and shooting an even bigger load into his already saturated hole. ************************* Laszlo sat at his desk, pondering. It’s all very well for Miklos, he thought, to tell me to go find him because he doesn’t have to figure out how to do it. But where the fuck do I start? He already knew that Marina wouldn’t help him. She had his email address – but she wouldn’t give it to him, she didn’t know where Daniel was, and she wouldn’t ask. He’d tried asking her that before. Finally, he decided to start writing a journal, doing his best to recall as many details as possible of his interactions with Daniel and set them down in writing. He was hoping that would give him some kind of a clue. Easier said than done. But in another couple of hours, Laszlo had succeeded in filling a couple of pages with recollections. He’d also succeeded in making himself unbelievably sleepy. He shut off his laptop, downed the last mouthful of a hefty glass of wine, and went back to bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The next day, he had a full schedule of classes, and a work session with a classmate on a joint presentation that they had to make the following afternoon. The day after they gave the presentation was Saturday, and he was up in good time and back at work. He re-read everything he’d written three nights earlier, and then set to work again. After an hour of mining his stream of recollections, he wrote one sentence which brought him to a dead stop, snapping him out of his reveries with a jolt. “It wasn’t the first, or the last, time that we talked about surfing – one of his great passions.” And just like that, he realized where Daniel had gone when he vanished and where he himself had to go to search for the Hawaiian Nine. It was just a matter of waiting for his next break week from his courses, a break which was coming up in a month. That would give him time to do his planning and some necessary research. The memoir could wait for another day. He closed the text file on his laptop, opened the search, and typed in surfing beaches Hawaii.

Okay, @PG1961Canada and @NLbear, here it cums. And thanks for the compliment!

Chapter 9: New Directions Over a period of some five months after the goodbye party, Laszlo gradually set aside his heartbreak and began charting a new direction for his life. Following in the footsteps of his mentor, Daniel (if he had only known it), he took his savings from his nascent porn career and enrolled in a college accounting and business management program. He hoped in time to start his own business (although not as a porn producer) and reasoned that a solid background in financial management would be a signal benefit when he did. Once he got well underway with his courses, he let himself accept a few offers for film gigs from other studios. Here again he was unknowingly following Daniel in taking only such offers as could be fitted into his holiday periods from classes, and always trying to hold out for the right to pick his own scene partners. Around the five-month mark, he got a phone call from Lianne, who had continued working for Powerdrill Films, the company which had bought out Hawaiian Nine. The call was to let him know that he and Daniel had been jointly nominated for Scene Couple of the Year for their memorable romantic scene in Nine in the Woods. She filled him in on the details of time (the next month) and location for this year’s awards show (Ibiza) and made the arrangements for a hotel room and tickets to the post-show supper and the morning-after brunch for him. After covering the business, he asked her off-hand who else she’d been in touch with. “Easier to say who I haven’t gotten. I’ve talked to everyone on the film now, except for Daniel.” Something in the tone of her voice prompted him to ask, “He didn’t get back to you?” “Not that. His phone’s gone off.” She continued, imitating to perfection the synthetic tone of a canned phone-company voice, “The number you have reached is not in service.” Laszlo was at a complete loss for words. Fortunately, Lianne went on for him. “If you happen to hear from him, would you ask him to contact me? I need to talk to him about hotel and tickets.” “I’ll pass the message, Lianne, if I get the chance, but I haven’t heard from him either -- and from the sound of things I don’t think I’m likely to.” Lianne whistled in dismay. “Now, that’s surprising. I got the distinct impression that he was falling for you this last year or so.” “I wouldn’t know from anything he said or did, other than that scene.” “Well, Laszlo, that’s not nothing. I would have sworn that both of you went far beyond acting in that one.” “Wait…? What…??? You actually watched our scene???” “Don’t sound so surprised. Damn, I swear young guys today are so naïve. Yes, I watched it – several times. It isn’t only straight men who get wound up by watching two members of the opposite sex get it on. It was so real, actually heartfelt. Smart money says that’s why the two of you are going to win the award.” Musing on the conversation later, Laszlo wondered if Lianne’s perception was on point. If so, it made it even odder that Daniel had just disappeared into the wild blue yonder. A similar conversation with Jim and Steve led to an invitation to meet them for dinner on the night they arrived in Ibiza, three nights before the awards ceremony. And then it was time to fly over to Spain again, this time adding on an extra shuttle flight from Madrid to Ibiza at the end of an already long and tedious journey. Sign of the changing times, Daniel’s ever-hopeful backer had vanished at the same time Daniel did, and the company had to fly over in economy class this time – the cattlecar, as Laszlo wryly put it to himself. At least, he thought, this time I’m not confined to barracks. There was no need this year to save himself up for a shoot immediately after, and he took full advantage of the opportunity to socialize with all the other hot guys on hand. That list began on the night they arrived with Jim and Steve. Their dinner conversation wandered around in circles multiple times, branching off into other directions repeatedly, and then just as often coming back to the strange disappearance of Daniel. Nobody, it seemed, had heard from him or seen him, and nobody had any idea why. Jim, however, made a shrewd observation. “He’d been getting antsy for a couple of years now. Whenever I saw him, part of his mind always seemed to be somewhere else. I’d guess that he’s been wanting to break free for a while, go back ten spaces, hit the reset button, and start the game over from there, with the aim of ending up in a different place that seems to him like less of a dead-end trap.” Steve and Laszlo both nodded at that – Steve because he had good reason to trust his husband’s ability to study people under the skin, and Laszlo because everything Jim was saying squared with his own observations. When dinner was all finished, and Steve had paid the bill, Jim casually said, “Big night tomorrow. Time to hit the hay.” The two of them got up, and Laszlo rose too, prepared to say thanks and goodnight. Then Jim added one more word. “Coming?” Laszlo laughed. “Not too quickly, I hope.” Ten minutes later, the three of them were washing each other down in the shower. At least, there was a bit of washing going on but far more kissing, groping, sucking, and finger-fucking. Finally, Steve shut the water off, and everyone dried off before adjourning the meeting to the bed. Laszlo started things off by trying again – and failing again – to deep throat Steve’s massive tower of power. Jim just laughed, watching him gamely struggling to get more than seven inches of that enormous dick inside his face. In another minute, though, Jim had buried his own face deep inside his husband’s ass, and was ferociously tonguing and sucking at the hole, getting it to loosen and open up, preparing it to take cock. Even after their history, and their film scene together, Laszlo still had trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that Steve, a.k.a. Rod Rammer, the king of porn stud tops, actually preferred to take cock inside his ass. But now he watched eagerly, stroking his own cock slowly, as Jim applied a handful of spit to his tool and slid it into his husband’s eager hole. Steve opened right up as that rigid cock penetrated him and let out a satisfied moan as it sank in all the way. Jim leaned over Steve’s muscled back, planting his hands on either side of his man’s body as he began pumping. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and barked at Steve to roll over. Steve obediently rolled onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. Then Jim turned to Laszlo and smiled, saying “Your turn.” Laszlo eagerly moved forward and slid into Steve’s welcoming man cunt, his cock penetrating all the way as Steve grasped his torso and pulled him farther in. Jim moved in behind Laszlo, massaging his ass and toying with his hole. Laszlo turned his head, and said, “Put that thing in me, Jim.” At once, Jim added another shot of spit to his tool and then entered Laszlo’s butt. This three-way fuck train continued for another two minutes. Steve felt almost as if both of these hot guys were fucking him at once – and as he thought that, he suddenly realized that “almost as if” wasn’t good enough for him any more. “I want both of you inside me -- together. Double fuck me!” Jim asked in disbelief, “You want DP.” “Too fucking right. Do it!” Jim said to Laszlo, “Pull out and lie down beside him.” Then he turned to his husband and told him to get up and sit on Laszlo’s dick. Once Steve did that, Laszlo pulled him back until he was lying nearly prone on Laszlo’s chest. Then Jim added a generous shot of lube to his tool and slowly began working it in, a bit at a time, until both he and Laszlo were fully buried inside Steve. And that was a historic moment. The legendary Rod Rammer was getting rammed by two cocks at once for the first time ever. Laszlo was slightly in awe at being asked to participate in this double penetration, but Steve’s repeated pleas to “come on, guys, fuck me like you mean it” got him over the feeling and he settled right in to give Steve the fucking he deserved. With Jim moving in and out at the same time, the two of them could feel their cocks rubbing up against each other as well, and the sensation was driving Laszlo into a frenzy of lust such as he’d rarely felt before. Even being on the bottom end of DP himself hadn’t driven him this crazy. As for Jim, he’d never participated in a DP in any way, so his heightened excitement was inevitable. And it was Jim who first gasped, “Fuck, guys, I can’t hold it! I’m gonna cum!” Steve grasped his cock, moaning, “Yes! Me too!” Laszlo at once speeded up his fuck strokes into Steve’s tortured hole, wanting to try to cum right with his two hosts if he could. It was Steve who shot first, going into a total state of prolonged orgasm as his hole couldn’t contract fully and kept spasming around the two dicks in it. Jim could stand only a moment of that treatment before his tool swelled up and erupted inside Steve’s guts. The sensation of Jim’s dick twitching and pulsing, and the hot cream of his orgasm flowing around his own cock quickly brought Laszlo up to the peak and he erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm just seconds behind Jim. Their combined loads slowly oozed out of Steve’s gaping hole around their two cocks, as Steve lay with a blissful, all gone expression on his face. Laszlo’s cock slid out first, and Jim’s followed shortly after, with a tidal wave of cum slowly running out after it as Steve’s hole refused to close up for a good two minutes. Steve’s body had completely collapsed on top of Laszlo, and Laszlo eventually had to push him off as the inert weight was becoming painful. The three of them lay in bed, side by side, panting for air, with cream running down three cock shafts and one pair of ass cheeks. Even for a pair of professional porn performers, this was a peak level experience for the record books. Laszlo couldn’t think when he had last cum so hard or shot so much. Eventually, he got up, cleaned himself up, and pulled on his clothes. His hosts just lay together in bed, smiling in the aftermath. When he was dressed, Laszlo kissed both of them and thanked them for a great evening. Steve replied, “No, thank you! I’ve been wanting to do that for ages, and I’m so glad you could help make it happen. It felt fucking amazing!” Jim smiled as Laszlo chuckled and waved goodbye before letting himself out. The next day was set aside for a massive all-day pool party for all the attendees. Clear sky, warm breezes, blazing sunshine, a huge pool, tons of food, an open bar, and hundreds of hot guys – the ingredients were all there for a first-rate wild time. Laszlo enjoyed just lounging in the pool for a while, chatting with his friends and a couple of other young hotties who were drawn to this famous porn star like moths to a candle. Eventually, he found that his drink was empty, a state of affairs which must not be allowed to continue. He had just climbed out of the pool to head back to the bar, when a vaguely familiar voice called out his name. He swung around and found himself looking right into the face of his volleyball teammate from high school, Miklos. His jaw just about dropped when he took in the way that the scrawny kid he remembered had put on muscle since they’d last seen each other six years earlier. Not only that, Miklos had also put on a lot more self-confidence, immediately wrapping his arms around Laszlo with a hug and a kiss, punctuated by a firm squeeze of his butt. In the pool, Jim caught Steve’s eye and gave him a broad wink before they both turned back to watch as events unfolded. “Step back, Miklos – let me get a really good look at you.” “Likewise.” Miklos was definitely a sight for sore eyes, from his broad shoulders down over his big pecs, then following the treasure trail down over the ridged abs towards the tight little brief swimsuit which was having a hard time containing his growing cock. That was certainly due to the way Laszlo’s own hard-earned muscles were shown off by his tan and by his own skimpy brief, with the high-cut sides over his ass cheeks. Laszlo’s mouth unconsciously watered as he remembered the day back in high school when he’d clandestinely sucked Miklos off in the locker room – at a moment when they were both supposed to be back on the court for the next game in a tournament. Fortunately, Miklos had been as fast as he was, and he’d swallowed the last mouthful of cum and stood up just as the assistant coach walked in, yelling at them to get their asses back out onto the court. That had been Laszlo’s first load, and he instantly found himself getting hard at the thought of a rematch – at a more advanced level, of course. From the looks of the front of his swimsuit, Miklos was definitely primed for action too. Laszlo pulled him in close again, groped him firmly, and said quietly, “My room – come on.” They were already kissing and groping each other like madmen in the elevator going up. As soon as the door of the room swung shut behind them, Laszlo immediately dropped to his knees and started pulling the front of Miklos’ tight pink briefs out and down to release his cock. Miklos reached over his head to twist the door lock, and then focused on Laszlo, whose tongue was already taking some very smooth and well-practised swipes up and down the shaft. When he peeled back the skin and began tonguing the head, Miklos shuddered with excitement and anticipation. For now, he was just enjoying an expert blowjob, but he really wanted to get his hands and tongue and cock into that sweet ass. After Laszlo had spent several minutes bobbing up and down and twisting his mouth around the shaft of that uncut tool on each stroke, Miklos pulled him up to his feet. “My turn.” Miklos now dropped to the floor and spun Laszlo around, tugging his tight suit over to one side until he could get his finger into the crack. Then he leaned in and began to lick and kiss the sides, while his right hand probed the tight button deep down, and his left hand held that small piece of pale blue fabric out of the way. Then he pulled back his right hand and, without removing his mouth, slid the hand between Laszlo’s legs and up over the bulge, squeezing his rock-hard cock on the way, until his hand caressed the exposed head which had pushed past the narrow waistband and was shimmering with juice in the open air. Miklos grabbed that waistband, and tugged it down, releasing Laszlo’s cock and balls as he slid it slowly all the way down his legs. He then shoved his face all the way into Laszlo’s ass, eagerly sucking and eating the hole while his right hand continued to manipulate that dripping cock. In no time he had Laszlo groaning and then saying, “Dammit! Quit the teasing and fuck me already!” It was all Miklos needed to hear. He removed his hand, stood up, swiped a couple of handfuls of a mix of his spit and Laszlo’s cock juice over the head of his tool, and then planted it against the hole and gave it a healthy shove. Laszlo cried out as the cock penetrated him instantly, going all the way in on the first stroke. Miklos wasn’t the biggest guy he’d ever taken (that was Rod Rammer’s honour) but it was still a lot of man meat to have driven into him that quickly. Miklos stopped then, knowing that Laszlo needed a bit of time. He waited for a minute or two until Laszlo’s muscle ring stopped fighting him, and then he began to fuck ass. Laszlo groaned again as Miklos drove it into him over and over, plunging deep and fast and pulling back all the way until his head was trapped in the ring. As Laszlo began working his muscles to tease and squeeze Miklos, the big blond was rapidly relearning the difference between newbies and reluctant virgins versus a truly experienced bottom who knew how to make the ride all the better for both of them. Laszlo was having an incredible time too. He’d been fucked by a number of guys, obviously, but never before in a standing position, and the way Miklos was driving into him was stirring him up and exciting him almost beyond belief. He’d already decided that for his next film he’d love to get fucked this way on camera, sure that his excitement would show in his face. Laszlo was giving Miklos such a wild time that he suddenly realized that he was going to cum, and too soon. He started to slow down, but Laszlo protested. “Nooo! Keep pounding me!” “Fuck, man, I’m going to cum too soon if I do.” “Go for it! We can always go for round two. Come on, blow that load inside me. Fill me up!” Miklos willingly revved the throttle up again and was soon pounding Laszlo’s hole like an oil well pump gone ballistic. After only about 30 seconds of that treatment, the moment arrived. Miklos grunted out, “Cumming!” Laszlo moaned. “Yes! Cum in my ass!!!” Miklos slammed in one last time and held it there as his cock convulsed, flooding Laszlo’s hole with an enormous load of sperm. Laszlo grabbed his own tool, beat it half a dozen times, and shot a blast of cum onto the wall where it dribbled slowly down towards the floor. They stood there, with Miklos clinging firmly to Laszlo until his cock slowly softened and then slid out of Laszlo’s hole. Laszlo turned slowly around to kiss him, and Miklos grinned. “Look at that! Super wild round of sex, breeding, and two loads of cum, and we didn’t even wrinkle the bed sheets. Are we good or what?” Laszlo had to laugh. They lay down on the bed and cuddled for a while, playing with each other’s cocks and asses, but it took a while after that huge orgasm before their cocks began to refill for another round. Then Laszlo took control, straddling Miklos’ chest to feed his cock into the bigger guy’s mouth. Miklos was also an experienced cocksucker, and gave Laszlo the kind of top-notch treatment that brought his cock to full rigidity in no time at all. Laszlo then swung around and sat on Miklos’ face, forcing the erstwhile top to eat out his ass while he leaned forward to suck that big uncut cock again. Miklos loved the taste of cum fresh from an ass, so he didn’t object at all. It was another matter, though, when Laszlo turned yet again, grabbed Miklos by the shoulders, and flipped him into a face-down position, then straddled his back and began to eat his ass. “Hey,” Miklos protested, “I thought I was the top here1” Laszlo laughingly said, “All good things must come to an end and every empire must fall,” as he plunged his finger into the tight hole and began wriggling it around. “So be a good guy and just shut up and take it like a man!” Miklos laughed then, but his laughs soon turned to groans as Laszlo’s tongue penetrated his hole and began fucking him with sharp little thrusts. In just another minute or so, he was twisting around on the bed and moaning that he wanted cock in his ass. Laszlo straightened up, placed the tip of his rigid tool against the button, and then pushed slowly but forcefully down. Miklos popped open and Laszlo entered, thrusting his way inch by inch until his entire cock was buried deep in the hole. Miklos was gasping for breath. It was evident that he hadn’t been fucked for a while. His hole was tight enough that it felt, to Laszlo, almost like he’d never been fucked before, and that made the action of driving repeatedly into his body tremendously exciting. It only took about five minutes before Laszlo felt his orgasm building, and asked Miklos where he wanted the load. Miklos promptly replied, “Inside me. Cum in my ass!” Laszlo speeded up his thrusts and then exploded inside Miklos, drenching his colon with cum. But Miklos was nowhere near ready to cum. Laszlo waited a minute until his cock softened a bit, then he pulled out and rolled Miklos over again. His cock was sticking painfully straight up into the air. Laszlo lifted those long legs up, swiped a palmful of his cum out of Miklos’ ass crack, wiped it onto his own ass, and then sat down on that big rigid tool and began riding. Miklos groaned aloud as Laszlo practically raped himself on his cock, ramming himself up and down as hard and fast as he could go. Finally, Miklos could take no more and let his orgasm come, flooding Laszlo’s guts with another huge load of his seed. Eventually, Laszlo detached and flopped on the bed beside Miklos and they both fell asleep. He awoke to find Miklos looking down at him with a wistful kind of smile. “What time is it?” Laszlo asked. “About 5:00.” “Let’s get back out there before everyone eats all the food.” “Good plan.” They both slid their swimsuits back on. At least, as Miklos observed, they were fitting better now that the tension had been relieved. When they sauntered back out onto the pool deck together, they manfully endured some ribbing from members of the crowd who knew one or the other (or both) of them. More drinks, more time in the pool, more hugging and kissing with more hot guys, more groping and squeezing. But then Laszlo looked at the food laid out on the buffet – there was plenty of it left -- and groaned in dismay. It was a thoroughly American spread of really heavy foods – burgers, fries, sausages, fried chicken, and over-sauced ribs. “What the fuck is the use of this trash? I’m in Spain, I’d like to eat tapas, seafood, paella, veggies, that kind of thing. I didn’t fly all this way just to eat fucking factory burgers!” “Agreed,” Miklos responded heartily. “Want to slide out and go get dinner somewhere else?” Laszlo looked around. The sun was definitely dropping towards the horizon but the coloured lights around the pool were coming on and the band was warming up at the bandstand. He suddenly thought that he also didn’t want any loud music pounding in his ears today. It had been a fun day, but enough was enough. “Deal. Meet me in the hotel lobby in…” and he glanced at his phone “…45 minutes.” An hour later, the two of them were walking along a street towards a highly recommended seafood restaurant. The street scene around them was lively enough, but it wasn’t a patch on the roaring noise of the pool party which was slowly receding behind them. The restaurant proved to be a quiet, cool hideaway up a narrow lane between old stone houses, with vine-draped trellises arching over the tables on the outdoor patio. The server recommended a tangy, dry white wine from the list, and they ordered a selection of tapas of varying kinds. Over the meal, they chatted about their respective careers. It wasn’t surprising that Laszlo hadn’t gotten wind of Miklos being in the industry too, as he was (like Laszlo) using a screen alias but (unlike Laszlo) he now looked wildly different from the way he had looked when they’d known each other in school. Miklos had freelanced with a couple of different producers, and he kept Laszlo in stitches with his stories of how he kept getting paired with young twinks whose job was to get fucked but who kept turning out to not enjoy it at all, which meant that he had to be careful not to ram them too hard – and that in turn made it very hard for him to keep hard. His biggest howler was the twink who’d broken the moment when Miklos was winding up to cum by suddenly and loudly saying, “Fuck, I hate these cheap, itchy sheets.” “Bet they didn’t sign him for another film in a hurry,” Laszlo choked out between bellows of laughter as he wiped his watering eyes. Laszlo in turn shared some stories about the various people at Hawaiian Nine, assuring Miklos that despite what people were saying, Will and Eddie (the camera guys) really had put down their cameras and made an unplanned leap into the scene that day when he filmed his debut scene with Daniel. Then Miklos went right where Laszlo knew he was bound to go, given the direction of the conversation. “So, tell me, Laszlo: what was it like having the Hawaiian Nine as a boyfriend?” “How do you mean?” “Well, you two were definitely an item. Everyone said so.” “Then everyone was wrong. We most certainly were not an item. Nobody was ever an item with him. You couldn’t crack that guy’s shell. It was harder to break into than Fort Knox.” “Laszlo, you sound like you wanted to.” “Well, naturally, I was curious about what made him tick. But I couldn’t figure him out at all. However, just to satisfy your gay gossip monger curiosity, we did sleep together. To be precise, we had sex together exactly five times – and two of those were on camera. A third one was when he broke my ass in off camera so it wouldn’t take all day to fuck me for the first time on camera.” “Shit. He took your cherry? Lucky devil.” Laszlo laughed. “I’ll bet a lot of people thought that. But it was like everything else. Whatever the Hawaiian Nine did, it was strictly business all the way. He could be really friendly, affable, even chatty, but that was out of necessity for being in business. I don’t think that man has a clue how to relate to anyone outside of a business negotiation.” “So where did he go to? Word on the street is that he’s disappeared.” “In this one case, the Word on the Street has got it right. He cancelled his cell phone, sold his condo, and vanished. Out of town? I don’t know. Which direction? No idea. What’s he doing now? No one’s heard. Rumours are flying, but there’s a distinct shortage of definite answers.” “Laszlo, you sound like you are worried.” “Naturally. He was a likable guy and he really helped me a lot. But he lived so totally for his company, and now that’s he’s sold it, I have no idea of what he might do that would fill that big gaping hole in his life. So yes, I’m worried about him.” Miklos changed the subject, with a slightly belated show of tact. The rising edge in Laszlo’s voice warned him not to pursue the topic of the Hawaiian Nine any further. They walked back to the hotel together, and Laszlo thanked Miklos for a delicious dinner and a pleasant evening. Then Miklos asked, “Can I see you again?” Laszlo looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then said, “Yes, I’d like that. My treat.” The next afternoon, out at the pool, Lianne looked searchingly at the two of them sitting together, a bit apart from the rest of the gang. Marina asked her, “What’s caught your eye?” “Those two. Laszlo and that big blond guy, what’s his name?” “Adam Orban,” Marina supplied – using Miklos’ screen name. “They’re giving me déjà vu. Remember that Icelandic hunk, Johannis, and that little Latino, Miguel? Love at first sight. This looks the same – maybe not as intense, but still….” “Good for Laszlo,” Marina said heartily. “Maybe it’ll take his mind off his lost love.” Lianne nodded. “Yes, that would be nice for him. But he’s still got to get through tomorrow night. You know as well as I do that he’s going to have to go up there on stage by himself and pick up a trophy that’s meant for him and Daniel together. It’s got to be making him edgy. God knows what will happen.” That night, Laszlo took over as host and they ate another magnificent meal in a different, but equally enticing, restaurant – this one up in Dalt Vila -- specializing in fresh fish and spiny lobster. After they’d returned to the hotel, Miklos returned the favour by inviting Laszlo to stay for the night with him. They took turns breeding each other before falling asleep in the early hours of the morning. Around ten o’clock in the morning, Miklos came slowly awake to be conscious of a distinct feeling of fullness in his lower regions. After a few moments, it dawned on him that Laszlo had slowly entered him and begun to slide gently in and out while he was still asleep. It felt wonderful. He purred happily, reaching behind him to grasp Laszlo’s hip, and pulling him closer. Laszlo wrapped his arm around Miklos, stroking his nipples gently as he began to speed up his pumping action just a bit. Miklos was as eager and open to his cock as Laszlo was eager to enjoy Miklos’ muscular butt and to breed his hole again. Miklos had never played small spoon before, but he was quickly discovering how much he loved doing it in this position. Laszlo, too, was having a great start to his day. The smooth, silky warmth of his partner’s hole was stroking his cock to perfection as he slid in and out. He, too, enjoyed the sensation of being curled around a muscular man’s back, with his arm draped over the broad chest so his hand could toy with the nipples. There was no denying it. Laszlo and Miklos were both enjoying this unique morning wake-up call very much and neither one wanted to bring it to an end. Before long, though, Laszlo’s cock cast the deciding vote, overruling the two men’s other sensations. As it began a telltale quivering and started to swell up, Laszlo gasped out, “Fuck – can’t stop it, I’m going to cum!” “Yes! Give it me, Laszlo! Breed my ass!” That was all it took. He gave a series of quick little thrusts and his cock exploded, drenching Miklos’ guts with his sperm. Miklos had begun beating his own meat without even realizing it and now erupted all over the bedsheets as Laszlo’s orgasm began to wind down. The two of them detached from each other, and rolled back together, face to face, cuddling and kissing each other happily. Finally, though, Miklos said, “I hate to ruin the moment, it’s too perfect, but my stomach has started rumbling. It wants to be fed. Let’s get cleaned up and get some breakfast.” Laszlo and Miklos enjoyed a long, luxurious shower with a great deal of stroking and caressing each other before going down to breakfast. As they sat down with their espresso, chilled fruit, and fresh rolls with ham and cheese, Laszlo said, “Gotta love a hotel restaurant that keeps serving breakfast right up until noon.” Miklos heartily agreed. After eating, they got changed and spent another lazy afternoon out by the pool. As the day wore on, Miklos could sense that Laszlo was getting increasingly antsy. That was hardly surprising. This was the night of the big awards ceremony, and Miklos was just as certain as everyone else that Laszlo would have to cross the stage. He could also make a guess, on the basis of their conversation two nights earlier, at the root cause of Laszlo’s nerves, even though he didn’t quite see the full extent of the issues involved. Laszlo was, in fact, every bit as nervous and frightened as Lianne had feared he would be. Miklos came to his room with all his formal gear to get ready. They’d ordered up some snacks from room service by way of a light dinner. Laszlo’s hands were shaking as he put on his formal suit. He had to grip them together to steady them enough so that he could help Miklos with his bowtie, and then stand still for Miklos to put his on. His nervousness had convinced Miklos, without even having to ask, that Laszlo’s feelings for the Hawaiian Nine ran far deeper than he was willing to admit. “Ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Miklos hugged him firmly, patting his back for reassurance, and then they headed down to the lobby where a stream of limos were picking up nominees and other prestige guests for the drive to the theatre. The car stopped and Laszlo and Miklos got out. Before they headed towards the red carpet and the entrance, Laszlo reached out and took Miklos by the hand, while the fans chattered, and the cameras flashed. As they walked the red carpet, as they took their seats in the auditorium, as the audience seats filled up with a crowd of hundreds of hot guys dressed to the nines, Laszlo kept looking repeatedly around, clinging to the faint hope that Daniel might choose at the last moment to put in an appearance. The lights dimmed, the awards ceremony began, and “faint hope” slowly changed to “no hope.” The opening speeches, the entertainment from a dance troupe of barely clad hunks in dance belts and not much else, the outrageous stand-up comedy routine about the industry from a pair of catty drag queens, all served only to wind Laszlo’s nerves up even tighter. Finally it came time for the presentations to begin. The first five or six awards were presented, and then it was the moment – as Laszlo knew from the pre-printed programme. The insider chat throughout the day had all been about him and Daniel, and he was taking it as a given that they would receive the award. The presenter for this award was Archer McManus. His deep bass voice scarcely needed a microphone as his words boomed out over the audience. “The Scene Couple of the Year award is one that won’t necessarily be presented every year, because it takes a special kind of chemistry to make a pair of models in a scene appear to be truly a couple. If they really are partnered, of course, they have a bit of a head start, but even then their personal chemistry has to translate to the cameras, and that’s not as easy as it sounds. Well, this year, we had a real knockout of a scene that cried out to be given the award. For the slow romantic scene in Nine in the Woods, the award goes to Arpad Nagy and the Hawaiian Nine.” A storm of applause and cheering filled the air as Laszlo rose and walked down the aisle to the stage. He went up the steps, still half-hoping he’d see another figure coming onstage from the other side. Archer hugged and kissed him, handing him the trophy, and quietly muttering, “Where’s Daniel?” With sadness in his eyes, Laszlo as quietly replied, “No one knows.” Then he turned to face the crowd and began to speak. “Anyone who’s ever done this job will tell you that it takes a village to make a really top-notch film and scene. There are so many people I’d like to thank, but I’m just going to take a short cut and say my thanks go to every single person on the fabulous team at Hawaiian Nine Films, a company that will long be remembered for the top-notch quality of the work we all created there.” He paused and took a deep breath to steady himself. “As you can see, the one person I’d really like to thank, the man who should be standing here beside me, isn’t with us tonight. I’m sure you’re all wondering why, and all I can say is that no one seems to know where he’s gone.” The crowd had gone very quiet. It was obvious from the quavering tone of Laszlo’s voice, from the way he was fidgeting with the trophy, that this was something much more than a typical banal thank you speech. Marina and Lianne were sitting with their hands clasped tightly together, silently willing Laszlo to be strong, not to crack. He took another shuddering breath. “If he were here, I’d give him this trophy to keep for himself because everything I’ve done in this industry, every break I’ve gotten, every success I’ve had, it’s all due to him – to his mentoring, to his experience shared, and above all to his friendship. Wherever the Hawaiian Nine is, I hope he sees a video of this moment -- so he’ll know just how grateful I am. Thank you for everything, my friend. Love you and miss you.” His eyes suddenly flooded with tears, blinding him as he stepped away from the microphone. Archer had to help him down the steps from the stage, and Lianne then came forward to walk him back to his seat. There she hugged him hard, with tears also streaming out of her eyes. The other members of the Hawaiian Nine family all crowded around to hug him and congratulate him. Then Miklos was there, to hug and kiss him before they sat down together, holding each other’s hands once again as Laszlo rested his head on Miklos’ shoulder. In the middle of the same row of the audience, an upraised phone was recording the entire moment.

Chapter 8: Starting Over Roar. Boom. Swoosh. The steady rhythm of the tides, the endless pounding of the swells down on the shore, the suction of the water being drawn back out into the sea, echoed in the air. The sky painted a picture in pastels, the soft blue, the pale pink, the even paler orange of a tropical dawn. Daniel sat on a wooden bench, gazing out across the sloping beach at the horizon as the sun tipped over the edge and flooded the world with light. He was wearing his new “uniform,” which he called that (as he thought wryly) for lack of a better word: wildly patterned surfing jammers, flip-flops and a thick fleece hoodie with the hood pulled up. He was warming his hands on a mug full of steaming coffee, hot, black, and strong. It might be the tropics, or nearly so, but sunrise down on the shore could still be a bit chilly at any and all seasons of the year, especially here on the windward side of the island. It was his favourite time of the day to be out here – the calm before the storm. Out on the sand, absorbing the endless rhythms of the sea as he slowly woke up and mentally prepped himself for another day. Sometimes he’d take his coffee and go for a walk along the beach; others, he’d just perch on the bench and watch the show playing out in the sky and the sea. It was a perfect time to watch the sea birds taking to wing, to gaze out at dolphins frolicking in the waves, sometimes amid the slower, more majestic movements of the grey whales. The locals were still asleep, the holiday-makers in their showplace resorts not yet out and about. In a few more hours the beach would become a screaming madhouse of tourists and surfer dude wannabes, with people doing their damnedest to get killed left, right and center. This beach and this surf weren’t any place for the newbie or the novice – not that this stopped the newbies and novices from flocking here, sure that they could beat these waves with no trouble. The understaffed crew on the one and only lifeguard stand couldn’t keep up with the unending flood of idiot know-it-alls, and Daniel and his friends would spend at least as much time being unpaid and unrecognized volunteer lifeguards as they spent surfing themselves, at least in the peak hours of the days during busy holiday periods. Daniel didn’t mind. There were still plenty of hours in the day before the fools came and after they left for him to spend riding the waves himself. It felt good to reach back into the earliest water skills he’d learned, to pull them back up, to put them into practice, to improve and hone his board work until he was riding better than he’d ever done before in his life. Paddling out into the ocean and taking on the big surf gave him a feeling of peace that he had never known in any other place or time in his life. He took another long pull on his coffee. Hawaiian coffee really was something special, such a distinctive taste. You could never get coffee this good on the mainland, no matter how hard you tried or how many places you looked. A hand clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, bud.” “Hey, Brad.” “All okay?” “Yeah. Haven’t had to rescue anyone yet today.” Brad let out a bellow of laughter and sauntered over to the rack to check over his longboard. Daniel mused on the way he’d met Brad and his other new friends. He’d come to this beach, looking for a place to settle that was as far from his former world as he could get, a place where he’d have the best chance of not being found. Because he didn’t want his old world to find him. He’d seen an ad pinned on a notice board, three guys in a house looking for a fourth as roommate. Own room, shared bath, shared kitchen, and a price that by Hawaiian standards was downright cheap. He’d called the number, met Brad, and started moving in the next day. Before leaving the mainland, he’d updated his investments to feed him a small but steady income, and then hired someone to get rid of nine-tenths of his stuff, from furniture to artworks, and to sell his condo. He’d brought just a few things with him to get him started on his new life. Even by the standards of this house of footloose surfer dudes, his belongings made a pretty small heap and took up less than half the storage in his new room on the top floor. He had a little more trouble confining his food supplies to his designated one quarter of the refrigerator and freezer, but he soon learned that there were things he could really do without. If he got into the mood for something more exotic, he could always hop into his jeep and drive half an hour to some of the restaurants in the nearest resort district. Nor did such expeditions put too much of a dent in his finances, since the addition of the proceeds from the various sales to his already-solid portfolio meant that he was in a fair way to be considered well-to-do, if not downright rich. It took about an hour on the first day for one of the other three, Rodrigo, to recognize him and out him as a big porn star. Brad and Arian had given a huge hoot of laughter but then quieted down to hear Daniel’s response. He took it in stride and with good humour, making sure they all understood that they were talking about his past, and that ended the discussion of that issue for good. This was a world where nobody fussed much over questions of sex and sexuality. Whatever you did in bed, it was all cool (if it was at least nearly legal), as long as you could keep up on the waves. Daniel needed a bit of time to polish the rust off his board skills, but the razzing he got from the others quickly turned to respect as he gained his surf style and flair back in a hurry. Once Daniel had remastered his board, he also began to meet some of the other surfers in the area – the settlement wasn’t quite organized enough to be called a town or village. They were, as a group, a larger reflection of his housemates: laid back, quiet, non-judgemental guys and girls who took the world and its people pretty much as they were. Daniel could hardly have picked a better environment to help him let go of his past. He no longer had to live for the next round of auditions, for the next pressurized shooting schedule, for meetings with backers and agents and applicants and camera operators. His daily meetings now were with the unending variety and limitless surprises of the surf itself, and this he could and did immerse himself in. It was a casual lifestyle that took him back in time to his younger days when Kauai had been less populated, less developed, less overrun by tourism. There were some things about that early life that Daniel would never have wished back, but the quieter, easier pace of the life that he remembered had been the best part of it – and here, he had found a place in the islands where that low-gear approach to everything still ruled. The only thing wrong with this idyllic life was the absence of sex. For the first week or two, Daniel honestly didn’t miss it. His old life had been filled with sex-as-lust, sex-as-business, sex-as-performance, and sex-as-oiling-the-wheels for his occasionally fractious company of models. In many ways, it was a positive relief to take an extended breather from it all. That is, it was a breather until his balls began to ache, both figuratively and literally. When that happened, he resorted to his right hand. That’s what he was doing one quiet Wednesday night when Rodrigo tapped on his door and opened it, all in one motion, catching Daniel in the act – right hand firmly fastened around his thick, hard tool, and juice oozing out of the head. Daniel had grown years beyond any chance of being embarrassed at having been caught jacking off. And Rodrigo simply and quietly said, “I could give you something better than your right hand if you want.” Daniel nodded, and the game was afoot. In moments, Rodrigo had shed his shorts and t-shirt, and flopped onto the bed beside Daniel, reaching out to grasp that rigid cock and stroke it gently while his own rapidly inflated into a full erection – neither as big around nor as long as Daniel’s nine-incher, but still a good solid piece of meat. In less time than it takes to tell it, Rodrigo was swallowing Daniel’s cock right to the root, while Daniel had grasped Rodrigo’s piece and begun stroking it. Before long, he swung himself around on the bed so that Rodrigo’s cock was right in his face and inhaled it. The two studs sucked steadily on each other for several minutes, each grasping and playing with the ass of the other as they bobbed up and down. Daniel was the first to slide a finger into Rodrigo’s tight hole, but Rodrigo quickly followed suit. The poking and stroking of the prostate glands quickly speeded up the tempo of the encounter. Rodrigo moaned that he was about to cum, and Daniel pulled off his tool just long enough to say, “So am I – let’s go for it.” Their mutual sucking speeded up even more, the groans got louder, and then Rodrigo’s ass muscle contracted around Daniel’s probing finger as his cock shot off a hot load of juice into Daniel’s busy mouth. Seconds later, Daniel returned the favour, pushing his cock all the way into Rodrigo’s throat while his load fired off, pumping out spurt after spurt. Rodrigo choked and pulled off for a moment, then dove back on and manfully swallowed Daniel’s entire load as Daniel had swallowed his. After the excitement abated, Daniel swung back up to come face to face with Rodrigo, and they shared a series of wet and sloppy kisses, enjoying the mingled flavour of their cum loads. At last, Daniel spoke. “Damn, that was good.” “You said it. Fuck, man, do you always cum a gallon like that?” “When I haven’t gotten off for a while and I’m feeling the need, yeah.” “Well, you didn’t need to keep to yourself so much. I’ve been ready for you ever since you arrived.” “Is that because you wanted to get drilled by a famous porn star? “No, just because you’re a fucking hot stud, and – like you – I’m frustrated.” At that, they both laughed – but then Daniel reached down to adjust his cock, which was already filling up for another bout of sex. Rodrigo stared at it. “Look at you, ready for Round Two just like that. Are you always that fast?” “Believe it. You ready to get drilled now?” For answer, Rodrigo rolled onto his stomach, pushing his pale white buns into the air and rolling them from side to side. Daniel immediately plunged his face into Rodrigo’s crack, sucking and licking on the cheeks and tonguing the hole. That hole began to loosen and twitch, showing that Rodrigo was every bit as ready as Daniel. He took a few more minutes to dig right into that ass, tongue-fucking Rodrigo until Rodrigo was moaning and muttering, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then Daniel got up on his knees, planted the tip of his cock at the opening, and began to lean, pressing down and in until the ring gave way. Rodrigo let out a loud moan as Daniel slowly pushed the entire Hawaiian Nine all the way into his quivering fuck tunnel. Rodrigo moaned again and twisted around on the bed as Daniel began to fuck ass, slowly building up from an easy start to full ramming speed. His hole was struggling to cope, feeling the massive shaft pulling half of his ring out on each stroke, and then shoving it back into place as that huge cock plunged deep inside him again. Then Daniel leaned right down and wrapped his arms around Rodrigo’s body, as taut and muscled as his own, before rolling over onto his back. That brought Rodrigo up on top and he instantly began heaving up and down, fucking himself into a frenzy on Daniel’s thick pole. Rodrigo was taking it all the way to the root on every stroke, his hole stretched almost as wide as if he had two dicks inside him, and still moaning and chanting, “fuck… fuck… fuck….” Daniel grunted, “Gonna cum soon – gonna breed your hot man hole.” “Fuck, yeah. Fill me up, stud – give it to me!” Daniel grasped Rodrigo’s hips, holding him still in the air, arched his back, and began pounding hard and fast, straight up into that welcoming hole, driving himself towards another huge orgasm. Rodrigo got hold of his own cock, and began jerking it like a madman, slamming his hand up and down as Daniel worked his hole harder and harder. Then it happened. Daniel came first, with a loud groan, as his cock convulsed and pumped another big load of cream up inside Rodrigo. Just as he slammed all the way inside and held it there, Rodrigo yelled, “Yes! Fucking cumming!” and shot a fountain of cum clear up to splatter across his face, then a series of shorter jets which smeared themselves across his straining abs while Daniel groaned as the last of his load pumped out. Rodrigo rolled off, then, desperately trying to clamp his hole shut so that Daniel’s load wouldn’t leak out. He loved falling asleep with a man’s cream inside him. But Daniel had other ideas, pushing Rodrigo’s legs up into the air so he could suck and slurp his load out of that gaping hole and then share it with Rodrigo in an ecstatic snowball kiss. Finally, Daniel rolled away, still breathing heavily. After a few minutes, he said quietly, “Fuck, that was terrific.” His answer was a gentle snore. He smiled, pulled the sheet up over both of them, and settled down for the night, curled up behind Rodrigo in the big spoon position. In the morning, the two of them awoke late, having been sated by their two wild rounds of hot sex at bedtime. They were the last two to appear in the kitchen. Arian winked at Brad as Daniel and Rodrigo dragged themselves in, aiming for the coffee maker. His first words were, “You two look well rested. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep – all the background noise.” Brad innocently added, “Yeah, me too. Sounded like a couple of wild animals mating in the bushes outside.” Daniel growled, and Rodrigo chuckled and flipped them the finger. Then all four of them laughed. From then on, Rodrigo spent most nights in Daniel’s bed. Neither of them would have said it was a relationship, though. It was purely and simply a sexual connection, a couple of hot guys helping each other to scratch the itch – nothing more. But it was definitely hot. There was the day when Rodrigo steered Daniel to swim around and into a small cove some way to the west of the main beach, an isolated little enclave which could only be reached by rock climbing or by water. They spent the afternoon replaying From Here to Eternity there, finally returning out to the open ocean and back to headquarters with sore asses, sore cocks, and a severe case of scratchy sand in every little nook and cranny that sand could get into. Or take the calm, moonless night when they ran down to the shore in the shelter of the big rock pile at the east end of the beach and fucked each other full of sperm in the placid ocean backwater with the light of the stars blazing overhead. Rodrigo was no fool. He loved having hot sex on tap whenever needed, and didn’t want anything more himself, but he could tell that Daniel was deliberately putting up a barrier, holding himself aloof from any kind of emotional response at all whenever they got it on. At first, he took that as simply the practised response to sexual activity during a scene shoot – and he wasn’t wrong in that. What set him wondering whether there was something further about it was a short trip to the mainland, a trip during which he met and fucked with a buddy who’d been involved in the porn biz for a while. Back in Hawaii again, he decided to try prodding Daniel a bit and see what came up. They were sitting on the bench one morning with their coffee, looking down across the sand at the sunrise. Rodrigo carefully said, “You know, Daniel, when I was in L.A. last week I met an old buddy who told me you were quite the heartbreaker back before you came here.” Daniel tried to laugh it off, but Rodrigo persisted. “According to him, there were a couple of guys who fell for you pretty badly but couldn’t make any headway cracking your shell.” Daniel laughed again. “You seemed to crack it pretty easily.” “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Getting you into bed isn’t difficult, but you’re a hard man to get to know – really get to know. What’s the deal?” Rodrigo asked, even though he fully expected resistance, evasion, diversion. To his considerable surprise, Daniel not only considered the question but then actually responded. “I don’t know how much you know about my life, but even the bigger rumours should tell you something about me. I was eighteen when I first went to L.A. and got involved in the porn business. A few months later, my dear mother, that good Christian family woman” -- and he said the words with a sneer – “found out and banned me from her life, told me never to come home. When my dad tried to speak up for me, she threw him out too. My brother and sisters sided with me and my dad, and that ripped the whole family apart. After taking my part against my mom, my dad ended up blaming me for the whole mess and now my brother and my sisters won’t talk to me either. “Then there was my boyfriend.” Another sneer. “A sleazy porn producer with a real weakness for big cock but no notion how to treat people well. He got me involved in the business by filming us together and using it, without my permission, in a video he was producing. Class A manipulative asshole – a real slime bucket. Next thing you know, I’d been pretty much blackmailed into being a porn model, without even planning it that way. My only lucky break was the size of my dick – that, and the fact that I could always cum on demand, multiple times. That led to my screen name, made me a valuable asset in any video, and soon enough it let me write my own ticket. “The last film I made for that creep, the guy he paired me with gave me something more than just a good tight hole to breed. That’s how I found out that his shithole company was taking samples from the models but wasn’t even bothering about actually getting them tested or anything. I went to the doctor, got it treated, and it cleared up, fortunately. “But that was the breaking point. As soon as I could swing it, I used my reputation, got a gig in someone else’s video, and walked out of that asshole’s life for good. I might have been the top, but he was the one who really fucked me over. Before long, I’d gotten my own company going, and managed to make him eat dirt when his business dried up. From then on, sex was business and nothing but. And that’s my story. Not a life where any real human emotions would ever get you anywhere or become rewarding in any way. Does that answer your question?” Rodrigo sat in stunned silence. His friend in L.A. had told him the bare outlines, but he hadn’t expected it to be as rotten as this. At last, he managed to speak. “Daniel, why are you telling me all this in so much detail?” “Well, you wanted to know.” “My friend gave me the impression that you were famous for keeping everything to yourself.” Daniel sighed. “You’re right. I was and I did -- and look what it’s done to me. It’s been like eleven months since I came down here, and it’s taken me that long just to figure out that I’m too fucked up for words. You can’t go through that kind of shit without having some pretty intense emotional reactions, but I just bottled them all up. All that hate and despair and rage that I was compressing inside had built up in me to the point where I had to start spilling it out and somehow manage to let it all go before it destroyed me.” Rodrigo could see and hear that Daniel was on the verge of cracking. He put down his mug, and wrapped his arms around Daniel, pulling him in close while the big guy exploded in heart-wrenching sobs, sobs that were heaving up almost from the soles of his feet. Brad and Arian spotted them from the house, but the two of them realized that whatever was going on between Daniel and Rodrigo was serious, not a subject for joking, and something they’d better leave Rodrigo to handle. Finally, Daniel pulled himself together, dried his eyes, and sat up straight again. He gave Rodrigo a wan smile, and finally said, “I haven’t told you the worst of it yet.” Rodrigo was almost scared to ask, but he figured from the look on his face that Daniel needed to spill this more than anything else. “Go on.” Daniel said slowly. “I’ve finally realized that I fell in love with a guy, and I’m pretty sure he fell in love with me. I couldn’t figure it out when it happened, because I was too messed up to recognize my own feelings for what they were.” “So what are you going to do about it?” “Nothing. It’s too late. He’s found someone else.”

@NLbear not to worry, there's still plenty more of Daniel and other characters to come.

Chapter 7: Exit, Stage Left Once again, Laszlo was sitting in Daniel’s office. A few more months had elapsed, and Daniel had messaged him that the financing was in place, and it was time to talk about casting for Hawaiian Nine Films’ final production. Nothing more had happened since the memorable weekend of the wedding. In fact, the two hadn’t actually seen each other in person since that morning-after to end all mornings-after. But neither of them had forgotten how they’d felt: Daniel, still amazed and baffled – more than a little scared too -- at the intensity of the experience, and Laszlo, still disappointed that Daniel had simply snapped out of the mood he’d created with such care and gone on his merry way, apparently unaffected by what had happened between them. The meeting between them was a little awkward at first, but they soon settled into an amiable conversation about the video. Laszlo wanted to work with Archer McManus, and while Daniel knew that he’d have to do some negotiating to get this renowned top’s top, he was sure that the man would come – for a fee. It was mainly a question of how big a fee he wanted. Besides him, Laszlo named Diego Lopez, one of the twinks from Twink Heaven that he’d love to top. Laszlo also suggested that he and Daniel do one final scene together, to be the bonus extra for the film. “What did you have in mind?” Laszlo moved carefully onto the difficult ground. “I’d like to do something like what we did the last time we slept together. The high-speed powerfuck, and then the slow, gentle, quiet one after it. Sort of thing you just never see in porn, but I’m sure it would turn the cranks of a lot of guys who would never admit publicly that they have a romantic streak in them.” Daniel’s initial reaction at one time would have been a blunt “No.” But Daniel had long since trained himself to mistrust his first reactions to everything that happened to him. As it happened, he had been silently berating himself for breaking the mood so quickly that morning -- and wasn’t at all averse to the idea of trying it again. He also knew that Laszlo’s sharply intuitive mind was onto something unusual, something rare, and he’d developed a healthy respect for the younger guy’s intuitions. It would be something of a marketing coup to have the big, tough Hawaiian Nine show such a different side of himself in bed. “I like it, Laszlo. But I’ll raise you with an improvement. Let’s reverse roles so you do the quick power blast into me, and then I top you for the gentle sequel. What do you think?” Laszlo didn’t have to think twice. “Perfect.” Daniel added a note of caution. “You realize that doing this scene for the public will probably fire up all the rumours about us all over again.” Laszlo laughed. “Fuck them. It amuses small minds to talk. I don’t give a damn. Do you?” Daniel laughed. “No. All right, then, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll get in touch with McManus and see what sort of price I can talk him into. By the way, he is exclusively top in his private life too, so you’re not going to get a piece of his ass.” “So I’ve heard. Ah, well.” This with a sigh. “Okay, gotta get going now.” “Hang on, hotshot. We didn’t talk about location yet. Anywhere you’d really like to go to film this one? The usual backer will foot the bill. Just don’t get too extravagant or impractical. No camera jaunts to Antarctica or anything like that.” “Damn. I’d have loved to film a scene with a bunch of curious penguins standing around and staring!” They both laughed. “What about some place up in the mountains? Rustic lodge, fireplace in the room, that kind of thing.” “I like it. I know a good place, and I’m sure I can talk the owner into letting us have it to ourselves over three or four weekdays for the shoot. Great outdoor hot tub too, so we can include that in a scene if we like.” “Sounds ideal. Okay, now I really do have to go. Got a hot lunch date.” “Oh? Do tell.” Laszlo pulled a face. “My big sister. She’s in town for a medical conference.” “Haha! Enjoy your ‘date.’ We’ll be in touch.” Laszlo was decidedly happier as he sauntered along the street after leaving the office. He couldn’t see that Daniel was also looking much happier at the thought of having another slow romantic interlude with Laszlo, even if there was going to be a couple of cameramen roaming around while they were doing it. Two months later, Laszlo was lying on his face on the king-size bed in a suite of the Alta Vista Sierra Lodge, facing the warm, gentle light of the fireplace while Archer McManus was busily eating and tongue-fucking his ass. Although there was no special spark between them, their initial meeting the week before had gone smoothly. McManus was a famously tough top, but he proved (at least in private) to be a considerate one as well, helping Laszlo to work out some hidden signals for when his cock became too overwhelming. Actually, by this time Laszlo was such an experienced bottom that he had really enjoyed feeling the pain-pleasure mingled as McManus pounded his hole more ferociously than anyone else had ever done. He’d particularly enjoyed the fact that Archer had laid right down on top of him to drive his final thrusts and his load deep inside. Laszlo loved feeling the muscular body of a top stud stretched out all the way along his back. Now, he was getting loosened in readiness for another sensational Archer McManus fucking, and he was loving every minute of it. They’d begun with a warm-up scene in the outdoor hot tub outside the suite, already steaming up the camera lenses with their groping, stroking, squeezing, and stretching of their tight swimsuits. Marina had put Archer into a very snug white string brief, totally see-through when wet to show off his rigid erection, while Laszlo had a bright orange one that also went see-through and had a tight back seam to cut right up between his ass cheeks. The scene went from steamy to scorching when Laszlo bent over, thrusting his orange-clad ass up into the air above the bubbling water while his mouth went to town on the twitching white bulge which barely contained Archer’s cock. In less than a minute of his eager sucking, that cock had burst out of its prison, the tip sticking a clear two inches above the waistband as Laszlo licked and kissed it. Then Laszlo grasped the cock and pulled it down, like a slot machine handle, and the slender side of the white G-string gave up the unequal struggle, ripping apart and flopping uselessly away as the rock-solid McManus cock emerged, ready to do battle. For the next few minutes, Laszlo gave Archer one of the hottest blowjobs he’d ever gotten. By now, Laszlo had mastered the trick of dropping his jaw farther than far to accommodate even the biggest, thickest cocks, so he was able to give Archer’s eye-popping erection a thorough tongue bath, sucking it into his mouth and stroking it with his tongue even as the head pushed farther down into his throat. Then the cameramen cued them to move. Laszlo pulled off that massive hard-on and took Archer’s hand, leading him up out of the hot tub and through the door into the bedroom. As they went, Archer paused for a minute to slide the door closed, and then followed Laszlo eagerly across to the super-king-size bed. He wrapped his arms around Laszlo’s body, rubbing his cock into the crack between the younger guy’s lush buns, then pushed Laszlo face-down across the bed and proceeded to eat his ass. Laszlo moaned frequently as Archer licked and sucked at his hole, then started thrusting his tongue inside the tight little opening. Laszlo began rolling his hips around, to keep changing the angle of attack for Archer’s tongue, but also to signal that he was ready to get fucked anytime. Archer got the signal with no trouble at all. He pulled his face clear of that enticing butt, gave a couple of quick shots of lube to his tool, then planted it against Laszlo’s hole and leaned forward. Laszlo had warned Archer that he tended to vocalize more on camera than off, so Archer wasn’t caught off guard when Laszlo let out a yelp of “Fuck!” as Archer pushed his way in. That big shaft stretched Laszlo as far as any cock he’d ever taken, and kept sinking into him, and still there seemed to be more of it coming. He squirmed around and did his best to relax, and finally the head nudged some part of his insides out of the way and came to rest, buried all the way into his hole. That was the moment when Laszlo realized that Archer had never given him the full length of the thing during their previous practice fuck. Now, the Archer had buried every last bit of his arrow deep inside the target, and Laszlo was feeling stuffed more than he’d ever felt before. Nor was Archer complaining. There were precious few bottoms, either in the business or out of it, who had ever managed to take the full length of his tool before. For the next twenty minutes or more, Archer took Laszlo through every position in the standard book, plus a few exotic extras. These included Laszlo standing flat on one foot on the floor with his other leg stretched as far up the door frame as he could get it to go, giving Archer a clear shot at his ass, and an angle in which the camera could see everything clear down to the rim of the hole with no trouble at all. Another was when Laszlo was lying on his side, and Archer reverse-spooned him, coming in from behind, but with his feet next to the back of Laszlo’s head. That move gave Laszlo some sensations he’d never had before. At last though, Laszlo moaned that he was about to cum, and Archer pulled him to his feet, standing behind with his cock buried in the target, ramming slowly but firmly until Laszlo’s face screwed up and his cock erupted, shooting a load straight up in front of him. His dick kept pulsing for five or six more clear shots, and by that time Archer McManus was releasing his long-delayed load into Laszlo’s ass. He fired in so much cum that it was already squeezing back out around the cock that had delivered it before Archer even finished cumming. Then, when he pulled slowly out, the resulting stream of white cream would have done credit to a six-top orgy. Once again, Daniel’s “no sex, please” policy for his models had brought home the ultimate prize – two epic cum shots for the ages. Laszlo’s hole wasn’t ripped from the beating it had taken, but the muscles were sore enough that he asked to have time off for each of the next two days. He still did his fuck scene, breeding Diego Lopez the following morning, but then went into R&R mode for the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday. That meant that the grand finale, of the film and of Daniel’s porn career, had to be shot on Friday morning, before they checked out at noon to make the four-hour trek back to the city in their private luxury vans. All the participants were up for an early morning start, so the scene began at 7:00, just as the sun was beginning to gild the surrounding mountain tops but hadn’t reached down into the valley yet. With all cameras running, Laszlo swung easily into his fast breeding of Daniel and did it with so much verve and energy that Will wondered if he’d sent in his twin brother, who’d laid off sex for an entire week. As soon as Laszlo released his load (pumping into Daniel, pulling out to wipe it on the outside, and then plunging back in again – Hawaiian Nine’s signature cumshots style), the energy began to shift. When Laszlo rolled off to the side and laid on his back, Daniel climbed on top of him, they began to kiss – and the magic was afoot again. As this slow-motion romantic encounter gathered a little momentum, Will and Eddie were riveted by what they were seeing, unlike any porn scene either of them had filmed before. The stakes got raised even higher when Daniel slowly entered Laszlo, and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as Daniel moved in and out of Laszlo’s hole at a measured pace. The charge of erotic, romantic energy between Daniel and Laszlo grew so quietly powerful that Will and Eddie just looked wide-eyed at each other, and then spontaneously put down their hand-held cameras in a couple of spots around the room, in between the tripod cameras, leaving them running. Daniel and Laszlo were murmuring and talking to each other quietly as Daniel slid gently in and out of Laszlo’s welcoming ass – and Will was almost certain he’d heard them say to each other, “I love you.” At that, Will headed quietly for the door, with Eddie right behind him. Outside, Marina gave them an enquiring look. Eddie said quietly, “Wait till you see what’s going on in there and getting caught on video – those two porn studs are doing a full-on romantic love scene.” He shook his head in amazement. Marina chuckled. “You’re surprised? It’s been obvious for weeks – months, even – that Laszlo had a serious case for Daniel, and it’s not just the hots. And I kind of suspect that Daniel is falling for Laszlo too, although that’s not nearly as easy to see.” They sat down, and Eddie in particular kept shaking his head as if he just couldn’t believe what his eyes and ears had told him was happening between the scene partners. After another twenty minutes, the two cameramen were just about to go back into the room and check when a booming voice from behind the door shouted, “Where the fuck are my video techs when I need them?” This was followed by a raucous outburst of laughter from the two voices behind the door. Life moved on quickly, and Daniel supervised and managed the post-production stages of Nine in the Woods in record-quick time. It took only a few months for this film to move through all the stages of this work and be ready for release. Meanwhile, Daniel had also been pursuing top-secret negotiations about the sale of Hawaiian Nine Films. Although he never actually said so, it wasn’t hard to guess that the major company he had approached would suspect his imminent departure from the industry. He had a bit of a struggle due to the unusual terms he was demanding, but the purchasers stopped complaining when he shared the sales and rental statistics for each title in his inventory. At that point, the deal was done, since the buyers could see that, even with the royalty payments, the Hawaiian Nine back catalogue was and would continue to be a massive cash cow. When the time rolled around for the release of Nine in the Woods, the release party in Daniel’s luxury condo also turned into a farewell celebration. By this time, all the employees and most of the models with Hawaiian Nine had been notified that the company was being sold off, but not what its founder would be doing. Nobody knew that, not even Daniel. The party got both rowdy and emotional, since everyone wanted to hug, kiss, and give best wishes to everyone else. Even Steve and Jim showed up, as did Johannis and Miguel, although both couples had finally and definitely exited the porn business. Throughout the evening, there were toasts with loud cheers, photos by the score taken on dozens of phones, numbers and social account information shared around, and more than a few tears shed. The company really had come to feel like a family for its staff and for the most dedicated and frequent stars of its films. Everyone wanted above all to say goodbye and thank you to Daniel. He’d given so many people a start in the business, one way or another, and a couple of them were even making the leap into theatre or indie and mainstream films on the strength of their experiences. One of these was Marina, who’d gotten a gig as costume and makeup designer for an indie film from the gay producer who liked her colour sense – what little he’d gotten to see of it. For Daniel, the entire night was a long parade of goodbyes. He was both surprised and touched by all the obvious affection and respect shown to him, by the way that so many of the guys spoke, not about the industry, but about life lessons that they’d absorbed just by watching Daniel at work, and the ways he interacted with people. It had never even occurred to him that he might be regarded as any kind of role model beyond his ability to perform well in porn. Near the end of the evening, Laszlo nerved himself to approach Daniel, knowing this was going to be his toughest goodbye of the night. Much to his own surprise, he managed to hold himself together as he thanked Daniel for giving him his start, and for all of his help in learning how to navigate a career in the industry. Then it was time. He hugged Daniel and kissed him, then parked his head on Daniel’s shoulder for a few seconds. When Laszlo went to let step back, he realized that Daniel was still hanging onto him. At last, Daniel released him, and Laszlo said, “Well, time to go.” “Take care, buddy.” Just that and nothing more. Outside on the street, Laszlo finally let it all out. He crumpled up in a heap on an anonymous doorstep and let the tears pour out like a river. Why the fuck did I have to go and fall in love with a mechanical guy who can simulate feelings but doesn’t really feel a damn thing? Fuck! After letting his thoughts flow on those lines for a few minutes, he finally pulled himself to his feet, dried his face, and moved slowly, wearily away down the sidewalk, ignoring the few curious stares from bystanders. At least, he thought to himself, now I know what it feels like to have my heart broken. Another fucking first. After the last few of the crowd had said their goodbyes and left, Daniel remained sitting by himself in the living room of his condo. He had a strange feeling of emptiness in his mind and heart. He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t surprising, that he’d devoted his entire life for over a decade to the gay porn business and was now faced with setting an entirely new direction for himself – and had no real idea which direction to turn. But he knew that he was kidding himself. There was more to his feeling than just worrying about his future. It was gradually dawning on him that there was one person, more than any of the other people he’d met during his nearly two-decade porn career, that he was really going to miss. That person was Laszlo. Right from the get-go, when the young Hungarian had first walked into his office for an interview, Daniel had felt that, unlike his other finds, this one was special. Being the man he was, he always framed his thinking about Laszlo in terms of star quality, screen charisma, vivid visual presence, and other such desirable qualities for a performer. He was not only proud for picking this undoubted winner out of the pile of applicants, but actually felt good that he had helped to launch another spectacular career besides his own. And Laszlo was spectacular, on camera or off, and in bed or out of it. Now, Daniel was faced with the distinct possibility that, as his life moved on in whatever new direction he took, he might never see Laszlo again. That, he realized, was not a pleasant thought – but he was completely at a loss to account for it. There was one likely explanation for his feelings that Daniel wasn’t taking into account – but his failure to do so wasn’t really all that surprising. Given the distinct lack of affection in his upbringing, the harsh anger which had led his mother to cut him off for good, the way the porn magnate had casually used and manipulated him in his younger days, it was hardly to be expected that he would have any idea at all of what this abstraction called “love” might look, or sound, or feel like. In any case, Daniel had other and bigger problems to face as he thought of where his life was going to turn next. Right now, he felt as if Los Angeles was a place that ought to recede into his past, since it was so connected in his mind with the porn biz. Now he needed, in the worst way, to go somewhere else where he could feel comfortably “at home,” wherever that might be, as he worked at charting his new direction. This problem, though, he did know how to solve. It was time for him to return to the sea.

@BootyBlack415 Thanks very much. Glad you noticed, I do spend a lot of time playing around with a rough draft to get the exact wordings I want.

Chapter 6: Cummings and Goings Laszlo’s guess had been right on target. About a week after his afternoon with Adam, he’d gotten a phone call from Johannis and Miguel, advising him that they were planning to get married and that Johannis would like Laszlo to be his best man. Miguel was asking Ryan. They’d already found a couple of agreeable dates with Ryan, and they had an automatic bye for any Saturday they wanted until June, The space which they planned to use was “officially” closed for renovations, but the hotel was prepared to open it for a weekend for them. It helped that the assistant manager of the banquet facility was Miguel’s aunt. Laszlo confirmed the date with them right then and there, and then clicked off, grinning smugly at the accuracy of his prediction. Three months later, he arrived at the wedding venue with the happy couple and Ryan, and they proceeded to run over last-minute details with the celebrant and the grooms. As the seats filled up towards the official start time of 5:00 pm. Laszlo was pleased to see that the entire Hawaiian Nine Films gang had showed up. Daniel, wearing his smartest clothes and most polished manners, was squiring Lianne to the party, while Marina arrived on Paulo’s arm, basking in the handsome Brazilian’s chivalrous attention. The ceremony was not long, but it was certainly heartfelt. Johannis and Miguel looked stunning in matching midnight-blue tuxedos with light greyish-blue lapels. The pair had written their own vows, and each had managed to build in some explanation of why the two of them had come together so quickly and thoroughly when they first met. That theme got covered in more depth during speeches after dinner. Laszlo and Ryan had themselves a grand old time roasting the happy couple, their snappy cracks drawing gales of laughter from the audience, and especially from the grooms’ families. After the speeches, the floor was cleared for a dance and the DJ got busy. From then on until the bar closed at 2:00 am, there was hardly anyone to be seen sitting down. The entire assembly was on the floor, dancing up a storm for hours. The climax came when Laszlo and Ryan undid their ties, wrapped them loosely around their necks, and then tied the loose ends to each other to create an impromptu limbo bar. Everyone present took a turn at trying to slide under the “bar”, and the laughter mounted as the bar sank lower and the competition became more intense. To the surprise of many of those present, Daniel was the last one standing. When asked later, he said simply, “Surfing forces you to be flexible.” Ryan had a better explanation, which drew another big laugh from all present, including Daniel. “When you’re the boss, the models let you win.” Lianne and Marina actually left together fairly early, just after midnight, and that gave Laszlo the opening he was hoping for. He closed in on Daniel, and asked him, “After the happy couple leaves, do you want to come back to my room?” Caught off guard and cornered by surprise, Daniel agreed. Half an hour later, the two of them slid out together. Once they were into Laszlo’s room in the hotel, they quickly locked together in an embrace, mouths seeking each other eagerly as they began kissing each other. In five more minutes, Daniel was nestled neatly in between Laszlo’s legs, his cock sliding into the younger man’s hole as they continued making out. Laszlo wrapped his legs around Daniel’s back, using them to pull the big guy’s cock deeper inside him. His arms were also wrapped around Daniel’s body, letting him feel the straining muscles of Daniel’s back as he began driving deep inside Laszlo. Daniel was really excited, and a bit proud of himself, to feel how Laszlo just opened right up and took him in, giving his thick nine-inch cock full access into the deepest recesses of his man cunt. He was also amazed at how easily and smoothly they moved together. They’d only had sex together four times before, and one of those had been while they were filming so it hardly counted – and yet they were coupling as neatly and precisely as if they’d been doing it like this for a decade. Daniel held on tighter to Laszlo and rolled over onto his back, bringing Laszlo up to sit on top and ride him. Laszlo demonstrated that he’d quickly gained a great repertoire of different moves in this position, giving a virtuoso demonstration of cock-riding techniques that soon had Daniel groaning that he was going to cum. Laszlo didn’t even slow down. He wanted Daniel’s load, and he wanted it now. Daniel groaned again at the delicious torture Laszlo’s talented ass was inflicting on him and then suddenly realized that he was about to let go. He grasped Laszlo’s hips firmly, and began driving hard and fast, straight up inside that wonderful hole. After just six or seven ferocious thrusts, he slammed it in and held it there, hips arched into the air as his cock convulsed and spewed his seed deep inside Laszlo’s body. Laszlo held on for the ride. When Daniel’s hips dropped back onto the bed and he gasped for breath, Laszlo speeded up his riding motions, arching his back to get the Hawaiian Nine to tickle his prostate. In just another minute, he cried out, “Fucking cumming!” and his cock began spitting cum all over Daniel’s abs. Finally he slowed to a halt. He lifted slowly up until Daniel’s big tool plopped out of his ass. Then, he let a stream of cum flow out of him and onto Daniel’s muscled body. Finally, he lay down alongside Daniel, wrapped his arms around that beautiful bronze-skinned torso, and the two of them drifted off to sleep together. In a deluxe suite on the top floor, Johannis and Miguel lay snuggled up against each other. One might think they’d be tired out after the frantic activity of their wedding day, but they weren’t too tired to relax themselves properly. Johannis had given Miguel a signature ferocious fucking, dropping two big loads inside his hole before slowly, regretfully, pulling out. Now, as they cuddled, Johannis had a pensive look on his face. “What is it, mi amor?” Miguel asked him. “Just thinking. In many societies, it was traditional to ensure that the bride was a virgin before the wedding so that the groom took her virginity.” Miguel chuckled. “We a pair of virgins?” “Well… nooo, but….” “But what?” Johannis kissed him and then looked right into his eyes, as he fastened his hand once again onto Miguel’s semi-hard cock. “Miguel, you’ve never fucked me. I’d love for tonight to be your first time to eat my hole and to cum inside my ass.” As he said those words, Johannis felt Miguel’s cock swiftly harden right back up to full erection. No more words were needed. He rolled onto his back, lifting his legs up to give Miguel access to his butt and his hole. There was no question that Miguel wanted to do it, but he looked a little scared. “I no fuck a guy before. Always they fuck me.” “That’s okay – I’ll tell you what to do.” Johannis was rock-hard again himself at the thought of feeling his love, Miguel, sliding and cumming inside him, and knowing that this would be his first ass breeding. “Just start eating my hole. You know what I do to you. Do the same.” Miguel was certainly an eager student. In no time, he had Johannis twisting and moaning all over the place as he slurped away at the big guy’s ass, sucking on his hole and thrusting into it with his tongue. After a few minutes, he added a finger. It became obvious that he really had been paying attention whenever he and Johannis had sex before, because he started twisting the finger around in the hole. Almost by accident, he bumped into the prostate and Johannis let out a sudden loud “Oh, fuck!” “Is good?” “Far more than just good, my love. Keep doing that.” Miguel glanced up as he fingered the hole, and saw a long, clear stream of nectar dropping slowly from Johannis’ erect cock and pooling on his belly. Without even thinking, he slid up and began licking up the fluid, then took that beautiful cock in his mouth to clean it all up. Johannis groaned aloud. “I can’t take much of that without cumming. I’m ready. Use it to lube up your cock, and then slide it inside me.” Following directions to the letter, and adding a couple of spits for good measure, Miguel placed his painfully hard cock against Johannis’ tight hole and pushed. In a few seconds the opening stretched wide, and he slid inside, gasping at the incredible sensation of a tight ass gripping and stroking his cock. “How does it feel, Miguel.” “Amazing. So tight, so hot. I never felt this before.” “Just wait, it gets better. Now, fuck me!” Miguel began sliding in and out of the muscular ass under him, and Johannis reached up and pulled him down so they could make out while he was fucking his first ass. After only a minute or so, Miguel’s breathing began to get ragged and Johannis knew what that meant. But he also knew that he didn’t want this special joy to stop too soon. “Whoa! Steady, take it easy. It’s not a race. You’ll learn how to hold it off. For now, take it out and I’ll roll over.” When he’d done that, he added, “Lie down on top of me and slide your cock up and down in my crack.” He reached back and up and grasped Miguel’s slender hips so he could control the pace at which Miguel slid back and forth, keeping it nice and slow. Then Johannis reached down, grasped Miguel’s cock, and planted it against his hole once more. Miguel slid back in and began to thrust again. Within only a minute or so, he again began snatching at mouthfuls of air – and then cried out, “I no wait – going to cum now!” Johannis pushed his ass up, letting Miguel get even deeper, and roared, “Yeah, go for it. Slam fuck me and fill me up. Cum in my ass!” Miguel began rapidly jack-hammering Johannis and then slammed his cock in hard. Johannis could feel the shaft pulsing in his hole, so he squeezed on it in time with the pulses. Miguel started giving him sharp little jabs with his cock to force the cum as far inside as possible. After a minute, his orgasm finally ebbed and died away, but Miguel didn’t pull out. He knew that it was perfectly possible to keep fucking and cum again – Johannis had done it to him often enough. In moments he was pounding into the blond Viking’s hole, working up to a ferocious tempo and slapping his balls against the taint with every stroke. It took only a couple of minutes before he erupted, spraying a second big load into Johannis. Finally he calmed down, and his cock softened and slid out of his man. Johannis rolled over, with a broad smile spreading across his face, and pulled Miguel down into his arms. “That was incredible. Well done, husband.” Miguel smiled too, and they kissed each other for a while longer until sleep finally took command. “Buenas noches, mi esposo,” Miguel murmured sleepily, drifting off into slumber as Johannis gently kissed him one last time, and then pulled the duvet up over them and followed his lead. Sunrise came early, but wakefulness came later. It was somewhere past 8:00 when Daniel slowly stirred and opened his eyes. What followed was a real moment of déjà vu for Daniel. He looked to the side and got a sudden jolt of memory on seeing the sleeping figure of Laszlo, still cuddled up against him. He thought of waking Laszlo up but decided against it. Instead, he eased his way out of bed and began setting up the coffee maker. Just as he was pouring the water into the top of the machine, he felt two hands slide around his waist and a head nestled down against the backs of his shoulders. “Leave that alone and come back to bed. The coffee can wait a bit – can’t it?” As Laszlo said that, Daniel felt something rigid prodding at the crack of his ass. “Oh, so that’s what you’ve got in mind, is it?” “Fair’s fair. You helped yourself to mine at top speed and then passed out without even giving me a chance to return the favour.” “I can hear you pouting. Don’t do it. You can never improve your looks by pouting.” “I know I can improve my looks by having my way with you. Come on back to bed.” Daniel sighed, then chuckled, and then turned around and let himself be drawn back to the tangle of sheets and pillows. Laszlo nudged him around until his back was to the bed. Daniel was half expecting a shove to send him flying onto his back, but Laszlo had something more subtle in mind. He began kissing Daniel, steadily increasing the urgency and passion of the kisses, and as he did he was slowly easing Daniel down onto the bed, and then onto his back. Laszlo was now lying on top of Daniel, stroking his body with smooth caresses as they made out for some minutes. By now both of them were rock hard, but Laszlo was not in a hurry. He had another agenda. Sliding and kissing his way down Daniel’s body, he enveloped the Hawaiian Nine in his mouth for a couple of minutes, and then released it, sliding his busy tongue and lips down under Daniel’s balls and down the taint towards his crack. As he went, Daniel instinctively lifted his legs into the air, without any conscious thought. Laszlo’s tongue snaked into his crack, seeking the hole and prodding into it. It took a few more minutes of slow but steady tongue work, but at last Daniel’s hole was opened and twitching. “Pull yourself up onto the bed.” Daniel slid obediently back until his head landed on the pillow, and then pulled his legs all the way over until they were resting on his shoulders. Laszlo got up on his knees, placed the wet head of his cock against Daniel’s hole and pressed inwards. Daniel opened right up and yielded to Laszlo, and he took in the entire cock as it entered him in one slow slide. Laszlo fitted himself in between Daniel’s muscular thighs, lying right down on top of his body, and caressed Daniel with his hands as he began a slow, gentle fucking motion. His cock was sliding all the way home, and pulling right out until only the tip was grasped by Daniel’s hole, then sliding in again. “Slow motion fucking?” Daniel asked, in a slightly ironic tone. “I’m in no hurry. Are you?” With that, he varied the angle and his next thrust brushed against Daniel’s gland. Daniel emitted a sound that was half moan, half sigh. “I’ll take that as a no.” And Laszlo resumed his slow, easy motion, varying the angle and depth, but never speeding up. It gave him plenty of spare energy to use in stroking Daniel, in toying with his nipples, and in covering his mouth with a nonstop stream of gentle kisses. As unusual and unexpected as this kind of sex was, it was having an effect. Daniel slowly drifted into a deep erotic trance, his mind disconnecting from the outside world as his sensory input narrowed down to Laszlo and Laszlo’s cock. Without any conscious thought, he put his hands up and began to caress Laszlo’s body, then wrapped his legs around Laszlo’s back to pull him closer. Laszlo sighed deeply as he felt Daniel beginning to respond in the same fashion. He’d so much wanted to find a way to tell the boss how he was feeling, and he’d figured that making love to this man he loved and wanted so badly was the way to go. And it was working. Daniel was moving into the same headspace – and responding in the same gentle, meaningful way. It moved Laszlo deeply to see the brisk, ironic, distanced Daniel of everyday life slowly vanish before his eyes. Here instead was a Daniel he’d never seen before, a vulnerable man, open to his partner, free to express all kinds of emotions and feelings that he dared not set free in the sight of the wider world. And Laszlo continued working his cock gently in Daniel’s ass, making love to this man who had given him so much and meant so much to him. At last, though, the inevitable could be postponed no longer. Laszlo whispered in Daniel’s ear, “Are you ready to take my load?” As if in a trance, Daniel as softly replied, “Yes… yes… give it all to me… cum inside me.” Laszlo broke his rhythm just long enough to give six or seven rapid thrusts, and to stop dead as his cock erupted and convulsed inside Daniel’s body. As the convulsions died away, he resumed his gentle kissing, and Daniel responded in kind. At last, his cock softened and slowly slipped out of the hole. Laszlo watched as Daniel slowly emerged or wakened from his tranced state. The look he turned on Laszlo was wide-eyed, amazed, unlike any expression he’d ever seen on Daniel’s face before. “Holy hell, what did you just do to me?” “The same thing you just did to me. We were using sex as a means to an end, not just as an end in itself. That’s what it’s like when you’re making love, not just fucking.” Daniel laid there, puzzling over and absorbing the amazing experience. Laszlo lay beside him, gently stroking and caressing his body. At last, Laszlo spoke again. “Ready to move to the next stage?” “What’s that?” “Coffee, of course.” Suddenly, Daniel shook himself with a laugh, jumped off the bed, and set the coffeemaker going.

Chapter 5: Turning Points On Wednesday afternoon, Laszlo walked into the Hawaiian Nine office suite just as Jim and Steve were sauntering out of Daniel’s private office into the reception area. “He’s free, Laszlo, just go on in.” Jim sounded like a man on a mission. But Steve put out a hand and stopped Jim from leaving, then spoke. “Hey, Laszlo, I’d like to keep in touch. Let’s swap numbers.” Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, suddenly I’m not good enough for you any more?” he asked mockingly – then chuckled. Steve, though, replied in an unusually serious tone. “Jim, I think it would be a good idea for us to keep in contact with Laszlo.” The numbers duly exchanged, the two of them hugged and kissed the younger man, and then went on their way. And Laszlo went in. Outside the building, Jim said, “Well?” in a curious tone of voice. “Well, what?” “You know what, Steve. Why did you want Laszlo’s number?” “Just a sixth sense. I get the feeling that Daniel is about to do something big and make some sort of major change in his life. If he does, I just have a feeling that he might let Laszlo know what he’s up to. I’m sure it’s not love, but there’s some sort of special comfort zone there for him. I want to know where to locate Laszlo if we need to ask about Daniel.” Jim nodded. “That’s good thinking. I didn’t pick up anything particular about them myself, but I sure as hell trust your judgement.” Steve laughed. “You’re just saying that because I thought it was safe to confide in you with my feelings. So I did -- and look where it got us!” The two of them laughed and kissed. On entering Daniel’s office, the first thing Laszlo noticed was a facial expression that he’d never seen on the boss before. Daniel was staring off into space, almost as if he was off on another planet or something. His elbows were propped on the desk, forearms pointing up, fingers linked together, and his chin was resting on his linked fingers. Who knew where the rest of him had gone to? Laszlo gently cleared his throat. “Ahem, Daniel.” Daniel shook out of it. “Hi, Laszlo. Is the door closed?” Laszlo nodded. “Have a seat.” He got up and poured a pair of scotches out of a decanter, handing one to Laszlo, and then sat down again. “So, what’s this about Daniel?” “A couple of things, Laszlo. First of all, and most important, I need you to promise me absolute secrecy about everything I’m going to tell you. These are things no one else knows yet – not Jim and Steve, not Lianne, no one.” “Promise.” “Right. Here it is, then. I’m planning to retire and sell the business.” Laszlo stared at him in shock. Finally, words returned to him. “Are you mad?” Daniel chuckled. “Hardly that. But I’m also damned if I’m going to be like Mark the Meatman” – and here he referred by nickname to a once-popular but now over-the-hill porn star and producer – “and keep going until I’m so old that I can only attract viewers by appearing in cradle-robber scenes. I want to go out when I’m on top of my game and on top of the business.” Laszlo studied him carefully. Perhaps he was young, but he was also uncommonly perceptive and sensed that there was more. “Is that all?” “No. I’m also getting bored with the whole routine. Running around raising money, sucking up to ageing queens with deep pockets, screening applicants for scenes, holding the loads in, swearing off for days at a time just to get a good money shot. I’m fed up.” “So what’s your timeline for that.” “That’s the second part of what I want to tell you. I’m going to finish off the film we just shot, then film one more – and call it quits after that one gets released. I wanted to tell you now because I’m going to bill you as the star in that final film, let you pick where you’d like to film and work with whoever you want to work with.” “For reals?” Daniel nodded, smiling at Laszlo’s obvious eagerness to get going. “Wow, I’d love to do another scene with Steve – I mean Rod.” “Sorry, Laszlo, that’s the one that’s off the list. He’s told me twice now that he’s retired again and this time it’s for good.” Laszlo’s face dropped. “Hey, don’t look like that. You got a chance to work with him and breed him, and have him breed you, and that’s something only the two of us have ever done on video.” “How could I forget? My ass was still sore when we got to the orgy scene.” “I thought you were acting a bit – ‘restrained’ – that day.” They both laughed. Both men were familiar with the aftermath of a ramming from Rod Rammer. But then Daniel went on. “Anyway, like I said, that’s only a planning-stage item for now. But give it some thought and get a preliminary list ready.” “So, Daniel, what’s going to happen when you sell out?” “I’m going to include a condition of sale that the buyer has to keep our videos in circulation for a minimum period of 5 years, under the Hawaiian Nine name. And there’s going to be another condition. Just let me find the envelope. I already gave Steve his package.” Daniel sorted through a pile of stuff on the desk, fished up and envelope, and handed it to Laszlo. “Go ahead, open it.” Laszlo ripped off the end and pulled out a payment notice. “Three hundred forty-seven dollars and fifty-four cents. What’s this for?” “Your royalties. Our last film was such a huge success that I decided to give everyone a royalty on sales and streaming rights. Two cents per streaming, ten cents per full sale. That’s your first payment, based on all the income so far. You should see it land in your bank account today. We’re going to use the same system for the last two films. And the buyer of the company has to keep up the royalty payments as long as they keep the films in circulation.” Laszlo got up, walked around the desk, and gave Daniel a huge hug and a kiss. “Thank you, Daniel. Not just for this, but for launching my career, and for giving me the lead position in your final film production. You’re the best!” Daniel smiled as he patted his enthusiastic young star on the back. But then he returned to business. “And remember, all of this is confidential. Everyone is getting an email with the royalty notice today, and the payments are being deposited, but that’s all that anyone except you knows.” Laszlo gripped his hand firmly and looked him squarely in the eye. “I promise.” And after a few more final words, he went his way. Out on the street, Laszlo fingered the payment notice in his pocket. The whole thing – the royalty payment, the offer of a starring role, the news that Daniel was going to slide out the door – it had all become surreal to him. The one thing Laszlo realized, loud and clear, was that in a year or less he was going to have to say goodbye to Daniel – and might well never see him again. Now, there was a depressing thought. Daniel had been a good mentor, and Laszlo had felt instinctively that special comfort zone with Daniel which he hadn’t felt with too many other guys – certainly not with his ex. What Laszlo hadn’t clued into at all was the significance of the statement that nobody but him knew about Daniel’s plans for the future. Laszlo wandered along the street, the vibrant life of WeHo flowing all around him, but he wasn’t really noticing it, immersed as he was in his thoughts. Then a voice spoke to him -- and he snapped out of his preoccupation. “You’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” The speaker was a tall, lean guy, wearing a tight tee shirt and very short shorts. Well worth a second look in any company, Laszlo thought. Then he took that second look. “Adam!” “Yes, it’s me all right.” “So why didn’t you call me by my real name?” In a slightly sarcastic accent, Adam replied, “I thought you might have gotten a name change when you went in for the enhancement surgery.” They both laughed and Adam went on. “You didn’t waste any time snagging a new guy for yourself after we split.” “What new guy?” “Give me a break, Laszlo. Word on the street all over town is that you and the Hawaiian Nine are shacked up together.” “Twenty-four years old and you still believe everything you hear from that no-name myth, the Word on the Street. In this case, the Word is dead wrong.” “Okayyy.” But Adam sounded doubtful. “But tell me one thing. How did he get you to open up and give him your ass? I tried for the best part of three years, and you were all ‘No – strictly top only.’ And my hole still aches, just from remembering.” “To answer your question, he told me that he hoped I’d be willing to switch up on camera, and I thought about it and decided to go for it. I warned him that I was still a bottom virgin, and he took an afternoon to break me in gently before filming time.” “Damn. I’d love to have you demonstrate your new talent for me.” Adam reached down and “adjusted” the basket of his shorts. “Want to come – up?” “Well, you’re sure not wasting any time, are you? But fair warning – I’m strictly verse now.” Five minutes later, they were naked in Adam’s apartment. Adam had has arms wrapped around Laszlo and was busy kissing him with plenty of tongue while his hands kneaded Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks. Laszlo had his hand fastened on Adam’s cock and was squeezing it, feeling the growing wetness in the palm of his hand. He remembered how he’d used to wonder what it would feel like having Adam inside his ass, but he’d been too scared to try. Now that he’d experienced multiple fuckings from the Hawaiian Nine and the redoubtable Rod Rammer, among others, he wondered why this long but much more slender tool could ever have scared him. Dropping to his knees, Laszlo went to work on Adam’s cock, sucking it deep into his throat and then pulling back and working on it with lips and tongue before deep throating it again. Adam gasped and moaned with pleasure and surprise. He plainly hadn’t expected Laszlo’s technique to have become so much more advanced in the two years since they’d split. And Laszlo went right on surprising him, coming up for some advanced tongue work on Adam’s nipples, then licking all the way down his ridged abs and back to the cock, which he proceeded to swallow. Laszlo had learned a special torsion trick from Eddie during a private session, working his head around in a circle while sucking as he rocked it from side to side. Adam was groaning nonstop, never having experienced such a virtuoso professional blowjob and starting to be scared that he was going to lose his load before he finally got to experience Laszlo’s asscunt. Finally Adam grabbed him and pulled him up for some more kissing, then spun him around and pushed him face down across the bed. Laszlo bent his hips just enough to make his ass lift into the air at a perky, enticing angle. Adam quickly took the hint and pushed his face into the crack, kissing and licking at the sides and at the hole as Laszlo moaned and twisted around on the bed from the sensations. Adam had come a long way from the days when he’d begged, in vain, for a shot at Laszlo’s ass. He’d fucked a number of bottoms since then, all of whom liked the way his long thin dick could tickle their prostates without shredding the ring while slamming in and out of their holes. As his tongue dug into the target, worming its way ever deeper inside, Laszlo yelped aloud, caught by surprise at the realization that his ex-boyfriend had become a real specialist in the fine art of rimming. Laszlo also realized that he was probably in for a memorable fucking to follow. He wasn’t wrong. When Adam finally felt the hole open up and beg for it, he swiftly got into position, spat in his hand and rubbed it on his painfully rigid cock, and pressed the head against Laszlo’s hole – which readily gave way and invited him in. Laszlo let out a drawn out “Ohhhh… fuuuuck…” as Adam’s long shaft slowly pushed all the way into him in a single continuous slide. A moment later, Adam was lying down full length along Laszlo’s back, slowly rocking his hips to make his cock stir around like a mixing spoon inside the newly-opened ass. With his head next to Laszlo’s ear, Adam quietly purred, “You like that?” “Ohhh… yeah… feels so… ohhh… you’re rubbing me so good….” Adam moved his hands away from Laszlo’s shoulders to press down on the bed on either side, and then reared up into a push-up position and began pumping his cock slowly, but with full-length strokes, in and out of Laszlo’s supine body. “Ohhh… fuck, yeah… give it to me harder!” Adam obligingly speeded up, gradually working up to full-throttle pounding into the now-totally-opened ass underneath him. His hips were smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks as his cock pounded faster and faster into the hole. Laszlo was giving out a steady stream of “oh, yeah” and “fuck” as Adam worked him over. It was more than anyone could keep up with for long. Going nonstop at this furious pace was bringing Adam closer and closer to the moment of truth, and as his breathing got faster and more ragged, Laszlo sensed it. “Come on, Adam, fucking pound me!” “Gonna… gonna cum!” “Yes! Let it fly – fill me up. I want that load. Cum in my ass!” Suddenly Adam groaned aloud, slammed all the way in, and held it there as his cock convulsed, blowing a thick stream of juices into Laszlo’s cunt. After the first three bursts, he repeatedly punched his cock in to force the further shots as far inside as possible. “Fuck!” Adam cried as his cock continued firing bolts of cum. At last, his orgasm trailed off and his cock gave its final twitches inside Laszlo, the last few drops of his load slowly dribbling out. Finally, he withdrew, slowly, and watched in awe as Laszlo’s hole hung open, with Adam’s seed slowly sliding out and dripping down his taint to land on the bed underneath him. Adam wiped his cockhead on Laszlo’s cheeks and continued to gaze on his handiwork. At last, Laszlo slowly rolled over onto his back, bringing his still-erect cock into view. Laszlo had what Adam thought idly was an almost demonic grin. There was also an unmistakable smirk to be heard in his voice when he spoke. “Damn good – for the first act.” “The first act?” Adam sounded puzzled. But before he could ask any questions, Laszlo reared up off the bed, grabbed Adam and flung him down onto his back on the covers, and seized his legs, pulling them up in the air to expose his ass. Laszlo promptly dived down and began to rim Adam at full speed, working his tongue all over and around the hole and along the sides of his crack while Adam gasped in surprise and then began moaning as the sensations hit him. He moaned even louder as a finger worked its way inside his hole and began to rotate. “Oh, fuck, Laszlo, keep doing that!” “You’re tight.” “Haven’t been fucked for months. But I want it!” “Coming right up.” Laszlo pulled away, drooled some spit onto his cock, spat into Adam’s crack, and worked it in, then planted his cock at the opening and began to lean. “You want it?” “Yes!” “Beg for it.” “Please! Quit teasing me, Laszlo, I want that dick inside me. Give it to me now! Please!” Laszlo pushed harder, popped through the ring, and then slowly slid the rest of the way in. Adam rested his muscular legs on Laszlo’s shoulders, and Laszlo pushed farther forward until Adam was bent double, and Laszlo was lying right down on top of him, face to face. This was his favourite position for fucking. He loved watching all the expressions on a bottom’s face as he plowed in and out. Now, as he began working Adam over, he could see that old familiar blissed-out look which meant that Adam was enjoying himself. Laszlo was too. He had forgotten just how well Adam’s hole could caress and squeeze him as he slid back and forth. But he knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d already gotten far too wound up from being fucked by Adam for the first time, and he could already feel his load climbing up the shaft and moving into firing position. “Fuck! Can’t hold off… gonna cum….” “Yeah! Give it to me. I want to feel your sperm inside me! Knock me up, Laszlo! Breed me!” Laszlo was moving faster and faster, his hips turning into a blur as he slammed down repeatedly onto Adam’s powerful thighs doubled up under him. His cock was racing in and out, faster and faster, and then all at once the moment was there. “Ohhh… fuuuck…!” He jammed his hips down, shoving his cock all the way inside Adam’s tight butt, and let the jizz fly, his muscles pumping shot after shot of cream deep into Adam’s hole, which kept right on working on his cock, squeezing and releasing, as his own orgasm peaked, and he shot all over his own pecs and abs. Then they lay there, still joined together, kissing and stroking, as their cocks slowly deflated and Laszlo at last slipped out of Adam’s ass. After they’d laid there together for a few minutes, Laszlo got up out of bed and began to dress, while Adam watched him with an expression made up of equal parts quizzical, ironic, and disappointed. “Just Mr. Fuck and Run now?” Laszlo turned and fixed Adam with a serious gaze that stopped him dead in his tracks. He’d never seen Laszlo looking so determined, and so sad at the same time. “Adam, I spent over two years with you, and I can tell exactly where your mind is going. You’re obviously hoping that we’re going to get back together.” Adam said nothing. There was no point. Laszlo really did have his number. “That’s not in the cards. I’m not the same guy I was when we were together, not at all. Experience has changed me – and I don’t just mean the experience of fucking on video for money.” “Well, what do you mean?” “I’ve gotten to see real love in action. And if you don’t know yet who I mean, the Word on the Street is sure to get the bulletin soon enough. It’s going to be the shortest two careers in porn history. Two scenes each in one film, and I’d say it’s a 99% certainty that they’re both going to call it a day at that point. Not quite as certain, but I’d still give 70% odds that there’s going to be a wedding there before too long.” “Hmm, not you and the Hawaiian Nine, then.” “That’s right. As I told you before, we are not an item. Anyway, he’s so screwed up inside that I don’t think he’d know love if it jumped up in his face and slapped him upside the head. But after seeing – well, just call them A and Z for now – together, I can begin to sense what the real thing looks and feels like. It helped, too, when I read this quote on my socials: ‘If you have to ask yourself if you are in love, the answer is always no.’” “I get it. You were asking yourself when we were together.” “Yes. I was. Sorry, Adam, but that’s the reality. We had two good years in spite of ourselves, but we can’t go back. It was fun playing together again, but it has to end here.” With that, Laszlo – now fully dressed – walked over to the bed, kissed Adam goodbye, and went. Moments later, out in the street, he found he was crying. He knew exactly why. He’d been completely truthful with Adam, but the truth had to have hurt the guy, and hurting other people hurt Laszlo – badly. He was the kind of person who was all man, but he had a strong motherly streak in him that made him want to kiss everyone on their sore spots and make them all better. But Laszlo needed someone to kiss him and make him better too. And here he hadn’t told Adam the whole truth, only part of it. The truth, as he finally admitted to himself, was that he was in love with Daniel and didn’t know what to do about it.

Very hot!

Chapter 4: Life’s a Beach Shooting continued for the next few days, but with plenty of downtime for everyone in the company to relax and enjoy the sun, the pool, and the sand. Early afternoon was the chosen time to film the scenes, and both Paulo’s pairing with the tiny Irish lad, Ryan, and Laszlo’s sizzling scene with Rod Rammer passed Daniel’s personal hotness-meter test. Ryan turned out to be the kind of bottom who squirmed around, twisting every which way as a top drove into him, and it gave the scene an extra erotic charge as the viewer could easily imagine Paulo’s hard cock bouncing off every side and angle of Ryan’s tunnel in turn. In the scene with Rod and Laszlo, it was a difficult task (Daniel called it a “hard” one) to sort out which of the two successive ass breedings was the hotter one. Rod may have managed to hold off longer, but Laszlo certainly gave full value for money. From the moment when Laszlo went for the big shot inside Rod’s ass until the end of the scene with Rod pumping his load into Laszlo was a good solid 25 minutes of video, and Daniel was sure that the entire action could be used without any cutting of the time sequence. As for Daniel, he’d had a great old time getting to breed Eddie in a hot little mini-scene which Will filmed for them, as well as saving up a couple more huge loads for the big orgy scene. Before they went for that grand finale, the entire crew relaxed for two full days of downtime, with any sex once again forbidden. The boss wanted the biggest collection of giant cumshots ever for the orgy scene, and he’d made his expectations very clear. Every top was to shoot several times inside the hole and then pull out and squirt some more over the backs of their respective bottoms. There was some grumbling from a couple of the novices who’d never worked with Daniel before, but Will and Eddie explained patiently to them that Daniel’s methods, although they might sound a bit savage with so many hot men around, got the results he wanted in no uncertain terms. So everyone spent the two quiet days on lounge chairs or on beach towels, swimming in the pool or the ocean, soaking up the hot Spanish sun, and cracking an endless stream of sexual puns to try to let out their frustration. One thing everyone couldn’t help noticing was that Johannis and Miguel walked out of the hotel practically glued to each other. They pulled two lounge chairs by the pool extra close together, and there they lay, looking at each other, stroking each other periodically, and conversing quietly together as they stared – as far as you could tell through the mirrored sunglasses – deep into each other’s eyes. Daniel was particularly intrigued. He realized that he’d had a sense of something special between the two during the casting meetings, but he had to admit that he’d never expected it to go this far, this quickly. He also noticed that Laszlo was looking, if not jealous, at least a bit put out as he studied them. Daniel wondered idly which of the two might be causing his Hungarian beauty’s case of the hots below the belt and under the collar. Not that the boss was completely idle during this downtime. When preparing an orgy scene, he always wanted to figure out the first pairings ahead of time and arrange a signal for when the camera men should call “time” and have everyone switch. After that, he was content to let the guys wander where they would and play with whom they wished. Now, though, he realized that he was probably going to have to read the riot act to Johannis and Miguel, just so they wouldn’t simply gravitate back to each other and drop out of the larger scene. For now, though, he just wanted to relax. He had his scene plan all worked out in his head, and that was, after all, only a starting point, a kind of first play of the game. He was quite content to lie here in the sun, on a lounge chair, and enjoy the scenery. But that was a problem in itself, since the scenery was itself very distracting. True, he’d seen all these guys naked before, at one time or another, but Daniel still enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and he still found a minimally-clothed man more fascinating than a nude one. All the guys in the company had dressed down into either tiny, short shorts or some form of bikinis or thongs. Miguel’s lovely ass was best shown off by a bright orange thong which allowed his curvy brown buns to pop right out. Paulo’s flame-red speedo had the kind of built-in front pouch which thrusts the hardware forward and up. Laszlo’s tight blue briefs used a back seam to accentuate the crack of his ass, while the front didn’t neglect his perfectly respectable cock. Johannis was wearing blue and white shorts, with the white lying in a slightly curved vertical stripe right up the middle. Ryan’s blazing red hair and pale skin was set off by a shamrock-green brief with side clips, and his hand kept wandering down there to fiddle with the clips suggestively. Steve and Jim had on matching pride-patterned speedos. Daniel glanced down complacently at his own shorts, now bulging enticingly. He taken a pair of standard Hawaiian-patterned board shorts and had them cut down to crotch length, then fitted with angled hems so the bottom edges pointed in a vee right at his package. The tool there was making a decided lump in the front of his shorts, not surprising after he’d been taking such a detailed inventory of his troupe of models. He stood up and dived into the pool, urgently needing to cool himself off a bit. After that swim, Daniel laid back flat on his lounge and let himself drift off into dreamland. He was woken by a hand shaking him, and a voice calling his name. He came back into waking life to find Laszlo leaning over him, one hand on his shoulder, and the crotch of his speedo bulging. Daniel guessed that Laszlo had been staring at him for a few minutes, and perhaps rubbing himself, before he’d finally acted to wake up the boss. “Daniel. Hey, Daniel.” “Umm?” “Sun’s going down and we’re all heading inside to get ready for dinner. Join us?” “Yeah.” He swung his legs around, planted his feet on the ground, and looked up to see all these prime slabs of muscle from his company staring him in the face. Shaking himself fully awake, he stood up, slapped a high five with two or three of his cast, and they headed back into the hotel. Dinner was a friendly, funny meal, with people teasing each other over things that had happened during the last week, both at the awards party and during the filming sessions. As always, for the night before a shoot, Daniel kept himself down to just one glass of wine, and then ran on Perrier for the rest of the evening. Steve and Jim sat with him and got him laughing with Jim’s story of how Steve, as Rod Rammer, had first gotten to know him -- Perrier played a role in that tale too. On Friday, the entire crew and cast assembled in the filming suite. The guys helped each other with little last minute details. No showers were taken. Daniel knew that with this many men, the showers would take up most of the filming day, so everyone had been given strict instructions to shower in their own suites before coming up to the penthouse. Once the men were all in position, Will and Eddie turned on the lights and cameras, and Eddie then called “action.” Johannis and Ryan were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. Paulo was already pushing Miguel’s face downwards towards his bulge. Rod was holding Laszlo close in his arms while he slid his hands downwards to cup those enticing cheeks. Daniel was standing over against the wall, watching Paulo and Miguel and squeezing his own bulge as he watched. The scene heated up rapidly. Johannis quickly pushed Ryan down onto his back on some cushions, coming down on top of him and stroking and licking his body all over. Ryan, in his typical fashion, was already twisting around like a snake under the Icelandic stud and moaning up a storm. Eddie had moved in a circle around Rod and Laszlo, letting his camera watch the two of them playing with each other’s asses. For the viewer, it would be anyone’s guess which of the two was going to fuck and which one would get fucked. There was no guesswork involved in the third pairing. Paulo had both hands clamped onto the back of Miguel’s head and was steadily pumping his erect cock in and out of Miguel’s mouth. It was easy to see that Miguel was finding Paulo’s tool a challenge, but he kept on giving his best shot at deep-throating the Brazilian stud. Now Daniel worked around and got down on the floor, starting to eat at Miguel’s ass while Miguel was busy at the other end. Meanwhile, Johannis had begun eating out Ryan’s ass, and that left Ryan’s mouth free to take a first go at Daniel’s tool, the famous Hawaiian Nine, since he found it conveniently close to his eager mouth. Ryan had gotten that cock entirely into his mouth when Johannis planted his cock against Ryan’s hole and began to push. The cute Irish twink opened up and let him in. Now there were five guys locked together in a chain of fucking, sucking, and ass eating. Soon enough, Paulo got Miguel to turn around and bend over, and Paulo changed places with Daniel, letting Daniel have the cock while he worked his erect tool into Miguel’s tight hole. The scene kept evolving and changing, with almost as many changes of partners as a country square dance. After another half an hour of steady fucking and sucking and rimming, Paulo had moved on to have a go at Laszlo, while Daniel had found Miguel’s cute little ass close at hand and well opened up, so he slid right in and began to pound. Johannis had shifted over to Rod and took a first turn at his ass, while Rod himself had begun fucking Ryan. All of the guys had already cum once and were still rock-hard and winding up to another epic blast-off. This time, Rod was the first one to gasp that he was going to cum. Johannis started to pull out, but Rod reached back and pulled him in deeper, yelling, “No! Pound me, stud!” Johannis responded with a will and that was all that was needed to send Rod Rammer over the edge, his legendary eleven-incher quivering and pulsating as he delivered a healthy blast of his jizz inside Ryan’s fuck tunnel. As soon as Rod’s hole began spasming from the cum shots, Johannis drove harder and faster and fired off inside the famous porn stud. Both men pulled out while they were still cumming, and added several spurts across Ryan’s ass cheeks, which looked good enough to lick. The noisy soundtrack of their orgasms gave Paulo the impetus to drive deeper and harder into Laszlo, who quivered, yelled, “Oh, fuck,” and shot six huge squirts of cum onto his face, chest, and abs as Paulo fired off inside his ass, before pulling out and adding a cream garnish across Laszlo’s sexy body. That left Daniel, who was driving Miguel into a quivering mass of bottom joy, thrusting his thick cock all the way down into the Mexican’s spasming butt over and over. Suddenly, Miguel forced his ass up, and blasted bolts of cum onto the floor under him before collapsing flat on his face. Daniel followed him down, slamming harder and harder until his cock began to jerk. He yanked out, shot some cream across Miguel’s milk-chocolate coloured ass, drove back in and pumped some more cum inside that beautiful hole, and then pulled out again and shot two more jets across his ass before letting the rest slowly drizzle out as he wiped his dick across those brown cheeks. After a few more seconds, Will announced, “Cameras off,” and all seven of them sprawled out on the floor, gasping for air. The action had certainly been intense. Eddie walked over to where Paulo and Laszlo were lying side by side, grinned down at them, and said, “See what I mean about the time out, guys?” Paulo, too tired even to speak, only nodded. Laszlo gasped, “I’ve never cum like that before. Yeah, it’s intense, but it’s still fucking unfair!” Across the room, Daniel chuckled. After taking a quick look at some of the footage, Daniel was thrilled and knew that he had another epic, award-winning film on his hands. That night, he treated the whole company to dinner in a gourmet restaurant along the street from the hotel. With the limits off, it was a rowdy, raucous party. The next day, the gang all enjoyed a last day of sun at the pool and beach, while Daniel sat inside with Will and Eddie, going through all the footage to make sure there weren’t any bad spots they would need to patch up before flying back to L.A. When they finally appeared on the beach at 4:45, they endured a lot of ribbing from the others about what they had really been doing all day. Before that, the teasing had all centred on Johannis and Miguel who were now behaving exactly like a married couple. Daniel just smiled and waved the teasing off. Truth be told, though, he had fucked both of the camera guys by way of a breather during the afternoon, before dumping yet another load inside Will’s compliant ass. On Sunday morning, during the flight back home, most of the guys were dozing or outright sleeping in their individual bed-cubicles. Daniel blessed his good fortune in having attracted a backer who was both well-stocked with money and intensely turned on by the thought of being fucked by famous porn tops. The bonus of this multi-millionaire buying first-class tickets for everyone wasn’t lost on Daniel, or on any of the rest of the cast. Several of them had never flown first class before, let alone actually flying at all. The spectacle of all these prime slabs of man flesh lying back and sleeping all over the cabin was also causing a bit of a stir among the flight attendants, two of whom were plainly attracted to the bigger guys present. One of them all but rubbed his firm chest across Daniel’s face when leaning across “to refill your coffee.” A couple of the members of the team, though, were watching Daniel carefully. Lianne was one of them. She’d handled the business end of Daniel’s venture ever since he’d set it up, and she knew his mind and moods probably better than anyone else there. She flagged down Laszlo as he walked by towards the washroom, then beckoned him to lean down for a second. “Laszlo, you notice anything about Daniel today?” Laszlo glanced at him for a moment. “Yeah,” he murmured back. “He looks kind of antsy.” “That’s what I thought. Antsy, and a bit worried with it. And that makes me worried. Can you maybe talk to him, see if you can find out what’s eating at him?” “Me? Why me, Lianne?” “Because this is personal. I can’t ask, he’ll just think I want to talk contracts and video rights. And I’m asking you because he seems more comfortable with you than with some of the others, more laid back and less defensive. I think you might be able to get him to talk.” Laszlo sighed. “Well, I can try.” His effort didn’t go very far. Daniel did, however, unbend enough to say, “It’s not something I can really talk about here. But there’s something else, something I’d like to discuss with you in some detail. Can you swing by my office on Wednesday at, let’s say, 3:30 in the afternoon?" “No problem,” Laszlo replied. He was a bit chagrined, but he hadn’t been shut down outright and maybe he could get under the surface of Daniel’s nerves at that time. Daniel and Laszlo both entered the appointment in their phones, and Laszlo went back to his seat. He’d report to Lianne later, during the long stopover at New York JFK, but for now he just wanted to sleep.

Chapter 3: Party Time The atmosphere was upbeat as the members of the company boarded their transatlantic flight to Barcelona, settling comfortably into seats in business class thanks to the generosity of one of Daniel’s backers who was cherishing fond hopes of what his generosity might lead to. They were all busy toasting each other backwards and forwards around the cabin as the drinks came around before dinner, and then settled down to a good meal and a quiet overnight. Their plans included a couple of days of sightseeing or whatever in the Catalan capital, then the awards show and post-show party. However, there was to be no sex at all during that time, as Daniel needed everyone to save up as much as possible for their trip to Sitges and filming sessions immediately after the awards night. The people in the group who’d worked most often or longest with Daniel were really surprised to see the sometimes-uptight boss relaxing and unwinding so much during their time in Barcelona. As the various people in the group posted multiple pictures of their fun times around the city to their social media, Daniel’s dazzling smile often appeared on the cameras as opposed to his normal brooding stare. It seemed obvious that the Hawaiian Nine was for once going to let his hair down and actually enjoy his life. But appearances can sometimes be deceiving. As Daniel said afterwards to Lianne, the company’s business manager, “First the bad news.” Not only did Jim flatly refuse to appear in a video with his husband, the legendary star Rod Rammer (actual name: Steve), but Steve backed him up 100% and told Daniel that after this last appearance he was going to retire again, and this time it was definitely for good. It was during the breakfast hour on their flight over to Barcelona that Daniel had broached his ambitious scene plan to Steve and Jim, and they were still well over an hour from their destination when Jim gave his plan the thumbs-down, in no uncertain terms. “But that doesn’t mean that we’re not still friends,” Jim hastened to add. Steve agreed. “One hundred percent. It’s just that, for me personally, coming back into the business was a mistake. I’d quit for all the right reasons before, when I met Jim, and coming back was something I did for a whole pile of wrong reasons.” Daniel then made one of his signature quick recoveries. “Well, if this is definitely the last “lights, camera, action,” for you, who would you like me to pair you up with for your final scene?” “What about Laszlo? Do you think you could persuade him to do a switch-fuck with me?” “You mean, he does you and you do him?” “That’s what I mean.” “So who gets to breed?” Daniel asked. “Good question.” Steve pondered for a minute. “Maybe flip a coin?” Jim put in his two cents’ worth. “Since he’s young and inexperienced, he could probably shoot first inside you, and then you can breed him afterwards. You’ve had plenty of experience in delaying the inevitable.” Daniel wrapped up the discussion. “Well, we’ve already seen both of you bred on screen in the last film. Why don’t you negotiate it with him and come up with a scene plan?” “Deal.” Daniel heaved a huge sigh of relief. For a minute, he’d been scared that Rod was going to walk away from the project altogether. This near miss was the real reason the boss was smiling so much as they wandered around the city. It wasn’t just the potential lost sales which scared him but (as he now realized) even more the chance of losing two of the only real friends he had in his life. On the big night of the awards show, the entire group were dressed to the nines, and ready to walk the red carpet – a first for the younger and newer guys. The men were all in eye-popping variations on classic formal wear, not least among them Johannis and Laszlo who had both chosen white tuxedos, one with smoky grey trim and the other with brilliant sky-blue edging. Not to be outdone, Lianne and Marina (the costume coordinator, a.k.a. General of the Jockstraps) dazzled with brilliant formal evening gowns, Lianne in black and gold and Marina in dark maroon. The advance buzz all around the event was that Hawaiian Nine was going to scoop up a pile of awards. Certainly, the company and its individual models and film crew members had been nominated for just about every award that was available for the taking. Nor were the results a disappointment. The “Scene of the Year” award went to Daniel’s breeding of Rod Rammer, while Rod himself was recognized with a Special Lifetime Achievement Award. The film they’d starred in, Hawaiian Ramming, won the Best Film of the Year award, and Laszlo walked off with a Most Exciting Newcomer award – a trophy which put a broad grin on his face, and on Daniel’s face too. Privately, Daniel resolved to give Laszlo star billing in his next film after the one to be made in Sitges, an honour which he had richly earned. He also planned to use the footage of the virgin Laszlo’s first fuck and breeding as the bonus scene for that film, if and when. Off camera, the talented Will and Eddie got an Outstanding Camera Work award for the final orgy scene in the company’s previous film, Nine in the Sand. As the title indicated, the big scene was a hyper-active beach orgy, and the camera angles had taken full advantage of not only the gorgeous Hawaiian scenery but every imaginable angle on the wild action from the nine performers, in a scene that all by itself lasted for 45 minutes and totalled up to 11 breedings and 6 facials. After the show ended, everyone headed for the main ballroom of the Savoia da Catalunya hotel for the after party. At first, the company assembled all in a tight little group. Steve proposed a toast to Daniel, and after thanking him, Daniel in turn raised his glass to Laszlo. “To Arpad Nagy – a star is born.” Both toasts were drunk with loud acclaim by all of the Hawaiian Nine gang. After the group split up and began circulating, it seemed to Daniel that, in between the endless offers of canapés and champagne from the circulating waiters, he must have shaken the hands of every single person present. As he did so, he also found himself fielding an unending parade of scene suggestions, funding offers, audition requests, ideas for locations, ideas for casting, and on and on. To all of them, he answered with a smile, thanks, and a statement that he was here to relax, not to work – which, of course, was only true until they headed down to Sitges the next day. Even that departure on Sunday morning, just before noon, was a bit fraught. As Daniel mused to himself – sitting in a half-empty coach over 20 minutes after they were supposed to leave – you couldn’t very well pull the plug and leave early from an awards gala where your company had just scooped a whole bundle of significant trophies. Some things in life you just had to accept as they were. Late nights equalled late departures the next day. After about 40 minutes, and a series of querulous phone calls from Lianne, the entire company had finally showed up with baggage in hand and boarded the bus. Most of them were looking very much the worse for wear, which was the reason that Daniel hadn’t planned any shooting until the second day after the gala. Later on Monday afternoon, the crew assembled in the suite which had been rented to serve as a filming location for the shoot. Spacious and luxurious, it had a generously-sized sitting room, an equally generous bedroom with a small sitting area in a bay window, and a gigantic bathroom with a jetted tub big enough for three and a shower almost as large – plenty of possibilities, and Will and Eddie had planned out camera placements and angles for all of them. In the shower, Johannis and Miguel, the Mexican bottom, were helping each other to get ready, with plenty of soap and a scrubbing sponge, not to mention a butt plug for the tempting hole in between Miguel’s sweet, round ass cheeks. In fact, Johannis got hard enough playing with the plug that he was able to remove it and insert his cock for a minute, just to get Miguel loosened up enough for easier going on camera. Out in the bedroom, Daniel was sitting on a chair in the corner, fingers crossed and hoping like mad that his latest casting inspiration was going to pan out. He’d sensed a hint of chemistry when he’d introduced Miguel to Johannis back in Los Angeles, and he’d decided to go with it. Marina came and sat next to him. “Worried, boss?” “Just the usual nerves with a new casting combo.” “You worry too much, boss. After this is over, why don’t you come back to my room and work out your stress?” Daniel laughed. The not-quite-young trans woman had never bothered with surgery, so she still had all her male appurtenances, and a delectable ass which Daniel had enjoyed on several previous occasions. But now, he just laughed. “Nice try, Marina, but you know perfectly well that I have to hold it for my scene tomorrow morning.” She sighed but nodded. Marina had been around the company long enough to know that Daniel was fiercely proud of his epic cumshots, and she certainly understood the importance of “business before pleasure” when they were on a shoot. When Daniel came into the bathroom to announce that they were ready to go “whenever you are,” it was Miguel who switched off the water and then pulled slowly off that big Viking dick without any sign of embarrassment or self-consciousness. They towelled each other off, and then made their big entrance for the scene, Miguel walking in front with his hard tool leading the way and his towel trailing in his free hand, while Johannis followed, steering him with a hand cupping Miguel’s ass cheek, and with his towel draped around his own neck. The two guys slipped on their underwear – Johannis in bright orange briefs and Miguel in a pale blue jockstrap which contrasted beautifully with his amber skin tone. Daniel leaned over to Marina, and murmured, “Perfect colour contrast -- as always.” Johannis murmured in Miguel’s ear, “Just ignore them all and concentrate on me,” and Miguel nodded. The cameras were all running, and Eddie gave them the word. At once, Johannis pulled Miguel into him and began kissing up a storm. Miguel seemed a bit shy and confused, but soon melted into the big guy’s arms and began to moan as Johannis teased his nipples and then ran his hands down to cup and squeeze the younger guy’s ass. It was all an act, of course. Those few minutes in the shower had already taught Johannis that Miguel was a thoroughly experienced bottom. He’d really gotten that message loud and clear when he’d tried to push his way gently into Miguel, and the Mexican’s expert hole had opened right up and swallowed him to the root, then began chewing on the big guy’s cock. Johannis had opened his eyes, and exclaimed, “Well, aren’t you the horny little slut, so eager for a big cock to fill you up?” Miguel had turned a wide-eyed, angelic smile on Johannis at that moment as they’d let the water flow over them. Johannis realized instantly that the whole reluctant innocence shtick was as fake as the angelic smile. He may have looked like an inexperienced, wide-eyed kid, but Miguel was definitely a sex demon with a lot of practice under his belt (which he wasn’t wearing), and Johannis knew that he’d have a hard time not to cum too quickly and spoil the scene. Now, he let his hands play with the straps of Miguel’s jock as Miguel put one hand down and played with that big Icelandic cock inside the tight briefs. He was playing the part of the eager young learner to perfection. Watching from the sidelines, Daniel smiled smugly at how his intuition had once again scored a bulls-eye in the casting department. The rest of the scene unfolded along perfectly familiar porn-scene lines, from dropping underwear to ass and tit play with fingers, from cock-sucking to ass-eating, and from there to fucking. Johannis was loving the way Miguel was alternating with him, working harder on his cock when he slowed down his fucking motions, and just going completely passive and letting him have at it when driving it deep into him. After a good half an hour of work, with numerous positions and only a few quick pauses, Miguel had whispered into the big guy’s ear, “Missionary.” Johannis flipped him over onto his back, and Miguel pulled his smooth young legs all the way up over his shoulders. Johannis slipped right back inside that cute hole and began pounding hard. At the same time he felt Miguel’s cock getting harder and harder under his abs and knew that it was time to go for it. He barked, “Gonna cum,” as he pumped deep and hard into the young Mexican’s ass. Miguel was wailing away, lashing his head from side to side on the pillow, and Johannis suddenly realized that it wasn’t an act any more. The Mexican had given himself over to the sensations of the fuck, had forgotten all about the watching cameras and observers. Miguel had gone off into an erotic trance, losing consciousness of everything except the sensations in his ass and the massive cock plundering it. Johannis let himself go then into that same private and intimate space, submerging the outside world in a tidal wave of sexual energy as he drove himself to his climax. Then Miguel let out an especially loud cry of “Fuck!” and his hole clamped down hard as his cock lifted and erupted all over his smooth brown belly, hands-free. Johannis drove three or four more vicious strokes into the suddenly fierce tightness under him and let out a deep roar as his dick shot off like a cannon inside the Mexican’s sweet ass. And thanks to the change of position, the camera crew got it all in perfect closeup. Eddie locked in on Miguel’s cock when it exploded, and Will caught the view of Johannis, cock half out of the hole and flexing like a mad thing as it continued pumping sperm inside the tight bottom’s eager fuck chute. Will held the camera right there as Johannis finally let his cock slide gently out, and then caught the slow-motion lava flow of cum pouring out of Miguel’s ass. Miguel even knew enough to try to hold his hole open so the stream could flow without interruption. At last, Eddie called, “Okay, fellows, that’s it.” He and Will switched off their handheld cameras and then went around, turning off the tripod cameras. Daniel got up, adjusting his dick inside his underwear, and came over to congratulate his two newest stars – and then realized that the energy had completely shifted. Johannis had slid back inside Miguel, and the two of them had wrapped their arms around each other, kissing nonstop, with Johannis again sliding gently in and out. It was plain to Daniel’s sight that the scene might be over but the two men lying on the bed, twined together, were far from done. Daniel smiled, turned away, and quietly signalled to everyone else to leave the room.

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Chapter 2: Taking Care of Business Once all the editing and post-production work was completed, Hawaiian Nine Studios released its newest feature-length film, Hawaiian Ramming, to unprecedented fanfare. All the excited talk about Rod Rammer and Hawaiian Nine appearing together in not just one but two scenes had led to the biggest advance sale ever for one of the company’s productions. Nor were the stars’ legions of fans disappointed by the results. Viewers of the movie, commenting in their thousands on social media, generally divided into two camps: those who thought that Hawaiian Nine getting fucked by Rod Rammer was the hottest thing they’d ever seen, and those who thought that Hawaiian Nine’s breeding of Rod Rammer had to be the biggest turn-on of all time. Plenty of the commentators also had hot words of praise for Laszlo, especially for the final scorching ten minutes of his big scene in which Will and Eddie had parked their cameras and jumped right into the action. That fixed-camera footage had almost all been usable, and it gave the audience some epic views of Laszlo being spit-roasted by Will and Eddie at the same time that Daniel was pounding another load into Will’s tight ass. Daniel had gotten a smugly satisfied look on his face at the preview showing in the studio, when the room erupted in a spontaneous burst of applause as the credit “And Introducing ARPAD NAGY” (Laszlo’s screen name) faded in on the screen. Daniel felt that he was entitled to be smug. The audition clip which Laszlo had submitted was a bit pedestrian, but Daniel’s sixth sense in these matters had whispered to him that Laszlo had the quality of a star, and just needed to be taught how to bring it out for the camera. So Daniel had signed him up, and then proceeded to teach him. Laszlo’s education was partly simple lessons in what to do and what not to do during a shoot, partly studying and talking about the work of previous bottoms on their films. More than both of those together, of course, was the in-person training which Daniel had definitely enjoyed giving the eager young fellow. His memory strayed backwards to the first time he had played with Laszlo. He’d set up some lights and a couple of stand cameras, more to give Laszlo the feeling of playing during filming than with any hope of getting actual usable footage. What Daniel had gotten, though, was a rare opportunity in the porn biz – Laszlo had told him at his interview that his ass was still virgin. Daniel was sorely tempted to try to film the big moment, but he knew that with his thick cock, getting Laszlo to loosen up enough to take him was going to take too long for porn use, and would probably require a lot of patience and effort in exchange for long stretches of relatively useless footage. He was wrong. And he thanked his lucky stars that he’d decided at the last minute to turn the cameras on, just for the hell of it. Now, in his mind, he found himself reliving that evening. “Oh, so that’s what it looks like,” Laszlo had said, commenting on the lights and cameras as Daniel led him into the room. After that one comment, the young guy ignored the technology. A man on a mission, he came right into Daniel’s arms and began kissing him, at the same time grinding his packed crotch against Daniel’s bulge. In just a few more seconds, Laszlo’s left hand had slid downwards and begun fondling and squeezing that big lump in Daniel’s tight gym shorts. Of course, his shorts immediately began to grow even tighter, and Laszlo worked his hand with even more enthusiasm, feeling an instant response to his busy, squeezing fingers. Before long, call it half a dozen kisses later, Laszlo’s hand had plunged down inside the waistband and was busily engaged in fishing Daniel’s now-hard tool out of his jockstrap and stroking the head, which was already leaking. But Daniel also had an agenda, and he pulled Laszlo’s hand out of his shorts before proceeding to pull up the younger guy’s t-shirt. Obediently, Laszlo lifted his arms over his head and Daniel pulled the shirt up and off. Now, he plunged his head down and began sucking on Laszlo’s cute little nips, making them stand up and quiver, and making their owner quiver right along with them as the attention was making his cock jump up and down inside his pants. As soon as Daniel ran his hand inside the waistband, he realized something right away – and confirmed it when he pulled Laszlo’s jeans off. This eager young hotshot had gone natural. No jock. No boxers. No briefs. No G-string. Not only that, but the guy’s cock was doing one of the rarest tricks in the biz, standing right up against his abs and bouncing off them each time his muscles contracted. With his head already leaking copious amounts of clear juice, it was obvious that Laszlo was horny beyond belief and desperately needed something to occupy him. With that thought, Daniel slid his own shorts down and off, then grabbed the back of Laszlo’s head and pushed him downwards towards Daniel’s crotch. Laszlo nearly went crazy, inhaling Daniel’s rich crotch aroma and chowing down on his sperm-soaked jock (it was his special filming jock which always appeared in every one of Daniel’s scenes). And there was his prize, the legendary Hawaiian Nine, pushing its way out of the waistband, stretching the elastic, urgently seeking freedom and daylight. Or film light, at least. Without any urging, Laszlo went straight for the head, sliding back the skin, and licking all around the slimy head before taking it right into his mouth. As he slurped on the massive tool, Laszlo tugged down on the jock so that he could reach the entire length of the shaft. Daniel could tell right away that this part of sex, at least, was an area where Laszlo had plenty of experience. The young Hungarian wasn’t quite able to deep-throat the monster facing him, but he managed to swallow a good two-thirds of it, and then – pulling back – gave the entire length a thorough tongue bath before pushing the bulbous head back into his mouth and down his throat. Daniel let him work on that big, erect meat for a few minutes, but then pulled him back up. It was time. Daniel spun Laszlo around and told him to lean over and plant his hands on the edge of the table. Then Daniel bent down, pried Laszlo’s cheeks apart, and buried his face right into that hot young crack. For a moment, Daniel was tempted to laugh, thinking of the apposite words, “to boldly go where no man has gone before,” but he resisted the urge. He did summon up every bit of his years of experience with men to give Laszlo’s ass a tongue bath that he would never forget. From licking at the sides of the crack to slurping on the hole, then lashing his tongue back and forth across the button until it began to loosen and flex in response – Daniel knew all the techniques. And he could tell exactly when it was time to introduce a finger into the game. Laszlo moaned at the pressure, and then gave a tiny cry as the probing finger breached his hole and he felt a man opening him up for the first time. The death grip of that hole on his finger assured Daniel that Laszlo was indeed a virgin – and reminded him to take his time and do his best to make it a good experience for the youngster in front of him. Daniel resumed his tongue work on the crack and hole, while at the same time he began sliding his finger slowly in and out, changing the angle on each stroke. His finger play soon took on a pattern – imagine a circular track around Laszlo’s ass, and Daniel was swinging around the circle, thrusting in from eight different positions on each complete circle. Laszlo was moaning almost nonstop as Daniel’s finger worked inside him. Then the moans changed to a loud yelp and “ohmigod, ohmighod,” as the finger reached in farther and began to stroke his prostate. Looking down between his legs, Daniel saw a long string of precum stretching itself downwards from Laszlo’s cock to add to the growing pool on the floor between his feet. And then, Laszlo’s hole bloomed. It relaxed, opened, began chewing on the stroking finger instead of just tolerating it. Daniel took the hint and introduced a second finger. Laszlo’s busy ass kept right on grabbing at both fingers, and Daniel was thinking that it was just about time to consider trying it with the Hawaiian Nine. Then Laszlo pre-empted him. “Fuck, man, aren’t you ever going to get that cock into me?” Daniel chuckled. “Okay, since you want it so badly….” He proceeded to pull out his fingers, then squirted a generous glob of lube onto his dick, and another on his hand. He spread the lube all over his tool, and then worked it around and into Laszlo’s hole. “Okay, boy, just relax and let yourself open.” He placed the thick head of his dick against the virgin hole, already closing up again, and then leaned on it. At first the hole resisted. “Relax. Go limp, like a rag doll.” Daniel kept the pressure on, slowly leaning harder, and then came a sudden “pop” – actually audible like that – and he was in. Laszlo gasped aloud, but he kept breathing slowly and deeply. His muscles slowly eased off the clamp-down on the intruder, and the Hawaiian Nine began to slide a bit deeper inside him. Even with all the preparation, and with Laszlo so eager to be fucked for the first time, it took a good five minutes before Daniel felt his tool come up against an obstacle. Laszlo was just too small a man to take the whole thing, and he would certainly need a lot more practice before he could learn how to let his insides shift around to accommodate it. “How does it feel?” “It hurts, but it feels amazing too.” “Do you want me to pull out?” “Hell, no! Keep it in me. I want that big cock, and I want you to fuck me until it spits a big load inside me!” “Okay, since you asked.” With that, Daniel began slowly sliding in and out of the no-longer-virgin hole. Laszlo’s ass muscles were grabbing at him every inch of the way, but the younger guy was already beginning to get the knack of when to squeeze and when to relax. And Daniel was loving every minute of it. As Laszlo relaxed more into the fuck, Daniel slowly began speeding up. He wasn’t going to give this young guy a full-on pounding, not yet anyway, but he definitely wanted to let him know what it felt like to be fucked, and he definitely planned to give the boy his first load in the ass. Laszlo was paying close attention to Daniel, as well. He heard the steadily increasing rate of breathing, and the change of tone as it got harsher and shallower. Knowing the symptoms from his earlier sucking and jerking experiences, he could guess that Daniel was just about ready to breed ass. “Yeah… yeah… fuck me… fuck me, man… cum in me… breed my hole… I want it….” “Here it comes, boy. Get ready, I’m going to fill you, load you up.” “Fuck, yeah. Give it to me! Pump it in. Fucking breed me!” Daniel let out a loud groan, slammed deep inside, and Laszlo felt the pulsations of his cock against his ass ring and knew that Daniel was shooting a load deep inside his hole. His first load. Laszlo, gasped aloud, yelled “Fuck!” and his whole body contorted as his cock erupted, hands-free, splattering what looked like a quart of sperm against the legs of the table and all over the floor underneath it. Daniel groaned again as Laszlo’s orgasm caused his ass to contract violently around Daniel’s cock. After they’d had time to recover their breath, and clean up some of the mess, the two of them sat down together on the bed (which hadn’t gotten used at all yet) and watched the footage of their encounter playing on the TV screen. Before long, the video got both of them so hard that they just had to re-enact the scene, this time with Daniel lying on his back and Laszlo climbing on top and riding on that massive, thick meat. In no time, their excitement led to Laszlo spilling a second hands-free load while Daniel blasted off yet again inside that already filled ass. It had definitely been a fuck for the ages, but Daniel still hadn’t decided exactly how or when to use the video footage that had captured it for all time. And now, here he was, savouring the enthusiastic welcome from the audience of his colleagues and friends for his hot young find. From the applause, it was evident that many of the people working on the film had also met and admired – and fucked and enjoyed -- the hot young Hungarian bottom. Laszlo admitted as much when talking to Daniel after the viewing. He made no secret of the fact that working for Hawaiian Nine Studios had gotten him laid at least half a dozen times, aside from the scenes in the film. Daniel laughed at his eager young protégé’s frank description of his off-screen adventures. “Better be careful about talking too much – you wouldn’t want to make the studio owner jealous, now, would you?” Laszlo chuckled. “No, I would rather make him something much harder to handle.” Daniel simply laughed again. He was tempted to respond to the insatiable Laszlo’s blatant come-on, but he had, as always, some business to take care of the next day, and needed to save his energy. He said as much, and then turned away to talk to one of his silent partner financiers, thereby missing the crestfallen look which swept across Laszlo’s wide-eyed features. Daniel’s “business” was to audition, over the next two days, two young performers who’d applied to work with the company. Getting to audition applicants in person was one of the big fringe benefits of his work as head of a production company. He’d picked the two out of the usual weekly pile of superstar wannabes. It was a simple matter to weed out the applicants who were tops when he wanted bottoms, or vice versa, and even simpler to delete everyone who didn’t bother to read through the entire page before clicking into the application form (a large percentage of the total). These were easy to spot because they were either (a) underage or (b) covered with tattoos (an especial bugbear of Daniel’s – he hated guys plastered all over with vast swaths of ink). The first audition was Johannis, a sexy, muscular Icelandic blond with a matching beard, and a dick almost as big as Daniel’s. Daniel thought he’d make a great scene partner with Laszlo, but he needed to test-drive the hot Nordic stud himself first. Since he wanted a couple of hot tops to pair with Laszlo, his auditions had to be with himself as the bottom. Daniel actually didn’t mind at all. Unlike many porn studs, especially the gay-for-pay variety, he actually enjoyed playing versatile and switching tops and bottoms with guys that he got into bed. Almost as soon as they settled down out by the pool and he started chatting with Johannis, he found that the blond Viking enjoyed playing mix and match as much as he did, a good sign. Johannis soon turned to Daniel, and they began kissing, while Johannis slid his hands down and started playing with Daniel’s firm, muscular buns. In no time, his hands were probing into Daniel’s tight swimsuit and digging deeper into his crack. At the same time, he grasped Daniel’s hand and brought it to the growing bulge in his suit, clamping the hand onto himself. Wow, Daniel thought to himself, this is one impressive take-charge guy. As he thought that, he began working at the drawstrings, then pulling that tight suit clear of Johannis’ butt and down, allowing his cock to spring free. Daniel let himself be pushed down onto his knees, and took that cock into his mouth, sucking it deeply right down to the base. Johannis groaned, grasped Daniel’s head with both hands, and began face-fucking him energetically. After a couple of minutes, Johannis pulled Daniel up, spun him around, and pushed him down across the end of the bed. He peeled his own swimsuit the rest of the way down, tugged Daniel’s suit down and off, and then leaped in between Daniel’s legs, burying his face in between those tempting muscle mounds. Johannis ate ass for a couple of minutes, and by that time his cockhead was drooling, a bead of clear juice swinging in the air beneath his tool. He smeared that precum over the head, spat in Daniel’s crack a couple of times for good measure, then planted his cockhead against Daniel’s hole and began to lean. When the head pushed in, Daniel arched his hips upwards to give full access, and the big blond muscle top sank all the way inside his hot Hawaiian ass. Daniel was ready to take it, and Johannis was eager to give it. Almost at once, he began pounding, driving deep into Daniel’s willing hole. Daniel reached up and back to grasp his thighs, urging Johannis to plow him deeper and harder by pulling him in. It took barely a minute before Johannis gasped out that he was cumming. Daniel mentally noted a black mark as the hunk’s dick spewed its load far too quickly into his ass. But Johannis didn’t even slow down, he just kept pounding away. In another minute, he pulled out and rolled Daniel over onto his back as if the big Hawaiian were a child’s rag doll. He then plowed right back in and resumed fucking. Another ten minutes or so, and the big man was spurting a second load inside Daniel’s already full, wet hole. Daniel pushed him off, then, and Johannis flopped down on the bed beside him. “Can you always cum twice like that?” “At least.” “At least? What’s your record?” “Last year, I bred a guy four times in just over an hour.” “Fuck, that’s awesome. That will make a lot of my customers very happy. You’ve got the job.” “What? You don’t even want to test drive my ass first?” “If it’s as good as your tool, you’re going to be a star in no time.” For the record, Daniel did enjoy an awesome fuck inside Johannis’ muscular butt, giving the Icelandic stud a huge load and fucking another load out of him in the process. The man was incredible, an absolute fucking cum machine, and Daniel knew that he would make a slight change to his usual practice and allow Johannis to cum outside the hole once or twice, at least a squirt or two, just so viewers could see for themselves that he wasn’t faking it. Daniel had never met a guy who could cum as quickly and as frequently, over and over, ever single time. Things were a little different with Paulo the next afternoon. Paulo wasn’t as impressively built as Johannis, but he made it clear that he was all man and all top. Once he’d fucked Daniel with such power that Daniel himself had cum hands-free as Paulo bred him, the second deal was sealed. Daniel was very happy with his two newest finds, sure that he was going to get amazing scenes out of both of them. A few days later, an email went out to everyone involved with the production, reminding them all that the company was going on location again for a sequel. There was a big new film festival and awards gala for gay porn slated for Barcelona in three months’ time, and the company expected to scoop several trophies and plenty of publicity for Hawaiian Ramming. Daniel and his inner circle had already decided to film a sequel at Sitges, while they were there, with some of the same cast. The boring twink, Terry, wasn’t going (Daniel made very sure of that) but he had already auditioned and signed up two other cute twinks to appear in the film. Ryan was a cute-as-a-button little Irish redhead who made up in sexual stamina for what he lacked in size, being just about tall enough to stare at Daniel’s nipples when they talked. Miguel was a slim, dark-eyed guy from Mexico with the sweetest manner, almost as sweet as his lush round butt cheeks. Along with them, Laszlo, Johannis, Paulo, and Rod Rammer (whose actual name was Steve) were all going, as was Steve’s husband, Jim. Daniel would have to do a strong smooth-talker act, but he was hoping to get Jim on screen too, for a real-life husband-on-husband scene.

Chapter 1: The Life of Nine Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?” Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” “No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.” Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs. Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole. When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass. After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon. Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand. Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once. It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming. But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son. Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy. In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot. The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen. In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer. Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media. Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him. He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners. In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success. Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing. Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected. It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it. The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance. By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film. After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod. As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face. “What’s made you so happy?” “I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!” “Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.” “Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.” “Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.” They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning. “But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….” “Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.” “Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful. “Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.” “Do you miss it?” There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one. In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two. Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled. Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage. Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate. But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves. Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

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Chapter 13: The Explosion Sunday morning dawned bright and early, but the boys regained consciousness somewhat later, after what had undoubtedly been a tiring and emotionally intense day. It was Joey who slowly recovered consciousness first, becoming aware of a continuous dull roar of noise which had certainly not been there before. Then came sirens, and those woke him up all the way. He got out of bed and staggered slowly over to the window, parting the curtains slightly to look out. What he saw sent him racing back to the bed to shake Dean wide awake. “Whaa… wha the….” “Dean, get up now!” “Wha the big rush?” “I’m telling you, get out of bed and come over here!” Dean staggered over to the window in much the same fashion as Joey had done a few moments earlier. He looked out, shook his head, looked again. “Oh, shit.” North Clark Street outside the hotel was clogged from side to side by protesters. Signs and banners waved in the air. Voices shouted through megaphones. Police cars stood at the fringes of the crowd, the officers trying to force their way through towards the doors of the hotel. More police arrived as they were watching. They stepped back into the room, staring at each other. “Did we do that?” “I think we did.” “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.” “Dean, none of us were – but we probably should have been.” With that, Joey sent out a thought at large: Anyone else seen what’s out there? Dayna’s thought came in, with a forgivable edge of asperity. Finally, you’re here. We’ve been watching the show for the last hour or more, while we waited for you two and for Jaysen and Peter to clue in. Where are you all? Breakfast. Give us half an hour and we’ll join you. “Half an hour, princess? Seriously? You usually spend 3 times that pampering and primping every morning.” “Very funny, Dean. High speed today. Shower and dress on the run.” Half an hour later, they joined the other three in the restaurant. Jaysen and Peter arrived just moments after them. Wade spoke first. “Well, everyone, we are definitely in for a rough ride. I took some pics of the protesters, then cropped and blew them up. Check out the signs.” GAY CONSPIRACY STOP TEMPTING OUR CHILDREN SHIFTERS ARE Sarah Palin’S LEGION KILL ALL SHIFTING FAGS “Wow. Not much doubt about their feelings, is there?” Dayna dared a question. “Are you fellows scared?” Jaysen glanced at the others first, then replied. “This may seem scarier to you than it does to us because we’ve had this shit thrown at us all our lives. Sure, it’s scary – but it’s familiar turf.” “I was thinking just that when I said to Dean a while ago that if we didn’t foresee this, we certainly should have,” Joey put in. Jaysen went on. “And we have one huge advantage we didn’t have yesterday. Now that the whole world knows about us, there’s no need to keep cautioning ourselves not to use everything we have. Right?” Everyone took a second to absorb that, and then nodded agreement. It was a pretty big adjustment to make after anything up to nearly fifty years (in Deidra’s case) of hiding an essential part of your life, your very self, from the wider world. “A word of caution,” Joey put in. “We should maybe try to do a bit of simple experimenting before we make our move, because we have to plan on four of us moving three more who can’t move themselves around, plus bags.” “And in case anyone’s thinking about it,” Deidra went on, “I’ve never moved more than two people at the same time – yesterday – and certainly not with additional personal belongings.” “Okay, then,” Dayna said, “after we finish breakfast and I’ve gotten as much coffee as I want – and that will take a while -- we’ll go back to our rooms and try things out to see how it works.” An hour later, packed and rehearsed, they were ready to leave for the airport. After checking out on the hotel’s app, they came downstairs and moved through the lobby towards the front door. The doorman moved to intercept them, plainly unwilling to unlock and open the entrance with the crowd still outside. Just then a voice beyond the door screamed, “Here come those fucking faggot assholes now!” The crowd surged towards the door. Each of the seven got a firm hand on the baggage. Wade grasped Dayna. Peter held Jaysen. Dean held Deidra, and Joey hung onto the extra bag with all the family tree information in it. The seven of them vanished…. …and promptly materialized in the living room of Dayna’s apartment in San Diego, where the sun was just tipping over the horizon. There, they sat down and started studying the news apps on their phones. They’d hardly underestimated the danger they faced. There had been screaming crowds at both Chicago airports, and also at San Diego airport. Jaysen got a text message from a friend to tell him that his condo building, and the country club, were also besieged. The news apps were showing footage from various cities which indicated that the signs they’d seen in Chicago had been some of the milder ones. A prominent political leader described the shifters as a “gay plague” that was going to take down the country, and angrily accused the president of being “soft on shifters.” His slogan was quickly picked up, repeated, and amplified by opposition leaders in a number of countries. Online preachers in various religions exhorted their followers to murder these satanic interlopers as quickly as possible, calling it a holy crusade to purify the world. Even the normally laconic Wade was stunned by the scorching, acidic outpouring of hate and venom directed at them, and at the larger gay community. Before the day was out, several noted gay clubs were firebombed or otherwise attacked, resulting in seventy deaths. Two gays-only guest houses in Fort Lauderdale were torched. So was a gay-friendly hotel in Bangkok. More violence followed in the next few days, as the torrent of invective kept rising higher and higher. Official spokespeople of all sorts were unable to account for the vehemence and violence of the reaction. Even the representatives of various churches, synagogues, temples, and mosques gave statements, explaining that the angry behaviour and ferocious invective of their respective spiritual leaders was totally unexpected and uncharacteristic. Then, on Thursday morning, the seven suddenly received a panicky thought from Deidra – the only one of them who lived alone. They’re here! In my apartment!!! Dean immediately fired back. Where are you? In the bathroom. The door’s locked but they’re breaking it down! Coming, Mom! Dean blinked, grabbed Deidra, and blinked again just as the door gave way. Safely back in his home, he kept holding his terrified mother as she burst into hysterical tears, giving way to her terror. Dean and Joey both did their best to comfort and reassure her, but their efforts to calm her were less than effective as they were feeling far from serene themselves. As she was struggling to regain control, she had managed to sob out the words “…red…light…,” but neither Joey nor Dean picked up on it at that point. That night the first demonstrators appeared outside their home in Carlsbad. They wasted no time, packing up and getting ready to move as the crowd grew and the chanting swiftly got uglier. Dean couldn’t help feeling frustrated. They’d had that one brief afternoon of joy and freedom, one shining moment of openly being who they were in full, and now all of them, all the descendants of Nora Ludlow, were on the run and hiding out. He had no doubt that all the descendants of the other six originals were diving under cover as fast as they could go too. The sheer overpowering insanity of the reaction was eating away at all of them, reducing them to the instinctive flight-or-fight responses of hunted animals. On Friday morning, the crowd began pushing towards the house, throwing rocks and shoving aside the police who’d been sent to maintain order. Peering out between the curtains of an upstairs window which now held only jagged fragments of glass, Dean saw at least a dozen flashing red lights through the clothes of various members of the crowd. He ran back downstairs. “The emissaries are here! Time to move!” As they were gathering their things, a dull explosion blew in the door and the mob swarmed in. Three of the leaders had the red lights seen through their clothes, and those three made a beeline for Dean, Joey, and Deidra. The three of them grasped each other and vanished. But not soon enough. As soon as they landed in Dayna’s apartment and released each other, Joey flopped onto the sofa. “He got me.” Dean’s blood ran chill at those words. “Who, Joey?” “One of the emissaries. He managed to grab my arm just as we were disappearing. Good thing you were holding both of us.” Dean felt his eyes getting wet. “Joey, Can you move… you know, shift yourself?” Joey closed his eyes for a minute, and then opened them with a sad smile. “Only by standing up and walking.” “NOOOOO!!!!” Dean flung himself, sobbing, into Joey’s arms, holding him close, kissing him, desperately hoping that maybe it wasn’t too late, that maybe…. “Come on, Joey. We’re in this together, just like we always have been – just like we’ve always loved each other. I’m not giving up! You have to try, Joey. You have to try. Please, Joey, please don’t give in to the haters!” He held Joey closer, harder, hugging him fiercely. Suddenly, Joey laughed. “Dean, don’t crack my ribs – please!” With that, he vanished, and reappeared a split second later. Dean stared for a second – and then got angry. “Joey, that was NOT FUNNY!” Joey hugged Dean, gently, and said, “Dean, I wasn’t joking. That emissary touched me, and I lost the power to shift. And then I felt it flowing back into me.” Deidra looked puzzled. “But didn’t the voice tell us that it couldn’t be reversed?” “That’s what I thought.” “Actually,” Joey said slowly, “I think the voice said that they couldn’t reverse it. But apparently we can.” Dean thought for a moment. “Maybe the emissary didn’t get a big enough or long enough grip to really kill it off, because he only had a split second of contact before we vanished.” But Deidra said, “No, Dean. That’s not what Joey is telling you. Joey’s power was as dead as a doornail until you began hugging and kissing him. Remember what Joey said: ‘I felt it flowing back into me.’ The love between you two is a sight to behold. It’s rare and uncommon, and now I think we’ve seen that it’s also powerful.” While they were puzzling over that, and Dean was busily kissing Joey again, out of sheer relief, Dayna – who was studying her phone – suddenly whistled in surprise, and said, “Hey, everyone, listen to this,” as she cranked up the volume. “…a number of the crowd invaded the house, and then the entire mob fell silent and began to disperse, for no apparent reason. Carlsbad Police and other observers were at an absolute loss to explain this sudden ending of the mob attack on the home.” Dean smiled grimly. We’re not at a loss. We can see now exactly what happened. The mob was inflamed and agitated by the emissaries. There were at least a dozen of them outside the house when I looked outside. Once they’d broken in and missed their chance to catch us, that mob served no further purpose for them. Immediately, Deidra confirmed it. There was a red light in the group that broke into my place. Now other voices, which they didn’t recognize, began flooding in. That’s right. There were plenty of those little red lights in the mob at O’Hare. I saw some of them outside the Riverview Grande. Red lights in the crowd outside Parliament in London. We saw them in Singapore. So this whole international hysteria is being stirred up by the enemy evil intelligence. Then, recognizably, Jaysen’s voice: They can’t stir it up without anything to work on. We all know that the seeds of this kind of hysteria have lain in humanity for centuries, for millennia. It never takes too much to set them going. But this absolute insanity is far beyond anything else in history. And then, suddenly, so suddenly that it caught them all unawares, the room around them vanished and they were standing in a bare, white space, full of light. And the voice addressed them. Now you have understood it all. The experiment is concluded. A few minutes later, out in the wider world, every television, computer, tablet, and mobile phone screen went black while the following message scrolled up from the bottom, three times in all: YOU HAVE SURRENDERED YOUR FREE WILL TO EVIL FOR THE LAST TIME. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR FINAL CHANCE TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF HATE. NOW YOU WILL LIVE WITH YOUR PETTY HATREDS FOREVER. THE EXPERIMENT IS CONCLUDED. Epilogue: Ten Years Later Dean and Joey strolled calmly, happily, along the streets of the city in the brilliant sunshine. It never ceased amazing them to look around, seeing all the beautiful buildings, trees, lakes, and gardens, and to realize that none of it was any more than a decade old. When they’d first arrived, there’d been nothing to see. But as their minds got to work on it, along with the ten thousand others, and with the considerable help of the owners of the voice, the city had quickly come into being. Everything was spacious, everything was new and lovely, and it was the most peaceful city they’d ever seen. There was, after all, no need for vehicles. Upon arrival, all of the ten thousand had received all of the shifting powers which they hadn’t previously owned, as well as the full power of mental communication. Now, travelling anywhere was done, quite literally, in the blink of an eye. Peacefulness was a natural condition for other reasons too. Problems, which were rare, were sorted out faster than it takes to tell it, since their shared thought processes and shared experiences gave all of the population of the city a wonderful basis for unanimity of outlook and community of caring. Some of the immigrants’ habits had caused a certain degree of puzzlement. The Tarkhulians had stared in blank astonishment at such activities as Dean, Jaysen, Joey, and Peter grinding out laps in the large swimming pool, really a sizable natural lake with a side area equipped with lane lines. This was not an activity the Tarkhulians had ever undertaken themselves, but some of them quickly found it to their liking. On the other hand, since Tarkhulians reproduced by subdividing, they found the romantic and sexual habits of the newcomers both baffling and amusing. However, they did share the natural bent towards compassion with their new neighbours, so they politely concealed their bafflement and amusement. It would never have stopped any of the six younger members of the group from expressing their feelings for each other in the natural, human way. Dean in particular was humbled by the love of his Joey. When he thought how nearly he’d come to losing Joey, he knew that he would never have been able to leave him behind and would have abandoned this Utopian future to stay on Earth with Joey, if it had come to that. None of the thousands of incomers had ever forgotten that day of decision when they had suddenly found themselves all standing in that bare, white space, filled with light, while the voice explained to them that they had been removed temporarily, for their own safety, from normal space and time – and that the experiment was being concluded because the population of Earth was not ready to abandon its inherent tribalism and factionalism in favour of embracing truly the ideals of community. The voice had gone on to offer them a choice, of your own free will, of course, to either remain on Earth for good or to make the great leap forward into the next stage of being, in which case they would be removed to a new home. Those who chose to stay behind would lose their shifting powers. Tarkhuli is a planet of similar size, orbiting a similar sun, with near-identical gravity and a comparable atmosphere. The inhabitants are similar to you in many ways, and both compassionate and friendly, so you need have no fear of them. They have already advanced to the next stage successfully. We can help you in every way to adapt to this new environment, and to rebuild as much of your lives as you desire in a more welcoming society. You will never have to fear the emissaries again as they have no power to intervene in worlds where the next state of development has already been achieved. We can also assure you that, should you choose to reach this stage, one and all of you will be part of us already, and you will be earmarked to become more fully a part of us when your natural physical lifespan draws to its close. This will also hold true for your children, and for their descendants. There is no falling back from this advancement. Armed with that reassurance, the vast majority of Nora’s descendants, and the descendants of the other six originals, hadn’t hesitated for a second. The ones who stayed behind, predictably, were the few like Jaysen’s father and sisters who had used their abilities in malicious ways to increase their own sense of power. Those who were ready to make the transition could now see, more clearly than ever before, the futility and absurdity of thinking that their pathetic little attempts at manipulation of their fellows constituted any sort of true power at all. Freed from the stresses of life on Earth, not least from its assorted diseases and biting critters, the descendants of the seven originals found that life on Tarkhuli was altogether easier, smoother, more healthful, and more fulfilling. The incomers, freed from the need to earn a living, were able to devote themselves to whatever activities or interests they found most interesting or absorbing. The Seven from San Diego, as they still thought of themselves, had all remained close, a family still, even in their totally changed circumstances. Indeed, they’d planned and created a house in which there was adequate space for all of them to have their own private areas, but also a large common space where they could come together. That big common room saw some noisy celebrations at the birth of Dayna’s and Wade’s twin daughters, Nora and Nina. While all of the seven were enthralled by the new arrivals in the family, Deidra always claimed the lion’s share of cuddling time as their grandmother. The love between Dean and Joey, in all its intensity, continued to amaze their fellow migrants. It was the voice, though, which got in the last word on that subject. Although we are very powerful, we are certainly not all-powerful or all-knowing. When Dean pulled Joey back from the loss of his experimental powers, we became aware of their love as a force that was strong enough to upset all the rules as we then thought them to be. Even with our eons-old communal intelligence, we are constantly reminded of the most essential knowledge of all: that there are always new lessons to be learned.

Chapter 12: The Party The emails duly went out on schedule, and the team stood by to receive and to process replies as they came in. It took a while. This wasn’t like a concert by an A-List superstar, so they didn’t all pour back in the instant the message landed in people’s mailboxes. Over the next few months, and a reminder email sent in late August, they eventually built up a respectable guest list of nearly 500 names. Definitely better than they’d expected. Throughout this time, they saw and heard nothing more of Alek Wolter or of any others like him at any time, but they had no doubt that they were being watched. Their own discussions about their roles continued, of course. Wade, the latest arrival into the group, was the one who asked a very interesting question one night. “Has it struck any of you as odd that we’re just going right ahead and doing this on the say-so of some sort of a higher-intelligence being of which we know nothing beyond what it’s told us? I mean, we could easily have told that voice to “fuck off” and carried on with our lives, or just ignored it and walked away, but it never seems to have occurred to any of us that such possibilities even exist.” One and all agreed that this was a very good question indeed and none of them really knew the answer to why they were all acting on the directives given by the voice. It was Dayna, the fiercely independent and strong-willed Dayna, who responded thoughtfully: “Maybe we’re already more a part of the voice and what it represents than we are of this world as it now stands.” In due course, the first weekend of October rolled up, and the seven, with their strategy for the weekend all planned, set out for Chicago. Mindful of security in a way they had never been before, they’d had Joey arrange all the travel for the seven of them on a burner phone, and they’d spread themselves out across several different flights. Everyone managed the trip with no problems or hassles beyond the normal flying issues. On Friday night, the four gay boys went down to a bar a few blocks away from the hotel and had themselves a great time meeting a whole crowd of visitors and local men. Just by asking questions, they managed to locate four who were here for the reunion, and said, “Hey, so are we,” following up with Jaysen’s invitation to his premium suite on one of the upper floors of the hotel at eleven. Soon after 10:30, they left to walk back, dress down, and settle in there with a drink, and at 11:00 sharp came the first knock on the door. As soon as they arrived, each of the four guests was told, “Underwear or speedos only – or less.” Then they were shown to the second bedroom to get into more relaxed dress. All four of the visitors opted to be as relaxed as possible. Soon all eight of them were assembled in the living room, with drinks in hand and conversation flowing easily. As Dean had shrewdly pointed out, making them all dress down on arrival was a good way of making sure no one sported one of those pesky red-light implants winking at them. Once they’d realized that everyone was good to go, the guys began mingling with more than just their words. As the hands began getting to work, the drinks went down while the cocks came up. In just a few minutes more, they’d all paired off, and four cocks were being sucked industriously. Adam, a husky guy with a linebacker build, was being licked and slurped by Peter, who always loved the challenge of a big cock. Darin, a cute little blond twink, was down on his knees and busily servicing Jaysen. Pat, a lanky athletic redhead, had Joey working over his big uncut tool. Zane, a dark-haired beauty with the firmest, roundest ass in the room, had won the race to the bottom, so to speak, by deep-throating Dean’s tool all the way while the others were still on the upper end. It wasn’t long before Dean got Zane to stand up, and then lie down on his back on the sofa, so he could bend down and go right to town with his tongue in between those beautiful swelling ass cheeks. Zane moaned delightedly as Dean’s tongue began washing down his crack and stroking the magic little knot. Jaysen wasn’t far behind in getting Darin to follow suit, and as he dug in he quickly discovered that Darin had a very experienced ass indeed, judging by the way it opened right up and began chewing on his tongue almost at once. Meanwhile, Peter and Joey switched places, and it was only a minute later that Pat began running his hand down Peter’s back, bending over until his long arm could reach all the way to the target and begin stroking Peter’s hole, pressing against it. Adam took an even more direct approach, picking Joey up under the arms like a rag doll and taking him through to the bedroom where he dropped Joey onto the bed, then rolled him over onto his face and dived right into his crack. Not long after that, four cocks were buried inside four asses, three couplings on the bed while Dean was thrusting into Zane’s sweet, rounded butt on the sofa. He’d already made up his mind that this sexy ass was the one he most wanted to breed this night. Zane’s hole was nice and tight, so Dean actually didn’t last long. He was hot to go, he was horny as hell, and since he’d been saving up, he knew that he was good to go for at least three rounds tonight. Zane, for his part, was beating his meat so fast that Dean knew it was almost time for him too. “You ready to cum?” “Fuck, yeah. Give me that load, Dean, I’m just about to blow.” Dean speeded up, always eager to oblige, and pounded deep and fast into Zane, both of them moaning as Zane’s dick erupted all over his abs. Moments later, Dean grunted out, “fucking cumming in your hole” and slam-fucked Zane repeatedly as his dick blasted off multiple squirts inside that tight butt. Some cheers came from the bedroom as Dean scored the first breeding of the night, but the cheers quickly turned to more moans as some of the others weren’t far behind. Jaysen was driving hard into Darin’s hole, and soon erupted inside him. Darin at once proved himself to be the real slut of the group. As Jaysen pulled out of him, he promptly cried out, “More cock! I need more!” That set Adam off, and he shot a big load inside Joey, then promptly pulled out and turned to Darin, pushing his big slimy tool into Darin’s dripping-wet ass. “Mmm, I love sloppy seconds,” Adam moaned as he started pumping Darin’s sexy boy pussy. Lanky Pat was lying on his back, holding onto Peter’s hips as Peter bounced up and down on his cock. Pat’s long, thin shaft didn’t strain Peter’s hole too much, but it certainly kept on bumping into just about everything else inside – especially the one spot that mattered the most. Peter’s beautiful dark face was twisted into an ecstatic grimace as he came hard while riding Pat’s tool, and then kept experiencing more and more orgasmic convulsions long after the juices stopped running out of his tool. At last, the endless clutching of his hole on Pat’s tool brought Pat off too, and he spewed an epic load which was already running out of Peter around Pat’s cock even as Pat was still pumping more of it into him. Joey meanwhile had turned his attention to Adam, and had started licking and sucking on his ass, then thrusting a finger into it, while Adam was busy plowing Darin. Getting no negative response, and plenty of what sounded like approving grunts and groans, Joey got up behind Adam, planted his well-lubed cock against Adam’s hole and let Adam impale himself on it as he was pulling back from Darin’s hole, then sliding forward off Joey’s shaft as he drove back into Darin. Inspired by Joey’s example, Dean returned to Zane, this time to suck on his dick for a minute and then sit down on it. Zane had rarely had a chance to top because every guy he met was so swept away by his beautifully rounded ass, but he rose to the challenge in more ways than one and was soon slamming his way upwards into Dean’s ass with tremendous energy. In no time, he reached the point of no return, and let his load fly into Dean’s ready hole. After he pulled out, he turned his attention to Peter, wanting to feel Peter’s tool inside him. He grabbed Peter’s cock, sucked on it for a minute or so, and then rolled onto his back and lifted his legs, urging Peter to “Fuck me, Peter – give it to me all the way and fill me up.” At the same time, Joey speeded up his rate of fucking, being super turned on by Adam’s husky, muscular body under him, and blew a generous load deep inside Adam’s ass, forcing Adam even deeper inside Darin. At that, Adam realized that he was ready to cum himself, and started slam-fucking Darin as hard as he could go the moment Joey pulled out of him. In only seconds, Adam reached the point of no return and started pumping his seed into Darin’s ass cunt. Meanwhile, Darin had been inspecting every cock in the room, and realized that the biggest one there was Adam – and Adam was just breeding him now. But after Adam at last pulled out of him, he was by no means done, and when Jaysen approached him again, he offered himself once more. Lying back, he lifted his legs and let Jaysen slide into his now-dripping hole. Darin couldn’t help moaning that he wanted more, more. Jaysen chuckled and said, “Well, you’ve come to the right place.” Suddenly, Darin let out an actual cry of shock as his hole, without warning, was instantly stretched widely open. The attractive young-ish man fucking him had suddenly turned into a huge black muscle stud and his massive tool was giving Darin all the “more, more” that his hole could stand, and then some. The other three visitors all stared in shock. “Shit, how did he do that?” Adam asked. “It’s his ability. He’s a shape-shifter,” Dean replied. “Damn, that’s impressive.” Dean actually found his heart warming to these younger guys as they showed the same lack of concern that he and Joey had shared in their younger days. They were, he thought, far more accepting of their true selves than many of their elders might prove to be tomorrow, and he guessed that this was of a piece with the same self-acceptance that being gay demanded of you. That was for tomorrow, though. Right now, as Errol plowed Darin’s ass to depths it had never experienced before, Darin slowly lapsed into an erotic trance where he lost track of everything except his ass and the incredible sensations Errol was giving it. Even Errol’s commands to “squeeze my tool, boy” and warnings that he was “going to give you my babies in your hot little boy pussy” hardly registered with him, as he felt his ass starting to go wild. It was only a minute after Errol invaded him that he started cumming, and from then on he was having a non-stop chain of orgasms, his face contorting and his hole contracting over and over and over, on and on until he could barely draw breath. This was all old news to Errol, who’d had this effect on several of the younger men he’d fucked, including Peter, but it was a completely new sensation to Darin. This talented twenty-something had taken all kinds of dicks, singly and in pairs, and even tried a couple of super-size-me dildos, but he’d never had an endless orgasmic experience anything like this one. By now, all the others had gathered around, watching in awe as Errol drove Darin completely around the bend and into next year with his magic fuck stick. At last, though, Errol felt his load rising and began telling Darin that he was “going to breed you, boy, I’m going to spurt my whole nut inside you, knock you up with my babies.” It’s doubtful if Darin even heard or took in what Errol was saying as he was so far gone. Errol grunted and gave one last vicious slam into Darin’s gaping hole, then followed up with a series of quick rabbit-punch thrusts as his huge load pumped out, shot after shot, until he had saturated every inch of Darin’s colon. The others who were standing around cheered loudly while three or four of them went crazy with their hands, spewing their loads all over Darin’s twisting, sweating body. Errol pulled out, and they watched in awe – “Holy fuck, look at all that spooge!”, one of them said – as his massive load began to pour out of the gaping hole which Darin simply couldn’t close at all. And then, just as suddenly, Jaysen was back, gasping for air and gently soothing the inflamed skin on his cock. It had taken quite a beating. Darin was slowly coming down and recovering his breath. Zane stared in admiration. “That was un-fucking-believable! Can I take him home with me?” Peter laid down on the bed next to Jaysen and cuddled him. “Sorry, Zane, he’s already taken.” “Can’t blame a guy for asking.” Jaysen chuckled. “And before you ask the next question, Zane, no, I don’t have enough steam left to go again tonight. Turning into Errol is a tiring business, especially in an orgy!” Everyone laughed at that, and the party slowly broke up as the visiting team showered one by one, then dressed and left. At last, only four remained, and Dean and Joey were tidying themselves up to return to their room. “Sure you don’t want to sleep here with us? This bed’s more than big enough!” “No, thanks, Peter,” Dean replied. “We’ve got an even bigger day coming tomorrow, and I have my own wounds to lick.” “So do I,” Joey replied. “Dean, how about we lick each other until we fall asleep?” “That’s the best offer I’ve heard all night.” “Okay, you two, get a room,” Jaysen growled – but with a twinkle in his eye. “Oddly enough, that is exactly what we were going to do. See you in the morning, guys!” After they’d left, Peter snuggled in closer to Jaysen, purring contentedly as he settled into his favourite position, with his head resting on Jaysen’s chest. His fingers traced idly through Jaysen’s light coating of hair as he thought his thoughts. Then he murmured, “I just love watching those two together. So much love that it comes out of them in strong waves.” “And we don’t?” “We do, but they’re kind of on another level altogether when they get absorbed in each other.” Jaysen nodded, smiling. “I know what you mean, Peter. They’re the best role models I’ve ever seen for how we want to be with each other. And we’re catching up with them.” As he gently stroked Peter’s hair, the two of them drifted off to sleep with smiling faces. In the morning, the seven all assembled for an 11:00 brunch in the hotel’s restaurant, securing a small private alcove where they could put the finishing touches on their strategy for the day, and the script for the big meeting. Several of them took the waiter’s advice and ordered the hotel’s signature cinnamon-raisin-almond French toast, and it was incredible, especially with their house-made raspberry syrup. The private blend coffee which was another hotel exclusive was equally captivating. During this discussion, Peter asked, “Aren’t you afraid that Wolter and his henchmen may turn up and try to disrupt the day?” Dean grinned. “I’m not afraid. In fact, I’m counting on it. And we’re ready.” Peter looked like he was ready to question further, but Jaysen laid a hand on his and shook his head, pointing over Dean’s shoulder at a blonde woman standing across the restaurant and watching them. Sure enough, a red light flashed under her white blouse. “You’re right, Dean. They’re here. Blonde woman across the room, looking at us.” Dean swivelled around and the others stared coldly at the woman as well. She turned and quickly walked away. They headed down to the area outside the hotel ballroom at 1:00pm. With the event set to start at 3:00 pm, that gave them ample time to sign in and check ID for all of the participants as they arrived. Dean and Joey worked the registration table, with Wade and Deidra doing the ID checks. Inside the ballroom, Jaysen and Peter were working on last minute details on the set-up and conferring with the sound tech Jaysen had hired – who was himself a member of the clan. Over to the side of the stage, Dayna was busily talking in an intense undertone with several people, two men and two women, also clan members, whom she had met over cocktails the previous night in the hotel restaurant. By 2:00, the big room was starting to fill up nicely, and by 2:45 there were people seated at every table, with more still arriving. It actually took until about 3:10 to finish registering the last of the guests, and then the doors were closed -- and it was time to start. Dean and Dayna walked out onto the stage together. “Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Dean Coultridge.” “And I’m his smarter twin, Dayna.” That brought a laugh. “Welcome to the first-ever family reunion for all living descendants of Nora Ludlow. For the record, there are 529 of us here today, and that’s almost exactly half of all the known living descendants we’ve managed to track. At some point during the day, please take some time to visit the family tree displayed on those boards… (she gestured towards the right-hand wall) …and let us know if there are any people you know of whose names are missing. We’d appreciate that help very much.” Dean took up the thread again. “As many of you will certainly have guessed by now, this is not going to be just a normal family reunion because ours isn’t just a normal family. During the course of the weekend, we’re going to share some important things we’ve learned that we feel you have a right to know as well.” As he was saying this, Dean glanced at the back of the room. Sure enough, there were Alek Wolter, the blonde woman, and three others. They had spread out across the back of the room and were standing by the wall like statues, not moving, not speaking. He kept an eye on them as the opening presentation continued with Dayna now speaking. “Of course, the key to what makes this family so memorable is the aspect which all of us share, but which few of us have ever felt comfortable sharing with anyone else.” As she was saying this, she was walking down off the stage and out into the body of the hall. “Isn’t that right, Dean?” “Absolutely.” As he said it, he suddenly stood there beside her. “Dean, I told you to bring me a glass of water when you joined me.” “Sorry, Dayna.” She held out her hand and a glass of water appeared in it. By now the audience was definitely chuckling, seeing these two so casually and openly displaying what so many of them had so long struggled to keep hidden. Dayna took a sip of water, and then continued. “We want you to meet the rest of our group of seven, as we call ourselves, because all seven of us have worked together to reach the point where we could call this reunion together. First of all, our mother, Deidra.” Deidra walked graciously out on stage, acknowledged the applause, and then blinked – and Dean and Dayna were standing right beside her on the stage again. Dean protested. “Mom, have I ever told you how annoying it is when you keep yanking me back to stand beside you as if I were still 5 years old?” The chuckles had become roars of laughter. “Next up,” Dayna went on, “our good friend Jaysen Macaleister and his partner, Maʻafu-ʻo-limuloa Limohi.” Peter’s face lit up with a broad smile as she pronounced his traditional ancestral name to perfection, leaving him free to step forward with his usual tag line, “But just call me Peter – everyone does, even my family.” Dean went on. “This is my partner, Giuseppe Florenzi, known to one and all as….” “Joey.” He waved and bestowed a broad, dazzling smile on the crowd. Dayna finished off the introductions. “And here’s my partner, Wade Austed. Go, fellows!” On that cue, the four who could do it suddenly reappeared in four quadrants of the room. Dayna, Deidra, and Jaysen remained on the stage. Then Dayna added, “Oh, and before I forget, meet Errol.” Jaysen instantly changed into the taller, heavier, older, more muscular, and definitely blacker Errol -- to loud gasps from the audience. It was definitely the rarest of the shifting abilities, and Jaysen had found a most dramatic way of drawing attention to himself. Dean was keeping an eye on Wolter the entire time and noticed precisely the moment when he moved slowly towards the doors of the hall. At that, Dean popped back onto the stage, and said, “Okay, now you’ve met all of us, and seen the special shifting abilities each of us got. It’s time for all of you to get up and mingle, get around, meet your distant cousins, and share notes and experiences with each other. We want this to be a fun time, because what’s a family reunion without some fun time for social interactions? Just one thing: we’re going to give you about half an hour, maybe a bit more, because we have some more serious information to share with you after this. So when you hear this sound….” Dean held up a compressed-air foghorn and the raucous blare filled the hall. “When you hear that, please return to your present seats by absolutely the quickest method possible – if you know what I mean.” He winked broadly, and the audience responded with a roar of laughter. It was working perfectly. Alek Wolter had his hand on the door handle. He was playing right into the trap which they had set for him. “And on the count of three, it’s social time! One… two… three… GO!” All over the hall, people leaped to their feet, vanished, reappeared, vanished again. Drinks and snacks were disappearing off tables and reappearing who knew where. A hubbub of excited voices and laughter filled the air, and the reunion was off to a roaring start. Alek Wolter yanked the door open, and the half-dozen news videographers he had summoned poured into the hall, capturing the incredible spectacle on video. Wolter and his associates waited until the crowd and the videographers alike were preoccupied with the eye-popping activity all around them. Then they began moving in slow sinister fashion towards the edges of the crowd. Wolter was flexing his hands like a bandit getting ready to swipe a diamond necklace. That’s when Dean quickly sent out a high-energy thought: Dayna! NOW! Dean watched from the stage as Wolter’s grim face suddenly dissolved into an expression of confusion. A plastic-wrapped steel cable had appeared out of nowhere, wrapping itself over and over with lightning-fast speed around his arms and body, then around his thighs, and then around his calves and ankles. At the same time, a thick cloth stuffed itself into his mouth, and then wrapped and tied itself around the back of his head. A pair of heavy-duty clamps then materialized, securing the loose ends to other parts of the cable – and in far less time than it takes to tell it, Wolter was pinioned. The red light behind his shirt was flashing frantically on and off, but there was nothing he could do. Around the perimeter of the hall, his four associates were likewise trapped, wrapped, and gagged. No one in the hall paid any attention to them except for Dean, Dayna, and four other key people. Suddenly, with no warning, the five emissaries vanished. Nobody apart from the six people watching had even seen them. The videographers may have looked around for them afterwards, but that search was pointless. Wolter-and-company had been but now they were gone – to some other place altogether. After another twenty minutes, Dean checked his watch and raised the foghorn. All the media cameras were still running, so the timing was perfect. He blasted the foghorn and, in the space of five seconds, three-quarters of the people in the hall were sitting down once again, with the rest making their way back to their tables briskly as their movement was not now blocked by the hundreds of others already seated. “I hope you all enjoyed that as much as I did,” Dean said without a hint of irony. “We’ll have other opportunities for you to meet each other through the rest of the weekend. For now, though, we need to have a slightly more serious talk with you. At this point, I’m asking the videographers to kindly leave the hall. You’ve gotten some splendid footage, I’m sure, but we have other and more private matters which we need to discuss now.” He waited for the journalists to leave, and then went on. “I’m going to get Joey to join me for this part, since the story really begins with him.” Joey took up the thread, talking briefly about his unhappy earlier life, his first meeting with Dean where he sensed a kind of connection, their subsequent second meeting and his realization that there was indeed a connection, and that he wasn’t the only person in the whole crazy world who shared this kind of weird ability – and how that discovery transformed his own view of life. “All of you who shared a similar kind of liberated feeling on making the same discovery, please raise your hands.” Easily four-fifths of the hands went up. Dean then narrated how they had first heard the voice and went on to retell the subsequent occasions when the voice had spoken to them. He paused briefly, to ask how many other people had heard a similar voice in their bodies. This time, the number of hands raised was smaller, but still scattered widely throughout the huge crowd. Dayna now described the research they had done, and the discoveries they had made, step by step, ending with the most startling one of all – that Peter might share their abilities, but he was not a descendant of Nora Ludlow. That brought a number of gasps. As Dean and Dayna had both rightly guessed, they weren’t the only family researchers in the crowd – but all had fallen into the same error of assuming that Nora had been the only progenitor of the “shifters,” as they now routinely thought of themselves. It was time. Dean now explained in detail what the voice had said to them on the last occasion they had heard it, and how they now knew that there were seven forebears. “We weren’t told, but we assume that the seven were geographically spread around the globe – perhaps one each for North and South America, one for Europe, one for north and west Asia, one for south and east Asia, one for Africa, and one for Australia and Oceania – or something of that sort. “We know this much for certain, at least, that Peter’s ancestor was born in Tonga the same year as Nora was born here in Chicago, and we guess that whatever happened to them occurred at birth, or at least at some point before they reached puberty – that would be somewhere in between 1890 and, say, 1912 – give or take a bit. We’re also quite sure that the voice we have heard must also have spoken to our seven forebears, since Nora herself told her granddaughter, when she was asked about the special abilities, ‘You’ll have to ask the Starman.’ Since then, the abilities to shift appear to have spread entirely by the blood line. If that’s true in our case, it would seem logical that it should also be true in the lines of the other six originals.” Dayna picked up the thread. “The voice appears to represent some kind of overarching intelligence, so advanced as to be free of the need for a physical self, whose mission is to shepherd the growth of intelligence throughout the universe. We here, all of us, are the product of an experiment by which this intelligence hopes that humanity may become ready to move to the next and higher stage of its development. “One thing we feel quite certain to be true: the owner of the voice has been watching and supervising us all our lives, and we are sure that this greater intelligence is thoroughly aware and knowledgeable about every single person in this room, and all the others who are not here. “One other important point which we have clearly noted: the voice informs us, advises us, suggests our course of action, but never threatens or compels us to do anything. We all remain free agents, with complete liberty to choose our own direction. We have also heard the voice state, more than once, that the highest value we should seek for ourselves is the value of compassion. And to us it seems completely clear that compassion necessarily must be the polar opposite of compulsion.” Dean spoke again. “In that spirit, I must pass on to you a warning which the voice gave us, a warning about the emissaries of a spirit of negation and evil which will seek to disrupt our progression by any means possible. Since this evil intelligence cannot, like the one which speaks to us, directly intervene in the actions of humanity, it has to send emissaries in the shape of humans. You can recognize them by the tiny flashing red light which appears here,” as he gestured to his heart. “It is their communication link with the power which has sent them. They are strong, but they have no other powers beyond those shared by every human. That gives us an advantage in avoiding them – for avoid them we must. If one of those emissaries touches us, we will lose our special powers and be deleted from the experiment. But we will also be deleted if we use force to injure or kill them, since the use of dangerous force is also the negation of compassion.” Deidra now spoke. “We’re going to give you some time now to discuss these matters amongst yourselves, and to sort out your feelings about what we have told you. We have shared with you what we know. We’re acutely aware that there is still far more that we do not know. We’ll be moving around the hall as you talk. Feel free to flag us down for any advice or questions.” The meeting now moved into a kind of more serious, seminar-like mode -- a world removed from the earlier joyous free-for-all. All of the seven were moving around in different areas of the hall, giving people a chance to seek clarification from them. The more open-ended format gave Dean a chance to talk to Dayna for a minute. “So, what happened to Wolter and company?” “They’re fine. We dropped them off, safe and sound.” “Dropped them off? Dayna?” It was the same penetrating tone in which their mother had once addressed them when trying to find out which of her two mischievous toddlers had gotten into the cookie jar. “After Lex, Theo, Andrea, and I got them all neatly trussed up, Julie shifted them off to Pitcairn Island.” “Dayna! Seriously?” “Yup. Nice remote location. Very quiet and peaceful. Should take them quite a while to make their way back to civilization from there.” “I always knew you had a dangerous, devious mind, dear sister! Anyway, neat work, getting all those cables and clamps ready for them and then finding several other people who could shift those things and wrap them up so quickly.” After another hour, the foghorn called everyone back to order. This time, it was Jaysen and Peter who rose to speak, Peter going first. “The most significant thing that has happened to the seven of us has been the discovery of a new ability, the ability to speak to each other in our thoughts. For most of us, it arrived after a moment of major shock, or major emotional upheaval. At first, we were hearing each other’s voices speaking in clear words, inside our heads, but now we have found that even our thought processes fly between us at lightning-fast speeds. Some of you may well find yourselves developing such an ability after the events of this weekend, and if you do, we’d certainly be happy to discuss it with you. The important thing to remember if you do is that it’s a kind of secure channel – since our enemies, the evil emissaries, lack this ability.” Then Jaysen took up the challenge of wrapping the afternoon session. “You may not have noticed earlier on that we were being filmed, but by now – if you check your phones or tablets – you will see that we are front-page news all over the planet. You may very well want to discuss during dinner how you may consider dealing with this when you return home, as there’s a very good chance that one or more people you know will see you in the news videos. “This is undoubtedly more than you bargained for, and for that we apologize. We did not summon the news media here – that was the work of the enemy emissaries which Dean described for you earlier – but in actual fact it squares exactly with the mission which the voice laid out for us the last time it spoke: that it was time to reveal our presence to the world. “In the end, we feel certain that the mere fact that there are so many of us – many thousands more than are here, remember – makes it even more essential than ever before for us not to cower or hide in shadow any longer. We are who we are, and it’s time for us to stop hiding and live our lives openly. We owe that equally to our ancestors and to our children!” There was loud applause and enthusiastic cheering, but also some noises of disagreement. Then everyone was asked to vacate the room for an hour so the hotel staff could set the tables for dinner. The seven got together for a quick moment before dinner was served. Dayna had a chance then to update the others on how Wolter and the other emissaries had been neutralized and removed from the scene without any harm. Everyone congratulated her on the neatness of her plan. During the meal, there were no more speeches, but there were many animated conversations, and those continued long past dinner around the bar in the anteroom. It was plain that the clan were – for the most part – ready and willing to deal with the fallout from the very public revelation of their abilities which was even now roaring all around the world’s media. Time would tell how well that readiness would hold once the ensuing firestorm burst upon them.

Chapter 11: The Threat When all the planning discussion had ended, they all sat back, looking a bit exhausted – not from hearing the voice, but from the sheer amount of information that their brains had just processed. As Dean said later, it was like taking an all-nighter of final exam cramming for a course where you’d skipped four-fifths of the classes, and then squeezing it all into a quarter of an hour. What had become clear to all of them was that they had been overruled. For months, they (or most of them) had demurred from the possibility of contacting other members of the Nora Ludlow bloodline. Now, it had become plain that the duty imposed on them by the voice truly forced them to do this with the results of all their research as a first step. Several of them took part in the work of locating and booking a venue for their planned event. A great deal of anxious thought went into writing the mass email they planned to send out. Each of them took a turn at playing the skeptical recipient, wondering why somebody had sent them an email invitation to a reunion of descendants of someone they’d never even heard of. Thanks to her extensive theatre background, Dayna did this better than anyone – although the eternally-sardonic and ironic Deidra ran her a close second. Jaysen, too, proved to be surprisingly good at picking holes in their communal efforts. In the end, they’d come up with a letter which had withstood the most determined efforts to knock it apart, a letter which (they hoped) combined the qualities of enticement and open-eyed innocence in equal quantities. By common consent, it had been created as a joint missive from Dean and Dayna. Since both of them had careers where they could be easily researched by suspicious readers, it was hoped that there names would serve as a guarantee of sincerity. ******************** Dear __________: We’re writing to you today to send you an exciting invitation to our extended family reunion. We are planning to bring together as many as possible of the nearly one thousand known living descendants of Nora Ludlow, who was born in Chicago in 1890 and passed away in that city in 1939. To give you a reference point, we are 31-year-old twins, and Nora Ludlow was our three-times-great-grandmother. It’s time for all of us to be seen and heard! Our own family has proven to be full of people with unusual skills and interests, and we’re sure the same will be true of all of you as well. We’ll be looking forward to sharing these unique skills and interests with each other. At this reunion, we will have some striking family-related news to communicate to all of you. The reunion is planned for Chicago, in order to make attendance as easy as possible, especially for those coming from outside the country. We’re looking forward to getting to meet in person as many of you as can make it. The big reunion will be held on the weekend of October 3-5, 2025, at the Riverview Grande Hotel, 290 N Clark St, Chicago, IL 60654, with the main event at 3:00 pm on Saturday, October 4. At this event, there will be hors d’oeuvres and a free bar, with dinner to follow. PLEASE REPLY to this email invitation by September 19, 2025, to indicate whether you will be “coming”, “not coming”, or “possible but not yet sure.” If coming [1] Indicate any dietary concerns which we will do our best to accommodate. [2] Transfer $35 for dinner to the reunion email address given below. For any more detailed questions or concerns, email us at: [think before following links] https://ludlowclanreunion.org/admins/ Note: Due to the size of the group being invited, we can only accommodate at this event those people who are direct bloodline descendants of Nora Ludlow. For hotel reservations, at the special reunion rate of $119/night, send email with “Ludlow Clan Reunion” in the subject line to: [think before following links] https://riverviewgrandechiil.com/ Yours truly, Dean Coultridge and Dayna Coultridge, Reunion Organizing Co-Chairs, San Diego CA ******************** Jaysen was the first to volunteer to underwrite part of the cost to keep the prices reasonable. Others in the group volunteered what they could afford. Jaysen also gave them some invaluable help in organizing and setting up a whole series of blind email addresses so they could send the messages out from multiple accounts without getting snagged by anti-spamming regulations, since every message was to be personally addressed. Then, they divided the entire list of email addresses – well over 900 of them – into seven equal lists, and everybody took a share of the letter-addressing responsibility. All the emails were set to go out at 2:00 am Pacific time on Thursday, May 1. And all of the seven crossed their fingers and waited with bated breath as that date drew near. On the previous Saturday, Dean and Joey were having dinner at the club with Dayna and Wade, laughing in the most carefree way at Dean’s stories of the antics of passengers on a business flight he’d been on earlier in the week, when a shadow fell across the table. “Good evening.” They looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar, deep-toned voice and met a pair of dark, staring eyes. “My name is Alek Wolter, and I am here in the interest of the family of one Nora Ludlow. I’ve been reliably informed that you have been displaying a great deal of interest in her, and in all of her descendants, lately.” Dayna cast her eyes down. It was plain that the dark-suited, dark-eyed Mr. Wolter was giving her a severe case of “the creeps.” Wade slid a little closer and put his arm around her. Dean was also getting a serious bad vibe, but he answered civilly. “Is it strange that we should show an interest in our ancestors and our relatives?” “Perhaps not strange, no. Perhaps ‘uncomfortable’ might be closer to the truth.” “Uncomfortable for whom?” Joey wasn’t being quite so civil in tone as Dean, and Wolter turned a cold gaze on him. “While it would perhaps make my… ‘clients’… uncomfortable, it will almost certainly become uncomfortable for all of you, and the others.” As he said those words, Joey felt a distinct chill, as if a gust of cold air had blown over him – but the air wasn’t moving. At the same time, he noticed something else. Through the material of Wolter’s crisply-ironed white shirt, he could just make out a tiny red light flashing over the breastbone. Dean took up the thread again. “What do you want with us?” Wolter laughed. He actually laughed, and all four of them felt their flesh creeping. “With you? I want nothing with you. You are of no interest to me. I am here to protect the interests of the people I represent. And it is in their interest that you should stop your investigations, at once.” Dayna spoke in that icy, challenging tone which had served her so well with numerous obnoxious men through the years who refused to take no for an answer. “And if we don’t?” Wolter paused for a moment and Joey saw the light flashing again before he spoke. “There will be certain… repercussions.” Dean resumed his politest tone. “Thank you for stopping by to speak to us. We’ll take into account everything you’ve said as we decide how to proceed.” Wolter gave a slight bow, with a mocking grin on his face, then turned and left them. Joey immediately sent out a thought message to all of them: Talk about something else. Let’s not discuss this until we’re in private. Their agreeing thoughts came in one by one. The remainder of dinner was accompanied by some amusing theatre stories from Dayna, and by Dean discreetly prodding Wade to find out a bit about his earlier life and family background. As they rose from the table, Dayna invited them all to her condo for a nightcap. Once they were all seated in Dayna’s living room, the debriefing began, with Joey the first one to speak. “He’s bad news, no question about it, but I think he has nothing to do with any relatives of Nora Ludlow. Did anyone else notice the flashing red light?” They shook their heads. “Just a small light, right here…” and he thumped his breastbone, just by the heart, “…but I could see it through his shirt front. There were a couple of times when he paused in speaking to us while that light flashed two or three times – and then he went on. It was like he was listening to some kind of instructions.” “Like orders from above.” “Right, Wade. So he’s a representative, an emissary, of some kind.” “The question is, for whom?” Wolter is dangerous. You should avoid him as much as possible. He and his kind can ruin the entire experiment. Do not let him physically touch you, ever. There was the voice again. And Dean took up the challenge. “I know that you said we shouldn’t ask you but ask ourselves and we have done that. But is there any more you can tell us about Alek Wolter and the danger he represents to the experiment?” Yes. It is time that you should know. We represent the great overarching collective intelligence which grows out of and guides all of the universes. It is our particular mission to guard and guide this universe and guide the growth of intelligence wherever we find it within these confines. Our experiment with you and your world is to foster the development of those positive powers and qualities of mind in your race, always mingled with and tempered by the essential, fundamental spirit of compassion. You correctly described Wolter as an emissary. He was sent by the rebellious malicious intelligence which seeks always to undermine our quest. In parting company with the positive force, this negative or evil intelligence, which we can call the “Undermind,” severely limited its ability to influence the course of evolution, although it also gained significant powers which we do not share. Since the Undermind cannot itself directly intervene in the growth and development of the universes, it must send out emissaries in the shape of an inhabitant race of a specific world. Wolter, and the others like him who have been sent into your world, are these emissaries. They have been sent here because the Undermind has become aware of this experiment, and of how near it has come to achieving the breakthrough which is our objective. The emissaries have great physical strength and endurance but, unlike yourselves with your shifting and thinking abilities, they possess no powers which are not shared by the entire human race. This limitation on them is your best and surest defence in dealing with them. The flashing red light which you have seen comes from a tiny implant which is their communication channel to the power of the Undermind which sent them. Since they have only limited abilities to think for themselves, the emissaries’ need to pause for instructions from their sender will always give you a slight time advantage in dealing with them. It is critically important that you do not allow them to physically touch you. If they do, they can instantly remove your shifting and thinking abilities, thereby deleting you from the experiment. The deletion cannot be reversed by us. The other way in which such a deletion can occur is if you personally cause any physical harm to one of the emissaries, or to any of your fellow human beings. In such a case, deletion will follow because you have abandoned the core principle of compassion. Now that these emissaries have come, you must proceed with your work will all possible speed, to lead your people towards the breakthrough which will help them transcend the current limits of their physical life within this world. The four of them sat and stared at each other after the voice fell silent. At last, Dean spoke. “We need to get together with the other three as fast as possible.” He lapsed into thought-speech. Mom? Jaysen? Peter? One after another, their replies came in. Did you pick up that long speech from the voice? Again, they all agreed. Let’s get together right now. We’re at Dayna’s place in town. You all know where it is. Mom, are you at home? I can come and get you. Within moments, Jaysen and Peter appeared in the room, just as Deidra’s affirmative response came through. Dean vanished, and reappeared ten seconds later, holding Deidra close to him. Now, the seven were all assembled. They had plenty to discuss.

Chapter 10: The Eyes Over the course of the next few weeks, Jaysen had a number of further conversations with Dean and Joey in which he found out even more details about their experiences and what they had discovered. As Dean pointed out, now that Jaysen had made the breakthrough and joined the circle of those who could use the thought-speech, he could consider himself among those whom the mystery voice had characterized as “experiencing the next stage of the experiment.” Joey, for his part, reminded both of them of the part of that strange encounter which had most impressed him: the moment when the voice had told him to ask no questions of it, but to ask themselves. All three of them had now realized that this meant they had embarked on not just a fascinating research project but a voyage of self-discovery. What this self-discovery might uncover, of course, was variable for each of them. Jaysen may have had a higher degree of self-awareness than the other two, but he was not such a fool as to believe that he had reached some destination which they had not. It meant only that he had gotten a bit further in the process than Dean and Joey had yet done. They also had a get-together with Dayna, to share with her what they had found out and what they felt it might all mean. Dayna was mightily surprised to find out that the shallow, incoherent, incompetent drunk Jaysen (as she had thought of him) turned out to be articulate and thoughtful to a degree which she had never suspected. The discovery of his connection to the others and of the unexpected ability to speak his thoughts had changed him out of all measure. Nor were they the only ones to notice. Members of the country club certainly noticed that Jaysen was a changed man. The staff noticed even sooner. The dining room waiters talked amongst themselves about how much more polite and pleasant he had become, talking to them directly, and with a smile instead of his former surly monotone delivered into the tablecloth as he scowled down at the menu for the day. All of the serving staff commiserated with the bartender, whose tip income had taken a real nosedive. The new and more considerate Jaysen had even taken thought for that angle, though, and the next few times he brought business guests into the bar for drinks before dinner, he added an extra hundred dollars to the tip. The other noticeable change in Jaysen’s behaviour was out at the pool, where his black speedo had banished his former baggy shorts and he would now lie out there, sunning or swimming with Dean and/or Joey rather than sulking by himself. Members and staff alike speculated as to whether they were all playing or sleeping together, or (as one experienced waiter suggested) if they had perhaps formed a triad relationship. The answer to that last one, as it happened, was a “no.” Dayna had actually come right out and asked that question the second time she met Jaysen with the boys. Dean and Joey looked at each other, not quite sure how to answer that question. They had continued playing around with Jaysen on occasion, but neither was sure if he or they wished to go further. To their relief, Jaysen laughed. “We’ve had some fun times together, but making it permanent? Not a chance. You don’t know what isolation feels like until these two have drifted off into their own private little world of luuuve and left you high and dry.” The laughter took any sting out of the words, and Dean and Joey were quick to pick up the laugh, even if it was pointed at them. Dayna had wrinkled her nose up a bit. “Oh, god, Jaysen, too much information.” “Shouldn’t ask if you aren’t prepared to hear.” That made Dayna laugh too. But then she got a bit more serious. “Guys, there’s something I want to let you know about. There’s this man who’s been around the club a lot lately, and whenever I see him – but especially when I’m lying out on the sundeck by the pool – I see him staring at me. It’s a not a nice stare. You know, not that simple, “You’re hot, I’d love to say hello to you.” More of an undressing with the eyes, really intense, and really unnerving.” Dean immediately looked concerned. “Do you know his name?” “No, and before you suggest I ask the waiter, I will do no such thing. Too easily misunderstood as me wanting to meet him – and I don’t.” Jaysen stepped in. “Easy enough for me to ask. I’m notorious among the club staff for wanting to meet every new male member on the off chance. Just point him out to me the next time we’re there together, and I’ll find out for you.” With that they all said goodnight to each other, Jaysen headed back to his condo, Dean and Joey drove off back to Carlsbad, and Dayna was left with her own problem to ponder. Jaysen duly completed his task about a week later, and the waiter had shared with him the information that the gentleman in question was a new member of the name of Alek Wolter. The name conveyed nothing to any of them, which wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that a quick search of the various online sources disclosed nobody of that name anywhere even remotely near to San Diego. Immediately on hearing that from Dayna, Dean’s senses sprang to full alert. He’d had a number of professional experiences dealing with various shysters and fraud artists, and this was one of their fingerprints – a name which yielded nothing much in the way of background information when searched. He’d even used some more far-reaching search tools that were supposed to be exclusively for business purposes and still turned up no information at all. It was beginning to look as if the Mystery Man could very well be some kind of undercover operative, but for whom? On the other hand, it could be that he was just smitten with Dayna, yet another example of a fate which has befallen many undercover operatives throughout history. The whole thing was still enough to make all of them edgy, Dayna especially so of course. In the meantime, their research into the descendants of Nora Ludlow was taking on a more conclusive shape, with almost all names identified and placed into their proper slots within the multi-tiered family tree. Not surprisingly, Dean and Joey were by no means the only distant cousins who’d ended up matched with each other. They were sure it must have been just as much of a relief for all those earlier members of the family to find partners with special abilities as it had been for them. As this concluding stage of the work under way appeared to be wrapping up, Jaysen announced that he was leaving San Diego for a number of weeks to do some on-site research and negotiating over a business venture he was considering in some of the south Pacific Islands. On hearing this news, Dayna (the least romantic of them all) immediately burst into song – Bali Ha’i. Before he left, they all had one last meeting and again cautioned against overuse of the thought-speech unless it was urgently necessary for some reason. Life continued to move forward. Dayna even began dating a guy whom she thought, from his name, might be a member of that same family tree. She had yet to confirm this, remaining circumspect with him at all times, and by the same token not prying too much into his family background until they got to know each other a bit better. Dean was really happy at seeing his sister building a personal life for herself in a way she had not yet tried to do. He and Joey enjoyed themselves a nice little getaway for a week on one of the cruise line’s deluxe ships to Mexico, the appropriately named Santa Margarita. The margaritas did indeed flow like water, the beaches at the different ports were spectacular, and the meals were out of this world delicious. They didn’t meet any hot company on a ship full of mostly elderly couples and singles, but they did have an enjoyable dinner with an older gay man and his partner who were cruise-specific travel agents. Once they’d settled back home, Dean turned his attention once again to the whole question of the Mystery Man. Dayna had told him that the persistent starer was still lurking, and still making her nervous. Dean and Joey spent a Saturday afternoon at the pool, lying some distance away from Dayna between swims. Both of them noticed that “Wolter” was staring at them as much as at her. That changed the whole complexion of the mystery sharply. It was still just possible that he was a sexual stalker who liked to swing both ways. After all, as Joey smugly pointed out, all three of them were definitely worth a second look in any company. It now seemed much more likely, though, that he was a representative of some creditor who’d gotten burned when Ross died. In such a case, he was presumably checking them out in hopes of finding out something that could help out with a lawsuit. Their own lawyers had assured them that their situation was unassailable due to the number of years which had elapsed since he had given them the cash gifts for their down payments, but that didn’t mean that someone wouldn’t give it a shot anyway. The mystery remained, for the time being, beyond solution. Deidra had by now gone through the first and most intensive stages of her grief and felt a real need to do something to help occupy her time. This time, it was Dayna and Joey in tandem who lined her up with the right person to get a job at the cruise line, as a customer-relations troubleshooter for some of the more complex bad situations which arose during and after voyages. This kind of hands-on problem solving work was both wildly diverse and right up her alley. When Dayna mused about whether such a job would be a good fit for Deidra, her mother tartly replied, “I raised you two by myself. Enough said.” In due time, Jaysen returned from the islands, bringing with him a fat contract for management of a new hospitality chain specializing in boutique beach inns, and another and less business-oriented surprise for everyone. The surprise was a strikingly handsome islander from Tonga, a vivacious and outgoing young man who shared his eleven-syllable traditional name with a twinkle in his eye, and then said, “But just call me Peter – everyone does, even at home.” Peter had actually been living in New Zealand for quite a while, like many of his fellow Tongans, when Jaysen met him. He was already working in the hospitality industry when he was offered a position in the newly-formed chain. But at the same time he had received a different kind of offer altogether from Jaysen, and one which he found much more to his liking. It was more than obvious to everyone that Peter and Jaysen were very much a couple, with a good measure of love and commitment already on both sides. Peter even informed Dean and Joey that Jaysen had told him all about his earlier and more restless life, and how he’d been pulled out of it by their friendship. He’d summed up by saying, “I want to thank you for helping him become a more positive, better, kinder man.” Dean and Joey were both truly flattered to be thanked in such generous terms, in such a musical, soft, warm, Polynesian accent. On Friday night, the four of them joined together for a swim and dinner at the club. Throughout the afternoon and evening, the conversation revolved around Peter’s life and family. His parents came from one of the lines of traditional chieftains in Tonga, and thus were people of considerable importance, both by position and because of their strong leadership qualities. Because of their stature in society, they were only allowed to marry within their own large chieftainly clan. Peter had learned all about his ancestors, going back many generations into the eras of oral recollection, before the creation of a written form of the languages they spoke. One thing his father had stressed when he left Tonga was that Peter was the first member of his family line of chieftains ever to leave the islands in seven generations and more. While he was sharing all this with his new friends, they were enjoying the sunshine – except for Peter, who remained firmly wrapped up in his clothes at the pool. “I don’t know how you northerners can stand to take all your clothes off like this in such cold weather,” he complained – this at a time when the temperature was sitting at 77 degrees Fahrenheit in blazing sunshine. Eventually the four of them, and the conversation, moved inside to the dining room and relaxed over a four-course dinner. Once again the gossip was going all around the place in no time flat that the handsome young man with the rich dark skin tone had actually taken the wildly promiscuous Jaysen Macaleister off the market. Heads were shaken in disbelief on all sides at the sight of the two of them visibly holding hands across the corner of the table between courses of the meal. Afterwards, they went back to Jaysen’s condo for a nightcap – “just a nightcap” Joey said firmly, reminding Dean that they had company coming to their place the next afternoon for a pool party and dinner -- some of Dean’s business associates. “Okay, Joey,” Dean replied meekly, to a round of laughs from Jaysen and Peter. But then Jaysen got down to business. “That’s fine. We won’t keep you late. But there is a reason why I brought you here. Peter has something he needs to show you.” They all looked expectantly at Peter, who promptly vanished. A moment later, they heard the tap running in the kitchen, and when it shut off, Peter popped back into view on the sofa and Jaysen draped his arm across Peter’s shoulders, taking care not to disturb his right arm that now held a full glass of water. Dean chuckled delightedly. “Jaysen! You found another one!” But Joey had a thoughtful, even slightly worried expression on his face. It took him a moment to speak. “Dean, isn’t that the least of it?” “What do you mean?” “Peter told us at dinner that he was the first member of his family to leave Tonga in seven or more generations.” “So?” Dean wrinkled his brows for a moment – and then it hit him. His eyes opened wide like dinner plates. “He’s not one of us.” “Precisely.” Jaysen looked at the other couple. “Peter is one of us in his abilities, but he’s not a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “Which means….” “It means that this whole thing has just gotten bigger by some absolutely unknown exponential quantity.” Now Joey was looking positively frightened at the sheer potential size of this revelation. Dean attempted to explain the reason for their reaction to Peter, who was looking a bit puzzled at the speed with which the conversation had flown past. “Peter, here’s the thing. I don’t know if Jaysen explained to you, but this all started with my family – well, really with my twin sister and me. By the way, my shifting thing is the same as yours, while my sister Dayna can move things around. When my mother found out about me, she let us know that the strange powers had come down through her family, most likely from her ancestor Nora Ludlow. Oh, by the way, because you are likely going to meet my mother, she can shift other people around but not herself. “At first, we thought that these powers were just descending through the female line as none of the few men in my mother’s family had any natural children. When I met Joey, he had a strong feeling that it was safe for him to share his secret with me – and his ability is the same as mine and yours. It took him longer to trace his family line, because he found out that he was adopted, but once he identified his natural mother, she also turned out to be a descendant of Nora Ludlow. “Then we found out that Jaysen was another one. I’ll assume that you’ve already found out all about his ability, certainly much more about it than we have.” Dean and Joey shared a dirty laugh at this point, and Jaysen blushed. Peter just sat there with a very satisfied smirk on his face. “The really startling thing happened when we identified one distant cousin who, although he is a descendant of Nora, received his power from his father, not his mother, and that sent us all back to start over. We’ve been busily trying to trace all the members of Nora’s family lines who could and most likely do have some kind of shifting ability. There are hundreds of them, and it’s taken us many months just to identify and locate almost all of the living members of her line. “And now, we’re back at square one in a bigger way than ever, because of your ability, and the fact that your family history makes it plain that you are no part of our family. This means that there is at least one other starting point besides Nora Ludlow. And if there are two, why not twenty or fifty or who knows how many?” Peter had nodded at each step as Dean carefully laid out the process which they had followed up to this point. Now he spoke to fill in the gaps. “There’s a long mythic tradition among Tongans of people who can move themselves, or move things, or change their shape. But my mother has been pursuing the same work as you among our family, and she has isolated a clear case – my three-times great-grandmother, who died back in, umm…,” and he did a quick mental calculation, “…1953. She was 63 years old when she died.” Dean and Joey looked at each other. Nora’s death date of 1939 was engraved in their memory. But this made it clear that Peter’s ancestor was born in exactly the same year as Nora, 1890. Was that only a coincidence or was it actually significant? It was Joey who spoke next. “Gents, we’re going to have to leave soon. But there’s still a lot more to talk about here, and I’d say it’s important to have Dayna and Deidra both with us when we do talk it out further.” Dean and Jaysen both nodded agreement. “Could you fellows come out to our place for the day on Saturday, a week from tomorrow? We’ll do patio lunch and pool time, and dinner too.” Peter and Jaysen looked at each other and nodded. Dean said, “I’ll check with Mom and Dayna and let you know tomorrow if it’s a go.” With that, Dean and Joey got up and took their thoroughly shell-shocked leave. Jaysen and Peter proceeded to clean up and put the glasses into the dishwasher, then went off to bed together. Although they enjoyed changing it up just as much as Dean and Joey did, on this particular occasion Peter was playing little spoon while Jaysen lay behind him, moving his hard cock slowly inside the tight muscular ass of his sexy younger lover. Peter had his head turned over his shoulder and was kissing Jaysen as Jaysen fucked him. Jaysen had now discovered that he could achieve wonders by using his hands slowly and gently on Peter. He was the first partner Jaysen had ever had who could – and regularly did – come over and over just from getting fucked, and without even touching his own dick. Being stimulated by his partner’s hands had a lot to do with that. Tonight, Peter had something else on his mind. “What about Errol?” Jaysen looked at him carefully. “You sure you’re ready for Errol?” “You know I’m always ready for Errol.” With that Jaysen closed his eyes momentarily and vanished, instantly replaced by his alter ego, the fifty-something, six-foot-plus, black muscle stud, Errol. Since he was already embedded deep inside Peter’s hole at that precise moment, Peter suddenly had to adjust from Jaysen’s thick but not enormous six-incher to Errol’s massive eleven-inch tree trunk. “Oh, God! Fuck, Errol, you’re stretching me so far.” “Love me some of that tight hole, baby boy, always feel like I’m doing a virgin again when I plow into your sweet boy ass.” “Do me now, daddy. Fuck my boyhole wide open and dump your big daddy load inside me.” “That’s my good boy. Push your ass up for me.” With that, Errol rolled Peter onto his face and Peter obediently pushed up his ass, forcing his hips up into the air to meet the deep thrusts from Errol’s giant tool. Errol clamped his huge paws onto Peter’s pecs, rolling Peter’s nipples between big finger and index finger on each side. Peter moaned and groaned in an absolute fury of sexual ecstasy, already exploding in a first orgasm as Errol plundered his hole deep and hard, thrusting his insides out of the way to create and hold open a clear passage for his awesome dick. “Aw, fuck, daddy, you know how to make me feel it – hurts so good, but don’t stop.” “Right you are, boy, I’m not going to stop until I’ve given you at least two of my loads inside your pretty little boy pussy. Going to keep pounding you hard and fast until I’ve blown my seed deep inside, forced you to take my babies.” True to his word, Errol kept driving full throttle into Peter’s needy ass, while Peter did his best to work his muscles on the enormous intruder. After another minute or so of steady pounding, Peter began whimpering, always a sign that he was going to cum soon. Errol took the hint. “Get ready… get ready, boy, it’s cumming… I… FUCK!!! That gigantic cock slammed its way deep inside Peter and convulsed, spurting stream after stream of hot man cum inside his ass, all the way up in the inner end of his channel. Peter cried aloud as he felt the hot liquid shooting into him, and his own cock jumped up and down a couple of times before blasting a second huge load of cum all over the bed sheets. Errol grabbed Peter by the hips and pulled him backwards without pulling out, then planted one massive paw on the back of Peter’s head, pushing his face down towards the pools of cum on the bed. “Lick up that mess, boy. Ain’t no way I’m sleeping in a puddle of boy spooge. Clean the bed up and then get ready for round two.” Peter obediently licked up and swallowed all of his own load. There really wasn’t a break between round one and round two because Errol never pulled out. He just hung there, with his big fuck stick embedded deep inside Peter while Peter carried out his cleaning assignment. Then he growled, “You ready for more, boy?” “Fuck, yes, you know I can’t ever get enough of your huge fucking daddy dick.” “Hang on.” Errol wrapped his arms around Peter’s chest, and then rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Peter up on top without ever releasing his enormous cock from Peter’s hole. “Ride me now, boy. Let’s see you work your muscles and bounce on my cock. You got my special lube, my own baby batter inside you. Now, work it!” Again, Peter demonstrated his obedience by bouncing fiercely on Errol’s dick, slamming down onto the big man’s broad hips, and then pulling up all the way until he was halfway to standing up and only the tip of Errol’s enormous manmeat was still inside him. Then down again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Peter’s fucking motions on Errol’s tool were getting faster and more furious by the second, and Errol was beginning to groan again at the power Peter had to wring even more sperm out of him. “Turn around and face me, boy.” Peter obediently lifted his legs into the air and pivoted around on Errol’s cock until he was facing his enormous fucker, then put his legs down and resumed riding. Errol grabbed Peter by the shoulders forcing him down until they were face to face and then plundering Peter’s mouth by tongue while he was busy violating Peter’s ass by dick. “Oh fuck… fuck, that’s so fucking good… keep pounding me… open me up even more… drive that insane thing into my gaping loose boyhole…” Errol was now heaving his hips up and down, driving his enormous dick into Peter’s ass while he held Peter’s body pinned down to his chest, forcing him to take his tongue kisses. Then he grunted, “Fuck! Gonna cum soon.” “Fuck, yeah – breed me again, daddy!” “Get ready for some more daddy sperm. Gonna make you take my babies a second time.” “Yeah, daddy. Fuck me and shoot all your cum inside me!” “Gonna fucking fill you up. Lie down on your back.” Peter pulled off Errol’s cock just long enough to lie down on his back and lift his legs up over his shoulders. He waited, quivering with anticipation. Then it happened. He felt the blunt tip of Errol’s giant cock pushing against his hole. Then with one massive thrust, his eleven inches was all the way in, deep inside Peter’s battered ass. Peter let out a gut-wrenching scream, then trailed off into an undecipherable babble of “shit” and “Oh fuck” and “Yeah, daddy, just like that but more.” By now, Errol was on top of Peter, squishing his legs down hard against his abdomen, and driving that huge cock all the way inside. The sounds torn out of Peter’s throat were incredible as he let loose with a third load of cum while Errol all but ripped him a new hole, pounding away deep and hard at Peter’s ass. And then it happened. “Fuuuuuck! Cumming… inside you!” “Yeah, daddy, give me all that hot cream!” Peter yelped in synch each time Errol’s hips slammed down against his cheeks, his enormous cock bottoming out inside Peter’s boyhole on each thrust. Both of them could feel how each squirt from Errol’s tool displaced some part of what was already there, the cum squeezing and bubbling out of Peter’s overworked ass around Errol’s massive shaft. At last, he finished pumping and shooting, and collapsed across Peter’s body, while Peter nuzzled and kissed him. Their incredible energy had covered both of their dark bodies with glistening sweat. As both of them gasped and panted for air, Errol’s cock slowly shrank and slipped out of Peter’s tortured butthole… and all at once, Errol was Jaysen again, now returning the loving kisses Peter lavished on him. At last, they both calmed down – Errol’s vigorous fucking had tired Jaysen out too, and his dick was oozing the last remains of two enormous loads of cum. Peter bent his head down and slowly, dreamily, licked up the last traces of the huge cum loads that were even now swimming inside him. “Well, I hope you enjoyed that,” Jaysen said. “Every time that guy fucks with you, he totally wears me out.” Peter laughed. “I’m sorry, Jaysen, I just can’t resist him. But let me tell you a little secret.” “What’s that?” “Errol is fucking hot as hell, and it’s amazing having him do me like that, but I could never love a guy like that or live full time with him.” “And why is that?” “Because you’re the one I love.” Jaysen felt his eyes getting wet. As far as he could recall, no person in his life had ever said anything like this to him before. “I love you too, Peter. So much. Sooo much.” They cuddled and kissed some more, but before long, Errol’s exertions began to take effect and Jaysen found himself drifting off to sleep. “Good night, Peter.” “Good night, Jaysen, my love.” Jaysen fell asleep, sprawled on his back, with Peter’s head resting contentedly on his chest. On Saturday morning, a week later, Jaysen’s car rolled up the driveway of Dean and Joey’s house, and Jaysen and Peter hopped out, just as Dean came around the side of the house. “Right back this way, fellows, my mom and sister are already here.” The social interaction among the six of them flowed easily after the first introductions. Peter used his most exquisite manners on meeting the girls and won their hearts. There followed a lot of discussion about his family and his power, and how he had interacted with other people in Tonga while growing up with such a difference. They were intrigued to hear that such things could be found in Tongan folklore as much as in Europe, and that people were both open about their powers and faced little or no discrimination. If anything, they were held in something like awe by at least a part of the local population. It was at this point that Deidra turned to Jaysen. “By the way, Jaysen, I don’t think I ever did hear what your shifting power was?” Peter eagerly opened his mouth to answer her, but Jaysen pre-empted him with a loud warning cough before answering himself. “I’m a shape-shifter. Usually an older black man.” “Oh, just like my grandmother, except that hers was a young Chinese girl.” Dean and Joey both breathed a covert sigh of relief. Then Dayna took up the imaginary speaking stick again. “Before I forget, I want to tell you all what I’ve just found out about Wade.” This was the young man she’d been dating recently. “He’s one of the clan too. I found out by steering the conversation one night to the subject of ancestors and family trees. On that theme, I just mentioned, oh-so-innocently, that I had one distant ancestor who had lived in Chicago and wound up in an insane asylum. He responded that this sounded just like his three-times-great-grandmother. At that, I did my best wide-eyed stare and said, ‘You don’t think that maybe…?’ The upshot of it all was that he confirmed that he is indeed a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “And…?” “And I then sent my drink to the other side of the table and back, looked him right in the eye, and said, ‘Okay. What’s yours?’” “Well, don’t just leave us hanging there, Dayna! What did he do?” Joey’s occasional impatient streak was taking control. “He laughed and said, ‘A bit of lime for that drink?’ I nodded, and he quickly popped across to the bar, returning with a slice of lime. The two waiters had their backs turned, and the bartender had stepped into the back room for a fresh bottle of something. I told him, ‘Very neat work!’” They all laughed. Then Deidra said, “So now we are seven – that is, if you’re planning on getting more serious about him, Dayna…?” “Yes, I think I am. We all know why it’s unwise to let the chance go by when it happens. Wade is funny, considerate, quick on his feet, and thoughtful with it – a good mix of qualities, I’d say.” At this point, Jaysen intervened to drop the big bombshell. “Well, Dayna, it might not be quite as unwise to let the chance go as we used to think. Neither you nor Deidra seemed to pick it up, but Peter did mention in passing, a few minutes ago, that he was the first member of his family in at least seven generations to leave Tonga. And his clan can only marry others of the same status within the same clan.” He let that sink in. Suddenly, Deidra got it. “Oh, Lord. We’ve just tripped over another great big fat false assumption. Peter isn’t part of Nora Ludlow’s bloodline – he can’t be, because we’re talking for your generation about going back only five generations. So Nora wasn’t the only one – if we’re even correct in assuming that she was the starting point for us.” Peter got a word in again. “I’m willing to bet that she is, Deidra, and here’s why. My mother tracked the whole thing in our family to my three-times-great grandmother. Now, she died in 1953, but she was born in 1890, the exact same year – as Dean told me – when Nora Ludlow was born. I’d go even further and guess that whatever other people were involved were also all born in that year.” That gave them all pause for thought. “Do you think it happened right at birth?” Jaysen nodded approval of Dayna’s suggestion. Then he added, “Or maybe just when they were approaching puberty since that is when we all discovered ourselves.” At this point, unexpectedly, a handsome young man with strawberry-blond hair appeared suddenly in front of them. They all stared at him blankly, except for one. Dayna leapt to her feet and ran to kiss him. “Wade! What brought you here?” He shook his head in puzzlement. “Am I the one to ask? I was quietly sitting in an armchair on my balcony, reading a book -- until suddenly I wasn’t.” “But you didn’t think or visualize or anything.” “No.” We brought him to you. It was the mystery voice again, this time heard all at once and felt throughout the entire body all at once by all seven of them. It is time. It began with seven. Now you are seven. Yours is a unique group, all of you linked to one or more of the others by ties of affection, and each linked to each other by the ability to speak to each other in your thoughts. You will be the leaders. There are thousands more like you, descendants of the original seven, in every corner of your world. Your task is to reveal their existence to the world at large. The voice fell silent. They all stared at each other in awe and fear. It was Deidra who responded first to the challenge, lapsing almost automatically into thought-speech: How are we supposed to do that? Dean responded: That is our challenge. We have to figure out how to do this. Peter put in his two cents’ worth: It will be easy among my people, since there is so much acceptance already. Dayna shook her head in frustration: It will be a lot harder here. This country is full of people who freak out whenever confronted with something which they can neither do nor explain. This will be dangerous. Jaysen tried to lift their spirits: I’m sure this voice wouldn’t expect us to do something that can’t be done, so that means that there is a way, and we will find it. At that, all of them turned their thoughts to the possible ways of proceeding. The thought patterns slowly accelerated, individual thoughts turning to voices heard in pairs and then trios, until they abandoned clear speech, racing along far faster than they could have spoken, tumbling all over each other at top speed, forming no coherent pattern at first -- but as each discovered that their minds were automatically picking up and running with the thoughts and images contributed by the others, the speed of the planning session outran by hours what any verbal meeting could ever have covered. In just a few minutes, they had the outline of a plan for action, and some ideas about what to do at the next stage once the initial moves were completed. The collaborative thinking involving all of them – Wade and Peter had both been brought fully up to speed with the thought-speech process by, they assumed, the direct intervention of the owners of the voice. For the first time, too, they were not overtaken by intense drowsiness and sleep after the voice had addressed them. One or two of them wondered if that meant anything. The seven were all immersed in the solution of the problem which the voice had handed to them – so immersed that they had utterly forgotten all about Alek Wolter, the man with the intense staring eyes.

@gingerdaddyG thanks -- yes it was a good time and yes, it did give me some inspiration!