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The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, nor governmental areas,
which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offences you, then you
should not read this story. Additionally, if you are
under 18 years of age, in most state and countries,
you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety
matters. This is fiction. Use protection, in real
life.

ROAD TRIP  around the block  (M/M oral anal)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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I think I better think about getting you home!

Nicholas, at eighteen, could drink the hardiest
drinker, under the table. Eight years later, things
hadnt changed. He still rescued me, from my head
falling from the pedestal, the palm of my hand, elbow
positioned on the table for support.

And you! 

Glancing to Roberto, his head sinking to his chest,
almost ready to keel over onto his empty plate,
smeared with spaghetti sauce, Nicholas now had a new
ward to look after.

Want to give a hand here, Rand?

Sure.

Another aspect, in his developing relationship with
Randy, Nicholas found the twenty year old could drink
up a storm and not feel the effects.

Ill help with him, Randy designated my love, to
help escort.

On the way out, Mario said, See you around.

Im not sure whom it was directed at, but the way this
headed, we all would be residing under one roof. I was
a little fuzzy on the conversation, as Nicholas sat
behind the wheel.

So, what do you think, Rand?

I got the lightweight.

Yeah... hee hee heee... that Roberto sure is a
stringbean, as Anthony would term it.

Nice guy. I like him.

Yeah, me too. I think hes a cool guy. Keeps Anthony
on his toes.

Takes one to know one.

Anthonys been good to me. We go back a long ways. In
fact, if it wasnt for Anthony, I dont know where I
would be.

Same here, Randy the twenty year old agreed.

But it goes beyond owing him. Ill always have a
special place in my heart, for the man.

I think thats how I felt, Nicky, but couldnt
express myself. Yep, I feel the same.

At a red light, Nicholas leaned over, Comere,
taking the back of Randys head in his hand, cupping
it around the back of his shaggy, blond hair, forced
his lips up against his own.

Thanks, Nicky.

For what? 

With the changing of the light, their wet kiss ended.

Smiling, Randy replied, For almost drowning me, in
the pool?

Not my intentions.

I know.

His hand reached to Nicholas thigh, I assumed, it
being dark in the car, plus I couldnt see directly to
his torso, but in the glare of streetlights, seeing
Randys arm reaching across the space where CDs are
kept. What happened then and now, after nodding off,
only they know. I stirred awake when the car pulled
into the cul-de-sac, but my love was dead to the
world.

I got the stringbean! Randy called out.

Yeah, sure. Leave the heavyweight to me, Nicholas
replied, laughing.

All the way up the walk, to the door they talked. My
love was out of it, but I listened.

Not like you dont have the physique, Nicky?

Yeah, right. Tomorrow, Im going to start you on a
regiment. Bulk you up!

Tomorrow? Today is like tomorrow.

As we entered the foyer, I could walk a little better,
so Nicholas insisted they change bods.

Here, you take Anthony. Give me the stringbean.

Felt cool having Randys arm around my waist. I played
a little dumb, faking fatigue, as he helped me
along, his hand tugging on my waistline, his arm
around my back. For my love, Nicholas gave up
walking him, at the first stairstep, bending down
and heaving him over his shoulder, like a sack of
taters.

I suppose we should undress them? I heard Randy say,
as we entered our bedroom.

Right. Would be a shame to muss up these nice suits.

Plus, Im sure Mario and Guido will want them back.

Yeah, Nicholas laughed, make Guido get on his belly
and beg for it!

Something stirred in Randys loins when Nicholas
demeanor changed, as if a dominant master.

Sounds hot.

Oh?

Never mind.

Even though Randy has played the game, he also had
other opinions about following the lead. Perhaps
Nicholas would not be into the hot, sub/dom roleplay.
Then, all the progress, in developing the romanticism
of their relationship, thus far, would be lost. No, he
wasnt going to jeopardize what he felt in his heart,
allowing his balls to override his system. 

On the other hand, as Nicholas has done dozens of
times, help me out of my clothes, his thoughts rode on
the crest of the same wave as Randy. He wanted to
mention a certain subject, but for now, sensed it
taboo. Yet, he knew his cock semi-erect, thinking
about what fun the two could have, if compatible in
kinky desires. I wasnt any stranger to Nicholas
kinky side. Possibly a connection with why I felt
turned on by Miguel. 

That the phone?

As fresh as a daisy, my love sat up in the bed.
Stirring, I squinted, with the morning light shining
in through the windows. I looked at his narrow back. I
reached up and ran my hand along his soft shoulder
blades. 

Who cares!

I reached over, hitting the silencer, with my left
hand. Doing a quarter situp, I reached around the
right side of my lover and coaxed him back, into the
sheets.

What time is it? He asked, with a yawned chaser.

What time? What day is it? I questioned.

Saturday, I think.

I looked over at the clock.

Eleven?

No wonder Im hungry.

Hungry? At four A.M., you woofed down two slices of
pizza and a plate of spaghetti!

Dont forget the wine.

Oh yes. The wine, I held my head, the wine.

Turning to his side, he butted his stomach up to mine,
his hand going between our legs.

Oooooooh, the feeling filled me.

Smiling, his fingers traveled the length, firming me
up.

Yeah, my love replied, looking into my face. Im
making you feel good, huh sweetheart?

I wonder why? I said, facetiously.

Repositioning himself, my latin lover got to his
knees, scooting down, between my legs. 

Oooooooooh! 

I moaned, long and loud, when his mouth formed around
my cock, as if a swishing moat around a castle. My
hangover began to dissipate. It wasnt long before,
what seemed like I had to piss, changed to wanting to
feel something more powerful, than my loves mouth
stroking me. He sensed the need, also.

Cmon. Do me.

As much of a hangover I had, my crotch told me to get
up. 

Hell yeah, I responded, with new vigor.

Could be my love, too, lying there on his back, knees
bent, but I needed this release. Bottoms sometimes
feel the pain of penetration, during a  time of
adjustment. No different than with Roberto. After
grabbing the lube from the drawer, at which I could
see his anticipation and wanting, I entered slowly,
but drove my shaft home real fast. 

Ahhhhhhhhggggggggg! 

Squinting, his hands grabbing at the bedsheets, he
allowed me to dive in.

I recited the warn out phrase, with caring, Im
sorry. Did I...

Before I could finish, my love was begging, Fuck me
hard, Anthony!

He wasnt the only one into it. It didnt take long
for me to get the hint. After he said it, I let my
hard, 9.5c, slip out and then drove it in all at once.
With passions soaring, I didnt think, but let my
emotions carry me through, the thunder, the thrust,
responding at lightning speed, as he moaned in
pleasure and pain. 

His loud groaning, Do me... do me... fuckin do me...
oh fuck yeah, drove me on like a vengeance. 

Clenching his ass muscle, added to the fury, tensing
up his ass ring on my pounding shaft. Im not sure
which one of us sensed the greater pleasure. 

Akkkkkk! Akkkkk! Akkkk! I yelled out, as each rope
of cum shot deep inside him. 

Almost the same time, he gasped, giving the same
response, as he automatically unloaded his shaft, on
himself. When I slapped my hairy bod down on his
almost smooth bod, I sensed his cream wetting my fur
down. Kissing, I had discovered his cum mustve shot
up to his chin. His semen mixed with our lip locking.

Hey stud... wake up!

Next thing I knew, as I lay faced down, half of my bod
over Robertos, a foot pushed on my ass, stirring me
into the land of the living.

Go away! I shouted, burying my head under the
pillow. 

Soon, the foot had sunk between the crevice.

Nicholas, cut it the fuck out!

I heard two guys laughing, finally surrendering myself
to their mockery. My love stirred awake, as well. 

Cmon... wakeup you sleepyheads, Randy said.

As I turned, I almost crushed the stringbean.

What time is it?

I asked, looking at the clock on the nightstand.

Before my brain could comprehend, Randy reported, Two
oclock.

In the morning? Roberto contributed.

Afternoon, Nicholas informed us, sarcastically
saying to my love, like you cant see the light?.

Taking a cup of java, from Randy, Nicholas handed it
to me. Brave Randy, knelt down on the bed, to deliver
my lovers shot of caffeine .I took notice he didnt
get up. 

Looks like you two had some fun too, eh?

Roberto shooed his hand away, feeling up the dry,
crusty cum.

Hes not the only one, Nicholas replied.

Between his fingers, he had plucked a couple of my
chest hairs, along with the dried, pasty material. 

Owch!

Hee heee... you still got plenty of fur, Anthony.

Im not sure what Randy, or Roberto thought of it, as
Nicholas took my mug, actually both of us holding it,
leaning it away from my face, then bending towards me,
giving me a good morning kiss. 
As we broke off the short-lived affection, Nicholas
turned saw the two staring.

Oh, sorry, he backed down, in a more subtle manner,
force of habit.

I added, a little embarrassed, face flushed, Yeah.
Happens when you get used to it for eight years.

Looking at each other, Randy and Roberto throw their
arms around each other and go at it, passionately
kissing. Nicholas and I laughed our asses off. 

I think Im getting jealous! Nicholas shouted.

I took the hint and like trying to pull apart two
wrestlers, going at it, we separated them. Nicholas
and Randy took the foot of the bed, as I pinned my
love to the pillow area, kissing him. We broke off our
lovefest before the other two. I nodded, for Robertos
sake, to watch me. With hardy intent, I fondled
Nicholas ass with my foot!

Get your fuckin foot outta my ass!

It then became a free-for-all, as Nicholas jumped up,
sat on my stomach, pinning my arms under his knees.
Digging in, he began pinching, twisting and pulling on
my nips. The lovefest turned into a sexfest, as
Nicholas fell backwards. Both our cocks stood at
attention, facing the ceiling. Randy went straight for
his lovers, as my love tongued my shaft. Its weird,
but sometimes I knew Randy licked up and down my
barrel, instead of Roberto. Opening my eyes, cocking
my neck up, looking, I was correct. The blonds tongue
traversed the length of my rod! Now, how could I tell
a thing like that? Too, as he opened up and gobbled
down my meat, I could tell it wasnt Robertos throat
taking it down. Too weird! I thought.However, I knew
whos stomach I was pumping my load into.

That was so fuckin hot! I exclaimed.

Nicholas, getting up from the bed, his hand taking
Randy with him, replied, Yeah. Well have to do it
again sometime. Then, halfway through the door,
asked, Morning swim?

They didnt wait for our reply.

How bout it my love?

Im hungry.

I laughed, asking, With all that protein in your
belly?

I rubbed his flat stomach.

Okay. I can wait.

After we both pissed, we headed down the stairs.
Getting to the pool, more than Nicholas and Randy
splashed about. They didnt wait for us, to have
chicken fights. There, Sep sat on Ethans shoulders,
as Randy topped Nicholas.

I want the stringbean! Nicholas yelled out, like a
little kid. 

Dumping Randy over the back, we heard,
Ooooooohshiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

Sep got the same treatment, getting dumped backwards,
into the pool. I immediately swam to him, as Ethan
came in contact with Randy, surprising him by swimming
between his legs.

Cool! Randy commented, as he rose up, on Ethans
shoulders.

I had my own cool tied on, supporting Sep, his legs
divided, his balls squashed up against my neck.

After we had exhausted outselves, dethroning each of
the set several times, my love yells out, Im
hungry!

I didnt refute his request this time. Neither did the
others. 

Lets go out and celebrate! Nicholas suggests.

Of course, I had to be the stoopid dodo who asked,
Celebrate what?

A dunking match occured, seeing who could keep me
under the water. Felt kind of hot, five different sets
of hands on my bod.

That day went by fast!

Ill say, I said.

Do I look okay in this?

Perfect.

Being Roberto didnt have any fancy clothes to fit his
skinny bod, he wore the same as last night. Nicholas,
the gem he is, took it to the hour cleaners, bribing
our friend, Ding, short for Dingxiang, to have the
suit ready asap. Sure, I had a closet full of fine
clothes, but I wore Guidos suit, not wanting to
slight my lovers appearance.

I bet you have a lot of better suits, huh Anthony?

Putting my arms around his middle, as my love looked
at himself in the mirror, all gussied up in the white
shirt and tie, I replied, Yeah, but sometimes I like
a simpler look.

Well, when I get my first paycheck and after I pay
off the $60,000.00 to you, Im going to buy a fancy
suit.

I giggled. No way was he going to be able to handle
that, especially with cooking school lurking in his
future. 

You cant pay back something thats a present.

Huh?

A wedding present?

Roberto only cried once. It had been one of the worst
experiences of his life. As I held him, nuzzled up to
his neck, kissing him, tears streamed down his face,
as he clutched at my arms around his waist.

But I cant give you anything like that back,
Anthony.

Youve already given me enough to last a lifetime.

We lingered another few minutes, him turning so we
could share our lips. 

You two at it again?

Really, Nicholas. Am I going to have to have a
doorbell installed on the outside of the bedroom
door?

Shut up. Were ready!

I laughed at his blunt humor, but also at Roberto,
when he scolded Nicholas for talking to me in that
manner. Already, even after a few days, I giggled when
he could take the dominant hand and deal out his
wrath. Nicholas took a taste of it. Randy and I
laughed our asses off.

You know hes so good in bed! 

I think Randy meant it as an oberservation.

I know.

But....

But what, Randy? 

I nudged him, after he seemed drawn away from a taboo
subject matter. Its not like I didnt sense what his
will drove him to.

Did he top me?

Um... yeah, now that you mention it.

Like he waited long enough for me to respond?

There is a time when I thought I could be satisfied
as a total bottom.

When did it change? I mean.... are you still,
Anthony?

Im not sure now. With Roberto, Im definitely top,
however, for um...

Roleplaying? That the word youre searching for?

Yeah, I laughed, For roleplay, I can sink into the
bottom position.

Roberto told me a little about you and his brother.

He did, did he? I glanced to my lover.

Walking along with Nicholas, he had his arm over my
lovers shoulder, as if lifetime buds. 

Yeah. Said you hung from his brothers tow truck
winch, your wrists tied together.

Right. I did.

Howd it feel?

Like every bone in my arms were about to be
fractured!

I smiled, giving him the impression of not being
totally serious, even though at the time, I thought
more about some trees scratching up my body, as we
flew down the highway. As I look back on it, fear and
endorphins kicking in, I had to be crazy.

But how did it feel?

We stopped walking, as Nicholas locked the front door.

Cool.

Really?

Yeah. First thing I thought of, is how to keep my
wrists from hurting, so I grabbed the bindings. It
worked good.

Then?

Tell you the truth, as the wind whipped around my
body, my cock and balls to the breeze, the feeling of
my arms stretched above my head, the bondage... well,
it felt real awesome.

You two going to stand there all night, telling
bondage tales?

Yes, my lover could be adamant. It was showing
through, at this moment.

Were coming.

I had realized, in sharing my story with Randy, my
arms had been above my head. I lowered them, as we
headed for Nicholas jeep. Seemed strange that four
dressed up dudes rode to a fancy restaurant, in a
square jeep.

Since when did you get valet parking? Nicholas
asked.

Since people dont know how to park. Get out and give
me your keys.

I looked at Nicholas, as his attention keyed into
Guidos manners. 

Then he turned to me, saying, That boys day is
coming!

As we walked in the front foyer of Linguinis I
commented, I wonder what Guido did, to deserve valet
duty?

I dunno, Nicholas replied. Knocked down from head
waiter, it had to be something serious.

Heee, heee, I laughed, A falling out with the
family?

Randy and Roberto strolled through the maze of tables,
loaded with patrons, following Mario. We kept close
quarters behind them. I wondered if they noticed the
bruise above Marios left eye.

Everything okay, Mario? I inquired.

Yeah. Fine. Then, to our quartet, he asks, Drinks?

I sat next to Nicholas, adjacent to Randy and my love,
at the foursquare table, clothed in a white, linen
tablecover.

Notice something different about Mario? 

Leaning in to my ear, Nicholas softly stated, Right
off the bat. Looks like hes been in a fight.

Yeah. Eighteen year olds are always getting into
fights.

I smiled. I remember Nicholas and myself, our first
fight, while forcing me to employ my wrestling skills.
First match I ever lost!

I suppose.

Next time Mario returned to the table, before he put
on his facial makeup, of trying to smile, be
customer-pleasing, I detected it hadnt been as
Nicholas figured. I hit Nicholas knee under the
table.

What?

My eyes made him look at Mario. Roberto and Randy
chatted away, on their own subject.

You going to do something?

What do you want me to do, Anthony?

How about finding out?

Acting annoyed, he threw his napkin on his bare plate.

Excuse me. I have to go to the jon.

Instead, I saw him head towards the direction our
eighteen year old waiter.

Nickys been gone an awful long time.

I replied to Randy, Maybe he fell in?

A little chuckle rode out the joke, as Randy backed
his chair out from the table.

No, um let it me go, I told him, gesturing for his
to stay seated.

I didnt find him in the jon, so figured it had to be
the employees lounge. Entering, the room looked like
a police precinct.

Whats all this?

Bad scene Anthony. Very bad.

Mario?

Right. Seems last night, after he went home, he would
try to come out to his father.

Right. So?

Well, Nicholas blew all his breath out of himself,
inhaling for the climax, As I found out, Marios an
only child, whom his father adored. Fifteen minutes
ago, his father blew his brains out!

I threw my own hand up to my face, rubbing it as his
splashing water on it, yet the realization slowly
began to awaken my senses.

Oh shit, no.

The reason for the cops.

I see Gregors here? 

Looking towards the leather sofa, the 62 police
officer stood next to Mario, seated, a hand on his
shoulder, talking to the teen.

Right. They always elect him to give the bad news.

Well, I suppose after his own ordeal, hes the best
man for the job. I think Ill go say hello. And oh,
Randy was looking for you.

I better go inform him.

As Nicholas and I departed company, I started wading
through the crowd of four police officers, with a mix
of employees, whom tried to comfort Mario. As I zeroed
in on the tall, dirty blond police officer, I recalled
the facts of the newspaper article, of how the cop,
after being found out about his gay sexuality, had
been a victim of a planned abduction and torture, by a
group of homophobic men. Coupled with Marios grief, I
felt mighty low. 

Gregor, hows it going?

More than the newspaper article, I had allowed Gregor
to convalesce at my home. He had tired of the media
and needed some widespread room to get himself back in
shape. 

He pretty shaken up, Gregor replied.

Breaking away from Mario, one of his co-workers took
over. We quickly hugged.

How are you doing?

Well. My back bothers me a little, but Ive got a
good team of psychologists working with me.

And doing some therapy of your own? I nodded towards
Mario.

Its a real sin. My heart goes out to him.

Have you stopped looking, Gregor?

He knew of my match-making potentials. After his
half-year stay with me, there wasnt much Gregor
didnt learn about me. 

Its too early, Anthony.

Sorry. I didnt mean to be pushy.

Liar, he accused me, in a nice manner, smiling.

So, whats the story with him?

Before Gregor could tell me, in walked Nicholas and
our lovers. I introduced Roberto and Randy. After
introductions ceased, we heard the facts surrounding
Mario and his family. 

Seems last night, late, Mario arrived home. He lay it
on the old man, revealing his homosexuality. His
father flew off the handle, began punching him out.
Then simply, a half hour ago, he took a gun to
himself. Im sorry for explaining it so bluntly, but
there it is.

We know youre sincere, Gregor. Thanks for telling
us.

Suddenly, a loud wail let out, as Mario began crying
openly, profusely. Immediately, Gregors head shot in
his direction.

Um, I better check up on him.

One of his workers, apologetically, said to Gregor, I
guess I said the wrong thing. Im not used to handling
things like this.

Im not sure if the others took notice, but I got a
good feeling about Gregor sitting down on the sofa,
next to Mario. Ive heard of older guys getting it on
with younger ones. Hell, Gregor wasnt any older than
Roberto, twenty-nine. It could happen. 

I hoped Gregor would some guy.

Nicholas asks, Playing matchmaker are we?

You saw what he went through Nicholas. Dont you
think he deserves some nice guy, after what he went
through?

Of course, this became a focal point for questioning,
with Roberto and Randy.

What happened? Youre good at this stuff, Nicholas,
I put off on the twenty-six year old.

Okay. Well... cmon. Lets go back to our dinner.
Theres nothing more we can do.

Right. You go ahead. I want to mention something to
Gregor.

As the trio headed out of the lounge, I made my way
once again to Gregor, told him what I had to say, also
offering my condolences to Mario. I was surprised he
gave me a tight hug. Then, as if a magnet, went right
back into Gregors arms. I sensed the possibility,
ready or not, Gregor would be  entering once again
into the social world. 

So, hows he doing?

Facetiously, I reported back, In Gregors care,
fine!

I got accused with matchmaking again, this time from
my lover.

So, tell us, Randy asks, whats the story with
Gregor?

Even I looked at Nicholas. 

Um, okay, but I want to warn you. This could get
heavy.

Before Nicholas started in, he gulped down the rest of
his wine. Our waiter poured him another.

Thanks, he nodded upwards.

Youre welcome, sir.

Where do I start? Where do I start?

How about the beginning?

If it was me being a smart alec, Im sure I would have
heard about it. Instead, Roberto got a forced smile. 

Yes, well, as I recall,

I did wind up getting a sucker punch to the arm, for
saying, You should. Gregor mustve told us the story
over and over fifty times... owch!

Geese, Anthony. Are you getting soft?

I betcha you bruised me!

Roberto didnt earn anything, after belching out, Can
we get on with the fuckin story, Nick?

Yeah, okay. I had been saying, before I was so
rudely interrupted, he shot his dark eyes right in
my direction, Gregor had been a cop for about four
years. During that time, he had remained in the
closet. Going back east, he attended a Gay Pride
Weekend. When he returned, he became driven, to come
out. Well, some people in these parts werent so crazy
about a gay police officer being on the force.

As Nicholas took a sip of wine, he exhaled. 

Inhaling, he continued, One night, when he exited his
shift, they were waiting for him.

Who was? Randy inquired.

A band of men, in a dark van. I think, he counted on
his fingers, well, I dont rightly remember...

I do, I interrupted, there were six of them.

Thank you.

I was on my guard.

One sat behind the wheel, as the five of them grabbed
Gregor. As he recalled to me...

Us.

Nicholas gave me a look, as I broke up his train of
thought.

As he recalled to us, he enunciated his important
correction, which made me smile, they forced him
inside the van, tying his hands behind his back. On
his knees, two held him, as another cursed him out,
calling him a faggot, slapping him across the face.
Some of the others began mocking him, telling him they
were going to teach him a lesson.

Damn! The poor guy, Randy said, both fists under his
chin, elbows on the table.

Intently, he as well as my lover, took in Nicholas
story.

Thats only the tip of the iceberg. They took him out
to the old Greeley farm. Taking him out of the van,
they hustled him inside the barn.

Didnt people hear him?

Not when it was old man Greeley leading them on.

Yeah, I finally interrupted on purpose, deviating,
strange thing is, during the trial, one of the
Greeley boys came out. In fact....

I realized I was jumping the gun, revealing the
climax, before Nicholas told the whole story.

Sorry. Continue.

Eyes shot from me, back to Nicholas.

At first, while the two held him, one of the others
worked his gut over.

You said it was planned? Roberto inquired.

Oh yes. They had everything set up. After they beat
Gregor, they untied his hands. He was too winded to do
anything. He did recall he struggled a little, which
earned him a punch in the balls.

Yikes! Randy stated.

Yeah. But that wasnt the end of his punishment. Like
I said, it had been planned. Gregor feared for his
life, when he saw the ropes hanging from the wooden
beams, neatly attached, spaced apart. They had also
set up a wooden table, ropes at each of the four
corners. Theres not much he could do, with the dull
ache in his crotch. They peeled his shirt off first,
followed by his boots, socks, pants and briefs.

Naked, huh? Randy asked.

Randys short inquiry gave Nicholas a chance to gulp
down another glass of wine, refilled as the waiter
stepped forwards.

Thanks. Yeah. They then tied his arms out
eagle-spread above his head. Then then proceeded to
spread his legs, tying ropes around his ankles,
stretching them apart.

I added, Gregor said he was never so scared, in his
whole life.

Who wouldnt be? My love commented, all of us
agreeing.

So what happened?

Down went his fourth glass of wine, refilled.

They beat him with straps, two behind him and two in
front. He said they laughed, cursed him out, told him
all faggots should die, but also began tearing him
apart over being a gay cop. Gregor said he didnt know
how many lashes he took. Finally they stopped, cutting
him down, tying him faced down on the table. They
retied him, his arms at the top, above his head,
spread out. They stretched his legs out, tying them to
columns. Gregor claims he felt like they would rip him
in half.

We werent the only ones paying attention to Nicholas.
Our waiter, a new guy, around our age, stood there, a
glum look on his face, the half-filled wind bottle
clutching in his arms, as if for security.

I can imagine, Randy stated.

Yeah. When Gregor told us, I let on, its as if I
could feel it for myself.

Nicholas immediately picked up the story, Well, Im
not going to tell you every gory detail, but they
tortured his balls, pulled them out, tied them to the
end of the table. As Anthony mentioned, or almost
said, if not for one of the Greeley boys...

The gay one? Roberto asked.

Yeah. Seems he found out what was going on. He
squealed on his old man.

Alerted the police? Randy guessed.

Right. When they surprised the lot of them, they had
just begun to insert a fat buttplug into Gregors
ass.

So they arrested them, Randy concluded.

Yes. An ambulance came. Gregor was in bad shape.

I acknowledged, But he didnt die.

Nicholas, sarcastically says to us, No kidding,
Anthony. I thought that was Gregors twin sister in
drag in there?

Okay, so I made a stupid mistake. Nicholas went on to
tell them about me, offering my place up for Gregors
repair. 

After five days in the hospital, the media was
hounding Gregor.

Nicholas placed his hand real gentle like on mine,
assuming a totally different demeanor, soft, saying,
So, Anthony here, big-hearted man he is, which we all
know...

Aw shucks! I kidded, smiling.

Opened his heart and his home to Gregor.

How long has it been?

Whats it been Anthony? A year?

Not even that, Nicholas.

Seems like it was a long time ago.

I feel so bad for him, Roberto said, his lips
pouting.

Hes doing pretty good now, I mentioned. They have
him treated by a fine staff of medical professionals
helping him out.

Is he sitll a cop? Randy asks.

Yes, Nicholas answers him, but on a desk job and he
can more or less set his own hours.

Geesh, Roberto adds, I dont know if I would want
to go back.

Thats what many have said, but Gregor told the
press, if he didnt pursue his career, he would feel 
defeated... that those who set out to stop him from
pursuing life, only because of his sexual preference,
they would be the victors.

By now, the waiter stood at our table. 

In a solemn manner, he says to us all, softly, Im
gay.

As if a brother, Nicholas stood.

Youre a brave man, to come out to like you did,
um...?

Placing the mostly empty bottle in his left hand, the
waiter shakes Nicholas hand, then going the rounds,
introducing himself, Giancarlo Rossini.

Noticing in the past, Nicholas and I living together,
Ive sensed the brotherly manner in which hes
responded to peoples needs. At times, he would call
me at wee hours of the morning, asking me if I minded
if he brought a lonely guy home from the club. I often
told him how wonderful a psychiatric professional he
would be. Hes thought about it. I offered to help him
with tuition to go back to school. He said hed think
about it.Being early evening, Linguinis hadnt
started to fill up. Two men hugging didnt present a
spectacle. Even if it did, I know Nicholas wouldnt
give two hoots, as I didnt, as well as the owners of
Linguinis. 

Heres my number. 

My twenty-six year old servant wrote his cellphone
down on a piece of paper. 

You call me, day or night, Giancarlo, if you need
help or have any questions.

Folding the paper, sticking it in his wallet, the
waiter, seemingly in his thirties, thanked him for his
kindess. I have a tough time guessing ages. He
couldve been older. Maybe younger. Hell, whatever, he
was beholden to Nicholas for the friendly advice.

That was nice of you, Randy said.

Its obvious the two, warmed with feeling, exchanged
glances, speaking without talking. Roberto could sense
it as well, offering to exchange seats, so that we
could pair up, closer. The evening progressed along,
Nicholas stating he had to go to the jon, but we all
knew the charade he pulled, to check up on Mario.

Guess what fellas?

We all question Nicholas when he returned from his
second trip.

Gregor took Mario home.

His or Marios?

Think about it, Anthony. Marios place is a crime
scene.

Oh yeah. I knew that!

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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee
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