GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/intervw.txt

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                              Another Solar Fox Original
                                 "Interview"

I entered the first floor of the lavish office building. The woman at the desk
told me that the office I wanted, a Mr. Guidry, to see about employment, was on
the 23rd floor. I had two choices - the long haul up the stairs, or the speedy
but not so often reliable elevator. I chose the latter, logically; I had walked
at least two city blocks and up lots of parking lot stairs to get here, so I'd
be damned if I was going to wear myself out even more. This was to be my
initial interview; I had submitted my resume and an application almost two
weeks ago. What was the job? Or more importantly, who am I? My name is Jason
Staubs, and the job I was attempting to fill was a small part in a major
television commercial. The commercial was for a well-known nationally renowned
household product... okay.. it was a laundry detergent, big deal. But it may
well mean good bucks for me.
At least I thought I was good enough for Mr. Guidry - he picked my short video
out of about twenty-or-so that were given to him as showing just how well
common everyday people could act-- I was just hoping that once I got the part
(I felt confident that I would), that I wouldn't have to go on a set with a
bunch of women. Okay, sorry, but that should tell you a little something about
myself; I am gay and very glad of it; I am eighteen, and I basically think that
I became aware of my intense desires when I was thirteen. I guess certain parts
of my body wouldn't leave me alone!
Well, the elevator arrived on my floor. The doors opened, I got in, but just
about the time the doors were closing, this guy got on.. what a dreamboat! I
mean, well, I myself stand about 5' 9" or thereabouts.. this dude had to be at
least six feet, light blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black
"Metallica" concert shirt, ripped blue jeans that were basically ripped at the
knees - but some other places too.. heh.. yeah, there were some obvious tears
around the crotch that looked like they were made intentionally. The shirt he
was wearing really had no sleeves; it looked like a t-shirt that had been cut
or otherwise torn to look more like a tank top, even so I could see the thick
hair under his arms and by looking carefully on down trying to evade his
attention rather than capture it, at least for now, I could see a thin portion
of the elastic band of his underwear where they stuck up above his jeans. Just
then he stuck his hand in a pocket and doing so caused his jeans to go down
slightly and I could see more of the elastic; I casually took a deep breath and
discovered that he smelled unusually nice - then he looked unusually nice, too!
He had certainly captured my attention. I spoke first.
"What's up?"
"You... really wanna know, dude?"
"Uhh.. sure."
"My dick for one thing."
He had pushed a button for the 20th floor, in this building which by all
indications had FORTY floors. I couldn't help but smile; he in the trashy boy
clothes that I would much rather be in, me in my three-piece suit. Oh, to take
off this tie and.. the elevator arrived on the twentieth floor, and noting that
I still had about fifteen or twenty minutes, I quickly got off on his floor
with no hesitation.
I followed him - he simply went into what appeared to be a snack room on this
floor- the walls were lined with almost every kind of vending machine possible.
Cokes, coffee, coffee cakes, chips, sandwiches.. you name it. I watched from
the entrance as he put in some money, got a Coke, and sat down. I hesitated to
enter the room- after all I didn't really know if he was gay, straight, wanted
to be alone, wanted company...
"Yo.. come on in if you want.. I don't bite"
I went in, sat down in a chair across the table. Funny, I was half expecting to
see this dude light up. He looked like a smoker. Hell, Jas.. why not try him?
"Got a light?"
"Nope.. sure don't.."
"Good."
"Why?"
"'Cuz I don't have anything to light."
"Well.. I might say so."
The conversation was born. Damn.. just a few minutes until the interview!
"Gotta be somewhere?"
"Yeah.. I got this interview at two o' clock.."
"Who with?"
"A guy on the 23rd floor.. Charles Guidry."
"Oh?" he said.
"Yeah."
"You can be late."
"Well, not really. This is a big interview, no small potatoes if you know what
I mean."
"Well, -I- said you can be late."
"What do you mean, 'I can be late'?"
He stuck out his right hand. "Donny Guidry, Charles' son and account
executive."
I shook the hand. "Naah.. now wait a second.."
"Aww.. what the fuck.." he reached in his pocket and pulled out his badge.
Yeah, the guy in the picture really did match this dude. I knew something was
up.. why would he prolong me? He really didn't look that old, either.
"Jus' a second," he said as he got up and walked over to a phone that was in
the room, and dialed, "O".
"The office of Charles Guidry, please."
"Dad, hey! Yeah listen.. you know that guy that was supposed to be interviewed
at two? Yeah.. that's him.. yeah he's with me... look, he's going to be a
little late.. Huh? Tomorrow? Yeah, well, we could. Oh? Yeah, I'll tell him..
Okay.. bye.."
He hung up the phone and came back.
"Well, how would you like to be interviewed TOMORROW as opposed to today, while
at the same time being GUARANTEED that you would get the part, any part?"
"Uhh.. sure thing.. whatever you say!"

He turned the chair around, the back of it facing me and the table, and sat
down, straddling the chair backwards. His knees were very visible now. God, he
looked young! I knew he didn't look any older than me.. but at the same time,
he looked responsible.. and perhaps he was responsible.. right now he was
responsible for this rise I was getting in my brown trousers.
"So.. you're Jason Staubs, eh?"
"Yeah.. I am.."
Guidry must have told him.
He slowly sipped his can of Coke Classic, looking at me almost constantly,
looking down now only to re-orient the position of his shirt. "I would take
this damn thing off," he said, "but there's an ordinance against shirts and
shoes outside an office.."
Even his voice sounded youthful. I couldn't suppress it any longer.
"Donny, how old are you?"
"I'm seventeen. How old are you?"
"Eighteen," I answered.
"Mind if I say that ya look cramped in that mess? After all, the interview IS
tomorrow..."
I sat there and looked at him, almost as though he were the best friend I had
ever had. The best friend I had ever had was Jimmy.. and after I graduated high
school three months ago, we lost touch.. he went to the beach and after that he
had planned to go to Berrymor College. I'd never see him again. Well, Donny got
up and physically walked around behind me, grasped my tie, and began to untie
it. He slowly pulled it off from around my neck, seeming to drag it around the
collar. He reached down and unbuttoned my collar. He noted mentally that I
didn't put up a fight, and who would? He was so gentle.. okay, okay.. so he's
straight until proven gay.. but at least he's starting off on the right foot.
So, he got the collar unbuttoned, but then slowly drug the back of his hand
across my cheek as he pulled away. Homosexual material? Yes, I think so!
I crooned my head back as he laid my tie on the table. Yes, he was smiling.
This, however, may have been enough for him; he retreated to the other side of
the table again and resumed his strattled position in the chair. Which was
okay, because looking at him was reminding me of high school again, something
that I kinda needed right about now.
He looked at me- he was still smiling that boyish smile. God, it was a charm.

"Remind me to return the favor sometime," I said, trying to sound sexy on
purpose. I wanted to make sure he knew that his efforts had not only not gone
to waste, but certainly had not gone unnoticed either.
"You like Metallica, I take it," I said.
"Yeah.. they're okay. Who do you like?" "Oh, well.. Metallica is one, Def
Leppard, Dokken.. I'm a real rocker.."
"Yeah, me too," Donny said. His hair was really long in back and was very
straight. Still, he appeared to be straight also because his face was so..
boyish.
"Jason, you're really cool.."
"Why, thanks dude, you are too."
"Look dude, why don't we blow this pop stand?"
"Sure!" I got up and walked with him out into the hall, followed him and we got
back on the elevator. Ring! The bell sounded as we arrived back at the first
floor. He picked up a phone, and yelled across the lobby. "Charlene, put 2115
up to Guidry's office.."
"Yes sir, Mr. Guidry.."
"Dad? I just wanted ya to know, I'm outta here.. I'll see you tonight, okay?
Huh? Okay.. talk to you later.. bye.."
"Just wanted him to know I wasn't around.. no clientele today hardly anyway..
dad has things under control."
"So, what did you want to do?" I asked.
"Anything. I just thought you.. needed a friend. You looked sort of down and
out up there, Jas.."
"Yeah, nothing wrong with your perceptions.. and Donny, you're cool as hell
too.."
"Jas, you already told me that once. You are too."
He was making me nervous. I wanted to tell him so much more. I was just so
afraid that the words might not come out right, and if they did they may have a
sound to them that might make him want to leave. Still, he had said nothing
about the opposite sex, the commercial spot, nothing. The commercial spot!
Yeah! That's a handy starter!
"Uhh.. one thing Danny.."
"Shoot!"
"This uh.. commercial spot.. I'm not gonna be in there with a bunch of women
doing washing, am I?"
"Uh... no, actually.. it's, well, I'll tell you.. it's one woman, but there's a
scene you're in where there's a bunch of dudes in it after a supposed football
practice, you know dirty clothing and all, and.. well...?"
"Ahh.. that's cool.."
Ahh.. yes, but things started picking up after that.
"Do you have a car?" I asked.
"Yeah.. you?"
"Sure.. it's a couple of blocks.."
"Come on," Danny said, "we'll get mine, it's in the executive lot right around
the corner."
It was a gold Trans Am. But as we were walking from the front of the building
to the car... fireworks began. The first shot was a Roman Candle.
"But you know, Jason, there's so much more to our operation than just
commercials.. you DO know that don't you?"
"Know what?"
"Grrr.. wait til we get in the car.. right here..." and he unlocked his car and
I got inside. We closed the doors.
"Jas.. are you married... girlfriend?"
"No..."
"Are you thinking about a girlfriend?"
"I'm thinking about a boyfriend."
That took bravery.
"That's what I thought," he said. "I sorta get these feelings about other
guys.." he said.
"Yeah.. I guess I do too. When did you feel that way about me?"
"On the elevator," he said, matter-of-factly.
"God."
"How long have you been gay, Jason?"
"Long as I can remember, I guess."
"Yeah? Me too.."
He started the car, backed out of the parking space, pointed the car out of the
bottom level of the three-level parking lot into sunlight. God.. he had a car
phone, tape deck, radio.. CD player..
"But.. what's so much more to your operation than just commercials?" I asked as
he turned the radio down so we could talk normally.
"Guess."
"Gay porn?"
"Bullseye! Jason, you are really smooth, dude! Got some porn of your own?"
"Yeah.. some.."
"Where do you live, Jas?"
"Oh, I have this little apartment.. nothing fancy.."
"Is it.. kosher to go there or anything? I mean.. we can go to my place if you
want.. or..?"
"Yeah dude.. my place is cool.. my roommate is at work and he's okay about me
bringing people over.. or whatever.."
"Okay.. out route 60, I'll bet.."
"Yeah.. Bakersfield."
He really looked nice. The aroma from him that I had smelled in the elevator
was even stronger now, I had just begun to really notice it as we got on the
freeway; I had been a little too nervous up until now to really notice my sense
of smell because my sense of gayness had peaked so high.
"Damn dude, you smell gnarly.."
"Yeah?" he said laughingly, "Thanks!"
He threw in some vintage Kansas. It was "Dust In The Wind."
"Oh, so you like the light stuff too.."
"Yeah, I can be a pretty mellow dude sometimes," he said.
"Me too."
"Yeah.. I could sorta tell that music wasn't the only thing you liked to
thrash, Jason.. look dude, sorry.. don't get me wrong or anything.. I'm not a
hungry wolf or anything.. I'm just horny right now.." he said as he unsnapped
his 501's and unzipped them. "You don't mind if I..."
"Oh.. no dude, don't mind at all.. as I unzipped my own trousers now. Just then
it hit me.. I realized that I was so overcome by this guy that I had left my
tie on the table back in the snack room of the Hollingsworth Building. Fuck it.
This dude was worth a tie. He was worth a lot more.. which was yet to come, I
felt.
We sat at the red light now and he eased those jeans on down past his crotch..
I eagerly looked at his underwear.. oh yeah.. just white cotton jockeys I had
seen all my life.. nothing special. But as the other streets went from yellow
to red and I knew ours was about to go green, he swiftly slid his undies down
also. There it was, the California monster. He was a year younger than me, and
he had to have at least twice as much on him as I had. "Like it? Or does it
bother you?"
"No, it doesn't bother me.. not at all.."
"Go ahead.. touch it if you want.."
Slowly, carefully, I reached over with my left hand across the stick-shift in
the middle of the hump and felt of his stick-shift. It was hard, thick.. and
hot. Real hot. "God.." I uttered, "it's as hard as the music we love.."
"Harder. Try to move it." I hesitated. "Go on.. try! It's okay!"
It wouldn't. It was like a girder in a building.
He giggled. "Heh.. gave you something to do, didn't it? It's amazing man.. once
I get hard like that, even if it's.. five hours sometimes before I touch it, it
never goes down!"
"Shit!"
"Where to now?"
"Exit 213," I said. "It's about five miles."
I carefully unbuttoned my shirt now, revealing my chest and reminding Donny
that I left my tie but not to worry about it. I took off my socks and shoes,
and let my trousers and Fruit of the Looms fall to the floor.
"Damn! Oh.. that reminds me..." he said, picking up the phone now and dialing a
number. "Mr. Guidry's office please.."
"What now?"
"Oh, I'm calling dad to tell him that.. dad? Oh...yeah.. I just can't seem to
leave you alone, can I? Heheh.. well, listen.. Jason.. what kinda car you
have?"
"A brown 1987 Honda Accord.. why?"
"Wassa license tag... you remember?"
Wait.. why the dog and pony act?? Oh well.. must have a reason..
"California plate.. 12845L62.."
"Okay.. dad... there's a brown 1987 Honda Accord, license 12845L62 in the
visitor's parking lot.. it will probably be there overnight.. would you call
the guardhouse and tell them to make sure it doesn't get impounded? Yeah.. it
belongs to a friend of mine that left the building unexpectedly.. okay? Really?
Gee, thanks, I owe you one.. no.. I owe you two.. and dinner.. yeah! Okay.. I
gotta go, I'm in heavy traffic.. bye..." and he hung up the phone.
"God, thanks Donny, I never would have thought about that.."
He smiled. "Dammit, Jason.. I want so bad to.."
"To what?"
"Just.. peck you lightly on the cheek.."
"Well, I'm not stopping you.."
He looked long, hard.. waited until we were on level, straight pavement.. no
cars for several feet in case he swerved, obviously.. and oh.. the feeling of
the lips as they gingerly touched my face.. they seemed to be touching every
inch of my body and went all through me.. he wasn't afraid at all, and I didn't
show any signs of resistance. I loved it.
We pulled off at my exit, and I told him how to get to Amber Crossing
Apartments. Within three minutes, we were parked in front of the door to my
place. I zipped up, went up and unlocked my door and as I looked back, I could
see he was still struggling to get his jeans back up.. the fact was, he
couldn't, or at least didn't want to take the effort.. he.. finally took off
everything, ran down his window and uttered, "leave the door open..".. I was
baffled, but he streaked from the car to the apartment carrying his clothes and
wearing nothing but his shirt. I closed the door behind him and he broke out
laughing. "Hehe.. sorry man.. I just.. got those jeans down and they didn't
want to go back up again without excrutiating pain.. so I just kinda ripped 'em
off..."
"Don't blame you.. I would too if I had a dick that big," I said,
wholeheartedly and seriously. He put his clothes on the sofa in my living room,
and tossed his socks and black Reeboks on the floor. He followed me into the
kitchen where I fixed us some Cokes on ice.
"You've got cool titties," he said.
"Huh?"
"Well, they're standin', and they just look real neat, that's all.."
Shit, that was it. I took off my trousers now and even my underwear. He was
nude, why shouldn't I be? I certainly wasn't going to ask him to put everything
back on! Why should he?
We took our drinks and I put on some music as we sat on the sofa and talked.
His hardon was constant. Come to think of it, mine was too.
"Well, dude.. this is a great place... certainly nothing to be ashamed about,"
he said.
"Yeah.. thanks."
His skin was so tan. I wanted to run my hand on his bare leg.. it looked so
innocent. The hair on it was so dark, so nice.. he caught me. He must have
known everything I wanted to do to him.
"I see you're lookin' at my leg.. heh.. don't be afraid to touch me, if you
want. I don't have any boyfriends, and I'm really short on friends you might
say, too.. since I kinda bailed out of school last quarter. I had too, see.. I
was enjoying looking at all the guys dad was photographing and videotaping..
and I wanted to be part of the action. It's funny though, you know, while I
appear in some of these things with these guys, I never have sex with them. I
save that for someone special. A lot of these lamers that do these things would
have sex with anybody, anytime, anywhere..
"Yeah, I know.." I said, rubbing his leg slowly now. "I could tell you were
different.."
"Yeah? That's wild.. I could tell you were too.. hot damn, dude.. you're a neat
rubber... heh".. he caught his blunder. "Heh.. I didn't mean that the way it
sounded..."
"Yeah, I know you didn't.. that's what's so cool about you.."
"Oh? I wish everybody could see.. no, no I don't either," he said, slapping
himself on the wrist, "then I couldn't have you."
"You want me?"
"Yea guy, I want you real bad. But it's too early.. I mean, I just got to know
you and shit.."
"Yeah, I know..."
We kissed. It felt good. He Frenched me first, then I Frenched him. It was the
first time I had ever been Frenched, but then, this was the first dude that had
really been around me and been this passionate.
"Donny?"
"Yea dude.."
"You ever been in love before?"
"Naah.. I've thought about it.. never have.. but you know, maybe I am now."
"Yeah.. you never know.."
We sipped our drinks. I astounded him a little by starting to talk more about
sexual things.. he was a little astounded because he seemed to talk about it
earlier, but I resisted slightly.

"Donny.. you ever tasted cum?"
"Uh.. yeah.. a few times.. why?"
"Is it good?"
"Yeah... mine was. Never tasted anybody else's.. but I took a bath in in once."
"How do you mean?"
"We had twenty horny dudes on the stage one time being taped, and they were all
horny from looking at each other for over an hour, so my dad called me in and
let them jack off all over me.. it was.. unique, shall we say..hehehe!!"
"Damn!"
I looked at his dick; a drop of clear cum had formed on the tip as he sat there
talking to me. It slowly turned to a trikle, I found, as I began running my
hands over his shoulders.
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna.. suck my dick?"
He had offered. I could tell he was so hot he was about to roast, then, I was
too. I dropped to his cock, and slowly took most of it in my mouth. He moaned.
I tasted cum for the first time, the cum on the end of his rod. Somehow I
believed him when he said that only one person would ever be able to make him
have the kind of sex he wanted to have, because I had those kinds of feelings
too.. and I think I had them since I was about fourteen and going into high
school.
"Oh my gaaaaad.. Jason.. I'm cumming..." and he sent spurt after spurt of wet
jism down my throat.. and I got my fill of it. I liked it! It was different,
somehow, in a way. He filled my mouth with the wet stuff.. it was a little
salty.
He seemed to be amazed that I didn't choke.
"Wheeze, wheeze!" I faked.
"Are you okay?"
"Wheeze, wheeze!"
"Oh, shit! I'm sorry!"
"AH-Hahahahahahaha! I was faking it! God Donny, that was beautiful shit you put
out!"
He kissed me and got to sample a taste of his own juice. It seemed we had held
back on our sexual encounter long enough.
I rubbed his knees. "Well, it looks like you know what feels good," I said.
"Yeah dude, I do.. and you do too.."
"I guess so.. and at least now I know how it's SUPPOSED to feel.."
"Well," he said, "it may well feel that way from now on.. forever.."
We kissed. "Jason, I'm going to ask you something now that I've never asked
anyone before.."
"Yeah? Sure! Anything!"
"Jason, would you like to.. get inside me?"
"You mean.. fuck you?" I swallowed a small lump that was rising in my throat.
"Y-y-y-eah.. just.. only if you want to. I know how it feels.. I've
kinda..well, put things up there before, but no one's ever fucked me. Only if
you want to," he repeated. He mooned me. He grinned and turned that hot little
ass toward me and wagged it in the air. "God that looks hot as hell!" I
uttered. "It feels like it, too!" he said. Just then he spread his asscheeks
and I could really see the hole good. I asked him if I could put my finger up
there, and he said I could. I did.. damn it was tight, as tight as mine. In
fact, I felt of his and then I felt of mine right after. "What is it?" he
asked.

"I was just kinda.. heh.. comparing how tight we were back there."
"Really? Let me feel.." and he did the same thing. "Hot damn!" he said. "You
feel good back there, too!" he said, getting hard as a rock again. I put some
Vaseline on my dick and slid into Donny. "W-w-wow! Neat as hell!" he said,
jacking his dick. "It really feels good after all!"
"Yeah.. I've only been fucked once."
"Oh?"
"Yeah.. a dude did it when I was young.. and it wasn't against my will.."
"Cool! I don't see how it would be!"
I got faster and faster, and he moaned louder and louder.. Soon I came and shot
my wad all inside him. "Damn dude, I felt that... it felt cool as shit!" he
said, grasping my hot tool. "You feel good too," he said and I drew him close
and kissed him again. We went and showered.
Suddenly, as we towelled each other off, we began exchanging "I Love You's".
This was hard to believe for me, and I was sure equally so for Donny. But he
was just so rad.. and I was rad to him.
That was it, too.. ugh.. the son of my probable future boss, and we're in
love... actually, Donny was partly my boss too.. but that was different.
"Hey Jason.. you wanna go see where I live?"
"Sure!"
I locked up and we got back in the T/A. We got back on route 60 and went a
little further North. It wasn't ten minutes before we were at the Guidry's
residence. A small Yorkshire Terrier on the other side of what was apparently a
backyard fence began to bark out a warning. "Awww.. shuddup, Bon Jovi.."
"Bon Jovi? You named it after Jon?"
"Yeah.. he's cool."
"Yeah, he is.. it is my dog, too.. I won that sucker in a puppy drawing about..
two years ago.. because I drew the cutest puppy.."
"You draw?"
"Yeah dude, I draw, sketch.. heh.." he said.

Entering his drawing room, erotic drawings were instantly visible.. subtle
drawings of male sex organs, and also more vivid ones. Some were painted and
looked almost like photographs.
"Wanna see some of Chuck Guidry's works of art?" he murmured.
"Yeah.. what kinds?"
"B-O-Y-S," he spelled out as he cut off the lights and turned on a slide
projector. "You know," he said, "slides can produce some of the cleanest,
clearest pictures of any of the known methods of photo reproduction," he said
as he started the show which consisted of lots of nude boys, some as old as 19
and as young as 14. "This is cool," I said, very aware of my own dick. I was
now wearing a Def Leppard shirt and a pair of Jams, but not for long. They were
in all kinds of poses, with all kinds of facial expressions and all kinds of
faces. "Your - company didn't by chance get a crack at the Rob Lowe video, did
it?"
"Heh.. funny you should mention that.." he said.. "it did just yesterday. We
have it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but rest assured it's not going anywhere.."
"Yeah.. I can imagine.. I was just going to say.. keeping this under wraps is a
bit of a test, isn't it?"
"Well.. yeah, I guess so.. but we have a pretty good front. We have a lifetime
contract with Proctor & Gamble Company, among others on the commercial front..
my dad's big into real estate.. he's divorced.."
"Is he.."
"Is he what?"
"Is he.. gay?"
"Yeah.. he is. THAT'S why he's divorced, you see. But not until he had full
custody of me.. my mom didn't want me.. she blames him for "converting" me and
she wants nothing to do with either of us.. last I heard she was going to
England.
"Heh.. yeah.. cool.."
"Yeah, it is pretty cool.."

As the lights came back up now, and his slide show was over, he walked over to
a stack of photos of more nude guys. He told me his dad was going to get him
some stills made this week from the Rob Lowetape. As I looked at him rambling
through the closet, I looked over at my drink which was sitting beside a stack
of magazines on the desk. As I looked at the glass momentarily, some slight
ripples appeared which were barely noticeable among the liquid in the ice. Yet,
the glass had remained stationary throughout. "Oh shit..." he yelled from
inside the walk-in closet, large enough to house even a St. Bernard happily for
hours.
"What?!" I yelled back. He paused.
"Didn't you feel it?" he asked as he came back out of the closet with a couple
of albums.
"Was it a... a.. tremor?" I asked, dumbfounded, having only lived in California
for about three months now, a native of Georgia.
"Yeah, it was a tremor alright," he said. "Judging from the feel of it, it was
about the usual epicenter.. probably the middle of the San Juaquin Valley..
probably pretty gnarly.."
"Yeah.." I said, feeling a little nervous.
"This your first tremor, dude?"
"Yeah.."
"Don't worry about it. It's nothing. We get 'em all the time.. it just makes
the waves higher so the surfers can have something to ride.. heh.."
Another tremor, this one a little stronger. He dropped the albums, held me. We
sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, nothing. Everything stopped.

The power failed for almost a minute, then was restored.
We got up. "It's over dude. Hey look man... can you keep a secret?"
"I've been known to.." I responded.
"I'm... breakin' up this little merger.."
"WHAT little merger?" I said, wondering if he meant us.
"Me an' my dad.. see.. you're lookin' at a prime example of it just a minute
ago. I want outta here.."
"Really?"
"Yeah. God... that.. I mean, it's probably disapointing to you, isn't it? I
mean, not working with me.."
My tune changed. So did the drum beat. I was marching to Donny's beat, dammit!
"Who said I was working for Charles Guidry?" I said.
"Huh? You mean you..."
"If you want out of California, we can get out. I used to live in Georgia, and
they don't really have this problem.. they have OTHERS, but not quakes.."
"Well.. now, I dunno..."
"Yeah.. well.. just think about it.. why do you take a sudden urge to get out
of Guidry Enterprises?"
"The boys," he said, "the boys. I don't need boys.. I have the only boy I need
right here." He ran into the closet again, dragged out a suitcase, and some
briefcases. He put the suitcase on his bed and threw it open. Then he threw
open his dresser and began stuffing underwear in it. "What are you doing?" I
asked.
"Uh.. moving in with you? Until you leave California? Huh?"
I nodded slowly in the affirmative. He quickly packed up various things and we
loaded them in his car. Passing through the kitchen, I noticed that the tremors
has caused some cereal to fall from its shelf and some to spill onto the floor.
"Not that it matters.. but does your apartment have a clause against pets?"
I smiled. "Heh.. no.. go get Bon Jovi if you want.. is he friendly?"
"Heh.. why don't you ask him?"
I read a little something into that that maybe I shouldn't have.. but...?
I looked a certain way at Donny. "What's that look for? Uhh.. no.. I didn't do
what you think I did.."
"Did I say anything?"
"Yes!"
"What? What did I say?"
"You looked at me like, 'did you FUCK that dog?'"
"Well?"
"Well, I didn't fuck B.J.! Heh.."
He had everything piled in, left his dad a note, and we headed back for my
place. He left a tape saying that he was taking a leave of absence and that it
was possibly total separation. I knew then and there that it was, but I guess
he didn't want to leave his father totally distraught.

For about the first two miles, Bon Jovi wouldn't stop barking. Then I held out
my hand and he sniffed it, licked it a few times, sniffed it some more and then
I patted him on the snout. He jumped up and got in my lap. "See there.. he's
not so bad..heh.." Donny said. "Damn.. I never would have.. dreamed that.. I'd
be doing this when I saw you get on that elevator.." he said.
"Donny, none of us can ever predict the future.."
"This is true," he said as he cut on the radio to the shocking news... "houses
destroyed in Los Angeles.. the epicenter of the tremor was located near the
city. At least one fatality has been confirmed."
"As soon as we get a chance," Donny said as he clicked off the radio, "we're
gettin' outta here.. never to return.."
"Are you FROM California?"
"Yeah.. I grew up in that house.."
"Guess you could say you're a 'valley dude' then.." I said.
"Yeah, like, for sure dude.. heheh.."
We arrived back at the apartment. Dennis, (soon to be Denise, he was soon to
have a sex change operation), was already home and getting ready to eat
supper.. it was now a little after seven.. and now I knew Donny took priority
over Charlie, and I could fuck the ad spot. It may have been my first break in
the business, but I don't think it would be my last.

"Dennis.. this is Donny.. Donny.. Dennis."
"Soon to be Denise," Dennis added. "Nice to meet you." He saw the suitcases.
"A new roomie to add to our collection?"
"No, I don't think so," I said. "Dennis, I need to talk to you a minute.." I
said as I went into his room and told him some information, among it the fact
that I wasn't going to be here much longer. Let's put it this way; Donny didn't
need to light any fires under me to get me going on the incentive of leaving
the state.

"Yo.. Donny.."
"Yeah?"
"Sleep in my bed with me tonight?"
"Sure! No sweat!"
"I want sweat."
"You better watch what you wish for, dude; you may get it!"
"Donny... would it be impossible to get a U-Haul tomorrow and split?" I asked,
as I couldn't personally see any reason to stay back, unless Donny had
short-term plans.
"Well, I can.. see that.. yeah.. that's possible.. but what..?"
"You tow the the U-Haul. I- well.. I don't know what to do with that Honda.. it
has been giving me a little trouble.."
"Well.. throw it to the used car wolves. I'm sure you'd get a lot!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!!"
We kissed. He wanted to fuck me; I let him. He really felt good inside me.. so
warm.. yeah.. really rubbed the sticks and stones together.

It was 9:00 Wednesday morning. He accidentally rolled over onto me which woke
us both up; Dennis(e) had already gotten up and left for work. Work for Dennis
was right now a tailor in a men's dress shop.. very FITTING (heh heh).. but
soon, he would be into cosmetology. He had already trained for it and did it
even now part-time; soon he would make it full-time but was going to move to
San Francisco after the operation, which was scheduled just six weeks from last
Monday. Hmm.. I awoke with the taste of semen and long hair in my mouth; I
recognized it well after last night's goings-on... and then I realized that
just before we crashed out, I sucked him off. Mmm.
I began the inevitable task of having to pack. I was going to pack; we'd go out
for breakfast, rent a hitch, come back, load my shit, then go to Donny's, get
his stuff and go. Even now it felt like there was a little tremor, but I think
part of it was my imagination DEEMING there was a tremor. "Mm.." muttered
Donny. "Haven't eaten eggs in quite a while now. Guess I'm trying to watch the
cholesterol level.. hehe.."
"Yeah.. me too.."

When we got to the Guidry residence, Donny tried to put Bon Jovi out to pee,
and even HE didn't want to get out of the car! He did, eventually.. I was
amazed that he actually had this little puppy car-trained.. it didn't go ONCE
in that damned car. "Heh.. I sprayed back there with a certain scent he
respects," Donny said. "He knows about it, don'tcha B.J.?"
Charles Guidry had left his son a return message.. on videotape rather than
audio tape. It was funny.. and even enlightening to watch. I'd never worked ONE
DAY for the man, and after seeing him.. I was a little glad. A Goodyear Blimp
on feet... sorry, it's just true.
"Son.. I knew this day would come from the moment you set foot into the door of
this company, just over a year ago now. Every day I prayed that your day, my
son's day would come; it obviously had, and what better time than in the prime
of your youth.." he certainly respected his son, didn't he?
"In the safe, in it's.. special place, I have left you a little help. I hope
you can use it in addition to what you already have, and I really.. hope to see
you soon.. but my heart, which I must follow, says, 'be on your merry way, my
boy..'.. Godspeed... Love always , your father."
Charles' image faded into static. I helped Donny with his massive collection of
home videotapes and equipment. Somehow, we were even able to cram all of this
into that tight space called a U-Haul carrier. It was a miracle.. I guess it
looked like more in the house because it was all spread out.

My car? Oh yes.. I took it to the local Honda dealer and got what I thought was
a fair price for it... and the good thing was that they paid cash on the spot.
I thought about it, and it was worth at least $4000; I got $4050.
He let me try the T/A; it handled really well considering the load we were
going to pull [probably] cross-country. "Tell me the truth now, dude.. does it
handle as well as I do?" he asked, grinning sheepishly.
"Hell no!"
"Good... for a minute there I wasn't sure.."
"Oh, come on.."
"Yeah.. jus' fucking with ya mind.. heh.."
After I let him take it, I leafed through some more of the photos he had. He
had a lot. It was just so hard to think that he gave all this up... for me! But
I guess the tremors had something to do with it, too. There were some pretty
wicked pictures.. some were of dudes fully nude, urinating on each other, some
showed shots of cum pounding out of youthful cocks probably just old enough to
pound it out. One thing was sure.. Donny and I wwere having no problems in that
department. None whatsoever.
"Donny.. you're not gonna.. no, you're not.."
"Not gonna what?"
"Stop in Vegas and gamble."
"Why.. you wanna?"
"N-n-ot really..."
"Are you scared? Dontcha just want to try a little? I mean, after all.. I got a
small empire here..."
"I know, that's what scares me.."
"You don't think I'd be fool enough to..?"
"No... but we sure as shit could get robbed! Our money needs to be in a bank
somewhere!"
"Oh, I love that!"
"What?"
"You said, 'OUR money needs to be in a bank somewhere.' You didn't say, 'YOUR
money'..."
"Well?"
"Well, Jason, dammit, it just means we're thinking alike! Dammit boy I want
you, but I'm driving..."
"I could suck you some while you drive.."
"I might wreck!"
"Yeah.. well, if you distrust your skills that much.."
"No, I don't.. it's just.. some people just can't walk and chew gum at the same time.."
"Yeahh.. but God, can you ever fuck and shoot your wad at the same time..."
"Oooo! God! You're driving me nuts!"
"Those are in your shorts."
"Grrr... Wow! Check it out! Nevada 110 miles! Yaa-hoo!"
A very boyish yelp, which caused Bon Jovi to wail. He could hit certain notes
that I couldn't. This alone having given me a hardon, I forced him to sing and
yelp in that somewhat higher-pitched voice that I didn't possess. I had nearly
stroked myself into a jism before he couldn't stand it anymore, and had to make
me drive after letting Bon Jovi take a leak, so that he could suck me off
behind the wheel. He couldn't stand to "see me suffer any longer."
Bon Jovi was now a very adorable dog to me and I felt as though I were becoming
as attached to it as Donny was; perhaps that was one of our common traits,
Donny and I; we found a lot of the same beauty in a lot of the same things. Bon
Jovi was no exception, and of course, "it" was a "he". B.J. had this neat
little method of barking a certain way that Donny could distinguish when he had
to pee which I thought was truly unique. "Well, we raised him from a pup.. I
guess we sorta taught him a lot of neat stuff and didn't realize it.. but I
bought him with my own money, so he is truly mine.."
We rolled on across the desert Southwest, the heat was a little sweltering at
times out in the open. But it also gave us another fantasy to try to fulfill,
even if it did border on lunacy.
We were on a very isolated stretch of road, and we thought we'd stop a few
minutes, because the car was running JUST A LITTLE warm. We both agreed that we
could understand about WARM things.. heheh.. in more ways than one. We edged
about 100 yards off the roadway near some dunes, and put Bon Jovi on a leash--
walked him around behind the dunes, pouring him some water in a bowl and
wrapping his leash around a post we found. We lay in the hot, 110-degree heat
of the desert for a few minutes anyway, miles from anywhere, alone. Just to
experience it. We were sweating like pigs, and we were now naked behind this
dune, pressing together and combining our sweat. Donny licked me all over, I
licked Donny. I sucked him off and watched as his hot juice shot out all over
the dry sand. There are those that might say that it was a wasted load.. but
there are the two of us that said, "we wanted to spout some luck onto virgin
soil, that it may produce." Perhaps Donny's little "fertilizer" shot worked..
perhaps not. Still, it was quite a show watching his "little geyser" shoot off.
Just as it did, Bon Jovi began to bark.

We could see now why he did. There, on the horizon, were some dark clouds
packed with electricity. They say it never rains here, but when it does it
pours, man it pours. I believed it. Then I heard the distant thunder Bon Jovi
"spoke" of, and saw an arc of lightning that had to have contacted earth
somewhere. We got dressed and got back in the car. Why, Bon Jovi was a regular
"weatherdog."
"Oh, he used to scratch on the back door, then he'd come in and hide under my
bed.. he was terrified of the things.. still is... I guess God put some wisdom
somewhere that tells all dogs what things like that are capable of.."
"Yeah.. I dig it.."
I drove us from here, on up towards Las Vegas. Donny's hair and face were so
pretty in the sun.. and we were both beginning to feel some effects of the
heat. Still, his T/A was very reliable, and it was fairly comfortable with the
air running. We were afraid to play the stereo TOO loud.. we had Bon Jovi in
the car and we felt we needed at least one good set of working ears in case
something happened. About twenty minutes after we left the geyser scene, it was
POURING rain, solid sheets of it. We had to literally CRAWL along, and it was
only for lack of much traffic that we elected to press on. But still, we made
it and no doubt it cooled things off a few degrees..
"Yeah dude.. I may be red down there but it's a lot cooler," Donny said of his
weenie. "Better watch it though.. high pressure area could close in fast and
cause the steam to rise!"