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The Alphabet Lovers: Victor

by JohnPaul


One of the many perks of my promotion is that it allowed me more time to do things that I had neglected over the years, like unpacking the boxes in my condo, hanging out with old high school and college buddies, and spending time with my parents. I love my parents very much and it always bothered me that I only got to see them a couple weeks out of the year, so I decided to spend my first vacation with them in L.A.

It was the first day of my visit and my mom already had me on dish duty – it was as if nothing had changed in the 14 years I’d been gone. They had two maids and a dishwasher and I was still relegated to washing dishes because my mother didn’t believe in letting a “stranger” in her kitchen nor did she believe that a machine could give a thorough washing. I didn’t mind. It was just the three of us and I actually found the chore rather relaxing.

I was scraping the eggs and syrup off our plates, and admiring my parents’ back lawn through the kitchen window, when I saw a strange man walking across the grass. I say strange not only because I’d never seen him before, but also because was zigzagging around the yard, staring at the ground, and mumbling quietly to himself.

“Dad, please tell me you know who that guy is walking across your yard.”

My dad peeped out the window to see whom I was talking about. “Oh, that’s our new groundskeeper, Victor.”

“What happened to Jimmy?” I asked of their previous groundskeeper.

“Jimmy retired last month. He said he was getting too old for that kind of work and, frankly, I had to agree with him.

“Too old? He’s only 51 or 52, right?”

“He just turned 60, John Paul.”

I did the math in my head to verify my father’s claim. “Okay, but that’s still fairly young and Jimmy was in excellent shape.”

My father simply shook his head in disbelief. I knew I was being silly, but Jimmy had been a part of our life since we moved to California; I couldn’t imagine not seeing him around.

“I really liked Jimmy,” I grumbled.

My father gave me a sly grin and patted me on my shoulder. “I know you did.”

I blushed and returned to washing the dishes. Obviously my secret crush on Jimmy wasn’t such a secret. Come to think of it, it would have been hard for my parents not to know; my crush was more like an obsession. When I was younger, I thought of Jimmy as a big brother; but as I got older and my hormones started flaring up and I became aware of my sexuality--he became much more. He was the star of all my adolescent wet dreams. I can remember rushing home from school just so I could gaze at him through my bedroom window while he worked on the back yard. Jimmy was old school and, out of respect for my mother, he never walked around in anything to revealing, no matter how hot it got. If I was lucky, though, he’d strip down to his A-shirt and I could get a nice view of his thick, bulging biceps and shoulders. His skin reminded me of melted chocolate the way it glistened with sweat in the bright California sun. Visions of the thin white material clinging to his sweaty black body filled my head as I masturbated at night. The imagery was usually enough to get two hefty loads out of my teenage cock – at 16, it didn’t take much.

I wished I’d had a chance to see him one last time. I imagined at 60, he was still sexy enough to make me cum twice in a row.

“You’re going to rub a hole right through that plate, son,” my dad commented.

“Huh? Oh… sorry, my mind was somewhere else,” I said.

“Mm… well why don’t you let me take over the dishes? A few laps around the pool might help you clear your head.”

“You sure? What if mom finds out that you’re doing my chores?” I joked.

He chuckled and grabbed the dishcloth from my hands. “I can handle your mother, now get!”

I hugged and kissed my dad then ran upstairs to change. I picked out a pair of trunks from the drawer full of swimwear that I kept at my parents’ house – a modest pair of lime-green board shorts – then ran back downstairs and out onto the terrace.

I ran into the new groundskeeper on my way out to the pool. He’d stopped mumbling but was still walking around and looking down at the ground. I watched him walk a few paces, stop, pat the ground with his foot, then move on to another patch of land. He was a fairly young man – around my age or a little older – of South American decent I conjectured by his smooth, honey-colored complexion, and thick, black hair. He wore his curly tresses long enough that he had to constantly sweep them out of his eyes, but too short to pull back into a more manageable ponytail. He was good-looking as most of us Latin men are, and was neatly dressed in his yellow/tan work boots, loose-fitting jeans, and plain, dark green t-shirt. Since I’d been staring at him for the better part of five minutes, I figured I should at least introduce myself.

“Hi, you must be Victor,” I said. He looked up at me and smiled. I held my hand out to him. He wiped his hand on his jeans then joined me in a firm handshake. “My name is John Paul. I’m…”

“I know who you are,” he said with a thick accent. “You can’t turn around without running into a picture of you… and your mother talks about you all the time.”

I blushed furiously. “I’m sorry. She gets carried away sometimes.”

“I don’t mind. She’s very proud of you… she should be. She showed me some of your work… you’re very good.”

“Thanks.” Victor smiled and nodded. “May I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” he said.

“What exactly are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see how resilient the grass is. It’s pretty strong, but it’ll need some boosting before the party.”

“Oh yeah… the big party.”

“You don’t sound very thrilled about it.”

I shrugged. “It’s usually just a bunch of people my dad used to work with reminiscing about the Glory Days of Hollywood. The stories get old after a while.”

“Wow! That sounds like fun to me.”

“Then why don’t you go?” I suggested. It would be nice to have someone my age to talk to.

“I couldn’t…” he answered. “Besides I don’t have any dressy clothes.”

“You don’t have to dress up but, if it would make you feel better, you can wear something of mine.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“No. I think it’d be fun to have you there.”

“Gee… thanks!” He was beaming from ear to ear.

“No problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get a few laps in before I take my mother to the store.”

“Sure. It was a pleasure to meet you. Enjoy your swim,” he said then turned his attention back to my parents’ frail turf.

“Thanks. It was nice meeting you too.”

I continued down the cobblestone path to the pool and jumped in the cool, blue water for a relaxing thirty-minute swim. By the time I’d finished, Victor had moved on and was examining the section of lawn down by the grilling pits. I chuckled, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the house.

A few days passed by and Victor was busy strengthening the grass for the big day. We’d chat each morning just before I took my swim. He’d comment on the different pair of trunks I wore each day; I’d comment on how good the lawn looked; then we’d engage in a little light conversation. He was, in fact, from South America – Colombia to be exact. He moved to the States with his parents when he was 15. We had a lot in common and I really enjoyed his company.

The day of the party rolled around and, as promised, I let Victor borrow an outfit for the event. I took him to my room and let him pick through some of the clothes I’d brought with me. After some careful consideration, he picked out a tan linen suit and a baby blue sweater T. We even wore the same shoe size, so I let him borrow a pair of those too. I didn’t get to see him in the outfit until later that evening at the party. All eyes were on him – especially mine – as he strolled down the grassy hill towards the grills. He looked better in my outfit than I did. The pale colors accentuated his flawless tan skin.

Being with him was an eye-opening experience. His jaw dropped whenever he saw another old Hollywood legend walk by. It made me realize how jaded I had become. I saw my dad’s friends in a new light and listened to their stories with a newfound sense of wonder and amazement. Victor stuck close to me throughout the evening. Never more than a few inches away, I grew accustomed to feeling his warm presence. Not thinking, I even reached out once and held his hand. I expected him to snatch it away immediately. Instead, he gave it a firm squeeze then let go.

I was falling for him – big time! It broke my heart when he said he had to leave early. He had to get up early the next morning to work on the flowerbeds or something. I begged him to stay a little longer, telling him that the flowerbeds could wait, but he refused.

“I know my way out,” he said as I followed him away from the party. “Thanks for a wonderful evening.”

He left me confused and dejected. I thought there was something developing between us, but obviously I was wrong. I sulked through the rest of the party, bored and lonely without my newfound companion by my side.

The next morning, I finished my chores and went out for my morning swim. Victor had finished planting and mulching the flowerbeds and was now trimming the hedges. He’d been busy and, I have to admit, the shrubs never looked so good. As much as I loved Jimmy and thought he could do no wrong, he didn’t know jack about trimming shrubbery. For the longest time I thought our bushes were supposed to look like formless green blobs. My parents told their friends it was the latest in topiary. With Victor’s work, they wouldn’t be lying; in one morning he had reversed decades of clipper mishaps and transformed our greenery into well-sculpted works of art.

“Good morning!” he called out then walked over to where I was standing.

“Good morning. Great job on the hedges!”

“You think? I can do better, but they were in pretty bad shape.”

“Yeah, I know; that’s what makes it so impressive.”

“Hey, I had a great time last night,” he said. I was glad he brought it up; I wasn’t going to mention it if he didn’t.

“I had a good time too. I haven’t had that much fun at one of dad’s parties in a long time. It was great hanging out with you.”

“I know. We should hang out more often.”

“I’d like that.”

We shared a few nervous smiles over the awkward silence before Victor quickly switched topics. “Heading out for your morning swim, I see.”

“Yeah, old habits die hard. I used to swim twice a day when I lived here.”

“That explains the killer physique.”

“I’m glad someone notices it.”

“It’s kind of hard not to,” he replied. His eyes quickly skimmed over my body and I’m sure I saw them linger around the front of my powder blue swim trunks. They were a little shorter and tighter than the ones I’d worn before and had a tendency to over-accentuate my legs and crotch.

I stared into his coffee-colored eyes and tried to get a fix on the vibes I was getting. I got nothing in return but a warm gaze and a friendly smile. Perhaps I was just imagining it, like I imagined what I felt between us the night before.

“I think your date is waiting,” he said.

“Huh?”

“You know… your standing date with the pool.”

“Oh right… the pool… yeah; I can’t wait to jump in.”

“Enjoy.”

“Thanks. I’ll see ya around.”

Victor waved and went back to trimming the bushes. I scampered off to take my swim. Halfway through my swim, I got the feeling that I was being watched. I drifted to the edge of the pool and looked around. There was no one there except Victor, who was standing a few yards away, completely engrossed in clipping my mother’s beloved camellia.

“My senses must need calibrating,” I muttered.

I shrugged it off and continued swimming, but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. It was a creepy feeling to say the least. I decided to call it quits and jumped out of the pool.

“Short session today?” Victor asked.

“Yeah… I suddenly don’t feel like swimming anymore.”

“Oh, too bad. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.”

“Yeah… see ya, Victor.”

The next morning saw me going about the same routine. I ate breakfast with the parental units, washed the dishes, took Mimi for a walk, and then ran upstairs to pick out an outfit for my morning swim. It was hot outside – perfect for a nice long swim. I rummaged through the dozen or so shorts and decided on a pair of old, red trunks that I wore in my days as a lifeguard. I stripped out of my ordinary clothes and slipped into the trunks. They were a little snug, but they fit. It was gratifying to know that I still had the body of a 16-year-old.

As I twirled around in front of the mirror, vainly admiring just how good I looked in my old trunks, I noticed some movement outside on the yard. “Oh, it’s just Victor,” I said to myself. It was his day to cut the grass and he’d just started on the back yard when I came back from Mimi’s walk. He’d turned off the riding mower and was now taking a break.

I walked over to my window and watched him gulp down half a jug of water then wipe his lips on the back of his arm. Looking at him through my window with my old lifeguard trunks on reminded me of all the times I spent spying on Jimmy. Victor was no Jimmy, but he was a hottie in his own right. Whereas our former gardener made it a point of covering himself up as much as possible, the new guy had no such hang-ups. Choosing comfort over decorum, Victor had on the skimpiest outfit he could legally wear: a tight wife-beater and pair of tiny, nylon running shorts, which were both dripping wet and clung to his sweaty body. It was the first time I’d seen him in such a state of undress and I liked what I saw. The weatherman said it was supposed to be a scorcher but I had a feeling it was going to get even hotter.

I continued to watch him for a little while as he polished off the gallon of water then walked the empty container over to the trashcan. His skimpy little outfit revealed a lot of skin, much to my delight. Keeping with my candy analogy, Victor’s skin looked like hot toffee – all sweet and sticky. He sauntered back to the mower and, before mounting it, peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the seat. He stretched – giving me an unobstructed view of his smooth chest and stomach, including the pair of tiny tattoos etched dangerously close to his pubes. My dick stirred inside my trunks. I reached down to let him know I heard his call for attention. “Calm down, boy… he doesn’t want to play with you,” I pleaded. Obediently, he complied.

Victor started up the mower again and began the overwhelming task of taming 10 acres of turf. I made a mad dash for the pool, trying to avoid any lengthy encounters with the nearly naked gardener that would lead to another, more embarrassing, flare-up of my libido. Tossing the towel on a lounge chair, I quickly jumped into the pool and started my laps. 30 minutes, 30 laps, and 1500 meters later, I finally resurfaced, feeling exhausted but refreshed, and definitely a lot less horny.

“That’s some workout.” Victor was standing at the edge of pool by the steps with my towel in his hand. “Makes me tired just watching it.”

I swam over to the side of the pool and climbed out. He handed me the towel and smiled.

“You were watching me?” I asked.

“Yeah. I saw you walk down here, so I thought I’d come down and say hello before you started swimming. By the time I got down here you were already in the pool. I figured I’d stay and watch you swim until you were finished. I watched you a little bit yesterday, too. You’re so graceful underwater… it’s sort of mesmerizing to watch.”

I was stricken with the sudden inability to speak. I stopped drying off and clutched the damp towel to my chest.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, responding to the look of concern that worked its way across my brow. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just creepy to think you were watching me swim… like you’re stalking me or something.”

“As creepy as watching someone from your bedroom window?”

I drew in a sharp breath. “You saw me?”

“Yeah,” he said then started blushing. “I saw everything.”

I couldn’t believe he had watched me undress. I wanted to be offended by his invasion of my privacy, but how could I be when I was guilty of the same transgression? At least Victor had the balls to be honest about his peeping habits.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” he continued. “It’s obvious that we have feelings for each other and we’ve been too chicken to do anything about it. So we resorted to hiding behind curtains and bushes and secretly lusting from afar. Now our secrets are out. We don’t have to hide from it anymore.”

Victor yanked the towel out of my hands and pulled my body close to his. His hot, sticky chest rubbed against mine and I felt my cock reawaken. He was hard too as evidenced by the tent in his nylon shorts. He put his hand on my ass and squeezed, forcing my hip forward and crushing our throbbing erections together. Like magnets, our lips made contact. Victor was the first hot-blooded Latino I’d ever kissed and he kissed me like no man had ever done before. It was forceful and passionate. He consumed me with his mouth. “Is this how I kiss?” I wondered. I was on fire! I never wanted to fuck someone so bad in all my life. It was hard for me to pull away, but I had to.

“Why did you stop?” he asked. He eyes searched mine for an answer while his hands searched the rest of my body for whatever it could find.

“I can’t do this. Not here… not now.”

“Then where, when?” he asked. “I must have you,” he insisted. His eyes were pleading – I wanted to give in, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t disrespect my parents by fucking their gardener in their back yard.

“I-I don’t know,” I said, suddenly finding the will to pull away from his warm, inviting embrace. “I have to go.”

I left Victor standing by the side of the pool, holding the towel, and probably wondering what the hell just happened. I wanted to explain to him, but the longer I stayed in his presence, the harder it would be to resist his powerful spell.

I didn’t sleep well that night. Thoughts of Victor kept invading my dreams. I jerked off a couple of times like I had done so many times before in that bed, in that room, in my parents’ house. It felt silly and juvenile, but it was the only way I could get relief. Midnight rolled around then 1:00 and 2:00. I finally gave up on the idea of sleeping and decided to take a late-night swim. If it didn’t clear my thoughts at least it would tire me to the point where I’d fall asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

I grabbed a pair of trunks from the drawer and slid them on. I crept downstairs and out the patio door. The sensors picked up my movement as I approached the pool and the underwater lights flickered to life, making the water glow an eerie shade of cobalt blue. It was chilly outside but the water was a comfortable 75 degrees thanks to the heaters my dad had installed. I dunked my head under and tried to lose myself in the water’s tepid embrace.

I don’t know how long I swam exactly; I just kept going until my arms, legs, and lungs screamed for reprieve. I coasted to the edge and held on – I was too tired to get out.

“It’s a little late for a swim, isn’t it?”

“Jesus, Victor!! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here?”

“I saw the lights from my room and I came to see what was going on. I figured it was a stray cat or something, but I was hoping it was you.”

“Your room?”

“Yeah. I’m renting out the pool house. Didn’t your parents tell you?”

“No, they must have forgotten.”

Victor slipped into the pool with his boxers on. He swam over to me but I pushed away and floated to the middle of the pool.

“Why are you running away from me?”

“I told you, not here.”

“Why not? If you’re worried about your parents catching us, I think they’re safely tucked into bed.”

“That’s not the point. I can’t have sex in their house… it’s just not right.”

“We’re not in their house,” he quipped.

“You know what I mean,” I snapped.

He swam over to me again; this time, I was too tired to flee. “Fine. Then what about my house?” he asked.

I felt his hairy legs brush against mine and a tingle ran up my spine. He looked so beautiful in the glow of the diffused pool lights. I still remembered the feel of his lips pressed against mine and his tongue invading the depths of my mouth. I wanted to experience that sensation again along with a thousand others. He swam over to side of the pool, climbed out and walked to the pool house. I followed closely behind.

“Promise me you won’t run away from me this time,” he implored.

I leaned forward and offered my mouth to his. That was the answer he was looking for. He kissed me like he had done earlier that afternoon. All the hunger and all the passion was still there. His fingers slipped inside my swim trunks and peeled the wet fabric away from my body. The shorts fell in a pile at my feet and I was naked. His lips separated from mine with a lewd slurp. I didn’t want him to stop kissing me, but I felt his lips and tongue blaze a path down my neck and chest and knew that there were better things in store for me. He paused for a moment to lick the pool of water from my navel before continuing his course towards my aching cock.

My weary legs threatened to give way beneath me when he wrapped his hot lips around the head of my cock. He sucked hard on the bloated tip, coaxing out the first drops of syrup from my dick. I moaned and stumbled forward, driving more of my cock into his beautiful mouth. Victor swallowed it down without protest and opened up for more. I pressed forward, pushing through the restrictive entrance to his throat, until I felt my nuts resting on his lips. I don’t think he’d ever taken a guy down his throat before – he choked and gagged a little at first, but soon settled into the sensation of having his gullet filled with my Brazilian meat.

I slid in and out of his mouth a few times, feeling his rough tongue scraping against the underside of my cock, then pulled out to let him catch his breath.

“How’s it taste?” I asked.

He sucked my pole back down his throat and sucked on it some more. I guess that meant he liked it. He bobbed up and down on my protracted prick, sliding his lips and tongue along every sensitive inch. He sucked my dick so hard it felt like a vacuum pump. I’d never seen the veins on my dick pop up like that before. The sexy Colombian was sucking me so good that he had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

I grabbed a fistful of his wet, curly hair and started feeding him my cock. He leaned back like a good cocksucker and let me fuck his throat. He looked up at me with his dazzling black eyes. If his mouth hadn’t been full of dick, I’m sure he would have been smiling at me. How sexy is that? I was so turned on!

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked. “You wanted me to force feed you my cock? Huh?” He moaned his assent as I continued to shove my dick down his craw. “How would you like this dick up your ass? Would you like that?” He moaned again, but I wanted to hear him say it, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth and asked him again.

“Do you want this dick or what?”

“Oh shit… yes!!” he responded, trying to catch his breath. “I’ve never wanted a cock so bad in all my life.”

“Then you know what to do.”

He nodded and stood up. His boxers were still soaking wet and clung lewdly to his skin. His big beefy nuts were clearly visible through the soggy white material. His dick had managed to escape through the fly and stood out proudly in front of him. It was a good eight or nine inches long and was the color of dark brown sugar. The hood had retracted behind the thick, mushroom-shaped head from which a steady stream of precum dripped. I was tempted to drop to my knees and suck it dry, but when he turned around and dropped his drawers, I was reminded of something else I wanted to take care of first.

“Bend over and spread your cheeks.” I was shocked by my own assertiveness yet, at the same time, powerfully aroused by it.

He did as I commanded and spread his ass wide so I could get a good look at his hole. There, in the center of a ring of curly black hair, lay Victor’s little pink pucker. I tickled it with my finger and watched it quiver in anticipation. Then I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle. Man, was he tight! I shoved my finger deeper inside and felt the walls of his ass bare down on my digit. Victor let out a tiny whimper as I invaded his shit hole.

“You ever been fucked before?” I asked in response to how tightly his ass gripped my finger.

“A few times.” I slid my finger in and out with great resistance. “Unh! Oh shit!” he bellowed.

“I think we’re going to need some lube for this,” I said, pulling my finger out of his tight ass.

Victor ran to his nightstand and came back with a tube of KY. He handed it to me and resumed his position. I applied a generous amount of lube to his upturned ass and shoved it in my finger. He was still super tight, but he was as slippery as a greased pig. I coated my cock with the slimy stuff and tossed the tube aside. Taking aim at his nearly virgin ass, I pushed forward until my head popped through the unforgiving entrance to his ass. Victor yelped and pitched forward, trying to dislodge my cock from his rectum. I grabbed onto his hips and held him in place.

“Where do you think you’re going? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I pushed in a little deeper to the sounds of his pitiful moans of lust and pain. “Don’t fight it… just relax.” My dick was on fire trying to dig into his unyielding bowels. I slid in slowly until I felt his firm rump cradled in my pelvis. Victor grunted and huffed as he adjusted to the invasion of my long, thick boner. He wasn’t complaining anymore or trying to escape. I’d claimed him; his ass was mine for the taking. All I needed now was some indication that he was ready for the pounding of his life. He backed up to me and started swaying his hips side to side; his overstuffed rectum gently clenched and relaxed around my swollen shaft.

I pulled out a few inches then slid back in. “Mm yeah,” Victor purred. I did that a few more times; each time, his moans grew a little louder and his butt opened up a little more. I pulled all the way out then let him feel the entire length of my cock burrowing into him again. He really liked that; it unleashed the Latin animal that had seduced me into his bed in the first place.

“Ah yeah… fuck my tight Colombian ass!” he howled. “Harder… harder!”

I hammered his hole with all my might. My muscles felt like they were on fire; I was exhausted but I wasn’t going to stop until I’d deposited my cum somewhere inside of him.

My glossy dick looked enormous thrusting into his red, swollen ass lips. I liked the way it clung to my meaty pole every time I withdrew from its tight embrace and the nasty sounds it made when I plunged back into its slushy depths. Victor was a fast learner and was soon doing all the things a good bottom should do: clamping down during the outstroke, opening up on the in-stroke, and plenty of filthy encouragement in between. In fact, he was screaming so loud I thought for sure my parents would hear him, but I didn’t care; we were two grown men fucking like men were supposed to. I have to admit, though, that the thought of sneaking off to the pool house to fuck the gardener was a big part of the turn on. Every time I thought about it, my dick grew just a little bit stiffer and I pounded Victor’s ass just a little bit harder. It wouldn’t be long before his bowels were full of my seed.

“I’m cumming!” I announced.

“Do it,” Victor urged. “Cum in my ass! Let me feel your nut inside of me!”

“Unh!! Oh shit!!” I felt my nuts tighten up, shortly followed by the surge of hot semen pumping out of my cock. I kept thrusting into Victor’s hole, which was quickly filling up with my sticky cum. I churned up the thick cream with my throbbing cock. He had a deep, greedy ass that swallowed up my entire load – and it was a big one!

I extracted my slimy dick from Victor’s newly hollowed out bunghole. He spun around and licked it clean. When he was done, I gave into my fatigue and fell to the ground. He stood up and waved his throbbing pecker in my face. I opened my mouth and accepted his hefty tool into my mouth. I lapped up the sweet syrup that coated his dick then opened my mouth wider to let it slide down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and slowly fed me his juicy dick and I suckled it like a nursing calf. It wasn’t long – ten, maybe twelve strokes – before I felt his body twitch and tasted the salty-sweet flavor of his spunk on my tongue. I gulped it down as it poured out of his cock, not wanting to miss a drop. Finally, the last drop trickled down my throat and he pulled his spit-covered pole out of my mouth. He collapsed on the floor beside me and I fell asleep in his arms.

I woke up the next morning with the sun beaming in my face. Victor was already gone. Knowing him, he had already been in the yard for a couple of hours. I struggled to stand up, my aching muscles resisting me every inch of the way. It was painful enough just picking up my trunks; putting them on was bloody agonizing. I stumbled out of the pool house and up the long cobblestone path.

Victor was spreading fertilizer over the lawn. Last night’s activities had put a limp in his usually fluid gate. Neither one of us was willing to walk the long distance between us so, for the moment, we settled for a wave in lieu of our usual face-to-face chat. I hobbled into the house and took the first painful steps up the stairs.

“There you are!” Dad called out. He walked over to the foot of the staircase. “We were looking all over for you. You missed breakfast.”

“Sorry… I, uh, woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I went for an early morning swim.”

“Oh, well there’s some food left over, but it’s probably cold by now.”

“Thanks. I’ll just grab a bowl of cereal or something after I take a shower.”

“Okay, suit yourself.”

I turned around and climbed the stairs as gracefully as my sore muscles would allow. I got halfway up when my father said, “That must have been one hell of a swim.”

I turned around again to see him looking up with a clever smirk on his face. “You didn’t even get your trunks wet.”

I looked down at my trunks – which were bone dry – and blushed. He walked away laughing. I frowned and stomped upstairs. I knew having sex in my parents’ house wasn’t such a good idea.


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I met Adam in college, in the days when I was still experimenting with my sexuality. I was a sophomore – fairly social, mildly popular and loved to party. He was a senior and the big man on campus; smart, athletic, funny, rich and oh so HOT! Just shy of six feet tall with 175 pounds of finely toned muscle, Adam was a 100%-certified, blond-haired, green-eyed All-American frat boy. Everybody

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Standing in front of the Parthenon, it became apparent how little justice photographs would do for the mighty structure. Even as it lay in ruins, merely a shell of its former stature, I could only marvel at its magnitude and the genius of the ancient people who built it. “This is pointless,” I bemoaned. “How can you capture magnificence in a single frame?” Jake rolled his eyes and scribbled

The Alphabet Lovers: Colin

There’s an unwritten law that when you break up with someone, no matter how amicably, you break up with their friends too. You’re allowed to engage in occasional friendly banter with them, but any meaningful bonding is strictly prohibited. Any attempts by one of your ex’s friends to maintain a friendship violates their code of loyalty. Such was the case when I broke up with Adam. Half the

The Alphabet Lovers: Dylan

I was in Daytona Beach for a story on Bike Week. Being a big motorcycle enthusiast myself, it was the perfect assignment. I was hanging out at one of the bars on Main Street, having a laugh and knocking back a few drinks with some new biker friends. Five Kamikazes later, I was about to call it a night when the bartender handed me another drink and a slip of paper. “They’re from the guy in

The Alphabet Lovers: Elliott

“Larry!! Why are you bringing in another damn intern?” Larry Marshall, the firm’s senior photography editor, leaned back in his ergonomic, mesh desk chair and sighed. “You know we’re short-staffed, Batista. Or haven’t you noticed how many assignments you’ve had to take the last few months?” “Yeah, okay, so maybe it’s been a bit hectic, but I love it. I need to stay in business and I don’t

The Alphabet Lovers: Fernando

You’d think that a world-traveling photographer wouldn’t have anywhere to go for vacation. But I spend so much time living life through a lens that I find little time to truly experience the places I visit. I keep a journal of some of my favorite places so that I can visit them later when I have more time to explore. One such place is Seville. I’d heard about a festival that they hold in April

The Alphabet Lovers: Gunnar

“It’s just a little further,” Gunnar shouted as he continued scaling the steep rock face behind me. Henrik was already a few yards in front and had almost reached the summit. Twin brothers, Henrik and Gunnar Bergstròm were expedition leaders for hire. They came highly recommended by the tourism board for their vast knowledge of the Finnmark region. The tourism board didn’t mention anything,

The Alphabet Lovers: Henrik

In the last episode of “Alphabet Lovers,” our oversexed hero was visiting the Scandinavian paradise of Norway; his journey through the beautiful region of Finnmark was led by twin brothers, Gunnar and Henrik Bergstrom. After one particular expedition, Henrik realized the half-Brazilian wasn’t designed to handle the cold Norwegian weather and suggested he take a warming break in the sauna. While

The Alphabet Lovers: Ivan

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to any reader who had the misfortune of reading the first version of Ivan's chapter. It may have been a good story with the right amount of love and attention, but, quite frankly, it sucked. On top of that, it didn't fit in with the theme of the series. So, to repay for my sins, I am posting a more suitable version of Ivan's tale.

The Alphabet Lovers: Jake

If you’ve been following the series, you’ve seen Jake’s name pop up every now and then, providing some chaos and comedy to my mundane life. I’ve been unfair in my portrayal of Jake. I’ve trivialized him as a secondary sideman when in fact he’s much more that. I’ve reduced him to a shallow, one-dimensional character when actually he’s a very deep and complex person. What can I tell you about

The Alphabet Lovers: Koji

A good friend, Mya, once told me about this resort she’d discovered in Japan. Some of the World’s wealthiest and most famous had been known to frequent the spa because of its secluded location in the lush countryside of Kyushu. It was also priced for wealthy and famous, but she said the price was worth it for the massage alone. They used some kind of new age; pressure-point aromatherapy that

The Alphabet Lovers: Liam

AUTHOR'S NOTE: To my knowledge, the band depicted in this story does not exist outside of this work of fiction. Any similarities between this fictitious band and their music, and a real band and their music are purely coincidental. With that being said, enjoy. - jp. “At first you were loving me, needing me, wanting me Now you’re leaving me, teasing me, taunting me You promised you’d be

The Alphabet Lovers: Malcolm

“20 to 19, Johnny boy,” Malcolm taunted. “1 more point and you lose…again!” He dribbled the ball and threw me a smug grin. He knew how much I hated being called John or Johnny -- it was part of his ploy to break my concentration. He loved to talk trash to get me all riled up. But after all those years, I was used to it. I don’t know why he bothered anyway; he could beat me without

The Alphabet Lovers: Nicolo

If you’ve been following the story – and I certainly hope you have – you may be wondering, “What happened to Elliott?” It may seem that we hooked up a few times and then I moved on, but that’s not true. You see, the downside of writing about my lovers in alphabetical order is that the continuity of the story gets all messed up. For the most part, it doesn’t matter who I fucked first. But for

The Alphabet Lovers: Omari

“JP, I think this camel hates me,” Jake griped. “The camel does NOT hate you, Jake,” I argued. “I’m serious. Look at the way it’s looking at me with those beady little eyes.” “You’re being ridiculous.” He was silent for the first time in an hour and I thought I’d heard the last of Jake’s bellyaching. This whole desert trek was his idea yet he was the one complaining incessantly about

The Alphabet Lovers: Philipe

Philipe dipped the strawberry into the melted chocolate sauce then offered it to my watering mouth. I bit into the large, juicy berry and savored the intoxicating flavors of sweet fruit and bitter chocolate. A drop of juice ran down the side of my mouth and onto my chin. I reached up to wipe it off. “Non, laissez-moi,” Philipe demanded. I moved my hand and let him lick the sweet nectar

The Alphabet Lovers: Quinn

The only way to describe the sensation of hang-gliding is liberating. In my opinion, it is the closest that humans will ever get to unaided flying and I can’t think of another activity that is more exhilarating – well, maybe just one. As with most life-threatening hobbies I partake in, I got into hang gliding on a dare from none other than Mr. Daring himself, Jake. As with everything he did,

The Alphabet Lovers: Reese

John Paul Batista, Executive Director of Photography. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I thought so too when Adam offered me the position. After 40 years of service for the publishing company, our beloved Larry Marshall decided to call it quits and spend the rest of his life on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific where there were no magazines. It was at that point that Adam

The Alphabet Lovers: Seth

I can clearly remember the day that I first met Seth. It is as permanently etched in my psyche as the ability to speak or tie my shoes. It’s not often that you see someone across a busy office and realize that he is the man with whom you want to spend the rest of your life. Special moments like that stay with you forever, whether you want them to or not. Okay, maybe I’m being overdramatic. I

The Alphabet Lovers: Thai

Thai had the body of a god; tight, lean, and rippling with muscles in all the right places. I loved waking up with his perfect body against mine, my rising cock wedged between his firm ass cheeks. I was always horny around him, ready to fuck even if we’d already done it three or four times the night before. He was always ready too. He never complained about being too tired or sore. He never

The Alphabet Lovers: Ulrich

What a gorgeous specimen!! I’d never delighted in something so magnificent and breathtaking in all my life. As I ran my hands over that steel-hard body, I could feel the power lying beneath and it made me hard thinking about how incredible the ride was going to be. But I was getting ahead of myself. It isn’t every day that one is in the presence of such beauty; every minute should be drawn

The Alphabet Lovers: Victor

One of the many perks of my promotion is that it allowed me more time to do things that I had neglected over the years, like unpacking the boxes in my condo, hanging out with old high school and college buddies, and spending time with my parents. I love my parents very much and it always bothered me that I only got to see them a couple weeks out of the year, so I decided to spend my first

The Alphabet Lovers: Virgil

I was sitting in my office poring over the layout for next month’s magazine when Adam strolled in. Even though I reported directly to him, it was rare for him to show up in my office. It was good to see him, though. After he’d started dating Michael, I never saw him outside of work; and before my promotion, I saw him in the office once a month, at most. I missed his friendship. I missed

The Alphabet Lovers: Wyatt

Goddamn phone!! Why is the ringer so loud? My head is killing me! Oooh, I think I’m going to be sick! I shouldn’t have had that sixth tequila shot. Will someone answer the fucking phone? I clawed my way from beneath the warmth and safety of the blanket and looked at the clock. It was hard to see through the haze of my hangover, but I was pretty sure the fuzzy blue numbers said 3:06.

The Alphabet Lovers: X

“Heya, Mr. B!” Reese rolled his mail cart into my office. He was looking as cute as ever. It would have been nice to have another go at him, but we had had our moment and that was that. We’d decided to be friends and coworkers and nothing more – and I was content with that. That didn’t mean I couldn’t stare and dream, though. “Good morning, Reese,” I said, returning my attention to the

The Alphabet Lovers: Yuri

“Tell me why we’re here again,” I asked Jake over the roar of the crowd. “To get an interview with him,” he said, pointing to the guy in the number 39 jersey. “But we work for a travel and adventure magazine, not Sports Illustrated.” “I’m doing a favor for a friend.” “Okay, so what am I doing here?” Jake took his eye off the game long enough to shoot me a befuddled expression.

The Alphabet Lovers: Zach

Can you believe that in close to 15 years working for an exploration and travel magazine, after having traveled all over the world, going wherever the four winds would take me, I never once went to Hawaii? I’d heard about it, read about, and even seen some excellent pictures of it, but I’d never had the opportunity to experience the “Aloha State” personally or professionally. So, when it came

The Alphabet Lovers:.Epilogue

“This is the last one,” I said, holding up the 26th and final consent form from one of my Alphabet Lovers. Jake looked up from his newspaper. “Who is it?” “Liam,” I said. “Ah, the rock star. I wonder why it took him so long to reply.” “I dunno...maybe he was worried about how his current boyfriend would react.” “Hmm, maybe. This is number six for him right?” I shrugged.

The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 1

The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 1 – Teacher’s Pet Jake’s life had changed in so many ways since he met John Paul. For the first time, he’d met someone who truly understood and accepted him – not in spite of his many quirks and imperfections, but because of them. They were the unlikeliest pair, yet the closest of friends. Actually, the term friend didn’t do justice to the bond that they shared;

The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 2

Jake and John Paul’s little business venture had turned into a gold mine. In a few short years, their two-man, home-office project had turned into a multi-million dollar company that employed a few thousand hard-working and dedicated employees, with offices in D.C., New York, Dallas, and Los Angeles. Not too shabby for a company that pushed smut; tasteful, high quality smut, but smut

The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 3

The Jake Chronicles: Chapter 3 – Legal Briefs Mr. Bourne walked out of his office to find Jake pacing manically in front of his secretary’s desk. Jake’s face was drawn into a savage scowl – so savage that the young lawyer wasn’t sure if he should approach the man or not. “Mr. Jacoby?” he said, to get Jake’s attention. Jake stopped his frantic pacing and looked up at the man. He gave

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