The Inlet by Hankster

The Inlet
by: Hankster

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Chapter 4

The phone call from the lodge had jangled Joey’s nerves. He was beginning to trust Andrew and Kyle a little bit, but all that vanished with the first ring of the telephone. He trained his gun on them, and instructed Carl to bind them up again. Andrew and Kyle resigned themselves to the inevitable.

“Could we at least go to the bathroom first, and could you at least let us sit on the sofa? Those kitchen chairs are impossibly hard and uncomfortable.”

“Why not?” Joey said. “You guys have been pretty decent to us.” Kyle went to the bathroom first and shit and pissed. Andrew then did the same. When they were done, Carl bound their wrists behind them, and after they were seated on the sofa, he coiled the wire around their legs, starting at their thighs and working down to their ankles. The twins were pretty satisfied that their captives were immobile. If only they knew that both of them could feel the knives right at their fingertips, just where they had so recently actually held them. They sat as far apart from each other as possible to further hide the weapons.

“How much longer are you guys staying?” Andrew asked. Joey just scowled.

“What I was thinking is that if you stay in any one place too long, whoever is chasing you has a better chance of catching up to you.”

Carl looked at Joey with panic in his eyes. Andrew was right of course.

“Maybe we should leave as soon as it gets dark,” Carl said to Joey. “There’s plenty of food here we can take.”

“Let me think about it,” Joey said. He knew that Andrew was right. “In the meantime, let’s have some fun. They were all still naked and Joey approached Andrew. So far it had always been him and Kyle and he wanted a little bit of Andrew too.

“Lean forward,” he said to Andrew and take my tasty prick into your mouth. At least it was clean now and Andrew began to suck it intending to give Joey pleasure. It was an involuntary reaction. Andrew had heard that captives often fell in love with their captors and he wondered if it was happening to him. From the get go, he never felt that the twins were hardened criminals. He certainly hoped that they weren’t murderers.

In the meantime Carl was raping Kyle’s mouth, and the twins were too lost in rapture to know what was going on outside the cottage.

“Are you going to do us?” Andrew asked when he came up for air. “It’s not fair to work us up like this and not offer relief.” Joey laughed and he tousled Andrew’s hair in a rare show of affection.

The two gentlemen had no trouble finding the cottage with Harper’s detailed directions. They parked their late model, black Chevy sedan about a hundred yards from the cabin, drew their guns, and walked stealthily toward it. The first thing they saw was the Plymouth. The key was in the ignition, and the license plate matched the car they were looking for. They smiled at each other. They had their men.

One of the gentlemen held his palm on the trunk as the other popped it, enabling them to open the trunk slowly without making any noise. There lay the briefcase with the money. They removed it and did not shut the trunk again. One of them ran the case back to their Chevy and secured it in a secret compartment under the trunk. Then he rejoined his companion. They crept up to the cabin and looked in through the nearest window into the kitchen. The room was empty, but through the kitchen they could see into the living room. The living room was occupied, but they couldn’t make out what was going on.

Number One said, “I don’t think we should let Farrell and Stanley see our faces.”

“You’re right,” Number Two said. They both tied handkerchiefs around their faces and then they went around to the back of the house. They saw the sliding glass patio doors and looked in. They were both angry and disgusted. Two young men were bound hand and foot with some sort of wire and were being forced to give head to those two low lives. They were also aware that at least one of the young men was under Gardini’s protection. Number one knew that the boss was going to be very angry at the abuse that this young man was suffering.

They gingerly tested the sliding doors. They were unlocked. They slid the doors open so quickly and entered so suddenly that they took the twins totally by surprise. They disarmed them at a dizzying speed. Gentleman Number One held a gun on them, and Number Two unbound Kyle and Andrew. Carl was sniveling and Joey was smiling evilly.

As soon as they were free, Number Two told Kyle and Andrew to go get dressed. They ran into the bedroom without asking any questions. Number two used the wire to bind the twins’ wrists behind their backs, just as they had done to their captives.

By the time Kyle and Andrew were dressed, and they returned to the living room to thank their liberators, the place was deserted. They looked outside. Even the Plymouth was gone. Kyle and Andrew looked at each other in amazement. These guys were as fast as superman. Even as they were admiring the speed with which these guys worked, two bodies were being locked in a Plymouth, and the Plymouth was being pushed to the bottom of the lake.

Kyle looked around and the only evidence that remained of their visitors was the clothing they had worn when they invaded the house. Some very savvy instinct told them that they should get rid of the clothing as soon as possible. But first they examined the contents. The tee shirts had no pockets and could not contain anything. The briefs, of course, could harbor nothing as well The first pair of trousers had some change in a pocket, a switchblade and a wallet. There was a five dollar bill in the wallet, and a driver’s license belonging to Carl Barkin. The address was on the lower east side of Manhattan. The other pair of trousers had only a switchblade and a wallet. Inside the wallet was a driver’s license belonging to Joseph Barkin, same address. There was also a slip of paper from a note pad on which someone had written directions to an address in Englewood, NJ. That meant nothing to Andrew, but when he saw the engraving at the top of the note paper, he turned ashen white and froze in his place.

“What’s the matter?” Kyle asked concerned.

Andrew pointed to the name on the note pad.

Samuel A. Gardini

“Do you know him?” Kyle asked.

“Yes. Everyone in New York knows his name. He runs a slew of legitimate businesses, and my firm represents all of them. However, nobody doubts that he makes his millions, in shall we say, less than honest businesses. But it can’t be proven, and he has the police on his payroll anyway. I’m the one who actually brought him into the firm. His nephew, Freddie, is gay and owns a restaurant. He’s a friend of mine and he’s my client too. Through Freddie, I’ve known Sam since I was six years old. Christ, the man treats me like he was Santa Claus. I adore him. He’s like an uncle to me too. We have a great relationship. What do I do now? His goons must have our names.”

“They had every opportunity to evaporate us, and they didn’t. We were innocent victims, and Santa Claus doesn’t kill innocent victims. Let’s not do anything. Gardini does not know that we have this piece of paper, and we never saw the faces of the guys who set us free. We are a non issue to him. Let’s destroy the paper, the clothes and whatever we found in the clothes. Then let’s return the boat and check you out of the lodge. You’re spending the rest of your vacation with me, only from now on we lock the doors and windows.” That got them both laughing for the first time since their home invasion.

They buried all traces of the Barkin twins, including the note with Sam’s name on it, under a tree near the lake. The soil was sandiest near the lake and it was the easiest spot to dig the hole.

When they arrived at the lodge, Kyle drove as close to the lake as possible and they returned the boat to the water. Then they went into the lobby. It was late in the day and James was just leaving.

“Boy, am I glad to see you. I got your message that everything you said was bullshit, Mr. Stanley, so when those guys came in looking for two criminals, I told them I was suspicious, and sent them to check out the cabin.”

“So my coded message worked.” Andrew said gleefully. “I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Harper, but it was all a false alarm,” he lied. “Those ‘visitors’ came in to ask for directions, but they were acting suspiciously, and so I suspected the worst. In the end, they just left us, and when those two gentlemen came around, we sent them on their way also.”

“I guess I’ve seen too many mystery movies,” James laughed. “Well, I’m off for the evening. I’ll see you in the morning, guys. Good night.”

Kyle and Andrew went to Andrew’s room to pack. “Nice room, great view,” Kyle said when they were in the room.

“I have an idea,” Andrew said. “It’s past 2 PM so the room is paid for the night. Let’s have dinner here at the lodge and sleep over. I can check out after breakfast tomorrow.”

“Great idea! We’ll make love in a hotel and it will feel like a honeymoon,” Kyle said as he grabbed Andrew in a bear hug.”

“Just one thing,” Andrew said. “I feel dirty from those two animals. I want to shower before dinner.”

“Let’s shower together,” Kyle said.

The shower was barely big enough for the two of them. They pushed hard against each other. Unfortunately, their cocks could not quite rub together because Kyle was so much taller. They had no trouble washing each other’s backs and cleaning their ass holes thoroughly. It was more difficult scrubbing their fronts and their cocks and balls, but they managed amidst much laughing and giggling.

When they left the shower they started grabbing at each other, but in the end they decided to wait for love until after dinner. That way they could go slow and make love all night without interruption. They felt that they had been interrupted enough.

Andrew put on fresh clothing, but Kyle had to wear what he came in with. He hated to wear previously worn underwear after a shower, and since Andrew’s briefs were way too small for him, he decided not to wear any underwear at all.

They were just leaving the room when the telephone rang. “I wonder who that can be.” Andrew mused as he went to pick up the receiver.

Sam Gardini was briefed by his two henchmen as they were driving back to Manhattan. He was satisfied that the only way Andrew could link him to the twins was if they had said something to him. He doubted it very much but he had to find out. He decided to call Andrew on a ruse and see how the young man reacted. He hoped that Andrew suspected nothing. He was so fond of him he didn’t want to have to harm him. He already knew the telephone number at The Waterfall Lodge. He also had the address. He intended to send James Harper an anonymous gift. But to make it look legitimate, he called Andrew’s secretary who was glad to give Mr. Gardini, their best client, the number of the lodge.

Andrew picked up the receiver. “Hello!” he said.

“Andrew, my boy,” a jolly voice chirped out, “it’s Sam.” Andrew’s stomach churned. He had to remind himself that Sam had no way of knowing that he could connect him to his recent ordeal.

“Uncle Sam, it’s so nice to hear from you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I got your number from your secretary, and I promise not to disturb you on your vacation again, but I have a question.”

“Sure, shoot away.” That’s an unfortunate choice of words, Andrew thought. He could not stop shaking and he prayed that it wasn’t evident in his voice.

“I was just wondering if you filed the foreclosure papers on that delinquent skunk who’s renting the warehouse I own in Brooklyn.”

“Oh sure, Sam. It was the last thing I did before I left.

“Good, I’m so relieved. So tell me son, how are you enjoying your first vacation in years?” Andrew grew wary. He knew that Sam knew everything that had transpired so he couldn’t lie.

Andrew weighed his words carefully. “Well Sam, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

“The good news, I think,” Sam came back at him, with a slight laugh.

Sam was fully aware that Andrew was gay. It made no difference to him. Andrew’s friend, Sam’s gay nephew, Freddie, was his only living relative, and he would do anything for the boy. Without hesitating Andrew said, “The good news is that I ran into my college room mate’s brother. He owns a cabin up here, where he comes to get away from it all. So tomorrow morning, I’m checking out of the lodge and I’m going to spend the rest of my stay with Kyle. We’re at the lodge now, and were getting ready for dinner.”

“You like this boy?” Sam asked. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yes Sam, I like him very much, but here’s the bad news.”

“I was spending the day yesterday at Kyle’s cabin. We had just sat down to dinner when two criminals forced their way in. They made us strip and they tied us up with fishing wire. We could only watch as they ate our dinner. Please forgive me, if I skip telling you what else they made us do. I can only say that it’s a good thing we are gay. If they forced straight men to do what we were forced to do, it could very well have driven them insane.

“I had informed the lodge that I would be spending the night at Kyle’s cabin and that I would return to the lodge in the morning. When I failed to come back, they grew concerned and called to check on me. I told the desk clerk that I was fine and he could tell that to the marines. The goons had no idea what I was hinting at, but the desk clerk knew that I was signaling him that I was telling a lie. That man deserves a medal for checking up on me in the first place, and then picking up on my signal.”

Sam interrupted. “I knew I had a smart lawyer.”

“Anyway, the desk clerk was just about to call the police when two cops, or private eyes, or whatever, walked in. They showed him a picture of the two men they were after for having pulled some sort of fraud. Mr. Harper said that he hadn’t seen these guys, but he was very suspicious at what might be going on at Kyle’s cabin, based on what I had told him in my own made up code. He gave the two men directions to the cabin. We were still tied up when they burst in and disarmed the scum who were continuing to abuse us in more ways than I can tell you about. Kyle and I showered for hours to cleanse off the dirt those scum left on us,” he exaggerated a bit.

“My poor boy,” Sam lamented. He knew full well what Andrew meant, and he was angrier at Carl and Joey than he was before. He didn’t think he could get any angrier.

“The cops told us to go into the bedroom to dress and when we went back into the living room, the cops, the goons and their car were gone. The cops weren’t locals. They covered their faces, and I don’t know how to reach them. I have no idea what the criminals were wanted for, or who they were. I sure would like to thank the policemen.”

“They were doing their jobs, Andrew. I’m sure they know how much you appreciate what they did. Now you are sure everything is all right and you will be able to enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

“Yes sir,” I’m positive. “Kyle is going to make sure of it.”

“Good. Then enjoy yourself and I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Thanks for calling and for your concern Uncle Sam. Yes, I’ll see you when I get back.”

Sam was relieved. He didn’t think the twins had mentioned his name. Why would they?

Andrew replaced the receiver in its cradle. He was shaking like an aspen in the wind. Kyle put his arms around him and ran his hand up and down Andrew’s back to comfort him.

“I think we are very safe now,” Kyle said. “You seem to have a guardian angel.”

Kyle and Andrew were very anxious to make love to each other, but they didn’t rush dinner. They had all the time in the world, so they ate slowly, savoring every tasty bite of the filet mignon steaks they ordered to replace the steaks that had been snatched from them the night before. The honeymoon couple, the spinsters and the recent widower were all in the dining room. The widower was dining with the two ladies. The honeymoon couple was unaware that anyone else was in the dining room, and Kyle and Andrew smiled at their near state of oblivion.

“Do you think that people can see how in love we are like those two over there?” Kyle asked.

“Maybe, but who cares one way or the other. I’m sure not going to hide it.” Andrew answered.

After dinner they took a stroll down to the lake. It was a lot warmer this evening. At last it felt like summer might actually reach this mountain retreat sometime soon. As they strolled leisurely, they held each other’s hands.

“Mike spoke of you all the time,” Kyle said. “He thought you were a super guy. I think I fell in love with you before we met.”

“That is so strange,” Andrew commented. “I like Mike, but we hardly ever spoke. We barely grunted at each other when we saw each other.”

“Obviously he liked you more than you thought. He suspected you were gay. Maybe he was afraid to get too close to you, thinking you might come on to him.”

“You don’t know how close to the truth that is,” Andrew lamented. “You can see how much will power I have.”

“I can’t wait to tell him that we have met and fallen in love. It will knock him for a loop,” Kyle actually giggled.

“Yes, can we call him tomorrow? What a hoot it’ll be when we tell him.”

Finally they went back to Andrew’s room. They made love through most of the night and got very little sleep. Now for the first time, they had time to explore the mysteries of their bodies. Their tongues invaded every square inch of the other. Every opening in their bodies was explored. No patch of skin was left unswathed. From the long moans and sighs that they each emitted, it was obvious what great pleasure they were giving each other. They were neither expecting nor looking for a climax. They would have preferred the night to last forever. Unfortunately an orgasm usually signaled an end to it all. But youth and libido could not be denied forever, and eventually they both gave in to Mother Nature and came. Andrew came in Kyle’s mouth and Kyle came in Andrew’s ass. Both of them tried unsuccessfully to stifle the screech of pleasure which accompanied their climaxes. They finally fell asleep at 4:30 in the morning. Before sleep came to them, Kyle whispered in Andrew’s ear, “Do you think we set a new world record tonight?”

When they awoke, it was too late to have breakfast at the lodge.

“No matter, Andy” Kyle said, “I’ll make breakfast at our place.”

Andrew could not believe that Kyle said, “our place.” He decided not to comment on it for the moment. They dressed, packed and loaded Andrew’s gear into Kyle’s car. Andrew checked out, and James told him how disappointed he was to see him leave prematurely, but he winked at Kyle and said that he understood. At that moment, Andrew wondered if James might not be gay. He looked at Kyle, who gave him a slight nod indicating that he felt the same way. Andrew followed Kyle to the cabin in his car.

When Andrew was hanging up his clothes in Kyle’s closet, his emotions got the better of him. Remembering how close they came to having been murdered, he started to blubber and he wrapped his arms around Kyle. Kyle remained silent but he kept hugging Andrew until he calmed down and resumed unpacking. Once Andrew was settled in, Kyle began to make breakfast. They sat down to a meal of scrambled eggs, toast and coffee.

“What do you say we go out tonight and celebrate?” Kyle asked Andrew. “There’s a nice little restaurant in the next town.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Andrew replied enthusiastically.

“As soon as breakfast is over, let’s call Mike. I can’t wait to share my happiness with my little brother.”

Andrew started to laugh. “I’d hardly call him little. But before we call him, I’d better call my office, and give them your number here, since I can’t be reached on my cell phone.”

“Sure go right ahead, honey,” Kyle said. Andrew loved that Kyle addressed him so endearingly.

Andrew reached his secretary and gave her Kyle’s telephone number. She immediately got curious and wanted to know what that was all about. “I’ll explain when I get home.” Andrew told her.

“I hope you don’t mind that I gave Mr. Gardini your number at the lodge,” she said. “I just figured that since he’s your biggest client it would be OK.”

“It was perfectly all right, and if he needs to reach me again, please give him Kyle’s number. We can’t get cell phone reception here. The place is so isolated”

“That sounds wonderful. Do you think I could borrow it sometime? Maybe it would put a little fire back in my husband’s underwear,” Maggie said.

Andrew laughed dutifully. They said goodbye and Andrew handed the phone to Kyle.

“Let’s call Mike now,” Andrew said.

Pre season training had not yet begun and Kyle knew that Mike would be enjoying his family at his home in Manhasset, NY so he took a chance and called him on his land phone. The maid answered on the third ring. “Farrell residence.” She sang it, and it almost sounded like a pre-recorded song.

“Hi Jenny,” Kyle said cordially. “Is my big oaf of a little brother at home?”

“Oh Dr. Farrell,” Jenny cooed. “It’s so nice to hear your voice. Yes, he’s at the pool. I’ll get him for you.” Jenny put down the phone and went out to the back yard. Mike was sunning on a lounge chair. He was alone. The children were in day care, and his wife was out shopping.

“Your brother is on the phone,” she announced.

There was a phone on a table right next to Mike’s lounge. “I’ll take it here,” he said and Jenny went back to hang up the hall phone.

“Hey Bro, what’s up?” Mike asked.

“My dick, kiddo. What’s up with you?”

“Nothing at the moment, but I intend to remedy that later today. Do you have a purpose to this call or do you just want to pick on your little brother like you always do?”

“I’ve got a purpose, a big one,” Kyle answered. “I hope you are sitting down. You’ll never guess who I met accidently the other day. Guess.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. If I won’t be able to guess, why ask me?’

Oblivious to Mike’s reply, Kyle continued. “I ran into Andrew Stanley, your college room mate.”

“You’re fucking kidding. How’s he doing?”

He’s doing great. He’s a big shot corporate attorney in New York. He probably makes ten times what I do, and one one hundredth of what you make. Why didn’t you ever tell me how good looking, sexy, sweet, charming, magnificent, well hung, and desirable he was? I could go on, but I’m running out of adjectives.”

“I did try to tell you, but there was never an opportunity to introduce you two dudes. I got a feeling something is going on here. Is he around? Let me talk to him.” Kyle handed the phone to Andrew. He was beaming. Andrew had not yet seen him this happy.

“Hi Mike,” Andrew said.

“Mr. Stanley,” Mike said in his most formal manner. “So you are gay, you son of a gun. I was afraid to ask you. I wanted so much to fix you up with my brother, but I wasn’t sure.”

“I suppose you can’t outfox fate. It happened in spite of you. Anyway, because you were so timid, Kyle and I wasted too many years, but it was worth the wait. Anyway, better late than never, and I have to forgive you, because you are going to be my brother in law.”

“Holy shit!” Mike kept yelling over and over. “So when are you two guys going to move in together?” Andrew suddenly got doused with ice cold water. He and Kyle hadn’t even discussed that. They lived in separate cities. How were they ever to resolve that dilemma? He couldn’t answer Mike.

After some length of silence, Andrew heard Mike ask, “Andrew, are you there?”

“Yes Mike, but we haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“Well work on it. You live in The City and I live in the burbs. For too many years, I’ve been trying to get Kyle to teach somewhere in the metropolitan area so that we can be together again. I’m passing the ball to you. Work on it.” Mike repeated.

“You can bet on it,” Andrew assured him. After all these years, he still didn’t have much to say to Mike, so he handed the phone back to Kyle. He was bewildered at how easily he could communicate with Kyle, and he could never find anything that he and Mike could talk about. He hoped that would all change someday; maybe at a family dinner or at Christmas or something.

“What are you asking Andy to do, that he told you that you could bet on it?” Kyle asked Mike.

“First of all, it’s none of your fucking business,” Mike laughed, “and second of all, if I remember correctly, he hates to be called Andy.” That was news to Kyle. Andrew had never corrected him.

“I think I’d better say goodbye now before I say something I’ll regret,” Kyle warned Mike. “Now here’s something I can say that I’ll never be sorry for: “I love you, Bro. Say hello to Charlene, and kiss the kids for me. Ciao.”

“I love you too. This is a fantastic thing that happened. It’s like it was predestined, so I know you guys will be incredibly happy, Ciao, Bro.” Kyle hung up the phone and smiled at Andrew who was looking totally serious.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you hate being called Andy?”

“Generally I do hate it, and I correct people, but when you called me Andy, it sounded like a whole chorus of angels singing to me. Please keep calling me Andy, Kyle. Somehow it’s different coming from you.”

“Then why do you look so glum?” Kyle asked.

“Mike wanted to know when we were moving in together, and it was like I got hit in the face with a wet towel. I’ve been so happy, I hadn’t given it any thought. We live close enough for weekend visits, but that’s not good enough. I need to be with you. If you feel the same way, one of us has to switch jobs.” Andrew looked at Kyle with trepidation.

“I know. Mike has been after me to look for a position in the New York area for ages. I miss him and the kids a lot too. I’ve thought about it often, but I’ve been sitting on my lazy butt. The thing of it is that one of my professors at U of B has been head of the English Department at CCNY for the past three years, and he has been trying to recruit me since he took the position. I never said ‘no.’ I just kept telling him that I wasn’t ready yet.”

“Would you be willing to accept the position?”

“Absolutely, I have a reason to be in New York now. I certainly can’t expect you to dump your clients and a potential partnership to move to some small firm in Albany or even to hang out your own shingle. I am worried about one thing though. Are you going to continue to work 24/7?”

“Like you just said, I have a reason to change my ways now. Besides I’ll have someone to come home to.”

“I’ll take that as a “no,” Kyle said smiling. The two lovers embraced and Andrew whispered, “Wow, things are moving fast.”

“Maybe faster yet,” Kyle said. “I think I’ll call Professor Johnson. I have his home number. By the way, you should know that Scott is gay. I came on to him in my freshman year, but he rebuffed me. He told me that he never gets involved with students. Just before I graduated, we finally made it, but it was a one night stand. I moved to New York to attend grad school and he remained in Buffalo. Then I moved to Albany and he moved to New York. We were not meant to be together.”

“Should I be jealous of Scott?” Andrew really wanted to know.

“Unless he has changed drastically, he suffers from commitment phobia. He’s into one night stands. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. Besides he’s in his mid forties.”

“Tim was 62 and I was 19 when we met, and I swear to you. we loved each other dearly. I’m never sorry or regretful of the time we had together,” Andrew reminded Kyle.

“I know sweetheart. This was my way of reassuring you that you have nothing to worry about.”

“Then please call him. Our future is at stake.”

Kyle and Scott Johnson were still in touch with each other after all these years. They spoke to each other on the phone at least twice a month, and E Mailed each other several times a week. Most of their conversations revolved around what young men Scott had conquered since their last conversation. If Scott wasn’t lying to Kyle, his tricks were never students. He never broke his rule not to get involved with his students. After each call from Kyle, Scott thought fondly back to when they first met.

Kyle was an entering freshman at The University of Buffalo, but at nearly nineteen, he had already achieved his fully mature manhood. Scott was teaching freshman English Composition that year and Kyle was in his class. When his students were all seated, Scott wrote his name and a telephone number on the board. He encouraged his students to call him anytime if they needed him. Then he asked that the class introduce themselves, tell where they hailed from, what they were majoring in, and what they hoped to get out of his class.

Scott was a good listener. He tried to memorize each student’s name as they spoke. When it came time for Kyle to speak, something came over Scott. He got a little short of breath and his whole body got clammy. He had never had a male student as handsome, nay as beautiful, as Kyle Farrell. He was happy to be sitting behind his desk, because he was getting a major boner. He often reacted that way to a handsome young student, but he never broke his rule. He never came on to a student, and if they came on to him he told them that he was flattered, but it was a definite NO.

“My name is Kyle Farrell and I come from Rochester, NY. I’m majoring in English Literature with a minor in American Literature. By studying composition with Dr. Johnson, I hope to be able to better evaluate the quality of the literature I will be studying.”

“Thank you Mr. Farrell. I hope I don’t disappoint you,” Scott said. “Next.”

Scott was openly gay and his life style flowed easily into his lectures. It was no different, and just as natural as a straight teacher telling his class that he was grumpy this morning because his wife burned his breakfast toast. As soon as Kyle realized that Scott was gay, he wanted him. Scott was in his mid thirties, and he had a great body and handsome good looks. Kyle made every excuse to call the number Scott had given him just to talk to him. He would ask the dumbest questions and Scott would be secretly amused. He knew what Kyle was all about. Kyle tried to make dinner dates with Scott to discuss the course material, but of course, Scott always declined. During all four years of Kyle’s stay in Buffalo, he managed somehow to take a class with Scott each semester. Even though Kyle was fucking his room mate and whoever else he could capture, he still wanted Scott badly.

Finally two weeks before graduation, Kyle cajoled Scott into having a farewell dinner with him, since he was moving to New York to do post graduate work at Columbia University. Kyle would not take no for an answer. He used every trick in the book to cajole Scott into saying yes. Finally Scott rationalized. Kyle’s last final exam was scheduled for next Wednesday. If he made a date with him anytime after that, he would technically not be his student. He wouldn’t even be a student at the University, so he would not be breaking his rule should they have sex, and he had no doubt that they would. He had no intention of fighting it. Kyle had grown even buffer since he first came to the University, and Scott desired him more than ever..

They arranged to meet for dinner at a very fine restaurant not too far from Scott’s apartment. They both knew what was going to happen and as badly as their groins were aching, they didn’t rush dinner. They sat at right angles to each other and felt each other up under the table during the entire meal. At Kyle’s insistence he paid the bill. It was a lovely late spring evening and they strolled slowly back to Scott’s apartment. Once they were inside and locked the door, the whole mood of the evening changed. They were both so hungry for each other that they became animals, and they just about ripped each other’s clothes off. Nobody felt like being slow now. Scott was not badly hung. One might say his circumcised prick was ‘modestly’ hung. When he saw the size of Kyle’s manhood, he actually got frightened that Kyle might hurt him, but he quickly rationalized that Kyle was used to this situation and would know just what to do. He was right.

Kyle reached into his trousers and removed a tube of lubricant which he placed on Scott’s night table. They climbed into bed together and spent the first half hour just kissing, fondling and exploring each other’s bodies. Kyle went down on Scott first, and try as he might to hold back, Scott came in generous spurts down Kyle’s throat.

“Shit,” Scott said, “I wanted to hold off and fuck you.”

“Not a problem,” Kyle said. “We have all night and all day tomorrow if you’d like. You can fuck me later.” Over the next 24 hours, they did it all. They used each other to achieve the infinite of all pleasures anally and orally. At the end they were totally sated and agreed that it was well worth a four year wait.

Kyle took the phone from Andrew and dialed Scott’s number. They spoke for several minutes on mostly inane stuff until finally Kyle asked if Scott still wanted him for his teaching staff.

“Of course, I still want you, you fuck. I am so shorthanded that I am teaching three fucking courses myself. Believe me when I tell you that I don’t want to do that fucking job. I even have to teach two fucking summer courses, starting June 23rd. I have no one else to do it. How soon can you get the fuck down here?”

“Scotty, your language is atrocious for the head of the English department. You really should practice some restraint.”

“I know, I know,” Scott said, “but whenever I get happy and excited like I am right now, I begin to talk like that. It’s an involuntary thing.”

“So I take it that you are happy and excited about hiring me.”

“About that, of course, but also about shoving my dick down your throat.”

“Ain’t gonna happen, boss. I’m married to a lawyer. He’ll take my intestines out if I cheat on him,” Kyle said with a certain amount of smugness.

“Fuck, Kyle. Why the hell did you have to go and get married on me?”

“It’s the reason that I’m moving to New York; so that I can be with him.”

“Well, no matter, I still want you in my department. Nothing changes the fact that you are…..were the best fucking student I ever had. Let me know when you have an ETA. I still love you, you fuck.”

After he hung up, Kyle captured Andrew in a bear hug, and forgetting his size and strength, he came close to cracking some of Andrew’s ribs.

“Geez, I’m sorry, honey,” he said. “I have two E Mails to send off, and then we can go to dinner.”

The first E Mail went to the Head of the English Department at SUNY Albany, tendering his resignation effective immediately, and pointing out that she had until Labor Day to find a replacement. The second was addressed to Mike:

Dear Bro:

For sure you finally got your wish. I am now officially on the teaching staff at CCNY. I’ll be teaching a couple of summer courses, and I start teaching full time beginning with the fall semester. I’ll be able to watch you in person when you play all your home games, and I’ll be able to watch my godchildren grow up. I’ll be moving in with Andrew as soon as possible. Will let you know daily where we are at. I am happy to sign this note, with love, from Kyle and Andrew.

Kyle pushed the ‘send’ button and turned to Andrew. “Let’s get ready for dinner, and we’ll make our plans.”

To be continued...

Posted: 11/06/09