Carrots
(The Missing Years)
by: Will B.
© 2009 by the Author

With special thanks to Ed, my ‘Encourager,’
Who gave me the idea for the story

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Synopsis of “The Businessman.”

Jim and 'Carrots' were both fifteen years old when they became first jack-off buddies, and then found their feelings were growing deeper. Their days of sex and friendship ended for Jim one beautiful day in April when ‘Carrots’ came to his house and, with tears in his eyes, said, “Jim, my dad has been transferred and we’ll be moving across the country to L.A.”

Sadly the boys lost touch, and the years passed. Jim had become a male escort, male prostitute, call it what you will, selling his body to whomever would pay, and pay handsomely! He was a versatile fucker and sucker, and many of his clients would call him again and again.

On Jim’s 28th Birthday, he had had a call to visit a new client. The client had told him he was new in town; he had just moved from Canada and wanted some company and some of Jim’s special services. Jim had come highly recommended.

Jim thought, ‘Oh, why the hell not? It’s my birthday. I’d like to meet someone new.’

Jim showed up at the man’s apartment. He was greeted by a hunk about his own age, and his own height. The man was wearing a shirt and tie, and dark slacks. The unusual thing about him was that he was completely bald. No hair above the chin, except for two eyebrows and eyelashes of a reddish color.

As the two started to explore each other’s bodies, Jim saw that the man’s pubes were red.

“Uhhh, ‘Carrots,’ is that you?” Jim asked. He couldn’t believe it.

“What did you call me? Nobody has called me ‘Carrots’ since I moved away from . . .”

Now the client looked at the stud that was servicing him.

“JIM! IS THAT REALLY YOU?”

“Yeah, ‘Carrots,’ it’s me. Why didn’t you write or send me an e-mail?”

‘Carrots’ told Jim what had happened. “It was my Dad,” he said. “He found out I was gay, and he tried to send me to a place that would ‘cure me.’ He told me he had found out you were dead, and while I was away, he cancelled my e-mail. Oh, shit! All these years I thought you were dead. Oh …oh….”

Jim’s muscular, well-endowed, naked body was pressed tight against ‘Carrots’ equally muscular, equally well-endowed, equally naked body.

What had started out as a ‘sex-for-cash’ business arrangement, ended as a reunion of two lovers. Their lovemaking was passionate—and wonderful. Each had carried the memories of their teenage jacking-off and sucking sessions in their minds for years and never thought they would be reunited—and now they were.

At last the two fell asleep, 'Carrots' (or Jake, as we should call him now) lay on his right side. Jim lay behind him, his left arm over Jake’s waist, and his now flaccid cock pressed against Jake’s ass crack. Jim fell into a deep sleep. Jake had trouble falling asleep at first but gradually, just as a roll of distant thunder could be heard in the distance, his eyelids closed and he dreamed. . .

Jake was at the Rev. Duigud’s ‘Treatment Center for Disturbed Youths.’ Rev. Duigud was a good man and he genuinely believed that through prayer and exhortation he and his helpers could ‘convince these teens that they could change their wicked ways.’

The good Reverend provided good food, warm living quarters, ‘wholesome’ recreation, and visiting teachers who volunteered their time to help the young guys meet academic standards established for parents who wanted to ‘home school’ their children.

The poor man had no clue that gay behavior was not a ‘choice’ but the result of perhaps some genetic condition. His friendly talks, his uplifting sermons, and his genuine concern for the boys were to no avail.

At night, some of the boys would get together for some group sex. They would draw straws to see who would be the ‘Target,’ and lie naked on the floor. The others would manipulate their man meat so as to deposit their loads of hot creamy man-milk on the all-too-willing body of the prone youth. The youth who finished last got to lick the cum off the supine body and then take the penis of the guy into his own hot, slavering mouth. Jake loved it when he was the one who got the ‘short straw.’

Jake remembered one dude, Kenny, who was sixteen years old, five-foot seven, with short black hair, and hazel eyes. He had a sexy grin, and an even sexier body. His nipples were dark brown and he had a dark bush that surrounded a six-inch cock that, when it was erect, curved slightly down, just right for aiming its spunk at Jake’s always-ready, always willing, mouth. If Kenny were the last to finish he would kneel down and take Jake’s organ into his own orifice. He would lick the helmet and swirl his tongue over Jake’s slit, gathering up every drop of Jake’s precum. Then he would take all of Jake into his mouth and  . . .

<r…r….o….o…l….l…., b….o….o…m, b….i….m….CRASH!>

The sound of thunder was closer, and Jake roused enough to wonder if he would have to close the windows, but no, he was too . . . sleepy . . .

Now Jake was at the Military Academy in which his father had enrolled him in the hopes that military discipline would ‘toughen him up,’ ‘make a real man out of him,’ ‘yada yada, yada.’

Jake smiled in his sleep as he thought about how military life had indeed toughened him up—toughened him up to the point that he was almost perpetually sporting a boner. As in most schools and colleges the upper classmen made the incoming freshman class go through some kind of hazing process.

He had a roommate, Dennis Miller, another eighteen-year-old freshman. Dennis was a good-looking hunk, with broad shoulders, pink nipples, washboard abs, and a slight smattering of hair on his upper chest. He had a tattoo on his lower abdomen, just below his navel. When he was aroused, his uncut pecker stood up and curved lightly to the left.

Jake’s hazing was a memorable one. They were awakened at midnight by four upper classmen wearing jockstraps and hoods with slits for eyes and openings for mouths. The leader told Jake and Dennis to accompany their escorts to the workout room. No, they weren’t to dress, just come in their shorts and sandals. In the workout room, Jake and Dennis were told to strip.

The leader asked them some questions. “Have you ever sucked a dick?”

Dennis replied, “No, Sir.” Jake said, “Uh, well, yes.”

“Good,” said the leader. “Have you ever butt-fucked another man?”

Both freshmen replied that, no, they hadn’t.

“Have you ever taken a cock up your ass?”

“Oh, no,” said Dennis. Jake said, “Well, I have.”

The leader told them to put  their fingers in their mouths and get a good load of saliva on their fingers. Then they were to face each other and each one was to lubricate the other’s ass crack.

As they stood embracing each other, Dennis whispered, “Sorry, Jake.”

Jake replied, “Dennis, I don’t mind. Do you?”

“Well, actually I don’t mind, if it’s you.”

“Silence,” said the leader. “Both of you approach those two saw-horses and bend over.”

Both Dennis and Jake had their wrists bound to their ankles as they bent over the sawhorses. They knew what was coming. “Courage, my friend,” Jake whispered to Dennis.

Then each of the four hazers, one at a time, approached the two hazes, and slowly but inexorably penetrated the anal canals of the two freshmen. Jake felt some momentary discomfort, but he quickly became used to the thick, meaty organ, leaking its own clear lubricant, entering him and reaching his button of pleasure.

Dennis’ cries of pain, “Oooowww, Ooohhh,” quickly turned to moans of pleasure, “Aaahhhh. Aaaahhhh, Oh, more, more!…more ….. m.o.r.e …..m…o…r…e….”

The dream of this memory caused Jake to become fully aroused. He moaned in his sleep and rolled over, facing Jim, waking him up.

“What’s a matter, Babe?” Jim asked sleepily.

“Nothing, my dear Jim; I was just dreaming about some events in my life. I’ll tell you about them in the morning.”

Raindrops pattered softly against the windows, and Jim pulled Jake closer to him, kissed him tenderly, and put his left arm over Jake, and Jake put his right arm over Jim’s chest, Jake reveling in the closeness of his lover’s body. Once more Jake relaxed and closed his eyes . . .

Jake was eighteen and had withdrawn from the Academy. He had told his Dad he was going to travel and see the country. Jake even made it up into Canada. For six months he traveled around, hitching rides. He rode with traveling salesmen, truck drivers, and once he even got a ride with an off-duty policeman, Pete. Was Jake ever surprised when Pete asked him if he would like to come to his cottage to have some fun.”

 

They arrived at Pete’s house and went in. Pete told Jake he would undress him while Jake did the same for him. They kicked off their shoes, and then Pete unbuckled Jake’s belt, and Jake loosened his and eased his pants down so that Pete was in his shorts. Pete put his hands on the waist of Jake's slacks, and pushed them down, and was delighted when he saw that Jake had 'gone commando’ and wasn’t wearing anything under his trousers. 

Pete put his hands on the side of Jake’s chest and slowly rubbed his thumbs over Jake’s nipples, causing them to harden and causing Jake to moan in delight. He licked Jake’s pits and Jake moaned louder. Pete began to kiss Jake’s pecs and then his abs. He buried his nose in Jake’s bush and took in Jake’s masculine aroma.

Pete knelt down and took the head of Jake’s shaft into his mouth. With one hand he encircled the base of Jake’s tool. He was able to take the whole organ into his mouth. He had almost brought Jake to the edge, and then he backed off.

Pete stood up and took off the rest of his clothes and stood before Jake wearing nothing but his gun belt and his policeman’s hat. It was Jake’s turn to taste Pete’s thick meaty organ He gladly knelt down on his knees and kissed the tip of Pete’s shaft, swirling his tongue over that pink helmet. Jake licked up and down the sides of Pete’s stiff pole. Jake stopped long enough to take the rest of his clothes off, and the two men lay down on the blanket. Jake started to suck Pete in earnest and he moaned in ecstasy. His balls drew up against his cock, and pretty soon Jake had the most delicious load of the liquor of lust lubricating his throat and tonsils.

Pete lay on his back and brought his legs up into the air, with his knees touching his chest.  “Jake, I want you to put your hot smoking pistol into my holster and fire at will. Jake shot his creamy spunk deep into Pete’s love tunnel. Five shots. . . .f . . .i . . .v.. . . .e. . . .

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Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder boomed louder than before. The rain was coming down in torrents. Jake nestled more snugly into Jim’s arms, and even in his sleep, he felt safe, warm, loved and protected. Safe and warm . . . . a delightful . . . . sensation . . .

Once more Jake was hitchhiking along Canadian highways and byways when a black limousine stopped and the window rolled down. “Hey, stud, wanna ride?” a voice asked.

“Sure,” Jake replied.

“Get in.”

Jake got in the car and saw that the other passenger was a man of about thirty-five years of age, with dark curly hair and a two-days’ growth of beard on his face. He was wearing faded blue denims, a leather jacket and leather boots. Although he looked like a member of a gang, he smiled at Jake and said, “Wanna drink?”

“Sure,” Jake answered. “Thanks.”

“Oh, by the way, I’m Carl, Carl Brunswick.”

“Jake, ah, Jake LeBone.”

“Pleased to meet you, Jake,” said Carl, as he opened a cabinet in the back of the seat in front of him, and pulled put a bottle of Glen Livid Scotch and two glasses. “Water?”

“Uh ..  uh . . I’ve never had Scotch before,” said Jake.

“Better take it with water, and sip it slow!” warned Carl.

Jake found the taste a little strange but as he sipped, he found that he was enjoying the warm sensations that the liquor was sending through his body.

Carl said to him, “Take off your clothes.”

“Why?”  Jake asked.  “So you can  ravish my body and  . . . play with my goodies?

“No,” Carl said. “Let me explain. “I am a free-lance photographer, and I specialize in photographs of men . . . naked men, and I thought you might be interested in earning some money by being my model . . . if you qualify! So, how about dropping your drawers and letting me see your package!”

“Oh,” said Jake, with an ‘evil’ grin on his face. “Sure. I can use some money.” Saying that, he took off his clothes, and sat in all his glory beside Carl.

“I think you’ve got it. By Kodak! I think you’ve got it!” Carl exclaimed in admiration at Jake’s muscular body, smooth and unblemished. He looked out the window, and saw that the road was leading through a forest.  He tapped on the panel and the driver lowered it.

“Yes, Sir?” the driver asked.

“Gus, I want you to pull into those woods, off the road. I’m going to take some shots of Jake in the woods.”

“Very good, Sir.” The diver steered the car into a clearing and Jake got out.

“How do you want me to pose?” Jake asked.

“I think a couple of shots of you partially hidden by some bushes, and then come out into the open so we can get some ‘full frontals’ and then turn around so we can get some ‘hot ass’ shots.”

“Sure,” said Jake. He followed Carl’s directions and Carl got about thirty shots of Jake in a variety of poses. They got back in the car, and Gus drove out onto the main road.

“I think you’re a natural, Jake, my friend,” said Carl as he put his hand on Jake’s thigh and lightly squeezed it.

Jake looked at him and then . . . put his hand on top of Carl’s hand and said, “Thanks, Carl.”

“Ummmm! Jake, how would you feel about doing some shots with other men . . . I mean as in man-to-man, or man-on-man, or man-in-man sex?”

“I think I could be persuaded  . . . if you think those kinds of pictures would sell!”

Carl snorted, and said, “Oh, they’d sell, all right, a hot stud like you! I can think of a dozen e-magazines that would pay big money for pics of you!”

“Oh, that’s all right then,” said Jake. “OK, then. I’m game!”

“Oh, good,” Carl said. “Now . . . as long as you’re in the buff, and you’ve got the right stuff, how about if we ….”

Jake’s dreaming took him through the next few years. Under Carl’s management he became the hottest porn star in Canada. His stage, or rather, his photo name was ‘Jacques the Jock with the Cock.’ The money rolled in, and Jake, or Jacques as we should now call him, was the King of the Gay ‘skin flicks.’  Jake’s dreaming led him to the day when . . .

“Jake, I want you to come with me to meet some new models. I’m thinking we might do a video with you and these two. They are twenty-year-old twins.

“Sounds like a good idea,” said Jake.

He and Carl went to visit the twins. When they got to the motel room where they were to meet them, they rapped on the door.

“Come in,” a voice said.

They opened the door and found two naked hunks lying on a bed. One had his arm over the head and shoulders of his partner and the other had his arm around the waist of his fuck-buddy. Their slim handsome bodies showed chests with some musculature, dark hair in their armpits, dark hair below their navels and tantalizing tools that even in a flaccid state looked almost good enough to eat!

“Hi,” said one. I’m Samuel Oliver Daniel Orville.”

“And I’m Charles Albert Thomas Alexander,” said the other.

“Those are quite a mouthful, if you’ll pardon the puns,” said Jake. Carl just smiled; he knew what was coming.

“Yeah, well, they are our ‘professional’ names. You see, said Samuel, “Our family name is Mite.”

“Oh,” said Jake. “Oh! Oh!  I see. Neat!”

“These boys have gained quite a reputation as entertainers at certain stag parties,” said Carl. ”Show them your techniques.”

Sam bent down and began to lick the top of Charles’ cock. He licked it and tongued it. And then took the whole shaft into his mouth. He took it and sucked it . . . and sucked it . . .  and  . . .

With a moan of pleasure Jake woke up. He got up quietly to go to the bathroom. While he as flicking the last drops off, he felt Jim come into the bathroom and say, “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all, sweet Jim.”

When they had finished, and washed the sleep out of their eyes, they went back to bed for a cuddle.

Jake said, “Jim, I don’t ever want to be parted from you again.”

“I know, my dearest Jake, but how can that be? You have to go back to Canada and I have my career…,” Jim said sadly.

“Actually, Jim, my boss sent me to the States to open a branch office of his photographic agency. He wants me to specialize in gay videos, and  . . . ,” Jake paused.

“And?” Jim asked.

“And I am going to need an assistant. Could you give up your career as a slut and settle down to working with me? You would be paid by the company and not by me, so I wouldn’t be ‘keeping you’ in any sense except that I am keeping you in my heart and in my arms forever.”

“Would I?” exclaimed Jim. “In a heart-beat, my love, in a heart-beat!”

The End.

Feedback always welcome.    

Encourager’s Comment:  So now we know the other half of the story.  It’s about time the two guys got together again.  E

Posted: 01/02/09