I didn't waste any time as I leaned in and kissed him. He reached up and grabbed my head on both sides and pulled me to him for a real kiss. It was all lips and tongue and it made me stiff as a board. I reached down to feel Robert's package and it was at full attention. Robert hit the volume button and the room was filled again with the sound of sweaty men pounding each other’s asses. He started unbuttoning my shirt slowly, one button at a time. Each time he popped a button, he would rub on my nipples, making me edge even more. He finally reached the last button and then gently pulled out my shirt, slowly slid it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
I swung my legs over Robert so that I was sitting on him and facing him. I could feel his dick strain through his pants to reach my hole. I grabbed his head and slid my tongue into his waiting mouth. He tasted like candy and vodka. Robert reached down and started massaging my ass, which made me moan in his mouth. Robert smiled. I started unbuttoning his shirt, but I didn't do it slowly. I was very fast and proficient because I wanted to see the fur under his shirt. As I pulled the shirt away I could see the perfectly formed pecs with their perfect pink nipples covered in just the right amount of fur with a happy trail over his six pack heading straight to the promised land.
Robert reached down and undid my belt, popped the button on my pants, and began to pull down the zipper. He spread open my pants, revealing my straining cock, which needed release. He then slid his hands down the back of my pants and boxer briefs, working over the cheeks of my ass. I started to grind back and forth on his dick. I really got his comment from before that he liked sex as much as any other man.
He reached down and pulled out the coffee table drawer. In it were lube, condoms, and a variety of toys. You could tell this wasn't the first time this scenario played out on this couch. "I wasn't sure if you needed any toys to loosen you up."
"Let me loosen you up first," I said as I bent over to remove Robert's shoes one at a time. With them off, I undid his belt, popped the button on his pants, and pulled his zipper down revealing his cock-filled striped bikini underwear. I didn't stop there as I started pulling on his pant’ legs to remove his pants. Robert was kind enough to arch his back, which made his pants slide off with ease. This man had an incredible body from his upper torso to his meaty thighs, all of which were covered in a very light, sandy, colored fur. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my hands all over his body.
My hands worked their way back to the cock-filled bikini briefs and slid their way between his thighs and the material so I could pull them straight down. There were no complaints from Robert as he arched his back again as I pulled his briefs off and tossed them on the floor.
In front of me was his perfect-looking eight inch dick with a base of furry balls. "Can I take a picture of your dick?"
"Absolutely. I love it when someone sees perfection," he replied as he spread his legs wide apart so I could get the best shot of the shaft and balls.
I reached for my phone on the coffee table and snapped a couple of quick shots. I checked the photos to make sure they came out clear, and when I did, I noticed something but I wasn't sure what it was. There were some darker spots on his balls under the sandy colored fur. I bent my head down to take a closer look, and when I did, Robert grabbed my head, assuming I was getting ready to suck his dick.
"Oh yeah, baby, take my dick," he said as he positioned his cock in front of my mouth.
All I could say was, "Wait a minute, baby," as I looked into his sex face. There is something else I want to look at. His sex face turned into a confused face.
I got down on my knees and grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled it up so that his balls would stick out a little more. There wasn't a lot of light in the room, so I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight and brought it close to his balls.
"This isn't going to hurt, is it?"
"No, I'm just taking a closer look." When I brought the light closer to his balls, it was like a bunch of cockroaches running from the light, but these weren't roaches. They were crabs. I could see their little feet moving as they crawled in and around his pubic hair. His balls had a whole family living there. I don't know how he didn't feel it.
"Do your balls feel itchy?"
"A little now and then. Why do you ask?"
"Because you have crabs. I suggest you go out and get yourself some A-200 to get rid of your infestation." Once he heard, that he immediately deflated, which was fine because I already had deflated the minute I spotted the dark spots on my phone. I just hope none got on me.
I hopped up, zipped up, buttoned my pants, and tightened my belt. I grabbed my shirt from the floor, put it on, and buttoned it up.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"
"Of course not. Your secret is safe with me," I said. “I gotta go. It has been a very interesting evening. Have a good night."
I left him sitting on the couch, grabbing on his balls. The party next door was winding down, as there were fewer cars on the street. My only thought at this point was heading to the Publix and getting some A-200 for myself. I would rather be safe than sorry and make sure I killed anything I may have picked up from the Crab King. I guess this was why I had never been on a blind date before.
I got back to the apartment and of course his secret was not safe with me. I had to unload to Germaine the minute I walked through the door. I told him I didn't realize I could have had crabs twice tonight. We both laughed.
CHAPTER 54
The hotel was busy as usual, but luckily Germaine and I were working the same shift at the front desk. This made time go by so much faster when I had him there to cut up with.
"I have to thank you," he said. "These past weeks I have met so many influential people and it is all because of you. I never would have had this opportunity if it weren't for you."
"Don't you mean Desiree?" I said. "Most of these events we are going to I'm done up in high-whore drag, but I'm not complaining. I have met so many people and it really has helped with my donations for the contest. As much as I hate saying it none of this would have happened without Biff and Kits’ contacts. I just can't believe how many people they know."
"Isn't it amazing? I wanted to remind you that I'm going to the Fireman's Charity Ball tonight with Kit and Biff."
This was the first time that they actually invited Germaine without me. They even let him bring Miss Gigi with him. I was glad they were starting to pay more attention to him since he had busted his butt doing everything they had asked. Even better, I would have the apartment all to myself tonight, so I could have a marathon of "So You Think You Can Dance" and get caught up on all the episodes I missed.
While Germaine went to get coffee, I buried myself in some useless paperwork at the desk.
"Why, my sir, they must work you to death around here."
I looked up and staring me in the face was Thunderball. Her daddy, Spencer Jack, was holding her up at counter level. "What does a dog have to do to get a room around here?"
"You have to bark like a dog," I said. "It is so good to see you, Thunderball. And your daddy isn't so hard on the eyes either. How are you doing, Spencer? I didn't know you were coming in." I took a better look at Spencer and realized that he was pretty pale.
"Neither did I. I've been having more seizures lately, so they made me come up immediately for more testing. This time my mother is with me. I'm checking her into the connecting room next to mine."
"I am so sorry to hear that." It was sad seeing someone close to my own age with so many medical problems. "What can I do for you while you are here?"
"I don't know yet. I really enjoyed our drink last time, but I don't think I will be able to do that this time. We are heading over to the hospital almost immediately."
"Here are your room keys. Do you need any help getting upstairs?"
"No, there's mother now," he said as a woman came rolling into the lobby with one of the hotel carts with several pieces of luggage on it. "I'll stop by when we get back."
"Please do. I would love to spend some time with you while you’re here if you feel up to it."
"Thank you so much. It gives me something to look forward to," he said. "Have to go." He went and met his mother and they both rolled the luggage cart over to the elevator. I watched until the elevator door closed. Little did I know that was the last time I was going to see Spencer. While at the hospital, he had another seizure, but this time he did not recover. Word spread around the hotel, and Sheila was the unlucky one to share the news with me.
I felt crushed. I wished I could reach out to Marjorie to let her know what happened. Spencer, was a great guy, and I had shared with Marjorie my fantasy life with Spencer from the picket fence to several Thunderballs roaming around the yard. So I decided to slip to the back to one of the computers and message her on Facebook. I knew it would message her instantly on her phone. I opened Facebook and did a search for Marjorie from my friends list. I hit enter, but nothing came back. I went to the full list, and realized she was no longer there. I typed her name in on the main search, and she did not come up. It took me a second to realize that she had unfriended me. This was the final blow to my day. I tried reaching out to Germaine, but my calls went straight to his voice mail since he had slipped out of work early to get ready for the charity ball. I really felt alone as I headed out the hotel door and drove myself home. I stopped and picked up some Taco Bell, which was comfort food for me. A Mexican pizza and a bean burrito.
I got to the apartment and it was quiet because Germaine had gone out for dinner with the boys before the charity ball. I turned on the TV and sat down to eat my dinner. I channel surfed, but nothing was pulling me out of this mood. I needed to feel wanted, so I might as well go online and get some attention.
I set the computer up on the bed and put on some very mellow music to try and get me into a better head space. I didn't even care what I was wearing as I finally flopped down and hit broadcast.
The usual folks popped up immediately and started chatting with me. This was the best ego booster you could get when people start telling you how beautiful, sexy, and hot you are.
Finally, my night got better when Leatherman sent me a private message.
Leatherman25: “Didn't know you were going to be on here tonight. Also your room has changed. Not the same background as before”
From this point on, I ignored all the other chats and just private messaged with Leatherman.
SpankyBtm: “Had a falling out with my previous roommate and had to get out of there so the new background. Getting settled into the new place. I think I could get used to it”
Letherman25: “Thought you and your husband were living together. Hope it all works out.”
SpankyBtm: “We weren’t getting along with that roommate so had to move. Didn't plan on being here but had a bad day”
Leatherman25: “Tell me about it”
SpankyBtm: “Had a very nice acquaintance pass away today and found out former roommate unfreinded me on FB”
Leatherman25: “If I were there I would be giving you a great big hug”
SpankyBtm: “Just the thought of that gives me some comfort. Didn't mean to dump all this on you”
Leatherman25: “Baby that's what I am here for”
SpankyBtm: “That's all I needed to hear. Got to go to bed. Thanks for being you”
I turned off the computer and the lights. I tossed and turned and kept asking myself what I had done to be cut off from my former friends? I'm a nice guy, and I try to treat everyone with the respect they deserve. I don't think losing their friendships really hit me until today, and it really hurt.
"God, why is this happening to me?" I thought.
CHAPTER 55
"Bombshell" was on hiatus while most of the cast rehearsed for their upcoming community playhouse production, so I needed to get some of the other fundraising ideas off the ground to bring in some money.
I had spoken to Sherell, the owner of Pop My Bubble Salon, and she and her staff were willing to donate their time to do a Hair-Cut-A-Thon, with all proceeds donated to my charity. We set it up for a Monday when the salon normally wasn't open. I had also asked them if they would be willing to do some haircuts for the homeless group that lived under the bridge on Monroe, and she was extremely gracious and immediately said yes.
It was time to get the marketing going. Germaine called Kit and Biff, who came over to discuss this fundraiser and some other options that they had in mind.
"We can use the homeless angle to get you some press in the gay rags," Kit said.
"Yes, since there is the human interest story, they should jump all over it. I will give the editors a personal call to ensure the coverage. Plus, several owe me favors for some ad revenue I sent their way," Biff said.
"I don't know if using the homeless people is the best marketing tactic for this," I said. "The salon and I are both doing it to help some people out who are down on their luck."
"And you should use that and be thankful you are not down on your luck and like one of them," Kit said. "I thank God every day that I am not one of those poor creatures who come knocking at my car window every time I exit at the expressway. I know its hot outside, but I'm not opening my window and letting out my cold air and none of them are ever sexy looking. They look like they need a bath."
"Think of it this way, sweetie. By getting more press, you will be raising awareness of the plight of the homeless in the city. Maybe that will lead to people making a donation to help get these people off the streets," Biff said.
"You really think so?" I asked.
"Absolutely," Germaine chimed in. "You can't fix a problem if people don't know about it.”
What they said sounded good, and I really just wanted to help them out. "You have my blessing. Please contact the gay rags and see what you can do." Plus, with them doing the promotions, it was one fewer thing that I had to deal with.
"I'm so glad you see it our way," Kit said. "We will get the phone tree activated and get the Facebook event up and running."
I was extremely shocked when I got a call from one of the magazines asking to set up an interview and photo shoot that same day. Of course, the photo shoot was for Desiree, which was a first for her, and it would be the first time a photo got published. This was going to put me in front of thousands of people. I guess it really was good to know people in high places.
Now that the promotions were set up, I needed to speak with Temple. At least I knew where I could find him on Saturday to see if he and the other homeless folks would even be interested in getting haircuts. He was at his usual corner at Monroe and Piedmont trying to collect money.
"Good afternoon, Temple," I said as I approached.
"Good afternoon, fine sir. How are you doing today?"
"Very well. I'm not sure if you remember me from before, but I wanted to ask you a question."
"Sir, I always remember individuals who are kind and generous to me. You were the gentleman who gave me his lunch and some money to make sure I would eat. I greatly appreciated that."
"Yes, that was me, and thanks for remembering me. I wanted to ask you a question. I am organizing a Haircut-a-thon, and I wanted to see if you and some of your friends would be interested in getting a free haircut. I know it is not much, but I wanted to make the offer to you. It would just be just down the block right over there," I said as I pointed to the salon. "A couple of Mondays from now at 4 P.M."
"I would be glad to take you up on that sir, and I'm sure there are several others who will be interested. How can I reach you to let you know? I don't have a phone."
"I'll be glad to come back here next Saturday to check."
"That is a plan sir. I will see you next Saturday."
With that worked out, the next step was to get ready for the photo shoot. Biff, Kit, and Germaine spent what seemed like hours looking at all my outfits and wigs to determine which would be the best for the photo shoot. Everything was happening pretty quickly, so there really
wasn't time to go get anything new. They decided on a short sequined dress that I didn't wear that often, which was good because they didn't want people recognizing the outfit in the photos. They also picked the wig and the shoes to go with it. I was happy with their choices because it was less for me to think about. Maybe this was a good thing with them being around. I got to use my brain less.
We all went to the photographer's studio with me already done up in my make up. The boys carried in everything that I needed and were all there to help me get dressed. The reporter was meeting us at the studio to ask some questions for the article which was just going to be a one page spread in the magazine with a photo and a write-up about the charity.
The photographer was extremely hot. He was playing dance music in the background, which gave the room a great energy. After a final hair and make up check with the boys, I was ready to pose. I had never taken any professional photos, so I was relying on the photographer for directions, which he was great at. I would arch my back or stretch my neck anytime he asked, but the boys were getting a little impatient and started barking out their own poses. Luckily, cooler heads prevailed and the photographer took control of the shoot again.
While all this was happening, the writer was shooting out questions for me about why I was doing this and what else I was doing. I would answer, and immediately, Kit would clarify my statement. I thought I was pretty clear, but what Kit was explaining was even more detailed than I could ever be. One of the questions did intrigue me. The writer asked if I had ever written anything else before besides “Bombshell.”
I had to think about it, but one thing did pop into my head. "When I was in about 6th grade, a friend and I thought we could write a hit song, so we started pounding out things on the upright piano at my house. I even remember the title - ‘Venus and Mars Rising.’ It was probably terrible, but when you’re eleven everything sounds great."
Once the shots were taken we all stood at the computer screen to choose the right shot. There were several I was happy with, but those didn't meet the boys’ criteria, so they chose another shot that they felt best captured my essence, as they put it. Much to my surprise, the photographer and writer both agreed with them. I couldn't wait to see it in print.
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