“Hi, Mathew. How are you tonight?”
“Tired of drinking beer,” the round, dimpled face boy said as he put an empty Budweiser bottle on the bar.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” Dan asked smiling at the handsome well dressed young man that seem so out of place among the jean and T-shirt crowd.
Mathew looked at the bottle. “Cotes de Rhone. Sure would. It’s not often that I get a taste of the good stuff here in the bar.”
“Another glass, Bucky.”
The bartender sneered. “It a shame to waste it,” he said but poured Mathew a glass. “You do know what wine other than Boone Farm tastes like, right Mathew?”
“I am wine and dined by the wealthy gentry of La Jolla,” Mathew shot back.
“Oh, so it’s wine in bed is it?” Bucky asked with a sneaker. “What do you all do. Put a condom over the neck of the bottle and prick it and take turns sucking wine out of the bottle?”
Dan tried and failed to keep from laughing.
“Mister, you can see how difficult it is to bring a little culture to a Latino bar owner. Don’t let his knowledge of wine fool you into thinking he’s cultured. His Mexican singing idol is Freddy Fender not Plácido Domingo.”
Dan laughed harder.
Bucky just held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not a college debater. I’ve got customers to serve. I’ll leave the bottle with you and start a tab,” he said nodding his head at Dan.
“Are you still in college?” Dan asked.
“No, been out for a while?” Mathew said as he took a sip of wine. “I can say Bucky does know his wines.”
“What was your major?”
“Art and theatre. Double major.”
“That’s great. So, what did you parlay your degrees into?”
Mathew waved his hand around the bar. “This is my business.”
Dan frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Yeah, I can see that. I thought Gerry probably already told you.”
“Told me what?”
“I am a hustler for the rich and famous in San Diego, well most of my clients are from La Jolla. You see some of them want to go out to dinner with their dates,” Mathew waved his had around the bar. “Would you take any of them to Mille Fleurs?”
Dan raised his eye brows.
Mathew smiled. “I’m a regular there.”
“Wow, I am impressed,” Dan paused and took a sip of wine. “Ah . . . if I may be so bold to ask, what do you charge a night?”
“Two thousand.”
Dan took a deep breath. He glanced more closely at the young man. There was no mistaking that he was handsome. Put him in a pare of shorts and give him a surfboard and he along with the guy that stuttered could have posed for the cover of a Beach Boys album.
“I’m not going to take you to Mille Fleurs but I will take you to Hot Dog Heaven before I take you home,” Dan said suddenly desperately wanting the company of the sexy young man to help him forget about Gerry. And damn, a two thousand dollar roll in the hay should accomplish that if anything would.
Mathew winked. “I’m versatile. Hot Dogs, filet mignon, I’m good for either,” he said with a cute smile.
Dan like his smile.
“But who told you about Hot Dog Heaven. It’s supposed to be our little secret.”
“Gerry,” Dan said with a sigh.
“Oh, him. Strange that he’s not back in jail?”
“What do you mean?”
“With all the cat burglaries in town, especially in La Jolla. He did do time for cat burglaries, heck, I think he is still on parole. Strange that the police haven’t pulled him in already for questioning? I’m just saying?”
Dan shook his head. “No, I don’t think he would do that.”
“So you know he was in prison?”
“Yes, he told me.”
“And you still invited him home?” Mathew asked with a shy look.
“No. Yes, I did but he turned me down.”
“Lucky you. I will not turn you down. You are a very handsome older man. I only like older men.”
“And if a man in his thirties came in an offered you two thousand dollars you wouldn’t go home with him?”
Mathew made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I didn’t say that. I said I only like older men. However, business is business. You know the old saying, ‘a boy has got to do what a boy has got to do.”
“Well, I’ve heard the girl version,” Dan said. Damn have I lost my marbles? I am going to pay this gorgeous young man two thousand dollars to have sex with me? “Let me pay the bar bill. And then what do you say to skipping the hot dogs and going to my house and playing with each other’s weenies!”
Mathew laughed and finished with a smiled. “I’m all for that, daddy.”
Oh, I don’t know if I like being called daddy, Dan thought as the two of them headed for the door.
“I’m still in shock at how the interior of the bar differs from the outside,” Dan said as they walk by the security guard who winks at Dan.
“It’s La Jolla style. They have to appear as though they are sophisticated gentry with their multimillion dollar homes but go inside most of them and you’ll find perverts using their money to get what they want sexually.”
“You sound resentful.”
“No, it just the way it is with the one percent,” Mathew said as the valet pulled Dan car around and ran around and held the door open for Mathew. He then walked ahead of Dan round to the driver side.
“The keys are in the ignition, Sir.”
“Thanks,” Dan said and tipped him twenty dollars.
“I forgot to ask where you live?” Mathew said as Dan pulled out of the drive way.
“On Fort Stockton Street,” Dan said. “I bought a craftsman house that has a contemporary addition. “I love it. But I must warn you it has neon green doors.”
“Oh, that reminds me of the old porno move ‘Behind the Green Door’ that stared that women who as doing the Ivory soap commercial. Was a bit scandal at the time,” Mathew said as he reached over and put his hand on Dan’s leg.
Dan cleared his throat. “Ah . . . you watch porno movies?”
“Just the old ones from the 70’s. I don’t like these new ones. My favorites are The Devil and Miss Jones, Behind the Green Door, which stared the Ivory Soap girl, Marilyn Chambers, and Deep Throat and any of the Johnny Homes videos.”
Damn, I think I have a tiger by the tail, Dan thought as he pulled up into his drive which was two concrete lanes with marble gravel between.
“My God! I see what you mean,” Mathew said when he spotted the neon green back door of the house. “Is the front door the same color?”
Dan smiled and nodded his head. “Yep! But this is the entrance to the guest cottage. But the door on the privacy wall is also the same color. We go through it to the back yard then to the main house.”
“You have got balls, Dan, I give you that.”
“And I’ve got a dick that is throbbing hard,” Dan said glanced down at his tented crotched.
“Not for long,” Mathew said as both he and Dan climbed out of the car. “I like your garden,” he added as they walked through the backyard.
The moment they were in and Dan had unarmed the alarm he pulled Mathew to him and kissed him. Mathew’s tongue met his and they caressed each other as both men began to strip. Mathew broke their embrace and stepped back a couple steps and started doing a strip tease as he unbuckled his belt.
Dan was so excited that he found himself struggling to unbutton his shirt. Since Jenifer’s death, he had had gay sex, but usually quick blow jobs in the back rooms of bars in LA that had left him feeling sleazy. He had never invited anyone home in LA out of respect of the memory of his wife. This was the first man he had invited home with him in his new house.
I’m paying for sex!
The thought was like a buck of ice water thrown on him. Suddenly his hand stopped trembling as the sexual excitement drained out of him like wa
ter out of a tub when the stopper is pulled.
“What the matter?” Mathew asked as he kicked his slacks across the room. “You don’t like my strip tease?”
“No, it’s artistic. You move so well,” Dan said as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He reached down for his jockey shorts just as Mathew pulled his bikini shorts down. The boy’s thick uncut cock sprung up and stayed up. The sight of Mathew’s cock restored most but not all of the sexual excitement he had felt before remembering that he was paying the guy for sex.
“So, Daddy, show me what you have,” Mathew said as he grabbed his cock and began to masturbate while he waited for Dan to pull his jockey shorts down.
Dan jerked them down. His cock was smaller in diameter than Mathew’s cock but at least an inch longer. But unlike Mathew’s his cock was circumcised.
“Nice dick, Daddy,” Mathew said as he continued to pump his hand up and down the thick shaft of his cock.
Does he mean it or is he just saying what he always says to his clients! Dan gritted his teeth together. Stop thinking about it!
“Fuck me daddy,” Mathew suddenly called out. “I want that daddy dick up my asshole!”
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Dan said. I’m not paying two thousand dollars for a quickie in the mud room!
“Yes, Daddy. That would be better,” Mathew said in a flat tone.
Asshole. I’m not sure he is feeling anything. The thought was followed by an image of Gerry flashing through his mind. Damn it! I’m paying two thousand dollars to forget about him and here I am still thinking about him and wishing I was with him instead of Mathew.
“You have a great decorator!” Mathew said with awe.
He showing more emotion looking at my furniture than when he looks at me.
Dan opened to the door to his bedroom which had a simple bed with a snow-white spread that accented the pewter colored floor tiles.
“I’m very impressed. Simple but elegant just like you, Daddy.”
I should tell him to stop calling me daddy! Dan thought as he pulled the spread back. He motioned for Mathew to get in bed first.
“Do I have to wear a condom?” Dan asked suddenly realizing that he didn’t have one.
“Only if you need one?” Mathew answered. He reached for Dan but Dan reached down and grabbed his shoulder. “Turn over! I ready to fuck you!”
I can’t kiss him again, I just can’t.
“Sure, Daddy, I want to feel your cock inside of me! Fuck me Daddy.”
Dan spit on his hand and rubbed saliva over the head and shaft of his cock. He looked down at the boy’s muscular back and bubble butt and his cock responded. It stiffened as he guided the head of his cock to Mathew pink asshole.
“Take my cock Gerry!” Dan said as he thrust his hips downward unaware that he had used the wrong name. The tight ring of Mathew’s ass resisted for a moment before yielding. Dan’s cock head plunged into Mathew’s hot wet anus. “Take my cock Gerry. Take it.” Dan called out as he started fucking Mathew as hard and fast as he could pump his hips.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Mathew canted sounding like the sound track of a 70’s porno video. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck me daddy.”
Dan almost lost his erection. But he concentrated on an image of Gerry as he continued to ride Mathew’s ass. It took a while. He was beginning to sweat and think that he wouldn’t cum when suddenly he could feel the moment of no return. He jerked his cock out of Mathew’s asshole and shot his load on the middle of the boy’s muscular back.
“Wow, that was amazing,” Mathew proclaimed as he turned over.
When Dan saw the Mathew was going to kiss him he moved to get out of bed. “Yeah, it was nice wasn’t it.”
“You are very good in bed, Dan.”
Hell, I bet you tell everyone you sleep with that.
“Let me go to my safe and get you your money. I’m sure you have places to be,” Dan said no longer caring if he was being insensitive.
“That would be great. Yes, I’ll probably go back to the bar for a night cap. It’s like a second home to me,” Mathew called out as Dan left the bedroom
A moment later Dan returned with an envelope. “Here and thank you very much for a wonderful night,” Dan said as he handed the envelope to Mathew.
“It was my pleasure and hopefully we will do it again,” Mathew said holding up the envelope. “And thanks for this.”
“Aren’t you going to count it?”
“Oh no,” Mathew said. “I trust you, Dan.”
Chapter 5
Like a black panther, the young man crept up the beach keeping near the rocks shying away from the open sand. His target tonight was just ahead, an ultramodern glass beach house.
He hated the rosy cheeked German with his small mouth and blue eyes. He was a pig in bed. He demanded his ass rimed and his uncut dirty cock sucked for hours before he would finally cum. A night with Dieter was work! Hard work!
Tonight, he was striking a blow against the short old cupid. His target was a painting by Fritz Winter. Even though he hated the German, he had returned whenever invited, just to stand for a shot time in front of the painting and stare at it. Dieter had more expensive paintings but they were not the target on this night.
The thief had to be extra careful and quick as he only had a shot window of time to get into the house and snatch the painting. Dieter was in the bar now getting drunk. The German always got drunk before choosing which of the boys were the lucky one. And Dieter being drunk was why it took hours to get him to cum.
The thought of sex with the German pig made the thief tremble with rage as he climbed over the rocks and onto the patio of Dieter’s glass house. With the glass house, there were no windows to jam. He had stolen the codes to the alarm system. It had taken him six horrible nights satisfying the German lust for sex to get the code. The entire security system was German made and unfamiliar to him and thus the only way to get in undetected was to steal the codes as they were punched into the pad.
Dieter was a pig but no fool. He always made the boys from the bar stand outside while he punched in the security code for the alarm. But the last time the thief had visited the glass house, Dieter had been so drunk that he had to help him inside the house. And he had finally been able to watch the drunk man punch in the security codes.
Now everything would be fine if Dieter hadn’t changed the codes. And the thief didn’t think Dieter remembered much about what happened that night in the four hours he was working on him to make him cum, let alone entering the house.
Now was the moment of truth. The thief pulled out the house key. He had made an impression of Dieter’s house key on his first sleep over. But because of the German security system he had been forced to wait until he could obtain the codes before using the key.
A flash of excitement flushed through the thief as he pushed the key in the lock and turned it. The huge glass door swung open effortless. The thief stepped inside and glanced at the keypad for the alarm system. He took a deep breath and let it out before he lifted his right hand to the keypad and punched in the ten-digit code with his forefinger. He pulled back ready to sprint from the house if the chirping beep of the alarm didn’t stop.
Silence. The alarm was disarmed.
A surge of relief weakened the thief’s knees as he took in several quick breaths before he continued to the interior of the house. The Winter painting was hung downstairs in a hallway between the library and the “beach viewing room” as Dieter called the room. It was really a spectacular view.
As always it took no time at all to remove the painting and replace it with one of his own, a crayon sketch of a naked boy.
The thief pulled his cell phone from his pocket as he walked out the door. It had only taken him fifteen minutes. Now to go to Daddy’s Boys so that he would have an alibi. Too bad he couldn’t see the German’s face when realized his Fritz Winter abstract painting had been stolen.
Chapter 6
“Your friend is bac
k? Come fly with me,” Spike said nodding toward the door as Dan entered the bar.
“I . . . I . . . I don’t believe you turned down some of that. H . . .H . . .He’s handsome, rich and adores you,” Terry added as he glanced from Spike to Gerry as they set at a table near the pool table.
“He’s nice. He deserves better than me,” Gerry said. “I’m an x-con still on parole. What future do I have with a him except for a couples of one night stands? I don’t want to get attached to him and then have me drop me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Gerry, I’ve been to the gallery and seen your sketches. You have lot more talent than I do. I can’t even get my paintings into a gallery,” Spike said.
“Th . . . Th . .. That because your paintings are violent intercity gang banger shit. Fu . . . Fu . . .Fucking motorcycles and cross bones and bleeding corpses. Th . . . Th . . .They give me the creeps,” Terry said. “Ge . . . Ge . . . Gerry’s sketches make me feel fuzzy.”
“It’s what I see,” Spike said. “You all don’t live in the hood like I do? And Terry fuzzy, really?”
“O . . . O . . . Okay, here he is going to go on for an hour about growing up poor in the hood,” Terry said. “B . . . B. . . Bro, I’ve heard your sad sack story about your strict father but that’s all in the past. Yo . . . Yo . . .You have to take responsibility for your actions as an adult. Yo . . . Yo . . . You can’t keep blaming all your psychology problems on your childhood. An . . . An . . . And you aren’t the only one that had a terrible childhood!”
“Listen to who’s talking. Aren’t you the one who complained that you are gay only because you mommy made you dress up in her clothes when you were a little boy? And that you stutter because they loved your brother more than they loved you?”
“Okay, you two continued comparing bad daddies and mommies. I’m going to the bar to get another beer,” Gerry said standing up.
“Yeah right. Just to get another beer,” Spike said. “And of course you will just have to stand next to the handsome older man to attract Bucky’s attention.”
“Later, alligator,” Gerry called out.
“W . . . W . . . We don’t do red necks expression in Southern California,” Terry said.
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