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  “I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t vomit until you came back here,” James said. “Jeremy, this is a dangerous game you’re playing, I hope you’ve got all your bases covered.”

  “I’ll make sure that I do before anything happens,” Bart said.

  “I’ve neglected to ask how Delia’s doing,” James said.

  “The same as me, thank you for asking,” Bart said, before drinking some of his orange juice. “James, I’ve got to find out who the men in charge of Rachel’s operation are, if I’m ever going to feel safe.”

  “I understand that; but those people, whoever they may be, are very good about hiding in the shadows. Something big has to occur to bring them out into the light.”

  “You sound like Mr. Orion now,” Bart said. “James, is Rachel their only dealer… or distributor?”

  “Yes, as far as I know. Simon deals too, but he reports back to Rachel. I don’t know about the other areas around here, but Rachel’s definitely the head of distribution in Maynard Shores.”

  “Then it’s time to shake the tree and see what falls out of it,” Bart said.

  Chapter 22

  Throwing a Lifeline

  BART SPENT some time going over resort management and maintenance with James in his office, before he headed back to his apartment. It was ten minutes till four, and he’d arranged a private meeting with Reese at four . By the time Bart had used the bathroom and grabbed a snack from the fridge, there was a knock on his front door. He walked to the door, opened it, and was greeted with a kiss from someone who’d gotten significantly better at kissing.

  “Come on in, lover,” Bart said. He closed the door behind Reese, then walked him to the sofa.

  “We gotta keep up the charade for Mr. Orion,” Reese said.

  “Probably not for much longer, though,” Bart said.

  “Huh?” Reese said, looking confused.

  “I’m gonna throw you a lifeline, Mr. Lifeguard,” Bart said, but saw that Reese still looked lost. He noticed Reese was wearing just a tank top over his Speedos, and flip-flops. The lifeguard was certainly pretty to look at. “Do you ever wear clothes, Reese?”

  “Yeah I do,” Reese said. “Like when I go to the store or clubbing. But do I need them right now?” He took off his tank top to reveal his slim, tanned chest, which matched the rest of his tanned, smooth body, then sat on the sofa.

  “You don’t need clothes right now, but you will need them when we go to Club Zanzibar tonight,” Bart said. “And by the way, Frank and Jenna are coming with us.”

  “No way,” Reese said. “Rachel doesn’t like Frank, because he likes Jenna; and she hates Jenna because—well, you’ve seen Jenna—the girl’s hot… she’s got that smokin’ body with long sexy legs, the perfect ass, and those big ole’ titties. Dude, you must’ve hit that at some point in your friendship with her.”

  “I wouldn’t know, I’m an amnesiac, remember,” Bart said. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m gay.”

  “Dude, nobody’s that gay,” Reese said.

  “You’d be surprised,” Bart said.

  “I’m telling you, man, there is no way you’re going to convince Rachel to let them into Club Zanzibar,” Reese said.

  “Oh, I’m not the one that’s going to try to convince Rachel of anything—you are,” Bart said. “Or you can try to convince the doorman at the club—Rachel doesn’t actually own the place, does she?”

  “No,” Reese said. “Shoot! These Speedos are still wet.” He stood, slipped out of his Speedos, and gave Bart a good look at his tan lines. His white ass matched the lines of his Speedos perfectly. “Sorry about sitting on your sofa with a wet suit on, Jer.” Instead of sitting back on the sofa, he reclined on it with his hands behind his head and his feet hanging off the other end. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything, Jer; can you explain things in a way that a simple, dumb lifeguard can understand?”

  “Hmmm,” Bart said, as he walked to Reese’s bare feet and let his fingers rest on top of them. “Shall I start at the bottom,” he let his fingers glide down Reese’s leg as he walked forward, “rest in the middle,” his fingers moved as soft as feathers across Reese’s shaved balls and cock, before stopping at his taut stomach, “and make my way to the top.” Bart’s fingers traced around Reese’s hard nipples, then up to his throat and into his mouth, where Reese sucked hungrily on them.

  “This is so hot, man, it’s taking all my energy not to get hard,” Reese said. “You have always watched out for me, Jeremy, and I’ve always appreciated it… but damn!”

  “I was way out of your league before, which is probably why we never fooled around until now,” Bart said. “And all I’m trying to do is help keep this hot body of yours safe.”

  “I’m such a dummy, Jeremy,” Reese said. “I probably should’ve stayed in my hometown and lived at my parent’s house.”

  “Making mistakes is part of life,” Bart said, sitting beside Reese, who moved over to make room for him. “It’s all about how we deal with those mistakes and problems. And we’re fixing to deal with your big problem with Mr. Orion.” He could see Reese looked nervous, so he kissed him on the lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby—you just need to do what I say; and together we’ll get you free of Mr. Orion’s grasp.”

  “I heard you talked to him last night,” Reese said. “Was it about us?”

  “No, but I did mention I was having fun with you. We are having fun, aren’t we, Reese? You’re not just doing all this…” he leaned down and licked the head of Reese’s cock, hearing him moan in response. “You’re not just doing this… because you’re afraid of Mr. Orion, are you?” He opened his mouth and went down all the way on Reese’s cock, eliciting an even louder moan from the lifeguard—some people were easy to play—no, that wasn’t quite the right word in this situation. He wasn’t necessarily ‘playing’ Reese, and if he was honest with himself, he felt a fondness for the guy.

  “No, dude, I’m not doing this just because I’m scared of Mr. Orion,” Reese said. “I’ve been messing with other guys around my age since I was a kid—it was fun then; and it’s even more fun now—and you’re good, Jer… really good. You’re doing this sexy stuff as a way to calm me down, aren’t you?”

  “Partially… and also because you’re really, really hot.” He sucked on Reese’s cock a couple more times, until he felt the timing was right to ask some questions, then he stroked the cock with his hand while he talked. “Who told you I met with Mr. Orion, Reese?”

  “That nosy guy Alstair—he knows everything that goes on around here, and he also reports everything back to James.”

  Bart went back to sucking Reese’s now engorged cock. “You taste good, Reese.”

  “It’s that super clean pool water that does it,” Reese said. “You’re better at giving head than the girls I’ve been with.”

  “That’s because you and I have the same equipment, and I know what makes a cock feel good firsthand,” Bart said.

  “Yeah, you do,” Reese said. “Maybe Simon and Julia can help me talk Rachel into letting Jenna and Frank enter the club tonight.”

  “I’d really appreciate that,” Bart said, chewing on a spot right below Reese’s balls and just above his asshole.

  “Ohhhh, Goddd,” Reese said. “That’s incredible, don’t stop.”

  “I need another favor, but first I want to ask your opinion on something.”

  “Ask away,” Reese said.

  Bart spoke in between licking Reese’s balls. “I need Simon’s help to set up Mr. Orion. Do you think Simon will go for it?”

  Reese reared up. “You’re really gonna do something about Mr. Orion—I mean, you really are?”

  Bart sat up and kissed Reese. “Don’t be nervous, Reese. It’s time for Mr. Orion to go, and I want to make sure he doesn’t come back to cause problems.” He kissed Reese again, more deeply this time. “I promise that we’ll get our hands on videos, pictures—whatever he has on you… and we’ll destroy them.
He chewed lightly on the side of Reese’s neck. “But we really need Simon’s help to do all this.” He went back to chewing on Reese’s neck, and Reese was squirming.

  “Jer—Jer, if we keep on doing these things, I’m gonna fall for you big time,” Reese said. “You make me want to do everything with you, so that I can belong to you… and only you.”

  “Get a grip, man, we’re dudes here, and you prefer women, remember?”

  “Not right now, I don’t,” Reese said.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom,” Bart said, then he stood, and led Reese by the hand into the bedroom.

  It didn’t take long for the two men to throw back the covers and start rolling around in bed.

  “You have such beautiful green eyes, and with that black hair of yours, Reese; you’re almost like a dream man.”

  “Thanks, Jeremy. I love that you’re so take charge and masculine… it’s nice not having to be the one to think of everything, and just let myself be led.”

  “So you trust me, then, Reese?” Bart said.

  “I always have, and believe it or not, I don’t trust many people.”

  “I don’t believe it,” Bart said, before he switched his position, so his face was by Reese’s foot. “You have such perfectly tanned feet—no tan lines from the flip-flops.” He sucked Reese’s big toe. “Do you think Simon will help us if he knows we’re going after Mr. Orion?”

  “Yes, if the price is right,” Reese said. “I’m sure Mr. Orion pays him big money for the boys he supplies, and so does Lisa—to get him to keep his mouth shut to Mr. Orion. Both those money sources will dry up if Mr. Orion leaves town.” He followed Bart’s move, and sucked on his toe. “Mmm, not bad—usually I’m not into feet.”

  “Mr. Orion is definitely going, Reese; but I think we can make a financial settlement with Simon that’ll keep him happy.” He moved up, turned Reese on his side and began kissing and chewing on his ass. “I need Simon to find Mr. Orion a special boy—one that can pass for ten.”

  “Ten!” Reese said, starting to sit up. Bart slapped his ass, and Reese lay back again.

  After squeezing Reese’s ass with his hands, Bart licked along his hairless crack. “Do you think Simon can find someone to fit the bill?” He spread Reese’s cheeks and let his tongue lick around his pink asshole. Reese was breathing heavily.

  “Yeah, yeah! Ohhh, that feels good. I think Simon can find someone; he’s got lots of contacts—even with some circus folks that live in Sarasota. Ohhh, my God, Jeremy, your tongue feels so good around there.”

  After licking his finger, Bart carefully inserted it into Reese’s hot asshole, and Reese’s breathing grew louder. “Holy crap, Reese, you are tight. Haven’t you even had a finger up there before?” He looked up and saw Reese shaking his head no. “You and I are about to bond big time, brother.” He replaced his finger with his tongue and got an immediate response from Reese.

  REESE HAD never felt anything like what Jeremy was doing to him. Wave after wave of pleasure went down his entire body, as Jeremy was licking away at his asshole. He thought he might cry it felt so good. He’d tried to grab his cock to jack off, but Jeremy pushed his hand away. When he felt like he couldn’t take much more, he felt Jeremy put his finger back in him, then move up so they could kiss. All he could do was moan in response… the guy was making love to him, and trying to help him solve his problems with Mr. Orion. He hugged Jeremy tightly.

  He felt Jeremy move back downward and insert another finger into his asshole, before pushing his legs into the air.

  “Do you trust me, Reese—completely?”

  “Yes,” Reese said.

  His legs were pushed back to his chest by Jeremy, so that his ass was almost straight up in the air. When he felt Jeremy’s mouth eating his ass again, his fingers dug into and gripped the bed mattress. The mouth on Reese’s ass was replaced by fingers, then the fingers by the mouth and tongue again. Then Jeremy grabbed hold of his legs again, this time putting them over his shoulders… and Reese knew what was coming.

  BART KNEW exactly what he was doing… he was cementing his bond with Reese. He moved his cock up and down against Reese’s ass, then teasingly rubbed the head of his cock around the outside of Reese’s asshole. The man was going crazy moaning.

  “Do it! I want you to, please, Jer—make me yours,” Reese said.

  “Take a deep breath, buddy,” Bart said.

  When Reese did so, Bart entered him as slowly as he possibly could, taking his time until his cock was fully inside. Then he moved in and out just as slowly, while he reached up and held Reese’s hand. Bart picked up his pace, and licked the soles of Reese’s feet as he did so; by this time, Reese had started jacking off and Bart tried to match his pace.

  Reese and Bart began moaning in unison.

  “This feels so good, Jer, I’m gonna cum soon. Are you close, Jer?”

  “I’m close.”

  “I love you, Jer! I want your cum inside me—uuugh! I’m cumming, Jer, I’m cumming.”

  “I can see that,” Bart said. “I’m about to too!”

  “Cum inside me… I wanna feel it, Jer, please.”

  “No, that’s how you get yourself into trouble, Reese,” Bart pulled out in time to cum all over Reese’s stomach.

  After resting silently a few minutes, Bart led them both to the shower, where between kisses and more sex play, they helped each other clean up.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Reese said, when he and Bart were resting in each other’s arms in bed.

  “Why… are you in more trouble?” Bart said.

  Chapter 23

  New Bonds

  “NO, I’M NOT in any more trouble,” Reese said. “It’s just that when I said I loved you—you didn’t reply, and you also didn’t shoot your load inside me like I asked.”

  Bart kissed Reese on the lips and smiled before he responded. “Do you really and truly love me, Reese—to the point that you’re ready to move in together and give up girls?”

  “No… I don’t know… maybe. You’re a cool guy, Jer, and the sex is beyond great. Aww shoot… I’m sounding like a girl after her first time, huh?”

  “Pretty much,” Bart said, then he hugged him. “It’s OK… and I do love you too—in a ‘buds’ kind of way. We’re two good buddies having lots of fun, and looking out for one another. We can even say we love one another without thinking we have to go off and plan some big wedding.”

  “You and I are close to the same age; I’m twenty-three and you told everyone when you were here before that you’d just turned twenty-five, but you’ve got it so much more together than I do,” Reese said.

  “That’s no biggie,” Bart said. “I remember you arriving at my welcome back party with Julia Jansen—are you two an item?”

  Reese laughed. “No, she and Simon have an on-again-off-again thing. Right now they’re on-again, but Julia stays way too busy with her spa and hair salons—besides the one she owns here at the resort, she also has one in town and a newer location in Jacksonville.”

  “Good for her,” Bart said. “You like her and Simon, then?”

  “Yes and no,” Reese said. “They’re ambitious, and ambitious people make me nervous. And Simon loves money… that also makes me nervous.”

  “I can understand that,” Bart said. “What about me? Do I make you nervous, babe?”

  “No, you make me feel safe, happy, and… horny.” Reese laughed.

  “Does that mean you’re up for another round?”

  “Jer, I trust you completely. Is that crazy or wrong?”

  “No, it’s not,” Bart said. “It’s not wrong, because I have your back completely.”

  “Good, because I think maybe you’re the only one here that does have my back,” Reese said. “So many folks around here seem to have their own agendas.”

  “That’s because they do, Reese—and don’t you forget that. Will you do me a favor tonight at the club?”

  “Sure, what?” Reese said.

  “The doc
tors have me taking some medicine that I can’t mix with alcohol or any other types of drugs—will you make sure nobody tries to slip me anything.”

  “You mean like what happened the last time,” Reese said. “I know you would never take drugs, and neither would your friend Delia. You two aren’t the types to do drugs. Someone had to have slipped something in your drinks that night.”

  “Do you know who might’ve done that?”

  “You were asking a lot of questions about stuff back then, and I tried to warn you someone might try to do something to you. I really didn’t want anything bad happening to you or Delia.”

  “I believe you,” Bart said, then kissed Reese.

  “Obviously, what happened to you was because you were trying to talk Rachel into going into rehab and walking away from the biz,” Reese said, “but even Simon and Julia thought Rachel was going overboard, and might actually need rehab.”

  “But they weren’t drugged like Delia and I were,” Bart said.

  “No, I think the people above Rachel acted on their own, and used you and Delia as an example, knowing that Simon and Julia would get back in line.”

  “And no one has a clue who the people above Rachel are… or how to find them?”

  “I don’t know if nobody knows, just that I don’t,” Reese said. “Don’t worry, Jer, I’ll stay close by your side and keep an eye on you.”

  “I really like the idea of having you close by my side. And, for the record, I trust you too, Reese.”

  “Thanks, I know we’re not supposed to talk about when you were here before, but you and I were friends then too. You used to look out for me and we were friends. That was in the past, but I did try to prove to you how much I trusted you by telling you to cum inside me. Nobody’s ever done that.”

  “That’s not a surprise, seeing as how you had a virgin ass,” Bart said. “Still, don’t be so trusting when it comes to your health. I’m clean and free of any disease, but you didn’t know that when you asked me to cum in your ass.”