This is the second in Neil Plakcy’s "Love on" series, which began with
last year's "Love on Site." Manny's roommate and fellow FU grad,
Gavin Kaczmarek is a golden boy, desired by all. But though he's handsome and
talented, Gavin is drifting -- working as a barista at a funky, Fair Trade
coffee shop on South Beach and modeling for print ads. But when he sings for
music producer Miles Goodwin while serving his coffee, a whole new world of
opportunity opens for him.
The obvious attraction between Gavin and Miles takes them to bed, and then on an adventure that leads to performance and YouTube fame--but when insecurity arises on both their parts, can their budding romance survive the summer heat and blossom, or die with the falling autumn leaves? If you liked Love on Site, I hope you'll enjoy Gavin's story -- and there are more stories of these college frat brothers to come.
The obvious attraction between Gavin and Miles takes them to bed, and then on an adventure that leads to performance and YouTube fame--but when insecurity arises on both their parts, can their budding romance survive the summer heat and blossom, or die with the falling autumn leaves? If you liked Love on Site, I hope you'll enjoy Gavin's story -- and there are more stories of these college frat brothers to come.
Love on Stage
- ASIN: B00NMWBN68
Excerpt:
Gavin was
relaxing at Java Joe’s, sipping a low-fat fruit smoothie, when he noticed a guy
across from him checking him out. The dude was older, at least forty, and wore
the kind of suit you couldn’t buy off the shelf. The coal-black jacket was
tailored snugly over his shoulders, and the slacks fell perfectly over his
black tasseled loafers.
He was on the phone, but his
eyes met Gavin’s. In a flash, the guy ended his call and looked at Gavin, with
one of those gazes that said to Gavin that he was being stripped naked. Then
the man smiled.
“I’m Ben,” he said.
“Gavin.”
“You look very familiar to me,”
Ben said. “Have I seen you before?”
Gavin shrugged. “I work the
morning shift here.”
Ben shook his head. “No, that’s
not it.” He reached for the glossy magazine by his side and flipped through it.
“There,” he said, pointing at Gavin’s photo in a group bathing suit shot. Gavin
was wearing boxer-brief trunks, and his skin glistened with what was supposed
to be either perspiration or seawater from the Atlantic Ocean in the
background.
His blond hair was longer then,
and the hair stylist had sprayed in some glistening highlights. It was a great
shot, and in fact the first one in Gavin’s portfolio.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Gavin said.
Ben looked at his watch. “I was
just about to get something to eat,” he said. “Honestly, I’ve been delaying
because I hate eating alone when I’m on the road. Can I buy you dinner?”
Gavin’s roommates complained
that this kind of thing happened to him all the time – getting picked up by
handsome, sexy guys. The truth was it didn’t happen that often, and he was
delighted whenever it did. “Sure,” Gavin said. “Where would you like to go?”
“What do you recommend?”
That was a touchy question. The
guy dressed well, and he’d already mentioned he was traveling on business,
which meant expense account. Most of the places Gavin knew wouldn’t be
appropriate.
Ben saved the day, though, by
mentioning the name of his boutique hotel. “The restaurant there looks pretty
good.”
That was an understatement,
Gavin thought. He was no gourmet, but he knew that the restaurants in those
fancy hotels were beaucoup expensive and therefore had to be beaucoup good at
the same time. And there was an unspoken message in Ben’s suggestion: come eat
at my hotel, and then we’re just an elevator ride away from continuing the
evening together.
He didn’t mind that at all. The
guy was rich and handsome, and maybe Gavin could short-circuit the track that
was intended to lead him to Mr. Right.
Not that he was jumping ahead of
the game or anything.
It was only a few blocks to the
hotel, and Ben spent most of the walk on the phone, confirming a business
meeting the next day. That was fine with Gavin; he could flirt like mad but
wasn’t much for small talk once the deal was sealed. Ben finished his call as
they approached the Collins Avenue entrance to the hotel, and even ushered
Gavin in ahead of him as the valet opened the door.
Ben led Gavin across the lobby,
to the restaurant entrance. He spoke to the maitre d’, who took them to a table
with a view of the beach and the ocean beyond. “Kind of like where you were
shooting,” Ben said.
“Just down the beach,” Gavin
said. He smiled.
The place wasn’t as pricy as
Gavin expected, and he was considering what he wanted when Ben said, “I know
you guys are always watching your weight. They have some nice salads.”
“I’m more of a carnivore,” Gavin
said, arching an eyebrow. “And I’m lucky to have a fast metabolism.”
Ben smiled. “Then order whatever
you’d like.”
Since he didn’t have any gigs
set up for the next few days, Gavin decided to splurge on the surf and turf – a
petit filet mignon which came with “grilled Ivory Coast prawn, whipped
potatoes, rapini,” and a béarnaise sauce. He had no idea why a prawn shipped in
from Africa would be better than a lobster from Maine, and he had only the
vaguest idea what rapini was, but it wasn’t the most expensive item on the
menu. He announced his choice to Ben. “I’ve got a hankering for meat.” He’d
have preferred the twenty-two ounce T-bone but that was a few bucks more, and
he didn’t want to seem like a pig.
Ben snickered at the double
entendre. “I guess I do, too. I’ll have the T-bone.”
Crap, Gavin thought. He could
have waited and then tagged onto Ben’s order. When the waiter came over to take
their drink orders, Ben ordered a Manhattan and Gavin a Cosmo. The alcohol
relaxed him, and they chatted through the meal about Ben’s job – he was in something
called “advertising specialties,” which he assumed Gavin knew all about so he
never got specific.
Gavin told some funny stories
about modeling jobs. The food was great, and Ben had a salesman’s charm.
The waiter cleared their plates,
then asked, “Can I tempt you with our chocolate tart?”
Ben said, “We’re good,” then
signed the check to his room with a flourish, adding a hefty tip.
“It’s such a beautiful evening,”
Ben said, as he stood up. “Would you like to take a walk along the beach?”
“I’ll bet the view from your
room is just as good,” Gavin said.
Ben smiled wolfishly. “I like
the way you think.”
They rode the elevator up to
Ben’s room, and he swiped the card in the door then ushered Gavin in ahead of
him. The view was disappointing, miles of dark ocean with the lights of a
single freighter off the coast.
“Beautiful, isn’t it,” Ben said,
coming up beside him. He put his arm around Gavin’s waist. For the first time
Gavin realized the guy was a couple inches shorter than he was.
“It sure is.” Gavin turned
toward Ben and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss he received in return was more
like a peck, and then Ben backed away.
“Let me get out of my suit.” He
stepped back into the hotel room and Gavin watched as he opened the closet
door. He took his time, hanging up his suit jacket, removing his dress loafers
and lining them up on the closet floor, then unbuttoning his white shirt.
Well, Gavin thought, if my
clothes were worth that much money, I’d take good care of them too. He pulled
his polo shirt off and toed off his deck shoes. When he turned to go back into
the bedroom he saw Ben had put on black leather boxer briefs, and he was
fastening a studded leather bandolier over his chest.
Kinky, Gavin thought. And
interesting.
He walked back into the room,
and Ben looked up at him. “You’re still wearing your pants.”
“Not for long,” Gavin said. He
unbuttoned them and they slid down over his waist.
“Shorts, too,” Ben said.
Gavin’s dick was already hard
and it bounced against his stomach when he jerked down his briefs. As he looked
up, he saw Ben take a pair of leather-lined handcuffs from his backpack. Gavin
was surprised he’d been able to get them past the TSA check. Weren’t handcuffs
on the prohibited list?
Before Gavin realized it, Ben
had locked a cuff on one of Gavin’s wrists, and expertly pulled that arm behind
his back. “Hey, hold on,” Gavin said, but Ben already had Gavin’s other wrist
in the second cuff.
Ben removed a leather paddle
from a backpack and slapped it against his palm. “Bend over.”
Gavin did as he was told,
leaning down to grasp the edge of the bed. “Nothing that shows,” he said.
“I
have another shoot in a few days.”
“Like that matters to me,” Ben
said, and he smacked Gavin’s butt. It sent electric currents through his dick
and the rest of his body. It was kinky, but he thought he could get into it.
“I’m new at this,” Gavin said.
“So go easy, all right?”
He felt the edge of the paddle
caressing his butt crack, and relaxed. Funny, how the innocent-looking guys
turned out to be the weirdest in bed. Ben slipped a leather glove on his right
hand, and began fingering Gavin’s hole. He alternated with light slaps of the
paddle, and Gavin’s dick began to leak precum. This was getting good.
Ben’s
leather-clad finger pushed past Gavin’s anal ring, and he winced. “Take it
easy,” he said.
“That’s not Grand Central Station back there.”
“You know,
you’re much better looking with your mouth shut,” Ben said. “But if you won’t
shut it yourself, I can take care of that.”
He reached
back into his bag of tricks and brought out a ball gag. Gavin had never seen
one of those in person, but he’d seen enough videos online to know what
happened next. The ball would go in his mouth, with the rubber strap around the
back of his head.
“Hey, I’ll
shut up,” Gavin said. “You don’t have to use that, honest.”
Ben was
surprisingly strong for a little guy. He pried open Gavin’s mouth and stuffed
the rubber ball inside, then pulled the strap over his head.
Gavin’s dick
had begun to soften. This wasn’t his scene. What had happened to the eager guy
who’d wanted to make it with a model? Who’d paid for a great dinner and wanted
to take a walk on the beach?
Ben began
smacking Gavin’s ass hard. It hurt but he couldn’t cry out, because the ball
filled his mouth. Tiny tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.
“Not such a
big stud now, are you?” Ben asked. “You model types are all alike. You lord
your good looks over normal guys. But when it comes to pain, you’re just a
wimp.”
Gavin tried to
shake his head, but Ben slapped his cheek. Anything Gavin said turned into a
garbled mumble, but Ben wasn’t paying attention. He dug through his pack and
found a big black dildo, larger than anything Gavin had ever had up his ass.
That was it.
He had had enough. He turned around and caught Ben off guard, then kneed him in
the balls. “You fucker!” Ben yelped. “You’re really going to get it now.” He
clutched his balls and writhed on the bed.
Gavin grabbed
the key to the handcuffs from the bureau in one hand, then stepped into his
deck shoes. While Ben was still immobilized, Gavin squatted down and grabbed
his shirt, slacks and briefs.
“Don’t go out
in the hall like that!” Ben screeched.
Gavin didn’t
bother to answer. He used his elbow to knock the door open, and then stalked
out into the carpeted hallway, stark naked. He used his elbow again to push the
elevator button.
When the door
opened, the car was empty. Not my day, Gavin thought. He managed to push the
button for the ground floor, though it took some contortions. He rode down
alone, and when the door opened to the marble he stalked over to the concierge
desk. He dropped his clothes to the floor and then placed the key on the desk.
He turned around, presenting his hands to the young woman on duty.
She didn’t say
a word, just unlocked the cuffs for him. He immediately removed the ball gag
from his mouth and laid it and the cuffs on the concierge desk. “These belong
to the asshole in twelve-ten,” he said politely. He pulled on his briefs and
his slacks, then tossed his shirt over his shoulders. “Thank you for your
help.”
He walked out
of the hotel bare-chested, daring anyone to stare at him. He was a fucking
model, and they’d just gotten a free show.
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