CHAPTER THREE

HOLLOW LOVE

A callous father’s hand

on a sandy head

moved down the

 neck to rest

 on a little

 ass.

Come on and get in bed

son and scratch my

itching back with

your tiny hands

reach lower

lower.

An older man steps into a cubicle,

  closes the door and sticks his

   cock through a hole

 for the young

 lips to

 suck.

Tommy Frank Jones

The soft first light of morning, turned greenish as it filtered through the leaves of the mango tree, awaken Tommy Frank. It gave even the ornate red velvet wallpaper a greenish tint. Tommy Frank took a deep breath, it was as though he had been reborn. He kissed Walt’s back and then cuddle as close as possible. He had never felt such strong emotions for someone before. The feeling was to powerful to be named love, to do so would make it ordinary like calling the beautiful greenish light flooding the room morning light didn’t do it justice. It was certainly love that filled Tommy Frank’s heart but it was love that had been tinted and thus made into something more.

Tommy Frank lay as still as possible with his lips pressed to Walt’s back. He couldn’t go back to sleep but he didn’t want to disturb the man next to him. He was afraid that if Walt woke up he would look upon him differently this morning. Like in the movies when a man wakes up with a strange girl and suddenly no longer finds her as desirable as he had during the night before. Surely that would be Walt’s reaction to him. Why should such a man care for someone like me? Tommy Frank thought. When he can have anyone he wants in Key West. Because with his money, I am sure that guys are after him all the time. Tommy Frank kissed Walt’s broad back again.

“Are you awake?” Walt’s soft voice asked.

“Not if it means we have to get up,” Tommy Frank answered suddenly feeling at ease with Walt. It seemed that he had known him all his life instead of only a few hours.

“Well, I do have to get up. I have a thousand things to do this morning, but you can stay in bed if you wish,” Walt said as he turned around to face Tommy Frank.

They kissed. Tommy Frank reached down and closed his hand around Walt’s circumcised cock and was amused to find it rock hard. The older man did the same thing to his cock. “You have got some cock on you. My ass is twitching for it already. I could get addicted to getting this on a regular basics,” Walt said.

“That’s just what I hope will happen,” Tommy Frank said as he slipped down to the foot of the bed and took Walt’s cock in his mouth.

“Oh, yes, suck it. Make me cum or I’ll want you to fuck me and I’ll be so sore I can’t walk all day,” Walt said and then laughed. “Take it all down that young throat of yours, yes, yes, that the way,” he cooed as Tommy Frank deep throated his stiff cock. “Let do some sixty-nine so I can get my fix of fat cock for the day,” Walt added.

Again, Tommy Frank marveled at the ease with which Walt swallowed his cock. He had seen too many men choke on it to know that it was an easy feat. Yet, Walt certainly made it look simple. He swallowed Tommy Frank’s entire thick shaft in one quick gulp. Tommy Frank moaned. He would have called out his pleasure but his own mouth was too stuff with cock to speak.

Tommy Frank began to run his tongue up and down the shaft of Walt’s cock. He knew the older man like what he was doing to him by the way he moaned even louder. Tommy Frank worked his tongue back and forth over Walt’s shaft all the while picking up the past. He wanted to taste Walt’s cum, to swallow the older man cum and thus making him a part of his own body. He wanted desperately to be one with Walt.

Suddenly Walt’s body tensed up. Tommy Frank tasted cum moments later. The sweet/salty taste of Walt’s load triggered his own orgasm. The shoot off in Walt’s mouth and felt the older man swallowing his big load of cum.

“Now, only do you have a big cock but you also shoot a giant load of juice,” Walt said as they separated.

“Walt, I like you. I like you very much,” Tommy Frank said and the kissed the older man passionately and tasted his own cum in the older man’s mouth.

“I do have to get up,” Walt said. He pulled away from Tommy Frank and sat up on the bed. “I usually go down to El Sibona for breakfast. Would you like to come along or do you want me to make something for us here?”

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me,” Tommy Frank said as he rolled out of bed and reached for his jeans.

“Then let’s go over to El Sibona. I have enough to do without bothering with breakfast,” Walt said as he stood up. “Let me give that huge cock of yours one more kiss,” Walt added as he leaned over and kissed Tommy Frank’s limp but still swollen cock on the head.

Then as Walt got out of bed, Tommy Frank got a nice view of the older man naked body. He like what he saw, the chest full of gray hair, the big smooth balls and especially the pale skinned cock. Then Walt suddenly noticed that Tommy Frank was watching him and he hurried to hid his nakedness as though he was shy about nudity. Tommy Frank laughed at the act.

The smells that assaulted his noise when they entered the Cuban restaurant reminded Tommy Frank that he hadn’t eaten much over the past several days. His mouth began to water so much that he had to swallow constantly to keep from drooling on the table.

“Are you hungry this morning, Tommy Frank?”

“A little.”

“Well they have great eggs and Cuban bread and the prices are the most reasonable on the Rock,” Walt was saying as a fat Cuban waitress carrying two cups of coffee arrived.

“Morning,” She said cheerfully.

“I’ll have my usual,” Walt said not bothering to reach for the menu she had placed in front of him.

“I’ll take the same too,” Tommy Frank said and instantly worried that it was a dumb thing to do. He glanced at Walt, but the older man didn’t let on like he thought anything about it.

“You might want to go down to the junior college today and see if you can register for a creative writing course. I recall last night that you said something about wanting to be a writer. If that is the case then you should take some courses. They might help you get started on the road to becoming a writer,” Walt said as he locked eyes with Tommy Frank. “If you will bring home a catalogue of their courses for this semester, I’ll be glad to go through it with you. I know quite a few of the instructors out there and I might be able to steer you to someone that is more inclined to inspire you to write.”

Tommy Frank was speechless. He is offering to send me to college and I only just met him last night! He loves me too! “Ah . . . ah sure, that sounds like a fantastic idea. Thanks, Walt . . . ”

The waitress arrived with two plates piled high with grits, eggs, beacon and another plate with Cuban toast.

Walt smiled at Tommy Frank’s big eyed reaction to the food but didn’t say anything as he watched the handsome young man wolf down his breakfast.

“Hi, Walt, how are you! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Called out a fat man as he sat at the next table.

“Hello, Clint. Yes, I don’t seem to get out as much as I used to. Sorry that I was unable to attend your party last month,” Walt answered between bits of eggs.

“Well, it turned out to be a bore anyway. And how is Joe?” Clint asked.

“We saw him at Louie’s Backyard last night and he seemed to be doing fine,” Walt said as he took a bit of Cuban bread.

“Oh!” Clint said and raised his eyebrows.

“Clint, I would like to introduce a friend of mine, Tommy Frank,” Walt said.

“Hi, Tommy Frank,” Clint said and then glanced at Walt, “ is he hung like the others?” Clint asked with a mischievous smile.

Walt cleared his throat but didn’t respond.

Tommy Frank forced a smile. He took an instant dislike to the fat old man draped with gold chains around his neck. “Nice to meet you, Clint” he managed to say in a pleasant voice.

“Are you visiting Key West are do you live here?” Clint probed.

“I just moved here,” Tommy Frank answered.

“I hope you are enjoying our island city. Guesthouses are so expensive, I hope you found one quite reasonable,” Clint said

“I love Key West,” Tommy Frank said looking directly at Walt as he spoke. He didn’t bother answering the other half of the question.

“If you ever get tired of old Walt come over and visit me. My door is always open for his big dicked left overs.” Clint added then when neither bother to respond he added, “Well, I guess I should let the two of you enjoy your breakfast in peace.”

“Good seeing you again, Clint,” Walt said in dismissal. There was no mistaking the annoyance in his voice. “He is something of a busy body, but actually a nice guy. But mostly I tolerate him because he writes a column on dinning out for the Key West Citizen. When you are in the restaurant business, you have to be careful whose toe you’re stepping on.”

Tommy Frank just nodded his head. He had doubts about the nice guy statement, but didn’t want to express any opinion until he knew more about the man and more about Walt.

“Where is the Junior college?” Tommy Frank asked as they finished their breakfast.

“On Stock Island. You can use my car to drive over there,” Walt said.

“Thanks!” Tommy Frank replied surprised that Walt would trust him so soon with his car. The offer told Tommy Frank a lot about how Walt felt about him. Looking across the table at Walt, he wished they were back naked in bed.

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Walt’s car turned out to be nifty if some what old Mercury Cougar. Tommy Frank like it because it had a V-8 engine and was a special edition issue painted burgundy and with striking gold wheels. Tommy Frank felt like someone as he drove the car through the narrow confusing streets in search of Truman Ave. Once he found Truman Ave he didn’t have any problem finding the junior college.

I really can’t believe all this is happening, Tommy Frank thought as he browsed through the literature in the administration office. He had been homeless yesterday and today he not only had a place to live by was probably going back to school. Walt hadn’t said anything about him moving in with him, but Tommy Frank just took it as a fact.

After talking with a councilor, Tommy Frank gathered up all the literature showered upon him by the eager administrator and went on a walking tour of the campus. As he was in the hallway of one of the main buildings, students began to pour out of the classrooms and into the hall. Tommy Frank paused until the stream of young men and women thinned out, before going on. He just happened to glance inside one of the classroom doors. Through the small window he spotted a handsome older man gathering up papers from the podium. The man, his full head of hair solid white, waved to Tommy Frank as he walked toward the door.

“Thinking maybe of taking one of my English courses?” The handsome husky man asked as he opened the door.

“You are an English teacher!” Tommy Frank exclaimed. “As a matter of fact I was thinking about taking some courses. I want to be a writer!” Tommy Frank declared proudly.

“My name is Mr. Fish and I just happen to be teaching a creative writing course this up coming semester. That is I’ll be teaching it if enough students sign up. Hope you will consider it.”

Tommy Frank like what he saw. The man was very masculine with hair everywhere. He could easily imagine his chest cover with thick course hair like he had on his arms and even the back of his hands. “Mr. Fish, you can certainly count of me signing up for your course,” Tommy Frank said as he looked directly into the man’s green cat eyes.

“I do hope you will sign up. Give me your name so I can look for it on the list,” Mr. Fish said as he returned Tommy Frank’s intense stare without blinking.

“Tommy Frank Jones, my friends call my Tommy Frank.”

“Well, Tommy Frank, I have to hurry off and meet my wife for lunch at the South Street Raw Bar. I do hope that we will meet again,” Mr. Fish said as he held his hand out.

Tommy Frank shook hands with the instructor and enjoyed the strong grip. He thought that Mr. Fish held his hand a little longer than was necessary, but he wasn’t sure as the handshake ended.

“See you,” Mr. Fish said.

“Yes, Sir,” Tommy Frank answered and smiled. He couldn’t get Mr. Fish out of his mind as he drove through the chaotic rental car and moped traffic that made driving in Key West such an adventure. He turned off Truman onto the wrong street and then had a heck of a time getting back to Truman. Tommy Frank was a nervous wreck when he finally found Olivia Street. He let out a sigh of relief when he parked the car in the tiny drive way.

“Oh, your back, Tommy Frank,” Walt greeted him cheerfully from a small desk in the living room. “Did you have any problems finding the college?”

“I turned wrong a couple of times but finally got there,” Tommy Frank answered as he placed the literature from the junior college on Walt’s table. “I ran into an English instructor named Mr. Fish.

“Yes, I have seen him and his wife around at parties and occasionally they eat at the restaurant. From what I understand he is a very good teacher,” Walt said as he scanned through columns of figures in a black ledger book.

“He said that he was teaching a creative writing class next semester. He told me I should sign up for it if I was interesting in writing,” Tommy Frank said and held his breath for Walt’s response.

“We’ll have to see that you do if that’s what you want,” Walt responded without looking up from his work. “Oh, I pulled out some of Joe’s clothes he left here. He bought them when he was more your size. He told me I should give them to the Salvation Arm, but you might find some that you can use. I laid them out on the bed,” Walt added.

“Thanks,” Tommy Frank said as he headed for the bedroom. “My word!” He exclaimed when he spotted the huge stack of shirts, slacks, jeans and even shorts on the bed. Then as he began to try things on he called, “some of the shirts and slacks look as though they have never been worn.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that at all. Joe loves to shop. He seemed to go to every sale in town. I have long suspected that he didn’t wear some of the stuff he bought home,” Walt answered from the living room.

“How does this look?” Tommy Frank asked as he emerged from the bedroom wearing beige jeans and a pink polo shirt. “Is this all right to go to work in tonight?”

“Sure, it looks very nice on you. Pink is a good color for you green eyes,” Walt said looking up from the ledger. “Go through them all and what you want you can hang up in the far side of the walk-in-closet. I cleaned out some of my old stuff to make room,” Walt added.

Great! He wants me to live with him. But why doesn’t he just come out as ask me if I want to move in? Tommy Frank thought. Then he remembered the keys to his room and to the locker at the youth hostel. “When I finish here, do you mind if I return my keys to the young hostel,” Tommy Frank asked. He tensed up for the answer as it was almost like asking if Walt minded him moving in permanently.

“I don’t mind. You should return the keys. They probably have a problem with people not returning their keys and have to make new ones,” Walt said.

Tommy Frank rushed in and leaned over Walt and kissed him on his bald head. “Thanks, Walt,” he said.

“Just let me feel that big cock before you leave,” Walt said as he pushed way from the desk. “I still can’t believe your cock. I have never seen many as beautiful. It is not only a giant cock but also perfectly shaped,” Walt added.

Tommy Frank unzipped his fly and pulled his limp cock out.

“It is beautifully soft. Do you mind if I suck on it a little?” Walt asked suddenly using his whispering voice again.

“No, I don’t mind. Suck it, Walt. Take it all,” Tommy Frank encouraged as he felt his cock swelling rapidly as the older man closed his lips round it and began to suck on it. “Oh, that feels so good it makes me high,” Tommy Frank added as he threw his head back and thrust his hip forward sending his almost stiff cock deep into Walt’s cock.

“I love sucking your cock!” Walt paused a moment to look up into Tommy Frank’s face and say. “I love your cock.” He whispered as he began to suck it again.

Tommy Frank grabbed hold of Walt head and held it firm as he began to fuck the older man’s mouth as though it was a pussy. I didn’t pull any punches. He rammed his cock repeatedly down Walt’s hot throat as far as his long thick cock would reach. Walt took his thrust and pressed his lips forward as though wanting more cock.

“Here it comes!” Tommy Frank yelled as he thrust his cock as far down Walt’s throat as it would reach and held it there while his load of cum streamed forcefully out of his cockhead.

“Well, I guess I will not need any lunch,” Walt said as he pulled his mouth away from Tommy Frank’s cock.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Heavens no! I am not as young as you are. I’ll be lucky to get if off again later tonight, but I just couldn’t go through the rest of the day without seeing the most beautiful cock in Key West just one more time. Now you run along and return your keys.” Walt said patting Tommy Frank on the ass. “See you later,” he added as a dismissal.

“Yea, see you in a while,” Tommy Frank said, resisting the urge to kiss Walt. He could sense that the older man didn’t want father show of affection.

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Later, as Tommy Frank walked down Olivia Street toward Simonton, he felt so good in his new clothes that he skipped a few steps like a little boy. For the first time since he arrived in Key West he didn’t feel ashamed of his clothes. He couldn’t stop smiling. Every time he thought of Walt his heart seemed to swell twice its normal size. He had never known that one could feel so intense love in such a short time. Not in his wildest dream had he thought that things would turn out so wonderfully.

As he approached the corner of South Street where the Atlantic Shores was, Tommy Frank remembered Curt and John. He had really enjoyed sucking on Curt’s long cock, maybe he would see him again. Yet, as he crossed the street and walked on he had a feeling that he might not run into them again.

 The youth hostel was humming with activity. Tommy Frank had to stand in line to give his key back. The man wasn’t pleased that it was past time to check out, but Tommy Frank just dropped it on the counter and walked away when it appeared that the man was fixing to give him a hard time.

Tommy Frank checked his watch, he had plenty of time. Walt hadn’t said anything about hurrying back. He remembered a newsstand on Duval and decided to stop there briefly. There wasn’t anyone in the store when he entered except the young red headed clerk tending the cash register and he didn’t even look up when Tommy Frank walked past him.

After browsing around the paperbacks, checking out the science fiction section, Tommy Frank moved over the magazine corner. He was surprised at how many sex magazines they carried. At the newsstand in downtown in Dothan they only carried a few sex magazine and no gay one. Tommy Frank was drowsing through a copy of Firsthand when another customer entered. Tommy Frank was so engrossed in reading a story that he didn’t even glance up at the man as he approached. Only when he felt that he couldn’t read any longer without attracting the attention of the clerk did Tommy Frank put the magazine down. It was then that he discovered the man was older, around sixty-five. As he glanced over at him, the man nodded and smiled at Tommy Frank.

It was apparent to Tommy Frank that the man had false teeth, but oddly it didn’t turn him off. Even though the man’s really wasn’t very handsome, Tommy Frank found himself glancing down at the man’s crotch. The man followed Tommy Frank’s eyes and smiled as he reached down and grabbed hold of his crotch for a brief moment.

Tommy Frank picked up a magazine full of pictures of naked men and began to thumb through them and looked again over at the man who in turn smiled again. After looking through a few more gay magazines, Tommy Frank left. Again the young clerk didn’t even bother looking up as he walked past the cash register. Outside the door of the newsstand, Tommy Frank paused.

The man appeared a moment later and walked up to him.

“Hi!” The man spoke first.

“What kind of accent do I detect?” Tommy Frank asked. He couldn’t tell many accents but he knew when people weren’t from the south and the man definitely wasn’t a southerner.

“Canadian, I am from Montreal. Do you live here?” The man asked.

“Yea, I just moved down,” Tommy Frank answered.

“Do you have a big cock?” The man asked bluntly.

Tommy Frank’s face suddenly turned red.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” The Canadian said and smiled. “I like shy ones. And I gather from your reaction that you do have a big cock,” he added.

“I don’t think so, but some people do,” Tommy Frank said.

“I also like modest men. You are just what I am looking for. Do you want to come to my room at The Atlantic Shores?” The Canadian asked.

Tommy Frank hesitated.

“C’mon and fuck me with that big cock,” The Canadian urged Tommy Frank.

“OK,” Tommy Frank said as he looked around as thought frightened that someone would see him talking to the Canadian. He didn’t like walking down the street with the Canadian but felt that it was safe as The Atlantic Shores was only a block and a half away from their present location.

The moment the Canadian closed the door behind them, he kissed Tommy Frank. The kiss lacked feeling so Tommy Frank broke off and backed away from the man. “If you want me to fuck you then let’s do it. I don’t have a lot of time.”

“I like a man ready for action,” the Canadian said in a very feminine manner totally different from how he had acted in the shop and walking to the motel. “My asshole is douched as I was hoping that I would run into a nice big dicked boy like you,” he said as he quickly undid his belt and let his pants drop to his knees. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He reached down and fiddled around with his thin cock. “It will not get hard anymore. But I still got the best ass pussy you will ever get,” the Canadian said as he pulled off his shirt exposing his hairless chest. “Now show me what you got, Boy.”

Tommy Frank did a slow strip tease for the man. He had never before even thought of doing something like that. It just came to him out of the blue. All of the sudden he could hear music in his head and he moved in time with the imaginary beat. His movements felt right.

“Wow, I never saw someone move so naturally. You should be in some club dancing. I bet you could make a fortune in Ft. Lauderdale or New York City. I have seen some of the best and you have them beat. And with that body, men would pay a fortune to have sex with you,” Tommy Frank stripped off his shorts. “MY WORD! WHAT A COCK! What have I found? I don’t think I am ever going to let you go,” the Canadian said as he jerked out his false teeth and place them on the night table. Then he dropped down in front of the gyrating hips and took Tommy Frank’s huge cock in his mouth.

Tommy Frank keep moving to his imaginary music as he reached down and grabbed the Canadian’s head and held it as he forced his cock down the old man’s throat. He Canadian made protesting sounds deep inside his throat but didn’t try to escape. The deeper Tommy Frank rammed his massive cock into the toothless man’s mouth, the louder and more desperate the throat noises became. The sounds turned Tommy Frank on. He loved it. However as he crammed his cock down the man’s hot throat he realized that he didn’t have any feelings for the man except the lust of a hard cock. Even as he shoved the final inches of his thick long cock into the squirming man’s mouth, Tommy Frank realized that he would never want to have sex with the man again. He knew what he was feeling was the thrill of having sex for the first time with a complete stranger. He also recognized that it was this feeling that had driven him to visit the mall on Saturdays more than the need to seek out love. Tommy Frank held his cock deep inside the Canadian’s throat a long moment before he pulled it completely out.

“God! I never swallowed a cock that big before. For a while I didn’t think I could take but, you forced it down my throat. You are something else! Now fuck me with that big dick. Ram it up my tight hot asshole like you did down my throat,” the Canadian said as he produced a tub of KY and began applying it to his asshole. He tossed the KY onto the floor and jumped spread eagle onto the bed. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

Tommy Frank had never been turned on by a man’s ass before but the Canadian’s neat round ass attached to such a rotund belly had a wild affect on him. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed hold of the man’s shoulders as he pushed his enormously fat cock between the Canadian’s ass globs. Then without warning he thrust his fat cock into the man’s tight greased asshole.

“Oh, God! Your killing me!” The Canadian screamed as the huge cock plowed deep into his ass flesh. “Oh me, oh me, oh me,” the man wailed as Tommy Frank rammed his cock deeper into hot lubricated ass flesh. “Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” The Canadian chanted. The sounds of pain only egged Tommy Frank on to send his cock as deep as it could go in the soft hot ass flesh.

“That it! Old Man, you have got it all,” Tommy Frank confirmed.

“Oh, God, if feels wonderful. I have never had a cock feel so good. Fuck me! Fuck me with that big hard young cock. Fuck me silly!” The Canadian yelled. “I want it as hard as you can give it to me.”

Tommy Frank began doing just that. He fucked the man as hard as he used to fuck Toky Poke’s sow when he was younger. Tommy Frank had never gotten around to fucking women but he had racked up a lot of fucking time ramming it to Toky Poke’s brood sow. He fucked the old Canadian just like he used to fuck the sow, hard and fast, very fast.

“Yes, yes, do it! Do it! Give it to me, Baby. Give me that huge cock! Yes, yes, yes,” the Canadian moaned as Tommy Frank pumped his asshole full of cock, stroke after stroke.

“Here it comes!” Tommy Frank called out as he felt himself losing control. He didn’t want to come. The Canadian’s ass felt so good that he wanted to keep fucking him, but he didn’t have a choice. So for the second time in less than an hour, he shot off.

“Yes, I feel your cum! Oh, God, your cum is so hot. Yes, fill my ass with cum. Fill it up,” The Canadian said as Tommy Frank rammed his cock into the man pulsing asshole a few final times. “Don’t pull it out. No, keep it inside just a little longer,” the man begged.

“Sorry, I got to go,” Tommy Frank said as he pulled out and hurried into the bathroom and ran some water over his still stiff cock and then wiped it dry with a towel. When he returned from the bathroom, the Canadian was on the bed with a huge dildo in his hand. “What are you going to do with that?” Tommy Frank asked in shock at the size of the dildo. The thing was much too thick for him to reach around. He couldn’t believe that the man would be able to take such a huge thing up his asshole.

“Watch and I’ll show you,” the Canadian said as he leaned over the side of the bed and reached behind and guided the massive head of the dildo to his pulsing asshole.

Tommy Frank froze. It was so bizarre that he had to watch. It also excited him to see the man pushing the enormous head of the dildo into his small ass hole. He is going to kill himself, Tommy Frank thought as he watched the dildo slowly enter the man’s stretching ass hole. All Tommy Frank could do, was to shake his head in disbelief. He even reached down and began to jack himself as he watched the Canadian force ever more of the giant dildo into his ass hole until he had almost half of the two-foot dildo inside him. He had never seen anything so sexy.

Tommy Frank’s cock stiffened up as hard as it had before he had come only moments ago. Then as he jacked himself he walked up to the Canadian and took hold of the enormous dildo hand pushed on it as hard as he could. He drove the rest of the enormous dildo into the Canadian’s asshole causing the man to suddenly straighten up in shock.

“Yes stretch me open,” the man yelled. Then as the Canadian’s began to involuntarily hunch his dildo stuffed asshole, Tommy Frank got so excited that he shot off for the second time. His cum struck the Canadian’s back and legs. Tommy Frank let out a sigh.

Then as the Canadian grabbed hold of the end of the dildo and fucking himself, Tommy Frank finished dressing. When he left, the Canadian was actually fucking himself with his own clinched fist. It was a sight that Tommy Frank held in his mind as he hurried along Simonton.

Walt was changing clothes when Tommy Frank entered the house.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t get back before I left for work. I know it is only three-thirty, but I have a lot of work to do at the restaurant. Do you want to walk to work with me?” Walt said as he finished tying his tie.

“Sure, I would love to. Sorry, I am late. I got talking to his Spanish kid that I met when I checked in and lost track of time,” Tommy Frank lied.

“That happens but there was no reason for you to hurry back, I just thought that you might want to walk to work with me,” Walt said.

“Yes, I certainly do. By the way, what should I call you at work. Walt? Or Mr. Wadkins?

“I really hadn’t thought about it. I guess you should call me Mr. Wadkins like the others do,” Walt said.

“Is there any chance of getting a better job, like being a waiter?” Tommy Frank asked.

“No, you aren’t ready to be a waiter in a place like Artist Cafe. We have the best waiters in Key West! They are professionals. People have to train at bus boys until they are ready.” Walt said.

“Do you mean like Jesus Martinez?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Yes, but I don’t know if he will make the grade. He isn’t polished enough and I am beginning to have my doubts that he will ever be, but I am giving him all the chances that I can give him as he is an interesting guy.”

“How long has he been working for you, Walt?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Six months. He arrived on a bus from Miami with nothing and wanted to stay in Key West. I gave him a job like I did you and found him a place to stay. He even stayed here for a short time,” Walt said nonchalantly.

“Oh,” Tommy Frank said and suddenly felt a knot in his stomach.

“He lives with a blond guy that works as a bartender at the Copa. He likes them young and blond,” Walt said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“I see,” Tommy Frank said and reframed from asking any more questions about Jesus. I wonder if Walt was ever in love with him or just wanted to help? Any what that was before my time. I know that he isn’t just trying to help me out. He loves me. Tommy Frank thought. “Should I change or go to work as I am?” He asked Walt.

“What you are wearing is fine. Tonight could be even busier than last night,” Walt warned.

“I can handle it,” Tommy Frank answered. He couldn’t help thinking about the Canadian fucking himself with his own clinched fist. The thoughts of him ramming his own fist up his asshole made Tommy Frank hot to have sex with Walt. Instead of going to work he wished that they were going to bed and get naked like last night. He couldn’t wait to get Walt back into bed.

“Are you ready to go?” Walt asked.

“All set,” Tommy Frank answered.

The walk to the restaurant was a pleasure. It was breezy outside and sunny, but not so hot that it was stifling. Tommy Frank’s eyes darted from palm trees the exotic flowers, to the conch houses. He loved the island city. It was as though he was in a completely different world than when he lived in Dothan. Tommy Frank often glanced over at Walt as they walked along Simonton. He couldn’t look at Walt enough. He hated the thought that he would have to act like a regular employee when they were at the restaurant. He wished that he could slip over to Walt and tell him that he loved him or kiss him whenever the urge came, yet he knew that was not possible. He had already picked up on the fact that Walt wasn’t big on showing emotions. When they arrived at the side door of the restaurant Walt glanced over at Tommy Frank and winked. Then they went inside and separated.

Every chance he got, Tommy Frank would search Walt out and look at him. He got a glow from just looking at the older man and the more he watched him the more he respected Walt. The man was incredible with his employees. In the conversation he had over head, Walt had never said a cross word to anyone. Even when one of the cooks had dropped an expensive elaborate cake, Walt had remained calm and pleasant. Harmony reigned in the kitchen and among the wait staff while Walt was around.

“Tommy Frank,” Walt called his name while he was busy emptying one of the huge dishwashers.

“Yes, Mr. Wadkins?” Tommy Frank answered trying to keep a profession attitude toward his lover/boss while at the restaurant.

“Are you in a position that you can help Jesus clear some tables? He is getting behind to night and seems to need some help,” Walt said.

“Yes, Sir. I would be glad to, Mr. Wadkins,” Tommy Frank said to keep a strict business attitude as there were a couple of prep cooks near by. “Thanks, Walt,” he whispered as he started to rush off.

“No, wait a moment. You have to change into a white jacket. Here, wear this over your shirt,” Walt said and stood back and watch Tommy Frank put the white jacket on. “Now you are ready.” Walt declared.

“Thanks,” Tommy Frank said as he grabbed one of the trays that Jesus used to clear tables and rushed out.

“Over to the front table near the door and hurry, I got some big customers waiting,” Mat said. He was the waiter that had been so snotty to Tommy Frank when he had entered the restaurant through the wrong door on his first day at work.

“What do I do? Just clean it off?” Tommy Frank asked.

“Yes and then set it up for four. You do know how to set up a table don’t you?” The Mat asked. When Tommy Frank didn’t answer immediately, the waiter rolled his eyes. “Take flat wear for four and a clean table cloth from the china closet behind you near the door to the kitchen. Why Me!” Mat exclaimed looking upward as he hurried off.

Asshole! Tommy Frank thought as he maneuvered through the tables as carefully and as gracefully as possible. I don’t want to look like a country bumpkin. I got to show Walt that I can do something more than just washing dishes. Making his way to the table, he passed Jesus. The dark Cuban looked surprised and then frowned when he saw Tommy Frank.

“What are you doing, man? This is my job!” Jesus said as he glared at him with open hostility.

“Mr. Wadkins sent me in to help you,” Tommy Frank said and shrugged.

“First you take my best paying john away from me and now he gives you my job!” Jesus said in a fit of anger. “He’ll get tired of your big dick just like he did mine, man!” he added as Tommy Frank ignored him.

Arriving at the table Mat had wanted him to clean, Tommy Frank took one look at it and hoped that he was never guilty of leaving a table in such a messy condition. Quickly but as noiseless as possible he cleared the table of the dirty dishes. He moved his hands quickly as he had learned to do while picking tomatoes on the farm. He then removed the table cloth. Remembering a scene from a movie where a waiter was setting up a table in a fancy restaurant, Tommy Frank tried to duplicate the actions. It worked perfectly. He transferred the hurricane lantern and flower vase in just the manner as he remembered. It took only seconds to put the new table cloth on. Now the hard part, where to place the flatware? Again Tommy Frank relied on the scene from the movie. Luckily it had been a favorite movie of his and he had watched it many times. When he finished, Tommy Frank crossed his fingers that he had done it correctly.

When he passed Jesus on his way back to the kitchen, he found the handsome Cuban still working on the same table. There was something odd about Jesus’s movements as though he was in slow motion. He also had a strange vacant look on his face. He’s high, Tommy Frank thought as he entered the kitchen with his tray pilled high with dirty dishes. He didn’t have time to think about Jesus as he had to immediately get back to his job.

The night passed surprisingly fast as Tommy Frank moved back and forth between jobs. He thought it only nine when on of the head cook, he thought the man’s name was Nathan, announced in a booming voice, “the kitchen is closed for the night!”

Tommy Frank finished sorting out the dish washer load of dishes and took a break to go to the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, he discovered Jesus standing in front of the mirror staring into it intensely.

“Hi!” Tommy Frank said.

“Fuck you, Man!” Jesus replied. “You think just because your sleeping with the boss now instead of me that you can take my job right off the bat. Well, I got news for you,” He turned to face Tommy Frank. Rage distorted his face. “I’ll cut your ball out before I let a pretty boy like you push me aside. Doesn’t make you anything special just because yours is the big dick in his bed at the moment. I know why he doesn’t let me become a waiter. It because I refuse to keep fucking him!” Jesus added as he reached down and unzipped his pants. “And if you think you have got a big cock, look at what used to be fucking the boss,” Jesus said as he pulled his cock out.

In spite of himself, Tommy Frank glanced down at Jesus’s cock. It hung down almost to the dark kid’s knees. He had never seen a cock as long. Sure it wasn’t as thick as his but it was longer.

“But then I shouldn’t have to show it to you, being that you sucked it that night we were in the motel,” Jesus said with a sneer. Then he laughed at the look of shock on Tommy Frank’s face.

Tommy Frank didn’t know what to say. He knew that Jesus had to be lying he would never have had sex with him. “Jesus, I’m not trying to take your job. It was really busy tonight. Anyone could have gotten behind.” Tommy Frank responded as he moved past the Cuban and entered one of the two stalls. I don’t want any trouble with him, he is high and doesn’t even know what he is talking about, at least I hope he doesn’t.

“Yea, that’s right it was busy to night. Just don’t get any ideas about my job! You can have Walt, the size Queen, he’s too old for me anyway!” Jesus said as he left.

Walt is not a size queen. He loves me not my cock. Jesus is just high and trying to strike out at me, Tommy Frank told himself as he pissed.

Tommy Frank was drying his hands when he heard a loud crash. Figuring that someone had dropped a try of dishes he didn’t think anything about it except to feel sorry for whoever was responsible. The scene he stepped into as he emerged from the bath was surreal.

Jesus was turning over tables. He had gone completely berserk! Mat was laying on the floor bleeding from the nose. Two other waiters were backing up as Jesus descended upon them with a switchblade in his hand. Tommy Frank thought about going after Jesus, but hesitated. Then the door to the kitchen opened and Walt emerged.

“You bastard! You found another big cock and don’t need me anymore,” Jesus called out and started toward Walt.

Tommy Frank became a blur of motion. He sprinted across the room jumping fallen tables and dodging around others. Jesus didn’t even realize that Tommy Frank was behind him until the boy/man closed a powerful arm around Jesus’ waist and grabbed the wrist of the knife hand with his free hand. Although Tommy Frank didn’t have gym trained muscles, he was very strong. His strength came from a life spend working on the farm. Jesus struggled like a tiger but he couldn’t break Tommy Frank’s hold on him. Then as Tommy Frank tightened his grip on Jesus’s wrist the knife slipped out of the Cuban’s hand.

Tommy Frank let go of Jesus and spun him around. Then he slapped Jesus across the cheeks so hard that the sound of his open hand against the Cuban face could be heard throughout the restaurant. “Stop it! Jesus!” Tommy Frank shouted.

The Cuban suddenly went limp and started sobbing. “He left me! He left me!” He called out as he crumpled to the floor.

Tommy Frank looked over at the waiter with the bloody nose getting up from the floor. “Are you all right?” He asked.

“What’s going on in here?” Walt asked in his usual soft gentle voice.

“Dan left Jesus and I guess he went over the deep end,” Mat said, wiping the blood from his nose with his handkerchief as he came over and pulled Jesus to his feet. “I’ll take him home with me. Everything will be all right, Mr. Wadkins” The waiter said. Then he turned to Tommy Frank, “Thanks for stopping him,” He said while his eyes pleaded for Tommy Frank’s support.

“Sure, anytime.” Tommy Frank said. He knows that Jesus had words with me in the bathroom. He suspects that I know that Jesus is on drugs,” Tommy Frank thought as he started straightening the toppled over tables. Luckily for Walt, Jesus hadn’t gotten around to up setting most of them. It took almost an hour for Tommy Frank to clean up the mess and set all of the tables. When he entered the kitchen, the only person left was Nathan.

“Heard you played hero tonight, Tommy Frank,” the man said in a friendly manner.

“I don’t know about that. Just did what I thought was right,” Tommy Frank said with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

“I have been a little cool toward you as have most of the kitchen staff because we are all think the world of Mr. Wadkins. We worry about him. He is like a Saint in Key West. He is always helping everyone out. But some of the guys he helps out are nothing but rough trade like that Jesus. I don’t like him and just never saw what Mr. Wadkins saw in him. Glad he has got you now. Maybe he picked right for once!” Nathan said. “See you around, Kid!” He added and left before Tommy Frank could respond.

Well, I guess I can’t pretend that Jesus and Walt were having an affair. But it is over, he is mine now and I love him and I just know that he loves me. He wouldn’t be doing the things he is doing for me if he didn’t love me, Tommy Frank told himself while he finished cleaning his dish washing area. Then he knocked on Walt’s door.

“Come in!”

The sound of Walt voice made Tommy Frank almost high. He was smiling when he entered the door. “I’m all finished. How about you? Are you ready to go home?”

“Yes, just got to put a few things away. I hate what happened with Jesus. I had hoped that he would work out. My suspension is that he was in juvenile detention in Miami and had hoped that he would straighten out here. But I can’t have him being disruptive.” Walt said with a shake of his head.

“Why did Mat offer to take Jesus home, is he a close friend of Jesus?” Tommy Frank asked.

“They lived together for a while until Jesus met Dan. I think Mat would love for Jesus to move back in with him,” Walt said. “You want to go somewhere for a bite to eat or go home?”

“Let’s just go home?” Tommy Frank said as he thought of being in bed naked with Walt. He wanted to nestle up against the older man and hold him tight before they made love.

The walk home was magical for Tommy Frank. They could hear all of the noise from Duval Street but Simonton was empty and the fragrance of flowers was everywhere. He wished he could hold hands with Walt but knew intuitively that the older man would object. Walt came from a different age and to Tommy Frank didn’t appear overtly gay. That was one of the things that attracted him to Walt, that and his blue eyes, his smile, his voice . . . the list was endless.

After a brief snack of saltines and Muenster cheese, they went to bed. Tommy Frank did what he had wanted to do all day. He snuggled up close to Walt and rubbed his face against the coarse hair on Walt’s chest. Then they kissed and kissed and kissed.

When they finally ended their embrace, Tommy Frank moved down between Walt’s legs and took his cock in his mouth and began sucking on it.

“You have a talented tongue, Tommy Frank, I love your mouth almost as much as your fat cock,” Walt mumbled.

Tommy Frank began to tongue the tip of Walt’s cock head.

The older man moaned, “No don’t do that or you’ll make me come,” but didn’t make any attempt to stop Tommy Frank.

Tommy Frank loved sucking Walt’s cock. It was just the right size. It didn’t get rock hard, but then he didn’t enjoy sucking a super stiff cock. And he enjoyed playing with Walt huge balls as he sucked him. He pushed his chin against Walt’s fleshy balls and moaned in his throat at the sensation.

Suddenly Walt started hunching Tommy Frank’s mouth. He loves it, Tommy Frank thought as he sucked Walt ever faster. When Walt’s breathe started coming fast and heavy and the older man reached down his hands to press against his lower abdomen, Tommy Frank knew the moment was near. Almost immediately cum flooded into his mouth. Tommy Frank swallowed the older man’s sweet tasting cum hungrily. He drank every drop and then moved up until he was straddled of Walt’s chest. Then with Walt watching, Tommy Frank took hold of his huge cock and began to hand pump it.

Tommy Frank could tell as he jacked his long thick cock that Walt was enjoying watching him. The fact that Walt was watching him while he masturbated turned Tommy Frank on more than anything he could remember. It was as though a straight man was watching him jack off. The excitement was too much for Tommy Frank to endure for very long. He shot off! Spraying cum from the middle of Walt’s chest all the way up to his neck.

“Wow, you shot off a lot,” Walt said as he reached over to the night stand for the hand towel he had placed there.

“I enjoy jacking off on you.” Tommy Frank said as he leaned over and kissed the older man on the lips. “Oh, Walt, I love you so much. Do you love me?”

Walt finished wiping the cum from his neck and held up his left hand. He positioned the thumb and forefinger so close together that there was hardly any distance between them. “That much!” Walt said with a serious look on his face.

Tommy Frank laughed and kissed Walt.

Later as Walt slept, Tommy Frank slipped down under the covers and pushed his face against Walt’s ass globs. Then he gently touched his tongue to Walt’s asshole as he jacked his cock. He worked his tongue against Walt’s asshole until the older man began to react. Tommy Frank paused until Walt’s breathing became normal again before he stated tonguing his asshole again. He kept licking and pausing until he shot off in his own hand. Then not knowing what else to do he licked his own cum from his hand. Now fully sexually satisfied, he cuddled up against Walt’s back and kissed him back until he dropped off to sleep.