"Look, there it is again," Jerrod said, turning his tablet around so that Kyle could see the screen. "It's the same cruise. And, look, it says they are prepared to be very generous, based on performance. I wonder what generous means."
"I wonder what performance would mean," Kyle said, unwrapping the cashmere scarf from around his neck, rolling it up, and laying it on the bench seat next to him. He was only now beginning to thaw out from the early December cold and snow in downtown Denver.
They were sitting in the Edge bar of the Denver Four Seasons Hotel, waiting for their potential hookup. Jerrod, older and more experienced than Kyle, was borderline excited; Kyle was downright nervous. He hadn't done this before. There'd been a few before his professor at the University of Colorado in Boulder, where they'd driven here from in more than a foot of snow, but until now it had all been one on one. It had been Jerrod who had told Kyle that he'd like couples and that couples would love him.
"You know what it means. And, trust me, maintain your aura of innocence and your 'aw shucks' boyish looks and this could pay off big—maybe even enough to cover the cruise to Yucatan. You know I've got to get out of this snow at least this Christmas season or I'll scream. For the first time I have time off to allow me to escape."
"I can do Christmas here without any problem. Snow is part of Christmas," Kyle answered, but he didn't think Jerrod was even listening to him. There were times with Jerrod just steamed right through him. Kyle was a submissive. He knew it, and Jerrod knew it—and took advantage of it. And Jerrod was giving that tablet more attention now than he was giving Kyle.
"Snow sucks big," Jerrod said with a big sigh.
"Whatever," Kyle muttered. Then, looking at Jerrod fingering his tablet, he asked, "So, what are you doing now?"
"I'm responding," Jerrod said, working the keys on his tablet. "This is the third place I've seen this guy say he and his wife are taking a Royal Caribbean Christmas cruise from Miami, around the western Caribbean, and to the Yucatan Peninsula and wonders if any player male bisexuals will be on the
Empress of the Seas
cruise. There are. That's us."
"You can't set anything up, Jerrod. I haven't decided yet. You may be bi, but I don't know if I can be. You're moving too fast."
"It doesn't hurt to open a conversation. We don't have to give any particulars. It's a big ship. We probably won't even know who they are if we don't go any farther. But don't be nervous. You'll do just fine with couples. And this Chinese pair . . . ah, this must be them now."
Jerrod stood up from the banquette behind the cocktail table and Kyle looked up. His first impression was the difference in their heights and their stature. The Chinese woman was small, delicate, like a porcelain doll, with alabaster skin. She was gorgeous. She wasn't young, but she was holding her age well. She was wearing a cobalt blue Thai silk suit that fit her trim body with a shimmer that gave the impression it was flowing on the curves of her body. In contrast, the man was taller and bulkier than Kyle thought of Chinese men being. He looked austere. He was a good-looking man in a camel-tan sports coat that was cut to look casual but also to make clear it was very expensive, but he had piercing black eyes that constantly seemed to be assessing the value—to him—of whatever he looked at.
He was looking past Jerrod at Kyle and his mouth went into a tight little smile. His eyes remained cold and assessing, and Kyle had the sensation that he was being undressed with the eyes and assessed for his physical attributes—which exuded blond, sensual, fresh, underaverage stature, and yielding.
Jerrod introduced Kyle and himself to Tessa and Bernard Chin, a cocktail waitress appeared for drink orders before the Chins had a chance to sit down, and the couple sat—he stiffly and she like flowing water—in chairs on the other side of the cocktail table from the banquette.
As they sipped their cocktails, they engaged in small talk, each side of the table scrutinizing the other. The Chins claimed they were in Denver temporarily. She was a movie actress in Taiwan and he an international financier based in Hong Kong and Chicago. There were a couple of board meetings in Denver and that's what they were—bored. They belonged to an on-line club that Jerrod belonged to as well. They had time this weekend and interest—specific interest in Jerrod's listing on the Web site.
Jerrod Hastings, who had been a star player on the university's basketball team and who was of robust Nordic aspect and who had just stayed on at the university a decade after graduating, was an assistant coach and Communications Department assistant professor at the University of Colorado in Boulder. Kyle Tolver was one of his students, a part time clothing model and training to be a news reporter. Tessa and Bernard were going by those names, but Jerrod and Kyle weren't, of course. Jerrod was Sven and Kyle was Craig for the purpose of this meeting.
Yes, it was lucky the four of them were in Denver for the weekend. Jerrod didn't reveal that he and Kyle were only here because the sum of a $1,000 for a two-hour session had been mentioned in their Web site exchange.
Yes, Jerrod had participated in these arrangements before, but, no, Kyle hadn't. Jerrod poked Kyle's thigh under the cocktail table and Kyle turned his innocent boy look on the couple across the table. "Would that be a problem?" Jerrod asked, knowing that, as long as Kyle was willing, it would be a delight for the Chins.
"Not in the least," Bernard Chin answered turning eyes on Kyle that already had him naked and on a rack. Tessa's eyes were alive with excitement too, but she was more democratic, moving her gaze from Jerrod to Kyle and back to Jerrod. She reached across the table and let her fingers play in the hair on the back of the hand Jerrod had resting there.
As he answered, Chin, extended his hand on the surface of the table as well, but he didn't take anyone's hand. He was just placing a wad of folded bills on the table, wrapped around a hotel room access card.
"Room 1417," he said, as he stood up, drained his drink, and then turned his eyes on Tessa. She nodded at him and stood and the two slowly walked out of the bar and across the lobby to the bank elevators in the fifteen-story downtown all-glass skyscraper.
Kyle sucked in his breath when he walked into the dimly lit hotel room. It was, of course, sumptuously furnished, with a king-sized bed dominating the room. But what took one's attention from the doorway was the full wall of glass that looked out on the snow-covered Rocky Mountain range that seemed close enough to touch. Kyle immediately felt tingly; he loved the snow on the mountains. This was his favorite time of year in Colorado. It was something he and Jerrod didn't agree on.
The room had a fireplace, which was crackling happily and providing most of the light in the room. It also had a bar at one side. Bernard was leaning on the bar, naked except for an open silk robe. He had a Buddha belly but was otherwise muscular. He was in erection, but that didn't seem to bother him. He had a drink in his hand, was leaning on the bar, and his eyes were darting everywhere
Kyle followed the line of Bernard's sight to the bed, where Tessa perched, wearing only in a bustier, which started below her full breasts with rouged nipples and ended above the black, curly hair of her snatch. Her labia were plump, as if they'd been surgically enhanced, and had been rouged. She wore black net stockings and red high heels. Bernard next looked at Jerrod and he nodded. Jerrod began to strip. At last he looked at Kyle and growled, "Come here."
Bernard slowly undressed Kyle, taking time to explore and fondle until Kyle was panting and putty in the man's grasp. The man as correctly assessed Kyle as a total submissive, going docile at the first showing of domination, and Bernard was taking full advantage of that. After having stripped Kyle bare and buried his face in Kyle's crack as the young man bent over and grasped his ankles, Bernard rose up as he leaned against the bar, grasped Kyle's hips, slowly pulled Kyle's channel back onto his cock, and fucked Kyle from behind, as the young man remained bent over, holding his ankles. Kyle turned his face up to look beyond the room, to the snow-clad mountains in the near distance. While languidly manipulating Kyle's submissive body, Bernard looked over the young man's head to the bed, where Tessa was on her back on the bed, buttocks on the footboard edge of the bed, legs spread, and Jerrod hovered over her between her legs, squeezed her breasts with his hands, and slowly fucked her.
