Chapter 01:
Matt Seeks Help Coming Out
On the surface Matt and Brad seemed an unlikely pair of gay lovers. Born into different worlds, one very wealthy, and the other middle class. They met on the job and found common ground in their love for each other. This is their story.
Matt was the rich kid, the son of a wealthy industrialist and his show girl mother. Brad's family was the victim of industries moving wherever they found cheaper labor. They scrapped by pay check to pay check. That had every right to be bitter, but lived happily knowing there were a lot of out of work and homeless people in a lot worse shape.
Matt's father met his wife in Las Vegas. Mark, 30 at the time, was smitten with Katrina, 19, the first time she saw her.
Katrina was a beautiful brunette with the gorgeous legs. One of the more popular Vegas show girls, she stood 5'9" and packed 110 lbs into a 38" 22" 36" body.
Matt fell for her hard, the age difference be damned.
He sent the cancan girl notes after her show for a solid week. Finally her interest peeked and she asked the club bouncer to check him out.
"From the thousand dollars suit and his platinum American Express card, he appears to be very wealthy and smart," the bouncer told Katrina "He is also very shrewd. He knew what I was up to immediately. He said to tell you his interest was sincere not sexual."
Katrina sat down with Mark.
"Very nice to finally meet you Miss -----?"
"Katrina, nice to meet you ------?
"Mark."
"So what brings you to Sin City?" Katrina asked. "Something tells me it is not to hit up on some show girls."
"Actually," he said, "I'm buying this place."
Katrina's jaw dropped. Her thoughts raced and it was a couple of long moments before she regained her composure.
"If you are telling me the truth, what possible interest could you have in me? I'm just a show girl trying to make a living and avoiding my ex."
"Please Katrina my interest is sincere." Mark pleaded. "At least have dinner with me. Maybe you will find that we are not all that different. What about your ex?" he sincerely asked.
"It's the same old story. A Florida girl starts out for Hollywood to become a big star. Runs out of money and ends up here, broke and desperate." she went on, tears forming in her eyes.
"I can guess the rest," Mark said softly placing his right hand on her wrist. "You find a want add. It says something like: 'Local club looking for dancers. Good looks and body to match. Call 702 whatever,' right?"
"God, Mark you really know the sordid side of Vegas! You are so right. Turns out the quote, club, unquote is a strip joint. I become embarrassed wearing a bikini to the beach! Needless to say, I did not like the work. But I liked starving even less. I hustled dances and served drinks. When I refused to a lap dance I was fired."
"A girl has her standards." Mark joked. They laughed together.
"One of my steady customers, a guy I actually liked, pressured the club owner to give him my phone number. To make a long story short we dated a couple of months, got married Vegas style by an Elvis impersonator. Stan was kind at first and helped me find this job. One night the dumb ass showed up with an escort. Drunk out of his mind, he yelled "Hey Kitty, that's my wife on stage."
"You should have seen the look on his face when Kitty called him a creep and slapped the crap out of him. She came up to me and placed a thousand dollars in my hand. She told me I needed it more than her.
"It paid for my divorce and taught me very hard lesson."
"Never trust any man?"
"Partially right. I am the eternal optimist and know there is some good man out there. My girlfriend says right but they are all gay."
"Trust me Katrina, I can be a nice guy and I am most assuredly not gay. Would you tell your life story to a total stranger if there wee not a glimmer of trust hidden deep in your soul."
Katrina nodded in the affirmative.
"I wonder if you know what it means for me to meet an honest sincere hold nothing back woman. I don't have time to play the games that most women play, never knowing what's really on their minds, always guessing wrong. Make you a deal. It is gong to take about a month to warp up this deal. I think by that time we will either hate one another or fall in love. If it is love I will give you the marriage ceremony you deserve.
"I know this is not the way you thought you would get to Hollywood. But......."
"Stop Mark. It's a deal." Katrina agreed. "By the way you seem too young to be so wealthy. How did you do it away?"
"Tell me if have heard the old saying: 'I made my money the old fashion way I inherited it.' Funny, yes. But also true."
"I don't believe you. You seem smart enough to make it on your own," Katrina rebuffed. .
"It is really a sad story. My father worked his tail off developing the business and groomed me to eventually take over when he retired. He never made it. A passed from massive heat attack at age 50. I inherited 75% of the business, my mom got 25%. I was 25 years old and scared to death. The managing director was my dad's best friend and agreed to show me the ropes. The first thing we did was to call in all the management personnel and assure them things would not change and as long as they continued to do good work they and their employees would be secure."
"Just how many businesses did he control" Katrina asked.
"There were 25 separate holdings at the time. This hotel casino will bring the number to 30. There are about five or six more acquisitions n the works."
MATT'S YOUTH
Mark and Katrina married six months later. Shortly after their second anniversary she gave birth to Matthew. Of course everyone except his mother called him Matt.
Matt did not have a lot of friends. He was schooled by private tutors. He proved a dedicated student with a flair for business, which pleased his father. "One of these days you will start off running one of our business interests. When I retire it will all belong to you?" Mark promised his son.
At age 12 he became frustrated for reasons he did not fully understand. Puberty had set in with the good and the bad. He was proud to see hair growing around his cock. He finally needed to shave. He also became sexual aware and satisfied his urges by frequent masturbation. Katrina called him her pretty boy. He pretended to hate but privately enjoyed the nickname, admitting that he looked a lot like his mother. He had her facial features and her beautiful dark hair.
By age 18 Matt had matured into a lanky tall, frustrated young man. He was very fit and healthy. He became an accomplished surfer and turned a golden brown from days in the California sun. Some days he would just set on the beach paying careful attention to the tanned buffed male surfers. He wished his body would fill out like the surfers who attracted all the pretty girls. He did not care as much about not having a girl friend as having a great body.
