NEVER
UP AND DOWN IN THE BIG APPLE
Sleep With A Porcupine
New York City, The Big Apple. He was in the nerve center of American marketing communications. He was not just here. He had a job here. He was an associate copy writer on the staff of Beatty, Battle, Jones and Jones (BBJJ to the knowing), one of the giants of the industry. The interview invitation had been unexpected. Then when Dudley asked if he had heard from Arron Price, the associate manager in personnel at BBJJ, Walt got the picture. When he actually got the job he sent the Professor an enormous bouquet of long stem red roses right to his office.
The three dozen blooms were tied with a white ribbon on which was strung the card. "For every pleasure, this last is the greatest. W" was all it said. Walt figured Dudley would understand and not be too upset by the embarrassment of receiving such an offering on campus. The old stud deserved to have his chain jerked anyway, though Walt when he walked out of the florist's shop.
Walt quickly found he had a new situation to worry about. Working in the same bull pen was a not so senior staff member that was so obviously homosexual, Walt was surprised he was accepted. Jerry Holt made a number of verbal passes at Walt that he ignored. Walt just didn't know how to handle this. It was not the game playing he understood. Jerry was very direct and oblivious to who else heard what was said. Eric, another senior staff member in the group took Walt aside when he saw Walt's embarrassment and frequent red face.
"Look, Walt. Jerry's just being Jerry. Don't let him get to you. If that's not your thing you've got to just face him and tell him to drop it, your not interested." The last didn't sound like a question.
"Is he that way with clients? How does he keep his job? You mean I just have to say no firmly and he quits?" Now that Jerry was being discussed Walt wanted to satisfy his curiosity.
"Well, no, he'll never quit. It will just be playful, not serious, if he knows you aren't gay." Walt's last question was answered first. "About the job impact, people in this business, particularly people in this business in this city, don't give a damn who you sleep with or how you act as long as you've got the talent to produce ads that sell. Jerry's a whiz kid. He may not be around for the long haul but, right now he's the fair haired wonderkin who can do no wrong. You can learn from his. Advertising, that is, since there's no interest in his other offers."
Walt voiced his thanks for the advice, and applied it the next time Jerry asked if he wanted to go out after hours for a few drinks and a little playing around in bed.
After that Walt found Jerry amusing and, as claimed, an amazing creative thinker who surprisingly didn't approach every job with an overdose of sex. On a personal level with his coworker, male and female, Jerry was always sexual. He couldn't say one sentence without including a dirty word or commenting lustingly on the appearance or endowments of whomever he was addressing. But, his ideas on selling with pictures and words were minimalist, less was more and if there was a hint of sensuality it was just the right touch that was needed for the product or event, never, ever overstated.
Walt formed an uneasy alliance with Jerry, a pupil teacher symbiotic bond that he used to his advantage. He would pick Jerry's brain, bounce his own ideas out for critique before anyone else saw or heard them. He did have to verbally slap Jerry down ever so often when the sexual comments got a little too personal.
"You're just a kid from the sticks, Walter, baby. What the hell do you know about the diversity of sexual pleasures to be found in this thriving metropolis, the fabled Baghdad by the sea?" asked Jerry.
Walt gave Jerry a knowing smile. "I most likely know a hell of a lot more than you suspect. And, I'm still not interested, Jerry, so knock it off or I may have to knock your teeth in."
"Oh, goodness, a threat of physical violence. Not the type I wish to engage in. For God's sake, Walt, don't get so fucking uptight. You are just so fine, you can't blame a girl for continuing to try to get in your pants." Jerry noted Walt balling up his fists. "O.K., O.K. I'll shut the hell up. Damn, you're hard to work with, no fun at all, always strictly business." With that last comment, Jerry flipped a 'fuck you' gesture and quickly ducked out the door.
Walt was given an assignment on his own after a couple of months. He played with a number of ideas and kicked them around with Jerry. The client was a local chain of art movie houses that featured classics, subtitled imports an the obscure winners of film festival honors from around the world.
Ever so often they had held the commercial premier of a sleeper than went on to be a box office blockbuster. Usually their selections were fine representations of the art of film making, but with limited commercial appeal.
They stayed in business due to the price of their tickets which were comparable to that charged for theater tickets just off Broadway, and the fact that the same family owned and operated a number of dark and dirty little XXXX Rated theaters that offered their fare 24 hours a day and catered to every diverse sexual taste that could be found in and around New York City.
Walt was amazed to find fine art being supported by pornography. Jerry had a big laugh at his naiveté. "This isn't the last time or the last place where you're going to find good and evil bound together with one feeding off the other. You're out in the real world now, pretty boy. Better learn to live with it."
Walt's final approach to a unified advertising program for the art chain was simplistic. Jerry grudgingly approved. He let Walt know that it wasn't a bad idea for a guy fresh from college with no real experience. He recommended a specific member of the art staff for Walt to work with and turn the idea into a workable presentation.
"She's good, she's quick, she's easy to work with and she's a dish. That should make it easy for you to turn on the charm and sell her on your idea. Or if it doesn't sell, maybe you can charm her into taking pity on a neophyte and helping you anyway." Jerry was grudgingly growing aware of Walt's ability to be charming as well as creative.
After his first meeting with Jo Beth, Walt had to admit Jerry had not oversold her in any way. And, insofar as her looks, saying she was a dish was equal to saying fillet mignon was a steak. It was accurate but so inadequate.
Jo Beth and Walter soon found they not only enjoyed working together but they just enjoyed being together. There was a quickness to her wit that kept Walt smiling, laughing at her last comment, anticipating what was to come next. He found himself telling her more about himself than he had told anyone for a long, long time. There were things he didn't talk about, but he was far less the mysterious man he had been for four year at college.
She was open and sincere with Walt. She wasn't looking for any deep relationship, was still recovering from a bad one with a fellow artist who had shared her studio apartment. He had got a great offer from an agency in Atlanta and just picked up and left. She had thought that there was more between them.
Slowly she warmed up to Walt who had astonished himself by deciding after two months that Jo Beth was the one for him. He was determined to win her, heart and soul. He was gentle and attentive. They often exchanged heated words, usually limited to disagreements over job related things. Each respected the opinions of the other but felt their own opinions were more correct than anyone else's. She accused him of being bull headed at times and he let her know that she could be exasperating.
One time busily engaged in defending her point against what she felt was an unwarranted attack by Walt, Jo Beth dumped her milk shake on his head. He was so startled he didn't even retaliate. She was so shaken by her impulsive act she just sat and stared as the goo ran down his face, into his shirt collar and over his shoulders. Suddenly she realized he was laughing. When the humor of it hit her they sat pounding the table gasping for breath while two waiters hovered over Walt trying to clean up the mess.
Slowly, Joe Beth found she had fallen for Walt. She was comfortable with him even when they fought. They had not been alone together except in public -- dinners, theater, the movies. She wondered if Walt wanted more than just companionship. Was he waiting on her? She had told him early on about Frederick and that she wasn't interested in a relationship. Actually, as she recalled it, she had told him she didn't want to get involved in a deep relationship. Well things were different now and somehow she had to let Walt know.
It was easier than either of them expected. As they walked in the Village after a late night dinner she finally asked him up for a drink. He accepted the offer and without missing a step leaned over and kissed her with more feeling than any kiss they had shared before. She stopped and threw her arms around him and pressed into him, returning his kiss with equal ardor. They felt the sidewalk traffic brush by. In the fuzzy distance they heard whistles and shouts of encouragement. They were on an island of their own in the midst of the Island of Manhattan.
When Walt pulled back he gave a raucous wolf whistle himself. "Baby, I've waited a long time for that. You do know I'm in love with you? I want you with me. I need you like sunlight and air. I'm scaring the hell out of you aren't I? Please be patient with me."
"I'll be patient as long as you're gentle, Lover boy." The glint in her eyes and smile on her lips told Walt all he needed to know.
Trying to act nonchalant he waived down a taxi and gave Jo Beth's address. Hugging her to him in the back seat he covered her face with light butterfly kisses as he whispered endearments.
Closing her apartment door Jo Beth asked, "Do you really want that after dinner drink?"
"Not unless you do," said Walt as he picked her up in his arms. "Would you direct me to the bedroom, mam?" he requested, leaning his head over and kissing her strongly again. He listened to the mumbling coming from under his lips and interpreted her reply as indicating the door in front of him. He shifted her weight, grabbed the door knob and stood in the doorway.
A bank of curtained windows lined the front wall letting the night glow of the city play over the room. The bed was in the center. What other furniture adorned the room he couldn't have told anyone at that time. Later it was a familiar setting with its matching dresser, chest and two bookcases crammed with girl stuff and a few books.
He placed her gently in the center of the bed and sank down beside her with his lips still touching her, brushing her ear. "Jo, are you sure? Don't do this for me. I can wait." His voice was carried on a soft breath that fluttered her hair and tingled her neck.
She turned on her side facing him. The twinkle was still in her eye, her lips gathered in a pout. "And what am I suppose to do while you are being gallant and waiting?" she asked.
"Oh, Jo," he moaned as his reserve slid away and he rolled against her. His arms pulled her into a crushing embrace while their mouths red hungrily on each other.
Fumbling and eager they fought with buttons, belts, hooks and other fastenings that seemed to take a perverse pleasure in refusing to act normal. As the achieved success with each article of clothing Jo paused to fold it and lay it beside the bed, leaning over him with a series of provocative wiggles to place his clothes on his side. When she reached his last protective covering and slowly pushed his boxers down she gave a gasp. As his erection came free and snapped to attention she tugged the boxers off and tossed them. Sitting by his hips Jo gently cradled her breasts with her hands as she stared, mesmerized by what she had uncovered.
Walt raised up, rolled on his side and curled around her. With one hand he reached up and touched a breast, gently rubbing a finger on the erect nipple. He then took her hand from under her breast and slowly moved it until it rested on his hip. Putting his hand on hers he guided her down between his legs and closed her fingers around the wonder she had been watching intently.
"This is yours, Jo. It will never hurt you. I won't let it. I love you, Jo. You'll never know how much." Walt was whispering again, his voice quavering and his breath unsteady as little shivers of passion shook his body.
She pulled away. Walt watched as terror griped his heart. Standing beside the bed she rolled her panties down past her thighs and stepped out. Mounting the bed she nudged against him until they were lying side by side facing each other with only his sex between them, reaching from his groin up and across to press firmly against her abdomen. Joe reached down and grasped it again.
"Could you please demonstrate the possibilities offered by my new toy? I've never had one like this before. It looks dangerous. Are you sure you can control it, Lover Boy?" As her soft soothing voice reached Walt he began to tremble again. Jo was now slowly stroking her hand on the shaft of flesh that separated them.
Walt slid down on the bed taking a tempting brown nipple in his mouth and glorying in the moans of pleasure this act triggered. Gently he rolled her on her back and mounted her, using his hand to insure she was moist and ready. As he entered her, he rolled his hips bringing himself in contact with every part or her waiting vulva. Penetrating slowly he let her reactions and the sensitiveness of his own organ tell him when to stop, when to move deeper.
Pulling back he heard of squeal of pleasure and rocked in the second time limiting his depth. He floated encased in the warm embrace of her canal. Suddenly he knew he was going to climax. Not now, not when we just started, screamed the small voice in side his head. His mind raced to fill with pictures of angry clients, janitors scrubbing floors, a waterfall. It didn't work. He was spewing and jerking, clasping her tightly, whispering over and over hoarsely, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Jo, baby, I'm so sorry."
"Lover boy, that's the nicest way anyone has ever said I love you and proven it. Don't apologize. Anyway, as I understand the male psyche and physiological make up we should have plenty of time to enjoy getting ready for the next demonstration. You are going to give another one tonight aren't you?" Jo whispered in his ear.
"Just try and stop me, Jo," Walt replied.
An hour passed while they eagerly touched and kissed. Little cries and moans guided each of them as they gave pleasure. Each giving only increasing the desire to find more ways to fire each other's passion. Without knowing he had done it Walt found he had reentered Jo. He was now straddling one leg while the other hooked around his waist. She lay before him impaled, groaning and pressing down on his sex. Massaging her side he leaned forward and grasped a breast, kneading and squeezing as he thrust and twisted his hips. He gave her every ounce of his attention, watching and listening to the way her body was reacting. Each move that brought a smile or groan of pleasure he repeated questioning her, seeking her direction, wanting her approval. It was a slow passionate coupling that moved from position to position as each continued to search for ways to give the other maximum pleasure.
He was so intent on giving Jo satisfaction he slid off the edge of the bed. taking this as an opportunity for innovation he stood up, reached out, spread her legs, grasped her buttocks and pulled her onto him. He stood leaning forward over the bed and continued to lift her up and bring her to him in rhythm with his pelvic trusts.
Walt began to feel a pre-climactic tingling. She had peaked a number of times but without any release. He wanted her to have a perfect and total experience. Something was still missing. Crawling back into the bed he knelt and drew her up into his arms. He let her reach down and fondle his penis as he gave full attention to her breasts, licking and sucking , putting a maximum mass into his mouth, milking and nibbling on her. Soon she was pleading with him to resume and attempting on her own to mount him.
He lay back and pulled her over him. Then he pushed her up and with his hands shifted her legs to straddle him, resting on the bottom of his thighs. Using them he lifted her buttocks in the air. She instantly understood, grasped his cock and slowly sat down, letting it glide up into her. Tensing his butt muscles he flexed within her and at the same time gently rolled his hips. Her reaction was immediate, thrashing and bounding up and down, her vagina clinching in spasms on his throbbing rod. Each time she lowered herself she cried his name and begged him for more. Suddenly she was wailing his name, trembling and letting loose a massive orgasm that washed out, down and over him.
Bringing her to this peak of passion filled him with such relief that his own climax roared out of his gut. He arched with desire trying to explode as deeply within her as she would allow. She received him and peaked again so that they were both caught in spasms of jerking, thrashing and yelling as their juices mingled.
As the fires of passion turned to embers, they lay in each others arms gazing with wonder into each other's eyes.
"I never," whispered Jo.
"Neither have I, darling. We were made for each other. It was so perfect. Giving you pleasure is more erotic than anything I have ever experienced. I love you, Jo." Walt was drained and at the same time full to overflowing.
This was it. This was different. This was what he had been waiting for all his life.
For two weeks they left the loft only to meet their obligations at work, eat out a few times and stop at his room to grab needed clothes. When they emerged they had decided on their future. They started searching for a place to share. There just wasn't anything they could afford that they wanted or that was better than Jo Beth's loft. So it was settled. Walt moved in.
That same week Walt got a call at work from Matt. Matt apologized for calling him there but said he had called Walt's mom for a number and she only had this one and another which never got answered. Walt briefly explained the situation, gave Matt his new 'home' number and settled back to hear Matt's news.
Matt was now working his way up the corporate ladder at Rivers, Inc. starting in the press rooms, learning the ropes. Everyone else they knew was now either married or had moved away. Tony was also working for Rivers, Inc. driving the truck handling company deliveries between plants. Matt passed on greetings from Tony and signed off.
Walt continued to draw attention at the agency thanks to both his abilities and his presence. His relationship with Jerry slowly changed to be that of near equals exchanging ideas and helping each other. Walt was the lesser of the two, but not for long, was the opinion of a number of his coworkers. Jerry did not seem threatened, but rather let Walt know that he enjoyed the fact that his pupil was the fastest rising star at BBJJ.
In his work with the agency and with clients Walt quickly gained a reputation not only for his creative talent but his ability to charm anyone into accepting Walt's way as the way. A number of times the rumors traveled through the agency that Walt had won approval of an idea by sleeping with the client's key decision maker. No one ever proved, or disproved, any of the rumors. Regardless, Walt was noticed by senior management. After his first six months Walter was promoted to Associate Creative Lead of the team now headed by Jerry.
When Jo Beth was in a session with Walt where he turned on the charm he usually received a steely eyed stare. Afterwards at the apartment they would argue and fall into bed to make up. Sometimes Walt accused Jo Beth of becoming upset just so they could have a heated argument and end it with an evening of equally heated sex. Jo Beth retaliated with her argument that Walt smoozed people in front of her just so she would get upset so they could have an argument so he could make up with her by making love. Eventually they admitted that they both might be right to some degree.
Even with the impact his actions had on his relationship with Jo Beth Walter found he was happy climbing the ladder at BBJJ. He loved the work he was doing and he enjoyed testing just how far he could go in teasing and stroking the ego of someone to get things working the way he wanted. He never felt guilty because he knew whatever was being sold would have eventually been accepted, so why not grease the skids. Talking it over with Jerry one day he found that on this aspect of interpersonal relationships he had his mentor's full approval.
"Walt, you've got the ability to turn on everyone in the room. It's something I can't do, I'm gay and can't hide it -- won't, damn it. You leave every heart yearning for more with just a glance, a smile," Jerry said emphatically. "The females want your body and you make them feel they have a chance. The straight guys just know you can help them get laid and by the best looking gals 'cause you can get the best. Anyone on my side of the fence in this crazy business just knows when you look at them that your secret vice must be the kind of love they want to get or give. And even for the celibate and lesbos you somehow make them feel you are offering a friendship that isn't threatening.
"What you've got makes everyone in your audience want to help you. For God Sake, Walt, use your gift. When what you are selling them is shit, I'll blast the hell out of you. But your ideas are great. If turning on the charm gets things done sooner and cuts through the crap we usually have to deal with I say 'turn it on'."
Jerry's words reinforced what Walt had been thinking himself. He could control the situations. He had a gift. He was going to use it.
Walt had sent a clipping of the agency employee publication story about his promotion to his mom with his usual letter, and one to Matt with a brief note. Matt's reply was swift, but not so much due to his achievement as Matt's news. Matt was going into the service. He had thought it over, he told Walt, and decided the challenge would be more than what Rivers, Inc. offered.
Walter had never considered Matt would take this step. Mr. Rivers had easily pulled all the strings to keep Matt at home on different deferments and exceptions. Walt himself, being on record as sole support for his mom, was never a target for induction.
Finishing Matt's letter he called Matt only to hear from Mrs. Rivers that he was already on his way to boot camp. Walt sat and mused, would he see Matt again? Did he want to? They sure seemed to be drifting farther and farther apart as the years passed.
In his new position Walt found he had more direct access to the decision makers of the accounts the team was handling. By chance he discovered that the agency's largest dollar volume client had been captured early in his career by Jerry using the extra tool he did have in his arsenal. This was the plus account that Jerry kept isolated from everyone, even his own creative team, except to do work directly for and as instructed by Jerry.
Alistone Automotive, Inc. happened to have a Marketing Vice President that swung Jerry's way when he was in New York. He had a wife and three kids back in Dearborn. But, when away he didn't tom cat around, he became a pussy cat that Jerry lead by a silver chain.
Keeping his new knowledge to himself Walt started a subtle campaign with the BBJJ Creative Director. He never directly questioned what was happening with Alistone or implied there were any problems, but soon Walt found himself directed to do an independent analysis of the degree to which Alistone's primary market audiences looked with favor on Alistone's current print, radio and television campaigns. The Creative Director give Walt the assignment at a meeting with Jerry's team.
She emphasized that what she was looking for was not so much a check on the effectiveness, by implication, of Jerry's work but a quicker and more sophisticated way for the agency to evaluate any of their efforts. Unaware of Walt's preliminary dealing with the boss, Jerry congratulated him on the assignment. Jerry did feel it was about time someone measured how perfectly his approach to handling Alistone was in tune with the needs of their customers.
Walt relished the idea of using his ability to charm Elmer Patterson. There was no way he could do the evaluation without being in contact with Alistone's Marketing VP. Walt made the most of the opportunity. By the time Walt had spent three weeks on his assignment he had Patterson agreeing to anything he proposed. Walt wrangled a number of one on one sessions where he teased and touched Elmer leaving an unstated implication that he was attracted to the older man.
When the study was presented it included facts and figures that reflected well on Jerry. It's major theme, as requested, was to give full emphasis to an in depth analysis of the methodology Walt had used in conduction the study. It was what the Creative Director had said she wanted, even though initially she had made the assignment because of vague doubts about Jerry's program.
The Creative Director was so impressed she had Walt give that part of his presentation to the next senior staff meeting. He arranged for Elmer Patterson to be a guest at that session along with representatives from other key accounts. The result was an important major advancement for Walt. He was promoted again. This time Walt got his own team, and, at the insistence of Patterson, Walt's team was now the agency's Alistone team. Two other major accounts represented at the presentation were also shifted to Walt's control.
It was a move that equalized the load throughout the agency the losers were told. Walt knew he would have to watch his back for a while until he was able to pour a little oil on the troubled waters. Depending on the injured party he would use snake or sex oil.
This time Jerry was upset by what happened. He never suspected Walt as the driving force behind the events, even though he was the one that had been preaching to Walt to use what he had to get where he wanted to go. He admitted that some of what had happened was his own fault for training Walt so well in the skills that could be used to advance at BBJJ. Jerry still considered Walt a novice, in need of more guidance and molding. Jerry aimed his anger over the loss of Alistone at his former lover and the senior management of the agency.
He was cold but polite in sessions with Walt as the account was turned over. He told Walt he was sorry to be such an ass but he resented what 'they' had done to him. He wished Walt the best of luck as the agency's new rising star and then buckled down to work with his team on their remaining accounts. He warned Walt that now they were in direct competition for the role of agency wonder boy he shouldn't expect any more professional favors.
Walt knew he had made a successful silent takeover when Jerry followed the announcement of no more professional favors with a quick aside.
"This doesn't mean that my personal favors aren't still available, you hunk," Jerry said reaching across the table and taking Walt's hand. "You know my loins still ache to give you what you so richly deserve, baby. Now don't get all huffy. With no work in common I'm going to have to dream up reasons for dropping in on you."
Walt favored Jerry with a quick smile then shook his head, clinched his fist and punched at Jeffy's nose.
"Oh, damn you, Walt. You're still no fun," Jerry shrieked as he pushed his chair back and dramatically stormed from the cafeteria.
Joe Beth was not as blind. She was sure that somehow Walt had been able to engineer his own advancement. Her intuition told her that his relationship with the Creative Director was suspect. It wasn't that she even considered Walt had been unfaithful, she just knew the type of impact he could have when he was out to get his own way. She made a few choice remarks but Walt refused to get into an argument this time. Little did he understand that this only reinforced Jo Beth's belief that he had somehow gone a little too far, whatever it was he had done, to get the promotion and the accounts that were now his.
Everything simmered down after a month. Walt had been able to smooth talk and otherwise appease the staff who lost accounts to him. He even made a couple of light hearted plays at Jerry, promising to meet him for drinks or a dinner date. He always called early the next afternoon before they were to have their assignation to beg off. His excuses always left Jerry feeling that maybe Walt was coming around, even though he knew it was just Walt playing games.
Late night on a Friday six weeks after the big move was made Walt got a call at the apartment from Mr. Patterson. Jo Beth was upset that a client was intruding and even more with Walt for arguing that it would be the best thing to go, get Patterson to the Alistone corporate apartment and sober him up.
"If he gets into trouble after having called me he'll blame me and I could end up loosing the account," Walt argued. "I can handle this and be back soon. Trust me, Jo Beth. I know what I'm doing."
"So do I, lover boy, so watch yourself," she said.
Walt gave her a quizzical look, decided it would be better not to take the discussion any further, got dressed and left.
What he had hoped would be a quick mission of mercy turned into a length evening of pub crawling with Elmer. What amazed Walt, as the night progressed, was that the liquor didn't seem to faze Elmer. The other aspect of the evening that seemed unusual to Walt was the fact that they never once found themselves drinking in an establishment that Elmer and Jerry would have frequented. Elmer didn't want Walt to think of him as queer. He sure did want to get Walt drunk.
When they finally made it to the apartment. Walt was as much under the influence as Elmer, possibly more so. Without planning it he found himself in bed snuggling with his middle aged client. Divested of his protective layers of Brooks Brothers and silk Elmer displayed a slightly pudgy but still rugged frame. It was clear the evening had progressed according to Elmer's plan . . . so far.
Walt shook himself out of his drunken stupor and forced himself to concentrate on what had happened. He was sure that so far they had only played around undressing, watching each other and passing a few suggestive remarks. Depending upon how Elmer remembered the night things should be able to be salvaged. If he could control this encounter then Elmer would be firmly under his thumb.
Walt now started playing the reluctant maiden to Elmer's advances, with lots of protestations about not having done things like this before. He eventually gave in to Elmer's plea and let him suck him off. Walt made sure Elmer knew this was a new experience and he wasn't into doing anything himself. He cried in Elmer's arms as he admitted he was afraid of what was happening, afraid if he turned Elmer down he would loose the account, afraid of what would happen to his job if he lost the account.
Elmer bought the act one hundred percent. He told Walt that he appreciated his honesty about being uninitiated. There would be no demands made on Walt until Walt felt so inclined himself, if ever. And, based on the asset Elmer had discovered Walt had between his legs there was no way in hell he was going to loose the account.
Walt had difficulty keeping a straight face as Elmer's head bobbed up and down below his waist. He stopped twice to look up at Walt and exclaim ecstatically over how luck he was to have found Walt. He also halted frequently to lean back, take Walt's organ in his hand and revel in amazement a its size. All Walt did to help Elmer was to concentrate on non-sexual images, postponing his orgasm as long as possible so that Elmer had the maximum time to enjoy himself. The fact that this also lengthened Walt's enjoyment was his own secret.
When it was over Walt appeared full of shame and loathing. Elmer spent time babying him and ensuring him that what had happened was just one other natural sex act, no major catastrophe and strictly between them anyway. Feeling content and exhausted Walt let himself relax. Resting comfortably in Elmer's embrace he slept.
Why he awoke and went to answer the door, Walt never could decide when he replayed the scene. Wrapped in one of Elmer's robes he opened the door to find himself face to face with Jerry.
"Well, honey buns, now everything is crystal clear to the dumb fruit. Does Jo Beth know you're here? I should scratch your luscious eyes out, you 'I don't do that, Jerry', God damn, back stabbing ass hole." Jerry's voice modulated from initial quiet shock to screaming anger.
Walt threatened Jerry physically to shut him up and keep his silence. "I mean it, Jerry. Now get out of here. Go home!"
When he opened the door Jo Beth was waiting and indignant. She blindly struck out accusing him of spending the night with Patterson, of sealing Alistone from Jerry by sleeping with Patterson. Walt angrily denied it, accusing her of listening to Jerry's warped interpretation of finding him at the Alistone apartment without his clothes on.
"Not this time, Walt. Jerry didn't tell me anything. You just did. Was it worth it, Walt? Was it? I hate you! I want you to leave. Don't touch me! Leave! It's over, Walt. Over. I hate you. You've used something beautiful, made it dirty. How many, Walt? How many? Oh, I hate you." Jo Beth powerhoused a slap that snapped Walt's head. Sobbing she shoved him back into the hall and slammed the door.
He stood listening as the lock clunked and Jo Beth's low wails seeped through the door. He'd lost the one good thing he had found. Damn, wasn't he ever going to get it right? Tears steaming down his cheeks he slowly descended the stairs. Walter needed a drink.
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