"253 Creekside Canyon" 7
Breakfast by the pool.
By Gaedhal
Los Angeles, December 2005
It was Friday morning and Ron was sitting by the pool
drinking some guava juice. Brian had given him some
when he was in Pittsburgh and so Ron put it on the shopping
list the minute Brian called him to say he was coming to L.A.
Ron was also reading 'The Hollywood Reporter.' Scanning it
for any interesting items. Any clues to what some of his rival
directors were up to. Tidbits about the up-and-coming actors.
The hot writers. The next big trend. And what new horrors the
studios were planning to unleash next on the unsuspecting
public. In other words, all the latest bullshit.
"Why did you let me sleep so long?" Brian yawned as he
wandered out to the pool deck. His hair was sticking up on
top at a ridiculous angle and he was making a grumpy, but
completely endearing -- at least to Ron -- face. He was
also scratching his balls, which, along with his cock, were
in perfect view, since he had neglected to close and securely
tie his crimson satin Versace robe.
"Have some juice," said Ron, pouring him a glass. "I got it
especially for you."
Brian took the seat opposite Ron at the cafe table and picked
up the glass, tasting it. Guava juice. "Not bad," he said. He
drank down the entire glass before setting it down.
"I wanted you to have your usual," Ron smiled. "I noticed
that you're a little cranky in the morning and since this is
your vacation...." Ron shrugged his shoulders.
"I am NOT cranky in the morning!" Brian insisted.
"No, not much!" Ron laughed. "What's with the hair?"
Brian reached up and self-consciously smoothed his unruly
mop. "There are certain things that are simply out of my
control -- and my fucking hair is one of them!"
"I wasn't criticizing," said Ron. "I like the out-of-control
Brian. It makes you much more human."
"Don't insult me," Brian sniffed. "Or give away my secrets.
My friends back in the Pitts would be startled to learn that
I'm not actually a life-like robot with impeccable fashion
sense and the ability to fuck all night without pausing to take
a breath. Or whatever robots take."
"Yes," Ron agreed. "I seem to be familiar with both of
those attributes. But I like the hair-thing better." He
glanced under the cafe table and noted that Brian's dick
was still in full view. And now at half-mast. "As well as
the floor show at the breakfast table."
Brian rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I woke up and
discovered that I was alone -- with no one to take care of
my morning hard-on. So I brought it downstairs to see
what might develop."
"I see," said Ron.
"Anything likely to develop?" Brian questioned. He stood up
and moved next to Ron's chair. It was a beautiful morning.
The sun was shining, but the pool area was shady and cool.
The water in the pool lapped quietly as a light breeze blew
down the canyon. I could get to like this place, thought Brian
as he fondled his dick. It immediately went on Red Alert.
"Perhaps," said Ron. "However...." He glanced in the direction
of the house.
Brian turned at the sound of a door opening. It was the door
into the kitchen. Armani came barrelling out into the yard --
and he was followed by a short, dark-haired woman carrying
a tray loaded with bagels, lox, margarine, and cream cheese.
"Shit!" exclaimed Brian, grabbing his robe around his himself
and his budding erection. "I didn't think there was anyone else
in the house!"
Ron didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it. He imagined
that it took quite a lot to embarrass Brian, but this was
definitely one of those rare occasions.
"Brian, this is Carmel, my housekeeper," Ron said, making
the introductions. "Carmel, this is my houseguest, Brian.
I've told you all about him."
"Yeah, you told me, Mr. Ron." The woman rolled her black
eyes and set the tray down on the cafe table. "You don't have
to hide yourself, Mr. Brian. I seen a man before and they all
got the same thing in that spot. Nothing new, you know what
I'm saying?"
Brian scrambled back into his own chair, blushing and guarding
his dick from this female's prying eyes. "Maybe you're seen it
all before, but you haven't seen MINE before! And let's keep it
that way."
"Truthfully, Carmel, not all men are the same," Ron pointed
out. "Especially not Brian."
"Jesus, Ron!" said Brian, turning a deeper shade of red.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Carmel has worked for me since the day I moved into this
house," Ron explained. "There's very little in my life that
she hasn't seen. You'll just have to get used to her."
"What about me getting used to him?" Carmel huffed. "Now
have some food, both of you silly men! You need to keep up
your strength." Carmel nudged Brian's shoulder. "You aren't
one of these guys who don't eat nothing but lettuce and powders
are you? You need some meat on your bones, chico! You too
skinny!"
Brian grabbed a bagel defiantly. "I eat plenty! And I'm not
too skinny!"
"Carmel thinks everyone in Beverly Hills is too skinny,"
said Ron, taking a bagel for himself and helping himself to
some lox. "But especially the men I know."
"You mean all the fags," said Brian, bluntly.
"The fags, the un-fags! All the crazy men in this town!"
Carmel stated. "So much good food and nobody eats nothing!
Why do I bother to cook?"
"You don't," said Ron. "At least not anymore."
"I bring you this nice breakfast and all I get is grief!"
Carmel gathered the empty juice glasses onto the tray.
"You call me if you want something else, okay?"
"Okay," said Ron, taking a bite of his bagel and lox. "Thanks,
Carmel."
Brian waited until the woman had gone back into the house
before he spoke. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me she was
here? She almost caught me with my dick in your mouth!"
"As opposed to her catching ME with your dick in my mouth,"
Ron replied in amusement.
"Whatever the fuck!" Brian grumbled. "Was she in the house
last night? I mean, when we were out here by the pool?"
Brian glanced over at the chaise lounge where they'd had a
loud, extended fuck session after taking a late swim.
"No," Ron reassured him. "Carmel and her mother, Maria,
used to live-in, but now they have a place in Silver Lake.
Carmel only comes in a few mornings a week to clean up
after me and do the shopping. The rest of the time she and
Maria work in a restaurant one of their nephews owns.
After she finishes up here this morning, she won't be back
again until Monday. So don't worry. She's not spying on us."
"You still should have warned me," Brian pouted.
"Poor Baby! I didn't think you were going to show up at the
breakfast table with guns blazing," said Ron. "Although it
is a nice way to start the day."
"Don't call me Baby," Brian griped.
"I will when it suits you," Ron said serenely. "Eat your bagel
like a good boy. And I still think your original idea is a good
way to start the day. I haven't taken my shower yet. What
about you?"
Brian sniffed himself. "Obviously not."
He picked up the bagel and took a bite. Whole wheat. His favorite
kind. Ron had made certain that all of his favorites were there
for him.
Brian sat back in the chair and chewed. The shower stall in Ron's
room was a nice one. The water pressure was a little low, but it
was roomy. Very roomy. Plenty of space to manoeuver. Brian
appreciated that. He liked starting the day with a nice, slippery
fuck. It put him in a good mood. And regardless of that little
misunderstanding with Ron's maid, it looked to be a pretty
good day.
Ron leveled his deep-set blue eyes at Brian and smiled. Then
he reached down and showed Brian what was stirring underneath
his own robe.
In fact, it looked to be a perfect day in L.A.
By Gaedhal
Los Angeles, December 2005
It was Friday morning and Ron was sitting by the pool
drinking some guava juice. Brian had given him some
when he was in Pittsburgh and so Ron put it on the shopping
list the minute Brian called him to say he was coming to L.A.
Ron was also reading 'The Hollywood Reporter.' Scanning it
for any interesting items. Any clues to what some of his rival
directors were up to. Tidbits about the up-and-coming actors.
The hot writers. The next big trend. And what new horrors the
studios were planning to unleash next on the unsuspecting
public. In other words, all the latest bullshit.
"Why did you let me sleep so long?" Brian yawned as he
wandered out to the pool deck. His hair was sticking up on
top at a ridiculous angle and he was making a grumpy, but
completely endearing -- at least to Ron -- face. He was
also scratching his balls, which, along with his cock, were
in perfect view, since he had neglected to close and securely
tie his crimson satin Versace robe.
"Have some juice," said Ron, pouring him a glass. "I got it
especially for you."
Brian took the seat opposite Ron at the cafe table and picked
up the glass, tasting it. Guava juice. "Not bad," he said. He
drank down the entire glass before setting it down.
"I wanted you to have your usual," Ron smiled. "I noticed
that you're a little cranky in the morning and since this is
your vacation...." Ron shrugged his shoulders.
"I am NOT cranky in the morning!" Brian insisted.
"No, not much!" Ron laughed. "What's with the hair?"
Brian reached up and self-consciously smoothed his unruly
mop. "There are certain things that are simply out of my
control -- and my fucking hair is one of them!"
"I wasn't criticizing," said Ron. "I like the out-of-control
Brian. It makes you much more human."
"Don't insult me," Brian sniffed. "Or give away my secrets.
My friends back in the Pitts would be startled to learn that
I'm not actually a life-like robot with impeccable fashion
sense and the ability to fuck all night without pausing to take
a breath. Or whatever robots take."
"Yes," Ron agreed. "I seem to be familiar with both of
those attributes. But I like the hair-thing better." He
glanced under the cafe table and noted that Brian's dick
was still in full view. And now at half-mast. "As well as
the floor show at the breakfast table."
Brian rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I woke up and
discovered that I was alone -- with no one to take care of
my morning hard-on. So I brought it downstairs to see
what might develop."
"I see," said Ron.
"Anything likely to develop?" Brian questioned. He stood up
and moved next to Ron's chair. It was a beautiful morning.
The sun was shining, but the pool area was shady and cool.
The water in the pool lapped quietly as a light breeze blew
down the canyon. I could get to like this place, thought Brian
as he fondled his dick. It immediately went on Red Alert.
"Perhaps," said Ron. "However...." He glanced in the direction
of the house.
Brian turned at the sound of a door opening. It was the door
into the kitchen. Armani came barrelling out into the yard --
and he was followed by a short, dark-haired woman carrying
a tray loaded with bagels, lox, margarine, and cream cheese.
"Shit!" exclaimed Brian, grabbing his robe around his himself
and his budding erection. "I didn't think there was anyone else
in the house!"
Ron didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't help it. He imagined
that it took quite a lot to embarrass Brian, but this was
definitely one of those rare occasions.
"Brian, this is Carmel, my housekeeper," Ron said, making
the introductions. "Carmel, this is my houseguest, Brian.
I've told you all about him."
"Yeah, you told me, Mr. Ron." The woman rolled her black
eyes and set the tray down on the cafe table. "You don't have
to hide yourself, Mr. Brian. I seen a man before and they all
got the same thing in that spot. Nothing new, you know what
I'm saying?"
Brian scrambled back into his own chair, blushing and guarding
his dick from this female's prying eyes. "Maybe you're seen it
all before, but you haven't seen MINE before! And let's keep it
that way."
"Truthfully, Carmel, not all men are the same," Ron pointed
out. "Especially not Brian."
"Jesus, Ron!" said Brian, turning a deeper shade of red.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Carmel has worked for me since the day I moved into this
house," Ron explained. "There's very little in my life that
she hasn't seen. You'll just have to get used to her."
"What about me getting used to him?" Carmel huffed. "Now
have some food, both of you silly men! You need to keep up
your strength." Carmel nudged Brian's shoulder. "You aren't
one of these guys who don't eat nothing but lettuce and powders
are you? You need some meat on your bones, chico! You too
skinny!"
Brian grabbed a bagel defiantly. "I eat plenty! And I'm not
too skinny!"
"Carmel thinks everyone in Beverly Hills is too skinny,"
said Ron, taking a bagel for himself and helping himself to
some lox. "But especially the men I know."
"You mean all the fags," said Brian, bluntly.
"The fags, the un-fags! All the crazy men in this town!"
Carmel stated. "So much good food and nobody eats nothing!
Why do I bother to cook?"
"You don't," said Ron. "At least not anymore."
"I bring you this nice breakfast and all I get is grief!"
Carmel gathered the empty juice glasses onto the tray.
"You call me if you want something else, okay?"
"Okay," said Ron, taking a bite of his bagel and lox. "Thanks,
Carmel."
Brian waited until the woman had gone back into the house
before he spoke. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me she was
here? She almost caught me with my dick in your mouth!"
"As opposed to her catching ME with your dick in my mouth,"
Ron replied in amusement.
"Whatever the fuck!" Brian grumbled. "Was she in the house
last night? I mean, when we were out here by the pool?"
Brian glanced over at the chaise lounge where they'd had a
loud, extended fuck session after taking a late swim.
"No," Ron reassured him. "Carmel and her mother, Maria,
used to live-in, but now they have a place in Silver Lake.
Carmel only comes in a few mornings a week to clean up
after me and do the shopping. The rest of the time she and
Maria work in a restaurant one of their nephews owns.
After she finishes up here this morning, she won't be back
again until Monday. So don't worry. She's not spying on us."
"You still should have warned me," Brian pouted.
"Poor Baby! I didn't think you were going to show up at the
breakfast table with guns blazing," said Ron. "Although it
is a nice way to start the day."
"Don't call me Baby," Brian griped.
"I will when it suits you," Ron said serenely. "Eat your bagel
like a good boy. And I still think your original idea is a good
way to start the day. I haven't taken my shower yet. What
about you?"
Brian sniffed himself. "Obviously not."
He picked up the bagel and took a bite. Whole wheat. His favorite
kind. Ron had made certain that all of his favorites were there
for him.
Brian sat back in the chair and chewed. The shower stall in Ron's
room was a nice one. The water pressure was a little low, but it
was roomy. Very roomy. Plenty of space to manoeuver. Brian
appreciated that. He liked starting the day with a nice, slippery
fuck. It put him in a good mood. And regardless of that little
misunderstanding with Ron's maid, it looked to be a pretty
good day.
Ron leveled his deep-set blue eyes at Brian and smiled. Then
he reached down and showed Brian what was stirring underneath
his own robe.
In fact, it looked to be a perfect day in L.A.