Seven Is My Lucky Number

Chapter 2

Chapter 2I-75 North of Orlando

Jake struggled to keep his motorcycle on a straight path as he headed south. The backpack was heavy, the duffle in the luggage rack hung over both sides of the bike, and his legs were getting tired from holding another bag between his knees. There’d been no way to bring his books. He doubted that he’d have any luck getting Pete to ship them to him when he had a permanent address. Pete said he would think about it. Jake truly hoped he’d never need his college textbooks again. He was sure Pete would have them out to the trash in twenty-four hours.

Halfway to Orlando he stopped to call an acquaintance of his. Larry lived just outside the city and worked for an organization that, among other things, passed out condoms at the local gay bars on Saturday nights. They’d met years ago at one of those bars and had kept loosely in touch. He was relieved when Larry told him he and his wife would be glad to give him a place to crash for a little while.

“But not for too long. You’ll want to get a job and be on your own quickly. You won’t have any privacy here.”

“Don’t worry,” Jake assured him. “I already had one offer but turned it down because I was living too far away. But there’s nothing for an actor up in rural Columbia County. So I decided I’ll just have to move to Orlando.” Larry didn’t know much about Pete, and Jake decided he preferred to keep it that way.

The small bedroom in Larry’s house was comfortable enough, and it was pretty basic. Not even a TV. But Jake didn’t care. He didn’t plan to be around for long. He would have to get a job—any kind of job—soon. With college loans to pay, he couldn’t afford to be without one. Maybe he could find someone who needed a roommate.

He spent the next couple of days on the computer checking out the job market. The possibilities weren’t numerous, but there were a few promising ones. While he was at it, he decided to apply for a grant to go back to school for his master’s degree. If he had to work menial jobs for a while, so be it, but getting a degree would expand the possibilities, perhaps even get him a job teaching in a college somewhere. He was willing to explore any avenue at this point.

Larry stuck his head in the door. “Hey, Jake,” he said, “Would you come with me to pass out condoms at the bars Saturday night? It’s Pride weekend, and they’re all going to be full. It will be tough getting around to every one of them if it’s just me. I could really use your help.”

“Sure, I’d be glad to help with that. What time do you want to start?”

“Maybe eight, eight-thirty. No sense in starting too early. Things won’t really get going until at least nine.”

“Great. I’ll be right here when you’re ready to go.”

“We should probably go in two vehicles,” Larry said. “We may have better luck getting to all the bars if we split up later in the evening.”

They set out at eight and headed toward the first bar, a piano bar that sometimes did begin to fill up earlier in the evening. And it was already full. Larry started at one end, Jake at the other. In half an hour they were on to the next place.

This one was packed. They struggled to squeeze between everyone, the pathway sometimes hopelessly blocked with bodies of all shapes and sizes. At times Jake felt the momentary pat on his behind or on his chest as a few guys felt compelled to express their admiration for his perfect body. He just smiled and let it go. He’d seldom gone to the bars before he met Pete and told himself he wasn’t fond of them, although he’d never really given them much of a try.

He finally met up with Larry at the other side of the bar. “Wow, if this keeps up, we’ll never make it through five more,” Larry said. “Let’s see how it goes at the next one. Maybe after that we’d be better off splitting up.”

The next bar was the same story. Nothing but people wall to wall. They spent an hour there, and when they finally met up again, Larry said, “Okay, I’ll go to Fandango, you go to The Open Closet. I’ll text you when I’m done. If you don’t hear from me, go on to Way Down South.”

“Gotcha.” They parted, heading in opposite directions.

Jake made it through The Open Closet more quickly than he expected, despite one guy who corralled him in a corner for several minutes, wanting his phone number. Not hearing from Larry, he set out for Way Down South.

Given that it was about one in the morning, with a full hour until closing, Jake figured he could slow down a bit and perhaps even talk to a few people. He began speaking with a middle-aged man, perhaps in his late thirties, very distinguished looking.

“I don’t remember seeing you in here before,” the man said, holding out his hand. “I’m Wyatt.”

“Jake Myers. Actually, I just came to Orlando. Decided to come here to look for a job.”

“Really? What do you do?”

“I’m an actor.”

“No kidding. Got experience?”

“Some. Had the lead in a couple of productions in college. Just got my degree.”

“Wow, I could really use someone like you. I own a restored mansion downtown near the park. In the late summer I turn it into a haunted house. I need someone every year to be a guide, and to keep people away from some of the more fragile or valuable things I have in the house. I park my classic car out front. It was used in several movies, so it’s worth a lot and I don’t like people getting too close to it. It takes a while to get the place ready, so I need someone who could start in early July. I open up around the twentieth of August or so, when people seem to start thinking about Halloween, even though it’s still early. You game?”

“Sure.”

“You’d have to dress in a Victorian era costume, or as a monk who guides people through the rooms, or maybe even as one of the monsters. I hire twenty-four actors in all.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Jake smiled.

“And you get paid for it. Here’s my card. Contact me next week if you’re interested. I’m just near the beginning of the hiring process, so I’m sure I’d have a place for you. But just to let you know, you might be playing a different character each night, depending on my needs.”

“All the more interesting,” said Jake. “Thanks. I’ll contact you next week.”

Jake continued around the bar. Looking at his watch, he saw it was coming up on 1:30. Just half an hour left. The bar was still crowded, so he picked up the pace a bit so that he’d make it all the way around before closing. He was almost all the way when he came upon two guys who refused to let him through.

“You know, Kirby,” said the taller of the two, “I don’t think we should let this guy through.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Kyle,” Kirby agreed. “He’s way better than anything we’ve been looking at all night. Look at these biceps.”

“And this chest,” replied Kyle as he put his hand under Jake’s shirt to run his hands through Jake’s chest hair. “And look, he came prepared. He’s brought condoms.”

“Hey, guys,” Jake laughed, “I’m just here passing them out, urging everyone to have safe sex.”

“Well, I’m sure we could put them to good use.” Kyle smiled. “Especially if you came home with us.”

Jake laughed again. He’d heard come-ons like that before, and usually just ignored them. “Where are you guys from?” he asked.

“Originally, or now?” asked Kyle. “Originally, I’m from a little town up north that I’d rather forget about. Now Kirby and I live just north of Orlando.”

“So you guys are partners?” Jake inquired.

“Yeah, we’ve been together for a while. How long is it, Kirby?”

“Five years. Five good years. But now we’re sometimes getting a little bored, aren’t we, Kyle? So we were thinking tonight about finding someone to help us spice things up.”

“But we didn’t find much since we came in here a couple of hours ago. Until you came along.”

“I’m flattered,” said Jake, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. He decided to deflect the conversation, hoping to cool things down, or at least slow things down. As he’d started out the evening essentially working as a volunteer, he hadn’t given any thought to getting lucky. In fact, he hadn’t thought about that at all since leaving Pete.

“What do you two guys do?” he asked.

“We’re both nurses,” Kirby offered. “Been doing that for a few years. We have a house together. We’re sane and stable, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Jake started to open his mouth to apologize, but Kyle cut in. “And we’re both quite safe. We have to stay that way because of what we do for a living. So we’ve never done this before, and we know we must be very careful about who we choose to do this with.”

“And there hasn’t been anyone in here that we thought we’d feel comfortable with,” said Kirby. “Not until you came along.”

“Well, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment,” Jake said.

“The first of many, I’m sure, if you spend some time with us.”

Jake’s head began to spin. It had been years since anyone had given him any compliments, and years since he’d felt like he deserved them. With Pete he always just seemed to be fulfilling a function, that being a good-looking younger guy on an older man’s arm. There’d never been any compliments after the first night.

“Tell us a little about yourself,” said Kirby, looking at him closely.

“Well,” Jake stammered, a little off balance. “I got my acting degree a few months ago. I’m here in Orlando looking for work, as there was none up north where I was living. And I just got out of a seven-year relationship, kind of suddenly, so I’m also looking for a place to live. I’m just crashing with a friend for a while right now.”

Kirby looked at Kyle, and the two exchanged a knowing glance.

“Are you over him?” asked Kyle.

Jake sighed. “After what he did to me, definitely,” he said.

“What did he do to you?” asked Kirby.

“He faked a robbery of a diamond necklace, and had the police arrest me for it.”

“What an asshole!” shouted Kyle.

“Yeah, and a lot of other things,” agreed Kirby. “So I’m guessing, if you never cheated on him, you’re completely safe.”

“I never cheated on him,” said Jake. “And I’m sure he didn’t, either, as he was older than me and there was little opportunity in rural Columbia County. With him it was more about ego than sex.”

“Columbia County! Oh my God, I think that might even be worse than the little town I’m from,” said Kyle. “Look, Jake, come home with us tonight. We’d like to get to know you better.”

“And we’re not just talking about your body,” Kirby added, “although I’m sure that will be fun.” He reached into Jake’s shirt to run his hand across Jake’s chest. “Stick around in the morning, we’ll make breakfast, and you can make yourself your first two new friends here in Orlando.”

* * * *

Jake found himself introspective as he followed Kyle and Kirby to their home north of the city. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything like this. It would have been before he’d met Pete. There’d been very few encounters before that as he’d been so young and unsure of himself. But then he’d met Pete and had been swept off his feet by the attention of the older, more mature and very masculine man. And he’d thought that Pete had wanted him, as well.

He did. But it turned out it was for all the wrong reasons.

Kyle and Kirby escorted him in, giving him a hug and welcoming him to their home. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” said Kyle. “Kick off your shoes, have a seat. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Actually, that would be kind of nice,” said Jake. “I haven’t had anything all evening, as it was sort of a work night for me. What have you got?”

“How about this bottle of wine?” He pulled a tall, blue bottle from the shelf.

“Yeah. That one’s from upstate New York, of all places,” said Kirby.

“What do you mean, of all places?” demanded Kyle. “We got that when we were up visiting my mother.”

“Kyle’s a little sensitive about the backwater in upstate New York he comes from.” Kirby laughed.

“Ithaca’s not a backwater. It’s got several big colleges, good ones. And over a hundred wineries nearby.”

“And some of them are quite good, I have to admit,” said Kirby. “This Riesling is one of my favorites. How about a toast? To new friendships. And great sex.”

“Slow down, partner,” said Kyle, giving Kirby the evil eye. “Let’s get to know each other a little first. Maybe Jake isn’t totally on board with this yet. Maybe he doesn’t want to do anything with us.”

“It’s okay,” Jake smiled. “But, yeah, let’s have our wine and talk a bit first. Tell me about how you two met.”

“We met in nursing school,” said Kyle, handing everyone a glass.

“Yeah, Kyle kind of leaned on me to make it through,” said Kirby.

“Not exactly. We were just study partners.”

“Which soon took on a somewhat imaginative concept,” added Kirby.

“Let’s just say we aced the exam on anatomy,” Kyle said wryly. “We’ve been together ever since.”

“And we couldn’t imagine it being otherwise,” Kirby smiled.

There was an awkward silence, as the three men struggled to find the next words. Finally, Jake asked, “So you two guys are sure about letting someone else into this beautiful relationship of yours?”

“Actually, we’ve been talking about it for some time,” Kyle answered without hesitation. “We’ve talked about the kind of man we’d be looking for. Someone that we both found attractive, of course, but when I say that I mean someone we really liked, not just someone hot.”

“Which you are,” Kirby interjected quickly.

“Yes,” said Kyle, “but we also found we just plain liked you. And we were both in agreement that we wanted you to come home with us.”

They’d finished their wine. “Does anyone want another glass?” Kyle asked.

Jake shook his head. “I’m good.” Kirby was shaking his head as well.

“In that case,” said Kyle, “would everyone like to move to the bedroom?”

As they walked down the hallway, Jake took another look at the two men. Kyle was tall and blond with a bushy mustache. His lanky frame made him the epitome of the all- American boy. Kirby was shorter, bearish, with a full beard and chest hair spilling out of his shirt. Standing in front of the bed, the two men stood on either side of Jake and began what could only be described as a worship session. They kissed his ears, then kissed and licked his neck. Kirby began to unbutton Jake’s shirt, slipping his hand inside to stroke his chest. Kyle lightly touched Jake’s n*****s, gently running his hand over them and over Jake’s chest as Kirby’s hand moved down to Jake’s stomach. Jake put his head back and closed his eyes, losing his thoughts in the sensation that was taking over. He’d never experienced anything like this. He felt someone unfastening his belt, his trousers and briefs dropping to the floor. A pair of hands gently caressed his buttocks, causing the hairs to raise up in arousal. A warm mouth swallowed his member as it quickly swelled to a full erection. A hand stroked his balls, then ran up and down his legs. He struggled to keep things from coming to an end too quickly.

The two men gently pushed him onto the bed, then quickly removed their clothes. Lying on the bed on either side of him, they began running their hands over his body, taking turns playing with his d**k, occasionally sucking on it. Then Kirby climbed on top of him, rubbing Jake’s c**k against his butt crack.

“Shouldn’t you put a condom on me?” Jake whispered, briefly remembering the purpose that had started his evening.

“We’re all safe, remember?” Kirby answered softly. “Don’t worry. Everything’s okay.”

Jake was well past the point of resisting as Kirby settled down on him, then began moving up and down.

“God, you feel good!” Jake moaned, as he began thrusting upward to meet Kirby’s downward motion. It took only a couple of minutes before Jake let out a shout and Kirby, sensing the man was reaching climax, settled down firmly on top of him.

Kyle leaned over Jake and gave him a long kiss as Kirby stood and kissed his partner on the neck. Then he gently turned Jake over, got back on the bed and slid his fat member inside Jake. Kyle then hopped onto the bed behind Kirby and entered him, sliding his long, thin d**k in slowly. For the next five minutes, the bed was a chorus of motion, the three men bouncing up and down as Kyle’s deep thrusts pushed Kirby inside Jake, which in turn pushed Jake into the mattress. The three men climaxed together in a series of shouts, sighs, and loud cuss words.

They remained like that for several minutes, frozen in their positions, no one wanting to withdraw. Finally, they separated, Kyle and Kirby rolling off Jake and settling on either side of him. Jake was the first to speak.

“That was, without a doubt, the best session I’ve ever had,” he breathed.

“Same here,” said the men in unison. “Same here.”