﻿UNRESOLVED DADDY ISSUES 1 by Nathan J Morissey SMASHWORDS EDITION * * * * * PUBLISHED BY: Nathan J Morissey on Smashwords Unresolved Daddy Issues 1 Copyright 2012 by Nathan J Morissey Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author's work. *** Please note that this story contains explicit homoerotic and homosexual content and is not appropriate for readers under 18. Mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised. This work of fiction is the product of the author’s imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places and events are unintended and purely coincidental. Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age. Disclaimer: The following story is for entertainment purposes only. The author takes no legal responsibility for any results of the sexual acts depicted in this story if you choose to practice them. Safe sex is encouraged and should always be practiced. Blog: http://www.nathanjmorissey.blogspot.com Facebook Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nathan-J-Morissey-Author/200385910028682?sk=wall Mailing List: http://thesolutionsreporters.us6.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=8268d361599c88ecf0b5fb893&id=a728561663 If you liked this ebook, please leave a review on whichever site you found this on. Good reviews help other readers a lot, which help me out too. *** Synopsis Secrets, lies, blackmail, fame, celebrity and scandals mark the Unresolved Daddy Issues series. Rising movie star Jett Coretti has everything going for him: a hot career, a huge mansion and a cute older boyfriend Chad. But Chad is keeping a secret that could potentially destroy their relationship. Meanwhile, Jett’s best friend Sam is having an affair with a married Vegas hotel mogul, but when he doesn’t get a commitment from him, blackmail and extortion become the name of the game. At the same time, Jett’s brother, rock star Scott Coretti could have any girl he wants, but why is he drawn to his backup dancer, the Asian muscle god Braden? Throw in a crazy starstruck stalker who wants to marry Jett and the story climaxes with exciting confrontational action. Unresolved Daddy Issues contains all the intrigue, sex, secrets, scandals and drama of the gay equivalent of a Jackie Collins novel. *** Part 1 Los Angeles, California, 2012 Freud said that unresolved issues from childhood can come back and bite you in the ass and Jett would be inclined to agree. His biggest unresolved childhood issue? He had major daddy issues. He only slept with hot daddy types. The naked man lying next to Jett Coretti in bed was delectable. The man was a 33 year old hunk. In fact, he looked like Henry Cavill, star of the 2011 movie The Immortals. Tall, dark, handsome, scruffy around the mouth, crisp green eyes, buff. Oh yes, so very buff. He was so buff that no matter what he was wearing, Jett could always see the hard definition of his abs, chest and arms through his clothes. Of course, since Chad was now completely naked, Jett didn’t have to resort to his imagination. Jett could see everything. And he liked what he saw. His stiff cock seemed to agree. From under the sheets, Jett’s hairy legs entwined with his lover’s hairy muscular ones. He felt himself growing excited. He wanted nothing more than to wake Chad up and made furious and passionate love to him. But Jett was too much of a gentleman. He knew Chad was exhausted after their nightly hour-long lovemaking, so he let him sleep. But still, after their intense sex fest, Jett still hungered for the older man. He was 22 and he had a thing for slightly older men, especially 33 year olds. In fact, Jett thought that was the sexiest age for a man to be. At 33, they’ll not too young and green, yet not too old and decrepit. It was the perfect age. To satisfy his urge to be close to his lover, Jett snuggled closer to Chad, who let out a sleepy moan. He lay on Chad’s warm shoulders. The heat spread from Chad to him, warming him up. Jett took a moment to admire his lover. In the moonlight, Chad was breathtakingly, achingly beautiful. Chad sported a healthy California tan. An amateur surfer, he had spent many hours in the ocean. Jett’s eyes wandered down his body. Oh yes, that body. Chad was also an avid weight trainer. In fact, he used to be a Chippendale dancer in Las Vegas. He was very well-built, with strong arms, a broad chest with minimal brown chest hair, and Taylor Lautner-like abs. Jett asked himself how he had been so lucky to end up with someone like Chad. They had met, of all places, at a gym in West Hollywood a year earlier. Jett was beefing up for a role in Fighters IV, a film series that was his breakthrough film and Chad was just being himself, working out for the sake of it. Wanting an excuse to talk to the hunk, Jett had asked him for exercise advice. “How do I get bigger arms?” he had asked. His eyes staring at Chad’s massive arms, he added, “You obviously know the secret.” Chad, being the friendly guy that he was, was happy to share. He had shown Jett some basic exercises and slowly, a friendship blossomed. They took their friendship to the next level one day in the change room. No one was around so Jett made the first move. He desperately wanted to find out whether the homosexual attraction was mutual, he had casually trailed his fingertips along Chad’s biceps in passing. Jett figured he couldn’t lose. If Chad was interested in him, then he would respond appropriately. If not, then Chad would just assume it had been an accident and let it pass. As it turned out, Chad turned his built body around to study Jett. Judging from the bulge in his black Nike gym shorts, Chad was turned on as hell. Seeing this sign, Jett acted quickly. He went up to Chad, wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his soft lips. Chad kissed him back in kind, reciprocating his passion. The next day, Chad came over to Jett’s apartment and they made love for the first time. A week later, they were lovers. And now, Chad was his. They were already living together. If it weren’t for California’s stupid anti-gay marriage law, they’d be married already. Seeing the loose strand of brown hair lying on his lover’s forehead, Jett gently brushed it aside for him. He then leaned down and caressed Chad’s soft lips with his. Fuck, man, he thought. His lips taste so damn good. Chad stirred slightly, but didn’t wake up. Jett sank down onto his man’s broad bare chest. Chad’s pecs were the most delicious he had ever tasted, but for now, they were a kind of safe support, a place for him to lay his weary head down. Chad’s warm chest made Jett feel safe and secure, just like a daddy. Of course, not a real biological daddy. Jett’s real father had been a prick. He was a loser, working a menial labor job in a factory, assembling computer parts. He had always put Jett down, always discouraged him. “What?! You wanna be an actor? You with no talent?” his father had said. Maybe that was why Jett craved an older male as a lover. He never got any love from his father as a child. Jett sniffed his lover’s chest. It smelled like a mixture of Old Spice Citrus and Chad’s undeniably masculine scent. He felt so safe and warm just lying there. Yes, he was sure his choice of older male lovers was a form of compensation for not having gotten any love from his father. A few strands of Chad’s chest hair brushed his nose, but he didn’t mind. No, not at all. Jett loved Chad’s sparse chest hair. His chest was mostly bare except for a few loose brown strands. It was great to rub his hands in. He tried to find some comfort in Chad’s muscled chest, but he couldn’t. Something was troubling him. Jett glanced at the alarm clock. It was 2 am, but he couldn’t sleep. You see, Jett had a problem. Jett Coretti was a raging homosexual. But he was also intensely masculine, so no one suspected a thing. Unfortunately for him, he worked in an industry in which only straight male actors could advance and become big-time action movie stars. After all, how many leading gay men could you name? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was certainly tall, athletic and handsome enough to be a leading man. With his short blond hair, athletic and tall body and crisp blue eyes, he was the typical action star. He looked like a Nordic god, kind of like Ryan Philippe. How fair was it that his sexual orientation, something he couldn’t control, could destroy his career? Ever since his first movie, Fighters IV, put him on the map, people were waiting to see what he would do next. He was a rising star in every way. Offers had come flying in left and right: the lead in a romantic comedy, the lead in a mystery murder, and the second lead in a period drama featuring an ensemble cast. But Jett had turned them all down. He wanted to become a big screen tough guy/action star and so, he decided he would accept only action roles. In the end, his agent negotiated a much higher salary for starring in the next installment in the series, Fighters V. The premiere was in a week. But how long could he keep his sexual orientation a secret from the nosy paparazzi? If his homosexuality were ever discovered, it’d be all over Variety and the rest of the trade mags and it would be the end of his Hollywood career as he knew it. The day before, a noisy photographer had almost caught him holding hands with Chad, but Jett had run into a store at the last minute, so the photographer couldn’t see who he was. It had been so close, he thought, as he lay there in the dark stillness. Too close. Chad’s chest rose up and down and Jett’s head went with it. Jett lifted his head and stared at Chad. How he wished he could be like Chad, someone with no ambitions of greatness, fame or wealth whatsoever. Chad was a firefighter in Inglewood, a suburb in Los Angeles. That was his dream job. He didn’t want to be anything more. After Jett made his splash with the summer blockbuster Fighters IV, his debut movie, he bought a three-story house in West Hollywood and Chad had moved right in. Chad was happy just to fight fire during the day, and come back to his young lover at night. On the other hand, Jett would never be happy until he was the world’s greatest action star. And of course, the more famous someone is, the more the tabloids would dig and talk. Jett sighed. Having a career crisis was no fun. Should he just come out now and let everyone know that he was gay? Or should he wait until after he was already a famous action star? Beside him, Chad stirred. Jett looked at his lover. Chad’s eyes opened, revealing those intensely green eyes that made Jett crazy for him. “Hey, baby,” said Chad. His voice was deep, low, husky. Jett felt a tingling in his groin just listening to his male lover’s voice. “Hey, babe,” Jett said back. “You OK?” asked Chad, folding his arms behind his head. His rippling arm muscles started to make Jett wet down there. Being the sensitive older male, Chad always knew when something was wrong. “Yeah, babe. Go back to sleep.” Chad ran a hand through the stubble on his chin. “You sure? You seem distracted.” “Just career stuff, babe. Fighters V premieres next week. Just nervous.” “You’ll be fine.” He smiled reassuringly. Using one finger, he started tracing circles on Jett’s left nipple. Jett sucked in his breath and then exhaled. “Oh, babe. You know what that does to me.” His eyes twinkling, Chad said, “I know, babe. I know.” As the pleasurable sensations rippled through Jett’s body, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it. All his career troubles melted away when he was with his boyfriend. Propping up his head with one hand, Chad said, “You know what would make you less nervous?” “What?” “Some body on body.” Jett smiled. It was his favorite sexual activity with his baby. Chad would be buck naked and then he would press his body down on Jett’s naked body, so that they were face to face. Then, their cocks would touch and they would start to rub their genitals furiously against each other. It never failed to make them both come, usually at the same time. Chad got up and straddled Jett. Jett admired his lover’s enormously hung cock. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Chad then lowered his body down so that they were face to face, but not all the way so that their bodies were touching. He hovered in mid air. Jett’s heart wouldn’t stop racing. His mouth was dry. His skin was on fire with the anticipation. “Please, babe,” he said. “Don’t tease me.” Chad laughed, a deep sexy chuckle that made Jett’s muscles ache with desire. Chad wrapped both arms around Jett’s back and soon, their bodies were parallel with each other. Strands of Chad’s dark hair reached down and caressed Jett’s forehead. As Jett stared into those beautiful green eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Chad reached down and kissed his lover’s lips. Jett reciprocated in full. As they made out passionately, Chad began rubbing his aching erection against Jett’s throbbing cock. Jett whimpered as their cocks touched. He loved cock on cock action. Cock against cock was the most pleasurable homosexual activity he had ever experienced. Chad had introduced him to the pleasures of it and now, he couldn’t get enough. Slowly, Chad began rocking against Jett’s body, making sure that each movement allowed his cock to scrape gently against Jett’s shaft. Their balls began banging against each other. Chad continued to grind his groin against his lover’s. He knew what Jett liked. He knew which movements would make his young lover come. Jett’s cock pulsated. The pleasures rippled throughout his body. He closed his eyes and groaned. Chad knew the signs when he saw them. Jett was ready to come. “Fuck, baby! I wanna come!” Jett cried, gripping his lover’s strong back. Chad made one final thrust against Jett’s shaft. Their balls knocked into each other as their cocks met and became one. “That. Feels. So. Fucking. Good!” said Jett as he prepared to come. Soon, both Jett and Chad came at once, spilling creamy milky white semen all over each other. Chad’s warm and sticky cum splashed onto Jett’s pubic area while Jett’s cum squirted all over Chad’s chiseled lower abdomen. Chad collapsed next to Jett. For a moment, the two lovers were silent as they allowed the pleasurable orgasms to make their way through their bodies. Jett intertwined his legs with Chad’s and they spooned. Fuck yeah, thought Chad. That was so good. Ah, thought Jett. There was nothing like a good orgasm with your lover that relieves anxiety. In a while, Jett sat up again, stroking his man’s hard nipples. “I love you so much, daddy.” Chad grinned. “Right back at cha, son.” Jett loved it when Chad called him son. And Chad loved it when Jett called him daddy. “I know what we can do now,” said Jett. “What, boy?” Jett glanced down at Chad and noticed his cock was still semi-erect. “It looks like daddy’s still horny. I wanna snack on your cock.” “Be my guest, babe.” So, Jett started sucking on his man’s enormous genitals. He was always impressed with Chad’s dick. Seven inches and thick like an Italian sausage. As Jett continued to service Chad’s genitals with his tongue, Chad felt a tad guilty. Something was on his mind. On the bedside table, Chad’s cell phone buzzed. It sounded like an incoming text. Jett looked up. “Who could be texting you at this hour?” Chad reached for his phone and shut it off. “No one important.” He took his young lover’s head and steered it back toward his cock. “Keep it coming, babe.” But Jett could sense the uneasiness and worry in his man’s voice. You see, Chad was keeping a secret from his young lover. And this secret, if revealed, would destroy his relationship with Jett. *** Part 2 Las Vegas, Nevada, 2012 Meanwhile.... Amid the ringing of slot machines, the din of conversation and the rank smell of second hand smoke, Sam Page was dealing blackjack at the Forbidden Palace Hotel and Casino. But his mind wasn’t on the game. His hands were merely going through the motions. He was thinking about something else. Sam Page, Jett’s best friend, had a big problem. He was having an affair with a married man. As if that wasn’t enough, the married man was also a well known businessman and CEO. And as if that wasn’t enough, he was also Sam’s boss. And he refused to leave his wife for his young male lover. At 35, Lucas DuMais was the Founder and CEO of The Forbidden Palace, a posh and luxurious Chinese-inspired hotel right next to Luxor on the Vegas Strip. He had assembled a consortium of multi-millionaire investors and got them all riled up. It had taken five years to build but when it was finally complete, it was a smash hit. Tourists loved the luxury and exoticism of The Forbidden Palace. But Lucas’ business success was only one reason Sam was in love with him. Lucas was also the sexiest French-Algerian he had ever laid eyes on. Tall, strong, big brown eyes, bald muscular body, a great sense of style - what more could a young gay man of 22 that had major daddy issues hope for in an older boyfriend? He was also very into black men and the fact that Lucas was of mixed black and white ancestry was a bonus. It made him look like that actor on the TV show Criminal Minds, Shemar Moore. Sam dealt another round of blackjack. A man in a black suit had $500 riding on a hand. “Blackjack!” exclaimed Sam, and then paid the man. A round of cheers and applause erupted at the table. Sam forced himself to grin. At least somebody was happy. Sam was head over heels in love with Lucas. And he was sick of his empty promises. Lucas had claimed he would leave his wife when his daughter was older, but Sam was tired of waiting. He wanted it now. He wanted his man all to himself. And he would make that clear tonight. And if Lucas didn’t listen, then there would be hell to pay. Soon, it was the end of his shift. Most of his customers had left the table. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking and then quickly slipped a $100 chip into his jacket pocket. These extra perks were the only reason he kept slaving away at his minimum wage job. You’d think that doing the boss meant that he could quit his crappy job, but Lucas had wanted Sam to keep working at his casino to keep up appearances. He didn’t want anything to seem suspicious. But Sam had other ideas. Sam wanted to quit his stupid dealer job and be pampered and taken care of by the millionaire businessman. And he decided he would do something about that when they met for their weekly tryst that night. *** According to the VIP room-service menu, six long-stem strawberries and one bottle of chilled champagne cost $55, not including Nevada state tax, a service charge and a 19% gratuity. And yet, Lucas had spent money liberally because he wanted nothing but the best for his young lover. Lucas and Sam were lying in a luxurious king-size bed, both fully clothed. They were in the Erotic Suite of The Palms Hotel and Casino, because Lucas couldn’t risk having a rendezvous in his own Forbidden Palace Hotel and Casino. It would have been too easy to be spotted. No, they definitely needed a clandestine room and the Palms, off strip, was the perfect location for their weekly tryst. The lighting dimmed as Lucas pulled his lover in for a kiss. Sam closed his eyes and kissed him back. Lucas’ lips were soft and his tongue was busy. “Why, hello to you too,” said Sam. “I missed my baby so much, what with board meetings and stockholder meetings and every other meeting taking up my time this week. It took forever to find some time when we can be alone, but I did it,” said Lucas, flashing his white teeth. “I’ll always make time for people that are important to me.” Sam beamed. He took a moment to admire Lucas’ face. At 35 years old, he had a certain mature charm about him. His bald head made him look mature, but there was a certain innate mature quality that attracted Sam like bees to honey. He was his big black daddy and Sam couldn’t be more aroused. Lucas poured Sam a glass of champagne and then fed his young lover a strawberry. Sam opened his mouth to receive it. He closed his mouth, but not before getting a taste of Lucas’ fingers. He licked Lucas’ dark fingers and Lucas let him. The act was sensual and emotional at the same time. Lucas pulled Sam into him. Sam sighed. He was in a state of bliss. And he had figured out what exactly was Lucas’ mature quality. It was the way he took care of his young lover, much like a father would. An older parent type would pour champagne and feed strawberries to Sam. And Sam loved every minute of it. Like Jett, Sam’s own father had not been the ideal father figure. Sam’s father had abandoned his family when he was young and as a result, Sam had never known paternal love...until he met Lucas. That day, only a few months earlier, Sam had been hired as a dealer by the pit boss and was dealing blackjack for the first time. Lucas was coming down for a tour of his facilities when he saw Sam. There he was, standing there looking so deliciously cute in his bowtie and uniform. He had had a strong attraction to other men before, but he never acted on them. He didn’t think it was natural to like other men, so he forced himself to like women instead. He even married one, the cold-hearted bitch Marie. But now that he had been married to her for four years, he knew he had made a big mistake. But it was too late, for their daughter had already been born. And for her sake, he wanted to stay with the mother. He too had grown up without a father and he knew how difficult that could be for the kids. But still, the homosexual attraction had been too strong to deny. Just one look in Sam’s dark green eyes and he was hooked. He had always been into younger men, especially those in their early 20’s. That evening, Lucas had invited Sam into his office and made a move. Sam was only too happy to reciprocate. And there, right on the wooden mahogany table, Lucas took Sam’s anal virginity. From then on, they had been having their weekly trysts in the Erotic Suite at the Palms. Lucas started to undress Sam, unbuttoning the top button of Sam’s dress shirt. Then, he reached one hand down his young lover’s chest, stroking it with his fingers. Sam moaned. “That feels good.” He put one hand on Lucas’ groin, feeling the bulge. “Does daddy want a blowjob?” Lucas smiled. “That’d be great, babe. I’ve had such a stressful week. A blowjob would really relax me.” He stared at the 22 year old. The guy was a kid. Just barely out of college. Barely legal. He considered himself so lucky to have him. After all, Sam was exactly Luca’s type. Sam was a skinny, lanky kind of guy. That was exactly Lucas’ type. He had always wanted a young man as a lover. With Sam’s dark green eyes and his mop of black hair that fell casually over his eyes, Sam was exactly the kind of lover that Lucas was looking for. He liked youth. He liked soft, smooth skin. He liked them young and energetic and innocent and virginal. He liked sweet young men that look like pretty girls, but weren’t. That said, Sam was as much Lucas’ type as Lucas was Sam’s type. Sam loved older, mature men...and all the wealth and success and maturity associated with it. A daddy type looking for a son type and a son type looking for a daddy type. They found each other. It was perfect. It didn’t get much better than that. Sam unzipped Lucas’ fly. A thick pulsating wiener popped out. He bent his head down and sucked his daddy off. Lucas sucked in a breath, closed his eyes and gasped. “Oh, god, yeah!” Sam’s tongue busily lapped the fleshy, meaty sausage while his mouth sucked it like a vacuum cleaner. His face was smothered by Lucas’ blond pubic hair. When Lucas was about to come, Sam pulled away. Juicy milky cum spilled everywhere, like a tsunami of man juice. Some of it hit Sam on the chin, but that didn’t bother him. He wiped the cum off his chin with one finger and put the finger in his mouth. “I love it when you swallow my cum,” said Lucas. “I like having my seed in you.” “I know,” said Sam. Lucas wiped his sweaty face and smiled. “You always know how to make me come, babe.” Sam smiled back and then examined the room. There was a wet bar, a multiple LCD and plasma TV, a jacuzzi, a separate living room and a loveseat. Just beyond the balcony was a lovely view of the Vegas Strip, not too far away. He could see the Trump Hotel and Casino. He could see the millions of flashy lights in the background, twinkling like the stars above. He was in one of the most luxurious suites in the entire hotel and he had a hot guy in bed with him. Why wasn’t he happy? *** Later that evening, they moved into the jacuzzi beside the balcony. The air conditioning was blasting so strong that the hot water on their bodies felt delightful. Sam was sitting on Lucas’ lap and Lucas had his black arms wrapped around his young male lover’s chest, pinching his hardening nipples. Steam rose out of the bubbling hot tub as the two loves enjoyed each other’s flesh and skin. It was times like this that made Sam’s life perfect, but the gnawing in his heart was getting to him. Lucas pressed his stiffening cock against Sam’s anus. He whispered in Sam’s ear, “Boy, you’re making me horny again. It’s only been five minutes since I came too. That’s a new record. Wanna get nasty in here too?” Sam sighed. Not even Lucas’ breathy voice in his ear cheered him up. Lucas noticed something was up. “What’s wrong, babe?” “I think you know. Why can’t I quit my job? I just want to be pampered and spoiled by you. And why can’t you leave that bitch Marie? You don’t even love her.” Lucas moved Sam so that they were face to face. “Look, I told you, he said softly. “I don’t love my wife. I got her pregnant by accident, but now I have a beautiful daughter. I just want to give my daughter a good life. I don’t want her to be a child of divorce.” Sam winced. It was the same old argument over and over again. He tried to use sex as a weapon. He licked Lucas’ earlobe and whispered, “Come on, baby. We’re so good together. We both know you have no interest in women. Why torture yourself like that?” Then, he ran his hands along Lucas’ chest, feeling his hard ab muscles, then down to his erect cock. “If you get rid of your wife, you and I can enjoy each other without looking over our shoulders every time,” Sam said. For a moment, Lucas looked placated. “That does sound tempting....” But then, his cell phone rang and he reached over to pick it up from the table next to the jacuzzi. “Hi, Marie,” he said. Sam rolled his eyes. It was her. The wife. “No, I’m just at a meeting,” said Lucas. “Yes, another meeting. Yes, this late at night. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Don’t wait up. OK, bye.” He hung up. Sam gave him the evil eye. Lucas shrugged. “What? It’s my wife. I have to take it.” “I don’t like it when you answer your cell in the middle of our special time together. We only do this once a week. This time is special to me.” “It’s special to me too,” protested Lucas. “But if I don’t answer it, then Marie will get suspicious. She’s always keeping tabs on me.” “When are you going to leave her? She’s obviously making your life miserable.” Sam turned around, crossing his arms. It was a sign that he was upset. Lucas let out a long slow breath. He then placed an arm on his young lover’s shoulder. “Baby, just be patient. In a few years, I’ll leave her soon and we can finally be together.” For a moment, Sam wanted to relent. He wanted to fall into his lover’s arms, place his head on his chest and allow Lucas to comfort him. He may be young but he wasn’t stupid. Married men say that they’ll leave their wives all the time, but they never do. So, Sam decided to be strong. He was smart and bold and gutsy. He knew when to play certain cards when he had to. “If you don’t leave your wife, then I’ll tell a certain government agency about a certain bank account with $15 million in it in a certain Caribbean island,” he said. Lucas’ face immediately grew serious. “I told you that in confidence. That secret can never get out. The IRS would have my head. They’ll indict me for tax evasion.” “I know. If I can’t be with you, then I’ll ruin you.” Lucas swallowed. The lump in his throat was growing. He suddenly felt itchy all over. The truth was that Lucas didn’t care much for Sam. That’s why he didn’t promote him to pit boss from a humble dealer. That’s why he didn’t offer to buy him an apartment in the Las Vegas area, even though Lucas could easily afford to. That’s why he had no intention of leaving his wife. Lucas was just using Sam for sex. He could afford to buy hundreds of pretty young men. They were a dime a dozen to him. Power and money always attracted eager and hungry youth. To Lucas, Sam was merely a plaything, meant to be used a couple times and tossed aside. Another one was right around the corner. Unfortunately, he had made the stupid mistake of telling Sam about his offshore bank account during one drunken night. He had regretted it ever since and had vowed never to drink when he’s playing with his boy toys. He looked at Sam, who had a triumphant look on his face. Lucas tried to swallow, but couldn’t. He felt trapped. He didn’t know what to do. This was one hell of an ultimatum. *** Part 3 Miami, Florida, 2012 The next day... Jett’s brother, Scott Coretti, looked nothing like Jett. Where Jett was blond, Scott had a tangled mess of jet black curls. Where Jett had blue eyes, Scott had big brown ones. Where Jett was muscular, Scott was lean and toned. Yes, the Coretti brothers were both hot, gorgeous and famous. Jett and Scott Coretti. One was an up-and-coming movie star and the other was an up-and-coming rock star. But what were the odds of both of them being gay? Who would have guessed that? Certainly not Scott. He knew his brother was gay, ever since he caught him whacking it to Brad Pitt’s photos on the internet. But Scott was cool with it. It was just that he had had his share of girlfriends over the years and at 23, he felt pretty sure of his own sexuality. Sure, he had had homosexual attractions to other boys growing up, but he thought that everybody was attracted to both genders. It was just that some, like him, didn’t act on it. Over the years, he had had many chances to hook up with another guy. It had been tempting, but he continued to convince himself that he was straight. Now, it had reached the boiling point. Under the intense Miami sun, Scott laid eyes on Braden Wong. Braden was an Asian muscle god in his mid 30’s. He was wearing white pants and a white cotton muscle shirt that revealed his toned, muscled, tanned arms. He was tall for an Asian guy, a good 6’1 and weighed about 180 pounds, most of it muscle. He was the buffest Asian guy Scott had ever seen. Braden’s face contained many uniquely Asian features: the epicanthic fold that made his eyes look sexy, the strong and defined cheek bones, and short spiky black hair. He may have been Chinese, Japanese, or Vietnamese. Hell, he could have been any kind of nese, because Scott didn’t really care. All he knew that he wanted to make out with Braden and then snack on his fat, thick Asian sausage. As the heat bore down on him, Scott tried to clear his head. Come on now, he told himself. Concentrate. Braden is your back up dancer. And you’re here to do a concert. Focus. You’re on the Heat Tour, the first tour of your professional career. Do you really want to mess it up because you were distracted? Scott looked around. It was 5 pm, and the sky was aflame with the vivid scarlet of the summer sun. The waves were rolling back and forth on the shore, creating a pleasantly hypnotic sound. He was on a makeshift stage in beautiful sandy South Beach, about to start rehearsal for his concert later that evening. The show had been sold out in five minutes. 15,000 people would be crowding the beach soon just to hear his sultry smooth baritone voice and see him gyrate his hips suggestively. After many years of backbreaking hard work, he had finally made it as a pop/rock singer. His first single, Baby I Want You, debuted at number one on the BillBoard Top 100 chart only three months earlier and then his album had been certified platinum when it sold millions of copies in mere weeks. “The best is yet to come,” Marvin, his plump balding manager and agent, had said. Scott had sent a demo tape to Marvin, who signed him immediately after hearing his amazing voice and then got him a deal with Interscope Records. Then, there were the music video, endless TV interviews and late night talk show appearances. Scott had been elated, but soon, the elation wore off as the tour began. He was nervous. This tour could make or break him. He didn’t have much experience singing live, so he needed all the practice he could get. He snuck a glance at Braden Wong, who was doing calf stretches on the stage. The way he was lunging showed off his trim, fit figure. Scott could almost see the tree trunk leg muscles on the Asian man. Staring at Braden, Scott suddenly had a craving for Chinese food. Yes, that’s right. He wanted a little piece of dim sum. Then, Braden stretched his upper body, raising his arms above his head. This action caused his shirt to be lifted, exposing his smooth, hard stomach. Scott’s mouth dropped. He wouldn’t be surprised if he were drooling. Braden’s washboard stomach looked as hard as hardwood floor. It even glimmered like a freshly cleaned one. The Asian man had killer abs. Scott tried to stop staring, but it was impossible. The Asian man’s abs were hypnotic. Then, their eyes met. As Scott stared into Braden’s big brown eyes, he felt both a stirring and a certain moisture in his groin. Braden looked away nonchalantly, but not before giving him a little smirk. It was not an arrogant smirk. It simply said, I know you want me and I find it amusing. Maybe I should toy with you a little. And if Braden was toying with him, it was definitely working. Scott was feeling all hot and bothered. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and he was sure it had nothing to do with the Miami heat. Stop staring at him, Scott told himself. For the love of God, you have a girlfriend. Thinking of his girlfriend caused his erection to subside. Maybe he really did like guys. After all, that would explain why he had been unable to perform in bed with Natalia. Natalia Marquez. Just the name alone evoked the image of a hot exotic girl in the minds of men. And just like the fantasy, Natalia Marquez was, in fact, a hot girl. Half Puerto Rican and half Colombian, Natalia was a top tier, highly sought after international supermodel. Having burst onto the international modeling stage just months earlier, she had strutted down the catwalks of Paris, Milan and New York City. Long waist-length black hair, piecing green eyes, a wide sensual mouth, 5’10, 150 pounds - Natalia Marquez was a sexy beauty queen. Scott had met her when he was shooting his debut music video. She was the chick in his video. For her, it had been lust at first sight. For him, it had been lukewarm at best. He knew he should have been more aroused. Hell, she was drop dead gorgeous. Any straight guy would have given both arms to be with her. But it was she who made the first move. It was she who asked him out. It was she who initiated the first kiss when they were sitting in his Maserati. And it was he who backed away. He remembered how she had reached down and felt his limp cock. They locked eyes. It was then that she understood. And it was then that he began questioning his sexuality. Why was it that every time he tried to get with a girl, he wasn’t excited, his heart didn’t pound and his dick stayed flaccid? That was when he understood that he was quite possibly homosexual. And soon, he knew he wanted to act on his feelings. For the sake of appearances, he continued to date Natalia. She was thrilled to be seen in public with a cute rising rock star like Scott Coretti. And Scott needed to be seen dating a hot supermodel to prevent the tabloids from speculating on his sexuality. Scott continued to stare at Braden. Maybe I should stop lying to myself, he thought. Maybe it’s finally time to have my first homosexual encounter with another man. Maybe then I could finally climax in bed. God knows my three ex-girlfriends have complained about my inability to perform more than enough. His thoughts were interrupted by a shrill voice. Shirley, the concert director, a petite lady with flaming red hair, called out, “OK. It’s time to start rehearsal.” Three more backup dancers joined the stage and lights started flashing. The sun was now setting and it was getting dark. Catchy pop music began to play. “OK,” shouted Shirley. “Launch into Baby, I Want You whenever you’re ready, Scott.” Scott finally tore his gaze away from Braden. The three other male backup dancers were raging hot too, but Scott only had eyes for the Asian one. He had always been drawn to Asian men. He loved their mongoloid features. In fact, the first man he had ever jerked off to was a sexy Asian internet porn star called Peter Wu. Alright, he thought. Enough. Focus! He mentally prepared himself to give a performance. When the introduction of the song was over, Scott launched right into Baby, I Want You. He shook his ass and gyrated his hips. He used his huskiest voice as the song reached a climax. Shirley was nodding with approval. But then something very interesting happened. Scott was singing the chorus when he stepped back and his hand accidentally hit someone. He turned around and to his surprise, he realized that his hand had grazed the cock of one Braden Wong. Since Braden was wearing tight sports shorts, Scott’s hand clearly felt the hard bulge of the Asian man through the flimsy material. Scott’s face reddened. He was embarrassed beyond belief. At the same time, his own hardening cock told him how much he had enjoyed it. He looked into Braden’s face. Braden gave him a small grin and then thrust his groin out at him subtly. Braden had obviously liked it too. *** The concert was a huge success. Scott felt great. Endorphins flooded his brain. He always felt euphoric after every concert. The applause, the cheers, the unwavering adoration of the masses - that was what he lived for. Backstage, Shirley clapped as Scott approached. “Great job as always, Scott. That’s why you’re a star.” He smiled. “Thanks, Shirley.” He couldn’t stop thinking about Braden. That expression on his face after Scott had accidentally brushed his cock. It was enough to keep him aroused throughout the entire concert. He wanted to see him. He wasn’t sure what he would do when he saw him. He thought he would allow his horny self to take over. “You know that Asian backup dancer?” he said to Shirley. She nodded. “You mean Braden. What about him?” “What’s his story?” She looked at him strangely, but didn’t question him. “He’s a nice guy. He auditioned to be your backup dancer here in Miami.” He nodded. “Do you know why? Was he just looking for a job or was he a fan of mine?” “I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” “No reason. I’m heading to my dressing room now. I’ll talk to you later.” A puzzled expression on her face, Shirley nodded. “Sure. Good night.” After Shirley left, Scott wrote a note asking Braden to come meet him in his dressing room. Maybe it was the post adrenaline rush, but he was feeling particularly brave and gusty that evening. He ached for Braden. He wanted the Asian man so badly he could barely breathe. A young assistant walked past. “Do you need anything, Mr. Coretti?” “Yeah. Give this note to Braden, that Asian dancer, won’t you?” Along with the note, Scott stuffed a five-dollar bill in the assistant’s hand. The assistant smiled. “Sure thing, Mr. Coretti.” Five minutes later, Scott was in his dressing room when a knock came. “Who is it?” he asked. “It’s Braden.” The sound of his sensual voice, deep and low aroused Scott. “Come in,” said Scott. Braden opened the door, his face all sweaty. The concert had only just ended and Braden didn’t have time to clean up. Scott watched as the sweat rolled down the Asian man’s face, drenching his cotton white muscle shirt. The man was a big mass of delicious muscles. Braden said, “You called for me?” Scott nodded. “I think we both know what this is about.” Braden nodded. “Sure I do.” Then, he glanced at his crotch. “I really liked it when you touched me there.” Scott grinned shyly as his heart beat wildly. Braden took off his shorts, and then his tight Calvin Klein underwear. Surrounded by black pubic hair, his enormous cock popped right out. The stereotype of Asians having a small dick was totally wrong. Braden’s cut cock was at least seven inches. Braden looked boldly at Scott. “Why don’t you touch me there again?” Scott reached out his trembling hands. He couldn’t believe he was going to feel another guy’s cock. He placed his hand gently on Braden’s erect dick. It felt warm, fleshy and meaty. Slowly, he tugged away at it. Braden rolled his eyes back and moaned. “God, that feels good. Don’t stop.” It was Scott’s first time doing anything with another guy. And he had never felt more excited, not even when he lost his virginity to Cindy Maggles, the hot cheerleader in high school. Scott leaned in and kissed his Asian dim sum. Braden’s lips were soft and buttery. Scott was totally lost in them. They made out for a while and after, Scott pulled away. “What’s wrong?” asked Braden. “Nothing,” said Scott. “Just thinking.” He was thinking about how happy he was, but he was also scared. It was his first time with a guy and there were butterflies in his stomach. As if reading his mind, Braden said, “First time?” Suddenly shy, Scott looked away and nodded. Braden placed his arms around Scott, pulling him into him. What excited Scott most about Braden was the way he cradled him so gently, so lovingly. “Don’t be afraid,” the Asian guy said. “It’s gonna be OK. It’s gonna be OK.” “I like it when you hold me close,” whispered Scott. Braden smiled. Scott was now pressed tightly against Braden’s body. He could feel every muscle and sinew. Cautiously, he placed a hand on the Asian man’s chest. It was exactly as hard as he had imagined. In response, Braden held Scott’s hand. Scott really liked that. Like his brother Jett, Scott had always felt mistreated by his own father, who had been abusive, insulting and unpaternal. That was why Scott was now drawn to older men. Even when he was a teen with homosexual desires, he had been attracted to men in their early to mid 20’s. He just liked to be pampered and taken care of by older men. He loved the feelings of safety, comfort and security that older men could provide. Their strong arms signified home. And everybody wanted a place to belong to, to call home. Braden breathed out, his breath caressing Scott’s cheek. Now fully hard, Scott could smell the Asian man. He had a mild and pleasant scent, like Dove’s soap. It smelled refreshing and sexy at the same time. “You’re so fucking hot. I fucking love Asian men,” said Scott. “And I love cute white boys,” said Braden. “You know, I auditioned to be your backup dancer on purpose. When I saw your music video on MTV, I thought you were so cute. I just knew I had to meet you in person.” Scott grinned and kissed him. They became locked in an intimate embrace. Braden started stroking Scott’s cock. Scott looked down and saw the bulge in his own pants. It was then that he realized something. He was definitely gay. Only one problem: how was he going to keep this from Natalia? He couldn’t afford to break up with her. He needed her for his career. Being seen with her was giving him much needed publicity. The world didn’t have a single gay rock star and he didn’t intend to be the first. Who knew what kind of damage it could do to his career? His entire selling point was the possibility of women sleeping with him. If he couldn’t sell that, then he was ruined. He didn’t feel bad for using Natalia, because she was using him just as much. She knew he was gay, yet she had insisted on staying with him. She thought that being seen with a young rock star would help her career, allowing her to get lucrative product endorsement deals. They promised each other that for the time they were together, they wouldn’t fool around with other people. Yet, looking into hunky Braden’s eyes, Scott knew he was powerless to resist. Should he tell Braden he couldn’t start anything with him and chuck away the only good thing in his life? Or should he be true to himself and toss Natalia aside, choosing the sexy Braden and ultimately, being happy? He knew he couldn’t do both. It would be too hard. He didn’t have much time to think, because at that moment, the door opened and Shirley barged in. “There are fans outside waiting for your autograph. Do you want to....?” She stopped in mid sentence when she saw Scott and Braden locked in their hot embrace. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had company....” Shit, thought Scott. None of my staff knows this about me. I wonder how she’ll use this new information.... *** Part 4 Los Angeles, California, 2012 Meanwhile... Agnes Skinner was a 250-pound 47 year-old lady with rolls of fat around her neck and breath that reeked of garlic and dead fish. She had a mop of red hair, beedy little eyes and yellow teeth. She looked like an overweight raggedy ann doll. Yet, she thought highly of herself. She thought she was beautiful and she definitely deserved to land a movie star husband. A movie star like Jett Coretti. As she stared at Jett Coretti’s handsome face in People magazine, she knew she had it bad for him. She was in love. Those beautiful blue eyes, that lock of messy blond hair, that body, that strut, that swagger, that confidence. He was a young James Dean. Ever since she saw him in Fighters IV, she had been in love with him. When he kicked the bad guy’s ass and saved the girl, Agnes was sold. She knew she had to have him. Jett Coretti seemed like the kind of gentle and understanding yet masculine man she needed in her life. All her life, nobody had given a shit about her. After the death of her mother, her father entered into a life of crime, going in and out of prison. As a result, Agnes was shuffled around from relative to relative. When her relatives got sick of her, foster families stepped in. But they only wanted her for the monthly stipend that the government was doling out. When Agnes was 18, she left her fourth foster family and never looked back. Years later, she became an in-demand paparazzo working for Star magazine. It was she who got the most prized photograph of all: the first picture of the baby of Venus and Billy Walsh, the Hollywood power couple. She fetched $250,000 for that photo. And now, she had her sights set on Jett Coretti. And when Agnes wanted something, she always got it. Always. Not matter what. Her tough childhood had made her determined and resilient. So she sent him a letter with a picture of herself posing in a bikini on Venice Beach. In that letter, she had professed her undying love for him and suggested that they were destined to be together in this lifetime, because they had been together in a past one. But he hadn’t responded to the letter...yet. But that was OK. She understood he was busy, but she wanted a response soon. Or else she would take matters into her own hands. She never considered herself a stalker, but she was willing to go the extra mile to get close to Jett. After all, they were destined to be together. She just knew it. She believed in past lives and reincarnation and the minute she laid eyes on Jett, she knew they were meant to be lovers in every lifetime. She had found her soul mate. Now, all she had to do was to make Jett Coretti aware of her existence. She had to be make him realize that she was his soul mate. She was certain that the minute he saw her, he would recognize that they had an intense connection, proclaim that he had fallen madly in love with her, and then propose right on the spot. Of course, she would accept. After all, she was pushing 50. At her age, it wasn’t wise to play coy or hard to get. And then, they would have their fairy tale wedding, with a lavish reception after. Thinking of her plan and staring at his picture in the magazine, she chuckled to herself. It was perfect. Happiness, at long last. She knew the premiere of Jett’s next movie, Fighters V, would take place the following week. She had a plan. She would put on the most beautiful Versace dress and then, under the pretext of being a reporter for Entertainment Tonight, she would step on the red carpet and then bump into Jett. She laughed to herself. It was perfect. He would see her and then fall in love with her. But just in case he didn’t, she had a backup plan. She would kidnap him and they would go somewhere isolated, like the Mojave desert out in Nevada. Then, after weeks of being isolated together, he would grow used to her, even love her. She went into her room and opened a drawer. In it was a gleaming revolver. She would bring the gun with her to the premiere, just in case things didn’t work out. *** Thanks for reading. To find out when Volume 2 is coming out, please like my facebook page, where I’ll be updating readers and subscribe to my mailing list. 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