THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Keith

Written by Lady Poetess
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story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

Discordant music and desperate desire pulsed through the feverish
and sweltering atmosphise of the club, threatening to numb all
senses. Those that prowled through the clubs were insensate to the
dissonance that unnerved all newcomers, however, and their eyes
easily seek out prime studs that would keep them company for the
rest of the night. Few had any illusions of permanence and
emotional fulfillment - disenchanted by relationships, scared of
commitments, looking for hedonistic bliss, many just wanted a few
hours' pleasure at as little price as possible.

The man dancing with abandon was definitely a prime stud
candidate. He was powerfully muscled, his broad shoulders
radiating strength and virility, tapering gently into a narrow
waist. His simple sleeveless muscle T-shirt displayed his arms to
the admiring eyes of the crowd, and as he moved, his low-cut
collar that ended way below his collarbone exposed his two large,
proud wine-dark nipples that made many mouths watered. As he
moved, his jeans clung to his taut, high buttocks as well as
powerful thighs. He was a figure of physical beauty and as he
moved, feline-like grace.

The two men that watched this dancer were experienced club-
prowlers, good friends, and on nights like this, partners in
crime. Without ado, they moved to this man, one in front, one
behind him, until the man was sandwiched between the two men.

"Hi," the handsome stranger just said, or rathis, yelled above the
music.

"I'm Jacques," the one in front, a dark-haired twenty-something
man with beautiful blue eyes, yelled. "That's my friend Antoine,"
he said as his companion, a too-pretty blond French man of barely
twenty, placed his hands on the handsome stranger's shoulders from
behind.

"I'm Keith," the handsome man said simply.

Keith's eyes raked Jacques from head to toe, and Jacques shivered
despite his experience at the waves of heat that surged through
him at Keith's predatory look. He knew the game well, however, and
soon he and Antoine were dancing to Keith. Antoine pressed his
front against Keith's back while Jacques moved closer until he and
Keith were pressed, chest to chest, hip to hip, and Keith's
erection was unmistakable... and shockingly large.

Keith's mouth found his even as Jacques' trembling fingers pushed
Keith's shirt as high as he could to find solid male muscular
flesh to caress and touch. Keith broke off the kiss only to turn
and ravage Antoine's willing mouth.

"Let's get out of here," Keith said after he broke off the kiss.
He had his hands one on each of the two men's waist, letting both
men know that he was addressing the both of them.

Antoine and Jacques gasped in delight when Keith's cock was
thicker and longer than they imagined. Jacques wasted no time
letting the tip of his tongue trace the thick dark veins of that
cock shaft even as Antoine's lips closed over the thick cock crown
with an urgent mew. Keith laughed as he pushed himself back
against the backseat of Jacques' Jaguar. As he enjoyed the two
mouths licking and sucking at his cock and balls, he lazily pulled
off his T-shirt and tossed in behind him.

Using his toes to nudge Jacques' mouth away from its hungry
sucking of his balls, he told the man to drive them back to
Jacques' place while Keith would take care of Antoine first at the
backseat. "My pants," Keith started to say with a laugh as his
pants were left on pavement even as Jacques shut the door and
rushed to the driver's seat. "Fuck those pants," Antoine whispered
as he flung the last of his clothes off and straddled Keith
lustily. Keith lifted one hand to grip the top of the front
passenger seat as he felt his thick cock plunge into hot, moist
male ass. With a rough upward thrust of his hips that sent Antoine
crying out in pleasure, he began fucking that young man hard.

Twenty minutes later, it was Jacques screaming in pleasure at the
backseat as he pressed his face against the window while Keith
dicked him savagely doggy-style, that thick cock slickly plunging
in and out of Jacques' steaming hole until Jacques came violently,
shooting his own come onto the expensive upholstery. Keith was
still fucking him as he carried Jacques with one hand up the
stairs to Jacques' bedroom in the man's seaside manor, Jacques'
hips clutching around Keith's torso hard as Keith moved deeper
into him with every step Keith took up the stairs. Antoine fell on
the bed beside them and Keith laughed as he quickly moved his
mouth to capture the man's cock in his mouth.

The three of them forgot time and the world outside their private
chamber of bliss as Antoine and Jacques greedily milked every drop
of pleasure Keith's virile body could bestow. The two men kissed
passionately and played with each other's cock as Antoine lifted
his hips and rested them around Jacques' shoulder even as Jacques
covered Antoine and lifted his buttocks. Faced with two exposed
assholes, Keith greedily plunged his cock in Antoine's in one
slick stroke, removed it and rammed it into Jacques' next, and
which asshole his cock wasn't in at that particular stroke, he
used his four thick fingers to provide succor. Not content with
pumping both men with yet another powerful deluge of his seed, he
now rearranged them so that he could fuck Jacques while rimming
Antoine's tangy asshole with his mouth, enjoying dessert in the
form of their copious fuck juices until Jacques came one more time
and begged brokenly for mercy. Keith only pulled his still hard
cock out and speared Antoine in the ass as he now ate out of
Jacques' ass, slurping at the very juices he had violently
deposited inside that heated fleshy groove. Antoine and Jacques,
their bodies sated thoroughly, eventually lay at each side of
Keith and kissed him, three tongues mingling and licking in slow
sensual mating dance, as both men finally brought Keith to release
with their hands. Keith's cock throbbed and a powerful series of
jetting sperm spurted from that wide cock slit and splattered all
over Keith's powerful torso and crotch, and there was so much as
his come it was as if he hadn't come so many times previously in
the mouths and anuses of the two men.

"No, I'm sore," Antoine begged as he playfully swatted Keith's
hand from his buttocks. He reached for the pack of cigarettes at
the bedside table.

Keith turned questioningly at Jacques. Jacques made a face as he
sat up. "I don't think I can sit down for the next few days," he
told Keith.

Antoine lit a cigarette. "You are amazing - magnificent!" he told
Keith. "Can I keep you here so that you can always fuck me
senseless every night?"

Keith shrugged. "Your asses may be sore, but how about your
mouths?" he asked instead as he placed his arms around Jacques'
waist playfully.

Antoine quickly tried to finish his cigarette even as Jacques'
laugh was cut short into a pleased moan, right before Keith fed
the man his thick and, amazingly, rock-hard yet again penis.
Antoine watched as Jacques swallowed desperately to accommodate
that thick male flesh now slowly spearing down the man's throat.
If Jacques, who was a consummate cocksucker, had problems with
Keith's size... Antoine licked his lips. He couldn't wait to see
whether he could do better than Jacques. He put out the cigarette
and moved on his hands and knees towards Keith and Jacques,
pausing to admire the way Keith's buttocks and back muscles tensed
with each thrust of that cock into Jacques' mouth, before reaching
down and taking a long lick of Keith's low-hanging balls.



TWO

Keith Charles Kuhl threw the towel he used to wipe his sweat and
come-slicked body aside and pulled on his muscle T-shirt as he
spread his legs and shoots his piss into the toilet bowl. The
intense fucking he'd given the two men asleep in the bedroom did
little to ease his restlessness. He had been restless since he
came back to this fucking place last night.

The night was too quiet. No, it was almost dawn - the morning, he
amended wryly, was too quiet. He had gotten used to the dark
nights of New York, where the whole damned place was always alive
no matter which hour it was. Where the days could be so long and
cold, but the nights could be even worse, when the loneliness
stretched in a vast emptiness in his soul. Regrets, broken
illusions, and the bleeding wound in his heart that never healed
had a way of making those nights so barren that Keith found that
the restlessness and keen pain could never erased no matter how
energetically he threw himself into fucking as many different
people every night as he could, and there were so many of these
people that he'd lost count.

Coming back here, the coldness only intensified.

Keith washed his face, welcoming the shocking chill of the water
on his lust-feverish skin.

He had his hand on the doorknob when the door was kicked hard.
Keith's instincts kicked in and he easily leapt out of the way. He
had one armed men down on the floor and his fist connected the jaw
of another when two more men pounced on him. The butt of a rifle
connected his temple hard and Keith staggered, dazed. That gave
the armed men the opening they needed, and Keith was soon
overpowered with his body pressed against the floor by three pairs
of feet. The sharp studs of those boots pressing into his back cut
into his flesh.

"Well, well, guess who has come back to town? The prodigal son has
returned," came a voice that Keith recognized too well.

Keith gritted his teeth as blood flowed in warm rivers from his
torn back, soaking his shirt and pooling onto the floor. He looked
up from the Doc Martens boots planted before his face up the
elegant long legs clad in designer pants, up the slender torso,
onto the face of James Lafferty II. The last time Keith saw James,
James was a very handsome young man destined to break hearts.
Well, he certainly broke Keith's, not that they ever had anything
going between them. No, James broke Keith's heart and spirit when
James turned Tyler Treadway against him.

"Hello, James," Keith managed to say.

"Get him on his feet," James ordered his men.

Keith had to admire the hard steel in James' voice. He always knew
that the town's golden boy would one day turned into an even worse
bad seed that the people here had once accused Keith of being.
Where was Chad, James' stepbrother? Where James was, Chad Michael
Murray would eventually be nearby. Keith had heard from Usher that
James and Chad had easily branched out into organized crime,
quickly moving up the ranks to become middle-league players in
just a few years, after the elder James Lafferty had died of a
heart attack. Keith wondered whether the two stepbrothers had
anything to do with the man's death. Chad had always openly hated
the man that usurped his late father's place in his mother's
heart.

James studied Keith dispassionately, his handsome face impassive
as he raked Keith from head to toe. The only moment when his
control snapped briefly was when he involuntarily parted his lips
and widened his eyes at the sight of Keith's exposed cock. "I
always thought Jacques is too dumb to steal my money on his own,"
James said.

"Whatever it is he did, I have nothing to do with it," Keith said.
He grunted when he received a kick in the back by one of the men
holding him captive. "Look, man, I just happened to be in the
wrong place, okay?"

"Yeah? Am I supposed to believe that you just happened to come
back in town?" James asked in disbelief. "What are you going to
do? Catch up with your darling Dr Treadway?" He laughed nastily at
the way Keith instinctively flinched at the man's name.
"Although," James said, moving gracefully onto his knees before
Keith, "you have a strange way of showing how much you miss him by
indulging in a little m‚nage de trios with the two men that
screwed me over."

He reached out and swiped at a drop of urine still glistening at
the slit of Keith's cut cock. Licking his finger, he smiled
without humor as Keith growled angrily at him. "Hold him," he
warned his men and Keith was pulled back as the men intensified
their efforts at restraining him. "I've always wondered what they
saw in you. You're a rough and disgusting nobody. Why would my own
stepmother betray a man she claimed to love by fucking you - a
nobody - behind my father's back? Oh, I saw you both, Keith. It
left a delicate impression on my fourteen-year old mind, seeing
his disgusting classmate screwing the shit out of his stepmother.
And I know she wasn't the only one. You fucked my neighbors too,
and they actually paid you with money or gifts for services
rendered."

As he spoke, James lazily stroked Keith's flaccid dick. Keith
gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, trying to control his body,
but his cock betrayed him, surging into its full ten-inch length
before James' bemused eyes. He threw his head back as his body
vibrated in reluctant pleasure as James opened his mouth and took
that cock deep down his throat without much ado. It wasn't long
before Keith groaned and released his spunk down James' throat as
James swallowed greedily, his hips pumping and his stomach muscles
flexing with pleasure as he shot his load into his enemy's mouth.

James straightened and wiped at stray drops of come with a
monogrammed handkerchief. "Tie him up and one of you keep watch
over him while the rest of you come with me." To Keith, he smiled
coldly. "I'll deal with your two accomplices and then we'll catch
up on lost time together."

Keith spat on him.

James just sighed. Without warning, he took a step towards Keith
and delivered a kick at the man's face that sent Keith reeling in
pain. "You have the sweetest come I've ever tasted," James said,
"so don't tempt me to determine whether your blood tastes just as
sweet."



Keith couldn't help thinking, as he was lying there tied up, of
that time when a magician boyfriend tied him up and fucked him
while Keith was lying on the floor helpless and immobile. Unknown
to Gulliver, Keith managed to work his hands free while they were
fucking. After they'd come, Keith surprised Gulliver by throwing
his body over the startled Gulliver's and overpowering that man,
with wonderful pleasures to follow for the both of them.

The kid watching Keith was young, probably seventeen, and for a
moment, Keith wondered whether he was worse or better than this
kid when he was seventeen. Worse, he decided. The kid, in fact,
looked like a feverish young virgin at the brink of scoring for
the first time as he bent over and reached out with a trembling
and reverent hand to touch Keith's cock. Keith's cock leapt to
life. It didn't take Keith much to persuade the kid that it was
okay for that kid to do what he wanted: just a few groan of
pleasure injected with enough convincing reluctance to strengthen
the kid's resolve. Keith felt the kid's tight warm ass sheath his
cock and for a second he allowed himself the luxury of thinking
that there was no better sensation than the heaven on earth that
was a virgin male ass on one's cock. And then he slammed his hips
upwards, lifting his buttocks off the floor and sending the kid
almost falling back as their pelvic bones smashed together hard.
And with each lift of his buttocks off the floor and his bound
hands, Keith used the opportunity to free his hands.

Ten, nine, eight... he counted mentally as he felt his pleasure
began pooling at the base of his spine. He felt the ropes binding
his hand loosen. The kid squeaked in surprise but was muffled when
Keith covered the kid's mouth with one hand even as he knocked the
kid down on the floor and moved over him. There was a soft crack
as the kid hit the floor. Keith paused, but relaxed when he
realized that the kid was just unconscious from the impact. He
rammed his cock one last time into the kid's ass, biting his lower
lip as his fluids erupted to complete the loss of the kid's
virginity and the kid's transition into full-blown manhood. The
kid would be in a lot of pain when James realized that Keith was
gone, but at least he would die a man - that was the least Keith
could do for his unwitting rescuer.

Keith didn't hesitate as he withdrew his still spurting cock from
that warm ass. He opened the window, looked at the long drop from
the cliff onto the sea below, and jumped.




THREE

Antoine and Jacques were dead. At least they were shot point-blank
in the head instead of being tortured by Chad, Keith thought as he
lowered the spade he'd grabbed from the tool shed. He swam up
three hours later and sneaked back into the mansion only to find
James and his men gone like he'd hoped. A quick search revealed
nothing as to what James might be looking for from Jacques. Keith
cursed, especially when he realized that he couldn't fit into the
clothes in the wardrobe - he was a muscular man while the two men
had slim and boyish figures with waist two sizes smaller than
Keith's size thirty-two. He had to go without trousers and in only
his stained and soaked muscle T-shirt.

Ty, he thought. He had to find Ty.

Keith's long dormant instincts on the direction of Ty's lighthouse
kicked back as he ran in general direction of that place. He
didn't know how long he ran, only that he knew which way to run,
like a salmon always knowing where the only home he ever had was
even with a million miles separating him from home. When he
smashed bodily against Ty's door, it was still dark. Even so,
Keith knew he had no time to waste. He sprinted across the sands
with all his might, and only when he fell heavily onto the floor
and looked up at Tyler Treadway's stunned face did he realize that
he'd not even stopped when he hit Ty's locked door - he'd just
kept charging at it again and again to beat it down like a man
possessed.

"You have to come with me," he gasped. "I can't talk now, but
there are people after me and they will come find you to get to
me. You must be safe - come with me..."

Ty was forty now, ten years after he, with guilt, ended his affair
with the sixteen-year old Keith. Back then, Keith didn't care
about the moral implications of their affair - all he knew was
that the only man who was kind to me and whom Keith thought was
his best friend, lover, and father figure was rejecting him like
everyone else did. Even after he learned later that James had
blackmailed Ty and Ty probably had to end the affair, Keith still
hurt.

"Where are your pants? Why... you're soaking wet!" Ty exclaimed.

"No time. There is a dead guy and I am in trouble," Keith told Ty.
He quickly talked about what happened as Ty took a towel and
quickly dried Keith as best as he could, Keith naturally leaving
out Antoine in his account as he knew that Ty wouldn't appreciate
knowing just how much fun Keith had before the shit hit the
ceiling.

"So you followed Jacques Villiers home for a one-night stand and
James interrupted to accuse him of embezzling him and you being
his accomplice?" Ty asked for confirmation. "Why are you here,
Keith?"

"Usher called me, asking me for an urgent favor," Keith explained.
"I haven't had a chance to meet him yet. I called him last night,
got his answering machine."

"Raymond Usher left town two days ago," Ty told him. "You didn't
know?"

"Son of a bitch didn't tell me," Keith exclaimed. "He's dead when
I get my hands on him." He sighed. Looking warily at Ty, he asked
cautiously, "Do you believe me?"

"I always believe you," Ty said simply.

"Then why didn't you believe me ten years ago?" Keith couldn't
help asking with a hint of bitterness.

"Because what they told me was the truth - you were nothing more
than a good-for-nothing thug. I tried to get you to change, but
you thought you knew everything. I had to break it off, and James'
laughable attempt at blackmail was just one of the many reasons
for me to finally do so."

"I've spent the last ten years getting my life straight," Keith
told him. "I'm not rich, but I'm a respectable man now. Will you
come with me?" Keith asked.

"Of course," Ty said simply.

After ten years, Keith had received an answer from Ty that he'd
always wanted to hear. It was too fucking bad that it wasn't given
in a situation that Keith would prefer.

"One more thing - I need something to wear," Keith said, gesturing
at his naked crotch.

Ty looked down briefly, and Keith's cock couldn't help swelling
under the man's glance. Ty quickly looked away. "My pants," Ty
started to say, but he looked at Keith's waist and half-erect cock
and down at his own waist, "they won't fit," he said weakly.

"Jesus, I'm not that big sized," Keith exclaimed, his erection
wilting in his frustration.

Ty grinned and threw him the towel. "Oh, in some ways, I'd say you
are a very big man indeed."



"I'll stop here," Ty said when he saw the drive-in. "Let's get
something to eat."

Keith nodded and watched as Ty placed some orders for
cheeseburgers and Coke. "I miss you," he said quietly.

"Yeah, I miss you too."

"I'm twenty-six years old now. Can we start again?" Keith asked
simply. "Once this mess is sorted out," he hastened to clarify.
"I'm an adult now."

"We'll see," Ty just said in a non-committed tone. "Damn," he
addressed the young man at the window, "you don't have any
change?" He pushed the hundred dollar bill in frustration into his
wallet. "Hey, Keith, check in the coin compartment. I usually have
a few small notes stahed there."

"I found ten dollar note," Keith said, retrieving the note from
the compartment. Ty was holding the bags of fast food, so Keith
moved to position his body sideways facing Ty as he leaned over
and passed the money to the young man at the counter.

"Hey," Ty grunted as he tried to make way for Keith's body. In the
process the towel slipped off Keith's waist to fall onto Ty's lap.
Keith's cock and balls were exposed to press against Ty's lips. Ty
groaned as he felt Keith's pubic fur teasing his face even as the
thick flaccid shaft pressed against his lips. Keith froze and
looked down as his cock swelled as a result of Ty's lips
instinctively parting to allow the tip of his tongue to lick along
the length of the cock shaft. As Keith's cock hardened to press
urgently against Ty's face, Ty had no choice but to open his mouth
so that Keith's cock could find enough room to extend to its full
impressive length and girth. Keith placed one hand on the window
for support even as he began to make quick fuck thrusts into Ty's
mouth. Ty let the bags fall as he clawed urgently at Keith's
buttocks, urging the man to rape his mouth faster and harder even
as he playfully stretched and teased Keith's buttocks and the
pucker of his anus. Keith obliged, and soon his juices were
thundering forth, flooding Ty's mouth and flowing down the man's
throat.

"Keep the change," Keith told the young man at the counter
pleasantly, passing the note. The young man wasn't aware of what
happened - Ty taking Keith's penis in his mouth and sucking the
juices out of him took place within the space of a minute.

"Let me drive," Keith offered to Ty. "You can suck me off all the
way to the motel."

Ty licked his lips and opened the car door.




FOUR

Keith managed to shut the motel room door before he threw Ty
roughly on the floor. He bit and tugged at Ty's lower lip in
between hungry kisses even as his hands urgently pulled Ty's
clothes off the man's body. "I love you," he muttered as he
pressed his lips against Ty's Adam apple. "I want to fuck you," he
whispered as he let his tongue lavished hot wet French kisses on
Ty's neck, shoulders, nipples, and down Ty's washboard abs, before
taking Ty's cock in his mouth and worshipped it.

Ty turned onto his stomach and moaned as Keith took him, that
thick cock plunging deep into his asshole, spreading the muscular
walls of his anus apart to the point that long-dormant sensations
of pleasure surged forth in his body. He'd had lovers since Keith,
of course, but no cock had ever filled him so fully to the hilt
and to the limit like Keith's. Keith's cock worked the nerves in
his sensitized male groove until his nerves were on fire, the
bulbous tip penetrating him so deep into his rectum until Ty
trembled with pleasure, fearing that he would be torn apart even
as he was spiked on Keith's thick club of flesh and never wanted
the sensation to stop. And then Keith moved in that steady, rough
and primal arrogant surety like the dominant alpha male that he
was - so overpowering, so sensual, yet so tender that Ty was
ripped in all directions in a whirlwind climax of pleasure mixed
exquisitely with pain.

Only a few people apart from James Lafferty knew of his illicit
love affair ten years ago with the then sixteen-year old Keith,
and these people could never understand how the normally sensible
and pragmatic Tyler Treadway, the mild-mannered kind-hearted
doctor who moved to this sleepy hollow of a town to start a modest
practice, would lose his senses and succumb to an affair with the
town black sheep. If they could see him now, grunting like a beast
devoid of humanity and screaming in crude obscenities at Keith to
fuck the shit out of him, these people would start to understand.
Ty's fingers clawed on the floor as he tried to keep his balance
as Keith banged him from behind harder and harder until their
harsh rhythms, guttural moans, and Ty's pleasured cries mingled
with the sound of wet heated flesh moving in pleasurable friction
of cock penetrating asshole, noisy kisses of feverish mouth on
burning skin, and the hard urgent cracks of their pelvic bones
colliding in urgent lust.

Ty pressed his forehead against the floor and screamed into the
carpet as his orgasm was unleashed like a crackling storm that
wrecked his entire body, his saliva falling from his open mouth to
mingle with the small pool of sweat that formed from the copious
drops sluicing down his face and body. Keith was with him, his
hands gripping Ty's thighs in a bruising grip as he began pumping
in short, urgent stabs. His cock began ejaculating its fiery hot
cream high into Ty's steaming rectum.

From the floor they barely made it to the bed. This time Ty rode
Keith's cock in frenzied desire as Keith arched his back and
pulled teasingly at Ty's buttocks. They had barely recovered from
their powerful climax when Keith lifted Ty's right thigh while Ty
rested on his left side on the bed to insert his cock up that ass
and fuck Ty in that position as he rested his chin on Ty's
shoulders and whispered what he'd like to do to Ty's mouth,
asshole, and cock, and some other orifices that he probably
couldn't act on in real life.

When Ty's asshole was too sure to take any more abuse, he lay back
on the bed and opened his mouth wide, letting Keith pump his cock
into that mouth until it glistened with Ty's copious saliva. And
then Keith allowed Ty and only Ty to take him. Keith lifted his
legs and exposed his hairy anal pucker. And as Ty pressed that
cock tip against the tight pucker, Keith gasped out what Ty would
know once his cock forged into that unbelievably tight hole: in
all of Keith's life, no other man had even been granted access
into Keith's most vulnerable core. Ty kissed him then, and they
relived that day that none of them would ever forget when Keith
finally surrendered the last vestiges of himself to Ty so that Ty
would own him completely. As Keith began climaxing violently when
Ty began fucking him, he managed to piece togethis one coherent
thought - he loved this man to death and he would never regret
loving Ty even if Ty would never love him back as much. Even that
thought shattered into blissful pieces as Ty kept fucking Keith
for the next hour with nearly as much stamina as Keith.

Nearly, that was. Keith laughed as Ty flopped back on the bed in
exhaustion. But Ty still wanted more, he begged Keith, and Keith
asked Ty to lie back and enjoy as Keith gallantly did all the
work, placing his knees one at each side of Ty's bed and slowly
pumping his cock in and out of Ty's hungry mouth even as he
lowered his body and took Ty's cock in his mouth. Only when they
both came in each other's mouth did Keith finally embrace Ty and
hold the man as they drift into sleep after the excesses of their
sexual romp.



"I don't believe this! What will I have to do to get a pair of
pants around here?" Keith exclaimed.

Ty shrugged helplessly. He had returned from a quick drop at the
room Keith checked in when he first came to town at another motel
just down the road to report that Keith's room had been trashed
and his possessions ransacked totally. The cops had confiscated
what was remaining of Keith's possessions and Keith would have to
talk to them if he wanted his stuff back. But Keith knew what this
town thought of him and he'd be a fool to expect these cops to
listen to his side of the story. He had to get out of town fast.
But he was still in his fucked-up sleeveless muscle T-shirt and a
towel that barely covered his modesty.

"Jacques was found dead this morning. His friend Antoine was
murdered too," Ty remarked, confirming Keith's suspicions. "It's
all in the news. You'll have to get out of town."

"You're coming with me. I'm not leaving you here to face James
Lafferty and his sadistic stepbrother," Keith told him.

"First, we'll have to get you some clothes."

"Just drive us out of here first," Keith said. "We'll worry about
my clothes once we reach the next town."

"Why the next town?" Ty asked.

"There's someone I'm gonna have a nice long talk to," Keith said.
"I'm not gonna leave this place until I've cleared my name."



Jason Brooks wished he had his favorite Winchester rifle. He would
shoot every fucking moron in this pool party dead just to liven
things up, because he was bored out of his wits. But being one of
the most powerful drug dealers in the West Coast meant that he had
to exercise tedious diplomatic relationships with fellow dealers
and suppliers as much as customers. It wasn't like on TV where he
could spend all day shooting people and talking in a menacing
drawl, although he wished that it was so. While he was
unbelievably wealthy and he didn't miss the days when he was a
mere lackey, he couldn't deny that life was occasionally dull at
the top.

Casting the bikinied beauties that he had brought - or bought, to
be specific - for his guests' amusement, he stifled a yawn as he
discussed the possibility of assassinating a rival up in
Washington with a few guests. Damn, he was bored. He needed a
challenge.

Or at least a really good fuck, he thought. Nobody here really
offered much of a challenge in a bedroom and he was bored of them
easily. Jason should know - his cock had been inside at least two
orifices of nearly every guest in this party at one time or the
other. With his six foot one frame of pure muscle and rugged good
looks (not pretty boy looks like those in fashion magazines - he
had the looks of a rugged man, a real man as he'd like to
imagine), and a package and taut high buttocks amply displayed in
tight red swim shorts, he could have anyone he wanted. He'd enough
invitations an hour into the party to start an orgy if he wished
to.

He was thinking of selecting eight people to line up against the
wall and fuck them one by one in front of the other guests when a
commotion distracted him - a welcome distraction. He turned to
scowl at the entrance to the pool party. His frown turned into a
smile as he saw who it was that pushed his way through Jason's
bouncers at the entrance to stride towards him.

It was Keith Kuhl, the one-time muscle for hire that had retired
six or seven years back for what Jason heard was a modest and
entirely legal career of running a gym in New York City. Keith was
drawing attention to him not just because of his unorthodox
clothes - a muscle T-shirt sans sleeves and a towel that reached
only his mid-thigh - but because of Keith's strikingly good looks
and powerful physique that his unconventional clothes could barely
conceal, radiating pure and raw sexual virility from every
powerful inch of his six feet three frame. Speaking of inches,
there was no mistaking the dimensions of that impressive package
stretched tightly against the small towel that could barely span
Keith's waist - as Keith moved in urgent paces, the towel split at
the side of his left thigh, not only drawing attention to those
powerful muscles on his thigh but also at the thick mushroom-
shaped cock head visible with each lift of the towel that
accompanied each stride.

Jason's cock was solid steel in his shorts and he would bet that
he wasn't the only one affected powerfully by Keith.

"Jason, we need to talk," Keith said.

"Come with me to my study," Jason offered. "Let's not draw more
attention to you than you already have."

Jason had just shut the door behind him when Keith stepped up to
him and slammed one palm at the door at each side of Jason's head,
trapping him against Keith's solid body. "I want to know all about
James Lafferty and the missing money," Keith said fiercely.

"Boy, it was all in the grapevines, Keith," Jason said casually,
brushing aside Keith's scowl. "Your semen is inside both Jacques'
and Antoine's anuses, which effectively implicates you. A condom
isn't just for protection against STDs and HIV, just to let you
know."

"I need to get my name cleared," Keith told him. "I can't do it
alone - fuck, I don't even know what the hell is going on."

"Just tell James where the money is and he'll let you go," Jason
suggested reasonably.

"I don't know where the money is," Keith insisted. "Only Jacques
would know and he was dead. I was just there for a fuck."

"Oh?" Jason asked skeptically. "Why are you back in town, Keith?"

"Usher called me a few days' back saying that he was in deep shit.
I came as soon as I received his call, but now I hear that he's
MIA."

"Usher? Usher is knee deep with Jacques in the shit. Usher and
James are accomplices. James is looking for Usher as well," Jason
told Keith. "As it happens, you're in luck. I know where Usher
is."

"Tell me."

"Why should I? You know better than to ask. You've worked with me
before, Keith." Oh, but he was just a kid back then, and Jason
barely paid a mere underling any attention. Now, Jason wished he
had. Maybe it would be him clasping his legs around that powerful
torso instead of that fucker Tyler Treadway. But it was a cold day
in hell when Jason would admit to being envious of a doctor. "Yes,
I am protecting Usher because it is to my interest to watch James
lose his shit. The money isn't his to lose. Our supreme leader Tim
wants the money back and he has given James a week to return the
money or poor James will suffer at Tim's hands. James is naturally
terrified. You've heard of Tim's terrifying one-handed, one-eyed
lover Seann? No? If you think Chad is sadistic, you haven't met
Seann, a lovely guy with a lovely church boy demeanor and a
charming smile even as he gouges out the eyes of his victims.
Incidentally, Seann and Chad are good friends, not that anyone who
knows those two are in any way surprised..."

"Cut the shit and let me know where Usher is," Keith interrupted
harshly.

Jason deliberately lifted one leg and let his ass pucker rub
against the length of Keith's cock, now exposed as Keith lifted
his right thigh to press the fast swelling member against Jason's
clenched pucker.

"I'll fuck you and you'll tell me?" Keith insisted.

"There are sixteen letters to the name of the location. One letter
for one come," Jason said as he slowly pushed his swim shorts down
his thighs.

Keith roughly shoved his cock to the hilt up Jason's ill-prepared
anus. Jason uttered a pained cry even as he felt an explosion of
pleasure exploded in his body.

"One," Keith said roughly.

"T," Jason answered.

Keith lowered him onto the floor, never faltering his fuck thrusts
in the process. He didn't even stop when he came and that cock
never seemed to soften a little after every burst of ejaculation.
Jason tried to retaliate by clawing and bruising Keith's flesh as
he received a wild fuck where for the first time he had no control
over, but it was no use. His senses were on overload as Keith just
kept fucking him, skillfully drawing out the alphabets one by one
until the sixteenth alphabet was reached.

"Oops," Jason said with a weak laugh. "I miscalculated. There are
actually twenty-nine alphabets in the name."

With a growl, Keith began doubling his assault on Jason.

The guests outside could only listen to Jason's undignified
screams for more as well as mercy and shuddered in jealousy. Many
tried to find succor by publicly fucking at the poolside, while
others moved to places that offered at least an illusion of
privacy but within hearing distance of the wild party of two
taking place in Jason Brooks' study room. Those within view were
lucky enough to watch as Jason suddenly appeared on the full-
length glass window, his face and front pressed against the glass
as Keith pounded Jason from behind. Jason lifted his right leg all
the way up and pressed it against the glass so that his lower leg
was against his cheek. Keith pressed one hand on the ankle of
Jason's lifted leg as he kept plunging that dark, thick cock of
his in and out of Jason's steaming hole. Jason's position allowed
the onlookers a full view of that monster hairy cock fucking Jason
so well as well as the sight of Keith's low-hanging sexy testicles
bouncing along with each hard thrust, the sight of the creamy
white rivulets of semen pouring down along Keith's thickly-veined
shaft only making the sight even more arousing.

Jason's cock exploded and a huge explosion of creamy come
splattered on the glass to slowly fall in rivulets along it to the
floor. As Jason kept coming before the enraptured audience, Keith
pulled out his cock and forced Jason onto his knees. He roughly
jerked himself off once, twice, and three times as he rubbed his
cock head against Jason's lips roughly, and then he too came,
exploding in a creamy rain to drench Jason's face until his
features were covered in a slick layer of potent male come. Jason
whispered something only Keith could hear, and then Keith pulled
Jason down onto all fours. This time Jason's "Please, no, just a
short rest!" was audible, along with Keith's harsh follow-up "Shut
up, bitch, you wanted more and I'm gonna give it to you until I'm
satisfied!" and Jason's subsequent howls of pain-pleasure.

Jason Brooks, the guests decided, sure knew how to throw a killer
party and they would not hesitate to accept the next invitation.




FIVE

Keith woke to the pleasant sensation of strong anal muscles
milking his morning wood. This made up for his disappointment of
learning that Usher was gone when Keith went after him last night.
Ty received a wild fucking later that night. Keith not just wanted
to avoid any uncomfortable questions about the scratch marks on
Keith's body and the reddened state of Keith's cock by fucking Ty
so that he could easily claim later that Ty was responsible for
his reddened cock and scratch marks, he was also becoming very
frustrating at the dead ends he kept finding himself in. Still,
that fuck last night didn't calm Keith down. Keith wouldn't mind
to try again one more time now, however.

He let his eyes remain shut as he fucked Ty lesiurely. It was only
when he felt the boiling in his balls that signaled a powerful
ejaculation did he emit a satisfied cry of triumph and reached out
blindly to grasp Ty's shoulders and rolled the man onto his back
so that Keith could take over and fucked the shit out of him even
as he pumped his spurting cock into that man.

Only when he finally opened his eyes after he'd finished coming
did he realize that the man under him wasn't Ty but a flushed but
grinning Chad Michael Murray. "What the fuck!" he yelled but Chad
only pressed his automatic against Keith's forehead.

"Bad news, Keith," Chad said as he used his other hand to unbutton
his shirt. He casually tossed it to join his trousers on the
floor. "Ty made the fatal mistake of leaving the room earlier this
morning. Why the hell do you always fall for idiots? You could
have joined James and me and we could have ruled, baby."

"What do you want?" Keith hissed, conscious of the weapon against
his weapon but looking for an opening to act.

"Bring our money to us by seven this evening. James will be
waiting at the usual place. If you don't show up with the dough,
Ty will be floating facedown in the sea." Chad smiled without
humor. "Now, let's finish what we've started, shall we?" He lifted
his legs over Keith's shoulders and his hands pulled Keith's face
down to meet his lips.

Keith's cock had never softened since his first morning come. He
wanted to get out of here and find Ty, he wanted to break Chad's
neck, but Chad only pressed the weapon harder against Keith's
forehead, and Keith had to resume thrusting his tightly-clenched
buttocks against Chad's wide-spread legs, causing Chad to moan in
pleasure.



Keith allowed himself a smile of satisfaction when his hand felt a
small bag stashed inside the disused ventilation niche. "Usher,
you ass, you're still using the same hiding place after all these
years," he said aloud as he pulled the bag out. His eyes widened
when he saw the bundles of cold hard cash inside the bag.

Anyone who saw Keith standing calmly by the wharf two hours later
gave him a second look. Keith had found himself some clothes
between now and then, with jeans loose enough to hang low on his
lean hips doing nothing to hide the fact that Keith wasn't wearing
underwear. The inch of pale flesh exposed above Keith's waist and
Keith's obscenely perfect muscular torso, framed by Keith's
flannel shirt that hung loose and unbuttoned, were all typically
Keith: he exuded raw virility with ease and without any effort.
But he was blind to those admiring glances. His eyes were alert,
keeping a sharp watch for James, Chad or their men.

James walked towards him and gestured for Keith to pass him the
bag. Keith had eyes only on Ty, whose eyes lit up in relief when
he saw Keith as he was held by James' men.

"If I give you the money, all this will be over?" Keith insisted.

"You'll be no longer a murder suspect. I'll make sure that the
suspicions disappear." They both knew that James had the law on
his payroll.

"I really have nothing to do with this," Keith said.

"I am starting to believe that," James told him. "My men watched
you scrambling around today. If you knew where the money is,
you'll head straight for it instead of stumbling upon it by
chance."

He didn't mention that he could have had Keith killed as soon as
Keith found the money. Keith didn't mention that they would have a
hard time killing him. They both knew.

James gave a signal and his men pushed Ty forward. Keith caught
the man and steadied him even as he tossed the bag to James. James
opened the bag and quickly checked its contents. Keith cupped Ty's
face, asking, "All you alright?" to which Ty just nodded and
closed his eyes as he rested his head on Keith's shoulder.

"I didn't hurt him," James said. "I deliberately kept him away
from Chad, who wanted so badly to carve his hated uncle to
pieces."

"Thanks," Keith said simply.

"The money's all here," James said. "So we're clean now. Get out
of town, Keith, and take Ty with you. I don't want to see you two
again. Oh, and take this trash along with you." He turned to nod
at his men. Two men lifted the car booth door and tossed a badly
beaten and unconscious Raymond Usher onto Keith's feet.

"Son of a bitch!"

James merely eyed Keith coldly. "He stole from me. He paid for it.
He's lucky that he's strong enough to live after Chad was done
with him. Now take him out of here with you if you want him to
live."

Keith carried Raymond in his arms and studied James'
expressionless face. "Thank you," he said finally.

"We could have ruled this place together, you and I," James said,
probably a little wistfully. "Oh get the fuck out of here, Keith.
I won't be so soft if you show up again."

"I won't come back," Keith stated confidently. "My life is no
longer here."

"Well, then it's safe for me to say that I've always had a crush
on you. God, I hate you for that. I mean it, Keith. You come near
me again and I'll blow your fucking brains out."



A week later and far away from James, Keith saw Usher flinch when
he walked into the room. "Hi, buddy," he said gently. "How are you
doing?"

"Okay," Usher just said, not looking at Keith.

"I'm sorry about what they did to you." Keith sighed. Chad broke
Usher's body with his inventive and sadistic torture methods, but
he crushed Usher completely by torturing Usher, who being straight
felt violated to the point that he was pushed to the brink. The
psychiatrist informed Ty that Usher was kept under suicide watch.

Keith hated this, hated his old friend now seeing him along with
all gay men as evil men. "Will you talk to me?"

"Go away," Usher said tersely. "Get the fuck away from me."

Keith held on to his patience with an iron leash. He could have
pointed out that Usher brought all this on himself, but he
remained silent. Finally, he just turned to lock the door so that
they could have some privacy and pulled his shirt over his head.
He had one more thing to do before he moved on to his new life
with Ty.

"What are you doing?" Usher gasped.

"I think I'm gonna prove to you that I'm not like Chad," Keith
said reasonably as he walked towards Usher. Usher tried to get off
the bed but he was still weak from his injuries and was easily
forced to lie back by Keith. "I'm gonna make love to you, Usher,
real tender fuck to show you that it can be a beautiful
experience, buddy. When I'm done with you, you compare this to
what Chad did to you and you tell me straight in the eye whether
we are the same people."

"Never," Usher said, but he gasped when Keith wet the tip of his
index finger with his tongue and pressed this finger to Usher's
lips.

Usher shut his eyes tight and vowed not to show Keith any
reaction.

"This is not rape, Usher," Keith whispered.

"Fuck off!"

Usher gasped once more when Keith's lips closed over his right
nipple, exposed when Keith pulled apart Usher's hospital gown, and
suckled it tenderly as if it was a ripe cherry whose taste Keith
was savoring.

Keith moved up from Usher, smiling knowingly at Usher's muffled
whimper of disappointment and pulled down his pants and stepped
out of them. He then kicked his jeans off and bent down to pull
off his socks.

Usher thought he was going to faint when he got his first glimpse
of his friend's cock and balls. That cock was so thick and long,
the throbbing boner was bouncing up and down wildly with the thick
head throbbing past Keith's navel. Usher felt a strange stirring
of primal need in his body as he studied Keith while Keith stood
before Usher with his hips in front of the rest of his body.

"You have a very big cock, Keith," Usher said after a nervous
swallow, feeling like Little Red Riding Hood.

"The better to fuck you with," Keith said wolfishly.

"Are you sure that big fucktool will fit inside me?" Usher felt
his panic rising as he figured that there was no way his asshole
could open wide enough to take in the girth of his friend's
massive cock.

"It will fit if you really want it to," Keith reassured him. "I
will be gentle, Usher. I am not Chad. I won't hurt you."

"No, Keith, punish me for fucking your life up, man, but don't
fuck me, please. Keith, no!"

Keith shook his head and got back on the bed. He placed his hands
on Usher's muscular shoulders and gently pushed his friend onto
his back. The terrified Black man could feel his heart beating
wildly and for a moment, as he felt Keith's cock tip pressed hard
and throbbing against the crack of his ass, he remembered the
gruesome pain when Chad raped his ass with a sharp Swiss blade. He
opened his mouth to scream, only to hear himself moan instead when
Keith's hands sensually and expertly massaged the tensed muscles
of Usher's back. Despite his fears, Usher started to relax.

"I want to eat your ass," Keith whispered in Usher's ear.

Usher could feel Keith's hot moist breath on his ear. He could
feel all of the skin on his body being covered with gooseflesh and
he could feel the hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end
once again.

Keith flicked his tongue tip across his earlobe and explored the
inside of his ear with tongue. He then started to kiss and nuzzle
and down the sides of Usher's neck, pausing to give Usher love
bites along the man's jugular. Satisfied that Usher was trembling
with pleasure he didn't want to express, Keith moved so that his
head was between Usher's parted thighs. He couldn't believe how
beautiful Usher's ass pucker looked, a hairy virgin ass for his
taking. His mouth watered as he licked his lips.

Keith placed his nose very close to his cunt so he could get a
rich whiff of funky ass, and sighed as he exhaled. As he began to
kiss and lick at the insides of Usher's thighs, it was next to
impossible for Usher to keep his ass still on the bed.

"Fuck you, Keith, you make me so fucking hot," Usher whimpered.

"You have the prettiest little male pussy," Keith told him.

Usher could feel Keith's hot moist breath on the sensitized pucker
of his ass. He thought that his seed was going to come popping
right out of his cock at any second as he yearned, feared, for the
sensation of Keith's tongue in his ass.

"I'll bet it tastes just as good," Keith said. He was being a
tease however as he kissed and nipped with his teeth at the
insides of Usher's thighs instead of eating that ass right away.
He placed both of his hands under Usher's thighs and pushed
upward. Usher found that he was forced to lift his feet off the
bed. He rolled hack onto his shoulders and waited in anticipation.

Keith used his strong thumbs to pry Usher's ass cheeks open.
Placing his tongue tip at the top of the crack of Usher's ass
until his chin was very close to the bed, he stuck out his tongue.

"Ah!" Usher cried out.

Keith tongued Usher clean as Usher bucked his body in his
excitement. He held Usher tightly to keep the man from snapping
his spine like a whip to Keith's blissful rim job. At first Keith
traced the ring of sphincter muscle with just the tip of his
tongue. He flicked back and forth across the hole for a couple of
seconds. He then licked across his asshole with the flat part of
his tongue until Usher screamed in a high-pitched cry for Keith to
stick his tongue into Usher's asshole.

Keith obliged gladly. He placed his tongue directly on Usher's
quivering pucker and pushed forward, sending Usher into violent
shudders. Usher could feel his nether eye stretching open to take
in his friend's tongue and let out a harsh grunting sound - almost
a cough.

Keith's tongue pushed deep inside, past the tube of tight muscle,
and the tip of his tongue found the softer, more elastic flesh of
his friend's inner bowels. He wiggled the tip of his tongue around
playfully, exploring as deeply as he could. He moved his tongue
back and forth, and fucked Usher with it. But Usher could tell
that Keith's tongue was neither long enough, nor thick enough, to
satisfy his anal cravings. The itch was deep inside. He knew
instinctively that only his friend's ten-inch cock flesh could
scratch that itch properly. The man could feel the ache in his
rectum getting worse in leaps and bounds. His whimpers became
desperate and Keith could tell that it was time to make his move.

Keith placed his fingertips on Usher's asshole pucker and pressed
firmly, pulling the muscular ring apart as far as he could. He
stretched the asshole open until it looked like an inviting little
mouth for his cock to violate. He could see all of the nooks and
crannies of his pussy. Keith placed the tip of his tongue into the
asshole and licked upward, causing Usher to think that he was
going to die from the intensity of the ripples of pleasure that
spread to fill his manly torso.

Keith supported the weight of his upper body exclusively with his
left arm. He arched his back and lifted his loins away from
Usher's, so only the tip of his prick was touching Usher's pucker.
The man reached back with his right hand and grabbed the base of
his cock in a huge tight fist. He gave his thick meat a couple of
quick squeezes, just to make sure that he was as hard and thick as
possible. He was satisfied with the experiment and used the same
hand to guide the tip of his prick. He rubbed his bulbous purple
cock head, slowly, patiently, up and down Usher's ass slit. As
Keith rubbed his cock head up and down Usher's ass slit he was
lubricating Usher with his pre-come juices. He wanted his cock
head and that ass to be a slippery as possible before he tried to
push it in Usher's tight virgin hole.

Finally he moved the head of his cock down onto Usher and he
adjusted his hips so that shaft of his cock was at the appropriate
angle for the penetration. Keith tensed the muscles in his ass
cheeks. He pressed his buttocks together as tightly as he could.
The world's strongest man would not have been able to pry those
ass cheeks apart with a crow bar at that moment. He took a deep
breath and began to push down with his hips.

Usher could feel the pressure in his sensitized anus increasing.
He tried to relax his anal muscles but it was almost impossible as
he was frightened as well as wildly. He knew that there would be a
horrible pain that would overtake him at any second now and he
tensed in terror

Once the penetration began it all happened very quickly. Usher's
anus was forced to stretch farther open at that moment than they
had ever been stretched before. He could feel his nether mouth
open until gaping point and his anus struggled to clutch the ring
of scar tissue at the base of Keith's cock crown.

Keith let out a grunt and stabbed downward with his cock. Usher
heard a ripping sound inside her. His ass was on fire with pain!
He felt as if he had been stabbed in the ass by a red hot poker
and something in him had been dislodged and released in that
intimate violation. He screamed bloody murder; his eyes welled
with fresh tears as he wept in his agony.

"Should I stop? Does it hurt too much?" Keith asked in concern.

Usher could already feel the intensity of the pain fading.
"Deeper!" he howled. "Harder, Keith. You've made me your bitch,
fucker, you better not stop until you're done!"

Even though his cherry was gone it would still be no easy task to
get all ten inches of that prick inside his tight ass. His inner
ass walls were tight and tense from the lack of use. Keith had to
pry them open with the head of his cock, stretching both the back
wall and the side wails to full capacity if he was going to
achieve the complete anal penetration they both sought. Keith
pressed down very hard and still the tip of his thick cock only
moved inside his friend's ass a fraction of an inch at a time.
Usher could feel the sharp pain of his cherry-popping turning into
a dull ache, an ache that blended perfectly with the ache of
desire he was experiencing. In fact, he could feel the tip of his
cock getting ever closer to the magic spot inside him.

Then the tip of Keith's cock rammed into the magic spot that was
Usher's prostate, and, just as Keith anticipated, Usher burst into
an orgasm that was different from any other he had ever had -
Usher's first deep-anal come! As Usher came the muscles at the
sides of his ass relaxed as he all but forgot about the agony he
had been in only moments before, so Keith found that he could
slide his cock into Usher with greater ease.

Usher lifted his feet up off of the bedspread and stuck his legs
up in the air. He hugged at the sides of Keith's slim yet
powerfully muscled hips with the insides of his thighs. He could
feel the head of Keith's cock against the back wall of his rectum
as Keith continued to fuck him hard. As Keith plunged down as hard
as he could, Usher's asshole walls gripped at the base of Keith's
cock.

Usher bucked up his hips each time Keith plunged down until their
loins slapped together rhythmically as they fucked. It got to the
point where Usher was having difficulty determining when one
orgasm ended and the next one began. They ran together. It felt
more like he was having one continuous mind-boggling orgasm than
it felt like he was having a series of shorter climaxes strung
closely together. Usher could tell that those orgasms were not
going to stop until Keith ended the act by spilling his seed deep
inside his ass where it belonged! He didn't bother counting his
orgasms after a point; he could only think of the awesome pleasure
that was filling every inch of his body.

Keith could feel the pleasure getting steadily stronger at the
base of his cock. He could tell that he wouldn't be able to fuck
for much longer. He could tell by the acuteness of the arousal
that he would soon pop his rocks. Usher could tell by the
frustrated little sounds Keith was making at the back of his
throat that the man would come soon. Keith shifted his fuck
thrusts into high-gear

Usher screamed. He then let out a cry of joy as he felt Keith's
cock exploding inside him and this sensation triggered his own
final orgasm of the fuck. As they came together, Keith unloaded
his huge wad of creamy come into Usher's seething hole, bathing
the internal walls of the man's ass with hot spunk. They trembled
together and clutched at one another as if the world were about to
come to an end.

And then it was over.



The nurse gasped when the large and intimidating man stepped out
the same time she was about to turn the knob of the door. "You
shocked me!" she gasped, couldn't help flirting when she saw the
man coming out from the ward. Usher's friend was the talk of the
staff and all agreed that it was a sin for a man to look that
sexy.

Keith only smiled and the nurse felt her heart skip a beat. "I
think you will find Usher in a much better mood," he only said and
walked away, whistling happily.

The nurse, curious, walked into the ward. Usher poked his head out
from the shower room. "Hello there, sweetheart!" he said to her.
"Lovely day, isn't it? I can't wait to go out and see the world!"

The staff all agreed that Usher's turnaround was nothing short of
a miracle.