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Eli used his chopsticks to stick a slice of sashimi into his mouth.

"What's to say? The market sucks."

"And?"

"And?" Brock threw his shot of saki down his throat, licking his lips after. "Love that shit. Has such a nice kick."

"Order another bottle."

"Get drunk at two? How big of alcoholics does that make us?"

"It's Saturday. Since when do you give a shit about rules, Mr. Hart?"

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"Ah, good point." Brock waved at the waitress, held up the clay bottle, pointing at it. She bowed. Once Brock had eaten another few neatly sliced rolls of sushi dipped in soy sauce and wasabi, and topped with pickled ginger, he asked,

"What's new in the banking world?"

"You already know. Don't ask." Eli sipped his saki as the waitress brought a fresh warm bottle and removed the empty.

"Right. That's why we don't talk about work."

"So, what are you going to do about this Daniel guy?"

"Do?" Brock laughed, refilling their cups again.

"Yes. Are you and he going to start a relationship?"

Brock made his fingers in the sign of the cross, warding off the demon word.

"You know," Eli continued, "sooner or later a man is going to come along and knock your socks off."

After a sarcastic laugh, Brock replied, "Which man? One thousand and fifty? One thousand and fifty-one?"

"You haven't been with that many men." Eli made a face of disbelief.

"Wanna bet?" Brock kept eating. When he looked up, Eli was gaping at him. "What?"

"No way."

"You're right." Brock wiped his lip with his cloth napkin.

"That's way too low of an estimate."

"Oh, come on, Brock," Eli scoffed.

"Okay. You want to do the math?" Brock leaned his elbows on the table. "I got my cock sucked for the first time when I was thirteen. I'm thirty. Seventeen years ago. Okay, let's just 63

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say that I didn't really get into the whole casual sex thing until I was ... say nineteen. I bloomed. Okay?" Brock watched Eli's expression of shock. "Right, so, nineteen. Let's be conservative in the amount, because I know damn well I was already active at seventeen, but forget that for argument's sake. So ... Eleven years. One or two blow jobs a week ...

fifty-two weeks a year ... eleven years. One hundred and four times a year, times eleven, that's over a thousand fucking blow jobs, Eli."

"Shut the fuck up," Eli laughed sadly.

Brock shrugged, dipping another slice of sushi. After he popped it in his mouth and was chewing, Eli was still gaping at him. "Daniel calls me a man-eater."

"Jesus, you are."

"Most of the time I'm not doing the eating." Brock smiled.

"You are very good looking, Brock."

"I'm not looking for any ego stroking, Eli." Brock shot back the saki.

"I'd suck your cock."

Brock set his cup down. "Stop."

"Why?"

"Because. Eli, you're my best friend."

"And?" Eli chuckled softly, pouring more warm saki for them.

"I like you too much to have sex with you."

"Gee, that makes sense." Eli rolled his eyes.

"It does, Eli. I see sex as a recreational activity. Like swimming and racquetball. I can't see past it to getting involved."

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"Why?"

Sipping the delicious rice wine, Brock shrugged. "I wish I could answer that question."

It was Eli's turn to lean his elbows on the table to speak softly. "You can't go on like that eternally."

"Why not?"

"Because. Sooner or later something will stop you. Like age or stamina or health..."

Brock set his empty cup down. "I don't have those problems yet."

"You play a very risky game."

"No. I don't. I don't let anyone fuck me, and I use a rubber, period."

"They aren't foolproof."

"They have been for me."

"Do you get AIDS tested?"

Brock sat back in his seat, giving Eli a pained look.

"Well?" Eli relaxed on his chair.

"Yes. You nosy bastard." Brock finished his food.

"I'm glad."

"Why? Why do you care what happens to me?"

"Come on, Brock," Eli replied, looking around the room.

"Are you really a virgin?"

"And you called me a nosy bastard."

"I assume you've had your cock sucked." Brock waited. He didn't even get eye contact. "For cryin' out loud, Eli!"

"Shut up, Brock. Maybe to some men sex means more than an orgasm."

"What the hell do you do? Jerk off all the time?"

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"Change the subject. Are you done?"

"Eli," Brock groaned.

"Brock, I really don't want to talk about my sex life."

"What sex life?" Brock choked.

"Don't rub it in."

Reaching for Eli across the small table, Brock hissed, "Eli, get your damn cock sucked. When you go the club, hook up with someone."

"I don't want it to be meaningless."

"Eli!"

"The check, please," Eli asked the waitress, who bowed.

"Change the subject, Brock."

Taking two fifties out of his wallet, Brock stared at Eli in absolute awe. He couldn't conceive of going without when there were men everywhere so willing. "Tonight. At the club.

I'm going to get you some."

"Don't do me any favors."

"I want to." Seeing Eli's pensive stare, Brock added, "I insist."

* * * *

"How about him?"

"Who?"

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"That young man without his shirt. He's staring right this way."

"Yes. At you."

"No. At you."

"Shut up, Brock."

"Hang on." Brock shot his drink down, set his glass on the bar and waltzed out onto the pulsating floor before Eli could grip his arm and prevent him.

The young man rubbed his hard cock into Brock's, dancing close.

"Hey, you see my friend?" Brock shouted in the noise.

"What about him?"

"Go suck his cock." Brock shoved a hundred dollar bill into the young man's front slack's pocket.

"He that desperate?"

"Yes. Don't tell him I gave you cash."

"Do I get you after?"

"Sure." Brock smiled.

The man shrugged, dancing his way towards Eli.

Watching them get together, Brock just wanted the man to grab Eli's hand and take him to the men's room. Why did Eli turn everything into a stupid conversation?

Someone was pivoting his hard-on against Brock's ass.

Looking over his shoulder, seeing an aging codger, Brock pushed him away. When he looked back over at Eli, they were still talking. "For crying out loud!" Brock moaned. Sliding between bodies, he stood next to them to listen.

"Brock. This is Gary."

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Brock glared at Gary to get his message across. Gary shrugged. "He wanted to talk."

"Jesus, Eli, you are impossible." Brock grabbed both their shirt sleeves and dragged them to the men's room. Pushing them inside before him, he heard Eli's nervous groan.

"Keep moving," Brock ordered, finding an unoccupied stall.

"Will you suck his damn cock?"

"I said I would." Gary shrugged.

"Eli?" Brock tapped his toe impatiently.

"Here?"

Growing frustrated, Brock tore open Eli's slacks and yanked his briefs down. "Go!" He shoved Gary at him.

"You do me." Gary opened his trousers and exposed his butt.

"Fine." Picking up a rubber, Brock found Eli staring at him.

"What?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Fuck Gary. Now will you shut up and enjoy it?"

Gary bent over and took Eli's cock into his mouth, wriggling his buttocks at Brock eagerly. Brock wasn't even hard at the moment he was so annoyed. While he was pumping his cock a few times to excite it, hands surrounded Brock's waist. When he peered over his shoulder, Daniel was smirking at him. Instantly his cock grew solid and horny.

"Holy shit."

"Hello, man-eater. At it again?"

"Uh..."

Gary peeked over his shoulder. "Any time now."

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"Sorry." Brock rolled on the rubber, squirting lube on it.

Knowing Eli was watching with wide, unblinking eyes and Daniel was behind him observing as well, Brock suddenly was struck with stage fright. Trying to focus only on Gary's ass, he pushed in gently and shivered with the penetration. Gary led Brock's hand to his cock. Grasping Gary to satisfy him, Brock suddenly felt Daniel push inside his ass. "Ah!" Brock looked back over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing, Daniel?"

"Fornicating." He pumped his hips into Brock's body happily.

No one had ever screwed him before. Brock was knocked sideways by the predicament. Eli's first blow job, his own dick in Gary, and being entered for the first time by Daniel.

His unhappy thoughts suddenly evaporated. Daniel was touching him. Those magical hands found their way under his shirt to his chest, pinching his nipples, smoothing down his abdomen to his pubic hair, holding the base of his cock as he fucked Gary's ass. The heat of Daniel's dick inside him felt so exciting and smooth, it made his skin prickle. "Daniel..."

Brock moaned. "
Ohhhh, Daniel
..."

That set Eli off. Brock heard him grunting. Gary came in Brock's palm and Brock shot his load into Gary's ass.

As the two in front of him disconnected and spun around, Daniel held Brock around his waist. Brock arched backwards, his eyes sealed shut as Daniel humped into him from behind.

"
Ahhhh, oh God!, Daniel
..." Brock's orgasm would not end.

And he didn't want it to.

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his skin, his breath blasting on Brock's cheek. Forcing his eyes to crack open, Brock saw Eli and Gary gaping at him in awe. Humiliation washed over him to be watched by his friend as Daniel had his way with him. Brock knew Daniel lit him up like no other man.

"Holy shit," Eli gasped.

"Jesus!" Gary echoed.

"
Daniel ... ohhhh gadddd ... ahhhh! Daniel
..." Brock wanted it to continue, and he needed it to stop.

Daniel's sensuous voice whispered, "Man-eater..."

"Daniel ... no more ... please..."

Slowly, Brock's feet touched the tile floor. Blinking, Brock found every man in the bathroom was staring. He felt Daniel's cock slither out of his backside. Looking down, Brock realized his condom was full up once again. Ripping it off in embarrassment, he stuffed it into a trashcan and dragged his slacks up his thighs to close.

Applause began with soft claps, soon everyone was cheering.

"No ... oh, no. Come on, guys..." Brock felt like dying from the shame of being the center of attention. About to scold Daniel for his performance, Brock spun around but didn't see him.

Eli's mouth was hanging open. Brock didn't even want to look at Gary. Lowering his head, Brock pushed out of the men's room in horror. "Daniel!" he shouted, searching. Tears filled his eyes. "Daniel!"

Spotting him outside the club, leaning on the same wall he had the first time he had seen him in the misty rain, Brock 70

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rushed out to him. Embracing him, Brock gripped him tightly.

"Christ, Daniel..."

"Do not cry, lover."

Brock couldn't explain why he was.

Yes, Brock had had sexual encounters since he was thirteen, but this was the first time anyone had fucked him.

And he was thrilled it had been Daniel.

Clinging to Daniel tightly, feeling Daniel's heat warming him in the cold night air, Brock nestled into Daniel's long hair and held on for dear life.

"Let us go to your home."

"Let me tell Eli. Will you wait? Or will you come with me?"

"I will wait."

Brock had to force himself to let go. He didn't want to.

"Wait. Don't go."

"I will wait."

Lunging at him, kissing Daniel's lips, Brock sucked on his tongue, yearning to stay and keep kissing. When they parted, Brock stared into Daniel's eyes for reassurance.

"I will wait."

Wiping his eyes, Brock reentered the club. He found Eli and Gary sipping drinks at their usual spot.

"Eli..."

"Brock! Jesus, that was unreal!" It seemed a blowjob agreed with Eli.

Gary grabbed Brock's arm. "Where is he? Christ, watching you two go at it, holy shit!"

"Outside. Eli, I need to go home with him."

"With Daniel?"

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"Yes."

"He really turns you on, doesn't he, Brock?" Eli grinned impishly.

"You have no idea."

"I do now!" Eli broke up with laughter, along with Gary.

"You don't mind?"

Giving a sweet smile to Gary, Eli replied, "Not at all."

"Good. I'll call you. Racquetball tomorrow?"

"You got it."

Jumping up, spinning, Brock raced outside. Daniel was not where he had left him. Sinking, Brock looked around the area.

Feeling a catch in his throat at being left, Brock flagged down a taxi. Before he climbed in a hand caressed his ass.

Whipping around to punch the assailant, Brock found that devilish smirk. "Where did you go?"

"I am here." Daniel nudged Brock into the cab.

"Three hundred Fifty-Second Street," Brock told the driver.