Death in Key West

by Habu

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I had caught the last flight of the day from Miami to Key West. The plane was a small, two-jet prop thirty-four-seater island hopper with cramped headroom and narrow seats. The airport security guy, now all smiles and service, the embarrassment of having had to detain a New York detective needing to be smoothed over, drove me straight out to the plane, so I was the first one on and had my pick of seats. I took a window seat just forward of the wing, as I'd never flown into to Key West before and wanted to get the layout of the island from the air. It was late afternoon, but there were just a few clouds scuttling across the sky at a higher altitude than we were flying.

As I was settling in, the rest of the passengers bustled onto the plane and scrambled for seats Chinese fire drill style, and I wound up seatmating with the evident "giver" of one of the male couples traveling down to Key West for the freedom of showing their affection in public, forcing the apparently "taker" of the two to settle in the seat across the aisle from us.

My seatmate was a well-scrubbed and well-turned-out outgoing college jock named Steve who assessed me pretty quickly and came on all friendly and interested from the time we were taxiing out for takeoff. He had his hand on my thigh and was giving me "that" look and asking where I was staying in Key West. He was quite a hunk, and I could tell he was packing a good hard, but as I was turned to him, I could also see that the guy he was with, who was more the nervous filly type, was having a fit of jealously across the aisle from us. I didn't want to cause any trouble between them, especially at the start of their vacation together, although I wouldn't have minded a tumble with a robust college football player. So I told him I was a police detective going down to the keys on assignment, and when he instinctively recoiled from me at this news, I turned to the window and became engrossed in following the U.S. 1 intercoastal highway down the spine of the keys.

The thin ribbon of roadway against the azure blue of the Gulf Stream waters was mesmerizing, and I started to drift off. It was something Steve had just said to me, combined with where I was headed, that determined where my mind wandered. Upon first seeing me, he asked me if I was in the movies--but then got a confused look. He started to say, "You remind me of the actor--," and then it occurred to him in midsentence that I couldn't be that movie actor, because I was far too young. It was a litany I heard often, because "that movie actor" was my father--and my mother was a leading lady of the past as well. They were OK for parents considering the demands of their work and the narcissistic tendencies of all actors, but they were heavy baggage for me. I rarely made the connection for people, however, as I had purposely moved as far away from that sheltering life as I could. I'd figured being a New York cop was about as far away from being a vested member of the Hollywood elite as I could get.

I used my legal name, which few would connect to the name the studio had anointed my father with. I couldn't do much about the physical resemblance between my father and me, though--and I didn't regret that it made me familiar and attractive to people I wanted to be attracted to. I wasn't any less narcissistic than my parents were--I just liked having men make love to me more than having a camera do it.

Steve's evoking of a connection into my past merged with memories of what was bringing me to the Keys to begin with. It wasn't business. An old family friend had invited me down--from out of the blue. I hadn't seen the movie producer Theo Kline in years. He was from my past--from my upbringing in Hollywood, when my parents were at the height of their box office draw and Theo was the go-to producer of the sophisticated romantic comedies my parents specialized in. What I mainly remembered Theo for, though, was, first, that he paid attention to me that my parents didn't, and, second--undoubtedly related to the first--that he was the one who had introduced me to male-on-male sex. He had been in my family's life from my earliest memory, and he had always been extra special attentive to me. My parents had sheltered me as much as possible from the Hollywood life. But they had let Theo through the barriers of privacy they had set up, and they often were just too busy for me. Theo had waited patiently to take advantage of that. And Theo had gotten exactly what he wanted.

I can't help but believe he had planned it all and sketched it out like a movie script. It was the summer between high school and when my parents sent me back to the East Coast for college. My mother was off in Europe filming and my dad was preparing for a movie set in the high timber. Theo Kline was producing the movie, and he had suggested that my father and the movie's young heartthrob supporting actor go up with him to his mountain cabin in the mountains to the east of Los Angeles to toughen their bodies up for the shirtless movie shots and to take instruction in lumberjacking so they would look half way convincing to the male moviegoers while the female ones (and some male ones too) were admiring their washboard stomachs. Lumberjacking was the center of the film they were doing, a drama in which the young hunk supporting actor was toughened up in life and the ways of honor by the solid and wise leading man, played by my father.

Gordon Fields. That had been the name of the young actor who was sending all of the teenage girl movie goers atwitter in those days--and most of their mothers as well. My father could also still melt hearts, so the box office returns of this movie were assured, even though the content itself was forgettable. These were the fairly early days of men baring their chests in movies, not to speak of their butts as well, and much of what was happening that summer was in building the chests of these two men through their instruction in working in the high timber, so that the brief flashes of hard-muscle beefcake would boost ticket sales.

Theo had hired me to be his assistant that summer. He was trying to convince my parents to let me start appearing in movies as well--and in those days I was undecided enough about what I wanted to do that I was willing to give it a try. I, in fact, had a background nonspeaking part in this film, and I was embarrassed in the squad room years later when someone took a still from the film of me, shirtless and all asweat with an ax in my hand, and posted on my work locker.

I also had a crush on Theo. He had been especially nice to me through my teen years. And I wasn't completely stupid. I had some idea--well, as I got educated in the ways of the world, more than "some" idea--what Theo was interested in. But I couldn't think of any reason why I might not be interested in it too. I also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to bring some better definition to my own muscles. And that summer did wonders for me in that department.

My parents had not been pleased by Theo's offer, but they didn't have any better idea what to do with me that summer. My mother was on location above the snowline in Scandinavia filming one of those "deeply symbolic and meaningful" Bergmanesque films using bleak snow scapes as a metaphor for a barren, unfulfilled marriage, and my mother didn't think there was anything for a young man like me to do in that setting. And my father was going to spend the summer in the mountains. So, by accepting Theo's offer of employment, I would at least be where my father could keep an eye on me, and I could get plenty of healthy exercise.

But it didn't work out that way--with the exception of the exercise part. I don't know what Theo did to get my father called back to Los Angeles for that first of several unforgettable weekends, but the night he and Gordon Fields came creeping into my bedroom, it was just the three of us. Just me, an eighteen-year-old, naïve, impressionable, puppy love, impetuous young man alone in the woods with a master manipulator and the summer's sexiest movie man.

Both Theo and Gordon, without directly stating it, had gotten me in high heat for them just in conversations during the previous two weeks--they were both masters of this. Once alone with me in the cabin in the dark, after awakening me from sleep that Saturday night and to desire with the wandering of their hands and lips on my nubile body, Theo sat back in a lounge chair near the bed and worked his hard cock with his hand while he gave direction to Gordon, as the young actor worked his way down my body with his lips and opened his mouth over my throbbing cock. Following this, his hand coaxed my thighs apart and cupped and gently squeezed my balls. I was whimpering and sighing and moaning and came rather quickly in the exotic and overpowering experience of my first masterful blow job, doubly impassioned by the deep, rich voice of the powerful movie producer voicing what the young actor would then be doing to my body.

I arched my back and moaned when Theo told Gordon to spread my legs and go down between them and start tonguing my hole. I whimpered in fear and anticipation when he started talking of what he was going to be invading my channel with and how gloriously filling I would find it. I wanted to object, to break away and escape, but the pleasure was just too intense, and the young actor's body was just too beautiful.

I was on my back on the edge of the bed and Gordon was standing between my spread thighs, leaning over and sucking on my taut nipples. He raised his head and smiled at me--the smile that sent women all over the world into a swoon. His fingers, which had been working inside my channel, were spreading my entrance, and I could feel his bulb at my hole. I was terrified, but I wanted him.

That was when I heard Theo's voice cutting through the darkness. Husky, thick as molasses. I could sense the lust in him.

"Move aside now, Gordon," he whispered in a hoarse, insistent voice. "I've waited for years for this moment."

Gordon's face withdrew, to be replaced with Theo's. And it was Theo's dick slowly entering me, plowing into virgin territory. And I cried out and moved my hips in rhythm with his as he moved deeper inside me. And I realized that I had been waiting for this for years too.

After Theo had filled and stretched and worked me in my first taking and ballooned out his condom deep inside me, he slowly withdrew from me while taking my lips in his. Then he stepped back away from me and pulled Gordon back into my line of vision.

"Now you," he said.

Gordon took my hips in his hands and turned me onto my belly, and I felt the insistent hardness of him thrusting strongly into me and swiftly and at length vigorously pumping as I groaned and begged him to slow down--but no, to do it just like that. Faster and harder and deeper.

Later, after I had been fucked to exhaustion, Gordon pulled me up from the bed and settled me in the chair, and then he fucked Theo on the bed, while Theo watched me, giving me "that" look that told me we would be doing this at every opportunity. And I couldn't think of a single reason to object to that idea.

"So, any chance we can meet while we're both in Key West?"

"Excuse me?" I said, startled. I only then realized that I had been in another world. My face was turned toward the window, and I could see Key West looming in front and below us now, but I'd been in another world altogether. Where I had been in the other world had made me hard. And Steve was turned toward me and sitting up in his seat, blocking the view from across the aisle. And he had his hand cupped over my erection. Obviously he had thought over my being a cop and had decided that didn't mean much to him in Key West if it didn't bother me. And he had decided not to worry if his high-strung partner was in a snit over his flirting either.

"I've been here before. There's a good bar where guys like us go. There are several good bars, actually." Steve was grinning at me, and his fist was squeezing my engorged dick through the material of my trousers. And I was letting him do it. "But there's a really good one. It's The Bourbon Street Pub on Duval. Me and Petey will be there most evenings. It's got a thing called the Pile that you'd never believe."

"The Bourbon Street Pub. And the Pile, whatever that is," I said as I held my hand over his in my lap for long enough so that he'd know there was no bad feelings over his come on. "Maybe. Where I'm staying is a boat," I said. "And I don't know if I'll have any free time. But I'll think about it."

"Yeah, think real good about it," Steve said, giving me "that" look real hard. "I give good fuck."

"I'll bet you do, Steve," I said. "But I think you'd be wise to give your Petey some attention now, or your time in Key West may be frostier than you had planned." Then I moved his hand back into his own lap and turned my attention to the window in time to see the plane descend in a steep approach to what looked more like a postage stamp than a landing field.

As the plane taxied up to the small terminal, my gaze swept the fences by the parking lot--and my gut and my memories gave a little jolt. Standing there beside a hulking guy in a chauffeur's uniform was an older, but no less handsome Gordon Fields. Theo had said he had a surprise for me--what he said was that he had a surprise and a concern to share with me. I had no idea what the concern was, but there was little mystery now that the surprise was Gordon Fields. Gordon was still box office at the movies, but now playing the mature leading man roles that my father was playing that summer I lost my virginity.

Before Steve moved out into the aisle of the plane, he turned and gave me a small slip of paper with "Bourbon Street Pub, Duval Street," written on it. "So you won't forget," he said, giving me "that" look. "I'd really like to get it on with you."

I pulled out my wallet and showed him I was tucking the paper away. He was well worth getting it on with if it proved convenient. I gave his boyfriend a smile too, and, in surprise, he involuntarily gave a little smile back.

by Habu

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