Chapter 3 – Chapter 3
Wade LaPage stood at the dock in Baltimore, his eyes anxiously scanning all of the passengers, most of them marked off in closely embracing couples, as they walked down the gangplank from the Bermuda gay cruise party ship.
After a couple of hours, the departees thinned out and the crew began to leave the ship.
One sweet, mincing late-departing trick gave Wade a flutter of his eyelashes and a seductive smile as he passed close to him.
When the first officer hit the dockside from the gang plank, LaPage walked swiftly over to him.
“Has it worked?”
“Yes, by Christmas Day, your young friend was fucking like a bunny. Couldn’t get enough of it. He’s a great fuck too, I’ll tell you. I can see why you invested the money and effort into him. But I think I gave you value for your money for my part in breaking him down.”
“And no doubt you took him first,” LaPage said with a snort.
The first mate grinned, telling LaPage everything he needed to know about that. “Yes, and third and fourth, as I remember. And he wanted it bad. Before the night was out he was riding my cock and telling me he couldn’t get enough.”
LaPage scowled, this being just a bit more than he wanted to hear. “I haven’t seen him come off the ship, though. Do you know where he is?”
It was the first mate’s turn to scowl, and he turned away as if he was going to walk off without answering.
But LaPage grabbed at his shirt sleeve. “Is he still aboard?”
“No,” the first mate answered. “He got off in Bermuda with the British movie star, Magnus Brooks. And he didn’t get back on before we sailed. If you want him, I guess you’ll have to go to Bermuda to get him.”
Wade LaPage was thinking about doing just that as he walked out toward the parking area. But when he reached the curb, he saw the cute young trick he’d seen mince off the ship while he was waiting for his art student to appear. He sauntered up beside the young man.
“Are you waiting for a taxi?”
“Yeah, but, fuck all, I got off the ship late. It may be hours before any get back here.”
“So, you are in a hurry to get somewhere?”
The young man stood back and looked Wade up and down and then smiled. “Not particularly.”
“I could give you a ride, if you like.”
“What sort of ride?” the young man asked saucily.
“I’ll give you $100 for a fuck and then I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go. For another $100, I’ll take you home for the night. Then we can talk about what sort of ride. You will enjoy it.”
“Well, Merry Christmas to you too. So, where’s your car?” the young man asked.