“Mr. Montgomery, we had a problem,” Jed, the chief of security officer, said to Adam. “We need you to come to the security office.”
Adam groaned. Nico had been in a romantic mood, and they were both trying to recover from their lovemaking. “Okay, I’ll be there.” He hung up and tugged on his briefs and pants.
Nico lay on his stomach recovering. “Where are you going?”
“Downstairs to the security office. Get some sleep. I’ll be back shortly.” He finished dressing.
Nico stopped talking and dozed off.
Adam left the suite and took the elevator down to the lobby. He entered the security office and shut the door.
Jed and two other officers stood near a chair. They had a kid handcuffed to it.
“What did he do?” Adam asked, walking further into the office. Adam gasped, but didn’t comment.
“We found him behind the hotel rooting through one of the Dumpsters,” Jeb answered.
The young man tried to get free.
Adam walked closer. “What were you digging in the garbage bins for?”
Blue Eyes glared at him. “What do you think?”
That sweet voice did not go with the angry frown. Adam glared back at the beautiful blond-haired moppet. He was covered in trash and smelled awful.
“He said he was hunting for food,” one of the other guards said.
Great. “What happened to all the money you and that other kid raked in earlier when you performed in the park?”
The young man refused to answer.
“Listen, we can do this the easy way or I can call the police,” Adam threatened. He was tired from sexing up Nico, and all he wanted to do was take a shower and go back to bed.
“I’ve committed no crime. Once it goes into the Dumpster it’s free game. The garbage men are just going to cart it away to the dump tomorrow.”
His voice mesmerized Adam. It reminded him of a bird serenading the flowers. “True, but you earned enough money to buy food. Why dig in the garbage?”
“The money isn’t for food. It’s for medicine.”
Adam gasped. “Drugs?”
The street urchin rolled those amazing blue eyes at him. “No, medicine. Insulin is very expensive. And Kalen needs diapers and milk.”
“Oh, Kalen is the baby,” Adam said, remembering the child in the stroller. “Is he yours?”
The lad shook his head. “No, he’s our baby brother.”
“The guitarist is your brother, too?” Now that he thought about it they did resemble, but this one was cuter even under the dirt and grime. “Is the insulin for you?”
“No, for Jonas. He’s the oldest.”
“And your name is?”
“Frank. Frankie Kerry.”
“It’s nice to meet you Frankie Kerry. My name is Adam Montgomery, and this is my hotel. But even though Dumpster-diving isn’t illegal, being on hotel property without permission is. Do you understand?”
“Of course I do. I’m not ignorant, just poor. So what are you going to do, call the police and have me arrested? I’ll be out in less than seventy-two hours.”
Frankie made one of the scary security guards chuckle.
Adam wasn’t amused. “You’ve been arrested before?”
“I wouldn’t call it arrested. Detained is a more appropriate word.”
Cute and intelligent. The kid had quite a mouth on him. “How old are you, Frankie?”
“Seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in a couple of weeks.”
Aye? Adam had guessed him younger. Being seventeen also meant sooner or later he’d end up in an adult prison. Adam eyed him up again. Gawd, he’s cute. He couldn’t let Frankie go to jail. He groaned, knowing he could be arrested for what he was thinking.
Frankie’s stomach growled loudly.
“When was the last time you ate?” Adam asked.
Frankie looked away embarrassed. “I don’t remember. Maybe two or three days ago.”
“What?” Adam fumed. “Where are your parents?” He’d get their names and have them charged with child neglect.
“They’re dead,” Frankie answered. Tears threatened to spill from those beautiful eyes. The brave pout had disappeared, and the bottom lip trembled. “They were killed in a fire about six months ago. Jonas has been taking care of us so we won’t be separated or placed in foster care.”
Adam continued to frown. “Well, he hasn’t been taking very good care of you. How old is he, anyway?”
“Twenty, and he’s doing the best he can, considering.”
“Considering what?” Adam asked. “Why can’t a twenty-year old get a job and take care of his siblings?”
“Considering he’s sick. He has diabetes and asthma,” Frankie answered. “He can’t do any hard labor like construction work because of the dust. We’ve been able to work at the fast food restaurants, but because of the erratic schedules, we had to quit because one of us has to watch Kalen.”
Adam signaled for the guard. “Turn him loose, Jed.”
Jed walked around Frankie and took the handcuffs off him.
Frankie rubbed his small wrists.
“Are you sure you’re seventeen?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I graduated from high school just before my parents died. Jonas had to drop out of college to take care of us.”
The story just got sadder and sadder. “You play the violin really well.”
“My father taught me. He used to play in a symphony orchestra before he died.” Frankie continued to rub his wrists. “I have a music scholarship, but it wasn’t right for me to let Jonas quit and do all the work.”
“Don’t you have any relatives who can take in and watch after Kalen while you two go back to school?”
Frankie shook his head. “It’s just us. I’m going to audition for the New Orleans Symphony when I turn eighteen. Then I can get us a home and Jonas can go back to school.”
Adam sighed. This is too fricking much. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. “This is Adam. I need you to open the Roosevelt Suite. I’m expecting guests for the weekend.”
Adam shuddered looking down on the beautiful naked form of Frankie. He’d never took anyone’s cherry before, but he knew he had to take his time and not do something to make Frankie more afraid than he probably already was. He had removed his shirt earlier. All that remained now were his black slacks and briefs.
Frankie watched him, eyes wide, alert, and a little teary with delight.
“Are you ready for this?” Adam asked as he slowly slid his zipper down.
Frankie nodded. “I’m anxious to see your body. I bet it’s spectacular.”
Talk about a boost to the ego. Adam removed his pants. His briefs followed. He stood away from the bed so Frankie could get a good look at him. “Well, what do you think?”
Frankie lowered his gaze slowly and then smiled. “It’s just the way I imagined.” He moved from the bed, knelt before Adam, and wrapped his arms around his waist. He ran his finger through the silky black pubic hair before wrapping his fingers around his cock. “May I?”
Adam nodded. “Yes, oh yes you may.” In his wildest dreams he never envisioned this. “Ah!” he uttered as Frankie wrapped his soft lips around the head of dick and then began licking him gently. Small perfect fingers tenderly squeezed his balls. Adam shuddered, feeling like a teenager again. Frankie reached around and cupped his buttocks and pulled him closer as he moved his head back and forth.
Adam reached down and ran his fingers through Frankie’s curly hair.
Frankie stopped the blow job on him and looked up with big expectant eyes. “Am I doing this right?”
Adam pulled him to his feet. “You did it perfectly.” He kissed Frankie’s love-swollen lips. “But I can’t have all the fun.” He lay down on the bed and showed Frankie how to lay on him to perform the sixty-nine. Frankie had a squeezable behind, fleshy and tantalizing.
Frankie went back to sucking him and jumped a little when Adam finally wrapped his lips around his cock. His pre-cum had a combination sweet-salty taste, and Adam lapped it up quickly. He slowly rubbed a finger up the crack of Frankie’s ass, trembling with a maddening urge to be buried deep inside him. He’d come prepared with a tiny tube of lube with the hope that he’d read Frankie’s signals correctly. It would make preparing him for entry easy and not tear his delicate skin.
“Let’s change positions,” Adam said after he’d sucked Frankie’s dick enough to get him aroused. He put Frankie on his back on the pillows and swooped down on him and kissed him passionately so the feelings would linger. He rubbed his body against Frankie’s, allowing their genitalia to touch. “I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.” He stopped kissing his lips and moved down Frankie’s pearly white chest and stomach until his tongue landed in the pale blond pubic hair. Frankie had a much larger dick than he anticipated, neatly circumcised with a little slit. Adam tickled it with the tip of his tongue. He lifted Frankie’s hips and allowed his tongue to tickle the tiny little pink hole. Frankie shook above him. Adam didn’t stop to let him get a grip on what he was doing to him. The faster Frankie got comfortable with gay sex, the better.
“Oh!” Frankie uttered as Adam slipped the top of his finger in. He clenched his buttocks.
He felt unbelievably tight, and his own dick stood up and saluted. “I have to prepare you,” Adam said. “I’ll try to be gentle.”
Frankie stopped resisting and actually started using his muscles to tighten around the finger that Adam had finally slipped inside. He’d taken the gel out of his pocket and squeezed some on his finger. Frankie jumped again and then relaxed as Adam rubbed the lube in.
“That feels good. What is it?” Frankie asked.
“Warming gel,” Adam said. “Cherry flavored.”
Frankie chuckled and then groaned as Adam worked in a second finger.
Adam chuckled, moved away from Frankie, and began stroking his own cock as he opened the condom. He slipped it on and rose over Frankie. “This is your last chance to walk away from this.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Frankie said, reaching for him.
Adam positioned himself between Frankie’s legs, laid atop him, and began kissing him again. With one hand he raised Frankie’s hips and guided his cock to the hole with the other. He continued kissing him as he thrust his hips forward hard and sent the head of his dick inside Frankie.
Frankie groaned against his lips as Adam inched more inside. The gel made it easier to glide, and Adam didn’t waste a minute taking control of the situation.
Frankie’s groans turned to moans as Adam made love to him slowly at first and then with a little more vigor. He knew when he found Frankie’s pleasure gland because his young lover’s cock moved up toward his navel, rock hard and sexually oozing pre-cum. Frankie moved beneath him, rolling his hips. Adam fucked him harder. Frankie spread his legs farther apart, and his breathing changed. He bit his bottom lip. He’s about to come. Adam began humping him. “Don’t hold back, Frankie. Just let go.” Frankie’s back arched, and he moaned Adam’s name loudly. His cock spurted, and Frankie’s body shook. Adam slowed his roll to let Frankie catch his breath.
“You made me come,” he said, a little embarrassed and a lot surprised.
“Yeah,” Adam said. “That’s what I was trying to do.” He slid out. “On your knees.”
Frankie rolled over slowly and assumed the position.
“Get used to it. This is the way most gay guys make love.” Adam got behind him and eased his cock back in.
Frankie trembled. “You’re in so deep.”
“Now rock back and forth,” Adam instructed.
It took Frankie a couple of seconds to get the hang of it. “Oh my, this feels so good.”