The Sleeper has Awaken...

Another Take

Journal Entry March 5, 2001

Every since Michael's birthday party Brian had been in a fog like he was sleep walking or something-two whole weeks and with the exception of a quick blowjob last week I hadn't been able to get a rise out of him. That's over now thanks to a café latte and Max.

Max--Maxwell Alexander Green IV. He and I kind of grew up together. He's 20 years old 6'0, 170, 8" uncut and dark his mother is Lakota. He has dark hair that comes just above he shoulders even darker eyes--I swear they're black and he's an artist. A sculptor.

He lived three doors down from my folks until he was 16. He was the first guy that I had a crush on. Even though he was almost 3 years older than us he always had time to talk to Daphne and I (she had a big crush on him, too). Back then he drove and old Mustang that he father gave him and had hair that came to the middle of his back and I thought that he was totally awesome. I remember being devastated when he moved away. So imagine my surprise when he came to my school on "Career Day" to talk about non-traditional occupations. I was even more surprised when he remembered me and asked me out for a coffee afterwards.

I started to suggest that we go to Liberty Diner and then changed my mind. How would he react to my being gay? How would Debbie behave? Would Brian be there? We finally settled on a little café in the business district near what turned out to be both of our favorite art supply store. He said he needed to pick up a few things before they closed.

We played catch up-talking about what had happened in the neighborhood since he moved away and then we started talking about art. He asked to see some of my sketches and gave me a lot of praise and suggestions. We talked for over an hour. He said he would drive me home and that's when I finally said fuck it and told him about not living at home and why.

He started to chuckle. I couldn't figure out what he thought was funny. Then he told me he was beginning to think that his "gaydar" was broken or something when all I wanted to do was talk about art and the old neighborhood. We talked some more. This time about coming out in your teens. What he said gave me some interesting insights into my father and why he reacted the way he did.

Before leaving to pay the check Max bent down and gave me a kiss that held the promise of a very eventful evening. I checked my watch to make sure that I could bring Max home and not break rule #1. It was then that I got the feeling that someone was staring at me. I turned and met another set of dark eyes. They weren't the slightly distant glazed eyes of the last two weeks. They were the old you better tell your "friend" that his plans for the evening have just been changed eyes-Brian's eyes.

Seems his office is around the corner from the café and he had worked late and wanted to grab something to eat on his way home.

When Max returned I introduced Brian or more accurately tried to introduce Brain to Max. Brian's response was to go to the door open it and utter a single word-"Justin."

As I started to go to him Max touched my sleeve bent down and whispered, "Trust me don't go with him. He'll never learn to value you if you always come when called." I thought about Michael and how he has spent 16 years following Brian around and has never gotten from him the one thing that he wants.

I looked at Max and then at Brian and walked to Brian leaned up and gave him one of my best I want you kisses and then said, "I'll call you later and let you know that I got home safe."

Max's studio was only two blocks away and he wanted to go by to drop off the art supplies he had bought and then he said he'd take me back to Debbie's. I was dieing to see his studio and agreed. He drove a Boxter. What was it that Brian said about guys who drove Boxter's…oh well it's not important.

His studio was in an old factory that housed all kinds of artisans. It was really cool. Once inside I was really surprised to see his work. The predominant material he worked in was marble but there was also some metal and clay pieces. But it was the subject matter that took my breath away.

It was all men some life sized others smaller, sometimes two men together other times three or four but all men…men doing what came naturally. As I walked through the studio I could feel his eyes on me. He asked me what I thought his work. I told him I couldn't think of words to describe how beautiful it all was. And then it happened…he asked if I would be willing to pose for him. I think it took less than two heartbeats before I said yes.

He walked over to the wall by the door and toggled a switch on a panel there. It revealed a brightly lit alcove with a huge platform bed draped in what looked like midnight blue satin surrounded by cameras both video and standard. He explained that he worked from photographs and videotape so that he could participate in the activities.

And then I took a good look at the sculptures… they had two things in common they were men with men and one of the men was always Max. Max left the room and came back wearing a long brightly colored robe and offered me a white one.

I got really nervous because other than an occasional blowjob the only person I had been with was Brian.

Max seemed to understand and told me that I was the one in control and nothing would happen that I didn't want to happen. Then he leaned in and kissed me. It was so tender and quick that if I hadn't felt the dew from his lips on mine I would have thought that I imagined it. Max told me to get undressed and make myself comfortable while he loaded the cameras. As he put film in he explained that the photographs would be done automatically by a timer one every 15 seconds and that there would be four video cameras rolling at all times.

By the time he had finished loading the first camera I was already slipping on the white robe he had given me.

Suddenly there it was again the feather light touch of lips this time on the base of my neck just below my hair line…click…whir…his hands began to undo the tie on my robe…click…whir…This time the feather was at my ear…click whir…I feel the slightly chilled air of the studio on my chest and the heat of Max's hard chest and cock on my back…click…whir.

As Max begins to explore my body with his hands he finds my nipple ring and says that he knew I would be full of surprises. By now I'm on fire and Max is talking too much. Then I feel the now all too familiar pleasure pain of having my nipple ring pulled…click…whir.

Suddenly Max's kisses aren't feather light and he is not talking as much. He whispers in my ear "I want to fuck you. Fuck you hard and fast"…click…whir.

For the first time since entering Max's studio I think of Brian and to my surprise I say "Yes"…click…whir.

Before I can have second thoughts Max pushes me forward and then I feel first one then two then three lubed fingers slip into me…click…whir. Then the sound of a condom being ripped open…click…whir.

As Max enters me he grabs my cock and begins to fuck me as promised--hard and fast…click…whir.

Again I think of Brian and know that I truly have been with a master. Then I can't think as the pressure builds and all I can think of is my orgasm and Max's hand moving faster and faster on my cock and His pounding into my with fast, hard, short strokes…click…whir.

We cum together and fall forward onto the huge bed. As my breathing returns to normal Max rolls off the bed and walks over to one of the cameras. I close my eyes thinking he's checking the film. Then I hear Max call my name. When I open my eyes he snaps a picture. He tells me to relax that we're almost finished… click… click…click.

I did as promised. I called Brian when I got back home. He answered the phone on the first ring. I simply said. "I'm home." At first there was just silence on the other end of the line. Then he said, "Well?"

I don't know why, other than the fact that it felt like the most natural thing in the world to do-I told him all about being with Max.

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Journal entry March 12, 2001

"Sunshine, a package came for you. I put it your room."

I hadn't ordered anything so I couldn't figure out what it could possibly be. I opened the letter that was taped to the outside of the package. It was from Max.

Thought you might like to share these with Brian.  Max.

There were stills of Max and I.

"Hello Brian. I have something to show you. Can I come over?"

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