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Absolute Convergence: Tahoe Shores
By John Yager
This is the second of five chapters
of a new Absolute Convergence sequel.
While this story is being added to
the existing Absolute Convergence file, it constitutes a self-contained
narrative. I've given this sequel the subtitle Tahoe Shores for reasons
which will become clear as the story unfolds. While it will be helpful
for readers to know the original Absolute Convergence series, in which
all the principal characters were introduced, this story should be enjoyable
as an independent story.
Absolute Convergence made its first
appearance in January, 2001 as a series which eventually ran to a total
of eighty chapters, the last of which was posted in January, 2004. I never
anticipated the series continuing for Young Cp so long and I am still amazed by
the incredible loyalty of readers who stayed with it, or with me, from
I am also appreciative of those newer
readers who have contacted me from time to time to say that they've discovered
the series and worked their way through the collected chapters.
I'm always glad to receive comments,
questions, criticism and encouragement and hope to continue hearing from
you. I try to answer all messages promptly. If I'm slow at times it's only
because of the pressures of work.
Andrew continues to give me much
needed proofing and editorial help for which I am sincerely grateful.
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"I'm impressed," Dorothy Bridges
said as she tossed the script of Crome Yellow on the table.
"Thanks, I guess." I grinned as I
got up to help her with her chair. We were in the NSB Commissary. Meeting
for lunch on Thursdays had become a standing date when we were both in
"Chicken salad," she said when the
waiter offered her a menu. We both knew it well enough to order without
looking. Dorothy usually had chicken salad and I usually had clam chowder,
New York style. New England was great but the cream base was just too many
"Beverages?" the waiter asked.
"Water now, coffee later," Dorothy
said and I nodded agreement.
"Aren't we a bit brisk today?" I
"I just have an hour and I want to
talk. So tell me if II is going to be assigned to Crome Yellow." II was
our insider shorthand for Industrial Illusions, the subsidiary of NSB with
which Dorothy worked.
"Yes, you're in."
"Well, that's a weight off my shoulders."
"You were right, it's a rational
"Yes, but you never know if studio
execs will be rational."
"Too true," I laughed as the waiter
returned with glasses and a carafe of iced water.
"Now tell me about Alvarado Court,"
"The place or my book."
"Well, it was published three years
ago, good reviews, average sales."
"Does NSB own the film rights?"
"They don't own them but they have
an option or first refusal or something like that. It's part of my contract.
They let me work off the clock on my own projects and I hold copyright
to anything I publish. But in consideration of my primary position as head
of Wordsmiths, NSB has the right to buy film rights to anything I do."
"So why isn't it being filmed?"
"I don't know. Maybe they think it's
too out of the mainstream to make any money."
"Why are you interested anyway, Dot,
there's nothing there for II."
"There's nothing for II but there's
a hell of a lot there for me and every other gay or lesbian person and
it needs to be done."
"Aren't we on a soap box today,"
I responded. But I did know what she meant. There were too few films which
dealt with gay and lesbian issues and the few which did were usually so
prejudiced that they did far more harm than good.
"Don't tell me you don't know what
"I know what you mean but I'm still
not sure a film version of Alvarado Court would do much good."
"How many copies of the book sold?"
"Fifty, maybe sixty thousand."
"Put it in theaters, sweetheart,
and more people than that will see it in the first week, even in limited
release. It may not be a blockbuster but there is definitely a market for
good films based on gay themes. You get a known star or two and you can
"For sure," she said as the waiter
returned with our food. "Can you take this LA tap water away," she asked
him, "and bring us a bottle of San Pellegrino?"
"Certainly," the waiter smiled.
"Fresh glasses, too, and no ice."
"This isn't a third world country,
Dot," I laughed. "You don't need to worry about the safety of the water."
"I know it may be sanitary, if you
overlook all the junk they put in it, but it tastes like a chemistry set."
"When did you ever taste a chemistry
set?" I laughed again.
"I have a very sensitive tongue,"
"I bet you do," I laughed.
That evening I told William about
the conversation I'd had with Dorothy Bridges over lunch.
"She's right," he said. "Maybe it's
time to form an independent film company dedicated to gay and lesbian issues."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes," he said. "Absolutely."
"Do you think a decent script could
be developed from Alvarado Court?" I asked.
"Yes, it would take some doing, but
you and the rest of the Wordsmiths group could pull it off."
"Do you see it as something this
new production company could do?"
"Maybe. It would be a great first
"So the new group would do it instead
"Well, if we wanted to give a new
group a gay and lesbian focus it would be a good start. There aren't many
books around that deal so powerfully with the issues of prejudice and homophobia."
Our conversation was interrupted
there by a phone call from one of William's team and a few days later we
left for London, so we didn't get back to the idea of a film version of
Alvarado Court for a couple of weeks. But the idea of doing the film as
part of the start-up of a new film company had been planted in my mind
and the next time Dorothy Bridges and I met for lunch I mentioned it to
"It would be great," she responded
enthusiastically, "but I think it should have a broader mission."
"Not just gay and lesbian films?"
"Wouldn't such a company have more
credibility if it focused on a wider range of social issues? There's a
real need for films dealing with discrimination and all sorts of social
"I suppose," I said, trying to think
through the possibilities. Dorothy surprised me by suggesting something
I'd not considered.
"You know where it should start?"
"By making films for children, you
know, family stuff."
"Children's films dealing with lesbian
and gay issues? Come on, Dot, you're not serious."
"No, you dope," she laughed. "But
there are a lot of wonderful stories for kids dealing with the broader
issue of tolerance. Just think what an impact such films could have."
"Films teaching acceptance of people
of different racial or religious backgrounds?"
"Yes, or economic or cultural backgrounds,
but for children I'd suggest stories which were a little more subtle, not
about people . . . animals, perhaps."
Doesn't II have an animation unit?"
"Interesting," I said, thinking about
So our first idea of making a film
version of Alvarado Court was temporarily shelved and we got down to some
serious discussions of Dorothy's broader concept. Over the next six or
seven months the new company, eventually called Rainbow Productions, was
formed and a year later its first production was released.
Rainbow Productions, like William's
Starmark, or Wordsmiths, the writing and project development shop I ran,
was organized as a wholly owned subsidiary of NSB and Dorothy Bridges was
named as its head.
In late 1991 Beavers of Bagley Creek
opened in theaters countrywide and in six European capitals, just in time
for the Christmas holidays. It was an animated film with a G Rating and
was an instant success and huge money maker. It was the third highest grossing
film NSB released that year.
The story was simple, more or less
a retelling of the Ugly Duckling theme, but with a considerable amount
of humor and a few mildly scary moments. While simple and childlike in
its approach, it taught some important lessons about acceptance and tolerance.
Rainbow Productions was off to a successful start.
The day after the Hollywood opening
of Beavers of Bagley Creek, William and I hosted our annual Christmas party
which over the years had become quite an event. Over three hundred people
were through our house during a six hour period. The next day we left the
considerable task of cleaning up to our housekeeper and the caterers as
again William and I flew to London for the Christmas holidays.
While Rainbow's first film was being
produced, largely at the old II shops in the Bay Area, Wordsmiths was hard
at work on a script of Alvarado Court. But leave it to William to have
a surprise up his sleeve. We were snuggling in bed on Christmas Eve at
our London flat in Burton's Court.
"Remember all those building components
we bought when the old Alvarado Court apartments were being razed," he
asked as he nibbled my left ear.
"Yes," I groaned, my mind far from
doors and beams stored on the back lot at NSB in LA.
"I told Ted Oliver, our chief designer
at Starmark, to make an inventory and come up with ways of using them in
the sets for the film."
"The film version of Alvarado Court?"
I asked, trying to make some sense of what William was saying while my
concentration was diverted by his tongue in my ear and his hand on my hard
"Yes," he whispered back. His hand
had moved down further and was gently massaging my balls.
"Is that what you had in mind five
or six years ago when we bought that stuff?"
"Yes, for starters. We'll use it
in the film and NSB will write off the cost. Then when the sets are disassembled
we'll Young Cp move all the bits and pieces up to Tahoe at no cost to us."
"Why Tahoe?" I asked. My mind
still wasn't focusing.
"Do you remember that grove of dense
pines a few hundred feet north of the lodge?"
"Sure," I whimpered. I had fond memories
of that grove.
"It's ours now."
"Ours. I arranged for NSB to transfer
the title. Five acres right on the shore belongs to you and me, joint ownership,
just like the house on Corona del Mar and this flat. At least it will belong
to us as soon as we get home and sign the papers."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well," he grinned, "For starters,
I'm going to fuck you."
"I mean with the land," I groaned.
"We're going to build our own cabin,
well, a house really."
His fingers had moved back further,
behind my balls, and one was gently circling the pulsing bud of my ass.
Further conversation stopped.
William gently prodded my ass, first
with one well lubed finger, then two, then three. We did this often, two
or three times a week, sometimes with me topping him, sometimes, as now,
with him fucking me. We were practiced but it was always a thrill as I
felt my body open to his touch, or his to mine.
That night, however, William was
especially slow, taking far more time than usual, at least twenty minutes
I think, but I lost all sense of time. Before Young Cp he finally finished I was
pleading with him to fuck me.
Finally, with me on my back, our
favorite position, he knelt between my legs, lifted them to his shoulders,
and guided his rampant cock to my well dilated hole.
"Yesssss," I hissed as he slid in
After all the time he'd taken preparing
me, I needed no time at all to adjust to his presence.
"Fuck me hard," I moaned and the
game was afoot.
Slowly at first, taking long, gliding
strokes, he slid in full length and then backed out until the flared head
of his cock tugged against the tight ring of my sphincter. That went on
for several minutes but eventually he began to quicken the pace. With each
entry and retreat the bulbous head of his cock raked over the knot of my
prostate, sending electrical charges up the length of my spine.
Even when fucking at considerable
force and speed, William was always able to maintain control of himself
and me. He brought us both near the edge and backed off three or four times
before he began to fuck me fast and hard with short, pounding strokes which
sent us both into spasms of ecstasy. I came with such force that my own
sperm shot up over my chest, hit my neck and face and a few strands plastered
in my rumpled hair.
I felt William's climax like a minor
explosion in my gut.
"Oh, god," he moaned as he slumped
over me, pressing his chest against mine as his face came to rest on my
right shoulder. "I love you, Robert," he droned, "I love you so much."
The next morning we drove down to
Talbot Hall, Sir Peter's place in Surrey. The NSB London office always
sent a car when we needed transport but we'd insisted on doing our own
driving, not only because we didn't want to make one of the company chauffeurs
work on Christmas day, but also because we wanted the time alone together.
The car which had been brought for our use the previous day was a sleek
We arrived at Talbot Hall in time
for drinks at one o'clock, followed by a sumptuous Christmas dinner. There
were twenty-two people around the long Tudor table and, as usual, the food
was amazing and the wines superb.
"You two are to be congratulated,"
William's father said as we were having coffee after the meal. "That kiddy
flick you pulled off seems to be a raging success."
"We had a lot of help," I said, looking
over at William. He and his father had come to terms over the years but
there were Young Cp times when I felt a sudden spark of conflict. The earlier tensions
between them, while dating back to William's teenage years and before,
still kept the two of them from the easy intimacy most fathers and sons
find normal and natural. I sometimes thought that in many ways I had a
more relaxed relationship with Peter than William had.
"But I know it was the two of you
who brought the project together," Peter said.
"It was largely Robert's doing,"
"Well then," his father said, lifting
his brandy, "here's to Robert. I knew you found a treasure when you married
Other guests wandered into the vast
room and the conversation soon drifted on to other things.
Christmas at Talbot Hall was always
quite interesting but William and I agreed on our drive back to London
that evening that we preferred our own rather quiet holidays at home.
To be continued.
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