This is a gay erotic fantasy inspired by an episode of the ABC sitcom "That Girl" titled "The Apartment," which first aired on Oct. 5, 1967. Watching a repeat of that episode served as a springboard for this fantasy, though this story is purely the imagination of this author and does not reflect the intentions of either the actors who played these characters or the show's scriptwriters.
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Ann Marie picked up the phone as soon as she returned to her room in the Ambassador Hotel. "I'd like to place a station-to-station call to New York," she told the hotel operator before giving Don's phone number. Even at the lower rate, the long-distance call would be expensive if she and Don talked more than a couple of minutes.
"Hello, this is Donald Hollinger," her boyfriend answered. Don must have left his home number with the secretary of someone he's trying to interview for an article in Newsview, Ann thought.
"Hi sweetheart, it's Ann!"
"Ann! How did the shoot go today?" Don replied.
"Great, it went great. I miss you, though," Ann said. "At least you won't be alone this weekend."
"Yeah, my old frat brother should be knocking on the door any minute," Don told Ann. "His flight from Terre Haute was supposed to touch down about two hours ago."
"That's great! I'll see you when I get back to New York next week," Ann replied. "You two have fun this weekend."
"We will," Don told Ann, thinking to himself especially with you not here to interrupt our kinky escapades.
Shortly after hanging up the phone, Don heard a knock on the door. "Who's there?" he yelled.
"Harry Banner," a deep voice on the other side replied in a rapid, even cadence.
Don opened the door and saw his old friend standing in the hall, flanked by two suitcases. Harry was wearing a three-piece black suit complete with black bowler hat. Only Harry could dress like John Steed from that new British TV series "The Avengers" and not have people laugh at his appearance, Don thought.
"Harry! Good to see you!" Don exclaimed as he hugged his old friend. "Come on in."
Harry sat on the couch while Don went in the kitchen to get some drinks.
Don returned with two bottles of beer, handed one to Harry and said, "I'm glad I'm getting to see you this trip, unlike last time."
"Yeah," Harry replied, "the last time I made a spur-of-the-moment trip to New York, you had to go out of town on a last-minute assignment. And you had told Ann she could stay here while her apartment was being fumigated. All the hotels were booked, and I had to nail the bedroom door shut to convince her I wouldn't try anything while she was asleep."
"If she only knew," Don laughed.
"You've got a pretty sweet arrangement, guy," Harry said. "How long have you two been going together ... six or seven years? And she still thinks you haven't tried to get fresh with her because you respect her not being that kind of girl."
"Yeah, if old Lew Marie had any inkling, he'd stop worrying about Ann giving in to a moment of passion and start worrying about me not trying to get to first base with his daughter," Don said.
Don started to get up from the couch. "I guess you want to put your stuff in your room and freshen up after your flight."
"*My* room?" Harry expressed surprise. "You're going to make me sleep by myself this weekend?"
"Of course not," Don replied. "Put your suitcases in my bedroom. You want to take a shower? I'll get you some towels."
"Yeah, a shower would be good," Harry said. "You're not thinking about getting back at me for some of those initiation stunts, are you?" Harry had been pledgemaster the year Don pledged the fraternity.
"Certainly not," Don dismissed Harry's conspiracy theory. "The hazing was fun when you were pledgemaster. And remember, I was pledgemaster the year after you graduated."
"Yeah, fun," Harry said. "I remember when your blindfold was removed on hell night and you realized your face was just an eighth of an inch from David Baron's bare ass."
"Hell night opened my eyes in more ways than one," Don said. "The year I was pledgemaster, I sat my bare ass on the face of every pledge at least once."
Harry took his suitcases into the bedroom and began undressing to get in the shower.
Don stayed in the living room but watched through the partially open bedroom door as Harry removed his coat, his vest, his tie, his shirt, his pants, and finally his T-shirt and tighty whities, revealing the cock and ass Don hadn't seen for about a decade.
Don began taking off his own clothes when he heard Harry turn on the shower. He waited a few seconds, then slowly opened the bathroom door and walked over to the shower.
Don put his left hand around the base of his cock and reached up with his right hand to jerk open the shower curtain. He aimed his dick at a surprised Harry and let loose a strong stream of pungent piss on his former pledgemaster.
"You remember the start of hell night," Harry exclaimed.
Don laughed as he stepped into the shower with Harry. He began soaping Harry's back, then rubbed the bar of soap up and down inside Harry's ass crack. Harry then took the bar of soap from Don and soaped Don's back and ass crack.
After the shower, Don offered to give Harry a massage to help him relax after his flight.
Harry lay face down on the bed. Don straddled Harry's thighs, his cock resting against the base of Harry's back, and began rubbing his shoulders. Don inched backward so his hands could knead Harry's back and buns, then Don moved farther back and he began working his hands down Harry's legs.
When Don's hands reached Harry's feet, Don stood up at the foot of the bed and Harry rolled over on his back.
Don straddled Harry again, this time facing his feet. Don began massaging Harry's feet, then he began working his hands up Harry's legs. Don again began moving his body backward so that by the time his hands were up to Harry's thighs, Don's ass was hovering over Harry's face.
Harry opened his eyes and focused on Don's muscular glutes as his host lowered his ass closer to his face. Harry inhaled the soft scent of bath soap from the freshly washed ass crack. He extended the tip of his tongue into the base of Don's crack and flicked it, gently tickling Hollinger's hole.
As Harry's cock stiffened, Don wrapped his hand around the shaft and began pumping in a steady motion. In a few minutes the thrust of Harry's tongue against Don's hole began to slow while his breathing became heavier, and Don sensed that his frat brother was approaching orgasm.
Don maintained a steady rhythm on Harry's cock. Harry began gyrating his hips just before thick strands of silky cream erupted from his piss slit onto his stomach.
Don continued pumping the shaft until no more cum oozed out of his friend's cock. He unstraddled Harry, stood by the side of the bed, reached down and scooped some of Harry's cum into his right hand. He then held his cupped hand over Harry's lips to give Harry a taste of his own jism.
