Naked Hero - The Journey Away

inspiration, and a worthy rival for the American idol in the lusting after stakes. But for what he had done yesterday, Lee deserved respect for more than just his fine body. Lewis still suspected that there was an agenda afoot, something beyond the thrill and kudos of adding a Wimbledon champion to the obscenely long list of men that he’d serviced. But Lee had proved himself to be a friend of sorts, and it would be a treat indeed to be added to that list – the sort of treat that Lewis was in serious need of after a fortnight of abstinence and the teasing voyeurism of today. Inspiration is fine, solo pleasuring a healthy past-time - but it falls a poor second to the real thing with a real man.
    And there was the rub! With the exciting complication of having two figures of erotic fantasy now real in his life, Lewis had to remember that it was Lee, not Scott, who was the man for that particular job. Getting hung up on a self-professed gay stud might be a mistake, but getting hung up on a straight guy would be folly beyond belief, and young Macleod had made enough mistakes of late where sexy big hunks were concerned.
    The call from Lee came early in the evening when Lewis was in his room. He laughed when he saw the name displayed on his ringing mobile. It was as if the guy was psychic, knowing that Lewis was thinking about him – thinking about his body and a feast of flesh that was hungered for, much more than the dinner that was being prepared at the time.
    Best wishes were offered for the match the following day. Lee enquired after his chances, which Lewis thought were good. Then Lee asked him how he saw the rest of the tournament unfolding, giving no indication that he’d already studied the draw and had formed his own conclusions. Lewis took him through the likely opponents, impressed that Lee was taking such an interest, and explained to him that the first real threat would probably come on Monday, in the fourth round.
    “If it’s the Aussie,” said Lewis, “then it’ll be on the main show court, for sure. He’ll probably be their last hope, so it will be the big match for the spectators and TV. That means it’s bound to be in the Rod Laver Arena. I’ve never played there, so in a way I’d quite like him to get through, but Jim thinks that he’ll lose in the third round to a French bloke. If that’s the case, then it might be an easier match, less pressure, not so high profile.”
    “But if it is the Aussie, he could bring trouble with him, like the last one did,” Lee prompted. He’d already worked out which match to target.
    “And I’ll ignore it if he does. I’m not going to let that happen again, Lee ,” Lewis adamantly stated.
    “You do realise that Monday will be the eve of Australia Day! That’s a party night here, so the crowd will be boisterous. You might need a friend, just in case.”
    Lewis drew in a deep breath. There it was – the offer again – packaged so cleverly, innocent in the phrasing. But their sort of friendship could never be innocent. It could never be free of complications. There was danger in this on so many levels. But the temptation to succumb was just too great, and Lewis was done with hiding.
    “Would you come?” he asked.
    “Of course, if you wanted me to,” answered a delighted Lee Porter, who back in Sydney could scarcely believe his luck that the offer had been made without the need to coax. “I’m not going to pretend otherwise – I really want to see you again, Lewis... But...”
    “But what?”
    “As I said before - I don’t want to cause you any embarrassment by being at the match. Even as a friend, it might not be such a good idea for you to be associated with me.”
    “I’ve thought about that. Let them talk - it’s not a problem. So please, come along as my guest... that’s if I get there of course.”
    “You will. I’m sure of it. And I’ll make sure to be free for the start of next week. Thanks, Lewis... So what happens if you win? The quarter-finals, eh! That would be something. Who would you face then?” asked Lee, as if he didn’t already know the answer.
    “Alberto Gonzales,” said Lewis. “That’s the big match. That’s the one that really worries me.”
    “Well, one game at a time. I’ll call again tomorrow, after your match if that’s okay. I’ll be sure to watch it if it’s on television.”
    “I’m on the Margaret Court Arena, so it might be... By the way - how did your meeting go - the one with HIM