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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 20 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Don't be a stranger, Jeadi!"
Watching, Jason felt `good' around Jeadi. In a way, thinking about his hairy bod, he thought of it as more than a fetish.
As for Jeadi, it became a way to disguise scars from the downsides of his life.
He shook his head, Jason not understanding how people can put down other people, just for being `who' they are. He made up his mind it was not the last he would see of Jeadi. Who knows, maybe the hot water would quit again!
Something real important made Jason put away those thoughts right now, the rumble in his stomach, rubbing his six pack, "Why does sex have to burn so many carbs?"
Then it came back to him, hitting him right in the ass... Not Jeadi's cock, but his own thoughts about going out to dinner with `Uncle' tonight. It would have gotten him off campus and the ability to hit a grocery store, shore up the depleted stock of his now-working fridge.
It was 2 hours away from curfew, 10pm, but hunger could be almost like wanting sex, maybe second to it, but what made Jason head to his bedroom, dump his back pack out and dress `essentially', shirt, shorts and stepping into some flip-flops, it was enough to make him look like an ordinary guy.
With one problem on his mind, not how to get off campus, he thought it a cinch since he could be sneaky when he wanted. Jason snaps his fingers, thinking about some wheels, "Xeno!"
He had hoped like hell Xeno was in his dorm, instead of horned-up, out on the prowl... "Well, well, well," Jason assumed his thoughts correct, stuffing his cell into his shorts pocket, seeing Xeno, in the distance of the student parking lot, stepping out of his car, heading back to the dorm, "Hey Xeno!" He then laughed, watching Xeno looking all around like he was intentionally trying to prank him.
He could have used it an excuse, it getting dark, the Greek yelling, "Who's there?"
Twelve feet away, Jason yells, "You don't know my voice yet?"
"Of course," Xeno lied.
"I'm starving."
"For...?"
Folding his arms across his chest, Jason pretty much had summed up, "Where were you tonight?"
Facing Jason, Xeno replies, "I was with Kev," white dress shirt no longer looking the part, wrinkled, like it had been taken off and rolled up into a ball, before being put back on.
"Why am I not surprised?" Jason fingers one of the eyelets of the shirt, showing how the buttons remaining to be fastening, don't match up with the amount of holes left to go.
"Oh yeah," Xeno says of it, "had my shirt off."
Like playing a game, it sort of was going the way of strip poker, "That's all?"
Not into talking himself up, Xeno asks, "I thought you were hungry. Me too!" Though, more hungry for stuff 2 guys do with their clothes off, he settles for the `other' hunger!
Walking back to Xeno's car, Jason says, "How did you manage to get off campus?"
Xeno had had a long afternoon, first saying, "I paid a visit to Dean Martin."
"Oh! So, you did my little favor for me?" Jason put his arm over Xeno's shoulder. "Thanks!"
"Not," they stop walking, Xeno facing Jason.
Smirking, Jason replies, "That's okay. I know you didn't want to do it."
"Not I didn't want to. `He' didn't."
"Okay," Jason said with reluctance, thoughts of wondering why. When he left the office, he was sure the dean and he were all set.
"I told him you sent me and he said wasn't into it, doing it with students."
"Hmm," it contradicted Jason's opinion, based on hearsay upon first entering Manfredi territory.
Silence falls over the two, something unspoken between them.
"Okay," Jason reckons, "well... maybe I was reading into something which shouldn't have been read into."
"Huh?" Xeno replies.
They laugh, get in the car and laugh it off some more.
Right before they made their exit past the security booth, Xeno yells, "Duck!"
Outside the school, heading on down the road, Jason says, "I owe ya one, Xeno."
"Good!"
"Good?" Jason thinks on it. "Why don't I think it sounds so good?"
"Kev wants to have a threeway." Though, Xeno felt like eating his words, thinking about he could have forced the issue, Kev, Marshall and himself braided up in the back of the truck.
Thinking right on it, it didn't turn Jason totally off, however, "Um, like can't Kev get some frat guys to help you and he out?"
"He named you. Kev says he wants to be taken at both ends with aggressive cocks!" Xeno laughs, a disguise while waiting for the uncertainty of his bud's reaction.
It made Jason laugh, even though he got a jolt in his pants, "Me? He thinks I'm `aggressive', does he?"
"He's not the only one."
"Oh? How would you know Xeno, when I've never been `up there'?"
"He saw you swimming at your uncle's pool. Remember?"
"I remember," Jason acts skeptical. "So what's up about that?"
"Nothing. Kev was amazed at how big you were even though you had been in the pool."
Just the same, it's not the picture Jason got of Kev, big, robust wrestling man, "I would have more thought you two took turns or... Kev taking it? Not the impression I got."
Leaking some activity from one of their frat meetups, Xeno says, "He's tight. Real tight. A nice, tight fuck. But I can be generous. You can have your choice of either end."
Falling back on his thoughts of moving along from attending his old high school and transitioning to Manfredi Institute, Jason replies, "I think I'll pass."
"What?!" Xeno's hand pounced on the horn, immediately saying to the windshield, rather the truck driver in front of them, `sorry!' Turning to Jason, "You're passing up a hot, hot ass!"
"I know, but I kind of made this pact with myself, I was going to let up on having sex with every hot guy with either a big dick or tight ass and... I wanna sometime get hooked up with a steady boyfriend," Jason tried being articulate.
"Yeah," Xeno exhaled his reply, "like me and Kev."
"I meant," Jason opposed their style, "not something quite as open as a threeway. More, pairing up with a guy and staying that way."
In the few days he's known Jason, Xeno has seen him fall through on some who could have fulfilled those desires Jason has sought, "Keep trying."
Sensing Xeno really cared, Jason says, "Thanks." Then, "Wait! Stop!"
Thinking he was being right on it, Xeno says, "I saw the stop sign," he stops.
"I know you know, but look over there," Jason says, looking over at the restaurant-bar known as Gruber's.
"What am I looking at?"
Having it down pat, Jason replies, "Uncle Kevin's car parked over there?"
"Oh, right," Xeno says.
Staring him in the face, Jason says, "Right Xeno. What color is it?"
Taking a wild guess, Xeno says, "Black?"
"Is that your final answer?"
Looking towards the parking lot again, Xeno replies, "Silver? Red?"
"Just pull in over there."
Getting out of the car, Xeno says, "You owe me dinner because of how mad Kev is going to be when he finds out you don't want to fuck him!"
"Woo-oo-oooo-ooooo, like, I'm really scared," Jason acts scared-shit, holding the door for Xeno.
"Least you could do for me," Xeno says of Jason's courteous manner.
"Shut up before I sink my cock into `your' oil-well, Xeno!" Jason laughs at his own reference!
Walking in, Xeno caught the eye of the maitre'd, Jason scanning the tables for a familiar faces, or unfamiliar at that, cute faces!
"Two," Xeno spells his intentions, smiling. Instantly taken by the head to crotch view, he doesn't hesitate to formalize his self-intro, "I'm Cristano."
Taking matters into his own hands, Jason pipes up, "You two boy scouts can exchange phone numbers later. We're here to meet up with my uncle?"
"Later," the `bear' tells Xeno, leading the two towards a direction Jason has pointed out. Tit for tat, he checking out the rear!
First person to lay eyes on, Jason says, "Hey, Virgie, how's it going?" he taps the prof's shoulder, like they were on the same age level, same social status.
"Hi, yourself," Virgil replies, giving Jason a cozy smile, brushing the place off where he was tapped.
Seeing it, Jason was kind and reserved using his `fuck-you' finger.
Right from the maitre'd, to looking upon Mark, Xeno says, "I'm Cristano," forcing his hand on Mark!
Not knowing anything about Mark, but being observant, Jason noticed how quick the newcomer to the group and Jordan hastily detached hands, from innocently lying on the table. It gave Mark away, Jason feeling free to comment, "Just call him Xeno and watch out!"
Xeno looks at him with contempt.
One giggle out of him, Jason directs at Xeno, meaning for all to listen, "Yeah, well you were already frisky once tonight?!"
He laughed, getting eyes like daggers from Xeno!
"What?" Jason says innocently.
It was like they were the only two in the room, except where Xeno was concerned, "Not now, like this isn't the place, `Jason'?"
"Oh. You're so right. Excuse me everyone for mentioning Xeno already got it on with his boyfriend tonight."
Kevin says to Jason, "Jealous?"
Jason jumps back at Kevin, "Lucky for you my stomach's running on empty, uncle?" Still, Jason made a sound, like he was ready to heave.
"Ewe!" Virgil says of Jason's comment, but still thought him kind of cute!
Pulling up a chair from another table, Jason edges his way in between Virgil and Mark.
Apparently a gay couple were sitting at the table, minus one chair, one of the guys saying, to Jason, "Excuse me, bub, but we're going to be needing that chair?"
Not a turn on for Jason, Xeno liked the looks of the burly fellow, beard, long hair, rough, looking like he hadn't washed his clothes in a week, stepping in for Jason, "Oh sure. Not a problem. I'll get you one."
The bearded bear held on, but his eyes following Xeno clear across the floor, returning with two chairs. Glancing up at Xeno, he says, "Hey, you're the one who beeped me!"
There was a loose wire in the connection, Xeno thinking on Jason's `beep'. By the looks of those hard nips against the pulling of the trucking company tee shirt, Xeno could only think of one kind of beep, but knew the difference, "Oh right. I was talking to my friend and said something and tapped the horn by mistake. You can see it was an accident?!"
"Of course." Like the trucker was on the same wavelength as Xeno, with folded arms across his chest.
Xeno bit his lip, knowing the guy was rubbing nips with the tips of his thumbs.
"Right. I better get back to my friends."
Quite surprisingly, the trucker interrupted his gait, "I'm Marsh.... short for Marshall," he gets up slightly, offers a friendly handshake.
"Cristano," Xeno shook his hand.
"And this here is my brother, Johnny."
Johnny didn't get up. It seemed, all along, he looked upon the whole situation with little enthusiasm. A sharp nod was enough in his own opinion, a short, "Hey," of greeting.
"Hey," Xeno replies. Right off he gets the pro and con messages, Marshall, gay, his brother, not interested!
Returning to the enclave, Virgil asks, "Got some secret admirers, Xeno?"
They all laughed, Xeno saying, "I'd do'im!"
Jordan could tell Mark not up to date on gay stuff, like some passing fluke of meeting up with a couple of guys who looked like they could do with some fucking around. He says to Mark, passing his comments right over Jason's chest, "Some guys have no couth!"
"I have to agree with you there, Jordan. Me? I'm a very private person when it comes to... You know?"
An interruption, Jason letting them know he wasn't just a wall, but a real person sitting there, "No, we don't know. Why don't you clue us in, Professor?"
How would Jason know anything about Mark? He set Jason straight, "Oh, I'm not a professor. I'm a student."
Not which Jordan has not partaken of a situation involving instant sex, he returns to Jason's original question, "Which is the reason Jason is also, since he didn't get it, like we were talking about 1-on-1?" said, like he was `suggesting something'!
The `little birdie' in Kevin's ear caught that remark, telling him, what he thought could be something starting up with Jordan, could also be judged as a thing of the past for himself. For the past year, since Virgil's arrival at Manfredi, there had to be a reason the two have grown closer as friends. Be it, Kevin has always treated it as such, even though Virgil has dropped subtle hints.
While Virgil pay attention to the fiasco concerning Xeno, Kevin took the time to study his colleague.
All attention given to someone else at the table, Virgil suddenly turns his head to face Kevin, when Kevin's left arm slacks over his left shoulder.
First, Virgil's eyes studied the hand attached to the arm, before switching to the source, following a sleeve up to the shoulder, catching a smile off of Kevin's lips. He mentions, "Getting kind of friendly, are we?"
"Friends now, maybe more later?" Kevin snickers.
Leaning in, to project a more intimate reprisal, Virgil says, "I guess this means you really liked my tongue-teaser?"
"Why?" Kevin leaves it wide open for speculation, "Are there other qualities you possess I don't know about?"
"Not telling," Virgil flirts back. "Only way you're going to find out, is..." he pokes Kevin in the side of the torso, close enough to send a message.
For the most part, Xeno kind of hogged the conversation and as Jason had thought back on their own, driving around, and even though Mark was very cute, he held fast to the notion he wasn't, by choice, going to get into the pants of every cute boy or `man' on campus. Besides, he already had picked up on, if he did make advances, he would be crossing over onto Jordan's territory, concerning Mark. Another thing, which he hadn't made mention to Xeno, he wanted to concentrate on guys his own age, contrary to the mostly older men he's met up with for the past couple of years.
He was interested in Mark's story, but Jason's attention span often wandered, wondering what was up with Uncle Kevin, the way he and Virgie were carrying on. Occasionally one would place a hand over the shoulders of the other, a shoulder careening into the opposite person's armpit. Laughter summoning up how good they were getting along. All in all, except for eating, uncle and Virgie were behaving like they had something `important' going on.
"I gotta go," Xeno suddenly got up. "You coming?" he says to Jason.
"Um, nah. I'll hitch a ride with Uncle Kevin."
For the two of them, even though the charade was comfortable to think about, saying it still sounded like a foreign language.
"No problem," Kevin replies. "We'll tie you down to the roof rack!"
Xeno, on his way out, passed by the trucker's table and was met by Marshall, two fingers held up, like `scouts honor', a piece of paper stashed between the two digits.
"My number, if you're interested?"
Xeno notices, asks, "Where's Johnny?"
"After his girlfriend showed up, he went on home," Marsh replies. Smiling, "I guess we didn't need the extra chair after all!"
"So I noticed," Xeno replies, dead giveaway he was snooping.
Marsh noticing the slip of the tongue, or maybe direct intention, he drops one of his own lines, "Johnny didn't feel like hanging around for when you decided to leave."
Smiling, Xeno asks, "You come in separate vehicles?"
It's one of the things, when Johnny left, Marsh didn't think of, until Xeno mentions it, "Oh no!"
"If you're needing a ride?" Xeno offers.
As the two leave, who steps up to Xeno, but the maitre'd.
Collecting his second square of written-on paper for the night, it seems the trucker and the restaurant worker had something in common.
In reply to `Chuk Dutilleux', a phone number on the paper introducing himself, Xeno replies to the option, Chuk into threeways, "How about 4?"
"The more the merrier," Chuk replies.
However, when Xeno got to Marsh's `place of residence', he found out the trucker was from out of state and the place he called home was in the back of the cab of his truck.
"I could stay at Johnny's place in town, but he's not too keen on me bringing the boys home. Want to take a look?"
It was a crass way of invitation, Xeno knowing this was going to be a one-night fling. However it gave him an idea, "What would you say about a threeway and we don't tell Chuk?"
"Hmm," Marsh rubbed his scruffy beard, "Chuk and me, we go back a long way, but... Hey, we all gotta get it when the gettin's good!"
Hearing Marsh laugh, Xeno thought it pretty much in the bag, whipping out his cell. His finger stepped right on Kev's name, a picture of his name on the cell tabletop.
The cab was big enough to stand up in, Marsh wasting no time to strip out of his clothes. After doing so, while Xeno coaxes Kev into driving out to the Chikn-joint parking lot where Marsh's truck is parked, Marsh reaches his arms around Xeno and begins to unbutton his shirt; like he was doing it for himself.
Right after Xeno says, "Kev will be here in ten minutes," Marsh begins to feel his way around Xeno's bod!
"Mm-mm, love all this fur!"
The way he was being manhandled, Xeno figured Marsh thought things were going to go his way. Only, Kev was a man-in-the-middle wannabe, so he sets the standard real quick, about facing, "Love it, do you?"
"Mm-mm," Marsh replies, his hands still feeling up the dark-haired pecs.
"Then what about some tongue action?"
Marsh didn't care either way. At 38-years old and meeting up with a couple of campus guys, he couldn't always call the shots. However, with one on the way, he asks, "Your friend, he a top or bottom?"
Like he had planned it out, based on what it would be like with Jason, "We're going to take him at both ends... And Kev, he likes it rough."
"Mm-mmm," Marsh made an even more impression on how he dug that, "maybe I should get out the toy box!"
Joking, Xeno says, "Toy box?"
Feeling his way, even though he liked Xeno's hairy pecs and stomach, "Does he like to be slapped around?"
Even though Marsh looked to be fairly muscular, Xeno knew Kev could take the trucker, not holding back, "If you don't mind getting slapped back!"
"Damn, you really know how to make a guy hard!"
Okay, so Kev shows up and based upon the slap and slap back, after Kev climbs up into the back of the cab, Xeno yells, "Oh shit!" when Marsh sucker punches Kev in the gut! He mumbles, "Mistake, Marsh!"
"Damn right!" Kev yells out, charging at Marsh, taking the 38yo with him, head butted right into Marsh's midsection.
"Oomph!" Marsh exhales ever-so-quickly!
Kev yells out,"Hell yeah!"
For all of five minutes, Xeno stood there, hands folded under his pecs and like Marsh had done back at Gruber's twiddling with his own nips, getting bored by the minute.
Kev has Marsh in a choke hold, his other hand around Marsh's ballsacs, another choke hold and the two going at it like two wrestlers
Observing, Xeno says, "Oh shit!"
"What?" the two say in unison, freezing, Marshall peering out from the circle, cheek against Kev's left pec, top of his head secured by a hairy pit, arm gripped around his neck.
"I forgot I gotta meet a guy!"
"Is that all?" Kev replies.
And then the fracas went right back to where it temporarily halted.
Leaving the cab, Xeno grabs up his shirt. Standing on the ledge before hopping down, he remarks, "Shit!" having to steady himself from all the rocking. Jumping down, he slams it shut, complaining, "Nice threeway, Kev!"
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Jason felt like the odd man, the pairing up of Uncle Kevin and Virgie, Jordan and Mark in the back seat. He didn't say much of anything, even though Mark was being polite, dragging Jason into their conversation. However, it always wound up back with the two discussing future plans.
Dropped off at the gate, the guard had questions, of which his `uncle' covered up beautifully, telling the guard he was losing his mind, not remembering he signed Jason out for the night. Simple, because the guard agreed with him!
Back inside the Manfredi grounds, it was a long, lonely walk back to the cottage. Seeing from a yard away he remembers his idea about going to a grocery store. Then again, eleven o'clock at night any store in town would be closed.
Walking up to the cottage he realizes something. He didn't leave any lights on when he left. Thinking the only possibly explanation, an intruder, he cases the place, walking around, peeking in windows.
"What tha?" he says, seeing Jeadi in the kitchen. Figuring on, he must be fixing something, he knocks on the back door.
Opening it, Jeadi asks, "Yes?"
"Would you mind letting me into my own place?"
"Not at all. Not at all," Jeadi welcomed Jason in, like it was his own place.
Of course he wondered why Jeadi was there, not that he was angry over it. To soften the blow, it was friendly of Jeadi to have on a Hawaiian shirt, parted down the middle, shorts and some flip-flops, asking, "Going on vacation, Jeadi?"
"I was," he smiles, "except then I think about the cooler."
"Cooler?" Jason asks.
Swinging open the refrigerator door, Jeadi says, "I feel bad it was empty. The front door, it was unlocked, so I come inside and filled it up."
"I'll say," Jason replies.
It was looking at Jeadi in the shower, no clothes, but not as exciting, still overwhelmed by the unit filled from top to bottom, including the door.
"I think there's some stuff in here I've never eaten before."
"Everything is good to build you up into a warrior," Jeadi replies.
"I can see that," Jason closes the door, facing the opened shirt, "so, what's with the Mankua shirt?"
Eyes open wide, a connection made, Jeadi replying, "You like surfing?"
"Mostly the web, but yeah, I can dig it," Jason replies.
"Well," Jeadi says, "I am off duty, so I dress how I like. You like?"
"Oh," Jason responds with a matter-of-fact look, "Either with or without, but mostly without... the shirt?"
Jeadi smiles, says, "I think I will keep it on."
Accepting it, Jason replies, "Thanks for filling the fridge. How much do I owe ya?"
"I wonder," Jeadi says with payback on his mind, slowly walking fingers over the counter top, "you mind if I use the hot tub?"
Even though almost midnight, Jason says, "Not if you mind me there with you?"
"I can keep my briefs on, if you like?"
Jason is quick to reply to that, "What, and take all the fun out of it for both or us, Jeadi?"
"You eat," Jeadi says, walking away, "and I will go `swimming'!"
After all those mumblies and grumblies, other thoughts on Jason's mind transitioned his thinking from hunger pangs to eating a few carrot and celery sticks. While crunching down on either, he didn't wait to get to the hot tub to strip. Off came his shirt, placing it on the kitchen counter, along with his pants, briefs... Socks and shoes stay on the floor. Overall, by the time his cock and balls were swinging in the wind, he had finished up enough to keep his hunger for food satiated!
Walking towards the hot tub, it caught Jeadi's interest, feet slapping against the already wet pavement, "Here you come," is all which came to mind, seeing a lithe bod cut through air, slight swinging of sacs, stifled only by what anchored the balls.
"Here I am... In the flesh," Jason says.
Each knew they were checking the other out, even though this wasn't the first time they lay eyes on each other, in the raw.
In fact, for at least Jeadi, the swirling hot tub waters seemed to project more heat, enough to make a man more sweaty, adding to it all, the movement of the waters causing current to pitch and sway in and around the school caretaker's pocket between his thighs!
Of course Jason was feeling it too, based on the visual, coupled with the steamy air assault, watching Jeadi's hands-free erection, the tip of his cock piercing through the surface of the water like a newly forming volcano.
All was just right!
To knock it off balance, the cell phone in Jason's hand starts playing a tune, him responding, "Oh shit! I gotta get this," turning back around and instead of the sullen, slow sway of his hips, Jason answers the phone.
Perhaps a little frustrated, Jeadi even voices opinion, "Someone calls you... At midnight?"
In the olden days, before Jeadi settled down to the thought of meeting up with Mr. Right, getting serious about meetups, he well-realized the fact he would get some late night, even early morning calls. After all, not everyone had a day job!
"Yeah... oh yeah... Yeah, my dad," Jeadi listened on Jason's call.
"Tonight?
Really?
This late you do business?
No, no, no...
Now is fine, if it's all the time you have for me?
No, you don't have to apologize. I didn't think that at all.
Okay.
Yeah.
Right, see you in a few."
Touching off the phone, Jason swings back around, "Now, where were we?"
"Well," Jeadi feels a little horny still, "I was making myself hard while I watch you walk to the tub?"
"Sounds good to me, but don't you think I can get in on that action, too?" Jason laughs, placing a hand under his cock and balls, lifting and dropping them.
As Jason walks down the three steps, Jeadi asks, "It sound like you are having `friend' come over tonight?"
"Yeah," Jason casually explains, "I mean `no', not the way you're thinkng it. Long story, but it's a business associate of my father's. Remember the bakery we stopped at with Uncle Kevin the other day?"
"No."
"Oh right," Jason recalls, "you weren't there. Setting his butt down on the second tier, water engulfing him just above the pecs, Jason continues, "Anyhow, it's for sale and since my father has been on me to start a little business venture, I had him check it out for me."
Feeling happy for Jason, maybe spawned by other emotions, Jeadi says, "Your father must be proud of you?"
"He was... Is... I think he was under the impression I would be going off to school and wasting a lot of time chasing girls... Boys... but I'm not like that. At least it's not what's in my future."
Thinking on it, Jeadi says, "It is what I think too."
"What?" Jason questions, "It's a waste of time to chase boys?"
"Really, in my mind, it is. Except maybe one boy?" Jeadi smiles.
Reading right through the smile, Jason says, "I think you're hot too, Jeadi!"
They hear two knocks on the door.
"There he is!" Jason perks up, both mind and bod. Getting up, the water rushes down his bod like Niagra. He grabs up a towel to tuck around his waist, alerts Jeadi, "I told Rodel to knock and let himself in."
Reflecting on his job at Manfredi, Jeadi tells, "Oh good, then I do not have to mop up water stains on the floor!"
Joking, Jason says, "You don't live here.... Yet, Jeadi!"
"Should I read into that, something?"
Before Jason could answer, there before him stood Rodel, decked out, not in a business suit, but, "I hope you don't mind my after-hours attire?"
Because of an article of clothing Rodel had on, Jeadi stands in the hot tub, which brings the water level to halving his pubes, "We have the same shirt!" he points.
Looking past Jason, Rodel's eye perk up. He bites his lip, staring.
"Oh boy," Jason replies with sarcasm.
Like, '10-hours-later', Rodel replies, "Yes. We do. I mean, I haven't seen your shirt, but if you say, we do," he starts walking past Jason, briefcase in hand, "I suppose we... Do," he casts his eyes upwards.
If Jason could see it, no doubt Jeadi had picked up on it, Rodel drawn to the hot tub like a magnet!
Before, what Jason could picture, Jeadi doing something, like coaxing the shirt off of Rodel's bod, says, "Uh, business before pleasure, Rodel?"
"Business'," Rodel thinks on it, the real reason he set foot in the cottage, "right," he does a complete turnabout, "this'll only take a minute. No offense," he opens the satchel, "but it's pronounced, Ro-del'," he singles out his name on the business card, "not `Rodle?' and while on the subject of business with your father, I assure you I am here to give you my utmost courteous and professional service."
Hovering in the hot tub, belly-faced down, Jeadi resembled an alligator stalking it's prey, blowing bubbles out of his mouth. On his mind was something beyond Rodel's meaning of the word service'. When he walked in the sauna room, Jeadi immediately was taken with the skin color, much akin to his own. Thinking the same, Turkish', the closer Jason brought him, the more he discounted his theory of even being Arabic. Unlike Jason's mind right now, Jeadi blurts out, "Where you from?"
"Who me?" Rodel spins around. Realizing himself the only newcomer, "From Seattle, but originally the Society Islands," he hoped to `trap' Jeadi into a guessing game of the whereabouts of the islands in the Pacific.
"Tahiti?"
It made Rodel smile at Jeadi being right on the mark. "You've been there?"
Seeing business going along slow, `his' business being placed on the back burner to something more imperative, Jason strives to hurry it up, "Uh, Rodel, you want to show me where to sign, before you strip down and hop in the lagoon?"
"I am terribly sorry," Rodel replies, turning his attention back to Jason.
Watching from afar, Jeadi was already dressing down Rodel, his hand satisfying the wanting in his loins.
Shoving paperwork back into his satchel, Rodel caps a pen, "I guess that wraps up business for us."
"Maybe I will invest in a business?" a soft sentence came from the hot tub!
Jason and Rodel exchange glances, Jason saying, "Uh, one thing about the hot tub, you have to beware of the crocodiles?!"
With a sly look, Rodel gently lifts his hands to the first button of his shirt, then the second.
"Are you as sneaky in your business dealings?" Jason says to him.
Rodel replies, "I hope this business deal is as sweet as the one I just made?"
He was looking for direction. For a few short seconds of his life, Jason thought for a moment he and Jeadi could have hit it off; as something more than a friendship. Seeing the tide turn for the worst, but immediately liking Rodel, his cool business manner, sharp contours of his face, which made him like, so, so handsome and apparently a build which could match any triathlon participant, "Trust me," Jason relinquishes any hold he thinks he has on Jeadi, "you're getting the best end of any business deal!"
"Really?" Checking, Rodel asks, "Is he that sweet and kind?"
Chuckling, Jason says, "Jeadi would give you the Hawaiian shirt off his back!"
They both laugh, Rodel getting down to the last button, which made his own shirt flap open, of which Jason says, "Mm-m, I could just lick you all over!"
There it was! What Jason has yearned for all along. Even though the palette was burnt sienna, the mat of black fur was plain to see and he yearned to touch it... but held back, like a good boy!
"Sorry," is all Rodel said.
Jason could well enough see it, the big `age' difference. When Rodel walked in, he could see it right away, the maybe 5 or 6 years the businessman had on him.
"No sweat," Jason replies.
When Rodel's shirt falls a little over his shoulder, they hear Jeadi's tickled voice, "Keep going!"
Even though he was up to date on the homework, Jason made excuse, "I have some French to finish up on," taking Rodel's right hand, "thanks for helping me get the bakery."
"My pleasure. It was nice to meet you." Rodel jokes, "But is it safe to leave me alone with the Loch Ness Monster?"
Assuring him, Jason replies, "More man than myth!"
"You?" Rodel insinuates they've made whoopie together.
"No. Just friends," Jason replies, though, thinking on it once more, wished it could have been something beyond friendship. "Look, gotta go. Got a big day tomorrow." He jokes, "Let yourself out, unless you get dragged into the spare room!"
Rodel didn't give an inclination of yes or no, turning around, facing the pool, dropping the shirt fully down his back, catching it with one hand.
Like he was at the conclusion of an opera, Jeadi stands, applauds, gives accolades, "Beautiful... Beautiful!"
Wearing khaki pants, no belt, it was not a chore at all to unlock the button holding it around his hips, unzip and with ease, balance on each foot to remove the garment.
"Oh my!" Jeadi says.
Testing, Rodel says, "Haven't had your dinner yet, Jeadi?"
Jeadi wasn't saying. Really, it would be nice to have a pair of lips wrapped around his own sausage, but thought if the man of his dreams ever transformed into the reality of life, he would think about other measures of his interpretation of oral and anal sex.
Rodel's question went unanswered, dropping his pants, showing exactly what a choker he had, "How's the water?"
"Very warm, but I think it could get boiling!"
As Rodel made it down the 3 steps, Jeadi rose up out of the water to greet him, finding their bods matched perfectly!
Slowly moving his feet back through the house, Jason detours to the kitchen. Swinging the door open, he studies its contents. However, his mind really wasn't totally set on food, but rather what must be happening in the hot tub.
Thinking on it, arm resting on the door, suddenly his bod notices the chilly air. Standing back, slamming the door shut, eyes darting down to his shriveled nips.
He refocuses on his stomach, reopening the cooler, going for something which caught his attention, a container of Greek yogurt.
He hadn't been at the cottage long enough to check out every nook and cranny, opening 2 drawers before coming upon forks, knives and spoons, "A-ha!"
Choosing a soup spoon, he rips the lid off the yogurt, with surprise, announcing, "Dang-it!"
Setting cover and spoon down, Jason goes at it, ripping the sealing plastic from the container. "Always a snag when you're hungry!" he struggles, the protective part coming off in pieces.
Suddenly, the cellophane top gives way, fisting his way in through the opening.
"Godda-a-a-am..."
"Having some trouble?"
With quick reflexes involved, Jason had managed to save the container's plunge to the kitchen floor, though it meant catching it in his solar plexus area. With response to the yogurt now dripping down his bod, "What do you think?"
Rodel, standing right next to Jeadi, Jason finds out how much of a wisecrack he can be, "Looks more like..."
If only Jason had been there, in the solarium where the hot tub is located, he would have witnessed the two. Lying side by side, a hand reached over thighs to the other's pubes. With moments of kissing, hands never lost their grips and soon, with pangs of love mixed with sex, they wound up like an Oreo cookie, all that sweet cream filling up the void.
Hence, Rodel's comment, which Jeadi, thinking back on the prelude to the sexual act, leading right up to ejaculation, finally Rodel licking his digits off, he tells Jason, "You had to be there."
Jason retorts, as a hand keeps the creamy yogurt from dripping further down, "Haven't you heard? Three's a crowd?" Right after he says it, Jason rolls his eyes, thinking back to hours ago, Xeno's wording on how it could go when three guys get it on.
Like Jeadi was a mind reader, "Me, I not mind it."
"Right," Rodel seconds it, "depending on how all three are kept busy. I mean," he parks a hand on his toweled hip, "if one of three is bored out of his mind, then it's no good."
"Oh," Jason responds, "like you should know about things like this?" which he insinuated Rodel has been the void in the Oreo at one time or another?!
"Oh. Well..." Rodel would rather not say, yet led him on like it could have been the case.
Jeadi, he could have wrote the book on multiple partners, not that he wasn't for bunking down with one man, but tried not to remember those days back in his homeland. Instead, he diverts, "Better get yourself cleaned up?"
"Well," Jason exclaims, "I know you're not up for it, Jeadi!"
Falling back on the age difference or whatever provoked the two to not getting it on, was immaterial at this point, both knowing each other were off limits.
However, with a third involved, Jeadi and Jason staring Rodel down, he says, "What?"
"Nothing," Jason says, running a finger up his abs to midchest and then placing it in his mouth, sucking the yogurt off four fingers, "I guess I just wasted five bucks of Jeadi's hard earned cash!"
Rodel didn't say yes', not no', rather, "Did ya know yogurt has probiotics?"
Not sure where Rodel was going with this, but knows the implications of probiotics, "Either of you ever get heartburn after swallowing cum?"
By now, Jeadi had noticed small spots of white yogurt on the floor. Meticulously, almost a fetish of keeping things clean and tidy, he grabs a paper towel and bows to one knee.
"Why don't you let me get that?"
Dead ended in the canyon of the kitchen, Jason had no place to go, unless he wanted step broadly over both guys, which might not tickle if his balls slammed into one of their heads.
Jeadi sat there on his rump, forfeiting the towel to Rodel's badgering ways.
He wasn't paying much attention to himself, though Jason, a view from the air, easily could see the flaccid cock fighting to part the towel. Smiling came easy, looking down upon Rodel, on hands and knees, finishing up the job Jeadi started.
Suddenly, Jeadi notices Jason, looking down Rodel's back, telling him, "You are so bad, Jason!"
Turning his head to look over his left shoulder, Rodel replies, "Bad about what?"
A firm believer of `what goes around, comes around', even if a person does it to someone else, it could come back up your ass from a totally different, so it happens, Jeadi saying out loud, "Pull your towel up, before you make Jason hard!" he roars with laughter.
He got more of a view than the first 3 inches of Rodel's hairy asscrack, when his new business associate rises up on his knees, the towel breaking loose from around the waist!
Now that things were on the level of light humor, Jason says, "Daya-a-am! I thought Jeadi was big!"
"You did, did you?" Jeadi replies.
Skipping right over Jeadi's inquiry, Jason comically asks, "Like, how big are you when you're hard, Rodel?!"
Getting his own dibs in, Rodel says, "Why don't you ask Jeadi?"
Right out, Jason jumps to conclusions, "You let him fuck you, Jeadi?"
He didn't, but Jeadi wasn't letting on, he laments, "Oh yes. My ass... It is so, so sore."
Jason smirks, knowing the truth of the matter.
With a wry smile, Rodel says, "Not. We gave each other a hand job."
Jason was going to make them pay, at least Rodel taking it for the both of them, "Excuse me, while I go get cleaned up!"
It was worth getting his pubes bashed by Rodel's face, with the deception from the two of them!
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Kev had heard of kinky stuff like this, but never involved himself in the b.d.s.m. lifestyle. Opportunity presenting itself and having the upper hand over the situation, how could he not be turned on enough to utilize some of the apparatus from Marshall's toy box!
On his belly, Marshall gripes, "Don't hurt me... Please!"
He never played the game, but from psych classes, Kev knew what that meant, "I won't if you cooperate, mister!"
In Marshall's mind, the scenario was forming from out of nothing, "Don't do anything to me... Please... There's cash in an envelope under the driver's side mat. Take it. Take it all, but don't `hurt' me!"
They were both naked, Marshall lying faced down, the burly wrestler's knee to the back. As Xeno had assumed, Kev was a powerful, not easily overwhelmed opponent to deal with, "I'll take the cash and whatever else I want!"
"No, please. I'll do anything you want," the trucker play along, as Kev releases his hold, turns him over, laying on his cuffed wrists.
"Fuck yeah!" Kev said, looking down upon Marshall. After licking his lips, his tongue stood in the balance of his lips, thinking on those juicy nips protruding from the thick thatch of chest hair. Traveling down the bear's bod, he follows the embedded trail to a deep recess, then levels out at his pubes. "Nice set of knockers you got there!"
"No," Marshall led Kev right into the valley of wolves, "don't hurt my balls, son."
Right away, `hurt his balls' came to mind, which provoked Kev into thinking about what has happened to him. On the mat wrestling, sometimes things could get carried away. It wasn't unheard of, a guy getting a knee or fist to the balls. Scared to do it on purpose, Kev takes the easy way out, works his way in slowly, placing his toes over Marshall's sacs, "You mean like this?"
A little pressure was like a soft massage, which Marshall elicited small coos.
Kev smiled, seeing Marshall's cock start to wake up. To this he says, "I'm being way too easy on you," he reacts, putting some real pressure on one of the big orbs.
No matter, how much or little pressure Kev toyed with, Marshall's cock responded with a hard, pulsing reaction, until the thick shaft no longer touched Kev's foot, rose up to where the tip faced the cab roof.
Laughing some more, Kev says of Marsh's moans and groans, which he deciphers as pleasure over pain, "You know, I think I'm getting the hang of this!"
He wasn't afraid to pull some nasty trick on the mat with a wrestler, so didn't hold back when he drops down next to the 38yo, with his fist facing the ceiling, his elbow is planted in the gingery fur of the bear's belly.
"Oophmff!" Marshall reacts, a faint, "Ooh-oh-shit!"
From foot work to hand work, Kev figures it out on his own, whatever pain this man is enduring, it's not like ordinary, rather a chain reaction of sorts, like electric brainwaves, sexual in nature, sending shocks from the area of pain, right on down to Marshall's joy center, "Awesome!"
Kev was kind. It wasn't a full elbow to the stomach, rather a fracas two college frat would get into, light, joking around, yet Marshall responds in a manner, like Kev had leaned all his weight, "No, please. No more pain, son!"
Son', it brought back memories to his own middle class home life, how his own dad could have a cow over him getting into trouble. His rents were the best mom and dad a guy could ever want or have, yet when his dad got angry, he was mad with rage. Thinking back on this, he conjures up something the trucker might go for, "If you were my son, there would be no mercy!"
He was on to something, Marshall saying, "You're right. I deserve no mercy."
`Hmm', Kev analyzed the situation. Pouncing on his balls with his toes, leading up to the heal of his foot and then an elbow caving in the belly... "And mercy you won't get from me!"
"What are you gonna do?" Marshall exclaims, acting out in fear.
Standing, Kev says, "Where'd that toy box go?"
Even though Kev thought it good of Marshall to lead him, doing stuff he wouldn't normally do to a guy, he had to smile when Marshall claims, "No-o-o-o, not the toy box!"
Seeing it, Kev picks it up, casually saying, "Oh really? Now, what could be in here which makes you so fearful?"
Lying the box on the floor next to his `victim', deeper than it is wide, Kev opens it to find, "Oh, nice!" he pulls a snakelike item out, "now I know how those nips of yours got so perky!"
Maybe he didn't recognize what it was called or the terms used, but he knew some of the equipment. His first year at university, Kev got himself mixed up in a poker game and it became an indoctrination into the world of kinky sex toys. Just holding the chained nipclamps in his hand, allowing it to dangle from clip-on to clip-on, brought a harsh memory back to the days, when he learned how pain could be mixed with pleasure. Two guys holding him, there wasn't much Kev could to, but accept his fate. What he didn't know, right before and thereafter, after the clips were attached to his nips, what he thought would be horrendous, made him a believer in the `pain and pleasure' principle.
"No, not the clamps!" Marshall declared.
Yet, Kev was wise to him, knowing Marshall really wanted it. With little screws, Kev knew the implication. Even though the screws on the nipclamps his frat bro's used was completely tightened, he notices these halfway unscrewed, "You'll take what I give you and like it." Adding extra clout, Kev, a buzzcut guy himself, had no problem grabbing up a bundle of Marshall's long, hippie hairdo, "And you'll thank me for it, too!"
"Yes, sir! I mean, son!" Marshall forgets some detailing of the scenario.
It's the only way Kev could get the frat guys to remove the nipclamps from his own tender nips, thank' them, so he implied the same, "Sir? I like that. Yeah, you'll call me sir', but then what do I call you?"
He was as much as asking, ripped right off Marshall's lips, "You can call me, `boy', sir?"
Kev smiled. Here he was, a 20yo guy bossing a guy around a man who was eighteen years older, no less assuming an older namesake and reducing him to a guy younger than himself!
Thinking it up on his own, he play it for what it was worth. Back in the early days of dorm life, they had fingered his nips before applying the rubber tipped, menacing clips. What made it a little different, these were not the same. Without any kind of rubber coating, these clips were shaped like a crocodile's mouth. He wasn't sure about this, rubbing the tips of the metal against Marshall's nips as he sunk down, straddling the bear's bod, caging in that moderately rounded belly.
He was joking, "Should pull these screws right out, boy!"
"Do it!"
Breaking character, Kev, a little mortified, asks, "You're kidding, right?"
Casting light on a tricky situation, Marshall replies, "I thought `you' were in charge?"
"O-o-oh, I get it," Kev nods his head upwards, settling back down to eye contact, "you're like my prisoner. Whatever I say, goes?"
Meant to act feisty and insubordinate, Marshall replies, "About time you got it, dah!"
He didn't say it, thought it, the want, wanting to be treated cruelly, which made Kev have a flashback to one particular psych class, based on mind over matter. As it had gone, Marshall did the leading, he did the following. Slowly, he has broken out of the mold and done his own thinking, which like right now, "Fuck you, man!"
Marshall's chin just about touched his chest, watching Kev toying with the chained clips against the perky flesh. Every now and then he would lay his head back and moan, as Kev rubbed the clips on the points of his nips. It certainly didn't go unnoticed, Kev's hard 9c lying on the bed of ginger fur, "I can tell you want to do it!"
"Oh," Kev guesses the inspiration for the trucker's thought, "you better believe I want to do much more," he strokes the length of his cock, leaving only his left hand up for nip play.
"Yeah..." Marshall squirms, the tip of his own shaft hitting Kev in the ass.
"Don't even think about it..." Kev almost forgets, "boy," the fake scenario slowly starting to fade.
Possibly, Kev was so slow in applying the clamps, it was his first time, Marshall takes it on a different angle, "I knew you were a coward!"
"Coward?" Kev questioned his motives.
Not which he meant it, but driving the point home, in adhering the clips to his own nips, "Taking the screws out?"
He wasn't roleplaying too cooly, Kev responding, "Hey, you forget who the `sir' is here?"
"Take the cuffs off. I'll show you how to do it!"
Kev didn't laugh, but rather changed to a guessing attitude, taking the nipclamps, opening and letting them eat up Marshall's nips.
"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-oh-shit-oh-shit!" It caught Marshall by surprise.
On the rebound, Kev couldn't believe himself, smiling at the trucker's pain, "I can't believe I'm enjoying this!" he didn't realize he was stroking!
What he couldn't fathom, was when the initial surprise wore off, after the first few bucking of his victim's hips, how much Marshall was enjoying his own clamped off nips. Yet, stroking himself, it wasn't all `pain' for himself. Then, in total surprise for both, Kev keels over and plants his lips on Marshall.
It was a private hell for his adversary, the grinding of Kev's muscled pecs against the clamps on Marshall's pulsing nips. With the initial reaction came a secondary feeling, their pubes lining up, mashing against each other.
Doing a pushup, Kev orders, "Turn over boy," sinking back into their fantasy world.
Turning over, right onto the clamps, of course Marshall feels the mixed reaction, not realizing Kev keying the cuffs.
Over on his back, Marshall, hands free, could have taken off the clamps, Kev saying, "You'll leave those on until I'm ready to take them off, boy!"
"Yes, sir!"
Pleased with himself, it was a tossup for Kev, whether this were real or fake. Regardless of the sincerity of the trucker's response, it could be one or the other. Though, before he lost his stiff shaft to thought, Kev set into action, sliding down Marshall's thighs, dictating, "Get them legs up!"
"Yes, sir!"
Kev smirked. No way could a college sophomore have control over a 38yo trucker. It was like him having control over his drunk and angry old man. Though, it was strange, piercing Marshall's ring, it's like all that bottled up animosity let loose and set that truck to rocking, which Marshall would mention later, "Good thing I got new shocks!"
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
`A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.