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BeaR GaRDeN 02 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Excuse me, but aren't you the dude in charge of bouncing assholes out of here?"
Possibly the guy addressing Barry had come in with his shirt on and a pair of shades, but for damn sure he swears he never lay eyes on the Italian stallion, responding, after a quick glance over the bod, "That's me!" Then all serious, "Want to lead the way to the disturbance?"
He did and every few steps, the slim dude would cast an eye over his shoulder, for the sheer question in his mind, `Is this bear checking me out as much as I was when I was talking with him?'
Barry didn't need to sniff out the problem, already in progress, the dude Thomas had showed up at the front gate with, was pinned to the floor, a hefty bear of a guy sitting on his back.
"Let me up you schmuck!"
Tapping the bear on the shoulder, Barry says, "Okay, I'll take it from here."
As soon as Jason was freed, he went like a bee to it's prey, attacking the bear.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Want to hold on there, sonny?" Barry yells, grabbing Jason around the waist and causing something much like whiplash would give to a driver.
Jason could swear his chin bounced off his chest, his first complaint, "Oh shit! I think I bit my tongue!"
He didn't know anything much of Jason, other than Thomas' cousin had somehow coerced Jason into bringing Thomas to the `Bear Garden' tonight. Even so, he finds it perfect timing for an apropos remark, "Oh really? What a shame. I hear you're very talented with that tongue!"
If the music was unceasingly loud, it could have caused some comic relief among the crowd, but Barry, his arms engulfing his captive, mouth right near Jason's ear, he knew one person at least heard.
"Lemme go and I'll show you what my cock can do!"
Snickering and knowing only Jason could pick up on his words, "Promises, promises!"
Depending on the dude, Barry could go either way. A tough one like Jason, he threatens, "I got a good mind to throw your sorry ass over the gate and fuck you till the cows come home!" He laughs to himself, having picked up the phrase from Ian a couple of years ago and making it his own, thinking it `cute.'
Bringing Jason all the way to the front gate and doing his bouncer's duty, he expels him, with the warning, "Now you go home like a good boy or I'll be forced to call on the men in blue?"
"This place sucks anyway. You won't see me around here no more!"
After sticking his tongue out at Jason, back to him, which he thought shameful, he says, "What a loss... we'll probably have to close the club!" He laughs to himself.
Turning around, he expected `space,' instead running right into, "Hey, you were awesome out there!"
"Really?" Barry replies, not only taking in for the second time, the handsome Italian face, nice fan of chest hair and then the `stripe', "you liked the way I handled that, did you?" His eyes traveled the stripe down and up.
Cutting right to the chase, the dude says, "You into skinny guys?"
Smiling, because Barry knew this dude meant him, he replies, "Depends on who they are?" his tongue went right into the side of his left cheek as he waited.
"I know you're Barry," he extends a hand, a leather band around his wrist. "I'm Michael David Rinaldi."
"Rinaldi, is it?" Barry replies, taking Michael David's hand in his. "I thought you looked Italian."
A slight smile, Michael David asks, "I came right from work and wondered if it would be okay to ditch the dress slacks?"
"We don't really..."
Even though there were rules, they could be bent.
"I have boxer briefs underneath. Probably nobody would know much of a difference?"
Put to him, Barry would love' to see the briefs', but he knew if he allowed one man to strip to his briefs, it would domino. "I'm sorry. I wish I could."
"I understand," Michael David answered with a smile. "I wouldn't want to start a riot!"
Then, that apropos feeling hit again, Barry teasing, "Well, after the place empties out, I don't mind `how much' you take off," he giggles.
Smiling, the twenty-five year old takes the liberty of being very forward, scraping his knuckles from about the top of Barry's bellyhole, grazing the embedded abs trail, halfway up his stomach, then back down. Up and down, up and down, "I like this. Do you happen to like a guy tonguing your hot fur?"
Being facetious, allowing the dude to have his way, "Why Michael! The way it looks to me is, it seems like you're trying to pick me up!"
A broader smile comes across Michael's face. Stopping with the knuckle rub, he places both hands inside Barry's leather vest, feeling up the hair beyond the trail and moving within inches, their lips apart enough for a tender kiss, he says, "I'd really like to make love to you, feel you inside me tonight. What do you say?"
Joking, Barry says, "Can I tie you to the bed so you don't runaway after seeing my tiny erection?"
Getting serious, Michael replies, "No problem, but for what it's worth, I'm not into `size', though I'll do my best to work it up as hard as I can get it, if it pleases you?"
Barry wasn't almost at his peak, his pants fighting for control as he replies, "Um, you don't have a boyfriend filming this on his cell, to later embarrass me on YouTube later, do you?"
"No, but I do have a confession to make?" Dropping his hands, feeling not worthy to even touch Barry for the deception, Michael David says, "I lied about the pants. They aren't a problem."
"Oh?" Barry wondered where he was going with this.
"I only wanted an excuse to come up to you, talk to you and well, yeah, if you want to know, I thought about coming on to you, because... I really dig you."
The feeling overwhelmingly mutual, how could Barry not refuse, but the first thing to come to mind was an even bigger deception, "You sure you don't have the five o'clock news taping this?"
More serious than Barry, Michael says, "Seriously, Barry, I'd really like to get to know you better."
"How about this morning? We close in two hours?"
How the hell Barry had wished it were in two minutes, allowing Michael to weave his way back into the crowd. For the next two hours he was sweating it, on his mind Michael would somehow realize what he's said and done and change it all back to the way it was, him entering a club, without Barry on his mind at all!
He lost track of his thoughts though, ushering guys out of the `Bear Garden'.
"Had enough for one night, Thomas?"
"I had a good time," Thomas smiles to Ian.
Barry replies, "It doesn't have to be over when you leave?"
"Will you stop pressuring the guy, Barry?"
To Ian's comment, Thomas says, "No, let him pressure me!"
"Mm-mm!" Ian smiles.
"All I do for you, Ian and this is the thanks I get!"
"You got my thanks plenty of times, Barry!"
Ian had not touched on the subject of what went on behind closed doors, only he and Barry had gotten it on more than a few times.
In rebuttal for even mentioning it, Barry says, "By the way Thomas if you `get that far' tonight, when he gets hard, slap his cock around. Ian likes that!"
"You bitch!" Ian shouts at Barry.
It was all good funnin', Barry adding, as he gestures slapping back and forth with his hand, "Give him a few slaps aside the `head' and watch him grow!"
However, Ian gets the last dig in, saying, "I better get out of here, before I slip and tell Thomas you like clothespins on your nips!"
Barry made out like he was chasing Ian, a step over the gate holding him back. Yet, as he retreats, Barry thinks of how hot it was, on more than one occasion, having Ian place a clothespin on each nub and then sucking him down.
"You like playing with yourself?"
"Oh shit!" Barry says, dropping his left hand out from behind his vest.
It was his Italian stallion, saying, "It's okay if you do. Yet," he lifts the black leather vest away from Barry's hairy pecs, "I think my tongue could do a helluva better job then clothespins?"
First his attention was drawn to the two luscious nubs, barely visible under Barry's chest-rug, as he entices, "Do you like your pecs wet down with a guy's tongue?"
"Are you trying to make me hard, Michael?"
Michael preferred `Michael David', but crazy about the man in front of him already, he nixed the name calling, "It crossed my mind, but I'd really like to wait until we can get someplace intimate?"
Knowing the clock as almost ready to strike one in the morning, Barry asks, "It's not past your bedtime?"
"Not as long as it's the same bed!"
Michael was rolling with the answers, but also was suspicious of Barry being hard, but he wondered if he was hard enough as himself, having to train his erection down one leg of his pants. With nine and half inches, maybe it was better he was wearing long pants!
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As they came to the parking lot, they were left with the impression they were almost the only two left on the premises.
"Uh oh," Thomas says.
"Whatsammatter?" Ian asks.
"Jason. He was kicked out, remember?"
"Yeah. So?" Ian replies, knowing where this was headed. He didn't care the outcome, having it in the bag he was going to provide chauffeur service.
"Jason drove me here. Jason has the car. Jason isn't here anymore. Fill in the blanks?"
"Okay," Ian started them off the curb and walking, "blank number one, you can bum a ride with me. Blank number two, I'm only stopping at one place. Blank number three, you can either walk home from the campus or you can share my bed and the room with my straight room mate."
"Straight? He allows you to bring guys?"
"Of course," Ian replies in a jovial manner, "I never gave him a chance."
"Oh? How's that go?" Thomas feels him out.
"Didn't ask. Just did it," Ian replies, popping the doors remotely.
"What did he say to you?"
"Nothing."
"Does he bring babes into the room?" Thomas thinking it only fair intrusion on the territory.
"Never," Ian laughs, the two getting into the car. "Darryl says he would be totally embarrassed if he brought a girl into the room and I was there with a guy in bed."
As Ian starts the car, Thomas asks, "How would you feel if you had a guy in bed and Darryl brought a girl into the room?"
Zipping out of the parking space backwards, before advancing forward, Ian replies, "Probably tell her to mind her own fuckin' business!"
He laughed, which made Thomas laugh, though, if it were him, he thinks he would side with Darryl. Then again, if it were Darryl and another `guy', he might be a little shaky on the gay sex. He was curious about one more thing, "Darryl, he's like okay with you having sex in your bed with a guy? I mean like, did he ever say anything to you afterwards?"
Speeding away, Thomas made sure he had his seat belt engaged, as Ian answers, "Of course! What man doesn't have an inquiring mind? Think of it, you learn in school all about hetero sex. Do they ever talk about two guys having sex?"
Speaking frank, Thomas says, "Not exactly in detail, though they do tell us there is `gay sex'."
"There. You have it in a nutshell. Darryl's no different than any man who wants to know what it's like to suck cock or fuck ass."
"I suppose," Thomas replies. "Remember back at the garden, you asked if I ever made it with a guy?"
"Before that damned Barry had to stick his nose into our business!" Ian nicely complained.
Thomas goes off subject, "I like Barry. I think he's hot."
"Yeah, he's a hot dude. I think for his birthday we should both give him a present he'll never forget!" Ian laughs his ass off.
Thomas didn't `get it', asking, "What would that entail?"
Ian cunningly replies, "First we'll get you started on one to one, before we kick off a threeway love fest!"
It threw Thomas back, him wondering how three guys could get it on, "I don't get it. Doesn't somebody get left out?"
Versatile, leaning towards bottom, Ian reacts, "Not with my lips wrapped around Barry's hard cock, while you're tube is up his ass!"
It was something Thomas was not at all sure about, yet he did feel something, slipping a hand between his legs, his mind reeling on the prospect of his cock buried to the hilt in a guy's ass.
With Ian zigzagging through the neighborhood, Thomas didn't pick up on the logistics of the area, until they turn onto Ocean Blvd. With the ocean to the left, he knew they weren't anywhere near campus, "Um, Ian?"
"I know what you're going to say, but I had a second thought."
"What's that?" Thomas pries, watching the other side of the road, the homes facing the ocean, gated properties passing by them, seemingly at the speed of light!
"Darryl. He and I could be comfortable about you being in our room, but what we didn't talk about is how `you' would feel?"
Speaking his honest thoughts, Thomas replies, "Awkward, I think."
"Precisely!" Ian says, as he swerves into a driveway, sticks his arm out, tapping a black square with his hand.
Two seconds later, the tall, wrought iron gate was moving to the left.
"You live here?" Thomas beckons.
"Sometimes. It's more convenient living on campus, plus it's fun to party, but I like it here too."
Thomas' immediate reaction, as they pull into the lighted drive, lights shining on key places, "Who wouldn't! Like what does your old man do for a living?"
"Architect. Designed this place," Ian replies, just as he pulls up in front of the main house, which didn't look much like a house, but a bunch of odd shapes, thrown together!
Ian's car stopping, he got out.
Thomas, stunned by the weird layout just sat there.
Being gentlemanly, Ian pulls his the passenger door open, saying, "Welcome to Oz!"
"Oz?"
"Figure of speech," Ian replies, saying "c'mon," helping Thomas out by tagging his arm.
Leaving the club, the two neglected to put their shirts on, for a very good reason. They lost them!
"Ooh! Chilly!" Thomas says, shivering his little nips off.
Leading the way and rubbing his hands together, Ian replies, "Hot tub time!"
Approaching something which looked like an entranceway, triangular shaped and composed of clear glass and pine, Thomas asks, "Your folks? They okay with you coming in this late?"
"First," Ian replies with sincerity, "I'm twenty years old. Second, they're not home!" He laughs.
"I guess we can make some noise then!" Thomas replies.
Seconds after saying it and after Ian punches some codes in the keypad on the wall, he hits another button. Club music begins billowing out of nowhere.
"Yeah! I feel like having a party!" Ian's chest and stomach shake like jello! "Wanna have a party?"
"At two in the morning? Besides, isn't the music kind of loud? Won't the neighbors complain?"
"Too loud for you?"
"Not for me!" Thomas yells.
"Cool. One way of making not complain, is to invite them to the party!"
Thomas is more taken in by the house furnishings, weird sculptures, odd-shaped doorways and furniture, than paying to Ian on his cell.
Hearing the phone click in two, Thomas asks, "Who were you talking to?"
"Only Patrick and Avi. If Avi's boyfriend gets in soon, he'll drag him along. Patrick wasn't sure if he could get a date." Placing two fingers to his lips and tapping them, he thinks out loud, "Should I phone Geoff?"
Not thinking of much to say, Thomas generalized, "Is he a nice guy?"
"Not only nice," Ian says, finding his name in the directory of his cell, "but Geoff has got like the hottest bod!"
It made Thomas feel good, asking!
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Meanwhile, Barry had shut down the `Bear Garden' for the evening, resetting the motion alarms. Other employees were held responsible for placing tarps around the sides, but his job was over when the lights were doused.
"Anybody ever try to break in?"
"Not really. Only thing they could steal is liquor, but it's locked up pretty tight at night." Barry laughs, "Only thing they could make a get away with are a bunch of swizzle sticks!"
If Barry hadn't any knowledge of the hirsute scene, he might have been skeptical of a slim cub wanting to go home with him, but as he packed Michael and himself into his 4x4, he wasn't at all intimidated, "Hungry or you want to just get down and dirty?"
"Is down and dirty okay with you?" Michael replies.
There was some doubt, what with Michael being so hasty to jump in between the sheets, Barry asking, "My big size doesn't intimidate you in the least?"
Michael knew Barry meant chest and stomach, he instead picking on, "I told you, to me size doesn't matter."
Barry was ready to swallow his words. Yet, even though Michael had voiced his opinion on size, he was curious as all hell, wondering what Michael was packing, a normal opinion, falling on most men.
With pompous attitude, Barry asks, "And pertaining to you, for curiosity sake, what kind of a monster would I be facing with you?"
Instead of a humorous response, as Barry had followed up his query with a giggle, Michael's attitude projects, "Pathetic! Of all people I didn't think I would hear it from you!"
"What?" Barry asks with surprise.
"If that's the way you're going to be, just pull over?"
Barry did pull over, but every time Michael pressed the door button to pop the lock, Barry countered it from the driver's side, finally locking the passenger option to do so!
"So now I'm you're prisoner?"
"I never meant to intimidate you, Michael."
"I don't really care about how big you are, Barry?"
"It's not my angle, okay? For your information, every time I mention something like my big, hairy belly, you come out with reference to my cock! And `you' get so bent out of shape about big dicks?"
"You're belly? But I thought...."
Backing up to minutes ago, Michael thinks it over and in a somber tone says, "Oh. I thought maybe..."
Barry cuts in, "Maybe I'm like every other gay man, looking at a relationship with another gay man, through the cock and balls and not heart and mind?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little on edge."
"Why should you be? I think I've already proven I'm not an ax murderer, taking you home to my shed?"
"I don't think that at all Barry. It's just that... I'm a little nervous because..."
There was a pause, Barry provoking, "Yes?"
"Look, back there at the Bear Garden, I had this `terrorizing feeling' in my stomach coming up to you and talking to you."
"What on earth for?"
"Because I'm a skinny guy and you're this hot, hairy dude and I was afraid of rejection, that you would prefer a man who is more like you."
"Me? Oh sure. There's plenty all right. It's why the Bear Garden is so successful, because of the clientele, but over the past two years we've seen not only beefy bears and cubs come out of the woods, but slim, muscle boys like yourself. Some of em don't have a speck of hair on em!"
"Yeah?" Michael listens and learns.
"How many guys like yourself, meaning slim, hairy or smooth, did you notice tonight?"
Michael was uneasy over the question on account of, tonight he was there to stalk a chubby or beefy dude. As soon as he lay eyes on a dude who didn't fit the description, he passed on to the next guy. A handsome face wasn't key, until the first criteria was met, big beefy chest, which could be slightly saggy, hairy a plus, stomach of varying proportion, but definitely not defined to point it was composed of an entire six pack. Even if the stomach drooped to the point a guy's navel was obliterated was fine.
By his own priorities, Michael had to answer, "Honestly? The only man who captured my attention was the first guy I lay eyes on."
It didn't take a rocket-science mind to figure it out, Barry thinking, if it wasn't at the gate, it had to be, "Some guy in the parking lot?"
"Don't be dense," he knew Barry was putting him off with some far-fetched thinking, "you?"
"But you came into the club. After you saw me, you had to have it on your mind to do a little shopping?"
From serious to a little smile, Michael replies, "Yeah I did, but I couldn't find any guy which met your standards?"
It ironed out the atmosphere in the cab of the 4x4, Barry taking the initiative to lean in Michael's direction. After a sweet kiss, the two fell back in their seats, whereas Barry shifted the truck in gear, peeled out, with the words, "Yeehah! Let's get down'n'dirty!"
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