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BeaR GaRDeN 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Nice place," Michael says, looking around the room, after Barry escorts him inside his apartment door.
By the way he said it, like something had regurgitated, gotten caught in Michael's throat and he had to clear it out, clued Barry into thinking his place wasn't the jazziest living space in town.
Like most people answer, modestly, it put realism to Barry's words, "It's not much, but it's home!"
Walking in further, Barry got ahead of him, Michael saying, "As long as you're comfortable, who really cares, huh?" Though, he swallows when he sees tables, dust-coated.
"Here's the tour," Barry says, shoving his thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen, right over a short counter, "Jon's over there and the `down'n'dirty' room over there!"
He laughed, which made Michael laugh, with honesty because he thought it `originally funny.'
"How about a beer?"
"Sold!" Michael replies, following Barry to the kitchen, but because only one could fit between the counter and the fridge, he bellied up to the countertop.
"To us!" Barry says, after twisting off two caps.
Smiling, Michael apologizing and cheering them both on, "To my stupidity and a night of getting down'n'dirty!"
"I'll drink to that!" Barry replies, stressing more the second part of the toast. He sipped, then upended the bottle, however Barry's eyes stay glued to Michael's physique.
They both guzzled, Michael finishing a little less than Barry.
"More?"
"I think I better have something of substance first?"
Opening the refrigerator door, at two in the morning, Barry replies, "You either have a choice of worn out pizza or stressed chicken wings?"
Michael replies, "How about a fresh stromboli?"
"Uh, may I remind you, it's even too late for the tooth fairy to be up and no restaurant in town is serving this late... I mean early?" Barry taps his wrist, even though void of his watch.
Smiling, Michael announces, "Not `Rinaldi's By The Sea?'"
Putting two and two together, Barry does the math, "You? That `Rinaldi' is you?"
"My uncles. They are partners in the business."
"But still," Barry questions, "it's two in the morning. They have to get their rest too?"
"Right, but during the night, Aldo is there, preparing for next day business," Michael not leaving out an important fact, "and for a blowjob, I'm sure he would not mind stopping to make us a calzone?"
Slightly smiling, Barry asks, "You know that from experience I take it?"
At first Michael smiles, then confesses, "Aldo and me, we're cousins, we get along very well."
"Affectionate, no less?"
With a grin, Michael replies, "I'd say more than `kissing cousins?'"
Placing the paper containers in the garbage, rather than refrigerator, Barry says, "A skinny little runt like yourself?" he rinses his hands.
Setting Barry straight, Michael asks, "Ever hear the phrase, `opposites attract?'"
Getting it, Barry replies, "So how come you're not getting it on with Aldo, instead of me?"
Laughing, Michael says, "How did I know that question was next on the list? Aldo, he says he doesn't mind fucking a skinny guy, but he'd much rather have some meat on a guy's bones." Giggling, "Aldo once told me, when he's fucking a guy, he likes have some `love handles' to grab onto!"
"I hope you told him to go to hell?"
"I was very much in the closet before Aldo came from Italy to live with us. I owe him a lot."
His stomach growling, his cock a little active, Barry thought there would be time for details later on, suggesting, "Why don't you give Aldo a call and maybe by the time we get there our calzone will be ready?"
"Great idea, but I thought you wanted a stromboli?!" Michael says, whipping his cell out.
Barry rushing Michael out the door, hassles him, "Calzone. Stromboli. What's the difference?"
He had' to ask! On the way over to Rinaldi's By The Sea', Barry got the rundown on everything from calzones to cannoli!
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It seemed like moments, a matter of a minute and some dude was walking in the front door.
"Avi-i-i-i-i-i-i!" Ian grabbed him up in a big bear hug.
Over Ian's shoulder, Thomas got a look which gave him the impression he was a Turkish delight, ready for the guzzling down, Avi exclaiming, "Who's the hottie?"
Hottie?' Thomas replied, dressing in only the pants and footwear he had on at the Bear Garden,' but his questioning to himself was why anyone would want' to refer to him, a nerdy looking four-eyes' as a `hottie?'
Ian turns, he and Avi still connecting skin tissue, "My friend, Thomas. I met him at the club tonight."
In Thomas' honest opinion, Avi was an outright hottie himself, about Ian's height, which was about two inches shorter than him, but not at all Ian's chubby tummy and beefy chest. He wasn't exactly a musclehead either, but either way, Thomas would call him a fox, his hairy chest, the stripe down the middle, bellyhole swirl and a more defined treasure trail running down to his, "Hey, is it okay with your neighbors to run around the neighborhood in your briefs?"
Avi replies, "It's like two in the morning, dah!"
Ian, leading Avi, "Except if Officer Troy is on the prowl?"
Three guys helped themselves to enter the premises, spokeman in the lead, "Somebody mention Troy?"
Thomas watched the interaction, much like Ian had greeted Avi. This time Avi joining him in welcoming friends. In the lead, the `big mouth', he was introduced to Geoff and Geoff's sex buddies, John and Jason. Then, continuous line of welcoming, Lev and TC entering. As Ian was about to head back out of the foyer, Thomas under his wing, the door bangs again.
"Bill! Happy you could make it man!" Ian exclaims.
However, Bill remains cool, calm, collective and horny, cracking his knuckles, "Who wants to be fucked first?"
Ian calls attention, "First I want you to meet my new friend, Thomas. I met him at the `Bear Garden'."
Bill gives Thomas a flighty going over with the eyes, replying, "I won't like it, but I'll do him!"
Right away, Thomas knew he won't like this dude and swears to himself he didn't know what got into him, wondering from where the words came to mind from, "That's okay, `guy'," he called him, "I'll do you with no sweat!"
After Bill walks away, Ian says, "That was way too cool Thomas!"
"What was?" he knew!
"Nobody has ever given Bill a taste of his own medicine, back in his face."
"Is that good or bad?"
Taking Thomas back to the party, arm over his shoulder, proud of him, Ian replies, "You got him to thinking, that's for sure!"
"Really? What does he do for a living? I have a feeling he doesn't do much `thinking!'"
"Fashion designer, almost. He's an apprentice, working himself up the ladder."
It was an obnoxious remark and according to Thomas, well deserved, a follow up, "He better watch it," and again, he didn't know where these down'n'dirty thoughts were coming from, "ladders can be shaky. He's liable to fall off, his ass landing right on my `sharp tool!'"
Just about to leave the foyer, Thomas had Ian laughing his ass off.
"What now?" Ian swings Thomas about for one more trip to the door.
This time, the dude waited outside.
"Raymond! C'mon in." And because Ian wanted to keep tabs on the party, "This is my good friend Thomas!"
He didn't even excuse himself, leaving Thomas in the company of Raymond.
"So..." both said at the same time.
"You go first," Thomas offers.
"Tell you the truth?" Raymond says in a shy way, "I didn't really have anything to say after, `so?'"
"Me neither," Thomas giggles, "but if I did... are you joining in on the partying?"
Raymond slips, "That's why I'm here," and because he didn't realize it, "Ian says there's somebody I've got to meet."
Doing some investigative work, Thomas asks, "You come to these parties all the time?"
"No. Some of these guys are my clients." Not much to go on, he knew more questions on Thomas' mind, Raymond says, "I'm a personal trainer. I own the gym in town. Maybe you've heard of it? `Blazing Muscles?'"
"`Blazing Muscles?'" Thomas thinks it over. "Sorry."
"I've been open only three months, but already it seems like it's turned into quite the gay man's gym!"
Thomas feels dumb after asking, "Is it a gay gym?"
"Wasn't meant to be, but one guy leads to the next and soon gay men and their gay friends are signing up. I've had to hire two more trainers and soon will be needing another. You know of any?" Raymond hits him with.
"Do I look like I work out?" Thomas asks.
Not which Raymond was asking Thomas personally, but it was a good lead in, him saying, "I bet with some personal training, you could shape up?"
"Trying to drum up some business, Raymond?"
Thinking fast, Raymond replies, "Maybe, but I thought more it would be a good way to ask if you want to go to the party with me!"
Knowing where all this was leading up to, Thomas accepts Raymond's invitation, "Yeah, okay, but if you don't take your shirt off, you'll be the only one with one on?"
Smiling, Raymond lifts the tail of his `Blazing Muscles' tee shirt, saying, "You just want to see my perfectly chiseled bod, don't you?"
Again, Thomas didn't know where these sexy lines were coming from, chocking it up to making it up as he went along, "Let's just say I'd rather be touching skin, than shirt?"
When he appeared at the front door, Raymond was scared shit to enter on account of it was the first time he was meeting clients on a personal basis, let alone a house party. He knew what could happen at these parties, guys getting drunk out of their skulls, sucking and fucking each other, an evening out which he did not cater to very much. More the cocktail party; h'ors deurves, wine, guys talking about anything to make up conversation, which `shopping,' he wasn't amazed to find exactly the scene in progress.
Thomas wasn't exactly okay with more than shirts stripped, Ian himself coming up to the two, two beer bottles in hand and his wobbling cock moving to the rhythm of his steps.
Jason, who paled around with John, states, "C'mon dudes, you've got a lot of catching up to do!"
There were no words, but the plain truth, Ian leaving a bottle of beer in each of their hands, "Um, are you going to like strip down to bare ass, Ray?"
TC, his long shaft implanted down Lev's throat, says, "Yeah, we're all dying to see what you're packin', Ray!"
Raymond smiles, just to be nice, but for certain he didn't take kindly to TC's remark, wanting to show off for them all.
"Okay," Thomas thinks it affirmative, "but I think I'm keeping my pants on!"
"No, I didn't mean I was going to bareass'. Usually people call me Ray.'"
"It's alright to call you Raymond, or do you prefer `Ray?'"
Staring at Thomas, Raymond says, "What I prefer is to keep my pants on and..." looking towards his client, TC, his cock buried to the hilt down Lev's throat, Avi sucking Lev's cock, Jason spreading Avi's ass-cheeks, tonguing his hairy ass, John, Patrick and Ian in a threeway cock-sucking, Geoff on his knees servicing Bill, alternating tongue on cock and balls, "tell you the truth," he moves his tee shirt around to find the sleeves, "this really isn't my scene."
"Are you going to leave?" Thomas asks.
"I think I'll be doing so."
Because Thomas never experienced so many guys having sex, he makes a hasty decision, "You mind if I come along?"
"You got a shirt?" Is Raymond's way of saying okay.
He didn't. Thomas had lost his shirt at the `Bear Garden', but with all these brazen ideas coming his way, he reaches for the nearest one, TC's Abercrombie shirt, "I got one now!"
It was a little tight, but good for Thomas, because it stirred up conversation, Raymond mentioning in the car, "That shirt is a little snug."
"Are you still trying to get business for your gym?"
Not at all, but thinking it could be fun and pleasurable working out with Thomas, digging the nice bod, hairy, but not extreme and the `glasses', which show a guy, in his mind, who could be intelligent. Because he felt comfortable, says, "No. I like the way you look without it."
Thinking Raymond was trying to be cocky, Thomas replies, "Oh really? I'd more like to find out how you look without your pants!"
Turning the engine on, Raymond and Thomas look at each other and burst out laughing. They very well knew they were bullshitting each other!
Backing out, Raymond says, "Oops! I think I ran over a rose bush or something!"
"By the way Raymond, how does a gym owner, who has only had a gym for three months, afford a Mercedes Roadster?"
Truthfully, but with a light-hearted air to his reply, Raymond says, "Rich relatives?"
Deciphering it, Thomas says, as Raymond juggles the car until it's free to the roadway, "Your family's got money?"
"Yes and no."
"Your mother's rich, but your dad is poor?"
After a brief laugh, Raymond replies, "My dad financed my first gym. From that I was able to build my second gym."
"What happened to the first gym?"
"Arson."
"Arson? Who would want to do anything against a nice person like you?"
Raymond caught the reference, sensing too, Thomas not being like the others back at Ian's house. "It was in another town, in another state. It seems that two guys didn't like the idea the gym owner was gay, though it didn't bother those who took out gym memberships, gay or straight."
"Did they nail them?"
"Yep. Locked away for a long, long time and for me, I recovered almost every penny it took to rebuild, only I chose a different location."
Cool choice,' Thomas thought it, because he was sensing something cool' about Raymond, but alluded to, "Cool story. Um, nobody got hurt, did they? You weren't inside when they started it on fire, were you?" Thomas asks, concerned-like.
"I was and glad of it, because it would have been terrible if anyone had died and me not there to try to do my best to help save them. But fortunately it was only Ian and myself."
"Ian?" Thomas asks, being if the gym were in another town, either `that' town was close by or Ian commuted.
"Uh," Raymond answers, sort of a whimsical nature attached, "it took Ian a few semesters before he could find the perfect `party' university?"
"Ian," he was getting the picture, based on Ian's personality. Thomas, in reply, "Yeah, I take it Ian as not the studious type?"
Joking about their mutual acquaintance, Raymond says, "That's Ian. Forty-Sixty!"
"Huh?"
Giggling, Raymond replies, "Forty percent student', sixty percent party animal?'"
Back to serious matters, Thomas says, "So, you and Ian, you two are heroes?"
"Huh?" Raymond got shaken out of the horny daydream, beset by thoughts of Ian.
"During the fire. You and Ian saved a lot of guys?"
Raymond stare point blank at Thomas, just smiling.
"I mean, you don't have to tell me if..."
"I've asked Ian not to mention this and it's not that I've putting myself on a pedestal, but he credits me for dragging him out of the shower and to safety."
Not thinking it funny, only comical because obviously, Ian probably didn't have any clothes on, "Oh I bet Ian loved that!"
"Matter of fact, he didn't mind it much, the EMT guy wrapping him up in a blanket!"
Thomas replies frivolously, "I can only imagine!"
Whizzing down the main drag, ocean to the driver's side, Raymond glances towards the beach, saying, "Hey, I wonder what Rinaldi's is doing open at this hour? Want some pizza?"
"They open?" Thomas replies, turning his attention more to Raymond, smiling, then gearing his mind towards the wooden planked building.
They pulled in, right next to the only other car. Going for the door, Raymond pulled it, "Locked!"
Thomas joked, "I'm surprised, with super strength, you didn't pull it off its hinges!"
It was the first bod contact they had, Raymond giving Thomas a little pinch on the side, "Get rid of some of this fat and you could too!"
A little tiny pinch as such, Thomas could not believe it, it giving him something close to as if a tongue swiped once up his cock. He started to thinking about it, but stopped, when someone from the inside began throwing the lock on the door.
"We're closed!"
"Can you make an exception?" Raymond asks.
Thomas knew there was a connection between the two, the dude on the inside standing there, instead of slamming the door in their face, saying, "Okay Ray, but don't blast it all over town we're open in the early morning hours. I've got enough work to do!"
"Thanks, Aldo," he heard Raymond say, Thomas asking, "Don't tell me. You're Aldo's personal trainer?"
Joking, Raymond says, "Yeah, but not too personal!"
"Y'know," Thomas says as they enter, Raymond switching the lock on the door, "I might take you up on some training. Is it cheap?"
Giving a look over his shoulder as he leads Thomas in, "I give discounts to friends!"
Entering the main dining room, Aldo whistles, then shouts, "Hey, not in there. If you want to eat, you gotta do it in the kitchen!"
Having been to the pricey family restaurant on many an occasion, Raymond knew exactly where the kitchen connected to the main dining hall.
Entering, boisterously, Aldo says, "This is here my cousin Michael and his partner, Barry," setting off Barry and Michael to exchanging secret eye contact, smiling because Aldo called them partners', instead of boyfriends', "and this, my trainer at the gym, Raymond and... I don't know your name?"
Perhaps wishful thinking, Raymond introduces, "This is my boyfriend, Thomas." He always hated the word, acquaintance'. If a boy' was your friend', he justifies, he's your boyfriend!'
Then again, Thomas interpreted it in a whole different measure, feeling giddy, but keeping it mum.
"Nice to meet you," Barry stresses, "`again', Thomas!"
"You know each other?"
Soon Raymond learns the three have had a brief, first time meetup this past evening.
Barry gets up, hugs Thomas, saying, "Have a seat!"
Wearing the same leather vest as at the `Bear Garden', it is not tough for Raymond to visualize what the whole outlay of Barry's frontal picture. Pleasant, he wouldn't say obese, but none of that mattered, for the covering of bod hair, which made his mouth water. As for himself, Thomas and Michael, their bods were shielded by shirts.
"You better hurry up and get some pizza before it's cold," Michael says, smiling, and offering a slice to Thomas.
The four had a pleasant evening, swapping off tales from the gym, versus, particular nights from the Bear Garden, but none more outstanding than the current one.
Eating and drinking into five o'clock, they watched as Aldo completes his morning shift, readying the restaurant for breakfast and passing on his duties to the incoming crew.
Michael, knowing them all, introduces Barry, joking as he terms their new-found friendship, a `partnership', which seemed to stick well with the pair.
On the other hand, in a thick Italian accent, "Ray! I thought it was your car outside," Renato Rinaldi greets him. One of the daytime workers, also a member of the Rinaldi clan, sticks out a fist, a signal well known to Raymond, a musclehead greeting, the `clinking' of knuckles.
With his arm still over Raymond's shoulders, Renato says, "Hey, when we gonna get together again and work on my six pack?"
Raymond loved working with Renato. Not much older than his cousin Michael, at twenty-seven years old, Renato boasted a hot six pack and pounds of muscle, packed on a 5'9 frame. Too, working with Renato at the gym, he could very well see what he owned, wearing a skimpy tank and a pair of gym shorts. Renato didn't believe in wearing briefs under gym or any lower half apparel. Sometimes there would be a wardrobe malfunction, but Raymond kept his complaints to himself!
"Hey Renato?"
"What?" Renato turns to his cousin.
A big hunk of a muscle man, Renato couldn't hold a candle to Michael expressing himself, "Ray has a date, you know?"
"Oh?" Renato plays stoopid, staring right at 1-2-3, guys, as he sweeps Raymond around. "Who's the lucky man?"
Realizing it himself, getting caught up in Renato's charm, Raymond breaks from under the clutches of a friendly arm, "Thomas," he goes and stands by Thomas, taking a hand in his as he stands next to him.
Shaking his head back and forth, Renato says, "Damn Ray!"
Thomas asks, "Is he talking about me?"
Standing there, like a judge on `America's Most Loveable Bachelors', Renato comments, "Fuckin' hot!"
Raymond was thinking, under guise, `You haven't seen him without a shirt!'
Then conversation time ended, employees busying with getting ready for breakfast serving, early-early morning guests departing.
Ready to enter the fall semester, pursuing a degree in environmental management, it was a week before Thomas could be allowed to check into the dorm.
"You can drop me at my cousin's house," Thomas says.
"I thought you had a good time," Raymond detects uneasiness.
"I did. It's not you. It's my cousin. He can be such a pest."
They sat in the car outside `Rinaldi's By The Sea', at five thirty in the morning, Raymond asking, "None of my business, but if you want to talk?"
Thomas asks, "Don't you have to get up and go to the gym?"
"Yeah," Raymond fakes a yawn, even though wide awake, "in about half an hour!"
"We better talk about this another time," Thomas says with concern.
Starting up the car, pulling out onto the main drag, Thomas' stomach feels queasy, from the quick back up of the car.
Raymond talks up, "I can make the `best' French omelet you've ever tasted!"
If Raymond didn't watch it on the curves, chances are Thomas would have room for an omelet!
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There was never a dull moment back at Ian's house. From about three o'clock, to five, the action never let up.
Lev had gotten what he wanted, TC's load down his throat, some last minute `squeeze-outs' on his face.
When Avi had lip-pumped Lev's cock up till it was nice and stiff, his `Patrick-primed' ass was nice and wet to slip right down Lev's pole, with the greatest of ease.
With no ass to tongue, Patrick slipped into John and Jason's dual action, getting plenty of ass to plunge his tongue into, a speciality of Patrick's tasting hot, sweaty ass, laced with a covering hair.
Bill Basehart had Geoff on his knees, a first time the two have interacted in a sexual scene together. Geoff had purposely sought out Bill, knowing he could be a hot, rough man. He wasn't disappointed, once uttering the protocol, `Yes, sir', which gave Bill permission to proceed. Geoff was loving it, giving up his will to such a hot top man as Bill. More than twice he didn't follow orders pertaining to a particular manner in which Bill wanted his cock tongue-licked it costing him a few slaps across the face by Bill's hard shaft. He knew Bill was really getting into it, Geoff thinking they could really get it on after this, feeling a toed boot to his balls, pressured against the floor, Geoff moaning as he sucked Bill down his throat.
As for the others, TC with one wad of cum let loose, was ready to leave, when Ian confronts him, standing there, his bare pecs right in TC's face.
Ian asks TC, "Want to play `food?'"
"Lead me to your kitchen!" TC changes his mind about leaving!
Ian pretty much knew the chef was going to complain, coming in the next morning, finding remnants of their food play, whereas TC would find it pleasurable to rub honey on Ian's nips and lick them off. Finding some chocolate syrup, it painted a nice trail down Ian's chest, all the way to his bellyhole, where TC would fill it to the top and then lick it out!
"Ready for this?" TC says, rubbing some EVOO over the surface of an unpeeled banana!
Ian smiles, saying, "I can take two `bananas' at once, you know?"
Receiving a smile back from TC, it was like a humorous thought from the devil himself, "I know!"
Not the first time they crossed food with sex, TC lubes himself up with the EVOO!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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