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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `TWiSTs oF FATe!' 04
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"You got a problem with that?"
Jared felt bad for the guy, because in reality, he had stolen away one of HOODWINK'd's finest, Francois Stuckert, to manage of the two new ventures on the island, Warrior One', opening in the old Flake House. In a way, Jared didn't feel totally responsible, thinking it a good move for Francois, or Franc' as he liked to be called, approaching him first and sympathetic now, because there was another dude in Franc's job, screening guys entering the club.
Regardless, Jared was feeling sorry for the young dude, Joseph getting on him about Jay coming in with a wheelchair under his ass, saying, "Uh, Joseph, why don't you cut the guy a break?"
"Fine!" Joseph morphed into his pompous self, "You handle it!"
"Uh, wait!" the dude called out, Joseph taking the reins of the wheelchair, plowing right on through the crowd.
Kind as could be, Jared treated the new guy at the desk with the same regard as he would one of the employees at his stores, except for writing a cell phone number on a piece of paper, reasoning with the desk dude, "I know your manager personally, but just in case you should have any problems, I'll leave my cell on. Call me and we'll be glad to leave the club, um..."
He wasn't wearing' identification, being shirtless, responding to Jared, "Pete... Pete Jardine," made an effort to cordially welcome Jared to the club. Watching Jared meld into the crow, Pete just stuffed the piece of paper into the side of his leather pants. Anything which went in there', would stay until he took the pants off. However, he made sure it would not get lost, keeping it next to his `heart-center', right along side of his stiff shaft. The dude with the leather vest didn't turn him on, but the Matt Bomer-lookalike could have gotten the young guy in the wheelchair in, with no problem. Well, Jared did, Pete not running after them!
He still looked up now and then, watching in particular Jared, because he seemed taller then the others, having memorized the build. Soon, he couldn't take it any longer, calling for his relief man, who did question Pete, taking his break so soon.
Instead of a break, Pete walks over to the bar, right before Joseph and his clan hit it, telling the bartender, "`The boss' wants me to take over."
Sure, he got interrogated over it, but Pete ruled and one of the six bartenders traded off to another duty. He knew he was taking a chance, calling the shots, giving fictitious orders, but he had an honest face!
Like a hawk, he watched the line upon line at the bar, seeing a particular head in the crowd gravitate from end nearest him, on the farther side. Pete swept by each bartender, which wasn't any reason to stir suspicion, since none of the same kind of liquor or beer was kept in all places behind the counter. Soon he found himself next to George.
Jared had just stepped up, George about to ask him, `What'll it be?', when Pete asks, "Next?"
"Hey," Jared says dubiously, "weren't you at the door?"
"I was. The boss juggles us around all the time."
George knew a phony line when he heard it, but wouldn't put it past himself to do the same thing, connecting with a hot guy. Matter of fact, he had spotted Jared when he stood behind the dude he was serving up a beer, telling Pete, with a smile, "Man-stealer!"
"What was that?" Jared thought he `heard' something?
"George was saying how busy we are tonight," Pete replies. "Now, what can I get you?"
Back at the front door, Pete wore a black tank top. Behind the bar, following the protocol of the other bartenders, he had stripped it, reason for Jared at this moment to want something more than a handful of beers, but ordered them up anyway, or else catching hell from Jay, coming back empty-handed!
Returning with a handful, bottle against bottle, against bottle, Pete sticks his neck out, over the counter, says, "First round is on me!"
Not oblivious to Pete's obvious attraction, Jared, perhaps as interested, asks, "Didn't lose my number, did you?"
"Nope, got it safe'n'sound right here!" Pete taps his cock right through the chaps, though below the counter Jared couldn't see, but Pete could sure feel the pounce!
As he steps away, he says, "Use it later!"
Later became sooner, remembering Jared said he kept his cell on, in case it came to be Jay and their party evicted because of the handicapped chair on the dance floor, which he knew Joseph would have plenty to say about that!
His cell did ring, asking right out, "Don't tell me, your boss wants us to clear out?"
"No," Pete says into his own cell, "just wondering if you need to be serviced?"
The giggle told Jared it meant more than if he and his friends finishing their drinks. "Really?" Jared had been abandoned.
Jay not minding if Dan went off to dance with Jake, Joseph had led him over to one of the guys he knew, that used to work for the Spin Club, before it was raided and shut down, Jeffry Coleman.
Jeffry was a dancer, not your typical muscular mate. Instead, shaggy ginger hair along his chops, stache, darker, reddish-brown hair on his chest and stomach, an embedded trail which ran down to his skimpy loincloth and hairy legs. There wasn't much place on Jeffry's skin which escaped fuzz.
Joseph was sure Jay would love his `dancing!'
"Wow!" Jay exclaimed, when seeing Jeffry suddenly lift his arms, flaunting those hairy pits!
"Happens I personally know him, anytime you want to meet him?" Joseph says, already excusing Jay through the crowd.
He was up on a cube, larger than life than the crowd below, Joseph shouting to him, "Jeffry! C'mon down. I've got someone for you to meet!"
But he couldn't hear Joseph, over the decibels of a Mike Posner remix. Realizing whom Joseph was talking to, still snapping his fingers and singing, "The way it used to..." his singer petered out, "be..." noticing the hairy dude step down off his podium. With the cub standing almost in front of him, eyes as big as two moons over Mars, Jay says, "You're dancing is like," the fur struck him, like a slap in the face, "awesome!" Jay wanted to reach out and pet, but knew it not couth.
"Sorry, didn't hear you," the dancing dude bent over, lent his ear to Jay.
His hairy chest was right there, so close, it's all Jay could do to keep from grabbing up his nips and... "I said I think your dancing is awesome!"
"Thanks," he said straightening himself up.
But `wow', didn't he look more awesome-er up close, according to Jay. He also noticed Joseph had disappeared.
Bending back down, this time his lips were almost upon Jay, "My name is Jeffry."
"I'm Jay," Jay yells his lungs out.
"Wanna go someplace quiet?" Jeffry asks.
All that fur, how could Jay say no!
Quieter was the changing room, more a locker room which was no less decorative than the club itself, sparkly colored lockers in all the colors of the gay rainbow. Jeffry sits down, saying, "Joseph tells me you're a special kind of guy."
Conscious of himself, Jay says, "Yeah, you can see that, can't you?"
Jay had his fetish, hair, all over a guy's bod, but Joseph also knew Jeffry had his own, "Joseph tells me you're going to be manager of your on store?" he steals a glimpse of Jay's almost smooth bod, wanting to explore.
Eager to know Jeffry beyond the club, he says, "Looking for a day job?"
Sitting back, it was a shame, Jeffry crossing arms over part of his pecs, "More looking for full-time."
His mind here and there, on store business and on the subject of checking Jeffry out, says, "I wish you wouldn't do that?"
"Do what?"
Realizing he's being an ass, Jay laughs, "I guess I'm obsessed with how awesome you look!"
Looking down upon himself, Jeffry, who has already been clued in by Joseph, says, "Oh, that!" he gets up.
"Where are you going?"
"No place. I was thinking of some new dance moves and wondered if you can tell me if they're good?"
"I dunno Jeffry. I don't think I'd cut it as a judge for Dancing With The Stars!"
"Ok," he sits, "then why don't we just get to know each other?"
Fine with Jay, already infatuated with Jeffry, at least the ornamentation, "what about your work?"
"My work?"
"Dancing? Like, isn't your boss going to say something, that your not out there shakin' your booty?"
"Oh that," Jeffry replies, "not to worry. Joseph said he'd cover for me."
At first Jay's face show surprise, then laughs, "Joey? He's dancing for you?"
"Sure. Now, I'm not supposed to say, but didn't he tell you he did undercover work at the Spin Club, before it became HOODWINk'D?"
"Not as a dancer. No... but oh, I've got to see this!"
He started rolling on his own, Jeffry insisting on helping him. All changed, except for a shirt, he grabs a tank.
Figuring on seeing Joseph in the manner they arrived at the club, he was totally wrong! Up on Jeffry's cube, he had stripped down to his undies in the same locker room they just vacated and traded in his chaps for a skimpy little pair of briefs. They weren't even Nouguet's, but briefs which made sure a guy's big bulge, bulge!
"Like... oh... my... god..." Jay exclaimed in slow motion.
Not a whole lot different than Jeffry, except having more of it, Joey's front looked massive, the black hair from his collar bone to where the speedo held captive the rest from sight, which wasn't anything much of a surprise to Jay, having seen Joseph barechested and more, but up there in the dark room, lights and lasers flashing across his bod, it was too surreal to be the same of Joseph!
"Wow!"
It really wasn't much different from home, but even Jared, who happened over noticed who different the contortions of his bod made it seem unusual.
"Joey's really got some moves!"
"In more ways than one," Jeffry leaned on the handles at the back of Jay's chair, his mouth to Jay's ear. "Hey, you want to get out of here? Get something to eat?"
Tilting his head back, Jay looks at Jeffry upside down, "Can you?"
His answer was wheeling Jay back to the locker room.
When they entered, one of the dudes who works there had a patron over the bench, fucking him, Jeffry barking, "Mike, you know better than that!"
He was sorry he had to pull out, but Mike knew the rules like anyone else. Only, he knew everyone tended to bend them when confronted with a hot, hot guy.
"Sorry," he pulls out.
The dude getting fucked was beet red and it wasn't from having his feet in the air, which made him grab his clothes and bust out of there!
"You're not going to tell?" Mike asks, like begging, his tee shirt wiping his cock.
Jeffry knew Mike was under the gun, having been reported twice before, since being hired, which was in June, "I might let you slide if you give my friend here a blowjob!"
"Really?" Mike gave them both a sort of repulsive look.
It's not the thing, having tasted cock, just found it more rewarding to shoot his load into a condom, lodged up a guy's inner canal!
"What do you think, Jay?"
Taken off guard, Jay didn't know what he wanted and it wasn't the `fucker', "Can I pass until another time?"
Mike physically wiped his forehead with his arm. Most of that sweat was probably from drawing himself in and out of his victim's ass, but... "Okay with me... I mean, like the dude says," Mike is more than happy to let it pass, "take a raincheck on it?"
"I better get ready," Jeffry says. After stepping out of his tiny briefs, he says, "I have to shower. Okay with you?"
Jay let Jeffry call the shots, especially when he said he would be quick. While sitting there, Jay was privileged to watch guys come and go, most changing out and into fresh briefs, the ones they had on tossed into a bin. He wondered now, did any one brief belong to a certain guy, or did they share, once they were laundered? He smiled, thinking how the whole, full bin would smell by the end of the night, most likely akin to a dirty football locker room. He didn't think too long before Jeffry returned, towel around his waist.
"I'll just be a second," Jeffry whips the towel from his pubes, walks over to where a set of round mirrors hang on the wall and picks up a hair drier. "Pain in the neck sometimes, being this hairy," he switches it on and starts to dry his chest.
"I wouldn't know," Jay chuckles.
Looking through the mirror, Jeffry smiles, thinking how luscious it could be to lick Jay's pecs, suck on those nips, "Maybe I should trim it up or shave it off?" he smiles at Jay's reflection.
Adamantly, but with some humor, Jay replies, "Don't you fuckin' dare, Jeffry!"
Down to his pubes, Jeffry says, "I know. Like Joseph has said, you would probably disown me, never want to lay eyes on me again!"
Switching off the hairdryer, Jays says, "I probably won't, but I'd sure as hell be mad at you. In any case, I'm not out to own a guy." Jay adjusts his gaze, from watching Jeffry in the mirror, seeing the hairy ass, turned around, cock and balls facing him.
Walking right over to Jay, placing his hands on the handles of the chair and like Joseph had done earlier, bends to tell Jay, "I wouldn't be opposed to being owned by the `right' man?"
In the lurch here, Jay wasn't sure what Jeffry was saying, "What do you mean?"
Going about his business to get dressed, which was jeans and a tee shirt, Jeffry tells Jay, "I know this sounds crazy, but when Joseph first started to tell me about you and your accident, I had to know more. It was like drinking beer with an incredible thirst, I wanted to find out more and more, like about your accident."
"Why would you have an interest in my surfing accident?"
It was based on life before becoming a go-go dancer, Jeffry claiming it would take more than five minutes to explain. As they exit the locker room, Jay notices, "I guess twinkle toes got tired!"
He laughs, but on their way out, are met right outside the front door by Joseph, stuffed into his chaps, a little of the bright pink speedo he was wearing, showing, his signature vest over one shoulder. There are cops on the scene, which gets Jay panicky, outrightly asking, "Where's my brother?" he tugs on Joseph's arm.
Knowing what Jay thinks, Joseph replies, "This is not about Jared. He's still inside the club, but our friend Dan here, it turns out he's a little thief!"
"Thief?!" Jay exclaims, searching through the crowd for a glimpse of the dirty-dealing culprit!
"Don't even trouble yourself, Jay," Joseph says, taking hold of his chair, wheeling him over to the side of the parking lot, where some people are parked, since it was not a parking lot for cars, unless you were unlucky enough to be taken out of the club on a stretcher, or in Dan's case, in cuffs!
"Joseph!" Jared tugs at his vest, which pulls it off in his hand, "Where's... oh, there you are!"
Both brothers were happy to see each other, safe and soundly, but the next person to cross their minds, Jay asks, "Where's Jake?"
Fortunately for Jake, he wasn't a suspect in Dan's attempt to make off with a guy's wallet, Jared confirming, "Oh, I just saw him, dancing with some dude inside."
"Whew!" Jay was so relieved, not that he would ever think of his best bud being accused of thievery, but sometimes when you're caught with the `bad guy', you're just as bad, until proven innocent.
"Can you believe it, Jare?"
"What?"
"Joey says Dan tried stealing some dude's wallet?"
Jeffry hung on there, taking it all in.
Jared kind of got the impression the guy was with Joseph, asking, "Who's your friend, Joseph?"
"Not my friend. You better ask your brother."
Sneering, Jay says, "Thanks for helping out, Joey! He's my new friend Jeffry."
His attention should have been on Jeffry, but Jay kept getting torn away, setting his sight back on Dan. Even distant, he could hear Dan rant, `I'm innocent!'
Lamenting, "He was such a nice guy. I can't believe Dan would do that to a dude. Whatever happened to `innocent, until proven guilty?'" Jay can't tear himself away.
Joseph leans over Jay's chair, "Happens. A person seems so innocent, only to have deep secrets in their past, which we can't see until something like this happens."
Right off, adamant, like he can be when he's right, or wrong, Jay says, "You don't know Dan like I know him. How can you be 100% sure, Joey?"
Always behind the gun with his brother, Jared gangs up on Joseph, "He's right. You've got an in with the cops. Why don't you go over there and see what else you can find out, Joseph?"
Standing, facing Jared, Joseph says, "I don't know why I let you two boss me around so."
"Because you love us so, Joseph and if you're nice I'll let you kiss my ass later," Jared laughs.
Walking towards the police fracas, looking back with a smirk on his face, Joseph brings an arm around in front of his chest, behind his own back, without looking, Joseph sends the `finger!'
"Oh!" Jared says, turning back to Jay. In the dark, anywhere outside their home, Jared's hands would be on the back of Jay's chair. Remembering, he turns, but finds his brother secure, Jeffry's hands where his would be, cordially saying, "Thanks there, Jeffry."
"No problem," his mind, like Jay, is glued on looking for Joseph's progress.
Leaning over the chair, which Jared periodically follows, Jeffry says to Jay, "You're not going to get upset if Joseph can't do anything about Dan, are you?"
Feeling warm breath on the top of his head, Jay looks up, at the underside of Jeffry's beard, because he returned his attention to the crime scene. "Hey!" Jay says, giving Jeffry's cropped beard a little tug.
"What didn't I do to deserve that?" Jeffry replies, a smile on his face.
"You look cute upside down, y'know?"
Their little infatuation game could have gone a longer distance, if Jared hadn't blurted out, "Here they come!"
They couldn't hear anything but a mumble-jumble of words, but Joseph's arm across Dan's shoulders, Dan rubbing his wrists where the handcuffs had been, were key to Jay's understanding, "Oh good, Dan's not going to jail!"
"Or," Jeffry refutes, "maybe they have released him into Joseph's custody?" he didn't want Jay getting his hopes up.
A gut feeling, unlike Jay used to get when he was ready to come, "No, Dan's not guilty of anything. I know it!"
Before anyone could say a thing, Jay reaches a hand out, "Dan, you're okay?!"
When accused, arrested, Dan didn't have time to blink an eye, let alone grab his shirt out of the back of his pants, or figure out which end was up and slip it on. June, the day air could be warm, night air a little nippy, which is probably why Dan sported stiff peaks on his chest, sweat all over the rest of his bod, glistening in the lights surrounding the open area of HOODWINk'd, him saying, "Yeah. It was no big deal."
"No big deal?" Joseph jumps in. "Why, if it wasn't for Dan, some dude would have been out of a couple of hundred bucks!"
Much remained to be explained, Joseph saying, "There's a long story behind it, which could better be told while we're enjoying a beer?"
"Nice offer, Joseph," Jared says. "Speaking on behalf of the others, I think we'll take you up on it!"
At first, taking Jay's hand, Jeffry had to stand up, Jay reeling Dan in for a hug. When Dan stood, it's the first time he really felt the cool air. Whipping his tee shirt out, it was like a reverse strip show in front of Jay.
His bod still had its sheen when Dan lassoed his head, fed his arms into it, which is why he had a tough time pulling it down. Knowing the rules about town, `no shirt-no service', he planes a hand down his front, unsatisfied, "Oh damn!"
Joseph laughs about it, "You really need to get with `my' fashion statement!"
A hand down Joseph's front, made Jay bite his lip, sorry it wasn't his own five digits feeling up all that hair!
With almost all eyes on Joseph, Jared was still scoping out Jeffry. He allowed him to attend to his brother, but rightfully, Jared never got his name and now that Dan was out of the woods and safe from the police `bear' attending to him, "By the way, I didn't catch your name?"
Seeing right through his brother, Jay says, "Oh, will you please stop it, Jare. He's okay. Okay?"
Not bent out of shape over the whole thing, Jeffry leans over Jay, his hand extended out to Jared, "Hi, I'm Jeffry Coleman. I work at the club. I offered to take Jay for a bite to eat and we were just on our way, if you care to join us?"
It was on Jared's mind, `like when were you going to tell me?', but wouldn't dare embarrass his brother, instead, "Sure, as soon as Pete finishes changing his clothes?"
"Pete Jardine?" Jeffry makes sure they're still on the same page, being there are a Pete and a Peter who work the club.
"That's the man," Jared replies.
"Sure is," Jeffry replies. "A very nice fellow. Would give you his right arm."
"Well, let's hope it never comes to that!" Jared replies.
"Know him myself," Joseph says, making excuse, from undercover days at the club, not wanting to hurt Jared's feelings by saying he's great in bed too!
Running through Jay's mind was something similar, how good of a friend was Jeffry, with Joseph. Then again, presumptions sometimes got his balls twisted up for no reason at all. He was about to ask where they were going, but kept his mouth shut, seeing Dan work the wrinkles out of his shirt. He smiled, seeing that sexy bod, almost like having no shirt at all, sweat-soaked and the shirt behaving like Dan had no shirt on, because `unfortunately' Dan's fine fibers of blond fur hadn't blossomed yet!
It startled him, Jeffry moving the chair, it not going, "Want to throw off the brakes and move this baby into gear?"
Doing it himself, they started along, Jay grabbing up Dan's hand as the 19-year old came up beside him, "I knew you didn't do anything wrong!"
Dan smiled down at Jay. The connection, hand to hand, didn't exactly make Jeffry jealous, but longing of how things began would fall into place.
Thoughts were dashed, Pete Jardine jumping down a whole 5 steps, hands waving in the air, "He-e-e-e-ey, don't forget about me!"
Like a bowling ball, Pete's bod butts right in between the kingpins, Jared and Jeffry, arms over both their shoulders, which in turn give Jay's chair a little jolt.
"We didn't forget you, Pete!"
Looking up, opportune moment, Jay lifts an eyebrow, watching Pete place a hand on Jared's neck, reeling him in for a mushy kiss on the cheek, thinking, `I wonder what that's about?' he smiles!
When they got to Donato's, a bearded dude was at the door, flipping over the open-closed sign, to `closed', turning and walking away.
Looking closer, both at the sign and the `dude', Jared says, "I wonder what the Greek means?"
Stepping right into the middle of the gathering, a voice says, "Try Hebrew?"
It was Pastor Mark, whom they all greeted, as he knocked on the door.
Opening it, they are greeted by, "Oh hi there Pastor Mark!"
Said, not like it was Sunday, in church, but more at the door to a brothel, they all get ideas...
"My friends and I thought we'd catch a late night snack?" Mark says.
Pushing the door wide open, how could he not refuse such a handsome bunch, "Come in. Mi casa y su casa!"
What a catch line, probably most original of the century, Jared throwing at him, "Sorry I mistook your Hebrew for Greek," he giggles.
Knowing it when he hears it, he grabs up Jared's hand, "I'm Avram Zidon, new owner of Donato's."
Cutting off his brother's instant infatuation, or lust, Jay says, "This is my brother, Jare. Sometimes he can't help falling over a guy..."
"Shut up, moron!" Jared looks down upon his sassy bro!
"Jare, is it?" Avram finally gives Jared's hand a shake, then detaches, asking, "And who might you be?" he turns to Pete.
Their eyes lock.
In the time between being mobile in the wheelchair, to now, he's had much time to just sit and analyze people. But a guy didn't have to be a wizard to know what eye contact can mean, Jay addressing, "Your next line, Pete, is, `haven't we met?'"
Following the whole thing, like a brother circus act, Jeffry keeps an eye, Jared saying, "When my brother gets that way, just give him a slap!"
Jeffry replies, fingers teasing Jay's hair, "Oh, I couldn't harm a hair on his precious head."
Snubbing him, Jared rolls his eyes as tells, "Well Jeffry, he's got you brainwashed!"
During their threeway chat, Jared realizes, while Joseph was securing the door, Avram and Pete wandered off. Seeing Pete's back at the kitchen door, "Hey, wait up you guys!"
Joseph, he helped himself to playing bartender.
Jay says, after the remarks, soft hand on his hair, "Thanks for standing up for me against that bully!"
Reading the situation which just incurred, Jeffry says, "I don't think you and your brother could ever get mad at each other," he wheels Jay over to a table.
"Trust me, we have, but never too angry to where we couldn't settle our differences," which, most important disagreement of their lives, Jay recalls first time he proposed fucking his brother, but wasn't ready to share!
"Chair or wheels?" Jeffry asks, pulling a chair out from under the table.
"Where would you like to have me?" Jay asks.
Smiling, Jeffry gets bad, "Under me, while I softly taste you all over?"
Time and time again, the situation has presented itself, Jay saying, "For future information, I like can't get it up?"
Sweetly, Jeffry says, "Won't stop my tongue from invading your privacy!"
Giggling, Jay says, "I like it when you're horny, Jeffry."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Hearing a key tap on the door, Joseph puts down a bottle, walking over, throwing the lock, "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Who's your friend?"
Jake replies, "Get it through your head, Joey, he's mine and not yours?"
"Boo-o-o-o!" Joseph says, locking the door after Jake and his `charming guest' enter.
"Hey guys," Jake drags the dude by the hand, "this is Willem!"
"Hey, Willem," Joseph plays it down, already knowing the Scandinavian dude, eyeing him up between the suspenders, all that reddish-blond dusting of fur, "shirts required, but being it's after hours, we'll let you slide!"
"Oh really?" Willem answers him, dropping the suspenders off his shoulders, whipping out a tee shirt, covering his hot bod and, tucking in and then returning the straps to his shoulders, "Wouldn't want to upset the management!"
"Oh course," Joseph replies, "Doesn't matter you've upset me!"
They were old friends. Willem, 37-years old, had left the detective division about 10 years ago to open an antique shop on the island. Back then, Joseph was the first person to confide his gay sexuality in. Pals for a time, Joseph helped break Willem into the gay scene on the island. More absorbed in his business, the occasional trick, Willem thought it time he try to find a more permanent relationship.
It's Joseph, standing there, shooting the breeze with Willem, while Jake goes and blabs about meeting up, "Playing the dating game, Will?"
"Maybe more," he replies.
Handing Willem a beer, Joseph chokes on a sip, "Jake?"
"I know. He said it himself he's more the playboy type, but every man needs someone. Maybe I'm that someone," Willem says.
With a common interest, Joseph tells him, "Jake, he had his first taste of s+m a couple of years ago?" he tries stirring up conversation.
"Yeah, we talked about it. I think I might be able to get him re-interested."
Almost as long as Jared and Jay have known Jake, Joseph has also. Just like the other two, Joseph would protect Jake, with his life if necessary, a mutual friendship and more. But he also knew Willem like a book and knew, if they had a little fun along the way, they would be playing it safe, "Lately Jake has been saying it felt kind of cool to have his balls in traction!"
Would have been nice, Joseph's balls getting a few palpitations over the subject, but a shrieking whistle, Jake yelling, "Will! Come over here," broke up their thoughts and desires.
"Coming, dear!" Willem replies, rolling his eyes at Joseph.
Last words, Joseph says, "Who's the master now?!"
They had a nice night out.
After two bites of pizza, the once eternal flame of Jay's excitement began to dim, Jared saying, "There he goes... ruining a nice night out with the boys again!"
Leaving Donato's, Jared, Pete, Jeffry, Dan and Jay made the trip home.
Joseph and Pastor Mark volunteered staying behind to help Avram `clean up!'
The other two went their separate ways, Jake saying, "Don't wait up for me!"
With the night a little chilly, it made them step lively. To make sure Jared wasn't catching cold, Pete put his arm down Jared's back, latching onto the opposite hip, "Feeling the chill?" he places the other hand on Jared's forearm, rubbing it.
"Was!" Jared laughs.
They had chatted during the late night out, Jared finding out Jeffry would sometimes take care of Zack Zoon's brother, so he didn't have to keep him on the right path. Rather, taking the lead, Jeffry led them to the house.
"Still keep the key under the rock?"
Too bad it wasn't better lit, Jared and Pete both looking at Jeffry's bum as he bent down to look, shirt riding up, exposing a hairy crack!
He could have set Jeffry straight, Jared waiting to say, "Probably, but the lock has been changed, Zack doing it before he left."
Holding the key, Jeffry lets it fall out of his hand, "Oops!"
Smiling back, Jared hands him the correct key, saying, "I have a strong feeling I should make a copy!"
Jeffry replies, "For the rock!"
"Yes," Jared replies, catching Jeffry's adorable smile, an outline of beard surrounding it.
While those two made goo-goo eyes at each other, Pete rolls Jay in out of the nippy night, "Where to?"
Zonked out, Jay couldn't give direction, Jeffry saying, "The elevator. Kind of a bumpy ride down the stairs!"
Though, he guessed, Pete, more than an average man's build, could probably carry Jay and the chair down the stairs, Jay in one hand, chair in the other!
At the bottom of the stairs, Jared and Jeffry waited for the slow moving elevator.
Eyeing Jeffry up and down, not that Jared was determining whether he dared stealing the hot cub away from his brother, he asks, "So, you and Jay, you got to know each other a little bit?"
"I'm already quite fond of him, but I think Dan also."
"Yes," Jared replies, "we all saw how quick Jay was at sticking up for him."
It did occur to Jared, the 2 to 1 ratio and how sparks could fly, getting direct, "By the way, I was looking to hire someone to take care of Jay during the day and since you've had some experience with Zack's brother, would you want such a position?"
"I have a confession to make?"
Along Jared's line of thinking, Jeffry was ready to say he had the hots for him and not his brother, "They say that confession is good for the soul. Whenever you're ready, Jeffry?!"
"Well..." Jeffry pauses, "Joseph, he kind of set Jay up, in order that we could meet. I suppose it's no secret to yourself, how Jay can get over a guy with a lot of hair-covering?"
Good thing it wasn't about himself, not that Jared didn't like a handsome, hairy cub, but was inclined to gravitate more to the muscular set, "Yeah. Which brought me to the conclusion it was strange, my brother's attraction to Dan. Then again, as I've always thought, liking or disliking a guy is not based on his looks. There's so much more to it, I think you'll agree?"
`Ding!'
The elevator always made a chiming sound when the doors closed and opened, upon which Dan took hold of the reins on Jay's chair, wheeling him right over, asking, but not expecting an answer, "I take it he should be getting right to bed?"
"Uh, yeah," Jared replies, "if you can get him to wake up!"
Pete, knowing what a kitchen looked like, headed right for it, "Mind if I get a bite to eat?"
Jared had an answer for Pete, but was also conflicted over Jeffry looking `so sad', "Ever hear the phrase, Jeffry, if you want something, you've got to go get it?"
"I'm older than Dan. He's slim. I'm chubby. What do you think the odds are?" Jeffry poses.
"Odds. Even? I don't go much on either. In business I look at things from all points of view, consult my people in the field. I get all of the criteria and then judge whether to move on ahead. If I were you, Jeffry?" Like a father, Jared puts his hand on his the shoulder of `his son', "I wouldn't wait a minute more. Besides, I'd like to make sure Pete is finding the bratwurst!"
Patting Jeffry on the shoulder, like make up your mind', or make the right decision', whatever, Jared heads off to the kitchen.
Already, Jeffry's heart was telling him he didn't deserve a chance of being with Jay, after feeling good about seeing Dan in cuffs. Now, he was making himself into the bad guy, after finding out what seemed to be a true and certain picture, has wiped the slate clean. With Dan not doing anything wrong, rather turning out to be a hero and good guy, he drew up more doubts in his mind. Though, it's not the first time someone has told him to be more aggressive, his good friend Joseph doing the exact thing before he met Jay.
When they came in the house, Joseph had spotted someone in the street and held back. Now, he comes prancing in the front door, drops his weight into every footstep, singing, "Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-lah-la-la-la-la... Tis the season," his hand lands on Jeffry's shoulder, "to be... what's up Jeffry, my boy?"
A little curious, "Who's the guy you met in the street?"
"Oh him. Louis is a firefighter. I hook up with him occasionally. Turns on and off like a faucet, sometimes wanting his wife, other times a hot man's dick!"
Smiling, Jeffry says, "And he happened to see a hot man at Jay's door?"
"Thanks for the compliment, babe!" Joseph laughs. "Say, is someone in the kitchen," he heard a pot clang.
"Uh, wait a minute Joseph."
Not many were entitled to grab the back of Joseph's chaps, whereas hand tucked in the back, the middle finger would tickle the top of his ass crack, Jeffry being one of the privileged, "What's up?" he turns around, one side of his vest falling off his shoulder.
Fixing it, Jeffry tells his feelings about Dan, in cuffs, uncuffed and what Jared has told him.
"Jared's a smart man. Get the fuck in there, before you lose your place in line!" Joseph replies, going his own way.
Go, Jeffry went. Cracking the door ajar, he was tempted to knock, like he was ready to nerve his way into a steamy love match. However all things were quiet as can be, `steamy' not exactly what he hadn't found!
Jay's head was glued to the pillow, snoring.
Casting his eyes to the chair, Jeffry arrived at the conclusion, after Dan had put Jay to bed, he decided to get some shuteye himself. Though, the position Dan took up in the easy chair left much to make a man's mouth water!
To begin with, shirt stripped, along with pants and socks, it made Jeffry chuckle, wondering what Dan was up to before he dozed off, a hand down his briefs.
"Um-uh," he makes judgement on how good that teen treasure trail looks, deep blond, as opposed to hardly recognizable scathing of fur on his pecs and stomach. Yet, he wondered how long ago Dan had conked out, whether it was Dan's knuckles, or `something else' which made his briefs bulge?
Too curious for words, he walks over, looks around, like to see if anyone is alive to what he's about to do, tucking a thumb in the elastic of Dan's briefs and standing by his side, tilts his head to take a look inside the darkened cave...
"Oh shit!" Jeffry calls out, a hand suddenly clenched around his wrist like a shackle!
"Lose something?" Dan asks, smiling.
Making up a totally bogus excuse, Jeffry replies, "Yeah, I know I had an extra condom in my back pocket and wondered where it went?!"
"So," Dan's hand which was inside his briefs, releases Jeffry out of bondage, "you thought maybe it wound up on my dick?"
"Possibility?" Jeffry couldn't deny, especially proud of himself for coming up with a wild story, which could be construed as credible.
A snag, Dan says, "Only problem with that, I'm not here to take advantage of anyone. Are you?"
"Oh, of course not!" Jeffry is fast to snap back with.
"By the way, when I was helping Jay out of his clothes, he woke up and something about `liking you', asked me if I did."
A smile was on Jeffry face, not taken aback by it, "Oh, I'm sure he likes you too!"
"I'm sure," Dan replies, but perhaps the gravitational pull was more, now that Jay was asleep and Jeffry standing there in front of him. "Hey, now that you've seen what's in my briefs, how about I take a look and see what's making you bulge?"
"Bulge?" Jeffry had to look down at himself, like he couldn't feel the impulses, the process a man goes through, pumping semen into his stalk, "Oh right, I seem to see something happening down there," he laughs out of embarrassment.
"Well, do I get a look?"
What choice did Jeffry have right now, Dan sitting up in the easy chair, both feet on the floor, sitting up and reaching for his zipper, "What are you going to do?"
Getting right to it, his true intentions, Dan is not afraid to say, "Tantalize your cock for starters, as long as you don't have a problem with that?"
"Problem?" Dan suddenly forgets Jay in the bed, sleeping, "Never had a problem before!" he giggles.
The play of fingers on his zipper only escalated the action and soon as his pants were at his ankles, briefs propped under his balls, Dan's lips kissing the tip of his stiff shaft, Jeffry's hand on Dan's scalp!
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Joseph had walked in on Pete and Jared sharing, Pete with a potato chip in his teeth, daring Jared to take half, "Oh really guys... run out of bananas?!" he laughs, helping himself to a beer in the fridge, twisting the cap off with his bare hand.
Getting to know each other, being playful at it, Jared quickly dismisses the scene, "And what grabbed your attention out in the front yard, Joseph?"
"Oh, only Louis. Said he'll stop by in an hour or so for some s+m," Joseph casually mentions.
On the other hoof, Jared bit a lip, looking at Pete.
His worry, about the subject matter was quickly vanquished by Pete exclaiming, "Hotdiggity... hope you got an extra pair of cuffs, Joseph." Then, turning to Jared, "I hope you're into s+m, are you?" After 3 seconds, "If you're not, we can finish up the chips and then go from there?"
Another aspect of the two in the kitchen, munching on a single chip, Joseph couldn't be denied the scene of Jared and Pete without a stitch of clothing and while standing face to face, Joseph could not be certain, because of the kitchen island obscuring his view, but swore Pete's hand was helping to make Jared feel good.
Knowing he wasn't into the hardcore stuff, as he found Jake into, when he and Joseph surprised Master Bartosz in the dungeon, he quite confident says, "Of course. Joseph's my mentor. You didn't know?"
How would Pete know, having met Jared right this minute. Of course, he knew Joseph wore chaps and the leather vest at the club, but clothed in it, didn't mean a guy was into s+m. Quite possibly, Joseph liking the scent and feel of it, Pete's eyes lit up, "Bring it on! Bring it on!" he coaxes with both hands wanting Jared to `bring it on!'
"Oh shit," Joseph says glumly.
"What's wrong?" Pete asks.
Jared could guess, "Poor Joseph. All of his toys went up in smoke."
True, Joseph kept a small stash of toys in a duffle bag, under Jared's bed at the old house, but rather than lament over it, "I'm sure we can come up with something," Joseph walks over to a kitchen draw, pulling it open."
Both Jared and Pete turn to face him.
"Oh look what we've got here!"
Jared, looking upon Joseph with a pair each, forks, spoons and knives in hand, "Since when did you become a cannibal, Joseph?"
Completely overriding Jared's idea, Joseph says, forks to prod, spoons to slap, knives to," if he does get obscene, "hack off the balls?"
"Yikes, Joseph!" Jared exclaims.
Laughing his ass off, Joseph enjoyed watching Pete's theatrics.
Falling to his knees, balls bouncing off the kitchen floor, all in an effort to please the judge' and jury', clasping prayerful hands together, Pete pleads, "Anything but that, sir!"
Looking up from the one seeking mercy, Joseph says, tossing the knives back in the draw, "Well, Jare, I think you have your slaveboy right where you want him!"
Playing along, Jared, making a statement, cups his own balls, "Not exactly, Joseph. Like, his tongue is ready to lick your goods and not mine?"
Without saying and having done the roleplay before, Pete switches right around, begs Jared, "Ready and waiting, sir?"
He couldn't say it wasn't turning him on, Pete head-height to their waists, Jared reasoning, like a redneck from the Kentucky hills, "Hell, I don't need no fancy words to get me swallowed up!"
It's not Joseph has not witnessed this before, just it was his good friend, stepping into a role he's never seen played out, Jared grabbing the back of Pete's head and leaning his pubes in, made their slave take bratwurst right up the hilt!
"Um, I think he's turning blue?" Joseph says of Pete's full cheeks, Jared's thick salami making a throat look larger than life.
Taking Joseph serious, Jared exclaims, "Ye-gods! Really?" pushing Pete against the forehead.
Coughing, Jared thought for sure he almost committed murder!
On the other hand, Joseph, who time and again has seen or done it himself, got so wrapped up in the throes of a hot cocksucker, cut off the ventilation, knowing when enough was enough, "I think he'll live."
"Damn!" Pete says in between gulps of air, "What a fuckin' hot master you are, Jared!"
Kidding, he says, "Why do you think they call me `Master Jared'?" he laughs.
Sure, watching Pete service Jared was horny, but not being an active participant, Joseph became bored. Looking up at the clock above the stove, he complains, "Now, where the hell is Louis?"
As he says it, there's a knock at the front door, Joseph rushing up the stairs, cursing as he makes the top stair, "You're in deep trouble, Louis!"
Instead of Louis' face, standing on the other side of the screen door was...
"Diln! I thought you were at rehearsal all night?"
Helping himself `in', Diln says, "I thought the same, but the director thought things going so well, he cut the rehearsal short and sent everyone home."
"Fine," Joseph thinks in diligence, his mind on a certain kind of fun.
"I thought you would be glad?" Diln answers, in reply to Joseph's deep thought.
"I am," Joseph replies, on edge from his invitation to Louis, but surrounds Diln with his arms.
Then the door sounds again with a rasp of knuckles.
"Aren't you going to answer?" Diln asks.
"Probably, he's got the wrong house," Joseph finds excuse.
A little wise to Joseph, Diln goes to the door, "Well, don't you think we should find out? If the someone's lost, we should point them in the right erection... I-I-I mean direction?"
`Shit!' Joseph thought, Diln being such a wisecrack detective!
In a sultry manner, Diln says to `Louis', "Are you lost?" through the screened boundary.
"Am I lost?" Louis replies, helping himself to the handle. "No. Heck," he nods his head towards the leather man of the hour, "I'm here for Joseph. Ready to have some fun?"
"Is that so?" Diln replies, allowing Louis to walk right in.
Truthfully, Diln was interested to see how this was all going to pan out. He closes the inside door and walks towards Louis and Joseph, already caught up in conversation.
From a short distance, Diln giggled to himself. By way of reading the language a person could dictate, through gestures and hurried speech, which also came with territory of acting on stage, he could decipher Joseph trying to get out doing whatever it is he and Louis had planned for tonight. It made him most curious, since when Joseph heard Louis' knock on the door, his crotch was showing an enormous interest!
He wasn't blind to Joseph's interests, especially now, handcuffs hanging at the hip, half of a pair of chained clip, fallen out of the vest pocket and his signature collection of clothing, vest, which could be easily removed when the sweat collected. Earlier in the day, Joseph had casual chaps on, but tonight Diln noticed the switch up, to the kind which had the tear-away snaps and to top it off, the boots, Doc Martins, knowing Joseph didn't have them on before.
Turning around, Louis had the saddest look on his face, saying, "I guess I'll go find some other action," passing between Joseph and Diln.
A palm to Louis' chest, Diln says, "Why? I'm still fresh for some action?" he stare at Joseph.
Joseph sweetly says, "But I'm not sure you're up for the action we're up for?"
Louis just hung and waited, his loins still cookin', a longing of hope building.
"This kind of action?" Diln says, extracting the clips from Joseph's pocket, allowing them to dangle right in front of him.
Afraid it might put a damper on their early-term relationship, Joseph tries to dissuade, snatching the nip clamps away, "Must've come loose," he stuffs the chained clips back into the small vest pouch.
As could happen, a wiseass bottom picking up on things, he was surprised to hear Louis say, "He's onto us, Lord Vader!"
"Shut up, munchkin!" Joseph replies.
Their banter made things a bit more easy going, Diln finding a lift in the atmosphere, "Well, should be get down and dirty?" he lifts his tee shirt, tears it off overhead.
Louis, walking right over to Diln, places a hand on his hairy chest, "Damn, you're a beautiful cub!"
Diln smiled, both at Louis being so candid, but also the tingly sensation down yonder, hands traveling over the fanned out pattern of his chest, "Keep it up Louis and you'll have yourself a late night snack!"
"Um, excuse me," Joseph steps in, grabbing up Louis' wrists, breaking off the connection between the two. "Did I give you permission to touch?"
Both were unsure, Louis allowing Joseph to cuff wrists behind his back, initiating thought, saying to Diln, "Which role are interested in playing? I tell ya, don't mind at all having 2 masters to serve?"
He was beefy, not really muscular, a good lead in for Diln, "As long as I'm not that Jabba-the-hut character!"
"To the batcave!" Joseph led them off to one of the bedrooms, the one formerly inhabited by the Namboothiri brothers.
As it stands, Diln wasn't thinking of a character out of a fantasy movie, but rather placing himself in the cast of a porno movie. Even though not thin, tall, chiseled bod, he lent himself to being the personality of a `Quinn Jaxon', though he's not sure if he wanted to assume the position of Quinn standing tall, or on his knees. Regardless, Diln thought he would play it as it comes, like it was one of his auditions.
When they got to the room, Diln placed the small duffle Louis was carrying, on the bed, asking, "You brought a change of clothes?" he jiggles it around, hearing clanking and clinking sounds.
Getting comfortable, Joseph taking off his vest as he tilted the blinds, "Why don't you do a little show'n'tell for Diln, Louis?"
"Oh, we didn't start yet?" Louis nicely reprimanded Joseph.
"Boy!" Joseph corrects himself.
Louis had more to say, "Like, how would I do it, with my hands behind my back?"
The play had started up a little, like it always did, Louis and Joseph sinking into their roles, "Good question," he faces Louis. "Diln, why don't you venture into the bag on your own?"
He also takes the liberty of grabbing up Louis' tee shirt at the collar, tearing it in half!
Purposely, Louis had worn an old tee shirt, knowing the score. Over time he learned many things which turned Joseph on, like tearing a shirt open, exposing a man's chest for the total purpose, like he was doing now, feeling up pecs, tweaking up the nips a little, just enough to elicit moaning sounds, which made a hand dart down into the pants and feel results!
Diln, wondering exactly where he could fit in, decided to take the high road, "You've got two hands.... you do it!"
Joseph's hands froze, one dropping off Louis' left nip, the other loosening its grip on Louis' sacs.
His bug-eyedness made Louis laugh, "Oh, that's so fuckin' funny!"
Not letting up, as Joseph turns around, Diln, who knows some of the jargon, says, "Oh man, if a boy of mine laughed in my face, I'd sure know what to do!"
He was mocking Joseph, which was taken in a way of challenge, whether an assault on the person, which wasn't taken as such, being Diln was a friend and not stranger, he entertained thought, "Oh? And exactly how would you handle it, `master?!'"
He scrambled to think of what to do. Diln, figuring those nip clips were in Joseph's pocket for a reason, he confidently strides over and plucks them out, twirling them around. "Owch!" Diln says, accidentally grazing his chin, hit by one of the clips.
Both Joseph and Louis laugh out loud, Joseph mocking, "They go on his nips, moron!"
Crinkling up one nostril, Diln replies, "Oh really? I guess you're a little behind the times, Joseph!"
Louis suddenly dummies up, saying, "Um, what are you going to do?" out of part dramatic fear, part serious, since Diln was not separating the rubbery jaws.
"Swing it around until it hits you in the chin?"
"No-o-o-o!" Joseph replies, serious look on his face.
"Ready?" Diln says.
Standing vigilant, Joseph was unsure about this, leery to say the least, putting in his last dibs, "I never heard of..."
"Don't worry," Diln says confidently, seeing a different crease in Louis' thin stache, as he bit a lip, "I wouldn't think of messing up this hot face!"
Before he got started, since Louis' hands were clasped behind his back, Diln took advantage, dropping arms, sliding them over Louis' sides, reeling him in for a kiss as palms smoothed over his back.
"Now cut that out!" Joseph warns, mainly cast out of the loop. "We're supposed to be torturing him!"
Diln breaks off the kissing, but not the hug, "Who says I'm not?"
Feeling sorry for his friend, Louis says, "Hey, want to see me suck two cocks at once?"
Releasing his hold on Louis, Diln cuts the act of making Joseph feel `lost', "I'd sure like to see that. Um, like where are we going to get 2 cocks?"
"Got one right here," Joseph flubs pulling his codpiece off, having to tug at it 3 times to remove it completely!
"Guess I'll have to do it the old-fashioned way," Diln goes at his belt buckle.
"Allow me," Joseph says.
Realizing the implications, Diln smiled, thinking of how it was going to go, Joseph taking the belt, then unbuttoning, unzipping, falling to his knees... however it was a bogus reaction, Joseph only taking his belt from the loops!
"This will come in mighty handy!"
With strong desire, Louis breaks silence, "Don't forget I sassed you, sir?"
Suddenly Diln had an urge. As much as he would have loved to join Joseph in stuffing his cock down Louis' throat, other desires kicked in, "I sort of sassed you too?"
Wrinkling up a side of his mouth in a wry fashion, Joseph says, "Damn, boy, what are you still doing in those clothes?"
From there, the scene turned incredibly hot!
With Louis, and Diln, any kind of marks or damage' could not be tolerated above the belt. Though, Joseph new from experience some light' torture to the nips would only cause superficial swelling and turn the nubs bright red or pink, which go away in days.
Joseph, being a fair master, doubles Diln's belt, saying, "Ass or chest?"
Louis knew his choice. His nips were sensitive not only to touch of the hand or tongue, but also teasing from an instrument of giving pain, "Chest for me!"
"Assume the position. And you, `boy?'" he addresses Diln.
"I dunno," he watches Louis, whom Joseph had made him Diln get way too horny over stripping `the other boy', studies Louis as he gets into position.
Down on knees, Louis had wiggled his way to where his feet were propped a little under the bed. Leaning back, he lifts his arms and stretches them out onto the bed, still cuffed!
"Oh man, how do you do that?"
Louis simply answers, "This is where the yoga classes pay off!"
"Are we done chit-chatting, boys?" Joseph taps the folded in half belt on one hand.
Finding the position Louis in, interesting, let alone the apparent attack of his own belt in Joseph's hand, he figures if Louis can take a rasp of the belt on his front, so can he. However, not the flexibility in his arms, "Um, like what do I do with these?" he holds both arms up, like swiping the stick under his pits in the morning.
"You figure it out," Joseph laughs with a sinister twang. "Just make your bod tight for a hot whipping!"
"Shit," Diln says, figuring out how to, as Louis has managed to accomplish, lift his pecs and stomach. Normally, sitting, Diln's bellyhole would be gobbled up in the wrinkles of his stomach. Finding a position, he worked his arms along the edge of the bed. With Louis right next to him, he was in a quandary of where to extend his left arm, "Um?"
"Slip them in under," Louis says, flexing his arms.
"Are you sure?" Diln inquires. He could not deny how awesome it felt, feeling both of Louis` arms on his arm, a bit of each pit, moist hair touching.
Feeling merciful, Joseph reaches for Diln's right hand, stretches him towards the pillow, "Here. Hold on to this."
"Thanks for nothing," Diln was already in condemnation for what Joseph was about to bestow on him!
"My pleasure," Joseph smiles.
Diln couldn't understand his feelings. He had assumed many positions when playing theater, a part never having him in this position before. Though, if the 24-year old had had more experience, perhaps his situations would have brought forth playing a role of a submissive. He could very well pursue a career as Jaxon, whereas he was sure to gain much experience, but Shakespeare and Broadway were the areas more to his liking. Though, the feeling of his pulsing balls couldn't deny him the sensations of playing a part as he did now with Joseph as a hot master...
"Owch! That fuckin' hurt!" Diln exclaims, having withdrawn a hand from clutching the bed post, feeling up the left pec. "It's all red!" he studies the red nub, pink skin around it.
Joseph was ready to same something clever, Louis stealing the scene, "Hey, what about me?"
Stepping next to Louis, in order to get a cleaner shot at his pecs, Joseph's meat hung almost in Diln's face.
Well-knowing this, Joseph says, "Paying attention, boy?" as he aligns the doubled belt up with Louis' pec.
All of them could attest to the hot scene which unfolded. Getting the hint, Diln sucked on Joseph's monster, while thrashing away at Louis' chest and abs. When it came Diln's turn to make the chest and stomach red, Joseph pulled out and parked his cock in Louis' wet space.
When it came to Joseph ready to explode, he couldn't make up his mind who to reward with his slick cream. Instead of coming right away, Joseph mellowed out. Stroking himself, he had his two `boys' make love in front of him, instructing Diln, "Make it like you're acting out a love scene in the movies!"
They didn't need to act, both getting it on as if a natural response. Neither complained of sore pecs and forgetting Joseph was even there, they ended up in a 69 position.
Suddenly, where Joseph was so pent up in emotional fuss, reduced to hardly feeling anything, uninvolved with Diln and Louis' lovemaking, he slid out of bed, saying, "I guess I'll go see what everyone else is doing."
Although he probably could have stayed and whacked off to the two deep-throating each other, he preferred having more of the attention given to himself.
To make it easy, he snapped the codpiece onto his chaps before jumping into them. Still horny for some action and knowing he wasn't going to get any around here, he headed out the front door.
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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