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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `MAkiNG WaRRioRs' 16 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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They weren't totally disappointed over missing beach volleyball, an informal band of high school boys, some of which surfed for Warrior One during the summer instructional program.
Jesse had complained to Jared, before the weekend got underway, he was short about 10 surfing instructors. As it stood, those hired to work at Jay's Surf Shop, found themselves standing around, doing nothing. Jared's brainchild, he had some transferred to Warrior One, when the surfboard business, integrated with fashion, didn't take off as planned. Onsite, those enrolling in the surf instruction part of the business needed surfboards, had them readily on hand to shop.
Trial and error, surfboards were lugged over to Warrior One at the close of business on Thursday evening, all willing and able men available, which included some of the new instructors:
Adrian Clyne, surfboard sales, service and instructor, whom, at 25-years old, had spent the past few years traveling the world, studying the construction of boards and surfing some big kahunas
Giannis Xanthopoulos, swimming and crossfit training, Jared couldn't wait for his brother the meet the hairy, 27-year old Italian-Greek
Dack Harmon, it's all the 30-year old has been doing since high school, surfing, which, after seeing him up on the board, switch this way and that, it was enough of a proficient resume for Jesse, passing on the recommendation to Jared
Mathieu Dufour, whom in his senior year was a high school French exchange student, after college, returned to the states and at 27-years old, settled down on the Island, working for the Evans' empire
Rodger Ian Perry, all it took was for Jesse to give the word, for this multitalented, 36-year old, award winning surfer-turned retiree to come out of mothballs and join up with Warrior One
The others hadn't such an illustrious background check, Daniel Dani' Seven, 26-years old, from Vanantu, a natural on the board. Kenji Kalikani, 21-years old hoped to go back to his oceanography studies, figuring the Atlantic coast a nice start. Phillipe Gaston, a friend of Mathieu's brother, who made rooming arrangements. Ty McKenzie, 34-years old, is really good with kids and even though it hadn't been in the planning stages, when some of the older registrants showed up with their kid brothers or sisters. Jesse, seeing how Ty could relate to them, became another headache' for Jared, scrambling around to set up `kiddie surfing,' which amounted to swimming skills first! He threw off a sigh of relief, knowing they would not need boards until last two weeks of the course.
"Hey," Jesse had set an arm over Jared's shoulder.
Well-knowing Jesse personally, great friends over the years, sometimes more, Jared also started to read the business end of Jesse's gestures, "What is it now?"
"Um, I don't know if you heard, but the Japanese funding has run out on the team and..."
Jared smiles, knowing already, "Gee, wouldn't it be wonderful to have some surf instructors, to fall back on, at Warrior One? I bet you're wonder where I come up with these things?"
Sliding his arm down Jared's shoulder, Jesse says, "You knew?"
"Me?" Jared accuses himself, "I'm only the CEO. What do I know of things?"
"Where's your cell?" Jesse asks, like it was a trick question.
"My phone!" Jared exclaims, patting down his own hairy pecs. "I left it back at the house!"
"Yeah, I suspected so. Reason why Bron is calling me, complaining people are coming into the surf shop, saying they heard they carried surfboards?"
"We do."
Jesse tells him something he didn't know, "All out."
"Oops!" Jared picks up on his brother's way of whittling his way out of things.
"That's okay," Jesse brushes it off, "I've covered for you."
Right now, Jared, looking down Jesse's nearly smooth bod, skipped over the business end, "I guess I owe you one?"
"Depends on who you're sleeping with tonight?"
Jared, thinking about it, wouldn't mind, asks, "What about that high school trick you picked up from your surfing class?"
"Oh," Jesse replies, low-toned, "you know about him?"
"I've got my spies," Jared replies.
Knowing who the `James Bond' was over at Warrior One, Jesse says, "Yeah, I know. I have to be careful what I say in front of Sean!"
Not allowing Jesse to get ahead of him, Jared smiles, says, "It's not only the ears, but the eyes as well?"
"Okay, so we get along and I know how it won't look good, the director getting it on with an 18-year old who enrolled in the program. Tim's damn good at surfing, runs circles around the others..."
Pulling Jesse's chain, Jared moves a finger around in a circle, "So, you've tested him?"
"Shut-the-fuck-up, I hired him as an instructor to cover your ass, not some boy-toy?"
Good thing they were friends, personal and intimate...
"Me? I've got my ass covered. It's yours I'm worried about!"
"Yeah, right," Jesse speaks frankly, smiling, "and don't worry. You're not going to be the first to get my cherry."
"You can't put a guy down for trying!" which Jared has sprung on his friend numerous times.
Friendly attraction, between Jared and Jesse, it's too bad there wasn't more. Though, this satisfied each.
Breaking off what looked like it could lead to more, which couldn't happen in the middle of a crowded beach, Jared says, "So, what about Sean? You keeping him busy?"
"Sean? I wish I had 10 more Sean's around!"
"Oh?" Jared questioned, even though he's heard how much a go-getter the 21-year old muscle cub could be, "Is he working out for you?"
Jesse laughs, cups a hand to the side, whispers, "I wonder if he's as aggressive in bed?!"
Testing, Jared responds, "Perhaps you and Tim will find out!"
"Oh no, Tim's not like that. He's a one man, man."
Cracking a half-smile, Jared says, "Kissing those orgies goodbye, Jesse?"
A shy smile of doubt comes over Jesse's lips.
Sensing something different, Jared balks, "Well, that's what you told me you used to do, on all those surfing trips to South America, getting it on with the native boys?"
Head swaying back and forth, it wasn't prideful, Jesse claiming, "Well, maybe I made it a little more than it is."
"Hmm, so is it true or not, that you double-fucked that Brazilian surfer?" Jared puts it to him.
Getting himself off the hook, Jesse tries to explain, "Uh, a little tough to do with only one cock!"
"What would make you say such a thing, Jesse? I'm your best friend... but the point is, you could have told me the truth?"
"What? Come home and not have any steamy boy-stories to tell you?"
"I know what this is about," Jared smiles.
"It's not about anything," Jesse claims.
"Oh, so it's not about me mentioning, at college, how I was having a helluva time, getting it on with a roomful of guys, while you were held up in a grass shack with only your surfboard for company?"
Enough of it, Jesse says, "Can't we just talk business?"
"Fine," Jared says.
After an interval of silence, they both say something at the same time.
"No, you go ahead," Jared gives Jesse leeway.
"No problem. What's up?"
"Nothing. I just wanted the go ahead on the Japanese swim team, but also wanted to say..."
Jared stood there, `like say it, already!' When Jesse remains silent, "Besides the swim team, I have a feeling this is going to cost me money?"
"Oh god, why do you always have to be right?"
Drilling it in, Jared says, "You still owe me air fare to Brazil."
"It was Costa Rica," Jesse corrects.
"You have five minutes before I have to go meet a client," Jared looks at his watch, like he's timing Jesse.
Pressured, Jesse blurts out, "Tim thought it would be a good idea if you sponsored the Japanese team, but adding some of those enrolled in the program."
"Tim thought so?" Jared drew up a picture of Tim in his mind, which wasn't all about business!
"You gave me a chance, handing the responsibilities of Warrior One over to me, you should give him a chance," Jesse says sternly.
Coming back at him, Jared says, "I know you. I don't know much about Tim, other than he's a recent high school graduate?"
"I know what you're driving at. Yeah, he's fresh out of high school, but Tim's got a lot going for him. The other guys, his own age, respect him. They listen to him."
Most of the time, it took a while for Jared to size a person up and right now, with Tim, Jared wasn't thinking of how big, "If you're sure Jesse, well, since you own half the business..."
"Wait! What did you just say?" Jesse exclaims.
"Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a long time, but I know how pride is a big issue with you."
"Island pride?" Jesse questions, thinking about the gay pride festival.
"Not `that' kind, but how you always told me, when I offered to help you out, financially, you refused?"
Jesse says solemnly, "Oh. That."
"I've done a little digging, where people aren't supposed to dig and dug up a little info on your financial holdings..."
He knew where Jared was targeting this, "Oh? Like what's that about?"
"What it's about is, I figured, by the time you paid off all of those schooling debts, price of the 20 or so surfboards you've put on your tab, not to mention the jeep, you would be in the clear by the time you reached your 247th birthday?!"
"Uh, yeah. It definitely helps to have a good paying job, which is why now, I think I can handle it."
Smiling, walking closer to Jesse, chests almost touching, Jared plays with the drawstrings on Jesse's hoodie, "Oh, I know you will be able to handle it, because I've had my attorney run down every last person you owe money to and pay off your debts."
"You what?" Jesse was surprised out of his gourd.
Acting like the dominant partner, Jared tangles with the hoodie ropes, neatly tying a bow, "I had a discussion with one of the waiters at Korbeau's and found he was wasting his college degree, waiting on tables."
Jesse hadn't a clue. Korbeau's was too expensive for his wallet.
"A one time boyfriend, of about a week, Garrett McVeigh will now assume financial responsibilities for Warrior One, since..."
Intrigued, Jesse cuts in, "Is he cute?"
"Business, before pleasure?"
Smirking, Jesse says, "Okay, I deserved that."
"How long have we known each other?" Jared asks, not because it moot.
"Ten years, at least? I taught Jay how to surf when he was around 12?"
Jared continues, "Despite the ice bucket trick you played on me, I can't remember one other time we've fallen out of favor with each other..."
"Oh c'mon. You can't possibly hold that against me. If it wasn't for that, you wouldn't have met Simon?"
Scratching his head, Jared says, thinking of Simon's ass, "Yeah, okay, I guess you warrant forgiveness..." he thought about tight spots!
"Okay, so you want to skip over pleasure and get to the business?"
Jared was holding on, Jesse showing signs of mental fatigue.
"I'm signing half of the business over to you."
"Wait. Run that by me again?" Jesse says, totally focused on Jared's shades.
"The business, Warrior One, I'm giving you 50% share," Jared tugs, unties the bow.
"What does that mean?" it didn't register with Jesse yet.
"What it means," Jared looks down at his watch, "is I've got a meeting and if you have any other questions, you can see Garrett about them."
Frozen in place on the hot sandy beach, Jesse was stung out of his reverie by Tim, "Hey, what's up? You okay?"
"Am I okay?" Jesse was still in a stupor, staring at Jared's buns getting smaller and smaller. "I dunno!"
Tim tweaked Jesse's nip and ran!
Jesse looked back over his shoulder, with a twist of his hips.
A voice brought him back to reality, "Hi Jesse."
Turning around, this dude was in front of him. Dressed in a speedo, sunglasses and carrying a briefcase, Jesse wasn't sure what to make of him.
"Sorry I'm late. I know Jared would have liked to have introduced us. I'm Garrett McVeigh. I'll be working for Warrior One as..."
Right away, gazing up and down the 30-year old's figure, Jesse breaks silence, "Oh, right, the finance man."
They shake hands.
"A little more than that," Garrett replies.
Thinking more than business, Jesse asks, "Oh really? In what respect?"
Realizing how he said it, Garrett knowing Jesse is gay, "I've been in the same financial crisis as you and have risen out of the pit of monetary debt. We're not so unalike though, Jared being the one to help me recover. With the know-how, I think I can be of benefit to you and your future financial portfolio."
His ending statement seemed more than financial, but Jesse stuck to business, "Great. Maybe you can show me a few things."
Now he sounded like the one pitching!
"I'm sure."
Back for more fun, Tim says, "Hey, what's up, Jesse? You were supposed to like run after me, catch me and tickle-torture me or something?" he throws a big hint, yet unintentionally shares a secret about their clandestine private times together!
"Mm-m, sounds like you two know how to have fun!"
Already, Tim was spying on each little nook and cranny of Garrett's smoothe bod, thinking of many ways of having fun!
To break up their precious moment, they hear a guy yelling, marching up the beach towards shore, toting his board.
"I wonder what that's about?" Jesse says.
"Hey," Garrett says, "why don't you leave this one to me?"
So they did, Tim and Jesse walking off to where he was marching away from.
En route, Garrett meets up with the young guy, who apparently has blown his last fuse, "Hey wait a minute. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong," he stops, digs his board into the sand, "why don't they hire people who can speak english, that's what's wrong!"
Flirting sensors kicking in, Garrett says, "Why don't we head on back to Warrior One and talk about this?"
`Okay,' Garrett thought, while waiting for the dude to rant on about this, he could very well be an early bloomer, hair climbing out of his well-packed speedo, a trickle of hair up his chest, fanning out, much resembling the fountain of youth, but was thinking he was more college age, than high school...
"I'm not supposed to get upset and I've gone and gotten that way," the young surfer grabs hold of the up-end of his surfboard, faces it, uses it as a shield for his anxiety.
"What's your name?"
"Todd," he says, then through the hair of his armpit, "who are you?" meant to mean Garrett's connection to Warrior One.
Walking over to Todd, Garrett, who already summed up Todd being over 6 feet tall, because he was 6'3, puts a hand on Todd's shoulder, "I'm Garrett, the financial whiz behind everything that is going on." Not wanting opportunity to kiss the moment goodbye, "Why don't we go and see if we can get this all sorted out?"
Then, coming down on himself, the ginger-brown-haired guy says, as he looks back at the others on the beach, "I made such a fool out of myself. I didn't mean to. I just got so pissed at that one Asian dude and..."
"Todd," Garrett rubs his arm, "whatever happens, I'm sure it can be worked out. Hot about a hot dog or something?"
"I'm a vegetarian."
Seeing he was getting somewhere, Garrett furthers, "Then vegetarian it is!"
Knowing Jared had done the same for Jesse, because he was in the same rocky financial boat, Garrett thought he would break in his new charge card at Korbeau's. He knew, from waitering there, they had a no-meat menu.
"One problem," Garrett says, after getting back to Warrior One, "we need to put some more clothes on!"
It made Todd smile, saying, "I don't know where to put my board."
However, they were both in instant trouble, Sean Hardy patrolling indoors, "Hey, you can't come in here with that! Look what you're doing to my floor," he fans his hands out.
To get Todd off the hook, Garrett holds up his satchel out, taking it off the strap over his shoulder, "With this?"
If they were reading Sean's mind, which they couldn't, they would know Garrett was of no interest to him, which is why Sean sweeps past, "Here, I'll show you where to put that."
"Strong," Todd comments out loud, seeing a dude, several inches shorter than him, grab the board out of his hands.
Holding the board under one arm, Sean holds the door, "This way."
Probably Garrett was just as attuned to Sean's little speech, about tracking sandy feet into the gym and a drippy surfboard.
"You workout," Todd says it, more like telling, than asking.
"I do it when everyone is on lunch. Gives me free reign of the gym," Sean says. Eyeing Todd up already, summing up the physique, "But I probably don't have to tell you that?"
"I did for the last two semesters, but slacked off," Todd doesn't venture off on his problems with depression and anxiety.
Garrett suddenly felt like a third person, negatively.
"You didn't quit just because of the summer?"
Garrett thought, `Good Sean doesn't speak Japanese.' Or maybe Garrett was hoping it was the only language Sean knew!
"So, the boards go in here."
"But it's my board," Todd says.
Now, Sean didn't know much about surfboards, until he came to Warrior One. Smart, he did the research, especially after hearing Jesse and Jared talking up figures, how much it would cost the facility to start up and the breakdown, the small fortune spent on surfboards. Regardless, knowledge meant an easier ticket to picking up surfboys, "A McTavish?"
Before they reached the surfboard shack, Todd was already digging Sean, but his knowledge, "Wow! You know your boards!"
"A little," Sean says, "I also know how to read," he points to the logo on the board.
`Ho-hum', Garrett forces back a fake yawn. His main goal was to drive Todd out of his bad funk, being the one responsible for doing so, with hopes of retribution. Sean seemingly doing the trick, he says, "Sorry, but I forgot I have a client to meet with. Maybe you and Sean can grab some lunch?"
Before Todd could say, Sean barks, "You paying for it, Garrett?"
Sucking it up, Garrett thought Sean a little too brazen sometimes, but he liked the fact he had spunk. Digging into his wallet, "Here's a company credit card. Don't max it out in one day!"
Taking it, Sean holds it like a gold bar, "You're trusting me with this?"
"Why not?"
"What happens if I do max it out?" Sean still stares at it.
Hand on the doorknob, ready to take his leave, Garrett says, "Ask Jared that question when you see him next!" Winking, he pulls the door closed behind him.
"Wow!" Sean says, still gloating over the Visa card, "I've never had a credit card before." Then again, he stare back at the door Garrett went through, seeing his name embossed on the Visa. Like, Garrett was doing him a favor, when the card was destined for his wallet anyway!
Not meant to brag, Todd says, "I have two. One my dad says to use for tuition and other college stuff and the other for personal stuff."
"Like, what's the difference?"
Surveying the rest of the boards in the room, 2 left, Todd knows they don't compare to his, "Like books or meals, that's college stuff. If I buy some clothes, board, go to the movies or lunch for me and my buddy, that's the extras."
Having a lot of moxie, Sean says, "Great. You can buy lunch for us, so I don't max out my card?"
Staring at a board, Todd was ready to laugh his ass off, but kept mum on the humor, "I can do that." If he didn't feel right with Sean, he would have told him off, but Todd was kind of liking the freshness of the light camaraderie.
"So," Sean opens the door, "have you ever eaten lunch at Korbeau's?"
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Jared's `appointment' had been with his own brother.
Unknowingly, Jay was gunning for him. Not which he was too annoyed, that Jared did not tell him Dirk quit, but that he had not pulled all the stops out, to hire a new trainer for `his own flesh and blood'!
"I know what you're going to say, I know what you're going to say," Jared says, pleading with Jay to remain calm.
"Oh really? And how come you didn't mention any of this, at breakfast this morning?" Jay wanted answers, real quick!
Sharing a trainer with Drake Hadley wasn't too bad. Frankly, Jay had never seen a guy take off one pair of legs and change into `blades', a type of legging Jay equated to chopping down brush in a field.
At first, he pay more attention to Dack Harmon. Originally Dack was on the slate to teach surfing, but Jesse, reviewing his cheat sheet, found Dack to be more of a value, using his degree in therapy. When told, Dack was bent out of shape over it, but got over it when he found out who Drake's boyfriend turned out to be. Drew, the bf, asked Dack to keep it under wraps for now, that they had slept together!
Regardless, Jay was having a tissy-fit, lying there on the mat, Jared towering over him. Stooping to Jay's level, he says softly, "You don't `like' Dack?"
"What is it with you? Everything has to be about sex?"
Failing miserably, Jared knowing it, "Okay, I'll get you a trainer, but you'll have to give me time."
"Sure," Jay was compliant, "just have him here tomorrow morning."
Morning into afternoon, everywhere Jared went he questioned people he knew, if they even knew someone who knew first aid, or yoga or whatever. He asked Eric if he had a buddy, but to no avail.
Sitting at the outdoor cafe next to Montero's, Jared peruses the avenue of strollers, groups of workers on lunch, vacationing families, hot guys... sees Thor, attached to the hand of a familiar face, whistles!
"Shit, Jared, don't do that to me. Thor almost pulled my arm out of the socket?!" Joseph nudges the side of his face up against his affected shoulder.
Petting Thor, scratching him behind the ears, Jared says, "I didn't think Montero's was your cup of tea, Joseph?"
"It ain't, but live models in the window are right up my alley!"
It made Jared look around when Joseph did that in public, grabbed his own crotch and each time he scolded, "Jock itch, Joseph?"
Joseph would always come back with, "Didn't have a clean pair to put on today!"
"Wait here with `your dog'!"
`No problem,' thought Joseph, helping himself to Jared's Pita sandwich and glass of wine. "Here, boy," Joseph pulls a pickle out and hand-feeds it to Thor. "Yummy, huh?" Joseph grins, thinking he's pulled the wool over Thor's eyes, handing him a pickle and not one of the chicken bits.
Looking up, at Jared, gazing endlessly in the window, Joseph hears, "Ack-k-k-ck!"
Thor had barfed on his boot!
"What did you do to him?" Jared is right there at the table.
"Nothing," Joseph lies, fessing up, "I just gave him a pickle?!"
"Oh really? Why don't you help yourself to my lunch and glass of wine, Joseph?"
"Thanks, but I've got to go," Joseph wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, washing it down with the wine! Taking the napkin he wipes his boot.
"Um, aren't you forgetting something, Joseph?"
"Oh, can you watch him for a minute. Y'see, I've got this real important party coming up and have to get something formal to wear... tell you about it later!"
Of course, Jared shakes his head, Joseph heading right in the front door of Montero's!
"Next?" Jared sees Louis heading towards him.
"Jared, just the person I want to see!"
"What's up Louis?" Jared asks, knowing, other than with the gang, there's only one reason why a man, in his bisexual state, wants to `know you.'
Sitting down, scooting his chair over next to Jared, Louis whimpers, "I'm really in a bind, Jared."
He knew what kind of bind, like there was a noose around Louis' balls and the pressure building, "Oh really? Maria out of town?"
"No," Louis answers truthfully, "but right now, I need to be with a guy."
"Why don't you just say it, Louis, you need a stiff shaft to blow?"
"Right. You're game?"
"Gee, I'd like to help you out Louis, but I'm just finishing up my lunch," courtesy of Joseph, "and then I've got a ton of work to do today."
"Do you know of any... hold on a second," Louis sees Joseph coming out of Montero's.
It was like a prelude to comedic relief, Jared watching Louis buzz off in order to meet Joseph and the dude he was with. Knowing Louis and Maria have dog-sat Thor, "Penny for your thoughts, Thor?"
Instead Thor got the last lump of chicken instead of a pickle!
Just as Jared got re-interested in a second sandwich and glass of wine, he sees Joseph coming back, "What the?"
First thought, Joseph's heading to Montero's to return something he had in his bag. But then, trailing Louis and the dude he dragged out of Montero's, whom Jared had wished he had the nerve to walk in, walk up to the window-dancer, "What's up Joseph?"
Out of breath, like he had ran the Boston Marathon, Joseph sits, grabs Jared's glass of wine, "Schley!"
"Sch-what?" Jared questions, eyes on the glass of wine being guzzled.
"Where is he?"
He had hung back with Louis, of which Jared remarks, "Louis needs to give head real bad!"
"I know. I told him. Told him he would have to suck us both off at the same time. Man, ain't Schley dreamy?"
"Dreamy, Joseph?"
Turning back to Jared, "Yeah. Why?"
"Nothing. I just didn't think `dreamy' was in your vocabulary!" Jared laughs.
"Okay, laugh if you want, but don't you want to know why I ran back 20 blocks?"
"You ran 20 blocks, Joseph and you're still standing?"
"Shut the fuck up. Do you want a new doc for Jay or not?"
"I'm listening," Jared his half-filled glass back.
As it turns out, Schley O'Connor, or rather Connors, shortening it for modeling reasons, had achieved a degree in physical therapy, but then decided on modeling, reason he was displaying his assets in Montero's window.
A tradeoff, Joseph felt it a shame, but left Schley with Jared, taking Louis over to HOODWINK'd, finding his way to the back entrance.
Things arranging themselves, Schley sits down at Jared's luncheon table.
"I wanted to get into modeling, but found out it's not that easy to market myself."
Sitting there in a speedo, Jared thought Irish beauty would be a shoo in, "Quite a marketing tool you have there."
Thinking something different than Jared meant it, Schley glances to his lap and back, "Oh," blushing, "thank you, um..."
Both realize they haven't been formally introduced, even though Joseph had done so ahead of time.
"Would you care for some lunch?"
All afternoon, after business with his brother, Jared's appointments got put on the back burner. After lunch, Jared went with Schley to collect the rest of his stuff.
Not on good terms with the Montero brothers, Jared was surprised to hear they were there in only name! Their business suddenly down, new proprietors took over, Chuk Brzezicki, whom Jared would need several introductions of the surname, glad Chuk mentioned to call him, `Chuk.' Of the other, in Jared's mind, a total mismatch, Adam Kavanagh, a total opposite, compared to Chuk's slim physique, Adam was wide around the waist. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but Jared knew that would be rude!
Strange thing, they suddenly clicked, became instant friends, Chuk mentioning the name, `Alex Nouguet', "He is coming here today?"
It was apparent, Chuk at least was very much into fashion. Adam, Jared wasn't sure, but Adam sure was a good flirt, if he could hook Chuk!
"What do you mean he's coming here today?"
Keeping his little secret, Jared just watched the two, Chuk and Schley interact. Apart, they were gorgeous. Today, Jared could feel a tingly sensation, wanting to get them both naked!
"Coffee?"
Jared didn't want to sober up, but took a cup, commenting to Adam, "I see you kept some traditions?"
Adam went on to tell him all the dirt, the Montero brothers having a fight, right in front of customers, over some kid who stole something, Edilson wanting him arrested, Jorge thinking the kid too cute to be prosecuted over a leather belt.
He could've been sympathetic, but having shopped here before, he knew how unprofessional and downright mean, at least Edilson, could be, "Doesn't phase me, that they've moved on. I hope you and your partner have better luck!"
"Thanks," Adam replies.
Well, at least Jared had settled one dispute in his mind, for certain, a gay couple!
Just then, Jared's cell rings, "Excuse me."
It was Jay. He was at home, by the boring pool and wondered if Jared had gotten him a trainer yet?
Explaining he did and was looking at him right now, being fitted with more then the clothes he wore to work this morning... turns from the call, "Excuse me, Schley?"
Jared could tell, Adam didn't like the way Chuk was helping Schley with the contoured fit, "Yes?"
"How would you like to go for a swim this afternoon?"
All was settled, Jared and Schley leaving the store, Schley with a bunch of bags, merchandise put on an account in Chuk's head.
On their way out, Jared and Schley hear some harsh words between Chuk and Adam, Jared saying, "Get ready for another fire sale!"
Schley had already set Jared straight on one thing, if by chance his modeling career took off, he would be allowed to leave the offered, personal training job.
"Of course," Jared says. Going on looks alone, having seen the blond in only a speedo, beyond the packed front pocket, he was a raving beauty. "Uh, you didn't get any offers yet, did you?"
Reading Jared's mind, Schley says, "Don't worry. Even if I do get called, I'll give you the summer."
Leaving Montero's, Schley had slipped on a short sleeved hoodie. Topside he was a find, but when the restaurant greeter looked down Schley's beautiful white legs, "Me, I would have no problem with the way you're dressed, but I value my job!"
"Not a problem."
Jared made like he didn't know Schley, watching him reach into a Montero bag, take out a pair of jeans and jump into them.
"Turn around," Jared tells him, ripping off tags, "you look like a walking billboard!"
"Thanks," Schley smiled.
Oh how Jared had the dickens of a time keeping feelings under control!
Setting foot in the dining room, Jared wondered, "Where'd everyone go?"
Meaning the waitering staff, he was told, in a business like this, guys could always move up to something better.
Speaking of the luxury resort Michael ran, "There's something better than this?"
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Returning home, Jay sat by the pool. Changing his mind, he wanted to go inside. Calling Eric, he came out, threw Jay on his back and took him inside.
"Would you mind showering?" Jay asks, which was not only for his benefit, knowing the person who showered him, would need to get wet too.
"Are you kidding?" Eric replies, "I've been wanting an excuse to get in the shower!"
With Jay still clinging to him, they hear the phone beep-and-blip.
"I'll get it," Jay jokes.
However, when they did, it was for Jay anyway, Jared checking in on him, talking up his new trainer and he were having lunch at Korbeau's and would be around later.
Well-- it was not only the trainer, but Jared's heightened tone, meant to suggest, in a way you tell someone something, with the person right there in their presence, how adorable the person is, Jay responding to the inflection tones of his brother's voice, "Oh really?"
Hanging up, Eric had gotten the impression, "So, who's the next hottie Jare has lined up for you?"
"Hottie?" Jay asks, having settled down once more, "Like how would that go?"
As comes experience, with buddies hearing about a hot, gourmet dish on the MENu, Eric says, "Like, you were ready to pop a boner?"
From showering, propping Jay up under the pits, because as a triathlete, in top physical shape, he could muscle-up that position with a dude, Eric was able to help Jay bend, collect his phone from sitting on top of the toilet seat.
Upright, Jay responds, not with anger, because it depended on who' the person is, that said what', and liking that he could feel Eric on his back, comes back with, "Boner? Like who do you mean has the boner?"
It's then Eric discovers, not which he didn't sense the tip of his cock against a place where Jay could not feel, deep recess, coupled with Jay slipping from the grip of soaking, hairy pits, getting firmed-up, "To be honest," knowing Jay could just imagine how things could get, "you're right, but it's not like I'm doing anything about it."
"About what, Eric?" Jay teases with entertaining thought.
Wanting to be a fly on the wall, all Jay could do is look down at water swirling down the drain. He bit his lip, wanting to know what was going on behind his back, but erotic conversation would have to do!
"Well," Eric says, feeling out Jay's thoughts, like he didn't want to end this shower with a cliffhanger, "if you were some other dude, I..."
"Who?"
"No one in particular. Just any guy," Eric replies.
"Well, who was the last one you were with?" Jay provokes, food for thought, hoping it might draw more of a picture in Eric's mind!
"You don't really want to know," Eric tells him, afraid to offend, knowing Jay could not turn the faucet on.
"Sure I do. Just think, Eric, you might say stuff and the vein from my brain might get connected with the rest of the junk!"
It was a wild idea, but in short thought, Eric figures, even though Jay couldn't feel `it', talked-about porn, it might just stimulate Jay in a way he couldn't understand, like that 6th sense stuff, "Okay, then..."
***mistake ------ they were already at W.O.
After a minute of thinking, on Eric's part, Jay says, "Like, any day, Eric, like we gotta be at Warrior One?"
"Be at the gym?" Eric questions.
"Oh my god, like I have 2 morons around here, like, did you forget about parents night?"
Eric didn't forget about the teens and kids, letters sent home, inviting their guardians to the facility for open house, "Of course not. Just slipped my mind, is all!"
As a result of years back, Jay and Jake best friends, they were in cahoots, "Except probably only the letters will make it home to the kids' folks."
It was a trick question, Jay finding out if they were on the same page.
Apparently not, Eric saying, "What about the others?" he meant 16 and up.
"I can see we lived different teenaged years."
"Are you going to clue me in, before the hot water cuts out?" Eric had adjusted the faucets.
"Oldest trick in the books, most teenagers showing up just to hang out, while the nerdy peops show up with their parents?" Jay bases his assumptions on past motives.
"I take it you weren't a nerd?"
"Nope. Jake neither. Besides, for most of my teenage years it was just me and Jare. He had enough on his plate as it is."
Not that he wasn't interested, but felt an impending problem, "I'd like to hear about it, but my right arm is about to go numb?"
Starved for sexual attention so to speak, Jay translates it into words, "Are you sure thats the only think not going blank?"
"Now I know where Jare thinks you're such a wiseass!"
Knocking his head against Eric's face, Jay teases, "Sometimes I don't really mind being a wiseass."
"Moron!"
Instead of both standing there in the shower, he opened the stall door. Moving the cell from the toilet seat, he placed a towel, all of this with holding Jay up in one arm.
Tickles pink, Jay says, "Feels awesome!"
It made Eric's heart leap, "You can?!"
"Not your cock, moron, your fingers!"
"Oh," Eric realizes, holding Jay, the left bend of his elbow matched up with Jay's left pit, caressing pecs, and where he grabbed the other side of Jay's chest, grabbed up the right side, nearly pinching Jay's right nip, "I didn't mean..."
"I know," Jay responds jovially, "but no sweat!"
Like, cut off from the navel, down, there wasn't any feeling, but Jay could still feel the pleasure of any hands-on activity.
"Good," Eric was getting hornier by the minute, ready to make his sexy plan to come to fruition.
Jay went with the flow, for whatever he was about to get out of this. It was like sex, sometimes a guy wanting all achieve all the euphoria for himself, or as with some guys, getting high on how the other dude in the relationship reached climax. Especially, in his predicament, it wasn't just about himself.
"You okay there?" placing Jay on the seat, Eric leaves him, bringing hands away, as if he placed a valuable piece of Chinese pottery, set free from hands-grasped.
Fortunately for Jay, things played out perfectly, wet skin adhering to the porcelain surface, "Ready and waiting!" he giggled.
"Maybe this is not a good idea," Eric suddenly thinks, this great idea going wrong, sinking Jay further into a depressive state, even though he seemed perfectly alert and happy right this minute.
"Oh man," Jay complains in a lamenting tone, "I can't believe you built me up, only to let me down, Eric!"
It was true, Eric thought, all his fault and right now, whichever way this went, it could put Jay into a down-spin. Recovering, brought on by Eric himself, his hand all this time, doing what men do by natural instinct, once a hand is bent on stroking cock, feeling up balls, back to stroking, "Okay, calm down," he comforts, working himself up more.
After depositing Jay in a sitting position, Eric steps back into the shower. Even though they started with the water on, Eric felt it poor lubrication, turning it off.
Returning to his cheerful status, Jay says, "Ooh-yeah, that's more like it. Now I can see what's going on!"
He thought he saw Jay's bod shift, causing Eric to rigidly pause.
"What's up with that?" Jay questions. "Why'd you stop?"
Stepping out, Eric muses, "There's some things more important than beating off!"
"Fuck that shit!" Jay says, half-humoring them both.
Though, he watches Eric's next move, stepping out of the shower, which is less of a height than a normal tub.
"Like I say, there's more important stuff?" he places a hand to Jay's left, upper shoulder, bracing his bod against the back of the toilet.
"Cool, Eric! You're going to jerk on me?"
More than that, Eric was thinking, mind reverting back to college daze, the good old ones, where several guys in a room would hold each others' stiff wood, with the bet he could get the dude next to him, off first, "If you want it," inching Jay on, "but you have to help!"
Letting go of his shaft, Eric asks, "Are you left handed or right?"
Originally, when Eric stepped out of the shower, he let go of himself. Jay's eyes were more set on the bobbing action of Eric's 7c. With wondering what this was all about, he looked to Eric's face for answers. Though, Jay couldn't keep eyes from wandering.
A man could tell this, except if a dude were being sneaky, hiding visual intentions behind a pair of shades, Eric playing it for what it's worth, "I saw you wanted me!"
`Wanted', in Jay's book, meant getting fuckt, "In what way?" he was honestly startled.
Looking to Eric for answers, he didn't respond in words, but reached down, not for cock, but Jay's hand, "I'd love it if you would help get me off?"
He felt his hand on Eric's cock, but that wasn't the major surprise, Eric bending over, sealing off the view between, placing lips on his, which led Jay to believe, "Wow!" Then, just like a man, "Let's get it on!"
If Eric wasn't already hard as a telephone pole, he could have settled in for some soft, sweet, romantic interlude, but saw Jay's attitude as revved up as himself, "Now you're talkin'!"
It started out slow, Jay taking pleasure in stroking Eric. First, he made sure, by touching and seeing, his hand properly placed around Eric's shaft. He switched it around, then back to originally placing his hand on top of Eric's barrel.
The rhythm picked up, both getting in sync with Eric's slightly bucking hips.
All throughout, even though Eric had submitted to delirium, he was conscious of Jay's tilt on the toilet, "You okay?"
Bright grin to Jay's lips, it couldn't be hidden, his feelings, "Oh, much more!"
He didn't care, as Eric got into it, bucking hips more and more, working Jay's hand like a hot ass, his hands up on the toilet made the lid move, "Oh shit!" he stopped dead.
"Don't stop?!" was Jay's reaction.
Such was the pairing up, like a `match made in heaven', but unknown to Eric, Jay had switched hands periodically, thinking the right hand could do the fucking action better than the left. However, stopping, he realizes, seemingly out of nowhere, there's lube on his hand!
"I haven't come yet?" Eric sees Jay feeling the stickiness between fingers.
"Hey, I got an idea!"
Jay's idea was, something he wrestled for, for a long time, if he couldn't fuck, he would have to compensate the dude he was with, with fucking him!
"Hurry, before I lose it!"
Said in a demanding tone, it wasn't Eric's soft, kind tone speaking, but one which come with being impatient with the sexual buildup!
"Do you want to fuck me?" Jay bit a lip with a last minute ditch effort.
"Of course, but I'm not," Eric grew impatient, taking Jay's hand and placing back on his cock. "Now, finish me?"
A wild scheme hatched out of Jay's brain, "I never got this checked out, but maybe if my prostate gets stimulated, it'll make my cock work again? Well, the sexy part, since I can still pee with no trouble?"
To Jay, this was a valid medical reasoning. Eric, he wasn't sure, but sure of one thing, if they didn't get back into it, in the next few seconds, he would be reduced to dribble, "What did you have in mind?"
From the toilet, to the bedroom, to Jay's bed, Eric kept uttering, "I don't know about this."
Part of his soft complaint, not which he's never experienced it, Eric wasn't used to taking up the position in the rear. Now which he hasn't primed a well, more used to it, Eric liked the flavor of cum.
"I'm not so sure of this myself, Eric, but in my position, I can't always call the shots."
Differ of opinion, or rather having Jay make up his mind for him, Eric, settling Jay into the bed, "That's not true. You're like any other gay man. You have feelings and you do have the right to make up your mind, as with any other man," Eric did a cock-check, feeling himself getting a little limp.
"Okay," Jay takes the biggest challenge of his life, maybe not as big as the big wave off the Oregon coast, "let's do it."
In order for both to get the biggest bang out of this, Eric lay Jay out on the bed, on his back. Momentum building, Eric keeping himself hard, with view of Jay's balls, what lay underneath, picking up legs and placing them on his shoulder, "Are you sure about this?"
"Are you?"
"Of course!"
Eric doesn't think he was anymore nervous than Jay. He hadn't fuckt many guys, let a lone a handicapped dude.
"If you don't want to do it, Eric?" Jay put it in his mind.
"I think it's a little too late, but I can pull out?"
"Oh-shit, you're in?!" Jay couldn't feel the difference.
Eric didn't have to look, feeling the bulb go in, smiling, "Sorry you can't feel it. I mean, I can and it feels pretty cool!"
That was it... Jay had some sort of thrill over having sex again. Even though he could not feel it...
Stopping dead in smoothly sailing in and out Jay's canal, he stops. So many times, Eric thought he would give up, either Jay's left or right leg falling off his shoulder. Only one thing was making him triumph over the distraction, his massaged barrel.
"What?" Jay's happy disposition takes on a downer.
From the subtle shape of Eric's lips, to a small smile, he says, "I know you can't feel, but can you feel your hand?"
"No," Jay said quietly.
Looking down his chest, eyes peering over his pecs, Jay tried to see, "What am I supposed to be looking at?"
Suddenly, Jay was looking at Eric's lightly-haired pecs, his nose almost nestled in the thicker place between his pecs, Eric firming up a pillow behind Jay's head, "Can you see now?"
"What is it I'm supposed to be looking at?"
Even though Eric was still in the parking garage, feeling the manmade lube within, warm, cuddling his cock, "Your pubes?"
Almost afraid to look, Jay says, "Want to give me a clue here?" If his head were on the pillow, not laid out on the mattress, possibly he could observe.
Not immune to how a handicapped person can think, Eric picks up Jay's hand, by the wrist, stretches the arm out, plops it right down on top of the pubes, "This enough of a hint?"
Eyes wide as saucers, mouth gaping wide open, other than the possibility that he could keep himself upright at times, which Jay hadn't yet realized, that his sexual organ was responding, like Eric's inserted shaft were musical notes on a page, "You did it!"
Jake and he had measured one time, high school guy-stuff, getting each other hard. Winning out at 8.5c, Jay gave his bud consolation, Jake having bigger balls. Jake had lectured on the advantages of being uncut, but unfortunately for Jake, stretching the foreskin didn't count!
Right now, Jay wasn't thinking of anything but just happy his hand was feeling up a `stump', "Oh cool! I'm like getting it on?!"
"You sure are... um, you don't mind if we finish up here?"
Jay, he did the best he could, at least keeping an inch of himself hard, until Eric pulled out and shot quite a load of white goo onto his chest, "I felt that!" Jay muses, his fingers feeling up the white pasty stuff, looking at it like it was a high school science experiment.
Eric, he didn't hear a thing, only concentrating on his hand make it come out of the tip and his hard, slick shaft, making all kinds of babbling sounds, happening when a dude feels the apex of gay sex.
Jay could feel his legs slide down, drop dead on the bed, but more, Eric falling like a melted glacier, sensitive to the goo spreading out on his chest as if a peanut butter an' jelly sandwich, slices of bread slapped together. He smiled, not because he didn't get off himself, but because Eric had come, come to fullness in the cycle of mansex.
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Jared and Schley, they hadn't quite made it that far.
Lunch, after business had been taken out of the way, they talked about `Schley'. Jared, if he had satisfaction in the overall impression, he furthered his quest for knowledge, from business to more personal matters. This had them skipping dessert and heading on up to Jared's room.
Schley could not deny the scenario he has placed himself in one or two times before, "Um, what is your preference?"
Jared had already found out, like interviewing a prospective employee, Schley had grown up in a community outside of Philadelphia, but was about to find out more, "You act like you've `been there, done that'?" sets about taking his shirt off.
A hint, indeed this turning into a romp in the bed, Schley does likewise, "There wasn't much action in the small town I came from. If you wanted to get it on with a guy, you had to take a bus to the big city."
"Get it on? Like, that was a regular habit for you?" Jared pries, unbuckling.
Walking fingers along a tabletop, Schley slowly unloads, "Really, it was only once for me. Fortunately, I had started out walking to the bus stop, but then a car I knew pulled up alongside me."
It started to get entertaining for Jared. His belt unbuckled, button of his pants unfastened, zipper down a little, it took little effort to sneak a hand inside the pouch.
Short laugh, Schley says, "I had a feeling about Coach Johnson..."
"You mean, he made like he was straight, but wasn't?" Jared guesses.
"Wow, you're a good judge of people, you know that, Jared?"
Being a good judge of himself, Jared says, "I know, for myself, if you don't get on with your story, I'm going to lose a perfectly good erection!"
Walking over to Jared, Schley says, "I'd sure like to help?"
It was an offer too good to be true, however, since Jared was hiring Schley, he had to use better judgement regarding warning his own people about carrying on with each other. Though, he skirted around this, being Schley was not fully hired. He still had to fill out the paperwork!
"Then why don't you get over here, instead of playing Brian Boitano on the desktop?"
"Oh!" Schley is startled, not by words, but thought. He had hoped Jared wanted it as bad as him, flinging his shirt off so fast, pants, no buckle to undo, zipped quick and by the time he was in front of Jared, "All the way?"
"Not unless you know of a way my hard shaft can pierce those briefs... um, they like, don't have a zipper in the rear, do they?"
"Zipper in the rear? You're kidding?" Schley never heard of it.
Jared had. Has been witness to seeing it happen, a guy at The Spin Club, bend over, Joseph coming up from behind, hand on his massive tool, Jared a witness to the willing victim's ass `unzipped'... he had to ask Joseph later, how he fucked the dude so hard, without getting his cock chaffed on the... "Yep, it's a real zipper, sewn into the leather." Off topic, "Joseph says he has a special sewing machine..."
Uncaring of how it's manufactured, Schley describes, "Leather briefs, with a zipper in the back, eh? I suppose it would be more convenient!"
Again, Jared had to be reminded of Schley's packed `ball-sack', a hand fondling his own goods.
"Or maybe prefer the zipper in the front?"
Being casual about it, Jared didn't wait for an answer, bending slightly to assist.
"Sorry," Schley says, cinching his hand around Jared's wrist, as if a police handcuff.
Sensing he's gone too far, too quick, Jared withdraws to his own territory, clutching both sides of the `v' opening of his crotch. Repairing what's been dismantled, he closes the crotch opening, "I'm sorry. I guess I was reading into something which just wasn't there."
Biting a lip, a sensory perception to watching opportunity fade away, Schley says, "Don't go blaming yourself!"
Halfway up with the zipper, Jared says, "For what?"
Entering the room, perhaps they were on the same plane of thought, so Schley thought, but now facing someone more than the means of gaining bus fare, a real opportunity in his lifetime, the blonde beauty says, "It's all my fault. I just thought..." he drops out, chin dropping down.
"If you've got something to say, say it," Jared hated Tom and Jerry games!
It turned into a chain of events, Schley leaving out the gritty details, ones which would turn his explanation of his journey from Pa. to Fire Island, what he had to do to survive, using his beautiful bod, charm, wit, and other assets, into a play by play porn novel or movie, which would have a dude with hand in his briefs or elastic parked below the balls. Instead, he made it quick, to the point, leaving out the juicy parts, "And it became habit, one after the other. Geesh, you wouldn't believe how much guys would pay to get fuckt!"
Listening intently, Jared slips into a whimsical side to side head flutter, "Now why don't I find that hard to believe?" he sashays across the floor, intently swaying his hips.
"Which part?" Schley wondered if it were about the money-for-sex or...
Jared smiles, "How many guys are willing to part with the contents of their piggy bank, just for a few minutes of hot sex?"
Shrugging one shoulder, Schley says, "I suppose that's what I think I meant?" Delayed reaction, "Piggy bank?"
Turning around, walking away, grabbing his shirt from the bed, unknotting it, from not removing it so conventionally, Jared feeds a hand in the sleeve. Looking at the face of his watch, fitting it around his wrist, reports, "Oh my god, where did the afternoon go?"
"I know. Mind if I take a raincheck on that pool party?"
Phone jingling, it's quickly taken in hand, answered real fast, Jared mouthing, `Jay'.
On the other end of the cell-waves, Jay is reminding Jared, "Hey bro, I hope you didn't forget about parent's night?"
Schley listens in as he dresses.
"Me? No, I didn't forget," Jared convinces Jay, even though the whole day has slipped through his fingers. Of course, parental instincts kicking, "How are you going to get there?"
Next thing, Jared's holding his cell away from his ear, "He hung up on me!"
Henpecking, Schley says, "Didn't you say Eric is with him?"
"Oh yeah. I forgot!"
Sly, slick attitude, Schley asks, "I hope you didn't forget about me?"
There it was again, that Tom and Jerry' roleplay. Clothes on-clothes off, on again, Jared was about condemn Schley for his fickle attitude. Remembering a place in time, which put Jay at about 16-years old, both exchanging ideas about who the fucker' and `fuckt' were going to be, with their ongoing, clandestine bromance, Jared wasn't about to throw accusations. Instead, he came up with a solution, "How would you like to be my brother's personal trainer?"
A slap in the face, maybe Jared needed it, Schley hitting him with, "You're being crazy, now."
True, Jared knew it, caught up in the gaze, a person looking upon pure beauty, would promise anything, quickly changing his vision to keeping Schley around, in the vicinity of life as he knew it, "How about assistant manager of The Nook?"
Reflecting on how having no experience, to getting by on his own judgements, Schley was more at ease, thinking, how could his lack of experience damage anyone, "I think I'd feel less intimidated by croissants and coffee?"
`Sweet', Jared just smiled, with Schley standing within his breathing space, fixing the collar of his shirt, "Much as I'm going to miss it, I think you would be quite a distraction without a shirt?"
Coy-boy, Schley replies, "For you or the other people at the gathering tonight?"
Not singling anyone out, Jared replies, "For the good of all!"
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Earlier today...
"Feel all snuggly, boy?" Joseph laughs.
Of course, how could Louis talk, with a leather mask over the head, the only piece of `clothing' he was wearing.
Walking back to HOODWINK'd, Joseph led Louis down the alleyway between buildings. Purposefully, the club had been built without shops on either side, the emptiness, a sound barrier for trickled-out remnants of guys having fun.
Nothing life-threatening or modifications took place, only safe activity. Though, there were some professionals, like Joseph, whom could draw the line, equating `screams', a connection of bod to mind, soul and cumshots.
When Joseph had had Louis strip down and as he was wiring up Louis balls, tying leather laces around each, as if it would put a kink in the plumbing, there he was, rubbing between thumb and finger, "Oh how I'm going to make you enjoy this!"
Yeah right, only Louis was going to like it!
It wasn't the first time the two play', like many, Louis knowing Joseph could read a guy, take him to the edge. Right now, Louis couldn't lodge any complaints if he wanted to, yet in his mind, he always fell back on their friendship, trust. If something hurt a little more than usual, he would get the same speech afterwards, Joseph telling him you don't grow, if you never know', which meant going beyond a little more each time.
Louis knew what it was like to take a dildo or buttplug up the ass, but what kept him on edge, was feeling Joseph at ramming speed. It was like, `Ok, you do what you want Joseph, but don't forget to give me what I want!'
Joseph smiled, each time he filled a hood with Louis' head, spoken in the same, sassy way, identical wording, "Oh, what I'm going to do to you!" The response came differently from Joseph, depending on what kind of mood he was in. One thing they agreed upon, by the end of their meet up, both will have shot their big loads.
All along, Joseph would be finger-feeding Louis through the small slit in the mask. Not big enough to fit words, Joseph could tell the mind of his willing victim, articulation of sounds, reporting back awsome', okay', `feels-so-so-good', or expressions from pulling on the ball-strung laces, a swift flogger over the ass mounds, or reaching underneath and clasping up nips with clamps.
99% of the time, Joseph got rave reviews of his fine handiwork. That 1%, it had been the college dude's first time, complained it hurt a little too much, not the weaponry Joseph used, but the stretch occurring by getting fuckt and not used to it!
Having been under the spell of Joseph a dozen or so times, Louis lay there on the wooden beam. Learning through experience, he remembers the first time Joseph play with his balls, coaxing him on, taking the fear out of the outlandish experience.
Now, at this moment, arms stretched out in front of him, Joseph had fastened him differently. Over the rear edge of the beam hung his cock and balls.
When Louis arrived, stripped, had Joseph outfit him with the leather mask, he didn't say anything, having it mentioned toying with his balls. He had all of two minutes to say so, before Joseph snapped on the part which made sounds unintelligible.
Snap on-snap off, Joseph liked the feature, mainly to ask his bottom questions', ones which would tell him, the guy under him, was doing all right. A random few made it plain they didn't need to be asked, some adding some authenticity to the roleplay, telling Joseph to fuck off!' Such was the stuff of roleplaying!
Standing at the rear, Joseph rubs hands together. Midday fun, it wasn't as intense as night time. Firming himself up, Joseph walks around his trussed up pig', to the front of the beam. Throwing a leg over, Joseph pulls up on the top of the mask, which covers Louis whole head, "First, a little lube?!"
Louis could have said something, when Joseph rips open the mouth gag, but Joseph didn't give him time, stuffing his cock in to the hilt.
For first timers, Joseph needed to pry the door open a little, knocking with the tip of his shaft to gain entry.
With others, like Louis, the sound of a snap was like a wakeup call, responding with his jaw flapping open.
Even though Louis knows how it goes, Joseph barks out, "If I feel teeth and you're walking outta here with sore balls, got it?"
He was tickled to feel the response from Louis, `uh-huh'!
Joseph had meant to complain, the last time, about his ass on the beam. Covered with leather, his balls got a little scratchy, with the in and out motion, reason to tell the management it needed another coat of shellac!
"Yeah... yeah," Joseph slowly slid his cock in and out. Whether it spoiled the moment or not, the alarm on his cell phone sputtered out little vibrations. At first he thought it was Louis, murmuring tones from his throat, but then it struck Joseph, he had another appointment, "Oh shit!"
It would not have been a problem, other than his 2 o'clock was meeting him in the dungeon!
Hearing voices and steps on the stairway, Joseph was in a predicament, all primed and ready to...
"Hi. I'm here."
Accompanying the dude, was Scott Tavener, 30-years old, whom had stopped in early to restock the bar, "Me too!"
With the ability to juggle his thoughts, when juggling became necessary, Joseph pulls out, leaving his thick, silky 9.5c dangling. It looked glossy against the leather chaps, "Where's your manners?"
Scott knew how it all went, having tended bar at HOODWIN'd before it changed management, "It's not like I didn't warn him," Scott's in the process of removing his tank top, rolls it up, "oh by the way, you got someone who can clean my pits?"
Joseph loved it, his plain-face turning into a big devilish smile, "Of course."
Scott turned to the dude who walked in with him.
"No, no, not him," Joseph throws a thumb over his shoulder, "`it'!"
Having a smile, Scott lost it. Joseph sneaking in the back entrance, identity of the dude strapped down to the beam of wood, Scott takes to examining. Giving the tiny weights attached to the nooses around Louis` balls, he says, "That all you can take?" he gives them a little swing.
It had been a little scheme of things in the making, Scott with an interviewee. Around 1pm, Joseph had gotten the call, a hot man, looking for a job in the dungeon. Then it became transparent, when Scott wondered where the applicant had gotten his information, "So, you mentioned to Scott `I' gave you a reference?"
Wondering why Scott walked away from the interview for a few minutes, saying he had to check up on something, "Scott said he had to check up on something. That something was me, I presume?"
Standing there, in his interview clothing, black slacks, black jacket encasing the white shirt, black shoestring necktie, first button unfastened, it amused Joseph, the finishing touch, gray and green Nike's, "No problem with that," and knowing the applicant had applied for a position of `hanging around in the dungeon', nights, for special affect, "except, since I did you a favor, it would be only fair to return it?"
Like, Joseph wasn't immune to the `dark' dressings, coupled with black hair, black goatee, it was a real turn on. However, it wasn't only the picture-perfect man turning him on, but the growing bulge, which made it seem like an invitation.
Standing right in front of Joseph, the applicant finally breaks silence, about a certain subject, "I'm Aris, if you don't remember," said like `Bond', "Aris Flock?"
He held out his hand to greet Joseph, but Joseph went much further, hand to Aris' balls, lips to lips!
Breaking off kissing the hairy lips, Joseph still toyed with rolling Aris' balls around, "Did you get the job?"
"Sure," Aris replies, "that's why I'm here."
Joseph had a feeling there was more, "And?"
Not the only one working fast, Scott stands behind Louis, extracting his cock from his open zipper, "You don't mind if I relieve myself, Joseph?"
No stranger to The Spin Club, Joseph knew Scott was playing a game, his game, moving in on his territory, not which he minded, since Scott had brought him a new playmate, "He's all yours, Scott!"
Perhaps Scott was tied up all night, tending bar, but Joseph had often wanted to cultivate Scott's hidden talents. Even though his attention was wrapped up in the unwrapping, Aris peeling off his outer layers, Joseph would keep an eye on the man who could rival what he had in his hands right now, thinking, `Woo-hoo, is Louis in for it!'
Since Joseph had torn off his hood, Louis could hear clearer and had the ability to speak. Permission as well, Scott telling him he wasn't so much into the roleplay aspect, as the here and now.
While Scott primed Louis' ass, inserting lubes fingers, something Scott liked to do, before achieving ramming speed, they had some nice, casual chat.
As things turn out, Louis and Maria were splitting, amicably and right now he didn't have a roof over his head.
Scott, when he finds out how tight Louis is, talks up his kingsized bed, with only a king to fill it! Being a bartender, at a gay establishment, there were flocks of guys Scott could have taken home, but it didn't fit his interest. Louis had fit him perfectly, not to mention tightness!
Joseph, he was all ready to have Aris get out of his clothes, when he got a call. Looking at his cell, there would be only two people who got clearance over everyone else, only a select few measured in the palm of his hand, whom could suppress the holdup of the flow.
Gruffly, in his dominating-masterly vocal attributes, Joseph answers, "Yeah, what is it?"
He had recognized the name, Jared Evans, but forgot about switching off his harsh attitude, until hearing the hello, followed by, "You're not busy, are you?" Jared had a strong feeling Joseph `was!'
"Me? No," he looks at Aris, total blackened chest in the middle of the V of his shirt, which makes Joseph quick to wet his lips!
Long story, made short, Jared instantly thought about crowd control, needing Joseph to lend a hand.
Once in a while, Joseph would show his true colors, friend or not, "Right now? This minute, Jared? You can't be serious!"
Not a cruel bone in his bod, sometimes Jared loved to pull Joseph's chain and instead of allowing him to debark from important business, "Okay, but make it quick!"
After disconnecting, to `make it quick', Joseph looks upon Aris, stripped from the waist up, belt unbuckled, pants slightly open...
Happened to a lot of men, in the throes of foreplay, forgetting the pants have to come off over the feet, good enough reason not to get snagged on the shoes. In Aris' case, he's teetering on one foot, "Mind getting over here and giving me a shoulder to lean on?"
Torn between his best bud's message and visions of getting business with Aris out of the way, then the two on the sidelines, Scott planted in Louis' ass, the noise', he's a little out of sorts on the slaveboy etiquette, why not?'
Standing there like a statue, Joseph is not immune to the hotness, Aris all furry, from the beard to brief-line, but disappointed when it's reduced to hairy armpit.
Joseph hasn't found out yet, how cagy Aris can be, nor how he can play one side of the fence, yet how his churning balls can throw things over the other side. Like, when Scott escorted him into the dungeon atmosphere, he was ready to surrender himself. Yet, there was this little tiny bird in Aris' head, which sometimes would whistle a different tune, like right now, the way he was taking advantage of Joseph.
"Any day now?" Joseph glances at the timepiece, embedded in the silver medallion, affixed to a chain, nestled in the bed of chest hair.
"Hold your horses. I'm like, doing the best I can?"
He wasn't doing the best he could, Aris fending off time, pretending his sneaker laces ran into a snag.
The firm grip on his left shoulder, Joseph took the stall as wanting to get into the scene, coupled with, as in the past, a `boy', needs prompted by actions, unloosens the flogger attached to his right hip. Bringing it up with right hand, his aim is Aris' pure white shoulder blades...
"Ak-k-k-k-k-k, oh shit, Joseph!"
When he instantly stood, a reaction to the flogger's sting, Aris had been in the process of untying his sneaker, which in turn, when he jumped to attention, had pulled on the lace, making it into a knot. Rather than remedying the situation, Aris says in an infuriating tone, "Look what you did?!"
What he thought, wasn't what he thought, Joseph using the Evans' scapegoat, "Oops!" stood there, trying to hide the flogger in hand, behind the right thigh.
"If I was in the mood, fine, but I came here to exhibit myself, not..."
Right now, Scott, plugging Louis' ass, driving himself deep, withdrawing, building up the momentum and the sounds which accompany the situation, it suddenly fell on deaf ears.
Never had Joseph encountered a man who didn't fall into sync with his intentions, lending excuse, "Need help with that knot?"
It was complicated. Sometimes Aris' feel-good center made him want to be the object of a master's affectionate ways. Other times, he wanted to assume the role of `the master'.
Right now, he was feeling indifferent, there to achieve the purpose of wanting to exhibit his bod, show it off, to cinch the job offered by Scott. Yet, from his own experience, he knew how Joseph could easily mistake intentions, or maybe wanted things to seem that way, "Maybe. Stand there a minute."
Never had a meetup left Joseph so powerless, yet it kind of turned him on, watching Aris' pants unfold around his hips like foil from a champaign cork, and all that furriness, he wanted to just breathe it in.
Aris, it didn't have anything to do with bdsm, placing the bottom of his sneaker up against Joseph's leather knee, sorting out the knotted lace.
A little weird, like words of a novel taken out of context, Joseph felt compelled to touch, "Here, let me help steady you," he places both hands on Aris' shoulders.
Neither said anything, Aris working at the know, but feeling Joseph work thumbs along his hairy collarbones.
He could have very well untied the knot, which had not worked its way into a tight way. However, the feel of Joseph's massaging thumbs shot down the front of his bod. What had started out as an ordinary interview, Scott wanting to see what he looked like without shirt and pants, eagle-spreading him out, Aris wasn't immune to the fact it could lead to more. The `more' was kicking in just now, "There!"
Backing out of the hold Joseph had on him, Aris looked to Joseph's knee, meant to draw attention.
Looking down at his knee, where Aris looked, drew attention from, to, the dusty design, "Nike," is all Joseph said, glancing back at Aris' furry bod, leading up to the beard, eye contact.
"Looks like I made a mess of your chaps," Aris cracked a little smile, meant to tell Joseph he wasn't really bent out of shape.
Realistically, Joseph didn't know what to make of it all. First, he was into a little playing, leftover from Louis and... and which made up the perfect diversion, "Hey, where'd they go?"
Both, so much into their own playful business hadn't noticed, the empty beam!
Walking over to it, Aris, having slowly crawled over the fence which he often termed it himself, the dividing line between feelings of sadism and masochism, dropping over the `m' side, sees something inviting, a little pool of leftovers, "Mm-m, when I'm in the mood, I love leftovers," spoons up some goo, placing it on his tongue, licking his index finger.
In the middle of this himself, in thought, Joseph, assumes the `master' position, arms folded across the middle and boisterously dictates, "Like, what's that about?"
Slowly, Joseph, the whole persona, now coupled with the voice, has worked its magic on Aris. Yet, sex has more complicated his feelings than the actual workings that s&m has to offer, "I should take care of that sneaker stain I left on you."
Still, Joseph didn't know what to make of all this. Going with the flow of things, he allows Aris to steal the show.
Walking from the beam to where Joseph stood, Aris falls on his knees.
Joseph thinks, `Well, okay, he's going to give me a blowjob!'
But no, Aris hugs the back of his thigh and toils away with tongue, lapping up his leather encased leg!
Frankly, in all of his encounters, Joseph has never had a dude do this to him. Licking, his ball case, sure, a great way to psychologically torture a boy, anxious to feel his meaty balls and get at his tongue depressor!
"There, that about does it."
Again, pitted up against those feeling of being mystified, like Sherlock Holmes without a clue, Joseph asks, "And now?"
Standing, it was more like one to one, a regular couple, Aris saying, "I'd like to explore more with you, but you have something important to do?"
Right, Joseph had to make an appearance at Warrior One's Open House, with only fifteen minutes to spare, behaving like he was already a security person on staff, "Not like this!"
Shirting himself, buttoning up, Aris did not mind at all sharing the dungeon chamber, watching Joseph strip out of his gear, extract from his little stash, his street clothing. Watching Joseph pack the jewels into that tiny speedo-like pouch, "Nice briefs, Joseph. I like how you pack them in."
"Oh really? Well, they'd fit better if they were empty!"
It was a hint, given several minutes too late, Aris handling it, "Would have made a nice 69, ya think?"
Where this was, where it went and where it was going to go, it was still a mystery to Joseph, yet he couldn't deny he wasn't intrigued, "Maybe later, if you're still around?" Joseph pulls up his street pants."
"Don't buckle them."
"I haven't got time," Joseph figures, Aris walking over to him, ready to do something about his inflated balls.
Instead, totally faked out, Aris says, "Put your shirt on first. You do up the buckle and zipper, before the shirt is done, you'll only have to unbuckle it again?"
"I can just tuck it in."
Joseph was muscled, went to the gym occasionally, but did a fair amount of `pushups', regularly. Still, with a little gut hangover, "With a small amount of obstruction?"
"Dammit, Aris!"
Not the first time he felt humiliated, Jared doing it to him all time, this was different, Aris placing his hand on Joseph's hairy stomach and giving it the go around, finger ending with a little pitstop in the bellyhole, "What?"
Rather than anymore cute little playing around, Joseph simple states, "If I don't get to Warrior One in two minutes, I'm going to catch hell!"
Helping Joseph button up the dark security shirt, Aris says, "I'd like to see that!"
Joseph doesn't know why, feeling he should ditch Aris right now, allows him to tag along!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
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