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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS ~ `...boWL oF CheRRieS...' 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After an interval of hours passed, Jared returned to the homestead. Walking along the side of the house he was a bit disappointed, not hearing the hullabaloo of two hours prior, memories of hot flesh seeping through, between the cracks, Jay still a fragment of memory. However, he was greeted not by Jay, nor any of the furniture crew, Sean, nor Elroy, but none other than two boys running to him, "Yeah! Jared's here!"
Predicting it, with every step towards the house, the furniture crew had disappeared. Jay, he was still at poolside, parked under an umbrella table, eating a bag dinner. His focus though was on little Ethan and Philip, "Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
He had mixed reactions, hearing the oldest, Ethan say, "Jay is babysitting us!"
"Hey Jare, we got company!"
"I see. Um, like, where's Laif?" Jared looks around.
"He had some business, so left the boys with their `Uncle Jay'! Cool, huh?" Jay was all smiles, taking on such a big responsibility.
Glancing at the pool, Jared was horrified, "Yeah, cool," he answered coldly, "but what would have happened if one of the boys fell into the pool. Did you or Laif think about that?"
Bellowing out, `Here we go!' the two young ones have already picked up on Jay's lingo, "Cool!"
Voices from the back of the house brought on drinks and desserts, Peter saying, "Oh, Jared, you're back!"
Jay was convincing, telling his brother, "Yeah, the grump is back!"
Ethan and Philip learned a new word, asking, "What's a grump, Jay?"
Peter asks, "You feeling unwell, Jared?"
Sidekick to Peter, Steve had stayed around when his crew left, "Bad day at the office?"
It wasn't often Jared blushed, but being embarrassed in front of his brother, he very well knew the answer to the question of the unthinkable, youngsters left in his care with a swimming pool nearby. Playing it safe, he replies, "Too much sun. I guess I forgot the lotion this morning."
One thing which amazed Jared, was how `at home' Steve seemed to be, asking him, "When did the moving men leave?"
"Half hour ago tops," then feeling like this was a quiz game, to why he remained, Steve doesn't lie, "Jay, he asked me to stay for dinner."
Looking over towards his brother, he couldn't deny the happiness Laif's kids were bringing him, but of Steve, dressed down to... "That's fine. Where did you get the boardshorts?"
Looking down upon himself, past the thin treasure trail, Steve says, "Oh, those, well, when Peter elected me to go find some supper, I happened to pass by the surf shop. I didn't tell anyone anything, but pretended to be a shopper. So, I shopped a little!"
"About the manager job?"
"Oh," Steve composed himself for a let down, "I meant to say, if it isn't okay with you, I could..."
"No," Jared cuts him off, "it's still a go. I just wanted to make sure you were available, because the woman I spoke to with was thrilled with managing the luncheonette, or whatever it's going to be called."
It was a big sign of relief for Steve, hoping it work out that way. One thing was certain, he was tired of the grueling work of lugging furniture, especially with the hot summer sun, "Thanks very much, Jared. I feel I owe you."
Much more relaxed about Jay doing the hiring, Jared had thought about Steve all the way home, "I'm sure we can to some kind of agreement," he smiles.
It's amazing, how looking upon such a handsome specimen of a man can make one forget troubles so easily!
Having thought about it all, Steve, who could not disagree about being interested, in Jared, says, "I'm really not into fast meet-ups, more old-fashioned, a relationship minded type of guy? Besides, now that we're going to have a working arrangement..."
"Of course," it wasn't what Jared was thinking, still hung up on the working-relationship clause, slowly deteriorating with the times, "I wouldn't have it any other way!"
Along with thinking about Steve, Laif had crossed Jared's mind and wondered about the outcome of all this new stuff in his life. It had made him smile, thinking of Jay, how he often got bombarded with meeting up with Mr. Right and settling down. How convenient he wouldn't have to worry about things like changing diapers and baby bottles!
"Thanks for being understanding. Uh, I've got to get this over to Jay," Steve holds up a sixpack, bottles of Hire's root beer.
"Where did you find that? I didn't think they made it anymore?"
"I'll tell ya later," Steve smiles, winks, hiking off to where Jay was, edge of the pool.
Standing there, Jared had to analyze things. It was like, when life hits a person in the face with something new, sometimes it takes some time out to figure how the picture is about to take shape.
"Hm-m," Jared rubs his five o'clock shadow, taking the whole view into perspective.
Panning the panorama, Jared takes into account each person, starting with the most important, his own brother.
For the past few weeks it seems Jay has been more `upbeat' in both personality and thinking. Changing to folding arms across the middle, leaning on one foot, Jared delve into the facts surrounding this phenomena; Peter, training at the gym, personal factors.
Then, along comes Steve, only meeting him today and already he's melding into the scene. A hoard of laughter stymies Jared out of a deep funk, whereas the personal turned to something sexual, thinking of what lovely specimens of male', Peter and Steve, were composed. He saw right off, when Jay first met Peter, the hairy' aspect, but Steve, he was just damn gorgeous, smooth, except little hairy rings around the nips and thin treasure trail, maybe he wouldn't get so much `competition' from Jay...it made him grin, giggle a little.
"Someone ticklin' your balls, Jared?"
It startled him quite a bit, Jared jumping, "Oh god, Joseph...don't sneak up on a guy or anything?"
"Sneak up on ya? My arms were hung over your shoulders before I even said a word?" Joseph had a difference of opinion.
Truthfully, that probably was the case, only Jared had been set in deep thought, thinking how or if the picture he viewed was a once-in-a-lifetime-photo-shot, or would it be dissolved at day's end.
Turning abruptly towards his good buddy, friend, "I guess I didn't notice."
Sending a message, which seemed like Joseph bore out of habit, rubbing his junk with a single hand, says, "I don't doubt it with all this hot eyecandy hangin' around the pool!"
"Yeah," Jared had a single-word opinion, adding in his mind, `if only you had been here earlier!'
That was Joseph, a nonstop 24-hour thinking machine, mind more set on hot guys, viewed anywhere, any place his day took him. Not which Jared, nor any other gay man would sense a half-naked guy...
"I suppose your next question is about being introduced, Joseph?"
"Well," Joseph answers smartly, "I know Peter, but who's the other fine looking stud?"
Knowing which end of the stick Joseph liked, or rather where it was parked, Jared remarks, "Why? Feel like being `studded', Joseph?"
Jared laughs, Joseph replying with a cool, "Ha-a-a-ha, you were almost funny, bro!"
Though, Jared walking away, towards the enclave of brother, friends and kids, did Joseph turn and walk in the opposite direction?
"Hey guys, for those of you who don't know, this here is Joseph," Jared smiles, "the meek!"
"Meek?" Jay replies. "Really, Jare? Hey, meek-and-mild-Joey!" Jay giggles, knowing the opposite.
The kids, who were at the tail end of a story Steve was telling them, something about Spongebob, tear their attention away, Ethan asking, "Uncle Jay, can Joey be our uncle too?"
While Joseph was shaking Steve's hand, still attached, he leans over to address Jay, "Don't let that rumor get around, Jay, or else my reputation will go down the tubes."
"Who's tube?" Jay says, like a secret code has passed between the two.
The kids, they didn't catch on, but Philip does ask, "What's a toob, Uncle Jay?"
It pleases Joseph, like a prank backfiring, "Explain yourself out of that one," affectionately tagging Jay, "little bro!"
Steve had tore his digits out of Joseph's hand right after engaging Jay in conversation. Gravitating towards Jared, he asks, "By the way, I didn't catch it from Jay, nor Peter, and excuse me for asking, but are you into guys as well?"
Being cocky, Jared responds, looking down from the smooth midchest region, to the trickle of treasure trail, "I think I could get into you!"
"First question out of the way," Steve rounds out the next, "I know this is tricky, with working for you, but you got a boyfriend?" Then, on what his fear was, "If that's allowed?"
It's the first someone, other than his brother, has referred to having a partner of whatever sort. Thinking briefly on Laif, friend or more, "It's complicated."
Wrong impression, Steve asks, "Oh then, it's not okay to mix business with... you know?"
"Uh, no, I meant things are complicated with `Laif'." Thinking on the new rule canceling out the old, "I don't have a problem at all with the relationship status." Thinking of Laif, the kids, like there wasn't anything set in stone just yet, Jared says, "Why don't we talk, over a beer, and maybe we can unravel the complication?"
Smiling, Steve says, "I have to stop setting myself up for stuff like that."
"Like?" the complicated conversation began to unravel, Jared probing for details.
Steve hints of his own past problems, "High hopes, which can lead to my downfall."
From there, the conversation revolved around Steve's past, a failed relationship after years of faithfulness, Jared sharing he has never been in a permanent partnership, yet wasn't opposed to such.
After warming up to each other and 2 bottles later, Steve states, "I wasn't sure whether I should `hit on' the boss, before getting into a business relationship," his left hand moves from his own chair, to placing it on Jared's right, "but it was really tough not staring at you, when you came into view for the first time?"
A sip, a gulp, Jared clears his throat, "Uh, you were stalking me?"
"I was hoping you didn't notice?" Steve smiles.
Not which he was, but it would be tough for any gay man to not stare at a new face in the crowd, eyes dropping down the rest of the bod, "Yeah, what a shame I didn't notice sooner!"
If it was meant as a flirt, Jared not thinking of it as such, but right now he didn't care if Steve picked up on it and soared with any ideas on his own.
"So, tell me about this `complicated' relationship you have with," he nods towards Jay in the chair, "the boys' father?"
It didn't take much to explain and before long they were brought to questions regarding a multi-partnered relationship, Jared having said he was `fond' of Laif and the boys, but wasn't just yet ready to allow Steve to fade into past history.
Meanwhile, Jay was tiring of playing with kids, or rather the two tykes wearing him down. It worked the other way around, Peter having swum with the boys, the two young ones ready to crash as well, "Anyone have the time?"
Two-fold, Peter meant to pass along the message to Jared, wrapped up in his own business, Jay and the kids ready for some early evening slumber time and, for his own benefit, tracking Laif. The boys' father had said he would be back by 3pm, but Peter was sure it was past four!
Only one with a watch, Jared still in semi-business attire, pulls up the sleeve of his dress shirt, "I have a little past five, Peter." When Jared turns around to answer, he sees Jay nodding.
Getting up out of his chair, Steve's hand, which had sunk down into the crevice of Jared's legs, pulled away.
"Five? Hm-m, Laif should've been back by now for the kids."
Steve, who had developed a camaraderie with the boys, for sake of a diversion, stands and instead of asking, asserts, "Looks like the boys are ready for a nap," heads in their direction.
Both Peter and Jared were amazed, how Steve was able to take command of the situation, calling the 6 and 7-year olds to attention, stepping behind the chair and wheeling/walking the three from the pool towards the house.
Joking at first, Jared says, "Steve's proving to be quite an asset around here!"
Not kidding, Peter questions, "For you or Jay and the kids?"
"Really?" Jared had a mental picture in mind, "I figured you and Steve might have something `in common'?"
It was clear to him, days ago, Peter saying, "In case you haven't noticed, I've already found the love of my life?"
"Jay?" Jared exclaims, not really thinking it was to be, Peter, his brother's trainer and occasional caregiver.
Smiling, letting Jared down easy, Peter replies, "Marco?"
Thinking in a flash on it, Jared says, "Oh? Oh! Oh! Right!" he feels like a moron, "I think I recall seeing you two holding hands!"
Both knew the score, weren't saying, it Peter's own personal business fucking around with another guy, "Well, a little more than holding hands, Jared."
With Peter's thoughts on the whereabouts of Laif, it didn't run by Jared, Steve being `up for grabs!'
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Little had anyone known, except Laif himself, how he managed to put food into his son's stomachs or keep a roof over their head. Coming to Fire Island had been an escape for him, from life's dead end, picking up the pieces and trying to move on.
A chef, by way of briefly attending chef school', the slow deterioration of his partnership with a former lover, passing away, it took its toll on Laif, having to drop out of school. It was the second person to die on him', after being married to a woman for a few years, having moved into a relationship too soon, by mistake. Yet, he felt blessed, his boys really knowing not much different, parental guidance from two men, instead of a man and a woman.
It was during the chef school' years and trying to pull his own weight in the two-man relationship, he turned to hiring himself out'. Trying to sell cooking equipment, when a restaurant has all the stuff they need, it can run into a dead end business. Laif knew Jared was into all these business adventures, but as of yet hadn't felt comfortable on hitting him up for a job.
However, with the boys his main responsibility, the 26-year old blond knew he had to have resources coming in. It had been his main focus, with and without the boys' mother and the brief time in the double-father relationship. Still with the obligation, it's why he was meeting up with a man for the second time.
He could relate, to a business man, away from home, the married life, to a woman and have gay tendencies, able to enjoy the fringe benefits of being on the road.
Their first meeting on Fire Island, the bar at Korbeau's, Laif had it down pat, how to tell what a man `wanted', yet, the other guy too scared shit to offer his own output. Several tricks and quite a few years later, Laif knew all the lines, many a feeling a man could have, which would lead up to the two taking things up a notch or two.
When he met Jared Evans for the first time, Laif already knew the name, but didn't let on he learned it from the CEO he slept with, the one at the bar at Korbeau's, which was also the same person he was in bed with at the moment.
"Oh, by the way," Laif brings up with Dominic, "I met your client this week."
"You didn't mention anything?" Dominic lifts his head suddenly, peering at Laif, who has been winding strands of salt and pepper chest hair around a finger.
"I told you from start, I can be discrete?"
Dominic knew it, a little embarrassed he was being accusing, "Sorry."
Married, to a woman, on business, Dominic Realte was always on the lookout, for a man he could have sexual relations with, but uphold an oath of silence towards others. Profitable, in the business of selling fishing equipment wholesale, it had been his wife being the proponent in financing his business venture, years and years ago. Over those years he's been faithful to both partnerships. It's only been, since about late 40's, he's sensed his true sexuality. In a quandary many other men have experienced, his only outlet had been to cheat!
This is why Dominic has chosen, in the latter half of his life of 54 years, to travel on business, so it brings him to hot young men, like Laif.
"That's okay," Laif smiles. To gravitate away from matters and back to the sensual, "How am I doing?"
Lips drawn into a vivid smile, Dominic, who knows the drill, like a prompted line to an actor of a play, "Never fails, how you keep me hard with your mouth on my nipples!"
Keeping the left one moist, Laif replies, "I think by now I have you down to a science, Dom."
"I love it when you call me that!"
For years they had met at various places, throughout Laif's travels through life, first in Boulder, Colorado, while at cooking school.
At the beginning of a budding relationship, Laif was pressed by his partner to get a `real job', if they were to continue as a couple. With only a passion for cooking, Laif had to choose a temporary way to put money in his hands.
With a lucrative business, Dominic could `pay the price', for a man who could be discrete, yet show him a good time.
Laif, he fit the part perfectly, being in a relationship and with two kids. He had amazed himself, being able to juggle, at first a wife and two kids, then later a husband and two kids, at the same time, cooking school and meeting up with Dominic. Though, with the meet ups, it was only on occasion, when Dominic was in town or within driving distance.
Paid well for his discretion and great sex, Laif became the perfect `fix' for Dominic's sexual escapades. Too, even though he was working for a big tip, it's not which Laif was not getting something out of this.
Then, as now, there was kinky side, Laif very well knowing, "Did you happen to bring some `stuff' with you, Dom?"
"Yeah, but I've had a hectic kind of day. I'm not really feeling like tying you up. Why don't you just continue your sweet, soft ministrations?"
Both reach for a kiss, then it's business as usual!
After Laif's lips, tongue and mouth have thoroughly worked over Dominic's chest, skating down the hairy stomach, and a half hour spent firming up cock, "I think it's about time. How do you want me?" Laif asks, like he didn't know!
Changing places, Laif gets in doggie position, Dominic behind him.
With a swift slap of the palm to Laif's ass, Dominic says, like he means it, "Yeah, gonna plow that hot ass of yours, boy!"
Playing along, something the 26-year old has built up over time, knowing what his `trick' likes to hear, "No, I beg of you sir, be gentle, please?"
Eating up the words, it only fires the fuel of Dominic's imagination, placing his 7-inch tube up to the tight opening.
Breaking from the sexy, sado-maso dialogue, Laif says, "Uh, aren't you forgetting something, Dom?"
Almost ready to touch his dick-head to the slightly fuzzy pucker-hole, Dom replies, "Why do I keep forgetting?"
Still facing the headboard, crouched on all fours, Laif smiles, "Um, maybe because it feels better without the rubber?"
It takes seconds for Dominic to form the condom over his stiffie, "Okay, now you're gonna get it...for your insolence, boy!"
Laif still smiles, thinking `better safe, than sorry', yet never is really prepared for the penetration, "Oh-h-h-h shit, Dom!"
Pure roleplay, Laif knows how it turns Dominic on, feeling like the first time, forcing his fat cock up an ass, busting the hole wide open, "Yeah...oh fuckin' yeah," he swells deeper.
It doesn't hurt. Rather the opposite, feels so, so good to Laif, but playing the part, "Ow-w-wch, will you watch it?!" he tries looking back.
"Eyes up front, boy, before I take a belt to that ass!"
It only happened once, in their exploratory days, Dominic with a hankering to try out some bdsm stuff. Not having done any of that sadistic stuff, it only built up the momentum, the first time Dominic lay his own leather belt over Laif's ass, turning it bright red.
Funny it was at the time, Laif emailing Dominic 2 days later, telling him his ass was still sore as hell. From then on, they lay off the s&m, turning to bondage, except for Dominic's fingertips squeezing Laif's tender nips. There had to be some' punishment for Laif's inabilities to properly' service Dominic's raging shaft with the licking and sucking!
Right now, it was no different than all the other times, Laif now sinking his shoulders down, pushing legs straight out, Dominic falling flat out on top of him, after filling the condom on his cock!
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Seeing how well Jared was getting along with Steve, not which he didn't think of having the 32-year old all to himself, Peter stole the duties of putting three to bed, "I'm used to this, Steve," he steals Jay away. "I'll take care of him."
"Are you sure?" Steve was eager to help out, yet at the mention of it, did feel a little strange.
On the up and up, Peter says, "Why don't you go keep Jared company. He looks a little lonely!"
Not which Steve felt bad, about releasing Jay and the three kids from his care, walks over to the pool, where Jared is wading, puts a hand on Jared's shoulder, plops his ass down, "Why don't you take your shirt off?"
Cocky, Jared replies, "You did a good job of massaging my pants. I thought I'd wait for some shirt magic!"
It made Steve smile, moving a hand around Jared's lower back, making sure he was touching, massaging, "I do happen to be a seductive magician?!"
"Mm-mm," Jared flutters his eyebrows.
Reaching his arm behind Jared's back, Steve plays along. In order for him to fully encompass Jared's bod, in a play to pop the last button, Jared motions to move planted hands backwards.
"It's not gonna work," Steve gives up, retracting his arm, reaching over Jared from the front and unfastens the last holding button.
"One way or the other," Jared smiles, "mission accomplished!"
"Hmm," Steve hums, as he pulls Jared's shirt back, over the shoulders, "maybe I should put that in my resume."
Hired without a shred of paperwork, Jay's method of hiring on word and incredibly good looks, Jared says, "Oh, by the way, I still need it?"
Already throbbing, Steve says, "Pleasure first, business later?"
Liking the sound of it, Jared dove right in, not the pool, following Steve in removing remnants of clothing, leaving his thoughts wordless!
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Not everyone can be forgiving, even though knowing someone for a number of years. So be it, when Laif informs his 53-year old occasional trick, Dominic Realte, intentions of settling down with one person in his life and giving up on multi-meet ups around the tri-state region.
Before this afternoon, Dominic had almost a panicky sense of this being the last time he was to see Laif. Having some years of history and many good times, Dominic had limited himself to exclusive sex with the 26-year old, thinking it could last forever, a `boyfriend-on-the-road.'
Right after entering Korbeau's, Dominic always paying for the room space, Laif dwell on something they had discussed at least a year ago, "I've met someone, Dom," he bestows, taking his shirt off.
Looking at the wavy, dirty blond hair, cast over Laif's pecs, he didn't want to make eye contact. Knowing he had to respond with something, Dominic says, hands freezing on his buckle, "Oh, so you finally decided to dump me?"
Laif could sense tension in Dominic's voice, though felt, "It's not like this is coming out of the blue, Dom?" Laif's hands also freeze at the beltline, unsure whether their clandestine time together is going to go forth.
He was peeved, especially after getting wind of it the first time, last time they met for sex, a little bondage and S and M on the side plate. In his mind, Dominic didn't think anything of it. After pleasurably meeting up with Laif, over and over, he hadn't thought it would ever end. Yeah, he was pissed, but Dominic provided a coverup, resuming the unbuckling of his belt and even though he hadn't wanted to admit it, casually replies, "Of course. I remember you saying something last time we met."
One thing Laif had never shared, with anyone he met up with, especially since he was being paid, was the fact he had two boys and at one time another `father' in the relationship, for fear, if anything terribly went wrong, the boys would not become involved. Right now, having the jitters, clammed up, Laif suddenly felt relief, like a fresh blowing of wind into the room, "Okay, cool. I'm glad you're okay with it."
However, Dominic was not cool with it, but figured, his fat cock stuffed into Laif's tight ass, would be enough of a ploy to persuade him to reconsider.
After going through the motions, much foreplay, Laif licking Dominic's hairy bod, sucking nips, which pleasured the 53-year old to the point it made his cock stick, they got into to position.
Cheerfully he warns, "You're gonna miss this, y'know?"
"Yeah," Laif replied, without much conviction. It was a tight fit, pleasurable, but for Laif it was also making money for his boys, putting food in their mouths, clothes on their backs. Keeping this in mind each time they met up, kept Laif from developing too much affection for Dominic.
In reality, for a man of fifty-three, in any man's opinion, Dominic would be a handsome, sexy catch. Salt and pepper hair covered his full frontal assault, tight abs, which show he took care of himself as he aged, and a bushy head of hair, which he kept stylish to the times, a little gel to keep it in place. Biggest draw for a top-man, was the fat shaft. Not too long, it still could keep a bottom-boy `fulfilled!'
Since this was the last time he would be with Laif, Dominic made his fucktool work nice and slow.
Thinking this was going at a slower than normal pace, not which Laif enjoyed having his ass crevice worked, he did have time constraints, "Sorry, Dom, but I've only got about an hour, if you could make it a little quicker?"
When nothing happened, except the slow exit, light punch back in, Laif reiterated, "Dom, did you hear me?"
"I heard ya."
Even though they had met over and over, seemed to develop a camaraderie of friendship, Laif sensed something going wrong here, "Dominic?"
"What?" Dominic responds, with a punch of anger behind it, torso gut-punching Laif's ass!
Thinking this was a good time to bail, Laif tries turning over, which dislodges Dominic's tube a little, "I think we should..."
"Don't fuckin' move!"
Right now, Laif started to fear for his life, Dominic falling over, both arms over his upper back, "I got one last shot at this...you owe me!"
Pleading, because Laif could see himself in a tight squeeze, "I won't charge you for this. Let me up, okay?"
By now, Dominic's mind had snapped. It's not which he could not start over, find another young guy on the net, but this all took time and not every person was trustworthy these days, "Not quite yet."
"Dom?" Laif calls out, with pleading in his voice.
He was trying to converse over his left shoulder, but when Dominic leans to his right, Laif wipes his face over the covers of the bed, switching to looking to the right, "What're you doing?"
Reaching in the draw of the side table, Dominic pulls out a set of handcuffs, "We might as well have a little fun...for one last time?"
Pinned down, sides of his bod between Dominic's hefty legs, a huge bicep against his back, Laif couldn't flinch much. Too, Dominic's prick still lodged in his ass was another dead weight anchor!
"No, Dom. Come on, let me up!"
Seeing money, nor what he thought was a friendship making a difference, Laif starts thrashing about. At least he thought he could squirm his way free.
It didn't work, Dominic cuffing one hand, then leaning forward, `the anchor' pinning him down, like a wrestler's bod to the mat, it was not much of a fight for Dominic to thread the left hand cuff through the wrought iron frame of the bed, meet the right hand and then snag up Laif's wrists in bondage.
Always ready for some innocent fun, Dominic carried some light bondage gear in his suitcase. Traveling local, no one ever had reason to search his luggage. Only once he took a commuter flight, an airport attendant finding rope in his suitcase, which he explained it as being a rope salesman.' Most likely, because the young male attendant slipped and said it was cool', is the reason Dominic escaped the airport without incident!
When his arms were bound overhead, Dominic removes his `anchor.'
Too late, Laif expressed his qualms, "Dom, c'mon, let's talk about this?"
Then he let out a cry of pain, which seemed to send a message, Dominic stepping off the bed, flipping Laif belly side up.
"I think you've said all I want to hear."
Still disgruntled, Dominic got the rope out of his bag and began tying it around Laif's left ankle.
"You're not going to hurt me, are you? I mean, not more than any other time we've done this?"
Still feeling bad-assed, Dominic's mind was boiling with anger, though says, "Of course I'm not going to hurt you," he stretches the rope under the mattress, brings it up on the opposite side, begins tying it to Laif's right ankle, "too much!"
It's then Laif finds he's in deeper than Dominic's cock was, "Dom, let me up. It's not the end of the world. You can still find someone to meet up with. There's plenty of guys..."
Punching Laif in the stomach with the same hand which has been heaved into a bag at the gym, really gives Laif something to really belch about, "I've heard enough of your lies!"
True, that second time they met, Laif had promised this would go on forever. The guy was hot. The money good, so why should Laif bother to find another vocation?
It had knocked the wind out of him, the gut punch and a distraction long enough, Laif didn't even have a clue, Dominic reaching into the side draw again. Prepared, in case they both felt like having a little extra fun, he pulls out a ball gag.
Right now, Laif could have kicked himself, having come up with the idea, regarding noise. He couldn't help himself, yelping out loud, so talked Dominic into buying a ball gag. Even though tries to recuperate from the fist to his gut, Laif tries protesting, which soon his voice becomes muffled.
"There. Just like you wanted in the beginning," Dominic smiled. "Damn, it's times like these I'm glad you talked me into getting one of those," he stands proud of the leather strap threaded around the back of Laif's dirty blond locks, the red ball stuffed into his open mouth.
"Now," he says, backing off the bed and reaching into the suitcase which sets on a rack next to the bed, "what would be a fitting parting gift for you?"
Laif looked up as he pulled on the handcuffs, struggling, but could see he was in a fix, with no escape. Looking down over his sweaty pecs, stomach, he could see there was no breaking the bondage his ankles were in, legs secured, wide apart.
Holding some apparatus in his hand, Dominic says, "Well, I hadn't intended on using these for quite some time, but since you're not going to be around, no sense wasting good money!"
It only hurt his wrists to pull at his bindings, Laif fearful of what he saw hanging from Dominic's hands. The right hand had a chain, two nasty little clips hanging from each end, with biting, serrated edges. In his left, a leather collar, 3 strands of chain hanging from it, "Mnn-uhn-uh-na!"
Trying to disagree with Dominic's motives was fruitless. The only thing on Laif's mind was to prepare himself. Until now, things were light, but he wasn't a stranger to a madman's ways, when one of the two parties hadn't the freedom of escape. For his own sake, he used his breath, breathing deeply to cushion what was about to happen.
"What was that..." Dominic began returning to his crazed manner, "you want to try this first?" he tosses the ball stretcher on the bed, taking the nip-clamps into two hands. "Don't worry," an understatement where Laif was concerned, "I'll leave the screws almost all the way in!"
Prepared for the worst sting of his life, Laif closes his eyes, squinting them tightly.
"Oh c'mon. I know you've wanted this all along!"
His laugh only convinced Laif more, of something like revenge. Though, Dominic had done what he intended, set the menacing clips so they were at minimal stinging action. It still delivered a wallop, Laif audibly sensing the pain, when Dominic releases the clips on each nip...
It's amazing how environmental effects can affect a hard shaft; cold shower, lack of interest, being scared shit...
"Yeah, I thought you would like it," he says, reaching a hand down, taking Laif's flaccid cock in hand, giving it a few strokes.
Unlike the clothespins Dominic had pinned to his nips in the past, 3-across each, the nasty clips were doing even more for him.
"Hm-m, if I had known these were giving you such a jolt," Dominic eggs Laif on, giving the chain a little pull, stroking away, "I'd have used them a long time ago!"
Senses can be overwhelmed, in a direction we choose not to go, the mind being a powerful tool. Without even thinking about it, Laif's stretched out nips were giving his cock something strong to go on.
"What's that?" Dominic was giggling, thinking he's hearing some whimpers behind the ball gag.
Much like Laif's reaction to having his ass canal filled and massaged, Dominic reads the nip stretching/cock stroking no different, "Yeah, that's it, isn't it?"
Moaning, Laif can't help it, even though the metal clips are giving him more of a ride than wood.
Feeling left out, Dominic keeping hard without touching, "Maybe we need to crank it up!"
Physically using Laif's hard shaft as a handle, Dominic shimmies his way up, in between Laif's legs. For a moment he lifts Laif's balls out of the way in order to feed his fuck-tool in place.
When Dominic lets go of Laif's cock, there was a disapproving moan. Plugging his ass, that same good-feeling returns, "Yeah, that's it...that's it...right?"
Still gagged, Laif shows his approval rocking chin to his chest and back.
"Deeper?"
With deeper, came pushing Laif's bod higher on the bed. More flimsy than he thought, Dominic's tethering of the legs came loose. Soon Laif is able to grab hold of the iron bar the handcuffs circle around.
"More?" He asks, but doesn't wait for an answer, rather groans of approval, forcing himself in deeper.
The whole time, in and out with the human buttplug, grabbing up the chain, Dominic moves past the vengeful attitude, into more of a man-to-man connection, mentally and physically, "I think this can come off, now that we've settled our differences?"
Reaching forward to release the ballgag, also forces himself deeper on the rebound.
"Oh-h-h-h-oh-h-oh-h," Laif sighs, moving his mouth around as if he had been sucking on a big fat cock for an hour, aligning his teeth.
"Need a little more of this?" Dominic places both hands, fingers on the little screws.
Not answering, Dominic didn't wait.
"Oh-h-h-shi-i-i-it!" Laif gasps, feeling a hand return to his cock, stroking, all too good to rightfully complain.
"Yeah...yeah...that's it, huh? That's it?" Dominic wooed Laif into liking everything; getting fucked, massaging from the inside and out, a little nip tease now and then.
The only opinion Laif could voice was how awesome it all was. When gone about it through different channels, torture could be such sweet bliss!
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Fortunately, for the slumberers, the summer sun wasn't ready to disappear from the sky, a beautiful setting on the horizon.
From the ocean, one would walk up the beach and a few steps up, would be on the apron of the pool.
As discovered by Jay, the cement lip kept his chair from rolling towards the pool edge, a reminder of getting too close. The chair would need a good push to go up and over the edge.
About 100 feet from the pool, square concrete planters contained tropical trees and plants only grown in the tropics. An ingenious idea, they were on rollers and such was the grand hallway between `apartments', they could be rolled indoors during the winter months, Elroy's mad invention!
At the edge of that corridor, Jay was rolling out from his half of the house, towards Jared's. More than curious to find out if it were the same or different layout, he knocked, "Jare?"
No answer, Jay pushed the button, which like his own side, had a huge door on rollers, much as a side-rolling barn door, opened without effort. It did make a little noise. He noted right off, the tall ceiling the same, but above, sequestered along the top were balconies. These had to mean there were rooms up there.
He felt gipped!
Furthering into the bottom portion, other than decoration, Jared's side more adult', opposed to the surfy' furnishings of his own pad, the space wasn't all different, except more older period sofas and chairs. He was relieved his side had more of a `teen' appeal, rather than some old, stuffy look!
Going along the sofa, eyes straight ahead, looking at the sunset through the immense windows, he exclaims, "Wait!"
Catching the wheels as a brake, he puts the chair in reverse, hand-rolling the wheels backwards, "How could I miss these sweet things!"
Sprawled on the sofa had to be at least 5 of Jay's favorite outdoor toys, plastic water cannons, "Oh cool!"
Picking one up, he studies it, not which it's not too different from the one he had, "Sweet!"
Then, from the hallway he hears tiny voices, "Jay?"
"Where are you?" Ethan accompanies Philip's voice.
"In here, guys," he calls out, but doesn't move.
Drowsy, walking along in `drunk' paces, suddenly their imaginations are piqued.
"Oh cool! Can I have one?" Ethan races ahead of his brother.
Hot on his heels, Philip is right there, "Me too?"
Right then and there, a plan was set in motion, to get the water toys filled to capacity.
"What are we gonna shoot at?" Ethan asks, leaning from the bath tub to hand Jay his gun.
Laughing, and in a comedic tone, Jay says, "The enemy is in the backyard. It's our mission to obliterate them!"
"Huh?" Philip asks.
"Oh, I forgot," Jay says, "you're little kids. We're going out back and squirting down whoever we find!"
Thinking of the big gun in his little hand, Philip says, "I hope daddy is home!"
Out back, after they had stripped down, gotten it on a little bit with the huggin' and a-kissin', messed up the pool apron with their man-juices, Jared and Steve had settled down to using the pool lip to prop their heads up, watching the sun go down.
Well, when the water hit their backs, the two jumped up as if cold, cold water came out of the shower head.
"Oh shit!" Jared yells.
Three things caught the kids' attention, Philip saying, "Jared said a no-no!"
Jay could see something more alarming for the kids, Ethan telling it, "Oh look, Jared and Steve are nakee!"
"Oh," both men look down, both hands catching up cock and balls.
"You guys are really bad," Jay awarded the two. Then, not really caring, yells, "Punish them guys!"
Again the squirting water doused the front of each, Steve tearing one hand away from his big balls, tapping Jared on the forearm, "C'mon. I got a plan!"
His plan was to hold his nose, the other hand still in place, take the plunge!
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First time for everything, when Dominic senses he's not in hot water, forcing Laif into the bed, cuffing wrists, tying ankles and `torturing' him, he sets about to untie him.
"I have a good mind to punch you out, you know?"
Dominic can just smile, "What? After I gave you the best orgasm you've ever had?" he licks his hand.
"You could at least clean me up, for old time's sake?"
Standing there with one hand on his hip, the other still massaging his tube with wet fingers, Dominic walks back to the bed, "I suppose I could."
It's not which Laif didn't go to the gym, he just had a naturally chiseled bod. He did follow a sensible eating regimen, which often included getting his protein fix each time he met with Dominic. However, it's not like Dominic didn't enjoy the same...
"Mm-mm," he lays between Laif legs, this time freely split, "sweet as mother's coconut custard pie!"
"What happened to you, anyway?" Laif questioned the behavior, while studying his puffy, stingy nips.
"Best I can guess," he picks up a finger full of Laif's cream, licks it off, "I got mad. All the time it took to meet up with you, find out you can be discrete and after we've had such a good time together, I just let my temper get the best of me."
"Yeah. My fault. Sorry `bout that, but it's not like I plan on leaving you high and dry?"
"Oh?" it distracts Dominic from his `coconut custard' meal.
"I mean, it's not like I'm not going to help you find another guy?"
"You would do that for me, after..." he looks at each of Laif's red nips, "I did that to you?"
Smiling, the pain almost gone, except hot to the touch, "The way I look at it, in our last time together, you found yet another way of turning me on. Like you said, `best orgasm ever?'"
"I'm glad we're leaving on good terms."
"It's not like I'm not going to see you from time to time, Dom."
Being playful, Dominic tweaks Laif's nips, "You want more of this?"
"Owch! Don't touch me there after I've come!"
Giggling, Dominic says, "Thought maybe you're ready for a rebound?"
"Nah," Laif says casually, "my basketballs aren't primed yet!"
Smiling, Dominic does a `push up', "Well I better get going. Told the wife I'd be home by dinner."
"You'll never make it with the holiday traffic," Laif replies, sitting on the edge of the bed, again paying mind to his sore nips.
"Whateva. It's not like we're on the same page when it comes to a relationship."
"Then why don't you get a divorce?" Laif gets up, flopping his cock and balls around with a hand.
Evading the question, which has been ongoing since they met, a way of telling the other, `don't go there', Dominic says, "I guess I should shower."
"Yeah, you reek."
"You're not so sweet-smelling a daisy either, Laif!"
Their last shower together, Laif leaves early, drying off.
"Your money's the same place as usual," Dominic calls out, over the hot water raining down.
"Thanks," Laif replies, same thing he's said all those other times.
One thing different from the other times, he doesn't pick up the white business envelope on the way out.
Something Laif was conscious of, is the tug of his tee shirt on his chest. No matter which way he walked, the tee got hung up on his pointy nips, which would cause a small sensation. It made him smile, then think, seriously, how horrendous it could have been, had Dominic tore out the screws of those little metal-devils!
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After Jared and Steve jumped in, of course the kids wanted to, too. Fortunately there were two adults to pair them off with.
After giving them piggybacks, Jared says, "We'll have to get you guys some swimmies, until you learn how to do it properly."
Steve, not knowing exactly how easy, nor difficult it would be to get a person in a wheelchair in and out of the pool, asks Jared, "Jay, he allowed in the pool?"
For now, Jay sat in his chair, squirting out streams with the water toy, like he was peeing on the kids!
"He can come in, but it would be a much better idea if we didn't have two kids to watch."
"Well," Steve gets an idea, "if you can watch the two little kids, maybe I can get the `big kid' to come in the water?"
Swimming over to the edge of the pool, Steve hollers, "C'mon in Jay?"
"Nah. That's okay. I'm having more fun getting Ethan and Philip mad at me," he laughs.
Regardless, Steve had it in mind to get Jay in the water, "Fine, I'll meet you over at the steps."
"I said," Jay tried talking him out of it.
Insistent, coaxing Jay over to where he was headed, shallow end of the pool, it was directing traffic, "C'mon, c'mon, I know what you said."
Probably he forgot, Jay suddenly interested, Steve wading out of the deep until it could be seen, first the hairy line of his pubes, then the meat itself!
Jared was such a killjoy, "Um, like did you forget you're nude in front of the kids, Steve?"
"I'm sure they've seen their dad. Do you think he's any different from us men?" Steve laughs.
"Yeah," Jay gets wise, even though Jared's stare convicted.
"How so?" Steve stands there, water dripping off his balls.
"He's hairy and you're as smooth as a cucumber. Why, I've got more hair than you do!"
Steve couldn't deny it got his cock a little riled up, Jay's hands trying to get the folds out of his stomach in order to show the thin treasure trail.
Sarcastically, funny, Steve replies, "Like, whoopee-do, you're so much `more' hairy than me, Jay. Are you going for a swim or what?"
With Steve's back to the kids, Jared or anyone could guess what would be visible when he did an about face, "Clothes, Steve?"
This is one time Jay listened to reason, Steve helping him off with the boardshorts, in doing so, his thick meat flapping against his chest.
Busy, Steve still adhered to Jared's words, "Okay, Jared. Gotcha. One second, here."
For the moment, Jay was satisfied with Steve in the raw.
"You can do that all you want, but it's not gonna get me hard, you know?"
"Do what?" Steve asks, literally hugging Jay around the waist, waiting for what he expects, some snappy remark.
Not disappointed, Jay says, "Slapping your junk against me?"
"From what Jared tells me, you can't get it up?" he lowers Jay into the pool.
Jared waited for Steve to cover his loins, smirking because it was Jay being used for a coverup!
"Gossip travels fast around here, looks," Jay replies.
Not dwelling on what didn't work, but rather what did, "I'm going to hold you flat on the surface," Steve says with promise, "so don't over react and flap your wings?"
"My wings?"
"Hands, dummy?"
"Oh...right...I knew that."
"I bet you did," Steve gives Jay a tight lipped smile.
"Um, what happens if I accidentally touch `something'?"
"Your hands should be floating on the surface. If you accidentally touch something, I'll know it was meant to touch something. Get it?"
"Wow. How do you know so much?" Jay quizzes.
"I was a lifeguard once, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. I didn't always teach little kids, but teenagers. They think they can get away with anything!"
"Really?" Jay smiles, even though he was scared of going `deep six'. "Like, what was your most memorable moment?"
"I had a private session with a college guy, around your age. How old are anyway?"
Jay answers, "Today I'm 21. After Saturday I'll be 22."
"Okay then, Eric was 20-years old."
"Do I really look that young?" Jay asks, smiling.
"No. You look like an old man! Now, do you want to hear all the steamy details, or don't you?"
"I'd zip it up, but you said to keep my hands on top of the water."
"Smart man."
Steve told Jay the gory' details of having to tell the 20-year old frat boy to keep his hands to himself, eventually allowing him to sink'. So repetitive it became, he had to release him before the session was over, having to tell the father, later on when he called, why his son's lessons were over for the summer.
"Um, did you like, like?"
"No. I told the truth. Days later he came over to me at the pool and said I was an idiot, that his father didn't know he was out. Moral of the story, `keep your hands to yourself or get the shaft'!"
Giggling, which caused Jay's ass to sink a little, Steve catching him, remarks, hoping for info on the rebound, "Would you have rather gotten the shaft?"
Volleying back lightly, Steve says, "I think I would rather keep my `fucking' life to myself, thank you!"
"Sorry I asked," Jay says, laughing, because he was not sorry!
However, when it came time for Steve to wonder about facts regarding Jay's brother, "Uh-huh, so it's okay to tell about another guy's personal business, but you won't tell me yours?"
Just then, Jared comes over their shoulders, "Hey, guess what?"
Steve, hovering over Jay, looks down into face and cracks up, Jay doing likewise, both laughing their asses off!
"What's that about?"
"Nothing," Jay replies.
Ignoring them, Jared says, "The kids are hungry again. I wondered if Jay would like some of his favorite dessert?"
"You're going for ice cream? Hell yeah!"
"Oh my god!" Jared says.
"You're not going for ice cream?" Jay asks.
"No, I mean yes, I mean, did you see what you did with your foot?"
Trying to look over his chest, Jay says, "No. What'd I do?"
"I could've sworn you punched it down into the water?"
"Really? Did I?" Jay accepts it, tears starting to well up in his eyes, though tough to see in the pool.
"We should get out and check on it," Steve says, ferrying Jay over to the steps. "Hold on."
It was like something done a million times, Steve clasping Jay's hands, which it became natural to grab around the neck.
The kids hanging onto him, Jared quickly `swims' them over to the underwater steps.
Catching up, Jared apologizes in advance, "I'm sorry if I'm wrong, Jay."
"No, don't be," or wishful thinking on Jay's part, wanting it to be so! "Let's hope you're right." Not wanting his brother to feel regretful, sad, "Maybe if I wasn't such a moron, I'd have noticed it myself!"
More hopeful, Jared replies, "We should have you checked out."
Looking at all angles, Steve says, "If it happened once, who knows, it could happen again."
Jared smiles, not which he was excited for his brother, not that he wasn't, looking upon Steve as not only a handsome face, and bod, but a genuinely lovable, sweet, compassionate guy.
Exiting the pool, older guys and kids alike, they notice the contrast, in the pool and out, Philip saying what they all sensed, "Hey, it's night time!"
Ethan did too, but with his mind on other things, "I wonder where daddy is?"
It made Jared suspicious as well, Laif taking off hours ago and what of his official business?
"Hey, who wants ice cream?" they hear coming from near the high walled, alley side of the house.
Great Laif was back, but Jared was somewhat disturbed and perplexed of why he was gone so long from his kids, when he said he'd be back in an hour and half, tops.
"Welcome back, stranger," Jared greets, toweled around the waist.
Glancing down, Laif, squatting down, was met by the kids, taking each in the pocket of an elbow.
"Daddy, where were you?" Philip asks.
Ethan show a more interest in what their dad was carrying, "Did you get vanilla and chocolate both?"
"That I did," he pawns the bag off to Jared.
Having to put a bend into retrieving the bag, it made the towel split apart a bit, both conscious, though Laif took the effort not to risk comment in front of the kids, "Better get started on it, before it's melted."
Good thing the pool water had `melted' the erection he had, after the light lovemaking with Steve, before jumping in. Nothin' like, showing the heightened emotion a guy's got for another, by how the towel hung!
Rather than wet up the chair, Steve, like Jared, toweled at the waist, relies on Jay grabbing him around the neck, to keep slippage, something from unraveling around the waist, "I hope there's enough for Jay and me?"
Young Ethan looks up, "Not Jay and me, it's Jay and I, Steve?"
A little bent at the waist, causes the slab of Jay's bod to even out, Steve saying to the 7-year old, "Oh, well pardon me for my bad grammar!" he chuckles.
Jay was getting a ride, wishing his cock worked for a brief moment, the way his brother said his foot plunged into the water. How nice it would feel again, to have his shaft plunge into a man's ass!
Brought up with manners himself, hoping to instill the same with his boys, Laif says in Ethan's ear, "It's not nice to correct adults."
Overhearing Laif, Jared says, "Someone's gotta do it," he taps Steve up aside the tummy wall!
Feeling the heat on the ice cream bag, Jared says, "Who's ready for ice cream soup?"
Of course the kids were highly interested in Jared's interpretation, wanting soup now and not necessarily the frozen dessert, following him inside.
Thanks for Steve and the moving men, not only was the heavy duty stuff, furniture, rugs and other furnishings brought in, but boxes containing the little stuff were lined up against the wall.
"Geesh, Jare," Jay remarks, ferried along the corridor on Steve's back, "what didn't you order online?"
Boxes, labeled with Pottery Barnyard' on the sides, had marking pen etches; dinnerware+flatware', table top', pots `n'pans', etc.
"This should do it," Jared pulls out a box under a box. When he hears something from the top box break, "Oops!"
Jay says in Steve's ear, "Didn't I tell you he was a moron?"
"Yeah, well," Steve replies, "I guess this proves it!"
Laif and boys had followed the boys, who by now knew the layout of the house, ducking into Jay's side of the monstrous home.
"Wow, this is some place," Laif says, looking above, at the two-story high corridor.
Philip yells out, "That's nuttin' dad!"
"Yeah, wait till you see Uncle Jay's house!" Philip meant the apartment, which in itself could be equated to a full sized townhouse.
Carrying the box, bag of ice cream on top, Jared had two worries; the melting look of the wet bag and hope the box would keep the towel tightly strung around his torso!
Steve fared not as lucky, removing his hand from the towel for one second, fearful Jay was going slip off, "Oopsie!"
He couldn't feel it, Jay sensing the towel slipping from Steve's butt, "Alls well that ends well!"
Steve returns, "It won't if I trip over the towel and you go flying over my head!"
Steve was glad the others had gone on ahead. Still in the hallway, he carefully kneels, setting Jay down on his butt.
"Y'know, we're all men here?" Jay shrugs aside Steve there, in the buff.
`Rehanging' the towel, covering his pubes like the last curtain at a Broadway show, Steve lectures, "Like I didn't know," catching on, "moron, but I think we all need to be conscious of the fact, there's two little tykes running about and I'm sure Laif is trying to teach them some manners about stuff like...you know?"
"Bare wieners?" Jay knew.
"Precisely."
Both on the same page, Jay says, "Okay, but you think I can get on your hump and get in there before they gulp down all the vanilla?"
Steve put a rush on it, claiming the chocolate!
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS, and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.