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Giv2GeT 13
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Birch stood there, jaw dropped, looking upon Orrin, laying faced up on a table, arms and legs stretched out to its corners.
Towards his right foot, there was a camera. It was trained on whatever it was this dude, he learned the name, Casper, was doing, which was removing needles, bright plastic holders to one end of each, from Orrin's chest.
Wanting to run, he was more curious by the hairy bear of a man, lying there groaning and moaning...
"Hey," the dude from behind the cam calls out, "stroke him."
"What?" Birch questions his motive.
"It'll make him feel awesome," the future Bollywood film director calls out, from behind the lens.
"Why do you have him gagged?" Birch asks. It then occurs to him, maybe the reason for the gag, the needles having been pierced through the skin, now being removed, must hurt like hell!
Casper, who had introduced himself and Roahn, after pulling Birch inside, says, after extracting two more pins, "Because we don't like him using 4-letter words in front of guests!"
"Oh," Birch thought it weird, but accepted it. He figured though, it wasn't any weirder than having a guy, stripped naked, cuffed and stretched in different directions, clasped to a table and having needles forming multiple patterns... "Um, like, what exactly is the purpose of all this?"
Casper looked to Roahn, the two engaged in staring. With Roahn shrugging his shoulders, not exactly sure how he was going to explain the summer project he was filming for his college class, left it Casper, "Tell him!"
"Uh, sure," Casper would have, but didn't exactly know how to, so threw some fibs in there, "Orrin here and Roahn, they have this fetish..."
"Oh right," Birch says, "fetishes. I know about them."
"Roahn likes to film. I like art. So, we decided to make a movies on an obscure thing some guys like having done to them."
At which point, Orrin moans something.
Birch responds, "What does he want?"
Still making it up as he went along, the 22-year old blond muscleman says, "Probably not feeling it in his balls, because I've stopped pulling the pins out."
Knowing a little about this bondage stuff, Birch says, "Oh right. The reason Roahn wants me to work his cock?"
"Are you going to, or disappoint Orrin?" Casper puts it to him.
"Sorry, but not really my thing guys," Birch replies. "It's okay if I go, right?"
"Sure," Casper replies, and even though he wanted to, "we're not like, holding you prisoner or anything, Birch."
Roahn even came up with brilliance, "But don't tell anyone what we are doing, because if they get an idea, then someone else will make a movie of the pins and then my project... it will go poof!" Roahn makes like a magician's disappearing act, with his hands!
"I understand. I'm in security. I can keep a secret," Birch assures them.
After Birch leaves, Roahn says to Casper, "What do you think?"
Stroking, Casper replies, "I think I need to fuck him again!"
Leaving the cabin, which did not resemble any of the other units, from the inside view, not a window in the place, it wasn't exactly the decor bothering Birch. Sure, it wasn't like a home you would see in an architecture and design magazine, not with chains hanging from support beams, walls, embedded in the floor, and as he had just witnessed, Orrin's predicament, not to mention all the little toys lying about, it just game Birch goosebumps thinking about Casper pricking Orrin's chest and as his eyes coaxed farther south, the border rounding his navel... it was all too much to fathom.
"Catching a cold?"
Caught up in thought, if it wasn't for Sebastian watching out for himself, the two might have collided.
"Um, no," Birch looks up, seeing his pal in front of him.
Not only his friend, but the sex-symbol of his life, Sebastian had been walking up the short hill towards Birch, wearing regulation clothing, from the waist down, shirt tied around his waist, the bow of the sleeves tied right under his red, ginger-haired bellyhole, "Oh. I guess it just looked like it.
From where he just came, Birch wasn't about to tell his true feelings, the chill from the wicked scene viewed, "A delayed reaction from the heat, when the water evaporates off the skin?"
"Oh sure," Sebastian didn't know what the hell he was talking about, "happens to me all the time!"
It was no secret, Sebastian heading toward him, which if the direction he followed, was straight on, would take him up to the cabin he walked out from, Birch asking, "Where you headed?"
"Out for a walk," Sebastian hid his true intentions.
"Do you recall how many acres of land Ed said the camp encompasses?"
Sebastian and Birch started out as friends, then lovers, then friends, then tried the dating loop again, which lost momentum about a year ago. Since, they considered their relation friendly, but available for moral support when needed.
"Oh, about 5 acres, I think," Sebastian stood his ground, looking around, like he was eyeing up the whole of the property, swinging his arms out and back, slapping closed right fist against the palm of his left hand, making a cupping sound, like he hadn't a care in the world... Even though he did!
"Whatever the acreage, there's plenty of room to hike, isn't there?"
It was apparent to Sebastian, whether his friend, and boss, had seen the inside and outside of the `cabin', he had come from, "I suppose it's no secret where I'm headed?" he waited for feedback.
Since Sebastian was headed toward the `cabin', Birch was sure his former lover had some kind of suspicion of what was going on there. Whether he knew, or did not know, the purpose of the log home, out in the wilderness, he asks the obvious, "So, you're headed up the path to the cabin?"
Lying, which Sebastian thought plausible, rather than shocking the hell out of his friend, just case he did know what was going on, "Yeah, I met this guy at lunch, Roahn and he's trying to get some directing skills before he heads off to Bollywood."
Stepping a few feet up to Sebastian, which made him stop with the cupping sound, known to Birch as a nervous reaction, Sebastian not realizing himself doing it, "You know, you never were a good liar?"
Smirking, a cute little smile on his face, Sebastian comes clean, "I know... which you probably now know why I'm walking up there?"
Not feeling out of place, placing both hands on Sebastian's torso, moving them up and down, Birch says, "I could never understand why you would want to have someone do terrible things to this beautiful chest and..." his hand slides down.
Not the first time he's given excuse, the same one, Sebastian replies, "What can I do? I'm a sick fuck!"
Nodding his head back and forth, Birch replies, "I don't control your apron strings, Sebastian, but... be careful?"
"Oh," Sebastian drops the act, "so you `do' know what kind of a film Roahn is filming?"
Point blank, Birch says, "I really hope you hate the needles and pins scene?"
"I can take care of myself," Sebastian replies with confidence.
"I agree," Birch tells him, amending, "until they get you tied down by all fours?"
"They are fair."
"Who says?"
"They do," Sebastian tries convincing the guy who still cares a lot about him.
Inches apart, almost fur to fur, Sebastian with a little more of the fuzzy stuff than Birch, "I hope you know what you're doing," he drops his hands from Sebastian's tight ribs.
"Um, probably a little bit more than the time you had to call out the troops for me?"
"Yeah, well the `troops'," Birch speaking of 3 of Gib Security force, left from the latest swap out of staff, Dirk Bryson, Chach San Pedro and Alex Cobb, "they're busy keeping the boy scouts in line, so they're not going to be able to come to your rescue?"
Dirk shows up , "Oh, hi there Birch. How's it going?" walking right behind Sebastian. Passing them, the 39-year old security man asks, "Ready for some fun and games?"
"Sorry," Sebastian says, "I was getting to that."
"I'm not your keeper, Sebastian, but," Birch smiles, "I'm glad you have one!" he slips by, nodding to Dirk.
"Thanks for being understanding?"
Turning back, for the last word, Birch says, "Just be careful and don't you dare let them deface that hot front and back?!"
Sebastian promised, but knew once he got in front of the camera, it would be more than his adrenaline keeping him on edge!
After a brisk walk, all downhill, Birch came upon the clearing, guys busy at work. He stood there for a second, admiring the glistening flesh, hard at work.
Coming right from behind him, on the downhill descent, an arm coils around his shoulders, "Not going to join us, boss?"
A little taken aback, Birch loses his footing.
Swinging around, Conan catches him, more on the shelf of his stomach, "I gotcha!"
"Thanks," Birch, caught in the downhill gravitational pull, does a light pushup off of Conan's shoulder. It was too obvious to put behind him, the scant covering of hair over those immense pecs, stripe, which disappeared in the sandwich of their bods, "for... catching me," he also caught his breath.
"Everyone is down at the trucks, except Sebastian and you. I couldn't find him, but I found you!" He found his boss all right and for the moment, it wasn't only the hot noontime sun which was making the sweat drip down Conan's bod.
Being he didn't further his conquest of finding Sebastian, which could bring up questions Birch would rather not go into detail about, he suddenly became more than willing to help out, "What are they doing?"
It was the catapult which kept them moving down the side of the hill, "Stuff we got at the lumber yard?"
"Oh right," Birch already knew, but acted surprised. "Don't mind me!"
Right now, Conan wasn't minding much of his own business, Birch keeping a little ahead of him, guiding them both around trees and rocks, leaping over logs.
Entering the clearing, with Birch in front of his security man, Conan holds up both arms behind his boss, pointing both fingers at him, "I found another set of hands!"
It was sketchy in his mind, but Birch realizes by who's direction, Conan was sent out to scrutinize the woods for stragglers.
Whereas, leading Conan astray on the whereabouts of Sebastian, Ed says, "We're still missing two of your men?"
Covering for his men, both professionally and personally, Birch says, "That's right. We saw an intruder just outside the fence and I left Sebastian and Dirk to deal with them."
Ed right away knew something was fishy, Birch turning an intruder' into them', but letting it go for now, "If you speak with Tom, you can help supervise your men."
Entering the grounds of Camp Rufghup, Birch didn't know what to expect, other than patrolling the perimeter. However, he was under the opinion his men didn't mind at all, stripping shirts and working alongside both counselors and campers.
Throughout the afternoon, it took about two hours to unload 2x4's and other lengths of wood, some specifically cut to accommodate LL's designs, apparatus, probably his own men would be climbing on.
Ed was in heaven, keeping an eye on things, especially with Birch's crew deciding to strip off shirts, jumping in with the others. Caught, Ed says, "Work out at the gym, do you?"
Knowing the line, having it come from other guys, with an excuse for intently watching the unbuttoning, pulling the shirt from abs and shoulders, Birch responds, "Nah. Good genes!"
Ed smirked. Who was he trying to kid?
Only Joseph, who could be a comedian at heart, would dare to do something as dastardly, watching one of the `deadbeat' campers, Scott Tanner, standing there in a sunbeam, lounging against a tree, reaching up to grab a broken branch. Coming with a 2x4 over his shoulder, he juggles it around, so he is carrying it at his side. At the opportune moment, he gets a little off path...
"Ugg-g-g-gh!" Scott belches, dropping in half, after the beam hits him square in the stomach!
"Oh, I'm so, so sorry," Joseph says. "I must've lost my footing!" Standing the timber up on end, he bends over a little, asking, "Are you okay?"
On the rebound, from bent in half with grief, Scott, tough as they come, rises up quickly.
But not quick enough for Joseph, who moves back, "Missed!" he laughs his ass off.
However, Scott gets the last laugh. Joseph, leaning on the timber, Scott kicks the bottom out, telling, "Fuck you, man!"
Unfortunately for Joseph, the beam had scraped the side of his head. Reason he was on his knees, hands folded over the top, like he was ready for an air raid.
Chad Perry had been passing by, seeing and hearing Joseph take a dive, dropping his timber and rushing over there.
Unknown to Scott, anything which has occurred between Chad and Joseph, "Get him up. Time to work this son-of-a-bitch over!" Scott was firming up both fists.
Chad just stood there, unsure of which path to take.
"Well?" Scott tries pushing Chad's decision.
"He's already hurt. Can't you see that?"
"Yeah," Scott doesn't wait for Chad, lifting his foot and pushing Joseph over.
"Like, oh my god," Chad drops his timber, "his head is bleeding!"
It looked like it was his face, but true to Chad's words, blood had been streaming down the side of Joseph's head. Chad had also noticed Joseph a little incoherent. Conscious of his own self and in the presence of another camper, Chad says, "He's hurt real bad I think."
Lying down on his back, Joseph still held hands to his head, maybe a gut reaction, his head a place where, if struck again, could cause more serious damage, than a punch to his tough abs.
This wasn't the case with Scott, seeing Joseph with his knees bent, the 41-year old counselor's legs apart, providing a very good target for the heel of a foot, "Yeah," Scott's brilliant smile shines in the spotlight of the forest, "this is gonna be real sweet!"
Joseph saved his life, it's the least Chad could do, is save Joseph's balls from being made into mincemeat.
Foot already in motion, what could Chad do, except go on his instincts, ramming Scott, broadsiding him, causing them both to fall over Joseph's left knee, then go tumbling through the brush.
"What the fuck's happening here?"
Walking into the situation at hand, first they are stunned, Gerald and Gregg seeing a knee pointed to the sky.
Then, with the rustling of leaves, but no visual on the wild animals which could be causing it, Gerald says, "What do you think that is? A cougar?"
"Get real," Gregg is more cool, calm, collective, "they have electric fences." Then, realizing the knee belonging to Joseph, tosses his 2x4 off his shoulder, yelling, "It's Joseph. Man, he looks fucked up. Go get help!"
"Help?!" Gerald starts taking off, forgetting he had the timber on his shoulder. It doesn't swing with his bod when he makes an about face and with running, it catches between two trees, falling off his back. Unfortunately for him, Gerald's reflexes didn't kick in fast enough, "Who-o-o-oa!" it pulls him back. "Damn that hurt!" Rethinking the situation, Gerald stands, dusts his ass off and gets running.
More stunned, he watches Gregg run by, `fireman carrying' Joseph over his shoulder!
"Shit!" he catches a glimpse of blood running down Gregg's exquisite back.
Getting up, running towards Gregg, Gerald is conscious, maybe a wild animal is running after him. A runner himself, he catches up to Gregg, "Man, he's bleeding something fierce!"
Not long after, they are at camp center, Ed right away getting wind of Joseph being hurt. He is amazed though, of Gregg, taking command, like he was running a damned triage center!
As for Chad, his face had been ground into the bottom of the brook and if it hadn't been for a frog spooking Scott off, Chad might have become one with nature!
Coughing his lungs out, rolling over onto his back, he sees Richard Smith, one of the guys who came in on the yellow bus with him, standing there.
"You okay, man?"
Chad had already made his list of who was nasty and who was `very nice', Richard Smith on the top of his list as drop-dead gorgeous, right under Gerald Bronte. Regardless, he'd take Richard in an instant, "No," Chad coughs, for realism. "Quick!" Cough. "I need CPR!" Cough, cough, choke!
"Nice try," Richard puts his hand forth, "but you don't look like you're about to drown!"
Pulling Chad to his feet, their chests meet, chins an inch apart, Chad asking, "Aren't you glad to see me alive?"
"I don't kiss on the first date," Richard replies.
Strangest thing, Chad coughs once more, pulling something out of his mouth, "Oh my god! I swallowed a rock!"
"Rock?" Richard studies the `rock', "More like a pebble?"
"Still," Chad disputes, "it could have gone all the way through me and given me kidney stones!"
"Whatever you say," Richard replies, looking down Chad's wet bod, every fiber or his chest and stomach droopy.
Smiling, Chad is under the impression Richard is backing down on his dating rules, "What?"
"Feeling fit enough to race me back to the mess?"
If it'll get him a kiss and maybe more, Chad replies, "Sure!"
Smiling, which is misinterpreted by Chad, Richard pushes the little pebble right into Chad's navel, then takes off!
Shocked, Chad says, "What the..." feeling up his own bellyhole, realizes it's the pebble Richard had in his hand. "You fuckwad!" he curses Richard out, only to discover, "Oh my god! It's stuck!"
Unaware of anything that's happened, one of Gib Security squad is passing by, 2x4 over his shoulder, Chach San Pedro, saying with a little Latino twang, "What are you doing with yourself, gringo?" For the life of him, Chach could not understand why a man would be bent over, both hands pressed against his stomach, looking at his cock... Unless...
"Me?" Chad thought of being in a weird state of being.
"It's only me and you and the squirrels, gringo!"
Rather than fudge up some wild story, or tell the actual truth, Chad just presents his predicament, "I got a rock stuck in my navel and can't get it out?"
Not much mystified Chach, but a rock in a guy's navel? "Let me see if I have this straight," he points, "you have a rock and it's in... your navel?"
Like he was questioning the animal kingdom, Chad consults the forest, "Uh, like, didn't I just say that?"
"Show me," Chach was honestly miffed.
Tugging at his stomach, Chad's deep innie shows Chach the money, "Happy?"
He was a security guard, he was allowed to carry sharp objects, pulling his penknife out, "I think I can get that out for you."
"Hey, if wanted surgery man, I'd call General Hospital!" Chad backs way off.
Packing the penknife up, Chach says, "I have another way."
"No," Chad replies, "you're not going to stomp on my stomach till it loosens up!"
"No gringo. You just watch," Chach says, bending over.
Freezing in place, Chad says, "What're you trying to do, make me hard?"
Bent in half, Chach had placed his lips up to Chad's navel, breaking free to tell him, "No. I'm going to suck you... I mean, suck it out of you!"
"Hmm, I think I like your first idea better!"
How could things `not' progress to a state of each getting bulges, Chach extracting the pebble, but already feeling his pants fill up.
Too, Chad's coos of feeling good, threw a double whammy into things for both, especially when Chad feels the button of his pants slip from the loophole, "Oh yeah," he convinces Chach to go further.
From the brook, kissing, Chach gets Chad backed up against a tree.
In life past, Chad could always get into a scene, whether man on top or sliding down to his knees, providing some slurp action.
Chach really knows how to make a man feel good, from vast experiences, sucking up to a man's cock, massaging balls, tongue-jobs on a man's nips, skating down a hairy or smooth bod and getting in deep, tonguing ass, or, a fetish pertaining to himself, lick a pair of hairy legs, sole purpose to work his tongue down and between the toes.
Right now, he wasn't about to get that far, a cough ringing out, "Excuse me?"
Being his cool self, Chad says, "To be continued."
Both could've been in trouble, "I hear it from Joseph, you're some kind of hero?" he addresses Chad.
Neither of the three had a clue to Chad's comment, "What goes around, comes around!"
Ignoring it for now, Ed, seeing Chad's pants unbuttoned and unzipped, says, "If you can fix yourself, Joseph is asking for you?"
From sex in the woods, to the reality of how Chad got out there, he realizes, "Joseph! Is he okay?" which puts his feet in motion.
While Ed and Chad hustle off, Birch confronts his security guard, "Please tell me you weren't ready to do what I thought you were going to do, Chach?"
Knowing he wouldn't get away with lying, Chach `fesses up, "Yeah. I was about to do whatever it is you think I was going to do," ready to get the ax right there in the forest.
Not at all like his brother or old man, Birch says, "Maybe you misunderstood... you know, I said you are to be patrolling the `camp' grounds, not the grounds around a camper's tree-trunk?"
Right away, Birch picking up two timbers, vertically against the ground, allowing one to fall towards Chach, he says, "You mean I'm not getting fired?"
"What," Birch heaves the 2x4 up on his shoulder, "and have Ed make me do your share of the work?"
As things worked out, it was shone Scott Tanner was `really' a bad seed, not fitting the mold of Camp Rufghup, not with murder on his mind, without regrets, as Ed saw things. Instead of the yellow bus ride back to town, a shiny new, 4x4 police cruiser showed up, the town sheriff and deputy cuffing him and taking him away.
"Now we can get on with our lives," Joseph tried getting up, almost falling on his ass, if not for Chad's assist...
"You've not going anywhere!"
Surprised, not by Ed's concern, it was Gregg Harmon, a former Marine, dealing Joseph orders, rather than the other way around, to think, a camper counseling a counselor?
Still in his signature camo vest, Joseph says to Gregg, "You better go get cleaned up," and responding to dried blood, "there's still some of me on you!"
Not jealous, but clear or unclear whether Joseph had remembered, "Um, like, I saved your life too?" Chad offers his gut feeling.
Joseph hadn't recalled and getting his wires crossed, "I thought it was Gregg who..."
Ed, having heard the story from all angles, says, "Gregg brought you back to camp, but Chad risked his life, jumping Scott to save your... Um, balls?!"
"Yeah," Chad chimes in, "was coughing up creek-bed to save your tail!"
Still, a glimmer of humor, Joseph says, "And what were you saving it for?"
Gregg, keeping his mouth shut for now, could only wonder how Joseph's compensation for himself would work out to be. At least he was dreaming up a few hundred ways!
Meanwhile, out by the lake, there were a few, so engrossed in hammering and sawing wood, hadn't heard of the confrontation between Joseph and Scott.
"Where do you want this?"
It was tough, very tough for anyone to keep a straight mind, LL realizing now why guys in construction always were fully clothed. Of course, it was the ruggedness of the job, but for his purposes, being a guy who's job mainly focused on the indoors, outdoors, at eye level, it was tough to be a boss and keep focused, "Over there," he smiled, sending one of the campers, Giuseppe Malta over to see Tom, in charge of making sure pieces fit together properly.
It made LL stop for a moment, maybe an excuse to wipe the sweat off more than his brow, careful not to even fling his hand anywhere near his crotch. Once that happened, he might have to go for a swim!
"Hold that together right there," Tom instructed Giuseppe.
"Good?" Giuseppe asks.
Tom had to tell him, "Make sure you keep your mind on your work? I don't want to screw this in the wrong place?" he placed a heavy bolt between gigantic holes in the wood.
"No, no. I'm real careful about things like that!"
`Now' Tom got some attention, knowing Giuseppe was seeding a hidden message in his smile! How could not smile back, right before attending to the work set before him, feeding two bolts through a cross section.
Like an assembly line, things started to come together and before long, all hands had put together framework for hanging ropes.
A short distance away, LL sees Gabe, sitting on a tree stump, staring over the lake. Walking over, he asks, "What's on your mind?"
Mistaking LL for slacking on the work job, he says, "Nothing. I'll be right there to help."
Stopping Gabe, a hand to his shoulder, LL questions, "Not until you tell me what's on your mind?" he kind of knew.
"For you, it should be easy to guess?"
"AJ, by chance?" LL smiles.
"What would you be thinking, the son you thought you lost forever, shows up, only to be whisked away by some guy you don't even know?" Gabe says, throwing his hands up the air, like giving up.
Broad back facing him, LL approaches Gabe, placing his hands on the sulking man's shoulders, "But Ed knows him and I find no reason why we should not trust, that AJ is in good hands."
"You really think so?" Gabe replies, without turning.
"I'm feeling comfortable about it, even though AJ is not my son, but another thing I want to say, AJ came all this way to find you, I would doubt he is not feeling the longing to see you, same as you are for him?"
It made Gabe turn around, unattached from LL's hands, but it did not keep them separated, the man needing a warm hug, which Gabe initiates.
Accepting it, at the time, LL didn't notice or care they were both all sweaty from working. He did what came natural. It had been a long time since LL had held a man, but this wasn't just a friendly hug, more a warm, warm fire coming over him, realizing it was not just the hot sun.
With the hugging over, LL says, "How much you wanna bet, if you and I got in the lake, the whole camp would follow?"
Pranking, the two slowly walk to the waters edge, intentions of not being discovered. A dead giveaway, the two waded in, then dove, the breaking surface causing a noise equated to an alarm clock.
Causing a loud clap, upon their head going under, it causes Tom's head to switch towards the lake, thinking it was a camper. Finding out otherwise, he takes it as a sign, dropping everything and running, taking a camper who was helping him, Richard Smith.
Once it was picked up, these two guys running through the woods, more followed, thus the domino effect had dozens on the run. Right on the manmade beach, Tom and Richard stopped to shuck shoes, drop pants and jump in.
Three campers, Giuseppe, Jeff and Richard, out of a strong wanting of finding relief, dove in after leaving their sneakers on the beach.
Wayne and Conan, two of Gib Security's finest, had been sawing wood with Jordan and as if the 3 Musketeers of the cub-community, stripped beyond their briefs and sent tsunamis with their cannonballs.
Not all were into swimming, Zack hanging back. After all he has been through, with Declan, all the words about forgiveness, and especially the good sex last night, it was a slap in the face so to speak, the way Declan has taken to befriending one of the campers, Jerry Wilson. If he remembers correctly, it wasn't only Scott who was deemed a trouble maker.
Call it a revelation, or Zack's mind to move on, as he has been slowly thinking it, over this matter with his brother, in his mind he lets go, letting the two `bad boys' play together, unbuckling his belt as he runs to the lake. Seeing Jordan standing, that fat ass, all covered in soggy, red hair, it gives him inspiration to go all the way!
Right before taking the plunge, he sees a target to head for, submarining towards Rob, coming up right behind him, scaring the bejeezus out of him, "Hey, what's up?"
"Oh shit!" Rob holds his heart, turning around.
"I didn't think you were the scaring type, Rob?"
"No," Rob's face turns from fright, over to lightening up, "but I `am' the very forgiving type?"
In forgiveness, Rob acted very quickly, scooping the 19-year old up in his arms and showing how forgiving he could be!
Meanwhile, it's discovered, just how much the cub crowd has been getting along.
With this, floating, their gingered-wet bods surfacing, water pooling in their deep bellyholes, they chat about how fate, if it hadn't taken it's turn for Wayne and Conan, applying at the gay employment agency, Jordan not defying his father, the three might never had met.
To break up their happy little trio, a `creature' submerges, right between Jordan's legs, "Oh, sorry. I didn't know it was your balls. Hard to see underwater, without goggles," Giuseppe says, surfacing, his head right between Jordan's knees.
Seeing the writing on the waves, Jordan's companions begin to slowly float away, Jordan uprighting himself, which hilariously puts his legs on top of Giuseppe's shoulders, "Sorry!"
Right off, all the slender, muscled Italian could think of, is the position of a guy's legs up on his shoulders, in the position to, "That's okay. I'm not inclined to play that part, anyway," but feeling like a doofus after saying it, "anyway, what's up?"
Jordan was thinking he missed something, "Nothing much," thinking who made contact first, "except you looking at my balls underwater?"
Not exactly the subtle way of putting it, Giuseppe says, "Oh, well it wasn't your balls I was aiming for, it was you."
"Me? Um, like what would a skinny, suave Italian be doing, looking for the likes of me?" Jordan play along.
Not wanting to follow his foxy, Italian heritage, as he knew his four brothers could all be Casanovas with the ladies, Giuseppe says, "Just figured, since we're going to be here for 8 weeks, I should come over, introduce myself and make friends?"
It sounded genuine to Jordan, but he still had suspicions about this skinny twerp. In high school, it seemed any guy skinnier than him, had lived to make his life miserable. Then again, if he didn't experience the reality of the situation, perhaps he never would have hit the books and been the intellectual he is now. He decided to give Giuseppe a chance, "Nice to meet you," but like an idiot, because probably he already knew, "I'm Jordan," he reaches forward in the water with his hand.
Though, since he could not see more than a few inches through the murky water, he missed the connection with Giuseppe's hand!
"Oh sorry," Jordan says, touching Giuseppe, his finger almost slipping into the Italian's navel!
Like he had sonar, Giuseppe's hand found Jordan's, shaking it, "Yeah, close call. Any lower and it would have been you shaking my... never mind."
Someone had instigated it, Jeff Laird coming past, tapping Giuseppe on the shoulder, "C'mon. Chicken fights," he wanted to feel Giuseppe's cock on his neck!
"I'll pass. You go ahead," Giuseppe passed up on his friend. He does ask Jordan, "You want to join them?"
"I don't think so. I would not want to be the cause of your broken neck!" Jordan replies, chuckling.
"I could ride you," Giuseppe says, not thinking what the outcome could be!
He was surprised, Jordan quickly thinking, "Okay."
Jordan would later credit them winning, it felt too good having Giuseppe's heels rubbing on his pecs!
They played for about an hour, breaking down the boundaries of leadership.
What got them out of the water, and fast, was the sound of the mess hall bell.
"Already?" LL looked at his watch, which wasn't there.
Gabe looks to the horizon, "I'm afraid we've lost the rest of the day for our work party."
Scrambling for the shore, they ran into a dilemma. All of the pants looked the same!
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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee
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