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HaRD iN THe SaDDLe 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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For a part of the morning, LL sequestered himself away from the whole of Bryce Farms. The other day, while walking the grounds, he came upon a small clearing, walled in by trees. From what apparently had been part of a sheared off tree, the trunk lay on it's side, making it the perfect seating arrangement, LL's iPad lying on the table-top remains.
Several times he sat there, tearing his eyes away from the 114 emails he needed to sort through, gazing up at the tree tops and breathing in fresh, clean air.
As if someone were creeping up behind him, he froze and listened. Instead of footsteps, he heard little creatures, who probably noticed they weren't alone, scurrying away. He smiled, thinking of a Chip and Dale cartoon!
Regardless of the chain of command unfolding, Gio at the helm, Jef working his way into a followup position, Joseph Walsh shaping up for the position of the warrior camp' director. Thinking of the last entry, it didn't sit right with LL. Bryce Farms' had a nice ring to it, but the east side of the fence didn't match up with what a farm looks like or operates. For certain, he was for out with the old and in with the new', immediately discounting Camp Rufghup' in the running. Right now, he ran it by his own particular tastes, "Camp Evergreen?" Seconds of deliberation, LL came up with, "Corny!"
Strange thing about the clearing, void of permanent sun cover, it was as if a sunlamp was beating down on him, LL discovering it was getting hot. When he sat down in what he now called his outside office, the sun wasn't beating down on his shoulders. He smiled, thinking of his own rescinding of the rule about wearing shirts, pulling his tee shirt out from his pants, reaching at the back collar and stripping it off.
A little too late, LL was already sweaty. No secret, he knew how sensuous it could be, rubbing palms up and down his abs and pecs, the feel of sweaty fur, "Oooh," he moans to himself. "Mm-mm," LL coos, like tasting a delicious apple pie, only in place of a slab of pie on the palate, his thumbs were drumming up a tune on his pec-nubs!
"Ahem!"
"Oh shit!" LL is shaken out of the moment, where thumbs meet hard nips! His hands go from chest height to laptop, greeting, "What's up, Gio?"
Gio's eyes shot down to LL's crotch, but he won't get personal in front of a person the boss has never met, "Remember Josh Bizewski?"
"Oh Josh!" LL jumps to attention, grabbing Josh's right hand with both of his, "How are you, Josh?" Thinking of getting too familiar, "What I mean is, how are you and Gio getting acquainted... with the business I mean?"
Gio was ready to burst out laughing, knowing LL feeling embarrassed, shirtless, grabbing his, fumbling to find the hole in his shirt where to insert his head!
He should have stayed sitting, it more than obvious about what is up, both Gio and Josh noticing.
"Uh, nice to meet you too, again," Josh focuses attention on the handshake!
Sitting down once more, LL says, "Have a seat in my office!"
"Hey, Boss?" Gio questions.
"What?" LL asks, knowing this did not pertain to business.
"Shirt. You got it on backwards!"
He tried to keep a business profile, but it was too downright kinky for Joshua to watch, Gio standing, bent over, reaching down and grabbing the boss' tee shirt by the tails, lifting it off, turning it outside-right and then handing it back, "Here!"
"Thanks," LL replies in a smirky attitude, eyes pinned to each other.
Instead of allowing Josh to speak for himself, Gio cuts to the chase, explaining about the supermarket incident. Skipping over a lot of details, Gio turned Josh into an instant hero, leading the crew to the cost club.
Knowing Gio had a plan, LL asks, "And how does Josh fit in your scheme of things?" not which LL didn't have some scheming all worked out for himself!
"I was getting to that," Gio replies.
Breaking away from the staunchness of stuffy office details, LL says, "Well get to it, man!" he sits on the log.
"If you would just shut the fuck up, I will!"
Josh looked horrified, Gio talking to the boss like that!
"Well?" LL reacts, laughing at the whole scenario, "Get to it then!"
Of course, he was laughing at the look on Josh's face!
"My plan would be to slowly work Josh into a position..."
Listening to Gio's plan unfold, LL took it all in, but fabricated his own `dream plan', working Josh into a position of stripping down, lying the length of the log and then licking him all over...
"What do you think?"
In reality, LL felt his tastebuds go dry, but having not paid attention, "I think it's a good plan, but my question to Josh is, can you handle it?"
In response to what Gio had already prompted Josh in his meeting with the head honcho, assuming the responsibility of being, around the office, department head of Bryce Farms, finally gets his chance to speak, "I can handle it. Not as compact as working in my uncle's supermarket, sometimes when he wasn't around, I would be in charge of manager meetings." He giggled, relating, "Most times, when uncle wanted to relate some bad news item, he left it up to me to tell it. Really, it was something job related, whereas someone wasn't doing their job, so not tough to relate," finishing off glum, "oh but... I forgot... you wanted me to be your secretary?"
True, but to pay for his own daydreaming, LL would have to let that plan dissolve, "Good way to make enemies," LL tested.
"Not really. I think, first, you have to get to know your employees and if you present yourself in a certain way, instead of blame, they will respect you back, even with criticisms."
Thinking of Josh ripe in his years, which he didn't look, LL asks, "And you're how old?"
"20."
"Hm, seems like working at your uncle's store has been good for you. What about going back to college?" LL asks.
"College," Josh says glumly, "well for now it's on the back burner, until I can scrap together some tuition."
Closing his laptop, because he was sweating too much, plus lunch was around the corner of his watch dial, "You do your part and I'm sure we can scrape together some tuition money for you."
On the way back to the messhall, Gio detoured off the path. LL and Josh talked on about Josh's major, which he had switched off from environmental science, to business. Although, right now, LL noticed Josh switching off, from the beauty of the landscape, stealing glances at his sweaty fur!
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Gio had hurried off, because he wanted to catch up with Clay. Returning to the barn, he notices `Clay' at the side, picking up rakes and shovels. Making it a strong point, Gio introduces himself, "I had a run in with one of those rakes, Clay!"
Ready to bombard Clay with gripes, as he approached, seeing him bent over, back towards him, he hadn't noticed the baseball cap, instead of Clay's signature cowboy hat.
"Oh really?" he turns around, facing Gio, flaunting the T-patterned, reddish-brown hair and beard over his chops.
Caught off guard, especially by the hot features, Gio says, "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else!" Though, for now he was glad it wasn't Clay and cowboy hat!
Holding one of the rakes in his hand, the stranger says, "So, you had a run in with one of these?" he smiles.
Several things were on Gio's mind, though one which surfaced, deemed most important, "And just where did you come from?"
"I'm the plumber-slash-environmentalist-slash-farm handyman. Your boss asked me to stop by to check out the irrigation system?"
"Oh? Is it working okay?" Gio asks, eyes glued forward.
"Terminal. Rusted out. You're going to need a new system of delivery."
"I see. Well," it finally comes to terms, "I'm Gio and you are?"
"Darwin Collins," he doesn't extend a hand to shake!
So, Gio didn't bother with the proper greeting either, "Where are you from?"
"Currently passing through. I started out in Mexico and right now, home is British Columbia."
Gio says, "You're a little too far east?"
"I know. Since I'm in between jobs, I thought I'd check out the locals," Darwin meant the little local towns, "to see if anyone is in need of an environmentalist!"
"You said you were a plumber?"
"Can do that too. Learned plumbing from my dad, before I went off to school to achieve a doctorate in environmental science. Sometimes I apply one to the other," Darwin presents.
"Dr. Collins, is it?" Gio smiles.
For the past few minutes, Gio gages their attention had been drawn to each other. Finding out a long time ago, 95% of the time, unless a dude were super sensitive in lacking an attention span, being straight meant focus would wander through the forest, eyeing up the top of the trees, spotting a pinecone and zeroing in, all to avoid lingering on a guys face too long.
Regarding Darwin, he wasn't sure about Gio, but thinking his gaze held the tall, dark, handsome structure of an athletic man in his keeping, they were sharing more than specific history, "And that's my story." Throwing in a last second tidbit, "But I'm not all about books and scientific experiments."
Trying to lead each other astray, Gio goes for the gold, "Oh really? Not me. I rather enjoy experimentation," he closes in on Darwin's perimeter. Keeping hands to himself, he wasn't ready to explore... not yet.
Just the fact Gio stepped towards him and their conversation going off from the expected path, Darwin goes beyond the thinking stages, hands reaching out, "I know I'm going to blow this job interview if I'm wrong!"
Reaching for Gio's belt buckle, he's right onto Darwin, "Oh, did you think this was a job interview?"
With instincts kicking in, libido up, Gio stands there, hands on hips, waiting for Darwin to get busy.
He hadn't even pulled the belt through the buckle, Darwin standing there, contemplating, moving the leather talon in and out of the metal housing.
All the time the two stood there, staring, smiling, reading silent thoughts, until Darwin gives up, parking the tip of Gio's belt back in the holster.
Without saying a word, both came to the same conclusion, whatever would come to pass, neither was interested in falling on their knees and worshipping the other.
Breaking the ice, Darwin asks, "How's my job interview going thus far?"
"I'll let you know after the second interview. How about some lunch?" Gio replies.
For now, whatever got their loins going, would have to wait till another time, perhaps a more intimate place.
Regardless, coming into the clearing, Gio realizes just how many have been brought on board, in such short time, the mess hall, which is the ranch dining room, has poured out onto the porch and surrounding area.
He is not the only one, LL coming over and in an alpha business tone, says, "We've got a situation here. Fix it!"
Because he could get away with it, Gio replies, "I was on it before you were born, so fuck off!"
Smiling, wiggling eyebrows, LL says, "Mm-mm, name the time and the place and I'll be there!"
An innocent flirt, Gio knew it a false attitude, LL throwing the same phrase around, often!
Getting right to it, Gio is on his cell, taking LL's directive, dialing up Jef, telling him to drop what he's doing and meet him out front.
Expecting a long wait, he was wrong, Jef coming out of the ranch house, laptop case handing off one shoulder, wiping his mouth, stuffing the napkin in his pocket and reporting front and center, "What's up Lord Vader?"
"Come to my quarters and I'll make you one with the force!"
"No thanks," Jef says with calm. In such a short time, Jef has picked up on the sarcasm, "Want to give me a reason why I had to leave my plate of lasagna?"
"Look around," Gio figures he will try the vague approach.
"I know," Jef replies, being coy.
Gio still tests, "You know what?"
"Why guys are standing or leaning on the railing, eating their lunch, dah?"
"Good. Fix it!" Gio decides walk away, leave Skywalker on his own to figure it out!
There was no better distraction than the county Sheriff showing up in his canary yellow 4x4. Being it not an official county vehicle, Gio greets, "What a pleasure to see you Sheriff!"
"Pleasure, huh?" Brad McKenna returns, opening his door and hopping out. "Maybe later. Right now I've got some business with LL?"
He hadn't walked a few feet past the headlights of his truck, noticing a familiar face, which softened his businesslike manner in a hurry, "Oh. Hi. How are you?"
Darwin greets the sheriff with, "Long time, no see!" and a smile.
Since Darwin had come from `the road', Gio figures it's where Brad has met up with the hitcher.
Regardless, his thoughts are disturbed by the sound of Jef's voice, "I've got a temporary solution to our problems," he sticks in front of Gio's face a pic on his iPad.
Gio's snotty answer, because this is how he tested people, delivering power to their hands, "Well yeah, dah, like it's not doing any of us any good on your laptop, Skywalker!"
Having seen the price, `pricey', Jef thought, if not LL, he should run it by Gio. It being there right on the page, Jef thought if it's good enough for Gio, having given his blessing, then it was a go. Being a temporary shelter, next, Gio would be looking for something more permanent, so he sought out a professional opinion, next best to LL's official architect, Emerson Haggard, Jef spots Samuele first, asking, "Hey, you know anything about designing a structure for a mess hall?"
It was the first time Samuele had met the 22-year old, face to face... he's seen Jef around, "Hi. You're Jef, aren't you?"
"Uh, yes," Jef was suddenly fuzzy, in the reason he came to Samuele.
"What's on your mind?" Samuele knew what was on his mind, Jef acting vague, like off on some other planet!
"On my mind.. right," Jef realizes there was something on his mind besides the bearded lumberjack, "I know you have a degree in architecture and even though you haven't thought about it for a long time, I was just wondering..."
For Samuele, he knew right off, Jef cruising him. Instead, because he could adopt a wild'n'krazy attitude at the drop of a hat, veers off course, "You mean, you're wondering if I'm seeing anyone here at the farm?"
It's not what Jef meant, though, with the suggestive thought, given another five minutes or a long walk in the woods, the subject might have come up, "Sure... that was part of my thinking, but I was also wondering what you thought about this?" he turns his laptop around.
Same time Jef did the turnaround, his thumb accidentally hits a desktop icon...
"Not bad at all!"
The laptop hood towards him, Jef couldn't see anything more than what it should have been, staring at Samuele, "You like my idea?"
"Tremendously!" Samuele's toothy smile faces Jef, over the lip of the laptop.
Feeling proud of himself, of the temporary canvas and poled structure, Jef returns the screen to himself, exclaiming, "Oh shit!"
Wishful thinking, Samuele says, "Which one of those guys are you," counting off, "cocksucker, fucker or..."
Even though Jef knew Samuele gay, sure Samuele knew the same about him. Though, he blushed, excusing himself from bringing up the picture of a mass orgy, "Just a couple of guys I found and thought such a sweet couple... I mean triple... I mean, I probably should have sent it to the trash bin..."
He was about to trash it, Samuele almost closing Jef's fingers in the laptop, "I think they are kind of hot too. Good enough to lick the screen!" he licks his lips, laughs!
"Really? You like young guys?"
"More than like," he stares down Jef, "love to taste their sweet bods and..." realizing he was going way off topic, "is this what you wanted to show me?"
Breaking out of what could become a hot scenario, even though 2, instead of 3, Jef replies, "Um, no," he reopens his laptop, with fingers crossed, sees a big, white tent, people with trays of food, tables, "I meant this!"
Samuele has to admit to himself, the tent was a lot more boring than finding hot twinks getting it on with a 30-something dude!
"Yeah. Gio gave me an assignment. Well, he didn't exactly ask, more dictated to get it done and I'm trying to do my damnedest to work into a meaningful position here and..."
Samuele thought Jef so cute, trying to be an executive type, "I understand completely. You have a temporary structure and eventually would like to replace it with something more permanent?"
"That's what I was getting at," Jef looked up to the 34-year old, like a father, but more than his father, the father who never pay much attention to him.
"I'm not sure if you know it, but Emerson has been given the duty of redesigning Camp Tomahawk..."
"Camp Tomahawk?"
"The renaming of the warrior-training part of the complex. Seems Corky found an old Native American artifact and now that's what it's called. Anyway, Emerson is working on demolishing and rebuilding cabins. LL has given me this side of the fence. Good thing you came up with an idea for the mess hall."
Jef wasn't sure, "You already knew?"
"All I know is what they tell me. I had no idea you had been assigned to help me," Samuele rewords it so it's not the last he's seeing Jef!
"That's cool. You have any ideas where we can get a tent from?"
"Of course," he takes hold of Jef's laptop, accidental-on-purpose touches the Brandon & Colby +1 icon, "oops!"
"You did that on purpose!"
Samuele confesses, "Yeah, I did."
Instead of frowning upon it, it made Jef smile. Until now, he knew nothing about the former lumberyard owner, discovering he liked to be a little frisky in his humor, which Jef liked. In return, he says of it, "Which would you rather be at this moment, Brandon or Colby?"
"Truthfully?" Samuele didn't wait for an answer, "You got a third in mind?!"
Jef wasn't sure if Samuele made a mistake, or like any other guy, refers to everyone as `you', entertaining the thought. Same time, he could be a tease with words as his compass, "I might!" even though Jef didn't, but had a vague portrait in mind, Joshua!
Being his attention totally focused on not his surroundings, but rather the hot lad in front of him, once Samuele got caught up in what he wanted, he wasn't afraid to voice his wants and needs, "What I could do to make you feel awesome," his toothy grin told the rest!
"I see," Jef didn't really know what to make of all this, not on the first meeting and Samuele pushing himself on him. Yet, he knew there were other fish in the sea, but the more colorful, if you don't bait the hook and lure them in, they'll get away and with all those fish, they might get lost in the vast ocean, "I don't really have an office to take care of all this architectural business..."
Seems Samuele always had a game plan in his back pocket, "That's not a problem. For now Gio has set us more important personnel up in the cabins of the old camp. We can go there if you want? But we better hurry before they tear it down!"
Whether Samuele knew what it sounded like, or not, Jef loved where this was going. Adding a physical note to accepting the idea, Jef slips two fingers in the side opening of Samuele's shirt, between two buttons, saying, "Mm-mm, do I feel manfur?"
Especially, since Jef's fingernails were rubbing over his hairy bellyhole, one of the sensitive play-spots, Samuele relays what he feels, "Oh man, are you trying to make me hard?"
"No, but if I am, saying so, you're getting me going too!" he laughs.
"Mm-mm, bet you will feel nice!" Samuele's ass gave a pulse.
Another thing Jef finds out about Samuele! Whereas a man's nips could be sensitive, feet, armpits, beard, hair in general, most definitely shaft and balls, he discovers one of Samuele's weak spots, how just talking about it, "Getting harder?"
Samuele, who could go for a lot more kinky stuff than the average mate, "Have you ever fucked a guy in the navel?"
"What?" Jef's eyes jump down to Samuele's belt-line and back up, "Fuckt a guy in the navel? What the..."
Acting sheepish, Samuele was never one to hold back, "Yeah and I can go for some other crazy stuff," he meant fetishes, was putting it nicely so as not to dry a guy away, "if you're not afraid to go with it?"
Still, Samuele was on edge, not the kind whereas spunk was ready to shoot, but the kind where a guy stands on nerves.
Folding arms across his chest, clutching his iPad in between, Jef says, "I like a guy who keeps me guessing."
Of course! Jef was young, 22-years old, been to college for a couple of years, but still had a lifetime of wandering, discovering. Samuele, at 34, even though a rough ten years older, felt in the middle, some things under his belt, but always looking for new things to explore. Right now, he was hoping Jef was willing to travel the road with him.
First, business, "I do need answers in this little mess hall project Gio has given me to work on."
Whatever had started to rev him up, Samuele didn't want to allow it to subside, particularly since he had spoken so much about himself, Jef seemingly turned on to his ideas. Placing a hand on Jef's shoulder, staring into the lad's eyes, Samuele says, "Just give me an hour of your time and trust me, you'll experience gay mansex like you've never felt in your life!"
It made Jef chuckle, Samuele working so hard to sell himself, when he didn't need to, "Okay, but then you've got to promise to help me with planning the mess hall?"
It was the least of what was on Samuele Larregina's plate right now, taking Jef under his wing, his arm, stretched along the length of the lad's shoulders, "You don't need to feel reluctant or embarrassed about anything. I guess you can say I've been there - done that." Walking off, "You want mess, you'll get it... and plenty of it!"
It triggered something in Jef's mind, thinking of those 2 years at college, some of the things guys did in the dorm. Though he shacked up in an apartment with six other guys, when Friday night hit, it was party-all-weekend. One of his flat-mates took him to a club, whereas they met up with several of the guys from the dorm. For a 19-year old dude to enter a club of this sort, your usual bar, but the furnishings looking like they walked into a medieval dungeon, Jef did more than raise eyebrows!
"I hope I'm not scaring you away by the way I'm talking?" Samuele asks, as he leads across the fields.
Jef wasn't sure himself, having returned his thoughts to those college days. Not which he has done it himself, but witnessing as a bystander, watching guys do stuff to other guys, all in the name of having fun, working both, the giver and the guy getting it, worked up into such a frenzy, they would blow their load more than the usual blowjob.
However, it got to the point, Samuele working the subject up into a tiring monologue, Jef says something which he feels is sure to please, based on one night at the dungeon club, "Can I piss all over you!"
There. He said it. Jef not sure how it was going to sail with Samuele.
His fear was immediately lifted, Samuele swinging around in front of Jef, suddenly blocking his steps, "Piss over me?"
His heart jumped into his throat, Jef saying, "Um," he gulps, "I guess it's kind of crazy?"
"Not at all," Samuele rubs Jef's arms up and down, like a moment of sweet romance brewing, "I love watersports!"
Only Jef never heard it called that, "Do you ski?"
However, Samuele has head that reaction before, "No, but maybe you can show me!"
For now, the subject was put away for later. With watersports a mutual topic, Samuele opens up to others, which Jef responds. This causes a stoking of the fire.
Innocently toying with a guy's nips, leads to harsher methods of making a guy hard, clips and clamps. Working down a guy's bod, Jef says, "I know I'm smooth, but I do like the feel of being lathered up with shaving cream and a double-edged razor on my skin?" he looks to Samuele for approval.
"Hmm, never heard of a smooth guy getting shaved, except for his ass or pubes, but hairy guys? Once saw this bear get shaved. Man, what a fuss he made, like getting his manhood snipped off!"
Taking a chance, this still new to him, to talk about kinky stuff, Jef asks, "Was that bear, `you?'"
"Um..." reluctantly, Samuele speaks now from the personal perspective, "yeah. Really hated it, but I allowed myself to get into a position where I was tied down."
"You trusted the dude?"
"My so-called brother was there, was supposed to be there on my behalf and the `fuck' got drunk. Instead of helping me, he helped the guy shave my chest and stomach!"
Still finding out stuff, also throwing out there stuff he likes, Jef says, "I hope it grew back?"
Samuele smiles, says, "It did. Why? You like bears?"
"Depends."
"On?" Samuele asks.
"Depends on how much farther your cabin is, because I've gotta piss something fierce!"
Grabbing Jef's wrist, he had to hold onto his laptop for dear life, being pulled along at lightning fast speed.
Entering the forest, Samuele serpentines them through, around a boulder here and there, "Watch the branch," he ducks under.
Young, lithe, good perception, Jef ducks as well.
"Heads up!"
However he wasn't that quick, getting it in the face with a swinging fir branch.
"Oops!"
Suddenly, Samuele wasn't grasping Jef's wrist! Going back, behind the branch, he discovers Jef on his ass, "Are you okay?" he bends over to look.
"I am," Jef spits out a needle or two, "but where's my iPad?"
"Oh, I think I see it."
Getting to his feet, Jef could have been perturbed, but seeing Samuele, bent over the limb they just ducked under, shirt hiked up, pulled from his pants and receded belt line, it just presented something which drove him to feel up his own balls!
"I can almost reach it."
"Keep reaching!" Jef giggles, spying on the hairy crack!
In doing so, Samuele can think, just what it is, Jef is laughing to himself about? Even though the laptop is in his hands, Samuele says, "I almost got it. Hold on one more second!"
Jef was holding on, one hand working his humongous balls through his pants, the other keeping his tube thick. Finally, since he could very well blow his load, lets up on the charade, "I think your ass needs a shave, `Bigfoot!'"
Over for Samuele as well, he acts likes he heard nothing, "Here's your iPad."
Taking it in stride, Jef banks on Samuele not hearing what he said, acts cool, "Thanks!"
Walking away from the branch, Samuele carefully holding the fir branch up, courteously, simply says, "So, you think my ass needs shaving?"
Getting a nudge from Jef's elbow, "You `did' hear!"
Seeing nothing seemed to bother Jef, of how he spoke, Samuele hints, "Yeah," nonchalantly, "if you need to punish me, so be it."
Feeling like he was being put on the spot, and eye cast towards him, Jef puts into words something he heard one of the dungeon-masters say to some novice one night, "Fifty lashes to start!"
It's like in the ordinary world of boy meets boy, something the other guy says, driving the person over the edge, Samuele feeling it in his loins and heart, what he has been longing in a man all his life, again stops Jef with a footballer's block, "Damn, I wish you were ten years older!"
About the same height, Jef ten years younger, to him it didn't mean a thing. Secretly, he had hoped to meet up with a guy, sometime in his life, who was into this kinky stuff, though wasn't making it a priority. And, he wasn't after what some of these other hardcore bdsm dudes were into, a slave, just some now and then stuff. Unsure of exactly how involved Samuele meant this to be, for certain, Jef knew to fish and find a guy into fetishes wasn't an accidental meetup. You had to bait the hook, often coming up where, the fish untangled itself and got away...
Staring Samuele in the face, he says, "What does age got to do with it?"
They weren't far from the cabin, but Samuele made sure, as his loins drove him into a quick pace, there were no more branches to fly in anyone's face.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch house, after putting on a successful spread, with extra trimmings, Javier sat down at the kitchen desk. It was the third time, since the start of bringing lunch together, he had the opportunity. At first, he looked at the job of feeding a small multitude of farmhands a monumental task. With the various players in the game of successfully pulling off the task, Javier was amazed at how well each person acted like a component of a machine, each part in good working order, working towards the ultimate goal, a successful meal.
Everyday, at each meal, Javier was required, by Gio, slipping through Jef's hands, a recap of how the meal was assembled, from start to finish. He was also to detail the negative performance of any staff member. First meal in which he had a staff to work with, Javier found it an easy assessment. Amazing, young and old, experienced, inexperienced, when a worker didn't know exactly what he was doing, another pitched in to help. It made him smile when the do-gooder gave the learner a wink and the familiar `you owe me one!' He rolled his eyes when either Edward or Novak, members of the over-50 gang, had to readjust through their pants, when helping out a younger guy. Of course, a hand would have been down the pants and not over the hardening artery, but there were kitchen-cleanliness standards to be upheld!
"Hey boss, why don't you take off? I can finish up here," Edward offers, slinging a towel over his shoulder.
It's one thing Javier noticed about Edward. Even after the first shift of new crew, he could tell, if he had to take a sick or personal day, he was sure Edward could take over in his absence. Standing, Javier says, "Okay, but don't forget to close out the program before you close it up?" he says of his laptop.
Wrinkling up his nose in dislike, Edward says, "Um, I don't really like these things. Okay if I write it down?"
Javier was unsure, hesitates. It seemed counterproductive having to transfer Edward's handwritten notes into the laptop.
He was slowly finding out the advantages of having to call Gio to the kitchen, a young man wandering onto the farm, looking for a job, 27-year old Tripp Tengku. Throughout the morning it hasn't only been Edward and Novak stepping in to help solve problems, but Tripp having an enormous amount of energy and resources in dealing with kitchen related problems.
Assertively, Tripp steps in now, "Why don't you tell your comments to me. If you aren't computer-friendly, I can type it out for you?"
Surrendering his chair, Javier says, "Problem solved. Have a seat," he directs Tripp into his warm chair.
"Sounds like a plan," Edward was all for it!
Walking away, Javier was a little nervous. Strangely, by the confidence Tripp exhibited, he had a feeling things would go along without a hitch. He smiled, thinking he had nothing to worry about.
Walking out of the ranch house kitchen, he ran right into Gio, who heralds, "Good meal you and your crew put on," adding the downside, because he judged Javier should still be winding things up, "All done with that report?"
Gio was a big, muscled guy, standing there at 6'2", close-cropped beard making his handsome face a little fearful, when he chose to, but not reason enough for Javier, replying, "Look, Gio, you gave me a job to do. If you're going to check up on me every minute of every hour of the day, you can find someone else for the job," he walks away.
He was being a little pubescent in his thinking, however it's how Gio had to perceive things, this being a startup of a big operation. Long term goals, he knew LL had in mind to turn the farm into a Gay-friendly dude ranch, with an adjoining crossfit camp. The time was here and now, whereas the basis of everything had to fit together. He had to be tough, but there were times when he had to break down that tough, macho facade...
"Sorry if I hurt your feelings?"
Javier, for whatever reason or reasons of his own, couldn't continue his pace, like that of an army commander, walking away from a bunch of insolent troops, turns, "I'm not a child."
Perhaps something in Javier's past offset this behavior, Gio now taking it in stride, placing a hand to the cook's shoulder, "Of course you're not." For his own recognition, he was sure, by the front of Javier's pants, for certain he was beyond teen-hood, "I would not want to lose your valuable expertise."
In walking and talking, Javier knew he was getting bullshitted, but felt the kind confidence of having Gio's arm over his shoulder, like brothers, now that the two had a better understanding of things.
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All these reports were coming into Jef's laptop, but for now it sat in its case on a cot in Samuele's cabin.
"Are you feeling as good as I am?" Samuele says cheerfully, kneeling in the shower, palms of his hands placed on the heels of his feet, bod wide open, naked, being drenched by Jef's pee.
"I don't know," Jef was trying to get a feel for holding his 9c in his hand and as if he were standing at a urinal, swayed back and forth, watching warm pee strike Samuele's hairy chest. Most dripped down. Some splashed under his chin.
Then Samuele did the ultimate, something he knew a dude not into watersports, would find repulsive...
"Oh man, that' like so gross!" Jef pulled the plug, rather put a plug in the play, capping off the stream of hot piss, with his hand, which set him equally into analyzing, his own pee filling up the cup of his hand.
"What?" Samuele acts innocently.
"Like, I have no problem with spraying your chest, but like," Jef compares it to, "making it your morning coffee? I don't think so!"
"Oh come on," Samuele babies him, "I love the taste of man-piss!"
Jef couldn't let it lie, "It's gross, man!"
Samuele sulks, leaning forward, abs and pecs caving in, "Okay, how about if you do it and don't have to look at it?"
"Too late," Jef lightens up a little, "the reservoir is empty."
A man with a plan, Samuele makes up for it, "You could make up for it by having me lick your ass?"
More mild, for Jef, he says, "You drive a hard bargain, Samuele, but okay."
Turning around, Samuele says, "Hands and knees, please?"
Recalling his college days, Jef puts his horrible play-acting skills to work, "Sir to you, boy!" Then it felt strange, knowing the man coming up from behind was older.
Showing what a total pig he could be, Samuele says, "Oh man, you have such a hot ass to eat out... `sir!'"
Jef looked at him weirdly, thinking how, at 22-years old, he could be an authority figure to a 30-something dude. Though, wasn't at all subtle, "What the fuck you waiting for boy?"
Grinning, Samuele, thinks, Jef needing acting school real bad, turns attention to, "I guess it would be too much to ask, if you could lay down in the shower?"
"Lay down in my own piss, Samuele. Now that's gross!"
Not giving up, because he got Jef to go this far, "You didn't think you could piss all over me without barfing?"
"No," Jef says with decision, having turned over and sat on his butt.
Seeing Jef hard, Samuele says, "How about I take care of your erection?"
It's one thing Jef could not refute, "Maybe," he gets up, "but don't get any ideas."
"Me? I'm not doing anything. It's you controlling the action," Samuele replies.
Reluctant to do so, though thinking how kind of a turn on for him, spraying down Samuele's hot, hairy bod, Jef lays down. Last to touch the wet tile, his head, "After we're done, you're going to shampoo my hair!"
"Only your hair?" Samuele smiles.
It started out simple enough, Samuele on his knees, making love to Jef's balls.
Person in charge was the question here, Samuele placing his hands on Jef's ankles, pushing legs apart. Lapping at Jef's balls, he didn't think on cleanliness, sucking up some of Jef's still-warm piss.
Since he was unsure of how Jef would take it, Samuele just did it without mention. Seeing how tall Jef's fallen over shaft could be, he knew this might not last long.
It wasn't something which could be gross, "I could do so much more for you," his hand holds Jef's cock erect, "but I don't think you're going to last long. Do you want to fuck me or feel your hot load go down my throat?"
Right off, Jef thinks, Samuele's done it to me again,' the controlling factor! Placing hands behind his head, like he's doing a half-crunch, after thinking on those college daze in the dungeon, witnessing something to his liking, dictate an order to his older' boy, "I want you to jerk us both together. I want to feel our hot cream on my stomach," words the top used for his boy in the dungeon, "and just so you don't forget, I want my stomach cleaned off," throwing in something which could be especially satisfying, based on his fetish for navels, "making sure your tongue digs all the cum out of my bellyhole."
"Sounds hot," Samuele replies, thinking on the word, `bellyhole', amazed, out of all the experiences he's had, never heard a navel called that, felt intrigued, lusting to have his tongue there... but first getting it filled!
Butt, back, shoulders, head, lying in the small pools of his own piss, Jef didn't even think about it, not with Samuele working his 9-inch shaft. It didn't even occur to him, fingers rubbing piss into his nips, Samuele giving him such expert tonguing.
So into each other, the circumstances which brought them there behind them, neither noticed the appearance a third, "Hot diggity!"
"Oh shit!"
Samuele just fell back on his ass, staring up at the intruder.
Suddenly, all that piss under him became real as real, Jef trying to sit up, slipping down.
"Don't get up on my account," the cheerful stranger smiles a toothy grin, "it's not like I haven't been there myself!"
It left a lot of open questions, none more important than Jef asking, "Who are you?"
"Are one of you Samuele?"
"That's me!" Samuele smiles.
"And you?" Kyle persists, making it to a wall, where it's not so slippery, standing and cupping a hand over his hardness, other hand scooping up his balls.
"Kyle Rieger. I was told to report to Samuele?"
"I'm Jef," Jef tells him, turning on one of the shower jets, ready to hide any evidence.
Samuele turns it off!
"What are you doing?" Jef says, turning it on.
Even though Samuele has tasted gallons of piss in his lifetime, he had a funny taste in his mouth, which came with not having a taste of the final product, which for now stay pent up in Jef's balls, he laments, "And deprive me of what's coming to me?"
"Nice to meet a couple of guys... like you," Kyle extends a hand, but stays along the demarcation line of wet and dry.
Jef was head honcho here, but Samuele steals the show, "So, you into watersports, Kyle?"
Not sure how it would affect his reputation, Jef says, "Samuele is. I was just getting a blowjob."
He hoped Samuele would take the bait, "Yeah," he reacts, "I was just giving him a blowjob. Amazing cock!"
Kyle wasn't had by the explanation, thinking what guy would be lying in a pool of piss, having the slimy liquid obviously rubbed into his nips, stomach slick with the yellow film and not be into it, but followed Samuele's lead, ignoring Jef, "But one of you are into it, right?" he stares at Samuele, which Kyle was giving himself away.
There wasn't any soap, but Jef figured he had gotten enough off, thoroughly dousing himself under the warm shower head, "I gotta go."
Before Jef walks out, still wet, Kyle catches his ear, "Oh. The dude I talked to, Gio, said one of you could find me a place to bunk?"
Jef, only in a hurry to get out of there, says, "You can bunk with Samuele," then he was gone.
Standing there, like a trick waiting for a pickup, Samuele says, "Should I shower off, or do you want to lick me off?"
Smiling, the 26-year old artist was all for it, unbuttoning his shirt, "Should I get out of my shirt first?"
A hint of what lay underneath, Samuele spots Kyle's ginger-red hair fanning over his chest, "I would say so!"
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Lunch hour having ended twenty minutes ago, it's been that amount of time Brad has been missing Darwin's smiling face, which is the reason he kept on straying from LL's attention.
"That's the gist of things," LL has informed the sheriff, or former sheriff.
Brad, opting out of vast changes in his position, which would give him more of a city job perspective, rather than rural, country, he informs, "Beggars can't be choosers, I suppose, especially when I'm not being given a choice myself!"
How LL loved that smile. More, since their little threeway get together with Samuele, missing the sight of that hot, hairy bod was even more reason to keep Brad local, "So, if you're willing to work with the security force we have here, I'd welcome you on board?"
After lunch, LL had returned to his' clearing, the designated spot in the forest he called open for business.'
"The offering the county is giving me, trust me, I'd rather be free to roam the countryside, rather than stuck in a car patrolling the city streets," he leaves his explanation with a smile.
"I love that look," LL says, sitting on the log deemed his throne for doing business, laptop on a stump.
He was standing, Brad coming over, sitting a few feet away from LL, "What look?"
"Cute smile, the way you stand there with your hands on your hips, using it all as a magnet to drawn a guy in?"
"Oh," Brad returns, "so you're on to me, huh?"
"No," LL touches a key, closing his laptop, "I was on to you when you stripped off your shirt!"
Thinking of that evening he did a threeway with LL and Samuele, Brad says, "Amazing how you speak with authority, a man with his own cooperation, but how quickly you fall to your knees and worship cock!"
Never regretful of his decisions, LL says, "Especially when a man's got a nice banana to digest?!"
"Got one that's getting ripe right as we speak," Brad rubs his crotch.
"Right," LL says, "but like you will be in a few minutes, I'm on the clock and we tend to leave extracurricular activities such as `that'," he nods towards Brad's pup tent, "until we punch out for the day?"
"Oh. Where do I punch in?"
"Let me tell you how it works. You get up in the morning, do your thing, get ready and report for breakfast. Your supervisor, whom in this case with be Birch Gib, will take attendance."
"What if I'm late? I get a detention?" Brad jokes.
"However Gio feels it should be handled. So far, he hasn't dismissed anyone, but I know you'll receive warning. You do the same, stupid thing more than once though and guaranteed you won't be working here long."
Sitting on the same log, LL having turned around to face him, leg over, like mounting a horse, Brad says, "You amaze me."
"How so?"
"The transformation, from the night the three of us made love, changing into a big boss. How do you do it?"
LL, with a straight face, replies, "I studied acting with Neil Patrick Harris."
"Oh-h-h-h, so there `was' a guy in his life before..."
"Joking, moron," LL crowns him with. "So, when can you start?"
"Today, tomorrow?"
Smiling, LL says, "Why don't you go on the prowl for the rest of the day, get settled in and make tomorrow your official day to report?"
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After leaving Samuele's cabin, Jef stops along the trail through the pines to check his laptop. What he discovers, time had elapsed to the point he had missed his check in time by 2 minutes, "Oh shit!" As he said it, up pops an email. He knew whom it was from and what it entailed, "I'm in deep shit now!"
Truthfully, his assumptions were correct, an email spelled out as if it were Gio himself, `Where's my fuckin' report?'
`I'm sending it right now', Jef sent it, attached.
Waiting patiently, Jef didn't expect a cordial thank you, instead got an email back, `Meet you at the cabin in the upper right hand pocket of Camp Tomahawk, at 2:00 sharp. If you're late, keep on walking!'
"Where the hell is that?" Jef looks around, left and right, his laptop moving in his hands towards each direction.
"Where the hell is what?" a voice approaches, it belonging to Cyrille Bouchiere.
Looking at his screen, Jef repeats, "The cabin in the upper right hand pocket of Camp Tomahawk?"
Knowing what has taken place there, Cyrille says, "Trust me, you don't want to go there."
Biting his lip, Jef, who normally was a cool, calm and collective guy, asks, "Why not?"
Cyrille happened to be on the grounds of the old Camp Rufghup, the day the domino effect took place, which eventually turned the old camp into a valuable real estate acquisition, "I didn't see, but heard about it, some guy trussing a couple of guys up in bondage," looks to Jef to see if he connects, "whipping and `doing other stuff you don't even want to imagine', to them," Jef reacts to the latter, "for the sheer pleasure of keeping himself hard!"
A willing victim to the scene, recollecting old college days, Jef inquires, "What's it like now?"
"Well, it once was a crime scene, not which anyone died, which cut the investigation short, if you would like to see it?"
`Like to?' Jef thought, it was more an obligation. He knew he was out of line, twice no less, but was onto something good, before he became stoopid, "If you have the time?"
Since this was his territory now, Cyrille overseeing Camp Tomahawk, partnered up with Joseph in running the camp portion, he hadn't a problem taking the time to help Jef out. If they lingered long enough at the cabin, maybe there would be something in it for him!
Walking through the sometimes dense foliage of the forest, Jef felt confident enough to relay, "Twice I screwed up, but as I look back on it, I deserve whatever Gio has in mind," it dawns on Jef, "Shit, you don't think Gio is into that whippy stuff?"
Well versed in it all, Cyrille replies, "It's called corporal punishment."
Not familiar with the term, Jef having experienced bdsm as a thing college frat do when they have too much to drink and too much time on their hands, "What's that all about?"
Putting it in modern day terms, Cyrille says, "Unlike the perpetrator who took things into his own hands and did stuff to his victims, in a setting of willful participation, of both the giver and the person getting it, it can give either quite a `raise!'" Cyrille giggles.
Again, recalling college days, maybe they didn't talk about it, but it was more than the sex which got a guy's shaft stiff, in plowing order, "I know what you're driving at," Jef says, thinking on those days of dares and doing.
More than this, Cyril finally had to ask it, "And with your big tool... plow-ee or plowed?"
"Does," Jef uses hand gestures, "`virgin ass' give you a clue?"
"That it does, that it does," Cyrille replies, not sure how or what it would take to change Jef's status!
"You know what I'm thinking?"
`That was easy', Cyrille thinking miles ahead, "That there's a first time for everything and..."
Jef's laughing out loud caused Cyrille to dash all hopes of fucking Jef in the woods, "No, no, no, you're not even on topic, Cyrille," Jef slaps a hand over his shoulder, "though, I think you could be hot," Jef gets ahead of Cyrille, turns to face him, looks down the open leather vest. "I like a man," he moves a hand down Cyrille's chest, stomach, "with a lot fur down the middle," his fingers dip into the pants.
"Well, just to let you know," Cyrille pulls Jef's fishing digits out, "you ain't the only virgin!"
"Stalemate!" Jef calls out.
Not giving up, Cyrille says, "Which doesn't mean I'm not up for a little kissing and cuddling?!"
Regardless, Jef had a deadline, to be at the corner cabin and soon. He wasn't about to fall prey to `three-strikes-you're-out' with Gio in mind.
Rushing ahead of Cyrille, the 37-year old was just as well pleased. Smirking, he thought, how in his right mind could he make a hot, young stud like Jef bow down to his mighty sword?
"Hey, wait up!"
Throwing a hand over Cyrille's shoulder, Emerson Haggard says, "Lucky you!"
"How so?" he turns around, startled.
"You don't have to haul a laptop and business case through the woods every time there is a meeting?"
Cyrille responds, "Oh, it's a meeting young Jef was hustling off to?"
"Of course," Emerson says, "the meeting of the mindless!" he cackles!
"I see," Cyrille gazes over the facade of Emerson's bod, "you `are' well-equipped for a meeting?'"
"Oh that," Emerson replies, looking down upon his hairy chest. A naturist most of his life, the 41-year old, when he wasn't on the way to an important meeting with clients, in a stuffy office tower, matched the setting perfectly, shirt hanging with a loop of sleeves around his waist, laptop under an arm.
"You have to watch it, you know," Cyrille says in a warm, warning tone, "your sweat doesn't corrode the metal?"
Removing it, inches from his left pit, LL's architect says, "Doesn't look like it has a reaction."
Maybe not for the laptop against Emerson's skin, but Cyrille was in the early stages of a reaction, "Say, I was on my way to the cabin, up north and..."
"Headed there myself," Emerson says, already extended an invitation from LL.
"Oh?" Cyrille responds. New to much of LL's organization, he asks, "So, what's the secrecy around certain personnel being gathered up at the cabin, which as I understand, it was once a crime scene?"
"It still is," a man steps out from the hiding forest.
"What are you doing here?" Emerson asks Sebastian.
Walking over to him, Sebastian yields to temptation, pinging one of Emerson's nips!
"Get away from there!" Emerson slaps Sebastian's hand, like a mother swatting away a child's hand from the candy dish.
Cyrille just smiles, thinking of how he'd much rather be checking out Emerson's nips, instead of Emerson! However, inquisitive, he asks, "So, what did you mean by the cabin still being a crime scene, Sebastian?"
First thing to hit Sebastian, was Cyrille remembering his name. He knew who Cyrille was, but wondered, "Have we met?"
"Briefly," Cyrille replies. Unknown to Sebastian, Cyrille had already run it by Gio, during the interviewing stages, wondering if anyone he knows, is into bdsm. Sebastian Dash-Ducasse and Rick Santini were named. Now, he was being very observant, but still didn't get an answer, "The crime scene?"
After a prelude to his joke, brief laughter, Sebastian says, "Not a real crime. Only a crime because," looks at Cyril with puppy dog eyes, "I don't have anyone to play with!"
With insider knowledge, by way of Gio, Cyrille is all ready to play along.
But not before Emerson, following the conversation for awhile, gets bored, "I'll meet you guys up at the cabin. And, oh, don't be late or they'll be hell to pay!"
A nod was all he was going to get from Cyrille, with Sebastian on his mind!
"What can you get into?" Sebastian, even though fully clothes, stood in a subservient pose, hands behind his back, as if wrists were cuffed and linked.
Usually, whenever Cyrille met up with a hot guy for dungeon-play, he would feel him out with one thought, "I hope you're into everything and anything, because if you're not and you still want to be my boytoy, you better be willing to learn!"
At 29-years old, Sebastian has been playing the game for over a decade. At the time he started, he was bullied by a guy his age and some older dudes. Then, in his latter teen years he stood at about 5'6". Since, he's shot up to 6'4" and lost all of that pudgy teenage fat, trimmed down, worked out and now can boast about his muscled bod. Short, brown hair, he keeps his haircut short, sports a closely-cropped beard and stache. He could be a lot more hairier on the chest and stomach, but trims it to a mild fuzz.
"I can't wait to see what I have to play with!"
"Well, if you're headed up there," Sebastian throws a thumb towards the direction of the northwest corner of the original camp property, "you'll get a good look!"
"Mm-m-m-m," is Cyrille's reply.
The two walk off, Sebastian giving Cyrille the heads up on the most probably scene about to take place. A sort of initiation of sorts, there's a lot of different angles about to unfold. For himself and Rick Santini, the two are mere `props'.
"Props?" Cyrille questions.
"You'll see." Sebastian then hints, "Rick and me, we're made to strip and literally hang around for the fun to begin."
"At the cabin?"
"Well, no. The cabin for right now, but usually we meet either in some dude's basement or if the dungeon at the club is available, we have our new employee get together there."
Full of questions, with little time for answers, the chimney of the cabin in view, Cyrille asks, "Oh, so you only do this group stuff for new employees?"
Stopping for a second, Sebastian smiles, says, "Could go that way for some, unless two guys gravitate towards each other and strike up a friendship," he hints!
Viewing Sebastian's tight shirt, two perky nips hard through the fabric, attached to bold pecs, shapely midsection, he was all for making new friends!
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"You're late!"
Jef, stares, bosses back, "Fuck you, Gio! I'm right on time."
Though, Jef could very easily have forgiven, seeing Gio stripped down to his chocolate-brown skin suit, the long, fat sausage hanging between his legs, balls to match, a vision of what atlas could very well look like, if he were African-American.
Going right over Jef's head with the comment thrown in his face, Gio says, "Anytime you want to get like the rest of us, you'll be ready?"
It's then Jef realizes they aren't the only two in the room. Matter of fact, he gets a view of what formerly went on in the cabin, seeing Rick Santini, stripped naked and tied eagle-spread to an x-frame, walks over to him, "What's this all for?"
"Me?" Rick answers, "I'm just one of Gio's interior decorations," frowns, "unfortunately."
"Huh?" Jef raises one brow, like `what the hell does that mean?'
Stepping over to Jef, Rusel says, "Need some help with the clothes?"
Gio handling him, it would have been a major misdemeanor, but Rusel going at the top button of his camp shirt, "Thanks!"
Exchanging looks, Rusel says, "You're welcome. Anytime."
He had seen Rusel down at the lake. Chunky, some fur, Jef thought him to be a hot man, though not so sure he was totally attracted to him. Then, over Rusel's shoulder, Jef sees a man who he is attracted to, but startled, "Shit, LL, what are doing to you?"
Tearing his shirt out of Rusel's hands, down to the last button, Jef walks over to LL, positioned on a table, arms and legs spread eagle, tied to a rod at the top and bottom.
"Oh hi there, Jef!"
Jef couldn't believe it, the boss, the main man, stripped, tied down and lying on, "This isn't what I think it is, is it?"
It was a rack indeed, left by the previous inhabitants, LL responding, "Yeah. Cool, huh? Cheaper than a chiropractor!"
"Oh really?" Jef looks about the room, seeing faces he knew. "And who gets to pull the trigger?"
Smart, but dumb, LL says, "No, it doesn't work like that. You see," he names his interrogator, "Josh is going to turn this wheel..."
"No I'm not!" Josh is adamant. "I told you, I'm not even into this stuff. Besides, when all this gets going, I'm out of here. I don't care if you fire me or not!"
Jef also notices, besides himself, Josh was the only guy half-dressed, from the waist, down, sides with him, "I don't blame you, if that's what this is all about."
This would not be the first time LL had rebellion in the ranks, on the first group encounter. He knew everyone doesn't have the same interests, nor should be compelled to follow along, "It's not about making anyone do anything. What this is about is two guys pairing up and having fun doing whatever spontaneously comes about. Josh, I'm not expecting you separate my limbs from my bod. Besides, it'll kill my skiing trip next spring!"
Standing there, a pouty look on his face, Josh was just taking it in, but Jef turns his lips towards Josh, "For that piss-poor joke I would give the wheel a few turns!"
He could take a joke, Josh saying, "Maybe I will!"
Playing it up, LL says, "Don't do anything rash guys... I know some other jokes?!"
However, Jef would never find out any of them, not now, Samuele Larrengina walking up to him, saying, "Hey, I'm your playmate. Ready to get it on?"
"Oh my," LL looks at the two, standing face to face.
Knowing the lumberyard-jack, Samuele liked to play rough, could take it, rough, but wondered, "Gio, want to step into my office?"
The rack was the center of attention, Gio getting up on the table, lowering himself down over LL's naked bod, his cock, much bigger than LL, stuffed down between his legs, does an instant pushup, complaining, "Ooh, that's rough!" he fondles his own cock, rubbing a thumb over the tip.
LL says, "Don't look at me, Gio. I'm not soothing that monster between my teeth!"
Rick shouts over, "I'll swallow, if you're not!"
Gio says, "Shut up Rick!"
Rick shut up, but secretly wanted to sooth what the wooden table did to Gio's shaft!
"What's the story, pairing up Jef and Samuele?" LL asks.
Josh hung around for the explanation, but it was making him horny, watching Gio, kneeling there over LL, which was supposed to be lying down on top of him, with the prospect of cock getting close to LL's canal opening, anyhoo, Josh was feeling more relaxed, like he wanted to unbuckle and get naked like the rest.
Whether it mattered or not, Josh missed Gio's explanation, him saying, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
Josh's eyes were as wide as saucers, "Uh... ah... um, I..."
Meant to scare him, friendly-like, Gio hops off the table, backs Josh up to the wall, "You lookin' so hard at my junk, must mean you want it, boy!"
Josh's jaw dropped open, as he stood there in awe of Gio being `unkind', but also wondering what Gio was getting at, butting his sixteen-shooter into the crease of his pants.
"Be gentle, Gio."
Gio leaves Josh alone, saying, "I better see you get hard, boy!"
"Get hard?" Josh wonders what that means.
He knew what it meant to get hard, like watching two guys making out, but, walking over to LL tied down, "I've never done any of this stuff. I don't think it's my thing. Well, I don't want to do it to you, that's for sure, LL."
"Ok." As simple as that, LL asks, "How about you untie me from this contraption and retie me to the bed in the next room?"
"You want to be tied to the bed?" Josh asks.
"You're not opposed to having sex, are you?"
Josh untied LL, took him to the other room, but then the question arose, about having sex and wanting to have it, only if were going to be something longterm. To work things out, LL decided he didn't want to be tied to the bed!
Out in the main room, the party was getting going. Unfortunately, not all of the people included on the roster of LL's new `family tree' had been able to be invited, having duties to fulfill.
In charge, as always, Gio had paired himself up with Darwin. Paired up with the chef, Travis was teamed up with Javier, Rusel with Buzz and seeing Sebastian walk in with Cyril, he says, "You're going to have a great time, Seb!"
Thinking he was going to be a prop, as Rick, stripped down, hanging around like a wall fixture, Sebastian says, "I hope better than Rick!"
To both of their delights, Cyrille says, "If you want, Gio, I can handle two slaveboys?!"
Flaunting that massive, muscular bod, Gio had no doubt, "Seb, go untie your brother!"
Cyrille, who had stripped down on the porch, dug into his bag of goodies, changed into a leather bikini, studded gauntlets and a cock-eyed looking piece which fit over his bulging biceps, asks, "Rick and Sebastian are brothers?"
"In pain only!" Gio responds, smiling.
He wasn't going to allow Cyrille to get away without getting his dibs in over a mancrush. Pressing fingers into the band of Cyrille's leather briefs, Gio reels him in for a kiss.
Without resistance, Cyrille had an idea he might like to do the same.
After breaking off the casual affection, Gio, seeing Sebastian and Rick approach, says, "I better hear the fruits of your labor!"
Showing Gio he was in full control, Cyrille says, "I was thinking of taking them for a few circuits of the warrior course."
Nodding his head, like in agreement, Gio shouts, "Okay! Change of plans. We're all headed out for some exercise! Hustle!"
Javier was happy to hear that. He had no idea what all this stuff was about. Finding Travis to be a hot muscle-bear of a man, for certain he didn't want to do anything which would mar this hot man's bod, "Thank God for that!"
Travis wasn't feeling the same, unfortunately. Stripped down and trussed up with wrists cuffed, stretching high above his shoulders, standing on his toes and having Javier sweetly, soothingly strum the sides of his rib, brush hands over his hairy pecs, it was getting real sweet!
Rusel, who could go through the motions, really wanted to get to know Buzz better. He was older, a little chubby, but had this incredible ginger coloring on his pecs, stripe down the middle and... if he got the urge he might just go versatile on the 31-year old!
What no one thought about, was alerting the pair in the back bedroom. However, the front room had gotten so steamy on it's on, LL and Josh weren't missed!
THe EnD!
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Copyright 2014 T. Chase McPhee
`Giv2GeT: HaRD iN THe SaDDLe', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.