The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
THe HaRDee BoYs 06 WriTten by Travis Chase McPhee
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Finding Sikandar's father and partner rather two jovial characters, the evening began slipping away quite rapidly.
"So what is it you two have planned for the evening?" Denis, Sam Sikandar's partner renders, with sexual overtones.
Sikandar, wise to Denis' 'often' comments, "I had planned on showing Jason some soccer moves, before taking him back to the dorm, but..."
"The dorm?" Denis questions, adding, "It's Friday night. Who wants to spend a stuffy weekend cooped up in the dorm." In a cagey manner he asks, looking at Jason, "Why don't you invite your friend to spend the weekend?"
Sikandar replies, "If it's alright with father?"
His father reacts, but not in a mean way, "What Denis wants, Denis gets?"
The two kiss.
"Thanks, but I was supposed to spend the weekend with my brother," Jason replies. "Besides, this is like a total spur-of-the-moment thing, hitch-hiking and all, Sikandar happening by to pick me up."
"Nonsense," Denis says insistently, "Sikandar and you look the same size. Besides, on the weekends in which we spend at home, none of us bother much with wearing clothes!" He turns to Sam and begins unfastening his bowtie.
"Not at the dinner table, Denis!" Sam brushes his hands away, refashioning his bowtie.
"If you haven't noticed, Denis can get a little frisky!" Sikandar replies to Denis' free manner with his father.
Denis acts appalled.
"A little?" Jason jokes.
"I resent that!" Denis replies more cheerfully, than with animosity. "And because of your snide remark, I challenge you to a round of mud-wrestling!"
Seriously, Sikandar says, "You are 'not' mud-wrestling with Jason, Denis, so get it out of your head!"
But Jason says, "Sounds interesting." In provocation, "I was quite the wrestler in high school. I bet I can wear Denis down!"
"You're on!" Denis yells across the table, his hand pointed like a gun.
Sam intervenes, "But I think we can leave the wrestling match until tomorrow?"
Denis is all smiles, the look on his face like forecasting a new weather pattern as he reveals, "Your father has a new porn flick and you two are invited to watch... in the 'nude' theater of course!"
"You've got a 'nude' theater? Like what's that about?" Jason asks.
Sikandar replies, "When father moved into the house, it was an ordinary home theater."
Sam jumps in to tell, "But when Denis suggested we remodel it..."
Cutting in, Denis picks up the pace, "I insisted the seating arrangement be taken out... how old-fashioned..." with flamboyance, "Now it is 'so' much more cozy, with plenty of padded floorspace for two," and hinting, "or more?"
Sikandar was happy when Jason replies, "Sorry, but I'm not into orgies!"
Denis wasn't giving up, at least the thirty-nine year old had the mud-wrestling match to look forward to.
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"You didn't think I was going to starve you boys to death, did you?"
Rick scrambled to his feet as a lantern lit up the underbelly of the barn.
Lying two bowls, tin, much resembling that of two large-sized dog dishes, Luke set them down on the hay floor.
"Don't you get any bright ideas, boy," Art Welcher directed to Rick, the barrel of his rifle used for discouragement.
"You're in a lot of trouble," Rick assures him, then drawing off his criminal justice knowledge, or something to the effect, "kidnapping, with intent to harm and a slew of other offenses, they'll be putting you away for a long, long time."
He hoped it would throw a scare into the perpetrator, but in a relaxed manner and laughing off Rick's accusations, "Save your breath boy. I know the law and without any witnesses, the law won't have a leg to stand on!" With that, he recalled Luke and his rifle in his hand protecting their exit, they left, casting the barn cellar into darkness once more.
Hearing a rustling in the hay, Rick hears John say, "We better eat up. Believe me, we'll need our strength for tomorrow."
Rick was hesitant, but caved in, easing his way on his hands and knees till he found John near the bowls of food. He brushed arms with him, a feeling coming over him, something much like Rick has had whenever touching male-to-male skin. Immediately it set off something in his brain. For now it didn't seem the right moment to react in one way, so chose another, "So, refresh my memory. When was it we met up?"
"First week. I started to befriend these guys, Jason and Jared. Jared, he's the one who introduced me to you. I'd expected it a lot different."
"Different, like how?" Rick replies, almost gagging on the food, asking, "What the hell is in here?"
"I don't know how true it is, but Luke told me pa adds a little piss?"
In the dark John hears Rick gag so tremendously it sounds like barfing, then saying, "How can you eat it, knowing?"
"Like I said, we're going to need all the energy we can for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow," Rick shunned it, and the idea, "if your homophobic old man thinks I'm going to do shit for him, it'll be a cold day in hell!"
"He's not homophobic."
"What?" Rick says, the bowl inbetween his legs, waiting for him to make up his mind whether to indulge or not.
"He says it, but he's really as gay as any of us. So is Luke, but he's not saying."
"But I thought the whole idea of this internet meetup with Luke, was revenge your pa was seeking for me?"
John explains, "He talks up a big show, but really he's into college guys. I don't know what snapped, but suddenly he's into this milking stuff and..."
"And what?" Rick expects it to be bad news.
"Yesterday he said he wanted to teach Luke how to fuck a guy, so used me as an example."
"Shit! He made your own brother fuck you?" Rick said with exclamation. Then mellowed out with, "Do you think Luke was liking it?"
"We used to talk when we were younger, a time when brothers do that type of thing. We both had a theory about ourselves. Before I came out, we had pooled out thoughts, saying stuff like we hoped to meet the man of our dreams, that we'd keep from having sex with guys until we met that special one."
"But you let me fuck you?" Rick recalling, "We didn't have any foreplay. It was like I was in your ass and out in a matter of ten minutes." His cock pulsated, remembering some of the details, like the tight fit. "So hell with the 'special someone' theory!"
"I know," John replies. "And I'm sorry I said something to my pa about it."
"What's done is done. What we should be griping about is how we're going to get ourselves out of this."
"There's more," John said, leaving his thoughts hanging on Rick's ears.
"More? About what?"
"When pa was interrogating me, he accused me of being fucked by every guy on campus. I told him 'no', that it was only you and I'm sorry, but I kind of put it in a way that I was bragging about you, telling pa you fuck guys day and night."
Rick thought about it before reacting. He comes to the conclusion, "Yeah, that's about right. So what of it?"
"I think his warped mind got this idea about how much cum he can extract from you, based on 'fucking guys day and night'?"
"Shit!" Rick replies in an accusing way.
"I know. I'm sorry. I hadn't intended on saying anything of the sort Rick. It's just that," John reflects on a few days prior, when his pa hung him by his arms in the barn and applied a strap to his back, "it hurt so bad, Rick. I just wanted it to be over, so I said anything which would mean something to him."
"Oh man, we've got to do some serious thinking about getting ourselves out of here." But for now, Rick didn't have a clue. For now he wasn't going to eat any piss-flavored dog chow!
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All night, as Jared pulled different jobs, bartending, when Heinrich 'conferred' with a client in the back room, then waiting tables, he kept eye on DJ Dobie Dildock aka D'Angelo. Like himself, sometimes Dobie was on the sidelines, more the dancing boy as he watched his uncle, DJ Rock deRock D'Angleo keep the jam going. Twice his uncle had gone with Heinrich to the backroom and he got his big chance to be number one DJ.
"Nice kid," Heinrich says to Jared, once again assuming his position as bartender.
"I think so," Jared replies. "Hopefully he'll hang around after closing."
"Well, if he's anything like his uncle, you better keep your fingers crossed!" Heinrich replies, adding a wink.
Jared pretty much figured out what was going on in the backroom, the one he vacated about an hour and a half ago. Though, it made for a horny story to shake one's soul to hear, "So, what do you two do in the backroom?"
"Either it's him or myself who catches the eye of some guy, we lure him back there and either dick him at both ends or double fuck him?"
Too busy to elaborate, Jared thought on it, his glutes contracting, with thoughts of two fully loaded barrels up his own ass!
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"Is he always like that?" Jason queries Sikandar on his father's partner.
"Always," Sikandar replies. And knowing not much about Jason, "What about yourself?"
"I suppose I'm your usual, unusual college student."
"Mind telling me why you just contradicted yourself?"
Jason replies, "I figured you a followup. Like every young guy, I get to wanting to get my rocks off in a certain way, but instead of choosing the roundabout way of an instant jerkoff, they pair up with the most convenient guy available. Take for instance my brother..."
"Let me guess, when it comes to sexual values, that's where the family tree stops?"
Giggling, Jason replies, "I think it stopped a little before that even." And he goes on to say, "I'm the more relaxed, especially when it comes to controversy. Jared puts up his dukes, whereas I try to resolve conflict with my brain."
"Really?" Sikandar replies as he holds open the door which leads to the backyard. Too, he's thinking Jason is unlike most of the horny guys floating about campus.
"Yeah, unlike a lot of guys, I'm at college for an education, not party and play."
Liking where Jason is going with this, the twenty year old goes from a casual walk beside him, to placing his left arm over Jason's left shoulder, letting it hang casually.
It doesn't go unnoticed, Jason's head stationary, but his eyes glancing to the tanned hand at the side of his head. He smiles, an indication of the way Sikandar is thinking at the moment. With ulterior motives he asks, "So, where does this mudfight Denis is talking about, take place?"
"Oh, I'll show you." He also explains as they walk across the lawn, "When my father was together with mother and the house was purchased, there was a sand lot out behind the pool, probably constructed as a playground for young children. It remained as such until the divorce. After father hooked up with Denis, it became a mud pit, since Denis was into mudfighting."
Backing up in his thoughts, Jason asks, "About your mother, how did she feel about your father being gay?"
Sikandar smiled and was silent until Jason coerced him into talking about it. "My own opinion, I don't think my mother is fully 'straight'. Through most of my childhood it seemed they were very much a couple, but in my latter teens, things changed."
"In what way?"
"She claimed she was going off on psychic retreats. When father was left alone, he would dodge out of the house at different times of the day. Sometimes at night, he would tell me he had to go back to the office, that he'd forgot to do something. I knew it was a pack of lies."
Jason probes, "And what made you suspicious?"
"I never told him, but one afternoon when I came back from school, in my senior year of high school, there was a message on the answering service. At first I thought I knew the name, because I 'do' have some foreign friends, but then was puzzled because I could not recall the name, 'Heinrich'."
"Heinrich Gudegast? The bartender down at the Wildwood Bar & Grill?" Jason exclaims.
"I found out it was him, but never confronted him with it. Why? Do you know him?" Sikandar replies as they stop about fifty feet from the 'playground'.
"My brother knows Heinrich quite well," though Jason didn't elaborate. He also says, "He's given me a job waiting tables and learning how to tend bar."
"I have heard from my soccer team members, Heinrich gives good sex."
Smiling, Jason says, "My brother would know. They have 'something' going." He knows he was being checked out for information regarding his promiscuity, from the time they left the back door, so investigates on his own intuition, "How about yourself? Any short or long term hookups since you..." he was going to begin from entering college, back backed up a few years, "since becoming of age?"
"In my junior year of high school I met someone, but it was kissing and feeling each other up without our shirts on. This is a quickly changing community, business-wise. He moved away. It had to suffice me until I got to college."
Not being serious, Jason says of it, "Until you met me!"
Turning towards Jason, Sikandar stares in Jason's eyes and in seeking more information, asks, "Would it bother you if people talked about you at college, of holding hands with a dark-skinned, Mideastern man?" he takes Jason's hands in his.
"If you're talking 'prejudice'... okay, I do have to confess I kissed the exchange student from Uganda, back in high school, but we didn't even get to taking our shirts off!" Jason says, giggling, but sending the message he wasn't biased when it came to race, nor color.
Taking Jason's hands in his, Sikandar then stokes it up, "Then it would not bother you to be kissed by a Turkish man?"
"How about yourself... kissed by a white dude?"
Originally, it had been Sikandar's idea to initiate the kiss, but Jason beat him to it, pulling their clutched hands till their chests collided.
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