You know the drill: 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.
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HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe: SMooTHe WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Thanks for letting me store my stuff here Pablo," Jake said to Edilson's brother with each armful of stuff he brought forth from the limo to the garage.
Next in line, Edilson, says to his brother, "Nice, huh?"
"He's okay," Pablo replies. Yet, deep down in side Pablo had much more of a response than an off-the-cuff remark, reflective of his visual perceptions of Jake.
A hasty glance at Pablo, noticing a hand in his jeans pocket, Edilson returns, "Yeah. Sure Pablo!"
Adam followed two minutes behind, saying, "Um, this is like worth a lot of money. I mean it's `money' and should probably be kept somewhere safer than here?"
"What's in it?" Pablo asks.
Directly behind Adam, carrying a bag of clothing, Jake informs Pablo, "My coin collection."
"No problemo!" Pablo says.
Adam had the whole case wrapped up in his arms. But with his hand taking it by the handle, Pablo lifted it out of the clutches of Adam's grip like it was a feather, "I'll put it in the house."
"Maybe I better come along," Jake said, dropping the bag, it bursting the seams.
He began following, but Pablo halted, turned around, gave Jake his first smile and replies, "Hey, you can trust me amigo!"
As Pablo disappears, Edilson appears. "A few years ago Pablo was on his way home and saw something strange by the side of the road."
Right away he had grabbed the attention of the two boys.
"It was a sack, more like a small backpack. It was locked, but the zipper which helped keep it sealed was torn. Of coursed he was `wowwed' when he found bundles of cash inside. He didn't bother counting it, but rather called the number on the side of the sack. Come to find out, the door of a security van had popped loose and it fell off the truck. Pablo could have had a nice stash all to himself, set him up in business, but instead earned himself a nice hundred dollar reward, which he refused to take, saying it was his duty to return the money. Gist of this story? You can trust Pablo!" He almost bowled Jake over, stuffing a bag in his arms.
"One thing?" Jake questioned him.
"What?"
"How did you hear what Pablo said from over by the car?"
"Supersonic hearing!"
"Slippery character!" Adam comments to Jake.
"Yeah, you've got to watch out for stuff like that," Jake says, still watching Edilson as he gets behind the wheel of the limo and cuts out.
Suddenly he realizes it, dropping the bag.
On Jake's wavelength, Adams says, "I know. How are we going to get home?"
"Hey!" Jake finally realizes it. "What happened to the reverend?"
"Good question," Adam replies, looking about as if for some goods.
"Some help," Jake voices opinion. "I saw him carrying my laptop and... hey... where is my laptop?"
"You don't think..." Adam had thoughts.
"And Pablo? Don't you think he should be back by now?"
The two rushed to the back of the garage and out the back door. On Jake's mind was not only was he out of possession of his laptop, but ditched Edilson's story and wondered where his coin collections were right now.
"I don't think we should jump to conclusions." There Adam was, reading Jake's thoughts again.
But Jake said anyway, "Pretty smooth. Probably the three of them are in on this together!"
Adam did think it was kind of strange for Edilson to pull out of the yard without saying so or even a goodbye, or an abbreviated wave.
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Figuring he would capture lunch, TJ headed for the `executive' cafe. Often though, if one of the highend-positioned personal was interested in chatting with one of the lower staff on the totem poll, the cafe would be integrated with the highs and lows of the Shipman-Inc staff. As he was about to enter, a familiar voice caught his attention.
"TJ, you've got to help me!"
"Chip! Where were you?"
"When?"
"I didn't see you at the funeral. Dad said..."
Chip derails him, "Who cares what Dad said. Listen, I met this guy at the funeral and we got to talking..." Then he shucked the small talk, "Forget about that. You need to help me."
"You said that," TJ said, his stomach feeling hunger pangs.
Then Chip comes out with it, "TJ, how do you know if a guy is doing a good job at sucking a guy's cock?"
With a straight face, TJ thought it over for about ten seconds, then burst out laughing, "What kind of a fuckin' idiot question is that?"
"I'm serious." Chip `was' serious.
"You're serious?"
Cutting to the chase, Chip responds, "I met this guy at the funeral..."
"You said that..."
"Will you shut the fuck up and listen?"
"I'm listening." TJ had the feeling if this was about a `guy' it could get pretty horny and let his stomach pangs go on override.
"He asked me to meet him later and all he could talk about is telling me how good a cocksucker he is. In fact, Brad told me he has had a lot of experience..."
Recognizing the name, wondering if he is the same person, TJ relays, "Not Brad, the-big-belly-bear-Buckboard, in purchasing?" He giggles.
"I'm trying to be serious TJ."
"Okay, I'm serious," He says, hiding his mouth from Chip, with his cupped hand over it, trying to stifle himself from laughing out loud.
"So, what about it?"
"About what?" TJ asks.
"The blowjob, stoopid!"
TJ stood there, arms folded across his middle, looking at his brother.
"I figured you should know, since you've given plenty of them."
He still pondered his brother's predicament. Then, grabs Chip's arm and begins dragging him down the hallway, "Come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"I have the sudden urge to pee!"
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"Pablo?"
"Devyn?"
Then walking towards him, Jake felt a bit concerned for himself, except when Pablo stood next to him, put his arm around Jake's shoulder and led him towards where Devyn was standing, saying, "C'mon over here. I want to show you something."
Adam followed, meeting up with Devyn, "We wondered where you were?"
Devyn says, "Oh, sorry about not helping out too much, but I came back here looking for some water and... well, look at it? Isn't it amazing?"
Guided by Devyn's arm around his shoulder, or rather his hand slipping down to his shoulder blade, he was escorted around the yard, Devyn telling what he's learned, "Pablo is an artist. He's been making these sculptures for the past five years. Look at this one."
"What is it?"
"What does it look like?"
Adam cupped his hand under two round metal spheres, saying, "Are yours this big?"
Devyn did a quick yard search, then proceeded to unbuckle his belt.
"What are you doing Devyn?"
"Answering your question!"
All Adam could do is smile, thinking what a whacko this guy is, especially for a man of the cloth! Funny thing is, as Devyn unbuckled, unzipped and then proved to Adam he indeed was bigger then the two sculpted pieces of fruit, drew his briefs down over his endowment, parking the elasic under his `fruit'.
"Well, I guess that answers my question!"
"Your turn!"
Adam stood there with his hands on his torso. "I never met such a horny priest before!"
"Oh, so you've met others?"
"Let me rephrase that," Adam says, a sly gaze on his face, "I never met a horny priest."
Then, dropping his balls back into his briefs, positioning his 8c so it fit properly back in the package, Devyn zips and buckles up. "I'm not a priest."
"Then what are you?"
"My title is not a priest. Jesus how I hate being called that!"
"What's the difference?"
"Not much other than when I think of the word `priest', I think of some old Catholic priest sodomizing little boys."
"You've got some imagination Devyn."
"Just do me a favor?"
"Okay. What? Oh wait. I'm not dropping my pants to show you how big my balls are!"
"Adam. I'm not going to ask you to drop your pants so I can lust over your luscious manhood!"
Maybe not, but then why was Adam starting to get some pings from the land down under?
"Um, are you like `allowed' to give a guy a blowjob, Devyn?"
"Hey, I'm human first and `priest' second."
"Oh, so you `do' sodomize boys?"
The two stare at each other and smiled.
Adam skips waiting for an answer. "Well, being your a... a... um, what should I call you?"
"Try minister."
"Right. Um, if you're a minister, then don't you have to follow some kind of rules?" Adam asks, not sure if he's explaining himself correctly.
"Listen, just because I'm a minister of the Word, doesn't mean I'm not going to get horny from time to time. I'm horny like every other gay... or heterosexual guy and I'm not going to go through life being celibate. I take great pleasure in running my tongue over a guy's cock and I'm not depriving myself of those pleasures."
"You don't do balls?"
"Well!" Then, reserved and a bit on the devilish side, Devyn says, "I'd like to do `your' balls!"
Thinking about it in recent times, as of the period from high school graduation until now, Adam has thought of Jake's personality rubbing off on him, "Really, I'd like you to do more than my balls!"
"Adam?" Jake questioned, when he and Pablo returned to the open yard from the barn.
But Adam didn't hear him, so engrossed in the hold Devyn had on him, affixed with his lips on Adam's lips.
"Man do they have the right idea!" Pablo says. Built like a rugged cowboy, he suggests, "How about you and I go back in the barn and check out more of the art work?"
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"TJ, I didn't mean for you.... to....."
"Hey, what are brothers for, but to help each other?" TJ responded to Chip as he stood behind his brother, loosening his tie.
"What happens if somebody... Sam... anybody, comes in?" Chip questioned his brother in a nervous response to him pulling his tie from the collar.
As he went for the buttons on his brother's shirt, TJ says, "I have us covered... the old `wastebasket under the doorknob trick'?"
"But still," Chip acted with a tinge of frightfulness as TJ got to the last button, then started on his belt buckle.
"Remember when you were sixteen and I was stoned?"
Suddenly Chip's butterflies in his stomach flew away, a smile and a feeling of fun coming over him. "I can't believe `you' were offering me fifty bucks to give me my first blow job, TJ!"
"You turned out to be quite the businessman, bro!"
Chip remebered, raking in the big bucks after the first time, raising his rates. "Right, until you found out where I was stashing it and stole it back to feed your habit?"
"I paid you back and let you take the interest out on my hide, so what are you complaining about?"
Smiling, Adam thought about those days not too long ago. Sure, his father was his pal in those days, but young boys have secret thoughts they don't share with anyone except big brothers. He reckoned, "I guess I learned not only how good a blowjob feels, but..."
"Yeah and you sure did develop a nice, fine tool!" Same time mentioning it, TJ's hand swept over the tube formed in Chip's briefs.
"I can't believe how good it felt that first time, TJ," Chip said, his eyes gently closing as TJ's hand used the cotton fabric to do some sensual massaging.
Perhaps their father was partial when it came to father-son activities, but as far as brotherly love went, Chip would learn one of the finer crafted subjects, one which they didn't teach you in school, his brother being both pawn and instructor for him. "Hee-hee.. yeah and I can't believe how you came out with the most perfect words."
"Words?" Chip asks, opening his eyes, turning his head and looking down at TJ.
"Yeah," TJ stops licking Chip's ass long enough to recall, "there I was, lying back on the bed, my hands cupped around my thighs, waiting for my sweet brother to plant his gourd right in me and `then'," he acts dramatically, "when you shoved it in me.... oh by the way, how come you went and did that? It hurt like fuckin' hell Chip!"
"Shut up TJ. I like told you five thousand times. It was my first time. Besides, you were so fuckin' horny and putting the pressure on me to get my loaded cock inside you, you didn't mention to ease it in. How was I to know you wanted it put in nice and slow? Shit TJ!"
"I know... I know..."
"Then stop giving me bullshit and get your lips on my cock!"
"I love it when you talk like that to me," TJ says as he walks on his knees around Chip.
Then, like they haven't done in a few years, Chip says in a deep, dark, masculine voice, "You want it boy?"
Looking up at Chip, his brother says, "Yes sir." Same, the mention of the beginnings of their roleplaying, like several times in their past growing-up history, TJ sits up on his knees, coupling his hands behind his back.
"Kiss it!"
"Yes, sir." TJ puckers up his lips and kisses the head of his brother's cock.
"Now eat!"
Engulfing Chip's shaft in one `gulp', TJ cupped his lips and smoothly worked the hard barrel.
It then occured to Chip. Taking TJ's mane in his hand, he roughly pulled him off, "Hey, what were those words?"
"What words?"
"The words I said when I forced myself into you, stoopid!"
"Oh that... you said, `Oh man does that feel good!'" TJ resumed sucking on Chip's lollipop!
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Jake had gotten mighty horny, at even just the thought of doing something with Pablo. However, back in the barn, the door closed, board across it keeping them sealed in, his wanting began to turn towards worrying.
"So. We might as well get comfortable, huh?"
Pablo was a giant of a man to Jake, at least he seemed to be with the gallon size cowboy hat, projecting his height upwards into the six-footer category. He stood there and watched as he undid the buttons of his flannel shirt.
"Oh, so you want a little show do you?"
"Um, yeah," Jake replied, not sure if he liked the way this was going, but Pablo stripping for him made for a nice stall. He couldn't lie to himself, feeling `something' as Pablo spread the edges of his shirt and slowly peeled it from his shoulder, allowing it to fall behind his back, catching it on his hands.
"Like what you see?"
"Uh yeah. You look good," Jake responded a bit nervous.
Then, still with the cowboy hat on, Pablo continued the show, running his own hands over his hairy pecs. He stopped to tweak his own nips. "Mmm that feels so fuckin' hot. Work'em hard if you want to see my cock get `extra' hard!"
His head dropped, glancing back up to Pablo's hands, twisting his own nips, then back down. Sure enough - Pablo's jeans were filling up quick! But at the same time he was feeling a bit intimidated by Pablo's smooth words and the size of his crotch cavity.
"Bet you can't wait to see it, huh?" Pablo said as he tugged on his jeans before undoing the belt buckle, making them sag, causing his thick treasure trail to become longer, incorporated with his dark brown pubes.
It's then Jake figured it best to level with him, "Uh, Pablo, there's something I want to say."
"You've got a boyfriend already? Um," he nods towards the door, "you and Adam?"
"No. We're not boyfriends Pablo, but...."
"Great!" He replied, putting on a big grin. Pablo continues working at his belt.
"Pablo," Jake finally said when he came closer, putting his hand on Pablo's chest, right between the nips, "what I wanted to tell you is I don't suck cock!"
"Oh man..."
Jake thought this was it. Either Pablo was going to get all bent out of shape, rip his clothes off and go to town on his ass or...
"We're gonna get along just great! Hey, have you had your cock throated yet?"
Too much in shock that things were turning out to the good, he stood there, wordless.
"Because if you haven't, you're in for a treat. If you're long enough... well why don't we just see what you're packin'?"
Still silent, Jake shucked off the worries as Pablo, kneeling with still his pants down and around his ankles, began to strip him!
Meanwhile, out in the yard Devyn and Adam were getting along pretty well. Unlike Pablo, Adam was far more conservative. After one kiss, the one Jake witnessed, the two sat on a handmade bench for two, a slightly weird deco.
Devyn was winding up his life story, "So, this is where I am and after I'm done doing the research for my book, I'm going to serve notice and... and then I don't know what I'm going to do!"
"Sounds like a solid plan," Adam said in a cool, controlled tone.
It made Devyn laugh, then Adam's humor caving in.
"So, what are your plans, of which I'm sure college is one of them?"
"Actually?" Adam looks up at Devyn, after looking at the ground, tossing some pebbles in his hand at some weed growing there.
"Yes?"
"I know this sound dumb, but even though I don't know much about cooking, I'd like to be a chef."
"So, why not?" Devyn asks. "Everybody has to start somewhere."
"Yeah, I know, but my mom wants me to follow in her footsteps and go into business."
"Any in particular?"
Adam stopped a minute, saying, "Um, you just put your hand on my shoulder."
"Oh," Devyn replies, picking his hand up, but not moving his arm. He looks at it as if looking for something. Then he says, "It's clean?"
Adam smiles at him, reaches across with his right hand to his left shoulder and puts his hand back. "You can leave it there."
"Thanks," he replies with a smile. "So, your career?"
"She's a manager at store in the mall."
"And what does your father do?"
"My father's dead."
His hand became more responsive, clutching at Adam's shoulder with saying, "Oh I'm so sorry Adam. I wish I had known. I wouldn't have..."
"It's okay Devyn."
And at this moment, Devyn thought what was beginning was over. He had over stepped his boundaries with taking Adam into his arms and hugging him.
Not so, as Adam and he broke off the sympathetic affection. Given the space between, Adam says, "They teach you how to hug like that in seminary?"
"Sure," Devyn replies. "It's required. Every divinity student has to take Hugging 101!"
"I guess you passed with flying colors!"
Devyn picked up on it right away. Staring away into Adam's eyes, the twenty-four year old minister saw his eyes drop. "What?" he presses in on his shirt. "I spill gravy on me?"
"No. Never mind," Adam replies.
"Tell me!" Devyn says with a bright smile. "They say confession is good for the soul?"
"I suppose it's nothing to get your bal... I mean to be offended about, but..." he took in a deep breath, "I really only got in to it after we graduated... well that's not true," Adam cocked his head in thought.
"Will you get on with it?"
They both smiled, Adam taking the helm to say, "I like hairy guys. There. I've said it. Call me weird."
"Weird Adam. Yeah, it fits!"
Adam drops his head backwards, "Ugh!"
"Now can I tell you `my' weird fetish?"
Suddenly, Adam's head snapped back into place, him saying, "You've got one too?"
"Probably even weirder than yours?"
"Okay. Tell me."
"In fact it's probably the weirdest thing you've ever heard."
"Okay, so you got even," Adam talked about the stall. "Tell me."
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
"Please?"
Devyn smiled and with last word of caution, "Don't act shocked."
"Hurry up before I fall asleep," Adam dropped his chin to his chest with a fake snore.
"Wake up!" Devyn said, snapping his fingers like reviving a person in a trance.
It's what Adam did, saying, "Where am I?"
Without further ado, Devyn states, "I like being tied to the bed with neckties and getting fucked!" He waited.
Playing the period of silence for all it was worth, Adam seriously joked, getting up from the bench, "I'm outta here!"
"Wait!" Devyn calls out, grabbing Adam's wrist.
Freezing in his tracks, Adam turns back his head, saying, "Gotcha!"
"C'mere you!"
But Adam pulled on is wrist and got away. All over the yard the two ran playing a game of `cat-chases-mouse'.
Hiding behind a sculpture, Devyn says, "Wait till I get my hands on you!"
"Mmm," Adam said with a smile, flicking his eyebrows.
Then, running around the side of the barn, first thing to strike Adam was `wow', second thing is he was still trying to keep a distance between himself and Devyn. So he hopped the wooden fence. "C'mon old man. I dare ya!"
Devyn was game for the dare. Backing up he said, "I haven't done this in years, but here goes!"
"Back up further."
"Right," he said, backing up.
"No. Further!"
He wasn't watching where he was going and tripped over some piece of sculpture. What looked like a human head, fell off. "Oops!"
"Just stick it back on. Pablo will never know the difference."
Shouting back, Devyn said, "Yes, but God will!"
Adam says, "Are you going to hop this fence or are you woosing out on me Devyn?"
That got him going. Placing the `head' back on the sculpture, it fell off. He tried again. It would not stay. He forgot about it. Then, spitting in his hands, putting them together, he slid his feet on the ground, like a bull getting ready to charge the red blanket. "Here goes!" He said.
Adam yells out, "Char-r-r-r-r-r-rge!"
If Devyn had only placed a large bet on it, he would have come out of Adam's dare a richer man. The unfortunate thing is, after Devyn hopped the fence, he couldn't stop running and ran right into Adam. In turn, Devyn took Adam with him, the two pushed right over the edge of the swimming pool.
"Help! I can't swim Devyn said," his head dipping below the water.
"Oh shit!" Adam called out, reaching under the water and taking his sneakers off, allowing them to sink down into Davy Jones' locker.
Coming up again, he yelled, "Ha-al-l-p!"
Good thing Adam was a good swimmer and was going for his certificate in training. At least he learned the basics, even though he didn't quite yet qualify for lifeguard duty. "Be right there," Adam said. And hastily he cut through the water like a hot knife through butter, looking very professional as he took Devyn under the chin. Waving the other hand through the water, he towed Devyn to the low end of the pool. "Oh no you're not!" Adam declared when he detected Devyn passed out. Getting him up on the edge of the large, weird-shaped swimming pool, he got to `touch' Devyn's hairy chest, but not for a reason of pleasure. He pumped, he blew his breath inside Devyn's mouth, pumped, breathed, pumped, breathed and finally Devyn coughed and snapped out of it.
"You saved my life!"
"Are you alright?"
"Fine," he said, sitting up.
"Whew! I'm so glad. For a minute there I think it was touch and go," Adam said, pulling his soaked tie from his collar, as his feet dangled in the water.
"I owe you my life," Devyn claims.
"I would have done it for anybody. Although, it helps if the person is male and drop dead gorgeous!"
"Oh. Who would that be?" Devyn asks, parking his ass on the cement ledge next to Adam.
"I don't know. Some guy who likes to hop fences and push people in the pool." Then he notices. "Damn! My new sneakers. My mom's gonna kill me if they shrink up!"
"I'll get `em!"
Adam watches as Devyn stands up. "Wait! You can't swim!"
But he was first astounded out of his gourd as Devyn stands, tears open his shirt like Superman, announces, "Adrian Devyn Boyet the fourth to the rescue!"
Plunging head first, like an Olympian, Adam says to himself, "I can't believe I got suckered into that one!"
"Here you go!" He walks up the three or four underwater steps and deposits the pair into Adam's hands, then sits next to him.
"Must be a Guinness Book Record."
"What is?" Devyn asks, patting himself down to help the water drain off.
"You should really write to them and state your case."
"Which would be?"
"Learning to swim in less than five seconds?" Adam puts it to him.
"Hee-hee... you're not going to hold that little fib against me, are you?"
Adam's shirt was open, but he hadn't taken it off yet. Getting an idea, seeing Devyn's bod hair all wilted with water, his pecs looking sopped, every follicle dripping down, pooling towards mid-chest, running down the dark trail painted down Devyn's abs and into the folds of his stomach, he couldn't resist, taking his shirt off.
"What are you doing?" Though Devyn got an idea he would be liking the reason Adam was stripping his wet dress shirt off. "Nice!" he said of the smooth bod.
"Since you mentioned it, I thought I would `hold it against you'."
Corny or not, Devyn took it all serious, pushing Adam gently back onto the apron of the circular-squared off pool. "I'm gonna lick off every drop of water from your hot, smooth, bod!" and he rubbed his hands over Adam's bod, his thumbs catching on his nips.
Both in long dress pants and socks, Devyn mounted Adam for purposes of first licking at his face, which led to some nice kissing. Down Adam's neck his tongue slid, Adam cooing with the sensual pleasuring.
"This is so beautiful," he said of Adam's smooth pecs, except for the small rings of hair follicles still trying to grow in.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Adam moaned when Devyn's tongue swept over a nip, his thumb massaging the other one.
Doing as promised, Devyn licked every inch of Adam's pecs, taking special care of his sensitive nips. "Got some sensitive ones there, huh?"
"I didn't know until you just did them," they talked of nips. "But can you just shut up and get back to work?"
They exchanged silent thoughts, smiling at each other. Then Devyn got back to work!
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