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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state 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: HoT DoG! WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Meanwhile, at Chez Saviane, Adam and TJ were finishing up their appetizers, along with TJ concluding a chapter in the Shipman Family archives.
"So you see, if it wasn't for Chip's meddling in my affaits at this particular place in time, I probably wouldn't have been appointed human resources, wouldn't have even been employed by the family business. Yep, by learning his strategy it at least got my father off my back."
"I hadn't realized what a smart guy Chip is," even though Adam was thinking a bit sneaky in his approach.
"Yeah, right? Under that geeky disguise, there's a mastermind at work!"
"It saved your skin, didn't it?"
"Right. Father must've seen some good in me or else the corporal punishment would have continued."
"I'm just glad you decided to follow Chip's strategy and at least pretend to be somebody who you aren't." Then thinking about it, Adam repairs his thought, "Wait! That didn't come out the way I meant it to be."
"Maybe, but it's the way it was... is. But don't worry. Someday our father will be either retired or off into the wild blue yonder. Then, Chip and I will be running the business."
Adam joked, "Is that good news or bad?"
Laughing, TJ again heralded Adam with the titling, "You're a funny guy!"
There was one thing on Adam's mind troubling him, "I'm curious."
"About?"
Leaning in to their table so others around would not hear, Adam wiggled his finger for TJ do the same. "What was the outcome of the cable guy and you?"
"Oh! So right after I swore off to Chip I wouldn't do anymore of that stuff, I ran out front and caught the cable guy right before he was ready to leave. We finished up in the back of his truck."
"No, I meant did the cable Tv start operating correctly?"
Of course Adam was joking and the two laughed it off, TJ offering his famous phrase of Adam being a funny guy.
Their laughter died down right before the waiter shows up. Adam informs TJ, "I think I'll have some soup. How about yourself?"
"Soup is going to keep you filled for the whole day, Adam?"
"Probably not, but it'll keep my wallet filled!"
Adam was getting sick of hearing himself being called a funny guy!
"Nonsense. It's on me. Want me to order for you?"
"From the looks of these prices, you better!" Adam filed it away for future use. Also, he notices, when a patron wants to order he waves his hand in the air like an orchestra conductor starting off the band.
"Kostas, this is my new associate, Adam Telemann." And as the tall Greek bends to offer a handshake, removing one white glove first, TJ keeps telling, "Mr. Telemann will be a regular at Chez Saviane, so please remember him the next time he comes in?"
Still hung up on the pricing, Adam questions, "More like irregular!" After saying it, Adam has come to the conclusion it is not too tough to get TJ laughing. Still, it lightened the burden of knowing if he came here regularly he wouldn't be able to afford college!
"I never forget a face," Kostas replies.
Adam smiled back at Kostas. It was all too obvious Kostas' smile was meant as something more than extending good customer service.
"Now, have you gentlemen made up your mind?" And turning to Adam, "Mr. Telemann?"
He was going to say TJ, but being everyone was acting formal, he tells Kostas, "Mr. Shipman is doing the ordering for me."
Then he felt like a jerk when Kostas directs to TJ, "What will it be TJ?"
And he knew the two had something going between them when TJ `scolds', "Kostas really? Where are your manners?"
"Oh I'm so sorry Mr. Shipman. Please. I beg forgiveness!"
TJ replies to Kostos, "You know how you can make it up to me!"
Adam smiled after seeing TJ wink at Kostas. And after TJ placed the order, Adam asks, "So, what have you and Kostas have going?"
Lightheartedly, TJ says, "You know you better watch yourself or you'll be as crafty as the Chipster!"
It's not what he's sensed from Chip, so asks, "It's not at all how I've found `the Chipster' to be," he used TJ's nickname for his brother. "Mind filling me in?"
"How much did he tell you?"
"Not much other than he asked me a bunch of questions like if I've ever been kissed, sex stuff. You know. Stuff gay guys ask each other?"
"The innocent approach," TJ replies, with meaning to leave Adam hanging.
"Innocent approach? Like how would that go?"
"It's not only Chip teaching me a thing or two about how to get along with our father?"
"Go on."
Before he did, Kostas appears, Adam still amazed at his six foot, two inch tall height lurking over them. On a tray he had two bowls of soup.
"To be continued," he mentions to TJ. "Oh good. You listened to me!" Adam said of his original order.
"Appetizer?" Kostas said, placing a cloth napkin on the table, then a white saucer, the bowl of soup on top of the saucer, a spoon on the saucer.
"Mmmm, smells good," Adam said of the steaming broth.
Kostas replies, "La Soupe a l'Oignon Gratinee Traditionnelle."
"I don't know French," Adam says.
Deciphering it to a `T', Kostas tells him, "Traditional baked onion soup with melted gruyere cheese. I am sure you will like it."
Adam goes to sip a spoonful.
Kostas places his hand on Adam's, "Slowly Mr. Telemann. It is quite hot."
"Thanks," Adam replies. He noticed the hair underneather the white cuff of Kosta's shirt. Ever since Sam brought up this `bear' stuff, or was it he? Didn't matter. He's been self-conscious of other men being hairy and he was getting a kick out of it, plus some good vibes.
"And what is this other than salad?" Adam asks of the plate of greens set before each of them.
"La Salade de Laitue et d'Endive et sa Vinaigrette de Dijon au Citron," Kostas replies.
TJ translates this time, "A bunch of French weeds with some lemon-mustard dressing."
"How uncouth!" Kostas says of TJ's rendition. And then proceeds to correct him, "It is Boston lettuce and endive salad with lemon-dijon vinaigrette."
Adam smiled because the two exchanged smiles, then broke the ice, "At least I got the lemon right!"
Kostas dictates to Adam, "If you have any further questions about our menu, please direct them to me!" He then went on to uncork a bottle of bubbly, saying, "On the house."
"Don't give me two much of that stuff. Half of a glass will do," Adam says of Kostas holding two flutes.
He filled one with a little in the bottom.
"I think I can have a little more than that!" Adam says of the two cents worth.
Kostas looks to TJ who says, "Yeah, he's for real!"
He explains to Adam in his Greek accent, "You are to taste first and then you tell me if you like it."
Taking the glass to his lips, Kostas instructs him to smell first. Then Adam tips it slowly, looking cross-eyed as it flows slowly down the side of the long glass. He tastes and tips it up rather quickly. "Tastes good to me. What is it?"
"Dom Perignon," Kostas replies.
But TJ describes it as, "It'll more than empty your wallet!"
"How much is it? No. Never mind. I don't wanna know!" Adam asks, then changes his mind. But without further ado he asks, "What's up next Kostas, so I can get my tastebuds ready?"
"Would you prefer Filet de Saumon Roti sur un Lit d'EpiSauce au Citron or Le Poulet Basquaise et sa Ratatouille Nicoise? In other words, salmon or chicken?"
Slapping his hand on the table, "You just busted my chops for being uncouth, Kostas!" TJ says in a flabberghasted tone.
Smiling back at TJ, with an evil grin on his face sent the message, TJ getting it strong and clear. Of course Adam only got it as something significant between the two, a secret message, without a clue of translation.
However, after Kostas had vacated their table, Adam went about sipping his soup, asking, "You have to finish up your story about Chip, but I'm more curious to know what you and Kosta have going?"
Adam ate, alternating between soup and salad as TJ did what Adam had done, leaned in to tell a tale of helping Kostas, who had just gotten `off the boat' from Greece, set him up with an apartment, which happened to be his own for awhile till Kostas began drawing a payroll check.
"How come you didn't hire him at Shipman?"
"Because somewhere in the afterglow, between the sheets, he elaborated on his lifetime dream to have his own restaurant."
"But he's a waiter."
"I know. I tried lending him the money for cooking school but Kostas said he had to do it his way."
"So he doesn't know anything about cooking?"
"How do you mean that?"
Adam was stifled a minute by TJ's inquiry. Then a big smile came over him as he asks, "It's a joke, right?"
"You're catching on quick, Adam!"
"So let me rephrase it. Does Kostas know anything about cooking `in the kitchen'?" Although, Adam was trying to speculate how spectacular Kostas was with TJ, heating up the sheets!
Their conversation went on like this for roughly two hours, serious talk, then off the beaten track, Adam learning not only about Chip and Kostas, but some other figures around Shipman-inc. He marveled at the taste of salmon, tasting some of TJ's, since he ordered the chicken, recalling never having tasted salmon. He tried insisting on sticking with the chicken, but TJ had his plate taken away and replaced with the salmon.
"Are we going to have to pay for two dinners?"
"No. `I' am not going to have to pay for two dinners!" TJ replied.
"I should at least leave the tip?"
"You just save your money for college. You can pick up the tab next time."
Adam gulped. "Sure, but let's make it pizza?"
There went TJ, cackling off his seat.
Clearing the table as dishes were emptied, Kostas announces, "Now we have either La mousse au Chocolat et Coulis de Fruits Rouges or La Creme Brulee a la Vanille?"
"I don't know what it is, but if it has chocolate in it, bring it!" Adam orders up.
"Funny guy," Kostas says, smiling, but not laughing as much as TJ.
"Hey wait Kostas! You forgot me!" TJ complains when the Greek waiter walks away.
"You're getting the same!"
"Quite the dictator?" Adam questions TJ.
"Oh you haven't seen him in action."
"Meaning?" Adam asks.
"Well now. That's a whole new can of worms, which I will go into some other time with you."
"Can't you give me a hint?"
Another smile accompanied his giving in, TJ telling, "One night when we were at home, we both had a little too much to drink. Kostas asks me to get him another drink. I told him to get it himself. He then has this attitude come over him and he starts calling me `boy'. Tell you the truth it kind of turned me on. So, I went to the bar, uncorked another bottle of wine, brought it and two glasses over to where we were partying on the sofa. Well, Kostas suddenly informs me the sofa is only for humans to sit on!"
"Huh?" Adam wasn't getting it.
"In other words, he was the human and I was the `low-life' or his slave."
"But slavery is dead."
"It was only roleplaying."
"Oh. So then what happens?"
It wasn't strange at all, when TJ was telling about Kostas before, telling how he allowed Kostas to lay out in the bed at his home, a mere stranger and found it extremely pleasurable to lick the Greek's pits, work his way to the furry chest, a hand guided to his pecs and made to suckle on his nips and then take care of his hot dog, complete with the creme-filled, bulging, hairy balls and then after pumping Kostas up, taking his load down his throat. Second version had him taking it up the ass. Third version was the one he was telling now.
"He took the bottle of wine and both glasses. One glass he half fills with wine. He asks me if I am thirsty."
"I take it you would be even if you weren't?"
TJ giggles and keeps telling his story, "He had me kneel like a dog and then he takes his cock and dips it in the wine glass."
"Ewe!" Adam found it replusive.
But TJ returns with excitement, "Best tasting cock I've ever had!"
Adam makes a sign, a finger over his lips.
"Oops!" TJ replies to saying it out loud, a little above his normal voice level.
But as it stands there wasn't anyone else in Chez Saviane except a college couple in the corner. The two guys looked up, but then continued with their conversation.
"So did you get your fill?"
"And how!" TJ replied.
Adam knew it meant more than wine!
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Tables turned, Sam came out the big winner as he withdrew his half-sized cock from the squeeze job he got on Pierre's throat. With his spent load, the boss, Alexander Shipman had pulled up, zipped up and left the exec lounge.
Pierre wouldn't shut up, saying, "Oh man we've got to get together more often Sam."
He was talking Sam's language and if it was meant to keep Sam stoked, it was working! "Anytime you get the urge, you pick up the phone.. I always have a man around to cover for me." Then in a caring way, "I hate to see a man go through the day suffering so!"
Half-dressed, without a shirt, Pierre cuddles up to Sam's hairy chest and puts a hold on the head of security, "Say, I took the bus to work this morning. Do you think I can get a ride home with you?"
"My, aren't we aggressive?"
Meant to seduce, physically and psychologically, Pierre bends at the neck and tastes Sam's furry pec.
"Ooooooooh!" Sam replies, losing his balance, his butt falling back onto the sink ledge, his head dropping back as he lets out a long sigh.
"So, can you give me a lift home?"
Sam's all for it, both knowing the address!
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"Hey, I'll catch you later, okay Adam?"
"Sure," Adam replies as TJ drops him at the lobby. But Adam's curiosity is piqued, not seeing Sam at the glass security booth. After drinking probably one-third of the bottle of Dom Perignon, he wasn't feeling his usual, reserved self. "Whoa!" he says out loud, but not loud enough so the whole world can hear.. More a comment to seeing a hot guy standing in Sam's place. It was obvious Sam was not around. Adam asks, "Is Sam around?"
Looking to his watch, it looked like something bothered the cocoa-brown-skinned dude. He answers, "Sam left to go to the jon. He should be back any minute." Of course the young dude wondered if Sam stopped off some other place since he has been gone almost fifty minutes.
The whole time, even though the dude pointed off down the hallway, Adam's attention stayed affixed on the dark-as-coal eyes. "Could you please give Sam a message?"
"Sure. Let me find a piece of paper..." and after flipping over the page on a clipboard and manning a Bic pen, he says, "Ready!"
Adam stared straight ahead.
The security dude did likewise. "Your message sir?" he questioned.
"Sir?" Adam laughed, almost as loud as TJ. "Me a `sir'? I'm like about as old as you. How old are you?"
Smiling, he was only obligated to return his age, but liked the casualness at which Adam did the asking and replies, "I'm a sophomore at Nadeau College of Fine Arts and..."
"Cool! I like art too. I want to be an artist...only," and Adam goes on to share, "my mom doesn't think like I do. She says I should get a job in business. She says being an artist is an `iffy' career and I'll only wind up as a pauper, begging on some street corner."
Two things were being dealt with here, one, Adam being so cute and the other, "Not if you are serious about your work and have talent?"
"I do have talent!" Adam said indignantly as he more and more took up space on the counter, his arms seemingly keeping his knees from being too relaxed.
Feeling he should offer, "I'm Kafry Walsh," he extended his hand in gesture, but also not sure if Adam was going to be able to keep his steady posture.
With a questioning look on his face, Adam took Kafry's hand in his, but didn't shake it - just held on as he replies, "They don't seem to go together."
"Huh?" Kafry asks, a look of question on his face.
"What you said first and `Walsh'."
He wasn't sure Adam was going to get it, even if he repeated his name over a few times. "Don't get me wrong, but have you been drinking?"
"Can I tell you a secret?" Adam asks, a smile on his face.
"Of course. I'm security here. I'm supposed to keep secrets. What's your secret?"
It was good enough for Adam, so he whispers, "TJ took me out for lunch and I think I drank too much champagne. I'm not sure if I'm going to make it through the rest of the afternoon. You got someplace to lay down?"
Kafry replies, "There's a cot in the security room. Whoever is `lucky' enough to have to stay after closing, uses it, if that helps?"
"We better hurry," Adam replies.
"You wait here a second," Kafry said, not wanting to allow Adam to stop caressing the edge of the security booth. Walking around, he also looked around. "Coast is clear," he said as he first took Adam by the arm, then had to steady him further with his arm around Adam's waist.
"Never do that again!" he said to Kafry as they moved across the floor.
"Good thing lunch hour has ended," and to clue Adam in to what he meant, "or there would be plenty of spectators!"
"You're being so nice to me," Adam replies.
The shortest route, Kafry took the stairs. Too, he didn't want to take the chance of confrontation, should an elevator open to a carraige full. "One step at a time....." he realized he introduced himself, but didn't get a name in return, "what's your name?"
Getting a bit silly, "Today it's drunk Adam... Drunk Adam, the no-good-pauper of an artist!" He giggled.
Kafry smiled, thinking how silly Adam was being, but figured it was the alcohol in his blood. Same time though he frowned upon Adam thinking this way about himself, feeling sorry that, even though it was his mother, somebody else was taking his freedom away from being whom he wanted to become. "We're almost there `Drunk Adam'," Kafry mused. He stood Adam up against the wall and went for the handle of the door, to pull it open. "Whoaaaaa there, drunk Adam!" he said as he shifted himself around, his hand steady Adam against the wall, his palm dead center of Adam's chest.
He was unable to complete his mission, as Adam had put one hand on his wrist, the other on his hand and had to listen to Adam make comment, "You have such a nice hand, Kappry. And your wrist! Oh my God what a nice, hairy wrist!"
Putting on a toothy grin, Kafry giggled, seeing Adam's expression as he seriously talked about his wrist as if Leonardo da Vinci talking about anatomy! One hand was still on the door handle, but he was too much enjoying Adam's anatomy lesson.
And then he was totally shaken out of his gourd when Adam asks, "Would you mind if I took a taste of your arm?"
Kafry didn't know what to think or even respond to the smiling face.
Suddenly, Adam lost the big expression of joy, saying, "Oops! Sorry `bout that." And then as if casual conversation, "I'm gay and well, I kind of met this bear today... Sam!" he related, "You know Sam, right?"
"My boss," Kafry replies, actually feeling a little more horny than surprised at Adam's pick of subject matter.
"He's really hairy, you know?"
Kafry smiled at Adam, feeling a little embarrassed. If Adam only knew how many glances he stole, watching Sam change from his street clothes and into his security outfit. He was careful not to allow Sam to pick up on it. But then again, Adam dropped more than a hint about himself. Security was about keeping secrets, but Kafry wondered if Adam could keep his big one. He tried it out, the roundabout way, "You know I would not mind at all having you lick my hairy arm?"
"What?" Adam had the biggest look of surprise on his face. "Lick your arm?"
His five digits still pinning Adam to wall, Kafry says, "You said," he started to remind Adam.
"I know what I said... hey, are you gay?"
Not a living soul in the whole town knew the truth, except the one person he was about to unleash his secret to, "I am, but I don't want people to know it, okay?"
Not meant as sarcastic, only to prove a point, Adam says, "Well I myself don't make it a habit of going around telling people I'm gay!"
"But you just told me you're gay!"
"I did?" Adam questions himself. "When?"
"Two minutes ago."
"Oh. I did?" Then after a thoughtful second, "Oh yeah, I guess I did."
"But it is okay," Kafry informs, "Your secret is safe with me."
Adam was feeling a bit taxed from the after effects of his lunchtime drinking and having to think so hard.
Kafry sensed this, Adam's bod sliding down the wall, slowly losing his grip, his hand sliding up Adam's chest. "I think we better hurry up and get you to the cot!"
It did no good, putting his arm around Adam's back and this time, he hoisted an arm over his shoulder as he walked out the stairway door, around the corner, turned knob and kicked the door in. Kafry made a long sigh, finding the room vacant.
Adam crashed into the bed face first.
For a second Kafry stood there, looking upon Adam, the perspired white shirt, soaked through to the fine looking shoulder blades, a crease down the middle of his back. Catching his eye were the two perfect mounds of the Dockers, tight around his waist.
"Goodnight Kappry," he heard Adam utter and then all there was was breathing.
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"Well, well. What do we have here? The carryout boy from Chez Saviane!"
"Hey TJ," Pierre says as he finishes buttoning up the last of the white cotton uniform. "By the way," he fixes his mussed hair in the mirror, "your old man just hired me."
Sam was long gone and TJ was feeling a little frisky, so stepped up to the vanity, right behind Pierre. "How convenient!" He pressed his chest into Pierre's back, a hand going to Pierre's crotch. "I don't suppose you've emptied your balls yet today?"
Actually, Pierre leaked a lot, but hadn't emptied his balls, so relayed, "I think I could stand a milking."
It wasn't the first time the two have gone through `the routine'. With Sam's load going through his digestive system, he's ready to let loose down TJ's throat, but not before being primed. But first Pierre wants some foreplay. Other guys it was okay to cut through to the chase, whether it was having his ass or throat used, or himself filling some guy's void, but with TJ it was different. "Oh yeah," he cooed when TJ began kissing his neck.
However, the whole mood was wrecked when both switched their attention to someone keying the door. Quickly the two made themselves presentable, TJ saying, "My place, after work!" He opened the door, one of his associates on the other side thanking TJ for doing so.
As they walked out, a tall blond `Norseman' walked in. Outside the door, TJ tells Pierre, "I saw him first!"
Sweetly Pierre lays it on him, "But it's human to share, TJ?"
"Who says I'm human?" TJ did an about face, keying the door and walking back in the jon.
Accepting his fate, Pierre headed on down the hallway, in the direction of the area he would be working, the company cafeteria. He didn't mind at all missing out on the Norse' trick. On the contrary, from past deliveries to Shipman-Inc. he knew there were plenty of fish in the sea. Being in the restaurant business, working at assorted duties; waiter, busboy, dishwasher, line-man, he knew fish and chips went well together. However being on a special diet, Pierre's own menu included fish' and `hot dogs' and he deemed these dishes as gourmet attractions!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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