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: CoMPRoMiSiNG PoSiTioNs WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"You live here?" Adam said bug-eyed, looking out of the windshield of the yellow Corvette at the building on Kafry's side of the car. "I can't even see the top!"
"It's the car," Kafry replies. "C'mon."
"But I'm in a standing zone. I've never gotten a ticket. I'll get towed!"
"You won't get towed. Trust me?"
Strange things, more or less a stranger, Adam did trust him. Out of the car first, when Adam let himself out, he looked over the top of the `vette. Instead of noticing Kafry chatting with a door guard he exclaims, "Geez! I'm like twice as tall as the car!"
"C'mon Adam. Jacque will take care of the `vette'."
As Adam approaches the front door of the seemingly luxury residence, Kafry relieves him of the keys and hands them to Jacque.
"He's okay with them?" Adam asks.
"I trust Jacque like I trust my brother," Kafry replies.
He didn't quesiton Jacque or about Kafry's brother because he was being led into the building by Kafry, his hand clasping his and it made him a little hot - and not under the collar!
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"Would you like to come in Jonathan?" TJ asks right after the office manager stops midway in the rather long and wide culdesac.
"I should be getting home."
"Oh but I feel I should do `something' for you, like offer you a drink, since you drove out of your way?"
"I suppose one cocktail would be fine."
Being here once before, for the company picnic a year ago, the vast facade of the Shipman mansion, that is the Thomas J. Shipman residence, Jonathan knew where TJ was leading him.
Walkway taking about twenty-five steps to travel, till one reached the wide alcove, it took several steps up the marble stairway to the two wooden doors.
Inside, they were met by a gentleman, Jonathan figured wasn't much older than himself or TJ. "What happened to Graham?"
"His mother got sick. He had to go back to England." Then TJ introduces, "This is Travis. Travis, this is Mr. Treat, a very competent and resourceful office manager at Shipman."
"I'm really pleased to meet you, sir," Travis replies, his baby blues staring Jonathan down as he shakes hands.
"Likewise," Jonathan replies.
TJ smiled, seeing the two make a connection, so he took it upon himself to say, "Travis, please inform Chef Olson there will be another for dinner?" Then TJ began singing the `Outer Limits' jingle, "Dee-do-dee-do, dee-do-dee-do... earth to Travis?"
"Oh, sorry sir."
"Give Chef Olson the message Mr. Treat will be staying for dinner?"
"Right away, Mr. Shipman."
Normally, Jonathan would shoot down an idea but now there was more reason than `TJ' for spending some more time at the mansion!
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"This place is like unreal," Adam says as Kafry leads the pair through the lobby, a security guard's buzzer bringing them indoors.
Waiting at the elevator, Kafry replies, "My brother and I are staying here until we finish college."
"Does your brother go to Nadeau?"
The doors opening, the two enter. They close almost immediately. Instead of an answer, right away Kafry pins Adam up against the wall.
"My aren't we aggressive?" Adam says when he comes up for air.
"Sorry if I came on a little strong. I could not help myself," Kafry replies, backing away.
"No problem," Adam says, stepping up to Kafry, ready to dish out a taste of his own medicine. He saw it in a porn movie, one you can watch on the internet for free, though only a small passage of the porn flick, but decided to try it out, as he kisses Kafry, his hands search for an `in', finding a way to feel flesh under Kafry's blue uniform shirt.
"Agressive?" Kafry replies after Adam stops kissing him. He looks down and sees his shirt tail sticking out of his pants.
Maybe it was still some of the Dom Perignon in his system, but Adam was losing control fast. "By the way are you a good cock-sucker?"
Kafry smiles and gives it back, "I've had a few compliments, but I've also received raves on how hard I can pound a guy's ass!"
"I'll let you do me, if you let me do you first?" As they walked the hallway to Kafry's apartment, Adam thinks over what he just said. Kafry was older than him and he figures more wiser when it comes to sex. `Fucking', well he hadn't done it himself, but he took a lot of hints from the porn videos. Adam knew how to drive a point home!
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The dinner table, the elegance of the serving materials, patterned, both place settings matching to the T', didn't wow' Jonathan. From last summer he knew the Shipman's left nothing to be desired. Only, right now Jonathan was desiring `more' than the dinner fare.
As they entered the dining hall, a very expansive room with a table fit for a king's banquet, they were ushered by Travis, who fetched them from the `casual room', as it was called, to this room, paving the way with his hand. And as the custom, when all the guests were assembled, this case two, Travis announces, "Dinner is served."
Guiding Jonathan to his seat, at the side of the table, another place setting at the head, TJ using his hand to suggest him sitting at the head. Then he announces, "Travis, why don't you inform Chef Olson one of his kitchen stewards will be serving tonight?"
"Sir?"
Jonathan wondered what the heck was happening too. He was sitting and TJ was standing.
"I've forgotten. I have to meet a client for dinner at Chez Saviane and I'm terribly sorry to have to put you on the spot, but Travis would you `terribly' mind accompanying Mr. Treat for dinner tonight?"
"Me?" the twenty-four year old asks.
"But TJ?" Treat questions.
"Never mind," he directs at Travis, "I'll give Chef Olson the message myself."
All dressed up in his tuxedo, Travis stands there with a questionable look on his face, staring at the door to the kitchen still swinging back and forth.
"Well are you going to strip off that tie, Travis?"
Slowly his attention moves to Jonathan, sitting at the head of the table. "What?"
Skipping over a lot of the bullshit, Jonathan says, "By the way, do you happen to know what's for dessert?"
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Right after they walk into Kafry's apartment, closing the door, it opens again.
"I'm late!" A dude sweeps past Adam, turning his head to check him out.
"Ketry, this is my friend, Adam, from work," Kafry introduces.
"You did good, bro!" Ketry says.
Immediately displaying a pink face, Kafry scolds, "Mind your manners, Ketry!"
"Sorry," Ketry says, hurriedly rearranging the papers in his arms.
More than anything said, what amazes Adam is, "You're twins!"
"Yes, unfortunately," Kafry jokes.
Ketry says back to him, "Hey! Don't you forget bro... I was born two minutes before you... so that makes me older and you are to respect your olders!"
"Elders," Kafry corrects him. "Are you going out tonight Ketry?"
He was supposed to be home early, his turn to make dinner, but seeing his twin standing there with another dude, it instantly made up his mind, "Sure... I'm going out. There's an art show over at Nadeau." There wasn't, but Ketry would find more to do than stare at a wall.
Adam was wise to their game.
Next, Kafry asks, "Are you going out like right now Ketry?"
"You wouldn't have a fifty on you, would you?"
Thinking what a fool he was, thinking Kafry was in the same boat as himself, the poor kid on the block, he watches as Kafry pulls out a wad of cash and peels off some.
"I might have a date which means I need more than the fifty?"
Kafry stands there with the wad.
"And we might be going to Chez Saviane?"
He licks his thumbs and departs with three one hundred dollar bills. "And that's all you are getting out of me for this week!"
"Thanks bro!" Ketry says, moving towards the door. "Hey and it's good to meet you.." he looks for Kafry's reaction, "hunk!"
"Will you get out of here!" And immediately he extends to Adam, "Please excuse my brother's rude behavior. He came out first because I pushed him and I think he fell off the table and hit his head!"
Adam laughed as Kafry smiled. They walked the long room, furnished with two sets of sofas and a table in between. Up on the wall was the biggest HDTV Adam has ever set eyes on. All kinds of contemporary furnishings dotted the landscape of the room, art work adorning its walls. "Nice place you've got here Kafry. Is it only you and your brother?"
He sent a message in his reply, "Sometimes it includes Ketry and `a friend'. Let's see what we have to eat," he looks into the refrigerator.
To make his assumptions clearer, Adam asks, "You mean like `a friend whom stays for a pajama party'?"
"Right. But without the pajamas!" Hanging onto the refrigerator door, Kafry turns to Adam and gives a sly smile.
He was squatting down as Adam approached the cold air. "Do you sleep in your pajamas, Kafry?"
This time when Kafry turned to give Adam his full attention, his face became aligned with Adam's crotch. "There's only one way you are going to find out!"
Down, almost on his knees, Kafry looked up at Adam, his eyes to the top of his head, staring the distance to Adam's face. "You know what I would really like to eat?"
Adam couldn't believe it! It came to him just now... one of the porn movies he watched. It was the exact same scenario, a guy looking down at a guy in front of him, except Kafry was squatting and not on his knees. Amazing though, Kafry said the `exact' same words. Good thing he saw the flick because now he knew how to react!
Kafry smiled as he watches Adam begin to unbuckle his belt. For all Kafry could care, everything in the fridge could rot, as he watches the belt being pulled from the loops.
And as it went in the video, Adam unbuttons the top of his pants and unzips. He then decides to try out one of the lines, "You want me bad, don't you?"
Kafry made him laugh out loud, his head bobbing up and down in rapid succession, him going, "Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!"
Well the dude in the movies didn't say what Kafry did, but rather jumped right into action. So it wasn't going the way the offbeat Hollywood x-rated movie was going, so maybe he had to prod Kafry, saying something from another flick, "If you want me so bad how come you still have your clothes on?"
"Ye-e-e-ow-w-w!" Kafry snarled like a lion, going right to it, shedding the already untied tie, unbuttoning his shirt in fast motion.
Adam slowed up as he began to pray and as Kafry stripped the shirt from his shoulders, Adam, from somewhere in his religious background, recites, "Alleluia-amen!"
"Huh?" Kafry stops from unbuckling his belt, frozen his place.
In a round about way, Adam asks, "Is Ketry as hairy as you?"
"Oh good! You don't like smooth guys?" And before Adam could respond, "Because it kind of bothered me. Last guy I made out with liked smooth guys and almost convinced me to shave it off."
"I'm glad you didn't listen to him."
"Yeah. What a jerk. You know he didn't want to go to bed with me because he said it would be uncomfortable laying on a hairy guy's chest? Can you imagine what an idiot he is?"
"Did he get farther than me?"
"Huh?" Kafry asks, his hands still frozen in place at the beltline.
"Here I am undressing in front of an icebox when I `should' be trying to find out if you wear pajamas to bed!"
The lion snarled!
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"All alone tonight, Mr. Shipman?" Kostas asks as he shows TJ to a table.
TJ looks at Kostas as if to say, `What the hell?'
"Thomas," he used the formal, "this is my cousin who is visiting me from Greece, Cimon Xirouxaki."
Ready to object, TJ stopped at just the right moment, seeing Kostas' cousin rise up like an Olympian, beefy build. So what, shuck the ideas of him being an older guy! Older, ten years difference between the two.
"Friends call me TJ," TJ replies. And by the time he does, Cimon is around the side of the table and greeting TJ with a hug.
"He's quite the affectionate guy," Kostas replies. He had set Cimon up with someone else, but he knew Cimon would have a more erotic time with TJ.
"Mmmm, Simon," TJ said of the bear hug.
"No, it's Cimon."
"That's what I said, `Simon'."
"No. Not so much s-s-s-s'," Cimon replies," And as he sits down, "Lean more on the i'."
In reality, TJ would much rather be leaning his head into Cimon's pubes. He was already half-primed for tonight, riding home with Jonathan, but now something else was making him have palpitations between the legs. "So, how long are you here in the states?"
In answering, it was like Cimon never heard the question. "Why don't you take off your tie. Loosen up your shirt?"
"If we were someplace else I would loosen up more than my shirt!" TJ could tell Cimon was liking what he was hearing, as if he was playing right into his poker game - strip poker.
As Adam had done earlier in the day, Cimon leans in and remarks, "I would like to take you home and breed you?"
"You know Cimon, suddenly I'm in the mood for a nice kielbasi and I don't think they serve it here?"
Right away Cimon gets up.
Kostas, bringing an appetizer, asks, "Cimon, where are you going?"
"We are having Polish cuisine tonight!"
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As it turned out, Adam found out Kafry didn't even own a set of pajamas. If anything he would don a pair of Aussiebum briefs and hit the sack. But tonight Kafry wasn't even wearing briefs to bed.
"You've had a lot of practice," the eighteen year old asks his host, as he lounges on his back, his head sunk into the pillow.
"I am satisfying you?"
"I think you have had much experience at sucking a guy's cock?"
Questions became answers, but Kafry's motions became more meaningful as he sunk back down, his mouth opening and sucking Adam's big one right up and into his mouth.
He finally confessed, "Kafry, this is my first time with a guy."
The Mid-eastern, British-tainted voice comes back with, "First time?"
"Yeah."
"But you know so much!"
"That stuff in the kitchen, I was quoting some stuff I saw in a porn movie," he confessed.
"Everybody has to learn someplace."
And Adam quickly put to rest any other questions, because he so selfishly wanted more to have a tongue work up and down his cock and sometimes feel the back of Kafry's throat as the tip of his cock-head went too far.
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Kostas lived but a few miles from Chef Saviane and even though TJ was driving Jonathan's Jeep, a vehicle he was unaccustomed to, he managed to get them there in one piece.
The whole trip seemed to be monopolized by Cimon, "We are going to have a good time. I hope you don't mind I fuck hard?"
"Harder the better!" TJ replies, visions of a beer can sized cock plowing him.
Inside the apartment, not as luxury or chic as he's used to, Cimon leads them up the flight of stairs. Having been there before, he knew Kostas lived on the third floor, so he prepared, a cardio response automatically kicking in.
As soon as they were in the door, Cimon headed for the bedroom.
"I see Kostas is still a slob!" TJ says about Kostas' housekeeping skills.
Like at Chef Saviane, Cimon overrides TJ's comment, "First you strip me!"
Different, TJ thought, but he figured it could be fun. Cimon watched every move, TJ unbuttoning Cimon's shirt, revealing a very hairy front, a trail embedded in his black hair, from midchest, straight down to his belt.
Soon as he got the shirt off, Cimon takes his head and smooshes TJ's lips right up against his left pec and like a captain giving an order, "Suck!"
His nose was pressed into the `bears' chest, the top of his head feeling up the thick chest rug.
"Mmmm.... oh yeah... oh yeah..." Then Cimon forces TJ's head over to his other pec. "O-o-oh yeah!" Then, without warning, "Ouch! Oh fuck boy!"
TJ's head was spinning as his bod reeled to the left, him sitting on his ass on the floor, a hand feeling up the place where Cimon slapped him aside the face.
"No teeth boy... unless I tell you!"
He should have been angry as an animal at a bullfight being shone a red bandana, but looking up at Cimon's crotch made him accept his state of being. After all, he probably shouldn't have used his teeth to tease Cimon's nip. "Sorry about that."
"No. It is `sorry sir'!"
It came to mind, in high school, eleventh grade, even though he was seventeen, TJ had been drinking and met up with some college sophomores who helped him pass through the line where a bouncer was IDing patrons. He had a lot of beer and when he was taken back to the dorm he was stripped of more than his clothes. Having to swallow his pride was the only way of swallowing a gallon of manseed. He was beaten, whipped, made to suck cock, balls, rim ass, swallow piss and the whole time had to wear this leather dohickey with chains, strapped around his balls and a weight attached. A few times TJ has revisited those days when he often had alcohol and drug-laced cocktails, of the college dudes raping him at both ends and the other crazy things going on like having a beer bottle shoved up his ass. He was too drunk or high to feel much, being used as a torture-toy for a late night party.
TJ got up on his knees, a smile on his face, apologetic, "Sorry, Sir!"
Cimon had the biggest grin on his face. "This is good. Kostas do me very good tonight! You strip clothes off and then you come service your master, boy."
"Yes, sir," TJ played the game.
Crawling into the full-size bed, Cimon lay down, parking his hands behind his head. He spread his legs wide.
From a distance TJ admired the thick piece of kielbasy lying on two humongous potatoes. He licked his lips. Also from his viewpoint, he felt like stripping faster as he yearned to lick every place on Cimon's bod where there was hair, which was everywhere!
From his view, Cimon's hand migrated to his cock and he stood it up straight and tall as he began stroking it. He liked what he heard and saw of TJ and he decides to see how far he can go in carrying out this charade, "You don't do what Cimon says, I will punish you boy!"
"Yes, Sir," TJ said, but wasn't sure about it. He remembers waking up the next day from the college party, at seventeen, finding himself behind the mansion where he lived when growing up, naked, his clothes thrown on top of him. Waking up and still groggy, there wasn't many places on his bod where it didn't hurt. Fortunately he made it inside the house, up to his bedroom's private jon and winced as he twisted his bod to get a look at the welts on his back, in the mirror.
"You bring me your belt, boy," another test of furtherance.
He didn't remember getting hit on the back with a belt, but he sure felt it for the better half of a week. Even to this day he has some small scars. Now, was he being crazy stripping the belt out of his pants loops?
"You put it here in my hand," Cimon said, which meant TJ was giving him permission to use it!
"Yes, sir," TJ knew the drill. He wasn't really into all this authoritarian stuff, but if it was the path to having his ass fulfilled, he was up for a game of roleplay.
"I want my balls bathed first, boy."
"Yes, sir."
On his knees, TJ approached Cimon's out-stretched legs. He licked his lips, so looking forwards to enveloping each of Cimon's hairy ballsacs with his mouth.
"Hands behind your back boy!"
This was a first! At the college party sometimes his hands were held behind his back. Two of the dudes, bodybuilders got the notion one could punch harder than the other. For this, TJ was put in a full nelson while the other one used his gut for a punching bag. He lost a couple of bottles of beer and they made him clean up his barf with his own clothes.
"Where did you learn to act like a good slaveboy?"
Much of what he was thinking was repeated. As taught by his `college buddies', TJ assumed the perfect position of sitting upright on his knees, an advantageous position for a cock-sucker as well, shoulders up straight and hands coupled behind the back. Again he licked his lips, having to watch Cimon firm up his big, fat shaft. He knew this a deprivation tool, Cimon playing the game!
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"This feels right good," Adam says, his arms at his side as he watches and feels up Kafry at working over his cock real good.
He pops off. "Can you reach me?"
"Huh?" Adam replies, not understanding.
"Reach me?" he again says, but as a suggestion he takes Adam's hands in his and places on on each his shoulders. Then to make it easy on him, leans in.
"Oh, I get it," Adam says, sliding his hands further down Kafry's back as his cocksucker resumes his ministrations. It gave him something to do, he figured, other than often closing and opening his eyes. Closed, because Kafry's tongue, slide up and down the side of his hard shaft made him coo with such pleasure. Then opening his eyes when tongue ventured to a new place, "Feels real good," Adam mentions.
"I'm glad you like it," he stopped for all of two seconds to get his words out, then went back to licking Adam's cock from the base up.
As he lay there being pampered, he wondered if Kafry would mind if he slipped his hands around the shoulders and ran his hands through the dense chest hair. Before, Kafry said to trust him, so Adam was turning the tables. He didn't say it, but acted it out, rounding Kafry's shoulders with his hands, then slipping them, faced up, underneath Kafry's bod. He knew why his cock was pulsing and it wasn't only the tongue massage. "This feels so, so nice," he said of both hands fondling each of Kafry's pecs.
Popping off with a slurp, Kafry says, "You can tweak my nips if you want. I like it alot."
"Do what?" Adam asks.
"This," Kafry replies, taking Adam's pec spots in his hands and gives them a small pinch.
"Oh yeah! I see what you mean!"
Taking it as Adam liking it, Kafry switches from cock-sucking to tongue-licking Adam's left nip.
"O-o-o-oh that feels so good!"
Kafry knew it a 50-50 chance. Either his `victim' would love it or hate it. He intensifies his efforts, pressing his tongue, turning Adam's nip into his chest, then trying to make his tongue go in a circle.
"O-o-o-oh man!" Adam says, arching his back. "I never knew I could feel so good there!"
Not any different, Kafry says, "You can get rougher with mine if you want?"
"Huh?" Adam inquires again.
"Mash my nips harder if you want."
"But..." And when Kafry put Adam's nips through the wringer, twisting them hard, only once, Adam responds with soreness, his hands reporting immediately to his own chest. "That hurt something fierce Kafry!"
He smiles after saying, "So? Get even!"
Adam does. In fact, after the first mashing, the Greek sits up on his knees, putting his hands behind his head, encouraging, "More! More! Twist them hard!"
Doing so, Adam didn't hold back. Then he exclaims, "Oh shit!" when Kafry's cock seeps out some precum onto his bod. "Look what you did!" Adam scolds him nicely. Then curious, asks, "Did me playing with your nips make you do that?"
"Told you I liked it, didn't I?"
"Do mine. I want to see if I like it that much too!"
Doing as suggested, all Adam could take is a little squeeze and he was shooing Kafry's hands away.
After giggling, Kafry tells him, "It takes a little while before you get used to it."
Looking down at his chest, Adam replies, "You made them all red!"
"I'm so sorry," Kafry says. And readjusting his position he bowls himself over, his tongue soothing Adam's nips.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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