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LiFe SuCKs! 06 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Getting themselves together, no one was there at the Smith household to contradict Kyven's plans of taking off with the butler for a weekend hike and camping trip.
Except Eric, "I'll meet you at the usual spot, Seb?"
"Right and," Eric teases Kyven, "if I you should happen to see a naked dude, trussed out among four stakes in the ground, should I just walk over him?"
"Do me a favor?" Kyven sarcastically adds, "Don't do what you did last time and grind your heel into my abs?"
Saying not to', was Kyven's way of wanting'!
Not disappointing, Eric replies, "No problem. I'll aim for your balls!" He laughs.
"Can we get hard over this stuff later? I'm like ready to go?" Sebastian says, backpack clinging to his shoulders.
"What about this?" Kyven says of the bulkier, heavier gear.
Walking out the door, Sebastian says, "Hint, we're not leaving it for Eric and I've got enough to carry?"
"This sucks! What do I look like... your slaveboy?" Kyven says, hoisting the bulky parcel up on his back.
"Hmm, now there's an idea!"
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Back at Hans' ranch, the dungeon crew was setting up shop in the barn, a one time, low-key, full service dairy operation.
Now all that remained of the cow collective was a bunch of hay, some farming implements and milking machines.
"Good thing you kept these in working order, Hans," Talon says of the milking machine which looks brand-spanking new, taking the tarp off. Being he toyed with the mechanics of motorcycles, Talon took an interest in how the cream from the sucking end of the machine traveled from the tube to the collection bottle on the top. Part of his interest lay in plugging it in, turning it on and making sure it made a certain hum, as opposed to grinding sound.
"I'll say," Tony replies.
Even though Tony play the part of a ruff god when they convened for some dungeon play, he could quickly turn over a different leaf when faced with one on one, obliging either Talon, Bob or Hans.
Too, it seemed Talon's specialty lay in the operation of the milking machine and disposal of the byproduct, "By the looks of that football jock, I bet he can go nonstop for hours!"
Tony asks, "Um, any idea what you're going to do with all that `milk', Talon?"
Joking, Talon replies, "Yeah, I'm gonna tie you to a post, set the bottle in front of you and make you beg for it, Tony!" Talon laughs, swinging his head as gets up from a squat position, getting his long locks out of his face.
"Yeah, right," Tony says, knowing the creamy goo is going right down their captive's throat.
Well, perhaps Jerome will not think of himself as lucky!
Bob, laying out his barber equipment, knowing whose throat the cream is going to be guzzled down, "How you gonna make him drink us down, Talon?"
"Um, maybe I'll skip the milker and use the direct approach," Talon laughs, groping himself.
One of the fun things about Talon, his whole appearance would remind anyone of a murderer, the twenty-eight year old's long locks of dark brown hair, beard, hairy pecs, stripe dividing the six pack in half, fanning out over Talon's bellyhole and who could miss, even when soft, 11c inches hanging down over the big globes. Adding to all of this, Talon's kitten image could very quickly be turned off, turned on for the look of a mean devil!
"Oh, almost forgot!" Hans exclaims. "Tony, be a sweetheart and run down to Bill's Service Center and pick up the U-Lug-it?"
Off the record, at one time Tony and Hans had something going, but in time, things change, but they still remain affectionately attached, Tony responding, "Sure doll-face!"
"Doll-Face!" Talon mimics, wrinkling his nose up as if somebody farted!
"Almost forgot something else," Hans says, after Tony's departure, "anybody have any objections to Mike's friend hang around?"
Bob asks, "Can I shave his chest again?"
"Forget his chest," Talon replies, "I'll take his ass anytime!"
"I guess this is a `yes'?" Hans asks.
Last time Trevor hung out' with the dungeon gang, he had a great time and both parties were agreeable in a return performance. Upon leaving last time, Trevor remarked, the dungeon party would be a great diversion for spring break, but so far Trevor hasn't gained enough support from his college buddies. Though, two dudes show interest in giving up fun-in-the-sun' for `shackled-in-a-dark-dungeon'.
On this very idea, Bob comments, "Yeah, what happened to Trevor and his college friends?" He rapidly opens and closes his razor sharp scissors twenty times with precision.
Talon, having `felt' something for Trevor, more than the insides of his ass, defends, "It takes time to set up something like that, so lay off Bob?" Though, in the back of his mind, Talon wouldn't mind having more than one head-shaved frat to play with!
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"So, was I good, medium, fair, excellent, just okay or what?" Mike asks, lying down on Travis' front, interrogating him over his performance as a cocksucker.
"Mediocre," Travis replies.
Mike makes excuse for himself, "Yeah, well, it was coming out so fast and furious, it took a lot to try to keep up!"
Trevor, exhausted from his drive, lays there, but manages to muster up in a monotone voice, "Only way to get better at something is to practice, practice, practice, Mike?"
"I forgot," Mike replies, adding, "Chapter 5."
"Huh?" Travis questions.
"Chapter 5 of my book, `Only Way To Get Better At Something Is To Practice, Practice, Practice," Mike says, throwing hint, "and I need a lot of practice!"
"Me too," Trevor interjects. "I think I should get with Talon more often."
Along the lines of love and matrimony, Travis asks, "For real Trev? I didn't think he was your type?"
Trevor says, "Sure. My ass loves take charge guys!"
Ringing of the house phone causes Mike to curse as he crawls backwards off the foot of the bed. However, he's happy to turn the phone over to one of the other house dwellers, "Trevor, it's for you."
"Me? Who is it? Nobody knows I'm supposed to be here," he slides out of the side of the bed.
"Hint - dungeon?" Mike says sarcastically.
First words into the remote phone, Trevor asks, "What's up Hans?" It wasn't as suspected, Hans, the ring-leader of a group dungeon-play, but rather..."
"How you doin' man? Long time, no see!" They miss the rest of the conversation, Trevor, suddenly mustering up the energy to taking his phone call somewhere else.
With Trevor's freed up space, Mike lays next to Travis.
"My bro and Hans, they really tight?"
"Wasn't Hans on the phone."
"No?" Travis adds a look of `who?'.
"Talon," Mike means in a different way than relationship, "and I think they kind of `like' each other."
"Talon?"
Staring at the ceiling, Mike recalls his friend, from head to toe, without clothing, relating, "I think he thinks he's a vampire. Whatever, he's almost thirty, about six feet tall, hits the gym regularly, all muscle in appearance, nice six pack, stripe right down to his treasure, and `oh my,' what a treasure! Oh! did I mention the close-cropped beard?"
Forgetting the beard, Travis asks, "Um, has Trev like really `experienced' the treasure getting buried?"
"Oh I don't know. Trevor likes to boast about it, but has he really? I wasn't around when he and Talon were getting it on. By the way, what about yourself?"
"Me? What about me?" the eighteen year old questions.
"Not important. Only wondering if you went all the way with a guy?" Mike says casually.
"I took psych the last two semesters in school, you know?"
"And?" Mike plays dumb.
With indignation, Travis replies, "If you want me to fuck you Mike, why don't you just come out and ask me if I want to fuck you?"
"You want to fuck me?" Mike shoots for.
"Maybe later. I just spent my load down your throat, or almost all of it went there. Can we pace ourselves?"
At least Mike was happy there was a chance he might be having a teen cock up his ass, later.
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All the way to the football field, Jerome complained of the nerve of the guys wanting to do something with their families, rather than spend their usual Saturday afternoon working on football strategies.
"Well, at least there's you and me," Jerome tells Duke Davis.
Even though Duke wasn't a participant in the football program, he was built like one, his specialty being wrestling and boxing. At times he would come out for football practice, for personal reasons. It was the only means, incognito, he could get close to Bart Holden, pinning his hot bod to the turf!
"Anytime I can help you out, Jerome. You know I'm here for you!"
Of course, any dude would do where Duke was concerned, just to be able to lay on him, or get tackled by another football frat, it was all good! Wrestling? Now that was a different ballgame all together!
Behind the bleachers, the parking lot, caged in a chained link fence held Jerome's car and Duke's motocycle, along with an unfamiliar vehicle, a U-Lug-it truck . Gazing through the metal frame of seats, Hans and Talon could see perfectly clear. Yet, if someone on the field wanted to share the same experience, spying on someone behind the bleachers, it didn't have the same effect, rather seeing only the framework seating arrangement.
"Should be easy enough," Hans says, peering through binoculars. "He's only got one other football player with him?"
Taking the binoculars, Talon almost strangles Hans, "Lemme see!"
Fortunately, Hans inches it over his head before his windpipe is cut off!
"Hey, I know that kid!"
"You know Jerome?" Hans asks.
"No, not Jerome. The other one. Wrestler. I wrestled him in my basement last week!" Talon replies.
With sarcasm, Hans asks, "Only wrestled, Talon?"
Putting the binocs down, Talon smiles, like when someone is embarrassed and relates, "Uh, okay, so we did more than wrestle."
Grabbing the binocs out of Talon's hand, Hans says, "I thought they were all a bunch of homophobic trash?"
"Not all." Because it was itching Talon to share an inner secret, "He's got a nice size fuck-stick too!"
A grin on the thirty-seven year old's face told all, though Hans wanted it spelled out, "You fuckin' around with him?"
It could have meant Talon shoving his 11c into Duke's den-hole, but Hans had his suspicions, Talon telling, "Like they say... there's a first time for everything!"
"So, how did you like getting your tail busted wide open?"
"Eh, wasnt' so bad. He's only a 7."
"7 on a virgin ass, Talon?"
"Okay, so it hurt like fuckin' hell! Ya happy?"
Peering through the binocs, Hans asks, "You two going to get it on again?"
As he said it, the football careened out of control in a freak kick off of Jerome's toe, headed straight for the bleachers.
"Hey! This could be it!" Hans says.
It didn't take Talon much to think about, hearing the football making a thud on the metal seats. Strange utterance, there was no bouncity-bounce-bounce, the football lodged in between two seats.
However, there were repercussions, a set of feet prancing up the seats in stepwise fashion.
Next thing the two know, they hear a voice, "Hey, what are you two doing down there?"
Talon whispers to Hans, "This `sure' could be it!" Rather than a rational excuse for Jerome, Talon replies in a played up acting out to the football jock, "Just a couple of gay guys getting it on. You won't tell anyone about us having sex under here, will you?"
"Original, Talon," Hans whispers back with attitude. Tapping the stud in the stomach with the back of his hand, "Now all we have to do is wait till he and his muscle-buddy come back here and punches our lights out!"
Sure enough, Talon follows the hustling bod, along the front of the bleachers.
Jerome didn't hear it, but Talon bet the retriever of the football did, "Hey Duke!"
"Who's there?" Duke fell with his chest on the seat, gazing down between the slats.
Talon giggles, "You're fuck-buddy. C'mon down here!"
Surprise was Duke's first reaction. Having stood, he again slaps his pecs down on the metal slat, his pubes tingling secondly, third though, his surprise to stand up and not see Jerome's hide anywhere on the field, east, nor west. Next thing, Duke hears Jerome's billowing voice.
"Y'know it's against the law to do faggot stuff in public?"
Their original plan down the jacuzzi, Hans and Talon go with plan B, ad-libbed, Talon goes for the black hood, Hans finding the coil of rope. Kind of dark, even though a sunny day, it was Jerome at a disadvantage, his eyes not used to the change of light, playing to the two kidnappers' advantage. In no time, the hood over Jerome's head and Talon's knee up against his back, after flinging him on the ground, it became easy to cinch the noose around one wrist, tighten and wind the cord around both arms.
"Yee-hah!" Talon mimics a rodeo star, hogtying with a finishing touch.
Hans was sort of in fear, Duke appearing and unbelieving at how cool Talon was, looking up and saying, "Hey, how's it going Duke?" cautious, because Hans has never officially been introduced, only through Talon's basement fuck story.
Likewise, Hans was troubled over how Duke wasn't helping his buddy.
After Duke clinked knuckles with Talon, "Not bad. So, what's up with Jerome here?"
In a humorous tone, Talon says, "Have you noticed how tense Jerome gets lately, at the mention of `gay'?"
"Oh, the homo attitude. Yeah. I've wanted to do something about it myself, but...." Looking down upon his football bud, Duke asks, "Can he like, hear what I'm saying?"
"Not a word!" Talon grins.
Still, with the grin on his face, Hans is playing it cool, staying out of their space.
Inquisitive, Duke asks, "That hoodie thing, like seals off what we're saying? Ya sure?"
Of course Hans was getting his kicks out of watching Jerome squirm in his bindings, Talon replying to his fuck-buddy, "Not a word!"
Hogtied, Duke notices Jerome's jock shorts twisting an turning, a hint of ass showing. It comes to mind, "Sure would like to get more than my dibs in?"
Addressing Hans, Talon asks, "What do you think, Hans?"
If thinking of Duke as anything but cool, not to mention a nice substitute for a bear-friend, wrestler's build, plus the attitude for good measure, assaying the front of Duke's bod, Hans says, "Could be fun." Then interrogating Duke, "What about it Duke? Like to have some kinky fun mixed with a little sex?"
In silence, Duke thinks about it. In the manner Hans was checking `him' out, Duke's eyes do a quick bod scan, then reckons, "I think I can work myself up into more than a little sex!"
It makes Hans smile, infectious because it causes Duke to return the affectionate glance.
Hans and Duke rode in the cab of the U-Lug-it, Talon saying he wouldn't mind taking on the `chore' of riding in back with Jerome, on condition Duke behaved himself. However, the way Talon said it, Hans knows their captive would be well taken care of.
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Parking at the trailhead, Kyven remarks, as Sebastian unloads the back of his SUV, "Doesn't seem like the same proportion of gear as the other times?" he holds two packs like weighing one against the other.
"Just your imagination," his thirty-nine year old hiking companion replies.
Squinting, it's like Kyven is thinking, `something is up' with Sebastian, but not allowing his thoughts to transpire, "I see." He also holds his thoughts to himself, noticing Sebastian's gear, different than the usual, other than to ask, "New backpack?"
"Yeah," Sebastian plays along, beeping his key fob to lock the truck up, "the old one was getting worn out. Ready?"
Every time Kyven followed Sebastian up into the woods, along the well-marked trail, with colored spots painted on certain trees, a well-worn path, he looked upon their time together as a new adventure.
Recalling his first time, it was an adventure alright, the two in discovery of each being gay.
Second adventure, Kyven found he and Sebastian could get into some kinky stuff, hence being tied to the ground, wooden stakes at the four corners of his limbs, Sebastian getting visibly hard over rubbing twigs or pinecones over his nips, cock and balls, or warming stones in the hot sun to place on his bod in key places, like his pecs, stomach or pubes, flopping his cock back over it, facing towards his bellyhole, until it got hard and had to point up to the sky.
Adventure number three or four, he couldn't recall, was more a mutual reaction for each other, pissing on each other, Kyven accidentally getting it in his mouth, whereas Sebastian turned `alpha', experimenting further. Because they were both stripped down to skin and hair and Sebastian making him wallow on the ground while he pissed all over him, the two had no recourse but to run through the woods naked, down to the lake to wash off. This all led to warming their naked bods in the sun on the grass by the lake, Sebastian grinding Kyven's chest into the ground.
Sure enough, there was surprise waiting, and much anticipation lie ahead, when Sebastian stops in a clearing, same one in which he made Kyven strip down, tying him eagle-spread to the ground and saying, as he shucked his backpacks, "Stripping time!"
Kyven stood there for all of two seconds, watching Sebastian go at his flannel shirt, unbuttoning it and rather hastily, pulling it back over his shoulders, revealing the nice carpeting. He was only in the stages of loosening the hiker's pack from his own shoulders, Sebastian going at the buckle of his pants.
Sebastian, seeing Kyven in a lethargic response, "Well? Ready to get horny?" he badgers, leaving his belt open while he bends to unlace his boots.
He was a little horny, but more so looking upon Sebastian's bod, which he never tired of seeing the beauty of skin and hair. When Sebastian bent over, looking upon the smooth back, it hit Kyven like a whack in the head, dropping the packs he held on the ground and going at the zipper of his hoodie. Folding it nicely and stuffing it under one of the straps on the hiking pack, he pulled his tee shirt off overhead.
By this time Sebastian had emptied his feet out of his boots, sitting on a log and pulled at each sock, stuffing them in corresponding boots.
As Kyven unbuckled his belt, he was in full view of Sebastian standing, as he did, pushed his pants down, him remarking with a spike of humor, "At least one of us is hard!"
Stepping out of his pants, Sebastian replies, "And you're not?!" a hint for Kyven to hurry up, so Sebastian could assess size, unhidden!
Kyven proceeds, but in a reaction contrary to Sebastian's intent, in slow motion and like it was the first time seeing Sebastian lower his gray briefs, he barely moves to depants himself.
Knowing Kyven's routine has slowed, Sebastian makes the most of it, teasing with thumbs gently unveiling his tenting junk.
Biting a lip tends to make Kyven hurry, just in case it's asked of him to relieve Sebastian's `tension'. From biting his lip, Kyven's tongue runs along the corridor of his mouth, wetting upper and lower portions.
From out of nowhere comes, "What the `fuck' is this?"
It could be heard as the moment of surprising intrusion, the sound of Sebastian's elastic along his briefs, slapping against his torso with a snap, a delayed reaction for himself, his briefs snagging his cock head above the rim of the elastic snapper.
As for Kyven, the intervention into their little stripping scene of the two park rangers, he was in the middle of taking his jeans off, one leg left to step out of, so pulling them up in natural reaction, one leg scooped, the other bare to his briefs. First to react, Kyven says, "I can explain, officer!"
Horrified, was the farthest from Kyven's mind, as Sebastian reacts to the intrusion, stepping up to the ranger who accompanied the `ginger-headed' companion officer, drawing his elbow back and plowing it right into the dark-haired uniform's stomach, shouting, "Well maybe I'm not as forgiving!"
"Um-m-m-mpf!" The ranger belted out from in between his lips, holding his stomach as he collapses to his knees.
"Sebastian!" Kyven stood there in disbelief. Also, he was taken aback, the downed ranger's partner, not going to hold off Sebastian, but rather walking away from the two, standing near himself!
"Aren't you going to stop him from beating up your buddy?"
It never occurs to Kyven this could be staged, the other officer standing by him, in a casual manner leaning an arm on his bare shoulder, saying, "Nah. Armando can take care of himself."
He probably should have been questioning the lax position of the park ranger, being all chummy, but Kyven was more into Sebastian's brutality, yelling out, "Oh my god, Sebastian!"
Holding both palms to the sides of his face, in shocked surprise, little did Kyven realize he allows his pants to drop to his one ankle, leaving the other leg bare.
From a kneeling position, because of the surprise punch to his gut, the Italian ranger had clutched his gut, falling forwards, head to the ground. In a surprise move, Sebastian grabs his head of hair, literally pulling him to his feet.
Right now, his buddy-ranger could care less, leaning forward a bit, just enough to catch an eyeful of what Kyven was packing! Casually glancing back to Sebastian, he returns to Kyven's package. However, like suddenly recalling what he pictured five seconds ago, his head switches back to the two.
Frozen in place, Kyven witnesses the ranger's partner saying, "Oh watch this. This is priceless!"
It's only then Kyven wises up, "Wait. You know each other, right?"
"Hold on a second," the dude Kyven gives his attention to cautions him, "you gotta see this!"
Feeling more confident this is not a quaint coincidence of the law happening upon a scene of lewd hikers, Kyven turns his attention back to Sebastian, just as he places hands on the ranger's shoulders and pulling down, lifts his knee into the ranger's crotch.
"Oh shi-i-i-i-it!" Kyven reacts, squinting as if it were his balls getting socked by a hard knee.
He's more bonked out of his gourd when the ranger next to him replies, "Oh man that was fuckin' beautiful!"
"Yeah, wasn't it Chad?" Sebastian says, walking towards them, leaving `Armando' in pain, throwing his arms around the ranger next to Kyven, embracing, "How you doing?"
Kyven is totally focused on the two, briefly making out.
Turning towards him, Sebastian says, "I guess you've already met my friend, Kyven?"
"Not yet," the red-haired ranger replies and as if they had been friends for a lifetime, maybe even more, more than hugs Kyven.
As for Kyven, he stands there and trusting of Sebastian, allows the ranger to engulf him with his arms, even returns the affection, thinking it the right thing to do.
Fully embracing, Sebastian leaves the scene of the two, turning immediately to French kissing, going back to his crumbled up victim, "Had enough Armando?"
Taking Sebastian's hand and helping to heave himself up and out of the dirt, Armando replies, "Never enough." Then in a joking manner, "What made you hold back?"
"Oh, I suppose I'm getting lenient in my old age," Sebastian replies.
Armando shoots back with, "Don't forget, we're the same age. You're making me older by the minute, Seb!"
They laughed about it and taking on the formation of Kyven and Chad, embracing, temporary amnesia coming over both regarding the tummy-tuck and ball-bashing.
Finishing first, Chad, standing there and watching Kyven assemble himself, asks, "I hope we didn't interrupt something important. I didn't see any stakes lying about?"
`Stakes?' Kyven questions his own mind as he buckles his belt. Making the connection, "Sebastian didn't tell you about?"
"Um, I..."
Before Chad can get out an explanation, Kyven is treading about, like a hound dog sniffing out prey, "Where is he?"
It didn't take long to find him, `next door', a smaller clearing housing a big boulder. Stripped down further than his tightey -whiteys, there Armando lay over a big stone, Sebastian grinding his way into the backdoor. "Hey you!" he rushes across the small clearing.
Demonstratively, Sebastian says soft-toned, mixed with total pleasuring, "Not now."
At this moment, Kyven could care less about Sebastian, at the height of his sexual attack on Armando's derriere, in heightened tones, yells, "I'm talkin' to you Sebastian!"
"Not now, dammit!" Sebastian grits his teeth, the apex of all that fucking reaching climax.
"I don't give a fuck what you're doing, I want to know..."
A witness to the whole scenario unfolding, Chad stood there, first gasping, then laughing his ass off as Kyven, adrenaline running at full speed, gives Sebastian a tug on his shoulder, pulling him backwards.
"Oh shi-i-i-i-i-it!" Sebastian whines out loud, being ejected from Armando's ass, his cock pulled out, right at the climatic moment, shots of cum leaping from the tip of Sebastian's cock, shooting at random over back, ass and beyond.
Facing each, each had their own order of business to chew each other out, Kyven leading out, "Why in the hell did you tell Chad about us, when you said you weren't going to tell anyone? Huh? Some secret!"
On his subject of complaint, Sebastian, his hand still trying to salvage the pump job on his cock, complains, "Do you realize what you just did?"
Standing right next to Kyven, Chad says, "Yeah and it was damn hot!"
A brief glance to Chad, Sebastian says nastily, "Shut up Chad," then right back at Kyven, "Do you realize you just messed up the most awesome fuck?"
Focusing up, Kyven says, "Oh really Sebastian? What does that make my ass, slightly awesome?"
Chad remarks, "You didn't tell us about fucking Kyven, Seb?"
Taking his turn on Chad, Kyven says, "Shut up Chad," right on with his ridicule, "At least there's one thing you didn't tell them about our private lives together, Sebastian?"
Now it was Armando's turn playing spectator, lying across the rock, hand to the side of his head, elbow pitted to the boulder and because he hadn't come, gently stroking to the music of their conversation.
Realizing he can't reclaim what was lost, his entire load not spent, Sebastian lifts an arm up, throwing it to the side, flinging the remnants of goo from covering some of his hand. With reality of Kyven interrupting him for a just reason, he comes back to earth, "I'm sorry. Life sucks, but... you know how guys like to talk?"
"It's our fault," Chad says, trying to get Sebastian off the hook, "we got it out of him."
Sarcastically, but in a more mediocre tone, Sebastian says, "Chad, why don't you go over there and do something to make Armando come?"
In doing so, Chad mumbles in a low tone, "I guess it's better than being told to shut up!" Walking right over to Armando he dictates, "Lay on your back!"
Smiling, Armando complies, without leaving the grip on himself.
Meanwhile, Sebastian and Kyven have left to reconcile their differences.
Upon seeing the perfect scenario which could become reality, for a minute there Chad thought of tweaking up his working partner's nips.
Then his horny side began to unfold, announcing to Armando, "No sense letting a good hot mouth go to waste!"
He was already hard from seeing Sebastian shoving his hips forward, pulling out inches and forcing himself back in, coupled with Kyven's anger unplugging the electricity and like a cork plucked out of a bottle, unleashing the built up effervescence, it all responsible for making Chad do more than a little nip-tweaking.
"Open up, bitch!" he snidely says to Armando, plopping his ass down to the beefy Italian chest.
Used to the treatment, whether it was up in the tower, in their little cabin retreat or anywhere in the forest, Armando complies, opening wide as if the dentist had asked. Very soon he feels a blunt object cramming his throat!
On the other side of the clump of trees, even though peace is being restored, the reconciled friends making up, Kyven has some doubts, "I'm not sure I want to continue with this hiking trip. I think can find my own way back."
"We came in my SUV," Sebastian reminds him. "It's a good hour and half walk back to your place?"
"Oh right."
"Besides," Sebastian pulls his trump card, "what am I going to do this weekend, juggling two?"
"Two? Two what?"
"Chad and Armando. They have the weekend off and said they would not mind having two guests drop by?"
Suddenly they are interrupted by Chad's zipper, him saying, "Nice blowjob. Nothing really spectacular, but it'll help me to get by."
Sebastian asks, "Where's Armando?"
"On his way back to the cabin." Chad adds description, "I decided to pull out at the last minute and wet down his chest fur. Love doing that," he laughs, "really makes Armando reek after he puts his shirt on!"
With sarcasm, Kyven says, "Mr. Niceguy!"
"I am," Chad replies, "really I am," fingering his uniform, trying to turn the sleeves back out so he can thread his arms back in.
"I bet," Kyven replies, a jerky looking smile to his lips.
"So, Kyven," Chad asks, like nothings happened, "you up for visiting with us this weekend?"
"I dunno. One fink is really enough for one hiking trip!"
"Oh-h-h-h," Chad whines, "you hurt me, like right here," he punches his shirt pocket with his own fist. Then, immediately follows up, "Oh no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"
Wondering what calamity has befallen Chad, they watch as he unbuttons the pocket closest to his heart, pulls it open, calling into it, "You alright Chester?"
"Chester?" Sebastian questions.
Kyven, slowly walking towards Chad, asks, "Who's Chester?"
"A little baby cricket I found back on the trail. I was going to take him home and keep him for a pet.... you okay Chester?"
Being forward, Kyven puts his index finger on Chad's pocket opening, pulling on it, looking into it, "I think he's a goner!"
"Bummer!" Chad replies.
Lightheartedly, Sebastian says, "Life sucks!"
"Will you cut that `life sucks' stuff out Sebastian? How would you like it if somebody clobbered your best friend?"
"Best friend?" he argues. "It's a damn insect!"
Kyven then hammers into Sebastian, "Don't mind him. He's already proven he's insensitive to a person's feelings!"
"Well!" Sebastian says in an insulted tone, placing hands on his knees, rising up off the log, "On that note, I think I'll go see if Armando needs help with his shower!"
Right after Sebastian has departed, Kyven says, "I think something moved!"
With elation, Chad says, "Cool! He's alive!"
"Awesome!" Kyven replies, not only on the announcement of Chester's welfare, but enjoyment of watching Chad's brilliant smile.
Swaying from Chester, the twenty-seven year old says, "Yeah. Awesome!" his attention now stuck on Kyven. With Chester safe, Chad relays as hands run up and down Kyven's hairy forearms, "I like how you handled Sebastian."
"Well yeah, thanks, but most of the time I'm okay with him, being who I am."
Moving forward and knowing he's about to make bodily contact, Chad moves the left side of his unbuttoned shirt up and over his left shoulder so his pocket doesn't get squishy. In a soft, romantic tone, he tells Kyven, "Y'know, I like the stuff you and Sebastian have done. Anytime you feel the urge?"
By now, Chad's auburn pecs were real close to Kyven's shirt.
Kyven's question was, "You like doing stuff like that to guys?"
"Or taking it," and moving in closer, his whole bod plummeted against Kyven's shirt, "especially from a take charge' guy younger' than me. You like older guys?"
Not discounting the fact he could have fun, "Like how old are you?"
"Twenty-seven too old for you?"
How was the teen supposed to handle this? Arms embracing, the hairy neckline in view over the collarbone, then looking up into those green eyes, how could Kyven possibly refute any facts presented. Not with the way his crotch was twitching, that's for sure!
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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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