The following story is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately depict, nor reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in 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. This is fiction. Do not forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matter'; got condom?
"Muscle Jocks For Domination" 11 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
% "Is this where Raavi lives, Steve?"
"That's the address in his wallet. I suppose if the key fits the lock, then we're home!"
With Matt as backup, Steve keys the lock. It opens.
"Shit! Will you take a look at this place!"
"Hey, did you doubt it when you pulled through the iron gates, Matt?"
"Well no, but. Hey, do you think this is real gold?"
"Most likely, Matt, since many items made in India are of real gold."
Then, from a distance they hear some yapping.
"Must be Raj," Steve alerts Matt to, rushing off across the room.
As they traisp through the room, Matt's head flicks to the left and right, eyeing up all the art work on the walls.
"Damn! I think I just saw a Mondrian!"
However, Steve's attention was more drawn to the little yapper.
Opening the door to an unknown destination, a little mutt runs out, scouting around.
"He's looking for Raavi!"
"Oh, the poor little guy," Steve says.
In a whiny voice, almost like Mickey Mouse's, the muscled jock talks to the dog, picking him up.
"You're gonna be alright little fella."
"What are you going to do with him, Steve?"
"I can't leave him here in this big lonely mansion."
"So, you're taking him home with us?"
"With us, Matt?"
"Told you I'm calling out. C'mon. I'll help you look around for some dog food."
"I'll gather up some of his toys," Steve tells Matt, still pampering the pooch, "You want to come with Uncle Stevie and Uncle Matty?"
Matt rolls his eyes, laughing to himself.
"I found enough doggie food for a week, Steve."
Shooting his eyes from where Steve's head should be, to the floor, he sees his friend lying on his back, flat out. Flopping his tie back and forth, Matt watches Raj jump over Steve's pecs, as the tie flops to the right, then left, then back again.
"I think I know what Raj's favorite toy is going to be!"
"Right," Steve replies, "but if I don't stop, his little toenails are going to have my pecs all scratched up."
"More work for me," Matt tells him.
"Oh? And how would that go, Matt?"
"Making my tongue work overtime?"
"Hmm," Steve said back to him, wiggling his eyebrows. Then as the tie chasing quelled, he `Mickey-Moused', "Did you have fun chasing Uncle Stevie's tie?"
"Uncle Stevie?" Matt laughed out loud.
"Get over it, Uncle Matty!"
Getting up from the floor, Steve gathered Raj up in a little fuzzball.
"On no."
"Whatsamatter, Steve?"
"How am I going to drive with Raj?"
"He's a little guy. Put him on the seat next to you."
"But what happens if I stop short?"
"Put the seatbelt on him."
"What happens if he flies out of the seatbelt?"
"Um, he gets plastered on the windshield?"
Steve gave Matt a grim look.
"Never mind, Steve. We'll take my car and leave yours here."
"Cool."
Piling into Matt's older model Jetta, they head out of the Omparkash estate.
"We better let Raavi know that Raj is coming home with us, Steve."
"Right. Hey, wait a minute."
"I'm not sure I like that look, Steve."
"If we call the hospital, we're bound to get Ian on the line, right?"
"Well, yeah. He is in charge of Raavi. So?"
"Just maybe we should... prepare him a bit for when he and Jim get together tonight?"
"You think that Jim is going to really follow through on this, Steve?"
"Did you check your car door for cum-stains, Matt?"
"Putting the ignition back in park, Matt opened his door, got out and checked.
"I don't believe you checked, Matt."
"Well, you asked, Steve."
"And?"
"I should make you get out and check yourself, Mr. Smartass!"
"Oooh, look. Raj is sleeping so soundly."
"You're a good conman, Steve. Okay, it looked like some precum could have seeped through Jim's uniform, but then again it could be bird crap!"
Putting the blue Jetta in gear, Matt backed up, then pulled out towards the two iron gates.
"Directions, Steve?"
While being connected to Ian, at the hospital, Steve pointed to the left, towards the parkway, mentioning, "Towards 78."
Matt made the turns, zipping under the EZPass arch.
"Hey, Ian... Steve here... I just wanted you to mention to Raavi that we have his doggie... What? Taking him home with me."
Steve didn't mention `us'.
"By the way, Ian, we ran across Jim Kirk and he seemed mighty anxious to hook up with you."
Matt directs, "Tell him he was horny."
"What did I say?" Steve asked Ian, as he probably heard Matt talking. "I said he was real horny..... Sure he was dressed in his police uniform, Ian. He was on duty still.... What's that, Ian? Sure. Might be a good idea if you give him a call.... Okay, later."
"What did he say, Steve?"
"I think you got most of it, but then Ian couldn't wait to hang up and get on his cell phone with Jim."
"Hmm... I wonder how this is going to pan out."
Steve interrupts to say, "Um, cut off at exit 40, Matt."
"Williamstown, Steve? You must be turning the dough."
"Not as elite as you think, Matt. Don't expect it to be up to the `Omparkash' standards."
"Wouldn't matter a hill of beans, Steve. I'm not looking for what the man has. I'm looking at the `man'."
"Hmm... wait till you see `the man' without anything on!"
"Likewise," Matt gets even.
"Hang a right."
"Hmm... towards Finn's Junction, huh Steve?"
"Don't get your hopes up, Matt."
"On the contrary, Steve. They've been up for hours!"
"Horny bastard!" Steve accuses Matt, with a wry smile.
"Um, should we stop for shaving cream?"
"Nah. If we run out, I've got plenty of duct tape!"
"What tha...."
Steve laughed his ass off, even as Matt swatted him in the chest.
"Oh, look what you've gone and done, Steve. You woke up little Rajjie!"
Steve smiled at the cutesy little way Matt talked about Raavi's pooch. Even thought Matt was being real sweet, up until now, he talked like a muscle jock, only now bowing to the language of the Mouse's.
"By the way, Matt, who is it that you keep coming to see at the hospital."
"Oh, I never told you?"
"Nope."
Before Matt got to divulge the info to his muscle jock friend, he had to wait, as Steve introduced Rajjie to the neighborhood. With the little poodle perched in one hand, Steve pointed everything out to him.
"See that, Rajjie? That's where all the kids go to school... and look there, that's where the kiddies play on the playground. And ooooh, wow..." Not part of the neighborhood, but definitely a turn on, Steve points out, "See the two boys on the motorcycle," then breaking out of the cutesy voice, to the more hot jock lingo and directing the comment to Matt and not Rajjie, "No, see the two `hotties' on the motorcycle!"
"Cheating on me already, Steve?"
"Cheating on you?"
Matt glanced, when he could, smiling at Steve. Sitting back in his seat, he let Rajjie go on a self guided tour, as he thought about it. Sure, he thought Matt was hot. He knew the guy rang his chimes way back in the elevator, the first time he met him, with Jim there.
"Next right."
Matt pulled into the drive, coming to what looked like a check-in booth you see at a security checkpoint.
"Oh rats!"
"What?"
"The little clicker to get in, is in `my' car!"
"Do you think that sexy guy in the booth will recognize you, Steve?"
"Yeah, he knows me."
"Oh? How well, Steve?"
"Forget it. I know you're going think it's a waste, but he's straight."
"What a waste!" Matt repeats.
They laughed, as Steve opened the door. Again, in the goo-goo talk, taking Rajjie with him, he babies the pup, "Rajjie want to meet Sam?"
Sitting there behind the wheel, Matt wanted to meet Sam. Especially when Steve approached the little, booth and Sam came out from behind the little shack. He saw Sam wave Steve on, so he didn't have to come all the way to the security booth.
Getting back in the car, Matt said to Steve, "A total waste!"
"I told you. Look at those hot buns."
"I'm looking Steve, I'm looking."
Something Matt noticed, that maybe Steve hadn't picked up on, is Sam leaning out of the booth, after the car had passed through. If driving a loaded Mercedes, he would figure it was the car, but a 2000 Jetta with a few dents in it? Come on!
"To the right... left... two more blocks and left... here we are."
"Whew, Steve! Next time you're driving and I'm holding the pooch!"
"C'mon. I can't wait to see where Rajjie if going to sleep."
Matt thought, `Rajjie? Where am I going to sleep?'
"Here we are...ta daaaaaaah... how do you like it?"
"Nice," Matt replied, yet a bit disappointed.
"Come on in and kick your shoes off. Get comfortable. Just move that stuff over there."
With Rajjie in one hand, Steve picked up the tie, flinging it over his shoulder, along with the dress pants, gym pants and two muscle tees. He bent down and plucked the sneakers from the floor.
`Oh boy', Matt said to himself, regarding the condition of the living room. In addition to odds and ends of clothing scattered about, DVD's lay here and there, as did muscle magazines.
"C'mon in the kitchen."
It didn't get much better. Dishes lay in the sink and Steve's cereal bowl still on the kitchen table.
"What's this, Steve?"
"Oh, so that's what happened to that!"
Matt holds by the least amount of material, one of Steve's jockstraps, pulling it from the sink.
"Easy way to save, washing dishes and clothes together, Steve."
"Actually, it was the jock, then I must've forgotten and dumped the dishes in there."
"Yeah. Okay, Steve. If you say so."
"Want something to eat?"
"Can I check the condition of the fridge first?"
"Oh, I see," Steve replied, coming down off of his natural high. "Guess you think I'm some kind of slob, huh?"
Matt stood there, shaking his head, arms crossed over his chest.
"Listen, why don't you take care of feeding Rajjie and I'll see if I can clean this up?"
"No. `You' feed Rajjie and I'll clean up, Steve."
"I can't have you doing that, Matt."
Before Steve could set the pup down, Matt had his shirt unbuttoned and stripped.
"Wow!" Steve said, admiring Matt's physique.
"Oh, hope you don't mind Steve. A habit since I was a kid. Easier than rolling up the sleeves."
"Mind? Why would I mind?"
Giggling, Matt says, "Um, you better close your mouth, Steve before you find something in it!"
Looking upon the blonde fuzz, covering the white chest, dotted with the pink nips, Steve wanted something in his mouth.
Opening the bag of chow and getting it ready for Rajjie, he commented, "It'd be a crying shame to shave the hot stomach of yours, Matt."
"Nah. I want you to shave it, Steve. See how it looks to have a trail down it. I can always let it grow back."
Steve admired Matt front and back, perfectly shaped for a body builder. Biceps, triceps.. nothing except the hottest bod!
"How many days do you workout, Matt?"
Washing out a glass, Matt thought how lively the place got since taking his shirt off.
"Most of the time five days. How about you, Steve?"
"Five days. Working for an exercise equipment company, they make it mandatory."
"You're so lucky Steve. When I get enough bread together, I'm going to get back to the gym, which will probably be a coupla years."
"I meant to ask how you swing it, waiting on tables, going to college and having afford rent and everything, not that it's any of my business."
Steve waited, then sensed something distressing.
"Something wrong, Matt?" Steve asked.
Watching Matt suddenly become immobile, whereas he had been energetically working at his task, Steve finishes setting out the water bowl and goes to the sink.
"Got a problem? Need to talk about it?"
Steve took the sponge out of Matt's hand, grabbed the towel and started drying his hands.
"I'm not an invalid," Matt replied.
"Something is wrong, isn't it?"
"Sorry about that," Matt apologized with the wiseguy remark.
"Why don't you have a seat for a minute?"
Steve pulled the chair out and let Matt sit. He sat behind his cereal bowl.
"Now, what's up?"
"It's a long story, Steve."
"Like where am I going, other than the Hockey games on in ten minutes, so hurry up!"
Matt smiled, saying, "I wanted to watch it, too."
"Then let's get on with it."
"Okay. So, I had this room mate. Actually still do. He's the one I was visiting in the hospital."
"And?"
"Steve, he has AIDS."
"Oh no!"
"Yeah. Steve, I didn't sleep with him... he was just a room mate, not a lover."
"I believe you, Matt."
"At least somebody does."
"Why? Who did you tell that doesn't?"
"Chip's parents for one. They think Chip got infected from me."
"Why would they think that?"
"Because they're stupid. They wouldn't even hear of it that I didn't have sex with him. They just figure two gay guys rooming together and that's it."
"Well, didn't Chip clue them in?"
"Steve, Chip was in a bar. The guy with him, set him up with a drink. Something was in it. At the hospital, not only did they pump his stomach, but through other testing, the AIDS came up. Plus... Chip's in a coma."
"That sucks!"
"I know. Not that I really care about his parents, but it would be nice that they knew the truth about us."
"So, let me guess."
"What?"
"Chip was paying half the rent and now he's not paying half the rent?"
"Right. This has been going on for four months now and my saving are depleted. I don't even know if I can swing another semester of college. Dammit! I'll never get that bachelor's degree."
Steve could see that Matt has been carrying around a lot on his shoulders, besides those hot pecs.
"Hey, the game's on in three minutes. Heck with the dishes. Let's go and relax, Matt."
"Yeah. Okay."
As the two proceeded back into the spacious living room, Steve noticed Matt didn't pick up his shirt.
"Be right back. Turn on the TV, okay?"
"Sure."
Hurrying back to the bedroom, Steve stripped down to the buff and stepped into pair of gym shorts. Returning, he brought a pair for Matt.
"Here, I hope they fit. You can change in the bedroom, if you want."
"What's wrong with right here?"
Steve liked that even better.
Even though Matt was a blonde, as the trail dipped below the waist, it got darker and thicker.
"Aren't you going to watch the game, Steve?"
"Oh yeah! The game!"
Matt smiled. However, did Steve ever get a surprise, when his house guest sat down on the sofa next to him, without the gym shorts!
"Now, how am I supposed to keep my mind on the game? Answer me that, Matt?"
"Sorry," Matt replied.
But he wasn't, as he reached in front of Steve and turned his chin away from the big screen, towards his lips.
"I'm sorry for being selfish, Steve.. but.. this is the first night of relaxation I've had in months."
Looking at Matt, Steve wanted it, too. Falling to the side, he lay flat, causing Matt to align himself with the jock body.
"Why don't we even up the score, Steve?"
"Hockey?"
"No. `jockey'!"
Smiling, Steve pressed his feet against the sofa cushions, as Matt helped him out of his gym shorts.
"Nice," is the first thing to come out of Matt's mouth.
Steve figured Matt would go right down on his tool, but instead he shimmied himself up, so that his ass lay on Steve's hairy chest.
"Oh, sorry. Here I am assuming you're a bottom, Steve."
At first smiling, Steve looked at the 8c, the piss slit staring at him. With one hand, he bent the hard shaft down and licked the head.
"Ooooooooh yeah..."
Right away, Matt bent down and kissed Steve. Reaching over to the table, Steve took the control and flicked off the hockey game.
"What's this?"
"Bedtime!" Steve grinned.
"But I thought you wanted to watch the game, Steve?"
"Some things are more important. Come on."
However, as the two got up, right in front of them, little Rajjie wagged his tail.
"I think he has to go out. What do you think?"
"I think so, Steve."
"You go get the bed warmed up and I'll take him out."
"But, Steve. I'm a stranger. You barely know me. How can you leave me in your house?"
"Scared?"
"No! I'm not scared!"
"Oh. Thought in this sloppy place you thought you might get tangled up in a dirty laundry pile!"
"I didn't think that. Um, do you think I could fall and break a leg, Steve?"
"The bedroom's that-a-way," Steve pointed Matt in the direction.
When Matt got to the bedroom, he stood there for a minute of two, mouth gaping open, saying to himself, "Steve....Steve...Steve..." Fortunately Matt liked challenges. Right away, he set about to clean everything up. Maybe not permanently, but temporarily, to get through the night. He couldn't find any clean sheets, so the old ones stayed on the bed, but he did manage to try to segregate the dirty clothes from the clean ones. The hamper overflowed. Yet, he did find some nice jock scents!
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Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.