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" 14 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"You know, Steve, I could pretend and say that your insinuations hurt, but the real truth is.... I think you're right!"
Steve's hands rubbing the sides of Rick's suit jacket, showed the caring attitude each had for the other. Steve was taking this lightly.
"And I want you to know Rick, that there's no hard feelings over it."
"Now that part I'm not sure of, Steve."
"Rick, can we get serious here?"
The twenty-six year old muscle jock gestures an apology.
"Rick, there might have been a time when I thought that we could make it as a couple... well it's no sense weeping over it, besides...."
"Steve, I want you to know something as well," Rick gets serious.
"I know. You've thanked me a hundred times over for getting you this job, Rick."
"No, other than that."
Rick's serious composure put Steve into the same mood, trance-like.
"Steve, I want you to know that there will always be a special place in my heart for you. No matter if we did or didn't hit it off, I.... I still love you, Steve," Rick said, ending his confession with a sweet kiss. "By the way, Steve, cheap shot on the promotion thing, but I'll let it slide," Rick added to his list of comments.
Realizing his hideous remark, just two minutes ago, indicating Rick's relationship with Verraros, bringing about the promotion, Steve apologizes.
"Hey, I was only joking about how well you and Verraros get along. Whatever you do with your time, that's okay. Sorry. I didn't mean that you got your promotion because you can get off on each other and..."
"Yeah-yeah, Steve," Rick puts aside the now 'historical' comments.
With only the open laptop between them and propped up off the desktop, Rick goes to reel Steve in for a kiss.
"What?"
"I detect less energy in that maneuver than a few minutes ago, Steve. What's up?" Rick asks, backing off, placing his arms across his own bod, under his pecs.
Smiling, Steve reports the news, "I met a guy yesterday at the hospital."
"Hmm.. Anybody I know?"
"Nobody from Advantage."
"Nice bod?"
"Decent. Needs some work."
"Age?"
"Around the same as me, twenty-four, twenty-five."
"Go all the way?"
"I suppose you're going to quiz me right down to the last little glute?" Steve makes the wiseass remark, reaching around Rick's bod and giving his tush a pronounced squeeze.
The look on Rick's face, shows the desire.
"Not much to tell, other than where I met him, Rick."
"Doctor?"
Rubbing index finger and thumb together, as if to sense the viscosity of cum, Rick refers to the 'money' aspect.
Overriding the cheap shot, Steve continues, "We went to bed and he's a real hottie. Suppose you want details?"
"Break out the tissues," Rick says sarcastically, peering at Steve's crotch, resettled on his desktop. "That hot, huh?"
"Blonde, like me, but lighter texture, light covering of his pecs, down his stomach," though Steve doesn't mention Matt's wanting to have his stomach hair shaved, chiseled into a bellytrail, "nice pubes."
"How nice?"
"What's this? A damn interrogation? Break out the cuffs and billyclubs, why don't you?"
"Oh, palease! After last night, I've had enough for one week!"
"Yeah? You didn't fill me in. What did Verraros do to you?"
"Nothing that we haven't done before."
"Like you've ever clued me in, Rick?"
"Okay. But listen at your own risk," Rick says, throwing the box of tissues back to Steve, whose split second reflexes, catches it like a football. Looking to his watch, Rick added, "Plus, we have only fifteen before the meeting starts, Steve?"
"I want to hear every little horny detail. How long will it take Rick?"
"Hmm... hours."
"How long did you two play around for?"
"Seemed like hours. Um, might have been two or three."
"Well, give me a hint of what I'm going to hear about later."
"I got there, stripped, played, then slept it off."
"Like wow, you didn't even give me time to get my hand to my dick, Rick!"
"Like that would make a difference, Steve?" Rick replied, looking down at his pup tent.
There wasn't any excuse Steve could give, to hide that fact.
"I guess Verraros was right."
"Oh? And how would that go, Rick and what else did Verraro say about me?"
"What do you want to hear about first, Steve, you or me?"
Steve, in a quandary now, stood there, thinking about it.
"Meeting in ten minutes, Steve?"
"Me.. me.. me.. me.. me.... Yeah... me!"
"First thing he said is your lips felt so velvety on his cock and then..."
"No, wait! Tell me about you, Rick. Wait! He did say that?"
"Steve, you fickled fuck!"
"I know... I know.. So, what did you two do?"
"As usual, I know that when I walk through his front door, I surrender myself."
"What do you mean surrender yourself, Rick?"
"As if I was you, yesterday, Steve? My will is Verraros' will."
"I can relate to that, Rick. It's like his voice is so alluring."
"Hmm," Rick said, agreeing, but also noticing the pup tent growing to an adult-sized tipi.
"You spend more time with him than me. Don't you think, Rick?"
"Steve, my relationship with Verraro is different than with you."
"Like how, Rick?"
"I totally submit to him, without question."
"Nah. Can't be."
"What makes you say that, Steve?"
"Not you Rick. You're like this big muscle jock. You got guts. You don't let anybody push you around. I mean, look what happened that night, in the gay bar, when we first met."
"Wouldn't you defend your drink you just paid for, Steve?"
"I can't believe you kneed the guy in the balls, over a $2 pint."
"The dork had a lot of moxie. He needed something like that to straighten him out."
"A college jock? And in front of his buddies, Rick?"
"You make it sound like I was picking on the kid because I'm like older than him, Steve. Get off it. We're only a couple of years older than that guy."
"Yeah, okay, I guess. I still can't forget how fearful his buds looked, after you did it, though."
Sliding his jacket off of his one shoulders, the 6'1" jock flexes his muscles, stretching his shirt sleeves at the seams.
"Yeah, I know Rick," Steve got the message, "it's one of the first things that grabbed my attention in the bar that night. Damn, you looked hot in that muscle tee."
"Oh, so that's what got you to buy the second round of beers? Eh, Steve?"
"Not to mention your incredibly good looks," Steve added, blushing.
Smiling, Rick moved closer, within an inch or so of Steve.
"Damn, I should have snatched you up while you were still doing solo."
"We've been through this already, haven't we Rick?"
"Yeah. You're right," Rick replies, walking away.
Feeling for the guy that might have worked out to be his own, Steve follows him across the room. He stops to look, meaningless, at a bulletin board that has not been updated for a half year.
Placing his arms around Rick's middle, his lips within earshot of his, Steve says, "Doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it?"
Both must've felt the sensation at the same time. His hands on either side of Rick's worked stomach, feeling up the taut obliques. Inside, Rick's emotions are doing flip-flops, as the hands tenderly massage the hard abs.
"Dammit, Steve!"
"I know you want me now Rick, but...."
"No, it's not that Steve."
"You don't want me?" Steve replies, pouty lips, as Rick turns.
"No, Steve. You went and made me hard," Rick replied, smiling, pointing his finger lower.
"Hee heee... like I didn't detect that when you turned around?"
"I want to tell you something, buddy, like I let you believe when you saw me first?"
Steve looked at Rick, with question.
"Yeah.. hee hee... I saw you when you first walked in the bar. What do you want, I was shy guy."
"Shy, Rick?"
"Like I said, Steve, I have a lot to thank you for. If I hadn't met up with you, I wouldn't have had this job, a chance to come out of a shell of a man, that I was and... to meet a... a..." taking a deep breath, Rick replied, "a hot guy like Max Verraros."
"So, what are you making a big fuss over me for then, Rick?"
"Because I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me, Steve. Like I told you that night, Steve, I was on my last leg. I was fresh out of a divorce, had tons of bills to pay and..."
"Shhh, Rick, you don't have to go over that again," Steve put his finger up to Rick's lips. "Don't torture yourself, Rick. Like I've said to you before, that part of your life is behind you."
"I know and I want you to know something, Steve."
"What's that, Rick?"
"Last night, after Verraros and I had our bdsm fun, we lay there in bed and...."
"Oh, so that's what turns you on, is it? I wondered."
"Yeah, but let me explain something. Last night, as we lay there, softly making love to each other, I felt it in my heart that I had to defend you, Steve."
"Defend me, Rick? How does that go?"
"Well, I let on to Verraros the whole scenario of meeting you in the gay bar, yeah, kneeballing the college jock, but also how you sat there and listened to my problems, gave me some great advice and then stuck your neck out to offer me a job."
"And what did Verraros say to that?"
"He stated that I didn't have to work at trying to defend you, Steve."
"Really?"
"His exact words. Like I told you. Like I tell all the guys, from time to time, as they need a boost, Verraros isn't the enemy here. Like me, other guys need to be set on course. Part of his job is to weed out the bad seeds and develop the good ones."
"True. I suppose that's why the vacancy occurred, to allow you to pursue your abilities."
"That's right, Steve and after telling Verraros all about us, he told me out straight, that he had the same feelings."
"You lost me, Rick."
Smiling, Rick replies, "Listen, Steve, it doesn't matter. All you have got to know is that Verraros thinks a lot of you. He told me that he almost made a mistake."
"Max Verrano make a mistake? You've got to be kidding, Rick!"
"Don't be so facetious, Steve. For awhile there, Verraros thought the downswing in your department was your fault."
"Mine?"
"Yeah, until he did some hardcore investigating and found it was your team partner, Herring, that was the thorn in the company's ass."
"Um, I thought his ass was kind of nice."
"Like I don't know how you look at mine, Steve?"
"Hee hee... yeah, with my infrared vision?"
"I always knew you had `hot' eyes."
"So, what else did Verraros have to say about me?"
Looking at his watch, Rick reported, "C'mon. I'll tell you on the way."
However, before departing the two person office, the two realized some unfinished business.
"69?" Steve suggested.
"Get real, Steve."
"How about we do a mutual in the boy's room?"
"I'll race you!"
Not only did the two hustle, stashing their laptops away, but hurrying to the jon, when holding each other's hard shafts in their hands, the two howled at nearly the same time, when shooting their loads into the sink.
"I made you cum first."
"Oh no, Steve, it was me who made you cum."
"No way, Rick...."
Down the hallway, that's all the constructive conversation the two could think up. Mountains of happiness hit a fault line, as the two entered the room.
"Uh-oh," Rick chided, "somebody's dicked his ass!"
"Has anybody ever?" Steve asked, curious if Rick knew any historical relevance of the total top.
"Not that I know of," Rick replied, giving a smile that stated it as most likely fact.
"Well, it's good to see that somebody is interested in keeping to the tight schedule around here," the executive ogre said out loud.
Steve felt an awesome shiver that instead of the hand pounding him into the ground, a heralding pat on the back commended him on being there.
"Thanks Mr. Verraro, sir," Steve replied.
Catching a wink and slight grin, made him feel good, before Verraro turned back into his evil self.
Leaning into Rick, as they hefted the lid of their laptops, Steve commented to his buddy, "Thanks!"
Rick smiled, saying, "Are you talking about my handling of your sword?"
"You know what I mean!"
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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.