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" 27 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"How about going to Taco Bill's?"
"I can't, Raavi."
"Why not? Aren't you Hispanic? You like tacos and enchilada's, Luis?"
Luis thought of Raavi as either stupid or dumb, but forgave him, as he scanned the cute look on his face.
"Love them, but no dinero."
"That means money, right?"
"Si. You know Spanish?"
"A little. C'mon. I've got money."
"No. Not right."
"Sure it is. You're my guest."
The twenty year old Mexican thought about it for a sec, then responded, "Okay. I pay you back."
"You already have."
"Huh?" Luis asked.
Raavi first hugged, then kissed. Luis wasn't opposed to the barter system.
"My cell," Raavi responded to the sweet love pact. Responding, he called out to Luis, "It's Josh." Then, after a few more words, he hung up.
"What does Josh say to you?"
"He's on his way over. I told him we were going out to Taco Bill's for dinner and he wants to go with us. He's bringing his boyfriend."
"Jordan?"
"No. Says he's bringing Sebastien."
"What come of Jordan?"
"Josh said something like Jordan met a guy named Emilio, they hit it off and.. I don't know. I kind of have things mixed up. We'll find out when he gets here."
A troubled look filled Luis' facial expression.
"What's the matter, Luis?"
"You.. you not leave me?"
Putting Luis in his embrace, gave him some peace of mind.
"I like you a lot Luis."
"But I not a citizen. They send me back to Mexico."
"No. They wouldn't, Luis. My mother and father have lots of friends. They look out for me. We'll find a way of making this right. Trust me?"
Those brown, puppy dog eyes would melt a popsicle. Raavi ventured to guess the trust was there. They melded for another sweet lip-locking, until the front door opened.
"Raavi?" Josh's voice rung out.
"In here," he called out.
Raavi's arm around Luis' shoulder, the two headed in the direction of the front door. Clustered under Josh's arm, his nineteen year old companion entered with him.
"Guys, meet Sebastien Bereau. Seb, this is Raavi and Luis."
Breaking free of Seb, Josh embraced Luis first, then Raavi. Not with it too much on the gay scene, Luis nor Raavi could comprehend why a total stranger, meeting for the first time, offered a tight hug, instead of a handshake, but it felt good.
"C'mon, we'll pile into my jeep," Josh offered.
Raavi and Luis took up residence in the back of the midnight red colored vehicle, Seb parking himself in the front, passenger side. Within seconds, the four sped down the main drag, headed for Taco Bill's.
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"Honey, I'm home!"
"I think that phrase is getting warn out, Steve."
"You're probably right, Alex. Most likely though, Matt's warn out."
"Oh? From this morning's sex?" Steve's new secretary jokes.
"From cleaning the house. The guy's been working like a white tornado around here. Betcha he's upstairs crashing for a nap."
"The better half?"
Alex's statement hit home, dawning on Steve that since Matt was added to the household, it began to take on a literally `new' look.
"Yeah. Hey look, Alex, help yourself to a beer in the fridge. I'm going to go wake up sleeping beauty."
Advancing to the stairwell, Steve slings his suit jacket over his shoulder and climbs the stairs. Creaking their bedroom door open, the afternoon sun peeks through the blinds. Suddenly, as if gut punched, the air whooses out of his lungs.
"Oh shit!"
With his back pinned to the hall wall, he's set back in his thinking, at the sight of seeing Matt in bed with another male, his crotch nestled up to the guy's ass, arms folded around the man's chest, as if it could have been himself. To be sure he hasn't seen a mirage, Steve takes another look. Sure enough, the two are sawing wood, laying there in the `lover's sleeping position'.
"What's the matter Steve? You look like you've seen a ghost," Alex quizzes Steve.
"I wish I had. I think I need something stronger. How about you?"
"I'm fine with the beer Steve."
Uncapping the JD, Steve pours himself a `shot', into an ordinary water glass. He takes a swig from the bottle, before picking up the glass.
"Is there something wrong Steve?"
Setting the glass down, before reaching his lips, Steve confesses outright, "He's in bed with another man!"
"Do you know him?"
"Who?"
"The other man."
"No, I don't know who the other man is. Dammit! For the first time in my life, I thought I had found Mr. Right and now I find out... and in my own house, it's Mr. Fuckaround!"
"Maybe there's an explanation for it, Steve."
"Yeah, there's an explanation alright. The guy used me. I'm going to march right up there now and..."
"Hi Steve honey. Oh, sorry didn't know we had company."
Matt grabs the small square kitchen towel and holds it over his crotch. It covers his cock and balls okay, still revealing some of his blonde pubic region. Steve stands there, not sure what to say. However, Matt giggles, when he detects Alex staring at the dish towel.
"I suppose I really wouldn't be needing this?"
Whipping the towel away, Matt replaces it on the towel rack.
Quite out of reaction, Alex inquires, "How big are you?" Then instantly catching himself, says, "I mean...never mind."
Bluntly replying, Matt, giving Steve a peck on the cheek, replies, "Around nine and a half, when hard. You?"
Alex already had turned a shade of red, but replied anyway, "Dunno," his mind still wandering over Matt's nude physique.
"Um, if you don't mind, I have to chat with Steve."
Clearing his throat, Alex replied, "Apparently."
Matt's look on his face, questioned Alex's motives for the remark.
"So?" Steve, one hand on his hip, the stiff drink in the other, asked, annoyed.
"Bad day at work?"
"No. Bad day at home!" He sarcastically replied.
"Is something wrong, Steve honey?"
"You tell me, `Matthew honey'," another dart was thrown at Matt.
Putting two and two together, Matt began to interrogate Steve, "Wait. Did you come upstairs when you got home?"
"Shouldn't you be asking did I catch you with your slut in bed, Matthew?"
"My slut?"
"I don't know how you've managed to do all the housework you've done and fit in the tricks. What has it been, Matthew? One trick in the morning and one at night?"
"It's not the way you think, Steve."
Three times Matt tried getting some sensible conversation in, but Steve butted back in, degrading Matt's reputation, crushing him underfoot, driving him into the ground as if a stake. Just as Steve's about to accuse his lover for the umpteenth time, Alex barges in the kitchen, with Matt's other bedfellow.
"Hey, you know Matt, your brother is a funny guy!"
"Your brother?" Steve puts the question to Matt.
"Yeah. You didn't know that, Steve?" Alex asks.
"Why didn't you tell me, Matt?"
"I tried Steve, but you kept on rambling on and on with all these allegations."
Boone was smart to keep his mouth shut, standing there in his jeans.
"Ooooh boy," Steve admitted.
Finally, Boone asked his brother, "Want us to wait out in the living room, Matt?"
"Please."
Remaining silent for what seemed like eternity, Matt, his arms folded over his stomach, stood there, looking down at his hairy forearms.
Then, Steve started in, "I'm sorry, but you don't know how it looked, Matthew."
Lifting his head, looking at Steve, he replied, "I think I can imagine. Even though it was my little brother, you had no way of telling the difference between him and some trick, Steve."
"True, but..."
"Plus, we haven't really known each other but a coupla days, so why should you trust me?"
Even though what Matt said, about knowing each other a little while could be true, Steve then sensed something, a gut feeling, call it, telling him that Matt really cared about him and wouldn't do what it appeared to be happening in their bedroom a half hour ago. Swallowing everything that has transpired, Steve moves over in front Matt, placing his hands on his shoulders.
"Listen, I've made a bad call here."
"Huh?" Matt looks up, into Steve's eyes.
"Yeah. I mean, why would anybody go to all the trouble of cleaning up this shithole that I've made it, unless they cared about the guy?"
"That's the thing Steve. I do care. I care about you. A lot."
Smirking, turning into a slight smile, Steve replies, "I know you do, Matt. I..."
"Steve, before you go on any further, I want to tell you something else. I'm not trying to take advantage of your hospitality..."
"Hospitality?"
"Right and if you think this doesn't sound right, I'll go with your judgement. My brother, Boone, doesn't have anywhere to go and..." now embarrassed, he tells Steve, "without even asking you, I told Boone he can stay here until he makes arrangements for another living space."
Matt then held back, waiting for the shit to hit the fan, the angry words to bellow from Steve's mouth. However, instead, Steve's grips on Matt's muscled biceps, loosened up. As Steve moved in for a lip-lock, his hands slipped around to Matt's back, engulfing his whole bod.
"Of course he can stay here. He's family," Steve tried to ease Matt's mind.
"Really? Because if he can't I can try to find him a cheap room or something."
"On your waiter's salary?"
"Yeah, well I can pick up another shift maybe."
"Are you kidding? Then the curtains will never get hung up!"
"No joke, Steve. If you have any reservations about Boone staying here, I..."
"Told you it's okay and I don't want to hear any more of your protests, Matt."
He thanked Steve with a kiss.
"However, I do have some questions about you bedding your own brother, Matthew."
Matt figured that part of the whole scenario warranted an explanation.
"Yeah, well that's another thing I wanted to explain, Steve."
"Why don't we save that for later. I think Alex might be a little hungry."
Interrupting their conversation, the two heard a huge roar of laughter from the other room. They hurried in, Matt excusing himself to run upstairs to put something on.
"Getting acquainted, Alex?"
"Oh, Steve. This kid is so witty."
"Apparently," Steve remarked, seeing his twenty-seven year old secretary almost in tears, from laughing.
The next joke out of Boone's mouth made Steve roll his eyes. However, Alex almost fell off the sofa, laughing his ass off.
"How about some pizza?" Matt asked, returning to the trio.
"Oh, you didn't have to get dressed on my account."
"Horny bastard!" Matt told off Alex.
"I'm half-naked," Boone says to Alex.
Not to offend, Alex comments, "You all look really nice."
"All?" Matt asks, thinking Alex means `all three'."
Suddenly Steve gets the jitters, thinking about Alex and himself this afternoon, locked in his office, no clothes. That scene?
"Why don't I help you figure out the pizza order, Matthew honey?"
Once again, the two sequester themselves away in the kitchen.
"So, was he a hot fuck?"
"Who?"
Matt replies, "I was truthful with you Steve. Your turn!"
"Yeah, okay. We had an affair. I couldn't help myself."
"Well, next time behave, Steve. What do you want on your pizza?"
Watching Matt eye up the menu from Pazzo Pazzo's, he feels robbed of giving more of an explanation.
"We didn't even fuck."
"You know, Steve, I've always wanted to taste pineapple pizza."
"Matthew, would you listen to me?" Steve steps in between Matt and the menu.
"I already did, Steve. You lost control and frankly I can see why."
"You can?"
"Sure. Even though he's kind of geeky, Alex is a hot looking muscle stud."
"Oh much more with his clothes... ahem... I mean."
Matt bursts out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"You are, Steve."
"You're treating this like it's nothing. Here, I catch you upstairs with what I think is your `trick-of-the-day', accuse you of cheating on me and here I am, confessing to you that I've had an affair with my new secretary and..."
"Secretary? You mean you're going to lust over Alex everyday, Steve?"
"No," Steve gets serious, "I'm going to request a transfer for him."
"You can't do that. The guy didn't even start the position."
"Even better to get rid of him before..."
"But Steve, Alex didn't do anything wrong, except maybe make a play for his handsome boss."
"But you just said..."
"I know what I said, but look at it from Alex's point of view. If you go transferring him, look at how it's going to look from his record standpoint."
"I didn't think of that."
"I know. Steve?"
"Yes, Matt?"
"You're going to have to work with Alex, with the mentality that you can't go around sucking and fucking with him. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"You bring him home to share?"
Steve smirked, as Matt smiled.
"So, what do you want?" Matt asked.
Whipping the menu form from Pazzo Pazzo off the table, from behind Steve's butt, he lay it on Steve's chest.
"Anchovies," he checks off, the pen gliding over Steve's right nip.
"Oooooooh!"
Again, Matt checks off the little fishies.
"Oooooooh, you did that on purpose!"
"Yeah, I did," Matt smiles.
"Awfully quiet in the other room," Steve quips.
Not caring at the moment, Matt reaches around Steve, laying the menu and pen on the table.
"Hey you guys, we're hungry!"
Boone grabs the menu and pen from the table. Steve turns around and with Matt, gaze at the two.
"Anchovies? Yuk!" Alex says, after reading the double penned series of checks.
"I want black olives," Boone says, guiding Alex's hand to the little empty, square box.
"Give me that," Matt tells them.
Taking the menu, the pen glides off the page.
"Looks like you just ordered `everything on it', Matt!" Boone tells his brother.
Steve offers Alex another beer and they head off towards the other room.
"Is everything okay, Matt? Did you ask Steve about... you know?"
"He was okay with you staying here."
"What did he say when you told him about you and I having sex?"
"I didn't tell him yet."
"You `are' going to tell him, aren't you?"
"Of course I am."
"Do you think he'll be alright with it?"
Boone didn't have a clue that Steve had caught the two in bed together. Knowing the facts about Steve's affair with Alex this afternoon, Matt guarantees his brother things will be copasetic, not that Matt would ever think of using Steve's adventuresome afternoon as `tit for tat'!
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"Josh, you have good business sense, right?"
"I've had training in communications, but it's not like I haven't followed the rest of the business dealings, going on at Advantage. When a guy has a position such as mine, you listen to a lot of things that are not meant to be heard by the little guy on the totem pole. I think I have a stake in everybody's business. Why Raavi?"
"Even though my parents left me their estate and it amounted to quite a bit of money, I thought of trying to think of a business that might interest me."
"And you've found one, I take it?" Seb questions him.
"I've thought about it and it interests me to turn the mansion into a bed'n'breakfast."
"What it mean?" Luis inquires.
His mind always set on the security of his position of being an illegal alien, he questions what it will mean if a different turn of events happens in Raavi's future. At first it had been Josh that befriended him, then Raavi. One difference is that Luis now feels something more about his latter friend. There became in his life, an even greater need, not to befall the unfortunate situation of being forced to return to his country, for lack of citizenship.
Seb answers Luis' inquiry, "A bed'n'breakfast, like a hotel. People come to stay and rest, taking time out from the daily grind. I think it's a great idea, Raavi. Um, you need a telephone operator? Part time waiter? Jack-of-all-trades?"
Josh laughs, replying, "What about your training at Advantage, Seb?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
Seeing his hopes dashed, Josh tells him, "Sounds kind of exciting. I'm almost tempted into asking for a piece of the pie, myself!"
"Really Josh? Man that would be cool if the four of us could get it going and... nah."
"What?"
Raavi and Luis sit there at Taco Bill's, munching on their tacos, watching the chain of events between the other two. Seb sits there, his head chin to his chest. Josh reaches over and takes the nineteen year olds hand in his two hands.
Lifting his head, at the touch of Josh's palms, Seb replies, "Do you feel it too?"
"Yeah."
In front of Raavi, Luis and the other patrons at Taco Bill's, Josh leans over and gives Seb a sweet kiss.
Luis breaks the action up, pointing at Josh and asking, "You older, no?"
"Five years," Josh replies, adding, "old enough to know what I want!"
"So, it's okay if I defect from Advantage, Josh?"
"If I can, you can!"
"You would do that for me?" Raavi asks the twenty-four year old.
"Sure. I think it's an exciting venture. Plus, I have a bankroll stashed away, wondering what to do with it."
"I don't need the money," Raavi replies to his offer.
"I know, but if I'm..." then changing the possessive aspect of his bankroll, "if we're going to be working our little hearts out, I think we should have a chunk of the business in our name."
"Can I ask something?" Seb says.
"Sure," Raavi and Josh ask at the same time, then laugh.
"I meant Raavi."
The twenty year old Indian replies, "Ask me."
"What do you have at your mansion that is of interest for people to do?"
"Lots of rooms, swimming pool, hot tub, tennis court... my father was very good at tennis. He taught me...."
For the next several minutes, Seb, Josh and Luis let Raavi go on and on, talking about his mother and father, finding out about his life before his parents perished in an accident. Raavi shuts up, as Josh fishes his ringing cell phone from his waist.
"Hello? Heeeey Jordan, what's up? D'Jola's? Um, let me ask." Turning to the others, Josh asks, "Jordan's at D'Jola's. He wants to know if we want to meet him there?"
"What that?" Luis asks.
"Tell him yes," Raavi replies for the two, going on to explain to Luis about the gay club.
Again, Luis puts him off, stating, "No dinero."
Even though Raavi has no intentions of ever collecting, he tells Luis, "That's okay. You pay me back, okay?"
"Ok," Luis mimics Raavi's reply.
After Josh cuts off his conversation with Jordan, Seb makes it a point to tell him, "No dinero, either!"
"Don't worry about it, Seb. You can pay me back when you get your check."
Like Raavi, Josh has similar intentions.
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"That must be the pizza," Matt quips, when they hear the doorbell ringing.
"I'll get it!" Boone offers, rising up from the arm chair.
"Um, I think you're going to need this," Steve offers the wad of bills.
Like mother hen, Matt says to Boone, clad in only sweat pants, "Hey bro, put on a shirt before we sit down to eat?"
"Yeah, ok `dad'!"
For an eighteen year old college jock, Boone is nicely put together. A patch of dark hair, barely reconizable midchest, little wisps around his nips, but then the dark defined statement below his navel, leading into the sweat pants ad to his muscled physique.
"Hiya!" Boone greets the pizza guy.
"Hiya back, yourself!"
Eyeing Boone from head to toe, the pizza guy stands there, scrutinizing the feast before him.
"Um, you want to bring that inside?"
"Oh sure," the guy suddenly realizes there's a reason he's standing there at the door. "Sorry `bout that."
Inside the foyer, he begins to unload the three pies. His elbow scrapes against Boone's bare stomach.
"Y'know it might be better if you do this in the kitchen. That okay?"
"Yeah, sure. If it's okay with you?"
Passing by the outskirts of the livingroom, the pizza guy's attention on Boone's back view, he doesn't even pick up on the three sitting there.
"Looks like Boone has an admirer," Steve quips.
"Kind of cute, isn't he?" Alex states.
Big brother states, "I think I better make sure everything's copacetic."
"He's over eighteen, isn't he?" Steve asks.
"You don't understand," Matt replies, in a serious manner, as he gets up.
Entering the kitchen, he spots the pizza guy writing something down.
"This is my cell phone number, in case you get lonely."
Right off the bat, Matt sarcastically tells the pizza guy, "You get your money?"
"Um. Yeah."
"Then take a hike. My brother doesn't get lonely. Get it?"
"But Matt..." Boone begins to protest.
"Never mind," the pizza guy states, picking up the empty pizza cases and taking his leave.
"Whadja do that for?"
"Do what? It's obvious the guy was trying to pick you up, Boone."
Moving closer to Matt, Boone places his hands on his brother's hips.
"How do you know he was picking me up?"
"What?"
"Matt, you got yourself a man. I have to start looking for my own."
"But, Boone, you..."
"Matt, I love you so much, but I'm getting older now and I think I should try it with another guy."
With all his might, Matt engulfs his younger brother in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Boone. It's just that all these years I've wanted to protect you."
"I know, but I'm eighteen, Matt. I've gotta start finding a life of my own, too."
Not saying another word, the two stand there, hugging, their lips on the sides of each other's necks, taking in their love for each other.
"Ahem! Pizza still warm?" Steve inquires, lifting the lid of one box.
Breaking, Matt grabs a napkin, wiping his nose.
"A Kodak moment!" Alex ribs the two.
Before Steve or Alex can detect it, Boone grabs the paper with the pizza guy's contact info on it and stashes it in the pocket of his sweatpants.
"Nice looking guy... I mean pizza," Steve deliberately goofs.
Boone informs them, "His name is Dash."
"Dash?" Alex asks.
"Yeah. His real name is Jeff Newman, but since he started delivering pizza, they call him Dash, on account of he gives a speedy delivery." Like a machine gun, Boone keeps rattling off information, "Dash is a senior in high school. He's real good at math and english. He plays volleyball and asked me to come play with the team sometime."
Reverting to his paternal manner, Matt asks, "And are you?"
"I might," Boone replies, taking a piece of pineapple pizza.
"You better be careful, that's all I've got to say."
"Dammit, Matt! I'm eighteen years old and in college!"
Literally throwing his piece of pizza back in the box, Boone storms out of the kitchen.
"What'd I say?" Matt questions his ownself.
Rolling his eyes, knowing what he's seen, Steve offers, "Let me go have a chat with him."
"Better you than me. I don't seem to be getting anywhere with him."
Alex states, "Maybe I should go."
"I'm sorry," Matt tells Steve's twenty-seven year old guest.
Turning his back to Alex, hands on the sink, Matt stares into the basin.
"Tell Steve I'll check back with him tomorrow."
"Sorry about all this," Matt turns to tell Alex.
"No problem. It looks like you and your brother have a lot to work out."
"Thanks for being understanding."
"Been there."
"Huh? What do you mean, Alex?"
"Well, I don't know what's up between you and your brother, but my bro and I had a special relationship. Real special."
"Oh? How would that go, Alex?"
"I should really leave."
"No. Sit. I want to hear you out."
"Really?"
"Yeah. C'mon," Matt goes to the fridge, "have a beer."
Alex sat, then began unloading his special association with his older brother.
"You see, my older brother, who's two years older than me, well most likely other people would say this is immoral, but we had sex together."
Suddenly, Matt had a keen interest in getting to know Alex Brilland. They sat across from each other, trading their inner secrets.
"You're not much different than Boone and I, Alex."
"You too? You two had sex together too?"
"Right. It started as something so innocent. I mean, a hug begat some kissing and soon our hands were all over each other," Matt confessed.
"Wow! Same thing for us. At the time we both weren't sure that a guy having feelings for a guy was right."
"Same here, but then Boone and I such an urge to be together."
Eating pizza became second nature, to their thoughts at the moment.
"Same with Christian, that's my brother, and me. Soon we started sleeping together in the same bed."
"How old were you two?"
"Let me think now. Our first encounter happened when I was fourteen. That would put Christian at sixteen. Yeah, that's it."
Relaxing, sitting back in his chair, Alex places his hands behind his head. Staring into space, he smiles as he relays the description of the first time the brothers shared their bodies.
"At first we stood there, hugging. Then Christian slowly began kissing me on the neck. Before we knew it, our hands were up and under each other's shirts, stroking our bodies. Felt so awesome."
After taking a swig of beer, Matt offers, "Same with us, more or less, but we like hit the sheets right away."
"Oh? Tell me about it," Alex broke from his boyhood reverie.
It was Matt's turn to tell the tale of sweet, brotherly bliss.
"Our hands were all over each other, is right. However, our shirts, off in no time, had us in my bed."
"Your bed. Did you share a room?"
"We didn't at first, until we moved in with our uncle."
"Oh?"
"That's another story in itself. Getting back to our first time together, well we didn't waste much time."
Unknown to Matt, one of Alex's hands coddled his beer bottle. The other, under the table, fondled something bottle-shaped.
"Soon we both had stripped butt-naked. Oh man, it felt so hot grinding our crotches together!"
Laughing, Alex sided with Matt's feelings, even though their total exposure didn't happen until a couple of days later. His balls churned with the common knowledge.
"Um, did you get into.. you know?" Alex insinuated the touchy subject.
"Fucking?"
"Yeah... hee heee.."
"Not right away. What about you and Christian?"
"A couple of months."
"Months? That long? Shit! I was fucking Boone before the week was out."
"No kidding?"
"Nope."
"Um, which one of you's instigated it?"
"I think it came as a mutual thing. Same as guys, like Steve and me, whichever one of us felt it right to top, that's the way it turned out. I mean, we didn't come out and declare our positions to each other. It just happened. What about you?"
Smiling, Alex said, "I wanted to fuck Christian. I asked him if I could. Actually, he had the same idea, wanting to fuck me. But I won out." Then, reattaching his thoughts to his memories, Alex told Matt, "Yeah, felt real nice forcing my cock up his ass chute."
"Did he ever get to fuck you, Alex?"
"Nope. The one time he wanted to, he got me all set up, legs up on his shoulders, his lubed shaft all ready to penetrate me and he stopped. I guess he realized he was a true bottom. What about you?"
"I don't know. I mean, I've always fucked Boone. He's always asked me to, but I get this feeling that he has a hankering to try fucking me."
"Hey, I meant to tell you something."
"What's that, Alex?"
"I don't think I was any different than Boone, when it came time for me to be out on my own."
"What do you mean?"
"Christian and I had this bond for so many years, that he felt he had to protect me from any other guy than himself having sex with me."
"Me? Like Christian? Nah, I'm not like that at all."
"I beg to differ, Matt. You're the same as Christian was when I wanted to have sex with another guy."
"Nah."
"Yeah, really Matt. Christian embarrassed the hell out of the first guy I brought home. Drove the guy away, never to return. I had to wait til I was away at college, to have sex with another guy, other than my brother."
Thinking about it, Matt asked, "Was I that blunt?"
"I really felt sorry for the pizza guy and he was even cute!"
"I agree, but.. oh shit!"
Getting up from his seat, walking around the table, Alex lays his hands on Matt's shoulders.
"You're human like the rest of us, Matt. In particular, brothers like to watch out for brothers. You had the best intentions for Boone. Believe me. As Christian wanted for me."
"Oh man, what a doofus I am!"
"Yeah, okay, but you can change that, you know?"
Looking straight up, Matt looks at Alex's upside down, reassuring face.
"Your smile looks like a frown!"
As their conversation wound down, the kitchen door flipped open. Steve and Boone entered.
"Matt, I'm real sorry."
For the next few minutes, each rekindled their brotherly love, apologizing to each other.
"Oh, Boone?"
"Yeah, Matt?"
"When you're talking with Dash, tell him how sorry I am?"
Boone excused himself to make a phone call.
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"I betcha I can take some gut punches, too!"
At Max Verraros' pad, Sam Metz throws his hands behind his head, flaunting his taut, muscular stomach.
"Have you ever taken any, on purpose?" his brother, Michael, asks.
With the play expanded from one, to two tops and bottoms, Max has taken the little party down to his basement. Michael has tied Rick's wrists together, feeding the rope over a hook in the ceiling. Rick, totally in the buff, stands, waiting for Michael to `play' with him.
"Not on purpose, but one time two drunks worked me over, when I had the warehouse security job."
"You didn't tell me about that!"
"Just because you're my brother, doesn't mean I have to tell you everything," Sam lashes out.
"Hmm... see what you're up against, Max?" Michael tells his host.
Smiling, Max reports back, "Yeah. More fun to break!"
Then with concern, Michael replies, "You better be careful with my little brother."
Sam, two years younger, says outspokenly, "I'm not in high school, Mikey!"
"You better behave yourself before I take you over my knee, wiseass!" Michael warns his brother.
Wanting to get on with the fun, Max tells Michael, "Um, I think Rick is getting figdety, `Mikey'!"
"Now don't you start!" he replies to Max, waving a finger. "And don't hurt Sam... too much."
"I started Rick on the gut punching. I think I'm qualified."
"Cool! Then you're going to work me over like Rick?"
Max liked Sam's attitude, the willingness. He began to tie Sam's wrists together, when they heard Rick belch out loudly.
"Ugggggggh!"
"Oh man that felt hot!" Michael exclaimed. "Rock hard," he further announced, rubbing his fist that had indented Rick's stomach, right above his navel.
"Um, can I watch awhile?" Sam inquired of Max.
Actually, Max wanted to watch too. Sam's wrists, tied together with rope, became a good lead. Michael didn't wait for the two, sinking his fist again into Rick's abs.
"Uggggggggh!"
Standing nearly in front of the twenty-six year old muscle jock, Michael pounded the taut abs, fist after fist, till he had in ten good slugs.
Eyebrows raised and a couple of gulps swallowed, Sam relayed, "I think I'm gonna change my mind!"
"I figured so," Michael broke away from Rick's stomach torture, when he heard Sam mention the fact.
"Sorry Mr. Verraros," Sam said tenderly, hoping it would smooth things over.
"Not everybody is cut out for this Sam," Max told him. "I admire your honesty. Any other guy might let his pride get in his way and end up with some nasty bruises."
One hand on a hip, his other on Max's shoulder, Michael tells Sam, "We've got a good boss here, Sam."
"We? How does that go, bro?"
Max keys him in, "I've asked Michael to join the Advantage team."
"Drawing cartoons?"
Knowing his brother joked, Michael says, "On second thought, string him up. I think I'll take some jabs at his gut."
"Nooooooo!" Sam replies, knowing his brother joked. Then he asks, "If it's okay with you, is it alright if I make a phone call?"
"Got somebody in mind?" Michael asks.
"Well, since I'm not going to play around with guys, I figured I'd give Avery a call."
"Avery? Do I know this Avery?"
Max fills Michael in, "Dr. Burkhalter's assistant."
"Who's Dr. Burkhalter?" Michael asks.
Sam replies, "The sports doctor at Advantage."
Giving Sam a note of approval, in front of his brother, Max adds his kudos, "Sam handled a `situation' the other day."
"You mean he's worth something?"
Turning on his big brother, for the slighted comment, Sam puts his fist up to Michael's bare, hairy belly, pressing in and tells him, "I think you need a whipping."
"Oh yeah? Go ahead. I dare you.. hee hee..." Michael replies, putting his arms up, hands behind his head, touching his palms to the back of his shoulders.
However, the joke's on Michael, as Sam moves his arm back and swings it in for the kill!
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooohhhhhshiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
At first Sam is concerned, but when he hears not only Max, but Rick laughing their asses off, he joins in on the laughter.
"You okay, Mikey?" Sam asks.
Surrounding the thirty year old, 6'2" man, down on his knees, holding his gut, Max and Sam put their arms under Michael's pits.
"I'm alright... oh man, bro. Where did you get that right hook?"
"Working out. Ever since I got worked over two years ago, I figured I better get myself in better shape."
Regaining control, Michael asks, "Well since Sam is headed off, why don't we both work Rick? That is if he can take it?"
"Oh, he can take it," Max assures Michael.
"Hey, got an idea. Sam?"
"Yeah, Mikey?"
"Before you go, why don't you show us that punch again?"
"Sure. Go ahead, Mikey. Get in position!"
Sam knows damn well that Michael means performing the same manuever on Rick.
"Funny, bro. I meant on him!" Michael thumbs over his shoulder, in Rick's direction.
"Nah. I don't think I can do it."
"Oh fine. You can work over your own bro's gut, but..."
"Rick's a nice guy. I'll pass."
Seeing that Sam really isn't into this stuff, Max ushers him out of the basement, via the stairs. In the distant, Max hears Rick belch out.
"I hope you're not going to hold this against me, Mr. Verraros?"
"Nah. You're hot brother will make up for you."
"Do you like, `like' him?"
"In a certain respects," Max tells Sam, looking over to Michael, as he slams his fist into Rick's abs one more time.
What neither of the brothers have a clue to, when Max first laid eyes on Michael, the man turned him on immensely. He figured after Michael wore down Rick's resistance, they'd take the three-man-party up to the bedroom.
"Have a good night, Sam."
"Thanks, Mr. Verraros. Have fun with my brother."
"Oh, I will," Max replies, most likely with a different meaning than Sam's.
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27 Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.