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" 28 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey, Jordan-babe. How's it going?"
Arriving at D'Jola's, the `in' place for club boys, Seb raised his eyebrows, watching Josh kiss Jordan passionately.
"I thought you two are friends?"
"We are. I love my friends, too," Josh replies. "C'mon, let's peel off these shirts and hit the dance floor!"
In no time, Josh had his tee shirt up and over his head, tucking it into the waistband of his pants.
"Don't be shy."
"I'm not," the nineteen year old lied.
His hands grasped at his tee shirt, barely lifted up over his stomach.
"You don't have to, you know?" Josh told him.
"I want to," Seb quipped, his tight treasure trail showing.
Parking his bod right up to Seb's, Josh moves in for a kiss. While his lips are busy, his hands take over the shirt stripping. He breaks while the shirt is removed, over-the-head. Then resuming the kiss, his hand tucks the loosened fabric into the back of Seb's pants. However, his hand lingers inside the back door!
"C'mon, lets shake a tail feather!"
"What?" Seb inquires, as if Josh was speaking a foreign language.
Hanging back, Luis informs Raavi, "I no take shirt off."
Knowing the stare Luis would get, Raavi asks, "How are you feeling, Luis?"
"I ok, but not want people see... y'know?"
"I understand."
"Nice boys," Luis says, looking about the room, in motion.
Right now, Raavi's attention is keyed in to only `one' nice boy.
"Josh and Seb look nice," Luis goes on to compliment, watching the two barechested guys swinging their arms up over their head, among the vast roomful of flashing armpits.
"Yep," Raavi takes a quick glance at the dance floor.
Some guy moves past Luis and brushes up against him.
"Owwwch!"
Placing his arms around Luis, as if in protective custody, Raavi questions, "Are you okay, Luis?"
"My belly still sore. I'm ok."
For the remainder of their time at D'Jola's, Raavi stayed within close quarters of Luis. Very close. All night, an arm stayed over his shoulder, his bod in contact, so that no one could hurt Luis. As the temperature of the club rose, so did their body temps. Yet, Raavi held his grip, even though their shirts showed the marks of hot sweat.
Two hours later, Josh was remarking, "You are one hot, cool dancer, Seb."
"Wore you out, did I?"
"It's not like I'm used to dancing for two hours straight."
Jordan butts in, "When you came there with me, we hung out at the bar all night."
Staring at Emilio, Josh quips, "You don't look like you're suffering now, Jordan!"
In place of the Mario Batali suit warn around Advantage, Emilio Vasquez, like Jordan, had stripped down to the beltline of his jeans. He didn't mind at all, the twenty-six year olds hand tucked in the rear beltline, firming up his right ass cheek, as he stood on Emilio's left. Towards the last half hour of their good time at D'Jola's, Jordan began suffering alright. Pinned to the inside of his tight jeans, the hospital worker's nine inch nail crammed the interior, now begging for more expansion room or to be relieved. Jordan preferred the latter.
"I think we'll be taking our leave," he mentioned to Josh, shouting above the club music.
"Already?" Josh called back, the back of his hand brushing down Jordan's hairy, sweaty mid-chest, down the dark brown path.
"Hey," Jordan complained, giving Josh's hand a swat.
Only so Jordan could hear Josh says, "I remember when `this' used to be mine to play with!"
The comment, meant to carry a message, gave both the same impression. What they once had, had been nice, but it was time for both to move on, now that they had paired off with different partners. Breaking from Emilio, Jordan's hand departing from right cheek, engulfing Josh, who responded with the same affection. Nineteen year old Seb, decided to create some mischief. Moving his sweaty bod close to Emilio, he slapped his chest up against the Latino, his hands around back, in a hug-lock. Twenty-seven year old Emilio, took advantage of the young jock and ground the front of his body against Seb's.
"Heey-hey... what's this?" Jordan grasped on to what the two did.
"Hey, c'mon... c'mon.." Josh agreed to separating the two.
"You'll pay for that, boy!" Jordan yelled out to Emilio, turning to Josh and saying, "Later, jock-dude!"
"C'mon," Josh says to Seb, "Let's find Luis and Raavi."
Tapping Josh on the shoulder, Seb pointed to a meek corner of the club. The two couples then departed the wild atmosphere of D'Jola's.
"Have a good time, Luis and Raavi?" asks, as he revs up the engine of his jeep.
"Si," Luis replied, "but I'm tired."
Raavi could sense Luis not wide awake. The twenty year old's body lay on his, slackened. In twenty minutes time, they arrived at Raavi's estate.
"By the way, Raavi, is that pool you have, heated?" Josh asks, with ulterior motives.
"It's in the house. You want to swim?" Raavi reads Josh's mind.
Seb informs them, "It's two o'clock in the morning."
"It's also `Friday'!" Josh reminds the three.
So, out of the midnight red jeep, the four climb, after Raavi wakes up Luis.
"I so tired," Luis complains.
With Seb as backup, they take Luis inside. After depositing Luis in the bed, Raavi leads the others to the pool.
"But I don't have a swimming suit," Seb protests.
Smiling an evil grin, Josh tells him, "Neither do I!"
For the second time that night, Josh rips his tee off over his head. Unlike D'Jola's, he kicks his shoes off, followed by lowering his pants. In a minute's time, his cock and balls are swinging in the breeze.
"Towels are over there," Raavi says, with haste, wanting to get back to the bedroom.
"In a hurry, isn't he?"
"So am I," Josh tells Seb.
Helping out, Josh unbuckles Seb's belt, as his arms lift the tee shirt over his head. As Seb's pants are lowered, his eyes gaze upon the twenty-four year old's crotch.
Without hesitation, his pants at his ankles, Seb sinks to his knees, claiming, "I've gotta have that!"
The bulge in Seb's brief's, outline his desires to have Josh's succulent meat.
"Oooooooooooh!" Josh sighs, his hands on Seb's shoulders.
Seb's own hand helped feed the semi-soft shaft into his mouth.
"Oooh yeah.... oh yeah... oh fuckin' yeah!" Josh says over and over.
Sucking up Josh's tool, Seb's tongue moves like a tornado, in a roundabout motion. Getting turned on likewise, by the tasty morsel, Seb's hand goes down into his own briefs, pulling out his elongated 7.5c and heavy sacs, anchoring his black briefs. Glancing back, Josh spies a luxury, padded lounge chair.
"Ooooooh," Seb complains, as Josh's rod escapes his lips.
"Hee heee... I can tell you're getting in to it, Seb."
"Like you're not, Josh?"
"Keep up the hot massage and I'll be getting into something else."
Something irked Seb the wrong way.
"No."
"What?"
"No."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What it means is... well, I'm not trying to mean or crude, Josh, but I was hoping that the guy who..."
Silence followed.
"Yeah?" Josh prodded, his hand now taking up where Seb's mouth left off.
"I don't mess around, Josh. The guy who takes my cherry has to be for real."
"For real, Seb?"
"Yeah. The guy who wants to stick around... stick by me.. Josh, I know this sounds old-fashioned, but I'm not into getting fucked by any guy."
Slowly, Josh started to warm up to Seb's idea. In reality he was crazy over the guy. He decided to end this madness. Leaning forwards, he pulled Seb's lips to his own.
"Seb?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's take our swim and then go find a room."
"But..."
"No fucking tonight. I want you to be comfortable with me. I'll leave it up to you, to tell me when the time is right."
"Are you saying that you want to do more than date me, Josh?"
"I have a confession to make."
"Oh? What's that Josh?"
"You didn't place first, in the test they gave to the new hirees for the communications position."
"What?" Seb sat up, more alert.
"I erased your dots and filled in the right ones, Seb."
"But that's forgery, Josh. Why on earth would you want to do a thing like that? You could get fired. Worse. You could get arrested!"
"Why? Because, this is why."
Fully sitting up, their crotches face each other, as the two straddle the lounge chair. Josh embraces Seb, in more than a friendly kiss.
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"I'm glad you talked me into taking his ass, Max."
Buried to the hilt, Michael leans forwards and sweetly gives Max kisses on the neck. Lying on his back, Max sits on Rick's chest, knees to the sides of his external obliques, his cock up to the balls, in the jock's mouth.
"Nice and tight, huh?"
"Yeah. Gives a new meaning to the word, `fuck'!"
The two laughed as Rick got worked at both openings.
"Hey, Max?"
"Yeah Michael?"
"Have you ever double fucked a guy?"
Max's head swung all the way around. An evil grin filled his face.
Still hinting, Michael infers, "I mean you've gotta be well lubed up by now, so how `bout it?"
Pressing his knees into the bed, Max pulls out of Rick's mouth. Swinging his ass off of Rick's mid-chest patch, he balances himself to the side. Right away, Rick pushes himself up on his elbows, eager to get in on the conversation.
"Double-fuck? No way," Rick tells them.
"Not an option for you, boy," Michael cites.
"My ass. I think I have a right."
"You ain't got any rights."
However, true to the rules set up when they first started playing, Max tells Michael, "Yes he does."
"What? I thought..."
"You have to understand, Michael, that when we first started playing, we agreed that I wouldn't do anything that Rick didn't want to experience."
"But I thought..."
"The slaveboy stuff is purely role playing, Michael."
Conceding to Max and Rick's wishes, Michael smiles, "Okay. No problem."
Then as a switch, Rick asks, "Have you ever double-fucked a guy? Does it hurt a lot?"
Looking at Max's eleven inches, Michael commands, "Put your cock over here next to mine, Max. Show Rick what he's missing."
Michael's stiff shaft measured about a half inch less than Max's. Teamed up, it looked like it could cause a hefty wedgie.
Licking his lips, Rick stated, "They look.... hot, together."
"Looks like we're wearing our boy down," Michael sighed.
The two tops even let Rick reach over his own pubes, to handle both cocks.
"Wow! I can't even get one hand around both!"
Spreading his own legs, the workout jock swung his body forward, getting on his knees. Max and Michael watched, as Rick leaned down, forwards, his mouth opening as his tongue stretched out. At the same time, both Max and Michael uttered words of intense pleasure, as Rick's tongue glides through the seam of the side by side shafts.
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Raavi had just dozed off when an arm flung over his body, slapping down across his stomach. Waking, he realized he wasn't alone in the house, as he had been since his parents' fatal accident. Lifting the thin arm, he placed it back, on top of Luis' frail body. Pushing him a bit, he turned the Latino on his side, his back towards his chest. Moving quickly, he crossed one arm over Luis, moving his crotch up to his ass. For quite a sum of time, he pawed over the sleeper's bod, feeling up chest, stomach, the defined treasure trail, then wiry pubes. Soon he was off to sleep himself.
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"Josh, what did Jordan mean when he told Emilio `you'll pay for that boy'?" Seb stops licking a hairy nip, long enough to ask.
"They have this role play thing going."
"But he called Emilio his `boy'."
"Part of the play."
"What is this role play stuff about, Josh?"
"Alpha male stuff."
"I've heard of it, but not sure what it's about?"
As with Jordan, Josh enjoyed some hot fun. He wasn't at all sorry that they paired off with different mates. He knew Jordan to be strictly a top, at heart, even though the twenty-five year old compromised positions, bottoming for their hot sex and other playing around.
Lying there, on his back, Seb at his side, Josh explains, "Well, you see, Emilio's the type that likes to have a man dominate him."
Waiting a sec, Josh wondered if Seb would brush off the subject.
However, he became more enthused, asking, "Oh, I know about that."
"You do, do you?"
"My older brother and I used to play."
"Oh?" Josh became highly interested in hearing Seb out.
"Yeah. I mean don't get me wrong. My brother's not gay." Then, running off subject, Seb states, "Well, I thought he was gay, but he kept on saying he wasn't. I told him that if he wanted a guy to suck his cock that...."
"Um, you want to get back on the same page, Seb?" Josh's cock twitched, in anticipation.
Realizing his wandering tongue, Seb jumped back to page one.
"Oh yeah, well, it began as two brothers fooling around, wrestling. Our dad was into keeping fit, so he built a gym in the basement. One time, I think I was fifteen, my brother, his name's Claude and he's three years older than me, twenty-two, he pins me to the mat. So, there I am, sprawled out on the mat, his hands holding my wrists down. He asks me, You give?' I told him, No.' Then Claude presses his crotch down. I think he really meant to force me from moving around. Anyhow, I feel his cock pushing against mine. Right away, my shaft springs into action. I can feel it pulsating. He then asks, `What are you doing?'"
Right now, Josh's hand goes to his own crotch, as Seb's hot, brotherly story fills his ears.
"So what did you tell him?"
"The truth. I came out to him. I told him that his hard cock was turning me on."
"Yeah, and?"
"He stuck his hand down, onto my gym shorts and felt my fifteen year old stick."
Shifting his hand from cock to cock, Josh reports, "Doesn't feel like a fifteen year old's stick."
Smiling, Seb replies, "It was a big deal to me, having my eighteen year old brother's hard meat pressuring mine."
"I bet," Josh replies. "So, then what happened?"
"He began calling me queer names and then he called me a cocksucker."
Seb laughs out loud.
"What?" Josh questions his humor.
"Y'know, I really wanted to suck his cock, but resisted. Claude kept on badgering me and I kept on saying no'. Finally, he shimmies himself up, so that his ass is on my chest. He claims, Seb mimics his brother, All faggots like to suck cock!' I almost died and went to heaven when he took the waistband of his gymshorts, pulled them down, anchoring them under his jockstrap. It's not like I hadn't seen my own brother's crotch before, but laced up in that jockstrap... man, his balls looked so full and his cock. At that point I couldn't resist anymore."
"And you?"
"My first word was, `hot'."
"Nice," Josh liked the reply.
Picturing in his mind a fifteen year old guy, lodged underneath his eighteen year old brother, a bigger than life set of cock and balls, stuffed into a tidy jockstrap.
"Then what happened?"
"By then Claude knew that I wanted to suck him off. So, he had to make it tough for me. He made me beg him."
"Cool!" Josh replied. Then cutting the story short, he applied it to his own predicament. "Beg to suck my cock."
Not only didn't he get to that part of the story, but lots of other adventures he had with his older brother. However, it looked like things turned in Seb's favor, as Josh began coaxing him.
"Get that mouth on my cock, boy!"
More energetic than Josh, Seb scrambled to get in position to give the twenty-four year old a hot blow job.
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"Steve, are you sure you're okay with Boone staying here?"
"I told you before it's perfectly alright. Now can we drop it?"
"You don't have to get all huffy on me, Steve."
Recalling some memory, Steve changes his disposition, smiling, as he unloads, "What're you going to do? Whip my butt?"
"Whip your butt, Steve?" Then remembering himself, Matt tells him, "Oh yeah, I did say that, didn't I?"
"Yup."
Silence prevailed, as the two lay side by side in the bed.
Then Steve asks, "Are you gonna?"
"Do you want me to?"
In a coy manner, Steve replies, "Not if you don't want to."
"Okay. Then forget it."
Then jumping up, Steve asks, "Um, then again, if you wanted to..."
Matt gets the message.
"Steve, do you want me to whip your ass or don't you?"
With a toothy grin, Steve replies, "I used to play around in college with a guy."
"Oh? So why don't you tell me before we get any deeper in this relationship, Steve?"
Then sensing some danger, danger that Matt might think that kinky play is too weird, Steve backs off.
"Um, never mind. Let's just go back to hugging each other and..."
"No way, Steve. If there's something kinky that you want to do, I don't want to deprive you of it. It'll only draw us farther apart. So, tell me. Lay your cards out on the table."
If it had been strip poker, than Steve wouldn't have been so cautious. He had something cool going here with Matt and he didn't want to go breaking it up, over some kinky play like he had back in his college years.
"It's not important..owwwwwwwch! Owch!"
Matt dug his fingernails into Steve's nips.
"Okay! Okay! I'll talk.. leggo.. I'll talk!"
"Hmm.."
"What?" Steve asks.
"This," Matt replied, grabbing Steve's erection.
As Matt firmed Steve's 8.5c, from base to tips, first a bead of cum appeared, then it overflowed, as if a slow, erupting volcano.
"I had a feeling that turned you on, Steve."
"Well, um..."
There wasn't anything Steve could think of, in protest to Matt's suggestion.
"Okay, yeah. It felt good. Alright? But just because I'm into kinky shit, doesn't mean you have to get into it, Matt."
"How do you know I don't like it, Steve?"
"You do?" Steve's eyes lit up. "Cool!"
"I didn't say I was."
"Oh," Steve said, the glum returning.
"But I didn't say I couldn't get into it, with..." then gently squeezing Steve's nip in between the side of his index finger and thumb, "the right man."
Still pulverizing Steve's nip, Matt used his rounded pec as leverage, to meet for a lip-lock.
"Mmmmmmm," Steve replied, both to the affectionate kiss and the increased pressure on his nip.
After breaking free of each other, letting go of Steve's tender pec, Matt replies, "Now get down on my cock!"
"You bet!" Steve replied, moving his body into cocksucking position, a smile gracing his face.
Getting his lips around the swollen head of his lover's cock, his tongue caught the prejizz.
"Um, excuse me?"
Lying in between Matt's legs, Steve contorts his body, his head careening towards the door opening.
"I couldn't sleep. I was wondering."
Steve looked up to Matt, using him as the scapegoat, towards handling his younger brother.
"Boone, you're eighteen years old. Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark, still?"
Drooling, Steve wanted this over with, but he waited patiently.
"No, it's not the dark," Boone replied, shuffling his feet over towards the bed. Then, looking at Steve, hovering over Matt's cock, he replies, "I never saw anybody suck your cock, except me."
Steve speculates, "I bet you were good at too, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm a good cocksucker." Then, turning his attention to Matt, the eighteen year old asks, "want me to show Steve how good I can suck you off, Matt?"
"No! What I want you to do is go back to your own room, to your own bed. If you have to release your pent up tension, then jerk yourself off, Boone."
"Poor kid," Steve commented, getting a dirty look from his beloved.
"I bet you feel real sorry for my brother, don't you Steve?"
"Well, um... sure. After all, it's a strange place for him and all and..."
"This has nothing to do with being here and not somewhere else, Steve. I..."
"Oh, don't be so hard on the kid!"
Matt started to get peeved at Steve.
"Okay, you feel sorry for my little brother, do you Steve. Okay, then get up."
"What?" Steve dreaded the thought of forfeiting the eight inch piece of meat, especially after he got a taste of it.
"You heard me. Maybe I feel sorry for Boone, too."
"Cool! Thanks bro!" the eighteen year old cheered himself up.
"Well?"
On his knees, on the bed, Steve gazed at Boone, standing there totally in the buff. It was only human to gaze at the kid's cock, which looked like it stretched longer than his own or Matt's. But then he looked back at the morsel he lusted for.
As if he had to ask permission, Boone questions Steve, "Alright if I do it?"
"Like your lips and your brother's cock are strangers?"
"He told you about us, Steve?"
"Yeah, I was cool with it."
Steve keenly watches Boone kneel on the side of the bed, his mouth open and bounding towards the delicious meal.
"Um, you think we can share?"
It's obvious that Steve feels jealous, or maybe has an satiable desire for hunger.
"Would somebody hurry and get on me?" Matt tells them both.
"Who's being huffy, now?"
Looking at Matt, he noticed the instant change in his facial expression. Dropping his head, all he can see is Boone's mane, covering Matt's pubic area.
"Heeeeeeeey! Save some for me!"
Repositioning his bod, Steve cocks his head so that he can lather up Matt's balls, while Boone eats away at the succulent dish. For a few minutes, Steve licks, then sucks at the rounded appendages, one at a time. However, boredom sets in. Hearing cock-slurping, he begins to hunger for cock himself. Matt, totally under his brother's cock-sucking spell, doesn't detect Steve repositioning himself. With a shoulder against Matt's belly, he moves Boone's torso. Now, sandwiching between his lover and Matt's 18yo brother, Steve's extended tongue finds a treat of his own. Tongue reaching out, he first licks balls, then slowly absorbs the young jock's stick into his mouth.
"Ooooooh," Boone groans, around his brother's stiffened rod.
Reciprocating, Boone's hand crosses over from Matt's thigh, to Steve's. Then, caressing Steve's cock, he massages it as if patting a dog. It's Steve's turn to coo, at the sensuous cock play. Too further mesmerize the sexual triage, Steve runs his hand over Matt's chest. Boone discovers the reason for his brother's added groans of pleasure. Taking Steve's unoccupied hand, he moves it uncer his own body.
Using his hand to extract Matt's cock from his mouth, Boone asks Steve, "Play with my nips too? They're real sensitive."
Turning his attention to Boone, Steve eyes up his hand positioned on the eighteen year old's smooth chest. Smiling, he latches on to Boone's nip and goes to work at massaging it. Boone returns to Matt's cock-massage.
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"I suppose we can try it, but I think you better tie me down."
"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Rick?"
"Um, no, but it does turn me on to think about it."
"It'll hurt like hell," Michael adds to Max's and Rick's discussion.
Michael enjoys Rick's next response, "You know what they say... no pain, no gain!"
"Yahooooooooooooooo!" Yells out, his hand firming up his shaft, to the maximum.
"I don't think so."
Silence fills the room, as Michael's wide grin turns upside down.
With questioning, Rick replies to Max's negative comment, "I'm okay with it, Max."
"I know you're okay, but I'm not."
"But he wants it," Michael protests. Then, sensing more than some hot bdsm play here, he tells Max, "You really love him, don't you?"
"Let's just say I care about getting a tight hole around my cock forever?"
After a period of silence, from all three, Max goes on to say, "However, I do know of an individual that could get into having double-cock play."
"Oh?" Michael's cheerful disposition returns slightly. Then with a rush of inquisitiveness, he asks, "Name? Stats? What's his body like?"
"A company man. Anthony Bonomolo." Looking towards the thirty year old top jock, Max continues to beef up his description, "Hairy chest, stomach..."
"Mmmm..." Michael replies, his hand delivering a hand massage to his own appendage.
"Beard, totally submissive in nature," Max winds up enough of the facts.
Interjecting, Rick dares say, "I never knew he was into what I'm into."
Overriding Rick's statement, Michael asks, "Hey wait a minute. This Anthony guy isn't a wimp like Rick here, is he?"
"Wimp?" Rick questions.
Smiling, Max lays back down next to Rick, an arm cuddling him, like a baby.
"Wimp, Michael? I do recall that a couple of hours ago his gut pleasured your first sinking into it?"
"Oh yeah. I gotta admit that Rick can take so hot gut punching."
Seeing a chance at making Michael sweat, Max tells him, "I think you owe my partner an apology?"
"A what?"
Michael didn't see it Max's way, a flabberghasted look on his face. The negative and the positive crossed his mind. One, he didn't think he owed any bottom anything, regardless of the right or wrong of the situation. Secondly, he did owe something to Max, for a hot evening. Another concept that grasped his emotions, was the aspect of Max's expertise in knowledge of the local bdsm scene, plus his willing to share, even if it wasn't the man he held dear to his heart.
"Yeah, okay. Sorry `bout that Rick."
"Now, why don't you two kiss and make up?"
It could have been repulsive, but putting things into perspective, Michael didn't seem to mind at all at pairing up his chest to Rick's, leaning into his handsome features, to deliver a sweet mouth-to-mouth apology.
"Like you minded doing that, Michael?"
Leaning in for the second time, Michael tells Max, "I think I need some more punishment."
Laughing his ass off, Max holds his flat palm up between the two sets of lips. Michael kisses his palm instead.
"Dirty trick, Max!"
Changing the subject, Max asks Michael, "Tired or should I give Anthony a call?"
"Hell no!" the thirty year old dominant top states, with renewed glee.
Before making his way to the phone, Max tells Rick, "Why don't you get the hot tub ready?"
"My pleasure," Rick grins.
As a prelude to making his way out of the bedroom, Michael tailing him, Max cuddles Rick for a kiss. His hand fondling his dwindling erection, Michael looks for them to hustle it up, Max rustling up some new action.
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28 Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.