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" 29/29 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Max lifted one eyelid, as Rick quietly inhaled and exhaled, next to him in bed. He wasn't quite prepared for the Pavoratti imitation, belTing out an aria from `Rigoletto', to the accompaniment of shower power. It had been obvious, from their late evening love making that Rick was totally out. Still a little sweaty from their passionate past-evening's activities, Max slid out from under half of Rick's body.
"Sure was hot," He commented, as well as smiled, remembering their hot evening.
Before parting for the jon, he sweetly kissed Rick on the cheeks, brushing his still sweaty mane. Reporting to the shower, as he snuck, he spied not only Michael, through the glass enclave, but that of Anthony Bonomolo's 5'10" frame. As if Michael giving the performance of a lifetime at the Metropolitan Opera, he belted out the high notes. In a fit of mischief, Max's hand found the hot water faucet. He slowly turned it clockwise. Suddenly, Michael belted out a falsetto, not part of the score of Verdi's opera.
"Yeeeeowwww..oooooh oooooooh ooooooooh!"
Shading Anthony from the cold rain, Michael pressed to twenty-seven year old up against the tiles, stomach to stomach.
"Max, you fuck!" He detected his host's presence, his long arm reaching up to the showerhead, to deflect it's flow.
Max laughed his ass off.
"Fortunately for you," Michael comments, "I had the hottest night of my life last night!"
"You're welcome," Max coolly replied, thinking of deflecting Michael's harsh play off of Rick, reaping it on Anthony Bonomolo, called in as a substitute.
"What's happening?"
Rick had appeared at the door, one hand rubbing over his chest, feeling up one of his own nips. Michael questioned his frankness. Keyed into Michael's inquisitiveness, Max delivered an explanation.
"Remember, we're only into it for the roleplay?"
Not to change the subject, but to enhance it, Michael states, not in a demanding manner, but suggestive, "By the way, if I accept the position you are offering, at Advantage, I'm going to need a secretary."
"Is that so?" Max gazes at Anthony.
Still plastered up against the tiled wall by Michael's bod, Max gazes at the two.
"Hmm... " Then, as a suggestion, Max asks, "and how would you feel about working at Advantage, as Michael's secretary Anthony?"
Neither Max, nor Rick could see Michael's hand around Anthony's barrel. Not that it would matter, since Anthony had the hottest night, in recent history.
"Um, I'd like that chance, sir," the beefy Italian replied, meekly. He also admitted, "I might come in handy, should my boss need to find `release' during the day?"
Max sensed Michael could play rough, but would not have recommended so strongly that he hook up with Anthony, if he didn't feel the twenty-seven year old could take some rough play.
"I'll make sure you're transferred to the graphics department."
"Thank you, sir," Anthony replied cordially.
Doing all he could to keep from squirming around, which would provoke his cock further into action, Anthony kept his mouth shut, hoping Michael would too, so they could move on to the next step up.
"Well, Rick and I are invited to an early morning brunch at the country club. Stay as long as you want," Max told Michael, before leaving the side door of the shower.
Back in the bedroom, Rick quips, "Looks like Michael has a firm grip on Anthony?"
"Yeah, like Michael didn't think we noticed."
Totally unlike nighttime action, when the morning broke, Max transformed into more the lover, drawing Rick into a sweet embrace.
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"Morning," Steve said, as his eyelids rose with the sun.
In slow motion, Matt opened his eyes. Maybe last night he let his brother `play around', but it was time the brotherly act broke up.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey! What tha?"
Boone got a rude awakening, as his nude bod tumbled off the bed, onto the floor.
"Last time in my bed, little bro!"
Seeing a mix of disappointment and puzzlement on Boone's kisser, Steve speaks up.
"It's okay, little bro'. For now you can invite the pizza man' over," Steve replied, kicking Matt with the heel of his foot, as he lay with his ass-against-cock.
"Really?"
"Sure. Don't mind giving up the sofa!"
"Hot dog!" Boone replied.
Unknown to Steve and Matt, in between their cock sucking fest, after he shot his load, Boone took a hiatus in the next room, talking with Dash Newman, the pizza guy, after his shift had ended, into the wee hours of the morning. Good thing it was a local call.
"Steve," Matt opens up, after Boone takes to the kitchen, "I don't think it's right."
"You're right. I don't think it's right that Boone has to sleep on the sofa."
"That's not what I meant Steve and you know it."
"Right, but I think it's time we get ourselves a bigger place."
"Bigger place Steve? On a waiter's salary?"
"You're forgetting buddy-boy, that I got myself a new hifalutin' position and the salary to back it up?"
"Sure, Steve. We'll go live in a castle and I can become your muscle jock serf."
"No, that's not what I'm thinking of, so stop that shit. I can very well start learning how to take care of a place."
"Yeah, sure, Steve. You're going to work all day at the office, then want to come home and flop in a chair."
Then turning fully around, Steve hugs his lover, telling him, "There's the weekends."
"No never mind," Matt assures him, "I'll take care of the laundry and other chores during the week. You're going to need your R'n'R on weekends."
"Not to mention, bedsex?"
"Damn, Steve. You're not going to get tired during the day, only to come home and sleep, are you?"
Mocking Matt, Steve replies, "What kind of energy does it take me to lay there with my feet up and your cock buried in me? Hell, you're doing all the work."
"But," Matt gets even, "how can I fuck your tight ass, if my cock ain't lubed up?"
"Could get rough, I suppose. Of course you can sit on my chest lube it up, that way!"
Still getting one more over on Steve, Matt says, "Or, I suppose I could jamb it down your throat, choke the living daylights out of you and take up with Boone again!"
Steve fakes a choking cough.
"Um, that's okay. I'll do it the old-fashioned way."
"Promise?"
They seal it with a kiss.
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"What's that Josh?"
"What?"
"That doodling on the piece of paper?" Raavi asks the twenty-four year old.
"I couldn't sleep early this morning, so let Seb sleep. Y'know, you're idea of a bed and breakfast could work out real fine. Take a look at this?"
As Josh sat at the kitchen table, he pawned off his ideas onto Raavi, whom bent over his shoulder, from behind. Right away Josh picked up on the twenty year olds light covering of chest and stomach hair, partially touching his back. He didn't let on, smiling to himself.
"What's this Josh?" Raavi asked, pointing to seven digits, separated by two commas.
"Why should you be any different than anyone else in big business, looking at the big total cost, before seeing what you get for your money?"
Raavi smiled, as Josh giggled.
"So, care to explain it to me?"
"Sure. Have a seat."
In the meantime, upstairs, Seb had awoken. Half asleep, he found the jon. Coming back to bed, he realized Josh missing. Wandering outside the door, he went to scratch his crotch, realizing he didn't have a stitch of clothes on.
"Oops!" He exclaimed to himself, naturally covering his crotch with one hand, best he could.
If he was in the confines of his dorm, he might have grabbed a pair of gym shorts before heading down the hallway to the common facility. However, his sweet time with Josh, left him mind still in a hangover situation. Going back inside the room, he found a pair of low rise briefs and figured that good enough. The house was plenty warm. He figured he would check, to see if Josh was in Raavi's room. Josh, nor Raavi he didn't find, but sprawled out on the bed was Luis' lithe bod, still asleep. Sitting at the side of the bed, Seb treated the Mexican youth's body as if a work of art, which his eyes traveled up and down. He took a chance, not to cause a disturbance, and ran his hand lightly up the twenty year olds flat stomach. He had his kicks, in the moment's touch. Rising, he softly closed the door behind himself and headed downstairs.
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Crosstown, Emilio awoke, feeling the need to hit the jon. One problem. Jordan's cock was still lodged in his hole.
"What?" Jordan stated, half awake, as he felt his semi pull out.
"Gotta go."
"Yeah, okay," Jordan said, physically taking his softshell of a shaft in his hand.
When Emilio returned, Jordan had flopped over, with his back facing him. Standing there, staring, he dared this one time, to snuggle his cock up to his Latino bro's ass. As if trying to keep an infant from waking, he softly, slowly lay back down in the bed. Inching his arms around Jordan, Emilio finished to completion, encircling his arms around, one leg over two, his cock emerged between asscheeks.
Totally out of the blue came, "Don't get used to it!"
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"Who was that on the phone, Steve?"
"Max, of course. Who else, from work, would call me at home on a Saturday?"
"I hope this isn't business related."
"Actually..."
Steve puts himself in a glum frame of mind, which trascends to Matthew.
"Go on. I can handle it Steve. Whatever it is, I know it's going to bust up our weekend together, so let's have it."
"Bust up our weekend - not. Okay, so here's the story. Max got a call from a client who had purchased thousands of dollars of our exercise equipment, this past spring. Seems that the place burned down."
"I don't see the problem. Means more big business, doesn't it?"
"Well, yes, but Max needs someone knowledgeable of our line of equipment, to meet with the insurance claims adjusters, to make sure the client gets all he's entitled to."
"So you have to go there. Um, just where is `there', Steve?"
"The midwest."
"This sucks. It's going to take you half a day to fly there, then stay overnight. Hell, Steve, I wouldn't have but half a weekend to be with you."
Smiling, Steve replies, "Not if you're along with me."
"Me? Go with you?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Would be great Steve, but what do I do about Boone?"
"He can stay here, can't he?"
"I really feel funny leaving him here by himself, Steve. He just got into town and all. No. You go and I'll stay home."
Steve didn't like that arrangement. Rather, his crotch was telling him it wasn't a great idea.
"How about we take Boone with us?"
"Take him with us? What's he going to do?"
"I dunno. Have him invite whats-'is-name from the pizzeria."
"Dash? The delivery boy?"
"Sure. Why not? Give them time to get to know each other."
"Don't you think that's going to look strange, Boone inviting a guy to go away with him for the weekend, when they only met over a pizza being delivered?"
"I dunno. Dash looked kind of cocky, um no pun intended. He might just go for it. Besides, neither of them will have to worry about paying for it."
"Oh, so there goes your bonus."
"Nah. I'll charge it to the company. Have them go as `consultants'."
"And what am I being billed as?"
"Um, my valet?"
Matt smiled at Steve.
"Why not?" he replied, taking Steve in his clutches, reeling him in for a kiss. "Would be better than having you come home with a suitcase full of clothes to iron."
"You're going to make the perfect houseman."
"Is that all I am to you, Steve?"
"Bite your tongue, Matthew!"
"Oh, excuse me..."
Boone had shone up at the wrong moment for Steve and Matt. Matt's hand had encompassed Steve's jewels, while volleying for a kiss. Oh course Boone's eyes shot down to Steve's pubes.
"What're you looking at, Boone? It's like you've never seen Steve's pubes!"
"Yeah, well... um..." Lifting his eyes up to face level, Boone changed the subject. "I was talking with Dash and he's got the weekend off, so I was wondering if he and I could hang out, if that's okay with you and Steve?"
"See, it'll work out perfect," Steve ventured to say.
"What will?" Boone asked, looking to either for an answer.
His brother clued him in, "Boone, Steve has some work he has to do for his boss. We want you to come with us."
"Me? But Dash. If I leave now, he'll think I'm avoiding him or something..."
Steve and Matt got the third degree from Boone, not able to get a word in edgewise. It's obvious to both that Boone really liked this guy, not wanting to screw it up.
"You can bring Dash with you."
"Bring Dash with me? But what if he doesn't want to come?"
"Look, Boone. I'm sorry. You can't stay here by yourself. If Dash can't make it, then you'll have to wait til you come home to pick up where you left off."
"It's not only that."
"Oh? What else then?"
"I'm sure Dash would want to come, only. You see, he kind of takes care of his older brother."
"Older brother?" Steve questions. "Usually it's the other way around."
"Not in this case."
"Care to explain?" Matt asks.
"You see, Dash's brother, Peter, had an accident a couple of years ago, while in college. After a frat party, the guy driving the car slammed through a guard rail, sending the car down an embankment. Peter was thrown from the car. He escaped death, since the car landed in a river, but both of his legs are paralyzed."
"That's terrible," Steve told Boone, his hand on the eighteen year olds shoulder.
"So, being that his brother is disabled, Dash needs to be around some of the time to help him."
Matt, concerned, says, "We can see that. What about their parents?"
"They're gone."
"Aunt? Uncle?"
"They've got nobody but each other."
Also, seeing that Matt and Steve aren't going to let up on the issue of him going along, he seeks out an alternative to not leaving Dash behind.
"Um, you wouldn't want to take Peter along, would you?"
Tilting his head, Steve suggests, "Maybe it would be wise for you to stay home, Matthew," not that Steve wants it to be like this.
"No!"
"No?"
"No. I'm going, Boone is going and Dash and his brother are going and that's that!"
"Cool!" Boone says, "I'll go phone Dash."
Scooting out of there, Matt says, "This is turning into a big business trip, Steve. Are you sure you need all of these consultants?"
"Oh, most definitely so. Especially one very key person!"
Their lips met, for one final moment, before heading down for breakfast.
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Some characters from "Muscle Jocks For Domination", will be carried over to "Living In The Lap Of Luxury", forthcoming to Nifty.org. This is also a spinoff, from "Buffalo Boys", so why not read "BB", while waiting for "L in the L of L" to be posted?
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Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.