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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' 12
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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As regards to George handing out orders in the shower, with both he and Saad stripped down naked, for the next thirty minutes, it not only came to light that the apartment complex had enough hot water to last for a two hour shower, but that their new occasional boyfriend relationship could be sensual and not just all dominant-submissive play.
Instead of the cubicle Saad occupied, termed a 'studio', he moved into George's two bedroom lux apartment. Some days they would do it up with the dom-sub roleplay, with different twists and turns to the storyline. Other days it was an ordinary lifestyle, a couple getting up in the morning.
From that first time they got acquainted, they stuck with their roles, occasionally Saad getting the urge to stand behind George in the shower, with soaped up pubes and relieve his emotion.
However, from George's perspective, he was feeling more and more compelled to fill a top man's role, and not only in his apartment. He became more aggressive in his thinking on the job, which made Mike, his boss at the gym, happy to see that maybe he had found an assistant manager, tired of being the only one working nights, or roaming around the gym, gathering up dumbbells to refill an empty space on the rack.
One of Mike's peeves, sloppy gym goers while being able to lift weights, could not simply walk them back to the rack, leaving them at the foot of machine or the green turf area where group exercise took place.
Whenever they were together, George could not forget his former lover, 'John'. Outside of a tenant's apartment, John was the spitten-image of a gruff handyman, but depending on whose door he walked through he belittled himself down to a slave in chains. Not real, the chains became a metaphor of how John could explore his kinky side, out of public eye.
One such event happened, right before John announced he was moving to LA to assume the position of general property manager of a lux condo village.
"It seems awfully funny," George says, the two toasting their feet in front of the fireplace.
"What does?"
"Only a month ago we were strangers and now we're more, but it's not just that."
John questions oh, even though he can pretty much know the answer, given their closeness in the past few months, but on edge to hear it from his lover, "how would that go?"
"The way we've experienced our kinky sides and how well we fit together. Also glad of how you use your knowledge."
Feeling a little clammy, because as of yet he hadn't mentioned his move, "really?"
George smiles, feeling smug in his thinking, even though John was distant.
With barely shoulders touching, "well, for instance, if it wasn't for your allowing me to whip and do other stuff to you, I never would have had the know-how to pass on to others."
Beginning to sweat, not a result of the fireplace, John reacts, "oh yeah, that. Well, I'm certainly glad you got something out of it."
George gets a hot flash, with certainy he wants never to break up with John, being all the pleasure he gets from their bdsm time out from the loving side of their relationship, but with reserve senses, "I thought you were too, John?"
In reality, John wasn't sure how to break his news to George. Like a coward he dives his chin into the pit of George's fuzzy midchest, "I was. I was."
Not only filling a void in their lives, getting to know each other, it became a learning experience, one and the other, a play on emotions, finding the do's and dont's, the wants, expectations, what can rapidly make a man hard or soft.
Removing his fuzzy poundcakes from under John's chin, George says with intuition, "John, are you breaking up with me?"
Whereas he was ready to have the sofa punch him in the chin, John uprights himself and suddenly finding this the perfect moment, "you found me out, I'm afraid."
From their solemn and serene togetherness on the sofa, with renewed energy, George jumps to his feet, "afraid? We've always been honest with each other, John. Why should you be scared to tell me anything?"
Boosting himself up off of the cushions, John regains his face-to-face composure, "I'm not...afraid. I used the wrong word." Turning it into a facet of humor, "afraid? Afraid would be more like being hung by my arms, legs spread and a paddle underneath my balls!"
Ordinarily, George might find it funny, but on the premise he might be losing the bdsm-relationship, laced with caring for each other, which took months to cultivate, "when are you leaving me?"
He could've left it as 'leaving', but leaving 'me', John felt the dig, "nothing personal, Georgie," he places a warm hand on the criss-crossed arms at the base of George's bulging chest, "I've come across an offer I can't refuse."
George flops down first, dazed by the sudden dissapointment of John's news. More than a bit pissed, as John reveals the details, gated community, high-rent tenants, the swimming pools, jacuzzi, etc., his selfish side starts to wear off, "do they need a dominant personal trainer?"
Mixing both the professional, the job he went to college for, plus offbeat lifestyle, adding a smigeon of humor, John says, "I'm glad you're accepting of my decision."
"Oh, I'm not so sure of how accepting I am, but a night in the darkroom, I'm sure we'll both find out how much I'm going to miss working you over!"
Meanwhile, whereas George is thinking about old times with John, he also is deciding what his next step with Saad will be.
In the board room down the hall, Lucas finally makes it to the meeting, tagging Callum on the shoulder, "I'm debating something and need your help in deciding."
"Well," Callum says, scanning Lucas from chest, down, "you're looking mighty fine today. Glad you could make it to the meeting."
"That's why I'm late. I mean, what I want to ask Rick about, but don't know if I should, being I'm a new hiree?"
"You think I'm the authority? I'm new here too, you know?"
Neither of them said, but it was obvious that both had a strong fondness for each other and it's been on a few occasions they've come face to face, they wanted to share that emotion, but like now, that was impractical, with others in their space.
"Well, here's the thing, I have a friend at college, whom I've just met and gotten close to..."
With a smile, Callum says, "how close?"
A tap to Callum's tummy, Lucas says, "as close as you're thinking, maybe more?"
Another smile and Callum is reacting, "any lower and you'll be tapping my reserves?"
Having just met, through their employment at Okley Hardware, in the short time they've been there, the two have developed a strong emotion over each other, Lucas saying, "if it was up to me, I'd have you bedded and taking care of your growing need!"
This time the tap was lower, the rhythm to Callum's shaft more deliberate, "here's always later, after the board meeting, Cal?"
The twenty-something year olds stood there, gazing at each other. Without saying, anyone would be able to tell the visibility of a growing need.
"So, what is it you wanted to ask me, Luc?"
"Oh. That. Yeah, well as I was saying, my friend at school is in need of a job and I was wondering what you would think, if I approach Rick to ask him?"
"Hm," Callum ponders, "if anyone I was bringing to Rick, first I would have to know one hundred percent everything about the guy? You know, their work habits, how well you think they are going to be able to perform tasks. That kind of workplace stuff?"
Apparently, the young dudes weren't the only ones engaged in this conversation, "I thought I heard one of you mention my name?"
Surprised by the ears-dropping, Callum says, "oh. Hi Rick."
"Hey," Lucas adds, "how's it going boss?"
One of his pet peeves, Rick says, "I'm never your boss, remember?" With a clinching of Lucas' shoulder, "let me assure you, we're all in this together?"
"Hm, I don't think I ever heard anyone say that," Lucas says.
"Okay. I'll let you slide on that point, but more importantly, I'd like to know what you two were talking about, while dropping my name?"
There was nothing for them to be embarrassed about, but with sudden emotion, Lucas blushes.
As for Callum, he remains cool as a cuke, "Lucas was asking my opinion on how you might feel about recommending a friend for a job at Okley and to tell the truth, I didn't get to answer him, but while we're on the subject, I was going to confront you with the same issue, that my older cousin is coming for an extended visit and I was going to ask if you had a temporary position for him."
Rick says, standing there in one of his favorite positions, balls cupped in a hand,
"you want to break that down?"
Feeling meek, more a part of the background and not the forefront, Lucas steps up, "my roommate at the dorm, Thomas, is looking for a job and I think Callum has the same idea."
"Right," Callum chimes in, "my cousin, Tom."
"Thomas on our team, I think he'll be a winner."
Having stolen his thoughts, Callum states, "Tom, too."
With coy, Rick says, "is that so? Would each of you mind backing your statements up with proof?"
Rick didn't mind standing there and jabbering with the two fratmen, partially based on their hot bods, but realizing, drunken on their looks is not enough to take the place of credentials.
Whereas Lucas presents his candidate, Thomas, telling of a sketchy background, having known him since the semester began.
Callum paints a picture of a troubled guy, tracked back to his youth, maturing year after year, after receiving professional guidance, having been faced with being bullied to the point of suicide. It's also said, Tom currently in college, in hopes of someday setting up his own law firm, targeting those whose lives have been affected by bullying.
Instead of questioning each on their own nominee, Rick switches it up, "what do you think of Lucas' candidate, Callum?"
Right now it was business, but surely Rick was being affected by the two frat dick-sticks, right there in his quad, which made him fight like hell to keep his mind of matters at hand!
Rather than feed off of Rick's path of questioning, Callum chooses his own, "I'm sure there's both pros and cons regarding both, Tom and Thomas, but like you, you're giving us a chance, I feel you should do the same for them."
Lucas, who has felt dwarfed by Callum's wise decision-making qualities, suddenly blossoms in his thinking, "granted, I haven't known Thomas as long as Cal has known Tom, I have a strong gut feeling about this."
He had dropped his hold on Lucas somewhere during their conversation, Rick regaining the touching emotional device, "in business, we don't go on hunches, unless you're staking your reputation on it. For instance, if I was to hire Tom..."
"Thomas," Lucas corrects, "Tom is Cal's cousin."
"Right," Rick smiles, thinking of days past, when his father ran the board, men scared-shit to contradict, even though his dad was in the wrong.
Not one, but two setting him on the straight path, Callum reiterating, "Tom is my cousin," and while at it, "and given a chance, I'd stake my reputation on his employment at Okley."
Their employer was possibly a little impressed with Callum, than Lucas, but being he allowed his opinion to sway, based on their appearance from head to thighs, "you both present good exchanging remarks," whatever that meant, Rick making it up as he went along, while trying to decide which frat was 'longer' than the other, who's balls were bigger, while keeping his chin 'up', "so, after you deliver resumes to my secretary and I check them out, see what we can come up with."
Lucas was cool with it, Callum furthering, "that's good, but Tom has another offer on the table, if you could hurry it up?"
This time it was all business, Rick focusing on Callum's eyes, "you're a hundred percent sure of him?"
"Tom has had a tough life. Like most of us, he has and keeps learning from his experiences, applying them to making life better for himself and those around him."
Not wanting to lose his foothold, Lucas says, "I haven't known Thomas that long and wouldn't want to jeopardize myself or position, but with Cal, looks like Tom is a winner."
Based on looks, Lucas and Callum were winners in Rick's way of thinking, but seeing them as a team in their pursuance of lobbying for Thomas and Tom, "we still have to take a look at their itinerary, but on the spot, you can assure both they have a temporary position."
"Thanks, Rick," both of their eyes lit up, manhandling with gratfulness.
It made Rick smile, thinking of this more as something sexual, than congratulatory measures, but with reserve, "it'll be your jobs on the line if they don't prove themselves." Yet, in his thinking, both would have to do something very wrong in order to get the ax.
Not only did he get a double hug, each arm engaged, half their bods touching him, Rick felt more than pride in making the rash decision.
"We won't let you down," Lucas says.
"At least I won't," Callum looks to Lucas.
A friendly battle, Lucas assures, "I won't either."
Already, Callum was having an affect on Lucas, the kind not achieved by higher education in a classroom. Life in itself can be a place of knowledge, not from a book, but interaction from another person.
Seeing the closeness of the two, Rick says, "and oh, I've decided where I'm placing you two."
Callum jokes, "I hope not maintenance?"
"I'm not friendly with a copy machine," Lucas adds, impromtu.
Finding them humorous, Rick had offbeat positions in mind, but settles, "no, you'll be Josh's right and left arms. See him before he leaves the cafe and he'll set you up with a schedule, based on your classwork."
Callum gulps, knowing that when Rick states something, he means business, "actually, Tom, he is on his way and probably wouldn't be here for another hour and a half, if you could inform him of your decision, it would mean a lot to him?"
Lucas, not sure if he should say so or not, uses Callum as the projectory, "Thomas too. On his way here."
"Perfect," Rick accommodates. "By then the meeting will be adjourned and it'll be six of us to talk it out."
"Six?" Lucas questions.
Rick counts on his fingers, "you two, Tom, Thomas, Josh, me?"
"Yep, that adds up to six," Callum smiles.
Because his balls were running on overtime, Rick says, "get to Josh. He will already know why you're approaching him."
They both wondered about that, Lucas saying, "what do you think he means by that?"
Smiling at Lucas, Callum says, "I have a feeling there's a lot of mystery about Rick we don't know about."
Lucas has a different direction, moving closer to Callum, "I think I have the same feeling about you."
Not too opposed to them coming together, Callum takes the lead, embracing Lucas till their cock and balls get mashed, kissing him!
Rick didn't even make it to the downstairs mens room, but neither did Josh, the two meeting right outside the door.
"Sorry, I was here first, Josh."
"I don't mind seconds," Josh says, allowing Rick to enter the one room john, pushing himself inside as well, moving behind the door to close them in.
Childhood buddies, this wasn't the first time they've found themselves in tight quarters!
"I'm not really here to piss," Rick tells his colleague and friend.
"Me neither," Josh says, literally wiping his front down his buddie's chest to get on his knees.
"I was thinking of something different?"
Looking up to meet Rick's eyes, Josh says, "I often complained to Mario, based on times like these, why they put in such a small mens room?"
Josh was ready to chow down, Rick keeping his swollen shaft in hand, "I think it's you always saying, 'we can make this work'?"
"Right," Josh falls back on his butt, back up against the wall, "and it's you always quoting me on that?"
Having history, going way back in time, they could quote each other with perfection, but also read into each other, knowing words and actions.
Without a verbal rendering, Rick turns around, falls to his knees, gets in a pushup position, saying, "want to slide down under me?"
The impossible became possible, Josh slipping down on the tile floor, like clockwork, their bods moving with precision, Josh's cock right under Rick's chin, stiff shaft falling right into Josh's mouth.
Before making the connection, Rick says, "mm-m, now this is just what I've hungered for!"
In response, with both hands, Josh circles Rick's cock and balls, pushing up to relieve his tonsils, "why doncha stop yer lollygaggin' and get on with it?"
He removes his hands, Rick drilling his throat.
"I don't know about the lolli, but get ready for the gaggin'!"
Both tall, the bottoms of their feet touch the opposing walls. To fulfill their urges, they turn on their sides, Josh's back up against the base of the toilet.
"Oh shit that's cold," having popped off Rick's shaft, to voice the opinion of the cold bowl against his back, Josh gasps.
However, his reaction goes right over his friend's head, Rick jutting his pelvis forward, "what a woos!"
In seconds flat, Josh's tonsils were set aside to accommodate Rick's engourged shaft.
Whereas Josh enjoyed immensely, having his throat drilled in and out, he was glad he had the ability to still breathe, that his counterpart, after years of practice, gave him the opportunity to stay alive!
Less enthusiastic, Rick, more into ass than orifice, only used his tongue to lube Josh up.
Never a complaint on Josh's part in the '69', except for the occasional hint to hammer his ass rather than mouth, he accepted without question, Rick working him with hand, using saliva as lube.
Both, rushing to the one mens room, gave creedance for them not lasting long. Whereas semen forced it's way down into his stomach, via the throat aqueduct, Rick would take a taste of Josh's goo, after spurting out all over the place.
After both achieve total relief, Rick is the one to rise up on knees, which has him straddling Josh's bod, sitting on chest, while facing messy pubes.
"Hey, turn around I'll finish cleaning you off."
"No problem."
Yet, Rick gets a wicked idea. He does rise up to his feet, turns around, but raced with Josh's soaked pubes, bends scoops the goo up with both hands and applies to his own still semi-swollen shaft, warning, "you've be gagging from all this, buddy!"
He laughed, but Rick leaves Josh licking his chops, "bring it on, buddy!"
After Rick kneels, sits on Josh's chest, the only room for his knees were butted up against his friend's hairy pits. They needn't be in a sauna to build up a steamy sweat.
"If I have to finance it myself, I'll have to get Mario's boss to build a shower in here."
While savoring Rick's goo and sweat, Josh says, "why, when you have me to clean you up?"
"You got a point there, Josh."
While Rick sat there on Josh's chest, having his human resource manager deal with bathing him with his tongue, Rick talks shop, informing him about his decisions on Lucas and Callum, Tom and Thomas.
Josh was about to add his agenda, but servicing his friend, making his shaft and wiry pubes squeeky clean took business off the table.
"Uh, when did Mario say the bar & grille would have that downstairs shower installed?"
Smiling at Josh, Rick says, "whenever I break down and offer to pay for it?"
"Oh," Josh says, getting his tongue back to work.
It then occurs to Rick, "why, I thought you liked eating organic?"
Good thing they had left their clothes folded in the board room. In addition to sweat, the mens room reeked of semen. Reason why Rick was pleased with his no-clothes board meeting, after rising up from their 69 positioning, bad enough the room stank, so did their skin!
"Thanks for the cleanup," Rick adds a sweet kiss to Josh's cheek.
They sure could've used a place to washup, as leaving the small mens room, not only was the stench of man sweat and juices contained, but opening the door, the downstairs carried the same aroma, only a little less compared with the small room circumference.
As they crack the door open, rushing in was Lucas, saying, "oh man I gotta pee so bad."
"Me too," Callum says, both fratboys pushing by Rick and Josh.
"Well, excuuuuuse me!"
"Kids," Josh says to Rick's comment.
Hastily inside and closing the door, if Lucas and Callum had stopped to think, right off, they would've picked up the scent.
It wasn't until the guys had no choice but breathe in the aroma, Callum saying, "did our boss and Josh just finish doing what I think they were doing?"
Laughing it off, since it was surely so, Lucas, holding his shaft with finger and thumb, training the stream to splash into the toilet bowl, "of that I'm sure."
What Callum was unsure of, if Lucas was finished squeezing the last drops out. Since there was only one toilet, "okay, that's enough. My turn!"
"Shit, I can't believe you just did that, Cal!"
Lucas hadn't finished up, dribbles falling on the floor.
Callum looks to his friend, "that's okay. We can always call Steve in here to vacuum it up with his mouth!"
What Callum hadn't realized is Lucas, paying more attention to his friend's peeing prick, "you better pay attention or we will have to get Steve in here, for sure."
It was Callum's turn to curse, watching his stream hit the lifted seat, "oh dam!"
"Here, let me help!"
Shocking was Callum's partial thought, but the feel of Lucas taking control, holding his shaft and guiding it to the place the stream of pee should go, surprised him.
"I could think of another reason for holding that, Luc," Callum says, standing there wish arms to his sides, after his friend's hand engages.
It was no secret to either of them, that they prolly matched the smell of the mens room, being they had entered sweaty and at times had wiped pre-ejac on their bods, whenever their emotions had produced the gelous material.
Both finished with relieving themselves, Lucas takes Callum by the shoulder, turns him towards himself, "I could think of a few reasons myself," a hand alines his friend's lips with his own.
Outside the room, Josh, who was usually last to draw a slip of paper from the fishbowl, scooted away after hearing his name dropped, with Rick's suggestion, "go, go, go. You don't want to miss out, buddy!"
Josh agrees, but smiles back at Rick's after feeling a tap to his buttcheeks, adding, "you're not going to come watch?"
"I'll be along soon."
It's one responsibility Rick didn't need to prepare for, those slips of paper chosen from the fishbowl, Josh having suggestions all written out, folded and mixed in the bowl. That is, except the slip which would be chosen last. Rick never frowned on it, that Josh would have one particular folded paper taped to the floor of the bowl, with Scotch tape turned inside out. Josh would also hide the charade, soon as he read it out loud, folding it inside out, hiding the fact there was adhesive involved.
"Oh wow," Josh says, reading his slip of paper, "how do they come up with these things?"
If only everyone else knew, the time at his desk Josh spent, thinking up fun ways of making the ranks perform, base on the outlandish things he found on YouTube, himself no exception. He also never let on that it was himself generating what appeared on each slip of paper!
For himself, Josh created something which would reflect on what he liked doing. Granted, he could very well claim himself to be a masochist, he surely was feeling the palpitations in his balls as he reads out loud, "find two men to volunteer stuffing their cocks in my mouth." Play-acting, Josh looks mystified, saying, "like I said, where do they come up with these things?" For effect, Josh scratches his head, as if that's supposed to mean something?
For the most part, since the glass globe was there on the premises, before anyone arrived, so to see the hand which put it there, everyone guessed it was Rick!
"Our boss sure does have an imagination," Phil says.
His new attraction, standing there next to him, Eric, freely says, "does that mean you're volunteering?"
"No," Phil confronts his friend, "I was just saying."
Finding it an erotic thought, Eric grabs Phil's hand, tugging him to where Josh stands and without even being given permission, "you've got two cocks right here, Josh!"
Truthfully, Josh was rooting for the younger guys, thinking of choosing a pair, instead of waiting for volunteers, but of the blond and his dark-haired buddy, "let the games begin!"
Though, Josh had second thoughts, seeing how much sausage there was between the two of them, thinking how wide he could expand his jaw!
Meanwhile, back at the mens room, Rick was thinking, like sugarplums dancing in his head, what it could be that kept Callum and Lucas occupied beyond the time which it would take any guy to take a leak, adding a couple of extra seconds.
He had spent a load, of spunk, but now Rick had to pee, which he felt was justified in order to knock and interrupt, "hey, you guys finished in there, yet?"
"Be right out," they both responded through the door at the same moment.
They had taken up with some steamy kissing, touching, feeling the sweat on each others bods, so to stop what they could pick up with later, the door opens.
That sly Rick!
Instead of room to allow the frat couple to leave, he blocks their way, "oh good. I have to go so bad."
He locks the door.
Callum ponders, "you locked the door, Rick."
From the beginning of their relationship with Rick, as a boss, leader, but also a human being, and being gay and 'male', Lucas and Callum had at one time or another remarked how 'loose' their boss could be with them.
Perhaps a little more provocative in his thinking, Lucas steps over, behind Rick and like he had done with Callum, reaches a hand around the boss' side, "need some help with that?"
"Oh shit!"
Both boys, filled with shenanigans, as Lucas takes Rick's shaft in hand, Callum places the flat of his hand in the fold of the boss' ass crack!
Fact is, since Lucas didn't have eyes in the back of his head, had no clue what Callum had just done.
He had thought about it before, Rick getting kind of friendly with the two, that would it jeopardize their business awareness. However, like anything regarding the touching of the male anatomy, it's easy to lose control.
Callum jokes, "I'd sure like to put more than my hand there, boss!"
More erotic than a fishbowl full of folded white slips of paper, the mens room had taken the place of choosing and choices, but Rick also had to make it clear, "that's your boss' ass you have your hand on, Callum?"
By this time Rick's piss had been reduced to a trickle, Lucas squeezing out the last drop. However, instead of allowing the shaft drop, he took up with running a hand up and down the flaccid tube.
Conflicted with business protocol, Rick says, "uh, guys?"
Lucas boldly cuts the boss off, "c'mon, Rick. You know you want us."
He could contest that, whether is was him wanting them to continue their ministrations, but a stalemate to whether they were choosing to take him on. Not sure whether he would regret this in the long run, Lucas' hand massaging his shaft, the middle finger of Callum's hand finding his hole, "whateva."
Did Rick regret being bent over the sink and with Callum doling out the order of things, having Lucas directly behind, implanting his shaft in his ass, Callum driving it home, fucking Lucas, which made Rick think he's going to be awful sore tonight?
Some acts were meant to go unsaid!
Little did any of the trio know, outside was a lurker, ear to the door.
Sent by his uncle to fix the electrical problem, Stefano felt odd, being the only one in the basement 'clothed', pants, boots, shirt with the 'Fascaro Plumbing' branded across the back, his name embroidered on the front, left pocket. On his way back from the fusebox, he had an urge to take a piss. His intentions, to discover on his own how long the mens room would be occupied, has him hunched over, listening in.
Steve, who never did resolve the problem of Rick making fun of his deodorant quitting, didn't make it an issue for himself, being the basement had heated up, which made him out not to be the only one with the B.O. problem.
Passing by the hallway on his way to find the boiler room, he happens upon the curious lurker at the mens room door, "hey, aren't you hot in that uniform?"
Snagged, Stefano straightens up in a hurry, which in doing so somes face-to-face with 'hairy Steve', "like, OMG! You should give a guy some warning before sneaking up on him like that!"
"Sorry," Steve stands there, nervously playing with a few strands of chest hair.
New to the basement scene, being he was there to fix the electrical problem, or lack of, Stefano says, "no problem," his eyes run up and down Steve's bod. Then, in a more sexy tone, "no problem at all!"
Right off, Steve is getting the message, coming in loud and clear, by looks and actions, which has him saying, "well, there's one problem as I see it?"
Stefano plays along, "what would that be?"
Having checked out the 'V' of Stefano's shirt, Steve runs across the embroidered name, "what I'm thinking, Stefano, is...well, you might not like what I'm thinking."
He stood there with a smug smile, waiting for Stefano's comeback, which Steve is not dissapointed, "would it make you feel better if I at least lost the shirt?"
Most agreeable, Steve says, "would you be needing some assistance?"
Unlike Steve's cub-like bod, even with the electricians uniform on, anyone would be able to tell Stefano was more a trim fellow.
"I'm sure I'll be needing some help, um?"
As he reaches for the buttons of Stefano's shirt, "Steve."
Looking down himself, as the second button reveals more to Stefano's hairy chest, "thanks, Steve."
Pleased with the electrician's comment, Steve says, "oh, I think you'll be thanking me for much, much more!"
With the parting of Stefano's shirt, Steve sees the patch of hair thinning out to a trail of brown hair forming a strip down the trim bod, which he's sure will lead to more, "maybe we should think about getting a room?"
Part joking, but with intention, the laughmade Stefano smile, but more on a serious note, "too bad this one's occupied."
"I was on my way to the boiler room."
Stefano says, "occupied as well, though I wouldn't mind intruding on the privacy of the two guys having a particular kind of fun there?"
Looking at Stefano as if he said something strange, Steve says, "oh, and what kind of fun would that be?"
With a little chuckle, Stefano says, "the kind of fun, that in mentioning the kind of fun I like to have, might have guys running for their lives!"
Steve could pretty much guess and spotting the rings of hair around Stefano's nips, zeroes in on the pec spots, "you mean, this kind?"
Stefano makes a long, verbal sigh, at the touch of Steve's thumbs and fingers mashing his nips, "oh damn, don't stop!"
But Steve does stop, and hinting, lifts Stefano's hands to his own chest, "oh, I won't stop, but I need some benefit as well?"
There they stand in the hallway, Stefano's shirt open, Steve in the raw, both reaching out and tit-for-tat, tweak each other's nips!
Whereas Steve's cock began to stick out straight, Stefano's pants began to become distorted in the crotch area.
Finally, feeling the apex of his full-fledged erection, Steve says, "your mashing feels great, Stefano, but I'm going to need much more from you?"
Not which he didn't like the way Steve was working his nips, he'd much rather have him working his cock with his lips, "fine. Why don't we get outta here and go to my place?"
Dusan happened to be walking by and after overhearing, "you don't want to do that. Well," he eyes the electrician up and down, "not unless you don't value your job?"
Stefano, with like gazes, working Dusan over with his eyes, "I don't work for Rick, so that shouldn't be a problem."
He thought he had it in the bag, when Dusan says, "you don't know Rick. Who do you think buys ninety percent of the electrical equipment your uncle distributes?"
Steve, a born masochist, having worked under many men in his life, both at sexual desiring and the use of 'toys' and other apparatus to excite a guy, says, "hey, have you two ever thought about teaming up and having fun with a third guy?"
He said this, when observing the pair, at risk of losing the interest of Stefano.
This was all new to Stefano, but for Dusan, who has played with men, using toys or furniture not designated to relax at home and watch football, "interesting proposal."
Steve smiles, thinking he's garnered at least one interest in him, "that's cool. Y'know, Stefano has some toys in his toolchest."
"Oh really, Stefano? Why don't we take a look?"
As Stefano's background goes, being a service person, going out to a business or home, and being gay, there were always those clients who wanted to experience more than business. At 27-years old, he's not had many customers, for business, but working his way through trade school, he's encountered many a man who wanted to barter for his services. 'Business before pleasure', Stefano's self-made motto, he would always require the amount paid for fixing wires. Afterwards, if a client was satisfied with his work, he would be accepting of another fee, payable at the conclusion. With some of his clients, it seemed there was always something going wrong with the electric!
As Dusan puts a hand on Stefano's toolbox, "um, you don't touch another man's tools unless invited?"
It wasn't what Dusan expected and feeling a little flush, "sure. I don't know where my thinking is."
Steve could tell Dusan was embarrased and for certain, with two hot men in his presence, didn't want to chance losing one or the other, offers himself up for sacrifice, "toys? You don't always need them."
This drew their attention to the young cub.
"Yeah," he continues when seeing question of their faces, "um, if one of you wants to put me in a full nelson, the other can provide entertainment?"
Dusan liked playing with a man, or two, but was always cautious, "have you ever been worked over, Steve?"
Motioning with his fists, Steve gets the idea of what he was insinuating, "sure. I was always bullied in high school. Guys loved holding me in a position and punching me in the stomach, if that's what you're going for?"
A first for Stefano, "and that turns you on?"
"Well," Steve is blunt, "not only me, but the guy doing the punching." He had to ask, "do you get hard working over a guy's stomach, Dusan?"
Turthfully, Dusan was a lovable guy, but when it came to acting out fantasies, roleplaying, the whole scenario, "I can get rough, if that's what the other guy is into, but I do respect limits."
Stefano questions, "how do you know when too much is too much?"
"I start out light and work up to a harder gutpunch. It's not like there's no communication."
Steve was loving it, but beyond the gut workover, "are you into flogging and other stuff?"
Dusan smiles, replying, "I'm sure I can get into whatever you're into Steve. In fact, you sound like my kind of man."
Stefano now became the observer, thinking outside the bdsm-box and thinking how hot Dusan is. It didn't have anything to do with games he liked to play, but that adorable face, the dark beard, overly fuzzy chest, striped stomach till it opened over a hairy stomach, just as dark pubes, the anatomy superb, "I have to admit I don't know much about what you're talking about, but I'm a fast learner?"
Dusan was a perplexed, clarifying, "are you thinking on the dominant level, or submissive?"
"Well frankly," it was Stefano feeling flush with embarrassment, "the only toy in my toolbox is electrical wire I used to tie up a client and use sexually against his will."
"I see," Dusan rubs his beard as he thinks, "well it just so happens I'm taking on an apprentice, if you're interested?"
Steve's loving it, at least his balls, feeling the pangs of the excitement, two dominators, working over him with their physical as well as sexual tools!
"Where do I fill out the application?"
They laugh at Stefano's joke.
While they are still talking 'toy shop', the door to the mens room pops open. Up until five minutes ago, there wasn't any noise. Inside, Rick, Luca and Callum were finishing up their escapade and with only a sink to wash up in, had gotten quite amount of water on the floor, trying to get as much goo and sweat off their bods. They had used up every swatch of paper towels and toilet paper.
It had been when they were drying each other off with paper, they started to hear voices on the other side of the door, which had Rick saying, "not which we were intentionally listening in on your conversation, but if you're interested in some roleplaying, I'm having these lads back to my place for dinner, and you're invited?"
After overhearing, Luca and Callum had words with each other, so that after Rick paves the way, Luca says, "yeah and we'd like to get in on some of that gut-punching, to see what we an take?"
Being Steve looked up the fratboys at hot contenders, "I'd love it if you two worked me over?"
The two look at each other, wondering, Luca saying, like they had already talked it over and made a decision, "I guess Cal could hold you and I could do the punching?"
"That would be awesome!" Steve says, eyes alit.
Since the younger guys lad trio-ed up, Rick turns to chatting with Dusan and Stefano, who says, "I know nothing about all this, except tying a dude to the bed and having him suck me, or fuck'em?"
Rick smiles and confidently with his hand on Dusan's shoulder, "I'm sure we work some sadism into that!"
Dusan turns to his employer, "you put a lot of confidence in me."
Rick, always something up his sleeve, "that I am and I'm dying to see how you feel Dusan, with Callum putting you in a full nelson and Lucas working you over!"
Dusan's jaw dropped and he went bug-eyed, at something he was totally unprepsared for, which had him feeling his stomach with a hand, "I didn't mean anything like you're thinking, Rick."
Lucas addresses them, "truthfully, I'd like to be the one behind you and holding you up, Dusan."
What put the fear in Dusan, was Lucas, holding his shaft and giving it a massage, which has him saying, "you better think twice about how you use that!"
It got them to laughing, Rick saying it was a joke!
However, Steve approaches Dusan, and while he takes him aside, "I'd really like to get with you, to get on working up to 'no limits', if you know what I mean?"
Dusan is entertained by Steve's thinking, "no limits. What part of the bod are we talking about?"
Beyond excitement, Steve says, "yes!"
Dusan was puzzled, it showing on his face.
Rather than name nips, navel, back, stomach, ass, cock, Steve says, "I'm into exploring, if that fits what you're up to?"
"What I am up for is to have safe play. I can go easy or be rough, depending on how much and how far you want to go. Limits? I always use a safe word. If this suits you than we can have a good time together."
"How old are you?"
Dusan thought it a weird question, but responds, "twenty-nine, and you?"
"Thirty-five. Was wondering though."
Dusan nods his chin, "what's that?"
"Have you ever thought about having an older partner?"
"Really, Steve...you're putting me on the spot like this?"
"Sorry!" With something else on his mind besides remorse, "I guess that would be ground for discipline, huh?"
He didn't want to opinion, Dusan liking Steve, both in looks and temperment, and feeling his every word and not wanting to dissapoint, "a hundred lashes for starters!"
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Meanwhile, even though the boiler wasn't running at full blast, the room down the hallway had heated up to whereas the two men inside had sweat streaming off their bods.
When George entered the room, he had no idea the position he would be in. With talk of bondage, he thought himself and not Saad would have leather cuffs on wrists and hung from pipes.
He had protested, wanting to be the object of Saad's pleauring, but at the flip of a coin, picking 'heads', he lost!
Losing didn't mean things would not be pleasurable for both.
It would also be a revelation for both, Saad discovering the pleasures of caving in to another man's physical and sexual demands.
After George had placed the leather cuffs on Saad's wrists, he was instructed, by Saad, to lift him up in order to place the rings on the cuffs up over the hooks attached to a pipe.
It was kind of comical, George bending over with, at first, his face implanted between Saad's bulky poundcakes. Sweat helped lubricated the slide down to where George's nose slipped into Saad's navel, but only briefly before mouth connects with pubes!
Under other circumstances, George would open wide and take it all in, but with Saad's wristcuffs tugging on the hooks, his bod swings back.
With a grunt, Saad feels the force of the cuffs pivoting his bod backwards, then forwards, his feet stabilizing him on the floor.
They say a taste of honey is worse than none at all, which has George on the reproach. Even though Saad's arms are eagle-spread, his legs hang freely down straight, two sawhorses, one to each side of the insides of Saad's thighs, keep his junk hanging freely.
"Now for your first torture," George acts upbeat, bending to get some licks in.
"Oh shit," Saad bawks, "you're supposed to be boxing my abs!"
Straightening himself up, George says, "I wanted to do this one-to-one, but you're being so possessive about this," he pulls on two boxing gloves.
"We flipped for it, remember?"
At the gym, George and Saad had a confrontation and it was his boss, Mike, who suggested the two find a way to work things out. In choosing, muscle did play a part, hanging by muscled arms, leg muscles on tipee-toes and the ensuing breakdown of abdominal muscle, all play a part in their 'working things out'.
Butting boxing gloves together, George says, "I can't wait till it's my turn to hang there in your place. I'll show you how to take a workover."
Saad fans the flames, "right. All talk and no action."
What also play a part in settling the score were their egos. They had a friendly argument, each suggesting they had tough abs, that they could withstand a hefty beating. It had even escalated from mere boxing clubs to clobbering their abs with a baseball bat!
Rick was against that from the start and whereas he felt the two could not be trusted, made sure Mike was there at the bar & grille, there to monitor the action, so it doesn't get out of hand.
Well, Mike did show up at Rick's meeting of the board, followed the corridor to the boiler room and emceed the abs standoff, but got bored quickly, George's jabs to Saad's gut making him yawn, "be back in five minutes."
After leaving the boiler room, with Saad hanging there naked, George slowly removes the boxing gloves, with warning, "now we'll get to some real action!"
Staring at George's big knuckles, Saad feels fearful, "hey, we said 'with' gloves, remember?"
Smiling, George says, "oh no, you're getting the wrong impression, Saad. Chill."
"Chill?" Saad questions George's motives, when he steps behind him, into the two or three feet of space behind his bound bod.
Next thing to complain about, Saad feels something fleshy on his butt, "what the fuck, Georgie?"
Giggling, George says, "exactly, man! How'd you guess?"
Followed by a burst of laughter, Saad didn't think it funny and with the impending thought stuck in his mind, of being impaled on George's thick sword, he starts thrashing about.
"Only way you're going to stop this, is if there's a plumbing leak, Saad!"
He laughed like a comedian, but at his own joke, George putting his back against the wall, using it as a catapult to jut hips forward, saying, "time for a split decision, eh?"
George was having fun, at Saad's expense, causing the mighty muscleman to thrash about some more.
"Hey," George literally puts hands on the curvature of Saad's shoulders and hoisting himself upwards, slams his meat against the waiting ass.
"I swear Georgie, when I get out of this, I'm going to...akkkkk!"
Too late, as George lifts his hips up and all at once drives his hard shaft towards the ceiling, adding insult, "now, there's a punch that separates the men from the boys!"
Perhaps there should have been more than an electrician on site that day, with all of Saad's thrashing about and in an effort to end George's horrific joke, had hoisting his 230+ bod up and even though it meant impaling himself, allowed the overhead pipe to bear him weight.
"Oh shit!" George yells as the pipe comes loose from the ceiling.
He already had a grip on Saad's hips and all it took was to close the circle around the waist to drag him out of harm's way, the cuffs coming unlatched from the binding hooks.
In addition, ice cold water begins seeping out, all over the place, which seems to cool tempers and sober up the situation.
Literally, George took the backlash, the grinding of skin against a concrete wall, of which two minutes later he's complaining, "ouch!"
"What are you complaining about, Georgie, when I am sitting here with your cock almost up my ass?"
"Geez, I hope you didn't break anything, Saad?!?!"
He meant his stiff shaft, but Saad says of himself, "no," he flails his hands about, "my wrists are okay. Nothing broken."
When Mike left, he forgot to lock the door. On his way back he had an entourage, having met Rick, Lucas, Callum, and the others. Opening the door, the found rushing water careening over their feet as if standing in a brook.
"What the fuck? I can't leave you two alone for two minutes?"
"Fuck that, Mike," Saad says, finally standing up, realizing only the tip of George's cock had dared to enter his ass.
Mario, left in charge while the owner of the bar & grille was away, after having waded down the hallway, "oh shit, I'm in big trouble!"
Rick was trying to calm the situation, saying, "at least no one got hurt."
George speaks up, "I don't know about that. Someone want to give me a hand?"
Saad gets panicky, "you're hurt?"
He was looking at George's half-semi, when George is lifted from plastering the wall with his back.
"Not there, idiot. My back!"
As George stand he also winces, the others doubling around back, looking at the cocoa-skinned rearview.
"That's gotta hurt," Lucas says.
With water still trickling out of the pipe, Rick says, "direct him this way, out of the way of the pipe."
Clearing off a small table, "here, set him face down here until we can get a medic here."
He had pulled out his cell, Rick realizing Callum with his in hand, "I've got it boss." Then, realizing Rick doesn't like 'that' word, "I mean, Rick."
Even in the face of calamity, Rick would've allowed Callum to call him anything. All he could do is feast his eyes on the fratboy and it wasn't all because he had a hot bod. Other things were making him slowly fall for him.
He wasn't alone in his thinking, Lucas suddenly there beside him, "helluva a guy, huh?"
Rick gets an impression of Lucas' thoughts, but going against what he's feeling, "you think? No, no, no, no, no, it's not that way at all!"
"Really? What way would that be, Rick?"
"First of all, I'm older than the two of you put together!"
Lucas, prolly as wise as Callum, says, "that has absolutely nothing to do with this, Rick."
Like Lucas was coming on to him, Rick feels a hand slide from shoulder, down to about his asscrack.
"Lucas, what are you doing?"
"Nothing really. Only trying to make you see that, if you have some kind of emotion going with Cal, you're going to have to share that with me."
"I don't get it."
"I didn't either at first, Rick, but when I did I saw that our relationship could really work."
"Relationship?"
"You. Me. Cal. It would be cool for us guys to have a daddy figure in our lives and surely, after tonight at your place, we'll find a mutual way of how our threeway sex lives can mature into a beautiful thing. This is not just coming from me, Rick."
The first thing that regurgitates through Rick's mind is how he got himself into this predicament.
"You okay, Rick?"
"Uh. Yeah. I guess I'm not as young as you guys and need to process this."
"Okay," Lucas says, "you process and I'm going to see how things are with George."
Now Rick was doubly down on himself, thinking of how, with just one fratboy, Callum, he had broke his vow never to become seriously involved with a guy he's hired. With the twenty-something barely with his foot in the door, that one mistake has turned into two, "oh damn, what am I gonna do?"
"About what?"
Rick turns to the familiar voice, "oh, Josh. Now I've done it."
Placing a hand to his old friend's shoulder, Josh says, "what, have you gone and done, Ricky?"
One of those quirks, it made Rick break from his fear and smile, at the only time Josh uses the name, 'Ricky', "you're always there for me."
"Hey, buddy, it's not only me there for you. How many times have you been there for me?"
Sighing, Rick says, "yeah. A few."
"More than a few. I could name at least five different times, but what's happening with you?"
"I can't say you didn't warn me," Rick waits.
"Oh. That. What goes around has come around, has it?"
"You warned me not to fall for a fratboy's incredibly good looks and..."
"Um, before you rehash what you and Lucas were talking about, you can drop it. I was eavesdropping."
Rick just stood there and looked at Josh.
Even though Rick was trying to shame him for his deed, "well, look at the bright side, you don't have to worry you're going to leave any of the story out?"
Really, Rick didn't care, based on their long-period friendship, dating back to grammar school, "well, you always come up with the solution. What am I gonna do?"
Making a frown, which really states, 'so what', Josh says, "well, if you think you're going to have a problem handling two fratboys, maybe they will be needing two daddies!"
Turning to Josh, it might look like Rick was readying to get sweet on him, but otherwise, "Josh, it's times like this I need a serious answer to the problem."
"What problem? There's plenty of relationships where there's an age difference. Right now, I think you need to open up and break out of that mold your father tried to reconcile with your being gay."
"My father? What the fuck, Josh?!"
While they were on the subject, Josh decided to let loose the floodgates and say his mind, "I've been holding back since high school, but with your father gone, I think you need some fatherly opinion in your life Rick and don't you go silent treatment on me," his finger digs into Rick's chest.
"You're hurting me, Josh!"
Seeing that they were becoming the focus and not George, with his naked bod lying on the table, Josh grabs Rick's arm and drags him out into the hallway.
They are blocking the way of an two EMT's, who are quite fascinated with the corporate attire, "excuse us."
Rick had another complaint, "did you see how he tried to molest me as he passed by?"
"Yeah," Josh smiles, "don't you have all the luck!"
It's then Rick discovers, "I'm being selfish," he looks towards the opening to the boiled room.
"You are, buddy and after this is over we'll talk more on how we're going to set up a relationship with the two fratboys."
"We?" Rick says.
"Yeah," Josh says, "it's a big responsibility in a one-parent family, bringing up two kids?"
Even though George was wincing as the medics applied their magical touch, Rick was feeling the backlash of the situation involving Callum and Lucas, with Josh coming into the equation.
Suddenly, Mike standing there with Josh and Rick, they hear, "I take full responsibility for all this."
Like Josh was there for Rick, Steve comes to stand next to Mike, making small talk, "say, Mike, do you happen to have student discounts at your gym?"
Mike had seen Steve around, but eyeball to eyeball and with his peripheral vision kicking in, his mind goes blank on the business of all things gym, "damn, you're hot!"
Rick and Josh knew when it was time to leave.
"Hot?" Steve suddenly feels the edge kick in, his balls pulsating, "Like, what do you think is hot about me?"
"Not here," Mike says, acting like he was looking for a way out. "Let's get dressed and maybe we can start working on that gym discount, if you're up for it?"
Mike didn't eavesdrop on Rick's conversation as Josh had, but being a business owner, has never compromised principles, by complimenting any of his clients on how fox they look, even though there have been dozens of hot men frequent his gym.
"Oh, I'm up for it," Steve says, allowing Mike to turn him around and walk towards the exit.
Back in the main room, they look for the chairs their clothes were left on.
"Rick didn't announce it, but I guess it's okay for us to leave?"
Mike's eyes still on Steve's furry bod, watches as Steve begins to dress, remarking, "good idea," stuffing his briefs into a pants pocket, "and, oh yeah, it's over, the meeting. I'm sure of it."
Having heard one thing, Steve says, "you'll take responsibilty?"
"Of course. In case you didn't pick up on it, Rick and me, we're tight."
"Tight?" Steve giggles, "like, how do you mean that?"
"Not in the way you're thinking it, Steve."
They rush to dress, not putting on anything which would require taking up time, like their briefs, watches, worrying about texts they haven't viewed and the like.
In no time they leave by the side entrance, Steve saying, "I hope you didn't jog here?"
"Nah. My car is around the building. Why, how did you get here, Steve?"
"I don't have a car. I hitched."
Mike was thinking, "too bad I didn't come in after you, we could have skipped the meeting all together."
"But if that had happened, then you wouldn't have seen my bod!"
"You've got a point there Steve."
"Not only that, Mike, I would have probably gotten into a lot of trouble, might have meant my job, if I didn't show up without a good reason," Steve says as he slips into Mike's car.
"And there would have been no reason to get yourself worked up over it, being the rapport I have with Rick."
"I'm curious, since I haven't been with the company long term and didn't witness it today, is Rick a top or bottom?"
"Really, it's probably none of your business, Steve, but if what you're asking, to find out which way I swing, "if you're ass isn't loose now, it will be after tonight!"
Aside from his ass ring pulsing, Steve says, "and do you get into any kinky stuff, other than gut-punching?"
"You mean other than butt-punching?" Mike says as they whiz down the road.
"I mean bdsm, which stands for bondage, discipline, sadisi..."
"I know what it means and yeah, I can get into it a little."
"Cool," Steve says, probably answering the question already on the tip of Mike's tongue.
Then, after thinking on it, Steve says, "what I mean, is more than gut-punching?"
"I know what you mean. Cuffs, whips, toys, depravation. I think I can keep you on edge, Steve."
Steve loved the smile on Mike's face, having a good feeling about all this, especially the electric car he was riding in. He was also impressed when Mike pulls into a driveway and needs Siri to open the gate they come to.
"Are you rich or something?"
"They call it well-to-do and yeah, I'm more than self-sufficient when it comes to taking life easy. The gym I currently own is modest in comparison to the other one I owned, which I downscaled to make life easier."
"So," Steve sums up, "you're in a place in your life where you want more time for yourself, like, you're living the dream?"
Smiling, Mike says, "I wasn't until I met you today!"
"Uh, I think you better keep both hands on the wheel, Mike."
Steve wasn't sure about all this now, thinking Mike moving kind of fast, even though the car wasn't moving more than 2 miles per hour. Sitting there in the car, in front of what looked to be a small-scale, modern mini-mansion, "you sound so sure of yourself, I mean, about me?"
"I have a confession to make and I hope you won't be mad, but I didn't see you for the first time today at the bar & grille."
"What?" Steve pushes back in the seat. "When, then?"
"I think it was a few days ago, you came up to the front of the gym and was reading the information I place at the door. By the time I got there, you had left. Then, when I arrived at the bar & grille, my heart leapt, seeing you there."
"Why didn't you come over and say something to me, then?"
"Because I didn't know, if you were with someone, I didn't want to embarass you by saying things I had on my mind."
Slowly forgiving Mike, Steve says, "like what?"
"Well," Mike ponders, "like, with your clothes on, I think you're hot, but without, okay, you're hot too, and now that I know a little about you?"
"I'm still hot?"
Reaching over, Mike grabs the chest of Steve's tee shirt, reeling him in for a kiss.
It lasted several second, Steve saying, "that certainly was hot!"
"Does that mean I'm not driving you home?"
Steve jacks the handle on the door, "uh, long as you're going to let me out?"
"Technology," Mike says, a button making the way out accessible.
Again, after they enter, Siri is alerted to turn off the alarm system, which after that business is out of the way, Mike says, "make yourself at home."
"Okay," Steve strips his shirt off overhead.
Even though a buttoned down polo shirt, Mike does the same, "beer?"
"Water is good. I've heard, doing s&m and being drunk is not a good combination!"
Mike goes for a couple of beers in the fridge, saying, "can we think about falling in love first?"
It's the feeling Steve has had since Mike first casually introduced himself back at the bar & grille, "I'm under the impression you already are, Mike and all I need to do is catch up to you!"
Shirtless, Mike starts to jog, "let's see what it takes for you to catch up to me while enroute to the bedroom?"
In doing so, Mike had tossed his shirt to Steve, who caught it at chest level. Forced by habit he lifts it to his nostrils and takes a whiff, "mm-m," he imbibes on the aroma, before taking off and walks up the stairs.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the musk of a gym-man!"
"In here," Mike hangs out the door frame of the place intended for Steve to find him.
"Is that your dungeon you're inviting me into?"
With a smile, Mike welcomes him in, "how did you guess?"
Instead of dark walls, black furniture, a blazing fire, Steve needs to shade his eyes from the afternoon sun, just beginning to set, "wow, you sure do know how to decorate!"
He not only meant the wide paneled windows, but also choice of furniture, running a hand over wood, "I love the feel and look of maple."
"Really? Come feel these sheets. I'm sure you'll love the feel on your bare skin!"
Over by the bed, Mike had kicked his shoes off. In addition to stuffing briefs in a pocket of his pants, he left his socks back at the bar & grille, only with the need to quickly drop his pants.
When Steve gets closer, with hand on his belt, Mike approaches, "no. Allow me."
Almost the same height, Mike measured in a couple of inches shorter, but no matter, he still could cock his head and as he undid Steve's belt buckle, bent his head to take a taste, "mm-m, love all this fur, Steve."
"I knew someday all that grooming would pay off."
Hairy, dark drown fur from the tip of his beard, down the whole flank of his bod, pubes and beyond, Steve says of Mike, "but I love your smooth bod too."
As they get closer, Mike feels his nips scrape against the rough patchwork.
"Oh man, you feel so good, Steve."
Not making an issue of hair and how it was or was not present, Steve rubs up and down Mike's back, "you too, feel good."
Unconvinced, Mike sensed something else, "but?"
"Nothing," Steve follows Mike, in breaking off the closeness of their bods, "I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything. You know, the ride home and your beautiful house. The silky sheets?"
"We haven't gotten into them yet?"
Walking over, Steve, sensing he's been a bit standoffish, lifts the sheet, "mind if I try them out now?"
Steve kneels into the bed, but Mike scoots around the outside, "left side for me, if you don't mind?"
"Either side is good for me."
He probably didn't need to offer any other info, Mike saying, "this night table has the cuffs and toys!"
Like he felt moments ago, Steve having selfish thoughts, appeciates that Mike is trying to cater to him, "can we get to know each other first?"
"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way," Mike replies, cuddling up to Steve, while sliding under the silk sheet.
"Siri, blind down."
Steve jokes, "if I clap my hands twice, will the lights go on?"
"Try it."
Clapping hands twice doesn't bring Steve the desired results, "well, that didn't work."
Turning towards Steve and taking up twirling the hair on his chest, Mike says, "no, but it was fun watching you try it!"
"Nah," Steve says, "I'll punish you and shave my chest!"
Laughing, Mike says with all sincerity, "don't you dare or I'll have divorce on my mind!"
"Is that your intention?"
Reading into Steve's questioning, Mike says, "if you're thinking marraige, at this point I don't rightly know I would even call this a relationship, even though..."
"What?"
"It might have looked like I was rushing things, getting you in my car and driving a little over the speed limit, to get you home?"
"Nah," Steve differs, "I think it was your smelly, stinky shirt you threw to him, that lured me up to your bedroom."
"Was that it?"
They both laughed about it, until it subsided and in staring each other in the face, the moment turned into something sweet.
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