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`See The Good In All Things' 10
Heck Bro's flashback (Dean, Phil, El)
Flashbackward (how Dean met Darryl)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Finally, Dean and Phil had whetted El's appetite to the point, the aupair had been satisfied beyond belief. Now, still gasping for air, his eyelids closed and with throwing superlatives, El slowly sinks into qa deep, peaceful sleep.
"I thought he would never shutup," Dean says.
But Phil had a different opinion, "El? Ha! You should talk, Dean!"
Dean confused over Phil's comment, "oh? And how would that go?"
"Are you kidding? It's like, when you were fucking him, you were ten times louder and you're description?"
"Really? Like, what'd I say?"
It didn't really matter now, the two facing each other. With El's whining put to an end, the two had more than two minutes peace!
Even though the dungeon reeked of manjuice, Dean still had some backup, ready for the next encounter. Tapping Phil on the shoulder, the same hand had Phil spinning around.
Seeming impossible, Phil having faced his willing victim while fucking him, comments, "what, I've got some juice on my back?"
Not the case, still Dean goes with it, sticking out his tongue, licking the back of Phil's shoulder, making the claim, "yeah."
Being Phil was taller than Dean, it was easy for the 18-year old to part the ass crack, exploring fingers finding his destination, the slimy man-hole.
"Uh, what are you doing back there?"
"Shush," Dean answers.
Phil shushes!
An hour ago he might have been reluctant to allow even another man's finger to probe his asscheeks. Even though Phil wasn't sure, he allows Deans digits to manipulate.
But when Dean starts to enter the dark cave, Phil stops him, "why don't we save that for upstairs?"
Turning, he faces his young Romeo.
Thinking a soft, plush bed would be much better for putting Phil on his back, Dean says, "no problem."
At that juncture, heaven and hell, the duo set sights on the bedroom versus a cold dungeon, making their way around the wooden table El lays half-splayed out upon.
Both connected with thoughts of a half hour ago, expecting to hear El utter something about being neglected.
Dean says, "I think he'll be out for a while."
"We can only hope!"
Near where they first came in, Phil escorts, "after you."
"Another one of your secret doors?"
Even though he spent his load, Dean could feel his balls churning in anticipation.
An hour and a half ago it was El's badgering that kept the cool couple from getting down to one-on-one business.
With a knock at the garage entrance, Phil complains, "what now?"
Wishing and hoping, Dean says, "um, we could pretend like we're not at home?"
Already Phil was putting more than two and two together. Even though his father went to his grave, repercussions have occurred, the result of the little black book he's found in a dresser drawer, while cleaning out personal items. Who else, but someone who has been here before, might be back for more action. Or might be, like any man, a chance happening at a supermarket, gas station, a boy delivering pizza, two people looking for the same kinky action?
Whatever the case, Dean, on his second hot streak, "maybe you should let them in?"
"What? I'm not enough for you?"
"Of course you are, Phil, but?"
It took Phil a second to ponder that and while doing so, three heavy raps pound the door.
"You better get that before the door comes off the hinges?"
Phil was certainly a hot dish, but Dean was never one to turn away an appetizer. Reaching between torso and an arm, the door knob turns, admitting a ray of light.
Then, from the outside the door is forced open.
Meeting face to face, Phil says, "Darryl?"
"Uncle Phil?"
It's not that Darryl did not recognize his uncle, but surprised, seeing him naked like that, confronted by a full frontal assault!
"Where did you come from?"
"I took a day off from the rat race."
Phil, standing there with the door partially open, shielding whoever was entering from seeing Dean, says, "I see."
Because Phil kept the door at a minimum entryway, Darryl says, "I hope I'm not coming at a bad time?"
"Of course not. You know me, family first?"
If that be the case, then why was Phil keeping the door from fully exposing the inside of the dungeon?
"Anyone I know?" Darryl nicely forces himself inside, which at this point he can view the guy his uncle was hiding.
Being he was no longer in Phil's shadow, Dean says, "hey, how's it going?"
"Hey."
With more attention paid to Dean, than his uncle he has not seen in at least a year, Phil does the honors, "Darryl, this is Dean."
Since Darryl was this 6'4 giant of a man, he looked down on Dean, which from the bird's eye view, was kind of 'hot', "I can certainly see you were quite busy, unc!"
Phil smiles, having wanted Dean in his bed for at least an hour now, figures that idea scrubbed, "yeah, but I have a feeling it's about to get busier," he refocuses his attention, "that is if it's okay with Dean?"
Peeling a knapsack off his shoulder, allowing the handle of a rolling suitcase to flop towards the wall, Darryl says, "looks like I'll have to play catch up!"
Darryl reaches a hand overhead and latches onto his hoodie. Stripping it forward, Dean is all eyes.
Phil has a deja-vu moment, saying, "maybe we should continue this upstairs." He questions himself, realizing he said the same minutes ago?
With the dim-lighted staircase in front of them, Phil says, "after you two?"
A bit of an exhibitionist to the right set of eyes, Phil takes the lead. Purposefully he walks with a wide gait, which from behind he knows the viewer will see his balls dangling, swaying side to side.
Not disappointed, Darryl says in a cowboy drawl, "hot ding!"
One thing discussed a year and a half ago, or about then, when Darryl came out to his uncle, was how did a guy know if he was a top or bottom, or did it even matter. On that, Phil was wondering, since Darryl had admitted he got more pleasure out of fucking dudes, not meaning he didn't like the pleasure of taking a cock on his tongue, how three tops in the same bedroom, how it was all going to turn out.
Walking the stairway up to the second floor, bypassing the first, while walking through a living room, Dean made cheap chatter.
In a cat and mouse fashion of speaking, Darryl reveals he graduated 2 years ago and currently attends Hops College, after graduating from the performing arts high school, which went by the same name, Hops.
"Oh really? Never heard of Hops."
"That's okay. Where do you go?"
Dean reveals, "I just got my acceptance letter in the mail yesterday. I guess I'll be going to Mannis Music School."
"Oh, you're a musician. Awesome! I want to hear all about it."
"Really?"
Dean thought it cool, but felt the scales tipped slightly off, him being naked and Darryl clothed, "before or after you've stripped?"
Transitioning up floors, they were in the middle of the living room, on their way to the next staircase.
"Before and after?"
Darryl takes the liberty of parking his ass in the luxury of a modern detailed sofa.
Family first stuck in his mind, not which he minded sharing Dean with Darryl, but being their ascent to the upstairs was put on hold, "anyone care for wine? A beer?"
"None for me," Darryl says, patting a cushion.
Inviting Dean to sit, he wanders over and parks his ass, "I hope you don't mind?"
As Dean peels Darryl's clothing off, hands wander, lips kiss.
"Mm-mm, I love fast boys!"
Phil comes out with a bottle of wine in one hand, three stems of glasses in the other, saying for loss of words, "I hope it's not too early?"
Instead of interfering, Phil stands there, watching Dean remove his nephew's clothes, while stimulating his second hard-on for the day.
"Unc, put that stuff down and come help."
Putting the bottle and glasses down, wasn't on the table in front of the sofa. Instead, he moves the glass table out of the way.
By this time Darryl was stripped naked.
Dean had taken his place, sitting with his butt sunken into the sofa.
With palms on Dean's thighs, Darryl was lowering knees to the rug.
Phil thought it a beautiful sight, his nephew's ass lowering to the floor, looking as if readying to give Dean a blowjob.
When he saw Darryl a year ago, Phil was under the impression his nephew left the house as an alpha male.
It complicates his thinking, Darryl turning his head, saying, "hey, bring that over here, unc."
The only thing Phil could think of, was his 7-inches he was holding on the platter of his hand, "this, you mean?"
Dean was taking it all in stride. Being he allowed Darryl and Phil sort things out, he took to stroking himself. Finding something wet on the side of his navel, he realizes some of El's goo must've gotten on him. No matter, it made good lube!
"Would you be okay if I..."
With Darryl being forward, it didn't give Phil time to respond. Instead, Dean, like El, impatient, says, "if you want something, just take it, Darryl?"
Phil and Dean exchange glances, as Darryl touches his meat.
"Family first, right?" Dean says of Darryl getting first dibs.
Watching Darryl take his uncle's shaft in his mouth was enough to fill Dean to the gills, his shaft hard as a fresh banana.
As Darryl had a longing, it now affects Dean, "why don't you have a seat over here, Phil?"
Even if it were only him and Dean, Phil knew the ultimatum would eventually come, "yeah, sure."
He sounded skeptical, which had Dean wondering if Phil was ready to surrender his ass, "or here," he pats the cushion next to himself.
"Oh cool," Darryl says, "I've always wanted to try to suck two guys at once."
"Really?" Still, Phil was under the impression Darryl would more try vying for either of their asses.
The way Darryl put things into perspective, "I like switching for the right guy."
Dean says, "I guess I'm that right guy."
With Phil parking his ass on the sofa, Dean already situated, right in front of Darryl.
"Okay if I dig in?"
Much as he wanted a warm mouth on his shaft, Dean says, "soon."
It then came to Phil, 'is Dean falling for Darryl?' It surely seemed that way, the 18-year old pulling Darryl by the neck to meet his lips.
"Oh! I forgot!"
Darryl and Dean break off the sweet kissing, as Phil jumps to his feet.
"What's up?" Darryl and Dean say at the same time.
They look at each other and smile.
"I've got to open the store today. Nick, my manager, I forgot. He needed the day off."
However, Dean was wise to it, knowing Phil said he had the store opening covered, which had him saying to Darryl, after Phil had left the room, "do you believe him?"
"Not sure, but what I don't believe is I'm here right now on my knees, ready to swallow a hot cock!"
Dean didn't say another thing, laying back, hands on top of his head, pressing hips forward, satiny fabric helping to slide right onto Darryl's tongue!
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(Moving forward in time)
It has been memories like that, an older dude, not to mention great at bringing a guy to full term, Dean feeling like he was riding a horse, when it came to taking Darryl's ass, is what endearing memories are made of.
When going to music school in NYC, he and Darryl never met up. Instead of pursuing studies in the Big Apple, Darryl transferred to a college in Boston.
Who wouldn't guessed, coming out of Steven's party, that the car who had boxed his truck in, belonged to a past friend.
On the verge of graduation, Dean and Sean, having served Steven well for the past few months, were gifted 2020 Chevy Silverados with the cab and color of their choosing.
Of Dean's white model, Tom, the paramedic, says, "what a beauty, I tell you!"
He surveyed the whole vehicle, not exactly what Dean gazed at, "yeah, right, but no fun when you're blocked in by some idiot!"
Each set of 2 parking spaces were chopped out from the sidewalk. When two vehicles were parked front to rear, one curb bordered the rear wheels, front of the vehicle another curb. If one of the vehicles, like Dean's truck, were longer than most, both vehicles could have a tight fit. Having studied Dean's truck, Tom knew the rear wheels were braced up against the curb. Approaching Dean, standing and studying the BMW in front of his Silverado, he says, "I hate it when someone does that."
Looking down at the less than one inch gap in bumpers, Dean says, "yeah, it really sucks, doesn't it?"
"No problem though," Tom mans up, "I'll go back in and look around for the owner. You wait out here in case he shows up."
"Sounds like a plan."
Back up against the wall, Dean waits, the bottom of his foot planted against the flagstone rock pattern. It was torture watching guys arrive, enter the gate to Steven's party. Some he knew, some total strangers. All hot looking!
Tom, a paramedic for years, has known Steven about as long as he's been employed in the emergency services field. A couple of times he's been summoned there, but of the other dozens, with open invitation. Sometimes he would arrive after work and guys loved tucking bills into his speedo, worn under the medics uniform he was stripping out of. Being in the profession, worked both for reality and fantasy.
Medium brown hair, the 37-year old could have allowed his hairy chest and stomach to grow out, but preferred keeping it trimmed, stomach molded to divide his punch-proof abs in half. Below his navel, instead of a trail, Tom preferred a patch. He began wearing a beard along his chops, before it before the rage, though not bushy, it too was chopped and cropped. At 6'2 and muscular, guys pictured Tom as a hot top. More of romantic and not adhering to labels, Tom took it as it comes, whatever the urge when making out with a guy.
Looking around, his car-search at first came up empty, but then Lefti had pointed out, "oh, the BMW, yeah, that would belong to Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome," he pointed towards the pool.
"Tall, dark and handsome, eh?" he studied the pool, where dozens of dudes had flocked.
Lefti, who was tending bar, steps out from behind the counter and literally takes Tom's chin and turns it to the precise spot, where a head pops out above the crowd.
"Oh my," Tom says.
"Yeah, that's the reaction I got!"
Standing there was a dude in his mid to late 20's. Long hair, it was blowing in the slight wind.
Tanned, "I wonder if that's real?"
"Yeah, I know," Lefti says of the dark shade.
Only the tall dude was tanned. Everyone else was fair, or bleached out.
"What do you know about him?" Tom wondered, but was not fearful of the dude, being he measured a couple of inches less in height, "I mean, do you think he takes criticism well?"
In Tom's line of work, paramedics came across all types of people and along with that, the way they acted, calm or radical, a guy couldn't judge until he was face to face.
"For a model, you would think he's into himself."
"Oh," Tom can't stop staring, "he's a model?"
"I mean," Lefti continues, "there's dozens of guys here who could measure up to the same distinction, but take it from me, I know."
Wishful thinking, Tom asks, "do you know if he has a boyfriend?"
Lefti smiles, having about a half hour ago asked Steven the same question, "he's in an open relationship, with Tob Harmon" and seeing question on Tom's face, "the Tv Chef?"
"Tob Harmon? Tv Chef? I don't have a lot of time to watch Tv."
After a brief laugh, Lefti gives Tom the lowdown, "trust me, after one episode, you'll be a regular fan."
"Has some good recipes, does he? I'm always looking for a new cooking challenge."
Standing there, conversing with Lefti, Tom didn't mind at all that his quest was put on hold for a moment. There before him was a feast in itself, Lefti in full array, no shirt, no pants, only flip flops adorning his feet. The more he challenged the Howelland Hardware manager, spit built up in his mouth. The paramedic often worked over people, from a medical perspective, but there were some gents he could feel 'something', massaging a chest or finding some other medical information, sought out for forming a diagnosis. Tom hadn't shed that much clothing, only loosened up his buttoned down shirt. He was thankful for the conservation, memorizing Lefti's hairy chest, working over both bulky poundcakes, the stripe down the middle and fanning out over the stomach. Then, his navel, it was very lickable. His height did lend a little to lifting his mid section, which below the belt, without having to study it much, Tom senses it quite hefty. It amused himself, Tom giving the nickname, 'Hefty Lefti', which he could tell he cracked a slight smile.
Fortunately for Tom, Lefti had just finished telling about Tob Harmon's show, the beginning, where he introduces two dishes he will be making for the episode and then on to the process of doing so.
"You'll love this," Lefti did, "right before he puts on his kitchen apron, he whisks his shirt off."
Eager to know more Tom puts it to him, "and his pants?"
"This is a family show."
"Oh," Tom seemed disappointed.
All hope is not lost, when Lefti adds, "but Tob comes into the store quite often, more since we've added the new pots, pans and gadgets department."
"So he lives local?"
Changing his stance to flip steaks on the bar-b-q, Lefti throws each morsel in the air, perfectly landing in place on the charred bars.
The motion keeps Tom sort of attuned, but more, that side view presents quite a dish!
Turning the flame down, closing the cover, Lefti turns to the pool area and like he's studying all the boys swimming, "yeah, if my mind serves me right," he points toward the southeast corner of the mansion backyard, "Tob lives two blocks thataway and then on the lot that holds only one house."
Tom didn't pay much direction to Lefti's instruction, because he knew he would be embarrassed if caught checking out the anatomy.
Rather than prolong the conversation, the situation getting rather tense, Tom says, "I better get on why I came here."
Kind of party it is, Lefti acts forward, taking the seams of Tom's shirt in his hands, "oh, it would of no imposition to help you out of this?"
Frankly, at tug of Lefti's paws on the fabric, there was nothing more he'd be entertained by, but a hefty muscle bear stripping him out of his uniform!
"Thanks, but I've got Dean waiting for me and right now, a BMW owner's car sitting on the bumper of his truck. Uh, can you point him out to me again?"
"Sure," Lefti lifts the hood of the bar-b-q and leads Tom over to the pool area.
More than autograph seekers formed a perimeter around the BMW owner, Lefti parting the wave of onlookers as he excuses himself, "pardon me," he's not disconcerted about placing a hand on a chest, stomach, wherever his five digits happen to fall, in the quest of waltzing Tom and himself down the instantly made corridor.
So tight is the hallway of men, Tom's half-sleeved arm feels the swipe across hot flesh.
Lefti was right to the point, "hey, can I tear you away from your fans? Got someone I want you to meet."
Even though phones and other means of duplication were banned from Steven's parties, the model always chose to wear skimpy swimwear.
Lefti must've had some clout for the model to stop what he's doing and say, "of course. Anything for you, Lefti."
Tom thought it, but didn't say it, only thunk it, 'oh really?' More, his eyes were scanning the over 6-foot tall model. He was a little disappointed by the fact, the model wore a swimsuit over his bulge, but then again, it gave Tom indication, that in his dreams, if he ever got to envelope the pouch, there was something meaty to get himself going!
Not expecting it, the model swiped by plenty of men who could be on the bucket list of any cocksucker, making a beeline for the paramedic.
Because he thought he had already mentioned the model's name, Lefti says, "this is Tom Gardner, Steven's best friend."
A famous model, Tom wasn't sure a hug was appropriate, so holds out a hand, saying, "nice to meet you, Tom," which was an understatement.
Tom's hand got folded up between them, the model taking him up in a swoop, engulfing him in a hug, a hand slipping to the back of the head and even though he's never laid eyes on the dude before, receives a hot kiss!
More words followed, with the model breaking off the kiss, "hey, baby, you've got way too many clothes on!"
A few minutes ago Lefti was a real charmer and though Tom was partial to men who could boast a hot, hairy bod, the treatment he got bowled him over, saying with a smile, "really?"
Suddenly he forgot about the mission he was on for Dean. Fact is, if under interrogation, he would probably have to undergo quite a lot of torture before, to erase memories of the model man-handling him, lest he remember about the BWM resting on the truck bumper.
Dean knew all of Steven's staff, having lived there for his senior year. He landed there as a result of the upheaval at home, mom marrying her boyfriend, El coming to live with them, El's sister bickering with him about running a gay brothel out of the home, and even though he could boast about how tight some of El's new boyfriends were, plus the expert cocksuckers, it drove Dean and Sean to move out and seek shelter at Steve's mansion. Within their rights, the boys could have filed for emancipation from the parental rule, but there wasn't any, except for El's expertise. Really, Dean and Sean could've taught El about bringing up teens, but since the sex was good, let him follow his own course. It helped, they didn't have to rely on Steven for spending allowances, taking a 25% cut from El's tricks he invited over to the house for soirees.
An unfamiliar face standing outside the gatehouse, Dean asks, "you're new around here, aren't you?"
"Chad Barrett, Mr. Heck," he extends a hand, "new head of security."
Leaving the party, Dean had slipped on a pair of shorts, had his shirt slung over his shoulder, but had tossed it in the truck window. Cutting the bs, he says, "how come you're not at the party, Chad?"
He knew why Chad wasn't. Chad knew, "because," he cracks a crooked smile, "I'm on duty."
Because Chad half-smiles at him, Dean gives him the 'sexy-Dean-whammy' back, party lips to let a chink of white-teeth gleam, ending with creased lips, "I figured as much."
Having a degree in criminal justice, it was obvious to Chad, if Dean knew the answer, then why did he bother to ask, 'why not at the party'!
"Which is not to say, after my shift I might take a dip in the pool?"
Right off Dean took it as an invitation, "about what time you would you be meaning that?"
"Midnight, 2am, whenever the last guest is carried out."
"I know the feeling," Dean having been one of those 'carried out', or rather up the stairs and dropped into bed.
"I know you know," Chad leaves Dean perplexed.
"Oh really? Like, how would that go, that you know I know?"
"Already I have an in with my security guards. I've already heard all the good gossip!"
Stepping down from the short stairstep of the security booth, Chad, who by this time had thanked his lucky stars he got to meet the owner of the brand-spanking-new truck parked out front, moves to where his chest almost touches Dean's nips.
"I'm security manager for Mr. Steeve. It's my job to know about everyone who comes and goes."
It was already confirmed in his mind, not doubting Chad, being he had called him by his surname, but anything else?
"Oh really. What's my first name?"
"Dean."
"Very good. How long have I been living here?"
"Since the middle of eleventh grade by which you got tired of your housekeeper's house parties and..."
"Aupair. Not housekeeper."
"One demerit," Chad smiles. "Backing up, your mom married her boyfriend and given the option of moving in with Mr. Steeve's," he hesitates, "well, maybe we can pursue the subject later, when you come back from wherever it is you are going?"
"Hmm, maybe sometime we can go out on a date?"
"Don't be silly," and having the facts on Dean, "I'm 7 years older than you."
Sarcastically, with attitude, Dean says, "looks like you've done your research."
He had. In fact, being close up with the stat's, Chad also notices something else about Dean, since engaged in conversation.
He's been with plenty of men, all ages, which lends expertise to Dean's thinking, being checked out between the legs, "want it, go for it, Chad!"
Since Dean was being forward, Chad decides on the same route, "why not?" Being game, he reaches a hand out and cups Dean's balls!
"Oh shit, Chad!"
Dean jumps back, almost right between his truck and the BMW, all the time griping, "I could have you up on trumped up sexual harrassment charges!"
Sure as hell Dean could have, but if Chad hadn't reached forward and latched onto a wrist, chances are, Dean's back could have become part of the link between the BWM and truck.
With so much force, Dean is drawn in, thrust up against Chad's chest, "well now, isn't this a compromising position?"
Backing off and like brushing sawdust from his hairy pecs, Dean says, "probably your plan all along."
"Not really," Chad simply says. "My plan really was to walk out of the booth and offer you the keys left to me for safe keeping, by the owner of the BMW?"
"You little fuck, you had them all along," Dean goes to grab the keys, hanging off the hook of Chad's finger.
"Not so fast," he scoops them up and places a fist behind his back.
Standing there, hands on hips, Dean says, "I suppose you want me to beg for them?"
He was having fun toying with Dean, but was getting a little too horny for his own good, "no, I was thinking more like me on my knees, begging to have a taste of that sweet cock of yours?"
There, it was out in the open. Ever since Chad had seen the pic of Dean in his file, smitten by the photo, blinded by the here and now, he took the chance of this being either his first day on the job or not even lasting the night. There always was the chance, it not saying in Dean's file, he was gay, that he could receive a knee in the balls.
Like the big boss, thinking about the prospect of hire and fire, Dean finally says, "I was wondering if that hard on in your pants was because of me!"
He had felt it, but Chad wasn't sure, "I didn't know I was showing."
"Oh, you're showing alright. Thing is, what are you going to do about it?"
"I was thinking the same thing."
"About what?"
"Not only the view, but feeling how hard you are. Except, I was thinking, since I'm the cause of it, I should do something about it. Shame you have to run off in such a hurry."
Dean knew he was being played, but figured what goes around come around and all that, "doesn't look like Tom's coming back anytime soon?"
Still toying, Chad says, "oh, but I have the keys and could move the BWM out of your way in a jiffy?"
"Fine. Do it. Deprive yourself of having my long, thick, juicy shaft between your lips."
Hand still behind his back, Chad slips the keys in his back pocket.
"Oh look," he holds up an empty palm, "I seem to have misplaced the keys!"
"Bet I can find them," Dean steps forward and with pressing his chest against Chad's uniform, reaches both hands around and sinks them into each pants pocket.
They just look at each other, till Chad says, "find anything?"
"Yeah. I might just skip those luscious lips and go in for the kill!"
"Why not go and do your business, come back and get the full treatment?"
"I suddenly have lost my urge for group therapy."
"Oh, you have a doctor's appointment?"
"Nah. I'm talking about the group that meets every Thursday night at my former residence."
"But it's Friday."
A grin and Dean's saying, "Yeah well, sometimes El's parties pour over into the next day."
"Then you won't be back tonight for our 'date'?"
"And miss out on pumping my load down into your stomach?"
Suddenly Chad felt very hungry, "good. You're not going to be staying late at your aupair's?"
"Not going," Dean works both hands under the grip of Chad's tight belt.
Gripping both invading hands in his, Chad says, "but I'm on duty."
"So? You're the boss. Find a replacement and let's get it on."
Chad bit a lip. Rightfully, there wasn't any of the men under him which he felt could take his place. But, there was a waiter who talked with him about leaving the catering business and entering the security business, "hmm, give me five minutes."
Why not? Dean had waited this long and upon thinking about it, decides to go see what that was about.
"I'll be back in five minutes," he mentions to Chad, already on his cell.
Fortunately for Chad, he had the waiter put his number in his phone. At the time he was thinking of more than the waiter applying for a security position!
Once inside the walled off compound, Dean had summed up, the party turning a little crazy. There seemed to be more guys in the hot tub than it could accommodate. Then, there he was. Tom, in one of the lounge chairs, totally naked. A chair made for one, two lying on their sides, facing each other. The chaise looked like it was ready to bust apart.
"So Tom, find the guy who..." interrupting his statement, Dean is stunned, "Darryl?"
First try out of the lounge chair, Darryl falls face forward onto Tom's bod, "oh hi." Second attempt, one foot on the pool apron catapults him out, "hey, long time, no see?"
Looking down, Dean could tell exactly what was up with Darryl!
"Nothing. Just trying to track down the guy I sent to move the BWM riding the bumper of my new truck." Casting an evil eye on Tom, "I guess I'll never find out."
Tom just stroked away, smiling with guilt written all over his face.
Now Darryl was in shit's creek, with Tom left in the lounge chair, easing his way out and over Dean's shoulder, as he hugs him, sees his lover come in through the back gate.
Instead of confronting each of the three, Darryl says, "hey, have either of you seen my boyfriend's Tv show?"
"Can someone give hand here?" Tom looks at Dean.
Dean obliges, saying, "some errand boy you would make!"
Standing, Tom looks around, "say, do you see any of my clothes?"
"I see you were checking out Darryl's heart rate?"
The only article of the complete 'uniform' Tom had, was the stethoscope clinging to his neck!
Bending over, Dean picks up a pair of navy blue pants, "the most important part, with your wallet?"
Then, some frat boy comes by, "hey, can I borrow that?" He doesn't wait for an answer, taking Tom's stethoscope.
Feeling his own chest, Tom says, "hey, that was my shirt he was wearing!"
"I'll have Steven buy you a new one for Christmas. C'mon, the security guy outside has the keys to Darryl's car."
Then, thinking on it the whole time, as they walk serpentining the laying out of sex orgies, Dean is scoping out the model. It's been only a couple of years since he, Darryl and Phil have gotten it on, but in the time since, have not seen either one. If it wasn't for El, his sex life would've been a drought. Then again, there's his science teacher, Mr. Gallo.
Dean's forced to forget reminiscing right now, having reached the back gate.
"Tom?"
Following Tom's buns, Dean pulls the slacks from over the medic's shoulder, "I think you should put these on?"
"Oh. Right," Tom leans on each of Dean's shoulder to fit each leg in.
He was almost ready to invite Tom to meet later with Chad, something he wasn't hesitant to do in the past, turning one plus one into three. However, he thought of Chad as something different. Not putting a finger on it, he follows Tom, still hooking up his belt.
Looking down, like he was studying his package, a lad scoots by.
"Excuse me."
He was dressed like a waiter, which had Dean guessing Chad had made the connection.
"Uh, if you don't mind, I think I'll stay for the party?"
"You don't need my permission, Tom."
Tom pats Dean's shoulder, "later then."
Sure enough, as Chad had promised, he dug up a replacement and to top it off, Dean's truck was free and clear to exit the curb.
Before anything transpires, Dean studies the bumper of his Chevy truck. Pulling briefs out of a pocket, he spits on it and shines up the silver metal.
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