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`See The Good In All Things' o7
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Alerted to the fact that the bartender hadn't shown for Steven's party and finding out quitting without notice, it made Pierre bite his lip. He already had a semi going for himself, with the aspect of making sure Sean and Dean were properly showered and manscaped for catering details. 'Then' he spots the Howelland company social butterfly walk through the back gate.
"There is a God!," he says, patting one of his speedo-clad shirtless waiters on the butt, dismissing him back to his job.
Rushing across the expansive backyard, making a beeline for the gate, Pierre exclaims, "I'm so glad you could make it, Patrick!"
Time and time again, he's reminded, "it's 'Rick', Pierre, and what do you want?"
From experience, Rick knew, whenever approached a person, there were strings attached!
A line Pierre often used in his work, "you've got to do me this one little favor, Rick."
"One little favor, Pierre? Wasn't it, the last time I was invited to one of these little parties of Steven's, it cost me 'one little favor which never got repaid'?"
"Yeah, well, then I guess I owe you two favors, don't I?"
How could Rick not love that little smile, the way the beard curved around it?
Pierre asks, "if I don't come up with a bartender, I'll wind up serving beer and wine. You know how Steven likes a good martini?"
"That I do."
Rick also knew, at any of Steven's parties, a person didn't need to worry about security. One of the prerequisites of any of Pierre's waiters, they all needed to know not only how to 'serve', but matial arts, in case. Mix drinks was given to one individual, which would pack a punch, leaving an impression with a guest, of not only Steven throwing a bash which had the finest array of men, but drinks to boot, more worthy than the finest bar could offer!
Thinking about it, Rick wondered what happened to the bartender under Pierre's employ. Even though a cute man, the catering head had a strange way of mixing business and pleasure. On his own terms, Pierre required his employees to work in a professional manner. Though, for himself, he conducted himself on his own code of honor, which could be construed as sexual harrassment, a slight spank to the butt or other act of touching.
Knowing this, Rick picked out of his brain a devious thought, a person in mind who wouldn't stand for any such treatment, even if it meant the guy joking, "I think I can think of someone."
Already, the wheels of Rick's brain were turning, his photographic memory sorting through pics of employees. It made him smile, having come up with an answer to Pierre's problem in less than a minute, "Lefti," he informs, "pitched in to help at the last company picnic and..." he smiles, says in a cunning manner, "makes a very dry martini!"
"Perfect! Oh, Patrick, I could just kiss you!"
"Yeah, well," he knew of Pierre's smooshy kisses, "why don't we save that for another time?"
More than the promised affection, Pierre says, "you'll give him a call?"
"I'll take care of it," Rick says while scanning the horizon of men. His eyes become settled on the next person coming through the gate, "awesome!"
Abandoning Pierre, down the flagstone walk, into the backyard, it made him smile. Turning his eye to that wall of flesh pass through the back gate, hairy muscle, slight gut, the sight of the 'Howelland' man set Rick to thinking, 'oh-h-yeah-h! Eyes and ears at any function, Rick felt obligated to make an appearance at Steven's party, being many Howelland employees had been invited. One in particular got his motor going.
Having 'favorites' among men of Gaston Howelland's employ, "hey Tony, how goes it? So glad you could make it!"
First time Tony Bergamo had met Patrick, he was immediately informed of calling him 'Rick'. At the time, he addressed the part time personnel manager, part time 'snoop', as 'Mr. Herley'. Now Tony could muse at the day, four years ago, in which he had met Rick. They laughed about it now, but Rick could not deny his eyes had wandered from eyes to chest, stomach and 'below'.
"I'm glad I could make it too," he returns Rick's bear hug.
In the middle of the hug, Rick's cell phone jingles.
"You better get that," Tony knew, about Rick's obcession, to answer calls, which when a certain code came up, 'GH', he better get on it quick.
After a glance, sure enough, Rick felt he had better respond, "uh, look honey, I have to take this. Why don't you go mingle by the bar?"
First thing to strike Tony, was the use of one of a certain number of terms agreed to ban publicly, "honey? Really, Ricky?" It made Tony smile, thinking it was Ricky who set the bar on rules, knowing the personel guy at the company broke the one 'cardinal rule', dating an employee. Tony dismissed it though, because he knew how Ricky could get stressed out and how he himself could iron out that stress!
From being at one of these parties, Tony knew clothing was optional, naked being the norm. First time at one of Steven's parties, he was conscious of his big, hairy pecs, a little flabby, but when some guys tried to suckle on them, Tony didn't think of it as something out of the ordinary. On the contrary, it was the fastest way to get him hard!
"Mingle at the bar?" Tony reiterated Rick's directive. Looking to the right and left, it left him griping, about the bar being wheeled around, always in a different place. However, his griping ceased with exclaiming, "damn!"
In the middle of the bar-search, Tony spots a hot man, not which the backyard wasn't overflowing with skin. Having worked for the Howelland company, Tony had been to nearly every party at Steven's pad, which had him guessing, "you're new here, right?"
The cabana boy spoke it quick, because no one ever got it the first time, "Aakesh-battacharyya at your service," he then waits, like it's an inside joke.
Observant, "hm," Tony thinks on it, "okay if I just call you Kesh?"
From crossing arms under his dark-haired pecs, the cocoa-skinned dude drops both, exclaiming, "you're amazing! That's the first time anyone could even pick something out of all that!"
"Really?"
More fascinating than his name, "may I take your clothes?"
Did Tony have a choice?
Kesh's hands went right to it, unbuttoning the tieless dress shirt.
"Mm-m, I like you already!"
When Kesh opens it for the full view, "oh my, what a dish you are, Tony!"
First time Tony's heard a muscle man describe his bulky bod, "you're kidding, right?"
"I kid you not, Tony!"
'Cute', Tony calls it.
Having motioned for Tony to turn around, Kesh gets a better view, "mm-m, I hope you didn't come with anyone?"
For the past four years, since being hired, Tony has been 'dating' Rick, which in the last few months, has turned into a more relaxed affair, "I did, but we don't mind sharing."
"Oh my," Kesh takes a step back.
At first Tony was shy, but now he entices, "I especially have sensitive pecs. How about yours?"
Not that he's never been touched there, Kesh planes hands over his own hairy pecs, "I suppose they are, but maybe need to be tested?"
One of his own hotspots, Tony has coerced Rick into making his nips a steady 'licky' place, "testing, eh?" If Kesh was up for it, so was he, "sure. I can into it."
Mild-mannered, no one would guess the kinky stuff Rick could get into. Probably would have remained a closet case when it came to playing with nips, navel, ass, into peeing on a dude, if it hadn't been for Tony paving the way. Tony himself, having been bullied, learned from his experiences. Rather than condemn, he's looked for the good in all that consumed his teenaged years. While in business school, Tony found a use for all that stuff done to him. Inventive, one time Tony, on a first time date, with a guy, found him up for almost anything. Next morning, they awoke to Tony hugging the dude, still tied to the bed! Untying him, they exited the bedroom, entering the kitchen for a breakfast bite to eat. Spotting the utensil bucket, Tony got a wicked idea. Using two wire mini-whisks, Tony spun them like a top over the guy's massive poundcaked pecs. Older than Tony, the dude liked it that a younger man was telling him what to do. First time for Tony's date, he loved the ideas Tony improvised upon, using household items as tools of the trade. From then on, Tony travels with a little bag, gathering household implements of pleasure.
It's why he says to Kesh, "if you want, I have some stuff in the car?"
"Stuff?"
Sometimes 'stuff' could scare a guy away, instead of invite, so Tony had to be careful of how he presents himself. Using the most common, "rope and other stuff, if you get what I mean?"
"I do, I do," Kesh takes Tony by the arm, leading him off to a place more seclusive, where conversation does not carry. "Tell me, what else do you have in the car?"
Right about to name the inventory in his little black bag, Tony sees Rick, "there's my guy."
"Where?" Kesh follows Tony, walking the length of the pool. He was a little consumed with conscience, of having worked up a semi-hard shaft, so cupped a hand over it.
Already with the hots for Tony, Kesh asks, "your boyfriend, he's okay with what you have in the car?"
Tony's eyes drift downward to Kesh's waist, "I think Rick can get into it."
Somehow, even two cupped hands weren't enough to hide Kesh's feelings at the moment. His big, hard shaft was more than enough to fill Kesh's hand, extending over the plate of fingers by a couple of inches.
Of himself, compared to Kesh, Tony says, "you haven't seen what I'm packin', but trust me, you win!"
He laughed, which made Kesh laugh, "well, I think we should do something about that."
It made Tony stop dead in his tracks, "oh?"
Kesh had a funny way of stripping a dude out of his pants. First he inserted all five digits below Tony's belt and after fishing, "mm-mm, Tony," he smiles.
Tony was honest, "usually they say fat guys have small dicks, but I think I've proved that theory wrong!" Tony tee-hee'd his laughter.
It gives Kesh ammunition to probe further, "is that what Rick says?"
"What Rick says?" Tony questions. "Naw, what I want, usually goes, but I'm fair about it. In a relationship, we have to be fair. No fun in stirring up anger in each of us."
Kesh was following Tony's words, but was more interested in the surprise package, "sounds right."
It made Tony smile. He wondered if Kesh got everything or nothing of what he said. Still, stripping his pants and briefs, he loved every moment of it, Kesh's fingers always touching either his cock or balls.
After pocketing his phone, Rick looks across the backyard. In the nick of time, his eyes view the cabana boy fidgeting with his boyfriend's briefs. He waits. Like a porn scene unfolding before his eyes, he watches as the naked cabana boy stoops down, taking Tony's briefs with him. Then, a reaction that comes without asking, Tony places hands on shoulders, balancing himself as he steps out of each openng. It was kind of comical, without hands, the attendee opening his mouth and fishing for his boyfriend's cock, while hands are busy.
At the grill, Rick didn't mean it, but says it like he does, "now that's just wrong."
They all wondered what Rick meant, him hurrying away like that, but soon were enveloped in their own conversation, a pack of naked guys, assembled around the hot grill.
Hustling over, it was right before Kesh strips Tony's briefs, he's on the rebound, a power jack under his ass, springing up. In propelling himself, he meets Rick face to face, "hey, boyfriend."
He knew he didn't have to, but for Kesh's benefit, Tony pleads, "I can explain."
Like he could be pissed, Rick says, "another alibi, Tony?"
Before either of the boyfriends could make the facts known, Kesh jumps into the middle of the conversation, "Hi. I'm Kesh. Your boyfriend, he didn't do anything wrong. It was me who came onto him."
Tony breaks the scene, "this is Kesh. He's helping me get comfortable."
Kesh bites a lip, like he's waiting to see if Tony's boyfriend is okay with everything.
Rick responds, "looks like he's done a good job." Then, facing Kesh, "good job."
"Really? You're not mad at Tony?"
"Nah. Not the first time, won't be the last. But what I am a little disturbed at?"
"Huh?" Kesh questions.
"If you're going to give me the same treatment!"
Between entering the back gate, moving around to the grill, talking with Pierre and saying hello, Rick's jacket had been removed, tie loosened, shirt unbuttoned a couple of eyelets, spreading it open for anyone to view his dark ginger pecs.
"Of course, boss. I'm right on it!"
'Boss?' Rick thought, looking at Tony.
After receiving the rounded lips, enunciating the word, Tony says, "I wonder where he got that from?"
Being Tony was the one who introduced all this bondage, discipline, sado-maso stuff to him, Rick has slowly grabbed the concept of each one, Rick confidently says, "yeah. I wonder."
Kesh was hustling to strip Rick, the 35-year old, having most of his lifetime devoted to sexually pleasuring, plays the 'boss' like a fiddle. Slowly stripping Rick down to nothingness, backs, well as palms of both hands begin the feel-good process.
When he comes to Rick's briefs, Kesh's mouth pops open in wonderment, "oh look...you're so big!"
Tony, who's watching the proceedings like a porn video, says, "he's not the only one."
Having the situation under control, Kesh takes Rick's hip in his left hand, Tony's hip in his right and merge both torsos, "mm-mm, two for one!"
Rick and Tony look to each other, when Kesh suddenly takes command of their balls. Using the set on his right, Kesh moves Tony closer to Rick. Rick's balls in his other hand, barely able to hold on, guides the ginger pubes towards Tony.
"Collision course," Tony jokes.
Wasn't any joking around though, when their cocks clash, Kesh opening wide and engulfing both at once!
"Oh wow!"
Neither of the trio knew they were being watched, Marco leaning over both Tony and Rick's joined shoulders, staring down the chasm of their bods.
Not only feeling good, having their shafts lined up next to each other, but the ability of Kesh to get his mouth around both, it stunned both men.
Not wanting any competition, Rick says, "don't you have something better to do, Marco?"
They didn't see the cups in Marco's hands, which prompts him to say, "on my way to the bar."
Tony, in the middle of gasping, didn't have the thinking process for anything but feeling Rick rub against him and the wetness of Kesh's mouth, "then get lost!"
Half-seriously, Marco says, "well! If that's the way you want to be, I'll go find my own good time!"
Turning right around, the cups get squished between his and Tom's bods, "oh, it's you!"
"I was getting thirsty, so thought I should come find you."
"Ah," Marco says, "I kind of got distracted."
Marco swung his head to the side, pointing out what Tom had already knew.
A romantic at heart, Tom didn't care about instant fantasies, "why don't we go compose some of our own music?"
"Sure. I can get into that," though Marco wasn't sure, leaving such a hot scene. Even as Tom led him away by the hand, he could hear the grunts and moans from all three participants!
No more than a few steps, like a plane on a course for a crash landing, Jon-Jon shoots right out in front of them, taking a side-dive into the the pool, "sorry guys!"
Apparently he had involved himself, while flirting, into cleaning the pool and got a foot tangled up in the hose.
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