The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Sexual safety matters. This is fiction. Use protection in real life. `Got condom?'
"The Tidelight Zone" 09 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Do you hear what Kino say, Sean?"
"Um, no. I wasn't really paying attention, Mehmet. What's up, Kino?"
As they sat there, stabbing the little swords into their shrimp cocktail, Kino unfolds the mystery surrounding the jarheads.
"I was telling Mehmet that Joaquin and Philippe purposefully meet up with young men like you two, to draw them into their web."
"Into their web?"
Mario replies, "I know what he means. They almost suckered me into their games."
"Games?" Sean lets Mario draw his attention.
"Did you tell them about your experience, Kino?"
"Kino tell me," Mehmet lets on.
"Well, his is tame compared to what they did to me!" Mario begins the tale.
"Did to you? You mean like that bdsm stuff?"
"Ah-huh."
"Wow! Kip Scholten was right!" Sean belts out.
"Kip, eh? Another hot sex pistol!" Mario replies.
"You know Kip?"
"Yeah. I don't know it first hand, but I hear, like Skip, Kip can really drill hard with his tool. Too bad he's so reserved."
"Doesn't do every Tom, Dick and Mario, eh?"
Mario smiled, nudging Sean. He was really getting to like him.
"So, what's with the party?"
"Oh, almost forgot, but hell, I'll never forget that night."
Kino tells it, "Fortunately for Mario, like me, he got there when the party had been on rewind for a couple of hours."
"Yeah, what we heard," Mario continues, "if you get there at the beginning of the party, you're suckered-boxed into it and have to stay the duration, which can get kind of intense."
"Intense?"
Even though he wasn't into bdsm, Sean's churning in his pants wanted to at least hear the sexual details, forming in his mind the picture of guys without a stitch of clothing on.
"When I got there I knew right away it wasn't an ordinary party."
"How could you tell?" Sean questions Mario.
"First, I couldn't tell the difference between a regular party. Not until Philippe took me into the other room. Oh, he, like me started stripping down. In fact, he told me we had to at least strip off our shirts, before leaving the foyer. I mean, I should have taken the hint right away, the foyer having a jumble of shirts, pants, briefs, sock and shoes all over the place."
"Hot!" Sean commented.
"So I thought, too. Anyway, the first thing I see, as I enter the next room, is this guy, stripped naked, his arms above his head, hanging there from the skylight."
"'That' skylight?" Sean says, picturing in his mind the one he saw above the penthouse ceiling.
"Right. You didn't notice the hooks embedded in the square molding?"
"Never took notice."
"Well, they are there, believe me."
"Um, for what purpose was the guy hanging there by his arms, dare I ask?"
Sean didn't know why he dared Mario to make mention of it, since the picture in his mind of a naked guy, was enough to make his cock twitch.
"Um, if you guys don't mind, I think Mehmet needs some air. We're going to take a little walk outside."
Sean okayed it, wanting Mario to immediately get back to the party action.
"So?"
"Oh yeah, so this really hot guy is..."
"How hot?"
"Our age. Wait! How old are you Sean?"
"Nineteen. You?"
"Eighteen. Almost nineteen."
"When?"
"Another three months."
"Cool! We're both almost the same age. I just turned nineteen."
A short lull brought them back to the orignal subject matter.
"So, this hot guy is hanging there by his arms, legs spread and his firm cock is snagged with one of those silver rings..."
"Made to keep it rigid..."
"You know about them? Ever use one?"
"Haven't had the need. So, how big, Mario?"
"What? How big does my cock get?"
"No, doofus. The guy hanging by his arms!"
Yet, it did tickle Sean's thoughts to know `that' answer, too.
" Oh! Yeah, that guys. I dunno. I'm not a good judge of things like that, but he had to be at least what I am."
"And how big would that be, Mario?"
"Hmm... I wanted to surprise you on Saturday."
"Not five inches?"
"Hell no! I have at least seven and half inches of cut meat, mind you!"
Sean burst out laughing.
"Well, can you do any better, Sean?"
"No, sorry. I'm not laughing at the size. It's the way you said it."
"Oh. Okay. So, how big are you anyway, so I know what I have to look forward to?"
"Oh don't you worry. I'm going to be splitting your ass wide open, Mario!"
"Yikes!"
That created another spell of laughter.
Putting his hand on Mario's shoulder, Sean assured him, "But don't worry. I like to get the full benefits of a hard fuck and work it in nice and slowly."
The two hadn't realized it, but Skip had brought Mario's drink and hovered right above their conversation.
"Oh, my drink. Cool. Um, Skip, this here is Sean. I didn't get the last name."
"Nash. Sean Nash and it's nice to meet you."
"Same here," the young waiter replied.
For a guy with glasses, Sean thought he looked dashing.
Skip started to walk away, but stepped back, interrupting, "By the way, Sean, you've love the tight fuck!"
Mario swatted Skip's ass, saying, "Get outta here!"
"So, what about the guy hanging?" Sean quizzed Mario for the umpteenth time.
"Not much other than they used him for guys to give blow jobs to."
"That's it?"
"Other than the weights they had tied to his nips'n'balls!"
Mario knew he'd get a reaction from Sean. It seemed so comical, he couldn't help but crack up.
"I betcha the guy with the weighted balls wasn't laughing!"
"No, but a long, sinewy strand of cock juice slithering out of his piss slit had to communicate something of his feelings!"
"He was liking it?"
"Yeah, but the guy in the next room is what got me on the run."
"Oh?"
"A buttplug, this wide," Mario made a round circle with both hands, "was being stuffed in the guys ass."
"Shit! A guy can take that bigga one?" Sean inquired, moving his own ass, as if getting a wedgie.
"That was a medium one."
"So, you hightailed it out of there?"
"Almost. Philippe saw I was getting squeamish. He asked Joaquin if he had an extra set of bracelets for me. When Joaquin tossed a pair of leather cuffs to Philippe, that's when I hit the doorway."
"Unbelievable!"
"Yeah, what's unbelievable is that guys that go to these parties, come back for more abuse!"
"You don't say?"
Mario giggled, after swinging around and peering at Sean's lap.
"It got you going, didn't it?"
"And you're soft?"
"Fresh!" Mario called it when Sean's hand found his growing tent.
"So, it turned you on, did it?"
"Hey, I'm the one that witnessed guys hands all over this one guy, while they tried forcing this buttplug up his ass."
"Well," Sean sighed, his hand going over Mario's, "I'm glad you got out of there."
"Me too," Mario said, smiling back at Sean.
Quickly, they leaned into each other, as if doing it naturally for years and exchanged tongues.
"Having fun?"
Their impromtu interlude ceased abruptly, as Kino stepped towards them.
"Where's Mehmet?"
"Men's room. So, I see you two are getting along... or should I say, getting it on?"
Mario suggests, "And you and Mehmet?"
"You two sure were gone long enough," Sean added.
"Strictly friends. Oh by the way, Sean, who is this guy Steve?"
"Steve? Hmm..."
"Hey, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend?" Mario suddenly took on mixed feelings for Sean.
"Not `my' boyfriend, but hell, what a hot guy."
"Oh. Okay. So he's Mehmet's guy?"
"Yes. No. I mean, he was Mehmet's. But it's not like..." Sean almost delved into a subject he would not want Mario to think on.
"Keeping things from me already?" Mario saw right through Sean.
"Hee hee... well, you see..."
Fortunately Mehmet showed.
"They have a nice man to give me a towel to wipe my hands!"
"That's nice," Mario said, then turning to Sean, "So what of this Steve guy?"
"My Steve?" Mehmet asks.
"Yeah," Mario then thinks, `if I can't get it out of Sean, why not the alternate route?'
"Bad thing happen to Sean. Steve help him."
"Oh really?" Mario replies, now in an apologetic mood, after thinking something different happening between Sean and Steve.
"Sean get beat up and Steve help him."
"Hey, I'm really sorry there, Sean."
"It's okay. I'm healed."
But when Sean lifted the tee shirt, showing the bruises around his abs all healed, Mario, who had almost finished his Fucking Willy Shooter, felt like shooting his willy!
"Oh man. I don't know if I can wait til Saturday."
Sean wasn't exactly totally sober, either, letting Mario feel up his six pack, letting his finger meander near his navel, brushing the brown treasure trail.
"Oh shit!" Mario says, looking down in his lap, at the boner he's popped.
Sean laughs his ass off, saying, "You ain't the only one!"
"Tell ya, Mehmet, you can't take these two anywhere!"
"I think it the Fuckink Wooly Nilly."
"And you're not much better," Kino says, prying Mehmet's hand from the rounded glass. "One question?"
"Yeah?" the three question Kino's asking.
"Are you, Mehmet and Sean, planning on returning to Joaquin's and Philippe's penthouse?"
"No way!" Sean says out loudly. "I'm not going back to get my bod strung up and somebody's table leg shoved up my ass!"
It's fortunate that they had been the sole patrons in the restaurant. Kino figured the same for Mehmet.
"Good, then we might as well rev up the plastic!"
Taking out a card, he said, "Be right back."
Coming back, Kino had stacked styrofoam containers.
"Well, I've got our picnic, courtesy of Joaquin and Philippe. Shall we get on our way?"
Mehmet and Sean didn't want anything else to do with food. Mario added he'd like to rest in the car, taking the scenic route. Entering the limo, all four had been sweating bullets, what with the effects the weather had on them, plus the potent drinks.
"Oh man... this shirt is sticking to my skin... give hands, Mario?"
There's nothing Mario enjoyed more than helping Sean peel the sweat-soaked shirt off and over his head. Mehmet sat in front with Kino, so the two had the back of the limo all to themselves.
"Ooooh hot! Very hot!" Sean commented.
With Sean unbuttoning Mario's shirt, he gazed upon the magnificent bod.
"Ooooh I love a hairy chest!"
Mario was in seventh heaven, before the shirt came off, as Sean opened it wide and began licking away at the hairy nineteen year olds chest. As his tongue worked over Mario's nips, Sean had busied his hands with Mario's belt.
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the bottom!"
Right now neither paid attention to roles, nor names, as Mario lay sprawled out on the wide back seat. With only the one sofa-like seat, two chairs flanking the sides of the lux vehicle, gave plenty of leg room to stretch out. Both took advantage of it.
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8 Continued....
Copyright 2006 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission.
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