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"WTF?" 12 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Back to the table, an agenda on his mind, Brad's first reaction to an empty chair is, "Where's Theo? He had to take a..." Brad, sitting, looked around and reminded by Theo's cautionary words, amended his thoughts, providing something milder, "leak?"
On Thomas' mind, "Didn't you just come from there?"
"Oh yeah," he replies and quick to the chase, "didn't see him."
"He said he had a late night," then glancing at the watch under his black jacketed wrist, "morning, engagement. He said not to wait up for him."
Fine by Brad, because what he had in store could or could not include Theo's presence, "Fine. Then we'll have the whole place to ourselves."
"`We'?" Thomas utters.
Already having it in the bag, Brad says, "Eh, I think you've probably had enough of this place. Hey," he glances around, "we're almost the only two peops left in the place. Interested in desert?"
Thomas was interested more in Brad, "Nope!" Crazy, he knew, even though he was a `guest' for the evening, his cleanup duties, getting ready for next day business, should have been his priority, but instead he took Brad's lead and ran away with it.
Out in the parking lot, even though there wasn't any tag for the car he and Theo came in, an attendant was prompt at delivering it curbside, right in front of the two.
"Ahem!" Thomas coughs out as the attendant lingers.
"Hey! Thanks man!" Brad shakes his hand, because he thought it the way things go.
Rubbing the back of his hand over his lips, Thomas murmurs, "Ti-i-ip?"
Earlier, Theo had stuffed the wad of credit cards in his pocket. It's the only thing Brad could think of, even if it meant running back inside and generating some cash off of it. "I'll be right back!" He started to run inside, however as he pulled the cards out of his pocket, a piece of paper fell out. He laughed, picking it up. In seconds he had ironed out the one hundred dollar bill and handed it over to the driver.
"You're a generous tipper, Brad."
"Yeah thanks... um, you up for driving?"
Looking over the Ferrari, Thomas replies, "I don't think my insurance covers a thirty-six thousand dollar car!"
The car doors already propped open, Thomas dove into the passenger side, leaving only one option for Brad.
Laughing, Brad says, "I don't think I even have any insurance!"
They sped out of the parking lot.
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Next morning, late morning, late-late morning, more a few minutes before noon, Thomas moved, which caused Brad to stir. A very strange thing occurred, his immediately reaction, not to Thomas parked in the pocket of his arm, a single arm stretched over his abdomen, but that of his longtime, childhood friend. He smiled, wondering if Jase was having it this good.
Then, in a frenzy, Brad got the insatiable desire to speak with him. Not touched in the past few days, it was simple to jump out of bed and seek out his cell.
In a blurred tone, Thomas says out of the corner of his mouth, "Where ya goin'..." his voice trailing off as he floats back to dreamland.
Brad was tempted, as Thomas turned over, to take another shot at those lily-white mounds. He even found his cock wanting to revisit the tight ass, tight fuck from last night, rather earlier this morning after they made it to the bedroom, stripped rather quickly while still kissing and before long, Thomas' talented tongue making Brad as hard as a rock, everything coming together, Brad pounding away at Thomas, faced down on the bed.
Shocked out of his reverie, was the line connecting, after dialing up Jase's cell number. He would have to wait, leaving a message.
Climbing back into bed he gave Thomas `nasty' start, slapping his white ass, leaving an instant red mark.
"Owch!" Thomas replied in a sharp fashion, then back to sleepily, "What did you do that for?"
Sliding his feet under the sheet to meet up with Thomas', Brad replies, "It was too good to pass up!"
He expected rebuttal, in the form of a warning, especially after Brad had filled Thomas in on the goings on around the mansion, it being hinted, Thomas not into any of this bdsm-shit, but was surprised by Thomas meekly saying, "I guess it depends on who the `giver' is." It was accompanied by a smile.
"That only for your bad-ass," said because fucking Thomas was pure heaven, a fuckers dream, to have such a tight hole to force a big cock into, the tight ring massaging the sides all the way in, till Brad could feel his balls knock against Thomas' two `golf balls', "or anything in general?" he finishes off his sentence massaging Thomas' orbs, which felt like they running on empty.
"I don't know," Thomas replies, shrugging his shoulders, but still offering up a tightlipped smile.
Stopping the massaging action, Brad says, "Want some breakfast?"
"How about lunch?"
Rolling over onto his back, Brad gets the same view, the clock sitting on the night table, "Daymn! If we don't get moving the stores'll be closed before we get to all of them!"
However, Thomas was more hungry, hungry for Brad! Right where he wanted him, like throwing his leg over a bronc, Thomas heaves his leg over Brad's middle, the parting of his legs pinning him to the bed.
"I thought you were hungry?" Brad asks.
"I am." Then, with very descriptive speech, Thomas leans over, takes a tongue-swipe over Brad's right pec, saying, "For this luscious, delicious," he licks over the nub, "hairy nip!"
Brad pipes up with, "I'm smooth!"
"No," Thomas replies, getting his dibs in, "you've got lots of little ones all around it."
Pulling on his own pec, Brad says, "Really?"
"Your own nips and you don't know, Brad? Come on!"
"I didn't. Really! I swear!" he exclaimed, now pawing both pecs, examining.
"I guess you're not into this," Thomas swings his other leg over, both feet landing on the floor, next to the bed.
"No, no... I mean yes... I mean yeah," Brad pleads, grabbing Thomas at the wrist.
Needing little persuasion, Thomas surrenders, this time making an about face and falling, chest first, in collision.
"Umphff!"
Smiling, Thomas held his pose, staring into Brad's eyes.
"What?" Brad says, a quizzical look on his face.
He didn't know how to put it, but referring to Brad's explanations about all this bdsm, top and bottom stuff, he says, "I want you to own me."
Shaking the inside of his ear with his index finger, Brad asks, "You want to say that again?"
"Tonight I want you to make me your sex slave!" He smiled a toothy smile.
Recalling much earlier this morning, Brad says, "Um, like I didn't give you much of a choice before?"
"Really?" Differing, Thomas asks, "Is being forced, you asking if it was alright to fuck me?"
"Oh yeah," Brad says solemnly.
With new adventure in sight, Thomas says, "Can we do some of that bondage stuff? You know, me on my knees with my wrists tied behind my back and you can make me suck your cock?"
Being sarcastic, Brad says, "Oh! You mean like how I had to make you suck me last night?"
"Morning," Thomas corrects the timeline.
"Whatever. I don't think I can make you do any better, the way your tongue was like massaging every side, every inch of my hard shaft?"
"Guess what?"
"What?" Brad asks.
"You're hard."
"Of course I'm hard! How could I not be, thinking about you sucking up to me and..."
He didn't have to finish, Thomas pushing on his pecs, the counterbalance used to heft his bod lower on the bed till his stomach, then chest slid over Brad's pubes.
"Oh man..." Brad sighed, actually feeling Thomas' bushy treasure trail nip at the head of his cock.
"You like that, do you?" Thomas guessed.
Now whom was the master here? Thomas sat up straight and taking Brad's 9.5c in his hand purposefully rubbed the head, the slit over and over, up and down, over his hairy trail.
"Wanna see something weird?" Thomas said, thinking of doing something really kinky.
"No. Just keep doing that."
A mind and will of his own, Thomas just giggles, taking Brad's cock, feeling harder and harder by the second, places the head, slit, right into his deep bellyhole.
Brad's famous words, "What tha fuck?" he exclaims, sitting up on the haunches of his elbows.
Comically complaining, Thomas says, "Well the `daymn' thing is so fuckin' fat I can't fit it hardly in!"
Smirking at first, Brad replies, "Now `why' would somebody want to stuff a guy's cock in a guy's navel?"
Innocently, Thomas replies, "Because it feels good?"
With evil thoughts, Brad figured it was now or never, tipping Thomas right off him, keeling over onto the bed, him saying, "I'll show ya what feels good!"
"Cool!" Thomas replies, all along thinking `this' is how it must feel to be overpowered, taken advantage of, being dominated and he was excited by the prospect of it. "What are you doing?"
It was the first time for Brad too, but he was entertained by the thought, fucking a guy's bellyhole! "Getting my jollies, so just shut up, grin and bear it," and into the role, "boy!"
"Cool!" Thomas once again administered his joy of being belittled.
"Won't fit!" Brad said of trying to even force the tip of his cock into the indentation of Thomas' abs.
"I told you!"
As he's heard some of the dungeon dudes remark, reprimand, Brad says, "What'd you say boy?"
Changing logistics, Thomas replies, "I love you?"
"You love me?"
Thinking of the sweetest thing he could say, Thomas says, "I like how I can treat you and I love how you treat me."
"Wow! That's deep!"
Whatever, it made the two forget about how deep and wide Thomas bellyhole is and because they turned to oral lovemaking, their mashed pubes helped to turn up the heat!
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Nice friends, Jase remarked to Adam, as they pull away from the motel.
Because there were four now riding, Philip hung back with Steve, while Jase doubled up with Adam.
Adam replies, "I think Steve and Philip were sadder than us to leave the motel!"
Giggling, Jase says, "I thought for sure they were going to bring the whole building down on top of us!"
They had thought about it before, while still in bed, but still curiosity lingered, Adam saying, "I wonder who was doing who?"
What piqued both their interests, Jase replies, "I can't understand how Philip, a `man of the cloth', can do stuff like that... you know, a foursome?"
"He's just as human as the next guy!"
"Yeah. Right," Jase accepts it.
Jase was also very accepting of the fact, spat out by Adam, "I had a really good time last night."
Waiting for Jase's reaction, he got back at him, "Me too."
"I know you were kind of skeptical over the idea of the apartment?"
Knowing he was, Jase a little disturbed over Adam beating around the bush, not admitting he had a boyfriend and the circumstances over the lodgings, he had already put it behind him, joking "Where else am I going to get a tight ass to fuck?"
With reserve, Adam says, "Oh, New York City has a million of them!"
"And how would you know a fact like that?" Jase asks, of course with light humor backing him up.
"Oops!" Adam places a hand over his mouth!
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Another go `round, because Thomas had made him very, very hard and very, very rowdy and ripe, Brad was the one this time sliding his bod down south. Frolicking, he attempted to press the tip of his shaft into Thomas' deep bellyhole, but again with no fucking effect. However he was too intent on fucking so bad he skipped right over, first handling Thomas, "Looks like I'm not the only one nice'n'ripe?"
"Will ya just get on with it?"
Getting on with it, Brad proceeded to lift legs and with precision and he was quite precise when stabbing a man's ass with his sword, found the rabbit-hole and sunk fast and furiously!
Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee
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