You know the drill: The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
"WTF?" 04
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"What is this place? It looks like a temple!"
"It's called Japanese architecture, for your information," Olav says, ringing the bell, while he and Brad wait.
Upon opening the door, right away Brad's impression is this Master Denji is a `big' fellow, but soon discovers this is his servant, Kenji. As Kenji invites them in, Brad says in a whisper, "What are they feeding him back home?"
Olav shushes him, telling him to mind his manners.
Giggling, Brad says, "Sure, except I ain't got none!"
Shown to what Kenji calls `the drawing room', they are told to wait.
"Don't touch anything," Olav warns him.
"Why? I think I saw the same thing in Target last week," Brad says of a vase.
After retrieving it from Brad's grasp and setting it down, Olav tells him, "It's a `Ming' and unless you've got half a million dollars to reimburse Master Denji, then I would keep my hands off?"
"Half a mil, huh?" Brad replies, taking a gulp, "I'd doubt I'd see that much in a lifetime!"
"On the contrary. You could see that much and more!"
Olav, whom had sat, rose to greet Master Denji.
Brad stood where he was, but offered, "Oh really? And how would I go about doing that?"
Walking right past Olav, his hand gestured for him to sit, but his real target was the light brown-haired eighteen year old, whom he thought looked older, "I am very pleased to make your aquaintance Brad Coleman."
"Hey, good to meet you, Denji!" Brad replies, his like digging into the extension of Master Denji's arm. Looking around the room in a circle, Brad says, "Y'know I really like what you've done with the place.. and that vase... Ming, isn't it?"
"That it is," Denji replies, adding a quaint smile.
"Oh man it's like so awesome!"
Olav rolls his eyes!
Master Denji knew a snow job when he was getting one, but somehow the warm feeling he was getting, still holding onto Brad's hand, made him tingle all over.
"Uh, can I like have my hand back now?" "Oh, a thousand pardons!"
Sitting on the sofa, Olav was taking this all in. Several times his heart seemed to leap into his throat and choke him, a result of the way Brad acted. The icing was on the cake was about to come.
"Hey, you got anything to eat around here?"
"You ate at my place, no?" Olav questioned.
Brad laughs, pointing his thumb at Olav as he delivers, "Doesn't he know teenagers are always hungry?"
Olav settled down though when Master Denji took Brad under his wing. He wasn't tall enough for Brad's six-foot frame to put his arm around his shoulders, so he took his arm and escorted him out of the room. Olav went to follow, but was `dismissed'.
Brad says, "See ya later Ollie and thanks for the lift!"
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Jase doesn't know why he bothered to shower, because he was sweating bullets from the time he got in his dad's car, to the moment when it was his turn to expose himself as a gay man and repent of his great sin in the face of the parishioners, some of whom were at the party, and God. He wasn't the only one, others there for minor infractions like getting a speeding ticket or some kid for kicking the cat down the stairs, which everyone thought was so cute for a seven year old boy!
Now, moving on to the eighteen year old boy, Jase stood from the `evil-doers' pew. He was glad he had a tie on, so he had something to nervously fidget with. First he put his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. Then, as he looked at the three or four hundred people, it seeming like a thousand, something clicked inside and everything he had planned on saying went out the window!
"What I want to say is.... I believe in God and I think God believes in me."
So far that pleased everyone.
For the remaining, Jase spoke into the microphone, but kept his eyes to the lectern, saying, "Most people in this room will say this is blasphemy, when I say I am a gay man and enjoy what a gay man likes."
There was some talk, but for the most part people probably figured Jase was bringing this to a point, one in which would be in their favor.
"Quiet," the reverend ducked in. "Give the boy a chance."
It didn't go without thinking, it was nice of Reverend Theroux to do that, but carrying on, "God made me who I am and dammit, I'm not going to say I want to be somebody who I'm not!"
Almost a riot broke out, people standing up, shouting, praying for Jase and as he looked up, all he could see is his father trying to get up the aisle, moving towards the front of the church.
He couldn't believe it when Rev. Theroux says to him, "Oh shit! We better get you out of here!"
As he would recall later, he must've been in shock, Reverend Theroux pulling on his suit jacket and hauling him to the rear of the church. He was really whacked out of his gourd when Theroux wished him good luck and kissed him right on the lips before kicking him out the back door!
Standing out in the parking lot, more stunned over what happened, Jase stood there with his hand on mouth, still tasting the reverend's kiss.
Then the back door of the church opened, Jase ready to bolt, but it being the reverend again, saying, "Here! You're gonna need this!"
With the door closed, Jase went over to pick up the bag Reverend Theroux tossed out into the parking lot. Hearing some voices, he scooped it up and headed out of the lot. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, reaching into the bag and fondling one hundred and fifty dollar bills, among others. It got him to thinking, the reverend guessed what Brad had already hinted, `I might get thrown out?' Passing the bank Jase went to the ATM and withdrew three hundred and fifty dollars, the limit..
He walked. They drove. Arriving home he checked the garage, but the folks hadn't gotten home yet. He ran for the house, his room and stashed as much as he could into a backpack and gymbag.
"Oh shit!" Jase said, hearing the car pull up.
Making sure the bag from Reverend Theroux was among his belongings, Jase took the `elevator', first tossing the bags out of the second floor window and then the route he hadn't taken in a couple of years, the cherry tree outside the jon window. Running around the corner, he grabbed his belongings and sneaked down the driveway, constantly looking back. So vigilant of him not wanting to be followed, he didn't notice the late model mustang, parked at the end of the driveway.
Stepping out of the driver's side, hailed for him to put on a hustle, was Reverend Theroux!
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"Will there be anything else?"
"Nope, thanks," Brad held his stomach, "except..."
"Yes?" Denji asks.
"There's gotta be a reason why you're being so nice to me, so why don't we get right on to it?" Brad proposes.
"Shall we retire to the other room?"
Not sure what he was saying, Brad asks, "Are you retired?"
By now Kenji had shown up, dismissed earlier because both he and Denji had sensed Brad would not be the object of harm. On his employer's behalf, Kenji states, "Master Denji has not a need for employment."
"Cool!" Brad exclaims. "You don't work and you can afford to live like..." At the double-doors to the next room, he's floored, looking upon all the modern decor. "Like oh-my-God!" Walking right in, "I like never saw a swimming pool in a house before!"
Turning around, Brad caught Master Denji taking off his shirt.
"Hey! Can we try it out?"
It was Denji's plan before they even got there, a tactic to see Brad in the buff without having to ask. Right after Kenji sorted Master Denji's clothes onto one arm, he was picking up Brad's shirt, pants, briefs and other pieces from the floor.
Too, as Brad stripped he looked towards Denji for a lead on how far to go and soon they were both in the buff, headed into the lotus-shaped pool.
"Oh man what luck! It's heated too?" Brad replies after walking in, doing a belly-flop in the water, unsure of the diving depth. After a few strokes, because the pool wasn't that big, Brad returns to where Denji is lounging at the edge. With intent for information, Brad first compliments, then inquires, "Y'know you're in good shape for... how old are you?"
"First, I thank you for the compliment and secondly, I am thirty-two years old. And I must say you splendid."
Playing tricks on Denji, Brad rises up out of the water to where it rises just below his knees and as the water rushes down his bod he plays, "Really? Are you sure I'm okay looking?"
Kenji was getting a kick out of it, Brad standing there, his wet pubes almost in Master Denji's face!
"Kenji!" Master Denji arrogantly called attention to his servant.
Cooling it on the laughter, Kenji delivers a more respectful response, even smoothing down the front of his buttoned jacket, "Yes Master Denji, sir?"
Seeing no threat to his personal being, the `master' replies, "I have no further need at this moment?"
He knew, like Kenji knew, looking upon the two of them in the pool, naked, especially with Brad only knee deep, provided food for his nads.
"Are you sure, sir?" Kenji replies, in a tone which would suggest his guest being a possible danger.
Leave it to Brad, outspoken, saying, "Denji's like trying to be nice and not tell you out Kenji. If your balls are boiling for release, go jerk off to some porn, instead of using him and me for the subject of the adrenaline rush between your legs?"
Adrenaline rush, there couldn't have been more of a build up right now, Master Denji feeling it, but more, loving it how this eighteen year old was telling off his personal servant, nine years older.
"As you wish, Master Denji."
Brad saw it, wondered, what was just communicated between the two. Stalked with curiosity, he says, "What was that about?"
Both knew they had been had, the person of authority, since Brad looked to him for answers, Denji responding, "It is something with Kenji."
Always courteous, Master Denji was glad this one time Kenji butt in, "I'm sort of the `exhibitionist', something I've developed under Master Denji's guidance."
"Still don't get it," Brad says, finally setting his drying out bod down in the water.
"What Kenji is trying to say is he likes to show off his bod."
Brad replies to Denji, "Don't we all? I mean, as soon as I get to the gay beach my shirt is off and hell do I get some stares!"
"Kenji?" Master Denji asks, wanting him to elaborate because, like Kenji, the two know Brad isn't getting it.
Right off the bat, Kenji says, "When I met Master Denji, it was from an internet chat room. We agreed to meet. He said he would agree to meet me only if I wore light colored jeans, stood in front of Homo Depot and peed in my pants."
"No fuckin` way!" Brad exclaimed. "You didn't, did you?" It was a gut reaction from Brad, because if he though about it, if Kenji didn't pee his pants, he wouldn't be here today! His second opinion was, "You did, didn't you?"
Master Denji took over, "It is why Kenji is here with me today."
Then this provide an opening for further interview, Brad asking, "Do you two have sex together, like every night?"
Again, Kenji and Denji exchange a hidden message.
"Okay guys. C'mon. Quit fuckin' with me?"
And again Kenji takes up the slack, "I am currently looking for Mr. Right."
Before Kenji could tell more, Brad puts the pressure on, "And you Denji?"
Smiling, Denji replies, "I had hopes of meeting someone to possibly date and develop a relationship," he rises up out of the water, it rushing down his trim physique, "but alas... I hardly think we are of a good match!"
Placing his hands on the bottom of the pool, pressing himself up and out of the water, facing Master Denji, Brad says, "You and me?"
"You wouldn't happen to be into watersports, Brad?"
"Kenji!" Master Denji reprimanded.
Brad replies, "Uh, I tried surfing a few times. Not bad, but I think I could get more into sailing, maybe some scuba diving."
Again, the look between the two drove Brad into a curious state.
But for now, it wasn't a conversation piece to develop, a servant coming through the double doors, announcing, "Cocktails are being served out on the porch."
Looking at his wrist, Brad realizes he doesn't even wear a watch, but is smart enough to know, "Isn't it still morning?" As they walked towards the door, through it, Brad was all eyes, wondering the identity of the topless servant.
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"Where are you taking me?"
"I'm taking `us' to my place," Reverand Philip said, driving away.
Second question, which was really Jase's first, but had gotten sidetracked, "Reverand Philip, are you gay?"
Smilng, because he knew the ambiance surrounding what happened in church and now, their getaway, "Without a doubt and by the way, it's going to drive me crazy if keep calling me the `Rev', how about Philip?"
It had been on Brad's mind, since getting into his Mustang, the possibility of being dropped at the rail or bus station, like how long do you think I should hang in town?"
"Ah, let's see, it will probably be quite a few days before your dad finds out you have been withdrawing money from the ATM. Um, didn't I hear him say one time you have linked accounts?"
"Yeah, but wouldn't that be stealing?"
"Would it? As I recall during a family meeting in my office your dad saying something like what's his, is yours?"
"I know, but he didn't mean for me to drain the account dry, not over such a short period of time," Jase replies.
"I think," Philip replies, like he's got a plan, "the first step is to get you enrolled in a college, out of town."
"But I'm already enrolled at the Christian college."
Weird, Jase thought when Philip suggests, "And `not' a Christian college."
Thinking an agenda already in place, Jase asks, "Got any suggestions?"
"As I recall, at the family meeting your father shot you down when you mentioned an interest in designing men's clothes?"
"Oh yeah," Jase says and mimicking his dad, "A young needs to prepare himself for the modern business world!"
Philip says at the next light, "Not that I support everything he does, but I `do' have a good friend who can help you break into the world of fashion?"
As if he wasn't listening, Jase says, "Fashion," leaning back in his seat and out the front window in a daze.
But Philip went right on talking about his good friend, Cayman Karlyle, his friends and his friend's friends and so on, till he realizes, "Are you listening?"
"Yeah," Jase replies. "You've got a lot of friends in New York City. Is that where we're going?"
"Not together."
"Why not?" Jase questions, sitting up
"You go first." Then Philip lays out the plan, of which Jase takes great interest, "I already have an apartment..."
"Living out here in the sticks, when?"
"A former boyfriend," of which Philip was not elaborating on his courtship with CK.
Figuring it was Philip and another guy living there, "Oh so it's big enough for both of us?"
It was not at all Philip's plan to shack up with Jase, though he would certainly make the effort to situate Jase with comfortable and adequate lodgings. However, sitting in his church office after the service this morning, it did occur to him his place would have to accommodate Jase for a short time. "You can stay with me until we find you an apartment."
"How about on campus?"
Phillip giggled, saying New York City wasn't like that, not a place where a school, college or university had rolling lawns. Some had living accommodations, but not where he was thinking.
Thrown off kilter, Jase asks, "By the way, when are you telling the church you're leaving and what are you going to do for work?"
"It's been a process, moving on. Over the past month I've been cleaning up and clearing out things. I think I've pretty well made my former office suitable for the next person to step in my place." Giggling, Philip says, "I even dropped a few hints with some seminary students I know."
"Any gay ones?"
Not naming names, Philip replies, "Oh, one or two!"
"If they only knew," Jase talked about the congregation, a picture of his own father in his mind.
"They never I was." Then in confession, "But `there in' lies the problem. Pretending to be somebody I'm not... it takes it's toll."
"Hey, been there, done that!"
"I forgot!" Philip says, slapping Jase's thigh. "I'm going on here like I'm the only one."
Totally switching subjects, Jase asks, "How long do you think I can withdraw funds?"
"Frankly, not many times because the bank will look on it as suspicious activity."
"True and... as much as I'm thankful to you for helping out I think I should get out of town quick."
"Of course. It's what I was thinking," Philip replies.
"Philip?" Jase asks, then drops his chin to his chest, already a little embarrassed of his thoughts, like it's a major sin.
"What?" And detecting this, Philip badgers, "Ask it man!"
Turning to Philip, he says, "I've never had sex with a man and I was wondering...."
Philip knew part two, but allowed Jase to get it off his chest, "And?"
"Would you be willing to show me some stuff?"
"Do you know if you're a top or a bottom?"
"That's kind of the problem. I've thought about it a lot."
Like in a therapy session, Philip asks, "Any conclusions?"
"I think I like to suck a guy, you know, lick him and stuff and would want a guy to do the same to me, but as far as a guy sticking a cock up my ass..."
"Doesn't strike you as something which would feel very good, eh?"
"Is there any way of finding out?"
Phil replies, "You could have somebody stick their cock up your ass?"
"Any plan B's?"
Philip laughs, reasoning, "I would say if you think it feels not right with you to `get fucked'," he put it in terminology, "then I would venture to guess you are a top, but allow me to ask you this, how would you feel about fucking another guy?"
Looking at the reverend, Jase bit his lip and then comes clean, "Do you think I can try it?"
%Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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