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.
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"WTF?" 05
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Nice place," Jase says, more out of a facetious manner of speaking, the house looking a little run down.
"Yes, well," Philip reads right through him, "the church is more concerned with `the church', than other matters of importance."
Walking inside, Jase pans the interior, saying, "I thought the outside was bad. When was the last time they painted this place?" He picks a paint chip off the wall.
Searching an old model refrigerator, Philip replies, "It's okay. I spend a lot of my time either at the church, or," he turns, looks directly at Jase and says, "the motel?"
Having not a clue, Jase says, "You travel a lot?"
Sitting down at the table with a half gallon of milk and a package of Oreo cookies, Philip sermonizes, telling about what happens at a $25/night motel. He probably never heard anybody say oh shit!' or no shit?' so many times as he told of the tricks he met, mostly out-of-towners or married men, or dudes from the local college, or the things they did once they got in the motel room and their clothes off.
"I had no' i'-`dea'!"
"Y'know what?"
"What?"
The reverend says, using his cookie as the choice of weapons for dealing out this measure, "I think it might be a good idea if I give you a few pointers before we head off to New York?"
"I would really appreciate any help you can give me?" Jase says, thinking the preacher the perfect teacher.
"Hmm," he sits back, munching.
Same time, thinking he's being examined, Jase sits back, saying, "What?"
Pointing a finger, Philip says, "I think this kid, Brad would be the perfect..."
Jumping up out of his seat, Jase exclaims, "Brad? Brad Coleman?"
"We only go by first names."
Assuming it's the same Brad, Jase says, "Brad and me are like best friends!"
Then, thinking Jase isn't totally ignorant of all this gay stuff, "Oh, so then you `have' had experience?"
"No... I mean Brad helped me out in school. Helped me so the bullies would lay off me." Thinking of the sweet side of his friend, "He pretended to be my boyfriend. Yeah, he taught me stuff. Taught me how to kiss real nice."
"What about sex?"
"We jerked each other off. That count?"
Before he could answer the phone was ringing. Both clammed up, thinking whomever it was, the issue was about Jase. Sure enough, but Philip covered, the reverend lying through his teeth, saying he hadn't seen Jase.
Thinking, after hanging up, he says, "Y'know I think we should move our plans up a little?"
"Huh?" Jase asks.
"I think it might be a good idea if we headed out to the big city tonight?"
"Can I help you pack?"
Philip replies, "Can't fit much in a mustang, but don't worry. I've thought about this for awhile. Got one of my motel buddies' holding my stuff for me." Chuckling, Philip adds, "He runs the storage place over on the highway. It took awhile to pay off' that little room!"
Guessing, Jase says, "With sex?"
"Ah see that? You're learning already. Nothin' like the old-fashioned barter system!"
"Philip, do you think I can make one call before we leave? My good buddy, Aldo?"
Agreeing, Philip asked him to make a couple of detours in the plan, saying Chicago, instead of New York and he was hitching, exonerating any knowledge of the reverend.
While Jase phoned, Philip set about picking up a few last things, among them the leftover package of Oreo's!
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When Brad stepped out onto the patio area, he was a little nervous, being totally naked, but he was in the company of more than one other guy, shirtless, pantless, sockless, briefless and sporting their nakedness.
"Whoa! What the fuck is this?" he asks.
There along, spotting Brad make his exit from the main house to the patio and pool area, this dude walks up to him, extending a hand, saying, "Hi. I'm Jose. Anything you want, you got it, just ask."
In a risque manner, Brad flaunts, "Anything?"
Going through his credentials, Jose says, "I'll suck you from head to toe. I can give a fantastic blow job and if you're into it I can take a lot of pain. Too, there's not much I'm not into."
One thing to catch his attention, out of the ordinary, as opposed to good old gay sex, Brad asks, "Into pain, are you? Like what?"
"Like what?" Jose replies in a slight Latino accent.
Rephrasing it, Brad asks, "Like what would be your favorite thing you like to have a guy do to you?"
"We're never given a choice. It's whatever the client wants."
"What the client wants, eh?" Brad replies with skepticism, in his own secrecy finding out details which would lead to how Master Denji makes his fortune.
Coming between them, Kenji interrupts, "I think you've said enough Jose. Why don't you find a drink for Brad?"
After asking Brad what he would like, Jose hurries away. Whether he was in trouble or not for divulging too much information didn't matter. Working for money or receiving punishment for an infraction, it was all good.
To throw the subject off balance, because Brad kind of liked Jose, especially what he wearing below the belt, he says, "Hey Kenji, how come everybody out here is in the buff and you're all suited up?"
"I'm on duty. When I'm on duty I have to be presentable."
"Hmm," Jase replies, which he knew he sent the wheels turning in Kenji's brain.
"What?" Kenji says.
"Seems to me if you want to `protect' you need to blend in."
Up until now, since Master Denji has been relaxed with Brad, Kenji has been too. Secretly he thought Brad's daring attitude, but also his whole beautiful bod, down to his 9c, quite alluring. Right now he had to uphold the honor of his job, "This is the way it has to be, okay?"
"Sure. No problem," Brad replies.
Five seconds later the pool area is ringing with curses and all eyes point to Brad, the culprit responsible for pushing Kenji into the pool.
First comment is from Jose, who says, "Oh you better watch it now. Kenji.. he's got a temper!"
Getting out of the pool, Kenji is sopping wet, his suit, tie, shirt, whole self. Coming towards Brad they are all amazed he is not attacked like a pitbull, Kenji saying, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood!"
He wasn't smiling and Brad could sense something of an animalistic nature, Kenji gritting his teeth. Kenji passing him by, Brad says, "Oh c'mon. I want to see you do some of that Tie Kwan-dough stuff."
Kenji did something. It wasn't what Brad expected, telling Jose to step forward.
"What tha fuck?" Brad exclaimed, watching Jose stand there while Kenji pulls on the guy's shoulders and knees him in the stomach, sending Jose to his knees.
Angry, to say the least, Brad didn't buckle and get upset like Kenji, rather calmly said, "Now that's just fuckin' wrong. If you're gonna take it out on somebody, it should be me. What are you afraid of?"
Kenji liked Brad, but placing him a position such as this, in front of a coupla dozen guys, he had to stand up for himself. Not saying anything, he turned on Brad.
A wide sweep on the leg, Kenji probably thought it would put Brad out of comission, `nicely'. However, Brad ducked and Kenji did almost a 360, his pirouette stopping with his foot caught on an umbrella, which was stuck through the center of a table.
"I gotcha!" Brad called out, catching Kenji in his arms so his bod didn't ricochet off the cement pool apron.
"What tha?" Kenji says, turning his head. "You're not supposed to be helping me."
"I know," Brad says, adding, "and if I wake up tomorrow with a bruised butt, you're in big trouble!"
Suddenly the differences between the two melted.
Brad asks, "How's the foot?" as the two stand up.
"Still attached," Kenji says, all traces of anger dissipated.
Brad then comes up with, "Um, like the other dudes, they going to be okay with me whooping your ass?"
"I wouldn't exactly put it that way."
Returning to what he was driving at, Brad asks, "Jose, he took that knee good?"
"He's used to it. It's how he makes his money."
By saying this Kenji knew he would stoke Brad's curiosity, "How he makes money, getting beat up? And he likes it?"
Adding more knowledge, Kenji says, "Jose, like the others have learned their trade, to either give or to take."
The environment kind of quiet, Brad put the ensuing conversation to rest, renewing, "I think you should punch me in the stomach."
"What?" Kenji asks.
"To kind of restore the fear these guys have in you."
"What makes you say that Brad?"
"Before all this happened everybody was talking shit, having a good time, now... I betcha they're all talkin' about how I kicked your ass. I think we should change that."
"I see," Kenji replies, but differs, "I don't really think it is necessary. They will still have regard for me."
Brad, in a playful manner, says, "Oh c'mon. I can take a punch in the stomach. You think I'm not as fit as any other guy here?"
Still Kenji refused.
Guzzling down the rest of his beer, Brad gets up, yells out at the top of his lungs, "Fuck you, Kenji," and slaps him hard across the cheek.
Rolling his eyes, Kenji knew it was the alcohol level, plus the playfulness extended by the draught. He actually thought it cute how Brad `tried' to act out and slap across his cheek, which was as forceful as an old lady's glove. However, to play along he gritted his teeth as he stood, yelling out, "You worthless piece of shit!"
Oh, Brad felt how it is, a heavy fist tucking in his stomach, which when he belched almost emptied everything in his stomach.
Without hesitation, Kenji, being kind, when he picked Brad up, threw his bod down on a bed of flowers, rather than choose a worthy target, a table or even throw him over the fence.
Strange thing, Kenji thought Brad's theory not so far-fetched, him being heralded as a great fighter and protector. Like usual, Kenji became surrounded with offers of blowjobs or some of the top-guys offering a fuckfest.
"You will learn amigo," Jose said to Brad, helping him up.
"Damn! I think he scratched my back!" However, more to his dislike was the stench from his barf, clinging to the front of his bod!
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Before they left the state, Jase had asked about ninety-nine questions regarding Philip's past gay history and learned some interesting and exciting facts about divinity school and the hereafter, after the reverend graduated.
"How come you didn't stick around New York City, while you were already there?"
Summing it up, Philip names, "Country living, air quality, the slow life, um cheaper motels?" he laughs it off.
It had occurred to him back at the house, "Like did you meet up with Brad at the motel?"
"I have a feeling you and your friend Brad have developed this deep sense of trust..."
"Well sure. We were best friends," Jase replies.
"Likewise," he and I had hit it off and too," Philip giggles, "since he `was' giving me a discounted price, I saw fit to have him come to the parsonage. I trusted him."
Utmost in his mind now, Jase puts two and two together. Knowing Brad an exclusive `top' man, he guesses, "So you're a bottom?"
No dumb bunny, Philip replies, "I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to figure it out." Straight out he tells, "Yeah, I like to get fucked!"
"Cool!"
"But if you're looking to get educated by me..." "No, no, no... that's not why I said it... I..."
"You what?" Philip smiles and looks at Jase as he pauses at the light.
Not in jealousy, but for comparison's sake, "You sucked off Brad, but..."
The light changed, causing Philip to step on the gas, the car jerking, which interrupted Jase's train of thought.
Before Jase could get another word in, Philip is asking, "You wouldn't happen to have a driver's license, would you?"
"I'm eighteen?"
"Still doesn't answer my question, Jase?"
"Okay, so I have my license, happy?"
"Very, because an hour up the road I'm going to ask you to drive!"
Jase says, "Aren't you afraid I'll wreck your vintage car?"
"Nah," Philip replies casually. "My brother has a dozen or so in the garaged at home."
"You're brother? You didn't tell me you had family!"
Arguing friendly-like, Philip says, "You didn't ask, but if you had, you would have found out he and I are `it'."
"Okay. That's cool. So does he live with his wife and the kiddies?"
"Brace yourself," Philip said, not of this being a shocking development, but for Jase's lack of knowledge, "but Arnold lives in Westchester with his partner, Jasper."
"He's gay too? Two in one family? How can that be?"
Rather than explain, Philip tells Jase to get some shut-eye and he'll explain it later.
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Sitting up out of the bed of flowers, Brad asks Jose, "You got a shower around here?"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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