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"WTF?" 06
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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First they both looked down at the dropped bar of soap, then Jose takes the initiative, "I'll get it."
Calling it, Brad bends over too, "No, no, no... I've got it!"
When Jose stood, empty-handed, he looks strangely at Brad, saying, "You're not like the others."
"Others?" He questions, soaping up his hairy pit, "Others, who?"
Breaking into a smile, Jose replies, "Mind if I do something?"
"Uh sure, as long as it's not punching me in the gut or..."
Not waiting for Brad to finish, Jose swoops forward, presses his lips to Brad's face and hops backwards.
"That's it?" Brad claims, left palm upturned, like holding an object, other hand holding the bar of soap.
"I can do it longer?" Jose meant `kiss'.
Smiling, Brad steps forwards, presses his wet front up to Jose and as an excuse, "You scrub my back and I'll scrub yours." However, Brad had already began caressing Jose's blades with his soapy hands.
"Feels so nice," Jose replies, working his arms in between Brad's sides.
In his ear, because they were hugging so close, Brad asks, "So what's with these... these... these little indentations on your back?"
"You can say it," Jose speaks into Brad's face, adding a clue, "I was whipped."
Like the straw which broke the camel's back, Brad steps away. From what Kenji had told him and Jose mentioned earlier, he puts two and two together, "You got paid for somebody to whip you? That's insane!"
Rather than making him mad for what he's done, but rather frustrated of Brad's incomprehension, Jose just says, "I gotta go," making his sudden departure, leaving Brad alone in the shower stall.
"What did you do to Jose?"
"Nothin'," Brad replied, getting agitated because not only did a dude enter the shower who spoke in a gruff manner, but two others accompanied him, both circling around behind Brad.
Brad says, "Um, didn't you guys ever hear... three's a crowd?"
Going right over their heads, the one whom originally spoke, says, "We take care of our own."
The one getting mighty close to Brad's right side replies also, "You said something that hurt Jose."
On Brad's left flank, it is said, "Oh now we're going to have to hurt you!"
At this point, the two at Brad's shoulders grab him up by the arms.
Rubbing his right fist in the palm of his left hand, he says to his cohorts, "Hold'em tight. I want his abs nice and tight!"
The shower stall was quite long and wide, most ably to fit four men or even five or six.
At the door there appears like an apparition, Kenji, "And just what do you boys think you are going to do?"
Old school, Brad figures if he joins them, rather than contest their motives, he'll fit in, saying to Kenji, "It's not what it seems!"
"Oh?" Kenji replies. Folding his arms across himself, realizing the spittle from shower casts a fine mist over his over-clothes. "Mind explaining?"
"Uh sure," Brad starts up his bullshit story, "I wanted them to hold my arms nice and tight and then him," he nodded towards the member of the trio whom warmed up his knuckles, "he was going to see how many punches in the stomach I was going to take!" He even ended it with a smile, all part of the act.
"I see." Still unmoved, Kenji stood there in silence.
Brad exchanged stares with the ringleader, then both looked to Kenji.
"Well Mike?" Kenji questioned the leader of the pack.
"Huh?" Mike replies.
Thinking he had a low IQ or something, Brad says to Mike, "What're you, dense?"
Brad knew something was going to go down, this guy, Mike falling into attention, his fist and hand again winding up, much like a baseball pitcher. Too, the henchmen at his sides tightened their grip. He notices Kenji, standing there like he was going to enjoy watching him get worked over. Some friend he turned out to be!
In reality, Kenji was expecting Brad to welch out, but as it got closer and closer to the three-on-one to begin, he started to sweat it out.
Mike stepped `up to the plate' and drew his elbow back.
Five seconds from impact, Kenji yells out, "Now hold it a minute there fellas!"
Too late, Mike's arm in motion, his fist ready to touch the skin of Brad's stomach.
"Think again dudes!" Brad yells out.
"Akk--k-k-k!" Man on Brad's left yells out, as Mike's packed punch hit him sideways in the gut, delivering a shallow, yet devastating punch, enough to send the dude to his knees.
"Oh shit Mark! I'm sorry!" Mike yells out.
As for dude number three, Brad swings him around like square dancing, plastering his back up the against the wall of the stall, making it shake as he lifts his knee into the dude's crotch.
Kenji never moved from his spot, even more relaxed his pose, since Brad was taking on the three quite well.
"Now wait a minute... hold on," Mike said, his hand out like a stop sign, almost pinned against Brad's chest, "it's not what it seems..." he slips, "we're only doing what Kenji..."
Finally it set Kenji off, "Mike, you fuckin' idiot!"
Suddenly, Mike wasn't Brad's target anymore, him walking to his right, instead of primary course, left. "Kenji told you `what'?" Brad says, staring Kenji in the face.
Acting like he was fearful for his life, Kenji dropped his pose, his arms to his side, responding, "I only wanted to see if...."
"To see what Kenji?" Brad replies, his conversation now pushing Kenji out of the shower stall, till they stood in the open cabana. "To see if I can take it?"
"I, um... I was doing it for your own good, Brad."
"Oh that's just great, Kenji," Brad fought with words, at least for now, "You were going to stand there and watch Mike work my stomach over... then what?"
Kenji went to say something, but was cut off.
"Watch his two `brothers' hold me down so Mike could rape my ass?"
"No.. I..."
"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you Kenji, watching Mike stuff his cock in my ass and..."
"Will you just shut the fuck up and listen a minute?" Kenji asks.
With silence prevailing, it was like Kenji had to do his explaining to four, him saying, "You three are excused!"
The one whom rattled the shower stall wall, pinned there by Brad, says as he walks past, "Sorry about this. If you ever need some nuts to bash again, I'm Lloyd."
Brad wanted to smile, had an inkling to acknowledge the Aussie-speaking dude, but drew his attention back to Kenji. He notices, "You went and changed, didn't you?"
"Yes," Kenji replies, smoothing his hands down his front, gesturing with hands of the moisture clinging, at the switch, from wet, pool-soaked fabric to fresh out of the closet.
"You're wet again."
"I know," Kenji replies.
This time Brad wasn't accepting any excuses. Pushing Kenji's tie aside he unfastens one button, saying, "You better get out of these before you catch your death of cold!"
This time, as opposed to being in the highlight of two dozen naked guys, Kenji `did' do a quick peruse of the cabana, seeing him and Brad isolated from view, allowed the lad to unfasten one button at a time, watching the progress.
Working one button at a time, Brad kept tabs on Kenji's attention, "I can't wait!"
"Wait for what?" Kenji asks, changing eye direction, from busy hands, to Brad's gaze.
Generally speaking, Brad replies, "What every guy wants, the physique?"
Kenji breather out a short, nostril of laughter, thinking exactly what Brad meant, no different than the guys out at the pool, how long', how thick', `how big' the balls?
As Brad got to Kenji's beltline, he retraced his hand-steps, unbuttoning the top of Kenji's shirt, nearer the collar.
Anticipating taking his shirt off, Kenji slides his jacket off his shoulders and one arm, catching it in the other. What a tease!' he thought, Brad not' removing his shirt!
Rather, Brad worked his hands inside the fabric, caressing what he thought to be, two nice, plump pecs. "Oh these are nice!"
When Brad's thumbs touched both nips and gave a rub, Kenji reacted!
"Oh-h-h-h that feels so nice. No-o-o-o-o, please stop it!"
Brad laughed, saying, "I guess I know how to push your' buttons!" And he kept on because Kenji wasn't stopping him. Too, as Brad looked down he made discovery of two facts. One, this was turning Kenji on dramatically, so much, soon it would be necessary for him to shed the pants and two, he wasn't sure, but the touch of thumbs to Kenji's nips and rotating his thumbs in clockwise, of the right thumb, counterclockwise for the other, was it this or the fact he had control over the mighty Kenji'. Of course there was the third option, one Brad hadn't thought of...
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Halfway between where they were coming from and going to, Jase asks as they pull into a rest stop, "Cool, I'm really getting hungry."
He was too, in a different way and as the right Reverend Philip coasts to a stop, into a parking space, "Good. The food is to the left," and I'll join you after I head off to the little boys room!"
Promptly, Philip opens his door, gets out and walks around the hood.
Opening his door a crack to get out, Jase has a weird feeling about all this, some thoughts of doubt, of Philip needing to use the rest stop facilities for the due purpose for which is was built.
"Oh, almost forgot!"
Watching keenly, Philip's arm stretches across his lap and reaches into the glove compartment.
"I thought so," Jase replies, when Philip's hand grabs up a small square box.
Speaking of his position with the church, Philip says, "Hey, we're human too, you know?"
Then, getting to the heart of the matter, Jase asks, "Are you going to get it on with some guy?"
"Maybe," Philip replies, standing at Jase's car door.
Butting Philip aside, Jase steps on solid ground, catapulting himself out of the car as if the seat launched him, saying, "Cool. I'm coming too!"
"I thought you were hungry?" Philip says, shutting the car door behind them, as the head off towards `the right'.
"I am... for knowledge!"
It now set Philip's mind racing, whether the knowledge were of the position' he took with a guy, top or bottom, or size of his shaft when fully extended, after being soaked by a dude's mouth... he would not know until they got in there and if' they found the right guy, how things would progress.
"So, you're a top?" Jase asks, because Philip grabbed up the condoms in front of him.
"Either, or," Philip replies, though he had the opposite preference.
"I think I'm top," Jase offers.
As they get to sign on the door, `MENS', Philip hesitates, "Let me do all the talking, okay?"
"Sure. Fine." Fine with him, because Jase has never done anything like this before, only read about it in a porn novel he found on the internet. Upon reading, he fancied himself as the `onlooker', when it came to the part where the businessman had a pitstop and was followed into the jon by an onslaught of greasy motorcycle men.
However, walking into this MENS room, Jase was amazed it was not at all run down. There were no rickety wooden cells fencing in the stalls and the fixtures were all squeaky-clean white, set against a beige, rather decorative facade. "Nice place!" he comments.
"Let me do all the talking?" Philip reinforced his position.
"I was only telling you how...
"I `know' what you were saying, but don't..."
Alone, the two were suddenly joined by the slamming of the heavy metal door. Both looked at the reflection in the mirror, of the guy entering, then at each other, laughing quietly. It was some `kid'!
Philip walks over to a sink and starts washing his hands.
Following suit, Jase does the same and imitating him, first washes the water over each paw, then adds a coupla squirts of soap.
The kid, after emptying a stream in the toilet stall, flushes and joins them, right in the middle.
He knew Philip said to let him do all the talking, but he knew they weren't there to interact with an eleven year old kid, so freely spoke, "You on vacation?"
"Yup," the kid answered.
Jase figured the kid got scared shit and hightailed it out of there.
Philip reprimands, "Didn't I tell you to leave the talking to me?"
As if it was Brad talking, and probably influenced by his rough mannerisms, Jase replies, "He was a fuckin' little kid for God's sake!"
Standing there, resting a hand on the sink, Philip stood, like he was thinking, then mellowed out with a big smile, lectured, "Don't take the Lord's name in vain," immediately adding, you know you're so fuckin' hot when you talk like that?"
"Like what?" Jase questioned the change in attitude.
However, the two were shaken out of their gourds when the kid shows up with `someone else'.
Speaking to the kid, the male adult says in a deep voice, "These the two men, Billy?"
His son', the kid' points out Jase, "He's the one who talked to me."
After telling his son to wait in the car, the six foot-two, swimmer's build, tank-topped man walks over, eyes Philip up and down, then turns to Jase.
Figuring Jase is about to get pounded through the tile floor to the basement of the earth, Philip says, "Uh..."
"Shut the fuck up! It's him," he stares at Jase, "I'm interested in talkin' to."
"Yeah, but," Philip goes to say, putting his right hand on the stranger's right bicep, followed by, "ugh-h-h-h-h!"
Bringing his arm forwards, he tucks his elbow backwards, right into Philip's midsection.
Right away, Jase draws on his instincts, coupled with the way Brad instructed him how to stand up for himself!
"Oh shit!" Billy's father cries out.
"It worked!" Jase exclaims, pounding his fist towards heaven, at the small effort it took, as Brad had told him it would, to place each of his hands on a guy's shoulders and with all his might lift his knee into his crotch! Immediately, his attention was drawn off the father on his knees to the father of the church, "You okay Philip?"
"Fine." Philip's attention to the big man on his knees, a hand on the bottom edge of the urinal, trying to help himself up, he gauges a certain aspect about him. And straightening himself up, he speaks out, "That'll teach you to fuck with Master Jase!"
Master Jase'? Jase thinks. What tha fuck does he mean by'... He puts that thought aside, watching this tall, muscular dude, crawling from the urinal.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. I had no idea."
Now, Jase is glad Philip is with him, allowing him to take on the honor of speaking, because he's lost for words.
"Show some honor for your master, boy!"
He wants to smile, wants to laugh, Jase watching this full-grown he-man reach down at the tails of his muscle shirt and tear it off over his head, exposing a rich, black carpet of bod fur covering his pecs, a stripe down the middle.
Rather than speaking to Philip, he says to Jase, "I'm ever humble for doing you wrong sir. I live for your pleasure."
Jase didn't know what tha fuck to say, regarding this formal jibberish from what seemed like another place in time or reflections of a lost culture. One thing, he knew Philip had a knack for it, so in a Shakespearean manner, replies, "Prince Philip here does my biding."
Suddenly the atmosphere changed, the muscle dude saying, "Yes your majesty!"
Again Jase wanted to laugh his ass off and cracked a smile. By now though, the stranger could perceive it as an act of `pleasing'.
Testing the waters, Philip states, "Your Worship would most likely be pleased with your continued pain..."
"I'm yours... anything you want to do to me...but..."
It took a few minutes to sort things out, Philip handling all the `paperwork'. Being on a trip to return his Billy to his mother, the husband and wife being divorced, they jotted down Steve Majors', cell phone number.
Steve was so' honored, so' obliged he was Jase's first fuck. When they were getting in the car, behind the driver's wheel, Steve asks Jase to roll down his window, dropping five twenties in his lap and hurries away.
Philip says, "Half of that is mine!"
"Fuck that Philip," Jase replies, "I'm the king' and you're the prince'... it's sixty-forty, take it or leave it!"
Philip took it and at the gas tank fill up, made the `king' pay!
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The only lock available for the cabana door was taking the hairdryer from the wall and tying the cord to the handle, wrapping it around one of the braces, which held up the canvas canopy. Leave it to Jose to find the door `stuck' and bring the whole thing down on anyone inside.
Of course now, walking out of the deflated tent, Kenji and Brad had to make it look good, hiding their true intentions, Brad making sure his cock was `dry', Kenji squeezing as much residue as possible out of his extended tube, the two posing as swimmers, long beach towels over their arms.
"You imbecile!" Kenji awarded Jose.
But Jose was wise to them, too because he knew Kenji wasn't being harsh on him, missing the ill treatment. Being from an abusive home life, it's the way Jose got into being loved by feeling pain. Too, he was feeling a bit jealous of Brad, moving in on `his action', his secret affection for Kenji. In a way, because Brad was with Kenji, he felt gypped. Following the two, addressing him, Jose says, "Kenji, I'm the one responsible for bringing the cabana down."
Instead of Kenji, Brad turns around and says, "He knows, so get over it Mary!"
In the whole time since he's come in under Master Denji's roof, Jose has ever got the notion he's wanted to punch somebody's lights out. But then again, standing there and gazing upon Brad's fully naked bod, his heart softens, the agitation deflates, his knees cave in.
"Oh fuck, Jose!" Brad calls out as his cock slips onto Jose's tongue.
Authority getting the best of him, plus to show Brad protocol, Kenji slaps Jose's mouth away from Brad's cock, shouting, "That anyway to treat a master?"
However, Brad had a different view of the situation scolding, "What tha fuck you doing Kenji?"
What a scene, Brad catching Kenji off guard, the back of his hand slapping the behemoth on the chest, catching him off guard and off balance, again him getting wet, without clothing this time, as he falls backwards into the pool!
All eyes were on the pool now, except one pair, which stole Jose's gaze away from the incident.
Knowing Jose would like this, Brad says in a rash manner, "Wanna get that tongue back on my cock boy?"
Before he did, Jose states, "I'm forever your servant!"
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"So, what do you think?"
Philip replies, "Of what?"
"Steve Majors."
Moving his bottom around in the seat, Philip replies, "I think he could be a hot fuck."
Reflecting back on the MENS room, Jase asks, "You wanted Steve to fuck you, didn't you?"
"Would've been sweet!"
Changing the subject, Jase says in a giggly manner, "Steve was really psyched up, knowing his ass was the first guy I ever fucked, huh?"
"He wasn't the only one!"
"That's right!" Jase remembers.
"What?"
"I forgot to tell you. It was so cool watching you squirt all your cum on his hairy chest!"
Philip replies, of course with a stirring of his loins, "You liked that, did you?"
"Yeah. All this white, gooey stuff oozing out and against his black hair... it was just so cool."
"I think I'm ready for the next rest stop!"
Jase drives, reveling in the thought, "My first fuck!"
One last matter for thought, Philip states, "Steve really liked the way you tasted?" Of course he wanted an opinion from Jase.
Got it, "Yeah. I can't believe he turned the condom inside out to swallow every last bit of my cum!"
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As Steve drove the interstate, after dropping little Billy off at his mother's house, he held up the piece of toilet paper, thinking like a roulette wheel, whether he should dial Jase's or Philip's cell phone number. Too, since they were headed east, should he bother heading west, homeward bound at all and head in pursuit of the hottest fuck he's ever had. One thing bothered him in all this. Jase was young, barely out of his late teens, but he rested on the fact this Philip-dude was right around his age. Too, whereas he could be versatile for the right guy, he loved falling on his knees for `his majestry', but oh how he would love to have a slaveboy at his beck and call! He pondered the situation, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of his 4x4, before tearing off at the next exit to make a u-turn.
Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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