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?" 07
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"We've got company!"
"Huh?" Philip jumped out of a complete sleep, thinking only of a police car following them. "What'd you do?" he sat up and peered first at the speedometer, then in the side view mirror.
His attention still on the rearview, Jase says, "Dark blue 4x4 coming up fast?"
Assembling the facts and recollecting things of an hour ago, Philip says, "Didn't take him long, did it?"
"Well, what do I do?"
Philip turns to Jase and even though his mind was on the road, "What do you `want' to do?"
With immediate retrospect, his cock even feeling the sensations of a warm `inside', he says, "He was nice," regarding planting his shaft in his ass, "but I'm not so sure I want to make a career out of it?" Jase meant pulling off at rest stops for the sheer pleasure of finding a hot ass to fuck.
"That's cool with me!" Philip replies. In reality, he wouldn't mind at all having his own ass stuffed, Steve Majors' creamy goo dribbling down his own chest, or if things turned out, sucking his whole wad of manseed down his gullet. "Hey! Got an idea!"
After they pulled over, Jase drove off, rather nervously, soloing in Philip's prized mustang. But it wasn't like he was alone on the roadway. Following not too distant behind was Steve Majors' blue truck. He actually was feeling a little horny when, from the rectangular view of the rear of Steve's truck, he saw Philip teeter over to his left, disappear beyond view. He wondered himself, how it would feel to be driving down the road and getting a blow job at the same time! He smiled, turned on by the very thought, his hand playing with his crotch.
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As if he was boss, Brad sat atop Kenji's ass, driving his shaft in, pounding with each observation he made this afternoon, " I do not' at all care' how you treated Jo'se' this afternoon!"
Kenji had wished he'd acted harsher with the Latino, lying there in bed, legs up in the air. He summed it up, "Action now... talk later!"
And sudden abandon of thoughts, Brad did exactly that, pulling out and then shoving so deep into Kenji's ass chamber he felt like his balls were almost embedded as well. Only, they were too big to fit.
So, that's how the next ten minutes went, since they already had been going at it for about fifty, both utilizing Kenji's massive legs as a fulcrum, Kenji pulling on his calfs to shove his ass towards Brad's cock, Brad tugging on his thighs to get himself in deeper.
"How do you want it? I'm getting close!"
"Whatever you feel," Kenji replies.
Brad liked Kenji. He wasn't madly in love with him. Sure, he was a tight fuck, but other than this, it's all Brad was feeling for the guy at the moment. So, two minutes later he pulled out and sapped up his own hand with Kenji's ass-juices to stroke himself into shooting his cum onto Kenji's chest, the first few squirts, then trickling right down the Asian's trail to his pubes. A few small amounts of cum-spit fell on Kenji's big balls. With looking down, even though Brad was tired and spent, he had an inkling to empty those balls!
Already Kenji was into it, his own hand stroking his cockmeat.
"No!" Brad said, swiping Kenji's hand away. "Let me do it!"
This Kenji delighted in, saying, "Yes, master!" He parked his hands behind his head and watched. Soon overtaken by the teen hand vigorously jerking him, Kenji closed his eyes and pictured the moment. Without thinking, he removed one, then the other hand from cradling his head and began to fingerpaint Brad's spent wad into his nips. From there he spread it over his sparsely haired pecs. However it wasn't too much after he coated his own pecs with his own cock-sauce he himself came, mixing the two mediums. Out of breath himself from cumming, some hip movement thrown in, Kenji resigned to closing his eyes and reveling in the joy of both getting fucked and jerked off by Brad. It's soon he notices, a hand fluffing the bed next to him, "Hey, where are you going?"
Already cleaning his cock off with a towel from the cabana, Brad replies, "Hey, no offense Kenji. You've got a real sweet ass there, but I thought I would go find Jose and see what he's up to."
When Kenji entered the upstairs bedroom, he thinks back, wondering if he wanted to get it on with Brad because he looked hot when his cock was stroked into a think fucking machine, or was there something more there? As Brad left, he though about it, but too worn out to tax his brain so much.
On the other hand, Brad headed downstairs and by this time was not at all intimidated by the occasional dude passing by, like him, totally in the buff. Passing one of them, one who tried working him over in the shower, he asks, "You haven't seen Jose, have you?"
A few years older than Brad, he replies, "He's around, but if you haven't gotten anything better to do I'd like to take you on in the gym?"
Something which wasn't one of Brad's pastimes, he noticed from the dude's looks he worked out regularly, possibly everyday. "Uh, no thanks. I'm really interested in finding Jose and..."
"Chicken?"
Brad needed to let this one surf through his mind. His original thought, when invited to the gym, was to workout. Now he's perceiving it as a contest of sorts. "Like what did you have in mind, um......"
"Lloyd," he refreshed Brad's memory, unsure if they were really introduced in the first place. To drive his intentions he adds, "You ever been fucked?"
Taking all of this in stride, Brad thinking this a competition of sorts, "Never lost!"
"So is that a yes?"
Even though he didn't give a shit if a guy called him `chicken', he knew he wasn't, but somehow the whole ambiance of this place left one in a fantasy type state of mind, where things progressed along in a timeless state. Thinking there would be plenty of time to connect with Jose, "Yeah, sure."
It's then Lloyd says, "Oh y'know, I think I saw Jose downstairs?"
As Brad follows Lloyd, he makes comment, "I thought this was downstairs?"
However, soon they were on their way, through a door and down a flight of stairs. They met with another door, heavier in quality, seemingly metal in composition. Lloyd opened it with no sweat and entered, saying, "Close the door behind you, will ya?"
"Sure," Brad replied. He found it cumbersome because of the weight and quality.
Turning around he was met with quite a few surprises. There, eagle-spread, cuffed and chained to a rafter and floor, Jose was bound.
"What the fuck?" he comments.
Too, over Jose's head was some black thing which only had holes for his nose and mouth.
"Jose?"
"He can't hear you," Lloyd says, his arms folded across his middle.
Because things looked at a standstill, Brad asks, "So?"
Two seconds later the same door they came through opens. In walks one of the other dudes from the shower scene and another guy.
"You know Bob," Lloyd says, "and you're about to become close friends with Colin."
"I doubt it," Brad replies with an instant hatred for the two. Realizing it more than a chance meeting on the staircase, Brad asks, "So what's up with all this... Jose?"
With a terribly evil smile on his face, Lloyd says, "We're going to play a little game called `what goes around, comes around'."
"Sounds like Karma, but why do I get the feeling this isn't going to laud peace and happiness?"
"`Laud'," Lloyd repeats, "I like that word. In fact it might be a good word to use when the game's up."
His arms across his middle, Brad's loins weren't showing any excitement, him probing, "And how would all this go? Like, the rules?"
"I've taken notice... you like Jose."
Brad replies, "He's a nice guy," though in thought he probably thinks more like a friendship.
"So this is how it goes. You're going to be fighting for Jose."
"Want to run that by me again?" Brad asks, because Lloyd wasn't making much sense.
"The teams are you and Jose against Bob and Colin."
"Why not you?" Brad inquires, even though he has no inkling to what this is leading to.
Maybe expecting this, Lloyd orders, "Colin, you're out!"
He cursed, but Colin accepted his fate, moving to the side.
Next course of action, Lloyd orders, "You're in chains, Bob."
"No fuckin' way!"
Brad watches the spectacle, Bob going off on Lloyd.
"I'm not taking any beating..."
"Will you shut the fuck up Bob? Like we've got it made!"
Brad didn't like the sound of all this. Afraid thought, not for himself, but what they might do to Jose, he stay, with an open mind.
Lloyd, with something in the balance, sarcastically says, "Yeah, Bob?"
A stare down between the two, Bob relinquished his pose and walked over to where Colin had found four leather cuffs. Helping Bob, Colin helped him cuff himself at the wrists and ankles. Attaching hooks on chains to each he soon had Bob stretched out as Jose.
To see Bob all stretched out, arms and legs stretched, gave Brad some inspiration. Like one of his tricks, he loved it when a hairy man would rub his chest fur on his chest and a quirk, loved feeling a hairy man's bushy pits. One time a furry dude wanted him to lick his whole chest and stomach... but then he was drawn back to the present.
Looking across the floor, Lloyd says, "Here is our first endurance," he picks up a pole.
"Wait. You didn't tell me why Jose is tied up like that."
Holding two poles upright, ends to the floor, Lloyd replies, "They are our insurance each of us pursues to do our best."
"Still don't get it," Brad replies.
"Pawns in the game. You do your best and if you win... you get Bob all to yourself for an hour."
Brad saw how it was going, saying, "And you get Jose, but why do I get the feeling you don't give a shit what happens to Bob?"
"Oh I do. Believe me. Brotherhood is a very important bond to me."
"Brotherhood," Brad tries summing it up, "oh, like you were taking care of your `brother' in the shower?"
Smiling, Lloyd tells him, "Yes, well that's a totally different kind of brother'. What I'm trying to convey is Bob is my real' brother. Like a sibling?"
Looking back and forth from Lloyd to Bob, Brad didn't see much resemblance, except for the same color hair, observing, "You trim and shave?"
It left Lloyd in the dark momentarily, thrown off by Brad's hirsuite observation, "Huh?"
"Never mind. Um, I don't think I want to be bothered with this," Brad concedes.
"No problem," Lloyd replies, still holding the wooden poles, "then we just punish Jose to what he agreed on."
"What the fuck?" Brad asks.
"Well of course both parties have to agree on the punishment, should one of us fail at beating the other opponent."
"Punishment? You would subject your own brother to punishment?"
To prove a point, Lloyd yells, "Bob, tell Brad what you and Jose have agreed upon, should one of happen to do the other in?"
"Fifty lashes on the back with a leather strap, fifty punches in the stomach and then balls separated, tied and stretched while getting fucked," Bob rattled it off in perfect order like reciting an order at the hardware store Brad worked for.
"So if I walk out the door and refuse to do this, you're going to punish Jose with what Bob said?"
"It's your choice, Brad."
Perturbed, Brad replies, "Y'know, up until now it's been you calling the shots. I think it only fair I have my say in how this goes?"
He saw the two brothers exchange eye glances, Lloyd saying, "Alright. What did you have in mind?"
Still untrusting, Brad replies, "I've been very trusting of all you have said, I think you should adhere to my wishes?"
One thing Lloyd was learning, now only was Brad a very hot looking dude, but smart and cagy, but figured he wasn't going to let up, so gave in, "Alright. Whatever you want, we'll take it into consideration."
"Nah, nah, nah," Brad wagged his finger like an inverted pendulum, "I'm going to ask one thing and you have to give me your word," even though Brad didn't have much trust in Lloyd's honor, "what I say, goes."
"You have my word," Lloyd replies.
He felt good, kind of excited inside when he gave his suggestion, "You in chains and I fight Bob."
"What the fuck? No way!" Lloyd immediately declined the suggestion.
Brad replies, "Then me and Jose are out of here."
Bob yells, "No sweat I can take him, Lloyd?"
"No way," Lloyd says with a final gusto.
"No problem then," Brad replies, turning and walking towards Jose. He nicely asks Colin, "Help me get him down?"
When Colin entered the room he was as much `out for blood' as Lloyd and Bob, but the simple, kind manner in which this handsome guy talked to him, melted down the barrier of hate, "Watch out Brad!" he called out.
Running across the room with one of the poles, about the diameter of a baseball bat, he confronts Brad.
"Shit!" Brad calls out, ducking, a normal reaction, hearing the pole swoop over his head. "That could've been my head!"
Colin, squatted down to Brad's pushup stance warns, "Don't underestimate him. He doesn't go by any rules."
Shocked too, Brad hears Bob say, "He's out for blood, Brad!"
"I'll keep that in mind," Brad says. Rolling across the floor is a pole, as Brad, gets to his feet.
"C'mon! C'mon! Show me what you can do, coward!"
Immediate in his mind Brad was thinking `what did I ever do to this guy to...' he would take it up with himself later, as Lloyd charges him like a knight on a steed.
Expecting Brad to dodge out the way, towards the ground, Lloyd sweeps the pole under his feet.
"Surprise!" Brad yells, jumping up, his pole clearing the floor.
Swept up and to his left, Lloyd hurled his stick, which replicated a golfer swinging his club.
Leaving Lloyd's abs wide open, Brad took action. Turning the pole sideways, he used if as a battering ram and remembering his brother-Bob's words, threw it as hard as he could into Lloyd's gut.
It forced all the air out of Lloyd's lungs, sent him to the floor, but the twenty-four year old hobbled away backwards like a wounded animal.
Colin yells out, as softly as possible, "Get him while he's hurtin'!"
Against Brad's moral code, he hesitated, saying, "I... I can't... I...."
He should have, Lloyd recovering, backing up, throwing the pole to side and rushing Brad.
"Oh shit!" Brad cursed, throwing away the pole too, thinking this should be a fair fight.
"Bad call!" Bob called out.
Colin rushes and grabs the pole just time, putting it into Brad's hands.
"What that?" Brad says, holding the pole. Like in an old time jousting, it's Lloyd caught off guard, the his stomach catching on the end of the pole.
Totally surprised himself, instead of charging forwards, Brad is taken backwards, knocking Colin over, his back flung against Bob-in-bondage. Lloyd bounced off, falling on his ass, but up in no time. He had his fist ready and meant to give Brad a heavy jab. It was Colin to the rescue, pushing Brad out of the way, only or Lloyd's fist to plow into his own brother's gut!
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Feeling a little more risque since the men's room incident, it seemed like Jase had to turn down the radio in order to study the blurred little dot on the side of the road. As they got closer he smiled, wiggling his eyebrows and saying, "Mm-m-m," in response to the barechested dude with the backpack, turning around frequently, with his thumb extended. Right now he didn't care how far Steve Majors was on, nor Philip's disappointment, if he had to stop caressing Steve's cock. He slowed, put his directional signal on and came to a halt just before the hitchhiker turned to do his advertising.
"Nice car," was the dude's first reaction.
He wasn't right out concerned where the dude was going, only to get the handsome guy in the car, asking, "Need a lift?"
Smiling, it was obvious, the guy saying, "I'm head to New York City, but I'll take a lift to anywhere you're going in between?"
Before Jase could approve it, Philip was there to intercept, "Hey, what's up?"
Direct, to the point, Jase replies, "This guy needs a ride to New York City and since we're there to we can give him a ride, right?"
For a minute Philip set aside his lust for men analyzed the dude from head to hip, then asks, "Where you coming from?"
"I hiked down 180 from Williamsport. Would you believe the whole time nobody would stop and give me a lift?"
Philip was surely analyzing the situation from a rather biased view, wondering who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to pick up such a fine lad, asks, "What's your name?"
"Adam Coopersmith."
"And why are you running away from home?"
"I didn't say I was running away from home," Adam replies.
Putting his two cents in, Jase yells at the open car door, "He's a preacher. Trust me. He knows stuff like this."
Looking over Philip's shoulder, Adam asks, "Who's the guy in the truck?"
"Him?" Philip straightens up and turns, almost running into Steve.
With his own set of questions, Steve asks, "Who's the teen-hunk?"
Philip scolds, "Stee-e-e-e-eve?"
"Oh! Did I say something wrong?"
No one could have been more pleased than Jase, upon hearing Adam reply, "It's okay. I'll take it as a compliment." While they had the subject of doubt on their minds, "Yeah, I'm runny away. Since I'm about to head off to college in a few months I figured it wouldn't hurt, but apparently it did, to clue my folks into me being gay. Pop didn't take it too well. In fact `not' well at all."
Philip was still analyzing.
Steve was still analyzing, but in a different mindframe.
Jase jokes, "So he kicked you out without a shirt on your back?"
"Nah. When I turned left at the junction to 80, it was so sunny I got hot and took it off. Come to think of it," he sheds the backpack and places it on the seat, "it `is' getting kind of chill."
Steve hated to see Adam feed his arms into his shirt, longsleeved, but at least the teen left it unbuttoned, view of his treasure-trailed bellyhole still in view.
"Done thinking yet, Philip?" Jase pressed the issue.
Philip replies, "Can't leave him thumbing all the way to the city."
Jase also says, "Are we going to go all the way to New York today?"
"Of course not," Philip replies, "and Steve has it all worked out for us, happens to know the owner of the Alpine Trail Motel!"
Meant to insinuate, Jase asks, "Oh? And when did you find time to do all that lookin' up?"
"Steve's GPS did it for us!" Philip looks at Jase across the empty seat. And then turning to Steve, "We all ready to get started?"
"Sure," Steve replies all nice and sweetly. "Just getting to know Adam here."
Separating the two, Philip ushers Adam towards his mustang, making it clear, "Well Adam is riding with Jase."
"Of course," Steve replies and giving his crotch a little hand tug, "wouldn't miss it for the world!"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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