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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'YoGA MaT' 23
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, Randy and Elton blinked eyes at the same time, Randy reaching out to stretch, Elton using the opportunity to move in closer.
"Had a good night," Elton tested the early morning waters, seeing if things ran luke warm.
Randy says, "yeah, me too."
Then, with a brief silence, time to think in sketchy detail, Randy says, "in fact, I had a really good night."
As fate has it, Elton's dog, who had been good all through the past night, not even a whimper, appears next to the bed, summoning the master.
"Gotta take fido out."
"That's his name? Fido?"
"No. His name is Rover. Sometimes he gets out from the backyard fence and roams the neighborhood, but always comes home."
"Then, shouldn't his name be Roamer?"
The two sat on the edge of the bed, until Elton makes his move.
"With that very poor joke, I guess I'll be heading home."
'There it is', Elton thought, a one-night-stand, "if you have to?"
It's then as Randy he sat there, chest all slimed up and dried crusty, "I suppose I could use your shower?"
"Or you could take a bath?"
Rationalizing, Elton knew a bath would take longer. So much more soothing, Randy could be still relaxing after taking Rover out and returning.
"I'd like that, but I'm opening shop for Mat this morning."
'Bummer,' Elton thought, "okay then, maybe we can get a bite to eat, later?"
It was slowly beginning to sink in, Elton thinking about them getting entwined in something of a relationship, but how distant or close.
Knowing Randy's thoughts, Elton says, "as friends of course?"
Elton felt like he had a pit in his throat, summarizing in his mind the sweet moments of last night.
"Of course," Randy agreed, but wasn't sure that he had just fibbed.
"Okay then," Elton says, in much less of a bright manner than when he awoke, "I'll see you later."
There was something lackluster missing, Randy thinking he owed Elton, so he walks over, takes him in his arms, kisses him, "I had a really good time last night."
Elton was bug-eyed, but his chin on Randy's shoulder, no one knew but him.
Clearing his throat, Elton says, "me too."
Breaking a small crevass between them, Randy, still in the buff, says, "how about we go out and grab something to eat tonight?"
Both maybe had the same inkling, was this to go on or for one, two, or three nights and then becoming ordinary neighbors and strangers.
"Or I could pick up some groceries. I've been learning to make some of Chef Geoff's restaurant recipes. We can save on the tip?"
"Sounds cool, El. I'd like that."
One last kiss and they were both out the door, Elton with Rover on his leash, Randy waring his briefs instead of holding them up to his pubes.
It was just as close, showering at El's place, as opposed to his own. After getting snagged by that off duty rookie yesterday, Randy at least held the briefs over his pubes. Down the steps, opening the gate, closing it behind him, springing open his own gate, up thet steps, Randy notices a black bike in front of the apartment, 'hm.'
Entering, all is quiet. He hangs his briefs on a ladderback chair. Either Nick has gone out jogging, or reported early to the Gay Pride Center. He finds neither one to be true.
Standing at the bedroom door, peering in at two long lumps in the bed, "isn't this sweet?"
Instead of getting a pot and ladle and banging the pan, he steps forward and like diving in a pool, crawls in, between both naked men, "rise'n'shine, boys!"
Nick and Kyle aren't laying that far apart, which has Randy fitting himself in snug, lying on his side. He chooses to face Kyle.
Opening his eyes, Kyle yells, "oh shoot!"
Randy jokes, "maybe later. My pistol is a little empty right now," he makes a point, a hand trying to bring back to life his deflated cock.
"Randy, you asshole," Nick says in a demonstrative tone, pulls on Randy's shoulder, climbing over.
Rolling over the sheets like a steamroller, Randy sets both feet on the floor, walks over to the drapes and pulls them open.
Both Nick and Kyle lay there, shielding their eyes, hurling obscenities.
"Oh my, looks like you two had a hard-rock night last night," Randy looks down upon the two, nips red as rubies.
Kyle asks, "what ungodly time of the morning is it?"
Nick says, "why, you have someplace to go?"
"I gotta go home and feed my goldfish," Kyle says.
A better idea, Nick says, "how about we shower and we'll both go feed it?"
"It's not an 'it', Nick, it's got a name, y'know?"
Randy inserts his opinion, "it's name isn't Rover, is it?"
While they had chatted it out, Randy took to holding up a pair of briefs, pulling the elastic side to side, stretching out a pattern of goldfish, "uh, ahem?"
Kyle, knowing Randy was making fun of him for having fish graphics patterned over and over, steals it out of his hands, almost turning it into a slingshot, only he catches it before it's airborne.
"Oh boy," Randy runs a hand over his face as if just washing. Of the shower, "anytime you boys are ready, I'll have the shower warming up."
Kyle says, "is he serious?"
"Nah," Nick lies, "Randy is a real joker. You'll find out."
It's then Kyle makes the connection, "oh, so I'll be seeing you again?"
"Not unless you didn't get your nips worked over enough last night?"
"Oh man," Kyle places both hands over his hairy pecs, "your fingers are like magic, Nick!"
"You didn't like the lip action?"
"Oh yeah, that too. In fact, I'd like to get more into it, if you're game?"
"I'm game, I'm game!"
Randy waves a hand, shooing away the idea of the double-man shower, while thinking his sex-making days are coming to a close.
In the shower, with warm water trickling over his bod, it's not Nick he's thinking about, but Elton. He backtracks, wondering if their time together was something of a premeditation or that they happened to both be just about naked, whereas anything could happen. And did!
Cleaning every surface of his almost smooth bod, Randy starts on the crevices and with soap gel in hand, starts cleaning his ass. At first there's a sting, but then the thought of Elton massaging his ass canal, his other hand goes for his cock. Never in his life he'd have thought, that voluntary sex, as opposed to being forced on him, would entail giving in to another man, to divide and conquer.
In a sweet reverie, stroking with a fever, he suddenly hears, "uh, Rand, how long you think you're gonna be, because Kyle and I are kind of sweaty?"
Nick was prolonging it, in order to hear what was going on behind the plastic curtain, "and being it's Saturday, want to go hiking?"
Randy was wise of that tactic, "might go faster if you were in here with me, with your lips wrapped around my monster erection?"
Looking towards the door, Kyle was waiting for him and pointing a finger to his own chest, mouths the words, 'me too?'
Nick got a hunch, "might go even faster, if you have two guys working you over, Rand?"
For certain, Nick was killing the moment, so Randy had to do something to resurrect what he set out to do, "whatever."
Kyle didn't need to be prompted, heading for the shower curtain, which Nick was holding open at one side.
"I've never done anything like this before. Like, where do you want me?"
Whereas a hand had been keeping himself stiff, Randy gets other ideas, "how about you get on the floor, ass up, Kyle?"
Nick goes on the defensive, "how about not, Rand?"
"Well, aren't we getting persnickety, Nick?"
Nick hated words not in his own vocabulary, which Randy had a knack of throwing it out there, "what does that mean again?"
Kyle says, "he means you're being picky."
What would go down in history as their first spat, "oh, so my fat dick isn't enough for you, Kyle?"
"No, Nick, that's not what I'm meaning at all. Fact is, I'd much rather have you doing me, sweet and slow like you did last night?"
That was enough to get Randy cookin', "you fucked Kyle, Nick?"
"You think you're God's gift to the fuck world of ass reaming, Rand?"
"No. That's not what I was saying."
With puzzlement, Randy watches as Nick grabs Kyle's arm and leads them out.
To himself, Randy says, "I wonder if it was something I said?"
Then he realizes Nick, in his fury to get him and Kyle out, left the shower curtain on the outside of tub wall, "oh shit, Nick!"
Instead of continuing where he left off, which trying to get another hard on was in shambles, Randy hops over the wall, grabs the rattan hamper and dumps it out on the floor, to sop up the flood of water. In doing so he looks down, sees something. Reaching down he pulls from the mosaic of laundry and wetness a pair of briefs. Holding it up, it's riddled with holes. Not that, but the fact Nick never chooses to get rid of it, being it was the first item of clothing Randy tore off Nick, before going hog-wild on his ass. Sitting on the tub wall, the wet brief in hand, Randy dwells on that first time, which had been at the deli department of the grocery store Nick worked at. In the back room, among the stock of ham, beef and cheese, after de-pantsing Nick, Randy tore at the brief till it gave way to expose that beautiful, hairy ass.
It's then, instead of getting hard, with remembering when he had Nick up against the wall, he laments, "where did I go wrong," meaning he's thinking he's lost Nick.
Then a ray of hope flooded Randy's mind, hearing movement in the room outside the bath, "Nick, is that you?"
"No, it's me, El."
"El? But how did you."
"I tried the front door and it wasn't locked. You shouldn't really be doing that, Randy. Anyone could try the knob, find it unlocked and walk in?"
Whereas El just proved his point!
"I thought you were going out to exercise or something?" Randy throws the wet brief aside.
"I was, did, but was passing by the fruit stand and saw these beautiful blueberries and thought how nice a muffin they would make. You like blueberry muffins?"
Right now, in the 'feeling-sorry-for-himself' state he was in, "I do. With a nice hot mug of coffee."
El wasn't oblivious to what was hanging down between Randy's knees, "well, if you're done there, I can see about pulling some breakfast together, if you'll direct me to your coffee stash?"
Randy gets up, without an attempt to cover up, "sure."
As they walk from the wet room, El says, "oh, by the way, either you or Nick, you're terrible housekeepers."
"Oh yeah. Nick, he's terrible at it. Leaves his laundry all over the place."
"My mom used to say, there's a proper place for everything, but also wise to say, she was not going to be the one to make sure it gets there. The irony of it all, she did pick up after me, but not without me standing there. And, if I wanted to get someplace I better pitch in and help. Soon I learned to do it in the first place, without involving mom, and in that way I wasted less time. You get what I mean?"
It left El standing there with the sack of blueberries, gazing at Randy's full frontal, sexual facade.
"I know exactly what you mean," Randy closes the gap between them. "Smart mom."
Thoughts of Nick's underwear was off his mind, as El became his main focus.
But then he was hit with the question, "by the way, not which it's any of my business, but I was wondering something?"
"No problem. I don't have much that is secret. Go ahead, El, ask."
"Is Nick your boyfriend, or soulmate, or? The reason I ask is, I just saw him and Kyle out front and they looked, 'together'?"
There, it was out on the table.
"At first it looked that way, but then what it came down to, we were there for each other, mainly in a sexual sense. Love? Other then the love friends have for each other, there wasn't anything really serious to our being together. Is there something you're getting at, El?"
Only in his dreams would El ever share moments of his life with a hunk such as Randy.
"Yes. I mean, not really," El was chickening out, but then hit with reality, "dammit, Randy, I'm not saying I love you, but I like you and I hope we can really get to know each other."
Randy smiles. Placing hands on the tops of El's shoulders, he soothes him with touch and words, "don't be so hard on yourself. Maybe you're not the only one discovering things."
Little did Randy know it, if he could view life from a bird in a tree, he would see he wasn't that hip teenager, college aged boy, but more a man, who for once in his life was deciding with whom he was choosing to spend life with. When he places his lips on El's, it was like something warm inside was lighting up his life in a new way.
"Wow, you sure are s good kisser, Randy."
"You didn't discover that last night?"
El thought about it, "last night? I was just getting to know you Randy. This morning, I'm looking not only at you, but myself, in a new way."
Randy was getting it, "yeah, me too."
The small kitchen wasn't big enough for how they were connecting now, and it was not Randy, but El paving the way to what would become a love to stand up for all time, "I hope you're as serious about me, as I am right now?"
"Of course," Randy admits, "for once in my life I'm feeling it in my chest and not between my legs."
"Oh darn," El smiles.
Randy smiles, "well, I guess I am feeling it there too!"
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Sherman was feeling a little lost, with Daan gone. He thought for sure they had made a connection. But then, there it was, himself getting ahead of himself again. It's happened before, chocking it up to wishful thinking, in love, when it's been a one-sided affair, the other party not really showing interest.
"Oh well," Sherman keys the door to what will be his new line of work.
"Hey, there, wait a minute!"
Turning back around, Sherman sees this roly-poly of a man chasing up the driveway, "we're not open yet. I mean, not open-open. But if you check across the drive, the yoga studio has coupons for new members."
He wasn't that wasted away, carrying a small boulder under the front of his shirt, "oh no, I'm not here to workout. I'm here for a job."
Sherman couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry. All of our personal training positions have been filled."
He gets Randy's joke, "personal training. Yeah, Right. No, no, it's not that. I have a proposition for you."
"Really? What kind of proposition would that be?"
"Oh," he stops, smiles, "you know who I am?"
Sherman was more confused than acknowledgeable, "no. Should I?"
Extending a hand, he says, "Chef Geoff ring a bell?"
No bells were going off, but for certain Sherman, who could get a little frisky with short, hot bear-types, was experiencing some electrical charge, "uh, no. Sorry."
At least the chef felt he had made an impression, Sherman, who he already knew was the gym manager, was not throwing him out to the curb, "that's okay. Not everyone has. My Tv show has just come on the air."
"Tv show? Now isn't that impressive."
"Yes. It's new, but catching on."
It also was an in, for Sherman to open the cracked opening of the door, "why don't you come in? I'd like to hear about it, Geoff."
What impressed Geoff, Sherman remembered his name!
One detail Geoff was leaving out, which he had hoped in the introduction stage, mentioning he were gay, would draw Sherman out of the closet, if indeed he were at all hiding in there for a reason. He had heard rumors.
"Welcome to my gym. Well, not all mine as of right now, but I hope, within a year's time I can buy the lease out from Mat. Mat owns the yoga studio across the way."
Unknowing to Sherman, as he was walking in, explaining things, lagging behind was Geoff, who had taken the seclusion to undo a few buttons of his shirt, so he could give any onlooker the full benefit of his hairy chest, which he hoped might lead to other things.
"That's great Sherman. I hope your dream comes true."
Turning around, Sherman did happen to notice something different about Geoff, but the initial one, "wait. I didn't tell you my name. How did you."
"Um, before I got here I kind of checked you out. I hope you don't mind?"
From a short distance Geoff looked to be about his height, but as Sherman closes up the gap, he was about three to four inches shorter, "no," he takes a chance, "I don't mind at all you've undone the buttons of your shirt."
Geoff was whacked out of his gourd, Sherman taking the next button in his hands and disengaging it.
"So, you do know I'm gay?"
"Nope," Sherman says, cutting off the 'pe' real sharp, "but how could I not pickup on this hint?"
They almost came shoulder to shoulder. Geoff not knowing what to say or do, so did nothing, except look down at those magnificent slow hands, unbutton the next one.
"I hope you're okay with this," Sherman yanks Geoff's shirt out of his pants and then undoes the last button.
"Not. At. All," he's bewildered.
Pulling the shirt back over Geoff's shoulders, Sherman remarks, "sweet," immediately uses both hands to feel up all that lush, dark hair covering the chef's pecs, the rounded stomach and unashamed, begins to unbuckle the belt.
"Oh man, you work fast, Sherman."
"Yeah, man, like, you're kind of lagging way behind?"
Really, Geoff was kind of a newbie at flirting and unbuttoning those three buttons of his own shirt, with purpose to lure Sherman in, "I'm kind of shy I guess."
"You're joking, right?"
He left Geoff's belt hanging open, but didn't touch the button and zipper.
Geoff made a movement with his mouth, like he was looking for the exact words to explain himself, "um, like, y'see, a lot of people are now assuming I'm gay and I'm not sure I want to be pressured into coming out, just because people are expecting it."
"So, I'm the first person to ever react to rumors, and take charge of bringing you out into a brand new world for yourself?"
Geoff smiles, "you put it quite beautifully, Sherman."
"Thanks."
However things seemed to be at a stalemate, which then had Geoff thinking, it was he who started all this and why was he putting up such a fuss, he reaches forward, "would it be okay if I..."
Sherman stood there like superman, hands on his hips, a previous pose from wondering what to make of all of this, "do what your heart is telling you."
It made Geoff think of the kindness given to such a novice of a man, "thank you."
Smiling, Sherman thinks of the very same moment, when he was too shy to even make the first move, "take your time," which looking up at the clock over the doorway, if this were a time when the gym would be open, he wouldn't have the time to allow Geoff's hands to explore his tee shirt.
Seeing a bird fly by, Sherman is glad it wasn't a delivery truck or even a patrol car, which often used the drive to shortcut to the side street during heavy traffic on the main road.
"Y'know, maybe we should continue this in the back?"
It's then Geoff began to get 'cold feet', withdrawing hands, making like he was washing the guilt off, then began rebuttoning his shirt, "another time, perhaps?"
Sherman had been there, done that, "you're running away, Geoff."
His hand freezes on the set of button, buttonhole, Geoff looking up at Sherman, "I know you're right, but maybe I'm not ready."
Taking Geoff's hand, Sherman says, "out here in the open of all this glass, one could see how nerve-racking it can be, to do something that's been hidden all your life. Come in the back. If we don't get past removing our clothes, we can at least talk about it?"
He took Sherman's hand, the bear led away, "why are you going to all this trouble, when you can just let me go?"
Pulling Geoff into the room, an office with only a security window close to the ceiling, Sherman says, "If I were to let you go, then some other man will have the opportunity to get to know such a handsome man."
"Handsome?" Geoff questions with a laugh, "no one has ever called me that."
"You're kind of young-looking to have a Tv show?"
"Actually, it's on YouTube, but someday my hopes are to share my recipes and cooking with the real world."
Sitting on the ledge of his desk, Sherman says, "you have some good goals for a young man?"
Geoff knew Sherman was fishing, "I'm twenty years old, but I'm not going to allow age to keep me from doing what the, no pun intended, seasoned chefs do."
Standing there, things seem to slow down, so Sherman picks up the rhythm, "by the way, your shirt is buttoned wrong?"
He had only buttoned one of the eyelet in his shirt, which turns out, as Geoff looks down upon himself, "oh. Yeah."
Button number four had been buttoned to eyelet number three, of which Sherman says, "if you come over here, I'll fix it for you?"
Geoff knew that wasn't going to happen, but at least he felt better about anything that would come of it, in the enclosed room and not wide open foyer.
"You don't have to be shy and if you don't like the way things go, you saw for yourself the door is unlocked?"
"Right," Geoff says, taking the initiative to shuffle forward, his crotch almost to Sherman's knees.
A surprise move on Sherman's behalf, he says, "your turn to unbutton me!"
"But your shirt doesn't have any buttons."
"No, it doesn't, does it?" Sherman instead of all this waiting around, grabs the tails of his gym shirt, whipping it off overhead.
"Wow. You're ripped!"
"Well, you going to stand there all morning and admire my ripped-ed-ness?"
Geoff had been doing that thing with his hands, like washing with soap, which Sherman thought of as nervousness, "go ahead. I know you want to."
He had returned his hands to his desk, one at each side of his thighs. His bod was left wide open for Geoff to explore.
"It's okay if I?"
Sherman nods to give him to go ahead.
Reaching out, Geoff reaches forward with one hand, feeling Sherman's ribcage, "you sure are lean."
When both hands were on his bod, Sherman reaches up and caresses Geoff's shoulders, which has his shirt coming off. Catching it, he places it on the desk next to him.
Geoff had felt this, which the air hitting his back and chest, had him stop a moment.
"If you're not comfortable at any time, Geoff, feel free to stop what you're doing."
His voice was so soft, so accomodating, Geoff could not stop. In fact, he wanted to move forward, "I don't know if I'm doing this right, but..."
Taking Sherman by the sides of his bod, Geoff leans in and kisses Sherman's lips. Just once, he backs off, "is that okay to do?"
"Uh, yeah, but do I get anymore, or just one?"
It really hit Geoff, when he slips arms in between Sherman's arms and bod, caressing his back, bringing their bods into a full hug, "oh-h, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this to a man."
Sherman felt Geoff wasn't going to run away, with the same caressing arms, adding sweet little kisses to his neck, the scruffy beard, hardly what you would call it that.
They remain there for a few minutes, holding each other, till Geoff notices something, "I didn't mean to do that."
"Do what?"
"Touch you, down there?"
"Oh yeah," Sherman smiles, "they call it a 'tent'."
Geoff loosens up, smiles back, "right. I can see why. Um, like, did you get hard because of me?"
Rather than dwell on himself, Sherman says, "yeah and I can see the effect I have on you!"
Rather than gym clothes, Geoff had on denim jeans, which looked like something firce was tearing at the zipper!
"Yeah, I kind of was feeling it come on. What do we do next?"
"You really are 'green'."
"Huh?"
Sherman says, "you know, like an apple before it ripens, meaning you don't know much about how all this gay stuff goes?"
Sheepishly, feeling flush, Geoff says, "am I weird?"
"Shut up," Sherman takes Geoff's hand, "you're no different than a lot of young men."
Geoff than offers up, "well, here's another weird thing, that other than the locker room at school, I've seen a man's dick, but never touched one."
By this time, it wasn't phasing Sherman in a shocking way, "well, now it's your chance?"
Geoff hoped his words would conclude with this result, "only, I'm not sure if I'm ready for it."
"What I am sure of," Sherman says, feeling it, "is if I don't do something about this erection, I'm going to have to change this clean pair of gym pants I put on this morning."
Instead of backing away, Geoff gets the nerve to move closer, "would it be okay if I touched you?"
Sherman sucks his teeth, thinking that they've already covered this subject, but cutting some slack, "any time you want to dig right in Geoff. Oh, and don't be shy."
"Will you do the same for me?"
"You had to ask?" Sherman shares a little laughter on the subject.
Things didn't go too fast.
"Here," Sherman stands, "let me make it easier for you."
Taking the waist hem of his gym pants, he peels them down, allowing them to fall to his sneakers.
"Wow, it even looks bigger!"
It threw a smile to Sherman's lips, the the honesty of Geoff's face.
"I have to admit, it's partially due to the affect you're having on me, Geoff?"
Geoff wasn't out of sorts with everything, smiling back at Sherman, "thanks for being gentle with me."
"Why shouldn't I? Isn't that the way sex should be?"
"Oh, are we going to have sex?"
"Only if you want to. Right now though, I don't know about you, but I'm loving the foreplay."
"Foreplay?"
Sherman reacts, dropping his jaw.
"I told you I'm weird about gay stuff."
"I'd rather think of it as you just don't know and I'm glad you are being brave right now, Geoff, to do a little exploring. It doesn't mean we have to have to get naked and fuck with each other, if you catch my drift?"
"I've always wanted to have sex with a guy, but I've wanted it to the right guy."
"Everyone has a different opinion regarding what that is. Mind telling me yours?"
"Are you sure you're not a shrink?"
"I've had a lot of courses in psychology. I feel it's one of my greatest strengths, knowing how to deal with people."
"Am I being a good patient?"
"I'd rather think of us as equals, man to man."
"So, what I do to you, you're going to do to me?"
"If I feel it's right, Geoff. I'm not going to force anything on you."
Sherman couldn't have been making it any easier on Geoff, not with his gym pants at his ankles and his hardness hanging in the balance of his briefs, which because his shaft had swelled up into peak performance condition, it yanked his briefs down to where the elastic band hung on the bridge of his hard cock.
"Okay, here goes nothing."
Not which Sherman would mind, being on his knees before a twenty year old, knowing he wasn't getting any younger with the increase of years, but it was going better than if he had planned it.
"Are you sure about this, Sherman?"
An aspect of this spur of the moment togetherness, Geoff had mentioned what he was looking for. A relationship, at this moment, Sherman was thinking beyond the here and now, that something more could be in his future. Geoff wasn't the most remarkable, handsomest of men, but that never was one of the virtues a man had to be composed of.
"You know?"
"What?" Sherman was getting edgy.
"Down here on my knees," whereas Geoff sat there a-thinking-and-a-staring, "you look bigger than standing and looking down?"
Sherman almost caught himself whimpering, an inner emotion wanting things to progress faster than it was going now, but he was patient, "is that so?"
It was kind of cute, actually, as Sherman looked down upon the scene unfolding, Geoff sitting there on his knees, shaft still in the package of his briefs, hands placed on the thighs, looking his pubic region over much like a doctor examining his patient.
Taking a deep breath, Geoff says, "okay. Well, here goes nothing."
But it wasn't 'nothing', Geoff reaching out, taking Sherman's hard shaft like it was a hard object, lifting it up, "first, we need to get this out of the way," sure enough, exposing Sherman's big sacs. "Gee, I hope I'm doing this right?"
Sherman didn't wish to resort to force, but his boiling balls was getting the best of him, "just get on 'em, Geoff?"
Geoff didn't fight the feeling of Sherman's hand on the back of his head, smooshing his face right into the pocket of his pubes, the soft meat colliding with lips.
Now that he had done it, it occurs to Sherman again, that this is Geoff's first time, "oh, I'm so sorry I did that," he relaxes his hand.
With good attitude, Geoff says, "no, no, I'm glad you did it. I mean, we could be here all day, with the way I am!"
That shaggy haircut, surrounding the bearded chin, it hit Sherman like a freight train, "you can't be responsible for who you are, if you've never experienced true sex, Geoff."
"Oh man, I wish I were as smart as you about all this stuff, Sherman."
However, the day was progressing and soon workmen would be tapping on the front door to put the finishing touches on the gym.
Hastening the action, Sherman reaches out a hand, to which Geoff takes and is hoisted to his feet.
"Are you ready for the real action?"
"I am, but like I said."
"I know, the relationship thing. At your age I wish I had the forsight to know what I wanted."
Geoff looks Sherman in the eyes, "exactly how old are you?"
"Twenty-four, almost twenty-five. Too old for you?"
Shrugging both shoulders, Geoff says, "I never looked at a relationship, limiting it to a guy my age, or even," he leaves his thought a blank.
"A black man?"
Showing it didn't matter to him, Geoff takes both hands, rubs Sherman's bod from the sides of his poundcakes, down the sides of his bod, "race has nothing to do with it. I think you're beautiful, Sherman."
Maybe his balls were beckoning him on, to get to the leather couch in his office, but right now, both eyes were scouting out Geoff, "you're kind of hot looking, yourself, you know?"
"And you're okay with an Italian guy?"
"Hey, you're a chef, right?"
"Yeah?" Geoff questioned his motives.
"You must be a dynamite Italian chef then?"
"You like Italian food?"
Peering down between them, Sherman says, "I like all kinds of food!"
Then he did what crossed his mind five minutes ago, that if this relationship ever intended on getting on the road, takes Geoff's hand and leads him over to the sofa, "here, lay down."
"Really? I thought if I was going to service you, you should be the one stretched out?"
"I probaby haven't watched as many porn videos as you have. Life is not in sync with how men play out roles. At least not for me."
Geoff was nervous, but was going with every one of Sherman's suggestions, sitting, placing his legs up as his back fell into the cavity of the leather couch.
"What's next," Geoff looks up at Sherman.
Putting an end to what could be Geoff's endless barrage of inquiry, Sherman places his index finger to the twenty year old's lips, "shhhh. Quiet now."
"Okay," Geoff made it his last words, except for all the compliments given when Sherman began his love-making ritual.
The only exception was when Sherman climbs on top of the sofa, straggling his pair of legs, did Geoff comment, "wow, I thought you would be me."
"Huh?" Sherman says, but then, instead of this developing into another 'talking it out' session, "just go with it, right?"
"Right," Geoff goes with it, relaxed, going with whatever comes next.
Up next, Sherman finally rids Geoff of his briefs, which was quite tight to the lad's hips, due to the way it was all packed in there.
"Butt up?" Sherman gives direction, removing Geoff's briefs from the tall erection.
Not which he was afraid, Geoff was slowly giving in to trust, "okay," digs heels into the sofa and lifts his ass.
Sherman didn't dig in and swallow Geoff up. Instead he lay down flat, covering up, bod to bod, "no turning back," he breaks silence.
Geoff thought that was already water under the bridge, that they were already into the full-fledged throes of man-sex, and showing he was ready for it, "okay. I trust you."
Then, as Sherman fully lays down on top of Geoff, he utters, "I think!"
Sherman smiles, sealing Geoff's lips with his own.
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"I had a good time last night. No wait, I had a really great time last night. In fact..."
"Will you just shut up about it and show me, Kyle?"
Even though Nick is four years younger, he's the one taking the reins, leading the way.
"Oh sure. I suppose I'm a little nervous."
"Nervous, Kyle? By the way you were all over me in bed last night, I hardly would think that the case?"
"No, it's not anything to do with you, Nick."
"I wasn't thinking that. It's just that you're acting so reluctant with me, as if what we had going last night, was meant to be 'last night'."
When jogging this morning, they Kyle had followed Nick's lead, ducking into the picnic park, which hadn't been used in years, for purposes of eating 'food' spread out on a blanket. Guys brought their own blankets, or a peak moments during the day, just stripped down and did without, mingling with the grass, or laying their spur-of-the-moment partner's back to a picnic table.
With Nick lying there in the grass next to him, both shirtless, Kyle says, "there's kind of an explanation for all this."
Speaking his mind, Nick says, "as to why you're suddenly turned off towards me?"
"Not at all. It's just that," he looks around the mostly grass-high place they are laying, "now that I'm going to the academy I've got to be on my best behavior."
Wanting to get it own, Nick says, "I think you're behaving rather well, Kyle!"
"There's a difference between sex and reality. It was something like this that could have put an end to my reputation."
"Hm, you have a reputation?"
"Just listen?"
"I'm listening," Nick says, but still toys with Kyle's nip.
"The whole reason I got into the academy was because of a kind police officer, who didn't turn me in for...well, it's water under the bridge now."
However, Nick's interest had piqued, "oh? Keeping secrets from me already, Kyle?"
With his words, Nick had given Kyle's nip a squeezing twist, "owch!"
Nick smiles.
Holding his poundcake, Kyle analyzes his purple nip, for the damaging results from the sting.
"Oh," Nick gets sweet, "want me to kiss it and make it better?"
A scratchy picnic table top wasn't the ideal place for reversing a man's bod, Nick holding Kyle's so as he didn't topple over the edge and as best he could, crock his neck to place his lips at the nip he zinged his fingertip and thumb with.
After the sweet gesture, Kyle feels his rigid nip, "doesn't feel any better!"
Nick could tell Kyle was fibbing, "so much for tender loving care then," he lays back down on the woody table, and they take to looking up at the trees.
"Anyhow, you wanted to know, about how I almost got arrested?"
Like playing hard to get, Nick senses Kyle wanting to offer, which he was taken aback by the trust about to be instilled in him, "I promise not to tell another living soul," he x-his hairy chest with a fingertip.
"You better not!"
With that, whether it was a tactic for getting even, or that they had already found pleasure in tweaking each others' nips, Kyle spots a pec spot on Nick's fuzzy chest and goes for it.
"Ow, Kyle!"
Kyle laughs, "sorry. I just couldn't help resist the temptation."
Nick, knowing he had reacted, looks down upon himself, "right, but now look what you've gone and done!"
Even though four years older, Kyle looked upon Nick as an alpha figure, "oh, well then, I suppose you'll have to punish me for my misdoings?"
Doing a situp, Nick says, "ever hear the saying, 'be careful what you wish for'?"
"Bring it on!"
Shirtless, the condition after they had arrived at the defunct picnic grove, Nick was to prove a reason for getting off the table and laying Kyle down.
"Owch!"
"What? I haven't touched you yet?"
Last night, Kyle had arrived on his bike, on his way home from work at the precinct. At the time he was in full uniform. After he and Nick had made out and gotten serious with each other over the course of the night, the next morning he was loaned a tee shirt. Pants, trying on a pair of Nick's, it didn't fit right, so he put back on his uniform pants.
Sitting up, Kyle says, after reaching behind him, "I know," about the touching, "but I am really looking forward to it."
From behind he unlatches from memory, the small pouch which contains the implement used for binding a disorderly person.
"Hm, what have we here?" Nick steals it out of Kyle's hand.
Knowing Nick's intentions, not which it wouldn't be the first time he's had his own hancuffs affixed around his wrists, "the key is in the case."
Taking the metal cuffs out, they unfold and dangle, "hm, I could've used these last night."
Hinting, Kyle says with a smile, "you can use them now, unless you want to use them tonight?"
Nick hadn't thought that far ahead to the future, "tonight? Yeah," he acts like it was part of a carefully crafted plan, "that's what I thought."
Only, no matter how he tries, he can't get the circular parts lined up, in order to fit back in.
"Give it here."
In seconds Kyle has the cuffs folded and packed away, saying, "I hope you haven't lost it?"
"It?" Nick says. "Oh. That. Nope. Still ready, able and willing," he holds the bulge in his pants.
Feeling up himself, Kyle says, "I think I've lost it, a little."
Joking, Nick remarks, "well, I never saw a guy who was so damn proud of what he's packing!"
From top to bottom or bottom to top, labels didn't work for this pair, Kyle saying, "well, damn, Nick, if you don't hurry get at it, my spunk is going to wind up in my pants and not up your ass!"
"Oh," Nick dwelt on it. "But last night," it left him speechless, thinking how awesome it was, ramming his eight inches right up between Kyle's legs.
"Yeah, I hope you're okay that I like to switch it up?"
Nick was loving it. When with Randy, he got spoiled, always being the one to have his ass filled to the hilt. Of the frills, "does that mean I get to wear the cuffs, officer?"
Being six-foot-two, when Kyle sat up, his legs cave right over the edge of the table, bringing him perfectly into Nick's arms, "we're going to get along all right. Now hurry up and get your tool in my ass."
"But you said."
"I know, but you waited so long, and looking upon that tent in your pants, made me change my mind."
Nick didn't know if he could take all this switching around, but time would probably tell and for one thing, right now, here, in this time and place, he had an urge that needed taking care of.
Regardless of top, bottom, up or down, each got busy unbuckling belts, pushing pants down, kicking off shoes, Nick with sneakers, stepping out, dropping briefs and taking on positions.
Watching Kyle lay down on the table, he winced once or twice, the scratchy surface against his back, him saying, "no pain, no gain, I guess."
With his shaft at full maximum, Nick says, "you've got that right, officer!"
Kyle gets in a position of his own choosing, Nick saying, "okay. Doggy style it is!"
Kneeling on the table, knee-walking up to Kyle's hole, "next time, Kyle, can you pick a smoother picnic table?"
Neither had to worry about that, a man stepping out from behind a bush, "well isn't this sweet, Officer Harrison?"
Nick sprung backwards off the table, at the sight of the policeman standing there in their prescence, "oh shit!"
Kyle relaxes his legs, allowing them to stretch straight out, but it did nothing to make his tall shaft from sticking towards the sky. At the sight of the cop approaching, he places a hand over it, "oh hi there, Patrick. Trust me, it's not how it looks."
Nick skips the briefs and steps into his pants, pulling them up, acknowledging, "you know each other?"
"Yeah, it's not how it looks, 'Patrick'," Nick giggles like a school girl.
Skipping over the beef he has with Kyle, Patrick says to Nick, "have we met?"
"Briefly," Nick smiles, crazy over the police uniform, "here and there, most likely at the pride center. That's where I work."
By the time Nick reaches the end of his sentence, Patrick is there in front of him, Kyle to the side, still sitting on the edge of the picnic table.
"Uh, Patrick?"
Putting a hand to Kyle's bare shoulder, Patrick says, "hold that thought there a minute."
"Right," Patrick makes a connection, "you're with that guy, Raymond?"
"Randy."
"Right. Randy."
Nick goes off on a limb, knowing Patrick is gay, "say, have you ever been involved in any s&m scenes?"
Patrick certainly knew what the abbreviation meant, based on how many times some drunk guy he was arresting, asked to be cuffed to a pipe and worked over. "I might be," which is an attempt to find an opening with Nick, to slip in, since he suddenly had this infatuation come over him.
Kyle couldn't hold it in any longer, "really, Patrick, then why didn't you say something to me?"
He did finally address Kyle, "because you didn't ask?"
Nick laughs out loud, "I guess he's got you, Kyle!"
"Really, Nick? And I thought maybe we had made a connection."
"Connection?" Patrick smiles, placing a hand on Kyle's shoulder once more, "I thought maybe I broke up that connection?"
The two thought of themselves as being funny, but not so musch Kyle, and seeing an opportunity, takes the cuffs he had on him, places one over Patrick's wrist, clikcing it shut!
"What the fuck, Kyle?"
It gave him leverage, jumping off the edge of the picnic table, rounding back of Patrick's ass and before any other protests could be had, cuffs the other wrist.
"You've got to be kidding me, Harrison," suddenly things going south for Patrick.
Nick approaches the situation, "I think you look kind of sexy, officer."
Touching the front of Patrick's uniform, in an attempt to undo one button of his shirt, he backs away. Not getting far, Kyle blocks the cop, wrists cuffed behind his back.
Kyle, with some mischief in him, says, "Patrick's not on duty, which makes him an ordinary guy."
Looking over his shoulder, Patrick demands, "if you still want to be wearing a uniform, you'll remove these cuffs right away, Harrison!"
Instead of a button, Nick goes for the cop's belt.
"What do you think you're doing, Nick?"
While Nick was busy with the belt, Kyle reaches in between Patrick's arms and bod and like Patrick would dress himself in the morning, getting ready for work, Kyle begins to unbutton his shirt, "oh c'mon, Patrick. Play along."
Patrick was off duty and Kyle knew this. Nick, his balls were beginning to warm up, so he didn't care either way, "yeah, Patrick, play along."
No which he thought the pair would try any s&m on him, just have some sexy little fun, he lightens up, but still commands with that alpha voice, "this has gone far enough, boys."
Kyle, who has thought of Patrick as a mentor, suddenly takes on the mentoring role, "really, Pat? I'd rather think things haven't gone the distance. Hey, like you taught me when in a situation, go with it until you can find a way out?"
"Oh shit," Patrick says, "did I say that?"
He bit a lip when Nick, not using extreme force, but gently unzips his pants, instead of sensing danger, feels excitement sensors kick in, a pulsing in his balls.
Suddenly, nothing is keeping his pants from falling to his knees, Patrick saying, "now the two of you are in deep shirt, unless you stop this!"
The twenty-four and twenty-eight year olds were too much past the point of no return, Kyle grabbing the elastic waistline of Patrick's briefs and pulling them down over his butt, "oh man, this is definitely worth getting canned!"
Nick jokes, "oh wait, the front of Patrick's briefs are caught on something!"
Patrick knew they were exciting his senses, but what he didn't realize, what
Nick finds, "damn, Kyle, looks like we've got ourselves a raging hardon in progress!"
Standing, pulling on Patrick's arm to get a look, flings his bod around to where his ass butts the end of the picnic table.
Feeling free to handle it, Nick says, "now we're really in for it."
"I forget what code it's under, but assaulting a police officer can get jail time, Nick."
"Oh well," Nick says, running his hand under Patrick's 8-inch tube, "looks like we're headed to Alcatraz."
Patrick had lost all feelings of animosity towards the two and instead of the history lesson Kyle was giving Nick on the rise and fall of Alcatraz, "uh, you want to get on with whatever it is you're going to do to me? I've got a tv dinner waiting for me at home."
The atmosphere had turned from something fiercely brutal, Nick taking the upper hand, "shame, when we're going to dine on sausage and meatballs!"
At this point, Patrick had certainly hoped so!
He had already backed up to the side of the picnic table and knowing there wasn't any danger ahead, leans back, which makes his pubes jut out, "don't fight over me now, boys!"
Leaning back a bit further, the shirt falls off his shoulders, revealing a light brown chest of fur, from under the chin, rounding his pecs. A thin trail finds its way down his abs, connecting with a moderately deep innie, tiger trail from there to where Nick has begun lick.
Kyle complains, "hey, you wanna save some for me, Nick?"
"There's plenty here for both of us?"
Kyle didn't deny that, Patrick's big balls matching his big shaft, "if you say so."
He wasn't arguing, feeling his own growth in his pants, Kyle bending a head to taste an orb.
"Ouch, Kyle!"
They had butted heads, "sorry."
"Can you guys just sort your differences out later?"
Even though wrists were bound behind his back, at any time Patrick could have overpowered the pair, having cupped fingers under the edge of the table. Instead of being in any kind of real trouble, he knew the outcome was going to be good.
As they worked his balls and shaft, Patrick reflected back on one of them mentioning s&m and since he was feeling the pleasure of their ministrations, "so, which one of you is going to sit on my dick when the time comes?"
Both heads pop up, Nick saying, "of course that would be me."
"Oh? Is that right, Nick?"
Nick says to Kyle, "think about it, wouldn't you feel terrible, working with a superior who fucked you?"
Patrick says, "won't bother me."
Kyle pushes Patrick's chest, "stay out of this," causing him to fall backwards, back to the table, forcing legs to open wide.
Since Nick had taken the initiative to start this chain of events, he felt 'due', "how about Patrick fucks me and I fuck you?"
For sure, Kyle had never fucked anyone and before they all lost their cool, "okay."
Patrick says, "sounds like a plan, but in order to put my best in, I'll need my wrists unshackled?"
With a show of force, his fingers under the edge of the table, it casts Patrick upwards and onto his feet.
He looks back and forth, "so, which one of you are going to do the honors?"
"Kyle, key him."
"But I don't have the key. You were the one taking the cuffs out."
Patrick, a little worried, turns his head, "well Nick, what about it?"
"Must've fallen on the ground," the two dive to their knees and begin to search.
When they don't come up with anything, Patrick threatens, "I'm definitely going to have to do some s&m to you two."
Both stop searching, Nick looking up, "really?"
Kyle says, "let's stop searching!"
With more worry, Patrick says, "search, guys!"
They searched every blade of grass around the picnic table, still coming up empty.
"I don't know what to say," Kyle says.
Nick fills the void, "we'll both be saying plenty when Patrick whips our asses!"
"Really? Cool!"
"Only one thing to do," Patrick says, "the locksmith over at the hardware store."
"Can't you use some cutters?"
"No, Nick," Kyle says.
Making reparations, Nick and Kyle pull Patrick's briefs up, Nick with the pleasure of stuffing his meat back in. Kyle felt bad vibes about redressing Patrick, so Nick finishes pulling up pants, zipping them, fixing the belt buckle in place.
All the way back to Patrick's car, which was his own personal vehicle, he threatens them for their stupidity. Obviously, he could not drive his car.
"Um, the keys?" Kyle says.
"Pants pocket."
While searching, Kyle's hands nudges up against something, "well, you certainly had some erection going, Patrick."
"Yeah, well you put a dent in my car, and you'll never be able to have an erection again!"
Nick says, "you better keep it under 25, Kyle, for safety sake!"
Not to mention, when they get to the locksmith, the guy on shift, Jed, about the same age as Patrick, thirty-seven, doesn't get along with him, saying, "if I do this for you, you're going to be owing me big time!"
As Jed works behind his back, "exactly what is it you're looking for Jed?"
Jed didn't know who Kyle is, never met Nick, "being you were out by the picnic grove, I can think of two good reasons why?"
Dark hair, beard, the length of a billy-goat, he did have beautiful eyes, as Nick was studying the man, "I'd be more than happy to help my friend Patrick out of this predicament."
Getting the nudge from Nick, Kyle says, "sure. Anything I can do to help?"
With both hands free, rubbing his wrists, Patrick says, "trust me, you don't want to mess with Jed, guys."
"Oh come on, Patrick, me and the boys will be gentle on them."
"Yeah, right, Jed and I'll have an ambulance standing by."
Nick stands up for them both, "I think it might be cool. Exactly what did you have in mind, Jed?"
Walking over to Nick, standing about a foot taller, he looks down at him, "depends on what you boys want to get into. Flogging? Assplay? Nip play? Enough for starters."
Kyle says, "you ever do any gut-punching?"
"I think one of the boys owns a pair of boxing gloves."
Standing there, listening, as he buttons up his shirt, Patrick thinks about it, concludes, "well, none of this is going to come about unless I'm present."
"Of course," Jed says, "we could always use an extra bottom!"
He was laughing, but Patrick wasn't, "wrong!"
One of Nick's concerns, "uh, will we be getting in on any oral?"
Jed laughs his ass off, before calming down, "you'll be doing so much sucking, you won't be any to speak for a week, with the sore throats you'll be left with!"
Patrick had a guilty feeling and certainly was not going to leave them in Jed's hands and let them fend for themselves, "which won't be the case."
Saying all plans are to go through him, giving Jed his cell number, that's all Patrick talked about on the way from here to there, "you have to be careful what you wish for with characters like Jed."
Nick says, "he seemed okay."
"Yeah," Patrick says with warning as he makes a right turn, "that's what they all say, until they get you locked up in chains."
Kyle leans over the seat, between where the two share the front dash, "listen to Patrick. He knows."
"But Jed did ask us what our interests are?"
Patrick says, "yeah, that theory works until he has you staked out and with no means to run, he and his boys can do whatever they want."
Nick furthers, "but then we can go blab what they did to us to the police."
"Except," Kyle butts in, "it's not like we were kidnapped. We will be going to Jed on our own free will, right?"
Nick exhales, tired of fighting to get his way, "then, where do you find a guy who's not going to play unfair?"
There's a period of silence. Patrick stops at a red light, finding two pair of eyes staring at him and getting the idea where their thoughts are headed, "don't look at me."
"Why not?" Nick says. "Look how willing you were with your hands cuffed behind your back."
Kyle says, "yeah, and where are we going to get someone who won't go to far?"
"And a guy so good looking, with a nice piece of meat to wrap their lips around?"
"But as I see it, there's only one problem," Kyle remarks.
"What's that?" the first peep they've heard out Patrick since hitting him with a barrage of superlatives.
"Well, dah, you can't fuck two guys at once? Like, if one of us is to get your spunk, who's going to be the lucky one?"
"That's easy," Nick says, "while I have Patrick's dick up my ass, you can take his wad down the throat."
"Come again? Like, where did you get an idea like that? I'm older."
Nick releases his belt, turns to face Kyle, "oh really. Next thing you're going to claim is, it's because you and Patrick work together."
Fortunately there was no car behind Patrick as he brakes, "hold it guys. Nick, sit and put your seatbelt back on. Kyle, sit your butt down." Not which he didn't realize it, but if he were to keep peace in the car, "neither one of you are calling the shots. You keep talking as if you're using my dick as a toy to please your own amusement. Don't you think I get a say in all of this?"
That brings Kyle up between the seats and with enormous glee, "oh cool, you're going to do it?"
Nick shouts, "awesome, Patrick!"
It seems, Nick's congratulatory pat on the shoulder rallied Patrick into the reality of what he just presented, but using diplomacy, "before we do anything, we have to talk this out."
"Cool," Nick says.
Kyle says, "so, does that mean we're going to your place?"
Patrick couldn't think, but he couldn't deny that his crotch was pushing forward with the idea, "like I said, we'll talk. I've only got one tv dinner."
"No problem," Nick says, "we can stop for pizza!"
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