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'YoGA MaT' 25 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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That's how their relationship survived the test of time, Mat doing his thing, Tom off on his own tangent, only to meet much later on and compare notes, even if it was at one or two o'clock in the morning. Not often were they apart more than a day, but the gay pride center camping trip would be 'one-of-those' longer periods of time, a whole weekend!
"So, how did the tour of the gym and Chef Geoff's cafe plans go?"
Mat is unashamed to say, "Chef-Geoff is quite a good cocksucker!"
"And Sherman?"
"Oh man, I thought he was going to rip Chef-Geoff's ass in two!"
"Really? Like, how big does Sherman get?"
Mat smiles, cuddling up to Tom in bed, "like, I hope you're okay with trying him on for size?"
"Really? And he was okay with fucking me, even though, you know?"
"Like I explained to Sherman and Chef-Geoff both, we only mix business with pleasure, after hours."
"By the way, looks like you had a rough night?"
"Oh," Tom says, looking at each nip, "you noticed?"
Mat rubs a hand over Tom's pec, purposely targeting his nip, "hey, if you like the sting, who am I to hold back on what you enjoy."
Tom gets cuddly, even though their touching chests make his tortured nips sting like crazy, "I lucked out, when I say I got the best partner ever!"
Mat knew, pinging Tom's nips or giving them a little tweaking, mashing, would drive him wild. Even though he was in a fit of pain, the pleasure of Mat rubbing his seven-inch tube against Tom's pubes, erased anything constituted as harsh treatment. It also was the catalyst to make Tom's shaft harder, longer and longer and...
"You better not come, or else!"
"Hm," Tom could only speculate on something like, his partner getting out of bed, going to the closet and picking out a leather belt.
It was only when the master was ready, Mat dictating to Tom, "okay, turn over big boy."
Tom always smiled at this, knowing it wasn't his cub-solid build, but his full erection when he turned his butt to his lover.
Mat was exhausted, whipping Tom's shoulder blades a total of 2 times.
"That's it?" Tom says, Mat turning over and falling next to him in the bed.
"Yeah. More next time, I promise," Mat says, too groggy with sleep.
Turning on his side, Tom hugs his lover, "you don't have to promise anything. I'm just grateful and blessed, getting a man like you."
These kiss, Tom first, Mat reciprocating. That is, until Mat's lips stop functioning, going lifeless in Tom's arms.
"I won't be back until late Sunday."
Still Mat made no move to turn over and acknowledge.
"I hope you won't get lonely?"
Mat was milking it for all that it was worth, but finally rolls over onto his back and says, "c'mere," grabbing Tom, literally, by the balls and pulling him over on top of him.
In reality, Tom loved the pangs, always wanting to get his partner into some cock & ball treatment, "damn, will you take it easy?"
With Tom lying on top of him, lips lined up, Mat says, "don't worry. I left them functioning."
Mat then showed Tom how much he's going to miss their time apart, until slumber once again takes over.
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The next day would be a busy one.
Bill had requested the use of the yoga studio's van, Tom grabbing the keys and taking off. If he had gauged his time correctly, he might have had time to shower. Instead, he wet a hand towel, swabbed his pubes and pits, dabbed the deoderant and got dressed.
Kyle and Jared headed to the pride center, but Nick stayed to enjoy the pain and pleasure of Wolf's directives.
Nick was amazed how Wolf tied him to a chair, intricately forming a pattern with the ropes.
"It's called Japanese bondage. Uncle Bill had a Japanese guy teach it to me."
Given permission to talk freely, Nick says, "I hear a lot about your Uncle Bill. What about your father?"
"Careful how you use that word, Nick. He might have been responsible for bringing me into this world, but a father he wasn't. Things weren't always like that. It was only after my mother died, my dad began to act 'weird'."
"Sorry to hear that. I guess I'm lucky to have two wonderful parents."
From what started out as a bondage experience, Wolf drops the roleplay, "I really like how you take care of yourself, Nick."
He didn't need to look down over his bod, Nick watching Wolf draw, using a fingertip to outline the creases of his abs, then use both hands to cuddle his bulbous pecs, "thanks. But, oh man, you're hitting all the right places, Wolf."
"Am I?" Wolf says, walking in front of Nick, throwing a leg over his thigh, his butt coming to rest on Nick's thighs.
Facing Nick, their heads align, Wolf leaning forward to connect lips.
Nick says, "I didn't know torture could be so sweet!"
"With a guy I want to get to know more, I mix it up. I give you what you want and I get what I want."
"Nice philosophy, but is there more to this Japanese bondage than tying me up?"
"So, you'd like some rough stuff?"
"Is there such a thing as 'nice' rough stuff?"
Nick was about two inches taller, but Wolf ruled with words, but not with stature, "when I get you untied, you'll hop up on that bondage table, faced down."
He could guess why, Wolf right there, his big piece of meat hanging in his face, "doesn't look like you need any help getting a raging hard-on," Nick laughs.
"Well, not only that, there'll be plenty of time this weekend for you to work my shaft."
"Oh, you're not going on the camping trip?"
"In a way. I've arranged with Uncle Bill to stay in one of the cabins, instead of tenting it."
Thinking of lots of sex, Nick says, "anyone else sharing that cabin with us?"
"Not a soul. It's you and me all weekend getting it on. I hope you're up for it?"
"Always 'up' for anything," Nick laughs.
After he unties Nick, Wolf has him standing in front of him, "we have yet to discuss limits and boundaries."
Without restriction, Nick runs his hands up and down Wolf's arms, "far as I'm concerned, I'm all yours, for whatever pleasure you want to do."
Not meant to scare the shit out of Nick, "does that mean I can insert a glass rod in your shaft and pound it with a rubber mallet?"
"Shit no!"
Wolf laughs, "so you think we should have that talk?"
"Definitely. But for real, you wouldn't do that to a guy, would you?"
"I keep it mutual. Whatever a guy wants, he can pretty much feel assured I will come through to please him. Stuff like glass rods, I'm not out to maim a guy. No, I don't do stuff like that, even if he begs me to do it. I trained with Uncle William. He is a fair player, respects limits and I can proudly say I follow in his footsteps."
Nick then pops the question, "have you ever been in a relationship, Wolf?"
"Not yet," he rubs hands down Nick's shoulders, feels up those rounded pecs, pushes thumbs into his nips, "but I have a feeling that could change after our weekend cabin experience?"
Nick didn't answer with word, instead cuddling with Wolf, caressing lips. Then he couldn't contain himself, Nick dropping to his knees.
So much for the bondage table experience!
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Saturday, Tom would have loved to have been at the yoga studio-gym, and soon to be annexed, cafe, but wouldn't dream of going back on his word with his old buddy, Bill Le Jeune.
Early that morning, five a.m. sharp, Bill pulled into the lot, Tom right on his tail with the yoga studio vsn..
Driving the Pride Center van, Bill parks, jumps out, and out of curiosity, has a desire to find out who Tom brought along for the trip. For certain, he knew Tom would be pulling from the ranks of yoga studio employees, a rag tag crew, who could double as counselors.
What he wasn't prepared for, is when Randy jumps out of the Mat's Yoga Studio van, "Randy? Of all people, I pictured you as most valuable team player at the yoga studio."
Apparently, Bill didn't know the fracas happening between him and Elton, "time off for good behavior."
Tom, standing nearby, and who knew the wiser, says, "the 'behavior', that might not be the case, but I think you needed a breather, Randy."
Kind of a monumental mishap to Randy's life, that is, after his trek cross country from South Dakota, "yeah, I'll admit, when I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Hopefully this trip will clear my vision."
However, right now Randy's vision had once again been thrown a curve, standing there talking to his employer, when over the boss' shoulder, he spots a blond 'beauty', step out of the pride center van.
Tom, noticing he's lost Randy's attention, turns around and spots the object of attention, "and remember, this is to simplify your life, not make it more complicated, Randy?"
"Uh, yeah," Randy doesn't break the train of vision binding him to a longing in the distance, "I'll try to remember that."
"Good," Tom says, walking away.
A smile on his face, Tom rubs the beard he's been growing, picking up on the fuzz, versus a smooth jaw, but recalling how he was young once, that being forty-one hasn't changed that much. He credits his partner, Mat, for working out the kinks in their relationship. A five year difference in their ages, Mat had been the one who had stated from the beginning, how being in a relationship might tie him down too much.
When Mat's Yoga Studio opened, it was the opposite for both. Mat finding sole satisfaction in his work, balancing that out and his devotion to Tom. Yes, there was that man who came along who would draw Mat's attention and that's where supply closets came in handy.
Right after they recited their marriage vows, Tom reiterated what the marrying official had stated, swearing off meeting up with men outside his devotion to Mat.
That lasted, how long? :)
At first they thought there was something wrong with their relationship, or possibly themselves, taking their problem to a marriage counselor. A gay, partnered man himself, Tom and Mat left the session, rethinking how they wanted their marriage re-structured, with a more open flair.
At the time of their courtship, Mat and Tom matched beautifully as the perfect looking 'bear' couple. Since that meet up at a 'bear' function on the beach, the two have changed, not only in their thinking, but how life goes. Mat has slimmed down quite a bit, tucked in the gut, by dropping a few pounds and trimming the waist, after deciding that it was a good appearance which would bring his customers in. What the couple found, Mat never lost any of that appeal, when two men congregate in bed, making themselves tired as hell, before slumber takes over.
Mat did make one terrible mistake, which Tom surely voiced his opinion over, when his partner appeared out of the shower with his 'new look', completely shaved from neck to navel, except for a thin tiger trail, dropping out of his bellyhole and continuing downward.
It garnered a 'wtf!' from Tom's lips, in a tone so stong that it took all the excitement of something new out of Mat's being, almost like air from an unexpected gut punch!
Right after saying it, Tom could curse himself out, seeing the distraught look on Mat's face, saying as he thought it, 'no biggie,' though he did miss the full chest or brown fur, the stripe opening up over Mat's deep innie, 'it'll grow back'.
Mat was right on it, as he thought in the shower, shaving all the frontal assault of hair from pecs and abs, 'exactly what I thought when the razor glided over every inch of my chest and stomach, just in case you didn't like it?'
To which Tom, already embracing his lover, says, 'glad you see things my way!' Of course he was kidding, Tom amending, 'but it's not like I'm telling you what to do. If you feel better clean-shaven, so be it.'
Mat smiles, loosening the towel from his hips, 'I didn't touch the bush. I know how you like to sniff around my dick, before you gobble it up?'
That left Tom dropping to his knees and doing some gobbling!
Before he turned Randy out into the farmyard of boys, Tom says, "let me know if you need a personal introduction."
The wink had Randy thinking otherwise. No way was he going to come onto a man, only to have the obligation of sharing, "that's okay, Tom, I can take it from here."
Randy is young. Elton is young. Tom, in his forties and connected by marriage, except for the occasional romp outside his open relationship with Mat, committment to one man is his happy fate, "well, if you're sure, Randy. I don't want to hear of anymore with hurt feelings."
Knowing Tom means well, Randy says, "I'll be sure to let you know if I need your expertise, boss!"
The closer Randy got to the pride center van, the more his balls began to ache, until he was on top of the situation, something being pulled from the vehicle, but stuck.
"Need some help with that?"
Turning to his side, the blonde says, "yeah, thanks Randy."
"Whoa, hold on," Randy does a quick search of the database in his mind, "have we met?"
"Not officially," he wipes his hand, "I'm Sean Riley. Tom hired me this week to do personal training at the gym."
"Oh," Randy takes the hand, but for whatever reason doesn't let it go, "but you didn't come with Tom, you came with Bill?"
"Uh yeah. I work at the pride center in my free time. By the way, I have a confession to make."
"They say confession is good for the soul," Randy smiles.
"Before Bill wandered over to where Tom is standing, I did ask who that drop-dead-gorgeous man with the dreads, is?"
"Yeah, well," Randy acts sheepishly, "I was thinking, maybe this weekend I might change up the look and do away with the dreads."
Since they were talking about Randy's style of hair, Sean takes both hands, placed them on Randy's shoulders and like he was going to kiss him, holds his dreads back, like they've already been chopped, "yeah, I can see you without them, but."
"But, what?"
"It's got to be you choice, not mine or anyone else's. You have to be happy with who 'you' are, and that includes how you like to look to other people."
"Man, are you a shrink or something?"
"Psych 101. I pay attention in class," Sean says, releasing Randy's hair to fall behind his back.
"I've been meaning to get back to that idea, college. Since leaving South Dakota, I've been trying to put down some roots, before doing that."
Sean, acting more like a mentor, says, "the longer you wait, the farther away from you that dream becomes."
Other than a few sorry's, Randy never got that emotional over being the cause of his and Elton's breakup, after literally a night of committment. Breaking down, tears welling up in his eyes, "I feel like, everything I built up, in one instant, I've torn it all down."
Smiling, not out of mocking him, Sean says, "I know. When I asked Tom who that hot guy at the desk is, he said to forget about you, that you were already in a relationship."
Randy says, "yeah, was. But not anymore, after I blew it."
Putting a hand on Randy's bicep, Sean says, "so, do you think, you and I might, you know?"
A quaint smile, Randy says, "I've been warned, by Tom, to take it slow."
"Okay," Sean says, "then we'll take it slow."
Overhearing the 'slow' part, Bill says, "well, if you two take it any slower, we'll never get the van unpacked!"
It's then Tom notices something, "hey, Billy?"
"What?"
"Like where are all the campers?"
"You idiot, don't you read memos?" Bill smiles at his old friend, pulling a flyer out of his pocket.
Taking it, unfolding the creased paper that's been compacted into a small square, "'Adult' camping trip?"
"Yeah," Bill grabs the flyer back from Tom, leaving his old friend with a corner piece of paper, "and you're bunking with me!"
"Oh shit," Tom says, "are you sure this isn't Hell Weekend?"
Bill smiles a toothy grin, "oh, you're gonna love the after-hours activities I have planned for you and me. It'll be like old times, Tommy!"
As he hurries away, Tom is left with their childhood memories, the ones after they found out their compatibility with not only the roles of top and bottom of sex, but of how tormenting parts of the bod can relieve stress and anxiety.
Wolf is at Tom's back, "hey, you know where to put this?"
Tom turns around to face Bill's nephew, "what's in it?"
"Toys. Uncle Bill says if I get to know one of the guys, we can hook up together after hours and have some fun. Was thinking of something though," the twenty-two year old pauses.
"What's that?"
"I know you're married to Mat and you're in an open relationship. Not which I'm saying every man is into it, but Nick, I know he's with Kyle, but also into some s&m. I don't want to feel like I'm trying to drive a wedge between what they have going for them, but I think I might like 'playing' with Nick, if you know what I mean?"
There were difficult subjects there to skirt around, Tom saying, "I think Nick would be the man to put those questions to."
Wolf says, "I guess you're right. If I want to know something I should go to the source."
Tom loves playing match-maker, when he's sure two men are compatible and with gut reaction, says, "see that guy coming towards us?"
Nicely styled beard, stache, short-styled brown hair, this guy seems like he's headed straight for Tom and Wolf, suddenly veers off, between the U-Haul-Em and the yoga studio van, "from what I could see, yeah he looks hot."
"Looks aren't everything," Tom says, "but if you try to talk with Callum, you might find some compatibility with him?"
"Does he like toys? I mean, s&m?"
"It's not the first subject I would bring up, when meeting a guy, but the only person who can answer that question, is the man you choose to be a part of what you're searching for."
Thinking on what Tom has laid out, Wolf says, "so, maybe the s&m stuff should be the second thing we talk about?"
From the line of firing questions, Tom gets the idea Wolf not too versed in making conversation, "maybe bring it up after four or five superlatives after finding out things about each other?"
He pats Wolf on the shoulder and leaves it at that.
It couldn't have hit Wolf harder than a slap across the cheek, "hey, do you know where this goes?"
Rather than the box the fellow is holding, Wolf zeroes in on the face and is left wordless.
Tearing a corner open, the young guy says, "I think it's first aid kits?" Right after, looks up at Wolf and with a smile, "yep. First aid kits."
Trying to push the s&m stuff to the back of his mind, Wolf says, "I don't rightly know, but I can try to help you find where it goes?"
For certain, if Wolf had the opportunity to seek and find, it was Callum who had taken the initiative to walk between the U-Haul and yoga van, walk all the way around and come down the walkway in order to face his prey!
"That would be great." Seeing Wolf holding a box, "what do you have there?"
Thinking on Tom's words, of bringing up the s&m stuff early in conversation, Wolf says, "just camping stuff." And being he knows where Tom and Uncle Bill are bunking, "have you gotten your room assignment?"
"Not yet. I was supposed to have a cabin with another guy, but last week one of the cabin's burned to the ground, so I might have to room with two other guys, Nick and Kyle. You know them?"
Not if Wolf could help it! :)
"Actually, I'm staying in my Uncle Bill's cabin. He's the pride center director. There's another guy and you would make four, if you're okay with it?"
"Of course. I mean, sure, long as it's okay with everyone else," Callum is overwhelmed with decision, right on down to his crotch!
Bill had been given the go ahead to enter the camping grounds. They fit themselves in the vans, like sardines, having been stuffed to the gills with equipment. They headed west, then south, which brought them to the outskirts of the Pine Barrens, headed down a dirt drive, a dingy sign telling they were headed to Pine Barrens Cranberry Grove Campground.
Callum says, "looks like we're here."
Wolf, from being crammed in, side by side with Callum in the seat, says, "yeah, what a shame!"
At first he wasn't going to say what he was thinking, Callum then growing some balls to say, "yeah, I wonder if we'll have to share a bed?"
Having already napped on Callum's shoulder, Wolf says, "yeah, wouldn't that be sweet?"
"I could think of something sweeter?"
Wolf looks to Callum, "what's that?"
Smiling, Callum says, "I peeked in the box you were carrying. I saw a couple of things that interested me?"
With a specific subject attached to the contents of that toy box, Wolf says, "was it the nip clamps?"
"I was thinking more the flogger?"
"Have you ever been flogged?"
"Twice. Kind of liked it the first time, but the second time the guy flogging me took it a little too far. Since, I've been kind of reluctant to do it again, Wolfy, but I might feel more apt to do it, with the flogger in your hand?"
Wolf caught the infraction, adding the 'y' to his name, but from Callum's lips it seemed like a magic key, inserted into the keyhole to his kingdom, "I'm safe and sane, if you're looking for a guy like that?"
"Yeah," Callum seemed to mellow out, "it's exactly the kind of guy I'm looking for."
They kiss, until once again interrupted by Uncle Bill, "damn it, guys, the van isn't going to unload itself?"
As they begin to take goods from the rear of the yoga van, Callum drops a hint, "you know you can whip me if I'm not moving too fast?"
Patting Callum on the ass, Wolfy says, "oh, I didn't know I needed a reason?"
They kiss for the second time, since boarding the van.
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That Saturday at the yoga studio, it was more about the semi-kickoff-unofficial opening of the gym. Twice Mat had to be called out of yoga class and because his sub, Randy was off on the pride center camping trip, he had to, on-the-spur-of-the-moment, name one of the class to guide everyone else.
Standing at the door, John paying more attention to the class, than the detailed application he held, summons Mat, "some guy signing up, wants to know what this means?"
"Hold on. Let me grab my towel." Then Mat turns to his class, picking one guy out of the crowd, "Hart, do you think you can carry on for me?"
"Yeah, sure, teacher."
His eye had been on Hart since he became a part of the nude yoga group and it wasn't only his good looks!
"Thank you Hart."
From there, Mat wrapped his hips in an oversized towel, slipped feet into sandals and left with John.
Unlike Mat, when he led a class, attention wandered. Every eye was on Hart, who commanded the class in as professional manner as possible. Born on Vanua Levu Island, Hart was of a Polynesian mix, supported by the Fijian culture. His dad, British, had business that brought him to the South Seas Island Resort, where his mother had worked. Meeting, they married and Hart became the byproduct of their relationship.
Men in the class often were jealous of the forever-tan, saying a tanning salon could not match that beauty. Of course, it was not only Hart's cacao-creamy skin which fascinated the eye and the mind.
The joy of naked yoga! :)
Mat changing, dressed with the bare necessities, shirt, shorts, opting to keeping the sandals on. It's times like these he wishes Tom were here. Leaving the back door of the yoga studio, he spots a line moving parallel to the yoga studio reaching as far as his eyes could see, till it seemed to bend around the corner of the building.
"Oh my god, Daan!"
"I couldn't have said it better myself," Daan says of the long, long line.
"Where's Sherman?"
"Last I saw of him, he was headed out by the diner with Geoff, to go over something."
"You're freakin' kidding me!" Mat wasn't one to panic, as long as Tom was there to pick up the slack. "Here, give me that. You go find Sherman and tell him to get his butt back here."
Taking the clipboard, Mat takes over the duty of handing out papers to be completed for preliminary membership.
Next guy in line flashes a smile at Mat, saying, "busy day today."
"Yes. If you could fill this out and return it to the front desk, please?"
"Oh, I'm not here to join. Well, not to tone up. I'm looking for a job."
Being the dude was young, probably in his late 20's, in good shape, muscle visibility by way of a tight tank shirt and good build, Mat says, "good enough for me. You're hired!"
"Really?" Then, instead of guessing anything more, "thank you very much, sir."
Going on faith, Mat, after helping himself to study some religious metal hanging on a leather lace around his neck, hands the dude the clipboard and heading back towards the gym, turns back once, "by the way, what's your name?"
"Dev Rivaan-Katanarasimhara."
That stopped Mat in his tracks, thankful he could pick out the first name, "well, okay Dev. I'm Mat. Keep things going, okay?"
"No worries, sir."
For whatever vibes he was having now, from the looks of the handsome Indian man, plus the easy going, mannerly output, Mat had a good feeling, one that sat right enough with him, that things were under control and he needn't worry.
Right inside the door, Mat voices his opinion, "really, Sherman? I'm a little disappointed in you at the moment."
Sherman, realizing it wasn't the best time to follow Geoff out to the yet to be opened eatery, apologizes profusely, "I am so, so sorry Mat. It won't happen again."
Geoff appears next to him, "Sherman is not at fault. All this is of my doing."
"Oh. Really, Geoff. Then, maybe I should rethink soaking my money into a venture that can be compromised by a whim?"
Mat hated being so blunt, but business is business and pleasures of the heart, mind and lower, had no place here, especially when there is gym competition out there and an owner has to struggle to draw consumers in.
By the time he got back to the door to where Dev was handling the overflow, he had calmed quite a bit, "how's it going out here?"
"Very well, sir."
Mat was ready to eat his words, where Dev was concerned, that the line, which had to have numbered in the twenties, had dissapated to three or four.
"How did you manage this, Dev?"
"I hope you will not be angered, sir, and I can reimburse you out of the salary which I do not know what it is yet, but I offer five dollar rebate for gym client who take application home, fill it out and return it Monday."
Dev studies Mat's face for a clue, during the silent interim.
"I see." He knew he had to make up his mind, not hire Dev, which in his own mind would be to fire him, being the hasty decision he made to hire him on the spot. He quickly did the math, ballpark figure of 5-dollars a head, times 50 headcount, and summing it up, realizing it wouldn't break the bank, "that was a good decision, Dev. Finish up here if you will, then come inside. We need to talk."
Thinking that is good news, Dev says, "thank you sir."
Turning back, yet again, "and Dev?"
"Yes?"
"Please call me Mat, without the formalities?"
"Yes, sir. I mean, okay, Mat," pointing, "you got it!"
Mat walked in with a smile, but forced dropping it, looking upon Sherman and Geoff, the two looking like they should be marched off to the whipping post!
Instead of dwelling on the immediate past, Mat says, "well, okay, what's done is done. How many applications made it through, before Dev handled crowd control?"
"My fault," Sherman says. "If my mind was more on the line outside, they wouldn't have gotten tired of waiting and left."
Not just yet, was Mat going to enter into their conversation, Dev's $5 deal, "I see. Well, that's all behind us now." Advancing towards Sherman, within touch distance, Mat pokes Sherman in the chest several times, meant as points of action, "but what you're going to have to do, is figure out a way to get some people in here to workout on those pricey machines I had to shell out half my life savings for."
"I'll get on it right away, Mat. Trust me, I'll make up for my wrongdoing."
It came to Mat rightoff, of how Sherman could achieve forgiveness, but was reminded of his own thinking of business before pleasure.
"Now, about you, Geoff?"
He stood there, making Geoff sweat. He literally was, the perspiration filling his face, wetting the center of his gym tee shirt.
"I'm so, so sorry, Mat, and trust me, none of this is Sherman's fault. It's me," the twenty-year old chef showed signs of wanting forgiveness.
Mat smirks and softening his temperament, "I can imagine. I was twenty years old once, too. But I'm going to do you a favor."
"You're going to finance my restaurant after all?"
"Restaurant? I thought it was a cafe?"
Geoff says, "yeah, that's what I meant. But maybe someday, if I'm successful, could upgrade the business to a full time eat out place?"
"Hm," Mat thinks on Geoff's wording, "now right there, I think you're onto how you can repay my kindness."
Geoff was lost, "huh?"
Business before pleasure, Mat says, "why don't we talk later, after you've clocked out."
"You've got it," Geoff was desperate, "anything you want, it's yours."
Perhaps they were onto something, both standing there, eye to eye.
In one way, Geoff was thinking of stripping first, then slowly tearing down the threads on the boss' bod.
Mat, knew something sexual would be at play, but unsure how that would turn out.
"Well, okay then. Like I said to Sherman, you guys have to come up with a way to draw clients in. Lucky for all of us, Dev came along."
"Dev?"
"The firecracker over there talking with Sherman. Get to know him. I think he has some good ideas."
At least that's what Mat hoped.
"Okay. You got it Mat."
"Right." Then seeing Geoff walk away, "and Geoff?" Mat fingers him, coaxing him to return.
"What's up?"
"My partner is away on a retreat. Was wondering if you could sleepover tonight?"
"Oh. About that. You see," Geoff coughed, "Sherman and me, we, uh. We've got something going, if you know what I mean?"
"Fine," Mat says and not wanting to be lonely tonight, "bring Sherman along with you."
Meanwhile, Dev had finished organizing applications he had collected, putting them in alphabetical order. He had scanned through, singling out two. When Mat approaches the counter, he sees this.
"So, what have you found out, Dev?"
Dev didn't think of it in a sexual way, Mat touching his shoulder, but it did give him some sense of chill, "in my opinion, these applications," he picks up the 'fat' pile, "will follow through. These," a short pile of two, "will not be back. I think you will have a good turnout."
Mat conceded to himself he was infatuated, standing there with a schoolboy grin on his face. However, as things go, something good going sour, in walks Hart!
"Mat, I'm happy to report," Hart's words slow as he notices Dev, "that morning yoga class has been successful," not leaving out sentiment, which did not co-exist with the joy, "but you were surely missed."
Both Mat and Dev's eyes were on Hart, mainly since he hadn't reported to the lockerroom after class and still was shirtless, with sandals and the towel-wrapped waist.
Likewise, there seemed to be an interest emanating from Hart and being Mat thought it wasn't him, "Hart, this is Dev, one of our newest employees."
Mat felt a little shunned, not getting a handshake, but it's not like the relationship between the two strangers.
"Good to meet you Hart."
Hart, having held the towel in his right hand, switches, to accept Dev's handshake, almost causing a mishap.
"Same," Hart says. "I better head back to the shower, before this towel slips, for sure!"
Mat says, "Hart, would you do me a favor?"
"If you want me to take the afternoon class, no problem, Mat."
Thinking about it, Mat wouldn't mind having the afternoon off, but the real reason, "yes, I'd be obliged, but could you also show Dev around?"
Smiling, which Dev had been showing some kind of favoritism, "it'd be my pleasure."
Mat had a sneaky suspicion of which way Hart bends and this seems to have confirmed it. Of Dev, it was definitely something of a male attraction. Then, things happened so fast, Sherman having received a call about seniors wanting to joing the gym, but wanting a discount, Mat was suddenly very busy.
"Well, you saw the gym," Hart says, leading Dev across the driveway.
"The lobby, yes, but I'm sure it looks like any other gym, in the weight room, but by the way, you look muscular, if I may say so?"
Hart smiled at the long, long reply, signaling him that Dev appears to be nervous, "thanks. I don't go to a gym, because I'm very busy at my job, but I do yoga and some home exercise, jogging, etcetera, etcetera."
"Oh, you have a job? I thought you might still be in school."
"I graduated with a degree in human resources. It gives me the credentials to seek out new talent for the modeling agency I work for."
"I didn't think you were that old," Dev smiles, as if he was insinuating something more.
"I'm twenty-five and as my Uncle Garrett puts it, I've got my head screwed on right, his way of saying it seems like I know what I want and ready to go out and get it."
Breathing in every word Hart is saying, plus some of that musky sweat odor, Dev says, "good. I think we are alike."
"Oh? How's that go?"
Dev says, "I am anxious to graduate and pursue a career in my field as well. Only I don't really have a mentor to guide me."
Hart, reaching inside the yoga studio, luring Dev in with his words, "what is your field of study?"
Walking in the lockerroom, Dev follows Hart to a bench, where, in the confines of an all-male environment, unwraps his waist. Dev is mesmerized by what hangs from Hart's midsection!
Hart says, "I thought so," he laughs.
"You think, what?" Dev's eyes walk up Hart's bod, stopping when they are eye to eye.
The twenty-five year old smiles, "would you care to shower with me?"
Dev goes bug-eyed at the suggestion, "shower with you?"
Perhaps a little more bold than Dev, Hart says as he walks forward, placing a hand behind Dev's neck, "yeah. You know, to get to know each other?"
Naive, Dev is surprised out of his gourd, but is not turned off by the offer, "I would like to."
And since Hart has strong intentions, doesn't give Dev much choice, reaching for the tails of his tee shirt and peels it off, over Dev's head, "very nice physique."
Dev hasn't seemed to get the full message yet, but with this, "are you coming on to me?"
"Oh, I would like to do much more than that!"
Never having been manhandled, Dev always knew there could be a first time, allows Hart to kiss him.
However, a hand is against Hart's chest, when he feels a hard shaft poking him in the jock area, "um?"
"Am I moving too fast?"
"More like, too hard?"
Acting frivolous, Hart, after looking down upon himself, "oh, will you look at that, you've gone and given me a boner!"
Which, according to Dev, "I suppose that means you like me?"
"Why don't we decide that," Hart's hand is fidgeting with Dev's belt, "after our shower?"
It doesn't take long, after dousing each other, their sexual drives are put in second gear.
Assuming things, Hart grabs the top wall of the shower with both hands, grinding his shaft into the metal wall.
After seconds, he says, "well, are you going to do me?"
"You want me...to...fuck you?"
Hart turns his head, leaving the rest of his bod in a spread eagle position, "looks like you're ready. I mean, you are ready, right?"
He was 'hard', stroking, Dev not having the expertise of fucking a guy, "um, like, you would be my first."
"You wouldn't be mine," Hart takes hold of Dev's hard-on, moving it up to his ass, by backing away from the wall.
Feeling Hart's ass on the tip of his shaft, Dev says, "I never thought it would be like this."
Allowing lust to take over, Hart says, "being the first time, doesn't mean it has to be the last!"
Suddenly Hart feels his hand empty. He turns around.
Stalemate, Dev faces Hart, who has turned around, "it's not the way I want it to go, if that's okay?"
He hadn't realized it, the spray of water, steam clouding the small cubicle, but if he thought he was 'long', Dev was definitely, 'longer'!
However, knowing this might come along, an instance when a guy wants to be serious and 'sex-right-now', having it over and done with, "of course I'm okay with it."
Dev senses this, both of Hart's hands on his shoulders, "are you sure?"
"Of course." Hart, not wanting this to be the last, "but how about I take you out to dinner, and then we can think about it later on?"
"That would be nice, Hart, but Mat has invited us to his place."
"Wait. Was this before you met me?"
It made Dev think, "yes."
A forced grin, Hart says, "that conniving little matchmaker!"
"Who? Mat? He's making us a match?"
Cute, the way Dev put it, Hart says, "yeah, and come to think of it, that might not be such a bad idea."
They kissed some more, soaped each other up, rinsed and even with the water off, their ensuing moments still lingered.
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"So," Bill says, sitting on the bed, taking his boots off, "how do you like the accomodations, my friend?"
Tom says, "nice, but it would be nicer if you were taking my clothes off and not worrying about your boots, Billy!"
Looking up, Bill says, "I love it when you're playing these cat mouse games."
There Tom stood, crotch right in Bill's face, with things seemingly going along to a well-crafted plan.
"Whatever you're thinking, Tommy, think again!"
With that, Bill grabs at Tom's crotch, like wringing laundry, decreasing the cock and ball space, wrapping it all up in his hand.
"Shit, Billy!"
Laughing, whereas Tom is in pain, Bill says, "whatsamatter, Tommy? You always did want to get into that cock and ball torture stuff!"
Worse yet, Bill is using the grab as a catalyst to lift his ass off the bed!
With pain in the groin, Tom lets off steam, hurling his fist into Bill's midsection.
"Ughhh, oh shit, Tommy!"
Like, innocent as an angel, Tom says, "oh, didn't you always want to get into that gut-punching stuff, Billy?"
Almost caved to his knees, Bill gives a tug to Tom's belt, literally climbing up his bod till they stand eye to eye, "I'm surprised of you, Tommy."
"What? What'd I do?"
"You're balls, it was a light tap, whereas you had to heave-ho and drive me to my knees?"
Feeling the tug at the waist, Tom evens up the score, grabbing Bill by the belt, luring him in, "how about we kiss and make up?"
"Ahem!"
Bill, looking over Tom's shouder, says, "who are you?"
"I'm Hart."
His sidekick says, "and I'm Dev."
Tom says, "Hart? Dev? What are you two doing here?"
His brain was a little fuzzy on 'Dev', but Tom knew who Hart is, being he was the one to put him on payroll, after Mat graduated him to the ranks of nude yoga teacher assistant.
Hart couldn't help himself, as Bill steps aside, allowing the full flank of his hot daddy-bod out in the open for all to view.
Dev, who has gravitated over toward the 'daddy' figure, leaves Hart to answer for them.
"There's no more cabins to fill and the director suggested we come talk with Bill about the situation."
Bill curses, "that son-of-a..."
"Now, now Billy," Tom pats his friends pecs, meant to calm him.
Always one to speak his mind, like at the end of a nude yoga class Hart substituted for, that even though they had a maintenance man at the yoga studio, it should be an obligation for each man to grab a paper towel and swab up any seepage not caught by the use of a yoga mat.
Even one of the class members heralded him as a hero, a man who spoke his mind without fear, saying Hart had balls', right after, 'no pun intended,' since literally Hart had a big pair 'of'!
With a smile and cocking his head, Hart says, "you know, Tom, for an older guy, you sure have a hot bod?"
Squinting his eyes at such a notion, Tom tells the twenty-five year old, "if your next question is, can you fuck me, the answer is 'no'," he laughs.
Answering in a serious tone, Hart says, "no, that was not the next question."
"Oh," Tom swats it away in the breeze.
"Besides, I'm with Dev now and unlike a lot of guys today, we're not going to pursue an open relationship. I mean, not like, if other guys want it that way, fine."
With Hart moving past him, feeling their bods 'scrape', he says, "rude."
He wasn't following the other two's train of thought, but was inquisitive over why Dev was lying down on one of two beds in the room.
Bill knew what Tom was about to say, "the camp director sent these two over to our cabin, being they appeared unannounced and there's no room for them."
Tom could guess what the outcome is, but nevertheless, "so, where are they going to stay?"
By this time, Hart had claimed a space next to Dev, stretched out lengthwise behind him, arms cuddling his bod.
"Well, if they're sharing one of the two beds, what about us, Billy?"
Scratching his head, Bill says, "I always knew you were dumber then you looked, Tommy!"
"No-oo-o, you and me, share that skinny, tiny, little bed?"
"If we lay on our sides, it should be okay," Bill says.
For Hart and Dev, two slim guys, it was a cinch to fit in, even if they were lying with backs to the mattress.
Tom and Bill, not only childhood friends, having grown up with nearly the same physique, like they both came from the same parents, tall, wide shouldered, bulky poundcakes and other muscular features, Tom says, "well, if I can't sleep, there's always the shower, Billy?"
Dev, rising up out of the bed, says, "how big is the shower?"
Hart 'was' going to stay put, but Dev latching onto his hand, "where are we going?"
"To the shower to check it out," Dev says.
Bill says, "no guys, it's okay. We'll figure something out."
They were expecting a rustic, deteriorated look, but instead the bathroom facility was quite lavish, tiled, marble countertop, shale-looking divider between the main room and the shower.
Hart who was dragged in, is stunned, "oh wow, we even got our own washer and dryer. Uncle Garrett sure knew how to do it!"
"Uncle Garrett?" Bill says.
Dev says, "you didn't know?"
"Know what?"
"Hart's uncle, he owns the campground."
Tom faces his friend with question, "did you know that, Billy?"
"Nope."
Hart, not one to brag, lets Dev tell, "yeah, he bought it for his modeling agency, to use as a retreat, but lets the Pride Center use it when he's not using it."
"You didn't know this, Billy?"
Throwing his arms out to his sides, Bill says, "hey, they don't tell me everything."
"Except," Hart says.
"What?"
Dev, who has found Hart reluctant to talk about his uncle, for whatever reason, "what Hart wants to say is, there was a little mix up and his uncle is here with a small crew of models, and that's why we're here, and not there, if you catch my drift?"
"Completely," Bill says.
Tom remains silent, until his thoughts, which were of male models running through the forest, naked, subsides, "like, how young are the models?"
Dev says, "around my age and only male models, being they knew ahead of time they were going to take some naked shots."
Tom says with a smile, "oh, only guys. What a shame."
Hart, leaning against the far wall, accidentally hits something, getting spooked, "oh shit!" he jumps out of the way.
From inside the recesses of a wall, it opens automatically and out from it rolls a table.
Tom says to Bill, so only he can hear, "hm, a bondage table, no doubt."
Bill says, "I didn't bring any rope. Did you?"
Dev says, "no doubt, this is a massage table. You know anything about giving a massage, Hart?"
"Nope, but how hard can it be?"
However, upon studying the table, Hart lifts a leathery loop, "hey, I wonder what this is for?"
Tom says with brilliance, "hot diggity, it's a bondage table!"
He gets a nudge in the ribs from Bill's elbow, "would you keep it down, knucklehead?"
"Wow," Dev says, sitting on the side, lying back, straightening his bod to the length of the table, stretching limbs to the four corners, "you know what to do to a guy attached to one of these, Hart?"
"Yes, unfortunately, and if you think this is what I came here for, you're loco!"
Dev never reacted so quickly in his life to someone he cared about, hopping off the table and quickening his steps, "wait up, Hart."
Left there by themselves, Bill says, "hm, might not be a bad idea if you and I took the bathroom suite, eh Tommy?"
Tom was already checking out the facilities, sitting on the edge of the table where Dev had been, lying down, stretching like it was made for yoga, all limbs to the four corners, "sure. It'll be like old times, Billy!"
"This is a campground. They oughta have a cot somewhere."
"'A cot?" Tom asks.
"Yeah, for me, the master. Slaves, they get the bondage table, right?"
"Oh, you mean like when you tied me in the treehouse and left me for two days, had the whole town out searching for me, until you remembered where you last saw me?"
Tom showed there were no hard feelings, except the hard feeling with his crotch butt up against Bill's zipper.
"That was in a forest."
Right now Tom could care less about those days of youth and who was mad at who, "maybe we can get started after the boys are asleep!"
"Then again," Bill says, "how about we have a quickie, you drop your pants, sit up on the edge of the table, lay back and I'll torture your ass a little bit, Tommy?"
In the olden days, when they were in their late teens, they still played 'treehouse', concregating there, each doing the other, until right before they headed out to college, confirmed Bill as top man, Tom loving the way Bill tickled his innards.
Hearing a commotion out in the main cabin area, the two respond to the chatter.
It stops when Tom and Bill enter the room, Hart saying, "this is my Uncle Garrett."
An older guy, which Tom is thinking around his age, forty-something, is taken back by the more youthful attire, a packed speedo!
Next to Uncle Garret, stands a familiar face, he too with a stuffed bikini.
"Wolfy, what are you doing in that attire?"
Bill isn't exactly Wolfy's guardian, but feels responsible for him.
"Garrett asked if I ever thought of being a model. And, oh, remember it's Wolf, not Wolfy anymore?"
He wasn't saying no, standing there and summing up the situation. The truth is, Wolfy did look kind of hot, twenty-two years old, tall, erect, not an ounce of fat clinging to his lithe bod, a stripe of hair extending from under his chin, straight down to where the speedo hugged his hips, pubic hair at the top of the slingshot.
"You're right." Dropping the parental attitude, "you look good," he gulps, "as a model, I mean."
Smiling, Wolf knowing otherwise, says, "thanks Uncle Bill."
Even though the 'older' men in the room were great looking, 'for their age', Wolf drifts over to Hart and Dev, strumming up conversation.
"I hope you're finding the accomodations satisfactory?"
Tom, who's job it is to oversee business practices, exerts authority, "matter of fact, Garrett, it would've been nice if the boys over there," he turns to the trio, "had their own private cabin."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, but reservations are tight," Garrett says.
However, it's shone who's who, Wolf turning to them, "Hart and Dev are coming to stay with the models."
"What?" Garrett is appalled.
"Cool it," Wolf steps over to him, "you won't mind giving up your bed for a good cause?"
Garrett bit a lip. Ever since he promised Wolf a modeling job and stardom, he's been dominated by a spunky attitude, "well, where do you expect me to stay?"
Bill cocks his head, shrugs a shoulder, "you could stay with us?"
"Hm," Garrett rubs his beard, thinking.
Wolf says, "besides, who needs you, when we've got Trey?"
Bill questions, "Trey?"
Garrett says, "my guard, who is with me all the time."
"Where is he now?"
"Waiting outside. We don't mix business with pleasure."
Tom has often heard Mat say that, but with a mysteriousness lingering over their heads, he and Bill seem to have the same brilliant idea, heading out the front door. Opening it, they are faced, or rather are stopped by the back of a huge man.
Brightening up, because in reality, seeing Trey's back to them, like a wall, "you've got a point there, Wolf."
"Oh course. I always figure it out, right?"
"Good, then that settles it," Wolf says, ducking under Trey's arm. "Hart? Dev? You coming?"
Not which they had to, Hart says, "I guess we'll be leaving with Wolf, if that's okay, Tom?"
"Shoo!" Tom laughs.
Bill says, "I guess my nephew has got you wrapped around his little finger?"
Garrett says, "oh, much more than his little finger, I assure you!"
Bill didn't like the sound of that, being Wolf is 'family', "oh? Like, how would that go, Garrett?"
Tom is then the one to inform, "Billy is Wolf's uncle, you know?"
"That I know, or else how else would I be here, shackled to you two?"
Bill says, "that's cold of you?"
"Sorry."
"Oh, you will be," Bill says in a cunning manner.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Tom was following the conversation closely, "what that means is, looks like Billy will be having two slaveboys on their knees tonight!"
"What the fuck?"
Maybe the two misread things, Tom saying, "or could it be me, on my knees for two masters?"
Being adamant, Garrett says, "you better believe that's how it's going to go!"
Tom is in heaven, "yippee!"
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"I think we're lost."
Kyle is tapping his cellphone, moving it up, down, sideways, "I'm not getting any reception."
Nick says, "I can't believe, you, Patrick, a cop, and you don't have a map in the car?"
Patrick scolds, "uh, like, in this darkness, do you think we could tell which way is north, east, south, west, up or down, Nick?"
Kyle, sitting in the back, pulls on a seat, "hey, look. A cabin with a light on!"
"Cool," Nick says, "we can stop and ask directions."
They stop and before anyone gets out, Patrick says, "you have your police ID, Kyle?"
"Uh, yeah, why?"
"Give it to me."
Kyle says, hand in his back pocket, "what for?"
"I've heard things about these woods. Hillbillies? Rednecks? Trust me, you don't want people knowing we are on the police force."
"You think we could be in danger?"
"One never knows," Patrick takes the rookie's ID and stashes it in the wiring underneath the seat, along with his own.
"I think I'm in the clear," Nick says.
However, when they approach the cabin, there wasn't anyone who came to the door with a shortgun in hand. Instead they are welcomed in by a kind, sweet older gent.
"Welcome, welcome. Yes, come in and sit by the fire. Have you eaten?"
Compared to Nick and Kyle, in their twenties, Patrick thirty-seven, the homeowner had to be around seventy, give or take a decade.
"I hope we're not putting you out?"
"No, not at all," they were led into a kitchen. "Beer?"
"Sure," Patrick says.
"How about for the youngsters, if they're old enough?"
"None for me," Kyle says.
Nick says, "me neither," even though he would indulge in a bar, party, or even at home.
Feeling shamed, Patrick says, "well, maybe one."
They are feeling comfortable, when a man comes in through the kitchen door, "oh, grandpa, I didn't know we were having company?"
All three, Patrick, Kyle and Nick were all mesmerized by the man, bearded, burly, carrying a cord of wood, with only a baseball cap on, in addition to a pair of jeans and boots.
"Jerry, this is," grandpa couldn't remember who was who, obviously.
"Hi, I'm Patrick," he offers a hand, winding up catching a piece of wood that falls off the top.
Kyle and Nick stand back for now, offering a 'hi' and pinning their names to themselves.
Patrick then takes the lead, telling of how they were lost and saw the light on in the cabin.
Jerry says, "oh, you're not so far off course. The campground is not so far up the road. I could take you there myself. But oh, I'm not into leaving grandpa here by himself at night."
Patrick, who had followed Jerry to the old iron stove and wood pile, says, "you can then give us directions. I'm sure we'll find it."
"I doubt that very much."
"Oh? What gives?"
"Between here and camp there are about ten turnoffs and half of those are hidden by bushes or trees. In the night you could get lost up one of the side roads."
Patrick stood there above 'half-naked' Jerry, seemingly at an impasse, until Jerry says, "if one of you could stay here, I could guide the other two and then bring the third up later, if you find that suitable?"
His stare at Patrick seemed to single himself out, "sounds like a plan. I'll stay and you can show Kyle and Nick the way."
They had to be gone no less than twenty minutes and in that time Patrick learns Jerry's parents are a gay male couple, that 'grandpa' at first was not happy with it, that Jerry, adopted by the couple, spent more time with 'grandpa', and he also learned how to play checkers!
Opening the backdoor, Jerry enters, this time with a shirt on, "getting windy out there. Storm's a-coming."
With the inside dope in his back pocket, Patrick says, "oh, maybe I should wait till morning. You wouldn't happen to have an extra room I could bunk in?"
Jerry assesses the situation quickly and it wasn't just the boom of thunder that made him decide, "I'll take the sofa. You can stay in my room."
"No, I couldn't put you out like that. I'll take the sofa."
In a mild-mannered way, Jerry says, "have it your way."
No, if Patrick had it his way, he would be snoozing at Jerry's side, or backside!
Sheets, a blanket and pillow were brought out, Jerry saying, "the fire should keep you warm, but there's a blanket, just in case."
With Jerry's hunky build, Patrick was hoping for another accomodation, "thanks. You don't know how much I appreciate this."
Jerry, getting ready for bed, thinks on Patrick's words, smiles and as he lays down, begins to stroke his boner.
"Uh, excuse me," Patrick knocks after saying it, same time seeing Jerry rustle with the covers, "in case I have to use the boy's room?"
"Uh, feel free to use mine. Grandpa and I each have our own," and without getting out of bed, which could reveal something 'mighty', "it's over there."
"Thanks," Patrick purposely shifts his eyes to the bed, then turns towards the opposite wall, "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything!"
Jerry lays there, listening to every little noise, hearing Patrick whistle a tune, stop as he utters, 'ah-h-h', then a flush, the sink water running and without further torturing himself, rises out of bed and stands at the bathroom door.
Opening the door, Patrick stands there, blocked by Jerry's chunky bod.
"I was thinking. Tomorrow morning you're bound to wake with a terrible ache in your neck. From the sofa?"
"Oh?" Patrick says, playing the game, "where do you think I should sleep then?"
If he thought a city man knew all the moves, he could not be as quick to react, Patrick feeling a pair of hands take him up in an embrace, lips upon lips, feet shuffling, by not only one, but two, working their way towards the bed.
In no time Jerry was grinding his meat into the bed, as Patrick reamed his ass. But that wasn't the end of things, Patrick surprised as hell, being flipped over onto his back!
With knees pinning Patrick's arms to his sides, Jerry shimmies up until his shaft lies on Patrick's lips, saying, "do I need to get a crowbar?"
Feeling it more as a joke, than a threat, Patrick succumbs to the hard tool, opening up. He expected something rough, like Jerry's shaft being forced down his throat, but it wasn't like that at all. Between running his tongue up and down Jerry's hard cock, there were times of withdrawal and more kissing, love making.
As the finale, Jerry never forced Patrick to suck, stroking fervishly, depositing his load onto a bed of fuzzy hair. Then, as if claiming a spot in the forest, Jerry lies down, cementing their chests with the human glue.
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