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'YoGA MaT' 28 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Tom was a little jealous, of another man in on their sexual romp, glad that Mat had sent Callum over to Hasan, but now, there is Hasan, standing right there among them, with a gripe!
"Hey, you send Callum over to me?"
Interrupting Mat and Tom's crafted little plan, which includes Ashton, things begin to fall out of place, Hasan standing among them, Callum in the wings.
"That would be me," Mat says. "You got a problem with it?"
Another fine specimen to tease Tom's eyes! : )
"No problem," Hasan looks to Callum. "Nice of you to send me over a new play toy. Was wondering if you have a private place for us to play?"
"Of course," Mat says, thinking of making this more than it is. "Follow me."
Ashton is as confused as Tom, "like what's up with that?"
Tom, hand on Ashton's shoulder, which gave him a nice view of looking down the ginger coated chest, "seek and we shall find!"
The five were headed upstairs, when descending the steps, made the middle of the stairway at an impasse.
"You're going to have to back up, Randy."
Randy stood there, looking down upon a mountain of man-flesh, "uh, I was just using the john. Like, where are you all headed?"
Mat says, "where does it look like, dah?"
"Oh. Right," Randy laughs, being he was going downstairs and they are headed up.
Immediately, without losing sight, he backs his way up the wrought iron staircase. He allows them all to pass by, studying each one, even though he needn't for some, like Mat, being he's seen him in the raw already.
One passerby dares to hold out a hand and like he's fanning his way through a wall of willows, connects with Randy's bare abs, "nice," Hasan says, "we have met before?"
"Sure we have. I'm Randy, but you probably don't know me without my long dreads?"
Flirting, Hasan says, "that's right, but even without, you're such a hot stud!"
Callum loves the sub role, but when it looks as if he's about to be denied the action, "and I'm not," he boldly says, "a hot stud?"
Hasan is a good role player, but when it comes to matters of the heart, realizes the things he's just promised Callum, in order that they should have a good, erotic time, "of course, Callum. You're right. Sorry, Randy. Another time."
"Another time, what?" Sean says, toweling his hair off, after stepping out of the shower.
Randy was about five minutes before getting into trouble, if his new mate hadn't come along, "uh nothing, Sean."
Sensing Randy and Sean are together, Hasan says, "yeah, right, um, Callum and me, we're headed up to Mat's room to have a little group fun, if you're interested?"
The thing with Randy and Sean, they literally came out to each other and said when it comes to anal sex, they prefer to be on the giving end and not the receiving. Thus, staying vigilant, in order to fulfill sexual desire, they prefer to 6/9, which about six encounters later, proves there still is a void, being they both love the feeling of a guy's tight ass!
"Hasan has invited me, well you and me, to get it on, if you're up for it, Sean?"
Randy, twenty, Sean, twenty-six, they are still in their prime, sexually active that they have spare loads available when necessary, "well, we just showered, which makes us nice and clean," Sean looks to Randy, "and up for another go around."
Rubbing hands together, a new plan hatched, Randy says, "let's get it on then."
Things didn't work out as planned.
With Mat, Tom and Ashton, the tide turned, Randy gravitating towards the trio, "uh, I know you said you never mix business with pleasure, Mat?"
Tom knew the question wasn't for him, and certainly not able to answer, with his mouth full!
"Whatever business we do, stays at the studio," Mat makes it up as he goes along, "but when we're at my place, whatever things of pleasure we do, stays here. Get it?"
Being truthful, Randy says, "no."
Tired of talk, Hasan says, "business? Pleasure? It's all pleasure, so let's forget that and get with the pleasure?"
He was already forming an O around Randy's right nip with his mouth.
"Ahem," Callum says, standing there with arms folded over the bottom of his pecs, "I thought this was supposed to be about me?"
Sounds selfish, partial, Hasan saying, "it's your first duty to stand there and endure watching the master make love to another slave."
That didn't swim!
That got Hasan in trouble, Randy brushing his lips away from his smooth pec, "slave? Is that what you think I am to you?"
Sean had been drying his pubes, taking it all in, which results in him laughing his ass off, "I was wondering when you were going to sober up, Rand?"
To top it all off, in walks Nick, "hey Mat," he holds up a cell, "phone call. They say it's important."
Mat self-questions his cell in Nick's hand, but being he didn't have a stitch of clothing, on, felt up his bod where it should be, "no wonder it's in your hand and not my pants pocket!"
Handing it to Mat, Nick says, "not which I meant to be nosy, but passing by where it was plugged in, in the kitchen?"
"No explanation necessary."
Thinking it might be something extremely important, Tom hung back as well.
Mat, a finger on a button, says, "go have your fun Tom. I've got this."
"Thanks. All the same, I'll wait."
There could a dozen hot men waiting for Tom, but there were those times when his partner superseeded all that hotness.
Moving to where he stood behind Mat, like eavesdropping, Tom watches as Mat places a return call.
On the other end a familiar voice picks up, Mat saying, "Alton? Didn't I just," he tries to explain, having saw him minutes ago.
"I know. I was there, but was called back to the station."
"So, what is it that warrants calling me away from a harem of a dozen horny men?"
He was joking, but the private eye's voice came across as serious, "are you sitting down?"
"No," Mat does change from a jovial manner to clutching Tom's hand, "but go ahead."
Putting the call on speaker phone, Tom and Mat listen as it's told, Sherman has been in a car crash. Not fatal, they are told he has some serious injuries and since there are no family in the area, would they come down to the hospital.
Clicking off the phone, Mat announces to Tom, "party's over. I'll leave it up to you to clear the place out?"
Thinking of himself, well as the welfare of friends with hard shafts, Tom says, "not which I don't feel anything for Sherman and his situation, but we're going to have a lot of disapointed guests on our hands?"
"Really, Tom?"
Tom knew that 'voice', a serious side of Mat, which usually was followed by sermonizing.
"I would be a little more concerned at the moment, with the investment we have in the gym, not that I'm not sensitive to Sherman's injuries."
There it was, as Tom predicted, "on it."
When confronting the disappointed guests with a suggestion they postpone the party, Bill steps up, "no problem, Tommy," he runs a hand down his buddy's fuzzy front, ending at the tip of the barrel, "we can take the party to my place."
"That would be swell," Tom says.
Bill smiles. He doesn't know how many times he's asked his friend to keep the word, 'swell' under wraps, "sure, no problem. You know I'm always up for making things just dandy!"
'Dandy', 'swell', each had their own words which when under fire from each other, could provoke, bring on sweet punishiment.
"If I wasn't under pressure, from you know who, I'd stop where I'm at and have a nip-tugging-war with you."
Missing those younger days, when two guys latched onto each others' nips, each squeezing the other, with intentions of driving into submission, "you know you always won, Billy?"
A mind-slip, Bill reaches out and touches Tom, "a taste for what's to come?"
Tom's head drops back, as he surrenders his nips to Bill's touching, uttering sweet tones of pleasure, "ooooh-oooh-ooh, you really know how to torture a guy, Billy!"
A short giggle, Bill says, "yeah, just like old times, eh?"
Not only him making Tom's nips turn from brown, to pink, to purple, the sweet sensation of his pain-pig-pecs shoots down to between his legs, "it gets me everytime!"
Mat, having grabbed some jeans and a tee shirt, stuffing his wallet in the back pocket, feeding a belt through the loops, comes upon the two, his lover standing there, Bill's hands keeping Tom in a trance, "never send a boy to do a man's job!"
Like Tom's trying to hide the facts, purple nips and a swollen shaft, he brushes Bill's hands away, "oh yeah," he blushes, "I guess I let things get a little out of hand."
Angelic persona, Bill says, "um, yeah, hee-hee, sorry 'bout that!"
It's not like, at moments such as this, Mat was not sympathetic, "I'm taking the jeep. Meet you at the hospital, Tom."
Giving his lover a pec on the lips, Mat also adds a tweaking of Tom's nip, saying, "later then!"
As they watch Mat leave, Bill, his hand on Tom's dick, says, "now, where were we, Tommy?"
All it took was a sharp pinch and Bill's hand was soiled with Tom's spunk.
"Well, that didn't take long!"
Tom was hoping for something a little more drawn out, but shit happens, "oops, my bad."
He held up a hand in front of Tom's face as if he was a stop sign, Bill saying, "you know the drill, Tommy."
If more relaxed, instead of having lover-issues hanging over his head, Tom would take his time, licking off Bill's fingertips, then work his tongue down his friend's bod, "that I do and I'd love to do you right here and now, Billy, but you know what happens when Mat gets something in his head, like I don't feel like sleeping in separate beds for the coming week?"
Bill had to rub it in, not the gooey hand, but with his hard shaft on the palm of his hand, "you're not going to leave me like this?"
At times like these Detective Alton Sharf takes it as it comes, "go Tom. I've got this."
With all intentions of dropping to his knees, opening his mouth and consuming his best friend's enormous erection, Tom says, "are you sure I'm not putting you out, Alton?"
A crackerjack in his field of detective work, Alton was sure of the facts, "how long was it Mat threw you out of the bedroom last time you disobeyed him?"
"Fuck you, Alton," Tom leaves.
Bill laughs, saying, "I guess you know how to push Tommy's buttons."
Running hands down Bill's arms, sliding over right at the pec line, pressing thumbs inward over hairy pecs, one of Alton's digits presses in on Bill's nip, his mouth over the other, his free hand roaming down between the legs.
Bill was about to rejoice over the nice way Alton was making him feel, when his cell sounds out a tune. Both men check their phones, which they realize, have the same musical composition.
"Mine." Seeing who it was from, "um, I gotta take this."
Alton thought he was out of luck, hearing Bill say, 'no, not busy at all'.
However, it was a short, short call, Alton questioning, "got better plans, Bill?"
"Not if you want to stick around and meet my new friend, Frankie?"
Certainly he was going to stay, but also was all ears, regarding Bill's new aquaintance.
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Walking into the hospital, as the double doors open automatically, Mat is confronted by young chef Geoff, the twenty year old cuisine-genius, yet to make his mark on history, approaching, a bandaid and two sticthes above his right eye, "Mat, I'm so glad you're here."
Mat was taken aback a little. He hadn't met Geoff more than a couple of days and already they are on hugging terms?
"Me too. Uh, how's Sherman?"
Breaking apart, Geoff drops his arms, as if in despair, "I'm not sure. I'm not one who gets it right when a doctor gives a diagnosis, but he seems kind of out of it."
For Mat that could mean anything, but he wasn't blaming Geoff, "I see."
Leaving it as that for now, as Mat works his way towards the front desk, he meets up with a familiar face, "Dr. Steve?"
A person whom has kind of dropped out of Mat's life, connects, "Mat, long time no see."
He wasn't a doctor of medicine, but right now Mat welcomed any news he could get and coming from a psychiatrist was the next best thing, "I'm here for Sherman. Would you happen to have heard anything, or can find out any information? I'd appreciate it."
Steven disappears for a moment.
Geoff says, "I know this is not the time to talk about this, but I've been getting to know Steven, on a professional basis, of course."
"If it's for professional reasons," Mat says, "then nothing wrong with that." Though, to let Geoff know he knows where this could be heading, "on the side though, Dr. Steve is a very hot man."
Knowing Mat was saying for his benefit, Geoff says, "thanks for understanding."
Two minutes later, that hot man is back, "Sherman is out of surgery, but resting."
"Surgery?" Mat questions.
"Yeah," Geoff says, filling in some details of the car accident, "his airbag didn't deploy, for whatever reason, and his stomach slammed up against the steering wheel."
"Horrible," Mat called it. "How did this all happen?"
"I heard one of the cops talking to another," Geoff explains, "some young guys drinking and on weed, ran a light. I could pretty much see it coming, but it was too late to see or do anything."
Mat says, "well, I hope you are not blaming yourself?"
Dr. Steve jumps in, "I thought the same, there was nothing Geoff could do to prevent it."
Geoff smiles, after paying close attention to Dr. Steve, charmed by both his features and standing with him on the issue, "I know now, it happened so fast, there was nothing I could do."
Taking Geoff's arm, Mat consoles, rubbing a hand up his forearm, "I'm sure in the days to come, the police report will get the facts straight. For now, we just need to make sure Sherman gets the best of care."
Sensing Mat's compassion, Geoff says, "he's lucky to be working for you."
Seeing things were at the best possible situation that they could be, Mat tries calming Geoff, "so, where are we with the cafe situation?"
Dr. Steve excuses himself.
Mat and Geoff sit down, stretch their legs out, Geoff saying, "things are good, I think. I mean, well to tell you the truth, far as the cafe business goes, I'm more into the baking part than running it."
"So, what you're telling me is, you need a manager to run the cafe?"
"I know," the twenty-year old chef surrenders his feelings and perhaps a little of his pride, "I said I could take care of running things, but after a little of trying to run the show, I kind of failed."
Mat says, "you've been through a lot today and," his phone jingles, "hold on a second."
While Mat speaks, and though Geoff has an inkling Mat is talking about him, when he clicks off, "I heard my name dropped?"
First Mat sets the stage, "that was a new friend, Greg, who has recently become separated from his line of employment, due to the business he was in, going out of business. It's complicated, but what it means to us," he nudges Geoff's elbow, "I think we may have a new manager for the cafe."
"Awesome! Tell me about him."
"Better than that, he's on his way over."
"Cool."
Mat smiles, thinking of himself before getting head over heels into the yoga studio, how twenty years ago he showed the same enthusiasm over a new business adventure.
Then the doctor came in to speak to Mat about Sherman.
Geoff pay attention as best he could, but also wondered about this 'Greg'. He wondered what he looked like, his age, and being Mat had said he ran a chain of hardware stores and one time, a supermarket, he's got to be as old as his dad, in his forties?
Doors popping open, an older dude passes through and Geoff wondered if that was him? No, he asked for a room number at the desk and left. Next was a young lad accompanied by his mother, surely not!
Next was a dude, not much older than himself, he suspected, which Geoff discounted as well, resigning to sitting back down in the line of chairs. 'Shame', he thought, the guy being hot as hell!
Then his loins took a leap, when the mystery man approaches Mat, "hi, I just wanted you to know I'm here, but I'll wait until you're done, Mat."
He touches Mat's arm while talking, receives acknowledgement, then sits down, about five seats away from Geoff.
Mat is then called over to the desk.
Geoff wondered if he should or shouldn't, but finally gives in to curiosity, "hey, I'm Geoff. Are you Greg?"
He really thought not, though odds were against his opinion, being Greg was not only hot, but way too young to be an entrepeneur in business.
"That I am," Gregs gets up out of his seat and walks towards Geoff.
"Wow, you're so young," Geoff rises up out of his seat to greet Greg.
He was also larger than life, apparent by the strength of Greg's handshake and lifting Geoff out of his seat, "am I?" he smiles.
Geoff senses something there, but accepts without judgement the smile and smug grip on his hand.
Rather than dwell on looks, which Greg has a plenty good amount, Geoff introduces himself, followed by, "oh, but you already know that, huh Greg?"
He did, but says, "Mat probably doesn't know this, but since I've separated from my former employer, I've gone back to referring to myself by my given name. If it's not a problem, you can call me, Glenn?"
Geoff is six-foot-one, but Glenn seems taller, "are you sure your name's not Atlas?"
Even with clothes on, a polo shirt, slacks, Geoff could tell Glenn filled every inch of fabric.
"If you're asking if I workout, I do, but you don't seem to be skimpy when it comes to the gym?"
Laughing, Geoff says, "are you kidding? Since I started cooking, I've gained some belly fat."
Glenn laughs, "where?"
Geoff took a chance, being he thought Glenn was already flirting, grabs hold of his tee shirt, lifting it up till the abs trail can be seen, stretching down to this flat navel, "right here?"
Like crazy did Glenn want to reach out and touch, but being they weren't in that kind of environment, "well yes, I suppose you could drop a couple of pounds and tighten up on those abs a bit."
Probably Geoff held his tee up a little more than he should have, "maybe I'll get serious about hitting the gym when I get my business going."
That dark tummy trail against the deep Italian skin, Glenn was thirsty for more, "well, getting down to business, I'm sure we have a lot to talk about."
Playing coy, Geoff says, "oh, are you going to manage my cafe?"
"We'll have to talk to Mat, but I think that's the plan."
Glenn strongly hoped that's the way he thinks it's going to go.
Sure enough, when Mat bids the doctor farewell and turns to face the two, he doesn't readily speak about Sherman, "so, have you two become acquainted, Greg?"
"Glenn," Geoff explains the transition from 'Greg'.
"Not a problem," Mat says. "Just will take getting used to, I guess."
Geoff reverts back to, "how's Sherman. Is he going to be in the hospital long?"
Grim look, Mat says, "looks that way. At least four or five days, then he's going to need physical therapy. Looks like he's going to be out of the game for a while."
Glenn throws Mat a curve, "I don't know if you know it, but I've gone back to school for a bachelor's in sports management, with intentions of running my own gym, if that's of some help?"
Before Mat could respond, a nurse appears, "they're ready for you at the desk, Mr. Mat?"
Mat had given them his full name, which at times he says it like a joke, 'Mathieu Jean-Luc Gilles-Norbert', waiting like a punchline to catch their reaction!
"Oh, okay," then patting Glenn on the shoulder, "you two get to know each other and we'll talk Monday morning."
Geoff says, "it's Sunday."
He left it open-ended, hoping Glenn would pick up the slack, "so, what are you doing for the rest of the weekend?" he laughs.
Placing a hand on his stomach, Geoff says, "uh, maybe you could show me how to get rid of this extra fat?"
Moving in closer, not as a romantic hit, Glenn says, "I've got kind of a thrown together, makeshirt gym at home, if you would like to try it out?"
"Cool and maybe I could throw together a little dinner for us."
Glenn is quick to comeback, "slim chance of that. Probably most of what I have in the fridge has been in there for the past month."
"Oh."
"Yeah, right?" Glenn says, standing there, staring. "Well, should we go?"
"Yeah. Sure," Geoff says, following Glenn's direction by turning around.
From what Glenn could detect, by the tightness of Geoff's tee shirt, his mouth watered at the thought of two perky nips trying to poke their way through the top half of the tee.
So irked on about the hidden physique, when they get in the car, Glenn, before putting the car in gear, says, "by the way, and I understand if you haul off and punch my lights out, but you wouldn't happen to be gay?"
Before Glenn can get the edge of things, Geoff says, "you wouldn't happen to be a top?"
From his former buddies, Alton and Marc, Glenn has learned that labels don't always adhere to a situation, "I'm whatever you want me to be!"
"Cool. Maybe we should stop and shop before heading home."
Glenn liked that, especially when Geoff said it like they were headed home to 'their' place and not just 'his'.
On the way home, as Mat had suggested, they got to know each other. Geoff, 20, had a birthday coming up in a month, whereas Glenn, 25, had just had one.
"I thought you were older," Geoff says.
"Most people think the same. I guess it's because I had to buck up and take on responsibility in a hurry."
"How's that go?"
Glenn, while at a red light, contemplates, "both my parents passed a couple of years back and I had to 'grow up' rather fast, being they left a whole estate, business and much everthing else in their wake."
"Are you like, rich, or something?"
"I guess I could've been, if I hadn't a brother to split everything with. He's more the frugal type. However, as I begin my studies, I'm finding out how to spend money more wisely and how to invest. I really should've taken my brother's advice, but I was younger and more duped by 'buy now, pay later' and wound up with hefty credit card bills. All that's paid off, but unlike my brother-the-hoarder, I'm not sitting on a stack of cash in the bank!"
"You don't seem like the type, especially when you talk about going back to school, getting a degree and managing Mat's gym."
"Not now. That's what growing up fast does to a person. If I want to keep the house, the cars, and the amenities that go with it, I better wise up!"
"Oh, so you are rich?"
As they pull into a parking spot in the grocery market lot, Glenn puts the car in park, "c'mere, I want to tell you a secret."
"What?" Geoff leans over.
Glenn pulls on the back of Geoff's neck, kissing him, "I think things are starting to look up for me!"
"Holy shit!"
"What? Was I being too aggressive?" Glenn says.
"No," but Geoff had to think on it.
As they get out of the car, assemble at the trunk to load up on grocery bags, Glenn says, "so about that. I guess I just kind of lost control."
"Which means, when we get back to your house, it's going to be okay for me to lose control?"
They literally rushed into and through the market, Geoff picking out ingredients of for eggplant parmagiana.
Tossing Geoff his car keys, "here, have them put it on my account. I'll meet you at the car."
Geoff caught them midchest, and asked where Glenn was going, but he didn't reply.
Loading the groceries in the bag, he knew something was up with the cashier, "you know Glenn?"
"Yeah. He's a good guy. Uh, you and him boyfriends?"
"I don't know. We just met today," Geoff says. "Why? You know him well?"
Geoff meant intimately, which the clerk says, "we're friends."
"Do you like, know him well?"
"We became friends when his parents passed. I delivered food to the house. I have to admit I wanted more than to deliver food, but Glenn's mind was on the moment and everything that goes with putting parents to rest. He really did man up and I respect him for that."
Geoff felt okay about popping the question, "did he have any boyfriends after that?"
"You don't have to worry. There's no one person in Glenn's life."
Geoff didn't know what to say. If he wants answers, then he figures he'll have to go to the source.
The clerk, Barr, short for Barry, helped him out to the car with the groceries, then Geoff sat in the passenger side, waiting.
Five minutes after, Glenn comes to the car, climbs in behind the wheel, handing Geoff a bag, "here, hold this."
"What is it?"
Not which Geoff didn't suspect, the sound of clinking bottles.
"Something to get you high so I can force myself on you!"
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Coming out of the hospital, Mat headed for his Jaguar XF. Mat had built his business and personal life on many things, one being perception. Of this, he smiles, when about ten feet away from his 'shiny blue' ride.
No fail, he hears his name called, "hey Mat, how's it going?"
Stepping from the other side of Mat's vehicle, the voice wasn't familiar, but the face matches who he thinks it is, "James, funny meeting you here."
"Um, yeah, about that," James scratches his locks of ginger-blond hair, and after smoothing it all back, replaces a baseball cap, "to be honest, I'm not here out of coincidence."
Actually, between leaving the party because of Sherman's accident, then spending the next hour and half working out details of his injuries, setting up a payment schedule, and thoughts running around in his head about a new opening up, without the key person in charge, seeing James' beautiful face, shaded eyes, was a welcome distraction.
With James working at small details at the yoga studio, Mat could easily put aside thoughts of coincidence, "I think it's nice of you, James, to follow up on one of our fellow employees."
It's not why James was there, "uh, yeah, about that," he again scratches his scalp, removes the baseball cap, smooth his hair back and replaces it, "my being here might be considered coincidence, but I came to the hospital for another reason."
For the life of him, other than for Sherman's benefit, Mat could not figure out why, "I'm sure you have your reasons and I don't need to know all your business, James. Do you need a ride somewhere?"
He seemed nervous, Mat wondering why the skepticism, James saying, "I guess."
Even though Mat was tired, wanting to get home, have a drink, maybe a hot bath, relax and enjoy the last few hours of his Sunday, he genuinely cared about those in his employe, "that doesn't sound too concrete. Why don't you hop in and we'll talk about it?"
It would also give Mat a legal excuse to pay attention to the hot fratboy!
"Okay. Let me get my gear."
'Gear?' Mat says to himself, watching James dash away. On the return volley, he held a backpack over one shoulder and lugged next to him a beatup piece of luggage, one wheel not cooperating.
"Would you mind popping the trunk?"
Funny thing, Mat remembered the broken wheel, when James showed up one day out of the blue, the way it 'hiccuped' and another thing, "I thought you were staying with that patient Dr. Steve set you up with?"
"Was," James says as they stuff the piece of luggage in the trunk, or try to, "but trust me, the guy is a lunatic."
"Hm," Mat turns it into light humor, "I guess that's why he's under psychiatric care!"
"No, really, he's a nice guy, but he's got issues, like every time I put something down in the apartment, he had to pick it up and fix it."
Standing there, idle from not being to fit the piece of rolling luggage in the car, "maybe he's just being neat."
"Yeah, neat too much."
"Well, your luggage is not going to fit. Would it be possible to dump it out into the trunk and maybe I can dig up a piece at home you can use?"
"I guess I can do that. Thanks."
Mat wasn't so sure about it, when James opens it, most of the articles reeking from need of a laundromat.
"Damn, James, no wonder your room mate is complaining."
They laughed about it, sorting it out, right there in the hospital parking lot, separating clothing which, after a wash job, could be worn. When done, the only salvaged items were a tee shirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of jeans.
He makes excuse, "yeah, I really haven't been able to shop since hitchhiking across country. If I couldn't afford rent, you know I can't afford a new wardrobe!"
After they both took everything but the three pieces of clothing to the hospital dumpster, Mat says, "we'll stop by the yoga studio and you can go through the lost and found box."
It was closed, but Mat let them in, making their way to the locker room, "I'm sure we'll find something in your size."
However, after laying the items out on a bench, there wasn't anything much, except some briefs and one-and-a-half pair of socks!
"Now what am I gonna do?"
"Fear not," Mat smiles, thinking how cute James is, in a pouting mood.
James follows Mat to Tom's office, while he says, "I don't think you and Tom are too much difference in build."
He could differ about that assumption, but James accepts the charity, "mostly, I guess."
"Whatever, at least it's clean."
They find some nice items, including Tom's special tee, "oh wow, a Red Hot Chili Pepper's concert tee shirt!"
"Yeah, one of Tom's favorites. Go ahead though, try it on."
James stands there, holding the shoulders of the shirt out, "nah, I don't think I should."
"Nonsense. He won't mind."
Mat bit his lip, hoping James would want to, anxious to check out the physique!
"If you don't think he'll mind," James sets the shirt down on Tom's desk and strips off the tee he's wearing.
Mat tries to hide his glee, the smile on his face and certainly how he knows he'll feel down yonder. As predicted, it gives his shaft a few jollies, gazing upon James' beautiful assault on the eyes, that lush ginger-brown foliage, stretching over the landscape of his pecs, down his abs and disappearing into his beltline.
"Fits good, I guess," James smooths the Peppers out over his pecs.
"Perfect fit, I'd say," Mat compliments. "Why don't you wear it home."
"Home?"
Mat could only guess, "listen, I know you don't have a place to go to at the moment, but it's not like I'm going to put you out on the street. Why," he puts the blame on, "Tom wouldn't have it!"
"Wow you two guys are some kind of humanitarians, to take in guys like us."
Mat feels flush, "it's a strength of our nature."
"I've never heard of that before."
"No? It's like, what goes around, comes around. What we do for people, it's going to swing around and someday repay us in another way."
"That's deep, Mat. If ever I can do something for you, all you have to do is ask."
Mat smiles, and guesses he was lifting his eyebrows, "really?"
Stepping closer to Mat, "well, I don't mind doing anything oral for you, but fucking is kind of off the table."
Picking up the small pile he and James have assembled, Mat says, "not which I was suggesting, but thanks for the thought!"
Riding home, to Mat and Tom's place, James picked up on a talked about thought, "I know Tom plays around a lot, so I've heard, but what about you and this open relationship business, Mat?"
"I'm pretty much content with what I have with Tom, but as we both feel, it's a shame not to tie ourselves down so much, that we can't enjoy the beauty of other men."
Feeling that Mat is talking specifically about himself, James swallows and feeling guilty about the topic now, "I suppose that's okay to feel that way, about some men."
"Well, I suppose we better be on our way," Mat says.
In reality, sitting there, chatting, he was getting dangerously to popping a boner!
It's not that James wasn't feeling the fallout as well, "I mean, if you and Tom confess to each other at the end of the day, that you've been with another man, I wouldn't mind it if you had to mention my name."
Not abruptly, but braking just the same, Mat says whimsically, "why, James Dello, are you coming onto me?"
Embarrasing, James claims, "oh, no, no, no, no, no, not in the least."
The fact he faces the door, gives Mat a hint, "okay. Just checking." However, putting a hand on James knee, "but don't be so hard on yourself, James. Don't think you're the only one into wishful thinking!"
James turns his face back around, dropping his jaw, "really? Well, if you want a blow job or something, I'd have no problem giving you one."
Mat pulls into the driveway.
The looks of the landscape sidetracks James, "this is where you and Tom live?"
"This here's the place," Mat says, putting it in park and moving the door ajar.
"Awesome!"
Mat hopes James didn't forget about that blowjob.
Letting them in, Mat, whether he suspects Tom is home or not, always announces himself, "honey, I'm home!"
"I'm in the kitchen!"
Walking to his left, Mat is followed by James, eyeing up the details of furnishings.
He is really wowwed when entering the kitchen, Tom clothed in only a green apron, with the saying, 'Kiss Me i'm Irish!'
Mat kisses Tom, Tom saying, as he turns towards James, "well, where's my kiss?"
James just stands there, "really?"
But it hits Tom, "hey, I got a Chili's shirt just like that!"
Mat, picking from one of the trays of food Tom was arranging, "it's yours, Tom. Get over it."
"Oh?" Tom wonders, "you got to see James without a shirt?"
Which Tom was instantly over it, not planning on washing it before he wore it next!
James jumps in there, "oh, Mat said you wouldn't mind."
"That he got to see you shirtless?"
"Maybe that," James did think about it, "but that I wore it because I didn't have another to pull on."
Snidely without intention, Tom says, "well you better not go getting any food on it!"
Seeing Tom smile, James knew it wasn't born out of anger, "of course not," he lifts the tee up overhead.
"Oh my," Tom says, folding arms across his middle and rubbing a hand over his jaw, at the sight of James' furry bod!
A long time ago, way back in his teen years, Mat resigned to the fact he had nothing to be ashamed about, being naked in front of people. What had set it off was the high school bike ride, whereas he and his buddies decided to prank school officials and at the end of the tour, came in over the finish line, wearing no coverup.
So, he thought nothing of going to the laundry room, stripping down and coming back out to the kitchen, naked!
"Oh wow!"
Not which he hasn't seen Mat at the yoga studio stripped naked, but shocked he wasted no time in his own home?
Mat says, "c'mon James, don't be shy."
"Um," he wasn't sure, "okay. If you say so."
Truly, he uses the excuse of not wanting to soil up Tom's Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt with awaiting food.
Tom says, "yum, I see what I'm going to munch on!"
Not holding back on any of their kinky secrets, Mat says, "mind your manners, Tom or I'll have to let James give you a flogging."
Startled, James got what Mat meant, but not sure he heard right, "a flogging?"
"Yeah," Tom smiles, "you know, take off your belt and lay it over my back? That is, if you can get into it?"
Not which he was thinking about playing along, James says as he folds Tom's tee shirt up, "I dunno. I've never done it. Have never thought about it, I mean like doing it for sport. My old man used to do it, but that was because he had to do something to punish me. I guess that's how it went."
Tom, into BDSM, could relate to it as a 'sport', but as serious corporal punishment, could condemn it, using it as a vehicle for other reasons, "oh James, I'm so sorry to hear that."
It was the tender side of Tom that Mat loved, watching his partner approach James with open, loving arms.
James had never felt affection like this, Tom embracing him, which he felt obligated, "thanks."
Breaking apart, Tom says, "hungry?"
Being led over to the kitchen island, Tom attaching himself to James' hand, he felt safe to follow.
Mat, drinking a glass of wine, pours one for James, "remember what I was saying about what goes around, comes around?"
Taking the wine glass, James says, "I remember."
"I have a feeling it's going to come around for you!"
On his second glass of wine, James says, "hey, would it be okay if I stripped down?"
"No problem," Tom says. "Let me know if you need any help!"
James, with the inclination that Tom really wants to, "uh sure," he turns to Mat, "if it's okay with you?"
Setting his wine glass down, Mat says, "why don't I start you off?"
Tom moves a hand, paving the way between them for Mat to pass.
Passing through the narrow gap, Mat's hand brushes by Tom's apron.
"Fuck!"
Mat signals James to turn around.
Compelled to please the man who invited him into his own home, turns.
Stepping close to James, Mat butts his crotch up to James, circling his waist with his arms, hands going to the belt buckle, "uh, I think I'm going to need some help here, Tom."
"On it," Tom rubs hands together, standing in front of James, making him the middle of their sandwich.
"Oh shit, guys," James bites his lip, seeing Tom has removed his Irish apron!
But then, with Mat at the back and Tom pressing in against the front, James points his chin towards the rear, "uh, just to let you know, Mat, I'm not a bottom."
Feeling James' cock on his shaft, Tom says, "oh goody!"
Then, to mess up this impromtu little trio, Mat's cell rings.
Never missing a call, Mat has even been caught in the middle, the wedge of some dude's ass, with the ability to answer his cell and do business, while 'doing business'.
However, seeing the word 'medical' pop up, Mat excuse himself, "uh, I gotta take this, Tom. Think you can keep James occupied while I'm gone?"
"Mm, yummy, all for me," he rubs his hands together, licking his chops!
"And Tom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"Aye, aye, sir," Tom literally salutes his mate.
Having not participated in a triage, nor dare ever to move in on another man's mate, James says, "so, what are the rules?"
"Rules, none," Tom lets out an intentional laugh.
Foggy on the issue of toying with another man's man, James says, "there's got to be some lines Mat doesn't want me to cross."
"Can't think of one!"
Tom's grin staring him in the face, James still is with uncertainty, "yeah, but there's gotta be something?"
Placing a hand on a hip, Tom says, "well, there is one little thing."
"Yeah?"
"Mat is kind of a stickler, getting spunk on the floor. I mean, here in the kitchen it can be lapped up easily, but a rug, that can be a little rough on the tongue."
Tom could see James was a little repulsed over the whole issue, then he breaks silence, "a tongue on the floor, no matter if kitchen or a rug, isn't that kinda unsanitary?"
"Truthfully," Tom looks serious, "I've never licked a floor that had a rug on it. Only linoleum or concrete. It kind of goes with the territory."
Things seemed complicated enough for James, "territory?"
For now, Tom thought James' head was full enough with weird science, without having to explain the s&m games he, Mat and their friends liked to indulge in, "I'll explain it to you sometime."
With all this talk, Tom feels letdown, when Mat returns to report, "that was the hospital."
"Anything wrong?"
"Not really. Sherman snapped out of it momentarily, wanting to get out of bed, protesting he didn't have the finances to be laid up in a hospital."
Tom says, "a big man like that, I'm sure the nurse had their hands full."
"On the contrary. He took the phone away from his ear to tell Sherm, and I can almost quote it, 'you get those fuckin' feet back in the bed and don't make me come over there!'"
"No-o-o, he didn't say that. That man's got balls!"
James cracks a joke, "must be big ones at that!"
Tom was serious, so didn't joke, only looked down between James' legs and made his own assessment of how big a man's balls can be.
Moving over towards Tom, Mat places a hand on his beard, "do you think you can be a dear and entertain our guest for the night? I'm really pooped from the hectic day."
Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing, Mat giving up on such a fine specimen, "if I must!"
Truthfully, James knew he wouldn't enjoy his time half as much, not with another top, "no problem, Mat. I'll be sure to keep Tom entertained. And oh, you don't have to worry about me doing anything that would tick you off."
Knowing there wouldn't be anything, Mat says, "like what?"
Shrugging both shoulders, James says, "I dunno, but when the time comes, I'm sure Tom will let me know."
Another pat on Tom's fuzzy cheek, Mat says, "yeah, you'll let me know, huh?"
With a yawn, Mat says, "and Tom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Before you get yourself too involved, set James up in one of the guest rooms?"
"Really? You're going to let me spend the night?"
Hand on the banister railing, Mat says, "could be longer, depending on Tom's report back to me!"
After Mat's up the stairs, James says, "I can't believe Mat is so relaxed with all this."
Rubbing hands up and down James' arms, "you gotta know one thing."
"I knew there was something."
"Probably not what you think, that when there's another top involved in our little sex trio, he usually bows out."
"Come to think on it, I can understand that."
"You can?" was like Tom asking for an explanation.
"Sure. He most likely would rather hear about it later than participate. This way he doesn't have to share you with another man, in the physical sense?"
"You're probably right. Most of the time we're playing with two, three or more other guys and there's always bottoms that outweigh the number of tops," Tom smiles.
James says, "well, we better get with it before I lose my edge. Where do we start?"
That smile lingering, Tom says, "why don't I show you to the guest room?"
While he was in the buff, Mat decides to wash the day's grime from his bod. Tom had made up a gift basket for him for Christmas, which contained a plastic bottle of designer wash. Up until now, he's been using up a brand Tom hated, but he loved. However, after getting a whiff of the coconut scent, he was hooked. Regardless, always telling Tom, 'waste not, want not', it came back around and that last squeeze, delivering spit and hissing air, "yay, finally!"
Finally he could toss the old out and start on that coconut scent. It came out quite a liquidy gel, which he knew if Tom caught him in the act, he would get a sarcastic remark, like he was using up the whole container.
With plenty to go around, Mat smeared it across his chest. Then all over his pecs, which brought on a sensation from his perky nips. Guys who liked pleasing their dominant sex partner, would find a fairly fast way to get Mat's shaft raging. Whether it was some other guy, or himself, he began to peak.
It's then he regretted telling Tom to go on ahead with James. Then, he was condemning himself, remembering, "James doesn't get fucked!"
Mat laughs to himself, like it was something absurd.
At least Mat had come to grips that he'd rather have a guy making him come, rather than self-jerking himself off. Quickly he rinses off, dries, all the time thinking of what lucky guy wouldn't mind dressing and getting himself over to his house, at 8 o'clock at night?
Last number he dialed is, "pizza?"
It hit him like the power of suggestion, not which his stomach was growling, but his balls giving him a sudden jerky pulse, "Ashton!"
The first time he met Ashton, delivering pizza, it was quickie in the backseat of his car. Instead of the pizza parlor's number, Mat got the direct line, Ashton's phone.
Ashton had been a rich kid, who got tired of the 'rents running his life. In college, he fell in with this thirty-two year old campus worker, Steve, who ran a slave ring. Only, Ashton didn't know that that was what Steve was dealing. He thought Steve was looking for guys, to whore out, then get paid for their services. Ashton kind of liked the idea of finding guys for Steve's lair and visions of the big bucks it would draw in, not having to worry about parents who bought their son's affection.
Using his expertise, bod to test guys, about certain statistics Steve needed, like dick size, tight ass, etc. One of those things, Ashton loved, is finding out how tight an ass was, with his tongue, or seeing how wide he had to stretch his lips to fit a fat shaft in. Sometimes swallowing proved too much for him to handle.
All was going well and he was making good money, until the feds busted up the operation. Ashton was devastated to learn some of the guys he had personally checked out, instead of picking up tips making a one night stand, had been slave-trained by Steve and sold to the highest bidder.
Another thing Ashton learned, his father didn't care that he was gay, wasn't putting constraints on the funds he dished out to punish him. In fact, it was one of the cops his dad knew, alerted him and without hesitation, was there to bail Ashton out. And even though that was not immediately possible, his father was able to secure house arrest. It had been the first time in years Ashton gave his dad a hug!
Taking a job delivering pizza was a giant step down in Ashton's social life. However, where one door closes, another one opens and as he found, some guys can be monumentous in their tipping.
First time he delivered to Mat, it was one of their weekend pool parties. Such a good customer, Ashton's employer offered to have him stay and help dish out slices and help Mat out as much as possible with cleanup. Granted, most of the variety of pizzas had extra topping, but averaging $17 per pizza, times 30 pies, plus a couple of vegan varieties thrown in, plus catering expenses, which included open bar, Ashton's boss was making plenty off of the deal. It was worth his while to help Mat out in any way possible, for this party and 'the next'!
As a result of Mat praising Ashton with the service that went, 'beyond expectations', he now has the power to call up for a pizza and no matter what Ashton is up to, he can drop everything and deliver.
On the other end, he first alerts the boss, "Aldo, it's Mat on the line, wanting pizza delivery?"
Aldo, thirty-two year old shop owner, grabs the phone when it's Mat and has to take the order personally, "will you be needing any booze with that, on the house, of course."
The day Mat met Aldo, there was one regret, he wasn't gay. However, he never stops trying to convert the Italian stud, "no, but I could use one thing?"
"Name it and you've got it, Mat."
"Uh, you, if you're not doing anything?"
Politely, Aldo answers, "Ashton will have your order will be on your doorstep in about forty minutes."
"I guess that means you're not coming?"
"Oh, I'll be 'coming'," Aldo toys with Mat, "except it'll be with the missus and not you!"
Laughing his ass off, Mat says, "rude," hanging up.
He might be rude to hang up, but Aldo knows the drill, in place of a cordial goodbye. He'll include some six packs!
So, with not feeling a bit tired after the shower, Mat feels obligated making sure James is comfortable in the guest room.
Very free about walking his own home naked, Mat wanders down the hallway, finding the door, where behind something is happening to illicit ooh's and ah's. Instead of interrupt, even though curious of how Tom is making James vocalize with all those sex sounds, he yells out, "pizza delivery in forty!"
James says to Tom, "I thought Mat was going to bed?"
"Nah. He can never fall asleep after a shower."
"Oh, so eating will make him?"
Tom smiles.
"What?"
"Y'see, it's like a code. Pizza delivery means the one delivering is going to be Mat's trick for the night."
With leaning up against the head of the bed, legs splayed for Tom's total pampering, James says, "hm!"
"What?"
"This open relationship has me baffled."
Tom says, opening his mouth wide, "let me know if this helps!"
Not which James has had that many cocksuckers, being back home he was scared shit to mention to anyone about being gay. As it did finally surface, being gay, his father give him the worst beating, a minimum of twenty lashes across his back. For smaller offenses it had been five at the most. So, when traveling crosscountry, without fear of reprisal and being twenty bucks was twenty bucks, most times the service rendered was shoddy at that.
Unlike that horrible experience, Tom delivered soft, sweetly, gentle.
"I'm certainly learning," James gulps, dropping his head back.
Then, with suddenness, Tom says, "wanna flip over?"
Caught in a reverie, James says, "huh?"
"Flip over and I'll do your ass. If you feel like you're getting close, there's some condoms in the night table."
Another revelation, "you mean Mat lets guys fuck you?"
"Yeah, that and I kind of get my jollies out of it as well."
That made James sit up straight. Feeling his cock starting to cool off, he turns over, grinding his shaft into the mattress.
Right before beginning to wet James' ginger-haired ass, Tom says, "damn it!"
"What?" James turns slightly, lying on his stomach.
"Nuttin'. It's just that, that mattress is getting the kind of attention my ass should be getting!"
All on his own thinking, James turns back over onto his butt, "I wish you would make up your mind, Tom!"
He didn't intend on bringing this up, but since James seemed to wander down that trail, "or. You can make it up for me."
It seemed like a riddle, of which James just stare, "which means?"
"Never mind. Forget I mentioned it."
Foolish Tom, when he goes to smother fuzzy pubes with his mouth, there's an obstacle blocking the hard shaft, James' hand!
"Yeah," Tom says with glee, "exactly what I mean!"
All James could think of, was blocking Tom from all that sucking and licking, then suddenly have it come to him, "oh I get it. You don't get what you want, unless I let you?"
"What year are you in college?"
"I should be at least a Junior."
Knowing that was one of the pitfalls of having to leave a homophobic home life, is interruption of the education process, "well, we'll have to address that."
"Okay, but what about the game?"
"Roleplay, if you want. You're not getting what you want, so you have to make your unwillingly victim comply."
"Okay," James says. "Suck my cock."
"I suggest not quitting your job until you've mastered your acting skills?"
Throwing both hands up, James says, "what didn't I do?"
"Realism! You've got to make it sound like you mean it."
"Oh, is that all. I used to be in the theater club in high school. I know this, trust me."
Tom lay there, and whereas James had flipped over onto his butt, has a nice visual of his fox bod!
James had a midwestern dialect to his voice, but southern was the fakest Tom ever heard, "okay, boy, you get your lips on my big cock or I'll have to," he deviates from the script, instead of demanding, questioning, "give you a whuppin', or something or other?"
Tom claps his hands loudly once, "that's it! You're a born natural. All you need is a whuppin' tool!"
James, tiring of the game, being his hand is taking up the slack in keeping him firm, "well okay, but hurry it up."
Giving James the thumbs up, as he heads to the closet, rips a belt from its holder and returns, "that's it. With more and more practice you'll be able to pull the role off without a catch."
"Role?"
"Roleplaying, remember?"
"Oh. Right," James says, taking the belt from Tom.
"Ready to restart?"
"Maybe, but what should I do with this?"
"When I don't do something you've ordered me to, you try to convince me otherwise by bringing it down onto my back."
"Um, like, isn't that gonna hurt?"
"With the belt as an extenstion of your arm, it'll feel like candy," Tom entices.
Just then, Ashton busts in, "pizza's here!"
Both stare.
"Oh. Sorry. I guess you're in the middle of something."
It's James, being courageous, "hey, you know anything about any of this whipping stuff, to get Tom to suck me?"
"Is he being a bad boy again?"
The way it looks to James, "I guess."
Ashton comes over and stands next to the bed, "Tom, are you going to suck James' cock?"
"Nope."
To James, Ashton says, "then you've got no choice but to make him."
Sucking his teeth, Tom says, "it looks like you're going to have to show him, Ash." "Ash? Is that who you are?"
"Ashton, or Ash. Whatever. And you are?"
"James."
"Nice to meet you, James," the two greet each other with knuckle bumps.
"You're the pizza delivery guy?"
As they begin to chitchat, Tom whines, the feel of his shaft deflating, "uh, can we save the welcome wagon for tomorrow?"
Then, another glitch for Tom, Mat shows, "hey, pizza's getting cold."
Tom whimpers, "that's not the only thing getting cold?"
"Too bad. C'mon guys, let's eat."
Again Tom badgers, "that's what I'm trying to do!"
James, honing in on his acting skills, renders, "you're such a bad boy, Tom!"
Ears picking up, Ashton says, "cool, you into bad boys, James?"
"Bad boys? I didn't even know there was such a thing, but yeah, I think I can get into it."
As the four of them head down to the kitchen, James and Ashton seem to pair off.
"Now you've gone and done it, Mathieu!"
Feeling more like a 'master' and not his partner, Mat says, "don't you take that tone of voice with me, boy."
"Yum," Tom's eyes light up with glee and then, suddenly all is forgiven, "yes-sir. Sorry, sir. I deserve your eternal wrath."
"Oh, you're going to get much, much more than my wrath!"
Meanwhile, seeing Mat preoccupied with Tom, Ashton takes liberties to find a pizza cutter and slice up the pie.
"You're good at that," James says, "only."
"Wait," Ashton cuts him off, "let me guess, you're vegan and not into cheese?"
Since his mind was on it, James says, "no, not vegan."
Ashton stood around the corner of the kitchen island, which when James bends to his side, can see what's tenting the pizza cutter's trousers.
Then, it was only too clear what James meant, "oh, I get it," he laughs.
Already hyped up over viewing Tom naked, James, not caring if he got sexed up over a muscle-cub type, nor what he pictured the ginger delivery boy could look like under the threads, says, "y'know, suddenly I'm not all that hungry for pizza."
"Really?" Ashton doesn't follow, James eyes trying to imagine what's being forced up against the wooden cabinet.
The hint wasn't hard to follow, Ashton studying where James was looking.
"Oh, I get it," Ashton giggles.
James, a little tired of games, stands, steps towards Ashton, reaches a hand to the belt line of his pants and tugs around till they face each other, "no, I don't think you're getting it at all."
In James' mind, if Ashton took to understanding that there was some mental attraction going on, he certainly was not reacting. At least not fast enough, for James' hard shaft.
With James scooting out from under the counter, Ashton was shocked, "oh my god, you're so," he gulps down spit, "big!"
Next to nothing, there's only one guy James has ever made it with, which ended with his cock up his ass and before anything could weave into fruition, he lost his erection.
"Yeah," James says, fluffing himself, "if I can only keep it!"
He giggled, but to Ashton, it wasn't anything to joke about, right after laying his stomach over a table or at bedside, pulls legs apart, exposing an inviting hole, only to have the ramrod go flat!
Meanwhile, Tom is coercing his lover into a position of heightened sex, when the doorbell rings.
Mat says, "you expecting anyone?"
"Nope," Tom says. "You?"
"Only one way to find out if it's for you or me!"
On their way to the front door, they pass by Ashton and James, Tom saying, "really guys? You oughta get a room!"
Leaning over the pizza, Ashton's legs were spread, James, with cock in hand, was teasing Ash's ass hole with the tip of his shaft, slapping it as he ran it up and down the crevice.
Mat continues to the front door, grabbing, not Tom's hand, but leading him on by the shaft, "c'mon frisky fellow, let the boys have their fun."
Tom whimpers, "but I wanna have some fun, too!"
When Mat opens the door, he's not shocked, seeing two guys, stripped naked, one helping himself to coming in, "hey Mat."
"Wolf. What brings you here?" Mat greets him.
Tom says, looking at both guys from a horny disposition, "weren't you at Billy's place, playing in his dungeon?"
"Yeah, but once Uncle Bill has had his fun, the party's over."
Tom, who shares friendship with his life long pal, says, "oh. Right. Yeah, Billy is kinda like that." Another thing, the guy following Wolf, Tom thinks he's seen before, "who's your daddy?"
Tall, slender, a little muscle to call it legal that he has seen the inside of a gym, he smiles at Tom.
Wolf says, "this is Kip. He walked into the party as it was winding down."
Kip says, "had offered to cover a buddy's shift at the hospital, which made me late to Billy's party."
Mat says, "I pretty much know the doctors on staff there."
"Oh, probably because I'm a nurse and new to staff."
While the three chat, Wolf wanders into the kitchen and seeing James slapping Ashton's ass with his balls, "mind if I take a turn when you're finished?"
Neither guy heard, wrapped up in their own euphoria.
Standing there without a response, Wolf says, "rude!"
Retracing steps to the front entryway, Wolf comes upon the three. Tom stands aloof while Mat stands next to Kip, casually running his palm up and down the nurse's back.
On the way over, he and Kip had talked about more than sex, Kip saying he liked to warm up a bit before cumming, with a little s&m, if Wolf could get into it.
Now, seeing Mat get a little cuddly with Kip, he's not so sure about it.
To save the day, Tom says, "hey, you wouldn't happen to be in the mood for a little flogging, Wolf?"
When it came to his favorite hobby, any frame of man could be conducive to his activity; tall, short, skinny, a chub, fratboy, married guy or a daddy, of which learned from his Uncle Bill, to show where he'd like to take things, "I can get rough. Maybe more than you're used to?"
It usually set the tone of things, letting the other guy know how broughtforth his interest lay.
Tom has gotten this a couple of times before. As Billy used to say, 'he who hesitates is lost', that usually a guy will ask only once and about the 'rough boy' thing. It takes an open mind and a willingness to experiment without reservation.
Wolf, seeing Tom in deep thought, "remember I've been trained by my Uncle Bill and I know, you and him go back to college days."
"Before that."
"Keeping that in mind, I'd hate to experience retribution, if I should happen to go beyond the limits of what his best friend can take?"
"I guess you've got a point there."
Mat, lips busy with Kip, breaks off, "give the kid a chance Tom. Besides, I'll be right there if things start to heat up too quickly."
Kip, who has been asking along the same lines as where Wolf is headed, "I can't wait. Do you have as an elaborate a set up as Bill?"
Tom says, "not really. We alter the uses of some of our exercise equipment in our home gym."
Wolf says, "really, Tom. I'd love to force you to work out for me."
Tom, lightheartedly says, "as long as we reach the same objective, my gut to the weight bench as you ride my ass!"
Mat says, "I told you Tom was a bad boy."
Eager, Kip says, "wanna show me to your dungeon, Mat, or weight room?"
The only reason Mat would get into s&m, was because his mate craved it, but with another man, "I was thinking more the bedroom?"
From there, Wolf took Tom downstairs, Mat leading Kip upstairs.
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