Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2011 13:09:21 -0400 From: TC McPhee Subject: RiNG DaNG DoO 08 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % RiNG DaNG DoO 08 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I think I've got a sore throat," Dom says, feeling the front of his neck with hand, but remembering something else put the ill feeling behind him, watching Ari buckle up his belt, "except, with your swallowing, swallowing, and a gulp, I think it got all lubed up!" Ari loved it too, shoving his cock all the way into Dom's orifice, as his knees straddle the eighteen year old's head, but saying, "Yeah, it was cool, but I liked it the second time too!" After expelling his first load of semen, Ari intended on pulling out, but Dom grabbed hold of his balls and used it as a pinnacle of keeping him from leaving his kneeling position. Too, in all the times Ari met up with Gino's friends, once you spent your load, that was it, it was over. Not so with Dom. "I liked both times!" Dom replies, thinking of the guzzling down Ari's load, the first time, then the second, which after several positions later in the bed, Ari came, stroking himself over Dom's curved gut, shooting all that white cream out onto a hairy stomach, it sliding down into his deep bellyhole. A reaction to thinking about it, Dom smiles, thinking of using his navel as a honey pot, scooping finger after finger of the stuff out, amounting to several fingertips. As Ari looked him over, "That's an awful lot of cream," he remarks with a laugh. It turned Ari on tremendously, as he squeezed every last drop from the slit of his greasy cock, watching Dom react to missing the first time around and with a few strokes, he was erupting in such a way, his load shot in the air before mixing with his own spent load. "Yeah," Dom laughed as a hand rubbed over his gut, mixing both of their teen spunk, causing quite a stew of wetness. On Ari's mind to mention it, as he was about to say he might like another go `round, another time, a figure filled the doorway. "Dom, what the fuck is this?" Dom was a nice sized cub, but this guy standing there was more of a `bear', even though the white outfit covered up what was pictured underneath. "Who are you?" Ari swallowed and it wasn't goo, but thinking this guy could probably bend him in half like a matchstick, he alluded to, "I was just on my way out!" He picked up his socks and shoes and before brushing past the dude, he turns and says, "Uh, thanks for the hot blowjobs, Dom!" Ducking out, before the door closed behind him, in a demonstrative manner he hears, "Blow'jobs'?" he made the plural stand out. Leaving, tiptoeing out after the fact, Ari voices out loud, "I wonder what that was about?" He shook his head, but like, hoped this would evolve into something more, because he found Dom to be kinda cute, but then it became like an `any other guy' situation, like with Gino's college buds. Ari smiles, as he walks off, shucking off his fling with Dom, "Shit! Isn't there at least `one' serious guy?" Then again, how could Ari cast the first stone, being the one to want some more `hit and run', rather than formulate something with more permanence? Walking through the kitchen, the floor was cold, so Ari hopped his butt up onto a counter ledge, placed his sneakers next to him, one sock stuffed inside. The other, he crosses a leg and starts to place the sock over his toes. He was surprised, "Huh?" by two dudes entering the kitchen. "Like oh my god!" one of them yelled, placing hands to both sides of his mouth and as if viewing an alien beast, walks over to Ari, "What'samatter-with you?" He grabs Ari's sneakers, "People have to eat food off of this counter!" Ari, his toes just inside one sock, watches as his sneakers are dropped, then his ears picking up on them hitting the floor. "What the fuck?" In anger, but more concern, the dude says, "I can't believe you have no manners as to..." The other observed, Ari's leg not moving a muscle, saying in a straightforward, in raised voice, "Dude, like how am I supposed to reach my shoe with my foot up here?" "Maybe you didn't hear me," the pompous dude addresses Ari, "but your shoes `do not' belong on a counter where food is prepared?" Straight laced, Ari replies, "So dude, get a mop and wipe it up if you don't like it. Like what's the problem, um, wanna hand me my shoe?" At first the other dude relaxed and allowed his temporary assistant to handle things. Sly, in a slowly manner, watches Ari interact, mellows into a comfortable stance, arms folded across the middle of his bod, hip up against a counter. He even found himself giggling, as if a skit from SNL! But the slight laugh didn't go over too big with his assistant, "You think it's funny?" With whit and wisdom, Ari had already summed it up, this guy should be on the chopping block. Even though the dude's bod was covered up by a suit, when he turned to mess with the `calm dude', that ass sure looked like it needed attending to! After laughing, "Me? I..." Ari questions innocently. Turns out, it wasn't Ari being put on the spot, the conversation directed to the strange pair whom happened upon him. Still, Ari sat there, his attention drawn to the two, while one socked foot and one bare hang over the edge of the counter. The conversation between the two turns ugly, "Let's face it," Ari had to interject thought, `like, don't have a cow, dude!' The dude getting all huffy, "you never thought of me as good enough for the job. What was it?" Ari again confirms his suspicions, `the dude's having a cow!' Continuing, "I'm straight and you," he points a finger, "want a gay man for the job?" Tables turned, Ari now became the spectator and finding the straight dude hilarious, because he acted like such a fool, slapping the clipboard he was carrying into the other dude's chest and pompously walking fast to the door and out, "What a fuckin' loser!" Ari laughs. Then he watches, the dude with the clipboard stuck to his chest, sets it down on the counter. Ari mimics, "Um, people gotta eat off of that ya know?" Bending down and picking up Ari's shoes, he says, "You know you're a funny guy?" "I'm no Bob Smith!" Ari replies, watching the dudes hold his shoes like they were golden slippers. "Um, would you mind handing me my other sock?" He pulls the sock from Ari's shoe, places both shoes on the formerly pristine food counter and drops to his knees, busying himself with fitting it over Ari's toes. "For a minute there, I thought you were going to serve another purpose!" he giggles out, "Hee-hee.." Looking up at Ari he smiles, saying, "So, what's your name, Prince Charming?" "I think you've got your fairytales mixed up?" Ari says. "Right you are! Let's see," he says, slowly standing, placing both hands on Ari's knees for steadiness, "`Prince Charming', he was the one who made Little Red Riding Hood wake up from eating the evil apple?" It could as well have been the big bad wolf Ari was faced with, though the heat generated, made both rush into things, Ari being bowled over onto the table and a pair of lips making love to him, Ari still on subject, "You flunk outta kindgeegarten or something?" Ari could care less, the caressing of his lips, made it seem like this guy achieved a college degree, working his way through Love-making 101. When the kiss terminated, Ari says, "Ari Carp. You?" In a roundabout way, it's put, "How would you like to be the personal assistant to the founder of Scorpion Studios?" After a second kiss, one cut off this time by Ari, his hand pressed against the dude's chest, "Let me guess... You're Scorpion?" "Sam," he replied, looking into Ari's eyes. "So, you want the job?" "Sure. How do I apply?" he smiled. Retreating, Sam replies, "We leave here, go to my bedroom, strip, let me suck you..." Finishing, Ari says, "And after I fuck you, if you think it was good enough, I have the job, right?" "Um," Sam smiles, "I was thinking more along the lines of having some oral sex and then dinner?" Tongue in cheek, Ari says, "Oops!" Laughing it off, Sam says, "After dinner we can fuck around!" "When do I fill out the application?" Letting Ari up, the game of light questioning and answering went on and on until they came to the doorstep of Sam's bedroom. Walking in, the subject changed drastically, from Ari's background to, "Hell, I thought `my' bedroom was roomy!" Sam smiled, knowing everyone didn't have the loot he had, able to have any whim built in to his private sleeping chambers. "This looks nice," Ari says. "You're insane!" Sam called out, watching Ari, clothes and all jump into the shallow hot tub. "Not too `hot'," Ari replies. "I know," Sam says. "Cold until you flick the switch, but I won't want your clothes to shrink?" Already Sam had thrown the hint, unbuttoning his own shirt. In less than a minute he had it stripped, began working his belt buckle. Ari, climbing at the small man-made pond, was quite the drudge, his clothes keeping him lagging behind his footsteps. By the time he stood in front of Sam, Sam was all buff and ready, Ari saying, "All right if I get your floor wet?" Captivated to say the least, the thirty-two year old embraces Ari, saying, "I love `wet'!" "Good. When you get your wet mouth on my cock I can start to feel good too!" Half of his tee shirt was dry, the bottom part wet and for Sam to lift it over Ari's head it was not much of a chore, but he took his time, out of necessity, unfastening Ari's pants, stripping the pants and because he had walked upstairs in his socks, his shoes didn't keep his socks anchored when the pants came off. Walking over to the bed, Ari reached for the comforter. "What are you doing?" Sam asks, going for the phone. "Um, like, you wanna do it on top of this ruffly thing?" Ari made the equivalent to how his mother used to like things at home, picking out frilly stuff to decorate the bedrooms and window treatments. He wasn't into stuff like that, but recalled the one time he got busted for lying on top of his bed, without drawing down the comforter and placing the coordinating pillows on a chair. He remembers the long, long argument with her, her thinking he was being obstinate, unyielding to her reasoning. While Sam talked on the phone, Ari recollected incidents such as this one, whereas his mother would never react to getting angry at Ari, but rather placed the discipline in the hands of her brother. `Weird', he thought as he looked back over the years, but his father wasn't around much to rule the roost, so anytime Ari did something wrong, he was sent to Rahman, his uncle whom lived with his wife and children. Taken down to Rahman's basement, he was made to drop his pants, hug a table and receive a whipping across his butt cheeks with a harsh leather strap. "It's all set. How about a drink?" "Set?" Ari questioned, because his mind had wandered far off. "Scott, the housekeeper, he will take care of undressing the bed. Adri is my personal launderer and will remove your wet clothing and have them back when you need them and that leaves Kevin, who will make sure the floor is dried and buffed. Any other questions?" "Yeah. What ya got to drink?" Right after asking, there came a knock at the door and a call, "Dilan, sir." "Dilan?" Ari questions not one of the names named. "My bartender," Sam says, going for the door. "Bartender?" Ari asks, watching Dilan enter, stripped to the balls. Walking in, Sam introduces the two, Dilan eyeing Ari from head to almost toes, "Mm-mm... whatever you want baby, it's yours!" Dilan goes to the wall, flicks a switch, which lights up the surrounding area, glasses on racks dropping from the ceiling and the bar gliding out from the wall. "Fancy," Ari replies. Then, over the course of the next five minutes, another naked dude, Sam introducing as `Scott', reports to the bed, strips it down and begins applying fresh linens. A minute after Scott, Adri and Kevin enter. Same `costume', Adri begins picking up Ari's clothing, while Kevin hauls a bucket and mop. "Um, my wallet," Ari calls attention to his pants. "I will make sure it is properly dried also," Adri replies. Ari thought Adri very cute. Almost the same hue as his skin, he wondered, "Where are you from Adri?" Seeing an interest struck up here, Sam sends Scott and Kevin away, taking on Adri's chore. "Join us for a drink, won't you Adri?" Sam puts it. "Very well," Adri replied, answering Ari's question, "Same place you are!" He was guessing heritage-wise. Sam thought it a good mood, something he did not feel reluctant about, mixing up sex with a threesome. As an entertainer of guests, he felt compelled to make them happy, which often involved one of his staff. If it came to it, he would often be the one who bowed out. Ten minutes into asking Adri to join them for drinks, Sam could see Ari hitting it off well, so suddenly calls out, "Oh my god!" "What?" Ari asks. "You know, I completely forgot about my dinner engagement tonight?" Then to his bartender, "Dilan, why didn't you remind me?" No stranger to Sam's ways, Dilan plays along, "Gee! Sorry `bout that sir." Striking a finger against his thumb, he snaps, "It completely slipped my mind to remind you. I hope in your heart you'll find forgiveness?" On the other side of the door, leaving Ari with Adri, Dilan would ask if he overdid it, Sam definitely agreeing. It being bogus, Dilan and Sam would head off to another bedroom to have their own fun! "Another Ari?" Adri asks. "Nah. Two's the limit for me, thanks," Ari replies. "Dilan makes good drinks." "Yes," Adri agrees, "and I'm glad you do not want another, because I am terrible at making drinks!" The two sitting on barstools, suddenly found themselves without conversation. Ari looks to the bed, "Scott makes a nice bed." Adri replies, "Do you want to use it?" With Sam, he felt like it, but with Adri, Ari sensed something more diverse than hopping on the railroad, "Maybe in a while," he tried stalling his thoughts. "Or we can go out and have some fun and if we feel drawn to each other, later perhaps?" Adri suggests. "Yeah. I like that idea," Ari says, liking it. "Except Kevin took my clothes away? Wallet too. I can't go out without any cash?" Taking Ari's hand, Adri led him out of the room. Walking down the hall, Ari held his balls in his hand, shading his cock from onlookers. However, he dropped the act when, other boys passing, thought nothing of showing themselves off to each other. "Um, like doesn't anybody wear clothes around here?" Ari asks, turning his head to watch a dude pass by, catching his hot ass on he rebound. "You want them to?" "Oh no! Don't put that decision on me!" Ari joked. Adri replies, "All it takes is Sam saying so?" "That's okay," Ari says, "I'll force myself to look at them!" That Ari did, till one particular dark-haired dude walked by, him not noticing Adri had ducked into a room. Right out, he feels a hand circle his wrist, a tug and pull, which catapulted him inside a room, with the words, "Too many distractions!" >From the force of Adri calling attention to arriving at the room he occupied, the surprise of the drag into the room, Ari couldn't put on the brakes fast enough, crashing into Adri. Instead of bouncing off, Ari held on for dear life and the two wound up in the center of Adri's roommate's bed. "Soft landing!" Ari says. "I've gotten that before," Adri replies. Thinking he's insulted Adri, Ari says, "Oh, I didn't mean... in fact I kind of like..." "Beefy guys?" "Wait!" It dawned on Ari, "I thought Scorpion studios hires buff, muscle boys for his movies, no offense?" Adri replies, "In the past couple of years bears and cubs have become all the rage, which is good for me." "Re-e-ally? Made any movies yet?" >From their bods being forced together, for light conversation they lay a foot apart, both in a reclining position, one arm propping up the side of their heads. As Ari ends his last statement, he fondly places his knuckles up against the stripe running down Adri's stomach, giving the thick shag a rubbing, towards chest, then down to Adri's bellyhole. >From Ari taking the first step, Adri followed through with emotional openness, doing the same `knuckle-trick', getting touchy-feely with Ari's hairless tummy, "I like smooth guys too?" "Me too," then off on a tangent Ari went, "but lately I've had this growing desire for stout guys with lots of bod hair." Put cutely, "What do you think my problem is?" Probably because Adri wanted it as much as Ari, he responds, "If you ever find a guy which you think suits you, you should go after him!" "I `like' that answer!" Ari says, falling towards Adri. However, with different values, first being he wasn't into falling into sex faster than a speeding bullet, he fell backwards, his feet hitting the floor, making his exit from the bed surface like a planned move. "I guess not now, huh?" "C'mon," Adri says, standing, "I'll help you can pick out something from my closet." At home Ari had a walk-in closet, same as Adri, but what it lacked was the extensive wardrobe. "Like oh my god! You could wear two pair of shoes everyday and not use all of these. Damn! Sam must pay you guys `some' wage!" "When we're hired, we are given an allowance for shopping, besides, not all of these clothes or shoes are mine. In fact, only about ten pair I picked out." Turning away to choose a shirt and pants outfit for himself, Adri asks, "See anything you like?" In breathing distance, Ari was sure Adri could feel his breath on the back of his neck as he answers, "Only one thing!" Turning, Adri was boxed into the corner of the closet. This time, unlike falling off the bed, there was no alternative to running away, but a deterrence, "I have a black belt in karate?" "Whoa!" Ari jumps back two feet, his cock still bouncing up and down. "Serious, dude?" Adri calms with words of, "I'm joking. I don't know karate." "Whew!" Ari says, wiping fake sweat from his brow. "So why the pushing away? I thought maybe you felt something for me?" "I do. I would like us to be friends, maybe more, but I'm not a guy who likes to rush things." It seemed like there should have been more, but from Adri's perspective, Ari kind of drew up some conclusions, "That's cool with me. So," he gazes around, "What should I wear?" While his back was turned, Adri was thinking he would be some kind of a fool to allow Ari to slip through his hands. All he could think of is how hot it would be, him a cub, working his way up to developing some muscle, to land as a catch a hot, smooth guy like Ari. Too, for whatever reason, he began salivating, looking upon the hot ass, the way Ari shifted weight from foot to foot and the disheveled look of each ass cheek, changing form as it heaved to the left or right. He caught himself, like thinking something dirty. He's worked out in his mind, ever since he has sensed a strong urge to proclaim his gay persona, at fifteen, he's wanted to stick to a more conservative way of meeting guys, without changing partners like the day to day weather, like he thought about Ari. Then again, he drew back on his own words, something about if you want something, you've got to go get it. He was thinking the two years difference between them meant nothing, especially since Ari show an interest, so sneaking up behind Ari, Adri tried the same maneuver, using the same tactical exercise, he assumed, slowly creeping up on Ari, till he was about to touch, lifts his hands to place on Ari's shoulders. He softly says, "Ari?" A split-second later, Ari pulls a shirt from a hanger, swiftly turns, saying, "How about this?" Ari couldn't help it, couldn't forsee having Adri standing at his back, so close `cock' could almost touch ass, so when he turned abruptly, he battered Adri right in the side, sending him flying. "Adri! Oh shit!" Ari gasped, seeing him lying there on the closet floor. He rushed over. Sitting, Adri shook his head back and forth a few times, moving his jaw to make sure it still worked, as well as widening and shutting his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to..." Ari was more than startled though, because as he squat down, one knee to the floor, the other in a squat, it was the perfect height to have his balls dangle down. More intent on making sure his friend was coherent, he never felt the bottom of his hanging sacs grazing Adri's thigh. Even more revolting, he was astounded, especially after the big brush off Adri gave him, a hand on his balls! "I'm okay. You?" Truly realizing Adri wasn't hurt, Ari lightens up, "You keep that up and I'm `not' going to be okay!" Pushing up from behind with one arm, Adri drops the ball fondling, reaches up, places his hand behind Ari's neck and draws his lips in for the kill! Their light romantic episode lasts all of about three minutes, a knock coming to Adri's door, along with a loud yelling, "Are you decent Adri?" Then, after a loud bout of laughter, "I hope not!" Getting up from the closet floor, because Adri was not really bothered by Ari's accidental slamming, he walks quickly to the outer room, "What it is Kevin?" Overwhelmed by the trio, plus Dilan, singled out, Kevin looked astonishingly good. Perhaps it was the lighting difference, Sam Scorpion expectant of an intimate evening. However, up close and more focused, Ari says, "You look good, Kevin. Hitting the gym?" Right out, Adri thinks, `There goes my hot night with the smooth muscle stud!' Only, Adri knew some personal things about Kevin. As fast as Ari could be studly, Kevin jumps the gun, "Nice try, but I have a boyfriend." `Whew!' Adri had an inner sigh. "Here," he sticks out a hand, cell phone in his palm, "some dude has left you about twenty text messages." Ari rolls his eyes, saying, "Oh my god, what day is it?" "Saturday," Kevin and Adri say simultaneously, Adri asking, "Why? What's up?" With already accessing the first text, second, third, Ari sees a pattern here, "Wrolf Jensen." "Friend?" Adri hoped, distant, hopefully `not' gay. "Dude who did the fashion show with me," Ari searches two more texts, all from Wrolf. "And?" Because of the way in which Adri asks, Ari gets the feeling it's more than being a little nosy, "Same dude... fashion show," Ari searches two more texts, all from Wrolf. "And?" Quitting, Ari replies, "Nothing much, other than I told him to call me later, that maybe we could get together and because I didn't have my cell to check, the texts stacked up." Concerned for himself, cautious, because if there was somebody else in Ari's life, Adri would switch his thoughts to a nice Saturday night out on the town with a `friend', "Well, if you two going to get together later on?" Even though he signed off on texts, Ari looked at his cell like it was a crystal ball, with the ability to tell him what to say. On his own, he says, "Um, I, uh..." To make it easy on Ari, even if it meant forfeiting something meaningful between them, Adri replies, "If you promised him to hookup, he can come to the club with us?" It sounded like a good idea to Ari, getting him off the hook. He was fond of Wrolf, enough to want to touch, maybe do more? The rush out of the auditorium curbed all that frivolous behavior. "Sure. Would be great." Calling, instead of texting, Adri's idea, Ari made a date with Wrolf, explaining all the details, including one Adri came up with, for Wrolf to call a cab, giving him the address of the Scorpion mansion. Of course, Wrolf wanted to know how Ari wound up at the mansion of the hottest director in the gay porn industry, Ari saying he would explain later. For Wrolf, things ran smooth, arriving, the cab driver paid off and set on course, walking up to the front door of the Scorpion mansion. Lifting the heavy metal knocker, he accidentally dropped it, hearing it make a loud, loud noise on the inside, saying, "Oops!" Shifts changing, as opposed to the fox guy who was at the door for Ari, Wrolf was greeted by a broad-shouldered dude. Unlike most of the occupants, it was customary for the doorman to `wear' clothing. Wrolf asks right out, "Cool! Are you one of the actors?" Like a flash of lightning, something grabbed hold of the two and introducing himself, "Steve Phillips and like, they didn't tell me I was answering the door to a fuckin' hot bearcub!" Except for the musclebear build, Wrolf and the doorman seemed like the perfect size for each other. "Wow!" Wrolf says of the bear hug, "Do you greet everyone like this?" Suddenly two others intrude, Adri asking, "Really, Steve, was it in my instructions to get carried away?" "Oh!" Steve addresses Wrolf, dropping his tee shirt, which had been hiked up by Steve's hands. "Sorry `bout that'!" Ari had different thoughts, "Can I make a suggestion?" he raises a hand. "Yes?" Adri asks. Because of the way in which Adri stare at Wrolf, something was stabbing at Ari, call it jealousy, which he would not admit to himself, hatching up, "If it's okay, why doesn't Steve come out with us?" Instead of Adri's room, the four headed over to Steve's room. "Hurry it up," voiced by Adri was a total waste of air, him and Ari hitting the bar, Ari mixing the drinks. Wrolf, shopping Steve's closet, was aghast of the variety of styles, the two going at it like shopping Rodeo Drive. "Last guy Steve took out, it took them an hour to arrive at an agreement of coordinating outfits," Adri informs. Adri on one subject, as Ari drank his fourth drink of the evening, "So, you think you'll really want to fuck around later?" "Could be," Adri leaves it open. "We're ready!" "Daymn!" Adri says, looking to his wrist, even though it was naked of his watch. Ari `scolds' Adri, "That ain't no hour you took!" "Hour?" Steve says, looking to Adri, "Now where would you get an idea like that?" "Well, do you like us or not?" Wrolf asks. Smiling, it set Ari back, all the way to the fashion show dressing room, "You look good," he says, thinking of how Wrolf tied his tie, wanting him to look spiffy on the catwalk. With thoughts of his own, Wrolf replies, "Almost as sharp as me and you, right Ari?" "Right," Ari replies, knowing he had provided probably Wrolf with the biggest memory of all his high school years. Breaking their little reverie, Steve asks, "So, where are we going," suggesting, "Bear-Boozled?" "You and your cubs and bears, Steve," Adri replies, with an attitude like he's about to say otherwise. Ari hops in, "Sounds good to me!" Wrolf had a secret to tell, but wasn't talking yet! "There's probably not going to be any guys like you there," Adri says of Ari. Adding to it, Steve says, "Adri's right, but there'll probably be a few other others..." Steve laughs, correcting himself with his own slap to his face, "I meant, `other' `otters', kicking about." "Otters?" Ari asks. Wrolf jumps the gun, "Oh Ari will fit right in with the `slim, less-hairier' bear admirers." Alcohol level risen, Ari replies, "That's me!" As for Steve, his hands returned to Wrolf's bod, the twenty-two year old sensing Wrolf's knowledge of the bear code, "Mm-m, me want yummy-nip!" Before Steve allows himself to get too involved, the four head out. % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `RiNG DaNG DoO' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.