Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2010 17:35:32 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND 03 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. EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Giddyup, pony, giddyup!" "Oh-h-h-h," Alex replies as Evan rides his ass, stabbing in deeper as his chin sits in the pillow, his 'saddle' high in the air. 'Sala-a-a-ap'! Evan's palm glides against the side of Alex's right ass cheek. Seven months ago they had just met, but now, when it came to bed-sex, the two accumulated enough unwritten material to fill a short novel. The oral part of their bedroom affair began with some heated cocksucking, ball-licking, kissing and progressed to, an hour or so later, the eighteen year old riding his steed. So into the heated moment, neither cared about the cell phone ringing in Alex's pants pocket. Instead, with voracity, Evan's tall timber plowed the field, until his seed was deeply planted and fertilized. Not getting the short end of the stick, even though Evan had expelled all of his teen-seed, it was Alex's turn to get immensely turned on, a hand reaching around and stroking him into oblivion! Alex would always voice opinion, the mess at clean up time, "Wish we could think of a better way?" he would hint at maybe them doing it differently. But each time, Evan would come back at him with, "We tried it the other way, remember? I like doing it doggie style!" Holding the sheet, wet in the middle from Evan lying on top of him, Alex's gooey pubes to the bed, he replies, "Anything to keep you!" "Why? Do I have any competition, besides Darryl?" Evan compares himself to the former minister of the church. The sheet got caught between their bods, Alex standing there after stripping it off the bed, Evan's bod keeping it pinned as they sweetly kiss, Alex saying afterwards about the kissing, "Competition? What competition?" Then, sitting on the foot of the bed as Alex wads up the cum-filled sheet, Evan replying, "Did you like it better when he fucked you lying down and with your legs up?" "Speaking of 'up'?" Alex says, looking down into Evan's lap. "Don't get your balls twisted up. I have to take a leak!" He wasn't at all disappointed, Alex toting the sheet off the hamper in the jon, following his teen lover as he breezed by him. He purposefully waited at the shower entrance and when Evan dispensed the last of his pee, says, "Shower?" "Sure. Why not?" Evan said, entering. He also had it on his mind, "Are we dry-cleaning today?" "In good time... in good time," Alex replies, entering the glassed-in stall, dropping to his knees. "Um like... I don't think I got all the..." But it was too late, Alex's lips already focused on absorbing Evan's soft shaft, "... pee out?" Popping off for a second, Evan laughing at the same sucking sound, Alex tells him, "Salt... it's all the same, whether this or that!" "You're pathetic!" Even though his lips circled Evan's shaft, he peered up and was able to smile somewhat. Then, he returned his eyes downwards, staring at red pubic fur as he set about using the same reddish, fur-covered balls as a handle, moving the hard cock in and out. With under five minutes passing, there wasn't need for it, Evan feeling the power of the buildup in his balls, his hand making use of Alex's head. And at the apex of their oral ritual, Alex would later complain of his air-tube getting cut off as Evan shot his load into his stomach. He would also complain, as he reached around his teen lover to turn on the shower, "Do you always have to do that?" "What?" Evan full well knew, "stick my cock down your throat and deprive you of my sweet, salty teen load?" "Teenagers!" Alex replies, sucking his teeth like saying 'tsk, tsk'. "Why? What other teenagers have you sucked off recently?" "You know the answer to that question?" Alex replies, grabbing the bar of soap. Evan asks, "It's safe to turn around, isn't it?" "Do you even have to ask?" They both know they've lucked out. Maybe Evan was guessing as he lay on that leather sofa seven months ago, but as for Alex, he knew from the second meeting of their psych-session which Evan's preference. And putting on a cutesy vocal rendition, Evan recalls that very session, "So 'Evan', which sexual position do you think you fit?" "Knock it off!" "Do you really ask that question of all your gay patients?" "Only the cute ones," he replies, taking the pleasure of soaping up Evan's chest, making sure each nip is clean, that he's gotten all the lint out of Evan's deep navel. "And besides me, you never touched another of your patients... especially the young, gay ones?" Totally ignoring him, Alex replies, "How about we do lunch at Frontiere's, instead of dinner?" % "How's the tooth?" Ian says, catching Scott peering into his mouth, reflected by the jon mirror. "I really thought it was chipped." He then shuttered when he felt cold metal on his ass. He ventures to ask what has been on his mind since last night, "Um, does that ever go up there or can you take it out? How does it work?" "Deep and hard!" Ian replies, giving his torso a small jolt, laughing his ass off. "No, I mean the PA?" "You'll find out when the time comes!" Clean cut, Scott would never had thought he would even dream about. He never even thought about being in the same room as a stripped, muscled, bear-hunk, especially one sporting a buzzed cut hair, tatts on his arms and a big dragon up and down his spine, a beard which was trimmed every other day... the one whom seemed repulsive in his office, yet mellowed out in his bed. "Which could be later on tonight?" "I have one question," Scott conversed with Ian through the mirror's reflection. "Only one?" "I'm sure I'll come up with more, but if we go to the club tonight..." "You're backing out?" Ian replies, tightening up the distance, pressing his PA in a bit. "Um no! Not at all! I'm still up for going to your club. All I wondered is, if I do get to feel your heavy metal burrowing into me,,, it won't be in front of other guys, will it?" "One never can tell what happens. Most things occur out of spontaneity. You could be in the middle of two other boys with their asses humped over a bench, or could be one on one. Whichever, it'll be something new for when you write your next textbook, doc!" The steel had warmed up some, being played in his ass crevice for the past few minutes, but he wasn't sure of the impact when it occured on the inside. He knew Ian got a kick out of joking with him, so he threw out a bit of humor on his own, "Yeah, I wonder why they don't mention sexual encounters like this?" "Probably because most people would rather go to a shrink than a dentist!" Scott smiled, at first watching Ian turn around, helping himself to turning on the shower, then stepping in, closing the curtain behind. Then, his eyes staring deep within himself, he wondered how all this ever got this far. He also did a throat check, wondering if it looked sore. It didn't feel sore, but after last night, after Ian coming twice in a row, both times filling his stomach, he wondered if it looked like it felt. But taking down a glass of water, it didn't feel like he thought it would be. It was normal. "Hey, you coming in?" He didn't think of it, but as long as he was being invited to enter his 'own' shower, said, "Why not!" % "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Alex inquires, as the two sit in his parked car, in the side lot of Frontiere's restaurant. Evan sat there, a blank stare on his face. Posing logic to him, Alex says, "Chances are, with the hour's drive, nobody'll even recognize you?" It took them an hour and a few minutes to travel from Alex's home to a few towns over from Callish Creek. True, Frontiere's was a popular restaurant, but not for those who didn't have the big bucks to lay down for gourmet fare. This most certainly would x-out the high school crowd, whereas Evan's concern was running into someone who could finger him and his psychologist socializing together. "So maybe you're not comfortable with the idea and we should forget it?" He restarted the car. But then turned off the ignition when Evan popped the door, "You calling me 'coward'?" "No, I just want you to be comfortable with the notion that someone might recognize us and it could filter back to your mother. That's all," Alex replies, his hand on Evan's forearm, with an act of concern. "I'll be okay with it, if you are?" Alex confesses, "I was okay with it before we ever became 'involved'." His hand still on the door, Evan replies, "There's a chance I could be kicked out," speaking of if his mother found out about the two. But then, reassured in his on mind, "Which means you 'could' wind up with a new boarder?" In his own mind, Alex would take this as being an obstacle out of the way, saying, "Oh now wouldn't that be just terrible?" Then, thinking about something he said earlier on today, Evan reiterates, "Maybe we should seriously think about Pastor Madison hooking us up. Wouldn't that shake my mom out of her gourd?" With question regarding their 'marriage' and the rift between Evan and his mother, "Would you be wanting it to get revenge on your mother or..." "Stop asking me questions you already know the answer to!" With Evan hopping out of the car, Alex finds his door handle and jumping out, yells, "Wait up!" as he beeps the doors locked. He was proud of Evan, wanting to branch out, more flaunt his being gay and not hiding himself any longer, regarding him hanging out with his shrink, choosing a table out in the open, when he suggested they take a back seat to a gathering of tropical plants. "Are you sure?" he asks Evan. Helping himself to a seat became as much as a statement. The waiter wasn't quick enough to hold the chair, but was there for Alex. "Thank you," Alex replied to the 'tuxedo'. "Would you care for a cocktail?" Alex didn't answer right away. Waiting for Evan, he would only do so if Evan did. "You have any beer?" Evan asks the waiter. "Beer?" The waiter questioned him. Alex smiled. He knew this was more the 'wine and dine' establishment. Not getting a clear cut answer, Evan supposed not, asking Alex, "What are you having?" which as much as put the responsibility on his lover. "We'll have a bottle of your finest Napa cabernet?" And after quizzing the waiter, he asks, "Will this be satisfying to you Evan?" "Sure," Evan replies, still checking out the interior of the restaurant, dots of white-linen tables about them, their table set in about the middle of the room. He then refers to their being recognized, "Looks like lunch isn't exactly their busy time, huh?" Seeing through the question, Alex replies, "It's not too late to change your mind? They haven't uncorked the wine yet?" "I'm eighteen. I made a decision to come out at home. I think it's time I showed the rest of the world. If somebody recognizes me and comes to the conclusion I'm dating my shrink, it's no water off my back. What about you?" "What about me?" Then, paying more attention to the subject than daydreaming as he gazed at his teen lover, "Oh, you mean about being recognized, well it would possibly mean a breach of professionalism, but whereas we're concerned..." It had crossed Alex's mind, the faceoff, if it came to it, the professional aspect of dealing with dating a patient-lover and the snowball effect it could pose. But as it stood, he was too much in love now to turn his back. "I did have an idea it might be a good idea if you stopped seeing me?" "But I thought you liked... loved me, Alex?" He had gotten the wrong idea, Alex correcting him, "No... no... I mean saw another psychologist in the office, not..." he then giggled, seeing Evan lighten up, repair of the shocked state of being, thinking he was breaking off their relationship. "You scared me Alex!" Evan exclaimed in relief. "I scared you? You scared me!" Then, from a third party they hear, "Are we done being scared?" Alex and Evan look up at their waiter, different than the one taking their order. Apologizing, the young waiter-dude says, "I wasn't really listening. I... wait a minute," he says at he holds a glass in one hand, the uncorked bottle of wine in the other and pay attention to Alex, "don't I know you?" "Um," Alex is left dumbfounded, trying to decide if the face is familiar. "Sure," the waiter continues, "we went to school together. Marten van der Hock. Remember me from psych class?" Acting graciously, Alex concludes, "Sorry. I don't." "It's okay," the blond replies, a Dutch twang to his voice, "I think it was only one semester. I had to drop out." "I'm sorry to hear of that Marten." Next order of business, Marten wondered who was tasting the wine. Not too versed with high society table manners, Evan sat there in silence. Alex directs to Marten, "Evan can do the tasting." "What am I tasting for?" Evan replies, holding the glass up as if looking at goldfish in a bowl. More is on Marten's mind than wine-tasting, him inquiring of Alex, "Is this your brother? Friend, um?" "Boyfriend," Alex clues Marten in. "Oh," Marten replies. Evan sipped, but thought something strange was communicated, without saying, between Alex and Marten. Right away, an impression he got was Marten knew Alex was gay before the mention of them being boyfriends. He didn't think of it then, could have waited till later, but too late thought of it, "Um, were you guys roommates in college or something?" It was a cop-out, Marten excusing himself, leaving Alex with answering, "The opportunity really hasn't presented itself, but eventually I'm sure the subject would come up to where it would lead to..." Sensing a stall, Evan asks, "Did you guys get it on?" "Uh... ah... um, well... I guess you can say... sort of?" Making up his mind, Alex says, "It wasn't like we were lovers or anything." Then with a sketchy attitude, "More like it probably was Marten, but could've been another guy." "You lost me Alex." "I figured so." So, as they drank down a glass of wine each, Alex refilling their glasses, he talked about the orgy he had in college. "Must've been awesome. Being it was in the dark you don't really know how many guys were involved?" "Well there's only so many guys you can fit in a dorm room!" Being logistical about it, Evan began assembling his thoughts, doing the math, "If there were two guys going at it at once, they would be cutting the room space down." Alex showed perplexity. "If they were doing it doggie style, one guy would be humped over the other guy's ass, meaning two guys in one place just about?" "Right! I get you. But then again..." "What?" Evan said, a smile on his face, a push towards probing Alex's mind. "It was too dark to see, but one guy was howling like hell and later on we all came to find out he was being double-dicked?" "Two cocks up a guy's ass at once? How is that possible?" Evan asked in wonderment. "Oh course!" Evan and Alex looked up to see Marten standing there. "And how would you know?" Alex quizzed him, already assuming. Right on target, Marten replies, "Because mine was one of them?" His head swimming in imagination, Evan asks, "Are you like big? Was the other guy's cock..." Then realizing they were sitting in an elegant eating establishment, he mentions, "I guess we shouldn't be talking about... you know." With knowledge, Marten asks, "As I recall Alex, you got plowed...." "He did?" Evan looks to Alex. Blushing, Alex replies, "Um, maybe we should leave this till another time, Marten?" "Uh sure," he says, then diverts the subject to matters at hand, "Have you decided upon your order?" Rather than returning the conversation to the particular subject of the 'dorm orgy', Evan let Alex off the hook with, "What other 'fun' did you have in college?" "As far as sex goes, the orgy was something which occured as being curious. The other years following were not as wild. More one-on-one. Here and there 'get togethers'." Being almost a graduating senior, Evan asks, "Like how many times did you get it on? Like in a semester for instance?" Their first course was served, the two silent, lest the subject of their conversation be overheard. Through the main course Alex briefed Evan on some of his escapades, which involved not only sexual matters, like the time he had class with a set of twins, one gay and the other straight, yet the straight half found it curious to experiment. "Straight? Yeah right!" Evan says. He laughed out loud. Right off, Alex perceived Evan not too much into wine drinking, getting a bit tipsy. With the place filling, tables occupied, he figured the kind of conversation they enjoyed would better be put off until later. He knows they've rehashed the subject at other times, but reinvented it, asking, "So have you heard back from any of the colleges you've applied to yet?" He forked into his mouth a piece of Cordon Bleu. "I wonder how the dorms are at BU?" Alex knew what Evan's question pertained to, seeing he was shaking his boyfriend off topic. As if looking inside his mind, he could picture a situation similar to the gay orgy they had just talked up. "Well I'm sure they have nice, comfortable beds, internet hookup... some college dorms are even offering free use of the computers!" Thinking himself successful, he cursed Marten's bringing up of the college orgy, Evan replying, "Cool! I like the hookup part!" "Ai-i-i-i!" "What?" Evan says of his yelping. "I think it's time we've changed the subject?" "Oh," Evan spells out the conflict, in a whisper, "you don't want people to hear us talking about a bunch of guys having sex?" He chuckles. "That and," Alex spoke his mind about what he was feeling, "I'm getting a little hard under the table?" "Cool!" Evan says. "Me too!" Alex rolled his eyes. He tried to nonchalantly move Evan's glass of wine out of his reach. "Hey! Where you going with that?" Fast-pacing it, he thought up, "We're done with the main course. When the first course is done we don't drink anymore wine." "Oh," Evan replied. "I didn't know that." "See how much you have to learn from me?" "Yeah. Sure learned a lot about orgies!" Alex took a gulp and it wasn't wine, looking around as best he could from the corners of his eyes, hoping there weren't too many ears listening in at their table. Yet, the place was lively with conversation, so probably no one heard the remark. "Dessert?" "Where's Marten?" Evan asks. Alex is thinking, 'thank Gawd!' % "Isn't it a little early for the bar?" Scott asks Ian as they finish off their lunch, a small, kitchen-table affair. Ian weaves the story, "We're not going to be there while they are serving liquor. I'm going to take you there and show you around." He winks, "I know the owner and it's okay if we hang around there to check the place out." His imagination stoked already by what Ian's said of the place, he asks, "Oh, so you mean the 'dungeon' part of the bar?" He was trying not to scare Scott off, so chose his words carefully, "Yeah. You know, take the guided tour?" "Do they let you like, try some of the stuff out, even when the bar is closed?" Smiling, Ian found Scott leading them right to where he wanted to be, "We might be able to. Depends on what you're up for!" They had showered, Scott shaving and dressing. As for Ian, he had only the clothes to put back on which he wore yesterday. Being swimmer's built, he didn't have the physique for Scott's clothing. "I don't know," Scott replies. "I haven't been exposed to the sado-maso scene before." And said astutely, "We'll have to take it as it comes and see where it leads." "Nice attitude and I can assure you we won't do anything you don't want to get into." "It's good you say that because now I feel like I have more of a sense of trust," Scott confides. Sitting back in his chair, Ian folds his arms across the middle and says, "You know, I bet you and I could get along pretty well?" Back in the office, Scott at first was reluctant to even talk with Ian. Slowly, as his will power wore thin, his loins doing the thinking for him, then the sexual part of Ian's 'therapy session', Scott had a feeling of very much the same deliverance of words. "You're starting to grow on me Ian." "Am I now?" Scott had it in his mind, from a professional standpoint, to see how strong a bulwark Ian, how and what would it take, if it could be accomplished at all, what it could take to change the disposition of a man set on assuming the alpha role. "But tell me, this... strong, dominant attitude. Has it always been a part of you?" Sitting there, Ian rolled his tongue along the line of his perfectly white teeth and sums up, "Are you trying to psycho-analyse me or something?" "You like to play games, right?" "You 'are' trying to do something here, so why don't you just cut the bullcrap and get to it?" Scott smiled, his was of telling he was leading to something and being Ian was right on the ball, says, "We're alone... the two of us here," he scans the kitchen with his eyes, the ceiling and walls, returning his set eyes on Ian, "nobody else to hear or see us. Just how would you perceive a situation whereas you were made to do something, unconditionally?" "Like what does that mean?" He finally lost Ian, which was good. "In my office yesterday you called me 'boy'. I assume you were referencing the titles associated with 'man' and 'boy' or more commonly referred to as 'master' and 'slave'?" "Something like that. So?" "What do you think would be the outcome if you were placed in the position of a reversal of roles and there was nothing you could do about it?" Doing a hasty review, Ian thought about it, about the 'man-boy' and latter, 'master-slave' roles. It didn't take much to figure out, 'Scott' being the 'boy', him being the 'man', Scott assuming the role of the 'slave', himself, the usual, the 'master'. But what didn't jive was him being put into perspective as the demeaning role of 'boy' or 'slave'. "Ain't never gonna happen!" "Of course not!" Scott toyed. "How could it possibly happen? What would your friends at the bar ever think of you Ian, if you walked in and instead of your being the master, it was me and you as my slave?" "Like I said, ain't gonna happen." "I know. But here we are," he again peruses the room with his eyes, "you and me, all alone, nobody else to see or hear what we do..." he stares Ian dead in the eyes, "stick with me for a minute here... what would you think if I drugged you, tied you to a chair and you woke up and found yourself in this predicament?" Ian picks up his coffee cup, looks into it and says, "You didn't put anything in this, did you?" Scott laughs as Ian puts it to him, staring at him. In response, Scott says, "I thought we had established we trust each other, Ian?" Again Ian swirls the remnants of his coffee around. In answer to Scott's query, he lifts it to his lips and chugs the remainder down. "That answer your question?" "Partly." Knowing what else Scott fished for, Ian says, "So you want to tie me to my chair?" "It was a hypothetical question, Ian." "Down in the dungeon, at the bar, I know exactly what I'm thinking. Most times I know what the boy is thinking before, during and after a roleplaying session. You know how I know?" Raising his eyebrows, a sign of wonder, Scott probes for an answer. "I know because I've experienced it over and over. I know what a boy 'wants', what his 'needs' are. I know how far to take him." "But you have 'needs' as well, Ian." "Of course. It's a give and take situation. It's what turns us both on. We draw off of each others needs and reactions." And then, turning the subject back to themselves, Ian states, "It's like you. You have a need now and you are trying to pursue it." "And how would you perceive 'my' need?" "Curiosity. Experimentation. I would think it comes with your profession, whether it comes as a learned experience while talking with a patient, or an actual one on one research project which requires more than a leather sofa and psychiatry office?" Smiling, Scott replies, "I can see where you so easily seduced Ricky in my office yesterday!" Standing, Ian began doing the unthinkable, removing his black vest as he says, "So, if you want to get some rope, maybe we can continue 'our' research project?" "No, no, no Ian," Scott followed through, rising from his chair. "I didn't mean for us to try anything." "Well you got my curiosity up here, so let's get it on. I'm anxious to know." 'Know?' Scott thought to himself. It was only a friendly conversation, not meant to act out, but only for a person with a wild imagination. But then again, his pulsing loins was enough to make him go along with their 'observation project'! % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee `EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....