Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2016 13:49:58 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ?LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre? 05 % This work of fiction is 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 habitats, governmental or non-governmental areas, secret rooms or dungeons. % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection and I don't mean going out and hiring a security guard...unless he gives your nuts and bolt a jolt. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting handsome, hairy or steamy characters out of my stories. Do you dare imagine a story without any tops? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Before you read this steamy story, take note; it could make you stiff or gooey. I would suggest not reading it in a public place, unless you like people staring at the wet blotch between your legs...just sayin'! :) % "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^ 0 ^ % Both father and son had made it to their destinations this evening. Conor showed up at the address given him, only to meet in the street with Nik. "What are you doing here?" Conor confronts his father's partner. Both knew an open relationship could have tailor-made rules. Nik tries to find an outlet towards lying, "Bart, he's my new client." "So? Dad said you were working late?" "I am," Nik says nervously. "The gym has a new, in-home program." Then to deflect, "And you?" "I heard there was a party going on at this address." "Well, y'see," Nik uses it to his advantage, placing an arm around the 19-year old's shoulders, "there's a reason for me being here. To keep my eye on you!" Conor, questions silently, `But for how long?' He well knew, when Nik got into something, like pleasuring a man, he forgot about everything else which revolved around him. Nik had always said he'd put his own life on the line for Conor, but sometimes the distraction became too great, when another dude were tickling the underside of the balls! Once in the front door, there was hot dude, about Nik's age, 27, dressed in a modest covering of leather, "I.D.'s?" Regardless of whether a dude looked to be Conor's age, or an older man, he had to flash a pictured I.D. He thought it cool, Nik taking his time, presumably to flirt. Stalking a man was one of Conor's favorite past times, so he didn't mind waiting. He agree with his own opinion, that leather harness did look slendid, hugging the bottom of the door checker's pecs. A mass of dark brown hairiness almost obliterated the nips. He got thirsty thinking on it. But that wasn't the only thing stoking Conor's desires, following the tummy trail to the navel, the happy trail leading to what he suspected, `happiness!' For some guys, their first time, they left such identifying info in the car. Bart and others who ran the same circuit party, it was good. If a newbie got cold feet, at the sight of a hot guy in a little leather, then he would probably act out inappropriately when `downstairs' in the `horrid' dungeon! "Sign here," the dude hands Nik a pen, with the ability to write on a line, on a laptop. While doing so, the door guard's attention was over Nik's shoulder, "Take your time. It's gotta be legible!" Conor, bending over to sign his name, made sure his ass stuck up in the air, the dude saying, "Mm-mm, I guess I know where I'm taking my break!" "Will you hurry up," Nik knew Conor like the back of his hand, putting himself out there, in case a hot top walked in. Returning the Apple pen, Conor says, "Look for me. I'd love to take up hour break time!" Like he was thinking, when Conor finished up, Nik had vanished! With Nik out of the way, it was open season, a voice in Conor's direction, "Sure wouldn't mind having you as `my boy' sometime?" Looking up, a smile crosses Conor's face, "Wouldn't mind being under your leadership, sir!" "Mm," the dominant dude says. Playing him, Conor bends over, "Oops! My sneaker's untied again!" Seemed like Conor's behind was suddenly very popular, "Mm-mm. Now there's an ass worth fighting for!" Going back to signing the safety clause, players accepting responsibility for their own injuries, even though caused by someone else. Conor smiles, hearing behind his back, two hot men fighting over him! % "Ready or not, here we are?" Patrick announces, turning off the ignition. Shifting his head to the side, Austin looks out his window, "Looks like too high class of a place for the likes of me?!" "We'll take care of that when we get inside!" Patrick had grabbed his curiosity. Realizing he was getting out, Austin followed, rushing around the front of the car. "Slow down...take your time. The night is young," Patrick says. Indeed, Austin didn't have a doubt, the high class splendor of Flyne Valley Golf & Country Club. He didn't even know it had a fancy name, beyond being called a golf club, but that's what it said on the door, so he figured `it is what it is!' Walking in, it seemed to Austin, Patrick knew everyone. Approaching the concierge, Patrick asks, "Good afternoon, Marlon." "Sir," the cocoa-skinned attendant replies. Patrick wasn't getting as much attention as Austin, which went noticed! "Jon available?" Finger skimming down a list, the `suit and tie-guy' replies, "For you, shall I summon him?" Austin was trying like hell to read the `signs', apparently not the first time Conor's dad and Marlon had crossed paths. "No, no, I think I know where to find him, thank you." Curious as hell, as they walk away, Austin asks, "What was that all about?" "What was what about?" Patrick adds a smile and a wink! Walking through the club, Patrick shows no respect for signs on the walls. "Uh, it said, `employees only'," Austin turns around, to make sure it said what it said. Walking along a bar, where waiters reported to pick up drinks, Patrick says, "That's for non-members." Austin didn't believe him, but smiled, liking the audacity. "Now, don't be shocked, lad," Patrick says, pushing open a door. Again, the sign read, `employees only', Austin ignoring it too. Surely, there was enough man-scape for a gay dude to be shocked out of his gourd, several guys stripping out of caddying attire, showering and re-dressing in waiter's apparel. A totally nude dude stands there, Patrick tapping him on the shoulder, "Uh, you see Jon?" Austin got the smile, the dude replying he was still out on the course, but would be in, "in about a minute." Then, not minding his own business, "Hey, you new here?"a `For an Asian guy, he sure is hairy,' Austin thought, checking out the mid-chest, thickly anointed with black fur, same color stripe, nonstop down the middle. His impression had always been, Asian men smooth. `I gotta get me a job here!' Austin provided his own means for smiling. Too bad no one pay attention! "Jon! What happened to you?" Shaken back into reality, Austin had thought his name was `Jonathan', but right now, the view and not what he was called was important. "Aw-w, you know, the life of a caddy. I was lucky enough to get old man Perkins. You know him?" "My condolences," Patrick replies. "Who's old man Perkins?" Austin asks, even though he didn't mind following Patrick and Jon into the recesses of the locker room. "A rich ole bastard," Patrick opinions, "who will make a boy go swimming for a golf ball. Some say he aims for the big ponds on purpose!" Patrick was both serious and comical. Austin felt good being around him. Arriving at the last row, Austin is stymied by Patrick, whipping his polo shirt off. "Stripping time!" It became a contest of sorts, both Austin and Jonathan ogling over Patrick's chest. "I have your clothes waiting for you, Mr. O'Conor?" "Oh, pardon my ignorance," Patrick says, "this is Austin Duchene. He'll be joining us this evening." Having removed his own brown-dirty shirt, Jonathan extends a formal hand, wiping it off on his own chest, "It's a pleasure to know you, Mr. Duchene." If he thought he was crazy over one ginger guy, he was head over heels in love with the ginger caddy, "Same here." Austin was never going to wash that hand! Strangely, Jonathan could not have been more than a year or two older than him, "You can call me Austin, you know?" "Protocol," Patrick states, a mile ahead of Austin, having stripped down to his undies. Jon, tardy as Austin in getting out of his clothes, says, "Mr. O'Conor is right. We have a code of hospitality to abide by. Though, outside the club, we relax the rules." Sensing this some kind of hint, Austin would have to dwell on it more, "I see. I'm `Mr. Duchene' inside, but out in the backyard," he points over his shoulder, "I'm `Austin'?" Patrick jokes, "Whenever you prudes want to start stripping down in front of each other?" Patrick waited. He didn't mind the strip show, sitting there on the locker room bench, cock and balls hanging down. When Austin and Jon had slightly gained the advantage over Patrick, Jonathan asks, "Are you wearing the same briefs, Mr. O', or do you want fresh?" "I'll go with fresh!" Apparently, Jon had already seen the show, busying himself with gathering up clothing. His briefs, he ditched in a laundry bag. Austin and Patrick's, he folded nicely and placed in a locker next to his. Austin gulped, wondering, if Patrick's cock was this big, soft thing, what was it like rock hard?! "Here," Jon tosses a pair of briefs to Patrick, attaching a smile. For Austin's benefit, Jon holds open a pair, "And your's, Mr. Duchene?" For having to feed his `own' feet into his `own' briefs, Patrick says, "You can forget a big tip, Jonathan!" "How come?" Austin says seriously, both feet in. There was a good chance Jon's balls were pulsing, his face, right there in the pocket of Austin's pubes. "Well," Patrick acts girlish, with sarcasm, "at least one of us would have reason for leaving a big one!" Turning back to the step-in activity, Austin could have sworn he felt something touch the tip of his cock. Surely, it had to have been some part of Jon, still bent over. Reading the look on Austin's face, Jon says, "Not a problem." The smile on Jon's face meant to Austin, indeed, his cock must have gotten sideswiped, "sorry," Jon laments. Then, another wisecrack from Patrick, "Whenever you're done licking Austin's cock, Jon, I'd like the rest of my clothes, before they stop serving dinner?" Okay, so Jon decides, "Mind if I get Mr. O' out of the way, first, Austin?" Feeling he's known Patrick long enough to show some intentional disrespect, Austin says, "No problem. I like watching a dude get dressed, as much as I like undressing!" Then they went to it, though Austin wondered, each time Jonathan tried to help Patrick, he did it himself, buttoning each button, assembling the bow tie, pulling the jacket away from Jon and placing it over his own shoulders, feeding arms in. "I'll meet you outside," Patrick says. "And oh, Jon?" "Yes, sir?" "You'll be joining us for dinner tonight. I'll let your boss know." "Thanks, Mr. O'!" Austin thought, "I was under the impression you were going to be our waiter?" "It wouldn't be the first time Mr. O' has had me entertain his guest," Jonathan replies, holding out a fancy white shirt, "Arms?" Whereas Patrick put on a hustle to get himself dressed, Austin takes it slow, adds a `thank you'. "You can get dressed too," Austin says. "Fine. Mind holding my shirt for me?" Then it became a tit for tat game, each helping the other to spiff up themselves. When Jon stay with back towards Austin, he says, "You can turn around now?" It was not the first time Jon has had a man dress him. He twirled Austin around, into the position he prefers, Austin's chest to his back. The only way Austin could button down Jonathan's shirt, was to butt his chest to back, "I hope I'm not responsible, if it comes out crooked?" He couldn't see, Jon close his eyes, upon feeling a man at his back, "I'll take my chances. We can always undo and redo. Practice makes perfect!" "Thanks for the reminder, Mary Poppins!" Not a thought about loosening up, Austin didn't stop to self-analyze, but just went with whatever his gut reaction was telling him to do. Neither had verbally expressed sexual preferences, but Jon had already figured it out, "Mm-mm, feels nice having the front of your briefs up against my rear." Austin's eyes popped wide open. He could swear he felt Jonathan doing some kind of slow hula-dance with his ass, which set off some hefty vibrations. He could not deny it felt awesomely great, slowing his progress with the buttoning. "Mm-m, betcha it would feel good sitting on that thing!" It did. Feel good. Felt awesome. Great, but this is not exactly how Austin pictured having full-fledged sex for the first time. He backed away. Turning around, Jon show embarrassment. Surely, Austin was not the same prey as other guests Patrick brought into the club. "Am I moving too fast?" "You're fine. Me, I'm a `slow' kind of guy," Austin replies. That settled it for Jon. What `the man' wanted, `the man' got! Instead of some one-on-one, before dinner snack, Jon says, "I'm sure Mr. O' is waiting for us." "I never wore a real one," Austin says, looking at himself in the mirror, fingering the one long strand of a bowtie. "It's a cinch when you get used to doing it," Jonathan had it tied in no time, to perfection! "You are good at it," Austin froze in place, not wanting to move. Jonathan drops both hands, gently gliding them over Austin's shoulders, asking, "By the way, do you have a boyfriend?" "Not really. I have a friend. He's a boy, but we're not like that." "Okay then, are we ready?" Jon holds the jacket for Austin. When they walk back out, Austin didn't catch it, Jon straightening up Patrick's tie, "Thanks, Jon." Too uninformed to know, Patrick had visited Jon's boss, `thanking' him for allowing the waiter to join them for dinner. One of the best tables in the house, Jon didn't wait for the host to seat them. Being gentlemanly, he helped Austin scoot his chair under the table. Patrick was a little bent out of shape, having to do it for himself. However, he did have a little scheme of things brewing and was joyful that Jon and Austin were hitting it off. A good thing and a problem, he knew he would have to make friends with another `gay' waiter, to handle guests he brought to the club. He was a good juggler. His business, CEO of his own temp service, Patrick read people real well. He and Jon had had some really nice times together. Whereas he would be missing some expert cock-sucking service, "You know, I think maybe I should check up on Conor?" Getting out of his chair, Austin tags a hand, "No, don't go." Patrick was torn, thinking he was the third wheel on a motorcycle. Though, his ignition stalled, "Don't go?" "You said yourself, Nik is there to babysit, right?" Not really worried about Conor, Nik there to watch, when he watched out for someone else and not just himself, Patrick knew his son would be out of harm's way, having met with Bart earlier and offering him some temp's for his next party, bartering to keep his eyes on Conor. "When you're right, you're right," Patrick once again takes a seat. % Back at Bart's place, sure enough, when Conor was admitted to the downstairs dungeon, Nik was in full swing with the clientele. Walking over to a table, Nik was fully in the buff and tied eagle-spread, arms and legs at all four corners. "You're supposed to be watching out for me, Nik?" When a bear, in leather, straps amid a thick rug over the chest and stomach, hands going towards Nik's pubes, a gadget in both hands, "Oh man, Nik, that's supposed to be my balls!" "Sorry." The leather-bear says, "Oh, trust me, you will be!" Conor's loins tingle, Nik moaning out loud, when the nip clamps, chained to the ball separator is broken into two parts, the bear's hands approaching each pec. "Hey." Thinking he's being addressed, Conor turns around, "Who, me?" "You alone?" Big, beautiful layout, wide swimmer's build, completely doused in a rich layer of fur, from the top of the shoulders, down to his chaps, Conor was ready to break out in a drool, "I am. You?" "Not anymore," he takes Conor in the crook of his arm, introducing himself as `Master Bartos'. When Nik had phoned Patrick earlier, saying he had to work late, it was a `signal'. More an edited version, of saying he going out to play tonight. As per their arrangement, when deciding to open up their relationship, to playing outside the partnership, it was a formality. One calls the other and lets them know plans and details. Reconnecting at night, in bed, they each learn the outcome. Patrick had informed Nik he wasn't able to talk and would call back later. When Patrick did call back, Nik had told his partner, he would be at a new client's house, having some `special' fun. Knowing Nik and his son liked the same fun and games, Patrick wanted to know all the dirt. After interrogating Nik, he had the name and number of the host's house. When Patrick went to his house, Bart was not home. Re-calling his partner, he learned Bart was employed by a landscaper. Finding the general area, Patrick scouted the neighborhood, spotting the truck. From there he was able to locate the Forman, who in turn found Bart for him. After hashing and rehashing details, Bart finding out Patrick owned a gay temporary service, they worked out some details. Patrick liked Bart's tough exterior, but it was like `concrete' to `brick', "You're right and that's why I'm forgiving you for trying to move in on my partner at the gym this afternoon." Bart getting in the forgiven mode, "Oh. That was him? I swear it, I didn't know he was your..." Changing it up, Patrick putting on a smile, he says, "Not a problem. Do what you want with Nik...trust me, he can take it, but I do have a little problem you can help me with." Apparently, Bart has seniority when it came to leadership with the landscaping firm, taking time off to sit under a tree and drink water. Patrick went on to explain about his son, "Conor loves having fun too, but I don't want to see him getting hurt, if you catch my drift here?" In his hand was 2-$100 bills, slipping it over Bart's thigh. Little did Patrick know, Bart was digging him, "Keep your money," his hand on Patrick's moves it away, "I'm sure you and I can work out something later." Patrick couldn't deny the attraction, that wide swimmer's build, attached to a big ass, "However you want to work it out, Bart. Though, if I my son gets hurt, or shows signs of any of that s&m shit, there'll be hell to pay and I'll be looking for you." Top, dominant, `sir', `master', whatever the calling, these are all of what Bart could become. Though, there was always that 1% kind of a guy lurking in the shadow. Patrick's threat had brought out that small percentage in Bart, almost hoping the father would find some little scratch on his son. Maybe he'd have to leave a little fingernail scratch in an easy-to-find place! % Back at the golf club, they had worked their way through some main dishes. Awaiting the cheese cake, Patrick says, "You'll have to excuse me. I forgot I have a prior business engagement." Again, Austin tries to sway, hand on hand, "Do you really have to go?" A slip of the hand, whipping out his wallet, Patrick takes out a card, hands it to Austin, "Don't go over the limit!" "Me? You're trusting me with your credit card, Patrick?" He didn't answer Austin, "Jon, make sure Austin gets home and oh, behave yourself!" Just like that, Patrick was out of there, Jon and Austin sitting at the table. "What do we do now?" Austin eyes up the platinum plastic. "Crush the limit?" % Later on, hours after Patrick had made contact with Bart, at the landscaping dig, he did make it to the party. In the car, on the way over, he knew what he was certain to find. Walking into Bart's crib, with sole purpose of looking for his son, he pictured Nik on the sidelines, wishing it were himself tied down to a table and being sweetly `tortured.' Patrick wasn't into that s&m stuff, but when it came to his own flesh and blood having a craving for it, he made it his business to have an awareness. The father and son held no major secrets from each other. It had been a relief, earlier on, when Conor came to his father, laying it on the old man, a little at a time, of how being forced to do stuff against his will, served to make him `get hard and leaking.' After Conor had give in to the truth, Nik followed. Though, there was a difference, in Patrick's mind, with a son, versus a partner, going off and doing kinky stuff. First of all, Conor had come to him. With Nik, Patrick had come to know of Nik's `hobby', taking place in the afternoon or evening, when he supposedly was to be working overtime. Of Nik, Patrick didn't do a damn thing, after finding evidence on his cell phone and taking a call from one of Nik's clients, when he was in the shower. No, Patrick would wait until Nik fully incriminated himself, having the inside dope on the matter. Shortly thereafter, this was the thorn which began to threaten their relationship status. Back at Bart's, no mistaking it, Patrick knew that was his son's voice. On the drive over, he thought of how `tortured' Nik would be, standing there, watching a hot top man doing stuff to Conor, when all along, he wanted to feel and taste the same treatment. Patrick's honest opinion was, `fuck you, bastard!' Whatever things Patrick was thinking, the situation was much, much different. Indeed, Nik was wrapped up in the moment, but not with his eyes on Conor. Instead, of being at his son's... `his' son, since Nik and Conor never really hit it off from the beginning of their relationship... Nik was hung, eagle-spread, by his wrists, wrapped in shiny `saran wrap'. Patrick couldn't help remark, "What the hell is this, Nik?" Through the clear plastic wrap, Patrick could see Nik's hair on his chest and stomach a blur. Small, circular cutouts had been made around each nip. Each nip was protruding from the plastic sheeting, drawn out by small clamps attached to each. Patrick follows the chain until something lower catches his eyes. Not being near the dull ceiling lights, it was tough to see, until he made it his goal to find out. `What the hell?' he says, bending over and seeing the same, cutouts around Nik's balls, both cinched at the base, plumping up the plums. "Nice work, if I may say so myself. Go ahead. Take a lick or two!" Uprighting himself, Patrick knew anyone could get the impression he was a ball-licker. Cocksucker? Well, it would be tough doing that, Nik's stick underneath the wrappings, looking like his shaft was glued to his pubes. Standing and turning around, Patrick is a little out of sorts with himself, "Well, you certainly look different in that get up, Bart!" "Welcome to my party," Bart says, stepping right up to Patrick, taking him in his arms and giving him a hard kiss. Breaking it off, Patrick says, "That's gotta be the most enthusiasm I've felt in a long time!" "I know why you're here," Bart turns his back to Patrick and signaling with a flicking finger, leads him into another portion of the basement. "I was wondering what all that cackling was about!" In reality, no real harm could come to his son, unless a tormentor strayed from Conor's `short list.' In addition to being roughly stripped out of his clothes and tied with ropes, Patrick knew what his son's main form of entertainment could be, tickled with a feather! When he walked in, first thing Patrick picked up on, were the sounds of Conor's laughter. Right off Patrick knew he wasn't in any serious trouble. It even made him smile, hearing the induced laughter. "You're not doing him yourself, Bart?" "No," Bart smiles, having appointed one of his mates from the landscaping company he worked with, "but I think Joel has matters well in hand!" He didn't seem to be a good actor, but Joel sure knew hot to do some hot feather-torture, "You going to tell me what I need to know, or do I have to torture you some more?" It made Patrick smile. The thing is, it didn't matter what Joel was looking for, for an answer, but Conor's reluctance to divulge an inner secret. A single `no' from his son's lips, was enough to say `gimme more!' More is what Joel did. Though, it wasn't the only thing, with an occasional lick at the top of Conor's tall shaft, or a kiss to the lips. "What do you know about this, `Joel', Bart?" Patrick stood there, arms across the middle, strumming his scruff with fingers and thumb. Bart knew where this was coming from and where it could go, "Twenty-one years old, 6 feet tall, average build..." "Average, Bart?" Rather than a direct answer, Bart asks, "Are you into cubs?" "I've have my moments," Patrick responds. Though, he show more interest to the right, spot Bart was standing. Bart, he could read a man like a book, "Well, you found out how well taken care of Conor is, so why don't you and me find something meaningful to do?" Rubbing both hands together, Patrick was thinking of a whole barrel of ideas he would like to implement. "Hey, Patrick!" They both turn from the direction Bart was leading them away to, Patrick saying, "Austin? Jon? What are you guys doing here?" Jon jokes, "Well, when we ran out of plastic..." "You what?" Walking over to Patrick, Jon gives him a consoling rub on the shoulder, "Cool it, pops. We didn't spend half of your life savings!" However, Jon passes right by Patrick, "Mm-mm, don't you look delicious!" Perhaps Bart had some plans forming an opinion of Patrick, but right now his brain was drawing up some new designs, eyeing up the 20-year old's outer layers. Tugging on Jon's tie, he drags the college lad away, "Come into my web, says the spider to the fly!" "See ya, Austin!" Jon says, a smile creasing his lips. Giving Austin a strange look, Patrick says, "I thought you two were hitting it off, back at the club?" "Well, don't me wrong, Patrick. I really appreciate what you were trying to do for me, but..." Standing in front of Patrick, Austin wanted to explain to him in more than words, but couldn't find the right order. "I'm glad you're here," Patrick puts both hands on Austin's shoulders, slides them down. "Really?" With nothing much else coming to mind, "me too!" Seeing Conor in good hands of his `tormentor', Patrick tells his son he'll see him later at home. Joel has stopped long enough for Conor to collect himself, "Okay if I have a buddy over?" Patrick didn't answer, just kept walking, Austin with him. "What about Nik?" Austins questions. Patrick, walking behind the lad, coaxing him up the stairs, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a dam!" When he got to the top of the stairs, Austin does a quick turnaround, "But your partners!" "Not any more," Patrick put it to him bluntly. "Really? Like, how would that go?" It being only around 7pm, Patrick knew Conor would be engaged in activity for the rest of the night, whether it was under the feather, or with Joel at his back door, "How about a glass of wine and I can explain it all to you?" "Um, like, I never drank...I mean, alcohol and never with anyone else?" He had done it once, raised one son. Conor had turned out to be a decent citizen. About Austin, Patrick figured out already the lad searching more direction to life, something his mom could not offer. "I think you and Conor should spend more time together." That wasn't exactly what was on Austin's mind, "Conor?" Thinking there's a connection being made, "What about Joel?" Patrick went on to explain, "You're mom, I take it she wouldn't be so thrilled having a gay son?" Austin just gurgled, making some sounds like an atomic bomb set off. "And even if she did, not mind you being gay, for certain I'm sure she would be appalled about you having a 34-year old boyfriend?" It made Austin into an instant happy camper, "You...you want to be my boyfriend?" For Austin, numbers didn't matter. He didn't care if whomever he chose to like or love, were young, old, overweight, underweight, if they had a big shaft or small cock, though too much into the whips'n'chains, that might cause a rift in a relationship. After carefully analyzing what he knew of Austin, Patrick says, "That is, if you're looking for a role model?" Standing down one step, Austin gaging enough time taken, on the stairway, "I think I might like to try a glass of wine..." both on their way out, "or beer...I've always wanted to try it!" "Like I said...you and Conor need to get to know each other much, much better!" Patrick's little scheme worked, Austin telling his mom he was going to be spending the weekend at Conor's house, when all along all that free time was spent with Patrick. Over and over and over again, Austin got to not only touch, but taste Patrick's delicious ginger-fur. After a few times in bed, the novelty began to wear off, Patrick taking the upper hand. Quite contrary to natural belief, a smooth man could be just as appetizing as all that fuzzy stuff. Though, with Patrick, it was more about working his way from lips, down the middle of the chest, until he reached the nether-region. As time progressed, Patrick finally gave up the notion he was going to remain a full-fledged top and allow Austin to creep in. Be it him to ask, more a novice at everything, Austin, hovering over Patrick's bod, on Saturday afternoon, "What? You've never been fucked?" Patrick loved it, being a mentor to Austin all these months of high school. He already had a graduation present worked out, to present to Austin in a month, a trip to some romantic spot, though right now it was still in the planning stages. They had gone through much, every weekend, Austin doing something different. Each time Patrick had taught him how enjoy himself at a new activity, like finally figuring out how to keep himself buoyant in the water, there was more of a lesson to attached. For instance, Patrick had taken Austin to Braddock's department store and taught him how to buy briefs! First, before leaving the house on their shopping excursion, during the Easter shopping season, "You're not going out like that!" If Austin had grown up with a `real' father, he might have rebelled against the idea, of not going out to the mall in anything other than tee shirt and jeans. However, over the past few months, he's seen Patrick as much more than a father could be. A `real' father, for certain, Austin would never have gone to bed with. An advantage to having Patrick in his life, assuming the fatherly post, Austin's learned some stuff a bio-father could not teach him. Of course, it made a difference they were both gay. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing, `dad'?" Austin smiles. Acting the part, Patrick, still in his pajama bottoms, top optionally missing, "Do I have to take you over my knee?" Gaining much more composure, an outgoing attitude, Austin has the audacity to say to his `father,' "Take me over your knee and eat me out?" Patrick playfully pushes Austin over, onto the bed and then jumps on top. Lips lining up, he shows him the painful lessons life has to offer, like how much more a surrogate father can love! As a mentor can be, Austin replicates feelings, which leads to his own emotions. Patrick's hands all over him, while engaging in a kiss, Austin doesn't think it, just judges himself as having the kissing down pretty good. Hands wandering, as if a natural instinct, they have migrated to all that hot fur he only imagined having it to touch. Breaking off their kiss, Austin says, "Mm-mm, that feels so nice!" Assuming the assumable, Patrick says with pride, "Never had anyone complain about a kiss yet!" "No, uh, um...yeah, it was pretty nifty, your kiss, but," Austin gives Patrick's powerful pecs a slight squeeze. Tearing Austin's hands away, Patrick is lucky he didn't lose any ginger fibers, sitting up on his knees, "Is that all I'm good for?" he folds arms so his furry pecs are obliterated. Later, Austin would think why suddenly he became so adamant to responding, "Don't be such a woosie, Patrick!" It wasn't the name-calling which affects Patrick, but being addressed by his name, from a 19-year old lad? Then, there was something else to woos about, Patrick's leg muscles caving in, "Oh shit!" Now, looking down the long tunnel of their bods, Austin could only laugh at the reason for Patrick's actions, his shaft standing up straight! "Have a seat, your royal hiney-ness!" "Not on the first date," Patrick replies. He does `have a seat', but slides down till his ass is about a foot from Austin's targeting. "A date," Austin does feel the sensation of Patrick's cock slapping against his own jewelry, "is that what this is?" "I don't know," Patrick is truthful. Then, talking off the top of his head, "we don't even know if we're compatible!" Eyes steered away from Patrick's eyes, it's a smooth path down his own chest, stomach, over the navel... Feeling more outgoing, less reluctant, Austin suddenly realizes the confidence bestowed upon him. Comfortable with a guy almost double his age, Austin reaches a hand up, like he's going to stroke himself. Instead, single-handedly, wrapps both hands around his and Patrick's fat poles. "Oops!" Austin once again looks down the cave of both their bods. It all feeling good to Patrick, he too peers through the tunnel. However, the feeling of a hand, trying to meld two cocks as one, "I could've told you that!" "Told me what?" Austin stares at Patrick's smiley face. "Hey, I know how big I am, but slapped together with your fat sausage?" A smirk on his face, Austin says, "I guess it's true what they say?" "What do `they' say?" "That us younger have a lot to learn from the `older' generation?" Put down, in a happy sense, Patrick replies, "Oh goody. I'm glad you think so...less words and more action?" They way it looked, as things progressed to a higher level Austin tiring of using hands and not more, in order to illicit sweet moaning sounds, he slides down, jealous of his own hand touching Patrick, `there.' "Oh no you don't!" Surprised by Patrick slightly slipping out from underneath, Austin forced to kneeling, "What did I do...or didn't do?" "Trust me, in my line of business I truly believe in respecting your elders." Quizzical in his mind, Austin tries understanding, why Patrick is on his knees facing him, until he feels a hand on his shoulder. "C'mon...switch places." Going into all these sexual motions, Austin wasn't sure of things, a 19-year old going at it with a mature man of 34, "You want me to..." What Austin suspected, Patrick didn't speak out, but rather used gestures, sweetly laying his love down in the bed. Taking both Austin's hands in his, Patrick finally breaks silence, "Gently. Don't want to go and break anything!" "What?" Austin was genuinely in a fog. Spread out, having allowed Patrick to pin both arms to the top of the bed, a little overhead, Austin just goes with flow. Oh man, what a flow it was, Patrick's hands on his hands, lips on his, both returning a kiss to each other. Then suddenly, the kissing was over, but not the sweetness! Austin was ready to blurt out something like, `Where you going?' Patrick was `going' down Austin's bod. First he lapped up the sweat at the top of the shoulders. Loving the salty taste of teen flesh, Patrick looked up, to see Austin's reaction of the tip of his tongue gliding down, between the pecs. Having fully lost hand control over Austin, Patrick slides both hands to just under the pits. In contrast to Austin's smooth chest and stomach, feeling hair under the arms turned Patrick on. Rightfully, if he didn't resort to something drastic, like shave off his gingery, full frontal assault of mossy hair, face to face Patrick could not feel the smoothness, except with hands. Like it was a natural reaction, he sits up. "Oh my god!" "What?" Patrick replies, a smile on his face, like he had a prank in mind, but wasn't telling. "You ass! It was almost on me!" "Yeah," Patrick's bright, toothy smile show how serious he was...or wasn't, "almost, huh?" What Austin could not tell, is Patrick's ass pulsing with want! Gulping, again the age thing kicking in, coupled with the fact he was having man-sex with his new bud's father, "Uh, can we like, put a hold on that and have some time out?" Knowing Austin wasn't ready for it, which only an experienced, mature man could tell, Patrick controls his wanting, "Of course. What do you think I am...one of those hit and run sex partners?" Watching Patrick dismount, lay next to him, Austin is perplexed, "Hit and run sex partners?" Okay, so they weren't going to get it on with some heavy sex, but Patrick thought taking it slow wasn't such a bad idea. As minutes flew by, more kissing, Patrick having the chance to rub a hand over smoothness, he does discover, "Like that, do you?" It did feel immensely good to Austin, Patrick's hand tweaking one of his nips, then sliding down to touch his cock. Rather than answer in the affirmative, he puts it to Patrick, "Do you like doing it?" Returning from down below, Patricks rubs some gooey fluid between fingers and thumb, "I don't know why I bothered asking!" Austin was sure discovering things, cringing at seeing Patrick put his soiled fingertips to his own mouth. Smiling, Patrick realizes the implications, "What? You never tasted yourself?" "Myself? I'm not...I mean, you're the one doing the tasting!" It wasn't that Patrick was not a little leaky himself, "Here," he reaches down and gives himself a stroke, hand making him ooze out, "have a taste." Austin wasn't sure... Perceiving Austin's undecidedness, Patrick says, "Okay. No problem. Maybe another time," he licks his own fingertips. It's not the goo on Patrick's finger, nor second time seeing a dude eat it, Austin did pick up on, "Another time...is there going to be?" Over the decades, Patrick became no stranger to instantaneous man-sex, whether it was planned, or spur of the moment. Being gay had no boundaries and for Patrick, CEO of his own temp service, he came across a wide spectrum of the population, guy in and out of the door to his office. Thinking upon such a thing, he levels with Austin, after settling back into his furriness half covering the smoothness, "I've come across many a man in the years I have managed my own company. You see, even though I have a human resource person working for me, I get the final say on who is and who is not hired." He didn't finish, telling some valuable information, Austin, like reading his mind, "Must've been cool. Like, could you tell if a guy were gay?" It was the next thing on Patrick's mind, cutting to the chase, "It took a while, but I got the hang of it." Slipping hands from his sides, in a more comfortable position, Austin places them behind his head. He got comfortable, as ready for a bedtime story. Patrick's face was right there, almost at the hairiest place, the pits, but instead of licking, "I remember my first interview..." Even though Austin didn't get to shoot his first load with Patrick, he loved hearing how a man could find out if a dude were gay, without outrightly assumption or in an accusing manner. "And unfortunately, even though we both seemed compatible, top to bottom or bottom to top, however you want to term it, I didn't think he was right for the job and he understood. All in all..." All this time, Patrick teased Austin's nips, fingers ferrying saliva from either mouth or as cock-spit to the hard nubs. The next time Patrick's hand slid down Austin's stomach, he discovers something, which makes him look at Austin's face. Austin's tall shaft, having toppled over, gave Patrick indication, either he was being boring, or his subject was tired. "Another thing learnt!" he jested, for his own benefit, to use his mouth more for other things, being not so gabby. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time Patrick worked a guy when he was drowsy or half asleep. Sex can be such an arousal! % Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author, or you will be forced to your knees.