Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 09:25:03 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 11 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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state 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. % OLuFsEN & SONs 11 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "What about this one?" Joaquin asks, holding up a `very' skimpy speedo. Snatching it from his hand Gef tells him, "That's only legal for one on one!" Gef gave them the royal tour of the dresser draw, showing Patrick and Joaquin the fifty or so pairs of briefs he's either bought over the years or left behind gifts from hot encounters. After sharing how he aquired some of them, the two listening were quite hard! "There's `got' to be a story behind this one?" Joaquin says while sporting a grin. "What's the matter?" Gef ask. "You guys act like you've never seen a pair of leather briefs before?" "Actually I haven't!" Patrick responds, zipping and unzipping the two inches of zipper down the front. But when Gef looked at Joaquin, Joaquin had a different story to tell, "Maybe." "Are you into `the scene'?" Gef asks him. "What scene?" Patrick asks naively. "Yeah, what scene?" Nick surprises the three. Gef creates a diversion, stealing the leather briefs from Patrick's gaze, "Kitchen cleaned up already?" "Clean as a whistle. Now what's this?" Nick probes, reaching behind his lover-boy's back, manhandling the zipper-lined briefs from him. Patrick honestly says, "A pair of leather briefs. Seems like Joaquin and Gef have a `scene of it' or `something' like that. You know what they're talking about, Nick?" Nick knew, but placed himself in Patrick's court, "I had a pair of leather boots once. Kept my feet nice and toasty." Joaquin has had `other' leather things but kept it to himself! Nick breaks up the `meeting of the minds', "The kids are all hyped up and want to get into the grownups pool, so you guys better hustle." Not Patrick so much, sure he took one glance, but it was Joaquin which studied Nick's bod as he undressed. "Whats-a-matter Joaquin? You act like you never saw a guy's lower anatomny before!" Not too embarrassed, Joaquin stood there while Patrick turned red when Joaquin divulged, "You ain't got nothin' on Patrick!" Patrick glanced between Gef and Nick. Then totally ignoring Joaquin, he said, "Um, excuse me. I think I forgot something." He left the room. "Uh-oh," Gef replied, he and Nick staring at Joaquin. "What?" Joaquin asked the two. "What I think is you said what you ought not to have said, Joaquin?" Nick told. "I... I didn't mean to say it. It just came out. I mean you two could see for yourself how big his crotch was?" Joaquin found excuse. "Still," Nick answered, "you said it and maybe it offended Patrick because `you' should have kept what was seen and done in bed, in incognito?" "Yeah, right," Joaquin reckoned. Then asking his friends, "What should I do?" It's Nick who took helm of the situation, saying, "I wouldn't blame Patrick a bit if he thought about packing up his stuff and leaving. The question remains is do you want him to do that?" Then Joaquin shared some feelings, "We just met yesterday. If it wasn't for Zach and Jase asking us to help them with their puzzle..." Nick says as he feeds his legs into a regular swimsuit, "Patrick's a really nice guy. For now, would you rather be with somebody half as nice as Patrick or....." Joaquin stole the leather briefs out of Gef's hand, grabbing the ones from the bed, the plain blue ones which were in Patrick's possession, then booked. "What do you think he's going to do with those?" Gef asked Nick of the leather briefs now in Joaquin's hands. "Fill'em! What else?" "Will ten inches fit in them?" "Depends on if they make up." "Oh?" Gef asks. "How's that go?" Gef was hinting of their own break up, then makeup. "You figure it out! The boys are waiting," Nick says as he leaves. Sometimes Gef gets in even worse daydreams than his brother. It must be in the genes. Standing there, Gef is wondering how stretched he would feel with two ten-inch shafts up his..... % "Dario? What are you doing here?" Terron asks, looking around. Still amazed, Dario takes in the sights of not only guys in their twenties, but teens through fifty-something guys decked out in tee shirts and jeans. He even sees some older guy with a tank top, chestful of gray hair. "Here," his bro says, "you forget your Bible and Jay led me to you." Jay was turned, talking to someone else, but when he turned towards the two brothers, Terron says, "Good morning, brother!" Terron initiates the brief hug. "Wow! This church sure `is' liberal!" Dario raves. "Um," Jay tells him, "it's not the same kind of `hug' that is not meant as...." "Save your breath. I know what you mean," Dario says. "It's not like I don't know how you Christians do things." "I gotta go. See you when you pick me up," Terron shouts back as he wades into the crowd. "Hungry?" Jay asks Dario. "Tea time?" Dario asks, picturing little old ladies serving up tea and biscuits. "No. Coffee hour isn't til after everything is over and believe me.... Terron eats like he hasn't eaten in a week. What do your folks feed him at home?" "Folks?" Dario questions as Jay leads them across the room and into the foyer. "Oh," Jay inquires, "I don't really know much about Terron. Do you live independent of your family?" "We used to live with an aunt and uncle here in Goldwater Creek, but they've since retired to Florida. As it is, Terron's the last living relative I have left." "Oh. Sorry. I didn't know." As they stood in the parking lot, Dario with keys out and ready to insert in the door, he had more than starting his car on his mind. "How about we take my car and we can swing by here for yours when you pick up Terron?" "Sure," Dario didn't object. Not far down the road they turned into a long driveway which led up to a farmhouse, complete with barn. Jay paused his driving. "You raise horses?" Dario asks as he looks out the window. Before he got a verbal answer, Jay's hand was on the right side of Dario's face, bringing his chin around, his lips waiting. Not objecting, but not giving in, Dario pulled away. "But I thought...." "Like you guessed Dario, we're a very `liberated' church. Bible study's only an hour long. Not much time for us to get to know each other, huh?" Jay says, putting the car in `D'. Arriving to their destination and out of the car, Jay led Dario into the farmhouse. It wasn't at all like an old one seen in the days of the cowboys. Modern to say the least, with it's vaulted ceilings, modernized kitchen and as they made their way upstairs, each room decked out in it's own decor. Opening a door Jay announces as he strips off his tee shirt, "This is my room." Dario just stood there. He couldn't believe he was on his way to the gym this morning and now stood in the room of one of the Christians from the community church. "Need some help?" "I'm not into one night stands," Dario tried to stop Jay from lifting the front of his tank top. "Me neither, but the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you." Working fast, Jay slipped his hands in under Dario's Under Armour tank top and lifted it up, halting his lip-lock on Dario to remove it. "Working fast aren't you?" Dario asked but didn't stop. "Yeah. What I figure is I have to hurry up and make you fall in love with me before you go and pick some other guy. You like me don't you?" "Sure," Dario says, scanning what he's seeing of Jay, the dark-brown hairy chest, trail down the skeletal sixpack, fanning out over his navel region, the tighter trail disappearing into his pants. "I love getting oral on a hairy man," Jay beats Dario to it as he licks Dario's hairy chest, settling his cupped lips over the left pec meat. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Dario sighs when he feels his left nip tightly engaged with Jay's lip-padded teeth. With his hands inside Dario's beltline, Dario could only think of, `What a fast one!' It took no time at all for Jay to lower Dario's jock-pants, licking down his hairy abs as he took the pants in his hands with him. "Nice!" he said when confronted with a jockstrap, Dario's meat lay all scrunched up in a small, confined area, making it look larger than life. "I can do you or you can do me?" Jay asked, looking up at Dario from his knees, getting an idea of which position he preferred. Shrugging his shoulders Dario replied, "I really don't have a preference." Having a void in his life of gay sex, doing one or two tricks in high school, he's never really fell into the mold of top nor bottom, settling for in between. "Why don't we hit the sheets and see where it leads?" "But we don't have all the time in the world," Dario reminded him. "It won't take long. Believe me." % "Nick, when are you gonna make the cake?" Zack pestered Nick as they sat on the steps of the deep pool, Nick's lap cushioning Zack, Jase sitting on Gef's thighs. "Yeah, when are you `gonna' make the cake?" Gef whines like Zack, to Nick. Knowing how Gef and Erik have this `getting even pact', Nick replies, "I think I heard your `Uncle Gef' say he'd be glad to make a cake in about five minutes!" "Yaaaaay, Uncle Gef!" "Ranks a rot, `Uncle Nick'," Gef said snidely as Jase and Zack put forth their best to make sure the cake had a Spiderman `flavor' about it. "C'mon, I'll give you a hand," Nick responded, getting up as the water rushed off his skin. "Coooool! Uncle Nick is gonna help!" After Gef named him, it seemed Nick became an instant `uncle' to the boys. As the boys rushed ahead, towels extended out like they were flying, Gef says, "Now that you're a part of the family looks like you and I have no choice but to stick together!" "Oh that's not the reason I'm sticking with you, Gef. Nope. I'm waiting for the next milestone so I can watch you bitch'n'moan when the guy sticks the pin through your other nip!" "If I'd known you were a sadist Nick I might have reconsidered getting back together!" Stopping before entering the house, Nick replies, "Oh but aren't I such a nice sadist?" They kissed briefly before the Zach yelled from the back door, "You guys cut that stuff out and come on!" % "Had your fill of `refreshments'?" Jay asks Dario as the two lay in bed, Jay exerting himself to fold in half, using his shoulder as a battering ram to hit the pillow, changing from the `69' position. "Finger-lickin' good!" Dario replies as he savors the last bit of cum from Jay's cock. "And you?" "You're a good cocksucker!" "Thanks... but?" Dario detects something else. On the edge of his tongue, Jay tells, "Next time I'd like to have you lay there and enjoy me doing you." It wasn't a question, but rather an observation on the twenty-seven year old's part. To pass the time, while Dario mulled it over what was said, Jay's elbow centered on Dario's lower stomach, his fingers twirling the fibers of Dario's hairy chest, giving little love-tugs. >From Dario's perspective, he gazed up with almost the identical smile on Jay's lips. "You know, I've never been able to do this before but right now I think I can guess what's spinning around in your mind?" "And that would be?" Jay asks, spinning Dario's hair around his fingers, wetting it occasionally. Spelling it out like how it would go next time, Dario explains, "I'd be laying here like I am right now. `xcept you would park one of my hands behind my head and start eating out my scented pit, then work your way down to my pec, gently tease my nip..." Jay interrupts, "I was thinking of going it a bit rough?" "Whatever," Dario seemed to give the go ahead for next time. "Then you'd work your wet tongue down my trail, dig into my navel on the way to my pubes and..." "I think I can make up the rest!" Jay says. Then slapping Dario on the stomach, gets up. "C'mon. Time to pick up our bro!" "Our bro?" Dario questions. "Yeah. Your bro by birth, my `Christian' bro?" But before Jay could get too far from the bed, Dario grabbed his wrist and flung him back down, going to work on Jay's lips as his bod almost covered Jay's. % "Oops! My egg just crashed!" "Egg whaaaa?" Nick asks, towering over Zack and Jase. Gef keys the boys into the rule, "Now you know why a chef breaks an egg into a separate bowl." "Can't we fish the shells out and use the egg anyway Uncle Nick?" Jase asks. "Try this," Nick says, reaching under the counter and retrieving a wire catchall. The kids watched as Nick whipped the eggs up with a fork and then fed them through the strainer. "Easy as pie!" Zack says. "Like playing football, breaking an egg takes practice." All through the process of making the cake little mishaps kept Nick and Gef on their toes. Jase tripped on his apron, the plastic bowl of flour going everywhere. "Klutz!" Zack awarded him. Getting even, Jase called Zack the same when pouring milk into the bowl, the milk deflecting off a spoon, a half cup or more winding up on the countertop. "Does chefes make messes like this all the time?" Zack asks as he soaks up the mass of milk with a paper towel. "Only chefs under five feet tall," Nick tells. Meanwhile, Gef as overseer, helped Jase prepare the pan. "Uh-oh! I broke it!" Jase says, the bottom of the pan separating from the collar of the baking pan. "Well," Gef says, taking it from Jase, "maybe I can fix it!" Spoofing Jase, he loosened the sides of the springform pan, refitting the bottom, then tightening it up. "You're a genius Uncle Gef!" Jase declared. "What's your IQ?" Nick busted his lover. What would normally take Nick or Gef a half hour tops to assemble a cake, pan it and toss it in the oven, took over an hour. "When can we eat it Uncle Nick?" Jase asks. "We have to wait for it to cook," Nick replies. "You don't want to eat it raw?" The kids wiped it from their minds, but it fed Gef's imagination! % "Where were you Dare? I was getting scared you weren't coming back for me!" Both at once, Jay said, "Back at my place," Dario saying, "Getting something to eat." Dario then amended his answer, "At Jay's house getting something to eat." Terron leaned on the door, Dario's open window a portal for conversation. "Did you get to see Jay's horses? Jay says he has lots of horses!" "From a distance," Dario replied. Terron put Jay on the spot, "When are you going to take me to see your horses Jay?" "How about dinner later today?" Jay sets the invitation. "Can we please, Dare?" Terron asks as if a kid. "I dunno," Dario replies, "I didn't hit the gym today." "I've got plenty of hay needing to be moved about," Jay coaxes Dario on. "I suppose we could," he makes up his mind hoping to get more in than pitching hay. "What time?" Terron anxiously asks. "Enough time to go home, change and come back to my place?" Jay puts it. Dario had to laugh saying, "That Terron is such a livewire!" "A handful I bet," Jay comments as the two watch Terron make a dash for Dario's car. "I guess I better make a move," Dario says, watching Terron motion for him to `hurry up'. Jay says with a smile, "I like the moves you made in bed." All the way home Jay sang to the radio thinking what a glorious day it was and was to come! % "It looks sick!" Zack comments, watching Nick take the cake out of the oven. "It's called `fell'," Gef assigns the correct term to the cake, playing dead in the pan. Jase asks, "How come it fell?" "Too much or too little of an ingredient? Who knows?" Nick tells them. With two kids and two supervisors working on one cake it could be something was doubled or left out. "What are we gonna do now?" Jase asks. "Throw it away and start all over again," Nick says. "Oh nooooooo!" Zack replies, making a gesture like if they had to do it all over again they'd faint dead away. Sending the kids off to wake up their dad, still lounging by the pool, Nick and Gef analyse where they went wrong. "Oh," Gef says, "I thought `you' said you and Jase were putting the baking powder in." "No, doofus, I explicitly remember telling `you and Zack' to put it in!" "Explicit, huh? Put it in, huh?" Gef asks with a smile. "Chill before you make me horny. Then I'll have to `do something' about it!" he played right into Gef's hands. "Not before I put the icing on the cake!" "You're too much," Nick says, prying the cake out of the pan and into the garbage. "Do you think we can make it a quickie between cakes?" Breaking his balloon, the kids come in the back door, dragging their dad. Zack shouts, "C'mon guys! Get ready! Dad's taking us all out for pizza!" Under his breath Gef says, "I'd rather have a sausage!" % Pulling through the iron and stone arch, Terron comments, "Boy are we lucky to have a friend like Jay!" Dario smiles, thinking the same thing. "Aren't we Dare?" "We sure are Terron, but I don't want you to go bugging Jay about riding a horse or anything. We're here for dinner, remember?" Understanding, Terron asks, "Can we pitch some hay?" "We'll see," Dario says, patting Terron's thigh. To their surprise, Jay was waiting for them in the barn. Hearing Dario's 4x4 approach he came out. "Anybody interested in taking a pony ride?" he asks as Terron makes his exit. "Sure! See Dare? We're not only here for dinner so we're not bugging Jay!" As Terron heads for the barn door, Jay asks, "So, what's the reason for turning red?" He didn't allow Dario to answer right away, kissing him. "Nothing. We better hurry before Terron takes the reins and heads off into the sunset!" "I was hoping you could stay `past' the sunset," Jay drops the hint while they walk towards the barn. "Thanks, but Terron and I have to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for work." It wasn't something which was brought up before, with time only devoted towards their sexual escapade. As Dario enters the barn he shouts, "Hey guess what Terron?" "What?" Terron asks, shaking some hay off the pitchfork. "Jay works at Erik-Gef!" "I know," Terron says like it's nothing. "How come this hay doesn't pitch?" he asks. "It takes practice," Jay replies. Standing behind Terron, Jay's chest faces Terron's back, his arms around Terron, hands on Terron's hands. "You have to scoop it up, but not more than you can hold. Then pull back a little then `heeeeeave'!" he heaves it. "Oops!" Terron says when he lets go of the pitchfork, hurling both hay and implement. "I thought you were holding it!" "I guess we know the answer to that," Dario says with a chuckle. "Want to try it Dare?" Terron asks. "Sure. No sweat," Dario says, cracking his knuckles. Terron and Jay watch as Dario stabs some hay and tosses it not once but over and over again. After the third pitch he wipes his forehead with the arm of his tee shirt. "Whew! Workin' up a sweat!" "A true cowboy would've started the job with his shirt off," Jay informs him. "Is that so?" Dario asks. Then, peeling his shirt off over his head, "Being this is already wasted!" "Can I try it again?" Terron asks, his shirt coming off over his head as well. >From the few feet away Jay thinks what a `lucky cowboy' he is; a double vision of male beauty before him! % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story 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.....