Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2009 11:46:22 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 14 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 14 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Who's that?" Zach asked, hanging past his father as he walks in the front door. "Oh. You mean Juan," Erik talks about the limo driver who dropped him off. Zach concludes, "He looks like a `kid'!" Erik smiled, thinking the same thing this afternoon while he and Cort were enroute to lunch. "Zach?" his brother recalled his attention. "Oh yeah. Hey dad, take a look at these and let us know what you think!" >From an earlier age, Erik thought back to other drawings the boys had done. In comparison, he said, "Hey! I didn't know you boys could draw such good canoes!" "Canoes?" Jase looks at his brother. "They're not canoes, dad," Zach informs him. "Oh!" Eric said, then thought about the `canoes' without paddlers, trying to decide what other things the shapes represented. The boys tired fast, Jase telling him, "They're supposed to be bananas, dad!" "Oh yeah. Now I see the resemblances. And there's the bowls and I thought they were lakes. I'm such an idiot!" Erik hits the side of his head. "You're telling us!" Zach responds. "C'mon Jase." The two hurry away as Satyen is putting his coat on. Erik asks, "Did you know they were bananas?" "Let me give you a word of advice," Satyen says as if he's a wise shaman, "next time don't name what they are, but say it looks nice," he pats Erik on the shoulder. Erik thanks him and says, "I'd give you a ride home, but my car stalled at the office and...." "No need. My `boyfriend' is picking me up." `Boyfriend'? Erik replies silently, watching Satyen leave. "I'll be doggone!" Erik then says out loud, watching Satyen get into the limo. Then he can't picture it, this fifty-something guy and the eighteen year old limo driver. "Nah!" he says out loud in disbelief. Entering the kitchen he didn't smell the normal, something cooking. "Hey dad," Zach is the bringer of news, "Uncle Nick says fix something for us or take us out to dinner." "Nice of him to offer, on `my' payroll." Then without anymore thought on the subject, "So what do you and your brother feel like tonight, pizza? Chinese? Mexican? Huh?" Jase replies, "We want to go to a fancy French restaurant." "Yeah," Zack agrees, as if they've been rehearsing lines, "Miss Underwood says we should branch out our tastes." `Branch out. Tastes,' Erik thinks. "Sure. Why not? About time you boys got some culture." But there was a price to pay, more than money and for the next half hour, the two boys had to think up which ties would go with their shirts. Then fifteen minutes was spent on tie tying lessons, which for Jase came kind of easy, but Zach flat out flunked the course, his dad having to tie it. "Thanks dad. What're you going to wear?" "You boys scoot along and leave that to me!" He shooed them out. Now, half-dressed he stared in the mirror, still in his dress pants, totally barechested. Putting his hands on his stomach, he scraped up over his lightly-haired stomach of blond, over his blond pecs and down again, thinking he was standing behind Chad Dennet and doing the same thing, petting Chad's stomach and chest. The only unreal factor which crossed Erik's mind was Chad had dark hair. With Chad wearing a tee shirt underneath, Erik spotted the short sleeves under Chad's white dress shirt, he wondered if he did indeed move his hands over Chad's bod, would they be feeling up hair? "Dad, you going to take all night?" Zach broke in. He was gone in a flash, but it was enough to coax Erik back to his senses. However he did revisit his thoughts after donning a white undershirt, smoothing it down over his bod, tucking it in at the beltline. After covering it with a white dress shirt, he studied himself as he buttoned up. Even putting the tie on, he was mesmerized not by his own reflection, but some facsimile of Chad looking back at him. "We're ready dad!" Jase called out from down at the bottom of the stairs. Breaking away from his mirror, Erik threw his ass into a chair and quickly put his shoes on. Grabbing his sport jacket he doused the lights and hightailed it down the stairs. "It's about time!" Zach said. Jase lends comment, "What took ya?" Each a hand in Erik's hand the three went strolling out the door. % "What is this Gef?" Drew Hashwani asks. Gef walked in the registrar's office, Nick trailing behind. He didn't let on to the real identity, but rather put it, "This is my friend. He was feeling kind of horny tonight and I thought it would be okay to bring along." He even sweetened the deal by saying, "Nick here has a `real tight ass'!" "Oh really?" Hashwani fell for the line right away. Then, walking up to Nick he asks as he reaches out for his balls, "Do we have a nice package awaiting to be unfurled?" If any other circumstance, where Nick wasn't playing along, the guy fondling his balls through his pants might've resulted in emergency room care, but instead Nick played his part to the hilt, "Ohhhhhhhh-fuckin'-yeah!" He cried out, dropping his head back, his mouth opening wide in awe. What an actor! Then to seal the deal, making sure Hashwani was falling for the bait, Nick doesn't hesitate to ask, "Gef here tells me you have a nice juicy cock to suck on?" Hashwani's loving it. Two young college boys standing there, the tall, dark and handsome one almost begging to take his cock down his throat! "Let's get a move on it, why don't we?" The lights go bright to dark, the registrar ushering the two out of his office. For the most part, this area of Goldwater Creek Community College, is like a ghost town. Maybe Hashwani's plans were working out well for the most part, even with Nick along for the ride, but oh how is he in for a most unusual night, something far from which he had planned. % As Terron walked in the door of Jay Velez's farmhouse he said something which Jay wanted to hear, "You know Dare, if we keep coming here for dinner we might as well move in!" Dario laughed, looking at Jay, saying, "The kid has such a vivid imagination!" "And what's wrong with that?" Jay asks, cornering Dario between the corners of the foyer, after he closes the door. "Um. Nothing!" Dario replies. Equally, as Terron rushes off to areas unknown, Jay makes Dario linger, his bod keeping him prisoner in the corner, his lips beginning their sweet torment. "Hey you guys! There's water all over the floor!" "Water?" Jay tears his lips away, but still pins Dario. "Yeah. I think there's a busted pipe or something." Doing a daredevil act, Jay presses one hand on the back of the sofa, leaps over and hightails it away into the kitchen. Following, Terron does the same. "Noooooooooooooooooo, Terron!" "Whooooooooooooooooa!" Terron says as he bod falls face forward into the sofa, bouncing off onto the floor, onto his back. "Are you okay?" Dario yells, confronting Terron on the floor. Moving the table away, he pulls Terron up and into his arms, hugging him. "I'm okay," Dario replies. "You're smothering me Dare!" With an empty roll of paper towels in his hand, a wet wad in the other, Jay went to say something, but stood there speechless. Not vocally out loud, but deep inside he wishes he were there, on the floor, in front of the sofa and plastered between the twins' hug. So for a moment he forgot about the leaky pipe, dropped everything right there and walked over to the two. "What happened?" An angelic design on Terron's face, the twenty-five year old replies, "I need to practice jumping over the sofa. That's all!" He wanted it so bad, he let his feelings go. With two hands Jay pulled the coffee table far away from the two. He knelt down on the floor. Terron got up. Placing his hand on Terron's beltline, his fingers folded inside, Jay says, "No. I want you too Terron." "Huh?" Terron looked down with confusion. "I want you to stay." Just as bewildered, Dario knelt there at Jay's height, saying not a word. "You want me to stay? But you've got Dare!" Terron replied. "I know Terron, but... I love your brother... but.... I love you too Terron." Terron still didn't know what to make of it so just stood there, even though Jay's hand still kept him from getting loose. It wasn't a foreign idea to Dario, just a bit strange. Over the last half day, Dario had gotten mixed feelings of whether Jay was in love with him or his brother. Now, he was trying to convince himself Jay wanted the best of both worlds. For now he was entertained by the feeling of Jay wanting both of them. Regardless of however situations like this were meant to go, not that there were any rules regarding such, Dario went with his gut reaction, "What Jay is trying to say bro is he wants you in on our lovemaking tonight." Innocently, Terron says, "But aren't you man enough for him?" "Um, maybe last night," Dario explained it, even though he wasn't sure himself. "Why don't we play along and see where it goes?" Getting his dibs in, Jay tells Terron, "You can do whatever you want?" "Anything, huh?" Terron says, still not convinced he wanted to be in some type of sexual act with Jay and his own twin brother. Going farther, Jay tempts Terron, "If you want to I'll tongue-fuck your ass?" With an `o' forming at his lips, Terron responds, "Tongue? Fuck? You mean like you're going to put your tongue in my ass?" Dario smiled. He thought, `Boy, Jay is laying it on thick. He must be really crazy over us!' It's then Dario thought of the word `us' and not only himself or Terron, `both'. He then toyed with Jay, "Why don't you give Terron a sample?" Frozen in place, Terron stood there while Jay's hand slid along his belt until it came to the buckle. But suddenly he had two things to stare at, his head moving from Jay to his brother, Jay unbuckling his belt, while Dario reached around Jay and started doing the same to him. Then it comes out of Terron's mouth, "Wow! I never had an orgy before!" But things came to light with their `orgy', Jay stripping off Terron's pants and briefs, first tasting Terron's nine inch rod, making it stiff as a light-saber, then turning around Terron like a dance of courtship. As he started bending Terron over to pivot his target into tongue-fucking position, there was more of a revelation to Jay. "C'mon, Terron," Dario prompted him as he bent over, "just like when we were teenagers." Jay was already hard, but began seeping fluid when he saw Dario lay down on his back, his head towards Terron and as Terron bent over, his cock go right into Dario's mouth. Astounded to say the least, Jay goes, "Man, you two guys were doing this when you were kids?" Terron was frank in the explanation, "When we were about sixteen and then... well up until Dare met you. I mean," and he kneels upright, popping his cock right out of Dario's mouth, throws his hands up and tells, "How else was I supposed to learn about boy-sex?" Laughing his ass off, Jay was soon deprived of his laughter. "Um, when are you going to start doing your tongue thing to my ass?" "Right away `Master Terron'!" Jay said before putting his hand on Terron's back to once again get him into position to sink his tongue crevice-deep. Dario opened wide. % As Erik drove home he couldn't help giggle to himself, a flashback to watching Jase and Zach and their first encounter with escargot. He even laughed out loud softly, not wanting to wake up the boys snoozing in the back seat, at how the two looked as if they were going to barf when `he' took the first taste of the garlicky snails. Then slowly he sobered up, coming upon a car up front, off to the shoulder, a flare in warning. Passing the car, he stopped midway, unrolling his window. "Thank you very much for stopping. Seems I have a flat tire and no jack." Erik wasn't sure. It could have been the dark of the night, but the panel lights on his car seemed to make the darker-skinned man's eyes to dazzle. "That's not good when you have a flat tire. So, what would you like me to do?" Unbeknownst to Erik, the guy asking for help had devious thoughts. In his mind danced thoughts of this blond hunk doing a striptease, then caressing his head as he forced his cock in between his lips. But there was more concern which popped his balloon, "I was supposed to pick up my kids from school hours ago." "You got kids?" came from the back of the car, Zach awakened and rubbing one eye. "Hi there sonny," the stranger said. "My dad said I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." But then again, Zach remembered he just did! "But `hi'," Zach did offer. "Wise thing too," the stranger agreed. "I tell the same thing to my boys." "How many you got?" While the stranger and Zach conversed, Erik thought how nice this man was, talking to his son `maybe' like he would his own. In a nutshell he learned this fellow had three sons, Declan, Patric and Travis and they all surrounded his own boys' ages, eight and ten, as opposed to the trio's seven, nine and twelve. "Maybe we could be friends!" Zach said, flashing a gleeming smile. By this time Jase was awake and getting in on the conversation, "What school they go to?" Before the stranger could answer the flare went out. "I better start thinking about what I'm going to do here," he put it in Erik's court. "Why don't you tidy up things, get what you need out of your car and I'll take you wherever you want to go?" Though Erik `knew' where he `wanted' to take the stranger - right to his bed! Leave it to the boys, as the stranger got his car and himself together. "Dad, do you think we could play with his kids sometime?" Jase says, "Yeah and didja hear? Declan is a year older than me. I never had an older friend, except Nick!" "We'll see," Erik told them. "Now no more bothering the man, okay?" The boys agreed. The gas station was closed, so Erik offered to take the man home. "Yes, it is quite a coincidence I am in town on business and my aunt lives in the same town. So, the boys are staying there as well." "Nice place," Erik said even though they pulled up to a sidewalk, a small house sitting between two others. The place looked dark, but as soon as the stranger opened his door, three kids came running out, calling for their father. Erik stayed put, but didn't notice Jase and Zach slipping out the door. Next thing he knows he hears their voices. Jase is yelling to the tallest one, "Hey! Are you Declan?" So, it was Erik's cue to get out of the car and fetch them. Walking across the lawn to where the kids were situated, the stranger stood there talking to a woman. "Sorry," Erik yelled over to the adults. "Not a problem," the dark-haired stranger yelled back. `Not a problem at all!' he thought, watching his tall, blond Norseman go into action, fetching his kids. He then realizes he thought of him as `his'. What a stupid idea! "This is my Aunt Rose," the stranger said. "Erik," put it, introducing himself. Then Zach interrupted, "Hey dad can Patric, Travis and Declan come over and go swimming in our pool sometime?" Foxy Erik replies, "It's up to their dad." Right away came, "Sure," the stranger thinking `anything' to get to see `you' again! So all the way home all Zack and Jase could talk about is the pool party! % Meanwhile, ten miles up the road Nick and Gef were starting to work through their plan with the sly registrar, Drew Hashwani. Thus far, Nick and Gef had him stripped down, Gef stripping himself as Hashwani stripped Nick. Playing it cool from there, Gef belittled himself to work on Hashwani orally, tonguing his chest, then slipping down his stomach, his tongue dragging over the hairy beast, jabbing his tongue into Hashwani's hairy navel, then following the embedded trail to his pubes. Nick hated it, but forced himself to kiss Hashwani. But in the long run both he and Gef were due for some revenge. To get out of taking the kissing into the `French' vein, Nick interrupted, "How about we turn down the bed covers?" Hashwani came back with some line, "Hmm... you move fast!" But it's what Nick wanted... the night to move fast so he and Gef could carry out their plan and then get the hell out of there. While Nick pretended to make love to Hashwani, licking the Indian's musky chest fur, Gef sought out some itinerary for their plan to succeed. From the closet he carried four neckties, fashioning one at a time into a loop. He had on occasion done some kinky stuff, so kind of had an idea of how to fashion each necktie into a little noose. Then, pretending to move in on Nick's action, he handed one of the ties to his partner. The two had Hashwani totally under their spell, two young guys sexually working over the thirty-something horny bastard. Nick hated the taste, but in order to feasibly reach above Hashwani's head and secure one of the neckties around his wrist, he had to do something erotic to keep Hashwani's mind off of what he and Gef were about to do. And as Gef and he would compare notes later, their plan went along without a hitch, except for Hashwani. Hitching the ties around his wrists, the two suddenly broke free of their oral chores and tied the loose ends of the ties to the iron headboard, something which made their plan go ahead easier. "What tha?" Hashwani said when he realized he wasn't being wetted down. By the time he fully realized his arms were immobile, it was too late. Gef and Nick had quickly pulled ties over Hashwani's feet, securing his ankles to the underside of the bed. "Well will you look what we got here?" Nick said as Gef turned on the light. Illuminating the room, Hashwani lay there in the bed, eagle-spread. He looked like a body coated with hair, neck to navel, pubes, hairy forearms and legs, a heavy five o'clock shadow on his face. Taking on their roles, second part of their plan, Gef took on the part of the vicitm, Nick the superior judge. "So?" He said, taking the belt from the loops of Hashwani's trousers. Tapping it on Hashwani's hairy belly, he said in truth, "You planned on trying to seduce my lover, did you?" "Lover?" Hashwani looked aghast. "But I didn't know..." "You knew!" Gef blurted out. "I told you I was into a committed relationship but you didn't give a damn!" "You knew?" Nick replied. He picked up the doubled-in-half belt and let it slap down onto Hashwani's stomach. "Ohhhh!" Hashwani called out. It wasn't more than a drop of the belt, but it came across to Hashwani as something else! Then Gef says, "He wants it." "Huh?" Nick questions his lover. "He `wants' `you to' `hit him' with the belt!" "You're absurd!" Hashwani accused Gef. More out of reaction, Nick does it again, the belt making a thuddy sound as it makes contact with Hashwani's stomach. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Hashwani says again, closing his eyes and rolling his head back. But Hashwani has more than the pain of the belt hitting his stomach to contend with as Gef wraps his hand around the plump cock. Stroking it lightly he tells Nick, "Go ahead. Do it again." "But..." Taking the upper hand for once, Gef commands, "Just do it! Believe me. I know what I'm talking about!" And even under Hashwani's protests, Nick let him have it, but lightly. "Shit!" he exclaimed when he saw Hashwani's cock leak cum. "Here," Gef got up. "Trade places," he takes the belt from Nick. "Are you sure?" Nick says as he lays on the bed, takes Hashwani's cock in his own hand and lightly strokes it. "Watch how a professional does this!" Spitting in between his hands, Gef rubs his saliva between palms. Unlike Nick, he holds the belt in one long strand and Hashwani wearing a forty inch belt, made it a long one! "You can't be serious Gef," Nick said. "Watch me!" Nick was totally surprised out of his gourd when Hashwani begged his lover, "No! Please sir!" "See?" Gef questioned Nick. "See what?" "He wants it `soooo' bad!" And Gef gave it to him. He wasn't new to guys like this. Masochists who allow their cocks keep them craving for the unusual. As Gef could say, he's `been there, done that' and aimed to please. From over his head he brought the belt down. "Oh shit Gef!" Nick's voice rung out. But even louder was Hashwani's cry of pain, "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Right away Nick jumps up and looks down upon Hashwani's bod. "Oh shit! Look what you did!" he says as his finger traces a red welt up Hashwani's hairy stomach, between his pecs and almost over his left shoulder. "Wanna see something even more amazing?" Nick just stood there and watched in awe as Gef yelled out, "You want more, don't you boy? Huh?" He beat it out of Hashwani, wanting an answer. With the second welt down Hashwani's center, Nick says, "Oh shit! That's enough Gef!" "I doubt it. You want more boy, don't you? Don't you?" Gef dictates. "Ye-s sir!" "Did you hear what he just called you?" Nick said. "Yeah and if I give him more of what he wants, he'll want even more. But...." Gef left it, tossing the belt onto Hashwani's bod, "that's not what we came for is it?" Nick knew it, but he was still too engrossed in what the extension of Gef's hand did to Hashwani's flesh. "I think you hurt him bad," he makes note of the two red lines, as if neon against Hashwani's skin even though the forest of hair tries to blot it out. Then as he is pulling his pants on he says to Nick, "Um you getting dressed or walking out like this?" "Out?" Hashwani finally gains some sense of reality. "You `are' going to untie me first, aren't you?" Gef, still with the upper hand says, "Now wouldn't it be terrible if we forgot, huh Nick?" "Um, yeah," for once lost for words. Then, still barechested, Gef walks over to Hashwani, bends over and gives his cock a few strokes. "Bet you want to cum bad, don't you?" "Untie me at once!" "Hey bud," Gef coolly tells him, "I don't think you're in any position to give orders." Then he calls out, "Hey Nick, wouldn't it be a scream if Hashwani's wife came home and found him tied to the bed?" "You wouldn't?" Hashwani questioned Gef, a sick feeling in his stomach. Then regaining his upbeat attitude, Nick replies, "Would teach him a lesson not to fool around with college boys." With inside information, Gef knowing it would be two days before his wife would be back from her trip, Nick and he finished dressing and left. In the car, Gef says, "Worst part of the whole thing, it's going to be torture for him wanting to cum soooo bad!" They both laughed. % 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.....