Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 12:44:51 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 15 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 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % First words out of Zack's mouth, at the breakfast table were, "So dad... when are we going to have a pool party?" "We've just met them," Erik replies, referring to Aunt Rose's relatives. But taking things into their own hands, Zack and Jase went along chatting up the pool party, deciding on what kind of chips to have, soda and making sure other things were perfect. Simultaneously, Erik thought about the sweet, wet dream he had last night. "Hey dad?" "Yes Zack?" "Jase and I can't remember. What was their dad's name?" "Yeah. We didn't get it," Jase affirmed the notion. "Wow!" Erik said to himself as well as them, "Neither did I!" "Didn't Aunt Rose say?" Jase replied as if `Aunt Rose' were a long, lost relative. "I didn't catch it, did you?" "That's why we're asking dad, dah!" Zack replied. Erik smiled. Then it was Jase who brought up, "Good thing we know where they live." "Why's that?" Their dad asks. "We didn't get any phone number. Did you?" Erik then realizes he didn't cover all his bases last night. Not tying the kids into all this, how was he going to make any followup if he didn't have the guy's name or number? Then something threw all of this into a downward spiral. How did he even know if this guy were gay?" % "Do you think Hashwani got any sleep last night?" Nick asked with feigned concern. "I dunno. Maybe he stayed awake thinking of what his wife is going to say!" Nick laughs it off saying, "Yeah. Too bad he doesn't know we're going to go back tomorrow and untie him!" "I just thought of something," Gef renders, catching his tee shirt on his own chest before finding the bottom, "what happens if he gets pissed off and `accidentally on purpose' doesn't give me my classes I need to graduate?" "That's why God made digital cameras!" Nick holds his up. "We'll take a few reassuring photos before we untie him and if he does anything remotely close to that, we'll `accidentally' post his pics to You Tube!" "Oh man would that piss him off," Gef replied, smoothing the tee shirt to the contour of his chest and abs. "You never know. Might turn him on!" "If he didn't have a wife to think about! Then again if he had a live in partner who dug that kinky stuff... man would the dominant guy be like a pig in shit!" "You know a lot about this Gef, don't you?" "Some. Only from experiences I've had with guys." "Yeah and you've had a lot!" It kind of struck a wrong nerve, Gef returning with, "Yeah. I guess." Seeing it put a downer in his personality, a stare-like gaze at the floor, Nick walks over and applies himself and his charm, "But that's all in the past right?" "I guess." Then Nick did stuff to Gef which made peace between the two! % "Huh?" Dario said outloud, lifting his head from the side position as his head sunk into the pillow. Returning to whom he held onto, he spied his brother directly in front of him, within breathing room, his nostrils breezy enough to stir the locks of Terron's hair. Before uncoupling his hands he sweetly kissed his brother on the shoulder. Getting out of bed he smiled, seeing his brother sound asleep, but his thoughts on last night, of it all starting out with Terron in the middle, both he and Jay Velez applied themselves to pleasuring his brother. How it ended up this morning, all Dario knew is hugging his brother from the back felt nice and peaceful, loving, not at all in an erotic sense. Part of the joy he felt was knowing Jay was part of the threeway lovefest. "Sorry to leave you guys but I've got to go get a pipe for the sink." Dario smiled as he stood there in the buff. "Mr. Fixit are we this morning?" "Do I look sexy enough for you?" Jay asks, his wife-beater half undone over his chest, baring his hairy pecs. "Makes me jealous," he says as he cozy's up to Jay. "Of?" Then with a hand going to his pubes, Dario suggests, "How about fixing my pipe?" "Sure!" Jay says, adjusting the huge wrench in his hands. Dario withdraws the invitation. Hearing a big yawn, Dario and Jay look to the bed. Sitting up, Terron's head drops back, his arms up to the heavens, flashing his hairy, dark blond pits, stretching out. "Sleep good, Terron?" Jay asks. "Couldn't be better. Hey! I liked last night. Can we do another orgy tonight?" Dario accused Jay, "See what you started?" "I didn't hear you complaining!" Jay told him. "How could I with your shaft drilling into my throat?" Terron then dived into the conversation, "Jay?" "Huh?" "Did you really like the way I fucked you or were you just saying that?" Dario knew from experience, so answered for Jay, "Oh he was for real, bro. Didn't I always tell you after you fucked `me' how lucky you were to be gifted below the belt?" "I guess," Terron replied. "Say, what's for breakfast?" "Think you can manage on your own while your bro and I go pick up some plumbing supplies?" "Leave me here all alone? Aren't you scared I'm gonna take something Jay?" It tickled Jay to hear it. He replied, "Just don't run off with the horses!" Dario didn't think it so far-fetched, engraving it in Terron's mind, "Don't you go thinking about riding any horses while we're gone. Hear me bro?" "I won't," Terron replies. Jay leaves to get the truck out. With haste, Dario slips on some briefs, pants, pulls the denim legs up to fit socks halfway up his legs. He didn't realize he was being watched until he sat back to tie some neat bows on his sneakers. "What?" he asks his bro. "Dare?" "What?" "Do you think Jay is really in love with us?" "Maybe. Why? Does it bother you?" For a few minutes Terron has been playing with his cock, swiping his hand over it, side to side. "No, but I don't know what it is, but not so sure I like this orgy thing." "I thought you liked it? Didn't you just say a few minutes ago to Jay you wanted to have another one?" "Yeah. I said it, but now I'm not so sure I want to do it again." "What changed your mind bro?" "Don't get me wrong, Dare. It was cool getting sucked by you and Jay at the same time, cool fucking you and then pulling out to fuck Jay, but...." "But what now? C'mon. It's me. Your brother here. I know when something isn't right with you, Terron." "I think I want to have a guy of my own. Do you think Jay will mind much if he can't have both of us?" Smiling, Dario reassured him, if he wanted to go `solo', teaming up with a guy of his own choosing, he as well as Jay would be very happy for him. "Got anyone in mind? Some guy from church?" "No. Just wondering in case the time comes." % "Ah, hump day!" Erik thought to himself as he traveled down the road towards his business. Suddenly, his thoughts of the old adage, `hump day' being in the middle of the week with half of the work week down and half to go, melted as he transformed it's meaning into something sexual. At a long fourway light where his car was parked against the red signal, he let his imagination wander, picturing the man of his dreams on all fours, his rump up in the air, himself loading his cock into his mystery man's vulnerable ass. His cock `feeling' the heat, ran cold when a motorist beeped their horn. Flung back into reality, Erik continued on his journey. Entering the parking lot of Erik-Gef Industries, parking wasn't tough to find, a spot designated for him, `CEO' written on the sign to front of the hood as he put it in park. Sitting back for a moment he adjusted the side mirror. Like every morning his timing was perfect to view all the eye candy trekking from vehicle to building. Suddenly his vision was impaired by the front seam of a pair of pants. He opened his door. "Sorry about disturbing you Mr. Oulfsen." It was Chad Dennet. Erik eyed him from top to bottom. He wasn't in usual business attire. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but Evan is sick. I couldn't find anyone to take him to the doctors, and to make matters worse I can't find a sitter. I need to take the day off." "Chad," Erik patted his shoulder, "you know if I were in your shoes I would feel the same. Now don't you worry about things. You go on home and..." But Chad cut him off, "I have Evan in the car." "Oh then you better go!" "Thanks!" Chad replies as he hustles off to his car. "I owe you one!" Still in a horny mood, he knew just what Chad could do to repay him! But as he grabbed his attache and walked towards the main lobby he already dismissed the fantasy running through his mind. Part of turning of his fantasy-moment with Chad's returned favor, had to do with two hot `suits' who didn't realize Erik was behind them, him taking in the way their suit jackets contorted with the movement of their asses. Only when they got to the lobby door did they realize it, one holding the door open for Erik, the other greeting him with a `good morning Mr. Olufsen'. Little did either know Erik was eavesdropping on their conversation, knowing their weekend business, all about the two meeting at the dance club on Saturday evening, one luring the other to his pad, then the ensuing `fun'. Fortunately, Cort Timeson became the vehicle in which to lift the burden of erotic thought from his mind. "Good morning Erik," he greeted Erik with a handshake. "Morning Cort," Erik returned cordially. "We had a slight problem this morning, which could have resulted in upsetting the gym crowd, but I've managed to deal with it." "Oh?" he questions his Human Resources aid. "And?" Taking another gulp of air, Cort renders. "I'm afraid Tony has run into a bout with bad luck." "Oh my!" Erik replies, his facial expression taking on worry. "What happened?" "Seems he picked up this young fellow at the arcade and..." he stopped, wondering how well Erik knew the company gym trainer, "well it seems the guy turned out go be a high school senior, curious y'know about his gay sexuality?" "I think we've all been there?" "Well this happened right after his eighteenth birthday and it seems the young teen went home, confessed to his family he was gay..." Erik jumps the gun, "And let guess, they didn't take it very well?" "Oh you're right on the money there Erik, but the kids father then wanted a private chat with his son, took him down to the basement and instead of words belted the kid around." "The bastard!" was Erik's opinion of the father. "He didn't," he said it like meaning death. "No. He's alright. A bit battered and bruised, but he's fine." Rushing it on, Erik asks, "So where does Tony fit into all this?" "Seems when the father was working the kid over, the teen confessed, or maybe in boastful pride, told his father he had already had his first homosexual experience, boldly told his father he met this college guy at the arcades. Then I suppose the father beat it out of the teen to name names." "You mentioned family. What about the mother? Didn't she try to intervene?" Erik asks. "Oh when I mentioned family I meant only his father. Seems the kid is from a broken home. There's only him and his dad." "A real shame," Erik replied, thinking of him and his two sons, how neglected Jase and Zack must've felt when their mother sent them to their room and the fateful day he came home from work, finding them in the stages of being abused. He felt for the high school boy Cort mentions. "Okay. So what about Tony?" "They didn't live far from the arcades. The father, a big muscled guy himself, construction worker build, took off on a mission to hunt down Tony. To make a long story short, Tony was still at the arcade and as it turns out the teen's father found him behind one of the arcades, his cock stuck up another guy's ass. Totally surprised, Tony didn't have a chance as the father put him in a choke hold..." "And the other guy.. the one getting fucked?" "Ran away. After all the father was only there for revenge on Tony. Though I'm sure if he could handle two, the other one would have suffered as well." Not getting the whole gist of the story, Erik had a picture in his mind Tony wasn't out of the thick of this yet. "Seems the father had been a semi-professional wrestler. He had Tony by the throat long enough for him to pass out. Then, whether he carried or dragged Tony to his truck, put him inside the cab or the back, drove him to his home, took him down the basement and then gave him a real good going over." "Fuck!" Erik responded, then looked around to see if anybody heard him. Fortunately it was time for workers to be at their stations, so the lobby was almost desserted. "So he beat Tony..." "As a lesson to his kid, he told his son. The kid watched as he pummeled Tony's abs, let him fall to the floor, picked him up and worked him over so more, shouting gay slurs, like `I'm gonna beat the gay-shit outta you' and well if it wasn't for his son, the father might have been accused of first degree manslaughter." So, the conversation wound down where Cort told of the son getting up enough guts to pick up a plank of wood and slamming it against the side of his father's bod, the father getting up and going after his kid, "He hit him where it `really' hurt and while his father was on the floor holding his jewels, the teen made escape." "With Tony?" "No unfortunately. Tony was too heavy for him to lift, but it wouldn't have mattered. Two or three minutes after dialing 911 the cops were there." "What a sad situation," Erik called it. "So what hospital is Tony in?" "General. Downtown. He's pretty bad. Has more than a few broken ribs," Cort sadly lay out the injuries as he knew it. Cort wondered what was on Erik's mind when he went over to the main receptionist in the lobby, muttered some words and returned. But got wise when Erik put his hand against his back, turning him towards the exit, "We're taking a trip downtown?" In response, Erik said, "I had the board meeting cancelled and all my appointments on hold for the morning." % "Jay's gonna kill me!" Terron said, looking down at the kitchen floor, the broken plate in a few pieces. Then he thought out loud, "Maybe he won't miss one!" Cheerfully he cleaned it up, put it in the wastepail, covering it over with some scraps of food and by-product waste from packagings. He then figured he had done enough kitchen-cleanup after breakfast, deciding he had done enough damage for the day! "Now what?" Terron talked to himself, something he often did when alone. His own voice provided company for himself. Perusing the livingroom, something he hadn't a chance to do since most of his time there had been spent ultimately either on the sofa with Jay, where it migrated to in front of the fireplace. Then when his brother showed up and he was asleep and when he woke up, the two entwined, he felt the urge to join in. In his mind Terron played over and over the scene like a CD on constant repeat. About the third time through, a picture in his mind of the three on the floor, Jay licking and sucking him, his brother sucking him, both sucking him together, him fucking Jay as his brother sucked and licked Jay... "Wow!" he said out loud, when he came to a part of the threeway sexual tryst, "Dario sucked down Jay's cum!" He giggled to himself, thinking it funny that he was so involved in his nine inches wrestling with Jay's ass, so tied up in his own sexual pleasure, he hadn't taken notice of Jay spending his load down his brother's throat! "I gotta pay more attention!" Again he found this amusing. Then, to shake his mind loose from the `orgy', Terron heard the phone ring. "Should I?" he said after the second ring. He looked down at the phone almost hoping it would stop ringing. Then as he heard Dario say a million times, he said it, "What the fuck!" He picked up the receiver, "Hello, this is Terron!" his voice rang up clear and crisp. "Sean? I don't know any Sean," Terron shrugged his shoulders as if the guy on the other end were face to face in conversation. "Oh. You're Sean. Okay. I guess I must've missed that." Then, like a long lost relative, "So, what's up Sean?" Then he realised he wasn't at home. He was at Jay's home. "Do you want to talk to Jay? I'm a visitor here." So, Sean asks Terron to put Jay on. "Jays not here. He went out shopping with my brother. Well actually my brother went with him because Jay owns the horse ranch and my brother Dare and me are staying here...." Poor Sean couldn't get a word in edgewise and if only Terron could visualize through telepathy, he would have seen Sean smiling, taking in the cute way Terron was carrying on. "And he has all these horses. You know what?" "What?" Sean asks, even though the other telemarketers around him are buzzing with chatting up perspective patrons. Explaining in an excited manner, Terron says, "I learned how to pitch hay with a real pitchfork, only at first I threw the pitchfork away." Light-hearted, Sean jokes, "I hope somebody wasn't standing in front of you!" "Oh no. I made sure of it. My brother wasn't anywhere around, but Jay, he taught me how to do it then. He came up behind me, told me how to hold the pitchfork, put his hands on my hands and then helped me pitch hay. I did good, but..." Terron caught himself from almost making a big blunder, revealing something about himself, about his being gay. Little did Terron know, Sean was already thinking what Terron was keeping from saying. Good thing, in order to cut down on noisy stations at International Marketing, small cubes kept out conflicting chat with phoned consumers. Good for Sean since his free hand was in his lap. Getting a bit horny he asks, "But what Jay?" "I'm not Jay. I'm Terron!" "Oh right. Sorry. What were you going to say about Jay coming up behind you?" Terron was in a quandary. Dare said it was a good thing to lie, only if you were going to hurt somebody's feelings or if you didn't want to go someplace with somebody and didn't want to tell the truth because it would make them feel sad. Then again, Dare also said it was a good thing to explain a situation and with the facts, the other person would understand and be alright with what is said. He chose the latter, telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth, "Well you see Sean, and I hope you're not going to hang up..." "Oh no. I wouldn't do that to you Terron!" "Really?" Terron's emotional status jumped a hundred percent to the good. "Of course not," Sean said. "I'm here to give you expert customer service. It's my job to listen to people," even though they had strayed way off course of Sean's original business in calling the Velez household. "So. As you were saying Terron?" "Oh yeah. I hope you're not going to hang up when I tell you I'm gay?" Terron listened for the phone to click, go dead. It was very much alive, Sean reporting back, "I'm still here!" And more than excited, Sean had leaned his head to the left, positioning it in a locked position, clasped between head and shoulder, freeing up his other hand to unzip his dress slacks, completely hidden under the hollowed out box of his fake-mahogany desk. Already, when he unzippered, unbuckled, unfastened the clasp on the cheap Calvin Klein slacks he got off the clearance rack at the Macy's 60% off sale, his cock already consumed most of the room of his Full Titanium branded briefs. "And if it makes matters any easier Terron, I'm gay too!" "Cool!" Terron exhibited excitement in finding out they had a mutual connection. Little did he know of Sean feeling the same, but in a different sense! Then it dawned on Terron, "Oh, so why did you call?" Sean was a bit confused. He had his cock out of his pants, his Full Titanium briefs anchored under his balls and already gently stroking and then his hand stopped dead. "Why I called?" "Yeah. You called to talk to Jay but he's not here?" He wasn't into phone sex, but right now the twenty-three year old's hormones were in full swing. And, being they both were gay he figured Terron would understand, "Hey Terron?" "What?" Terron asked back, with curiosity. "Are you into phone sex?" "I've never done it." Terron thinks about using a phone for sex could be something kinky he didn't know about. He's heard about dildos, but didn't know anything about using a phone. Then to hide his ignorance, he draws reference to, "but Jay, my brother and me had an orgy last night and I never done that before and liked it!" Oh boy did that start giving Sean's pubic region palpitations! "Orgy? Like what?" This was better than the pitchfork incident, he thought! "Nothing much. Well yeah I guess it was a lot since it was my first orgy. But Jay, he said he had orgies before. I don't know if Dare ever did an orgy because he didn't say." Stroking, Sean wanted more than casual information. "So you had a good time?" he provoked Terron into telling. "Oh yeah. You shoulda been there!" Sean wishes he were! Then like a play by play call of facts, as if a reporter were there taking notes, Terron unravels the mental notes, "First Jay started licking me... hey Sean? Did you ever have somebody suck your nips?" This was way too good to be true! Sean thought, `What did I stumble on?' It was making Sean's day and he was too way horned up to concentrate on anything else except Terron's orgy-story and the stroking of his cock, hoping he would last til the end. "Yeah, I've had it done." "Did you like it?" "Yeah. A lot. So, what else did Jay do?" It's all Terron needed to open up the floodgates. "Oh so he licks my whole chest and then... I thought it would hurt, but I think it got mixed up with the pleasure I was feeling and seeing, Jay squeezed my nips with his lips." Sean caught Terron saying `seeing', delved in, "What were you looking at?" "Oh! While Jay was licking and sucking me all over, Dare was doing the same to him. Only, Jay was face down licking and sucking me so my brother was at his back. I think he was putting his tongue in Jay's ass. Doesn't that sound gross? I would never do it!" "Me neither," Sean replied even though he knew he would go crazy having a guy tongue-fuck his ass! From his statement Sean also was under the impression, "Oh, so you're a top?" "Yup. I wasn't sure until everything kind of fell into place." Then, for the next five minutes, `poor Sean' had to `endure' the short story of how Terron and his brother had gay sex together in their teens, Dare showing Terron what two gay men do together. Then Sean looked at the clock and saw it was ten minutes to break time for the office staff and asks, "So how did your orgy end up?" "Really cool! It was the first time I fucked a guy and it wasn't Dare." "You fucked your own brother?" Sean stroked harder knowing Terron fucked Jay, but at one time must've fucked his own brother, a facet of the sex-story Terron just told. Sean's hand was lubed up as it covered more surface area of his long stalk. "Sure!" Terron said like it was nothing. "He told me that's what top guys do!" Then Sean reiterated, "So you're a top?" One little piece of background information here, Sean already knew some facts about the Velez residence, located in Gold Creek, same town he planned on attending the local community college after he worked to save up enough money. It didn't hurt to know some of the locals before he arrived there! "That's what Jay and Dare tell me now. Can you imagine that Sean? They said I'm real lucky to have two bottoms to service me. But they didn't have to tell me. I knew it already!" "I bet," Sean replies, glancing up at the clock. He realizes he's not going to have enough time to jerk off and wipe up the mess off the floor under his desk. For sure he didn't want anybody picking up his scent! "Hey Terron?" "Yeah?" "You're in Gold Creek, right?" "How did you know?" "I have it here on the records." "Oh. What were you calling about?" At this point Sean would forgo any commission. "I'm probably selling something you don't need." "You know what Sean?" "What?" "You would make a terrible salesman!" "I am a salesman!" "Oh! So what were you going to sell Jay?" "It's not important now." Then to cut off the subject and jump onto another, "Say, I'll be in your area later today," even though Sean would need to travel fifty miles he hadn't intended on doing, "and would you mind if I stopped by?" "Your company makes house calls? I don't know if Jay would like that." "Well," Sean had in his mind not to give up. After all, this guy, Terron, sounded so cute, "how about I show up and if you don't like what I look like then you can slam the door in my face!" "Oh no!" Terron took it literally. "That would be rude. Dare says it's better to tell somebody the truth..." after a short pause..." then if they don't get it, slam the door in their face!" Sean laughed his ass off. This Terron guy was a real jokester! "What happens if he has his foot in the door?" "Oh," Terron makes his response personal, "I wouldn't close the door on your foot. You sound like a nice guy, Sean, and I'm nice to guys who are nice to me." The soft side of Terron was getting to Sean. Even though his intentions were to meet local people, maybe hold up in a room in their house for a few days before college started, before he had to move into the dorm, his true reasoning began a meltdown. Even though he perceived Terron as a hot top, same position he himself relished, Sean had the urge to meet Terron face to face. Then a secondary thought gave him a rush. "Say, this brother or yours? He have something going with this Jay fellow?" Terron remained silent, thinking. When he woke up, Jay and Dare were going at it. Then, they both went off to the store. He rationalized if it were Jay and him, how come Jay didn't ask him to go to the store and tell Dare to stay home? Then again he wasn't sure because Dare said when a guy cares for you and has sex, he likes you. He left it open-ended, "I don't know." But he did share, "Jay sucked and licked me last night and I fucked him. Dare says when a guy fucks a guy he claims his ass. Since I fucked Jay last night I suppose I claimed his ass and so I guess me and Jay are more boyfriends than Jay and Dare." Sean wasn't sure he got it, but overall thought Terron's brother wasn't a strong link in the chain of the threesome. "Say, how old is this brother of yours?" "Same age as me!" Terron says. There was a pause. All this time Sean was wondering if Terron was missing something `upstairs'. This kind of finalized it. But he was nice, and genuine, asking kindly, "Terron, how old are you?" "Same age as Dare!" Sean asks himself, `Is this guy for real?' But he took it more as humor. "Okay, so how old are you and your brother?" "Twenty-five." Two minutes and counting, the office where Sean was employed would be filled with feet dashing to the cafeteria, so he cut it short, "Alright if I stop by around six tonight?" "I don't know. Jay might not like it." But then again, Terron was kind of anxious to make aquaintance with his new phone friend. "Sure! Come on over. If we don't like you we'll slam the door in your face!" % 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.....