Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 16:33:26 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 17 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 17 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Yeah. That's it Gef. Get in nice and close," Nick replied as Gef centered the digital camera on his lover's hairy pubes. "Okay, now try to get his face. And with force, Nick gave a little tug on the tie, it's trail leading to Hashwani's balls. "Give us a smile." And another tug, "Show how you like it so much sucking me off!" Gef smiled as he shot away, taking different angles of `Drewbie's' face, his lips pucked around Nick's big tube. Too bad it didn't pick up sound, as a slurping sound could be detected along with Hashwani's performance. "That should do it!" Nick replies, before extracting his cock. "No offense Hashwani, but if you ever expect to get it right you need a lot more experience at cock-sucking!" In his right mind, Hashwani was loving sucking Nick's cock, but being the position he was in, there was no room for niceties. "You boys are in big trouble! Untie me at once!" And, with all the ammunition they needed, packed away in Nick's camera, the two busied themselve with the light work. Spring up from the bed, once out of his two bondage, Hashwani leapt for the easy chair. "Oh no you don't!" Nick says, reaching for the digital camera before the college registrar can get his hands on it. "This is our golden key to your behaving yourself." "This is bribery!" he contested. Tweaking his right nip, Gef jokes, "Is it now?" Hashwani brutally slapped Gef hand away even though he didn't really mind the sensitive attention. "You won't win you know? You kept me tied up in my own house. You...." "Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah," and even Nick got into the namesake, as he dressed, the camera on the floor next to him, "Drewbie. We'll email you a set of pics and then you can decided whether you feel the need to keep harassing my partner or not?" He felt rage, felt his hands clenched, wanting to do something, but reluctant with the unknown hanging over his head. As Nick drove them home, Gef stirs up conversation, "So I guess our relationship is set in stone, huh?" Confused, Nick asks, "Say what?" "Well for since I've known you, you've always tossed around the word, `boyfriends'. A minute ago you mentioned, `partner'?" "Somebody's gotta be around to keep getting `the badboy' out of trouble!" "So you meant it? I mean you would not do it unless you.... loved me?" Pulling off on a side street, Gef was ready to point out Nick making a wrong turn, but when Nick pulled to the curb, braked and cut the ignition, Gef had nothing to say as Nick revved up Gef's engine! % Gold Creek schools boasted a low enrollment, the town being scarcely populated. Years ago the Hawk Ridge area gave into economic pressure and instead of remodeling their buildings, revamping it's education system, agreed to incorporate their students with Gold Creek, creating a regional high school, younger students attending the other two levels of education. The only other alternative, Reston School for Boys, resided in between the two. But a family would need to generate income comprised of big bucks to afford to send their children there. When Erik took over the operation of his father's business, he considered it, but when the boys pleaded the fact they'd miss their friends, he gave in to public schooling. "Yup, and soon our church is going to have a campout." Eating his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, Zack listened up to the ongoing conversation, which piqued his interest. Adam Greeley says, "We go out in the woods and look for stuff." "Like what?" Terry Ridley asks. Diego Abajo is quick on the draw with, "Last year we saw some polliwogs in the pond and Gregg said they would turn into frogs!" Following the conversation, but reluctant to join in, it was slowly capturing Zack's total interest. Drawn in, he asks, "Who's Gregg?" And like Zack is part of their discussion, Terry replies, "Gregg is my older brother. He's a senior in high school but they said he is machure enough to be a counselor." With inside knowledge, his father the pastor, Diego threw a downer into the camping conversation, "Maybe they won't be having a camp!" "Huh?" Adam grunts. Terry asks, "Why not?" "Because," Diego replies, almost word for word as he heard it while eavesdropping on his father, on the telephone, "we don't have enough counselors." Smartboy Zack replies in the fashion he's heard Gef reply, "'No sweat'! We can get my uncles. They can be counselors, can't they?" Ten third graders, all in a huddle at lunch time in the cafeteria, none were ready to give up the ship, so instead of doubting why they couldn't, they acted in the positive. "Yeah. They can," Adam jumped in with. Kieran Mahoney, silent for the most part, states fact, "You don't even haf to go to the church!" And to back Kieran up, Jonas Newmayer displays his feelings, "My brother was a counselor last year and he was no member!" "How come he isn't doing it again?" Zack inquires. Jonas replies in a sad tone, "Jordan is at college." Then whiny, "He went off and left me." "Don't you have brothers and sisters?" Zack carries it further. "Nope. It's me and my dad. What about you Zack?" As the lunch hour whittled away to nothing a bell sounded, which meant time clean up and then wade through the ocean of students, finding the lines of classrooms, Zack and Jonas finding theirs. For the duration, the two third graders had chatted about what their dads do, Jonas telling his father was in construction, working mainly on fixing up old buildings. Zack told of his dad being a `big guy' in a business his grandfather started, but that his grandfather was dead and now his father and uncle owned it. "Screws? My dad used screws to build stuff," Jonas says. "Really?" Zach replied. And then it became the thing in common for the two boys; screws. All the way back to their classroom they softly chatted, straying from the subject of hardware, Zack boasting about their small pool and the even bigger one. "Hey, do you think maybe I can come over sometime and swim?" "It was the next thing I was going to ask you, Jonas," Zack replied. "Your dad can come too?" "Maybe," Jonas says. A plot hatched, the nine year old's matchmaking was in the works! After lunch, school pretty much ran along, seemingly ahead of the boys. Before long they stood outdoors for the yellow bus to pick them up. For Erik, checking on Tony made his schedule back up and soon he had had to phone Satyen, asking him if he could pick up the boys at the bus stop. Exiting the bus, Jase and Zack were like a couple of firecrackers, calling out Satyen's name. Even his name rang out more times than usual when Zack and Jase entered via the front door of the Olufsen residence. "Can you be our guardian?" Zack asks, him and Jase holding up the papers needed to be signed for Mr. Ackles, allowing the two to play musical instruments. Satyen smiled, taking the two papers in hand. Only difference, as he scanned them were Jase's paper had the word `trumpet' written in on the instrument line, Zack's containing the four letter word, harp! % "Did you have a good day today, Terron?" Jay asks as he looks down at his boyfriend. Terron, half asleep on the blanket, as the two lay down on the same blanket they used for their picnic, startles awake, "Huh?" "Riding must've tired you out, huh baby?" He couldn't speak, Jay slipping his hand around the side of Terron's bod, in between his arm and ribcage, their bods pressing together as Jay leans in for a sweet kiss. New at the love game, Terron responds when Jay rolls back over onto his elbow stabbing the blanket, his hand continuing where it left off, rubbing a circle, round and round the fine strands of dark brown hair positioned on Terron's chest. "Jay are we like partners or something?" he inquires, making Jay's hand fall off his chest when he turns towards him. "Well I haven't quite thought of it." But then Jay, recalling he `had' thought of it, "I mean, I haven't said anything yet about it." Terron comes right back at him with, "What're you waiting for?" Loving the direct approach, it opened up a subject for which he had tried out hundreds of times in front of a mirror, in case he ever got lucky to meet Mr. Right, Jay responds in a way he hadn't practiced. Putting his hand on Terron's bare shoulder, he pushes his back gently to the blanket. Unlike minutes ago, he moves his whole bod to his left, positioning it over Terron's chest and stomach. Their bare pubes line up, semi-soft erections intermingling. He kisses Terron, Terron in response. Breaking off their lips, Jay stares into Terron's eyes, saying, "How would you like to do this everyday?" Unromantically, but truthfully Terron says, "We have to go to work tomorrow Jay. Remember we called out sick today?" "How about on the weekends?" "Okay," it came plain and simple. "Um, Jay," he slides his hand in between their torsos, "you're kind of squashing me down here. Can you get up?" Sometimes Terron could come up with some of the weirdest thoughts at the most inopportune times. But it only set Jay off to giggling. "Oh sorry," he said with a smile. Then comically as he got up to his knees, straddling Terron's slightly spread legs, "Will you look at that!" "What?" Terron asks, doing a half-crunch, looking down at his pubes. "I think me laying here made this all ready!" In all seriousness, Terron questions, "Made what ready for what?" And then `getting it' on his own and then with Jay feeling up Terron under the balls, "You're going to get me real hard if you keep doing that Jay." He didn't say it and probably Terron didn't pick up on the evil grin, but Jay explained it away, "Why don't you seal our relationship by claiming my ass, Terron?" "Huh?" Terron asked, not sure what `claimed' meant when put into these terms. Keeping up his slow stroking of Terron balls, moving his hand to his tall tool, Jay started to thoroughly soothe the question in his boyfriend's mind. Slowly losing the tightening in his abs, Terron fell back on the blanket, soft vowels consuming the freshness of the forest-by-the-stream location they had picnicked. Cooing sounds, "Ohhhhh...ohhh..." added to the songs of the birds. Seeing Terron come to full staff, Jay asked again, "Ready to claim my ass, Terron?" Then to explain in detail, "Ready to shove this into me, claiming me to `be your lover for all time'?" Some of the words Jay actually did practice. Then spritely, Terron pokes his head up, "Oh! Is that what you meant by claiming? Fucking your ass?" Jay thought, `how romantic', a returned answer not a part of his imaginings, but cute! "Sure. That's what I was getting at. So, how about it?" Parking his hands behind his head, Terron tells in a chipper manner, "I fucked you last night. But sure. I kind of feel like fucking you now too, if you want?" His spinchter contracting as if sharing the fucking feeling already, Jay hurriedly says, "I want! I want!" "Okay," Terron says, getting up and almost bowling Jay over onto the soft grass. "You lay down." Thinking this would be a time to remember, going down in the archives of their love affair, Jay asks, "Don't you want to make this special? Don't you want me to tenderly suck you? Lick up and down your hot shaft?" Not seeing it Jay's way, Terron says, "Um, I think you stroked me enough. I'm ready to just about come. I mean working my cock in and out of your tight ass should be enough to make me cum." `So much for romantic moments!' Further telling himself all of those times he practiced in front of the mirror were going down the drain. But such was his affection for the twenty-five year old. He dropped his ass to the blanket, lay down. Funny Terron didn't take Jay up on the offer to suck his shaft a little. As Jay lay there, he spotted Terron making his approach, stroking his own meat. Then he supposed Terron was doing it to keep himself hard. "I feel something Jay," Terron says as he drops to his knees between Jay's splayed position. "Oh? How's that go?" "I dunno. Seems different wanting to fuck you now, over last night. I guess it's all this `claiming' talk." "Could be," Jay replied, as he did what Terron did, half-crunched so he could see over his own hard cock and pumped balls. As Terron approached Jay's waiting hole with his starched tool, he said, "You can lay back now and take it easy." It's just what Jay did. Afterall, he couldn't see much other than Terron's hand clenching his barrel. "Ohhhhhhh!" he said way beyond anticipation, feeling the tip of Terron's cock touch his skin. Another thought occured to him. If this was all new to Terron, then perhaps he needed a little coaching? "Tell me you're claiming me Terron!" "Why? I'm doing it aren't I?" Another idea gone to waste as Jay squints his eyes closed, hands balling up the blanket in his palms, his back arching when he feels Terron enter him. "Wow!" Terron exclaims. "What?" Jay asks, opening his eyes, giving Terron his full attention. "You must be really sensitive Jay. You're squealin' and moanin' more than when I fucked you last night!" Jay attributed it to, "That's because you're claiming me, Terron!" "Cool!" Terron says. "I think I'll claim you all the time!" Little did Jay comprehend, Terron was getting an extra jolt out of sliding his shaft in and out of Jay's ass canal. Sinking in, Terron thought about the `lover-for-all-time' bit. It felt different for him than last night, his cock seeming to grow in proportions, wider and longer, reaching deeper into Jay's body and soul. When Terron took one big shove inwards, Jay responds with, "Oh yeah! Get rough on me baby!" It's one thing Terron didn't stop to think about. Sweat streamed out of every pore of his bod, sweat beads forming on his lightly haired chest, dripping down the trail cutting through his abs, accumulation someplace between his and Jay's pubic region, acting as further lubrication to drive his cock in and out. "Ohhhhhh-gawwwwwwwwwd!" Jay called out, his ass feeling so filled. Too, he added his own stimulation, his right hand stroking his hard meat, the other vicious tweaking his own left nip. He didn't have to have enunciated the words, `get rough on me', Terron already in the full throes of raping Jay's ass, savagely beating his balls against Jay's ass. As it went, Jay experienced the greatest fuck of his life, Terron no less. After several bouts of them each releasing their loads, Terron fell full force against Jay's chest. Neither realised until half an hour later, Terron's rough fuck job on Jay had moved his bod several feet, taking the blanket with him, across the grassy area. % "Don't you think it's quitting time Erik?" Cort asked, both arms hanging onto the frame of the doorway to his office. "I suppose," Erik replies, adding, "but I just don't seem to be able to figure out `why' we should be shipping this batch of screws, freight excluded?" Looking down upon the several papers on his desk, he suddenly bounces up, saying, "I mean... why should..." Cort had quietly taken steps over to Erik's desk, to view the account. "Oh sorry!" he told Cort, when his head uprighted, bumping into Cort's arm like getting rebounded by a basketball. "No problem," Cort replied with a quaint smile. "But as I see it," he pointed to a specific area of a spreadsheet, "their overhead seems to be significantly....." he then stopped explaining, switched his trail of vision from traveling down the spreadsheet to Erik. Maybe he shouldn't have said it, especially in these times when harrassment of any nature in the workplace can draw a heavy fine, but Erik hadn't set eyes on anything except Cort, since he bopped him with his head. "Gosh, you're beautiful!" He stood up, smiled and replied, "You know if I wasn't a gay man, I'd have held that remark against you Erik?" "Oh?" Erik says, rolling his chair out from under his desk, sitting in a relaxed position, posting his hands behind his head. "Anything else you'd like to hold against me, Cort?" "Sure," Cort dropped the half-serious pose and lightened up with, "there's plenty I'd like to `hold' against you Erik, but I'd rather keep our relationship on the total `business' side?" Then feeling apologetic, Erik turns a bit red and offers, "I wasn't meaning anything by it Cort. Joking more or less," he said as he drops his arms and refreshes his suit jacket, closing up his dress shirt and tie, tidying himself up into a more dressed, compact package, looking more like the CEO and less like bait for sex. "I know Erik." To send a message, Cort released some personal information after settling any intentions, "Nothing against you Erik, you're a damn good catch for any man, but I've kind of had my sights set on Robert Cotler." Astounded to say the least, Erik swivels back from under his desk again and exclaims, "The kid who runs the elevator?" Comparing ages, his twenty-eight to the `elevator kid', Cort tells, "Twenty-three is no kid, Erik." And then to seemingly make Robert `grow up', did you know he has an interest in fine art? Classical music?" "Really?" Erik thought. Sure, the art, but, "Classical music, you say? I would never had thought it. Figured he was one these hip-hop-bee-bop... whatever you call them." Being Cort was anxious to get home so cut to, "I've invited Robert over to my place for some dinner and to meet Sean." "Sean?" Erik quizzed himself as well as Cort, immediately thinking of why Cort had a boyfriend, yet..... "I guess I didn't mention it. Sean is my eight year old son." Then with a quick summise, "I was once partnered and... well between you and I, he died of a brain disorder." "Oh I'm sorry Cort." "Yeah," is all Cort could think of, not wanting to transport his mind back in time. "Sean hardly knew him. He was only a few months old." Lost for words, Erik says, "Robert's a nice lad. Have a good night." "Thanks," Cort replies, taking leave. Same time, Erik decides to fold up his manila folder. After dwelling on the project sign off for the last half hour, he reopens it and signs it off, waivering, "Heck with the free shipping!" % 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.....