Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 17:24:14 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 06 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 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Well I suppose I better let you get started on your chores," Gef said, turning from the front door and grabbing his hoodie from the chair arm. "No reason why you can't stick around if you don't have something better to do, Gef?" "I do have to think about the next cooking project for this week. I suppose I could hibernate in your cooking library!" Erik walked him into the kitchen. To the side he opened the pantry door. Wall to wall almost sat cookbooks on floor to eye level. "Help yourself. I'll be in my office if you need anything." "Cool," Gef replied, going right to work, gathering cookbooks by Martha Stewart, Rachel Ray, Emeril, the standard NYT cookbook and two others. Exiting the kitchen he twirled around, looking for a place to work. Meanwhile, Erik had just opened his email. Catching his eye was an email from `Wyatt Burp'. Before opening it, he heard, "Mind if I work in here?" Gef asks. "Help yourself," Eric replied. Erik's home office was like no other. In addition to a lavish executive desk setup, complete with computer and accessories, the room boasted an HDTV hanging on a wall, music system, an edited kitchen in the corner with sink, microwave and waist-high fridge, for Gef's purposes a midsized executive table on which he dropped his cookbooks and tons of other accessories from Spacify. "Do me a favor and get me an A&W?" "Still addicted to root beer, huh?" Gef replied. "Force of habit," Erik replied taking it from Gef as he sat at his desk. "Well I better get busy on the books." But before he did, he walked over to the magazine rack and studied it for a moment. "You didn't waste anytime, did you?" "About what?" Erik looked up from Michael Wyatt's email. "Out magazine? Genre? XY? Really Erik, aren't these twinks a little too old for you?" Ignoring the subject, but not Gef, Erik says, "Michael Wyatt just got divorced!" Even though Gef studied the same twink he busted Erik about he looked up to opinion, "'Bout time he saw the light!" He continued with studying some young cocks. "Says he's got a boyfriend. The one he's had since we broke up." "Did you ever meet him?" "Once." "When?" "At a conference. Michael represented his company." Erik then giggled revealing, "We both had our eye on the same guy." "Who?" Gef asked, again moving his focus to Erik and back. Erik then told the condensed version of the story, "Michael, the little bastard, followed Grant right out of the board meeting. I knew I should never have given him a key to the executive washroom!" "Why Erik? Then how else would he have waited for you all those times while you two were cheating on your wives?" Erik got the point. "So, what happened? You caught Michael porking Grant?" "Y'know," Erik shakes his finger at Gef, "you better watch yourself or you might wind up with my job!" "Oh no you don't Erik. I told you. I don't mind getting a stipend from the stocks, but you're running dad's company!" "Not his anymore, remember?" Erik said. "Wish I didn't remember it actually." Gef dropped the magazine back into the rack and sat on the edge of the table. "I know," Erik replied. "Poor taste," he said of his comment. Maybe Erik and his father didn't see eye to eye all the time but it was no way for him to speak of the dead. "You okay Gef?" he asked, seeing Gef sitting there, arms folded in front of him, a hand wiping his nose. "Hey," Erik said getting up from his chair. Then, hanging on Gef's arm he says, "I didn't mean to cause you grief bro?" "I'll be alright. Even though its been five years since....." "I know. I miss both mom and dad. Everybody around us does." Gef brings up, "Mostly Zack and Jase, the way they spoiled them!" "Yeah," Erik replied, sitting on the table next to his brother. "Well, I better get busy on my project," Gef said, leaping off the table. "Yeah," Erik replied, standing. First book Gef started on was desserts. He thumbed through, mostly looking at the pictures. He suddenly said, "Nice," when Erik put on some music. "New Age good for you?" "Great," Gef replied. Just as Erik sat down, Gef holds up a book and turns it towards Erik, "Hey, ring any bells?" "And how!" Erik replied, leaning back in his swivel chair. Placing his hands behind his head he grinned. His tee shirt hiked up above his waist, his treasure trail visible as he laughed. "I couldn't believe you made me do that!" "Satisfied your sweet tooth, didn't it?" "Not to mention picking pubic hair out of my teeth for two weeks!" "Hey, there's not many guys who experience chocolate sauce for lube!" Erik joked. Gef made sport of the kinky idea, "Makes me horny thinking about it!" "Then why don't you go get some and we'll do it all over again!" Erik said, the two laughing their asses off. "Really?" Gef called Erik's bluff. "Nah. I was only kidding," Erik replied. But then as they sat there, staring, Erik amends his statement, "Unless you want to!" He was still in a joking mood, but Gef came back with, "Suddenly I feel a craving for chocolate sauce!" "We were teenagers, Gef!" "So what Erik? You don't think guys let age stop them from doing kinky stuff?" "I hate to ask what you've been up to all these years?" Gef smiled, but wasn't telling of the odd things he's put up with just to have the opportunity of wrapping his lips around a tasty cock or take it up the ass. "So what have you been up to all these years?" Erik confronted him with out of curiosity. Closing the book, Gef replies, "Um, I think I need one of the other dessert books. Be right back." Erik shook his head. Again he got outfoxed when it came to finding any clues to Gef's gay sex life. He revisited Michael Wyatt's email. Entering, Gef asks, "You want me to do you there or?" "You put that back right this instant!" Erik yelled at him. Gef held the chocolate contained up by it's jughandle. "You know you're a real killjoy, Erik?" "Gef we're not kids anymore." "What has that got to do with it, Erik? In fact you should like this even more now." "How so?" Erik `had' to ask. "Um, because of your little `weenie' then and....." "I get the point. The kitchen?" Dropping the chocolate container, his arm slacked to his side as Gef slowly walked the short distance back to the kitchen. Once there he slapped open the cabinet door, chucked the chocolate jug back in and slammed the cabinet door closed. "Noisy aren't we?" Erik asked, his bod filling up the doorway. "What're you doing here?" "My house, remember?" Gef stood there with a smirk on his face. That is until Erik's hand slid down and started feeling himself up with his hand. "Got kind of lonely sitting there in that big, big room alone!" "Does this mean the chocolate's on?" Gef was quick on the draw. "Meet you upstairs," Erik replied. But Gef was right on his tail, jug of chocolate sauce hanging from his left hand. Erik couldn't see, but Gef's balls were already pulsating, his cock stretching the fabric of his A&F briefs. "Nervous?" Erik asked Gef as the two stripped in front of each other. "No," Gef replied even though he was. Being about ten years since the two rumbled in the sheets, they stood there in the buff, looking at each other. Gef had his hands on his hips, Erik playing with his cock. "Getting it ready for me?" Gef said, more of a suggestion. "If we get that far!" With a yearning to make it that far and beyond, Gef took the liberty of peeling down the bed. Erik joined in on the other side. Simultaneously each placed a knee in the bed. As when Erik was 19, Gef 17, they knelt there about three feet apart. Seeming like they were teens, the two locked eyes, smiling. They began to sweat, nervous as today as it had been their first time in bed when the two were 18 and 16 years old. However, more courageous at 29 and 27, they inched their ways forward, crawling on their knees. "Ready?" Erik said out of nervousness. "Ready," Gef replied, placing his hands in between Erik's arms. Shivers overtook Erik, his nipples as hard as the goosebumps on his arms. "Must be a draft in here," he made excuse to Gef, his brother's eyes dropping from eye view to his chest. "I guess I'd better warm you up then!" Without further ado Gef leans over and cups his lips over his brother's left nip. "Oooooooooh," Erik sighs long and loud. Inside Gef felt excitement all over. Unlike any of his tricks, it felt exhilarating to touch his brother with hands and mouth, a feeling he never felt with anyone else. Unlike Michael Wyatt, Erik let Gef proceed at his own will, allowing his younger brother service him as slow or fast as he wanted. The only initiative Erik took was to kick his feet out, fall on his ass, then lay down to get comfortable. Following his brother's lead, Gef stepped over Erik's stretched out legs with his knees, moving Erik's legs farther apart slightly to get a better vantage point at working the front of his bod. After Gef had licked up the hairless bod, Erik waited for him, taking his brother's head in his hands, leaning his head forwards so that their lips could meet. "What's the matter? I got bad breath?" Gef asked when Erik kissed him on the lips once and hesitated. "No. Just studying your face." "Like you haven't seen it a million times, Erik?" "Not this close for... has it been ten years?" "Something of that sort." Coming closer together, cock to cock and chest to chest, their heads matched up perfectly. Their lips vied for lead in kissing the other. After a short interval, Erik began to relax as Gef began to service him. He looked up to Erik who had dug his head into the pillow. As he licked midchest, Erik raised his arms above his head, sighing deeply. Seeing the blond pits, Gef detoured to the right arm. "Mmmm," Erik sighed. "You've improved with age!" Doing all the tasting, Gef felt more alive with excitement rushing through his veins. As he licked at Erik's armpit, his left hand clung to Erik's chest, his thumb pressing in on the left pec, giving a nip massage. When he heard Erik say, "I'm not going to last long at this rate," Gef skipped over the pit, chest and abs to target the trail to his brother's pubes. "Oh now that's different!" Erik said when Gef buried his tongue into the depths of his brother's navel. He watched for a few seconds, seeing Gef work his bellyhole aggressively. "Oooooh.... oooooh..." Erik replied with pleasure, not understanding as Gef chewed along the rim of his navel, how he could have such a good feeling at the sharp pain of each bite. Feeling Erik's wet slime paint lines on his hairy chest, Gef thought of this as a prelude to something more tasty. Painting his own saliva down Erik's darker-than-blonde treasure trail, he lapped up the wiry pubic hair. This time Erik's stiff shaft was poking him in the neck. By now he had to have his brother's cock `now'. Doing a half crunch, Erik sat up on his elbows as Gef teased the head of his brother's 9.5c. "Forgetting something?" He asked, thinking `chocolate'. "Yeah," Gef replied, too interested in what he's missed out on for the past ten years. Erik smiled, his head crashing into the pillow. For whatever reason he was feeling the best blowjob he's had in a number of years. % While Tony got on line for some cotton candy, Nick stood around with the boys. "Hey Nick?" "What?" he asked, bending over to block out the noisy crowd to hear what Zack was asking. "How come you're with Tony if you like our dad?" The same question was on Jase's mind, seeing it without the ten year old asking. "'Like', that's the key. I'm very fond of your dad. We're friends," Nick replied, hoping they'd buy it. Jase asks, "But you were in bed with our dad!" Nine year old Zack tells, "You were holding his weenie. Doesn't it make you something more than a friend?" Nick figured Zack had an arguable point there, but good thing Tony showed up with the cotton candy! Their eyes were as wide as saucers looking upon the big clumps of blue cotton. When they took wee bites it looked as if it would smother them. "Heeeey," Tony said, looking away at the counter they stood in front of. "Who wants to play baseball?" Nick laughed as he wound up holding the two wads of cotton candy. He hadn't tasted it in years and decided to catch up on time. "Me first," Zack said, Jase repeating the same. "No reason why you two can't play at once," Tony figured. Putting his an arm around each he hefted them up so they kneeled on the counter. "Hey, that's not allowed," the kid behind the counter said. "That so?" Tony said, putting on his meanest look, his voice talking down to the guy who couldn't have been younger than eighteen or nineteen. His intent to intimidate made the guy back down. When the guy corraled three balls into each small dishes in front of Zack and Jase, he smiled at Tony. Softly he said, "I get off on break in ten minutes." Tony stole a quick glance to his right, seeing Nick paying attention to one of the half-eaten candy cottons. Turning back to the guy Tony replies, "See you out back in ten." The minutes passed, Zack and Jase scoring big time, hitting the little stuffed animals and missing some. However the dark-haired kid, hair gelled up in a modern style, made sure the weapons became plentiful, beyond the normal quota for a customer, saying over and over, "Try again. You guys can do it!" Time seemed to fly by and soon another dude came for the concessionaires break. "Hey Nick?" "Yeah?" Nick replied, the cotton candy reduced to one and a half. "Gotta take a leak. Mind watching our ace baseball players?" When Tony passed Nick he took the `used' cotton candy. "Might take a little time. Must've been the breakfast. I feel alittle... you know." "I hope you feel okay Tony," Nick said with concern, but then paid attention to the two boys knocking over little wooden bottles, missing some, but getting more balls to hurl. Walking to the end of the wooden booths, Tony made a left down the `alley way'. "Hey," the guy called out, surprising him. "This way." "Got a name?" Tony asked as he watched the guy's cute ass swivel around in his jeans. "Alex Hsu and you?" "Tony," Tony replied as they entered another wooden structure. Rather than entering the back door of a concession, they came upon a crude set up, a mattress on the floor near one of the walls, a chair an old dresser which didn't match anything else in the room and a duffle bag on the floor. "This okay?" Alex asked. With already thoughts on his mind, Tony asks, "You live here?" "I know it's not much but for now I call it `home'." Instead of verbally making up his mind whether the place was acceptable, Tony approached Alex, placing his hands in between arms and torso, his hands wasting no time to touch skin, raise Matthew's shirt up over his head. As they kissed, Alex's hands busied themselves removing Tony's shirt. "Nice," he said, backing off the kiss and admiring the built chest and taut abs. "Hot!" he comments before going to work licking down Tony's cropped chest hair. In no time he was pleasuring Tony's bod, licking over his nip, mouth over it and pressing tongue down into it, letting up, switching to licking the smooth chest, then hastily skipping over the abs, to toying with Tony's navel. As he did, Matthew worked fast at unbuckling Tony's belt, opening the flaps of his jeans and then pinning his brief under his big balls. "Ooooooooooooooh fuckin' shit!" Tony gasped out loud as Alex went right down on his meaty shaft. Tony could tell this wasn't Alex's first time, taking his cock right down his throat and humming a tune. He knew he wasn't going to last so took the sides of Alex's head, swining his hips to and fro, pumping his cock in and out as if porking a guy's ass. "Oh! Oh! Oooooooh!" he shouted out loud as he felt his magma shoot up through his shaft, erupting into Alex's mouth. With Tony's cock up to the chute down his throat, Alex never tasted cum til Tony ran out of momentum, slowly pulling out. "Fuckin' hot blowjob," Tony complimented Alex. He then presented to Tony, "Want to jerk me off?" "What would turn me on more is watching `you' jerk `yourself' off!" "Cool!" the Asian-American said. Taking orders, Alex stood up, placing feet on either side of Tony's bod, about even with his navel. "Work it nice and slow to start," Tony said, one of his hands going back to his own cock. "Slower," he ordered. What got Tony's attention is the size of Alex, definitely longer by about an inch or two, but wider, giving a beer can competition. He wondered how much cream Alex's baseball-sized balls were churning up. It's not the first time Tony had a guy stand above him, stroke himself into oblivion, feel ropes of cum rain down on his stomach and chest, with intentions of having the bottom clean him off afterwards. But then when he saw Matthew work his `pipe', he changed the routine. "Hold on a sec," he told Alex. "Sit down." Just so happens Tony had already been inspired to work his soft cock into another raging hard-on. Alex saw where this was going. Referring to Tony already sending a load down his throat, Alex exclaimed, "Awesome!" Reading Tony like a book, he made Tony lie back and relax as he fed Tony's shaft into his own ass chute as he sat down on his pubes. "Oh fuckin' yeah!" Tony called out, leaning back and arching his back as his cock seeped into Alex's hot ass canal. A workout stud too, Alex placed his palms on either side of him and Tony, pressing down for resistance as he lifted up, letting go to engulf Tony's cock. Both got into a rhythm, Tony returning the cock massage playing with Alex's `beer can'. % Gef took his time working over his brother, Erik's pubes as wet as showered, his balls slowly tongue-bathed, unevenly placed in Gef's mouth for a hotter massage. As for Gef he tried smiling because that's how he felt, like laughing actually by what he was doing, turning Erik on so much! He pops off to ask, "Better now than when we were kids?" he asks of their teen years. "I don't think you can get any better than then!" Erik replied. "I'll take that as a `yes'." But to Erik it didn't matter. Things were about to be kicked up a notch as Gef's hand reached over the side of the bed and latched onto the handle of the chocolate jug. "Oooooooooh it's cold!" Erik complained, sitting up on his elbows. "No fair peeking," Gef said as he continued to drizzle the chocolate down Erik's shaft. Still holding Erik's hard cock in his right hand, Gef wound the jug around in a spiral, allowing the chocolate sauce to coat the sides. Then he licked the tip which started Erik into frenzy of sighs and moans. Letting Erik's brown tube fall over, he held both balls in his hand, pressing the sides of the container so he could make them chocolate-covered. Suddenly the jug made a sound like farting. "Gone already?" Gef asked, trying to look in the little hole in the cap to see. "Enough anyway, isn't it?" Erik said, wanting to feel the feeling of his brother licking it off. With more refined skill, Gef began slurping as he tasted the chocolate, like before taking each chocolate ball in his mouth, then licking the `sundae shaft' off, going down on it, pursing his lips and sucking as he pulled off, down again and up once more. After a few of these ministrations he felt the chocolate being mixed with small amounts of vanilla creme. % "Nick, I gotta go!" Zack asks. Rotating his ass, Zack soon sat there dangling his legs over the ledge. But Jase wanted to stay and play. So, Nick left Jase there, telling him to stay put and not leave here til he came back. Seeing that Tony had ducked to the left, Nick hung a left after the third or so arcade. Around back they spotted a `men' on one door, a `women' on the other. Zack knew which one to pick. Like a nanny, he yelled after Zack, "And make sure you wash your hands!" While killing time, Nick walked around the crude backyard, not as lustrous as the street of arcades. Instead of shimmering gold, silver and colorful signs, the wooden backs of the glittery structures boasted fading grays and blues. Walking around he stopped to listen a second, saying, "Nah." Finishing out, Nick came upon the men's room once more. He opened it a little and yelled in, "Done yet Zack?" "Almost Nick!" When Zack didn't come out, he took another walk about. This time he knew he wasn't hearing things. The door matched the side of the wooden building, except for a doorknob. His curiosity got the best of him after hearing two different voices, even though they weren't words per se. Putting one hand on the door, he jimmied it open a fraction of an inch after softly turning the knob. He got an eyeful alright, one that stunned him. As softly as opening it, he closed the door. For a moment he stood their, out of breath, back against the wall, eyes closed, not knowing how to react except for anger at seeing the arcade vendor sitting on Tony's cock. "Done Nick!" Zack said Nick opened his eyes. "You sick too Nick?" Back still glued to the wall, Nick tried to affix the best smile to his face repying, "Nah. I'm okay. C'mon. Let's go see what Jase is doing." But as he left the backyard square, he looked over his shoulder. Then he thought of hustling faster, not wanting himself to be the one discovered. % Cool cub-dude on You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y8oEOEDg1I % Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.