Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 11:10:13 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 17

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Giv2GeT 17

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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On the bus trip back from Larregina's Lumberyard, because Clay, new foreman
at Bryce's ranch had hitched a ride with Andres at the wheel of a company
truck, the guys were able to discuss some questions on their minds...

Handling the first two, Bryce summed up things, boiled down to a recurring
theme, "Listen, many of you have gotten used to each other. If I were to
appoint one of you as ranch foreman," which in his first thoughts, he
thought AJ would be a good contender, "none of you would listen to the
other."

Thinking on Bryce's choice of words, AJ looks to Ron, thinking him a hot,
muscled guy, but as it already proved out, they already had one
confrontation. His thoughts also covered the idea, it was just too much
trouble being a `boss', rather it more convenient to be a follower!

Perhaps others had their own thoughts, like or different, but Bryce was
satisfied, not hearing any complaints thereafter, leaving them with, "Give
Clay a chance, but let me leave you with some words of caution, don't try
to bullshit him. I, myself, don't know him well, but I think he's the kind
who can run things with... an iron fist."

Bryce's words came to an end with pulling a handle, which opened the front
door of the yellow bus. Still thinking on it, Bryce had to motivate them
getting off their asses, out of seats and off the bus, sweetly saying, "Um,
Clay is waiting for your assistance?"

He thought it would be AJ leading them on, surprised when Kyle gets up,
"C'mon guys. Let's get this job done!"

Watching Kyle get up out of his seat, walk to the front of the bus and drop
down the stairs, Ron theoretically asks, "Like, what's gotten into him?"

AJ jokes, "The wrath of Clay?" he gets up and follows. Thoughts on what
Bryce had mentioned, about the new foreman, AJ had thoughts, pertaining to
past relations with his father. At the time, maybe he was taken in or too
young to know, but now he did have the guts and knowledge to stand up to a
big bully of a guy. He learned, if a guy ever would lay a hand on him
again, if a sock to the jaw didn't do him in... go for the balls!

Sliding out after him, Ron enters the trough, Steve behind him, muttering
in a sarcastic manner, "He better just not tick me off!"

Behind him was Corky. Hwang hung back a little to make sure Patrick got
down the stairs okay.

With the impression they would be `under the whip', Clay handling the
implement to provide the working drive, they were surprised to find Clay
loading wood on his shoulders and walking off through the forest. He didn't
say a word, which pleased the guys, because they had already had a grudge
on the way Clay carried himself.

AJ asks Bryce, "Like what are we supposed to do?"

Bryce didn't have to answer, Ron slipping some wood out of the back of
Andres' truck, "Figure it out for yourself. And while you're at it, take
that chip off your shoulder before some guy knocks it off!"

As Corky followed, reaching in the back of the truck, AJ butts in, "Excuse
me there, Cork," and soon he was right behind Ron.

Hwang followed along, him and Steve carrying a rectangle of 3/4" plywood.

Patrick left at the back of the truck, he asks Bryce, "What do I do?"

Having a brilliant idea set in, Bryce affixed a sack to Patrick's shoulder,
placing parcels of nails in the bag.

"Yeah, I can handle that," Patrick was happy to help out.

However, entering the woods, he trips over a rock.

Chucking the two pieces of lumber off his shoulder, Bryce rushes to his
aid, "Are you okay?"

Patrick replies, "I am, but I think the sack has some casualties?"

Sure enough, 2 paper parcels of nails fell out and had busted open, Bryce
saying of it, "What's done is done."

Before he got up from the ground, Patrick rolls over onto his stomach,
slightly raises his chest with his elbows planted in the ground and starts
to scoop nails back into the parcels. The more he tried putting them back,
the more nails fell out.

Bryce says, "Never mind Patrick."

Reaching down, Patrick finds out just how strong Bryce is, grabbed around
the waistline and lifted to his feet, "Um, thanks," he says to the hold put
on him, much as a lover would grab his mate from behind.

Bending down to pick up the crutches, he says, "Why don't you head on over
to the house and see if you can help Javier in the kitchen?"

"Javier?"

Of the new hand he brought on, friend of a friend of a friend who needed a
job, Bryce says, "Yes, another little surprise I haven't mentioned to
anyone."

Originally Bryce was going to carry the sack himself, but saw it as an
opportunity to give Patrick something meaningful to do.

Entering the farmhouse, Patrick meekly says, "Hello-o-o-oh!"

Not getting any response, but hearing some clatter coming from the kitchen,
he figures that's where `Javier' is. Unsure of how to introduce himself, he
goes with, "Hi. I'm Patrick. Bryce sent me to help you?"

"Hey. I'm Javier. This is great. I can use an extra pair of hands. Are they
clean?" he looks towards Patrick.

First thing which made Patrick stutter, Javier dressed in jeans, white
belt, sagging pants which revealed the wide waistband of his briefs, of
which the brand name, `Nouguet', stood above, but then gave way to Javier
being shirtless.

Patrick felt inclined to say, "Sorry," for eyeing Javier from the treasure
trail, up!

"Not a problem," Javier smiles. "I don't mind it if a guy checks me out!"

Unknown to anyone he hasn't told or `been with', would never guess
Patrick's little fetish, feeling a dude's nip with his tongue, the ecstasy
it drove him on with, tongue feeling it get hard and then making love to a
guy's pec, which is why eyes had zeroed in on Javier's tiny pec-stubs,
"Great," but sent for a purpose, "what do you want me to do?"

Already Bryce had clued Javier in, most likely he would be working with one
of the `handicapped' ranch hands, but taking Patrick's question out of
context for a few short seconds, he had it in mind to strip him done, throw
him on the kitchen table and... "Do you know how chop up lettuce?"

"Sure, but I'm kind of dirty. I better go wash up first."

Hiking the stairs, Patrick had a broad smile on his face. First, he thought
of how obvious, checking Javier out, but then with Javier's acceptance, of
another dude reciprocating! He knew how his handicap could play out in
certain circumstances, to his own good, "Oops!"

Purposely letting go of both crutches, they go surfing down the stairs,
making a ruckus of a clatter!

As predicted, there is Javier, standing at the bottom, having fallen for
his trick, "Are you okay?" one foot is already on the second step.

Playing it for all it was worth, Patrick sits on one of the steps, meekly
saying, "I think."

In Javier's opinion, it wasn't too authentic, Patrick's facial demeanor
changing from distraught to a wry smile, then back to like he was in
terrible distress. Regardless, something was driving him to help the
18-year old lad out. Yet, he didn't right say so, Javier climbing the
stairs, "You remind me of my little brother."

"Little brother?" it was apparent Patrick was thinking Javier his own
age. "How old are you?"

Reaching Patrick, "Twenty-six. You?"

"Eighteen. A mere teenager," right off, Patrick thinking the dude thought
of him as a mere `minor'! Regardless, helping him to get up, which even
though clothed, feeling some of Javier's bare skin, at least he was getting
some benefit out of the `gay' interaction, "Thanks for the help!" said like
he was smitten, not that Patrick was not!

Closeness might have been sweeter, if Patrick smelt that way, Javier
saying, "You reek, y'know?"

Playing it for all it's worth, Patrick replies, "Isn't this the reason
you're helping me up the stairs," with intentions of feigning his way past
the top of the staircase!

"Let's go," Javier lifts Patrick's pit on top of his shoulder.

Top of the stairs, it was Patrick putting it to Javier, "Now, if you can
just get me to the shower?"

As it went, they made it to the bath room, Patrick hinting, "There has
always been someone around to help me get undressed?"

Standing there, hands on hips, Javier gets wise, "Do you need help getting
your pants off over your cast?"

Really, Patrick's pants were 2 sizes bigger than needed to fit over the
bulky cast. If he had unbuckled his belt, most likely they would fall down
on their own. However, that would not do, would not fit his scheme,
"Um... yeah... if you're not too busy?"

Knowing something like this might occur, torn away from his kitchen duties,
not which Javier didn't mind turning the gas off to help the poor boy, not
to mention his heart and something else was throbbing over the blond
bombshell, "Oh course I'm busy, but what am I to do? Leave you here by
yourself and who knows... you could slip on a bar of soap?"

Not just yet was Patrick giving in, not being able to take a full-fledged
shower yet, "Cool! Thanks for staying around!"

"Right," Javier replies, watching Patrick start to unbutton his shirt.

Sitting on the loo, is was easy to start at the top and unbutton to the
bottom, until it got to his bellybutton. Even leaning back, pushing his
crotch out, like he was fucking a guy, it didn't give him enough leverage
for the last button, "Help?"

Leaning down to unfasten the `bellybutton' button, Patrick could `smell'
Javier, "You smell like garlic. Maybe you should take a shower too!"

Standing, Patrick's shirt parting, Javier scoped him out, same time saying,
"I have to finish cooking for all you guys before I enjoy a nice, hot
shower."

Afraid it was a ditch line, Patrick says, "While you were down there, you
should have unbuckled my pants?"

Thinking he was falling for a prank, which Javier did not mind at all
falling for, he asks, "Do you really need my help?"

"Nah, not really," Patrick replies, going for his belt.

Having viewed the muscled bod, Javier wondered how big the `other' muscle
was, biting a lip.

"I know I can do it," Patrick was able to unbuckle his belt, but steering
the zipper straight wasn't working, "I guess I need some help?"

It was awkward, Javier having to straighten out the zipper to an unbent
line, in order for the zipper not to get unsnagged, asking, "I hope you're
wearing briefs?"

"Uh, yeah. I am," Patrick replies, but knowing it was asked because getting
his cock snagged in the zipper, "but just the same, in case it's big, the
tip might sneak out the opening. Know what I mean?"

"Sure," Javier replies, "happens to me all the time when I see a hot
guy. It's like an uncontrollable thing!"

"You think I think you're hot?" Patrick questions.

"Of course, or why else would you have me go to all this trouble?"

Sarcastically, Patrick replies, "Oh. I thought maybe you were doing it out
of the kindness of your heart?"

They both got behind the whys and what-fors, when Patrick sighs, feeling
the back of Javier's hand on the barrel of his shaft.

Nevertheless, Javier answers-on-the-sly, "You're not picking up on it, that
I'm really caring about doing for you without having to say it?"

Lightening up, Patrick condemns himself, "Owch! Sorry."

"And I suppose you think I am down here, inches away from your crotch, for
a reason?"

Shrugging a shoulder, Patrick says, "It did occur to me?"

"Not on the first date," Javier mocks.

"First date? Tell you the truth, I'm used to something a little more classy
than sitting on a toilet bowl, with a guy ready to make love to my cock!"
Patrick laughs!

"Yeah, well," Javier confesses, "I can't say I've never been on my knees
for a guy, but the surroundings have been quite different."

To end all this, Patrick asks, "Don't you have some more cooking to do
before the animals come in from the woods?"

It wasn't that Patrick's blond pubes and stiff cock weren't an attraction,
but Javier started to `feel sorry' the 18-year old, who had gotten all hard
on him and to allow that juicy morsel go to waste...

"Oh shit! Owch!" Patrick expresses delight and remorse.

"What's the matter?" Javier's lips release their grip around Patrick's
stalk.

"Felt good, until I reacted and moved my leg?"

"Then maybe I should stop," Javier starts to get up off his knees.

"No-no-no," Patrick puts both hands on Javier's shoulders, "I can endure a
little pain!"

Smiling, Javier says, "When pleasure overrides the pain?"

"I'll hack it!"

Hack it, indeed, Patrick released his grip on Javier's shoulders, the
Latino once again went down. This time it was not a surprise, but rather
Patrick more or less knowing what was about to be bestowed upon him.

Regarding Javier, he loved it... loved the feel of going down on Patrick's
shaft, feeling the tip tickle his tonsils.

Strangely, just as Patrick's sweet cream was filling Javier's mouth, they
heard the door downstairs bust open, the `animals' calling out with
voracious hunger.

Unfortunately, what Javier set out to do, assist Patrick in bathing, was a
defeat in purpose, Patrick having to sponge himself off, starting with his
gooey pubes.

Having a few words, Javier says, "You're turn later," he leaves, ducking
his head back in, "to get me off?"

Not waiting around for answers, Patrick dreamed on, more than making
himself presentable. Suddenly his dreaming had to be put on hold, the
stomping of feet up the stairs. Without quick mobility, he could not jump
about cleaning himself up and yanking his pants back up.

Of course, AJ is the first in the door to badger, "While the mice are away,
the cats must play!"

Ron contradicts, "I thought it was the cats who were away?"

"It is the cats," Corky agrees.

AJ replies in a friendly manner, "Fuck you all. Like, does it matter?"

Patrick wound up staying where he was, because the room filled up quickly,
guys stripping off their shirts, fighting to gain entry to the sink.

"I was just on my way out," Patrick gave up on cleaning himself up.

"Stay put," Ron says, which was good advice, because there was only
squeezing room, the rubbing of bods, in order to pass from Patrick's throne
to the doorway.

He couldn't even get up, forced to wallow in the remnants of Javier's sweet
blowjob.

"Want to leave some water for me?" Steve finally made it up the stairs,
stripping his shirt as he went.

"Don't even try pushing that monster gut into the room, Steve!" Ron says
with heartless intent.

To get even, Steve did just that, taking a jog, right through the frame of
the door, his belly butting right up against Corky's back. In turn, Corky's
front slammed into Ron's back, sending Ron to AJ's left.

"Oh shit, Ron," AJ complains, "you just smashed my baby-makers!"

For Ron it was much more dire, having to catch himself on the rim of the
tub in a pushup position, arcing over Patrick. However, it was not the end
of Ron's experience, yelling, "Fuck your baby-makers," his feet slip out
from under him. "Oh dammit!" he says, getting up. The sixpack he just
finished cleaning, was now all gummied-up with Patrick's cum!

Steve further mocks, "Go ahead Ron, get your vitamins for the day!"

Then, to make matters worse, "Out!"

It was their new foreman, Clay Derringer, whom they all could already tell
it was going to be a long, long, long, long hot summer, working for the
demanding boss.

Very compliant, Corky is the first to make his way past Steve's rounded
stomach, saying, "C'mon guys, let's give Clay his turn." Corky looks up at
the 6'4 foreman, excusing himself to get by.

But Clay's attention wasn't on Corky, but rather the one whom reminded him
of the chubby Mexican dude he met on the rodeo circuit. Assistant to one of
the big time rodeo stars, Steer-crazy-Juan, Clay had on the first occasion
happen to catch Jose alone in Juan's trailer. Fucking the Mexican long and
hard, he found that in order for the gap around his cock to tighten up, all
it took was reaching both arms around Juan's wide chest, grab hold of those
two meaty pecs and tweak the hell out of his nips!

"C'mon. Out," Clay says to everyone.

AJ and Ron both helped Patrick out, worrying about cleaning up his soaked
pubes when he was outside the door. It didn't happen. Patrick would have to
live with his wet briefs until later!

As for Steve, he was ready to leave with the others, when Clay says,
"Steve, aren't you going to get the stench off?"

"After you?" Steve replies, a hand on one of his hips.

Like day and night, it was Steve who was about to witness Clay being a
`nice guy', though Steve did wonder why?

"I think the two of us can fit in here."

There was another thing, which Steve had picked up on in today, Clay giving
him a little more rest time than the others, which made his curiosity win
out, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I'm nice to everyone," Clay unbuttons his shirt, slides it over his
shoulders.

Suddenly, what happened in the field today didn't stand up to what Steve
peered at just now, "Oh man, you look awesome!"

"Get over here," Clay had mellowed out, from ordering to inviting, "there's
plenty of room at the sink for both of us."

Then it wasn't a secret anymore, Steve having his suspicions, "You're being
nice to me because you like me. You like cubs, don't you?"

It was the first time any of them, which happened to be solely Steve,
looking upon Clay's dreamy smile, "Let's just say I have an interest in a
guy with meaty pecs."

With a bombastic attitude, Steve `gets' while the getting is good, "Go for
it!"

Things aren't for the getting without a price, Steve reaching for Clay's
belt buckle, as the pair of hands feel up his meaty pecs, thumbs wreaking
havoc on the perky nubs.

"Uh, wait a minute," Clay backs off.

"What's the problem?" Steve confronts. "You want my nips and I want you!"

"Yeah, well that's where the problem comes in."

"Of course it does," Steve replies.

"What does?" Clay wasn't sure he was understanding all of this.

Informally, Steve casts back at him, "What happens behind closed doors,
happens. When it's working for you on the farm, it's business as usual,
`Boss'!" he smiles at Clay.

"Not sure I follow?"

Steve smirks, "Let me put it to you this way, Clay... Hey," he deviates
from purpose, "`this way', `Clay', get it?"

"I might ride ponies for a living, well used to, but I'm not dense in the
head," Clay claims. "You want to get on with it?"

`Ride ponies?' Steve ventured to think on it, `Hmm,' he smiles, thinking,
`I better get on with it or I'll lose the opportunity to ride this pony!'

"What's the smile for?"

Steve cancels out his last thought, "I'm not going to tell the guys you
were on your knees sucking my cock!"

It's not what Clay had in mind, but hell, Steve was really turning him on,
plus the fact it looked like his confidence could be upheld, "Suck your
cock?"

"Well sure. You don't think I'm going to use some sticky, cancer-causing
gel to get myself all greased up for your ass?"

It's been years since Clay's been fucked, more akin to doing the ramming
from the rear or down a guy's gullet, "I guess not." Second thoughts,
`Cancer-causing? What a crock of shit!' Though, it caused Clay to form his
own private smile, thinking of Steve's sly streak!

To mess up the perfect scenario, they hear, "Dinner is on the table,"
ringing up the staircase.

"I guess we'll... have to..." Steve says sheepishly, like hoping there will
be a followup encounter, "wait until another time."

Turning to the sink they both washup, dry off.

"Um, fix your belt," Steve says.

"Oh. Thanks," Clay replies.

"When we're working outside, you can still be mean to me."

"Why would I want to be mean to you?" Clay questions.

"Because if you're not, the others will suspect there's something going on
between us. There's no better way to lose respect than a musclehead showing
favor to a chubby guy. By the way, I'm leaving first and you follow a few
minutes behind."

"Sounds like a plan," Clay gave in immediately, though had to think on
Steve's words, musclehead vs. a chub?

Why would he not follow, not with the man he was head over heels falling in
love with, or maybe it was the meaty pecs and perky nips?

With being all cleaned up, all dried off, Clay just hung back. It gave him
time to think. One aspect of the chance meetup, he thought how he could
allow his loins to overrule his first rule, not to personally involve
himself with other employees, no matter how cute they may be... he sighed a
long exhale!

Down at the dinner table, the guys talked up an incident which happened
today.

At AJ's table, he spoke in retrospect, up on the roof of the old cabin,
ripping shingles off. Next thing ya know, he's calling out, "Ron! Get your
ass up here! You've gotta see this!"

In no time, rung by rung, sometimes missing a rung, Ron had more `pulled'
his way to the top of the ladder, jumping onto the roof. Unfortunately he
could not train his eyes on what AJ was witnessing in the distance,
"Who-o-o-oa!"

AJ calls out, "Gotcha!" catching Ron by balling up a fistful of his shirt.

"Thanks man," Ron says casually, "you saved my life!"

Saved from putting a foot through a rotten board.

"Yeah, well, I think I know how you can pay me back!" AJ laughs as he helps
set Ron's feet right.

"Holy shit, will you look at that!"

"No brainer," AJ tells Ron, "why the fuck do you think I told you to get
your ass up here and like, pronto!"

"What's up guys?"

The two didn't even hear Corky finding his way up the ladder, Hwang behind
him to make sure Corky didn't miss a step.

AJ and Ron didn't even hear or notice, looking over the tops of some trees
to where a space was cut out by a giant puddle of water.

"I sure could use some of that!" Ron says, watching skin float on the
surface!

It had been right around lunch time. Clay, rising to the roof himself,
could not contest the beauty of the view, but he had a job to do,
threatening, if they didn't get back to work, there would be bread and
water for lunch!

Of course, no one questioned Clay allowing Steve to sit it out, based on
Steve feeling a little faint!

And so it went, trying to guess how many guys they saw swimming, how many
sunned on the white sand, how many...

"Holy cow, I just remembered something!"

Bryce wasn't at dinner, out on some `errand'. If he was, he would have
reminded AJ about his eternal quest and desire to meet up with his
father...

"My dad is so lucky!"

"Your dad?" Steve stirs up conversation. "Why would `he' be so lucky?"

One thing led to another, skipping all the steamy details, about AJ and his
father not getting along, which he skipped over times they spent in
bed. From there the story wandered to his mom and dad splitting, shipped
out to California to live with her. The story turning ugly when AJ's mom
met up with some `Hollywood-type', who also turned out to hate
kids. Concluding, "That's why I ran away. I don't really give a shit what
the courts say. I'm 21-years old, old enough to run my own life and make my
own decisions."

It mystified Ron, like, if AJ is 21-years old, why in the hell did he even
have to go live with his mom in Cali? But he kept his thoughts to
himself. Maybe there was something AJ wasn't being totally candid about.

AJ was relieved when Corky picked up the line and talked about himself, how
he wound up with his Grandma. Quickly, he turned off subject and told why
he knew so much about fixing things.

Hwang, he didn't give any history, saying how it would be so nice to have
that swimming pool cleaned and refilled.

It turned the conversation 360, Ron strongly suggesting, "Who cares about a
swimming pool, when we got a lake in our next door neighbors' backyard?"

All through the conversation, Clay and Steve were half paying attention,
Clay speaking up, "Even if you wanted to, which we would be trespassing,
you'd never get over the fence. It's live-wired."

Ron sits back, smiles, says slowly, letting his words sink in,
"Where... there's... a will... there's a way!"

AJ and Ron high-five!

At the mental snap of the slapping of palms together, AJ awakens out of his
reverie, his mind returning to pierced steak getting lukewarm on the tines
of his fork.

Speaking with his fork as a baton to help express himself, his accented end
of statement, Ron flings a mushroom across the table. Because Bryce wasn't
there and Clay the deciding factor, they had come to the dinner table
shirtless. The incoming object strikes AJ right between the pecs and rolls
down to his crotch.

"Hey, wake up, doofus!" Ron giggles.

"You'll pay for that!" AJ nicely threatens.

"Oh drat!" Ron says, like he was scared, when his loins were really telling
him he couldn't wait!

They had agreed to, a little later, have a little fun in the barn. AJ
sweetens the pot, "Who wants to have fun testing Ron's abs?" he stares at
Ron with an evil grin.

"Not me," Hwang says. "I'm headed out to the pool to make it swimmable. If
anyone wants to help me, they're welcome to come?" He hoped for help!

It did interest Clay, but he had other things to followup on.

Corky had seen how Ron likes to have fun and from the first time, watching
some guys on the football team work Ron over, but for himself, didn't take
kindly to that type of fun.

"Of course after the dishes are done?" Javier was clued in by Bryce, at the
time of accepting the position, he wasn't going to have to slave in the
kitchen all night!

"Of course," Ron replies.

AJ chimes in, "Of course."

"Sure, no problem," Corky added his vote of confidence.

"Me too," Hwang didn't want to be standing alone on the issue.

Patrick was silent. He, as well as Javier, knew he would be of no
help... That is, until maybe afterwards!

^ o ^

On the other side of the fence, dinner winding down, it was much the same
story.

As opposed to last summer, the atmosphere had changed quite a bit. One
thing which stay the same, Ed had to insist the campers be in charge of
clean up. He might have lost some rule over what goes on, but wielded the
last bit of power with some of the menial tasks.

For a second there, Chad thought he could get out of kitchen duties,
sitting and chatting with Joseph, "So, what do you do when you're not
playing camp counselor?"

Joseph wanted to say, `Fucking hot boys like you', but seeing Chad receive
a fair share of complaints from the others his age, leans in, secret
desires, says, "Come to my cabin later on and I'll answer all of your
questions!"

"For real?" Chad replies, being torn away from the table by his mates.

All the way to the kitchen, Chad harped on the thoughts of doing more than
checking Joseph's history. At the lake today, when they had stripped down,
hopped in for refreshment, Chad got his first glimpse of Joseph, ass facing
towards him. All through cleaning up, all he could think of was that hairy
ass, parting it, sending himself deep inside the crevice. However, he had
to forget about that stuff for a minute, because he started to get a rise
out of it.

A `board meeting' was taking place at LL's table, questions addressed to
Emerson over the safety of the warrior training course, Emerson trying to
be nice, but frankly saying, "Let's just say it'll hold up under a lot more
tension than LL's matchsticks!"

He was joking, but so was LL, "Fuck you, Emerson!"

Emerson, who has been seen throughout the day giving his attention to Duke
Johnson, camp psych counselor, retorts, "Oh thanks for the offer, LL, but I
already have someone in mind!"

They were sitting across from each other, Duke saying, "Don't let me be the
last to know?"

As for Emerson, he wasn't talking, answering Duke with anything other than
a smile. When he was questioned on site of some of the bootcamp-style
attractions, about durability and extreme usage, he couldn't for the life
of himself understand why, out of all the hot jocks, his eyes settled on
Jordan! He wasn't into the bearesque type of a man, but something about the
dark red fur covering those rounded pecs and oblong belly, it made his
mouth water. Which, instead of blaming it on the bear, Emerson thought on
it as actual thirst, guzzling some of his goblet or water.

Now, after losing Duke's attention to one of the other guys at the table,
Emerson found his eyes wandering the room, till he spotted Jordan. Of
course, new to all and everything, he did not remember the cub's name,
asking the guy on his right, "Uh, LL?"

"What?"

"Do you happen to know the fellas name at the table over there?"

"Table?" LL questions him, "Which one are you referring to?"

He wasn't sure how to put his request, but being no one around to extend
hurt feelings, "The chubby guy with the ball cap?"

LL looks to the far table, near the screened door entrance, then back to
Emerson, a titillating smile drawn to his lips, "Got your eye on Jordan, do
you?"

"No," Emerson replies quick to made up an excuse, "just wondering how the
course will hold up to a guy of his build?"

"Hmm, maybe you should get his attention and after dinner take him out to
check... One on one?"

It's not that he was ashamed to be seen with a chubby fellow, more,
uncomfortable, but who in his regular circle of friends or clients was
around to share the view, being frank with LL, "Maybe I will!" he swings a
leg over the bench.

"Good luck with that, Emerson!" LL laughs.

Watching Emerson walk away, LL was skeptical. He knew the architect for
years, since they were in college. On opposite planes, Emerson was always
the jock type, hitting the gym, playing sports, top-heavy on the pecs, with
a tapered look about him, right on down to the bulge. Thinking about it
right now, LL figures that's what kept Emerson's bod stable, from toppling
over, the mass erection he could conjure up when his boiling balls could
make it expand.

Reminiscing, Jose catches him, "What's up, LL?"

"Oh nothing."

"Remember, we're friends and I know that grin. You don't have `business' on
your mind," which Jose knew it had to pertain to some guy!

"Emerson," LL keys Jose in, his eyes pointing out the direction in which
the two are standing and chatting.

Emerson isn't the only one going back in LL's history, Jose saying, "Still
hooked on how you met Emerson in the shower at the dorm?"

Not there to witness it in person, LL has shared it with Jose, more than
once, because at times it has become the basis of their mutual jack-offs,
"Can't say I'm not feeling it now!"

Jose just had to look, seeing LL with one hand under the table. With the
thought of his friend touching himself, he began feeling the foreplay
effect himself, "If you want... we could go back to my..."

Realizing, by way of his dear friend noticing, giving himself a soft
handjob, LL cuts Jose off, "Uh, oh!" he smiles at his bud, "I guess I gave
myself away!"

"To whom... That is the question!" Jose rises a finger in the air, pointing
towards the angels.

"Well, Gabe of course. You know I'm with him?" LL assures.

"Sure, you're with him, but who's he with?" Jose nods towards Gabe,
standing and chatting up one of the 20-year old dudes, Richard Smith!

Switching off viewing Emerson's backside, towards Gabe, a hand on Richard's
shoulder, LL replies, "Jose, you're young, inexperienced... If you'd lay
off of that s&m hocus-pocus long enough, you would discover the difference
between being friends and lovers!"

"Hmm, okay," Jose replies, having observed the two before LL noticed, "then
I suppose Gabe was whispering something in Richard's ear, instead of
kissing him on the cheek. My mistake!"

Now, LL had his doubts, of which he would have voiced opinion, Jose picking
up his tray and mading for the compost bin, before LL could get his say
in. After seeing where Jose went, he turned to see Gabe gone. Richard
wasn't hanging around either, after doing a quick scan of the mess hall.

`Hmm.'

Right outside the door, Jordan abandoned his friends, having heard his name
called over his shoulder.

He wanted to mention it before, but Jordan's friends massed around them,
Emerson thinking up, "I was wondering how you made out on the course
today?"

Dinner was a formal gathering, so somewhat formal dress was required. Soon
as a guy felt the cool air of the outside perimeter, they abandoned the
fabric, opening buttons of shirts, lifting a tee shirt and anchoring it
behind the neck or stripping it completely, parking it down the backside of
the pants.

When Jordan turned around, he gave Emerson quite a shock, his shirt parted
open, "I only got to try out the `narrow bridge'. Did you forget, that's
where you assigned me?"

If he had thought of it, Emerson would have used it as a way to strike up a
conversation, replying, "Oh sure. Of course. How did it go?"

"Works pretty good," Jordan makes like stroking a hairy pec with the flat
of his hand, brushing off a bug, "I fell in only five times, because of
your stoopid narrow bridge?!"

He wore a smile, instead of grimacing over injuries sustained, however
Emerson felt obliged to mention, "You didn't get scraped up, did you?"

The very idea the stealth architect was even talking to him, take the gay
atmosphere of the camp, Jordan knew he was being `stalked'! Not minding it
at all, rather welcoming it, he retorts, allowing his shirt to drop off his
shoulders, "I think I got a little scrape here," a finger is cast over his
left shoulder, trying to point to the place his back slid over a boulder in
the stream.

Whether Jordan picked up on it or not, Emerson licking his lips at the
massive wall of ginger fur, he turns his attention towards the cub
pirouetting, "Oh yes," he said, even though not observing a mark, rubbing a
hand over the left blade, "looks like some sort of abrasion. You ought to
have that looked at, just the same."

Emerson wanted like hell to slip his hands in between Jordan's forearms and
give him a truly engaging bear hug!

"If you want, I can show you what's wrong with your bridge," Jordan turns,
giving Emerson a start.

Startled out of his dreamlike state, Emerson says, "Sure. Why not? I'm
always open to suggestions?"

All Jordan could think is, `Hmm... I wonder how he means that?'

Walking next to a guy without a shirt, Emerson felt out of place, "It `is'
a wee bit hot out tonight," he starts unbuttoning the front of his shirt.

Knowing the unknown, plus being out of distance of the mess hall and its
public display, Jordan turns to Emerson, backing him up, "Need some help?"

Back up against a tree, Emerson could have gotten out of his predicament
with a swift lift of the knee, but how could he possibly offend a hot cub
like this, willing to help him cool off, "I could use some help. I like,
always get hung up on the last button!"

Foreplay, Jordan knew the action, Emerson begging to be cub-handled. Some
dudes, they either liked him for all his hair, or were into smooth and
didn't take a second look. "Then, why not start there and work my way up?!"

With Emerson, he couldn't take his eyes off of Jordan, from his scruffy,
ginger face, down to where his stomach was caught in the shadows, "Whatever
you want..." his attention returned to the scruff.

"Oh nice," Jordan states, after quickly disjoining the buttons, opening the
front of Emerson's shirt. "Nice sixpack. Sure wish I had one!"

Emerson saw a way `in'!

A regular at the gym, he has worked with a trainer, but never achieved
trainer status, yet knew he could coach if he ever set his mind to it,
"Well," he felt free to allow his fingers to roam, "with my expertise, I'm
sure we could shrink this stomach some, though..."

"Though, what?" Jordan looked for some more health tips.

Rounding Jordan's belly, Emerson says, "Would be a shame not to have this
hairy stomach to..." he stops, gazing into Jordan's eyes.

Just knowing, it all leading somewhere, Jordan says, "Hey, you want to suck
my cock or something?"

"More," Emerson's loins were already pulsing, "I want my tongue all over
you!"

"Um, I got a roommate. You got a place?" Jordan replies.

He originally did, the cabin up in the corner pocket of Camp Rufghup, but
was informed it was going through a remodel. Next best place was roughing
it with LL and Gabe. Then, a turn of events, Ed said he was giving up his
quarters to a guy he met at a bar in town last night...

"Sure I got a place!" Emerson replies, more excited than he's been all
year!

They hadn't wandered too far from camp central, so the short walk back
brought them to the admin building.

"No, this is where the camp director lives," Jordan stood outside the front
door.

Inside, Emerson pulls on Jordan's hand, "Not anymore. Now it's `my place'!"

Not being able to contain his excitement, Emerson hauls Jordan into the
office.

"What are you going to do? Lay me down on the desk and suck me?" Jordan
laughs.

Emerson hadn't even noticed Ed had wiped the place clean of himself. As he
had done with any other guy, as soon as they hit private quarters, he went
right at unbuckling the other dude's belt.

"Yum!" Jordan says, a hot guy like Emerson going to work on him right away,
realizing, "Oh, I guess I should be doing the same!"

"No. I mean..." Emerson took things to the bedroom.

The way it was turning out, both acted like a couple on unequal
terms. After shooing Jordan's hands away from his buckle, Emerson had
Jordan lay down on the bed.

"What about my briefs and socks?" Jordan says, lifting the elastic of his
Champion briefs.

"I'll get to that," Emerson says, working to rid himself of his threads.

When he lowers his briefs, Jordan exclaims, "Oh, nice! Bring them right up
here!"

With other guys, Emerson had always put himself in Jordan's position, but
he wasn't feeling it that way right now, "In a minute," which unknowingly,
could pan out to be an hour or two!

Desperately, Jordan wanted his tongue on Emerson's mighty sword and hanging
globes, but with Emerson lying down between his legs, that was not a
reality just yet.

"You want these off, do you?"

What a tease, Emerson softly grabbing up Jordan's sacs, making them bulge
larger than life. If that wasn't enough, evil desires gave way to torture,
swiping his tongue right down the middle, ending with the tip of the lick
touching the base of his hard shaft!

"Um-m-m-m-m-m," Jordan was ready to agree, but knew eventually, after
feeling Emerson's wet mouth soak through, his FOTL's would come off!

First the ecstasy... then the agony!

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