Date: Mon, 09 Dec 2013 12:03:23 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 21

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Giv2GeT 21

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Things were might quiet at both camp and the farm, when the rooster went
shooting his mouth off.

Wayne, half-covering Steve's bod, more tumbled off his big bell onto his
left side, only made a slight move, at the sound of that pesky bird.

The others, having had their own private fun, or those returning from town,
half out of their heads from drinking at the local watering hole last
night, didn't show any signs of life.

All, except LL, who could not only drink like a fish, but emerge as a
survivor, fresh, as if he hadn't taken a sip.

Having slept like a baby last night, or rather since earlier on this
morning, sat on the edge of the bed. His memory was bit fogged, reason he
looked back over his shoulder. It made him laugh, his thoughts of who was
opening shop down at the lumberyard. Which, with guilt on his mind, if
Andres were by chance reporting late to work and getting hell from his
brother, bends over and into the scruffy face, says, "Time to wake up and
get the buzz saws working!"

It's like Andres didn't hear a thing. LL knew he would have to resort to
some more drastic measures. Both of Andres' hands were under his cheek,
lying there on his side, with head on the pillow. His forearm cut out a
section of pec. Hardly visible through the dense, dark brown fur, LL
smiled, thinking of the perfect way to disturb a sound sleeper. Singling
out the tiny nip, gave a little pinch.

Andres made a hardly audible, "Mm."

With a smile on his face, LL's lips turned more into a grin, teeth showing
as he prepared for his next act of pranking, grabbing up nip meant and
really grinding between finger and thumb.

"Ow-w-w-wh! What are you doing?" It got Andres' attention, rolling over
onto his back, grabbing both sides of his chest.

"Oh, lookee what we got here," LL handles Andres' almost faccid cock.

"You don't know how sensitive I am `there'!"

"Among other places, as my tongue recalls?" LL had a difference of opinion.

"Come here," Andres says, pulling LL's arm.

With no resistance, LL turns flat on his back, rolls over and cuddles up to
Andres, asking, "What?"

"I had a good time last night. Want to do it again tonight?"

"Are you meaning at the bar or what we did in bed?" LL says.

"Both!"

By this time others began stirring, Steve rudely waking Wayne, "Hey, do I
smell bacon?"

Wayne replies, "Yeah, but you smell worse than the bacon!" he laughs at his
own joke.

"I don't know how, with your tongue all over me last night?"

"My ass is sore."

Proudly, Steve says, "I loosened it up some, did I?"

"Some," Wayne replies, though he knows, when he first sat down, he was
seeing stars!

"You'll get used to it!"

At the farmhouse, Javier was letting Patrick sleep in. Even a kiss on the
cheek didn't wake him, so Javier thought he should continue getting his
beauty rest.

Now meant to be a spy, he looked in on some snorers two rooms from
his. Strangely, there were two guys he never saw before, sure they had come
from Camp Rufghup, saying, "Whatever," closing the door.

"What was that?" Vlad asks Avery.

"We've been spied on. He just left," Avery replies, turning over,
stretching out his arms, which runs right under Vlad's chin.

"I hope he got his money's worth!" Vlad jokes.

Turning over, clutching his 18-year old loverboy in his arms, Avery says,
"I sure got mine!"

At first, when they hooked up, at camp, Avery untangling Vlad from the
ropes, having fallen and hung upside down, Avery knew what he wanted, but
wasn't sure if Vlad would want hanging around with a dude nine years
older. However, it was Vlad who made the first advance, grabbing Avery by
the shoulder and initiating an upside down kiss!

"I wasn't sure you would like a guy who likes it all?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I, though I think I'm better at fucking than you
are!" Avery laughs.

"That's only because I'm tighter!"

"Oh, so you're complaining about me, are you?"

Vlad says, "The only complaint I have is, we were at camp for a week. What
took us so long to hook up?"

Avery replied with the same idea, but right now, no one, if they spied and
lingered, would never have a clue the pair hadn't met sooner than later.

Joseph and Jose woke up almost simultaneously.

His face nestled in Joseph's hairy chest mass, Jose says, "Hey, when did I
come untied?"

Getting too horny for not getting kinky, Jose had begged Joseph to tie his
arms to the top of the bed. It really didn't take much coaxing, though
Joseph had wanted to lie back and be tongue worshipped. Instead, he wound
up working over with his tongue, but he also got some hand action, tweaking
nips and fondling balls... fondling them `hard!'

After Joseph fucked Jose, which at the same time Jose jerked himself off,
they both fell asleep. Sometime, Joseph thinks about an hour before the
rooster went off, "I untied you and you didn't even know."

Thinking romantic, Jose says, "I guess you like waking up with another
man's arms around you?"

"Hardly," Joseph replies.

If anything, it was Jose all wrapped up in Joseph's arms, which is why
right now, he felt inclined to rub a hand up and down Jose's smooth back.

Jose was about to say something romantic, Joseph sniffing, "Do I smell
bacon?"

"Do you always think of your stomach when a guy tries to get romantic?"

Smiling, Joseph says, "And how is your stomach? A little full?"

Really, Joseph came twice. First time, down Jose's throat, he lingered to
long to get cleaned off and because Jose hadn't shot his load... It just
happened, getting big and then so hard and horny, took on Jose's ass.

Realizing they were at camp and not the farm, Jose asks, "You smell bacon
all the way out here?"

"I doubt it's camp cooking!"

Jose had to agree, the cooking at camp not very appetizing. Then he sits
up, "Hey, I smell it too!"

Unlike some who lounged around, they arose, showered and found some jeans
and tees to put on.

"What? No vest and chaps?" Jose asks.

"Those are my night time clothes." In fact, Joseph wasn't sure at all about
the clothing issue, not with the way Ed Farley has turned the game plan
around.

"Did you like my night time clothes?"

"You mean, right after I made you take them off?"

"Oh, by the way," Jose throws a downer into the works, "you owe me for
tearing my shirt off!"

"It was worth it!" Joseph says of it, giggling.

"You know what?"

"What?" Joseph asks back, planing a hand up and down Jose's whole bod
trail.

"You're kind of a nice, sweet guy, when you're not trying to be so tough?"

"Trying to be? I'll have you know, the way I conduct myself is `not' an
act!"

It set Jose off, giggling at Joseph, who right now seemed to be acting,
because he was forcing himself to act tough.

"What?" Joseph asks, trying to keep himself from doing the same thing,
laughing!

Grabbing hold of the hand petting his stripe, Jose pulls Joseph over on top
of him, kind of a feat in itself, 6'4" muscled giant, onto his 5'10" frame.

"Umphff!"

"I must be getting stronger!"

Or was it Joseph `acting' again, giving a push off the mattress in order to
lend assist? What mattered now, was not by what means Joseph got there, "I
can tell you're shorter than me... our pubes don't match up!"

"There you go again," Jose stare into the tough guy's eyes, "being sweet
again."

"Is that so?" Joseph carried on the sweetness, lips falling onto Jose's
face!

Meanwhile, LL had dragged Andres out of bed and into the shower. From
there, he left Andres, because he needed some more dousing to break out of
the slump from last night's drinking and dancing binge.

Heading back to the farmhouse, LL discovers Bryce never came back to the
house. He smiled, thinking about him, the fire chief, head of the police
department and some of the deputies, all at the bar last night. He had to
admit, the town had some pretty hot fire and police men!

Searching about, he had asked Javier if he had seen Ed Farley, coming up
with `nada.' "Never mind then." Walking out of the farmhouse, LL dug in his
pocket for his cell, realizing something. It was missing, "Oh shit!"

His temporary panic settled down, remembering yesterday, on the trial
run. It was as clear as it was happening now, crossing the one-man bridge,
which looked as if it was built for half a man, losing his foot and almost
going down, if it hadn't been for Jeff Laird, catching him under the
armpit. It's amazing how the 22-year old managed balancing himself and LL
at the same time, until he could regain his footing.

Like no different than most, LL threw out the phrase to a guy he didn't
even know his name, "I owe ya one!"

When they got to the lake, took their dip, as LL was sunning, Jeff came
over to `turn in his chips,' "Listen," he sat down.

There were a couple of superlatives LL had grown to like. First, the James
Dean look, except Jeff had shaggy hair, but not right now, because he was
wet, as was the thin treasure trail, runny as it connected with the
treasure. The other, the gruff vocal manner, which seemed to project Jeff
as a no nonsense guy.

"I'm listening," LL replied, as well as `looking!'

"I know you run your own company. I almost graduated from college, but have
this little drunk driving thing hanging over my head... a misdemeanor... I
didn't hit anyone... well I ran over the neighbor's cat. Reason for my
folks dumping me at Camp Rufghup. It wasn't any old cat, it cost
$700.00. Can you imagine? A cat worth..." then Jeff realizes he's off
topic, "Never mind. What I was wondering, I got a semester to finish and
then, since I saved your life, thought I would hit you up for a job?"

Direct, sincere and downright gorgeous, LL asks, "And how did you happen to
run over the neighbor's cat?"

"I didn't have as much to drink as the other guys in the car, so they
designated me the driver. I was kind of tired though, started to doze and
that's when my BMW left the road, ran through the picket fence, over the
cat and we landed in the neighbor's swimming pool."

LL wanted to laugh, but restrained himself, simply asking, "I hope no one
drowned?"

"I think the water refreshed me. Must have. Though, I react to situations
rather spontaneously. Besides, it was a misdemeanor and not something
else. Then there was all those other things, my dad pissed as hell because
I ruined my car. The car cracked the swimming pool, so he had to pay for
that too and his insurance didn't cover the $700 cat..."

About to interrupt, LL decided to let Jeff go on. Each time he ventured off
topic, the conversation went back to griping about his family and it would
be interesting to draw his own conclusions.

"I can't believe it. My father's only interest was to yell and scream at
me, like aren't cars replaceable?"

"They are," LL got a word in.

"Not to my father. He grounded me, saying he was never going to buy me a
car again, said I was old enough to earn my own way and pay for my own
car. The asshole, you know what he did?"

LL lay down on his side, propped his head up on his palm. Since they were
all in the buff, he did notice Jeff's eyes wander, "What did he do?"

"He had his attorney draw up and I.O.U. and I have to pay him back for the
swimming pool and cat. Can you believe it?"

"Well," LL planned his words, "I never heard of a father making his son
sign anything, but then again, did it ever occur to you when the car was
under your control, it was your responsibility?"

"Well sure," Jeff replies.

"I think the wiser thing would have been, at the time, offering on your own
behalf to pay for the damages caused by you?"

He expected a response something like Jeff getting all flustered, that his
old man had tons of dough and could have written it off, but instead, Jeff
perks up, "Gosh, you're right! I don't why I didn't think of that myself!
Wow! You're awesome, LL!"

Feeling `awesomely', LL replies, "For a minute there I thought you were
going to jump on me and give me a kiss," he grinned!

"Oh, I would do much, much more than that!" Jeff replies, but didn't make
his move.

"I take it you're looking for a job to pay off the debt?"

"Maybe more. I think I'm a real go-getter, problem solver when the going
gets tough and if you give me something important to do, I'd like to prove
I can be of value to your company?" Jeff says with seriousness, direct.

He had a good feeling about this kid, wanting to do something, but away
from the office, didn't have any directive, unless... "Do you see my pants
anywhere around here?" LL stands, switching his bod in different
directions.

They were standard, as all the garments at Camp Rufghup, but LL was one of
the few who had the camo pants on and not just briefs.

"Is this yours?"

"I don't know. They all look the same. Be nosy and see if there's an iPhone
in the pocket," LL tells him.

"Bingo!" Jeff holds the phone up, drops the pants.

LL's eyes follow the pants.

"Oops!" Jeff says, bending to pick them up.

Not sorry really, LL got a good look at Jeff's bouncing cock and balls,
"Thank you," for the phone, not the display of acrobatics!

Keying in a passcode, LL hands the phone back, "Here."

First thing to run across Jeff's mind, the password, "You're trusting me
with this?"

"Just don't delete anything and you'll be fine."

"This," Jeff points to the phone, "doesn't link up to your bank accounts,
does it?"

"Yeah, but unless you're a safecracker, you'll never get past the first
page."

"So, what's up with this?"

Taking Jeff under his arm, LL went on to explain, "I'm going to take you up
on your offer, but I warn you, the man at my company, Gio Jones, head of
legal affairs, is a no nonsense business partner, who doesn't fuck
around... in business that is, but can be very straight forward. A good
man, whom I trust with things in my absence. Hit `Gio' and then give the
phone to me."

Waiting around, Jeff worked some sand out from in between his balls, but
stayed attentive to the conversation. He couldn't hear, but every time LL
said something, he could tell this Gio must've had a pen and paper in hand,
taking down notes.

"And Gio, I want you to come out this weekend. I've got a guy I want you to
meet. For now," here was the clincher, "I'm handing the phone over to your
understudy in the legal department."

And that was it, the phone passed from LL to Jeff, which made him nervous
as hell. He wanted to ask LL something, but he took, with him holding the
phone.

That's why, when LL reached for his phone, it wasn't in his pocket. As he's
walking outside, here comes Eddie, Jeff and

Giuseppe, LL asking, "Have you seen my phone lately, Jeff?"

Reaching in his front pocket, Jeff says, "Have it right here near the
family jewels!"

"May I have it a moment?"

"Sure. I've talked with Gio 3 times already. It's really cool he's trusting
me and all, considering he's never met me."

LL says, "Well, I've met you and that's what counts!"

Picked up on the other end, LL asks, "Gio! I was wondering..."

However, Jeff jumps in with, "Gio is coming out on Saturday. If Ed Farley
says it's okay, we're going to go over some legal stuff."

LL was happy to hear that, except, "Stuff?"

Smiling, because of the slip up, knowing he was going to have to act more
professional, "I mean legal papers?"

"Never mind Gio. I got what I was looking for."

With no secrets, LL went on to discuss other matters with Gio, one being
the salary Jeff was to receive. Thinking of dead cats, he tells Gio, "Let's
pretend he's been with company for 3 years!"

After hanging up, Jeff asks, "What does 3 years equate to?"

"Earn it and you'll find out!"

Business matters were put to rest, when Andres appears, making LL smile. He
was about to receive him with `good morning babe' and a kiss, when Giuseppe
appears, walks over to Andres, grabs him in arm, kisses him and say,
"You've gotta try these biscuits. They're out of this world!"

"I wanted to tell you last night, but..." Andres is pulled into the
farmhouse on Giuseppe's `leash'.

LL says sarcastically, "You better get in there before your buns get cold!"

`Sorry' was on his face, but Andres didn't say it.

Knowing what has transpired, Jeff says, "You want me to run over him with
the truck?"

"Nah. No sense getting the truck dirty. Besides, you're in enough trouble,
aren't you?" LL replies.

"Probably, but wondered, if I'd be in bigger trouble if I invited my new
boss out for breakfast?"

For sure, LL didn't want to face Andres at the breakfast table, "Let's hit
the road, Jack!"

On the way, LL shared his plans, which Jeff probably got an idea of what
was on his mind.

He knew Bryce had good intentions of wanting to restart the farm, but
analysts at his company, under Gio's direction, found that in the long run,
with Bryce almost in the red, he would never be able to restore the place
with the funds he had. On the other hand, he was liking the idea of having
a fitness course for his or other companies or organizations to spend some
time away. He liked the terrain, but the camp side was geared more the
likes of a fitness challenge than the `farm' side of the fence.

After making it clear, Jeff says, "So, we're buying both properties and
turning it into a fitness resort?"

It made LL smile, Jeff already identifying with the company, "That's the
gist of it, but it's going to need a lot of work and that's where you and
Gio come in. I'm going to put you two in full charge of this project."

"Did you forget I'm supposed to be incarcerated at Camp Rufghup for DUI?"

Going off on a tangent, LL condemns, "The camp never had a solid foundation
to begin with and that's why it's falling apart. If it wasn't for myself
coming in here, you might have wound up..."

Both have heard stories, Jeff knowing, with his attitude, he would be the
first stripped naked, hung eagle-spread and given a whipping, "I suppose
that makes us even."

"How's that?"

"I saved you from getting your pants wet and you saved my from having to
keep my shirt on at the beach!"

Knowing, LL says, "You're such a bad boy. By the way, did they ever get
another cat?"

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