Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 17:18:57 -0500
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 23

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Giv2GeT 23

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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This blew a hole in the summer plans of those enrolled or employed at Camp
Rufghup.

Come to find out, Jerry had been removed by Ed and was held incarcerated in
the town jail. This was temporary, until his father could come get
him. When his father did, he was livid, saying he had paid all that money
and regardless, if his son fucked up, it was the camp's responsibility.

Ed then stepped in and told Jerry's father about a special camp program,
which in essence was rehabilitation at the `chalet'.

As a result, now Ed Farley was being held in the town jail, along with
Roahn and Casper, who walked kind of funny, but could get around. For now,
the counselors employed at the camp were not affected.

The camp was almost cordoned off in entirely, but LL saw fit, with the help
of his attorney, Travis Wakeman, presented to officials the fact that both
the camp and adjoining property were about to go into default and that his
company had made a bid to acquire both.

"So you see," LL presented to the sheriff.

Being that this was a big investigation, the county sheriff from a
neighboring town was called in and a few of his deputies, to help secure
the camp property.

"I see," Sheriff McKenna looks over the papers. "Well, I don't see anything
improper with this," he stares at Travis, handing them back. "I'll say
though, keep away from the yellow tape and we'll all be friends!"

Thought to be entirely too jolly to be a county sheriff, LL has an idea,
"Why don't you stop in for a drink, before heading back to wherever it is
you came from?"

"Don't mind if I do, only..." Brad takes off his cowboy hat and scratches
his head, "nothing really. Told a friend in town I'd have a drink with him
at the bar, before heading out."

LL turns to Gio, "I like bars. Do you like bars?"

Gio replies, "I like bars," turning to Jef, "You like bars, Jef?"

"I'm not going to ask everyone that's standing behind me if they like bars,
bozo," Jef does the unthinkable, bopping Gio in the back of the head with
the palm of his hand!

"What the fuck?" Gio says, watching Jef lead the others off.

"Did you see what he did?" he rubs the back of his crewcut.

LL smiles, "Yep, when I pick'em, I pick'em," says of Jef.

As they follow the end of the sea of boys, everyone decided a night at the
local watering hole a good idea, LL is humored by Gio acting like a little
crybaby, consoling the big boy with head on his shoulder, "Tsk, tsk, c'mon
baby... don't cry..."

Meanwhile, back at the jail, the chief of police hated like hell to lock Ed
up. Ever since he came on board, Ed, Bryce, the fire chief and himself have
struck up this weird friendship.

"Too bad about Ed," Bryce happens to walk in, set his ass on Gordon's desk.

"Yeah, but good for us he chose keep his distance lately," Gordon says,
leaning back in his swivel chair, hands behind his head.

Then, the two are interrupted by the chief of police, Dale Grant, "I heard
about Ed Farley. Damn shame."

"Likewise," Bryce shares.

"Um," the 28-year old fireman humors, "I'm up for an interrogation, if
you're needing it, Gordon?"

"You're about an hour too late, Dale. Ed gave his statement earlier,"
Gordon replies.

"Oh? What did he say?"

This was playing out, just like their roleplaying, leading up to where
Gordon was tied to a chair, Dale handing out all kind of threats of what he
was going to do to Gordon if he didn't talk.

Ed, the bystander, loved how a situation could build out of next to nothing
and these two were good at it, saying, "Now Dale, you know the only way
you're going to get it out of Gordon is `torture!'"

Coming around the desk, Dale says, "I know," sitting on the desk, facing
the police chief.

"You know procedure, Dale. This isn't some made up fantasy. I can't discuss
any of the details."

Dale knew that, but whereas their `friendship' could be of value, coupled
with how excited he knew the chief could get, "Is that so, Gordon?"

It made Bryce laugh, Dale lifting his knee, placing the heel of his boot
between Gordon's legs, putting pressure of his manhood, "There's ways of
making a man talk!"

However, Gordon backs away till the back of his chair hits the radiator.

Dale's boot hits the floor with a clunk.

Bryce gets up, "Well, I think I'll leave you two to settle your
differences!" That he does, saying through a crack in the door, "Don't have
too much fun!"

"You wouldn't happen to have a pair of cuffs handy?"

"I told you Dale, this is not one of our little games!"

"I know you can't say anything," Dale gets up, walks around to the front of
the desk, "but you see, you've already got me horned up and well," he looks
up, like he's looking at where the wall meets the ceiling, "maybe we can
switch it up, from what we can't discuss, to... how about being my little
terrorist captive?"

"We did that last month," Gordon replies.

"Oh. That's right. Hmm, how about lovers, who I've caught you having an
affair?" Dale comes up with.

"We did that recently too."

"Damn!" Dale says, dropping the name plate he was toying with onto the
desk.

Getting up, out of his chair, Gordon walks to where the desk is between
them, "Can't you just torture me for the hell of it?"

"I got an idea!" Dale says with excitement, "Let's have rough sex!"

"Fine, but you have to torture me too, or least the vital parts," Gordon
lists, because it makes him feel horny, "nips, punch me in the stomach,
strap on my back..."

"Geesh, Gordon, I've been working you over for almost a year now, don't you
think I know where all the hotspots are?"

"Yeah," Gordon says, stopping for a moment, "except there's one hotspot
you've never touched, which makes me think maybe you're not into older
guys?"

"You think 10 years difference is going to make a difference? You're a hot
man Gordon. You know I like to give a hefty workover and you, for damn
sure, can take it?"

Placed in a delicate position, Gordon says, "I know. Maybe we should do
something about making it `ongoing'?"

It's not that Dale hasn't thought about it, how it could be staying behind
some night and falling in bed with Gordon, but he wasn't sure himself,
"Maybe tonight it could be different?"

Wanting to make himself clear, Gordon says, "This doesn't change the fact I
can't tell you certain things, which are confidential in my work?"

Dale, who has slowly been working his way around the edge of the desk,
confronts, "I know, but I bet you know the names of a lot of operatives,
you're wanting not to tell me?" he reaches out and right through Gordon's
uniform, targets the chief's nips!

Meanwhile, Bryce had walked out of the police department and hearing a
larger than normal amount of noise coming from Dry Gulch Bar & Lodgings,
one of the few `big' places which can support a hoard of humans!

Right inside, he sees many familiar faces, one in particular, walking over
to him, "Giving the boys off for a rowdy evening on the town?"

"It's the happening place tonight!"

`Apparently', Bryce thinks, Clay probably already on the way to working up
tomorrow's hangover.

"Hey, want to buy me a drink?" Rick Santini had arrived 30 minutes ago,
hitting up on the second guy to buy him a drink, hoping for more.

Having just arrived, Bryce was way behind most of the crowd, still with his
shirt on, "Me buy you a drink?"

After a few beers later, Rick was happy enough to inform, "Comes with a
blowjob and... and anything else you want!" he laughs.

Knowing all about roleplaying and the difference between being a guy you
can trust and the bastards you can't, Bryce cautions, "Be careful what you
wish for young man!"

"Young man? Thanks, but I've already passed my 35th birthday!" Rick tells
him.

"No way," it threw Bryce, thinking this gorgeous man was not older the 25!"

"Yeah. I'm 37, but that's okay. I like older guys!"

`Oh shit!', Bryce thinks. Being up front, he says, "I know you're gonna
laugh, but I'm the same age!"

"Oh god," Rick laments, "Now I'm in big trouble!"

To show he wasn't, Bryce says, "How about we get ourselves a pair of beers
and confront old age?"

They enjoyed each other's company, especially when Rick confides he likes
kinky stuff.

Bryce was happy to learn about Rick's interest in anything he liked to do
and if he hadn't done it, was willing to broaden his horizons, "Does that
include your asshole?"

Rick says, "There's an old saying... if the plug fits, wear it!"

"I don't recall ever hearing..."

"I just made it up," Rick quips. "Even if I'm tight and your plug is
big... make it fit!"

With 2 beers down, all this talk was making Bryce horny, which made him say
something he hasn't said to a guy in years, "Hey, wanna get out of here?"

Across the room, Gio had finished up talking with one of the farmhands,
which he thought he might have an interest in getting to know Steve, or his
friend Wayne, but found they both had solidified a relationship, plus
neither seemed to have any interests in knowing a muscled, 27-year old
black man.

With being bored and noticing the temps of the place jumping, he pulls off
the tee and parks it down the back of his pants, which always kind of made
him feel horny. Making him smile, he picks up his whiskey, turns around,
saying, "See you guys later."

Wayne and Steve didn't even acknowledge, their lips stuck together!

"Oh! Excuse me!"

All Gio could do is stand there, jaw dropped down, watching his Jack
Daniels flow down the front of his cocoa chest.

"Here, allow me to clean that up for you!"

Second time today someone had taken advantage of him. First Jef, a slap to
the back of the head and now... Now, all Gio could do is coo softly, this
dude orally working the whiskey from his smooth bod, on his mind, `I could
go for more than whiskey cleanup!'

"I don't think I got it all," he says. "Want me to keep trying?"

Of course Gio wanted it, meeting a man he hoped he would bump into sometime
tonight, "Believe me. I want you to more than try!"

Reaching out, grabbing Gio's hand with both of his, he hurriedly says,
"Alex Cobb. I'm with Gibs Security."

Right off, Gio detects this dude has probably had more to drink than some
of the others, "I don't need any of the fine details right now, other than
do you suck cock?"

"Really?" Alex reacts, like Gio asked an entirely different question, "No,
I don't just `suck' cock, I tantalize it, drive a guy wild for hours, that
is, if you have the time?"

Gio started feeling some of that wildness even without a pair of lips
choking it, "How come you still have your shirt on?"

He surprised the guy taking his shirt and ripping it open. Not super
muscly, but his bod was speaking Gio's language, hairy pecs, well built, a
dark hairline to his navel, wide, dark swath, he can't help but register,
"Fuckin' hot, boy!" he slips.

Not minding at all, Alex replies, "`Boy?' You want me to be your boy,
`sir'?"

Considering Gio was noticeably younger, being called `sir', it seemed
unnatural. Usually he didn't play with older dudes, but this one was
turning him on, "Oh, the things I could do with you!"

Not waiting for another drink, Alex invites Gio to the town's only motel!

As for the others, there was a cross mix of campers, farmhands, LL's team
members and security out back. Not just a bar & grill, the Dry Gulch often
gave the town motel some competition, with cottages surrounding a large
swimming pool. Though, the Dry Gulch, known as a gay hangout, it didn't
cater much to straight vacationers. Occasionally there were men on
business, who wanted to live out their gay fantasies, what better call,
than away from their wives.

Tonight though, the mix of company had stripped down to nothing and made
the pool their home. With capacity for 50 guests, the pool overflowed with
hot flesh, leaving no room to `swim'. On a night like tonight, no one was
worrying about doing any swimming!

One of the swimmers, LL hadn't paired up with anyone at the Dry
Gulch. Yeah, he admired many, his friend, Jose Bodego, was happy he had met
his match, Joseph standing behind him, hands interwoven around Jose's arms,
as if Joseph was holding Jose in a position to be worked over. Yet, for the
two, LL figured it erotic for both. Not the visual, LL pictured what was
going on behind Jose's back, Joseph stiff and leaning into Jose's
ass... lucky guy!

Finding the scene a bit mundane, LL decides to get like rest when he steps
out on the back porch. Setting his drink down on the railing, he strips the
shirt off. He then leads himself into the next scene, `Oh, wouldn't that be
nice?' unbuckling the khaki shorts he had on, dropping them. Fortunately,
Joseph had bought him a drink, having forgotten his wallet, of which Joseph
reminded him, he owed him one, grabbing his crotch! It was one less thing
to keep track of, LL hanging his shorts over the railing, unafraid if
someone stole them, or what could happen in a scene such as this, another
guy thinks they are his.

Drinks served in plastic cups, it was understandable, with slate flooring
and the pool. Eyes and mind on the pool, he wasn't any different than the
dude next to him, reaching for his drink...

"Oh! Is that yours?"

LL followed the culprit by the hand, reaching for his drink, "Hey, aren't
you the sheriff?"

"That's me!" Brad McKenna replies, smiling below the brim of his straw
cowboy hat.

Two things phased LL, one, the beautiful man-stripe down the partition of
Brad's shirt and the rather nice smile adorning good looks, "Really? You
call yourself a lawman and get caught redhanded, stealing another man's
drink?"

Playing along, Brad says, "Oh, how can I ever make it up to you? I'm not a
bad guy, you know?"

"Lose the clothes and come for a swim. Then we'll take it from there!"

LL never saw a guy strip faster. He even went further than him, stripping
off his briefs as well. Looking around, there wasn't anyone to stop him and
noticed Brad not the only one with a bare ass!

"Let's take the plunge!" Brad carried the drink in one hand, pulled LL
along with the other.

They found a nice little cozy place, shallow end of the olympic size pool,
in the pocket corner.

Walking in, both submerged themselves up to the neck. Brad made a call of
judgement, tucking a hand in the elastic of LL's briefs, "We've gotta lose
these!"

Lose he did, Brad helping LL out of his briefs, diving down under, in the
dimness of the pool lighting, the briefs floated away, LL saying, "Those
were Nouguet briefs, I'll have you know?"

"Mm-mm, you feel so much better without them!"

Then, a dude jumps in the pool, right in front of them, startling the hell
out of them, LL saying, "Nerve!"

With the wall to wall bods, a person couldn't tell the next, until studying
them for awhile.

"Hey, want to party?"

"Do I know you?" LL asks.

Brad knew. A serious, mild-mannered architect from his own lumber company,
Brad knows the party animal he can turn into, when the sun goes down, "This
is Samuele, the lumberyard bitch!"

"Really? No-o-o-o," LL looks to Samuele, back to Brad, who is nodding his
head up and down.

He came and left, Brad saying, "He'll be back."

Sure enough, Samuele returns, asking, "Where did I leave off?"

Brad says, "You were about to invite us over to your place and get down and
dirty, Samuele."

"What are we waiting for?"

Sure enough, when LL went back to the railing, his khaki shorts were gone,
but also his Nouguet briefs, "Well, Mr. Smartass, what am I supposed to do
for coverup?"

Finding his whole attire, Brad says, "Want the briefs or the pants?"

LL took the pants, pulling them on.

Out front of the Dry Gulch, Samuele was waiting for them, behind the wheels
of the lumberyard truck. Brad wouldn't allow him to drive, so Samuele sat
between him and LL.

"Looks like you know these parts, for an out of towner?" LL asks Brad.

"I know the terrain," Brad replies.

Samuele lets on, "He visits me a lot when he's in town."

"How often would that be?" LL asks.

"Whenever there is police business," Brad keeps him guessing, "a murder,
terrorist threat, cat up a tree?"

Indeed, Brad knew his way around, driving past the lumberyard and turning
in a driveway a mile down the road.

Looking out the windshield of the truck, LL says, "Nice place."

He gets the quick rundown of how Samuele's father built the place, but
skipped over the fine details telling LL it's how Samuele, on summer
vacation from college, found an interest in architecture, working with the
designer `personally'.

LL jokes, "Looks like he had designs on you!"

Wasn't that funny, Brad thinking the same way towards LL!

Inside, they couldn't wait to get out of their damp clothes.

Brad, not a stranger to the house, says, "I'll take LL upstairs and get him
comfortable!"

LL could hear the clink of glass, but didn't see where Samuele had gone.

Before Brad could bed him, Samuele was back. He popped open a bottle of
champagne and drank, "To long and lasting friendships!"

LL smiled, thinking they only got to know each other, Samuele moving rather
fast, but thought something was up, other than his dick, the glance he gave
Brad's way.

Things sped up though, Brad stripping off his briefs, tossing the cowboy
hat, which landed perfectly on the stake of a clothes rack and then helped
himself to the center of the bed, saying, "Well, gentlemen, come and join
in the feast!"

Back at one of the poolside cottages, some of LL's team had mixed with a
scattering from Gibs security, laced with one or two Rufghup and farm
hands. Way back when, a cabin could support a family of 8. Tonight, fifteen
were squeezed in, tighter than a can of sardines, bare bods mashed together
on beds, the floor, against a shower wall, wherever the action was
happening.

Up against a wall, quite to Alex Cobb's surprise, he had the foxiest of
LL's crew working his hairy, beefy bod, with only a guess to why he should
be so honored, "My, my, you sure are frisky, Gio!"

Taking Alex's hairy pecs in each hand, Gio worked them roughly, "I love my
men both... beefy and hairy," he slips his head down, placing his whole
open mouth over a pec, tongue targeting a buried nip.

"Oh shit could I get so used to this," Alex gasps, the 36year old muscle
bear gasps.

However, it wasn't only Alex benefitting from the sexual `trauma', one hand
slowly working Gio's 7.5c, the other cupping supporting ballsacs. Both, the
fury of being worked, but also the feel of the sport, handling balls and
bat, made him fall prey to Gio suddenly digging into his briefs.

Coming up for air, rather swallowing saliva, Gio states, "Oh now, these
have `got' to come off!"

Towards the entrance of every cottage, was a small space, caged in by a
separating wall to the rest of the cabin, meant for privacy, in case one
person needed it. In this space were a small desk and chair. Glancing
beyond the wall where Gio held Alex's bod captive by his ministrations, he
sees a lone figure at the desk, disengaged from the roomful of sex-seekers.

Alex felt the stiff clenching of Gio's nuts relax, when he observes, "Don't
tell me your boss is all work and no play?"

Sitting at the desk, Birch was relaxed in his own way, even though still in
uniform. Going over statistics on his laptop, he did feel a little clammy,
unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from the confines of his pants.

Alex fills Gio in on, "Birch isn't like most of the rest of us, more
interested in finding a closed, long term relationship."

"Who isn't these days?" Gio smiles at Alex.

"Hell, Gio, you with your looks," Alex's eyes travel down Gio's bod, "your
physique," lower, "what you own," Alex's hands were still trying to keep
Gio hard, "you can any man in here?"

Smiling, his hands working Alex's hairy pecs, "But I don't `want' any man
in here!"

It's strange how they gravitated towards each other. Standing in the pool
and chatting up another guy, Gio changed direction, from perusing the pool
loaded with bods, to focusing on one man. Hairy, freshly doused by the pool
water, suddenly Alex Cobb became Gio's only interest.

"Are you drunk?" Alex questions Gio.

"Not any more than any other guy is," Gio replies.

"Oh," Alex exclaims, "um, like I think you are a lot more sober than most
of these guys!"

Gio follows Alex's eyes over his shoulder. True, his back was to the
hijinks going on behind the backside and in turning, hadn't realized things
had progressed as far as they did, "Daymn!"

Beer had sure worked the minds and souls of farmhands, security people,
Gio's co-workers and Camp Rufghup personnel and campers. One would never be
able to draw the line of who was who, even though Gio could pick out his
crew.

Seeing Gio hold his tongue to the corner of his mouth, Alex asks, "You want
to go join in, Gio?"

`Tempting', he thought, but turning back to Alex, "Nah," back of his
fingertips plane down the sweaty fur-trail, "I think I'll stick with what
I've got here."

Though, he did look through the corridors of the open door again, which
made Alex think, "You know, sometimes I worry about Birch myself?"

Switching his gaze back to Alex, Gio says, "Y'know, a man his age shouldn't
be keeping himself to himself?"

Alex very well knew he had something good going with Gio, but then received
mixed signals, knowing his boss and his muscled suitor were closed in
years, separated by not more than a year or two, as opposed to their own
ten year difference. However, a person can't stop fate, "Maybe you should
do something about it?"

Placing both hands on Alex's shoulders, caressing each as he drops them,
"Yeah, I think we should!"

"`We?'" Alex questions, feeling a tug on his left arm.

Alex didn't fight the feeling, Gio pulling him around to face the opening
between them and Birch, giving his tush a little push.

At first he wasn't sure, thinking of it as a sweet, gentlemanly thing to
allow him to go first through the door, but then Alex found it more of an
opening up for Gio, possibly as an introduction, since he knew Birch
more. However, Alex turns the tables on him, "Uh, Birch, Gio has something
he wants to tell you."

"Uh, okay. Just a second," Birch does some typing, apparently closing out a
file he was typing stuff into. With a final letter, he closes his laptop,
turning about in his chair, saying, "What's up?"

Of course, being a gay man, how could Birch not act surprised, gazing upon
two hot men, smooth and hairy, one with a more defined bod, but
nonetheless, totally in the buff and somewhat `erect'.

Gio had noticed, even though Birch had dressed himself after swimming, the
parting of shirt show some dampness, "Um," he stuttered for lack of instant
words, "aren't you going to come and join the party?"

As forewarned by Alex, Birch says, "Not much into parties."

He didn't elaborate, which for Gio's sake he didn't need to. Yet, with
insider information, Gio can frankly say, "Well then, why don't we go
somewhere more quieter?"

If it were only Gio, Birch might have thought the `we' to mean two, but it
wasn't only Gio he trained his eyes upon, "Fine. You and Alex go have your
fun and we can meet up tomorrow and talk?"

Figuring Birch was getting the wrong idea, Gio says, "I wasn't talking
`business' and I didn't mean only Alex and myself?"

Right now, Alex was getting mixed signals, though he wasn't opposed to
developing anything open, sharing with Gio. Fact of the matter, since Gio
was doing all the talking and whereas his `hot' boss was on the other end
of the conversation, he wasn't at all opposed to how things were ending
up. Yet, knowing how Birch could be relationship oriented, in a closed
sense, "Why don't you and Gio go have a nice night and I'll catch up with
you later?"

It had crossed Birch's mind, why Alex had followed Gio's lead, since he
knew his friend and employee was not the `runaround' type. Even so much
now, Birch says, "Oh no. I'm not breaking up what you two already have
going."

Then, what Alex has had pent up for years, "You know, Birch, it's only
because of business I haven't shown any feelings for you," he closes the
distance between him and Birch, but doesn't touch... not just yet!

Gio, unafraid to do almost anything, walks up behind Alex, creating a
sandwich between him and Birch, "See. We both care about you."

"What?!" Birch looks past Alex's face, after colliding.

There was nothing Birch could do, his back against the screen, Gio and Alex
pinning him to it. He could have fought it off, Gio's head slipping past
Alex's ear, hands pinning them all together in a three-way hug, but instead
of resisting...

"It'll never work," Birch says, after becoming unglued.

"Huh?" Gio says, still lost in the kiss.

Alex knew, "Why? Because you and Gio were getting all mushy and all I got
was my chest up to your hot flesh, Birch?"

Unable to understand or cope, Birch starts buttoning up his shirt, even
though crookedly, "I gotta go."

Dashing out the door, Gio asks, "Did I do something wrong?"

Alex replies, "Birch, he's a very sensitive person." Turning away from his
boss' exit, he asks, "Do you like him?"

With the wrong impression, Gio says, "I like you more."

Knowing Gio fibbed, Alex puts it into perspective, saying what he thinks
Gio neglects, "Well, I like Birch, but I like you too. I don't think you
think any differently and if it's the case, I think we should both act now,
before it's too late!"

Finding it the case, Gio says, "Let's go!"

Instead of a contest, each made the other pressed forward, then both
catching up with Birch at the same time. Tagging him on both left and right
shoulders, put Birch into a tailspin, sweeping him right off his feet.

Sitting on the ground, in an inverted spider position, Birch looks up at
the two, "Well, who's going to offer me a hand, first?"

The two numbskulls crashed into each other reaching for Birch at the same
time. In the time it took to pardon each other, Birch was on his feet,
slipping palm over palm to erase the dirt.

Walking right around the two, Gio says, "He's getting away!"

This time Gio left it up to Alex, "Hey, wait up boss. We want to talk with
you."

"About what?" Birch asks, turning around, an annoyed look on his face.

"Tell'em," Alex turns the soapbox over to Gio.

Telling like it is, or how Gio supposed it should go, "Alex, he's had his
eye on you for awhile, but me... you're attracted to me and I thought we
could all straighten things out and see where it goes from there?"

It seemed like the strangest thing to Birch, but he couldn't shake the
feeling back at the cottage, thinking he better get some fresh air to clear
his mind. It did occur to him, while finding something to keep himself busy
on his laptop, he should be back there having fun with his employees and
their new friends, "Back there at the cottage, I didn't want to involve
myself and get into something that later on I would regret." Turning to the
person he knew better, "Alex?"

The passing of the conversation, back and forth, it's what Alex thought
would happen, just not directed at himself, "Um, uh yeah... I agree."

Improvising, off of Alex's words, Gio says, "Me too. That's why Alex and I
wanted approach you, before you came back there and involved yourself with
us."

"Really?" Birch says. "How did you know I would want you two?"

Gio, more relaxed and never afraid to speak his mind, "Oh man was that
cold."

Rethinking it, Birch says, "Oh yeah. I guess it did come across that way."

"But we forgive you, don't we Gio?"

Folding his arms across his middle, Gio allowed his cupped cock and balls
fall free, "I don't think we're the ones who should be asking for
forgiveness?!"

He was playing hard to get, but never admit it, Birch saying, "So, what did
you two have in mind?"

Skeptical, being about ten years older than the two, Alex questions, "Are
you sure you're okay with two?"

"I'm an equal opportunity employer. I can like hairy and smooth," Birch
replies, smiling.

Gio gets the idea, "I think we've been had!"

With the in on things, Birch loaded the two in his car and they headed back
to Camp Rufghup. Arriving, they realize, "Looks like we're not the only
ones searching for a secluded place to hookup."

With truth to their thoughts, throughout the forest, cabins shone some sigh
of life, a light on somewhere in each of the log lodgings.

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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