Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 08:20:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee
Subject: Giv2GeT 03

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Giv2GeT 03

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

^o^

Following Ed all the way back to his office, Orrin Masters heckled the
director over not having a `boy' placed with him.

Ed had resumed drilling into Orrin's head, the fact he went way overboard
with the training last year.

"What about Declan?" Orrin tried matching his situation.

Breathing in Orrin's face, Ed says, "We're not talking about Declan here,
Orrin, we're talking about how you almost filleted a guy's back for the
sheer taste of it?"

Orrin couldn't back up the fact he got `a little' carried away with
punishing last summer, several applications of his favorite disciplining
tool, a leather strap. Rather than condemn himself, he rationalizes, "The
boy had it coming to him!"

"As you see it, Orrin, but in order to keep your ass out of a lawsuit, same
time appeasing the board of Camp Rufghup, which in their opinion you should
have been let go, I'm placing you in security with Guy Weck."

"Guy?" Orrin grew irritated. "I ain't takin' no orders from him, or..."

Literally backing Orrin up to the bookshelf in his office, Ed pressures
with his stomach, "No problem, Orrin. Y'know, it was the boy's father who
got you out of paying off a multi-digit lawsuit or doing jail time? You
have a fine military record, decorated for saving platoon lives, which you
could say is the saving grace, since the boy's father served in the armed
forces too. I don't see where love for his son would equal anything you did
to serve our country, but in his eyes, that's how it is. He didn't have any
problem with you being a member of security, as long as you didn't take
part being a counselor."

Orrin listened, listened well. Sure enough, running through his mind was a
lawsuit or incarceration, happy neither of those bounties were placed on
his head, simply stating, out of lack of words to express, "I see."

"For the moment you will be allowed to stay in the cabin normally assigned
you, but you will report to Guy."

It sucked, walking out of Ed's office, with all that under his belt, but
Orrin didn't lose all hope of having a `fun' summer gone to waste. He knew,
as part of security's function, any public display of misconduct, the
members of Camp Rufghup's security forces carried out punishment. Maybe
there was an in for him and his strap yet!

Entering his cabin, stripping off his shirt, unlacing his boots and
chilling out on his cot, Orrin smiled, thinking about the first camper who
tried an escape. There was at least one who always did!

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Back at his cabin, Avery Taylor sat at his desk and in between checking out
friends on Facebook, he read the camp handbook.

Slowly, he discovered much about the camp, not exactly a retreat out in the
fresh air, a pleasurable atmosphere of camping, hiking, wilderness skills
and an array of sporting events.

One of the coolest things, he found out from the meeting this morning, it
looked as if most, if not all, from the impressions he got, were gay. How
nice, since he was too! Backing him up, which tore his attention away from
both Facebook and the handbook, the others talking about sucking and
fucking, he sat back, hands behind his head, Avery looking into
nothingness, thinking on how hot it would be sucking some guy's hotdog, or
vice versa. He wasn't picky about getting hard and maintaining it!

A hand getting himself nice and hard, he got interrupted by a wrap on the
door, "Hey, Avery! You in there?"

First year at the camp, the 27-year old had no clue as to which tone of
voice belonged to whom. Being an actor, that was part of it all, knowing
the voice of a certain actor, so he could tell who was on stage, or off in
the wings.

Opening the door, he thought he remembered the cute dirty blond's name,
"Declan, is it?"

"Hey, how's it going?" Declan says, pulling the screen door open, jumping
up the three wooden stairs, skipping right over the second step, hopping
into the cabin itself.

"Good. I was just going over the handbook Ed gave us," Avery feeling guilty
he was almost caught doing something else.

Into himself, Declan exclaims, "Handbook? Read it once. Half the stuff we
do isn't even in there. Nah, if you need to know or don't understand
something, feel free to ask me!"

He's played many parts in the theater, thinking of two reasons why a man
would jump into another man's bed, unasked, "Is my bed as comfortable as
yours?" Avery towers over him.

"Could be more comfortable?" Declan applies a coy, sarcastic tone.

Being as blunt playing a certain character, gathering a world of knowledge
before acting out the lines, Avery says, "I take it your social call is
disguised as a way to get the new guy into bed?"

"Hell with the foreplay," Declan thinks Avery's being on the same railroad
track of thought, "let's get down and get dirty!" he sits down on the side
of the bed, pulls his tee shirt off, tosses it at Avery's feet and lays
back, "Where would you like to start?" Hinting, he unbuckles his belt.

He's `seen' this type of character, both on stage and in the reality of
life, played out. Though, he had to admit, Declan was moving way
faster. This could be an acting lesson in itself, depending on which way he
dove into the situation. Acting, he's played the guy who has lost out to a
dominant character, but being he had a choice in the matter, plus if he
didn't want to appear as being a certain kind of man, he better choose
wisely.

"Nice," Avery decided to play out the scene, eyeing up the pointy part of
Declan's briefs.

"Oh, you ain't seen nothin' yet, boy!"

There it was, `boy', Declan expecting him to fall prey to sucking up to
him, Avery saying as he reaches over his shoulders to pull off his shirt,
"Oh man, Declan," Avery loads on the charm, "you really know how to make a
man hungry!"

"Try," Declan says of, for the moment, parking his balls under the rim of
his briefs, "but unless you have a big mouth, you'll never be able to
tongue-massage these, except one on one!"

At the same time, as Avery ditched his shirt and started on his pants,
moving rather hastily, making like he was in a hurry to get on and get down
on Declan's 8c, "All a man can do is try!"

"That's the spirit!" Declan replies, firming himself up, but careful to not
stroke too much, wanting to get totally hard from a hot mouth.

After the meeting, Avery had more gravitated to those who were more quiet
and subdued. Even though Joseph Walsh looked like he could make a mountain
lion turn around in his tracks, he spoke, when he spoke, which wasn't much
other than in acceptance of the client awarded him, his voice was soften
spoken. He wondered how Joseph ever intended on turning a client's life
around, so low-keyed. He confirmed Joseph not like the rest of them,
folders out, holding up pictures, comparing clients, with forecasts of how
big there cocks were or hoping for a tight ass.

Gravitating in Joseph's direction, speaking with him, he supposes it's the
reason he was invited to come to Joseph whenever a problem arose, being his
first year at camp.

It was funny too, before he left Joseph's presence, he had analyzed each
one of the camp counselors, right down to himself.

Thus, based on Joseph's analysis, Declan was turning out to be just as the
portrait painted of him. First was stepping inside his cabin door,
predicted by Joseph, Declan wanting to claim every tenderfoot's ass,
because the season was in gear. And, as Joseph had passed on good
information, Avery was reacting to Joseph's words, `Either fuck or get
fucked, because once you got fucked, you will always get fucked over.'

Standing there in the buff, doing what Declan had been doing for the past
four minutes, Avery fluffed up his cramped crotch, first running a hand
under his balls, then giving his cock a stroking, spitting in his hand...

"Yeah, bring that magic wand over here!"

It made Avery smile, thinking Declan had nothing on him, when it came to
cock size. The one thing he had over on Declan though, is knowledge from
Joseph, of how Declan liked commanding the scene, asking as his knees
touched the side of the bed, "How do you want me?"

"Any way that gets your lips wrapped around me!" Declan replies, laughing
like he just said something pathetic about Lindsay Lohan.

"Cool!" Avery says, eyeing up the perfect of perfect ways in which to lie
in bed and pull off what he was about to do.

Lying there, both hands toying with his own cock and balls, it was a cinch
for Avery to jump into place...

"What the fuck, Avery?" Declan squirms around, his shoulders between
Avery's knees.

Laughing, Avery poured on the acting skills, behaving worse than Jason
Statham with a bad haircut, "And you thought I was hungry for cock?" he
laughed very evilly.

Declan shook his head to the side when Avery's cock touches his lip.

If Avery wanted to really make a nuisance of himself, all he had to do is
cave in, plop his ass right down on Declan's hairy chest, lean forward and
place his hands on the top railing of the bed. Then again, he was
compassionate, Avery not wanting his big sacs smothering the living
daylights out of his `prisoner'.

Suddenly, little did either realize someone sneaking in the door, until he
was standing right there, "Like.. oh.. my.. god, Declan!" Dwight slaps his
hands to both sides of his face!

"Oh shit! It's not what it looks like, Dwight!"

At that moment, Declan, summoning up all his powers, bucks Avery right off
his chest, sending him flying backwards!

Declan claims, grabbing his briefs, "Avery grabbed me before I knew what
was happening... Tell'm Avery!"

"Oh really?" Avery stood there, an angelic smile on his face.

Dwight claims, "It sure didn't look that way, Declan?"

"Will you for god's sake tell Dwight what happened, Avery?"

His mother always told him to tell the truth, that if you didn't, it could
come back and have bad repercussions. Avery took his chances, "I guess
there's no use hiding it."

Ready for things to go his way, Declan, after snapping the elastic of his
briefs to his pubes, about two inches south of his navel, he stands there
with confidence.

"Y'see, Dwight," Avery uses his charm, how he learned it could be portrayed
in acting, placing a hand on a man's shoulder, taking him into a state if
confidence, saying, "The honest-to-god truth, Dwight, Declan came here for
a blow job, so I was just..."

"You fuckin' bastard!"

Quickly remembering some Michael Dudikoff movie, Avery moved out of the way
when Declan came charging like a bull. He ran straight across the room, hit
the side of a table, which was not a pleasant impact, his chest pressed
against the top.

"Oh my Dwight, isn't that a pretty sight," Avery carried on the sham.

Even though he had briefs on, Declan's mounds showed through the fabric so
nicely!

Declan slowly pressing himself up off the table, Dwight says, "You better
watch out now, Avery. You got the bull mad as hell!" He chickens out,
running out the front door!

Not giving up so easy, Declan makes another run, this time watching to make
sure Avery didn't dodge his attack.

"What's that, Declan? An Irish dance step?" Avery says, standing still.

Another fancy move, which could not recall where he saw it, if you hugged a
man around the middle, other than getting beat by clenched fists, it was a
lot more saving than an all out assault.

So, he allowed Declan to charge and when he did, Avery weaves his arms in
between the muscled swimmers bod, bear-hugging him, both swept off their
feet and into the bed.

Avery had to admit, it worked, though knew he would come out of this with
bruised ribs, unless he did something. Same time, he sensed Declan climbing
up his bod, aware eventually his cock would be aligned with his face. A
plan came to him when he felt Declan's hairy nip nudged his nose. With
split second timing, Avery snagged Declan's nip in between his teeth!

"Ahg-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-shit!" Declan cried out. "Let go, you fuck!"

Avery did, but pretty much was sure their would be hell to pay. True to his
own self-analysis, Declan slaps him in the side of the face.

Good thing Declan had his briefs on, for his own sake, for when Avery's
fist caught him under the chin, he fell backwards and if not for the cotton
fibers, surely he would have been impaled!

"Oh-my-god, oh-my-god," Declan lay back, dazed as he felt up his face,
making sure his teeth were still intact, that his jaw wasn't separated from
the rest of his face.

First reaction, Avery thought Declan would make a fast comeback, then he
was doomed. Instead of that scenario taking place, seeing the jingly things
his adversary had placed on the side table before they got started in all
this, he reaches for the metal handcuffs.

Sliding his legs out from underneath seemed to make Declan come back to
life.

He's only seen this in the movies, never tried it before, but Avery knew
there was a fake way and the real way to do stuff, like gut punch, whip a
back, etc, etc, but didn't dwell on it, react like his life was in mortal
danger, drew his knee up and stomped the heel of his foot into Declan's
`mid-section'!

Screaming out loudly, Declan rolled over so violently, he took himself over
the edge of the bed, rolling onto his stomach, holding all three portions
of his family jewels.

Strangely, Avery felt like the victor here, especially all the hearsay he
heard about this tough, fearless camp counselor, though knew there was no
turning back, if he valued his own life?

It was only a matter of probably one and half minutes, could be less,
before Declan reclaimed his honor, so Avery pinned him to the floor with a
knee, grabbed one arm, cuffed the wrists, then did up the other.

With Declan immobile, except for his mouth, hurling every four-letter word
in the book at him, plus five and more letters, he wondered what his next
step should be. Running out of ideas, his mind jumped to an ally, picking
up his cell phone and dialing Joseph's number.

When Joseph got the call, he said he `knew'!

Apparently Avery wasn't the only one with thinking of Declan going at him
like a shark to the scent of blood. With Joseph cutting him off, his hand
was on the doorknob of his cabin.

Right behind, Avery knew the key to the mystery, "Thanks Dwight!"

"No problem," Dwight replies, "you just owe me a blowjob," presenting it
wrongly, "I mean me... I'll give you a blowjob... if you want?"

Avery couldn't possibly condemn his savior, "We'll see, okay Dwight?" he
places his arm around Dwight's shoulders, in the proximity as close
brothers would do.

Right away, Declan, a little improved from the ball-bashing, addresses
Joseph, "Well, what the fuck you standing there for, Joseph? Get me out of
this!" and seeing Avery, "so I can kick him in the ass so hard he'll be
spittin' teeth!"

More akin to siding with Avery, Joseph says, "My oh my, Declan, it sure
looks like you're fuckt!" Joseph's index finger snuck under the elastic of
Declan's briefs, about where the manufacturer's tag lay.

Joseph was eating up the scene, finger following Declan's crack as he
lowered the briefs, watching the ginger-blond counselor wiggling around
like a fish out of water, pulling at his wrists, which Declan should know
you can't bust yourself out of metal handcuffs.

"Dwight!" Declan made a last ditch effort.

"You got a key?" Dwight said, not because he wanted to defy those in power
at the moment, but curious of where it might be.

"Dammit! It's in my pants pocket. Get it!"

Joseph cooly says, "Gimme his pants, Dwight."

Watching Joseph look through the pants, Avery says, "I think I'll be
going... like to New York or someplace safe!"

It was sickening to Declan to lay there, hands clasped behind his back,
powerless to be the mean son-of-a-bitch he could be, watching Joseph hold
his own pants in one hand, reach over to Avery, grab his neck and bestow a
kiss on him, Joseph saying, "You have a safe haven with me."

"Wow!" Avery says, licking the kiss on his lips.

Finding the key, Joseph says, "Uncuff him Dwight."

"What?" Dwight didn't believe it.

"Now you're talking sense, Joseph!" Declan looks right at Avery, an evil
grin on his face.

"Um, wait one minute, Dwight."

At Avery's request, Dwight looks to Joseph, who holds his hand up to
`stop'.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to remind Declan what he's up against, in case
he `should' try to do something malicious?"

Dwight and Joseph could only watch and wonder, Avery hauling Declan's
squirmy bod up, placing him against a pole. When Joseph had mentioned
allowing Declan to go free, he realized it wasn't Joseph's place to protect
him, that he had to fight his own battle. Pooling together all his
resources, from all the theatrical or Hollywood productions he's seen or
ever worked on, plus some stuff he picked up at the gym, he first gives his
best tough guy impression, "Dwight?"

"Yes, Avery... I mean, `sir'?"

"Take off."

Like Joseph was reading Avery's mind, when Dwight starts to undo his
buckle, he says, "Not your pants, dimwit! Get out of here?!"

"Oh sure," Dwight rethreads his buckle, "I knew that!"

"And now you, Joseph?" Avery asks a little more kinder.

"Why? No one's going to believe you, unless you have a witness?"

Avery stood there, Declan having slid down the pole, squinting at Joseph.

Telling Avery the thoughts on his mind, Joseph rattles off, speaking loud
enough so Declan could get it through his head, "How about I hold him,
while you work him over a little, then we'll both hump his ass over the
table. Doesn't matter to me whether you or me goes first, unless we both
want to go at once, but..."

Declan protested so high and mighty, his leg accidentally kicks Joseph,
jackknifing him to the floor. However, it wasn't to Declan's advantage,
Joseph's ass falling right between Declan's legs!

"Ak-k-k-k-k-k-k-oh-h-shit-shit-shit!" Declan screams

He couldn't believe how callous he could be to the sounds of another man
being `tortured', Joseph's butt, butt-kicking Declan in the balls, Avery
finds himself, joking in the face of Declan's misery, "Justice served?!"

"I've made a decision," Joseph says straight faced.

"You're going to New York City with me?"

"What's in New York?"

Avery replies, "Work? Like I'm an actor? It's the difference between a roof
over my head and living under the Brooklyn Bridge?"

Smiling, Joseph says, "I'll hold him down and you fuck him!"

Leaving Declan to his misery for the moment, Avery takes Joseph over to the
corner of the room, "Um, I'm not really into fucking guys, Joseph, so..."

"Well you better change your mind and fast, unless you want to be eating
out of that bastard's ass for the rest of the summer?"

"Yikes! You think that'll happen? I'm like... allergic to chocolate!" Avery
turns gross.

"Avery, why are you here?"

Damn, he had let down his guard for one minute, all it took for Joseph to
figure him out, a little, "Um, for the acting experience?" Avery not so
sure he wants to follow through.

Keeping his voice mum, Joseph says, "Well, my friend," Joseph more treated
him like a bosom buddy, arm around Avery's shoulder, patting his stomach as
if a favorite stuffed animal, "if I were you, I'd sharpened up my whit and
put on the best acting skills. Go for what you set out to do, instead of
being a quitter. There's enough of them around?"

It gave Avery new meaning to the word, `woos', "Um, can you sort of write
me a quick script, Joseph?"

That Joseph did, Avery following it to a tee. Walking over to where Declan
tried keeping his legs closed, Avery reaches down, grabs him under the arms
and using a fool proof method provided by Joseph, squats as if he were at a
gym and using his legs, brings his victim up to where he's standing against
the pole once more, commenting to his inner self, `It worked!'

To let Declan know who's boss, Joseph suggested socking him in the stomach.

Watching, a hand down his open pants, Joseph watches as Avery pulls his arm
back and more than his expectations, tucks Declan's stomach in, to the tune
of a long belch and then bellyaching, declaring, "Ooh that was a good one,
Avery!"

"Um," one hand still holding Declan up and as Joseph suggested, if he
starts to slip, stick a knee between his legs, catching him in the crotch,
"thanks... I think!"

Then came some dialogue, not exactly as Joseph had sketched out, but close
enough, "You want my cock, boy?"

After having his crotch slammed into the floor, then royally squashed under
Joseph's butt, then the hammer to his gut, Declan was quite worn down. So
much, Avery did have to feel balls on his kneecap.

Next cue, Declan not responding, except moaning, Avery picks Declan up,
under the chin, delivering half a message, "I didn't hear you... oops!"

Ready to deliver another grueling message to his victim, Declan slips down,
right out of Avery's grip.

Joseph smiles a toothy grin, thinking Avery needs lots and lots and lots of
practice before pulling off the role of a rough and tough master, "Nice
move, by the way!"

Turning to Joseph, Avery `practices' more, "Fuck you!"

At 41-years old, Joseph had just about called it quits, thinking about a
hot man to hook up with... until he found out Avery was a `real guy', not
putting up any facades, down to earth, not to mention fuckin'
handsome. Like, he had to self-analyze the situation when he dared to steal
a kiss, but right now he wanted to do more than that. And just now, Avery's
`threat', `fuck you', might just be he's not quite old enough to have his
cherry swiped out from underneath him!

He toyed with Avery, "So, what's your next big move, hotshot?"

For a minute there, Avery thought Declan was going soft, but then with
renewed effort, the slander became reborn.

"Oh shit!" Avery says, when Declan leaps at him, like an alligator in the
swamp.

Joseph just stood there, arms folded across middle, smiling.

His ultimate goal was to have Declan slung over the table, but as Joseph
had given leeway, a little `torture' preceding the ultimate act, would fare
better in the long run. It's why, Avery was following Joseph's `script',
allowing Declan to get the edge.

And it worked!

Allowing Declan to get to his feet, he charged Avery, even with wrists
cuffed behind his back, pinning him against the wall with his shoulders,
one right under Avery's chin.

"Stupid move!" Joseph called out, meaning Declan.

"Fuck you, Walsh!" Declan replies.

Avery was a little worried, Declan catching him in a choke hold, head
pressed up against his windpipe, between chest and under the chin. However,
whatever move Declan could muster up, he didn't have the power of his hands
for protection. Peering over Declan's shoulder, Avery watches Joseph
smiling, making a fist and punching his other palm real hard. `Okay', he
thought to himself and without further hesitation, Avery makes two fists,
delivering them hard to the sides of Declan's ribcage.

Clamoring in pain, Declan backs off by inches.

With haste, like a one-two blow, Avery follows through on the final act of
Joseph's scripts, runs around behind him, while Declan is bent over and
simmering in his own pain, butts him over to the table, feeling his cock
press against the woven fabric, until Declan's stomach hits the edge of the
table.

"You got him now!" Joseph calls out, like they were at a fight, Avery and
Declan in the cage!

Much to Avery's amazement, at the beginning of all this charade, he
wondered how he was going to get it up, finding he was really hard, so hard
his cock now stood out straight.

"I've got'em," Joseph had walked over to the other side of the table and
grabbed hold of Declan's shoulders. Would have been nice to drop his own
draws and while Avery is taking ass, he could conveniently slide his shaft
down Declan's throats, but knew under these circumstances it would be quite
risky! "Well? You going to get on with it?"

"Now?" Avery asks, biting his lower lip.

"No. When we get to New York!"

It threw Avery for a moment, a personal reflection, asking, "Really?"

"You going to fuck him or what?"

At that moment, Declan started thrashing about.

Avery knew what to do. Trying to leave Declan without a leg to stand on, he
kicked them both apart.

Strongly suggesting it, Joseph points out, "Um, want to take his briefs
down before the legs get too wide?"

"I got another plan!" Avery was proud of himself, reaching right into the
crack of Declan's briefs, creating a hole and then ripping the tight briefs
apart.

"Hmm, looks like I'll have to edit my script!"

It made Avery smile and even though it wasn't turning him on to fuck
Declan, even the sandy-haired melons were quite ripe, he started to do what
a real man's gotta do...

"Excuse me? I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"Ed!" Declan yells out, like the delivery guy who drives the beer truck had
just arrived at his door for the leather party.

However, it wasn't only Ed Farley who had walked through the door.

All eyes on Ed, Joseph's eyes were on the other guy, standing right outside
the door, visible only because he could see over Ed's shoulder. The other
guy a stranger to the camp, Joseph could swear he had seen him
before. Rather than tangle into matters which pertained to Declan and Ed,
he let up on the shoulders.

Avery backed away. He thought for sure he was in deep shit with Ed, until
the camp director speaks. Secondary thought, hold in the abs and get ready
for a gut workover, Avery tenses up.

In total shock, Avery is whacked out of his gourd, Ed laying a gentle hand
on his shoulder, and summoning the dude at the door, walking up the steps,
"I think Zack owes you a debt of gratitude, Avery..."

"Huh?"

Joseph was just as mystified, "What gives, Ed?"

"I'd like to introduce you to," Ed had written his own script, "to Zack
Black."

"Zack Black?" Declan recalls the camper assigned to him, from out of his
manilla folder. "He's mine!"

"Correction," Ed says, stutters, "rather you are Zack's?"

"What the fuck you talkin' about Ed?"

Without reserve, Zack, who wore the same cowboy hat as the picture in his
folder, walks over to Avery, saying, "Thanks for cuffing him for me. I had
this long scene drawn out, slipping some pills into his beer, but this will
work out just as good!"

Ed, smiling, says to Declan, "I guess you were too stupid or dumb,
whichever is the case, to get the connection, Declan? Zack Black and James
Black?"

It's then Declan, could be called stupid, dumb or worse, a dumbass, seeing
the resemblance, "You're..." he gulped, "family?"

Walking up to Declan and without reservation, Zack slaps Declan hard across
the face, "You got that right and when you hurt my brother, you hurt me!"

Ed, Avery and Joseph just stood there, watching Zack pick Declan up by the
hair and plant a fist in his gut. He wasn't so chipper to begin with, after
all the rough-housing, falling forward, dropping to his knees, then keeling
over onto the floor, Zack making a last minute move with his foot, Declan's
face falling on his toe.

"Lick it, bitch!"

"Shit!" Avery says.

"Better yet," Zack motions with his fingers for Avery to approach. Ignoring
Declan for a second, Zack takes Avery to the side, caresses him, saying,
"Thanks very much for helping me out."

"Like, what'd I do?" Avery contests.

"Saved me a lot of time and effort. I owe you one," he places another kiss
on Avery's lips. Breaking, he says, "I can only stay a week, but by the
time I have to go, I'll have him eating out of your ass."

It was said with much confidence, it even impressed Joseph. So much, as he,
Avery and Ed walked out of the cabin, he says to the other two, "What a
man!"

Ed knew he meant Zack, but twisted it around, "Good you feel that way about
Avery, Joseph..."

"But, I..."

"...because we just gave his cabin away to Zack and he'll be bunking with
you!"

As Ed walks away without flinching a muscle to turn around, Avery is
asking, "What was that about?"

Watching Ed fade out among the evergreens, Joseph says, "It looks like my
boy Eddie is sleeping on a rug in front of the fireplace!"

Thinking about it, Joseph not batting an eye with knowing he had a new
boarder, Avery asks, "By the way, when do I get to fuck you, Joseph?"

Looking to Avery, the smile on his face, Joseph just knew, "You better be
joking!"

"Yeah, I am," Avery replies, running the back of his hand clear up Joseph's
hairy trail, a knuckle in the navel, sweeping right up to all that chest
fur!

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Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee

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