Date: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 14:13:36 -0400
From: T.CHASE MCPHEE
Subject: Giv2GeT 08

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Giv2GeT 08

WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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%

Unknown to anyone in the mess hall, Ed was not out on the camp grounds,
giving the new security personnel the guided tour. He had used it as an
excuse, while he slipped out of camp and met with Cyril Bouchiere and Bart
Richter.

Originally, at the mass meeting with the counselors, Cyril's name was
brought up as a being a `camper'. Bart, too, the same ranks as Cyril, to
attend camp and be converted into law abiding citizens, with their trainer
leading them with an iron fist, making the 2 thugs tote the line, a
bullwhip to help forget their evil ways, none other than Dwight's tough
exterior to mend their lives!

With concrete, intentional thoughts, gathered when Ed had thought about
putting in his last year at Camp Rufghup, Dwight's welfare had been on his
mind. Thinking on it, he painted a picture of Dwight in his head, based on
their working together for numerous years. In that first year they shared a
camp experience, Ed already having an opinion of Dwight, a follower, as
opposed to a leader.

When he walked in the motel lobby, seeing Cyril and Bart talking, he knew
one of two would be a good contender for Dwight. A little slow, there was
nothing wrong with Dwight's anatomy. Matter of fact, having seen tons of
cocks over his deployed years at camp, counselors and campers part of his
grouping, no of them had anything over on Dwight, in regards to `size'. A
plus for Dwight, he was really good looking and... Ed loved furry dudes
with a slight paunch. When it came down to it, he could very easily fall
for a guy much like his own physique!

"So," Cyril says, after hearing Ed's proposition, "I'm playing the part of
the tough, evil-minded camp counselor and Bart here will be my accomplice?"

Bart could have contested Cyril winning first place over him, but at
52-years old, there's nothing he would like more than being a little lower
in stature. According to Bart, they both would pass as muscular build, but
he was sure Cyril, who happened to be younger, 32, had much more of a
muscle-mass advantage.

As for Ed, "Do we know for sure you are both tops?"

Cyril was. Bart was questioning. He had never met Cyril, so didn't have a
clue to how he could react, but the big, top heavy build, baseball cap,
beard and a nice, noticeable crotch, Cyril was definitely in the `hot men'
class, on his page. If anything, had they some time to spend together, Bart
was sure he'd get fucked first. However, for right now, Bart was agreeing
along with Cyril, on the `both tops' question.

"For the amount of money I'm making, I better be the fucker and not the
sucker!" Cyril laughs.

"Yeah, me too," Bart agrees, slightly less enthusiastic!

"Then it's your choice," Ed says, "if you want to step in tonight and meet
up with Dwight, or tomorrow when the campers arrive?"

Cyril was about to agree with Ed, on meeting Dwight tonight, Bart putting
his two cents in, "Do you think we should get a good night's sleep and meet
face to face, refreshed?"

"Might be a good idea," Cyril replies, yet he could tell Bart was hiding
something, the kind of thing which could make a man feel hesitant in
drawing his own conclusions.

"Tomorrow it is," Ed replies, getting up from the table of empty beer
pitchers.

With Ed out the lobby door, Cyril says, "I better turn in."

Bart hits him back with, "Without me?"

It made the 32-year old smile, saying, "Depends."

"On?"

"How tight your ass is!"

%

Only Declan knew the clout Ed had at Larregina's Lumberyard, but wasn't
letting on to what the exchange rate was for a hefty discount, nor hinted
how the camp paid off its tab every summer!

All LL could understand is, he didn't have to use his own credit card,
standing by, `in case', having emptied out half of the lumberyard. It was
more than their trucks could handle, LL saying, "Thanks," shaking the more
outspoken of the Larregina brothers' hand for all his help.

"My pleasure," Samuele replies, eyeing up LL's ass, on the rebound to the
trucks. It's not the last he'll being seeing of the hot stud, offering to
bring the balance of the load by, in the morning.

His more subdued partner and brother in the business, Andres didn't say
much as he shook LL's hand. He certainly did not put on airs, `winks', `a
sexy smile', not made any inferences and rather than pass himself off as
what could be determined, a sexy man in bed, he tells LL, "By the way, from
what I picked up from your men, I understand this is for construction of a
makeshift bootcamp event. I've been there myself, if you need any help with
the planning?"

Glancing to Samuele, with obvious intentions of trying to hit on the other
men in the group, LL says, "No strings attached?"

A smile, not to be interpreted as trying to get a man to roll in the
sheets, Andres puts it bluntly, direct reference towards his brother,
having glanced at him, with apropos timing, "I'm more into chatting over a
cup of black coffee," nodding his head to his right, in Samuele's
direction, "than shallow talk, with too much creme mixed in?"

It took him a minute, LL translating the mixed message as clear as black
and translucent, which draws a picture in his mind of runny egg whites,
slightly whisked.

He doesn't know why, but he often thought the other way around, whisking up
a high profile protein breakfast, without the yolks, a bunch of air-whipped
egg white looking like something else, which could make LL smile!

Regardless, LL told Andres he would give him a buzz when they got to the
execution stages of the course, both exchanging cell numbers.

Back at camp, there wasn't enough daylight remaining to unload, leaving the
trucks by the mess hall.

Normally, Joseph, Declan and some of the others would gather `round the
campfire with `Jack Daniels', boasting about how they were going to
`transform' campers, based on how it went years past.

With Ivan and Vincenzo defecting to work at another camp, the news only got
worse, Ed confronting the band with a grim face.

"What's up?" Joseph asks him, knowing `something' was!

"That camp!"

"What camp?"

Ed says, "The one Ivan and Vincenzo got a better deal from. Well, I just
got three letters of resignation from Billy, Pete and Ross. They've shipped
up there as well."

On his fingers, Joseph does the math, "That leaves us with, me, Declan," he
glances at him, "Avery, Guy, who else?"

Avery mentions, "What about Orrin?"

"No one has seen him around," Ed says. "I wouldn't put it past him to head
up to the new camp himself. I hear they are running it like a military
facility, but only worse. Trust me, Orrin will fit right in!"

For now, Zack kept his mouth shut. Declan went to say something, Zack
nudging him in the ribs, shaking his head, `no'.

"What about Arch?" Joseph tries to help out.

"I need Arch at the mess hall. For now, meals, he's it," Ed replies,
knowing Arch had gotten into the chefdom kingdom over the year and
requested to try out his cooking skills on the camp. Just as well, because
Ed could not `find' the cook who was on hand last year.

They all stood there, LL seemingly taking command, "How about us? We're
here for the whole summer and not doing much of anything?"

It hadn't occurred to Ed, LL and some of the others, for obscure reasons,
had set foot on camp grounds, "You're supposed to be working out for your
wargames?"

"Warrior," Tom adds the correct term, "but I wouldn't mind helping out
either. I love boys!" he interjects humor.

"Don't we all?" Ed replies to that, asking some of the others, "What about
you, Zack? Are you headed home now that you've kissed and made up with
Declan?"

Zack couldn't deny it. Yeah, in between here and there, cabin-hopping, on
the way to and from the lumberyard, the two have stolen some affection off
of each other, "Hey, I love boys, too!"

It left one other person, "Speaking of reprieve, I'm revoking your
`sentence', Gabe and changing up your assignment. As far as we're all
concerned here, you're innocent until proven guilty and so far I haven't
seen any behavior which would prove otherwise, that you are not completely
rehabilitated!"

LL pipes up, "I'll take full responsibility for Gabe's behavior."

Joseph gets his digs in, "I bet you will!"

"What about me? No one said my name?" Jose says. "I mean, I wouldn't mind
helping out some cute boy?!"

With the change up in personnel, Ed had a relaxed meeting around the
campfire. Joseph had mentioned he forgot about Nick, but Ed tells him Nick
will be the liaison between Gibs Security and the camp.

It came time to turn in, the fire dying, Jack Daniels running on empty and
those assembled, breaking to their cabins. There was a bit of confusion,
because originally Declan was supposed to be `sleeping' in the cabin up on
the Northeast corner of the property. He could not very well stay there, as
the place was outfitted with equipment, looking like a dungeon, chains
hanging from the ceiling and a modern rack in place of a bed. Instead, he
and Zack found solitude in Declan's original cabin.

LL and Gabe shacked up with Tom and Jose, on the beds which broke down to
the floor. The four raved about the beds, not making as much squeaking as
before, with metal frames to the wood!

Avery had his cabin, but not as lucky as the rest, no cabin-mate!

It didn't last through the whole night. At four o'clock in the morning he
was woken up by voices, one being Nick Skorpos, entering the cabin.

He and the dude accompanying him were greeted by Avery in his briefs, a
baseball bat, ready for swinging!

"Oh! I thought you might be a bear," Avery let his guard down and his
weapon.

Eyeing Avery up and down several times, the dude says, "I'm your new room
mate, at least for tonight," though he already set his sights on longterm!

"Avery, this is Zack's friend, Vlad Bick."

After the short speech, Nick drops two bags on the floor and leaves.

With his foreign accent, which Avery couldn't tell what Euro country he was
from, looking upon the hot man, didn't really care at this point, says,
"Um, there's only one bed."

Vlad walks right up to Avery, puts his hands on him, says, "You're a hot
man. I don't mind at all!"

He wasn't sure if he was moving too fast, Avery's hands up Vlad's shirt,
while Vlad's lips cruised his neck and face. In fact, he knew he wasn't
going too fast, Vlad stripping off his own tee.

With the tee shirt half off, Avery started on Vlad's belt buckle.

In no time, they both were dropping their briefs, Avery kicking his up in
the air to catch it.

"Nice trick," Vlad says, "got any more?"

"Plenty!" Avery says, taking the initiative to hit the sheets with his
back.

Rubbing his hands together, Vlad says, "Mm, I like how you make your bed!"

Like the beds in the other cabin, as soon as jumped on the bed, sank his
knees to the mattress, the bed sunk to the floor!

"Oops!" Avery says. "Betcha we just woke up the whole camp!"

"At least scared the bears away!" Vlad says, not wasting any time, leaning
forward, laying his whole bod down onto Avery and gittin' wit' the kissin'!

^ o ^

Meanwhile, a few cabins away, each one set quite a distance apart, LL had
walked up to the door, threw it open, saying, "Welcome to the web, said the
spider to the fly!" he laughs.

Entering, Gabe turns right around, the screen door hitting LL in the fanny,
"There's something I need to say to you."

Already stripping off his tee shirt, the one the Warrior event sent him,
for being a timely applicant, reading `Warrior in Training', where it would
fall over the pecs, a squiggly trail of water down to the hem, LL says,
"What's up?"

"I want to explain about myself."

All afternoon, into the evening hours, both have enjoyed each others
company. Nevertheless, seeing LL as a `perfect man', came his own opinion
of himself, his background a portrait of less than a rugged individual.

"Ok. You talk, I'll strip!" LL sheds the shirt. "Whew! I think I'll be
needing a shower."

Which of all those gathered around the campfire didn't, after hauling
freight and then sweated up by the alcoholic effects of Jack Daniels?

To make it even more `ripe', as happened with them, it took leaning on
Gabe's shoulder to get LL back to the cabin, ripe pits playing a part in
the mixing of their mansweat!

"Right," Gabe agrees, "but there's something you should know."

Apparently Gabe didn't know what LL already knew, on his mind to hurriedly
get it out into the open.

"How about we shower, first?"

A man with a matter on his mind, Gabe couldn't stop LL, not that he really
wanted to, seeing LL strip off his pants.

Remembering, after his pants were at his ankles, LL forgot the
sneakers. Through hemming and hawing, he bends over, lifts the cuffs of his
jeans and unties them.

With dire need to get out of his head all the reasons LL and he should not
think about getting too close, it's the opposite of how Gabe was feeling
just now. The contours of LL's briefs clutched at the two mounds, a deep
line separating both. Only part of the equation of desire, in fucking that
ass, Gabe wondered about the oil rigging!

While having LL at a disadvantage, call it a fetish of sorts, Gabe walks
over, bends down and kisses LL's briefs.

"Oh shit!" LL jumps up, which almost causes him to trip over his own
trousers!

To his rescue, Gabe grabs at the lining of the briefs he's just placed his
lips to, "I gotcha!"

Reeling LL right back in place, he asks, "What was that all about, Gabe?"

"I really need to talk to you."

Perplexed, LL replies, "Um, do you always kiss a guy's ass to get his
attention?"

"No," Gabe just stood there, a smile on his face, because LL had such an
innocent look about him.

"It's hot in here," LL says, thinking it was getting hotter by the minute,
but sticky and feeling stale, "shower first, talk later!"

Following LL into the back of the cabin, Gabe wasn't doing much
preparation.

Turning on the water, all LL had to shuck was his Nouguet briefs, "Do you
plan on washing your clothes too, Gabe?"

A glorified top, Gabe couldn't help but want more than LL's lips or ass,
watching him go about hanging his briefs up on a little hook, testing the
shower with his foot, balancing on one and then step into the dimly lit
cubicle.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," he heard LL say, a sound much like a man who's cock has
been worked for an hour!

With sight and sound both, it helped firm up Gabe's cock, even before they
made it to the shower. Even with information about himself on the tip of
his tongue, his tongue yearned for another kind of taste. Hastily he
ditched his clothing, trying to fit every last piece on the one hook in the
cube, over LL's briefs. Entering the shower, he heard his pants fall on the
floor, the buckle making a jingle sound on the wooden planks, but he didn't
care at this point, because LL's hands were already on him!

"Feels good, don't it?" LL asks.

"You're soapy hands or the temperature of the water?"

Spritely, LL says, "Who am I to judge whatever feels good to you!"

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" it was Gabe's turn to croon, LL's hand scooping up both of
their cocks, a single hand underneath, playing up his balls!

"Like the attention, do we?" LL poses the question, already knowing the
answer.

Gabe forgot all about the few things he wanted LL to know, before things
got too advanced. Right now, in the intermediary part of their shower, more
rapidly along, he braced his hands on the wet walls, with LL slipping down
onto his knees. Play on LL's words, Gabe says, "I haven't had this much
attention in a long time."

LL knew it too. In fact, there wasn't much, in general, he didn't know
about Gabe. Not that he checked, but his little guardian angel, Jose
Bodego, did. Always on the lookout for him, knowing LL both on a friendship
basis, but also personal at one time of their history, there is nothing
much Jose wouldn't do for his loving friend. Much to LL's protest, it
always was the case, a guy getting too close, Jose had him checked out,
`just in case'.

So it happened, Jose getting on his cell, calling the main office, speaking
with the head of security, who funneled down the request to the private
investigating service they used for prospective employees in the hierarchy
of Justice Industries and because Jose had mentioned it was for LL's
benefit, in hours Jose had a call back.

Running through the woods earlier, Jose had caught LL's ears, to which LL,
not angry, but perturbed over the fact of Jose checking out his
`boyfriend', "Not again?!"

Regardless, LL was happy with the fact he hadn't picked up an ax-murderer
or some guy who would make love to him and then slip him a Mickey. Every
man had some kind of imperfection, else he wouldn't be human. He didn't
think Gabe was from another planet!

Although, sensing Gabe was on the brink, LL prepped himself for the
onslaught of creamy delight, but what he wasn't prepared for is Gabe's hand
on the back of his head and with bucking hips... it was a trip!

After evacuating the unloading zone, Gabe apologized profusely, hearing all
the coughing. Since he very well couldn't show regret in his uncontrollable
actions standing and LL still on his knees, Gabe lowered himself to LL's
level, "I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what got into me."

In between coughing up cum, LL says, "I think I've got an idea!"

>From the response, Gabe knew he wasn't in trouble, "I wouldn't do anything
to hurt you."

"I know."

Since they could feel the heat emanate from outside the shower stall,
specifically constructed to fit at least two individuals, while the shower
was in progress, they chose to sit, their backs against the wall, side by
side.

"We're wasting water," Gabe says.

"No problem," LL replies. Closest to the shower knobs, he turns one, which
happened to be the `hot', "oh shit!"

However, to their rescue, Gabe was light and on his feet, not only turning
the cold off, but making sure the hot water wasn't left on a bit.

>From LL's view, from the side, it still made him lick his lips, even
though Gabe's load wound up in his stomach, pouring out of his mouth and
assuredly, running down his chest with streams of water. He smiled,
thinking he could get used to pumping those balls dry!

"Sit back down," he took Gabe's hand.

"Don't you want to dry off?" Gabe countered the action, it looking like he
was trying to dislocate LL's arm-socket.

Winning out, Gabe turned round, his back inching it's way down the wall.

"So, what is this big secret you're keeping from me?"

"I wasn't trying to hide anything," Gabe replies, "except... things started
to get a little out of hand and..."

And LL `knew', "Let's skip that part!"

"Ok," Gabe agrees, continuing, "Tom knows why I'm here, but I'm not putting
it off on him to tell anyone, that..." Gabe took a deep breath, "the reason
I'm here, like the other guys coming here tomorrow, is a tradeoff in
respects, payback for lack of not being the person I could have been to
others, but especially my son."

He didn't get it till saying it, "That's funny, I thought you acted like a
perfectly normal, gay man?"

"I am.. I mean I did... I think I did. I found out too late, after I had
been married for a short time. His nickname is AJ, short for Alex John. It
wasn't till after AJ was born, that I realized I had made a mistake. I
don't condone the fact it was a lousy excuse for finding out if I was truly
gay, or bi, but it's the way things turned out."

LL knew there was more, saying, "Well, thank you for sharing that with me,"
he held Gabe's hand.

"There's more."

He knew there was, LL allowed him to tell his story, rather jumping in with
what he already knew, "Yes?"

"It was never really a marriage to begin with, but as time went on I
started to drink. From there things turned for the worse. When I drank, I
got angery quick. For a while she put up with me abusing her, but then took
AJ and went to her mother's house to live. Strangely, I didn't miss her as
much as I missed AJ. In order to get him back, I went on the wagon. I got
better. I convinced her to come home. Instead, she was in proceedings for a
divorce. Okay, so over time, the divorce became final, but I still had
visitation rights with AJ. Things went along fine, until AJ began growing
into a fine young man."

Right now, with whether LL was going to sit by him, by the time he unloaded
the rest of his horror story, or get up and leave him, well Gabe didn't
have much to lose as it is, but it would be nice to gain a friend.

"Is there more?"

Gabe says, "You're bored with my story?"

"Not really," LL says, doing something which mystified Gabe, moving closer,
putting an arm over his shoulder, instead of the opposite.

"You'll get up and run when I tell you what happened next?"

Wiggling his toes, LL replies, "Hope not. I don't have my running shoes
on!"

"On one of AJ's visits, he wanted to make clear something in his mind, that
his mother had mentioned to him. He wondered if I was straight or gay."

"I guess I know the answer to that," LL remained calm and serious, but
light in his response.

"I wasn't lying to anyone anymore. I came right out and told AJ I was
gay. You know what he said?"

It made for a good joke, but LL refrains from comedy, "Um-uh."

"He said, `dad, you're not going to believe this, but I am too!'"

"Sounds like a happy ending. Did he tell his mother?"

"That's part of it. No, he didn't. AJ said he didn't know how to go about
it, because he had witnessed how she treated me. Another thing, something I
hadn't realized, AJ was listening in when we had arguments, when he was
supposed to be in his room studying. He said he didn't blame me one bit for
hitting her when she would condone me for being gay. However, I told him
violence was not the way to go."

"Smart man, but you did resort to violence?" LL replies.

"Oh sure, but it wasn't only me, it was `me, under the influence', which I
know I was still responsible for my actions. Though, the judge lifted the
ban on visitation rights because I was sober for six months."

Moving on, LL says, "Anything else, except for living `happily ever
after?'"

"Uh, yeah. I know now I should never have done it, but it was born out of
love a father has for his son, only it took an evil twist. One day shy of
his eighteenth birthday, AJ was with me and said he wanted to go out with
his old friends from the school he used to go to, the ones he kept in touch
with after moving. He asked for some money, which I gave him. In gratitude,
he hugged me. However, this wasn't any normal father and son hug. Really, I
thought it was more AJ, than myself initiating the whole thing, but I went
with it. In no time we were both naked and in my bed. I think you can guess
the rest."

"Did you go all the way?"

"No," Gabe says. "Matter of fact we hugged, kissed and other than hands on
each other's cock to jerk off, that's it."

LL pops the question, "Well, if there was only two of you in the room, how
did it leak out you were in bed with AJ?"

"I don't blame AJ. I should have been a more responsible parent, but I let
my senses overrule my mind and... Unfortunately, AJ had a little too much
to drink and when in conversation with his pals, some of whom were gay, he
said he went over the edge when showing affection for his father. The next
day the police were at my door. AJ was really very protective of what we
did, but when his mother got wind of it, she used everything in her power
against me."

"And how did you wind up at Camp Rufghup? It's hardly hard jail time?" LL
asks, his arm still over Gabe's shoulders, holding the sweaty hand.

"Would you believe, I could have gotten 25 years?"

"And what stopped the judge from handing over the sentence?" LL asks,
confident of the outcome.

"Well, as it comes out, AJ's mother had threatened him with cutting off his
allowance... oh, I didn't mention my ex got married again, to a man who
owned a chain of businesses and they had a lot of loot in the bank. In
order to gain AJ's acceptance, he was showered with money and gifts. Not
that AJ is such a worldly teen, when it comes to stuff like that, but he
took what he could. When it came to losing college tuition, after the
mother threatened to do so, AJ did panic. I was really proud of him, even
though it was like the last minute, standing up in court and telling the
judge it wasn't my fault, that he had instigated everything, which wound us
up in bed, explaining he was a horny teen. To make a long story short, the
judge said he knew of a rehabilitation facility and that's how I wound up
here."

"Ready for my confession?" LL and Gabe sat there, lips shoulder width
apart.

"I've leveled with you. Why not?" Even though Gabe was sure this was the
beginning of the end.

"Jose."

"I know you and Jose are close. You didn't do anything wrong, did you?"
Gabe asks.

"No. Nothing like that. We did everything legal! What I was going to tell
you, not that I was responsible for getting everything off the ground, but
on his own, he had you investigated."

"He did, did he?"

"Yeah. I already knew about the court stuff, but it doesn't matter,
because," LL half-folds his bod over Gabe's, "it was too late."

"For what?"

He would not call it love, but affectionately, "Becoming friends."

"Does Jose always have guys you've met for the first time, checked out? Is
that like, protocol for your company?" Gabe asks.

"Not really. What I suspect is, Jose singles out the tall, dark and
handsome ones, allowing the others to slip by his radar!"

"What I don't understand is..."

"Oh, Jose, don't mind him. He's very protective..."

"No," Gabe refutes, "I didn't mean about Jose. About the judge sentencing
me to Camp Rufghup for 8 weeks. Do you know this is a camp for young guys
in trouble?"

"I think I heard Tom mention that, but as I understand it, you're not the
only adult male?"

"I think Tom mentioned `one' adult, but compared to so many other young
ones?"

"I'm not sure," LL replies. "I'd say, if you want to get to the bottom of
it, Ed Farley would be the person to ask. In the meantime," LL works his
way to his feet, "I think I've showered enough. How about you?"

His hand already the height of Gabe's head, LL takes his 5 digits, Gabe
saying, "Are you sure you're okay with everything I've told you?"

"Um, maybe one little mystery?"

"What's that?" Gabe asks, the two grabbing towels.

"How good are you at reciprocating?"

%

The night was not young, rather aging by the minute. As for life at the
camp, things began unwinding, cabins becoming quiet.

In town, at the motel Cyril and Bart stay at, the two had settled down in
bed, in each other's arms. Not tired yet, they had all intentions of
introducing themselves, intimately, to each other, but what got in the way,
were thoughts of what was expected of them by Ed.

"It's uncanny."

"What is?" Cyril, the younger of the two, asks.

Lying on their backs, each had taken to firming themselves up, Bart
pointing a finger, "Your cock and mine. If you're as hard as me, I'd say we
measure in at the same height?"

"Only one way to find out for sure," Cyril says, getting up, kneeling on
the bed, after throwing a leg over Bart's thigh, "Ready to find out?"

"Don't blame me if I spring a leak!" Bart replies.

Having seen quite a bit of Bart's wardrobe, a lot of leather items, he
chances diving into the subject deeper, "Well, if I had my way, you
wouldn't be allowed to come, not one bit!"

"Not even one little bead," the 52-year old looks up, "sir?"

Forgetting about their sizes, Cyril sits up, a smile on his face, "Suddenly
I'm not very tired at all!"

"Oh really?" Bart plays along. "Tell me what I need to do to wear you
down!"

"Got a nice flogger in my suitcase. Sure would like to make that ass red
before I fuck it!"

He knew what was turning him on, the sight of the muscle-cub, plus `the
talk', rougher than Cyril's calm, sexy voice as when they first
met. Backing off, Cyril says, "Then get that ass up out of the bed, boy!"

A little giddy, Bart says, "Is this how you're going to treat our
slaveboy?"

Out of bed, standing at attention, Cyril looked upon Bart as a portrait of
muscle-art, saying, "Y'know, there's not a lot of guys your age in top,
peak, physical condition as you?"

"Including what's hanging?" Bart worked a hand up from his own balls, over
his hard shaft...

"Did I say you could touch `there'?" Cyril says, unlike a real master over
a man.

In real life, outside of what was turning into a fantasy situation, when
Cyril frequented the gay, bdsm get togethers he was accustomed to, an
outlet for both pleasuring and being pleasured, 99% of the time he was the
man looked up to, the idol of many a man's turn on, whether Bart's age,
older or younger. Just once, he wished the tables to be turned. Remembering
Ed Farley's little interview with the two, Bart's uncertainty about being
able to pull it off as a dictatorial, dominating top, he thought it time,
to turn the tables on himself.

Walking over to Bart, "Reason I say that, is because," Cyril's hand
replaces Bart's hand, which dropped off when he reprimanded him, "maybe I
want it all for myself!"

With the whimsical notion, Cyril drops on one knee, lifting Bart's 9.5c
with the palm of his hand, slowly working it through his lips.

Bart had played both sides of the fences, top and bottom, or as he liked it
to play out, `master & slave'. Both varieties of roleplay would have worked
for him, but with sudden adrenaline rush, and other fluids, feeling wet
tongue from a young, 32-year old, "Yeah, work it!"

Cyril almost choked, but knew what would happen when a man's hand is placed
on the back of the head, face-forced into the pubic area, cock jettisoned
to the back of a bottom-boy's throat. It is why he often gave out the free
advice, for a guy to hold his breath, that he would not be keeping his cock
in a guy's throat for too long. Although, he thought Bart was pushing it a
little, time-wise and down the hatch!

"Oh, did I make you choke?" Bart was without remorse, grabbing Cyril's
hair...

Knowing how he did, sometimes the way Bart was treating him now, once a boy
knew how Cyril intended on putting him through, a boy got to know, the
feeling of a hand on the top of the head, grabbing up locks of hair, or if
the boy were bald, a swift shove from the back of the head, with a cock
point blank in front of the bottom victim, he `better' have his mouth open!

"UM-mm! UM-mm!" Bart made grunting sounds, each time he bucked his hips,
forcing his cock deeper down Cyril's throat.

With rest period, Bart being fair about all this, even though his fat cock
was receiving a helluva massage, "You've got a fuckin' hot mouth, boy!"

"Thanks. Hey, do you think we could take a little break?"

`Not at all,' Bart didn't say, instead, reached down and latched onto
Cyril's little nips. Using them as handles, he pulled the 32-year old to
his feet. Then, after teasing the nubs hard, Bart rubs a hand over Cyril's
pec-fur, bending to suck on the other.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Cyril signals pleasure, dropping his head back, hands over
Bart's hairy shoulders.

"Like that, do ya?" Bart says, changing nips.

"Hell-yeah!"

It seems, back over the years, even though his real intentions had been
`used or be used', Cyril outweighing which felt the utmost best to him,
right now he was loving the part he rarely played since, his teenage years,
when he fell into the bdsm realm.

Instead of this becoming an all out game of one person giving, the other
getting, things turned mutual, when Bart encourages Cyril to finger his own
nips.

Both standing there, measuring up about the same in height, it was like a
stalemate, Cyril's fingers and thumbs on Bart's nips, Bart mashing and
listening to Cyril moan!

Without a free hand to keep either of them hard, Bart says, "Imagine what
it's going to be like, having one boy service us both!"

"Yeah," Cyril replies, inquiring about the unknown, "do you think he's
capable of fitting us both in his mouth at once?"

Bart, with humorous expression, says, "If not, I'm sure we can accommodate
his ass!"

With that all said, Cyril says, "Which I could very well do right now,
without any problem?"

The way Cyril was looking at Bart, Bart knew he meant himself as the
victim, "Yeah, but too bad you're playing the part of the slaveboy," Bart
laughs.

"What makes you think we're roleplaying right now? Fuck, I thought we
dropped that game a half hour ago!" Cyril contests.

Right now, Cyril wasn't sure he was ready to pop his cherry!

"Hmm, I could force the issue, but, why should I?"

"What do you mean?" Cyril was leery of where Bart was going with this.

"Well, why should either of us take it out on the other, when we've got
Dwight?" Bart replies.

"Hey, if you haven't noticed, Bart, I'm like hard, now?"

"And what would be the difference if we started playing with our new
slaveboy now or tomorrow?"

"Still don't get you," Cyril stood there, lightly rowing his paddle.

"What do they say? Older and wiser?" Bart replies. "Like why don't we get
ourselves together and pay Dwight a little visit?"

"I don't have much to pack, in case you haven't noticed. Like what do I
need other than a bag of toys?" Cyril says.

"Exactly what I had in mind. How about we check out and `check in'?"

He sort of got it, Cyril really getting a clear picture, the two showing up
at the night clerk's desk, dressed in exactly what they chose to have on
when confronting Dwight, in about fifteen minutes.

"Can I help you?" the young college kid, working the night shift, asks.

Cyril would never had said it, but perhaps there was something to this
`older, but wiser' stuff, Bart saying to the dude, "Why don't you hop right
over that counter and get on my cock, boy?!"

`Oh my,' Cyril was thinking, wanting to be on another planet right now,
turning to look at a poster of the up and coming entertainment in the
lounge next week.

"Um," the apparently 20 or 22-year old flubs indecision.

"Tell me," Cyril studies every word of the poster, while Bart confronts the
clerk, "have you ever had experience gently unsnapping a codpiece?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the lad says, "What's a codpiece?"

"Hey," Bart calls for Cyrils attention.

"What?"

"Get this... this cocksucker doesn't know what a codpiece is?!" he laughs.

Top of the ladder when he wanted to be, Cyril says, "Why don't you cut the
guy a break and explain it to him?" Now sure the kid is at least
gay-centered, he walks over to where Bart stands.

With mixed meaning, the lad asks, "I'd sure like to know?"

However, this was not the time, all of them knowing it, the lad, who
happened to introduce himself only as `Roddy', a beautiful Indian youth,
shaggy haircut, long overdue 5 o'clock shadow, neatly coiffed in a suit and
jacket, says, "Is there anyway we, the three of us can get together after?"

"Sure," Bart has no qualms about it, "we're headed out to Camp
Rufghup. Find yourself a ride out there and the two of us would be happy to
educate you!"

"Um, like, without asking Ed?" Cyril questions.

Bart smirked, hoping Cyril would forgive him for this, but he wanted to
make an impression on Roddy, barking, "Did I ask your opinion, boy?"

If he knew it was coming, his tight core could have braced the put to his
gut, but out of context of the camaraderie they had developed, exhaling out
a toned belch, folding over in half and holding his gut, Cyril was hoping
there was purpose for Bart doing that...

"That was so hot!" Roddy says. "Hey," the clerk looks around, like, in case
there was anyone to pay attention, "can you do that to me?"

Helping Cyril up, unfolding him, Bart says, "See that? How something good
comes out of something we think can be so radically wrong?"

"Yeah," Cyril replies, trying to think up his own way of impressing the
Indian dude, "no problem, but you didn't answer Roddy's question?"

"What question?" Bart poses, thinking about how, sinking his fist into
Cyril's midsection, Roddy's comments on the rebound, throwing his mind off
course.

"What a codpiece is?"

One big difference about a punch to the gut, done on the spur-of-the-moment
and as Cyril was thinking, premeditated act, the deliberate grabbing of
Bart's shoulders and lifting his knee to the `codpiece'...

He had Bart on the floor, both hands between his legs, holding the place
where the snappable codpiece was positioned in Bart's crotch, Cyril doesn't
say `sorry', nor shows emotion, "That's a codpiece. See how some of the
snaps have come loose?"

Like, horrors on his face, Roddy exclaims, "But, you did it to him. I
thought...."

"You have to feel a person out," Cyril not explaining the two have met two
hours ago and haven't known each other for a lifetime, "it's like a give
and get response, which means you really have to know a person. Get it?"

"I think," Roddy replies, "um, like, how many of those can a man take?"

"Oh, well, he only wears one codpiece at a time, but I have seen where the
flaps of some chaps have snaps at the rear."

"No, I meant. He looks like he's hurt?"

"Nonsense," Cyril walks over by Bart, just getting up.

He had his hand out, all ready to help Bart with the last moment of ascent.

Taking it, Bart gets up, heaving his fist, again into Cyril's midsection.

"Ugh-h-h-h-h-h!"

Because he was oncoming, rising up, he catches Cyril's bod, right up
against his chest, Bart saying, "Oh, did that hurt?"

Witness to the whole thing, they weren't paying much attention to Roddy,
stroking his rod, feeling the sensation a guy gets, watching two guys go
malicious on each other. It could have gone either way, but for the 21-year
old cub, he had changed opinions about himself, in relation to the two,
depending on whether it was one getting a fist in the gut, or the other,
knee to the balls. All his life he had hopes of one day breaking out, free
of his thoughts, getting with a guy, in the hopes of exploring why it felt
so good to take pain, without making himself feel weird about it. At least
he now knew what a codpiece was, but what he didn't understand, after the
two finished working each other over, they were kissing, "Shit, that's so
bizarre!"

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