Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2010 06:48:44 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: PLaY FoR PaY 05 The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. PLaY FoR PaY 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "We didn't 'hurt' you too bad, did we Rick?" "Na-aw," Rick breathed hard, lying on the cement floor of the boiler room, "just give me a minute." He couldn't very well lie there, his back to the ground, not after Wali flinging his belt, catching him across the shoulder blades, or slightly below. His thighs to the floor, Rick held his worked over stomach with both hands, moaning. "Aren't you boys forgetting something?" Steve says, moving Hans aside as he's stroking his hard shaft. His hand coaxes Rick to flip over onto his stomach. Immediately he drops to his knees, right over Rick's ass. "Oh yeah!" Wali says in exclamation, he too swatting Hans to the side with the back of his hand, a fake slap to his gut. Hans, looking upon Wali's ass shouts, "Perfect!" Steve, he was already engaged in filling Rick's ass. Even though Rick had endured a grueling forty minutes of alternating, Wali delivering lashes to the back and Hans catching his stomach in the rebound with his fist, he still had enough fortitude to crouch up on his knees, providing the ideal positioning for Steve's battering ram. Not being the only one eyeing up Wali's ass, Wali looked down upon Steve, licking his lips and stroking, with such an urge to put his cock somewhere. Too, Wali knew Steve would not act kindly, putting it mildly, to him shoving his cock up Steve's ass, so he went about it very sneakily. "Watch this!" he turned around and softly spoke to Hans. Hans watched as Wali stooped down and before Steve could register his ass was on fire, "Oh fuckin' shit!" And with each shove of Wali's cock impaling Steve, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Pinned between stuffing his cock deep into the recesses of Rick's ass chamber, Steve- couldn't waiver a complaint, except verbally, not with the football frat's frame driving him onward. Now, to himself, smiling, rubbing his hands together, Hans figures, "Time to get even!" As with Steve, Wali doesn't have a chance. Except for the prospect of being very tight, he hadn't a prayer, Hans diving right into his ass crevice, him voicing opinion, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-oh shit!" At first Steve laughed, realizing what Wali was experiencing, but then again he experienced the blunt force all over again, almost a double cock invasion. First man to ever venture where others have dared and didn't succeed, Wali couldn't believe he was liking having Hans massage his inner ass. "I knew it!" Hans exclaimed, feeling Wali both push backwards and tighten 'the ring'. On the other hand, Wali wasn't about to mentally surrender, using as excuse, "How else am I going to plant my seed in Steve's ass?" And with warning, "As soon as I pull out I'm coming after you!" Rick kind of doubted it on account of Steve was sweetly working his ass over with hardly any force from behind Steve! % They had moved around quite a bit, Jac and his college football coach finally achieving a comfortable status. The eighteen year old, more in a reclining position on his back, as if working out at the gym, he parked his hands behind his head. Occasionally Jac would lift his head as he tightened his abs, looking up what he could already feel, John's lips assimilating a tight ass, pursed around his hard shaft. "Oh-h that feels so-o good!" he would exclaim, dropping his head back till it bounced on the rug. Too, for his coach, John slowly splayed the teen's legs in order to get a better perspective of cock-sucking. At first he was on all fours, but as things mellowed out and came together for both the one being sucked and himself, John slipped down to his bare bod to the rug. Occasionally Jac would smile, hearing his coach hum, a guttural sound of pleasure, working over his frat tool. "I'm getting kind of close. Do you think you might want to..." Sucking his team player off, fine, but as John pops off looks up at Jac, he asks, "I dunno. You want to?" Taking it as not really wanting to take his cock up his ass, Jac replies, "Um, maybe some other time." He does leave the subject open, "So how do you want to do this?" Smiling, John's hand also was full, him replying, as he now kneels, "Together?" "Cool," Jac replies, pushing up on his elbows, getting ready to jerk himself off. "No. Relax!" John says, at first pushing his free hand against Jac's chest, then taking up his cock. "Huh?" Jac replies, seeing John hold his cock and his own. "You're almost 'too big'." "Too big? For?" His question was immediately answered, the thirty-six year old coach's hand grabbing up two, instead of one. "Ready?" "I guess," Jac replies out of curiosity. However, right away he got back into the moaning, feeling a hand rubbing his cock against John's shaft-skin. In this erotic condition, it didn't take long before both were shooting, their creamy lava flowing down both slopes. "Oh man-oh man-oh man that was fuckin' hot!" Jac exclaims, his voice mellowing out, the breathing on the up. "Yeah," John replies. Neither thought about it, John lying down on Jac, or the teen burdening his coach's hairy bod. % As they cleaned the act up, Wali made light of plugging Steve's ass, Hans doing the same of Wali. Difference, Wali said he was going to get even, Hans saying, "Name the time and place!" As it would come to pass, that's how their relationship was to come to pass, sucking each other and then fucking each other. As for Steve, he wasn't forgetting the intrusion and not that it was only Wali taking his cherry, Steve had his eyes on key areas of both football boys' bods, mainly the big tight-clad balls and tiny nips. He loved taking boy-nips and making them nice and swollen, bigger than actual life. As for a man's balls, there were many options. He had acquired a contraption he saw online and sent for it. Two long pieces of wood, a hole carved out in the middle, a pair of balls captured between the two. Twisting and turning it, the wood could be stretched back and braced against a man's ass. Even though he let loose his third load for the day, Steve was getting antsy thinking about Wali's balls, grabbed up in the stretcher and taut, the two full sacs even tormented more with a quirt or whatever other devilish instrument of torture used to pound a man's balls. Hans had named the place and time, he and Wali grabbing up their clothes and heading back to the dorm. The two not even mentioning a word of thanks, well Steve would add it to their list of demerits once he got them strung up for his entire pleasure. Then, his foggy daydream came to conclusion, his mind set back on the situation at hand, as look back down at Rick, "You amaze me!" "You say the same thing every time Steve," Rick replies, sitting there with his pants on, but still bare-chested, as he puts his boots on. "Is it any wonder?" Steve says. "I know," Rick says, the same question recurring, him recuperating like almost nothing has ever happened. Standing, walking over to Steve, his superior putting his shirt on, "I'm very lucky to have a guy like you in my life." Too, Rick shares, "It's not every guy who has a special person in their life who cares as much about him to help fulfill his needs?" Putting his hand on Steve's shoulder, Rick was ready to do some sharing. Backing away, Steve makes it clear, "Having fun playing with your bod one thing, Rick, but anything else?" he meant intimate feeling and this is where the wagon stopped. Still, Rick smiled, saying, "At least we have a special relationship." The two knew, born out of the first moment when Steve caught two frat boys working Rick over, Rick's feeling afterwards. Too, incidentally, the two frat boys didn't get arrested, but Steve made sure they 'paid'. As for Rick, the twenty-nine year old was sure at the time he would be achieving a lifetime commitment, from all views of his needs and wants. This was like, his third or fourth time he approached Steve, being cast off when it came to something as simple as some sweet lip to lip action, not his lips to Steve's ass lips, but something more lovers would engage in. "Well, okay," Rick went over and grabbed his shirt, found the button side and began feeding his arms into. It's now, receiving the final brushoff, putting his whole arm into a sleeve, he finally felt the pangs of the belt used across his shoulder blades. He looked back at Steve, who apparently was too immersed in his over-swelled head and visions of 'doing' Wali and Hans, wasn't paying attention to his own plight. Strangely too, for Rick, the more he tried working his shirt around his beat and battered bod, the more everything hurt. Then, he heard the door bang, a sound like a gunshot, which made his heart race. Too, without a word of departing, not even a simple, 'Bye, Rick', he gave in to his own feelings, cursing rather than commending, "Yeah, fuck you too, Steve!" % "Strange." "What is?" Tom asks. Jake replies, "From the first time I saw you, from the way you conducted yourself, I thought you were a 'top'?" However, as Jake lay there with Tom between his legs, he became a believer, Tom's tongue slicking down his shaft, up the other side, or both lips pursed and moving back and forth the length of his tube. "I do," Tom gets a swift matter of opinion in. "Huh?" Jake says, wondering. After a little slurp, "I like doing both." "So you like getting sucked too? Cool!" Then, Tom looking at him, "Because I can get very oral too?" It was like asking, Tom making the ultimate gesture, getting up and switching his ass around. Going right for it, Jake engulfs Tom's semi-softness. Upon discovery, the two find out more than a few things. Wetting his fingers, Jake allows one, then two slip into Tom's hairy ass. He smiles, hearing Tom moan, which most likely means he's enjoying it. As for himself, when Tom ventures with a finger, Jake pops off, saying, "I don't think so," his hand right there at the door to 'his cave', to discourage Tom's roving hand. In lieu of the finger-fuck, both Tom's hands go to Jake's chest, the two little nubs embedded in the hairy fabric. "Mm-m-m-m-m-m!" Jake coos as he's softly sucking Tom's tool. Popping off, Tom says, "I think I'm 'near'?" "Me too," Jake replies. Trying to figure out what's next, Tom has already drawn the conclusion Jake doesn't like anything up his ass. As for himself, he's only been fucked once, Tom always wondering how it would feel again. At the time they were two sixteen year old boys. Now, even though Jake is eighteen, two years of growth of the male anatomy can be staggering. "Would you want to try me?" Even though two years older than he, Jake could read Tom's mind, wanting a gentle experience. "I'll see what I can do, but I don't know. When two guys get going at it, it's tough to hold back." Too, as Jake looked upon his twenty year old team mate he was seeing more than some quick sex. "I don't want to hurt you Tom." "I know," Tom replies, maybe seeing something beyond having some quickie sex. Getting up from their 6-9 activity, the two kneel on the bed, facing each other. Leaning towards each other their lips meet, break, then again. Soon, engaged in hand holding, they do it some more. Understanding what's happening here, Tom sinks down to lying on his back and lifts his legs. Staring Tom in the eyes, Jake shimmies himself up towards Tom, till his cock is within insertion distance. "Are you ready for this?" Jake asks, contrary to what he's been told, to 'shove it right in'. "Tickles!" Tom says. Of course, it could, Jake holding the tip of the bulb up, it already slightly red and now rubbing along the fibers of Tom's hairy ass. Jake replies, trying to label the terminology, the tip of his cock, "Kind of tickles my..." "Wait!" "What?" Jake says, jerking his cock away from Tom's ass. With a kid's angel face, Tom asks, "Let me see it again?" Sweetly, but with sarcasm, Jake says as he wanks it up, "Well you made me wait so long it kinda.... deflated!" "It's big," Tom remarks. "It's 'not' big. It was bigger before." A bit eager, Jake says, "Do you want it in you or not?" What cinched it for Tom, Jake attitude mellowing out, dropping his dick, bending in between his splayed legs, arms tangling up and the two sharing a sweet kiss. % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee `PLaY FoR PaY' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....