Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2011 08:52:13 -0800 (PST) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: WTF? 10 You know the drill: 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. "WTF?" 10 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Denji was quite attentive, listening to the plan Brad had for Mark's dilemma. Of course, he had to explain everything which transpired, from the dungeon to Logan's bedroom, of course leaving out the gritty details of the pileup, his shafting of Logan's ass, Mark licking his ass, trying to get his tongue in Logan's ass, Mark having to instead work his way around the circumference of Brad's thick cock, then assorted afterwards, after Brad speeding up the fuck-action, Mark doing Logan's throat, then a complaining Mark, who took it at both ends. Getting, what should have taken tens of minutes to explain, but eight minutes worth, the master of the house thrashes about Brad's plan, "So you tell me I should allow Mark stay on at the house and become `one of the boys'?" Marks puts in, "I'll pull my share of the chores too." "I could use an extra hand in the gardening?" Logan lightly suggests, scratching himself behind the ear, a nervous reaction. "This is all and fine, but then what do I say to his father?" Perfect solution, Brad replies, "You tell him he left early," making up as he went along, "uh, took a taxi." Defending, Logan says, placing his hands on Mark's shoulder, "Sure. Nobody'll know the difference and his old man will think he's `someplace' in the world?" Denji thought on it, glancing to Mark, Logan who stood behind him, then to his left, at Brad. He hovered there for a moment before saying, "I am taking a very big chance here, but... are you sure this is the right thing to do Brad?" Brad was surprised, Denji leaving the decision in the balance of his say-so. As with the dungeon play, he knew if what he believed in to be truth, he had to present himself with decisiveness, saying, "It's a good plan. I think we should go with it." First Denji raised his eyebrows, admiring Brad for sticking with his plan. Walking around to the back of his desk, he picks up the phone and presses a few buttons, reaching an extension somewhere in the house. Addressing a familiar person, Denji says, "Kenji, when the limo arrives to pick up Mr. Dubnikov, you will instruct the driver Mark had left earlier in a taxi." He waited for response. There wasn't anything but an `okay' on Kenji's end. "Kenji is okay with it?" Brad asks. "Kenji is a faithful servant. He acts without question," Denji replies. Feeling a little funny, Brad, thinking he's questioned Denji's authority, replies, "Right. Sorry." Knowing what the apology was for, Denji skips right over it, telling, "Logan, would you not mind sharing your quarters with Mr. Dubnikov for the evening?" Not share? It was only an hour after midnight. There was still time left for sheet-play and with Mark's 8c, why would Logan matter, reflecting on the question, "No, not at all." Smiling, "It'll be a pleasure!" % Lying in bed, Adam cuddled up in the pit of his arm, Jase lay with his right hand behind his head. He smiled and looked down, each time Adam moved his face, his lips making some sensation on his chest, Adam using his chest for a pillow. Jase thinks of how this was his first, really relaxing evening of sex, if you can call doing a 6-9 as a proper night of steamy sex in the sheets. It didn't matter. He smiled, thinking of a few hours ago, him and Adam kissing. After that phase of their evening wearing thin, he smiles, thinking of Adam taking the upper hand to have him lie there and enjoy the ministrations, Adam then working his bod with his lips. He almost giggles, thinking of the fuss he made, going to the extremes of arching his back because it felt so damn good having his nips sucked, Adam making a luscious, juicy treat out of one nip while his wet fingertips reeked joyous havoc on the other nip. There were other parts of his bod where he recalled sheer instensity of pleasuring, but none so much as when Adam tongue-teased under his balls and worked his way his tall shaft. He couldn't believe he acted like he `knew what to do', grabbing Adam's legs and pulling his cock into his own face, turning on his side. Sucked out of his daydream, Adam awakening, asks, "You sleep." "Nah," Jase replies, shaking his head. "I was thinking... of you." He smiles. "Strange, because I was thinking of us... of you fucking me." Knowing it was more subliminal suggestion than dream, Jase replies, "I don't know if I want to." Rested up, like he had just woken up from an entire night's sleep, Adam tosses himself over to the pillow next to Jase. "It's okay. You made your intentions known before we did anything. I should just be thankful I had a chance to suck down your hot tool." Trying to make Adam feel good and it wasn't exactly a lie anyway, he tells him, "You're really good at sucking cock, Adam." "Thanks." A short interval occurred, Adam saying, "I hope you'll think about staying with me at my apartment when we get to the city?" After Jase hesitates, Adam amends, "No strings attached. If we have sex, we have sex. If you want to bring another guy home, fine. No pressures. No obligation, Jase." Wanting to be fair, because Adam was being overly fair about it, Jase replies, "But what happens if I `want' to fuck you?" "Cool!" Then it started up again, the room next to theirs being fairly quiet. "Here we go again!" Adam says. Laughing, Jase says, "I wonder if that's Steve's or Philip's head banging against the wall?" "Or one of Steve's bear-friends?" Adam suggests. "You think the four of them are in there together?" Reflecting on a coupla of hours ago, Adam says, "There was enough grunting and noise for an army of men?" The two making merry of it, Jase tells, "I thought the whole motel was coming down on top of us!" His hand planing over Jase's very light covering of pec hair, Adam says, "I'd like to get my tongue on top of this again?" He looks to Jase. "Who's stopping ya?" So, at one-thirty in the morning, Adam began another go around. "You like nips, huh?" Jase asks, watching Adam go to work on his left nip. "Yeah, but I don't think I'm the only one!" To prove his point, after a coupla lick-overs and his cupped lips, Adam's hand on Jase's pubes, gave proof towards Jase liking a tongue lick over, around, dart into his nip, not to mention cupped lips teasing, pulling at the nub. Working his way down the almost hairless abs, a dart in the bellyhole and some light pubes-licking, Adam took on Jase's cock, already erect and ready to slide down the throat. % For one moment, Brad wondered why he was being detained, but things soon came to light, him responding to the news, "Jose is gone?" Then he thought it the worst possible scenario, Jose going away with the two bears, but Denji quelled his concern, holding up a cell phone, saying, "Here." Looking at the cell phone strangely, like it was an unknown gadget, Brad took it and held it to his ear. In seconds Jose was on the other end. Master Denji waited, going back to his desk and trying to look at some papers, but was more concerned with eavesdropping on Brad's conversation. He smiled when he heard Brad say, "Yeah, I love you too, man. Yeah. See ya around." Right after ending the call, Brad says to Denji, "I can't believe it. Jose went off with the two bears and he's really happy about it." "I know," Denji says. "I would not allow them to take Jose if I did not sense it." He tests, "I'm sure you would have done the same." "Of course," Brad said, not really thinking of the responsible thing to do, but, "He says he really likes the wrestling and... and you know, it didn't turn out anything like I thought it was going to. They really wanted Jose to be a `prop' to knocking one of the bears down?" "It's a show," Denji replies, "and they were looking for some new players. They found Jose fit the part. But it was not only their decision which made the difference. Jose needed to want to go along with them." "Oh, I'm not questioning you Denji. I wholeheartedly agree." Sort of in a dream state, Brad says, "I can't believe how happy Jose sounded, like he had found his niche in life." Turning back to Denj, he says, "I'm really happy for him." Getting up from his desk, Denji comes around to the front of his desk, the thirty-two year old positioning his butt on the edge, folding arms across the middle. When Brad turns around, Denji, in full view, he says of it, "Um, let me guess. I have a seat in one of the chairs in front of your desk, with the convenience of having your crotch right in my face? Um, like it's not really `my' game?" Denji provides a short, nasally laugh before saying, "I have already predicted `you and I' will never have sex together, Brad." Walking right up to Denji, Brad stimulates Denji's crotch with the back of his hand, replying, "Never say never!" The two smile at one another, Denji breaking off their flirting, "Have a seat," he walks around the desk and sits almost as Brad does. "So, what's up?" Brad asks, moving the chair forwards a little. He reaches to a little glass jar, lifting the lid and taking out three Hershey kisses. "I know this might be a bit overwhelming for you, but I need to travel on business for ten days and wondered if you might be interested in taking my place in running the household?" He expected surprise, but chucking a candy kiss in his mouth, cooly Brad answers, "Sure. No sweat. Take as long as you want." And joking, "Just leave me with a handful of credit cards!" He laughs. However, Denji got the last laugh, opening the middle drawer of his desk, removing a Visa, Master Card and an assortment of store cards, Sears on top. "Hmm," Brad says, picking up the Sears card, "might think about picking up a new weed-whacker!" Pushing the rest of the cards around, "Abercrombie in here someplace?" Without saying anything to Brad, Denji talks into whoever picked up the other end of the phone, "I need an Abercrombie and Fitch card with Brad Coleman's name on it by tomorrow morning?" After a brief silence, Denji adds, "Yes and make sure there is a ten thousand dollar credit line." Brad, jaw dropping, his mouth mimics, `ten thousand dollars?' As Denji is hanging up, he says, "You know where I'm heading, first thing in the morning!" "Remember though. You have to pay every penny back?" "I knew there was a catch!" Still it didn't disturb Brad, scooping up all the others and pocketing them. "So. How much does this job pay?" Denji questions, "Job?" "Well you don't think I'm going to take on all this responsibility for nothin', do ya?" It only made Denji smile, him responding, "Of course not. I thought I would leave `salary' up to you!" Dummied up, Brad asks, "You mean like name my own price?" Getting up from his desk, Denji says, "I need to get ready for my trip. I'm sure whatever figure you draw up will be suitable." Pulling a figure out of the air, Brad tells him, "What if I say a million dollars?" Leaving the office, Denji replies, "You think about it Brad and tell me in the morning?" "Yeah. Okay," Brad replies. Settling back down in the chair, Brad smiled, knowing even though he mentioned a million dollars, he would not be asking for as much, but did run backwards through some figures. Instead of settling on a number figure, he began to think on what Denji actually did around here to run the household. A knock at the office door, Brad reacts, running around the desk and sitting in the chief's chair. Reaching for another handful of Hershey's, he beckons, "Enter!" "I see the king is getting comfortable on his throne?" "Good news travels fast." With a wave of his hand, Brad says, "You may sit, Kenji!" He laughs. "Thank you, you're royal hiney-ess!" Before anything else, Brad says, "Hey, what're you doing tomorrow morning? Wanna go shopping?" "I need to oversee cleaning up after the dungeon party." "Oh," Brad says in a low tone. "Maybe that's one of my jobs?" "No. Master Denji plays, but it is not his job to clean up." "Really? Hm-m," Brad replies, tossing another `kiss' in his mouth. "So, what does Denji like to do when he's playing in the dungeon?" "He is very good with a leather strap. He can whip a man's balls with the tip of the strap from five feet away." "Owch!" Brad replies. "Just as long as it's not `my' balls!" He and Kenji trade of laughter. "Master Denji is also very good at whipping a man's back, giving him two or three hundred lashes with hardly a scratch." "Definitely would not go over with me. I'm looking forward to laying out on a beach this summer!" Kenji replies, "With the money you will be making you will be able to afford," in a suggestive tone, "Perhaps Thailand?" "Thailand? What's wrong with the Jersey shore?" "Let me tell you something Brad. Master Denji likes you... likes you very much and..." "Huh? How can he? We haven't even been to bed," Brad replies. He knew Brad joked, carrying on, "This week you will learn a lot." Pointing to his own head, Denji says, "Listen and retain the information you will gather. Think. Use your mind and judgement prudently." "Yeah, but there's one problem with all your saying. Who's going to be there to show me how to run everything?" Watching, Denji gets up out of his chair and walks to the door, opening it, saying, "You may come in now, Theodore." Brad almost choked on his latest `kiss', coughing it out into his hand as he stood. He spoke for himself, walking in, extending a hand and saying, "Hi, I'm Theodore Taylor-Evans, but my friends call me `Theo'." Walking from the desk, to meet Theo halfway, Brad too held out his hand, saying, "I'm really Bradford, but they call me Brad," and as they held hands and looked at each other, Brad says, "I guess I should call you Theo, since we'll just met?" Smiling, Theo pulls Brad into him, their bods clashing, the twenty-five year old taking the liberty to bestow a kiss on Brad's lips. "There. That change anything?" Theo asks. Over Theo;s shoulder, Brad was about to say something, finding him missing. "Hey, where did Kenji go?" "To order us up a limo. C'mon. We need to get you dressed." He felt like a school kid, Brad being led out of the office hand-to-hand, Theo dragging him along. % For the second time, Jase look down upon himself, thinking, `Deja vu', only an hour ago experiencing almost the total scene over with Adam. Play by play, he ran it over in his mind, smiling with each pleasurable moment. Extracting from his mind being pleasured by Adam's gifted mouth, he ran his full palm over the right side of his chest, feeling up his own nip. It was still sensitive! If not for Adam using his left pec for a pillow, he prolly would've grazed both pecs. More attentive, was not his hand, fingers playing with his own nip, but now drawing attention to his teen counterpart. It drew another smile from his lips thinking how Adam, when he went to equally lick and suck him, he said, `No. You just relax. I want to do this. I want to make you feel good, Jase'. Like taking care of him, Jase stroked Adam's arm with his hand, which happened to jar him awake. "Huh? What?" "I didn't say anything," Jase replies. However he tried to convey something with his unplanned gesture, kissing Adam on the forehead. Sensing something on his own, Adam says, "I was thinking." "You can think?" Jase joked. "Not much, but some of the time, but what would you think about us getting a place together?" In their downtime, between the first jerk off and second, Jase had thought about precisely the same, only was too shy to mention it. Now, not having the need to think, he replies, "I think it would be cool. Did you have a place in mind?" "Not really. I haven't an idea of how to find an apartment or even how much they cost," Adam replies. "I suppose we could ask Philip?" "Most logical person. He would know." Jase then suggests, "I know you swallowed both my loads, but wondered if you would still be up for a bite to eat?" It was on Adam's mind and opportunity knocked, "You didn't take mine down." "Yeah, sorry. I hope you didn't mind my hand finishing you off. I'm not really into taking a guy's load." Adam replies, "It's not important. You don't have to. It's not like it's written in any handbook you have to take down a guy's jizz and no, I didn't mind your hand finishing me off. It felt good knowing it was you stroking me." As they got dressed, Jase asks, "By the way Adam?" "What?" "Well this is prolly something you can't answer right now, but I wander if there will ever come a time when I'll be fucking you?" Adam replies with a smile, "Only if it's for keeps?" "Oh? How would that go?" "You take my ass.... you've got me for life, buddy!" % Looking in the mirror, Brad says, "I haven't looked this fuckin' good since...." "Since?" Theo inquires, coming up behind Brad and puts some finishing touches on the black bow tie. "I dunno. It was something my uncle... that's it!" Brad remembers, "He insisted we all dress up because that afternoon he was taking us out for him to get married." Breaking out in laughter, Brad continues, "Damn embarrassing when she didn't show up!" "That sucks," Theo replies. "Are you kidding? Serves him right, the bastard!" Theo leans a little history lesson about the Coleman family tree. "He ran out on his first wife, as I head it. But the lot of `em, they're all a bunch of fuckin' losers, uncle, cousin, older brother... a fuckin' bunch of no-do-gooders!" His hands having traveled south, Theo now encompassed Brad's waist and with his head propped on his shoulder, says, "Except one branch of the family tree?" Brad smiled, after having got upset over the quality of his family life. With reserve he lightens up, jokes, "Yeah? Wait till you `really' get to know me!" "Maybe tonight," Theo quips. "C'mon. We've got reservations!" Like before, Theo's hand clasps Brad's, leading him out as he tries interrogating, "You didn't tell me where we're going!" % Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee `WTF?' 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.....