Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2013 05:32:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Tchase Mcphee Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 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 any state (21yo in Alabama, Mississippi, Wyoming, Nebraska), or in most countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. Following, pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience'. Bypass this warning at your own risk. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. % FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^o^ "Well, that's the last we'll see of Jake for a while!" Jay giggles his ass off, watching Blue and Jake, side by side, head off towards the festivities of the day-long surfing competition. "`We'?" Jeffry questions the comment and after scooting his butt a little closer to Jay, "I suppose that makes `me' your royal servant, you sitting there on your throne?" meant to mean the beach chair Arrow brought over earlier. Additionally, the masses of brown hair covering Jeffry's frontal assault on the eyes, when Jay looks down towards him, Jay spots the same hairy scenario on thighs, "Yeah, it's too bad we're not on the same level?" "It would, if I could talk Arrow into parting with another Lifeguard chair?" Jay had a strong feeling, Jeffry getting up and walking off towards the Surf'n'Rescue hut, would be returning with a chair, no hassle given. True to his own thinking, here's Jeffry, walking towards him, following every slip of the cub's feet through the sand, shuffling, the chair wobbling a little with each step, at his side. "You must have a way with words?" or could it be Jay meant, with `Arrow'? "Nah. All I have to do is smile and my brighty-whities gets me what I want!" Jeffry jokes, setting up his chair next to Jay. Playing his game, Jay says, "Or could be your hot bod?!" "Oh really. Feel free to touch!" Jeffry laughs. Still in a playful, but also to see how far the game would go, "Like, how far down?". Jeffry laughs it off, "If we were in an x-rated environment, I would be compelled to say, `far?'" "Nice!" Jay says. For a few minutes they got sidetracked, a roar of shouts, whistles and hand-clapping from the crowd. Jeffry jumps up out of his chair, because if one didn't, they would not be able to see more than backs of head, backs and backsides, in lieu of! "What am I missing?" Jay yells up the corridor of people around him. Realizing the selfish attitude, though not meant to be, Jeffry says, "See for yourself!" Strong, his 21-year old companion, having been an average gym-goer for the past three years, working hard at it, still in the process of building some squared off abs behind the fur covering his stomach, Jeffry grabs Jay by the arm and gently jerks him upwards, cautioning, "I hope this doesn't hurt!" It didn't at all, or if it did, Jay's senses were telling him, Jeffry pulling him up by one arm, then the other, turning Jay around, repositioning him so his bulked out arms held him under the pits, then feeling forearms narrow around his chest, done in all of less than minute, Jay remarks, "I can't believe you did that all so fast!" "Did what?" Jeffry plays on Jay's emotions. "Um, like, I can't feel anything below my hips, so don't get any ideas, Jeffry?" An after thought, on Jay's part, the response he made was in jest! Really dwelling on the thought, if he wasn't feeling anything hip-related or below, it not only reflected on Jeffry's crotch leaning against his butt, but activity under his navel! However, like Jay's thinking didn't apply, at least mixed reaction, whether Jeffry felt his cock go into action, feeling a man's ass in front of him, or just being considerate, he leans to Jay's right ear, "By the way, you would think... me being hairy and all, I might like to go after bears and cubs, but I much more prefer hairless otters!" "Um, like what are you getting at Jeffry?" Jay could only hope! "Oh, I could think up a few things?!" he laughs. Most guys who have responded in this manner, constituted something frivolous, however there was always that 1%, Jay thinking upon, "Like, give me one beary good one?" "Funny," Jeffry lets out a har-de-ha laugh and in mutual decision, too uncomfortable, they switched off joking. Only, Jeffry's mind right now wasn't on sex or even the way Jay's chest, stomach and legs felt scraping along his back, hefting Jay up so he could grab around his neck, holding under the knees with two hands, "Let me know when you get tired?" Not getting the desired answer, nor remotely close even, Jay keeps probing, "You're not supposed to answer a question with a question, you know?" In the mood for making mischief, with his cheek almost next to Jeffry's , Jay gives his ear a little lick! Switching his head to the side, all Jeffry could make out is Jay's face, up close... Real, real close, close enough that if he wanted to, he could steal a little kiss. Knowing this, Jay toys, "Do it! I know you want to!" Giving it back, two times fold, Jeffry replies, "Oh, I could give a lot more, but this here ain't the place for stuff like that!" Knowing Jeffry wasn't being malicious, Jay laughed along with him, furthering, "Name the time and the place, Jeffry!" "Maybe after dinner tonight?" "Really?" it got Jay excited, "Like, you would be my first date since forever!" Jay couldn't see it, Jeffry smiling, hoping his kind offer would make an impact, "Really, really," the 21-year old replies, "so you think up somewhere you want to eat!" "How about my place? I can cook up something awesome?" "`Awesome', now that's something I could look forward to!" With the crowd meandering down towards the water, some of the activity dying down, Jeffry probably could have gotten away with stealing a kiss. Missing a lot of the action, Jay saddled on Jeffry's back, they cut through the sand and back to where they started out, "Um, excuse me, but do you think I can drop you into your chair now, your highness?" With expectation, not that he could feel much, Jay says excitedly, "Why? Could you like feel something on your ass?" Getting the gist of Jay's disabilities, Jeffry replies, "Why? Did you have to pee and couldn't hold it?" "No, imbecile! Not that!" Jay accidentally forgets he's wringing Jeffry's neck, goes to swat him in the head and lets go! First Jeffry checks to see if Jay's landing didn't cause damage. Butt right into the canvas chair, as safe and with his intuition thinking so, he says with blame, "Arrow's going to charge you for ripping the canvas, you know?!" "I thought I heard something," Jay replies, "hoping it wasn't my swimsuit!" "No," Jeffry says, looking down, right at Jay's crotch, "things look like they are still intact!" "Yeah," Jay gets wise, "you too, but know what?" "What?" "I really do gotta pee and where I live is right down the beach, but like, my brother, nor Jake is like around to help me out?" Jay nicely pleads. With assurance, hands on his hips, his bikini swimsuit clinging to his torso, way low, low enough so Jay could visibly see where the embedded treasure trail melded with Jeffry's dark, trimmed pubes, says, "Well, I suppose I could count `you' as part of my workout today?" Having all the answers, Jay says, "Just remember, Jeffry, you said it yourself I'm an otter and not a cub?" "I remember, but you never answered my question?" "Which one?" "Do you like cubs?" With such frivolous talk, they gather everything up, Jeffry able to haul Jay up onto his back, the towel over Jay's shoulder, Jeffry holding both chairs, laughing as he says, "Arrow's going to rack his mind silly trying to remember where he left the chairs, thinking `did they' or `didn't they' bring the chair back!" Not thinking about that, on Jay's mind is, "I hope he doesn't get mad that I talked you into stealing them for me?" "Oh, right, drag me into the scene of the crime!" It sort of seemed like the right time to pry into Jeffry's life, "Oh c'mon. Would Arrow really get mad at you?" "Don't you really mean, `Did Arrow and me get it on?" "Shit!" Jay buzzes Jeffry's ear, apologizing, but adding, "What are you, Mr. Clairvoyant?" "I started a degree in psychology, but never finished. One of my papers was on `phrases gay men use to pick up each other.' My research was quite extensive." Inadvertently, Jeffry's question stirred up another interest for Jay, "How come you never finished?" "Well, because I found out I needed psychology more than studying up on it?" "I don't get it." Jeffry, seriously slowing the pace, stops, sets up the folding canvas chair, turns around, like he's going to sit, says, "Drop yourself down slowly." "Oops!" Jay says, doing as told, "I think I heard a tear?" Dropping everything else, he sets up the other chair, Jeffry explaining, "Trust me. Arrow won't really mind." "Okay, so you're going to read into this one too, but how come he won't mind?" "Um..." "No! Wait! Stop! Don't tell me. Let me guess?" "Hurry up or else the white canvas is going to turn yellow?" Jeffry picks up on why they were headed back to the beach house? "You let me worry about that!" "Okay," Jeffry makes like he's going to grab opposite pecs with his hands, parking them under his pits, "tell me my history, concerning Arrow and me!" "I don't really know. I don't have a degree in psychology or anything else, but I think probably you got into something you couldn't get out of and Arrow helped you out, like he became your hero in saving your life?" Sitting there, not flinching, except for losing his confident composure, Jeffry's hands slip down his bod, his pecs caving in, finally mumbling, "You found me out." Sometimes, when Jay and his brother were in discussion, Jared saying something provoking, Jay would give him a kick. He wanted to do that to Jeffry, but the lifeline between his brain and his leg were severed, using words instead, "Snap out of it Jeffry. Apparently Arrow didn't care about what your life was like? Do you think it matters to me?" Lifting his head, the scruffy face stare at Jay, "Arrow can be a very forgiving person." "And you don't think I can't be?" Jay presents. "I don't know, rather I don't `know you' or how you can be, though so far I think you're kind of cool?" Jeffry parts with a short smile. "I have a confession to make," Jay says, about to work some magic into Jeffry's life. "What would that be?" "I know this is going to sound stoopid, but when I first saw you come towards me, the only thing that interested me was your hair," Jay said, like it was a dead serious matter. "My hair?" it sits with Jeffry. Then, making a confession himself, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I kind of was checking you out too? I mean I'm crazy about guys who are smooth and have dark, thin treasure trails, especially all crinkled up in the wrinkles of a stomach and..." "Okay. I get your point Jeffry!" Jay laughs about it. "Yeah," Jeffry reads Jay out, "I guess we're both a couple of kooks!" "Oh no!" Jays hand goes to the middle of his face, in a shameful way. "Oh," Jeffry can only say, "couldn't hold it, huh?" Folding his chair up, Jeffry sees the reason for Jay's dismay, `yellow water' dripping right through the canvas. "So sorry for embarrassing you," Jay says. "Embarrassing me? Who's embarrassed? Everyone's down at the surfing competition!" Getting up, brushing the loose sand the towel, from his ass, Jeffry goes on, "Only ones to get embarrassed are the seagulls, sand crabs and me! And me? It's partly my fault," he once again takes Jay's hand, a hint to get ready for his `camel' ride, "for going on and on, jibber-jabbing about myself!" Again, his front to Jeffry's back, "Um, feel anything warm, Jeffry?" He did, the last few trickles every man gets, "Feel what?" Knowing Jeffry hid his true emotions, being a good sport, Jay switches his line of fire, "Was still wondering if I could feel anything, you know, like when a man's cock is at your back door?!" "Knock, knock, knock!" Jeffry cracks up. It made Jay laugh, not that the answer was real, real funny, but because what part of him could feel, felt Jeffry's bod shiver with each chuckle, Jay saying, "Oh yeah, you're a regular riot, Jeffry!" With the beach house in sight, a long, flat home, grey siding and a rising plane, where inside it would come to an apex of the loft Jay inhabited before the inevitable, he says to Jeffry, "If you want, we can wash off in the ocean?" "What? And poison all the little fishies with your lemon juice?" "Okay, then there's not getting around it, Jeffry. Since Jared, nor any of the other guys in charge of me are around, you're going to have to take on the painstaking job of giving me a bath!" Jay let it sit with Jeffry, tongue in between teeth. "Like, oh my god, Jay! That's means I'm going to have to `expose' myself to you!" "Yeah," Jay replies, "part of my plan. I hope it's working on you?" he laughs. This time Jeffry felt the jiggles of laughter and even though he knew Jay probably couldn't feel it, it did produce some nasty vibrations on the seat of his pants! "Um, like I don't see anymore homes for miles. Could it be we've arrived at our destination?" "You got it, Jeffry. Jared and me, we call it the `house under construction'!" True to Jay's words, right up the beach, quite a ways from the breaking waves, was a retention wall, followed by a gap, which Jay instructs him to venture through. Almost immediately in the `backyard', Jeffry's eyes follow the chalked outline, "Someone is getting a swimming pool?!" "Yeah, us!" Because he was getting along with Jeffry rather well, "If you're around long enough, like not taking off soon, you can try it out!" Another tidbit of history drops, Jeffry saying, "Arrow's going back to Australia, but I'm not going with him." Right away it came to Jay, `well that's good!', but says instead, "Really? I thought you and Arrow were... More than friends?" "No. Contrary to what you think, we `are' friends and nothing more. Like I said, I was in a bad situation, a bad way and Arrow helped me through the turmoil, until I got back on my feet." Jay directs Jeffry to take a breather, depositing his ass in `his' chair on the deck. "Oh my," Jeffry says in a complaining way, "my back is going to be killing me tonight." "Sorry," Jay replies, "I didn't think I was that much of a pain in the ass!" Standing and looking out onto the panorama of the ocean and sand, Jeffry pivots himself to the side, turning his torso. Not stiff enough yet to bend, he places a hand on the back of Jay's chair and face to face, gives Jay a peck on the lips, saying, "Oh, you could never be a burden!" "Wait!" Jay didn't get it, "Say that again?" "What? That you could never-be-a-burden?" Jeffry starts out slow, speeding it up. "You're wrong." "Am not!" Jeffry insists. "Anyhow, what gives you that impression?" Though, having some psych under his belt, knows very well, being confined to relying on others to get around is the case. True to assumptions, but in a roundabout way, Jay says, "Because I can't do anything by myself, except make BLT sandwiches!" "BLT sandwiches!" Jeffry bellows out with excitement! "You would not believe it, that I `have' `not' `had' `a' BLT-sandwich since I left for the land down under?" Feeling a little less depressed, especially by the way Jeffry carried himself through the `BLT sandwich' issue, Jay says, "Tell you what then... You help me with my bath and I'll throw us together some BLT's?" "I was going to help you with your bath anyway." Suggestive, Jeffry asks, "What `else' could I do for you?" Looking up at Jeffry, all that fur marring his flesh, Jay figured it was now or never, "Figure out a way for me to give you a massage?" Squinting his eyes, Jeffry knew he meant his aching shoulders, but says, "How did you know I love handjobs?" "Well, I didn't mean it, but..." "Why not? Something wrong with feeling in your hands?" "No. Nothing wrong with my tongue either!" After saying it, Jay was wondering why he did. In the past, with the top heavy population of bottom gay men, every time he turned around there was a guy eyeing up his crotch. Though now, he was sure he would disappoint many, not being able to size up to his normal 8.5" stature. He was kind of glad the cut off point for feeling was around his pubic area, because then, earlier, he would not feel the lycra, whether it was fighting for room or not. Now, with meeting a new man in his life, would Jeffry mind if his cock just lay there like a hollow log? Helping Jay up, Jeffry says, "I think I can take one more bus ride!" "You don't have to, Jeffry. You can roll me in my chair?" "You're all sandy and like, you've pissed yourself up some?" If even Jared mentioned something like that, or Jake for that matter, Jay would have been on them with saying something insensitive, but he was cool with Jeffry, spelling it out like it is, "Yeah, I guess I better not get the chair dirty. Another thing for Jared to complain about!" Carrying Jay to the `bathhouse', Jeffry asks, "Does your brother get mad at you often?" "No," Jay says plainly, "never, matter of fact. I don't know why I said that. Jared has been more than a brother to me and that's even before my accident. I didn't realize it because I was half out of my mind with grief and pain, but Jake says Jared looked really terrible, having to fly back and forth to the west coast and run the business. Then again, I look at the bright side." "How's that go?" Jeffry asks, following Jay's hands, navigating his head in the direction they should take through the beach house. He couldn't see Jay's smile, but sensed it, Jeffry smiling himself, when Jay says, "Or else Jake and Jared would not have gotten to know each other so well!" "Say no more," Jeffry jokes, "I think I get the picture!" Arriving at the door, Jeffry says, "I thought we were headed to the jon?" "This is it," Jay replies, "I know it's not your usual set up." "I'll say," Jeffry says, looking around, "Like where would I take a piss?" "Do you have to take a piss?" "Yeah and `soon'!" "Put me over there," Jay says. "Where?" "Around the corner to the right." Rounding a corner, Jeffry exclaims, "Oh, awesome! A hot tub!" "Set me down in the corner on that bench." "Nice idea," Jeffry says of the slatted bench, running the lengths of each wall, pivoting Jay in the corner. "I never knew hot tubbing could be a spectator sport!" "Yeah, right, Jeffry!" As soon as he let Jay slide onto the bench, hearing butt slap against it, he checked, "Ok?" Seeing before getting a response, Jeffry takes off with olympic speed. Seconds later, Jay hears, "Oh-h-h-h," a sigh of man-relief. It made him think of Jeffry, not about him relieving himself exactly, but the man he is. Not far away from his age, 19, Jay thinks how this could work out, hinged on, "Where are you staying now?" Appearing, arranging his `wares' inside his swim suit, Jeffry replies, "With Arrow's friend." "So, you're going to stay with his friend when Arrow leaves?" "No. His friend is partnered. I don't think it would be a good idea, because right now they are sleeping on the sofa and we are using their bed," Jeffry replies, sitting down next to Jay. Staring into the hot tub waters, Jay says, "Shame." "Yeah, I agree. It would be so convenient being near the ocean and not some stuffy apartment in the town sector," Jeffry replies. "No, I meant it's a shame the hot tub is full of water and we're not in it!" Jay ends his statement, looking for Jeffry's approval. "You're a sneaky one!" Would have been nice, but as Jeffry knew, because he worked at a spa for quite some time, it was better to keep it germ free and squeaky clean before entering. Jay says to Jeffry's suggestion to shower off first, "Okay, are you ready to strip me?" "Uh, yeah. Like how do I do it?" Jay smiles, saying, "You go first!" Placing his hands on his hips, Jeffry cocks his head, like Jay had just put one over on him. "It's not my idea, I swear it, Jeffry. Jare, he's the one who found out it was easier for him to strip down and then do me!" "Okay, I trust what you say," even though Jeffry did, before trying to make things difficult! "Hot!" was Jay's comment, watching Jeffry put on a show just for him! "All we need is some sexy music!" Jeffry says, purposefully removing his spandex from his rounded butt! "Um, can you come a little closer?" Jay asks. "If I get any closer I'll be in your face!" Jay jokes, "Isn't that the idea?" Stopping, with his slinky bikini halfway down the barrel of his cock, Jeffry says, "I don't want to take advantage of you, Jay." "You take advantage Jeffry?" Jay laughs hard, "More like I'm taking advantage. I want to see how stimulating your strip can act can be on me!" "Huh?" Jeffry didn't get it. "See if you can a rise out of me?" Jay says. "Oh! Right!" it suddenly dawns on Jeffry. As a result of their little chat, Jeffry, his waist about even with Jay's shoulders, peels his suit off, sliding it right down the barrel... "Oh man, you're beautiful!" Jay says! "Am I now?" Getting dramatic, Jeffry pushes his suit down, anchoring the elastic lining under his big balls, "Like, what do you think of these?" Jeffry finds Jay hilarious, Jay exclaiming, "Can I touch them?" Before getting the okay from Jeffry, Jay reaches forward, only to keel over... "Oh no!" Jeffry squeals, his voice going from down low to soprano range, rushing forward and catching Jay from dive-bombing off the bench! Uprighting Jay, he says, "I didn't mean to do that!" "Do what?" Jay replies. "Oh, you mean my face in your crotch?" "Uh... Yeah," Jeffry's voice returns to normal. Instead dwelling on who meant what, Jay says, "You know when you get excited you sound like a girl?" "Shut up!" Jeffry replies, smiling. "Everyone's got their faults!" "Do you like to dress up in drag?" "Do you want to know if I can sing like Liza, too?" "Can you?" "I don't think I would sell many albums and no, I prefer to dress like a man, thank you!" With preparation and all set to hit the bath tub, instead of piggyback arrangements, Jeffry gives Jay a bear hug, walking him across the floor, huffing and puffing in his ear, "Next?" "Well, this isn't exactly the way Jared does it, but it sure feels good!" It made Jeffry freeze in place, saying, "Do you know what you just said?" Jay was silent. Shook, like he was scared to death. "Set me down." "What?" "Just set me the fuck down!" Good thing he had that psychology course, knowing the anxiety of feeling good or bad and the attitude Jay display right now. Kneeling, Jeffry slowly lowered Jay to the tiled floor. "I... I can feel `cold'," Jay says when his ass makes a slapping sound, hands steadying him. For support, Jeffry stay behind Jay, his two legs out to the left of Jay's bod, chest for leaning back against. Unsure of anything right now, Jay leans back, saying, "I can feel... I can feel the cold tiles on me..." In realizing it as in a state of reality, Jay begins to cry. Right then, Jared steps in, saying, "What the fuck you doing? Get away from him!" A scene ensued, Jared's hand striking Jeffry, with such force, it rocked him over, from kneeling, to stomach, which in turn made Jay lose his sitting up posture, falling backwards, which put him at a position to look right up at Jared, protesting, "No! Don't! You don't understand, Jare!" "I understand plenty!" Jared replies. "What was he doing to make you cry? Was he going to rape you?" Fighting like hell to do it, Jay tries pulling himself back to cover Jeffry's bod. "Let me up!" Jeffry tries fighting Jay's weight, but then for fear of hurting him, tries reckoning with Jared, "I wasn't doing anything like you're thinking. I was helping your brother to the tub and he felt a part of him he could not feel before." Overwhelmed with good news about his brother, rather than Jeffry flat out on his stomach, Jared asks, "Really?" squatting down, "What did you feel, bro?" Sitting there, like an easy chair, his arms in a protesting position, clasped around his middle, Jay demands, "First apologize to Jeffry!" Jeffry listens, as things seemed to return `brotherly normal', Jared saying, "I would if you would get your fat ass off of him and I could see his face?" "Like I need some help here, Jare?" Jay replies. "Very well," Jared replies with a tinge of sarcasm. Meant to send a message, Jay, as he's being pulled from the cul-de-sac of Jeffry's hip, cautions, "Don't punch Jare out, Jeffry, even though he deserves it!" "What-tha-fuck? How was I suppose to know?" Jared refutes. "You have no idea what it looked like to me!" Getting off the floor, Jeffry play along with Jay, putting his dukes up, like he's ready to box Jared out. Jared, not knowing Jeffry, but already sensing through his brother, an okay guy, treats the scene like it is, "Sure. Hit me while my hands are full!" "Now it's my turn to get even," Jeffry moves his balled fists around in circles. Hurrying Jay to the tub, "You didn't tell me your boyfriend was a psycho!" Dropping the false perception, Jeffry says, "You need some help, there?" If things were to happen the way they did in the past, the person placing Jay in the tub would have to be shirtless, pantless and everything-else-less. "I've got him, I've got him," Jeffry weaves his arms in, forcibly taking Jay out of Jared's control. "Wait!" Jared confronts Jeffry. Jay says, "He knows how it goes, Jare. I explained it to him. It's where we were headed before you made up your mind Jeffry was going to rape me?" "I didn't... Well, okay, yeah. I thought something, sort of... like that," and Jared realizing now, the tender care invoked, "I'm sorry I hit you, Jeffry." "That's okay. Give me a blow job later and we'll call it even!" Jeffry winks at Jared. "Just take my apology unless you want another slap, Jeffry?" Jay, sliding between Jeffry's legs, same position he has taken a bath with Jared, time and time again, says, "Although, Jare." "What?!" Jared doesn't trust his brother's next set of words forthcoming. "It might prove it if I can get it up watching something sleazy?" "I can think of better ways and by the way, all of your caretakers have deserted you for the night, and since I'd like to be in their company, I've called Joseph. He's coming over to look after you." "But I've got Jeffry to look after me, Jare!" Jared looks to the two, Jay spooned by the hairy cub. Since he's only met him, he's being put in an awkward position, standing there, not wanting to disappoint his brother, but... To his rescue, the stranger rises to the occasion, Jeffry saying, "Your brother's right," Jay looks all of an inch into Jeffry's face, "you should have someone you know with you tonight." "I know you, Jeffry?" "You've known me for all of a few hours, Jay," Jeffry tries reasoning with him. "For all you know, I could be a murderer!" Smirking, Jay turns it all over, "Yeah, and if you wanted to, Jeffry, you could have stabbed me when we were on the floor, but you didn't!" "Oh my god!" Jeffry says, a little of that girly voice kicking in, "If I did, we could have found out if you felt anything!" Shaking his head, now kind of sure Jeffry not meaning Jay any harm, Jared says, "I'm going as soon as Joseph arrives. He's prepared to sleep in if I don't show up until tomorrow morning." "Wait!" Jay says, keeping Jared from closing the door. "What?" "What about his job at the Spin Club? They're open every night!" Walking back in, closing the door, like something secretive is about to go down, "The Spin Club was raided for drugs. It will not be opening for quite some time." "That means Joseph is out of a job?" Kind of having the idea he could trust Jeffry, liking the cub's handsome face, sculptured, muscle-cub looks, plus nice endowment, Jared asks, "Can you keep a secret Jeffry?" "Cross my heart and hope to cum!" he swears it. Rolling his eyes, Jared continues, "Joseph was not only security at the Spin Club. He was undercover. Trust me, he's not going to miss the job." Unlike he thought it was going to turn out, Jay, a little pissed, says, "We've never kept secrets from one another. How come you didn't tell me, Jare?" Ready to open his mouth and explain, lo and behold, Jeffry says over Jay's shoulder, "Because if he did it wouldn't be an undercover operation!" simply put! "Oh. Right," Jay accepts it. "Thanks Jeffry," Jared says lightheartedly, "you don't know how hard-headed my brother can be. Good luck with that!" "`Bye' Jare!" Reaching for the knob, opening the door, Jared replies, "You have a good night too, bro!" "Well, I think I've gained your brother's confidence?" Jeffry says, pouring palms of water down Jay's chest. "We're almost the same age. He doesn't put much trust in dudes our age, even though he was once there," Jay responds, watching dumped handfuls of water run down his pecs, hitting the bump on each side, interrupting the flow. "Why do you think that is?" "Because when it was time to be my age that I am now, for Jare he was already forced to be older, taking care of me and trying to consume himself with the business left to both of us. Then," Jay throws a deeper downer into the works, "I `had' to run off to the thrill of surfing in Oregon and wound up coming home in a wheelchair." "You couldn't have predicted something happening like that?" "No, but if I had listened to Jare in the first place, I would not be such a burden on him," Jay explains. "You can't bring back yesterday and wish it never had happened, rather look to the future and build on what you have." Jay tries turning his head to address Jeffry, "How did you get so smart?" Smiling, which Jay could not see, Jeffry says, "I owe a lot of it to Arrow." Thinking on it, just this second, Jay exclaims, "Oh my god! Thor! We left him on the beach!" "Thor!" Jeffry says with humor in his voice, "Thor is probably out making friends with some of the local boys!" Jay claims, "Dogs aren't gay!" "Who says?" Jeffry knows otherwise. Spotting the wet hair on Jeffry's arms, Jay rubs them, saying, "Well, I guess they could be." Just then, it scared Jeffry, but didn't phase Jay any, Joseph busting in the door, "Hot tub time!" Then, "Oh, you've got company?!" "As if Jare didn't already tell you? Like, you know I can't take a bath without someone else present?" Walking right over, like he owned the place, Joseph sits on the side of the tub, confessing, "Okay, so your brother did mention `something'," his eyes are glued on Jeffry. "Hi. I'm Joseph." Accepting Joseph's hand, Jeffry shakes it, with greetings returned. "Oh shit!" Joseph, accidentally falls into the tub, on purpose! Jay says, "And Jare left `you' to take care me? Give me a break, Joseph and don't go blaming Jeffry that he pulled you in!" "Okay. You got me there," Joseph replies, righting himself up onto the side, "but I wouldn't have blamed anyone if they pulled me in!" he winks, not at Jay, but Jeffry. Standing, Jeffry tells him, "I suppose you're going to walk around in those clothes and get the floor sopping wet?" "What're you... mother hen?" "No," Jeffry retaliates, "your mother's worst nightmare!" "Oh no!" Joseph suddenly realizes having his leather vest on, quickly stripping it off. "I hope it doesn't shrink!" Jeffry remedies, "Drench it in cold water and then hang it up to dry and it probably won't, but if it does, it's your own stoopid fault, dummy!" Pressing his lips together and squinting, Jay knew it was a look Joseph conjured up all the time, to make it look like he was pissed off, but wasn't, "Oh now look, Jeffry, you went and made Joey mad!" Jay's lips curl up. "He looks mean," Jeffry says. Continuing Jeffry's gripe, Jay barks out, "Well, are you going to drip your clothes dry on the floor or get outta them, Joey?!" "Stop calling me Joey. You know how I hate that name!" "Joey!" Jay's face wrinkles up in the biggest grin. "Hold'm, Jeffry, while I tickle-torture the living daylights outta him!" Going for Jay, Jeffry pulls a fast one. After stripping off the leather vest, Joseph didn't have any thing on above waist. "Owch! Oh shit!" Joseph stands up quicker than Paul Wagner stabbing a guy in the ass, "You hurt my nip!" Jay, still laughing, "Poor Joey!" Playing around, hinting, Jeffry says, "By the way, is there a reason you like wearing that leather vest?" He wasn't very much into the leather scene, only occasionally at the Spin Club for a willing patron, weaving it into his undercover scheme, Joseph saying, "I'm a moderate player." "Me too," Jeffry replies. If he was really into it, Joseph might have dropped a corresponding line, but instead, "Well, I've really had a humdinger of a day and would like to waste some time tubbing it, if you care to join me?" Trying to cover it up with whispering, Jay says to Jeffry, "Get ready for some hot eye candy!" Usually it were Jay and Jared in the bath tub when Joseph helped himself to using the hot tub. First time for Jay, it was a lip-biting experience, watching Joseph strip out of his pants a revelation, not wearing briefs! "Nice melons!" Jeffry calls out. Slapping his left ass cheek, like he would a cowboy to a horse to get him giddy-yapping, Joseph replies, "In case you didn't know it there, Jeffry, if you want to know if they're ripe, you gotta sniff'em!" He knew Joseph could be a real dimwit, Jay laughing his ass off! Slowly feeling an upheaval in the tub, Jeffry says, "I'll sniff your melons if you eat my sausage?!" Jay tried to look up at Jeffry, standing in the tub, but his eyes kept on getting waterlogged by the onslaught of water raining down on him. Even though they toyed with each other, it was no joking matter to Joseph, "Hey, watch it that Jay doesn't slip under!" "I got him," Jeffry replies. He did, planned it, when he stood, his shins braced Jay's back. "Okay," Joseph stopped his leap to the bath tub, "if you say so. I mean, we can joke around, but in all, Jay comes first, if you know what I mean?" "I do," Jeffry replies. However, rather than feeling like Mr. Macho-I-can-take-care-of-him, Jeffry says, "Uh, would you help get Jay out of the tub, Joey... I mean Joseph?" He had a smirk on his face, staring Jeffry down, all the way across the floor. As soon as he reached the tub, it became clearer, especially because the air in the room had dried Jeffry off some, Joseph taking measurement, "You better watch yourself with the name-calling Jeffry, or you might be sniffing more than my melons!" he made a `horrid' face! Smiling, Jeffry says, "Suits you, Joey!" Jay didn't know why Joseph was allowing Jeffry to get away with it, calling him `Joey.' The only one who `could' call Joseph `Joey', was himself, with a little consolation of getting rib-tickled. Coming to mind, even Jared could not get away with it, or, he wondered, could be Joseph using it as an excuse to get his brother down on the ground and wrestle him into submission, in which Joseph always lost, another thing to wonder about! "Okay," Joseph, replies, "no problem, Jeffry!" But it was a problem, Jeffry standing behind Jay and Joey in the front, Joey saying, "Uh, want to exert yourself, Jeffry?" "Sure, Joey. No problem!" Again, Jeffry earned the horrid, crinkled up face from Joey, returning it! "You guys are pathetic!" Jay tells the two. "You take the top and I'll get the legs," Joseph directs. "Guys, what're you doing?" Jay challenged them, being careful, but also likened to two drunken sailors. "Hot tub time, remember?" Joseph refreshes his mind. "I know, but is it like... heated up already?" Because he had Jay by the legs, right under the knee, the package was in full view, "Hey, I never noticed it before, Jay... Man, you've really got big bongos!" "Bongos?!" Jeffry thinks it's hilarious, letting out a big girlish squeal of laughter, bringing it back down to earth, like a slow siren. "Shut up!" Jay replies. "Or I'll tell Jare you made fun of me!" "Well he ain't here now, so shut yer trap and take what's comin' to ya!" Joseph made fun. "Oh really?" Jay replies. Little did the two of them know, Jay had to pee... real bad and what opportune time, than to have Joseph right in the line of fire! "Ohh-h-h-h-h-h-shh-h-h-hit!" Jeffry yells out, "Oh shit, that's like the funniest thing I've ever seen!" He couldn't very well let go of Jay, even though it was his cock, pointed straight at his chest, the pee-pee running right down the middle. "Jesus, Joseph & Mary, Jay!" Joseph calls out, feeling the heat paint a stripe down his middle, flowing over his own cock and balls! Jeffry blasphemes, "Your family?" Finished with doing his thing, there was nothing for Jay to do but relax and smile. Joseph, in response to Jeffry's comment, finally sets Jay onto the rim of the hot tub, saying, "Jeffry, you're going to hell!" Again, a good rataliator, Jeffry says, "Come with me. Bet we could have a hot time!" "Why wait?" Joseph replies. "Uh, Joey and Jeffry, can we please get in and get out, because I'm like so starving?" So confident in each other, even though meeting for the first time, only minutes prior, Joseph takes Jeffry's cock in hand, saying, "Me too, Jay!" It sure put a smile on Jeffry's face!" The door squeezing open, Jay looks towards it, saying, "Well! What happened to you?" Thor, coming over to Jay, he wraps his arms around the dog, "I was missing you boy, something fierce!" Next to happen, left Jay astonished, "Oh my god, Thor!" when he jumps in the hot tub. "Gross!" Joseph says. "Oh, don't be such a woos, Joey!" Jeffry says, coasting down the two aluminum railings and submerging himself. "Wow, Joey! You know you look bigger from down here?" "Are you going to just stand there, or help me, Joey?" "Shut up about my big balls, unless you're hungry for them!" Joseph says. Then to Jay, "I suppose if I don't help you, you're going to go tell your big brother on me?" "Like it would matter, Joey?" It made Jeffry inquisitive, like what did Joey and Jared have going on between them?! About his big balls, for now Jeffry was keeping silent, but he knew there would come a time... With Jay going in, Thor came out, on his own, stepping right up the half-submerged stairs, shaking his fur out. "Oh geez!" Joseph tries turning his back to the onslaught of splattering water. Swimming like an alligator, Jeffry surfaces just in time to help Jay sink up to his pecs. Catching a glimpse of Jeffry's wet bod, Joseph says, "You look hot when you're all wet." "Thanks," Jay replies. "I didn't mean you, dimwit!" "Oh!" Jay exclaims, "You meant Jeffry?" Jeffry and Joseph exchange glances, Jeffry saying, "Now I know what your brother meant about a hard head!" Joseph, having not been there when it was said, "Congratulations, Jay!" "For what?" "Getting it up?" This time it's Jeffry and Jay trying to decide in their minds if Joseph is due for a tickle-torturing, but with Jay in the tub, Jay replies, "Later on, you're going to be in for it, Joey!" Floating with his chin on the surface, blowing streams of air of the heated mist, Joseph replies, "I certainly hope so!" As it went, they stayed in the hot tub for about twenty minutes, Joseph and Jeffry getting to know each other, Jay playing with Thor. With the ability to have one hand free, he played `fly' with the shepherd, trying to touch his nose, while Thor try catching Jay's hand. Thor did a few times, but so gentle, Jay wonders, "Did Thor ever grab anyone on purpose, Jeffry?" "Oh sure. Once Arrow and I were walking the road by the farm and a group of thugs come out of nowhere. One of them held me and two held Arrow. A third started working Arrow over. Through the field, like a bullet shot from a gun, Thor comes racing, jumps right over the fence and catches the assailant's arm. The one holding me panics, curses, lets go and starts running. From there I was able to help Arrow," Jeffry explains dramatically. Joseph guesses the rest, "So you saved Arrow's life and lived happily ever after?" "Not exactly. I mean, we were happy, but you don't know Arrow. He's like a free spirit. He's always on the go, with no one to hold him back." "Sounds like my kind of man!" Joseph laughs. Jay asks, "But you two were together, right?" "Like I said before, I had some rough times and Arrow helped me piece things back together again. As far as a relationship, there wasn't one." Sizing things up, Joseph says, "You and Jay would make a nice couple!" "Thanks for the horoscope reading, Mr. Matchmaker!" Jay replies. "I'm just here to help," Jeffry says. "I like that answer!" Joseph says, with wishful thinking! Jay says, "Thor looks hungry." "Like, I know that psychological stuff," Joseph replies. "Like, the dog isn't hungry, but you are?" Playing him up, Jay replies, "Oh, you found me out, Joey!" As it went, Joseph got a nice stare in, Jeffry hopping out of the hot tub and bracing Jay, while Joseph helped him up to the brim of the tub. Unafraid to say it, Joseph says, "Nice the way they hang," licking his lips! Jay says of it, "Hey, after Thor and me turn in, I don't care how you two handle yourselves!" Jeffry differs in opinion, "Oh, but don't we owe Joey a tickle-torture?" "Thor and me are going to watch some Tv. Don't make too much noise," Jay says. Getting to the kitchen, Jay didn't have an ounce of strength to pull together BLT sandwiches, so he got deposited in the sitting room in front of the Tv, waiting for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to be delivered to him. Joseph, taking a light blanket and placing it over Jay's bod, tucking it in at the pits, says, "Geesh! How can you stand this place, it's such a wreck?" "I know," Jay replies, "but to me it's home, no matter how it looks." "You're a real trooper," Joseph smiles as he brushes the hair from Jay's forehead. Coming into the room, Jeffry says, "You're out of bread, butI found some spaghetti. There's no sauce. You wouldn't happen to be Italian, Joey?" Answering, Joseph says, "I think I can whip up some sauce. See any tomatoes lying around?" "Nope," Jeffry replies. "How about some olive oil?" "Nope." Arriving at the kitchen, ahead of Jeffry, Joseph asks, "What did you see?" "A can of black olives?" Joseph, produces a jar from a cabinet, "I think I can do some magic with this?" "Could be some noise tonight, when I tickle the hell outta you!" "Just don't alarm Thor. I don't want anyone's arms savagely ripped off," Jeffry replies. Looking up to Jeffry with fear, Joseph asks, "He wouldn't do that, would he?" Smiling, Jeffry says, "There's always a first time!" Joseph suddenly says, "I think I heard something. I'm going to check." Interrogating Jay about the `noise', it was reported Thor tried jumping up on the sofa and missed, but made it the second try. Informing Jay of the spaghetti dinner, only strands of pasta, moistened with sauce, Joseph didn't hesitate to head back to the kitchen. "Aren't they silly, Thor?" Jay asks the dog. Yet, he most likely knew he would be conked out before the spaghetti was served! When Joseph walks in the kitchen, he walks right up to Jeffry and with the palm of his hand wide open, spanks the cub right on his bare butt... "Ow-w-wch! Oh shit, Joey!" Jeffry tried to turn around and look at his butt. Laughing heartily, Joseph says, "More fun walking around nakee, huh?" Holding a kitchen utensil, oversized fork, Jeffry replies, "I should skewer that sausage and throw it in the oven!" "Oh? I thought we were having vegetarian spaghetti!" Coming right back at him, Jeffry says, "Oh, you're vegetarian. Now, that could pose a problem, Joey!" "Vegetarian? Hardly. Nope, love my red meat! Gives me plenty of sustenance!" He had the fork in his hand, but set it down on the counter, as Joseph closed up the gap between them. Regardless of how hungry Jay claimed he was, Joseph slips right down Jeffry's bod, hands scraping along the sides of the cub's torso, tongue wetting the embedded treasure trail... "Like oh my god, Joey! I'm so sensitive there!" Getting even for the change of birth names, Joseph's tongue darts in and out of Jeffry's deep navel, "Oh, you mean there!" "And here," both of Jeffry's hands slap against his own pecs, "And there," he moves his legs apart. "Oh my. So many places, so little time!" Joseph says, going for the place which, in his estimation, matters most! Then again, Joseph's surprise attack was thwarted by a rasp at the back door. "I wonder who that could be?" Jeffry asks, stirring the spaghetti pot. "I'll get it," Joseph steals a half-wet beach towel from hanging over a stool. It's not the first time he's answered the door at the beach house, knowing the exact place to look to see who was there. He had his own system; female, he'd wrap up the package. Male? The towel was balled up and tossed aside. He balled up the towel and tossed it on the deck table, saying suggestively to the man on the other side of the screen door, "What can I do for you?" "Is Jeffry here?" At the sound of Arrow's voice, Jeffry hears Thor bark. Thinking something is wrong with Jay, he switches off the stove and hightails it into the study, exclaiming, "Is everything all right in here?" Everything was fine, Thor up on the sofa, sitting on Jay's legs and peering over the back. However, not even Thor's bark could wake Jay, dead to the world! "Hey, mate!" Arrow greets them. "Shush, Arrow! You're gonna wake sleeping beauty!" "I thought it was a kiss that woke her? Him? Whatever?" Arrow replies, finding it tough to keep his attention on the sofa. Finally, not to throw attention on the two naked men, "How you doing boy?" However, Thor didn't make a motion to come over to Arrow. "That's gratitude, mate!" Joseph tells him, "I think Jay and your dog have been bonding." "Well, it's just as well, when I tell you the news I have," Arrow says. He could tell something was eating at Arrow, because he wasn't his total, usual, happy-go-lucky self, "What's wrong?" "Mum. She's not doing well. I've got to catch a flight back as soon as I can." Joseph had walked out to the kitchen, rekindling the fire under the spaghetti pot. In all of the few minutes it took the other two to walk back to the kitchen, Jeffry had bragged all about Joseph, so much, that when Arrow hung over Joseph's shoulder and looked down at the strands of spaghetti, forked up in lumps, "Whatcha got cookin' there, Mate?" Turning his head quickly, Joseph knew what he was doing, plowing his face into the scruffy shadow of Arrow's cheeks, "Lumpy spaghetti. Ever have it before?" "No, can't say I have," Arrow replies, standing there without flinching a muscle, except one which moved whether willed, "Is that an invitation for dinner?" "As long as you have a steel drum for a stomach," Joseph turns just enough to rub the back of his hand up and down Arrow's shirt. "It's probably not that bad," Arrow replies. "All it needs is some sausage and meatballs!" Jeffry could see where this was going. He was only preparing something for Jay, because right now he wasn't at all hungry, so decided to join Thor at watching some Tv. Forgetting where he was, Joseph casually decides to lean back, "Oh shit!" the handle of the pot grazes his bare back, jumping forward! "You don't fool around, do you mate?" he's forced into Arrow's arms. At the time of impact, Joseph could feel it, the bulge in the Aussie's pants, "On the contrary," Joseph feels up Arrow's lycra bikini, "I make it my business to, when confronted by a hot man!" Arrow didn't wait for an invitation, nor anymore man-games, taking Joseph in his arms, making like he was looking down his back for, "I should take a look at that burn." Falling for the bait, Joseph has a scheme of his own brewing, "You should. How about in the bedroom?" He knew they had made a switcheroo with the beds, Joseph slowly leading Arrow to the bed Jared sleeps in, slowed down by kissing and getting Arrow stripped down. Joseph loved it, Arrow taking control of the action, red lycra bikini dropped at his ankles, Joseph sitting on the foot of the bed. It didn't last long, right after Joseph starts nibbling on the meatballs. With cock in hand, Arrow began to give Joseph the hint, "Time for some sausage, Joe!" Right Joseph didn't care what he was called, as long as he was being summoned to `dinner', opening wide and accepting the offering. "Yeah... take it mate!" Stuffed right on in, Joseph, if anyone could seen him, would see his eyes bulging and sensing what Joseph is sensing now, quite a lot of gagging. Pulling off, Joseph gasps for air, "Jesus, Joseph & Mary, Arrow!" Arrow jokes, "I thought it was Peter, Paul & Mary, mate?" Not into religion or music at the moment, Joseph doesn't answer, but rather commands the situation, taking Arrow under the balls and coaxing the tall Aussie towards the bed. As if reading each other's mind, Arrow kneels on the bed as Joseph falls over on his back. He could get rough if the situation played out, but not knowing anything about Joseph, didn't want to scare him off, but did leave him with some words of wisdom, "Do a good job, Joe and I'll give you a big reward!" Meanwhile, Jeffry thinking it not right to have Jay's head laying in his crotch, when he picked the head up and sat on the end of the sofa opposite Thor, warming Jay's legs, he placed a throw pillow over his pubes, then Jay's head on the pillow. The Tv interested him for about a minute, then he dozed. Quite the opposite of the back bedroom, the place was rocking. Caught in the throes of sexual interaction, the sucking didn't last long, because Arrow was already keyed up over Joseph. First, he had instructed, "Doggie-style, mate!" and before plugging the hole, slapped Joseph on both asscheeks. To Arrow's amazement, rather than fight the feeling, Joseph replies, "Oh yeah... yeah, give it to me!" Give it to him, Arrow did, tanning Joseph's ass, which served to keep him hard, along with the other hand wrapped around his massive stump. While Joseph sobbed in glee, Arrow was spitting in his hand, lubing up his bat, asking, "I hope you're tight, mate?" Joseph had to level with him, "It's been awhile since I've had a buttplug inserted, so probably I am?" he looks over his shoulder. Even though Arrow knew there was nothing like the real thing, he says, "Oh really? Got a nice collection at home we could have fun with!" "Home?" Joseph bites a lip, "Like back at your hotel or `back', back home?" Still stroking, eager to move on, Arrow says, "Oh, you and me mate, could have a fine time!" Then without anything more spoken, Arrow split Joseph's ass cheeks and spit. He worked the spit in, adding to the slippery, slithery substance, a finger in and out with little resistance. "Oh yeah," Joseph says, pushing his ass back. Inserting two fingers, Arrow says, "I love a glutton for punishment!" Playing Arrow out, Joseph says, "Yeah, punish me!" Arrow didn't waste any time, pulling the cheeks apart and barreled forth, piercing Joseph's somewhat tight core. "Oh-h-h-h-h, not bad, mate," Arrow sinks in to his balls. "Oh man!" Joseph is squinting his eyes and arching his back. Right now, even though it was important both witnesses to a hot fuck felt awesome, the Aussie, a hand to Joseph's shoulder, pulling himself in deeper with each hard pulse of pressing his hips forward, made it seem like it was a oneway affair. On the other side of the two-way street, Joseph, 97% of the time, needed to feel more, thus giving in to thrusting his ass back, towards the aggressor. Being one of the `3%' guys, all Joseph needed to do is stand there, on knees and palms of his hands, in as rigid fashion as possible to enjoy the benefits of mighty rammer. Part of the turn on for Joseph was hearing, sensing the slap of Arrow's big balls, which earlier on he could tell of the immense size, just by failing to fit both in his mouth at once. One of his `pet' enjoyments of working a man's bod over with tongue, the tip moving golfball-sized pellets around, driving his top insane with delight. It is probably the reason, Arrow in the throes of ecstasy, his balls being tongue-teased, the reason for compulsion, need to address his big shaft, expanded to the maximum size and an insatiable yearning to feel the sides of his 7-inches massaged, hopefully with a stiff ring. However, for either, whether a cock was big, or the door to ecstasy tight as a ring, the matrimony of both was proving to be more than either had expected. Though, Joseph had a feeling this fuck was going to be more than a normal, run-of-the-mill in and out, long-lasting, which drove him on and on into wanting Arrow to dig deeper and deeper. Not the only one, Joseph knew he wasn't the only desiring one, Arrow changing up things, one hand to two, pulling back on both sides, sweat dripping down onto Joseph's already wet back, offset by his own unconscious feelings, which often come with two going at it without much about it, only concern, the intensity of one's feelings. Then, just as Joseph is at the ultimate pleasuring, feeling like he's about to blast his load within the next 2 or 3 minutes, there's a big let down... Pulling out, Arrow's hand slaps Joseph's ass so hard, followed by a brash, dominant, dictatorship type of rendering, "Turn over, bitch!" It wasn't something Joseph expected, but he has to admit he's `been there, done that' before, one of those 3% tops, overzealous in attitude, making it a one-sided fuck-fest and whereas some surprises would bring on fear, this type of `fear' only serves to keep him harder than a rock! In fact, the way he likes it prevails, when he goes for his own cock, while bombardment of Arrow, forcing himself in all at once. "Hell yeah!" Joseph gives himself a wank. `Oh my!' is Joseph's reaction, when his Aussie penetrator, dug in for the duration, slaps not only hand away from stroking himself, but feels the heat on his Italian sausage, stingy from the handslap and words ringing in his ear, "You come when I tell you to come, boy!" Age 32, he gauged his aggressor not more than 5 or 7 years older, hardly a difference in periods of time to be deemed a `boy', but Joseph had played that role more than a few times and was not unfavored by the use of the rhetoric, sending a message to Arrow, giving him the knowledge of being a willing victim, "Yes, sir!" "You got that right, mate!" Arrow mixes fantasy and reality. "You'll do everything you're told, boy," and with that, pounds Joseph's ass, jabbing, a ploy to send a friendly message. "Oh-h-h-h-h-yes-s-s-s-sir!" is Joseph's gut reaction. It was strange, never happening to Joseph before, but maybe that's the way they did it in the `land down under', Arrow pulling out, getting his hand all gooied-up, demanding, "Now you can get yourself off!" "Now?" Joseph was surprised as all hell, seeing Arrow there, sweat dripping down him, like he had just emerged from a sauna, hot shaft in hand and furiously going at it. "This!" Arrow swats the tip of Joseph's cock! Having been through this scenario a few times, there's been some hot times had, Joseph experiencing a nice, hot, rough top man, "Yes, sir," the sting to his cock head driving him insane, already adding fuel to the fire, like Joseph prolly had to come as bad as Arrow. And so it came to be, both stroking themselves off, until Arrow changes things up again, shooing Joseph's hand away, only to replace it with his own cock, lined up, side by side and stroking both with one hand. As for Joseph, he knew what to do when losing control over his own hard shaft, something else which keep building momentum, work his next center of pleasure, his pecs, softly, then working up to harshly mashing nips. Vocally, their duet drove the whole camaraderie of feelings on, pangs of wanting to come, but on the edge of the cliff and not quite ready to fall over, or rather, so edged on by their sexual pleasuring of each other, `jump!' It wasn't prolonged and as a last act of butchery, Arrow leaps forward, his slimy cock sliding right up Joseph's chest, a hand to the top of his head, pulling on his hair, with a command, "Open up, bitch!" Already part of the way there, shocking, astonished by the turn of events, Joseph's mouth is partially gaping open. Taken as an act on his part, Arrow stuffs his shaft inside, yelling, "Yeah! Take it boy!" `Take it', Joseph did, but he wasn't all that surprised, having had a rough top mount him, feeling ass on his stomach, slide up his chest and with melons planted on his pecs, no options whatever to having a cock slide in his mouth, balls slapping on the underside of the chin! Probably neither were concerned about the condition of the bed, rocking from foot to head and back again, banging against the wall, oblivious to anyone else at the residence, only selfish thought on their mind, to please each other, intent on getting off, no matter what the cost. Surely it seemed that way for Joseph, no choice in the matter of having his throat canal widened! "Shit!" Arrow calls out suddenly, his shaft, in the process of unloading the hairy fuel tanks underneath. "Sorry," Joseph coughs, says with interrupted words, after pushing against Arrow's shoulders, "but... you like, almost suffocated me!" he coughs up more cum and spit. Even though he had gone the distance, if Arrow was `reading' Joseph right, his words would not frighten, but excite, "I'm not used to having boys ruin my final moment?!" Yeah, they were on the same wavelength, Joseph replying, "Sorry," and to complete the thoughts between them, "I guess this means you'll be punishing me?" there was a hint of wanting, a slight upturn of Joseph's lips. "Damn right, boy!" Arrow has played this out before. It wasn't the first, Jeffry among them, other `boy' whom he has choked up before, resulting in lying down on Joseph's chest. Only momentarily, Joseph had to admit this was a new take on an old theme, "What the..." Arrow moves his bod around, his spent cum, which did not go down Joseph's throat, mixing of sweat and semen, creating a funky mix, followed by "Get up!" Wondering what was next, Joseph, who hadn't secreted his happy fluids, does what's ordered, not a stranger to taking on a demanding, authoritative top, "Yes, sir," rising up as Arrow allows him. A scene often played out, whether in the throes of fantasy or reality of the moment, as Joseph gets to his knees, Arrow's bod lies out perfectly symmetrical on the bed, hands behind head, in a relaxed position. Half-joking, a little of the pizzazz gone out of their play, Joseph asks, "What's next boss?" "Clean me off. I want every last drop of cum and sweat wiped clean of my chest, stomach, pits and elsewhere. Got that, mate?" "No," Joseph felt some of the luster gone, "but I will soon enough... Sir!" He had a feast! While Arrow seemed to move in and out of conscious thought, there were sounds of pleasuring, Joseph thinking back on the `why' of Arrow's bod, slithering over his own, only to create a gooey aroma, slick covering to lap up, which pleased Joseph so much, it wasn't only Arrow eliciting sounds of pleasure. A few times, Arrow would remove one hand and direct Joseph's head to an area of compulsion, like down to his cock, or a little higher, tongue-teasing Arrow's bellyhole, which was a new one on the Aussie, but not for Joseph, having done some guy's deep navel, tutored in how to curl the tongue to get it deep inside and fuck-like-ass. Part of the turn on, Joseph teased around the rim with his teeth, which either he knew it would earn either pleasure or pain for him. Regardless, either one would stoke Joseph's pleasure center. "Where'd you learnt that trick, mate?" Arrow cock his head up, chin to chest. Stopping for a moment, Joseph not only rattles off the information, but sends a message, "From a hot, determined master like yourself?" Even though things had relaxed a bit for Arrow, surely it could get better for Joseph, his `master' making comment, "Keep doing it. It turns me on." How could Joseph not tell? Even though he was inches from his own chest touching Arrow's pubes, his formerly half-story tall shaft had been rejuvenated, probably from all he was doing, the heat of the moment, feelings, aroma, but also the `new' thing, working Arrow's bellyhole, whereas later he was sure he wold be condemned for leaving tooth marks and making the deep cave red around the edge! It was some two hours, neither knowing that amount of time slipped by, such is when the activity involves ups and downs, but never boring, Joseph working cock, balls, bellyhole, licking every follicle on Arrow's chest, stomach and pits, stealing a few romantic moments and then, as may or may not happen, it happened, Arrow returning to his former glorious stage, "Get on my cock, boy!" A little confused, Joseph wondered, `mouth or ass', choosing what has not been part of their activity, saying, "Yes, sir!" As for Arrow, he left it up to Joseph. Really, he was too relaxed, even though his loins pulsed for release, lying there in the bed, a little uncaring now as to `how' he got off, though it was nice Joseph picked jack-knifing himself over his pubes, because one of his favorite things to do was to stroke a `boy' off as he was shooting his load. Only difference, as with Jeffry, he made Joseph raise the vehicle which provided the momentum for getting off and they wound up jerking each other off. After the fact, lying side by side in bed, Joseph just to ask `why' Arrow didn't `finish him off', inside of him. Easy answer, Arrow says, "I always play it safe, mate, when I don't know who I'm knockin' up!" % Copyright 2013 T. Chase McPhee `FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS', and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.