Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2009 18:17:17 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 15 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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safetymatters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection. PaTRick'S LuCKy CHarM 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "I'm coming close guys," Jason replies, after being `in heaven' for the past hour and a half. As promised, there wasn't a place on Jason's bod the two didn't traverse, except his eyelids. It was different, he had to admit, having a tongue in his ear, on the outside, lips tugging on the lobe. And, when Brett, or was it Karl, who licked every one of his toes? Didn't matter to Jason. It all felt good. However, right now seemed the apex of the double-bottoming, Jason's chest to the pillow, his ass in the air, straddling Brett's chest. Brett sucking his elongated shaft, while Karl tongue-fucked his ass... "Guys, you hear me?" "Want to do me?" Karl asks, saliva mixed with ass-juice, drizzling from his mouth. As Karl wipes it with the back of his hand, Brett pops off Jason's shaft and is quick to contradict, "You can forget any ideas like that Karl. I brought Jason here and sure as hell I'm not giving up him drilling my ass!" "No problem," Karl was cool, calm and collective. "Somebody's gotta work your cock Brett!" "That's nice guys, but we better get on with it before my popsicle melts?" "How do you want me?" Brett asks. Three in the bed was new for Jason, but his mind was fast to react, "Brett, on your back," he directed, Jason sitting up and getting on his knees. "I think it would kind of cool if you guys did a 6-9?" "Cool!" Karl said, immediately liking the idea. So, as Jason propped Brett's legs up on his shoulders, his hand began to feed Brett's ass. Getting the drilling started, he makes comment, "Oh yeah. this is going to be real sweet!" And as Jason sank deeper into Brett, it was a big burden off his shoulders, Karl taking up the slack by wrapping his arms around Brett's thighs. The bed sway with the movement and soon an exact rhythm began to perpetuate, Jason's torso driving his 9.5c deep into Brett, his balls slapping just below the target. When Jason's nips pushed forwards, Karl's pubes pressed downwards. In sync, Karl's head bobbed down-up-down-up-down-up... "Oh man this is so fuckin' hot!" Jason said of the threeway lust session. He didn't know it, but every comment out of his mouth acted as fuel for building the hot fire which lurked in the minds of the 6-9-ers. Jason kind of got a kick our of Brett though. He shot down Karl on the ass-fucking, but he whimpered whenever the two kissed, at first instigated by Karl, then Jason liking it so much, led the pursuit. % Perspired was hardly the word to use - `wet' more like it, as Patrick and Ke'ala lay there in the cabin's sole bed. "I think you are ready?" Ke'ala says, pressing on Patrick's knees with both hands. "Unless you think I should caress your cock with my lips more fully?" Patrick didn't say a word at first. He was thinking. "You're so poetic Ke'ala." "Thank you." "I don't know Ke'ala. I like never did this before." Even though the room was poorly lit, the room was not completely devoid of light coming either from the moon outdoors or the jon door open a crack. The two could see each other as ghostlike images. Ke'ala picked up a shimmer on Patrick's smooth chest. He suggests, "We have all summer?" Feeling relief in Ke'ala's theory, Patrick says, "Uh yeah. I think that would be a good idea," thinking of putting it off too. Narrow, in order for the two to fit in the bed, Patrick automatically turns to his side, Ke'ala doing the same as he lays down. His arm slides under Patrick, Patrick's right arm sliding over Ke'ala's bod, down across his back. "Oops, sorry!" Patrick said when his finger accidentally dove in and out of Ke'ala's ass crevice. "It feels good," Ke'ala replies, but his interest lay more in making love to Patrick's lips. It seemed to dwell on Patrick's mind as they made out, but his hand seemed to gravitate lower and soon all four fingers slipped into the crack. % "I want you!" "What?" Karl questioned after the two finished sharing a kiss. "I want your ass!" "What?" Brett voiced opinion almost choking as his head swung to the side and dislodged Karl's cock from his throat. "What are you doing?" he furthered his disatisfaction, feeling Jason slowly slip out. Not a novice at fucking a guy's ass, three was presenting a challenge, Jason making it up as he went along. "I want you..." "But `I' brought you here, Jason. Are you forgetting that?" "Yeah, but if you don't do what I tell you I'll spank that tight ass of yours!" "I think he'll do it too," Karl said. "Not that you wouldn't like it, huh Brett?" Jason was speaking Brett's language. Humiliation, deprivation, losing out on a hard cock punching his ass, "How do you want me Jason," he surrendered. "You," Jason nodded to Karl, "chest on the bed." And after Karl's chest slaps against the sheets, "Brett on your knees and I want you to fuck Karl's throat like it were Beckham's ass!" "I'd rather be tonguing it," Brett replied. And drawing off of their early evening scene at Salv's bungalow, Jason replies, "Just do it!" "Yes, sir!" Brett replies, kneeling on the bed in front of Karl. "Um, want to pick your head up Karl?" But Jason was all ready for ramming speed and with force, grabbed at Karl's nicely sweated up dark hair as he punched in. It was opportunity at its best, Karl opening up, not because of Jason's order, but because his ass being attacked so viciously. However, Jason's torso taking the plunge, his back arched the other way, his head dropping backwards, eyes squinting harder shut than Karl's eyes, as he shouts with ecstasy, "OMG! You're so fuckin' tight!" Not a `top', Brett thought of driving his cock down Karl's throat more with revenge. Also jealousy set in, "I'll show you tight Karl!" And Brett drove his balls right up against Karl's chin, the heavy sacs quick-snapping underneath. As has been done to himself, Brett takes Karl's flailing arms and contorts them into a position behind Karl's back, placing his wrists together, hands acting as restraints. "Feel good Karl?" Brett asks as if a dominant master, same time driving his hips forwards, contracting his glutes. "Back off, Brett!" "What'd I do?" he questions Jason. "'Cause Karl is like so fuckin' tight I want this to last?" "Um, sure," Brett's demeanor returns to the subservient mode. "And let up on Karl... if he fuckin' passes out from oxygen depletion I'm like gonna like follow through with whipping your ass!" It was a toss up. If he throated Karl long enough and kept an irregular rhythm, he would definitely not be able to guess when to inhale and exhale. Plus, he was sure Jason meant beating his ass with `his cock'.. His thoughts drove him onward regardless, Brett thinking of Jason taking a belt to his ass! % Twice Ke'ala reached behind himself and encouraged Patrick's hand to slip deeper into the valley of his hairy ass cheeks. First time, after the initial prodding on Patrick's first touching experience, Patrick allowed his fingertips to skate over the small mounts of hair covering. Second encouragement on Ke'ala's behalf, Patrick had to come to his senses, breaking off their kiss. "Wow! You're really hairy," he looks over Ke'ala's tanned bod, "in there!" Patrick thought it cute when Ke'ala points out, "Oh don't you worry. When you get in there you will be properly lubed!" "Y'know I was thinking," Patrick slipped into a more relaxed state, falling over onto his back, which required shimmying his whole bod towards Ke'ala. Ke'ala, in turn, if he didn't wish to get shoved off the bed, had to oblige Patrick's bod fitting on the bed by folding his front halfway over onto Patrick, their sweat-slimed fronts meeting like tires on a wet road. "It is good to think. It makes a man wiser when he thinks before he does!" Knowing Ke'ala was being philosophical, Patrick answers, "Well aside from that psych stuff, y'know I don't think I want to wait." It didn't take Ke'ala long before he replies, "What I think is..." and he chose to forget the edge of the bed was right behind him, his bod on the ledge of the mattress.."Oh! Ko'u `elemu!" "What's that mean?" Patrick says, looking down upon Ke'ala, stretched out, except for his elbows causing his shoulders to sit on an incline. He smiles, which means Ke'ala wasn't hurt. "What? Is it something dirty?" Patrick's bright smile can be seen, mostly his white teeth projecting the image. Sitting up, his head is about in Patrick's face as he says, "My ass." "I hope you didn't hurt it!" "Most likely not as much as you are going to!" He deserved, and got, a slap aside the head with his own pillow, Patrick's wielded weapon. "Oh! Now my head hurts!" "I didn't hit you that hard!" In the dull lit room, Patrick could make out the silhouette of Ke'ala's pecs. Curving his head to the side, Patrick got the message. Ke'ala wanted to kiss. Why not? Heads on the same level, it was most convenient. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ke'ala exclaims, backing off. "I am most sensitive there!" "Cool!" Patrick remarks. He reaches down to the floor, right in the triangle of Ke'ala's calves and thighs. "I'd say `very' sensitive." He would keep it in mind, when they both got in the throes of heated sex, next time to integrate a few nip tugs! "Are you coming back to bed?" he hinted. Kidding around, Ke'ala grabs Patrick under the arms and hauls his bod out of bed, right over on top of himself. "Who-o-oa! Ke'ala!" Patrick exclaims. He could have stopped his bod from being ejected off the bed, but went with the flow. "You're still hard!" Ke'ala says, his hand accidentally getting wedged in between them, in the place that counts! "All ready!" "You want me?" It was an understatement. Patrick has wanted Ke'ala ever since he laid eyes on him at the airport. He already knew it was a big turn on, his eyes feasting on a hairy man and Ke'ala fit the description of the perfect hairy man, the v-neck of his blue-toned, flowered Hawaiian shirt the backdrop for the mat of almost black hair covering his chest. When he saw Ke'ala at the pool, the water dripping down him, it formed the perfect trail down his middle, to his deep bellyhole. Right now, even though it was too dark to make out any definition of the hair pattern of Ke'ala's front, Patrick was feeling him as if every fiber of both their bods were as one. He never thought he would fall victim to it, being he landed slightly lower then anticipated, it brought him face to face with Ke'ala's hairy chest. He swiped his tongue over it, midchest. "Mmmm," Ke'ala responded in the affirmative, the tone of his voice reflecting his satisfaction. Patrick didn't even think of it, licking a guy's hairy chest. In regions of his teen mind he always had it set where guys would be licking him all over and he would followup with porking their ass. But this was different. This wasn't a one night stand or anything close to meeting up with a guy in a jon. "You taste good." "You want to taste more or should I keep tasting you?" "It stinks down here." Ke'ala turns his head and smells his own armpit. Patrick laughs. It was tough to make out, but the sniff was a good hint at what Ke'ala was doing. "No, it's not you." And then Patrick says, "You smell so sweet, Ke'ala!" "But I thought...." "What I'm complaining about is the rug. I think it's got some mildew to it. Can we go back to the bed?" "Oh," Ke'ala jokes, "I was just getting comfortable!" It was all so perfect, Ke'ala with his hands set behind his head, flashing his armpits, as Patrick stole a glance to his pecs. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh!" Ke'ala squeeled as Patrick mashed his nips. "You hurt me!" He said, sitting up, head leaning back as he watches Patrick sitting up on his knees. "You're such a baby!" It was tough to make out in the dark, but at least the clouds had uncovered the moon and more illumination gave Ke'ala more of a view of Patrick. "I know I am a baby!" And then he went on to tease, "Boo hoo... baby want more bottle to suck on!" "The hot milk is waiting for ya!" Patrick joked right along, his hand holding the `baby bottle'. % Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee This story 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.....