Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2021 14:14:47 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: `See The Good In All Things' 16 % This work of fiction is set in the format of real-world situations. Identifying details to real people, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental in nature. % Countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection and I don't mean going out and hiring a security guard...unless he gives your nuts and bolt a jolt! Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting handsome, hairy or steamy characters out of my stories. Do you dare imagine a story without any tops? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html % `See The Good In All Things' 16 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee (Flashbacks: Chad's background check) % Chad was getting fidgety. Already, he had contemplated calling his superior, wanting to be put on the this particular case, his and Sean's incarceration. When he finally did give into his whims, it was explained to Chad, 'what case?', when in fact there was nothing left to investigate. Then, when he said, "those animals have to pay for what they've done," it's something he had regretted, flying off the handle like that, pounding his fist on a hospital table in a threatening mood. Even though he was on his cell, noise carried. Cell to his ear, Chad hears, "and they will get what's coming to them, but for you, Chad," said like talking to an endeared partner, "you need to let this go and let us do our job. In fact, pal, you're on extended vacation until I say so." When Captain Bakken spoke, people listened. Just to look at the build of the man of Dutch descent, a person better straighten up, get their act together. Chad would come to know him as 'Hans', even though his first name was Kenneth. It was the first one in the secret service he could trust with coming out. After pocketing his cell, Chad sat there. Dean hadn't made even a twitch of his nose since waking, seeing his brother and then falling off to sleep. With nothing changed, it got Chad to thinking about his job after the phone call. High school was a breeze for Chad, graduating top of his class, handed the job of valedictorian. First year of college, same. With a stretch of three more years of criminal justice ahead of him, Chad looked upon it as a repeat of high school, nose to the books, studying, writing term reports, exams and moving onto the next level. He wanted more. He wanted to be out there in the field. He wanted to be out there helping people, not just helping himself. First year in college he decided to try out one of those Warrior events for charity. He failed miserably, thinking he must've eaten a ton of dirt, swallowed mud. He felt compelled to pay a visit to the doctor afterwards, thinking gall stones were growing in his stomach from the ordeal. Unfounded! Going on to not only do another Warrior, he got interested in triathlon, a hot, older guy talking him into it, leaving his number with Chad, in case he 'needed more information'. Chad had already been a good jogger in high school and from a young kid into his teen years rode a bicycle at a good pace. Swimming was not his forte, reason he took to swimming. Meeting this diver on the college swim team, Phil, he found himself a professional tutor. Chad not only kept his head above water, finding when he dove under, he could hold his breath for more than an ample amount of time. He and his dad didn't get along, which as it went, Chad and his dad never spent holidays together. Instead, one particular Thanksgiving, he accompanied Phil on a trek to the family home in Belle Mead. There he met Phil's dad, Phil Sr. and surprised he had a male partner, Greg. Over dinner he learns Phil Sr. is often away on business. It's understood, while he is gone, Greg is allowed to have men visit the estate. After the early afternoon main meal, they retired to the pool area, Phil tapping Chad on the shoulder, a cue to stripping down. For a minute there Chad watched, but not like he hasn't seen everything Phil owned, when his swimming buddy stands there in diving position, with nothing on, "uh, aren't you wearing a suit?" "It's not like we're at the college pool?" Phil says, snickering and then diving in. Chad contemplates. What a day to decide to wear Hanes boxer shorts. It's not that he's embarrassed to be in front of other men, but of Phil Sr. and Greg having just come out of the cabana, naked, then taken to lounging chairs, they're probably talking about him. Surfacing, Phil sees Chad standing there in only his boxers. It's not that he's never seen him in boxers, but swimming, they wore speedos. Of what he's wearing, nothing, "that's good Chad. C'mon in. The water's beautiful." Having procrastinated long enough, Chad takes the plunge. Funny, when he comes up he didn't feel anything different, but when he follows Phil up one of the pool ladders, the air hits his wet thighs, "oops, I think I lost something!" "What?" Phil stops at the top rung of the ladder, smiling. Back at the college, more often than not, changing in and out of team speedos, he's viewed Phil and other guys' asses. But right in front of him, Phil's ass with water trickling down it, it got him thirsty. It cooled his appetite, that some of those drops had fallen on his face. For in this moment he let it suffice and tossed it off as not being something sexual. In order to not follow Phil's leads, "what am I guessing that I already don't see, Chad?" Apparent, Chad's balls hanging down, "I should go find them, right?" Waving a hand, Phil says, "nah. The pool boy will get them in the morning when he comes to clean." "It won't get caught in the filtering system?" Strangely, Phil talked hardly anything of being gay, given he had two dads sitting at home, but now he was quite talkative, "on second thought, maybe you should spend the night and be here when the Dak gets here in the morning!" Taking Phil's word for it, Chad hikes up the ladder and out, water rushing down his bod, "I don't know. I have a test in the morning." Phil was right on it, "it's Thanksgiving, dummy. The college is closed tomorrow?" "Oh. Right. I guess I don't have a test." Being straight, it didn't matter. Having grown up in a two-dad household, Phil knew alot about gay-partnerships, probably more than some gay men. He also knew about people, the way they react, "if you're nervous," Phil puts a hand on Chad's wet forearm, reassuring, "don't be. Just think of my dad and Greg as you would of me." Chad jokes, "are you sure you want to go there, Phil?" "Stop shittin' me, Chad, I know you want my ass!" For a straight guy, Chad was thrown back. Truthfully, not having gone to a gay bar, or out there in a 'gay world', his mind was a void when it came to exercising his knowledge of such subjects. Since Phil was being frivolous about matters, "if I stay overnight, will I be sleeping in your bed?" Standing there, one hand on a circular table, Phil has one leg crossed over the other, hand on a hip, "I have twin beds in my room." How many dozens of times has Phil stood there, same position, while talking to someone. Only, after his dad and Greg had rearranged the furniture, Greg doing most of the he-man lifting and moving about, they forgot to replace the weight under the table and sure enough, Phil caves in, the table taking on a lean towards him. "I gotcha!" Phil shouts out, "oh shit!" Being observant, one of his qualities in swimming or anything, Chad had seen it coming. Ten seconds before catastrophe hits, he grabs the opposite side of the table which had gone up-ended. Both hands slam down on it and using all the strength he has, causes Phil to keep on his feet, instead of collapsing faced forward into the table. They stood there, looking across the table, even though the umbrella pole obscured their view, staring slightly to the side. When he came out of the pool, Phil wasn't winded, but now from the impending disaster, "oh man, Chad, thanks for having my back on that one." That gay humor, coming instantaneously and without hesitation, "well, I don't have it yet, Phil!" Unknown to either, Phil Sr. had sent Greg over as his emissary, "hey, guys, Phil saw what happened and wondered if you and Junior are okay?" Chad was entertained, hearing Phil accuse, "oh really? Tell me, Greg," he stands there like a bad-ass-boss, arms folded under his chiseled pecs, "who was it that reset the table and chairs, neglecting to set the umbrella in the weighted base?" "Um, me?" Thinking Greg kind of cute, it didn't go unnoticed, him stealing looks to Chad. Regardless, Phil was being cool himself. Whenever Greg pay attention to Chad's loins, Phil would roll his eyes, a dead giveaway Greg was checking him, without saying. Very entertaining for Chad, his eyes perusing up and down Greg's naked bod. He bit a lip, like it was a crutch, to keep from reaching out and touching that rich, lush rug of dark hair on Greg's chest. He could just envision an index finger traveling down the embedded trail and pursing his lips, that dark, deep bellyhole, he had to watch himself, because the table was not hiding anything below the belt! "So, what do you think, Chad?" He wasn't paying attention to what Phil and Greg talked about, "what do I think about what?" Like the thing about being in twin beds tonight, Greg and Phil were having a spicy conversation as well, "Phil here says," Greg is bold to say, "that I should give you a nice, long blow job, since I'm starting to feel guilty about, you know?" Gut reaction, Chad wasn't set against it, "really?" He looks to Phil, which brings reaction from the college swimmer, "well, you don't think it's going to me to swallow your spunk, Chad?" Truthfully, he didn't even think about Phil, though Chad did wonder if Phil ever had tasted a man's goo. Phil Sr. hollars over, "uh, what's the hold up, guys?" Rather than put the blame on his friend, Chad, his son takes the initiative, "Greg is supposed to be giving Chad a blow job, but he's not sure." Even though he didn't get the whole gist of the situation, Phil Sr. says, "well hurry and get it over with, Greg." Not a bit shy, Greg says, "you heard the man. Besides, I'm a really good cocksucker." Scratching his head, probably a nervous reaction, Chad simply says, "I don't know." Purpose to make it more enticing, Greg says, "I'll even throw in a rim-job and tantalize your balls." So surprised at Phil, being a straight man, "sounds like an offer you can't refuse, Chad." Whether impatience or coing up with a brilliant idea, Phil Sr. calls over, "better yet, Greg, bring Chad over here. I need something to jerk off to." Chad still could not believe his swimming friend wasn't gay, or maybe bi, him and Greg, on each side of his bod, walking him over to where Phil Sr. was lounging in his chair. Dumbfounded, not which he didn't know at least a few different positions to get in, for a blow job, Chad says, "like, how do you want this to go?" "Too bad we don't have a crowd," Phil Sr. says. "Crowd?" Chad questions. His swim buddy says, "he's being polite. What he means is, an orgy. You know, lots of guys as opposed to..." "I know what an orgy is, Phil!" Then Phil Sr's cell phone plays a melody, "dammit, Greg, will you get that?" "Of course," Greg says, saying 'hello' and then passing it along, "it's for you." "Of course it's for me," Phil Sr. says in a blaming tone. "Are they always like this?" Chad asks his buddy. "Always. And you'll notice, with my dad, it's always, 'of course, this' or 'of course, that'." Greg gets weary of Phil Sr. talking on the phone, comes over by Chad and Phil, "you know how he gets when it's business, Junior?" "I know," Phil replies. "Too bad you don't have any other playmates here." "I know, but I better get back, in case I have to take notes," Greg acts disappointed. Then stopping, he turns back, "oh, don't forget Chad, I owe ya one," he winks! Phil immediately says, "I can tell you're not too disappointed?" Not totally opposed to Greg's offer, Chad wasn't about to turn it down. right now though, "a little?" Touching Chad's shoulder, Greg sides, "just putting it out there to think about?" Chocking it up as another experience, Chad questions, "so, how many was it Greg had here last time for the orgy?" "I'm not always here for the orgies. I'm not gay, remember?" Even though a moron at such things, Chad still had his doubts about Phil's sexual preferences, "right. About that" he kept secret to himself, "keep reminding me, will ya?" "Good thing Greg gives me the head's up when these parties take place. Like one time," Phil babbles on, "I was in the middle of a shower and this dude shows up totally naked and walks in on me!" Chad, who has known Phil well enough, jokes, "did you scream like when you saw that spider?" "Our secret, man?" "Oh yeah," Chad rubs it in, "I forgot I wasn't supposed to mention you hate spiders!" "You're rubbing it in, man?" Whether Phil was gay, or not, Chad had to get more than verbal digs in, "rubbing it in, you mean, like..." Peering down at Chad's busy hand, Phil says, "do you have to even go there?" Chad's hand ceases the fake stroking, "I guess it's not doing anything for you?" "Nope." Apology following, Chad says, "my bad, then." Greg, standing there and keeping attentive to the two frat bro's goings on, tosses in, "uh, if Phil's not interested, I'll let you cash in on that little favor I owe you?" Strangely, Chad did have a hankering for something to transpire, having something to pick up where his thoughts of being on his knees, mouth lining up between his frat bro's legs. Of Greg's offer, Phil sought to allow the two to work it out. With Chad stopped playing with himself, Phil did feel a void. Afterall, the pair had slowly worked each other into being best buds, and that maybe it could be doing something gay and not being gay...why did it have to be so complicated, when it could be all so simple, "well, maybe I felt a little something, Chad?" Greg figure, since the two were working around things, instead of bringing it to a point, "or Phil, you could be nice to your buddy, so as not to hurt his feelings?" Phil gave him a look as if a deal turned sour, "um, I think I'll leave it for you two to work it out," he turns to leave the three-way conversation, "in the mean time, I'll go switch the pool thermostat on." He didn't say it, but wondered what that was about. Watching Phil, naked, walking towards a box, flip the door open, pop some switches, Chad felt something, that too bad he's not gay. Or was he? He could coax, but Phil had to figure out stuff like that for himself. "So," Greg gets impatient, "what about that blow job," and expanding on wrapping his lips around Chad's shaft, "or whatever else you might be up for?" Not being sure, Chad elaborates on his intentions, "uh, yeah, not sure about that, Greg. Can I get a raincheck?" Maybe Greg was disappointed, watching Chad slip away, but his dick in his hand was telling him there still could be potential in watching the two naked frat boys. Seated by the heated pool, in November, naked, when Chad sits, Phil places an arm around his friend's back, almost like a caress. Chad's under the impression that indeed, maybe there's some gene in his friend's dna, "I thought there might be something..." he didn't get to finish his thoughts about Phil being gay, being dragged into the pool, the caressing arm pulling them both in the pool. Surfacing, Phil says, "as you were saying, Chad?" "Nothing," then using coaxing as a tool, Chad says, "are you sure you're not gay?" "It should be the farthest thing from your mind, dude." However, it had yet to become distant from Phil's understanding of himself. In the course of their frolic in the pool, Chad felt Phil's dick on his ass. He wondered if it were ordinary horseplay, or were there alternative motives? "I don't know, Phil. It was like, 'your dick', it was wedged in there?" Growing up with two dads, Phil takes everything in stride, joking as if there was a houseful of Greg's friends, "hmm, come to think of it, your ass did feel kind of awesome, bro!" That prompted horseplay, one fighting the other for dominance. When Phil dunks Chad, it overturns almost immediately, Chad pressing Phil to the bottom of the pool, forcing a frontal assault to Phil's back. It then was observed by Phil Sr., when Chad and his son were underwater, both could hold their breaths for a long time. It's something he had taught Junior to do, but Chad also was fast, cutting like a submarine through the water, from one end of the pool to the other. "Where did you learn to swim like that, son?" Being a wiseguy, Junior says, "you taught me, dad!" "Not you," Phil Sr. points, "I meant your friend!" Clamping a hand over his friend's shoulder, "Phil. He taught me everything I know," Chad says, bouyant in the pool, as he looked up at the hairy man. Something Chad liked very much from the time he became of age, along with his peers, hair covering a man's bod. Such an obsession, when in high school, he used to go right home, get out his drawing pad and after sketching a crude bod, head, shoulders, midsection and beyond, scraped the edge of a pencil, filling in the pattern of hair covering each area, or leaving as a void. The chest or stomach he viewed as a blank pallet in itself. To this day Chad has his artwork put away, taking it out to add a new man to his collection of hairy patterns. He knew, when he got back home, 'Greg' would become his new challenge! "Tell ya son, you just give me the word and I'll have you meeting the right people and your Navy career will get in full swing?" Looking up from the pool, on Chad's mind was not what Phil Sr. said about joining the Navy, eventually the Seals, but that chest of dark hair, the trail separating his abs, darker stripe in the middle, over a dark navel, treasure trail and the bush around his ample size cock and danglers. Half paying attention, Chad got most of the gist of it, responding to what he thought, "I'll think about it sir. Thank you." A few things were going on here. Phil Jr. had taken his leave, butting knuckles with Chad, excusing himself, that he had a hot date. Phil Sr. gave Chad the rest of the Navy Seal sales pitch, cautioning, "well, don't let your decision go too long. No time like the present to become involed." More focused than anyone had been Greg, a few years younger than Phil Sr., lying there in a lounge chair, legs spread, hand working himself up. After their conversation, Phil Sr. looks over to the lounge chair, "I hope that hard-on is a result of me, Greg?" Greg challenges, "and if it's not, Phil?" With his friend there, Chad felt okay in the raw, but with Phil gone, he took a towel and wraps it around his waist. For whatever he was feeling, Chad wanted out, "well, thanks for everything, but I've got to get back and hit the books." "Oh. You have to go so soon?" He didn't and strange enough, Chad wanted to stay. Seeing Greg on his cellphone again, "don't you have some fellows you can call?" Having followed Chad's lead, Phil Sr. picks up a towel and wraps his loins up, "oh no. Me, I make it my goal to be an accommodating host." Then Chad had more condescending thoughts, like were his actions making his host fail? "Let me walk you out." Walking out meant Chad had to find his clothes, which were neatly put in a cubby in the small cabana. While in transit, Phil Sr. says, "Greg, he can come on a little strong." "Thanks for mentioning it. Exactly what I was feeling." A twentysomething guy with a forty-ish man, the age difference was overwhelming, but Phil Sr. never acted that way. In fact, Chad thought he was very sweet. Watching Chad dress, "I feel I should apologize, or," Phil Sr. treads lightly, "make it up to you in some way?" It was no secret, Chad's shaft slowly expanding in girth and length, without even touching it. In a way he was glad it didn't happen when he had his clothes off. It would've been more detected. However, when it comes time to place his tee shirt overhead, Phil Sr. takes it from his hands, "here, let me help." "Oh," is all Chad says of his shirt being manhandled by his host. Having made a lasso out of the shirt collar, Phil Sr. hesitates, "or am I being overly aggressive?" He had placed it over Chad's head, ringing it around his neck. Chad had yet to feed his arms through, but in an attempt, "it's still a little, wet?" With an endearing apology, Phil Sr. softly says, "oh, I'm so sorry about that, Chad. Would you want to come inside and I'll find you something dry, or I can dry your shirt for you?" It was a warm, slightly humid evening for fall, it was not only his shirt damp, but sweatbeads on his chest at Chad's back, "I suppose I better, or else get my car seat wet?" "No, you don't want to do that," Phil Sr. convinces, a hand retrieving Chad's tee shirt. Doubling back towards the house, Chad mentions, "what about Greg? Am I taking you away from him?" "Of course you are and I'm thankful for it!" Strange, Chad thought, "really? Like, how does that go?" Walking through the expansive kitchen, Phil Sr ducks to the side, retreiving a bottle of bubbly and two champayne glasses, "Greg and me, we're a tough couple to figure out." Chad wasn't sure his cliche was for real or wishful thinking, "well, since I'm putting my studying off, I've got some time?" His ears picked up, like a dog hearing the call to dinner, "oh good, I'm glad you decided to spend the night!" It threw Chad. He wasn't sure he meant 'that much time', until it seemed too late to retract, but with the sorry approach, "I hope that's okay, putting you out like that?" "Of course not, baby. No one's putting anyone out." Chad's instinct was to gulp. It was the first he's ever heard anyone, even of his own parents, call him that endearing enough phrase, 'baby?' "Here," Phil Sr. sets the bottle and glasses down, "why don't we leave your wet clothes downstairs?" Chad didn't realize how beautiful an experience it could be, having another guy help him strip out of his pants. Too hasty to get into his pants, getting out was another feat, over wet briefs. Going for his belt buckle, but Phil Sr. shoos Chad's hands away, "allow me." Then, like a few dozen boys and men he's charmed over a period of half of a lifetime, "mm-m," his hands slide down Chad's biceps, face-planting himself against the college boy's fuzzy pecs. Having contained himself during the high school sexual development years, Chad felt he was slowly coming into bloom. It made him go from a surprising smile to casual, thinking how much Phil Sr. dragged his tongue from midchest to his left pec. Phil Sr. went about it much like an enemy doing interrogation, "ever have a man's lips on your chest?" Both inquisitive and reserved, Chad says as he looks down the chasm of hair and Phil Sr's stubbled chin, "no." Having gathered that reaction from a few men in his sexual career, Phil Sr. says, "oh then, you're going to love this." Thinking subtle, Chad didn't expect much, not until the chest explorer opened his mouth and tongue leading, swips across Chad's nip! "Oh shit, um," he's lost for what to call his host, "Phil Senior?" "You're right around Junior's age, no?" "Uh, yeah, I think. We're the same age." "Junior calls me dad. Whatever you think?" That was a problem. With Phil Sr. dropping his towel in the kitchen hamper and this older man being a lover, but not feeling it yet as such, "then I guess 'dad' it is." Right now though, Chad wasn't absorbed with finding a sweet, endearing name to affix to his nip-licker, but moaned to the tune of Phil Sr's tongue and lips making love to his left pec. Dropping his head back, lifting chin and calling out unintelligible sounds was his way of coping with the sweetness. Chad did open his eyes when he felt Phil Sr. kiss his right nip, then head over to tantalize the left one. He had it on his mind to think up a sweet term to call Phil, Sr., like 'sweetheart', too old-fashioned or forced, 'sugar'? Nah, and even 'honey', that was worse. However, when Chad feels hands drift down his sides, towards his briefs, he senses it as, "very sexy!" Very much into labels and names, Phil Sr. knew he was sexy, on purpose, but also with all the moves to go with the title. Being Chad was having trouble pasting a label on, he suggests, "why don't you call me, 'dad' or 'daddy'?" Chad was perplexed, "Dad?" It didn't sit right. Having dislike towards his own father, "how about 'daddy'?" Right now he wasn't into the rhetorics of name-calling, Phil Sr's knees starting to buckle. His tongue paints a slick stripe, following the path of the stripe of dark brown hair down Chad's abs. He stops briefly to utter, "daddy it is!" His head tilted with every fraction of an inch, licking over the outline of pecmeat, feeling each of Chad's ribs. "Oh now, isn't this exquisite!" Not having had a man fuss over him so, Chad, now with hands on his hips, looks down the canyon of his pecs and seeing Phil Sr. look up at him, "what's exquisite," he tries it out, "daddy?" It did feel weird, corny, forced, but Chad immediately admits it more formidable than 'Phil, Sr.' He forgot all about it, having daddy's finger in his hairy navel go from being poked, to tongue, only to having it retrieved, daddy saying, "damn I wish I had a hot, gay son like you, to worship all day!" Putting one and one together, Chad equals, "but that wouldn't be right, for a father and son to," he wasn't sure what it's called, "to get it on?" "Get it on? Hmm, nice suggestion. Shall we?" Leading the way, his new 'daddy' has Chad going ahead of him, heading for a staircase. Nervous, Chad more admires the furnishings and even though he doesn't have a clue, "is this a Prince Louis the IX table?" It wasn't, immaterial to how 'daddy' was feeling, "it certainly is and I'd love to have you splayed out on it right now!" Not what Chad was thinking, the way 'daddy' had him hurrying past! Then... wouldn't you know it, Greg, out at the pool, flipping through his cell, could not find, out of at least 50 regulars, a man to come over right now? "Hey, can I get in on some of that action?" Chad gets pinned on a new namesake, Daddy saying, "that would be up to sonny-boy here?" Two hot men against one, who was Chad to argue, "why not?" He was already beyond the point of no return, on his way upstairs, naked and with a naked man more than twice his age, naked. Halfway up the stairway, Dad Phil wanted to venture further, Chad being the anchor, waiting upon Greg and being very cordial, "c'mon Greg. We'll wait for ya." Pulling on Chad's hand, Daddy was getting impetuous, which cost him a tongue-lashing, "would you wait," Chad stutters, "um, daddy?" Having almost pulled Chad up a step, Chad yanks his daddy down one, which causes him to almost plummet forward. Greg, having caught up with Chad, says, "watch it, Chad, he might wind up in your lap!" Chad asks, "is that good or bad?" Quick on the draw, Daddy yells down the few steps between, "don't answer that Greg." "Why not?" Chad innocently wonders, not having the full gist of a man's face planted in his crotch. Change of game plan, Phil Sr. says, "should we give Chad here the ole 2-on-1, Greg?" Excited, sharing a college lad, Greg, "yeee-eah!" With one hot man in front, the other escorting him up the stairs, Chad concludes, "I don't know about this guys." "Trust me," daddy says, "we'll be gentlemen about it." Greg's opinion, "or animals!" At that moment, that's how Chad looked upon the couple. Phil Sr., or as he was getting acquainted with, referring to him as 'Daddy', was more the gentlemanly, old-fashioned way of going about this. Greg, younger than his partner, had more modern ideas. With enough dillydallying, loins in anticipation, they reach the master bedroom. "Wow," Chad says, looking up, down, all around, "this is like ten times bigger than some hotel rooms I've been in!" While Chad admires the scenery, Phil Sr. and Greg set up shop. "Where did this come from?" Greg, smile planted on his lips, opens up, "uh, I thought it wouldn't hurt, with our special guest, to have some bubbly on ice?" Even though most of the time Greg was found to be without fault, Phil Sr. lauds, "well, for once you didn't flub up, Gregory!" Chad turns around in time to catch Phil Sr. placing a sweet kiss on Greg's lips. Reciprocating, they look like the perfect lovers. "Sweet, guys," he comments, standing there and observing from afar. "I'd say 'get a room'." They got it, already in a place appropriate for that sort of thing. Soon as they turn to face Chad, Phil Sr. gives Greg a playful tap at the back of his shaggy head. "Owch!" It didn't really hurt, "what did you do that for?" "For ignoring our guest? Now, serve him up some bubbly. And while you're doing that, I need to make a quick call." Chad wondered about that, the smile on Greg's face. He was equally mystified, watching him walk over to the bed, set the bottle of bubbly down, then proceed to sit, lie back and then stretch out. Approaching, Chad got the full effect, Greg's hairy chest stretched limb from limb, followed his abs-trail, slightly panning out over his navel, then that cropped mass surrouding his privates. The complete view had Greg's legs as far apart as could be stretched. His cock was keeled over, the tip about halfway between his balls and navel. He also had an ample sizing of nuts. "Um, Phil...I mean daddy," it sounded strange just then, like something gritty in his mouth, Chad saying, "wanted the bubbly poured. I can do it," he started for the bottle. "No," Greg pops up from the slumbering position, "I'll do it." But he didn't do anything, Greg flopping right back down, making like a snow angel. Chad thought it awfully strange, but stranger things had transpired since setting foot inside the house. Coming back into the room, Phil Sr. condemns, "uh, Gregory?" "What?" he just lifts his chin. "The bubbly?" Chad asserts, "I offered to pour?" "Much as I'm thankful for your offer, I asked Gregory to do it." With a fake yawn, Greg says, "I'm feeling like a little nap. Can you do it?" Stranger got stranger, even weird, as 'daddy' walks over to the bed. Like day and night his soft, sweet spoken voice changes to a rough 'drill-sargent' bark, "lazy, son-of-a-bitch, you'll learn!" "Oh shit," Chad voices opinion, seeing Phil Sr's palm come down over Greg's tummy-stripe! With an ouch, Greg does an instant situp, both hands holding his stomach, now with regret, "I'm sorry, okay?" Then it got weirder, a voice coming from the hallway and announcing himself, "you will be, boy!" Standing next to his host, Chad asks, "who's that?" On the right, Phil Sr. places his left hand over Chad's left shoulder, "good things come to those who wait. Still splayed out on the bed, the dude, dressed in black leather, an outfit unfamiliar to Chad, walks up to the foot of the bed, barking out, "when I enter a room, I expect you to snap to it, boy!" "Fuck you," Greg says. Yet, he does nothing to retreat, when the big, muscled dude grabs both Greg's ankles and hauls him to the foot of the bed, "we'll see about who fucks who!" "Watch this," Phil Sr. giggles. It didn't seem like any laughing matter, Chad watching the galut continue to pull Greg by the ankles and in lifting a knee, pulls his crotch right into the knee socket! "Uggggghhhh," Greg cries out. "Oh shit!" Even more amazing, Phil Sr. is still laughing, even more so, like someone delivered the punch line of a joke. Then, showing no remorse, the hairy leatherman pulls Greg forward by the scalp, into the bulging codpiece of his crotch, demanding, "lick it, boy!" Greg answer for that, "fuck you!" Inquisitive as hell, Chad says, "why doesn't Greg do it?" Phil Sr. looks towards Chad, "you haven't done any of this before, have you?" "Do any of what?" Before Phil Sr. can answer, the ball-buster is at it again, this time picking Greg up by the head of his hair and planting a fist in his midsection. Knocking the wind out of him, so it seems, Greg grabs his abs with both hands, falling to his knees. Phil Sr. wasn't laughing half as much, but was humored by it. Chad not so much and out of how he's been treated in his life, bullied by both his father and peers, steps up to the bat. Calling out, "hey, asshole," punches him in the side of the face mask he was wearing. It seemed to humor Phil Sr. as much as Greg's balls getting bashed by 'the asshole', "oh. My. God!" Feeling the side of his face, 'the asshole' was stunned, "what the fuck, Phil?" Phil approaches the altercation, "nothing personal, Shain. Chad here has no idea it's not the real thing." Chad questions, "real thing? What the hell does that mean?" More shocked than anything, Shain comes towards Chad, "that's some right hook you have there, son." Instead of retribution, he welcomed Chad with a handshake. From detrimental experiences, Chad recalls, "you shouldn't go picking on guys, especially ones not your size." Shain had to clear his mind for a moment, thinking of his own 8c, let alone what he viewed hanging between Chad's legs. His hand hung there, waiting for Chad to connect, when Greg steps in between the two, "we were playing a game, Chad. As you can see, no harm has been done." Greg seemed to be in good cheer, a hand displaying his balls like on a servig platter. He had to contend with his shaft at full mast, which had him lifting his own cock, putting his balls on better display. "And you're stomach?" "How about a toast?" 'A toast?' Chad thought on it. "What are we toasting?" As Phil Sr. had done, Shain comes over by Chad's side, "as you can see, no harm has been come to anyone. Why don't we make amends over a shot of whiskey?" From a hip pocket Shain produces a tiny silver flask. Chad thought it did look kind of sharp, like it was designed as part of the leather and silver-studded outfit. "I guess," he gave in. "In fact, why don't you be my guest?" Looking to Phil Sr. for direction, Chad asks, "be your guest, like, how would that go?" "Let me show you," Greg lays down on the bed, "flask?" Taking the silver metal container, Greg, doing a slight situp, guides his own hand over his stomach. Tipping the liquor vessel he allows it to flow until feeling it fill up his navel! "Oops," he says, when it overflows, coursing down the sides of his stomach. Shain takes note, "you'll pay for that." Totally in love with the whole persona Shain can evoke, the six-foot-plus frame, hairy bod, bulging codpiece, beard and everything that makes up the dominant hunk, Greg reacts, "I'm certainly hoping so!" "Weird!" Then he turns to Phil Sr., "so, what's your part in all of this?" "Same as you." "Me? How do you figure it?" "Standing here, getting horny watching Shain getting Greg and his own rocks off by their interaction with each other." "You call that fun?" "Oh come on, Chad," Greg lays there on the bed, hands behind his head, a shallow pool of whiskey topping his navel, "can you just go along with it?" "Yeah," Shain speaks up, "and to show you I'm a good sport about it, I'll let you have the first drink?" His first impression was of a mean ogre, but with Shain's hand rubbing his shoulder, he didn't think him any more harmful than Phil Sr., who had given him the same soft treatment. Chad gives in, "okay." "That's the spirit," Shain says. Phil Sr. stand there, taking it all in, "uh, can we get on with it. My tastebuds are getting a little thirsty." It seemed like Chad was going along with it, until he says, "except for one condition?" Phil Sr. and Shain look at each other. It was known for a fact, between the two, Shain Scott, for years had been the appointed drill sargeant for his unit of the Navy Seals, was used to having thing his way, stands there like he was impatient with a trainee doing pushups, hands on both hips, "and that would be?" "That shot from Greg's navel?" "What about it?" "Not which I've seen how deep it is, but I'd much rather be taking it from your navel." Dropping both arms, Shain says, "my navel?" "I think he's got you there, Shain," Phil Sr. smiles and snickers. "You keep out of this, Phil," Shain reprimands, slowly walking over to where Chad stood. Without knowledge of who this big mean ogre is, Chad exercises thespian skills learned in high school, "you'll apologize to Phil Sr. here, on your knees, for speaking to him in such a derogatory manner." After all, he rationalized, that's what this roleplaying stuff was about. Plus, he felt like seeing how far he could go, without having someone take a swing at him! Shain says, "he's shittin' me, right Philly?" "It doesn't look like he's shittin' ya, Shain!" Shain Adam Scott had been with the NSTP, Navy Seal Training Program since college. At age thirty-two he's accumulated enough experience to be a pinnacle of the training program, both in the psychological and physical sense. About a decade ago he was much the age of Chad, in the training stages. In a way Chad was making him think like he was looking at a carbon copy of himself, not putting up with anyone's guff. From where he came from in life, being a Navy Seal has molded him into a stronger person, but also well-rounded. It's taught him things he never would have, in just attending college. However, right now he was faced with one of his most handsome of challenges! Seeing Greg forming his own eagle-spread position on the bed, Chad decides to turn up the flame, "in fact, why don't you take a shot from my navel first?" Phil Sr. was about to burst out laughing, watching his friend get humiliated. He wondered how far this would all go. For certain, he knew Shain was digging Chad, or else he wouldn't be allowing him to take him further and further into a place he hasn't been before. "A shot from your navel, eh?" In a way, Shain was glad he had to make up his mind. In many aspects of life, whether on the training field with recruits, or roleplaying the dungeon scene, he projected more power, standing there with his arms folded across his bod, just under his mighty pecs. Greg did Yoga, was quite flexible and because he's tried it a few times, "well, if no ones interested in drinking from me," he folds in half, and with precision, bends over and sips his own cocktail, which had him sticking his tongue out and taking a slurp. It took Chad's attention away from the matter at hand, looking towards the bed. Just enough time for Shain to scan Chad's bod, from hairy pecs to his drinkable navel. Phil Sr., knocking elbows with his longtime friend, wiggles his eyebrows and smiles. In the meantime, Chad had been interested in how Greg could possibly almost fold himself completely in half, finding out he had done Yoga for years. While Chad had bent over to study the gap between Greg's pecs and midsection, it gave Shain another view of Chad, from the rear. He got another knock in the elbow and more eye wiggles! Then, Chad's sudden realization he was ignoring the leather hunk, straightens himself up, saying in a less dictatorial manner, "so, you up for that drink," and because he referred to Phil Sr. as 'daddy', "pops?" He once had a partner and they had talked about 'kids' and if ever he had one, Shain was thinking he'd love him to be the spitting image of this hot frat boy, "what are you serving, Philly," he breaks formation, reaching down to take the bottle out of his friend's hand. In reality, Chad couldn't believe it was that easy to coerce a hot hunk like Shain, to take shots from his navel, "well okay then." Diving into the bed next to Greg, "move over. Make some room." The only thing which bugged Chad, he had never consciously stuck a finger into his navel, so for certain wasn't sure if it were shot-glass-deep! But he didn't have to. Standing there at the foot of the bed, the bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, he confers with his friend, "so Philly, how much volume do you think we have to work with?" Having taken shots from Greg's navel, Phil Sr. says, "I know how much my boy's navel holds. Guess you'll have to find out that on your own," he kneels on the bed, "unless you need me to hold your hand, Shain?" "Fuck you," Shain says. Because his 'daddy' was so brazen with his friend, Shain, Chad doesn't let up on the humiliation, "you thirsty yet, pops?" 'Pops?' it strikes Shain as both a slur and a dig, but same time a tear of sweet endearment. Though Shain, a drill team sargeant hadn't sunk to anyone's sweet talking for years. "First I gotta see what I've got to drink out of!" Even though the bed was kind of spacious, Phil Sr. and Greg were taking up quite a bit of space. To Greg's left, Chad didn't have ample area to spread arms and legs into an eagle-spread fashion. Instead, his arms stretched straight overhead, legs down, only slightly spread. Chad had actually thought about it, anticipating Shain's reaction, didn't want his balls all cramped up between his thighs. In fact, he decided to play some mind games, "are you talking about my navel or this?" Chad already knew he was digging the leatherclad man, being he was already half-hard and now, handling his own semi-erection, "well, Pops?" In his field, training young recruits, there had been dozens of trainees who have come through the ranks that Shain would've loved to have had the opportunity to bed. It was torture to feast his eyes on their shirtless bods, or swimsuit clad buns, or when the occasion arose, going into or coming out of the showers. However, with Chad here, this wasn't boot camp, "like I said, I gotta see what I have to work with!" A boot camp instructor, he had taken troops through thousands of hours of training. One aspect he enforced over and over and over again was to always be on the lookout, all around, in front, to the side, overhead, but apparently, with eyes focused on the naked twenty year old, all those points of training went out the window. "Oh shit!" It would come to be known as Shain's biggest humiliation. Kneeling in the bed, it had become apparent to not only himself, but the others, his mind was not focused on Chad's bellybutton, whereas his eyes should have been scoping out the circumference and having it in mind to stick a finger in Chad's hairy navel, to measure depth. In his line of work, Shain worked with methodology, which an action could prove a theory and develop an end result. Instead, misjudging or miscalculaculating where his knees connected with the cushy mattress, proved disasterous. Not only himself, his right knee connecting with the right edge of the bed, slipping, but unintentionally kicking out his right leg, pushed Phil Sr. right off the opposite side of the bed. Falling forward, his own navel landed about where Chad was firming up his dick, all for the purpose of trying to lure 'Pops' onto his shaft, rather than tonguing JD from his fleshy and hairy drinking cup. Being Greg was taking up most of the room, he suffered the least. Worst thing, whiskey had emptied from his navel, which created sort of a mess. Not which it would be easy for a pair of lips to sop up! Phil Sr., who was feeling very 'hard', bounced back rather rapidly and unknown to the two on the right side of the bed, was readying himself to give Greg his shaft up the middle. In response to a perfect plan, gone wrong, he jumps up, kneels on the bed and in all honesty, meant to only shove Shain to the side. At thirty-two years old, Shain had kept up not only because he had been a gymrat since college, but liked having the bod to match, especially wanting to show off when in training. If by chance any of his men were gay, he wanted to make sure they would suffere, by drooling over him every time he shed his shirt. But now he complained, another unplanned reaction when his buddy pushes him off the cliff of the bed, "Philly, you asshole!" At this point, Chad was wondering if his balls were still in tact and concerned his stiff wood hadn't snapped off! When he found everything copascetic, he looks off the cliff, "what are you doing down there Pops, when you're supposed to be up here?" He had it in mind to treat Chad like one of his recruits. Yeah, there were times when a recruit thought it a joke to wiseass off at their training officer, and Shain well new how to catch them on the rebound. However this wasn't boot camp and Chad was being so cute, adorable, that he just felt compelled to react. "What are you doing?" Chad protested, being pulled off the cliff and tumbling down about the fleshy cushioning of Shain's bod. Right off, Shain notices something sticky, "did you cum?" Chad knew he was hard, his balls pulsing, but rightly wasn't sure, "I don't think so." Doing a pushup off Shain's bod, reduced to a web of leather, harness crisscrossing the chest, "oh!" Looking up at Shain's face, "you came?" he checks the second time. "No. The whiskey. It seeped out of my navel." That made Shain happy as a pig in crap, "oh goodie." Chad was slightly taken aback by Shain's comment. Here was this strapping, muscled man, uttering a quaint, 'oh goodie', when the image should have been grunting out, 'hell yeah,' or something of the sort. Moving on, his palms lifted his bod up. However, some catalyst was taking him in the opposite direction, which had him crashing down on solid abs and cushy pecs. By educated guess or symmetrical planning, their lips meet. When their lips part, Chad wasn't sure what to say. He supposed this was a concerted effort, which he meant he liked the taste of Shain's lips. "Oh, by the way, Greg and Phil," the 'daddy' wore off, "they aren't there anymore. I guess they snuck away when we were," "Getting acquainted?" Forming arms over Shain's fuzzy pecs, Chad was eagerly warming up to Shain's charm, "yeah." With knowledge of the empty bed and lying on the floor, Shain takes the initiative to roll them both over, till Chad's back is on the rug. Lifting himself to knees, then standing position, Shain, who was conscious of the tingling in his loins, gets the visual, looking to his inflated codpiece. Looking up the full stature of Shain's facade, Chad props himself up on elbows, observing, "are those snaps on your," he didn't know the proper name, "vinyl briefs?" "Vinyl? You're kidding me?" Then Chad figures out, the reason Shain has his left hand extended is to catapult him to his feet, which proves to be so. Their abs and pecs match, but of the leather straps across Shain's chest, "what is this called?" Rather than what it is called, but what it can do, Shain says, "are you doing that purpose?" "Doing what?" he kind of got the gist of pulling on one of the leather straps and letting go, causing it to snap over Shain's left pec, "this?" "Ooooh, you do that too many times and you're going to have those snaps on that codpiece, keeping my balls intact, is going to be bustin' loose!" It made Chad feel frivolous, "codpiece?" "Ooooooh, you really know how to work a leatherman!" At the mention of 'codpiece', referring to loaded balls, Chad's hand slid from snapping leather frond to Shain's nip, to feeling up the expanding leather. Really, by this point in time, Chad had figured he would be on his knees, whether to the rug or on the mattress, tongue-teasing Shain's shaft. On the other hand, Shain, who could pretty much figure out kissing to leading ripping clothes off and implanting himself, took it the opposite with Chad, wanting to take blasting his load nice and slow. "Shall we?" Meeting Shain's challenge, Chad paves the way, "after you, pops!" Nine out of ten times, and this was rare, Shain would be the shepherd leading the sheep. Though, he wasn't opposed to that one percentile, lying down on the bed and allowing Chad to have his way with him. It's only been a couple of times he's bottomed for a guy and in the two times he could remember, he played up to two at once, guys in their fifties and sixties. Now though, he was fascinated by giving himself up to this college frat. Lying down in bed, something at his back stabs him, "oh!" "What?" Sitting up, Shain reaches behind his back, "I can't believe I didn't feel this, lying on the floor." It was easy to unsnap the small case from his belt. "What's that?" Chad looks at the square case. Shain toys with Chad's imagination, "what do you think it is?" On his knees, straddling Shain's legs, Chad, like a kid guessing at an unknown sweet of some kind, places a hand on a thigh and leans in, "I suppose it would be a nifty little way to take along condoms?" It made Shain smile, Chad snatching it away. Holding it to his ear and shaking it, Chad says, "then again, unless they were steel condoms?" Entertained by the frat boy holding the leather case, Shain parks his hands behind his head, "go ahead. Open it." Going for the single binding snap, Chad says, "it's nothing that's going to pop out and hit me in the face?" "Just open it!" Chad knew what the secret held, but being he thought Shain was trying to keep something from him on purpose, when he does pull out the shiny metal cuffs, he dangles them, "hmm, were you thinking, using these on me, or me using them on you?" Strangely, Shain never left it up to the other dude's choosing, not if he didn't want to play with a guy's bod, "with me, nothing's set in stone!" Ever since Shain had stripped down, Chad felt compelled to get his hands all over that hairy, muscled bod. Cuffs, he had seen cuffs put on during an arrest, which had him joking, "so, do you want me to arrest you?" "Oh, I got an idea," Shain snaps out of lying down, "move aside a minute." Not only had Chad lusted to get his hands on Shain's bod, but apparently his loins were reacting as well, which had him pouting, "what now?" Sitting on the bed, yoga-style, Chad watches Shain hop up, go to a chair and grab up the clothes he had on. "You want to come here?" Shain held up an official looking shirt. Snickering, Chad replied, saying, "I thought I was the one giving the orders!" "Oh, you mo-certainly are, but nothing like adding a little roleplaying to the equation!" From swimming, Chad had a nice swimmer's bod coming on, but he hadn't yet reached the apex of his career. His shoulders fit nicely, but when Shain helped button it down, "oops, a little big." Pulling it out from his chest, Chad says, "apparently." "No matter." Didn't matter either, when Chad steps into Shain's pants, "I think I can fit you and me both in here." "Now there's an idea!" The two had a chuckle over it, Chad saying, "what are you, a security guard?" "Those are military stripes you're wearing, son!" Chad could tell Shain was proud. "So, what is this roleplay about?" There were privates, first class, second class, and eleven other ranks, but Shain sensed they would take too much explaining, so kept it simple and standing face to face, "my rank is sergeant, but being you're wearing the uniform, you're Sergeant, what's your last name again?" "I don't think I gave it." His pulsing crotch wanting to get on with it, Shain badgers, "what's your last name, then?" "You don't have to get grumpy, it's Barrett." "Okay, so 'Sergeant Barrett', as commanding officer of 'Private Scott', that's me, you get to direct me to do anything you want." Chad jumps at it, "anything I want?" "Meaning, what a Sergeant in the military would do." "But I've never been a Sergeant in the military before?" "You got a point there." "It's not like I've never see what they do in a movie, like order recruits to do pushups. Is that for real, like do sergeants get to order privates around like that?" He was getting impatient, or rather maybe his pulsing balls were, regardless, Shain just wanted to get it going, "do whatever you think you know." Figuring Chad didn't know much, Shain didn't think much would come of this. "So," Chad turns to grab the handcuffs off the bed, then dangles the shiny chainlinks from a finger, "I guess I'll put these on you first?" Not how Shain pictured how it was going to go, "uh, those are for arresting a soldier." "So, I'm arresting you, Private Scott?" He had a dejavu moment, thinking the same response he would get from a private, answering Chad, "what am I being arrested for?" "I dunno. I'll figure it out later!" He's played this game before, only the men of his fantasy have always been older than him, not young like this frat guy. Difference, though older, Chad was turning him on and whatever surrendering it took, he was all for it! "Fine. How do you want me?" Chad didn't think it would be this easy, "aren't you supposed to be addressing me with some dignity?" Exhaling impatience, Shain says, "how do you want me, Sergeant Barrett?" "Turn around." Shain turned. With bare feet and Shain apparently taller than him, Chad almost trips over the cuffs of his pants. He applies the handcuffs to Shain's wrists, clicks them shut and then decides to shed the pants after almost doing the same thing. Hearing something during the lull while he waits, Shain turns around, uttering, "too big?" Having slowly worked his mind into being boss, Chad says, "did I tell you to turn around?" "Geesh," Shain turns his back on the 'sergeant'. "Wow, do you allow your privates to backtalk you like that?" Shain was almost sorry he started Chad on roleplaying. If the roles were reversed, a few words would bring his 'private' onto the bed and his shaft massaging between the cheeks! "No." Based on movies he's seen, Chad says, "then you'll have to do some pushups to make up for it." Sure he's made recruits get down on their hands and knees and done pushups as punishment, "but my hands are cuffed behind my back. Like, how am I supposed to do that?" "Hey," Chad toys with Shain's emotions, "you should've thought about before you sassed off to me, Private Scott. And while you're at it, how about some respect?" Chad couldn't almost contain himself! Everything Chad talked up, Shain knew all too well. How many times has he knit-picked some private for not doing the right thing, or even doing the right thing, but wanting to drill him with more discipline? With his knees buckling, Shain tries being the perfect private, "whatever you say, Sergeant Barrett." Seeing Shain get down on one knee, Chad did feel pity for the 'old man'. Walking arond front, he gives in, "looks like you need help, Private." "I'm fine." "Who's giving the orders, private?" Right as he was to kneel on that one knee, Shain rises up, "if you insist, sir." More than some roleplaying, Chad wanted Shain more than even his shirt could contain him, pulling it off overhead, rather than unfastening buttons. By the time Shain steadied himself on his feet, Chad was there, slipping his arms inbetween arms and sides of those hairy pecs. "Now this is what I call sweet discipline!" Slowly, as Chad's lips meet his private, he walks him over to the bed. Knees buckling against the mattress, Shain falls backwards. "Y'know, this roleplaying stuff, it was okay, but I'd rather get back to the real thing?" "I couldn't agree with you more, Sergeant Barrett," Shain smiles up at Chad's fuzzy bod, wanting it to be on him! "Where's the key?" "In the leather pouch." Looking around, Chad spies it on the floor. Picking it up, "guess what?" "What?" "No key," he holds it upside down to empty out. "Look around. It must've fallen out." Getting down on all fours Chad does a rug search. Tough to do, Shain lifts a shoulder up and looks towards Chad's back, and backside, moving along the floor like a dog sniffing out a treat, "find it yet?" "Nope." He happened to turn around to catch a glimpse of Shain's hairy ass, but their eyes connect, which has Chad guessing, "were you checking out my ass?" Smiling, Shain says, "yeah, and it's pretty hot!" "Really? Cool, because I found the key." This time, keying the cuffs, Chad sits right on Shain's ass, his shaft lying right in the crack. Even though it felt hot, having a frat boy's stiff cock filling the long, thin void, Shain sensed both, wanting to fill Chad up, but not opposed to having his own canal stuffed! Didn't last long. Soon as Chad keys the cuffs and they drop off, he falls to the side, "okay. My turn!" "Your turn? You're not serious?" "No. Not really, but I've never done any of this roleplay stuff and it kind of got me going?" Really, Shain figured it was Chad's cock toying with his hairy ass, but gave the frat the benefit of the doubt, "if that's what you want?" "Well, Phil Sr. did way something about Navy Seals and that you had done some training, so I guess this way I'd know what I'm in for!" Now it was time for Shain to have some fun! "Okay then, first things first. On the floor on your stomach and give me 10 pushups, Private Barrett." He gets down on all fours, then into a plank. Shain places his foot on Chad's back and pushes him to the floor, "did you forget how to address and officer?" "Oh. Right. Yes sir, I mean Sergeant Scott." "That'll be 20 pushups." Turning his head, Chad questions, "I thought it was 10?" "Now it's 25!" Chad then figures he better hush up and get to it! After the third pushup, Shain says, "count them out." "Four." "Stop." "Start at the beginning." "Okay Sergeant Scott." Chad goes right to it, calling out 'one', 'two', and so one until he reaches number 11. "You can stop private." When he does, Shain gets down on the floor, on his back, instructing, "you can continue Private Barrett, but with your head hovering between my legs!" All for it, Chad repositions himself, placing and hand on either side of Shain's torso, dipping down and licking the tip of the sergeant's cock. "Pushups, private!" "Yes sir," Chad dips down and slips his mouth over the bulb. "Don't forget to count." "One," Chad sucks the tip, raises himself up, "Sergeant Scott." "Two," another suck, "Sergeant Scott." "Three." This was taking too long, plus in between all the talking, the lateral plane of the pushup, "stop." Wiping the spit from his lips with his tongue, Chad says, "is there more?" Taking it differently than what he suspects Chad means, Shain says, "yeah, there's plenty more, but at the rate we're going, your basic training is going to take forever, private!" Gone was the roleplay and all that goes with it, dropping titles for namesake. Finding their own natural places, Chad worked Shain's hairy pecs, stomach, navel and final destination, balls and shaft over in about twenty minutes. Shain was shocked a little after putting on a condom, Chad saying, "yeah, drill me Sergeant Scott!" % % Copyright 2021 T. Chase McPhee Developing segments of`See The Good In All Things', may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.