Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2020 14:14:33 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: `See The Good In All Things' o5 % 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' o5 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee % When Marco got up this morning, so part of the daily grind, he relaxed with coffee in hand. Sitting there in a folding chair and table he picked up at Target last week, reflecting over life past and where his fate was about to take him. Living in the shell of a studio apartment, every article of furniture seemed to meld into a snake of fabric and wood. The twin bed sheet and blanket had twisted up like a licorice stick, tossing and turning. Would've been nice, having a man, or two, next to him in bed, but at 28-years old, after two failed relationships, which he's already admitted to himself, not the other guy's fault, even a one night stand did not jive with him. Instead, after a day of moving in, it had worn him out. He had stopped at the diner in town, catching the eye of the grease monkey behind the counter, but Marco had his perspective when picking up men; could be a young college man, or 40's or 50's. Size didn't matter, bod type or shaft, personality of more importance. Yet, he wondered if he had made a mistake. Feeling himself up, when Marco slid palms over his bulbous pecs, fingers tendering tweaking each nip, he amused himself, thinking `time for a shave', picking up on the chest stubble. It didn't hit him all the time, mostly when alone for the night time dream ride, that he dwell on past experience. Reason his lips creased into a smile, bringing back the bear-type dude he slept with, almost in an ordering tone, to `stop shaving them pecs, boy!' By the time he had reviewed the memory, a finger had parked itself in his deep navel, the other on his semi-hard. Thinking of his left hand on his forming stalk, right hand proceeded in a pattern of sliding up left abs, over the left nip, to the right, feeling a haired forearm crossover his tummy trail, bellyhole and then as he reached peak performance with his crotch, repeated the circular routine. Verbally culminating in a brisk amount of stroking, Marco's settled on his left pec, almost viciously working that nip, mashing, pulling, poking, whatever turned him on enough to connect with the stroke motion. Prolly the reason he had perky pecs, this has been almost the same routine since a teen, which ended up, working that massive amount of spunk into his navel and then soothing his nips with that gooey lube. Then he showered. From experience, a solo jerk, he could cleanup, leaving the sheets good for at least one more night. Paired off or with another, sheets did not escape a musky morning wakeup! By the time Marco snapped out his reverie this morning, last night's jerk caused him to set mug down. So often had he felt up his cock, he drank with right hand. When coffee no longer mattered, Marco had already vocally started in with the repercussions of the non-stroking hand working nips. When sitting, the fold in his stomach kept him from exploring the depths of his navel. But oh how he missed a finger playing there, which causes him to stand, walk to the bed and repeat last night's performance. Out from his mind he picks out one of the few men he's slept with, in particular, a brawny bear by the name of Bobby. He teases himself into a mighty erection, thinking of how Bobby-bear stuffed his massive 5-inch gulper in, Marco taking it to the hilt, swallowing it till it cut off his wailing vocal cords. If he needed more to go on, thinking of licking the furry chest, embedded treasure trail, digging tongue deep into Bb's bellyhole, all in pursuit of the pot of gold! It made Marco smile, the 48-year old bear handling his shaft, while he himself took on both nips, mashing, pulling, listening to Bobby tell him he was a glutton for punishment. All that pain melded with pleasure, however how could Marco do much, when the bear was sitting on his chest, like harnessing a horse, corralling knees with abs, bending over... oh man, how Marco lusted to suck on each of Bobby's hairy pec spots! Regardless, having a massive eruption and the time on his alarm clock, had Marco jumping out of bed and heading for the shower. Second day on the job at Howelland Landscaping and Hardware, Marco knew not to wear a tie, white shirt, nor dress slacks, even though given a locker to stash his dressy duds. Nice though, the management furnished a red vest, which covered the major part of his bod, leaving the white short sleeves visible. Hired on the spot after his interview, was not spent at hard labor, the floor manager telling him to `circulate, get acquainted with the merchandise'. With only a red vest, Marco hadn't a need for a locker, wearing it back to his studio apartment, which was more like a cubicle and a tiny bathroom, housing toilet and sink. Another amenity, at work, off to the side of the locker room, was a small shower. Yesterday he got an `oh?', when he commented, `sweet'. It wasn't until this morning, thinking of putting the tie on, he realized he left it in his new locker. Even though Marco has been at his new location, he was still unloading his duffle bag. It's only when he had to get ready for work the next day, the side pocket of the duffle reveals only one of the two ties he owned. From this moment he realizes how nice it would be to have a dresser to put them in. Surveying the square studio footage, he eyes up the situation. If moving a few boxes of storage, a narrow dresser might work. It then hits him, the `financial', a situation which had him thinking outside the box, `if' he had more than next week's rent in the bank. Thinking of that led him into a backwards spiral. Those frat boy years had slipped by, earning him a degree in business, plus some graduate courses. Youngest of three other siblings, it granted him more amenities, living at home while attending college, room and board inclusive of the free rent! With upper schooling winding down, even though the now and then meetup with some guy, maybe he'd like to work on a more concrete association with some guy. Even though one more semester of classes would have given him a masters, he got an itching to hookup, seek out that man of his dreams. He chanced telling his parents, because surely he would want to meet Mr. Right and bring him home to meet the `rents. Telling them, he thought they were okay with him being gay. The very next day, his father had `one of those kind' of family meetings. He knew the writing was on the wall when his father brought up he would have to start paying his own tuition, room and board and if he wanted to still park his car in the garage? Rejecting the ultimatum, it seemed the right time to part from the family. If he had only sought out some advice, which was on Marco's mind, to consult his older brother, Virgilio, maybe he would've waited at least to achieving his degree. Thirty-one and living independent, his older sibling was sympathetic. Of course, why wouldn't Virgilio be that way, being gay himself. He stood there, a smile on his face, remembering the day he told Virgilio that he had come out to their parents. Virgilio, who was now 31-years old, fake-bitch-slapped him on the side of the face, exclaiming, `you idiot! You couldn't wait another six months?' Feeling his cheek, not that it stung, but that Virgilio's hand had touched it, Marco replied, `maybe?' It was then Virgilio, who had never even dropped a hint of himself, smiled, hugged Marco and comforted, `well, bro, you've got a lot more guts than I would've ever had!' A few years prior, Virgilio left home seeking his own fortune. It left grounds for Marco protesting, `if you had lived closer.' `I know,' Virgilio hugged his brother, cuddling him like a baby, `we had each other and then I had to go and ruin everything.' Because Virgilio had also commuted to and from the university, he and Marco were not only brothers, but good friends and often enough, gay explorers. Each had credited the other with their first on-hand gay sexual advances. It had started when Marco was in high school, Virgilio in college. Virgilio had his suspicions. Baiting the trap, he left the bathroom door unlocked, while showering. From experience, he had often tried the doorknob when their older brother, Mario was showering, catching him shaving, in the raw, playacting, `oh, I didn't know anyone was in here,' having caught Mario's ass point blank and the reflection of his hairy chest in the mirror, face lathered with white cream, razor in hand. It was also the first time Virgilio had been ridiculed with, `pervert!' No different, when Virgilio caught Marco in the bathroom, he whisked the shower curtain to the side, exclaiming, `pervert!' And just like that, Marco, thinking about the day his brother caught him, giggles, remembering standing in the bathroom, gazing upon Virgilio's wet, hairy bod, standing there, looking like a Greek God! Marco thought it a shame Virgilio didn't share a bedroom, rather than bunking with Mario. Though the eye candy `delicious', it made a difference, being straight or gay. One last thought, before a car horn outside tooted and awoke him from his reverie, Marco's hand was enjoying a resurgence, thinking about that first time he and Virgilio found it immensely enjoyable, he on his knees and drying his brother's pubes with his tongue! Not a thousand-aire even, Virgilio spared what he could to get Marco settled in his own place. Okay, so he couldn't afford a dresser. Not right now, but wanting to furnish his little flat was incentive enough to progress up the ranks of his job. Would have been nice to have gotten a manager job, but he didn't mind working his way up the ladder. Virgilio had done it, giving him some tips on how a guy could entice his boss into giving him not only a title, but salary to go along with it. However, a difference of opinion, Marco thought it more of a challenge to `work' for what he wanted and not easy talk, stripping his boss down on the first day of employment and fucking him right there in his office! Mindfully, standing there among the company of a half dozen naked men, Marco could have had some of them begging him to fuck them, but logic won out. Taking up where Blake could not find words, Mario speaks above what he was feeling in his nads, "why don't you and..." Either he was never introduced, or due to all the eye candy, forgot, Andrei re-introduces, "Peter." "Right. Why don't you and Peter vacate the shower, allowing John and Ethan to clean up and we'll discuss having that bill paid in full?" Towel-waisted, the two slip by Marco, Andrei saying, "sounds like a plan." Blake was sorry to see the two `youngsters' disappear, but John and Ethan had drawn his attention to detail! "Men?" Marco paves the way with his hand. "Uh," Ethan injects, "aren't you going to join us, Marco?" With not a whole lot of experience with snappy responses, Marco leaves it simple, "maybe another time," he smiles. With all the free skin-gazing gone, Blake returns to business, "well you surely handled that well!" Strangely, Blake with clothes on and Ethan without, it gave the pair in the shower the edge. No secret Blake's pants were tenting, though Marco wasn't feeling it much as with Ethan in view, says with a casual cool, "thanks." Perhaps with thoughts of them getting naked and not a whim of following through, on Marco's part, Blake says, "well, I better get on that last detail or I'll never get out of here tonight." They stood there, like something was supposed to transpire. "Well," Blake gives up on last hopes, "I better get on my way." "Me too." Though, when Marco is left standing there, Blake vacating the locker room, he kind of felt bad. Then, he slowly wills his feet to walk, same time thinking up the logistics involving Andrei getting paid. Really, he hadn't a clue since not knowing how the backdrop of Howelland's business ran. He then recollected some professor going over the subject of reimbursement, which brought on a cool smile, of how every class he seemed to get a hard on, turning every word out of the prof's mouth, as something sexual, coupled with incredibly good looks. Marco snapped out of that quick, catching Andrei with his back up against a locker, fully naked, Peter pinning him against the metal, lips kissing him, a hand on Andrei's anatomy?! "Ahem!" Marco clears his throat. Peter sprung backwards as if his lips were touching a hot sidewalk! "Uh," Peter spoke in vain, Andrei trying to fake it for him, "we were just..." Marco picks up the slack, "getting to know each other, on the first day of work?" "Yeah," Peter nervously adds, "kinda." Then, after wiping the remnants of Peter's kiss with the back of a hand, Andrei tries derailing the situation, "uh, thanks for helping me try to get the money for the, uh, plumbing job, back there." By this time there was no doubt to each other's sexual orientation, which in Marco's estimation, it gave him guidance to be suggestive, "then what are you waiting for?" "I don't get you," Andrei replies. Peter, who's life has been mostly a void when it comes to male to male interaction, steps in, "I think what Marco refers to is," he takes liberty of relieving Andrei of his toweled waist, unveiling, "this?" Well, it wasn't exactly what Marco referred to. He meant the way Andrei studied his shirt, but was willing to be sidetracked by the 20 year old, standing there, cupping a hand over what sprung from his towel! "No need to be shy," Marco pried Andrei's hand away. It astounded Peter, yet made him feel a little jealous, when Marco acts forward, replacing Andrei's hand with his own, which prompts him to loosen the towel from around his own waist, "hey, I could use some attention around here too?" Feeling the pangs of Marco's hand wrapped around his cock, Andrei surrenders to the pleasuring. Right now he didn't care Peter wished for hand-share, Marco saying, "my, aren't you two frisky!" Andrei lowered his chin, driving him from his euporia for all of two seconds, while Marco switched out his right hand, replacing it with the left, "what tha?" But then saw what the story was, Marco grabbing up Peter's shaft. Ready to bust the zipper of his pants, Marco sighs, wishing he would get more attention paid to him. Yet, it doesn't happen too often, stimulating a nineteen and twenty year old, at the same time. `Oh shit,' and other exclamations of surprise came about, with the banging of the locker door and voices of chatter taking over the pangs of cocks being worked. Peter and Andrei reach to the floor grabbing up towels. "Dammit," Marco exclaims, checking to make sure his hard shaft didn't leave any spots on his pants, same time willing his crotch to calm down! Towels did nothing to hide the two dudes' erections. Next best thing was to pretend they were dressing. Skipping over briefs, they pulled their pants from within lockers. Marco didn't have a locker, but spotted an empty one, opening it. Wasn't his clothes inside, but he made like it was, throwing off the red vest he was wearing, lifting it overhead, even though he could have unbuttoned it. Quick as the loud conversation came, it left, the door banging again. "Whew, that was a close one," Marco said to the silence. Like hell the three wanted what they had going to commence once more, but it didn't seem like the locker room was the place. Marco then seemed like the only man out of sequence here, two other towel-waisted men entering the valley of lockers. "Hey," Ethan says, with cordial approach, "that's my locker your hand is in?" Innocently Marco holds up a pair of decorated briefs, "oh, is this yours?" Smitten with Marco when they were all together at the shower, Ethan grabs hold of it, but then lets the lycra panties dangle from a finger, "then again, might look good with your ass stuffing them!" Marco caught it in the pit of his chest, "for real?" "Only one way to know for sure. Try'em on!" Ethan laughs, but hoped Marco would take the bait. Disinterested, Andrei was more interested in getting into some more lip-locking with Peter. "Sure," Marco holds them up, like measuring the briefs against his pecs, "might be fun trying." Quitting time, Ethan has an idea, "second thought, instead of the trouble of unbuckling, dropping your pants, why don't you try them on at my place?" Marco didn't want to pin a label on Ethan's association with other employees, "but aren't you...and John, um?" "Partners?" the muscle cub exhales the absurdity, "John, he's too kinky for me." With raised brow, Marco says out of curiosity, "oh? In what way?" Always a ploy in finding things else, Ethan always uses it as a way in, "don't tell me you're into that s&m stuff too?" "Well, I know what it means, but it doesn't mean I've done it." Ethan looks skeptical at Marco, "okay then, let me throw some clothes on and we'll be on our way." Still with the sexy underwear in hand, Marco says, "aren't you going to needing these?" Holding a towel to his pubes, Ethan unlatches the lock from his locker, "nah. I always carry a spare for moments such as this." Noticing Ethan hasn't locked the lock of his locker, Marco says, "aren't you afraid you're going get something stolen?" "Nah. We're a trusting bunch here at Howelland. Why? Is there something you're not telling me?" "Me? No. Not me." After snatching the underwear back, the 36-year old cub tosses it back, "here, hold it for me." It was like, so quick, Ethan pulling both pants and shirt from his locker. In no time he was fastening his belt buckle and as they made their exit, Ethan ringed his neck with his shirt and fed arms into it, smoothing it down his abs. "One problem. I don't have a car." Ethan had the answer, "looks like we're going to have to carpool then!" Marco figured he'd be led out to a 4x4 or other kind of redneck vehicle, but instead they approached a BMW, "wow, I'd sure like to know how you can afford this on a warehouse job?" As the fob opens both doors and they get in, Ethan says, "you haven't worked here long enough to know, duties of a managerial position is not just working at the store. Sometimes we have to go out to the clients house and measure items for purchase. Some clients are very appreciative of that extra mile we take." "I didn't know." "Dammit!" "What?" Marco questions. "We gotta go back. Forgot the paint samples." Making a U right in the middle of the street, crossing a double yellow line, Marco questions, "uh, aren't you afraid the cops could be around?" Ethan gloats, "I wish. Some of them give the best blow jobs!" His laugh made Marco laugh too, as he innocently comments, "really?" Parking in a fire zone, leaving the car going, Ethan says, "you don't have to come in." Marco says, "you're not afraid I'm going to steal it?" "I'd be more disappointed I didn't get to see you modeling those briefs!" Watching Ethan get out, walk from the car, Marco studied the physique. Even with clothes on he looked fox. He estimated about 5'10, fairly wide shoulders which acted like a coat hanger for his shirt, proportionate waist, but smiled when he wondered if Ethan wore tight jeans on purpose! What seemed like seconds, Ethan was in and out of the warehouse and back in the car. "We actually have two stops to make. I hope you don't have any plans?" "None." "Good. First stop is a client. He's always changing the colors of his walls." "Oh, so Howelland offers shop-at-home service?" Smiling, Ethan replies, "I guess that's one way of putting it!" Marco wondered about that, "and the other stop off?" "John's place. Says his cousin, Bart, is in from out of town and always expects his John to have a party for him, since he's only around for one night. Not a night like you and I would think, having to be up at 6 in the morning." "You've been to parties at his place?" Marco sought out more info. "More of an obligation, since John's dad had helped the Bart through some sticky financial problems in his life. Now Bart has built his own financial empire, but never forgot what John's old man did for him." Seems like Marco can relate, "nice to have family to help you out." Prying, Ethan asks, "you talk like you know?" "Long story, but if it wasn't for my brother, Virgilio, I probably would have dropped out of college and still be paying for college loans for course work I never got to use." Driving up the avenue, Ethan asks, "and your major?" "Business. I had already accumulate some experience in the field, dealing with the family restaurant, but did not want to rely solely on that. Just in case I wanted to pursue a different course. Like, hardware instead of spaghetti and pizza!" Ethan laughs, slapping Marco's thigh with a hand, the other on the wheel, "you've got a way with words, Marco!" It made Marco smile, thinking of Ethan forgetting to take his hand back. Though he made no attempt to remove it! After what seems like ten minutes, because they were talking almost the whole time, Ethan pulls up to a wrought iron gate. Unrolling his window, he pushes a button on a little black box, saying, "it's Ethan." Two tall, black gates open to each side, Marco saying, "I guess you have the magic touch." "In more than one way!" Almost immediately, after a bunch of bushes, they ride around a circular garden with ornate planters and water fountain. Stopping where two double doors greet them. Marco jiggles the door handle, Ethan instructing, "no. Wait for them to do it for you." "Them?" Then, Marco is all eyes when three bikini-clad lads emerge from the house, "oh wow!" "Mine is the ginger-haired boy. You can pick from the other two." "My pick? For what?" Slyly Ethan says, "for whatever," he thanks for the `ginger' for opening his door, adding, "how's your day going, Patrick?" So interested in watching Ethan get out, `Patrick' greeting him with a hug and a kiss, Marco hasn't realized his door open, until his eyes follow around the hood of the car, "oh? I guess you're waiting for me?" Both were very hot. One had a dark, bushy head of hair, full chest of the same dark color, pencil-thick stripe down the middle, branching out over his navel and trimmed pubes showing just above his bikini briefs. The other was blonde, so little hair down his front it could hardly be noticed, except the sun making it gleam. It turned darker right below his navel. "Well, if you can't make up your mind," the dark haired lad says, "guess you'll be stuck with us both." Not knowing what that meant, Marco was suddenly faced with the dark-haired guy climbing in onto his lap, arm around his neck, making himself comfy. Blondie hustled around to the other side and climbs into the cockpit, putting the car in gear and driving away. "Oh wow," Marco says, feeling a hand under his red vest, working the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, because they did all the talking, Marco learns the dark-hair guy is Dean and blondie, Sean. "How do you even know I'm gay?" Marco asks. Dean did most of the talking, "because Ethan doesn't bring straight guys here." "I beg to differ," Sean cuts in, "there was that one time?" "Hush," Dean scolds, "you know we're not supposed to talk about the closeted dudes." "So," Sean offers a smile, "tell Phil. You know how much I love his discipline!" "You idiot, you know you're not supposed to talk about that until..." Too cute to have Sean in trouble, Marco says, "no problem. I'm a little into it myself," he thinks back to Ethan mentioning s&m. "Really?" Sean says it like an invitation. "Like, what's your specialty?" Truthfully, only one thing comes to mind, Marco saying, "at the gym, two guys wanting to punch each others abs, you know, to see who's the toughest?" Dean, sandwiched in between Marco's side and the door, feels up his abs, "feels like the other guy was the loser!" Laughing, Marco cuts a joke, "you feel any lower Dean, and we're all gonna be winners!" Putting the car in park, Sean hastily opens the door, steps out, rounds the car and jimmies the door handle on the other side. "I got ya," Sean says, literally catching Dean at the pits. "Wish I could have helped you," Marco is helping himself out of the car. "Still can," Dean smiles a toothy grin. Leading him to an overgrown outcropping of ivy vines, covering what was once a bare stone wall, Dean and Sean accompany Marco to a gate, one of them opening it. "Wow," it hits Marco, "I feel like I'm in another country!" Indeed, from the drabness of the parking lot suitable for several vehicles, to the tones of blue from the immense pool, cool colors mixed with orange beachballs and different tones of patio furniture, it was an eye opener. "Yeah," Dean says, "but you're way overdressed!" Marco made no quibbles about it, Dean and Sean attending to stripping him out of his clothes. "Only one problem," Marco giggles, "I'm the only one not wearing a bikini?" "Problem?" Dean puts his thumbs in the liner of his bikini-shorts. Lifting his lycra suit below his balls, Sean says, "what problem?" "Let me guess," Marco licked his lips, moving eyes from one to the other, "you've done this before?" Each holding their zany-color-designed bikini shorts in hands, Dean says, "have you ever played `dive-kini'?" At that, both throw their kini's in the pool. "Never, but I catch on fast!" Dean, who had taken a fancy for Marco from first laying eyes on him, says, "pick a color. The color kini-brief you come up with, is the guy you get." Dean then smiles, "if you took notice, mine's the teal design?" It was like he never got there in Ethan's BMW, that he was one the receiving end of an invitation and with a dive and splash of water in no time Marco had surfaced, hand in the air, holding the teal kini. Patting Sean on the shoulder, Dean says, "looks like you're waiter for the night!" "Oh come on," Sean complains, "how many times have I shared with you?" "You got a point there. Okay, get drinks and then I'll make up my mind." Rather, after Sean leaves, Dean reports to the side of the pool where Marco had kickbacked. When he opens his eyes, they are right below where Dean has crouched down. "Wow, how I'd like to wake up to you every morning!" At that point Dean slaps his butt on the pool apron and slips into the pool, feet first, right between Marco's legs! In doing so, Marco sits up, their chests coming together. "You're so smooth," Dean says. Like Dean, Marco's hands plane over Dean's chest, "and you're so fantastically hairy!" "Like that, do you?" "Love it," Marco replies. Using hands to hike himself out of the pool, Marco says, "why don't you show me how much?" Loving the idea, Marco does the same, asking, "got a towel?" "Yeah. My tongue is dry and thirsty!" Surprised, yet all for having Dean's tongue sopping up beads of water on what little hair he chose to have remain on his bod, "cool!" But cool was about to get cooler, Marco looking over Dean's shoulder, "oh wow!" Dean and Sean both hated this, getting acquainted with a guest, knowing he could at any second be stolen away by, which the two grumbled at once, "Steven!" Sean goes on to complain, "that a-hole!" "Don't let him hear you call him that," Dean says it like a warning. Then, all is moot among the two, Sean looking down at what he thought he felt. Sean happened to luck out, standing in front of Dean. By habit, that's how it almost always was, Dean's chest almost touching his friend's back. In this case, a result of both having stripped off their kini-bottoms, the tip of Dean's dick lies in the crevice of Sean's ass. Feeling it, Sean takes tiny baby steps backwards, saying, "I take that back!" Not the first time, not the last, Dean moves forward till his hard shaft slips down, lying in Sean's ass like a weenie in a bun. "I could learn to like this," Sean says, eyes still focused on Marco meeting the master of the house. They both knew Ethan, a regular guest! It was as natural as anything done over and over again, Dean's cock fitting vertical against Sean's ass, so conversation carried on like nothing new, Dean says, "I'd say it's gonna happen right about now." Not only was Ethan a good friend, but with friendship came fringe benefits. All this time in the house has not been spent talking business, but experiencing pleasure. He wasn't as 'built' in stature, but surely loved feeling a fellow muscleman's tongue winding it's way around his hard shaft, until it was ready to force-feed. As Dean had been gloating about, Ethan's plan came to fruition, knowing Marco could be wooed away from the two whom he nicknamed, 'dumb and dumber', post-highschoolers, who have yet to declare college majors. Yet, he's never disappointed in the tag-team, enjoying the master of the house's amenities! "Well, hello," a perfect row of brightie-whities greet Marco, "I'm Steven." He was wowwed way before close enough to offer a hand in greeting, "Marco." "I know," Steven doesn't just shake hands, rather grabbing Marco up like a wrestler putting an opponent in a full bod hold. "Ethan has told me all about you." Not which Marco didn't mind having his hand squished up against Steven's hard abs, "I hope all good?" Must've been, the way Steven didn't hold back, caressing Marco's lips with his own, shoving his tongue inside, feeling out teeth and tongue! When they broke off the locking of bod and lips, Marco says, "wow, you sure know how to cut off the air flow!" He laughed along with Marco. Taking liberties, Steven reaches down to Marco's unveiled anatomy, "I hope Dean and Sean have been taking care of you?" "Oh they have, but truthfully, we just met and..." Steven cuts him off, "oh good. I hate spoiled treats." It started to feel more than mediocre, Steven's hand making him feel awesome, "well, can't say you're not spoiling me right now?" "Ah, my plan is working!" Now all Marco could thinkk of is complaining, Steven's hand dropping from slowly massaging his now hard shaft! "C'mon, let's go get acquainted." He liked the treatment, the hand job, but also, as they made their way towards Ethan, Dean and Sean, he liked the way Steven's cock bobbed up and down with each step of the way. "Dean. Sean." "Yes, you're worship?" Sean calls out. Ethan's take on the dopey humor, the pair could be like that, but were also excellent cock-suckers and Sean in particular had a nice, tight ass. Not a stranger to having a threeway, he liked calling the shots, laying Sean down in a lounge chair, lifting his legs and fucking ass, while Dean fucked his mouth, head leaning over the edge. Taken at both ends, Sean felt full benefits of fucked from both angles. After a fake slap to Sean's face, Steven says, "Ethan, would you mind taking dumb and dumber inside and put together a party for this evening?" "Not at all," considering the fringe benefits." Sheepishly, Ethan says, "a small party or something a little more lavish?" "Oh right. You were supposed to meet up with some friends. Sure. Why not...go lavish." Lavish meant more. Whereas some would consider a monetary budget, with Steven's bankroll, all Ethan had to do is pick up a phone and order till the sky met his limit! Marco, a little nervous, makes light chat, "for being so dumb, they are very cute?" "And loyal," Steven giggles. "They'll do anything for tuition money!" Marco was being funny, "anything?" Being serious, Steven says, "you think I'm lying?" Dropping the smile, Marco, thinking he's offended, "no. Not at all." In the middle of prepping by the poolside, having ripped a cushion off a double lounger and thrown it to the cement, Steven suddenly breaks out in a burst of laughter, "oh man, you should see yourself!" "Oh, you were kidding?" Marco chortles. "About some things, but these," he takes both hands and wraps them around Marco's humongous pecs, thumbs making indentations right over the nips. "Oh wow!" More than a little gesture of pecs wired to his dick, Marco instantly feels the sensation. Having eyed up Steven's upper and lower rack, he returns the sensation of hands-on pec activity. Then Steven drops both hands, one on his shaft, the other on Marco, dropping head back and screaming in both pain and pleasure, "oh fuckin'-yeah, work me, baby!" Side-to-side, up-and-down, Marco massages Steven's pecs, occasionally grabbing up both nips in fingers and thumbs, pinching like he was never to get the opportuning after this! From massaging cocks, Steven returns the action, grabbing up Marco's pecs. "Oh, so that's the way you're gonna be!" When Steven started pinching Marco's nips, he matched it, kicking it up, until both were howling like hyenas! "Oh wow!" "Dammit!" Steven exclaims. As with any guy, Steven looked forward to them both coming at once but, "I never did that before." The action slowed, after Steven had shot his load, a straight shot, unaware he was soiling up Marco's pubes. Since Marco becomes aware of wet pubes, not just because of his own precum, he drops both paws to examine, "oh wow, you sure know how to give a guy a bath!" "We don't want all that going to waste, do we?" As muscled as Marco is, Steven seemed to pack twice the amount, thicker arms, about one and a half the mass as his own, bigger pecs, now with porky-pic nips, red as a hot poker, barreled abs, a trimmed amount of ginger-brown hair fanning down his bod, till he couldn't see any more, with his jerk off partner falling to the knees. Landing with knees on the cushion Steven just put there, all at once he grabs onto Marco's thighs and for leverage, uses them to launch his bod forwards, opening mouth wide. "Oh-h-h-h-h!" Feeling jealous, of coming, Marco hard and almost ready, Steven reaches up and begins toying with the 28-year old's pecs. He can feel the throbbing with each pinch or pull and it's not very long after, Steven speeds up the action, lips pursed and pumping! Feeling justice served, all that lip-pumping action has paid off, Steven swallowing gallons and gallons of fluid. In the heat of coming, Marco had grabbed Steven's mane and recklessly pulled his head forwards, inpaling him, all 8-inches to the hilt! Suddenly weak at the knees, Marco falls on his, ripping his shaft from Steven's mouth, "oh-h, that was too much," is such the euphoria Marco feels. "Never enough," Steven shares opinion. Right now, statistics didn't matter, Marco falling ass backwards onto the lounge chair mat. Proving a point, Steven's not done yet, cozying up to Marco, purposely positioning pube to pube, pec to pec. They roll over till Steven is on his right side, Marco on his left, taking up with kissing. Not having been with a whole lot of men, it's a new experience, Marco tasting his own cum from the man he just fed it to, "can't say I find that last kiss all that delicious?" "Tough," Steven says in a gruff tone, going back for some more kisses! Not which Marco felt his life in danger, just the life being squeezed out of him by way of lips and embrace, he chooses to bust up the action, reaching until he feels Steven's big balls! "Oh shit!" It made Steven roll over onto his back and grabbing up both sacks with two hands, "oh man that was brutal!" Thinking he's maimed Steven, "oh, so sorry. I was only trying to get your attention?" From a grumpy look on his face, a smile forms, Steven saying, "coming from you, I like it!" "Huh? Like, wow. Really?" Marco had come to rest on his side, an elbow. Rubbing Marco's arm, sliding to a pec, "I like your rough treatment." "Well, I certainly didn't mean it to come out that way." Contrary to how Marco had clutched his loins, Steven puts fingertips under his, lathering both his balls up, real gentle-like, "like it?" "Keep doing it," is Marco's opinion, "and you're going to make another chain reaction!" "Speaking of which..." Steven drops what's on his brain. "What?" "Never mind. Maybe later." "Later?" Steven was thankful for the diversion. Sometimes he was careless, mentioning too many kinky things at once, which drove a dude away. "I hope Ethan didn't mind that I changed the plan for tonight?" Marco did have hopes of meeting some of the guys at work, after work, but after what just happened with Steven, "plans? What plans?" he laughs. "Swim?" Standing, it showed Marco was interested in a dip, "sure." It made Steven smile, as he rose up from the mat, giving Marco the 'once-more-over', keen on checking out the fat vs. muscle ratio. Of course, it didn't go unnotived, the 'fat' between Marco's thighs. When he was fully upright, it gave Steven the full perspective of the 28-year old's physique. Rubbing knuckles up and down Marco's rippled abs, he says, "I like a man who takes care of himself." From the start, Marco knew Steven's schedule probably included a coupa hours at the gym. He did his share, which is why, shirtless, he could boast of pound-cake-like pecs and bulked out ab muscle. At times he's caught guys trading off gut-punches, which came to mind right about now, "me too," he hauls off and punches Steven in the gut! "Oh-h-h," it startles Steven, but also causes a stirring in his loins, "now that wasn't very nice!" Returning the gesture, Marco had already suspected the obvious, based on the activity at the gym, "ugh-h-h," he holds his abs, like they were caved in, falling backwards into the pool, making a big splash. He couldn't see Steven's reaction, but his eyes perked up and showing regret for his actions, "oh-my-God! What did I do?" Making his own splash, Steven hurls himself into the pool. Once he rights himself, there wasn't that satisfying gut-punch feeling, but more anxiety, seeing Marco floating on top of the water like a dead man. Rushing over, Steven slips him over and having some high school lifeguarding experience, brings Marco over to the side. Grabbing him under one armpit, he climbs up the pool ladder. Hauling Marco's seemingly lifeless bod from the water, he lays him out carefully on the cement. Suddenly Dean, Sean and Ethan are there, having witnessed, since eyeing up the activity unfold. "Just don't stand there," Steven says to them, "dial 911!" Playing drowned was starting to get fun, when Steven began giving Marco CPR. He should have checked those vitals a lifeguard doesn't think of, it turning Marco on, having Steven attend to him. It was especially arousing, Steven placing both hands on Marco's poundcakes and trying to pump some life into his lungs, then on all fours as he breathes into his mouth. Within 3 minutes, paramedics show up at the pool, gear in hand. Dean recognizes one of them, his next door neighbor growing up. They exchange glances, flashing a smile to each other. However, with Marco non-responding, that moment of reconnection would have to wait. Detecting by sound, that the paramedics have arrived, Marco decides he's inconvenienced Steven enough. After the third attempt to breathe life into him, Marco coughs wildly, wheezing and spitting. Acting like he's been unconscious for days, "where am I?" Before Steven can respond, the paramedic guys shoo him out of the way and begin to work on their victim. However, not much needs to be done, Marco suddenly snapping out of his dilemma. Yet, he was cautious enough not to make it seem like a miracle he's survived. Once of the reasons, the medics were very hot looking and he certainly didn't mind them checking his vitals! % Copyright 2020 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.