Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2018 20:52:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Michael Subject: Warehouse Boys 2 (Gay/rural-series) I tossed and turned most of the night, but Monday morning came just the same. I convinced myself that I was actually unwell and called out sick. It wasn't a complete fabrication, I did have quite the sore throat. I went back to bed relieved and quickly fell asleep. My eyes opened with the crack of noon and made a pot of coffee. I could clearly see my phone blinking as it sat on the side table in the livingroom, but knew I was going to need some caffiene before reading what was likely a threatening text from Jeff. I sat at the kitchen table and stared at the blue blink across the room, After a solid five minutes I realized how ridiculous I was being and brought the phone in to the kitchen. After another good 3 minutes I worked up the courage and swiped my finger across the screen "5 new messages" Shit!!. Upon further inspection they all appeared to be from Jeff, I guess things could have been worse...Right?. Finishing off my second cup I felt ready to take on the world and read the first text "8:02 am...Sick are ya? I'm sick too...I'm sick of you still having my laptop... I left my truck unlocked and it needs to be inside before 10am break" It read. Well it was 12:30, I'm he sure thinks I've completely disregarded the first idle threat, so I read the second "10: 15am I guess it's possible your actually ill, but if I don't hear from you by lunch at 11am my earlier threat begans to come a reality, I think Chace will appreciate the picture most, Don't you?" It read. Another missed time deadline followed by another message "11:47 am Chace loved the pictures...I hope you don't mind, but I passed your number along with the photos to him...What am I saying I couldn't care less if you mind...@1:00pm Kev will be sent the same package" It read. I didn't really mind Chace showing an interest, He's another goodlooking guy. Kev and the other two are almost as young as myself, but less mature. Maybe I could minimize the damage, So I replied with a few minutes to spare "Jeff..Sorry I was sleeping..Please stop passing those embarrassing photos around..Stop by my place on the way home and I'll give your computer back...I'm sorry I took it" I sent. I didn't expect a text back immediately, but 3 hours passed while I could do little to keep my eyes off the phone. Looking to the wall clock 3:45, Not knowing what was going on was the worst part. The whole town could have seen me nursing Jeff's monster by now. At last blink, blink..."1 new message"...It came from an unknown number "3:47pm Hello Scotty it Chace...I'm gonna pick up Jeff's laptop since I drive past your apartment building on the way home...Which number unit is yours?" It read. I was scared and intrigued, Jeff really surprised me with his what he was packing. Chace was a good 4 inches taller and I guess maybe I always assumed he might be the big man at work. He wasn't quite as fit as Jeff, but no slouch either. I guessed there could be a tiny chance he planned to simply swing by, grab the laptop and be on his way. I mean it was true he drove right past here to and from work. I sent a reply before my neglect could cause anymore wreckage "Unit 12C...First floor...Last Apt. on the left...Please tell Jeff I'm truly sorry for ever taking it" It read. I got a meesage back faster than I would have thought possible "Great...I'll be leaving here@ 4:00pm...That should put me at your door around 4:20pm...I'll be sure to pass your apology along on my way out" It read. I felt the need to stay in contact, we know what happens when I don't. I replied almost as quickly as he did "Sounds good Chace...See you in a few" I texted. After a short bathroom break "1 new message" it was Chace "4:10pm Grabbing a 12pack..You want me to pick up something for ya?" He sent. "Nope I'm good...Got a bit of a sore throat and booze would probably hurt going down" I sent back to Chace. Chace sent back "4:13pm I completely understand...Just thought I'd ask...On my way". 4:25pm and Chace's big hand rattled my door "Knock..knock" I had the laptop in hand when I pulled the door open. "Hey Scotty boy...Missed you at work today" Chace said as he pushed past me, 12pack of Bud in tow. He made himself right at home, kicking off his boots and lounging on the sofa. I watched in near amazement as the first can of brew went down in one long swig. "Mind if I put on the ball game Scotty?" He asked already helping himself to the remote. "Mi casa Su casa" I replied. "What?...Is that french or something" He asked. "No actually it spanish...it translates My house, your house" I replied feeling clever. It's fair to say Chace isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but that was part of his charm. I sat on the opposite end of the couch and drank my 4th cup of hot joe, The warm liquid soothed my over worked throat. I tried to make conversation between his screams at the TV "Did I miss anything important today?...There should have been 3 trucks in and 3 trucks out" I asked him. "Yup...like fucking clockwork...Boom and Boom" Chace answered snapping open a fresh brew. "Excellent...I know the operation is in very capable hands in my absense, but I still like to make sure...You understand?" I asked Chace. "I completely understand...Your a perfectionist...Anything worth doing is worth doing right...Huh?" He replied. "I guess that could be at least partially true...I like when things run smoothly" I responded to his half assed question. "You sure you can't use a cold one?...You sound a bit uptight" He asked. "Nah..It hurts to swallow any thing that isn't at least warm" I answered him. "I completely understand Scotty me boy...Got any cough syrup?..bet that would numb shit up" Chace stated. "Ya know I think I do...That's a great idea Chace...I'm gonna grab it" I said walking toward the bathroom. "That's why I'm here Scotty...Jeff told me about your throat thrashing...I thought I'd swing by and see if there was anything I could do to ease your suffering" Chace said loud enough that I could hear him from the bath. I sat back on the couch to read the directions on the back of the bottle. "You know how that shit works best?" Chace said offering some assistance again. "Okay I'll bite...How?" I asked. "Get yourself a glass from the kitchen and hand it to me" He ordered. I was back in a jiffy, glass in hand. I was curious to see what he had in mind "Here ya go Chace" I said setting the glass on the coffee table in front of him. "Give me that syrup shit...Thank you" He said reaching in his pocket and pulling out a pint of Jack. I watched on as mixed the two together nearly filling the 8oz. glass. "If that shit don't do it...Ther ain't nothing that will" He said handing me his concoction. I knew it would be a mistake, but did it just the same. I put my nose to the cup and inhaled it's aroma, it smelled just as I thought it might, whiskey and cough syrup. "It'll be most affective if you put it down with mouthful sized gulps til it gone" Chace added before returning his gaze to the game. It didn't taste as terrible as I imagined and after the first couple of chugs I could already feel that it actually was helping. I was encouraged to finish my cocktail and did just that. "Damn Chace I had my doubts, but it seems to be working" I said after I swallow the last bit. "Would your buddy Chace steer you wrong...I don't know what it will do for your chaffed windpipe, but in ten minute your not gonna give a shit that it hurts" He stated. It took only five minutes, a full five ahead of schedule "Right again Chace...It's still sore, but I don't give a fuck" I said laughing. I don't remember another time I managed to get drunk in a matter of minutes, but I didn't seem to care about that any longer either. "Damn Chace your a wizard...I feel like a million bucks" I said stuttering a bit. "Another five minutes and you should be good to go buddy" Chace stated. "Great...where we going?" I asked him. "I'm not going any where pal, but I got a feeling you'll be going on a trip" He said laughing. "Great...Where am I going then?" I asked. "Paradise Scotty...Oh wait I think that where I'll be heading off to, but your welcome to drive me there" He said still laughing at me. "Great...let me grab my keys...I'll meet you at the car" I said and now we both laughed. "Okay buddy...Game is almost over...we can take off in 3 more outs" Chace said staring at the tube. I began doing drunk karaoke in my living "I can see paradise by the dashboard lights...I love that fucking song" I said. "Yup...me too...You know what it about don't you?" Chace asked. "Nope..not a fucking clue..I just like it" I answered in a drunken stuper. "2 more outs and I'll be happy to draw you picture" He replied slyly and cracked open another beer. "I want a fucking beer" I said reaching for the open 12pack on the floor. "I don't think that a good idea pal...I'll get ya something drink in 1 more out" He responded as he slid the beer across the floor with his foot. I waited as patiently as I possibly could in my current state and there it was... game over. "All right buddy...you ready to take off?" He asked shutting of the TV. "Yup...I sure am...where we going again?" I asked him. "Well I'm going to paradise and your gonna go along for the ride" He said as he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. "What are you doing Chace?" I asked him. "Well...it might be a long trip and I just want to be comfortable" He said as he undid the button on his snug wranglers. "Wait...let me guess...No pants in paradise...HaHaHa" I said amusing myself. "I think we can cut out the bullshit...Don't you Scotty?" He asked sliding his pants down to his ankles. "Yup...No fucking bullshit in paradise either" I said eyeing the buldged briefs. "Shut the fuck up faggot...I'm not getting blown at home like I used...And I hear your the go to queer around these parts" Chace barked as he dropped his underwear down to meet his pants. Setting free a nice thick stick. "Very nice" I said looking at thick hard meat "Why don't you shut the fuck up, crawl over here and wrap those pouty lips around my cock queer" He ordered. I slinked my my way towards his wide open lap as my face passed over his hip I caught a whiff of his package, They usual sweat and cum combination, my fave. Chace had a nice thick 7.5 maybe 8 incher, which I eagerly wrapped my mouth around. "That's it faggot...Nice and fucking slow...I got all fucking night baby...No need to rush things" He said resting his cold beer on the back of my head. I bobbed up and down slowly and with each downward motion Chace would let out a satifying sigh "MMMMM..Nice baby" He said. "Jeff suggested I come over and throat fuck you, but I prefer to let a pro hone thier skills...You definately seem to know what your fucking doing fag" He said. I used my available hand to tug on his sweaty nut sack as his cocked tickled my sore esophagus. "That right queer..what your after is stored in those swollen balls..I haven't shot in a week..Hope your still thirsty...Suck that fucking hose" He said softly laying back enjoying my efforts. I would have figured Chace for the throat mauler and Jeff as the more gentle, take your time kind of guy, But this is working for me just the same. "Your an awesome cocksucker Scotty...I knew your attention to detail would pay off...What a fucking mouth baby" He said still layed back with his eyes closed. The casualness of the whole thing was kind of nice. Chace just let me do my thing, ocassionally resting a hand on the back of my head was about as aggresive as he got. "Scotty...I've got a new appreciation for things that run smooth, just like you...Those fucking lips are my kind of smooth...Suck!!" Chace said. Chace became more difficult to get into my injured esophagus as he swelled larger, but since I was left to my own devices I was able to back things off a bit. "I'm gonna fucking shoot Scotty...Word on the street is you swallow like a proper faggot...Here it comes baby" Chace moaned unloading a batch in to my mouth. I continued my efforts at the same pace til his nuts were drained and cock began softening in my mouth. "I don't know how that was for you fag, but I was definately in paradise" He said standing to pull his pants up. "I'm always happy suck on some nice fat dick" I answered while I watched him tuck his well sucked dick away. "Would it be okay if I dropped by after work occasionally?" He asked politely. "You've got my number now...Stay in touch" I said sarcastically. "Oh...I fucking will queer" He said walking to the door and reaching for the handle. "Hey Chace...Don't forget Jeff's computer it's on the table" I yelled. "I got what I came here for...You took it...You fucking return it" He said and was gone. To Be Continued....