Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2012 14:41:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Boris Chen <borischen@rocketmail.com>
Subject: playing With Fire, Chapter 6

Chapter 6  My Christmas Gift        By Boris Chen


This summer in August we went by the store front on that rainbow business
card I got from a patient of mine earlier this year. I'm referring to the
GHB poisoning guy, the she-male massage guy. Just on a whim when we were
walking around the city we went past that address just to see what was
there.


The storefront looked open for business with signs saying, `Massage and
Health Supplements'. All this activity in an actual legit looking store, so
we turned around after walking past and went inside.


Patrick didn't speak, I asked at the counter that we were interested in the
erotic massage, the clerk went in the back room then returned and stood
smiling at us. A couple seconds later a rather elegant looking lady emerged
from between the curtains.


We met eyeball to eyeball and instantly recognized each other with big
smiles and laughing. It was Kwan in something like an older evening gown
with make-up and plenty of jewelry. We shook hands. He told me how he
thought he knew who slipped the pills in his drink at a bar on Rush Street.


Then Kwan lowered his chin a little and quietly asked if we were here to
check out the massage, I of course said yes, while Patrick was standing in
a front corner of the store looking at gift cards on a rotating rack.


Kwan motioned for me to follow him as he walked around the counter to a
back corner of the store, down a narrow hallway. I quietly called for
Patrick to join. He stuffed the card into the rack, pushing his hands in
his jeans pockets and quickly caught up as we walked down the hallway to
the door on the right at the end.


All three of us walked into a room that was mostly empty except for a large
low bench, padded. I think I've seen one of these in the physical therapy
department where I work. It's about eight feet square with a four inch
thick vinyl pad on the top, sort of like the kind we had in gymnastics at
NTE years ago.


K: "Are both of you being seen today?"


B: "I guess so, that okay with you?" I said looking at Patrick who simply
shrugged his shoulders looking mostly shy and a little bit weirded out.


K: "I'll go get your stuff, be right back."


Kwan left the room but returned in about one minute with what looked like
two karate robes and tiny speedo style swim suits with two long black bath
towels. He handed me the stack as he returned to the room, then backed out
mumbling that he would return shortly, we should get dressed.


I looked at Patrick, he looked at me. Neither of us had any idea what to
expect but felt somewhat safe, the place looked respectable and clean so,
what the hell, right?


We both got undressed after I saw a set of hooks on the wall near a small
table along the wall. We got in our suits and put the robes on doing up the
ropes around the waist. I stared briefly at the cleavage down the center of
Patrick's chest that showed while we stood in our robes.


Kwan returned also in a robe, his was white while ours were black, like our
speedos. He carried a silver tray with glass bottles and four candles. He
set the tray on the table by our hanging clothes, lit the candles, then
approached with a bottle. This glass bottle appeared like one for keeping
vinegar at the dining room table.


K: "Who goes first?"


Again, we glanced at each other. I sensed Patrick was still a bit weirded
out and hesitant, so I volunteered to go first. Kwan told me to take off my
robe and lay on my towel on the mat.


I laid on my stomach, Kwan approached, while Patrick climbed into the bench
not too far away.


He poured several lines of oil onto my back, leaned over and started to rub
it into my back, from neck to the swim suit. The oil made my skin start to
feel warm, then almost hot. The effect was tremendous and started to feel
really relaxed with his skillful massage on my back muscles. Patrick still
sitting cross-legged the whole time very close by.


Then Kwan moved closer taking the sides of my swim suit then slid it down
to my ankles and off my feet. He added oil to my legs and started the same
massage technique to my butt muscles and entire legs including the bottoms
of my feet. I started to grow wood.


I turned my head so I was looking at Patrick's knee, I could see it looked
like he was starting to grow a boner too just watching.


While massaging my butt cheeks, he spread them and did in between carefully
fingertip massaging my pussy then my taint and the back of my balls. Now I
was dripping hard under my weight.


Kwan was working on my feet when he told Patrick to lay out his towel and
lay beside me.


Patrick laid on his back with a huge log in his suit, so Kwan told him to
roll over.


Then it was his turn to get the same treatment which I watched and stayed
hard the whole time. I reached under my body to aim my hard-on in a
comfortable position. When Kwan had made it down to Patrick's feet he told
me to roll over onto my back.


A minute later he scooted on his knees by my waist, then started to take
off his robe exposing himself wearing a tiny black lace bikini you could
easily see through. I could see his dick and his girl-like breasts and
nipples plus his very sexy smooth belly with a vertical oval belly
button. He did look inviting.


Kwan started at my neck, did my shoulders and arms. Then he went to my
chest, adding more oil. It took him about ten minutes to do my shoulders
and arms, then another ten on my chest. He gently massaged my nipples, two
at a time. He fingertip rubbed them gently in small circles flattening them
and rubbing in more and more oils which made my skin warm up. He poured
more oil in the center of my chest and when I thought he would start on my
stomach, he re-started at my shoulders and totally re-did my chest. My dick
was so hard the pre-cum was dripping like a leaky faucet.


Patrick laid on his side watching as Kwan moved to place one knee on each
side of my thighs sitting his slight weight on my legs. He began working on
my stomach after adding more oils.


I glanced at Patrick who was enthralled at the show laying on his side also
with a dripping boner. He had his dick in a firm grip in his left hand.


Kwan stopped reaching up to his bikini top releasing the loop in the front
removing it and tossing his top behind him onto the floor. We both laid
there staring at his gorgeous breasts, maybe B-cup size with three inch
diameter nipples, shapely and pointy. His skin looked flawless and smooth
as silk, I really wanted to grab a piece but didn't know if that was
allowed.


I was about as horny as I guy could get so his show didn't help that
problem.


He resumed his massage of my abdomen, slowly working in circles lower and
lower. He made it down to my pubic hair stubble gently taking my boner in
his hand rubbing oils gently up and down the shaft. I could see looking
down my front side that I looked like I just got out of the pool, I was
glistening shiny covered in oils.


It was about all I could take so I took my dick in hand and started to
stroke it, but Kwan gently grabbed the base of my dick and lifted his grip
pushing my hand off the top. I was speechless and at maximum horniness,
right now I think I'd fuck a goat if there was one in the room. I needed to
cum really bad.


Kwan lifted off me moving over to Patrick's legs and started doing his
arms, shoulders and neck. Then he went down to his chest spending careful
time there following the contours of the muscles of his chest. Patrick's
nipples are a lot bigger than mine, which are well above average. He worked
them with both hands, both fingertips like a sculptor working clay into a
work of museum grade art.


He seemed to sense the muscle structures and followed those lines as he
worked the chest sides then down onto the lumpy plain of Patricks belly. I
laid on my side, dick in my right hand slowly stroking watching, wishing I
could do them both right now. Patrick laid motionless eyes closed face
aiming at the ceiling.


It seemed to take another fifteen minutes but he eventually made it to his
groin when Kwan started greasing Patrick's boner with oils. He was so horny
he reached his right hand over to me as he turned his head to look me in
the eye. He had a look of deep pleasure and pain from being like me, so
totally horny he couldn't stand it any more.


Kwan seemed to finish up Patrick then leaned over to me whispering that he
wanted me to do him doggy style on the bench while Pat sucked his tits. I
put it all together.


Within a few seconds we were both on our knees with Kwan laying on his back
under Patrick's head. I slid in behind Patrick, gently inserting myself
into his pussy and slowly started to mount him from behind.


Patrick lowered his head to Kwan's chest and began nursing on his large
breasts pulling up occasionally to stretch them back out when he developed
a titty hard-on. It didn't take long for me to cum in Patrick, then I
backed-out.


We swapped spots while I crawled over to Kwan taking his left nipple into
my mouth as Patrick mounted me from behind. Within 90 seconds he came
inside me. Behind him, my semen was already slowly leaking down the insides
of his legs.


Kwan was the first to stand. Back to the table he took two small towels for
us to wipe off our faces of sweat, then our legs of each others semen. We
stood on our knees on the bench naked, hard-ons dripping, sweaty and
exhausted. Kwan stood by the table in his bikini bottom, tits aiming back
at us. He leaned over collecting his top and robe, dressed and left the
room. He pointed to our stuff hanging on the wall as he slipped silently
out the door.


We dressed and returned to the front of the store, our hair all messed up,
sweaty, looking like we both just got raped by a pack of wild dogs. I
offered the lady at the counter my credit card. We walked out the front
door onto the sidewalk. The sun was at a different angle than when we
arrived, I had no idea how much time we spent inside his store. It was as
if we had time traveled.


We walked holding hands back towards Boys Town, not speaking. We did glance
at each other with a slight grin. An hour later we were back in Evanston a
block from out apartment, still holding hands, still not speaking really.


We went right to the shower to clean off all the oils then back to the
kitchen to check out the food situation. I prepared a small dinner of
rotisserie chicken and a salad. Just to be cute I got out our small bottles
of vinegar and oil. When Patrick started to make his salad he grabbed the
oil bottle and stopped looking at me with a smile as he reached to the
stuff in the center of the table. Salad would never again mean the same
thing to us!


That night we spooned on the sofa watching a John Wayne movie on a tape we
rented. There was something that Kwan did that made both our minds really
quiet for days to come. They even commented to me at work that I seemed
really relaxed and pleasant. I never offered an explanation.


Three weeks went by pretty much without any incidents or anything
particularly interesting. But on my last day of work in September I was
shocked one night around 3am when what looked like Patrick with a different
hairstyle and clothes came walking in the burn unit alone.


Turns out it was not Patrick but his twin brother Matthew. We walked into
the lounge to sit and talk.


Matt explained his side of their bad history and how the nearly one year
away from his brother taught him how much he hurt him over the years and
was very sorry and wanted to see Patrick and tell him to his face. I told
him I would ask him if he was interested and get back to him. We exchanged
phone numbers but I never told him where we lived.


Matt also said his father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two months
ago and wasn't doing well and was getting hospice care at home.


It was Saturday morning, I got home a little after Patrick did from his
night job. He had time to start breakfast and looked like he had something
on his mind. I saw there were pamphlets on the table from Oakton Community
College.


We ate breakfast and I asked him about how he felt about his brother now
that they had been out of touch for over a half a year.


He said he thought about him at least once a week but it wasn't a priority
in his life. He never mentioned his father or mother at all.


The time finally seemed right after we were down to our last bites of
breakfast.  I told him his brother came to the hospital un-announced and
spoke to me about apologizing to him. Patrick was briefly speechless then
sounded like he might consider seeing Matt somewhere neutral and public,
that he really didn't trust him. We talked about it for a hour or so. I
asked if he wanted me to contact Matt and arrange the meeting, he said he
needed to think on it for a while.


There was no mention of it for the rest of the month. In October he said he
would meet Matt but it should be on the sidewalk at the corner of Broadway
and Belmont in the heart of Boys Town on a Monday afternoon at
lunchtime. That's what he said, that was his terms.


On my next day at work I called Matt's number and spoke to him briefly
about Patrick's proposition. He thought it was weird but accepted. We set
the date. Monday October 19th, 1pm in front of the bank. Eventually the
date arrived.


I wore a coat and sunglasses and stood on a different corner just in
case. We got there about ten minutes early. As a bus rolled down Broadway
at five minutes past 1pm Matthew got off instantly recognizing Patrick and
walked up to him offering his hand to shake. They stood talking for a while
standing next to the bank's outside wall. Patrick did not look troubled and
he never glanced over at me. I did take out my small digital and shot a few
of them talking then stuffed it back into my pants pocket.


Matthew pointed over at a restaurant on the next corner, so they walked
side by side and went in taking a booth by the window. I stayed out of
sight but watched closely not fully trusting his brother.


They had coffee and spent about thirty minutes talking. I saw cell phones
come out on both sides of the table and buttons pressed. They paid and
parted ways after a brief handshake. Patrick looked around to see if I was
still nearby. I waved when he looked my way. He looked happy and okay.


We walked back to the L station on Belmont and Sheffield and headed for
home. We held hands the entire walk but not on the train. Back home he told
me about everything Matthew said. He felt his apology was sincere but that
he was not interested in seeing either of his parents ever again.


Matthew tried to sway his mind but on that Patrick was not going to bend at
this time. They agreed to see each other again in a few weeks at the gym
where Matt goes to work out.


P: "I'll get you that damn picture you want of us one way or another." He
said with a smirk.


Around the middle of November the brothers got together at the gym in
Skokie and had a friend of Matt's take about thirty photos of the twin
muscle boy brothers only wearing athletic shorts after lifting weights for
about one hour.


I was amazed at the similarity of the two, nearly identical except Matt was
in better shape. Now I had some decent jack off photos of my favorite body
and his identical twin brother! I'd gladly call that my Christmas present
if he wanted.


Being in less physical shape, Patrick had the larger nipples but both of
them together at a quick glance looked like two topless women showing off
chest muscles in a gym.


In January 1999 they agreed to meet for dinner every two months. Matthew
continues to apologize to Patrick for the years of abuse. No matter how
many times Patrick tells him to `drop-it' at every meeting Matthew still
apologizes. At their April meeting Matt told Patrick that their father died
of his cancer in March that his mom had alzheimer's and was in a nursing
home in Chicago and didn't recognize him any longer. Patrick told me he
kept his mouth shut and listened to the updates then promptly changed the
subject.


In August of 1999 their mom died. Patrick didn't attend the funeral and
never speaks of his parents any more. From what I've seen, few of his
friends even know he has a brother.


In late August 1999 we flew to Florida again to the same time share
condo. After returning Patrick starts classes at Oakton C.C. in business
management and human relations. I still work my three nights in a row at
the burn unit. I was offered the same position on day shift but declined
due to the pay cut.


For the first time after his first report card I wrestled Patrick into
doggie position on the living room floor and rimmed him without asking. At
first he was shocked that I would actually stick my tongue in him, after
enjoying the sensation he became a real fan and eventually did it back to
me. After showing me his report card in the mail he took a shower but when
he came out of the bathroom I had my clothes off and grabbed him, much to
his surprise. We had a brief struggle while he was trying to figure out
what I was planning. Patrick is a lot stronger than I am above the waist.


I lured him into the living room and yanked the towel from his waist, when
he leaned over to pick it up I charged at him knocking him down to the
carpet then there was a struggle to get is turned in opposite directions
while I tried to press my face into his backside. Finally he started to
figure it out and stopped the struggle and let me do it. His remarks soon
changed from ridicule to moaning and even taking the Lord's name with
extreme pleasure.


After his peace treaty with his brother and the passing of his parents
Patrick now tells me he loves me once a week on Saturday evenings, our date
night. He usually whispers it into my ear while we're on the train heading
home from dinner in Boys Town.


I love you too Patrick.



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