Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2005 09:37:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <oh_no_its_blockhead@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writer's Block 11

The following story is a work of fiction set in the
format of reality. Any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to
accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or
governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If
sexual scenes involving male to male relationships
offends you, then you should not read this story.
Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in
most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real
life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got
condom?

"Writer's Block" 11
written By Bradford dean Bigelow

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"Oh man am I stuffed!" I shouted out, holding my hairy
stomach.

Arching my back, to make it look stretched so, it made
my bellyhole look perfectly rounded. It reminded me of
Chase. If we had been having our own little meal
together, he would've made me march off to the bedroom
and put on a shirt.

"What's up Brad?"

"Oh nothing Tony. I was thinking about Chase."

Bobby says rather robustly, "Well, ready for some hot
dungeon play, sizzle-nips?"

Tony scolds Bobby, "Yeah, after some hot dishwasher
play!"

The three of us busied ourselves with cleaning off the
table, depositing the wastes in the trash, and
prepping the dishes for the washer.

"Okay. That's good enough. You guys can go in and get
started, but Bobby?"

"What Tony?"

"I want equal time with sizzle-nips here!"

"Hmmm..."

I knew Bobby had something brewing in that head of
his. He completely faked me out. Instead of heading
for the dungeon, we detoured to the bedroom.

"We're not playing in the dungeon?"

"Nah. Too late. I have to be at the office early
tomorrow. Chase said take care of you, so I figured we
would have a leisure evening in bed. I feel like
relaxing, so I'll lay back and let you two work me
over with your tongues."

Hmm, seemed like an honorable request. Especially
after that filling meal. Nice apertifs, I thought.

"Hey Brad, c'mon, let's get a shower before we suck up
to Bobby."

"What about Bobby, Tony?"

"Think about it, Brad. You want to be licking Bobby's
natural manscent or something that tastes like a bar
of soap?"

Oh, what a robust shower!

"Hee heee...what're you looking at Brad?"

"Nuthin'...oh...okay....your hair... there's so much
of it!"

"You ain't exactly a smoothie, Brad."

"Yeah, I know. Guess we're a coupla bears, huh Tony?"

"Ready to go do Bobby?"

"You don't have a problem with that, Tony?"

"Nah. There's plenty of him to go around."

So, drying off, we left the jon and headed towards
that bedroom.

"Don't that beat all!"

"Is Bobby asleep?"  Like I had to ask!

"Yeah. Poor man. He works so hard."

'Bobby? Work hard?' I thought. I'd have to pay more
attention.

"Hey Brad, you want to fool around anyway?"

"Like have sex, Tony?"

"Yeah, or have some mutual fun in the dungeon.
Whatever's your pleasure, Brad."

"Mutual sounds hot. Um, think we can mix a little of
each?"

"Yeah, cool Brad."

I followed Tony's hot, 5'9 frame down the hallway. My
tongue salivated, wanting to taste that hairy
asscrack.

Once inside the 'dungeon', I asked, "Tony, think I can
taste your ass?"

"Looks like Bobby was right about you, Brad."

"Oh? And what did Bobby say about me?"

"Um, I think you better ask him yourself."

"Ask me what?"

We both turned, seeing our mutual acquaintance
scratching his head, yawning, a single hand feeling up
his crotch.

"Brad was asking me if he could service my ass and I
cued him into what you said about him, as being right
on the mark. He wanted to know what you said about
him, so I told Brad that he should ask you himself,"
Tony replied to his lover, in one long winded
response.

"Oh you mean the comment about being any man's slut?"

"Slut?" I replied to Bobby, seemingly towering over
me, in the authoritative manner, even though he was a
year younger than me.

"Yeah. Go ahead Bradford. Show Tony what I mean. Tony,
bend over that table and pull your asscheeks apart. I
need something to jerk my dick to."

Tony complied, with no problem. Maybe I had a problem
with it. Suddenly, it came to me, what Frank and
Darryl talked to me about in the office. They said
that Bobby treated me as his equal. I'm not sure where
this superior attitude originated, but for once, I was
tired of taking the crap from Bobby.

He badgered me, saying, "C'mon Bradford. I'm waiting
for your tongue to get deep in my Tony's ass. C'mon,
show him what a good slut you are and do what I tell
you."

I stood a good two inches taller than Bobby's five
feet, ten inch height. We both had a worked out body,
even though his abs seemed a bit more taut. He was
tough, never having a problem with working me over
with his knee to my crotch, but it had been the case
where I more or less, 'let him'. I wonder how he would
fare against one to one combat. Plus, as Tony had
suggested earlier, Bobby was run down from 'working
hard'.

"I got a better idea, Bobby."

"Oh?" He replied, extracting himself from his position
of leaning against the doorframe, standing up
straight. Adjusting himself, as if taking on a more
dominant stature, in front of me. "And what would that
be, 'Bradford'?"

His demeanor changed, as if I had questioned him,
reversing our roles, as if he had been the CEO and me,
the little peon, at the office.

I went for it, 'telling' Bobby, "Never saw you eat out
an ass, Bobby. Might be interesting to view!"

He smiled, walked over by Tony, who lay over the
table, his hands grasping his hairy ass crevice open,
revealing the shag that ran up and down the divided
cheeks, a black hole within the deep pit of hair. I
closed in on the targeted area, both of us now eyeing
up the area of assault.

"Hmm... y'know, Bradford, I never have tasted ass
before."

"Go ahead, Bobby. Experience it!" I dared him, feeling
a bit anxious to see what he would do or say, like I
had my own personal agenda.

For sure I was stimulating more than Bobby's brain
cells. When he appeared at the doorway to the dungeon,
his 9c hung nearly flaccid over his bed of balls. Now
it stood out, even though Bobby's hand provoked it,
causing it to swell. He wasn't the only one, Tony's
hard cock hanging down, as his belly lay perched over
the bondage table and my 9c piece firming by the
minute.

"That's alright, Bradford. I wouldn't want to deprive
you at what you came in here for. You wanted it, so
take it!"

Before I could say another word, Bobby had his hand on
the back of my head and flung me toward Tony's open
ass. I know I said something, even though it came out
muffled, as if I said it to Tony's hairy ass chamber.

"Yeah! Go Bradford."

However, the evil streak, to resist, remained a high
priority.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkooooooooohoooohshiiiiit!" Bobby
called out, as jabbed my elbow backwards, catching him
in between the legs.

As Bobby knelt in half, on the floor, I jabbed his
ego, "What'samatter, Bobby? Can't take a little whack
in the balls?"

Then it was as if I was ganged up on, as Tony stood
behind me, saying, "I can't believe you did that to
Bobby." Right away, Tony squats down, saying to Bobby,
"You okay, Bobby?"

"Yeah... oooh.."

"C'mon, let's get you to bed, Bobby honey. I can't
believe you did that, Brad."

How did I become the bad guy here? I was only playing
around. How many times has Bobby kneed me in the balls
and unexpectedly. Couldn't he take a little knock to
the crotch? As the two stayed out of the dungeon, it
set in. Lowly me put the big man down. I left and went
into the bedroom.

"Hey, look guys, I'm sorry."

What was I scared of? That Bobby wouldn't want to play
with me anymore? Maybe he wouldn't want to torture me
anymore? A big guilt trip came over me.

"You should be," Tony replied, now massaging Bobby's
balls, as he lay there in bed.

Bobby said nothing, except a few "ooo's" and "aah's".

"Hey Bobby, I was only joking. C'mon."

"Don't even think of getting in our bed," Tony said.

"I wasn't."

"Then why did you start to lean on the bed, Brad?"

"I wanted to make sure Bobby was okay."

"Oh, so now you're suddenly concerned about the guy
that you just bashed his balls in?"

I didn't need to further convict myself. Tony was
doing a good job of that.

"C'mon, Tony.... Bobby, I'm sorry. I'll do anything to
make it up to you."

It's then I thought of how this could've been a
conspiracy, but Tony didn't have the conniving brains
that Bobby had. That smirk told me that the pain, of
my elbow connecting to his crotch, had long dissipated
and his 'act' had worked Tony into making me feel
disenchanted with myself.

"Anything?" Came Bobby's first words, since the groans
of pain. He didn't even wait for me to reply, but
said, "You can first show me how good you can eat out
Tony's ass, then we'll take it from there, Bradford."

"Whatever," I replied, regaining the excitement of
tasting that hairy Italian treat.

The three of us, me leading the way, found us back
where we started. Tony's attitude hadn't lost the
anger.

"I better feel that tongue deep fucking me too, Brad!"

"Yeah, sure Tony."

Bobby offered, "Hmm.... you let me know if Bradford
isn't treating you to a nice deep tongue fucking, Tony
honey."

I didn't like the smile, but my cock sure did, my
psyche returning to it's submissive state.

"No, Tony. Let Bradford pull your ass crevice apart.
You just lay there and enjoy the nice hot tongue job
he's going to give you."

"Okay, Bobby. Thanks," came the short response.

So, placing my hands on either side of Tony's hairy
ass, I pulled gently. My cock twitched when my tongue
found the first sensation of touching ass hair. That
wasn't the only thing stimulating my crotch. I didn't
stop my insertion of my tongue, as I felt my balls
being manipulated. Bobby was playing with them,
fastening something around my balls, between the base
of the sacs and my hard cock.

"Cool that you said you would subject yourself to
anything, Bradford, because I'm going to give you the
works tonight. How's the tongue fuck going, Tony?"

"Okay," Tony replied, "but no great shakes."

"Guess I'll have to do something about that!"

I prepared myself for a direct hit to my balls. Like
Kareem had pointed out in the 'Balls & Chain'
magazine, he wanted to experience something similar to
this guy's balls stretched far away from his cock,
severe weights hung from the sacs, by what appeared to
be strings, but had indeed been the skin connecting
the guy's ballsacs to his body.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" I interrupted the
licking, just as the tip of my tongue entered Tony's
assrim.

"Ooooooooooh!" Tony sighed, then reported to Bobby,
"Brad was just ready to tongue fuck me!"

"What? And he stopped?"

"Yeah."

"The fuckin' slut. Get that tongue back in there and
now, boy!"

My reply came in sticking my tongue out, rigidly, then
stabbing it back inside Tony's assrim, even though the
first weight added to my balls hurt like hell.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

"He stopped again, Bobby," Tony pouted, reporting my
work stoppage.

"I guess I'll have to show Bradford here who is boss.
Tony, why don't you go to bed. If, in a couple of
hours Bradford has learned his lesson, I'll bring him
back in to give you a proper tongue-fucking!"

As Tony got up, Bobby instructed me to take his place
on the bondage table, only lying on my back. He made
me stand with my back to the table and hop up on the
edge. As I jumped up, to lodge my ass on the edge, my
weighted balls conformed to the activity, them dropped
downwards.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkoooooooooohshiiiiiiiiit!" I cried
out.

"Oh, don't even think about complaining, Bradford.
I've only started with you tonight!"

Realistic as it sounded, I knew Bobby played. However,
I wondered how far he would take me tonight.

"Lay down, boy."

I soon found myself being tautly cuffed down to the
bondage table, lying on my back. The chain that held
the weights, making my balls sag, no longer did their
chore.

"Looks like I'll have to do something about that."

Before Bobby did anything more, he made sure the
double doors of the dungeon had been closed. I thought
I heard a click of the lock.

Bobby offered it, before I even suggested it, "Don't
want anyone walking in on us."

"Why? You... you're not going to really be torturing
me for real, are you?"

"Oh yeah. 'Pain time', Bradford. Pain like you've
never knew you could take. Hell yeah! Gonna rack your
body with pain!"

At this point, it seemed Bobby was serious. He
probably sensed my anxiety, when I gulped out loud. I
could hear it myself. He produced the same red ballgag
and when I didn't open up, forced my mouth open, via a
hand grip on my balls.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkooooohhhgggghhhhhnnnnnnn..."

Sweat began to take over almost immediately. As I
looked down through my chest and stomach hair, I could
see the little beads forming, as Bobby removed the
apparatus from my balls.

Holding my two globes in his hand, he said, "Now to
give you pain like you've never known, Bradford!"

I could tell without even looking in a mirror that my
eyes looked like saucers. The anticipation was killing
me more than the emminent pain.

'What tha?' my next reaction came, as my ballsacs
sensed 'wetness'. What the fuck was Bobby doing? I
suspect he heard my muffled plea, asking the same,
'What are you fucking doing?'

Here I am, cuffed tightly, eagle-spread to the bondage
table of a locked dungeon, the boss of a major
corporation, expecting to get the living daylights
tortured out of me by my right hand man. Instead, the
nuded, muscled bear is up on the table, head bent and
licking my balls!

"Am I humiliating you, Bradford?" He asked, before
returning his tongue to my crotch, taking a swiped of
my cockhead, on his way to my ballsacs.

Of course I couldn't ask him, but did wonder what the
fuck he was doing!

"Mmmm.... I've wanted to taste these for a long time."

I watched, then wondered what next was on Bobby's
slate, as he reached up, crawled up the table, letting
my leaking 9c paint a streak of goo up his chest, his
stomach, lodge temporarily in his bellyhole, then
touch his own hard cock, as he reached my face.
Reaching behind my head, with his hand, Bobby
unfastened the ballgag. As if rolled out of my mouth,
he replaced it with his lips.

"What tha?" I tried speaking, but fell back into a
muffled drawl.

Bobby was kissing me, full force, on the lips, his
body slowly settling down onto mine. Our crotches
forming one, our stomachs touching, our chests
melding, his lips not moving.
His right hand reached up and began fidgeting with my
right cuff, as his left hand played with the other. He
broke off our kiss.

"Oh man, Bradford. I'm so glad you gave yourself to me
tonight."

"But, Bobby, I didn't mean for you to...."

"Shhhh... you gave yourself to me, to use for my
pleasure and I'm really going to use you. C'mon now,
let's go join Tony for a real hot evening."

I didn't argue. Right now, I was more than willing to
trade off an evening of pain, for total pleasure. I'm
not sure what it would be like, on the other side of
the dungeon door, in bed with the two hot, hairy
hunks, but not putting up a fight either. I couldn't
figure out what Bobby's angle was and at this point
didn't argue, as he hopped off the bondage table and
began dismantling my cuffed ankles.

"What's this Bobby?"

"You can either join in, or finish studying your book,
Tony."

Taking his reading glasses off, Tony quickly closed
his college text and set it on the side table, with
the specs, sliding down in the bed.

"Cool! Brad and I are going to service you, Bobby?"

"No, correction. I'm going to service Bradford. You
can take your pick, Tony honey."

"Wait. Somebody slap me. I think I'm dreaming."

I was the first one on the bed and the closest, so I
honored Tony's wish, slapping him lightly on the face.

"Oooh," Tony sighed, then touching his cheek, said,
"I'm really not dreaming am I? Heeeey, what'd you slap
me for, Brad?"

"You said to."

"I meant for Bobby to do it."

"Tony, forget it," Bobby said, then offered, "I really
need some hot sex and I haven't bottomed in a very
long time and need this, so can we cut the drama? Oh
man... I really need to work both of you guys."

I almost felt like I needed a slap in the face; a
nightmare wakeup call, as Tony and I lay down on the
bed, are arms interlocking each other's shoulders, as
our hairy bodies lay right next to each other. We
looked at each other, as Bobby lowered his mouth
around my cock, while feeling up Tony's shaft. Then he
popped offa me and went to work on his lover's dick.
Tony and I didn't waste any lip time, kissing each
other, which I sensed some bit of guilt, but carried
on with. When Tony went to get up, to turn his body so
that he could suck my nips, his shaft met mine. Bobby
began to service both of us.

"I'll get it," Tony calls out, upon hearing the
doorbell ring.

Coming back, I hear more than one set of footsteps, as
Bobby carried on with his bottoming me.

"What a boring convention, I tell you. Hi Bobby!"

I almost freaked out! There, standing in the flesh and
literally the flesh, most likely having stripped on
his way from the front door of the condo, to the
bedroom proper, was my Chase-baby! I figured I was in
deep shit now.

"Taking good care of my Brad, I see, Bobby?"

He popped one of my balls out of his mouth to answer,
"Well you said to, Chase."

"I know. Tasty, Bobby?"

"Yeah. Have you had the chance, Chase?" Bobby replied.

"No, but you continue. I've got jetlag," Chase-baby
announced, immediately taking up the place next to me,
in the bed, giving me a 'hello' kiss. "I could really
use a good oral workover."

Of course, the only unused mouth, was Tony's. But like
day and night, Bobby snapped his fingers, motioning me
to get up.

"What're you waiting for Bradford?" Bobby reverted to
a quasi-dominant state. "Didn't you hear what your man
said? C'mon. Make it snappy!"

Finicky!

So, I got up, let Bobby lay down, crossed over to my
Chase-baby and started getting oral on him. Tony made
himself comfortable, stationing his body over Bobby,
then leaning his head forward and like me, began
licking and sucking away.

A loose thought entered my mind, so I stopped licking
the head of Chase-baby's cock, to put my mind at ease,
asking Bobby, "I still don't get why you did it,
Bobby?"

"My fault, I guess," came from Chase-baby's lips.

Like a desertation, the clue to Bobby submitting
himself to me, licking and sucking my pubes,
unraveled. In all earnest, Bobby had had secret
desires to dominate the boss, having flashbacks to
when his father, in my position, as head of a huge
corporation, dominated his employees, Bobby being one
of them. Life on the homefront, wasn't much different.
Now, as an adult, and out in the free world of
business, he's wanted to employ different methods, yet
still pretending to wield the same weapon of
domination, his father has had, for so many years. But
this ideal only stood to comprise ninety per cent of
Bobby's drive. That ten per cent had the opposite
effect on him.

"You didn't stay away long enough, Chase."

"I know Bobby, but don't worry. I'm sure 'the boss'
will have other times when he feels like being
serviced by his hairy right hand man."

"I wasn't even planning on it, you know Chase. It's
one of things where it just happened."

I replied to what Bobby was feeding us, by asking,
"You mean, if I never elbowed you in the balls, you
wouldn't have sucked me, Bobby?"

Tony picks up on the question, replying, "Yeah, Bobby
can be a strange bird sometimes."

"Tony, mind your own business and get those lips back
on my cock!"

Smiling, Tony complied, pursing his lips and
replicating a tight ass, pressing down Bobby's thick,
9c, totally swelled.

"Oooooh yeah! Oooooh yeah! Oooooh fuckin' yeah!"

Chase-baby comments, "Hmm... I wonder which Bobby
enjoys more, Tony's tight lips or his tight ass?"

Bobby jokes around, "Or Bradford's tight ass?"

"Dream on, Bobby," my Chase-baby fends off, "I didn't
come home to sink into just any ole ass chute!"

"Aha! So you did miss me, huh Chase-baby?"

"Yeah, well, the convention actually was kind of
interesting, but I outweighed the action in the hotel
room, afterwards and figured it wasn't going to get
any better. So I grabbed a flight home."

"But what about all that money you spent on the hotel
and registration fees for workshops?"

"Let's see now, the hotel manager thoroughly enjoyed
his protein drink and almost every workshop is
refunding my money."

"Never underestimate the power of a writer!" Bobby
joked.

"Yeah and I figured the money I'm being refunded, can
go towards us fixing up our love nest, Brad."

Right away, I filled Chase in on all the going's on,
while he way away for his short two days.

"Kareem and this Frank guy? What about Akeno?"

"Akeno and Ian Morrison are shacking up and moving to
the coast."

"Oh? And now where does that leave Ian's father?"

"I didn't think about that, Chase-baby. Maybe he'll
think about selling," I offered.

Bobby says, "Who? David Morrison? Not likely."

"What makes you say that, Bobby?" Tony asks.

"No, David will most likely find himself a nice young
cub... or two?"

"Cub? What do you know that we don't know, Bobby?"
Chase-baby asks him.

"Oh," I divulge to the two non-office personnel, "you
don't know Bobby, like I know Bobby. He knows all and
sees all!"

Bobby smiled, as I winked at him. He knew the score
with Frank Faracco, Darryl Jennings and Chaz Little.
How many others does Bobby know about, that aren't
expecting the unknown to pop up, in their lives at any
twist of the fate?

"Come on, Bobby. Fill us in," Tony, whom now sat up,
apparently more interested in what Bobby knew, than
pleasuring his stiff rod.

"Alright," he sighed, sitting up with his back against
the headboard.

Chase-baby followed suit, though my nose did follow
his pubes, as I lay the side of my head on his thigh
and doodled with his pubic region, with my hand.

"Okay, so this is what happened. One day David had had
it up to the eyeballs with Ian's behaviour. Seems that
he had overheard Kareem mention something about the
'Balls & Chain' magazine, referring to Brad."

"I knew it! Wait til I get my hands on that Kareem!"

"Cool it, Brad," Bobby dug in to me, "it's not like
David's going to report you to the police or anything.
In fact, I doubt the subject will go any further than
his and mine ears, that is unless you want it to?"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, unless maybe you want David Morrison to play
with us sometime?"

"Hmm... I always knew he'd make a foxy master!"

"Um, can we get on with this?" Tony asked,
impatiently, licking his lips.

"Nobody told you to stop sucking me, Tony."

As Bobby had told Frank, Tony was his own man. He now
proved it.

"Don't you get so fuckin' persnickety with me Bobby
Freeman or you can go get another hot mouth to work
your hot poker!"

"Sorry, Tony."

"That's better. Now get on with your story before my
mouth dries up?"

I looked up at Chase-baby. He and I smiled at each
other. They're behaving just like a couple of
jockboys. Like we do sometimes!

"Well, David and I chatted for awhile outside in the
hallway and got sidetracked. Didn't matter anyway, as
later on, Ian informed his father that he was moving
out, that he and Akendo had thought about going to San
Francisco and shacking up."

"Where was the loot coming from, though?"

"Akendo's uncle has a big home and offered to rent
part of it out, dirt cheap, so the boys could have a
place to stay while going to college."

"Nice arrangement."

"Yeah," Tony complained about me interrupting, "it's
going to be a nice arrangement when I shove a buttplug
up your ass, for interrupting Bobby!"

Chase-baby commented, "Don't do him any favors, Tony.
Brad, don't interrupt anymore."

I saluted Chase-baby, apologized to Tony, saying he
could still plug my ass, if it turned him on and gave
Bobby the go ahead, to continue.

"So, David invited me in for coffee.. ahem... Irish
coffee, that is, he let loose all his pent up
fantasies and desires and I found out that he would
love to have one or two cubs around to 'rule'."

"Hmm... sounds nice," Chase-baby replied, smiling, his
hand moving to my hairy chest, petting it, "I wonder
if he'll get a nice, hairy one like mine?"

I smiled back, showing how much I appreciated the
thought.

Bobby informed us something we already knew, "They're
out there. A dime a dozen, waiting to be reeled in!"

"That's nice, Bobby. Now slouch down here so I can
think about swallowing your load sometime tonight?"

Chase-baby replied to that, "I've got two days of
protein stored up for 'my cub'."

I didn't know whether Tony and Bobby minded, but Chase
and I wound up spending the night. We actually spent
the rest of the week at 8-6, since 8-5, mine, right
next door to Tony's and Bobby's, was being given a
major overhaul and Chase's, downstairs, 8-1 was
already being violated by Chaz Little and Darryl
Jennings, moving their things in. As Bobby and Frank
promised, Kareem, Darryl, me and even Tony, became
slave laborers, over the weekend, helping to move
Frank's furniture and belongings into 8-3, as Akeno
moved out. As it happened, one of the movers from the
service that Akeno's uncle hired to move the two to
the west coast, a SoCal college kid, decided not to
make the return trip. We all could see why the 20yo
cub made his decision, after Ian's father took a
liking to him! In fact, Kirk Trudeau swore that his
18yo brother, Lance, was the spitting image of him and
planning on college, but didn't have a clue to where
he wanted to go, nor what his intended major is. David
Morrison figured that since the two had lived on their
own, Kirk taking on the responsibility to fend for the
two, that a move might deem benefitable for both.

David's last words had been, "Here I go again!"
referring to having another boy, like a son to him,
trying to decipher 'what to do' in life.

In reality, he couldn't see himself living alone and
even though David thought something like, 'Kirk... I'm
like nineteen years older than him', he was willing to
give the paunchy cub a chance and vice versa, on
Kirk's views. He saw in David the hot 'daddy' he
always desired. He wasn't sure of Lance's thoughts on
the matter, but Lance always went with what his bro
said, like he didn't have a mind of his own.

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