Date: Wed, 28 Sep 2005 10:46:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bradford Dean Bigelow <blockhead_54321@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writer's Block 17

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" 17
written By Bradford Dean Bigelow

&

When we arrived back at the condo complex, I was
almost as exhausted as my checkbook. Already I was
thinking about how to take a tax writeoff.

"Oh man am I beat!"

"You should be, Bobby."

"Brad, pull over at the rest stop?"

"Need a coffee?"

"Yeah."

I took the next turn off the interstate, en route form
the airport.

"Pull in over there."

"But it's not a rest stop."

"It's okay. Just do it, Bradford?"

I pulled in to a picnic area that looked like it
hadn't been used in fifty years.

"Okay, now what?"

"C'mon. Let's get out and take a walk, Brad."

"But I really want to go home."

Like a little boy, not getting his way, Bobby said,
"Alright. Let's go. See if I care!"

I clicked handle of my car door. Bobby was out in a
jiffy.

"Need some help?" He said, opening my door, from the
outside.

"Hmm... quick response."

"Have to, to keep ahead of you, Brad."

As we began walking away from my car, Bobby took my
hand, as  if we had been lovers.

"Where are we going?"

"Trust me, okay?"

"You've been saying that all day, Bobby."

"And have you felt comfortable, Brad?"

"Yes."

"C'mon then."

We walked onward, through the pine trees.

"Nice area."

"Yes. Bill used to bring me here."

"Uh-huh," I grew suspicious. "For?"

"Listen, Brad, Bill might have been a good friend and
mentor, but he didn't need to help me out with the
birds and the bees!"

"Sorry. I apologize, Bobby."

As we walked on, the trees gave way to a clearing. As
the trees cleared our view, I spied a little cabin.

"What's this Bobby?"

"Bill's place. I come here when I need solitude."

"Doesn't this make it doublitude?"

"C'mon Brad."

I followed him into the cabin.

"There should be some cold beer, in the fridge."

I brought us back a sixpack. The kitchen and jon had
been made separate rooms, on the ground floor, a
bedroom doubled as a sitting room. Somewhere, above
us, a loft rose within the A-framed section.
When I returned with the beer, Bobby had totally
shocked me out of my gourd. He was stripped to the
buff and lying in the turned down bed.

"Oh no, Bobby."

"Yeah, c'mon. Once. That's all I'm asking of you."

"I don't know. No. I have to say no, Bobby. I'm not
cheating on my Chase-baby."

"Oh, you wouldn't be cheating on me, if I'm here with
you!" A third voice chimed in.

"Chase-baby? Tony?"

There the two stood, like Bobby, totally stripped
down.

"Bobby, you fuck!"

He wanted me... he got me. I wrestled with him until
we fell out of bed. After we two finished our match,
we stood.

"Chase-baby?"

"Well, you don't think I'm going to wait all night for
you, Blockhead?"

I was in total shock, watching my Chase-baby, on the
bed, Tony's legs up on his shoulders and his 8'5c
tickling Tony's innards.

"Um, there's another bed up in the loft, Brad?" Bobby
suggested.

I followed Bobby up the ladder, licking his thighs as
I went.

After I stripped, Bobby tried humiliating, by
suggesting, "Do me a favor, Brad, my pits are all hot
and sweaty. Tongue them out for me?"

I made like I went for them, but instead centered on
his lips. Our chests met and our arms entangled each
other's bodies. I'm not sure how it came about, but
sometime during the night, my cock fell out of Bobby's
ass.

%

"Mmmmm do you smell bacon cooking, Brad?"

"Yeah, I do. Eggs, too, but before we go down, can I
say something, Bobby?"

"Sure."

"Next time we make love can you play more with my
nips?"

Bobby laughed, then became serious again. We kissed.

"Ewwwwwwwweeeee.. what's that?"

Something slimy moved in the bed and it wasn't our
cocks! Next we heard a multitude of laughter.

Bobby replied, "Chase and Tony!"

"Oh fuck, what a mess!"

One of them had heaved an egg up in the loft, landing
right in our bed.

"I'd say this means war!" Bobby proceeded to say,
climbing down the ladder.

Of course, he wasn't counting on turning around and
walking right into Tony's arms.

"Sleep good?"

Tony didn't mind the raw egg getting rubbed up and
down his back, as they both lip locked.

"Care for an early dip in the ocean, Tony?"

"I don't think I have a choice, Bobby."

I bet they didn't even notice me there, above them,
taking in the sweet love scene.

"Sleep good?"

"Oooooooooooh!" I sighed, standing there, facing
Chase-baby, as he latched onto my pecs, at the bottom
of the ladder.

"Yeah, but didn't get this royal treatment."

"So, shocked you, didn't I?"

"No. I figured you were going to squeeze my nips this
morning."

"No, not about that, blockhead!"

"Oh, you mean fixing the breakfast?"

"No, not about the breakfast."

"Oh, then about you and Tony already being here. Yeah,
you surprised me alright. I mean, where did you park
the car?"

"No, Blockhead. Did I surprise you when you and Bobby
finished rolling around the floor, trying to seduce
each other and see me fucking Tony's ass?"

"Oooooooooooh 'that'! Nah."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Well, you thought I would be plenty angry if I knew
you and Bobby had sex together."

"If you're trying to get at that I was mad because you
and Tony had sex together, I'm not."

Chase-baby smiled at me, then confided, "And I
wouldn't be angry at you and Bobby having sex
together."

"How come?" I replied, now hugging my Chase-baby.

"Because, like you and Bobby, Tony and I have bonded."

"So, what your saying is that it's okay if Tony and
you or Bobby and I have sex together?"

"Or you and Tony or me and Bobby."

"Tsk! Tsk! Such grammar for a writer?"

"It's called writer's block. Happens sometimes."

"Especially under stress?"

"Am I being stressful enough?" I replied, licking
Chase-baby's neck, as we pressed our naked bodies
together.

Then the front door burst open.

"Brrrrrrrrrr... the ocean's cold in the morning!" Tony
blurted out.

"Nooooo, not the bed!"

"Hey, just thought of something!"

"What's that Brad?"

"Bobby, who's minding the shop?"

"You're asking me, Brad? You're the boss!"

"Omigosh! I gotta get ready and get there!"

"Relax!" Bobby says, as Tony and he lay in the bed,
wrapped up in the covers.

I relaxed my muscles, folding my arms over my chest,
as Chase-baby tended the griddle.

"Okay, spill it, Bobby."

"You don't think the use of the cabin came cheap, do
you, Bradford?"

"Wait a minute. This is Bill's cabin right?"

"Brilliant Bradford! You're catching on quick!"

The three of them thought that was cute, getting a
giggle or two out of it.

"Yeah, so?"

"I think we're ready to open business for ourselves,
Brad."

"Ourselves?"

"Yeah, I noticed the sneaky thing you did today. Good
move!"

"Sneaky thing?"

"Yeah, before moving on, you gave a twenty dollar
raise to all union employess across the board?"

"Nooooo, not dollars! Cents... twenty-five cents,
Bobby!"

"Oops! Decimal point error! Oh well. Doesn't matter."

"Holy smokes! Wait til they find out!"

"Wouldn't matter anyway, Brad, since you gave notice a
month ago and yesterday was your last day."

"What the fuck you talking about Bobby?" I barked at
him, as one of my knees rested on the bed.

Both of them checked out my basket.

"Well, you see, pardon the pun, but cutting to the
Chase, I went into  your checking account, stole your
signature, wrote out your letter of resignation,
giving your demands for separation from the company
and reattached your signature, printed it out and
mailed it in."

"You fuckin' did what Bobby?" I barked, my hands on my
bare torso, as Bobby looked up at me.

Tony kept his head lowered, licking his lips.

I hadn't assumed that strangulation mode in a long
time. It began to set in, like rigamortis. I would
have done it, too, if Chase-baby hadn't nonchalantly
placed his hands around me and given me a bearhug. Of
course, his half-erection in my crack, helped, along
with his hands on my pecs, his thumbs massaging my
nips. At the same time, Tony, his hair still damp,
having that dripped look down his chest and stomach,
came over and kneeled down in front of me. Together,
they put me in a much better mood, to accept the fate
that Bobby has bestowed upon me.

"Feel better about all this, Bradford?" Bobby asked,
stoking his own poker.

"C'mon Tony, let's get breakfast while our men chat."

With a slurp, Tony pulled off my pole. I wasn't sure
about all this, but it seemed that Bobby wasn't the
only one who had confidence in the move.

"Want to fuck me again, Brad?"

"No."

I left my spoken answer, as simple as that. Then
brushing Bobby's hand away from his cock, I replaced
it with my lips. Right down the line, our stats
weren't all that different. A year difference in age,
he 24yo and me 25yo, Bobby is 5'10. I'm three inches
taller. Our weights varied by five pounds. Our cock
sizes evened out at 9c. Originally Bobby informed me
that he hadn't even bottomed for anyone, yet last
night he let me take his cherry. Go figure!

"Ooooooh that feels awesome, Brad."

"I don't know whether it's your precum or the sea
salt."

"I hope I don't give you a sore throat."

"Didn't bother your prostrate any!"

"Yeah, I don't believe you raped my ass, Brad."

Our talking tired me out from trying to keep my mouth
full and chat at the same time, so I took the iniative
to lay down next to Bobby. I placed my arm behind his
shoulder, his head resting on my bicep. His shoulder
fit nicely into my hairy arm pocket. I curled my left
leg over his left one and chaffed his hard cock with
my knee. My free hand toyed with his chest hair.

"So, what else does your crystal ball hold for us
four, Bobby?"

"Well, for starters, we have two weeks off."

"Two weeks off?"

"Almost off. We have to go shopping for office
furniture for our office. Chaz and Bill will handle
the rest of the staff's needs."

"Chaz and Bill?"

"Yeah. Forgot to tell you. Bill is pinch hitting for
you."

"I thought you said yesterday was my last day, Bobby?"

"It was, but we couldn't let your position slide, with
nobody in it, so I convinced the board that Bill
Connklin would be a good interim CEO. When they find a
successor, Bill Connklin comes and works for us."

"As CEO?"

"No. Head of security."

"You lost me Bobby. Who's going to be CEO, for our
company?"

"The only man that qualifies of course, Brad. You!"

"Me? What about you?"

"Nah. That's not me. I'm more the man that runs around
and keeps tabs on everything. I'm positioning myself
as head of Human Resources."

"Hee hee heeee... keeps the spyrings going, huh?"

"That, among other things, but I think we will have a
terrific team going for us, with all the defectors
from the present company."

"And how many would that be, Bobby?"

"Another few brownie points scored, Brad."

"Brownie points, Bobby?"

"Yeah. I met with all those male employees you ordered
up for the one o'clock meeting, in your office."

"Ooooh I forgot all about them!"

"Um, do you think Greg and Gary were up for letting
you keep your appointment?"

"Oh yeah. Hmm... so did you get any takers?"

"Let's just say that there's going to be a big
turnover in the company, which might screw up their
buyout."

"You dirty dog, Bobby."

"Hey, all's fair in love and business."

"I thought is was love and war?"

"Same difference, Brad."

"Breakfast is ready, guys."

I could've let Bobby get out of bed, but pressed my
chest to his and slid over him, making sure I ground
my chest, stomach and pubes into his, taking a
momentary stop, to lock lips.

I broke, saying, "Thanks Bobby."

"I'm giving everybody a sampling of everything. If you
don't like it, then you go hungry!" Tony told us,
about the prepared food..

Bobby and I sat on the bench, to one side of the
table, as Chase-baby and Tony took the other bench.

Bobby blew us all away by saying, "I haven't done this
in a long time, not since I was a small kid, but my
mom always said it was good for the soul. Mind if we
hold hands and pray?"

This was not typical 'Bobby'. Then again, Bobby was
not your typical guy. So, we all held hands,
stretching across the table, to form a perfect circle.

Bobby prayed, "God, I haven't done this in awhile, so
I hope I'm doing it right. I know you probably look
down on us, saying what a screwed up bunch of guys we
are, but we can't help it, the four of us falling in
love with each other. Anyway, I pray we're doing the
right thing, in our lives and our business and I pray
you'll help us along and show us what's right. Amen!"

"Sounded good to me, Bobby," I complimented him.

"I meant every word of it, especially the part about
loving all you guys."

"Although," Chase-baby said, "there's still two of us
that haven't shared our bodies with the other one."

"Hmm," Bobby replied, "Maybe we'll have to make that
our priority tonight, Chase?"

Tony adds, "I say don't rush it Bobby."

"You trying to tell me what to do, Tony?"

"Yeah, Bobby."

"That's what I thought. Yeah, whenever," Bobby changed
his mind, conforming to Tony's idea.

"So, how long are we here before we start developing
cabin fever, Bobby?" I asked.

"Oh, we're out of here today."

"Today?" That was a short vacation," Tony says.

"Oh, this isn't the vacation. This is the getting
ready to go on vacation. Our real vacation starts when
we step off the plane in Costa Rica."

"Costa Rica, Bobby?" I inquired, "Isn't that where
Josh Fuller is?"

"Yes and I thought we would bring somebody with us, to
keep him company," Bobby informed us.

Chase-baby, as curious as the rest of us, inquired,
"And whom would that be, Bobby?"

"Adam Provo."

"But Jim's funeral is tomorrow," Chase-baby exclaimed.

Bobby explained, "Right and right after we have the
reception for the family and friends, we'll head out
to the airport."

"What happens if Adam doesn't want to go to Costa
Rica?"

"Um, 'fraid he doesn't have a choice in the matter."

"Hmm," Tony said, continuing, "I smell a rat here. Why
is it we're not going someplace, like Paris, Bobby?"

The other two of us agreed.

"Okay, I didn't want to alarm any of you, so figured I
didn't have to."

Tony said to Bobby, "I'm alarmed. I'm alarmed, with a
fork and knife in my hand. If you're smart, you won't
get me anymore alarmeder!"

I said, meaning it to be an inside joke, to my
Chase-baby, regarding Tony's grammar, "Writer's
block!'

He smiled at me.

"Okay, so we all have to make ourselves scarce for
awhile, but not only us."

"Whom else, Bobby?"

"Anybody whom lives near us."

The only reference that came to mind right away was,
"You mean even Killer?"

"Killer, yes and Kevin, Jordan, Kareem, Frank, Jeff,
Paco, David and now that they've moved in, the Trudeau
boys, Chad Davis and David Finch, Darryl and Juan."

"Wait, you mentioned Chad Davis and David Finch?"

"Yeah, well, they'll be new tenants."

"Told you Bobby had a hidden agenda, Chase-baby," I
now revealed, letting Bobby know what I knew.

"What's this, Bradford?" Bobby asked, to my
revelation, dropping his fork in his plate.

"Oh, come off it, Bobby. How far back did you have
plans for our company? As far back as when you knew
you loved me?"

I know I threw in some of the confidentiality that
Bobby had bestowed upon me, regarding his first moment
of heartfelt affection. Like him, I 'needed' to spread
some harmless humiliation.

"What's this, Bobby?" Chase-baby and Tony both started
badgering Bobby over.

"Um, yeah, well..." Bobby loosened the reins on me and
tried adressing Chase and Tony's moods of paying close
attention to his explanation.
"It happened way before I met either of you."

Touched by Bobby's words, if I had been his best
friend or lover, which I now considered him within the
ranks of the calling, I'd have relaxed my guns too.
His sweet talking wasn't along the lines of
'bullshitting', which I'm sure he had been accustomed
to doing at times. More down to earth, he explained
his way out of the predicament. The whole time Bobby
provided his words of truth, he moved closer to me on
the bench, until his arm was around me and our pecs
touched.

"What can I say? Like you two found out," Bobby here,
pertaining to my Chase-baby and Tony, "Brad and I have
this sincere and caring love for each other."

At the fold of his conversation piece, Bobby clasped
me in both arms and unafraid, turned my head with his
hand and plastered his lips against mine. His eyes
remained closed, drinking me down, but mine opened,
looking to the couple across from us, looking for
their reaction. I more than thought that Bobby and I
would be at this time, lying on the floor, Chase and
Tony doing a two-step on our balls. Instead, I relaxed
my retinas, as I saw them move in towards each other
and begin their own romantic overture. Neither of us
made it last, lest our breakfast get cold.

Yet, Chase-baby broke the ice, offering, "Hot java
anyone?"

I then came up with a wild suggestion, asking, "You
know it might be nice to have a door cut out between
our apartments."

Tony, thinking it a great idea, added, "Sure. Our
condos could use the dungeon as adjoining the two
units."

"I don't know about the dungeon, but I think Brad has
a good idea there," Chase-baby congratulated me, with
a smile.

"It sure would make it easier for us to visit each
other. What do you think about that, Bobby honey?"
Tony asks.

The three of us jabbered away, but Bobby remained
unusally quiet, until Tony's question rendered him
totally shutup in himself. Right away, the three of us
suspected something was up.

I came out with, "Well, if you don't start talking,
Bobby, I think we're going to have to start using some
of those diabolical toys on you!"

"Ahem!" Bobby coughed, then grinned. "It's not really
all that bad an idea."

Bobby played with his leftover food, cutting it up
into tinier and tinier pieces. We still didn't believe
him. Tony made a gesture for me to do something. I lay
my arm on Bobby's shoulder, then slowly moved my arm
around his neck. After Tony's second gesture, I
tightened my grip.

"Brad! What the fuck you doing!" Bobby basped, as I
pulled him back towards me.

Tony jumped off his bench and rounded the table. Bobby
tried pulling my grip away, from below his chin. That
three inches of height and one year of age, I had over
on him, seemed to pay off. Chase-baby stayed in his
place, watching Tony approach Bobby, as if an
interrogator going for his victim. It wouldn't be the
first time we've seen Tony and Bobby in role
reversals.

"What's this all about Bobby?" Tony put it to him,
letting his Italian accent seep in.

"Really, it's not like you think, Tony honey."

"Don't you 'Tony honey' me, Bobby."

My eyes widened, as I sat there, almost gagging Bobby,
as Tony picked up his fork.

"Wha...what're you gonna do?" Bobby tried yelling out.

"You're going to tell us all what this is about and
now!"

"Owwwwwwwwwwch!" Bobby yelled out, as Tony jabbed him
in the left side of his pec.

Tony, realizing what he just did, threw Bobby's fork
down onto his plate.

Realizing his own deed, as well as mine, maybe mine
more, Tony yelled out, "Brad, you're fucking choking
him to death!"

I let go of my choke hold and rolled my eyes at the
same time. My Chase-baby, not laughing at Bobby's
grief, but at me, got up and came over to me.

"C'mon, Blockhead, let's go take a dip."

"But it's cold!"

"C'mon. We can find out later."

"Rats!"

My Chase-baby knew my excuse, the cold water, was a
ploy because I knew Bobby would be confessing to Tony
what his hidden agenda is. I figured how could he not,
with Tony licking and sucking on his left nip, as a
result of the prong attack.

As we walked along the beach, I knew I pestered by
Chase-baby, constantly questioning, "I wonder what
Bobby has to say? What do you think he's telling Tony
now? Huh Chase-baby? Huh?"

"Brad, I'm sure well find out."

"Do you think he or Tony will come right out and say
it?"

"And what if they don't, Brad. Don't you think by now
you've learned to trust Bobby?"

"Yes, but I'm still curious. Aren't you?"

"A bit, but right now, how about we take this moment
and enjoy it for ourselves?"

"Oh shit! I just thought of something!"

"What's that Brad?"

"We're naked!"

My Chase-baby literally laughed his ass off. Or rather
laughed, falling onto his ass, dragging me along with
him, into the soft sand.

"We'll get arrested!"

"Brad, this is a private beach. Now shut up and kiss
me!"

A really weird thought came over me. Even though, for
the next hour or so, we made love to each other on the
beach, I had forgotten about making love to Bobby. I
even forgot about taking his cherry ass or waking up
with my cock in his ass. It escaped my memory that we
had a sweet time in bed. Especially blocked, were the
thoughts I had of the 'what ifs'. What if Tony and
Bobby had never met? What if Chase-baby and I had
never met? What if it had been Bobby and me that fell
in love, instead?

"You're under arrest for indecent exposure!" The deep
voice rang out.

As Chase-baby and I looked up, scared shit, the
laughter rang out.

I replied, with the cliche, "I might've known it was
you two!"

There, standing in front of us, was Chad Davis, David
Finch, Kareem and Frank Farraco, all dressed in the
same indecent expose.

"Think that's funny Kareem?" Chase-baby said, rising
up.

He took one of Kareem's globes in his hand and began
to squeeze. Anybody could see that an humongous hand
would be needed to hold both at once, so one did the
trick.

"Huh, Kareem? Huh?"

We all watched, as Chase-baby at the indestructible
test of seeing how long before Kareem elicited a yelp.

"Yeah, take it baby," Frank said, as he slowly began
dragging his lover's arms behind his back.

Even Chad beckoned Kareem on, saying, "Yeah, you can
take it brutha!"

It wasn't any secret to any of us guys that Kareem
loved having his balls toyed with. All except David
Finch, who found this type of entertainment to be all
new to him.

"What's he doing, Chad? He's deliberately hurting
Kareem!"

"Do you see Kareem complaining, Dave?"

"No. It's... it's more like he's... like he's liking
it!"

"That's because he is. Here, watch this."

Chad stepped over in front of Kareem.

"Excuse me, Chase. Mind if I?"

My Chase-baby let his grip loosen on Kareem's sac.

"Ooooooooooooh!" Kareem sighed, with disappointment.

"He's for real, isn't he?" Dave replied.

"Pay attention, Dave," Chad said, as he went for both
of Kareem's ballsacs.

"Oooooh yeah, Chad my man!" Kareem said.

Frank suggested, "Why don't you help him, Dave?"

"No way."

Chad interjects, "Frank means for you to stroke his
cock, Dave."

"I guess..." Dave gulped, "I could do that."

Chad had Kareem's balls separated in his sacs and now
pulled downwards on both. Frank had both of his arms
intertwined with Kareem's, wrapping both of the 6'5's
arms behind his back, so they couldn't be seen. Only
his bulky shoulders could be seen, as he wailed in
pleasure. Chase-baby and I laughed, when Dave took
Kareem's massive tool, in his hand and began stroking.
Kareem's head fell back, as he moaned, bonking Frank
in the head.

"Kareem, you dipshit!' Frank called out.

However, Kareem was too much into the pleasure/pain
thing, to apologize. Frank didn't really give two
hoots either, trying to constrain Kareem's arms with
one hand, while guiding his tool into Kareem's parted
asslips.

"C'mon Blockhead, before you start something else!"

"Aren't we going to watch, Chase-baby?"

"Rather you watch Kareem get his ass fucked over or
get your own prostrate tickled?"

I followed my Chase-baby, walking down the beach, side
by side. Of course he had to jab me in the ribs, for
looking back numerous times, until the four of them
faded from sight!


Continued.....

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