Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2010 17:48:23 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND 02

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, 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 story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND 02
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

The period of transportation became a necessity of sorts. Firsthand, the
sofa was not the capacity which would hold two men, stretched out
lengthwise, whereas Evan lay in his extended, relaxed position, Alex faced
down, his head lying between Evan's legs and at the same time, his
flatlined position not fitting within the confines of the other end of the
sofa. First time, he ignored the lamp on the end table, which he almost
kicked over.

Secondly, when they heard the 'crash', Alex pops off his delicious treat to
say, "I think, before we wreck the joint, we should take this to a place
designed for such recreational activity?"

"Sounds like a prescription for success," Evan replies, being a jokester,
but also his reply weakened by the position he was put in.

As they travel to the bedroom, Alex stares at the lamp, in pieces on the
floor. Called to attention of much more important manners, he says, "Worry
about the lamp later." Well ahead of him, in the lead, Alex catches up in
time to remove the last piece of clothing from Evan, his shirt over his
head.

Teasing, it came as they pass by the doorway, Evan reaching up and grabbing
at the frame.

"You musclemen!" Alex quips.

Evan replies, "Feels good," to his shrink's two hands planing up and down,
over and around his torso and abs, an occasional finger stuck in his navel,
then sliding down his teen trail like a snowboard.

"As good as me sucking your dick?" Alex says when his hand snowboards
Evan's shaft.

Evan's arms dropped real quick!

%

Meanwhile, at Alex's office, it was his sidekick's turn to take the evening
shift. Actually, the office was 'manned' by one psychiatrist and three
psychologists. New to the group, almost immediately Alex got to know one of
the other professionals on the staff almost instantly, when he walked into
the private jon, the occupant forgetting to lock the door from the inside.

When Dr. Montague, the 'medicine man' part of the group, introduced the
others, Trey Beam and Scott McClain, to Alex they seemed like nice,
ordinary, heterosexual guys, but the more he studied Scott's actions and
the way he seemed to check out the male patrons of an eatery or on the
streets, the more Alex knew which way his gate swung.

In his own office, door locked, Scott play over in his mind himself, Alex
there with him, in the jon, him falling right off the toilet, onto his
knees and working on fetching Alex's cock out of his briefs.

Suddenly there's a knock on his door, the receptionist announcing,
"Dr. McClain, your patient is here?"

"Oh shit!" Scott says to himself, his hand slimed with the goo from his
massive eruption.

"He's early. I'll have him wait. Okay Dr. McClain?"

"Fine, Ricky," Scott yells back, with the obvious. He also rolls his eyes,
thinking of how many times Ricky has pulled the same thing on him, only to
resolve the issue with similar response, having the patient 'wait'.

After finished mopping up, tissues cleaning not only his fingers, between
his fingers, and cum from accidentally getting on the cuff of his white
shirt, he looks down at his pubes. Still anchored under his balls, his
briefs keep from touching any of the residue. Two more tissues aid Scott is
dabbing at the white goo. He curses at himself because it's made so
thick. At times his cum has shot out, being thin, whatever the reason, not
worth thinking about, because more important is the absolute awesomeness of
when it's shooting out. Satisfied he's at least gotten the basic off, some
of the pasty, sticky part still clinging to his wiry pubes, he stuffs his
meat back in his briefs, tugs up on the waistband, then puts his pants back
together, feeding the leather part of the belt back into the buckle.

"Now!" he says, running a hand over his head. "Oh my God!" he exclaims when
he realizes what he's just done, his still-soiled hand acting like hair
paste!

"Your patient's waiting!" Comes Ricky's voice from the other side of the
door.

Looking at the clock on the wall, above the leather-textured sofa where a
patient normally sits, Scott does realize Ricky is valid in his
timing. "One minute please, Ricky!"

As his own 'code' of doing things, religiously Scott approaches his desk,
looks at his planner and picks up his pen to check off the next
patient. "Wait-a-minute!" he exclaims to himself. He hesitates, still
staring at his appointment calendar. Then, "I don't have a patient now?"
And scrutinizing the dated page, "David Smith cancelled out!" And then,
thinking of Ricky and the waiting patient, "But..." and the thirty-six year
old medical professional trying to recall, "did Ricky reschedule somebody
else?" With only one option to find out, he gives his wardrobe the once
over, the final juggling of his pubes, straightening out his belt around
his waist, replacing his jacket over the top half of his bod, making
adjustment to the tie, he unlocks the door.

Right away the knob turns and the door opens.

"Oh Ricky, did you happen to...."

However, instead of Ricky, this brown-haired, buzzed cut dude stands there,
confronting Scott with his style of dress, leather vest tightly clad, arms
sporting tattoos, the vest not quite down to the leather pants, flaunting
the dude's bellyhole and treasure trail, all which Scott takes notice.

"I'm here for my appointment," the dude says in a gruff manner.

Swallowing, Scott says, "Uh, did you make an appointment with my
receptionist sir?"

"Nah," he says, pushing himself inwards, closing the door behind them.

"Maybe I should check with Ricky regarding..." Scott started to say,
worried because he thought of the possibility of himself as not an occupant
earth too long, regarding the dude's facade.

"Ricky's busy in the jon," the dude says, putting a hand on Scott's chest,
stopping him from reaching the door. "Take a seat. My story isn't too long,
doc!"

Since being given the only option, Scott figured it best to sit at his
desk, making the piece of office furniture a barrier between himself and
this rough character.

"Hey, nice leather!" The dude comments, seemingly lightening up on the
attitude as he sinks into the patient's sofa, the one under the clock on
the wall.

"Thanks," Scott replied, wondering what this was all about, but also with
the notion of using the speed dial number on his phone which would
instantly connect him with 911. He kept his eyes peeled, looking for signs
of violence, like a knife on the dude's belt or even if he lifted the leg
of his pants, pulling a weapon out of his boot. "So, what can I help you
with?" He tried forcing a smile.

However, before the dude got started there was a wry smile on his
face. Shortlived, the dude proceeds, "The name's Ianto Brigstocke. My buds
call me Ian." He would have gone on if he was more familiar, personally,
with the psychologist, but goes right into his business, "I'm hear about my
little brother, Evan Brigstocke."

Knowing all of his patients by heart, even though they numbered about
thirty-five, Scott replies, "Not my patient. Maybe one of the other
psychologists or Dr. Montague's patient?"

"Evan sees Dr. Bravo. What do you know of him, Dr. McClain?"

Scott knew Alex wasn't a 'doctor' per se, yet a lot of patients often
misstook psychologists as having the same namesake, unless indeed they
officially had the title tweaked into their professional status. As for
himself, he was plain ole 'Scott McClain'. Rather than press the issue,
there were more important things, like how to best get rid of this scruffy
looking character from his office, he proceeds, "Well, sir, it's really not
professional of me to divulge personal information about..."

Brigstocke stood up from his perch on the sofa, saying, "Yeah, I figured
so, but I thought you could cut me a favor doc," he manhandled one of the
high-back, wooden chairs, one hand twirling it around so his front faced
the back and says, "being my bro is a patient of his, but I find more
important, the two them hanging out together?"

"Hanging out?" Scott asks with surprise. Then, it's drawn out of him, the
one professional standard, which remains unsaid, but a professional should
'know', should not exist between himself and his patients, of getting
personally involved.

"Yeah. Found some text messages from Doc Bravo to my bro, telling him to
meet him at a certain time, certain place. What gives? This Bravo guy, he
gay?"

From the day he got walked in on, in the jon office, Scott has known of
Alex being gay. Almost fresh in his mind, he remembers the look the two
had, the immediate response, a smile, each knowing of the other's sexual
orientation, one not spoken with words. Yes, times after the incident,
roughly six months past, they've talked about this'n'that, but never has
Alex mentioned a patient by the name of 'Evan Brigs-whatever'. But then,
back to reality, the question posed to him, he clammed up, but once again
drew on his professional manner, "I'm sorry sir, but I really cannot
release information regarding neither a collegue or patient." If it were a
person not so intimidating, Scott might have ended his statement with a
cordial smile, but he had to admit, the repose of this dude, the buzzcut,
long sideburns, scruffy beard, which looked like he hadn't shaved this
morning, the leather vest, showing his 'guns', the adornment of his left
bicep, barbed wire tatt,
 and the general 'greasy' nature, made him feel rather intimidated, so
hence the nervous manner of his reproach. He thought himself beyond danger,
when Brigstocke sported a smile, rather than jumping to the 'attack mode'.

"I see," Ian replies. "Well maybe we can work something out. I mean your
receptionist wasn't too reluctant to do so."

"Ricky? What do you mean?" Scott says, rising from sitting at his desk.

Cracking a smile, Ian nonchalantly says, "It's how I got this
appointment. Said he could get me in to see you if I let him give me a
blowjob!"

"What?" Scott says, rather surprised Ricky would stoop to such an
unprofessional manner.

"Yeah and damn good at it. Left him a nice big load to digest. Say, you
wouldn't be interested in something of the same deal would you?"

It never occured to Scott that Ian was assuming an awful lot of information
here, but the mention of the special deal, his reference to Ricky, most
likely on his knees and taking in 'the bribe', started to make his loins
tingle. Ten minutes ago, his lust had been drawn off of his fantasy about
him and Alex. Now, this shady looking dude was confronting him with another
reason for sexual excitement.

"We could do each other, if that turns you on?"

"No... I mean sure... whatever you want!" Scott replies, losing his stern
attitude.

But reading Scott like a book, Ian says as he pops the button on the front
of his chaps, "I figured so. Yeah, you docs can have all of your textbook
logic, but when it comes down to it, no college degree can hide what you
really want!"

This might have been Scott's office, but right now it was slowly being
turned over to Ian, as he opened his briefless pants, his big piece of
juicy meat partially displayed. "So, why don't you get on your knees, boy,"
he immediately dropped Scott's rank, "and start pleasuring me?"

Scott didn't know what to think. For sure, right now his mind was on what
was peeking out of the flaps of Ian's chaps and the remotest possibility,
hitting speed dial #1 on his phone.

"Do we have a deal?" Ian said, adding question to his statement, well
meaning to provoke.

"Um, sure," Scott said.

Seeing Scott playing right into his hands, Ian backs off, turns around and
heads back to the leather sofa. "Why don't you get out of those stuffy
clothes, doc and I'll make myself comfortable."

Right to it, Scott wasn't passing up this opportunity for cock. But he knew
he had a roster of patients following and voiced opinion, "But we'll have
to make it quick because I've got an evening full of patients."

As he bares his shoulders, his back sporting a tattoo of a dragon, looking
towards Scott, Ian replies, "Ricky's taken care of all that," and as he
drops his pants, sitting down, "so we don't have to rush."

Seeing the big, hairy balls surrounding Ian's cock, laden with a ring
sticking out of the slit, he lusted to taste not only the king-sized
erection, but curious about his first meal of heavy metal!

%

Alex Bravo might have been the professional half of the bedroom encoutner,
but for now, Evan seemed to assume the position.

Turning the clock back, just eight months ago Evan was entering his senior
year in high school. Knowing personally at least four other seniors who
were gay, and out, he thought it best to do the same for himself, informing
his mother one night, the first week of school. Not too cool, to say the
least was his mother's expression of discontent. As for his father, he
pretty much went along with his mom. Right away from the dinner table, his
mom went to the phone and that night he was in the office of the preacher
from their church, with his family. He had to hand it to Pastor Madison, he
handled it pretty well, calming his folks, sympathizing with them and
telling him he would personally take an interest in straightening him out.

He still remembers, laughs out loud, upon the memory of his first meeting
with Pastor Madison, the initiation of his 'straightening out', the
pastor's first remarks, "So, Evan, have you had your first gay experience
with a man yet?"

Thinking it a strange opener, Evan replied, "I beg your pardon Pastor
Madison?" He also thought it normal, after leaving his dad in the outer
office, the pastor of their church removing the white collar and
unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt as he sat at his desk, but for
himself, got some zings in his pants, trying to figure out if Pastor
Madison's hairy chest encompassed both pecs, if there was a trail down his
abs and the 'what' it led to. But for himself, it wasn't at all normal to
feel like he did, viewing the Christian pastor and feeling oh-so horny,
just because of the v-shape of his shirt collar.

Madison explained, "All boys, when they hit your age go through it, their
hormones hitting a particular moment, wanting to masturbate. Unlike a
heterosexual male though, a gay male will want to lust over another man,
driving him into wanting to make an encounter."

It must've been on Evan's face, so he thought because he didn't say
anything but, "Huh," not getting it.

He gulped when the thirty-something pastor held his hand, like it was
closed around a guy's 'barrel', milking it and saying, "Us males are no
strangers to going with what feels good, eh Evan?"

Surprise first grabbed Evan's psyche, then audacity that the man he's been
set up to be counseled by, arranged by his own parents, to talk him out of
his gay sexuality, was saying stuff like this. "Aren't you supposed to be
talking me out of stuff like this?"

Getting all serious-like, Madison addresses him, "Do you think because I am
a minister of God, head of this thousand-member church and a respected
member of this community, I should refrain from what makes a man feel good,
Evan?"

Smiling, thinking it was humorous, Evan asks, "So, what gets you off,
Pastor Madison?"

Right back him, staring into Evan's eyes, Madison relaxes in his chair, his
hands behind his head, stretching his shirt open even wider, as he replies,
"I could very well get hard over thinking about some guy on his knees
sucking you off!"

"What the fuck?" Evan is astounded, looking to the door and back at the
pastor.

"The door is made of heavy wood. Nobody, let alone your dad is going to
hear anything we say in here."

It was a secondary thought to Evan's primary one, of bolting from the room
if Pastor Madison should happen to make a move on him. Since he was still
flaunting his pits in relaxation, the smart senior calms a bit and asks,
"How many boys of our parish have you molested?"

Setting Pastor Madison off in a laughing fit, Evan sat back, smiling
himself, only because of the laughter, which proved contagious. "None. I
keep it 'clean'. Besides, I'm not into 'little boys'."

A lot came to pass since their first meeting together. At that time, Evan
learned much about Pastor Madison. It's a shame, he thought, how they
railroaded him out of the church after being outted by one of the boys he
tried to help. Evan remembers the night of the meeting to plan his
'eviction', or how he stood up for Pastor Madison, only to be 'booed'
down. Laster his mom, labelled him a rebel and ridiculed him with, 'If your
father was alive today...'

"What's on your mind?" Alex asks, popping off of Evan's cock.

"Oh sorry. It's not that I'm not enjoying you... what you're doing,
but... I was thinking of Pastor Madison."

Even though Evan hadn't been brought to the apex of Alex's ministrations,
Alex sensed it 'wasn't happening' for now, crashing into the bed next to
his eighteen year old boyfriend. "So, what's up?"

Feeling a little sorry for Alex, Evan says, "Sorry I didn't let you finish
out."

"So, what about Darryl?" Alex asks, turning on his side, pocketing his
elbow, indenting the pillow, his free hand playing with Evan's bod.

"What did you think of him?"

Smiling, of which Evan could not see, Alex speaks from experience, "Well
for one thing, he was one helluva cocksucker!"

As punishment, Evan slapped Alex's hand off his stomach, scolding, "That's
'not' what I meant!"

Buns-up, Alex falls over onto Evan, replying, "I know. I think Darryl is
better off now than in the position he was in. I've spoken with him on the
phone..."

"You did? When?"

"A couple of days ago."

With excitement, Evan asks, "Did he mention me? Did you say hello to him
for me?"

"He told me everyday you're on his mind."

Evan left the smile on his face, even though he knew Alex was lying to
him. Instead of pursuing, he asks, "So, how is doing at the gay church?"

"Very well. Too well. They love him so much he doesn't think he has a
chance of being asked to leave!"

Out of the blue Evan says, "I think we should go have him marry us!"

Joking, Alex replies, "Oh really? And what would your 'brother' think of
that?"

"Ian is not my brother."

"He thinks he is?"

"I know and I don't think I'll ever understand why he think I am," Evan
replies.

Putting on his doctor's cap, Alex replies, "You're filling a void in his
life, whereas the brother he had has been taken from him. Be grateful."

His disposition changing, Evan says, "Yeah, I know. I don't know where I'd
be if Ian wasn't there to rescue us guys from that leather bar."

Conjuring up images, Alex tells him, "Probably stripped naked, your asses
whooped," he slaps Evan on the stomach, "and then sold into sex-slavery!"

"Speaking of sex-slavery, you want to get busy on me before I stop feeling
horny?"

"Yes'um sir!" Alex says, kneeling on the bed, the twenty-five year old
saluting and then falling prey to Evan's words, returning to lying between
the teen's legs.

In five seconds Evan if giggling.

Alex's tongue licks up the barrel, then skates off as he questions, "What?"

"That slurpy sound you make... you make the same sound when you did other
guys' cocks or just me?"

"Um, is this a really important question or can I get back to my
blowjobbing?"

"Blowjobbing? That directly from the shrink's manual?"

With his hand around the lower half of Evan's cock, Alex licks up the
underside of the head. He remarks, "Does it really matter what it's
called?"

"You know that drives me wild!"

Alex knew and that the reason he did it, making the tip of his tongue into
a rigid point, then gliding up Evan's cock til it hit the head, opening to
lick across the entire bulb.

As for Evan, he relaxes his speech, except for the moans as Alex engulfed
the whole top, his lips turning to a zero as he 'fucked' the
outsides. "Oh-h-h... oh-h-h-h," Evan again voiced opinion of the tight lips
replicating ass, pressing downards. "oh-h-h fuck yeah!"

"Are you ready?" Alex pops off.

"Oh-don't-stop!"

Alex perceives, "Oh, I thought you were ready."

"For?"

"You said 'fuck yeah'. I thought you were close."

"It was a figure of speech."

"Oh."

"But if you don't get on with your 'blowjobbing', I'll never feel like
taking your ass?"

"Yes'um sir!" Alex replies, getting back to work. He loved pacing it,
keeping Evan at bay.

Evan, on the other hand, knew Alex's game. He didn't need to be a rocket
scientist or even the world's greatest shrink to know he kept the pace
slow, drawing back when he thought he was getting close to orgasm. But if
Alex thought he held all the cards.... "Um, can you do my balls?"

"Uh?" Alex questioned, lifting off Evan's cock to reply, saliva dripping
from his mouth. Sucking in the extra mouth juices, he replies, "Sure. I
could do that."

He smiled, knowing Alex would much rather be licking and sucking his meat.

Placing his right sac in his mouth, Alex spits it out to ask, "You're not
going to cum without... you know?"

"Would I deprive us both of stuffing your ass, Alex?"

The dialogue almost matched word-for-word, Alex ending with the usual, "Oh
cool."

As Evan lay back in the pillow, he smiled, thinking of how cute Alex
was. He breathed in deeply as he felt tongue on his sac, tossing his ball
around in the fluid. "Oh man!" he exclaimed when Alex moved on to the other
sac. And by this time, after the other ball was bathed even a little, he
was ready for some more cock action.

"Yeah! Get rough on me!" Alex remarks when Evan cues his boyfriend in to
wanting his lips wrapped around his hard shaft once more, pinching a clump
of hair in his hands for pulling his head higher.

"You're pathetic!"

Hearing a new opinion stream from his lover's lips he asks, "Is that what
you really think of me?"

A get even tactic, Evan shrugs his shoulders and replies, "Everyday you're
on my mind!"

With a smirk, Alex says, "Okay, so Darryl didn't say anything about
you. Now are you sorry you asked? Can I get back to my carrot dinner?"

Playing coy, Evan says, "There you go Alex, making fun of my red hair
again!"

"Again? When did I make fun of it the first time?"

The two knew each other were being playful, Evan saying, "The first time
you saw me strip my shirt off?"

"You strip your shirt off? If I remember correctly, it was 'me' stripping
your shirt off. In fact," Alex takes a breather, "I succintly recall
because as my hands were up your tee shirt, 'your' hands were working at my
belt buckle. Man were you horny!"

"Me? I was lying there right on your sofa. I 'saw' the tent you had in your
pants. You were horny long before I was."

"Oh that's right," Alex says, kneeling, flashing his whole dark brown,
hairy front back at Evan.

"In fact I think you were harder than you are now!"

"Is that so?" Alex replies, looking down upon himself, taking up his shaft
in his hand and allowing it to flop down. "Maybe you're right. So... what
are you going to do about it?"

It was signal and both smiled, thinking of the implications. Evan had much
to be thankful about when it came to Pastor Madison, recommending he visit
the office of Dr. Bravo. Little did he know, seven months later he would be
so much wiser at mansex, having the knowledge first hand from not only his
psychologist and mentor, but a man now which he could call his boyfriend,
even if only in private.

A smile on each others faces sent a message, Evan stating, "We could double
up?"

For the two, the words double up meant the same as '69'. As for Evan, he
never dreamed he would ever suck another man's cock. Throughout his teen
years, he's really only been involved with three men in his life, regarding
man-to-man sex. Even though Pastor Madison and he never did anything, he
always fell back on the real life experiences of the three gay sex
partners. His first encounter had been in ninth grade. He lucked out, when
being appointed to clean up the field after track. When he went to shower,
the captain of the football team, happened to walk in and after catching
Mike making advances with his eyes, scan him more than once, stood there,
rubbing the soap over his privates, the suds dripping down.

"Hey, um... you want some help rinsing them off?"

After Mike graduated, he passed on the shower duty to another football team
member, Seth. A sophomore, he and Seth met in the shower, sometimes in the
wrestling room, at times in Seth's bedroom or a quickie in the backseat of
Seth's car, when Seth was a senior. Being a junior, he had one year of high
school left. Passing on the honors keeping Evan active, Seth introduced him
to one of his father's business partners, John. There was no reason why
'not' to trust Seth, after the two of them getting it on for nearly three
years.

When parting, after their last man-to-man affair, Seth said to him, "If I
wasn't headed off to college, I'd shack up with you sweet man!"

Savoring the words, even though he hadn't done it since being a kid, as a
junior going into his senior year of high school, Evan wept with melancholy
thoughts attached. But hey, sometimes something good comes out of something
bad and not only did John keep his teen juices flowing, but each time they
met for sex, John renting a room at a motel, he would slip Evan some bills.

Fast forward, Evan says to Alex, "It's going to cost you though?"

"Oh, so is that how you upped the ante with John?"

Evan replies sarcastically, "I thought you said my sessions were supposed
to be in the strictist confidentiality?"

"The clause 'means'," Alex states in a rhetorical manner, "between others
other than your sex partner!"

"Oh. I guess that gets you off the hook!"

Alex comes back with, "But if you shoot it up my ass, instead of down my
throat, there'll be a big tip in it for ya!"

"Take me out to dinner at Frontiere's?" Evan bribes for sex.

"What are you trying to do? Break my wallet?"

"No, but if we don't get started I'll never break your ass!"

Both laughing, they moved into the '69' position and as it would work out,
they sucked each other for awhile before Evan turned things his way,
fucking Alex till he was 'broken'!

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"I think I chipped a tooth!"

Sitting on the sofa, his chaps down around his ankels, covering his boots,
Ian sat, his cock somewhat deflated as its juices marked the leather
surface of the furniture, the metal from PA giving off a little glare in
the dim-lit room. "You didn't chip no tooth!"

"Did too," Scott claimed, a finger feeling around in his mouth, where his
tongue had done first inspection.

"If I did, where's the chip?" he asks, relaxing after unloading his balls,
his arms spread along the width of the leather sofa.

"Swallowed it. How could I not with your balls flooding my mouth?"

"Yeah," Ian says, smiling in satisfaction. "You sure give good head."

He said it like there's was more to follow, something swirling around in
his mind, a question on the tip of his tongue and without asking, Scott,
being a psychologist, a person meant to probe more than around the head of
a man's cock, but instead the mind of a man, wondered, "And?"

"I just thought maybe some night you want to drop by the club and have some
fun!"

"Club? Fun? What kind of fun?" Maybe Ian had the joy of coming, but for
Scott, doing all the lip-work, hadn't had the pleasure, his hand still
working on his pent up anatomy, behind the zipper area. So, it was natural
for him to seek out information. Too, as he still gazed upon Ian, the rough
exterior, hairy pecs, the stripe down his tight stomach, indentation where
his stomach sagged, his bellyhole in the wrinkles, he licked his lips just
thinking about it.

The touch of the leather furniture to his cock, plus looking down upon his
subject, began making Ian horny all over again. He had put his leather vest
on, but suddenly felt the need to part it, saying, "You want my pecs boy,
come and get'em!"

He smiled when Scott licked his lips... "Um sure, if it's okay? I mean, do
you think you're able to get it up again?"

"If I can't, I'm sure you can boy!"

Scott totally ignored Ian laughing at his own joke. True though, he thought
he would be able to make Ian hard all over again. After all, part of the
stiffening action depended on both parties 'wanting'.

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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

`EVERYDAY YOU'RE ON MY MIND' may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....