Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:36:27 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 10

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,
in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is
staged. If a sexual scene 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 state 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.

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OLuFsEN & SONs 10
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Ahem!" Erik cleared his throat after the trio from downstairs dumped Jase
and Zack into their beds.

"What?" Gef asked.

"Nothing. Nothing whatsoever.... other than you've been spending a lot of
time here lately?" He put it to his brother, looking for more than a pajama
party explanation.

Stepping in, Nick says, "I can't believe you Erik?"

"Me? What'd I do now?"

"Here you are the CEO of a big corporation and you can't figure it out?"

Gef laughed.

Erik says, "Quiet you," to Gef. "So what is it I'm supposed to figure out?"
Erik asked, even though he had already figured things out, wanting to hear
it from either his brother or lover.

"Life's not all nuts and bolts," Nick replied, pun intended being Erik-Gef
Industries main product was supplying nuts and bolts to hundreds of big
corporations and some small businesses.

"I'll let that one slide," Erik said.

Gef says with a smile, "I thought it quite witty of Nick!"

"You would," Erik smirks at his bro.

"I think you can guess by now we're working on getting back together
again."

"Yeah," Gef agrees. "Nick and I are going to work hard at getting that
second nip ring installed."

It made for smiles, Erik warming up to the idea, "Well I hope this time
you're serious little brother."

In the kitchen, Gef had relayed to Nick the talk he and Erik had over
quitting his former promiscuous lifestyle, rendering, "Nick knows, okay?
And yeah, we're going to try to make it work this time. No more fooling
around for me."

Nick jokes, "Yeah and if he does I'm going to tie a shoestring to each nip
ring and pull it tight!"

"Oh really?" Erik replies, set up for, "you mean around both of your nip
rings?"

"On that note," Gef pats Nick on the shoulder, the two heading off towards
the room Nick occupied, Gef's room whenever he spent the night previously.


As for Erik it was another dull `get-ready-for-bed' evening, entering his
room, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his pants, then thinking how
stupid to yank it out when he next unbuckled his belt and turned down the
flaps of his pants. Still in his briefs, he walked into the jon. Again he
`goofed', pulling his cock out of the seam in the front of his lowrise
briefs, then after peeing, stripping them off. However it kept him smiling,
thinking of how cute Nick's `nuts and bolts' joke was afterall. Yawning he
went for the shower faucets, turning on the hot, then cold. Then as an
afterthought, "Hmmm," he turned them off, opting out for the hot tub, one
of the little amenities of living the lavish style on a big estate, in a
big mansion. Rather then starting out dry all it took was the flick of a
switch to begin the heat-up and a turn of a knob to get the waves
a-rolling, via tiny bubbles rising to the surface. As Erik waited for the
 steam to rise he stared at himself in the full length mirror on the
outside of the sliding glass shower door. Turning to his side, he surveyed
his frame, checking to make sure his waistline was still trim. He smiled
when he saw the extra added detail, his soft cock lying on a bed of dark
blond fur. Turning forwards he looked at himself, the smooth bod except for
the trim treasure trail. He smiled, thinking how he still had the same
endowment as ten years ago or longer, from when he entered adulthood, his
bod taking on the form of a well-developed adult male. The picture of
himself in the mirror began to fade when steam blotted the reflection. It
felt like heaven, entering the hot tub, though he made a long sigh when his
balls hit the frothy water. Sitting on the little ledge, his hand
readjusted the package. He almost giggled when tiny bubbles made his balls
move around. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the power of the moment.

"Room for two more?"

It wasn't too steamy for Erik to look upon two strangers standing there. He
hesitated for so long, looking at Patrick's and Joaquin's naked bods.

Joaquin had to ask for Patrick again, "Is this tub big enough for three?"

However they didn't even give Erik the chance to say `yes' or `no', the two
hopping over the edge.

"I suppose you'll find out!" Erik said as he watched their waists sink
below the surface.

Even though round, the circumference wasn't as wide as the hot tub out by
the pool.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Erik asked Patrick when their feet touched.

"No," Joaquin answered for him. "If he was going to do it on purpose he
would have done this!"

Erik giggled and sighed at the same time when the tip of Joaquin's foot
touched between his legs. "Fresh!" he told Joaquin.

"But did you like it?" Patrick joined in on the gag.

"It was okay," Erik shuffled his feelings about.

"Nothing like a hand, huh?" Joaquin gave Patrick the hint to move closer.

Not protesting a bit, Erik's head shifted back and forth as Joaquin came to
rest on his right side, Patrick on the other.

He did have another question, "I'm surprised two hot looking young men such
as yourselves got so bored in your room, that you had to come `bother' the
`old man'?"

"Bother?" Joaquin asks.

Patrick questions, "What old man?"

The two then busy themselves, Joaquin placing a hand behind Erik's neck and
closing in for a kiss. Patrick steals Erik's chin away and vies for some
lip-locking. Turning Erik right around, his head falls against Patrick's
chest, Patrick's hands grabbing at his smooth pecs, massaging them as
Patrick kisses him about the head. As for Joaquin, his focus is on the
`other' head, diving head first under the water and tickling his tonsil
with Erik's inflated shaft. Mesmerized to say the least, Erik feels his
cock being massaged. Closing his eyes his cock is stroked and stroked and
stroked til.. his head falls underwater. Clawing the surface for air Erik
realises it was his own hand stroking himself and nobody was behind him to
save him from falling underwater. Realising it was just another one of his
fantasies, Erik scolds himself, "Grrrrrrrrr!"

"What's up?" Joaquin says, parking his ass on the edge of the hot tub,
dangling his feet in the pond of warm water.

Mystified to say the least, Erik says, "This is a dream right?"

"Dream?" Joaquin asks.

"If I'm not dreaming, pinch me!"

Like cannonballing into a pool, Joaquin breaks the glassy waters with small
ripples, bobbing his head up, a hand going for Erik's right pec.

"Owch!" He exclaims, rubbing his hand over his right nip after the
tug. "That hurt!"

"You said pinch you," Joaquin answered, an evil look on his face.

"So I guess this isn't a dream." Then he asks, "Where's Patrick?"

"Sleeping, but I'll go get him if you...."

"No. That's okay." Then to find out more, he scrambles, "I suppose he's
tired out from servicing your every whim?"

Like Erik thought, Joaquin was more than a smart cookie. More like the
icing on the cake, he sits on Erik's knees facing him, zooming in on his
lips. From there he licks down Erik's chin, down his neck and along his
collar bone. "It's a little tougher in water. I'm could make you harder in
bed!"

"Could you now?" Erik anticipated, forgetting instantly about Patrick when
he spots the wetted down, dark hair on Joaquin's chest. "I think the
feeling's mutual.

Out of the hot tub, Joaquin exerted himself ahead of Erik, lying down on
the hot tiled floor. Erik smiled saying, "I have this feeling it's going to
be a long, long trip to the bedroom!" Lying on top of the twenty year old,
Erik zeroed in on the Mexican's lips. From there he imitated Joaquin, his
tongue painted a stripe down his chin, mopping up the hot tub water.

Joaquin sighed when Erik's tongue made contact with his wet chest hair, his
tongue imitating the action of mopping up after a flood.

Erik, a bit giddy, looked up to see Joaquin's reaction when he singled out
Joaquin's right nip and toyed with it between his teeth. But it wasn't only
Joaquin's deep sigh and throwing his head back which gave Erik the sign he
was enjoying the nip tugging, but rather when Erik felt Joaquin's hand slip
between their thighs. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Erik sighed, halting Joaquin's sweet
nip torture as he felt a hand encompass both their cocks. "Watch it," Erik
warned, "I'm not too far from...." Then Erik did a push up when both cocks
ceased from being massaged.

Withdrawing his hand, Joaquin said, "I'm dried off enough. You?"

As Erik got up his hand to Joaquin's hand helped him to his feet. Their
bods slapping up against each other, Erik's arms lightly crushed their bods
together, kissing.

"Sill hard?" Joaquin asked, an understatement since his hand was already
checking out the situation.

"What do you think?" Erik asked as he led Joaquin, transitioning from the
steamy jon to the dry bedroom.

Once again Erik thought it a dream when he heard, "Not nice of you to go
and leave me alone in that cold, dark room, Joaquin? Where's your manners?"

"I've gotta be dreaming," Erik replied when seeing Patrick lying in his
bed, one arm behind his head flaunting his pit, staged like a
super-model. He followed up with "Owch!"

"I guess you're not dreaming, gringo!" Joaquin replied after another
niptug.

But Erik thought he still was when he looked upon the two in the bed
together. He looked down at his right pec, still seeing the pinkish
remembrance from Joaquin's nip-tug. "I guess I'm not!"

More the bold one of the trio, Joaquin asks, "Are you going to stand there
all night and get soft, or...."  Joaquin made a place for Erik in the
middle, inviting him into his own bed.

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Next morning, the Olufsen household `should have' been buzzing with
excitement, but as Erik observed when coming down for breakfast, "Awfully
quiet in here for a Sunday morning?"

"Maybe they don't like my pancakes!" Nick humorously suggested, standing
there in his cooking attire, briefs and apron.

More stately, in his white terry robe with his initials E E O embroidered
on the upper left chest side, Erik replied, "I'm not so sure," setting down
his coffee on the table, parking his rump in a chair across from the
boys. "So, what's up guys? This something about your birthdays?"

"Dad, how come Patrick and Joaquin were in your bedroom?" Jase asks.

Zack tells the obvious, "They got their own room to sleep in."

Lost for words, Erik sat there taking sips of coffee while stalling for the
words to explain.

Instead Zack got to ask the source, "Patrick, how come we seen you come out
of our dad's room this morning?"

"You too?" Jase asks a yawn-y Joaquin as he circles the table.

"Your call," Joaquin put the task of telling back on their dad's shoulders.

"Well?" Zack asks, leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his
middle, as Jase assumed the same positioning.

Erik `half-lied', saying, "To use the hot tub?"

"Oh. Okay," Zack shrugged it off, he and Jase picking up where they left
off, poking a fork into a stacked up bit of pancakes and stuffing it in
their mouths.

Erik wasn't totally happy about his answer, sitting there and sulking like
he was in another world.

"Got out of that one, huh?" Gef gently poses to his brother, banging his
hip into the back of his chair.

Erik is startled out of his thoughts, "Oh now! Look what you did, bro!" He
busts on his bro when coffee spills on his white robe. "And coffee is the
dickens to get out!"

Nick to the rescue instructs, "Not if we quickly get it into the wash."

With a hand already on the robe, Erik complains, "But I like don't have
anything on under this?"

"So?" Gef asks, looking to Nick.

"So?" Nick carried the joke further.

"Dad, it's not like we haven't seen you in the buff?" Zack makes comment.

Jase puts it wisely, "And Patrick and Joaquin's seen ya!"

It sets Erik to wondering `what' the boys `saw' Patrick wearing when he
exited the room early this morning, plus if they did or didn't believe his
inflated lie.

%

Around the Cupertino household, Dario was frying up something which
resembled eggs and bacon, Terron putting the finishing touches on his
Sunday clothes, trying to tie the tie.

"Need help?" Dario asks, standing behind his brother, already reaching for
the two sides of the tie.

"Why can't I remember how to tie my tie, Dario?"

"How come you can tell me the date of a year from now and I can't even
remember today's date?"

But answering the question with a question had worn out years ago. At
twenty-five years old, Terron wanted to know the real truth behind why he
and his brother were so different. Dario froze as Terron held rigidly onto
his two hands.

"You're going to be late for church," he tried throwing Terron off of his
quest for knowledge he couldn't give him. Instead he went back to his old
routine, "Look Terron, when you and I were born something happened. I..."

"I've heard that same story before Dario. I want to know why. I want
answers. I can't go on knowing nothing about myself."

Not really angry, but curious, Dario asks, "Who put you up to this?"

"Nobody," Terron replied.

"Don't fib me," Dario was quick to respond. "Everytime you start getting
questions like this it's somebody you have been talking with."

Terron was silent, not sure he wanted to tell about his new friend at work.

"Terron I take care of you. I need to know theses things," Dario badgered
him nicely.

"There's this new guy at work, Tony, who I've talking with."

"Tony who?"

"Tony Schiavi."

"What is he? Some new corporate guy?"

"No," Terron replies. "Tony is the new gym manager. He's got a lot of
muscles and he's a really nice guy."

"A muscle guy, huh?" Which interested Dario, since himself being a workout
gym-nut.

Terron holds up his arm trying to flex his bicep. "He's got real big biceps
and his abs are tough like yours!"

"Oh really?" Dario says. "So `can take of himself, huh?"

"Sure. Just like you. Tony is just as big and tough as you and he says he
wants to take me out on a date."

Even though he was stereo-typing himself, Dario had some reservations about
Terron going out with some dumb gym-jock. "I want to meet him first."

"Why?" Terron asks, hands on hips as if to show standing his ground.

"Because," then he said his mind, "I don't want you getting it on with some
dumb gym-jock!"

"You're a gym-jock Dario. Does that make you dumb?"

"No. You know me. Am I dumb?"

Lightening up, Terron says, "No.... not all the time."

So, Dario conceded but not without wanting to know where they were going
and what time and anything else he could get out of his brother.

%

"Guess what dad?"

"What?"

"Nick used his new knife to cut up the garlic," Zack told him.

"Little one or big one?" Erik asks, but already knows you don't need a huge
knife to slice a tiny clove.

"Little. It works real good."

"Yep," Nick reinforces Zack's answer, "real sharp. And oh.... I forgot to
mention to you. On the little book it came with, he told like it said, it
`strongly suggests `not' putting them into the dishwasher'!"

Jase is quick to say, "That means don't put them in the dishwasher dad."

"Yeah, dad," Zack too says.

"Okay. I get the message. You won't catch me within fifty feet of those
knives, believe me!"

However, Zack is quick to say, "But dad, it's less than fifty feet to the
kitchen counter where Nick has the knives!"

"Two feet then, okay?" Then he changed the subject, "So, what are you two
boys doing the last day before school starts?"

"Can we have a skinny-dip pool party?" Jase asks.

"No, but you can have your `butts-in-a-swimming-suit' pool party!" their
dad says.

Quiet for just about the whole breakfast, Joaquin asks, "What happens if we
don't have a suimsuit?"

Gef answers, "Nick and I have a whole draw full of them. I'm sure we can
outfit you in the latest trends."

"Cool," Patrick says. "What time does the store open?"

"As soon as Nick is done with the dishes!"

Not getting it, Zack asks, "Do they have little kids swimsuits in the
store, Uncle Gef?"

Erik tells, "I don't think they make speedos for little boys."

"Speedos? Wow!" Patrick says, "I've never even dreamed of owning one."

Joaquin throws in, "Or owning what's in them!"

Eric smiled, remembering the threeway last night. It was more like two on
one or rather `one' on `two', Joaquin being the one `owned' as he orally
serviced Patrick and himself as they made passionate love. Seeing right
through the breakfast table scene, he wondered if this was a one night
stand or if he'd be lucky enough to have a repeat performance with the
nineteen and twenty year olds.

"Okay dad?"

"What?" Erik stymies out of his daydream.

But it's nine year old Zack who knows, "Dad will you stop thinking about
boys and pay attention?"

Of course everyone is in an uproar of laughter as Erik turns red.

"I `was' paying attention. Now, what is it you asked?"

Gef rolled his eyes as Nick tapped him in the stomach whispering, "Horny
bastard!"

"Sure," Eric replied as the kids talked up the potato chips and other kid's
fare, to be served up at the pool.

%

"Have fun in church, Dario said. I'll pick you up in an hour and a half,"
Dario said to Terron as he let him out in front of the Christian Community
Church.

"How come you never go to church, Dario?"

Dario smiled. It's the same question he got every Sunday. "Because I don't
have much time to work out at the gym taking care of you. So I need to get
in a workout on Sundays."

"But you workout after church when I come to the gym with you?"

"I know, but mainly I pay attention to you, right?" Dario asked as he
fluffed Terron's dark brown mane.

"I suppose," Terron replied.

"So where's my kiss?" Dario asks as if a mom letting her kid out of the car
for school.

Giving Dario a fast pec on the cheek, Terron slams the car door shut.

"Your Bible!" Dario yells over the top of the car, but Terron is too far
gone into the crowd. He sits back down in the car. He starts it up. Then
turns it off, thinking, `He's gonna come back for it, I know it!' Parked in
a `no-no' zone, Dario finds a place in amongst two hundred other
vehicles. With his sights set on the church entrance, he carried the Bible
in his hand, it swinging away as he hustles towards the front door. Not a
soul about he's hoping the same goes for inside the foyer of the church. He
figures he'll make sure one of the ushers gets it to Terron. Being discrete
he opens the wooden door, coming face to face with the first person he
sees.

"You'd better hurry if you want to make church. The hymn's already
started."

After their parents died, Dario swayed Terron away from the Catholic
church. In their last year of high school, one of Terron's resource room
buds turned him on to going to the Goldwater Creek Christian Community
Church. But way back in his early teens, Dario already had his sights set
on finding something else besides `religion' to do on a Sunday. `Forced' to
attend, he cut loose his bonds after the funeral when the boys were in
their junior year. In the five years of letting Terron out at the GCCCC,
this is the first time he's set foot inside. He expected a flock of
straight-laced old people dressed like Terron in a nice white shirt, tie
and jacket, ladies in their black dresses, not a twenty-something year old
dude in a green tee shirt with a Global Warming logo on it.

"Um, I'm not really into the church scene."

"Oh. I thought you... You are Terron Cupertino aren't you?"

Dario smiled, saying, "People always get us mixed up. I'm Dario, his
brother."

"Older brother? Younger?"

"No. His `twin' brother."

The two stood there for a moment, the other guy still holding the door open
by way of the metal bar. "Do you `want' to come in?"

"I really wanted to drop this off for Terron. He left it in the car and I
know he'll be missing it."

"Cool. I can give it to him after uhhhhh.... youth group."

Dario caught the delayed response, said like the guy was hiding
something. He let it pass.

All Dario wanted to do is get the hell out of there, but for whatever
reason he's the one who kept the conversation rolling. "I can't picture you
running around with little kids!"

The guy took a chance, opening up, "They're of high school age."

"Really? I didn't think high school aged kids were into `Jesus'?"

By this time Dario was inside the church foyer, a rather long rectangular
`box' closed off from, but connecting the sanctuary of the church.

"We `hope' they are," the guy cracked a smile, "but we not only talk about
`Jesus'. In fact," he hesitated a second, but divulged, "today we're
talking about issues involving gay rights."

"Gay rights?" Dario gulped. In a softer tone, "Are you `allowed' to talk
about that stuff in church?"

The look on Dario's face made the guy laugh out loud, apologizing, "We're
still not in the Middle Ages, Mr. Cupertino, but..."

"Mister? You can't be much older than me. It's Dario, okay?"

Taking Dario's hand, the guy said, "Jay Velez."

They stood there a moment, eyes glued until Jay breaks the spell, "Say, I'd
better get back to the group. Hey, you want to sit in?"

"Um, I don't know, I should be...."

"This way you could give Terron back his Bible after service at the Bible
study?"

"I suppose I could miss a morning at the gym," Dario reckoned, especially
when the Latino was being `so' charming!

"Great," Jay said, closing the door which forced Dario inside. "It's this
way."

Though Jay led, Dario followed close behind, but not close enough to still
check him out. He didn't think himself overly under-dressed in his tank and
gymshorts with the Under Armour jacket on, what with Jay wearing the tee
shirt and a pair of cargo pants, sandals on his feet. One thing he found
out about himself in church, Dario discovered for the first time he likes
guys with hairy legs!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.



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