Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 12:44:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 15

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 15
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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First words out of Zack's mouth, at the breakfast table were, "So
dad... when are we going to have a pool party?"

"We've just met them," Erik replies, referring to Aunt Rose's relatives.

But taking things into their own hands, Zack and Jase went along chatting
up the pool party, deciding on what kind of chips to have, soda and making
sure other things were perfect.

Simultaneously, Erik thought about the sweet, wet dream he had last night.

"Hey dad?"

"Yes Zack?"

"Jase and I can't remember. What was their dad's name?"

"Yeah. We didn't get it," Jase affirmed the notion.

"Wow!" Erik said to himself as well as them, "Neither did I!"

"Didn't Aunt Rose say?" Jase replied as if `Aunt Rose' were a long, lost
relative.

"I didn't catch it, did you?"

"That's why we're asking dad, dah!" Zack replied.

Erik smiled.

Then it was Jase who brought up, "Good thing we know where they live."

"Why's that?" Their dad asks.

"We didn't get any phone number. Did you?"

Erik then realizes he didn't cover all his bases last night. Not tying the
kids into all this, how was he going to make any followup if he didn't have
the guy's name or number? Then something threw all of this into a downward
spiral. How did he even know if this guy were gay?"

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"Do you think Hashwani got any sleep last night?" Nick asked with feigned
concern.

"I dunno. Maybe he stayed awake thinking of what his wife is going to say!"

Nick laughs it off saying, "Yeah. Too bad he doesn't know we're going to go
back tomorrow and untie him!"

"I just thought of something," Gef renders, catching his tee shirt on his
own chest before finding the bottom, "what happens if he gets pissed off
and `accidentally on purpose' doesn't give me my classes I need to
graduate?"

"That's why God made digital cameras!" Nick holds his up. "We'll take a few
reassuring photos before we untie him and if he does anything remotely
close to that, we'll `accidentally' post his pics to You Tube!"

"Oh man would that piss him off," Gef replied, smoothing the tee shirt to
the contour of his chest and abs.

"You never know. Might turn him on!"

"If he didn't have a wife to think about! Then again if he had a live in
partner who dug that kinky stuff... man would the dominant guy be like a
pig in shit!"

"You know a lot about this Gef, don't you?"

"Some. Only from experiences I've had with guys."

"Yeah and you've had a lot!"

It kind of struck a wrong nerve, Gef returning with, "Yeah. I guess."

Seeing it put a downer in his personality, a stare-like gaze at the floor,
Nick walks over and applies himself and his charm, "But that's all in the
past right?"

"I guess."

Then Nick did stuff to Gef which made peace between the two!

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"Huh?" Dario said outloud, lifting his head from the side position as his
head sunk into the pillow. Returning to whom he held onto, he spied his
brother directly in front of him, within breathing room, his nostrils
breezy enough to stir the locks of Terron's hair. Before uncoupling his
hands he sweetly kissed his brother on the shoulder. Getting out of bed he
smiled, seeing his brother sound asleep, but his thoughts on last night, of
it all starting out with Terron in the middle, both he and Jay Velez
applied themselves to pleasuring his brother. How it ended up this morning,
all Dario knew is hugging his brother from the back felt nice and peaceful,
loving, not at all in an erotic sense. Part of the joy he felt was knowing
Jay was part of the threeway lovefest.

"Sorry to leave you guys but I've got to go get a pipe for the sink."

Dario smiled as he stood there in the buff. "Mr. Fixit are we this
morning?"

"Do I look sexy enough for you?" Jay asks, his wife-beater half undone over
his chest, baring his hairy pecs.

"Makes me jealous," he says as he cozy's up to Jay.

"Of?"

Then with a hand going to his pubes, Dario suggests, "How about fixing my
pipe?"

"Sure!" Jay says, adjusting the huge wrench in his hands.

Dario withdraws the invitation.

Hearing a big yawn, Dario and Jay look to the bed. Sitting up, Terron's
head drops back, his arms up to the heavens, flashing his hairy, dark blond
pits, stretching out.

"Sleep good, Terron?" Jay asks.

"Couldn't be better. Hey! I liked last night. Can we do another orgy
tonight?"

Dario accused Jay, "See what you started?"

"I didn't hear you complaining!" Jay told him.

"How could I with your shaft drilling into my throat?"

Terron then dived into the conversation, "Jay?"

"Huh?"

"Did you really like the way I fucked you or were you just saying that?"

Dario knew from experience, so answered for Jay, "Oh he was for real,
bro. Didn't I always tell you after you fucked `me' how lucky you were to
be gifted below the belt?"

"I guess," Terron replied. "Say, what's for breakfast?"

"Think you can manage on your own while your bro and I go pick up some
plumbing supplies?"

"Leave me here all alone? Aren't you scared I'm gonna take something Jay?"

It tickled Jay to hear it. He replied, "Just don't run off with the
horses!"

Dario didn't think it so far-fetched, engraving it in Terron's mind, "Don't
you go thinking about riding any horses while we're gone. Hear me bro?"

"I won't," Terron replies.

Jay leaves to get the truck out.

With haste, Dario slips on some briefs, pants, pulls the denim legs up to
fit socks halfway up his legs. He didn't realize he was being watched until
he sat back to tie some neat bows on his sneakers. "What?" he asks his bro.

"Dare?"

"What?"

"Do you think Jay is really in love with us?"

"Maybe. Why? Does it bother you?"

For a few minutes Terron has been playing with his cock, swiping his hand
over it, side to side. "No, but I don't know what it is, but not so sure I
like this orgy thing."

"I thought you liked it? Didn't you just say a few minutes ago to Jay you
wanted to have another one?"

"Yeah. I said it, but now I'm not so sure I want to do it again."

"What changed your mind bro?"

"Don't get me wrong, Dare. It was cool getting sucked by you and Jay at the
same time, cool fucking you and then pulling out to fuck Jay, but...."

"But what now? C'mon. It's me. Your brother here. I know when something
isn't right with you, Terron."

"I think I want to have a guy of my own. Do you think Jay will mind much if
he can't have both of us?"

Smiling, Dario reassured him, if he wanted to go `solo', teaming up with a
guy of his own choosing, he as well as Jay would be very happy for
him. "Got anyone in mind? Some guy from church?"

"No. Just wondering in case the time comes."

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"Ah, hump day!" Erik thought to himself as he traveled down the road
towards his business. Suddenly, his thoughts of the old adage, `hump day'
being in the middle of the week with half of the work week down and half to
go, melted as he transformed it's meaning into something sexual. At a long
fourway light where his car was parked against the red signal, he let his
imagination wander, picturing the man of his dreams on all fours, his rump
up in the air, himself loading his cock into his mystery man's vulnerable
ass. His cock `feeling' the heat, ran cold when a motorist beeped their
horn. Flung back into reality, Erik continued on his journey. Entering the
parking lot of Erik-Gef Industries, parking wasn't tough to find, a spot
designated for him, `CEO' written on the sign to front of the hood as he
put it in park. Sitting back for a moment he adjusted the side mirror. Like
every morning his timing was perfect to view all the eye
 candy trekking from vehicle to building. Suddenly his vision was impaired
by the front seam of a pair of pants. He opened his door.

"Sorry about disturbing you Mr. Oulfsen." It was Chad Dennet.

Erik eyed him from top to bottom. He wasn't in usual business attire.

"I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but Evan is sick. I couldn't find
anyone to take him to the doctors, and to make matters worse I can't find a
sitter. I need to take the day off."

"Chad," Erik patted his shoulder, "you know if I were in your shoes I would
feel the same. Now don't you worry about things. You go on home and..."

But Chad cut him off, "I have Evan in the car."

"Oh then you better go!"

"Thanks!" Chad replies as he hustles off to his car. "I owe you one!"

Still in a horny mood, he knew just what Chad could do to repay him! But as
he grabbed his attache and walked towards the main lobby he already
dismissed the fantasy running through his mind. Part of turning of his
fantasy-moment with Chad's returned favor, had to do with two hot `suits'
who didn't realize Erik was behind them, him taking in the way their suit
jackets contorted with the movement of their asses. Only when they got to
the lobby door did they realize it, one holding the door open for Erik, the
other greeting him with a `good morning Mr. Olufsen'. Little did either
know Erik was eavesdropping on their conversation, knowing their weekend
business, all about the two meeting at the dance club on Saturday evening,
one luring the other to his pad, then the ensuing `fun'. Fortunately, Cort
Timeson became the vehicle in which to lift the burden of erotic thought
from his mind.

"Good morning Erik," he greeted Erik with a handshake.

"Morning Cort," Erik returned cordially.

"We had a slight problem this morning, which could have resulted in
upsetting the gym crowd, but I've managed to deal with it."

"Oh?" he questions his Human Resources aid. "And?"

Taking another gulp of air, Cort renders. "I'm afraid Tony has run into a
bout with bad luck."

"Oh my!" Erik replies, his facial expression taking on worry. "What
happened?"

"Seems he picked up this young fellow at the arcade and..." he stopped,
wondering how well Erik knew the company gym trainer, "well it seems the
guy turned out go be a high school senior, curious y'know about his gay
sexuality?"

"I think we've all been there?"

"Well this happened right after his eighteenth birthday and it seems the
young teen went home, confessed to his family he was gay..."

Erik jumps the gun, "And let guess, they didn't take it very well?"

"Oh you're right on the money there Erik, but the kids father then wanted a
private chat with his son, took him down to the basement and instead of
words belted the kid around."

"The bastard!" was Erik's opinion of the father. "He didn't," he said it
like meaning death.

"No. He's alright. A bit battered and bruised, but he's fine."

Rushing it on, Erik asks, "So where does Tony fit into all this?"

"Seems when the father was working the kid over, the teen confessed, or
maybe in boastful pride, told his father he had already had his first
homosexual experience, boldly told his father he met this college guy at
the arcades. Then I suppose the father beat it out of the teen to name
names."

"You mentioned family. What about the mother? Didn't she try to intervene?"
Erik asks.

"Oh when I mentioned family I meant only his father. Seems the kid is from
a broken home. There's only him and his dad."

"A real shame," Erik replied, thinking of him and his two sons, how
neglected Jase and Zack must've felt when their mother sent them to their
room and the fateful day he came home from work, finding them in the stages
of being abused. He felt for the high school boy Cort mentions. "Okay. So
what about Tony?"

"They didn't live far from the arcades. The father, a big muscled guy
himself, construction worker build, took off on a mission to hunt down
Tony. To make a long story short, Tony was still at the arcade and as it
turns out the teen's father found him behind one of the arcades, his cock
stuck up another guy's ass. Totally surprised, Tony didn't have a chance as
the father put him in a choke hold..."

"And the other guy.. the one getting fucked?"

"Ran away. After all the father was only there for revenge on Tony. Though
I'm sure if he could handle two, the other one would have suffered as
well."

Not getting the whole gist of the story, Erik had a picture in his mind
Tony wasn't out of the thick of this yet.

"Seems the father had been a semi-professional wrestler. He had Tony by the
throat long enough for him to pass out. Then, whether he carried or dragged
Tony to his truck, put him inside the cab or the back, drove him to his
home, took him down the basement and then gave him a real good going over."

"Fuck!" Erik responded, then looked around to see if anybody heard
him. Fortunately it was time for workers to be at their stations, so the
lobby was almost desserted. "So he beat Tony..."

"As a lesson to his kid, he told his son. The kid watched as he pummeled
Tony's abs, let him fall to the floor, picked him up and worked him over so
more, shouting gay slurs, like `I'm gonna beat the gay-shit outta you' and
well if it wasn't for his son, the father might have been accused of first
degree manslaughter."

So, the conversation wound down where Cort told of the son getting up
enough guts to pick up a plank of wood and slamming it against the side of
his father's bod, the father getting up and going after his kid, "He hit
him where it `really' hurt and while his father was on the floor holding
his jewels, the teen made escape."

"With Tony?"

"No unfortunately. Tony was too heavy for him to lift, but it wouldn't have
mattered. Two or three minutes after dialing 911 the cops were there."

"What a sad situation," Erik called it. "So what hospital is Tony in?"

"General. Downtown. He's pretty bad. Has more than a few broken ribs," Cort
sadly lay out the injuries as he knew it.

Cort wondered what was on Erik's mind when he went over to the main
receptionist in the lobby, muttered some words and returned. But got wise
when Erik put his hand against his back, turning him towards the exit,
"We're taking a trip downtown?"

In response, Erik said, "I had the board meeting cancelled and all my
appointments on hold for the morning."

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"Jay's gonna kill me!" Terron said, looking down at the kitchen floor, the
broken plate in a few pieces. Then he thought out loud, "Maybe he won't
miss one!" Cheerfully he cleaned it up, put it in the wastepail, covering
it over with some scraps of food and by-product waste from packagings. He
then figured he had done enough kitchen-cleanup after breakfast, deciding
he had done enough damage for the day!

"Now what?" Terron talked to himself, something he often did when
alone. His own voice provided company for himself.

Perusing the livingroom, something he hadn't a chance to do since most of
his time there had been spent ultimately either on the sofa with Jay, where
it migrated to in front of the fireplace. Then when his brother showed up
and he was asleep and when he woke up, the two entwined, he felt the urge
to join in. In his mind Terron played over and over the scene like a CD on
constant repeat. About the third time through, a picture in his mind of the
three on the floor, Jay licking and sucking him, his brother sucking him,
both sucking him together, him fucking Jay as his brother sucked and licked
Jay... "Wow!" he said out loud, when he came to a part of the threeway
sexual tryst, "Dario sucked down Jay's cum!" He giggled to himself,
thinking it funny that he was so involved in his nine inches wrestling with
Jay's ass, so tied up in his own sexual pleasure, he hadn't taken notice of
Jay spending his load down his brother's throat! "I gotta
 pay more attention!" Again he found this amusing.

Then, to shake his mind loose from the `orgy', Terron heard the phone
ring. "Should I?" he said after the second ring. He looked down at the
phone almost hoping it would stop ringing. Then as he heard Dario say a
million times, he said it, "What the fuck!" He picked up the receiver,
"Hello, this is Terron!" his voice rang up clear and crisp. "Sean? I don't
know any Sean," Terron shrugged his shoulders as if the guy on the other
end were face to face in conversation. "Oh. You're Sean. Okay. I guess I
must've missed that." Then, like a long lost relative, "So, what's up
Sean?" Then he realised he wasn't at home. He was at Jay's home. "Do you
want to talk to Jay? I'm a visitor here."

So, Sean asks Terron to put Jay on.

"Jays not here. He went out shopping with my brother. Well actually my
brother went with him because Jay owns the horse ranch and my brother Dare
and me are staying here...."

Poor Sean couldn't get a word in edgewise and if only Terron could
visualize through telepathy, he would have seen Sean smiling, taking in the
cute way Terron was carrying on.

"And he has all these horses. You know what?"

"What?" Sean asks, even though the other telemarketers around him are
buzzing with chatting up perspective patrons.

Explaining in an excited manner, Terron says, "I learned how to pitch hay
with a real pitchfork, only at first I threw the pitchfork away."

Light-hearted, Sean jokes, "I hope somebody wasn't standing in front of
you!"

"Oh no. I made sure of it. My brother wasn't anywhere around, but Jay, he
taught me how to do it then. He came up behind me, told me how to hold the
pitchfork, put his hands on my hands and then helped me pitch hay. I did
good, but..." Terron caught himself from almost making a big blunder,
revealing something about himself, about his being gay.

Little did Terron know, Sean was already thinking what Terron was keeping
from saying. Good thing, in order to cut down on noisy stations at
International Marketing, small cubes kept out conflicting chat with phoned
consumers. Good for Sean since his free hand was in his lap. Getting a bit
horny he asks, "But what Jay?"

"I'm not Jay. I'm Terron!"

"Oh right. Sorry. What were you going to say about Jay coming up behind
you?"

Terron was in a quandary. Dare said it was a good thing to lie, only if you
were going to hurt somebody's feelings or if you didn't want to go
someplace with somebody and didn't want to tell the truth because it would
make them feel sad. Then again, Dare also said it was a good thing to
explain a situation and with the facts, the other person would understand
and be alright with what is said. He chose the latter, telling the whole
truth and nothing but the truth, "Well you see Sean, and I hope you're not
going to hang up..."

"Oh no. I wouldn't do that to you Terron!"

"Really?" Terron's emotional status jumped a hundred percent to the good.

"Of course not," Sean said. "I'm here to give you expert customer
service. It's my job to listen to people," even though they had strayed way
off course of Sean's original business in calling the Velez
household. "So. As you were saying Terron?"

"Oh yeah. I hope you're not going to hang up when I tell you I'm gay?"
Terron listened for the phone to click, go dead.

It was very much alive, Sean reporting back, "I'm still here!" And more
than excited, Sean had leaned his head to the left, positioning it in a
locked position, clasped between head and shoulder, freeing up his other
hand to unzip his dress slacks, completely hidden under the hollowed out
box of his fake-mahogany desk. Already, when he unzippered, unbuckled,
unfastened the clasp on the cheap Calvin Klein slacks he got off the
clearance rack at the Macy's 60% off sale, his cock already consumed most
of the room of his Full Titanium branded briefs. "And if it makes matters
any easier Terron, I'm gay too!"

"Cool!" Terron exhibited excitement in finding out they had a mutual
connection.

Little did he know of Sean feeling the same, but in a different sense!

Then it dawned on Terron, "Oh, so why did you call?"

Sean was a bit confused. He had his cock out of his pants, his Full
Titanium briefs anchored under his balls and already gently stroking and
then his hand stopped dead. "Why I called?"

"Yeah. You called to talk to Jay but he's not here?"

He wasn't into phone sex, but right now the twenty-three year old's
hormones were in full swing. And, being they both were gay he figured
Terron would understand, "Hey Terron?"

"What?" Terron asked back, with curiosity.

"Are you into phone sex?"

"I've never done it." Terron thinks about using a phone for sex could be
something kinky he didn't know about. He's heard about dildos, but didn't
know anything about using a phone. Then to hide his ignorance, he draws
reference to, "but Jay, my brother and me had an orgy last night and I
never done that before and liked it!"

Oh boy did that start giving Sean's pubic region palpitations! "Orgy? Like
what?" This was better than the pitchfork incident, he thought!

"Nothing much. Well yeah I guess it was a lot since it was my first
orgy. But Jay, he said he had orgies before. I don't know if Dare ever did
an orgy because he didn't say."

Stroking, Sean wanted more than casual information. "So you had a good
time?" he provoked Terron into telling.

"Oh yeah. You shoulda been there!"

Sean wishes he were!

Then like a play by play call of facts, as if a reporter were there taking
notes, Terron unravels the mental notes, "First Jay started licking
me... hey Sean? Did you ever have somebody suck your nips?"

This was way too good to be true! Sean thought, `What did I stumble on?' It
was making Sean's day and he was too way horned up to concentrate on
anything else except Terron's orgy-story and the stroking of his cock,
hoping he would last til the end. "Yeah, I've had it done."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah. A lot. So, what else did Jay do?"

It's all Terron needed to open up the floodgates. "Oh so he licks my whole
chest and then... I thought it would hurt, but I think it got mixed up with
the pleasure I was feeling and seeing, Jay squeezed my nips with his lips."

Sean caught Terron saying `seeing', delved in, "What were you looking at?"

"Oh! While Jay was licking and sucking me all over, Dare was doing the same
to him. Only, Jay was face down licking and sucking me so my brother was at
his back. I think he was putting his tongue in Jay's ass. Doesn't that
sound gross? I would never do it!"

"Me neither," Sean replied even though he knew he would go crazy having a
guy tongue-fuck his ass! From his statement Sean also was under the
impression, "Oh, so you're a top?"

"Yup. I wasn't sure until everything kind of fell into place."

Then, for the next five minutes, `poor Sean' had to `endure' the short
story of how Terron and his brother had gay sex together in their teens,
Dare showing Terron what two gay men do together. Then Sean looked at the
clock and saw it was ten minutes to break time for the office staff and
asks, "So how did your orgy end up?"

"Really cool! It was the first time I fucked a guy and it wasn't Dare."

"You fucked your own brother?" Sean stroked harder knowing Terron fucked
Jay, but at one time must've fucked his own brother, a facet of the
sex-story Terron just told. Sean's hand was lubed up as it covered more
surface area of his long stalk.

"Sure!" Terron said like it was nothing. "He told me that's what top guys
do!"

Then Sean reiterated, "So you're a top?" One little piece of background
information here, Sean already knew some facts about the Velez residence,
located in Gold Creek, same town he planned on attending the local
community college after he worked to save up enough money. It didn't hurt
to know some of the locals before he arrived there!

"That's what Jay and Dare tell me now. Can you imagine that Sean? They said
I'm real lucky to have two bottoms to service me. But they didn't have to
tell me. I knew it already!"

"I bet," Sean replies, glancing up at the clock. He realizes he's not going
to have enough time to jerk off and wipe up the mess off the floor under
his desk. For sure he didn't want anybody picking up his scent! "Hey
Terron?"

"Yeah?"

"You're in Gold Creek, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I have it here on the records."

"Oh. What were you calling about?"

At this point Sean would forgo any commission. "I'm probably selling
something you don't need."

"You know what Sean?"

"What?"

"You would make a terrible salesman!"

"I am a salesman!"

"Oh! So what were you going to sell Jay?"

"It's not important now." Then to cut off the subject and jump onto
another, "Say, I'll be in your area later today," even though Sean would
need to travel fifty miles he hadn't intended on doing, "and would you mind
if I stopped by?"

"Your company makes house calls? I don't know if Jay would like that."

"Well," Sean had in his mind not to give up. After all, this guy, Terron,
sounded so cute, "how about I show up and if you don't like what I look
like then you can slam the door in my face!"

"Oh no!" Terron took it literally. "That would be rude. Dare says it's
better to tell somebody the truth..." after a short pause..." then if they
don't get it, slam the door in their face!"

Sean laughed his ass off. This Terron guy was a real jokester! "What
happens if he has his foot in the door?"

"Oh," Terron makes his response personal, "I wouldn't close the door on
your foot. You sound like a nice guy, Sean, and I'm nice to guys who are
nice to me."

The soft side of Terron was getting to Sean. Even though his intentions
were to meet local people, maybe hold up in a room in their house for a few
days before college started, before he had to move into the dorm, his true
reasoning began a meltdown. Even though he perceived Terron as a hot top,
same position he himself relished, Sean had the urge to meet Terron face to
face. Then a secondary thought gave him a rush. "Say, this brother or
yours? He have something going with this Jay fellow?"

Terron remained silent, thinking. When he woke up, Jay and Dare were going
at it. Then, they both went off to the store. He rationalized if it were
Jay and him, how come Jay didn't ask him to go to the store and tell Dare
to stay home? Then again he wasn't sure because Dare said when a guy cares
for you and has sex, he likes you. He left it open-ended, "I don't know."
But he did share, "Jay sucked and licked me last night and I fucked
him. Dare says when a guy fucks a guy he claims his ass. Since I fucked Jay
last night I suppose I claimed his ass and so I guess me and Jay are more
boyfriends than Jay and Dare."

Sean wasn't sure he got it, but overall thought Terron's brother wasn't a
strong link in the chain of the threesome. "Say, how old is this brother of
yours?"

"Same age as me!" Terron says.

There was a pause. All this time Sean was wondering if Terron was missing
something `upstairs'. This kind of finalized it. But he was nice, and
genuine, asking kindly, "Terron, how old are you?"

"Same age as Dare!"

Sean asks himself, `Is this guy for real?' But he took it more as
humor. "Okay, so how old are you and your brother?"

"Twenty-five."

Two minutes and counting, the office where Sean was employed would be
filled with feet dashing to the cafeteria, so he cut it short, "Alright if
I stop by around six tonight?"

"I don't know. Jay might not like it." But then again, Terron was kind of
anxious to make aquaintance with his new phone friend. "Sure! Come on
over. If we don't like you we'll slam the door in your face!"

%

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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