Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 16:04:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 19

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 19
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"So, if you two are interested?" Erik throws Patrick's and Joaquin's way,
the offer of a job at Erik-Gef Industries.

"Oh we're interested," Patrick spoke up as did the frame of his bod,
leaning into the doorframe. "At least I am."

Right away Joaquin adds his vote of confidence, "Me too."

"I thought you would be interested."

Patrick, excited and all voiced opinion, "Are you kidding? Eight bucks an
hour for delivering mail?"

"Plus medical?" Joaquin joined in the review of the job Erik just offered
at Erik-Gef Industries.

"And wow! A chance to go to college?"

"And we don't have to pay a cent?" Joaquin joined in Patrick's joyful
moment.

"I`m glad you`re interested," Erik replies with glee, happy to see Joaquin
and Patrick excited over his offer. Throwing in a bit of humor, making
jest, "But maybe you should think it through twice Patrick? After all,
what's the arcades going to do without 'Fool The Guesser'?"

Both teens giggle, Patrick picking up the slack, "Forget the arcades. I
hated working there anyway..." but he amends his view, "except for when
little kids tried tricking me!"

And as he mentions 'little kids', Zack and Jase come prancing down the
stairs.

"I thought you two were sound asleep?" their dads ask.

The two little bare-chested boys approach the kitchen table. Zack
represents the two, "We're just checking to make sure our guardian letters
are signed."

"I have them right here," Erik turns the two instrument forms around to
face them.

"School trip?" Patrick asks.

"No," Erik replies, "seems like the Olufsen household is ready to be
livened up with some music ringing throughout the hallways."

Then a conversation filled the kitchen table enclave, Patrick and Joaquin
doing most of the conversing while Erik gathered a couple of glasses of
milk and napkins of chocolate chip cookies, one a piece.

"Thanks dad!" The two chipperly responded.

"You're welcome," Their dad said. He smiled.

They smiled back.

Erik was already beginning to build some new memories since the death of
his wife. Matter of fact, all thoughts pertaining to her had seemed to
vanish from his mind and he only dwelt on the here and now. If their
musical careers took off, he would treasure this moment of when Jase and
Zack got their start. If not, it still would be a fond memory. After the
conversation died down, cookies disappeared and milk glasses emptied, Erik
ordered the boys upstairs.

The boys requested something they hadn't touched base on for awhile, "Dad,
could you read us a story?"

Thinking ten-thirty p.m. kind of late for an eight and nine-year-old to be
up, it being a school night. Dismissing the idea, he said 'yes' instead,
adding it to the memory bank. When he got to the top of the stairs Erik
stepped back down three, bent down and yelled to Patrick and Joaquin, "Work
starts at nine in the morning. Meet Mr. Timeson there at nine thirty. I'll
tell him to expect you."

"You got it," Patrick answered for both.

Joaquin thanked him, Patrick adding the same.

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Right after Jay planted a sweet kiss on Terron's lips, after bowling him
over on the sofa, he expected something along the lines of a returned
gesture.

"Jay, are you sure we should wait until tomorrow to call Sean?"

It's the second time Terron broke off the trail of affection, so Jay
thought if he expected to get beyond first base he better do something
about it. "Would it make you feel better if I called him now?"

It was an understatement, Terron's attitude picking up, "Yeah-yeah-yeah,"
he said in rapid succession.

So it went, Terron staring Jay down as he dialed the number, greeted Sean,
fired some questions over the phone and then listened.

"What'd he say?" Terron interrogated his lover right after hanging up the
landline phone.

"Well!" Jay started out, ready to give Terron an earful. "Seems what
happened is `not' quite the way your brother explained it to us."

"How's that go?" Terron asks, his face showing a great interest in getting
to the bottom of all this.

"The way `it goes`..." Jay began picking his words, "the truth being, your
dear brother is the one who broke off whatever they had started."

"Huh? Dario? But he said Sean was like setting him up and..."

"Look," Jay tried a roundabout way of explanation. At the time, the two
lay, Jay his back to the sofa, Terron's back lying on his front, Jay's arms
around Terron's front, strumming the hairy and smooth parts of Terron's
bod, "how much do you think Dario loves you?"

"Loves me? He's like always been there for me. He's always said he will be
there for me. I think I said the same to him." And after a short moment of
thought, "Yeah, I think Dare really likes me a lot."

"Not just `like', Terron. Dare adores you, loves you, maybe even more than
`I' love you."

"Really?" And then it occurs to Terron, "But Dare can't love me more than
you love me. Him and me are brothers. You and me are lovers."

"But that's the thing, Terron." Trying to phrase his words correctly, he
could only think of one way of saying it, "Terron, Dare loves you as much
as if he were your lover too."

"But he can't be my lover and brother too?"

"Technically, it would be wrong, but today there's a lot of tradition
thrown out the window. But that's not the entire case here. I think Dare's
cared for you, grew deeply in love with you because there was no other
person to take care of you. I'm no shrink but I can firmly say the reason
Sean wasn't here when we got home is because Dare didn't want him here,
didn't say all the right things to make him feel comfortable and in
essence, drove him away."

"I'm still confused."

"It's not one of the things in life which is easy to understand."

Then, bellowing out loud and boisterous they hear, "Everyday seven takes of
the same old scene," Dario twirls his shirt on his finger, "Seems we're
bound by the laws... the same routine....oops!" He stops a sec to see his
shirt fly off his fingertip and zip off in some direction. Shrugging his
shoulders he continues to the sofa, parking his ass down next to
Terron. Obviously drunk, he places his arm around his brother and sings to
him as if a committed lover, "I hate this part right here," he strums his
fingers down his brother's hairy chest, following the trail to his navel,
"I hate this part right he-e-e-ere... I just can't take your tears..."

Intently, Terron throws Dario's arm off from around his neck, presses his
bod up from the sofa and resituates himself closer to Jay. And in an oath
of allegiance, or lack thereof, "Dare, you can't be in love with me!"

Still in a high strung, jubilant mode, Dario replies, "Of course I love you
bro!"

To keep Dario from literally embracing him, Terron put his hand out like a
stop sign and stopped his bro from approach.

"Huh?" Dario said, looking down at his barechest, at the hand pressed into
the light hair covering. Then backing off he asks, "What's this about bro?"
And when Terron didn't answer in a second, "Jay?"

"This is between you two," Jay replies. "Um, I think I'll catch a shower
before beddie-bye!" He kissed Terron on the side of the face before
departing. "Don't take long, hon," he left Terron with.

But right now, except for their earlier conversation, only one thing was on
Terron's mind. "Why did you make Sean go away?"

"Why did I? Sean? What tha? How did you know what Sean...."

Terron answered with a vengeance, "Jay said you `made' Sean go away!"

It seems the reality of the situation made Dario sober up real
quick. "Wait! How would Jay know anything of about Sean and me?"

"Because," and rather leave Jay with the whole responsibility, "we called
Sean tonight and he said it wasn't `his' fault. He said, you said you
couldn't start anything because you had to take care of me." And entwining
the previous conversation with his lover, his own material, "You can't love
me like Jay loves me. You're my brother.... Not my lover. I got somebody
else to take care of me now, so you can go find somebody to love for
yourself."

It was blunt and to the point, not that Terron meant it in a derogatory
way. On the contrary he deeply loved his bro and didn't mean to make it
sound like anything which hurt him. And normally Dario would not take it as
such, but being he had a few too many to drink tonight, instead of thinking
it `cute' and smiling, he fell back into the sofa. Instead of human flesh
to hold he hugged a sofa pillow, burying his face up to his nose in it. His
only comment was along the lines of an insult, "Well!"

After several seconds Terron felt calm now that he `got it out'. Slowly,
his rigid exterior began to crumble. His sloping shoulders gave way to his
stomach crunching into little lines, hiding his bellyhole, the ripples of
his thin tummy-trail gathering in folds. His eyebrows turned sharply as he
sensed something he couldn't recall hearing from his brother, in modern
times, a few sniffles. Crawling cautiously along the sofa he pulled the
pillow away. "Dare? Are you.... like okay?"

When he looked up, that face would make anyone feel depressed. "I... I
don't know."

As if by osmosis, one feeling what the other one felt, the tears dripping
down his twin brother's cheeks became a mirrored image, Terron feeling his
brother's pain. And taking the initiative, something Terron didn't do much
with his brother on his own initiative, he embraced Dario, their chests
slapping together in a bear hug.

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After tucking Jase in, Erik quietly drew the covers up over Zack. Leaving
the two sleeping lads, he closed the door to their room, leaving it inches
ajar. Turning, he listened for any sounds coming from downstairs. With none
he headed to his own room. After another uneventful undressing, Erik
brushed teeth and headed for bed. "Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed, his bod sinking
into the mattress, his head cradled in the pillow. Reaching for his nightly
reading of Bill O'Reilly's book, he set it on his chest. He smiled when the
corner of the book poked him in the left nip, readjusting it. "Hmm, felt
good!" He joked to himself out loud, giggling. That one little jab made him
forget about reading. Instead he closed it up and lay it on the night
table. As he went for the light, the phone rang. "Who would be calling at
this hour of the..." but he picked up before rounding out his thought,
"Hello? Jalan? Oh no, you're not calling too late."

As it went, the two got it over with, easy chat over how each was feeling
when Jalan mentions, "Actually I'm feeling kind of horny!"

Erik wasn't exactly, but the mention of it, coupled with his free hand
sliding down his bod, made him so! "Oh really? And what brought this on?"

"Could be," he formed his words with care, "the thoughts of how good a time
we had when you came for a visit the other day?"

"Am I detecting maybe you miss me?"  Erik played along.

"In more ways than you know!"

Erik couldn't believe the way Jalan was coming on to him, but he liked it!
Then a wild thought, of how he'd really like having a warm mouth taking
care of what his hand was holding right now, stoked him into asking, "Well
if Aunt Rose is watching the boys, maybe you would be interesting in coming
over for a midnight snack?"

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"I'll call you back!" Hanging up the phone and hustling out of bed he
couldn't believe that at eleven fifty-eight in the evening somebody was
ringing the doorbell. Slipping his arms into his bathrobe he tied the belt
into a light knot, just enough to keep the robe from slipping open showing
his all. "Dammit!" he said to himself, thinking of having to hang up on a
hot ticket right in the middle of seemingly finalizing an agreement. But
was he surprised when he opened the door. "Jalan? But I just.... On the
phone?"

"I was already in my car." He points his thumb over his shoulder, "Right
outside your gate."

Erik was too stunned to reply or couldn't think of a reaction.

"I see you are all ready for me?"

Still in la-la-land, Erik at least thought enough to invite Jalan in.

Jalan's actions started telling more than words could ever, as his hands
went right to the knot of the bathrobe. His lips were on Erik's shoulders
as Jalan's hands began to disrobe him. It didn't seem fair, Erik feeling up
clothing while Jalan's hands massaged his skin.

"I think it would be more appropriate if we carried this further in a more
suitable environment?"

Bending over to grab his bathrobe off of the floor, he couldn't see Jalan
licking his lips with uncontrolled desire to tongue-massage the
blond-covered ass!

"Nice place," Jalan said on the way to the staircase, but really he was
thinking, `nice ass'!

Thanks. Someday I'll give you the royal tour.

However right now, the only tour of Jalan's interest was the space between
Erik's sheets.

Closing the door, Erik turned around to find Jalan fully unbuttoned down to
his belt buckle. "You move fast!"

"Not fast enough."

Erik laughed, feeling up Jalan's crotch, "I'd say not!" Instead of messing
around, his arms went right inside Jalan's shirt, forcibly pushing his
shirt back over his shoulders, revealing the dark-haired pecs, the trail
cutting his abs in half.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jalan bellowed out when Erik went for his right nip,
finger and thumb teasing the left one.

Taking five - five seconds - Erik says, "One of your hot spots I take it?"

Right now neither was in control, Jalan's hand on the top of Erik's head,
pushing down towards his right, red pec. "More please?"

Erik's answer was cupping his lips tightly, squeezing Jalan's nip
mercilessly in the fold. And to find out exactly how much Jalan was
enjoying it, Erik's free hand, the one not tweaking the left nip, reached
downwards. He put Jalan in second heaven, taking both cocks, which by now
resembled hard wood, together and gently stroked.

To Erik's surprise, Jalan stopped him.

Looking up Erik wondered why, at least his face painted a portrait of
wanting to know.

"Not too much. I don't think I can last long, Erik."

So opting out of the nip-tasting and nip-tugging, coupled with the double
hand job, Erik went for the belt, unbuckling as he kissed
Jalan. Fortunately, being a man he knew how it went, since Jalan's hands
had woven in between his arms and bod, hugging him. Hands fiddled around,
slowly unbuttoning the fastened pants, zipped slowly depressed. Erik didn't
have to do much, the pants falling right down. But instead of pulling down
the briefs, he reached right in and helped himself.

A declared `top', Erik lost charge of the situation, allowing Jalan to turn
him around as if dancing. He stopped short of Erik's butt falling to the
bed.

Feeling the side of the bed on the back of his legs there was no place else
to go but `down'. And, even though he had already felt up Jalan's package,
Erik felt saliva kicking up in his mouth as he watched Jalan slowly lift
his briefs from his hips.

Pulling them down to the sides, Jalan put an evil grin on his face when the
front of his briefs got stuck on the `hook'.

"Looks like you're needing some help there?" When Erik pulled the front of
Jalan's briefs down, his 9.5c popped up, the head hitting him in nearly
dead-center in the navel, bouncing back down. "Spring-loaded?"  And then
joking, he pulled Jalan's cock down again, watching it bounce up. "Bouncy,
bouncy!"

"Why don't you do something else with it?"

"Um," Erik hesitated. In past relationships usually he lay down and let the
other guy handle the oral part.

Then, as if he was reading Erik's mind, Jalan says, "I know you are,"
meaning Erik a top. He went to work kicking his sneakers off, stepping on
one side of his jeans-laced briefs and removing them.

"C'mere!" Erik said, not giving Jalan the chance to breather as Erik
clasped Jalan's melons in his hands.

"Huh?" Jalan said with surprise, but hastily changed his tune when Erik
bent his bod down, taking the sword in his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he
sang out loud, feeling Erik's softness surround his shaft.

To Erik's surprise it tasted good! He only tasted cock once before, when he
and Gef were teens, trying out a 69 when the brothers determined both were
gay. "Not bad," he said, coming up for a breather.

"You are not a bad cocksucker!" Jalan complimented.

"Thanks." Then lying back on the bed, his hand grasped Jalan's wrist,
pulling him over on top of him. "Your turn!"

He was playing around before, maybe testing Erik, seeing if he was
rightfully a play partner who could do more than lie there in bed and allow
the other guy - himself - tongue worship him. And as their chests slapped
together, "I have a confession to make, Erik."

"Your madly in love with me?"

Erik was joking. It's something he didn't mean for either of them to take
seriously. It was the farthest thing from Jalan's thoughts. Yet since Erik
made mention, the two were stunned by the comment, taking it seriously to
say the least.

Looking deeply into each other's eyes, suddenly Jalan smiled.

It made Erik smile.

"You are serious, aren't you?"

"Um," and then not sure, "maybe."

The whole reason Jalan had been out stalking the Olufsen estate wasn't only
because he was horny. Never in his life had he ever done something weird
like stake out a man's home, called him from his car, which meant he
`wanted' Erik and in such a short time he could not wait another day, hour
or twenty minutes.

"Well?" Erik pressed him for his thoughts.

"Tonight I was very horny."

"So you've already communicated?"

"No."

"You're not horny."

"No, I was horny. Still am. What I mean to say is I was thinking of you at
home before I was horny."

"Oh."

"But them when I thought of you I got horny, but more than horny."

"Hornier?" Erik put it, smiling.

"No. Seriously I wasn't horny when I started to think about us."

"Then you got horny?"

Trying to find the correct way of putting it, Jalan couldn't find the words
nor the right way of arranging them, so he resulted in showing Erik. With
lip contact, Jalan went mad. So it seemed, as he caressed Erik, kissing him
on the lips, the neck and as Erik repositioned his head on the pillow,
Jalan held his wrists above his head as if in restraint.

"Oh yeaaaaaah!" Erik cried out when Jalan licked from just under his elbow,
down to his armpit. He was starting to get just as insane as Jalan, with
tongue venturing past the armpit and onto his right pec.

Communication resulted in Erik moaning and groaning, Jalan hesitating at
times, asking the silly question, "Feel good does it?"

And sarcastically, Erik would reply, "No!"

It only drove Jalan more wild, attacking Erik's chest.

"Oh fuck!" He yelled out when Jalan bit his left nip. Much to Erik's
surprise, instead of lashing out because of the pain, the feeling shot
right to his balls, causing his torso to take a leap.

"Yum!" Jalan called out before sliding down Erik's stomach. Doing more
stimulation, he targeted Erik's bellyhole, his tongue diving right in.

"Oh fuck!" Erik said uncontrollably. He moaned even louder, eliciting pangs
of pleasure and pain as his navel was being tongue-teased, Jalan's fingers
working their evil magic on his nips, tugging and mashing them.

If he could be inside Jalan's brain he would have been feeling his
thoughts, Jalan thinking of much he was getting Erik emotionally wound
up. Shortly, as his tongue rode down Erik's blond treasure trail, his hands
slipped down in unison. Then, diving in between Erik's legs, Jalan's arms
wove underneath, between sheet and thighs, using them as a catalyst to
further reek havoc on Erik's emotional high as his mouth engulfed his hard
shaft.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!" Erik shouted out again, this time with more
gumption, more feeling in the attack of words as he felt the tip of his
cock hit the back of Jalan's throat.

This went on for sometime, Jalan touching a lot of bases. In an hours time
he had thoroughly driven Erik insane with pleasure, tongue-sucking cock,
giving him a ball massage - each sac - tried getting both in at once and
realizing he couldn't, worked under Erik's balls, back over the orbs and
once again licked up the sides of Erik's 9.5c, toyed with his tongue on the
underside of the cockhead, stabbed the slit a few times before going down
on to his hairy pubes again.

"I'm.... not.... Going-to... last... long... Jalan!"

"No problem," he quickly returned, giving up his position, flopping down on
his back in the bed right next to Erik. "I've got you all lubed up!"

Erik turned to see the toothy smile on Jalan's face, but more inviting, the
split legs and hands holding them up in the air! "Now this is more like
it," he announces as he kneels, wiggling his way around so that his
enormous erection is facing towards Jalan's port-hole.

"Make it hurt!"

"What?" Erik didn't think he heard correctly.

"Really shove it in there. Take me!"

Erik's mentality was thinking somewhat along those lines. After all, Jalan
had orally led him around in circles with emotion, tonguing here, tonguing
there, sucking, feeling up his nips, toying with this and that and by now
he was soooooo horny, bent on only one thing; driving it home.

"Mmmm, tight!" he anxiously said as he put his fuck-tool up to Jalan's ass.

"Give it to me hard!" And when Jalan said this he seemed to rock back
further, allowing Erik total access.

"No problem!" Erik replies.

And he didn't disappoint, lining his cock up once again, making sure it was
totally lubed up, applying an additional amount of lube, his palm full of
saliva. To fulfill Jalan's wishes, plus satisfy his own lust his cock tip
rested right at the entrance, but instead of a gentle entry, he held his
cock in his hand, drew his torso back and all at once used his battering
ram, shoving it in till his balls slapped against Jalan's ass!


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