Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 09:19:39 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 05

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 05
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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The rest of the week whizzed by quickly with the three days remaining. Then
Saturday hit.

"Hey Nick! Come quick!" Zack alerted him out of a deep sleep at 5:15 in the
morning.

"What?" he exclaimed, jumping out of bed like the house was on fire.

Jase too said excitedly, "C'mon! We've got to get down to the kitchen!"

"If the house is on fire you two shouldn't be standing here talking to me,"
he said, pulling his knit boxer shorts on over his nakedness and grabbing a
tee shirt.

"It's not on fire!" Jase replied, the two reinforcing their urgency,
grabbing Nick's arms and pulling him out of his room.

Zack filled him in, "Dad's trying to cook breakfast!"

Whistling a no-name tune, the three found Erik cracking open eggs.

"What're you trying to do Erik? Burn the house down?" Nick yelled, rushing
to the stove and quenching the high flame.

Just then, the ceiling alarm went off, as the butter burned up a storm of
smoke.

"Oh. I guess I forgot about it," he laughed it off with a giggle.

"Shouldn't we call the fire department?" Zack concerns them with.

"No. I'll take care of this," Nick said, coming between Erik and the
counter.

The boys couldn't see nor hear, helping themselves to cereal as Erik smiled
and commented "Mmmmm," peering down at Nick's ass, the knit fabric formed
around them like oversized melons. He joked, poking himself against Nick.

Over his shoulder Nick threatened, "You try it and I'll have my cock up and
inside you faster than a cat up a tree!"

"Promises, promises," Erik reprised, walking away to chat with the kids.

Nick looked down in the bowl saying, "There's enough eggs in here for an
army!" He didn't mention enough shells for the navy as well!

"Oh didn't I mention it? Gef's coming over."

Nick busts Erik's chops, "No you didn't. Next time tell me please?"

Instead of responding to the subject at hand Erik finishes, "With his
latest boyfriend."

"So what do I care!"

"Dad are you and Nick having a fight?" Zack asks.

But Jase was more interested, "Uncle Gef? Have a boyfriend?"

It's apparent the kids, as well as Erik, knew of Gef's rather randy
lifestyle, a different guy in his life almost daily.

"I don't know," Erik responded first to Jase, then turns to Zack and says a
plain ole, "and noooo, we're not having a fight!"

Saved by the bell or rather the bell followed by Gef admitting himself, all
four kitchen inhabitants stopped what they were doing to check out who
stood beside Gef in the doorway.

"Hi guys," Gef said.

Pausing, Erik asks, "Well aren't you going to introduce us to your new,"
Erik thought `hot-muscled', "friend?"

Instead, the tall, dark, Italian stud reaches out his hand for Erik's and
introduces himself, "Tony Schiavi. Nice to meet you. Gef has told me so
much about you."

Erik smiled, Tony thinking it was more a greeting, but Erik was really
thinking if Gef mentioned he was a top and loved fucking Italian ass!

Snapping out of it, Zack and Jase finally did what they always did when
their uncle arrived, excitedly greeting him around the waist.

After Erik introducing Tony to Nick, the 5'11" hottie squats down. "So,
which one of you is Jase?"

"I'm Zack," Zack said. "Didn't Gef tell you about me?"

"Sure he did," Tony replies, talking on their level. "You like swimming,
looking at stars, Tv and Spiderman."

Zack pulls on Gef's waistline, exclaiming, "You told him all that Uncle
Gef?"

"Yup," his uncle responds.

Seemed like a good cue for Erik to say, "Have you fellas eaten yet?"

"Remember brother dear? That's why I called last night, dah?"

As Nick served, Tony took one gaze from head to waist, summing Nick
up. "Yeah. Keep slopping those eggs on the plate." Then as if a dig, "Us
bodybuilders need our protein." Then he had to almost cut off the supply
saying, "Whoooa! Whoooa!" as Nick turned the bowl out, dumping the
remainder on Tony's plate.

Reserving some for Erik and himself, he returned to the frying pan,
delivering to the table nice crisp bacon. He shoveled about eight pieces
onto Tony's plate. On purpose he brushed his hand to the side of Tony's
face, placing the toast on his plate, three pieces. "Oops, sorry," Nick
apologized.

"Hey, you got some ketchup?"

Nick wanted to do more than place the crooked-neck bottle it on the table
but kept his cool. Sitting, he watched Erik and the kids as they watched
Tony inundate the whole works with ketchup.

"Looks like a happy face," Zack said in the beginning.

As the plate filled with red, Jase said, "Not anymore!"

Nick waited til Tony was chomping away to report, "Ketchup has high
fructose corn syrup in it."

"Is that so?" Tony replied, setting his fork down. "I'm surprised you know
a fact like that Mick."

"His name is Nick you pinhead!" Zack sets the record straight.

Then patronizing him, Tony says, "Oh I'm really sorry `bout that."

Nick replied, "That's okay Tommy."

Jase corrected Nick whom offered the same apology.

After the eating part of the morning was over Nick and Erik remained behind
while Gef, Tony and the boys retreated to the den to watch the latest
Spiderman DVD.

"Looks like you and Tony hit it off well," Erik said sarcastically.

It's the first time Erik has observed Nick edgy.

"Yeah. What is it with him? Or is it me?"

"Could be a little you," Erik comments with a slight smile as he gooses
Nick's stomach.

"Oh c'mon. I'm not fat!"

"Nah. Just cute and pudgy."

"Erik c'mon. If you're not going to say it, I am. The guy's an asshole!"

"Hmm. I `was' going to mention something much more worse and personal,"
Erik responded to Nick's accusation.

"Well I guess that's Gef's business. Frankly I don't see what he sees in
the jerk."

"I think Zack kind of nailed it down when he mentioned Tony being a
pinhead," Erik jested.

It finally was the straw which broke the camel's back, Nick smiling as he
looked at Erik. It took a kid's word to make Nick lighten up.

"Hey guys!" Zack was the first to appear. "Uncle Gef and Tony and us are
going swimming! Wanna come?"

Before any decision was made, their father says, "With suits of course?"

Tony spoke right up, "Uh Erik, Gef thought maybe you had a swimsuit you
could lend me?"

A wicked idea came over Nick. "I think maybe you and I are the same size
Tony, though the front might be a little baggy on you."

"Get ready for the rumble," Erik said when the two headed upstairs.

Entering Nick's room, Tony offers as he tests the bed for springy-ness,
"Nice room you got here Nick."

Nick fumbled through his dresser even though he knew precisely which
drawer, left or right, the swimsuit he had in mind was kept. "Yeah I like
it," Nick replied as Tony helped himself to parking his ass on his
bed. "Doesn't squeak much when I move around in it."

Tony helped himself to rotating til he lay down. Then he sat up. Pulling
his tee shirt off over his head, Tony asks, "You don't mind if I change
here, do you?"

"Not at all," Nick replied. Tossing the swimsuit on the bed next to Tony,
Nick replies, "Hope you don't mind if I change here too."

They stole stares at each other as the shirts came off. Rising off the bed,
Tony walked over to Nick, his hands on his hips. "Y'know you could look a
lot better if you shaved that mess off your chest and stomach?"

"I happen to like the `mess' on my chest and stomach," Nicks responds, his
hand rubbing over his pec fur. "You shave yours?"

"Nah. I'm naturally smooth. As smooth as a baby and abs as tight as a
football skin."

Nick hesitated really, because he couldn't muster up any snappy return
words.

Then to fill his ego more, Tony adds, "Yup," he does a bicep flex. "Unlike
some people," he stole a quick glance to Nick, "I work hard at keeping this
bod nice and firm."

"Yeah right."

"You don't believe me do you?"

Nick never thought it would come to this, but then again he wondered where
Tony was taking this. "What? That your six pack is a result of nine
thousand crunches or natural?"

"Um you missed a few. Eight pack?" Tony replied, counting each ripple
himself, the twenty-eight year old gloating over his achievement.

"Looks tight."

"Very," Tony reinforced the issue. "Go ahead. Try it?"

"Try what?" Nick asked, confused.

"Slug me in the gut. Show you what a muscled man's gut can take!"

Since Tony had arrived in the house he had been obnoxious. Nick wondered
what he did wrong, but throughout the morning breakfast he came to the
conclusion Tony liked you only if you were like himself. From knowing Gef
personally he knew him not to be a total workout guy, but he didn't have
some extra baggage like himself.

"I don't get you Tony."

Placing his hand behind his head, Tony moved his feet apart a bit. "Go
ahead. Take your best shot."

"You mean like... punch you?"

"Yeah. Right in the solar plexus. Give it all you've got."

"I don't think so," Nick replied.

"Eh come on. Don't be such a woosie!"

It didn't take Nick much to be convinced after Tony's crude
statement. Rubbing his left fist against his right palm, he questioned when
he put the fist up to Tony's abs, "Right here?"

Tony released one of his hands to push Nick's fist down. "A little above my
navel will do."

"As hard as I can?" Nick asked again, more a tactic to jack up Tony's
already inflated ego.

"Yeah. Really reach back and slam it into my abs. `Give you two
tries. First one for a warmup."

So, to appease Tony's ego and maybe his own a bit, Nick drew back his arm
and drove his fist home. It hardly phased Tony, him letting out a tiny
breath of air.

"Number two?" he irked Nick on.

It's then another wicked thought came over Nick. "Y'know Tony I don't think
it would be fair if you saw it coming?"

"Why not?"

Not an authority, but knowing something about the human anatomy, Nick
renders, "Not fair if you tense up those ab muscles when you see my fist
let loose?" He smiled.

Tony stood there flaunting his lightly haired armpits, tongue in
cheek. Running through his mind were thoughts of just what Nick was
challenging. But then again the smile returned to his face, betting Nick's
small hand wouldn't even phase him. "You're on."

Tony didn't see the wicked, toothy smile on Nick's face.

"You gonna do it or what?" Tony asked behind closed lids.

"More fun to surprise you Tony, eh?" Nick notices the sweat building
between Tony's pecs.

"Right," he replied now a little nervous because he expected the gutpunch
to come right away.

Still with the smile on his face, Nick tread lightly to the closet and
picked up the baseball bat, the one he and his brothers used and returned
to where Tony kept up his spread-eagle position.

"Anytime, Nick," Tony again badgered.

"It's coming," Nick said, forming a left-handed fist and putting it up to
Tony's stomach. "Ready?"

"I'm ready."

Spitting in his hands, Nick grinned as he got ready to hit a home run.


Downstairs Gef, the kids and Erik talked over this'n'that, the boys showing
Uncle Gef their gifts to Nick.

Suddenly they hear a loud thump from upstairs. "What the hell was that?"
Erik asks, running to the bottom of the stairs, fearful of foul play.

But instead Nick appears barechested, decked out in a speedo. Walking
downstairs he reports, "Tony will down in a minute. He's still getting
himself together."

Erik didn't know, but was sure there were hidden thoughts in Nick's mind as
he followed his face from the stairs to the sink. They locked eyes as Nick
downed a glass of water.

Gef and the boys didn't think anything of it, leaving by the back door, Gef
saying, "Tell Tony we'll meet him out by the pool."

"Would be a pleasure," Nick said casually.

"So mind telling me what happened upstairs?"

"Why don't you ask Tony?" Nick replied, nodding his head towards the
stairs.

"What's up Tony?" Erik inquired, mindful of Tony rubbing a perfectly round,
red spot above his navel with his hand. Mainly though he was admiring the
smooth body with the tight little treasure trail partially hidden by the
swimsuit.

"Nothin'. Nothin' at all," Tony replied, his attention on Nick and not
Erik.

Not knowing much about Tony, Nick stood with the table between Tony and
himself, ready to draw a steak knife out of the butcher block holder as
fast as Zorro in case things went bad.

Instead Tony opened the dialog with, "I admire a man who can handle
himself."

Nick wondered if this was a trick, Tony holding his hand out. He looked to
Erik for guidance. Erik nodded his head as if to say, `take it'. With
reluctance Nick stuck his hand out and moved it closer. They grasped each
other. Tony smiled, reeling Nick in. He was ready to fight off what he
thought feigned affection but instead he felt himself closed up in a web of
soft comfort.

Turning, Tony asks Erik, "Mind if I kiss the bride?"

"Groom," Nick stood adamant.

Erik answers, "We're not bound to each other. Let Nick answer for himself."

"Oh. I thought Gef said you two were...."

"Friends," Erik sets him straight.

Less than a minute into the `friendly' affection, Erik excused himself.


Outside the kids were having a riotous time with their uncle. They were
playing Marco Polo in the kid's pool, which didn't lend much room, neither
much of a challenge. Prior to going in, Zack had mentioned to his uncle
Nick was going to be their swimming instructor.

Instead of swimming, Gef inquired, "So, your dad and Nick um," he didn't
know exactly how to put this in kid's terms, "hitting it off?"

But the boys were no strangers to the term, familiar with it and a lot of
sayings, after the swim party.

"Nick and dad were in love but now they're not," Jase put it.

"Were in love?"

They knew they were sworn to secrecy, but this was their Uncle Gef they
were talking with and their dad's own brother, not a stranger to the
household.

Zack drove it home, "We seen Nick and dad in bed...."

Jase interrupted to put his two cents in, "Yeah and Nick was holding dad's
weenie!"

"You don't say?" Gef asks, getting very interested in the story.

"Yup," Jase replied.

"They were kissing and all?" Gef stirs the fire.

"Nope," Zack jumps in. "They were sleeping...."

"Until Zack and I started giggling."

"Then Nick wakes up and throws a pillow at us."

"Then dad gets up and chases us out of the room."

"Boy was he mad!" Zack concludes the alternating explanation.

Gef interjects, "So maybe Nick will be sticking around?"

"Who knows?" Jase answers, shrugging his bare little shoulders.

Zack gives the same indication.

By this time Gef had some ideas of his own. He saw Erik coming from the
house but then felt confused when he saw Tony and Gef, walking side by
side, talking and laughing.

"What's with Tony?" Gef asks Erik as he unlocks the gate to the big pool,
the boys scurrying for their Spiderman tubes.

He put it like a cliche, not wanting to have Gef get the wrong impression,
"They `kissed and made up'."

"Oh," Is all Gef said, but still perused the two figures, getting larger as
they approached.

Tony, his arm over Nick's shoulders, was the first to say, "Erik here has
got himself a good man."

That gave Gef's eyebrows a raise as Zack and Jase rushed by him, a beeline
to the big pool after their dad opened the gate.

Getting in the pool right away, Tony and Nick made big splashes, swimming
underwater to where Zack and Jase paddled around with their little tubes
around their bellies.

"What'samatter Tony?" Zack asked as Tony watched Nick swim towards them.

"Nothin'," Tony said. When Nick came up from below he spit out his water
into Tony's face.

"Ooooooh, Nick," Zack said.

The kid's weren't immune to Tony's treatment of Nick before the bat-to-gut
incident.

The boys had more thoughts when Tony grabbed Nick around the waist in a
hug. They were inches from kissing when Erik saw it, shouting, "Hey guys?
There's kids present?"

Tony took it as Erik fighting for his mate. Releasing Nick he apologized to
him, "Sorry Erik. I.. I kind of lost control of myself."

Derived from their talk about respectfullness towards what they say outside
the house, Jase tells, "Don't you have no respect for yourself Tony?"

"Yeah," Zack scolds, "You don't go doing stuff like that in publick!"

Tony's face turned bright red, a dumb look on it. Nick laughed his ass off
before swimming away. He turned `round, boosted his ass up on the side as
Erik dropped his down beside, his feet splashing into the pool.

"Quite the flirter that Tony is!" Nick exclaimed.

"Right, but I get the feeling sometimes he steps way beyond the flirting
zone," Erik responds, kicking his feet up and plunging them through the
surface. Erik glances over his shoulder, seeing his brother lounging back,
staring at the blue sky, shades crowding out the UV's.

Following his gaze Nick says, "Me too."

"Huh?" Erik questions.

Nick comes out with, "Worried about Gef. I don't know if you are thinking
what I'm thinking, but seems to me Gef is `bored' with his new
`long-distance' boyfriend?"

"Yeah. I am and another thing?"

"What's that?" Nick asks.

"Well not exactly worried, but seems to me you're getting very attached to
my family, Nick!"

Exhaling a giggle, Nick smiles and says, "Yeah. Probably the family I never
had."

"You never said," Erik butts in, detecting a bit of a downer in Nick's
voice.

"You never asked."

"So I'm asking now."

Directly avoiding the issue, Nick shouts, "Tell ya sometime. Looks like
Tony's getting up a game of chicken fights with the boys." He plunges
headfirst into the pool, sinking underneath the water.

If Erik had wanted to he never would have had the chance to ask. Instead he
looked up, over his shoulder once more. Getting up he readjusted the
package so nothing would fall out of his speedo, walked over to where Gef
lounged and sat in a chaise. "You sleepin'?"

"I might as well be," Gef replied, not flinching a muscle.

Seeing the opportunity for a `teaser', Erik place his index finger behind
his thumb and pinged Gef's nip ring.

"Hey!" he shouts out, doing a responding sit up.

"Feel good?"

"Why don't you get one and find out!" he tells his brother.

"By the way I often wondered... do guys like the idea of licking a ringed
nip during sex?"

With a getting even tactic, Gef tells, "Like I said, Erik. Try it for
yourself!"

Skipping over answering Gef over either issue, Erik lies back, picks up his
bottle of water, takes a chug then goes down memory lane, "Remember how you
had this fetish of licking my nips when we were kids?"

"We weren't kids. We were sixteen, Erik and I not only liked licking yours
nips."

"Yeah," Erik replied. After another sip of water, "I suppose there's not
much surface of my skin your tongue didn't touch!"

Good thing there was a lot of hooey going on in the pool, noise enough to
fill the whole estate grounds, as the two Olufsen brothers talked up a
storm about their sensitive subject.

"Right," Gef replied.

Usually, when the two ran off on tangents about their teenage years,
discovering gay sex, both would go at it til they needed to seek relief.

Placing his hand on Gef's hairy forearm, Erik asks, "What's wrong bro?"

"I can't exactly pinpoint it, Erik. I like Tony but I don't like Tony."

"Well that says a lot!"

"I mean he's got the muscles, the looks...."

"The cock?" Erik jumps in with a grin.

"I'm trying to be serious here, Erik?" Gef said.

"Sorry. So... you want my honest opinion?"

"Of course. You're my brother. You care about me. You've always cared about
me, Erik."

"Then shut up and listen. I haven't said anything about this because I
figure at twenty-seven years old, a man can make decisions for himself, but
Gef... you're playing around with entirely too many men."

"I've got a couple of steadies," Gef replies.

"Don't evade the subject. It's about time you've found one man and settled
down."

Gef says, "Coming from a man who's twenty-nine and `single'?"

"That's not the issue here and you know it, Gef!"

The two sat silent, Gef picking his water up and draining the last
drop. "Want another water?"

"Please."

While Gef got up and found two waters, Erik paid attention to the chicken
fights winding down, Zack and Jase moving through the water like
speedboats, propelled my Nick's and Tony's powerful legs. He's suddenly the
focus of attention as the boys tell, "Dad, we're going in `our' pool,
okay?"

"Fine," Erik yelled back. Six years ago when they moved into the estate,
there wasn't `anything' in the backyard except trees and grass. Right away
they put in an olympic sized pool. But Jase and Zack being wee kids, he had
it fenced in and a smaller, kidney-bean shaped pool built in, shallow depth
so the boys could swim with little attention. He smiled, watching them
fling the spring-loaded gate open and rush to `their' pool. Bringing his
attention back to the pool he watched as Tony and Nick stood off to the
side. He had a feeling something randy was going on under the water. Seeing
Gef back, he made a fuss, "Oh thank you so much bro. I was really getting
thirsty. Looks like it's turning into a hot day, huh?" He looked up, hoping
Gef would do the same.

"You don't have to do that Erik."

"Do what?"

"I saw Nick and Tony from the bar."

"Oh, so that's what took you so long?"

"I was watching. I was watching even when you followed Jase and Zack to the
little pool. Bet you missed Tony grabbing Nick from behind, his hands
around Nick, coupled at his chest and the kiss he placed on the back of
Nick's head?"

"Geesh! I've gotta pay closer attention! So. How did Nick respond?"

Gef was only a little bent out of shape. He smiled as he said, "What any
other man would do when a shark is closing in on him."

"Kneed him in the balls?" Erik guessed.

"Not even close, but I think Tony got the point when Nick turned around and
slapped him across the face."

Erik broke out in laughter, "Bet that made Tony-the-tiger cool his jets!"

"Made him even more aggressive, until Nick kneed him in the balls!"

"No shit! So Tony did get what's due?" Erik replied.

"Strange thing I think he `liked' it!"

"Hmm," Erik replied, thinking what a weirdo.

"Erik?"

"Yeah bro?"

"I think we've got to find ourselves some men."

"Now you know I'm not into one-night-stands, Gef?"

"Is that right, bro? Then what do you call that night you and Nick did some
hanky panky in your bed?"

"Those boys are gonna get it!" Erik said half-seriously, after Nick and he
implicitly gave them a pep talk about what goes on in the house, staying in
the house.

Taking it further, Gef says, "So, did it turn you on... Nick holding your
weenie?"

"Nick and I sat them down and told them what goes on in the...."

"I know. Zack and Jase told me, but they rationalized I fell in the
category of being exempted. Believe me Erik, I think they got the message
and won't spread around about finding you and Nick sleeping together," he
drove the point home.

Skipping over the boys Erik replied, "Okay, so it was a one night stand,
something I haven't done since...."

"Except Michael Wyatt?"

Both knew about Erik's escapades with Michael Wyatt, a guy about his age
with the same problem, being married and being gay.

"Michael was an exception. Besides he wasn't a `fly-by-night' lover and you
know it!"

"Yeah I know," Gef replied.

They both sat in silence for moment, their attention on the noiseless pool.

Gef says, a little glee in his voice, "Sickening, isn't it?"

"It doesn't bother you?" Erik asks, a tender hand on his bro's forearm as
they watch Nick and Tony kissing at the far side of the pool, the deep end.

"Nah."

"So, you serious about finding a serious man and settling down?" Erik puts
it to Gef.

"Are you?"

"I asked you first."

"I asked you second," Gef puts it back in Erik's court.

"Shame."

"What is?" Gef asks.

As Erik nods to the far corner of the pool, "I thought maybe Nick and I
might've made the perfect match."

"Hey. Like I didn't have the same idea?" Gef replies, fingering his own nip
ring, same one matching the nip ring hanging from Nick's left pec.

"Cute idea though," Erik replies, his finger joining Gef's.

"I miss it."

"Miss what?" Erik asks his bro.

"Your hands stimulating me."

Diving back into past history, Erik says, "Like you didn't know I liked
giving you a hand job."

Sitting up on the side of the chaise, closing in their chat since it was
mighty quiet at the pool, "Yeah, remember when you gave me a blow job?"

"Hated it," Erik replied.

"Oh really? Then what kept you going down on me?"

Erik defends, "I wanted to know the feeling of man-juice squirting out in
my mouth?"

Accepting Erik's definition, Gef says, "Yeah we had some awakening
experiences at bedtime, didn't we?"

"Bedtimes and other times?"

They stared at each other, the thought still lingering of how they
discovered their gay side and experience their first go at gay sex.

"Hey," Tony startled the two back into reality.

Nick, with Tony's arm around his back, hugging his torso, asks, "How about
we all go out and spend the day at the arcades or something?"

Feeling like the third wheel, Gef says, "Nah. Why don't you two go along?"

Nick then raises the questions, "Alright if we take Zack and Jase along
with us?"

"They'd love it," Erik replies.

"Aren't you coming Erik?" Nick asks.

"No. Um, I have some things to do around the house and Monday morning will
be coming up before we know it. Back to the real world!"

So, going inside, the kids ran like lightning upstairs to get ready for
their day out on the town with Nick and Tony.

"Here's some pocket money," Erik said, stuffing two fifties into Nick's
hand.

"Oh no. My treat," Tony replied, taking the bills and leaving them on the
kitchen table.

Erik replied, "Thanks!"

In five minutes time Zack and Jase were downstairs, ball caps affixed to
their heads and way ahead of Nick and Tony as they headed out the front
door. Gef and Erik watched from the front door as Tony zipped out of the
driveway in his jeep.

"Nervous?" Gef asked, sensing it.

"No," Erik replied. "I mean `yes'!"

"Don't be," Gef replied. "Believe me, Nick has things well in hand."

"Yeah," Erik agreed, "he's got that Tony wrapped right around his little
finger!"

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.

other stories by TCMcP:
NATURE WALK - nifty/gay/adult-youth
FOR SALE BY OWNER - nifty/gay/highschool
FOR THE LOVE OF MICHAEL - gay/highschool
STRIPEs - gay/adult-youth
OLD-FASHIONED GOOD WILL - gay/beginnings
TIDELIGHT ZONE - nifty/gay/adult-friends
5b & 6c - nifty/gay/beginnings
INCENTIVEs - nifty/gay/authoritarian