Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 17:24:14 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 06

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 06
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Well I suppose I better let you get started on your chores," Gef said,
turning from the front door and grabbing his hoodie from the chair arm.

"No reason why you can't stick around if you don't have something better to
do, Gef?"

"I do have to think about the next cooking project for this week. I suppose
I could hibernate in your cooking library!"

Erik walked him into the kitchen. To the side he opened the pantry
door. Wall to wall almost sat cookbooks on floor to eye level. "Help
yourself. I'll be in my office if you need anything."

"Cool," Gef replied, going right to work, gathering cookbooks by Martha
Stewart, Rachel Ray, Emeril, the standard NYT cookbook and two
others. Exiting the kitchen he twirled around, looking for a place to work.

Meanwhile, Erik had just opened his email. Catching his eye was an email
from `Wyatt Burp'.

Before opening it, he heard, "Mind if I work in here?" Gef asks.

"Help yourself," Eric replied.

Erik's home office was like no other. In addition to a lavish executive
desk setup, complete with computer and accessories, the room boasted an
HDTV hanging on a wall, music system, an edited kitchen in the corner with
sink, microwave and waist-high fridge, for Gef's purposes a midsized
executive table on which he dropped his cookbooks and tons of other
accessories from Spacify.

"Do me a favor and get me an A&W?"

"Still addicted to root beer, huh?" Gef replied.

"Force of habit," Erik replied taking it from Gef as he sat at his desk.

"Well I better get busy on the books." But before he did, he walked over to
the magazine rack and studied it for a moment. "You didn't waste anytime,
did you?"

"About what?" Erik looked up from Michael Wyatt's email.

"Out magazine? Genre? XY? Really Erik, aren't these twinks a little too old
for you?"

Ignoring the subject, but not Gef, Erik says, "Michael Wyatt just got
divorced!"

Even though Gef studied the same twink he busted Erik about he looked up to
opinion, "'Bout time he saw the light!" He continued with studying some
young cocks.

"Says he's got a boyfriend. The one he's had since we broke up."

"Did you ever meet him?"

"Once."

"When?"

"At a conference. Michael represented his company." Erik then giggled
revealing, "We both had our eye on the same guy."

"Who?" Gef asked, again moving his focus to Erik and back.

Erik then told the condensed version of the story, "Michael, the little
bastard, followed Grant right out of the board meeting. I knew I should
never have given him a key to the executive washroom!"

"Why Erik? Then how else would he have waited for you all those times while
you two were cheating on your wives?"

Erik got the point.

"So, what happened? You caught Michael porking Grant?"

"Y'know," Erik shakes his finger at Gef, "you better watch yourself or you
might wind up with my job!"

"Oh no you don't Erik. I told you. I don't mind getting a stipend from the
stocks, but you're running dad's company!"

"Not his anymore, remember?" Erik said.

"Wish I didn't remember it actually." Gef dropped the magazine back into
the rack and sat on the edge of the table.

"I know," Erik replied. "Poor taste," he said of his comment. Maybe Erik
and his father didn't see eye to eye all the time but it was no way for him
to speak of the dead. "You okay Gef?" he asked, seeing Gef sitting there,
arms folded in front of him, a hand wiping his nose. "Hey," Erik said
getting up from his chair. Then, hanging on Gef's arm he says, "I didn't
mean to cause you grief bro?"

"I'll be alright. Even though its been five years since....."

"I know. I miss both mom and dad. Everybody around us does."

Gef brings up, "Mostly Zack and Jase, the way they spoiled them!"

"Yeah," Erik replied, sitting on the table next to his brother.

"Well, I better get busy on my project," Gef said, leaping off the table.

"Yeah," Erik replied, standing.

First book Gef started on was desserts. He thumbed through, mostly looking
at the pictures. He suddenly said, "Nice," when Erik put on some music.

"New Age good for you?"

"Great," Gef replied.

Just as Erik sat down, Gef holds up a book and turns it towards Erik, "Hey,
ring any bells?"

"And how!" Erik replied, leaning back in his swivel chair. Placing his
hands behind his head he grinned. His tee shirt hiked up above his waist,
his treasure trail visible as he laughed.

"I couldn't believe you made me do that!"

"Satisfied your sweet tooth, didn't it?"

"Not to mention picking pubic hair out of my teeth for two weeks!"

"Hey, there's not many guys who experience chocolate sauce for lube!" Erik
joked.

Gef made sport of the kinky idea, "Makes me horny thinking about it!"

"Then why don't you go get some and we'll do it all over again!" Erik said,
the two laughing their asses off.

"Really?" Gef called Erik's bluff.

"Nah. I was only kidding," Erik replied. But then as they sat there,
staring, Erik amends his statement, "Unless you want to!"

He was still in a joking mood, but Gef came back with, "Suddenly I feel a
craving for chocolate sauce!"

"We were teenagers, Gef!"

"So what Erik? You don't think guys let age stop them from doing kinky
stuff?"

"I hate to ask what you've been up to all these years?"

Gef smiled, but wasn't telling of the odd things he's put up with just to
have the opportunity of wrapping his lips around a tasty cock or take it up
the ass.

"So what have you been up to all these years?" Erik confronted him with out
of curiosity.

Closing the book, Gef replies, "Um, I think I need one of the other dessert
books. Be right back."

Erik shook his head. Again he got outfoxed when it came to finding any
clues to Gef's gay sex life. He revisited Michael Wyatt's email.

Entering, Gef asks, "You want me to do you there or?"

"You put that back right this instant!" Erik yelled at him.

Gef held the chocolate contained up by it's jughandle.

"You know you're a real killjoy, Erik?"

"Gef we're not kids anymore."

"What has that got to do with it, Erik? In fact you should like this even
more now."

"How so?" Erik `had' to ask.

"Um, because of your little `weenie' then and....."

"I get the point. The kitchen?"

Dropping the chocolate container, his arm slacked to his side as Gef slowly
walked the short distance back to the kitchen. Once there he slapped open
the cabinet door, chucked the chocolate jug back in and slammed the cabinet
door closed.

"Noisy aren't we?" Erik asked, his bod filling up the doorway.

"What're you doing here?"

"My house, remember?"

Gef stood there with a smirk on his face. That is until Erik's hand slid
down and started feeling himself up with his hand. "Got kind of lonely
sitting there in that big, big room alone!"

"Does this mean the chocolate's on?" Gef was quick on the draw.

"Meet you upstairs," Erik replied.

But Gef was right on his tail, jug of chocolate sauce hanging from his left
hand. Erik couldn't see, but Gef's balls were already pulsating, his cock
stretching the fabric of his A&F briefs.

"Nervous?" Erik asked Gef as the two stripped in front of each other.

"No," Gef replied even though he was.

Being about ten years since the two rumbled in the sheets, they stood there
in the buff, looking at each other. Gef had his hands on his hips, Erik
playing with his cock.

"Getting it ready for me?" Gef said, more of a suggestion.

"If we get that far!"

With a yearning to make it that far and beyond, Gef took the liberty of
peeling down the bed. Erik joined in on the other side. Simultaneously each
placed a knee in the bed. As when Erik was 19, Gef 17, they knelt there
about three feet apart. Seeming like they were teens, the two locked eyes,
smiling. They began to sweat, nervous as today as it had been their first
time in bed when the two were 18 and 16 years old. However, more courageous
at 29 and 27, they inched their ways forward, crawling on their knees.

"Ready?" Erik said out of nervousness.

"Ready," Gef replied, placing his hands in between Erik's arms.

Shivers overtook Erik, his nipples as hard as the goosebumps on his
arms. "Must be a draft in here," he made excuse to Gef, his brother's eyes
dropping from eye view to his chest.

"I guess I'd better warm you up then!"

Without further ado Gef leans over and cups his lips over his brother's
left nip.

"Oooooooooh," Erik sighs long and loud.

Inside Gef felt excitement all over. Unlike any of his tricks, it felt
exhilarating to touch his brother with hands and mouth, a feeling he never
felt with anyone else.

Unlike Michael Wyatt, Erik let Gef proceed at his own will, allowing his
younger brother service him as slow or fast as he wanted. The only
initiative Erik took was to kick his feet out, fall on his ass, then lay
down to get comfortable.

Following his brother's lead, Gef stepped over Erik's stretched out legs
with his knees, moving Erik's legs farther apart slightly to get a better
vantage point at working the front of his bod.

After Gef had licked up the hairless bod, Erik waited for him, taking his
brother's head in his hands, leaning his head forwards so that their lips
could meet.

"What's the matter? I got bad breath?" Gef asked when Erik kissed him on
the lips once and hesitated.

"No. Just studying your face."

"Like you haven't seen it a million times, Erik?"

"Not this close for... has it been ten years?"

"Something of that sort."

Coming closer together, cock to cock and chest to chest, their heads
matched up perfectly. Their lips vied for lead in kissing the other. After
a short interval, Erik began to relax as Gef began to service him. He
looked up to Erik who had dug his head into the pillow. As he licked
midchest, Erik raised his arms above his head, sighing deeply. Seeing the
blond pits, Gef detoured to the right arm.

"Mmmm," Erik sighed. "You've improved with age!"

Doing all the tasting, Gef felt more alive with excitement rushing through
his veins. As he licked at Erik's armpit, his left hand clung to Erik's
chest, his thumb pressing in on the left pec, giving a nip massage. When he
heard Erik say, "I'm not going to last long at this rate," Gef skipped over
the pit, chest and abs to target the trail to his brother's pubes.

"Oh now that's different!" Erik said when Gef buried his tongue into the
depths of his brother's navel. He watched for a few seconds, seeing Gef
work his bellyhole aggressively. "Oooooh.... oooooh..." Erik replied with
pleasure, not understanding as Gef chewed along the rim of his navel, how
he could have such a good feeling at the sharp pain of each bite.

Feeling Erik's wet slime paint lines on his hairy chest, Gef thought of
this as a prelude to something more tasty. Painting his own saliva down
Erik's darker-than-blonde treasure trail, he lapped up the wiry pubic
hair. This time Erik's stiff shaft was poking him in the neck. By now he
had to have his brother's cock `now'.

Doing a half crunch, Erik sat up on his elbows as Gef teased the head of
his brother's 9.5c. "Forgetting something?" He asked, thinking `chocolate'.

"Yeah," Gef replied, too interested in what he's missed out on for the past
ten years.

Erik smiled, his head crashing into the pillow. For whatever reason he was
feeling the best blowjob he's had in a number of years.

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While Tony got on line for some cotton candy, Nick stood around with the
boys.

"Hey Nick?"

"What?" he asked, bending over to block out the noisy crowd to hear what
Zack was asking.

"How come you're with Tony if you like our dad?"

The same question was on Jase's mind, seeing it without the ten year old
asking.

"'Like', that's the key. I'm very fond of your dad. We're friends," Nick
replied, hoping they'd buy it.

Jase asks, "But you were in bed with our dad!"

Nine year old Zack tells, "You were holding his weenie. Doesn't it make you
something more than a friend?"

Nick figured Zack had an arguable point there, but good thing Tony showed
up with the cotton candy!

Their eyes were as wide as saucers looking upon the big clumps of blue
cotton. When they took wee bites it looked as if it would smother them.

"Heeeey," Tony said, looking away at the counter they stood in front
of. "Who wants to play baseball?"

Nick laughed as he wound up holding the two wads of cotton candy. He hadn't
tasted it in years and decided to catch up on time.

"Me first," Zack said, Jase repeating the same.

"No reason why you two can't play at once," Tony figured. Putting his an
arm around each he hefted them up so they kneeled on the counter.

"Hey, that's not allowed," the kid behind the counter said.

"That so?" Tony said, putting on his meanest look, his voice talking down
to the guy who couldn't have been younger than eighteen or nineteen. His
intent to intimidate made the guy back down.

When the guy corraled three balls into each small dishes in front of Zack
and Jase, he smiled at Tony. Softly he said, "I get off on break in ten
minutes."

Tony stole a quick glance to his right, seeing Nick paying attention to one
of the half-eaten candy cottons. Turning back to the guy Tony replies, "See
you out back in ten."

The minutes passed, Zack and Jase scoring big time, hitting the little
stuffed animals and missing some. However the dark-haired kid, hair gelled
up in a modern style, made sure the weapons became plentiful, beyond the
normal quota for a customer, saying over and over, "Try again. You guys can
do it!"

Time seemed to fly by and soon another dude came for the concessionaires
break.

"Hey Nick?"

"Yeah?" Nick replied, the cotton candy reduced to one and a half.

"Gotta take a leak. Mind watching our ace baseball players?" When Tony
passed Nick he took the `used' cotton candy. "Might take a little
time. Must've been the breakfast. I feel alittle... you know."

"I hope you feel okay Tony," Nick said with concern, but then paid
attention to the two boys knocking over little wooden bottles, missing
some, but getting more balls to hurl.

Walking to the end of the wooden booths, Tony made a left down the `alley
way'.

"Hey," the guy called out, surprising him. "This way."

"Got a name?" Tony asked as he watched the guy's cute ass swivel around in
his jeans.

"Alex Hsu and you?"

"Tony," Tony replied as they entered another wooden structure.

Rather than entering the back door of a concession, they came upon a crude
set up, a mattress on the floor near one of the walls, a chair an old
dresser which didn't match anything else in the room and a duffle bag on
the floor.

"This okay?" Alex asked.

With already thoughts on his mind, Tony asks, "You live here?"

"I know it's not much but for now I call it `home'."

Instead of verbally making up his mind whether the place was acceptable,
Tony approached Alex, placing his hands in between arms and torso, his
hands wasting no time to touch skin, raise Matthew's shirt up over his
head.

As they kissed, Alex's hands busied themselves removing Tony's
shirt. "Nice," he said, backing off the kiss and admiring the built chest
and taut abs. "Hot!" he comments before going to work licking down Tony's
cropped chest hair. In no time he was pleasuring Tony's bod, licking over
his nip, mouth over it and pressing tongue down into it, letting up,
switching to licking the smooth chest, then hastily skipping over the abs,
to toying with Tony's navel. As he did, Matthew worked fast at unbuckling
Tony's belt, opening the flaps of his jeans and then pinning his brief
under his big balls.

"Ooooooooooooooh fuckin' shit!" Tony gasped out loud as Alex went right
down on his meaty shaft.

Tony could tell this wasn't Alex's first time, taking his cock right down
his throat and humming a tune. He knew he wasn't going to last so took the
sides of Alex's head, swining his hips to and fro, pumping his cock in and
out as if porking a guy's ass. "Oh! Oh! Oooooooh!" he shouted out loud as
he felt his magma shoot up through his shaft, erupting into Alex's mouth.

With Tony's cock up to the chute down his throat, Alex never tasted cum til
Tony ran out of momentum, slowly pulling out.

"Fuckin' hot blowjob," Tony complimented Alex.

He then presented to Tony, "Want to jerk me off?"

"What would turn me on more is watching `you' jerk `yourself' off!"

"Cool!" the Asian-American said. Taking orders, Alex stood up, placing feet
on either side of Tony's bod, about even with his navel.

"Work it nice and slow to start," Tony said, one of his hands going back to
his own cock. "Slower," he ordered.

What got Tony's attention is the size of Alex, definitely longer by about
an inch or two, but wider, giving a beer can competition. He wondered how
much cream Alex's baseball-sized balls were churning up.  It's not the
first time Tony had a guy stand above him, stroke himself into oblivion,
feel ropes of cum rain down on his stomach and chest, with intentions of
having the bottom clean him off afterwards. But then when he saw Matthew
work his `pipe', he changed the routine. "Hold on a sec," he told
Alex. "Sit down." Just so happens Tony had already been inspired to work
his soft cock into another raging hard-on.

Alex saw where this was going. Referring to Tony already sending a load
down his throat, Alex exclaimed, "Awesome!" Reading Tony like a book, he
made Tony lie back and relax as he fed Tony's shaft into his own ass chute
as he sat down on his pubes.

"Oh fuckin' yeah!" Tony called out, leaning back and arching his back as
his cock seeped into Alex's hot ass canal. A workout stud too, Alex placed
his palms on either side of him and Tony, pressing down for resistance as
he lifted up, letting go to engulf Tony's cock.

Both got into a rhythm, Tony returning the cock massage playing with Alex's
`beer can'.

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Gef took his time working over his brother, Erik's pubes as wet as
showered, his balls slowly tongue-bathed, unevenly placed in Gef's mouth
for a hotter massage.

As for Gef he tried smiling because that's how he felt, like laughing
actually by what he was doing, turning Erik on so much! He pops off to ask,
"Better now than when we were kids?" he asks of their teen years.

"I don't think you can get any better than then!" Erik replied.

"I'll take that as a `yes'."

But to Erik it didn't matter.

Things were about to be kicked up a notch as Gef's hand reached over the
side of the bed and latched onto the handle of the chocolate jug.

"Oooooooooh it's cold!" Erik complained, sitting up on his elbows.

"No fair peeking," Gef said as he continued to drizzle the chocolate down
Erik's shaft. Still holding Erik's hard cock in his right hand, Gef wound
the jug around in a spiral, allowing the chocolate sauce to coat the
sides. Then he licked the tip which started Erik into frenzy of sighs and
moans. Letting Erik's brown tube fall over, he held both balls in his hand,
pressing the sides of the container so he could make them
chocolate-covered.  Suddenly the jug made a sound like farting. "Gone
already?" Gef asked, trying to look in the little hole in the cap to see.

"Enough anyway, isn't it?" Erik said, wanting to feel the feeling of his
brother licking it off.

With more refined skill, Gef began slurping as he tasted the chocolate,
like before taking each chocolate ball in his mouth, then licking the
`sundae shaft' off, going down on it, pursing his lips and sucking as he
pulled off, down again and up once more. After a few of these ministrations
he felt the chocolate being mixed with small amounts of vanilla creme.

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"Nick, I gotta go!" Zack asks. Rotating his ass, Zack soon sat there
dangling his legs over the ledge.

But Jase wanted to stay and play. So, Nick left Jase there, telling him to
stay put and not leave here til he came back. Seeing that Tony had ducked
to the left, Nick hung a left after the third or so arcade. Around back
they spotted a `men' on one door, a `women' on the other. Zack knew which
one to pick. Like a nanny, he yelled after Zack, "And make sure you wash
your hands!" While killing time, Nick walked around the crude backyard, not
as lustrous as the street of arcades. Instead of shimmering gold, silver
and colorful signs, the wooden backs of the glittery structures boasted
fading grays and blues. Walking around he stopped to listen a second,
saying, "Nah." Finishing out, Nick came upon the men's room once more. He
opened it a little and yelled in, "Done yet Zack?"

"Almost Nick!"

When Zack didn't come out, he took another walk about. This time he knew he
wasn't hearing things. The door matched the side of the wooden building,
except for a doorknob. His curiosity got the best of him after hearing two
different voices, even though they weren't words per se. Putting one hand
on the door, he jimmied it open a fraction of an inch after softly turning
the knob. He got an eyeful alright, one that stunned him. As softly as
opening it, he closed the door. For a moment he stood their, out of breath,
back against the wall, eyes closed, not knowing how to react except for
anger at seeing the arcade vendor sitting on Tony's cock.

"Done Nick!" Zack said

Nick opened his eyes.

"You sick too Nick?"

Back still glued to the wall, Nick tried to affix the best smile to his
face repying, "Nah. I'm okay. C'mon. Let's go see what Jase is doing." But
as he left the backyard square, he looked over his shoulder. Then he
thought of hustling faster, not wanting himself to be the one discovered.

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Cool cub-dude on You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y8oEOEDg1I

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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee

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