Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 14:02:49 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLuFsEN & SONs 09

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 09
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Where's dad and Joaquin?" Zack asked his brother, returning from the
upstairs `talk'.

"Coming," Jase replied. Then, even before he picked up his fork, Jase says
to his brother, "Sorry for making you throw your milk at Patrick."

Gef realises, "You didn't get wet did you Patrick?"

"Only a little." Then making a joke out of it, "But I'm really enjoying my
creamy cabbage soup!"

First Gef laughed, Nick following, which gave the boys hint they were
forgiven and okay to go on with their dinner.



"You know I'm really going to repay you for your kindness, Erik?"

"I've only given you a meal, Joaquin. What's there to thank?"

Maybe wiser than he seemed, Joaquin says, "For saving my life for
starters. Then there's paying my hospital bill. As soon as I get a decent
job I'm going to pay you back... unless you want me to start now?"

"Well... ahem!" Erik responds, venting the collar of his dress shirt.

"I overheard the head nurse telling an orderly they don't do it that way,"
Joaquin explains, taking a few baby steps forwards. "They were talking
about somebody else who couldn't pay." He latches on to Erik's zigzagged
blue tie, one hand trying to manage to untie it. "They said if they gave
their services away free to everyone they would be out of their jobs,
closing the place down."

"I see," Erik said, sorry he had been found out. "I didn't mean to lie to
you Joaquin. I thought it would be easier for you."

"Easier? No. Helping me with your tie would be easier!" He cracked a smile
right in Erik's face.

"Ahem," Erik clears his throat. "I think we're rushing things here a bit?"
He holds Joaquin's hand tight, along with the dismantling of his tie.

"Maybe a hug would do?" So Joaquin rushes Erik, hugging him. "Owwwch!"

"Oh sorry! Did I hurt you?" Erik says when Joaquin back off.

"Just a little, but it wasn't your fault in the least Erik," Joaquin
replied, his head dropped to show his embarrassment.

"Joaquin, I learned a long time ago, doing for others doesn't mean
expecting a payback."

"Yeah. I figured so, but... I also thought maybe there was more to your
saving my life?"

Placing his hands on Joaquin's shoulders, careful of the injured arm, Erik
says, "Not to slight you in the least bit Joaquin. You're young," Erik
smiled, "handsome and in estimate for the short time I've know you, highly
intelligent. But I would have done what I did for you, for anyone." He
didn't let the moment pass without giving Joaquin a peck on the forehead.

"Um, can you spare it? No strings attached?"

"I think we better join the others before we get missed." Erik paved the
way out with his hand, Joaquin taking up the gesture Erik presented,
walking in front of him. Almost out of the door of the boys' bedroom he
felt hands on his shoulders, Erik from behind pressing his chest up against
Joaquin's back. He sighed when his neck became wet from Erik's kiss.

As they approached the table, Zack said what Erik and Joaquin already knew,
"Guess what dad? Joaquin doesn't hate Jase!"

The two adults first smiled at Zack and then saw how differently Jase
acted, talking energetically with his Uncle Gef and Nick, "Hey y'know,
Nick? This green stuff isn't too bad!"

If Jase liked the broccoli then Zack had to like it, saying so!

The boys helped clear the table, Patrick joining in while Joaquin and Erik
talked, Gef sitting on his ass as well.

Patrick made fun, "Keep me away from that little `milk-thrower'!"

The boys laughed, Zack making fun, like throwing milk at Patrick from his
empty glass.

When Nick mentioned ice cream, the boys yelled, "We'll get it!"

Patrick asks, "Are they high enough," meaning the boys' height, "to reach
it?"

"Maybe you should go find out!" Gef told him.

Patrick watched the boys in action, their system at reaching two tubs of
ice cream. After reaching the door handle, about all they could reach, Zack
got in front of Jase, Jase lifting his brother up.

"Find it?" Jase asked, not being able to see the freezer.

"Almost!" Zack replied, pushing things around with his hand, uncovering
something which looked like a chocolately dish of ice cream on the
side. "Don't let me fall!"

It was the eternal concern, said everytime Jase boosted his brother up.

"Need a hand?"

"Nope," Zack replied.

"We've got it Patrick." Jase replied.

But Patrick stood there keeping the freezer door from butting up against
Zack's back.

"Thanks Patrick!" Zack said as he was let down, one of the half gallon
containers slipping from the nine year old's arms, into Patrick's
hand. "Brrrrrrr that's cold!"

Patrick handed the other container to Jase, who uttered, "Thanks!"

The two hightailed it out to the diningroom. Patrick smiled, a thought
coming back to him from long ago, remembering how he lifted his little
brother up to reach things. In a hidden, melancholy moment he smiled. But
then things turned dark when he wondered if he was ever going to see Donal
again.

"Um, Patrick, you coming for dessert?" Nick asked.

"Sure," Patrick replied, startled out of his reverie.

At the dinner table, Nick prepared a dessert plate of apple pie for each of
the guests, the boys, Erik, then himself. "Everybody help themselves," he
said of the passed around carton of vanilla ice cream.

"Oh cool!" Jase said when it came to him.

"Somebody want to help or else the ice cream will outnumber the pie?" Erik
asked, looking in his brother's direction.

Sitting in the middle of his nephews, Gef made sure the boys got human
portions.

Something snapped in Zack's mind as Gef dished out two scoops, "Hey Jase!
Just think! Soon Nick'll be making our own ice cream!"

Ravaging their plates, Zack and Jase woofed their dessert down, almost
inhaling it.

Gef asked no one in particular, "Am I slow or something?" He looked left,
then right, trying to keep track of which boy was ahead of the other.

"All done!" Jase called out as if racing.

Zack jumps in with, "Can we get `you know who' his present now dad?"

"After everyone else has finished," Erik responded.

"Everybody eat faster!" Zack exclaimed.

Patrick, a clown with kids, began shoveling the rest of his pie in,
integrating his ice cream and finishing with wiping his mouth with his
napkin. Not the only one, Joaquin followed, the others catching on quick,
except Erik who took human bites.

"Dad hurry!" Jase said.

"Hurry and catch up!" Zack badgered his dad.

Giving in, Erik as the rest, licked the last bit off of his fork.

"You don't have to be a slob about it!" Gef told his bro.

Erik made a snobbish, "Ha.. Ha.."

"I know," Gef says, "you'll get even... c'mon Nick I'll give you a hand
clearing the table."

It was actually the boys' plot, telling Gef ahead of time, keeping Nick
busy in the kitchen while the boys and their dad brought the `very heavy'
box to the table, the last of the gifts from their eventful shopping trip
to the mall.

"Surprise!" Everybody yelled out when Gef coaxed Nick back into the
diningroom.

"Ya gotta see this Nick!" Zack yelled out, Jase already tearing at the
wrapping paper as Nick stood there.

"Another gift?" Nick asks.

Gef teases, "At least somebody rates!"

"This one's the boring one," Jase enlightens everyone.

Zack makes sure he tags on, "From dad."

Being Nick stood in between the boys, when he saw the picture of the knives
on the box he sat down... right on Gef's lap.

"Oh, sorry!"

Gef had other thoughts, but this wasn't the place nor the time!

"What? How? Where did this come from?"

Instead, Erik sat there gloating over Nick with surprise of his
face. Instead of him explaining, Joaquin explained in detail the ins and
outs of the set of knives like giving a sales pitch.

"Now I know these don't come cheap!" Nick knew of their value.

"You got that right!" Joaquin clued him in.

"Shhhh," Erik said to Joaquin, same time exchanging a smile, held affixed
with eye contact. Short-lived, they returned to Nick, opening the box and
pulling out it's contents. "I hope they fit in your traveling case."

"I hope so too," Nick told Erik.

"Because if `not', we'll have to see about getting you a new one."

Nick just stood there, not able to say a thing, til his feelings made him
say, "Every time I chop up something I'll think of you, Erik."

"Just make sure it's me you're not thinking of chopping up!"

Everybody laughed.

As Gef and Nick tidied up the kitchen, Zack and Jase pleaded with their
guests to take in a Spiderman DVD. In one arm chair Joaquin sat, Erik
across from him as the boys `claimed' Patrick, the nineteen year old
already showing an interest in friendship with the boys. While Patrick let
the boys tie him up in their Spiderman interests, Erik and Joaquin tried
following but their eyes continuously kept meeting.

"Wanna see it?" Erik suddenly heard Jase ask.

"See what?" Erik asks the boys, having missed their conversational matter.

Zack jumps in with, "Can we take Patrick up to our room and show him our
Spiderman puzzle?"

Not in a scolding manner, but for Patrick's sake he tells the boys, "Don't
you think you should give Patrick a rest?"

"It's no imposition," Patrick throes off their badgering. "Would be cool to
see the boys' room anyway."

"Cool!" Jase said.

Zack pleads, "Can he dad?"

As would happen with their going shopping to the `big' mall or Nick to the
arcades, the two hustled Patrick up to their room, hand in hand, almost
pulling Patrick up the stairs!

"So?" Erik said, smiling directly across from him.

"Suddenly got quiet in here," Joaquin says. Then half-joking, "You wouldn't
want to take me up to see your room, would you?"

Wanting it badly, Erik had to really restrain himself as well as his
thoughts. Instead he acts very businesslike, "Um, Joaquin, look. I know
you're grateful for what I did for you but..."

Suddenly Zack comes running down the stairs, his feet making every step
sound like a drum. "Hey Joaquin, Patrick says you can come up to our room
and help us put the Spiderman puzzle together. He says two hundred and
fifty pieces is too much for him!"

Zack couldn't hear, but Joaquin said softly to Erik as he got out of his
chair, "I guess this gets you off the hook."

It did indeed, except what was Erik going to do there all by himself,
except maybe play with his inflated crotch?

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"Thanks for meeting me here after hours, Tony," the human resources manager
said, turning on the lights in the gym.

"Fits my schedule anyway, Mr. Timeson," Tony replied with a smile.

"There's not much difference between the Erik-Gef Industries gym and any
chain of gyms, other than maybe everything state-of-the-art," he filled
Tony in. "As you can see, everything is spit-polish clean, one of your jobs
to do before leaving the gym at night."

However, as Tony followed Cortland, `Cort' Timeson around, he was more
interested in keeping tabs on the rounded way his pants fit around his
buns.

"Any questions?"

"No. None," Tony replied, even though he hadn't digested much information.

"Good. Now as far as the lockerrooms," they stepped from the large gym
through two doors, "the woman's lockerrooms are off bounds to the male
population and vice versa. If you should happen to catch a mixing of the
sexes I strongly urge you to pick up the phone and contact me."

Tony wondered about males mixing with males?

"We run a tight ship here and...."

Following Mr. Timeson, Tony bumped into him when he abruptly stopped. "Oh
sorry Mr. Timeson."

"I'm sure that was an accident?" Timeson said as he turned around.

"Sure it was. What do you think? I'm gay or something?"

"I wasn't insinuating anything of the kind, Tony," he said, continuing on
the tour, sure he sensed something about the twenty-eight year old.

They were viewing the showers. Timeson picked up a dirty towel. "See? This
is what I mean by thoroughly cleaning up before you leave. A dirty towel
can breed germs..."

As Timeson went on with his lecture on germ warfare, Tony thought about
another kind of breeding. When Timeson's back was to him he had to sneak
his hand down his pants to quickly rearrange the hardware. One of the
things which turned Tony on was the `suit and tie' look. Though this went
beyond all that, Timeson sporting a close-cropped dark beard and his
appearance finished off with dark brown-framed glasses. He never got the
chance, but fantasized about his type of `making love', pulling a jacket
down around a man's arms, keeping him in suit-bondage then reaching around
his waist, unbuckling his belt, loosening his pants and with pants and
briefs in hand, pulling them down til they fell by themselves to the
ankles. Without the ability, other than to motion his hips around, Tony
would work his hard shaft up to the suit's ass, plunging in, raping his
tight ass til he....

"Understand, Tony?"

"Oh sure, Mr. Timeson. Completely," Tony said even though the close
attention he was paying was to his fantasy and not important directions.

"I see. Well just remember you are on conditional employment here Tony. One
month from today this place better shine as it does today. Except," Timeson
had the dirty towel in hand, "everything clean as a whistle."

"I wouldn't let you down Mr. Timeson."

As they were leaving the gym several voices came from down the hall.

"I thought quitting time was at five?" Tony inquired.

"For `regular' employees. We still need to retain a cleaning staff
overnight and the mailroom clerks work until eight at night, sorting out
last minute office transfers," Timeson explained as they walked down the
hallway.

Turning a corner, Mr. Timeson almost had a head-on collision.

"Sorry Mr. Timeson!"

"No problem Terron. Are you okay? Shaken up a bit maybe?"

Tony could see, from the interaction of Timeson and this Terron, the young
guy didn't have it all `upstairs'. Though, he was awfully cute. As
Mr. Timeson carried on with small talk, about family, how he still liked
his job and other personal details, Tony took in the dark brown eyes, which
matched the young guy's dark brown hair. He thought what a shame for a guy
to be `retarded', a name Tony stuck on any guy who didn't measure up to
mounds of intelligence.

"Terron, this is Tony, our new personal trainer."

Tony stuck his hand out, offering, "Hey."

Slowly Terron took it uttering, "Nice to meet you."

Dropping his hand, Mr. Timeson puts a hand on his shoulder, saying,
"Terron, it might be good, if you feel comfortable with the idea, to work
out in the gym now that we have someone who is more than a gym maintenance
man."

"I didn't like Jerome," Terron says of the last manager who quit after
running a `slophouse', plus getting a little too touchy-feely.

"Terron?" Timeson said, looking in his eyes, "Tony here is `not' Jerome. He
comes with excellent credentials."

Terron still didn't know, eyeing Tony up, thinking.

"He seems friendly, right Terron? He shook your hand."

"Yeah, he did," Terron replied. Then he asks, "Okay if I shake it again,
Mr. Timeson?"

"If Tony doesn't mind. Do you?" He directs at Tony.

"No problemo!" Tony was glad to oblige.

His hand shaking, Terron slowly reaches out to Tony's extended hand. When
engaged, Terron tells, "Jerome used to squeeze my hand so hard."

"Is Tony squeezing your hand?" Timeson asks Terron.

"Nope."

"Then I guess you can see it is alright to trust Tony?" Even though he knew
it would take more than one meeting with Tony to draw up bonds of trust,
typical of Terron's social ineptitude.

But having other ideas, Terron asks, "Can I trust you Tony?"

"Sure!" Tony replies, shrugging his shoulders. "Anytime you want to come
down to the gym I can show you the ropes."

"Ropes?" Terron questions. "I don't think they have any ropes."

Mr. Timeson fills Tony in, "I think Terron still thinks of his high school
days, climbing the ropes in the gym!"

"I hated gym class," Terron states.

"Well maybe Tony can restore some confidence in you, Terron. Promise me
you'll try coming up to the gym?"

"Maybe," Terron left it as.

"Maybe is better than `not'," Timeson tells him. "At least you are thinking
positive, Terron." Then he says his usual phrase, "I'll let you get back to
work Terron. I know you have a lot to do."

After Terron says, "Okay," he passes by them in the hallway.

"See ya around," Tony yells up the hallway to Terron.

"Okay," Terron says, walking backwards up the hall, his attention still to
the backs of Tony and Mr. Timeson.

"So, what's with Terron?" Tony inquires.

"He has problems, problems neither myself or his doctors fully
understand. He has a perfectly normal brother, but as for Terron things
didn't go right for him. It's tough to explain other than Terron has had a
tough time adjusting to an `adult' world. Best thing we can do is show
Terron our support and kindness."

"So he works where?"

"In the mailroom. Strangely he has had a knack for keeping the place moving
smoothly. Before Terron came, there were plenty of problems with mail
getting delivered to the wrong floor or arriving late for our accounts."

"So where he's lacking in one area, he excells in another?"

Timeson stopped walking, turning to Tony to say, "Very perceptive of you
Tony."

A feather in his cap even before his first day at work, Tony felt good
about himself. At first he had a craving for Mr. Timeson, now his loins had
dropped the matter and taken up with a new wanting. When Timeson left Tony
in the main hallway, Tony decided to double back and check out the mail
room!

%

"Where'd everybody go?" Gef asked Erik, Nick leaning on his shoulder as the
two stood there in the family room.

"Spiderman is keeping the boys and our guests `company'."

"Spiderman!" Nick says, hopping over the back of the sofa and parking his
ass.

Gef takes the walk-around route.

Erik inquires, "So, when are you going to make `the cake'?"

"Their birthdays are November eleventh? Hmm, maybe the day before as long
as `their dad' can take them out for a few hours?" he looks at Erik.

"Oh I think I can manage," Erik tells lightheartedly.

"Hi dad!" Zack says, he and Jase tromping down the stairs, walking into the
family room.

Jase asks, "Hey! Where's Joaquin and Patrick?"

"I thought they were with you boys," Erik says.

"Nope," Zack tells. "Joaquin's arms felt tired so he said he was going to
go lay down."

"Yeah," Jase joined in, "then Patrick said he had to go to the jon."

"Then that's the last we seen of them!" Zack replies, the palms of his
hands telling part of their disappearance.

"We thought they were with you," Jase finishes off.

After the three adults exchange glances, Erik gets them off the hook,
"Maybe they both are tired. I bet they had a long day."

"Okay," the boys accepted it. "Oh dad?" Zack asks.

"Yes, son."

"Patrick and Joaquin helped us finish the Spiderman puzzle."

"Yeah dad," Jase hopped in, "Isn't that good?"

"Why would it be good?" Erik asks.

Zack asks, "You didn't forget our birthday's are soon, did you?"

"Hmm," Erik said like he hasn't heard of it since a year ago, "reckon I
forgot!"

Gef and Nick giggle.

"And don't forget you're going to make us a Spiderman cake, Nick," Jase
tells him.

"He forgot," Gef jokes.

"Shut yer face!" Nick says, boxing Gef with a sofa pillow.

"Yeah, shut yer face," Jase copies.

Erik sits back, watching the boys get in the act, pillow-fighting Gef, Nick
tickling the boys in self defense.

%

"How's the arm?" Patrick asks, carefully removing Joaquin's tee shirt off
overhead.

"Great since I'm getting this tender-loving-care."

Prior, Joaquin had tried to lift Patrick's tee shirt off, but winced as his
bandaged arm hurt. So Patrick pulled it from behind with one hand, then
worked it forwards, shaking out his dirty blond hair.

"Want to give me a hand?" Joaquin said of his belt buckle.

Doing double duty, Patrick didn't mind at all, having Joaquin sit on the
foot of the bed as he worked his pants off, then briefs. "My turn," he told
Joaquin. As Patrick put on a striptease, Joaquin inched his way up the
king-sized bed and parked his head in a pillow.

"I'm in danger of getting hard," Joaquin says.

"Danger? It looks dangerous already!" Patrick said, flopping down in the
bed. He licked right up Joaquin's dark, hairy leg and switch right to
Joaquin's cock, licking right up the barrel.

"Oooooh!" Joaquin sighed.

"Arm hurt?" Patrick joked as he stopped the tongue-massage.

"What do you think, gringo?"

Smiling, Patrick locked eyes with Joaquin as he climbed his bod. His hand
grazed up Joaquin's bod, feeling the tight trail up his abs. Leaning with
both hands on Joaquin's hairy pecs he opened his mouth, cupping it over the
center of Joaquin's left pec. As he got more and more into it, he would
tweak Joaqin's nips.

Joaquin made a sound like his arm really `hurt'!

"Sensitive are we?" Patrick asks, cutting down on the mashing, softly
massaging Joaquin's nips. "Maybe we need a little cream?"

More sensitivity followed as Patrick gently massaged Joaquin's 8.5c,
controlling the flow of precum as the circle of his index finger and thumb
drew some of his gooey mass out by forcing it from his hairy skin to the
head. With the `stickiness' on his finger, he rubbed it into Joaquin's
right nip, making the hair around it wet.

Watching the whole thing, Joaquin's loins pulsed. He buried his head in the
pillow as Patrick stopped the massaging action and cupped his mouth over
the nip, tasting the gummy fluid as he pressed his tongue into the nub. He
set the record straight saying, "I'm only pampering you because of your
lame arm, y'know?"

"Thanks," Joaquin replied, knowing he would rather be lying here anyway,
instead of doing the pampering.

Patrick wasn't sure how long he could control himself. He hinted more than
once, "Too bad you can't get around with your sore arm."

"I don't think I have to move at all if you want to take a seat?"

Cracking a smile, Patrick got up on his knees, pushed himself up from the
bed, turned `round and then sat down!

%

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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