Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2012 13:02:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: STReNGTH FRoM WeaKNesS 08 (conclusion to the story)

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,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
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areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
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STReNGTH FRoM WeaKNesS 08
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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It was a short swim party, of three at least, Scott going for a quick dip,
horsing around with the four models in the pool. One stood out from the
rest, Steve Johnson, 19yo, muscled, dark brown hair, who would have sported
a furry chest, all the way down to his bellyhole trail, only he shaved,
except for the streamlined line to his obviously `ample' endowment. Like
Dean would have, only he was occupied with sitting atop Lorenzo's shoulders
for the chicken fights, Steve was more like a big brother, which turned
Scott on, seemingly adopting a second sibling, in addition to Dean.

"Hey, watch it guys, with the hands?" Steve warned Kent, whether on purpose
or by accident, slapping Scott on the pec.

Whether one way or the other, the 18yo model replies, sincerely, "Sorry
there, Scott. Really I am!"

Heard earlier in the day, Dean hoping Scott hadn't picked up on it, since
he could not cover all bases about how the models conducted themselves,
sure enough Scott had remembered the catch-phrase, "On your knees!"

Kent's reaction was at first `stunned', by smiles, saying, "Here in the
pool?"

And follow up, "Nah. You can get off your knees," he cackles.

Right after, the game calmed down, Steve hoisting Scott down off his
shoulders, immediately grimly saying, "You know, you shouldn't be saying
stuff like that to a guy?"

Scott, as a reaction of Steve showing some authority, whereas `Dean' was
supposed to be his guardian for the summer, looks at his mentor and back to
Steve, as if making a comparison. Even though Steve was younger, as he
swished his arms around in the water to keep afloat, like Dean taught him,
Scott replies, "Say what?"

Smirking, his hands on his hips, even though submerged, Steve says, "The
crap about `on your knees' and `off your knees' to Kent?"

"Oh. That!"

Steve mellows out, "You should leave that talk up to the older guys and act
more like a kid?"

Scott was about to reply in the affirmative, Louis Lafeet entering the
scene.

"Cannonball!"

Whatever conversations were being carried out, the models who had play
chicken fights, toweling off, or Dean and Lorenzo off in their own little
corner, but mostly Steve and Scott in their private encounter, all
conversation was wiped clean by the cub's magnificent entrance!

Even though it wasn't a tsunami, Scott, sketchy on swimming at all, rushed
to Steve, throwing an arm over the 19yo's shoulder, joking, "Save me!"

He thought it funny, Steve lightening up after the heart to heart talk, "I
got you buddy!"

Meanwhile, over the far niche, corner of the pool, Lorenzo asks Dean, "I've
seen him around the restaurant," nodding towards the cannonballer, "who is
that?"

As sometimes Dean would introduce the super-cub-model, "Louis Lafeet,
supermodel with `Cub Fashions'."

"Cub Fashions, huh?"

Said like there was a connection, Dean asks, "You've heard of it?"

He smiles. If only Dean had known Lorenzo's little secret ahead of time, he
would have realized the sync between dialogue and thought.

"Sure I know of it." Then revealing his hidden desires, "Anybody who's into
`cubs' would probably make the connection?"

They weren't in skin contact, not like before Louis made `the big splash',
Dean saying with reluctance, seeing something come of his association with
Lorenzo, only having it fizzle in the twinkling of an eye, "I don't suppose
you would be interested in meeting Louis?"

It was like destiny though, Louis over at the edge of the pool, talking
briefly with Steve and Scott, and like silent language, when someone points
out another person, Louis staring at Dean and Lorenzo like a compass
point. Making a beeline for them underwater, the `submarine' targets the
corner of the pool.

Happily, Lorenzo replies, "Looks like we don't have a choice!"

Louis could be a very promiscuous character, soaring through the water,
slowing as he came upon his target, seeking out one in particular and just
as the top of his head taps Lorenzo's `pouch', he pops up out of the water,
"Oh, did I accidentally hit you?"

"No, Louis. What do you think?" Dean replies for Lorenzo.

Before Dean could get it out, Lorenzo, like nothing happened, offers up his
name and, "I'm one of the Casadio brothers. I've seen you at my restaurant
a few times. I'm Lorenzo."

Right out, Louis makes the connection, beyond being served up pizza, being
scouted out? "Yeah," even though he doesn't recall, the Casadio boys all
looking incredibly `fox', "sure, I remember."

Already seeing the writing-on-the-wall, Dean says, "I think I'll see what
Scott is up to."

Before Dean had reached the other end of the pool, given the amount of time
Lorenzo had traveled to him, Steve and Scott had covered a lot of ground.

Much of what Steve had communicated, Scott greeted Dean, "Hey guess what
Dean? Steve has a brother my age! His name is Robbie!"

"Is that so?" Dean asks.

A difference upon Steve, surrounded by the other models and now talking one
on one, Dean gets a different picture opposed to the tough facade which
encompassed Steve's whole persona. At 6'1", `tough' when working out in the
gym, Dean was taken aback by the smooth, down-to-earth tone.

"Yeah, I was telling Scott about my brother, Robbie..."

Scott helps out, "Robbie and me, we're the same age!" he reiterates. "Steve
says Robbie knows how to surf and has his own surfboard. Cool, huh Dean?"

It didn't go without notice, Scott's attempt at staying buoyant, arm over
Steve's shoulder, Dean replying, "Is that right?" he looks to Scott, then
Steve.

"Right. I was just telling Scott and Scott, well he was telling me about
you," which most likely was the reason behind Steve's change in attitude
towards Dean!

Sensing something different about Steve, not the tough man in the gym, he's
likened to, "Well I hope it's all good?"

"Why would I say anything bad about you, Dean," Scott butts in, "you and
me... we're gonna be best friends all summer!"

Playing footsie underwater, Steve's big toe tags Dean's foot, "Maybe you
and me... we can be friends, too?"

Another revelation, second one in all of a few minutes, emanated from
Steve, Dean thinking of what a different picture the pool scene told,
compared to working out in the gym, "Strong possibility!"

It marveled Scott, thinking Dean was already becoming close friends with
Lorenzo, maybe more. Being wise to everything transpiring, gazing to the
pocket of the pool seeing Lorenzo and Louis getting all `kissy' with one
another and then Dean and Steve getting all `goo-goo-eyes', he felt like
the odd wheel, "Okay if I got out?"

"It's up to you," Dean replies, watching Steve grab Scott by the sides,
ferrying him over to the edge and helping him out with a lift. He smiles,
thinking how so wrong his impression of Steve, only into himself, lifting
weights, whereas he could give a few pointers, but hung back because of the
disturbing personality, possibly Steve's perception of wanting help.

On the other hand, Scott, from his knees to standing, to grabbing up a
towel and wrapping it around him, was proud for not saying anything, but
thinking it instead, regarding Dean and Steve. Instead he chose to make his
exit from the trio. However, it piqued his interest to see the follow up
and even though he was wrapped up in a towel like a cocoon and lounged out
in a chair, he faked dozing. He couldn't hear too much, other than mumbles,
but watched as Dean and Steve stood next to each other and chatted up some
conversation.

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"Mm-mm...Mm-mm... Mm-mmm!" Gerard half-mumbled, tasting cheesecake and
cock, melded as one.

Feeling the brunt of the pleasuring, Declan's legs were almost flat-out,
fucking Gerard's vocal cords, bod steadied by hands on the top of the
wrought iron headboard.

Like hell, Gerard had yearned to put his arms around Declan, but couldn't,
wrists still laced up in rope, attached to iron postings, at the mercy of
pubes being ground into his face.

Earlier, Gerard had specified `no pain', but mixed with what he was feeling
now, Declan's fetish of an occasional knee pressing against his abs,
instead of pain, gave him a `buzz', almost as sweet and satisfying as
having a hard shaft worked up and down his throat.

Not by a long shot, his first throating victim, Declan worked with
precision, allowing for an occasional breath of air. About his knee, he
knew how to work a stomach accordingly with the insertion and pull out of
his hard cock.

Now and then he would pull out, allow Gerard to catch a few gulps of air,
then ask, not about his throat, "Abs feel like mush yet?"

To his reply, Gerard sticks his tongue out, curls it up and out a few time,
like beckoning the hard shaft sitting on his chest to come back inside!

%

Scott giggled, then caught himself. Through his squinting eyes, pretending
he was fast asleep, saw Dean and Steve take a swim together, like racers
cutting through the water, to the other side of the pool. He thought maybe
`they' thought they were taking whatever they were about to do, farther
away from him, but Scott figured he got the upper edge, being able to see
what they were going to do, from the front view and not with the pool edge
blocking.

He smiled, watching Steve get his hands on Dean, rubbing a hand over Dean's
chest, half in the water, part out. Meaning to squint, he didn't realize
how entertained he was being, opening wide when Dean's lips make an
`o'. Though, Scott couldn't figure out whether he was hurting it, or liking
Steve do something to Dean's chest. It looked like Steve was, he knew the
word, `grope', groping Dean in the chest.

Smiling, he giggled, to himself, because the models had gone, as well as
Lorenzo and Louis, himself the only occupant of the pool setting, when Dean
`disciplines' Steve, slapping Steve's other hand, underwater. Rather he
slapped the water. It's then Scott knew he got snagged, Dean looking across
the pool, out of the pool and right at him.

Another sign, like two people all of a sudden knowing they are being
stalked, Dean and Steve stop being cuddly!

Regardless, after the three left the pool, went in the house, stopped at
the kitchen for some graham crackers and milk, the trio heading up the
stairs, Scott being cooly dropped off at his room, he kind of got the
impression Dean and Steve wouldn't be heading to their own designated
rooms!

%

There was more `pain', a lot of it, but at point Gerard didn't give a
shit. Next morning he might wake up with sore abs, red and stingy nips,
from Declan working them hard, cock in mouth as a friendly stimulant, but
at least the olive oil worked into his nips would help with the healing. It
wasn't the only place olive oil was worked into his bod, Declan's form of
lube as the 25yo chef worked Gerard's ass canal.

Now Gerard knew why his legs were free of bondage. Ropes around his ankles
would have proved too tough to unravel when Declan got the urge to shove
his hard shaft in deep!

While making Gerard suck him, Declan used his knee to help keep himself
hard. Now, with keeping Gerard in ecstasy, he switched from knee pressure,
to giving Gerard a handjob.

Different from just working oil up and down a man's cock, bringing him to
the edge and then slacking off, a mean torture, Gerard couldn't deny it was
more than an awesome ploy. He was whacked out of his gourd though, when one
of Declan's hands formed a cinch around both sacs, like a lasso, pulling
and letting go, almost like a slick hand up and down the barrel of a
cock. At first he saw stars, arching his back, Gerard in agony at having
his balls stretched to full capacity, but coupled with getting fucked, once
in awhile vacated, Declan's lips on his cock, it all came together, pain
and pleasure all for the good!

%

Even though, like really super-tired, Scott lay there in bed, looking at
the moon's reflection, bounced off the wavy pool waters, creating a light
show on his bedroom ceiling. He smiled, thinking of all the cool things
happening to him today.

He had already forgotten about the things which slowly became unimportant,
touching on meeting Aksel, only because Scott thought he was `handsome',
quickly changing the subject to meeting `Dean'. He dwell a little bit on
Jerric, because he was so funny. Next in line, Gerard was sort of a
blur. Probably because he wanted to quickly move on with the circle of
events, returning to Dean.

Assembling the events of the day, especially miniature golf, where Scott
scoped out more hot guys than Dean, it slowly becoming a challenge of who
could outdo the other, then hitting Casadio's, he thought for sure it was
going to be Lorenzo which would become Dean's boyfriend.

All the history of the day faded, him thinking of Dean and Steve in the
pool, hands touching each other, Dean, obviously `feeling good'.

Suddenly, Scott says out loud, "Oops!"

It's then he realizes, he's all alone in his own room. Why not be
adventurous and play with himself?!

%

Things worked out perfectly for the summer, Dean trading off training in
the gym, Steve giving him surfboard instruction.

As for Scott, he, Donatello and Robbie became friends for life, doing
everything together, surfing in Costa Rica, doing the college scene and
later on becoming business partners at a gym and surf school.

Functioning under Dean and Steve, who had decided to move into
semi-retirement and surf the world, needed dependable management at the
gym, while on leave.

Donatello and Robbie manage the surfing extension. Scott and a business
major, soccer-dude he met in college, Zack, run the gym.

Gerard moved his modeling business to France, where Declan manages a five
star restaurant. Feeling guilty over `adopting' Scott and wanting him to be
set for life, Gerard signed over the deed to the compound, in Scott's name,
parking a cool million in a bank account for him, Dean as power of attorney
until Scott turned 21.

Having the mansion remodeled into two living spaces, Donatello and Robbie
occupy the upper east floor, Scott and Zack the west wing. The living
arrangements are cool, because sometimes it's fun to mix and match! :)

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ThE EnD!

Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee

`STReNGTH FRoM WeaKNesS',may not be sold, nor made part of any collection,
without prior consent from the author.

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