Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2010 18:57:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bar Tab Buy-out! 10

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,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states 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.

Bar Tab Buy-out! 10
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Ah-h-h-h, morning!" Scott announces to the light streaming through the
blind. However, he could only raise one arm, straight out from his
shoulders, his usual 'morning wakeup stretch'. "Oh," he said in an almost
inaudible tone, realizing what weighted his left arm down. Sitting in the
pocket of his pit was Tom's neck, his head taking up most of his upper left
chest. He thought about waking the teen, but he was having too much fun
watching his chest 'breathe'. Too, gazing down the high schooler's bod, he
came to the slight line of hair trailing from bellyhole to pubes. He again
smiled, thinking of how last night, Tom's cock was so stiff and standing
tall and now, reduced to rubble. Too, Scott analyzed his mouth, running his
tongue around, massaging his gums like a toothbrush, checking for any
'cum-taste'. No aftertaste set him about daring himself, to touch without
awakening, placing a hand on Tom's smooth chest and softly petting it. He
lifted off
 quickly when discovering Tom's nips hardening up. Too, to his ownself, he
thought, 'Nips can get hard while you're sleeping? Hmm..'

Tom turned a little, then back. Probably noticing it was morning, he too
stretched out.

Pressing his head into the pillow, Scott narrowly missed getting Tom's fist
in the jaw!

"Oh, you're awake?" Tom asks, pushing his head against Scott's arm.

"And good thing too or else I might have taken a wallop in the chin!"

"Oh," Tom says, reeling his arm back in.

Almost like strangers, each didn't know how to address each other. Then Tom
asks, "So, where do we go from here?"

"How about the jon and then some breakfast?" Scott said, both out of
necessity and the grumbling in his stomach.

Each emptying out of their sides of the bed, they exit the room, Tom first,
heading off to his right.

"No, it's this way," Scott says, grabbing Tom by the arm, setting him off
kilter as he about faces.

Not more than a few steps, Tom is restraining Scott's arm, saying, "Don't
forget about what you promised?" He taps his index finger on a door in the
hallway.

Standing still in front of the closed door to Marco's private 'fun'
chamber, Scott has mixed reation, discouraging, "Do we really have to? I
mean, do you really need to experience pain to be happy Tom? Think of how
happy you were last night?"

Tom thought. After a short duration he reports, "Yeah. It was all good last
night, this morning? But I don't know if you can relate to this, but
sometimes I feel such a 'need' Scott."

Scott knew. Last night he had such a need to 'fuck', but instead
volunteered to give up what he 'required' to provide Tom with a pleasant
evening, or morning was it? Treading lightly on the subject, he replies, "I
guess I can relate to it."

Thinking Scott wasn't real convinced, Tom asks, "How long have you and
Marco been friends?"

"A day at the most."

"And in the short time you have known Marco, on a scale of one to five, how
would you rate yourselves as a trusting relationship, five being very
trusting?"

Scott was wondering where all this was going and if Tom's questioning was
meaning to provoke thought, it was working. He had to rethink yesterday,
all which transpired, from him barging in on their board meeting, the
arrests, him being left behind, the strange ritual of testing, then later
on that evening at the Wildwood, right up to where he and Tom left the bar
and grill. It took only a coupla minutes to review what took hours and was
ready to sum it all up for Tom, "I'd say maybe three and half or four?"

"So, what I'm deriving from this is, even though you have known Marco only
a day, you trusted him very much last night?"

Tired of the cat and mouse game, Scott asks, "You mind telling me what
you're getting at here before my kidneys spring a leak?"

Tom looks down and smiles, seeing Scott holding his cock and balls like he
was preventing the dam from breaking. "From only knowing Marco a day, you
each had instilled a sense of trust in each other, enough which Marco
trusted you to gutpunch him and then knee him in the balls, knowing you
weren't out to maim him. But then again, you trusted Marco, knowing he
would not be bringing you up on assault charges?"

Scott blew out his breath and laughs, replying, "Nah. He never would have
done it. By the time we hit the Wildwood we sort of had this unspoken
'brotherhood', which made it seem like we've been best friends for
years. So, what's your point?" Scott tried hurrying it along.

"I thought so," Tom says, walking off down the hall, to the end and looking
in the doorway, saying, "I thought you had to pee?"

"I do," Scott said, waltzing right past Tom and then standing at the toilet
to unload. As his stream of piss pounded the reservoir of water he's
determined to find out where Tom was going with all of this, "So what was
it you were trying to impress upon me out there?"

Having a feeling this had to do where they were pitted in the hallway, Tom
tells Scott, "We had a really nice time in bed and I really trust you
Scott, probably more than I've trusted anyone in my whole life."

Then he figured out 'where' this was headed as Scott squeezed the last of
his trickle, "So since I'm such a trustworthy person in your life now, you
want me to 'play' with you in Marco's dungeon, is it?"

"You promised, remember?" And then as Scott feared Tom would allude to, "Or
are you going to be like every other person in my life who reneged on
everything they said they were going to do, but like didn't... do?"

Scott knew he was over a barrel here. Reflecting on the short minutes they
spent in Marco's dungeon, his 'promise', he said of it, hoping he wasn't
digging himself in too much deeper, walks over to Tom, puts a hand on one
of his shoulders and says, "How can I possibly do anything evil to somebody
I care about?" Being sincere, Scott gives him a hug.

At first, Tom didn't know what to do, what to think, placing his arms
around Scott's waist, finally says, "I had no idea you cared about me this
much, Scott!"

In reality, Scott figured their hug would last all of a minute, but when
Tom latched on to his sides, feeling the teen's hands rubbing his lower
back, he got all goose-bumps, a warm, tingly feeling shooting through to
his soul. Instead of what his plan called for, a short hug and maybe a
half-kiss to the cheek, he found himself unable to detach.

In his ear, Scott hears, "I really like you a lot too, Scott."

'Like a lot?' Scott thought, 'shit! that's almost like saying you're in
love with somebody'! He then figured this had gone on enough. He parted
their bods, Tom reluctant to split them apart.

When they did separate, Tom asks, "Hey, have you ever showered with a guy
before? I hear it can be really nice?"

Scott could remember showering twice or thrice in the past ten or so years,
but never with a guy as young as Tom. However, after the exchange of words
in the past fifteen minutes, the still warm feeling which hovered over him,
he replies, "We could go for it and see what happens?"

"Cool!' Tom said, initiating the turning on of the water.

Watching Tom prepare their shower, Scott gazed at the eighteen year old. He
thought what a difference in comparison, him to Marco. Definitately he
seemed to think the differences in the ages, Marco older, Tom younger,
playing of a part in which 'role' he played the bottom in bed. For Marco,
it made him squint, knowing he could never be this to him.

"It's ready. Ready?" Tom asks, sliding the rest of the shower door open,
paving the way for Scott to enter.

And as he's only skimmed the surface of the way he thought this to go,
Scott replies, "After you."

"Okay. Thanks," Tom replies, stepping over the threshhold of the walled in
tub.

Stepping in after Tom, Scott moves right up to him, reaches around and
grabs the container of gel from a white-wired shelf. "Excu-u-use me!"

"Cool! Are you going to do me first?"

"How would you mean that, Tom?"

It started Scott laughing, Tom catching on quick.

"I wanted you to do me last night but you didn't, Scott?"

"Complaining you didn't like the blowjob I gave you?"

His head still thrown over his shoulder, Tom smiles.

"What?" Scott questions the creasing of Tom's lips, a look which seems like
he's holding back on part on his comment.

"Oh nothing!" Tom quips, turning back towards the shower.

Reaching around Tom's bod with the free hand, Scott finds Tom's left nip
and gives it an awful squeeze and twist.

"Ow-w-wch! Ow! Ow!" He grabs his left pec like claiming a football.

Backing off, Scott asks, "Now you going to tell me what was on your mind
before you chose to ignore me?"

Turning around, Tom looked at Scott.

For a moment, Scott forgot what they were talking about, seeing Tom's hair
in the form of a mop which has been soaked in a bucket of water. He kept up
his stare for a sec before asking, "You had complaints about the blowjob I
was giving you?"

"Oh no, don't get me wrong. I thought it was super." Coming clean, Tom
says, "It's what I was thinking as you were bobbing up and down?"

"And?"

A smile preceding, Tom levels with him, "I was just wondering how it would
feel fucking a guy's ass instead of his mouth?"

"Oh, so you wanted to fuck me and didn't stop to ask?"

"Scott," Tom begins in with a mood of confidentiality, "You look like a
top. You act like a top.  You're a top through and through. Tops don't get
fucked. Besides, I've never fucked a guy. I'm the one who gets fucked, so
forget I mentioned any of this nonsense. Tom turns his back on Scott,
wiping his soapless bod with his hands.

A little taller than Tom, Scott reaches over him, standing partially on his
toes and sways the shower head away from raining down on them.

"Hey, what gives Scott?" Tom asks when Scott squeezes by him, stands in
front of him.

"I'm a top unless I choose 'not' to be!" Same time, Scott is bending over,
placing one hand on the hot water faucet. His other hand is rubbing up and
down his ass crevice.

"Scott, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Proving you're wrong and you're right at the same time!"

Standing there, hands on his hips, Tom is wondering what the fuck this is
all about. "I don't get it Scott," even though Tom did think, the only
reason a guy would be spreading shower gel on the crevice of his ass would
be to simulate lubing it up! Then 'getting it', Tom says, "I'm not gonna
fuck you Scott!"

"I'm not asking you to," Scott replies, taking both hands and pulling his
ass apart. "All I'm saying is not to be so bold about pinning labels on
us. I'm not asking you to fuck me. In fact you don't have to fuck me at
all. But for your own curiosity, why don't you massage my ass with your
cock?"

"I'm not hard."

"And you don't have to be. Why don't each of see where this goes. Why don't
we use this experiment to see if you rub the tip of your cock up and down
my ass, see if it will make you get hard, Tom?"

Face with question, Tom wasn't exactly sure of all this, but Scott didn't
give him much choice, bent over in the shower, a bit of ass crevice showing
between his cheeks and soapy suds, a path leading him to doing what Scott
suggests. Sucking his teeth, Tom expends an attitude of if he doesn't
react, they could be positioned like this until forever. As curiosity has
been the case, Tom did one time measure how big he was when in a hardened
state. He did clue Scott in, "I'm eight inches hard, you know?"

Giggling, Scott asks, "Oh? What'd you do, measure?"

"Matter of fact I did! Weren't you a curious high-schooler at one time?
Didn't you want to know?"

Scott shook his head. Tom couldn't see his face, Scott smirking as if Tom
had found him out.

The silence following made Tom think he was correct in his assumption,
reinforcing his question, "Well? How old were you and how big were you?"

Placing his hands on his thighs, straightening up, Scott replies,
"Seventeen. I was on the wrestling team. It was a guy thing, to prove who
was the biggest. We stroked ourselves up and the obviously 'small' guy got
to measure the rest of us. I came in second place."

"Oh?" And not letting Scott off the hook, "What was the measuring for
second place?"

"I suppose you're not going to let me rest until I tell?"

Feeling devious, reacting to 'what goes around, comes around', Tom reaches
around Scott's bod and pinches his nip.

"Oh-shit! Owch!" Scott replies, copycatting Tom, holding his right pec and
doing a dance of sorts.

Instead of sympathy, Tom begins laughing his ass off, replying,
"What'samatter Scott? Can't take a little bitty nip-tug?"

"I'm not into pain, okay?" Scott protests.

"Oh so then you don't want me to fuck you."

"I never said that, did I? But, oh... you were thinking of doing it,
weren't you?"

"Hey, it wasn't me bending over in the shower, presenting my ass to you,
was it Scott?"

With all seriousness, but joking, Scott reacts in roleplaying, "Oh no!" He
slaps both sides of his face with his hands.

"What'samatter?" Tom asks.

"We just had our first fight!"

Confused, Tom asks, "First fight? You make it sound like.... what are you
saying Scott?"

Stepping forwards three inches, Scott's bod almost touched Tom's. Placing
his hands on Tom's shoulders, he planes them downwards over his biceps, all
the way down to his wrists. Taking Tom's hands in his, he leans in, but
pulls Tom forwards. After a very nice, loving kiss, he says to Tom, "Why
don't we leave all this 'fucking' business till another time?"

Still in confusion, Tom asks, "Is there going to be another time, Scott?"

With confidence, Scott replies, "If you want, there could be many times!"

%

"What time is it?" Marco shouts, coming to his crisp senses from a deep
sleep.

"Huh?" John asks, from the opposite, slowly opening his lids.

"Oh shit!" Marco calls out after picking his watch up off the night stand,
turning it to face him and reading out, "Nine o'clock! I gotta call in!"

"Great," John replies, taking the pillow and turning back over.

Picking his cellphone out a pocket of his pants, Marco steps out into the
hallway.

Going back to sleep seemed to phase John, but then suddenly, he was wide
awake. "Marco?" he asks. He lay there, the sheet wrapped between his legs,
twisted up like a wet rag, rung out. In the wrappings he unwound his cock
and balls. In doing so it set off a flashback and in seconds his mind had
returned to very early this morning, of having his first opportunity to
fuck a man. For the past six or seven years, John has started out each day
of his life with an attitude of submissiveness. In his thinking, it crossed
over into every aspect of his living, whether it be allowing some guy to
take a parking place instead of fighting over it, or allowing people to
buck him on the lunchline at work, or even in his workplace, allowing
someone else shove their extra workload off onto him. But waking up this
morning seemed much like someone coming to their senses. Their sex in bed,
he was in command. He was the one calling the shots and for the first time
in his
 life, as he shoved himself deep inside Marco's ass, he was the one in
control. Now, looking back on it, he didn't at all sense regret. Instead,
just the opposing feelings!

In reality, Marco wasn't calling the establishment he worked for, but
rather answering the message left on his cell. The patron who had bailed
him out of his bar-tab wanted answers and like 'pronto'. Fortunately, Marco
could be a good bullshitter and said although he was still working on it,
without a doubt he would two names for Vince Rodgers within a week's
time. Vince dictated he was giving Marco five days. So, with five days to
work with, as Marco entered the bedroom, he asks, "So, John, how would you
feel about making an easy five grand, waitering for a weekend in the Greek
Isles?"

"What's the catch?"

Of course Marco was expecting this, saying, "By doing a little favor for
me, involving the talents you possess?"

Hands and knees walking up the bed towards John, John seemed to get the
wrong impression, replying, "Yeah, I could probably oblige, being I'm
unemployed at the moment and five grand could come in handy. So, what kind
of construction job would this entail?"

"Uh," Marco says, stifled in thought, "it's not exactly 'construction', but
your submissive traits I was talking about? Your ability to submit to pain
and liking it?"

"I see," John replies, putting his arms up, under the pillow and hugging it
to his head. Turning the tables, like he was thinking seconds ago about his
world and how he figured change was forthcoming. Replying, as he spread his
legs, "I felt real good plowing your ass last night."

"Oh?" Marco wonders where this is headed.

Then, glancing down at his pubes, taking up his cock in his hand, John
tells Marco as he tries firming up his softness, "I liked the feeling of
sinking into your ass and pulling out over and over and I thought this
morning maybe you would show me how much I could enjoy having your mouth
work my cock over?"

This wasn't going at all the way he planned it. Actually, from the time he
left the Wildwood around midnight, he had a hidden agenda and reassured
himself, even with the change of roles in bed, he still would have a trump
card when they awoke. "You want me to suck you?"

More with force, John replies, "I would really like to see how it feels to
have your tongue swirling around my shaft?"

As with Marco, being versatile sometimes left him in a confused position,
what with John lying there, legs spread out wide, a hand firming his cock
into halfmast, he began to be swayed by John's words and actions. He knew
the smile on John's face, suddenly appearing, was for the fact he had just
finished licking his lips!

John, hearing the lines over and over used on him, tried one out, "C'mon. I
know you want it!"  He's been through many scenes, guys out to only have a
hot blowjob or others, both he and the other involving themselves in a
little bdsm-roleplaying. He knew the routine and as Marco keeled over to
take John in, he catches Marco in time, slapping him on the side of the
face, reprimanding him, "Hey, boy! I didn't hear you say please?" Prompting
Marco, "Say it now... say, 'Please, sir, may I have your cock'?"

It stunned Marco, pushed up on one elbow, his hand feeling the side of his
face, sensing heat from where John's hand slapped. "Wha-a-a?" he was left
off guard.

"Oh what the hell!" John said with conviction, grabbing Marco's scalp, like
some dominant top had done with him, pulling Marco's face over his pubes,
hovering right above, then demanding, "Get that mouth open boy and suck me
down!"

Figuring if he didn't, the force John put him under, and off balance, if
Marco hadn't opened his mouth, John very may well try shoving his cock up
his nose! It would not have happened, but he did risk getting an eye poked
out, so did the logical thing when losing his balance, opened up.

"Yeah! Oh fuck you're a hot little cocksucker, boy!"

Minutes ago, John wasn't sure he could pull it off, but the more he acted
like some tough, domineering top, the less resistance he had towards
pursuing an Emmy-award performance!

%

Quite by accident, Scott was standing on the drain and soon they were an
inch up in water. He had questioned Tom, "First shower with a man?" And
when Tom replied 'yes', Scott asks, "How about a bath?"

Tom allowed Scott to lead and after pulling up on the stopper, Scott worked
his way past Tom, carefully sitting down.

"C'mon," he patted his stomach, "sit."

"Like on your balls?" Tom asks.

"I'll take care of my balls. You just be careful parking your butt!"

Scott laughed, but Tom was all serious. Sure, dozens of times when he was a
kid he took baths, but suddenly everything seemed disoriented, turning
around and without a choice, making a man's cock and balls the target for
sitting.

"Are you sure about this Scott?"

Knowing Tom's concern, Scott replies, "Hey, don't worry. If you sit on
'them', you'll know it!"  But Scott also was cautious, shielding his nads
from being sat on, one hand trying to keep the two sacs shielded.

"If you say so," Tom replied. He also wondered if Scott was hard or not, if
it were still a possibility if he 'sat', would he feel the tip on his
ass. But everything went smoothly.

"That's it. Now just lay back and relax."

Relax, Tom did, but still on his mind was if he was going to feel Scott's
cock. As it went though, he kept lying back until his back touched against
Scott's reclined front. Giggling, Tom lost all inhibitions, saying, "Feels
like I'm a king on a throne," he said of leaning into Scott, his arms
propped up on Scott's forearms. He grazed his hands up and down the wet
follicles.

Joking, "And then the sea monster grabs you in his tentacles," Scott moves
his arms down the tub walls and secures Tom in the tentacles of his arms.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Tom sighs in pleasure as Scott moves his hands up and down
Tom's bod, washing water up and allowing it to pour down his chest and
stomach.

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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

`Bar Tab Buy-out!' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection,
without prior consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
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